Feb 16, 2025
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testing my new phone
Hello :)
Since requests are open, may I ask for a soldier!reader who gets lost all the time with some yandere!platonic demo? I just wanna hold his hand as he guides me around because only God knows how many times I spent more than half the game trying to find where the fuck I was supposed to go lol. I'm sorry if this is bad ;(
Yandere!Platonic Demo: So Soldier, ready to kick some ass?! ...Soldier? ...Y/N?!
Soldier!Reader, at the other side of the map: ...why did I just hear someone scream my name...?
This made me kick my feet and giggle like a school girl. It's been such a long time since I've written anything. I do apologize for the LONG absence. I'll be writing more in the upcoming weeks!!! I PROMISE!!!
Platonic yandere Demoman x Soldier reader
It's been a long, long day. The type of day where you find that the sun is shining just a tad too bright. Or that feeling of when your socks don't fit as their supposed to inside your boots. Too hot, too stuffy, too loud. Everytime the damned enemy scout passes by he always has a quip to say or a slur tumbles rudely past his too loud lips. Yes. One of those days.
Running past the massive boulders along the track, the enemy gunfire overhead rings loudly in your ears. Guns firing loudly, screams of agony as bones break and skin tears. A feeling of gratitude wells in your chest as you thank God you haven't run into the enemy Pyro.
"Heh, heh. Just a lil more."
*with the boisterous din overhead and now echoing behind you with each stride you take. Your voice sounds foreign, almost muffled to your ears. Medic just despises how many times you saunter to his office with a sheepish look in your eyes and a nervous spring in your step as you explain haphazardly about hearing damage. The older man now having a chart of how many times you visit his office monthly.
Slowly, you huff and puff as you come to a stop. Normally the sounds of battle would orient you and keep you grounded, keeps you alert. Heart pounding, the scenery around you looks unfamiliar. Not strangely so, but still. Its..unnerving.
"Sweet son of a....where the hell?"
Turning your head to the right, then to the left. You scan your surroundings from top to bottom. One of those tricks sniper taught you as soon as you joined the team. "Helps keep you out of respawn longer." The aussie said with a chortle. Rolling your eyes and muttering swears that even the most unsavory of sailors wouldn't utter. A snarl finds it way to your lips as you throw your helmet down with as much strength as you can muster. The sound of metal hitting loose rocks and soil makes a twanging thud that could even be heard by your damaged ears.
"Aye laddie, careful there. Wouldn't wan tae damage tha helmet name would we?"
The sound of that familiar accented voice makes you freeze. Even with the muffled quality that your ringing ears bring, you can still tell when an enemy is close. The Demoman. Not your team's Demo, as the sound of an explosion rings out in the distance...so by the process of elimination, it's the enemy Demo who's just spoken. Whirling around with a snarl on your lips, swinging your hand back to grasp your market gardner. Your hand finds nothing there as you grasp around for it blindly.
"Laddie, relax. Ye shovel ain't there, fell off the last rocket jump ye took."
Glaring at the Scotsman, you can feel how your fingers twich anxiously. Not only because your in the midst of an enemy, but also because your lost and in the midst of an enemy. Feeling the sharp pang of bile rising in the back of your throat. You cough gutterally to clear it. It sounds gross, even to you. But judging the Demo's unperturbed expression, you can gather that he's seen and heard alot worse. Idly kicking your right heel against the soil, the feeling of your misaligned sock against your foot brings you back to the present. Your voice a little scratchy breaks the silence.
"I'm lost."
"You're lost? I gathered tha as soon as me one good eye caught a glimpse of ye wanderin round back ere." The Demo says with an amused gaze as he shift his hips from one side to the other.
"I can help ye find yer way back if ye need."
The sound of the offer does seem too good to be true. But then again. Getting lost does seem to happen quite a bit for you in particular compared to everyone else on the team. It's not your fault entirely. It just a combination of all sorts of things. Namely your sense of directing being a few degrees off, and your helmet that hangs too infront of your eyes, and of course the discord of daily battles and the rotations from location to location.
