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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Peter Parker Masterlist (MCU)

this boy is gonna have a whole post just for himself cause damn

The Spider Boy

Headcannons

Pinning

14 and 46 with Peter Parker

“Dont you love me?”

“I’ll ruin you if I ever see you talking to my love again”

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?”

Not Crushes Soul Mate

Comforting recently broken up Crush

Pretending to be a couple

Copycat trying to court Crush

Valentines Day

Yandere Copycat

Bullied S/o

Oblivious crush

S/o that loves Physical Affection

Panic attack comfort

S/o who doesnt believe in marriage

jealous cause the kissing scenes in your preforming play

Happy Birthday

Trying to get S/os parents approval

S/o with invisibility power

S/o with a bad home life

Aunt May finding out Peter kidnapped S/o

Kidnapping headcannons

Peter coming into S/os dimension via Movie

S/o who ran away/Disappeared

S/os a mermaid

starting college before him

Teenage pregnancy

Scary movie marathon

Pumpkin Carving contest

Married in LA

Zombie Apocalypse

S/o being frightened from watching horror movies alone

Post Infinity War, Ghost! Peter

First meeting, stalking, and taking pictures of Crush

S/o w/ superiority Complex

S/os the daughter of Tony Stark

Queen S/o

The type of Photos Peter will have of S/o

photoshoping himself into pictures with S/o

Manipulative S/o

“Dont say youre lonely, you have me!”

Halloween HC

“i love you, and ill do anything to prove it”

Body image issues

Yandere Crush

Dealing with another Yandere whose after you

crushs a weeb

Youtuber S/o

S/os protective best friend

Joining the side of his Villain S/o

Jealous cause S/o likes WWE

S/o whose close with their family

Touch starved S/o

“dont run away from me”+ “i need you”

Movie Star S/o

S/o who loves to be doted on

Movie Star S/o prt2

Jealous caused youre shipped with others

Being separated in classes

Jealous cause S/os spending more time with Ned

Jealous because of S/os protective, clingy Little sister

S/os parents finding out about his yandere traits

Youtuber! Peter obsessing over S/o

S/os friends trying to separate you

Someone else asks S/o to be their Valentine first

S/os father, Tony, not liking peter

Workaholic S/o

Popular S/o

Vampire S/o who feels bad for feeding

Touch starved Peter

Straight Forward S/o

S/o with a terrifying Father

Relaxing w/ you after Spiderman duties

S/o who finally escapes

Athletic S/o

Thinking your cheating

S/o who constantly loses her glasses

Druggie S/o

Childish Drunk S/o

S/o being taken advantage of

Jealous of your friendly Teacher

S/o hiding her chest

S/o Hiding behind him

Comforting Workaholic S/o

Constantly tired S/o

S/o who stalks, takes pictures, and steals peters underware

Trying to break up with Peter

Proposing to Peter

Suddenly jumping on peter for a piggy back ride

Taking a depression nap

Someon flirting with Naive S/o

Selfless Kidnapped S/o

S/os Parents disapprove of the relationship

Short S/o struggling to keep eyecontact

Fighting anyone who bullies peter

Online Crush coming to visit

pyromaniac S/o

Recharging after Finals

Villain S/o dating Peter to kill him

Stoping Server Workaholic S/o

Stopping S/o from fighting

Another yandere kidnapping S/o

S/os Suicide TW

S/o with acrylic nails

Pregnant S/o running away

Getting better score than Peter after he Tutored you

Surprised by how muscular Peter is

S/os a unknown Hero

Peter paranoid at S/os birthday party planning

Stalker S/o forgetting to turn of their cameras Flash

S/o that does archery

Voice actress + Cosplayer S/o

S/o coming to America for College

S/o on her period

S/o asking for tech help at ungodly hours

Emotionally immature affectionate S/o

Sterile S/o

Someone trying to get your pantie shot

Intimidating but sweet S/o

S/o whos chill with Peters yandere traits

Player S/o

S/o with negative affiliations

Learning Sign Language to Adopt a deaf child

Bad, corny pickup lines

College S/o bringing back gifts from their Home Land

embroidery w/ S/o

Avengers finding kidnapped S/o

Gamer Rage S/o

What kind of parent Peter is

S/o accidentally revealing their powers

S/o being harassed because of “Thin Privilege”

S/o Shuting down when kidnapped

Autistic S/o

Tourist Crush

Comforting S/o whose parents are divorcing

S/o who loves to do calligraphy

S/o who Friendzones everything

S/o hacking into Stark Industries

Gluten allergy S/o

Pissed S/o punching a whole in the wall

Starving Succubus S/o

The Purge + Hunted down

S/o whos not allowed to celebrate Halloween

S/o who is immune to Incubus Peter

Kuudere S/o + Haunted House

Overworked S/o due to parents

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world

Monster fucker S/o being disappointed she wasnt kidnapped by a Orc

Saying a Werewolf pun to Werewolf Peter

Kidnapped S/o asking for videogames

Stockholm S/o with a Crippling phobia of the outside world PRT2

Werewolf S/o

S/o that can bring dolls to life

Bad Necromancer S/o

Telepathic S/o

Demon S/o

Escaped Naga S/o

Monster S/o Attacking peter

S/o who speaks in older languages the angrier they get

S/o having a breakdown

S/o who is secretly a DJ

Going to halloween party with Dullahan S/o

Exhausted yard worker S/o

S/o not caring for their birthday anymore

Finding out S/os a harpy

Finding S/os sleeping on the streets

People Pleaser S/os friend commits suicide TW

Tsundere S/o

S/o being upset for what peter did in their dream

S/o sneaking out to go Black Friday shopping

S/o staying home for their birthday

Knowing Spidermans peter when he saves S/o

Android S/o finally showing a huge step in affectiom

S/o just moving to NY

S/o escaping to go to McDonalds

Independent Crush in a Zombie Apocalypse

Immortal S/o pranking people in brutal ways

“What if we ran away together, JK kidding… Unless?”

Crush trying to get peter and their friend together

Stalking S/o to their safety

S/o has hyphema

Darlings brothers are terrifying

S/o sneaking out to star gaze

Murdering someone S/o knows

Yandere S/o not liking Aunt May

Witch S/o giving peter a magic Romba

Artist Male S/o gifting peter a portrait of Uncle Ben

Kuundere S/os parents not supporting them

Cat girl/boy S/o

‘Dead’ s/o being found

Dotting on stressed peter

Succubus eating off of affection rather than lust

Bullied s/o fighting back

S/o who acts like a cat when they want his attention

S/os name is hard to pronounce

Yandere letters

1st generation immigrant S/o who isnt good at English

Bratty S/o

Drider

S/o has a friend thats basically their kid

S/o who forgets to eat

S/o who forgets to sleep

Joining S/o in gym

Darling with Fainting spells

S/o who forgets to take their meds

Depressed darling comfort

S/o addicted to monster energy drinks

Izuku Midoriya vs Peter Parker

S/os obsessed w/ space

Keeping naive S/o out of trouble

Male s/o that flirts alot

Motherly S/o

Hunted down by Werewolf peter

Aro S/o who loves physical affection

Pleasing

Pleasing prt2

NS FW alphabet A-Z

Sub Peter w/ Male S/o

Creampied w/ Male S/o

NS FW headcannons

Using your underwear

Jerking off in S/os bed when theyre away

Watching S/o masturbate through closet door

Omega peter convincing that hes a worthy mate. slightly NS FW

Breeding + Submissive

Breeding kink

Worked up in the middle of school

NON-CON Breeding kink

Sexually frustrated S/o

Sitting on Peters face

Indulging Male S/os dirty fantasy’s of Spiderman

Soulmate + Somnophilia

Sensory deprivation w/ Sub Peter

Somnophilia HC

Naga Peter NS FW HC

Somnophilia w/ male s/o

sending him sexy pics

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sumeru-academy · 2 years

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Graceful cliché.

synopsis: it’s probably the worst idea you’ve ever made, but you’d do it all over again if it meant being greeted with her smile every day.

character(s): naganohara yoimiya.

warning(s): n/a.

note(s): female reader, no use of y/n, written in lowercase i apologize.

mod lie’s gift for our secret dodoco event !!

