#thought thered be more scene with her not in police uniform . and then i think the colouring on this went Quite wonky

[angiemcalisters]

tiana okoye in panhandle (2023) 🌻 if you click in the source link or navigate to my gif directory,  you will find #202 gifs of tiana okoye in panhandle 1.01. these were primarily made  for roleplaying purposes.  you can edit these as much as you would like, but please link back   & tag me if you redistribute them! thank you & enjoy !

[gadunkie]

spiderverse 2 sucked shit and was performative twitter.com fuckery. hi reddit in this rant Im going to talk about why I think the second spiderverse movie gave me a queasy uneasy feeling after I left the theater. spoiler warning and all that.

Ive been seeing a lot of praise for this movie lately and a lot of fan stuff and while that is cool I think spiderverse 2 really doesnt deserve it. to me it feels like baffling performative bullshit where they checked off certain "woke" categories and forgot about everything else. Im bad at formulating rant posts so Im just gonna randomly bring up my feelings on certain things.

ok so first of all the number one thing that pissed me off was the in-movie dialogue of people telling miles, the first black spider-man, that he was never supposed to be spider-man in the first place. that is incredibly tone deaf, especially when the first movie's message was that anyone could be a hero, regardless of who you are. you could argue that this story beat is used to reinforce that message being that miles' reaction to that line is rejection and finding his own way to become spider-man after all. but thats stupid because, again, anyone could be a hero no matter what, even if theyre not supposed to be 'canonically' a spider-man. what this tells me is that theyre going for the same fucking message, again, but this time its padded out in 2 movies rather than the one that weve already seen.

second, and this one was much more brief, there was a disabled spider-man amidst the roster of the multiverse spider-mans whose only line of dialogue was making fun of their own disability. thats some travis mcelroy bullshit, I thought we were past the point of making disabled character's only personality being their disability. to me that was also incredibly tone deaf and just completely unneeded.

third, there was an Indian spider-man by the name Pavitr Prabhakar whose only personality was that he was Indian. of course theres nothing wrong with Indian culture or just being an Indian person, but to me its like if they had a Japanese spider-man and made them only talk about katanas and sushi. theres no way that indian people act like that and constantly boost about their own nation, it just rubs me the wrong way and makes them feel less human.

fourth, that "gwen is trans" shit is utter queerbait, I cant believe anyone is fucking falling for this shit. it literally infuriates me that I see fellow queer people look at the most basic off to the side decoration in a room / police officer's uniform and jump to the conclusion that what we are seeing is trans representation. like sure she could be trans! but it can also be read as her just being an ally, same with her father. "what ally has a trans flag in there room?" are you fucking kidding me? like are you being serious? hey heres famous content creator Ludwig, who is cis and has a trans flag in his room:

fucking anyone, literally anyone could have trans iconography anywhere in their house regardless of their gender. side bonus, heres how you can have a real confirmed trans character in your art without it being bait! - have them taking transition medication in a scene - have them wear gender affirming clothing, like chest binders - have them tell another character that theyre trans - have them literally look into the camera and say "Im trans." crazy how easy it is to do all of these things and yet gwen did none of it! dont fucking search for crumbs and pretend that its a feast.

fifth, theres a character called spider-punk who goes by Hobie and his entire character is being a punk and making fun of The Establishment™ and Capitalism™. I thought he was dumb because it just reminded me that anti-capitalism is just a form of entertainment now and not a real message to start a change.

sixth, there was so much fucking nostalgia pandering and repetitive dialogue. there were many scenes showing footage of older movies, cartoons, or real life actors that were only there to be pointed at the screen by audiences. next, the dialogue was so expository that any time miles' parents were on screen they would only talk about miles and how worried they were about him. I swear to god that 70% of spider-man 2099s dialogue was about his disturbed past and wanting to capture miles. at several times throughout the movie I thought "ok I get it" and hoped that were was something new to be seen in the next 5 minutes, which wasnt the case most of the time.

