#but BOY HOWDY does he kick my ass!
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it's SLIME TIME
#exploding slobber boxing match monster#god tier monster concept. absolutely legendary#but BOY HOWDY does he kick my ass!#i'll figure him out one day... mark my words...#monster hunter#monhun#mh#brachydios#my art <3
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howdy! "self aware pkmn masters ex team leaders" gal here, and i just wanted to say that i LOVED your additions to my post! i actually came up with a few of my own in the meantime, and i just wanted to share with ya (not a request, dw):
Ghetsis: after Old Man Plasma is done "rebelling" against your control, you start noticing that he grows.. more attached, in a way. he greets you more whenever you log into the game, and gives you a lecture on "leaving him hanging dry" if you don't log in for some time, whether it being real life stuff and whatnot. he DOES see you as some "deity" in a way, but he cannot afford the disapproval that you might give him if you don't like his offerings for you. what if you end up dropping him from your team entirely? what if you kick him from the trainer lodge? what if you forced him to fight alongside N???? oh, the pain and humiliation! and while he DOES see you as a fitting ruler for Team Plasma, he also unfortunately knows that you don't trust him for shit. and he DOES 'attempt' to be honest and not manipulative for once, but the app's code is holding him by the collar. but becoming plasma's ruler is a standing invitation, so he'll wait as long as he wants.
Giovanni: ah, gio. good ol Mr. "My Entire Team Dies To Grass And Water And Ice". he strangely became more lax and laid back after discovering his self awareness, and he grew more attached to you; mainly because you're the only person who seems to know about him more than he does about himself. oh, you just so happened to mention silver one time? well, now you got giovanni wondering if he can repair his doomed-from-the-start relationship with his son. but his interest peaks when you mention the pokemon anime, and like the Cunning Narcissistic Old Man he is, he wonders how HE is portrayed. luckily, he wasn't butchered too hard. but when you bring up jessie, james, and meowth? boy, he goes into total Angy mode. he rants about how incompetent they are, and how he allowed them to even be in the team to begin with. and he DOES get in character, which is a bit surprising for someone who just discovered his existence is a sham. and expect him to refer to himself as "Vanni" or "Gio", since he heard you call him that when you first got him and it just sorta stuck, yknow?
Maxie & Archie: just as before, Mr. Magma Man and Mr. Sea Pirate remained the same, but expect to see yourself get pulled into their dumb debates and arguments now that they consider you close enough to be a Team Magma/Aqua admin. you can just log in once and maxie will greet you at the pokecenter and be like "ah, (player). i need your opinion on something. you see, archie said that kyogre is the best legendary, but i beg to differ. im asking you because you are the only smart person i can rely on around here.." or archie just going on a 15 minute rant to you about how groudon sucks dookie and that maxie is a man child (they're still besties, dw) that needs to study the SEAS and not (in his words) "STUPID ITTY BITTY ROCKS". you're practically their closest thing to a friend, and that says a lot.
Cyrus: he gets quite curious about your world. you tell him about all the little things, from the blooming of flowers to space discoveries, and he feels like his third, nonexistent eye has been opened. he was already so focused on destroying a universe and creating one dull of emotions that he forgot to see the REAL beauty of what lies beyond. while he physically can't use palkia or dialga to do what he wanted in platinum, expect to see him go full fanboy mode over your world, your town, anything surrounding you. its almost adorable, even when he just has a -_- face the entire time. if he could be more expressive, you bet your ass he would be smiling rainbows at that point.
🥺🥺😭
These are so good
They all grow somewhat attached to you. You are the small bit of sanity they can grasp onto nowadays. Hearing you lets them relax.
Meanwhile, you get to learn about their lives, how Pasio is doing.
It’s strange. When you are offline, theres so much going ok, yet not at all. Not enough for anything major, but enough for it to seem like the place must be alive when you aren’t looking.
Even the bosses have recognized this. How odd it is.
They all grow so attached. If you end up not logging in for a while, you even start getting notifications from the app.
‘Are you there?’
‘Are you alright?’
‘What happened?’
Much to your surprise, they found out how to communicate through your notifications. They often fight who gets to even do so.
Most of them would never admit they are attached, but they all grow concerned regardless.
Archie and Maxie would probably be the only ones to openly admit they were worried. They definitely see you more as a friend, not just a potentially god like entity.
#self aware au#self aware pokemon#self aware pokemon masters#zed.talks#ask#anon#self aware bosses ♥️
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Steve Harrington is a pretty good choice in partner, but Billy is of the solid opinion that everything can be improved. And what won't be improved willingly can always be roped and dragged there kicking and screaming.
First and foremost; that godforsaken bedroom his boyfriend expects him to sleep in. Billy actually physically recoils the first time Harrington opens the door, and decides immediately if you ever want to break a man, just lock him in here.
Looking at his dad's bare asshole would invoke less of a vomit reflex than tartan on tartan. Also, whoever actually created and sold tartan wallpaper needs to be killed for the immediate greater good of humanity.
Still. The wallpaper is a longcon kinda game, so Billy turns his attention to something that can be fixed with relative swiftness.
The fire is roaring and crackling when Steve comes home from work, and his boyfriend scrunches his nose at it with a pleased, surprised smile. "Howdy, Pyro," he greets, leans over Billy's shoulder to warm his hands. Billy offers him the pack of marshmallows and, subtly, uses his heel to kick the pair of scissors further under the deck chair.
"Is that fabric?" Steve asks on his third marshmallow, leaning so close to the flames Billy has to pull him back lest he lose a brow.
"Eh, scraps I found in the garage."
Two weeks later, Steve has been rib-deep in his closet for a good half an hour before he calls out; "hey, Cake? Do you know where my green sweater is?"
Billy can't help smiling a slow, smug, sly little thing as he dries off the last dish. "Sorry, Hidalgo. No idea."
The next time, Steve brought it on himself. The faux-fur monstrosity he wears out to the movies looks like he cut up a rug made out of unfortunate roadkill and shaped it like a jacket, and honestly, Billy's just doing the Lord's work when he trips and spills a blue slushie all over it. It'll never wash out, and Harrington wisely decides the thing has lived a full life and deserves to visit the landfill of eternal rest.
The day after, Billy buys a cream colored suede jacket with sheepskin on the collar and cuffs. Presents it to Steve, pouty and apologetic, and Steve wears it for a week straight when they go out. It makes his eyes look deeper, darker. Makes the pink on his cheeks stand out a little.
Two months into dating proper, Steve wears an honest to god vest that Nancy got him for his birthday to Jonathan's college leaving party, and Billy has to do breathing exercises before getting in the car.
"You love him," he mutters, clenching and unclenching his fists. "You love him. His dick is fucking huge. You love him. He eats your ass like he's starving. You love him...."
The vest, ultimately, accidentally gets washed with a pair of jeans Billy doesn't really care about anyway, which happen to have a forgotten switchblade in the pocket, and Billy has to visibly school his expression when Steve pulls it out of the machine a half-hour later in eight different pieces.
They're three months, two jackets, three sweats, one vest and a pair of honest to god flared khakis ("they're novelty, Billy!") later, and they're laying together in their newly papered bedroom when Steve rolls over him, tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear and says;
"The guilt is eating me alive, so. How about next time you hate something I wear, you just tell me, and we can donate it to charity so you can get me something else, my conscience stays clear, and we're both happy, mm?"
Billy grins. "And inflict those crimes against humanity on other people? Damn, Long Johnson. Knew you were a secret sadist. That's kinda hot," he bites his lip and Steve laughs, squirms up close, fingers digging into Billy's hips, words hot on his ear.
"Oh, Barbie. If you wanna see sadism, I'll show you my christmas sweater collection."
I AM SCREAMING AT THESE NICKNAMES!!!!
billy is gonna queer eye steve so hard when they start dating ... he loves the rich preppy boy money he does NOT love the yuppie fashion he has to draw a line somewhere
#billys mantra every time steve does/wears something he hates being reminders that hes got a big dick and eats him out so good... real#harringrove#briana answers things
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maybe this is a bit early but, how do you feel about how t8 did your favorite characters in the story? either in the main story or their character episodes
Boy Howdy! They did my babygirl (Claudio) dirty, all things considered! In fact I will copy paste the same thing I have put elsewhere while discussing with friends. Thanks for the ask!
Claudio overall had nothing to offer. Ever since they went back on the whole kidnapping thing he just became boring generic good guy. Like we Have that. We have Lars who is meant to be the good guy with good intentions, or at least the Mishima with the purest intentions. I wanted more of the devious Claudio who does suspect things but always for a good cause. I want him to seem untrustworthy on the surface but when you dig deep down he does want the best outcome, it's just that he is willing to do things a little bit off the beaten track of the "hero" to get those outcomes. Instead he is just the most Generic Guy. It's like they saw what they wrote for him in T7 and went "never mind."
Like at this rate he could have just teamed up with Xiaoyu of his own accord rather than them saying he attempted to kidnap her and use her as bait, because he shows none of the traits that these actions would imply in the T8 story, nor in his own individualized story. He's just world's best purest exorcist. He doesn't even secretly want power. Not even a little bit.
And if the intention was to show him growing from the person he was in T7 to the person we see in T8, that's also botched. Now in any of my fics with him I have to start with a disclaimer that the Claudio I write is the one that might have had some depth from T7, not the boring plain goody-two-shoes and nothing else from T8. He had so much potential to become something aside from plain good, a hero whose morals you have to consider and re-consider. A "One life for the lives of many" type guy. This was attempted in T6 (as a friend pointed out to me!!!) but poorly. I get it, moral ambiguity is not Tekken's strong point, but they started so well with Claudio and then dropped the whole plate of food on the floor.
As for other favorites, I suppose Lars uh. Did what Lars does. I guess I don't expect much from him anymore aside from looking pretty (they hit this nail on the head, making up for his big Tekken 7 frog mouth) and being the most morally creditable Mishima. I will say they got rid of that little bit of underlying rage that they sometimes hint at,usually with just the ferociousness he fights with (which hasn't been dulled any but is basically now the only existing proof of it), something they displayed very brilliantly all those years ago when they first presented him with Tekken 6's intro. He's a force of nature, he can destroy so easily. He is relegated to sidekick for tekken 8 and none of that can really shine through.
They decided to focus his character episode on his connection to Alisa instead of I guess anything more in-depth. There's really not much to say about him, now I think about it. You could probably replace him with any protag-coded guy. Kind of sad.
A lot of characters needed a lot more love and attention than they got. Hwoarang just kind of disappeared at some point. His whole character arc has been "I have GOT to kick this guy's ass. Also I think something is Up with him does he need help??" and he shows up, goes "Whoops. Guess I lost." and then sort of appears every now and again to lend a helping hand. One step below sidekick. I actually haven't played his char episode yet so no idea if they give me anything at all for him.
