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forever-rogue · 1 year

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Ok so I don’t know if your requests are open, but I’m going to drop one in case… 😅

A Joel Miller x Reader story where Joel and Ellie arrive to Jackson. Could it be a moment like where Ellie saw *possibly* Dina? They could make eye contact and maybe he’s interested in her and wants to know more? Something along those lines hehe.. You can totally add more whether it be spicy or fluff! :)

AN | Please this is just the softest idea. Plus - wing woman Ellie! 🥰

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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It happened so fast that he almost didn’t realize that anything had happened.

He was trying to listen to Maria, really he was, but he found himself zoning out more than he wanted to. Admittedly it was a lot to take in all at once and he wasn’t sure what to think or where to look anymore. He hoped that Ellie would be able to catch him up later although he had his doubts; she seemed just as distracted. Well then - maybe things would be easy to pick up on.

But then it happened. He heard something about communes and vegetable gardens but when he looked ahead, time seemed to slow down and the voices around him were muffled and distant.

He saw you. It happened so fast that he must have imagined it. You caught his eye and offered him a sweet smile but as soon as he blinked, you were gone.

It must have been his imagination playing tricks on him. He was tired and in desperate need of a shower and nap; surely you were nothing more than a mirage.

“Joel?” he snapped back into attention, finding Tommy, Maria, and Ellie all watching him curiously. His young charge raised an eyebrow, "everything okay?"

"Fine," he huffed indignantly, waving her off before the group continued to walk on. Maria was in front, back to explaining everything in detail as he and Ellie fell behind. She nudged his arm, silently conveying her question to him. They'd gotten to the point where they could easily communicate without words, "just a moment of distraction. Nothin' to worry about."

"I can find out what her name is," Joel almost stopped in his tracks at her sudden comment. This girl was way too observant - it was a blessing and a curse. His felt his entire being flush with warmth as he opened and closed his mouth wordlessly, "you're even prettier when you blush!"

"I'm not - I'm not blushing," he hissed but he knew he was. His face felt like it was on fire, "Ellie."

"Fine," she held up her hands innocently putting on a sweet smile in an attempt to get him off her scent. She had a plan - she was already plotting on how to get the two of you to meet, "I won't say or do anything. I'll be quiet as a church mouse or whatever that old saying is."

"Good," despite his hesitation and suspicions, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in for a hug, "good."

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Ellie Williams was a liar. A damned, dirty liar. But it was all out of affection and care for the man that had become her father figure.

He took good care of her and was always looking out for her best interests so for once she was going to return the favor. The man had been through a lot. He deserved some happiness too.

But she had to work smart and be subtle, otherwise her plan would explode in her face.

The first step? Naturally, she had to find you and get your name. It should have been simple…but of course it wasn't.

Jackson wasn't small but it wasn't that big either. There were more people in the community than she had bargained for and finding you again seemed an entirely impossible challenge. She'd managed a few fleeting glances at you and that was all she had to go.

After a few days of looking she'd almost given up hope.

Until she saw you tending to a flock of loudly bawking chickens. Bingo.

She pretended to be fascinated by the chickens…although honestly she was amused by them, and came over to you.

"Look at all those chickens!" Despite her initial thought that she would remain calm and calculated, her excitement got the better of her.

"Look at all those chickens," you agreed as you smiled at her. It took her a moment to realize you were standing there and watching her until she made a small sound of acknowledgement.

"I'm Ellie," she could hear Joel in the back of her mind telling her to find her manners, "we just moved here."

"It's nice to officially meet you, Ellie," you offered her your name and held out your hand for her to shake, "welcome to Jackson."

"Thanks," she shook your hand gently and you could feel her watching you in the way that kids often did when they were trying to glean everything about you, "it's nice being here."

"It's always nice to have new people here," you grabbed a bucket of seed for the chickens and held it out to her, "Tommy's really excited to have his brother back."

"Joel!" she almost shouted as her eyes grew wide with embarrassment, "his name is Joel. He's my…Joel."

You laughed, a sound Ellie decided she liked and that Joel would like. You tossed some seed to the chicken and Ellie followed suit, watching amazed as the chickens started to peck away, "well, if either of you ever need anything or have any questions just let me know. I was new here too once and it can be a little overwhelming."

"Thank you," Ellie knew all about things becoming overwhelming. Everything had changed for her so quickly since she'd met Joel, "are you-"

But she was interrupted by the call of your name from the distance. She silently cursed Chad, or whatever his name was, for interrupting her little plan.

"I gotta go," you offered her an apologetic shrug, "see you around, Ellie! Don't be a stranger!"

Don't be a stranger. Oh, she would make sure of that.

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“I know her name!” Ellie ran into the house, yelling, without even waiting to see if Joel was up. She found him in the kitchen, making breakfast for the two of them, an unreadable expression on his face, “the girl. I know her name.”

“Ellie,” he sighed softly, but there was an affectionate bloom in his chest towards the girl, “I told you not to meddle.”

“You didn’t say that,” she sat down at the table and helped herself to some of the fresh orange. He gave her that look and she shrugged sheepishly, “not specifically in those words.”

“You’re trouble, kid,” he sighed, affectionate though tired. He was a tired dad, “I’ll entertain you for just a moment. What’s her name then?”

The young girl softly whispered your name and oh. He liked the sound of it. Even from the brief glimpse he caught of you, he thought it suited you perfectly. He repeated it, testing it out on his tongue and deciding that he liked it.

“Now you actually have to talk to her,” she was most pleased as Joel lightly scoffed at her, “you’re in love with her!”

Joel inhaled sharply and almost knocked the pan off the stove as he quickly turned around, “now just what are you talking about?”

“The look,” she shrugged lightly as if to say that it was all so obvious, “you had the look on your face.”

“What look?”

“The look of love at first sight or whatever,” she was now proceeding to shove some freshly baked bread into her mouth, “I’ve seen enough old movies and read enough books to know.”

“Well you must know something I don’t because there was no love at first sight,” right? Right. His hands were on his hips as he sighed at her, “that’s something made up for entertainment.”

“Whatever you say,” she made kissy noises at him and he cursed under his breath, “when you get married you can thank me. Trust me Joel, you had that look on your face."

“I had no look on my face,” this was ridiculous. She was ridiculous, “now eat your breakfast and get ready for school.”

“Joel-”

“Don’t make me ground you,” he waved the spatula at her but both of them had happy looks on their faces. It had been a long time since he had gotten to say those words. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed this. Ellie, on the other hand, had never really had someone that loved her as he did, that was a real parental figure. She liked it too, “do you want bacon and eggs and pancakes?”

“Yes please,” the two of them exchanged a look before breaking into soft smiles.

Yeah…this life was turning out to be pretty okay.

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Maybe there was some small part of Joel that hoped that once he had learned your name that he would somehow magically start to run into you in other places. Like that one bit of information would lead to much more.

Well, that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. It was like the universe was somehow trying to keep the two of you apart. Every time he arrived somewhere, you were leaving, or vice versa. Every time he spotted you in a crowd and made his way over, you managed to disappear. It was like a horrible game of cat and mouse.

Maybe he just had to accept that he wasn’t meant to know you. Even if he hated the idea of that.

But - somehow, magically or whatever - the day came when he was finally destined to meet you.

And he couldn’t have been less prepared.

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Joel was tending to his small flock of sheep, trying to clean out the dirt and muck out of their grazing area when he heard you. He was filthy; covered in sweat and dirt and probably smelling of shit. But there you were, pretty face and radiant smile waving happily at him.

But damn if that smile didn’t make him want to melt.

“Joel!” oh. He was in trouble; deep, deep trouble. He tossed his shovel down, swallowing thickly before exchanging a look with Gertrude (his favorite sheep but he’d never admit it, he didn’t want any of the others to get upset). She seemed to know what he was thinking and baa’ed at him before nudging her nose against his leg. He nodded before making his way over to you, trying to keep his walk calm and cool and not like he was overly excited.

“H-hey,” he nearly choked on the singular word as he reached you, separated only by the fence. If he smelled or anything, you didn’t seem to mind, not balking in the slightest when he said your name, “it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“You too,” you held out your hand and the poor man stared at it - so dainty and delicate compared to his - before shaking it. You laughed softly, sensing the nerves rolling off him, but in truth, you were nervous too, “after all this time I finally get to meet the infamous Joel Miller. It felt like the day would never come.”

“Y-you’ve been wanting to meet me?” there was no way; you were like an angel and he was anything but.. How could you have any interest in anything to do with him?

“I have,” you confessed softly, “it seemed like every time I saw and wanted to say hi you were gone in the blink of an eye. I finally just broke down and asked Ellie where you were.”

“Me?” he repeated, pointing at himself and casting a look around as if to make sure you couldn’t possibly be talking about anyone else.

“Yes,” you laughed softly, and the sound went straight to his heart, “who else could I be talking about? Unless one of your sheep is also named Joel. Then I’d like to meet him too - actually I kind of just want to meet your sheep either way. They’re so cute!”

“Yeah?” his brain was so frazzled that somehow any coherent thought he had left seemed to have left his mind. You probably thought he was an idiot but you had some sort of magnetic pull that kept him firmly in your orbit. He didn’t want to leave it - to ever leave your presence.

“Of course,” you thought it was endearing to see how nervous he became. Truthfully, you were just as nervous but managed to hold it together a little more, “listen, I’ve gotta go but do you want to come over for dinner tonight?”

“Dinner…tonight? With you?” alright, he was going to throw himself off a cliff.

“Dinner tonight,” you confirmed, “my house is the one at the end of your straight - with the yellow shutters. See you at six?”

“Six, y-yeah, yes,” he finally gained back some of his confidence, “should I bring anything?”

