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thequietmanno1 · 3 years ago

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Thelreads, MHA 249, Replies Part 1

1) “Alright, now its Boku no Hero day, and oh boy it`s time for the Todoroki family`s drama, isn`t it? Oh I don`t know if I`m ready for it, putting those people on the same room for an extended period of time, it`s bound to end in disaster.”- Well, the house isn’t up in flames, but I’d say everybody’s conflicting and awkward feelings have collected enough kindling, and now, all it needs is a spark…

2) “Oh lord… Alright boyos, prepare yourselves, this one is going to be a really heavy one, if Endeavor`s sorrowful monologue here is to be believed… oh god please don`t tell me that Shoto`s brother is going to be present there.”- In spirt perhaps, if not in body… oh wait, you meant the other brother that’s still in the land of the living.

3) “You know, I appreciate the way Horikoshi`s been handling this character so far, not gonna lie. Another author would`ve just gone “I was bad but now I`m good” and have everybody ignore what the character did before, but Hori here, oh he`s twisting the knife every turn he can on how Endeavor is never going to fix things, and how regardless of it he should continue to do so.”- It’s a neat way to showcase what proper remorse is. Endless effort and selflessly giving of yourself, without any expectation of reward or respite from your labours. Should you be given such respite, it is given not by your choice, but the decisions of others… and even if you are, the scars still remain.

4) “YES YES YES HE`S SO FUCKING ANGRY AT EVERYTHING AND SHE`S JUST ON FIRE EVEN THOUGH THE SUN IS BARELY ABOVE THE HORIZON. AND MORE THAN THAT, SHE`S POKING FUN RIGHT AT THAT SORE SPOT”-He’d totally try to blow her up if he didn’t have to conserve his energy to try and meet Endeavour’s challenge later on.

5) “But boy are those kids working hard. They are truly pushing to their limits, and they have a lot of marks and scars to show their dedication.”- Which makes me wonder how hard Endeavour pushed himself endlessly to reach the same levels trying to chase after the unattainable goal of surpassing All might. He’s easily able to keep pace with them despite their best effort to close the gap, so clearly, he’s still in a comfortable state of crime-fighting without yet hitting his limits, but given how driven he is to succeed once he sets his mind to something, he must not have been a pretty sight when he dragged himself back for rest during his training days.

6) “Yeah yeah we know it Endeavor, shut up, it`s too early in the morning to be this loud, ya know?”- Not if Burnin has anything to say about it!

7) “Boy do I feel bad for this girl, by what we saw of her. She knows the things that happened at that house, she doesn`t pretend that they didn`t happened, but even so she`s so desperate to have a normal, happy family that she`s willing to try to get her brothers and their father to get close again. I don`t think she doesn`t understand why they want nothing with him, I think she`s just grasping at any chance to erase what happened so she can have some peace and happiness.”- Fuyumi doesn’t think the bad things should outweigh the good, so she tries to create a sense of normalcy around the house, fuelled in part by the fact that she likely became the female of the house once Shoto’s mom was locked up and thus had to be the caregiver for Natsuo and Shoto growing up, and accordingly she’s focused on making peace despite the bad memories, because she’s learned to put on a happy face for others and that if you mope about the bad feelings, things will never get better.

Natsuo, though he understands this, is still an angry child dealing with the hurt that’s been dealt to his younger brother, mother and his deceased sibling whilst he was growing up. He knows what happened to them was unfair, but at the same time he kinda knows it’s unfair to keep blaming and harassing Endeavour when he’s equally regretful and genuinely repentant over his mistakes and the harm he caused and accepts his criticism regardless of the outcome, leaving him with no real outlet for his bottled anger, resulting in him having a short temper. And then there’s Shoto, who’s been tempered by his experiences with Midoria into becoming a balanced viewpoint between them, neither fully forgiving nor rejecting Endeavour all the same. It’s a volatile mix to be certain, and as Endeavour’s monologue at the start indicates, he knows it only becomes an untenable mixture when he enters the picture- otherwise the family gets along just fine without him.

8) “I mean, it`s not that she was thinking specifically of you Endeavor, she was just trying to give her and her brothers some happy family, but I do see how you also benefit from this.”- Endeavour may be shouldering the burden of his mistakes alone, but the moral support from his family does help keep him focused and bear it for their sakes and for the people he saves as a hero, otherwise he might get dragged down by his much-deserved angst at a crucial moment.

9) “Yeah, everyone is excited! That is, until it`s revealed that they are actually going to the dinner and then they all go “NO SIR ABSOLUTELY NOPE” and run away, leading Endeavor to have to chase them down through half the city.”-More like just Bakugou because Shoto and Izuku are Good BoysTm, and are more than happy to help out with a family dinner. And in Bakugou’s case, if he can’t catch up to the guy when chasing after him for a week solid, what chance does he have to outrun him?

10) “OH MY GOD MIDORIYA`S FACE BACK THERE I CAN`T BELIEVE IT

AND BAKUGO TRYING TO DENY THEY ARE FRIENDS-“- Bakugou reacts to sociable situations the same way Sodium reacts with water, and honestly, I relate.

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11) “Oh no, oh this is going to be bad… But even so, I can understand why he wanted to be here, he also wants to have a happy family, even if preferably Endeavor would be as far away as possible.

I can`t blame him for coming, and I can`t blame him for the things that are definitely going to happen. Neither can I blame their sister. They are not to blame for this, they just wanted to be closer to their little brother and meet his friends.”- It’s a shitty situation, but because they’re a family, they have to appear together as a unit for outsiders to interact with the whole group all at once, especially when Endeavour’s such a high-profile public figure. In private Natsuo may be able to tell him to get bent, but for the sake of having an excuse to meet his little brother’s reliable friends and placate Fuyumi, who constantly frets that their family’s falling apart if they don’t try and make efforts to patch the cracks somehow, he’ll at least make an effort to appear there. But that’s all he can really promise, and nobody really blames him.

12) “C`mon Bakugo, let Midoriya praise the woman`s work, she wanted to make sure y`all were well fed, you know? “- Izuku’s analysis brain is going full throttle all the time, especially after a week of trying to figure out a way to overcome Endeavour. He’s probably done something similar with his mom’s cooking as well so it’s possibly an old habit, as well as wanting to make a positive impression on Fuyumi- as if he could make a better first impression that dragging Shoto out of his self-destructive angst spiral. Though honestly, if the hero thing doesn’t pan out, he’d be an excellent food critic. And it might be just because I’ve not had tea yet, but I’m getting really hungry reading Izuku’s description there.

13) “oh my god those two are completely silent, they are witnessing a fucking familial armaggedon going on around them and all they can do is watch and continue to eat their food, least they also be pulled into it.”- As a reminder, Neither Natsuo nor Fuyumi is aware that Izuku and Bakugou know their family’s sordid history, and not even Izuku and Shoto are aware that Bakugou’s also ‘in on’ the truth, so there’s an extra layer of awkwardness to the dynamics at this table to consider when everybody’s constantly wondering if their reactions so far are going to necessitate them having to recount their painful and.. problematic family history to these strangers

14) “I am on Natsuo`s side here, but I understand why Fuyumi acts like this. It is the way she deals with her trauma, she`s the forgiven type, the one that tries to fix what`s broken, even if it is impossible to do so.”- She doesn’t know any other way to deal with the pain. It’s a learned reaction from all those years she spent growing up, having to fill in the mother role for her family at too young an age and struggling to find a way to keep a positive upbeat outlook going for those around her, whereas Natsuo was never in a position of responsibility after the incident and was free to simmer in his anger over how messed-up their family has become, just like Shoto was from the role he was ‘born’ to play.

