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justletmereadmyfic · 10 months ago

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SQH Time

Welcome to my SQH AUs! I've been making progress in filling out the peaks, so here's a round-up of what we have so far (everything rated T for Teen):

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Peak 1: Yue Qingyuan

M/M, one-sided

~5,000 words

Summary:

The plan had seemed simple. It was a “for want of a nail,” situation, wasn’t it?

If Yue Qingyuan hadn’t been locked in the Ling Xi caves, he would have made it to the Qiu estate in time to rescue Xiao Jiu. If Shen Qingqiu was not a bitter person with ruined cultivation, he would not be so jealous of young Luo Binghe. And if Shen Qingqiu did not torment Luo Binghe when he was a disciple, and if Yue Qingyuan did not simply let it happen out of guilt, Luo Binghe would not have a reason to destroy Cang Qiong Mountain Sect.

So all Shang Qinghua had to do to save this ill-fated world (and most importantly, his own skin) was stop a young and desperate Yue Qingyuan from trying to force a connection with his future spiritual sword too soon.

Easier said than done.

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45829402

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Peak 2: Shen Qingqiu

M/M

~12,000 words

Summary:

Alternatively titled, Shang Qinghua never met a meet-cute he couldn't screw up.

The story of how a pre-canon Shang Qinghua came to mean something to a future scum villain.

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33251491

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Peak 3: Wei Qingwei

M/M

~13,000 words

Summary:

“Your shishu over on An Ding Peak has finally selected a successor, but the boy doesn’t have a sword yet. I want you to escort him to the sword wall and make sure it’s done.”

Wei Qingwei gets to know Shang Qinghua a little better as a result.

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36499450

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Peak 4: Shang Qinghua

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Peak 5: Qi Qingqi

M/F, FWB

~5,000 words

Summary:

Qi Qingqi had heard it said that a woman’s heart was moved by admiration, while a man’s heart was moved by pity, but she’d always felt it was the other way around.

a.k.a Qi Qingqi takes her duties as Shang Qinghua's wingwoman seriously.

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37415377

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Peak 6: Unknown Peak/Peak Lord

(I have some ideas for this with a female OC, but haven't started it yet)

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Peak 7: Liu Qingge

M/M

~10,000 words

Summary:

Liu Qingge was beautiful, and delicate, or so everyone assumed when they saw him, and he hated it.

Shang Qinghua was the big, dumb packmule of An Ding. Or so Liu Qingge first assumed.

But Shang Qinghua is cursed with very, very bad luck and Liu Qingge is about the only cultivator strong enough, fast enough, and resourceful enough to keep him out of harm's (or at least inconvenience's) way. When the two are assigned as mission partners, Liu Qingge steps up.

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37841869

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Peak 8: Mu Qingfang

Platonic

~8,000 words

Summary:

This boy who always scurries off as soon as the lecture ends in a flurry of papers is never in the dining hall, has no bed in the dorms, and no shift in the infirmary. Asking around about him only gets Mu Fang blank looks and shrugs.

Whoever he is, and whatever color he may wear, he's not a Qian Cao disciple.

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39710568

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Peak 9: Ascetic Peak (~OC)

Platonic

~4,000 words

Summary:

Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky was an anti-social agoraphobic loser if there ever was one, albeit one with a talent for writing highly addictive and wildly entertaining stories. Who would live that kind of shitty, isolated life except by choice?

Wang Qingjie, Peak Lord of Ku Xing Peak, had a secret of his own, that should his fellow sect members been aware of it, would have had them shouting it from the rooftops for their own gain—which was why he had never revealed it.

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53544574

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Peak 10: Brewing Peak (~OC)

M/M, FWB

~4,000 words

Summary:

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a bad work environment, must be in want of a co-worker to go out for drinks with so they can shit-talk everyone else.

For Shang Qinghua, that co-worker is the peak lord of Zui Xian Peak.

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41856288

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Peak 11: Unknown Peak/Peak Lord

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Peak 12: Unknown Peak/Peak Lord

((I have some ideas for this with a male OC, but haven't started it yet)

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Demon 1: Sha Hualing

Platonic

~13,000 words

Summary:

This is not a “raising the protagonist” fic. This is a “raising the protagonist’s future wife” fic. Or rather, it’s Shang Qinghua trying to be a mentor to a teenage (demon) girl with anger management issues and bad decision making skills, and his debatable success.

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40737696

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And that's all, folks!

(I have some ideas for a Luo Binghe one, and a Tianlang-Jun one in the works as well)

#scum villain self saving system #svsss #shang qinghua #svsss sqh #svsss fanfiction #rarepair

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miraculouscontent · 3 years ago

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Didn’t Need Burrow (July 20th-August 2nd)

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Tikki's stance on the prospect of The Reveal is abruptly reversed and/or retconned so that she's completely in favor of Marinette telling Chat Noir her secret identity. Bonus if she doesn't tell her this until AFTER some Drama Bomb has dropped, with Mari getting lectured for not reading her damned mind/'taking initiative'/figuring out before now that everything is always her fault, always and forever, because she's not P-E-R-F-E-C-T.

omg

I’m reminded of “Lady Wifi” with Tikki asking Marinette if she’s sure about not telling Chat her identity, and also “Sentibubbler” where Tikki was perfectly fine with Alya knowing.

Like?????

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Something that comes as a devastating blow for Marinette mildly inconveniences Adrien. Naturally, HIS reaction to whatever it is gets played in all seriousness while HERS is glossed over/mined for humor/she's shamed for the grievous sin of having an EMOTIONAL REACTION instead of being Tikki's perfect little flawless automation.

Well, obviously his issues are worse! Look how sad he is!!

Look how SAD!!

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Tikki lectures Marinette for putting Too Much Responsibility on Chat Noir's shoulders. This is possibly passed off as how she should KNOW that PLAGG is Unreliable, as opposed to *Chat Noir* being Unreliable. Bonus: this is coupled with how she should TRUST Chat Noir more... just not, you know, with actual RESPONSIBILITIES or anything.

I’m like, laughing but also seething, because just the double standard of “YOU SHOULD TRUST HIM... but don’t put more on his shoulders, he’s going through so much!!”

“Bonus” if it’s a “Marinette, it’s all your fault!! You don’t know what Chat goes through!!!” despite how she literally can’t.

emikogale asked:

I don't need a burrow to know that the season 4 finale is probably going to have some forced drama and cheap shock value.

is it time to pull Reverse Love Square

is it

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: It's explicitly stated that Plagg is meant to be 'teaching Adrien' how to be more selfish (or 'independent'), because cats are stereotypically selfish/independent creatures, and Adrien obviously NEEDS to know that it's okay for HIM to be selfish.

Deep breaths, Clarity.

Deep breaths.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette's trauma from Chat Blanc will be treated as a *good thing*, as she is told that she SHOULD feel guilty and that this should motivate her to be more honest with her partner, despite all evidence to the contrary. If she took 'the wrong lesson' from this, then it's her own fault, clearly!

What’s the phrase? “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”?

Naturally though, Adrien will be exempt from this and will be told that he deserves better and shouldn’t take this.

Anonymous asked:

Don't need to burrow: Luka/Kagami will never get a magical charm or have a scene where they break their akumazations. If we do get that scene, for Luka he will most likely break it off for his family or to another love interest like Zoé. (I can see the show frame it as a lesson to Marinette like "You see Marinette, Luka can break it off if you told him the truth in the first place. But no, he prefers Zoé since she's more honest than you". For Kagami, it'll be mostly be off screen and ignored.

Zoeka: *exists*

all of us: oh god

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Once Alya inevitably screws up in a way that Tikki can't gloss over, Tikki will berate Marinette for going against THE RULES and make everything out to be All Her Fault, while acting as though she NEVER supported the idea of Alya knowing.

It’s times like these where I wish we could double up on Didn’t Need Burrows, but then we’d have like, a card’s worth of doubling up, lol.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien/Chat Noir actively sabotages one of Ladybug/Rena/the other heroes' plans in order to prove that 'they still need him'. Marinette/Ladybug takes all the blame for the fallout.

Of course she does.

Marinette, you need to TAKE CHARGE!!

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Chat Blanc Sentimonster

It won’t happen, but I just got an awful thought of Chat Blanc and Sentibug returning at the same time.

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: We will have even more Akumatized Villain/Sentimonster pairs which are rehash of Reflekta/Reflekdoll situation.

“Bonus” if the sentimonster barely matches the akuma’s original role. Like Reflekdoll VS Guiltrip.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien/Chat Noir will start secretly destroying the Anti-Akuma Charms so that people can keep getting victimized, providing more chances for him to see Ladybug. Marinette will blame herself, thinking she made them improperly/incorrectly somehow.

And even once it comes out, Marinette will forgive him and insists that it’s her fault for not “considering his feelings” and how she “should’ve made the charms stronger.”

Anonymous asked:

Theory that could be DNB I guess: The REAL Adrien is in a coma/dead and OUR Adrien is a senti that his mother created to be the “perfect” replacement goldfish son. Real Adrien is in some treatment facility in Tibet (if alive) and Gabriel and Emilie found their miraculous shortly thereafter.

FDKJGKFDGf

Okay, this ask wins for “Didn’t Need Burrow that made me laugh most.”

“Perfect replacement goldfish son,” oh my gosh, it’s beautiful.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: When Maribug gets akumatised, Renalya and Adrichat have the "knights in shining armor" to save the "damsel in distress". Maribug is eventually blamed for getting akumatised in the first place while Renalya and Adrichat get off scot-free :)

Real talk, one of the only akuma I can think of who were “blamed” for the akumatizations was Markov (since Max debated turning him back on even though he himself has gotten akumatized before). Does that put Marinette on the same level as a robot, expected to follow orders to a tee?

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Marinette gets Yet More Lessons about how she shouldn't be selfish and must always put others ahead of herself, no matter how much she suffers as a result. Adrien, meanwhile, is 'taught' to put himself first. Bonus: one episode combines the lessons, AND we're shown how Adrien already KNOWS how to be selfish and is OPENLY SO as Chat Noir, yet his misbehavior is presented as Good while Maribug is punished for being imperfect, as always.

Thanks, I hate it, take it away.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: In a Shocking Twist on the Senti!Adrien theory, Gabriel MAKES a Senti!Adrien to replace his own son. The REAL Adrien winds up locked up and/or running away, and much Angstrese is had. Bonus if this leads to Reversed LSBS: Senti!Adrien shows polite interest in Marinette because Gabriel still wants to akumatize her, damnit, while Ladybug notices that Chat Noir seems stressed and reaches out to him, only to be rebuked because he's still a selfish little creep who hates her having secrets.

The fact that Gabriel has never taken advantage of Marinette’s crush despite knowing that she’s crushing on Adrien (”Chat Blanc” doesn’t count) is weird to me. If he was after her in “Ladybug” then why not take advantage of it?

...Wait, is SentiAdrien going to cause reverse love square because “Adrien would never make Marinette fall out of love for him because he’s perfect so it has to be a misunderstanding”?

oh no

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Shadowmoth makes a Senti!Adrien for some stupid reason or another. Like Sentibug before him, Marinette tries to save him upon realizing the truth, and is hit hard by the inevitable loss. Fandumb naturally SLAUGHTERS her for it, insisting that she would have gladly replaced the REAL Adrien with the fake, much like how Adrien/Chat Noir preferred Sentibug to Ladybug. Bonus if Alya/Tikki/others reinforce that mentality by accusing Marinette of the same thing themselves.

I don’t know which of these two SentiAdriens DNBs are worse.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: The difficulty of using multiple Miraculi at once is retconned so that the REAL issue is how well the kwami get along. Marinette learns this the hard way when Tikki gets into a jealous snit-fit with one of the other kwami, and they refuse to work with each other in a joint transformation. Naturally, it falls upon Marinette to help them reconcile, as she's blamed for whatever sparked off the argument in the first place. Because of course she is.

*sigh*

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Marinette has a full-fledged breakdown over all her responsibilities piling up on top of the guilt complex she's naturally developed from being blamed for everything that goes wrong. At best, she gets a pithy line or two about others 'completely supporting' and 'believing' in her before she's forced to get back up, still staggering under the weight; at worst, she's guilt-tripped for having the breakdown, because HOW DARE she be HUMAN, am I right?!

Just the idea of it being said already that teens aren’t meant to be guardian/hold miraculouses and then Marinette being chided for “not doing a good job” is just--

ugh.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Adrien outright admits that he hates Ladybug having other allies, complaining that things were so much better when it was just him and 'his lady' against the world, without even the Guardian's support. His whining is treated as sympathetic, even if he outright states that he wishes she was completely dependent upon him and didn't have anyone else to turn to.

tbh this is the only reason we don’t have permanent heroes; because Chat wouldn’t have his private time with Ladybug to flirt.

I can’t be convinced otherwise.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Chat Noir's jealousy of Rena spurs an outburst from him that forcibly reminds Ladybug of Chat Blanc. The trauma response this triggers is naturally used *against* her, played as Marinette's Latest Mistake. Since her trauma is CLEARLY her own fault, and she's GOT to learn how to cOnTrOl HeR eMoTiOnS while Adrien can throw Cataclysmic hissy fits to his heart's content.

Honestly, even if they didn’t do this specifically, I could also see Marinette being blamed for “being afraid of Chat Noir/Blanc” when she “doesn’t even know what happened.”

Basically, her “““blaming”““ Chat or “““reacting to him”““ for something he “““didn’t even do.”““

Anonymous asked:

DNB: 'Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought them back.' Much like the old nursery rhyme, Adrien's insistence that he DESERVES to know everything he wants to stick his nose into 'kills' any pretense of Chat Noir being heroic as he turns on/abandons Team Miraculous. Marinette/Ladybug is forced to cater to his whims in order to 'satisfy' him enough that he comes back.

Seems fair. :|

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Adrien/Chat Noir inflicts physical damage on somebody/something that is NOT magically wiped away/restored by his partner's Cure. This inconsistency exists purely to blame Ladybug for the consequences of HIS actions. Possibly with a side of Angstrien (provided they have him actually act like he *gives a damn* about what he's done).

I think that’s a pretty common trope in fics too; Ladybug being worried that Miraculous Ladybug won’t bring something back.

So yet another thing taken from the fandom.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: When Marinette finds out about Alya betraying her faith in her yet again, Alya bleats that she didn't explicitly SAY that she couldn't tell Nino, only that she trusted her, which she took to mean that she 'trusts her judgment'. In other words, Alya blames her *deliberately ignoring Marinette's wishes* on her 'bestie'. Bonus if Marinette subsequently TRIES spelling things out more only for Alya to complain about her being too 'pushy'/'controlling'/not leaving her that wiggle room.

“Girl, I told you to trust me, because I know that there won’t be any consequences to this!”

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Alya discovers Adrien's secret identity. Rather than telling/warning Marinette, however, she either spills the beans to him or schemes to get them together/force a reveal, believing that this will 'magically solve everything'. The show acts as though she's entirely justified in jerking Marinette around, pretending it's *hilarious* for her to add to her BFF's misery with her plotting behind her back.

Obviously this is all for Marinette’s sake so it’s fine.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien will FINALLY learn/figure out that Marinette made his scarf... and be heartbroken that SHE lied to him about it.

