#Metal Roofing Pros

[risingstarroofingfl]

The Pros and Cons of Metal Roofing in Florida

Many homeowners are interested in installing metal roofing but want to learn about the pros and cons of metal roofing in Florida before making a decision.

Investing in metal roofing is one of the most important renovations for your home's integrity and can also boost its value significantly. According to reports, replacing your roof can trigger an average ROI of 107%. What's more, 33% of real estate agents say that a roof replacement can help close home sales.

Whether you're choosing a roof for a new home or replacing an existing roof, one of the most important decisions you'll need to make is what roofing material to use. Metal roofing is becoming a popular choice thanks to its many advantages. However, there are a few disadvantages you should also keep in mind.

[precisionroofcrafters]

METAL ROOFING PROS AND CONS

This is part one, of a two part series regarding Metal Roofing. With the world's weather being stranger than ever (or so it seems), we thought we would give some insights, both good and bad, into Metal Roofing. We will begin with the PROS!

PROS FOR METAL ROOFING

Metal roofing is an excellent option for most homes. Today, there are tons of options available to fit in with the design of any home, and they’re designed to be longer-lasting and more durable than other types of roofing. Some of the biggest pros to having a metal roof include the following:

LONGER LASTING

A Houston shingle roof is only going to last somewhere between 12 to 20 years, depending on the quality of materials and installation. A metal roof, however, can last between 40 to 70 years, depending on the type of metal used and the installation. Homeowners who want to save money by not having to repair or replace their roofs as frequently may consider a metal roof. They won’t have to worry about any repairs or replacements for quite a while. 

FAR MORE DURABLE

The durability of roofing is crucial, especially in cities like Galveston, TX, where severe storms and hurricanes are possible. Metal roofs can sustain higher winds, up to 140 miles per hour, when they’re installed properly and can be resistant to impact, which certainly occur. It is still crucial to inspect them occasionally of course, as to make sure everything is holding up properly, but the roof won’t corrode or crack, making it an excellent option when durability is required. 

SAFER THAN OTHER MATERIALS

Wildfires and lightning strikes can happen at any time as well. When they do, shingle roofing can ignite from small sparks, leading to a house fire. Metal roofing, however, is safer. It’s not going to spark or ignite into flames, so it can help protect the home further from significant damage. 

MORE ENERGY-EFFICIENT

Take homeowners in Bunker Hill Village, TX, for example. They know just how hot the area can get. Metal roofs are designed to help reflect the UV and infrared lights from the sun, keeping the entire roof cooler no matter how hot it is outside. This can result in 10 to 25% lower cooling costs, saving homeowners a significant amount of money in the long run. 

BETTER FOR THE ENVIRONMENT

Metal roofs, depending on what options are chosen, can be made from recycled materials. They’re also completely recyclable when they’re replaced, unlike shingle roofs that can’t be recycled at all. Plus, since they last longer, there are fewer wasted materials used during the installation or repair of metal roofs, adding to the benefits for the environment. 

Our next post will cover the CONS of Metal Roofs. Be sure to check back, they are interesting.

All that said, we have many roofing options that can fit your budget and needs. So do consider Precision Roof Crafters when it's time to repair or replace your roof. We do not disappoint... and though we service all 50 States, know that our Home base is in Houston, Texas. We will be bringing lots of Educational Material to this particular blog, and it will be given from Roofing Masters, not just paid performers, so be sure to follow or check in with us.

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[empireroofingandexteriors]

7 Pros And Cons Of Metal Roofs

Discover the advantages and drawbacks of metal roofing in our latest blog for Empire Roofing & Exteriors. Our in-depth analysis of the pros and cons of metal roofs will help you make an informed decision for your home or commercial property. Learn about the durability, energy efficiency, and aesthetic appeal of metal roofs and potential challenges such as cost and noise. Whether you're considering a new roof installation or a replacement, this guide provides essential insights into the benefits and limitations of metal roofing options.

[lou-struck]

Snatched Up

Keigo Takami x reader 

~ Your quiet afternoon of tending to your little rooftop garden when suddenly you find yourself face to face with a villain on the run from your boyfriend. 

W.C: 2.3k

Warning; Kidnapping, violence, a bit of self defense, mention of injuries but pretty pg.

It feels like it’s been years since you last made it up to the roof, the harsh early winter months made tending to your little garden impossible, but now as the worst of the winter storms have subsided, you are ready to get back into the swing of things. 

The steel door to the rooftop is far heavier than you remember it being, but as soon as you step out, the chilly late winder air surrounds you as you look over what once was your lush little rooftop garden. 

The beds are mostly empty save for a few weeds and a few little green scapes from the garlic you had planted in the fall peeking out from the dirt. But seeing just the tiniest bit of life in your beds warms your heart as you grab your little bucket and gardening gloves and prepare to get to work.

The job is easy this time around, by the time you finish plucking the little green weeds, only the button of your bucket is covered in leaves and roots. Tossing the little scraps into your little composter, the blaring sound of sirens riding the wind reaches your ears. Although you may be too high up for people watching, your curiosity brings you over to the stone railing as you stare down at the flashing lights from the city below.

Dozens of emergency vehicles zip around the block, horns honking loudly as a few sidekicks stand in the middle of the jammed intersections directing traffic away from your building.

“What’s going on down there?” You murmur, fearing an accident. Instinctively, your hand slides into the pocket of your jeans in search of your cell phone, but find only cloth. 

‘You must’ve left it on the charger’ you think to yourself as an unexpected waves of weariness hits you. 

Something feels off.

Your gut is screaming at you to get off the roof, to get somewhere safe. You start to head back to the elevator access point when suddenly you see a long shadow in your path that definitely wasn't there before. 

This shadow shrinks until you make out a human shape. It moves closer to the door as your ears pick up the unmistakable sound of boots crunching gravel. You are no longer alone up here. 

The door to the penthouse is pretty stubborn and far too loud for anyone to open it without you noticing. So whoever it is got there from either scaling the building or flying in. Someone like Keigo who likes to mess with you when he swoops by the rooftop on his patrol. 

“Is that you Birdie?” You ask hopefully, wondering if your feathered boyfriend decided to touch down to say hello. But when the figure comes into view, your heart sinks. The man standing directly in your path is definitely not your boyfriend. He wears a deep scowl and steps toward you with unbalanced steps, wobbly steps.

You look down and notice that his legs looked to be made of solid metal coils almost like springs.

Did he jump all the way up here?

“Definitely not a bird, Cutie.” he pants scanning your form until his gaze lands on your neck, where a brilliant red feather hangs attached to a dainty silver chain.  Your body tenses up under his menacing gaze as the spring man reaches out and grabs your necklace, “this is nice, super familiar. Where did you get it?”

“Craft fair,” you lie, but you can tell he doesnt believe it for a second, he stares you down with his philips head looking eyes.

“No, try again?” he says, twisting the chain a bit tighter against your neck.

“That’s where I got it,” you lie again, if this man is a criminal, letting him know who you are could be disastrous. Especially for Keigo, a man who has few weaknesses and lots of enemies.

“Really? Because I’m sure that little feather looks very familiar. Almost like it belongs to a certain pro hero who just so happened to just ruin my day.” he grits his teeth as he tears the delicate chain from your neck, dropping it to the floor as if it were worthless. 

The feather twitches slightly as it falls to the floor. Dropping just like your stomach, panicked, you take a large step away from the Villian. “What do you want?”

He shrugs, “I just wanted a place to lay low for a bit but I think you’ve given me a better opportunity.” His arms are as cold as metal as he grabs you roughly. His hand flies to your mouth, the taste of iron tingles your lips as the man smirks. “I don’t think Hawks is gonna give me any trouble if I have their cute little partner as my hostage.”

You try to fight, you really do, your fist pounds against his rib cage but all you hear is the sound of clanging metal. It must be something to do with his quirk. His cold, cruel laughter fills your ears. “Cute, but you’re gonna have to try a little harder to get rid of me.”

Your stomach churns with dread as you realize that with a quirk like his, escaping this man will be close to impossible. You steal another glance down at the feather at your feet and notice that the feather has hardened, sticking out of the ground like a knife. 

Keigo must be close, he must be at least a little aware of what’s going on. But the real question is, will he make it in time?

You try to stay calm, you try to not agitate this clearly unhinged individual, but locked in his iron grip, you see the coils in his legs begin to tense up and he leaps away from your building. As he leaps from rooftop to rooftop, your garden fades from view. 

The loss of the familiar sight is what breaks you, cold tears sting your eyes as you realize that being calm, cool, and collected under pressure isn’t really your thing.

You have flown with Keigo several times, but this isn’t anywhere near as relaxing. There is no soothing beat of the wings or controlled soaring, you’re just being launched rather uncomfortably by this spring guy.