“Just yourself,” you smiled sweetly, “and Ellie of course, if you’d like to invite her.”

“Sure,” yeah, he’d ask her but part of them hoped she’d say no. He loved her so much, but he really hoped she’d say no this one time, “see you later.”

“See you later, Joel,” and then you did the unthinkable. You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. You gave him one last little smile before turning around to flounce away, “six o’clock, Miller!”

He felt like he was going to explode as he touched the spot on his cheek that had been blessed by your lips.

Maybe Ellie hadn’t been totally wrong on the love at first sight thing. He was definitely feeling something; something he hadn’t felt in a long time. And he loved it.

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“You met her finally,” Ellie looked most pleased with herself as soon as Joel walked in the door, “you’re welcome.”

“How’d you know?” he couldn’t even pretend to be grumpy as he looked at her in earnest. She shrugged innocently before sliding off her chair and going over to hug him; he warmed up and hugged her back without hesitation.

“Your face,” she stated obviously, “it’s written all over your face. You look happy.”

“I met her,” he confirmed and Ellie squealed in delight. He couldn’t help but match her smile, “and she asked me - us - over for dinner.”

“Oh, you’re totally gonna marry her,” Joel opened and closed his mouth a few times, “but I’ll pass on dinner. I’m going to go over to Dina’s.”

“You knew she was going to ask, didn’t you?”

“Not explicitly,” Ellie shrugged, “but I had a feeling. So….you can go and have your dinner with your love.”

“Ellie,” no malice, all affection.

“You’ll be thanking me for this in a few years,” she insisted, tugging on her sweater and reaching for a backpack, “and I won’t mind if I get a brother or sister then either. Maybe both, who knows!”

“Ellie…” his face was bright red by now.

“Love you!” she threw her arms around him quickly before running towards the door, “see you later - make good choices!”

“Kid…” he watched as she ran out the door and almost slammed it behind her in haste.

He didn’t even know what to say. Maybe nothing needed to be said.

All he knew was that for the first time in a long time, he was looking forward to the future.

One that involved you.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #tlou #tlou hbo

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lumiheartszz · 4 months

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i need sleeping sex w/ prist! wilbur

-🌸

Priestbur can fuck me hard whenever he wanted

MINORS DNI !!

Warnings: Somnophilia / Dubcon / Priestbur having a corruption kink

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You were such an obedient little girl as you listened on about him rambling on about the lord and savior who is Jesus Christ, sharing the gospel with those willing.

It turned him on, the idea of ruining you, tainting your perfect, innocent body. It was as if all his beliefs disappear whenever you're there. He could cum just thinking about what it would be like to corrupt your sweet, delicious soul.

When you stayed after mass to clean the small church, it was his last string.

"It's so rare to find people cleaning the house of the Lord." He mused as he walked up to you.

"Oh, of course, Father Wilbur! The Lord's abode must stay clean at all times, just as he cleansed us."

Fuck, did it spur him on seeing you so absolutely obedient.

"Hey, since you've worked so hard, why not take a little nap at the nearby chambers? I'm sure it'll refresh you, dear." His smile was so deceiving, you didn't even notice anything off.

"That'd be great, Father! Thank you!" You smiled. The chambers are where Wilbur, the priest, sleeps.

It only took you a few seconds to fully fall asleep, and Wilbur took advantage of this. He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, feeling himself get even harder.

"Shit, can't believe God made you so fucking tempting..." he groaned, palming himself as he touched your sleeping figure. He unbuckled his belt, lowering his pants enough for his hard cock to be freed.

He hissed as he felt the cold air touch his arousal. He started stroking himself at the sight of you. He badly needed to be in you.

"Fuck... your probably have a tight little cunt, huh?" He hissed, involuntarily thrusting into his hand.

His hand reached to go under your shirt, and to his surprise...

"No bra? Hah, baby... it's like you were asking for this to happen... you were probably waiting for this opportunity, sweetheart." He started rubbing your nipples, which made you whimper in your sleep.

"So your tits are sensitive...? I'll keep that fact for later." He had a devilish smile plastered on his face.

Spreading your legs, he licked his lips at how wet you've become just from him touching your tits.

"What a little temptress you are, angel..." he whispered, rubbing in between your folds.

"Wilb...ur..." You moaned in your sleep. So you were thinking about him? This only spurred him on further. He wasted no time to position himself close to your hole and slowly pushing in. You let out a squirm, but not quite waking up just yet.

"Shit-- you're so--" he lost the words that he was meant to say, feeling how tight you are wrapped around him.

When he started to thrust, your moans gradually got louder. You're definitely having a wet dream, and about him, no less.

He thought about how pure and innocent you were before he came into your life. The thought of you touching yourself to him nearly made him cum.

His thrusts significantly sped up thinking about how to corrupt you. "I'm gonna-- gonna cum in you... taint you with my aura. You're mine." He growled as he shot spurts of cum inside you.

This, unbeknownst to his knowledge, woke you up.

"F-father Wil-?"

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#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x reader smut #wilbur soot smut #wilbur soot x you

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phyrestartr · 8 months

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Simple Things [1] | Miguel O'hara x Male!Reader

# SFW, fluff, light comfort, light angst, male!reader, dad!reader, spider!reader, smoking, implied depression, implied trauma, old men just doing their best, dad energy, miguel is a sweetheart and a nerd, multi-part drabble collection

[ 1 ] Smoke Break | [ 2 ] We Change Like the Seasons | [ 3 ] Meet The Kids

Notes: Yes, this will have more parts to it! I'm editing the next bit as we speak (beheh) and it should be up within the week? Maybe? I keep bouncing around from draft to draft, so finishing parts can take a while, pls forgive :pray:

--Smoke Break--

You were just another hero. There wasn't much else to it, you'd decided, and in joining the Spider Society, the same rang true--Miguel didn't think much of it, you didn't think much of it, none of the others did, either. It wasn't a bad thing, no, it was just how it was when one gathered hundreds of superheroes together. Everyone was special in their own worlds, so being a cut above the rest when you were all insane super freaks was exceptionally rare.

Miguel O'hara, however, proved to be exceptional.

Even after all the time that stretched on, he still existed as an anomaly of sorts within HQ. Cool, calm, collected, he led everyone with his head held high and his words resonating like a church bell; everything he said became gospel, everything he said affected their way of saving the multiverse.

Miguel knew that.

You knew that.

Most thought him invincible, unyielding and unforgiving towards the laws of the multiverse, and most admired his dedication. You knew troops clicked well with strong leaders, that they felt secure in their mission and battles when lead by a brave soldier, but your experience-trodden understanding burned in the forefront of your memories.

To you, it was obvious. If you watched his back long enough, if you too often caught glimpses of what he thought were well-hidden tells, the fracturing became all too easy to see.

Miguel was breaking.

You knew that feeling well, the feeling of being unable to bend anymore, to have your limits pushed and surpassed, yet still somehow stay intact and working, like a frayed web.

Maybe that was why you couldn't keep him off your mind. Maybe your primal loneliness, the weeping cracks you'd endured on your lonesome, resonated with another's. Maybe it begged you to do something while you still had the chance.

You'd come to see him one day to force some baked goods into his hands and leave, the excuse that you and your daughters had made too much armed and ready on your tongue.

Yes, you were caring, and yes, fine, you were a bit awkward approaching your fearless, strict, hard-ass of a leader with a piece of pie in your hands like you were at some fucking chummy pot luck or parent-teacher night, so you needed an excuse, something to veil your heart. Were you supposed to tell him you were worried about him, or something? No, no, that'd come later (if there was a later).

You expected to see his broad back turned to you, to hear him mumbling to himself or talking into comms; instead, you found him tucked away in the corner of the lab, sat in an old desk chair, napping. His arms rested crossed over his chest, and his head hung down. It was reassuring, a nice reminder that Miguel, too, was mortal just like yourself

The corner of your mouth twitched into something fond and lopsided, though barely there, before quietly, slowly, you left the Tupperware container on his stage console and saw yourself out. You couldn't bear the thought of waking a fellow "old man" from a much-needed nap.

Time stretched the way it usually did; missions assigned, spiders injured, anomalies captured--nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary.

But, shit, were you tired. You were always tired, sure, but these days the stress of life and love threatened to break more of you down and grind you into dust. It must have felt terrifying. But you couldn't feel it. Your mind wouldn't let you.

The smoke from your cigarette burned your lungs as you inhaled, grounding you, and reminding you of your existence. You sighed, thankful, and rested your head back against the outside wall of the secluded little balcony you'd found in your mindless wandering. Smoking inside always got you an earful from anyone and everyone in all dimensions, anyway, so you figured you'd skip the scrutiny and take it outside right away. Besides, it was easier to think and wallow this way.

But the door beside you slid open, ruining your quiet. You sighed, letting your eyes fall closed, waiting for the intruder to say something, do something, make themselves known. Seems they weren't in a rush, however.

You cracked an eye open, and spied him. He stared out at the city, his city, and held a clean Tupperware box in his hands. Miguel's fingers drummed against its sides in thought. His twitchy, fidgety restlessness made him too endearing.

"Finished the whole thing, eh?" You asked, cigarette hanging limply between your lips. "Guess you really do have a sweet tooth."

Miguel huffed a laugh, short and sweet, before handing back the box. "Yeah, well, can't say no to homemade food. Besides, Peter stole some." His face soured, nearing an annoyed pout.

"Ah. Bastard." You took the box back, words of gratitude light under your breath. "I'll give him a piece of my mind later."

"Let me know how that works out since, well, that Peter doesn't listen to anyone." Miguel crossed his arms.

"Pretty sure he just doesn't listen to you, Boss."

