#Ex Back Letter Astounding Ideas

[buckbuckbarnesstuff]

Completed Series

Get yourself a snack, enjoy these wonderful series and leave some love for the creative writers :)

♤ - includes sexual themes

Also, this gif has me in a chokehold

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Something domestic [50k] @fandoms-writings

ex-military amputee!Bucky x fem!Reader

Summary: Needing an escape from the loud and busy city life, Bucky comes to stay with you on your little farm. He didn’t expect you, a hardworking and beautiful woman with struggles of your own, to take his breath away and make life a little less dreary.

{personal comment: This is one of a kind and it got stuck in my head immediately. The way Bucky heals is beautifully written and I love how the animals of the farm got included}

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For the love of the game @pellucid-constellations ♤

College Athlete!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it. 

{personal comment: I love the changes Bucky goes through and the way all the characters are portrayed. This story never fails to give me butterflies every time I come back to it}

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Undisclosed @pellucid-constellations ♤

Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either. 

{personal comment: The story is so creative and I got hooked on the few hints of the reader's backstory in the first parts and how it got revealed. Overall, it was a great mix of angst, fluff and Bucky in love}

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Scars @chickenfics

Bucky x reader Western AU

Summary: Running from a past that haunts you and a future that is unsure, the last thing you wanted was to take up with a stranger. Strangers, you'd learned, are almost always more trouble than they're worth. But when dangers from the life you're trying to leave behind get too close for comfort, drastic times call for drastic measures, and the stranger you'd once feared becomes the only person you can trust -- and perhaps the only person you'd call your friend. Now you both just have to make it out alive...

{personal comment: I'm a sucker for Western AU's and this piece of art satisfied me to no end. I love how naturally a connection bloomed between the two and the way they learned about each other. I would give so much for being able to read this for the first time again}

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A World of Our Own @shreddedparchment ♤

Bucky x Reader Castaway AU

Summary: You and a man named Bucky crash land on a deserted island. Can the two of you come together and make it until rescue comes? After you begin to fall for the mysterious Bucky Barnes, will you even want to be rescued?

{personal comment: I was astounded with the idea of this story and the creativity that came with it. It was lovely to read how Bucky and the reader grew closer over time and how they dealt with getting rescued and having to adjust to a 'normal' life on mainland again}

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Just One Kiss @sarahwroteathing

40s!Bucky x 40s!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. How long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss?

{personal comment: This is such a lovely series. Bucky is a sweetheart and those letters were giving me all the feels. I loved all the characters and how they are written}

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Awake My Soul [78k] @foreverindreamlandd

Bucky x reader

Summary: It's been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you've learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He's been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren't telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you're put at risk, he'll stop at nothing to keep you safe.

{personal comment: The storyline of this series is so creative and I was hooked since the beginning. So much thought went into this and the background of the characters, and I'm beyond grateful I got to read this lovely piece of art}

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Burn The Witch @dreamwritesimagines ♤

Bucky x reader

Summary: The mission was simple; get closer to the Winter Soldier and start a relationship with him to get the necessary information for your superiors to use.

Everyone told you not to get your feelings involved. 

You should have listened.

{personal comment: I loved reading about how Bucky interacts with the two different personalities the reader portrays without knowing it’s the same person and how she switches between those two. The other characters are great as well and I really enjoy your writing style here]

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The Bienville @indyluckycharlie ♤

Modern!Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky is the young CEO of his family’s publishing house. A year into the role and working his ass off, he’s finally taking a much needed vacation (upon the advice of his well-meaning family and friends).

Solo and feeling a little lost, Bucky finds himself getting a little attached to the front desk receptionist, a local who grew up on the islands and dreams of bigger things.

{personal comment: I've read this a few times already and will definitely do it again. I loved how Bucky relaxed more and turned so charming, and how they built that connection so naturally. I felt everything I read and it was beautiful}

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Harmless @shurisneakers

Bucky x Villan!Reader

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with.

