#but she was laughing and said it super offhandedly so I was just like haha yea I know

[lyrical-panic]

Hello! So here's my request:

The 1-A girls including reader are having a girls night in one of their dorms playing Minecraft (teaching Momo how to play for the first time), giving out study tips, eating snacks and watching movies, etc... When their in a topic about their crushes and reader shyly tells them it is Tenya Iida... While the girls are shocked and ask a lot of questions why iida much to reader whos not really liking the questions, the girls decided to help reader out by setting both iida and reader on a date by grabbing readers phone and texting iida, much to readers protest and what the girls don't know is that the boys are having a boy night at the common room too and doing the exact same thing, helping iida out to finally ask reader on a date.

so yeah, haha that's all and you can add your own ideas there and can this be a oneshot? I also want to see the perspective of iida if that't possible? I hope this is okay? thank you!! ☺

Took a few liberties, included some personal touches, I’m really happy with how this came out and I hope you are too!

Risks

Masterlist

Weekend nights in Heights Alliance were arguably the best. 

Mr. Aizawa was more flexible about curfew on Friday and Saturday nights, so the class took those nights as opportunities to have slumber parties and late night get-togethers. 

This was one such night. You, Ochaco, Tsu, Momo, Toru and Kyoka had gone to Mina’s dorm room with snacks and games in hand. Your hostess had offered up her wide selection of video games and her Netflix, Hulu, and Disney+ accounts. Toru had even come through with an impressive assortment of face masks, nail polish, and hair accessories. Needless to say, everyone was more than set for a night of careless fun.

“Wait, how do I craft something?” Mom held her controller out to Kyoka, brows pinched together.

“This button, here,” she took the controller, demonstrating by crafting an axe.

Upon realization that Momo had next to no knowledge of Minecraft, the party had abandoned its Super Smash Bros. tournament in favor of showing her the ropes. You’d vowed to help her make a simple house by the end of the night.

“Pro tip: make sure you collect all the same type of wood.” You suggested, eyes focused on the white stripes you were attempting to paint onto Tsuyu’s light green nails with some success. 

“Yeah, unless it’s on purpose, like if you use a different wood for the roof or floor, it’s just gonna look like you hobbled it together in less than a minute.” Mina agreed, before promptly shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

Ochaco gasped playfully, swiping the bowl away. “Don’t eat all of it!”

“I’ll eat whatever I damn well please!” Mina retorted, making a grab for the snack as Ochaco floated it over to Toru.

“Okay guys, I can’t take it anymore.” The invisible girl grabbed the bowl out of the air. “We’re all together, hanging out with zero stress for the first time in months! Does anyone have anything juicy to share? Someone’s gotta have something!”

Kyoka rolled her eyes. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I didn’t come to gossip.”

“This class is a pretty tight-knit group, ribbit. Nothing really happens that we don’t all know about.” Tsu pointed out.

“Okay then. Crushes.” Mina prompted.

“What about them?” Momo asked.

“Who’s got ‘em?”

There was a moment of silence. You noticed how a few pairs of eyes flicked to Ochaco, who had gonna very red and very quiet. You sighed, musing to yourself about the things you did for friendship.

“I, uh, I kinda like Iida?”

You hated how you phrased it like a question. You hated how you mitigated the confession with the word “kinda”. You hated that silly, totally inadequate word “like”. Your feelings for Iida went beyond a simple crush. You’d had them for him for months now, you were long past the “like” phase. You were head-over-heels in love.

Toru gasped dramatically. “Really? Iida?”

Ochaco smiled at you, gratitude evident in her eyes. “You two would make a sweet couple.”

“What do you like about him?” Mina asked excitedly. “When did you fall for him? Are you gonna confess?”

“Take it easy,” Kyoka chuckled lightly.

You also laughed, albeit uneasily. You were beginning to regret not keeping your mouth shut. “Okay, I’ll take those one at a time. He’s kind and attentive, and he’s very loyal. I think I realized that I liked him a few weeks after the sports fest, and absolutely not.”

“Why don’t you want to tell him?” Momo asked, pursing her lips. “I think he’d appreciate the honesty.”

“Be that as it may, I don’t wanna make things weird between us or potentially ruin our friendship.” You explained “I don’t wanna jeopardize what we have now by confessing.”

“Plus, Iida doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who’s want to date someone, ribbit.” Tsu put in, examining her newly painted nails. “He’s very serious. He’d probably see it as a distraction, these are really pretty, (Y/N), thank you.”

You smiled weakly at your frog-like friend as Toru threw a piece of popcorn at her head. “Tsu!”

“No, she’s right.” You sighed heavily, motioning for the popcorn bowl, intending to drown your sorrows and maybe yourself in it.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” Momo patted your back sympathetically as she passed the bowl down. “I can’t imagine how frustrating it is.”

You hummed in agreement as you shoveled the snack into your mouth. “Whatever. It sucks, bur I’ll get over it.”

“Like hell you will!” Mina snapped “Ochaco: our romantically challenged friend’s phone, if you please?”

Ochaco dutifully and bemusedly took your phone from Mina’s bedside table and handed it over to her.

“What are you doing?” You questioned, suddenly on high alert.

You were ignored. Mina instead took your hand, and placed your thumb over the home button on your phone, unlocking it.

“Seriously, what are you doing?” Kyoka asked.

“Texting Iida.”

It took you a few seconds to process her words and what they meant. Once you had, though, you made a sudden grab for the phone. “Oh no you’re not!”

“Chillax, I’m not gonna send him anything embarrassing.” Mina swatted your hand away as she scooted safely out of your reach. “I’m just gonna suggest that you two go out sometime and heavily imply that it’ll be a date.”

“Now hold on,” Momo cut in, setting down her controller. “We shouldn’t be interfering. This is between (Y/N) and Iida.”

“Yeah, if (Y/N) wants to ask him out, they’ll do it themselves, ribbit.” Tsu chimed in.

Mina sighed, slumping. “I know you’re both right, but I can’t just let them wallow! Iida really likes you, (Y/N)!”

“Oh yeah?” You raised both eyebrows.

“Yeah! He’s a lot softer with you then with anyone else!”

“He does tend to let you get away with things,” Kyoka admitted. “Remember the other day when you were sitting on your desk? The guy didn’t even bat an eye.”

“He also seems like he talks to you more than he does the rest of us!” Toru pointed out.

“Plus he worries about you more than the rest of us!” Ochaco added on.

“He looks more relaxed around you.” Tsuyu threw in.

“Sometimes when we have class representative meetings, he’ll offhandedly mention you.” Momo reported thoughtfully. “He’ll tell me about something you said or did that he found funny or endearing. It’s actually pretty adorable the way he talks about you. It’s like his whole face lights up.”

You were quiet for a very long moment. It was too good to be true. You liked playing it safe. You kept your cards close to your chest until you were absolutely sure you had the wining hand. And if you’d learnt anything in your hero education, it was that sometimes you needed to take a risk.

“Can I have my phone, please?”

Mina tossed it to you. Without another word, you navigated to your messages, and typed something out quickly. Before you could reconsider, you took a risk.

You hit send.

. . . 

This isn’t actually all that bad.

When Kirishima and Kaminari had suggested a “boys’ night”, Tenya had been apprehensive at best. He was all for class bonding activities, but what was the point if it was only a fraction of their group?

“(L/N) and the girls are having a sleepover, so we may as well something ourselves.” Sero had pointed out.

Despite his skepticism, Tenya found himself thoroughly enjoying himself. After admitting he’d never seen a Marvel movie, Midoriya had immediately logged the common room TV into his Disney+ account and began the first ever 1-A Marvel movie marathon.

“Ugh, does this mean we have to watch Age of Ultron?” Ojiro groaned “That one sucks.”

“Yeah, but at some point I’m going to make Iida watch Wandavision.” Midoriya replied “Ultron is important to understanding it, sucky as it may be.”

“That’s not gonna be for a while if we’re watching every single Marvel movie, though.” Sato chuckled. 

“Yeah, we’re definitely gonna need more than one night for this shit,” Kaminari chortled “Wandavision not withstanding.”

Tenya smiled, not quite following but listening all the same. He suddenly felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

(L/N): Random question. Want to go out and get dinner tomorrow, just the two of us?

It was indeed a random question. He had no qualms about spending time with (L/N) though. Even if it was just the two us them. Especially if it’s just the two of us. Tenya quickly shook the thought away though, feeling he’s cheeks flare.

Me: That would be great! Do  you have a time and place in mind?

(L/N): Would 6 be ok? As for the place… would you be up for a surprise?

Tenya hesitated. Usually he’s say no. He liked everything to be perfectly planed to a T. But something about (L/N) made him want to be spontaneous. They made him want to take risks. So he decided to do precisely that. He threw caution into the wind as he sent his response.

Me: 6 is more than ok, and I’m always up for a surprise if it’s with you.

Tenya cringed immediately after hitting send. The instant regret was crushing and depressing. He wished he could be honest about his feelings, about (L/N) without overthinking every move he made.

Oh well. What’s done is done. He slipped his phone back into his pocket, praying you wouldn’t respond. However, his plea went ignored a minute later when he felt his phone vibrate yet again.

Biting back a groan, Tenya opened his texts, inwardly bracing himself.

(L/N): Awesome! I’ll meet you at 6 in the common room tomorrow, then. Can’t wait! ❤️

He gaped. That tiny red emoji wormed not his brain and burned itself behind his eyes until that was all he could see. He barely even registered the rest of the message.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Iida?” Kaminari, never one to understand personal space, leaned over to glance at the class rep’s phone phone before he could angle it away. “You sly little- IIDA HAS A DATE!”

