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goldenlaquer · 1 year

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AHHHHHHH OPEN REQUESTs FOR R6 AND COD ?? BABE U ARE THE HERO WE NEED BUT DON'T DESERVE !! Smooching ur sad face... bratty teasing pining reader with Mute, maybe? I heard his exhale in his trailer and AJWOOWKSJJAK WOOF WOOF i will tug his clothes steal his ammo tie his shoelaces GRRFFFF he gives me grief by existing and i wamt to give him some back. Ummm hcs obvsly those are great. Sfw would be aweeeesome ♡ thank u for your seggsy writimg always

MAH FIRST R6S REQUEST!!!! Thank you so much for coming to the call and fueling this madness!!! I shall make him suffer 🫡

Mark "Mute" Chandar Headcanons:

He fascinates you.

His every measured exhale under that impersonal gas mask. The restrained grace of his gloved hands by his sides. The controlled turn of his head. The absolute stillness of his presence. People say he's too quiet, and you suppose he is, but you think quiet is not quite the right word to describe Mute. No, "quiet" sounds more fitting for a shy, diminutive man. Mute is not shy or diminutive, quite the opposite. He's... imposing. Yes, imposing. He fills the space with his silence, and when he speaks, with his curt words (and you've heard him talk, that commanding drawl that is his Yorkshire tongue), with his austere build, and with the efficient prowl of his body over the playing field. It captures your eyes and ensnares your attention, makes you wonder where he gets that stoic composure from. And makes you wonder then, how you can break it.

He hates you.

Or at the very least, he dislikes you, because hate is a strong word that requires time and energy—you don't think someone like Mute would bother giving time and energy into someone he deems a waste of it. He hasn't expended himself into saying as much, but it doesn’t take even a genius to guess, how he must see you.

That babbling ninny. That scurrying busybody. That gravel in his boot.

All unflattering sobriquets of yourself— but hey, you take full responsibility for it. After all, you've got no one but yourself to blame for wrapping up in a terrible mischief with him, especially with how quick you come to realize that he isn't as stone as he appears.

What is a barrier to others is a mere suggestion to you. His guarded silence is a perfect opportunity you've taken yourself to fill with chatter that you're sure grates his nerves. Cheery greetings that are unreciprocated, questions that are ignored and questions that receive one word answers that you treasure and mull over and over in your head like a smitten idiot.

(Whatcha doin? No. What's your favorite color? No. You like jazz? No. Can I see you without your mask? No.)

You breathe in temerity and breathe out obstinacy. Audacity kindles every fiber of your being, and Mute with his frosty ire is the fuel that keeps it burning. You reach out with fluttery fingers and, like a seeking child, tug at his straps and pockets for attention that he refuses to give. You poke his sides and scritch the underside his mask like you would a cat, and you are reminded of the delicate bones in your finger when he grabs it and gives a warning squeeze.

It doesn't work, but make it worse. Your offenses grow bolder still. You camp out under chairs and tables so you can tie together his shoelaces and yell boo! to his unaffected countenance. And he fishes you out and puts you back on your ass so you can go ahead and lace his boots back properly again. You steal a gun from a holster and empty out its bullets into your shirt, offering a generous exchange: one kiss per bullet.

and you pout as he fists the front of your clothes, and shakes you, metal falling off you like candy from a piñata.

You fill in some of his blanks with what you hear from others, snippets of the snippets. That he's a genius, a child prodigy of some sort. University at 14. Operator at 25. Impressive.

"You a nerd, Mute?" You have to ask, toeing the line between bravery and plain stupidity, wanting to push him into something beyond pale of his stoic irritation. And you think you come so close to that, your breath held as his head slowly turns to you. And you can sense it, the simmering red that lies under his skin— but only after a stretch of strained silence, Mute dismisses your existence all together by turning his head back away.

This is a risky and nonsensical game that you’ve initiated, one that he wants no damn part of, and one that you’re determined to see to an end.

Like a stray, you follow him around so much, one quick step behind his long, impatient strides, that Smoke jokes that Mute has picked himself up a little miss poppet of a shadow.

You enjoy this. You think that you can do this forever. Bug him until he snaps and, and kills you or whatever. Or until, one day, the front of your shirt is grabbed and you're suddenly hauled up to the height of six foot one, until you can see nothing beyond your moon eyes blinking in reflection of his dark lenses.

Piss. Off.

His low, harsh voice forms each growled word with punctured vehemence.

Oh, you've done it now. This is too much. This. The wide expanse of his armored chest flattening against your much smaller and softer form, pushing deeper into you with each heavy, angered breath, filling your ears with no room for quarter. Like this, he is not quiet. Like this, he is not stiff. No, he's alive, full of furnace heat and motion, and very much pissed off.

He means to scare you off like this, to use his height and menacing anonymity to cow you into submission, into leaving him alone.