If he wasn’t still covering your mouth you would be screaming your head off, he set you down on the roof of an unfamiliar building. You can’t be far from your little paradise, but now it feels continents away. 

He shoves you down with a laugh and stares down at you with a delighted gleam in his eyes. “I wonder how much birdbrain would pay to get you back? You’re cute for sure, but I'll have to figure out what makes you so valuable…

The way he says that last word makes you sick. “Let me go, or else.”

“Or else what?” he laughs heartily at your threat. “You’ll call your little boyfriend?”

Slowly, you get to your feet, winding up, you send a strong kick to the man’s side. When you first started seeing each other Keigo insisted on teaching you some basic self defense skills. At the time, you thought it was pointless, but now, as your foot comes into contact with the man's side, you find that he isn't entirely made of metal.  He staggers back and wheezes “Why you little~ you’ll pay for that one.” He raises his hand to strike you as a red blur races between you. A single red feather latches around the man's wrist pulling it back. As another latches on to the hem of your jacket, pulling you away from the man. You stagger and sink to the ground as a new figure lands on the gravel between the two of you. 

Large red wings flare out from their back, gleaming like knives under the intermittent clouds. But your boyfriend doesn't look like he is ready to fight, he looks lethal, like the weapon the commission trained him to be all those years ago. 

There is no witty banter as Hawks analyzes his opponent, he doesn't say a word as a flurry of sharpened feathers are sent toward the villain. They tear at his clothes and slice thin, painful scratches on whatever flesh he has. He cries out briefly, as they pin him to the ground. 

A spring quirk like his needs momentum after all, and Hawks threw it off the moment he landed on the rooftop. A small army of support heroes and sidekicks burst through the access door as the Villian is quickly handcuffed. 

“You really should take better care of your things, Hero.” the man coughs from the ground. Although he has been rendered immobile from Keigo’s feathers and the quirk cancelling handcuffs, he still thinks he has enough skin in the game to try and land some low blows.  “This one couldn't really put up much of a fight, if a nobody like me was able to steal them away so easily you may find yourself with a cold bed one of these days.”

Keigo’s eyes are hidden under his dark visor, but you can tell that he isn't even looking at the helpless prey at his feet. With the threat eliminated, he turns on a time and looms over you, his body painfully stiff. “Did he hurt you?” he pants.

Your mouth goes dry as all the adrenaline from the past few minutes fades away leaving you feeling weak, but at least safe. You tremble as you look up at your hero, your Keigo. “I~”

“Did he hurt you?” Keigo asks again, this time far more forcefully than before. There is anger in his tone, but your chest tightens as you realize that it isn't directed towards you but himself. 

Little bits of stone cling to the fat of your palm as you raise your hand gently up to his face. He doesn't stop you from removing the golden visor from his face. His glassy, honey colored, eyes are filled with enough sorrow and guilt for a lifetime. “I’m okay.” you murmur, ignoring the various scrapes and bruises you accumulated since this afternoon began. 

His arms wrap around you like you're made of glass, about to shatter at any moment. "I thought I lost you," he wavers. His anxious breathing tickles your neck. "I felt it when he ripped the feather away, but I should've been faster. You never should've gone through this."

It's you who deepens the embrace, your fingers dig into the fabric of his flight jacket until the flesh turns tight and painful. "But I did," you mumble, voice muffled from his collar. "And you saved me, Kei."

"Still, I should've called you, I should've let you know that there was a villain on the loose by your apartment but I didn't." he says. Briefly, you look over his shoulder to see the villain being taken away by the support staff, this time, he is the immobile one, helpless as he is dragged away from a place he had hoped would be safe. 

Gently, your hand trails up from his back to his shoulder, squeezing the tense muscles reassuringly. "There are going to be things you can't tell me Kei, I know that. But the important thing is we are both safe.”

“Safe,” he murmurs, blinking his eyes back into focus. “You’re safe. But how did he end up on your roof? He was on the run after him and one of his buddies tried to rob a liquor store.”

"This was a coincidence," you say, recalling the look of opportunistic elation on the Spring Villain's face when he saw the feather."I think he was looking for a place to hide out when I was on the roof and he  saw the feather and came to the conclusion on his own. I should've been more careful with it but he surprised me."

“Rotten Luck,” Keigo says, knowing that you aren't explicitly targeted helps calm down his racing mind, but now that a villain has figured out where you live, your days at your cozy little apartment are numbered. “But I heard you gave him one hell of a kick, it looks like those self defense lessons paid off a bit.”

“Just a bit,” you chuckle, “but I think I’ll leave the ass kicking to the real heroes, I've had more than enough action for awhile.”

His eyes soften as he runs his thumb over your scraped knuckles. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m alright Kei, just shaken up a bit.” you say.

“How about we head back to my place?” he offers. “I could make us some dinner, maybe put on a movie?”

“Could I shower?” you ask hopefully, after the afternoon you have had, you definitely could use one, and with the heated tiles and multiple rainfall shower heads, Keigos is just the one you would want to unwind in.

“Whatever you want baby,” he answers, scooping you up gently into his arms and getting to his feet and turning his attention to a passing sidekick. “I’m clocking out for the day, just send whatever paperwork over to my place.”

“Right away sir,” they say, before returning to their job of cleaning up the scene of the crime. 

He steps out into the clearing and spreads his wings. He looks down at you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” you say instinctively tucking your face into his jacket to protect yourself from the wind. His heartbeat hasn’t slowed since rescuing you, but the sound soothes you as your head rests against his chest, ready to face the sky for the second time today. 

“I’m ready.”

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network@sleepyyshroom, @isaacdaknight @qardasngan @dog55teeth @atigerandabear@anjodedesgostoeerros

[autumnmobile12]

All right, here's the thing about the Todoroki fire-users.

Most forms of glass melt at a temperature of 1,400°C to 1,600° C.

Orange flames have a range of 1100°C to 1200°C.

So unless either of them can exceed the 1400°C threshold and get into the white flame range (1300°C - 1500°C), Shouto and Endeavor cannot melt glass.

But with a blue flame that burns 1,400°C-1,600°C, this bitch sure can.

So now that in the Ambush Simulation AU I've revealed Nine and his entourage are the LoV, imagine the opening scene of Heroes Rising:

Whichever henchmen they've hired to transport the cargo in that car chase scene are careening down the highway, the Pros are in pursuit...and so's the Vanguard.

Car accidents caused by the fleeing villains have put Rock Lock and company out of commission, but Shimura's motorcycle can maneuver through just fine, so he and his passenger are still in the game like it's a Greek chariot race. Nobody really knew the Vanguard was going to make an appearance, nobody knows how they got the info on what was happening, but hey, they're provisionally licensed and can operate under Pros now, so no one's going to complain about the extra manpower on their side.

So my thoughts and prayers are with the poor driver of the armored vehicle whose sole job is to focus on the road. He just wants to survive the night without getting arrested, his comrades can worry about the Pros behind them, he's more concerned about the Pros blockading the road in front of them, one of whom is Endeavor. He's not paying attention to that loud thunk he heard on the roof.

Things are already looking a little sticky...

...and then this crazy bastard appears in the windshield and starts melting the glass. Not breaking it; it's too thick to break without a weapon. Just slowly melting it so the poor guy has enough time to contemplate and regret some key life choices.

(There's a very specific image in my head here and it's the drowned corpse scene from the anime Ghost Hunt if anyone's familiar with that one.)

Anyway, the getaway driver just panics and veers over the guardrail and down the mountainside as it goes in the film, which pretty much leaves Shimura to stop his bike and stare alongside Endeavor down at the path of destroyed vegetation in horror as the sound of screeching metal fades to silence.

Shimura: ....

Endeavor: .... *slowly turns to look at Shimura*

Shimura: *doesn't look up* Hey, don't look at me. You created that monster.

...

And recall that scene ends with Endeavor heading down the hill to investigate the crash and finds Hawks already there:

Touya: What's the situation with my leg? It feels like it's either been broken or impaled.

Hawks: Actually, it's both. That's an...impressive compound fracture.

Touya: All that and I only got a busted leg? *sits up* Oh, no wait, fuck, there's two of you and Endeavor's multiplying.

Endeavor: *fed up* ....scared me to death, you shit for brains. Where's the League?

Hawks: I think they managed to warp out at the last minute. Genius here is the only body I found breathing or otherwise.

Touya: *cackling* Shut the fuck up, Feathers!

...

Shimura: You have got to stop smiling like you regularly devour the souls of small children and their pets.

Touya: *adrenaline wearing off, pain finally setting in* I have no idea what you're talking about.

Rock Lock: *standing over both of them* Exactly what was your plan back there?