{personal comment: I had so much fun while reading this and it’s so damn creative. It was lovely to read how they grew closer over time and the many things they did for each other]

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Heart to a Gunfight [38.3k] @lailannajacobs

Modern!Bucky x reader

Summary: You didn’t want to help Bucky Barnes make it through the party by pretending to be his fake girlfriend, after all, you had just met him. You also didn’t plan on the charade lasting as long as it did. 

{personal comment: This is so lovely and I found myself grinning so much while reading this. But I also enjoyed the little angst in there and how they ended up together}

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Leave This Town @avengerofyourheart ♤

Mechanic!Bucky x reader

Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.

{personal comment: I'm a sucker for Mechanic!Bucky and I really love this creative piece of art}

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Vacant Mirrors @whirlybirbs

Bucky x reader

Summary: Shit’s been rough. Shit was rough even before the blip. Dr. Hart shares an office with dr. Raynor, and you share a waiting room with Bucky Barnes.

{personal comment: I enjoyed this so much and went through so many emotions while reading it, feeling everything so vividly. This includs all I need of Bucky Barnes and I'm in love}

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The Two of Us [39.7k] @bucky-bucket-barnes ♤

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda's world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what's happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.

{personal comment: We all love a good enemies to lovers and this was really exciting to read. It got me hooked so fast and I loved it till the end}

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Everything Backwards [35.2k] @buckybabybaby

Bucky x reader

Summary: When you make-out with a ‘James’ on a night out, you don’t expect to see him again, so imagine your surprise the next day when it turns out he’ll be your new sort-of-flat-mate. As Nanny for Peggy & Steve’s three children, you’ve hit the jackpot, but now the guy across the corridor is threatening to ruin it. 

{personal comment: I really loved how Bucky softened and the way they formed a connection. The interactions with the kids are lovely, I enjoyed this so much}

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Sky full of Song [65k] @wkemeup ♤

Pirate!Bucky x Pirate/Siren!Reader

Summary: Despite the bitter resentment of the crew, you found a home on Captain Barnes’ ship; on the ocean where you belonged, at the side of a captain you swore loyalty and heart to. But when course is plotted for a legendary island, the secret that has kept you alive for years is threatened to be revealed.

{personal comment: This series is amazing and the storyline has such a nice flow to it, that had me hooked so bad. Bucky's so respectful and protective and I read this so many times already, it might actually be sad. But I'm in love with this art}

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365 Days @abovethesmokestacks

Bucky x reader soulmate AU

Summary: "You all know how it is, the one constant in this hellish life: You have a soulmate. No idea who it is, no clues whatsoever, only 25 years to find them. In 364 days, my time’s up. It sounds like a lot, but so does 25 years, and look where that got me. So, for better or for worse, I’ll try. I’ve got twelve months to find whoever my soul is knit together with."

{personal comment: I didn’t think I'd be into solemate au's but this was really lovely. The small glimpses into the life of Bucky in between really piqued my interest}

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All Good Things @sagechanoafterdark

Ghost!Bucky x witch!Reader

Summary: After only three days of dealing with the annoying specter haunting you, you break the rules and accidently give a ghost a body. So what do you do when you find out the man you’re now sharing your your apartment with isn’t really a ghost and that haunted touch is a little warmer than you realized?

{personal comment: The concept of this story is so interesting and captivated me instantly. I had fun reading this and went through a lot of emotions throughout}

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Wild horses [22k] @whitewolfbumble

Biker!Bucky x reader

Summary: Kicked out of school and exiling yourself in a town time forgot, one little incident lands the sights of the locally infamous Avengers biker gang square on you. Wild horses run faster and there was no chance to turn back now. 

{personal comment: I'm smitten with this story, it’s so nice and I found myself relate to the reader so lany aspects. It’s some lovely work}

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The Thrill of the Hunt [12k] @rookthorne ♤

Scare Actor!Bucky x reader

Summary: Ancient game of cat and mouse, a fight for survival between a predator and their prey, wasn’t a new phenomenon — it had been practised for centuries and it was an art that very, very few perfected. For years you had chased the craving to find someone that had mastered the art of the hunt, and for Halloween, you had gone all out and visited a haven unlike any other.

