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chrisevansredbelt · 2 years

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Small World: Four

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: mmm reader gets hurt. reader is sad. swearing, bb gun mention.

summary: the departure.

a/n: ahhhhh i’m sorry this took so long!! hope u enjoy!!

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“Shit!” Sam curses, making a bee line for the door, snatching the keys out of your hand in the process.

You don’t know what happened to you.

You were frozen. The sounds were all too familiar.

The cocking of guns, the shouting. Then it was the sight of black cars, the black gear they had all strapped to their body. Then it was the fear in your heart that really topped it all off. All too familiar feelings that resurfaced.

“C’mon.” Steve tugs on your arm after collecting his own bag and ushering you out the door, right behind Wanda and Natasha.

Just as Steve goes to pull you forward in front of him, you feel an instant sting in the side of your bicep, followed by immediate pressure and strange warmth.

“Fuck-“ You stumble back into Steve’s hard, rock chest, holding your bicep tight.

You both stop in your tracks, staring down at your arm that shows a small red hole. You gasp softly, even though your eyes blur a little bit from the pain, you catch a glimpse of the large pellet inserted into the skin of your arm.

Though Steve’s blood boils, he has to push his feelings aside for a moment and also realise that they are in fact armed, and though it may just be pellet guns, they’re very clearly not that opposed to hurting any of them in order to capture them.

Steve ushers you in the backseat of the car and Sam is instantly taking off, skidding large tire marks into your poor grass, and hardly allowing Steve to shut the door as he speeds off through the hills.

The car is filled with heavy breathing, everyone trying to catch their breaths and the adrenaline still coursing through them. Steve takes a shorter moment to collect himself, before he is turning to you and examining your arm.

You wince, shutting your eyes and throw your head back against the headrest, whining softly as the pain starts to kick in.

Natasha scurried through her bag in the front seat while Sam continues to drive further and further away from the house.

“Here.” Natasha turns in her seat, holding out a shirt sleeve that she had ripped from one of her white shirts, simultaneously berating herself for not grabbing her first aid kit.

Steve swallows thickly, before taking it gratefully, “Thanks, Nat.”

They both know that Steve is going to have to remove the pellet at some point, but he won’t do it with his fingers. No, they’ll need to stop in some town, if they can, and buy some sterile tools. So, in the meantime, Steve carefully wraps your arm up in the soft fabric of Natasha’s sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” Steve apologises as you squeeze his arm, clenching down on your own teeth. Though Steve was apologising for hurting you in that moment, he couldn’t help but feel he was also apologising for much more. For putting you in danger, for putting a target on your back, for having to flee your house, for making you leave everything you own. For being another burden to your life.

Steve pulls you close as you still reel in the pain, resting against his chest as you catch your own, very much need breath.

“Take this road.” Natasha suddenly points, and Sam makes a sharp turn, turning into a hidden road with thick trees.

“Is everyone else okay?” Steve asks once he’s caught his breath. Of course, no one was truly okay, but he just wanted to make sure that no one else had gotten shot.

After a few more minutes of speeding through small roads and thick trees, Sam comes to a slower drive before parking. From here, you can see the main road very clearly, but you’re far enough away so that you blend into the trees and look like just another abandoned car.

No one gets out. Or speaks to be honest. You’ve all caught your breaths by now and everyone is probably too engrossed in processing everything that just happened to talk much.

You rest against Steve’s shoulder still, hands entwined together and he hasn’t stopped caressing the back of your hand ever since. You can tell he’s nervous- or at least… feeling some kind of negative emotion from the way he sighs every now and then. You try and offer him small, reassuring smiles and you’re sure they work for a few seconds- until he looks back out the window and goes back to clenching his jaw.

Wanda seems fine. She too looks out the window, but she doesn’t entirely seem bothered by the whole thing. She’s basking in the peace and serenity.

“There.” Sam suddenly points, after hunching over your steering wheel and staring dead into the main road for what could’ve been 20 minutes. You all follow his gaze, hard to do so through the thick trees and branches in the way but you can see two big, black cars speeding off into the distance- in the direction away from your house and probably back to where they came from. You all collectively sigh, a weight lifted off your shoulders, “We’re clear.”

And so, after waiting another few minutes to be sure that they’re really gone, Sam is exiting the small forest and heading back to the main road.

In the passenger seat, Natasha pulls out her burner phone, pressing a myriad of small buttons and sighing frustratedly.

“I still can’t get a signal.” She huffs, flipping the phone shut and resting back in her seat with crossed arms.

“Let’s find a station at the next state over, we’ll get a signal there and maybe we can get picked up in a few hours.” Steve says, “And we’ll find some medical supplies there too.”

And so you did exactly that. Well on your way to the next state over, you had been slipping in and out of sleep for a whole two hours. Steve freaked out first, thinking you were beginning to pass out into unconsciousness. So, when he abruptly shook you awake, you couldn’t even find it in you to be mad that he disturbed your sleep because you just adored how worried he got.

But even when you’re shaken awake again, you still aren’t mad as you perk up and look out the window. It’s night time now, and you’re in an unrecognisable town. Confusion sets over you momentarily as you remember every little thing that has just happened and you rub your eyes tiredly. But, in doing so, you wince sharply at the pain that courses through you.

Ah, yes, your arm. Your arm that was shot with some kind of high-force BB gun.

“You okay?” Steve asks, holding your arm carefully.

You nod, looking up at him before out the window again, “Where are we?”

“Somewhere with a lot of hills and farmland.” He answers, forgetting the name Sam had told him. You both look around, and your eyes widen slightly at the flock of large trucks currently nestled around the gas station, “And trucks.”

Steve helps you out of the car, your head a little heavy and your legs dead asleep. But once you smell fresh, hot burgers and fries emitting from the small diner connected to the gas station, you don’t care much for your disorientation.

You spot Natasha by the diner, on her burner phone, apparently having reach a signal. You’re unsure who exactly she’s talking to, but you hope whoever it is, they can help you. A warm bed to sleep in would be nice.

Sam and Wanda can be seen inside the diner as well, finding a table to sit at while they wait for the rest of you. But before you can join them, Steve is tugging you into the gas station.

“Gotta fix you up first,” He explains, sensing your confusion and resistance.

Your stomach grumbles as you follow Steve into the dimly lit gas station. He got all the supplies you needed and a few extra for the road, before he was bringing you into the gas station bathroom.

It sounds gross! But it was actually a lot cleaner than both of you expected. Steve offered you an apologetic glance as he asked the clerk for the key, and you both hummed in intrigue when it was… spotless.

You were still cautious though, using a piece of tissue to wipe down each surface before you sat down on it. Steve had you up on the small space of the counter that was provided before setting up an even smaller sanitary station where he gathered his tools.

You felt a little nervous, always hating your trips to the doctors and to Dr. Cho’s lab whenever you needed fixing up. But being in the hands of Steve made it a little better.

He had bought a pair of cosmetic tweezers, antiseptic, and a heap of bandages- plus some candy to hopefully mediate the pain.

“I’ll try and be quick,” He says, washing his hands, “You can squeeze me, punch me, pinch me as hard as you want.”

You huff a smile, shaking your head. You would do no such thing. Okay, maybe you’ll end up squeezing him but that’s it!

You let out a shaky exhale as you watch him pick up the tweezers in one hand and dip them into the alcohol. That’s gonna fucking sting, you know it. Then, you wince as he unbinds your arm, the dried blood causing the fabric to stick to your skin.

“Don’t watch, sweetheart,” He says, nudging your chin in the opposite direction and you swallow thickly, blinking all around the room to try and distract yourself, “Okay, slight sting.” He braces and you gasp softly as a cold piece of cloth meets your skin, cleaning your wound but stinging the absolute hell out of it.

It’s tolerable though. Even if your eyes water. You know you’re just being dramatic.

“Okay, using the tweezers now,” You sigh uselessly, honestly wishing he didn’t tell you but also glad he did. Your heart picks up immensely and now you’re just left waiting for the eventual feeling of the bloody tweezers.

You wince as you literally hear it squelch inside your arm. Then you feel it. It feels like a worm digging into your arm. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting out small whimpers as Steve fishes around for the pellet.

And Steve is just as disturbed as you are. He hates that he’s still causing you so much pain, even when trying to help you. He’s truly trying to be quick about it but he finds it very hard as he loses grip of the pellet twice. Third times a charm though as the metal tweezers grab a secure hold on it, and Steve slowly pulls it out with a shaky hand.

“All done,” He informs you, chucking the tweezers onto the small paper towel beside your thigh.

You open your eyes then, peering down breathlessly at the tiny little pellet that was causing you so much pain.

As you continue to stare down at the pellet, Steve bandages you back up, but your mind is elsewhere as you think about everything.

You thought you’d left this life behind. You never thought you’d have to do anything like this again. Not that you ever did do this… but the whole in another city, undercover on a mission part. Because that’s what this felt like.

You were perfectly contempt at your home. Oh, your home. You hope it will still be in one piece when you get back- if you ever do. Your doors are probably left wide open for some kids to come in, thinking it’s abandoned and loot the hell out of it. Everything you have is in that house. The only thing you own right now is your car and the clothes on your back.