⎯⎯mod kiki 🕰

the storm outside your bedroom window is not something you are unfamiliar with. downpours of inazuma have been especially vicious as of late - wrecking destruction and leaving behind remains of a forgotten reality when the unforgiving storms pass. if the almighty shogun was feeling generous, her strikes would last for only a few days, if not, it could be weeks on end before you could see the sun rise again.

you know the roll of thunder and flashes of lightning like the back of your hand. you know the rattling of the wooden window frames threatening to snap off its hinges, you know the gusts of wind strong enough to blow the flowers from your garden right up from their roots, and you know the catastrophes that'll come time the morning arrives.

inazuma's violent squalls are regular occurrences you know quite well, but this one seems far worse than any you have ever had the misfortune of experiencing thus far. crashing hail and winds so strong the branches outside struggle to cling to the trees, falling with a loud snap and cracking against the edges of your windows.

it's the first time you don't have someone there to keep you company amid the tumultuous atmosphere. three years ago, you would've kicked down your bedroom doors and sprinted headfirst into the halls following the path to your parents'. naïve and immature and too caught up in your own life to worry about everything going on around you.

all around you in the comfort of your bedsheets lay empty space and meaningless collectables passed down by the people you once called family. a small home away from the main city and the people of its kind - tucked away against a garden wall and lakeside dock, what used to be a private vacation home turned into your permanent place of residence as you took off with the family portrait you swore you would burn to ashes the moment you turned eighteen. but almost a year later and you still stand with it resting quietly on the top shelf above your long-extinguished fireplace, attracting dust over the long months and covering the faces of your immediate relatives.

when you first stumbled upon the hidden home it was abandoned and run down - tossed away and lost to the world like a pirate at sea, 'nothing worth saving,' as your one, and only neighbor had told you when you showed up with nothing more than an overstuffed backpack and a pouch full of mora, reassuring you that they did not want your money because you'd be doing most of the work anyway and it wasn't their property to sell.

back then, you thought it was the worst decision you'd ever made. but when you finally stood in front of the finished building with soiled hands and a newly bloomed garden, you don't think you've ever felt so free.

and when you wake in the morning to the faint sound of songbirds, you expect to see the irreversible damage to your flowers and overturned stones along your path. the destruction of your crops and tree branches stuck in the ridges of your rooftop, the typical outcome of intense storms - one that never failed to make your head spin and stomach churn. another day wasted to fixing the unfixable, such is the life you live now.

what you aren't expecting is the bright-faced festival girl crouched outside your front yard - picking up the pieces of scattered driftwood with two large boxes at her feet.

naganohara yoimiya is a name everyone recognizes; you'd have to be living under a rock if you didn't. strawberry blonde hair and a wardrobe that screamed summer nights and booming fireworks. it turned out to work in her favor, the pyromaniac soon made a big name in inazuma from her annual summer shows alone.

"can i help you?" you call out as you stand awkwardly in your doorway. it's windier than you anticipated but the air is cool from the freshly fallen rain, washing away the heavy atmosphere. yoimiya perks up at the sound of your voice, immediately standing up and greeting you with an enthusiastic wave - to which you reciprocate with one of your own, albeit much less dramatic than the former's.

'so you're the one who remodeled this old place!' she beams, followed immediately by, 'just thought i'd help out with the yardwork on my way.' it's difficult to keep up a conversation with her, bouncing back and forth from subject to subject that has you spinning around in circles trying to figure out where to stop and where to begin.

yoimiya has a talent for talking, and you're almost worn out by all her limitless energy. but you have nothing else to do besides clean up the messes left behind the fragments of your broken home, something you were not looking forward to doing. and so, when she eagerly claps her hands together and sadly proclaims that she must make her way to the ports to deliver her fireworks before the day is over, you waste no time offering your help.

"sorry! no can do," her arms crossed together as she adamantly denied your request, to which you'd be lying if you said you weren't the slightest bit disappointed her at her immediate rejection of your assistance. "not to say i don't trust you, or that i want your help," she clarifies, "but i can't be taking up any more of your time, plus it's not too far from here, so i can handle it on my own!"

before you have the chance to object to something else, yoimiya has already scooped up the two crates from the floor and hurriedly runs down the path once again. you're left alone on your front porch feeling more embarrassed than not. the only thing you're grateful for is the fact that no one was there to see you trip over yourself, else you actually break down and never show your face anywhere ever again.

at the very least, you hoped you would be able to see yoimiya soon again.

it seemed that someone up in celestia had been listening to your wishes, because only a few days after your prior meeting with her, yoimiya showed up at your door again wish bright eyes and an even brighter smile.

"i could tell you were disappointed when i left the other day," she laughed, "so i decided to pay you a visit again, and look! i even brought you a gift this time!" from behind her back she withdrew her hidden hands to reveal a small white pouch in the palms of her hand. with more excitement than you'd ever seen in your entire life, she nudges the bag towards you, and you take it into your own.

it's heavier than you imagined, and you almost fumble with it at the sudden weight. "this isn't. . . mora, is it?" you asked nervously, half in jest and half in genuine concern.

yoimiya laughs again, and the heat quickly rises to your face, "no, it isn't mora," she reassures you, patting your shoulder like you would an old friend, "i pick up some sweets here and there when i go to the city, thought you might enjoy them. consider it an apology for leaving so soon."

somehow, the two of you end up in your back garden - tending to the uprooted plants and torn up petals that littered the soil. how it ended up this way, you couldn't remember even if you tried. all you know is that just a few hours ago you were standing at the front door of your home, and now you were sitting with yoimiya on the wooden bench along the back paths laughing so hard that the sides of your chest hurt, and tears formed at the corners of your eyes.

when you finally come down from your fit, wiping at your face with the sleeves of your kimono, yoimiya stares at you with a soft grin. "you should smile like that more often," is all she says in the dimming daylight.

eyes closed and a warm smile, this is the calmest you've ever seen the blonde since running into her just a few days ago. orange really is her color, you think to yourself when the sun aligns itself with the horizon just right, painting the sky in hues of gold and swallowing all the scenery around it. and if your heart was beating any faster, you fear it may pop right out of your chest.

"i'll think about it," you say in turn, "just for you."

the girl jabs you playfully in the side of your arm, and you feign hurt for just a second when she does. "i'm serious!" yoimiya whines, just like a child would their parents. "you always have this weird look in your eyes. like you're nervous all the time."

"that would be because i am nervous all the time."

your words go unheard, spoken into the wells of the nearby village and buried beneath the ground for no one to hear. perhaps its better that way, with nobody breathing down your neck about who to be and how to act; no longer needing to parade behind a false smile that didn't quite reach to your eyes.

that night, naganohara yoimiya makes you a promise - and she makes you swear your heart to it, beneath the springtime sakura and dreamwood trees on the wings of a late-night songbird that carries you just far enough to reach the clouds. and when you find the top, you aren't sure if you can find it in yourself to tell her you just don't have that kind of guarantee in your life.

you almost open your mouth to protest, but the look in her golden eyes is so heartachingly raw that if there was any chance your words could shatter them, you would never forgive yourself for the end of eternity.

she looks at you with a hopeful glow and an outstretched pinky, waiting for you to take her hand and complete the gesture in turn. you have half the mind to run away a second time and start from scratch all over again. running away from your problems seemed to be a reoccurring solution in your mind; if you couldn't think of a tactical way to face them head first, then you decided you wouldn't face them at all.

but this is one problem you could not run away from, because yoimiya had shown you nothing but pure unadulterated kindness and what kind of monster would you be to reject everything she's ever given you? with no other option, you swallow the heavy lump in your throat and interlock your finger with hers.

"it's settled then!" yoimiya beams. even under the darkened sky, she still shines brighter than any star in the night. "i'll hold you to that, then. and don't forget, i have a great memory! there's not a thing i haven't forgotten in this brain of mine."

she taps the side of her head enthusiastically, and you only give her a nervous smile in response. "it's late," you say in an attempt to sway the conversation, "you probably shouldn't try traveling back at this hour, there's a small guest room you can sleep in for the night."

it seems time is not something yoimiya takes into consideration, because she immediately jumps to her feet with wide eyes and a mouth running wild with all the things she meant to do but forgot to during the daylight hours. a part of you feels guilty for having her throughout the entire day again, but it quickly turns otherwise when she falls onto the plush sheets with a satisfied sigh.

"just call out if you need anything," you tell her, "my room is just down the hall."

you close the door to your own room and immediately fall back against the wooden frame. quite the mess you've gotten yourself into - this was the last thing you expected to happen. a quick glance outside your bedroom window and your stomach begins to swirl once again. two months until the summer festival begins. two months for you to finally get your act together.

since then, yoimiya's visits have become so frequent to the point where you aren't sure if she is going to spend the night over when she steps foot into your home. you've gone past the need for knocking, you recognize the sound of her wooden geta from kilometers away. the guest room has turned into one of her own, decorated to the brim with cute objects and décor that she happened to stumble upon.

it's the happiest day of the summer, and you spend the entire morning and afternoon pacing around the floors of your bedroom - heart pounding wildly in your chest and not for any reasons that are good.

you count down the minutes, seconds, hours, until the lights show is scheduled to begin, and for a brief moment, you feel like a child again - anxious and afraid and ready to abandon everything if it meant you had the opportunity to avoid all your problems via running away and never turning back. escapism is a generous tool, but in a literal tense it is an inconvenience to everyone around you.

the night is clear for the first time in what feels like ages, not a cloud to be seen meant the chances for a sudden surge of rain was rare. but the skies of inazuma were notorious for being unpredictable, so it wasn't unusual for you to be the least bit on your guard for the night. in a worst case scenario, another storm would break out, and you would be unable to return to the home you had spent so many hours of your life rebuilding. you pray to your god that she be forgiving on just this night, and you hope that if she were going to listen to anybody, it would be from the wishes of her own citizens.

yoimiya shows up to your doorstep at the same time as she'd been for the past two weeks on end - just before the sun fully disappeared into the night. this time she came dressed in a summer yukata and her hair unlike it's usual styled updo. when you comment about how she should wear her hair down more often, she only gives you that same smile she always does and rolls her eyes.