“No I- that’s not- Kaminari!” Tenya sputtered incoherently, arms flailing. “That was entirely inappropriate. You shouldn’t look at other people’s devices without their permission. It’s rude, demeaning, and an invasion of privacy!”

“Forget that, what’s this about a date?” Sero leaned in on Kaminari’s other side.

“Iida and (L/N) were texting,” Kaminari announced “They asked him out to dinner, he said yes, and they send a heart emoji.”

“What color?” Aoyama demanded, squinting.

“Red.”

“Oh my,” Aoyama leaned back in his seat, a coy smirk playing across his lips.

Sero chuckled, leaning across Kaminari’s lap to pat Tenya on the arm. “You lucky bastard.”

The blue haired boy brushed his hand away, bristling. “Not that my personal activities are any of your concern, but it’s not a date. We’re just going to get something to eat.”

“I’m not an expert or anything, but I don’t think many people go out one-on-one for dinner if it’s platonic.” Midoriya pointed out. 

“Yeah, plus, that emoji says a lot.” Kirishima added “(L/N) clearly means this to be a date. If you don’t feel the same way about them, you need to tell them.”

“You don’t want to go on a date with (L/N)?” Todoroki asked, raising an eyebrow “I would’ve thought you’d be happy for an opportunity like that.”

“See! Even Todoroki can see you’ve got it bad for them!” Sato exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at the confused heterochromic boy.

Tenya ignored his overly-excited classmates. He flipped back through his conversation with (L/N), staring at every text until he’d inadvertently memorized them all.

Me: Is this a date?

. . .

“So much for subtly, I guess.” Kyoka remarked.

“Subtly gets you nowhere with Iida!” Ochaco insisted “You have to be upfront with him!”

“But I sent him a heart,” You groaned for the fourth time.

“Well, there’s no sense in bemoaning it now.” Momo reasoned.

“It was a calculated risk.” Toru admitted, an undercut of worry in her voice.

“A risk, huh?” You chuckled humorlessly “I seem to be taking a lot of those tonight.”

Ding!

Seven pairs of eyes darted to your overturned phone at the same moment. No one moved an inch.

“Well,” Tsu nudged you “are you going to look at it?”

You gulped, shakily taking the device. The girl’s gathered around you. As you opened your text messages.

Iida: Is this a date?

“No backing down now!” Ochaco squealed, gripping your shoulders tightly and shaking you.

“Go, go, go, go, go!” Mina bounced on her knees like it was a sporting event.

You took a deep breath, then texted back.

. . .

(L/N): That was the idea, lol. It doesn’t have to be if you don’t want it to be, tho

Tenya pursed his lips, showing the response to Midoriya.

“C’mon, Iida.” His friend chuckled lightly “Just tell them the truth.”

The truth. He did want it to be a date, but a simple “I want to go on a date with you” didn’t seem sufficient. It wouldn’t do justice to how he really felt.

Tenya had already taken a risk tonight, so what was one more? But knowing what he now knew about your feelings, it didn’t seem quite so scary anymore.

Me: I’d love nothing more than to go on a date with you, (L/N). Truth be told, I’ve wanted to for a while now, I just haven’t had the courage to ask you myself. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. ❤️

[multibug]

i'm out of my head and i know that you're scared (because hearts get broken)

chapters: 19/? (chapter one is a prelude from my love square fluff series and is included) words: 51,441 relationships: adrien agreste/marinette dupain-cheng, alya cesaire/nino lahiffe   tags: Alternate Universe - No Kwamis, Chatting & Messaging, Long-Distance Friendship, Identity Reveal, Slow Burn, Influencers, Aged-Up Character(s), Human Kwamis, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Lila Shakes Things Up summary: ren from ren and stimpy: think its the opposite u furry lookin ass

right chat: Rena, nooo!!

ren from ren and stimpy: rena yes

or, Adrien is a streamer on top of his modeling job, with the help of his long-distance friends Ladybug, Carapace, and Rena Rouge. Shenanigans ensue, and the masks they’ve hidden behind for years begins to break.

“You’re telling me that some bitch—”

Nino sputters out a mildly horrified laugh. “Alya!”

A strand of hair is tucked behind her ear by said snapback-clad boy and she huffs loudly. “What, Nino? It’s not as if I’m wrong. As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, she stole my identity?!”

A strand of hair is tucked behind her ear by said snapback-clad boy and she huffs loudly. “What, Nino? It’s not as if I’m wrong. As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, she stole my identity?!”

“Yeah, we only realized she wasn’t you when the two of you returned from your trip and messaged us,” Adrien supplies helplessly, shifting to tuck a leg under him. 

Alya gives both him and Marinette the stink eye, though Adrien’s sure it’s just a test if he knows her well enough. “How could you ever think someone like that was me?” 

“To be fair, Als,” Marinette starts off, voice gentle as she scooches closer to Adrien to lean against his arm. “We didn’t really get to talk to her. I tried messaging her on Discord and on Twitch, but she kept claiming she was busy anytime I reached out. I figured you were just upset over the breakup originally and needed your space, you know? I didn’t want to push it.” 

The redhead’s harsh exterior fades, and they’re left with a sad one instead. “Yeah, it’s just bizarre that she’d even want my account? Is she that obsessed with sunshine over here?” 

“Hey! Don’t say that.” Adrien’s cheeks flush a deep shade of red, which has Marinette pinching them. He grabs her hands and huffs. “Hey to you too!” 

Marinette’s laughter is contagious. “Hey, what’s up?” 

Alya raises an eyebrow in Marinette’s direction and leans in to whisper into her ear. Whatever Alya says has Marinette’s cheeks burning a bright shade of pink that travels to her neck and parts of her shoulders. She quickly removes her hands from Adrien’s, yet stays tucked against his side.

Both of them blinking over in Adrien’s direction has him believing it had something to do with him. 

“Whatever the case may be,” Adrien begins, flicking his hair out of his eyes. He’s not thinking about those last few seconds. Nope. “We need to be smart about this, Ren—Alya. She has your account right now and has all of our subscribers like putty in her hands.” 

“Adrien’s right. If we go about this the wrong way, they might think we’re lying, and we do not want for that to happen,” Nino chimes in, resting a reassuring hand on Alya’s shoulder as she begins to close in on herself. 

“It’s weird seeing you be reasonable,” Marinette comments idly, her hair splaying out over Adrien’s arm and shoulder. 

Nino hums. “Only when it’s needed.” 

“That’s a good way to live.” 

“Yeah, I try.” Nino flips his non-existent long hair over his shoulder. 

“So what do we do?” Alya’s voice is soft, nowhere near as confident as the girl they know. 

Marinette sends her a reassuring smile. “Max is working on getting the account back as we speak. Going through the conventional means won’t work, but if anyone can do it, it’s Max.”

“He said he’d call once he has the account back, so instead of sitting around all day like plebs, I’ve planned us a little adventure.” Nino’s lips curve into a smirk that excites Adrien. “Get dressed, lads and ladettes. We’ve places to be, things to see!” 

“Do you have any idea what he’s got planned?” Marinette asks both Adrien and Alya as Nino disappears into the guest room to supposedly finish getting ready. 

A light breeze travels in through the screen door of the balcony. It’s chillier than it’s been the last few days, though not nearly as cold as Paris is during this time of year. Birds still flock regularly on Marinette’s balcony, a few residing today with the leftovers of what she’d given them earlier. 

Adrien loves it here. 

(Marinette definitely isn’t the main reason, no. He wouldn’t admit it to himself if he was paid to.) 

“No idea,” Alya replies with a shrug, a far-off look in her eye. “I’m going to go get dressed.” As soon as the look had appeared, it vanished, and she follows Nino to change. 

“We have to keep an eye on her,” Marinette whispers, a bit too close to constitute a reasonable amount of personal space, but Adrien isn’t complaining. “I don’t like seeing her like this.” 

His heart warms at how caring she is. “You’re too nice, Bug. She’ll be okay, but we’ll be there for her if she needs us, okay?” 

He hopes his reassurance is enough to quell her worries. 

It does seem to be enough, and a huge smile breaks out on her face. “Thanks, Adrien. You’re the best.” She leaves him with a quick, slightly wet kiss on the cheek and scurries out of the room with a giggle, much to Adrien’s amusement. 

He raises his eyebrows with a smirk, shaking his head fondly. If that’s how she wants to play, then so be it. 

Game on.

— — — 

PANINI: gamers im taking the ladies out today if you guys want to come, let me know and i’ll dm you the details

Banana head: NINO, YOU IDIOT. I’M NOT A LADY. Who changed my name? I will end you.

chlo: rmbr u rmbr right?

Banana head: Chlo, I swear to all that is holy. Don’t tell that story. 

chlo: how much?