How is it that this is where you ended up?

Steve notices your strange, abrupt silence and distance as he secures your bandage around you arm. As he begins to pack the tools up into the plastic bag provided, he asks you, “Are you okay?”

You look up at him finally, breaking out of your trance and offering a fake smile, “It feels fine.” You shrug, hopping off the counter and onto the floor.

Before you can exit, Steve steps in front of you, a concerning look on his face and a hand ghosting over your waist, “But are you okay?”

You glance in his eyes, remembering just how long you were with this man and how he definitely still knows you like the back of his hand.

So you shake your head, opting for the truth, avoiding his gaze, “I-I don’t know.”

Steve has an inkling not to press it. But that doesn’t stop him from feeling an immense wave of guilt wash over him yet again. Will he ever not feel guilty for all he’s done to you? Probably not.

In the middle of the 5 of you scoffing down your food, Natasha had fled the booth to take a phone call.

She was gone for about 5 minutes before she came back with a hopeful sigh. The others look to her for an explanation and she downs the rest of her soda, “Shuri says she’ll meet us at the top of that mountain.” She points out the window, to a lovely view of a large mountain, perfectly composed within the frame of the window. It would’ve made a great movie shot.

But wait, Shuri? As in… Wakanda? You’re going to Wakanda?

That sure sounds exciting- you’ve never been but you’ve heard so many great things. And isn’t Bucky there? You remembered Steve telling you something about Bucky being there. It’ll be nice to see Bucky again… Even if you’re unsure where you stand with him….

But again, your moment of optimism is short lived as you think about having to completely abandon the country. Will you ever come back? Will you ever see your house again. All of your possessions, all of your clothes. You were never one for materialism… but you have nothing else. And your car, you’re just gonna leave that somewhere too? The most valuable thing you own right now.

And so, you all finish your much needed meals and grabbed a few more snacks from the gas station before buckling into the car.

The mood seemed to be lifted a little- a new hope blossoming at the idea of not having to be on the run for much longer. Well, you would all still be on the run, just… probably a lot safer in Wakanda.

Ghee, you guess you’re on the run too now. You hid multiple fugitives, you shouldn’t be surprised. But they’re your friends (and humans!) before they’re fugitives- even if they may have just stripped you of everything you owned, you’re certain it wasn’t their intent. If anything, it was your own.

You were too… excited to sleep. Not exactly excited but, enthralled. You were going to picked up? In some strange jet? On the top of a mountain? Could this day get any weirder?

The drive up the mountain was only short, and it was beautiful to stand by the barrier and look out at the small town below. This was probably the biggest town you’d been in since moving from New York. You wondered what it would be like if you were to suddenly move back to New York with Steve. Getting a bit ahead of yourself there… But imagine it. You would probably stick out like a sore thumb for a good few months until you got used to the hustle and bustle of the city life again.

Steve watches from afar as you distance yourself from the group yet again. You’d been doing it all night and he can’t help but feel so guilty still. He’s certain you’re not aware you do it, and he understands completely why you feel the need to. Wanda hinted to him that you had a lot on your mind, a lot of things to come to terms with and process- space was what you needed. Though he itched to just go over to you and hold you, he held back.

He continues to keep a close eye on you though. You are practically in the wild right now, there is every possibility some animal could just come and attack all of you. But while he looks at you, looking out at the city, he notices an abnormal light in the sky.

“Guys,” He catches the attention of the others who had been playing with a stack of cards in your car.

Sam flashes the lights of the car, smiling softly when the light in the sky does the same. You perk up over the railing, watching with intense curiosity as the strange jet flies over your head so smoothly. You’re surprised how quiet it is for a jet, and wonder if anyone in the town had seen it. Ah well, let ‘em think it’s another UFO sighting and the hype will die down shortly.

You join back with the rest of the group as they start piling out of the car, taking all of their belongings with them. Steve waits for you, a hand coming to the small of your back as the jet lands closely- the wind of it almost knocking you back if it wasn’t for Steve’s hand. Stairs unfold from the small door, soon accompanied by who you can only assume is Shuri.

“Uber for some criminals?” She jokes from the top of the staircase.

While the others laughed and boarded the jet, you made one last final sweep of your car. Hardly anything of value was inside, but even if it was just the wrapper of a piece of gum, a stack of cards, and a picnic blanket- that was all you had. You sigh softly as you shut the door close, a lingering hand running over the old vehicle. Believe it or not, it wasn’t even the cheapest vehicle you could get your hands on. It was actually quite expensive and without the help of a special someone loaning you some money, you wouldn’t have been able to afford it. She was your girl. You relied on her for everything. You could never just walk down to the local shop- you always needed her. And now you have no choice but to leave it.

Steve, once again, notices your behaviour. Switching his gaze from the jet to you and the car, he frowns before making a quick jog over to Shuri.

You depart from your car, goodbyes having been said and acceptance creeping in. You see Steve talking with Shuri, and though you’re a little tentative of Steve right now, you don’t want to board the jet alone. The others have already gone in and you’re certain that if you just went it alone, they would probably think you were some random intruder.

“We’ll take care of your car.” You hear and you lift your gaze up from the rocky gravel ground. You look up at Shuri, then glance to Steve and back to Shuri. They both offer warm smiles, “I will have someone drive it back to your home safely.”

“Oh,” You stutter, “Thank you.” You nervously fish out the keys from your pocket, “Um, here-“ But Shuri doesn’t take them from you.

“Those won’t be needed.” She simply says and you offer her a slightly confused expression as you retract the keys, “We’ll navigate it from the jet. Think of it as a little toy car.” She smiles and you can only hum in understanding- even though you were far from it. She steps aside from the staircase, glancing politely at you and Steve before gesturing a welcoming hand, “After you.”

The jet was much like the Avengers jet, but also much different. This was definitely more fancy.

Steve guided you to a seat where he sat beside you. The others had seemingly already gotten comfortable, Natasha even nodding off already. As you sat beside Steve, you took his hand in yours- a way of thanking him, in a way, because you knew that he had talked to Shuri about your car. Always so observant, he is. You squeeze softly and give him a small, thankful smile as you settle into your seat, to which he returns.

After a few minutes, Shuri had returned from the outside and made her way to the cockpit where she joined the others. Sam lingered closely, obviously having piloted the Avengers jet and taking interest to the differences in this one. And it wasn’t long before you were taking off.

The lights inside were dimmed down and warmed, so your eyes grew heavy almost instantly. You slowly started to lean against Steve’s broad shoulder- God, you missed sleeping on Steve. He was always so squishy but firm. Then he had moved you so that you could rest your head in his lap, knowing that would’ve been a much more comfortable position for you after sitting upright in the car for so long. He played with your hair softly as you were lulled to sleep by the small buzz of the jet.

About an hour in, Natasha had awoken from her short sleep. She looked at her surroundings, reorienting herself with the current situation before getting up and heading for some refreshments. She popped a few skittles and then made herself some tea, along with a second cup. On her way towards the little mini kitchen in the jet, she had noticed Steve gazing out of the window tiredly, still softly stroking your hair. Natasha pursed her lips, practically feeling his clouded mind radiate from his brain.

With cautious steps, she approached Steve quietly with the two mugs. She sat by him, catching his attention finally and handed him the mug. He takes it gratefully, sipping on it almost instantly as his basic human needs finally caught up to him through his foggy mind.

Without even missing a beat, without an ice-breaker even, Steve speaks softly, “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” He apologises, referring to their earlier conversation… literally minutes before the whole thing went down and Natasha’s points were all proven correct.

Natasha just shrugs, waving him off, “It’s not like it would have changed anything.”

“But you were still right.” Steve relents.

Natasha smiles wittily, before caving, “Yeah, I was.” Steve rolls his eyes playfully before staring back down at you, making sure he hasn’t woken you. You’re sound asleep. He hopes your dreaming of something nice. Natasha follows his gaze and frowns a little, “How is she?”

“I don’t know… Exhausted probably.” Steve shrugs, “I think she’s pretty worried for her house. Plus, she doesn’t have anything- no spare clothes.”

“She can borrow some of mine.” Natasha says without hesitation. Steve smiles gratefully at her yet again. “Are you okay?” Natasha then asks, nudging his shoulder.

He sighs, a loaded question that he honestly wasn’t too keen on answering so truthfully right now. So instead, he opts for a small, “Yeah… Just wished I wasn’t yet again, another burden to Y/N’s life.” He doesn’t say the last part aloud, but knows that Natasha can already sense that he’s feeling that way anyway.

After another hour, the jet seems to land. The others have woken up by now, but you’re still sound asleep in Steve’s lap. Deciding not to wake you, he hoists you up by your waist and carries you. You latch around him instantly, wrapping your legs around his waist and planting your face into the crook of his warm neck.

Shuri takes them in to some lavish building, a high-rise and takes them to some penthouse. She guides each of them to their rooms and once there, Steve sets you down on the bed, tucking you in warmly.

A knock on his door sounds and before he turns, he expects to see Wanda… maybe even Sam or Shuri. He would have never expected to see Bucky.

“Hey,” he simply says, leaning against the door as Steve blinks at him dumbly. Once Steve registers that he is not, in fact, hallucinating, he takes two large strides towards his best friend and engulfs him in a tight hug, “Back so soon?” Bucky asks with a laugh, patting his back.

