#this is not meant to be an attack on the Sky team I’m just being silly

[fake-sky-news]

Hello, friends! 💫

Our last post didn’t seem to be all that popular with the Sky community. We wanted to take the time to clarify why these changes are being made.

You see, we don’t feel like we’ve been milking the Sky community enough. I mean, sure, most of the good stuff is IAP, but getting skykids to spend large amounts of candles for dumb reasons felt like untapped potential to us. It’s an added motivator for players to buy candle packs, which brings in more cash so I can get another latte (I’ve had twelve today with all the candle pack purchases this is bringing in).

So with that in mind, we hope you enjoy Sky Rent, and the added realism it brings! 💫

See you in the skies!

[the-xolotl]

Thundering Rain

Qí Yù | Rafayel x Reader

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: You and Rafayel cozy up during a cold storm to enjoy each other’s company when you realize he got up for something but didn’t come back to cuddle you.

—• TAGS: Domestic fluff, kinda ooc Rafayel (? if you squint), no use of Y/N, use of the pet name my love, beta read (imagine that)

A thunderstorm had been raging outside for hours now and you are thankful, for once, about the harsh seasonal changes because not just did you enjoy the rain and the majestic flashing of light that occasionally lit up the otherwise dark gray sky, you didn’t have to go to work. You could enjoy a leisure day indoors, listening to the calming sound of the rain hitting the window and the deep thunder clapping after each rapid flash of light with a warm blanket and hot beverages.

It’s true you loved your job, loved the adrenaline of being a hunter, the thrill of battle, but it was nice to sit back and relax for a bit. And some reprieve was definitely due after these past few weeks, Linkon City had been seeing more and more Wanderers roaming inside the more civilian populated areas, your team along with some back ups had been dispatched as first responders almost every time; it’s been busy to say the least.

And Rafayel had definitely not appreciated your constant absence. You don’t blame him, you missed him too. Because your job wasn’t just turning monsters to dust and protecting innocent people; each attack meant a lot of paperwork, desk work, meetings. It meant time away from home and away from your already clingy, needy lover.

Who, speaking of, had suspiciously gotten up from cuddling you in the sofa and hadn’t come back.

The now cool spot behind you made you realize his absence. But as you were about to get up to look for the purple-head you heard his voice, “Stay where you are, how you are, for another 30 minutes…” Rafa trailed off.

He didn’t even ask politely yet you remained on your spot no questions asked and turned your head back to look outside the large, tall window that gave the perfect view to the backyard. “So that’s where you’ve been the whole time,” you chuckled softly, of course he was.

“Inspiration should never be wasted or ignored. The best master pieces ever created were in spontaneous bursts of creativity,” He stated as if it was the most honest to god truth. Yeah, alright.

Amused you simply retorted, “Is that a fact?”

“Most likely,” he shot back before taking a small pause, “Besides, you barely noticed after almost an entire hour I didn’t come back beside you.”

The last part sounded more begrudging, you didn’t have to look at him to know he’s pouting. You couldn’t help but giggle, “Yeah, my back was getting cold. That’s how I noticed you were still gone.” Rafa let out the most offended scoff, he didn’t even dignify with an answer.

The room falls silent again save for the rhythmic pattering of rain, it’s then you realize he’s actually concentrating and you can’t help the little leap your heart makes. “Are you painting me?”

“As I was coming back from the kitchen the scene and atmosphere looked perfect so I just had to capture it,” he explains, “I haven’t had the opportunity to play around with darker tones or paints in a while and I recently acquired some very high quality materials to produce stunning shades. Very rare finds, honestly.” The Lemurian continued on to explain how and where he’d manage to obtain them, of course pointedly mentioning that he needed something to do in your absence because it was just so so boring.

More than half an hour had past, that’s for sure, as you filled the time with more banter and teasing remarks.

“Rafa can I move now? I’m going to have neck pain and be stuck in this position forever if I don’t get up soon,” you whine loudly, “The painting won’t be needed to immortalize this moment then.” He only tsk’s at you, calling you over to see the painting.

“Holy shit you weren’t kidding, the pigments are so rich!” You know little to nothing about art, any scattered knowledge or artsy lingo has definitely come from listening to your boyfriend talk about art. You study the painting detail by detail, from top to bottom. He really does deserve the fame, not that you’re biased.

Rafayel smiles big like a satisfied cat (ironically) at your praise and expression of awe.

Though the more you steady the painting the more you realize the gloomy tempest going out outside was definitely not the focus of this piece like you had originally thought, despite the fact that the oversized window gave the perfect opportunity to capture it so.

Instead you realize most of the spotlight was you. Rafayel had clearly taken his time; each curve of your features was perfectly drawn and shaded, the way the light made light and dark contrasts against the little skin that was not covered by the quilt, the shine in your eyes that reflected the lighting that occasionally flashed and the hair that framed your face. The content of your expression clearly denoting how engrossed you’ve been on the weather outside, he even included the faintest curl of the corner of your lip. And you looked cozy as hell with the blanket all the way tucked up to your chest and your hands wrapped around the (then) steaming mug of coffee.

A heat crept up your cheeks and chest. Is this how he saw you? Is this what his eyes see when he looks at you? Truly? You must’ve had your thoughts written in your face because he breaks the long silence with in a soft voice, “You are the inspiration of the painting, my love,” circling back to one of his earlier comments. You turn to face him fully, meeting eyes as he was already looking at you, as soft smile that matched the softness of his voice spread across his lips.

“It’s going to be part of the next exhibit, on a very special spot.”

“I’m sorry what?” You lamely ask, astonished but still in a monotone.

Rafayel had the audacity to laugh in your face as he gave the cavas a few strokes with the brush to accentuate some shadows. “It’s not finished yet, of course. I will accept no less than perfection,” he says slowly, words as methodical as his painting technique, “Specially when it comes to you.”

If you weren’t blushing before you sure are now. You shove him gently when he takes the brush off the painting, attempting and failing to hide how much he managed to fluster you.

Another long pause passed, but this felt more intimate, watching him closely add some details, switch between different size brushes for finer details. Rafayel sure went into his own bubble when he worked, yet he is always somehow very aware of his surroundings. At least at the moment he was.

“Not a lot of people get the privilege to watch me like this, so up close, let alone live. Are you feeling how privileged you are?” The tone of playful arrogance brings you back and pops the bubble of comfortable silence. But it does make you giggle.

These little moments make you fall deeper in love with him.

⟢ A/N: feels kinda funny posting my writing for the first time in the internet tbh. i usually only write for my friends/myself so i hope you enjoy my lil rot. it’s been raining so much in my area it gives me a very cozy vibe.

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 12 - Amortentia

@jegulus-microfic April 12, Word count 485

Regulus swooped through the sky. His Cleansweep beneath him and the snitch in sight. He defied nature with his dives and twirls as he hurtled towards the golden ball. His fingers stretched in front of him. He was so close, so close. Then, that lumbering James Potter cut him off as he flew for the goals. In that split second, he lost sight of the snitch. He scanned the air and, to his horror, spotted the Gryffindor Seeker speeding forward 10 ft below, and there was the snitch. 

He flattened himself to his broom, urging it to go faster. The wind roared in his ears. He stretched his hand again and watched the Gryffindor Seeker’s fingers wrap around the snitch. 

He quashed his anger and zoomed to the ground. He landed with a soft thump and stormed off for the changing rooms. He basically drowned himself in the showers. He stayed there long after the rest of his team had left. 

Once dressed, he put his broom away and began the long walk back to the castle. He saw a familiar shock of messy black hair passing the Quidditch stands. He saw red. 

He rushed forward and shoved Potter into the stands. 

“I would have won the game if you hadn’t cut me off!” He yelled at James, who was still in shock at having been pushed by Regulus. “Did you even know you’d done it?!” He asked, getting more annoyed. 

Regulus suddenly found himself being pressed into the stand’s canvas. James had flipped them around and was crowding him, holding his arms by his sides. 

James leaned in so he was inches away from Regulus’s face. 

“Listen here, Black. I have no idea what you’re on about, and I don’t appreciate being attacked from behind.” 

Regulus was about to snarl a scathing remark at the boy, but then a familiar scent drifted into his nostrils. 

Regulus had smelt that scent many times when Slughorn brewed Amortentia, but he’d had no idea what it meant. And now he did he didn’t know how to react. He just stood there, going a bit limp. James pulled away, looking concerned. “Are you alright?” He asked, his eyes running over Regulus’s face. 

“Can you let me go, please?” Regulus said quietly, all the anger leached from his body. James flinched as though he’d forgotten he had hold of the other boy. He let go, and Regulus slumped back, reeling from the new information. 

“Do you need help?” James asked, looking around for someone who could help them. 

“No, I’m fine,” Regulus muttered. 

Slowly, his senses came back. He screwed up his face. How could James Potter be what he most felt attracted to? He put his hands on the Gryffindor’s chest and, with a lot of effort, heaved him away from him and hurried away from him, not stopping until he was safely in the Slytherin Common room. 

Next part

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 28

chapter 47:

1. 😟😶 no one even got to say goodbye. i- WHAT THE HELL??? FUCKING RIDDLE

2. i’m at least happy that remus, james, and pandora can all take care of each other during the games.

3. im actually highly worried about regulus being a death eater. too worried, actually

4. “Regulus realizes it as he sits there, never moving or doing anything at all, just breathing; he isn't scared this time. Not even a bit.”

reg not being scared makes ME scared

5. “He had planned to kiss Remus' mask one last time, and kiss Remus, too.”

of COURSE it’s ALWAYS wolfstar that tips the tears over. why does THAT make me sob???

6. oh shit. it’s a maze

7. “”Come now, surely you wouldn't harm me and little Draco, would you?"

"I'm going to give you one chance to run," Sirius tells her, holding still, "and take little Draco with you."”

LMAOO they both know she’s lying out her ass

8. “It's Mavis and Velvet; they'd done exactly as they promised they would. They found weapons, found each other, and they died together. Their bodies are splayed out on the ground right beside one another, curled close in death like the lovers they were in life.”

oh shit oh shit oh shit i’m starting to cry again. i feel so bad for them, but don’t blame them in the slightest. it’s what i would have done

9. “and there's just this quiet, momentary mourning and respect for two people who loved each other and decided, together, that they would not participate in a game as cruel and sadistic as this one. They went out together, in complete control of their own fate, and they never deserved anything other than a long life full of love.”

crying HARDER. this would be the turning point in the games for me. i shit you not, i’d start teaming up and trying to break out the fucking arena

10. “And then, unprompted, Regulus' voice rings out, nearly snarling. He's addressing the sky, the audience, the Hallows in a low hiss of derision when he declares, "When you take them, you take them together, and know that it's your fault."”

i know i’m quoting this whole little section, but it’s IMPORTANT and it HURTS and everyone in that arena is being human right now instead of trying to survive. they’re all united on the front that they’re human and understand what it meant to love

11. i’m not surprised that the “first” kill of the arena was made by sirius. especially since it was to save regulus

12. WAIT YALL ARE GONNA LAUGH AT ME FOR THIS!!! sirius killed twelve people in the arena the first time. just like how he was blamed for twelve deaths in canon. i. it took me too long to make that connection yall

13. oh CHRIST i forgot that they planned to kill marlene’s parents in front of her right before she went in the arena. i’m so sorry. i want to comfort her

14. “Someday, Riddle is going to fuck with the wrong person, and they're going to slaughter him, and on that day, the whole world is going to shine just a little brighter” 👀 side eye

15. sirius has too much trust in regulus and i understand why and i see that, but BABES you’re so wrong

16. “In fact, they're all eyeing him like they're considering just killing him now so they won't have to deal with the headache he is sure to be. He's so ridiculously fond of each of them, truly.” 😶😑😶 blink blink. my dear. you need therapy

17. i- eli got in the arena and took a GODDAMN NAP- no fucking way. that’s wild y’all

18. regulus hating the rain is so me. and i’m not even exaggerating. reg hates the rain and refuses to go in it. if i get wet from the rain, the second i get indoors, i start having severe panic attacks over getting wet. i don’t blame him in the slightest.