"normally i'd watch them from just outside the city," she hums lightly, "but i have a feeling you don't want to be around there tonight." as always, yoimiya manages to read you like an open book, knowing exactly how you feel even if you hadn't explicitly said anything at all. perhaps it was a talent she picked up on after talking to so many people, maybe it was just something she was always good at. regardless, the way she could always sense your every emotion was a bit frightening. could she tell how anxious you were? how anxious you've been for the entire day?

you came to the conclusion that you would never know for certain, something you still struggled to accept even through all your years.

you think back to the promise you made her all those months ago and the tension in your stomach tightens once again. would yoimiya be disappointed in you, you wonder? did you hold up your end of the promise well enough?

in the end, your conclusion was yes, you did the best you could; and no, she would not be disappointed in you. because the only way she would be disappointed in you was if you listened to your impulsive urges and took the nearest boat ride out of inazuma. and luckily for the both of you, there was too much for you to leave behind for you to go through with any of those ideas.

the first ever firework shoots up into the sky with a blaring whistle before bursting into the brilliant colors you're familiar with. you aren't sure how to feel watching the bright lights, or rather, you aren't sure how you feel in general. it's the same as always isn't it? but what exactly does "always" feel like?

"did you enjoy the show? i had you in mind when i was planning it," yoimiya turns her head towards you. truthfully, you'd been so caught up in your own thoughts that you hadn't even noticed it was already over.

"oh, yes!" you said, maybe a little too enthusiastically, "especially the very first one."

she laughs in response "that's great, because i actually made that one specifically for you." from the sleeves of her yukata, yoimiya hands you a paper slip written boldly with the characters of your name on the front. "keep this on you, and you can see that firework whenever you want, that's a promise."

once again, the word 'promise' hangs heavy in the air, but this time for reasons different than before. summer festivals turned into sentimental emotional dumps and one last chance of exposing the childish parts of you with rigged games and bright exploding lights. yoimiya smiles at you, expecting you to take the paper from her hand. and with no other doubts in your mind, you do - holding it gently between your fingers as if it would be crushed under too much pressure.

maybe you were looking too deep into meanings where meanings don't exist, but the one thing you could say for certainty was - that if you could be there with her for every summer festival, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

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gorillalord · 1 year

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Something has been bothering me about Pyro's vision if he sees axes as lollipops flamethrowers as bubble blowers and the world as rainbows why does he attack? You don't hit winged babies with giant lollipops you hand it to them and you don't shoot babies with bubble guns you shoot the bubbles into the air so they can see the bubbles and he'd especially see them always running from him pyros reasoning never made sense even if he was oblivious of war and thinks he's frolicking in rainbow fields he'd still be an insane pyromaniac who bashes in babies skulls with lollipops while laughing and singing to himself also I get that the goggles mess with his vision but why's he so childish and immature that he falls for it and thinks theirs actually unicorns and winged babies also the way Pauline talks to pyro and the way pyro looks at the fire in the comics implies that the goggles aren't the entire reason he's so oblivious wich implies mann Co is aware of one of their mercenaries being mentally handicapped and they're intentionally exploiting it

#tf2 pyro #makes no sense

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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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Commission Piece!

Thank you very much @bepoprotectionsquad I hope you enjoy!

Izou x OC x Thatch SFW Word Count: 2,243

The fourth division was better than being stuck with the birdbrain in the first and the pyromaniac in the bad fitting shorts in the second. Eden let out a long-suffering sigh, his ears pressed flat against his head as he stared into the sky, watching as the fluffy clouds glided across the seamless sheet of blue in the sky.

Why had he joined the pirate crew? Something about them, the vibe they gave him. The sense of family and community that had been so, so prevalent in everything they did, how they didn’t even refer to their captain as such, he was ‘Pops’ and he would watch every one of his crew with such love. They were all his children.

The crinkles around his eyes, years of gazing upon his family with kindness, a fondness of a doting father. It was also the sense of adventure Eden desired, his heart longed for the sea, he’d spent too much of his life as an island dweller. He was sick of the looks his devil fruit would get him by the simple-minded folk around.

He wanted to follow in his mother’s footsteps, he wanted to see the world and bask in its light and glory. The fact that such a big-time crew had docked at his sleepy little island and popped into the bakery he’d worked, well, it just seemed like fate.

The man with the big hair had been looking for a treat for him and his pineapple-shaped friend. He’d taken a bite of one of the tarts that had been prepared that morning and the man was taken by Eden’s skill, basically offered him a job there and then. Marco, the pineapple, had been amused at his friend’s instant desire to grab the man and bring him to the Moby.

Thatch, the guy with the big hair assured his pine-Marco, that it would be alright with ‘Pops’.

Which is what led him to be on the large deck of the great ship, watching as birds flew overhead with a hum of contemplation. He had been given a week to settle in before he was put to work, which had given him time to at least look around, get used to his living space and meet various members of the crew.

Pyroman- Ace, was a pretty fun person to be around he thought, young and full of spit, sometimes a little too much energy, he preferred being around people his age, not that Ace was immature he was just a lot, and he had no idea how someone as chill as Marco could cope with the sheer wall of chatter sometimes.

Today was his first day of work as a chef on the pirate crew. He headed into the kitchen, so many bodies all moving around, some working on soup, some working on bread, and there were stations of people chopping vegetables. It was both amazing and slightly overwhelming he thought to himself as he glanced over the organised chaos, seeing the man with the pompadour pat a chef on the back and chuckle.

“This tastes great, I wouldn’t do anythin’ else to it! Perfection.” He chuckled and air-kissed with a wink.

Eden felt a flutter inside which he shook his head to, stuffing down whatever strange and emerging feeling was threatening to bubble up inside him. He watched Thatch double-take when he glanced over in his direction, heading over with a smile, this man was always smiling. He was like a ball of light wrapped in chef whites.

“I was wonderin’ when you’d be joinin’ us!” he said with a chuckle and placed a hand on Eden’s shoulder.

“Alright, I’m sure you know the drill for your kitchen. Chef whites, clean and to your measurements are in your locker,” he nodded over to the rows of little cubbies with name tags. “Hair up, paws washed…” Thatch froze his eyes widening.

“Ah, look that wasn’t a zoan comment my friend, I say that to everyone.” He looked sheepish for a moment and Eden couldn’t help but smile, knowing Thatch was the type of person that was overly zealous and could often put his foot in his mouth.

“It’s fine.”

Thatch nodded, feeling better he had been pardoned by his new catering assistant. He busied himself over at another workstation as Eden went to put on his chef whites, he thought he looked nice in them. Rolling up his sleeves before he tied his hair up into a bun.

“Well then, let’s get you to work, how about those tarts I tried at your bakery huh?”

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Weeks had passed, he wasn’t sure how many exactly, it seemed time out at sea measured differently from when your feet were planted on solid ground. The waves had their own way of time, they swayed and danced under the moon’s guidance, not governed by shadows and sun.

Either way, it had been enough time to have developed feelings for Thatch, well, it wasn’t that simple. He’d also met the stunning sharpshooter, Izou, Thatch’s partner and had fallen for them as well.

The way they both held themselves so differently yet so flawlessly. Thatch was bright, bubbly, extroverted and full of life, he was the sun. Izou was mysterious, beautiful, elegant, held himself with grace and poise, and introverted, he was the moon.

Eden felt like this tiny little star that watched them from the outside, never expecting his light to catch the attention of either man. The commanders were a perfect couple, Eden didn’t find himself envious of one or the other, he didn’t wish to be in Thatch or Izou’s shoes.

He wanted to be accepted and loved by them both. He never thought he would let anyone in, he never imagined he would want to. Here was Thatch and Izou, smiling across at one another as they drank their beer, after a long day worked, the night was for living.

Watching as Izou pulled a piece of fluff from Thatch’s bread, the simplicity of the gesture but the emotional connection had him grip his mug tighter. Painted lips and a faux frown from Izou as he gently chided his lover about being messy in the kitchen.

He felt so lost in this moment, slipping between the cracks, a captive audience to the devotion and love shared between them.

He’d warmed up to his new family. He even had friends, he got used to Ace’s boisterous nature, Marco being so laid back he was horizontal. He still felt like something was missing though, something that Thatch and Izou had.

Thatch smiled, thanking Izou before kissing his cheek, his attention soon turned to Eden, who felt his cheeks heat up, the zoan had been watching their interaction.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to make ya a third wheel!” Thatch said with a laugh, sitting back in his seat.

“We would never consider you one anyway, we enjoy your company, a lot.” Izou smiled, something in his eyes put a positive implication on his words.

Eden nodded and sipped his drink, feeling his cheeks burning from blush, telling himself it was the rum, it was definitely the rum and not his current crushing attraction to his commander and his partner.

Time carried on, time moving forward and the sun rising, and setting were the only two certainties in the life of a pirate. Eden found himself staring across the ocean, up before the sun had even to attempt its journey into the sky. He leaned forward and let out a sigh, his breath visible in the chilly morning air.

