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itsmoonchik · 1 year ago
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wazzappp · 2 months ago
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@rokhal I’m really really fucking normal about the new chapter dude. Not frothing at the mouth or anything. Not even chewing on the bars of my enclosure if you would believe it…
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moosemonstrous · 2 months ago
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghost Rider (Comics), Marvel (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amadeus Cho & Gabe Reyes, Gabe Reyes & Robbie Reyes, Amadeus Cho/Robbie Reyes Characters: Amadeus Cho, Gabe Reyes (Marvel), Robbie Reyes Additional Tags: vague descriptions of bullying, Minor Injuries, Amadeus's ongoing existential crisis, Established Relationship Series: Part 4 of amareyes Summary:
“It sounds to me like you did everything exactly right,” Amadeus says. “Why don’t you want Robbie to know?”
Gabe is a good kid. Amadeus discovers just how concerning that can be.
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mccaufe08 · 3 months ago
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Y'all wanna make Kwon the bad guy so bad, he's just a silly smart@ss 😭) and my other fav ofc Miguel Diaz…
Okay! I finally did a full piece >_<
Enjoy this moment as you're witnessing the first and maybe only Jaez shipper make a fanart or talk about this ship at all... (it's probably considered a crack ship until they get more interactions I CALL THAT KWON CALLS HIM OR ROBBY PRETTY BOY WHEN THEY VS EACHOTHER IN THE SECOND PT. OF THE SEASON ☝🏽🤓…
🐍♥️🖤 …
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avengerphobic · 4 months ago
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Amareyes, gen.
Robbie finds Amadeus cooking a midnight snack
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samwpmarleau · 1 month ago
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fic: drift, adrift
whumptober day 2: trust issues masterlist: tumblr, ao3 Robbie pays Daisy a visit after Coulson’s death.
Part of her is happy to see him. It’s been a year since last he stood in front of her. A very, very long year.
Part of her is surprised. Vanishing through a hellfire chain portal seemed like a pretty one-way ticket.
Part of her wants to slap him, because —
“You knew! You fucking knew!”
Robbie watches her neutrally as she storms down the hallway. At least he doesn’t pretend to not realize what she’s talking about, she’ll give him that. “I couldn’t tell you.”
“Oh, no, you really could have.” The agents who had been milling around wisely retreat in self-preservation.
“I was in another dimension, I couldn’t have even if I wanted to.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it. You could’ve found a way. Like telling me before you left for that other dimension.”
“He asked me not to.”
“I don’t care if he begged you on his knees. You should have told me. Or are you going to say keeping secrets from me was part of Coulson’s deal, too?”
“No, that was my choice, just like it was Coulson’s not to tell you himself.”
“I already got mad at him, and now he’s dead. You’re not. Did you think you could just waltz right in and everything would be fine?”
“I’m not gonna apologize for making a promise to a man who prevented a magic android from framing you to subjugate humanity.” He sounds exhausted. Well, join the club. Her year hasn’t been rosy either.
“I trusted you when no one else did. I vouched for you. Then I find out about Coulson’s deal and that you knew about it? I don’t care what you promised him, that’s not something you get to keep to yourself. Not from me.”
“Not from you? My life doesn’t revolve around you, Daisy. I don’t owe you anything, I never asked you to vouch for me, and I’m not gonna be baited into a guilt trip.”
“You should feel guilty.”
“There’s a long list of things I should feel guilty for. That promise isn’t one of them. Don’t take your grief out on me.”
“I’m not taking anything out on you. I’m holding you accountable.”
“You’re projecting. Didn’t even say hello before yelling at me. It’s not me you’re really mad at.”
“I am very mad at you, actually.”
“Well, you shouldn’t be. Coulson made the deal.”
“With you.”
“With Ghost Rider.”
“Tell the son of a bitch to face me then, I’ll yell at him, too.”
“I’m sure that would be very productive.”
“You think I’m scared of him?”
“I think you’re lashing out at someone you know you can’t hurt.”
“Wanna test that theory?”
“Do you?”
The look of pity on his face is enough for her to quake him against the wall and pin him there. If he called upon Ghost Rider, he could probably break her hold, but he stays put. No flesh melting off bone, no flame pushing through his skull like exhaust. Like this is all just a game. It’s infuriating.