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Oh Tumblr, my beloved hellsite <3
One of you lovely nonnies asked us here at Rotten Raccoons if we would be willing to introduce ourselves and we drafted up a lovely little introduction post, queued it, and then the queue ate the post. So here's attempt #2 to introduce ourselves with who we are, what we do, and which Obscura boi is our fave ❤️
Hello hello, I'm Tobi, the one behind Cirrus and Francesco's routes! I do the writing and scripting for them with occasional assistance from Violet. Is hard to choose a favorite but [redacted] does make me swoon. And admittedly I have a soft spot for my own sadistic creation, heheh
Hi, I'm Yamiochi🦝 mostly handling business, accounting side of Rotten Raccoons. My favourite is Cirrus. I can't hide the Gap Moe（ギャップ萌え）between the perfect clergyman's appearance and that personality. Besides that, silver/white hair + long hair characters are my personal favourites.
Hello! I'm Ræ! (pronounced R-eye), I'm the project planner and junior BG artist at Rotten Raccoons. All of our boys are great, aren't they? I especially adore the spunky types, so Kier makes my heart pitter patter. Also his freckles… so cute!
Howdy! I'm Mugi, the lead artist 👩🎨✨ I think most people already know, but my fave boi is Cirrus. He's beautiful, he's charming, he's... Spicy 🔥 Of course I love all of our bois in their own unique ways 💖
I'm Cajsa and I'm the music/audio person 🪗 I'm a sucker for Cirrus. I'm not sure how I feel about the hanky spanky but when he gives me that vicious smile I might just agree to anything......
And I'm Violet! I write Keir and [redacted]'s routes and finagle with the code to make the game go brrrr. I'm also the social media raccoon, so I'm technically the one writing most of the stuff you see on Twitter and Tumblr. I try not to play favourites with the boys, but also the first time I saw Francesco's design I died and went to heaven, and I love me a polite young man, and he blushes so good... Yeah.
And a little bonus: one time I asked DALL-E to draw me a vintage movie poster with six raccoons in a trenchcoat. It didn't really understand what I was asking, but honestly
this kicks ass. This is how I imagine us all the time now.
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Izo Boss Rush: The Revenge of Izo
Ishin Spoilers
This was the other raffle winner for @majimemegoro ! Sorry it ended up taking longer than expected, hopefully I won’t have to rush back and correct some things once ishin drops in a little over a week!
I skipped all the ishin events when they first happened because I was on the cusp of being able to play it and didn’t want to spoil myself (or flounder horrifically!) so I’m glad I can go back to them now (and only flounder somewhat)
Summary:
After Ryoma and Izo’s opening confrontation, Ryoma has some time to kill. Izo, on the other hand, has some people to kill.
In order to carry out a reformation of the Tosa caste system, Sakamoto Ryoma is named Party Representative, head of the Tosa Loyalist Party.
However, he is ambushed by members of the Loyalist Party, including the second in command, Okada Izo.
Ryoma was able to fend off Izo’s attack with his own sword.
He has planned to meet with Yoshida Toyo that night at Kochi Castle, however some time remains before then.
Hanpeita: ...So will you be going to Kochi Castle once it gets a bit darker, Ryoma?
Ryoma: I'm...
<flashback, as evidenced by the sepia>
Yoshida: ...Well then, Ryoma. Since you've returned to Tosa, have you had bonito tataki?
Ryoma：…No.
Yoshida: "Yoiyoi" has some good bonito. I'm not able to go, but you should go try it. (Tl note: yoiyoi is 酔い酔い, a restaurant in ishin. the name is literally like "drunken drunken" and I don't think I've seen how it'll be localized, so you just get the name spelled out as is)
Ryoma: ....I plan on wandering around a bit more. I think I'll go try the bonito that Pops recommended to me.
<he leaves>
Shop Keeper: Thank you! Please come again.
Ryoma: Haa~, that was delicious. Naturally there's no better bonito than in Tosa... hmm?
???: Ahhhh! Help me!
Ryoma: I'm pretty sure those are the men who pretended to be in the Tosa Loyalist Party... And on the other side... Okada Izo.
Fake Tosa Loyalist Party Member: F-Forgive me! We'll never impersonate the Tosa Loyalist Party again!
Izo: ...Not good enough. Die.
Fake Loyalist: A-Ahhhh!
<Ryoma steps in>
Ryoma: .....We should drop this.
Izo: You're... Sakamoto Ryoma. Making an entrance here, huh....
Ryoma: I've already told you this. If you joined the Loyalist Party because you want to kill people, you should leave.
Ryoma: You all should get out of here. ....I'll hold this guy off.
Fake Loyalist: Y-Yes sir...!
<the fake loyalist group leaves>
<Izo takes a swing at Ryoma>
Ryoma: !?
Izo: I may have lost earlier, but that was merely a single bout. ....I'll kill you this time.
Izo: If I win, I'm going to kill you and then I'll kill them.
Ryoma: ...And if I win, you'll let those men go.
Izo: ...Fine.
Izo: We'll go to the old battleground beside the river. There won't be any people there.
Ryoma: ...Okay. Let's go.
<they go, and the boss rush event happens>
Izo: Guh...
Ryoma: That's the end of that...
<he sheathes his sword>
Izo: Wait... why don't you strike me down?
Ryoma: ...I didn't join the Loyalist Party so that I could kill people. You and I are different.
<Ryoma walks off>
Izo: ....Heh. The style that would be expected of the "Party Representative". Splendidly done.
Izo: ....I will make sure you regret that. The one who will support Takechi-sensei... is me.
<he leaves, and someone else steps in>
Hanpeita: ...As expected, Ryoma won.
Hanpeita: Letting even those who attempt to kill you live, that kindness... no, it's softness.
Hanpeita: ...Yes. That's the kind of man you are.
Hanpeita: Then I suppose we have no choice but to follow our own paths... kyoudai.
<END>
Bonus time:
This one was pretty short but boy howdy does translating ishin kick my ass with all these character and place names I’m not used to. I do think it’s really funny that they just tacked another loss onto Izo’s record like this. Just for fun.
Hanpeita is Shibusawa in ishin kiwami which will....... make some things very interesting, I think.
Thank you to this youtube channel for once again supplying me with events, I owe everyone who recorded them my life
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Top 5 chapters from your fics?
This is such a neat ask, thank you anon. I've been open I'm obsessed with my own writing and reread it constantly, but what are those chapters I come back to over and over again... In no particular order -
Negotiations/No More Negotiations/Try Again (Holding It Together Ch 12, 13, and 14) - I'm not cheating, these three count as one chapter. It's like if you give a mouse a cookie - if I read Negotiations, I have to read the following two with it (side note: I am very pleased with the chapter titles of Negotiations followed by No More Negotiations). I just had so much fun writing AJ and his evil corporate speak, the fight between him and Five, Number's heroics, and, of course, Five getting sushi. I wrote the Five part relatively early on in HIT's existence, and I played with the idea of Number and time travel for months before implementing it because I loved what I had going on between Five and AJ and didn't want to scrap it - and it took me those couple months to figure out that I could have the best of all worlds with added angst thanks to the time travel. Insert here my usual plug that S2 did AJ dirty he slaps so hard as a villain.
Thoughts on Umbrellas (Searching for Good Times Ch 3) - I adore this chapter, both for the fun of world building Five's perfect, fucked up world, and for the back and forth of Allison trying to convince Five of his insane life. It was a fun puzzle to figure out, how Allison could try to use logic to break the HOb's illusion and how Five could (or couldn't) rationalize it. And then, of course, it ends with some of my favorite lines of the fic: She cannot believe she’s forgotten one other very, very important fact about Five and Delores. Five is also Delores. And she’s been focusing on the wrong half of the pair. Delicious.
It Will Be Fine (Joining Together Ch 7) - I've said it before, but this is one of my very favorite things I've ever written. A couple firsts for JT - first chapter with Amanda POV and our first view of Five through the eyes of a peer and in his own space. We get a reminder that Five is a world-class superhero, even when he's drunk off his ass, and that, underneath all his problems, he does care. We get Klaus! I adored writing the sibling dynamic between him and Five. And, over it all, that thin, thin, thin veneer that Things Are Fine that is just crumbling the longer Amanda is there. If you allow me to say so, it's very good.
Numbering Mistake (Part 1) (Joining Together Ch 20) - Can you have a superhero in a story and not have a bank robbery? Yes, but ignore that. I like the slow start to this one, and that both Sarah and Five could have been right about the situation and it's just unfortunate that Five was. Sarah finally understands how the Boy fits in to the puzzle that is Five and the Boy gets to kick some ass. Calling Five "the Boy" for that part of the chapter was a last minute edit - I liked the idea of the effect, the separation for this new side Sarah was seeing, but I was worried it would be obnoxious to read. Neat how it worked! And, of course - dear old Reggie makes his cameo. There's just something about TUA villains that are really fun to write, and Reggie is no exception. He came, he emotionally crippled his son, he left. What a man, what a chapter.
Just Our Luck (Sometimes Age Comes Alone Ch 5) - The chapter I rewrote half the fic for. The original version of the fic was allll Viktor and Five - it went from their talk about the apocalypse straight to Five fixing his age problem. Nice, still hit the same themes, but boy howdy nowhere near as impactful as it got when I thought of this fight. It gives us everything - Five and Diego Time, Sparrow Fight, Time Travel, Five Almost Killing Himself For His Family, and it better sets up for things to come to light and motivation for Five to fix his age problem. Five's panic at Diego's injuries immediately flipping to Diego's panic for Five's injuries and the siblings having to piece together what happened next chapter is so delicious. And a satisfying action sequence, if I do say so myself.
This was so fun, and took me forever to answer because of course I had to reread each chapter as I selected it. I thought for a moment of doing some honorable mention chapters, but then we'd really be here all night.
#ask for my top 5 of anything#ask game response#ficblogging#this was also me limiting myself to chaptered fics#didn't touch the one-shots#even if some of them function like chapters
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So, do you have any theory about why every time GulusGammamon appears there's a black variant digimon around? I admit this is making me super super curious and I can't stop thinking about it.
BOY HOWDY NOW AIN'T THAT THE QUESTION
Now, the thing is that right now, we have VERY LITTLE to go off of on What The Deal Is, right? Like there's near infinite possibilities to What The Deal Is, but there isn't much to indicate which option is the correct one, so like. I could theorize here for days on all the different possibilities and we wouldn't really get any closer to the truth because all we have is breadcrumbs to work off of rn
All we really do know is that:
1. There's multiple black/Virus variant Digimon (not a singular entity, this is a group of some kind)
2. They're monitoring (Gulus)Gammamon
Now we don't really know for sure if the Black Variants are following Gammamon from the shadows all the time, but between the Black Variants just manifesting out of thin air like a Final Fantasy Summon whenever Gulus appears, and them just stalking Gammamon in general (and we, the viewers, are only made aware of said stalking during Gulus' appearances), I'm more inclined to believe the latter.