He’d gone from cold indifference to his new place of work to calling them family and he was trying desperately to be able to process this. Drumming fingers on the wooden surface he bit his lip, staring across the sea in the distance. The slightest tug of light parted the merged darkness of sky and sea.

Finding a new family was one thing, the feeling of being loved and accepted by so many, having a father figure, so many brothers and sisters he shared tears with, shared drinks at night, and laughs that echoed through the night. He would never have thought the feeling of romantic love would have pushed its way through though.

Not just harbouring feelings for one person, but two. Two very, very taken people. He watched the sun push through the darkness, lifting the curtain of night and bringing forth the day with it. He let out another sigh, thinking about the two men, his commander and the man who ran the 16th division.

Thatch and Izou.

He’d been so utterly lost in thought, so tangled in his inner workings he didn’t hear footsteps behind him, he almost jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder, he looked up and saw the grinning face of his boss, Thatch. His heart fluttered, and his eyes focused on the warmth that spread across Thatch’s lips in the form of a smile.

“Ready for another full day, Darlin’?”

Eden found himself shivering at the nickname, the way it rolled off the top of his tongue with that delightful drawl he’d become accustomed to, longed to hear. All he could do was nod his head, he felt stupid, Thatch just had a way of carrying away any rational thoughts from his head, stealing the words that wanted to tumble from his lips.

He simply followed Thatch, the hand moving from his shoulder to his back, the wonderful comforting touch as he was guided towards their place of work.

Eden’s mind had been focused on Thatch all morning, he’d almost burnt a few things, almost burnt his hand and felt ashamed that he was letting his skill seem hindered as he dreamed about the possibility of being with Thatch and Izou. Why was this all that ever occupied his mind?

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. He looked up when he heard the deep, rich, enchanting voice of the sniper. Izou walked and glided with the graceful poise of a big cat striding through tall grass, chin tilted up. Hands cupping Thatch’s cheeks to bring him down for a kiss.

What he wouldn’t have done to be in either man’s shoes.

The day seemed to drag, he kept dropping things, burning things, making a mess. This wasn’t him; this wasn’t the skills his mother had passed down to him, the talent that Thatch had helped him perfect. He sat outside, sitting on one of the supply crates, a tankard of beer in one hand as he watched the stars, they twinkled in the heavens and all he could think about was his feelings.

Those tangled and messy, all-consuming feelings. He let his legs dangle off the side of the crate, kicking them, a soft thud, thud, thud of his shoes on the object. Eden, for the hundredth time, was caught out, staring off into the distance, he barely registered the clearing of a throat. Slowly blinking he turned his attention to the side.

“Hey, mind if we join?” Thatch asked, smiling along with Izou who was carrying a small basket.

Eden offered a smile in return, softer than the bright one he was given but no less content than that of the commander’s smile. He blinked when Thatch helped Izou up, not wanting to catch the silk of his kimono on the rough surface.

Sitting there between Thatch and Izou, there was a lump in his throat suddenly. Feeling their body heat on either side of him, Izou passed Thatch the basket, he started to pull out snacks, handing some to Eden.

“So, couldn’t help notice you weren’t with us today,” Eden looked at Thatch as Izou handed him a cup of sake that he’d pulled from somewhere. “What’s on ya mind?”

“I, I can’t stop thinking about someone, well, two someone’s…” he said, leaning back against the wall, eyes facing forward to gaze at the stars. Gripping the sake cup maybe too tightly before he downed the strong-tasting liquid.

“Oh?” Izou asked, batting those long eyelashes of his.

“Yeah, I think I’m in love, but they have each other already and I don’t want to ruin that, come between it, that’s not the sort of man I am.” He sighed, kicking his leg once more until Izou placed a hand on his knee, partly for comfort and partly because the sound was annoying him.

“Anyone would be happy to be with you, Pumpkin’” ‘oh that wonderful voice’ he thought once more as Thatch took a bite of one of the cookies he’d brought.

“You think?”

“Oh yes!” Izou said chuckling behind his hand, offering to pour Eden another cup of sake.

Thatch turned to Izou; Eden didn’t see the look they shared before they both leaned in. Eden glanced at them both in turn. “Re-really?” Eden asked nervously, were they on to him? Did they know about his crush, or did they think it was someone else?

“We’d be delighted to have you in our lives, to love you, to be there for you,” Izou said, placing a hand on Edens.

“If you’ll have us, that is” Thatch grinned, putting his hand over Izous, making a stack.

“I- I would like nothing more than that…” Eden felt two sets of lips kissing each cheek, his ears sprang into the air as his face heated up in a blush.

And there it was.

The moment it all started.

#sfw #thatch x oc #oc x thatch #izou x oc #oc x izou #thatch x oc x izou #one piece own character

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Chapter 3 "Bonding" (Ace of Spades | A TF2 Fanfic)

Miss Pauling led us through the desert until we came across this building in the mountains. We were tired and wounded. Our medic healed our members, slowly. His medi-gun was still a work in progress. He was whining about it. As we walked, Miss Pauling explained our roles and jobs as mercenaries.

The buildings gave us hope. They slowly came closer. One of the concrete buildings had a red, round sign splattered over the white walls. It was a logo. As we got closer I could see it better.

“Red Bread,” I read. “What is it, a cover up?” I asked. “Cause I’m pretty sure we’re mercenaries, not bakers.”

“Looks like it,” Demoman replied, scratching his beard.

“What are we doing here?” the hard hatted man asked.

“This is a set up company for you,” Miss Pauling replied. “You’ll be staying here until it’s time to travel to the battlefield. This is now your home.” The scout groaned. At least it’s better than my old “home.”

“Don’t we need to go through training or something?” Soldier asked. “You know, before we begin our fighting” We continued walking. I don’t think some of us required training. I knew I didn’t. That’s what all that suffering was for. So I could be better.

“That’s what the soldiers are for,” Pauling answered, motioning to him. He smiled underneath the helmet. “But you only get three days to sharpen your skills.”

“You maggots aren’t gonna know what hit you!” he exclaimed, harshly patting Scout’s back. “By the time I’m done with you sissies, you’ll be the greatest soldiers in all of America! And only in three days!” Heavy boomed, laughing loudly.

“Ah, leetle man, don’t you know?” he asked. “Some of us aren’t fit for being soldiers like you.”

“Then what are you? You don’t seem like such a friendly big guy!” Soldier replied.

“Guys calm down,” Pauling said. I rolled my eyes, scoffing with a touch of laughter.

Boys, I thought. Always so immature.

We entered the base.

“So what’s your special thing?” I asked Pyro. “You know, besides setting things on fire.” The pyromaniac mumbled happily, explaining everything. I nodded.

I did that to seem nice.

His mumbling made no sense.

I mean, what does “mmph mmph” even mean?

“If you want, I can provide you with the files,” Pauling said as she led us down the dark hall. I looked at her. She could tell I didn’t understand my teammate and I’m glad she could tell.

“Files?” I asked. “As in the folders that hold our very important info?” She nodded.

“The files have all the information on everyone, except for Pyro and Spy,” she replied. “The files just have what we know so far.”

“Wouldn’t some of the intel be redacted?” Spy asked, flicking off cigarette ashes. I bet he would be embarrassed if we found out some stuff. Spy seemed to be that kind of guy.

“Unfortunately yes,” Pauling answered. “Some information must be kept secret.” I sighed. I really wanted to know if they knew about my family. I mean, I thought this would’ve given me a chance to run away. But I promised myself, I’d try and keep strong.

No bonding at all.

No siree.

Can’t afford to lose people again.

Even if these men seemed attractive, I wasn’t going to bond. I was closing myself off. I’d pretend to be friends with them, but I’d secretly cut myself off. Or have a different attitude, I don’t know.

Pauling led us down the hall and into a room. There was a round table, a ping pong arcade game, a vending machine, a fridge, and a hall that led into the garage. Everything was dusty and ancient. Well, nineteen thirties ancient. A van was parked in the garage and Engineer went over. He ran his gloved hand over the rusty hood.

“This thing needs some work,” he said. “How long ago was this used?” Pyro rolled under the van only to roll back, laughing and covered in dust.

“Mmph mmph,” he replied.

“It was used sometime in the war,” Pauling answered. “The team before you used it until they were let go.”

“Ya mean to tell us that we aren’t gonna be here forever?” Demo asked.

“I was told we were employed for life,” Scout said.

“At some point, if the Administrator decides you’ve had your run, she’ll let you go,” Pauling replied. Her phone began to ring. “Oh, I gotta go guys, bye.” She ran back to the entrance, with Scout following and calling her name. I looked at the other mercenaries.

“How many of you were forced here against your will, raise your hand,” I said quickly. They all looked at me weird. “I’m just asking, because I was,” I replied, raising my hand.

No one raised their hand. I sighed. “Okay, how many of you applied for this job, raise your hand.”

They all did. I frowned again.

So it was true, they were holding Harvey and I out for this. Maybe they kept me alive for just this. But why?

The Scout returned, panting.

“Pauling’s gone,” he said. “Now what?” My stomach growled. I rubbed it.