"Oh, great. Even better." Miguel was smiling, despite his annoyance. His eyes, warm and sullen like those poppies from your memories, flickered over to you, drawing your gaze. You'd never had the chance to speak to him so intimately, to be the only one standing beside him. It felt like a privilege, but it was too mundane to be so. You welcomed it.

"Didn't take you for a baker," Miguel said. His eyes followed your fingers plucking the smoke from your mouth. "Or a smoker."

You sighed as you glanced down at the wisping cigarette. "Yeah, well. I'm not much of the prim and proper hero type, I guess."

Miguel tilted his head, curious. "Never even had a phase?"

You thought back, far back, but shook your head. "Nah, I don't think I ever really had any pep in my step. Not that I can recall, anyway." You took another drag to suffocate resurfacing memories. "...A lot happened before Spiderman happened." For a long moment, you watched the smoke coil. So did Miguel. "But you? I can definitely see you as a peppy youngster."

Miguel sighed, something exasperated and light. "Dios, you're making us sound old."

"Aren't we?" You quirked a brow, almost smiling as Miguel put his hands on his hips. "What, you think we're young when we got kids like Hobie and Gwen running around? Damn, Pav too. That kid's the epitome of 'friendly neighborhood Spiderman.' Don't even get me started on May--"

"Okay, okay, stop, stop, stop," Miguel motored out, raising his palm to defend against the painful truth. "I get it. Y'know, talking to you is a lot more humbling than I thought it'd be."

Oh. You laughed. It surprised you with how it exploded past your defenses, choked and ugly, hampered by the plume of smoke in your lungs. Your hand waved at Miguel as you got lost in your fit, tears pricking your eyes and a smile aching unused muscles.

"Y-you're a dick," you eventually wheezed. "Humbling?"

Miguel smiled, too smug. "It's just been a while since I met another miserable bastard."

"Is that self-awareness?" You flicked ash from the end of your cigarette and shook your head, the aftershocks of laughter still shaking your voice. "Incredible. Inspirational, even."

"Alright, now who's being the asshole here?"

"That'd be me."

"Ah. Self-awareness."

"What can I say? You've inspired me. Such a good leader."

"Yeah, well, inspiration and good leadership come with a fee." His eyes flicked to the Tupperware tucked under your arm.

Your brows raised. Huh. Unexpected. But you nodded, and tapped more wasted ash onto the ground. "You're lucky my kids like to bake. You got a hankering for anything?"

Miguel's lips parted, surprise painting his face cool shades. He blinked then, breaking from whatever spell he found himself in, and ran a hand through his hair. "I--ah. Yeah, just, anything. Whatever your kids want."

"You're gonna regret that, but hey, your call." A comfortable silence fell for a few beats before, very unlike your blasé self, you pressed for the sake of curiosity: "So? Were you a plucky youngster? Sparkling eyes, heroic intentions 'n all that."

Miguel's gaze, pointed at the city, stared through the buildings and perhaps into a time you were not privy to. The tightening of his jaw told you more than you needed to know.

"Yeah, I guess I was." Miguel took a step and rested his elbows on the railing of the small patio. "Things weren't easy back then, but..."

"You didn't have to look after the multiverse?" You wondered, voice soft. The other's unshakeable shoulders slumped. You stuck the cig back in your mouth as you thought about your own history, about what you wish you had the chance to do, about who you could have been, who you wanted to be.

"Did you at least get to live a little?" You asked, maybe a little bit to yourself.

Miguel nodded. "Yeah. But I think I started really living after I became Spiderman."

Somehow, you understood.

"Kinda ironic."

"You're telling me. But it was eye-opening. Life-changing, in a bad way, in a good way." He paused before nodding with contemplative shrug. "Humbling."

"Hm. More humbling than me?"

"If you can believe it."

You snorted and shook your head. "Guess I have no choice."

He hummed, agreeing. Miguel turned, leaning back against the railing and crossing his arms as he regarded you. "You must've had a 'the hero is born' moment," Miguel suggested more than he asked. "We all do." And he was right, logistically--if you were all Spiderman, you all had to have a moment where you really became a hero.

So, you thought for a long, slow moment.

But too quickly did something find a soft, hollow place to fester in your chest. The pain pierced so like losing yourself in December's glacial lakes, so wicked with languid tortures and polar punishments. The pain could fade if you stopped fighting, if you let the water pull you into the peaceful darkness, but you'd indulged in the shameful malady of shadows too many times; your patience and self-loathing had grown so thin.

You don't need to remember, the lady of the lake would whisper to you, voice dripping with tears in a way that sounded so much like her. She lulled you, she pulled you back in, she urged you to turn her way instead of fighting her, instead of reaching for the roiling inferno that was the past. In those moments, in her arms, you never knew if you'd find your way back to the surface, but you were not one to obediently decay in ignorance.

Her wail filled your mind as you breached the blaze, and found that sunny day in the Bronx, with the wind carrying the honeyed scent of summer life when you'd met that pretty little thing from the flower shop...

You twitched a smile. "Well...I guess I--"

"Hey," Lyla suddenly cut in, blipping into existence between Miguel and yourself. The level of relief you felt upon being saved from talking about yourself was unhealthy, but you silently thanked Lyla for it: memories of the blaze and the ice could be put aside for a while longer.

The sprite adjusted her sunnies before continuing, "totally loving the bromance here, really cute, but we got a new anomaly that needs some extra love. You guys feel like kicking some bad guy butt, buddy-cop style?"

"Sure," you cut in before Miguel could. You need out of this conversation now. "I call bad cop. Wanna see good cop Miguel butter up a baddie."

Miguel twitched. "Hey--"

"Oooh, me too," Lyla agreed, nodding sagely.

"I don't think I like you two being on the same side--"

"Let's get the show on the road, Boss." You butted your cigarette out on the wall and set down the container. A warm sunset glow bloomed across you as a portal whirled open, shimmering and humming.

You tapped his chest playfully with your knuckles. "Last one there buys me a six pack."

With a hop, skip, and a jump, you were gone.

Miguel rubbed his face. Lyla fluttered around his head. "Well? Better go after him, good cop."

"You. You aren't allowed to team up with him," Miguel stated as he headed towards the portal. "Starting now, colluding is not allowed."

"Oh, what? Sorry, connection's getting fuzzy--"

"Lyla, don't--"

"Sorry--shhhrk--breaking up--" and she, too, disappeared.

Miguel rolled his eyes. His mask materialized over his face as he followed you, a comfortable fondness resting in his chest, chasing out any turmoil the day had brought him.

Good cop. Bad cop. It was stupid, childish, but maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it was a dumb little something that he needed.

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv reader insert #atsv imagine #atsv imagines #miguel o'hara x male reader #male reader insert #i had a lot of fun writing and editing this!!!!#everyone always talks abt miguel being fucked up but hey let's let the reader be fucked up ayo old men being sadge together

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queerprayers · 8 months

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update <3

I've been procrastinating this (as if that could make it all less real), but so many people have sent prayers and well wishes that I wouldn't feel right not letting you know how grateful I am for your words and also letting you know this: My beloved grandfather died last week.

I honor the faithful service he gave to countless churches and communities, the children he helped raise, the grandchildren he sang to, the children he baptized, the couples (including my parents) he married, the people he buried, the music and faith that never left him even when so much of him did.

I will pass on the last thing he ever said to me, in July, after a busy and joyful weekend celebrating his fiftieth wedding anniversary, as he got in bed for his nap, taking seconds in between words to think: "It's not all hard. Not all the time." This is so hard. But it's also part of loving someone: promising to mourn them when the time comes. Promising to keep going. Love is hard, but it's not all hard. Not all the time.

His funeral will be Catholic, but he used to be a Lutheran, and he presided over many funerals from the worship book I still use, so here are some words I've been saying from there:

O God of grace and glory, we remember before you today our brother. We thank you for giving him to us to know and to love as a companion in our pilgrimage on earth. In your boundless compassion, console us who mourn. Give us your aid, so we may see in death the gate to eternal life, that we may continue our course on earth in confidence until, by your call, we are reunited with those who have gone before us; through your Son, Jesus Christ our Lord.

Into your hands, O merciful Savior, we commend your servant. Acknowledge, we humbly beseech you, a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of your own flock, a sinner of your own redeeming. Receive him into the arms of your mercy, into the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light.

The generations rise and pass away before you. You are the strength of those who labor; you are the rest of the blessed dead. We rejoice in the company of your saints. We remember all who have lived in faith, all who have peacefully died, and especially those most dear to us who rest in you. Give us in time our portion with those who have trusted in you and have striven to do your holy will. To your name, with the Church on earth and the Church in heaven, we ascribe all honor and glory, now and forever. Amen.

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, thy victory? The strife is o'er, the battle done. Love will come again like wheat arising green. The Lord bless and keep him. The Lord make his face to shine upon him and be gracious to him. The Lord look upon him with favor and grant him peace.

I'm not a Catholic, and was never really taught to pray for souls, but I think I get it a bit now. He was, though, and if that's something you do, I'm sure he would have welcomed that. (And if you know any good saints to throw in the mix, go for it.) My grandmother could also use your prayers.

Thank you for reading this, and holding for a moment the love I have for him. It's heavy right now, and easier to carry with others' prayers beside me. I am praying beside you as well, especially with the many people who have sent me asks that have gone unanswered for ages now. And God holds all of us, more than we could ever imagine. I don't claim to understand death, but I am in the palm of the universe's hand, and my granddad is too, reunited with all that left him in his sickness, and united with a God who knows death intimately. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, love to love.

