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RippleClan: Moon 5
Rustshade doesn’t notice when Oilpaw leaves camp alone.
[Image ID: Rustshade and Oilpaw have their backs to one another in the center of the screen.]
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“These are the leaders of Ashy-AshClan,” Oilpaw sang softly, pacing around the apprentice’s den, “Smokestar, Baystar, Sedgestar with the plan. Cougarstar got rabies, Turkeystar got fleas, Fuzzystar wouldn’t take responsibility. Pelicanstar fought the evil in his Clan, but Autumnstar brought them all back again!” Oilpaw panted as she ended with a little flourish. She turned to Carnationpaw, who laid belly-up in her nest. “I think I got it! How’s your studying going?”
“How do I know what I remember about kit care is right?” Carnationpaw groaned. She kicked her paws over her head. “What if I’m remembering something that isn’t true?”
“Maybe I can get my dad to test your memory!” Oilpaw suggested. “If he’s around, at least. Lately, he’s barely in camp.”
“No, he’s here,” Carnationpaw said, rolling over. “I saw him enter camp a little bit ago. I think he’s in the warrior’s den with Weedfoot.”
“Finally,” Oilpaw huffed. “We’ll talk after our exams!” Oilpaw jogged across the quiet, chilly camp.
The last leaves had drifted off the trees many days ago, leaving a nest of twisted branches in the distance behind the ginger apprentice. Sunhigh, that terrible time of day, inched close and clouded Oilpaw’s mind. Cold wind blew from the ocean and sent a shiver through Oilpaw. She picked up the pace and slowly approached the warrior’s den.
The den wasn’t the same rocky nook or shipwreck haven as the others, for none of the existing dens were big enough to hold all the future warriors of RippleClan. Instead, the whole Clan worked together to move rocks and brambles around a large open space that overlooked the sea. Downstar and Weedfoot carefully placed sturdy rocks and shipwreck wood around the den to form a roof, with a few support rocks firmly tucked into the sand. Maybe one day a bush would grow over the roof like in the apprentice’s den. But that would take many moons.
“You’re endangering her, Rustshade,” Weedfoot huffed inside the den. Oilpaw paused outside. She craned her ears to better listen. Since when did Weedfoot chastise a full-grown tom?
“I know that,” Rustshade groaned. “But it’s too late. The Clan has their suspicions, even if the code prevents them from asking. You’ve met her. This isn’t something she can handle alone.” Oilpaw bristled. Who was her dad talking about? Certainly not Oilpaw. No, Rustshade never thought of the daughter he took from WheatClan, the one whose mother gave her up without a fight.
Oilpaw stepped back and glanced around camp. No one else was around. She squared her jaw and snuck to the camp exit. She wasn’t going to wait around for Weedfoot or Rustshade, and if she spent any more time in camp, she would go insane.
(Oilpaw: 9, female, charismatic, morbidly curious)
(Carnationpaw: 7, female, compassionate, splashes in puddles)
(Weedfoot: 54, female, charismatic, very clever, formidable fighter)
(Rustshade: 62, male, sneaky, learner of lore)
While out alone, Oilpaw is lured by a tunnel under some disturbed sand.
[Image ID: Oilpaw faces a tunnel in the sand. The tunnel is a cat-trap tinged red along the bottom. Moonpaw lingers in the upper right corner.]
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“WheatClan’s leaders from the current to the first,” Oilpaw chanted as she jogged along the beach north of camp. “Let’s figure out which one was the worst! Sanderlingstar is doing alright. Podstar lost her teeth but never had a bite. Grebestar was boring, Pollenstar was nice, Tinystar… uh…” Oilpaw stopped. What did Tinystar do? Oilpaw groaned and racked her brain.
The ocean lapped at Oilpaw’s tail. She yelped at the cold and jumped back. As she shook the water off her tail, something glimmered in the corner of her eye. The perpetually cloudy skies had a small break that let the sun shine on a large pile of disturbed sand up the coast. It almost looked like a den.
Oilpaw jogged up to the den. Or was it a tunnel? The sand ate the light inside. The inner walls of the den-tunnel glistened and formed cross-hatch patterns. Rust ate at the bottom of the den. Oilpaw could smell something inside… food? It smelled like Downstar’s grilled fish, but better. She put a paw inside.
Something new shimmered in her eye. Oilpaw stepped back and looked south. A white cat lingered along the beach, watching Oilpaw. Green eyes met aqua blue without fear or hesitation.
“Hey!” Oilpaw yowled. “You can’t be here! This is RippleClan territory!” Oilpaw raced toward the cat and left stretched pawprints in the sand. The white cat strolled toward the trees beyond the beach. Oilpaw sped up. The white cat slipped behind a tree. Oilpaw spun around the tree… but saw nothing. The white cat was gone. In fact, Oilpaw didn’t smell any other cat nearby.
“What…” she muttered. A soft jingle fluttered from the beach. Oilpaw tensed as a small dog, no bigger than Oilpaw herself, scrambled along the shoreline. A jingling collar signaled its approach. Oilpaw stayed behind the tree. What was the word for a dog kittypet? A puppypet? That didn’t sound right.
Whatever the right word for the dog was, it skittered up to the tunnel. It sniffed Oilpaw’s prints and the cross-hatch inner wall. It wandered into the dark. A loud snap echoed across the beach. The dog yipped and yowled underneath the sand.
“Woah,” Oilpaw gasped. She ran back to the tunnel. An unseen cross-hatch wall now blocked the entrance to the sandy den. The dog slammed against the walls, crying. The sand crumbled away. What Oilpaw thought was a tunnel was actually a den made of metal. A bowl of fish chunks sat in the back of the den. The dog overturned it in its panic.
“Thanks for taking the hit for me,” Oilpaw muttered, unable to look away. Had she not chased after the white intruder… Maybe it was time for Oilpaw to head back to camp.
(Oilpaw: 9, female, charismatic, morbidly curious)
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When Oilpaw gets back, Downstar gives her some advice.
[Image ID: Downstar and Oilpaw face one another. Over Downstar, it says LEVEL UP! VALUABLE INSIGHT -> TRUSTED ADVISOR]
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Oilpaw scanned the entrance to camp. She couldn’t tell if anyone was nearby, for the entire area smelled like her Clanmates. The entrance was another of Downstar and Weedfoot’s constructions, similar to the warrior’s den. The pair dragged huge bramble thickets from the forest and settled them along the stone walls of camp. The brambles ran so deep that you could only land on the stones if you made a flying leap and prayed. The brambles only parted by the dirt place and the entrance. Oilpaw could only half-remember Downstar and Weedfoot triumphantly placing the brambles around camp and entering with pelts full of thorns. If Oilpaw wanted to get back into camp, she’d have to go through the entrance and pray.
She strolled into camp, hoping she looked nonchalant. Carnationpaw tended the oven flame while Scrubmask shared tongues with Rustshade. Oilpaw’s ears perked up. If she went straight to the apprentice’s den, maybe she could pretend she’d been napping through the blinding sunhigh hours and find Weedfoot for her assessment.
“How was your walk?” Downstar stood outside the apprentice’s den.
“Holy balls!” Oilpaw hissed as her back arched. “Downstar?”
“Did you have fun outside?” Downstar purred, flicking her ears to the entrance.
“I’m sorry for leaving camp, but everyone was busy,” Oilpaw huffed, smoothing her fur. “I was sick of waiting for Weedfoot.”
“Next time you sneak out of camp,” Downstar chuckled, shaking her head, “at least tell a friend where you’re going.”
“Wait, the next time? Aren’t you supposed to yell at me?”
“That would be rather hypocritical of me. Do you know how many times my mother or mentor had to drag me back to camp?” Downstar playfully shoved Oilpaw’s head down. “Just be smart about it.”
“So…” Oilpaw carefully slipped around Downstar and got a few steps close to the apprentice’s den.
“Oh you still have to answer to Weedfoot,” Downstar laughed, blocking Oilpaw’s path. She pointed her tail to her den. “She’s waiting for you in my den. If you’re polite, you’ll only get a quarter moon of sunhigh duties.” Oilpaw groaned and shoved her head in the soft sand.
(Oilpaw: 9, female, charismatic, morbidly curious)
(Downstar: 64, female, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)
Puddlespeckle eavesdrops on Weedfoot.
[Image ID: Downstar and Weedfoot face one another in the upper right corner. Puddlespeckle lurks on the left. Underneath him, it reads + DISLIKE: DOWNSTAR, WEEDFOOT]
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“I don’t like it,” Weedfoot sighed. “How are we supposed to trade with SlugClan and LynxClan if AshClan has to escort us to every meeting?”
“Agreed,” Downstar groaned. She sat in her boxed-in nest, itching her raw pads. “Walking outside the Clans isn’t an applicable solution. I don’t want to do that ever again.
“Autumnstar’s just taking his anger out on us,” Weedfoot scooted into the box and settled beside her friend and leader. “We can’t live under his paw like this. Downstar, I know we don’t want to solve all our problems with violence, but LynxClan gets to follow the border between SlugClan and WheatClan to visit AshClan, so we should be allowed to as well. Eventually, we’ll have to fight AshClan.”
“With what warriors? Maybe if everyone else was here…” Downstar ran a paw across the box floor. “WheatClan likes us. We would have to cross through their territory, but maybe Rustshade can convince them to be our escorts for now?”
“If you’re willing to risk run-ins with the humans. Downstar, I’m serious.” Weedfoot put her paw over Downstar’s. “I know what AshClan is like. They won’t give us any aid they don’t think we earned. It’s part of their history.”
“What do you mean?”
“There was a fire.” Weedfoot’s heart spasmed as Puddlespeckle lurked outside the den.
“Puddlespeckle, were you listening to our conversation?” Downstart huffed, getting out of her den.
“Many generations ago,” Puddlespeckle grunted, entering the den with a sneered lip, “when there were only three Clans, a great fire ravaged the territory. The Clans were ruined. Every leader lost their remaining lives. The Clans did not know what to do. In trying to help one another, they lacked the resources to even help themselves. Smokestar took our Clan further east and established a new home in the ashes. Everything they’ve earned, they’ve fought for. They maintain their land through the blood of their ancestors, and curse the stars, they’ll defend it.”
“Father…” Weedfoot sighed.
“Of course AshClan wants to keep an eye on us!” Puddlespeckle growled, thrashing his tail. “We took their land! Only a fool would try to fight AshClan. You’ll just burn like the rest of your friends.” Bile coated his last words. He stalked away before either molly could say a thing.
It would have been better if Puddlespeckle hit Weedfoot.
(Weedfoot: 54, female, charismatic, very clever, formidable fighter)
(Downstar: 64, female, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)
(Puddlespeckle: 131, male, strict, good hunter, good kitsitter)
#rippleclan story#fennelspot#RippleClan#RippleClan Clangen#Clangen#warriors#warrior cats#Downstar#Oilpaw#Rustshade#Weedfoot#Puddlespeckle#Carnationpaw
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Playtime During Grooming Time - TickleTober2023 Day 14 (Soft)
Summary: While Emery is trying to groom his pegasus, his winged friend wants to continue playing and finds a way to do just that while Emery is grooming her.
Word Count: 993
They say owning a horse is a lot of responsibility. Feeding it, grooming it, ensuring it gets enough exercise, and the like. However, when it comes to owning a pegasus, those responsibilities are the same, but just three times more complicated because you're not just taking care of a horse; instead, a horse with wings. Emery was one of many blessed but also burdened with those responsibilities.
"Come on, Axerria," Emery said, "Let's get you cleaned."
The pure white pegasus snorted as it followed the young man to the stables. Emery and Axerria were out taking a fly as they do every morning, and unbeknownst to the rider, Axerria had landed in a mud puddle, covering both of them with mud. Emery didn't mind getting dirty; it was normal when flying on a pegasus, but Axerria loved getting messy for whatever reason. Now, Emery was left with muddy armor and undergarments. After taking off his thin armor, he hung it on a nearby rack and sighed as he glanced at his muddy pegasus.
"Alright, Axerria, let's get you clean." Emery said, picking up a water bucket.
Emery didn't waste any time dumping the soapy water onto his pegasus. The winged horse snorted as it shook out her mane and wings, splashing Emery. The young man chuckled as he shielded himself from the water.
"Easy, girl!" Emery chuckled.
The young man picked up a wet rag before using it on the muddy spots on his pegasus. Axerria let out a content grunt as she leaned into her owner's touch. As Emery cleaned her, the pegasus turned to her owner and affectionately nuzzled her nose into Emery's side. The young man jumped with a squeal before shuffling away. Axerria tilted her head quizzically before she made the motion again, only this time, Emery breathed out a small giggle.
"E-Eheheheasy, Axerria," Emery chuckled, "I'm ticklihihihish."
Emery shouldn't have said that. His pegasus is known to be playful and sometimes mischievous, and now that she knows what she did tickled him, all hell was about to break loose. Axerria snorted before burying her muzzle into Emery's side, causing the young man to giggle softly.
"Axerriahahahaha! Cut it ohohohout!" Emery laughed, "I-I'm trying to grohohohohoom yohohohohou!"