“Seems we’re hungry,” Spy commented. I turned red with embarrassment. It wasn’t that loud! “Anyone have something to eat?”

“We could check the fridge,” Soldier said. Scout, who was closer, opened it. He jerked back in disgust. We all groaned. The former team had left their food and it had begun to rot. Flies buzzed around.

“How does take-out sound?” Engineer asked.

“Herr Engineer, we are in the middle of nowhere,” Medic said. “How are we supposed to get take-out?!?”

“Calm down,” Heavy nervously said. I guess the doctor was hungry too. Maybe even angry. He was hangry.

“Let’s check upstairs,” Engineer said. “Ah’m pretty sure there’s something there.” So we all agreed. Wooden crates were waiting for us. They all had our names.

“Oh yeah! Presents!” Scout exclaimed. He ran over to his box and smashed it open with his bat. He pulled out a wrapped scattergun, clothes, an earpiece, a pistol, toothpaste, a toothbrush, floss, shampoo for the hair and body, and pillows. All that in one box? Nah. The others opened their boxes. They had the same as Scout, except for the weapons. Each mercenary had it different. When it was my turn to open my box, I was deeply disappointed. For me, it was maple syrup, cards, my pole/staff, and clothes. I even had moral and just regular hygiene products. No pillows or covers though.

One thing in common we had was the badge. It was rectangular, bronze, and had the same words. The only difference was our emblems, which mine had a little spades icon.

“Hire Date: June 15th, 5:50 p.m MDT,” I read. “Even though you were late to the party, you were still the life of it.” I shrugged, smiling a bit. I pinned my badge on my shirt. My box wasn’t completely empty as I continued to rummage through. I found my uniform and some clothes I’m too embarrassed to mention, but they were clothes I needed. It came with a red shirt, black leggings, a blackish long sleeved undershirt, a pack for my pole, and a leather belt for my cards to go in. I guessed I had to use my current boots for footwear. I wondered what the maple syrup was for. I looked over to Sniper’s box. He had a couple empty glass jars. “What are those for?” I asked. He slowly set them down, turning red a little, but it went away quickly.

“They’re for personal use,” he replied. He sounded a little sarcastic. “What’s with the syrup?”

“I don’t know,” I answered. “Maybe they gave it as a gift.” I popped open the cap and began to chug it down. It was so sugary, so good. “Want some?” I asked, holding out the bottle. I wiped my face with my sleeve.

“Sure.” Sniper jokingly grabbed it and took a “swig.” He handed my bottle back. I grabbed it and held on tight. I think I found my new favorite dessert. “Thanks for the drink, Maple Syrup,” he said.

“The name’s Dealer,” I replied. The name tasted funny in my mouth. “Well, obviously it’s not my name,” I added.

“I’m Snoipah.”

“Aheh! Archimedes, jou’re in here too!” Medic exclaimed. The doctor stood up from his box, petting a white dove. It cooed, snuggling in its owner’s arms.

“Well, I’m ready,” Sniper said. “Where are the rooms?” he asked, standing up.

“Yeah, we need somewhere to sleep,” Scout said, opening a can of soda. “I think Pauling said that the rooms were past the lab.”

“A lab jou say?” Medic asked, perking up. “Vhere? I want to see!” Scout chuckled.

“I can show you guys where the rooms are,” he said, standing up. “C’mon, follow me.” Scout led us into a long hallway. Each room was dusty, with a night stand, dirty mattress, a wardrobe, and a window. There was one room with its own bathroom. Spy immediately called it home and moved in. Medic took the lab, obviously, Pyro took the dusty coal room, Engineer took the workshop, Sniper had his van, Heavy took the room with the two beds, Demoman took the room with the one with a bookshelf, Scout took the room with broken window, and I took the creepiest, coldest room ever.

My room looked like something a lunatic would live in. It was white, with black smears here and there. There was a dark brown stain that could’ve been blood or some other bodily fluid. The mattress was gray and greasy. The furniture was ruined. I shuddered. Whoever lived here last didn’t take good care of this room. It was nasty.

“Aye, what’s this!?!” Demoman exclaimed, rubbing his head. “It’s like someone had a mental breakdown!”

“Agreed,” I replied. There were no covers for my bed, so that meant I’d be freezing tonight. Unless there was insulation, but I doubted that.

“Need something, lassie?” Demo asked. He noticed the same thing I did. No covers. Or pillows. Just grease and sweat. Maybe more. There was no way it could get worse.

“No, I’ll be fine,” I lied. “Thanks anyway.” Demo nodded and left my room. I sat on the mattress. Three days. I had to survive three days, then it’ll get better.

Hopefully.

“DINNER!” Engineer yelled.

“BELIEVE IT OR NOT WE ACTUALLY FOUND SOMETHING!!!” Scout added. I followed Spy, who locked his door, into the kitchen. Pyro mumbled happily, clapping his hands together. They had managed to find sandwiches.

“This is delicious,” Heavy said. He munched away, taking big bites.

“Take this, it’ll help with your hunger.” Spy handed me a sandwich.

“Thanks,” I said, grabbing it. My stomach’s roars soothed down as I slowly and quietly ate my sandwich. It really was delicious. The tomatoes and lettuce gave it a little pop. The ham was good too.

“Where’d you find the meat?” I asked between bites.

“I found the ingredients in my box,” Heavy responded. “Old lady thought of everything.”

“So, now that we’re here,” Engineer said, “how about we get to know each other?” he asked.

“Sure,” Demo replied.

“I’ll start,” Scout said, quite energetic. “As you may know, I’m da scout. I’m fast and kinda a big deal.”

“Is that it?” I asked, crossing my arms. Scout crossed his arms as well.

“The rest is personal,” he answered. After eating several sandwiches, we were all full and tired. It was late, 6:30 now. I yawned, stretching my arms above my head.

“Seems we’re also tired,” Spy commented. Boy, he was pushing all my buttons.

“It’s only six thirty,” I said.

“So?” I frowned.

“I’m off to bed,” I said. “Goodnight.”

“Night,” they all said.

I went to my room. It was dark and cold, I didn’t like it. I plopped down on nasty mattress. It felt moldy, moist. My prediction from earlier was right. The room was so cold and there was no insulation. I took my uniform from my box and wrapped it around my body. I wasn’t exactly going to get dressed yet, but they would keep me warm. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I opened my eyes, breathing heavily. Where was I? Oh yeah, I remember, I thought to myself. I rose up from the covers. These weren’t here before, but they smelled nice, like apples. In my arms was a unicorn plush. Another was under my head. I wondered who gave them to me. My clothes that were wrapped around my body were folded neatly in the box. I got up and got dressed in my uniform. I walked into the bathroom. I shivered thinking about how I had to share with nine other men. Spy had his own bathroom so he probably would never use this one.

But still.

It was only ten thirty and I groaned in frustration as I looked at myself. My hair was a tangled mess. A huge piece of pick gum was stuck in it. Scout did it or maybe the mattress had an old piece stuck to it. But it could’ve been Scout. He was chewing some from the evening before. I tried to comb it out, wash it, pull it, but nothing worked. As a final resort, I reached for the scissors in the drawer and began snipping away. By the time I was done, it was choppy, short. I could still pull it back. I looked up to these thick strands of hair that I always kept over my right side of my face. Brittany noticed that it was always like that. Even if it was short, it would grow out of my scalp, arch over my head and cover some part of my hair. She cut hers so it’d match mine.

I didn’t cut that off. It covered my scar at least. I didn’t want to hide it but it was part of my identity. Not the scar, the strands of hair.

The gum was still stuck in my hair. I groaned again. I hated mornings.

“Oh hey,” Scout said, walking by. “Is that gum?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Did you do this?” Scout shook his head.

“Nah, I swallowed mine last night.”

“Do you have any solution to fixing this?” I asked, leaning against the sink’s counter. This was the first time that I could recall that I got gum stuck in my hair.

“Mmph!” Pyro exclaimed. He popped his head in. “Mmph mmph mmph mmmph mph mmph.”

“Bud, what’d you say?” Scout asked. He seemed a little scared. After all, Pyro did pop out of nowhere.

“Pyro said to use peanut butter and/or vegetable oil, let it set, then comb it out with an old toothbrush,” Spy said, coming out of the blue. Pyro ran off at the sound of someone calling his name.

“Yack!” I yelped. I covered my chest to keep my heart from pounding its way out. “You startled me!”

“Us,” Scout said, panting, “you startled us.”

“Well, I’m sorry to pop in unannounced,” Spy said, “but it’s breakfast time. We can take care of the gum later.” I pulled at the gum one last time. I grunted, pulling out some hair.It was uncomfortable, watching a pile of my hair in my hand. I threw the hair ball into the trash can and followed Scout and Spy into the eating area.

“Sorry boys, and lady, but all we had was oatmeal,” Engineer said, eyeing my choppy hair cut. He put down a bowl on the table. I eyed it. It was slightly lumpy. How old was it? Was this oatmeal like Smathers’? I hesitantly took a scoop and nervously lifted the spoon up. I gulped, slowly opening my mouth. The men looked at me, begging with their eyes for me to take the bite.