As an older brother helpless to help his family, Natsuo’s long been frustrated by his own powerlessness and inability to help them, and that makes him irritable towards what he sees as the oppressive force that made him so ineffectual when his family needed help, so he rejects letting that force back into his life because that would mean again conceding his will to it, and he constantly antagonises him and undercuts his authority as the head of the household to assert that he’s not willing to lie down for him anymore. It’s two different reactions to the same issue, and for what it’s worth, it’s clear that Endeavour does agree with Natsuo that the problem lies with him, not his son’s attitude towards him. 15) “Oh- Oh okay, unexpectedly, Bakugo revealed that he also knew all along about what was going on here. Well, I mean, it`s not like he had reasons to hide it, and it would be a bit weird not having him knowing after what went down…”- Izuku’s aware of his rival’s intelligence, so he figures the only reason that he’s not acting like his usual self, confronting the family with a blunt question as to what’s going on, and also playing passive like him at the dinner table despite the very clear upset in the family was because he already had an idea of what was going on in private with them, and thus was also ‘playing nice’ for Shoto’s sake. He does care, even if he’d never admit it and likely try to blow you up if you said it.

@thelreads

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imaginedhaven · 4 years ago

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The Old Ways

a fluffy Rowaelin oneshot

Summary:

As she and her friends celebrate Samhain, Aelin Galathynius welcomes the possibility of something new into her life.

Rating: T- it’s just some Halloween fluff, y’all

Warnings/Content: References to minor character death

I may come back to these two, as this is only a small part of what I feel could be a bigger story! If anyone has any suggestions for little snapshots of the lives of these two in particular, my ask box is always open. :)

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Aelin sighed quietly as she slipped away from the party going on in her living room. It was proceeding well enough, Fenrys having gone from managing drinks to drunkenly scrolling through the playlist she had set up, but there was something she had to do before they lit the bonfire she’d prepared in the backyard and she didn’t want to be distracted.

It had become commonplace for any group gatherings to be hosted by Aelin ever since she had inherited her parents’ estate in the countryside, and she didn’t mind. In fact, she felt her parents would have loved the new life her friends breathed into the space. But on this night in particular, it was only right to honor those who had come and gone and given them this space to enjoy.

The photographs of her family were close to hand, Aelin having prepared for this moment in advance so that she would only need to be away for a few minutes. It only took her a few moments to put together a plate of the various snacks that would soon be on offer for her friends and place it at the small table tucked into the corner of the room.

The door slowly opened as she was arranging their photos next to the food, and she turned to face whoever was coming to find her. “The food will be out in a few minutes, and not even Fenrys could possibly have drunk through everything—”

The words died on her tongue as she met startled green eyes.

Of all the people she had expected to come looking for her, Rowan Whitethorn was perhaps the one she had least expected. Where most of her cousin’s friends had taken well enough to including her in their group, she and Rowan had clashed terribly at first. It had taken Aedion quite literally locking them into a room at the last party she had thrown for them to reach an uneasy friendship, built on the realization that their jagged edges had been ground into them by similar tragedies. While they were now unlikely to end the evening in a fiery screaming match, she would not have thought he would’ve come looking for her even if he’d been the one who needed something.

Shoving her shock aside for a moment, she adjusted one of the photos again before offering him a wry smile. “Sorry, I thought you were Aedion, or maybe Lysandra.”

Rowan shook his head, platinum locks falling over his eyes with the gesture. “Fenrys decided the party wasn’t loud enough, and I decided somewhere quieter might be better until Connall takes the controls away from him,” he admitted.

“Ah,” Aelin muttered as she returned her attention to her task. It suddenly made a great deal more sense why he had appeared; while she and Fenrys both tended to thrive on the attention of being in the center of a party, Rowan had always remained on the outskirts of such events. He would attend readily enough, but he usually seemed content to observe rather than lose himself in revelry.

As she continued her work, she felt rather than heard him approach. “I didn’t realize you kept to the Old Ways,” he said quietly.

She turned to him again to see his gaze focused on the photographs of her family. “I would hardly call myself devout,” she confessed, “but it’s Samhain. It only seemed right to honor those who gave us this place.”

It was true enough, if perhaps not the entire truth. While her mother had taught her the Old Ways as a child, doing what she could to pass along her heritage to a child who was barely interested in the stories she had to tell, it wasn’t until a few months before her parents’ deaths that she had truly come to appreciate them. Now that they were gone, it was one of the only connections to them she had remaining.

Rowan didn’t seem interested in pursuing her reasons further, though. Instead, he took a few more moments to take in her display before turning to her with a question lingering in his gaze. Before she could determine exactly what it was, though, he spoke. “Do you mind if I set one out, too?”

Startled by the question, Aelin barely managed a nod. Soon a second plate of food was set out beside her own, and Rowan paused for a moment before pulling a small photo of a lovely brunette from his wallet and carefully placing it among the other items on the table.

It had to be a photo of Lyria, she realized, even though they had never had the chance to meet. This was the woman Rowan had married just after graduating high school, the one who had had a promising future and a child on the way before a car crash took everything from her and left him with only memories. “I know you’re not supposed to judge people based on a picture, but she looks like she was wonderful,” she offered quietly.

Rowan looked at her, a faint glimmer of silver highlighting the green of his eyes. “She was,” he replied.

They spent the next few moments in silence, the Old Ways demanding that they spend time contemplating the family they were honoring in this way. While Aelin didn’t believe the tales that suggested that their beloved dead would visit them on Samhain if left a space at the table, she found the details of the practice were less important than the intention of taking the time to remember them.

Perhaps that was the importance her mother had tried so desperately to convey to an uninterested young Aelin so long ago. It was hard to say, and she wasn’t exactly around to answer the question. Still, it felt right, and so she decided to accept it.

What was stranger to her was how right it felt to invite Rowan into her space for such a personal moment. She would never have believed that of all their friends he was the one who would share such a moment with her, if she chose to share it at all. She had never given much thought to his feelings or beliefs regarding the matter at all, in fact. Despite that, though, she found she was comforted by his respect of the ritual, and she realized with a glimmer of surprise that she couldn’t imagine any of their other friends in his place.

Finally she stepped away from the table, and he turned to look at her again. “Thank you,” he managed. “You didn’t have to let me.”

Aelin shrugged. “It seemed right. Honoring the old, but making way for the new. That’s what Samhain is all about, right?”

He smiled at that and nodded in reply before saying, “We should probably get back to the others before Fenrys decides he can light your bonfire himself.”

She winced. “He would, wouldn’t he?”

When they both rushed back into the living room Aelin was relieved to find that their friends were all still gathered around the drinks rather than moving to the backyard. That relief immediately vanished when Fenrys chimed in with an off-color joke about what Aelin and Rowan could’ve been doing with all that alone time before dissolving into a fit of laughter.

Aelin grimaced and glanced over at Rowan to gauge his response, but he must’ve been feeling unusually charitable. Rather than growling at his friend or snarling out a reply, he smirked. “Is that jealousy, boyo?”

As their friends laughed, Aelin opened the door to her backyard. “All right, you guys,” she called. “It’s just about dark enough to light the fire.”

In just a few short minutes they had all gathered around the pile of wood she had spent the past few days gathering, and it was the work of a moment to set it ablaze. As they quietly watched the flames ignite the larger logs, Aelin felt a warm presence approach and turned to see that Rowan was once more beside her. “And so the old gives way to the new,” he said quietly, eyes on the growing fire.

Emboldened by the intimacy of the moment they had shared inside, Aelin tucked herself against his side, in part to protect herself from the cool breeze and in part to enjoy his warmth. She was now close enough to him that she could feel him stiffen in surprise, but before she could say anything to defend herself he simply wrapped an arm around her waist. With a smile, she relaxed into the hold despite the knowledge in the back of her mind that it would only lead to more teasing.

When she turned her head to face him again she noticed that he had been looking at her rather than at the bonfire, and she felt her cheeks flush at the realization. Uncertain of how to respond to the attention, she simply raised a questioning eyebrow.