Marinette, how could you possibly let Adrien believe that his father did something nice for him to make him happy! You let him live a lie!!

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Mister Rat Sentimonster

I will only accept this if Xavier Ramier saves the day somehow.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Chat Noir will confront Ladybug directly about 'replacing him with Rena', whining about how HE'S her partner, not HER. No matter how much she tries reassuring him/strokes his ego to calm him down, Adrien remains pissy about it. Bonus if this blow-up happens during an akuma attack/other crisis, and Marinette is presented as unreasonable for wanting to focus on the bigger problem at hand. Screw the civilians, what about Chat's pOoR fEeLiNgS~?

What about THE DYNAMIC, Marinette?????

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Gabriel's grousing about how Ladybug 'never makes mistakes' foreshadows an inevitable moment where, after gaining a major advantage thanks to somebody else's screw-up, he gloats that Ladybug has finally made a major tactical error.

...They would.

They absolutely would.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Gabriel will exploit his son's gross sense of entitlement towards 'his lady' by convincing Adrien that Ladybug has neglected him more than HE has, what with the whole 'wanting to have a say in her own love life/rejected his unwanted advances/begging him to take things seriously rather than treating superheroics as a game'. Adrien laps this tripe up like cream to soothe his ever so precious ego.

Which makes Shadow Moth out to be a decent manipulator but continues to make the love square look bad.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien will be responsible for exposing the fact that Alya still has the Fox Miraculous to Gabriel. This could be by telling him directly during a face-heel turn, or simply because he's careless with that information (such as confronting Ladybug about Rena during an akuma attack/while Hawk/Shadowmoth is in a position to overhear).

I presume Ladybug is to blame for this for ever giving Alya and Nino a miraculous at the same time (when her hand was forced) in the first place.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Chat Noir straight-up *assaults* Alya out of jealousy over Ladybug trusting her more/'replacing him' with Rena. This may involve Cataclysm, and she may or *may not* be transformed at the time. Bonus if this happens *BEFORE* or *WITHOUT* him switching sides to join Hawk/Shadowmoth, and is purely about him *getting her out of the way*, possibly with the paper-thin excuse of wanting to 'prove himself' without her being around to 'screw him up' or 'steal his glory'.

I’d like to say that this isn’t likely, but he’s already been driven to property destruction soooooo--

Anonymous asked:

DNB: After investing so much time and effort into building Alya up as this incredible individual who absolutely deserves Marinette's trust despite doing nothing to earn it or her preternatural skill with Guardian-related tasks, she will abruptly lose all competence in order to 'prove' that Adrien is naturally better than her and that HE is Ladybug's 'only TRUE partner'.

Or Alya telling Nino comes out and in comes Chat with “I would never keep things from you, m’lady!!!”

Meanwhile, fandom having “Chat Blanc” flashbacks.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: The series ends with Adrien selling the in-universe version of Astruc the rights to tell their story, with the clear implication that everything we just watched is the end result. Meaning that Marinette gets to be humiliated by her adventures being 'recreated' in precisely the form we've seen, every episode cheerfully depicting her as a constant screw-up who got blamed for EVERYTHING that went wrong. Because why should she get to have any kind of positive self-image, right? GIRL POWER!

Oh my gosh, they would.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't need burrow: In Crocodues, Luka will fully be over Marinette and act like a friend while Marinette might still have feelings and is super awkward around him, highlighting how Marinette (or girls in general) has poor control over her emotions unlike Luka (er boys in gerenal).

Still waiting for reverse love square where Marinette is over Adrien but Luka is no longer an option so guess she has to go for Chat.

...Does that make Chat a rebound?

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: One or more of the kwami outright admit that yeah, no, they simply don't respect Marinette at all. Due to her youth, inexperience, lack of training, or maybe just because they can get away with treating her like shit and acting like a spoiled brat. Naturally, this is treated as entirely HER fault. Bonus if she TRIES to lay down the law with them and is promptly villainized for it. Maybe even compared to Hawk/Shadowmoth.

Completely understandable, of course. They’re just so used to people who are older and wiser and professional--

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need a Burrow: Mass of episodes fleshing out Luka, since Lukanette is out of picture now. (Bonus points if Anti Lukanette people will make posts saying that fleshing out Luka would be impossible without breaking Lukanette first)

“Wishmaker” will probably do this. I can’t see them giving Luka anymore screentime than the three episodes he should be “grateful” for. (”Truth,” “Crocoduel,” and “Wishmaker”)

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need to Burrow (Wishmaker)

The episode will be a mixture of Hearthunter and Frozer. There will be a Luka/Mari/Adri moments throughout the episode. And as the episode ends, Marinette will look at Adrien and Luka will be sad and say you should go to him to which she does. Thus making...the Lukanette ship...sighs...dead.

I’m blown away by this idea of the person who is arguably most “deserving” of a warm and loving relationship not getting one (or getting a “second choice” with Zoe for example) while characters who clearly aren’t ready to be in a relationship get all the attention.

Anyone wanna take a guess on which “nice guy” writer lost a girlfriend to an actually nice guy and is still salty about it to this day?

Anonymous asked:

Don't need to Burrow Wishmaker

Luka will play a song on his violin that represents the love square, it will be be so beautiful that Mari and Adrien will be in awe together when in reality its just the Spongebob sad violin music.

I can also see violin scratching for it as well.

I choked on my drink.

Anonymous asked:

Don't need to Burrow (Wishmaker)

This episode will either be the Lukanette vs Adrienette feud or it will show us all these crazy shipping scenarios from LS to Lukanette to LukaAdri. It will give the fans what they wanted but ended the ships in a nightmare.

Psst....you can tell by the icecream symbolism

Ugh, I’m dreading the idea of it being an episode about these repeated scenarios and then having to go back or whatever. Viperion’s there so maybe him witnessing them and then having to go back.

tc-leo asked:

Don't need to Burrow

Luka will basically lead Adrien and Marinette down the Love Square endgame path through his violin playing.

This would be the second time they forced Luka to play for the love square.

I swear to several lords--

tc-leo asked:

Don't Need to Burrow to know that in Wishmaker, the scene of Adrien in the middle while a closeup of Luka and Mari holding hands represents the end of Lukanette.

“““plot twist,”““ the writers say, while we sip our tea going, “you really think you can still bait us?”

Anonymous asked:

Didn't need burrow: Wishmaker will be the Heart Hunter of Lukanette. As in Luka and Marinette have Adrien third wheel them and it's actually cute and stuff. Optimistic I know but that's what it looked like in the trailer.

Your optimism is adorable and I appreciate it even if I’ve been burned too many times to be lured in by it.

Anonymous asked:

DNB: Juleka reveals a deep-rooted resentment towards Marinette for 'breaking her brother's heart'. This bottled-up anger fuels a call out where she rants about how she never deserved Luka, tossing out accusations that Mari can only weakly deny, since Everything Is Always Her Fault and She Deserves To Suffer. Juleka going off is presented as a positive thing since she's sharing her true feelings; meanwhile, Marinette has to bottle HERS up even more and absorb the abuse, apologizing to her/Luka.

show: *continuously pressures and pushes Marinette towards Adrien*

also show: *blames Marinette for being into Adrien*

Anonymous asked:

DNB: That teaser picture Gloob released that had Marinette looking at Luka wasn’t actually a Lukanette scene! It was actually taken right after Luka told Marinette about how he’s dating Zoe and is happy now. Marinette is smiling to show her support and totally not because the writers took away her ability to feel love for any character other than Adrien! 🙃 (Also Luka had the obligatory “You two are made for each other” line, because the show is going to forget how much he loved her and force him to move on with a character who was only in three other episodes 🤦)

Even if Zoeka doesn’t happen in 4 and 5, it probably will in 6 and 7 considering that it’s “post-series” or whatever and they wouldn’t know what else to do with him.

Anonymous asked:

Dnb: In Crocoduel, Luka figures out Marinette's secret identity but doesn't tell her (so the writers can justify he is a crappy bf). In Wishmaker, he finds out about Adrien's secret identity, has tge realization that they are into each other and goes "Marinette I live you but you and Adrien are meant to be so bye"

The lack of self-awareness in ignoring that Adrien also didn’t tell Marinette.

Anonymous asked:

Don't need to Burrow

We will find out that Wishmaker will show Adrien's wish which is to confess his identity/love to LB which results in Luka/Viperion finding out and keep using Second Chance/self sacrifice himself. If it was Marinette's case, Luka (whether or not he knows her secret identity) will find out her wish is to confess her identity/love to Adrien and he would use Second Chance/sacrifice to prevent that. He'll also find out that part of Mari's wish is she might not want to have a future with him and consider him as a second option. Realizing both of their identities as LB/CN and how dangerous their wishes are, Luka will do everything in his power to prevent that from happening.

Once the day is saved, Luka will pretty much tell Mari its best not to continue and stay friends. He'll either be sad that Mari don't like him that way anymore or scared of Mari finding out that he knows both of their identities.

Oh and the morality of the episode for Marinette is it's okay if you don't know what to do if life. It's best to not know and just live with it.

wow thanks i hate all of it

Anonymous asked:

Dnb: lukanette angst in crocoduel doesn’t make sense to happen now so it only shows up now to provide trouble for Marinette, akuma, or extra drama juleka for no reason

So the usual.

May I just point out that Juleka has now run away anxiously two episodes in a row now since “Guiltrip” is the episode before this in procode?

#((I keep forgetting how long it takes to reply to all of these lol but I adore them lol.))#category: salt #Didn't Need Burrow #other: ask and answer

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jwxei · 4 years ago

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˗ˏˋ achilles' heel - chapter two ˎˊ˗

// eyes red, vast and volcanic //

You wish you could say the same thing when you struck up conversation with him. To say he was anything but a brute was naive of you, and the nagging voice in your mind was lecturing you for thinking that way. To be honest, you weren't really sure what to do when he lashed out at you so suddenly. All you were trying to do was get to your seat, nothing else. But the hot headed autocrat had other plans.

Apparently you were in his way. And after he had stated that fact he went off on a mini speech about how great he was and how everyone else wasn't.

"Out of my way extras," he would harshly declare, "If you're going to act so useless, at least be stones I can step off to reach my victory."

To you, he just sounded like an egotistical boy who takes pleasure in pushing others around. But surprisingly no one seemed to question his actions. As absurd as he was, it really seemed to affect most people. You could see the glinting fear in their eyes when he crouched to meet their gaze. When he gave that jagged smirk, satisfied with the dominance created. But what ticked you off most was the way he looked down on others. How he held his head slightly higher than everyone else's and loved to poke holes into every mistake made. There was a clear difference between confidence and arrogance, and he was an excellent example of what not to become.

The odd thing was that people still tried to befriend him, despite his threatening attitude. You could see an eccentric haired red-head approach him everyday, constantly wearing the same carefree expression. Without fail, he would flash him a welcoming smile and make his way over. It irritated you, to say the least. You couldn't see why anyone would ever want to befriend someone who was plain crude. But then again, you weren't someone who would go out of their way to desperately make friends. You enrolled to U.A for one purpose only; it wasn't going to change anytime soon.

But still, you couldn't help but observe as the energetic boy beamed at the proud dictator, polar opposites at their best. You could swear you saw rays coming from his smile. And the bright radiance he gave made you feel safe, comforted and soothed. For a while, you would find yourself to bask in his joyful tendencies, the whole atmosphere lightening up when he walked into the room. It puzzled you as to why someone so pure and great as him would want to stoop down to someone which no respect for anyone else but himself.

Bakugo didn't seem to appreciate the hospitality shown to him, though. Whenever the lively boy (who you now came to know as Eijiro Kirishima) would try to spark a conversation, all he would do is yank his head the opposite direction. The only responses given were silent glares that bore through you, or rough grunts if he was in a good mood. Another admirable trait of Kirishima was that he never faltered. Even when Bakugo gave him the harshest of glares, which would strike fear into most, the red-head did not feel threatened.

He was praiseworthy, you could give him that. Although, it didn't mean that he could escape the insults Bakugo carelessly threw around. Kirishima had coined the name 'Shitty Hair' from him because of his bright red tufts that were styled into spikes that shot above. However he didn't seem to take the nickname too heavily. And he snapped back with an offhand comment about how their hairstyles were similar. It impressed you. How he could put up with Bakugo's stand-off attitude. But then again, you lacked something Kirishima seemed to have an abundance of; patience.

You remember the first time that it happened. The ticking torment that Bakugo first released upon you. All you were trying to do was get to your seat. You didn't want any unnecessary attention, and he was more than you had bargained for at U.A. As you weaved your way through the maze of pristine desks, a rough grip caught you off balance and nearly yanked you to the ground. You whipped your head in fury to see who it was, only to meet a pair of blazing red eyes. They glowered at your form, you gladly returning the favour. A gruff voice, one that sounded like coarse asphalt, spit at you.

"The hell is a weakling like you doing here?" An athletically built boy had both his feet crossed onto his desk. His forest green pants sagged and hung loosely around his waist, revealing a peek of his-. No. You scolded yourself and tugged your mind out of the gutter. The frustration that brimmed inside you was more overpowering. How dare this obnoxious man speak to you like you were some sort of lesser specimen? A sever urge to wreck this man's ego and put him in his place highly tempted you. But unlike him, you weren't looking for a fight.

You tugged away from his grip and gave him a bitter glance. His lips curled into a cruel smirk in response before running his hands through ash blond locks. You knew you hated him the minute he flashed you that smile. Indulging in the fantasy of humbling him helped satisfy your need to square him right in his cocky, perfect face. Taking a deep breath, you composed yourself and bluffed an unbothered attitude.

"That is none of your business." You replied through gritted teeth. "Now I suggest you go bother someone else before I report you for harassment." You tilted your head innocently, and cracked a forced grin at him. Bakugo's sneer disappeared from view and he scoffed coldly. He faced away before going back to his own business. Taking it as a success, you made your way back to your desk, plopping down to take you study materials out.

A bubbly brunette to your right whispered to a frog-like classmate. Their hushed conversation consisted of panicked murmurs and what sounded to be a frog-like noise. You fiddled with the stationary placed upon your desk, twirling the mechanical pencil between your fingers seamlessly. You could pick up on their little discussion if it proved necessary, but didn't bother to. The last thing you needed was another headache. After a few more minutes, the brown-haired girl seen speaking before tapped your shoulder.

"You're L/N Y/N right?" You looked up, taken aback by the sudden interaction. She looked at you with wide eyes the shades of dark honey. She was so close to your face that you could see the black lines that traced in and out of her iris. Her frame was small, but not frail, and she had her arms crossed behind her. The frog girl had now returned to her previous business. She appeared uninterested in the topic but occasionally glanced back ever now and then. You answered the girl before you.

"Uh, yeah. That's me!" A smile shone from your features, this time it came naturally. She exhaled out a little before rubbing her hands together. The odd thing was that her fingers never touched.

"Wow! Well I gotta give it to you for holding your ground against that hot head over there!" She pointed her thumb in Bakugo's direction. You noticed how her fingertips had a slightly darker shade that appeared in a circular pattern. The boy subject to the attention caught her pointing, and gave her a teething snarl. You sheepishly laughed and thanked her. She also giggled with a playful tone before leaning in to whisper in your ear. "To be honest I thought that you were gonna get blown to pieces! We all thought a villain was in the making. Anyways, I'm Ochako Uraraka. Nice to meet you."