Touya: Obviously, I was thinking I could get control of the steering wheel. Not my fault the driver had the nerves of a dandelion. Also, I'm not the one who thought chasing down an armored vehicle with four-door sedans was a good idea, so why I am the only stupid one here? Now everyone be quiet, my head is splitting and I just suffered the indignity of being carried away from an accident by my father.

Endeavor: Carrying you was easier when you were four.

Touya: The last time you carried me is when I was four!

[robthegoodfellow]

whenever I see a post about corvid intelligence or crows befriending people I wanna write this scenario where Eddie accidentally earns the loyalty of Hawkins' crows. Like it starts with him tossing his leftover sandwich crusts at a few hanging around the trailer park, and then...

A squawking fracas woke him one morning, so obnoxious that he dragged himself outside to investigate—to chase away the mob of birds fighting over dibs at the dumpster, he assumed. Instead, he followed the noise to the rusted fence behind his uncle's place that'd been holding on by a corroded thread for years—until approximately ten minutes ago, when the racket started up. Beneath the fallen section of flaking chain links was a tangled lump of black feathers, beaked head poking through to bay at the air. Its comrades ducked and bobbed around it, pecking at the metal bars, but every tug only ensnared the trapped bird worse.

On reflection, rushing in with an oh, shit wasn't the best move—the crowd of hecklers launched to hover in the air, feinting at him in screeching chorus.

"I come in peace!" he cried, hunched under pleading hands. Kept one arm raised like he sported an invisible shield, one eye on the dive-bombers, and crouching low, groped at the snarl of metal on the ground.

One bomber dove for his face, veering to avoid a defensive swipe.

"I'm trying to help. Quit murdering me!"

The hecklers heckled. Tough crowd. Eddie grimaced, trying to get a grip that wouldn't also give him tetanus, and managed to lift the shorn links. Soon as it raised off the dirt, the squished feathers wriggled and twisted, yanking free with a rattle.

"See?" Eddie shouted, as the bolt of black shook itself and took to the air. "You're welcome. Now shut the fuck up!"

They didn't, but allowed him to escape back to his trailer unmolested.

He hadn't thought anything of it, until a few days later, when he found a small pile of shiny trash on his doorstep. Broken teeny-bopper bracelet, a crusty nickel, a bottle cap... and a guitar pick.

A squawk drew his attention to the pair of crows perched on the roof. Bending, Eddie grabbed the pick.

"This?" he said, waving it. "This is legal tender! Not the rest of this junk. Although..." He crouched to get a better look at the bracelet. "This does have its charms," he admitted.

The crows heckled. Eddie ignored them, fiddling to detach the dolphin, repurpose the clip to latch the plastic chain round his wrist. Liked the contrast—garish neons against his leather cuff, dark bands of brown and black.

"Fuck it, right?" He raised his fist, newly bedazzled, to salute the supplicants with some devil horns. "Rock and roll."

And from then on, he and the crows had an understanding. If they were making a racket within earshot, he'd go check if they needed help, and if they found something he might like, they'd leave an offering on the stoop. Highlights included a BIC lighter and a tattered twenty dollar bill. Once, he'd accidentally left his keys at the picnic table where he did business and barely had time to notice, patting his pockets with sinking realization, when they clattered to the pavement—just dropped from the sky.

"Ah, killer!" Relieved, he scooped them up, then put fist to palm and bowed his thanks to the crow alighting atop the van.

As a sign of respect, he'd started incorporating crows as part of his aesthetic: got some sick tattoos on his chest and forearm, had a growing collection of feathers he kept in a jar like a goth bouquet, added a couple silhouettes to perch inside the Os of the Corroded Coffin banner. Even designed a druid character with a crow familiar, which he kindly gifted to Gareth when his player got roasted beyond revival by a wyvern.

"You're like Snow White," Jeff joked, as Eddie pocketed a quarter, binning the rest of the stoop offerings. Jeff was crashing there for the weekend to escape divorce drama at home.

"Quid pro crow, man," said Eddie, shrugging. "Do them a solid and they'll get you back."

A pair of hecklers cawed from the roof. Ed flipped them the bird. They were his regulars, the ones he’d dubbed Statler and Waldorf.

Jeff paused, squinting at them, speculative. Then dug out a packet of half-eaten peanut butter crackers and tossed them up, one at a time. Cue the jubilant, cackling duet.

“Yeah, that’ll do it,” Eddie predicted, motioning him inside.

Didn’t know at the time how right he was—or how closely his crownies were following his movements around town, monitoring from on high. And not just his movements, but the people considered part of his “flock,” so to speak.

One day, Gareth and Jeff showed up for practice a little worse for wear, victims of the knuckle-draggers that populated the football team. Ripped shirt, bloody lip. The usual.

Unusual was the crowd gathered in the parking lot the next day, a baffled circle around the quarterback’s hot rod, which that morning gleamed red but at some point during school had been treated to a fresh coat of bird shit. White gooey splatters from hood to trunk.

It was a convertible. He’d left the top down.

And stuck to the windshield, like a calling card: a black feather.

Eddie was quick to corral the guys away, hushing all vengeful laughter until they were safely in the van, then they let loose. Jeff was wiping tears of mirth, wheezing: “You weren’t kidding, man.”

“Look,” Frankie cried, pointing out the windshield, and lo—Statler and Waldorf were perched on the wipers, joined by Damsel, so named because Ed was pretty sure it’d been the one he found in such distress, way back when.

As one, the band saluted their benefactors, and Eddie swore the birds puffed their chests, bobbing their heads in satisfaction.

From then on, it was swooping season for anyone who bothered him or the boys under the keen surveillance of those eyes in the skies.

But Eddie knew he’d gone beyond Disney princess status that summer. He was fooling around on the Warlock outside the trailer, unplugged, lounging in a lawn chair, humming under his breath—just some Ozzy, flying high again—when a sudden flapping weight dipped the neck of the guitar.

“You scratch this thing, I will murder you,” he warned, eying the pinchy talons gripping between the pegs. Damsel cocked its head, like oh, really? Eddie gently jerked the Warlock, a shooing motion, and the bird hopped with a huffy flutter onto his knee.

They stared each other down for a sec—a measuring stare. Almost daring. Some of the feathers around its neck stuck out all scruffy where the fence had bit into it, left a scar. Halting, hesitant, Eddie extended a finger, then his hand, nice and slow, intending to… give a scritch or something?

An inch away, the beak snapped at him, barely missed, and he jumped so hard the damn bird launched skyward, flapping to hover.

Behind them, he could hear the hecklers in hysterics.

“Bitch!” he shouted, clutching the Warlock close to calm his racing heart. “See if I ever save your scrawny necks again.”

Heedless, Damsel swooped to land on his knee—again. Like it knew full well he would. Save them. Again. If it came down to it.

“Calling my bluff,” he muttered, aggrieved. “Gonna make me eat crow?”

Statler and Waldorf voiced their displeasure.

“Fuck off! You love it.”

They did, was the thing. Eddie knew it. They’d thrown their lots in with him, and he with them. So in the end, he wasn’t so much a princess.

More an accessory to murder.

Also on AO3

[andypantsx3]

INCENDIARY | 8 | BAKUGOU KATSUKI x READER

SUMMARY: When you accidentally go viral in defense of quirkless people, an extremist group puts a target on your back. Pro hero Dynamight is the last person you want watching it. TAGS/WARNINGS: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, light hurt/comfort, themes of discrimination, canon typical violence, smut, aged up characters, fem pronouns + afab reader, 18+ mdni LENGTH: 3k, FIC MASTERLIST

For a few seconds, nothing made sense.

There was a rush of heat over your skin, skin-meltingly hot, and an arm around your waist. Then an explosion blew out all the sound around you. Your ears rang, and your hands scrabbled for purchase in Bakugou’s uniform as you were violently jerked backwards.

A rush of cooler air met your skin, and you realized you’d been pulled out of the car just as you watched it swerve and hit a light pole, the glass of the passenger windows shattering. You couldn’t hear the crunch of metal over the muffled ringing in your ears, but you could see the side of the car wrap around the pole, could imagine the metal squealing and screaming.

You were jerked out of the way again just as another rush of flame went flaring past you, so hot it felt like it had singed your skin, Bakugou’s arm curling around you as he aimed an explosion into the flames to blow you clear.

It was a testament to his strength and control that he was able to maneuver you with one arm, even as the two of you twisted midair, holding you tight against him as he caught his balance, bracing to steady you as you tripped wildly over yourself. He yanked you behind a parked car, blocking any clear shot at you, leveling a hand over the roof. Your hands still fisted in his uniform, you whipped around for the source of the flames—

Only to find him clearly, grinning wildly in the middle of the street, watching you over the top of the car.

Matsui looked just like the picture you’d been shown, all those months ago in the police station. He was plain, with dark eyes, thick dark brows and wisps of curly black hair. He might have been any other salaryman in the country, except for the naked hate that hung off his features as plainly as his clothes from his wiry shoulders.