19. y’all. people have really got to stop challenging regulus. he says that he’s gonna kill a person or stab them with a fork or brutally maim them if they kill/insult james or sirius. and every damn time, people still test him. and every time, he goes through with it. why do people not believe him?? he SAID he won’t hesitate

20. the authors notes are literally me on the previous point (19):

“regulus: i am telling you explicitly what i will physically do to you if you do This Thing

everyone else: *does it anyway and is immediately shocked when he follows through*

like??? DOES HE LOOK LIKE THE TYPE OF MAN WHO JOKES??? WHY DOES NO ONE TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY??”

😭😭😭 me fr

remember to respect zar’s wishes and fanfic laws! do not buy fics! do not repost crimson rivers on other sites. please and thank you.

[kining-the-evil]

Pitty Party

/Summary/: After a mistake on a mission that led to another member of the team getting hurt May is there to help bring you back to earth

/Trigger warnings/: talks of death, talks of being in jail, panic attacks, no pronouns are used but reader is meant to be they/them, may is a mentor to the reader

/Requested by/: @mellifluous-fics

Agents of shield Masterlist. Other masterlists

/AN/: I am so, unbelievably sorry this took almost a year to get out. I’m going back and trying to get all of the old fics out that were the original requesters. I really hope it was worth the wait.

Slap…Slap…Slap…

You listened to the way your fists hit the punching bag in front of you. Your hands were starting to go numb, but you ignored it as you continued to hit the bag. You didn’t want to stop, you couldn’t stop. Not after today. Not after you fucked up the way you did. Not after you let Fitz get hurt on a mission.

You heard someone come into the room, but you ignored it, just like you had every other time someone from the team came in to try and talk to you. You ignored Sky, Colson, and Grant. Even Simmons left Fitz’s side to try and talk to you, but you refused to stop or look over at her as she told you Fitz was going to be okay.

“I didn’t come in here to be ignored.”

You hesitated for a second when you heard May's voice, but the moment you did, a flash of what happened went through your mind and you went back to hitting the bag. May let you continue for a few minutes before speaking again.

“You’ve been at it for two hours, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“‘M fine.” You finally mumbled, but her words got to you slightly. You started to feel the exhaustion from not only the two hours of active work you just did, but the mission you’d been on before this. You felt your body stagger slightly, your arms getting heavy and you could suddenly feel the sweat covering your body.

A hand touched your shoulder, pulling you back from the bag, and you let it. Your hands fell as you were led back a few feet, and you had to work to stay upright.

“Sit.” May commanded, though her voice was slightly softer than it normally was. She pushed you down onto a bench, walking away to grab you some water, not that you drank it. Instead you just looked at the water as you tried to catch your breath.

“Don’t throw yourself a-“

“It’s not a pitty party.” You snapped through labored breath. You knew this speech, it was the same thing May had given you a thousand times. When she was training you and you had a tough day, when you failed a mission for the first time, even when she came to recruit you for SHIELD. You could remember it like it was yesterday, how you were in a ‘correctional facility,’ no one had visited you the entire time you were there, your parents making it clear they didn’t want anything to do with you after the ‘incident.’ That’s when May showed up, offering you a place at their youth training center, and you happily took it instead of being stuck in that facility for any longer than you had too. You could remember exactly what she said; ‘you can stay here and throw yourself a pitty party or you can make a difference.’

“It sure looks like one,” May told you. “You’re ignoring you team, Fitz is going to be fine-“

“He’s not fine!” You finally snapped. “Fitz isn’t fine! He got shot because I could do my damn job and clear the building!” You stood up and threw the plastic cup of water to the ground. May just watched you, her hands crossed across her chest. “Say something!”

“Say what?” She sounded like her calm composed self, and it pissed you off.

“Anything! Yell at me! Tell me I was an idiot that doesn’t know how to do my job! You should be angry with me, everyone should be!” You yelled at her as your eyes filled with tears. “I’m the reason my teammate almost died! I’m supposed to protect you all, that’s my job, and I couldn’t even do that!”

May just watched you yell as tears streamed down your face. You were sure everyone could hear you at this point, but you didn’t care. You wanted May to tell you off like she did every other mistake.

“How many missions have you successfully completed?” You frowned at her words as you cried.

“What-“

“How many missions have you completed successfully?”

“I don’t know… a lot?”

“And how many have ended with a teammate hurt in a way that could have been lethal?”

“Two.” May’s face softened at your answers slightly.

“That time wasn’t a mission-“

“That’s what we called it. And because I didn’t watch the owner of that convenient store we robbed my best friend that I considered family died. And now another friend I consider family almost died because I didn’t watch for any threats like I should have been doing! So don’t make this into a ‘it only happened once, everyone makes mistakes,’ because this isn’t that! These two times matter more than any other mission I’ve completed!”

By the end of your little rant you were full on crying, almost hyperventilating as you wrapped your arms around yourself. A panic attack. You used to get them a lot when you were younger, but you hadn’t had a bad one like this in years.

You were so wrapped up in your struggle to breath and the flashing memories that you didn’t realize May had moved closer to you until her strong arms were being wrapped around you.

“Follow my breathing.” May told you,and you did your best to match your shaky breaths to her strong ones. You don't know how long you stood there together doing that, but eventually you were able to slow your breathing. Even after that May kept her arms around you.

“You aren’t getting sent away for this mistake, none of us are going to leave you because you made an honest mistake. Okay?”

“I should still be punished.”

“Normally I’d agree to a good punishment for a mistake, but I think you’ve done plenary.” May motioned to your split and bleeding knuckles. “Now, come on. Fitz was worried sick that you were punishing yourself over this.”

You nodded and let May lead you out of the room and back to your team.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Ok before I say anything else BRUH I took the quiz you reposted and guess who I got….also mf sae…..bro??? Wavelengthed too hard but STAY STRONG NO CONVERTING

EVIL YUKI SHSHSHSJ actually know dw all the shit and slander yuki has to go through now is just setting him up to become rough and tumble yuki so he can get the development he deserves it’s all part of the plot!!! STOP ITS SO EMO but ig its better than one of them being left behind by the other shevdhshsh (or you let mc live and then we can be with Karasu instead/j) I’ll never be get over how interesting hollyhock mc is though (the whole belonging/ownership/love dynamic is SO unique I love it sm) on the complete opposite side of the spectrum we have otoya being done TOO MUCH justice LMAOOO it’s ok the story and plot slap so he can have a pass

DADFAILURE LOSERS I LOVE IT HAHAHA esp while yuki has his life (pretty much) together truly the embodiment of tabieitaken shenanigans also KING OF KALOS GOES SO HARD??? Mm yes we love yuki supremacy (also the ref to his emperor of 1-on-1 title ugh so peak)

That’s actually insane I feel you though because I’m also scared shitless of getting mobbed by insane parts of fandoms (partially why I’ve never really used tumblr to do anything before besides lurk and also why I am NOT subjecting myself to being one of those regular translators on twitter or tiktok or whatnot I’m not about to get people attacking me in the comments for wild shit shshshsb) BUT I agree lowk….i mean tullireo isn’t going to be rubbed in our faces in the story anyways (I assume) since we’ll be too busy burying Barou’s corpse (I’m screaminf) but THSTS SO REAL “I make money so my wife can breed pokemon and keep them all for herself instead and I’ll build them a whole pokemon pasture/sanctuary” (that would be me as a pokemon breeder fr) bro it was just meant to be the team vibes…it’s giving elegant but strong

LMAO chigiri and Reo forced platonic close proximity chigiri is just THE bestie whether it’s gossip or wingman duties he’s got it all but I’m crying otoya tweaking because he’s like “NOOOOOOOOOOO MY OTP” and Karasu patting him like “idk what you’re on about but hate to break it to you but I don’t think Tullia doesn’t likes you that way”

Wait I know the exact vibe you’re going for it’s giving “drops random lore/information and disappears for three months” LMAOOO fr that older mentor who comes gives hints and guidance kinda like a walk through tutorial guide in a game where they’re like “oh yeah you should go here” only to never be heard from again LFMOAOAAOAOAO GANDALF REAL but that kinda puts a bit of distance in his dynamic I feel? So yes TULLIREO WE ALL CHANT guess I gotta side with otoya this time tullireo OTP LOWK DO IT it’s just the vibes too yk…they just match….guys…..

LMAO my first thought was fr “that scrawny ass kid with a bug net on route 2” imagine they don’t even battle the boy is so scared of ghost type aeguslash that he just runs (I see that typo but I’m not fixing it because it’ll get autocorrected into something unrecognizable and I’m channeling my inner Nagi and being lazy)

LMFAOO reader fr like “where tf did my genes go…” THE PARENTAL LORE GOES CRAZY LMAOAO imagine their kids going to school and yk how elementary school kids usually get those assignments that’s like “what do my parents do?” Etc? Yeah their daughter has to fill out that and her drawing is reader on top of a pile of dead team z grunts carrying nagi or maybe they’re just holding hands but nagi def has to be shown asleep taking a nap and uncle Barou flying in the sky as an angel and readers giant ass red gyarados in the back looming over it all and like a crying Mr. Mikage on the floor

LMAO Reo exclusively using luxury balls so true lowk the premier balls kinda fit Barou’s aesthetic too maybe he splurges on them generally to keep everything consistent and neat looking LOL bro my luck was ass with quick balls actually I think I’ve only ever caught my donphan (as phanpy) with one LMAOA

Pause I see the abamasnow vision (it’s intimidating but imagine it’s as dumb as him LMAOA openly walking up to fire types) arcanine accidentally burning tf out of it is so funny they would SO bully him for that for the rest of his life

Aiku getting what he deserves!! He has his happy ending though he’s just gotta finish up his community service first LOLL ok but him actively very involved with sae and Barou because he deals with them on a more regular level because they’re on the same team and he’s like “I can’t deal with their bitchlessness anymore PLEASE get a girl I’ll even help you but you need STRESS RELIEF. NOW.” LMFAOO wait I’m very excited to see aiku put in his place LMFAOO

When the familial relationship steals the spotlight from the romantic one>>>> LAMSOA /hj perhaps this can be a character study in the future…I’m crying their relationship is so sweet though ugh

EYES WIDE OPEN OMGOMG NEW GRAPHICS!!! No I lowk love the clean look too it fits the vibe fr!! Guys yk it’s serious when the graphics ready…pokemon au here we come!!!!!!!