You laughed along with her, but this time it was more forced. It's not like she was wrong; there were aspects of Bakugo that could be seen as villainous. But something about him being a villain didn't sit right with you. It did not make sense to even yourself, as to why you would think that. Perhaps you thought he had potential to be better. Yeah, you mocked your own thought. Like that would happen anytime soon.

You only proved yourself right as the days went by. The relentless blonde showed great interest in afflicting annoyance and pain into you. For weeks on end, he would belittle you with insults and comparisons. Sometimes he would even take your things and hide them in the smallest and inconvenient places. One time, he had taken your whole backpack and swung it to the top of a tree to hang there overnight. Explaining to Aizawa Sensei why you didn't have your school supplies with you the next day was a complete nightmare, him staring you down with bloodshot eyes the whole time.

Granted, there were some days where he completely ignored you. When you would make eye contact in the hallways, he would always shove his gaze somewhere else and stuff his hands in his pockets. You were thankful for these times, if you were being honest, but they only came once in a blue moon. It was insufferable; trying to predict how he would treat you was maddening and drove you up the wall. Your patience was thinning fast, and every mishap that involved him only boiled your fiery blood even more.

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How to Not Get a Date Pt4

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“I don’t see how any of this is funny.” Marinette tried to sober her expression at Damian’s scowl but just ended up falling into another fit of giggles the second she and Chloe made eye contact again.

“You’re in the land of the Akuma Wayne. It’s either laugh or become a fashion disaster that terrorizes the citizens of Paris. Laughter is preferable, though Mari had to practically beat that lesson into me.” There was a bitterness in Chloe’s tone, aimed at herself, and Marinette reached over to rub soothing circles on the other girl’s back. No matter how many times they talked about it she couldn’t get Chloe to believe she’d changed. Damian actually scoffed.

“This villain of yours doesn’t scare me. Anyone weak willed enough to be taken over by a butterfly deserves what they get.” The devastated expression on Chloe’s face at that pronouncement shoved Marinette into protection mode. She put herself between the two and shoved her finger in Damian’s chest.

“Listen here you pompous jerk. I get you’re probably used to your family’s money and influence putting you above most common inconveniences. Let me assure you that it will do you no good if an Akuma comes for you. Turning Hawkmoth away isn’t a simple matter of willpower. And how dare you mock his victims. No one deserves to have their emotions used against them let alone be stripped of their free will.” As she was about to launch further into her lecture Chloe grabbed her from behind and pulled her into a hug. Damian just looked stunned. She had a feeling people didn’t stand up to him often.

“Please don’t get worked up over this. I’m certain I’d never forgive myself if I was what ended up getting you Akumatized.” Chloe’s words were soft enough that she doubted Damian heard them but it was enough to make her take a few deep breaths and calm down.

“I’m sorry, but you know I can’t just ignore something like that.” The only response she got was the arms around her tightening. Damian was still glaring at her.

“Just because you couldn’t resist his influence doesn’t mean others are incapable of it.” Chloe’s crush or not, she was about to eviscerate the boy.

“Mari’s never been Akumatized, but I used to be one of Hawkmoth’s favorite targets.” Damian’s face went completely blank. It was obviously not something he’d considered. Maybe he really did think wealth and privilege would protect people.

“There you are! Are you kids having a good time?” Marinette’s head snapped up to see Audrey and a man she didn’t know, but she assumed was Damian’s father by the physical resemblance. There were quite a few curse words running through her head and judging from how tense Chloe was, she wasn’t much better off. Even Damian seemed more stiff and she hadn’t thought that was possible.

“Of course we are Mother. Mr. Wayne, it’s nice to see you again.” The man smiled at Chloe and there was a genuine warmth to it that Marinette wasn’t used to seeing in affluent families. Granted, her only real examples were Chloe, Adrien, and Kagami’s parents so her view might be a little skewed. Okay, it was definitely skewed.

“It’s nice to see you as well Chloe. Did Damian tell you his big news?” The man seemed almost excited that his son was moving to another country. Odd.

“He did. It will be nice to have him around for more than a few hours. I’m interested to see how he acts when he’s not surrounded by high society.” Chloe’s words were met with amusement from the adults and an annoyed scowl from Damian.

“I’m trusting you to teach him how to have fun while he’s here. All the family’s efforts have been fruitless so you’re our last hope.” Damian shifted uncomfortably at the backhanded criticism and Marinette’s mouth decided to join in before her brain could catch up.

“Just because he doesn’t enjoy the things you think he should doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to have fun.” Audrey still looked amused but the man was frowning at her thoughtfully. Why did she always do this to herself?

“And you are?” She couldn’t get a read on his tone. It sounded far too neutral to be natural but she couldn’t tell if he was upset with her or not.

“This is the most talented protégé I’ve ever had, as well as my conscience in all things parenting that I never knew I needed, Mlle. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Marinette felt her face flush at Audrey’s praise. While it was true she’d called the woman out on the way she treated Chloe, she didn’t think it was anything special.

“I don’t know about all of that but I do love fashion and I hope to grow my brand.” Her mumbled words were delivered to the floor. Akumas she could handle. Bullies she could handle. Insane deadlines she could handle. Praise? Absolutely not.

“Don’t let her fool you. Marinette is modest to a fault but she’ll be a household name in a maximum of five years. Less if I can get her to agree to do fashion week.” Marinette winced and silently hoped that the subject would be dropped. This had been an ongoing argument for six months. If she did fashion week she’d have to out herself to the world and she absolutely was not ready for that. Only a handful of people knew that she was the designer behind Rising Up Fashion and she’d really like to keep it that way.

“She’s also Chloe’s girlfriend.” Damian’s words caused her head to snap up as she heard a shape inhale from Chloe behind her. She’d almost forgotten about that dumpster fire, but it had never occurred to her that the lie would reach either of their parents. Audrey’s face went completely blank as she took in the fact that Chloe was still hugging Marinette from behind.

“Girlfriend?”

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[ LORENZO ZURZOLO, CISMAN, HE/HIM ] shh ! DYLAN HAWTHORNE, the TWENTY year old SECOND year ANTHROPOLOGY major from HARTFORD, CT is known as a TOURMALINE around here. HE was invited to join because HE PUBLISHED A COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES ANONYMOUSLY THAT GARNERED A BIT OF FOLLOWING AND RECENTLY STEPPED FORWARD AS THE AUTHOR, and now, they’re here to stay. HE reminds me of THE NERVOUSNESS OF A FIRST KISS, LEAVING SECRET MESSAGES IN LIBRARY BOOKS, DRIVING AIMLESSLY WITH THE WINDOWS ROLLED DOWN ON A WARM SUMMER NIGHT WHILE THE RADIO HUMS A PLAYLIST CURATED FOR YOU BY YOUR BEST FRIEND.

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omfg hello. i can’t tell you how excited and happy i am to be here. i was too nervous to apply for the last three months but i decided to stop being a Coward and just try. im SO happy to be here, it’s the highlight of my week tbh lmao. anyway i am mar, she/her, 24, est. i live in nyc and all i do is visit the planetarium and cry. i’m so fucking bad at these so im just gonna LIST things and hope you get the vibe. i am a pisces sun, scorpio moon. i prob have a napoleon complex a little bit lmao. my favorite social media site is goodreads and i get rlly sad when my friends rate books i love poorly dfljskdfs. i can touch my tongue to my nose. i eat a lot of persimmons. i have a favorite rock at my local park that i visit a lot. idk dfskjls. i’m v friendly tho so pls hmu. i send a lot of memes, and love making meme edits for the chars so im rlly sorry in advance if you guys hate that.

01. basics.

NAME. dylan h. hawthorne. ALIASES. dyl, hawth. AGE. twenty. HOMETOWN. hartford, ct. GENDER. cismale. PRONOUNS. he/him.

02. appearance.

EYES. green. HAIR. brown. HEIGHT. 6”0 BUILD. lean. BIRTHMARKS / BURNS / SCARS. a birthmark the shape of australia on his left thigh. TATTOOS. n/a. PIERCINGS. n/a.

03. habits.

ALCOHOL ? socially. SMOKING ? socially. HABITS. fidgets in chairs. cracks knuckles and back often. nervous laughter. chewing on pencils. talking to his plants. dogearing books. staring off into space and applying chapstick for a prolonged period of time. getting overly competitive about boardgames. stress cleaning. carries a book in his bag always. night owl. incredibly impatient when the internet is slow. creature of habit when it comes to menus, orders the same shit over and over again. LIKES. feeding the ducks at the local pond. the smell of the earth after a rainstorm. the way music sounds coming from another room. kissing. watering his plants. inside jokes. making wishes in fountains. discussing a recently finished book with someone. making handmade cards for friends on their birthday. fireworks. coming of age films. packages wrapped in twine. jogs. the way friday nights feels when you’re with someone you love. the feeling you get leaving the movie theatre. DISLIKES. being late. having too many coins on him. coffee with no sugar. when people speak loudly in the library. doing laundry. handshakes with too much squeeze. receiving voicemails. untidiness. golf. charles dickens. lectures with no student input. hot weather. confrontation. being caught in a lie. losing his umbrella. people who cheat during games. rainboots. bad table manners. humidity.

04. personality.

MYERS-BRIGGS. infp. ENNEAGRAM. the helper. ZODIAC. pisces. TEMPERAMENT. melancholic. ALIGNMENT. neutral good. ARCHETYPE. the lover. POSITIVE. empathetic. sensitive. intelligent. charismatic. easygoing. gentle. loyal. passionate. romantic. humble. supportive. gregarious. playful. diligent. NEGATIVE. deceitful. gullible. finicky. naive. obsessive. perfectionistic. secretive. timid. possessive. weak-willed. indecisive. cynical. indulgent. summary: basically, dylan is a love starved, people pleasing nervous wreck. big ass nerd who wants to be everyones friend, wants to be liked SO BAD. very charming and charismatic, comes off as fairly confident and comfortable at first. is able to make everyone feel loved and like they’re the most important person in the world, however lacks a backbone. is both romeo and juliet, and just as dumb as both of them too.

05. hc’s.

dylan was a football player in high school, believe it or not. he was rather good at it too, which is sort of jarring considering his pacifistic nature. however, he DID land on someone incorrectly at some point during his senior year, and broke their wrist. he quickly abandoned the sport altogether because of how guilty he felt.

touched on this briefly but dylan really… loves indiana jones lmao. like, it’s quite ironic given his absolutely inability to be a badass, and lack of suaveness. however, he admires indy’s lust for adventure. he also was obsessed with the mummy as a kid. both of these were incredible sources in his very irrational decision to sudden anthropology. however, he does really love and admire anthropology. his favorite ethnography is the spirit catches you and you fall down, which makes him cry like a little bitch every time he even thinks about it.

he’s the second oldest, but he is also baby. he is SUCH a big momma’s boy. he misses his mom so much. he writes to her often, and of course calls her even more. despite being six-foot tall, he still goes home and rests his head on his mother's lap, falls asleep as she runs her fingers through his hair. he often tries to find native english plants and flowers to press, and mail back to his mother in the form of bookmarks. has nEVER STEPPED ON A CRACK IN HIS LIFE, BABY.

just leaves a shit ton of notes in books in the library. some are riddles, some are poetry, some are commentary on the book, some are doodles. just depends on how he’s feeling for that book. he doesn’t tell anyone he does it, but he’s waiting for someone to connect the dots with his handwriting and writing style.

speaking of plants, his room is basically a big greenhouse. he has so many plants, and takes serious care of them all. he has a little humidifier in his space for them, marks down when he waters what plants, and has a label maker to label them all with a name. they are all named after shakespeare characters.

dyl is a doodler, so much so that he contributes to the school paper as a cartoonist. his cartoons are usually just random thoughts he has, but sometimes they get political and he works marxism into them. (this man loves marx.)

[ suicide implied tw, death mention tw ] he dresses like a victorian boy in love with his roommate who has recently died of scarlet fever and in his mourning, plans to disappear in the bog by the school by mysterious circumstances and become a ghost that haunts the college with his lover. like lots of gray and slacks and ties ands ties and sweaters, lol. also he has glasses that he never wears because he can never find them! catch him squinting in your classroom because he can’t see SHIT. too shy to ask you for your notes though, doesn’t wanna inconvenience you! but when he’s Out on the Town®, he fucking wears like, tacky patterned shirts that are expensive but ugly. someone please help him.

all about fun socks! he loves owning socks that have dumb little images on them. if you get him a pair of fun socks, he’d absolutely go nuts. his entire week: made.

he leaves his roommate limericks when he senses they are sad. tapes em to the bathroom mirror or leaves them in the fridge. also loves buying people presents. tiny ones. like haunted looking things from second hand stores, or your favorite chocolate. also is the sort of friend that has EVERYTHING in his bag, in case someone cuts themselves or has a headache. can be a bit of a mom himself. it’s the little things, y’know?

prob still in his emo phase. listens to way too mcr to not be lmao.

eco-friendly king, will not stand for you not recycling.

if you will allow him, he will attempt to have a secret handshake with you. he’s a child. is dying for someone to memorize the parent trap handshake and indulge him.

cannot sit still in a chair. fidgets an excessive amount, the bobbing of his knee and the squirming around. it just never ends.

bi. that’s the hc.

he’s a little bit in love with everyone he meets if you couldn’t tell, and it’s fucking disastrous.

he is based loosely off: patroclus ( the song of achilles ), ponyboy curtis ( the outsiders ), laurie laurence ( little women ), eduardo saverin ( the social network ), remus lupin ( hp ), oliver marks ( if we were villains. )

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#opalsintro #intro #his background and things are in the big ass bio dfsklds but this is the gist of it lol

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stormyweaver · 4 years ago

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Borrowed Time || Chp. 1

So my latest hyperfixation has been this show on Netflix called ‘Swee/t Home’. It’s a live-action South Korean adaption of a webtoon comic, and seriously if you’ve never heard of it before, at least watch the first episode. If you aren’t hooked, gosh, I don’t know what could make a person want more! But you don’t have to have seen the show to enjoy this I think, but again I’d highly reccommend checking the series out. I adore every single character and I’ll probably be writing more about them all, but for now I’m focusing on Pyeon San/g-wook because h-he’s my fave... He’s basically a mysterious drifter who dolls out justice in his own badass way, and he’s amazing and a super complex character.

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR EPISODE FIVE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED:

This is after Sang-wook kills the pedophile he was hired to find, and then drags his body outside while bringing two other victims who had died to a monster inside the apartment building. It was pouring raining and my brain instantly went: how can you have a out-in-the-rain scene without sickness? BLASPHEMY! Anyway hope y’all enjoy!

The timing might have been slightly comical if he didn't have a splitting headache. Or, was it a concussion? That... nurse had mentioned something similar, but he truly hadn't paid her any mind. Why would he give someone so prying the time of day in the first place? He hated being touched without his permission, no matter the reason; maybe she had simply been trying to help, but there was absolutely no way in hell he was going to let her continue treating him as if he was some weakling.