<3 Johanna

#death mention

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y-rhywbeth2 · 5 months

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So, I was looking through a new sourcebook for details on life in Faerûn for a post, and guess which godly jackass has MORE LORE. There's also more on Bhaal, but I'm focusing on cussing out Bane right now.

"Weakness and frivolity should be publicly destroyed for all to see and heed. Good is but a shelter for weakness and the whims of those who profess noble goals. Evil is the true state of nature, for winning is everything, and oppression is natural. Fight against good, and exalt evil. Tyrannize and destroy the weak, so that all in time become better and stronger, everyone knowing their place and not daring to question or foment disorder."

Goddamnit Bane, will you please take a fucking nap and calm the fuck down. "Frivolity should be publicly destroyed!" Even Bhaal lets his followers have hobbies!

Other fun Banite things:

"Kill a good person once a day." Bane will accept you thwarting their altruism if you must, but he'd really rather a murder.

Laws should be black and white and followed exactly as written no matter how stupid they are. Anybody who's arbitrary with them should be put to the death and replaced.

Turns out that after the death of the last High Imperceptor the hierarchy of the church went back to trying to kill each other for power. Good luck getting that back under control, asshole.

You don't have to wear something black! You just have to wear the holy symbol: the Hand of Bane! ...which is black. Things we can't have under Banite rule: hobbies, fun in general, critical thinking skills, a wardrobe containing colour...

Oh, I found more stuff on this asshole. Of course I fucking did. Fuck you Bane and your stupid levels of lore.

#I HOPE CYRIC KILLS YOU IN 6E!

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banamine-bananime · 4 months

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so many people have said this so much better but i'm always mad about epsilon-tex's arc and that we're apparently supposed to take it as fact from epsilon that she's fated to always fail when it matters yet to keep trying over and over. like even aside from all the misogyny of choosing to make her Tragic Dead Failwife Who Needs Epsilon to Unilaterally Decide to Free Her from The Torment of Existence, that justification is just... so obviously untrue...

epsilon buddy how many times does tex succeed? how many times does she curbstomp everyone, survive crazy odds, outlive most of project freelancer, keep ct's evidence against the director safe, take down the MOI, storm the castle and get all the way to alpha, find alpha again and enjoy a bittersweet "okay let's rest, let's play in this reality. i'm glad you've found a peaceful place."???

no, you're right. in all those hundreds of insane fights and heists she died one (1) time (alongside alpha dying in the same way), got her robot body blown up once (1) (uhhhh how many bodies you been through church. just a friendly question. just wondering.), got stuck in one (1) capture unit (hey epsilon. how was your first very long nap? how you enjoying storage unit round two?), and got caught in one (1) bomb blast (remember when alpha got his ass blown up so hard he thought he was in like the fuckin paleolithic?). oh and she was too late to save alpha! so right, after uncovering all PFL's secrets, helping cultivate a resistance within the ranks, storming a military craft crawling with supersoldiers, and breaking into the most top-secret lab to find alpha, he was already too exhausted to face a reality of awful memories and life on the run with tex fighting for freedom. so it doesn't count. throw it in the failure bucket!!!!

epsilon. the cringefail call is coming from inside the house, man. it's fucking insane to think that tex not always being able to singlehandedly beat everyone and solve everything and handle anything you can't means she's FAILURE INCARNATE. what the fuck???? sit down buddy i need someone to DBT the shit out of you. this is polarized thinking and negative mental filtering and it is the devil talking my dude. holy shit.

#rvb #red vs blue #agent texas #tex rvb #epsilon rvb #church rvb #alexa send post

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streaminn · 8 months

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Enid has always worn long sleeves.

Back then, Wednesday thought it that it must've been a priest thing. Something about needing to dress modestly as stated in their god's book but now that she's aware of the inked marks that lay on her lover's skin, Wednesday isn't so sure.

There's a buzz in her head, like she's seen in before but where? oh how it ached at her brain, tingled with a warning and of a possibility but Wednesday didn't know what.

The demon watched as her mortal laid there, peacefully napping on her shoulder. The sun was high and the two were on the shade, somewhere deep inside the church where most don't go.

With curiosity buzzing deep in her bones, Wednesday couldn't help but brush her fingers against Enid's sleeves. A little peak wouldn't hurt and it would barely take a second for Wednesday to make sure of what she saw. A sharp jolt is her answer when she manages to nudge the cloth enough to brush her skin against ink and Wednesday jerks back when fingers dig around her wrist.

"..'Day?" Enid groggily whispers and her grip lightens before she shoots upright once she realizes what she did. "oh no! are you okay!?"

"I'm fine," Wednesday reassures before giving a look when she intertwines their fingers instead. It does the job of ceasing the fretting of her priest. "Simply tried to wake you up," she lies.

Enid flushes but she looked worried, her brows pinching together as she stares at their intertwined hands. "You sure? im sure i-" she shakes her head, muttering under her breath and rubbing the back of her other hand against her eyes before they meet hers. "i thought i felt something.."

Wednesday tilts her head, aware that those words wasn't meant for her.

"You're sure?" she asks, hoping that her priest would continue.

Enid bounces back a reply, so swift and easy that Wednesday is aware that its a ploy. "Sure that i didn't want to miss this sermon!"

Wednesday rolls her eyes, aware of the devotion of her human. These people and their beliefs. "Thank you for telling me who your heart is set on, Enid," she drawls, standing up and letting go. Its a simply joke, she's aware of her dears values after all.

Enid sputters, waving her hands with a laugh. "i'm joking 'day!"

The action is enough and for a moment, Wednesday wonders why the ink glitters gold.

Must've been the sun, she thinks. because a moment later, it was the same dull black.

#wenclair #priest au #or i put more lore in an au where it SHOULDNT HAVE BEEN #writing

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k1ttykatsu · 2 years

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CHURCH- Chase Atlantic

pairings: goth bakugo! x black fem religious reader!. collage au!

summary: what happens when mina takes her religious virgin roommate to hang with the bakuquad

warnings: virgin reader, goth katsuki, virginity thief, praise, slight degradation, oral! (fem & mal) big booty reader. dirty talk. penetration. talks of the catholic church

i hope i didn’t miss any!

also inspired by a fic i read by

@/katanaski

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you followed the same routine everyday.

wake up,go to your classes,go back to your dorm, get ready for Bible study, come home, sleep and repeat. the only day that was different was Saturday’s and Sunday’s and those days consisted of spending your entire day at the church.

you know you should find a life outside of church but it’s hard when that’s the only thing you know. since you were 1 years old your family has dragged you to church. you had no choice, you couldn’t even decide whether or not you even wanted to participate, it was set in stone.

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after your classes you went back to your dorm and were surprised when you saw your roommate mina ashido sitting in the living room. since mina is an upperclassman you rarely see her since she’s always partying with her friends or hanging out with her boyfriend.

“hey y/n” mina said, getting up and greeting you with a hug, making you smile and hugging her back. you ans mina got along pretty well even though the two of you were total opposites. you were a religious prude girl while mina was a free spirit. she identified as a goth and you were new to knowing someone who indulged in that lifestyle. but you supported your roommate nonetheless.

“hey min, it’s odd seeing you here” you say laughing at the girl. she looks at you and stick her tongue out in a playful manner showing her snake eye piercing. she goes back over to the couch and you follow her. “well for your information… I came here to see you” mina says while smirking at you.

that’s not a good sign. you look at her with your eyebrows furrowed. she laughs at your reaction and you shake your head. “are you actually here for me or are you just messing with me?” you say while looking at the girl who’s smiling at you.

“i did come here to see you, well to ask you a question rather” she says while picking up her phone. you look at her confused on what she wants to ask you but you just wait to see what she’s gonna say. “i was wondering if you would like to hangout out with me and a couple friends, nothing outrageous or dangerous just hanging out, maybe a couple of drinks” she says while looking at you with hope.

“min, i don’t know…i don’t want to impose on you and your friends by them thinking that i’m ‘judgmental ’ or whatever.” you say thinking about all the things they could say about you. mina looks at you before laughing. “nobody’s gonna think you're judgmental y/n because you're not, just be your natural self girl and everyone would love you like i do” she says before kissing your cheek making you laugh.

you weigh out your options, hang out with mina and her friends or go to bible study that’s surrounded by old lady’s and pervy old men. you look at mina and smile before nodding your head slightly. “sure i’ll go mina, only because i love you, and I'm tired of being hit on by pervy old men,” you say, making mina laugh loudly.

once mina calms herself down she looks at her phone and then looks back at you. “okay well we’re gonna be leaving here around 10” she says before paying attention to her phone. you think about the time and realize if you still wanted to go to bible study you definitely could. but you realize you need to be your own person and break the ongoing cycle of your sad life.

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once you wake up from your 3 hour nap, the time is 8:50pm. you decide you should start getting yourself together. you hop in the shower and do your skin routine, after you finish you put your robe on and waltz around your room tryna figure out what you're gonna wear.most of your clothes are fit for the church setting, rarely any for partying.

10 mins later you come across a black skirt that you brought for church but only wore it once because it was too short and the pervy old men at the church made you uncomfortable to ever wear it again at church. and you found a white long sleeve top with the cleavage cut out. and opting out for some black docs as foot wear.

once you put on a simple but cute matching set you spray a little perfume on your bare neck before putting on your outfit and then putting more on. once your dress you do some quick makeup, only putting on lashes highlighter and eyeliner. for your hair you only do your edges and put it in a mid ponytail. wanting to keep it simple.

once you're completely ready, the time is 10:00. you quickly put on your shoes and check yourself one more time before leaving your room. when you walk into the living room you see mina sitting on the couch again but this time she’s dressed in a black dress with a pair of platforms with buckles on the side and her hair done in space buns.

once she notices you her eyes immediately rake over your figure and her jaw drops. “oh my fucking god y/n you look hot” the girl says jumping off the couch and running up to you admiring you. you blush and smile at Mina's comments going straight to your head “mina it’s just clothes it’s not that serious” you say laughing at the girl excitement. she looks at you and playfully rolls her eyes making you laugh again.

after the two of you calm down you hear a knock on the door. mina smiles and you look at the door confused. she walks over to it and opens it revealing her boyfriend Eijiro Kirishima. she opens the door wide allowing him to come in. his tall and strong figure has to duck his head so he doesn’t hit his head walking in. mina shuts the door and smiles walking towards you with her boyfriend's hand in hers.