I put the food in my mouth and swallowed it. I gulped the oatmeal down. I chewed for a while, closing my eyes. This wasn’t as bad as the mashed potatoes with fruit loots in the middle watered down with milk. It was actually sweet. I began to scarf more oatmeal down. The men trusted me and began to eat too.

“Hey, where’s the patriot?” I asked. Soldier was not at the table, nor was Pyro.

“Oh, Soldier took the pyro to train early,” Medic replied. “He told us that Scout’s next and he might take Pyro out again.” Scout choked on his food. Heavy had to pat his back like a baby.

“If there’s ten of us, Soldier can train three a day,” I said. “Someone will just have to share a day with someone.”

“Yer a smart kid,” Demoman said.

“Thanks,” I said. “Math was an easy-ish subject.”

“Have we met before?” he asked. “Yer scar looks familiar.”

“Well, where are you from?” I asked.

“Scotland,” he replied.

“We could’ve,” I said. “I was in a hospital there, but I don’t remember every little detail.”

“How’d you get injured?”

“Fire accident,” I answered, taking another bite. “I think a wooden beam might’ve done the job.”

“Do we really need to know all this?” Scout asked. “I mean, does anyone listen to scar stories?”

“Hey, I know you,” I said with a smile. Scout gritted his teeth together. I guess he recognized me too. “Let me guess, you are from Boston, right?”

“Yeah,” he meekly replied. “You had me deliver wine. The nice man gave me money.”

“HELLO MAGGOTS!!! HOW- WHAT THE?” Soldier walked in, pointing to the gum in my hair. “WHAT IS THAT? AN INTRUDER?” he yelled.

“Gum,” I answered. “Haven’t you seen gum before?”

“IT’S COMMUNIST GUM!!! GET IT OUT!!!!”

“Geez calm down,” I said. “It’s just gum.” Pyro came around the Soldier and mumbled.

“Again, he said peanut butter and/or vegetable oil should work. Just let it set, then comb it out with an old toothbrush,” Spy said, translating.

“Mmph mmph mmph,” Pyro said.

“He said you can rub it in like shampoo,” Spy replied.

“We have some peanut butter,” Engineer said.

“Da, we also have vegetable oil,” Heavy added. “Heavy vill get some from kitchen.” The big man stood up and entered the kitchen. He returned with a can of Krema Nut and oil. He handed it to me.

“Thanks,” I said. I stood up. “I’m going to take care of this right now if that’s okay.”

“Fine by us,” Engineer said, taking his seat. I returned to the restroom. I didn’t have an old toothbrush. I could’ve used Soldier’s or Scout’s, but Medic appeared in the doorway with red gloves on.

“Need help?” he happily asked.

“Sure,” I replied. “Your gloves should be able to get the solution in,” I said, handing him the items. “Make sure you get the gum out.” Medic rubbed the oil and butter together before rubbing it into my hair. We let it sit for a while. After an hour, the solution had worked.

“So, anything interesting about jou?” he asked.

“Would you count being held at a facility that tried to turn you into a murder machine as interesting?” I asked, leaning against the sink.

“I would,” he said. I crossed my arms and began to explain my story. If you could write it down, it’d be a fifty something page story with minor details excluded. I tried to get the major details in but at this time, I couldn’t remember much. I even kept Brittany out of the story and maybe my interest in Harvey that I had for a while.

“I’m surprised those people didn’t experiment on jou,” Medic said, rinsing out the oil butter solution, “because I would have.” I chuckled.

“And what would you turn me into?” I asked, drying my hair with a towel. “A cyborg? A zombie or undead creature?”

“No, something along the lines of a human bird mutation hybrid,” Medic replied. I laughed.

“I’d have a bird head, wouldn’t I?”

“Ja, jou would,” he said. “A dove’s head no less.” I looked in the mirror. Even though my hair was cut in a horrible way, the gum was gone and I looked better. Soldier passed by the restroom, dragging a crying Scout.

“Don’t let him destroy me!” he begged. “I’m too young!” Medic and I just chuckled.

“It’s for your own good,” I said jokingly.

“C’mon you maggot,” Soldier said. “Time and training doesn’t wait for no one.”

“NO!!!” Scout screamed as Soldier dragged him into the gym. The doctor and I returned to the dining area where all nine of us finished our oatmeal. Demoman helped Heavy wash dishes while everyone else watched Engineer try to get the T.V working. Pyro attempted to get the arcade game working, but it didn’t work. The pinball game was called “Payload.” Strange name for a game like that.

We all waited for Engineer to finish, but we got bored. Being the wise one, Spy sat down at the table. The others began talking. He was reading a book. I looked over his shoulder to try and get a glimpse of what he was reading.

“Mind your own business,” he said, lighting a cigarette. I frowned.

“Fine,” I replied. He flipped to another page. I was desperate to read or do something! I was bored out of my mind. So I looked over Spy’s shoulder every now and then. I think he knew I was reading off his shoulder because he would wait a while after reading a page before turning.

“Alright, that should do the trick.” The T.V started humming and came to life. But there was nothing, just static. We all groaned.

“What did I miss, cadets?” Soldier asked, entering the room. Scout was behind him, looking happy and proud.

“Leetle man can not get television working,” Heavy answered.

“Ah can get it to work,” Engineer replied. “All Ah have to do is figure out the satellite transmission.”

“And maybe some good channels,” Scout said. “By the way, there’s a locker room.”

“Yeah, me and Scout here got to test it out!” Soldier declared, patting his back.

“It wasn’t a pretty sight,” Scout replied.

“Pyro, c’mere. I need to work out your flaming skills,” Soldier said, grabbing Pyro’s shoulder. He giggled happily, following out the patriot. We all resumed what we were doing. I continued to read off Spy’s shoulder. We were reading an old romance novel. Nothing too interesting. After an hour or two of reading, Engineer finally got the T.V to work. A game show was on, just about to begin.

“Alright, let’s get this started!” Scout sat in front of the television with his legs crossed. Heavy helped Medic move the seating around. Heavy took the big sofa. Medic, Engineer, Demo, and I took the couch. Spy was in the recliner and Sniper sat in the chair. It Could Be You was on and it was long, boring. Sniper just fell asleep halfway, using his hat to cover his face. Soldier returned, giving off a smoky scent and fumes. “What happened to you, tough guy?” Scout asked.

“Pyro uh, Pyro’s good,” he stuttered. Soldier took off his helmet. “Word of advice, don’t get on his bad side.” Pyro walked in, mumbling and sitting next to Engineer.

“Mmph mmph mmph,” he said. He seemed mad at Soldier, who sat far from him.

“Are you going to continue training?” I asked. I crossed my legs on the couch.

“Let me catch my breath,” he replied. “I can’t go back out there, not now.”

It was almost two o’ clock when Soldier, after rocking back and forth, took Engineer to test out his skills. Engineer was happy. He grabbed his toolbox and followed the trainer out the door. I wondered what he did. Did he engineer small things? Quick things? Little machines? Robot duplicates of ourselves?

“Is the show over?” Sniper asked, lifting up his hat.

“Yeah,” I replied. “We’re just watching commercials at this point.”

“Put on some sports!” Scout whined. “This isn’t even a commercial! It’s an aerobics video!” Pyro was

“Quit whining jou Nörgler (whiner),” Medic said, smacking the back of his head. Scout rubbed his head. I chuckled.

“Oh, you liked that?” he asked. ��I betcha you did.”

“It was funny,” I answered, “Nörgler.” Scout scoffed and changed the channel.

It was early in the evening when Soldier returned looking all beat up. His clothes had holes like swiss cheese and once again, he was steaming.

“I’m taking a break tomorrow,” he said. “Do we have honey?”

“Yeah, it’s in the cabinet,” Engineer replied. “Why?”

“It cools my body down,” the patriot answered, pulling out the jar from the cabinet.

“Wait what?”

Miss Pauling managed to get us take-out. We got Chinese food from a restaurant in the town of Teufort. She even brought over blueprints for Engineer. Apparently, he needed to build a “respawn” which would bring us back after we died, which meant Medic needed to help out.

It also meant medical check-ups. I liked eating my apples. They keep doctors away. But our Medic seemed like a nice guy, besides the fact he did say that he would try to turn me into a bird.

But luckily we didn’t need to do that until tomorrow.

As for now, we silently ate our take-out. No one talked. Engineer was busy going over the respawn blueprints and quietly talked to Medic about how it should work. Spy stood up, wiping his mouth delicately.

“It’s getting late. I’m off to bed, goodnight,” he said, leaving.

“Goodnight,” we all called out.

“Ah, the bloke’s roight,” Sniper said. He checked his watch. “If you have dessert now you’ll be puking in your sleep.”

“I’ll wash tonight,” I said. I gathered everyone’s plates and began rinsing off the plates and utensils. Medic walked in, wearing his gloves again. I don’t think he’s ever taken them off, except for probably washing his hands. “Are you going to help again?” I asked.

“If jou vant,” he replied. “I wash, jou rinse.”

“Deal,” I said. I moved to one side of the sink. Medic grabbed the sponge and began to soap up the dishes. He handed them to me and I rinsed them like he said. “So, uh, do you have a name?” I asked. We were almost done washing.