Rowan chuckled, softly enough that she felt it rather than truly hearing it. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” he asked, voice softer and warmer than she had perhaps ever heard it.

Aelin grinned in reply and nestled herself closer. “I try,” she said.

They didn’t say anything else as they watched the fire burn, but before they broke apart she could’ve sworn she felt the faintest brush of lips against her hair.

Where once Aelin might have protested loudly, now she only smiled. The old giving way to the new, indeed.

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sirfluffig · 4 years ago

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Lucy O’Sullivan - HPMA MC

Yeah, so...how do I explain this. I know I promised you guys that I dont continue to make more OCs...which I also kind of broke right off the bat...but this boyo has been in my drafts for so unbelievable long and I always wanted to continue his profile till I noticed....I havent even made an introductory post for him. Which admittingly is kind of sad because I absolutely love this whirlwind of absolute CHAOS.

Also I kinda miss all the Hufflepuff HPMA MC’s...like...is it only me or do we have a gigantic hole of our favourite Badgers in this timeline? Well...I dont actually know but that doesnt change anything about the fact that we can add a +1 to this amount nonetheless..

Anyways, here goes nothing!

This boy over here is Lucian O’Sullivan drawn by the amazing and adorable @immagrosscandy and brought to you by yours truly.

--Even though his apparent first name is “Lucian” he isn't much of a fan of being called that. There is no tragic-background reason why he hates it, but the boy just generally think its a horrible sounding name especially in combination to “O’Sullivan” which also ends on “an”. Therefore he tells the most people he encounters, teachers included to just call him “Lucy”. Something Slughorn especially picked up on, entirely to the disdain of Lucian.

--One of the reasons Slughorn might be so keen on having Lucy as his “friend” is the Hufflepuffs special ability of shapechange. From some apparently unknown source, Lucy inherited the abilities of a Metamorphmagus and doesn't hesitate to use them quite openly. This might cause a little discomfort by students, but its nothing really harmful especially because of Lucy's tendency to apologize if he sees someone with an overly frowny face.

--Even though the Metamorphmagus doesn't look like it but on his first day at Hogwarts he was sorted into the humble House of Hufflepuff. Something quite unusual if you consider this characters strengths to be his keen mind, his easy-going attitude and his silver-tongue. Lucy tends to be a bit of a trickster, he loves to cast illusions and confuse his fellow students, while sitting back and laugh his soul out. The Metamorphmagus, similar to an apparent other one, written down in history, finds comfort around other pranksters and cunning minds.

-- Admittedly, every time you are going to ask Lucy about his past, he tells you another story of how he managed to pull off something incredible but untrue. The main reason for this is not that he is a chronic liar but rather….that he doesn't know anything real from his past. It seems like his entire memory was obliviated, as far that he isn't really confident about his name either. The only thing he surely remembers is that after another confusing day on the streets of apparently Ireland? He was found, cold and almost starved by a wandering circus that took it upon themselves to adopt the young urchin and give him a home. They were especially intrigued by the abilities Lucy has shown them. One of the people in this freakshow-family, also was a Hogwarts Alumni that fled his pureblood family to live in peace, in the world of muggles. To prevent an obscurial, he taught Lucy how to control and use the power inside of him, to a point where the Metamorphmagus learned rudimentary wandless magic. This is all, he remembers ignoring his life in the circus and all the emotional bonds that have forged over the time being. Yet something bothers him...for whatever reason...Lucy is able to speak, read and write Swedish.

I HAVE PREPARED SO MUCH MORE FOR THIS WONDERFUL BOY THAT I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO SHOW YOU AND I PROMISE YOU THERE WILL BE MORE CONTENT SOON!!!

But anyways, because he is such a mess I would love to have him some friends...so if anyone wants to have a younger, male Tonks-like Character as their best friend forever...feel free to hit me up >:333 Please... Also!! Little Bonus...because I know you guys love...well love-life reveals...have this treat @immagrosscandy and I prepared for you <3

#HPMA #Lucy O'Sullivan #Harry Potter Magic Awakened #Hufflepuff #I absolutely love him #and I am sorry its not that detailed #but I needed to post this #but I also need to go to bed #because Im tired >:(

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thetomorrowshow · 5 years ago

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Mutually Beneficial Ch. xxxiii

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Recommended listening: Cavetown - Juliet

Tw: LOGAN ANGST, pain, slight body horror, a character spirals, self-deprecating thoughts

A/N: Hey all! Thanks for being so patient as the updates have been taking longer! If you didn’t know, my dominant hand is sort of screwed up, so writing/typing has been difficult. I will be updating at least once a week, every two weeks if that isn’t feasible. Love you guys!

Logan still couldn't see.

He had woken four hours and fifty-two minutes after passing out. He had at once been distressed at the darkness, with no way of knowing he'd actually woken. Then he'd heard Roman's “Thank Zeus!” and Patton's “Are you awake, Lo?”

He'd been awake for one hour and forty-six minutes now, spending most of that time sitting at the kitchen table, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea, his mind running a mental check over his body to ensure he had no injuries.

Logan desperately wanted to shower. Roman or Patton had wiped the black substance from his face as it had dripped from his nose or been coughed up. Neither of them knew what it was. Neither of them knew how to get it out of Logan's burning eyes. If only for comfort, Logan's glasses were on his face, and he continually found his hand twitching up to adjust them. It made no sense—the glasses currently served no purpose, why did he insist on wearing them?

Perhaps it was to feel normal. If so, it wasn't working. Missing his sight, Logan felt utterly helpless.

“Maybe some warm water?”

Logan would have rolled his eyes at Patton's tentative suggestion, were they not currently obstructed. Did they think he hadn't tried that? He'd spent the first twenty minutes of being awake in the bathroom, doing everything he could to see. The substance was stubborn, however . . . Logan could feel it moving. Had it been anyone else, they wouldn't have even noticed it, but Logan was known for recognizing micro-movements. It was sluggish, moving almost untrackably slowly, but definitely oozing its way to the forefront of his eyes. He estimated that after three hours of open eyes, it would begin to drip out.

He wondered if it would burn less then. He was barely able to bite down undignified whimpers as it was. Maybe the substance coming free would allow tears to escape his tear ducts.

“Does . . . does it hurt, Logan?”

He must not have hidden that last grimace as well as he thought he had. He somehow knew that Roman was staring at him intently, perhaps had been for hours.

“Of course it hurts, Roman, be sensible,” he snapped. It did hurt, quite a lot, but any unknown substance spontaneously entering one's eyes was bound to hurt greatly. It seemed, however, that Roman was not going to leave the matter alone.

“On a scale of—”

“I do not currently wish to discuss my pain.”

Silence.

“You made me discuss it.”

Logan sighed as loud as he possibly could. He wanted Roman to know precisely how exasperated he was.

“Seven-point-four-seven-nine-three, if you must know.”

He cringed at the sound of the breath Patton sucked in; the curse Roman murmured. Logan wanted neither of them to continue the discussion, so changed the subject with the first thing that popped into his head.

“Could either of you hear what the enchantment on the chains said?”

“No,” came Roman's immediate answer. Some shuffling of feet was to be heard. “I could guess on the last one, though.”

Before Logan had time to figure out what that meant, Patton spoke.

“I heard the third one,” Patton said softly, “I touched the chain when I grabbed your hands. I'm sorry.”

Logan wasn't sure what Patton was apologizing for—helping get rid of the chain after being told not to, or hearing the words that nearly undid him. He was embarrassed, to be honest. He had never deluded himself into believing that the other Sides truly loved him, but he'd foolishly hoped that they had sometimes enjoyed his company, or felt at ease with his presence.

As if his thoughts were being broadcast aloud, Patton interrupted them.

“Remember, the chains lied.”

