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Marvel High (Part 4)

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A/N: Happy Fic Fri--Saturday! Had this most of the way written up yesterday, but my daughter has not been going down at her bedtime very well so I didn’t get it done before bed! But here I am now, posting as my husband is now trying to get her to go back to sleep. Babies, I tell yah.

Welcome to Marvel High, where being the new kid wasn’t the worst. Your homeroom couldn’t be weirder though; your teacher wears an eye patch and is always shouting for some reason, and a group of dysfunctional teens calling themselves the “Avengers.” Probably the weirdest thing is their insistence that you join.

Pairing: Pietro x Reader Warnings: language, sexual innuendos, teenage substance abuse Words: 1,300ish

The dynamic of the group was odd to witness. They all had drastically different personalities, something you had already gleaned from the bickering during the school day, but under the influence of alcohol, it became even more obvious. It was as if the group was comprised of smaller groups.

The Maximoff twins were obvious. Natasha and Clint were a pair, that you were sure of. The way they shadowed each other and communicated in their body language was hard to ignore. Either they had been friends for a long time or something was going on between them. Though you felt it would have been inappropriate to ask. Tony and Bruce seemed close, from what you had overheard from their in-depth science conversation at lunch earlier. You could always find Steve, Bucky, and Sam together, but Bucky seemed annoyed whenever he was left with just Sam.

Thor was an outlier and seemed to bounce around all of them seamlessly. His cockiness rivaled Tony’s. Thor appeared to be about six beers deep and enthusiastically telling a story about how he wrestled some unnamed beast in is home country.

“Where is Thor from again?” You turned to Pietro who was watching the group from a distance with you. Though you had felt him watching you when you weren’t looking.

“Some Scandinavian country… we think.” Pietro shrugged. “You sure you don’t want another drink? Nat makes a mean cocktail.”

“I’m sure she does, but I should probably keep my wits about me and not smell like I’ve been drinking. My dad is like a bloodhound with that stuff. One beer was already a risk.”

“So, what is up with your dad anyway? He seems…” Pietro struggled to find the right word.

“Hella protective?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Yes, hell-ah protective, as you so put it.” Pietro inclined his head in your direction, closing the small gap between your bodies.

“He means well. I haven’t made the best choices in my life. And trouble seems to follow me wherever we go. It’s only a matter of time before it finds me here.” You were being intentionally vague. It was a can of worms that someone you just met shouldn’t have sprung on them.

Pietro furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t push. “So, you set fire to your previous school?” He guided you back to the group and you sat next to Wanda on a loveseat, Pietro perched on the arm.

“Fire? Is Y/N talking about setting her school on fire?” Tony had been making his way to the bar when he heard the word fire. Another lit cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Yes, but don’t even think about sitting next to us with that lit.” Steve waved his hand to the offending object.

“It’s my house,” Tony guffawed.

“Rule eleven, specifically made for you, is not smoking within the group circle, because not all of us are trying to get lung cancer before twenty-five.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“I think it’s unfair that we have rules specifically aimed at me. But fine.” Tony dropped his cigarette into his glass and joined the group.

“Rules?” You echoed.

“Top secret,” Tony winked, “Back to the fire, what did you do?”

“It wasn’t anything crazy. I was in wood shop and got bored, wondered if I could burn in a design on a plank with my lighter, and it was highly flammable, apparently. It didn’t take long for the rest of the shop to start on fire, the air was basically half saw-dust.” You shrugged, honestly, it wasn’t the stupidest thing you’d done. It was also an accident for once.

“It only went as far as the home-ec classroom. No big deal, aside from being expelled."

"Lame!" Tony yawned. "Let's play truth or dare!"

Everyone groaned and threw empty solo cups at him.

"Why do you always insist on playing?" Nat looked to him, incredulous. "We've been friends long enough that it isn't fun anymore. You just want us to do stupid shit."

"What's wrong with stupid shit?" Tony insisted. "Besides we have a newbie now!"

You looked at your phone and saw it was almost ten o'clock. Had it really been two hours already? "Sorry, but I have to head out. Curfew."

"And here I was thinking you were a trouble maker," Tony smirked.

"Oh, I am. But I don't want to be grounded for eternity. Great party though, Tony. Thanks for the invite." You made to leave with Pietro and Wanda on following behind you when a young boy, probably about 14, came running in, out of breath.

"Alright, who invited the freshman?" Steve rubbed his temples. "We agreed, no freshman."

"Parker isn't going to cause any trouble, the kid's a saint," Tony argued. "What's going on?"

"Some--oh hi," the freshman saw you. "I'm Peter Parker. You must be new."

"I'm Y/N. You okay, Peter?"

He was still trying to catch his breath. "Oh yeah! There's a bunch of Hydra High douche-bros who snuck in. They're by the pool."

"Fuuuucccckkkkk." Bucky cursed. "They're definitely here to start some shit." "Alright, is everybody sober enough to deal with them?" Steve looked pointedly to Tony who was rolling up his sleeves, already looking ready for a fight.

"We should probably go, you don't need me and Wanda, right?" Pietro looked to Steve.

"Umm... if you're parked in the driveway, you won't be able to get out. They blocked it with their own cars."

"Looks like you're going to be late. Sorry." Pietro frowned at you. A heavy sigh escaped your lips.

"Nah, it's not your fault. How quickly do you think we can scare off these guys?" Tony held up his hand, gaining everyone's attention. "I might have a solution. Let me go down to my basement, and I will meet you out there."

The group made their way down to the pool. Your other classmates had crowded around, keeping a distance from Hydra.

Hydra was raiding the outdoor bar and the scariest student among them was lounging on a wicker chair, sipping lazily on a bottle of vodka. A small voice in your head said he was the leader. Maybe it was because everyone else was at work nabbing whatever they could and he was already enjoying their spoils. You just knew.

"Avengers!" he called out, happily. "Great party!"

"Avengers?" You whispered to Pietro.

"I'll explain later."

The leader's eyes narrowed in on you. "New recruit?"

The hair stood up on the back of your neck as he stood up and stepped closer to you. He looked you up and down, perplexed. "Do I know you?"

"Doubt it." Pietro pulled you behind him, breaking his line of sight.

"Maximoff onto a new toy already?"

"What are you doing here, Keller? I thought we told you not to come near this place again?" Steve pulled the attention to him. "The message was pretty clear when Thor cracked open your forehead."

"We heard about the dope ass party, Rogers. Thought some of your classmates would want to have a little more fun--"

"We don't want your shitty drugs." Peter piped up. "Like weed is cool and stuff, but--"

"Your shit is garbage." Tony sauntered through the group, a contraption strapped to his arms. "And calling it 'Candy Andy' is kinda lame."

A light emitted from Tony's palm and beam jutted out and shatter the bottle of vodka in Keller's hand. Tony hissed from the hot metal burning into his palm but stood his ground.

Keller remained calm and held up his hands, though you could see a slight look of terror in his eyes. "Alright, we'll see you around another time then. Good to see you again, Y/N." He winked at you and they took off.

You froze, you didn't know him, how did he know you?

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Home Lives With You-Part 1

Title: Home Lives With You. Pairings: Steve x Tony Part: 1/? Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, blood, abuse (physical and verbal), ptsd, anxiety, bullying Summary: Peter’s been living with the abusive Thompson family for years, it was the only family in the system that would take him. When Steve and Tony get a phone call from the social worker who introduced them to their daughter Morgan for an emergency placement, they feel like they must pay back the favor. But are Steve and Tony taking on more than they can handle, and will Peter be able to adjust to a warm and welcoming family home? A/N: A nonnie requested this and I couldn’t resist writing it, hope you enjoy!

Peter remembered the day that he arrived at the Thompson’s house. Remembered the excitement of exploring the rich looking house in the rich looking neighbourhood. He made sure to give his biggest and toothiest grin when the door opened, his social worker was always telling him that everyone always fell in love with his smile, why should the Thompson’s be any different? And while Rhodey was with Peter, they were no different. They smiled and hugged and showed him the room he was to share with their son-Eugene (although he insisted that Peter call him Flash). Once Rhodey had made sure he was settled, he’d wished Peter good luck and had taken off. As soon as the door had shut, the Thompson’s grins had faded, Mrs Thompson’s turned into a wicked smirk that had sent a nervous flutter through Peter. Flash had then shoved Peter out of his room and slammed the door shut. Peter had thought maybe the boy was being changed, but then Mr Thompson grabbed him around the neck and dragged him downstairs into the basement. It was small, dark, cramped full of junk and somewhere there was a leaky pipe.

“what are we doing here, sir?” Peter asked and eyed the room a little nervously.

“This will be your room kid.” Peter frowned and looked back up at him.

“what? I thought that Flash and I were-“

“you will touch none of Flash’s things. You will stay in here unless we tell you to come out and you will follow every order my wife gives you. Do you understand me?” Peter’s lip wobbled at the stern voice. He didn’t understand, what had he done wrong? he had thought that the Thompson’s liked him, that’s the impression they gave to Rhodey.

“B-but it’s dark in here.” Peter stuttered. His last fosters had been nice but had claimed they were too old to look after a young kid and had sent him back to Rhodey. Peter was in the awkward stage where he wasn’t quite a teenager yet, but was almost there that most people overlooked him. Mr Thompson grabbed Peter’s arm and dug his fingers in enough that Peter yelped.

“you’re hurting me!”

“Sir.” The man snarled and Peter flinched.

“You’re hurting me sir.” Peter whispered and the man shoved him down the remainder of the stairs until Peter’s body crumpled on cold concrete.

“You better be awake when my wife comes to check on you.” the man snarled and shut the basement door. Peter slowly rose to his feet and then crept up the stairs, when he tried the door it was locked. He spun around, heart racing and hot tears running down his cheeks. Rhodey had insisted that these were good people, he had lied. Peter curled up in a ball, knees hugged to his chest and took several deep breaths. It’s not that bad. Just think happy thoughts. Things will be better in the morning. Maybe if I’m really really good they’ll let me use the phone and I can call Rhodey. Maybe he can fix this and get me out of here.

Peter told himself that he just had to survive through the night, that that would be the worst of it.

He was very wrong.

They all jumped when the phone rang. Tony narrowed his eyes at Morgan and Steve as he placed his cards down.

“No cheating.” He grumbled as he went to go answer it.

“No promises!” Steve called after him and Tony stuck his tongue out at him as he answered.

“Stark-Rogers residence.” He said, a lightness to his tone that came from a good and easy evening. Steve had made dinner with Morgan which was one of the cutest sights Tony had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Each day with her was more incredible than the last and Tony was amazed that he got to be her dad.

“Hey Tony it’s James Rhodes-“

“Rhodey! How are you doing?” Steve’s head snapped up at that and he tilted his head, furrowing his brow slightly.

“I’m good, is Steve there with you?” Tony waved him over, Steve pressed a kiss to the top of Morgan’s head and then made his way over.

“Yeah he’s here, what’s going on?” Tony held the phone between them so Steve could listen in.

“Is everything okay?” Steve asked and Rhodey sighed.

“I need to ask a huge favour from the two of you.” Tony relaxed slightly. At least it wasn’t something to do with Morgan. The idea of losing her was the scariest thing in the world for Tony, he couldn’t imagine life without her or Steve.

“What is it?” Steve asked, wrapping an arm around Tony.

“I was wondering if you two could take an emergency foster placement? His name’s Peter and he’s sixteen years old. It would only be a couple weeks, a month at most.” Both men pulled back from the phone and met each other’s eyes.

“Why? What’s going on?”

“His foster family was in it more for the paycheque than the actual kid. But I’ve known Peter for years, he’s really a good kid okay?” Tony covered the mouth piece.

“What do you want to do?” He asked and Steve glanced over at Morgan.

“I mean, it’s only a month right? we could put him in the guest bedroom upstairs.”

“That’s just one room over from Morgan’s.”

“Rhodey thinks he’s a good kid, we should help him.” Steve murmured and Tony nodded. He agreed with Steve, they couldn’t turn away a kid in need. They’d done this a couple times before, taken in kids who only needed a place for a few nights. But never had they taken on a kid over the age of nine, let alone a teenager.

“Why don’t we come down to the office and we can discuss it with you further.” Tony said and Rhodey let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, thank you that’d be great. I knew I could count on you, I’ll see you soon.” Tony hung up the phone and stepped out of Steve’s hold.

“Alright, you get Morgan ready, I’ll make sure the house is presentable.” Steve nodded and kissed Tony’s temple before going to get Morgan.

Peter sat in Rhodey’s office, nerves rattling through him. They were going to reject him, he already knew it. Rhodey had pressured them into coming-he knew it. But Peter was just relieved to be out of the Thompson’s house for a few hours. His mind flashed back to earlier that evening, he’d been serving up the dinner he’d made and dropped a plate. He knew as soon as the fine china shattered that he was done for. He’d gone straight downstairs to the basement, Mrs Thompson screaming and Mr Thompson’s feet rumbling down the stairs.

“where are you boy?” a perk of the basement was that they never fixed the light bulb in here. Not since the day Peter had moved in. Peter knew this space like the back of his hand, every spider’s web and mouse trap and box. Mr Thompson crashed into everything in the whole damned room.

“I’m so sorry sir.” Peter was crouched behind a box of Christmas decorations, Mr Thompson had whirled at the sound of his voice. He’d grabbed Peter’s collar and dragged him across the room.

“I have half a mind to beat you to a bloody pulp but you’re going. Tonight. I have to be careful.” Peter had been foolish enough to think that meant he’d get away. Truly get away, with no punishment. Instead, Mr Thompson had been meticulous about where he’d hit Peter. The wounds he inflicted, the ribs he broke, the placement of his punches. As soon as Rhodey had left his office to go meet the couple that would supposedly take him in, Peter had lifted his shirt to assess the damage. His torso was a canvas of blues and blacks and purples, there were a few deep cuts from when a nail had scraped along his side as Mr Thompson had dragged his body across the floor. Peter counted his lucky stars that he wore a deep red shirt. Slowly he got up and began to search through the room, finally finding a first aid kit. He looked at the wound, deep and still blood trickled out of it. he grabbed the needle and thread and with shaking hands began to do an activity that he had done countless times but which had never gotten easier.