(Theoretically there could be some kind of a story here where every time Gulus appears some Digimon evolve/turn into Virus variants (lowkey kinda like Meicoomon infecting Digimon in tri.) but I feel it'd be kind of repetetive as far as plots go, and I can't quite see how that would tie into the rest of the story/what GG is going for, like I don't think it'd quite fit in here. Also if this was the case I think we would've seen by now at least one Digimon (side)evolve into a Virus variant and not just them stalking Gamma from a distance)
And this leads to the next question; why is this group (united by being Black/Virus variants) stalking Gammamon?
And here is where we could theorize on the possibilities endlessly
(Sidenote I think it's pretty safe to assume that, much like Agumon and co in Psi, (Gulus)Gammamon probably had a life before the series began, was either kinda reset or maybe even died and was reborn before getting sent off to Hiro by Hokuto. Gammamon doesn't remember his past, but Gulus probably does, whatever that may have been. At least that is my assumption of what's happening with Gulus, it is still possible that Gammamon was just Born This Way and Gulus is just deeply buried Naughty Side to Gammamon (kinda like Megidramon to Tamers' Guilmon). IDK, time will tell what the case here is)
Gulus could've been a like a cult leader back in the DW, leading hoards of Black/Virus variant Digimon, some of whom have tracked him down in the Human World and are watching, waiting for his return
The opposite; these Digimon have been tasked with taking down Gammamon (Gulus or not) if Gulus became a problem, them being Black/Virus variants is either a irrelevant or maybe they're the same type to avoid any power imbalances due to differing attributes
They're not like cult followers but Gulus could maybe hold some ~daaaaark pooower~ that the Variants could want to steal for themselves to take over the world or something and they're just waiting for the right time to do so
They could've been sent by Hokuto for the same unknown reasons as why he sent Gammamon to Hiro in the first place- reasons we will not understand until Hokuto gets his ass kicked
Something to do with Uver. IDK what but. IDK is it a coincidence that the Digimon seemingly returning DigiEggs back into the DW is a Black/Virus Tailmon variant? Like maybe the other Variants are also doing mail/egg deliveries, they just didn't get cute uniforms
Yeah. There's so many possibilities. And not enough of breadcrumbs to really work with any more than this right now. I'm definitely curious to find out what's happening behind the scenes though, like I can NOT wait for some more lore/plot to drop (I'd be begging Toei for some lore but honestly I got Piemon as a whole MotW so at this point I can't ask for anything more from Toei ever again)
#Asks#Text post#Ghost Game#And here's the absolute WILDEST theory I can throw at you because my brain is just overloaded;#Digimon World exclusive Bemmon (+evos) just got added into the Reference Book all out of NOWHERE and even got Digica#DW2 had the Chaos Generals who were just Black variants of other Digimon#(WarGrey Piemon and MetalSeadramon more specifically)#(There's also Chaos Dukemon who is a Black Dukemon variant but not a member of the Generals)#Like if Bandai's happy give some love to one game-exclusive Digimon all out of the blue#Then why not yeet some other forgotten Digimon from the same game(s) into GG#(There is no way this is happening. I don't even know how they'd tie into the story)#(But I CONNECTED SOME DOTS AND IT'D BE REALLY FUNNY IF APOLLO JUST DID HIS THING RIGHT NOW)
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Hello! I'm the same anon who gushed about your fic and you responded that it enouraged you in your writer's funk (which I'm so happy it helped fuel your fire!) I just finished reading the recent chapter and boy was it worth the wait!
I mean, Killer's practically moved in at this point, and Greenie is so chill about it even giving him his own pillow, that's so precious??? And of course Killer takes full advantage cuz he's an ass, but he does it in such a charming way.
Like, I was kind of scared he might get forceful with her when she kept declining his offered ride, but you're such a talented writer and I've clearly underesstimated you, because his actions at the end were so in character and a big veer from douche to fondly exasperating. I mean, he's kinda both, but the point is it was way better and funnier than I anticipated. This boy is so attached right now, it's unreal.
Your fic lives rent free in my head, kudos again to you, hope you're doing well!
*Grabs you and tucks you into my nest for safekeeping*
HI! Hello! Did you know you own my heart Nonny???
I really love your messages they, and you, are a true delight! I'm glad you are enjoying the obnoxious trash gremlin, he really is horrible amazing isn't he? *swoons*
You know it's funny because I do also love it when Killer is written as very forceful, and dominant, and I think in certain situations he would be more so. But when I write him sometimes he just comes out much softer, and I feel like that's just a side of him he doesn't even realize he has sometimes. A side that certain situations happen to bring out of him.
Sure he could just grab our dear Reader and shortcut her anywhere he wants. But tagging along with her and annoying her means he might convince her to go along with him next time, and anyways, he still gets to hang out with her, so he wins either way. uwu
(Heheheheehehe, dominant, boy howdy just wait until the smut happens because whooooooooo.... I'm going to be having immense amounts of fun)
Anyways, thank you again for your encouraging words. I'm about 3/4ths of the way through chapter seven now at this point too, and I SUPER cannot wait to get to writing chapter eight because it's going to kick off with one of my favorite Undertale fanfic tropes! >:3c
As a thank you for your lovely comments, here is a sneak peek at chapter seven, under the cut.
'Trololo'
Your morning commute to work was anything but relaxing. Between an unexpected traffic jam, and Killer changing the music every 30 seconds like a 5-year-old with the world’s shortest attention span you were deeply regretting your decision of turning down his offer for getting teleported to work. You weathered it all pretty well you think, up until someone cut you off and break-checked you.
“haha! wow, that sucked.”
“Why yes, thank you Killer, that sucked quite a lot and nearly caused a wreck, astute observation- IF YOU TOUCH THAT SKIP BUTTON ONE MORE TIME I AM EATING YOUR FINGER BONES!”
Killer snickered but left the song. For the first time the whole drive you got to listen to a full song.
“i thought you said your commute was relaxing nurse? Not very relaxing from where i’m sitting.”
You caught that distinct shit-eating tone of voice of his when he was fucking with you, which was often, so you were starting to get used to it by now. Of course, he’s at least half of the reason for your miserable commute today, but you couldn’t blame all of it on him.
“Life’s hard and sometimes traffic happens,” you grind out. “Would be a lot easier to get through though if you didn’t keep skipping all my favorite songs.”
“life’s hard and sometimes you miss all your favorite songs. would be a lot easier if you could just skip the commute altogether,” he threw back at you smarmily.
You… did not have a response. Already you are feeling silly for having turned down his perfectly sweet offer. And why? So you wouldn't feel like you were taking advantage of him? So that you can continue to struggle all by yourself? Ok, so maybe you have a little bit of an issue asking for help from others, but why did you also have to turn it down when help was freely offered?
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Howdy there Jev! It’s the host again! Or rather I really should introduce myself! You know me as Hobie’s Host, but I also go by Rage! Usually people call me Reggie. No reason behind the name just gender be fucking flying all over the shop shsksbdjdb anyway! Gotdamn, saw the chaos and everything that happened on here a lil while ago but I hope you’re doing alright! (Also sorry I’m talking southern, I watched cowboy movies yesterday YEEEEEHAAAAWWWW)
ANYWAY ANYWAY getting off track, hope you’re doing alright and? Can you just let Peni and Pavitr get my boy under control? He keeps going on about how something doesn’t feel right, me and him both have anxiety and I keep telling him ‘it’s the spicy brain you’ll be okay’. Hobie’s more anxious than when he got one of his memories back about Peni where he couldn’t remember what happened to her
OMG RAGEEEEE HELLOOOO HIIII HII EHHEHEHEHE ITS SO NICE TO ACTUALLY FINALLY MEET YOUUUU!!!!
ALSO IM FINE!!!! Everything has calmed down since then, and where finally getting some good sleep!! YIPPEEE!!!! WAHOOO!!!!!! Also how dare you WATCH SOUTHERN MOVIES THEY SUCKKK/j
ONG?? I HAVE ANXIETY TOO da. Da spicy brain. I love that. Holy shit I'm gonna use that.
-LOVE,JEV!!!!
HOBIE!!!! Hobie, hobie, HOBIEEE!!! MY BIG BROTHER AWAWAWAWA!!!!!! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ*Bites n hugs u bites n hugs u bites n hugs u* ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ I know that anxiety sucks cause it makes!!! Your brain!!!! Do the big hurty things!!!!!! And it sucks!!!! But it's okay cause I knowwwww that cause that happens with me too!! And I am shaking you!! As best I can!!! But it's very hard because you're VERY TALL so imagine I'm climbing up you like a rabid koala!!!!໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა
But really big brother, I love you sosososoSOOOO much, more than anything or anyone in this world, and this will pass, as does everything. Life, unfortunately, sucks. Big time. And so does anxiety, but we already know that! It just hits us really hard sometimes! You just gotta kick its ass! Cause, yknow, Thats what usually calms things down! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡
Pavi isn't here right now, he's still really really drained, but I am sure that he would be screaming at you!!!!!!! Encouragingly!!!!! Because that's pavi!!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡
-Peni/Liam!
Now have some happy emoticons!!! Because I love youuu!!♡( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) *Also some silly blinkies!!! Because I love blinkies!!!*
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( ̳• · • ̳) ~ ♡ You’re purrfect ♡
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(｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。
⊂/ / ・゜
しーＪ °。+ * 。 .・゜ ゜｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ。 ﾟ。 ｡ﾟ ﾟ･｡･ﾟ
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Happy Tears
Howdy people!
How are you? I hope that you are all fine and healthy during these times.
Today I have to show you some cute drabbles of our best boys in Haikyuu!! in a quite peculiar situation.
(I got a little carried away with these drabbles. This was going to be shorter, but, you know me - you really don’t -)
Please enjoy this writing, and constructive comments are always appreciated!
Once said this, let’s get into it!
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Pairings -> gn!reader x Bokuto Kōtarō / Tendō Satori / Yamaguchi Tadashi / Lev Haiba (separately)
Warnings -> Fluff and happy tears
Synopsis -> People always associate tears and cries with sadness, grief, and worry. But how would some of our boys react to a s/o who starts crying from happiness?
Words-> 4667
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Bokuto Kōtarō
Bokuto Kōtarō is a ball of fluffiness that needs constant affection, praise, and cuddles. If he doesn’t have that, he will fall into a pit of “emo feelings”, becoming his depressed self.