Steve steps back from the hug and runs a hand through his hair. Both men have changed their appearances significantly, both sporting beards and much longer locks.. Steve then sighs, not knowing where to even begin, “Got into a bit of trouble.”

Bucky raises his brows and scoffs, his way of saying ‘no shit’.

Bucky’s gaze the travels to the sleeping figure in the bed, squinting his eyes briefly before widening them and looking bewildered up at Steve, “No way.”

Steve nervously sighs, knowing how Bucky had felt about the situation, “It’s complicated.”

“Is it?” He asks with an intimidating look.

“We’ve been staying at her house for a few days. They found us and we escaped.” Steve summarises.

Bucky just nods, knowing there was much more to the story than that but also knowing that Steve should get some sleep. He was informed all about your arrival and predicament late in the night and had stayed up himself, waiting for you all to arrive. What they had managed to leave out, however, was that you were with them.

So, Bucky softly punches Steve in the stomach, pointing a finger up at him, “You better have apologised.”

“I did, I did.” Steve defends with raised hands.

“Good.” Bucky nods, “You didn’t make her cry, did you?”

Steve stays silent for a moment and Bucky tilts his head and cuts his eyes angrily, getting ready to land a much stronger punch to Steve’s abdomen, but holds back when Steve holds his hands up in front of him, “I didn’t mean to!” He whisper-yells, only lowering his own hands once Bucky does, “God, I thought my days of punishment were over.”

“Never.” Bucky shakes his head.

You stir awake, quite abruptly as you open your eyes slightly and don’t recognise the room you’re in. You blink away the sleep before sitting up and looking around the room.

Your abrupt movement pains your arm slightly and you frown softly. So it wasn’t a dream. Everything crashes back down on you and you vastly remember why you’re here.

You feel a lot better this morning- both physically and emotionally. Last night, you were just so drained. But now that you’re here- with hardly much of a worry in the world, you can’t find it in you to stress.

At the sound and feel of the blankets moving, you turn and look down at Steve- who’s just waking up now.

You smile simply, glad to at least have him by your side. He smiles up at you, the first thing for him to see in the morning,“Hey,” He says, morning voice in full effect as he stretches.

You fall back down and onto his chest, getting cozy on the warm body beneath you, “I thought it was all a dream for a second.” You admit.

Steve huffs a small, gruff laugh, “It’s real. How’s your arm?”

You hold out your arm for him to inspect, “What’s the diagnosis, Doc?”

He hums as he looks over it, genuinely looking at it underneath your bandage before putting it back in place and sighing, “I think you’ll need a lot of kisses to heal it properly.” He kisses your arm and you try and pull away, his beard tickling your skin. Steve smiles as you squeal softly. Your mood was very different to how it was last night. Sliding his hand down to your waist, he holds you close, “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” You hum, resting your chin on his chest, “I’m sorry if I seemed snappy last night- I was just tired… and worried.”

“Don’t worry about it,” He waves you off, rubbing the skin of your back and waist reassuringly, “Bucky’s excited to see you again.”

“Really?” You ask, excitement building inside of you at the mention of Bucky, though you can’t help but be surprised by Steve’s statement, “I thought he’d be mad at me.”

“What for?” Steve furrows his brows.

“Leaving him with Sam.” You shrug jokingly, before snorting and being serious, “No, leaving him without an explanation. He was like my wingman.”

“Well, I think he took all his anger out on me.” Steve sighs and you raise a brow, “Rightfully so.” He adds and you nod.

“Well, then I’m excited to see him too.”

Steve smiles proudly, “My best friend and my best girl, ever the trouble makers,”

“Your best girl?” You fake offence, “Ghee Rogers, kinda thought I was your girlfriend…”

Steve feels his heart skip a beat. He blinks at you dumbly and you have to refrain from rolling your eyes at the clueless blondie.

“Oh, yeah- I didn’t- I wasn’t sure if-“ You stop his babbling by placing a long, loving kiss to his lips. Holding his cheeks delicately in each palm, the kiss is soft and slow, but filled with so much spark and revelations all in one.

You pull away once you’ve decided you’ve tortured the man long enough, and smile up at his rosy cheeks and evidently kiss-abused lips, “How about now?” You ask teasingly.

“I don’t know, maybe a few more?”

You giggle as Steve connects your lips together, his beard tickling you in the best way possible.

It was nice to forget about everything wrong that was going on in your life and focus on the good for once. The good being that you had Steve again and Steve had you. And Bucky and Sam and Natasha and Wanda. You had an actual roof over your heads and a warm plush bed, you could probably show your face out in public without being worried that they would pull out handcuffs immediately.

So caught up with the current predicament of your life, you don’t notice the multiple missed calls and text messages spamming your phone. By now, your mailbox was full and your battery was almost low from constantly lighting up and showing the messages. And you accidentally ignored all of them because your phone was at the bottom of Steve’s bag- haphazardly chucked in there when you were clearing out your car.

(72) missed calls from Tony

Tony

‘Call me.’

Tony left a voice message

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fandom-blackhole · 4 years

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My dear, you need to chill out because you are working magic in here. And what is this star wars inception moment going on. You ascended beyond the levels of higher plane.

Okay there are is this possibilities why Grogu tried to jump out from the stroller,

He remembered a scene from the action movie he watched with uncle Boba the other day,

Crest better watch out or Grogu will try to pull off Anakin jumping out the window in aotc,

Paz is a goofball who would simply name his chihuahua THE DOG,

Turns out pupper's name is Ad'ika,

Paz is a fan of sw as well and figured out since his dog is tiny, why not?

You and Paz doing Chewie and Leia cosplay,

Uncle Boba wants to buy Grogu real BB-8 used on the set,

But kiddo is only interested in this green hunter's merch,

Paz is a astrological freak, that's why he gave Grogu that book and the telescope,

Paz was taught in the army how to navigate by stars,

But now, selfcare king will tell you your exact rising and moon sign on demand,

Also tea-leaf-reading??

Paz is all about exploring different cultures, of course cuisines being the priority,

On the topic of food, Paz has a sweet tooth,

His fav treat?

Let's say you + whipped cream,

You both also tried thing called nyotaimori,

See, that's why he loves studying other cultures, there's always something interesting to learn...

Boba and you totally wrestled atop of huge dollar stacks after heist went according to plan,

He also, would like, casually, out of the blue would hijack you from work, take you onto his private jet and grant you a gateway vacation on his private island,

Also he likes to wrestle with you in his black lamborghini aventador,

There is not much space, so you have to get really close to each other,

Din is a sucker for massages,

He is constantly exhausted, spending all day running after little kiddos,

He especially loves nuru massage,

Overall, as a natural caregiver he only wants to give, he is truly selfless,

So you praise him, take care of him, hold him close and he gets all flustered,

But sometimes he can act differently,

Especially when you tease him about this Pedro guy,

Then he proves to you way he is better than some actor geared up in tin can,

Head heavy with thots now - 🐣

Listen I fucking live for shit like this, I couldn't stop my galaxy brain if I tried lmao jk, buuutttt.....

Ok so first off before I forget (God forbid) here are some things I thought about before answer this....

Paz taking you camping in the mountains of Colorado!!!! He takes you hiking and you go up the trolley to the top of Pikes Peak

Also, Paz knows the stars yea? Well STARGAZING with him while in Colorado!!!

Wrestling 👀👀 in your shared sleeping bag with Paz at night to 'stay warm'

Also, Paz + tattoos? Yes, no, maybe?

Now, how about a trip to the zoo with Din and Grogu???

Grogu's favorite exhibit is obviously the amphibians with all of the frogs and toads

Letting Grogu feed the giraffes, and letting him into the petting Zoo portion

You and Din look away for one second and the little gremlin is trying to eat the pellets you feed to the goats and you both scream "no!"

Making it up to him by buying him dipndots, specifically blue ones because he has an affinity towards blue things (frog lady's children and the macaroon things)

Buying Grogu the cutest little frog stuffy at the gift shop....

Okay so now to talk about what you sent, sorry I went on a tangent there....

Ok so Grogu running after the frog in season 1, Din jogs past a pond and he gets a glimpse of one and wants to be like anakin jumping onto the Droid except he wants to jump on the frog and catch it

Ad'ika?!?!? Omfg yeeesss its so cute

What about going as Chewing and Leia for Halloween?!?!?

And alternatively, making Din dress as the mandalorian, grogu as baby yoda, and you go as Omera????

What would Boba and reader go as though 🤔🤔🤔 (king and queen?angel and devil?1940s gangster and femme fatale?)

Paz being wiccan/pagan/witchy is so fucking gooooodddd

The second you gave your big three to Paz he K N E W you were the one

PAZ IS A KITCHEN WITCH!!!!! OMFG

Paz eating whipped cream off of you? 103820/10 fucking A M A Z ING

Now, I had no idea what nyotaimori was, but, fuck yeeeeess, he totally loves that

Also Paz enjoys trying foods that other cultures says are aphrodisiacs

Boba and you wrestling on top of a pile of money, god damn that is an image I didn't know I needed, but fuck did I

Boba totally steals you at the worst moments to take you to his private island, but he always makes it up to you *wink wink*

Boba always picks out your swim suits, just wanted to add that

Christening every single one of Boba's cars in every way possible, ESPECIALLY the black Lamborghini aventador

Din's back KILLS him from carrying tiny, but heavy, children around all day

Din loves when you use oils that smell of vanilla (idk why it just sounds right)

Nuru massage?!?! Fuck yes

He totally melts when you just rub on him like that, especially if its been a hard day....