No, he only... felt weak, due to all of the stress. He would bounce back eventually - he inevitably did. Though he could never fully comprehend why, his body had an uncanny ability to heal faster than most, and bestowed him with a strength that most people only ever imagined themselves possessing. It had served him well over the years, made him capable of surviving on his own for as long as he'd needed to, aided him in carrying out the tasks others simply didn't have the stomach for. It had of course, had it's downsides - there were injuries and ailments he simply couldn't knock in a matter of hours, and those instances where he'd been forced to finally allow his body to rest were intensely irritating.

A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead as he staggered through the dirtied hallway and, sensing that he was finally alone, allowed himself to lean bodily against a flyer-littered wall. His breath was coming in short, harsh pants, almost bordering on wheezing, though his teeth instantly grit at the idea. He wasn't weak-- damn it, if Jae-heon had just left him out there to die, he wouldn't be feeling like utter, completely useless shit right now. The zealot likely loathed him just like the rest, if not fear then at the very least an intense dislike. Only his 'vows' or whatever meaningless word of God had made him keep the gate open. He swallowed- or rather, made an attempt to, and was unsurprised to find that the action was mildly painful. Pair that was the throbbing near his sinuses, the malaise, and the general feeling of being lethargic, it wouldn't take a medical professional to inform him that he was unwell. What was that old saying? Something about only fools catching a chill from standing out in the rain? Nonsense. But... well, he wasn't about to start pondering old proverbs with a pounding headache. At least he wasn't getting a nose bleed. Just a stuffy one. It took Sang-wook longer than he would have preferred to stand up straight again and continue limping down the walkway, but eventually he did, coming to a stop on the corner of a vacant room. He could practically hear his limbs creak as he perched himself on the edge of a step, and one hand automatically slipped into his jacket pocket. Some habits were harder to break than others. And if ever there a time he truly needed a smoke... With the lit cigarette between his lips, he began to ponder what his next move would be. He had technically finished his business there; no other reason to remain other than the fact that fucking monsters were roaming the city. Of all the positively inconvenient bullshit - monsters. Not that he had any real plans after taking care of matters. He never did. Being a drifter meant not making attachments, not allowing himself to get roped into anything unless it was related to his main task. And yet there he was, with an apartment full of people who either saw him as a thug or a threat or, for some irritatingly insane reason, a person to be pardoned. A laughable concept at best. He didn't even want to be pardoned - he didn't regret the things he had done, to begin with. And wasn't that one of the key steps to getting into heaven? Being repentant for your sins? Well, that was already one big strike against him. Just how did that damned nosey priest expect him to continue on, then? Why had he been so adamant about "saving" him? Why? A trail of smoke filtered past his nostrils, nose absently wrinkling as the thoughts only served to frustrate him all the more. What the hell was he going to do... He brought the stick to his lips again, but his breath caught pre-inhale, mouth forming a deeper frown than normal. A small pin-prick had been stinging the back of his nose ever since he'd woken up, but so far he'd been able to ignore it. Until now. He sniffed harshly, once, twice and, thinking that was that, but the moment he closed his lips around the cigarette, he inhaled harshly through his nose. "hH'KGSHHh!" The sneeze jerked his head down sharply, though he managed to keep it relatively quiet. The last thing he needed was some passerby hearing and having the guts to try and approach him. Though containing it hadn't done his headache any favors, and his teeth had nearly snapped the cigarette in half. Hell, he couldn't even smoke in peace. What was the point of still being alive, again? "You shouldn't be smoking," Ah, there it was. Sang-wook didn't need to glance up in order to place the voice - he could smell the self-righteousness from a mile away. Or, he would have, had he been able to smell anything at the moment.

Resisting the urge to sniffle, he made no attempt at offering even a semblance of acknowledgement towards the other. Not that it would stop him from poking his nose where it didn't belong, so it came as no surprise when Jae-heon stood directly in front of him, gradually lowering himself until he was seated similarly to the other with a soft grunt. Sighing, Sang-wook plucked the useless cigarette from his lips and tossed it to the floor, swiftly crunching it beneath his boot. "I'm not,"

Jae-heon hummed in acknowledgement. "I don't say it to judge," Sang-wook wasn't sure why he felt the need to clarify, but his gaze did flit over to the other's general direction for a moment. He could see the glint his blade gave off out of the corner of his eye. Curious. Although he didn't doubt the other's skill, he just didn't see a point in taking it with him everywhere. But that was ultimately his choice, and he didn't have the mental capacity to bother pondering why he did so. "How are you feeling?" The scarred man barely lifted his eyes to Jae-heon, who gestured with his chin towards the direction Sang-wook had originally walked from. "Yu-ri took a look at your head injury, right? Is it serious?"

The only response he gave was a meager shrug. Sang-wook wouldn't willingly give information about how he was feeling when it didn't matter in the long run. Whether he was fine or slowly bleeding out, what difference would it make? You shouldn't be alive in the first place; why does he care? God, thinking made his head throb. Couldn't he just be alone in this god forsaken complex for more than a solid minute?

He heard Jae-heon sigh, noted him shift slightly, but still kept his gaze glued to the floor. "What you did... I can't agree with your actions," Sang-wook almost scoffed aloud. Was he really expected to listen to a lecture about right and wrong? His attention was already split, anyway. The itch sparked in his sinuses still burned, not having been satisfied with the weak excuse for a sneeze, and every facial muscle was tensed as he worked to smother the sensation into submission. At least he always happened to look stoic, so he doubted the other would notice. Still, hearing Jae-heon gear up for a sermon of sorts didn't bode well for his waning resolve. "But I do understand why you did what you did. The others might not - they might still see you as something that you're not-" "What would you know about what I am?" Sang-wook interjected sharply, a scowl evident on his features. Admittedly, it hurt to talk, and he internally cringed at the trace of hoarseness in his voice. But he didn't like anyone thinking of him as some misunderstood wretch worthy of some kind of redemption. He wasn't a hero, he wasn't a villain, not good or evil - he simply was, and he never needed to be more or less than that, didn't need to satisfy anyone's opinion of him. Jae-heon glanced down momentarily, looking as if he were trying to gather his thoughts. Speaking could come as easily as breathing at certain times, and yet there were moments were every point of diction managed to fail him. "I'm not here to pity you. And I wouldn't claim to understand you. Every person has their reasons for what they do - and every person has to stand with those reasons before the almighty. I'm not here to judge," The scarred skin beneath Sang-wook's eye jumped slightly. "Then what are you here to do? Whatever it is, you're wasting your..." He had to pause, throat constricting momentarily before he sighed unevenly through his nose, "... breath. You should be more concerned about yourself," Jae-heon couldn't help but quirk a miniscule smile at that. "That isn't God's way. Besides, I wouldn't still be alive if I had decided to be selfish," His thoughts shifted to Hyun-su, Mr. Han, Ms. Im and Ji-su - he had all of them to thank for his life, for making it this far. People who, while they may not have shared the same faith as himself, had believed that sticking together and looking after each other was the way to survive - was the right path. No matter their differences, they chose to be selfless, and that was what had led them to finding the other survivors. Sang-wook didn't reply, mainly due to the fact that he wasn't sure he could safely do so without breaking his concentration. Though it didn't matter - Jae-heon continued anyway. "You didn't have to bring back Min-Ju and Su-ung. I won't ask you why, because to me, what matters is that you did. That means something," When Sang-wook didn't respond again, Jae-heon opened his mouth to continue, only to be silenced when the other opposite him took in a sharp inhale and twisted off to the side. "hH'GKxnt! h'HCHGnt!" Jae-heon blinked for a moment, not really startled by the sneezes but seeming to examine Sang-wook with a little more scrutiny, to which the the other flashed him a glare. Unfazed, he continued to gaze at the other. "You look pale. You should be resting," Sang-wook simply scoffed, cringing at the phlegm lining his throat. He desperately needed to sniff back the moisture threatening to breach his nostrils, but his pride held the action back as Jae-heon continued to press the issue. "You're up and about after having passed out - and you were in the rain for a good while. You might be getting sick," And if he was? What the hell did it matter? Sang-wook wanted to press both heels of his palms against his eyes and grind until the pressure behind them lessened at least a little. He was exhausted, and fatigue suddenly swept over him like the storm clouds still raging outside. Everything felt heavy and sluggish which, for someone with normally such sharp senses, was more than off-putting. It felt wrong. He felt wrong. Why was the good Christian wasting time worrying about whether or not he was ill when there were literal monsters still roaming the apartment? As if sensing his turmoil, Jae-heon finally moved to stand back up, katana blade resting by his side. "You should go see Yu-ri - at the very least she can give you something for your head," He began to turn away, paused, then uttered something that made the skin on the back of Song-wook's neck prickle uncomfortably.

"Take care of yourself," Jae-heon’s retreating footsteps seemed to echo unusually loud, and it wasn't until he could no longer hear them any longer that Sang-wook finally indulged in a thick, pitiful sniffle and allowed his head to drop into his waiting hands.

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vs-redemption · 5 years ago

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Crime is Common. Logic is Rare. (Ch 7)

Chapter Seven: Questions (HawksxGN!Reader)

Plot summary: You thought your hands were full as a regular quirk geneticist, but then you meet Hawks and things get even more exciting!

Warnings:

⚠️This story contains spoilers from the manga.

⚠️Some events and plot points have been altered from the original manga

Next Chapter : Chapter Guide

Watching the fight between Endeavor, Hawks, and the Nomu was horrible for so many reasons. It had only been a few months since the Kamino incident which had resulted in a demolished district, plenty dead, even more injured, and All Might’s sudden retirement. It had appeared that they might lose the new number one hero this time, but thanks to his fiery determination, Endeavor managed to kill what everyone was calling the “high-end” Nomu. What was even more miraculous, there hadn’t been a single casualty due to the support of Hawks and his amazing feathers. You were sure that you weren’t the only one to notice that this particular Nomu had been on a whole other level than the others though. It had almost been strong enough to take out the two top heroes and had caused an insane amount of damage to the city.

“Is my face still magical?” Hawks asks you the next day. He’d called you into his office for your daily report. He looks at you with puppy eyes while pointing to his face where his visor had been smashed in during the fight. He had a nice sized cut down the middle of his forehead.

“That’s not funny,” You tell him flatly. “You could’ve died.”

“Endeavor had it worse than me,” he states while shrugging. “He’s still in the hospital.”

“Yeah, but look at your wings!” You gesture to the two small stumps poking out the back of his jacket. It wasn’t pretty. “They’re gone.”

“My feathers will grow back in a couple days,” Hawks promises with his trademark cheesy grin.

“You’re lucky that guy from the league of villains that showed up didn’t try to fight you,” you couldn’t help lecturing a bit. The battle had really scared you. Hawks lets out a sigh, looking a bit more solemn now.

“Yeah,” he agrees.

“Endeavor was barely standing, and your feathers were all burned up,” you tilt your head curiously. “Why didn’t he attack? It doesn’t make sense.”

“Shouldn’t we just be grateful that he didn’t?” Hawks asks with a hopeful smile.

“You don’t seem like the type of guy to just chalk something like that up to good luck,” you point out with a frown. “He had the top two heroes at his mercy, but he just walked away?” Hawks purses his lips and scratches at his head.

“I think the police will probably look into that,” he laughs.

“Why did he even show himself at all?” your train of thought was going full speed ahead now. Maybe it was because of your quirk, but you could get fixated on small details sometimes. They nagged at your brain until you could determine if they were significant or not. “That’s unusual. None of the league’s members showed up during the Hosu incident. The leader and that portal guy were spotted watching from a distance, but they never fought or engaged the heroes in any way.” You paused for a moment to organize your thoughts. “Yeah! And in Kamino, the entire league got warped away by that All For One guy. They never participated in the fight. It was just him and the Nomus. So why did that blue fire guy come out into the open this time?”

“Who knows what goes on in the minds of villains,” Hawks shrugs. “You could drive yourself crazy trying to understand why they do the terrible things they do.”

“Yeah,” you shake out of your trance. “Sorry, I didn’t meant to go off like that. I’m glad you’re okay though. And it looks like Endeavor is going to make a full recovery.”

“I hear he’ll have a nasty scar, but he’ll be just fine in a few days,” Hawks assures you. “I’m sorry you had to be out here when this happened but try not to think on it or let it get to you too much.”

“Okay,” You agree before getting back to the topic of his lab.

Unfortunately though, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even a couple weeks after your trip to Hawks’ agency had ended, you still found yourself ruminating over the High-End fight. So far, the league of villains had kept all their activity around one area on the main island of Japan. Why had they chosen to release a Nomu all the way down in Kyushu all of a sudden? And what was more, the Nomu had appeared right when Endeavor had arrived in that region. Had they known he was going there? Were they targeting him now that All Might had retired? Why had they waited to attack him in such an inconvenient location? All the questions swirling around your head were driving you to distraction and testing your boss’ nerves. Perhaps Hawks had been right. You’d go crazy if you tried to figure out the inner workings of a villain’s mind.

Speaking of the bird, you were growing more and more annoyed with him as the days passed. You understood that he was a busy guy, but surely he should’ve gotten back to you about the job offer by now, or at least had someone else do it. Before you’d come home, he’d promised to contact you as soon as he could. You had his personal number now, but honestly you were worried about bothering him or overstepping some boundary. It wasn’t until you saw reports that he’d been seen around your area that you decided to pick up the phone and call him. He sounded surprised to hear from you, but not angry, and agreed to meet with you for a couple hours over the weekend.

“Aw, so this meeting is really about business huh?” Hawks sighs in faux disappointment when you explain your frustrations as you both stroll through the park where you’d chosen to meet. It was a little chilly outside, so there weren’t many people around to bother you. “I thought we were friends now.”

“If we’re friends, why’d you leave me hanging for so long?” You weren’t letting him off the hook. You were glad to see he was still okay though. His face was completely healed and his bright red wings were as full and vibrant as ever. His quirk really was incredible.

“I thought I told the research department to email you,” Hawks awkwardly scratches at his head.

“Does that mean you’re not offering me a position?” You ask and this question seems to shock him.

“No!” he states. “It’s just that I haven’t figured out how best to utilize your talents at my agency yet.” That was an annoying response.

“If you don’t know if I can do anything else to benefit your agency, then you don’t have to hire me,” you couldn’t help but feel like something was off about this whole thing, but you couldn’t put a finger on what it was. Hawks was the one who had been pursuing you for the job, but now he seemed to be second guessing it. Not getting the job was a little disappointing, but it wasn’t the end of the world for you.

“I’m sorry,” Hawks gives you a sad smile. “I shouldn’t keep you waiting. The thing is, the hero commission wants me working in this area for a while so it might actually be better to have you here.” You had no idea if that was just an excuse of if he meant it, but you decided to drop it for now.

“So, did they ever figure out what was up with that high-end Nomu?” you ask. Hawks smiles, but it looks forced.

“I haven’t heard anything that hasn’t been reported in the news already,” He says and you’re sure he’s lying. This was the guy who had picked your brain for hours about the research you’d done in your lab and the studies you’d observed in Tokyo. There was no way he hadn’t made sure to know every scrap of information they’d picked up from the Nomu he’d help to fight.

“Why didn’t it attack you?” you ask.

“What?” His golden eyes go wide.

“That Nomu only went after Endeavor,” you tell him. “I watched the video a few times. That Nomu went straight for Endeavor every time. And after Endeavor went down, it started causing damage around the city. It never went after you.” Hawks stares at you for a moment before shaking his head.