RENegade: is sHE ASKING FOR SEX???

marimba: SEX???????? wheRE?????

chlo: GOD NO I’M A LESBIAN WHAT THE FUCK

Kagami: Lesbian, huh? ;) 

chlo: kagami stfu is2g

Kagami: ;)

chlo: ANYWAYS how much money, adri

Banana head: You want another Louis Vuitton bag, don’t you?

chlo: IT’S THE NEWEST OF THE SEASON AND THEY WON’T LET ME HAVE IT

Banana head: Sigh. I’ll see what I can do. 

chlo: thanks bitch! you’re the bomb bomb dot com bomb diggity someone take away my phone

Alix: hey, @Carapace, what time are you guys going out? rose, juleka and i are about to see a movie but if it’s after that, we can meet up

PANINI: we were gonna head out before the rain hit so in like five minutes

Juls: drat we can just hang out another time then :( have fun guys!!!!

marimba: YOU TOO JULES I LOVE YOU BITCH

Juls: I AIN’T EVER GON STOP LOVING YOU

Alix: BITCH

Banana head: Best meme. 10/10. 

luka: how can you say that when the chicken nuggets meme exists

marimba: I ONLY HAVE 69 CENTS!! GOOD MEME!!!!!! 

luka: see even marinette knows

marimba: haha it has 69 in it haha haha ha 

Banana head: You’re such a child!!!! 

marimba: COMING FROM THE MAN WITH THE NAME BANANA HEAD WHERE’S CHLOE I’LL GET HER THE LOUIS VUITTON BAG IF IT MEANS HER TELLING THE STORY

Banana head: I’M KIDDING. I’M KIDDING!!!!

marimba: that’s what i thought :) 

PANIN(o)I: y’all better be ready we leaving now let’s GO 

RENegade: I’M COMING BITCH CHILLLLL

marimba: wITHOUT ME????

Adrien’s been ready for a bit, but he doesn’t mind waiting. 

He decided on wearing a pair of black jeans instead of shorts, just in case it rains while they’re out, and a black sweater with a thick jean jacket. His hair is a dark brown shade, still lightening at a slow rate, though he doesn’t mind it much at this shade. 

He wouldn’t dye it again to match, but he’ll let it fade as he’s enjoying the brunet life.

Marinette’s bedroom door squeaks open and she appears through the door, dressed and ready to go. 

And wow. No one should look that good, and she pulls it off so easily. 

Her bangs frame her face like curtains, her hair just past shoulder length from being straightened. Her bright blue eyes blink amusedly at him, lips arching into a smile.

The only makeup he spots is on her lips, a lip gloss that makes her lips look super kissable. “Problem, Agreste?” 

Laughter bubbles out of his lips, and he averts his eyes. “None, Dupain-Cheng. Just admiring your beauty, is all.” Lying won’t help his cause, so he might as well be honest. 

She rolls her eyes, hard enough to hurt, yet her cheeks give her away. “Sure, whatever you say!” 

His eyes flash over her attire. While she’s not dressed up by any means, the outfit she chose suits her so well. 

Wait. Is she trying to kill him?

With the impending rain and whether they’ll end up caught in the crossfire, she’s chosen a black baggy sweater, denim jeans with large holes around the knees with fishnet stockings underneath, and black old-skool vans. 

And to top it off, she’s wearing his merch. His Chat Noir sweater that’s completely black, with white lettering in the center that says, “I’m the Chat’s meow”. He hadn’t noticed at first, been too preoccupied with, er, other things—her lips—and he’d lie if he said his face didn’t get slightly hot at seeing her in person in his merch. 

“I thought you only bought the sweatpants, Bug?” He asks offhandedly, eyes averting from her for a second time. 

(He has no idea the nickname brings another bout of red to her cheeks.)

“Shut up or I will take it off right now—” 

“Oh, please d—”

She’s in front of him in a second, her hand firmly covering his mouth with a menacing look in her eyes. “Adrien Agreste, if you continue with that sentence, I will murder you and I won’t tell anyone where I hid your body—”

Adrien bursts out laughing the best he can, and it sounds so bizarre with her hand muffling it. His own hand finds her wrist and wraps around it, gently prying it away from his face. “Bug, please, you’re going to kill me!”

“You’re not wrong about that,” she affirms with her eyes narrowed. She allows him to keep hold of her wrist.

“I was kidding,” he murmurs, eyes locking with hers as he brings her wrist to his lips and presses a light kiss to her skin. With how close she is, he can feel her breath hitch, so he sends her his best smile. “I would never want to make you uncomfortable.” 

Marinette’s head tilts to the side, face softening. Her free hand finds his cheeks and she squeezes them gently. “You’ve never made me uncomfortable before, and you haven’t now. I was kidding as well.” 

His eyes brighten. “Oh, so that means you—”

“You’re absolutely hopeless!” Her forehead drops to his shoulder as she whines loudly. 

“There, there,” he says, hand wrapping around her to pat her back. “You’ll be okay, Bug, don’t worry. I’ve got you.” 

She’s warm, so warm against him that his jacket feels stifling, and he tugs her closer, enjoying—savoring this moment with her. He doesn’t have many days left in Nice, and he wants to cherish every second he can. 

There goes his heart again, pitter-pattering away, following hers like a lost puppy. 

If only she knew.

[queenangst]

I am TRYING to pick a scene from Secondhand for the commentary ask but there are just. All of it is my favorite. But I think maybe...the scene where Midoriya and Nana talk about going to fight villains, and the USJ attack?

me, rereading secondhand for this: wow i love this

i was going to start with just nana & izuku, but i’m so soft for nana & gran, so i included fighting villains like you asked with a little bit of that dynamic! so of course this is going to be a long one i hope no one minds, i couldn’t help myself.

let’s go

[Sorahiko] paused to look at Nana. "And you'll come, of course," he said, but it was half a question. From here, Midoriya couldn't see Sorahiko's face—almost pleading.

"I'll come, of course," Nana said softly to her friend. She turned back to smile at Midoriya. "Don't worry."

Nana and Sorahiko were partners, so this part is Sorahiko tentatively reaching out in this familiar-unfamiliar relationship. But of course Nana will go with them. The “don’t worry” is directed at both him and Izuku.

Midoriya finally started working again as they stepped through the door, and ran to catch up, bursting between the two of them. He apologized hastily, and then looked at both of them with wide eyes.

"Don't- worry?" He looked at Sorahiko, flippant, and Nana, who was used to this kind of thing. "Wait, wait, what do you mean, don't worry? We're going to, you're taking me to fight, villains?"

I thought the first line here was a little bit funny, like Izuku.exe had stopped working once he heard they were going to go seek out and fight villains. Obviously, as we see upcoming in this scene, Izuku has a very different definition of villains, so he sort of shut down for a second. 

He’s super incredulous, while Nana knows Sorahiko is just Like That. She’s not fazed at all, because they’ve known each other for years, and it’s certainly something he made Toshinori do.

His voice grew small on the word villains. He was scared.

Nana frowned at the look on his face.

"Have a little more courage than that," she said, patting him on the shoulder. He flinched, and she pulled back. "I mean— Sorahiko used to make Toshinori do it all the time, when they were training without me. And I used to take Toshinori on patrol with me when I could. It's good experience."

Here’s the part where Nana almost-disapproves a little bit. It’s okay to be scared as a hero, but because a large part of it is fighting villains, she doesn’t understand why Izuku has such a strong reaction. It actually concerns her, because right now it seems like he might not be brave enough. They don’t know each other very well, so I thought this was a reasonable reaction, especially with how important One for All is.

But Nana is also very attentive. 

"Villains?" Midoriya said again. It was like he'd gotten stuck on the word and was now circling it, tethered by a line. "Don't you think that's a little— I hardly have any control over— I mean..."

"That's why we're going with you," Nana said soothingly. "We'll make sure nothing goes disastrously wrong. Chin up."

On the other side, Nana knows a scared child when she sees one. She’s definitely a mom, and someone who cares, so after she tells him he shouldn’t be scared she also tries to reassure him that she and Sorahiko both will be there.

And a little peek of Izuku’s inner thoughts, as best as I can show them through Nana’s perspective. He’s freaking out a little.

"Villains," Midoriya mumbled. He wrung his hands together; he looked a little reassured by Nana's offer of safety, but not by much.

"Oh, get that look off your face," Sorahiko said, spinning around. "It won't be as bad as you think. You'll be fine—you might not be able to take me, but you can handle a crook or two. It's not like we're facing S-Rank villains."

Color returned to Midoriya's face. "Okay," he said quietly, and that was that.

Now, Sorahiko does know about USJ (of course), so after Nana only semi-succeeded at reassuring Izuku he finally gives up and just tells Izuku it’ll all be fine. No S-Ranks here. It’s the reassurance that he really needs. ‘Course, Sorahiko has to sound grumpy-old-man while doing it. 

She'd seen the way his brow had creased when Sorahiko had mentioned the villain classification ranks they all followed. Most villains, of course, tended to be on the lesser scale—petty crime using Quirks was much easier, but there was always going to be the villains lurking in the shadows. All for One, looming, the puppetmaster of a whole organization of crime that haunted the streets and back alleys of Japan. That crept its roots of corruption into every crack it could squeeze through.

She bit the inside of her cheek and closed off her expression.

A tiny bit of “worldbuilding” to slip in there, though this is more-so based off of what we already have in canon with the classification. Also, it makes sense to me that it would be common to have a lot of petty crime, such as the bag-snatcher or the thugs the League hired. People who don’t get to use their Quirks in the system and resort to crime, etc, etc, because the definition of villain is so loose. 

But then of course there are villains like All for One. Nana hates him. Deeply. So much that sometimes it frightens even her how angry she is, but she doesn’t want to show it in front of Izuku right now, so she closes herself off.

"I don't know about you," Sorahiko started, "well. I don't care what you do, but leave me alone."

He glanced at the time, then nodded to himself and disappeared. Nana laughed.

"I don't suppose you’re leaving me alone, too?" Midoriya asked, a little sullen, and Nana shook her head. She'd hardly done anything all morning.

Sorahiko just doesn’t care. He’s done with people younger than twenty for now. In case anyone was wondering, he went off to take a nap, leaving Izuku and Nana to their own devices. 