“ei’ you remember my roommate y/n” she says with a big smile. he nods and gives you a big smile. “hey y/n nice to see you again” he says making you laugh. you smile and nod your head “nice to see you too” you say shortly making the pink haired girl squeal.

the three of you walk out of the dorm and into kirishima's car. “oh yea ei’ lives off campus” she says, reminding you of when she first told you that. you nod and get in the backseat of his car.

“so y/n how have you been?” kirishima asks, making you think about how you have been. you honestly don’t know. but for the sake of sparing time you smile and say a quick ‘good’. “oh my god babe did i tell you? y/n thinks she is judgmental and that the group won’t like her” mina says laughing her ass off. kirishima takes his eyes off the road and looks back at you. “the group is gonna love you, plus you're the least judgemental person we know, and trust me i know” kirishima says looking at you with a ‘you know’ look and then it clicks to you.

back when you moved into your dorm with mina you came home from classes one day and found mina and kirishima doing unholy things on your old couch. you laugh at the memory and remember what you said to them. “aye, i don’t judge but we gotta get a new couch” you laugh and kirishima blushes at the memory.

soon after you arrive to kirishimas house which is pretty spacious and in the middle of the woods. there's no way he lives here alone. you think to yourself as you get out the car. when walking around the car you see 2 cars parked in the driveway making you think how many people lives here. kirishima catches you looking and decides to respond. “i live here with only one roommate,the other car is a friend of ours” he says while smiling at you.

the three of you walk on the porch and kirishima turns the knob unlocking the door. you walk in last not knowing what to expect but when you finally do make it inside you see two boys sitting on the floor, beer cans and ashtrays surrounding them.

“ah kiri you are finally here after picking up mina” a lean man with black hair says with a blunt hanging halfway out his mouth. you stay behind kirishima and mina not knowing if this was a good idea. you hear kirishima laugh and mina scoff playfully. “he didn’t just pick me up asshole…” Mina says to the guy,you pray she doesn’t mention you,not wanting to be outed yet. “he picked me and my roommate/good friend up,” she says, making you cower behind kirishima some more.

“oh yea who?” you hear another voice say but it’s hard to make out who it is since it seems to have come from another side of the house. you hear footsteps coming towards the living room and you stay as silent as possible. the footsteps stop and all of a sudden mina grabs your hand and brings you to the front with her and kirishima.

you look at the now three men lounging around the living room. there’s the black haired man and two blondes.you're familiar with ones since he sat next to you in your public speaking class. “hi y/n '' denki says with a big smile. you laugh at the man and smile back “hi denki” he gets up and walks up to you putting your arm around you and smiling. “introduce yourself to these bastards' ' he says with a smirk pointing to the two other men.

you smile and introduce yourself briefly. “hi i’m y/n” you say, giving a wave and a smile. the black haired man gives you a smile and comes up to you. “hey cutie, the name sero hanta” he says kissing your hand. you smoke and shake your head playfully at his actions. the group walks over to the living room and you see the other blonde man sitting on the ground.

everyone sits down and you don’t wanna be weird so you find a seat close to the unnamed blonde. “hi my name is y/n” you say introducing yourself again. “bakugo katsuki” he says finally looking at you. his eyes widen a bit when he looks at you. you laugh and look down and play with your fingers. the blonde named bakugo is covered in tattoos and piercings. you can’t help but think that the man is attractive. but you shouldn’t be thinking that, you just met him.

“well y/n,tell us about yourself” bakugo says while looking at you. you see everyone looking at you now awaiting your answer. “um well i'm a freshman,i’m 18 and i’m…pretty boring” you say while laughing at yourself. you see mina smile and wink at you letting you know you're doing great. “ah a freshman…what do you like to do in your spare time?” bakugo asks while getting a little closer to you. “she doesn’t have to answer your interrogation questions bakugo” mina says rolling her eyes.

you laugh and nod your head “no it alright min, i mostly do nothing but go to church” you say while looking the man in his eyes. his lips curl into a devilish smirk making your eyes go wide. “oh, you're a church girl,” bakugo whispers while smiling ear to ear. you nod and quickly turn around not knowing what you should do.

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a couple hours later the six of you are now sitting in a circle filled with beer cans and ashes. you only had about 1 1/2 beers already feeling heat creep up on you. bakugo had about 4 and the others had about the same.

right now you and bakugou are deep in conversation about him and yourself,his way of finding out about what you like. “well i have no tattoos, and i only have my ears pierced.” you say looking at him. bakugou smiles and shows you the piercings in his face. he has a lip piercing, eyebrow, his ears, his nose and lastly his tongue. “these are called snake eyes” he says sticking out his tongue showing you his piercings. “did they hurt?” you ask quietly trying to keep your mind off of the dirty thoughts that you’ve been thinking. “definitely the least painful ones i got” he says looking at you with a smirk. you try to squeeze your legs together discretely not wanting him to know the effect that he had on you.

“do you have anymore?” you als getting a little closer to him. he nods and smile “yea i do, if you want i’ll show you them later” he says swiping his tongue against his teeth making sure you see it. you turn your head quickly trying to keep those thoughts that your having at bay.

all of a sudden you hear denki call out to the group, making everyone look at him. “we should play truth or dare” he says and everyone groans. you laugh at his expression and he sighs. “but with a twist, if you don't complete the dare or answer the truth, you have to take a shot,” denki says with a wicked smile. everyone whoops and smiles except for you. you're nervous,and you're pretty sure if someone looks at you they would be able to tell.

“what’s wrong?'' Bakugo whispers in your ear. you shiver slightly and look at him. “nothing i’m cool.” you say quietly, bakugou looks at you and rolls his eyes before turning back to the rest of the group. denki and sero set up a total of 6 shot glasses and 2 full bottles of tequila. your nerves are taking over but you try to stay cool.

the game starts off pretty tame the first three rounds, but by round four the groups starts asking more vulgar questions. “when’s the last time your dick got wet hanta?” bakugo asked sero. you laugh a little bit when you see sero smirk. “this morning” sero says simply and you looked a little shocked but not surprised. next it’s dennis turn. his dare was to take a picture of his butt and send it to his mom which he did with no problem. next it was your turn and you were anxious. “truth or dare?” kirishima asks and you think before picking truth. “is it true that bakugou has been hitting on you all night?” kirishima says making you smile at him thanking him for not asking anything vulgar. he winks at you and you answer. “mhm…i think so” so say while looking at bakugo with a smile. the group laughs ans bakugo face turns a dark shade of pink telling everyone to ‘fuck off”’.

“well is it working?” kirishima asks and bakugou looks down at you and smirk. “only one question per round sir” you say while smiling at him. the group laughs and continue on with the game. the next round goes quick and it’s your turn again but this time bakugo is asking yo the question. “truth or dare?” he says and you you know you can’t pick truth again so you pick dare. “i dare you to make out with anyone sitting in this group relationship or not” he says making you tighten up. you don’t want to see like a baby so you know your not gonna take the shot. but choosing the wrong person could backfire.

“okay” you say quietly examining the room. you look at mina and she smiles, denki and sero had big smirks, kirishima looks lost and bakugou looks calm. you turn to bakugou and look at him deeply hoping he understands that you picked him. he smirks and nods his head. you’ve had your first kids before but it was nasty and sloppy making you never wanna kiss again but right now you don’t mind.

he takes your hand making you confused but that haze is soon over once pulls you into his lap. you quietly sigh out making him smirk, he takes your face and gently places a kiss on your sleep making you surprised on how gentle he is. you kiss back making the kiss deeper. bakugo grabs your hips once he hears you whine, making you wrap your arms around his neck,playing with his hair a bit.

The kiss was euphoric, and you were sad once you felt him pull away. the two of you were outta breathe making the group whoop and cheer on. you move to get out of bakugos lap but he pulls you back down making you yelp. “stay” is all he says as the game continues.

once the game is over you it’s about 2am. mina and kirishima were grinding and making out on the couch and denki and sero was baked. you and bakugou was still on the floor chatting it up about any and everything. a couple minutes later denki and sero left to go get there ‘dicks wet’ and mina and kiri decided to take their activities upstairs after baku go made a comment about not wanting to watch a ‘freaky porno’ right now.

so that left you and bakugou in the living on the couch now, alone. the lights were dimmed from earlier but now is when you start to realize it. “so what is it that you do at church?” bakugo asks. “confessions,prey, and learn i guess” and he looks at you fascinated. “what do you confess about?” he asks getting closer. “um school is really all” you say quiet. bakugou looks at you with the biggest smirk ever.

“so you never tell him how you dip your fingers in that pretty cunt of yours?” your jaw drops and you don’t know how to react. “i don’t-i don’t do that bakugo '' you say, shaking your head and his smirk gets bigger and he gets closer. “so you're telling me you don’t play with your tit’s after church? maybe you do it in the shower…do you?” you shake your head and at this bakugou is so close that your head is laying on the arm rest and he’s practically in between your legs.