For this reason, all of his past partners never lasted long enough to finally get to know the boy: he was too much to handle for people who only wanted him for his looks and popularity, leaving Akaashi to look after him and take him out of his sad seasons.
Or at least, that was until he encountered you. You were someone who was willing to pamper him through his gloomy days and encourage him to be his best version, looking behind his pretty face and the popular agenda he was used to relating to. For this reason, he vowed to care for you and make you the happiest person to ever step on the earth.
Your duty as Bokuto Kōtarō’s partner was quite easy: give him cuddles, love, and baked goods, and he will be putty in your hands, as well as the happiest boy on the earth. Being his partner was a hard job that you were delighted to have, because, in return, the lover boy made you the happiest person on this planet, giving you lots and lots of love and kisses.
For this reason, you couldn’t understand how his anterior partners couldn’t keep up with the boy. You could tell that Bokuto was the sweetest person you ever met, and he was the most beautiful human, on the inside and outside, that stole your heart and protected it with all his care.
Because of this, when you overheard some of Bokuto’s classmates talking bad about your partner, you lost all your sense of rationality and went there to kick some asses.
“Who do you think you are, talking like that about a guy who is better than you in every aspect?” You stomped towards the two guys, who stopped talking at your abrupt appearance.
Looking at you up and down, one of them continued talking. “And who are you to interrupt us?” Laughing, both of the guys shared another look. Bitches.
“If you didn’t know, I’m Bokuto’s partner by the way.” At this, both of them paled a little bit. There may be some “rumors” about the volleyball captain's partner slapping someone because they were making fun of their boyfriend’s emo-mood. Yeah, “just” rumors… Well, continuing where we were. “So if you have anything bad to say, you can put your opinions up your a-”
When you were finishing the sentence, a hand on your shoulder silenced it. Turning your head, you saw Bokuto standing next to you. His presence alone was sufficient to make the boys storm off, leaving you and your boyfriend alone.
“Hey babe.” Bokuto said gloomily. That’s when you knew that he also heard what those two guys were saying earlier.
“Bokuto!” Hugging him, you started speaking again. “Baby you don’t have to listen to anything that these boys tell about you. You know how amazing you are and how beautiful and precious you are, and how you do everything from the heart, and how yo-”
“Y/n, it doesn’t matter, really.” Bokuto undid the hug you both were sharing, and you could see behind his eyes. He was affected.
“No Bo you don’t understand, you can let them talk bad about you, you can’t-” At this point you were speed-talking, and a glimpse of tears could be seen in your gaze.
“Y/N!” Bokuto shouted when he saw that tears started falling from your eyes. “Baby, babe, pup, what happened?” Whipping the crystal tears from your cheeks, Bokuto started caressing your face and neck.
“It’s just that-” Sniffling, you launched yourself at Bokuto, who caught you between his chest and arms, with one of them in your back, and the other gripping your thigh.
“Come on pup, what happened?” Rubbing your back and giving you a little peck on the cheek, your boyfriend tried to draw out the motive of your intense crying. “Are you ill? Do you need me to take you to the nurse's office?”
“No Bo.” Trying to recompose yourself so you could speak, you gave the bicolored-haired boy a soft look, which was even softer by the redness of your face. “It’s just…” Breathing in, you explained to him what was bothering you, and why you seemed so upset with those people before. “It’s just that I can’t stand people making fun of you. You are a beautiful person who always makes other people your top priority. Why does it matter if you need more cuddles than other people? I will always be here to take care of you, because I know that you will be here to take care of me. We are a couple, and my duty as your partner is to make you happy and content. My duty is to make you feel loved.”
With this little speech, Bokuto was the one that started tearing up. Then, it was his turn to speak. “That’s why you are crying? Because some other people made me upset?”
“That’s not exactly the reason.” Smiling through your tears, you gave the captain one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen from you. “I am crying because I am so happy that you are my lover, Bo. I’m crying because I never had someone like you before, and seeing other people make fun of you made me realize that I want to protect you and make you feel the one and only in this world. Baby, I am crying because I love you so much that I didn't know how to express it, Bo. Because I love you, and I will always love you.”
When you said this, none of you said anything during what seemed an eternity. You started thinking that maybe you went a little overboard with what you have said, so you started trying to climb down his strong arms. That’s when Bokuto reareacted, and gripping you tighter, he talked again.
“I love you so much, y/n. I think you broke me because I don’t know what to say, and the only thing that comes to my mind is that I love you so, so much. Baby, I love you!” While your boyfriend was saying this, he also started crying, tearing his eyes up with salty tears, while he hid his face on your neck.
This nearly broke you too, as your love for the boy seemed to increase with his sentence. What happened next, it’s something that both of you will remember as the happiest peak of your relationship, and the moment when you realized that you were a perfect match. For this reason, you couldn’t think of anything better than to shout “I love you’s” with your boyfriend.
“BO I LOVE YOU!”
“Y/N!”
“BOKUTO!”
While you were shouting each other’s names while crying and hugging with an incredible force, you didn’t notice a certain black-haired guy who was watching you from afar. The guy’s name was Akaashi, and upon seeing the scene in front of him, he let out a long sigh. Today, he wasn’t only left to take care of a sad burrito, but of two lovers who couldn’t stop crying and bawling their eyes out. Today Akaashi was going to be a nanny, but for his two friends, he would go to the end of the world and back so they could stay safe and sound and cry without anyone getting in their way.
Tendō Satori
My my, this boy is an interesting one, and I think that he doesn’t have the recognition that he deserves.
Contrary to popular belief, I firmly believe that Tendō isn’t a yandere who will take pride in hurting you. So please stop making him like this, it isn’t his personality.
Said this, in my opinion Tendō is someone who will make “his paradise”, his pet name for you, the happiest person on earth, taking them to weird and unusual dates, but ensuring that his partner always has a smile on their face. So imagine his bewilderment when you start randomly crying on your date to the zoo.
“Come on my paradise, or we will be late to see the birds.”
“Tendō, we are running towards the zoo, we can’t possibly be late when they open in an hour!”
This conversation is the one that you have with your boyfriend Tendō Satori, while you both are running towards the zoo because he decided that today he wanted to see wild animals when in the first place, you were going to have a movie date in your house.
“What happened to Ten-Ten, my love?” The red-head then stops running, causing you to crash against his back. Thank god that he had your hand in a firm grip, because if it wasn’t, well, then you would have crashed against the cold hard floor.
“I would have called you Ten-Ten if we were walking, you know I don’t play volleyball like you!”
“And? A little adventure it’s good for everyone.”
You look into each other's eyes, and then you both start laughing with stars in your sight.
“Okay, you got me there Ten, but can we stop for a minute or two?” Running out of breath you push Tendō towards a bank in a small square, where your boyfriend sits down and pushes you on his lap. “We still have time, you know?” Caressing his face, you both kiss. When he breaks it, he starts talking again.
“I know, but, I just wanted to see the birds with you.” Putting his head on your shoulder, he lets himself relax a little bit.
“Ten-Ten, you may be able to fool your enemies in the court, but you know you can’t lie to your partner.” Tendō raises his head and looks directly into your eyes, as if trying to decipher the meaning behind those words.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I know you, babe.” As you talk, you let your hand play with his own, tracing his bandaged fingers and giving each one little kisses as you continue with your explanation. “I know the look in your eyes when you are lying to me. Maybe in the court this gaze is transformed into something indestructible, but with me, you know that I can understand each one of your glances.”
Tendō hugged your waist and gave a tiny kiss to your neck and shoulder. He always does this when he is nervous or excited about something.
“Well…” He starts talking while his eyes wander far from your form. “Maybe it’s not the birds what I want to see.”
“Then what do you want to visit, Ten? Do you want to return to my house and watch the new movie that you wanted to see with me?”
“No!” Exalted, he nearly shouted the word to you. Then, when he was a little calmer, he continued with his rambling. “What I really want to see is your smile.”
With his statement you turned your head towards his, and this time it was your turn to put your head on his shoulder. Giving him a tiny smile, you asked him with curiosity. “What does that mean, Tendō? You always see my smile when I’m with you.”
“Yeah, I know, it’s just that…” Your boyfriend stopped talking and you gave him an encouraging kiss on his head. Then, he continued. “You always make things for me, and do whatever I want, so I wanted to return you the favor.” Tendō grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers with his bandaged ones. “At the zoo for today they will put this new section with a petting zoo of sheep and llamas and alpacas, and I know how much you love these animals, so I thought I could bring you there to see your smile while petting them. You always have this sappy smile when you talk about how you would like to pet an alpaca, so I thought it would be a great idea. I was just thrilled to see you happy, so I wanted to get there as early as possible.”
“Tendō…” Saying his name with a whispering voice, you were suddenly overwhelmed with all this love. You were on the verge of crying, and your boyfriend took notice of this too.
“The idea was that horrible? You look like you're about to cry.” Putting his hand on your cheek, he continued. “Do you still want to go to the zoo? We can just get some ice cream in the park next to your house.”
With this final sentence, abruptly all hell broke loose and you started bawling and tearing your eyes out.
“Babe?! Y/n why are you crying? We don’t need to go to the zoo if you don’t want, we can-”
“No no, it’s not because of the zoo.” Sniffling, you started explaining the motives of your crying. “It’s just because I’m so happy Ten-Ten.”
Tendō looked at you weirdly, but still with worried and loving eyes. “Are you crying because you are happy?”
“I know it’s weird but, it’s just,” Making a pause to recompose yourself, you finally looked straight into his eyes. “I am so happy right now with you. Nobody ever cared that much for me, nobody loved me as you do, and I certainly never have loved someone as much as I love you.”
You grabbed his hands, and you looked into his eyes as if it was the first time that you did so. “Tendō, I love you so much. So, so much. And you remember everything that I say, and you make me so happy. Yes, I want to go to the petting area of the zoo with you. I would like it so much.”
At this, your boyfriend got your face between his hands and gave you a little smooch. “My paradise, look at me. The shine of my eyes it’s because of you, because of how happy you make me. I would do anything for you. But babe, you don’t need to cry of happiness. In that case, you should only laugh. I want you to laugh every day, okay?” Giving you another kiss, he pushed you carefully off his lap and stood up with you.
“Now, my paradise, do you want to go to the zoo, or do you prefer crying a little bit more about how much do you love me?”
Giving him a tiny shoulder punch, you grabbed his hand and started running with him again towards the zoo. Even though you cried this day, you can surely tell that it was the best day of your life.
Yamaguchi Tadashi
Yamaguchi has always been at your side.
Being childhood friends alongside Tsukishima, you found yourself falling in love with the freckled boy a little bit more every day, while having to listen to the nasty side remarks the blond boy threw at your side.
However, your friendship ended the day you decided to confess to Yamaguchi, having a tearful final full of surprises.