seventh, evil miles was fucking stupid. you cant just reveal such an easy counterpart villain and expect me to believe that he has any bearing on the story whatsoever. that shit was so laughably bad that I can easily imagine him getting defeated in the same old hero vs villain shit in the next movie. here let me have some fun and say that miles is going to do the most predictable "Im going to fix you to become good" trope only for evil miles to deny it and fuck off forever in some weird way.

anyway this post is already too fucking long so Im just gonna add personal peeves onto it because Im on a roll. I had a hard time paying attention to several fight scenes because they were mixing with too many visual styles, like the vulture scene at the beginning of the movie was too disorienting for me. I think there shouldve been subtitles, sometimes characters were inaudible for me and the audio mixing during some scenes didnt help either, unless there was a slow moment in the film I just couldnt understand what the characters were saying.

I thought the movie sucked so bad that what they got right in certain aspects (cast diversity, parent and child struggles, etc.) felt like nothing to me after how they treated the parts that Ive listed. its like they fucking checked off a Progressive Bingo Sheet and left everything else in the dust.

I left the theater disappointed and feeling worthless because all I felt was that these movies were just trying to sell me something and didnt push for a change like the first one did. what a fucking shit show.

conclusions. if you liked the movie, awesome Im glad, and you should decide for yourself how you feel about it and what it means to you. Im simply just putting my frustrations into a little text post because that is how I feel. Im not in charge of your enjoyment and you should decide that on your own regardless of my opinions. be responsible with your enjoyment.

but I wont, if you try to argue with me on any of these topics then Im blocking you forever and if you dare type "let people enjoy things" on my post then Im killing you,

[happys-crazy-queen22]

No One Messes With Our Son

Gif credit @tylerlockwood

Requested on wattpad

Hope you all enjoy

Happy reading dollies

Taglist: @nocturnalherb16 @jesseswartzwelder

Warning: kidnapping, school shooters that are kids, gang recruiting of young kids.

"I'll drop Damon at school then I'll met you at work". You spoke to Kevin while stuffing Damon's books into his backpack as he ate his breakfast.

"Sounds good". Kevin mumbled with a mouth full of food.

"Lovely". You rolled your eyes with a laugh. Kevin pulled you into his arms.

"I'll see you then sexy mama". He kissed your lips.

"Gross, I'm trying to eat and I want to keep it down". Damon scoffed and grabbed his bag off the counter. You giggled into Kevin's shoulder.

"Boy, I'll remember that when you want to kiss your wife in front of me". Kevin patted your butt and he followed his son to the door. "Especially at your wedding. I'm getting up just as you're about to kiss her and go nuh huh, gross". He shook his finger in his sons face with a chuckle.

Damon stood there with a straight face. "Can we go now"?

"Yes, big baby". You had your keys in hand, grabbed another kiss and had your booty smacked again from Kevin before walking out. Damon groaned.

"Just get in the car". You told him with a giggle. This was one way to torture your son.

On the way to the school the ride was quiet, Damon didn't have anything to say which was unusual for him. Usually he's talking your head off but today was different.

Pulling up to the school you stopped. Taking your hand you gently took Damon's chin in your hand and made him look at you.

"You okay, baby"?

"I'm fine". He said with a sigh.

"If you want we can blow off school and go to the station. I'll call your teacher and tell them your sick or something". You offered, knowing he would jump at the chance to skip school.

"No thanks. I better get going. Love you mom". He put his backpack on and hopped out of the car, running to the group of boys that were huddled into a circle.

You watched for awhile seeing if something was wrong but they started laughing and playing around like normal teenagers so you let out a breath and headed to work.

Walking up the stairs to the station everyone was already working. You walked over to Kevin, wrapping your arms around his neck as he sat in his chair.

"You alright"? He rubbed your arms.

"Yeah, just worried about Damon. He seemed like something was wrong or concerning him".

"He's a teenager so it could be anything".

"He didnt want to skip school. He'd give his right arm to skip school and he has". You remembered when Damon broke his arm and got out of a test. He was so happy getting out of school.