“So the family was just in it for the money?” Steve was disgusted, these kids were human beings too.

“Unfortunately. Pete begged me to get him out of there, but no one wants to take on a teenager, let alone a boy teenager.”

“People think girls are easier?” Tony asked and Rhodey nodded his head. Steve took Tony’s hand, his heart ached for the kid. He thought of Morgan who was with another social worker in the toy room playing dolls, what would have happened to her if Tony and Steve hadn’t taken her in?

“I know it’s horrible to assume the worst but I have to ask, will Morgan be safe if he stays with us?” Rhodey looked slightly taken aback but nodded his head.

“Peter wouldn’t hurt a fly. He’s a really good kid he’s just had a rough life. We have a family lined up to take him on if need be but they’re currently in Los Angeles and don’t get back until next month.” Steve nodded his head, a month wasn’t so long. Maybe they could convince the kid that it was like a short vacation.

“and school?”

“It’s in your area. Midtown.” Tony nodded and looked impressed.

“Good school.”

“It’s a great school and Peter’s incredibly smart. Despite his situation he’s got straight A’s.” Steve nodded and felt a little more reassured.

“Is he here?” Steve asked and Rhodey nodded.

“in my office, follow me.” they stood up and followed Rhodey through the building. Steve felt Tony’s nervous glance and gave him a reassuring smile.

“is he shy?” Tony asked as they arrived at the door.

“ yeah. he’s quiet and shy so he might not talk much.” Rhodey warned as he opened the door.

“That’s alright, Tony talks enough for the three of us.” Steve joked and Tony playfully jabbed him in the elbow.

The door opened and Peter saw a blonde man jab a brunette with his elbow. The brunette rolled his eyes and Peter felt his stomach drop. Rhodey hadn’t seen it, he was smiling.

“Peter, this is Tony and Steve Stark-Rogers.” They’re no different. Peter thought to himself but forced himself to smile.

“Hello sirs.” He mumbled, hiding his hands behind his back. He didn’t want them to see the blood. He didn’t need to give them any excuses to hate him.

“Peter we’ve gone over this, you can just call them Steve and Tony.” Rhodey said softly but Peter shook his head.

“It’s nice to meet you Peter, Rhodey speaks very highly of you.” the brunette, Tony, was grinning. Peter didn’t buy it, he’d seen grins on fosters before. He’d once thought them to be true, all they were was a lie.

“That’s nice of him to say, sir.” Tony glanced at Steve but said nothing more.

“we have a little girl, Morgan, would that bother you having her around? She’s only eight years old and mostly likes to play dolls so she shouldn’t intrude too much.” Steve said it so gently, his voice was so soft and warm and soothing.

“No that wouldn’t bother me at all.” Peter murmured, his mind was racing. Rhodey had told him it was only for a month. All peter had to do was survive the month without pissing off either man, and he thought he had gotten pretty good at that. His main job was to make sure he just didn’t drop any plates.

“Great, do you want to go grab your stuff and we’ll finish filling out the paperwork with Rhodey.” Tony said, a grin on his face. Rhodey’s whole body visibly relaxed and Peter nodded. He turned around and winced as he bent over to get his bag, no one noticed. No one was paying him any attention.

Tony opened the back door of the car and turned to get Peter’s things, but Peter only had a small backpack and a trash bag.

“Where’s the rest of it?” he asked as Peter placed them down gently.

“That’s all of it.” Tony glanced to Steve who clenched his jaw and Peter kept his head down. Morgan tilted her head to the side and wrapped her arms around Steve’s leg as she studied Peter with curiosity.

“okay well uh, just climb on in then.” Tony shut the door and Steve went to get into the driver’s seat, taking Morgan along with him.

“Oh not that side!” Steve exclaimed and Peter flinched. At that, Tony frowned. What had this kid gone through? Peter came around to his side of the car and Tony smiled gently at him.

“Sorry, booster seat.” Tony told him and Peter nodded. Tony shut the door once Peter was buckled in and got into the car himself. He watched as Steve finished buckling in Morgan who again simply stared at the teenage boy before her.

“So Rhodey tells us that you’re a straight A student, you like school huh?” Tony asked, turning in his seat to get a look at Peter.

“yes sir.” Peter said, meeting his eyes with only a small amount of hesitation.

“Well if you ever need any help I’m happy to assist. Steve while he tries spent more time on the football field than in the library.” He hoped that he’d get a smile from Peter, instead Peter just nervously glanced at Tony’s husband who had started the car.

“thank you for the offer sir.” Peter said and Tony narrowed his eyes. Steve pulled out of the carpark and Peter shifted in his seat so he was looking out the window, but Tony still watched him.

“Peter you don’t have to keep calling us sir, Tony and Steve is just fine.” Steve murmured and turned a corner. They would be home soon, maybe Peter would settle down then.

“I want to say thank you, for taking me in sirs.” Peter looked back at Tony who nodded his head, finally facing forward again.

“The pleasure is ours Peter.” Steve said and finally turned onto their street.

“Can we have ice cream?” Morgan asked and Tony chuckled.

“Yeah I think we can have some ice cream.” Tony murmured and Steve rose a brow.

“it’s a quarter past nine.”

“so?”

“You can stay up with her then.” Steve said and Tony rolled his eyes.

“don’t be such a party pooper Steve.”

“Yeah dad don’t be such a party pooper.” Morgan stuck her tongue out at the back of his head and Tony chuckled. He thought he heard the smallest and most tentative laugh emerge from Peter in the back seat.

Tony had taken Morgan inside to go pick a movie, leaving Steve alone with Peter.

“Are you feeling alright?” Steve asked and Peter jumped, gripping his bags a little too tightly.

“Fine sir, thank you for asking.” Sir. Steve hated that, it reminded him of the days when he was in the military. Back when he had just turned nineteen, how different his life was to back then.

“Okay I understand that calling me Steve makes you uncomfortable, so how about we come to a compromise?” Steve asked and Peter blinked.

“A compromise?”

“If you really would prefer to be formal then Mr Stark-Rogers is fine, though I really would like it if you called me Steve.”

“are you sure Mr Stark-Rogers?” Peter’s voice trembled over Steve’s name and Steve nodded.

“Of course Peter. Now I’ll show you to your room but it’s a little bare, we’ve kind of been putting off decorating it.” Steve admitted and led Peter inside, locking the car as they went. He dumped the keys into the key bowl and led Peter up the stairs. Peter’s wide eyes looked around wildly at the house and Steve led him down the hall to the guest room. He’d made sure to avoid the words ‘guest room’ lest Peter felt unwelcome here. The room really did look barren when Steve entered. There was only a bed, a desk and a wardrobe that occupied the space.

“Thank you Mr Stark-Rogers.” Steve looked down at Peter who looked completely stunned by the room. Steve had expected him to be disappointed. This room looked more like a prison cell than that belonging to a teenage boy.

“We’ll take you down to the store on the weekend and you can pick out some stuff to decorate it.” steve told him and Peter whirled around.

“that won’t be necessary sir, I mean-Mr Stark-Rogers, you’ve done enough already and I really appreciate it and you really don’t-“ Steve cut him off.

“Relax Peter. Tony and I have been meaning to decorate this room for a while now but it’s just been one of those things that’s fallen onto the backburner. You’d be doing us a favour.”

“A favour?” Peter asked, his voice small.

“A huge one, we should be thanking you. Come on let’s go get some ice cream before Morgan and Tony eat it all.” Peter nodded and followed him downstairs but didn’t touch the bowl that Tony slid towards him.

“I’m not hungry.” At that Tony rose his brows and gave Peter his unimpressed-dad-face.

“You’re telling me that as a teenage boy you’re not hungry?” Peter’s stomach grumbled, giving away his lie and he cringed.

“It’s been a long day and I’ve got school tomorrow and-“

“You can go to bed after you eat your ice cream Peter.” He hesitated for a moment but then nodded.

“Okay, thank you sir.” He said and Tony turned away. He scrunched up his nose and Steve had to cover his mouth to prevent a laugh from slipping out.

“I told Peter that we should thank him because now we finally have an excuse to decorate the upstairs bedroom.” Steve said and the spoon froze halfway between the bowl and Peter’s mouth.

“Really?” Tony asked and turned around, Steve nodded his head.

“Yeah, the room’s a lot more bare than I had thought.” Steve scratched the back of his head and Tony nodded.

“Okay we can go before Morgan’s dance lesson. Pick up some paint and some sheets, get Peter some new shoes too.” Tony said, listing things off on his fingers.

“I don’t need new shoes sir.” Steve looked down at Peter’s feet and the ratty shoes that had holes in them. It looked like they’d been chewed out by a dog.

“New shoes are top of the list.” Steve said and Peter blushed.

“I don’t have any money to pay for new shoes Mr Stark-Rogers.” At that Tony’s head whipped to Steve.

“We can buy you a pair of shoes Peter, it’s really nothing.” Morgan was falling asleep at the counter. Steve scooped her up and carried her over to Tony.

“Say goodnight Morgan.” Steve murmured and she leaned forward, kissing Tony on the cheek.

“Night daddy.”

“Goodnight princess.” Steve then carried her over to Peter, where she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

“Goodnight Petey.” Peter’s face went an even brighter shade of red that melted Steve’s heart.

“Goodnight Miss.” Peter said softly and Steve took note of Peter’s frown.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Steve said and led Morgan upstairs. She clung to Steve but Steve could feel her grip loosening. Despite the ice cream she’d be unconscious within thirty seconds.

“daddy?” she mumbled, a yawn escaping her.

“Yeah?” he asked and placed her down in bed. He knew she should brush her teeth first but she was so tired and one night wouldn’t hurt.

“Is Peter my new brother?” she asked and Steve chuckled.

“We’ll see.” The response surprised Steve. Peter was only staying here for a month, yet he was suggesting to Morgan that it could be longer. She grinned though and he didn’t have the heart to take it back.

“Good, I like Petey.” And then she drifted off as if she hadn’t blown Steve’s mind away. Maybe he could talk to Tony and Rhodey about keeping Peter around for a little longer. Sure it was only the first night but Rhodey was right, Peter was a good kid. Maybe if this month went well, they could adopt Peter and make it official? Steve knew he was getting ahead of himself but once he’d thought about it, he got excited about it. what if Peter could be their son?

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things-we-used-tc-share · 4 years

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Short Temper

Warnings: Discussion of PTSD, Triggers, and trauma.

Ship: Platonic!Logince

Plot: Roman has not been feeling okay since he saw Remus, and seeks out confirmation from Logan that he is experiencing what he thinks he is.

Roman remembers times in the years long since gone, where his confidence had been shattered. He remembers his brother, remembers being children and not even suspecting that there was something wrong with Remus. Not wrong in the sense that he was unwell, but his…predisposition for the macabre and awful things life had to offer had not disturbed him as a child as they do now. To them, death was a story. Evil villains, maniacal laughter and sword fighting was just a way of life to them. It was all they both knew, stories.

But as they got older, and Roman got more bruises, he was starting to understand that stories weren’t just that anymore. They can’t die but that doesn’t mean they can’t feel pain, or faint at the sight of their own blood, or lose a couple teeth and have them grow back the next day.

Roman remembers, with such a heavy and hollow feeling, the amount of pain his childhood had given him until Patton drew a line in the sand and told the others they could not cross it. He knew good and evil existed; he just didn’t expect it to exist here. He didn’t expect to be the balance in fairy tales, nor his brother and other half to his soul, to hold the crimson half of a gold coin, covered in blood. Theirs is something so bitter to know that something apart of you is rotten, and Roman made sure he never became his brother, until apparently, he was.

Now, make no mistake, Roman can never truly be evil. He was created to be the goodness, the day, the knight in shining armour and the prince that rescues the princess. But that doesn’t mean he feels that way all the time. Growing up with this other half and this evil version of himself, he had always seen the dark sides as a threat; they are the dragons, the cackling witch, the end of the world. In his head it’s so simple, there is good and there is bad.

It takes a while, with Virgil, to understand that those can coexist in one person. But still, he feels scared. Whilst Anxiety is not evil, Roman learned to know, it is simply a necessary feeling for human evolution, he still can’t say the same of his brother. Still, he tries with Deceit and hopes that maybe one day he can learn to co-exist with them all. He tries, he understands, he knows when he wants his own way and Deceit seems to be supportive of that.

Patton berates him instead; he learns he cannot side with deception and Roman makes a choice that he can never take back.

And his repayment? Remus. Roman doesn’t like the word ‘trauma’, he doesn’t know why, it just doesn’t feel like him. It makes him feel…not right, unwell; but if he’d asked Logan he knows he would tell him that Roman is experiencing what it is like to be triggered by past events, that his mood has dropped and his own skin feels uncomfortable and every single time Remus has ever raised a hand to him flashes through his mind.

Roman knows he made a morally right choice because Patton told him that, but he doesn’t feel right in his soul. He feels cracked and scared and his head sometimes randomly hurts the way it had when Remus hit him over the head with the Morningstar. Deceit had let him out because he wanted Thomas to face truths, and in the process had taken everything Roman had tried so hard to run away from and dragged it straight to the forefront of his mind.

The creative side regrets, he does, Janus is a nice name and he’d panicked and the way they’d looked at him. The look on Janus’ face had been so hurt and vulnerable that Roman himself believed when the other snapped back, truly and entirely, that he was just as bad as Remus.

Roman knows how hard it was for him and still he had laughed. He doesn’t know why he finds himself at Logan’s door either. He’d spent the entire time not bothering to check on him and it feels almost insulting, but he knows that Logan is objective, he doesn’t understand emotion, but he does understand brains and why they do the things they do.

A quick knock and a quiet “come in,” and Roman pushes into the room. Logan’s room is always lukewarm with a static sort of feeling that crawls up the spine of anyone who enters and is unused to objective fact over emotional turmoil. Logan is lying on his bed and looks just as tired as Roman feels, a book lies open on his chest but for the most part he just seems to be staring into space. “How may I help you Roman?” he asks, sitting up and placing the book beside him “I assume this is about the unfortunate events that unfolded earlier today?”