Your heartbeat thudded against Bakugou’s chest, your nails digging crescents into the material of his uniform as a cold thrill of fear went down your spine.

And Matsui wasn’t alone. A jolt went through you as you noticed another figure beside him—a figure you’d last squared off against over the prickly grass of your campus lawn.

It was one of the QRAs. He seemed to be missing his other friends from that night, as the YouTube video you’d rewatched had made it clear you’d been yelling at three men the evening this had all started. And you were at least gratified to note he looked nervous, small and sweating, but the same hatred glowed clear across face.

It was funny, that all these months later, you had never actually learned his name. He was just some faceless jerk to you, a symptom of a cultural disease.

Bakugou’s voice in your ear, slightly muffled, notified you that your hearing was slowly returning to you. “—eyes on Matsui,” he was growling, and you realized he was speaking into an earpiece. “Some other fucking chump is with him, quirk unknown—”

But you knew it. You remembered from the comments of the video that had started this all: my guy out here with a pencil-sharpening quirk and he thinks he’s genetically superior.

“It’s—he can square the tip off of cylindrical objects,” you said, your voice slightly too loud in your own ears. “He was on my campus.”

A blonde eyebrow went up, but Bakugou quickly relayed the info, his eyes never leaving the pair in the middle of the street. “Get Monoma on the fucking cylinder idiot, I’ll get Matsui,” he finished. His mouth went hard as he seemed to listen to something back, grunting in return.

“Alright brat,” he said, turning to you. His tone seemed just a little bit clearer, the gravel in it pronounced. “Genius Office has a bunch of heroes on the way, not that we’re gonna need them for two fucking idiot civilians. Our backup is just a few streets that way,” he gestured in the direction of Matsui and the pencil sharpener guy. “I need you to get around them and make a run for them while I cover you. Can you do that for me?”

Your heart pounded in your throat, and your legs went weaker at the idea of moving out from behind the car. But Matsui had just torched one car—you were sure he’d be at it again in a minute.

You gathered yourself up, nodding. “Yeah. I can.”

At least Bakugou had been putting you through the paces this week so you had some level of exercise under your belt. You suddenly wished you’d had more, though. “I can run,” you said, to reassert yourself.

“Good girl,” Bakugou said, scarlet eyes flickering down to you momentarily. A little smirk touched his mouth, like he knew what he was doing.

You were embarrassed when a feeling like determination surged through you, your body responding to him even at a time like this. You let go of your death grip on his hero costume, testing your legs out under you. Somehow, the burn of your face was helping distract you from the weak, jelly-like consistency of your knees.

A spurt of flame made you jump, but it was just Matsui shaking out his hands, grinning at you over the roof of the car. He seemed to like that he’d scared you, and the guy with the pencil sharpening quirk laughed, pleasure twisting his thin mouth.

“Come on out, drunk girl,” Matsui finally crooned, his tone soft and medial. The sound of his voice made your skin crawl, and you suddenly wished for the deafening ring of Bakugou’s explosions again. “You think you’re my equal, don’t you? Weren’t you just on your way to tell the whole world that? Come on out and show me, little girl. Come out and show everyone how equal we are.”

The little pencil sharpener next to him looked smug, as though his quirk was any match up to Matsui’s either. You glowered at him, lip automatically curling.

“Just fucking run, brat,” Bakugou told you. “‘M gonna rip his intestines out right through his asshole, you’re not gonna wanna see it.”

A horrible little gurgling laugh escaped you. It was reassuring, Bakugou’s confidence. Fear still tingled down your spine but you thought if you started, you’d be able to keep running.

“Tell me when to go,” you breathed, testing your step again.

“Start running left as soon as I get out over this car,” Bakugou commanded. “He’s just some overpowered internet troll, he’s not combat trained. He’ll take the shot at me as soon as he sees me move and it’s gonna hit the right side of the car. It’ll block his visibility and you can get behind that bus stand before he’s done.”

You nodded. “And then?”

“As soon as he takes his next shot you keep going and don’t stop. I’ll handle him from there. Monoma’s in range and he’ll get the cylinder fuck as soon as I can get him clear of Matsui.”

You made a noise of acknowledgement, grateful you had Bakugou’s combat experience on your side. “Okay. Okay. I think I’m ready.”

Bakugou’s gloved fingers briefly touched yours and he nodded. Then he shook out his arms, bracing them behind him. “That’s my girl,” he said, sending a devastatingly feral smirk your way.

You had just a single moment for your heart to trip over itself, a flush breaking out across your skin. And then an explosion ripped apart the pavement behind him.

Immediately, a towering column of flame whirled past and you launched yourself out from behind the car just as you saw Matsui’s figure disappear behind it. The heat distorted the air in front of you, shimmering and waving as you threw yourself through it, tearing down the street as fast as you could.

A roaring explosion from Bakugou’s direction drowned out the slap of your feet, and you slid behind the ads papering the wall of the bus stop just as Matsui’s flames dissolved into the air. You heard another volley of explosions, crackling like fireworks, loud and obnoxious and clearly designed to draw attention.

The clatter of loose gravel pinged off of the bus stand, kicked up by the force of Bakugou’s power. Some of it skidded underneath, bouncing off your shoes in a riot of dusty pebbles and chunks.

You peered back out, trying to judge when to make your next move. You caught sight of Matsui aiming another shot after Bakugou, and your grip reflexively tightened on a piece of gravel, the rough, grainy edges cutting into your fingers. You watched as Bakugou dodged some sort of projectile thrown by the pencil sharpening asshole, too, and then maneuvered quickly as Matsui’s flames blazed to life in his hands.

As you watched, a sudden, overwhelming incredulity seized you. Matsui and the little pencil man were so dedicated to the idea of their own superiority that they were willing to risk life and limb against pro hero Dynamight. Their inflated fucking egos surpassed even quirk supremacy—like they thought they needed to feel truly supreme in all things, even against the firepower of one of the most dangerous pros of all time. Even as Bakugou clearly was just drawing attention and dodging until you were clear of the situation. He was so obviously just playing with them.

It was insane. It was stupid—they were so fucking stupid. They were so unbelievably full of themselves, and a white hot feeling choked you, all-encompassing in its intensity.

A certainty gripped you, like the memory of that night on campus when you’d first encountered the pencil sharpener QRA. It was so reductive, the idea of measuring yourself against someone based on arbitrary traits like strength or quirks. It was the ideology of a child, of an idiot, of someone so insecure in their own place in the world that they needed to dig people out of their own places so they could be insecure too.

But people were better than that. People could learn to be better than that, like Bakugou.

If anyone was lesser in this world, it wasn’t quirkless people. It was people who let themselves act lesser like this in their desire to be more, instead of confronting the reality of their own character.

And you had already proved you were not the type of girl who could keep taking things lying down.

Before you knew what you were doing, your grip was tightening on the piece of gravel. Your vision squared in on Matsui and the QRA, and your arm drew back, hefting the gravel in your hand. And then in a wild fit of emotion, you sent it arcing through the air, spiraling tightly, a messy but certainty-fueled throw.

It hit the pencil guy square in the back of the neck, knocking him into Matsui. Matsui stumbled, and the flames at his fingertips stuttered and guttered out.

Even from a distance, you could read the surprise on Bakugou’s face. An ugly, shocked laugh suddenly escaped him. Matsui quickly staggered back to his feet, wheeling on you.

But then an explosion swept across the street, blowing Matsui and the pencil guy right into the side of a building, your distraction the only opening Bakugou needed. They hit the stone with a dull thud, sliding down in a heap together, the pencil guy letting out a groan.

Bakugou and the hero you recognized as Monoma were there in an instant, strapping quirk suppressors right around their wrists, bearing them down to the ground. As soon as they had, a flood of other heroes and officers came washing out into the street, boots quickly scuffling in their direction.

You watched as officers cordoned off the street, ushering curious civilians back into their homes, and began to document the damage Matsui had caused. Several squad cars and an ambulance rolled into view, their lights sending flashes off of the surrounding windows, and Matsui and the pencil QRA were bundled away into them.

An officer came over to take a statement from you, and you fumbled your way through an explanation, mind still churning. You’d ended it. For all the talk about the superiority of their power, all it had taken was a wild throw from you to make both Matsui and the QRA stumble. All it had taken was the strength of your conviction to give Bakugou the opportunity to disable them for good.

Bakugou stalked over as soon as he’d given his own report, tearing off his gloves with his teeth and stowing them on his belt. His hair was a little windswept, and there was soot along the hinge of his jaw, but he was otherwise unharmed, not even a single burn through the fabric of his uniform. He glowed with the flush of a fight, of a job well done, and you thought he had never looked quite so handsome.