"Oh. That's not good. I'll talk to him once he gets home. It'll be alright. Don't worry".

"I'm his mom. I worry". Kevin kissed your cheek and you headed to your desk to start the day.

Soon your mom instincts were right something was up but not with your son.

"Hey Kev, Y/N where does Damon go to school"? Adam asked from his desk while on the phone.

"That all boys fancy school. I cant remember". Kevin tried to think.

"Carters prep. Why"? You asked with a chuckle.

"There was a call saying there's been a gun man seen on the premises".

You didnt think, you just ran down the stairs and to your car. The team and Kevin behind you racing to the school.

"Please let Damon be okay". You prayed as you drove up to the school entrance.

"What's going on"? You asked the on scene officer.

"Four kids are missing and there's a gun man wandering the halls. We have the place surrounded but haven't seen any gun. We tapped into the cameras but there's nothing out of the ordinary".

"Four kids missing is not out of the ordinary"? You scoffed. This guy must not have kids.

"They could be skipping or just hanging out in the bathroom. Joking around".

"Either way. We need to find those kids and the gun man". You ordered as Kevin came up behind you.

"You're going to want to see this". Kevin's voice sounded distraught and it worried you.

Following him to the computer where Adam was watching the camera's.

"What's going on"?

"Damon was seen being pulled into a classroom. He wasn't fighting back". Adam gulped. Damon was his little nephew and he couldn't bare to think about what may or may not have happened.

"We need to get there. I don't care if you send just me. But one way or another I'm going in there to get my son". The panic was sitting in as you spoke to Hank. He knew it too.

"Alright. We all go in. Jay, Adam and Antonio take the front. Kevin, Y/N and I will take the side while the others take the back. Got it"?

"Yes, sir".

"You okay"? Kevin pulled you aside.

"Not until I get our son out and know that he's safe". You walked away, holding back tears.

"Let's move in". Hank ordered.

Entering the school, it was quiet and seemed like a ghost town. It had a eerie feeling as you walked through the halls.

"Which room, mouse"? You asked over your ear piece.

"Room 321. Down the hall and to the left". Mouse reported back.

The three of you tip toed down the hall, getting almost at the corner.

"Guys incoming. Gun man or should I say gun kid standing at the door".

"Kids"? Hank repeated.

"Yeah, he's wearing a school uniform. Looks about 14. Maybe younger".

Hank haulted everyone. "Mouse is there another way to get to the room"?

"Go back down the hall and take a right. Then a left. Then another left. You'll cut him off".

"Alright. Kevin, you take that way and Y/N and I will give you a go when we're ready".

"Be safe". You told Kevin. He sent you a wink and headed down the hall.

"I'm here, Serg".

"Alright. On my count. One. Two Go".

Hank and you rushed to the door. The boy saw you coming and immediately dropped his gun on the floor. When he saw Kevin walk up with a gun he laid on the floor and started sobbing.

Kevin picked the boy up and handed him over to a uniform that came in.

"Is there any more in there with guns"? Kevin asked the boy.

"One more. We didnt mean anything by it. They said we could get in". He cried.

"Get in? Get in what"? You questioned.

"The gang. We were told that if we took over the school they'd let us join them. They gave us the guns. I didnt want to do but Marus said we had too".

"Marcus Turner"?

"Yeah".

The officer took the boy away from more questioning.

"Turner's recruiting boys from private schools now"? Hank scoffed.

"The kids on the streets know to stay away from him if they want to live to see tomorrow". Kevin replied.

"What's our son have to do with Turner"?

"He's has cops for parents. What's most street thing you can have in your crew? A kid that has cops as your parents. Its saying screw you".

"I'm going to kick that kids butt". You growled.

"Okay. Let's move in". Hank opened the door and there was Damon on the ground with two other boys while another stood there with a gun.

"Drop it now". Kevin ordered. You ran over to Damon.

"Are you okay"? You checked over him. He seemed fine.

"I'm alright. Have a headache". He groaned as he rubbed his head.