Now, after you keep teasing him about this mother fucking Pedro dude, oh boy does he get revenge

The S E C O N D Grogu is asleep he has you pushed into the bed asking 'if that Pedro Pascal dude could take care of you like this'

.......

I just had a really bad thought.....

So Paz loves children, yeah, and he's always wanted a big family

But what if, when he got older he found out he was impotent, and couldn't have kids of his own?

So thats why he does so much with the children in the community and teaching Din's class once a month, because he's trying to fill that hole

Anywayyyyyy im gonna go cry about this part in particular......

(SEND ME THOTS!!!)

#🐣 anon #modern au #din djarin x reader #din x reader #boba fett x reader #boba x reader #paz vizsla x reader #paz x reader

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Their Hero Academia – Chapter 42: Explosive Revelations

Presenting the next raw and unedited chapter of my on-going, next-gen, My Hero Academia fic, Their Hero Academia!

Earlier chapters can be found here

“Kirishima-Bakugo!” the voice had split the air of the U.A. hallway, a voice like nails on a chalk board that made Katsumi’s teeth clench. All she’d wanted to do was go to lunch and now she had to deal with this. In fact, once she made it through today, she wouldn’t have to see him at all for the whole week of her Internship.

Shiro Monoma. The bane of her existence. He’d lived across the street from her as long as she could remember and, of course, there’d been no escaping him by going to U.A.

She’d turned around, fixing him with her best glare. Maybe she just had to slow him down long enough for him to say something stupid. Then Kana would just smack him upside the head and he’d be out for a while.

“You want something, Monoma?” she’d growled.

Usually, that was enough to make him wilt, at least a little. But this time, it hadn’t. He’d only taken a half step back. “I was wondering if I might request the pleasure of your company for a brief discussion of important matters?”

“Well,” she’d said, “that was clear as mud.”

Monoma had put a hand to his chest. “We can’t all be as plainspoken as you.” After that, he’d looked genuinely regretful, surprising her. “…My apologies, that was ruder than I intended. Please. Ten minutes of your time. That’s all I ask.”

There’d been something strange about him. That’d been about as close to pleading as she’d ever seen Monoma.

Katsumi had looked over to Izzy. “What do you think, Izz? Should I listen to him?” A second opinion never hurt and, honestly, she trusted Izzy’s judgement better than her own, at least for certain things.

Izzy had tilted her head slightly, considering it. “I think it would do you no harm to listen. Provided you do no harm to him in turn.”

Katsumi hadn’t been sure if that was a joke or not. “Tell you what, I’ll try not to hit him.” She’d looked over to Monoma. “You’ve got five minutes.”

***

“Will both of you stop following us?!” Monoma had bellowed, looking down the otherwise deserted hallway where Horse-Girl and the weird cartoon girl from his class had been peering around the corner. She’d known Horse-Girl and Monoma used to be a thing and she also knew Horse-Girl was nothing but trouble. If she and the otaku were spying on them, it didn’t bode well.

“Five minutes,” Katsumi had reminded him. “I’m being generous and not taking travel time out of that. But the clock’s starting now.”

Monoma had frowned and she would have sworn that she had seen some of the arrogance leave his eyes. “This has been a long time coming,�� he’d said. “And, perhaps, in my need to hide it, I’ve let my arrogance lead the way. I won’t claim that everything I’ve ever said was wrong, but I might have pushed a few more buttons than I should have.”

“Fine, you’re apologizing for being an ass,” she’d said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ll take it. Can I go now?” Had he really been feeling regret after all this time? She hadn’t realized that he was capable of it.

“I’m not done talking!” he’d snapped. And then he’d deflated again, holding up both hands. “I’m sorry. Please, stay. I’m just having trouble with my words here.”

Katsumi had continued to glare and had made a “hurry up” gesture.

He’d rubbed the back of his head and made a frustrated face. “Kana told me I should just be upfront with this. Which is honestly far better advice than Fukidashi or Mika offered me. And I know that you respect forthrightness. I’d hoped to be able to do this in a more spectacular fashion, after I won the Sports Festival, but alas…”

“Two minutes,” she’d said. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, alarm bells had been ringing, telling her that this conversation was starting to take a very familiar turn.

He’d held up his hands again and he’d seemed… diminished somehow. “No borrowed body language. No fancy moves. Just me. Weak and alone. In front of all your strength and furty. And the reason… the reason why I ride you so much, it’s a cover up, you see. To disguise the fact that I’ve been in love with you. For a long time.”

And that had been when she’d slugged him.

***

“Okay,” Aunt Ochaco began, “what’s the first thing you do in a rescue situation?”

Katsumi had definitely not been expecting to be called into action on the first day of her Internship. But when a giant Villain wrecks half of downtown Kijimi, it doesn’t leave much time for paperwork and pleasantries. As the nearest Rescue Hero, Uravity and her Sidekicks had been called to the scene. Other Heroes were currently dealing with the Villain, which left them batting clean-up. Not exactly the kind of thing people got a lot of glory for, but an important and necessary job.

And oddly enough, one Katsumi didn’t mind doing. Her Quirk was a destructive one and she was extremely skilled at fighting. Hell, she enjoyed fighting. Maybe more than she should have. But it wasn’t the be all and end all of her existence.

If she was being more reflective, she’d have guessed that all the protective instincts she’d concentrated around Izzy were trying to find a new outlet. But introspection had never been her strongest trait and so she pushed the thoughts down where she wouldn’t have to deal with them.

“Find out who’s in charge, get direction on where you’re needed,” she said.

“Right,” Aunt Ochaco said, her face partially obscured by the pinkish glass of her helmet. “Which in this case, I’ve already done. We’ve got several downed buildings that we’re checking for survivors. Most of them were evacuated in time, but there’s still people unaccounted for.” She pointed to the nearest one, which had taken significant damage when the giant Villain had lashed out.

Already, her Sidekicks were assisting with the firemen and other rescue workers. As the premier Rescue Hero in Japan, Aunt Ochaco had a lot of them, all of them with Quirks useful for such work, including several water manipulators and a telekinetic.

“After that?”

Katsumi went on, “Make sure you have the right supplies, find a secure entry point, and look for survivors.”

Aunt Ochaco gave her a thumb’s up. “Sounds like Kota’s done a good job teaching you,” she said. She turned to look at the building and Katsumi could see words flashing over her visor. She knew Aunt Ochaco’s helmet had special scanners in that that relayed information such a structural integrity to her. Maybe she ought to get one of those. It’d probably be useful for determining where to set off explosives.

Already, she was sporting some new Support equipment, designed almost immediately after the Sports Festival. New, bulkier gauntlets contained stores of small, BB-sized pellets, which through a complicated system, would pass over her palms to get infused with the explosion-causing liquid she could secrete, before being fired out. It would give her a long range option. They were still working on an enhancement for her boots that would let her use controlled explosions for some rocket-powered jumps. They just needed to figure out a way to make sure she didn’t blow her feet off doing it.

“Ready then?” Aunt Ochaco asked.

Katsumi nodded and took Aunt Ochaco’s hand, feeling her stomach lurch slightly at the sudden weightlessness. Aunt Ochaco canceled her own gravity, then jumped, launching them both through a hole in the side of building.

It was time to get to work.

***

They’d already managed to rescue three people, with various injuries. Nothing life threatening, thankfully. A broken arm, a broken leg, some nasty cuts, but all things that people would survive.

“H... Hano,” the man they were rescuing said, weak and battered, having taken a blow to the head, “he’s… he’s still inside… went to look for… more people…”

Aunt Ochaco frowned. “Bombshell,” she said, “I’ve got to get him to triage. Can you look for him? Turn on your locator beacon if you find him.”

Katsumi nodded. Technically, the rules of the Internship meant she wasn’t to be left unsupervised when in the field, but it did allow for certain exceptions in action and under emergency situations. And this certainly qualified as one. Aunt Ochaco gave her a nod and mouthed “be safe” before taking off with the injured man.

Katsumi headed in the direction the man had pointed, turning the small flashlight she’d attached to her gauntlet on, playing the beam over whatever she could. This far into the office, it was harder to see and while there was less broken glass and rubble, there was still plenty of structural damage and falling debris. With the structural damage to the building, it was probably only a matter of time before the upper floors caved in. Provided, of course, that they didn’t get proper reinforcement.

“Hano!” she shouted. “Anyone! Call out! I’m with the rescue team!”

A weak sound, a moan, answered her, coming from a corner of the sea of cubicles. Above, the ceiling had given way and it looked like something had fallen through. She ran toward it like her life depended on it, heedless of what might be in her way or whether or not the floor was safe for her to travel on. Foolish, perhaps, but she got lucky.

