May I ask what are your thoughts on if the roles were reversed? Like Evil Polycule are platonic yanderes and Eli and Mantis are romantic yanderes? Like maybe Darling is around Eli or Mantis’s age or a little younger. And Big Boss or Venom just brought them back to Mother Base one day and refused to let them go.
Awe, yandere platonic evil polycule (+ silent protector) w/ teen! child soldier! darling ― Eli and Tretij pining after them.
Another child soldier fraying from the lack of stability in their life. You only knew battle. The blood that coated your hands stayed, even after it all had been long washed off. You didn't cope as well as Eli or Tretij seemed to be able to. Panic and dread seemed to fill your very being when you weren't in a fight. These people aren't your family. They'll turn on you soon enough.
Venom is disheartened. He sees darling as too weak for the soldier life. He's determined to make them stronger. This often has more of a negative effect than positive. He can't exactly handle Eli. Eli makes it hard for him to even interact with darling. He's mostly kind of there. His yandere tendencies are shown through how he exerts his power as Big Boss. Directly interacting with you may be tough, but using his army to push you closer to him is easy.
You may not even realize he's platonically obsessed with you. He never speaks and just seems to hate you. That isn't the truth. He can't properly express himself coupled with the fact his survivorship bias.
Ocelot very much spends his time reigning in the two dumbasses that won't stop taking up your time. Boss is too busy. Kaz seems incapable. Quiet is able to do it, but he doesn't trust her. He also wants to gain more of Venom's attention by protecting darling.
He's off-putting towards darling. This is mostly because he's kind. It's like watching a newborn calf stumble around and find their footing.
He remembers how it was for him growing up. He looks at darling and sees all that vulnerability. He wants to get rid of it. But you're stuck here with them so he decides to protect you instead.
He'll shield you from the worst parts of war until he deems you ready. This is the one and only thing he may gently disagree with Venom on. If you break then it'll take thrice as long to build you up to the level of skill you should be at.
Awkward Ocelot head and back pats for you.
Kazuhira seems to brush you off at first. He says he doesn't care about you, but his actions show quite the opposite. He's quick to drag you away from training and or Eli and Tretij. His own trauma has made him blind to the possible detriment of his actions. He over corrects. He doesn't want you affiliated in anything that comes along with their work.
This is no place for angels, but he can't bear to see you lose your wings.
He knows he can't keep you from these harsh realities forever. You have already witnessed many of them. It's just that the broken soldier in him just wants one person he can protect. He just wants to feel useful.
He does his best to make sure you have basic education. He also introduces you to music. It heals him, even if you sound like a dying cat at first. He also likes to fish with you. It's kind of hard given he only has one arm, but he has a special rod and the grit to do it with minimal help on your part.
Momma Quiet always has your back. I truly believe she's the best influence for child soldier darling. She's always there when she isn't trailing Venom. She's the shoulder you can lean on. She's the one you can go to if you need to be protected from anyone on base, including, especially, the evil polycule, Eli, and Tretij.
I headcanon that her symbiosis with the parasites acts as a barrier to Tretij's psychic abilities (to a certain extent, but at his age he doesn't have the skill to manipulate or read her mind). So she is the safest option.
She'll even teach you to snipe! Although, she only puts in tranquilizing bullets. Her favorite past time with you is seeing how many soldiers you can manage to knock out before the two of you get chastised by someone in the evil polycule.
Eli and Tretij aren't letting the adults parent darling in peace. Who do they [platonic yanderes] think they are? Your parents?
Eli is ready to try and blow up MotherBase. Tretij seconds that decision, really only because they find it amusing when Eli spectacularly fails.
Eli is so awkward towards darling. He doesn't know how to flirt. He doesn't know how to engage in polite conversation. He can try and convince you to turn against the adults, but other than that, what can he do?
He'll bribe one of the soldiers to get him flowers. He tries to offer them to you and feels like a stupid idiot. He's constantly ranting to Tretij about how hard this whole romance thing is.
"Ugh. I can't even get close to darling because those wankers keep stealing them away from us!"
His small army all agree with the notion that darling is Eli's. No one is flirting with darling except Eli and Tretij.