I just thought it would be a small light-hearted break in the somber tone of the conversation, before we go back to it.

"Would you," Midoriya began, then dropped his gaze. "Would you spar with me then?"

Nana shook her head.

"I shouldn't." She shrugged at his pleading look. "Sorahiko's right. You need a break before we go out tonight. You don't want to be in a real fight and be dead on your feet."

When Izuku asks, Nana doesn’t agree to spar with him. Here, it’s because she believes she’s not his teacher. His training should be Toshinori’s responsibility, and then Gran Torino because of the internship. Nana will help eventually, but to her, it’s not her main role in the relationship with Izuku. 

They walked to the kitchen together. "I still don't understand why we're going to go fight some villains," Midoriya said offhandedly. "I mean, getting experience, sure—all my other friends are doing some light patrols, I think, but seeking out a fight?"

"Sorahiko can't just train you for the rest of the, what is it, the week? You'll get too used to his fighting style, and you'll get stuck. It's better if you're out there experiencing things yourself."

"If you say so," Midoriya said. She didn't think she was meant to hear that.

A little more slight disagreement, though of course from misunderstanding. Izuku’s a little disrespectful at the end there (and even, a little hypocritical considering the way he gets himself into things) but his point stands - that he’s concerned about a pro hero sanctioning him to go seek out villains, rather than how other pro heroes might work by assigning interns to light patrol, learning about agencies, etc.

"Can I ask you something?" Nana leaned back against the counter and watched Midoriya fill a glass of water. He handed it to her, then took another one out, and she nodded in thanks.

"Uh-huh," Midoriya said, filling his own glass.

"Why did you react like that?" Nana asked. "When we were talking about villains earlier."

Midoriya's face darkened. He stared into his glass, like he was looking for an answer in the way the water distorted his vision.

"You don't have to say," Nana said. "I understand being scared of villains. Everyone's scared. But you seemed to have a..."

She didn't know how to describe it. But she'd seen that look before on a few faces—and she'd seen it on Shinroku's face, struck pale.

Like I said, Nana gets that villains are scary. Of course they are, but it is a hero’s job to face them. So she still doesn’t get why Izuku is acting like this, and why he’s so scared, to the point where it reminds her of her own mentor facing All for One. (Haha, fun reference, yeah? Successor facing successor and predecessor facing predecessor.) 

"I don't think you know much about Class 1-A, do you?" He peeked at her face. "I guess you wouldn't know. Er, well... earlier this year, when we- when we went to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, for training... the League of Villains attacked us. It was— bad."

"The League of Villains?"

The League didn’t exist, to Nana’s knowledge, and she’s basically been given the Cliff Notes on everything happening. So here’s the start of the explanation... she hasn’t had a chance to learn much about 1-A or USJ or the League.

"That's.. yes," Midoriya said, "and they weren't just a— I mean, it was planned. They targeted us specifically. And the Nomu... Shigaraki..."

"Shigaraki," Nana said. She couldn't say she'd heard the name before; actually it was entirely unfamiliar to her. "He's a villain?"

God, I’m terrible, truly. Haha. The mention of Shigaraki... just a little bit of dramatic irony here where we’re all like “he’s your grandson!!!! He’s your grandson!” and Nana does not recognize the name at all. And this sets up for later: the only identity Nana knows of Shigaraki is that he’s a villain.  

"The leader, I think," Midoriya said. He tugged his lip between his teeth. "He was directing the others. He gave orders. And he hurt— it was re- really bad."

What Izuku was going to say here was how badly Shigaraki and the Nomu hurt Aizawa, but he couldn’t get the words out. It was really bad. I mean, timeline wise, Aizawa only got his bandages off basically after the Sports Festival, so the memories are still very fresh.

He tipped his head back and drank from his water deeply so that he wouldn't have to keep talking. Nana paused. She hadn't expected that.

"You're a first-year student," she said. "You..."

And now Nana is absolutely horrified because he is a Baby, U.A. He’s a baby!

"They want to kill All Might," Midoriya said suddenly. He set down the glass, and it rang dully. Water sloshed against the side. He gripped the edge of the counter with both hands. "And they— it wasn't human, it was- it was- strong... I couldn't do anything!"

A chill ran down her spine as more and more of the story unraveled. A creature, barely human if at all, that Midoriya referred to as a Nomu. A creature that had been built to kill All Might.

And she’s even more horrified because that’s Her Baby. It does not matter that Toshinori is like, four decades older or so, because he’s still her boy and they were trying to kill him. Specifically. 

Good day slowly turning to bad day.

"He beat it," Midoriya told her, but he seemed less happy about it than she would have assumed. "But... it was a real threat. It withstood him at a hundred percent of One for All.

“And that- that leader, Shigaraki, he would have killed… ”

Nana set down her empty glass. She lifted a hand, then remembered the way he had flinched when she had put it to his shoulder earlier and dropped it again.

Shigaraki would have killed Aizawa, and Tsuyu, and probably him and his classmates, and All Might. 

Here, Nana assumes Izuku would be happier because of the victory, but Izuku really isn’t. All Might won but the Nomu was a real threat to him, and his time limit was already so dangerously low. Izuku remembers All Might pushing himself past his limit. 

And back to earlier, Nana notices Izuku’s reaction. She wants to comfort him, but she thinks he might flinch away if she does.

“I’m sorry,” she said, though it didn’t quite feel like enough. “You shouldn’t have had to go through that.”

He was a kid. Strong, yes. Smart, yes. But in the end, Midoriya was at most fourteen or fifteen—no one his age should have encountered and seen what he had just earlier this year. He was already carrying enough of a burden, she thought, the legacy of the number one hero and the heroes before him.

Not much to say about this part besides it reads as it is on the tin, you know?

Midoriya shrugged uncomfortably. “Anyway, that’s all.”

That's all, like it was fiction, just a tale recounted. Nana didn't feel it. Horror was coursing through her veins. She couldn't even imagine what it must have been like for him.

It was true Nana had lived a rough life, but she had never faced anything like that so young and almost alone.

Nana adopts a child again. I think USJ was a really sad event, too, of course it shouldn’t have happened. And it was a bunch of kids who wanted to be heroes suddenly thrust into an extremely dangerous and traumatizing situation, their teachers were dying, and they were split up and scared and very much in danger. 

I tried to express that too, how horrifying it is as someone who is older than Izuku, to try and treat such an event so casually as a way of dealing with it. Like it’s over, it’s done. But it’s really not.

She certainly has a hard time in life, but Nana sympathizes a lot because she’s never lived something like USJ. No one should have to.

"I'm sorry," she said again.

"It's over," Midoriya said. "Everyone lived, and recovered. So I'm grateful."

"It's good to be grateful," Nana murmured, bowing her head. Not everyone lived. Not everyone recovered.

And cut, here at least. Izuku doesn’t really want to talk about it too much more. He’s ready to move on from USJ, and get stronger... for himself, his classmates, and especially for All Might. And he really is grateful everyone came out alive though not unscathed. 

Not everyone lived, not everyone recovered. Tadao didn’t live, and Nana hasn’t recovered. 

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[Valentine's Day] Can I request a scenario for Koki, Ryota and Ken with the prompt alone together?

@blackfeliscatus Hope you don’t mind but we combined these two requests together. Hope you like it~!

- Mods nana & mari

Eto Koki(by mod nana)

Water splashed and spread across the ground as the two of you rushed to take shelter under the awning of a bus stop.

“[Name], are you alright?” Koki asked as you moved away from under his jacket.

“I’m fine. What about you, Kou?” you asked, fixing your hair and wiping some of the rainwater from your face.

“I’m fine too.” The blond idol replied with a courteous smile, shaking his jacket to get rid of the excess water before draping it over his arm. Sapphire hue watched the sheets of rain pouring down. “That really got us out of nowhere, didn’t it?”

You nodded, standing beside the young man as the two of you watched the downpour. “Why did it have to have to suddenly rain this hard in the middle of a date? And on Valentine’s Day too!” you whined, earning a soft chuckle from Koki.

“It doesn’t look like there’s any buses coming any time soon either.” Koki noted, looking from the bus schedule to the empty street. “I guess we’re stuck here for a while.” He made his way to the bench, patting the empty space beside him.

You closed your eyes with a sigh, taking a seat as the two of you waited for either a bus to arrive or the rain to stop. [E/c] hues wandered from the empty scenery to the taciturn youth.

His golden locks stuck to his face, a few drops of water still resting on them only to be scattered away once he shook his head. You traced a droplet as it travelled down his face, dropping off his chin onto the ground. A smile curled your lips at the way his brows furrowed while crystal-like azure eyes watched the relentless downpour—Koki’s lips pursed ever so slightly into a frown. No doubt he was worrying about the laundry drying.

It was only when he sent his gaze your way that you realized a laugh had escaped your mouth. You quickly covered it with a hand, shaking your head in reassurance. It was in that moment it finally dawned on you.

“K-Kou…” you called out, Koki giving a gentle hum in reply. “Th-There’s nobody else around, huh?”

“It looks like it…” he mused, looking around only to find the streets had been cleared of people because of the rain.

“W-We’re all alone together here…huh?” you asked, daring to scoot closer.

“Yeah.” The blond nodded as you inched closer some more.

“O-On V-Valentine’s Day, huh?” you muttered shyly, stretching out your pinky to loop it with his.

“…Y-Yeah.” Koki nodded, feeling a little bit bold as he hesitantly tangled his fingers with yours, the lightest of blushes dusting his cheeks as he pulled your closer. “I-It’s a little cold, isn’t it?”