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO IT’S BECAUSE WE’RE THE SAME PERSON FR no but i think it’s so funny we’re both NOT itoshi lovers which is pretty rare i feel and yet we’re the ones who ended up getting sae himself 😭 the universe wants to convert us to itoshism but we MUST stay strong

HELP YOU’RE SO RIGHT this is just the development he requires…rough and tumble yuki’s bad past is actually a bad past LIFE where he led to the death and despair of all of his current friends (that’s lowkey a crazy fic premise like the whole hollyhock gang reincarnated but only yukimiya gets his past memories back so he has to live with the knowledge that he once betrayed everyone he now loves 😰) agreed at least it’s not one living/the other dying!! LMAOO no because hollyhock reader x karasu is such a normal dynamic tbh free hollyhock karasu from her he does not have the insanity to match her freak 😭 it really is like i said HAHA with a normal reader and author karasu would be endgame but (un)fortunately for him reader is fucked up and i’m an angst lover so he does not get that privilege 🙂‍↕️ also yeah every time otoya does some dumbass shit in the manga/anime i’m like okay YOU are the one who’s starring in hollyhock?? YOU are the bloodthirsty ninja who dies because he loves someone that much??? he would actually be so hype to know that that’s how he’s viewed though…we’ve talked about bllk otoya meeting hollyhock otoya but imagine PURSUIT otoya meeting hollyhock otoya he probably bursts into tears because at least he’s living his cool ninja life SOMEWHERE

YUKIMIYA SUPREMACY ALWAYSSS i had sm fun coming up with everyone’s little nicknames (barou’s being the “never-champion” because he never actually got to challenge mr mikage vs reader’s being the “reluctant champion” because she never even wanted to be champion in the first place…did somebody say #siblinggoals 😜⁉️) and the king of kalos just rolls off of the tongue sooo well especially because his mentor is chris PRINCE like come on now!! pls pokémon au tabiektaken are basically the epitome of their miraverse dynamic like it’s how i would write them if i were in charge of the manga HAHAHA they’re so funny together

PLSS i respect you sm for that because it’s such a double edged sword like on the one hand i love making my silly posts and having my followers and mutuals react but on the other i’m always afraid a post will break containment and reach the wrong audiences because some people are BRUTAL 😭 but if you do ever decide to become tumblr active trust i will defend you from any hate 🤫🫡 can’t say the same for twitter because i don’t have an account nor tik tok because people on there are a different brand of terrifying but i can tussle w some tumblr trolls if needed!!

yeah i def think tullireo will have that togetullia from pi vibe!! like there’s very obviously something going on and it’s mentioned now and again but reader’s relationship with nagi / search for barou are much more forefront so it’s not at all the main focus!! with such an expansive story though it’s so important imo to have more relationships than just the main pairing otherwise things fall flat and/or the main pairing can almost feel out of place?? like why are y’all falling in love when NO ONE else is 😭⁉️

otoya bawling over the loss of his otp meanwhile karasu’s like “there there buddy it’ll be okay plenty of other girls out there anyways what’s an otp 🙂❔” HAHAH he’s the dad with 0 clue of modern slang or anything also wait this reminds me of a specific exchange nagi and reader have during the aegislash arc where nagi’s like “wait i think we’ve been isekai’d” and reader’s like “how do you know what that is” and nagi’s just like “oh reo loves reading villainess isekai manhwa on his pokétch before bed every night” and reader’s like “huh okay” and it’s never mentioned again LMAOOO

yeahhh that’s exactly isagi’s vibe!! along with aiku’s a bit but isagi’s more mature aiku is like the problematic version of that trope 😭 isagi’s the voice reader hears in her head when she tries to ride her bike inside ykwim…agreed it really does differentiate him from the main cast a bit too much for a romantic relationship between him and tullia to make sense!! especially given he’s meant to be barou’s contemporary and barou’s looked up to as The Big Brother of the story isagi kind of ends up giving off that vibe too 😩 now REO on the other hand…otoya and chigiri cooking fr i lowkey love the juxtaposition too where tullia is super motivated and has a dream she wants to accomplish of her own merits whereas reo has everything handed to him but he’s only doing things because his family expects him to?? idk could lead to some fun interactions…plus the first nagi and reader battle (where her houndour uses pursuit on his growlithe) only even happens because she wants to battle for experience but tullia’s already challenged reo so nagi’s her only option ☝🏻 so if you think about it that kind of foreshadows tullireo…maybe my mind already knew what needed to be done FJSKSKA just like i only noticed the arcanine/houndoom parallels AFTER the fact

that kid is so cocky too imagine he throws out his fucking rattata or metapod and he’s like “beat this 😜” because nobody else on route one has been able to yet and then nagiy/n’s daughter’s just like “ok 👍” and out comes aegislash…wait lowkey ykw would be cute is if the bug catcher just becomes her traveling companion after that because of how strong “her” aegislash is (i bet after their daughter has enough pokémon of her own reader’s like ok give aegislash back now and train your own team up) like he’s like “woah if i stick with you i’ll definitely become more powerful” and ofc nagi’s daughter is as nonchalant as he is so she doesn’t gaf but then they end up falling in love or smth and having that black cat introvert girl x golden retriever extrovert boy dynamic FJDNFJSKJS omg now we’ll have to come up with nagiy/n GRANDCHILDREN lore (unrelated but the thought of nagi as a grandfather is so cursed)

I’M CRYING AT THE IMAGE OF BAROU IN HEAVEN he’s definitely one of those baby angels with the trumpets and little white wings but it’s just barou’s head and massive hair pasted onto it 😭 and gyarados is just drawn with a massive grin on its face meanwhile mr mikage is just face down on the ground LMAOAOAO and nagi is holding hands with y/n who’s like 🙂 meanwhile nagi is just drawn to be 😴 imagine the teacher’s like why is your father asleep and their daughter’s like “he sleeps a lot 😄” so the teacher is concerned for the child’s welfare?? and that afternoon she pulls up to the nagi household and knocks on the door determined to confront “mr and mrs nagi” about how nagi’s always sleeping and if their daughter is being cared for properly but when they open the door the teacher’s like WHAT THE FUCK because it’s y/n l/n and SEISHIRO nagi not just two randoms standing there 😰 safe to say she runs away real quick…i feel like their son being the older of the two is a lot more like barou somehow?? which is crazy because neither nagi nor reader are anything like him but he just takes after his uncle sm…i kinda picture him looking like season 1 kiyora actually in the sense that he has a very barou-esque coloring but more of nagi’s hair texture 🤔 lowkey he probably acts like wicked game kiyora too like always getting into fights (in this case pokémon battles) and whatnot but also pretty chill (he got the reuniclus because it’s a former nagi team member so it’s much calmer and holds him back whereas aegislash would def egg him on HAHAHA)

okay wait now i’m stealing that for reader’s phanpy…it’s her second pokémon/the first she ever catches so imagine she just panics and throws a ball at it and karasu’s like bro that’s not going to work lmao but it was actually a quick ball she took from his stash because she didn’t have any of her own so it DOES work HAHAHA ofc karasu’s like what the hell because he always tries to use quick balls and they never work for him despite being really effective when yayoi and apparently reader use them (maybe he catches gible in one though?? and that’s why he doesn’t even need to battle it and is able to capture it while otoya and reader are arguing)

i def had to think about zantetsu for a second but him having an absolute idiot of an abomasnow just fits him so so well lowkey the aesthetics are matched too?? imagine he can mega evolve it eventually HAHAHAH you just see dumbass zantetsu with this enormous mega abomasnow and you’re like wait am i cooked?? but then one fire type move and it’s out for the count 😭 pls it’s especially funny because reo actually doesn’t have any fire types so he has to actively work to beat abomasnow meanwhile arcanine BREATHES and it’s gone 😩 zantetsu lucky fr that nagi doesn’t gaf abt battling him…wait lowkey yk what would be fun is just a mini arc of like ovas/spinoff chapters?? showing what characters other than reader are up to…maybe one focuses on manshine trio and the reo vs zantetsu rivalry, another shows a day in the life of isagi and gives a bit more characterization to the other elite four candidates (kunigami kaiser bachira) as well as the elite four themselves, another is like aiku’s field journal of him getting bullied by pokémon, another is yukimiya’s contest training, another is hiori like settling a dispute amongst some safari zone pokémon (or even amongst his team to show the dynamics we talked abt earlier), and maybe even a tabieita one to show what they’re up to when the girls aren’t around 🤔

oaeu aiku is lowkey so entertaining to write though i can’t even lie he has some HILARIOUS lines i just started the barou version and there’s sm lorenzo slander i’m crying…people can’t even get mad because they’re not MY thoughts they’re aiku’s!!! that’s why i was able to get away w sae slander hehehe 🤫🤫🤫 anyways we finally had the dream team of aryu sendou niko and aiku show up as well as the aiku + niko duo getting some screen time so it’s been fun 🤩

no because lowkey a character study of noel noa’s rise to fame through the eyes of someone who’s known him from the start could lowkey be insane if only i didn’t have like ten requests, oaeu, pursuit, and my upcoming 1k event to worry about 😩 not to mention peregrine and hollyhock KFJDJSJS rip to them fr

YAYYYY I LOVED THE GRAPHICS the grey matching nagi’s character color…houndoom being the only splash of color and really standing out…the super neat font (serving barou realness tbh) idk i just really like it it’s def not the same vibe as the oaeu one for example but that one def gives “this is a silly cute crack fic” whereas this one you can tell you’ll need to lock in a bit to read if that makes sense

ALSO DID YOU SEE THE NEW TRAILER it’s looking like we’re getting s1 animation again but honestly it’s whatever s1 was liveable plus they always do my man nagi (mostly) right so i’m chilling…they made otoya’s face and chin SUPER pointy in that one screencap i reblogged but otherwise idm it too much!! KARASU LOOKS SO CUTE I’M SO GLAD HE’S FINALLY GOTTEN SCENES i really like his hair actually it looks sm softer and fluid in the anime style vs the manga!! at the end of the day at least we didn’t get yona of the dawn-ed like maybe the anime isn’t perfect but at least it exists ykwim?? although given how well the manga sells i’m surprised they don’t put more effort into the anime…anyways 🤷🏻‍♀️

[teecupangel]

The thought of a Demogorgon! Desmond beating the crap out of all the baddies just makes me smile at work lol

I’m gonna be honest, nonny, I read this and I immediately went “Oh, hell yeah, tentacle attack twice a turn and gaze that gives stunned, charmed, or confused status effect? Hell yeah, Desmond’s gonna beat the crap out of everyone.”

Then I realized that this must have been talking about Stranger Thing’s Demogorgon and not DnD’s Demogorgon and I’m like “Oooohhhh, yeah. That Demogorgon.”

And I thought…

Hey, nonny.

Wanna fuse them? XD

Let’s take the physical appearance of ST’s Demogorgon, complete with the flower bulb-shaped head and its skin and bones-like body but we’ll give Desmond long range attacks in the form of vine-like tentacles coming from the back of his flower-shaped head.

The flower will be shaped more on the side of a Lotus to give us our sun-theme irony which is Horus’ Lotus (a god associated with the sky and sun) and when the flower opens up, that’s when the Gaze attack is initiated.

Inside the flower is just bright light the same glow that would erupt from a POE and his entire body would begin to show the lines very similar to a POEs when he’s using the Gaze.