I don't even know if you can count what Tretij does as flirting. It just kind of floats by darling and makes random arm gestures. It isn't sign language. It's just Tretij flapping his arms around trying to tell some story that you can't decipher.
Its courting gifts are usually disturbing. You keep finding human teeth on your night stand. Where are they even getting those from? Scratch that. You don't want to know. You have to keep them or Tretij simply returns them to you. He'll psychically hang you upside down until you conceed into keeping them. (It could just brainwash you but bonding through coercion is much preferred on their end.)
Sometimes, no, well, rarely it'll leave you jewelry and drawings.
They're all handmade. Once again, where is he getting the craft supplies? The letter beads are even in the Russian alphabet. You're most likely going to have to ask someone to help you decode them.
The drawings vary in meaning. Some are little doodles that Tretij made when they got bored or were thinking of you. Others are MotherBase being burned down while the three of you are burned alive holding each other. Okay...? How are you supposed to take that? It seems more like a death threat than a romantic declaration.
Eli gets mad at Tretij for being so weird and sappy. Like―"obviously darling isn't going to like your shitty, creepy drawings."
Tretij just puts a hand on their chest and gives him an offended look through their mask.
Quite possibly the sweetest things they both gift you are a jacket and a gas mask. Eli demands you always wear it. It has something cheesy on it like. Tretij covers his face and gives you his gas mask to decorate for him to wear. That's the moment everyone should realize "oh, damn. this sadistic redhead that can psychically control us is madly in love with the gay British blonde and darling."
They certainly are a yandere couple that you won't be able to escape from. Not that escape would be possible without them trying to date you. You still have four other fanatical, traumatized adults who consider you their child.
hey I’m absolutely in love with your fics, they are so good! Could i request for some headcanons about how sniper wolf and Quiet would be in relationship with fem!reader?
sniper wolf & quiet x fem! reader relationship hcs
Sniper Wolf, Quiet
TAGS: Fem!reader, fluff, established relationship, small mention of drug use (diazepam) in Sniper Wolf's part, Post MGSV for Quiet, uhh that's it I think
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Sniper Wolf
Being Sniper Wolf's lover means you're gonna be VERY cherished. Expect compliments and flirtatious comments on a daily basis
Deeply cares about you. Due to that, she might come off as obsessive and a bit overbearing at times
She WILL constantly cling to you
Even with that in mind, she actually isn't the biggest fan of cuddles. She's willing to tolerate them, but only for you
If you're gone for too long, her anxiety gets the better of her and she starts getting jitters, sometimes to the point where she takes a dose of diazepam
Likes your voice. Alot. Whenever you speak, it grounds her like an anchor at sea
Gives you a lot of smooches!! Especially on the lips
Enjoys doing things together like each others makeup, or helping clean her beauty of a rifle
Really appreciates when you take interest in her wolves, especially if you help take care of them!
It doesn't matter if you're both chatter boxes or sitting in silence, as long as she gets to spend time with you, she's happy
Quiet
Quiet is the definition of 'actions speak louder than words'
It's her best way of expressing her love for you
If you seem tired that day, she'll pick up the work on your behalf. Quiet very much enjoys being helpful to you
She's an extremely observant partner (probably why she's so good at sniping)
Notices every subtle little body language you give her. She can tell when you're upset, sad, happy, all without you ever saying a word
Even though she's no longer constrainted to having to keep quiet, she still doesn't speak much
Definitely much more of a 'I speak if I have something to say' type of person
However, she'll gladly listen to you for hours on end
Quiet is physically affectionate! (But not for longer periods of time, otherwise she feels like she's suffocating)
She likes to curl next to your chest a lot and hum quietly to herself, giving you an occasional kiss on the cheek
Constantly wonders how she managed to get with the PRETTIEST girl in the world
Summary: To protect, even from a distance was a way she showed her bond.
- Nobody asked for it, and I don’t see any results for it, but it’s an idea that came.
I honestly felt saddened when I lost her in the game. I tend to use DD a lot more often and only wanted buddy points with her, but I ended up getting attached. Anyways, I thought this was nice… I mean I’m not into gals, but I seriously thought something like this was kinda cute.
Italics are a person’s thoughts. example; ’ sample.’