“That fight really got into your head, didn’t it?” He asks. “They’re still studying that Nomu, so we can’t know for sure why it acted the way it did.”

“Yeah, I guess.” It wasn’t a satisfying answer. You’d already emailed the research lab in Tokyo to ask if you could come back, but they’d claimed the pass you’d obtained from Hawks still had limitations. They weren’t going to let you anywhere near the high-end Nomu. You’d kind of expected that much, but it just made you all the more curious.

Because Hawks was extremely busy, you weren’t able to talk to him for much longer. He had patrols to do, but he said he’d try to schedule another meeting with you soon. Somehow he’d been able to dodge and dance around everything you’d been hoping to get answers for. It was very frustrating. You went back to your apartment wondering if would ever actually get back in touch with you again.

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lucdoodle · 4 years ago

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Like A DAD !

Summary: Three times where the brothers see Raph as a dad, and one time he finally notices.

Made with @prototypelq

Also on Ao3

1- Donnie

Currently, Donnie was near the entrance of his lab as he stared at the floor while Raph was in front of him and lecturing him about his actions, even if he wasn’t really listening to his big bro.

The reason of why he was in this situation to begin with was that he had been building a new, very clever and effective upgrade for his high-tech bō and had the less brilliant idea of testing it soon after finishing it. That is, around two in the morning, when all of his brothers and also Splinter were asleep and he was the only one still up tinkering in his workshop.

But sadly, his genius idea literally went up in smoke as it exploded during the test with a strong and very loud "BOOM" that echoed through the sewers.

Who was immediately followed by a powerful "DONIIIIIIE!" And if he knew the red turtle as well as he thought he did, and he knew he did, it usually meant 'You’re into trouble young man!’.

"Do you realize you could have hurt yourself like that?" And here he was, as his big brother lectured him.

"Sorry, Raph…" Honestly, he just wanted to go back to his workshop to find out what was wrong with the upgrade, but he knew that with Raph watching over him, that would be impossible.

“You better be sorry! Do you know how you worried us with that explosion? Besides, what were you doing at two am working? You are supposed to be sleeping!" The oldest turtle continued to scold him.

"Oh that’s fine, you're not my dad!"

"I'm not, but that doesn't stop me from worrying about you!" Even though his older brother's tone and voice were angry, his face only expressed concern for his younger brother.

Donatello rolled his eyes, sometimes Raph's brother protective instinct was hard to handle.

Seeing his little brother's reaction, the red turtle realized that he wasn't listening to him anyway and that it was already quite late.

Raph sighed, "Okay, I’m gonna pass for this one. But next time you experiment something, please avoid doing it in the middle of the night? And above all, avoid almost exploding yourself please?" His voice had grown softer as he spoke.

"Yeah, got it..." Donnie was still kinda upset that he couldn't continue his tests, but since he had just blown up about half of his workshop, he judged that even if Raph let him go, he couldn't doing much anyway.

“Okay, back to bed now." Was the only warning the purple turtle had before Raph took him like he weighed absolutely nothing (which was probably the case now that he thought about it) and started to walk to his brother’s room.

“Hey! I can walk!" He had too much pride for that! Seriously, he wasn't a baby anymore! He didn't need his brother to put him to bed like he and his brothers did when they were little turtles, no matter that his brother was still the tallest of the family and that he was always been able to lift them easily.

At that his brother just hummed and continued on his way. In reaction, Donnie gasped dramatically, as if his own brother had betrayed him, and that reaction was not at all dramatic, okay!

Raph finally let him go and Donatello landed on his bed with an ‘ Oof ’ sound.

"How long have you been awake anyway?" ‘Too long’ was what he wanted to reply but he kept his mouth shut, his brother continued, "You shouldn't be working until that late Donnie. Well, good night lil’ bro!" The larger turtle says in the same tone that a parent would talk to their kid.

“Yeah, good night Raph." He answered with his voice a little blocked as his was still face first into the mattress. His brother laughed a little and smiled softly, before leaving he added "Don't go to bed too late."

Honestly, Raph was behaving more like a dad that a brother sometimes, what he was supposed to do with that. If he wanted to keep his image of a person without feelings, he couldn't say that the fact that Raph was always looking after him and his bros made him happy.

But he was smiling softly to himself as he put on his pajamas and closed his eyes to rest for the first time in just too long.

Unknown to Donnie and Raph, at the sound of the explosion a certain mutant rat-man woke up and went to see, where the other brothers had already guessed what had happened and had let Raph lecture their genius bro.

Splinter at the sight of the scene and at Raph's dedication to his little brother well-being smiled knowingly to himself and walked away, knowing that the brothers will always be there for each other, and that Red in particular would always watch over them.

2- Leo

Hueso, "You know what I'm going to have to do..."

Leo, "Please, don’t!" He said in a plaintive tone without really believing in his own words, he knew the minute the firdt table at Hueso’s establishment was broken that he was screwed.

Hueso, “I'm going to call your dad."

"UURG! Come on!" He couldn't help but growl. "Can't we sort this out nicely? We're friends, aren't we? Ummm?" Suddenly he lifted his head as an idea occurred to him and smiled. "And what if I put that on the line?…" he said as he placed two coupons for a teddy bear in one of Hueso's bony hand.

"Just because you failed to get me to cooperate with one ticket last time doesn't mean that with two it works!" He exclaimed almost offended as he handed the tickets back to him instead of balling them up and throwing them like the first time he tried this. Leo was glad that although the yokai skeleton would never admit it out loud, they had become good friends.

Without doing it on purpose, earlier Leo participated into a battle at his friend's place when a villain mutant that he already fought with his bros in the past (although it was really rare that there was mutants instead of yokai except for them, but here they were) recognized Leo and a fight followed within the establishment. But in his defense, Leo made a heck of a show for every client watching him fight.

The villain ends up fleeing after that the great Leo kicked his butt but the fight had done some property damage and the other mutant was already too far away to ask him to come back and pay for everything he broke.

"So what's your father's number again?" Hueso's voice comes.

Shiiiiiiiit, he couldn't tell his pops that he had accidentally damaged a mystic pizza place! He had nothing against his dad but if he found out about that he wouldn’t ever hear the end of how that was the perfect setting where he could have used bowls instead of his teleporting portal-generating Ōdachi to fight.

“Urrg, what would Lou Jitsu do?" He thought not dor the first time, but it was quite unlikely that Lou Jitsu would ever be in trouble because he damaged a pizza place and his friend/owner was asking him to call for his dad.

So in a slightly less familiar but not unfamiliar way, he thought, "What would Raph do?" Hoping Mind Raph would give him some helpful advice.

Mind Raph materialized in Leo's mind and pointed with a thumbs up to himself while saying, "Just call me!" And he was right! Leo could just call him instead of their dad! It wouldn't be the first time their big brother has taken the role of their father in the immediate absence of their dad, so there was no promblem!

"Oh, my dad's phone number? Here it is." He then dictated the number to Hueso. Leo was glad that Donnie made a phone for each one of them, it was really handy sometimes.

And so, like a student who got into trouble and waiting for their parents to arrive after the teacher called them, he waited in one of the seats that hasn’t been destroyed while trying to make conversation with his skeleton friend.

Finally, a big red turtle appeared at the entrance to the pizzeria through the wall. And Hueso directly noticed the difference between his oldest brother and the rat-man he had heard about. “He's not your father." He said with a certain reproach in his voice as he turned to Leo.

“Dad, Raph, same difference! Besides, he's the oldest of all of us and also the most mature one anyway!"

Hueso sign, decided to roll with it and walked over to Raph, "Well, I guess even if you're not his father you'll do."

"What did he do?" His big brother said as if it was routine for Leo to break stuff and then for Raph to talk their way out of the problem. Which, to be fair, was the case.

After that Hueso explained to him what had happened and why his restaurant was in such bad shape compared to usual, Raph apologized for his little brother and Hueso demanded a repayment. At this Raph seemed taken by surprise, Leo knew it was Donnie who was taking care of the finances in the family, not Raph.

"Um, well," Raphael said very classy, "It's not much but here." He handed him a discount coupon to make a teddy bear with both hands, bending down his spine a little like their father had taught them.

A silence.

At the expression on the skeleton's face of disbelief and like if it was written 'why?' on it, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing (again), Leo could only burst into laughter.

Just the picture was so hilarious for him that he had tears in his eyes and practically rolled on the floor at this point. He couldn't believe his brother had done the exact same thing as he did, but he did got his coupons through his big brother after all.

Raph honestly had a genuine confused expression on his face at Hueso and Leo's reactions.

The skeleton said to Leo a little irritated, "Well, at least now I know who you get from at least..."

At that Raph looked like something clicked and roughly figured out what was going on and looked a little embarrassed. He pushed the coupon into one of the bony hands of the yokai and then took Leo under one of his arms and ran into the mystic portal wall.

The youngest turtle waved goodbye at his friend while still laughing. "Alright, thanks for everything, sorry for the inconvenience, bye!" Added Raph, still running.

Leo had a smile plastered on his face the whole time. He was glad that whatever problem he would fallen into, his oldest brother would always be there to help him out.

The owner barely had time to say "Hey-!" Before Raph and Leo were already gone, leaving him alone, in a damaged restaurant, with now three discount coupons for a teddy bear.

And Leo was right, at least his older brother DID tried to be mature (at least he tried his best). He had rather low exceptions for the father of those brothers agents of chaos.

But surprisingly enough, the red turtle had met them.

Maybe he could get Hueso junior a teddy bear or two on his way home after all.

3- Mikey

Mikey 's head popped out from the kitchen, "Hey Raph, can you help me cook something?"

"Of course Mikey ." Raph put his alters down on the floor and walked to the kitchen.

Although Mikey was the best cook in the house with their dad, Raph was the second best brother to cook. Something to do with the fact that he used to make meals for his little brothers when they were little, although there’s not much age difference between them. It was also Raph who had made Mikey interested and taught him the basics of how to cook before Splinter offered him a cookbook.

"What do you need my help with?"

"Oh, well…" Mikey seemed to hesitate and looked at the kitchen utensils scattered around them as if he was looking for something but wasn't sure what. Raph tilted his head on one side in confusion.

"Ah-Ah!" Mikey exclaimed, as he victoriously holds up the big bowl with the kitchen whisk and some eggs in it in the air.

"Can you beat the eggs for me, please?" He then made the best puppy eyes he had, even though, knowing his big brother, he already knew the answer.

"Sure buddy." The red turtle replied, bless his brother for his kindness. He never said no if he could help someone, especially if that 'someone' was one of his little brothers.

"I'm trying to bake a cake by the way!" He said as he got ready to work on the other ingredients.

"Better make a big one then." Raph replied.

"Haha, yeah!" And if Mikey knew his older brother well, he had to make sure that at least half the cake was enough to appease the red turtle’s big appetite. Although he knew Raph meant that they had to make enough for everyone.

So they baked together, Mikey giving him more chores as the cake was being made. Mikey really enjoyed cooking with Raph, he was so happy that he was humming a catchy tune to himself. His brother’s precense was familiar and also nostalgic to him, it reminded him of so much good memories, like that one time when they accidentally set the kitchen on fire... Okay, maybe they had happier cooking memories than that.

Raph had always been there for them, pops had never discouraged him to do so, and Mikey was almost sure that having an eldest son who looked after his little brothers so much was the dream for a lot of parents and siblings. It was almost like Raph was a father figure.

...

.......

Oh mi gosh he was a father figure.

"Hey, Mikey," the red turtle snapped him out of his thoughts, "Why did you ask me for help?" Mikey turned to him with a slightly confused expression, "Why not?"

"I mean, you don’t need my help, I know you're strong enough to whip the eggs yourself and you’re an amazing cook too." Raph was probably referring to all the times where he yeeted things that should clearly not be yeeted, like cargo, trucks and such.

"Oh, well…" It’s always better to tell the truth, he reminded himself of doctor delicate. "Do you remember when you taught me the basics of cooking when we were kids, and we used to cook together? I missed that a bit, so I kind of made an excuse to do that with you again."

" Mikey," Raph put one of his hands on his little brother's head and then pat him gently and always careful to control his strength like he always did. "You don't have to make up any excuse if you just wanna spend time with me you know, you can just ask me." If Mikey had hair, they would probably be messy with all the patting.

Raph was smiling gently at him with a kind expression that judged by others would be odd on a person of this stature and appearance. But for Mikey and the rest of the family, there was nothing more natural.

Yup, definitely a father figure.

4- Raph

Mikey, Leo, Donnie and himself were in the living room of the lair, Leo and Mikey were playing a video game while Raph was in the armchair right behind them and watched the game playing between them, Donnie was in the other armchair at his right, eyes fixed on his phone.

Then a sudden revelation came to him.

"Guys?..."

His brothers looked back at him, curious. Mikey paused the game they were playing and Donnie stopped tapping on his phone to listen to him.

“Am I like, a dad to you or what?"

Without even considering for a second, Mikey replied with a smile “Kinda!"

Leo, “Pretty much."

Donnie, “Yeah."

Raph looked at them like they've grown a second head. “What?? He could only respond, confused by their replies and even more confused by the fact that it sounded so obvious to them.

“I thought you knew." Leo replied at the extreme confusion that was on his oldest brother’s face.

"I didn’t!" He answered immediately. "What about dad then?"

"I’m pretty sure he knows." Mikey answered this time, his smile still on his face.

“I do know!" As to prove his point, a vague voice came from somewhere further into the lair.

“DAAAAD?!" The exclamation of disbelief came as Raph was now kneeling on the armchair and was facing around where Spliter's voice came from.

Donnie seemed to find the whole exchange funny since he had a amused look on his face, barely hidden by his now forgotten phone as Raph looked at him desperately for answers to the news he was apparently the only one who didn’t know.

Leo and Mikey seemed to also enjoy the show if he could tell by how they were trying to hold back their laughs. He appreciated the effort though. But he still needed answers.

"What do you mean by 'he knows' Mikey?! Wait." Raph turned in his chair again, facing where his dad in an other room was. “DAD! Do I behave like a dad sometimes?" He called.

A distant voice replied for the second time, "You sure do, son!"

Raph, “WHAAAT?!"

Leo burst out laughing, Mikey as well but less loudly while Donnie was still holding back.

Raph spoke again, much quieter than earlier, "But, isn't it... Weird?"

At the doubt in the voice of the red turtle, Leo decided to reassure him by smiling and putting his arm around the shoulders of his big brother," Of course it’s not bro, what would we be without your parental instinct anyway?" But Raph still didn't look completely convinced as he slid his gaze to Leo to the floor.

Suddenly a paternal hand rested on Raph's shoulder, he turned his head to see Splinter who had probably come to see what was happening, patting him on the shoulder. "Raphael, know that I could never dream of having a better son who cares for his brothers as much as you do. I’m so proud of you."

At the end of this sentence Raph had tears in his eyes and before anyone could add anything else, the red turtle hugged them all in his arms in one big hug as he was smiling one ear to another, as the others were reacting to being lifted by Raph, and gave his family a very light squeeze, still aware of his own strength.

“I love you so much guys!" Raph said in a tone that couldn't be more sincere.