Did they, though? Much of what Deceit created was fueled by belief. By believing the chains dissipated when a lie was disproved, they could have presented anything as a falsehood, regardless of fact or fiction. For all he knew, Deceit may not even be Deceit, he just appeared as such because they believed that of him! What if he wasn't Logic? What if Thomas didn't exist?? Did Thomas even exist?! What if—

“Specs, I need you to get out of your head right now.”

Logan gasped slightly as Roman's voice cut through the panic. He couldn't get out of his head, he couldn't see anything to distract himself with, and it didn't matter, because none of them were even—

“You look like you're freaking out. I need you to do those breathing exercises Virgil does.”

In for four, hold for seven, out for eight, his mind instantly supplied. It took several tries before he was able to follow the directions properly.

“Logan, we love you.”

Patton's words hurt, hurt so much it was almost physical.

“Not only do we love you, we like you.”

Oh.

No they didn't.

“I love hearing you talk about saving the planet,” Patton continued. “It makes me feel all warm inside. And you always care so much about all of us, you make us planners and schedules and everything!”

Logan felt his heart crack. It wouldn't do to break down in front of them. It would only annoy them, as well as ruin his reputation. He stood to leave, but Roman's voice gave him pause.

“I very much enjoy our arguments—er, discussions. I get excited to hear your comments on things, particularly things I make or enjoy. I—” his voice cracked, but Roman tried again, words thick with tears. “I love seeing that spark of life when we design and build things together. That—that light in your eyes, the excitement in your voice—I always feel so happy that I made you happy.” A wet laugh. “I would improvise some poetry, but I haven't exactly been my wonderful self lately.”

Logan simply . . . no, there was nothing simple about this. Logan, for some unknown reason, was not able to process what had just been said. The words would not compute. Perhaps from all the energy he was spending attempting to understand, Logan felt somewhat faint. He didn't realize he was swaying until a stabilizing arm wrapped around his back, then pulled him into a hug.

He melted into the touch, recognizing easily Patton's soft shirt and strong arms. The hug was . . . nice. One thought broke through the mist.

“Y-you like me?”

Patton sniffled close to his ear and pulled Logan closer. “Yes, Lo. We like you. We love spending time with you.

“You . . . like me.”

He was guided somewhere, that place revealed as the living room when Patton gently sat with him on the couch. Behind all the sleepy fuzzies and heartbreak and the screaming in his eyes, something itched. Weren't they supposed to be doing something?

One thought at a time, he supposed.

“You . . . you like me?”

Patton's chest stuttered against his head. “Of course. I like you. Roman likes you. V-Virgil likes you.”

“You l-like me.”

“Sleep, Prince-ipal. We truly love you.”

A little burst of happiness spread from his chest to his fingertips, doing something to help close the metaphorical gaping wounds on his metaphorical heart. Roman had never called him prince.

Pushing away all of the conflicting feelings and the burning pain, not to mention the ache to figure out what they weren't doing, what question they weren't answering, Logan snuggled closer to Patton and let his mind turn off.

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makeste · 6 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 214: 4th Popularity Poll and 5th Set Climax

Previously on BnHA: Deku met a Hellboy-looking dude in another one of his One For All Dreams and they had a chat! This friendly yet intimidating fella told Deku that the power that had just exploded out of him was actually the dude’s quirk, Blackwhip. It turns out that OFA hasn’t just been stockpiling physical power; all six of the prior wielder’s quirks are included in the package as well! It’s just that up until now, none of the other wielders has ever been able to access them. Before vanishing back into the dream abyss, Deku’s new friend told him he needed to gain better control of his emotions, as his anger toward Monoma was what triggered Blackwhip’s rampage and made it so difficult to handle. Back in the real world, Deku awakened unharmed thanks to Ochako and Shinsou’s efforts. But since the teachers hadn’t called off the battle yet, Monoma came rushing in to attack, with the rest of Team B not being far behind. Mina and Mineta showed up to battle Yanagi, Shouda, and Kodai (they really need to do something about that number disadvantage), while Ochako battled Monoma and Shinsou got ready to take on Deku. The teachers are still watching btw, but it seems like they want to see how this plays out.

Today on BnHA: The newest popularity poll results are revealed and I have a lot of thoughts. A lot of thoughts. Vlad and All Might question why Aizawa wants to let the kids keep fighting, and Aizawa says it’s cuz they’re all still trying their hardest to win. Mineta saves Mina’s life and then completely ruins it because of course he does, but she takes it in stride and uses him to attack the others by flinging him at high speed to ricochet endlessly off of his grapes in a Gran Torino-esque fashion. Monoma tries to attack Deku with One for All but it doesn’t do anything (fortunately for Monoma), and Ochako then takes him down while Deku goes after Shinsou. Deku by the way is fighting quirkless because he’s worried that if he tries to use OFA right now he’ll lose control and put everyone in danger again. He and Shinsou start tusslin’ and we have a flashback to when Ponytail!Aizawa (omg) was training Shinsou on how to use his capture weapon. Back in the present, Shinsou uses the scarf to send a bunch of heavy pipes crashing down towards Deku. But Deku chooses this moment to make peace with himself and his quirk, and catches the pipes using Blackwhip.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 225, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

how are BnHA’s Jump covers always so epic you guys

Shinsou you better watch out, Deku’s fist is too close for comfort. well you’re the one who wanted to fight him again buddy

all right now let’s check out that character poll

oh, nice

BUT WHERE ARE MY POLL RESULTS. HOLD ON A SECOND, I’M GOING TO THE WIKI TO INVESTIGATE

...okay so apparently the results were actually in chapter 207? but the color spread wasn’t released until this chapter wtf why

okay well let me analyze the color page first, and then I’ll go find and complain about the poll results

BAKUGOU AND DEKU’S SWORDS. okay I’ve seen this image before and I love it so much, and that is of course because it’s a sequel to the color page from chapter 120. and the two of them are now each carrying one half of All Might’s sword. basically this is symbolic confirmation that the two of them together will carry All Might’s legacy forward. this is so important to me you guys. this brings me so much joy and happiness

can we talk about what Hawks is wearing. I thought this was a medieval AU, but he’s looking rather steampunk to me. what, are you too cool for D&D, Hawks? also is that a literal hawk. that you’re holding. for some reason. huh

can we talk about what Todoroki is wearing?? and also what the actual hell is going on with his face? he’s wearing some sort of weird mask. and his outfit looks nothing like it did in the previous AU color spread. was Horikoshi just being extra or is this some indicator of a crazy plotline coming up for him somewhere down the road?

I notice my boy Aizawa is missing from the top ten, which is AN ACTUAL CRIME THAT SHOULD BE REPORTED TO THE POLICE, but! on the other hand! BEST FUCKING JEANIST OH MY GOD. WELCOME BACK BEAUTIFUL PRINCE. PLEASE HEAL UP SOON

loooooool Endeavor being in the top ten must have pissed off lord knows how many people. it would have pissed me off, before the Endeavorhawks arc. but I’m cool with it now. I get it. having him as your favorite doesn’t mean you’re giving a ringing endorsement of all his actions; it just means he’s a compelling character who’s been getting some really good development lately. still absurd that he’d be ranked over Aizawa, but if I’m honest with myself it really should be Jeanist who was bumped down for that. he’s just there because Japan apparently shares the same weird tastes as myself. by the way how fucking strange is it to see Jeanist without any Jeans holy shit is that even allowed

and winding down here, (1) I’m glad to see All Might still in the top ten ranks at least, (2) Iida is a handsome boy and I love how his armor is reminiscent of his Ingenium costume here, and that he’s the one actually riding the dragon (be careful Iida or my idiot son is going to fall right off its head), (3) Kirishima is still as popular as ever I see, and lastly (4) Momo being in the top 10 is giving me life and I hope she gets some more spotlight this year! it was great to see her as the head of her respective Joint Training battle team

okay! so now let me find the list from chapter 207

holy shit, okay so first of all let me just say that apparently this poll received almost 81,000 votes. for comparison, the third poll only received about 36,000

so having said that, it is absolutely astounding that my boy Bakugou came in at number one yet again, with a margin of over 1000 votes. glad to see you being appreciated boyo

and Shouto made it to #2 for the first time! good job hot and cold! the Endeavorhawks arc definitely gave him a boost as well I think. and well deserved!