Roman nods, he suddenly finds he can’t speak, as he sits down beside the only person left who might actually listen to him. Logan looks at him as though he expects him to elaborate, so the creative side takes a deep breath and does just that. “I think there’s something wrong,” He starts slowly “Ever since Remus appeared I’ve not been feeling okay, and I know you don’t really deal with emotions and all that, but Patton and Thomas aren’t really in the mood to be giving me advice and Virgil is, as of late, not really in the mood to deal with my problems, he has enough on his plate,” Logan nods slowly, biting the inside of his cheek. “I keep thinking he’s…there, all the time, I keep thinking I see him in the mirror, when I got to sleep I feel like I’m in pain, and I keep having….nightmares,” His cheeks flush with something that could be shame or embarrassment, but there’s nothing in Logan’s eyes that would say he’d judge Roman for any of these admittances. Mainly because judgement would require emotional input and that’s just (probably) not something that Logan has. “And I’m confused, because Patton said the dark sides were bad, but now he’s telling me to work with Deceit…I mean, Janus, it’s just a lot at once,”

Logan considers this for a moment before nodding “I see,” He starts, clearly still learning how to choose his words empathetically rather than objectively. “Well the first half seems to be trauma, you’ve come a long way over the years to move on past from Remus and his abusive ways, because you are naturally a more emotional person, or more human than I am, the sort of abuse we endured from Remus has left a lasting impression,” there’s a quiet pause “If I were to give an effective diagnosis I’d say PTSD, you spent many years with him getting more and more violent, and not much has changed, he’s come back into your life and resurfaced those memories, therefore your brain has been put into a panic mode, and you’re experiencing high levels of anxiety to the point of near paranoia, your mind is almost unable to differentiate fact from fiction at this time and almost anything could be seen as a threat,”

Roman does not like this news, even if he already knew somewhere what it was. “Am I a bad person?” Roman asks, Logan shrugs.

“Objectively speaking? Bad and good people very rarely truly exist, there are many philosophical debates on what makes a good or bad person, and even that is not universal, nor does it really matter, if you’re asking if trauma makes you a bad person then certainly not, there is absolutely no basis for the idea that experiencing the symptoms of PTSD would make you any less of a good person; what they can do is leave you feeling disorientated, confused, and experiencing high levels of anger, sadness and anxiousness,” That makes sense. “Which is likely why you reacted the way you did, Janus brought someone who is responsible for childhood and teenage trauma, back into your life, and then he immediately harmed you again, you are likely to hold resentment for that, and studies suggest that you would be entirely within your right to do so; re-traumatising someone on purpose is not something anyone does in good faith,” A quiet descends around them as Roman lets that sink in “However, the way you reacted was not optimal, in all truth it is likely that Janus underestimated the impact Remus would had, and he himself had emotion related problems regarding the treatment of himself and his job when you chose the callback,” He shrugs “Such things I can’t really comment on, but I do understand that people react irrationally when they are angry, and that is something that all of us have befell victim too,”

The creative side takes a deep breath and nods slowly. “I should apologise to him, but I want an apology from him too,”

“If that’s what will help you,” Logan gives a small smile and nods, sometimes Roman feels like he chooses to wear emotions to make other people feel better, because he doesn’t really doubt that Logan, if he could, would never show emotion at all. “I do think you should communicate with Thomas and Patton too of course, as well as Virgil, I do have to admit I’m finding his silence a little…perturbing,”

“Are you worried, teach?” Roman teases, nudging against the other, Logan rolls his eyes and gestures to the door. “Thank you, Logan, I mean it,”

“Anytime,” he means it too. “Oh and Roman?” The other looks back from where he’s opening the door. “I understand that you have a predisposition to a hero complex, I don’t doubt that you are what makes Thomas drive in the slightest, don’t make more emotional issues by doubting your self worth due to trauma,” Roman nods with a tight smile “You are, insufferably, still you, even with this information,” He supposes that’s the closest thing he is getting to a compliment, and he’ll take it.

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alonely-dreamer · 5 years

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Dangerous Creatures | Chapter 17: Untrustworthy Creatures

Summary: Mackenzie Alemaund is an unlucky 18 year old teenager whose life changes drastically after she gets kidnapped by two vampires and learns, in the same day, that she is not human.

Pairing: Elijah x OC

Words: 2642

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there, besides I couldn’t have it edited! I hope you’ll like it!

PS: I had to rewrite this chapter because it disappeared from my laptop (now I know I have Norton Security to thank for that 🤪). I’m afraid it’s not as good as the first version but… I hope you can still enjoy it!

Masterlist

New Series: The Valuable Sun

Mackenzie usually felt bad about lying, yet when Elena asked her if she had seen any ghosts the day before, she lied. She didn’t feel like talking about it. Somehow, she knew Elena would bombard her with questions and Mackenzie didn’t feel strong enough to answer them. She wished Elijah were there. She’d have talked about it with him. She wanted to talk about it with him.

So, instead of talking about her dead mother, they talked about what they had discovered the previous night, thanks to a dead werewolf named Mason Lockwood, whom Damon had killed earlier that year. He had led the vampire into a cave where Alaric had later found carvings dating from way before Mystic Falls was founded. Given the Viking scripts they had found there, and how they translated into names, names they knew too well, they had asked Mackenzie to help them uncover the meaning of it. So, that’s how she ended up there, standing in the middle of a dark, cold, humid cave, telling Elijah’s story to Elena, Alaric and Damon.

“That’s Kol and Finn, Elijah’s brothers,” she said, pointing at the names on the wall, confirming Alaric’s translation. “Mikael is their father. Esther is their mother. They lived among the werewolves as humans before their mother turned them into vampires.”

“I take it that’s the Original witch,” Damon said.

“I guess,” Mackenzie shrugged. Elijah had never called her that. “Does Rebekah know you’re trying to wake her father?” She wished they wouldn’t. Sure, he could kill Klaus, but he also could kill Rebekah, and Elijah.

“Not yet,” Elena said. “But I’ll tell her when I ask her about all of this.”

“Are you sure you wanna do that?”

“I don’t have a choice. If we wanna know the truth, we gotta go straight to the source.”

“Well…” Mackenzie sighed. “Good luck with that.”

***

The elemental helped the history professor take pictures of the carvings and then helped him translate them once they were back in his apartment. Bonnie joined them, bringing the Original witch’s necklace with her, confirming what Alaric was thinking and translating the symbol that had the same design. Witch. Werewolf. Vampire. That wall told the story of the Original family.

They went back to the cave later that night with Elena who wanted to compare Rebekah’s story with the symbols on the walls.

“We filled in what we could,” Alaric told her. “We’ve got vampire, werewolf, slaughter, mayhem, etc,” he said as he stuck the post-it notes on the wall.

“That’s the white oak tree that was used in the spell to create the vampires,” Elena said as she flashed her flashlight over the carvings. “Which means,” she continued as she moved her flashlight over the next drawings, “that was when they burned down the tree, destroying the only way they could be killed.”

“Yeah,” Mackenzie nodded. “We already went over that. The thing I found that didn’t coincide with what Elijah told me was this,” she said, shedding light over the last symbols on the wall. “Elijah said that his father killed his mother.”

“Yeah, Rebekah said the same thing.”

“Then I can’t explain this,” the elemental said. “This is the witch symbol with a bleeding heart: Esther. And this is her, but upside-down.”

“Upside-down figures usually signify death of some kind,” Alaric explained.

“So, this must be the story of her death. But this symbol,” she said, pointing at the one in the middle, “is the symbol for both vampire and werewolf.”

“A hybrid,” Elena breathed out, coming to the same conclusion as her friends.

Mackenzie nodded. “Mikael didn’t kill his wife. Klaus killed his mother.”

“I need to tell Rebekah,” Elena said.

“Are you crazy?” Alaric asked. “She’ll kill you!”

“She deserves to know the truth! If she hears Klaus killed her mother and lied about it, she’ll turn on him.”

“Or she’ll kill you,” he repeated.

“I’ll go with you,” Mackenzie said.

Elena wasn’t her friend, Rebekah deserved to have a friend there when she heard that her brother killed their mother. Because Elena was right, she deserved to know the truth. Because Rebekah had been living with an abusive man for a thousand years and Mackenzie related all too well to it. It was time she broke free.

***

Mackenzie spent the entire night comforting Rebekah. Alaric had been right, the vampire was ready to kill Elena after she told her the truth about what really happened to her mother. Mackenzie didn’t know if it was because she was a vampire and everything was heightened for her, faster for her, but the vampire went through the five stages of grief in one night. First denial, then anger, that was when she had tried to kill Elena, then depression, when she cried all the tears in her body on Mackenzie’s shoulder, and finally, acceptance, when she agreed to help them kill Klaus. Maybe, she thought, it was because deep down she knew that her brother would be capable of it. Maybe, she wasn’t surprised by it at all.

Mackenzie couldn’t help but find it despicable. Using her grief like that, to get her to do what they needed from her, to get her to kill her brother, no matter how despicable that brother was himself, Mackenzie didn’t feel good about it at all. In fact, she felt guilty.

Damon and Stefan came through with their part of the plan. As Elena was shattering Rebekah’s world and destroying everything she had believed for the past thousand years, the two brothers had been making a deal with Mikael. To Mackenzie’s dismay.

Mikael was very motivated and determined. When Mackenzie left Rebekah’s bedroom in the morning, while the vampire was still sleeping, she had come across his dead body on the living room floor. He had a dagger in his chest. Stefan, Elena and Damon were standing there, like it was business as usual. And to them, it was.

“We need Klaus to believe his father is dead. We can’t risk Stefan’s compulsion selling us out,” Elena explained.

“Get Rebekah,” Damon told the elemental. “Klaus will want to talk to her.”

Mackenzie sighed, but nodded. Damon had been right, Klaus had wanted to talk to his sister. And Rebekah had come through. She didn’t stay long, though. As soon as Klaus hung up, she went back to her room. She was terrified of her father, even as he laid there, dead, she didn’t want to approach him.

Mackenzie wasn’t sure if it was because Rebekah cared that much about the homecoming dance, if she wanted to avoid her father, or if she wanted a distraction from the fact that her brother would be dead soon, but she had spent the entire day getting ready for the party. Mackenzie had helped as much as she could. Not being a fan of dances herself, she wasn’t a big help, but she tried to distract Rebekah as best as she could. Mackenzie welcomed the distraction too, as she couldn’t help but worry about what Mikael would do to the rest of his children once he was done with Klaus.

Rebekah was almost ready. And very early. She was wearing a sleeveless red dress that fitted her perfectly. Mackenzie would never dare wear such a dress, she didn’t have the confidence for it. Helping Rebekah get ready for the dance reminded her of the night when she went to the 60’s dance with Elijah. One of the last moments she had spent with him. That night too, they had tried to kill Klaus. She wondered if this night would be any different.

“Elijah took you to a high school dance?” Rebekah asked with a laugh as she admired herself in the mirror. “I would have loved to see that.”

“Getting a head start, uh?” Elena interrupted. She showed up behind them, leaning against the doorframe.

Rebekah looked up at Elena’s reflection in the mirror. “Embarrassing truth,” she said with a small smile. “This is my first high-school dance.”

“Ever?” the doppelganger asked, surprised, as she stepped inside.

“I never really had time for high school before. Nik and I were always moving around. Running,” she paused, thinking about the reason that they ran for ten centuries was somewhere downstairs. “Anyway. I didn’t want to leave anything to chance,” she paused again, hesitating. “Have you heard any more from him?”

“No. But I’m sure that when he does return, he’ll do it with flair.”

“And Damon and my father are all set with their plan?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. I just want to go to the dance and leave the rest to Mikael.”

“I know it’s really hard,” Elena said as she approached. “So thank you for helping us get Klaus back into town.”

“Just be careful,” Rebekah warned her, turning around to face her. “I’ve been running for a thousand years for a reason. Mikael is not a good person and he definitely can’t be trusted. No one in my family can.”

Mackenzie would have disagreed but decided to keep quiet. After all, she had known Elijah for a month. Rebekah had been his sister for a millennium.

“Are you okay?” Elena asked.

“I’ve spent my whole life loving and hating my brother with equal measure,” she said with tears in her eyes. “I never thought that I’d be the one to help drive a stake through his heart.”

Mackenzie placed a hand on Rebekah’s shoulder and the vampire shook her head, then turned back to the mirror.

“No tears. I don’t want to ruin my makeup,” she smiled sadly. “How do I look?”

“You look amazing,” Elena told her. “But you’re missing one thing,” she said as she took out Rebekah’s mother’s necklace from her jeans pocket. “You should wear it tonight.” Rebekah smiled. “May I?” the doppelganger asked permission to put it around her neck and she nodded.

Mackenzie stepped back to give them space. She could see Rebekah was very emotional, but she was happy to see her smile.

“Thank you,” she told Elena as she brought a hand to her necklace.

But as soon as she touched it, a gasp of pain escaped her. Mackenzie jumped, startled by the sudden movement, confused by what had just happened. It took her a second to understand that Elena had just stabbed Rebekah in the back, with a silver dagger.

“What are you doing?!”

“I’m so sorry,” Elena said, “I can’t leave anything to chance either.”

Mackenzie instinctively stepped forward, trying to stop Rebekah from falling, but Elena got in her way.

“We can’t let her help Klaus.”

“She wasn’t going to help him!” Mackenzie shouted. “She trusted you! How could you do that?”

“I couldn’t risk it.”

Mackenzie didn’t know what to say, what to do, what to think. She was frozen to the spot, staring at Rebekah’s desiccated body lying at her feet. She couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe Elena would do such a thing. Rebekah didn’t deserve it. She had helped, she was on their side, she was looking forward to the homecoming dance and Elena just stabbed her in the back.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Mackenzie snarled, ignoring her blood boiling in her veins. She took a step forward and the look on her face made Elena step back, but she didn’t get the time to take another step as two hands grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the bed.

“Now don’t make me do something you’ll regret,” Damon threatened her as he pinned her hard against the mattress.