What she found, however, didn’t have anything to do with luck at all.

Hano—or at least she assumed the man was Hano—was pinned under a metal I-beam that had fallen from the floor above. No… even pinned wasn’t the right word here. Crushed. That was the word for it. The I-beam had come down on his midsection. There had to be broken ribs or worse. The basic first aid she’d learned when they were training at the USJ told her that much. And there was blood coming from his mouth. That he was still alive was not a mercy.

“Is… is someone… is someone there?” he gasped. “I can’t… can’t see so good…”

Katsumi activated the locator beacon built into her gauntlet, for all the good it would do, then switched on her communicator. “This is Bombshell,” she said. “I’ve found a… survivor. I don’t think he has much time. He’s pinned and I can’t move it.”

The admission cost her something. She hated admitting weakness, hated the idea that there was something she couldn’t do. She was far more fit than most girls her age, but she wasn’t strong enough here, not by a longshot.

“Understood, Bombshell,” came the voice of one of Uravity’s senior Sidekicks, a woman named Lodestone, who had a magnetic Quirk. “Uravity is heading back your way now.”

She knelt down next to the man. “I’m here,” she said. “I’m here to help.” She tried to project a confidence into her voice. She wanted him to feel that everything was going to be okay.

In her mind, she was suddenly five years old again, in a hospital emergency room, seeing her Papa, seeming broken beyond all repair.

“Had to see…” Hano said, “had to see if anyone… if anyone still… needed… to get… out… Then… the ceiling… came down…”

Cold reality slapped her in the face again. “Guess I… shouldn’t have… tried to be… a hero…”

An explosion would do no good here, her Quirk was useless. She couldn’t punch him free, couldn’t move the beam trapping him, even if she tried. Even if Aunt Ochaco got back here immediately, there wasn’t anything anyone could do. Lifting the I-beam would simply remove whatever pressure was still keeping him alive.

“You,” she said, the words sticking in her throat, “you tried to do the right thing. Can’t blame anybody for that. That’s… that’s what a Hero does. Rushes in when everyone else is rushing out.” Why wasn’t she better with words? She was the last person who should be comforting anyone, especially in a time like this.

He coughed, wetly, more blood coming from his mouth. He raised a hand weakly, grasping for something. Katsumi reached out and grabbed it in hers. There wasn’t much else she could do.

“Tell… tell my husband…”

He didn’t get to finish that thought. The light left his eyes and he was gone.

***

Urvaity’s Agency didn’t just do rescue work; she was cross-trained in more conventional Hero work as well and insisted that her Sidekicks be capable of the same. Too, the work of a Rescue Hero was physically demanding, maybe even more so than conventional Heroics. A fight migt last only a few minutes, but a rescue could take hours. As such, the Agency had a fantastic gym.

But all she needed right now was a punching bag. Again and again, Katsumi struck out, wrapped fists pounding into it. She’d been doing it so long that it hurt. Good. The pain was a distraction. It gave her something else to focus her thoughts on. Because anything was better than dwelling on her failure.

Logically, she knew that Hano had been dead before she’d found him. Unless you were very tough or had some access to a healing Quirk, you didn’t live through that kind of damage. Even if she’d found him sooner, or been capable of freeing him, the odds were good he’d have died all the same.

She’d insisted on carrying the body after Aunt Ochaco had arrived and moved the beam. She’d powered through the rest of the rescue work. Helped shift rubble, helped find more victims. It had taken until they’d gotten back to the Agency for the reality of it all to hit her.

So she did what she always did when she had something she didn’t want to deal with: she found something to hit.

“Katsumi,” a voice from behind said. Aunt Ochaco. She’d shucked her helmet and the extraneous pieces of her uniform, the gauntlets and boots, leaving only the skintight pink and black bodysuit.

“Katsumi,” she said again. “You need to rest. You were already on the go for hours before you go here.”

“Can’t rest,” Katsumi said. “Punching.”

“Hmm,” Aunt Ochaco made a concerned noise. “This is… about what happened out there, isn’t it?”

Katsumi knew it was futile to try and divert. Aunt Ochaco had known her all her life. She was, in fact, one of the strongest female figures in her life. A perfect example of Womanliness. She could no more lie to her than she could fly.

Instead of pressing her on it though, Aunt Ochaco slipped on a couple of strike pads. “Try punching something else, then?”

Katsumi blinked in surprise. “Okay,” she said, more than a little suspicious. But she dropped into a fighting stance, throwing a few experimental punches. Aunt Ochaco blocked them easily and she picked up the pace.

Aunt Ochaco had been taught by no less than Gunhead and knew the rhythm of a fight better than almost anyone. She kept up with Katsumi’s barrage of blow easily, even though she had to be exhausted. “Your first loss in the field,” she said. “I’m sorry I put you in that position.”

“Not your fault,” Katsumi said. And it wasn’t. Aunt Ochaco hadn’t had any way of knowing what would happen.

“But not what I’d hoped for the first day of your Internship.”

“What were you hoping for anyway? You gotta know I’m not exactly the “rescue” type.”

Aunt Ochaco still managed to keep up with her flying fists, showing no sign of slowing down. “Figured I could teach you a few things about channeling some of that rage.”

Katsumi shrugged. “That’s fair.”

“Did I ever tell you about the first time I lost someone in a rescue?” Aunt Ochaco asked, still somehow showing no signs of tiring.

“Sir Nighteye?” Katsumi asked.

“Right,” Aunt Ochaco said. “I did everything I could to get him out in time. But he was already dying by the time we got him in the ambulance. I think all I did was give him a chance to die in a hospital instead of a hideout. Aizawa always said I didn’t do anything wrong… But I still think about in the long, dark moments of the night. He was the first. And not the last either.”

Katsumi finally felt the strength leave her limbs and her arms hung numbly at her sides. “I’m guessing it doesn’t get any eaiser?”

Aunt Ochaco shook her head. “Every time hurts. And Izuku’s had people he couldn’t save either, you know. Or your dads. Nobody in the business has a perfect record. Sooner or later, you’re going to lose someone. I just wish I could have kept it from happening to you so soon.”

Katsumi wiped at her face. Damn sweat, dripping down her eyes. “What… what do you do?”

Aunt Ochaco let the pads fall to the floor, then crossed the distance between them and wrapper her arms around Katsumi. “You keep on fighting. And fight even harder the next time. Something I think you’re going to be pretty great at.”

Katsumi put her arms around Aunt Ochaco, leaning into her. “Doesn’t help me not feel like a failure now.”

“You were there for him in his last breaths,” Aunt Ochaco said. “You still had your comm open. I heard what you said. Sometimes… that has to be enough.”

***

Her fist had made a satisfying crack when it hit Monoma in the face, sending him rocketing back into the wall behind him.

“You smug little copycatting bastard! You think that’s funny? You think you can just make a fool of me like that?”

One hand had reached into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief that he’d used to staunch the flow of blood from what was clearly a broken nose. The other had waved in the air in what had seemed like apologetic gestures.

“I meand it.” His voice had been muffled and distorted by the broken nose and handkerchief, but there was still a different tone to it, lacking the usual mocking tones he used when speaking to her or her classmates. “I wanded to proob mahself and show you I was stronk but I dibn’t get the chaunce.”

Her blood had run cold as she’d realized he was serious. Which had not been something she could deal with then. So she’d chosen to ignore it. “C’mon,” she’d said. “Let’s get you to Doc Clock and get that patched up.”

Uncertainty had flashed in his eyes. “I don’t wanna have this conversation until I can understand you.”

One quick visit to the Doc later, during which, Monoma had surprised her by claiming to have walked into a wall (When did he ever pass up an opportunity to try and get her in trouble?), the two of them had been back out in the hallway in no time flat.

Desperate not to have the conversation she’d known was coming, Katsumi had held him off with a request for lunch first.

Which had somehow translated into the two of them sitting at the same table in the cafeteria. If you’d asked her for a list of the top one hundred things she didn’t think would happen, that would have been right near the top.

“Okay,” she’d said, in-between bites of food, finally speaking after a very long, awkward silence where he’d squirmed uncomfortably. “No threats. No time limits. You’re gonna get to talk here. But when I tell you to shut up, you shut up. Okay?”

He’d nodded at that. Smart man.

“Then talk.”

“Then,” he’d begun, “let me say again that this is no trick or joke. No aces up my sleeve, no wheels spinning, no intent to mock you. But I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

“Since when?” she’d demanded.

“At least since junior high. When you’d punched that girl for picking on Todoroki. You were powerful and protective and amazing. You were everything, everything I wasn’t. Strong and assertive, with nothing but your own confidence and power to back you up.”

That had been a day she remembered well. One of many where she’d had to come to Izzy’s defense. When the nameless desire to protect fragile Izzy and keep her safe had driven so much of who she was, the desire she was learning to temper, now that she knew Izzy did not love her in the same way, and did not need nearly as much protection.

“Between me and the Horse-Girl, I’m starting to think you’ve got a thing for girls who can kick your ass, Monoma. You ain’t gonna start falling for the Moth-Girl, are you?”

“Wha… No!” he’d snapped, startled, his delicate features were flushed with embarassment. “Mika and I weren’t… it didn’t have anything to do with… And Kocho didn’t kick my ass… she bested me! There’s a difference!”