“Y-You think so?” you asked, a shy smile on your features as you took in the sound of the rain, the petrichor that came with it and the warmth spreading from your intertwined hands. You closed your eyes, a short, surprised gasp bubbling past Koki’s lips as you pressed yourself closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder.

“It feels pretty warm to me.”

Sakuraba Ryota (by mod mari)

The library is, at most, a quiet place, aside from the occasional whispers, it was a peaceful and quiet place to read a book or study. For Ryo, it’s the place where it’s exactly that, a peaceful and quiet place for him to catch up on the novel he had been meaning to read. “Ryota-kun~” you sang in a whisper, as you greeted him by sitting down across him.

He looked up from his book, “[Name]…” he made a small sigh as he marked his page and closed his book, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t always come talk to you when there’s something I need,” you said wryly, “I just so happen to see you alone in the library.” At a time where most students were heading home as most of their classes were done, the library was nearly empty.

“And you should know that I wanted to be alone and read.” he countered with a small frown, but sighed nonetheless and apologized, “Sorry. That came out rude.”

You chuckled as you waved it off, “It’s fine. I interrupted you when you got to a good part, huh?”

He nodded, “So, what’re you doing here in the library?”

You teased, “To keep you company~”

He flinched as you saw a faint blush on his cheeks, “Stop joking around.”

You chuckled, “I won’t bother you.” you said, “So, you can continue where you left off.”

Ryo sighed, “Fine”

You grinned, “Yay~”

Minutes had passed and when Ryo had finished with the book, he saw that the sun had already set. He began to pack up his things and soon noticed that you were sleeping. He was engrossed with his book that he didn’t notice that you had fallen asleep and had also forgotten that you were with him.

“She really didn’t bother me the whole time I was reading…” he muttered to himself as he gently held your hand that was on the table. He looked at you fondly before he slightly flinched when he felt a grip on the hand he held. “You were awake,” he said.

“I just woke up.” you cheekily said, although he noted that you were still sleepy.

“Had a nice nap?”

You sleepily nodded, “Was it a good read?”

He smiled, “Yeah. Come on, I’ll walk you home.” he stood up, and with his hand still holding yours, he lightly tugged it to make you stand up from your chair.

As you two were about to exit the library, you realized something and stopped walking, “Ah.”

“Hm?”

You took something from your bag, “Happy Valentine’s,” you greeted as you handed him a box of homemade chocolates.

Ryo stared at you in surprise before gratefully accepting it, “Thank you, [Name].” 

You grinned, “No problem~”

He took your hand, tugging it to have you move closer and whispered, “And thanks for keeping me company,” as he kissed your forehead.

Yaegashi Kensuke(by mod nana)

“Wow, I’m amazed how fast thisplace got cleared!” The indigo-haired youth marveled at the empty aquarium,looking around the numerous fish tanks and the creatures that lived withinthem. “I know it’s a dolphin show but did they really have to rush this fast?”he let out a short chuckle, stopping in front of a tank.

“I guess you should hurry if youwant good seats but yeah, everyone practically raced to go upstairs.” You laughed,joining the idol.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna seethe show too, [Name]? I heard the dolphins here do really amazing tricks.”Kensuke asked, turning his head to face you. “It’s Valentine’s, after all.Shouldn’t we do something special?”

You hummed in thought for a bit,shaking your head with a smile.

“Nah, I don’t think I can handle being in themiddle of such a big crowd. Especially if someone notices you there.” You gavea wry chuckle at the thought of Growth fans swarming the place if they found outYaegashi Kensuke himself was at the aquarium. “And besides, we wouldn’t get achance to be alone together like this if we went up there.” You mused, takinghis hand into yours.

“[Name]…” He breathed, the usualsmile returning to his face with an energetic nod. “You’re right! We finallyget to be alone together, after all.” He squeezed your hand to which you letout a giggle.

“You’re handling this better thanI thought.” You gave a cheeky grin at his flushed cheeks.

“I-I can handle it now! We’ve beengoing out for this long!” Kensuke retorted, pursing his lips into a pout atyour laughter. His expression soon softened, beryl-blue eyes sparkling at oneof the displays.

“Ahh that one!” he led you closer. “Haha it looks just likeMamoru!”

“Like Mamoru-san? This sunfish?”you blinked in confusion at the rather languid looking fish floating about inthe water.

“Ahhh, I guess you haven’t seenhim like this yet.” Kensuke chuckled. “He makes the exact same face after hebarely manages to finish a song before the deadline. Sometimes when he’s hit a slump for days too.”

“Really?” you giggled, trying toimagine the sight.

“Yeah!” He nodded, the two of youwandering around the aquarium to look at the rest of the underwater creatureson display while occasionally making comparisons between them to people youknew.

“So which one am I?” you askedoffhandedly, gazing at a jellyfish dance around in the water.

“You? Hmm…” he placed a hand tohis chin, a playful grin spreading across his face. “A Puffer Fish!”

“Wha—rude!” you gasped, earning a chuckle from the young singer.

“I’m kidding! It’s a joke. …Kinda.”He coughed the last bit into his fist, biting his cheeks in an attempt to stophimself from saying how he thought your expression was an exact match to thefish whenever you got angry.

You frowned at his comment, Kensuke’ssmile soon reflected on your face too as the two of you began laughing.

“Ahh, it’s been a while since wegot to mess around like this!” the teal-eyed idol mused, gently tugging yourhand to pull you into a hug. “Work is super fun but I missed you, [Name].” hewhispered, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as you returned his hug.

“I missed you too, Ken.” You replied,Kensuke standing straight to meet you again for a kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

[bsd-hq-writer]

I hEaRd U wRiTe BnHa... request for a gal that can invoque a Golem (made of whatever is surrounding her) that copies her movements. She's in 1-A, wanting to be a hero. But she's also an artist. Would fall for Hitoshi (cuz she's kind af, tho pretty smart and fun), Todoroki or Midoriya. Kissus! SZ

This is a great request, and I had a great time filling it! I went pure fluff with this one and I one-hundred percent did it with Hitoshi, cause this tired boy needs more love! ~Admin Ghost

Metal was great, there was never enough metal around and it always made your golems harder hitting as you directed them through the fight. Today’s one on one battles had you matched up against Sato, who had already taken down a couple of your golems, but you had kept them small enough that you still had the energy to make a couple more. The rubble of the battleground was great because you didn’t have to expend as much energy to break the materials up and assemble them into a golem, but finding good material was harder. Bricks were decent for structure, but not very durable, metal was much stronger but heavier to move, and concrete was plentiful, but again it wasn’t super durable either.

Sato rounded the corner of another building, already raging through another round of his sugar rush and despite the cuts he was covered with, from the glass fisted golem you used before this one, he was still going full steam. You got yourself into a fighting stance and your golem copied you. Every move you made was made by the golem, and it stayed at the exact distance from you that it was created at, like a puppet. You let Sato get closer before throwing your golem at him, the first punch was a write-off as he smashed right through it, but the second fist came immediately after, sending a swift uppercut into his jaw using a chunk of an I-beam you’d used some extra energy to detach. He bellowed and you let the broken arm batter him again in order to give you another opening to smash him with the metal fist. He was ready as he sent a flurry of punches directed at the shoulders of your golem and you instantly regretted not reinforcing those. You, however, didn’t regret putting another chunk of that beam into the golems foot as you smashed Sato right in the chest and knocked him flat.

In the end, you won due to the fact you could keep yourself relatively well hidden as not to get captured before you managed to score a knock out blow with a condensed Golem. Yet Aizawa still managed to find something to criticize.“With your position as hidden as it was, you could have held off on sending your golems out to fight, sometimes the best method of defense is to wait out your opponent, let them tire themselves looking for you, instead of wasting energy,” he lectured you tiredly, “but you still won, so you pass, you can leave now,”

Getting let out early was a relief since Aizawa was doing some personal matchups, he had agreed to let people go as they finished their fights. Honestly, some of them were clearly for one person’s benefit, but her’s had seemed rather mediocre, more of a battle of stamina between the two of them.

“If you think much harder, I wouldn’t be surprised if you started muttering,” a voice broke you from your train of thought.

“Oh geez, Shinsou, you startled me,” you let out the breath you had sucked in, “Want to got sit out on the lawn again? I got let out early,” you offered quickly. Shinsou had caught your eye in the sports festival, though he’d done it for a very different reason than anyone else. “What so I can lie around and let you drawn me some more?” he chuckled, “I’m not sure what to make of being your only model,” “You’re not-” you stopped mid-sentence as Shinsou’s quirk took hold and at his command, you spoke the truth, “You’re the only model in this sketchbook,- Geez, Shinsou!”

“Haha, it’s not like I didn’t already know, but hearing it from your mouth makes me feel somewhat better,” he chuckled as you punched his arm. He flinched but it was all show, he had been training lately, still making his bid for the hero course.

That had sparked a minor animosity between the both of you, a spot had been freed up in the hero course and you had been the general studies student picked to fill the hole. Not that you knew Shinsou much, other than from when the general studies classes got together, but he had really stood out in the sports festival, something you had missed due to an unfortunate bout of the flu. Even still you had been training hard and when the spot opened you didn’t hesitate to put your name forward. The day it was announced, and you earned a few glares, but none more spine-chilling than Shinsou’s.

A week after your transfer he caught you in the library watching footage from the sports festival and sketching him idly. He hadn’t actually told you that until you became friends, but by then you had filled half the sketchbook, he just accepted it. It took him a while to convince you he didn’t care, but after a while, you just started asking him when you wanted to draw.