“Nice shot, princess,” he told you, flashing you a wicked white smile, sending a searing heat pooling in your stomach. “Thought I told you to run though.”

But he didn’t seem angry, because then his calloused fingers came up to take your chin, and he seized your mouth in a hard kiss.

You felt yourself flush all the way down to your toes, kissing him back eagerly. You were heady with your own success, with the way Bakugou had looked at you.

“We’re gonna be late for the interview,” you said when he finally let your mouth free.

Bakugou looked momentarily like he would rather bear you back off into the safehouse than let you go to the interview. And you did plan to thank him incredibly thoroughly for the save, once you’d made it back into some semblance of privacy together.

But you had things to say, still. Things to say now especially that you’d shut down a couple more internet trolls so handily. Now that you’d proven the ferocity of their ideology didn’t hold up in the real world—not when regular, everyday people like you had something to say about it.

“Always running that fucking mouth, brat,” Bakugou said, but his tone was nothing but appreciative. He set upon a nearby officer with alacrity, commandeering him and his car to shuttle you over to the studio, stuffing himself in after you resolutely.

He kept a hand on you the entire way, and stalked after you down the halls of the studio, sending the hordes of producers and production assistants into a frenzy. When they finally let you out of hair and makeup after scrubbing all the street grime off of you, he watched you carefully, those eyes hot on you as you settled into the chair opposite your interviewer, his mouth quirked up in a ferociously appreciative smirk.

The interviewer greeted you, and you answered her back, feeling safe and warm and secure under your boyfriend’s watch. And then the interview began, and she prompted you carefully, the same questions you’d been running over in your head for days.

“We’ve asked you here today for commentary on the cultural barriers that quirkless people like yourself face, and the National Diet’s efforts in passing a bill that would help tackle these issues,” she said, nodding at you warmly. “Is there anything you think is especially important for people to know about what it’s like to be quirkless in a society like ours?”

You took a breath in, and reviewed your answer determinedly. You’d bash quirk supremacy the way you had Matsui, like it was a neck and you were a bit of gravel, kicked up in all the fighting.

You leaned in and ran your mouth like you always did. This time, with nothing but firm resolution, assurance, and one admittedly hot, supportive boyfriend behind you.

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Cowboy Like Me | d.d.| 14

Don Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Canon violence. Fucking FLUFF

Author’s Note: Thanks for all the love. This is it! This isnt the end I lied Jk. Listen to Getaway Car if you’re inclined <3333

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The Way

There was no time to treat her wound, leaving it exposed to the elements as they tore through the capital city of Senex. The speeder bike was easily commandeered from someone at the party, allowing Din and his princess to escape as Han and Leia distracted Calisto and Gideon. Several party goers joined the fight as well, supporting their princess and her attempts to escape. But many evacuated, allowing for the two to sneak out with the crowd.

The Crest was not far off, allowing for them to get a headstart on their getaway. But Din knew better than to assume they were safe; they were far from it. Storm troopers were hot on their trail, though he had the advantage of the Crest being hidden away. They were together, however, and that’s all Din cared about as they skid to a stop outside the Crest. With the ship’s hatch opened and ready for them, he hopped off the bike and took her good hand, leading her into the ship. 

“We need to get off this planet,” Din announced, flipping switches in the cockpit of the ship.

“Really? I thought we’d get married in the fields,” she retorted, sliding into her own seat. 

He rolled his eyes under the helmet, handing Grogu to her once she was strapped into the seat. “We can’t go back to Sorgan; it’ll be the first place they look.”

“Or Nevarro –I’m certain your bounty hunter friend wouldn’t be thrilled with us.”

“We need to find the other Mandalorians,” he settled, starting the engines of the ship. 

Blaster fire suddenly rained down on the ship, and she ducked down over Grogu to protect him. Din looked over at her, frowning deeply as he pushed the ship to take off, but the damn thing was too old for it’s own good sometimes. The engines were too cool, and with Calisto and Gideon’s men trying to keep them down –Din had to take the offensive.

“You know how to fly?” He asked, standing from his seat.

She gave a half-hearted shrug. “Kind of. My father tried teaching me, but our ships were newer –,”

“Doesn’t matter,” he pointed out, motioning at each control and explaining the purpose of each one. She watched closely, moving out of her seat and into his. If their lives weren’t in danger, it would have been a hell of a sight. “When I say, you need to get us into the air.”

“What are you doing?” She demanded as he started climbing down the ladder. “Din, you cannot take on a squad by yourself.”

“Didn’t you tell Calisto I’d like my odds?”

“I was trying to scare her. Not encourage you.”

He waved her off, climbing down into the hull. Opening the armory, Din pulled out several grenades and attached them to his belt then took out his pulse rifle, looking it over for a moment. Then, he opened the hatch on the roof of the Crest, climbing up and keeping his feet hooked into the ladder. 

“Can you hear me?” He asked through the comms, into the cockpit.

“Uh, I can, yes,” she responded, though her voice sounded muffled through the speakers. “The engine is still heating up. Please be careful, Din.”

He didn’t respond, instead opting to lower himself against the metal of his ship and take aim. As the chaos of the troopers shooting raged around him, he tried to remain calm and focused. Din knew that his skills were the only thing standing between them getting out of Senex alive. As he fired shot after shot, he could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. This was what he was born to do - to fight, to protect, to survive. And he would not stop until everyone trying to hurt his clan was taken down.

“How’s that engine looking?” He asked as a trooper dropped onto the roof of the ship and swung a boot into Din’s face. He grabbed their ankle and dropped them though, shoving a knife into their leg and shoving them off the roof.

“Almost there,” she promised as the ship began to shake with preparation. “I’d hold onto something if I were you.”

Din couldn’t, given the situation at hand, but he appreciated the concern as he aimed at the speeder bike that was barreling towards him. One calculated shot later and the bike –and two others –were blown up and the Crest was taking off into the air. He thanked the Maker as he dropped back into the ship, shutting the hatch, and rushed back into the cockpit.

Grogu was sitting in her seat, hands in the air as she pushed the throttle forward and the ship took off over the capital city. Din hovered behind her, hand gripping the back of the seat as he pushed various buttons and prepared to exit the atmosphere. But other new ships were appearing around them; Imperial ships that he was certain belonged to Gideon. 

Din's heart sank as he realized how outnumbered they really were. While he knew a clean getaway was a long shot, he should have known better than to assume Gideon wouldn’t have brought an army of his own. He quickly assessed their situation, trying to come up with a plan of action.

"We’ve got company,” he said, his voice low and urgent in her ear. 

"I see them," she replied, her hands moving deftly over the controls as she tried to evade the incoming ships. 

Din activated the ship's weapons systems, ready to defend themselves if necessary. He knew that they were outnumbered, but he wasn't going down without a fight. As they flew through the sky, lasers from the Imperial ships streaked past them, narrowly missing their ship.

"We can’t fight them, Din,” she pointed out as he took control of the ship’s blasters. 

“We don’t need to fight them if we can distract them,” he offered as reassurance, turning the ships guns on the Imperial fleet that was catching up to them.

But the ship needed to gain more speed if they were going to jump into hyperspace, and he needed it to last long enough against Gideon and Calisto’s forces to do that. Din gritted his teeth as he fired the ship's weapons at the incoming Imperial fleet. He knew that their best chance of survival was to distract them long enough to make the jump to hyperspace. But he also knew that their weapons weren't strong enough to hold off the Imperial forces forever.

"We need to go faster," he said, his eyes scanning the control panel for any way to increase their speed. "Can you give me more power to the engines?"

“I don’t think so,” she admitted, looking over the panel herself with a deep frown. “Din, I-I don’t know if we’ll get out of here alive.”

“We will,” he promised, returning his attention to the fleet that was on top of them.

“Din, tell me the vows,” she insisted, her hand reaching out to grab his arm.

“No,” he snapped, looking down at her for a moment. “No, not like this.”

Din felt a surge of energy as the ship's engines roared to life, propelling them forward at an incredible speed –the engines were finally catching up to the urgency that engulfed the cockpit. While the Imperial ships were caught off guard by their sudden burst of speed, Din took the chance to pick off a few more of the fleet.

But the Imperial fleet was relentless, and their ships were quickly closing in on them. Din knew that they had to make the jump to hyperspace soon, or it would be too late.

“Tell me the vows,” she demanded again as a blast hit the side of the ship, too close to the engines for comfort. She yanked on the exposed part of his arm, drawing his attention to her. Her eyes were watery with unshed tears. “Marry me, Din Djarin.”

The dawning realization that they might actually not make it hit him hard, and he couldn’t argue. “Repeat after me, okay?” Din remained focused on firing the weapons as he spoke. “Mhi solus tome, we are one when together”

“Mhi solus tome,” she repeated, eyes locked on the ships that she was maneuvering around. “We are one when together.”