But this is what you want. All that you have craved for and more. Everything you've worked towards built on the hope of seeing just one sliver of this scene.

So instead of cowering away, you all but arch forward into his grip, into his chest, your excited pants picking up to sync with his. And in the mirror of his mask, you see how your lips slightly part, the roundness of your shiny eyes. In that moment, you see yourself exactly as how he must see you. Just how— adoring, you look.

He stiffens— in rage? in disgust? you don't know, you don't care youdon'tcare– and his grip tightens in your shirt, your collar definitely ruined beyond repair. You hear your quivering breath pick up and feel the pulse in your throat throb as you are dragged further into him until there is only a gap the width of a piece of paper separating your trembling mouth from kissing 'X'.

(and if you let out a whimper here; what would happen?)

Apparently, a fuckin’ hell in the form of a tempestuous snarl ground out through gritted teeth is what you get.

and you are unceremoniously thrust back to Earth, your shirt’s neckline gaping horribly around your throat. Left behind to dazedly watch with a pleased smile at the retreat of his broad back and the string of colorful choice words he leaves in his wake.

You: 1. Mute: 0.

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smokedetected · 2 years

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R6S Duolingo and language learning HCs

Stupid fluff/crack hcs for some of the r6s operators, inspired by a recent heated discussion in our research group about everyone’s Duolingo habits (lol).

Warnings/notes: none (unless you’re severely traumatized by the Duolingo owl, though if that’s the case, it’s probably already too late anyways) Slight romance and/or suggestiveness in some.

Sorted alphabetically under the cut—I wrote for everyone that popped into my mind at the time.

Ace: Will totally take the initial placement test for Norwegian, just for that cheap and easy XP-boost that will catapult him to the top of the leaderboard and allow him to flex his high score in front of the others. (Everyone knows what’s going on, but let’s let him have this.) Will be extra motivated should you decide to get the app as well and absolutely swoon over you should you decide to take up Norwegian (he still won’t take it well should you outcompete him on the leaderboard, though, so keep that in mind).

Bandit: Doesn’t really care for the app per se, but is more than happy to help expand your knowledge of German swear words and street slang should you decide to take it up, whether you want it or not. If you’re serious about learning the language, he will do his best to help you in earnest and make an effort to include you in the German banter between the GSG9 member (be careful, though, as he will absolutely take the opportunity to feed you wrong and/or offensive words every now and then so he can have a laugh when you cheerfully insult any of the other German operators, thinking you were merely throwing out some German slang). Will be more encouraged than ever to give you German pet names. He would also take the opportunity to introduce you to his favorite German bands and songs (just stay wary of the meaning of some of the lyrics you will inevitably pick up).

Blitz: This is his home turf—Elias doesn’t need to be convinced to download the app, he already has it (and every other language learning app out there) ready to go on his phone. He finds the questions and problems in Duolingo too easy to really challenge him, but he’ll use it to refresh his memory on grammar and vocabulary during breaks or look into the more exotic languages they offer just for fun. Gets very excited if you are interested in languages, too, and all the more so if the language you want to learn happens to be German! He will send you all kinds of materials and resources to help you study, from news articles to memes. When he sees you practicing using the app, he will come up to you and give you a kiss whenever you get an exercise right.

Doc: Gustave always encourages the people around him to try new things and stay flexible, physically and mentally, so he welcomes it when you introduce him to the app. Other operators might complain about the persistent reminders sent by the app, but Doc actually appreciates them—without them, he would quickly forget about the app again as he’s always caught up with work late into the night. Should you decide to learn French, he will gladly practice with you whenever you have a moment of time throughout the day, remaining patient and encouraging even as you torment him with the exhilarating questions about his name and profession that come with the early stages of learning a new language.

Dokkaebi: Will get super competitive and try to get as many of the other Rainbow members as possible into Duolingo as well. They don’t all have to learn the same language, but there will be an internal competition about who earns the most points every week. Will probably act casually about it, but then log into the app again at the last minute before the leaderboard closes, while her fellow operators are either already asleep or focused on something else and absolutely obliterate them and their scores. If you tell her that you want to learn Korean, she might be a bit surprised at first, but will quickly find it endearing when it becomes apparent that you’re serious about it. She loves it when you text her in Korean whenever you learned something new and will in turn send you Korean proverbs and other tidbits you might fight interesting.

Glaz: Not a huge fan of the app (maybe because he doesn’t think the interface is visually appealing?). Would maybe use it to gain a basic understanding of the language of a country he’s sent to on a mission + any themed lessons that catch his eye. If your native language isn’t English or Russian, he would use the app to check out the basics while he’s away from you, though he would much rather get the explanations directly from you. If you inform him that you’re trying to learn Russian, his heart will melt and he will shower you with sweet words of praise and encouragement to make you feel comfortable enough to speak to him in his native language. Will also buy you a premium subscription when you aren’t looking to make learning even more fun for you.