Mackenzie effortlessly pushed him away with her magic. She heard Elena gasp as the vampire’s back met with the ceiling, leaving a considerable dent. He groaned as he tried to get up, but Mackenzie ignored him. She stood up from the bed and was about to make her way towards Rebekah, planning on removing the dagger, when someone else appeared in the room and stopped right in front of her.

“Calm down, Mackenzie,” Katherine ordered her. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“You’re right. It was a terrible idea and now I’m fixing it.”

“You can’t,” Elena begged. “She’ll work against us!”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you stabbed her in the back!”

“She’ll kill me!”

“Maybe you deserve it!” Mackenzie barked at the doppelganger.

A heavy silence took over the room. Katherine watched Damon in the corner of her eye, just in case he decided to do something he’ll regret. Elena and Mackenzie looked at each other like they were strangers. They didn’t recognize who was standing in front of them. Elena spoke first.

“You’re right. What I did is wrong. And I’m not proud of it. But I couldn’t take the risk. I just… I just couldn’t. Klaus has to die tonight. He’s done too much.”

The elemental stared at the doppelganger, contemplating setting the house on fire. But then her mother’s words echoed in her head. You can’t let your emotions control you. You need to control the fire, or it will consume you. Mackenzie sighed, closed her eyes, then took a deep breath. Elena wasn’t wrong. She wasn’t right, but she wasn’t wrong. Klaus had done too much. He had daggered Elijah, he had killed Jenna, had turned Tyler into a hybrid, had turned Stefan into a ripper… It didn’t make it right, but she understood why she had done it.

“Good luck with tonight,” Mackenzie whispered before she walked away without giving anyone a single look.

***

Mackenzie was a terrible friend. On the three friends she had made this year, two of them had ended up being daggered in front of her and she hadn’t been able to help either of them. She was one of the most powerful creatures on this planet, and she couldn’t even keep her friends alive. What a joke. No matter how hard she tried to calm herself, she couldn’t. It didn’t help that she was driving back to Elena’s house.

She felt conflicted. On one hand, she wished they’d fail tonight, because of what they did to Rebekah, on the other, if Klaus died, it would be easier to get Elijah back, that is, if Mikael didn’t kill him first.

Trying to cool down (literally), Mackenzie drew herself a bath. Water always calmed her. If fire made her hot-tempered, water did the exact opposite. But tonight, even water couldn’t calm her worry. She had left so fast that she hadn’t even bothered to ask why Katherine was there. She wondered what part of the plan she was a part of.

She fell asleep in the bath and was awaken by someone knocking on the front door. When she got out, she realized it was over midnight. Whoever it was would tell her if Klaus was dead, or if everybody else was.

She quickly put on an old robe and went to open the door. She was relieved to see her friend was standing on the other side, unharmed.

“Are you still mad at me?” was the first thing Katherine said.

“Depends. Did you know she’d do that?”

“No idea. She acted on her own,” she said, like she was impressed.

“Is Klaus dead?”

“Not even a little,” Katherine sighed.

Mackenzie didn’t know if she was relieved or disappointed. “What happened?”

“Elena will tell you. I’m leaving town, I just came to say goodbye.”

“Where are you going?”

“Far, far away. Klaus will kill me on sight.”

Mackenzie nodded, understanding why her friend had to go, but not happy about it. Katherine was about to leave but before she could walk away, Mackenzie moved to hug her.

“I’m gonna miss you.”

It took a few seconds for Katherine to hug her friend back.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” was the vampire’s last words before she disappeared into the night.

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akocomyk · 4 years

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Twenty-eight books read in 2019. Sixteen longlisted books. One person who wastes his time writing sh*t as if they really matter.

Here it is. The best books I read in the past year.

HONORABLE MENTIONS

The unfortunate books that I had to let go since I only had ten spots to fill.

Turtles All the Way Down by John Green (2017)

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie (1934)

History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera (2017)

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie (1926)

Bird by Bird by Anne Lammott (1994)

The Silkworm by Robert Galbraith (2014)

*Ratings range from 1 to 5, with 5 being the highest

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10th Place

56 by Bob Ong (2018)

Rating: 4.300

Bob Ong makes a comeback on my list with his latest novel. His other book, Si, ranked 10th last 2015. This is the second time a Filipino book enters the list and is also the second nonfiction book ever—after Into the Wild last 2016.

In his latest release, Ong returns to the writing style that made him famous— reminiscent of his earlier books like ABNKKBSNPLAko. 56 is like a 300-page commentary or editorial about the issues of the present Filipino generation.

Other readers have found the book a little too preachy. I find it enlightening as it serves as a wake-up call to the Filipinos who are turning their blindsides to the harsh realities of our nation.

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9th Place

Mga Kirot ng Kapalaran (Kikomachine Komix blg. 11) by Manix Abrera (2015)

Rating: 4.445

This is a long-overdue recognition to my favorite comic strip artist (Fun Fact: I met him quite a few times already). For many years, I've ignored the chance to even put his works in the list of contenders. I'm not throwing it away again. Now, I have my first book to enter the top 10 classified under comics and graphic novels.

In this collection of strips by Manix Abrera, his work remains as humorous and as satirically laughable as the first time I saw his comic. Themes have changed to reflect the new trends and issues of our present society.

For as long as Manix draws and publishes his work, I will continue to read them as I know he gives an intellectual yet amusing input to our society's problems.

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8th Place

Mga Batang Poz by Segundo Matias, Jr. (2018)

Rating: 4.450

“Beautiful and relevant, but not flawless,” this is what I said on my review for this YA novel.

Mga Batang Poz is the third Filipino book on this list. Having three books on the list is a first. Furthermore, this is also the first time in four years that a Filipino book enters the list.

As previously mentioned, I have certain problems with regard to the overarching narrative of the novel. I wish that Matias could’ve written something more elaborate or something that doesn’t feel forced.

Nevertheless, the book accomplishes its goal of being a story that advocates HIV awareness, especially towards the youth.

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7th Place

The One and Only Ivan by Katherine Applegate (2012)

Rating: 4.485

In this book, you'll see both the cruelty and the compassion of humanity through the eyes of a gorilla named Ivan who is the narrator of the story.

Ivan is based on a real-life gorilla who was being used as a live animal attraction in Zoo Atlanta.

It is quite obvious that the book is meant for a younger audience, but despite this, I know anyone of any age will be able to appreciate it. Ivan is a gorilla after all, and I think the simplicity of how it was written suits his character, making the tone of the story more natural.

Overall, it was very touching. Although it mirrors pretty much what happened to the real-life Ivan, it efficiently delivers its message for animal welfare.

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6th Place

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie (1939)

Rating: 4.525

This is a mystery novel filled with suspense and everything that'll make you love and hate it at the same time. The horror it gives chills you to the bone for every page you turn.

Agatha Christie is insane—and I mean that in a good way. The plot was so well-thought out that even when nearing at the end, I had no clue who the culprit was. When it was revealed to me, I was like, “Yeah. That makes absolute f*cking sense.”

For a book that has ten major characters, it does well in handling them. You know when a piece of literature is brilliantly made when even if its length isn’t considerably long, it doesn’t sacrifice the characters’ backgrounds and the narrative of the story.

Despite the novel’s inhumane and despicable acts, it also addresses issues about criminal injustices that are still prevalent today. In our country alone, criminals—corrupt officials, master drug dealers, rapists, murderers—are still roaming around the streets, evading the consequences of their actions. At times when the law is not enforced properly, people resort to their own type of justice.

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5th Place

Darius the Great Is Not Okay by Adib Khorram (2018)

Rating: 4.590

In this debut novel by Adib Khorram, the titular character Darius suffers from clinical depression. Also, he's a Star Trek and Lord of the Rings fan.

This book demonstrates the fact that real depression is not simply cured by positive reinforcement and bible verses—as what most overly religious people think.

The novel highlights Darius' relationship with the other characters—most especially with Sohrab. It shows how he copes up with them while he struggles with his mental disorder.

There are also subtle hints of homosexuality, which added to the overall tension of the story since the main characters are Muslims. It wasn't blatant but it was obviously present—in the right and necessary amount.

To me, this is a spiritual brother of Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz—one of my favorite books. It gave me the same feeling of awe, beautiful pain, and joyful nostalgia. There were parts that broke my heart—I was ugly crying while riding a bus—and by the end, I was a complete mess, although I'm utterly happy.

━━━━ ☆ ━━━━

4th Place

Moonrise by Sarah Crossan (2017)

Rating: 4.595

What I love most about this book is how it was written. Instead of being in paragraphs, it was written in verses—like poetry. I thought it was creative and oddly fitting for the story.

Even though there are more blank spaces on the pages than letters, those words are enough to draw me into the story.

The novel is about Ed whose brother was up on death row. I found myself rooting for him, and I was hoping similarly to how he was hoping in the story. When the end came, I couldn't help myself from closing my eyes.

The narrative was fairly simple, it matches the way it was written. The characters—although few and also written with the utmost simplicity—feel so human and are not flat, cardboard cutouts.

In the light of all the flawed justice systems and abuses of law enforcers not just in America but everywhere else in the world, it's good to find a book that's bold enough to address such issues and an author who's brave enough to write them.

Lots of murderers are on the loose, yet there are innocent people being slaughtered for crimes they didn't commit.

━━━━ ☆ ━━━━

3rd Place

On the Come Up by Angie Thomas (2018)

Rating: 4.605

Just when you thought Angie Thomas couldn't write anything as good as The Hate U Give (THUG), she gives us this. If it's not better, then it sure is as brilliant as her debut novel.

This is Thomas' second consecutive year in my list, with THUG bagging the top plum last year.

The novel is proof of Thomas’s writing prowess. It successfully immersed me into the life of her protagonist, a life filled with hope, angst, and ambition. And the dialogue… Especially the rap battles. They were amazing. Seeing as Thomas herself was a rapper, you can feel the ingenuity in her words.

Moreso, this is one book that we really need in our present times. It reflects all of my sentiments regarding social media and how it can make or break a person. And how much the oppressed and marginalized communities lack representation, and how they are still subject to much prejudice.

━━━━ ☆ ━━━━

2nd Place

A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini (2007)

Rating: 4.680

This beautiful novel demonstrates the horror of domestic violence towards women. It also provides a glimpse of the people and culture of Afghanistan during the times of war.

I'm in love with how Khaled Hosseini's characters flesh out from the pages. You'd love them. You'd care for them. Their agony becomes yours. Their pain drips out from the corners of the books as your tears trail down your cheeks.

And on their sweet, small victories, you'd give a sigh of relief as the anxiety is slowly drained from your body.

In the two years that I've read a book by Hosseini, it didn't fail to shatter my heart. The Kite Runner ranked first in my 2017 list, and now this. If ever get to read another one of his books, I've no doubt it will also be a contender for that year's list.

━━━━ ☆ ━━━━

1st Place

Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman (2018)

Rating: 4.765

This book is also up on my shelf for the best sequels ever—be it for any medium.

I read this earlier this year and it remained unbeatable until 2019 ended.

This is the second book in Neal Shusterman's Arc of a Scythe trilogy, the sequel to Scythe—which placed 3rd in my 2017 list.

Growth and expansion. These are the things I love about the sequel. Ronan and Citra, the two main protagonists of the trilogy, are older, wiser, and better people, despite the fact that they're teenagers. You can feel their struggles with their respective endeavors.

Also, the universe is bigger. The Arc of Scythe novels feature a world where death does not exist and everyone is biologically immortal. In order to balance the earth’s population, there are these so-called Scythes whose life-long job is to assassinate anyone they choose.

In this sequel, you get to know more about the mechanisms of their world. There’s a new main character, Grayson, who takes you deeper and gives you a view of what it's like to live as a normal human.

The book deals with the adverse effects of the ways power-hungry people want to achieve their ambitions.

But that's not why I went gaga after reading the book.

IT. WAS. EPIC. The plot twists within the plot twists. The narrative. And the ending. My god, that ending. I COULD HEAR MY SILENT SCREAMS. After the last page, the only thing I thought of was, "GIVE ME THE THIRD BOOK RIGHT NOW!"

Thunderhead isn’t flawless, but it’s a very fine piece of literature that I recommend to anyone who loves to read.

• • • • •

I hope I won't regret putting Thunderhead in first place after a few years. I regret giving the top spot to I'll Give You the Sun last 2016. After pondering about the books I've read in the past years, I've found that Anthony Doerr's All the Light We Cannot See is one remarkable and memorable book, and the one I should've given the highest honors.

Books with relevant themes dominated my shelf but the book that won my heart was the one with intricate plots and a phenomenal ending. It feels weird but I hope for the best.

Happy New Year, everyone!

#Top10books

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PLAYER INFORMATION

Name: Annie

Preferred Pronouns: Alien

Age [18+]: 384

Timezone: the dark ages

How did you find us?: I beat the info out of a russian spy

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Roxanne Taylor

Faceclaim: Alexandra Park

Age: 25

Birthday: August 11th 1994

Species: Shapeshifter ( owl & caracal(wild cat))

TV Show & Occupation:

Actress

Blair Radcoff, Tales of Terror.

Clarisa Reed, Weather the Storm.

Ariel Curry, After the Storm.

(pick any ½, these are just the ones that stuck out to me the most)

BIOGRAPHY:

TW: Death, slaughter, blood, adoption, drug abuse, alcohol, psychologists, general trauma.

Queue the music to Arizona Zervas, god damn, Roxanne, all she wanna do is party all night xo

Right from the get-go, Roxanne’s life was a rollercoaster. She was found bundled in a blanket coated in blood and surrounded by a litter of slaughtered bodies by two hikers moving up the Cradle Mountain in Tasmania, Australia. The discovery made headline news for weeks as investigations went underway to figure out what exactly happened and why the traumatized 4-year-old was the only survivor. The hikers who found her were Australian councillors for the educational research programme. They were also a young couple who had been struggling for three years to conceive a child of their own. With only a knitted blanket with her name, Roxanne to go on, officials followed medical records from the deceased. From there and discovered that she was Roxanne Taylor and the litter of dead around her included all living members of her family, parents and several extended members. Unable to let Roxanne fall prey to the system, the wealthy couple went through every legal channel they had to until finally, almost a year later, permission was granted for them to legally adopt her, and so, Roxanne Taylor, as they chose to keep her surname out of respect for her lost family, now had two new people to call family.