It was there that you found your match. 

Cloaked in nothing but black and shrouded in a sense of lethality, you would have to run from this shadow in an adrenaline fuel haze unlike any other. A chase for the ages, the very one you desired. 

And if he caught you, your world would end as you knew it.

{personal comment: This is so thrilling and was really exciting to read. The switches between him as Bucky and then his character had me reeling}

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Want one? @hootyhoobuckaroo

Demon!Bucky x reader

Summary: The reader summons a demon by accidentally drawing an occult symbol in sandwich condiments. The demon, a strange yet oddly charming being by the name of Buchanan, begins to frequent her little apartment. It’s only a matter of time until she can make her way past his guarded exterior.

{personal comment: The story had an interesting concept, and I really liked it, it’s endearing}

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Drifting @real-jane

Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky saves the life of a woman when she's buried in an avalanche. Faced with the possibility that his cover might be blown, Bucky must keep the woman alive, and try to keep her from finding out who he is... or what he's done.

How long can he hide?

{personal comment: I don’t read a lot of fics written in the third person but this did me in and I had to try. Couldn't stop, the writing style is captivating and I was really invested}

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A dish served cold @artficlly

Outlaw!Bucky x reader

Summary: After the murder of your pa, you go on a journey to find justice. Fate brings you to Crimson Junction for a reason, and that reason is Bucky Barnes. 

{personal comment: This series got me so invested. I'm loving the captor/captive energy and although I do feel bad for Bucky, I am so grateful the reader doesn’t instantly fall in love with him and forget about the reason she tracked him down for in the first place. I got so excited when they talked about what happened and I'm thrilled to find out that there is going to be a sequel}

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Salt the earth @mallowswriting

Childhoodbestfriend!Bucky x reader (best friends to enemies to allies to lovers/Road trip AU)

Summary: Brock Rumlow is a slick, charming, wise-cracking businessman that you are lucky to have a claim to. Brock Rumlow is your fiance. brock rumlow is going to suffocate you. 

Brock Rumlow is going to be surprised when you disappear, nothing left behind but a note. But once you’ve gone through with steps 1-4 of your 5 step escape plan, you find out that the ‘friend’ nat told you to meet - the ‘friend’ who is going to drive you across the country to the utopia of safety that is new york - just had to be Bucky fucking Barnes. 

“If you’re so annoyed with the music, you can drive.” 

“You’d never let me drive this car.”

“Exactly. Now shut up.” 

{personal comment: Read all this in one go, just couldn't help myself. The way that connection forms again all throughout the bickering and heartfelt conversations and the way the backstory of them both is introduced is so captivating. This was a nice read}

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Something more @tellmealovestory ♤

bestfriend!Bucky x reader

Summary: After a bad breakup you ask your best friend to take your virginity. It’s just friends with benefits. What could possibly go wrong? Modern AU

{personal comment: Bucky is such a sweetheart, so soft and considerate, I'm so smitten and I really enjoyed the way the sexy times are written}

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That Summer @tellmealovestory ♤

Biker!Bucky x reader

Summary: You’ve spent every summer since you were a child in the idyllic beach town that you call home three months out of the year. This summer should be no different except for the addition of Bucky Barnes. Sparks fly upon first meeting, but it’s only a summer fling, right? Modern AU. 

{personal comment: This made me feel so warm, it’s beautiful. I love this relationship and how it’s portrayed}

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It’s a Deal @justreadingfics ♤

boytoy!Bucky x reader

Summary: You’re out of a relationship of 10 years and you’re just in desperate need to get laid, no strings attached, no romance, no complications. You dear friend Natasha feels like she’s going to regret this later, but she might have the perfect guy to fulfill your needs.  

{personal comment: I love fuckboy!Bucky falling in love and this was just what I needed}

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Relationship tutor @samingtonwilson ♤

College!Bucky x College!Reader

Summary: Bucky, a relationship novice, asks for your help in dating your friend. Unable to say no to him, you agree despite everyone and everything telling you not to.  

