Writers note: I want to make this VERY clear, I will not be doing things like x readers often, I am merely writing this because these are actual dreams I have had about Gustave Kateb (which is how I will be referring to him through the fic) AND I also want to say for my own personal beef. These are DREAMS that is IT, I personally think Doc as a character is ok, please do not think that I just sit around day dreaming like this I don’t please don’t assume that I do ;-;
PLEASE READ: With this series there will be a lot of loop holes, especially with this one in-particular, considering they are based off dreams I had so there will be a lot of moments that won’t make much sense. I will try and make them a little bit more logical for readers but still try and keep it as close as possible. Some stories will be incredibly short and some will be very long.
And I will say this is not the only dream like this I have, if this gets popular enough I might, it really depends on how I feel about the series after I’ve finished it. Now enough explaining, lets get started!
Warnings: Gun wounds,blood,swearing, not as angsty as it sounds, fluff and flirting
13+, 2,074 words, 9 minute read
You sat with your back against a wall, legs stretched out in front of you while your eyes focused on the ceiling fan. Attempting to ignore the pain in BOTH of your legs, you were worried that if you looked down your adrenaline would run out and you would finally pass out. In hindsight, it was probably a bad idea to piss off the Brazilian with a very slight anger problem who was specially trained in torture tactics. Given it probably wasn't her full intention to shoot you in both your calves but you were the one who made it personal by mentioning her family, you made a note for yourself later to try and apologize to her. Well, you can’t lie and say you didn’t learn my lesson but if you could have done it without getting shot, just maybe it would feel worth it.
You heard the sounds of loud footsteps from the hallway leading to the room you sat in so you gently turned your head to the side, focusing on just who was coming your way. Before you had the chance to take your guess, Seamus (Sledge) had poked his head through the doorway and immediately sighed loudly at the sight of you sitting on the floor with your legs bloody.
“Who did you piss off this time?” he said, leaning against the door frame with the bridge of his nose between his two fingers.
You practically lulled your head at him “Cav...”
He pulled his face down with his hand, “Again. Y/N you can’t keep pissing people off like this, especially Cav.”
“I’m stopping you right there, you sound like my dad and my 6th grade English teacher and it's seriously making me want to punch your teeth in.” You said with a grimace, luckily Sledge and you had become good friends through Rainbow, having the same humor, he knew your jokes sounded more serious than they actually were.
“I’d say ‘I’d like to see you try’ but I feel like I’m already kicking you while you’re down.” He squatted down to your level, attempting to look you in the eye.
“ahhh, hahaha, I get it, cause my legs are shot!” You sarcastically let out a very fake chuckle and hit your thigh gently, “Dude, you should have gone into comedy, you’d be amazing!”
“Ok, now you’re pissing me off” He stood up and wiped his pant legs, “I’ll get Doc”
“What?! No! Why him? He’s gross and smells like an Axe deodorant factory” You said, it wasn’t that you actually hated him, it was just that your whole relationship with him was built off of giving each other the hardest time you could and you knew he would give you some form of hell for this.
Seamus looked at you with a flat face and in a very monotone voice said “I’m getting Doc” he left your view and you could hear him make his way down the concrete hallway.
Before you could let him get too far away, you knew you had to give him a ‘thank you’, “Dickweed!” you shouted outside the door.
“Tiny bastard!’ He shouted back. That was how your ‘thank you’s’ and ‘goodbyes’ normally went.
After a few minutes you heard another set of footsteps, but it sounded like more than just 2 people. As soon as you heard the footsteps they were right next to you, all three of them entered the room. Looking up you made contact with a pair of eyes you knew too well.
You let out an exaggerated groan “Why the hell are you here?” You said Masaru (Echo) chuckled evilly over you, plopping next to your left.
“You thought I’d miss out on getting shot?” He pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his elbows on his knees, getting a slight kick out of your situation.
“You’re so lucky I’m so hopped up on adrenaline or I’d have your ass,” You said.
You heard a cough at the door and turned your head enough to see who it was and wouldn’t you know it, Gustave (Doc) was standing right there. He merely stood in the doorway, looking down at you, studying the situation, and why you weren’t even feeling a little pain. Looking him up and down, you saw he didn’t have anything with him. No med kit, no bandages, not even a wheelchair.
“Hey, where's my wheelchair to get out of here? Or do I get the peasant treatment and get a wooden cart?” You said, finding your joke a little humorous.
“You mean what you deserve?” Seamus said with a huff, aggravated you got into this situation in the first place, making you finally realize he was in the room too.