“Maybe you play with your cunt at church while the preacher is preaching” he says, making you whine and squeeze your legs together trying to find some friction. “mhm…i would love to sometimes watch princess” he says while rubbing up your thigh. “bakugo” you say breathlessly. “call me Katsuki princess” he says while examining your body language.

“but you know…getting your pussy played with feels soo much better baby” you audibly moan when you feel his finger ghost over your pussy. “kat, please” you say, needing to feel good by the hands of him. '`you sure baby?” he asks, wanting to make sure you really want this. you nod your head and he wastes no time getting between your legs and kissing you.

the kiss was deep and sensual…something you’ve never felt before. you instantly get caught up in the pleasure-closing your eyes and letting whines and whimpers escape your lips. “mhm babe” bakugo moans in your mouth making you squeeze your legs with him between them “fuck, don’t do that” bakugo whines while moving down to your neck.

your hands instantly goes to his blond locks ‘guiding’ him down your neck- “suki’ please” you moan in his ear making him bite down in your neck. your body jolts from the unexpected pain making your grind on the man’s groin. “be fuckin’ patient” he says while rising from your neck.

you start at a blond man and pout. “why’d you stop suki?” your lips still in a pout making him smirk. katsuki grabs your cheeks making you make a ‘duck face’. “why can’t you be a good girl and be fuckin’ grateful for what the fuck i give you?”. you want to apologize but you can’t. you physically can’t.

“I just wanna make you feel good…can I please?” you nod your head at his question making him instantly smile. “i wanna eat you out baby…like really bad” he says playing with your bottom lip. “wait suki’, i wanna help you out too!” you whine out to the man. “you wanna give me a blowjob?” you nod and his nasty grin returns on his lips.

you instantly find yourself on your knees between katsuki’s legs. he’s peering down at you with slightest bit anticipation. he secretly can’t wait to feel your mouth on his cock as he guides you. he can’t wait to feel you gagging around it, tears dripping down your face and salvia and pre-cum dripping out your mouth.

“you okay down there baby?” he says with concern, lacing his voice. you nod and put your hands on his thighs. moving them high and higher until you hear his breath hitch. you look up at him silently asking if you can continue. he looks down and nods his head letting you know to continue. your pink acrylic nails pulling his pants down. once you get them down you look at the bulge that’s restricted in his black calvin kleines.

“pull my underwear down babe” you look up at katsuki and nod your head. but before you do that your hand creeps up to his bulge and slightly squeezes it making him moan and the unexpected action. you laugh and he clenches his jaw while giving you a scolding look. you quickly pull down his underwear.

ur lucky you moved when you did because if you didn’t you would’ve been hit with his thick cock. when you actually look at it your eyes go wide and your jaw drops. bakugo laughs and caresses your face gently. “i know it’s big baby, but you're gonna take it right?” you nod your head and decide to start.

you look up at him silently asking for help. he looks down and smiles. “spit on it.” he says nodding to the erect cock that's standing up in your face. you pucker your lips and move up a bit to spit on the tip. you see him visibly shudder and let his head fall back. you decide to go off instincts and wrap your hand around his cock jerking it up and down slowly.

“shit baby” you hear the man chuckle out. you feel motivated and decide to move your hands faster up his cock. “put your mouth on it baby” bakugo says with his eyes. you look at the thick piece of flesh and decide to lick the side of it engulfing it in your mouth once you reach the tip.bakugou's eyes shoot open and his hands instantly go to your head pushing you down slightly. “shit babe” he says breathlessly.

you bob your head up and down until you feel the need to breathe. you tap his thigh and he lets go of your head and you instantly get off but keep jerking him. “never thought my cock would look so pretty in pink” he says gesturing to your pink acrylics. you smile and decide you can take him back in your mouth.

you move your hand and take him back in his mouth. this time you take him deeper while keeping eye contact with him. tears flood your waterline while you deepthroat him. you hum around his cock and you see his eyes roll to the back of his head. “shit babe, you sure you’ve never done this before.” he says while pushing your head down. you shake your head and hum around his cock.

a couple minutes later you decide you wanna try something different. you take him out of your mouth and move back a bit. “babe the fuck you doing?” you hear him say obviously frustrated. you look at him and smile before taking off your shirt leaving you in just your lace bra. katsuki’s eyes go wide and you giggle. “take your’s off now suki’” you say sweetly. he smirks and lifts up his shirt a bit before stopping. “you get to see my other piercings” he says before continuing his actions. once it’s off your eyes rake up and down his body but once you see the silver dots on nipples your eyes widen. “They're cute” is all you say before going back to sucking his cock.

a couple of minutes later you feel bakugo’s hands tighten around your head and you hum.his other hand goes around your neck and your eyes roll back as you moan. “mmhff, fuck i’m gonna cum baby” you decide to go faster taking him deeper and deeper. “u feel me in your throat?” you nod and keep going wanting to feel him cum in your mouth.

“babe, fuck i’m cumming…i’m fucking cumming” he says whining the last part. you feel a hot thick substance spurt to the back of your throat. you pull off and swallow all the cum that he releases into your mouth. you notice the mix of saliva and cum that dripped down between your breasts. you look up and see bakugou looking down at you in amazement.

“did i do good suki?” you ask with the slightest bit of innocence that was left in you.he smiles at you before pulling you up by your underarms and pulling you into his lap. his lips instantly connect to yours making you moan. you feel his cock underneath you hardening back up. “kat please” you moan while sucking on his neck. his hands go to your hips moving you back and forth on his hardened cock.

“okay baby lay down.” he says while stilling your hips. you crawl out his lap and to the other side of the catch. but before you lay down you feel a harsh smack on your ass making you moan out and look back at him with a pout. “suki” you say whining at him. he laughs and you lay back on the couch.

you see katuki move towards you and smile. “can i eat you out babe?” you smile and nod aggressively. he pulls down your skirt and threw it somewhere around the living room. now your only covered by your underwear and bra. that doesn’t last long though because bakugou quickly pulls down your underwear and throw them somewhere as well. he looks at you and you nod letting him know he could proceed.

he opens your legs and his eyes widen once he sees your pussy. you try to close your legs feeling self conscious about it now. katsuki stops you before you can completely close them. “prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen babe” he says while looking up at you. “Suki, don’t say that.” you say while laughing. “well too fucking bad babe” he says looking back down at your cunt.

bakugou bends down and and places a sloppy kiss on your pussy making your breath stop. he pulls back and pucker his lips before aggressively spit on your pussy. you moan and he laughs before licking a long stripe of your pussy. you instantly throw your head back and moan, your hands find his blond locs pulling on them slightly pushing his face deeper in your pussy. “suk-suki” you say moaning. he laughs in your pussy making the vibrations push you closer to the edge.“fuck babe you taste so good” he says while taking a breath.

After a couple of minutes of him eating you out you feel pressure build up. “kat’ i feel- fuck, i feel funny suki’” you feel bakugo get sloppier and all of a sudden his finger starts rubbing on your clit making you jolt from the sensation. “kat’ please” you try to plead with him to stop but it falls on death ears. all of a sudden unbearable pleasure rush’s through your body making you pull his hair and moan loudly. you wrap your legs around his head and sigh.

after a couple of seconds you feel his motions stop and you unwrap your legs from around his head.when he rises you look at his glossy lips that curved into a smirk and covered in you slick. “how was you’r first orgasm baby?” he says while wiping his mouth. “t’ was good” you say hiding your face slightly. he laughs and sits back down before pulling you into his lap.

“baby are you sure you wanna do this?” you look at him and nod. “you can’t go back after this” he says while caressing your ass. “yes i’m sure suki, i promise” you say before you give him a sweet kiss on his lips. he kisses back with the same amount of energy making you smile. you pull back gently and he looks at you awaiting your next movement. you move back a bit, picking up his cock and holding it in your hand. “wet it babe” katsuki says while awaiting your next move. “how about you wet it?” you say while looking him in his eye. “i’ve never been asked no shit like that before…but it’s whatever you want,” he says before spitting on his hand and using it as a lube on his dick.

you stand up a bit before he slaps his cock against your pussy. “mhm babe, ima put it in nice and slow.” you nod and brace yourself by holding his shoulders. you feel his tip protruding at your entrance. “you okay?” you nod and he continues to push in. you whimper and he looks at you with a questionable look but you just nod and smile.

soon after he's fully in and you're sitting on his cock trying to wait till the pain subside. “y/n you feel sooo good babe” he says trying to help you relax by rubbing your back and thighs.

once you feel the pain subside you start moving, catching bakugou off guard. “mhm so tight babe” he says when you start bouncing slightly. “suki, feels soo good” you say when you feel him smack your ass. all of a sudden you feel a hand snake around your throat. you look at bakugou and he has the nastiest smirk on his face. you moan loudly and move faster against him. “oh so the church whore likes being choked.” you look beautiful to katsuki all fucked out, tears dripping down you face and your naked body pouncing on him.

“suki’ i’m gon-gonna cum” you say pleading with the man. he likes you and you clench around him making him get closer to the edge. all of a sudden you feel him jack hammer into you. balls slapping your ass, the lewd sound of your slick and his dick making him feel fuzzy inside. “best fucking pussy babe” he says while slapping your ass.

a couple minutes later you feel yourself at the edge. you can’t hold it anymore so you release it. “ah fuck suki!” you say moaning while collapsing on his chest. bakugo is still chasing his high, jackhammering into like it’s no tomorrow. you decide to kiss him to drown out your moans. while kissing katsuki he grabs your ass and you grab the base of his neck slightly choking him .

that was the breaking point for bakugou. he grips your hips so hard when he cums that you know for sure that there’s gonna be bruises. “fuck baby” he says as he kisses your neck getting over his high. you smile and kiss his lips.

after the two of you got cleaned up bakugou took you into his room and made sure you were comfortable by giving you a shirt and some comfortable boxers. “thank you katsuki” you say while laying next tim him under his comforter. he smiles and kisses your lips . “night babe” is all he says before drifting off to sleep.