Robbie grimaces at the pressure against his chest and the unforgiving concrete at his back. “You treat all your friends like this?”
“Friends? We aren’t friends.” She walks up to him to put her hand directly on his chest. He lets out a quiet grunt of discomfort. “A friend would’ve helped us get back from the future.”
“I can’t time travel or —”
“A friend would’ve closed the Fear Dimension.”
“I had my own dimensions to —”
“A friend would have helped stop Graviton.”
“I didn’t know about —”
“A friend would’ve told me!” Her voice hitches on the words.
Robbie sighs. “Look, I asked Coulson if he was going to. I thought he should have.”
“Oh, don’t shift the blame.”
“I’m not shifting anything.”
“Yes, you are! You just don’t want to take responsibility.”
“I don’t have responsibility to take. Coulson’s the one who suggested the move, and Ghost Rider’s the one who accepted the deal. If you haven’t noticed, he doesn’t bend to my will. I have to bend to his.”
“You didn’t with Mace. Gabe got you to —”
A ring of amber glows to life in Robbie’s eyes. In an instant, he fights through the quake. It goes no further than that, but the reminder of his power is there all the same. Voice low, he warns, “Keep my brother out of this.”
Okay, maybe on that one thing he has a point. Weaponizing Gabe won’t get her anywhere, friend or not.
“I’m saying you could have tried harder. You know what Coulson meant to me.”
“What other option was there? What was your plan for taking down Aida?”
“Well, I —”
“There was none. The Rider jumping into someone else to surprise her was the only way.”
“It didn’t have to be Coulson.”
“Who, then? You?”
“Maybe! Fitz is good enough at hacking to do what I did, and Coulson could’ve helped Simmons.”
“It was his choice, Daisy. He chose to take on the Rider, he chose not to tell you about the deal, and he chose to ask me not to tell you either. That’s just the way it is. You getting pissed at me isn’t going to change any of it.”
Daisy grits her teeth. He’s right that she can’t change anything, but that doesn’t mean she can’t still be furious about it. “Why are you even here? After everything, why is now when you show up?”
“Because the Rider wanted to be sure Coulson held up his end of the deal. That he didn’t figure out some new way to extend his life.”
“He — you’re here to dig up his corpse?” Daisy asks in queasy disbelief. “I hope you know how to swim because you’re gonna have to wade through a whole lot of the South Pacific.”
“I know. The Rider’s satisfied.”
“Then why the hell are you here?”
“Because I’m not satisfied.”
“I told you, Coulson’s not —”
“It’s not Coulson I care about.”
Daisy goes silent, her chest heaving. She knows what he’s not saying. She’s known it from the moment he entered the hallway. He has no other reason to put up with her being argumentative, nor a reason to show up at the base at all. Except knowing about it and dealing with it are two different things, and dealing with it is not something she has the capacity to do.
“I didn’t ask you to come, and I don’t want your pity,” she snaps. “Leave me alone.”
“It’s not pity. And I’m not leaving until I get what I came for.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“This.”
She protests as he wraps his arms around her, wholly not goddamn interested in what he wants. Entirely aware that with the creature currently making its home inside his body nothing she does do could actually move him if he’s not inclined to let himself be moved, she nonetheless gets her elbows between them and tries to push him away.
He permits only some of it, leaving his hands on her shoulders. The weight and heat of them feels both grounding and claustrophobic. “Get off me.”
“Daisy.” Robbie moves one of his hands up to run his thumb along her cheekbone. “It’s okay.”
“What is okay? There’s nothing about this that’s okay.”
“It’s okay to break.”
There isn’t pity in his eyes. What there is, is sympathy, hurt, for her. Which only serves to piss her off — what right does he have, he of all people, to feel that when he’s the one who kept the cause of that hurt from her in the first place?
“It’s not,” she objects. Her voice is thicker than she’d like it to be. It’s unfair for him to be here, let alone trying to comfort her. It’s unfair, and he can’t — he doesn’t even know her — he hasn’t been around — he left —
Her protests are weak this time as he pulls her once more into him. She doesn’t want his touch, and yet, she’s craved it. It’s the worst possible situation for him to come back for, the worst timing, but all the same … he’s come back. Coulson’s gone but Robbie isn’t, he’s here, even if only for a brief moment.