Gustave directed his attention to you, crouching down to his knees to look at you. “Careful, I’m the one going to be taking care of you anyway. Better be nice to me” He said with a slight smile. He rudely poked at your ankle, and when realizing you didn’t feel any pain at all, poked it again.
You giggled to yourself and with a sly smile said, “Easy now, I haven’t shaved my legs in a bit. Don’t want to gross you out” Once you saw the blush on his face you couldn’t help but wink and smile wider.
“Jesus Y/N, TMI much? Doc’s the only one trying to get into your pants here” Masaru said, pretending to gag.
“Speak for yourself” Seamus chimed in, cheek clicking at you. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Seamus to flirt every once in a while. How could you not? Have you seen the man? But it didn’t change the fact it was clear there was no romance between the two of you, and you both made sure the other knew of it.
Looking back at Gustave, you saw the irritation on his face, you knew he wasn’t fond of the idea of work relationships, especially in your line of work. You liked the idea that it was because it was Seamus who could make you blush and not him, but the thought quickly left your head.
‘Don’t get caught up on feelings you can’t have’ You said to yourself.
“Well, from what I can tell you will be totally fine, it hit no major tissue or veins. But I still need to take you to the infirmary to clean you up.” Doc finally said after looking over your legs. “I didn’t bring a chair with me, so I guess I’ll just have to carry you out of the training area” His lips curled into a sly smirk.
You stared at him blankly, but the blank stare quickly turned into a scowl. “You’re fucking kidding me? You planned this?! No! Hell No I’m not letting you carry me down the stairs!”
“Awe comes on Y/N! Give the guy some kind of bone” Masaru bumped your shoulder.
“You know what I think Echo? I think we should go, give these two some time alone” Seamus said with a wild smirk, knowing how pissed you were going to be at him. Echo, loving the idea of putting you through a bit more turmoil, quickly agreed.
“Don’t worry, we’ll bring you some lunch once you get into the infirmary. Be good!” Masaru hopped up from his place on the floor and both him and Seamus waved themselves out, leaving you alone with Doc.
“You’re not carrying me.” You said quickly and coldly, making sure he knew you were serious. He knew, of course. But little did you know, he thought it was adorable how when you tried to come off as threatening you would scowl more, making your nose scrunch up in such a way he couldn’t help but find make you seem cuter than you already were. He shook the idea out of his head, knowing if he didn’t get you moving soon the adrenaline would wear off and you would be in pain.
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, but I will need some help.” He said, standing up and walking directly in front of you. You tilted your head at him, non-verbally questioning his intentions. It wasn’t until he reached his hands out straight at you, quickly closing and opening his hands at you, you realized what his request was and you felt a blush come to your face.
“I AM NOT DOING GRABBY HANDS FOR YOU” You shouted loudly, not caring but actually hoping someone would hear you and save you. Gustave began to laugh at your reactions “There's no escaping this~” He cooed at you, getting back at your level on the floor. “ I’d rather crawl to the infirmary!” You crossed your arms, turning your body away from him best you could.
“Come on Y/N, we’re not moving till you do so~” Gustave got a bit closer but not enough to get into your personal space. You both stared each other down, testing to see who would break and give in to the other. You took the time to look at his face, he was handsome of course, but was there much beyond that? What you should have been asking was it worth thinking about it. After what felt like a minute you finally weighed your options. You were stubborn, but it was the fact that if you didn’t get moving things would get worse, so you finally caved. After a sigh, you turned your face to the side, reaching your arms out slowly.
‘God this is going to be painful to my pride’
As quickly as you could you opened and closed your hands, heat rushing to your face quickly that you just had to grabby hand at your co-worker. You heard Gustave chuckle and shot him a dagger filled glare, which only made him laugh more. “Ok, ok, I wish I could say that was the end of your embarrassment, but...I don’t want to bridal carry you, it might hurt your calves, so I’ll have to carry you piggyback style.” He blushed slightly, scratching the back of his neck
“This day literally can’t any worse can it?” You threw your head back, “Fine, but you so owe me”
“I can deal with that, now come here we need to get you out of here, quickly.” He turned around and you scooted closer. “Here, put your hands on my shoulders.” He patted his left shoulder and you did so. He pulled you by your wrist forward so you could wrap your arms around his neck. “Hold on,” You tighten your arms around his neck enough for stability as he quickly but steadily stands up to catch under your knees to hold you up. After getting stable he started making his way out of the room, down the hallway, and quickly out of the training area.