IQ: Monika is smart and a quick learner - you know it, I know it, it’s literally implied in her codename. Quickly uninstalls the app again because she finds the exercises too easy and doesn’t want to bother wasting time on having to unlock the few lessons she’d actually be interested in. If you or another operator were the ones getting her into the app, however, she’d keep it around just so she can keep doing the weekly challenges with you—she finds it cute when you get all competitive about it and it makes her happy that you want to participate in them with her. Her first reaction to you telling her that you want to learn German would be a blunt “Why?,” as she thinks you might get more use out of other languages. Tell her that you’re doing it for her and she becomes incredibly flustered (all the more so should you decide to call her by one or more German pet name(s)), yet happy at the same time.

Jäger: Marius quickly incorporated the app into his daily routine, usually getting his daily session in during breakfast or dinner. Will regularly remind his GSG9 colleagues to use the app by sharing his milestones to their group chat (*screenshot of perfect 2-week-streak* “Und bei euch so? 😏” (”what about you guys? 😏”) Will be very giddy should you decide to learn German—he’s very eager to practice with you and will constantly point out how certain things are called in German as well as give you additional info and expressions. He’ll probably get ahead of himself and it will be nearly impossible to remember everything he’s telling you, but he doesn’t expect you to and is glad to repeat it.

Kapkan: Hates it. Thinks the interface looks stupid, the sample conversations pointless, and was just about ready to ask Sledge to borrow his hammer to smash his phone and computer because he accidentally consented to receive all the reminders and push notifications and it’s driving him insane. If you’re using the app to learn a language and feel like its helping you, however, he is willing to put up with the eye sore that is the Duolingo owl and the noise pollution coming from the app, just for you (particularly if the language you are trying to learn is Russian—his adoration for your efforts outweighs any negative feelings he may have). If your native language is something different from Russian or English, he would make an effort to learn at least the basics in it when things start to get serious. While he’s a diligent student, he becomes surprisingly shy and easily flustered when attempting to speak to you in your native language, so stay patient and give him lots of encouragement.

Montagne: As his perceived lack of proficiency in foreign languages when compared to some of the other Rainbow operators is something that’s been bothering him on and off for some time, he was very happy and receptive when you introduced him to the app. He uses it to quietly practice by himself during moments of downtime as he goes about his day. I feel like he’d be the type of person to have a 500+ day streak that makes you go “damn! :0″ when you see it on their profile for the first time. Is over the moon when you reveal to him that you’ve been trying to learn some French for him and have nothing but praise for even your most awkward attempts at speaking to him in French. Naturally, he will want to repay the favor and take up your language in return, but it will take some verbal encouragement from you before he overcomes his shyness to actually talk to you in your native language.

Mute: would never resort to cheap exploits like raking in a massive number of points by acing the placement test in his native language (as others are rumored to have done), but would quickly figure out the little tricks, bonuses, and power-ups that allow him to continuously earn the highest score possible while learning. Finds the exercises too easy and doesn’t like how you have to unlock certain topics through progression, rather than being able to freely choose what you’re interested in learning right from the beginning. If your native language isn’t English, he will look for other better resources on it on his own. Even if English isn’t your first language, he doesn’t really see any concrete need for you to improve but will respect your desire to do so by providing you with recommendations for English books and movies, as well as the offer of discussing them with him once you’re done with them.

Smoke: While the gamification aspect does hold some appeal in his eyes, he doesn’t really feel the need to follow the path given by the app—he’s convinced that if you want to learn a new language, it should ideally come naturally to you by actively engaging with source materials in it (read: chemical safety data sheets, scientific papers, and online shitposts). Should his daughter discover her love for Duolingo-based language learning, however, you bet he would download and use the app, if only to keep her happy and connect with her (he would, however, be equally happy if you were to compete with her in the challenges in his stead—in fact, he would only adore you more for doing so). If your native language isn’t English, the first thing he would ask you to teach him are swearwords, if nothing else, so he can annoy his fellow operators even more effectively. If things get serious between the two of you, however, he will be more than eager to learn other things as well from you.

Tachanka: Would use the app to learn a few bits in your language as an icebreaker and to surprise you & show you how much he cares about you. Flirty and straightforward as he is, he would then quickly graduate to asking you for some one-on-one conversation training sessions, offering to teach you basic Russian (or flirting/swearwords, depending on how you roll). Should you decide to learn Russian, he will be all over you whenever you use your newly acquired, meager language skills on him — he will be incredibly happy and proud of you. In fact, he might get a little too excited and unintentionally embarrass you a little by boasting about your “skills” to his fellow Spetsnaz members, putting you on the spot when they subsequently demand a first-hand demonstration. He’s quick to pick up on the naughtiest, most suggestive expressions in your native language and will make good use of them behind closed doors with absolutely zero shame, causing your blood to flow to your face (as well as other places) whenever he does so.