“I miss him,” she whispers, and breaks.
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legends-of-apex · 2 years ago
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Gashes To Gashes | Robbie Reyes x Reader
Rating: T (for non-sexual intimacy, undressing, mentions of injury, tooth rotting fluff, mild spoilers for AoS S4)
Word count: 1.7k
Summary: Robbie comes home one night and finds you already asleep on the couch. He decides he can’t sleep without you and takes matters into his own hands. Reader is gender neutral, no use of y/n
A/N: I miss him so much okay 🤧 I know there’s not a big audience for him or anything but someone’s gotta feed the few that are here! Enjoy <3
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When he found you sleeping on the couch, the clothes you were wearing that morning still draped over your form and crumpled, he knew you’d had a bad day. Usually you’d be changed into pyjamas or one of his shirts by now. Although it was well past midnight, you were usually still very much awake when he came through the front door. But here you were, fast asleep on the couch in your daytime clothes. It was an adorable sight.
Two empty plates cluttered the coffee table in front of you. He knew there would be a cellophane-covered plate for him sitting on the kitchen table too if he cared to look. But he couldn’t have cared less about food right now.
Robbie hadn’t been home yet that day. Instead he heeded the Rider’s demands and went out on the hunt from the moment he finished work. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the hook by the door next to yours and Gabe’s. As the jacket slipped from his tired shoulders, the stress of the day did too.
Now, finally, he was home.
In the darkness, he relied on the deeply embedded memory of the house's layout to stop himself from bumping into anything. So many night sneaking out from beneath his uncle’s nose as a teen had prepared him for this. He knew each floorboard that creaked, each piece of furniture he might stub his toe on. All of this too avoid rousing you or his little brother from slumber.
He risked waking Gabe just to make sure he was alright. He twisted the bedroom door handle and let it open just a crack, there he saw his baby brother content and sleeping soundly. Golden street light streamed through the blinds and illuminated his soft face and the floppy hair that rustled in the breeze of his sleeping breath. His wheelchair sat at the bedside, piled high with school books he must’ve cleared from his bed in a rush of sudden drowsiness. Content, he closed the door behind him with a soft click and then turned his attention back to you.
He was glad you hadn’t waited up. He didn’t want you losing sleep over him. But the position and clothes you were in had to be uncomfortable. You’d definitely wake up cold and with a sore neck if he just left you there draped over the couch cushions. That’s what he told himself to justify gathering you into his arms and carrying you through to bed. In reality, he just couldn’t sleep without you - without knowing you were there beside him and safe.
Your very presence was a comfort and an anchor to him and he knew he’d miss you too much to sleep, even if you were just in the next room. He would never forget just how cold the sheets felt after the first night you’d spent there in his bed all wrapped up in his arms. It wasn’t just the company of another that he adored but also the way you snuggled into him like a stray cat to a rug beneath a roaring fire. Your soft touches were fresh air to him. The next night he spent alone, his bed suddenly felt too big, too empty and so painfully cold. Since then, he’s never been able to sleep well without you and despised the thought of even having to try.
“Robbie?” You croaked, feeling that distinct, unmistakable warmth radiating from him and seeping into your skin. “You okay?”
You stirred just as he pushed the bedroom door open - awakened by the hinge’s unoiled creak. After bringing a curled fist to rub your eyes, it was impossible to distinguish his features in the darkness but you knew him by his demeanour and touch alone. No one else you’d ever met smelled so distinctly like ash and motor oil or moved like he carried the weight of a thousand struggles on his back. No one else felt like home the way that Robbie did to you.
“Yeah, baby, I’m alright… better now I’m with you. Are you alright?” He answered softly with a press of his lips to your forehead followed by the gentle scrape of the hair on his upper lip. When you made a sound of disgruntlement at his question, he faltered, “Long day?”
“Longest I’ve had in a while. Can’t believe I fell asleep before you got home.” Usually your worry kept you up more than anything else. No matter how many times he came home in one piece you always worried.
“Lemme kiss it better then we’ll get you back to sleep, huh?” He set you down on the mattress and you yawned as soon as your back knew the plush mattress below.