“So how come I never see any of these drawings in the student gallery?” Shinsou asked idly as you drew him up in a tree that you insisted was perfect for some perspective sketches.

“Cause I mostly sculpt, you know with my quirk?” you said offhandedly, “I figured out I can half make my golems short of fusing their movements to mine,”

“Those are yours?!” Shinsou gasped.

You didn’t stop sketching, but there was a blush creeping up your face, “Yeah, I thought you knew,”

“No way!” He jumped out of the tree down to where you sat, “Which ones?!”

“The dragon and the swan are the two I have on display right now,” You fidget with your hands. You submitted your pieces anonymously and yet you found yourself telling Shinsou outright, you wondered if he was using his quirk again, but at the same time maybe you had just wanted to admit it to someone other than Midnight, who managed the art displays.

“I saw the swan go up and I was instantly taken by fascination and when I found it was anonymous it drove me crazy because…” he seemed to reign in his excitement at the last moment, “It’s fine, you have your reasons,”

“Shinsou…” you sighed. He looked really conflicted like he also wanted to admit something. He was a pretty private person after, and you seemed to realise just how close you two had grown in the past months.

“You can continue, I don’t mind, cause I know you,” You prompted him and he looked up into your eyes, slightly taken aback at your soft tone.

“I,” he cleared his throat nervously, “I thought it was so beautiful, but so deadly at the same time. The glass you used, the jagged edges, really made it meaningful. Swans are an icon of beauty, but at the same time are the most ill-tempered birds. Its such a powerful parallel, and glass reflects that, literally and figuratively. Glass shards are deadly, but at the same time they refract the light cast down on them into such wonderful patterns littered with tiny rainbows,” He began to ramble, “And the way the lights are set up its absolutely glittering, I couldn’t believe it was just broken glass,”

You couldn’t believe the way his eyes were basically shining, he genuinely loved it and you felt your heart swell, “I didn’t even think anyone would look that closely, the lighting is part of the sculpture, Midnight helped me set it up just right,”

“I had to spend a while looking at it from all angles, and I was amazed at just how much the perspective changes,” Shinsou took your hand in his and shook it, “I’m glad it was your art, because-”

You waited a moment for him to continue but he didn’t, “What is it? You can be honest,”

“Because it reminds me of you,” Shinsou said quietly, “Beautiful,”

That sent the blush that had been creeping up your face straight to your ears and your voice came out as a sputter of sounds. That drew a laugh from Shinsou that surprised you. He wasn’t the kind of guy to just burst out laughing, but here he was laughing at your nervousness so openly.

“I shouldn’t laugh, sorry,” He said after he regained composure.

“It’s fine,” you cut in before he could say more to embarrass you, “I like the sound of it, your laugh I mean,”

It was Shinsou’s turn to be surprised, and you didn’t miss the way his face changed colour before he put you under his quirk’s control.“Just stand still for a moment,” he told you as you froze in place obediently, even though you wanted to berate him for using his quirk now of all times, “Jeez, this isn’t exactly how I wanted to confess, but I can’t really see a way around it now,” You felt his control slip as he settled his hands lightly on your arms, squeezing them slightly before letting them slide down to link your hands.“I don’t really think I want a way out, do you?” You hummed looking up at him, sharing a moment of eye contact before his gaze fell again to your hands clasped together warmly.

“No, I like this,” he nodded slowly. It looked to you like he was waking up from a long sleep and you itched to be able to draw this moment so you could keep it forever, but you couldn’t bring yourself to scratch that itch, especially when he stepped closer, closing the space between you and slipping his hands around your waist, still holding you gently as if you were made of the same glass you used for your sculpture.

“I won’t break,” you let yourself press closer, your faces centimetres apart, “Will you?” you almost whispered as his head seemed to drift closer to yours.

You always imagined your first kiss would be explosive, full of sparks and fire. That had seemed like the perfect first kiss, the one all the girls at your middle school had raved about having behind the gym or in a supply closet, not that you’d really believe these girls really had liked the boys that much as the declarations came with a scoff and an inevitable denial.

This was different. This was perfect. You barely registered when your lips met, but suddenly he was so close and it was gentle and warm. This was a boy you genuinely liked, holding you and kissing you, somehow able to express himself so thoroughly with such a small gesture.

“Shinsou,” you sighed as you broke apart but when he shook his head, you had to smile and fix your error, “Hitoshi,”“F/N” he grinned, clearly satisfied with the situation at hand.

[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

I've been waiting for this moment😆 ok so a scenario with (character of your choice) and their s/o which is a gamer teases them for being really bad at games then start to fake being upset so their s/o would take care of them trying to cheer them up

Omg hahahaha My sister used to do this with me and my dad when we were growing up! She would get SO mad when she’d lose, and she’d pout and my sister is literally a cutie demon so when we’d feel bad she’d take advantage and immediately demolish us in whatever we were playing haha… aaaahhh… She’s irritating now lol Thanks for the trip down memory lane! - Admin Satori

Tanaka Ryuunosuke:

“AHHHHH! No no! That way, no! It’s not- Wha-?I don’t have any more- Ah!”

While the noise coming from your irritated boyfriend was very loud, you only smiled as you continued to read your book, your ankles crossed in the air behind you while you lie on your stomach in the middle of the bed. Tanaka threw down his hands on the bed as his game ended and let out a loud groan of defeat. “Aw, Baby, you’ll get them next time.” You encouraged offhandedly, having pulled the enthusiasm from a metaphorical hat of ‘cheer ons’ you kept specifically for moments like this.

Tanaka smiled fiercely, picking up the controller once more before pressing start, “This one’s for you, ____! I’m gonna beat the enemy!”

You bit your bottom lip to hide your amused smile. He’d lose again, you were sure, but then the cycle would repeat itself and continue to entertain you - at least until he grew tired of losing and came to you for comfort.

And just as you’d known, Tanaka was tossing his controller on the floor and crossing his arms as he glared at the TV in front of him. “This game is RIGGED!” The decreasing of pressure on the bed made you look up from your book - Tanaka had gotten up to turn off the TV, his eyebrows furrowed in his irritation at not being able to win a single match! Not even one! Not even in your blessed name!

“Don’t blame the Game, baby.” Your eyes flickered back to your book as Tanaka turned on his heel to regard you. You’d just barely hidden your smile when he’d turned, so you were unsure if he’d noticed your having fun at his misery.

Tanaka pouted, “Then who do I blame, _____? I did all my secret moves and it still didn’t work! Obviously there’s some sorta secret club that’s against me and block all my cool tricks in the game!”

A snicker escaped from your lips, “Obviously. Of course.” You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, “You sure it’s not the player itself that’s the cause of the problem?” A smile curled your lips causing a fire to explode in his heart - Goddamn how he loved your smile.

But he couldn’t focus on his love for you in this moment. You were calling him out. Calling out his dedication to winning!

“Oh? Are you saying I made myself fail?”

“No, Baby, I’m saying you suck at games.”

So blunt! Tanaka almost choked on his breath, “I-I DO NOT!” You snorted and lowered your face into the inward spine of your book, glancing up at him over the front and back cover. Just the sight of you peeking at him made his heart start hammering against his ribcage - Goddamn he was so lucky! His eyes glanced back at the console he’d just turned off, then back at you, “If you think I’m so bad - Let’s see how worse off you are!” He grabbed at the controller he’d just put away in a huff.

You whined and turned to lay on your back, “Noooooo~ I don’t want to make you feel worse than you already do~.” You stared at him from the corner of your eye, a wide smile pulling your lips when you saw the disbelief wash over his expression at your taunt. “Baby, you and I both know that ANYTHING you can do, I can do BETTER.” Now your smile turned into a confident smirk, and the beating in Tanaka’s chest started to warm, getting hotter and hotter with every smile, smirk, glance, stare you gave him. Fuck, was he a lucky man!

“Aw, come on, _______, I’m not THAT bad at things, am I?”

“Are you implying that when I say “better” it really means “moderately bad”?” You sat up suddenly, squinting at him, feeling your own excitement bubbling under your skin. Challenges in your household, with your boyfriend, usually meant hot sex for the winner. And since you were both winners the moment you saw each other, then there was no downside to taking up this challenge he was putting down!

Tanaka smirked dangerously, and the sight of it made a chill shoot down your spine in anticipation, “Hey, you said it - Not me.” You huffed and crawled to the edge of the bed, crossing your legs under you and grabbing the controller he’d pulled from the TV stand. “So it’s a challenge then?”

You sent him a quick glare, “Well yeah! I can’t have you disrespecting my honor!”

He laughed loudly and leaned his shoulder against yours as he sat down next to you, “I would NEVER call your honor into question, my Queen!”

This is super short and way off prompt and probably off character, but I really like it… and I hope you do too!

[themusicalhermit]

Oh wow that was fast hahaha! Thank you so much now I get it! And good luck with all your writing. Actually, I was going to request a Junkratxf!reader fic, inspired from your OC’s relationship with Junkrat so I want to keep it that way I guess hahaha.. how would junkrat react to your OC getting super handsy when she’s drunk and he’s trying real hard to resist? Could be NSFW unless you’re not comfortable with it!

:) I just happened to be online at the time and had sudden anxiety over not being clear in my stories. I’ve made up for it by being late with this! Also, you essentially requested fanfiction of a fanfiction from the author of the fanfiction. That is hilarious. :)

What follows is not canon to The Mountain but I had fun practising a bit for things I’ve got planned. ;) 

Also, I am a wordy bastard and stubbornly refuse to admit this isn’t very short.