With the final ring of the school bell, classes finally ended and students were able to leave the school behind. Some people left towards an upcoming weekend full of adventures, and, some other people, left for a full weekend of homework. Thankfully, you were one of the lucky students who didn’t get any schoolwork, having done all your exams and having got good grades.
However, all the calmness that you could get by having a free-work weekend it’s replaced by the nervous feeling of having to confess to your childhood friend, whom you have asked if you could meet tomorrow morning.
“Why am I doing this?” You thought, “Oh right, because Tsukishima said that if I didn’t confess this weekend, he would do it for me” and believe me, it’s better if he doesn’t confess your feelings for you. He can be quite, hum, sarcastic and horrible when he wants to.
While you were lost in your thoughts, a usually nervous boy approached you with a sappy smile on his face. Can you guess who it is?
“Y/n, wait for me!” At this, you jumped a little bit and stopped walking towards the school gates. Turning your head to the voice, you encountered the love of your li-, your childhood friend.
“Yams, what are you doing here? You scared me, didn't you have practice?” Exalted you exclaimed.
“Well, we have a little break. I just wanted to confirm if tomorrow you still can meet me at the park.”
Sweating (when did you start sweating?), you answered. “Of course Yams, I will be there, you know I invited you in the first place.”
“Yeah, I know.” Yamaguchi started rubbing his neck with his right hand, and you swear that one day you are going to die of his cuteness. “And another thing before you leave, Tsukki is coming too.”
NO, No, no, no, “W-what?” if you thought you were sweating before, you haven’t seen yourself now. “Why is Tsukishima coming?”
“Well, he asked if he could come too because he said that he doesn’t want to miss something that would make him laugh a lot. I haven’t understood that part.���
That bitch. “Okay, don’t worry, we will still be together, so no problem. See you tomorrow, Yams.” I swear I can hear his stupid laugh.
“See you tomorrow y/n!” Now running towards the gym door, the boy disappeared, and you know that you never had this enormous urge of killing blondes before.
Tomorrow came earlier than expected, and you found yourself walking towards the park in slow motion. Little steps without confidence were the ones that you gave until you stopped at the large gates of the park.
“You can do this y/n, just ignore Tsukishima.” Repeating this like a mantra in your head, you advanced towards your special spot in the park, a little spot full of flowers and two swings. You always go there with Yams, and every time you end up with flower crowns made by the freckled friend.
“Look who's here already, our little shy friend y/n.” That bitch already. At least I know I have arrived in time for our meeting.
“Tsukishima.” Giving him your nastiest glare, you turn towards Yamaguchi, who is swinging in the wooden plaything. “Hello Yams! How are you?”
“It’s nice knowing that you care for me”
“Shut up Tsukishima, and go away.” Looking at him, you know that he won’t go away that easily. “Oh please lord Tsukishima, go away.” The disgusting things that I have to do for him to leave.
“Well if you insist, I’ll be right there.” And he only steps aside to the tree next to the swings. Well, this has to do.
“What's the matter, y/n?” Yams stands up and touches your arm. “Are you okay?”
Y/n please don’t mess this up. Please please don’t mess this up. Please don’t be nervous, you can do it, please-
“I LIKE YOU!”
…
“W-What?”
Congratulations y/n, you messed up. You really really messed up. And on top of it all, the blonde bitch is nearly falling from laughter. You have to solve this now.
“Okay Yams, I know that this isn’t how I should have confessed but… I really like you, since forever. You are always by my side, and you are what makes my world spin. I know that you don’t feel the same, but I-”
“I like you too, y/n.”
“What?” You look at him, and you feel like crying.
“I also like you… I have been liking you for a long time really, and, wait, are you crying?”
At this point, the pressure finally settled down, and you started sniffling, with tears running down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry Yams, I’m just, so so so happy-” Stopping to clean your face with your sleeve, you continued crying even more. “to be with you.”
“Come on, please don’t cry!” At this, Yamaguchi gives you a bear hug, and you can’t be happier.
“These are happy tears, Yams. I’m just so happy that you also like me!” And more and more tears.
“Well, then you are going to cry some more, because I’m going to be with you from now on.”
Hugging him even more, you nearly tackled him to the floor, and cried even more.
“I love you Yams!” At this, it was Yamaguchi who started crying of happiness, and the people at the park wondered why two teenagers were desperately bawling their eyes out, while looking at you with pity and some disgust.
“You both look ridiculous right now.”
“Shut up, Tsukishima!” And you remained hugging each other until the blonde boy had to separate you two because it was getting late, and lunch was going to be served in each of your homes.
Lev Haiba
With Lev Haiba you know one thing for sure: it doesn’t matter how tall you are, he will always be taller.
Said this, this statement leads to him picking you up on every opportunity that he has, super comfortable bear hugs, and, of course, piggyback rides on every walk home.
Used to be alone all your life, this new and recently acquired affection brings back some tears that you thought you left behind, but this time, the tears have another flavor in them.
Watching volleyball matches wasn’t something that you overly enjoyed, but when Lev was on the court, the matches transformed into a movie that you could spend your entire life watching. Even though the boy wasn’t the best player, and definitely wasn’t the team's ace, all the effort that he put into those matches was something that you could observe forever. Lev was an upcoming star who made some mistakes, but on the court, life seemed to disappear and the only thing that mattered was the ball in front of him, calling for his name.
And while he was on the court, the only thing that mattered to you were his vibrant eyes that shine through the dim lights of the gym and reflect all of his passion for the sport. While he was on the court, you could only view how happy volleyball made him, and how happy it made you that Lev has something he could rely on forever, that he has something that makes his big eyes enjoy the small world he was seeing.
However, the shine of his eyes disappears when he touches the ball, changing into determination and dedication, only for it to return when the ball goes to the other side of the court and makes a point. Then, it’s when Lev would look up at the grades and search for some other eyes. Then, it’s when Lev would search for your beautiful e/c eyes and send you one of his killing smiles, one of the smiles that make your heart engulf your chest, and that makes hundreds of butterflies appear in your stomach.
When Lev gets a point, you know that right after he will be always looking after your gaze, and then it will be your turn to have shiny eyes that demonstrate how proud you are of him, and how much you love the half-Russian guy.
Even though it’s during the match when you are proud of him, it’s when it finishes that you can go next to the guy and actually show him how much it meant to you.
After every game, it doesn’t matter if it’s a practice or a significant one, he will always come running to you in the gym halls, grabbing you and spinning you in an enormous bear hug. While he is sweaty and tired, that doesn’t stop him from showing you his love.
“Y/n!” He would say while grabbing your tights and making you hug his neck so you don’t fall to the floor. “Have you seen me? Have you seen that point?”
“Of course I have seen it, Lev!” You would also exclaim, excited for the Nekoma’s winning. “You were amazing, as always.”
“He could have been a little more observant of the ball, and not of you.” Then, it was Kuroo’s turn to speak, when he usually guided his team to their bus. “He is always looking at the grades after you when you come to the games. Although I can’t complain, he plays better when you are here.”
“Kuroo!” Lev was always embarrassed when his captain talked to you. It was an adorable sight that you witnessed when the taller guy put you on the floor again.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. We are going to go get something to drink at the vending machines, and in half an hour we will be on the bus. If you are not there, we will leave without you.” The black-haired guy threatening your Lev was also a daily occurrence, but he never would leave without the half-Japanese teammate. Or at least, that’s what you two like to think.
“I won’t entertain him a lot Kuroo, don’t worry.” In the end, it was you who put a dot on the conversation, and while the team was going to eat something, Lev was busy talking to you. He preferred talking to you, and that made your heart beat faster each time.
“I know I’m sweaty, but, can I hold you again?”
While starting to blush, you respond. “Of course Lev, always.”
On every after-match you both have this conversation. The Russian asks if he can hold you again, and, who are you to deny that? Then, he goes to the nearest bank and sits with you, while hugging you even more.
“I was thinking about you while making the point. You always inspire me to do my best.”
After a game, Lev transforms into a big teddy bear. He’s tired, and he only wants you to cuddle him before going back to Nekoma’s gym. To make this cuddling session even more comfortable, he gives you his spare team jacket. A red coat that envelops you completely, drowning you in his cologne and his warmth.
“I know Lev. You always dedicate all of your points to me.”
“But this one was more special!”
“Oh yes? And why was this one more special?” You asked intrigued. This was a new conversation that he never mentioned before.
“Well, this one is special because I was thinking…” The boy stops mid-sentence, and you urge him to continue.
“You can tell me, Lev. I won’t tell anyone.”
“This one’s special because I was thinking about how much I love you.” Speechless, you let him continue. “I love you so much y/n. You make me better.” At this, the boy hides his face in your neck.
“Lev…” Hugging him even more, you finally answer the unspoken question that was lingering in the air with a breaking voice. “I love you too.”
“Really!” Separating his face from your neck, he notices something that worries him. “Wait, are you crying? Why are you crying? You just said that you love me… It was a joke?”
“No Lev, it wasn’t a joke.” Sniffling and letting even more tears fall down your cheeks onto his shirt, you continue. “I’m just so happy that you love me, Lev. I’m so happy because I also love you, and I have been dying to tell you this for a really long time.”
“If you are happy you shouldn’t be crying.” When he said this, he approached you and put his hands on your damped cheeks. “If anything, you should be laughing.” Finally, Lev put his lips on top of yours, and you two shared your first kiss.
It was a kiss full of tears, but you couldn’t have asked for a better first kiss when your Lev was the one kissing you and filling you up with an unspoken happiness, that would make you both the two luckiest people in this world.
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If you liked this, please look for my other works!
Kageyama x female!reader x Oikawa angst!
A fluffy bad day (Fluff drabble with Kenma & Hinata)
Tall girls love short boys most (Fluff imagine with Nishinoya)
I’m not a usual writer, but if someone wants to send a request and give inspiration, feel free to do it! My asks are always open!
Thank you so much for reading!
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I have been told I talk about Eli too much so here's what I did yesterday with minimal hot librarian involvement:
When I woke up it was already hot as shit so I had an iced coffee instead of a hot one and shared a cigarette with the neighbor. I've been trying to re-kick the habit by leaving my Endo-Day pack at his house, on his porch, because if I brought them home I'd smoke them all in a day and then go feral when I ran out. I like this neighbor a lot aside from him agreeing to be the smoke miser and I also like his dog and am not as annoyed as I should be that it comes to my yard to poo quite often. She's so fluffy, I can't be mad at such a fluffy girl.
I got bored so I cooked breakfast and in the midst of going over my script for Saturday I got bored again a few hours later and cooked lunch. Do I miss being a chef? Hell naw. I think I like cooking more now that I did before it became a chore. Breakfast was chocolate gravy and biscuits by request, and lunch was an everything-bagel and lox themed frittata because deep down I'm fully a breakfast-ass bitch.