and my boy Deku at #3, but while the difference between Katsuki and Shouto is only about 1200 votes, the difference between Shouto and Izuku is more than 7,400. basically the top two are in a league of their own here goddamn

and Hawks is all the way at #4! holy shit! more than 4,500 votes between him and Deku, mind, and Kirishima is nipping at his heels less than 200 votes away from him, but still, that’s amazing given how recently he made his debut and how relatively few chapters he’s been in. I expect the number of votes for him to skyrocket in the next poll, assuming we get more of that double agent storyline. Touya -- I mean Dabi -- is probably gonna get a boost too lol

my boy Finest Jeanist on God’s Green Earth is next at 6th, and then MOMO IN 7TH PLACE YAAAAAY GO MOMO

and Endeavor made it to 8th! HOLY SHIT ENDEAVOR YOU FINALLY BEAT ALL MIGHT IN THE APPROVAL RATINGS. THESE TRULY ARE MAD DAYS

Iida beat All Might as well and made it to #9! though only by 100 votes

and All Might is in 10th, and then Aizawa is at 11th. oh Aizawa. you were upstaged by a crotchety old man seeking to make amends for his past sins, and a denim-clad meme who nearly made the ultimate sacrifice against AFO and then proceeded to not be in the manga for 120 chapters and counting. but it’s okay you were never in this for the fame

anyways the rest of the results are listed here, but some quick parting remarks:

Gang Orca came in at 15th, presumably thanks to his EXTRA GUIDANCE

my boy Denki is in 16th place and I want him to keep moving up! go kick Shindou’s ass. how the hell did that tool make it all the way to 14th place

Ojiro is still inexplicably popular to me. he’s a nice guy but you could replace him with a cardboard cutout of himself probably and I bet you it would take some time before anyone noticed something was off

Jirou is at 21st despite her performance in the Band AU arc and that is fucked up, people. WHERE IS THE RESPECT

Shinsou somehow went down despite finally making his reappearance in the series?? I seriously don’t understand how popularity works, at all

Overhaul beat Mirio by 3 votes and while I’m so psyched Mirio did better than the last poll (up to 26th place! these 455 people have impeccable taste), this fact is utterly depressing to me. did these people actually read the arc, for real

NIGHTEYE IS AT 27TH AND I’M SO SAD. not about him being at 27th, because that’s actually pretty good. but just, you know. because once again I am reminded that he’s dead sob

lastly, in the American popularity poll Bakugou received 38,000 fucking votes holy shit. we may not have any fucking clue how to vote for presidents but at least we fucking got something right, goddamn. and Mirio in 9th place. and Aizawa in 6th. you guys are all right, US fandom

anyways that took like 25 years and if I’d known it was going to be this long I would have saved the poll to be its own damn recap lol. but now on to the actual chapter!

lol so Vlad is like ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, YOU DON’T WANT TO STOP THEM??

Vlad this is just how we do things around here. not all of us can be ~safe~ teachers whose students don’t get attacked and abducted every Wednesday afternoon. some of us like to live on the edge and be super irresponsible because we’re lazy and also because the students will honestly manage to get into trouble regardless of whether we do our jobs or not

and anyways Aizawa says that if Deku’s quirk acts up again he’ll stop it so it’ll be fine

and All Might’s asking Aizawa why

well it’s obviously because he wants to give Shinsou a chance to complete his examination. and maybe he wants to see how the kids deal with this unexpected twist as well. so long as nobody gets hurt, why not

oh my god Aizawa

this man is fighting to reclaim that top 10 spot. never give up. never surrender

so we’re cutting to panels of all 9 battlin’ kids, and he says all of them are still trying to win this battle

because fucking plus ultra, in other words

sob I should be more indignant shouldn’t I. has this school actually made me come around to their way of thinking

nah, it’s only because everything is clearly fine now. had this scene taken place even 90 seconds earlier I would have been all “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, OF COURSE YOU SHOULD STOP THEM”

lol what

he just shows his affection in some very strange ways tbh

anyway so here we go! back to the kiddos! Deku and Shinsou are each holding onto Shinsou’s scarf and staring each other down!

and now Shinsou has GONE FISHIN’

this is beyond hilarious to me. oh my god. Deku you could just let go

but I guess he thought he could out-muscle him. like if anything, he’d be the one pulling Shinsou down to where he is. but instead he’s falling off of the platform where he and Ochako were standing

and Ochako’s running over and she’s all “Deku lost...?! in a power struggle?!”

that makes it sound like Game of Thrones lmao

Deku’s glancing back up at her and says he can’t use his quirk right now because he’s worried about putting everyone in danger again

yeah, that’s probably a good call. at least until you get a handle on your emotions. even ol’ Hellboy was all “much as I love my awesome fucking quirk, it’s been powered up to here and back now so results may vary”

Ochako says that in that case they should retreat and regroup

lol how are you going to fucking retreat. this has already turned into a melee battle, they’ll just follow you

and Deku says that if they retreat now, they’ll lose

ah, good point

this is their chance to capture him, when he’s exposed and his quirk which relies heavily on stealth and surprise has been neutralized

Ochako’s jogging over to him

oh my god

IT’S THE BATTLE HE’S BEEN PREPARING FOR HIS ENTIRE LIFE

oh to see Katsuki’s reaction to this. sigh

oh. but Deku is dotting and he says “not exactly”

what are you up to you mysterious little chia pet

meanwhile ASHIDO MINA IS BEING A TOTAL BADASS AND I’M HERE FOR IT

THIS ACID MAY STING! A BIT!!

(ETA: you know, I made fun at the time, but given all the other shit we’ve seen today, I have to give her credit for at least warning her opponents before attempting to maim them.)

and class B is just doing the same damn thing as before

I’m surprised they’re not trying to go on offense. mind you, it shows that they have a lot of respect for Mina’s offense and they don’t feel like getting pummeled by acid this fine afternoon, which is understandable

oh shit but here we go

MINA YOU BETTER DODGE THAT SHIT, SHOUDA’S QUIRK HAS A LOT OF POTENTIAL TO BE RIDICULOUSLY BROKEN IF HE USES IT RIGHT

...holy shit

QUICK, LET’S ENJOY THIS BEFORE HE SOMEHOW RUINS IT. WHY CAN’T WE LIVE IN THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WHERE HORIKOSHI GAVE US A LOVABLE, FUNNY, AND COOL MINETA AND NOT THE HOT GARBAGE PERV THAT WE HAVE TO PUT UP WITH INSTEAD

good job Mineta. how many panels before you say something stupid to enrage us all again

oh shit I scrolled down to the rest of the page and SO FAR SO GOOD?! wow this is like a record

Mineta did something smart and creative and swooped in to save a teammate and didn’t say or do anything perverted to ruin it?? better get me an umbrella cuz I suspect the other shoe will be dropping shortly

(ETA: 3... 2...)