The pegasus whinnied with a smile, not ceasing the tickling. Since Emery had on a loose, thin shirt, it did very little to protect him from his mischievous pegasus.
"Come ohohohohon, girl!" Emery giggled, "I neheheheed to get you clehehehehean! I cahahahan't if you're tihihihicklihihing mehehe!"
Axerria snorted before coming up with a sneaky idea. The pegasus shook out her wings and glided the feathers up and down Emery's other side. The young man jumped at the touch, and his giggles went up an octave.
"Yohohohou lihihihittle sneheheheheak! Ahahahehehehehehe!" Emery giggled, "Stohohohop! Axerria, thahahahat tihihihihickles!"
The pegasus neighed and continued her playful torment. Emery giggled madly, trying to protect his sides from his naughty friend. He tried to push away Axerria's head, but it wasn't going anywhere.
"Axerriahahahaha, plehehehase!" Emery giggled, "Hahahahaha! Let me grohohohohoom yohohou! That way, I cahahahahan clehehean mysehehehelf!"
The pegasus snorted and shook her head, surprising the young man.
"Whahahahat do you mehehan nohohohoho!?" Emery questioned, "It rehehehally tihihihickles!"
The winged horse's muzzle soon found a way to Emery's ribs, and the young man's giggles increased in volume.
"Nohohohoho! Bahahad pegasuhuhuhuhus!" Emery said half-heartedly, "Stop tihihihickling mehehehe!"
The pegasus whinnied again as she started gliding her wing up to his other rib, making Emery's knees hit the ground, sliding away from his pegasus's tickle attack.
"Okay, thahahat… was torture…" Emery panted.
However, Axerria wasn't done with him just yet. The pegasus kneeled before nuzzling her muzzle into Emery's neck, causing the young man to squeal and laugh.
"AHAHAXERRIAHAHA, NOHOHOHO!" Emery laughed, "NOT THEHEHERE! AHAHAHEHEHE!"
The winged horse smiled as she breathed softly through her nose against her owner's neck, making him fall back into her and laugh.
"COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!" Emery cried, "JUST LET MEHEHEHEHE- AHAHAHAHEHEHEHAHAHA! GROHOHOHOHOOM YOHOHOHOU!"
Axerria whinnied again before adding her wing into the mix. When her feathers brushed over Emery's neck, he felt a tickly shiver run down his spine as he squealed.
"EEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAA! WHY AHAHAHARE YOUR WINGS SO SOHOHOHOFT!?" Emery questioned, "IT'S AHAHAHAWFUHUHUL!"
The pegasus smiled as she playfully tormented her owner, watching him squirm and laugh adorably.
"NAHAHAHA! THAT'S SO BAHAHAHAD!" Emery laughed, "AXERRIA, PLEHEHEHASE! ENOHOHOHOHOHOHOUGH!"
In all honestly, Emery didn't mind this at all. While protesting, he wasn't making any real effort to try and stop his pegasus from tickling him. He needed this after a long morning of flying. Axerria snorted before pulling away from her owner, leaving him breathless.
"Thahahank yohohou…" Emery panted, giggling slightly.
Axerria snorted before nuzzling her cheek against her owner's. Emery chuckled as he patted the pegasus's head.
"I suppose I can forgive you for that unnecessary display of torture." Emery said sarcastically.
The winged horse whinnied, licking her owner's cheek affectionately. Emery smiled as he grabbed the fallen rag and stood up.
"So, are you gonna let me groom you now?" Emery asked.
Axerria neighed before straightening her posture. The young man smiled as he resumed his grooming. The pegasus stayed true to her word and didn't pull any more dirty little tricks while Emery groomed her. After a few minutes, Axerria was finally clean.
"There, all finished." Emery sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow.
The pegasus neighed as she reared, spreading out her now clean wings. Emery chuckled as he looked down at himself, still muddy.
"Now I have to get myself cleaned up before lunch." Emery said.
Axerria grunted before using her wing to dust off some dirt on her owner's cheek, causing Emery to giggle.
"Ahahaw, thahahahanks!" Emery giggled.
Seeing that her owner didn't mind, Axerria continued to dust off the mud and dust, only making Emery giggle more.
"Axerriahahaha, nohoho!" Emery giggled, "I know yohohohou're only tryihihing to help, buhuhut it tihihickles!
This was going to be a long afternoon.
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Married with Solomon
7/30
Don’t let this man cook. Ever. For the safety of your tastebuds and life
Plays little playful pranks on you like giving your phone wings to fly just above your reach
Helps teach you spells, potions and other magic and teases you by calling you his apprentice still
Has tricked you once to believing he forgot your anniversary though in reality was being sneaky to plan a surprise
Getting visits from Asmodeus and Barbatos occasionally and at random if Solomon is unable to check up on you
If you like swimming, doing water activities or going to the beach, good luck trying to convince him into going into the water
Jokes that he’s using you to get a pact with the brothers
Quickly your relationship together was very comfortable since you two are human and live in the same realm so you two could have more similarities, though now matter what races or realm you two came from; you’re sure the two of you were meant to be
Late at humid night just after a rainstorm, Solomon and you would get dressed in raincoats and boots just in case another shower were to come and head out to the forest. The two of you walking hand in hand, pointing out things to each other trying to recall if you need to gather that for potions. Usually you two would just go to the store to get the ingredients for the potions but occasionally, going out to gather them alone together was comforting. It’s also kind of fun and light hearted as if you two were children, going to jump in puddles to splash the other, chasing after frogs and fireflies, pointing out different flora and trying to identify them, flashing the flashlights into each other’s eyes before making a truce to stop but someone playfully breaking the truce. Then at the end, you two clean up and get dress in pajamas to lay beside each other. Content that you’ve found your other half.
#obey me shall we date#obey me#obey me headcanons#headcannons#obey me writing#obey me scenarios#shall we date obey me#shall we date solomon#obey me solomon#om! solomon#solomon x mc#king solomon#solomon obey me
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Types of pet regressors pt.2
Frog regressors
lots of jumping around, likes rain storms, like to splash in puddles, likes gardening, calm little ones, ribbit ribbit
Dino regressors
big and strong babs, dino nuggies, stomps around, likes dinosaur train, tough, likes earthy colors, likes to knock over blocks, rawr!
Ducky regressors
waddles, loves bubble baths, bread snacks, enjoys swimming, quack quack
Fox regressors
creative, very sly, mischievous and sneaky, very smart, chicken nuggies and berries!
Raccoon regressors
mischievous little ones, playful, very hyper, nibbles on their food, loves snacks, collects things (usually shiny things)
#as a regressor ☆#text post ☆#sfw agere#agere caregiver#agere#agere blog#agere textpost#agereg community
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Hi, it's the same anon who requested for the whole reader with the bow thing and I have only ONE thing to say: Perfection 🤩🤩 It was AWESOME and OMG, I can't stop gushing about it. Sorry 😅 But if it's not too much, do you mind making a part 2? You can conclude it if you want in part 2. I'm curious to know how she's going to react to when she finally gets kidnapped. Oh, you can make it like she's deathly scared of injections like me lol, I have a HUGE fear of them. So, like she's fighting some assassins and suddenly Damian pulls a sneaky move and sneaks up on her and pierces a needle into her skin and BOOM! She gets kidnapped. Btw, reader/ Alexa's inspiration to being single comes from the maiden Greek goddess of hunting Artemis. She's my inspiration too and she needs no man to take care of her :) Sorry for my rambling TvT And hope you have a nice day thank you <3
Broken Truth (Tail waves): So, Alexa shall have Trypanophobia - an extreme fear of medical procedures involving injections or hypodermic needles; I think I can make those words dance. I'm glad to know you liked it and Artemis is actually my favorite Greek Goddess.
Athena (Somewhere Else): WHAT DID YOU SAY?!
Broken Truth (Shivering): NOTHING! LET THE WORDS WEAVE TOGETHER BEFORE I'M DONE FOR!!!
[Unknown Location]
[Alexa groaned as the aching in her head began to fade a bit before she opened her eyes - a white fog was all she saw; blinking a few times removed it and made her sight clear again and she took in the unfamiliar environment around her. She was in a brick room & from the light that came from the barred window - it was still daytime. The door that was across from her was black metal and - from the sliding viewer in the door - she could tell she was in a cell of some kind; a prisoner's cell? She wasn't sure. When feeling got back to the rest of her body, she looked around to see she was cuffed to some kind of metal wheel, her wrists & ankles secured over her head and spread apart so that they wouldn't touch each other.]
Broken Truth: For reference - Think of the contraption Heteric had Bruce secured in they captured him & Damian in Batman: Bad Blood.
Alexa (Looks at the contraption that held her - at the computer that as hooked up to it and the wire's connected to the machine, connected to her) (Thinking): 'What is this? How did I get here? Where even is here?'
[The girl knew panicking would get her nowhere so she closed her eyes and focused - trying to remember the last thing before she woke up here.]
[She was... She was in Gotham, she remembered that - making portals around her house. Why was she making portals there? She went deeper into her mind and found the answer - She received a present, no - it wasn't a present, it was a sword. A sword from the League of Assassins. Now, she remembered - It was an invitation from Talia Al Ghul & Ra's Al Ghul: An Invitation to join the League of Assassins, to join their family as the Wife of Damian. When she unsheathed the blade - there was a time & a location; they wanted to meet her. She knew they weren't going to leave her alone until she spoke with them.]
[At Midnight - The top of the Warehouse in the Abandoned Industrial District; the place she killed Talia's men with a single arrow.]
[Alexa's feet splashed in the shallow puddles that the pouring rain made when they reached the room - in her Archer's Gear but with her neck gaiter down, showing the glare on her face as she stood before Talia Al Ghul and her Assassins, her hand clenched around the sheathing of the sword she was given. While the protective clothing was waterproof, her dark brown hair was soaked in the downpour.]
Talia Al Ghul (Smiling at Alexa): I see you've got our invitation. What's your answer?
Alexa (Frowns and throws the sword to Talia's feet): I've told you the same thing for the last 6 months - I want nothing to do with you, your son, your organization, or your father! Nothing! I want you to leave me the hell alone and stop chasing after me as if I owe you something!
Talia Al Ghul (Frowning): I thought you would say that. (Snaps her fingers) Secure her for transport.
[The Assassins that protected Talia charged at Alexa, causing the Archer to summon her bow and begin the battle. Even in close combat, Alexa's skills with her bow her unmatched - one by one, Talia's men fell but she didn't look concerned. When the last one fell, Alexa pointed her bow at the green-eyed woman with a glare of hatred in her eyes.]
Alexa (Lightly Panting): You gonna stop sending men after me now?
Talia Al Ghul (Closes her eyes and nods): Yes.
[Alexa began to lower her bow until she saw the smile on Talia's face.]
Talia Al Ghul (Smirking and opens her eyes): Because we have you now.
[Alexa was about to question her when she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck - the effect as instant. Alexa became sluggish as her vision blurred, making her drop the bow in her hands making it dispel away. Alexa began to fall forward but she was caught in the arms of another - the harder she fought, the more exhausted she became until her mind slipped into nothingness.]
Alexa (Opened her eyes - a glare upon her face as her brown eyes began bleeding gold): Those bastards... They drugged me and abducted me.
[Just then: The door on the far side of the room & two people walked in - The Familiar Face of Talia Al Ghul & An Older Man - He looked dangerous - he must have been the Head Demon: Ra's Al Ghul.]
Talia Al Ghul (Walks over to the bound girl with a smile): I see that you are awake.
Alexa (Narrows her eyes): What? Expected your little knockout serum to last longer?
Talia Al Ghul (Walks over to the computer and sits in the chair before it, typing away on the keyboard): A Cruel Method but necessary - without it, we couldn't have gotten you here unscathed.
Alexa: Maybe you should have just let me the hell alone like I asked you to do.
Ra's Al Ghul (Shaking his head): Out of the question - My Grandson loves you & you are more than worthy of becoming one with the Al Ghul family; you just need some time to realize that.
Alexa: If I didn't 'realize' that 6 months ago - then it's not gonna happen.
Ra's Al Ghul (Looks at Talia): Anything?
Talia Al Ghul: No, Father - nothing out of the ordinary. No genetic mutations could have caused this use of Elemental Magic. She appears to be completely human.
Alexa: Because I am! Gods, you both are morons, just like that overgrown child who can't accept 'no' for an answer.
Talia Al Ghul (Raises from the computer and stands before the bound Alexa): You just act accept the fact you are destined to be with my son.
Alexa (Scoffs & Chuckles): If I was destined to be with your son - The Oracles would have told me but - just like the Huntress Artemis - I don't need or want a man to take care of me when I can take care of myself.
Talia Al Ghul: It doesn't matter what you say - you shall be one with my son, he is away with his father for the rest of the month but that gives us enough time to groom you into a proper partner for Damian.
Alexa (Chuckles before full-blown laughing): AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!
Ra's Al Ghul (Narrows his eyes): I fail to see what is funny. With your hands apart, you cannot summon your bow or arrows, thus you are trapped here.
Alexa (Takes a calming breath): You really think my power is limited t using my bow and arrows - False, that's just what I prefer in a fight. (Narrows eyes with a wide smirk) Just where do you think the power in my arrows comes from?