“Uh-huh.”

“But that was the start of it,” he’d gone on. “So I started watching you. And I saw so much to admire and so much that I didn’t have. And that’s not even touching on the physical attract… ”

She’d held up a hand. “Stop talking.” To his credit, he’d shut up. She quickly did a little bit of mental math. “Wait. You dated the Horse-Girl when you were thirteen.” It was a fact she’d really wished she hadn’t known, but it was still there.

“Are you telling me I’m your fucking rebound crush?!”

“What?” he’d asked. “No! That was a mutual break up! She’s still my friend! It’s not related!”

“Okay,” she’d said, accepting that for now. “So why now?”

“Too many people were figuring it out. Kana. Mika. Akaya. Fukidashi. As I said, I had this big plan to win the Sports Festival and impress you then, with a show of skill and strength. That… did not work out. So my back-up plan was simple honesty.”

She’d actually felt a pang of sympathy for him. She knew too well what it was like to love someone who you didn’t know how they felt about you. And she even knew how it felt to love someone who didn’t love you back. It was pain she wouldn’t wish on anyone, even him. And yet, here they’d been.

“Okay,” she’d said. “One, that took balls, which I honestly wasn’t sure you had.”

She’d ticked off additional points on her fingers. “Two, I’m sor… I apolo… I shouldn’t have punched you. For once. But you gotta realize, Monoma… I don’t like you.”

His face had fallen and he’d looked down, hurt by the words, but also clearly having been expecting it.

“The way you talk to me, the way you talk to my friends, the way you talk to the rest of my class, that ain’t manly. It ain’t right.”

She’d pointed a finger at him, accusingly. “And you obviously don’t know me half as well as you think you do, if you thought theatric were the way to go, like I was gonna leap into your arms like some weak ass princess with the knight who killed the dragon. So whatever you thought you loved, I’m not sure I’m it.”

He’d been honest with her. So she’d made the choice to be honest with him. “And I’m not in the right place to be thinking about that kind of anything right now anyway. But the way it stands right now, you’re not what I’m looking for.”

It’d been one of the longest conversations she’d had with someone who wasn’t Izzy, Toshi, or Kana. And definitely the longest conversation she’d ever had with him, nearly threat free too.

“I see,” he’d said, standing, and taking his tray with him. “Thank you then, for your time. But please know… I never thought you a prize to be won. I merely wanted to be good enough.”

And then he’d left her alone.

She’d felt… not exactly bad about it, but perhaps a bit regretful. It had hardly been the first time she’d hurt him, but that had always been an act of controlled, physical violence. This had been different and she hadn’t been able to punch her way out of it.

Was this how Izzy had felt?

At least that would be the end of it. She didn’t like Monoma, but everybody deserved somebody that made them happy. She’d found herself actually wishing that he’d find that happiness.

Just not with her.

***

KABOOM!

The force of the explosion sent the Villain flying. His rock-like hide made sure he could take the hit without too much damage, but the impact still made him bounce, once, twice, three times. Katsumi made a mental note to thank the designers of her new gauntlets. Being able to attack at range was a whole game changer. Not quite as satisfying as a punch, but what was?

“And release!”

Three more Villains fell to the ground, hitting hard. Of course, Aunt Ochaco had taken down more than she had. She was the more experienced Hero here.

What had these four idiots even been doing? A bank robbery? In this day and age? Katsumi had to smile. Idiots they may have been, but they’d given her something to punch and blast. And for that, she was thankful. Villains were a problem she could solve.

She needed that, after yesterday.

There were still plenty of people on the streets, probably too close to the action, even after having been told to back off.

Katsumi always strove to be the best that she could be. She wouldn’t have considered herself a glory hound, but in that moment, the applause from the crowd felt pretty damn good indeed.

She still saw Hano when she closed her eyes. Still saw the light leave his eyes as he died. She’d called home last night, cried her eyes out. Her, the big bad Bombshell, crying like a little girl. She couldn’t remember the last time she had cried like that.

No one would have blamed her if she’d backed off after that. It may have been something Heroes dealt with often, but she was still a student, barely into her Internship.

But she was Katsumi Kirishima-Bakugo.

And she didn’t back down.

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Airsoft Gun Retailer: Things every Parent should know about Airsoft Guns

For anyone unfamiliar with airsoft, it is a shock when their children ask for airsoft guns. To ensure that your child enjoys the sport and remains safe, every parent should educate themselves on a few facts about airsoft before heading to an airsoft gun retailer. Read on.

Is Airsoft the same as Paintball?

Airsoft is older and not the same as paintball. Airsoft was invented in Japan at least ten years before paintball. The early airsoft guns were powered by a compressed cylinder connected to the gun by a hose. Similar to modern airsoft, these guns were used for target shooting and playing war in the woods. Years later, Tokyo Mauri developed an M16 replica gun that took airsoft to a new level.

Airsoft Guns are non Lethal and Low Velocity.

Airsoft guns are designed for play and not for actual enemy attacks. To ensure that the gun is non-lethal, they use 6-8mm BB pellets that weigh between 0.12gms and 0.45gms available at airsoft gun retailer shops. These pellets are fired at velocities between 170-550 feet per second. However, this varies from country to country. Children and adults who love to play soldiers can enjoy various roles by taking part in airsoft games.

What are the Safety Concerns?

This is often the first question any parent will ask. All airsoft players must play in full clothing, gloves, pants, and long sleeve shirts. The greatest danger in any airsoft game is being shot in the face or in the eyes with a BB pellet. As such, every player in the field must wear specially made goggles for airsoft and paintball. This can be purchased from an airsoft gun retailer.

There is an element of danger in the use of airsoft guns. The best way to protect players is to ensure they get proper training on the game. Also, ensure that you are correctly dressed every time you play airsoft.

#Airsoft Gun Retailer

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isolaradiale · 5 years

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Incoming message from Dr. Light: Get Equipped with a new arrival! Without prior reserve, Mega Man of the titular series warps into Spirale! All pages can be found on the righthand sidebar, or by adding "/app", "/stats" or "/threads" after the url!

Welcome to beautiful Isola Radiale, Mega Man!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 368!

You will be able to use your Mega Buster to fire up to five shots per day, otherwise it will only shoot BB gun pellets.

You will also be given Rush, though it will have no gadgets or modules.

Enjoy your stay!

~ mod bellatrix

#isola app #megabxster

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gearupairsoftorg · 3 years

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Airsoft Spring Pistols

Airsoft has exploded onto the scene in the last few years and has become one of the most popular sporting hobbies on the planet. With airsoft pistols, you can enjoy the game without having to buy a whole new gun. Just get your favorite airsoft pistol, load it full of pellets and a bb, get into a game, take one shot and leave. That's all there is to it. Airsoft does not need any extra equipment to play the game.

Some airsoft pistols are electric, but even then, if they don't use rechargeable bbs, that still makes them a lot easier to manage. A low level electric airsoft pistol will do just fine, as long as bbs aren't too expensive or break easily. Electric airsoft spring pistols have a lot of accessories that come with them, like extra battery packs and chargers, but if you want to upgrade your pistol to something a bit better, it's a good idea to buy the best airsoft spring pistols around from gearupairsoft.com/pistols. There are a lot of different airsoft pistols available, so it can be difficult to choose. Here are some things to consider when choosing an airsoft pistol.

First off, what type of shooting does your game of choice require? If it requires high velocities, then you're better off using gas airsoft spring pistols, although they may be more expensive than gas airsoft guns. If accuracy is your main concern, then the low quality spring airsoft guns are the way to go. However, if you like playing games like paintball, nothing can beat the accuracy of gas airsoft guns.

Size is something else to think about when choosing your next airsoft gun. Are you going to be carrying it around the field or in your back pack? If so, then size doesn't matter as much as you would imagine. But, if you're planning on taking your airsoft gun with you everywhere, then size definitely does matter. The higher the capacity of the airsoft gun, the more accurately you can pump the BB's through it at a fast rate.

Gauge is also a factor to think about. Higher gauge means the BB will be traveling further distances. However, the drawback is that you'll have to spend more money on the spring you need to power it with. However, if you're planning on using your new airsoft guns in tournaments, then the higher gauge you go with the better. Lower levels of gauges will give lower velocity results and will affect how accurate your shot will be.

A realistic feel while playing this type of game is also important to consider when deciding on what you should get. For instance, if you love to shoot from afar, then a spring pistol that has a longer distance would be ideal for you. The problem is, with a long distance shot comes more recoil. If you're not used to shooting long range, then this isn't the best choice for you because it will make your first few shots a lot less accurate.

In addition, you want to look at how strong the frame of your airsoft gun is. Different guns are built sturdily of steel or aluminum. This is particularly true if you are to use a real shotgun. However, with an airsoft pistol, you don't have the same options because it's not built to withstand the same stresses. That's why it's important to make sure that you buy a strong pistol so it can handle what you are planning on using it for.

If you are just starting out, I recommend that you go with one of the starter airsoft guns. These are ones made with the least amount of materials and offer the lowest overall price. They also are the perfect size for beginning players so you can get some practice before buying your own real gun. While you're at it, I highly recommend that you buy some bbs too!