"What happened"? You asked the boys around him. While Kevin cuffed the boy with the gun.

"Damon didnt want to come so Jason smacked him with his gun and dragged him in here". One boy said.

"Okay, let's get you to an ambulance". You helped Damon up and got him out of the school to an awaiting ambulance.

"He may have a concussion. He needs to be looked over". The EMT said. You nodded and held Damon's hand.

"I'm sorry, mom".

"Theres no need to be sorry. You didnt know this was going to happen".

"I did".

"What"? You asked shocked.

"I knew they were coming with guns. But I thought they would chicken out because when Marcus gave them the guns Jason peed his pants. I didnt think they would do this. We were just joking about getting into the gang".

"Do you know what could have happened if they actually shot and killed someone? You could have prevented this by telling me or your dad. Damon I'm very disappointed in you. I put you in private school so you would stay away from drugs and gangs but you directly went to one and tried to get involved. This is not you". This was not your son and you couldnt believe that he was one of five causing this.

"I'm sorry mom. I really am". He cried.

"We have taught you from right and wrong. We taught you to never go near a gun. We told you about what drugs and people like Turner could do to you but you completely ignored it and now you're in a mess of trouble. There will be serious consequences for this and I hope Voight doesn't go easy on you".

"I'm sorry". He cried harder as they loaded him into the ambulance. Kevin came up behind you wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

"Did do go wrong with him"?

"No. We lead him in the right direction but peer pressure is more powerful than a parents love". Kevin held you tightly.

After Damon was checked out and seen that he was going to be okay. He was made to write an apology letter to the school and the community. Hank made him do community service with ex gang members. They told him about why they got out and why they wished they never got in. He washed all the police vehicles and helped out at the station never leaving your sight. Kevin and you kept a better eye on him and his so called friends.

[chockfullofsecrets]

Class 1-A vs. Tickle Might: Part 1

<< Prologue (in case you’re wondering what’s going on) :: Part 2 >>

(A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who offered their kind feedback, especially @gigglingknight ! 2.7k words and 4 kids - Mineta’s not getting back up again - down, 16 to go! Hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think - favorite scene, constructive criticism - your feedback will keep me awake at night to write part 2!)

The forty combined eyes of class 1-A were locked on All Might as he leapt gracefully from the wall of the training grounds, passing overhead and descending in a lazy arc into the mock city before them.

“He moves like a missile,” Momo said thoughtfully. “You would think such a big person would be less aerodynamic.”

Other students were less calm. “He’s gonna kill us all!” Mineta yelled. “I won’t get to enjoy my summer break at all!”

Hagakure clung to Ojiro’s arm. “Guys, I bet Aizawa-sensei sent him to beat us up before training camp. He probably thinks we won’t cause as much trouble if we’re all in full-body casts!”

Ojiro laughed, but he too was looking at the cluster of buildings in obvious dismay. “All Might’s the number one hero, he wouldn’t just indiscriminately fight us. I think.”

Even Aoyama’s sparkle was a little dimmed, his eyes wide in alarm behind his visor. “Mon dieu, didn’t you see what he did to Bakugou and Midoriya? His smile was as twinkling as ever, but… it was scary!”

“And he’s at full strength this time,” Satou added, his big lips pursed.

Those of them who were afraid edged closer to one other, clutching at armor and fabric and hands as if hoping they would fuse together into a single pro capable of taking on the Number One Hero. A select few, though, prepared to rally.

“It’ll be all right, guys!” Deku was smiling. Of course he was. “There’s a lot of us, and we have more experience using team attacks now! I’m sure we can impress All Might and Aizawa-sensei!”

Iida frowned. “Won’t it be easier for him to find us if we all stay in a group?”

“Maybe, but I feel safer with you guys!” Sero said.

“Yeah!”

“Let’s come up with a plan!”

A familiar snarl filled the air. “You extras can plan all you want!” Bakugou announced. “I’m going to face him head on! The only thing that would make me surrender is having to listen to you idiots for another minute!” He spun on his heel and stalked off, quickly disappearing behind the piles of concrete.