[Before either Father or Daughter could answer - Alexa's right hand opened widely as blue electrical sparks danced along her flesh before spreading to the contraption that held her. Talia moved away just in time thinking the thing was going to blow but all it did was open the locks and Alexa was free, her hand still sparking with electric power as she lifted it to her face.]
Alexa (Smirks at Talia and Ra's): I do love the look on a person's face when they realized they bit off more than they could chew. (Holds her hand out in their direction - a blue ball of light begins to form in her palm)
[Ra's and Talia get out of the room just as a blue bullet of hot blue flame shoots past them and crashed into the wall outside the cell. Alexa moved her hand to face the wall that held the window and blasted it out - the smoke giving her cover to open a portal and jump through, it closed just as the smoke cleared and Ra's and Talia ran back into the room.]
Ra's Al Ghul (Clenching his teeth): Damn it, she's escaped us again. We'll never get her at this rate.
Talia Al Ghul: Relax, Father; I had a backup just in case something like this happened. (Walked over to the machine and clicked a few buttons on the keyboard when a small compartment opened and she reached in - pulling out a vial of blood)
[Alexa's Blood...]
[End]
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Goretober 2021 Day 13: Consistency
This morning went more or less how the rest have gone for the past two weeks:
Sally and I got up, sat on the porch for a while, then came in to take a bath around noon. Sal was in the door first, so he turned the water on and added the suds, then remembered we should probably grab some fresh towels, and left me to adjust the heat as the water ran. Knowing the rate the basin filled by now, I left to refill my coffee mug, then returned to find him undressing in front of the sink. I stepped forward to turn off the tap, stripped off my pajamas, then lowered myself into the tub in my usual spot, leaving room for him to sink in next to me.
Our days had fallen into a pleasant routine, and so I nearly jumped out of my skin when Sal suddenly let out a yelp and jerked backwards when he had at first so casually stepped into the water, as he had a dozen times before now. He tripped over the lip of the tub and ended up with his back on the tile, exclaiming with a mix of pain and confusion and holding his foot. Looking closely, there were four tiny pinpricks of blood on the sole, all neatly in a row.
I stayed still, watching as he cautiously dipped his hand below the bubbles, blindly feeling around the bottom of the tub for whatever had punctured his skin. Something metallic slid against the tile. He tapped it gently with his finger tips before he withdrew his hand from the water, clutching a fork.
He looked at it, and then at me. We stared at each other, unsure what exactly to make of it, before suspicion started to rear its ugly head.
He sighed. “...If this is your way of asking me to take away your fork privilages, it’s not cute.”
“Wait, you think I put that there?”
“Well I didn’t put it there. I mean you weren’t really sneaky about it. I saw you go to the kitchen right before you came back in here.”
“I went to get coffee! You saw me when I came back, my mug was all I had in my hands!”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t account for what was in your pockets.”
“What? Sal, how could you... I would never do that!”
“Why would I do that to myself, then?”
I didn’t have an answer.
He looked away from me. “...You’re mad at me because of the stew, aren’t you?”
“No, I-”
“Mitchie, I don’t know how it happened, I swear- The bag with the first aid kit must have gotten turned over, or squished together in the trunk when I went over a bump, or maybe some sicko was getting his kicks by sticking needles in shit at the grocery store, and we were the saps who didn’t notice that the packaging was full of holes? ...God, that just sounds like some stupid urban myth ...I’ve been wracking my brain all day. I can’t find a good excuse, but I swear, I didn’t mean to hurt you-”
“I didn’t think you did. I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose, I’ve told you that before.”
“So then why did you put a fork on my side of the tub then?”
“I DIDN’T-”
We went in circles for a short while, until we noticed that the blood from Sals foot had begun to drip to the floor, mixing with the puddle of water and soap suds he’d made with his earlier splash.
We put a pin in our conversation, for lack of a better term, in favor of drying off, stopping the bleeding, and bandaging the wound. Neither of us have brought the fork up again so far this evening, and both of us decided to have cereal for dinner. It has been quiet, but tentatively peaceful, and I’m hoping we’ll be able to go to bed, forget this second little hiccup, and fall right back into our new routine come morning.
[Not wanting to rouse the elephant in the room, I haven’t mentioned to him that there were no needles missing from the first aid kit yet.]
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chapter 004 - lightning boy + thunder girl ( night three )
❝KAMINARI looked down proudly at his creation. Glancing up at the person attached to the hand he drew on.
"You got a problem with that?" He faked an attitude.
Her grin grew, "Nope."
"Good, it's your turn." The boy placed the pen in her dominant hand and watched eagerly as she drew an O in a left-corner box.
The two passed a single marker back and forth. Filling up each individual box, flooding the girl's skin with ink.
"Playing defense, dear ( l/n )?" Kaminari cooed.
"Possibly." The girl was too focused to let his sneaky small-talk distract her. She handed him the marker. "Why?" With a smirk, their eyes met again. However, the girl was no longer covered in fluttering butterflies. At this moment she was a lioness. Stalking her falsely proud prey, preparing for the pounce.
"I would say that's a pretty smart strategy," Kaminari played his next move. This time blocking her two straight marks on the top row. "But it's not going to win." His ego grew alongside the grin on his face.
( y/n ) pouted, "Come on Kami. Aren't you supposed to go easy on me?" The girl played a simpler move, plopping a mark in the lower corner. Not surrounded by one of her pawns. "Oops." She sighed with defeat.
The boy plotted. Making his planned second to the last move. He laughed at her request. "Sorry ( y/n ), but-"
He was cut off by ( y/n )'s final mark. "Checkmate! Or um, what do you say in Tic-Tac-Toe?" She paused to think as the yellow boy froze in shock of his loss, "Tickity-Tackity-Toes, Denki Kaminari." The girl exclaimed with pride.
"B-But," he was left astounded as the girl beside him snickered with success. Kaminari was surprised at his loss. The boy was positive he would have won, and he had no intentions of losing. After all, he was a persistent hero in training. "Rematch! I call rematch!" Kaminari jumped up and chanted.
"Oh, you're on goat eyes!" The girl excitedly took on his challenge, giggling with a glow in her eyes.
The pair continued to play. Coating each square inch of their skin. Smearing blue ink across their limbs. Two competitive heroes were sprawled on the floor as ( y/n ) drew the final board below the boy's right knee. Right now the score was marked;
Lightning boy - 25
Thunder girl - 26
( y/n ) absolutely despised the nickname. Which made Kaminari love it even more.
The girl sighed with proud eyes. "I guess you could try and tie it. But your sad skills will never live up to mine." ( y/n ) moved her pawn in a corner spot and handed him the pen. The boy flicked her forehead and snatched the blue utensil.
"You underestimate the megamind I contain."
( y/n ) ceased to contain her laughter. "I think you mean mastermind-" Bubbles of giggles popped from her lips. Kaminari found it hard to concentrate on his next play with the sparkling sound. Her laughs sounded like the sprinkling of soft April showers. The ones that brought May flowers. Attaching joy and light with every dewdrop. Her happiness matched that of Spring. The boy adored Spring.
"Ya know." Still waiting for his move, she began to converse. Unknowingly bringing Kaminari's attention back to the game. "My mom never let me drawn on myself."
The boy hummed for her to continue. He was shaking the remnants of the pen, trying to regain flow in the limited blue color. While simultaneously rummaging through his recent thoughts.
"I don't know. She always had weird strict rules like that. Growing up, I wasn't allowed to watch shows with people in them. Or listen to country music."
Kaminari snorted at the prior.
Which continued ( y/n )'s laughter from before. "I'm serious. She is full of ridiculous rules."
The rain began to hit the ground a little harder. Sounds of splashing puddles surrounded the area. But the two were in their own world drawing shapes on Kaminari's leg. The score was lost. it no longer mattered and faded into the evening. Or would it be morning? Time also began to lose purpose in their world.
And in this world, there was just one problem. No more canvas. The two had their limbs inked with blue doodles. There was nowhere to continue, and it wasn't like they wanted to stop.
Mindlessly clicking the mechanism submerged in thought. The girl was struck with a bright idea. She pulled the boy in front of her closer. Gently pressing the tip of the tool to his forehead drawing an X.
( y/n ) leaned back to examine her fine artistry.
"And what was that for?" He smiled.
She stood up, casually looking behind her shoulder at the boy with a shrug. "For future reference. So I know not to flick your megamind." ( y/n ) teased.
As the girl began to move she felt a force pull her down. Back onto the ground held by the boy. Kaminari snatched the marker from her grasp and drew a big circle on her soft cheek. Recreating her previous motions, he pulled back surveying his masterpiece.
"There."
( y/n ) repeated the boy's question from mere moments ago. "What was that for?"
"Now we're even."
"Even," The girl returned his words.
It seemed to her, that when he spoke the world listened. She heard nothing but him. The axis stopped spinning, just for an instant, waiting for his words. Wherever he went her mind seemed to follow.
"Wait!" Kaminari's exclamation shook the dreamy-eyed girl out of her otherworldly daze.
"Wait?" She began to question.
He pulled her into his lap. Igniting the pen once more. Making dashes and doodles about her cheek. "Now it's finished." The girl started to raise her fingers to her cheek, only to be stopped by his hands. "It'll smudge."
She hummed. "And what might it be?"
"Well, an artist must always add their marks."
"Kaminari, did you sign my face?"
A smug emotion pulled at his features. "Of course I did- ( y/n )!"
She silently drew his face closer to hers. Tracing the lines of her signature across his cheek. "Even." ( y/n ) plainly stated.
"Kami I-." She started.
"Yes?" His bright eyes glowed hazy, like the soft melted gold of dawn.
"I-," she bit her lip searching for the words. Alas, tonight she settled for "I had fun tonight. Thank you." A shining smile bloomed on her face as she recalled the full night they had together.
Something changed in his eyes, she couldn't exactly read what but the golden globes lost a sense of curiosity? She couldn't quite tell, but they weren't the same as moments prior.
"Me too." He shared a small smile as well.
"Goodnight dear Lightning boy."
She saw a smirk adorn his features at the nickname. As the girl got up to leave she heard a faint, "Goodnight darling thunder girl."
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After
Summary: Imagine having your heart broken and none other than your best friend comes to the rescue. Old feelings emerge and you're stuck facing the fact that you were never really over Peter Parker.
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Warnings: Spoilers for the movie 'After' on Netflix. If you plan on watching that movie, do not read this. Trust me. The big twist in the movie is what I'm using here to kick start things off.
He lied.
He lied and they all knew.
Your mind keeps playing over the last half hour, uncaring that you've been walking in the pouring rain for just as long. Your heart is completely shattered and your stomach is in knots over how stupid you'd been. And since your thoughts are all over the place, you don't second guess yourself when you plop down on a random bench in the middle of a park. A sob escapes your mouth, then another and you angle your face towards the sky to let the rain wash away your tears.
You don't know how long you've been sitting in the rain, all cried out, but eventually you start to shiver. You're completely soaked through and you're pretty sure the phone in your pocket is no good. And given that your roommate was one of the several who'd betrayed you and you pushed away all your own friends when you were in love, there's not exactly anywhere you can go.
The only thing you can do is hope to find a hotel room just for the night, but even then you're not sure how much money is in your bank account. So with your only plan crumbling before it could fully form, you pull yourself to your feet and make up your mind to find some sort of shelter for the night.
You haven't even taken seven steps when a familiar voice freezes you in your place. "Y/N? Are you okay?"
Hesitantly turning around, you self consciously cross your arms over your chest right before you spot Spiderman who's clinging to the side of a light pole. "Hey, Pet- uh, Spiderman. H-How are you?" Your shivering makes you stammer and you clamp your teeth to keep them from chattering.
"I'm good," he answers, his head tilting in curiosity. "What are you doing out in the rain, Y/N?"
"Oh. You know, just enjoying the-"
"Y/N."
You sigh, your arms dropping. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Go back to your dorm. Your immune system sucks. Always has."
"I.. I can't."
"Why?"
"I don't-"
"-wanna talk about it," Peter sighs. "I figured." He drops from the pole, water splashing beneath his feet as he closes the distance between the two of you. You tense, but he stops just shy of touching you and you refuse to look up and meet his gaze. "Climb on. It'll be like old times," he finally says. "We'll stay at May's and then I'll swing you by your dorm in the morning."
"I don't want to burden May with-"
"Y/N," Peter muses quietly. His hand reaches up to touch just beneath your chin and he angles your face so you're staring at his own mask covered face. "May loves you. She's always loved you," he tells you. "Now climb on. I can get us there quicker than you can run."
As he holds his arms out at his sides you stare at him in disbelief. For a moment your heartache disappears and you bark out a quick laugh. Memories from high school come flooding back- memories of Peter telling you about his superpowers and then he swinging you around the city when you needed to get out of your mind.
Peter continues to hold still, and with a fond eye roll you hook you right arm around his neck and slide your left arm under his own left arm to grasp onto your own hand behind his back. Then with a quick jump, Peter catches the back of your thighs as you hook your legs around his waist. "Yep. This is totally going to end well," you deadpan.
He chuckles. "Name one time that I've dropped you or I stumbled while carrying you?"