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lesbianwizards · 6 years

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On Your 8

Here’s a short story I wrote for a class, about a giant lizard man, his adopted daughter, and the family dog. It also has art by the lovely @angelinacaporini because she’s rad as hell Enjoy!

Eleanor was in charge of three very important things. The radio, the binoculars, and the BB gun. These are three very important things that Daddy trusted her to take care of. The radio helped them find settlements and keep up to date on the news when they were in range of stations, the binoculars helped them keep watch, and the BB gun was for defense. It was all very important.

Eleanor thought she could see for miles and miles from on top of Daddy’s shoulders since he was so tall, but he insisted that the binoculars were more useful. Daddy knew more than she did about how things worked, but she liked his shoulders more.

“Hey, sweet pea, what do you see up there?” He asked, patting her on the leg.

She did a full sweep, leaning back far enough that he had to hold onto her legs to keep her from tumbling off her perch.

“There’s some vultures on our…” she paused, “which number is to the left but a little behind us?”

“Seven or eight?”

“I think it’s eight.”

Ferrous turned to look. Sure enough, there were some vultures in the distance, circling above the rocky hills.

“What are they after?”

Eleanor put the binoculars up, which were far too big for her face, and squinted through them. Her tongue stuck out in concentration.

“It looks like… like… It’s still moving! Daddy we have to help!” She smacked the top of Ferrous’s scaly head.

“Let me take a look,” he held up a hand.

Eleanor handed him the binoculars, then leaned over to so she was right in his face. Her wide green eyes filled with tears and she stuck out her bottom lip.

“Ellie, I need to see.”

She stuck her tiny hands on either side of his face, squeezing his cheekbones.

“We have to help, Daddy, we have to!”

Sighing, Ferrous slung her off his shoulders and under one arm, leaving her dangling by his side. He peered in the direction of the vultures, and sure enough there was something moving on top of the hill, near the scraggly brush. Whatever it was didn’t have long.

“Okay, Eleanor. When we get close, you hide. Understand?”

“I’ll get them with my gun.”

“No, you will hide.”

“So I can snip them!”

“Snipe. And not until you’re older.”

She pouted and pulled her burlap hood over her face.

Ferrous sped toward the injured creature, taking care not to shake Eleanor. When they were close enough to hear the mangled croaks of the vultures, he set Eleanor down under one of the thicker bushes.

“And what are we going to do?”

“Stay put and be quiet,” Eleanor curled up in the brush, her burlap coat allowing her to blend in to the brown foliage.

“Good girl,” Ferrous leaned in to nuzzle her.

She pressed a quick good luck kiss against his snout and gave what would be a toothy grin if she hadn’t lost several of her front teeth.

She watched as he crouched to sneak up on the vultures, pulling out his steel pipe. He crept up the hill to where the injured creature lay, panting.

The vultures decided they’d had enough circling and began their descent. She watched as Ferrous leapt out to stand over the creature, swinging the pipe at diving vulture’s toothy maw. Eleanor could hear the sickening crunch from where she was hiding. She licked her lips as she thought of fresh meat for dinner instead of old canned beans.

Another vulture took the opportunity to take a bite out of Ferrous’s exposed shoulder. He swung at it, but it sank its claws into his back. He grabbed at it, but it nipped at his hand, refusing to give up its new perch.

His thick, scaly skin protected him from any serous injury, but there were still red scratches that stood out against the olive green of his skin.

Eleanor took out her BB gun, aimed, and fired. She missed completely, her pellet hurling off into the distance.

“Dammit,” she muttered, grateful that Ferrous was out of earshot.

Standing up, she aimed again, waiting for a clear shot. Ferrous was still swinging at the vultures, his back to her. She held her breath and fired, hoping for the best.

The vulture’s eye exploded, causing it to fly off with a scream. Eleanor whooped, forgetting that she was supposed to be hiding. Ferrous turned to look at her, his eye narrowing. If she wasn’t riding the high of making her shot, she’d worry about the future scolding. As it stood, she was little, and forethought wasn’t her strong suit.

With another few halfhearted dives and Ferrous’s deadly swings, the vultures decided they’d had enough. He watched the beasts fly off, and when they were a safe distance away, he knelt down to check on the wounded creature. Eleanor dashed up the rocks to join them, her canteen in hand, ready to give the poor creature some water.

“Eleanor, hold,” Ferrous ordered before she got too close.

He examined the dark, panting mass hidden in the underbrush. It looked to be a coyote, covered in mud. Eleanor handed Ferrous her canteen, and he poured some water on a cloth to clean up the mess.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Eleanor whispered.

“I… I don’t know.”

“She’s gotta be!” Eleanor cried, startling the coyote.

“Hey, hey hey hey,” Ferrous soothed, trying to keep it calm.

Eleanor dashed off, leaving the two of them to face each other, warily. Ferrous offered some water in his palm, and the coyote sniffed at it, cautiously, before lapping it up quickly.

“Not too fast, not too fast,” Ferrous wondered why he was talking to a wild animal like a small child. It was probably Eleanor’s influence.

She wiggled under his arm, holding out a piece of vulture that it looked like she tore off one of the corpses.

“Here, girl, eat this,” she said, holding it out.

The coyote snapped it out of her hand and scarfed it down. Eleanor held out another piece, her hands covered in blood and feathers.

“What was your plan for washing your hands?” Ferrous asked, his snout wrinkling in mild disgust.

“Princess Nibbles will lick them clean,” Eleanor stated with all the confidence of an eight-year-old.

“Princess Nibbles.”

“Yup!” To illustrate her point, Eleanor squeezed into Ferrous’s lap and held out her dirty hands to the coyote.

Before he could back away and get Eleanor safely out of the way, the coyote lunged and began licking the girl’s hands.

She looked up at him, smugly.

“That was dangerous, Eleanor!”

“Princess Nibbles and I are friends, aren’t we girl?” Eleanor pet the coyote with her cleanish hands, smearing the already filthy animal with slobber and blood.

Princess Nibbles stepped forward on shaky legs and sniffed Eleanor’s face and sides, looking for more food.

“See Daddy? We’re friends! Can we keep her?” Both Eleanor and Princess Nibbles looked up at him, expectantly.

Ferrous sighed. He had enough trouble saying no to Eleanor’s puppy eyes, he couldn’t withstand two sets.

He scooped the girl up and motioned for Princess Nibbles to follow. She did.

Eleanor was now in charge of four very important things. The radio, the binoculars, the BB gun, and the coyote.

#my writing #writing #dumb gay apocalypse family #i spent an embarrassingly long time trying to find my writing tag #so here's entry number two #critiques welcome comments welcome reblogs welcome

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keywestlou · 4 years

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PYTHON AND IGUANA UPDATE

It has been a while since I discussed pythons and iguanas. Two of Florida’s most disliked reptiles.

This past week, two workers at the Florida Python Elimination Program were working in the Everglades. They caught a record breaking female Burmese python. Just under 20 feet.

Besides its length, there is one additional factor involved. They caught the python with their bare hands!

Two crazy guys!

Iguanas are a total absolute pain in the ass! The only way to describe how they affect humans. They eat our flower beds, defecate in our pools, etc.

Florida was late in deciding to deal with the python problem. By the time Florida got to them, there were too many pythons to deal with. Like in excess of 1 million.

Florida is aware of its delay and the result thereof. Florida acknowledges pythons will never be eliminated. The hope is to control/manage the population.

Florida has equally been late in dealing with the iguana population. They’re all over the place!

When I first started visiting Key West 30 years ago, there were no iguanas. Then they began to appear on the golf course. In trees and on the ground. All sizes. Looked like tiny dinosaurs.

They are prolific. Enjoy sex. They frequently engage in the practice. Iguanas today without any doubt exceed the 1 million pythons.

For the past 2 years, Florida has been trying to deal with the problem. Good luck! Will not do any good. The State is too late again.

Florida now permits “private hunters.” Their game iguanas. They are hired by property owners, not the State.

One such hunter is Quentin Garcia. He has been in the business 2 years. In that time, he estimates he has killed 3,000.

The law permits snares, trapping, and BB or pellet guns. Garcia prefers the guns.

Iguanas are not an endangered species. Never the less, Florida law requires they be killed with one shot. The first one. Recommend a bullet to the brain. Garcia aims for an ear.

A problem arises if the iguana is not dead. Not supposed to shoot it again. In pain. However, I do not know what is done next.

The Villages in mid Florida is the largest retired persons community in the U.S. Most residents black hearted Republicans. Trump their hero.

My few Democratic friends who live there try to keep their politics secret. It’s that bad.

Some are coming into the new light of day.

Residents get around on golf carts. Signs have been seen on them in increasing numbers. The signs saying Go Biden. Note the increasing numbers no way compares with the number still supporting Trump.

J. Ronald Johns died. He was 84. His friends referred to him as Johnnie.

Johnnie had 2 homes. One in Utica, the other in Key West. Summers in Utica, winters in Key West.

We became friends. The Utica connection made it possible. We were not close friends, but knew each other. We both belonged to the Key West Yacht Club which brought us together with some frequency.

Johnnie was a mild mannered man. Everyone liked him.