The transition into her new life left her non-verbal and naturally, still traumatized by her ordeal. She saw psychologists three times a week but the only way she communicated was through pictures, which most of the time was only red crayon that represented the bloodshed she could still remember so clearly. Strangely enough, though, Roxanne took to her adopted parents very well, presumably recognising them as her saviours. It was everyone else she was grossly petrified of. Any time she would see someone in a black hoodie she became inconsolable and hysterical with terror. To say she had issues would be an understatement and yet, the couple never once lost patience with her, which turned out to be Roxannes saving grace. After three more long years and nightmares every night, something happened that nobody ever expected. The couple fell pregnant and birthed a baby boy. Worried that Roxanne wouldn’t accept him into the fold, a team of psychologists were on call when the couple came home with the little baby in their arms. It came as a surprise to everyone in the room when her face lit up with joy not only did she present them with a family drawing that included the baby, she spoke her first word in three years: brother. It was a shocking breakthrough and from there on, things started looking up. Her trauma faded more and more into the background with every week that went by and Roxanne slowly began to resemble what people would say is a normal child, happy, kind and loving.

She doted on her parents and her brother and enjoyed travelling around the world whilst they worked, Africa, Aisa, India, Dubai, there was nothing Roxanne wanted that she wasn’t offered. So you could say, she lived happily ever after but of course, happiness as pure as that would always be short-lived. She was thirteen when she accidentally shifted into a caracal (wild cat) that she had found herself studying earlier that day. And of course, she didn’t shift in private, but in the middle of a hotel lobby whilst they were in Africa. Traumatized all over again, everything she’d suppressed by her glowing love came bubbling back to the surface. The difference this time? Her parents had absolutely no idea how to comfort her and Roxanne has never forgotten that flicker of fear in their eyes when they saw her shift. Logically she can understand it, but in her head she can’t help but see it as a betrayal. She began to notice that although they tried not to treat her differently, they did. She was no longer allowed to be alone in the same room as her little brother and if she ever threw a tantrum, the parents would stiffen up as if they feared she was going to shift into a tiger and rip them apart. And then it hit her, one earth-shattering thought that she’d never even considered before: they think I’m the beast who tore my biological family apart. No amount of family therapy sessions managed to convince her that they still accepted and loved her the way they used to even in spite of their research and ongoing adoration. With the discovery of another shapeshifter and a meeting with him, the parents learned everything they needed to know about what Roxanne was and how to deal with it. So, by sixteen she supposed she could appreciate that they were actually trying, but the damage in her mind was already done.

The sweet, innocent girl began to slip away, replaced by a rebellious, law-breaking, drug-taking, alcohol drinking teenager. She did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted and the worst part? She was so incredibly crafty about it, nearly always managing to hide her antics from her parents. It was easy enough considering they never questioned the money she spent, even when it cost thousands. Roxanne did manage to complete an acting school course, figuring that’s what she wanted to do with her life. Dressing up and pretending to be someone she isn’t? Easy, she does it all the time. She landed small-time roles here and there but it wasn’t until 2018 and the worldwide reveal of supernaturals that she felt her calling: Vancouver. A place she could be herself, a place she could fit in. It didn’t take much to persuade her parents to let her leave Australia and set up home in Canada, especially not after they discovered her drug habits, some might say they were secretly pleased she wouldn’t be leaving her drugs around their home anymore. Roxanne moved in the fall of 2018, landing her first role at LCM studios only a couple months after that. Once more, things began to look up, for the first time in her life she felt like she belonged to something. The move only inspired her to learn more about her supernatural status and everything about everyone else along the way. Her two shift forms are a caracal and an owl and she enjoys the freedom that comes from being in her animal forms.

She’s still not without her issues and by now? It shows. Whilst most people know her as someone who will do anything for you, they also know she tends to be a reckless adrenalin junkie. Or maybe just a junkie in general. Over the last two years, she’s checked herself in and out of rehab three times, never sticking out the duration. Her party antics made headlines and all it would take was one phone call from home and the disappointed tone of her parents to make her go even further off the rails. It seemed a miracle to people that she still had a job but Roxanne always assumed that actually, the heat she generated in the press only made for better TV. Besides, she was smart enough not to show up to her job high as a kite so really, did anyone really have grounds to fire her? By 25, she never thought she would have all the labels she does; shifter, actress, spoilt brat, reckless, junkie and most commonly: wild. Roxanne cares for few but loves fiercely and doesn’t hold back on her opinions. If she has an issue, she will say it to your face no matter the consequences. She is however incredibly loyal and fun-loving, always sparking off energy and bouncing from person to person. Her traumatic history was aired for everyone to read so really, it’s no wonder hardly anyone actually questions why she uses. She uses to escape, forget her trauma like so many others in the studio. Only time will tell if it will one day be the ruin of her.

#lightscameraaccepted

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bakudekuficlibrary · 5 years

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BakuDeku: Angst One Shots Part III

Click here for Part I & Part II!

79 Works.

Do You Want to Be a Hero? by SecretKiwi

( T | 1,817 | 1/1 )

Two teenage boys learn the hard way that being a hero isn't always as fun as it looks.

Short one-shot, No quirk Vigilante AU

true love's first kiss by e3asi ( T | 1,052 | 1/1 )

And he remembers that this reality is something that even his most horrific inner demons could never conjure.

Deku has hanahaki and fuck if anyone knows what to do to fix it.

On that day, when I cried by EngelDreamer ( T | 577 | 1/1 )

Tenendosi il braccio destro con la mano sinistra, Izuku avanzava zoppicando, scostando detriti ed evitando punti pericolosi, con un unico pensiero in testa "devo trovare Kacchan". Non gli importava di nient'altro, solo che il suo Kacchan stesse bene, solo che il suo Kacchan fosse ancora vivo. •Bakudekupositivityweek 2k18 ❀ Day 4 ❀ Prompt: Havoc

Series Part 4 of Bakudeku positivity week 2k18

Blinded by bkdkwritingsdump ( G | 546 | 1/1 )

Katsuki confesses to Izuku, and the answer surprises him, which surprises Izuku.

Series Part 3 of Bakudeku Positivity Week

your light by Dekuman_crybaby ( T | 1,603 | 1/1 )

the relationship they have is complicated. its been weaved, ripped apart, but always stays tied together at the beginning. chasing the same things from different angles. this is mostly the night after their big fight after All Mights end.

desiderata by sora_san89 ( M | 2,655 | 1/1 )

Let them affirm their humanity, their existences, at least only for this night.

(BakuDeku Positivity Week 2018 - Day 04: rise / havoc)

Series Part 4 of BakuDeku Positivity Week 2018 ^^

MY Piece of Shit by FanTomato ( G | 460 | 1/1 )

Look, you may be a piece of shit, but you’re MY piece of shit.

Where to Begin by numbknee ( T | 3,784 | 1/1 )

Midoriya is leaving, and Bakugou is running out of time to do something about it.

(Originally for BakuDeku Positivity Week: Day 1 - Genesis)

Dream on without me by Nevermorelanore ( Not Rated | 1,119 | 1/1 )

Katsuki dies. Izuku dreams.

Or:

Izuku has a really weird nightmare after Katsuki's death and reflects on what could have been, but never will be.

[Major Character Death]

Gays, Gifts, and Gossip by siriusdamage ( T | 2,544 | 1/1 )

Momo runs into Bakugou out shopping, prompting her to look into some things she probably shouldn't.

(I'M SO BAD AT SUMMARIES DON'T @ ME)

Moving Boxes by DreamsOfCastiel ( G | 1,449 | 1/1 )

Midoriya and Bakugo are dating, or were dating. Midoriya is getting rid of things for an extra room and as he gets rid of things he stumbles across memories.

{ Curator’s Note: This work is tagged with “Break up”. }

your nightmares will follow you forever, like a shadow. by moonblossoms ( T | 511 | 1/1 )

a drabble? about death because it's the season to be spooky.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence (Blood and Gore) | Major Character Death]

Missing Pieces by haileek0 ( T | 2,269 | 1/1 )

His stomach dropped so quickly, the feeling of intense heart retching dread cracked through him. He shot his head up screaming at the top of his lungs for a medic.

Panic started to settle in as he held the man tight, wiping the blood away, already in deep denial about what he knew was happening but refused to acknowledge. Refusing to check his pulse.

He knew somewhere deep down that if he did he would break completely.

Series Part 2 of October Writing Prompts 2018

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death]

Paperweight Strings for Our Paper Hearts by tsunderechan ( T | 2,680 | 1/1 )

“No! Can't you see?! You'll — you'll die!” Izuku sniffed and wiped away the last of his tears. His face was flushed and his nose was clogged. He can't breathe.

“Then, isn't that great? Just celebrate now and let me fucking die then!”

In this Soulmate AU, having a soulmate not only connects you to someone, it also binds you with them for a whole lifetime. You won't have anyone else. As it turns out, Katsuki and Izuku are having troubles accepting that fact.

Series Part 5 of Inexorable

What Was Due by Nevermorelanore ( Not Rated | 710 | 1/1 )

Izuku Midoriya did not retreat into what could have been, he listened. And enevitablly, he stayed.

As he always did.

When Words don't Work by michiitaa ( Not Rated | 5,512 | 1/1 )

The league of villains decide to use a dark tactic to break Midoriya. He was excited to spend the weekend with his mom. He should've enjoyed the last time he spent a weekend with her.

For the Distant Dreams and the Promises Made by hikarikage744 ( T | 1,477 | 1/1 )

When they were four, they made a promise to be the best heroes.

When they were five, Izuku Midoriya's dream was shattered. Despite that, he wanted to be the first Quirkless hero.

When they were fourteen, Katsuki Bakugou made a promise.

When he was twenty-six, Katsuki vowed to be the best hero for someone who could never be one.

[Major Character Death]

Malibu Nights by Soundsoftherain ( Not Rated | 2,533 | 1/1 )

One simple mistake was all it took.

One simple mistake and his world was ripped away.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death | Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism | Suicide]

My heart lives on by heiro ( T | 161 | 1/1 )

Hey kaachan, Can we reach the sun?

[Major Character Death]

the pride before the fall. by hyacinthsfics ( T | 2,239 | 1/1 )

the blood had looked so real earlier. the dream had been so real.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence (Blood and Injury) | Implied/Referenced Suicide | Anxiety Attacks]

Angel and Demon by Purplemerald ( G | 550 | 1/1 )

A sinful love. A sinful desire. A sinful wish.

Series Part 1 of KatsuDeku Ideas I Will Never Finish

[Major Character Death]

Save the World by Purplemerald ( G | 1,377 | 1/1 )

He has to save the world. He is standing here right now in this battlefield because of it, because of this power, because of this legacy, because of this desire. He'll save it no matter what. Till the end.

Just to save his world.

Series Part 2 of KatsuDeku Ideas I Will Never Finish

[Major Character Death]

Vows by Purplemerald ( G | 965 | 1/1 )

Will you take, Izuku, as your lawful wedded husband...

in sickness and in health...

till death parts you?

Series Part 3 of KatsuDeku Ideas I Will Never Finish

Empty. by Anonymous ( M | 635 | 1/1 )

You can’t fool your body, you can only fool your mind.

SUICIDE HOTLINE: 1-800-273-8255

Boyinaband and Jaiden Animations made an amazing song called Empty and I 100% advise you to check it out!

Series Part 2 of One Shots

[Major Character Death | Suicide]

One for All by Purplemerald ( G | 1,139 | 1/1 )

One for All. A quirk born from evil, passed down from generation to generation, the will of its predecessors combined. One must fulfill this legacy until the end.

"Don't worry, Young Midoriya. One for All is on our side."

Series Part 4 of KatsuDeku Ideas I Will Never Finish

[Major Character Death]

Bitter by AutisticWriter ( T | 300 | 1/1 )

Katsuki hates being aromantic, but Izuku wants to help.

Series Part 117 of 24 Hour Fic Challenge Part 62 of Aspec Characters Part 244 ofAutistic Headcanons Part 41 of Neurodivergent BNHA Characters

Tahan by peacheszxcx ( G | 64 | 1/1 )

{ Curator’s Note: No Description. }

It's the End of the World As We Know It by Quirkyasfok ( G | 1,479 | 1/1 )

The end of the world happens on a Sunday. Well, not exactly the end of the world, but if you ask any of the survivors spread throughout Japan it’s probably how they’d describe it.

Апокалипсис by Explodocat ( M | 8,458 | 1/1 )

Деку думает, что прав. Кацуки не думает вообще. Все как у людей, а завтра никогда не наступит.

An Old Church Ground by KingHugin ( Not Rated | 6,526 | 1/1 )

Ever heard the legend of the Grim?

They say it’s a large black dog, an omen of death. That if you’re unfortunate enough to ever catch a glimpse of one. Then well… you never really live to tell the tale.

That’s only one of the legends and not the one of this story, though I guess it still ends in death.

Or a story where Katsuki is the Grim of an old church ground, and Izuku is… well he’s something else.

[Major Character Death]

breathing ( M | 431 | 1/1 )

"Pro hero Ground Zero has passed away after an awful villain fight. Details are unknown at this time."

[Major Character Death | Panic Attacks]

Czy to nie tego zawsze chciałeś, Kaccan? by blackpeonyboii ( T | 601 | 1/1 )

Nienawiść zniszczyła ich oboje, a zrozumienie przyszło za późno i dlatego też, mimo, że jedno serce dalej pompowało krew, to jednak obie dusze były martwe.

[Major Character Death]

Are You Sleeping? by cupahntae ( T | 1,218 | 1/1 )

Summary taken from a discord Halloween prompt challenge:

One person getting woken up at 3 am on Halloween day. Everything seems to be slightly (or majorly) off. They have no idea what is happening anymore and only wish to go back to sleep.