"Don't jinx it, Spiderman." You tuck your face into the side of his neck and when you feel Peter finally lift off the ground you tighten your hold on him.
Swinging through the city while soaking wet is possibly the dumbest idea you've ever had and the second you softly curse about the cold, Peter apologizes.
Then when the swinging stops you lift up your head and shakily unwind yourself from Peter. You see you're standing in front of his old apartment building and stare up at him in confusion. "I can't exactly be sneaky with a passenger going through a window," he says. "Walk up to May's and meet me there."
"O-Okay."
Entering the apartment building, you hesitate at the elevator before deciding to use the stairs. You glance at the door and see Peter waving at you before he's off, and then you make your way up to May's apartment- an apartment you spent nearly half your life visiting up until about a year ago.
When you get to the door, you've barely raised your hand to knock as it's being yanked open. Aunt May is as beautiful as you remember, round glasses perched on the bridge of her nose and long brown hair hanging passed her shoulders.
With a towel hanging off her shoulder, aunt May tugs you into her home. "Oh Y/N." She frowns as she pulls the towel off her shoulder to wrap around your own shoulders, attempting to soak up the water by furiously rubbing your arms up and down. "I have no idea what's going on, but I can see something clearly happened."
You smile sadly. "Peter warn you?"
"Hmm? Not really. He just threw a towel at me and told me to open the door. He got called away- said he'll be back as soon as he can and that you're spending the night with us."
"Of course," you sadly huff. Aunt May leads you towards the kitchen and you take a seat at her table. Wrapping the towel tighter around yourself, your swollen eyes follow May as she bustles around the kitchen. "And thanks. For putting up with me. I practically dropped off the face of the Earth, but you and Peter just took me right back in."
"You're family, Y/N. Everyone has rough patches or whatever going on, so everyone is allowed their space to find themselves."
Watching Aunt May prepare what looks to be hot chocolate, you nervously tap your thumb ring against the edge of the table. "I wasn't- I didn't.." you trail off, sighing. "I was stupid."
"You weren't stupid; you were in love, sweetheart." Your head snaps up and May grins at you while whisking the chocolate in its pan. "Peter moped when you weren't around. And when Peter mopes, he talks."
"Of course he did." You roll your eyes, but smile sheepishly nonetheless when she winks at you. "I missed him too if it's any consolation, but-"
"But college brings fresh faces and personalities, and you got distracted? It happens."
A fresh wave of tears make an appearance, but you keep on smiling as you wipe them away. "Xavier was everything I thought I wanted," you say, accepting the hot mug of chocolate from May as she sits across from you. "We met during a game of truth or dare where I was dared to make out with him, but.."
"But?" She asks, intrigued.
"I wasn't feeling it. I was still confused over my feelings for my best friend, so I kind of teased Xavier with an almost kiss before rejecting him and quitting the game. Little did I know," you say, smile wobbling and voice thickening, "they continued playing. He, uh, he made a bet that he could make me fall in love with him and then he'd just walk away from me as if it were no big deal."
"Oh Y/N," May coos in sympathy. As you choke down your sobs, she stands up and walks around the table to pull you up onto a hug. "I'm so sorry."
"Everyone knew but me. I pushed away everyone I knew and surrounded myself with him and his friends, and they knew! I only found out because his ex-whatever set us up and cornered him into telling me the truth. Only he didn't, so she showed me the video of that night from our truth or dare game. She had kept recording after I left and I saw everything I wasn't supposed to."
"Excuse my language, but he's a piece of shit. Her too since she did it maliciously." You snort and then after several long seconds you pull away. Wrapping the towel tighter around you again, May frowns as she looks you up and down. "You're skipping classes tomorrow. Peter too," she says. "And right now you're going to go take a hot shower while I find you some fresh clothes."
"May, you don't have to-"
"I know, but I want to. Now go. You know where the shower is. I'll leave the clothes on the toilet lid."
A refusal is on the tip of your tongue, but at her intense stare you can only nod in acceptance. Then taking a couple more sips of your hot chocolate, you set the mug in the sink before heading off towards the bathroom and immediately start the shower.
As the water heats up, you shut the door without latching it so May can walk in with the fresh clothes. Then stripping out of your own clothes and leaving it all in the sink as to not start a puddle on the floor, you shakily step in behind the curtain.
The hot water feels heavenly, the temperature on the verge of stinging, but you're still so cold that you continue to stand there until the chill in your bones goes away. Then and only then do you worry about washing your hair and body.
May had entered halfway through your shower, leaving the clothes on the toilet as promised and then locking the door behind her. You're able to dress in peace without worry that someone would be walking in on you- you only realizing after you're fully dressed that May had left you with nothing but Peter's clothes. Then comfortably dressed and rubbing the towel over your hair, you exit the bathroom only to find that May's made you some soup. You eat in relative silence, grateful that May doesn't attempt any form of small talk.
After you've eaten and have brushed your hair, May nudges you into Peter's room.
"Go on. I never got rid of the bunk beds since Peter still stays here more than his dorm."
"Thank you, May. For everything."
"It's not a problem, sweetheart. Goodnight."
"Night."
Peter's room is exactly as you remember it, but instead of trying to find any new additions you immediately pull back the covers to the bottom bunk and curl up underneath them. You try not to think about the night's earlier events, but they come rushing back no matter what.
As you're laying there, curled up, the bedroom window slides open. Peter crawls in and then drops from the ceiling, and you slightly uncurl yourself to watch him. "Out saving more damsels, Parker?"
He pulls off his mask, smiling, and then taps the spider in the middle of his chest so the rest of the suit loosens. "You were my last damsel." You've seen Peter shirtless more than a handful of times, but there's something far more intimate about him undressing with the only light source coming from the moon through his window. So the second the band of his briefs come into view, you pull the blanket up to your face to shield your eyes. Peter chuckles. "Mr. Stark just wanted to talk about our monthly game night. It's mandatory the team show up."
"Game night? You superheroes have game night?"
"Jealous?"
"Actually, yeah." As Peter climbs up onto the top bunk, you flop onto your back and pull the blanket off your face. Then staring up at the bottom of the top bunk, you sigh. "Remember when we were obsessed with charades? Ned was so competitive and I was a shitty artist."
Peter sighs. "I miss those days. Everything was so easy back then."
"Yeah. Then the real world got scary, we matured faster than we were supposed to, and I- I became an asshole."
"You're not an asshole, Y/N. You just followed your own path."
"What a sucky path that turned out to be."
There's a brief moment of silence and then, "What happened tonight? Why were you sitting alone in the rain?"
"I thought May would have told you by now."
"I called her, but she said this was something you had to tell me. She was upset by whatever it was."
Your bottom lip wobbles, but you quickly sink your teeth into it. Inhaling and then shakily exhaling, you tell him. "Remember Xavier? Remember how everyone told me he'd only break my heart?"
The bed frame creaks and you startle when you see Peter's upside down head from where he's leaning over the side of the top bunk. "Name the time and place. Spiderman will pay him a visit." You snort. "I'm serious, Y/N. Just say the word and-"
"And nothing. What's done is done." Peter refuses to lay back down, he choosing to continue staring at you from his upside down position. Sighing softly, you say, "If you really want to do something, then can you ever forgive me for being a shitty friend? That's all I ask."
"There was never anything to forgive." You lean up on your elbows, staring in surprise. Peter grins. "Now get some sleep. Tomorrow we're skipping classes and I'll swing you by your dorm to pick up a few changes of clothes. It's the weekend and we're staying with May."
"Fine."
True to May and Peter's words, they hadn't let you attend your morning classes the following morning. Instead you had slept in, then Peter woke you with promises of a hot breakfast courtesy of May herself. You had used Peter's laptop to email your Professors after lunch and since you were such an excellent student, your Professors had no problem emailing you the work you had missed. Then after your stomach had settled, Peter and May drove you back to your dorm.
Peter escorted you inside with his hands tucked deep into his pockets, and you avoided the stares you both garnered. By now everyone was bound to know about the end of your relationship with Xavier, so seeing you with Peter would most likely be the hottest gossip as soon as you were out of sight. Your roommate had been in the room when you'd opened the door, but she clammed up when she saw you weren't alone. She tried to pretend to read, but it was obvious she was staring as Peter helped you pack a bag.
You stay with Peter and May over the weekend, turning your phone off and ignoring anyone attempting to get a hold of you. And within that small time frame, you're reminded all over again how and why you fell for your best friend years ago.
You're dreading being back on campus, but you can't avoid it forever. Peter escorts you back to your dorm room and promises he's only a text or call away, and you enter your dorm to prepare yourself for the week to come.
Some of the friends you made while with Xavier are more than content to ignore your existence, but some actually express guilt for not speaking up. Your roommate, in particular, expresses extreme guilt. She corners you one day after classes and apologizes for not saying anything. She actually quite liked you and when Xavier first made his interests known, she thought you'd continue to deny him. But you didn't and the more time passed, the more she found herself at a loss of how to tell you what she knew. She didn't want you to hate her, but in the end that's exactly what happened. You accepted her apology, but there was no forgiving or forgetting. At least not yet.
The first week post-breakup then passes with relative ease, you only having to shut down Xavier a total of three times when he attempts to talk to you in order to explain himself. You don't care that he's sorry or that he claims he actually did fall in love with you. The start of your relationship was based off of a lie and he tried his best to keep you in the dark about it. In your books, there was no forgiving that.
The weekend is upon you once again and it seems like your roommate hasn't got plans of her own. The silence is awkward and the tension is palpable, and you almost audibly thank the Fates when there's a knock on the door. When your roommate doesn't immediately stand up to answer it, but instead frowns because she wasn't expecting anyone herself, you get up and yank the door open. Standing in the hallway, sheepishly, is Peter.
"Petey? What are you doing here?"
The bed behind you creaks and you know your roommate's interest has been piqued. Rolling your eyes, you meet Peter's amused expression as he tries not to peer over your shoulder. "It's game night. You're my partner."
"Uhh.."
"Come on, Y/N," he teases. "I told you about game night."
"Yeah, but you didn't say I was invited," you tell him, eyes slightly bulging. "Christ, Petey, your game night is at Stark Tower. A little warning would have been nice."
The gasp behind you goes ignored. "Too bad. Put on some shoes and grab your phone. Mr. Stark has a car waiting for us downstairs."
With a groan you turn around and do as Peter told you. You grab your dorm keys and phone, and pocket them, and then you shove your feet into a pair of shoes. Then without even acknowledging your roommate, you step out of the room while linking your arm with Peter's and shutting the door. Halfway down the hall, you say, "I hate you. You did that on purpose."
"Someone has to show them that you're better off."
You laugh. "You're terrible. Everyone I used to associate with will know where I'm headed within the next ten minutes." Peter only smirks in response and then when you get downstairs, sure enough there's a car waiting. You're expecting a normal driver, so you nearly choke on your tongue when Peter introduces you to Steve Rogers and he to you. "For fuck's sake, Petey," you hiss while punching his arm. "You can't just introduce me to people like this without notice."
From the driver's seat, Steve chuckles. "That'd be my fault. I volunteered to drive Peter at the last second."
"He still could have texted me," you grumble. Then scooting forward in your seat to reach up front, you offer your hand. "Hi. It's nice to meet you. I swear I have actual manners."
Steve smiles. "We've recently heard a lot about you."
"All good, I hope."
"Well," he teases, lips quirking.
"He's lying," Peter muses. "It's always good."
"Mhm." As you then settle back into the seat and buckle up, Peter grins from one seat over. "So what game is being played that you needed a partner for?" But before he can answer, your phone dings several times, back to back. You glance at the screen to see the message previews and roll your eyes, then angling your phone so Peter can read it. He huffs a laugh.
"What is it?" Steve wonders, glancing at the two of you in the rear view mirror.
"The ex," you tell him as you pocket your phone. "He's not too thrilled Peter picked me up from my dorm."
"He's also not too thrilled that Y/N apparently parties with Avengers now." Steve raises an eyebrow at him through the mirror and Peter shrugs. "I might have name dropped Tony before we left."
Steve fondly shakes his head. "Well if you don't mind me asking, how recent is this ex if he's upset that Peter picked you up?"
"We broke up a couple weeks ago."
"Mutual breakup?" You meet Steve's gaze in the mirror, and smiling sadly you shake your ahead. When you avert your gaze, Steve takes the hint and changes the topic. "So tonight's game will be easy if you've watched a lot of movies growing up. The game will only work in your favor if your partner is or near the same age as you because JARVIS uses an algorithm to determine which movies to pick for each couple based on their ages."
"Watched a lot of movies?" You ask. Glancing at Peter, you slowly smile. "Movie quotes?"
"Movie quotes."
"Yes!" You cheer. Looking back at the rear view mirror, you explain for Steve when you catch his curious gaze. "My family and I, we watched a lot of movies. And then when we moved next door to Peter and aunt May, he got dragged into our movie nights as well. It first started off with music. If my mom heard a song, she'd glance around and ask 'what movie?' and we had to guess which movie we heard that song in."
"Then after Mrs. Y/L/N passed away, Y/N's brother took up the game, but with movie quotes instead."
"So basically you're going to be the team to beat."