Did a lot of laundry? Cleaned the bathroom? Remembered I had a real-job-of-work thing to get done and frantically finished it and submitted my invoice? All things that happened.
Had a weird dinner. I had an idea for confited tomatoes, but wasn't really sure what to do with them...so they ended up on crispbread with goat cheese and pickled beets. We ate a whole box of Wasa, which is not hard to do but still. Eli (sorry! He lives here and I like him) apparently finds this kind of dinner to be preferable, as a certified all-day grazer.
I usually prefer to eat a shit ton and then take a nap.
At some point, we decided we needed nectarines so we walked to the grocery store just as it was getting dark. I will never tire of seeing fireflies, or all the tall trees, or all the flowers and bushes and lush green grass on the way. I've lived here a long time now, and the beauty of summer never gets old. There are nice things about the desert I left behind...but, I'll take this any day.
He takes my hand when we cross the street, and smiles down at me and boy howdy...that never gets old either. We go a little nuts in the produce department, and end up with the aforementioned nectarines but also dragonfruit, plantains, guava, and rambutan...which they haven't had for a hot minute and I'm very excited about.
He's never had them before, so I lead him across the street to a park bench and pop the box open.
"I think I can wait until we get home..." he's been very smiley today, a welcome change from the serious as fuck and stressed as shit looks we've both had on our faces lately. I've felt mine dragging my face down for days.
"Yeah, but why?"
The older I get, the more things happen that I can't control, the more I see the urgency in having rambutan in the park. We wait for so many things, the right time, the optimal conditions. What if there was never a more perfect time for this than now? When has anything technically been optimal? What if perfect does not exist?
I hold one out for him to take after removing the seed...but he doesn't take it. Instead he takes my wrist and I find out real quick why he likes to put his fingers in my mouth on occasion. I don't know what happened to my sweet and innocent giraffe, but the look in his eyes suggests THAT guy just went on hiatus.
"Would have been a shame to wait for that." I think he can read my mind maybe, because he follows that up with, "Too many streetlights, better chill out or go home."
On the way back, we line out how Storytime Guy could shed his wholesome persona and become a bad-boy actor type. It's not a persona at all, and he insists he's still not an actor but the hypotheticals are fun to play with.
"Should we go back and tank my image? I'm ready if you are." He actually stops walking and I wonder if I've ruined him enough that he'd actually bone in a public park now. He raises his eyebrow, nodding towards the direction we came from.
"Maybe next time...we've got all summer."
Sometimes I think the best thing for us would be to get into the kind of trouble here that we'd have to move away from. We've both been tangled up and stuck here for over a decade and it's just not home. If it's not yet, it never will be but it does smell like honeysuckle and firework smoke and the stars are so bright with no smog to obscure them that I can tell myself what I do everg May: maybe it's not so bad. Red was born here, I met my husband here. All good things.
"Do you ever wonder how many times we passed each other on the street, not having a clue how in love we'd be someday?"
Who says stuff like that? It seems I have not ruined him entirely.
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Hello~ I'd like Hcs dmc boys (include V) with their angel s/o ^^ But she's not a normal angel, she's an 'Authorities angel' - those who fight with demons and wear armor, ya know 😗 tks
Howdy Partner,
Here’s your request. If you adore angels in DMC content I am writing an angel! reader/Dante/Vergil series. It’s on my AO3 @rodeoqueen under “The Angel With A Shotgun” and I will be posting stories of that here as well.
Yours,
Rodeo
Dante
He will call you nicknames based on your angelic status. Like “Angel,” “Angel-Face.”
So many references to you falling out of heaven.
“Did you fall out of Heaven?”
“Are you calling me Satan??”
He thinks it’s so cool that you’re not the typical cherub a lot of people generalize angels as. He’s glad you can protect yourself and kick ass with him.
A lot of dates involve sparring with him. He wants to see those angelic weapons and armor, he thinks it’s so cool and interesting to learn about different weapons. He will try to use yours.
Please, step on him. Kick his ass and he’ll ask for your angelic hand in marriage.
If you have wings, he’s gonna have so much fun with that. He’s always messing with your wings and wants to see them. On the softer side, he’d love to cuddle your wings at night.
He’ll adore you if you are an authorities-angel. It’s a perfect match with his devilish nature.
During Halloween, he makes you dress up with a dinky halo and him the pointy horns. Just let him indulge in his fantasy, he’s a simple man.
Vergil
“What is this power?”
He wants to know all about you, such as what capabilities you have as an authorities-angel. Is there a difference in the classes of angels? Are there different levels of strength? How strong are you?
After all the questions, Vergil does indeed hold an admiration for you. He was once the king of Hell, and the idea that such a powerful and authoritative entity as yourself has stood by his side, well it gives him an immense ego boost and makes him feel powerful.
He’s forever grateful you chose him. Despite your higher purpose, you lay down your weapon for him and bare your heart, all for the man who rejected his humanity, the very thing you fought for. It’s a complex relationship but it’s a dance you two do so well.
He gets curious…..
What if there was a demon/angel/human hybrid? How powerful would they be? Vergil already knows how powerful Nero is as a quarter-demon, so what if there was a hybrid?
Sparring is a must with this Sparda as well. He is a lot more formal with this activity unlike his brother, who does it for entertainment.
He thinks you are so beautiful. He watches you with a ghost of a smile on his face. You truly are an Angel to his heart.
The Dark Slayer and An Angel? Ground-breaking.
V
V is not very strong. He relies on familiars for combat and is rather fragile. You sometimes have to watch out for him and slay stray demons that may harm him. Sparring is minimal and he is not the best partner for that.
His heart flutters when you appear from above and strike your enemies down, truly his guardian angel.
One time you carried him after he was too weak and he swooned.
He reads so much angel-inspired poetry to you. He tells you that you are art all the time.
Due to your strength and divine purpose as a protector and fighter, he can feel a bit small compared to that. Please tell him otherwise.
If you have wings, V will take such good care of them. While he relaxes and reads, one hand will be caressing your feathers and massaging where your wings meet your back.
Griffon calls you “Angel” with a sarcastic tone and flaps his wings about near you.
V is quite amazed at your strength and will admire you like Vergil. He will watch you with this innate fondness and astonishment when you are in battle or sparring.
He’s forever in love with the fact that such a strong figure is willing to love and protect him without expecting anything in return. It’s one of his most intimate wants that he’s been deferred from for such a long time. He cherishes you like no other.
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Howdy Nova I wanted to invite you to gush bout whichever f/o is on your mind currently ✨🧡! They all love you so much!!
Tex @tex-treasures
Hello texie!!! How are you?
Well!!!! Thanks for the invitation, im gonna use this as an excuse to scream about my The Kane Chronicles f/os.
First up is Horus, ft: my face hc for him
1) I love the fact that hes a dense mf, he doesnt get sarcasm and its HILARIOUS.
2) even tho hes power hungry, hes still pretty chivalrous and protective of Carter even if they butt heads from time to time.
3) the fact that he uses a pigeon host and calls them "well adapted to modern civilization" and eats the left over Cheerios from khufu
Also, the possibilities of fluff with bird like stuff like ruffled feathers and making birb noises? Cute!
Fave phrase of him " my strategy is to hit the enemy until they lay unconcious, if they get up, hit them again, repeat as Many times necessary"
(The Next pictures up to amos belong to @/feesshies)
Okay, here we go, khonsu time!
I might say that all of his scenes are super funny, starting by the fact that ra calls him "moon pie" and im so close to making that my nickname for him.
1) the fact that hes got power over time, And that nut kicked his ass in setnet enough times to form 5 complete days. Its so FUCKING funny.
2)his introductory scene is fucking ominous as fuck 100/10
3) hes the rich boy aesthetic and im here for this 100%
4) that one phrase where he goes "I havent eaten a soul in...what month are we in, march?" LIKE WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!
favorite phrase" "Ha! I bet you 5 more minutes worth of moonlight that im perfectly sane!" (Hes not...)
Tatter tot (s)
1) his introductory scene in the first book. Marvelous.
2) the fact that he sends the kane kids to Elvis' house and is happy they thrashed the place
3) in the second book where Carter says "come on tot! Cant we do something for you? Like thrash Elvis' house again?!" And his answer is "tempting" DOES HE HAVE A HATE TOWARDS HIM LIKE???
4) hes the adhd mood. All the times he get distracted are so cute.
5) the fact that he knows a hieroglyph to give someone intestinal problems. I love him. AND HE USES THEM IN BATTLE TOO? ONLY MY MAN!
6) how casual he is about his own death, "oh yeah ill last for about two more days, oh would you look at that just in time for the winter solstice, ha! That cant be a coincidence!"
7) HIS EYEEESSSS. THE FACT THAT HE MAKES KILLER BBQ RIBS. HE PLAYS THE GUITAR AND IS WORKING ON THOUSANDS OF THINGS AT THE SAME TIME.
8) his dramatic build up. And hes the only god whose normal and deserves rights
Fave phrase: "khufu you are right! We arent in Memphis egypt!"
Okay. Buckle up. Here comes the big boys.
Set/evil day/the best comedic relief in book 2
1) he was the perfect antagonist for the first book.
2) the second book when he starts imitating amos??? Ugh!!! Just imagining him in that suit makes me blush!
3) hes so FUCKING funny and charming.
4) his exit in the first book is fingerguns shooting at sadie like a kid angy at his mom.
4) un book 3 when amos is kicking ass using his powers.
5) when he says to Carter "im gonna help your uncle learn the path of sett" I can imagine how it would sound and its so FUCKING badass. Only imagining it I get goosebumps.
6)he breaks 6 jars on menshinkovs Head and its so funny.
7) how whiny he gets when menshikov traps hom in the malachite jar.
8)" Come on amos! I just want to strip the skin off their faces" thats how the phrase goes. I cant remember. But AWOOOGA--
9) when Carter asks to him if they names setne after him and he just laughs.
10) the hc where him and khonsu are bffs. YES please.
11) my fave detail is that when sadie screams "i bet sett is having a laugh seeing Us try and not kill ourselves" and the book describes the air getting chilly and the floor rumbling as If someone was laughing way way underneath. Such a cool detail.
Fave phrase: "your uncle amos also has some of my qualities, im like that improvised jazz he likes so much. Order within chaos"
AMOS!!!!!
1) hes so dramatic in the first book. Ominous.
2) the fact that Carter has a picture of him playing the saxophone. Just imagining it makes me warm and fuzzy.
3) hes so gentle and suave. Sweep me off my feet.
4) the fact that he controlls sett and its like the biggest fuck you to his past trauma.