What's Left by generic_handle ( M | 9,033 | 1/1 )

Recently widowed, Bakugo Katsuki needs to reevaluate his life.

And that involves thinking about what he's lost and what he still has. So he gets it together, works things out with his friends, starts scheming and is just very Bakugo.

His work forces him to take time off and everyone tries to help him.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death]

abscond by kylieno ( M | 3,152 | 1/1 )

Their ultimatums were empty promises. Relief wasn’t coming no matter what he did.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence (Body Horror)]

i've given up on you (and my skin and my bones) by MsFluorescent ( T | 2,028 | 1/1 )

katsuki is the lead singer of pop punk band scarlet knife ㅡ handsome and popular, with an ego to match.

but bakugou katsuki is a lonely man with a penchant for cigarettes and a heart that won't ever mend.

[Major Character Death | Suicidal Thoughts]

Small Town Change by CommanderSipShady ( T | 12,227 | 1/1 )

They say nothing ever happens in this sleepy town, but that night everything changed for the better. 40 year old BakuDeku real world AU. Rated T for Bakugou's filthy mouth.

Go by uusagii ( T | 2,073 | 1/1 )

Katsuki had started wondering what was going to kill him first; hypothermia or himself?

(in which Katsuki attempts suicide but, as always, Deku helps him out of it.)

Series Part 1 of uusagii's One Shot of The Month

[Suicide Attempt]

Day 1: Genesis by AthenaSeiki ( M | 2,713 | 1/1 )

GENESIS : (Noun) the origin or mode of formation of something.

Series Part 1 of BakuDeku week 2k18

When Reality Dissolves by ChestnutPatronus14 ( M | 15,005 | 1/1 )

Everyone in the world is born with a tattoo or symbol of their soulmates quirk somewhere on them. It may not be visible at first, and often develops in detail overtime, starting as an outline, and becoming a more solid representation of the quirk as the individuals age. It is a representation of that individual’s quirk, and with almost every quirk being unique finding the individual isn’t quite difficult. Izuku Midoriya grew up with the firework like explosion in shades of blacks, browns, oranges and reds on his neck. The first person the little kid thought of when it appeared was Kachan, the only one who he knew had a quirk like that. The more he fights, the worse he feels, and as time goes on, he begins to notice the ink on his hands when he coughs.

Bakugo isn’t so sure. The mark along his forearm shows a constellation pattern, with a line connecting several different star bursts. It can’t mean Izuku, after all Izuku doesn’t have a quirk. Yet everything changes, when he notices his teacher has the exact same tattoo on his forearm.

Part of the BakuDeku Big Bang

[Implied/Referenced Child Abuse]

Because I'm Stupid ( Not Rated | 1,735 | 1/1 )

I'm Stupid.

bittersweet death by possumcore ( G | 2,080 | 1/1 )

Deku, now known as the most dangerous villain alive, is responsible for Mirio Toogata's end, a number one hero. The scene of Lemillion's dead body takes everyone's breath away. The world's falling apart, and everyone is vulnerable about the situation. The villain seems to be almost unbeatable, and yet. He stops thinking rationally as he sees his childhood friend; Katsuki Bakugou, the number two hero. A sudden twist makes people around believe that at this point only words can be stronger than fighting.

[Major Character Death]

{ Curator’s Note: This work is tagged with “contains major spoilers for season 3 i guess.” }

Excuses, Excuses by Superior_Moustache ( G | 3,666 | 1/1 )

It's Parents' Day at UA High School. A day that allows the parents of UA students to spend the day with them. Unfortunately, Izuku's mother, Inko, caught a cold and his father is "working overseas." At least, that's what his mother told him when he was little. As Izuku got older, he soon enough put two and two together.

Never by SurelyHeavenWaits ( T | 2,144 | 1/1 )

Katsuki wakes to the desperate sounds of someone beating his front door down. Opening the door changes his life forever.

When You Find Something That Was Long Lost by AiaPhoenix ( T | 3,705 | 1/1 )

Midoriya Izuku was kidnapped at the age of eight.

Seven years later, he fled and ran into Takeyama Yuu, who took him then in and he then attended U.A.

And there is also that one teacher...

[PTSD]

In Weakness there is Strength by DarcyIncarnate ( Not Rated | 3,011 | 1/1 )

Five times Izuku breaks and Katsuki picks up the peices, and one time Katsuki isn't there to help.

Wake Up Please. by SpaceOdd ( T | 1,293 | 1/1 )

A dream within a dream.

[Implied/Referenced Character Death]

I Don't Want You As A Ghost by Dreamweaving ( T | 714 | 1/1 )

Katsuki Bakugou did everything he could to dissuade Izuku Midoriya from becoming a hero. In his mind, the outcome could only go one way. He really wishes he'd been proven wrong.

[Major Character Death]

If You Love Me Why Do You Want to Leave Me by Glitterboxemo ( T | 3,625 | 1/1 )

Today was an anniversary. An anniversary of both something amazing and something absolutely heartbreaking. It was the day the sludge monster attacked almost two years.

Series Part 1 of BakuDeku angst and fluff and well everything

[Suicide Attempt]

Bulletproof by Katsudone49 ( T | 857 | 1/1 )

Just me being petty at the fic count. Quick words just to keep my beautiful ship winning. Complain with me.

Lifeline by mynameis152 ( G | 862 | 1/1 )

Katsuki's hands made his life worth something.

He could be anything, do anything...

But he couldn't save everything.

[Major Character Death]

hate's a strong word by exstella ( M | 3,814 | 1/1 )

“Damn it,” Bakugou curses quietly, feeling frustrated. “You can’t just say you love me and then fucking leave.” He says, hating the way he sounds so vulnerable and weak.

But more than that, he hates the way Deku’s eyes soften upon hearing those words.

“But you hate me, don’t you?” Deku asks, smiling sadly.

Series Part 1 of you and i, we're born to die

from your heart to mine by Hotshott (Artemystic) ( T | 732 | 1/1 )

Katsuki turned when the music began. The doors at the back of the cathedral slowly pushed open, hazy white light spilling from the windows beyond. In a suit of white, only a splash of crimson on his lapel, Midoriya Izuku stood backlit by the morning sunlight, and Katsuki felt his breath stop. How could one man be so beautiful, he wondered.

Hero Complex by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) ( E | 8,956 | 1/1 )

“You guys have been together since high school, you wouldn’t just break up unless something huge happened.”

“Oh my god! Bakugo, did you cheat on Izuku?”

“No, no way. Bakugo would never do that...right?”

Now everyone turned to look at Katsuki, who didn’t meet their eyes in turn. The question quivered in the air; the guillotine about to fall.

“He didn’t.”

The speed at which everyone turned to face Izuku was almost enough to give him whiplash, but his eyes stayed glued on Katsuki.

“He didn’t, I did.”

Sometimes when you try to be the hero, you end up as the villain.

Reluctant Visitor by apathetical ( G | 769 | 1/1 )

“Who do you think you are, huh?” He was talking to air. She continued to slumber, unaffected by the torrent of harsh words. “What the fuck do you thi—”

Just then, his eyes finally fell to her wrist. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen something look that broken. How the hell were they planning to fix her?

(Sports Festival Arc - Aftermath of Todoroki vs. Deku). Fem!Deku.

Dead is When No One Remembers You by eunoiannoying ( G | 712 | 1/1 )

They watched Bakugou as he spoke - calm, but unnervingly so. Despite being the calmest they've seen him in days, months, even, his smirk is still in place. And if they were lesser people, they wouldn't have noticed the bags under his red-rimmed eyes, or the twitching of his mouth, or the slow and rythmic tapping of his fingers on the press table.

As it turned out, they both aren't.

Time, Afterwards by WhenJoshIsJoseph ( T | 1,659 | 1/1 )

'Time doesn’t stop for Izuku, wouldn’t have stopped even if he’d taken the week they’d offered to him to ‘process things’. But what is there to process? He’s gotten a promotion; it’s nothing special. Izuku needs to get on with it.'

In which Bakugou didn't come back.

[Major Character Death | Implied/Referenced Self-Harm]

Inheritance by Anteela ( M | 1,052 | 1/1 )

Izuku finally gets to save Katsuki.

**Please see the warnings, friends!**

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death]

call me to your side by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes) ( M | 3,939 | 1/1 )

When Deku goes down in combat, Katsuki has to face up to what cutting Deku out of his life has done to each of them.

Series Part 20 of WWD Advent 2018

dear kacchan by mgc_psycho ( G | 1,003 | 1/1 )

take care,

your shitty deku

Series Part 1 of from me to you

Loner Breaker, Merry X'mas by don_donaQ ( T | 902 | 1/1 )

爆豪胜己的忌日。

[Major Character Death]

carne aderunt by altruisticizuku ( T | 1,224 | 1/1 )

Faced by the weight of his own mortality, Katsuki breaks, Izuku’s unmoving body being the only witness.

[Major Character Death]

In the Underground by Jenniferdarknight ( T | 1,779 | 1/1 )

Just like every other night, he found himself in his bed, in a dorm room that was his, but wasn’t his, and opened the door that led to blackness.

Just like every night, small pricks of light beckoned him within.

But tonight taught him one important thing: even in his dreams, he would never stop chasing Kacchan.

Or: The Yume Nikki AU that nobody asked for.

A gift for Catlas for the BKDK Fic Library Secret Santa Event!

Series Part 1 of Dream Diary

a kiss on a scar by Kasplode ( G | 1,000 | 1/1 )

Izuku is insecure. It’s been a bad week.

Series Part 4 of BNHA Tumblr Prompts

I will always love you by Confusingtruth ( Not Rated | 1,574 | 1/1 )

He is never the same after that.

from spring to spring by bakusdeku ( T | 2,220 | 1/1 )

Bakugou Katsuki disappeared from Izuku’s life exactly a year after they met. A spring without the crass boy was not something Izuku looked forward to.

A spring that Izuku knew would only hold loneliness for him.

A spring without light in his life.

[Major Character Death]

what is meant to be by mgc_psycho ( T | 1,247 | 1/1 )

Deku makes an important decision for the new year.

He’s going to tell Kacchan how he feels.

Fritillaria Meleagris by Bluedragonstorm ( T | 8,107 | 1/1 )

Not long after the sludge villain incident, Katsuki's body starts behaving weirdly. Like that fucking criminal left him a nasty cold of some shit. It takes a while to figure out what it truly is and even longer to get it handled. Katsuki's not one for admitting things easily.

The Power of Love by Hotshott (Artemystic) ( M | 1,650 | 1/1 )

Izuku is sure that, no matter how bad things seem, True Love will save the day.

Series Part 1 of 2018 Wonder Creators Bingo

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death]

Ironie du sort by Ilunae ( T | 1,981 | 1/1 )

Dans une société qui glorifiait les alters, ceux qui n'en avait pas n'avaient pas leur place. Izuku se disait qu'au moins, il ne risquait pas de contracter la maladie de Hanahaki.

Series Part 2 of Hanahaki AU

rest ye merry (until you wake) by stardreamertwo ( T | 3,462 | 1/1 )

Christmas is coming and Katuski’s in the hospital. Izuku’s trying to understand.

「WE'RE」 by galaxy_in_your_eyes ( T | 2,762 | 1/1 )

...It was a bright day, But the world was mourning

[Major Character Death]

As The World Turns by Aisuryuu ( G | 594 | 1/1 )

Just some tension and emotional isolation. No biggie right? Izuku's not going to be deterred but... he's going to try tread carefully.

Juniper, Sweat, and Smoke by pointandpounce ( E | 3,255 | 1/1 )

Evil, Katsuki thought, letting slip a betrayed groan. Then demon. Then, finally, peeking back to see how firelight brightened every bead of sweat on Izuku’s shoulders into a live, dangerous spark- mine.

Bittersweet by Izzbubs ( Not Rated | 1,090 | 1/1 )

After Shigaraki and the others had finally gotten his hands on Midoriya, the aspiring hero thought it was all over once he realized he couldn't win. That is, until they had the idea of turning All Might's successor against the heroes. How far are they willing to go to tear heroes down on a more deeper level? More importantly, will Midoriya buckle under the captivity of the League of Villains?

[Psychological Trauma | Panic Attacks]

Simple Like Breathing (Underwater) by smol_bird ( T | 5,081 | 1/1 )

There is nothing ambiguous about the scene.

Absolutely nothing. It cannot be misinterpreted, it cannot be mistaken for anything else, and even if it could, Deku is shit at lying, so a few well-places questions would have shattered whatever stupid excuse he could’ve made up to explain it away. But in any case, he isn’t even trying; he is just standing there, hiding his forearms behind his back, blood dripping onto the floor.

–––

TW Self-Harm!

All good things comes to an end by Preintice ( M | 1,297 | 1/1 )

Nothing can get Katsuki to give up on what he truely believe. Even a dying Deku in a shape of a Nomu isn't enough to make him let go

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death]

You are my sunshine by PinkFairyArmadillo ( Not Rated | 538 | 1/1 )

When a powerful villain attacks, Midoriya jumps in front of an attack meant for Bakugou.

[Major Character Death]

Memories by Avila ( G | 660 | 1/1 )

One year after Deku's death, Katsuki still couldn't get over it.

Deku is dead but his memories are still there and haunting Katsuki.

[Major Character Death]

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #BNHA #bkdkfl masterlist #masterlist #ws:os #ws:complete #g:angst #w:mcd #w:violence #t:addiction #t:s #t:panic #t:abuse #t:ptsd #t:sh #curator ellie

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purediscordhell · 6 years

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Seven Seconds

Summary: Remy gets his first Charge as a Guardian Angel. But the truth is, keeping a Charge safe is harder than he expects it to be.

Pairing: N/A

Words: 2,153

Warnings: Character death, implied/referenced suicide, suicide, stalking, implied stalking, implied/referenced abuse, emotional/psychological abuse, abuse, non-graphic violence, light blood mention, blood. These are very light, but still taken as a precaution.

A/N: Hello guys. This story is extremely different than the two previous ones I wrote. This deals with a much heavier set of events than my crack fics, as seen by the tags.