"Damn right we are." You and Peter share a knowing smirk, and you know tonight is going to be fun.
- - - - - - - - - -
Being introduced to full-fledged superheroes is a bit surreal, but you're only starstruck for a few minutes before you start to see them as normal people. Especially when Clint and Bucky start a mini food fight with the popcorn.
You can see the others take a shine to you when you loosen up around them, and you find that their gazes never stray too far from you and Peter. But eventually you wander off and it doesn't take the girls long to corner you in the kitchen for some girl talk.
"So you and Peter, huh?" Natasha muses. "That's adorable."
You can't help the blush that blossoms as you grab a water from the refrigerator. "Petey's my best friend."
"A best friend that you're in love with," Wanda says, slowly grinning.
"I-"
"Nat. Wanda, leave her alone," Pepper says. "Peter said to make Y/N feel welcomed, not interrogate her."
"It's okay," you chuckle. "If anyone is gonna interrogate me about the Peter situation, I rather it be you than May. She's too close to us and it's weird."
"Good." Wanda leans her elbows on the kitchen island, setting her chin in her right palm. "So what's going on? That boy has been awfully cheerful these past few weeks and you're all he seems to want to talk about."
Fiddling with the cap of your water, you grin bashfully. "I.. honestly don't know. Peter and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember, but then feelings got mixed in and we were in an awkward stage. College happened and I- I got distracted by the bad boy."
"What happened with that, if you don't mind me asking," Pepper wonders. "Tony had called Peter over one night and he was in a hurry to get back to you. He kept mentioning finding you in the rain and he didn't know what was going on, only that he had never seen you like that before."
Your smile briefly falters and you glance back towards the sitting area where the boys are still poking fun at one another. Then looking back at the girls, you tell them. "I started dating this guy. I guess you could call it puppy love or whatever, and in the process I sort of cut ties with everyone and put all my focus into my relationship." You sigh, shaking your head at your own stupidity. "I fell in love and I thought he fell in love too, but it turned out that our relationship was based off of a bet. He bet his friends that he could get me to fall in love with him, and when I did then he'd drop me without even batting an eye."
The girls are quiet and when you chance a look at each of them, you see the anger written in their expressions.
"So he broke up with you," Natasha says calmly. Too calmly.
"Not exactly. I think he might have fallen in love too, so he tried to keep me from finding out about the bet. But one of his ex flings got jealous and showed me the video of him making the bet, and I walked out on him. Especially since it turned out that all my new friends knew about the bet, but didn't think to inform me about it. They watched me make a fool of myself."
"Well that's his loss," Wanda says. "I, for one, am glad you reconnected with Peter."
"Thanks. I am too."
Wanda suddenly gets called back into the sitting room by Clint, so she smiles before leaving the kitchen. Pepper moves to leave too and as she passes she squeezes your shoulder. You and Natasha are left, and the red head sidles up to you. "If you ever need help pissing off the ex, I'll gladly help."
Chuckling fondly, you grin. "Yeah? Spider-Man's offered to kick his ass, so we'll see." Natasha smiles ferally at that. "But in all honesty, I just wish he'd stop trying to contact me. I literally have about 60 messages from him since Peter picked me up from my dorm. It didn't take long for my roommate to tell everyone she could about who picked me up."
"I can remedy that right away. Just say the word."
But before you can give her the go ahead, Tony barks at you and her to get in your seats because the game was about to start. The teams have started to pair off- Tony and Pepper, Steve and Bucky, Sam and Wanda- and Clint and Peter are left waiting for their partners.
Settling down next to Peter, he quietly asks if you're okay. You nod and sip your water, and hook your arm through his as you listen to Tony's instructions. You've basically played this game growing up, only this time it is a little different. One member of the team will be reading quotes taken from a specific movie off a Stark tablet while the other guesses what movie it's from. Everyone has a minute to guess as many movies as they can.
The two arrogant Tony and Sam argue over who's going first with Tony winning the honors.
Pepper reads the quotes while Tony guesses the movie, and in their minute they manage to guess eight movies. In Tony's book, he and Pepper have already got the game won. You and Peter boo him, and throw popcorn which he manages to bat away as Sam then volunteers his team. Wanda then reads the quotes to Sam, but they only manage an abysmal five movies. Tony cackles.
Clint guesses as Natasha reads the quotes and Clint correctly guesses his ninth movie just as the last second ticks away. Clint whoops in victory as Tony groans in defeat.
Steve and Bucky manage to do worse than Sam and Wanda, the two super-soldiers only guessing three movies much to everyone's amusement. Steve sheepishly accepted defeat whereas Bucky vowed to make Stevie watch more movies in their off time.
It's finally yours and Peter's turn, and you do your best not to pre-gloat. You and Peter have got this easily. You can feel it in your bones.
"So who's reading and who's guessing?"
"Reading," Peter says, raising his hand.
"Guessing," you then grin.
As Peter quickly reads through the list of movies JARVIS has compiled for him, he smirks. Everyone takes notice, especially Steve who nudges Bucky to keep an eye on the two of you, but Peter keeps mum until the ding resonates around the room to signify the start of your minute. "Nobody puts Baby in the corner."
Your eyes widen. You know this. "Dirty Dancing!"
"Boo, you whore!"
"Mean Girls!" You laugh. The others around you snort and laugh at that particular quote, especially since you guessed it right away.
"Michael Jackson didn't-" Peter pauses, laughing, but quickly gets himself under control. "Michael Jackson didn't come over to my house to use the bathroom. But his sister did!"
"The Goonies!" You stand up, heart pumping furiously as you shift from foot to foot. This game is your jam, but you can't help but feel anxious since there's a time limit.
"Maggots, Michael. You're eating maggots. How do they taste?"
"Oh. Oh! The Lost Boys!"
"How the hell is she doing this?" You hear Sam mutter.
"There's no crying in baseball!"
"A League of Their Own! That was my mom's favorite movie," you quickly explain when Tony's jaw drops at you knowing that particular movie.
"Mama always said life was like a box of choc-"
"Forrest Gump! Next," you say, flapping your hands to hurry him up.
"Toto, I've got a feel-"
"The Wizard of Oz!"
"Oh come on!" Clint mumbles. "These are so easy."
"I'm the ghost with the most, babe."
"Beetlejuice!"
"No more yankie my wankie. The Donger need food!"
Clint, Sam, and Bucky all laugh. "Sixteen Candles!" You laugh as well.
"You jump, I jump. Remember?"
"Um. Uh.." Your eyes widen. The name of the movie is right there in your mind, but you can't seem to spit it out. You know it, you've heard that quote over and over, but for some reason the title isn't coming forward. "Second quote. Hurry!"
Peter flicks something on the tablet. "I'm the king of the world!" He shouts.
"Oh! Titanic!"
Peter whoops and you sag in relief. "Ah! My head! The mega-bitch squashed my head!"
"Drop Dead Fred!"
"Ten seconds," Pepper muses.
Peter quickly scans the next quote, but instead of reading it off the tablet, he lets the tablet drop to his side. Then stepping up to you, he takes one of your hands within his as he says, "So it's not gonna be easy, it's gonna be really hard. And we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever. You and me. Everyday."
Your heart practically stops. You know it's only a quote he's reading, but something about the way he said it feels different. "I-" Your voice cracks and the entire room goes quiet.
"Three seconds."
Pepper's voice snaps you and Peter out of the brief staring contest you had going on and the name of the movie rolls off your tongue. "The Notebook."
"Time!" Peter lets your hand drop before he steps back and you shakily breathe in and out, forcing a smile on your face as Wanda raises an eyebrow at you.
"Twelve movies," Clint says in awe. "How the hell did you know all of those? Some of those movies came out before you were even born."
"I watched a lot of movies growing up," you say, chuckling softly. "My family was really close and we bonded through movies. Sometimes my brother will randomly throw a movie quote at me and I'll guess the title without even missing a beat."
"Oh that's cool." Clint nods. "My brother tried to kill me once. Or twice."
Your eyes widen in surprise and Peter groans. "Clint, nooo."
"I'm.. sorry?" You then tell the archer, but he waves you off with a chuckle. Wanda and Natasha keep trying to wave you over to no doubt talk about the effect that last movie quote had on you, but your phone vibrating back to back to back draws your attention. You pull it from your pocket and read the slew of texts that had come in, and sigh heavily. "Hey Petey? Do you think aunt May would mind if I crashed at the apartment tonight?"
"No. Why?"
"Look." You show him the texts and he frowns. "Yeah. A weekend with aunt May is much more preferable than dealing with the ex who can't seem to take no for an answer."
"This is starting to become a bit disturbing, Y/N," he tells you. "I really think you should report him."
"Report him? Oohh, I smell drama. Tell me," Tony says as he sidles up to you. By now everyone seems to be paying a bit of attention so you give him a quick rundown of what's going down. By the end of it, Tony's frowning too. "I don't like it. Or him. Nat?" He then says, turning to find the red head and then snapping his fingers at her. "Take care of it."
You stare uneasily at the red head Avenger. "I normally wouldn't take such drastic measures, but well." You hand over your phone for her to read the texts herself. "What do you think I should do?"
Natasha skims the messages. "These go back weeks," she frowns. "This is definitely something that needs to be addressed with the correct authorities if you've told him multiple times to leave you alone."
"Okay."
"I'll make a few calls. I have some connections."
"Thank you." You tell her. "You can take screenshots if you need to and send them to your phone as proof or whatever. I don't mind." As Natasha takes a seat with your phone and gets to work, you turn back to Peter. He gestures to the side with his head and you follow him into the kitchen. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah." He says, tucking his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "I was just going to ask you that."
You smile tiredly. "I'm fine. I'm just so over Xavier not moving on. I mean I have. Why can't he?"
"Y-You've moved on?"
"Duh." You meet Peter's gaze, grinning. "Petey, when was the last time you saw me crying over him?"
"Uhh.."
"Exactly. It's been a while. I'm happy I'm not in a relationship anymore where I'm so obsessed with the guy that I left everyone else out in the cold. I forgot the people who were most important to me and I'm glad to finally have them back. I'm glad to have you back."
Peter bashfully smiles. "So, uh, is this a good time to talk about us since you're over Xavier?"
"Us?" You raise an eyebrow at him when he finally meets your gaze. "So I wasn't the only one who felt there was something more behind that last movie quote you said to me?"
He chuckles. "You made me watch that movie a million times. Once upon a time it was your favorite, so I thought I'd take a page out of Noah's book. You always did awe at that one quote."
"You're such a romantic, Peter Parker." You step closer to him, nudging him with your shoulder before standing nearly chest to chest with him. "It really boggles my mind that you're still single."
He shrugs. "They weren't you."
You practically beam at him before you close the short distance between the two of you, you grasping the front of his shirt before pulling him down into a kiss. It takes him a moment to realize what's happening, but when he does he's quick to pull his hands from his pockets and cradle your face in his palms.
"Oh thank god," you hear someone mumble. "If she hadn't kissed him after he had said that, I was going to."
You and Peter both laugh at the same time, you turning as Peter tucks you under his arm to see Sam, Bucky, and Clint watching you from the other side of the kitchen island as they casually toss popcorn into their mouths. Natasha and Wanda walk into the room then, Wanda slapping Sam upside the head while Natasha gets Bucky and Clint.
"As fun as this night has been," you say. "I think I should get going. I still need to call May to see if it really is okay that I spend the weekend at her place."
"Oh. Yeah. M-Me too." Peter agrees.
Natasha hands you your phone as you pass, smiling knowingly, and you tuck it back into your pocket as you shake your head at her in amusement. You're stepping around the kitchen island when the guys all coo as Peter hesitantly grabs your hand in his.
"They grow up so fast," Sam teases. And without missing a beat, Peter shoots webbing at Sam's hand when he reaches for a drink in front of him. He sighs. "Always knew I hated that kid."
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So how would the RFA +saeran (and perhaps Vanderwood) react if they got together with a very childish mc who finds wonder in everything? (And Maybe has a puddle obsession—? (Like whenever it rains, no matter what she’s wearing or what they were doing before- puddles—> stomp—> splash))😳😳👀👀 thank you 🥺❤️ (and I’m sorry for spamming your inbox)
hey hey hun! hope this does your request justice! i had a ton of fun writing it! also don’t worry about spamming my inbox i love getting messages so it’s super fun to me!! I just wish i had more time to do these requests but c’est la vie i guess. also forgive any formating issues i’m posting this on my phone but i promise i’ll go back and edit it on my laptop the second I have a chance!
anyway here you go I hope you like it!!
rfa and playful MC
jumin
teach this man to embrace his inner child and he will love you forever. no one will believe that he plays with you like he does but that sly sneakiness is like half the fun!
- absolutely fell for your childlike wonder and innocence
- constantly asking questions about what your doing and why since he didn’t have a very normal childhood
- TEACH THIS MAN TO PLAY THE FLOOR IS LAVA
- seriously sit him down and have a very serious talk with him because he WILL play with you if you ask him too but you have to explain the rules
- when you splash around he works really hard to keep a straight face he may even have a little frown but i guarantee it’s a cover
- because when nobody’s looking when no one will see he kicks some of the water. splashing your already soaked shoes and socks with a sly smirk
yoosung
he is so down for your more playful childish side! he’s such a happy sunshine child that you two become the cutest “children at heart” couple ever!