“Apologize for being rude, but I must say, you’re light,” He said, but winced when you slapped him upside the head. You felt the chuckle he let out vibrate through his back, you couldn’t help but rest your head against his shoulder, it was embarrassing but the adrenaline was starting to leave and dizziness and sleep hit you just before the pain. So as tired as you were, you couldn’t ignore the small amount of warmth that Gustave gave off, feeling comforted by it. He rambled on, but before he even entered the infirmary he realized you had fallen asleep. Knowing how you desperately needed rest, he quieted down, imagining how peaceful you must have looked snuggled against his back. He smiled at the idea of you being so comforted by him you fell asleep but knew that wasn’t the case.
Setting you down as gently as he could on the hospital bed, he made sure you were comfortable to stay like that for a while. He knew he had to wake you up before doing anything to your person, but he took a few seconds to watch you peacefully breathe, finding your sleeping face quite beautiful. Not that it wasn’t other times, but you would always turn away from him before he could take a good look. You were a very beautiful woman, there was no doubt. He shook his head, knew he was wasting too much time. He moved some hair out of your face before shaking your shoulder and watching your eyes flutter open.
Part of a small series of what some of the R6 Ops would be like go-karting. These are purely for fun and are not to be taken seriously. Enjoy!
Warning: Swearing
Type:Fan-made scenarios
SWAT
When I tell you they take it VERY seriously. They live for competition in everything they do, from working out to even eating, they will find a way to make it a competition.
Ash would only race like 3 times, she won each round ( obviously) so she didn’t have much else to show. All she wanted to prove was that she was better than the boys and damn did she do so. Her turns would be immaculate and her form would be NASCAR level, she learns so quick you would think shes a pro but I doubt shes ever even go-karted before. She just loves proving a girl can do as well and even better than boys, she would be light-hearted about it though don’t get her wrong, it is a game after all.
Castel, in all honesty, probably wouldn’t race. It’s not necessarily that he finds it childish or anything, it just doesn’t sound like much fun to him. He would rather not get sore muscles from trying to fit into the small kart or whiplash from bouncing into the others. But that doesn’t mean he can’t be persuaded. If they really taunted him, and I mean in a very specific way, he would race them. Of course, he would lose at first, having not done something like it before, but he would go a few more rounds until he won or just got tired of losing. That being said he would constantly go back and forth from trying to get ahead to making sure Thermite didn’t win. (In all honesty he also probably brought one of the dogs he's fostering to get them use to crowds, fully cautious of course)
Thermite is the definition of a TEASE. He would purposely let someone (pulse) pass him, go to almost a complete stop, then hit the gas and pass them at the speed of light. He would pull his hat down and kick his feet up, and yes he tried to drive with his feet but after one of the employees told him off he stopped with an embarrassed blush on his face and a big smile. But when I tell you he can and WILL be so butt hurt if he got his ass handed to him, he will still pat them on the back and give them an atta’ boy, but not without a hollow threat and a joking death glare.
Pulse, in all honesty, is probably so happy to just be there, he honestly doesn’t care about winning or losing, he's making friends and having a good time with his team and its all he could ask for. That doesn’t mean he's not any less competitive than the others, oh no, what's the fun of a game if you don’t try to win? He wouldn’t boast a lot if he did win, and if he lost he would be a little disappointed but complement whoever won, and honestly he would ask for pointers on how he could be better. Overall he tries to hard to be a good sport! He probably even tried to invite Echo or his other Op friends, whether they came or not he would be happy he offered.
They wouldn’t be conservationists like the GSG9 would be, they’re so focused on beating each other they don’t have time to yell at each other. Of course, you would get the occasional swears and cusses and threats, and of course, the taught from Thermite, but the others like Ash and Castle would be silent.
After they would probably explore the area more, maybe get some food somewhere and find another attraction that they can battle each other in. They’re not as close knitted as the GSG9 but it doesn’t mean they can’t have these types of moments together!
(So! Let me start off saying I am Insanely overdue with all of these. I can say that things were happening in my life but its such an old story I won’t even bother but thank you for the support we have gotten. This blog was made by a friend and I who love making up scenarios and just wanted to share some of them with people in hopes to make them laugh as hard as we have over some of these. I wouldn’t expect much action from this blog as life gets in the way most of the time. But what a better way to come back than a funny scenario where some of the Op groups go go-karting together? Please enjoy and thank you again for the support!)
Warning: swearing
Type: fan-made scenarios
GSG9
IQ would be the only one not driving, she finds it quite childish and didn’t even come but figured it would be better to hold their tickets and tokens instead of leaving without them. Plus it gives her some downtime to scroll on her phone, she just wishes it wasn’t so loud.
Bandit would surprisingly be in the last place, he's good at keeping speed but awful at making good turns and not hitting the barriers and getting stuck. He will be salty at the end of the day but he would be lying if he said he didn’t have fun bouncing the others around on the track.