Of course, to not make him too OP, he cannot move while he’s using the Gaze.

To make this even creepier, Desmond can connect to any kind of human technology by plunging his vine-like tentacles into them until he reaches the motherboard or anything similar.

If he does this, he can use any piece of tech and he actually uses this to take control of the speakers around Abstergo’s facility, including sealing the entire building so no one can get in or out. They hear Desmond Miles’ voice but it’s being echoed by four clear voices then a legion of other voices that were not clear at all, like they were muffled and they keep overlapping each other.

It would be so much later when Berg and Sigma Team were sent to the facility after it went dark for the past hour that they learn of how this ‘monster’ came to be.

Amidst the carnage and death, Berg found a tape recording of the doctor in charge of ‘Project Seventeen’ and they learned…

They had received orders from Alan Rikkin to use the POE that had been sent to them this morning. They had placed the POE on top of the corpse of Desmond Miles (already been processed and waiting orders if it was meant for storage or for disposal) as ordered and waited to see if the POE would activate.

And it did.

At first, it simply bloomed… like a flower, the doctor described.

Then…

It was absorbed into the corpse.

And the corpse transformed and…

That was the ending of the recording.

Berg looked at the recording with furrowed brows because he knew without a doubt…

Alan Rikkin did not approve any of this nor did he send an unknown POE that wasn’t even in Abstergo’s database at all.

[discodeviant]

HARRINGROVE WEEK, DAY 1: Nineteen | Teen | 2k

Gift Wrapped: Two Tickets to a Baseball Game

Flavor Combos: Spring Break & Roommates 

Specific Dialogue: “Did you keep the receipt?”

I want to preface this by saying that none of my fics for this will follow a coherent timeline lol, so his 30th birthday (spoiler teehee) isn't him turning 30 in this fic's universe etc etc. Please enjoy 💖 !!

Read on AO3 @harringroveweek

“Hey.”

It was a week before spring break. Billy lay on his side of the room, on his bed with a book on his chest, window shut tight to save him an awful allergy attack. He didn’t tell Steve that his birthday was in three weeks; that was something Steve learned by chance (or berating it out of his sister when she visited for Christmas, but the details didn’t matter). He also didn’t tell Steve that he’d been keeping close tabs on the Indiana Imps game since it was announced in October, but there was a day when he left the radio on in the shower, Steve returned a little earlier than expected, and, well…

Steve watched the expectant, if confused, eyebrow lift behind Billy’s book, and trailed over a t-shirt, to shorts, to bare feet before he found sky-grey looking at him too. “Hey,” Billy said, and suddenly the monologue all but melted out of Steve’s memory entirely. “You gonna close the door or what?”

“Oh—“ Steve stepped forward and pushed it closed with his back, still hiding his hands as his face and neck pricked with heat. “Uh, so… you’re… still going on that spring break thing, right?” It was a trip organized by the debate team, which Billy had been a member of since the new semester.

“Planning on it, yeah. Why, you gonna miss me?” He chuckled and focused back on his book, folding his legs under the covers.

Steve rolled his eyes. Flatly, he said, “Yes, because I am in such agony thinking about being away from you for a week.” Billy laughed so hard that he snorted, and Steve wished it wasn’t a lie. He wished that getting stuck with Billy Hargrove in August meant arguing so much that one of them forced the other to move out, but they’d actually gotten along. High school was over, they both ended up at Purdue because rich parents and scholarships were useful sometimes, and they were friends, much to Steve’s dismay. He’d wanted more since Halloween of senior year, but more never came.

“Shut up, man. Yes, I’m going. Why?”

“How early do you have to be up?”

“Uh… I don’t know. Seven, eight?” Finally, he looked up, laid the book on his chest, and gave Steve his full attention. “I will do my best to let you have your beauty sleep. Is that all?” Steve shook his head; Billy frowned. “Then what?” he asked, and the answer came as two slips of paper in Steve’s hand that he couldn’t read. “What’s that?”

“… Happy birthday?”

Billy’s shoulders shrunk into the pillows. “It’s not my birthday.”

Steve shrugged. “Close enough. Do you wanna go to the game or not, because I can just—“

“What—what game?” Billy asked, and he was up on his feet in an instant, grabbing the paper from Steve’s hand to see that they were two tickets for the Imps game on the twelfth. “What the fuck, Harrington? Where’d you—did you just get these now?”

“Maybe.”

“Are you for real? How did you even—… how much were they?”

“Why’s that matter?”

“I’ll pay you back!”

“No, you’re not paying me back, dumbass. It’s your birthday.”

“It’s not my birthday.”

“Early gift.”

“Did you keep the receipt?”

“No, I didn’t keep the receipt! What’s the matter with you?”

“Steve—“

“Billy.”

Both of their hands were in a stale mate, each holding the tickets while one trembled a little more than the other. Steve looked down into Billy’s eyes, unable to decipher sadness from disbelief. “You’re serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious. Jesus. Have you never gotten a damn birthday present?”

“Not—“ Steve regretted the question as soon as Billy’s shoulders slumped down with a huff and rolling eyes. “Not, like, fuckin’ expensive ones.”

Steve let go then, letting Billy gloss over them in full. “Well… I thought it’d be fun. I don’t know.”

“Shit, these seats are insane too.”

“I’d hope so,” he said, and Billy looked up for a moment before wrapping him in a hug that he’d have leaned into forever if it wasn’t so awkward when it was over.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem, man.”

Game night came and went in a flash, mostly because Steve stopped following baseball in middle school, and because his focus was on Billy the whole time. Billy, who stared blank-faced on the way home; who didn’t say a word when the game was over; who stiffened and stuttered and reddened like a beet when the stadium focused the camera on the girl next to him. Straight Barbie-blonde hair, shimmering lip gloss, the focus of the Imps’ kiss cam before it panned over to Billy laughing smugly at the attention.

Steve didn’t know what came over him, whether it was jealousy or the prodding worry that it was now or never, but the impulsion that used to get him in so much trouble won yet again. He pulled Billy towards himself by the sleeve, put a hand on the back of California curls, and yanked him in for a kiss—because if Billy Hargrove was going to kiss anybody at a damn Imps game, it wasn’t gonna be some hussy he’d never seen in his life. It wasn’t gonna be a stranger.

What got Steve more than the wild screaming around them at the stadium, more than the announcer laughing along, more than his own courage then, was that Billy kissed him back. It was short and hard, full of adrenaline and beer and overpriced hot dogs and grape soda, but he did. Steve melted at the other tongue suddenly in his mouth like it was testing the waters before retreating again. Like it wasn’t sure, like Steve would bite it off and swallow it with Billy’s pride.

It was nearing one in the morning when they made it back to their dorm, and Steve kicked his shoes off before Billy asked, “Why—why’d you do that?”

“Hm? Do what?” Oblivious as always, Steve bent down to straighten his shoes against the wall the way Billy liked to keep them. “Better?”

“No, I—the—the camera, I mean, you didn’t—don’t—“ Billy inhaled, sharp and hard through his nose, then recollected himself. “That was just for the camera, right?”

Steve froze and looked back with panic. “Right,” he said, too fast, too loud. “Yeah, it—yeah.” Too humored.

“Mm.”

And he dressed down some more, changing his sweater out for a tank top, jeans for shorts, new socks to sleep in because he was a freak, supposedly. Billy, though, he stayed by the door, stiff as a board, hands in his pockets and staring at the floor. Steve recognized the way he chewed his lip the same way he’d chew on the butt of a cigarette. Waiting, grinding, thinking.

Steve then said, “Kind of,” and Billy looked up. “I mean, I don’t know.”

“I—Steve…”

“Should I not have?”

“No, it’s—“ Billy whispered now. “Not that.”

Steve’s heart was in his throat, trying to tumble out and hide at the same time because it wanted Billy just as much as Steve did, and he might have held his breath a little too long. “Then what?”

Billy turned around to put his stuff down, pieces of memorabilia that Steve also insisted on buying for him. “Nothing, never mind.” But Steve was right back next to him, tugging the sleeve of the jacket he wore because Indiana spring was still too cold at night. Billy faced him, still not making eye contact. Steve wished he would, but the momentary focus was enough. He didn’t want Billy to run away—not now, not ever, and certainly not because he backed out too soon. “Steve—“

“It was for me, okay?” he said at last. Soft, gentle, lacking most of the confidence that he had just a few hours before. Now what remained was the memory that Billy didn’t jerk away. Billy didn’t get angry or yell or hit him or spit the taste of his mouth back out onto his shoe. He may have in high school if Steve pulled the same stunt. But not then, not two weeks before his nineteenth birthday, not when he’d been fine, when he’d been away. Not when Steve made him feel safe. “It was for me.”

Steve crowded him between the door and the desk without realizing how close he’d gotten. Both hands rested on Billy’s lapels, fiddled with the buttons down his chest. He continued: “Look, man, I just—I’ve wanted to do that for a really long time.” He whispered a burning breath between their noses, black cherry slushy still on his tongue. “I just—you know, the camera, and it was on you and that chick, and—“

“Didn’t take you for the jealous type, Harrington,” Billy said, a weak smile on his lips that made Steve smile wider.

“Well, maybe I am the jealous type, Hargrove.” They both laughed small huffs that brought them even closer, and Billy met Steve’s eyes. There went his guard in pieces on the floor, the last shell of King Steve having all but disintegrated. “Can I do it right this time?” His finger dragged along Billy’s jaw, down to his chin, a thumb just a breath away from an anticipating lip. He’d have missed Billy’s nod if he blinked, but his eyes were wide open until they closed again when he leaned in.

Their kiss this time was gradual and careful, treading a sheet of ice that may have been thicker than he thought it could be. Billy slacked underneath him, a hand finding the hem of his shirt, barely touching his side before it pressed a little harder. Now he could savor Billy for everything he was. Strong and divine but soft in places he couldn’t control—his hands, his lips, his heart that Steve felt against his own and knew he’d never stop craving.

His toes pressed against Billy’s boots, unafraid of being stepped on because Billy was careful too. Though pliant, he remained strong in the grip on the back of Steve’s shirt. They shared smoky fruit and spearmint, deep sea cologne and sandalwood. Foreheads pressed against one another after a long minute, maybe two, and Billy sighed; they were both out of breath already.

Steve ran his fingers through Billy’s hair as they fell onto each other’s shoulders and embraced against the door. “Get comfy and come lay down with me.”

Billy asked, “Do you mean lay down or lay down?” and Steve laughed, then shrugged.

“Whatever you want.”

Smiling—“Yeah, alright”—Billy brushed his nose against Steve’s again, asking for another kiss, and Steve gave him just that. Shorter this time but just as sweet, and it was so cold when he let go, but it would be warm again.

So they both got ready for bed; Billy dressed down to briefs and a t-shirt, then took the other half of Steve’s twin. They kissed once and kissed some more, deeper with every breath and rut against each other. Two handjobs later—one drawn out until Billy had to beg—and it was three o’clock. Steve massaged his head, falling asleep in the comfort of Billy’s arms and fingers drawing scribbles on his back. Billy yawned into Steve’s neck, naked against his thigh and toeing those damn socks. “You’re still weird for that.”

“Shut up, my toes get cold.”

“But your dick doesn’t?”