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you wake up to the sound of laughing and you're instantly confused. but when you lift your head you see mina and kirishima standing in katsuki’s doorway laughing at the two of you who were cuddled up. you look over to bakugou and see him with the biggest smirk on his face. before you could say anything mina throws your shirt, skirt, and underwear in the room while kirishima does the same with bakugos clothes.

before they both close the door you see mina wink at you letting you know you have to have a conversation about this. once the couple is out of the room you look over to bakugou and he smirks. “i really need a picture of us with matching pink nails and you're holding my cock while i’m holding your ass”

#bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #katsukibakugou #bhna bakugou #katsuki smut #mha bakugou

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spoiledleaff · 9 months

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Hello! Do you happen to take xReader requests? I would just love to see a ficlet from you where Mountain catches Rain and Reader cuddling in the gardens? They/Them pronouns for the Reader please? and SFW if possible?

I know I'm asking for a lot, so please don't feel like I'm pressuring you! :)

i mean, i've been threatening to delve into the world of /reader fics for quite some time, but i've never actually made true on my threats, unfortunately :') but!! i will tonight!! >:3c

sfw ✿ he/him mountain/rain + they/them gn sibling of sin reader ✿ wc ; 860.

Mountain knows that Rain's been... predictably vacant from the Ministry's hallways, but the earth's sin had just figured that he was napping in between the pews after Mass or getting high at the lakeside. Rain might not be the same... 'level' as Dewdrop, but the water ghoul certainly knows how to shirk the work he simply doesn't want to do.

Luckily for the Ministry, it's only during the more extreme seasons that Rain choses to abandon his duties. Luckily for Mountain, nothing's really happening at this point in time, so Rain's extra hands aren't a necessity for the wellbeing of the Abbey.

It was midday when he caught them, the black ink of their church uniforms clashing dramatically against the vibrant colors of the garden's flowers. It wasn't surprising at all to find Rain curled up in the depths of the gardens, the shade of the gazebo sparing the water's sin from any risk of drying up in the sun's rays. It took a moment, however, for Mountain to find that Rain wasn't alone in his loafing around.

Mountain recognizes the Sibling from the way they wear their uniform: elongated in some traditionally short areas and trimmed shorter where it was once long. He recalls Rain rambling once — after having met the Sibling a couple of times — about how everything they did was just so uniquely them; their uniform included. It drew Rain in, among other things, and Mountain was happy to watch as Rain grew increasingly infatuated with the very existence of the Sibling.

Speaking of, the earth's sin watches as Rain's tail flicks lazily against their ankle, docile barbs brushing against the sliver of exposed skin. There's small pink welt dragging across the bone of their ankle, he notices, and Mountain decides he's going to have to talk to Rain again about human fragility.

Other than that small detail, the sight laid before Mountain is actually quite wholesome. Rain has the poor Sibling practically suffocated in his arms, his mask flattening the grass below them though his balaclava remains secure over his face. His arms are locked tight around the small of the Sibling's back, their arms curled up in the small spaces left between them and the water's sin. Mountain notices how one of their hands is buried deep between the seam of Rain's button-up shirt, one of the golden buttons having been popped free to accommodate the space of their hand.

The Sibling is curled up tight in Rain's chest, so small and human in comparison to the water ghoul's borderline awkward proportions. It's cute, and Mountain can't help but think of how much smaller the Sibling would feel tucked up into his own side.

Well, it's not that he's never thought about it — the way this Sibling in particular would slot so perfectly into his side or the weight of them on his chest — and he knows that they wouldn't mind! Mountain's lost count of how many times he's caught the little creature wrapped up in Dewdrop's arms or faceplanted into Cumulus' chest. Of course, Rain is never too far away from the Sibling, but Mountain knows the water's sin — or any of them for that matter — wouldn't have any issues with sharing.

They've even offered it to him before! All sweet smiles and an outstretched hand, somehow managing to wiggle out of Rain's grasp just enough to brush their fingers against the leather of Mountain's boots. But, alas, Mountain was supposed to have been in Copia's office two minutes prior to your proposal, and the earth's sin had to refuse.

But now? Mountain's finished his chores in the greenhouse, dinner isn't for another hour or so, and there's no gremlin trying to get into his pants with nothing but hot hands and sly smiles, so-

There's nothing stopping the earth's sin from joining the pair.

Just in case, Mountain quietly slinks off to Rain's side of the cuddle pile, watching the steady of rise and fall of both cuddlebugs' chests as he moved. Mountain plops himself down right behind Rain's curled up form, carefully slotting himself behind the water ghoul so as not to disturb neither sin or Sibling. He presses his chest against the hard plane of Rain's back, scrambling to be rid of his own mask before getting too comfortable dozing underneath the gazebo's shade in the company of those he adores. He sets his mask next to Rain's, mindful of the 'clink' the two masks make, before allowing himself to curl up around both Rain and his napping partner.

Mountain purrs quietly as throws one arm above his head and wiggles the other carefully in the open spaces between Rain and the Sibling, quickly finding the lump of their hand underneath Rain's partially unbuttoned shirt. Through the cotton of the fabric, Mountain holds the Sibling's hand, delighting in the way they snuggle closer and press their nose against his knuckles.

Rain's tail stops swishing, and the devious little bastard starts up a purr of his own, taking great pleasure in having lured in another sailor lost at sea with the sirensong promise of a nap in the middle of the day.

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mega-ringsandthings-world · 19 days

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Okay, I said I was going to get into some supermarket wine and do this, I'm sans the wine but lets still do it. to be fair this is something I cooked up for my lougetown au but it works for canon mihawk too So, rough outline of my backstory for Mihawk (things will be altered from time to time) consists of him being more a less closely related to Imu (yes that one) due to some fuckery the WG was doing, think proto-seraphim project, and having been spirited away as a baby after the project was voided to save him. He was taken to and hidden away on some nowhere island where his caretakers/parents surrendered him to the care of a religious order stationed there in order to cover any trace of their association with him, but kept watching over him in secret. Officially he was a orphan the church took in, and he was raised there for the first few years of his life. Given his rather obvious physical likeness to Imu (the eyes) he was mostly kept away from the island's population as a child to prevent anyone looking for him from recognizing him, hereby meaning he was sent to watch sheep and water tulips on a mountainside with a stack of books for company when he wasn't napping in the monastery, weeding the gardens, or being a consummate atheist on main, thus leading to the introvert-cottagecore aesthetic he has going on in the future. When he was very young he witnessed a swordfight (the swordfight was on his account but he was too young to understand what was going on) and ever since then he was fascinated by the art of the blade. That, combined with him being a precocious child and being influenced by the books he was reading (he took a further interest in sword-fighting from some stories he read) he'd sneak off his mountainside from time to time to steal a sword and pick fights in the town below, and subsequently get his ass beat/get bullied by other kids in the town, because he was the defacto quiet kid and kids are assholes and thought he was witch. Or something. The town kids were also the ones who coined the name Hawkeyes. After almost getting killed and almost killing someone else at one point, his secret caretaker/parent, who up until this point had been posing as the local blacksmith, stepped in to train in him, since as he was getting bigger and drawing attention to himself, (and potentially drawing dangerous attention) he needed to learn to defend himself. Of course, actively training him in sword-fighting encouraged Mihawk's obsession in swordsmanship and led to him getting faster stronger better in the blink of an eye after a few bumps in the road, he had all the town bullies in a chokehold a year in and was constantly getting into arguments with the brothers/priests for trying to practice inside the church. Sometime later his caretaker/parents had reason to believe that the WG was not looking for him anymore and decided with the brothers/priests to allow him some more freedom, said freedom led to him killing a marine who challenged him when he was fifteen. (it was also due to the marines threatening the town) When he was told that the marines might come to hunt him down for that, Mihawk decided to hunt them down instead. Before leaving the island, he had the blacksmith make him a sword and his kogatana, which he designed to honor the church that raised him. Before he left, the blacksmith also encouraged him to seek out Yoru, in the hopes that looking for it would distract Mihawk from gaining a large profile. It did not work, and Mihawk quickly gained the title of the marine hunter. After Mihawk left, the caretakers/parents took a risk and reached out the WG and made a deal to ensure Mihawk's safety going forward, something that led to Mihawk being offered a warlord commission in the future. What Imu thinks of him is mystery, but Mihawk was allowed to roam free. For the time being.

Present-day Mihawk is blissfully unaware of anything going on behind the scenes of his life. He takes his past at face value and doesn't care to try to find anything out about it.