- this boy will happily play any game you want it’s one of his favorite things to do with you!
- he gets pouty if he looses too much sometimes a kiss consolation prize is necessary
- he won’t join the puddle splashing right away because he can get embarrassed pretty easy
- but with a bit of encouragement you and he will jump from puddle to puddle down the street
- okay but you both get rain boots and raincoats and go puddle stomping and frog rescuing no frogs jump into the road on ya’lls watch
- imagine you and him ferrying hat-fulls of frog across the street so they can get where they wanna go without getting run over
saeyoung
also 110% ready to play with you! he might even beat you to the punch when it comes to games and puddle jumping plus you two become the prank king and queen!
- last time you yelled the floor is lava saeyoung broke a lamp by leaping onto the table with reckless abandon
- when it rains its a race to see who can claim the most puddle stomps and last time you only win by 2 puddles! (that’s way to close for comfort training is a must!)
- you and he probably catch a cold from all the time playing in the rain without rain gear but it’s okay because you get to spend a couple of days recovering together while saeran and robocat taking care of both of you
- but pranks with saeyoung are easily your favorite especially ones where no one gets hurt! (cue releasing 367 rubber ducks into the public pool to watch the kids have fun and the lifeguards try to round them up)
- and you and saeyoung creating cat robots that follow zen around (no actual fur to trigger his allergies but it’s funny to watch him think himself into sneezing fits)
zen
he thinks it’s super cute and loves watching you have fun! he legitimately fell in love with you BECAUSE you still see all the good, fun, wonder in the world! your basically the repunzel to his flynn rider!
- if you scream the floor is lava he hefts you off the floor and into his arms saying “I’d burn for you any day” (cue the blush and hiding your face in his chest cuz dang it you weren’t prepaired!)
- he is always ready to be the prince to your princess if you wanna play out disney movies
- they always turn into photo shoots and you can’t bring yourself to complain because now you have a pic of you and him as Aladdin and jasmin
- he isn’t averse to puddle splashing but you better be carful because zen manages to pull of that sexy rain soaked look that’s super distracting
- imagine the downpour of a century your phone playing “singing in the rain” you and zen doing that dance splashing thing
- suddenly you lock eyes and he looks so good smiling and laughing all soaked like that but his eyes go a bit cloudy and his faces flushed
- it’s at this moment you remember your white shirt that’s now soaked and very see through
jaehee
she’s an old soul, calm and comforting so your youthful energy and playful spirit balance her out really well
- at first she simply chuckles at your games and antics but slowly she’ll start to play along
- it starts small. her humming along as you sing and dance to your music in the kitchen
- and gets bigger slowly her tilting the umbrella to spill water on you after your puddle jumping splashed her
- imagine her making you hot chocolate with whip cream and rainbow sprinkles as you dry your hair after playing in the rain sneaking up behind her still in your wet clothes and hugging her from behind
- she’s startled but laughs and spays a little whip cream on you nose as revenge you burrow your face in the crook of her neck getting the whip cream all over her
- after all your playing around the hot chocolate is more like cold chocolate and both of you are exhausted and ready for a hot bath
saeran
confused but happy! he’s so down to learn all the fun games you play because your so happy and sweet. restore this babies childhood and love him forever!
- he will not understand most of your games at first since he’s always had >.> a strict upbringing to say the least
- when he doesn’t get it he’ll be a bit gruff but given time and understanding he’ll open up and love your games though you may be the only one he lets see it
- like everything else when he see’s you splash in puddles the first time he’s confused until you pull him by the hand to splash with you
- he’s watching your face mesmerized by your laugh as you jump from one puddle to another he can’t help but chuckle until you slip and crash into the water beneath you
- but your still laughing and you pull him down with you hugging him to your chest and soaking him with the rainwater too
- now he’s with relief that your okay and happiness that he gets to share this moment with you
- he may never be as boisterous or excitable as you or his brother but his soft joy and gentle intimacy is perfect in your eyes especially since he really only shares it with you
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Different - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part Five
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing(s): Dean x Reader
World: Reverse French Mistake AU
Word Count: 2,497
Warning(s): Cussing, Suggestive Implications, PTSD, Nightmares, Past-Abuse, Bad Memories, DEATH of minor-characters.
Summary: It’s every fan-girl’s dream to either, end up in the world of their fantasies, their fandom, or to wind up with on of the actors or characters. There is a couple thousand fanfictions with such circumstances. She never thought in her wildest dreams, that she’d actually end up in a fanfiction situation.
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~3rd POV~
“That should be it.” Castiel says as Dean puts the last ingredient into the bowl, and Sam crushes the potion together with a pestle in the a mortal and pestle.
“So, do I eat it?” Dean asks, eyeing the dry potion like he’s ready to swallow the whole thing if need be.
“No, mix it with the chamomile tea,” Castiel answers.
“Which is why you didn’t have us add the chamomile in the mortar.” Sam answers wisely.
“Yes, the tea will allow Dean to drink the potion safely, and he must drink it all- it will put him directly to sleep, and allow his conscious to enter Emily’s mind.” Castiel looks to Dean. “Now remember, nothing you find in there is real. It cannot hurt you physically, though it may feel like it. Incubus are sneaky, they make the glamour thick- multiple layers, each dark, but you can just think of a weapon, and it should materialize. To Emily, everything will seem real, it’ll be your job to convince her otherwise. Protect her, but she must give the final blow to whatever has her trapped, in order for her to defeat it.”
“Alright.” Dean nods as Sam hands him a cup, and he crosses to sit on the bed beside the young woman. “I’m coming in, Em. Sorry for the invasion of privacy.” He says, before downing the thick tea as fast as he can. Sam catches the cup in his hand as it goes slack, Dean falls back into the pillows and blankets, passing out with Emily’s hand in his own. Sam and Castiel exchange nervous looks, but neither says anything.
Dean appears in the middle of a deserted road, rain pouring down around him as kids run through the yards, laughing and splashing through the puddles. Five feet away, standing on a porch, is a young girl that looks slightly familiar, her fire red locks are blowing in the rain-soaked wind, her trembling hand on the doorknob. Dean doesn’t seem to notice that the rain isn’t touching him as he jogs towards the girl, pausing on the bottom step of the porch, hand on the railing to get a better look. The house is nice, though lacking bear maintenance, not that the girl seems to mind, or notice, as she grips the knob in her hand tighter. Wait, she definitely is familiar. Dean thinks to himself, slowly reaching towards her. “Emily?” The girl whirls around, fright on her face.
“W-Who are you? What do you want?!” She demands, causing Dean to frown, before Castiel’s instructions flash through his mind again, and he kneels before the red headed girl.
“My name is Dean Winchester. Why are you outside in this weather?” He asks softly.
“My mommy and daddy are fighting, so they sent me to grandma’s. But Grandma left for a vacation today, so I came home. Mommy and Daddy don’t like when I interrupt their fighting. They get angry.” Young Emily explains, causing Dean to nod.
“Why don’t I go in with you? If they get angry, I can explain what happened to them.” Dean offers, causing the Young Emily to hesitate, slowly swallowing before she nods.
“Okay, you don’t seem like a bad man, so you can help.” She grabs his finger to one tiny hand, pulling him along as she reaches to open the door. Suddenly adult Emily is walking up beside them, but the young Emily doesn’t seem to notice. She pauses at the door, causing Dean to look at her, and she swallows thickly, reaching for his hand.
“I remember this day...” She murmurs softly, her grip tightens for a moment, before vanishing as she just walks through the heavy wood door- the memory continues, like it had been on pause the entire time, with Young Emily leading Dean inside to the living room. Dean recoils in horror at the blood stained walls and floor, two figures laying one over the other, on the counter, dead eyes staring at empty spaces, and mouths frozen open in horror. Young Emily screams as Adult Emily is sitting on the blood splattered floor, weeping with her arms covered in blood as Young Emily fades. “It’s all my fault... I killed them.” She sobs as Dean crosses over to her, kneeling beside her to take her hands from her face, hands cuffing her wrists.
“This is a dream, Em. A nightmare.” Dean says soothingly. “This isn’t your fault, because you didn’t kill them.”
“You don’t understand,” She shakes her head, staring up at the people on the counter. “they’re my parents. They didn’t even notice the murderer walking through the front door. I-If I had been back earlier-”
“You would have died too. He likely was a robber, and made a mistake.” Dean promises, tears falling down her cheeks as Dean lifts her head by the chin. “You couldn’t have done anything.” She draws a sharp breath, looking around in confusion.
“D-Dean?” She asks, voice weak and scared at the background fades, changing. Dean pulls her into his arms, holding her close.
“It’s alright.” He says.
“Dean, what’s going on? What happened to the party?” She asks, causing Dean to growl softly in his chest.
“You got glamoured by an Incubus. You’re trapped in a nightmare dream realm.” Dean explains. “It makes you relive some of your worst memories until you die, or the incubus takes you.” He explains.
“A-Am I doomed? Why are you here?” I ask, causing him to sigh.
“The only ways to save you involve killing the Incubus, but we had to hurt you in order to do it, or get you to fight the glamour on your own.” He explains, causing her to frown, tightening her hold on his shirt. “We’ll have to face your nightmares together, and beat them.”
“My m-memories.” She swallows, shaking in his arms at the idea.
“Yes.” He answers softly, petting her hair, providing comfort as he can. “But, I’m here to help you. Nothing can hurt you, and I’m here to prove that.”
“D-Dean, I’m not sure I can do this.” She explains sadly. “My life hasn’t exactly been joyful. I-I’m not exactly the cleanest person.”
“I don’t care, sweetheart. You know I’ve got no reason to judge.” He answers, causing her to sniffle, looking up at him with tearful eyes. “Hey,” He caresses her cheek, trailing a soft thumb across her skin, wiping the tears away. “Emily, you know I’m not going to judge you. You know Sammy and I aren’t the cleanest people too, and we’re not going to cast you away. Ever.” He says, his voice rather dedicated as Emily sniffles, nodding with a sad, broken, smile.
“Alright.” She murmurs, the background changes once more, a park materializing around them as Emily looks around, face going pale as her eyes land on a group of boys all clustered in a circle. Dean and Emily walk over as the memory starts to play.
“Admit it! You killed your parents!” A boy, about 15, yells in a younger Emily’s face, she’s about 15 herself, she’s pale faced, with dark eyes, and all black clothes. “What’d you do? Drink their blood?” The kid, “Asshole” Dean decides to name him, shouts.
“I didn’t do anything to them!” Teen Emily yells, the boys around them snicker.
“You did. You killed them, and you liked it!” Asshole taunts, causing both Emilys to clench their fists. “Because you’re crazy! A kook! Insane!”
“I am not!” Teen Emily shouts, causing Dean to growl as Asshole continues.
“You are! You’re a wannabe vampire, crazy-ass crybaby.” Asshole shouts as the boy continues to shout. “And worse yet? You probably fuck any guy who asks.” With a growl, Teen Emily throws a punch, knocking Asshole clear on his ass, the guys all scrabble to grab Teen Emily as Asshole stands, she screams as they drag her to the lake, and Asshole shoves her head into the water, causing Dean to growl as Emily beside she chokes, water starts coming up out of her throat, dirty and dark, with mud.
“Hey hey hey,” Dean grabs her shoulders, looking her in eyes, a kaleidoscope of emotion to be looking back at him. “it’s not real, this isn’t happening to you right now. Breath! Imagine it away!” He coaxes, brushing his fingers through her hair, and she takes a deep breath as he instructs, no water comes up, and as the two of them look back at the memories, Teen Emily is alone, straddling Asshole with her hands around his neck, squeezing tight.
“S-Stop!” Emily shouts from beside Dean, fear in her eyes. “S-Stop it! You’ll kill him! Stop it! She screams, Dean swallows as tears bud in her eyes, before she takes a deep breath. “STOP IT!!!!” She screams in a shrill voice, the Teen Emily jumps, hands falling from his neck as her head snaps up, before she looks at the unconscious teen before her on the ground, before she shakily backs up, dashing away.
“Did you kill him?” Dean asks as the scenery fades away, looking at Emily, who rubs her arms, looking at the ground.
“I might as well have. I cut off the oxygen to his brain, by the time I was pulled off, the damage...” She looks ashamed, Dean doesn’t say anything this time, just reaching out to hold her hand. “I can feel it. This is the last one before the nightmare.” She warns.