“Mm, not with you to warm it up,” Steve said, shifting so his weight was on Billy.

Billy laughed. “Shut up.” Kissed him again, languid and worn out from the hours of excitement.

With another scratch to Billy’s scalp, Steve said, “Come on, go to sleep. You still gotta be up early.”

He groaned. “For what.”

“Your debate trip, dickhead.”

“Fuck debate,” Billy said, pulling his arms up to hold Steve around his shoulders. “And fuck you if you think I’m going anywhere.”

“Why, would you miss me?”

“You know what, fuck you anyway.”

“Save that for tomorrow.”

“If only you’d be so lucky.”

“I think I’ve got a pretty good chance.”

“Mm…” Billy yawned. “Maybe.” Steve kissed him again, and before they fell asleep: “Thanks for taking me to the game.”

“I’m glad you had a good time.”

“Me too,” he said, wiggling under Steve’s weight until they settled more comfortably. Steve kissed his neck and shoulder and forehead and cheek, then lips one last time before laying down on his chest.

“Goodnight, Billy.”

“Night, Stevie.”

[lovepmd]

I’m in the mood to wax nostalgic.

So like, this commercial for Explorers of Sky: https://youtu.be/0AGMgFPRxiQ?si=Cwa7klXbgUkJLLvI

It was my first ever exposure to Pokémon Mystery Dungeon.

I really, really wanted the game, but my mom bought the game for my older brother and I remember her sounding annoyed when she said “Fine, you two get the same game,” which discouraged me from getting it. (Now, as an adult, I get it. Don’t want to pay full price twice for the same product.)

My first experience actually playing PMD was with the demo dungeons you could get from Explorers of Sky with DS download play. I… wasn’t very good at it. See, I thought that I could close the message log by pressing A. I didn’t look at the controls on the top screen, so I just sat there mashing A, spamming the regular attack and getting beaten up by Snorlax. I even wrote about the experience like it was an excerpt from a book, with a drawing meant to be an illustration that had… more Snorlax than I actually encountered.

Another memory I have was absorbing bits and pieces of the story from what my older brother told me and drawing completely different conclusions. For example, when he told me “Grovyle is stealing Time Gears!” I got this idea in my head somehow that Grovyle was stealing them on behalf of some mysterious employer, and they were going to use them to take over the world. I even drew up a wanted poster for Grovyle of him holding a glowing, shapeless blob because I didn’t know what the Time Gears looked like. (I hadn’t even internalized “Time Gears” and called them “time things.” Which… yeah, I’d call what I drew a “thing.”) Man, if I still had them…

Being eight years old was a wild time.

Eventually, I think I was somewhere around ten or eleven, I discovered Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Red Rescue Team, and it became the first PMD game I actually played and finished. (Since I don’t know if I should count Sky as the first PMD game I played since I only played that demo.)

And the rest is history.

Oh, and the story about Explorers of Sky does have a happy ending: My older brother decided years down the line that he didn’t want it anymore and gave it to me for free! Thank God, because hunting down a physical copy nowadays is… a terrifying prospect. My first time playing EoS, he was around to hear me blab about things he already knew.

i don't think i've seen that/a commercial before for the series, not that i remember at least

that sounds like something i would do lol, just come to my own conclusions from the bits and pieces i heard

that is adorable though!

bit of my own here; while i did play some super smash bros and yoshi story and some other n64 games, blue rescue team was different cuz i played it 100% on my own, without my brother beating the game first or my brother playing along with me

i even tried to get him to help with me with it cuz it was too hard for my small brain to handle, but he didn't want to, and then i managed to eventually beat it

it was years and YEARS later that i even learned about all the post game stuff and the whole thing with gengar

[wolf-m-the-hybrid]

Who wants to see to see the Miis for my Miitopia team? Since I just have the Miis and haven’t really played the game yet it’ll just be the the Miis and not showing their jobs. But I will say what jobs that they’ll have! I will also add some small lore bits since my Miitopia series will be different from the rest of my series on YouTube. By that I mean while my other gaming series are tied together in like one universe, but Miitopia is separate from those series. My Pokémon, FNAF, A Hat in Time, and Fantasy Life series are connected together. But what happens in Miitopia won’t be apart of it.

I have video game and anime characters on my team. But since I’m not entirely good at making Miis I did the best I could making them.

I just love adding lore Miitopia because it’s my favorite game of all time! So there will be some lore stuff. Anyway, let me show you the Miis that’ll be in my Miitopia team!

Main Hero: Wolf M

Jobs: Mage, Imp, Princess

Lore: Wolf M was living on an island when she decides to travel to Miitopia. It was meant to be a vacation, but she ends up being wrapped in the chaos that happens with the Dark Lord. Oh well, let’s just see what else happens.

First Teammate: Tommyinit

Job: Thief

Lore: Tommy used to live in a small village, just messing around with his friends. But when the Dark Lord attacked Tommy managed to run away within the chaos. Now separated from his friends, Tommy now wanders around the world trying to figure out what to do.

Second Teammate: Glamrock Freddy

Job: Popstar

Lore: Freddy used to live in Nimbus, a land in the sky. But one day he wakes up on land with no memory of what happened. Freddy now wonders around helping those in need and wondering how to get back home.

Third Teammate: Arven

Job: Chef

Lore: Arven travels Miitopia, looking for rare and unique flavors. His travels takes smack in the middle of the Dark Lord’s chaos. Doing what he can, Arven tries to assist those who are in need.

Forth Teammate: Narindar

Job: Cat, Imp

Lore: Used to be a god of death, now slightly mortal because of a lamb. When the Dark Lord appeared, Narindar felt a change in the balance of the world. Curious, he decided to travel out into the world to see exactly what was going on.

Fifth Teammate: Nezuko

Job: Cleric

Lore: No one really knows where Nezuko came from, just found in a box. Nezuko flames are able to heal wounds which is strange for everyone. Every night Nezuko would walk a few miles before retreating into her box when the sun rises.

Sixth Teammate: Veyle

Job: Warrior

Lore: Veyle has traveled across the lands, helping anyone in need. Upon hearing that Miitopia was in danger Veyle headed there to save those in need. Now she’s being known across the land as The Helpful Dragon.

Seventh Teammate: Moonjumper

Job: Imp, Vampire

Lore: Moonjumper, once a prisoner of The Horizon, now wanders the land with his freedom. Upon seeing people in trouble, Moonjumper uses his powers to help those in need. Even if his powers are dark.

Eighth Teammate: Noelia

Job: Scientist

Lore: No one knows who or what Noelia is, but they are amazed with my potion skills. It seems as though she’s looking for something. But her potion skills are being used to help people in need.