Kirishima grinned. “Guess I know what I’m doing, then.”

Mineta howled. “Just let him die! He’s really annoying! And if you get caught in the crossfire between him and All Might there’s no way you’ll survive.”

He shrugged. “Maybe, but I can’t just let him go in alone! And besides, what could be a manlier last sight on Earth than those two going at it?”

“I’ll come too,” Mina said, bouncing up and down on her toes. “I want to watch! And maybe I can get some surprise attacks in with my acid!”

The two of them headed off together after Bakugou, cheerily waving a goodbye to the rest of the group. Kaminari waved back at them like it was the last he would ever see of his two friends. Jirou scoffed and turned to look at the two planners left in their group. “Let’s call them the distraction, then… Momo, Midoriya, do you guys have any ideas?”

Bakugou’s arms throbbed inside his gauntlets.

The wounds from his finals match had been healed by Recovery Girl  - the old hag had been surprised that he’d been hurt so bad, even though Deku was in the next bed over with a shitty bruised spine, as if he wasn’t just as dedicated to winning even if it means shattering every bone in his damn arm – but the memory of just how much it hurt was still in there.

He almost wished Kirishima was here to guard his back. Shitty Hair could take a punch, at least. Maybe even one of All Might’s. But he didn’t need him to win. All he needed was the chance to get in one good blow of his own this time –

A sound behind him. He whirled around, one sweat-filled hand slinging behind him with even more force. As soon as he could see his target, he would –

Something closed around his wrist. A sudden jerking sensation as his arm was pulled upwards, and the explosion seared harmlessly into the air.

All Might was holding him suspended by one hand. Like a freaking ragdoll. “Ah, young hero! I might have expected you to come face me head-on.”

Instead of replying, he tried to blast the man with his other hand. It joined the other above his head just as quickly, held in that same massive grip. “What are you doing? DON’T RESTRAIN ME, YOU SHITTY – let me fight, old man!”

All Might propped his free hand on his hip. “A brave face, huh? You must really want a rematch. I think your sleeveless uniform’s really going to put you at a disadvantage in this round…”

He cocked his hand, fingers spread stiffly for a grab or chop, and Bakugou wasn’t afraid, he wasn’t, but that didn’t keep his body from flinching, a fruitless attempt to protect himself from the painful blow.

His captor paused. “Young Bakugou, are you – are you frightened of me?”

“No.”

He lowered his arm enough for Bakugou to get his feet on the ground – still up on his toes, but at least he wasn’t hanging there like a sack of meat. “My boy, I must say that I’m very sorry about the end of our last battle. I wouldn’t have stopped you so forcefully if I didn’t think you were about to seriously injure yourself.”

“I’m not fucking afraid, okay? Just hit me already so I can hit back.”

All Might looked unconvinced. “Ah, that’s… good, young hero! Such an indomitable spirit!” His smile grew impossibly wider. “Besides, you won’t come to any harm today!”

“Oh yeah? Then what the fuck are we here to do, talk each other into submission? And what do you mean, I’m at a disadvantage because my uniform doesn’t have sleeves?”

“Ah, yes.” All Might cocked his hand again. His fingers were wiggling this time, and somehow this spiked Bakugou’s apprehension in an entirely different way. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

He’d never put much thought into a costume redesign, but as All Might’s evil hands came in contact with his bare armpits he decided that he needed more armor. Immediately. “W-whahaHAT! THE HEHEHELL?!” His palms were sparking uselessly into the sky, face bent into a helpless grin, and shit he was glad that none of the others in his class were here right now.

It was a relief, almost, not to be thrust into another bloody fight with his hero, but that didn’t stop him from kicking and screaming bloody murder, still on his tiptoes as he strained for some leverage to protect himself. All Might was chuckling. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you smile, young Bakugou! A very good imitation of my trademark, but perhaps we can do better!”