Word Count : 3033
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Keep You Safe
Her words were silenced, stopped as they attempted to travel out from her opened mouth. A gloved hand, large and riddled with the scent gunpowder mingled within its fibers tightly pressed over her lower jaw, causing pain to instantly come from where the holder’s thumb dug into the hollow of her cheek.
Stifled sounds of frantic plea came from her, but the ability to cry out was stripped from her with just a single motion, her words silenced by force. Her movements as well were halted, ended altogether by a scheming arm coiling itself around her midsection, pinning her.
“Shhhh,” the man who had her captured hushed her with the small noise, and at the sound being voiced to her so chillingly soft and low, the small hairs over her body stood up and tingled, her body standing stiff as ice in the iron grip. “Shh...be quiet,” he added, coming down closer to her, whispering lowly, just for her to listen to, hot breath fanning over her ear and making her wince with the sensation of his puff of exhale touching her so closely and intimately.
She felt nothing but disgust melded with fear and it caused her body to shudder, shivering with heavy quakes.
Her breath came out labored, chest heaving grandly before she exhaled through her nostrils, repeating the process over and over with the same distressed struggle. She felt tears begin to come forth, blinding her vision before two hot, thin streams of salted weep made thier way down her cheeks.
“Good,” He murmured as the hand stationed at her abdomen began to crawl up midway towards the length of her ribcage, stopping just below her breast. She felt a cold trail of grimy ick as the traveling hand moved over her clothed skin.
She felt naked already, exposed to the world as though she had a crowd of strangers swallowing up her entire image greedily with both lust and malice. She wanted to scream with denial, go on until her throat ran raw with the strength she’d use, but her voice box malfunctioned, letting nothing but whimpers escape through.
“Just like that,” He said thickly, full of delight as she did just what he had wanted.
His voice was making her legs begin to wobble, as a gut-wrenching twist knotted up her insides. She felt bile threaten to rise up and crawl up her throat, collecting there and joining her would be howls of merciful plea.
With a finger slipping through the small gap set between the buttons of her blouse, he hooked it along the inside, pulling it out with the material captured in his hold. With a swift motion the small, clear buttons popped from their places, flying in different directions and landing with small popping sounds onto the cold ground. Again the hand moved, this time aimed to touch the newly exposed skin, but halted immediately as a loud crashing sound fell behind them.
Her eyes flew wide and her heart raced with hopeful anticipation at the small window of breakout.
His grip on (f/n) faltered, and with her elbows flying back to his ribcage, she moved to dash forward. However, the function in her legs faltered, making her fall forward, causing her to land on her palms. A stinging burn let itself be known, jolting right at her wrists as well as her knees where she had scraped along the ground.
She heard him struggle, a grunt of pain emitting from the back of his throat, before he dropped down, landing face first to the ground with a loud thud. Slowly, and with a harsh swallow, she craned her neck back, afraid of just what lay beyond the darkness.
She could feel her heart racing, nearly jumping out of her chest and tearing through her body. Her hands pressed over her chest attempting to hide the sight of her near naked chest from being exposed to the world as she released shaky pants of breath, frightened beyond belief to the point she was stuck still.
She stayed motionless, planted right to the ground. Her legs felt too wobbly to move, almost as though they were filled with watery gelatin. So, even if it was all her heart desired, she couldn’t flee and instead she stayed stunned, simply staring back at the man that had fallen before her.
There was the sound of gentle clicks from booted feet touching the ground and reaching her ears. However as her eyes strained to stare at where the movement was heard, she couldn't see anything but floor and structure. But certain enough, circling her was the sound of slow steps, making their way from the dark-haired man’s body, and towards her to face her straight forth. And with her head rotating to where the steps emitted from, she began to stare with wide, expectant eyes at the spot directly in front of her.
Before her hunched over body a figure materialized, first forming the structure of muscle doused in splashes of scarlet.
Light colored skin, just barely touched by the sun covered the show of frightening red. Familiar features begin to take place over the body, ending with A somber face that glanced down at her. Soon, lovely colored eyes gleamed with vibrancy beneath the small lighting, shining like diamonds hit by a touch of sunlight as they stared down at her with a powerful intensity.
They were beautiful, and in a way almost indescribable by just a simple color to define them, because they weren't just green like pine, nor polished jade stones, they were a soft blend of both the green earth’s lively pastures and it’s azure sky.