This was followed by “Same here, red” and several variations of “Love you too, bro!" at the same time from his father and his baby brothers. While the four of them were held by one man in a big family hug. Too bad April, (aka their adopted sister) wasn't there but Raph made a mental note to tell her how much she meant to them and give her a hug as soon as she was back into the lair.

Raph couldn't imagine having a better family than the one he already had.

Some hours later, Raph could be find hugging a very confused April O'Neil as he had a big smile on his face as the other brothers watched a little amused but also were smiling kindly and had sweet gazes on their faces as well.

“What happened here??" She asked genuinely confused while still being hugged by Raph.

Donnie, "Oh nothing, just Raph embracing his inner-dad."

April, "..."

April, "Excuse me, WHAT?!"

#the goal was to add some Onward vibes to rottmnt #fanfiction #rottmnt #rottmnt raph #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #raphael is a good big brother #donnie being older than leo is my headcanon

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xxpadfootxx · 4 years ago

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🐾Beautiful Scars🐾

Summary: Momo Yaoyorozu has a run in with a villain and comes out of it with more than just a few bruises. Can a certain half and half hero help her regain her confidence?

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Nobody knew what happened. All anyone knew was that some sort of accident had happened with Momo Yaoyorozu while she was fighting against a villain during her work-study. Class 1-A was in their third year at U.A., they all knew that accidents could happen, injuries could appear, but this was something that made all of them uneasy. Ever since she had been admitted to the hospital, Momo had not allowed a single classmate of hers to come and see her. All of her friends were frantic, and even those who weren’t as close to her were worried about what her rejection of visitors could mean about her condition.

Aizawa was attempting to teach, lecturing the class on maneuvering in small spaces when confronted with various dangerous situations but nobody was listening. Even Iida, who was always sharp when it came to paying attention and following the rules was staring absentmindedly at the wall, his glasses sliding down his nose unnoticed. All of the girls were obviously worried sick, none of them even looking at the board as they passed notes and text messages beneath their desks, discussing possible ways of sneaking in to see her.

“God damn it,” Kaminari mumbled. “What if she’s dying?”

“Kaminari, don’t say that, you idiot! She’s not dying, but something definitely happened. What if she can’t be a hero anymore?” Kirishima whispered.

“Oh, I desperately hope not! She is such a fantastic hero already, she’d be broken if she couldn’t do the thing she loves anymore!” Mina said.

“Are you all finished?” Aizawa said suddenly, catching the attention of everyone in the classroom, nobody having realized he was listening in. Their teacher sighed, placing his piece of chalk down on the desk.

“I know you are all worried about her, but I promise you, her condition is not critical, she has just received an injury that she is a bit self-conscious about, that is all,” Aizawa said.

“You know what happened to her!?” Hagakure asked in shock.

“Yes, the nurses told me and her parents but nobody else per request of Yaoyorozu herself.”

“Why?” Ojiro asked.

“As I said earlier, she is not very confident with this new injury she has and has spent her time coming to terms with it.”

“But she will be alright?”

“When will we get to see her?”

“When will she come back to class?”

“Will she be able to immediately resume hero work again?”

Aizawa glared as his students as the questions came flying at him, but he knew that was to be expected. Momo had always been a well-loved student amongst her peers, helping her classmates study, giving them confidence, providing her support during hard times, it made sense everyone was worried about her.

“I don’t know too much about her condition so I don’t know when she will be back but I do know that she will be able to start hero work as soon as she does come back. As for when you can see her, that is up to her. I’m sorry, I know you all are worried about her but she is still struggling with this new part of her life so we need to give her that time and space, understand?”

The students of Class 1-A agreed begrudgingly, their stiff body language and soft murmurs telling Aizawa that none of them were very satisfied with his answers. Their teacher sighed and continued his lecture, but not even he was fully invested in the information, all of their minds still focused on the one student missing from their roster.

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“Still no luck?” Jirou asked as Ochako and Mina walked back into Momo’s room, the room all of the girls were using as their meeting place to discuss ways of trying to bring Momo back out of her shell.

“No!” Mina said, throwing her hands up in the air. “We were there for a solid half-hour and all we got was the same thing she’s been saying for weeks! That she can’t see us!”

“At least she is back home now…” Hagakure murmured.

“Yeah, it is nice to know that she isn’t stuck in some cramped hospital room anymore,” Ochako added.

“But I want her to come back to us! It’s been so long and I’m tired of only communicating with her through the speaker at her gate or through a door!” Mina whined.

“Me too,” Tsuyu said quietly from a chair in the corner of the room. “I miss her bright, confident energy.”

The other girls nodded in agreement, the solemn mood in the room resting on their shoulders like a physical weight.

“So… what do we do now?” Jirou asked.

“I have no idea. Maybe if we knew what her injury was we’d be able to convince her that we will love and support her no matter what, but she obviously isn’t going to tell us that so unless we figure out a new plan, we are kind of out of options,” Ochako said.

The girls began to toss around ideas once more, completely oblivious to the figure leaning against the wall just outside the bedroom, listening in to the conversation. Shouto Todoroki closed his eyes as the girls talked, the lack of Momo’s voice joining theirs making his heart clench. Nobody knew it, but Shouto was more worried than anyone else about Momo’s condition. The two had begun working on late-night study sessions together after he learned she was rather skilled at mathematics while struggling with reading, something he excelled at while math was a challenge for him. They had worked together for weeks, studying for a significant exam until it had become a routine. Shortly after the exam was over, the two drifted to each other, both of them missing their study sessions but neither of them wanting to admit it. They had gotten closer, hanging out almost every night, watching movies, studying occasionally, reading books, and telling stories, gradually learning more and more about one another.

Shouto leaned his head against the wall, his eyes still closed and his arms crossed. When he had heard Momo was injured, he had rushed to the hospital before anyone else, desperate to see his best friend alive and well. He had wanted to see her as soon as possible but she had rejected even him, her voice wavering, almost as if she was about to cry, when she talked to him, asking him to leave. Her words had hurt his heart but he had shoved it down, leaving her alone just as she asked. She still rejected to see him, just like she did everyone else, but it was starting to gnaw at him more than ever. He had given her a few weeks of space but now he just wanted to know what was wrong. He knew the rest of their class was worried but Shouto was starting to lose his mind.

Pushing away from the wall, Shouto made up his mind and made his way back to his dorm to grab his shoes and a jacket. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, Shouto exited the U.A. campus and made his way for the train station, determined to see his best friend and figure out what the hell was going on with her.

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Shouto pressed the button on the Yaoyorozu gate speaker, his foot tapping nervously on the pavement. He had no idea why he was so anxious, he figured it was because he hadn’t seen her in so long, but it didn’t stop him from being confused by the butterflies in his stomach or the tingling of his nerves.

“Yaoyorozu residence, how may I help you?” A tinny female voice said through the large speaker.

“Um, my name is Shouto Todoroki, I am a good friend of Momo’s and I was wondering if I could come in and see her? I’ve been really worried about her.”

“I assure you she is being well taken care of here, but she is not allowing visitors at the moment. Thank you for your consideration and I apologize for the inconvenience,” the voice replied.

“Please, I am sure she is plenty taken care of but I just miss her. She’s my best friend and I can’t stand not seeing her anymore. Please, is there any way at all I’d be able to see her? Even if it is only for a moment?”

The voice did not reply for a long time. Shouto even considered leaving until the voice finally echoed out once more.

“Alright, come on in, but please be quiet, she does not know I am letting you in.”

Shouto immediately walked through the gate as the doors opened for him, making sure to remove his shoes before entering their prestigious home. Immediately, a black-haired woman Shouto knew to be Momo’s mother came around the corner, shuffling nervously as she eyed him.

“Hello young Todoroki, she is upstairs in her room on the right of the hall. I normally wouldn’t have let you in but if I’m being honest, I’m worried about her too. She hasn’t had any social interaction with her friends for weeks and she needs to get back on track. She is missing too much school and I know you guys are worried about her. Just be patient with her, she might be angry that I let you in here,” Momo’s mother said.

Shouto nodded. “Thank you.”

He then carefully made his way up the grand staircase, keeping his footsteps light as he walked up to Momo’s room. Once he found the right door, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, raising a slightly trembling fist to knock on the door.

“You can come in, Mom, I told you I’m just catching up on schoolwork,” Momo replied. Taking one more deep breath, Shouto opened the door.

She was facing away from him when he opened the door, seated at a desk that was facing the windows on her wall, but even just the sight of her turned around made him weak in the knees, she was alright. Momo turned around when he didn’t say anything, her pencil still scratching on the piece of paper she had in front of her.

“What do you need, Mom-?” Momo gasped sharply when she saw Shouto instead, her hand flying to cover her left eye. “SHOUTO!! What are you doing here!?”

“I needed to see you, your mother let me in,” he said cooly, moving further into the room and shutting the bedroom door behind him.

“What do you mean you ‘needed’ to see me?”

“I was worried, and I missed you, a lot,” Shouto said, taking a small step forward.

“Well, that’s very kind of you but you should go,” Momo said, missing the fleeting look of hurt in his eyes when she backed away from him.

“Why do you want me to leave?” Shouto asked.

“Because now that you’ve seen me you have nothing more to worry about.”

“Bullshit,” Shouto said. “I don’t know what you are so worried about but all of us miss you back at school. We want you back with us but you won’t even let us come and visit you. Please don’t push me away, I really miss you.”

Momo was shocked by how open he was being, the boy normally being reserved and distant even with her. The creative hero sighed softly.

“I know, I just…”

“Show me? Please?” Shouto asked softly.

Momo turned to look at him, her dewy eye shining at him with the beginning of tears. He could see the battle of doubt raging in her gaze but he stayed silent, allowing her to decide if she trusted him enough. Sighing shakily, Momo closed her one uncovered eye, her tongue darting out to lick her lips nervously.

“You promise you won’t laugh?”

“Of course not!” Shouto said, appalled that she thought he would ever make fun of her.

“Okay then…,”

Momo slowly took her hand away from her injury and opened that eye to take in his reaction. It took all of Shouto’s willpower to not drop his jaw at the sight of the large, very prominent red scar slashed across her left eye. The flesh was pink and swollen, still sensitive from when her skin was sliced open. A single tear fell from her eye, her figure starting to shake as she waited for him to respond.

She knew it. He hated it, he thought she looked broken and ugly. She immediately raised her hand up to cover her wound once more. She closed her eyes, letting the tears fall as she tried to scrub the image of his widened eyes staring at her in shock to no avail. She clenched her teeth. Why did this have to happen to her? She knew it was stupid to get so worked up over a stupid scar but she couldn’t help herself. She had never been very confident in herself and this was just the icing on the cake. She knew it was childish to reject her friends and hide from school but every time she told herself she would let them see her or that she would attend school she would just feel the crippling self-doubt that plagued her as of late and bail, hiding away in her room where she didn’t have to deal with anyone’s disgust but her own. Now that was all out the window as she waited for Shouto to distance himself from her, to pretend like the past few months of hanging out and playing games never happened.

Momo jumped and her eyes flew open when she felt a gentle hand wrap around her wrist, gently pulling her hand away from her scar so he could get a good look at it. She watched in awe as Shouto gently traced her scar with his soft fingers, his eyes wide and sparkling with an emotion Momo could not place. Her heart felt as if it was going to burst from her chest, her breath hitching slightly as his fingers trailed down her face to cup her chin.

“So beautiful…,” Shouto murmured, setting Momo’s cheeks on fire with a raging blush.

Momo was pretty sure her heart stopped beating altogether, her eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as Shouto’s words replayed over and over again in her mind.

“W-What…?” Momo stuttered.

“So damn beautiful,” Shouto said again, meeting her gaze with his own, his sharp eyes glittering with love for her.

“Y-You really t-think s-so?” Momo asked shakily, hardly daring to believe this was real.

“I know so. I’ve thought that about you ever since I met you,” Shouto confessed. “This scar, in my opinion, just makes you look even hotter.”

Momo gasped at the bright red blush that bloomed across Shouto’s cheeks at his words, his eyes darting to glance at the floor nervously.

“Not only does it make you look like a badass, but it’s also proof that you made it back alive. That you were fighting to save people and made it out despite the overwhelming odds. It may be a permanent mark, but it is a mark that proves your success. It’s a mark that shows how much hard work you’ve put in to get to this point and that you won’t give up, no matter the circumstances.”

“Shouto, I didn’t know you felt this way…,” Momo said as she scrambled for something to say in response, her mind stalling for time.

The boy in front of her nodded, his thumb reaching up to lightly trace her scar.

“Yeah, I realize now I should’ve said something sooner. But honestly, I was too scared of rejection. You are such a smart, amazing hero, I felt like I paled in comparison to you, and I didn’t want to burden you with something like my feelings for you. But I realize now that I want to share moments like these with you. Seeing you gone from your chair, and listening to the girls talk about how worried about you they were made me feel so panicked, I realized that if I didn’t have you in my life, then I’d never forgive myself. I want to make you feel better about yourself, kiss away your tears, show you that a scar, no matter how painful, can be something to be proud of,” Shouto said, raising a hand to cover his own large scar.

Momo’s eyes widened at the gesture, her heart wanting to explode with warmth for the boy he had spent the past few months getting closer to. She had always harbored slight feelings for him but had never even considered pursuing them due to his colder nature, automatically assuming he wasn’t interested in relationships. She had been happy to just be his friend in the past, merely enjoying her time with him and not allowing herself to taint those memories with longing and jealousy. Now she realized just how much she was holding back as his words flowed over her, filled with love and genuine care for her. He didn’t think she was ugly, and she felt stupid for ever doubting him in the first place. Raising her own hand, she placed it over his hand that was covering his scar, a smile making it’s way to her lips.

“Thank you, Shouto, for making me feel loved. Thank you for the confidence, I love you too. I have for a while but I didn’t want to be in your way, especially since I thought you wouldn’t be interested in a relationship. I’m really happy, and I’m ready to go back to school now,” Momo said.

Shouto flashed her a rare smile, her heart fluttering at the gesture, and leaned down to seal their lips together. Momo closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. It was short, simple, and sweet but it was perfect for both of them. When they parted they were both blushing messes, Momo covering her lips with her palm, almost as if she were in shock of what had just transpired. Shouto took a moment to collect himself before straightening and looking her in the eye.

“Ready to head back?”

“Yeah,” Momo nodded slowly, still a little hesitant.

Shouto reached down and grasped her hand in his, using his quirk to just warm up his palm, just enough to seem comforting but not too hot so as to burn her.

“Come on, we will go back together.”

Momo beamed at him and squeezed his hand before moving to collect the few things she had brought with her from the hospital. As soon as she was ready, she grasped Shouto’s hand again and followed him through the open door of her bedroom, ready to face the uncertainty of her own self-confidence. She was nervous, scared even, but if she had Shouto by her side, she could conquer anything.

#mha #mha fanfiction #bnha #bnha fanfiction #momo yaoyozoru #shouto todoroki #momo x todoroki #todomomo #todomomo fanfiction

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centrifuge-politics · 5 years ago

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Brick Club 5.1.6, 5.1.7

It’s fitting that Marius is in this dream-like state because this section has the plot structure of a dream. Everyone is just here and you’re not really sure why and you seem to know them all? “Besides, our despair having this peculiarity that it enwraps others as well as ourselves, it seemed logical to him that everybody should come to die.” Casually avoiding your not-really father-in-law, because you’re all going to die anyways.