Thatcher: Was most definitely pressured into getting the app by someone else on his team and only begrudgingly agreed to use it under the condition that that person would also set everything up for him. He will quickly get annoyed by it and delete it after Duo keeps counting typos he didn’t bother to correct as mistakes, subsequently providing you with ample opportunity to expand your vocabulary of British swearing. If English isn’t your native language, he would try to learn some phrases from your first language for you. He’s very serious about it and somehow selects rather lyrical source materials for this endeavor—on occasion he sounds like an old-timey gentleman plucked straight from a romance novel, causing a blush to appear on your cheeks every time he talks to you like that.

Thermite: Another one who would probably see Duolingo as a kind of dating app with extra steps. Would repeatedly come to you under the pretense of asking you how certain features of the app work, etc., just so he has an excuse to stay close to you. If you’re in an established relationship, he will ask you for a kiss for every exercise he gets right whenever he’s actually using it to practice. Will make an effort to remember the most random sample phrases to repeat them back to his fellow operators in their native language and think he’s hilarious for doing so. If you’re the type of person that gets discouraged whenever you accidentally miss a day, causing your streak to break (the type of person he is), he will briefly log into your account and do a quick and easy exercise just to keep your streak going when he sees you haven’t logged into the app after you’ve already gone to bed. Will also really work with the random, basic phrases he’s learned in your language so far to impress you or at least make you laugh.

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thank you for reading! <3 these were very fun to do! If you are missing a specific operator, I didn’t spontaneously have a scenario of them pop into my mind, but you are free to request them.

Next post (in a few days) will be less shitpost-y (I hope, lol)~!

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shegetsburned · 11 months

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Had the amazing opportunity to commission @felrija for a sketch of my two favorites soldiers, Braise and Mute, looking confident and cocky. I did include a face claim for Mute even though he hasn’t been revealed yet, just to make it easier, and to have both of their faces in. Look at my girl Braise omggggg, she’s so gorgeous. I’m genuinely in love with them. Tysm again for this beautiful sketch!

#I love em #like words cannot express how much I do #look at them 😍😍😍#aaaaah #oc: braise #r6 oc #r6s mute #art commissions #rainbow six siege #Tysm again!!!#x: silent addiction #burned comissions

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parragone · 4 months

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wip wednesday saturday

one of those "I can't tag anyone else because I don;t know who to tag" situations, but thank you @r6shippingdelivery for tagging me in the first place <3

it's been a hot minute, so I'm gonna post a couple WIPs - the first being a muze wip from the early days of Rainbow, the second being a wip chapter from my Gentle Progress rewrite, Set in Motion, and the third being from a Fallen Hero wip because I am fucking rotted by this game-

ANYWAY, IT'S ALL UNDER THE CUT

first is from Early Days, which is the mute/fuze thing that just... bites at my heels

The party was loud. Too loud, really, but Mark had grown somewhat accustomed to the way the team liked to celebrate. With new arrivals from Japan to liven the party further, Mark had ducked out to get a breath of fresh air and hopefully escape the party altogether. He had never been one for parties in the first place, having never been quite old enough to be invited to any among his peers, and had little interest in learning to enjoy them. With a flimsy excuse about needing to finish his latest prototype improvement for MONI, he’d escaped a lecture from Mike – a well-intentioned lecture about needing to learn how to socialize, but a lecture nonetheless – and slipped out of the mess hall. A walk to clear his head and ground himself would do him some good, and then he’d go back to his ideal holiday activity; six hours spent coding something for fun rather than for a deadline. It’d be quiet until the operators came back from the holiday party disappointingly sober yet still all too happy to carry on their chatter, but by that time he hoped to be well and truly too tired to care. As he tugged his hood up and prepared to take the short walk around the obstacle course that he had come to well and truly despise, he heard the steady pace of another set of boots on another late-night jog. He raised his head to look down the track with furrowed brows, only to be met with the now-familiar figure of Kessikbayev. The smell of fresh cigarettes overpowered the smell of the rain and Mark was suddenly glad for the mask that covered his face and hid the way he cringed at the smell. “You weren’t at the party,” Mark commented as the older man slowed to a stop under the overhang. Shuhrat raised a brow as he shook his head to get rid of the excess water. “No.” The answer was simple and curt, and Mark felt a twinge of relief. “You have left it.” “Too loud.” It was as much an excuse as it was a reasonable explanation. “You done jogging?” “Yes.” The older man paused and gave a sidelong nod toward the barracks. He was done for the night, Mark assumed, but they were heading the same way. “Mind company?” “No.”