“NOHO – nowecan’t – AHAHA!” His entire torso was helpless under the attack, and his face hurt from smiling so hard. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it anymore. “OKAY nonONO not thaHAT just fucking STOP I GIVE I GIVE!”

All Might let him down gently, giving one last triumphant laugh as he patted Bakugou on the back. “An admirable effort, my boy.”

“I didn’t even do anything,” he mumbled into the ground. Was he still grinning? He was, like an idiot. He was an idiot. This was terrible.

Footsteps skidded into the street. “Bakubro, we heard you screaming – laughing? – oh shit, he’s here-”

Bakugou forced his head up. Kirishima and Mina. They’d probably followed him in.

He snorted. “You’re next, morons. Better run if you’re ticklish.”

They’d worked three-quarters of the way through a plan involving Sero’s tape (just. So much tape), Tsuyu’s mucus secretion, and a titanium bondage set from Momo when an explosion roared through the air.

“Kacchan,” Deku gasped. His theory was confirmed when the explosion died down only to be replaced with cursing at only a slightly reduced volume. And then there was the screaming.

“Such darkness,” Tokoyami intoned. “It will swallow us all.”

The screams continued, Bakugou sounding truly desperate. “OKAY nonONO not thaHAT just fucking STOP I GIVE I GIVE!”

Mineta fainted.

The racket tapered off at last, All Might’s laugh echoing tinnily in their ears as they all shivered. “Do you think he’s still alive?” Uraraka whispered. “Man, this is scary.”

Deku’s mind raced. The other students were thinking frantically too, but he had two pieces of information that no one else knew.

The first: In all the videos he’d seen of All Might, he’d never heard of him making a villain beg for mercy. All Might preferred to harm the villains he captured as little as possible, making it easier to the police to detain them without having to provide medical treatment and having the added effect of minimizing property damage.

The second: He’d grown up with Kacchan, who had never been in the habit of screaming in anything other than rage. The only thing that had ever made him howl like that had happened when they were little, and it was – it was –

Oh.

“Midoriya’s about to faint,” Todoroki said.

“Deku?” Uraraka shook him. “What’s going on?”

He swallowed. “We need to split up and hide. Now.”

The class looked at each other in alarm. If even he couldn’t maintain his determination…

They were all going to die.

“We’re not going to die!” Mina gushed. “This is so fun! This is fantastic!”

She and Kirishima were sprinting away from All Might as fast as they could, taking corners at random in hopes that they would lose him. “Yeah, if we can make it back to the others, they’ll definitely be less scared!”

“Are you certain of that, young hero?”

They both skidded to a stop, but Kirishima still crashed into All Might’s massive chest and rebounded onto the ground. Mina shot past them both with a shriek. “All Might!”

The man crouched over him. “I was surprised not to find you with your friends, young Kirishima.”

“We were trying to find Bakugou,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “Mina and I are really bad with directions though, so we got lost until we heard him screaming.”

“It seems you arrived at the perfect time to become my next victim,” the hero intoned, and wow that smile was the most ominous thing he’d ever seen now.

“I – haha –“ Kirishima spluttered, before remembering that he had a quirk. “Ha!” he exclaimed, activating his quirk and feeling immensely relieved as his skin hardened to a rock-like texture. “There’s no way you can tickle me now!”

“It will be more difficult,” All Might mused. Suddenly, he yanked one of Kirishima’s boots off. “I wonder, do your palms and soles harden as well?”

Kirishima, who’d had his quirk for all of twelve years, suddenly couldn’t remember. He glanced frantically at one of his hands and mentally cheered. “Ah, they do.”

All Might frowned, as much as he could frown. “If all your skin hardens, it’s pretty surprising that you can move at all…” Taking Kirishima’s foot gently in his hand, he rotated it right and left. “If this works, then…”

Kirishima felt something brush against his ankle, and without thinking, snickered at the ticklish sensation.

All Might’s grin came back in full force. Hesitantly, Kirishima offered him a weak smile. “Uh… maybe I just have a really cool quirk… and tickling definitely won’t work on me?”