“I do, but I think the Administrator would be happy if we kept it secret,” he replied. “Don’t vant to be getting in trouble.”

“You’re right,” I answered. “My class name is Dealer.”

“Nice to meet jou properly, I’m Medic.” I put the dishes into the dishwasher’s rack so they could dry. Saves energy. Everyone was ready to go to bed. The men used the locker room to take quick showers and brush their teeth. I used the bathroom across my room to do the same. As it turned out, someone left a pair of folded pajamas in front of the bathroom. I didn’t know who they belonged to, but whoever gave them to me was bigger than me. I guess my gifter knew I didn’t have any sleepwear.

Although, they probably rummaged through my crate to know I had only my uniform and clothes I was wearing in the arena.

I entered my room. Someone had cleaned it quickly and added a small desk to the corner. I now had pillows, covers, a lamp, a basket of apples, a couple of books, and a unicorn plush. I placed my hands on my hips. I had to repay my newest buddies.

I wasn’t keeping my promise to myself, but it’s hard when people are acting nice to you. Maybe on the battlefield I could act ruthless. It wouldn’t be me but at least I could block off feelings. I laid down on the bed, closing my eyes. It was cool. The covers were keeping me warm and snug. I fell asleep faster.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon. I slowly opened my eyes. I felt better than ever before. Back at the school, I barely got any proper rest. My bed was always hard or lumpy. At some point, I tried sleeping on the floor, which was way better than the bed. I walked into the bathroom. I just washed my face, brushed my teeth, and put back my hair. I’d change later.

“Good morning chaps,” I said. Some of the men were up. I assumed the others were still sleeping. The clock did read ten thirty. Some people didn’t wake up until the afternoon. I took my seat next to Sniper, who was still in his pajamas. His brown hair was a mess. Some of it stuck out in the back. He, Pyro, Engineer, Soldier, Heavy, Medic, and I were the only ones here. Pyro wore a unicorn onesie over his uniform. It was very adorable. The doctor was reading something on the couch. Heavy was helping Engineer cook and Soldier was doing pushups in the hall.

“Mornin’,” Engineer greeted. He brought over a plate of bacon sandwiches. “Courtesy of the big guy and I.” There were beans on the side and chips. I grabbed a chip and dipped it into the beans. It was salty and good. The bacon was warm and crisp, it could melt in the mouth.

“This is good,” I said, giggling. I had several sandwiches. I didn’t let anyone have a taste, until Engineer forced me to stop hogging all the food.

“Save some for the others,” he said. I pouted, pretending to be mad. Sniper chuckled.

“Don’t be sad, Maple Syrup,” he said, “you can have my sandwich.”

“Is that my nickname?” I asked. “Or do you call every girl that?”

“It’s your own personal nickname,” Sniper answered. Spy came down, all dressed and ready. His mask was on, but it looked like he shaved. Or spent three hours in the bathroom getting ready.

“Gentlemen,” he greeted. He looked at me. “And madame.”

“At least I’m acknowledged,” I whispered to Sniper. “Where I grew up, I’d get a knuckle sandwich and no good morning.” He chuckled. Soldier followed Spy into the dining room, rubbing his back. “Need some food?” I asked.

“Negative,” he replied. “I need to get you ninnies ready, I have only one day left,” he said.

“Who’s up next for the sacrifice?” I asked. Soldier lifted up his helmet so that his eyes were visible. He smirked.

“The demolition man said that there’s ten of us,” he said. “We get three days, right?” I nodded. “Well, I’ve already trained three men. That means seven are left. I could train three a day and two at the same time.”

“That’s what I said,” I replied.

“So, I’m taking you,” he said, pointing to me, “and you.” He pointed to Sniper. “And I ain’t gonna go easy on you two.” Sniper and I looked at each other, then at Soldier.

“Can we do it after breakfast?” Sniper asked.

“We won’t go anywhere, I swear,” I said, crossing my heart. “You can break both my arms if we bail out on you.”

“Alright, be in the gym by twelve,” he said, walking into the kitchen.

“Would you really have both arms broken?” Sniper asked.

“Yeah, I’ve dislocated one arm before,” I replied. “Having two broken arms would be painful, but I’ll live. It also means I can ditch the first day.”

“Or I can fix them for jou,” Medic said, putting his book on the table. He leaned on it. “When jou two are done training with Soldier, come into my lab so I can do a checkup. I need to know jour medical and health history, so don’t be late or else,” he said in a darker tone.

Wow, my day’s going horribly. I should’ve eaten an apple to keep Medic away.

“Ah, leave us alone,” Sniper said. “We’ll be there.” Medic stood up, straightening his sweater vest.

“Don’t be late, either of jou.”

“What is it with mornings!” I exclaimed. “They make people evil.”

“Agreed,” Sniper said. He took a sip of his coffee. “Have we met before?” he asked. “You seem familiar.”

“Nah,” I said. “I got my mind wiped several times. I can’t remember my life after the age of eight.” Sniper chuckled. “No, I’m serious,” I replied.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. I sipped my coffee. “So, are you more than just a sniper or what?”

“Oi hunt,” he said. “Oi always use what the animals provide loike the meat.”

“Don’t let nothing go to waste, wise,” I said, raising my mug. “I like it.”

“How about you?” he asked. I put my mug down.

“You’d think I’d have free time but no,” I said. “I can play poker, black Jack and Go Fish.” He chuckled. “I use my pole, or I guess it’s a staff or something, to train. I used to play tennis but that got boring quickly.”

“Hmm,” Sniper said. “Oi can teach ya how to shoot an arrow,” he said. “That should be interesting for you.”

“I’d try that out,” I said. “Maybe after we get everything done, we can test that out.”

“Too bad Oi couldn’t bring my bow around, otherwise I’d teach ya,” he said. We finished breakfast and took our dishes to the kitchen where Engineer washed them. Sniper said he would come pick me up at eleven forty so that we could have a little time before suffering in the gym. I got dressed into my uniform. I wore a long, black undershirt with the finger holes. I put on black leather boots and black leggings. I slipped on a red shirt and my pole’s pack. I pulled my hair into a low ponytail that curled to the side. I finished by eleven thirty. I decided to eat an apple from my basket. Hopefully it would ward off any Medics.

Sniper knocked on my door. It was already eleven forty and he was right on time. “Sheila, you there?” he asked. I opened the door.

“That’s a new name,” I said, leaning against the doorway. “I thought I was Maple Syrup.”

“Well, you can also be Sheila,” he replied.

“Or Dealer,” I said. “That’s my given name.”

“True,” he responded. “Now, are you ready to face the Soldier?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said. “I really don’t really want to break my arms so sure.”

“Good, because I’m not,” Sniper replied. I laughed. Boy, I was glad to know someone would be right there to face the possible wrath and tough training of Soldier.

Maybe bonding wasn’t such a bad idea. It really wasn't.

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venilegiamavi · 5 years

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Finn Murray from Rebel One/Trained one by Xsnickerss

(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16)

[More like this]

#xsnickerss #rebel one #trained one #characters #character #moodboard #moodboards #aesthetic #pyromaniac #fire #immature #mb #mine

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gentrychild · 3 years

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The ball hitted lightly Dabi's back again.

"Come on, Touya, try to play with me".

Shouto said in a sad tone with a tiny hint of despair on it, because his new baby brother have decided that he did not want to play with his well prepared to play all day brother, and proceded to sit in the ground with his arms crossed.

He would not say it aloud, but Touya looked adorable throwing a temper tantrum, he actually played the act of grumpy toddler very well, but he had been looking forward to experience what was like to be a big brother, and more importantly, passing sometime with his sibling. So this will not do.

So, grabbing the ball, Shouto passed it for one hand to the other, wondering how he can convince his baby brother to play with him.

"If you keep sitting in the ground, all of your clothes are going to get dirty".

Touya pretended he didn't hear him, and continue to pout looking towards the ground.

"Fuyumi is going to get mad at you, at fact, she may make Natsuo bathe you for being too immature for taking care of your own clothes".

Touya turned around screaming: "FUCK YOU", enlighting his shirt with a small fire.

That worried Shouto a little bit, he ran towards his brother and put the fire out with his own hands, not only Touya's age have rewound, his fire also did it, so he was not in risk of getting burns but that did not mean his very toddlerish brother could not regain his scars.

"GET OFF ME!! Don't touch me, you fucker!!"

"Don't set yourself in fire, it's dangerous, you only regained your health and the last thing I want is for you ending up in a burn treatment".

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I am not a weakling!! Don't you dare to think that!! Nobody knows better about my body than me, just go away or I turn you into ashes!!!".

"I never said I considered you a weakling, I am your big brother now, it is natural I worry about you, you have almost no control over your flames".

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!!"

Touya freed himself of his grab and ran away of the house, Shouto followed him, he knew baby Touya will not get far, but he was not supposed to left his sight either.

He barely ran 20 steps before tripping and going face first towards the ground.

Shouto felt a shiver going all the way down his spine.

"Touya! TOUYA! Are you okay?"

He said while picking him up from his arm.