“Mhi solus dar'tome,” he continued, bracing against the controls as another round of shots hit the ship. “We are one when parted.”

“Mhi solus dar'tome,” she closed her eyes for a moment as Grogu cried out, as if he knew something was going wrong; that they were on more danger than ever before. “We are one when parted.”

“Mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” Din concluded, looking down at her finally as one of the engines stuttered. “We will share all, we will raise warriors."

“Mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” she finished, looking up at him now as well. “We will share all, we will raise warriors.”

Din couldn’t pinpoint why it felt right to marry her right there, in the middle of battle, but it did. Perhaps it was the adrenaline pumping through his veins, or the realization that life was precious and fleeting. Maybe it was the way she stood by his side, fearless and determined. Whatever the reason, Din knew he couldn't let her go.

“Kiss me, Din.”

His heart almost broke, realizing now that they were married –and very well could be dying at any second. But he nodded, finally abandoning his post at the weapons control. His hands here on his helmet, hesitant for just a moment, before he lifted it and set it down. Decades of wearing the helmet, not showing a single living thing what he looked like –all abandoned now as he faced his wife for the first time. 

She stared up at him with wide eyes, the tears finally falling as she reached up to touch his cheek. Her touch was warm against his face, where her fingers stroked the scars that had settled there. Blood still caked her nails, but her wound was wrapped and he had to look away. He could see the worry in her eyes, but he also saw the trust and love that she held for him. He leaned in slowly, savoring the moment, before finally pressing his lips against hers. It was a gentle kiss, but it held a depth of emotion that words could not express. For a moment, the fight around them faded away, and all that existed was the two of them, locked in a tender embrace.

But the ship still rocked from gunfire, reminding them that the end felt too close. They pulled away from one another just barely, foreheads resting against one another. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling as her eyes traced over his face, taking in everything she could. He had never felt so exposed, yet so liberated. It was as if he had shed a heavy burden that he had been carrying for so long. He reached up and cupped her cheek, staring deeply into her eyes. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to express, but the words eluded him. Instead, he simply leaned in and kissed her again, pouring all of his emotions into the tender touch of his lips.

“Falcon to Crest, do you copy?”

Both of them looked to the comms, then at each other before finally pulling away. His helmet slipped back on, ensuring it was only her who would ever see him.

“This is Crest,” Din announced, leaning against the control panel.

“It’s Han,” the pilot explained, and gunfire could be heard in the background. “Leia and I are holding them off –got a handful of Senex fighters on your side out here.”

He looked to her, then back out the window of the Razor Crest. “You hold them off and we can get out of here.”

“That hunk of junk can hit hyperspace?” Han ribbed, and Din knew the man was smirking. “Gotta love classics.”

“Gideon got away,” Leia pointed out, voice gravelly through the comms. “So did Calisto. But if you get to the Outer Rim again, you should be safe for a while.”

“If you’re gonna jump, now is the time,” Han warned as Din moved her from the pilot’s seat and took over again. “Good luck with whatever the hell it is you two are up to.”

She laughed and Din glanced at her, smiling beneath his helmet. With his hands on the controls, Din hit the switch and pushed the throttle forward –the jump to hyperspace knocking them both back into their seats. As the stars streaked by in their blur, Din felt a sense of relief wash over him. The battle was over, at least for now. They had emerged victorious, and for the first time in what felt like ages, he allowed himself to relax.

Beside him, his wife let out a contented sigh, her hand reaching out to take his. He laced his fingers through hers, relishing the warmth and comfort of her touch.

“I can’t believe we did it,” she whispered, taking a deep breath as she looked up at him.

Din turned to her, his heart full. “It’s not over yet,” he reminded her gently, taking his hand back for just a moment. She watched in curiosity as he lifted his helmet, revealing himself once more to her. “But whatever is out there –we’ll handle it.”

She stared at him again, slowly standing from her seat. Her hands –covered in dried blood and streaks of sweat –reached for his face. For a long time, she simply stood above him, eyes and fingers tracing over his features. One hand held his jaw as the other ran over the bridge of his nose, up to his brow and over his eyes. Her thumb skated over his cheek, against the stubble that had grown over the last several weeks.

“You have brown eyes,” she whispered, both hands now resting on his jaw to hold his gaze. “You have brown eyes and you are so beautiful.”

He’d never been called beautiful before, and the compliment made his heart ache as he reached up to hold onto her wrists. Her touch was warm and gentle, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

For a moment, they just looked at each other, lost in the intensity of their emotions. It was as if they were the only two people in the galaxy and nothing else mattered except the connection they shared.

Finally, Din broke the silence. "I love you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled at him, a soft and genuine expression. "I love you too," she promised, her voice barely more than a breath. “I get to look at you for the rest of my life.”

Din felt his heart swell with love for her. He knew that he had found something special, something worth fighting for. And no matter what the future held, he was determined to keep her by his side. As they soared through the galaxy, her touch on his skin, Din felt a sense of hope for the first time in a long time.

Grogu cooed suddenly, drawing their attention to him. He held his arms up and she laughed again, lifting him into her arms. Din took off his gloves, tossing them to the side, so he could run his thumb over their child’s face.

The future was uncertain; there were still threats out there. People hunting them down. But with his princess and their child with him —he knew this would be The Way.

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HEYYYYYYYYYYYYY HOPE YOUR DOING WELLLLLLLLLLL 😋

ANYWAYYYYYYYY THE BAKUGO WITH SISTER READER ABSOLUTELY CAUGHT MY ATTENTION!!!

CAN I REQUEST A REQUEST OF ALL REQUESTS THAT Y/N GETS HERSELF IN LOTS OF SHIT- LIKE MAYBE SHES GOING THROUGH A LIFE THREATENING SITUATION, AND LIKE- I JUST WANT BAKUGO’S REACTION TO THE NEWS AND HOW’D HE REACT WHEN SHE COMES BACK ALL BLOODY AND BRUISED 😆 THXXXXXX MAKE TO TO DRINK FOOD AND EAT WATER!!!

OFC!!!

You take in the sight before you, the city was a ruin. Hardly any signs of life or civilisation left anymore. With so many villains out on the run now, Japan is a mess. Heroes have died during the Paranormal Liberation War. Its been a while since then, Midoriya left UA. UA sends training heros out with pro heros on patrol throughout the city to catch any villains out causing any more damage than what's already been done.

Thats what you're doing right now. Jumping down from a roof, you walk through the ruins, looking out for any remaining survivors or danger. It has been a hell of a journey to get where you are now, not that it's one you can say you're proud of considering exactly where you are right now. However, if you were to count the positives, you got a lot more battle experience than any previous hero-in-training in history and thats made you and your brother one scary duo.

Too bad the two of you still prefer to work solo, if given the choice. As students, the two of you have grown a lot, admittedly, there still is a lot of space left for growth but considering what you were before you entered UA, you've come far. You used to be a bitch. A real snarky bitch and to be fair you might still be considered a bitch. Just far more understanding and wary of others around you now. Your brother has gone through similar changes. Still hot-tempered but he takes others into consideration before his actions.

As for your bond as brother and sister, it's still a working progress. You would describe your relationship with your brother as a classmate rather than a sibling. The arguments are still there, the constant competition is also still there. Yet you can tell there is much more peace between you both than before, its just still not as visible.

"Look at what we got here." A deep rough voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you look at the person who spoke. No. Not person. A villain.

He was a tall man, with worn out clothes. His hair tied back into a bun with strands falling out. Though what was most noticeable about the villain was the large scar running down from his forehead to his chest where the top few buttons of his shirt were lost.

You immediately brace yourself in a fighting stance, your gaze hardens as you sneer at him.

The man laughs at you. "I can't believe they've got kids to come do their dirty work. Whats a little bitch like you gonna do? Huh?" He taunts you.

You should be careful, you don't know his quirk yet.

He steps forward, lifting a fist up. His body grows as ,what you can only assume, metal spikes appear out of his skin. He starts running towards you, aiming to hit you with a fist. You easily propel yourself upwards int o the air by blasting the ground below yourself. He makes a tisk sound while catching himself from stumbling. You then send a blast towards him.

However, he blocks it with the hard metal coming out from his body.

"Well aren't you annoying?" You mumble.

You continue to fight him. You're blasts would break his spikes but he would regenerate them just as quickly. You kept focusing on your explosions, trying to put as much force in them as you can, but not enough to kill him and trying to dodge his constant attacks was putting your stamina to test after 25 minutes.

You caught yourself slipping up, taking hits from the villain. You breath out your fury, trying to calm yourself down so you can concentrate again. You spit out the blood in your mouth before sending the most powerful blast yet at him.