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15698289

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Seven seconds. Seven seconds are all it takes. Whether someone falls in love. Falls out of love. Gets their hearts broken, or gets their heart mended. Or something much worse. Whether someone lives or dies.

Remy didn’t like the idea of seven seconds. To him, seven seconds was way too fast. A lot could happen in seven seconds, a lot of good.... or a lot of bad. Remy had the unfortunate luck of having something bad happen.

He supposed it was a punishment. After all, he seems to fail at everything he does, anyway. At least, that’s what his superior, Lenny, said. The bulky, balding African American glowered at him every time the younger Guardian Angel passed by.

He was really excited about getting his first Charge. The rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins when he got called into his Role. The look of disapproval on Lenny’s face as he got ready for the Ceremony. Remy ignored the look on the Superior’s face. He wasn’t concerned about it. He’d trained hard since day one.

His charge was a little girl named Claire. She had light blond hair and the most beautiful green eyes. Favorite color: yellow. Favorite flower: dandelion. At six years old, she had that genuine curiosity that made others mad. Always asking questions.

The first time Claire got hurt on Remy’s watch, she was seven and a half, and one of her friends pushed her off the slide. He wasn’t paying attention, too busy drinking coffee to realize what happened. She got two scrapes and a bruise on her kneecaps. She cried for three days afterward.

Even though it was a mildly dumb thing, Remy got chewed out. Lenny insisted that Remy be taken off of Guard duty immediately, but one of the senior members argued against it. They said that he’d done good over the year and a half. Lenny consented, but he warned the young angel to be careful next time; or he would pull him off.

Remy vowed to never let Claire be hurt again. He loved Starbucks, but he loved his job more. He spent the next six weeks paying special attention to how Claire interacted with her parents and how to mend bruises. He got better, now that he was paying more attention.

Remy remembers this first time with tears running from his dark blue eyes, much like the waterfalls connected to the ocean. He’d been a Guardian for ten years. Over those ten years, he’d learned a lot from his superiors and from Claire and her family.

Claire loved to sing. She joined choir as soon as she possibly could. She soloed in two songs in second grade. She made three friends, all of which would go on to support her everywhere. Claire was a people person, the one who would light up the room just by walking in with a smile.

Sixteen was a trying time. It was the middle of the teenage years, where boys were introduced into the mix. She was just sixteen, and putting herself out there already.

She was introduced to a boy by the name of Andrew. He was a gangly boy, with the messiest black hair one could imagine. Remy kept his black hair slightly messy, but in a cool and collected manner. Andrew had the coldest blue eyes Remy has ever seen.

He immediately disliked the boy. He got a bad vibe as soon as Andrew sauntered into the room. Remy found it was his mission to get Andrew and her to break up. They were only dating for two weeks, it’s shouldn’t be too difficult.

Remy shuddered, feeling cold in the crisp weather of Autumn. His leather jacket that he loved so much did nothing to warm him. Sure, he didn’t really need to feel human things, but he would For today. It was the least he could do.

Claire introduced Andrew to her parents about a month into their relationship. Her parents loved him, of course they would. Her friends were iffy about him. Her three childhood friends, Christopher, Bethany, and Lindsay, could care less about him, in fact. Lindsay expressed her distaste in Claire’s boyfriend almost as soon as Remy had.

He wished he had done something sooner. As a Guardian Angel, you couldn’t interfere very often. No, mostly you just sat back and watched. You watched... as your world crumbled around you and fell. Crashing down to the earth, to shatter into dust.

Six months into the relationship, Andrew changed from sweet to demanding. He would text her at least thirty times a day, demanding to know where she was at all times.

Remy shuddered, not wanting to think about him. About the way that he started making sure that she was supervised all the time. That she was only going where she was ‘supposed to be going.’

That sounded stupid to him. ‘Supposed to be going?’ What the hell, Andrew? Are you that sad of a human being that you can’t trust your girlfriend of six months, who loves you very much, to do anything?

Claire was a very sweet girl. She always made time for everyone, no matter what the request. For example, her friend Christopher took their little clique to his church when they hit eighth grade. Her family wasn’t big on religion, so naturally they didn’t go to church or participate in anything. She ended up getting all of her close friends and family baptized within two years, including herself. Claire participated the most and fundraisers organized by the church. The church was called ‘Fellowship of the Temple.’ Remy found it very cliché at the time.

Remy dried his tears. He knew he messed up again. He knew it was soon as she was carted into the hospital on April 9, 2021 at 9:30 in the evening. Claire was hanging out with Andrew, and things were going well. Remy still had suspicions, but he hadn’t done anything too terrible, yet.

He made the mistake of getting distracted. By what, he didn’t know. Maybe it was the fact that he was drinking from his Starbucks cup. Or maybe the TV was on, or his back was turned. Maybe it was all three; it didn’t matter now. All that matters is that he wasn’t paying attention like he was supposed to be.

They were arguing. Of course they were arguing. It’s been getting more frequent lately. Andrew tried to argue at least three times within the last week. It usually went with him asking if she was talking to any guys. She would say, apart from you and Chris, no.

Remy guessed that this day, Andrew had had enough. He ordered Claire to stop talking to any and all boys other than him. This included Christopher, the friend she’s had since second grade. Claire had refused, getting fairly upset at Andrew saying this. And Remy had agreed. It wasn’t Andrew’s place to say this sort of thing.

Andrew just kept getting madder. But he usually did, maybe screaming for a few minutes until either calming down or getting his way. Remy, while not having heard this exact conversation before, had heard an argument kinda like this one they were having now. So he ignored it, getting distracted. Big mistake.

The sharp thwack followed by a heavy thud made Remy freeze. He whirled around- since when was he facing the opposite direction?- and his eyes widened in the horror. Andrew held something in his hand- a bat. That said bat was leaning up against the couch they were sitting on earlier. Remy dashed forward, all concern on Claire.

She was sprawled across the wood floor, unconscious. She was bleeding on the side of her head, caused by the bat. Why was there even a bat in the house? Did he go out and buy one? Did Andrew have this planned from the beginning to knock her out?

No, of course not, Remy was being ridiculous. Andrew was on the baseball team. That’s why he had the bat. Be logical, Remy.

The screech he made was unholy. Nobody could hear him, but he still did it. He was suddenly thrown back to when Claire was seven and a half. Oh, how Remy wished it was only for something stupid like her falling off of a slide. A simple push. Nothing as severe and tragic as this.

He watched as Andrew looked down at her unmoving body, laying on the floor like a ragdoll. The anger bubbled up inside him exponentially, suddenly bursting forth in an angry sea of red. He roared in anger, sadness, and grief, mixed with a bit of fear, too. How many times would he fail as her Guardian Angel?

His wails of agony shattered the glass in the front window. The boy flinched, and he turned around. Andrew’s eyes widened when he saw the window. Remy ignored him, crouching down beside Claire and shushing her softly, even though she couldn’t hear him. A knock on the door sounded pretty soon after- maybe it was soon?- and Andrew was lead out in handcuffs.

She was rushed to the hospital by a neighbor and another police officer. Remy didn’t leave her side the whole time. Helen and Robert Callihan were called, her parents. They were crying, angry and broken. He hovered next to her shoulder, trying to send positive waves of energy through the air, knowing it wouldn’t be received.

Two days later, she woke up. Remy was exhausted. He was fighting tooth and limb for her, just as she was, for her to stay alive.

Her three friends were there, as well as her parents, when she woke up. They all cried and laughed, saying that a Guardian Angel was watching out for her.

Remy felt shame burn in his gut. He’d never actually been a hands-on Guardian. Maybe if he was, this wouldn’t have happened. If he’d just intervened more.

Two weeks later, Claire was out of the hospital. She looked dead tired. Andrew had threatened her with death if she told her parents what had happened, which made Remy seethe. He didn’t spend too long in jail, which just made matters worse. But he couldn’t do anything to harm her anymore. She was safe.

She wanted some alone time away from her parents and her friends: Lindsay, Christopher, and Bethany. She told everyone goodbye, that she loved them. He grew uneasy while he watched her hug her parents goodbye. She then got into her car, drove to the bridge, and got out. Remy followed her, curious and unsure where she was going.

She sat down on the edge of the bridge, sighing. She looked up into the evening sky, watching the sun’s beams reflect over the water. There was a content look on her face, one that she hadn’t had for a while. Her face would always crease with agitation around Andrew, but now she was wrinkle-free.

Rather than watch the waves, Remy watched Claire. Her light blonde hair flowed ever-so-perfectly in the breeze, and her green eyes that Remy loved to see so much glittered with a deep-set happiness. Then she opened her mouth.

She asked about Guardian Angels. If she had one or not, and why did it seem like he didn’t care for her?

Remy’s heart ached. Of course he cared for her. He cared for her a lot more than he ever thought possible. He’d grown attached to his Charge. When that happened, he didn’t know.

Claire had smiled, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. She said that she didn’t hold it against him, that he was surely busy with other people and other things. Remy felt his heart start to shatter just a little bit more. He had failed her, and she knew it, too.

She thanked him then, startling him. She thanked him for keeping her safe for the majority of her life, and for fighting for her in the hospital room.

Remy thanked her for fighting to stay alive as well, heart now heavy. He knew what was coming. Claire stood up on the edge of the bridge. She stood there for a few minutes, as if waiting for something.

In those few precious moments before the world ended, before his world ended, Remy thanked her. He thanked her for opening his eyes to a whole new world. He thanked her for all the laughs, the tears, the songs. He wished her luck on her new adventure.

Claire fell, as beautifully as she did in her normal life. The wind whipped her hair, framing the look of utter peace on her face as she hit the calm waves down below. A splash, followed by silence a few minutes later.

Remy leaned against the back of the bridge, looking out over the waves. Claire would be safe now. Safe from Andrew. Safe from Remy.

He couldn’t fail her anymore.

@melancholykazoo @why-things-go-boom @depressivedegenerate @patton-croc-agenda @keithstopno @the-closet-1

#remy #ss remy #I didn't tag a lot of people #bc of the tags #but here we go #that transition from cringe to angst happened really fast #Seven Seconds #my fic #angst fic

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noramoya · 6 years

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PART THREE.

“SO THIS IS WHAT IT IS !

Corey Feldman didn’t remember it then, but realizes it now that it was the police who raised the name of Jon Grissom and that it was this pedophile who shared with them his valuable views on Corey’s friendship with Michael Jackson.

And surely his story wasn’t anything favorable to Michael. Sergeant Deborah Linden misinterpreted Corey’s silence imagining that she “hit a sore point” and laughed, as if thinking that she caught him off his guard and now Corey would not be able to deny anything.

And she was so engrossed in her own preconceptions about Jackson that she didn’t even realize that it was totally abnormal for a teenager’s assistant to be “jealous” of him, and that all the questions she was asking about MJ should have been asked about Grissom instead.

What was the reaction of Sgt. Deborah Linden when she heard that Corey was only fifteen at the time Grissom molested him?

She said: “We are not asking you to tell us about it”.

And why wasn’t she asking?

The obvious answer to that is not what you thought (that she wanted to spare Corey’s feelings) – nothing of the kind. There was no sympathy for Corey and his sore wounds. They continued to relentlessly grill him over Jackson and even after making the unpleasant discovery about Grissom Sgt. Deborah Linden simply laughed the matter off. So the reason they didn’t ask is because they didn’t want to hear it as they were on the hunt for Michael Jackson only.

However if the police had asked Corey they would have learned some very interesting details – for example, about the circumstances under which the boy turned to Michael Jackson for help.

By that moment he had already known Michael for a long time, but he grew much closer to him when his life became totally unbearable. This moment was again incorrectly interpreted by Sgt. Deborah Linden as the time when “Michael Jackson started paying a lot of attention to Corey” meaning something sinister, while in fact it was the time when Corey was saved from further abuse.

Corey Feldman describes the moment in his book “Coreyography”:

It got so bad that after fleeing Ron’s clutches one night only to have another adult male friend attempt to molest him right after, he escaped to the only safe and friendly place he knew.

“I was shattered, disgusted, devastated. I needed some normalcy in my life. So, I called Michael Jackson,” he writes. “Michael Jackson’s world, crazy as it sounds, had become my happy place. Being with Michael brought me back to my innocence. When I was with Michael, it was like being 10 years old again.”

https://nypost.com/2013/10/19/the-childhood-hell-of-the-lost-boys/

Ron Crimson is a pseudonym used in the book for Jon Grissom. Now it becomes clear why Grissom was “angry” and “jealous” of Michael Jackson. Corey had just broken free from the people who were abusing him for months and escaped to the only safe place he knew. However Grissom’s twisted mind allowed for only one interpretation of Corey’s flee to Michael Jackson – that the boy preferred a new man to his previous (boy)lover, and hence the feeling of “jealousy” towards him.

And this once again explains the mindset of pedophiles who circled around Michael spreading stick stories about him. It is just an umpteenth reminder of the fact that these stories reflected their own assumptions about MJ and their own ideas of a friendship with a teenager.

I’ve always thought that what they did to children was assumed by them about Michael Jackson and this is what it really was – they attributed their own motives and sexual interests to a man who didn’t have them. They couldn’t even imagine that Corey’s association with Michael Jackson was a simple friendship with no sexual element to it. They themselves knew no such thing.

And it was in this sick manner that these people shared their views about MJ with the police. In one more clip of Corey Feldman’s tape, earlier aired by Celebrity Justice, there is a very specific episode where Detective Russell Birchim tries to impose on Corey Feldman what is essentially a pedophile’s way of thinking. He keeps telling them “Nothing happened” and they keep replying “You simply don’t understand”.

By the way if this was how the police talked to all other alleged victims, it is no wonder that Jason Francia, for example, finally gave in. He was pressed by the police so hard that at some point wanted “to strike them with something heavy on the head”. However after several interviews like that he did manage to recall three cases of “tickling”. It was nothing much, but still a tiny allegation to support their Jordan Chandler flimsy case against Michael Jackson.

Here is the way the police shook Corey Feldman for the information they wanted:

Corey: “Nothing ever happened with Michael.”