aaaaaaaaaaaand the very first panel on the next page is him being smacked into Mina’s chest as a result of the twin impact, apparently just as planned

well so much for that. he made it a whole five panels though

hey, imagine if Horikoshi had written that scene and then not thrown in that last part in for absolutely no reason. imagine if Mineta was like that all the time. underestimated and mostly overlooked because of his mascot-like appearance and oddball quirk, but impressing us all with surprisingly clutch saves at crucial moments. kind of like the little niche that Aoyama has established for himself. it honestly wouldn’t be that hard to make Mineta an interesting and actually funny character, and the fact that we’re going on five years of the same old shit instead is kinda disheartening

anyways, enough mourning what could have been, I guess. in the meantime Mina is grabbing him and hurling him lmao

and he’s bouncing around like a ping pong ball and class B is trying to avoid getting hit by him

oh my god. he is the special attack

ain’t nobody wanna get hit by that. that’s a smart move

Shouda says he wants to pull back, but they’re kind of surrounded now and it’s hard to come up with a plan in the spur of the moment

all credit to Mina’s astounding creative mind, which has fucking flourished in these last couple of arcs and I hope it continues to do so. she is brilliant

Tsuburaba says Shouda is having to protect the other two because they’re weak at close-range combat? say what now?? how is a telekinesis quirk weak at close-range combat, exactly?? just float some metal shit into the air and wait for Mineta to inevitably ricochet into it and concuss himself and just like that you’re free to take on Mina three against one. even someone as awesome as her would struggle with that

meanwhile, Jirou is wondering why the hell the teachers haven’t stopped the battle yet

and here’s the first we’ve seen of Katsuki since The Thing happened, so yeah you bet I’m posting that shit

he looks openly confused, and not in his normal “I don’t know what’s going on and that pisses me off so Imma make an angry face” way. but in a more overtly “what the fuck” way. not that dissimilar to the way he looked when he was watching All Might battle AFO, but with less panic, thankfully

it definitely says a lot about how far his relationship with Deku has come that this is his reaction, though. confusion and maybe slight concern, rather than anger or jealousy or automatically thinking this is something new Deku had up his sleeve that he was purposely hiding from him. he really has come such a long way since Ground Beta

anyway so here’s Deku and Ochako taking on Monoma

at least someone is using that TK quirk. or is that twin impact that he’s using. well either way, at least he’s doing something and not just standing there

oh look more Monoma monologuing

officially the most dramatic motherfucker who ever lived. but more importantly,

OH MY GOD HE’S GOING TO USE ONE FOR ALL LASKDFLKJSLKDJFLK DON’T DIE MONOMA

why he would attempt to use a quirk that he has seen breaking its original owner’s bones and only MOMENTS AGO causing its owner intense pain as he flailed around out of control is beyond me. he kind of snapped here and got all go big or go home, I guess

Deku I assure you it very much can

now Ochako’s telling Monoma to stop and that it’s dangerous! and she’s charging toward him!

OH MY GOD

HE WAS FUCKING BLUFFING?? HOW

AND OH MY GOD OCHAKO, I STAN YOU SO FUCKING HARD RIGHT NOW THOUGH. IS IT JUST ME OR ARE THE LADIES THE UNDISPUTED MVPS OF THIS FIGHT!? DEKU DOES SHE HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING HERSELF OR WHAT

wow what??

so he was trying to activate it but it wouldn’t work?

well (1) he’s damn lucky it didn’t, and (2) is that because Deku’s technically quirkless? or is it because the nature of OFA makes it so it can’t be copied or passed on to anyone against the owner’s will? that is really convenient if so

(ETA: or (3) he did copy the quirk but not the accumulated power stored within it. oooh I have some thoughts on that. gonna try and take some time this evening to type out that OFA essay.)

Shinsou’s trying to save his partner, but!

oh shit

he looks so caught off guard sob. Deku are you gonna punch him. please be gentle he is still new to this

once again, I submit for your consideration: your MVP

you see Monoma, this is how you take a supposed “supporting character” quirk and elevate it to its max potential

so now Deku’s tackling Shinsou and they’re tumbling onto the ground

Shinsou’s making another attempt to get Deku to talk but our boy is too smart for that shit now. fool him once, shame on you. fool him twice, shame on him. but you still haven’t managed to fool him thrice so it looks like he can be taught!

and Shinsou is again saying he’s not the same as when they last fought

ahhhhhhhh we’re cutting back to the teachers now ARE WE GONNA GET SOME SHINY MENTOR FEELS

YESSSSSSSSSSS

HOWIRHFALSKDLFJL THE PONYTAIL LIVES, MY FRIENDS

oh my god oh my god

mentor feels! All Might you’re not the only one who’s been training kids out in the woods in the wee hours of the morning!

Aizawa is self-taught holy fucking shit this man’s talent is severely underrated

THE PONYTAIL. I NEED TO MENTION IT AGAIN FOR OBVIOUS REASONS

and I don’t think I’ve rambled about this yet, but! now we’re finally getting to see why Aizawa took such a personal interest in Shinsou, and I’ve been waiting and waiting for this and I’m so happy we’re finally getting to it. he sees himself in him. they both have powerful quirks capable of incapacitating even the strongest opponents, but the catch is that those quirks are mental rather than physical. physically they are essentially quirkless, and so if they ever get caught off-guard -- or pitted against giant robot opponents, or opponents who are otherwise immune to their abilities -- they’re at a huge disadvantage

so here’s this kid who’s very much like him, and Aizawa has no obligation to reach out to him, but he does so all the same, because he cares, and if he can help this kid fulfill his dreams and not have to stumble along and make it up as he goes the way he had to, isn’t that worth doing?

Aizawa Shouta let me just once again say that it’s a war crime that you were not ranked in the top ten, and I think we need to conduct a special investigation into these poll results. I’m only seeking justice and the truth

OKAY BUT THIS IS SOME INDIRECT HIGH PRAISE FOR THE ENTIRETY OF CLASS “NOT A SINGLE ONE OF US WAS EXPELLED” 1-A THOUGH AND I CAN’T EVEN DEAL

AND THEN THE FLASHBACKS TO SHINSOU AFTER HIS FIRST BATTLE, AND BEING SO HARD ON HIMSELF. BECAUSE HE WANTS TO LIVE UP TO AIZAWA’S FAITH IN HIM. OH MY GOD I CAN’T, THIS IS SO GOOD THOUGH AND I’M EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED

so now Shinsou’s shouting again that he’s not the same as he was back then!

and he’s using his capture weapon to bring a bunch of heavy pipes crashing on top of them!

BUT NOW DEKU IS HAVING SOME MENTOR FEELS OF HIS OWN OH GOODNESS

;________; WHY DID THAT MAKE ME TEAR UP, SOMEBODY EXPLAIN

(ETA: I think because it’s a reminder that all of the past wielders of OFA are just as good and pure as All Might in their own ways, and they’ve all been working tirelessly to fight evil this whole time, and it’s like Deku doesn’t have just one mentor, but he has eight now.)

AAAAAHHHHHHHH

LOOK AT HIM USING BLACKWHIP IN THE SAME MANNER AS THE CAPTURE SCARF WEAPON, THOUGH?? DID SHINSOU INSPIRE HIM

(ETA: of course he did. this is Deku, he takes and learns from everyone. I love it.)

AND JUST LOOK AT THIS FUNKY LITTLE SUCCESSOR LIVING UP TO THE FAITH THAT’S BEEN PLACED IN HIM

oh my god. what a damn chapter. this recap is almost 4000 words and it was worth it. I love this arc

#bnha #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #shinsou hitoshi #uraraka ochako #monoma neito #ashida mina #shouda nirengeki #kodai yui #yanagi reiko #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #shoutout to horikoshi who passed the bechdel test again today #as much grief as I give him for the mineta stuff and for his ratio of female to male heroes and ofa wielders #I gotta give him credit where it's due #and mina and ochako are amazing in this chapter right here as well #this series can be so good about some things even if other things leave a lot to be desired #that's just life I suppose #but I do appreciate the amount of asskicking from my badass ladies #and I acknowledge that it's something that's still all too rare in shounen manga #so while things may not be perfect I'll take what I can get and give my girls their props #toga mina and ochako you guys are crushing it #more of this please

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On Impawsibility - 7

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A popular!Logan and loser!Roman high school AU based on @2pointomg’s idea with eventual Prinxiety.

impossible

ɪmˈpɒsɪb(ə)l

adjective

· not able to occur, exist, or be done.