It knocks him down, sending him crashing into a the remaining ruin of a building. You wait a few seconds, to see if he would stand back up. After he still laid down you slowly began to walk towards him.

After confirming that he was knocked out, you let out a sigh, frown still on your face.

'Katsuki would have been able to have knock him down quicker', you tell yourself. 'I should have done better'.

You hear someone call out your name and you turn to see its the pro hero you were grouped under. She visibly winces when she sees you.

"Damn girl, how many hits did you take?" She asks, pulling out a pocket radio and then speaking into it. "Bakugo down, sending her back to UA."

Your eyes widen. "What? I'm not down!" You argue. No. You want to stay. You need to stay.

The pro hero puts her radio back into her pocket. She shook her head before taking your arm. "You're in no condition to fight more today." Behind you the other hero students are picking up the villain to take him away.

"Yes I am!" You fight back, pulling your arm away from her.

She looks at you sternly. "A hero knows when to fall back. If you fight another villain in this condition you'll do more harm than good."

Was the damage that bad? You look down at yourself, blood was seeping through your hero suit, it was torn at places, places where spikes had gone through your body. You then look at the ground around you, you left a trail of blood wherever you went.

"Come on." The pro hero spoke softer now, gently tugging you along with her.

As soon as you stepped into the infirmary, you had ignored the looks you got from other students. You had avoided walking through the crowd of the public who were taking refuge in UA, to avoid them seeing the one who is supposed to be saving them all beat up.

You sat on a bed, a nurse coming up to you to attend to your wounds. Its now that you stopped fighting, stopped thinking that the pain finally hit you.

And it hit you hard.

You felt as if you were dying, the nurse laid you down, she began saying something. What was she saying? You can tell that she was speaking but you couldn't hear her. A white noise took over your ears as you looked around. It looks like the nurse was shouting.

You see other people running around the room, but you then notice someone else running. Running towards you.

You're eyes close before you could look up and see who it was.

You wake up, groaning at your eyes adjusting to the light. You take in the environment around you. You're still at the infirmary, the pain no longer there. Looking over your body, someone, a nurse probably, had changed you into looser clothing, your wounds fully healed with only scars on your body in their spot.

"You're up."

You look over at your side and see Katsuki walking over to you from where he sat on the chair. His hair visibly more messy than usual, dressed in UA uniform without his tie. But his eyes, it was his eyes that made you concerned.

His twin red eyes had irritated pink skin under them, as if he had been..

"You're a fucking idiot you know that." He wants to shout, but he can't seem to raise his voice.

You sit up let your legs over the side of the bed, looking up at him.

"As if you're the one to talk." At your remark his face softens. Which is weird because usually when you talk back, matching his rude comments, he would fume and come back at you.

“You came back as a bloody mess.” He said, still glaring at you but his voice softer.

“I’m fine.” You say.

“Don’t look it to me.” He scoffs.

You roll your eyes. “Wow. Thanks for your concern kats.”

He would usually sneer and tell you off for using that nickname he finds annoying but he didn’t. Which just added to more of the uneasy feeling you were getting from him.

You stand up and he immediately pulls you in, hugging you.

"Thank god you're alive." He whispers, you feel his arms tighten around you.

You haven't hugged your brother in... well you don't know how long and you don't bother remembering as you hug him back.

“Of course I’d be alive, idiot.” You mumble back. He didn’t say much else as a reply though, he just kept hugging you and you could have sworn you heard sniffles from him. However, you didn’t feel like calling him out on it so you just let him hug you for a while longer.

Honestly, you’re just glad that you and your brother are healing, even if you had to get physically hurt for it, even if there is a chance you may not heal much before you get hurt again from this war.

You’ll take what you can get, and you’ll hold onto it for as long as you can.

[theboardwalkbody]

This is a snippet of the Twister imagine (also the Reader-ish OFC / Dusty thing). It is very much written quickly and a literal play-by-play of how it was unfolding in my head in real-time. So not really structured as properly as a regular fic. Part of me WANTS to flesh it out properly for a fic but I also feel that if I try to it might just never happen where if I release it this way at least SOMETHING will get put out.

Anyway, this is how I introed it in my drafts:

I am in the mood for a fluffy, summery imagine so here's something (note - it's actually just me writing out the daydream I was having earlier) (note 2 - there is absolutely hints of 'reader' and dusty crushing on each other) (And here's another note - I ended up putting a read more cut due to length, I didn't realize this would be so long also it gets VERY Dusty/FReader under the cut all hints out the window really lol You know the 'only one bed' trope? yeah it's that, except there's only one shower oops - but there's nothing explicit sorry friends):

If you're interested I'd love feedback on if you'd prefer it to be released in ANY format (as in this style being ok or actual fleshed out story) OR if you're only really interested in a fully fleshed out / polished format. Again, I'll be honest, this might be the only thing I have motivation for (and it is still taking me some time) so IDK how a more "polished" thing would go BUT I am still interested in feedback. Or if you like where it's going or whatever. I'm considering switching from F!Reader to OFC if its more polished but that's not set in stone either. All of this is a lot of scenery so far. lol

INTRO TO FIC/IMAGINE/SOMETHING BELOW:

You're in the pool, at first sitting on the bench between Haynes and Laurence; she's reading a trashy gossip magazine (she would otherwise be on her phone doing the same thing but she's not one to bring valuable electronics around the pool even if they're water resistant), and he's got a book and nearby a waterproofed go-pro. Eventually you do decide to journey off the bench and begin simply walking a circle in the shallow-end. After about twenty minutes of what is basically your attempt at water-based exercise just for the heck of it you start feeling even warmer than when you'd first gotten in so you decide to actually submerge yourself up to your neck and explore the deep end; swimming back and forth between there and the shallow end. Every so often you sing softly along with the music but not loud enough for anyone to really hear.

Off the shallow-end on the deck Jo is getting in some sun on one of the lounge chairs. She's wearing brown-tinted sunglasses that, thanks to how dark they are, anyone could easily assume she was asleep but knowing Jo she's keenly aware of what everyone's doing. On the lounge chair next to her is Melissa (because I like to imagine they could all be adults and remain friends despite all the events they been through). Melissa, like you, is wearing oversized sunglasses. She has accented her swimsuit with a large sunhat. She has a novel in hand and her work cell on the table between her and Jo's chairs next to the pitcher of iced tea that is dripping with condensation. Melissa's glass is nearly empty where Jo's sits half full next to her almost empty bottle of Twisted Tea.

Over at the gazebo Bill, Joey, and Preacher sit, each with their own bottles of beer in hand. They're having a conversation but between the music and their distance from you, the sounds of the water as you swim through it, and the shouts from the rest of the gang the only bits of their discussions you can hear are their intermittent bursts of laughter. Scattered around the tables under the metal roof were bottles and cans of different beers and sodas belonging to the men otherwise unaccounted for by the pool and in the gazebo.

On the opposite side of the pool, the farther side of the yard, the open grassy area is being utilized by the rest of the group. The volleyball net had been taken down and gently placed along the fence to make room for a game of touch football. Dusty and Beltzer VS Rabbit and Sanders. This group was particularly raucous. Laughter, shouts of playful jabs, whoops of celebration, expletive exclamations of defeat and disagreement over calls. Occasionally one of them would call over to the gazebo group demanding a referee call - often answered by Joey who was paying slightly more attention to the amateur football game than his conversation buddies but occasionally answered by Bill if the debate was getting too heated.

At some point in your playlist the new Luke Combs song, Ain't No Love in Oklahoma, comes on which gets some of the group singing along, none more so than Dusty and Beltzer, however. The sound of them shouting along the words almost drowned out the actual audio from the speakers. It made you, Haynes, and Jo crack subtle little smiles. Jo because she enjoyed seeing her group having a good time, Hayne's because she enjoyed seeing Beltzer have a good time and found his singing enjoyable, and you because you enjoyed seeing Dusty having a good time and always thought it was cute when he would get so into things and just be fully and unapologetically himself; loud, fun, goofy, sweet - all of it.

[honeybunsart]

How Buck Dies

Tw: Death (obvs), Suicide, Underage Smoking / drinking, murder, weed, sappy love story, ghosts

the “she” is Caroline and Wesley is his bestfriend for some context

Buck was created with the soul purpose to die. His life was to carry this story forward. To end the story he needed to die.

hey y’all sorry this is lowkey dark but idk i want to share this masterpiece.

credits to me

Buck was done. Everyone he loved, well not *loved*. Kind of loved. He thought a second and a face came to his mind, really probably loved. He thought of his name. Loved. He loved them. God he loved them. They were gone. 