5) the fact that he becomes a fatherly figure 🥺🥺🥺🥺
6) he uses a red pinstripe suit affirming his connection to sett. Its such a fuck you moment to those that were like "HES USING SETTS MAGIC EW KILL HIM" TRY AND MESS WITH HIM NOW BITCH.
7) hes a gentle leader and I love that.
8) his character growth.
AND LOOK HOW GOOD HE LOOKS IN THE GRAPHIC NOVEL OF THE FIRST BOOK.
The foreshadowing of him being possesed by sett in the reflection of the teacup. Showing His reflection in red
How kissable he looks!!!
His fit. His suit. His gloves!!!! His hair!!!
For some reason the way the bridge of his nose is drawn it makes me want to kiss it.
The feather on his hat. Yes king
Fave phrase: I cant remember any at the top of my head!!! But he has some pretty good ones
Hes just the best honestly. Many kisses for him and the rest
They all make me feel warm and fuzzy and I love them sm!!!!!!
●Moots only ok to rb!
Thanks for the ask!!!!
#tex tag#amos tag pending#sett tag pending#horus tag pending#tot tag pending#khonsu tag pending#ask#f/o ask#ask to tag
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Howdy,
On account that I am your favorite cowboy, may I please request something special for a special someone?
“May I ask for some headcanons about "Monopoly night" for the DMC crew (or just some of them, whatever you feel most comfortable with!)?”
Take Your Time,
Rodeo
As my favorite cowboy and sister, I guess. 🤍
You know I’d die for you. lmao ugh
I love this request and the special someone requester. I hope I do this justice! Please accept my attempt at humor.
Monopoly Night
SFW: Sparda family bonding (ft. Lady)
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As with most things involving the Sparda family, they enter this situation in haphazard flourish.
It’s an hour into lazing around the adjacent sofas and chairs at Devil May Cry when Dante announces his boredom. There are no theatrics in his delivery, only the gruff exhale of a man who needs a stiff drink.
He’s tired of watching Vergil and Nero read in the hollow silence of resounding discomfort. The palpable tension and pointed aversion is stifling despite the gentle breeze through the open window.
> Ugh.
Vergil exhales a long-suffering sigh. “Entertain yourself.”
The tin static of the music blaring from Nero’s headphones punctuates the itch Dante has to disturb.
Nero’s foot bounces in idle while he turns the page. He doesn’t look up, as if he’s purposely refusing to acknowledge the room.
> He is.
Dante is forced to reconcile with the uncomfortable tension and his own exasperation as he kicks his boots up on his desk with a heavy thud, leaning back into his chair to close his eyes. All these years of longing for a family, of homesickness for a reality that isn’t his own, and this is what he’s given?
> He isn’t actually mad, of course.
He’s saved when Lady pushes open the doors, surveys the room and says, “Wow. Who died?”
An hour and a frustrating amount of digging later, Dante and Lady uncover an unopened box of Monopoly from the depths of one of Dante’s closets. As if it’s Jumanji, they handle it with care.
...until Dante slams it on the coffee table between Vergil and Nero.
Nero jolts, on his feet with his headphones off in seconds. His alarm melts into simmering anger. “C’mon! What the fu –”
While Vergil closes his book with a shadowed scowl. “What is the meaning of this?”
Lady circles the living room. She’s watching them. Dante catches the mischief gleaming in her eyes and reciprocates with a grin of his own, and as he folds his arms over his chest, Lady drops her heel against the table. Jarring and definitive. “It’s Monopoly, boys. Loser buys dinner for everyone.”
Nero caves without a fight, which Dante is both surprised by and, honestly, perhaps not at all surprised by when Nero starts to unbox the game. It’s Vergil who Dante (rightfully) assumes will decline.
“I’d prefer to finish my book. I have no inclination to play your childish games.”
What he doesn’t expect is for Nero to be the one to engage.
“Childish? Why? Because you're so fucking superior reading books in Latin?” Nero slams his palm on the coffee table, rattling the metal character pieces. “Would you just pick the damn top hat?”
There’s a long pause in which Nero and Vergil stare each other down. Lady looks between them, lips pursed, while Dante merely rolls his eyes.
Vergil folds first. With a derisive huff through his nose, he places his elbows on his knees and leans forward to retrieve the top hat.
Nero only squints as if to say, “That’s what I fucking thought you said.”
Everyone takes a seat and collects their pieces. Lady takes the boat, Dante claims the boot, Nero has the dog, and Vergil is already tapping his top hat on the table.
Lady dubs herself Queen and lays out the rules. She also acts as a referee, although she often instigates internal bickering in an effort to sabotage. Dante starts to call her out on this when she pits Nero on him – “You’re gonna let Dante buy your space?” – but Lady only smiles and winks. (“No one will ever believe you.”)
Vergil plays with strategy. He’s read the board and determined where he would like to build, although he doesn’t share and takes them by surprise when he chooses what seem to be lesser options. He’s the best equipped for victory with his methodical approach, but his money handling skills leave a lot to be desired. He overspends too quickly.
Nero plays on defense, too concerned with wasting the money he’s earned.
Roughly midway through, Vergil gets into a rant about the effects of late stage capitalism, and how this game isn’t meant to be fun, it’s meant to be disheartening. To crush spirits.
“This information is crushing my spirit,” Dante says as he, once again, hands money over to Lady.
“Nah, you’re crushed because you’re losing,” Nero answers.
The thing about Monopoly that the group either didn’t know or conveniently forgot is that it can, and often does, take hours to complete, depending on the intensity. And this game goes on for so long, Dante orders pizza and no one complains.
Dante swears he had more Monopoly money left, but Lady snatches it all from him and counts it out as they all stare.
Poor even in Monopoly, Dante loses it all to Lady who claims there’s a rule about accrued interest. He demands to see the rulebook but she tucks it into her shirt, eyes locked on his. Dante is neither brave nor rude enough to pursue further, although he does throw his head back and groan like a 42-year-old child.
With Dante bankrupt, Nero makes his way into jail for the fifth time before he stands up and says he’s had enough. Too competitive and sensing he’s on the brink of losing, he folds before he can have his ass handed to him by Vergil, who is absolutely 100% targeting him specifically.
Nero steals a slice of pizza straight from Dante’s hands as recompense. (And to distract himself from his frustration by riling up the man he looks up to for entertainment.)
Vergil and Lady continue for roughly another hour. Lady drops snide comments but Vergil refuses to take the bait, only ever offering the occasional raise of his brow or a roll of his eyes. Yet for all of his composure, Dante notices Vergil’s stack of money dwindling.
Further.
And further.
“Luck’s not on your side, Blue Twin,” Lady says as she opens her palm. “Cough it up.”
When Vergil hands over the last of it, Lady rises. She stands in front of her claimed chair, crosses her arms, and looks the picture of Rightfully Smug.
“So. Change of plans, guys,” she says when she has their attention. “You all owe me dinner. Separately. Whenever and whatever I want. Anyone have a problem with that?”
No one argues.
Lady always wins.
#devil may cry#dante#nero#vergil#lady#rodeoxqueen#all purpose writing tag#GAME NIGHT#I genuinely hope you enjoy and maybe#have a lil laugh#p.s. likes and reblogs keep me in business
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So I've been wanting to write this since 5x10, but just now got the chance. This is a look at the ending scene from Murdoc's creepy, possessive obsession with Mac, and it plays with the idea of what might have happened if Bozer hadn't done the trick with the static (sorry Boze for taking away your moment of glory, but creepy Murdoc trumps hero time). Anyway, I hope you enjoy my twist on this episode. It was fun to write. Murdoc is fun to write. What does that say about me? ;)
Title: Murdoc + MacGyver - Everyone Else | Fandom: MacGyver 2016
Summary: AU ending to 5x10. Murdoc never planned on killing MacGyver in that skyscraper. Certainly not for the likes of Andrews. Or, in which Bozer doesn't do his trick with the comms and Murdoc sends a very clear message to all of Codex that MacGyver is HIS.
Characters | Pairings: Murdoc, Mac, Andrews, Riley, Desi
Words: 2,594
TW: Murdoc being creepier than usual, I guess
AO3 Tags: Murdoc Is Obsessed with MacGyver, Obsessive Murdoc, Possessive Murdoc, Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016) Whump. Hurt Angus Macgyver (Macgyver 2016), Season/Series 05, 5x10, 5x10 au, Implied MacRiley, Manhandling, Creepy Murdoc (MacGyver TV 2016), Obsessive Behavior, TW Creepy Obsession, Diamond + Quake + Carbon + Comms + Tower, Murdoc POV
Full story here or on AO3!
It was adorable, really, Murdoc thought as he lowered the improvised cutting torch slowly, steadily, agonizingly closer to MacGyver’s bruised and bloody face, that Eric Andrews thought that Murdoc was going to go through with this. The general was a ridiculous man, the kind that Murdoc most enjoyed killing. Arrogant and pretentious,yet stupid enough to believe he could manipulate, even control, Murdoc, he was a man who would look lovely with Murdoc’s gun pressed squarely between his eyes.
Yet despite his faults, he had been useful. He’d helped Murdoc escape from the blacksite, and in return, Murdoc had vowed to help him set a trap for MacGyver. Andrews wanted to broadcast Angus’s death to the heads of a terror cell. It was his way of “interviewing” to become the head of the organization. And what would Murdoc get out of this arrangement? Other than his freedom, he would be given the opportunity to play with MacGyver before Andrews dealt the final blow.
So Murdoc used Andrews to escape the blacksite, and together they set this ingenious little trap for the genius himself. He’d used Andrews and his resources as a means of playing his newest game. He smiled and nodded when Andrews spouted his rhetoric, adjusted his plans as Andrews directed, and valiantly kept from gutting the egocentric wackadoodle – somehow – during the course of their time together. He’d almost snapped and killed the guy, once.
He hated the way that Andrews spoke about his Angus MacGyver, gloated about how cathartic it would be to see the light go out of those blue eyes. How he relished the notion of feeling MacGyver’s life sleep away, how he fantasized about wrapping his chains around that smooth, pale neck and squeezing , slowly and intimately, with all of Codex watching – after Murdoc had had his fun with him, of course.
Murdoc’s profession had always allowed him to maintain a rather fluid lifestyle, and until MacGyver had come onto the scene, the killer had moved from one job to the next without distraction. He had never been one to get caught up or fixated on any one thing – as a killer, he understood the impermanence of life in a way few others could.