Drunk!TheMountain!Reader x Junkrat; “Try And Resist” (NSFW)

You were drunk. You shouldn’t have raided the small treasure trove of alcohol, but you did. You had wanted to relax a bit after another long day. And now you were! Relaxed, that is. So, that’s a win.

Your head felt simultaneously too heavy and too light as you stumbled about, thinking offhandedly that this was like swimming through air. Which makes sense! Obviously air is a material you swim through daily. It’s just not described as such because of reasons you couldn’t bring yourself to care about right now.

You should tell Jamis- Jamie - he can swim. Just through air instead of water.

You laughed at his pinched, confused expression, reaching down to pat him on the cheek. “C’mon, it’s funny,” you whined, clutching his jaw and pursing his lips between your forefinger and thumb.

His eyes (his beautiful hazel eyes of gold) blinked up from where he sat and then narrowed. He breathed in deeply, brow furrowing as his nose wrinkled at the smell of your breath.

“You’re right pissed up, ain’t ya,” Jamie said, moving up to catch your wrist and pull it away from his face.

You gasped, reeling back and covering your mouth with a flat palm. “Wha- no! I’m not angry.”

“Pissed up means sozed, babe,” he said.

Your dramatic reel back was apparently over-dramatic. This became clear to you as you started to fall over backwards. Jamie chuckled as he tugged your arm to right you. Instead you fell into his lap, obviously too drunk to stay upright.

Obviously. You totally hadn’t done that on purpose.

He squawked in surprise all the same as your arms went to wrap about his neck, your head nuzzling into his neck.

You hummed, lips pursed in thought against his collarbone. “You just defi- defined a slang word with another one. That’s not fair,” you slurred as you tilted up to stare into his eyes once more. All other thoughts flew out of your head. “Oh, I’m not sure what I should do with you now.”

Jamie laughed. “Yanno what, I was thinking the exact same thing. Haha! Well, I’ve got a few ideas…”

That piqued your interest. That piqued your interest hard.

“Oh?” You bit your lip, moving closer and straddling his lap. He gulped as you leant down to brush your lips against his. “And what… ideas do you have?”

If his hands clutched your hips any tighter they were sure to leave marks, the tiny sober part of your brain said. The rest of your brain shouted that that was fine; if anything he should make more.

Jamie was almost shaking under your arms, staring with blatant want at your slightly parted lips. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured as he moved closer.

His lips caught yours loosely for a split second before he started giggling and moved back, sporting another conflicted look.

You weren’t having any of that, though, and followed him. “C’mon, Jamie, I want this,” you whined.

When he tried to speak next, his voice cut off in a moan as you nibbled on his lower lip, pulling at it. He gulped and managed to push you away a few centimetres. “Y-you never call me Jamie,” he said, one hand smoothing up your side. “You’re drunk.”

You giggled, pressing your forehead into his shoulder as you did so. “No I’m not,” you protested in a sing-song voice as you shot back up, almost clipping his chin with your head. “I’m tipsy.”

His heated glare was your only warning before he stood up, holding you with one arm under your knees and the other under your shoulders. “So, drunk.”

“No,” you whined, “just, just mostly drunk. There is a difference.” His disbelieving snort dismissed your complaint almost before you’d finished it.

Your arms were still about his neck and, as he walked through the cabin you had taken shelter in for the night, you used this fact in the best way possible. This way of course being to lift yourself up and continue trying to kiss him.

“You know you’re a good kisser,” you murmured against his lips. “I bet you’re good in bed, too.”

Breathing in harshly through his nose, Jamie tore his mouth away from yours with a groan. “Turn it up,” he spit out through clenched teeth. “I’m already on me last leg here.”

“Turn it up,” you asked. “Does that mean I need to try harder to seduce you? Because I can.”

Jamie’s answer, whatever it was going to be, ended in a strangled moan as you leant in to lick his neck.

“Bloody hell, ain’t you hot for it when shit-faced,” Jamie said as he entered the bedroom, chuckling slightly as he moved to toss you over his shoulder instead. “Too bad for you that I’ve got too much experience with this kinda stuff.”

“What’s that supposed to mean,” you whined.

“Means I ain’t gonna smash your back out if I’m not sure you’ll remember it. Don’t wanna deal with any screaming in the morning and then you ignoring me ‘till fuck knows.” He chuckled again as he threw you on the bed. “But fuck me if this ain’t something right the fuck outta me dreams.”

You bounced once, sending dust flying, and the world seemed to dance as your eyes lost focus for a moment.

“I’ll be able to remember,” you said. The confident words were undone slightly as you slurred and flipped unsteadily to your knees. Your hands shot to his belts, tugging him closer as you fumbled at the clasps. “I’ve thought about this a lot, Jamie.”

The man in question groaned with desire again, hands coming up and hovering a few centimetres from your head as he stared down at you with hooded eyes. But then shook himself and, slapping your hands away, said “That’s bonzer, love. Now, why don’t you just stay here —” He caught your wrists and pressed them into the mattress “— while’s I go get something what you really need, okay?”

You hummed, putting on a pensive facade. Jamie’s darkened eyes flickered over your face distractedly, and you took the initiative to place a peck on his lips. He shuddered and moved into the kiss fervidly. Then you bit him, earning a whine that left you laughing drunkenly.

With that he moved away as if you had burned him and took two steps back, hands cupping over his lower face in a praying position. “I need, no, y-you need,” he stammered. Pausing, he looked away as he bit his tongue. Closing his eyes as he held his hands out flat, he said, “I need to go get you something. Don’t move.”

You giggled, recapturing his attention. Licking your lips, you laid on your back in a slow sprawl. The heat in his eyes rose as you stretched across the bed, stroking your hands up your sides before stretching them above your head. Smiling up at him, you noted his teeth were digging into his lower lip as his hands clenched repeatedly by his sides.

“Alright,” you laughed, waving him off. “I’ll be waiting.”

He disappeared from sight like a shot, peg leg clanking as he ran. You were dimly aware of the door opening and slamming shut, but didn’t focus on that too much. You sang to yourself snippets of your favourite songs, waving your hands through the air and marvelling at how graceful they seemed in the still free-whirling room.

You let them fall back to your stomach with a small thud. Where was Jamie? You wanted to fuck him, and were finally unafraid to admit it.

The sober part of your brain shouted out a list of warnings before you drunkenly shushed yourself, the noise echoing through the room. You chuckled, fingers trailing up and down your stomach as you imagined Jamie coming back with something fun (and sexy). And then fucking you.

You yawned, blinking at the wooden rafters above. He was taking a while. Maybe he had forgotten? Or maybe this was one of his ideas - leave you wanting in revenge or something. Maybe to heighten the need? Did he have the patience for it? You didn’t think so.

Suddenly Jamie reappeared, clutching a water bottle in both hands. You fought to sit up, smiling at him and twirling a finger on the blankets beneath you. “Jamie,” you exclaimed. “You’re back! I thought you’d left!”

“Holy bloody fuck,” he muttered to himself, one hand shaking as it ran through his sparse hair. You smiled again, eyes flicking to the tenting fabric of his trousers. You licked your lips and laughed quietly when he flinched, following the movement of your tongue.

Then his other hand thrust the water bottle towards you as he averted his gaze. “H-here, darl. Drink this.”

Scrambling to your knees again, you caught his hand against the water bottle as you drank. His attention shot back to you, watching your half-lidded expression expression with wide and dark eyes. You took several long sips before leaning back to declare “This is just water.”

“Y-yeah,” Jamie tittered. “W-well, whadidya expect? More grog?”

You laughed, remembering an old film. “What are you, an orc,” you questioned as you fell back, rolling about in mirth.

Jamie’s laugh was stilted. “I don’t know what an orc is,” he said as he sat to your left, carefully avoiding touching you as he held the water bottle in your line of sight. “But I do know ya need to finish this ‘fore ya go ta sleep.”

“Will you be sleeping with me again,” you purred, rolling over on your stomach and pressing up against his leg like a giant cat. “I’m feeling a bit cold.”

Jamie froze, staring down at you with an expression bordering on shock. “No, darl,” he said, voice hoarse. He coughed to clear his throat before continuing. “No, you’re pissed up. Sozed. Drunk. It wou-wouldn’t be right.”

“Shit, dude,” you whined, flipping to your back again on the hard mattress and rubbing a hand along his lower back, feeling the muscles stiffen under your touch. “You’re picking a weird time to play the gentleman.”

He laughter was low and dark as he turned to hover over you, supporting his weight over you with one hand above your head and holding the water bottle to your lips with the other. “I ain’t being a gentleman for shits and giggles,” he growled, his left leg shifting to curl over and between your knees. “I’m being smart. Don’t want you throwing a wobbly tomorrow when ya don’t remember how much ya wanted it. Now drink.”

You drank again, closing your mouth around the water bottle’s as you stared up at Jamie. His heady eyes were focused on your lips. A loud groan escaped his mouth when you shifted to slide your leg innocently up to his crotch, where you innocently rocked it with slow, tentative movements.

Okay, so perhaps innocent wasn’t the right word.

However, it got you what you wanted. Jamie’s growl of frustration came only a moment before he threw the water bottle over his shoulder and captured your mouth in a biting kiss. His leg shifted up, rocking against you as he rutted on your thigh.

Then Jamie’s hands were roaming over you. More accurately, his left hand was. His right hand was anchored at the back of your head, pulling you up to him even as he pressed down on the itchy sheets. The other hand danced down your chest, grasping and pulling along the way, to clutch at your hip and drag you more forcefully against him.