More specifically, they were what came in between.
And just over the feminine face that wielded the lovely set of gems, were dark markings, ones she had initially believed to be seen with intimidation, as though they were something to hold with caution and fright. However, from up close, as near as she had ever been to the soundless sniper, (f/n) noted that the odd markings gracing her features were not as terrifying as she had thought them to have been in the past.
And although they did leave her winded, it wasn't out of fright nor because she was panic-stricken, because it had nothing to do with terror.
Instead, they mesmerized her with a beauty she hadn’t taken notice of until just then.
She noted that they appeared to be the dark shadows of a dragon tail butterfly spreading out its magnificent wings, fluttering through gentle breeze.
Sadly though, she had only a few moments to appreciate the strange, yet preprocessing sight because soon after, they slowly faded into nothingness, almost as though they had never marked a territory onto the woman’s face. The strange markings stayed only for a short moment, tainting the fair color of her skin with dark ink and then vanished from existence.
Her revealed savior didn't say anything and like always, she stayed silent, eerily so.
She stayed as her Known alias had implied, keeping true to the reputation of the wordless being everyone knew her as, and that was Quiet.
Quiet, both filled with beauty and tragedy, she was the absence of words, the existence of condemned sacrifice.
“Quiet…” (f/n) murmured, feeling her heavy racing heart mellow down at the sight of the woman standing before her. Her tall figure was placed at her full height as she glanced down at the defeated smaller female. And a strange feeling of sudden ease overcame (f/n), causing the quake in her body to cease, releasing the heavy heave that had been locked in her risen chest.
There were no words in exchange after the soft sound of (f/n)’s breathless address and per usual, the scantily clad woman simply continued to stare. She silently looked on, taking in the image of the startled young woman almost as she had been mystified by her as well.
In truth, she wished she could say even just a single word, just one to come closer to (f/n).
- Just one to break through the invisible barrier that separated them so mercilessly.
Because It wasn’t as though she didn't wish to say a word. In fact, there was so much she wanted to say out loud, so much she wanted to reveal to the world, but couldn't.
It was her curse, and yet also a blessing in a sense.
The silence in which she’d been forced to succumb in only made her appreciate more of the world, it made her realize that beyond just words there were other ways of expression.
There were glances, there were touches… special moments to share.
To protect, even from a distance was a way she showed her bond, just like she did with V, just as she did with (f/n), all without hesitation.
‘But even so...’ Quiet thought with ache, ‘I Would wish to address you with my voice...To call out your name...’
Quiet moved towards (f/n), minimizing the seemingly acres long distance between them which had in actuality only been a couple feet to cross.
It had been such a short space in between, but when a heart yearns, it grows sorrow filled with only minimal obstructions.
And within her chest, there was a burning ache, one that made her want to fish out her heart to stop its excruciating suffrage.
Slowly kneeling before her, placing her right knee near to the ground with her left booted foot plant down. She came down to (f/n)’s level, all while continuing to stare into (e/c) colored eyes with the same intensity as before, with the same cryptic words caught in her locked throat.
Two leather gloved hands touched both sides of the (e/c) eyed woman, running thin, clothed fingers over the roots of her (h/c) colored hair with shy gingerness. The touch almost tickled, bringing a little shiver up the previously startled woman’s spine, making her body also give a small tremor at the soft petting.
And as Quiet felt the slight movement, the action that she had begun was halted instantly, not daring to continue more with the stroke and retracted down. So, just as the nimble fingers touched the new territory, they traced back, slowly gliding down to (s/c) cheeks instead. She hadn’t intended to linger more, but with a gentle hold, Quiet cupped them both, feeling the warmth radiate from them even though the cloth coating her hands.
She knew well enough that she should have withdrawn, left without her sappy display of fore longing, but She couldn’t find a will to draw back from giving her intimacy. All in all, she couldn't muster up the strength to fight against the longing affection that had been teasingly nested within her for some time now, especially not when right when (f/n)’s (e/c) colored eyes were rendered into pools of salted sorrow.
(f/n) tugged at her heart, pulling it’s strings and playing it with masterful skill.