Eg. It is impossible to fund both the sports and drama programmes with the school’s limited budget.

· very difficult to deal with.

Eg. The situation which Logan Sanders, Student Body President, is in after he convinced the school board to cut the unsuccessful drama programmes is impossible.

· (of a person) very unreasonable.

Eg. Roman Prince.

To Roman, nothing is impossible. Not following his older brother Patton to acting college, not being a loser taking on the school’s popular Student Body President and definitely not writing and performing an epic school play with no money and six cast and crew members.

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Logan’s father had made him promise to do his best in the debate, and to be careful of the New York boys as his own heart had once been broken by a pink-haired artist from the Bronx. His mother had told him to not bring revision and have fun instead. As soon as he got onto the coach Joan was in charge, making sure everyone was ready, and he’d uninstalled email from his phone so the only motions he’d be worrying about were hypothetical questions with meticulously researched answers. His bag was full of notes and Agatha Christie novels. Virgil and Roman had never been connected to debate at all.

‘Alright, guys, we’re almost there so we need to wake up a bit.’ An orange beanie popped over a seat.

Susan threw a travel pillow at Joan and groaned, ‘It’s five in the morning!’

‘We’re going to do word association games!’ Logan sat up, grinning at Joan, who had looked right at him when they suggested that.

‘Debate!’ shouted Miles at the back.

‘Happiness!’ was Logan’s reply.

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Below-gan a cheerfully shabby apartment near the best theatre school in New York City, a bespectacled teen was psyching himself up to ring a doorbell with a pawprint on it and a handwritten label in multi-coloured felt tip. ‘You need help, kid?’ asked someone half-dressed in costume for their audition in Heathers. ‘I’m fine, thank you.’ replied Logan stiffly, trying not to stare at the garish tartan blazer.

The girl squinted at him for a moment. ‘You Patton Prince’s little brother?’

If there was one thing Logan wanted to do less than approach the brother of his nemesis the night before the most important debate competition of his life, it was small talk. ‘I sure am.’

His voice was shaky and he was desperately avoiding eye contact. Taking pity on him, the girl quickly leaned over him and pressed the button. ‘Patton, your brother.’

There was a crinkle on the line while Logan awkwardly manoeuvred himself under the girl’s arm. ‘Send him up right away! Boyo am I glad to see you! Whatcha doing out here? Well you’d buzzer come right up. Thanks Gabriella. Good luck!’

‘Thanks Pat!’ The girl shrugged at Logan’s scowl, put her croquet stick over her shoulder, and marched off, whistling ‘Candy Store.’

Recalibrating the school legend of Patton Prince with this goofy character, Logan started up the stairs, needing to reach the apartment as quickly as possible before he began to panic and rethink this truly, truly awful plan. Oh, look at that – he was already panicking! He paused outside 109, rehearsing what he would say. Then he rapped smartly on the door. It was flung open by a – woman? With glasses? He’d thought that Patton was a guy, but clearly-

She was singing. She was singing at him. She was wearing a trilby. A man jumped out behind a hat stand and swirled her into a kiss before two more men came out with synchronised jazz hands. Unsurprisingly, the group’s singing was very good. In time with the music, a man in a baby blue polo, the same glasses as Logan himself and a trilby jumped out ‘I want to be a part of it – New York, New York!’ He cut out suddenly, leading the other four to trail off, looking at him in confusion.

‘Who are you?’

Logan tried to practice socialisation, he really did. He could do small talk with students, ask intelligent questions about music with Elise and had stopped using probability percentages and fronts in his discussion of weather. But he was not ready for this. The display explained Roman but not really anything else. Patton recognised the boy in the doorway – although based off the pictures Roman had sent him he should have devil horns in red biro ink. It just took him a moment to process what that particular boy was doing here, some thousand miles away from their home town. The boy readjusted his tie and decided to break the silence. ‘Greetings, Patton Prince. I am Logan Sanders, the Student Body President of your alma mater, Simmons High.’ He paused for a moment, observed the expressions of the five roommates and explained further. ‘I am not Roman. Nor do I like or even tolerate singing, dancing and such frivolities in make-believe.’ When no-one responded to this he continued. ‘However, I am here about Roman and his play. On behalf of the school.’

Patton’s face broke into a sunshiny grin, ‘Well, shucks, come on in.’

Logan quickly unlaced his shoes, although he didn’t like the lack of formality that afforded him. He was pretty sure that the yellow of the hallway walls and the purple of the carpet were clashing colours, and he did not understand why there were multicoloured handprints on the kitchen cabinets or a host of stuffed animals on the sofa even though the average age of the occupants was twenty-two. Despite the fact that the other four students had each been in the middle of something before trying to surprise Patton’s little brother, they made themselves comfortable in the living room, interested in the next instalment in the saga Patton relayed to them each week. Logan elected to stand, not taking off his backpack.

Larry spoke incredulously over the quiet noises from Patton making tea in the other room ‘Logan who closed the theatre programmes?’

‘I did not close the theatre programmes, I advised the school on the best course of action to take to help the sixty-five students in sports-based extracurriculars.’ Logan replied to a spot one metre over Larry’s head.

Dot continued – ‘Logan from Patton’s old high school? In Florida?’

Corbyn broke in, ‘Do you want to sit down, at least? We’re not scary people.’

‘Yes, yes and no thank you. Scariness is subjective.’ Logan still couldn’t make eye contact.

‘What’s your favourite Disney film?’ was Sloane’s question.

‘Big hero six. I fail to see how that is relevant to the matter at hand.’ He was being weird, he was being weird, what would Virgil say? ‘Since we are all destined to die alone anyway.’ Reading the room, he should not have taken socialising tips from a guy who hissed when people annoyed him.

‘Well…’ Sloane replied, trying to keep his expression neutral, ‘I have a Baymax plushie in my bedroom if you want to hold it?’

‘I am not a child.’

‘So…’

‘Yes please.’

Patton nudged the door open with his hips, holding three mugs in each hand. With a swiftness caused by bitter experience, Corbyn took a few off him. Logan was now sitting cross-legged on the floor holding a Baymax toy and cradling a mug of tea, surrounded by college students and cartoon memorabilia.

Patton sat near him, leaning his back on an empty armchair. ‘So, kiddo, what’s up?’

‘You may be aware that Roman is attempting to put on a play without any school funding.’

‘Yes.’

‘Well, I am here to ask for your assistance. It is likely students here would donate to putting on the play given their passion for theatre and probable affection for you. As both a fourth year and scholarship student it is also likely that you could ask a scout to go and see the people performing, as well as the set and costumes.’

‘I’ll do whatever I can, sure. People love an underdog. How’s Roman doing?’

‘Whoa, whoa, whoa!’ broke in Corbyn, ‘Logan, do your parents know where you are? Why are you in New York?’

‘I am here for a national debate competition.’

‘Yeah, I’m still a bit confused.’ added Sloane, ‘aren’t you trying to stop the play, so they won’t get funding.’ He broke off at Patton’s ‘parental warning’ eyebrows.

Logan put his mug down on the coffee table with a bang. ‘Falsehood!’

‘Alright slugger, calm down. Sloane here was just getting a little carried away, is all. I’m sure you’re all president and correct.’

‘Humorous.’ said Logan with no expression whatsoever, ‘If you are in accordance with this plan, then I shall leave, I have a competition tomorrow after all.’

‘We do need to iron out some details first. Could I get your number?’

As they exchanged numbers Dot made an escape back to her thesis, but the rest of the students were in this for the long-haul.

Corbyn was not going over his Hamlet monologue one more time, so he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen in the intent of taking notes. ‘How much money do you need?’

‘About $200 should be sufficient. That will cover costumes and the last few props.’