The sound of the bed creaking and your fevered breathing filled the room. This was it - you were finally going to see if reality lived up to fantasy. You moaned with abandon at the prospect. He answered with a loud moan of his own and a broken stutter of your name.

“Fuck,” Jamie panted as he broke away from your mouth to pepper bruising kisses down your throat. “Oh, shit, I want you so bad. You’re so good, love, so, so good.”

Your arms came up to press him closer as you hooked your leg around his waist. The action opened you to him, and he wasted little time in shifting to press his hips against yours. Both of you groaned, pausing to look each other in the eye.

Jamie gave another experimental grind as he held your gaze, the tip of his tongue peeking out of a small, open-mouthed smile. You shuddered, eyes rolling back as you enjoyed the feeling of his clothed cock pressing against you.

Humming in pleasure, you curled around him and pressed your foreheads together, whispering, “You want me? Then take me.”

Jamie shifted up to his knees, hovering over you as his hands slid to your waist. He dragged your lower body up with him, an act that made you both moan again. Staring down at you with a dark haze in his eyes, he questioned, “Will ya remember this?”

The next thing you knew your torso was bare with your trousers and underpants around one knee. Jamie was swearing up a storm against your mouth in between harsh kisses. His fingers thrust into you over and over again, bringing you closer to cumming with each slide. His metal hand was on your chest, moving with surprising care as he pinched, pulled, and prodded, working out in record time what you reacted to best.

You cried out his name, toes curling against the back of his thighs while your fingernails raked across his back. When had he taken off his jumper?

Your next bout of awareness came as Jamie groaned your name into the crook of your neck, slowly sliding into you. You hissed at the sensation. God, his cock filled you so well.

Jamie’s metal arm was around your waist, holding your hips at an angle that made you writhe in pleasure as he moved. His other arm was crossed behind your back, chipped fingernails digging into your shoulder as he clutched you close.

Shuddering against you with a hiss, Jamie bottomed out and held for a moment. His lips and teeth scraped over your skin, murmuring words you couldn’t quite make out over the pounding of your heart. You hummed, hands roaming his back and threading their way into his uneven hair.

Jamie whined, making his way up your throat with small licks, nips, and open-mouthed kisses to plant a soft kiss on your lips. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he whispered, staring into your eyes.

Even through the haze of alcohol you blushed and turned away. “Shut up and fuck me already,” you said, bucking up against him.

His hips rolled against yours, lips falling to your ear and filling it with his pants and moans. Then he was saying something, something that sounded like your name and a four letter word you weren’t sure you wanted to hear (not yet). But you couldn’t focus on it, instead concentrating on the sensations rocketing through you as you clutched at him and whined.

You awoke the next morning feeling better than you had in a year and only mildly confused as to why you were naked. You remembered snippets of last night, but nothing much.

You did remember seeing Jamison naked and that you had asked for it. However, that was about it. This disappointed you, and, thinking over what you did recall in the cold light of morning, all you could feel was shame at your wanton behaviour.

The door was kicked open with a thud, revealing a beaming Jamison wearing nothing but his trousers. He walked into the room with a couple of prepared MREs. “Oh, g’morning darl! Haha, finally awake, ay?” He smiled at you as he walked to the bed and held out one of the warm containers. “Figured you’d like a bit of a lie in. So’s I went and got ya some nice tucker - lucky you, getting brekkie in bed!”

He chuckled at his own teasing, but his smile faltered when you pulled the blankets up and shielded your chest. Clearing his throat, he stood in front of you with a creased brow as he stared at the food in his hands. Then, as was typical, he cracked a grin and laughed.

“So, ah, what d’ya remember from last night,” he asked, placing your portion on the bed next to your feet.

You reached out a hand to pick up your food. He went to lean against the far wall and watched you as he began to eat. Pinning the cloth to your body with your elbows, you began to pick at your own meal.

“I remember I asked for it, at least,” you said.

Jamison’s grin was wan and drawn, but he spoke in a cheery tone. “Hey, at least y’ain’t throwing a wobbly, love.” He giggled, looking away as he downed a large bite. “Least y’ain’t throwing a wobbly.”

[valleanenowe-dreams]

Last night’s dream was so fucking dense but I’m really gonan try to dissect it before it starts fading

Driving at night

I was on a website called iScreamer (?) where you just watched this rapid fire cut of different people screaming in fear in reaction to a screamer but after long enough out of nowhere it played a screamer and recorded your reaction and added it to the website, it turned out you were watching all the people who fell for it before

[False awakening] I wake up in bed from how scary the screamer dream was and someone next to me says something then I fall back asleep

I drank nearly the whole bottle of Robitussion and felt pretty good but not what a whole bottle of Robitussion would warrant. Then I was walking on the roadside near my house

Abby offhandedly mentioned on Skype that she was attending MSSU and I said like living at the dorms? She said yes and I said what the fuck I’m like a minute walk away from there then I went over to say hi and found myself in a cafeteria and I got in line then I was in line and typing something into my phone when she revealed herself as the person in front of me and was like HI ALEX and started frantically saying all this stuff and repeatedly calling me she while the guy behind me was going haha what the heck to that and I was making this intense facial expression trying to communicate “STOP DOING THAT”

Then we got to the end of the lunch line and I looked at the food I’d gotten and each one was labeled with the name of a Swans song and I started looking at my plate and back literally looking at individual little bean things and going “Ok that one is Screen Shot, that one is She Loves Us...” but I was missing some so I was like dang have I even heard this whole album. But I couldn’t go back in line to get the missing beans and the worker there was Michael Gira and he was screaming at us at the top of his lungs

Walking really far from my house but I had a second home it was this apartment out in a complex in the middle of nowhere but they’d sold it so it was barren and empty and I felt so sad knowing I no longer had this second building I could go to if it was closer. Then I went around the back of the complex hoping to find an empty apartment I could go into for some reason and I just found a populated one that I entered and ti turned into a Hotline Miami 2 level

Then I was in my bedroom but it was in this huge beautiful 2-story house instead and it turned out these two guys lived there all the time instead of just some family members during the day and there was this 3-track Swans album called “Disbirth” in the closet or as the closet and the only track titles I remember justi ncluded the word “Perspective” and “Disbirth” but I remember the gist of all 3 and the cover was some fleshy thing standing up surorunded by green

The big house was my 2nd home now the main home was just a less lavish house that was 2 story and old like it

I am in the main house and I look out and see a plane flying weirdly then my brother is sittign next to me on a cmoputer and he has a video about the plane pulled up already then we have no roof and I look up and oh my god it’s abotu to crash then it just plummets down like a rock and crashes and explodes and a huge piece flies scarily far straight toward us but doesn’t actually land close to us

A sunlit field, maybe near a school, maybe implied danger. Very nostalgic / Old / Strange

“In the field”: I perceive a two-panel comic. Both panels depict a stone coffin with the lid slid off, from two different angles. The first panel just says “Coming to terms with the fact that 2009 was the last notch”

The cafeteria from before as a Hotline Miami 2 level

I’m with my dad’s real-life boss (J) and her real-life husband (M). They make a post on Facebook about me then I’m with them at a convenience store and they seem to be super nervous about my presence, at least M is. I’m paying for my stuff I got and what to get out and rejoin them in their car in a hurry cause I don’t want to keep them waiting but I get in this involved conversation with the cashier

Suddenly I am completely incapable of opening my eyes for more than like .4 seconds at a time and I talk to the cashier about this. Eventually he brings something up and I say how did you know about that and he says something like “Okay I am not even gonna pretend that I haven’t been like, obsessively following your Tumblr” and I laugh a lot and he and this other guy they’re both “normal” keep yelling stuff at me like about getting me a date or something

Then I’m with them on this circular spiral stairwell and this guy from my school named B is there

Me and someone else are playing through this video game level you run forward through kinda like Crash Bandicoot and it’s like this long detailed video game level it’s like the “Hot level” I thinkI eventually get killed by this big boss in a little room off to the side

I enter this secret ENORMOUS chamber with jsut a scaffolding at the side to be on and at the center is like this enormous 3d sculpture of some pony porn picture

Later on I end up in this room again through a hidden crawlspace except it’s like this beige version made of pencil that’s like a physical space  that’s also “concept art” of where I was before

I’m in a dark kitchen with black/white tiled floor like in an office communicating with this pitch black cube, it reflects so little light that it’s hard to even visually identify as a cube. It’s implied to be a blog that creates image in response to prompts. it’s part of the CIA

I talk to it abotu getting whoever made the pony porn room in trouble and it keeps spitting out these black images, they’re like these unique images Iview in this mental web browser and I keep jacking the brightness up but it just shows the image for like a split second and then when I do it again it’s a different image it shows now, for a split second

Disturbing part of the dream. Near the 2-story alternative house a lady who is a cop is climbing down some rocks toward a river. She is about to finally discover a terrible secret operation. But this is some sort of movie where a lot of people die in these insanely, excessively realistic and fucked up ways and like... I see her decapitated and her head falls down and it’s so realistic but then she’s not decapitated and she just falls down and is suddenly “between”/”inside of” a bunch of rocks and being crushed by them and screams for help and then on top of the hill... Sonic the Hedgehog appears, her old friend

Shadow the Hedgehog is on this exploding station with someone like the Maria thing in whatever game except Maria is this weird looking animal and he takes this baby clone and there’s some narration like “Nobody what happens I will have thsi thing that looks like you” or something