Touching her forehead to the other woman, Quiet closed her eyes for a few moments, letting their mingled breath be the only thing in between.
‘ Would telling you it will all be ok make you more relieved (f/n)? ‘ she wondered, receiving nothing but silence back, and it caused a ripple within her heart as a wave of helplessness came forth to wash over her.
‘I wish I could say… I wish I could (f/n), I long to….I long to reveal to you so much... But I can’t...’
She wanted to give her comfort, strip away all the worries from her beautiful (e/c) colored eyes, but she didn’t know where to start, where to begin to heal her.
But even without the words of comfort, melted shoulders moved slowly, and timidly, (f/n) leaned in towards the hold more, feeling put at ease because she was convinced that under the touch, there wasn’t anything that could come through to snatch her away.
Nothing could ever harm her again, but only if she stayed hidden under the blue dragon tail ’s gentle wings.
With her eyes growing wider with stun, Quiet’s breath hitched as (f/n) came closer.
“I’m fine,” (f/n) replied, placing her right hand over the concerned woman’s left one assuring her with the small gesture.
“It’s thanks to you,” (f/n) added peering up at the mix of blue and green through dark lashes. “ I really am fine,” she continued to assure Quiet, letting her hand fall back down to join the other as it held together her torn blouse. And with both hands now holding the shirt together, she smiled daintily, “I can’t ever thank you enough,” She said with the company of a short sniffle, trying to laugh off the remains of fright she still had left over and with hesitation Quiet let her own hands fall.
“I’m alright…” (f/n) said with growing certainty, looking towards the dark-haired sniper’s eyes, and just as she felt as though she could move forward, she remembered that she wasn't alone, that they weren't alone.
Her head, as well as her eyes moved, soon drawing down over to the larger body lying unconsciously, and just a few feet from her. His back rose and fell to indicate he was still alive, and that alone made her swallow hard.
Again, she could feel his touch ghosting over her, and her grip on her shirt tightened, knuckles turning light with the strain, her hands shaking with the force she used. But then she felt another touch grace her. The same hands that had been placed on her previously with tenderness had once again fallen over her cheeks, turning her away from his sight, drawing all the attention back onto Quiet.
‘Don’t look,’ Quiet thought with a tight frown, her thick lips pursed and eyebrows drown south. ‘Not him, he doesn’t deserve your eyes...’ She continued feeling her blood run hot, bubbling rage coursing through her veins.
He was only alive to save (f/n), to shield her eyes from the bloodshed she truly wanted to rain down,
‘I’ll sever his hands for touching you… And then his arms so he feels helpless...
I’ll take away his legs for the strain caused in yours when you tried to flee...
His vermin tongue will be cut clean for taking your words of help and plea, And finally, I'll dig a dagger through his throat, for ever trying to silence your beautiful voice.
- The beautiful voice that makes my heart race.
(F/n)... His life will be mine, just as he tried to force yours to belong to him. ’
Quiet’s soft peach lips planted over (f/n)’s forehead, feeling a tiny spark as she landed the kiss, gingerly caressing her with loving tenderness.
‘ I’ll keep you safe…’ She swore, withdrawing herself, standing up, and pulling the (e/c) eyed woman up alongside her.
‘I’ll watch over you...always (f/n), ’ She said to herself, unable to speak her words of promise, but with vowing to do so, and there wasn’t a power beyond her that could weaken the solemn oath.
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The brunette tucked a piece of dark hair behind her ear, a meaningless action done out of habit, of course, as the strong winds began to move her loose strands in a wild frenzy. Turning to the side, she set her gaze set to the floors of mother base, the place she had begun to see as a home, A home she wanted to keep safe no matter the cost.
- A place where she had come to feel there existed something within her chest still worthy of being called human.
As she left off, holding onto the Chopper's side while their departure began, she looked down to catch a familiar face, one that smiled generously with all the light in the world, outclassing the rays of the sun in her own mind.
(F/n) stood alongside the gathered soldiers, watching the chopper begin to ascend over the ground.
“Good luck!” She said out loud, waving a hand high in the air with excitement.
She cried out the words of good fortune, but was drowned out the heavy sounds of the wind. Her voice didn’t reach any of the retreating personnel, not it’s pilot, nor big boss.