Ninth Teammate: Chara

Job: Flower

Lore: Once two separate beings, now one with their souls intertwined. Chara uses Flowey’s plant powers to create wind and even sometimes heal. Upon hearing about the Dark Lord, Chara decides to observe the world to see exactly what will happen.

~~~

What do you all think about my Miitopia team?! Feel free to guess what games or anime these characters are from. I’m gonna try to finish my FNAF series so I can finally start playing my favorite game. Also, feel free to draw fan art if you like! But please give credit to my Sona and OCs. Anyway, hope everyone is having a great day or night!

[claire-starsword]

Amon [birdwomen] Class: Birdwomen -> Sky Warrior

The blue lightning flash dancing in the skies!

*** She set off to find her husband Balbaroy, who had been injured and disappeared.

Once she found out of the danger Balbaroy was in, she asked the Shining Force for help. They become some of the few flying members of the team. She's a reliable married lady (?) whose power is on par with her husband. ***

Birdmen like Amon here and Balbaroy used to live in the eastern side of the continent.

Before being attacked by Runefaust, they had their nests at the peaks of rocky mountains near the Tower of the Ancients, but those were all burned down once the Pegasus Knights attacked.

Birdmen usually love to travel, and only return to the nest they were born in to give birth to and raise their own children (they are born from eggs). It isn't just a fancy phrase, the skies of Rune really are their garden.

Runefaust's army found out the time of the year where they reproduced, and attacked their nests at once. Many birdmen gave their lives trying to protect their eggs. _______

Kokichi [Human] Class: Wing Knight -> Sky Lord

The man who staked his life on the dream of flying

*** An elderly man who lives in Bustoke. Dreaming of being able to fly, he perservered at his research for 50 years.

He joins the Shining Force wearing his finished flying machine with flapping wings. His motive is of course, to fight for justice! ***

At first he uses a flying machine with flapping wings but, once claiming the title of "Sky Lord", he remodels it into a small-scale helicopter. What powers said helicopter is a prototype magical superconductor motor (see Guntz's section).

There's evidence of research into flying machines similar to Kokichi's in Runefaust too.

They completed many flying machines, and came under General Elliot's command with the designation of "Flying Soldiers". They were meant to debut at the battle in Pao Plains but, all had engine troubles, and crashed before arrival.

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Notes on Amon:

No I don't get why there's that question mark when calling her a wife/married lady, I'm likely missing some joke here.

Also untranslatable wordplay time! The word used here for lightning flash is 稲妻, which is written using the kanji for wife (妻).

Just me speculating now, but birdmen originally living in mountains might have been inspiration for Bedoe in SF2? Though those live not at summit but all over the mountain. Small detail though.

The GBA version contradicted this though, in a way I always thought was boring as heck.

Notes on Kokichi:

The GBA version connects his technology further with Dr. Crock's, by saying Crock gave him the pointers to make a steam engine for the first winged machine (he had to adapt it for flight though).

[cosmicsnowleopardcrusader]

I saw a furry brown skinned male feline lyran (same color as my new brown eye shadow ‘fawn’ from glossier) and he had huge blue/grey eyes and hair dreads exactly like lil durk - that matched his furry skin color. He was so vivid. His energy felt so kind and caring and careful.

I also remember being on a tram that turned into a magical bus - then a pod of 1– that I was flying so vividly- there wasn’t really anything to hang on to, I was basically close to falling out the whole time it felt. In my current earth life, Ive been on a mission to lucid dream more and more— and to consciously catch myself mid-dream so I could see things from a new perspective. I DID THAT WHILE I WAS FLYING!!!!! I was like whoa I’m back in the dream flying and I’m aware of it happening. So We were trying to escape. I was with dad Jack and someone else at dads we had a team of AI or dark programmed people who claimed to be watching us- the soldiers included guys my age plus older guards. I was soooo horrified and scared in the dream… like pure terror. I was afraid to die.. just the pain, not the death itself. I wanted it to be over with.

At one point I was standing where dad’s old playground was and a massive rectangle piece of what HAD to be tenants of a space station blown to bits (and what felt like the size of 2 cruise lines wide / long) that was about to be slammed down onto the ground (not sure by what— I feel like it was just humans and crazy ancient giant war planes in the sky so I can’t tell where the evil source was. I saw the giant cement like war scrap coming down to be slammed (slow motion like a video game) and knew it was gonna miss me but when it slammed down I saw hundreds of thousands of people get smushed. Some even just injured and not killed- which scared me even more in the dream. I knew once I died, it wouldn’t even hurt and I would flow right I to another life or place. I knew I was in a dream in that way. I just wanted to die so much so the horror would be over, but I kept escaping and surviving. Looking back, if this was a movie, there’s no way I would’ve survived. Time after time the evil kept coming in the dream and I was terrified. Until all the sudden, everything seemed to be over, and the military guys were just actors trying to book flights home lol.

At one point I remember dad and Jack still alive, it was suuuuuper rainy and slippery at one point and I was scared dad was gonna slip and fall.

And at the end I had found a new love who seemed so familiar that our hearts telepathically knew we were destined to be together and we didn’t have to say any words. Im sad to wake up from that part of the dream bc it felt as real as the terror.

At some point the experiment during the battle was over and I survived through attacks and I was vibing with one of the men who was hired to be there— a soldier of sorts— it’s almost like they were actors… and the war scene was over— anyway I fell in love with him at first sight, we had a kiss toward the end and after the kiss I overheard him tell his other female teammate “I’m goin to Omaha” which meant he was booking a one way flight to stay with me and start a new life— bc I had felt that connection with him and I felt safe. And I felt like he was real now and not the soldier from earlier lol. I remember the female soldier he told kinda rolled her eyes and laughed like “really soldier” but it felt perfect and I felt sooooo connected with him even when we weren’t in the same room.

In the end of the dream, once I figured out I’m still alive and not meant to die in that game, I went thru my things in my room I was staying in, only took a couple things, I remember thinning- “oh where I’m going I don’t even need any of that”

Why am I always packing / heading back to Omaha at the end of every dream?!

The man reminded me of Mikey Purlingy— my cubs bleacher buddy I meant last summer lol

[mrvlbimbo]

omg could you pretty please write an eddie x fem!reader where they both like eachother and it’s sooo obvious to everyone but them? and they get teased all the time by everyone, just super fluffy!

I like-like you too

Eddie Munson x reader

Fluff, still 16+ rated bc there’s a lil bit of making out

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Getting sucked into the upside down wasn’t in her spring break plans but then again, when does anything ever go to plan in Hawkins Indiana. And she wasn’t so much sucked in as she dove in headfirst. 

Ever since her best friend had been accused of killing Chrissy Cunningham, she had been on a mission to prove his innocence. Although, it’s a bit difficult to prove that an underworld dwelling demon is invading people’s minds and indiscriminately snapping them limb from limb. 

Luckily for them (or unluckily depending on how you look at it) the monster had opened a gateway in lover’s lake, which was thoughtfully named Watergate by Dustin. 

Leaving the freshmen to wander the bank, the older kids went out on a boat to investigate the gate.  Eddie and Steve inevitably bickered about who would jump in. 

Harrington was a better option since he was on the swim team but Eddie didn’t seem to care, already stripping off his shirt. Her eyes traced over his exposed chest and arms, ogling him a bit obviously. But it was dark, no one was going to notice right? 

Someone did in fact notice. Robin nudged her and whispered “you’re staring.” 

“Nuh uh,” she quickly responded, denying the accusation despite the flush coming over her face. He turned back and winked at her before diving into the water. She felt a rush of adrenaline when the water splashed up from his intrusion, and not in a good way. 

She would be lying if she said she hadn’t been harboring a massive crush on her best friend. Everyone seemed to know but him, which was both reliving and infuriating. 

“You gotta do something about that or one of us will,” Steve commented, referring to the obvious romance between the two. 

“Oooh I volunteer. I wanna see the look on his face.” Of course Robin was the worst with the teasing. She wanted the best for her friends and sometimes that meant a little bit of tough love. 

“You guys are terrible. Don’t you dare.” Before she could say more, Eddie had emerged from the water. Although they joked about it they were not actually going to expose her feelings, however mutual they might be. 

She somehow missed the way he looked up at her with starry eyes, trying to remember what he was about to say. Before he could say anything though, he was dragged back down into the depths by a creature they couldn’t see. 

Not a single thought went through her head before she was diving into the water right after him. She wasn’t sure if anyone else was coming in after her but she’d be damned if she let something happen to Eddie. 

She wasn’t a great swimmer but it was made easier by the gravity that the gate seemingly radiated. When she was pulled through she instantly screamed for Eddie, looking around frantically to find him on the ground being attacked by weird flying creatures. 

She ran over, stomping on as many of the creatures as she could but more kept coming. She sobbed while flailing her arms to try and stop them as they tore at Eddie’s skin. She could see the fear in his eyes and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t help him on her own. 

Luckily the rest of the group busted through the gate soon after, helping take out the monsters. They fled into the woods when a swarm of them appeared in the sky. The landscape was cold and uncomfortable, not that any of them expected the upsidedown to be a walk in the park. 

Once they were somewhat safe she had time to really look over Eddie’s injuries and they were really bad. “You’re bleeding pretty bad.” 

“I’m f-” 

She didn’t let him finish before she was wearing her jacket off and ripping it into strips to tie around his middle. Turns out signing her little brother up for boy scouts had paid off after all. 

Once he was all wrapped up and the bleeding had slowed, she felt a little better. She was still shaken from the whole experience. And then to top things off, it felt like the world was spinning around her. 

She wasn’t the only one feeling it, since the ground was literally shaking under them. She ungracefully fell backwards into Eddie’s arms which he wrapped around her protectively. They were both squished against a rock but he held her out of harm's way. 

If it wasn't  for the life or death situation, she would have been mad when Steve whistled at them. But at that moment she had more serious things to worry about. 

When the tremor was over, they pulled away from each other awkwardly. Both of them were blushing and apologizing profusely. 

Nancy was usually the polite one. It was like her thing, being polite and proper. But even she was fed up. “Are you two going to make out or can we go now?” 

“Nance,” she whined, running after the other girl to scold her for saying that in front of Eddie. Which left him alone with Steve, who had a master plan of his own. 

“She's got the hots for you man.” He wiggled his eyebrows, teasing in his own manor. 

“We’re just friends. She doesn’t like me like that.” He shook his head, not believing a word Steve was saying. He had heard it all before but her reaction to the constant teasing made him believe the rumors about her feelings were untrue. 

“You should’ve seen her face when you got pulled down. I thought she was gonna lose it. But she just jumped right in,” he confessed, using the anecdote to try and prove his point. 

“She’s a terrible swimmer.” He sounded scared. Nothing bad happened but it could have. She could have died in that lake and it would have been his fault. 

“Yeah but she took the risk, for you man. Talk to her, figure it out.” He was stern. Despite not knowing Eddie well he had been good friends with the girl in question for a long time and he knew how much he meant to her. 

Steve jogged up to the girls and told her Eddie needed to talk to her about something. She rushed back, fussing over his bandages and scanning his body for any more injuries. “I like you,” he blurted out, not able to hold back anymore. 

He was sure there must be a more eloquent way to say it but in his defense he was low on blood and in a spooky alternate dimension. He wasn’t all too concerned with being poetic. 

“Yeah bud. I like you too. Glad we’ve covered that base.” She rolled her eyes at his weird compliment. Sure he was always generous with a kind word but this was a weird time for him to remind her he cared. 

“No I like-like you,” he corrected, cringing at how childish it sounded coming out of his mouth. But it was either that or, I’m madly in love with you. And that seemed too severe even given the circumstances. 

“Oh,” she responded, dumbfounded at the confession. 

He took her confusion as a rejection and instantly started apologetically rambling. “Sorry. I didn’t want to make things weird. It’s just like we might die out here and I didn’t want to die without telling you how I fee-“ 

She cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips. It was chaste and short but it got her point across and effectively shut him up. “Eds. I like-like you too.” 

Once she said that all bets were off. He cupped her face with one hand, grabbing her waist with the other, and smashed their lips back together messily.

 This earned a chorus of groans from the rest of the group. “This is our fault,” Nancy said matter of factly. 

“I didn’t think it was actually going to work,” the other girl replied, watching with morbid interest as they practically ate each other's faces. 

“I did.” Steve was of course the mastermind behind them finally getting together, and he took pride in that. 

“Ewww get a room you two,” Robin squealed when Eddie’s hands started to drift lower. 

They pulled apart and she whined at the loss of his tongue in her mouth and his hands on her body. They started walking again to catch up with the rest of the group, staying far enough behind to have their own space. 