Now, I know Javert is not the villain, either of this book or of the barricade really, but he can keep Mabeuf’s name out of his willfully blind, uncritical mouth. Sure, he’s making a point that he’s a dead man walking standing, but that’s about where the similarities of his and Mabeuf’s positions end. It’s disrespectful.

The barricade is fortified and sealed off, which means we can bust open that brandy. But not the wine from the Corinthe, leave that alone. There’s a fun detail, “the left-handed are precious; they take places which are inconvenient for the rest.” Drop your headcanons now for which Les Mis characters are left handed. Sadly, Jean Prouvaire is definitely a lefty. Also, I’m 100% with this 1848 insurgent who decided he was absolutely going to fight from a rooftop armchair. “Supreme resources spring from extreme resolutions…and the coffin-lid becomes a plank of safety” and all I’m saying is Victor Hugo predicted the Titanic film.

A couple of wild things happen in quick succession: the entire barricade fires on the encroaching soldiers and every shot misses, Bossuet encourages the barricade to then applaud the artillerymen of the Municipal Guard, then Les Amis banter about the model of cannon the Guard are using.

Prompted by Combeferre’s (slightly circuitous) lecture on artillery, I went looking for some info of my own. He mentions that the Gribeauval artillery is superior to what the Guards are using, but also says the cannon is a new model. I don’t understand why the Guard would be using anything that wasn’t Gribeauval by this point, since the Gribeauval artillery system had entirely replaced its predecessor in 1765. In fact, the Gribeauval system had just been replaced by the Valée system in 1828, so maybe Combeferre is knocking the new system in favor of the old. I can’t find any mention of what materials were standard in either of these systems, just dimension specifications, but a bronze alloy with anywhere from 10%-12% tin seems very common enough all the way from the Bronze Age until the advent of cast steel. Bronze, despite being, as Combeferre says, a softer metal, was favored for artillery because it has a very lower friction with other metals, like iron used in cannonballs. The other option available at the time, cast iron, was cheaper but also heavier and not as elastic as bronze. Combeferre is wrong about rifling, but it’s not his fault, a reliable breakthrough in rifled cannons wasn’t going to be made until a couple decades later with the Armstrong Gun. Although, it is true that cannons have nothing on God himself, so give him one for that.

Gavroche returns just as the first cannonball batters ineffectually against the barricade. I definitely tried to look up cannonball speeds but I ended up elbow deep in very technical ballistics formulas which was…a trip. I will say I think Combeferre overestimates their speed; he throws out 2,000 mph, but the best info I could find give speeds between 900-1,000 mph. However, if anyone has a line on reliable 19th century ballistics statistics, do let me know. Most people seem more interested in range and round speed, neither of which is incredibly important when sieging a barricade that is right there and probably not going anywhere.

Hey, I’m just doing exactly what Les Amis are: infodumping in the face of assured pain and suffering.

#brickclub #les mis #les miserables #5.1.6 #5.1.7 #today in tangents #i learn a lot about the history of cannons?#waaay too much physics for my taste #i guess plot also happened a little

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calleo-bricriu · 5 years ago

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Don’t ask why I keep subjecting myself to this, because I don’t have a good answer.

More of this awful book.

Skimmed the rest of chapter 13. Nothing terribly interesting, Mizpra being all excited for her mother possibly having a stroke when the train's altitude changes, talk about how weak and pitiful Burke is (and, for some reason, to keep him from "catching cold" she makes him strip and wrap up in two wool blankets which seems like it'd be incredibly itchy), Mizpra tries to hasten the whole "give mom a stroke" thing by getting her mother day drunk.

A lot of references to alcohol being a stimulant again which, no.

Burke shows a little concern for Mizpra keeping her mother drunk and outside on an observation platform all damn day, so she tells him to go back inside and stop bothering them.

Wasn't at all concerned that her mother's face was turning blue because that's a normal thing I guess, shakes her mother awake, and of course her mother has the sroke and now she's just, "Oh shi--wait a minute, I didn't consider what might happen if the stroke kills her!" Not the best planning, Mizpra.

So she starts drinking and talking at her possibly dying mother about how she's going to ruin Obera's life.

And, like every poorly written villain in fiction, she says something ridiculous to herself: "Hell hath no horror; Heaven hath no hope."

At this point, I'd agree with her, only just in regards to this book.

Chapter 14 and we're back to Leigh.

Rev. Bald, we find out, knows a lot about alcohol and doesn't like his collar or waistcoat.

Finds out in a letter from Mizpra that he'll get paid once she's got proof of her brother's life being in shambles again.

For the time, five thousand per year as long as Leigh is in prison isn't all that bad; he really needs to step his game up because so far all he's done is invite the guy to hang out once, got shut down by Obera, and left.

"[...] literally poured the liquor down his throat," yeah, that's how drinking works.

He goes off for a good eight or so pages about how it's no crime to be poor out of absolutely nowhere. I mean, he's not wrong but why is he talking about it to the walls of his library?

Oh look, Leigh came to visit under false pretenses and seems to suspect that's the case but decided not to worry his on vacation wife and did exactly what he told her he wouldn't: Hang out with Rev. Bald.

Because he's a genius, he suspects Rev. Bald is being paid off by Mizpra to fuck up their lives and also thinks he'd sell her out if he was ever discovered. At this point you know damn well Leigh is basically the author because there's no reason at all Leigh would even HAVE that suspicion unless he'd been reading along with the rest of us.

Anyway, he got lured out there under the pretense of seeing or looking at some case of a morphine addict who isn't actually there.

So, because Leigh is a genius and understands everything, including more than most of those who study theology, Rev Bald pretty much plays right into that and says vague, sort of wrong-ish things just so Leigh the Genius will be compelled to correct him at length to, you know, remind everyone that he's a genius and better that everyone at everything.

Because he's a genius and you're not.

And Leigh sits there picking apart religion which might have been interesting if he weren't just sort of repeating himself with more and more pretentious wording.

"Do you know of any religion that has really made man better?" is a perfectly reasonable rhetorical question, at least.

Ah, and Leigh is into Darwin.

But, hey, Rev. Bald tricked Leigh into going out with him. I mean, Leigh would probably just say he's playing along but, you know...

They end up going to a dodgy district where everyone still somehow remembers Leigh from his drinking days. Probably should have picked a different neighborhood, Rev. Bald. It's like you didn't even research your mark.

We find out Leigh doesn't want to go to the first bar because he legit spent an entire week there without bathing or eating or sleeping just drinking and, I have to be honest, if I'd done something like that and was sure the people there would remember me, I probably wouldn't want to go back there either.

They end up in a bar and Leigh is, so far, being good and not drinking and has decided that Rev. Bald was going to be HIS victim--not sure what kind of victim, probably just to out him as working for Mizpra.

Oh hey, it's not just a bar, it's a brothel! Or, as Leigh's narrative describes it, a "dark, opprobrious den of crime and shame." Turns out he doesn't like makeup either, especially red lipstick because, as we all know, only whores wear that.

And now he's remembering some murder scene in the same place because not only is he a doctor, author, scholar, philosopher, and Merlin knows what else, he's ALSO a detective I guess!

I have to admit the memory of one of the workers at the place punching an actual, been there long enough to be bloated corpse because when you do that it makes apparently amusing sounds for the crowd of other people there who also found this amusing was, in and of itself, so absurd it made me laugh.

I'm sure it was meant to be horrifying but you can't read something like, "Over the prostrate victim bent the diseased-eaten harridan. She was amusing her companions by punching the inflated tissues, laughing and shrieking at the crackling, whistling effect it produced, while the dank denizens of the place gave vent to their pleasure by libidinous expressions and Paphian oaths," and NOT laugh.

Also the author is trying to tell us that, when he went to pull the punchy prostitute away from the corpse, her wig came off and her brain was straight up exposed through her "rotting skull".

For a fucking doctor you'd think he'd know that there is no actual way she'd be alive so unless he hallucinated this zombie prostitute...

So he thinks he's being taken to see the morphine addict and, of course, it's just a prostitute. She might also be a morphine addict but not the one Rev. Bald was describing as near death.

"Various odors in the room seemed to run in strata, as each step brought visitors to a different zone of pungent, offensive odors."

What are they?

Cigarettes, beer, lobster somehow, butter, cheap perfume.

I've been in worse rooms.

So she apparently IS the morphine addict he was talking about earlier, not like Leigh believes it, and Rev. Bald is going to just go ahead and leave the good doctor alone with her.

Leigh's first, uh, method of examination is to lift her arm, stroke her armpit, then drop her and move closer to the light to...look at his fingers. What the hell?

She was cool with it the first time but when he did it again she kind of freaked out which is perfectly understandable.

So there was a guy hiding in the curtains that was meant to jump Leigh but, Leigh being Leigh and good at everything, noticed him first and gave him a one punch knock out because Leigh is just that awesome.

And somehow Leigh, Rev. Bald, the woman, and the unconscious man are all locked in this nasty little room, the woman is going to apparently beat the hell out of Bald and broke a bottle over his head then, satisfied with that, shouts over to Leigh to continue beating the hell out of Rev. Bald because he'd set up the other guy to jump him.

Probably not a good idea to take Leigh to a brothel where everyone knew him.

She keeps smacking Bald in the head with a glass bottle and finally Leigh stops her before, y'know, she kills him. His reasoning for that was that killing him would be inconvenient for everyone which is fair enough.

Short conversation of, "Well if either one of them is dead we're both screwed, let's clean up the blood and I'll go get a police officer or whatever."

He comes back and--she's tried to redo her makeup to get back to work but there's this line about her hiding her powder puff: "[...] which she quickly hid in the bosom of her waist"--I don't think I want to know where she put that powder puff but I really hope she washes it before using it on her face again.

The lady then starts lecturing the mostly not conscious guy on the floor of her room about how it's his fault she's a prostitute somehow; based on how she's talking about money, sounds like she's one of his girls.

And that's it for chapter 15.

Chapter 16 is some flashback from the brothel woman about how she met Leigh; of course, since he's a genius doctor he offered, for free, to give her "deformed and useless" child whatever operation it is he needed. It's never specified, just that the kid is "deformed".

Also a lot of references to "dirty Poles" because it's gross to have to listen to Polish in an emergency room I guess.

Anyway, he's like The Saint Doctor who gives free medical care to everyone because he's a genius (of course) and none of the other doctors understand him. Also, he was just paying for everyone's medical care out of pocket because at some point, through one of the time skips, he went from jobless drunk to highly esteemed and rich author, lecturer, doctor, and scholar.

Getting really tired of Leigh.

She gets jolted out of her daydream when the train stops.She asks the "kindly old Irishman" who was cleaning up the station if she could hang out, he figures she's sober, so he says she can and she goes back to daydreaming about Leigh.

Whatever was wrong with her "deformed" kid was fixed and he's apparently recovered and Leigh arranged for the kid to be basically put in a foster home at some farm because that was apparently legal at one point, to just--give other peoples kids to someone else with no oversight.

Her name is May, we find out two chapters fucking late.

And she was somehow the thing that got him to clean his act up because that's how addiction works.

Now she's not daydreaming anymore because the train is about to arrive.

Chapter 17 is more of the same of these two catching up and talking about Rev. Bald being kind of a dick.

Also, who talks like this? "In his presence the finer feelings of her sex were aroused, her self-respect was active; and he knew it."

REALLY tired of Leigh now.

Basically, between really awkward sort of flirting we find out what anyone reading figured out several chapters ago: Mizpra is a terrible planner when it comes to remotely murdering people and Rev. Bald is proof of that because he basically fucked it up the first night.

And now he's going to go introduce his prostitute friend to Mops.

I feel like that's something he should have discussed with Obera first?

Ah yes, back to "masculine voiced women" who are, of course, matrons at some kind of--I don't even know what at this point, and I don't really care but of course, the women the author wants to have us view as bad are always mascluline in some way and are occasionally also fat and clumsy.

Like he's got any room to talk. I've seen photographs.

Oh of course, a religious boarding house for children of prostitutes where the manly, fat, clumsy women routinely berate the children.

In fairness, places like that did exist until fairly recently so I'm okay with the author kind of dragging them.

Ah, yes, Obera, gone from child-like and saucy to, "[...] radiantly beautiful, and in that full activity of healthy womanhood, which only true love and motherhood can develop."

Anyway, she starts begging Leigh to just straight up murder Mizpra, has a crying fit, then falls asleep and he starts waxing poetic about how her tiny little woman brain can't fully understand the situation.

Of course, Obera doesn't want the prostitute to see Mops because she's a "horrid, bad woman".

And that's it for chapter 17.

#this is the worst #books #antique books #I mean at least de sade got straight to the point of boring people by seeing how edgy he could be #this has been 17 chapters of nothing

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richincolor · 6 years ago

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Need a Little Comic Relief?

When stress levels rise, humor can be an excellent way to ease the tension. Perhaps you’re ready to reach for some fun reading that could bring a smile to your face. Here are a few books I’ve read this year that have inspired laughter just when I need it.

The Epic Crush of Genie Lo by F.C. Yee Amulet Books [Jessica's review]

The struggle to get into a top-tier college consumes sixteen-year-old Genie Lo’s every waking thought. But when her sleepy Bay Area town comes under siege from hell-spawn straight out of Chinese folklore, her priorities are suddenly and forcefully rearranged.

Her only guide to the demonic chaos breaking out around her is Quentin Sun, a beguiling, maddening new transfer student from overseas. Quentin assures Genie she is strong enough to fight these monsters, for she unknowingly harbors an inner power that can level the very gates of Heaven.

Genie will have to dig deep within herself to summon the otherworldly strength that Quentin keeps talking about. But as she does, she finds the secret of her true nature is entwined with his, in a way she could never have imagined…

Always and Forever, Lara Jean (To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before #3) by Jenny Han Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers

Lara Jean’s letter-writing days aren’t over in this surprise follow-up to the New York Times bestselling To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before and P.S. I Still Love You.

Lara Jean is having the best senior year a girl could ever hope for. She is head over heels in love with her boyfriend, Peter; her dad’s finally getting remarried to their next door neighbor, Ms. Rothschild; and Margot’s coming home for the summer just in time for the wedding.

But change is looming on the horizon. And while Lara Jean is having fun and keeping busy helping plan her father’s wedding, she can’t ignore the big life decisions she has to make. Most pressingly, where she wants to go to college and what that means for her relationship with Peter. She watched her sister Margot go through these growing pains. Now Lara Jean’s the one who’ll be graduating high school and leaving for college and leaving her family—and possibly the boy she loves—behind.

When your heart and your head are saying two different things, which one should you listen to?

American Panda by Gloria Chao Simon Pulse [Author interview]

At seventeen, Mei Lu should be in high school, but skipping fourth grade was part of her parents’ master plan. Now a freshman at MIT, she is on track to fulfill the rest of this predetermined future: become a doctor, marry a preapproved Taiwanese Ivy Leaguer, produce a litter of babies.

With everything her parents have sacrificed to make her cushy life a reality, Mei can’t bring herself to tell them the truth—that she (1) hates germs, (2) falls asleep in biology lectures, and (3) has a crush on her classmate Darren Takahashi, who is decidedly not Taiwanese.