He’s sitting there, where not too long ago he was with them, getting drunk, high, having the time of his life. Now he wanted it all to end. No one knew what happened. A fucked up accident. He looked at his hands. He could swear they were red with blood. He washed himself enought time, his skin had been raw. He was clean. He didn’t do it. *It was an accident*

That’s when he finally looked up. There he was. His best friend. He was standing there. “Wesley?” His voice was shaky. Where was his confidence? His confidence was dead. Buried in that coffin the day they put Wesley under. 

“God DB, you changed.” 

No he didn’t. No. No he was the same DB he has always been. That voice wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been.

“No.. no you’re dead..”

He turned to leave. He needed air. He needed to breathe. There she was. God. Did she always look like that? Was he missing something? 

“Buck..” 

Her voice made his skin crawl. He knew she was dead but death never looked this good. He wanted to hold her hands and smoke enough so whatever he said to her was just nonsense. He meant every word. 

“Caroline I’m sorry..”

“You know what you have to do.” 

The gun was never in his pocket. Had it been? It had been there the whole time. He held it up. Yeah. That’s a gun. Wow.

He thought about it. There weren’t any pros anymore. Everything was a con. And he had read that data and was done.

The cold metal against the roof of his mouth felt weird. And then, like some knee-jerk reaction, as if his finger possessed him. Like he’d done it a thousand times before. He couldn’t feel a thing.

But he could now, hold her hand

[unpopularvivian]

Incorrect Ttte Quotes 470:

*Bright snow flutters in the air as little icicles decorate the roofs of houses. Engines with snowplows push through the the snowy tracks as wintertime rolls in. Even though it's November but whatever, it's better than global warming*

*Thomas had his favorite energy drink placed on top of a counter while Gordon had his metal thermos placed behind it. Suddenly, Gordon runs to the door while looking extremely panicked. He accidentally slept in and was going to be late for the Express!*

Pluto: And I-Oh, is that Gordon?

Gordon, running through the living room and proceeds to grab the energy drink: Bother! Bother! I'm going to be embarrassingly late!!!!

Pluto: Oh hi Gordon! How's your day-

Gordon: NO MORE CHIT-CHAT YOUNG LAD I HAVE VERY IMPORTANT MATTERS TO DEAL WITH!!!!! I'LL PROCEED TO TALK TO YOU LATER!!!!

*Not even one minute and Gordon was already gone*

Pluto: Wow, what a fast engine.

Thomas, reaching his arm to grab Gordon's thermos: I mean, that's just typical Gordon. Come on Plouton, we got some exploring to do all around the island! Didn't you want to check out Sodor during the chilly months?

Pluto: Oh yeah! I'm coming!

*On the trail to Ffarquhar Quarry, Pluto and Thomas were having a fun conversation about winter and the pros and cons of it*

Pluto: Christmas' definitely a big pro! I mean, we got Christmas trees, presents, caroling and-Oh! I almost forgot: Santa!

Thomas: Well, after that, it's just a long slug to Spring. Isn't it?

Pluto: Yeah! I wish there was more things that happened in winter than just Christmas.

Thomas: Anyways Pluto, can you give me my energy drink?

Pluto, holding the thermos: Sure! Here you go!

*Thomas then transformed into his human form as he screwed the lid off and immediately drank the black coffee that was in the thermos. He quickly spit the whole thing out as the tank engine started gagging*

Thomas: PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT-WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?????

*Thomas then takes one good look to examine what he's holding in his hand: Gordon's thermos*

Thomas: Oh no...... OH NO.

Pluto: Wait, does that mean?

Thomas and Pluto: .....WE'RE SCREWED-

*Meanwhile, Gordon was waiting in Brendam Station when he decided to take a sip of Thomas' energy drink that he unknowingly grabbed earlier*

Gordon: .....Wait, I don't remember my coffee tasting this sugary-

*Out of nowhere, Emily excitedly raced on the opposite track with stars in her eyes as she ecstatically told Gordon about a play that was coming up in next week*

Emily: Dad, dad!!!! Guess what??? Allicia Botti is going to star in a reimagined Nutcracker performance!!!! You're going to love it-

Emily: .....Uhhhh, dad. What happened to you?

Gordon:

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Fresafieldscenic

[PT: Fresafieldscenic]

A gender that feels or looks like the scene of a strawberry field on a bright spring day, being overlooked by a small cottage up on a hill, covered in overgrown plants, as well as a scent of strawberries and coffee.

Trespasscenic

[PT: Trespasscenic]

A gender related to “No Trespassing” signs, (typically illegal) urban exploring, abandoned places, the night, fog and misty days, cold weather, bugs common in abandoned places (such as spiders, cockroaches, flies, mosquitoes, etc), cobwebs and spiderwebs, overgrow, and/or places being reclaimed by nature.

Metalrainsoundic

[PT: Metalrainsoundic]

A gender related to the sound of rain hitting against a metal roof (or metal of any kind)

Cavedripsoundic

[PT: Cavedripsoundic]

A gender related to the sound of water dripping in a cave.

{ Photo ID help?: @liom-archive @radiomogai @mogaidescribed }

DNI: bigots, radinclus, radexclus, pro-endo, if you’re going to try and argue with me on any of these points, if you demonise mental illness, pro-transid (eg; transabled, transage, transrace, etc), proshippers/anti-anti, MAPS/NOMAPS/necro/zoo

[luckyluan]

CHAPTER 8.2: THE CHASE

“Well, un-hepta the lock, Max, and please hurry. We got two Slender skating on our four o’clock.” Antwan quipped. 

He took his husband’s instructions and jammed Bernard’s fingers against the lock four more times and the corresponding lids popped open. The sixth time, however, the keypad light did not change. 

“Try a combination!” Antwan growled. 

Maxim pressed Bernard’s middle and ring finger to the keypad, and it lit to a golden hue. He tapped the ring finger against the seventh lock and the touch, again, lay dormant. Maxim groaned. He fumbled to Bernard’s pinky and the final slid shot open. Maxim wasted no time. He sank his arm—to the elbow—into the depths of the case and his fingers connected with a weighty package. He pulled it out and turned under the noon day sun. The purple package was the size of a small tablet and violet paisley patterns shimmered across the matte violet exterior. Maxim tore it open, and the paisley patterns scattered like disturbed ants. 

He tipped the envelope into his hand and a cold sliver of metal made his palm heavy, but he saw nothing. Maxim pressed his fingers to its invisible sides and a series of grooves revealed themselves under his roving fingertips. He flipped it over and the metal card let loose a rainbow of colors. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through its tiny gashes and the invisible card cast a single word onto the tattered tan upholstery in the backseat. 

“Armistead.” recited Maxim. 

“There was a metallic thud and something heavy dropped onto the top of their ride. A deep crater formed in the roof and Antwan aimed his gun at the ceiling. The second Slender landed on the hood of their vehicle and Antwan let a copper bullet fly. 

“Drive!” Maxim ordered. 

Antwan wrenched the key over, and they thundered into traffic. Their gnarly hood ornament bared her silver fangs and Antwan mashed on the gas. Glass flew into the cab as her head created a jagged hole in the front window. 

The Bronco swerved down the two-lane street in a flurry of screeches and sparks. The slimy creature, lodged in the windshield, thrashed around violently. She hissed and Antwan pelted her temple with the butt of his gun. 

“Watch the road!” Maxim scolded. 

“Then shoot the bitch!” Antwan fussed. 

Maxim’s hands were mashed against the sinistre’s chin, and he pushed its head up toward the rearview mirror. Antwan’s thundering punches sent the slender’s eyes rolling into the back of its head; and he steered the car over the jagged Louisiana street like a pro. 

“Yup, we’re home.”  

Antwan spat his words through gritted teeth as the car dipped into a pothole. The car unleashed a giant shudder and Maxim’s stomach turned when a wicked shard from the windshield buried itself in the slender’s scaly neck. Its body went limp. 

“One down!” Antwan shouted. 

[e-carlease]

In terms of the car shown, the Volkswagen ID.4 ESTATE 150kW Style Ed Pro Perform 77kWh 5dr Auto [125kW Ch] (Pure Electric Vehicle), this is based on the following configuration:

Glacier White Metallic Paint

Art velours microfleece cloth - Soul black/Platinum grey with Platinum grey/Soul black interior inserts

Black roof

19" Hamar black diamond turned alloy wheels

But how does the ID4 2023 model perform? The RWD SUV option will have a 77 kWh usable battery which will offer 0 – 62 times of 8.5 seconds, 99 mph top speeds and 150 kW (or 201 hp). Expect a combined winter range of 215 miles with warmer weather allowing for 290 miles. On charging, the 11 kW AC max will allow 8 hours and 15 min 0 – 100% charging times with the 143 kW DC maximum allowing 27 minute 10 – 80% times. A cargo volume of 543L is available with this car. It has a vehicle fuel equivalent of 134 mpg. This option can tow 750kg (unbraked) and 1000kg (braked).