This second part is for Set in Motion, but it's a ways away

"I brought a peace offering." Jayce's boots were heavy on the old steel floors but just controlled enough that Viktor could tell the man was being conscious about his approach. He stared at the wall as the Piltovan approached and placed something glass on the dusty old bedside table, immediately followed by a retreat and the sound of his colleague circling around to the other side of the bed. The silence was so thick that he wondered if a bullet could kill it. "Can we talk?" The bed creaked as Jayce sat on the other side, the dip in the old mattress just enough for the Zaunite to notice. He refused to turn over and look at the man, something bitter built up in his heart. "Or maybe I can just… talk. I… I know I fucked up. I should have listened to you but instead, I paraded myself down an alley because I heard something. Even after you warned me that it's dangerous down here." Viktor listened as the Piltovan continued, aching hand slowly relaxing. "I was an idiot. And an asshole. And if your friend Vi wasn't there I probably would have ended up dead in a back alley instead of alive with a few new scars." Viktor looked at the pattern on the pillowcase. He wanted to be something mad, to be angry enough to yell at Jayce again, and found himself empty of it. The hollow cavity in his chest felt only slightly cracked, but enough to keep his attention on what his colleague was saying. "I don't know what I'm doing. Obviously. I nearly - I did hurt people down there. And I… I'm… I didn't realize how upset it would make you or how dangerous it was or… or anything like that and now I feel like I've crushed your good will for me into the ground and I hate that more because you… you. You. You're smart. You're leagues beyond anyone else I've ever met, like the Lady of Progress herself made you to force me to change. You've never once been hesitant to tell me when I'm wrong or a jackass or just not being the best I could be." The Zaunite shifted his bad leg to stretch it slightly. "Such as your misconception about Shuriman naming conventions. You insisted upon yourself so loudly." "Yeah, exactly," Jayce replied, his voice tinged with an emotion Viktor couldn't place. "You damn near threw the history book at me. My point is, I don't want to lose you because you're one of my only friends. I just… I don't know how to be a good friend. I've never had many. Most people think I'm an asshole on purpose but half the time I can't even tell if they're mad at me or happy with me and the other half I can't tell their facial expressions apart." The bed shifted again, the dip shifting into a full, familiar, comfortable weight behind him that made him ashamed and relieved at the same time. He wanted to turn around and look at his roommate, his friend, to encourage him and reward him with the end goal. Viktor knew better. "I don't know how to be a good friend. I'm barely a good person. I know this because most of why I haven't built a city-leveling bomb is the morals of those around me. But I want… I want to be good for you. And I don't know where to start because I feel like every time I start to do something I'm inevitably gonna fuck up. Maybe not as bad as this excursion, but I still think about how angry you were when you left the play. I never want to do that to you again and here I am, somehow doing something even worse. I think I'm asking for forgiveness, maybe? Or guidance. Just… I want to know how to..." "Fix it?" "You know me. There's nothing I can't fix, right?"

and the last bit is fallen hero, also very rusty, but also vaguely??? nsfw?? it's meant to be intimate but not necessarily sexual idk

The dreams had a strange mercy for once in that he could see nothing, but in exchange, his mind had conjured something far worse; a fantasy he could touch, smell, and hear. He didn’t need to see to feel Chen knelt in front of him, broad form settled between his thighs as a solid anchor among uncertainty. He needed a reason – and his mind provided, familiar hands pulling a blindfold tight over his eyes and the tickle of an all too familiar beard along the edge of one shoulder. Chen knew his strength. He kept one rough, weathered hand flat against Cole's lower spine to keep him still as he pressed quiet kisses against the warm, soft skin. Teeth grazed the edge of the ink that lined the smaller man's collarbone in fractal patterns too tightly interwoven to discern with the naked human eye; bruises bloomed over his neck and chest like flowers carefully embroidered into cloth too fragile to hold them. Held still as if he’d fall apart if Chen dared let go. Ortega had learned to be careful. His hands were softer than the Marshal’s, but just as grounding as they rested on his waist. Warm lips pressed to the nape of his neck, the scrape of a well-trimmed beard along the dip of his shoulder just as ticklish as it was when they kissed. He held the telepath as if he could save Cole from falling again, as if he could hold him close and somehow save him without knowing what he was saving him from. Like a hero should, if they could. It was too much to bear, not enough to fill the aching hole in his chest. Like filling an ocean one rainstorm at a time, bringing life from extinction. Washing away the barren empty with nothing more than a rag and their tears, they had no intention of letting him slip from their hands a second time. Monsters and all. Don’t touch me, his mind whispered in an instinctive flinch, I don’t know how not to bite.