Sgt. Deborah Linden: “What concerns me about it is that if there is something happening, if something did happen that you’re not telling us, is that you wouldn’t because of that.”

Corey: “No. I can’t put myself in the position of thinking “Would I or wouldn’t I?” because nothing happened!”

Detective Birchim: “We hear a lot of stuff about how Michael would never hurt any children. Of course he wouldn’t. He loves kids, he’s not gonna hurt them…not physically. I don’t think if Michael’s molesting kids, he’s doing it because he wants to hurt them. He’s doing it because he loves them.”

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quotable-ishtar · 7 years

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Ryou has always been intrigued by Marik and wouldn't mind getting lost in his eyes. But something about them was…off. As though the life were missing from them.

Here it is, folks! The one I was talking about earlier. It was actually a rewrite of an earlier drabble and I don’t know, I guess I just don’t want to do my paper. Anyways, enjoy!

Ryou has always been intrigued by Marik.

Ever since he first set foot on Domino, Marik Ishtar had stuck out like a sore thumb. After all, in a sea of monotonous black and white, Marik’s fair locks and tanned skin will truly draw ones eye. Considered an exotic sight in good, old Domino, he was treated as a shining beacon of excitement in the citizens’ mind-numbing routines. Fortunately for them, Marik rarely disappoints. Always causing a racket wherever he goes, Marik can be called the poster child of everything Ryou was raised against. Sleeping in class, loitering during periods, sassing the teachers- everything you can imagine a student may pull off after being branded a delinquent, Marik has probably done them all. Add this to his aforementioned good looks; the people of Domino are all crazy over him. The girls constantly vying for his attention, the boys regularly asking for his help, and the adults perpetually trying to mend his ways.

However, that’s not why Ryou found herself invested in this specific transfer student.

His eyes were the shade of the sky, the most brilliant blue. The sort of blue that you want to wake up to, to open your eyes and see them staring at you. The kind that can soothe your soul no matter how shattered and tormented it is. The type that can make you forget all your sorrows and promise you a better tomorrow. That’s what his eyes are like. Calm like the sleeping ocean and serene like the endless sky.

But something about them was… off.

In order to satiate her curiosity about these foreigners, Ryou began to watch them closely. She took note of their routines, of what they like, and of what they hate. She discovered where they live along with the fact that Ishizu likes to tend to their garden around three in the afternoon. She also found out that Marik actually owns his own vehicle, a flaming red motorcycle that he lovingly branded Lady Death. But most of all, she finally learns just what is it about Marik’s eyes that unnerves her. Unlike his sister, Ishizu, whose eyes shone with a certain calculating glint whenever a graceful smile lights up her usual stoic face, Marik’s eyes are as deep as the voids.

As though life itself was sucked out of them.

Ryou figured that it may be because he was just feeling miserable due to being forced to come here. She found out about this during one of her walks, where she witnessed the two Ishtars discussing the whys of their sudden relocation to Domino; however, Ryou still clings to a dim hope that Marik will soon grow to like Domino as much as he likes his old hometown. And maybe, just maybe, he can find it in himself to like someone from here too. Of course she means herself but--- Ryou will eternally deny such accusation. Nevertheless, as the seasons changed and the flowers she has planted that day she first laid her eyes on Marik had bloomed and wilted, Ryou noticed that no matter what happens,

Marik’s eyes remain as dead as ever.

No matter the occasion, be it a feast in his honor or a time of mourning for the entire city, Marik’s blue eyes can’t seem to let go of its perpetually vacant gaze. For days Ryou tried so hard to see even just a glimpse of the sentiments hidden within the dark void of Marik’s stare but no matter how hard she tried, they just can’t seem to feel anything. At first, worry filled her very being. What could have possibly happened to him to cause this? Figuring that no matter how much she paced her apartment’s already worn carpet, nothing can be done about it- or at least nothing she can do. But Ryou is a stubborn girl who always perseveres to help her friends. And thus, when a sudden stroke of genius overcame her, she immediately placed her plan into action.

Domino, despite being called a city by its residents, can be best likened to a sleepy rural town. The only redeeming feature of the city is the enormous Kaiba Tower located at its very heart and the park that is a ways away from the city proper. The park is located on top of Domino Hill where one can enjoy the panoramic view of the city. Unfortunately, most locals tend to shy away from the place due to the various rumors that surrounds it. Thus, the maintenance of the park was kept into a bare minimum; just enough to keep the place clean for its occasional visitors.

‘Right on time.’

There among the foliage comes out the elusive Marik Ishtar. One would have thought that with all the attention he gets from the locals, he would be milking it for all its worth. But, as Ryou grew to find out, Marik prefers to be alone and enjoy the world in all his solitude. It was pure luck that she managed to find out about Marik’s secret strolls here. It happened one autumn afternoon where the weather was just right for a walk. Instead of walking by her usual route, Ryou felt like getting lost for a while and followed the downtrodden road leading to the forgotten park.

That’s when she first saw him.

Marik Ishtar: the boy that everyone keeps on talking about. When she first heard the rumors, she envisioned him to be somewhat of a gangster. Someone who wears huge amount of leather and keeps their hair spiked up to the heavens while wearing thick lines of eyeliner. That’s why when she was him, she has to take a moment to do a double take and convince herself that it is the enigmatic transfer student of class 2 – C.

Clad in a simple mauve hoodie and faded black pants, Marik looks more like a model.

If anything, he looked like a simple teenager just like her. Only prettier. Even with his jewelry that shines when the sun’s fading rays hits them just right, Ryou still thinks that Marik isn’t so different from herself. Both considered outcasts by the people of Domino- Ryou’s heart leaped for the boy. Ever since that fated day, Ryou never missed a chance to walk a little farther from her house if it means getting a glimpse of him in the park. It was always on the same time; always 10 minutes before the sunset. It’s a constant that gives Ryou something to look forward to each day. A secret moment just for the two of them.

‘Hello, Marik…’

He sent her a quizzical look before frowning. Perhaps wondering where the pale girl came from all of the sudden. Regardless, he simply inclined his head a little before going back to staring at the horizon, desperately trying to shake off the awkward feeling he got the moment he noticed the girl. Unbeknownst to him, this made her smile a little and inched just a little closer and closer and closer until there’s barely any space between them. Whether he minded the sudden intrusion to his private space or not, Ryou wouldn’t know; she was too busy taking care of the boy’s unconscious body.

Ryou has always been fascinated by Marik.

Ever since he first set foot on Domino, Marik Ishtar had stuck out like a sore thumb. With his blond hair, tanned skin, and blue eyes, only a blind person can deny the boy’s allure. Add that to his natural charisma and you practically have a god in your hands. Surprisingly, or maybe not if you already know her, that is not what lured Ryou Bakura in into the enigma that is Marik Ishtar.

It was his eyes.

His eyes that were the color of the bottomless sea and the endless sky. His eyes that contain all the secrets the universe has to offer. His eyes that remains eternally dead to the world. It was because of them. They are what pulled her in. The reason she can never escape Marik’s gaze. It is the reason why she is losing sleep every single night, unable to think of anything else, and most all, driving herself mad. The moment she saw them she vowed that she’ll help him; that no matter what happens, they’ll get his emotions back his eyes. All so that he no longer has to stare vacantly into people and wonder just what it’s like to be them- to be human.

But sometimes, things have to be done a certain way to accomplish them.

Ryou didn’t mean to. Not really, no. She’s been brought up by her parents to be a law-abiding citizen who fears god. A person who can be considered a role model for all that is pure and holy. Of course, Ryou wouldn’t go as far as calling herself a saint, per se. No, she just wants to point out that she’s a good person. And really, she is. She’s doing all of this to help her--- friend. Sure, Marik may be trying to stop her now but he’ll see soon enough. People are like that anyway; they always want to get things their own way. They hate letting other people help them because it hurts their pride. But it’s alright, as soon as they’re done, Marik will see that she’s right all along and he’ll be thanking her for being such a great friend. Because that’s what they are,

‘Friends…’

And now with a new found passion, she twists the knife into his eye and gleefully remarks to her struggling captive as an emotion finally seeps in. Who would have thought that a little bit of blood can cause such distress to a beautiful human being? A laugh bubbles up her throat as a strange euphoria fills Ryou while she straddles the thrashing Marik underneath her and sinks her knife deeper into his eyes, disregarding his muffled screams and oh so delicious cries and focusing more on receiving as much emotion from his eyes as possible.

‘It’s alright though, this is all worth it,’ she thought as she twists the knife even more so, causing blood to freely run down on his gorgeous face once more, all the while ignoring his hysterical screams. She’s always been fascinated by the occult anyway. ‘And besides,’ she continued with a dreamy sigh as she stared lovingly at his now abused eye.

Purple has always been his color.

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whoiseddjones · 7 years

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Labyrinth is the story of a girl coping with sexual abuse

A cursory look around the internet shows that I’m not the first person to spin this theory, however I can’t seem to find others that make character connections (Jareth/Jeremy). This is a bit long, so read on at your own leisure.

Let’s begin before Labyrinth. An actress named Linda Williams and her husband Robert have a daughter named Sarah, the protagonist of the film. Sarah grows up being fascinated with her mother’s fantastical life as an actress.

Around when Sarah is 10 years old, Linda has an affair with a fellow actor who goes by the name of Jeremy. and it causes a rift in their relationship. The eventually divorce, with Linda leaving Robert for Jeremy, and Robert eventually meeting and marrying another woman named Irene. All of this is corroborated by the novelization of the film, with dates being extrapolated by various internet wikis.

Here is where I begin inferring details… it’s entirely possible that during the affair, Jeremy found an odd attraction to Sarah, and in a moment of privacy, molests her (possibly using something to sedate Sarah so she will not tell anyone). The memory of this incident is foggy to Sarah, seeming almost dreamlike, and she relays this ‘dream’ to her parents, possibly mentioning Jeremy’s name.

Robert, having already suspected an affair between Jeremy and Linda, confronts his wife about this. Linda is outed as having cheated on Robert, but also possibly having compromised their daughter’s safety. Linda refuses to believe Jeremy would ever do such a thing, and ultimately leaves Robert for Jeremy. Sarah gets to see her on occasion, but due to her mother’s schedule and Robert’s unwillingness to allow Sarah around Jeremy, it is rare. Robert meets Irene, they marry, and have a child named Toby.

The film begins about 6-8 months after Toby is born. Sarah has all but forgotten about what happened to her, but it still affects her subconsciously. She retreats into fantasy novels and toys as a means of coping with her latent trauma. We open with her practicing a monologue in the park, suddenly remembering she must rush home to babysit her step-brother Toby, for whom she has a disdain that she can’t quite justify. Upon coming home, Sarah has a quick squabble with her stepmother, Irene, who expresses concerns that Sarah never seems to be interested in boys, or go on dates (further inferring she has withdrawn a bit in her teenage years and become a loner, not uncommon for a person who would have little reason to trust strangers).

Later in Sarah’s room, we see her collection of stuffed animals and toys, which (for those who have seen the movie) we recognize as the characters she will meet later in the film. Most importantly, we also see a photo of her mother wedged into the edge of her vanity mirror. Posing with her mother in this photo is Jeremy, who is depicted by, you guessed it, David Bowie. (Noticing this for the first time is actually what made me begin thinking about this)

The movie begins as we know it... her parents depart for their date, she is left alone with Toby, wishes for a charafcter from one of her books, the Goblin King Jareth, to take him away. Sarah crosses the threshold into her dream world, and Jareth appears to her, taking the form of a doll she has in her room with the face of Jeremy, her abuser.

She begins a heroine’s journey through the labyrinth, with characters she finds comfort in emerging from her subconscious to help her face her trauma once and for all.

Jareth confronts her several times throughout the movie, goading her the whole time. Yet, he seems to hold an odd interest in her, almost a romantic one, even though their age differences seem to be vast. She relives her trauma as Jareth drugs her (“As the World Falls Down”), resulting in a dreamlike sequence where they are together which ultimately culminates in her panicking as a room full of patrons laughs in a ridiculing manner at her predicament (possibly reflecting her mother’s refusal to believe Sarah’s claims).

Ultimately, Sarah finds her way through the Labyrinth, faces and overcomes numerous challenges and finds herself in an M.C. Escher-esque maze, trying to get to Toby. She has reached the deepest recesses of her confused mind and is actively seeking her misplaced aggression to put it to rest. Finally seeing Toby, she takes a leap of faith, but does not reach Toby (after all… the film is not about her finding Toby, it is about her finding herself). She falls, and comes face to face with her abuser, Jareth/Jeremy himself one last time.

Jareth begins to lambaste Sarah for being thankless for all the things he’s done for her. His language is not unlike most abusers, pointing out all the kind things he’s done when his number of transgressions far outweigh his generous acts. He also throws out confusing dissonant statements (“Just let me rule you and you can have everything that you want… Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.”)

At this point Sarah recites the lines from her novel, as seen in the beginning of the film, and finally realizes what she has been searching for. She has known the feeling and the words all along, and she speaks aloud the words she needs to hear herself.

“You have no power over me.”

With this, Sarah is able to realize that what happened to her was not her fault. She is able to grow as a person and put the past behind her. The world she has imagined shatters around her and she finds herself back in the comfort of her bedroom.

Immediately, she checks on Toby, the outlet of her aggression, and surprisingly gives him a loving caress, even sharing the toys she had been so unwilling to earlier in the film. She has let go of her anger and no longer needs this misplaced aggression. She has faced her past, and she has won.

Her parents return after Sarah’s breakthrough, and she is in much better spirits. In the last scene of the film she sees the imaginary friends that have helped her through this, and she tells them “Every now and again in my life, for no reason at all, I need you. All of you.” Upon saying this, her room is filled with various characters from her dream, including ones who seemed to be opposing her throughout the whole movie. My idea here is that these characters are all celebrating because they were never actually opposing her, they were merely performing, creating a vignette in which Sarah could face what she had to, and let go of the past.

TL;DR - Sarah was molested by her mother’s boyfriend. The film is her projecting the event into a context where she could learn to cope with it and stop blaming herself.

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