It didn’t reach Quiet either, but simply seeing the sight of her lovely face no longer dulled with downheartedness was more precious than anything that could be said or heard.
“Ready for departure,” the Pequod pilot announced, and with a final look down to mother base, and more particularly, (f/n)’s sole figure, Quiet retreated inside the helicopter just before Venom closed the door to it.
Silently, she sat on her usual seat, right behind the opposite seat to the pilot.
V looked over at her, noticing the off look she sported, the one of immersed thought and far off thinking with mild interest.
He had spent enough time with her to catch certain mannerisms as well as sudden changes in her behavior and it was plainly obvious something about Quiet was starting to change. While initially, she had seemed rough cut, there were smooth edges of her to be revealed, slowly being discovered by himself and noted even by the other members of Diamond Dogs.
To him, she had no longer been the tag along stranger he had precautions with. Instead, she became his shadow, one that would move to his accordance, and sync with him.
She was his partner…
His companion ...
She suddenly looked back at him, blinking a couple of times with a tilt to her head, wondering just what was on his mind.
She had suddenly pulled herself from her own pondering and daze, now attentive to him. But with a brief nod, he dismissed her concerned questioning. He opened up his idroid, looking over the details of the new assignment, and its acquired information.
And all in all, it was just another day, all the same to him, but he wasn't quite sure that was something to be said for his female companion.
Hey! I love your fics, they are literally the best and reading them always makes my day!
If it’s not a problem could I request for fic about how mgs womem would react if they found out that fem!reader has crush on them?
mgs women finding out fem!reader has a crush
Meryl, Sniper Wolf, Rosemary, Eva, The Boss, Strangelove, Quiet
TAGS: Fem!reader, fluff, SOME angst, internalized homophobia..? (if you squint), might be OOC 😭, age gap in The Boss's part (reader is at least in her late 20s tho!), Some of these are more open ended 😓, also Rosemary's part is set before she meets Raiden!
A/N: Tbh i wasn't sure which ones to do at first, but hopefully this list is good enough! Mgs women deserve more appreciation
Enjoyy :P
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Meryl
Due to the psychotherapy she received when she joined the army, she didn't feel any sort of attraction to the opposite gender
Naturally, this would mean she, well, starts developing attraction to women
At first she tries to ignore it. Yeah sure she wasn't attracted to MEN, but that didn't mean she automatically HAD to be into women right?
Eventually though, she starts accepting it
And around the time she does, is the time when she finds out you have a crush on her
To anyone else, it was kinda obvious
You were always staring at her, jumping at any opportunity to be near her, ya know the basic signs
Meryl was pretty happy when she found out
She always found you super cool, so when she realized you liked her too, she wanted to make sure you knew she felt the same
Meryl would be the type to make the first move
Nothing crazy, just a simple asking you out on a date :))
Sniper Wolf
You were both in Foxhound, while she was a sniper, you were a medic for the team
Drawn together like magnetics, you two become good friends (talking to someone who isn't a man is a nice change of pace after all)
When you're not on duty, you two spend time doing each other's makeup, hair, things that let you guys decompress
Sniper Wolf starts to notice how... comfortable you seem around her
You gaze at her longingly, you get awful close...
Either you DON'T know the concept of personal space (not like she can judge), or you have a crush on her
She figures it's the latter
One day, out of the blue while you guys are feeding the dogs, she declares
"I know you like me. And not as 'just a friend'"
You're taken back, and brace for her to start rambling about how she didn't feel the same, how she wasn't into women, and now it would be extremely awkward between you two and oh why did you always have to be so obvious-
-"It's okay. I like you too"
You feel the tension from your shoulders disappearing as she said that
Well, that's a relief
Rosemary
Being Rosemary's friend meant you ALWAYS had to listen to her yap
Sometimes she talks about her exes, sometimes about the state of the world. You prefer the latter
Unbeknownst to you, Rosemary notices this
She isn't as naive as she might try to make herself out to be. The way you clench your jaw whenever she mentions a past experience with a man. It wasn't like you tried to hide it
For Rosemary, she never really considered the possibility of dating a girl. It wasn't something that crossed her mind
But overtime, she starts entertaining the idea (you certainly were apart of why). She did seem to get along with women better than men afterall
One afternoon, as you two are hanging out, she asks
"Do you like me? Surely you do with the way you act around me all the time. You're in love with me aren't you?"