"Fine...I'd..I would like your help Demo." The sound of asking, pleading the way you just did, sounds so off-putting when coming from your vocal chords. But, with the way things are currently...you need his help.
Smirking, not in a mean way. The Demo holds out his right hand in a sign of invitation to take it. Hesitantly placing your hand in his own. You can immediately feel the smoothness of his palms and the warmth that he eminates. It's not at all what you would have expected from the enemy Demo. Always so loud, rude, boisterous and overall a drunken, bomb loving dick. He is warm.
The walk back is silent, save for the cries and howls of pain in the distance that steadily grow louder the closer you two get. The Demo never once relinquishing your hand from his grip.
"Aye lad, almost there. Almost there. When we get back, I won't go blasting ye to kingdom come, an I expect ye to not go bludgeoning me to death as soon as ye can. A fair trade off. Aye?"
You can only nod in response at the man's words. Normally the drunk would be a pain in the ass. If Scout were the one showing you back to the battlegrounds...he probably wouldn't.
"Thank you Demo."
"Don't thank me laddie, I see ye all the time wandering the battle grounds. Ye get lost more easily than the others-an I can't be havin tha."
Wondering what he could possibly mean by saying that. You don't get much time to ponder as you soon feel a warm hand clasp your shoulder in a friendly pat. The noise of the grounds and the various members of each team dying and respawning soon greet your senses. The sounds- as muffled as they are, sound softer than they should be due to your hearing damage. No sooner did you take one step forward did you feel an arm holding you back. A soft, Scottish accent floating in your ears as a warm breath ghosts over the side of your face.
"I'll be watching ye, don't get lost. Aye?"
And with that, the Demo chugs along down the hill back into the noisy throng of bloodshed and screams. Leaving you, standing confused where you stand.
*****
I'm back yall
my blue moon and your red skies (10pm)
Gillian Welch and David Rawlings, "Howdy Howdy," Live at The Current (Nov. 13, 2024)
name. Megan Lorelai Danwill aliases: "Sunstrike", "The Feared Golden" (among enemies), formerly "Nemesis" in the Daimones Organisation pronouns. she/her age. ??? orient. Bisexual and polyamorous relationship status. Taken alter-wise. RP-wise she's single to almost everyone[more info under the cut] species. Demi-god.
extended introduction ! Tags #howdy howdy [asks] #alright sunshine [original posts] #loooking [reblogs] #nighttime💤 [rp end] #🌻 [alter tag]
DNI: NSFW content, Zionists, TERFS, Homophobia, Racism, Sexism, Xenophobes, Proshippers, Pedophiles and Ableists
Intresting au thus far! Curious to see what you've got in mind for the boss fights now that the turntables have turned the table. That turnes. Does this mean that NSR Tower now has the Metro Division theme treatment, or is it just the man inside that's different?
The tower will likely have more of Metro Division's theming. Even if the player/B2J might not see more than the lobby, elevator, and Neon J's office.
Tatiana's office in game has her time theming, with the floor itself being a giant clock. (And the tower itself seeming so, Professional? Elegant? Orderly in a way.)
Neon J's office would go with Metro Division's 'party all night' theme. Of course with some military aspects in there as well, at the very least in him giving orders to his soldiers during the fight with the player/B2J. The combination of fighting on a dance floor, while a navy captain barks orders along to the music.
[AU]
I'm not entirely sure whether if it's procastination, a lack of motivation, or sheer laziness but i've been really unproductive this week. Anyway i watched like maybe like hours worth of bug videos on youtube the other day so heres a cool funfact: Caterpillars identify as insects, meaning that they all have 6 legs. The first few lil ones on the front are the legs, the rest are just "stubs".
Oh and also i made this from Clown's (or Howdy's) little advertising thing:
..that's okay, right? i think it is...
(let me know if it isn't!!)