Turned out, his ankles were traitors. A few scratches from All Might and he was already giggling frantically, his other foot drumming against the ground as he tried to roll over and crawl away. Even worse, as he lost focus his quirk began to waver, and despite his effort of squeezing his eyes shut and trying to will the laughter away he could feel his protective shell softening around him.

“Not so tough now, young hero,” All Might teased, and Kirishima groaned internally at the joke as his torture became a thousand times worse. The soles of his feet, the soft skin behind his knees – even squeezing his calf produced a new wave of laughter from him.

He couldn’t take it. No wonder Bakugou had been collapsed on the ground. “Mihihina…. MINA, HELP!”

A pair of pink arms wound themselves around All Might’s neck – Mina, jumping on his back. “Hi! All Might-sensei, can I go next?”

The tickling eased up a little as All Might turned his head to smile at her. “You know, my girl, this is technically a test.”

She pouted. “I know, but… tickling! I already failed my practical anyway, so I’m sure I’ll have to take the remedial classes. I might as well relax and have some fun while I can instead of running! Right, Kirishima?”

Panting, he considered this situation. This was definitely more fun than a fight, and it was really nice after the nightmare of preparing for finals. “Heh… yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I can hardly refuse such a polite request,” All Might proclaimed grandly, “but first, I need to hear a surrender from young Kirishima here!” He reached a hand up to scratch at Kirishima’s ribcage, the boy squeaking as he tried to bat it away.

“I could help,” Mina offered slyly.

“No, yOU CAHAN’T!” Two pairs of hands hovered over him, Mina reaching over All Might’s shoulder with her evilest grin. “Wait, wait, I give!”

All Might roared with laughter, offering Kirishima a hearty embrace as he wobbled to his feet. “A smart decision! She’s very determined!”

He glared half-heartedly at Mina, shaking his head with a rueful grin. “I’m going to get you for this.” He turned to All Might. “Do we get to watch the others?”

“You do have to leave the training ground. However, your Aizawa-sensei’s in the evaluation room. If he permits you to enter, then you can watch with him!”

“Cool! I’ll see you there, Ashido.” He looked around. “Which way is the exit again?”

As he left, Mina prepared to jump off All Might and take off – she felt like running at least a little bit, after seeing how wrecked Kirishima looked. But before she could so much as loosen her grip, All Might spoke in a decidedly villainous voice. “Well, young Ashido, this means it’s your turn now.”

He grabbed her uniform and yanked, and the next thing she knew she had tumbled over his shoulder and straight into his arms with a surprised shout. He dropped to the ground, cross legged, and released her unceremoniously into his lap. “Wow, you move… really fast, sensei!”

All Might chuckled. Evilly. “You said you wanted to relax, young hero? Perhaps you’d like a massage?” His fingers dug into the muscle at the back of her shoulders, and she found herself squealing with laughter as they hunched up instinctively. “Hm… you don’t look very relaxed. Maybe a different technique?” Said technique was a light massaging of her ribcage that had her curled into a shaking ball, giggling her head off. “This seems a bit harsh… are you really having fun, young Ashido?”

“Yehehes!” she giggled, burying her head in his shoulder. “Lohots of fun!”

His breath stirred her hair as he huffed with laughter. “All right, then.” He continued happily, paying special attention to her neck when he discovered that tickling her there produced actual cackles. She lasted for nearly three minutes before slapping at his hands and gasping breathlessly for mercy.

All Might waited until she caught her breath to move, standing them up together. She jumped onto him once more, offering him a hug from the front this time. He returned it slowly, a little surprised but pleased nonetheless. “You’ve had your fun, young Ashido! I hope you’ll apply as much dedication to attaining mastery of your studies!”

“I will”, she promised, climbing to his shoulder and somersaulting off to the ground. “Thanks a lot, All Might-sensei! It’s really nice of you and Aizawa-sensei to do this for us!”

He had to point her in the direction of the exit as well. She left with a cheerful smile, and he smiled in return as he cracked his knuckles.

Time to find his next target.

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