“I’ll be here.” Dean promises as the scenery around them changes into an apartment, and Dean can feel Emily stiffen beside him, his hand is practically being crushed in her’s as a figure comes flying into the coffee-table, the vase gets knocked off behind it. “What the fuck?” Dean asks as an older, but still younger, Emily slowly stands from the coffee-table, wiping blood from her nose as a man charges at her, backhanding her to the floor, kicking her repeatedly. The Emily beside Dean is frozen, completely locked up, with wide eyes, as the man, two times her size, kicks her repeatedly, shouting insults and threats, while Dean feels the urge to kill this bastard. “Emily?” He turns to look at her, blocking the view from her eyes. “Sweetheart?” No response, the horror in her eyes is magnified even as the memory pauses. “Hey, I need you to come out of there.” He says, glancing back to see her memory-self is curled in a ball, trying to protect herself, before he looks back at his Emily. He pulls her close, causing her to flinch, before clinging to his shirt. “I can’t get us out of this, you need to let it go. Don’t forgive if you don’t want to, but you have to forget it.” He says softly, eyeing the memory as it replays, each punch, hit, or kick has her flinching, Dean’s comforting hold on her turns a bit painful as he grits his teeth. Weapon. He remembers what Cas said about weapons, and a gun materializes in his hand, before he hands it to her. “You don’t have to forget, sweetheart. You can shoot him. It’s not real, but it might help.” He promises, causing her to look at him with wide eyes, before she shakes her head.
“N-No, I-I don’t want to.” She stammers softly, and he smiles.
“It’s your choice.” He says in support, but all he wants to do is shoot the guy himself, empty a thousand clips into him. She swallows thickly, before the memory pauses, and she grips the gun tight. Another glance at the man, she throws the gun at him instead, hits his head and bounces off, the frozen memory doesn’t react, but the scene dematerializes. “What was that?” Dean asks carefully, but Emily just shakes her head, unable to answer. “Okay,” He grabs her hand, tight, looping their fingers together. “ready?” She swallows thickly, nodding as a small room with dripping black walls materializes around them, it’s different though. Dean’s still there, but suddenly Emily looks around, fear wide in her eyes.
“D-Dean? Where’d you go? Dean!” She shouts, turning in circles, he tries to reach for her, but his hand passes through her, and he realizes that he’s starting to wake up. “Dean, where are you? You said you’d be here!” She screams, suddenly the walls start to move in on her, leaving him to stare helplessly as she screams, hands coming over her head in fists as she drops to the floor, the dripping black walls closing in ever-so-slowly.
“Emily!” He shouts, causing her head to snap up, eyes wide. “Fight. Like. Hell.” He orders as her eyes land on him, and she nods shakily as he wakes up.
Everything is blurry, fog clouds his mind as he slowly sits up, Sam holding him by the elbow and shoulder to help. He shakes his head violently, looking back at the bed, where Emily is still. Nothing looks like it’s changed, nothing except she’s paler, and it’s light out. “What time is it?” Dean moans as he looks at Sam.
“I think the more accurate question would be, what day is it?” Sam answers, causing Dean to blink tiredly up at his brother. “Dean, you’ve been asleep for a week.” He says, causing Dean’s brows to furrow, before he shakes his head.
“No, no- it can’t have been a week, it only felt like a few hours.” Dean answers, causing Sam to frown.
“No, Dean, it’s been a week. Castiel had even tried to revive you two a few times, but nothing worked. You were trapped for a week, inside Emily’s mind.” Sam explains, causing Dean to look at the young woman, feeling the pain and anger at the mess that was her life, and feeling a connection of a deeper level with her now. “What happened in there?” Sam’s inquiry has Dean shaking his head once more, frowning as he looks up at his baby brother.
“I cant tell you.” He answers honestly. “It’s not my story to tell.” The two boys exchange looks, Sam’s has a hint of betrayal and awe under it, but Dean’s is full of sorrow and understanding. Before they can say anything else, their is a sharp gasp of breath from behind Dean, causing them both to look up as Emily sits straight up in bed, heaving for air. “Thank God!” Dean exclaims, grabbing the redhead’s wrist, and pulling her into his arms, his head burying in the crook of her neck, and he deeply inhales the sweet scent of Emily’s perfume.
“How long have I been asleep?” She asks softly.
“A week, sweetheart. A week.” He answers as Sam discreetly leaves, allowing the two a few minutes alone. Taking out his phone once he’s outside, he shoots out two messages, one to Castiel to explain they’re awake, and one to a mystery number, simple saying that the plan is working. He pockets his phone as he walks away, a smirk on his face.
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Between Espresso and Roses (Part eight)
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Four weeks ago (Part one)
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“Hi, I’m Yuuri. I hope you don’t mind but I’ve already been drinking excessively...”
“Hey glad you made it! I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason for you being nearly an hour late...”
“Hey, I’m really really bad at introductions so do you mind if we just drink in silence for the next thirty minutes?”
Yuuri sighs and stares at the idiot muttering introductions in the reflection of his beer. At this point he’d probably make the best impression by sticking his glasses on the guy sitting next to him and bolting.
Taking a long sip of his drink he tries not to shoot another obvious glance at the door of the bar. He’s fairly certain the couple next to him has noticed that he’s been checking the time on his phone every two minutes for the last half an hour.
Since Phichit had so dramatically announced that it had been exactly two years since Yuuri’s last date a week ago, he’d finally caved and let himself be set up with one of his old college friends.
He looks down to his phone wondering whether he’d lower himself to stalking his Instagram again. His most recent post was him with a new puppy. He’d joked to Phichit earlier that their mutual like of dogs would give them at least twelve seconds of a conversation, but at this point it’s the only material he’s got.
He takes a longer drink from his glass and shakily sets it down.
He thought by four drinks in he’d feel less nervous but right now he can only imagine all the various ways he could screw up in the first five minutes of the date.
As he wonders whether tonight was really worth putting on his good cardigan, his phone lights up with a text from Phichit. He reaches over and swipes up, hoping he knows where the hell this guy is.
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P: Soooo you want the good news or the bad news?
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He puts down his drink and has another sneaky look at the door as he answers.
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Y: The good news I guess
P: You don’t have to be nervous anymore
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Yuuri furrows his brow a little before tapping out his reply.
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Y: Okay... what’s the bad news?
P: Steven just texted. He isn’t so sure about tonight anymore.
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He suddenly feels like his last four drinks are being whipped up by an angry blender in his stomach.
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Y: He isn’t coming?
P: Sorry Yuuri :(
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He feels like slamming his phone on the edge of the bar but fights the urge by gripping his glass so hard he’s sure he could shatter it.
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Y: It’s fine. I’ll see you at home later.
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He drains the rest of his beer in two swallows.
Of course. Of course when he makes an actual effort to end this embarrassingly long dry spell, his attempt fails before it even begins. That guy could probably smell the desperation from a mile away and decided to give this night a miss.
Yuuri gestures to the bartender for another drink.
As it’s poured in front of him, he glances over at the two people next to him who are happily chatting away, their hands linked on the edge of the bar.
Yuuri grabs his glass and swivels in his seat dejectedly. Right now he feels that he’d fit in much better drinking in some dark corner by the bathrooms.
At least then he won’t bring anyone else down.
Standing up, he suddenly feels the last few drinks hit him all at once, his bones feeling a little too light, his head airy. He tries to keep himself steady but ends up stumbling forwards rather ungracefully. Throwing a hand out he breathes out in relief as he manages to stop himself collapsing to the ground... before realising that he’s smacked into the man standing next to him with some force.
Wincing in surprise, the sounds of a splash and shattering glass reverberate through his mind as he tries to find his footing again.
“Wha-“ Feeling something cold splatter on his shoe, he looks down and audibly gasps at the shattered remnants of at least four glasses of red wine lying scattered next to a dropped tray on the ground in front on him. He blinks confused at the surprising lack of liquid on the floor, before looking up and realising that it’s mostly been absorbed by the white button down of the man standing in front of him.
He can physically feel all the colour draining from his face. That shirt looks like it cost more than his entire wardrobe.
“Oh god I’m so sorry- I swear I didn’t mean- please just let me...” the rest of his embarrassed rambles get stuck in his throat when he looks up into the face of the man he just so very thoroughly soaked.
Blue eyes warmer than a summer ocean meet his as fine strands of silver hair fall across his face while he falls back a little. Turning his head to the side, Yuuri can’t ignore the soft spread of his eyelashes or the cheek bones that he’s fairly certain he could cut his face on if he really tried.
And he wants to try.
“Shit!” The man pulls him out of his flowery daze with his blunt, whispered curse. He shakes his head and pulls the bottom of shirt forward, surveying the damage.
“Oh wait let me-“ He grabs a napkin from the bar and desperately tries to blot the worst of it. He almost drops the paper when he feels the strength of the muscle underneath.
“It’s fine.” The man grabs his hand to pull it away and steps back.
Yuuri feels his pulse jump at the contact, his mind shutting down save for one loud thought.
Oh god why does he have to be so attractive. Oh god WHY does he have to be so attractive.
“No wait, I can-“ as he tries to take a step forward, his shoe slips on the scarlet puddle on the floor causing him to stagger forward and slosh his own drink on the already soaked shirt.
Never has Yuuri wished harder for a hole to appear underneath him and suck him in.
“Just stop!” The other man holds up his hands as he takes another visible step back, those blue eyes frosting.
“Hey Victor, are you- Oh wow what the hell happened to you?” Yuuri turns his head to see a woman stopped in her tracks next to him, eyes wide as she takes in the sharp mess on the ground and the fact that the man opposite Yuuri looks like he’s just been stabbed in the stomach... and the chest... and the side.
Victor. Even in this mess he can’t stop thinking how even his name is pretty.
Victor looks at the woman next to him and back to Yuuri. “I think it’s fairly obvious what happened,” he mutters coldly, pushing the fine strands of his fringe away from his face.
Yuuri feels his stomach sink further into the floor.
“Is that asshole drunk?” The woman is more pointedly looking at Yuuri now, arms folded.
He ducks his head before he can catch Victor’s eye again, not wanting to know how disgusted he probably looks right now.
His mind may be a clouded mess of alcohol and shame right now, but he is acutely aware that he has two options. He can either stand his ground and apologise more like the pathetic grovelling mess he is, or-
“Sorry,” he gasps out again as he pushes past both of them with more force than probably necessary before he starts running. Running and running and running. Away from the bar, away from that street, away from Victor’s beautiful angry face.
He isn’t even sure where he’s going, the sound of shattering glass roaring in his ears, visions of what he’s just done playing over and over again behind his eyelids every time he blinks. He can feel both his eyes and lungs burning as he runs, flashes of brightness from cars and street lamps fading in and out of his peripheral vision as he continues his desperate escape.
Eventually his legs give out and he collapses forward, leaning up against the side of whichever building is next to him. He tries to catch his breath despite the fact his throat feels like it’s coated in hot sandpaper.
The cool of the brickwork against his hands brings him back to the moment a little as he slides down to the ground, angrily pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.
“I’m such an idiot,” he murmurs into the quiet air, feeling the tears brewing hot and angry behind his hands. “Oh god he must think I’m the most stupid, clumsy, selfish-“
A dry sob cuts off his whispered insults.
Pulling his hands away, he lifts up the bottom of his shirt to wipe the thick tears of embrassment oozing out behind his glasses.
After a few more shaky gasps, he looks up and realises that he’s currently sprawled in a pathetic pile opposite another bar.
Pulling out his phone, his finger hovers over Phichit’s number. After a few long seconds he defeatedly pockets it, shakily stands up and slowly walks across the street.
He can’t go back in time, but he can still numb himself with large quantities of alcohol.
Giving his face a final wipe down with the back of his sleeve, he makes his way inside and parks himself in the first stool he sees.
Yuuri knows his face is a patchy, embarrassed mess but right now he does not have it in him to care. He just wants anything that can blot out the image of stupid Victor and his stupid handsome face and his own stupid mess.
“Rough day?”
He slowly raises his head as the bartender stands in front of him, her eyes widening a little when she catches the state of his puffy eyes. “Just the last hour,” he murmurs.
“Must have been one hell of an hour.”
He almost wants to laugh at how spectacularly shitty the last sixty minutes have been. He isn’t sure if anyone else in this whole city has had a worse evening than him. “Oh it was.”
She gives him a sympathetic smile before grabbing a glass from behind her. “What can I get you?”
He hangs his head again, desperately trying to push the sting of his recent actions as far down in his mind as possible.
“Anything. Just keep it coming.”
☕️ Part seven ☕️ ☕️ Part nine ☕️
🌹 AO3 🌹
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secret idol relationship with jisung
genre: fluff
pairing: han jisung & you
word count: 1312 words
summary: you and jisung are both idols who manage to keep your relationship a secret and love sneaking around with each other
notes: thank you for your request anons! <3 i hope you enjoy.
being secretive about the relationship you two have is much more difficult for jisung than he expected it to be
he really wants to be able to show you off and spend time with you publicly but he knows the idea is unrealistic
most people would describe their secrecy as thrilling, fun, or endearing...jisung describes it as worrisome
don’t get me wrong he knows how to work around it and have a good time with you
and he would never back out of it because he loves you
but he does worry about your well being and ponders the thought of getting caught and the questions a lot at first
the first time you guys sneak out you visit a park and sit under a tree, lying on the grass together staring at the stars and sky
“i wonder why the sky is so dull today.”
jisung smiles and rolls over to look at you
“because i’m here. they know i shine bright.” and he just sticks his tongue out at you cheekily
“just kidding, it’s because you’re here. you put them out of business.”
spends time blowing dandelion puffs into your face and listening to you talk about your schedule
when you both walk back to your dorms he leaves you in front of yours and kisses you on the cheek super quick before running off
until the third time you guys sneak out he’d be anxious
but after that he would slowly melt into it
jisung is probably using all his will power possible not to tell the rest of his members about you
when fansites post pictures of you and he scrolls through on his phone he’s so ready to show the rest of 3racha and gush over you
“hey hyung look at how cu-” and he catches himself right then and there
“what were you going to show me jisung?”