You hummed. “I should probably get out of these clothes first.”
“I can help with that.”
He started with your shirt. Each undone plastic button exposed a fresh inch of your skin to the cool night air as he went. He let his eyes close as his warm lips pressed against your bare shoulder, the base of your neck, then the centre of your chest. His lips were void of all except appreciation and care. You laughed quietly as he undressed you so gently. Usually Robbie shimmying off your trousers meant an entirely different ordeal to this. But tonight he was just trying to get you comfortable enough to be able to rest with him.
He barely bothered kicking off his own trousers before getting into bed, much more concerned with wrapping his hoodie around your shoulders when he felt your slight shiver. He lay down beside you and in the dark you reached for him immediately, to feel his warm skin on yours. His arm wound around your waist then curled up your back to press you close to him. You found his cheek and he leaned into that precious, treasured touch. Being home with your hands on him after a night letting the Rider take over was the best medicine he could ever ask for. He thought it was more than he deserved.
“Mmhmm. I missed you.” You threw your arms around his shoulders and hugged his head close to your chest.
“I missed you too.” He replied, enjoying your embrace for a moment. You tried to enjoy it too but as you swiped your thumb over his cheek you felt the unmistakable raised and bumpy ridge of a gash entrenched into his skin.
“What’s this?” You questioned.
“It’s nothing, baby. Let’s just get you back to sleep.” His hand covered yours, turning your palm to press a single chaste kiss to it.
He needed so desperately to calm your worries but he should’ve known that wouldn’t work. Tiredness radiated off him in droves; It thickened his voice and weighed down his limbs. He just wanted to let the mattress swallow him whole, to rest here with you forever, but you had to know he was alright.
“Robbie…” your voice held a tinge of warning.
He sighed, knowing you wouldn’t let it slide and he couldn’t blame you for that. If you came home with so much as a scratch on you he’d want names and addresses - and that was even before he was possessed by a spirit of vengeance. His stomach knotted at the memory of Quake only a few hours ago. How she’d all but begged him to kill her but the Rider didn’t seem to think she deserved to pay her penance just yet. “Some powered chick was snooping around Canello’s looking for the charger. We had a uh…disagreement, and she punched me in the face.”
You broke out of his grasp and flicked the bedside lamp on to get a better look. Harsh light flooded the room and you both winced at the sudden brightness but the irritation at the bright light was soon replaced with worry. “She did that? With one punch?” You asked, examining his battered cheek.
It was just a small gash with some bruising surrounding it. Nothing to worry about, really. But the fact that it had yet to heal was strange and more than a little concerning. Robbie bleeds just like anybody else but the blood he came home covered in wasn’t ever usually his own thanks to how quickly the demon heals him. That woman must’ve packed one hell of a punch. It was nothing like you’d ever seen him recovering from before. You had yet to see a scratch on him that wouldn’t fade within an hour until now.
“Yeah, she was strong. But vida, you should go back to sleep. It’s late. You don’t ever gotta worry about me.” He's whispering so as not to startle you any more, thumb running over your chin as he looks up at you with his deep, endless brown eyes that almost pleaded with you to believe him.
"I always worry about you,” you replied honestly. Because of course you did, how couldn’t you? He might have been invulnerable by any reasonable standard but you dreaded the day he encountered something that the Rider couldn’t heal. “Are you sure you don’t need anything?"
Robbie swallowed thickly and shook his head before telling you something that almost made your eyes water.
"Nah. Just you."
All he wanted was you here in his arms and in his bed. With the softness and desperation in his eyes, you believed him. You flicked off the bedside lamp and settled back down in his arms. He thumbed your hip and tugged you closer with a touch so soft for such well-worked hands. You all but melted into him, into his chest, into the faint smell of burn and blood, and the comfort that he brought.
You let your hand rest on his chest as you often did. It was a sweet habit of yours, one which Robbie loved. But tonight things were a little different. You slid your hand down the soft burgundy cotton of his shirt before letting your fingers dive beneath the hem and graze just above his belly button. Your palm splayed out, rising with each slow breath he took. He wasn’t sure what comfort you derived from touching him like that but the touch grounded him, brought him back to Earth again from wherever he was floating that night, untethered. He needed your skin on his as tree roots needed soil and sunlight. That touch made him feel human again, like maybe the weight he carried wasn’t so heavy after all.