#one piece #op #one piece mihawk #dracule mihawk #opla #opla mihawk #op mihawk #hawkeyes mihawk #mihawk #mihawk one piece #takanome mihawk #loguetown au #one piece meta

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blank-house · 4 months

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ohh so you have more cast's lifestyle habits 👀 could you share some without spoilers? some of them are... unexpected lol? i really like the cast, they're all so cool! 🧡

oh, absolutely. i ran these quickly by marina too, so:

percy's in the habit of saying to jamie and elio when they come back to the house: "do you want to have dinner? a bath? or me? ♡" before anyone asks, he'd say that to an mc he's in a serious relationship with but he does like joking he's functionally married to the other two. sometimes, he'll throw in an anata.

if he knows he doesn't have plans for the day, percy will just not leave his bed. man's just fully marinating. he could be convinced out if the impromptu plans develop with a good friend, but otherwise godspeed trying to get him to move.

cameron listens to as many male groups as they do female groups, but there's something about a lady idol doing a run (in a singing context) that makes them have to stop with a hand over their heart and one in the air like they're hearing gospel in a church. it kind of is a religious experience.

to that end, cameron's what the kids call a k-boomer. they listen to the earlier first into second generation bands and are convinced no one will do better. that's groups like shinee, girls generation, 2ne1, so on. no, i'm not projecting.

elio will never take more than one trip to carry groceries. ever.

elio has a tendency to treat the kitchen like his personal one-man orchestra. he'll slap a pan before he uses it or purposefully clink his dishes together (which is why some of them are noticeably chipped) or rattle spoons as he's putting them away or using them.

as part of the "napping with percy" saga, jamie finds himself being used as furniture more often than not in their own house. the others might put something in his hands to hold, or they might just drape themselves across his lap if he's sitting on the couch. he once famously was a coat hanger and glorified ladder.

jamie would be considered a world-class bargain hunter and likes going to farmer's markets and swap meets. he won't negotiate with the hard work of farmers, but he will negotiate down to the dime at a swap meet. he does have a fanny pack and a wide-brimmed hat to protect his delicate skin every sunday.

chores with deja is a war of attrition. as long as you do your part, she won't say anything. but, say you leave your dishes in the sink. she'll do the same and she'll keep doing it until you're both eating cereal out of a mug. keep the sink clean or she'll kill you.

deja doesn't keep a running tally on how much she's spent on food. she kind of just works on the pay schedule of "i owe roughly 12 dinners, and am owed 15 dinners" between her, mc, cameron and reynah. this also applies to drinks.

reynah's favorite fruits are coconuts, pineapples and watermelons. not because she has any preference for their taste. but, she just kind of gets a kick out of the process of breaking them down so she can eat them. cracking open a coconut's hard. pineapples have all those eyes. watermelons are huge.

while she isn't messy, reynah does have the habit of leaving half-finished seltzer bottles everywhere. it's just a lot of drink and she just kind of forgets to keep drinking them when she gets pulled away to do something or another. if asked, though, she'll say it's not because she's forgetful but that the first few sips are peak carbonation. everything after isn't as appealing.

#keyframes vn #keyframes asks #reynah dioquino #perseus tozaki #elio kealoha #cameron molinares #deja lamarre #jamie porter #this is such a long post because we gave like two each lmaoooo

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Imagine RvB characters with superpowers. But just one each, like in RWBY or My Hero Academia. Could totally see Sarge being an unstoppable force, or Tucker being the center of attention, or Caboose being able to make things not work properly. Church splitting off parts of his psyche as clones. Maine having permanent copies of powers. Wash making a memory fog. Kimball having a speed buff for herself & others. Jax making videos of his memory. Just so many possibilities!

There are a handful of RVB Super Power AUs out there that are all very interesting (the two I'm more familiar with are the "Villain AU" by @smilysstuff , and "We Didn't Even Kiss Until Issue 26" by @cinaed . I've also seen some cool Spider-Man/Spider-Verse concepts from @leonardalphachurch and @donut-entendre ~)

You've got some cool super power ideas for them too! The characters are all so weird, it is easy to take the various talents or certain personality traits and turn them into super abilities, either ones that fit easily with them, or perhaps ones that seem like the "opposite" of what is typical.

If I was going to put them into a Super Hero setting, but maybe try to make it a little different from some of the others I've seen... I might put them in a Batman scenario! Except it doesn't totally follow the same formula... because NONE of these dudes are a billionaire playboy who is also a scientist and expert martial artist. So instead...

"Blood Gulch" is actually the name for a small area of the city (basically, Crime Alley), and through some random (or perhaps connected) events, a lot of people have had an unpleasant experience there... Church woke up with no memory besides his name and a few vague bits of info of his life. Tucker was attacked, and his child was kid-napped. Caboose lost his penny (everybody thinks this is stupid, but you don't understand; it was the GIANT penny!). Donut got nailed with a grenade. Grif got ran-over by a tank (followed by Simmons agreeing to give up some organs to try and save his life at a hospital, but when doctors insisted Grif wouldn't survive the surgery, Simmons followed a very shady tip that somebody from that area could help them both... and so Simmons got a back-alley operation, then woke up a Cyborg. Grif is OK). Sarge got shot in the head. Tex "died" for the first time, and discovered she doesn't STAY dead. A strange villainous voice seems to "haunt" the area, but is only ever heard when Doc is around. Nothing bad happened to Kai, but she got busted for throwing a rave in an old warehouse there once.

Not all of this happened on the same day or anything, but it sure is a COINCIDENCE that all these people hurt somehow in this general area, isn't it!? Anyway, Church meets Tucker after Junior got kidnapped, and despite seeming so unfriendly, he's the only guy that listens to Tucker's weird story (because the group that took Junior didn't seem... human). The cops won't help, and Tucker doesn't want to leave the city unless he has a lead, so... Church takes him to where he's been crashing.

Which turns out to be a HUGE mansion, that has sat abandoned for years. Church may be a hobo, but he's a hobo with standards (also, he seems to know all the combinations for the locks. wonder why). Eventually, they run into Caboose out on the streets, sobbing over his penny. He follows them around all night, and Church finally agrees to let him com back to their mansion. Once inside, Caboose's clumsiness and nonsensical luck allows them to discover SECRET PASSAGEWAYS! There is a whole underground lair below the mansion! With some very interesting (and suspicious) technology. Oh, and it seems to be OCCUPIED as well?

So, while all that was going on, Sarge has been running around Blood Gulch at night, being a weird vigilante about it (he still has his own shotgun, but after it got damaged, the thing doesn't actually fire anymore. instead, he carries it around for the AESTHETIC, and a lot of people in the city start rumors about a guy who has a gun he doesn't shoot for some "metaphorical" reasons, but it really isn't that deep; it broke, he doesn't want to throw it away, he can't afford to get it fixed, and he's too stubborn to just get a new one. on the plus side, various bad guys have gotten the idea that if they don't use guns, the vigilante won't shoot them, so everybody has gotten less lethal in general). Sarge also collects weirdos who have gone through their own odd incidents...

He likes the idea of having a cyborg on his team, and Grif seems to be good at... not dying? That comes in handy. Donut just kinda invited himself and stuck around. Sarge finds an abandoned robot one night, so now they have a robot! His speech functions are stuck on Spanish, but Lopez is very capable at just about any task (he will still complain the whole time). Sarge decides to call their group... The Red Hood Gang! He still wears the red hoodie he had on when he got shot when doing vigilante stuff (plus a mask, and other gear). They move into what they THOUGHT was an old cave system outside the city... and find it has LOTS of interesting tech inside!

When Church's group finds out the Reds are basically living in their basement and hoarding all the cool junk, and the Reds realize these guys have an upstairs with actual bathrooms and a kitchen, they proceed to have a whole war over who gets to keep everything. As they fight and claim certain things for themselves, one of the big computers comes online... and a strange, high-pitched voice who introduces himself as Vic starts giving them info and "advice" on how to find the people that have caused their problems. Begrudgingly, the two groups decide to work together (Church's team calls themselves Blue Birds, since the gear they get is blue, and themed after birds; also, they get a cool vehicle! Sheila is their Batmobile~).

So, now the Reds and Blues are all doing vigilante stuff. They still bicker with each other, but no longer enemies. Other people in the city do not know how to deal with these chaotic weirdos. They eventually meet up with Tex, and Grif's sister figures out what her brother is up to. Doc has a brief time being "kid-napped" by the :evil voice" as O'Malley tries to be a full-on villain like the Joker, but eventually he settles down, accepts that he's really part of Doc, and they other accept Doc is part of their group too. Tucker even gets Junior back, and Caboose finds his GIANT PENNY! Things seem to being well... but THEN-

A corrupt police force doesn't like all these vigilantes exposing their own criminal activity, and hire outside help of a special agent; Washington. He initially tries to very seriously solve some of the problems in the city, and when he gets framed for even BIGGER problems, he just has his own villain-moment, taking it out on the Reds and Blues... but they win him over. New vigilante hero! He moves into the mansion with the rest of them, but one night when they return, the place has a new guest; Carolina, who informs them that this is HER FAMILY'S HOME. She's been away, doing all kinds of cool secret martial arts training around the world (that's right, she's the REAL Batman~), and comes back to to find a whole circus moved in while she was gone?

She also explained that the underground caves were where he father once had a whole secret project going on, with people being part of several experiments that claimed to make them "super heroes", but those running the show had ulterior motives (some of them were selling tech to other groups, thus creating lots of criminals with a huge advantage). Wash had been part of this program, but like the Reds, he never knew about the mansion above ground or the connection to Carolina's family. Tex was part of it too, but she kind of forgot some of it. Church... well, it seems that one the plans of Carolina's father was to try and bring her mother back to life, and one attempt involved a sample from a supernatural pool of energy, which he tested on himself first. The result was Church (this is a bit like all the R'as al Ghul/Jason Todd stuff).

More Batman-tastic shenanigans ensue... meanwhile, over in Metropolis, all the Chorus problems are happening! Instead of a surviving child of Krypton coming to Earth, a ship containing the collective history and technology landed on the planet. In secret, a group has been slowly using the advanced tech for personal gain, and some people are also stealing it for themselves. Two sides of a "war" break out, each being manipulated into fighting because once they're all gone, nothing will stop a certain rich business man from taking everything for himself (Hargrove is basically Lex Luthor. Felix and Locus use lots of Krypton tech, and also have access to the temporary Super Serum that gives them small doses of powers).

Sorry, that was a LOT for a basic "Batman/Superman" AU haha

#ask #answer #anon #red vs blue #rvb

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