But when she reconnects with her brother, Xing, who is estranged from the family for dating the wrong woman, Mei starts to wonder if all the secrets are truly worth it. Can she find a way to be herself, whoever that is, before her web of lies unravels?

From debut author Gloria Chao comes a hilarious, heartfelt tale of how unlike the panda, life isn’t always so black and white.

From Twinkle, With Love by Sandhya Menon Simon Pulse [Audrey's review]

spiring filmmaker and wallflower Twinkle Mehra has stories she wants to tell and universes she wants to explore, if only the world would listen. So when fellow film geek Sahil Roy approaches her to direct a movie for the upcoming Summer Festival, Twinkle is all over it. The chance to publicly showcase her voice as a director? Dream come true. The fact that it gets her closer to her longtime crush, Neil Roy—a.k.a. Sahil’s twin brother? Dream come true x 2.

When mystery man “N” begins emailing her, Twinkle is sure it’s Neil, finally ready to begin their happily-ever-after. The only slightly inconvenient problem is that, in the course of movie-making, she’s fallen madly in love with the irresistibly adorkable Sahil.

Twinkle soon realizes that resistance is futile: The romance she’s got is not the one she’s scripted. But will it be enough?

Told through the letters Twinkle writes to her favorite female filmmakers, From Twinkle, with Love navigates big truths about friendship, family, and the unexpected places love can find you.

Hearts Unbroken by Cynthia Leitich Smith Candlewick Press [Crystal's review]

When Louise Wolfe’s first real boyfriend mocks and disrespects Native people in front of her, she breaks things off immediately and dumps him.

It’s her senior year, anyway, and she’d rather spend her time on her family and friends and working on the school newspaper.

The editors pair her up with Joey Kairouz, the ambitious new photojournalist, and in no time the paper’s staff find themselves with a major story to cover: the school musical director’s inclusive approach to casting “The Wizard of Oz” has been provoking backlash in their mostly white, middle-class Kansas town.

From the newly formed “Parents Against Revisionist Theater” to anonymous threats, long-held prejudices are being laid bare and hostilities are spreading against teachers, parents, and students—especially the cast members at the center of the controversy, including Lou’s little brother, who’s playing the Tin Man.

As tensions heighten at school, so does a romance between Lou and Joey—but as she’s learned, “dating while Native” can be difficult. In trying to protect her own heart, will Lou break Joey’s?

The Way You Make Me Feel by Maurene Goo Farrar, Straus and Giroux [Jessica's review]

Clara Shin lives for pranks and disruption. When she takes one joke too far, her dad sentences her to a summer working on his food truck, the KoBra, alongside her uptight classmate Rose Carver. Not the carefree summer Clara had imagined. But maybe Rose isn’t so bad. Maybe the boy named Hamlet (yes, Hamlet) crushing on her is pretty cute. Maybe Clara actually feels invested in her dad’s business. What if taking this summer seriously means that Clara has to leave her old self behind?

Down and Across by Arvin Ahmadi Viking Books for Young Readers [Crystal's review]

Scott Ferdowsi has a track record of quitting. Writing the Great American Novel? Three chapters. His summer internship? One week. His best friends know exactly what they want to do with the rest of their lives, but Scott can hardly commit to a breakfast cereal, let alone a passion.

With college applications looming, Scott’s parents pressure him to get serious and settle on a career path like engineering or medicine. Desperate for help, he sneaks off to Washington, DC, to seek guidance from a famous professor who specializes in grit, the psychology of success.

He never expects an adventure to unfold out of what was supposed to be a one-day visit. But that’s what Scott gets when he meets Fiora Buchanan, a ballsy college student whose life ambition is to write crossword puzzles. When the bicycle she lends him gets Scott into a high-speed chase, he knows he’s in for the ride of his life. Soon, Scott finds himself sneaking into bars, attempting to pick up girls at the National Zoo, and even giving the crossword thing a try—all while opening his eyes to fundamental truths about who he is and who he wants to be.

Not Your Villain by CB Lee Duet Books [Jessica's review]

Bells Broussard thought he had it made when his superpowers manifested early. Being a shapeshifter is awesome. He can change his hair whenever he wants, and if putting on a binder for the day is too much, he’s got it covered. But that was before he became the country’s most-wanted villain.

After discovering a massive cover-up by the Heroes’ League of Heroes, Bells and his friends Jess, Emma, and Abby set off on a secret mission to find the Resistance. Meanwhile, power-hungry former hero Captain Orion is on the loose with a dangerous serum that renders meta-humans powerless, and a new militarized robotic threat emerges. Everyone is in danger. Between college applications and crushing on his best friend, will Bells have time to take down a corrupt government? Sometimes, to do a hero’s job, you need to be a villain.

#humor #YALit

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timeisacephalopod · 6 years ago

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Sunflower

Just a little spider verse AU in which Peter and Miles meet. Minor Peter/ Miles.

“-so yeah, the multiverse is a thing but we don’t have Tony Stark. I have no clue who you are but you’re pretty cute,” Miles says and Tony feels skeevy for having been subjected to a child deciding he’s attractive.

Peter wrinkles his nose. “Ew Miles, that’s my dad,” he mumbles.

“What about your aunt May? Because the other two Peter Parker’s had aunt Mays,” Miles says.

“Oh yeah, she’s still around. I go to her place on the weekends!” he says excitedly.

Miles considers this for a moment and then nods. “Cool. Can you turn invisible?” he asks and Peter gives him an upset look.

“What? No. Can you?” he asks and Miles gives him an awkward look.

“Haha, no, I can’t do that,” he says and promptly turns invisible. “This isn’t what it looks like,” he adds when he seems to realize somewhat late that he’s not visible anymore.

“It doesn’t look like anything,” Tony says, “so basically its exactly what it looks like.”

“This is the worst power ever honestly, its not even that cool and it only does this stuff when its inconvenient. Like I’m in the locker room getting changed for gym and bam, invisible and now I’m holding shorts and the whole grade of guys is looking over at me and I gotta pretend to be a ghost to keep from blowing my cover and now the whole school thinks I have a poltergeist attached to me because the ghost only ever touches my stuff,” he says.

Peter turns to him with wide eyes, “he’s adorable, can we keep him?”

Tony sighs, “well, he’s fucking fifteen. I can’t throw him in the street with a note pinned to his chest so I guess.”

“Wait, do I exist in this universe? I could just call my parents,” Miles suggests and yes, great idea because Tony is getting his child’s obvious crush all over him and he would rather not.

“Aw, my parents don’t exist in this universe? Stupid. Okay, so what are we doing today?” Miles asks Peter, moving past the parents thing fast. That’s, Tony figures, when he figures out that this isn’t the first time Miles has landed in another universe. No kid is that calm about their parents flat out not existing, which leads Tony to believe that he’ll be likely to run into other spider people soon.

“I don’t know, probably class. Can I skip class? Miles can sting people! Without webs!” he adds given that he has webs with a similar function.

Tony sighs. “Fine. but don’t let me catch you two doing dumb shit. A villain shows up and I’ll deal with it. Especially if its a Doom bot, those things are hard to take out and your webs mostly only make them sticky,” he says, shaking his head. Then the fucking things stick together, and then they have a hoard of Doom bots rolling down the street causing mass destruction as they shoot at everything and also each other in an attempt to free themselves.

“But Doom bots are fun,” Peter says and Tony gives him a look. He sighs, “okay fine. Can we go see a movie?” he asks and Tony shrugs.

“Knock yourself out. Don’t let aunt May catch you either,” he adds. Fuck that, he gets enough parenting lectures as it is and when he first got Peter that made sense. She’d spent more time with him at that point and knew his habits, but after a few months Tony pretty much got the hang of it. Also, that was when Peter was an actual baby so he thinks that after fourteen and a half years he’s figured it out mostly.

As soon as the boys leave he gets a call about a disturbance down town and of course.

Miles swings in because yeah okay, he got told not to interfere but Peter said Tony wouldn’t even be that mad and Doc Ock is kind of his villain so you know. Makes sense to go deal with her. Also Tony’s suit is really cool and colorful, which is probably why he gets smacked in the head- he’s looking at the shiny suit- but then Peter swings in and saves his ass so its all good.

“I told you two to stay out- Miles, you better be sticking around to listen to me lecture- Jesus lady I’m trying to parent a fifteen year old can you not swing your poorly designed and ugly tentacles at me!” Tony snaps, blasting one of Olivia’s tentacles away from him as he looks around. Miles swings himself up onto a building and watches as Tony starts lecturing nothing.

“He’s gunna be pissed when he realizes he’s not even talking to you,” Peter says.

“Yeah, probably, but Doc Ock is from my universe so like. I feel compelled to sort this out,” he says. And also show off because he has powers this Peter Parker doesn’t and this Peter Parker is adorable and also age appropriate. And he also doesn’t have a dad bod like his older and significantly more beat up predecessor. Does the other older Peter count as a predecessor? He doesn’t know, point is he’s got people to show off to and his uncle’s advice was no good so he needs to figure out something better than ‘hey’ in a weird tone of voice and fast before he’s sucked into another universe. Or back to his own, its a toss up lately and Miguel needs to calm it with his jumping around. Every time he shuffles they all shuffle and that’s annoying. His parents are probably mad that he’s behind on homework.

He tracks Ock’s movements for a bit before making his move, going visible just before he runs into one of her tentacles. He’s done this like three times before, he’s totally got this. If he moves right those stupid little tentacles end up tied together and its kind of funny to watch them struggle to free themselves. He’s half way through The Tangle Method when Iron Man, that’s what Tony’s hero name is, comes in and blasts a couple tentacles. “Oh come on, they were almost tangled!” he says.

“Kid, that third tentacle was going straight for your head you are not good at this,” Tony tells him and okay that’s just rude.

“I think I was doing okay,” he says in his defense.

“You make a good distraction. Do that,” he tells Miles and fine, okay, he can do that. He swings himself up to a building, sticking to the side of it and Peter can do that too so that’s cool. He assesses the situation for a moment before swinging back into things and letting a few webs fly. Only one lands where he wanted it to but it does mean one of the prong ends of a tentacle is out of business for at least five minutes and that’s good news. He webs that tentacle in particular to a building and Iron Man immediately blasts it free. “Oh come on! What’s that for?” he asks.

“Webs are strong, they tend to result in a lot of damage to public buildings when people get stuck to them and then rip themselves off. Try sticking her to stuff people don’t care about. Like billboards and McDonald’s advertisements,” Peter explains before webbing himself out again.

Miles kind of cares about McDonald’s advertisements, they’re funny. Or at least that’s what he thinks until he runs into one and okay never mind, in this universe McDonald’s looks like it sells chicken flavored bricks and also isn’t funny at all so he sticks Ock to that and she immediately pulls herself free.

“The infrastructure in this universe is not good,” he comments as Peter swings by.

“Yeah, we need to work on that as a country,” Tony says as he blasts another tentacle away from him. He swears those things reproduce super fast or something. Take one out and two more grow back and all that.

By the time they manage to secure Doc Ock another spider person has shown up and Miles doesn’t know this one.

Jessica Drew doesn’t look impressed, but looks especially less impressed with the knowledge that in this universe she exists, but only as a famous spider with an inexplicable last name. “What the hell is with me jumping around all the time?” she asks, glaring at him for some reason and like Tony knows.

“Okay, so here’s what happened,” Miles says. “There’s this guy, right, Kingpin. And he wanted his dead family back so he built this thing to access the multiverse so he could pick up some other versions of his wife and kid. And then Peter Parker- not you,” he adds to Peter. “Got killed but this other Peter came through and also Gwen, who’s really pretty but she’s kind of upset because her Peter Parker died too, right in front of her and-”

“Get to the point, kid,” Tony tells him at the same time Peter says, “why do I die so much?”

“Right. So the other Peter Parker was all ‘I’m not training you, I’m just going to shut down Kingpin’s stuff’ but then he trained me anyway and I think he wants kids. Also, he got dumped by his wife but he said he handled it real good so I think he’s mostly okay. Anyway, so he trained me a little, and Gwen gave me some tips, but then there are all these other spider people. Spider ham is the weirdest, he’s a pig and he can talk. Apparently all animals can talk in his universe or that’s what he implied-”

“Kid, the point,” Jessica says and Miles nods.

“Yeah, I’m getting there. So all the spider people eat Kingpin’s ass but not in a sexy way, like in a violent way. There were trains flying around, it was wild in there. But we shut it down and we were like hey cool, the universe is back to normal, all the spider people are where they belong, its good. But then my favorite dumbass spider person Miguel made a jump autonomously, he’s got a goober, but when he shuffles we all shuffle and that’s how I ended up here,” he finishes with a flourish.

“How do we get back?” Jessica asks.

Miles shrugs, “wait for Miguel to make another jump. Oh and also if you stay in the wrong universe too long your atoms will rip themselves apart and you’ll die so don’t stay here too long,” he adds like that’s a small caveat.

Tony is going to die of stress.

When Miguel makes another jump the all know it because Jessica gets sucked into somewhere new and Miles feels the sensation coming on so he knows he’s going places too but Peter looks freaked out. “Its cool, you’re just going to a new universe its all good,” he tells him.

‘He’s going to a what!” Tony shrieks just as he and Peter disappear. They land in New York, Miles’ New York, he knows right away.

“Oh cool, home,” he says. “Come on, my parents will probably be worried,” he says to Peter, who’s looking down at his hands.

“Why am I animated?” he asks.

“Oh yeah, that’s just how we look here. Your world looks like my world’s video games so technically I was animate in your universe! Come on, there’s probably at least one other spider person hanging around here,” he says.

Peter follows him along and they don’t run into any spider people but that doesn’t mean there isn’t any here. Miles will feel them out eventually. When he gets home though his parents run to him and hug him, going on in English and Spanish about how worried they were. He tries to reassure them both at the same time, which results in some ugly spanglish, but that’s okay because they get the point.

“This is Peter, in his universe its animated!” he says excitedly. This results in his parents giving Peter weird looks but that’s rude, he can’t help being cartoon sometimes. Apparently Miles is a cartoon here so no one should judge. Multiverse is weird.

Peter can’t get used to having lines around his body. Its just weird and he doesn’t like it. “So um. This is my room,” Miles says and Peter thinks its unfair to look cute in cartoon.

Does this make him a brony? He hopes not.

“Uh, cool,” he says, looking around. Miles as a lot of drawing stuff around, and a lot of posters of what Peter thinks are musicians but none look immediately familiar to him.

Peter tries to get a grasp on being animated while Miles inches a little closer to him, probably also trying to make sense of his weird animated body and wait, what’s his junk look like? Is that animated too?! Oh god, he can’t handle animated-

“Hey,” Miles says, settling a hand on his shoulder. He looks vaguely pained and a little confused.

“Um. Hey. Are you okay?” he asks.

“Miles just ask him out like a normal person, Aaron was am awful pick up artist,” Miles’ dad, Jeff, says from the doorway.

Miles looks immediately horrified. “Dad what the hell, you can’t just say totally untrue things like that!” he says.

Jeff looks nonplussed, “you want to go to dinner with him or no?” he asks Peter.

He shrugs, “yeah okay.” Might as well see what animated food taste like. He hopes it tastes like the way Ghibli movie food looks.

#peter parker/ miles morales #fanfic #spiderverse au #alternate universe

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