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Robbie Reyes tag list:
@icy-spicy
I’ve lost the rest of the tag list for him yall I’m so sorry 😭 Please let me know if you’d like to be added!!
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redpool · 2 years ago
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It's a crime how little fanfiction there is for Robbie Reyes.
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nerdieforpedro · 11 months ago
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12/10/2023 - Weekend Update
Nerdie! Look at you staying on a schedule.
I know! Being half-way organized. It's kinda nice.
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We'd never thought we'd see the day. So what's new?
I made some fic posts this week:
Sard'ika Sessions - Session Two (Din Djarin x plus size female reader)
Christmas List (Robbie Reyes x reader)
The Brave, The Bold, The Dirty - Fanfics that I adore (Volume 3)
A New Tradition with Frankie (Frankie Morales x GN reader)
We also spread positivity though everyone's ask boxes and exchanged lovely messages with each other and loved on each other.
Read anything this week?
I did. A large portion of it is in my Fanfic appreciation post volume 3 which the link is above. I also started a volume 4 because I love highlighting different author's works that I've enjoyed. 😀
I'm just going to pick my top three for the week:
Don't Drink the Punch by @wildemaven (Soft Dave and female reader. I'm a fan of soft Dave. He can be soft and sweet. He and the reader are married and they're at a work event. It's lovely.)
Exposed by @maggiemayhemnj (Ezra and female reader. Turns out this is her first fic. I was flabbergasted. The Imagery, word flow and cadence are all from someone who's pen name is one word, like Cher or Homer or Ms. PayDay.)
Insatiable by @pedge-page (Frankie Morales and female reader. Part three of their three part emotional sexual odyssey with Frankie and the female reader. There's big feelings and lots of smut abound. But there is a sweet end to it.)
What happened outside of fanfics this week?
I was sick most of the week. I ended up in the ED at work and was out for the week. Thankfully I'm on the mend and should be ready this upcoming week for work and beyond! I caught up on different FBI shows, watched Loki with my mom (she wonders if he's going to be at a convention - I'm hoping not so she won't bum rush the man,) and bought a book on flowers. I've also been starting back up on learning Spanish again.
What's coming up this week?
I'm working on another Robbie Reyes fic - likely to be a one shot but dark because the Rider is dark. Gabriel Luna had a birthday this past week, @musings-of-a-rose sent me all the pictures so this is where we are in life right now. All Luna’ed down and what not.
I'm gonna try for some more fluff, maybe with Dieter, Frankie or Benny. Not sure who. We'll see.
I could, possibly, be working on one of my other series that I started and dropped like a hot potato. Maybe they'll have new chapters. People were reading them, which was the weirdest thing.
Session Three of Sard'ika Sessions will be up on Wednesday. The Way is paved with Space Smut according to the Maker. 🫡 We'll be at the mid-point so we're in for a shift, but no worries. Session four, five and six took up a lot of pages in my notebook and it was all outlined with a lot of things. Maybe some more improper beskar use? Might need to touch base with The Armorer on that. 👀 Didn't know that was included in the ancient ways either.
Nerdie, don't be messing with The Creed like that.
To be fair, I did mention in Session one that there would be liberties taken with both The Creed and The Way so the latter sessions are where more of those liberties are taken. Maybe a lot, maybe a little. You'll have to read and see. Different Mandalorians see The Creed differently, why can’t I?
I am curious about what liberties my Space Sister @linzels-blog would make with The Creed. 🤔
Wait, why is it weird that people were reading your other series?
Since I haven't updated them for months, I didn't expect them to get any comments, then they did. It was very sweet and got me thinking, maybe I should finish that at some point, or at least add to it. I'm trying to focus on one at a time. Can't be crossing streams.
We get it, but that joke though? Could have done without that. Any last thoughts?
I need to work more on the pickled Peña project. Haven't finished that yet. Stay safe and hydrated. There are nasty bugs that are wreaking havoc on people's noses and sinuses. We’re very happy that @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin and @for-a-longlongtime have lived to tell their stories.
Also check your knives and watch your tips. I guess you can palm the tips or take them and do whatever as long as you're safe about it.