He was a bean farmer. The farm just outside Utica. His grandfather established it. The family has run it since and continue operating it to this day.

I would run into him occasionally on the Key West golf course. He was an excellent golfer. Not scratch, but close enough.

My golf club in Utica was the Yahnandasis. Every summer a Member-Guest Tournament. I asked Johnnie to be my guest.

Understand, I am the world’s worst golfer. My handicap 35. Horrible!

I could be helpful in a tournament, however. A par or two, an occasional birdie, and I made my contribution. Especially where I got 2 strokes on a hole.

Three days. The tournament serious business.

We were in the sixth or seventh flight. My poor playing caused us to be that low.

We played wonderful for 3 days. Johnnie played a bit over his head, as I did. I smiled every time we won a hole. I would look at the guys we were playing, point to Johnie, and say, “My horse!”

Not only did we win our flight, we won the whole tournament. The result being based on overall score for the 3 days.

I felt terrific. I’m not supposed to win. I never win. We split $700 and each received a Gorham crystal bowl.

As I indicated before, Johnnie was my “horse.” We won because of his playing, not mine.

New York Governor Andrew Cuomo continues to do an outstanding job with his handling of the coronavirus crisis. He continues to stay on top of the problem.

New York was in great shape till recently. Suddenly clusters began appearing in various parts of the City. One part those where Orthodox Jewish communities are located.

Cuomo limited all religious services to 25 percent. The Orthodox community went crazy. Argued a violation of their religious beliefs prohibited by the Constitution.

The Jews took Cuomo to federal court. The first hearing was friday. The Jewish religious wanted a temporary injunction prohibiting Cuomo from limiting their services in synagogues.

The federal judge ruled in favor of Cuomo. A telling portion of the Judge’s decision: “How can we ignore the compelling state interest in protecting the health and life of all New Yorkers?”

If Cuomo had been running the coronavirus pandemic for the whole U.S, we would not still be in the position we have been for several months.

A study recently concluded 59 Americans have more wealth than 50 percent of the population. The study further revealed the “59” increased their wealth substantially in the several months Covid-19 has been a problem in the U.S.

Syracuse/Duke today. Duke a 2.5 point favorite.

Hope I can get the game on TV. Getting Syracuse games on TV an absolute pain in the ass in Key West! And, I have a special sports package. The problem arises because of a war between the ACC and Comcast.

Enjoy your day!

PYTHON AND IGUANA UPDATE was originally published on Key West Lou

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isolaradiale · 5 years

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y'know what? scratch that reserve! this is narancia ghirga of jojo's bizarre adventure and his app can be found under /app or in navigation (third link) under the app link! thank you!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Narancia!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 337!

You’ll retain the ability to summon your stand up to two times a day for ten minutes per summon. It will only be able to shoot BB pellets.

You’ll also be given a pair of wooden knives.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ betelgeuse.

#isola app #volarecielo

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runeterrasjester-blog · 7 years

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"How do you view yourself in this meta, Shaco?"

TW: Emotional and physical abuse. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

“We meet again Shaco, how have you been feeling this past week since our last meeting?”

Silence blanketed the small doctor’s office. The clock ticking away on one of dark brown walls, it’s accents and crown moulding covered in wood made the room feel darker than it was, even with the sun’s bright afternoon beams coming through the shaders of the window still. The small and elderly doctor sat on his large burgundy armchair. His voice loud but calm as he addressed the jester lying down on the longer sofa in front of him, his mind plagued with thoughts as his breathing could be heard under his cracked ivory mask.

“Im doing fine.” A lie as he tried to hide it. His mask made it hard for others to tell his current emotion, but the doctor stopped him before he could continue.

“Be honest with me.” The man spoke, adjusting his glasses as he grabbed his notepad from the table beside his armchair and dug out a pen from his shirt pocket.

“Did anything happen this week to trouble you? Your voice doesn’t seem as chipper as it was last sunday.”

A loud sigh escaped Shaco’s vocal cords as he placed his hands on his chest.

“It happened again Doctor. Just when I thought everything was ok, it all came crashing down on me.” He hated this, he hated sitting in a room, he hated talking about his issues. It wasn’t funny, it killed him on the inside but he knew he needed a proper vent that didn’t involve with him murdering and disfiguring his victims and paying for the dry cleaning everytime. But his psychiatrist stayed silent as he let him vent.

“I found something I was good at again. It made me do really well in the rift. The stats were good, it was easy to build and it made me excel. People loved me again and found me fun….but Daddy Riot found out about my new toy, a duskblade and told me it wasn’t ok, that it was overpowered and unbalanced, like all the stuff I had previously.”

Shaco’s expression turned somber, his bright blue eyes becoming half lidded as he remembered about his past. His grip getting tighter on his arms.

“It’s always that. “You’re too strong, you’re too bursty, you’re too toxic.” I’ve heard it all from him and his friends. Ever since I was young, they always told me that I was too strong, even if I was doing fine, or if I made it out on my own, and succeeded, he’d put me down.” The jester’s throat constricted from the stress of retelling his upbringing. As if all of the air in his lungs were sucked out.

“I just want to be a good champion, one that people love and enjoy and that daddy Riot would look down at me and say: “Shaco, my son, you’re doing so well! Im proud of you!” but no...i’ll never hear that from him. He never wants to admit when he’s wrong, he rather tell me, and the others that we’re bad champions, and then compare us to Warwick, the family dog. He compared us to a god damn dog! A dog he wants us to believe is the same dog we’ve had since we were young, and not the one he shot in the yard last January in cold blood.” He scoffed. “The only idiot who believes that is Lee Sin, but he’s blind.”

The old man crossed his legs as he stopped his pen and flipped the page to his notebook.

“I see...Can you tell me again when this all started?”

“Well, doc, that’s going to take a long time, but fine.” Shaco sighed as he tried to explain his family life again to the old man, not sure if it was part of their psychiatric routine, or the man had gone senile in a week.

“We were a happy family I guess. We had fun, we got along, but since daddy Riot married with Tencent, I became the black sheep of the family. I was doing too much damage? I was punished. I didn't pick up the slack for others? I was punished. I excelled at what I do and what does he tell me? That im toxic and he locked me in my room, tied up..." Shaco felt nauseous again, his memories being dug up.

“Tied up?”

“Yes, All tied up. Like an asylum in-mate.” He shivered as if the room turned cold, “No fun allowed, beside my knives and some wood to make boxes with. But they took away the little mechanism for them that shoots out knives. Now all they shoot out is small BB pellets. Not very fun.”

He was thankful that nobody would see him like this. Alone, emotional and vulnerable. He removed his mask and cowl, letting his pale face be shown and his shoulder length red hair loose. His blue eyes looking exhausted beyond belief and with black bags under his eyes. He placed his mask and jester’s cowl on the floor.

“Was he the only one in your life who caused you problems?” The shrink asked, his words soft to try and not offend his patient.

“No, we had a lot of uncles and aunts who caused us problems. They had their favorites, the ones they’d spoil and give treats everytime they’d visit, but we also had the bad ones.”

“Bad ones?”

“Yes, Like one named Meddler who found out I was having fun with Daddy Riot about my new toy, the Duskblade. I found it so much fun and the other assassins did too, but they found it too strong, told us that they’ll fix it for us….except me. They told me I wasn’t allowed to play with it anymore. Then...he left me alone with Meddler and I...I don’t want to talk about it.”

"The first step to recovery it to let out your memories that are plaguing you Shaco. Were you the only one who had this happen before?"

"No, others were touched by him. He has a fondness for marksmen more than us assassins. He'd give them nice items, gifts, some new numbers to make them feel good, then he'd lock you away in the pbe room and have his way with you, saying it was 'for the other's sake"." His voice turned soft as he choked on his own words, he wanted to bite his tongue but continued.

"I will never forget Rengar's screams...we all heard it, just like they heard mine. Everybody all over the house. Daddy Riot knew it was happening and allowed it until all we heard from that room was a pained mewl from Rengar. Once he came out, his claws we're gone. It wasn’t funny…it wasn’t funny..." Shaco’s cheery smile disappeared as his lips quivered in despair, His eyes watering, ready to cry as he tried to keep it together.

"I....I don't know what to do. Everybody laughs at my jokes, but inside, I know they are actually laughing at me." He wailed “I just want to be noticed, to be praised! But all I get is hate."

The doctor softly put his book and pen down as he let the abused jester sob into his hands. Tears and snot rolling down his face as he dug into his pockets and pulled out a handkerchief, and another, and another, all linked together in a chain to wipe away his tears.

“I think that’s enough for today Shaco. I’ll give you time to recover, but you’re emotionally drained. Our next meeting is in two days, at 3 in the afternoon. We’ll start building from there.” Shaco nodded silently. He sniffed, blowing his nose to get the rest of the runny snot out before putting back on his mask and sitting up from the sofa.

“One day, someone will see how great of a champion you are and how misunderstood you are. You’re no black sheep or the red headed stepchild of your family, you’re Shaco: The demon jester. One day you’ll show them that they we’re wrong, and not you.”

#league of legends #drabble #shaco #tw abuse #woohoo i got to front page on the league subreddit with this drabble

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