#muze #r6s mute #r6s fuze #jayce giopara #viktor league of legends #wei chen #ricardo ortega #league of legends #rainbow six siege #fallen hero #fhr #fic wip #fanfic wip

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0amburgh0 · 1 year

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SORRY GUYSSS TEEHEE going through heavy burnout rn I’m so sorry

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s jager #r6s kapkan #r6s smoke #r6s glaz #r6s mute #r6s blitz #r6siege #doodle

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astheraa · 2 years

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Any operators of your choice end up getting a crush on reader who’s also an operator. Since they work side by side who do you think would actually confess and who doesn’t?

Operators

Mark (Mute)

Gustave (Doc)

For this I've choosen two operators, who wouldn't mind a relationship 👀💜

Mark ;

Mark keeps it professional, finding out he has a crush on you kind of threw him off but he still managed to catch himself and focus back on work.

He wasn't sure how you felt since both of you have been really close over time you knew each other.

He likes to wait, he knows your type, what you like in a human, he doesn't consider himself your type but for him the term "type" is just bullshit.

You love a human for who they are, if everyone was searching for his type we all would be lost in his eyes.

He likes watching you, analyzing every move you make from across the room, he just hopes sometimes - when he isn't busy- you would come up to him and kiss him.

He saw you kiss your ex one time and since then he wants to feel that too. He wants to feel what it's like to be kissed by someone like you, he can't imagine it, do you kiss passionate or soft like a feather? He just doesn't know. But he wants to, and when he doesn't know something, it can drive him mad. He would even die for a kiss. But he would never admit it.

When you finally decide to tell him how you feel, he let's you wait, not only because he likes to tease, but he also needs to decide if a relationship is the best thing right now.

But he can't just let you wait too long and just gives himself a chance to be loved.

But little does he know that you always knew that he loved you.

Gustav ;

An romantic person, all in all.

He knows he has a crush and he doesn't mind showing you this in various ways.

He embodies the typical French lover;

He loves to flirt, sometimes you weren't sure if he really likes you or not, the air kisses, the compliments, the touches, just everything. He plays is cool, a pretty arousing personality, he also loves teasing you just to leave you flattered, thinking about him.

He just waits for you to kiss him, he will be always patient for it, so you will be finally his partner, his everything.

He knows your job and he knows how important it is to keep a cool head in stressful situations. He sometimes just lays there and thinks about it, if it would be a good idea.

But a little bit of fun doesn't hurt sometimes right?

He loves giving you compliments, he can literally feel your butterflies storming inside of you and he wouldn't lie if he said he wouldn't feel the same.

Gustave pays for your stuff pretty often, even tho you don't like it, he still loves it. Seeing you getting flustered in a café, if the waitress asks you, if you two are a couple is just so unbelievably cute for him. He just answers with a short :,, No but soon maybe ", while winking st you.

When you are chilling with the other operators he likes to put an arm around your shoulder, while talking to you in a pretty hot voice.

One day Gustave just couldn't hold it in anymore and he told you that he loves you more than anything.

Both of you knew and you were happy that there wasn't any more intense flirting.

Now you could do couple things and he could finally kiss you.

#rainbow six siege x reader #r6s x reader #r6 scenario #r6siege #x reader #rainbow six #Docr6 #gustave kateb #doc x reader #r6 doc #mark chandar #r6s mute #Mute x reader

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midnightt-vice · 10 days

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Me thinking of Mute recently

#original post #shitpost #rainbow 6 siege #rainbow six siege #r6s mute #mute #gaming

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tauruscookie · 11 months

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Imagine wanting to watch a movie with your boyfriend but he finally goes to sleep cause he overworked himself so your left alone to watch the movie alone 😔

#rainbow6 #r6community #rainbowsixsiege #rainbow6siege #rainbowsixgame #rainbowsixsiegefanart #my art #r6s #r6 #r6s mute #r6s vigil #mute x vigil

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amagoner · 1 year

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i like big, quiet men

#ghost #mute #simon ghost riley #mark mute chandar #cod ghost #r6s mute #cod mw2 #r6s #modern warfare 2 #rainbow six siege #rainbow six #call of duty modern warfare #i wasnt sure what happened with ghosts legs so i gave up lmao #gonerwords

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retrodisaster · 10 months

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Ik it’s kind of cheating since some of these aren’t actually the “primary” color in the design but I was too far into it to stop 🫣

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s mute #r6s hibana #r6s frost #r6s kapkan #r6s caveira #r6s ela #r6s lion #r6s echo #r6s ace

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rekas-writes · 2 years

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Stay with Me

Pair: Mute/GN! Reader

Type: Drabble - 906 words

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You have training to attend to with Mute, but you’re a famously terrible morning person. You’re also a famously convincing person, at least when it comes to your boyfriend. Mute has other plans, however.