Nerdie, what are you talking about...? Do we want to know?
If you know, you know and if you don't, find some hot tips. 😘
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Stay safe and don't get any in your eye,
Love Nerdie 💜
(escapes to a certain moodboard 🍆)
Nerdie! You can't just say that and leave! 😠
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Currently busy with writing the next chapter of “Ghost Rider - From the Files of the ‘Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.’”. In the meantime, here’s a preview:
Inside the memory void
Phil Coulson: "Thank you for coming in."
Jemma Simmons: "Of course, sir. I am Agent Jemma Simmons. And this is-"
Leo Fitz: "-this is, I am Leopold Fitz."
Phil Coulson: "Fitzsimmons, yes. You know, when I first heard about you, I thought you were one person."
Robbie, Gabe, and Nico opened their eyes and, immediately, found themselves in a new location. The feeling was surreal, like stepping into a vividly detailed dream. After a quick examination of the room, they realize that they were in a conference room. The late Agent Phil Coulson was standing by them and was speaking with Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz. By how the two looked, Robbie realized this memory must've taken place at least over a decade ago.
Nico, with her hands on her chin, looked perplexed. "That's interesting," she said, "It appears we ended up in Fitz's memory of him meeting Phil Coulson for the first time."
"Why's that interesting?" Robbie asked.
"Because I was aiming for the Maveth mission. Maybe it was the strain of the spell. When I was on my own, targeting a specific memory was a lot easier. As soon as you two got involved, it got harder to concentrate."
"Is that a problem?"
"No, it means I just need more practice. Anyways, I need to fast-forward us to Maveth. Gabe, are you good-"
Turning to Gabe, Robbie and Nico saw that he wasn't paying attention to them. Instead, he was looking at his legs. It took a second for both Robbie and Nico to realize that Gabe was standing on his own.
The younger Reyes' eyes widened as he continued to marvel at his newfound ability to walk. Every step he took must've felt like a miracle, as if he had been granted a reprieve from his wheelchair-bound reality. His fingers trembled as he touched his thighs, which hadn't carried his weight for years.
"Robbie," he whispered, his voice quivering with emotion, "I can't believe it. I haven't walked in so long. This is...incredible."
Robbie, who had witnessed Gabe's struggles and the countless hours he had spent by his brother's side, couldn't help but smile. He knelt down to meet Gabe's eyes, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's been a while since I've seen you move like that," he acknowledged, "Enjoy it while you can."
"Look, while I've gotten used to the wheelchair, and I want both of you to know that a disability doesn't make you any less of a person...it is nice to be able to use my legs again."
Just to test his legs out even more, Gabe began running circles around Fitz and Simmons. Since this was just a memory, neither Fitz or Simmons acknowledged Gabe's presence. Although they were on a mission, Robbie and Nico couldn't help but laugh at the sight.
But as Gabe stopped to catch his breath, Nico, although she didn't want to be a downer, she also didn't want Gabe to forget where they were. "Hey, remember, we're in Fitz's memory. This isn't reality."
"I know, I know," Gabe said, dismissively, "It's 'Inception' rules, we're just projections of our subconscious minds."
"I mean...I guess? Anyways, let's go Burning Boys, we need to skip a few years to the Maveth-"
Nico stopped when the lights in the conference room suddenly went out. Coulson, Jemma, and Fitz suddenly went stiff, as if they had become mannequins or life-like wax sculptures. Robbie, Gabe, and Nico began to back away from the frozen agents, confused. Nico armed herself with the Staff of One while Robbie unlatched the steel chains that were wrapped around his chest.
"What the hell is this?" Robbie turned to Nico, who looked just as confused as he did. "Magical Girl, is this a normal part of the spell?" he asked.
Nico shook her head. "I have no idea what's going on."
"Are we being invaded?" Gabe asked, going into a fighting stance to prepare himself.
"I don't know," Nico said, "I'm pretty sure we're not. I would've felt something. Other magic-users can't just...for the lack of a better term, hack into another user's spell."
"I don't feel anything either," Robbie said.
"Zarathos, are you following me right now?" Robbie thought.
"Yes I am, Reyes," Zarathos answered in the back of Robbie's mind.