“uh nothing”
prefers taking you to areas that are less populated and a little more quiet than the streets would be so you have time to talk to each other
anywhere near the han river is his favorite spot to take you
the first time jisung took you he jumped over the little fence with so much ease and you just looked at him
what if someone patrolling caught you guys? it was risky
also...teenagers lying around the han river at the late hours of night alone seems kind of suspicious
“pst, did you hear me?” jisung is looking at you while he stands on the ropes of the fence and holding his hand out to you
“jisung are you sure this is a good idea?” it’s obvious you’re hesitating and jisung doesn’t want you to freak out because well you guys already sneak out and do all these wild things, how bad can this be
“we’ll be fine, really. i’m here to take care of you in case of anything happens.” and you just gnaw on your bottom lip gently because,, you’re still not sure
so jisung hops back over and smiles at you
“if you don’t want to that’s okay too. we can just sit on the benches, i don’t mind.”
that whole day you had missed him a lot more than usual so you just rested your head on his shoulder and he talked to you about the last few weeks
but halfway through his story you hear rustling in the bushes and your heart stops
what if its someone from dispatch? a fan? a manager?
you both detach so fast and act like you don’t even know each other
but it ends up being a little squirrel and the whole walk back is him making fun of you for being so freaked out
after that time you aren’t scared at all to climb over the fence
hell one time you guys are joking around and jisung is like “let’s go for a swim”
“okay!” and you start to jokingly head towards the water and he just PANICS
and physically holds you back like no we are not doing this no way
but he does get close to the water with you and you guys just splash each other
your managers get annoyed when they notice your clothes are in the laundry basket all wet but they never really wonder why
lots of eating street food together from those cute little food stands that are always on the side of the road
because no one would expect to find an idol there duh
takes a lot of cute little pictures of you while you eat and he gets kind of sad because he wants to share them but he knows he can’t
has a cute little secret photo vault where he stores all of them or any pictures of you in general
always tries to find a game to play with you in public too
usually relies on the i spy game
“i spy...a red object.”
“is it the stop sign?”
“okay jisung stop being so boring. i would think of something better than that.”
“but am i wrong?”
“...it’s your turn.”
whenever you guys cross the street he walks behind you and hugs you from behind and does this weird little step because of it
jisung is also smart and realizes that at crossing intersections..everyone is too busy waiting for the light to change and drivers are busy right?
so he concludes it’s the best spot to kiss you because like..who cares
it’s always just a cute quick peck...there was one time you guys were making out though
and it had been raining earlier right?
yeah this car sped past both of you and a puddle covered you both
ever since then you’re very reluctant on it
when anyone who might recognize either of you walks by he holds your hand to calm you down and just avoids looking up at the person
starts having picnics with you during the night at any park you can find
“so i heard you got asked your ideal type question.” jisung looks at you while chewing on a sandwich and you nod slowly
“i did,”
“how did you answer?”
“i told them i really like the youngest member most of the time.”
“aw, they’re gonna think you like jeongin. just make sure not to fall for him!”
he does this annoyingly sneaky thing where he slides his ring onto you when you aren’t paying attention
and you don’t realize until the next day when your stylists are working on you and question where it came from
“oh...it’s a fan gift.”
there’s this one time 3racha is working on a new song and chan is considering getting female vocals and immediately jisung suggests you
and changbin is like “ooh, jisung has a crush” and he’s completely unphased because..well...you guys are dating
but chan likes the idea and has you on the track
while you all work on writing your part and how to sing it his hand is holding yours under the table but neither of the other two notice
probably makes dozens of posts to any online forums that talk about him or you and firmly states reasons why you guys would be perfect for each other
fans down vote him to hell for being “delusional” but little do they know... lmao
once you’re in bed about to sleep after seeing each other he leaves you a text thanking you for spending the night with him and telling you how happy he is to have you in his life
it’s really laid back with jisung once he learns to embrace the idea and relax
in fact he’s grown fond of seeing how nice you look with the moonlight shining on you
and just being able to hear your voice and exchange sweet nothings with each other is enough to keep him trying his best to see you
#jisung#han jisung#stray kids#stray kids scenarios#stray kids imagines#kpop scenarios#scenarios#kpop imagines#jisung scenarios
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attention, all splatoon fans on tumblr.
alongside sharing my weapon ideas for the game, I will also be sharing some vital nuggets of knowledge that I have gained by playing the game in recent days.
first, I will be sharing some tips on sub weapons, and will then proceed to explain some main weapons that I have been experimenting with recently. I also don’t have much passion for this project, so expect these explanations to be a little bare-bones. also, these are just my opinion, so don’t get upset, okay?
like I said, let’s first get started with a few explanations for sub weapons.
in splatoon 2, there are a grand total of 13 sub weapons, some being different than others. some deal damage. some are focused on covering the ground in paint. some simply assist in damaging enemy players. to start, we will just be covering a few of these 13 weapons(at least until I edit this post), starting with...
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1. splat bombs
these bombs are splatoon’s flagship sub weapon. when they land on the ground, they charge up before releasing a powerful explosion that splats enemies inside and deals blast damage to it’s surroundings.
throw them at spots where you think an opponent is going to be, but take care that they don't run away. perches are a good place to aim. some people think they're good for forcing people to run, but i don't really do mind games...
for more combat-oriented purposes, such as when an enemy is a small distance away from you and you want to dispatch them quickly, you can even roll it, but as always, make sure your opponent isn't liable to run away.
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2. burst bombs
they’re like splat bombs, but explode instantly, albeit with less power and range.
burst bombs have two purposes- covering a small space in ink quickly and dealing instant damage to foes. the offensive aspects of this sub-weapon have different strategies depending on the traits of the main weapon you're using, but have a few things in common- they can be used to weaken opponents as part of a combo. as for the inking aspect, just throw one at your feet whenever you want some stable ground to be on, for safe ground or a quick refill, for instance.
they can also massively impact your mobility- practice jumping from burst bomb puddles to dry ground, throwing a bomb at your feet as you jump from each puddle. but make sure to refill ink in squid form!
you can also throw one at the ground while swimming into enemy ink, and using the blast radius as a blaster-type attack is also a possibility, but the explosion is so small, it isn’t one worth considering.
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3. suction bombs
they're stronger than regular bombs, but take slightly longer to explode than them. since they latch firmly onto surfaces, they can be used to create "no-no" zones. wait, isn't that the same as forcing people to run? nah, this is just creating a space they can't enter.
there's also a tricky technique where you can throw them onto walls' corners and have them explode just as an enemy comes across them. but i doubt you'll find any use for that.
these no-no zones may also be the suction bomb’s greatest weakness, though, as nobody wants to be in a place where they’ll wind up dead.
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4. curling bombs
when I started playing splatoon 2, I didn’t like playing with curling bombs- it’s hard telling how far your bomb will go when you hold the button for a specific time.
so we know that this is not what curling bombs excel at, and newer updates have confirmed this- a curling bomb tapped versus a curling bomb held will yield a larger explosion than the held one, with it’s bumpers extended, to boot. no, seriously, go to the training ground and octo valley to try it out.
instead, what curling bombs thrive at are creating lines to get places quickly. this was originally the seekers’ job, but the fact that it locked onto enemies made it... er... unreliable. use this trait to intrude deep into enemy territory, making getting to the front lines easy peasy. but it’s also probably not the best choice for maps with uneven ground or maps with 90-degree zig-zag paths, such as manta maria or starfish mainstage.
think of the charging function as digital, rather than analog. tap the button to get places, and hold it for a nearby explosion. but the latter takes a bit of a while to do, so... good luck with that, I guess?
edit: also, with practice, you will get good at charging curling bombs. still, it’s quite hard to contrast the charging time, the distance of your opponents and you, and the distance the bomb travels.
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5. autobombs
autobombs are fun. just throw one, and it’ll scurry over to opponents, and not even just their last location!
the game itself has even provided some strategies for using them(Judd tells you to use them to track down hiding inklings in squid form), but the coolest thing I've done with them is throw one behind an enemy before both the bomb and my octobrush pinned them.
however, I don’t use autobombs much, so I don’t have much advice this time.
edit: except for the fact that they walk towards enemies in their wide, wide radius, so you don’t have to worry about aiming or having opponents dodge. but they do pause before detonating, so be aware of that.
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6. squid beakons
squid beakons act as an alternate super jump landing place, but more importantly, they're not mobile, so unlike your super jump landing spot, you can't take them with you and get them into all sorts of trouble.
make sure to hide them in good hiding places, such as corners or walls facing away from enemy spawn. and ESPECIALLY don't forget to place them near enemy spawn!
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7. ink mines
ink mines have even more potential than autobombs. you can place them in places you want to track, run away from enemies before they walk straight into the trap you’ve laid, and more. the possibilities are just ENDLESS!
heck, I can’t even remember some ideas I've had for them!
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8. sprinklers
surprisingly, they can be thrown onto surfaces that would normally just be considered decorational parts of the environment! this includes pipes above ground, and... yeah, that's all i can really come up with. maybe you'll find a really creative use for this sub?... maybe...
wait, never mind. the sprinkler has much more potential! throw it whenever you want to cause a bit of chaos, or when you want to cover ink double time. but I don’t really use them that much, so it took me a while to think of this.
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9. splash walls
how I detest this sub. I can’t even come up with some suggestions for this one because I haven’t used it once. why?
YOU CAN’T AIM IT. you can throw it, having it go past your opponent before they punish you for your incompetence, BUT YOU CAN’T AIM IT. people even use a technique where you have to throw it at a wall in order to get it in the proper position!
that’s all, I guess.
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10. toxic mist
alongside the curling bombs and autobombs, toxic mist was one of the subs that replaced some subs from splatoon 1. they leave behind a cloud of poisonous ink that drains your opponents’ ink.
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11. point sensor
like toxic mist, this too, is an area weapon. anyone that goes inside of the area gets tagged, having their position revealed to your team. this sub is good for when you want to keep track of an enemy player during a fight. it’s that much better than searching the ground for ripples in ink.
the field of effect only lasts a few seconds, though, so if you want to constantly keep track of an area, ink mines are your better bet.
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12. fizzy bombs
while a 3-explosion cluster bomb would seem promising for causing a miniature version of the chaos produced by the suction bomb launcher, the explosions cause infinitesimally little damage, meaning there's no way to splat opponents unless you manage to hit them with all 3 explosions, which is borderline impossible!
so maybe it’s more of a support weapon which compliments your main fire.
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13. torpedo
the torpedo activates when it detects a player while thrown, and proceeds to quickly tail the player's last location before detonating, releasing several ink grenades of dubious value.
it's best purpose is accompanying your fire to pursue enemy players, but bear in mind that a single shot can neutralize it, rendering it useless without a drop of friendly ink. you can also throw it over cover that enemy players are hiding behind for a sneaky surprise! again, keep it's weakness in mind.
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that wraps it up, I guess. remember, more is coming in the future! next up will be main weapons and a guide on how to choose your abilities.
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🔥 It just happened it rained the other day and there were still signs of puddles and
muddy areas, but that still wouldn’t stop some living creatures from joining their day
or go on with day to day life. Even these sneaky little one’s.
Alibaba along with his childhood friend Kassim were supposed to teach the youngest
of the pack how to hunt today. But seeming the little ones were easily distracted and in
such merry mood he decided to take an -unnounced- break and play with them. Of
course to his friend’s dismay and lots of complains and scolding in hand. To the
naked eye may seem like one was barking and growling at the other whom was
just playing; acting like a pup himself. A doting tame pup that is rather than wild
wolf. But amongst them they held long conversation.
But the golden one just kept jumping, splash aorund as soon his paws connected
to several puddles, splashing the young ones and beckon t do same. Some even
start rolling in dirt while he just ran up to and bumped - more liek body slam - into
his friend on purpose. It didn’t take long to push his buttons enough to start
wresting eahcother or chase around. He was having a blast and missed
good old times now almost grown up.
Though his escapades and attempt to outrun his friend may of payed off, but
hardly can tell if in his favor. For now he was all alone in forest. Not that he
wasn’t familiar with. He sneaks out to wander this area often. Ever since a
puppy. But may get in trouble for leaving so sudden and unexpected.
And what about the pups?! Kassim can’t handle that many on his own!
Not after his outburst and scene which got them to misbehave.
He ran around andtried to sniff their scent out in attempt t find quick. But all
this water made it imposible to track anyone down. Whine briefly about it
until ehardsome rustling not far form his whereabouts. Perking an ear up
and head whips up he dashed to where the sound was------ only to his
surprise it wan’t whm he was looking for. At first wanted to leave since
encountered another wild being. But then picked on scent of blood and
on second look this animal looked hurt. He carefully walked up to him.
Even attempted to start conversation while checking for wounds.
#exgladixtor#verse; he had a heart of gold - hands all damaged#[here it is]#[sorry it took so long ><]#[hope you sitll like it ]
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