She goes on, gauging your reaction as she speaks
"You know, I'm not quite sure how I feel about you yet. But I guess it wouldn't hurt to... it wouldn't hurt to get together"
Eva
Even though you weren't apart of Eva's 'worklife', you were one of her few friends
You were very dear to her, as she was to you. Granted, maybe in a slightly different way than she first thought
Eva can quickly differentiate when someone likes her platonically, and when someone likes her romantically. Man or women
Overtime, she sees your feelings shift, and she would be lying if she didn't feel them shifting with you
She notices how you were always so caring for her, and how you always seemed to remember the little things about her
Whenever you'd get gifts for her, without fail, it was always something she'd enjoy. Emerald jewelry that contrasted her bright blue eyes, pretty roses for her flower vase at home, whatever it was, it was tailored uniquely for her
All of it made her feel loved
And you deserve to feel it too, don't you?
Eva (always one to make the first move) simply ask you one day if you'd like to date, albeit it in secret. As much as she'd like to show you off, she didn't want you to get caught up with her spy life
And you glady accept :))
The Boss
You see, The Boss was your mentor
So from the get go, it felt wrong to like someone way older than you
Now, The Boss, has lived enough life to know when somebody likes her. And you certainly make it EASY to tell
The adoration in your eyes whenever she was talking to you, whenever your touch lingered while training
You make it so easy!
Even though she finds you quite beautiful, she doesn't want to make any moves on you (at first)
Her job was to teach you, not to fool around
But it hurt to just, let you yearn like that for her. Especially when she wasn't opposed to 'being together' if you will
She tries to drop hints here and there, but you seem to gloss over every one of them
So one day she just gives it to you straight
"Listen. I understand you seem to like me. A lot. But I'm your mentor. And I won't be able to entertain anything 'offical'-"
Your heart DROPS
"But... I could make an exception"
Strangelove
You worked alongside Strangelove on the Peace Walker project
She seemed cold at times, never letting emotions cloud her judgement. Expect when it came to The Boss
It was obvious to you that Strangelove was infatuated with her
You knew this, yet over time you couldn't help but fall for Strangelove
The way she spoke passionately about things like AI, her dedication to her craft. Her sliver hair that shimmered in the light, and danced with the wind
Strangelove is QUICK to pick up that you like her
Just cause she may not be the most social, doesn't mean she can't pick up on glaring obvious social cues
Once she realized you liked her, she starts giving you newfound attention (aka just her flirting with you)
OFC you get flustered by it. But, you try not to let it get to your head
Strangelove would continue to make moves on you, and you start indulging in them
But you knew, even if she didn't say it out loud, she could never feel the same attraction for you that you had for her
Because she loved the Boss, her joy that was taken from her, and she always will
Quiet
Assigned to her compartment to keep her under watch, you grew fond of the silent sniper
The ever observant Quiet, picks up on how you seem to treat her with way more kindness compared to the other guards
You often bring her gifts when no one else is looking. Plants of all kinds to decorate her chamber, books to read when she's bored (you're not even sure if she understands the language they're in, but it wouldn't hurt to try)
She thinks at first it's just how you are, and maybe it is, but it definitely is something else too she thinks
Prehaps it's admiration? No, it's more then that. It's much more amplified
Obviously, she can't verbally communicate with you, but she still tries to through other ways
Hand signs is her go to, but her expressions help too. It's nice to actually be able to convey her thoughts and feelings to someone for once
You tried your best to understand, and through trial and error you would say you actually knew what she was saying 70% of the time
Alas, as much as she likes you, she's pretty much trapped. Quiet has a mission to accomplish, even if she's begun doubting it
She doesn't know if these complicated feelings you have for her, or that she's begun to have for you, should have any place in her mind
hi I feel like I’m bombarding you with asks but the metal gear fixation is so strong I can’t help it 😭😭 I am so sorry if I’m bothering you lmao
Could you do some headcanons for the polycule with a darling that loves music?? She’s always listening to music and humming while walking around base, singing and dancing when (she thinks) she’s in private, and making mixtapes for people she likes? And if it’s not too much trouble could you include Quiet? thank you so much <3
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Metal Gear fixation for the win !!