His arm was slung around her shoulder, pulling her against his chest as they walked. He ignored the slight twinge in his side when. He brushed against him. He instead distracted himself by kissing her neck hastily. “Eddie!” she gasped. “We need to focus.” 

“Alright, fine. But let me tell you a secret.” He removed his arm from her shoulder and spun her around so she was facing him and they stopped walking again, now far away from the rest of their friends. 

“Mhm,” she mumbled, lost in the way he looked at her and how his hands felt on her hips. 

“I'm gonna give it to you so good when we get home, baby.” He gave her ass a quick squeeze and kissed her before throwing her over his shoulder easily and jogging up to the rest of the group.  “Eddie! Put me down!” She squealed with no real urgency.

[topgunruinedme]

Less Than Achievable - Part Two

Master list

Next Chapter - Part 3.

Previous Chapter - Part 1.

On Ao3.

Synopsis: The time Jake was finally shown he meant something to someone.

Hangman whump TW swearing.

When his hop finally dragged around, he had been running on pure fumes. He had decided after his small chat with the Admiral to start on the manuals immediately, managing 2 hours of sleep between his study. He couldn’t remember much of what he had eaten beside a stray piece of fruit he would find lingering around his study area. No doubt from Coyote, the man had taken a strange attachment to him despite his attempts to separate them.

So he left his wingman. He flew idly in the sky until he saw the old man. Then he risked it all. He was pleasantly surprised at Maverick's laughter when the old Aviator pulled one of his old moves. He felt a strange warmth when the man praised him when he took a page out of the man’s book and pulled a move out of the same book.

Jake shut down his engines mid-air and let Maverick fly past him and he flipped back over the older man’s jet before rebooting his systems and settling behind him in a prime attack spot.

“Oh!” Maverick laughed in surprised glee, “that’s one I haven’t seen in a while!”. He didn’t shoot him down, but he lasted the longest time out of the entire class. Maverick had grinned at him on the way back to base from his jet beside him, “Good hop today Hangman”.

And just like that, he was back in his head, his pleased grin fell, and the warmth that had settled in his stomach was now burning coals that shifted uncomfortably.

Hangman, Noose. Leave us out to dry. Get someone killed. No one, dirt. Useless. Watch your back.

//

Hangman stood firmly in a parade rest, in front of the Admiral; anxiety eating at him since the man had commandeered the end of their lesson and requested, he stayed behind.

“I looked at your record,” Iceman said almost causally, Jake refused to look at him, stubbornly looking over the Admiral’s shoulder. “The other day, you told me you needed to study. Son, you have the highest score in the program” the Admiral continued, Jake felt a hand on his shoulder, but he refused to look at the man. Should he shrug him off? He didn’t want to make the ma dirty.

“Don’t lie to me again” a cold shiver ran through Jake's spine at the Admiral's stiff tone, and a ball of dread dropped into his stomach making him feel sick.

Fuck up, Jake. You’ve already pissed off an Admiral. Of cause, you have. Useless, not even good enough for an Admiral.

“Yes, Admiral Kazansky” Jake replied stiffly, unaware of the Admiral's slightly confused glance. The younger man he had slowly convinced to call him Tom, had returned to the emotionless façade he had carried all those days ago when he first met him. The same mask he showed everyone.

One step forward, Two steps backwards.

//

Jake didn’t hide his surprise when Maverick picked him as team leader. Once he identified the undeniable relationship Rooster and Maverick had, he had left all hope of getting picked. He was sure Rooster would be picked, if only for a last desperate attempt at an apology. Even with all his studying he never thought he would even be considered.

It didn’t seem like he was the only one surprised, he looked confused at Maverick who glanced past him. Jake's eyes trailed over to his teammates. Dagger two and three, Fanboy and payback were holding themselves stiffly compared to their fun relaxed personality they attempted to shove on everyone. Bob looked uneased sending him a small smile, while Phoenix looked furious.

No one else wanted him to fly. No one wanted to fly with him. He stayed behind not missing Rooster shove past him purposely catching his shoulder on the way out.

Rooster was the spare. It wasn’t right, he should be the spare. He wasn’t anyone important. Why was this being wasted on him? This was a mistake.

“Sir” he called out to Maverick as the man moved to leave, Maverick signed and turned to him. “I’m not changing my mind lieutenant,” Maverick told him knowingly, Jake frowned. Not changing, he had to.

“I’m sticking by my choices, good luck out there. You’re going to need it” Maverick patted him on the shoulder before stepping out of the room.

God, what was he going to do?

//

He wasn’t terribly surprised at how hostile his teammates were with him, stiff as if waiting for him to taunt them at every corner. He hadn’t attempted to maintain a relationship with any of them, Rooster glared at him from afar. Going as far as leaving rooms when he entered them like a toddler having a tantrum. It was frightening how many things he could compare between Rooster and a toddler. It was frankly concerning.

He hadn’t flown with this many people under his wing for years, now he had Bob, Phoenix, Fanboy, Payback Maverick’s, and Rooster’s lives in his hands.

This was a mistake. He stood on the tarmac and stepped towards Rooster who recoiled like he had been burnt, “Give them hell” he attempted to give the man encouragement. '

But Rooster just glared at him, “Don’t get us killed if you mess up out there.We’ll leave you out there”.

What had he expected? To be greeted back with open arms?

He had tried so hard to push everyone away and now he expected them to watch his back?

He had gotten what he wanted, hadn’t he? Pure hatred, distrust, no wingman.

So, he pulled off of the tarmac into the sky, the only place he could truly call home. The only thing that no matter what he did, no matter where he went; would never leave him. He loved it, gliding through it, the calmness. With the spray of the ocean and the creatures that flew next to him as if he was one of them, he could only hope the sky loved him back today.

He couldn’t fuck up, not now. Not with Maverick’s trust. Not with Rooster in the air with him.

So, he kept them on track, careful to be slow enough that everyone stayed together, but fast enough that they stayed within the time limit.

“Come on Rooster, get off that perch” he muttered through the coms as Rooster speed up catching up, respectively he sped up so they wouldn't collide finally confident Rooster would keep up. He wasn’t leaving a wingman alone this time.

He must be the perfect team leader, he needed to bring them all back. He had to.

Bob’s laser locks on. He shoots. It hits. Miracle one.  

Paybacks lasers not working. They’re losing their chance at a second bomb.

“Rooster just wait! Let me think of another solution”

“We don’t have time!”

“Wait!”

“I’m shooting blind!”

If he misses, the mission is over. He fails.

Rooster shoots. It hits. Miracle two.

They pull up over the ridge of coffin’s corner. “Smoke in the air!”.

He has no one to boast about doing the impossible, 8 Gs in an F-18. He’s avoiding missiles while attempting to keep his eye on everyone.

What the hell was he doing? Rooster was swooping over everyone using his flairs to cover them before they had a chance to respond. What the hell was the idiot doing?

That’s where it all went wrong. No manual could have ever prepared him for this. No scenario, no matter how many simulations he conducted or how much he studied.

This was the reason he didn’t fly with others; he tended to make stupid decisions.

“Smoke in the air!”

“It’s locked on!” “I’m out of flairs!”

That’s how he ended up in this situation. Flying above Rooster using his own flairs to protect his wingman jet. Leaving himself stranded in the air in perfect range of the SAM’s. He heard the long tone as the jet warned him of his impending unavoidable doom.

Bring them back to the ship, bring them back. Don’t waste any more lives todayhe begged the sky. He loved how flying in the sky made him feel, he could only hope the sky granted him this one wish.Take them home.

The Jet tilted and jerked to the side as the missile hit. He was submerged with smoke, fire emerged as he attempted to bring the jet into a controlled landing. His engines failed.

He closed his eyes, his hands wrapped around the handle between life and death.

He pulled it.

Rooster's words haunted him,“Something goes wrong out there; we’ll leave you out there”.

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 19)

Summary: Steve gets up close and personal with your powers, and not in a good way

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Slow burnn! 

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 19: Freeze the Room

Ever since Steve started working at the DC SHIELD HQ he had been seeing Nat a lot more. While he didn’t mind seeing more of his Avengers teammate, he did mind her constant crusade to get him a date.

“What about Lillian?” Nat asked as the two of them walked through the corridors of the Triskellion.

“Who?” Steve asks glancing down at her.

“Girl with the lip piercing?” Nat explains gesturing to her own lip.

“Yeah what about her?” Steve questions with a sigh already knowing where this it was going.

“To ask out, she’s nice” Nat explains with a small smirk.

“Nat stop it, I don’t want to ask her out” Steve huffs in annoyance.

“Okay then who do you want to ask out?” She questions making Steve rolls his eyes.

Honestly he knew exactly who he wanted to ask out. He just wasn’t sure it was a good idea. Being emotionally compromised in the field was never a good thing. That and he doubted his feelings would be reciprocated.

“No one” he states keeping his gaze straight ahead.

“Bullshit you’ve been here nearly 2 years now there must be someone who’s caught your eye” Nat laughs shaking her head at him.

“Just drop it Nat we’ve got a mission to plan” Steve snaps a little harsher than it meant before stalking off to logistics.

As the two of them walked in, the rest of the Strike team and you were already waiting. All of you looking over the schematics on the table.

“Rumlow, any more info from recon?” Steve asks as he walks over moving to stand next to him.

“Not much, we got a bit of an update on the floorplan but it’s still a good 5 years old, these groups like to change it regularly” Rumlow explains pulling up the floor plan.

“We did get some decent shots of the guys there” you add, Steve glances up at you stood the opposite side of the table to him.

“Anyone of importance?” Nat questions.

“Well its either our lucky day or our job just got 10 times harder” Rumlow says as he pulls up the images of 5 men.

Steve recognised all of them. All of them were high up in different organised crime groups. Different crime families from around Europe.

“Let me guess they all brought back up?” Steve sighs glancing over at Rumlow.

“Yes, so the body count has just increased 3 fold, we could wait until we have more men but these meetings don’t last longer than a week tops. We need to move out within the day” Rumlow tells him.

Steve rubs his chin in thought, it wasn’t going to be an easy mission to begin with. Now the risk of injury or worse was even higher than before. Glancing over at you he starts to worry about if something were to happen to you, he’d never forgive himself.

“Okay this is the plan, it’s more or less the same as before” Steve says leaning on the table.

“The guards outside they need dispatching without raising suspicion. Rumlow use your snipers to take the ones on the east, Romanoff you take the west. I’ll take the north and Y/N take the south. Use your powers to get them out of there” Steve explains.

“I’ll enter from the north door, wait until I give the signal then Rumlow take half your team and attack from the east, Romanoff you have the other half attacking from the west” he continues.

“What about me, there’s no entrance on the south” you say pointing down to the schematic.

Steve purses his lips as he comes to a decision as to what exactly he needs to do even if you didn’t like it.

“Eye in the sky, take out any escapees, but stay hidden out the way-“ he says not looking up to meet your gaze.

“Out of the way?” You question, your tone already icy.

“Yes we’ve got a lot of targets here, we need to keep them contained” Steve reasons.

“Isn’t the fact we’re facing more men be the reason I’m on the ground with you? I can take out more that way than I can in the air” you argue.

“Maybe but-“Steve goes to continue but you interrupt him.

“What do you not think I’m capable?” You question, the temperature of the room beginning to drop.

“No I-“ Steve sighs but you interrupt again.

“Because I’ve been fighting a hell of a lot longer against enemies ten times worse, I have saved the world not once but twice, not including all the other worlds I have saved” you argue getting more and more visibly agitated as you continued.

“I am not some puny mortal, my father is a god, the ruler of Asgard, I come from a long line of warriors. I am not some damsel that needs protecting” you spit slamming your hands down on the table.

As you do so ice shoots out from your hands encasing the entire table in ice. Steve had to recoil his hands quickly to avoid being frozen to the table. You send him one last glare before storming out of the room.

“Nice one cap, nearly got all of us turned into icicles” Nat says holding her arms around her body, shivering slightly.

Glancing round the room Steve could see how you’d dropped the temperature so much ice was beginning to form around the room. Everyone being able to see their own breath.

“Alright lets get out of here, Rumlow you prep the team we move out in the hour” Steve says turning to the team.

“What about Y/N?” He questions as the team begin to move out of the room to the warmth of the corridor.

“I’ll deal with it” Steve sighs running his hand through his hair.

Rumlow nods before heading out to his team. Natasha turning on Steve once he was gone.

“What the hell was that Rogers?” She questions as they too walk out of the frozen room.

“Leave it Romanoff” Steve warns with a sigh.

“No Steve you just caused the arctic to arrive, did you really think it was a good idea to keep her out of the fight?” Nat questions stepping in his way.

“Yes, the fight is going to be brutal I just want to keep people safe and we need someone on the perimeter” he argues crossing his arms over his chest looking down at her.

“Stop it with the Cap look” Nat scolds making steve raise a brow slightly.

“Why are you keeping only her out of the fight, she said it herself she can take out multiple men with one wave of her hand it makes no sense for her to not be in there, Strike can handle the perimeter” Nat argues.

“Nat just drop it and let me fix it” he sighs moving to push past her.

“Oh my god, you like her don’t you!” Nat exclaims putting a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Nat-“ he starts.

“You do! Since when!” She gasps a smirk on her face.

“Since her fight in London” Steve sighs in defeat knowing he wasn’t getting out of this conversation.

