#r6seige

[incorrect-r6s-quotes]

Smoke: How do people not swear? Like where does their anger go? How do they show their enthusiasm? what if they stub their toe? Saying golly gosh isn’t really going to cut it.

[dantesunbreaker]

Fuze x Male!Reader

Spring rain softly sprinkles the fresh grass around the secluded four bedroom cabin Fuze and Y/N  call home. Home for extended leave, Fuze spends his time locked away to tinker in his workshop. Y/N walks through their living room to find the couple’s dog after moving the laundry into the dryer.

“Come here, Misha,” Y/N calls as he sinks into the plush cushions of an armchair, legs spread wide to allow space between his knees. The hulking fawn Central Asian shepherd saunters across the room to rest between Y/N’s open legs. “Such a good boy. Now let’s get some of this extra hair off you,” Y/N ruffles the dog’s scruff while combing out some of his shedding fur.

Misha drops his jaw open, tongue rolling out as he throws his weight affectionately back against his owner. Chuckling, Y/N pats along the dog’s stocky body and smothers the crown of his head with kisses. A pile of fur gathers on the floor while Y/N grooms the slobbering beast. But both Y/N’s and Misha’s attention shifts towards Fuze’s workshop as they hear a loud thud followed by a string of angry Russian curses. 

Seconds of uncertainty pass before Fuze emerges from his sanctuary looking more than a little frustrated, a pained look on his face. Crudely wrapped cloth covers the majority of Fuze’s left forearm that is cradled close to his chest. That’s when Y/N sees it. A scarlet red stream dripping steadily from the limb. With another grumbled swear, Fuze squeezes his arm while making a beeline for the kitchen sink.

“Shuhrat? What happened?” Y/N stands, dog still resting on the ground between his legs. “Misha, go fetch the medkit,”Y/N holds the dog’s face and kisses the top of his head before dismissing him.

Leaning up against the counter, Fuze flicks on the faucet with his good hand. Hissing in pain Fuze begins unraveling the now blood soaked towel that wants to stick to his wound. When the cloth drops into the sink a long gash stretching across near the entirety of Fuze’s forearm is revealed.

“Was working on a new project. Blade slipped from counter and caught my arm,” Fuze bites back a groan as he thrusts his arm beneath the flow of water. With the pain,his accent becomes thicker, his words almost indistinguishable. But Y/N is able to understand him well enough.

“Here,” Y/N fingers delicately brush against Fuze’s arm, “let me help you.” Briefly, Fuze flinches at the touch before relaxing into the comforting touch of his lover.

Enough blood covers the wound even after Fuze’s attempts to rinse it away, so there is no telling how deep the gash goes. Y/N wraps a fresh towel tight along the Uzbek’s forearm. Misha trots happily back into the room, handle of a medkit in his jaw. The dog comes all the way into the kitchen, his front paws going up onto the counter as he sets the container beside Y/N.

“I will never cease to be amazed by how well you have trained that dog,” Fuze comments, huffing as he hops up to sit on the counter top.

“Misha is a good dog,” Y/N smiles fondly as he fetches a bottle of vodka from one of the cabinets. Opening the medkit, he also pulls out the supplies necessary to stitch up his husband. “Just you wait, next I’ll have him trained to stitch you up as well,” both men share a small laugh.

Flicking on a lighter, Y/N holds a needle over the moving flame until he feels that it has been sufficiently sterilized. Once the needle has been threaded Y/N sets it aside to grab the vodka. As Y/N opens the bottle of alcohol Fuze braces himself for the burning pain he knows is about to come. Y/N attempts to be as gentle as possible as he unravels the towel around Fuze’s forearm.

“As you already know, this is going to sting,” a brief warning is given as Y/N moves the Uzbek’s arm over the sink. Fuze has to bite back many angry curses, but before long the torment is over. “Here, drink some,” Y/N offers the bottle to Fuze while wiping some of the excess fluid off the man’s skin.

“Thanks,” Fuze grabs the bottle and takes a greedy sip. “Don’t warn me when you start. Just get it over with,” and he takes another long swig from the bottle.