As Corbyn scribbled that down Patton tilted his head to the side. ‘Roman didn’t mention that you co-ordinated this with him. He could have just called me.’

Logan stood up a little straighter, ‘Well, uh, the thing is – he doesn’t know I’m here. Technically he does know that I am in New York, but not that I visited you. I asked Talyn for the hypothetical price of costumes and decided to set this plan into motion.’

‘A random, anonymous act of kindness?’ squealed Patton.

‘…sure.’ This was strictly true, even if Logan’s reason for not wanting to have a conversation with Roman and his friends was a little more complicated than that. ‘It is common knowledge that you came here for college, and Elise asked her older brother where you lived. He gave me the address on the condition that I told you ‘spotlight llama’. What does it mean?’

Patton burst into laughter. ‘Just a little incident involving us two when we were in ‘Singing in the rain’ together. Nothing to…’ he broke off giggling, ‘Nothing to….hoo boy….nothing to allarma you.’

Inside jokes and people laughter at something Logan didn’t understand. Another one of his favourite things.

‘So rather than talk to Roman and email Patton, you estimated the costs of the costumes plus props and visited us in New York?’ asked Corbyn, looking up from his sheet.

‘I do not understand everyone’s confusion. I am here to help. Just let me sort this out.’

‘You don’t have to do too much. I know I may seem like a big ol’ goofball but I’m four years older than you and perfectly capable of doing this. We just need to find a way to transfer the money.’

Logan frowned at Patton. ‘I never said you weren’t capable. I do not doubt that you will perform your part of this adequately.’

The man shrugged guilelessly as Corbyn smiled down at his sheet, still not quite used to Patton’s ability to read people after four years. ‘Well, let’s sort this out.’

Eventually everything was prepared and Logan got ready to go back to the hostel for dinner and last-minute practice with the team.

As Logan put his shoes on, Patton leaned on the garish wall opposite him, looking at the door rather than into Logan’s eyes.

‘Everything’s going to be fine, kiddo. Be easy on yourself.’

‘What makes you say that?’

‘A feeling.’

‘The bane of my existence.’

Patton smiled then held the door open for him. ‘Good luck tomorrow – have a de-great debate! Yeesh, not my best. Ooh, also! Say hi to Elise for me! And tell Roman to sleep and to call me if he has a problem with the play.’

Logan straightened his shoelaces, then stood. ‘I can’t do that. From the way your roommates were behaving, you should know how much Roman dislikes me. I mean, he thinks I would sabotage his play!’

Patton folded his arms and raised his eyebrows. ‘No. You’re going to tell him. You’re going to tell him that you came to New York and asked me for help, and you’re going to tell him that I think you’re pretty neat, and you’re going to tell him to stop overworking himself on the play and to go out on the weekend with his friends, and you’re going to do the same thing!’

Logan saw his mother in that speech and was rightly scared of the sound of tough love.

He nodded. ‘Alright. Thank you. Farewell.’

So Roman hadn’t told Patton that Logan didn’t have any proper friends now. Perhaps it was hard to tell when from the outside Logan was objectively one of the most popular people in their school. Still, it was a small mercy, and since he had no intention of following through with any of Patton’s orders he was glad that there was at least one promise he wasn’t breaking.

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A/N: Hey all. I’ve been having a difficult day today. Really wanted to get this up earlier (I’m pretty proud of this chapter, even though it’s a bit short) but it just didn’t work out. Anyhow. We’re back to Roman in this chapter, and finally the plot is moving forward. I feel like it’s been dragging a bit. I’ll shut up now and let y’all read.

Recommended listening: AJR - Pretender (Acoustic)

Tw: Descriptions of recovering injuries, nothing graphic, Johnny Depp, self-deprecating thoughts, Roman is not in a good place right now, brief mention of blood

Pirates Of The Caribbean 5: Dead Men Tell No Tales blared in the background, almost a white noise, as Roman stood, shirtless, before the mirror in his en suite bathroom.

It really was a disappointment of a film. He tended to enjoy Disney movies as a general rule, but this one sucked even in comparison to the previous four! Paul McCartney's cameo was the only reason he even watched it; the humor was more Remus's style. Lamenting the poorly-written script worked well as a distraction, though.

Or it would, were Roman doing that. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the reflection of the angry red letters carved into his chest. A tear welled up; he blinked, it spilled down his cheek. For some reason, he felt ashamed. He couldn't quite put his finger on why.

Perhaps it was because everyone had seen his injuries, something he was normally rather good at hiding. Or perhaps it was the way the injury was inflicted, directly after comforting softness and relaxing touches. He'd never really been much of a touchy guy. Sure, he accepted and initiated hugs and high-fives, but anything more or prolonged became an unpleasantness. Now, he was afraid he wouldn't be willing to even hug again, the contact a constant reminder of the scars on his chest and the too-dark cell.

He shook himself. “No use wallowing in it,” he said quietly, but made no move to re-wrap his torso. He smiled forcefully at his reflection. It wasn't all bad, he thought, looking down at the scars. Maybe he could treat it as a cool tattoo! He looked up again, saw how hollow the smile looked, and let it drop. That was better. His lips drooped with solemnity, eyes devoid of their normal glitter. There was nothing good to be found in the scars. Just another imperfection to hate. Just another reminder of why he wasn't good enough.

“Chin up, Roman,” he said to his mirror self. “Let's hurry this up and laugh at Johnny Depp!”

He grabbed a fresh roll of gauze. Logan normally did this part, but for some reason, he wanted to surprise the logical Side. Watch him enter the room and look shocked when Roman told him, a smug note in his voice, oh, my bandages? I already changed them. It would be one more step toward getting rid of the dependency. One more step to feeling like himself (also, while he'd never say it aloud, he really didn't want to be touched, and every time Logan changed his bandages, he felt that much closer to a panic attack).

He gritted his teeth as he wrapped the gauze around his torso as tight as he could bear it. He was somewhat dismayed at the dots of red already bleeding through the bandage (just more weakness), but it had to be tight enough that breathing wouldn't allow his healing rib to shift.

“Roman? Are you in there?”

Crap, there was the nerd now. “Where else would I be, Teach?” He wrapped faster. He had to be back in bed before Logan came in.

Silence. The movie was at one of the more heartfelt bits, where the music cut out and the characters spoke in low tones. Finally, Logan called again. “Is Patton in there?”

“Uh, no!” He pulled the loose Little Mermaid t-shirt over his head and thrust his arms through the sleeves. The bandages were sloppy and probably not tight enough, but he'd done it himself. He moved as quickly as he dared to the bed and rolled into it, then turned his eyes on Orlando Bloom's beautiful face.

“Can I come in?”

“Yes, come right on in, Lo!”

The door opened; Roman repressed a shudder when the bespectacled face brought back flashes of a too-real dream. The Side seemed concerned, but a vexed look overtook it as a loud bang! sounded from onscreen.

“So where's Pat?” Roman asked, trying to banish the flush of exertion from his face. Logan's brow furrowed.

“I don't know,” he replied. “He seemed rather like he was about to—” he whipped out a flashcard— “'Give the pigs'.”

Roman stared at the card, confused. “I was about to assume that's one of mine, but that's . . . yeah, that's not a thing.”

Logan frowned. “Really?” he said, glancing at it. “It was in the thesau—never mind. He seemed upset. He said he was planning to check up on you.”

“Never turned up,” Roman affirmed. He was pretty sure he'd have noticed had Patton entered his room. “Perhaps he decided against it, and went to his own room instead.”

Logan shifted his stiff stance. Only then did Roman realize he was holding his hands behind his back. “I thought the same,” the logical Side admitted. “However, I then discovered these on the floor of the hall.”

He brought his hands into view, revealing a pair of glasses. Patton's glasses. Unfolded, as if they'd been knocked from the moral Side's face.

And, staring at those glasses, Roman felt truly afraid.

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