"What the hell happened to the memory? Is this a demon or something that's doing this?"
"This is going to sound strange, Robbie...but I'm not quite sure. I can confirm that the ugly, middle-aged man who was your former boss is still watching over all of you. Nothing is happening out here."
"That's all you can give me?"
"Well...I can't explain it...but I somewhat recognize the energy that's causing the memory spell to falter."
"Energy? What energy? And how do you recognize it?"
"There is something that's affecting the spell. And I recognize it...because it's the energy of a Spirit of Vengeance."
"Wait...what-"
Suddenly, the once serene environment trembled, and the walls flickered like an old film reel. A bizarre storm, filled with swirling colors and strange, otherworldly shapes, materialized in the corner of the conference room. Robbie, Gabe, and Nico grabbed onto the conference room table, clinging on for dear life as the colorful storm began to pull the trio into it.
"Robbie, what's happening?!" Gabe shouted, "Where the hell did that storm come from?!"
Robbie squinted at the tumultuous anomaly, his usually confident demeanor giving way to a sense of unease. "I don’t know, something’s gone wrong! Just hold onto the table!" He turned to Nico, who was whispering something that Robbie couldn't hear. If he had to guess, Nico was trying to end the memory spell. "Nico, can you control this?! Can you end the spell?!"
"What the hell do you think I'm trying to do, Burning Boy!?" Nico, her brow furrowed with concentration, tried to regain control over the memory spell. After positioning herself so that her chest was directly facing the table, thus allowing her to use her body to anchor her down, she began to move her hands in an attempt to stabilize the memory. Although she was frightened, she dug deep into her Kamar-Taj lessons to try to eliminate the storm. Despite her movements, the storm raged on. "Okay, I don't know what's happening. I'm trying to stabilize or end the spell, but nothing is working."
"So we're trapped here!" Robbie shouted.
"I'll figure something out! And boys, don't you even think about killing yourselves! That will not wake you up from this!"
As they grappled with the storm's sudden appearance, the Leo Fitz who was a part of the memory suddenly woke up. He immediatly grabbed the table after feeling the storm's pull on him. Surprisingly, Jemma and Coulson were still unaffected by the storm.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" he demanded, his voice echoing in the ever-changing, distorted landscape.
"Leo, huh?!" Nico shouted, "How are you with us?! You're the host-"
"-I don't know and I don't care right now! Just get us out of here!"
Nico, growing more desperate to regain control, attempted to end the spell once again. She closed her eyes and chanted softly, her hands glowing with purple energy. "Okay...okay, okay, okay! Just hold on, everyone! Let me just....clear my thoughts-"
However, before Nico could start her incantations, an unseen force suddenly tore the group apart. Robbie, Gabe, Fitz, and Nico were forcibly separated, their vision blurring as they were hurled in different directions within the chaotic memory void.
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rokhal · 1 year ago
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Rated E for Explicit.
Every fandom needs some seriously fucked up angsty dubcon PWP to make a healthy ecosystem, right?
Well, ANGR people, our ecosystem just got healthy. Mind the tags.
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itsmoonchik · 1 year ago
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Robbie Reyes as textposts
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wazzappp · 1 month ago
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so @moosemonstrous new fic fucking activated something in me like a sleeper agent and uh. I kinda went dummy off of flinstone gummies chat
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I HAVE DETERMINED THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE FOR FUNNIE PURPOSES
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MY REASONING: I think it would be funny if Ellie (Eli) was 6ft when she was alive and now it's transfered over in death
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moosemonstrous · 8 months ago
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🧡 SNUGGLY KISS!!! FLUFF!!! <33
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SNIPPET
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littlekidsteve · 8 months ago
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Ooooo this comic is so good 😍😍😍😍
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One of our most recent projects in intro to SEQA class was to make a 5 page environmental comic with action and using existing superheroes! I used Robbie Reyes and Johnny Blaze from the All-New Ghost Rider series (please read it, it’s so good) This was super fun to make despite the lack of sleep while working on it. There are some mistakes here and there (I’m sorry if they’re OOC) but overall I’m proud of how this turned out! 
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avengerphobic · 28 days ago
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PWP from a fic that I'm not going to finish. Amadeus teaches Robbie how to suck dick
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