Touya did not say anything, but the tears in his eyes were enough prove to show Shouto that that have a rough falling for the poor child.

Sighing, Shouto found himself into a dilemma, what was he supposed to do?

He spied a little girl eating a pink ice cream while walking in front of his house.

That could work.

"Ey! What if I treat you an ice cream? That sounds nice, right?"

Touya did not answer, he just sniffed and looked at Shouto with a face that screamed: 'it's your fault that I fell'.

That was NOT his fault.

He decided he did not need an answer.

He picked up Touya and sitted him in his shoulders, while holding his little legs, he started running towards the entrance of his house.

"What the-?! HOW DARE YOU?! I'LL BURN YOU! YOU HEAR ME!! I'LL BURN YOU!!!".

Shouto just kept running, deciding this piggy ride was the best option to transport Touya around.

He, of course, could have used the fantastic baby carrier that he have bought, but the spoiled brat that was his brother, did not tolerate to be on it yesterday more than 5 minutes.

At least Natsuo had token a few excellent pictures.

Not that Touya needed to know that.

He tried to find an ice cream shop or car nearby, but he spied nothing like that.

So he kept running.

Before they knew, they arrived in the park, it was full of kids and their families, and couple of grannies feeding the birds, none of them paying attention to them, they looked like the typical little-big brother that came to the park for playtime.

That made Shouto feel a tiny bit of joy in his heart, maybe things were actually going for the best.

"PUT ME DOWN ALREADY!"

That gave him an idea.

Shouto kept walking until they got to the swings, there were a few that were made for toddlers were the swing was made so the kid did not fall.

Those were mostly reserved for the babies, but luckily Touya was never really big.

He fitted perfectly in.

"SHOUTO! I swear to God, if you don't let me out of this damn thing, you are going to regret it forever"

"You want to fly? Of course baby brother"

Shouto pushed Touya, he did not used all his arm strength for it, since that would have been dangerous, but he managed to push him far enough"

"You bastard- *swings away*, I swear I wi- *swings away*, you fucking fa- *swings away*, and beg for m- *swings away*".

"You are going to end up pucking if you continue talking, just enjoy it"

Though Touya was not very happy, Shouto was actually pretty content with the situation!

He always wanted to play with Touya as a kid, and even if the circunstances were... not perfect for the toddler, this was all Shouto could have ever asked.

And the best part, the day was only starting! His baby brother and him still had a lot of time to play together!.

1. I am delighted that Shouto is leaving his best life as a big brother. 2. Just a pyromaniac toddler. Nothing to see. 3. A kingdom for those pictures of Touya in a baby carrier!

#rewound dabi au #writer-chan

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shortie-babe · 3 years

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(I said I would draw my obey me oc. So here it is!) (Sorry about the bad quality I did it on paper because I don’t have enough money for the stuff it draw it digital. Also I’m trying to get better at human anatomy with drawing so it’s bad)

Obey Me Oc:

Emma

Everyday wear:

Night wear:

(I did night wear and party wear chibi style so it can be smaller)

Party wear:

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: she,her

Race: human

Hight: 5’0 (with her boots she’s 5’3)

Age: 19

About Oc:

• a very sweet and caring girl. Smart with school (especially classes at rad), but can be clueless most times with anything else. Can be very immature sometimes with certain people.

•she’s a big jokester, especially when she’s flustered. When she’s flustered she doesn’t know how to react so she makes jokes but her face just gets redder and redder. And she gets flustered a lot..( Solomon loves this. Makes it funnier to tease her)

• when first meeting the brothers and diavolo she was surprisingly calm and happy.., it confused the brothers (especially Lucifer) thinking ‘why is she so calm?’ , ‘shouldn’t she be quivering in fear?’ , and other stuff like that. Diavolo seemed to enjoy how happy she was. She wasn’t afraid at all..she’s really clueless with danger, but she was just happy to be somewhere new, with new people, and new things. Mainly the people. She was happy she was able to make new friends (reasons I may discuss in a comic or something)

• although she smiles a lot she’s a big cry baby.

• she’s always trying to help others be it the brothers, her friends at Purgatory Hall, and even random demons( which has lead her into some trouble. And possibly 1 or 2 demon friends that aren’t the demon brothers. Demons that wanna eat her can easily trick her into helping them then they can eat her, but Lucifer or any one of the brothers step in to help her. (Even Solomon has helped some times but of course not letting her off easy and will constantly tease her about it.)

• always wants to be with at least one of the brothers, Solomon, Simeon, or even Luke. ( not because she’s scared of the demons. Just because she’s not the best with social interactions and can get shy sometimes.) (she’s mainly with mammon or Solomon.)

• great friends with Solomon ( maybe some romantic stuff happens who knows?) even though she likes to annoy him most times. Or says she doesn’t like his teasing when in reality she does like it..she just probably doesn’t know she likes it.

• she sees Luke as a little brother even though he’s definitely a lot older then her. She still sees him like that. Always wanting to protect him and make him feel safe. Also loves baking with him.

• A big otaku, which leads her to watching anime, playing games, and even cosplaying with Leviathan.

•the biggest foodie a human can be. Can’t eat no where near as much as beel. But can eat a lot. Which leads them to eat together a lot of times. ( which makes them two very happy)

• definitely sleeps with belphie most nights. Listen, she loves cuddling him or playing with his hair til he falls asleep. ( when mammon catches them he gets really jealous and demands to sleep with her too. Which she is more then happy to! I mean more cuddles for her! So hells yeah! Belphie though..he doesn’t like it at all)

• she also loves sitting next to Satan or cuddleing him while they both read. ( she loves it happening most when it’s raining, snowing, or when it’s cold outside.

• always checking on the brothers. She loves them to death and wants to make sure they’re okay Physically and mentally. Mainly Lucifer and belphie. Lucifer works to hard so he stays up most nights or skips meals a lot. Which makes her worry a lot and try to convince Lucifer go to sleep or eat. She once stayed up all night just trying to convince Lucifer to go to sleep. She ended up passing out and Lucifer had to bring her to her room. Also worries with belphie because when he sleeps all day sometimes he forgets to eat, move around, or to go to school. She try’s to wake him up and when she does she legit drags him out the bed. She loves them to death though.

• she’s a huge pyromaniac...uh oh! Which causes problems for the brothers because sometimes she try’s to light things on fire so they have to keep an eye out. Solomon knows not to teach her any magic that can create fires..he learned that out the hard way..

• she loves giving and getting hugs to/from diavolo. I mean yes she was scared at first because of how big they were compared to her. And that was with all of the brothers too. But she got used to all of them pretty quickly. And will gladly give hugs to diavolo.

• she’s good at classes at RAD because she spent most time reading and studying about mythology.

• she has an odd obsession with Cerberus. And constantly wants to play with him. At first Lucifer wasn’t the best fan of this because of how dangerous it was. But slowly started to realize that Cerberus is starting to take a liking to her..which surprised him because Cerberus doesn’t really ever start to like humans..but this human got Cerberus to like her..which made him kinda suspicious of her..

• she has a wear fascination with solomons wand. She’s stolen it multiple times, but Solomon always got it back and told her off. I mean it was dangerous playing with solomons wand..with how much power she might really have..?

• she was scared of the angels at first to be honest. She didn’t grow up with the best family that dealt with religion. Simeon had to talk to her in private to calm her down and to show that they weren’t gonna hurt her and nothing bad will happen. Simeon is the only one who knows about her home life. ( I will probably write about a scene to show how this went down.)

• she will have a panic attack if she’s yelled at. She hates being yelled at. Yes she crys a lot, but this crying is different. The demon brothers learned this out the hard way.

• she doesn’t talk about her feelings or emotions with the demon brothers. It’s not only them she’s like that with everyone. She hides a lot about her which leads to problems where she goes into a panic attack. It’s not like she never talks about how she feels with the demon brothers. She does sometimes but if it’s important stuff like her home life or her problems. She just rather keep it a secret for now.

• she may help people a lot, but she’s not scared to get into a fight. If she needs to then she will.

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Likes:

Space, stars, and the night sky

Fire

Hugs

The color pink

Magic

Skirts

Animals

Cerberus

Mythology

Food

Baking

Anime

Manga

Dating sims

Video games

Solomons wand

Boots w/ heels

Plushies/ stuffed animals

Fanfic

Fluffy things

Reading

The demon brothers

Solomon

The angels

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Dislikes:

Pants

Rude people

Social interactions with people she doesn’t know

Religion

Loud noises

Loud areas

Her hight ( reason she wears boots with heels)

Homophobic people

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Pact Marks:

( I made it so the pact marks are invisible unless she gets angry or a hand is above the area it’s located)

Lucifer’s pact mark: forehead

Mammon’s pact mark: right under the collarbone

Leviathan’s pact mark: right hand

Satan’s pact mark: tongue

Asmodeus’s pact mark: Left inner thigh

Beelzebub’s pact mark: stomach

Belphegor’s pact mark: left side of the throat

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( I might Write a series of my obey me oc and her time with the brothers and everyone else. I don’t know just got a lot of ideas while making this)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me beel #obey me mammon #obey me oc #art #oc art #sorry it’s bad #hah

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