TW: None

A/N: Just wanted to write some more variety and write for my favourite R6S guy! Also wanted to make my debut in the tag, since I don’t think my masterlist reaches it ^^;

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Mute didn’t necessarily consider himself a morning person, but he didn’t have as much difficulty when it came to waking up on time. At least, not as much as you. You always wondered where he’d gotten such tenacity from, but he merely shrugged. He had a job to do and lazing around wasn’t going to win him any permanent favours. How admirable. You were almost envious of how easy it was for him. Maybe your struggles came from your terrible sleep schedule- but that’s besides the point.

As an alarm spells out impending doom for you, it spells a loud, annoying get the fuck out of bed to your boyfriend- which you are none too pleased about. Especially when as he leans up in bed, you find your arms being unwillingly dragged along- causing your body to contort weirdly. You could’ve easily just let him go but… You’re stubborn, as you keep your arms as tightly locked around his figure as possible in your sleepy state, making the latter laugh lightly,

“C’mon, it’s time to get up, love.”

There’s no verbal response as you shake your head fervently against his side. You try to pull him back, knowing full well he had the upper hand being fully awake already and all,

“Just a few minutes, come onn, it won’t kill you,” you drag your words out to try and tempt him, tugging lightly as you bury your head in his side. Your sentence is muddled partly by your face being in his side, and partly because of the slur in speech sleep cast on your voice. Mark could feel his lips lift higher into a more visible, amused smile, resting the hand next to you on his side on your head instead,

“Hmm, maybe that won’t but Thatcher certainly will,” he’s thoroughly entertained as you scoff, shaking your head,

“I don’t know about you but I'm not letting him get in between me and my precious extra 5 minutes of sleep with my beloved,” there’s a mock pompous tone in your voice as you cling a little closer. He sighs, shaking his head disapprovingly, but you can still practically hear that adoring smile on his lips as he speaks,

“With how long this,” he gestures briefly at your insistent grip, “has been going on for, i’d reckon you’ve had your so-called five minutes,” he tilts his head to the side with a smirk, already hearing your complaints of him being a smartass before they’d even begun. Mid-complaint, you’re already pushing your head past from under his hand to feign a glare face-to-face, or at least, as much as your head could crane up to his face with your awkward positions. His eyes gaze over the visible parts of your face, admiring the tired droop to your eyelids as they threaten to shut again, to the bed head that curls around your face in a frizzled, adorable mess.

Chuckling again, he simply presses the tip of his index finger to your nose. Almost immediately, your face scrunches up beneath the touch, as though you’d eaten a lemon, making him snicker even more. You can’t help but laugh along, trying to stifle yourself with the fabric of his shirt, “God, you’re ridiculous, love,” he teases affectionately, making you huff against him,

“Am not,” you pout childishly. He rolls his eyes and attempts to get up again, making your slackening grip tighten once more,

“Come on, I need a shower, love. I’m certain you want one too,” he tries to urge you up, his other hand moving to slightly push at the raised part of your back. You act like dead weight however, trying to drag this out as far as possible. Admittedly, mornings were one of your favourite parts of the day, if only to convince Mark to come back and snuggle with you back under the warm covers for whatever precious little, alone time you had left to spare. It was a recurring joke that simply grew into tradition. One you both loved to do, no matter how exasperated you both may seem.

He stops pushing you, if only to rotate you with a sigh into his lap. You’re mildly annoyed at the loss of warmth from being half under the covers, but you could admit that being in his lap had its benefits too. What you weren’t expecting, however, was for him to use your arms around him as leverage to lift you up- supporting your legs and lower back in his arms.

You yelp and hold on closer out of instinct, a few uncouth curses tumbling out of your mouth as he starts walking. He watches your reaction closely with a snicker, warm eyes crinkling with amusement as you squint your eyes in confusion,

“If you’re gonna be this stubborn and clingy, i’ll just have to carry you with me and have that shower together, hmm?”

The suggestion makes your face burn up, newfound warmth spreading to your ears and neck as the dirtier implications suddenly register in your sleep-addled mind. It almost acts like coffee in the way you perk up and wake up a bit. Oh. You can only hide your face in his chest as he walks you to the bathroom, teasing you about your reaction all the while.

Although, despite your mild fatigue and reluctance to get out of bed, you can’t help but be very intrigued at this new proposal.

#rainbow six siege #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s mute #r6s mute x reader #mute x reader #x ftm reader #x male reader #x trans male reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x m reader #r6s x reader #reader insert #r6siege #rainbow six #r6s

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ghostiex0 · 2 years

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˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Mute x reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚

Lazy morning

This is just a cute little drabble! Readers gender is not specified

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The sun managed to disturb you all too soon. It’s light peering through the white sheer curtains that hung in front of the window. Naturally, an annoyed grumble left your throat, eyes now fluttering open and joints starting to roll sub consonciously. With all your shifting, you felt the slight dip in the bed next to you, a reminder of the man in bed with you.

Doing your best not to disturb him, you clasped your hands over his toned arms that held securely onto your waist, and lifted them enough to shimmy away and gently lower them against the plush mattress instead.