I understand. Fixations fixate.
yandere evil polycule + silent protector w/ a darling who likes music
" Yan. PW Big Boss "
He thinks it's slightly silly. Your interest in music makes him feel nostalgic, even though he's never had much of an interest in the arts. It's something that makes you unique, at least to him. He may end up picking up a turntable to listen to some vinyls because of you.
He ends up adopting your habit of humming. It's quite soothing to him. It helps him focus while he's working. It makes him feel a little less alone.
He may put aside just a small portion of the MSF budget for 'the advancement of moral' (music).
" Yan. PW Kaz "
It's a match made in heaven.
He'll do his best to imitate the tune. He'll pull you away from your duties and try to coax you into singing for him. He dances and tries to teach you a few moves, while trying to keep his flirting on the dl. He doesn't want to get in another fist fight with BB because he's been spending too much time with you.
He'll urge to not to sing in front of others. It's a luxury. He wants to be one of the few who gets to hear you. His more logical reason for saying that is because it makes you a bigger target. If you sing by yourself, then surely your lips wouldn't mind slipping a few secrets to those you don't know well. You'll look weak. You'll look untrustworthy.
Maybe that's just his paranoia. But he can't threaten everyone you come across and keep up his charming personality at the same time.
" Yan. MGSV Venom "
He's touched by the mix tape. He carries it with him everywhere. After every mission he listens to it while in the chopper. He daydreams while doing so.
He may try to make his own. He'll ask for your help just so it can be a bonding experience.
He gets rightfully peeved if someone complains about your habit of humming or enjoying music while you are working. He'll move around the roster, whatever. If that soldier keeps complaining he can't guarantee that he won't put them in the brig or have them visited by Ocelot.
" Yan. MGSV Quiet "
She uses it as a way to communicate with you. She'll play back certain parts of songs to get her point across. There'll be a certain nodding motion she does when she comes across you humming or singing.
She puts your headphones over your ears and urges you to close your eyes when she has to kill or take someone down and you're in the vicinity. She'll tap your shoulder when she's done and turn your music player off.
She's not one for dancing. She'll just watch. It can be awkward, but that isn't her intention.
evil polycule is genius but what if Quiet was in the mix hmmm?👀
I firmly believe Quiet is the silent protector that has tense relations with the evil polycule.
I wouldn't reduce her down to merely a guard dog. She's smarter than that. She's calculating and knows exactly how you're feeling at any given moment.
She gives little indication that she is a yandere. You have to watch how she behaves. She always sticks near darling, and is prone to violence when something or someone unsavory comes into contact with them. She mostly stays in your general vicinity. You can tell she's paying attention to you because her eyes never leave you.
If you do want to do something with her then she'll happily oblige. (As long as it isn't dress-up.) She doesn't mind sitting and participating in something with you, even if she doesn't add anything to the conversation. She likes card games and making things with you. If you're into art then she'd be more than happy to be your muse. (Even though you'll never know, she's honored if she is your muse or you gift her something.)
You belonging to the evil polycule causes problems, naturally. While she may learn to tolerate and later fancy Venom, the same can't be said about Ocelot and Kaz. She doesn't let them harm you. She'll go as far as attempting to murder Ocelot and or Kaz if they attempt to torture you. This has led to her being tied down and sedated, seen as a possible liability when you are involved.
Venom is always able to calm her down to a certain extent. However, it isn't easy by any stretch of the imagination.
My, my. How the obsessiveness spreads.
The unholy trinity. The depraved middle man. And now the silent protector.
Also random but I want to do arts and crafts with Quiet soooo bad. like hey gorgeous do you want to hang out and color. would you perhaps like to make bracelets for each other. Or maybe even whittle tiny wooden sculptures together. anyways goodnight -🐆
Quiet would be very good at certain arts n' crafts because of her sniping abilities. Anything that requires hand dexterity she is instantly comfortable with.
I can see her internally grinning and being giddy if her darling gives her something they made. This is hers now. She owns it. If anybody touches any of those things that aren't you or Venom? Tranquilizer dart in them. Venom has banned her from using real bullets.
