Rainbow Six Siege x Reader One Shots

x reader | love poem

I think there is someone
Praying for someone
I can hear the love poem
They wrote holding their breath
I wish it flies to you
And arrives to your place before it's too late.

they worry about you, all the time when they're not there to hold you in person.

they want you to be happy, genuinely happy.

they send you messages, video messages, voice messages, in hopes that it would suffice when they're away, in hopes that it would be enough to chase away your demons.

they pray that you're slowly taking steps towards recovery.

they pray that their love was enough to make you want to stay.

Once again, In your world
A star is falling
The teardrop that you held back
Is flowing here
At a loss of words, my mind calms
I can hear your voice like a memory

it's a couple of weeks more to the finals, project deadlines are starting to close in on you, and yet all you can do is sit in front of your laptop, stressing out, crying and tugging at the roots of your hair as the familiar overwhelming feeling starts to greet you once again, it felt like you had so much to do, but at the same time it felt like you had nothing to do. your fingers tracing over the faded scars left on your body from the last relapse, your mind chanting to not relapse again.

you chose to run away from all your projects, knowing that it would make you feel even more worthless if you even tried to attempt to write a single line of code, it was intimidating to say the least. and now, you have to suffer the consequences, the stress and anxiety as hours tick by, edging closer and closer to the deadline.

and just was the water was about to rise above your nose, a call came through, it was like hearing the bells of heaven as you knew who it was even without having to look at the screen.

despite being worlds apart from each other, they never failed to call around the same time, helping with your stress and just catching up with each other, but when the call ended, you knew you're going to face this alone again.

with shaky hands, you picked up the call and their soothing voice came through the speaker, their tired yet cheerful voice soothed a little of the burn in your heart and their tired face came on screen.

"hey, love. how's your day going?" they asked as you heard the sheets rustle in the background as they got comfortable on their bed.

still not facing the camera at yourself, you just hummed out a brief reply, placing your walls up again, knowing that if you really spoke about your day, you're going to end up bursting into tears.

"can i see your pretty face, pretty please?" they cooed.

"i have a flu and i look terrible." you replied despite your voice cracking, hoping that the flu excuse would make up for it.

"it everything okay?"

seems like they already know what was going on by the sound of your voice since this isn't the first time that they called you when you were having a mental breakdown, they read the signs and knew instantly, you were back at torturing yourself.

"yeah.. i'm good.." still not letting them see you.

"you don't have to show me if you're not comfortable with it, but please talk to me, i'm here for you, i always am." they pleaded, their worried face lit up by the screen, " i want to hear your voice, i don't care if it's croaky or broken, just talk to me, i want to be your shoulder to lean on."

hearing this made your tears start to flow again, they were so kind and understanding, it made you feel like you didn't deserve them.

"i made a vow the day i asked you to be mine, i said that i would be there for you though thick and thin, the bad and the good, and i'm going to take that vow to my grave. please, let me in."

and you caved in, your pained cries making their heart clench and your broken sentences making them wish they could fly over and hold you so tight that your broken pieces would stick back together.

you laid out all your burdens, the real reason that you refused to start doing your projects, the fear of rejection and failure, the fact that you didn't hate the school despite no matter how many times you said you did but rather, you hated feeling so stupid around your friends and feeling like you're never going to make anyone proud, you hated sitting in that exam hall and feeling like everything was falling apart and most importantly, you hated yourself.

I'll be there, behind you who walks alone
Singing till the end, this song will be endless
Take a big breath
For you who forgot how to cry aloud... I'll Sing

and they listened, giving soft hums every now and then to let you know that they were still there with you, giving you what you needed the most, a listening ear. everyone would ask you how you were but never bothered to listen to your burdens, it's like the world didn't understand and didn't bother to understand.

once you've calmed down, they called our your name softly, their eyes brimming with tears from hearing all the negative things you had to say about yourself.

"i love you, i really do. and hearing you say those things about yourself really hurts me, i know i'm not there to hold you but i'll be here to listen to you. i'll do anything to make you smile genuinely again, i'll be here to be your voice." they breathed as they tried to calm their shaky voice.

"breathe when it feels like it's too much, take your time to steady yourself. i know i won't be able to pick up your calls all the time but belief that my love for you is always burning. there is nothing wrong in feeling helpless, but i beg of you, please don't stay put in that bad spot, slowly pick yourself up and start again. i know you've always dreamed about graduation day, celebrating with your friends and wearing that gown as you claim your diploma, work towards that day, my dear. i'll be there to witness you graduate, i'll hold you so tight and tell you how proud i am of you."

and by now, your tears were free flowing, their words slowly picking you back up and forever etching into your brain as a mortal reminder, a reminder that you're stronger than it, a reminder that you are loved and a reminder that you can do this.

"i'll be behind you all the way, i'll pick you up over and over again." they said softly, "but i need you to put in your own effort too, okay?"

nodding, you placed the camera in view of yourself, wiping away your tears and snot, making this promise one that you would carry out, as you promised and looking up at them and showing them a slight smile.

"there you are, my gorgeous lover." they breathed, "it's good to have you back."

Here I am, look at me, (I will never...)
Singing till the end, (stop this song)
On the day when your long night ends
I will be there
Where you raise your head and look...

it might feel like you're alone in this fight, but you're not. there are thousands, if not millions of other that are out there, fighting the same battle, you are not alone. whenever you feel like it's getting too much, reach out your hands and someone will take your hand, be it by talking to a friend, an online friend, the school counselor, you're never alone no matter how much you think you are.

all you have to do is raise your head, stay here and fight this battle with us.

you are not alone.