Jager is rightfully in the first place (somehow) even though he would hit the barriers at full speed, at some point actually bouncing out of the barriers. Did the others help him with his kart? Of course not! They will take any chance they can to beat him because they know somehow he would win anyway. And he did obviously. Turns out that impulse buy of that Wii, as well as the wheel attachment and a racing game, wasn’t a totally stupid idea.
Well, Blitz isn’t happy about being in second but had an absolute blast “accidentally” bouncing the others around and at some points just straight up blocking them with his kart. He acts like he's a racing god but drives like he's trying not to get eaten by a badger in his kart, but Luckily Bandit is worse at driving than him.
Overall, they all take everything with a light heart, knowing they’ve done worse to each other, but don’t let that fool you! Their competitiveness will always get the better of them, especially when people are watching them. If they weren’t in the military, I bet you they would all have entertainment as a side job, they just love putting on shows for people!
Blitz: EAT MY FUCKING DUST JAGER!
Jager: I WILL RAM YOU OFF THIS TRACK YOU FAT SHIELD FUCK!
Blitz: BANDIT YOU DRIVE A MOTORCYCLE, HOW ARE YOU SHIT AT THIS?!
Bandit: DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A FUCKING MOTORCYCLE TO YOU?!
Jager: I DRIVE A FUCKING JET AND IT'S BETTER THAN THIS HUNK OF SHIT! YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE!!
Bandit: SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU FUCKING ONE ARMOR. OH WAIT!
Jager: OH YEAH? WATCH YOUR LEFT! HAHAHA!
Blitz and Bandit who got caught on each other: YOU’RE DEAD MEAT JAGER
IQ would eventually have to call it and real them back in after like 2 hours, and it would be a little hard because they would still want to try and beat each other one last time. But after a death glare and a stern voice they would reluctantly climb out of their karts, they would probably go and get dinner together, with all that yelling it makes up an appetite. They would talk about it all dinner and had an amazing time together as a group.
How the operators from Rainbow Six Siege die of laughter (head cannons) pt. 1
Featuring: SAS, GIGN, and the Spetsnaz
SAS
Mute:
Just a fit of giggles because he doesn't want to be loud, but eventually he will snort by accident and then he will go into a full rage of laughter to the point he is almost on the ground.
Sledge:
Classic dad laugh. You won't realize he is laughing until he is red in the face and is bouncing up and down from trying to contian his laughter. But will very quickly go into a full on wheezing and crying type of laughter. Has one of the most wholesome laughs you will hear.
Smoke:
He wont even start off giggling, he will burst out laughing before anything and will quickly escalate into tears and is laughing to the point all he can do is slam his hands on the table and move from side to side.
Thatcher:
Wont laugh until something else really funny happens after the joke, like someone snorting really loud, then will immediately go into a laughing fit. He is the type to toss himself around like he's on a roller coaster and hitting his hand on something, whether it's a person or a table. He tries his best not to laugh around his peers but everyone needs a good laugh.
GIGN
Lion:
Doesn't care about holding his laughter back, if something is funny, it's funny. He will probably add onto the joke but after breaking, he is on the floor holding his face laughing and when he starts laughing, it is close to impossible to get him to stop laughing. Even when you try to stop him, you will end up making him laugh even harder.
Rook:
He will probably try to settle everyone down before breaking himself. Doesnt "laugh" per se, he has the type of laugh that sounds more like gasping for air and he often wheezes while trying to regain control over his lungs.
Monty:
A lot like Rook but he chuckles and giggles more than anything, but at some point, he will break into a deep almost maniacal laugh and holds his temple with two fingers.
Doc:
He has a 50/50 type of laughter. He either has light giggles and can keep his composure, but if something really tickles his funny bone, he is on the floor flailing around like a fish out of water while kicking and screaming in thunderous laughter.
Twitch:
She has the type of Jenna Marbles laugh, to where she either has a very composed laugh or very high pitched laugh screaming type of laughter and she is attempting to speak but all you hear are high pitched mumbles.
Spetsnaz
In all honesty they are all the same when they laugh. They are the type to kick and slam stuff around, and normally one will try to walk away which will make the others laugh harder, but will also make the one who walked away laugh harder as well. And by the time they are all done laughing, they will not remember what they were laughing about at all. It is hard to get them all to giggle, let alone have a full on laughing fit. So to have them all together laughing so hard is a rare but wholesome sight.
Sorry for the long read! But we hope you enjoy our first head cannon post and trust me, there will be more soon!
Thank you for your time and have a good day or night where ever you are!