He looked peaceful. His chest would slowly rise and fall as he took in shallow breaths, obvious due to the lack of clothing covering him. It was complimented by the mess that his hair had become due to his sleeping habits. You honestly couldn’t help but just gaze at him for a bit.

Properly standing on your own two feet, you reached for the random lounging clothes you had lying around, shuffling on enough to be decent.

Upon your arrival into the kitchen, you noticed you both must have left one of the lights on dim. Far too caught up in the late night to even notice it shining light casting over the stove.

Another breath in and your hands clasped the black handle of the kettle, pulling in over the sink to fill with fresh water before boiling it.

“Morning, love.”

The sound of your lovers voice pulled you out of your diligent work. And even though you had heard it many times by now, the term of endearment rolling off his tongue still made your heart flutter in your chest.

You gave a soft hum, “Finally decided to get up?”

A small huff of a laugh escaped his throat, moving towards you.

“Yeah, a certain someone decided to leave me all alone in bed.”

His response made you playfully roll your eyes. You honestly should have known better. Of course he would be alerted at your presence leaving him, he held onto you like a teddy bear in his sleep. A silent show of how much he needed you with him.

“I’m just making some tea. You can go sit on down on the couch, I’ll be in in a second.”

Mark’s arms snaked around your waist from behind for a moment as he pressed a sly kiss to your cheek before lazily giving in to your offer and moving to sit down at the couch.

You couldn’t help but let a smile creep through as you saw him throw his body down and rub his face in an attempt to further wake up. You finished up with the tea. Each cup was made specifically to each of your likings.

Though you two were separated plenty due to his work, little times like this made it all worth it.

#r6s mute #mark chandar #R6S #r6s x reader #SAS x reader #mute x reader #r6 x reader

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shegetsburned · 1 year

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thank you so much for you guys’ feedback on my oc Braise. Loved the comments! Here’s her biography. Always feel free to ask me questions about her, there’s nothing I’d love more than to answer them.

Braise’s biography~

"You’re either on my side or in my way."

BACKGROUND

Operator Luna "Braise" Ursi is born in France where she lived for three years before immigrating to Quebec, Canada. There, she developed skills in French and English due to her location which benefited her throughout her social and professional life. She comes form a hardworking family and she knew quite young what she wanted to do; sacrificing herself to help those in need. At 16 she enlisted in the Canadian armed forces (CAF) as an armored officer. That will mark the beginning of her multiples changes.

Later, Luna did one year in the Royal military college before realizing it may not be the right fit for her, she soon changed to the federal police of Canada (RCMP), succeeding in every part of the job including weapons’ training and rapid response situations. She did four years before being able to supervise the newcomers and then got approached by the emergency response team (ERT). There, she served one year. One year where she got deployed all over Canada helping citizens and participating in high danger classified operations. During a joint operation with the JTF2, she met agent Sebastien "Buck" Côté who later introduced her to Rainbow.

PSYCHOLOGICAL REPORT

When I first read Luna’s dossier I thought Côté wasn’t thinking straight. She had way too much expectations on what she could achieve and about the person she would become, but maybe that’s what made her such a good fit for team Rainbow. She would not back down. She was reckless, tireless, rigorous and independent. These qualities interested me, and were a mix I had wished to see on the battlefield for a long time now.

At first, I started to learn about her personal life. She lived with a quite modern family. There didn’t seem to be any problems at first but, as I dug deeper, I realized Ursi had suffered this oldest sibling syndrome. She felt a lot of pressure on her shoulders but managed to control it before she find an opportunity to work on it with the federal police. My several psychological interviews with agent Braise confirmed her immense feeling of pressure when it came to success. A mix of immense guilt and pressure of doing what is right. She had failed to achieve her goals in the army which pushed her into not doing any mistakes again that could make her feel so miserable. Failure is her biggest enemy.

Luna would seem harsh at first but she is liked in the unit by others and seems to have small issues with few of our agents. After some time she quickly grew found of our French and Canadian agents where she seemed to find her place with most of them. Of course, her strong sense of hate towards injustice made her more friendly with Aria "Alibi" De Luca which she described, as my biggest surprise, like a sort of canalisation for her anger. I’m also looking forward to seeing her work with agents Mark "Mute" Chandar as her defensive partner and Jordan "Thermite" Trace during her mentoring time with the agency. They are two strong headed men, who I hope will vandalize their anger and frustration into Luna’s strategic and open mind.

— Dr. Harishva "Harry" Pandey, Director of Rainbow

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#oc #rainbow six siege oc #rainbow six siege #r6s #oc: braise #braise #biography #buck #r6s buck #Harry #r6s harry #thermite #r6s thermite #mute #r6s mute #alibi #r6s alibi #rip harry

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