Y/N gives a curt nod as he washes his hands, grabbing the prepped needle as soon as he finishes. Using his left hand, Y/N pinches the edges of the wound together. Finding the approximate center of the long gash, Y/N swiftly pierces one side of the wound with the needle and pulls it out through the other side. Fuze flinches at first but quickly stiffens up. Cutting the excess thread, Y/N ties off the single stitch tight enough to hold the wound but loose enough that it can breathe. He places a stitch on either side of the first stitch that is halfway between it and the end of the gash. Another four are placed along the wound before Y/N feels the wound is sufficiently closed and the stitches will hold.

“Alright, the stitches are done,” Y/N sighs with a bit of relief, watching Fuze’s tight shoulders slacken. “Just let me clean it up and wrap it up for you then you’ll be all set.”

With an alcohol soaked cloth, Y/N wipes away the remaining blood before placing dry gauze pads over top of the stitches. Bandages then are wrapped securely around the Uzbek’s entire forearm to prevent anything for catching the stitches or tearing it back open.

“There we go, all good,” reaching up onto his tiptoes, Y/N places a kiss on Fuze’s chapped lips.

With a bit of help from Y/N, Fuze slides off the counter only to immediately pull the other man into his arms. Chest to chest, they stand with only centimetres separating them. Leaning forward, Fuze rests his forehead against Y/N’s and gives a soft smile while gazing into his eyes.

“Thank you Y/N,” the Uzbek speaks softly, pausing to tenderly kiss his husband. “I think perhaps it is best I take a break from working on my projects and enjoy the rest of my leave with you and Misha.”

“I think that would be great,” Y/N agrees with a wide grin. The couple shares another loving kiss before relocating to the loveseat to watch a movie together, their dog curled up by their feet.

[icedcoffeedisaster]

You know what? I may actually write some imagines myself. I will take requests for the characters/groups listed below. Yet, I will 99% be writing for female characters, unless someone asks a super nice request. Be warned, however, as requests may take a while to be written. Ask away!

- USWNT

All members, including some past players as well.

- NWSL

I will try for these players, but it may take a while to write

- ENGWNT

Again, even though they are my national team, I don't follow them that much.

- Marvel

Should be able to write for all our precious marvel women.

- Life is strange (1 and BTS)

Favourite game of all time. Really want some requests for this

- Maleficent

No explanation needed for this.

- Terminator Dark Fate

Will do the current time and during the war with Legion.

- Overwatch

May be rusty on a few characters, but I'll try.

- Jedi Fallen Order

Ok, but have you seen Trilla? I can barely find any fics for her.

- Rainbow Six Seige

I'll try. Great game, btw.

- HTTYD

This film series raised me. Definitely will write for it's characters.

- Apex Legends

Haven't been playing for long, but I'll do my best

- Star Wars

Prequels, Main Trilogy, Sequels, and I'll try for the TV shows like The Clone Wars and The Mandalorian

- Assassins Creed

Have been playing these games for a while. Should know the characters well enough

I will take any form of request, but no smut for now. I think that should cover everyone I write for, but if you want another character written, send me an ask.

[coolapocalypse]

oops, is this lion’s face reveal? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[cirilafiona]

[borb-soda]

For @ojiisan01

[ren-meteor]

the military is so dumb

[mr-moistman]

Got the Smoke chibi for my Bday, along with Sledge too!

[zenvangogh]

Ubisoft: we didn’t want to promote toxicity and racism in our game so we implemented an insta-ban system. We’re not racist.

Also Ubisoft: *creates character that is the “angry, violent black woman” racist trope*

[incorrect-r6s-quotes]

Hibana: Where were you?

Echo: Harry was yelling at me.

Echo: Apparently I'm “lazy” and “incompetent” and “Masaru."

Echo: The last one was just my name but you should’ve heard his voice.

[dantesunbreaker]

Made a Mute for @blackbeardmain505 cuz he asked for it.

[gamecritterau-blog]

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[iamtheprezzieforfusey]

We're here, we're queer. Now bring that monster rear here.

We be back, playing some more R6Seige with Lucky!

Come vibe with us, and watch our dumbass plays.

https://www.twitch.tv/ExKn_KalJackal?sr=a

[cirilafiona]

Anger can be a powerful tool. But we’re terrified of losing control, embracing it. And that’s why I envy Mike. Mike faced his demons. 

 He knows how to channel his anger.

[thefrostyknight]

Nothing like your entire time falling off the roof for a tiebreaker defeat.

[borb-soda]

here have some jager

(and i promise ill try to post a new art everyday )