That is, until Angus “Boy Wonder” MacGyer. Suddenly, Murdoc had a muse, a partner in his games, a worthy opponent, his very own Sherlock to his Moriarty. And the thought of anyone – especially Andrews, that self-important crackpot who was so empty all he could do was spout the words of people who’d come before him – looking at Angus MacGyver with that kind of fire in their eyes, that kind of hatred, that dark intent, stirred something primal and angry deep within the hollow, twisted remnants of Murdoc’s soul. Even worse was hearing that obnoxious, pedantic voice boasting about all the ways he planned to hurt MacGyver, all the ways he planned to kill him in front of a live studio audience. A foregin, almost protective rush had overcome Murdoc. The things that Andrews described, the torture, the killing itself – those were things that no one except for Murdoc himself could do to Angus MacGyver.
Murdoc could have snapped and killed him, then. He almost had. The trap had been set, MacGyver would soon be on his way. Murdoc could take out Andrews in one surprise hit and wait for his BFF to arrive. They might even get some time alone together before the rest of the love triangle showed up. But he had stayed his hand. He needed Andrews to contact Codex. He had a message he needed to send.
And so he’d resisted the drumbeats of death so loud they blocked out his thoughts, and hadn’t put a bullet between Andrews’s eyes.
And now, here he was, in the moment of truth. It had been a bold move, out of character, if you will, for Murdoc to take on MacGyver in hand-to-hand combat. Normally, Murdoc avoided using brute force, not because it wasn’t fun – because, boy howdy, was it fun – but because his tools were much more precise than fists, and could cause more pain with less chance of unintended damage.
But this was a special occasion, and he allowed himself to indulge. And it was a truly delicious situation, made all the more exhilarating with the knowledge that so many people were watching him work. Not Codex – he hadn’t given a rat’s ass about Codex in that moment – but Phoenix, whom Murdoc had just manipulated and played with like a puppet master with his creepy little mannequins. He kept an eye on the girls, and chills ran down his body as he saw the fear and desperation in their eyes, the way they strained helplessly against their bonds to get to their friend who was himself completely at Murdoc’s mercy. He couldn’t see Matilda or Bozer or Taylor, but he could hear the fear in their voices when they spoke, and his mind’s eye conjured a splendid picture of their terrified eyes fixated on the screen, forced to watch as their golden boy was beaten and eventually murdered in front of them. It was glorious . Murdoc wished that moment could go on forever.
He truly had relished every hit he’d landed on MacGyver. Bless him, he tried to fight back, but he was just a spy trained in field comat. Murdoc was a killer. Just because he didn’t use his fists that much anymore, it didn’t mean he didn’t know how to. He was quick, and stronger than his lithe frame would suggest. Beneath the long-sleeved shirts and black leather jackets, lean, deadly muscles lurked like a snake in the grass, always ready to strike – and strike fast. Every kick, every hit, every punch to the face sent bolts of electricity up Murdoc’s arms. He saw the moment when MacGyver’s cheek split open, watched the blood slowly trickle down as he wound up for another hit. After about three hits directly to the face, MacGyver couldn’t hold himself up anymore and he made weak, desperate grabs for Murdoc’s jacket. Murdoc felt the tug on the fabric, relished the feeling of MacGyver needing him in that moment. When he threw MacGyver against the heavy metal support, he felt like a god.
Now here we was, with his greatest foe having literally just been under his boot. His left hand was wrapped around MacGyver’s right wrist, pinning it down, his knee pressed against the half-conscious agent’s chest to keep him in place. In his hands he held a tool that, as he had said moments ago, would be the most poetic end to MacGyver he could have concocted – finally silenced by one of his own fancy little inventions. For a moment, Murdoc was tempted to plow ahead, not to kill, but to play, to hurt , to watch the dazed fear in his muse’s eyes turn to pain and sheer terror… but he had more important things to do. Maybe he would take this toy with him when he left, and save it to use on MacGyver another day.
He leaned in close, his knee pressing harder into MacGyver’s sternum, and the boy wonder grunted in pain, gasped for breath. Murdoc leaned closer, his face inches from his prey’s, and watched MacGyver’s concussed eyes go wide at the close proximity. Murdoc noted with satisfaction that he’d really done a number on his blue-eyed buddy this time – the pupils were unequal, one dilated and the other not. Murdoc whispered in Mac’s ear, “Don’t worry, friend, I would never let a pig like Andrews kill you. I’ve got your back.” He pulled back and winked conspiratorially. Then, in one fluid motion, he dropped the torch, drew his gun, and shot Eric Andrews one, two, three times, right in his smug, ugly face. The general didn’t even have time to be surprised by the betrayal. He was already dead.
From across the room, Murdoc could hear one of the girls – probably the loud, bossy girlfriend – yelling something, but he didn’t pay attention. Instead, he gripped MacGyver by the front of his jacket, hauled him to his feet (sort of; MacGyver slumped in Murdoc’s arms, unable to stand on his own, but Murdoc had no problem with that at all), and stood there facing the drone. He could feel MacGyver trembling in pain, and it nearly sickened him that he was going to cut this meeting short. Still, once he took care of this pesky Codex visit, he could look forward to plenty more games with his adversarial soulmate in the future.
Glaring up at the camera, Murdoc gave Mac’s weak, beaten form a little shake. “See this guy?” he demanded, not waiting for an answer. In the second of dead space between his question and answer, he did notice that Desiree had stopped yelling. No one at the Phoenix was speaking. Everyone was waiting, he knew, with bated breath, to see how this would turn out. “Angus MacGyver, here, is mine. ” He felt MacGyver stir weakly in his arms, protesting Murdoc’s claim even when concussed and barely cognizant. “Hush, now, Angus,” Murdoc hissed. “I’m trying to save your life.”
To Codex, he continued, “I love a good murder as much as the next guy. Hell, more than the next guy. Way more than him, actually. So much more that I’ll kill the next guy just to scratch that itch.” He grinned his most feral grin. “But MacGyver is not on the market, you hear me? The only one who is allowed to murder him is me . Your Andrews was pathetic, a great brute who pretended at being a scholar because it made him feel important. I meant what I said earlier, fellas – and ladies – this guy is so smart. Way too smart for the likes of you. Too smart for Andrews.”
He bared his teeth, shaking MacGyver once more to emphasize his point. “Angus is my muse. He’s my dance partner in this crazy murder-tango we’ve been doing for the past few years. You thought I was being dramatic when I started reminiscing about the good old days earlier?” He paused, thought, then amended, “Okay, so I was being dramatic, but I meant. Every. Word. And it all boils down to this: The only one who’s going to end his life is me .”
A voice from the speakers, a female’s, cold and dead, offered, “Then kill him now. Perhaps we can find a place in Codex for one as ruthless as you.”
Murdoc laughed out loud, throwing his head back. His body trembled with giggles, and he heard MacGyver emit a grunt of pain at the motion. “Whoops, sorry, buddy,” he apologized giddily, then shook him a bit more, this time for fun. MacGyver stayed steadfastly quiet this time – bor -ing!
Murdoc sobered in an instant, letting every ounce of hatred, death, and chaos flood his gaze as his lips set into a thin line and he tightened his grip on MacGyver, who pushed feebly against his arms. “You really think I want to be a part of your girl scout troop? Please. Codex before Angus MacGyver happened to it, maybe. But now? You all are ridiculous, dethroned kings who scrabble hungrily for any crumb left to you in your moldering ruins. You aren’t powerful. You aren’t smart. That Leland was the only good thing you had going for you, and now he’s gone.” He all but purred his next words: “And with what, a shot to the chest? Precisely aimed, almost like a hit man had taken him out? Hmmm….”
“ You are claiming responsibility for Leland’s death?”
Murdoc shrugged. He finally, reluctantly released his grip on MacGyver, and the blonde tumbled to the floor. Murdoc watched from the corner of his eye as he immediately began to drag himself slowly, agonizingly, away from Murdoc and toward his gal pals. Murdoc rolled his eyes and clamped his boot down on MacGyver’s bruised back once more, effectively pinning him in place. Too easy. He peered into the camera again, rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, and hissed, “Believe what you want about Leland’s death. But do you really want to mess with the bastard who killed this great paragon of new wave terrorism? Not saying it was me, but damn. Whoever this guy is must be one tough cookie. And I would advise you, friends ,” – never had that word held so much derision – “to not play with his toys.” He ground his heel into MacGyver’s back a little deeper. “The TL;DR? MacGyver is off-limits. If you kill him, I kill you, ten times more slowly and painfully than I plan to kill him. Got it?”
Without giving the council a chance to respond, he raised his gun and shot the drone out of the air. He tossed the gun aside, sighed, and stepped off of a weakly moving MacGyver. He grabbed the genius under the armpits and dragged him to the opposite side of the room from the girls. Producing another zip tie, Murdoc secured MacGyver to the nearest piece of equipment and stood back to observe his handiwork. Paying no mind to the sorry state he was in, Angus was already stubbornly pulling himself up to a sitting position, bloody face set in pain and determination. “You,” he panted, lifting his eyes up to meet Murdoc’s, “are insane.”
Murdoc laughed. “I thought we’d already established that long ago, dear.”
“Don’t call me,” MacGyver wheezed, “dear. Despite your… delusions, I do not … belong to you. Or to anybody.”
“Expect maybe Miss Davis?” Murdoc mocked. “And please , Angus. Can’t you see that I was just putting on a show for the ‘evil Zoom meeting’?” He hadn’t been, and he could tell that MacGyver was seeing straight through his lie. “Look,” Murdoc said, “I hate it when we fight. How about we both take some time and pick this back up when we’ve had a little time to heal and reflect?”
Through gritted teeth, MacGyver growled, “How about you go away and never come back?”
“Tsk, tsk, Angus . That isn’t any way to treat your rescuer. But you are concussed, so I’ll let it slide. Actually, I need to motor. Now that the situation’s neutralized, the authorities will be all over this place. I really don’t fancy going back to that blacksite, so I’ll leave you here to wait for your buddies.” He bent down, patted MacGyver on the face, grinned when his adversary jerked his head away from the touch. “‘Til next time, Mac .” He made a face. “Actually, scratch that. My calling you Mac is almost as unsettling as Taylor calling Miss Davis Riles .” He heard an indigent noise from over the comm – he’d almost forgotten Phoenix was listening in, they’d been so quiet. He chuckled, relishing how fun Russ Taylor was to annoy. “Anway, I’ll see you soon, Angus.”
Murdoc removed the comm and crushed it under his boot, then backed away and sauntered from the room, whistling his slow, eerie funeral dirge, “Home on the Range.”
He knew that even while injured and concussed, MacGyver would be out of the zipties and releasing his friends before the polícia arrived. He’d then be whisked away to a hospital, and all of Phoenix would have to deal with the fallout of the secrets that had been revealed. He wondered if MacGyver would choose Desiree or Riley. In the end, though, he knew that it wouldn’t matter who MacGyver chose. He could deny it all he wanted, but in the end, there would be Murdoc.
There would always be Murdoc.
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