“The entire time she was gone all I did was worry about her, then she came straight to my apartment afterwards and was just so broken Nat, in so much pain and it just hurt that I couldn’t fix it” Steve sighs lowering his voice so only nat could hear.

She gives him a small smile “so you’re keeping her out because you don’t want her to get hurt again” she says knowingly.

“Yes, because it’ll be my fault and I just don’t want that” he sighs dropping his head.

“She won’t get hurt, you’ve seen what she can do, the one of the strongest on the team” Nat tells him.

“She got hurt fighting Malekith” Steve points out making Nat chuckle lightly.

“He was some ancient evil elf alien thing! These guys are just people with money, its small fry to her. She can handle it” Nat reminds him making him sighs in defeat.

“You’re right” he sighs.

“Of course I am, now my next question is why haven’t you asked her out yet? It’s been months since London” She asks with a smirk.

“Because it’s not a good idea, you know better than anyone that being comprised isn’t good. Plus I doubt she even likes me back” Steve explains.

“Well I doubt that, now go apologise to the ice queen” Nat says patting him on the shoulder and heading off.

Steve found at the gun range, but instead of firing a gun you were using your powers instead. Sending multiple fireballs at the targets. Steve didn’t have to worry about the cold because this time you were raising the temperature of the room. The heat hitting him as soon as he stepped in.

“I’m sorry” he said grabbing your attention.

You glance over your shoulder at him before turning back to the target firing another fireball.

“I shouldn’t have said what I did, I know you’re more than capable, I’d rather have you watching my back than anyone else” he says taking a few tentative steps forward, keeping his distance just in case you decided to turn him back into a capsicle.

You sigh dropping your hands and turning to face him.

“Then why did you say it?” You question “because I know damn well you wouldn’t say the same to Thor” you state crossing your arms over your chest.

“Because you’re my best friend, and I don’t ever want you to get hurt” Steve admits.

Your defensive stance falters slightly at his admission but not fully.

“And if something was to happen to you, I wouldn’t forgive myself. And I know you can handle yourself but it’s still this irrational fear I have.” he sighs dropping his head.

“It’s not irrational” you sigh making him look back up at you.

“I wouldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you too” you tell him walking over to him.

“I’m sorry I froze the room out” you apologise.

“No I deserved it, put me right back in my place I don’t want to be an capsicle again” Steve says with a small smirk.

You laugh shaking your head lightly “good because I’d hate to lose my movie buddy” you smile.

“We good?” Steve asks holding his arms out.

“Yeah we’re good” you smile moving into his arms accepting his hug.

“Good now come on we’ve got a group of criminals to take down and I want you on my six at all times” Steve smiles.

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WORLDS COLIDE Part 2

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Jay Halstead x reader ex Rafe Cameron

Series summary: When you go undercover as a detective with your unit and newfound family intelligence coming across a missing piece from your past how will you navigate the secrets of your old life when it falls into your lap as a new case bringing old lies and new truths face to face when your worlds collide (if you want to understand the readers back story and her relationship with Rafe check out crimson cage.)

You didn’t leave Voights' house until the sun was peaking over the horizon just enough to color the sky with pink hues. It took that long to tell him your story, tell him everything. And just as you expected he was going to help you. God, you almost started crying when he laid a hand on your shoulder and told you that, all your time with the team it still surprises how fiercely they will protect their own. You still weren’t used to it. You know from Voight how distraught Jay was after you ran off with his truck and while you knew you had to tell Voight you didn’t know if you were ready to watch the secrets you hid from Jay unravel in his eyes. Not ready to go home and face it you pulled down the tailgate to sit still parked in your bosses driveway, 

dress flowing in the light breeze. What would your brother think of you now? You both had never talked about what you wanted to become in life neither of you caring as long as you were with your respective Camerons, that was all that mattered to your teenage selves if only you knew the trouble being young and in love would cause you. Being so lost in thought you didn’t notice the figure walking down the sidewalk until he was leaning against the truck next to you. Giving him a once over you felt guilt rush through your body. “Jay I’m so sorry.” I’m your haste to get out of there you completely forgot you were leaving Jay without a car as he stood In front of you bundled up no doubt having walked from your shared apartment. He rushed to get his arms around you when you acknowledged him. Softly sushing you as you mumbled out excuses sending yourself into a panic attack that Jay immediately noticed and pulled you tighter into his chest. Knowing it would be better to get it out now. “So much happened and…and I couldn’t think this was never supposed to come back…why’d he have to come back.” Jays' confusion shot up even higher hearing that. ‘Who’s he? Who wasn’t supposed to come back he didn’t notice anyone else in the room with you when you froze but maybe he missed someone? You were still mumbling incoherently at this point. “Hey, hey it will be okay I won’t let anything bad happen you know that.” You knew he meant every word he’d never let anyone hurt you but the wounds have been around much longer than he had he can’t protect you from your past. Jay eventually moved you to your spot in the passenger seat once you calmed down a bit and started driving back to your place. The trip was quiet, you were building up the wall you had so many years ago becoming the shell you were in your youth that Jay brought you out of, hopefully, he will still be around to do it again.

Jay sighed, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door the same one that held your badge, reaching over to grab it and just hold it, look at it feel it in your hands running your thumb over the number that identifies it as yours. Not looking up you bite the bullet. “My brother and a few old friends will be here soon.” Just when Jay thought he couldn’t get deeper into this rabbit hole it gets deeper.

“Your brother?” He didn’t even know you had a brother. Slowing taking the seat next to you not to startle you he still didn’t know what reaction to expect from you. Nodding your head. “Voight said I should wait to tell the story again till they get here and get the team together.” You knew he wouldn’t agree with it he’s always hated how you sided with Voight never understanding why, his frustration was written on his face but he didn’t push you. He just laced his hand with yours grounding you. Jay opened his mouth to say something but before he could he got cut off by your phone dinging in his pocket. He had grabbed it from the car seeing you too in thought to remember to pick it up. Turning it over to see Pope had texted you.

‘They will be here tomorrow.’

Now you wait.

You and pope had already discussed that he would gather them from the airport while you got the safe house together with Jay, Voight had found one that was free that the pouges could stay in thankfully, you really didn’t want to share a place with your brother and JJ again. “Y/n..Y/n.” Jay only got your attention when he grabbed your hands making you meet his eyes. “You’ve been cleaning this spot for the last five minutes.” Giving you his classic smile hoping to ease you a bit. “I can’t see them Jay I haven’t spoken to them in years.” Jay hated watching you like this you were the strongest woman he knows.

“If it makes you feel better I’m excited to meet him.” Jays' words make you roll your eyes with a fond smile so he knows you’re not actually mad. Swallow the lump in your throat when car doors slam shut outside. Jay leans in pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Showtime” taking your hand he leads you to the living room squeezing his hand so tightly you’re surprised you’re not breaking it waiting for the door to open. You’re not a hundred percent sure what Pope told everyone to get them here but it must’ve not mentioned you by the look on John Bs face when he opens the door.

“Y/n!” At your brothers shock, you see JJ peak over his shoulder. His blonde hair just as messy as you remembered. “Holy shit!” He exclaimed pushing past John B, to wrap you in a hug spinning you around. “It’s been forever girl where have been? JJ's hands released you when and yelped when Kiara pushed him out of the way followed by Sarah when the sound of your voice reached them in the back of the group. Excited squeals filled the living room and for the first time since seeing the cross again, you allowed yourself to relax in the arms of your best friends who you considered family once in your life, and being in this moment maybe you still did. Jay felt himself releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding seeing the smiles around the room at the reunion. All except for the taller one in the back that hadn’t moved from when he stepped through the door. Sarah’s arms unwrapped from around your neck moving to hold one of your hands the bond from your teen years snapping back as if you never left. you both turned to look at your brother. For once in your life you couldn’t read him, you had no idea what he was thinking. His eyes shot from Pope to you and back again, “Hey John B,” you swallowed holding Sarah’s hand tighter. It felt like an eternity until he finally made a move, taking three large steps he pulled you into his arms reminding you of all the times he’d hug a nightmare away or how you cried into his chest when your father went missing all to now years after running away from home after being ripped away from it without a choice.

Even after all this time he still smells like sunscreen and surf wax. “Hey, sis.” He mumbled into your hair. “It’s really good to see you.” You sniffled, not knowing how much you missed this until you had it back. John b couldn't respond feeling himself get choked up at seeing his little sister all grown up having last seen you when you were 17. “Aw, this is so cute.” JJ swooned wrapping his arms around you both making it a group hug, you and your brother let out groans simultaneously and push your way out. Making Jay chuckle drawing the rooms attention to him.

“Uh, who’s he?” Of course, it’s JJ who bristles, looking him up and down sizing him up making Jay raise an eyebrow at the blonde. instinctively raising his hands and pointing at Jays' badge. Quickly getting between the two knowing how fast JJ was to pop off not imagining he'd gotten better with police through the years. “That’s Jay my....boyfriend” you hesitated noticing how weird it was to say in front of your ex’s sister plus none of the pouges have ever seen you with anyone but Rafe. Jay held out his hand to shake JJs who in turn just stared at it like he thought shaing it was to make a promise to trust him. Pushing JJ aside John b, shook his waiting hand. followed by Pope, "Nice to meet you, I'm sure if we still spoke Y/n would've told us all about you" he says flashing a smile in your direction. "Weren't you the unproblematic one back in the day?" you sighed sliding back next to Jay, while it's been good so far like picking up where you left off, you knew soon enough it wouldn't be as relaxed as it is now so you sought him out for comfort. which was immediately noticed by Kiara and Sarah who both shot you teasing smiles making you feel like a kid with their hand in the cookie jar, you leaned further into Jay he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "I think it's time to call the team," Jay felt almost guilty for rushing you but know if you were in charge you'd never make that call and just hadel it yourself which you didn't have to do anymore. nodding your head you agree, giving you a peck on the forehead like always when he leaves and steps out the door to make the calls. "something tells me we aren't here for a reunion," John b pointed out seeing the interaction between you and Jay, it might've been a while but you still had the same nervous ticks as when you were kids, if you didn't twirl that ring you always wore he'd never know. it was nice that you didn't feel like a total stranger. you sighed tilting your head towards the couches lining the living room walls. "what's going on Y/N?" JJ asked choosing to stand next to you, he was always protective of you as kids and the way you were acting was making it come back out, you laughed to yourself knowing if Jay was in the room they would've been fighting for that spot. you'd wait for the rest of the team to get here but you could catch them up to speed a bit. "A couple days ago we got a case a few break-ins stealing priceless paintings and replacing them with fakes we ended up tracking down another forgery from the same guy at a secret auction." you drawled out, you and Pope watched them as they processed the information, and of course, it was Kiara that caught on, "What do you mean we?" you knew it was coming out at some point but that didn't stop the brief panic flooding through your body."Hold up, are you a cop?" JJ asked shock coating his tone, Pope pursed his lips in irritation at how quick they went off topic just like high school all over again, "She's a detective and doesn't like being called a cop there's about the be a roomful of them will you please let her finish!" the room went silent at his outburst. "Anyway, while I was there..I found the cross." "The cross like, The cross cross?" Sarah asked, she hadn't seen it since they fled the cargo ship in the middle of the ocean and couldn't figure out why her family would show back up and if her brother had anything to do with it being in the city you now lived in.

"The dealer said it was found in the Bahamas by a family of divers and it's only here for a short time to see how much it would go for" John B leaned forward as Jay walked back in, "And you're sure it was the same?"

“When Rafe pulled it back on the ship there was a dent in the side from hitting the edge, he had a freak out about it trust me it's the same." "How many seven-foot gold crosses have you seen!?" Pope exclaimed. after a few moments, Sarah spoke. "What happens now?" reminding you of the conversation you and Pope had that fateful night, "Now we wait for my team." after that, it didn't take long for everyone to show up. introductions were eventful, everyone had the same reaction to finding out you had a secret brother they didn't know about. you saw John bs smile dim every time they said that, but it wasn't that you were ashamed of him but it was your past you would've rather kept a secret and you feared you couldn't air one without the other so you didn't, now you don't know if that was the best call. after they settled it was time to air everything, Voight giving you a supporting nod, you started.

A/N there's part two!! this was just a gateway to the next chapter introducing Rafe and the past between the two if you want a more in-depth view check out Crimson cage that's the storyline I imagine as the story between Rafe and the reader but this can definitely be read as a stand-alone!