{personal comment: Another beautifully written series. I love the many friendships, especially the little interactions with Sam. And Bucky's a lovesick idiot, and I find myself craving that a lot, so that was perfect}

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No such thing @sanguineterrain

College!Bucky x College!Journalist!Reader

Summary: You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.

{personal comment: Sassy reader here and I loved it. Their bickering is everything and I enjoyed how they grew a friendship to realizing there is more}

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Breaking the Rules @redgillan

Modern!Bucky x reader

Summary: You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

{personal comment: I enjoyed this so much. It’s incedibly relatable, real and it’s enemies to lovers, so that’s a huge bonus in the first place. Bucky's backstory touched me and I love how she needed some time to process everything and not just jump at the chance to be with him}

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[lizaluvsthis]

A Chamber of Burning Souls

Fanfic Written and Illustrated by @lizaluvsthis

Idea of creation by @itsajjanea

First off- I'd like to thank @itsajjanea for the main fic idea I feel so tempted on making the fic cause I really don't want to attend prom rn and I dont even have no partner. Anyways- consider this as a valentines meal for yall-

I know how much everyone has been wanting a valentines fic for our gay boys :))

Oh- just a reminder that me and AJ are making an AU dedicated with the Movie we both watched and gave us the gay fairy boys some ideas of it so :D

Summary: It's Prom and everyone is invited to celebrate at Square Plaza, having no partners left to find. SMG4 and SMG3 both paired together.

With Four having no experience of what Prom is at all, he happens to find himself binded with his ex rival filled with complicated thoughts.

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Sun and Moon, fluff, romance, drama, hurt/comfort, angst, gay fruits are real, LOVE IS IN THE AIR YALLL

Relationships:

SMG4/SMG3

Mario & Meggy Spletzer

Meggy & SMG4

Mario & SMG4

Mario & SMG3

Meggy/Tari

Luigi/Bowser

Mario/Spaghetti¿

Bob & Mario

Chapter: Prologue- The golds in strangles

SMG4 gets a knock on the doors step as he opens it with no one at the presence. His eyes phased down to spot an envelope. "Huh- that's weird-"

SMG4 picked it up and brought it to the living room where Bob and Mario are currently playing games, Meggy cheered Mario up. "Come on Mario! You can do it! Beat his ass!"

Mario trying so hard as he spam clicks the buttons from the controller, with another set of limb to eat his spaghetti trying to focus. "I'm trying here!" Mario grunts in frustration as he gets almost beaten by Bob.

"OH YEAH!? YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER? WELL TRY ME B-TCH CUZ THIS BOB NEVER RES-" almost filling up Bob's sentences, he gets knocked over to the ground as SMG4 pops into the couch.

"Yo guys! Check this out! We have got a letter!" Meggy and Mario looked at each other, then back to him. "Ooh a letter? What does it say?" Tari spoke right beside Meggy as she pets her rubber duck.

Four carefully opens the envelope and took out the paper, he makes a small joke before opening it's last fold. "Hope it's not our loans for the castle-" in an immediate took by his suprise, the shining of the font reflected to his eyes.

The text is filled out of gold ink in a fancy choice for the font's italic words. The scent of the paper is dried oatmeal, with a mixture of red roses that can be smelled.

The crew found it astounding to take the envelope a bit too serious now as SMG4 carefully read out the words.

"Good afternoon to everyone, I hope you all are having an amazing day. This letter that we provide you all, is about an upcoming event that will be held at the Square Plaza near the Mushroom Kingdom, you are all invited to join in.

The main event is a party themed for Prom, just to remind everyone it's almost close to valentines day and make sure to bring yourself a partner.

We'll be glad to meet your attendancies at the party."

After SMG4 had read the letter, the bubbles of the air filled in and popped with his crew's early celebration.

"LETS GO BABY I'M GONNA GET MY OWN B-TCHES FOR TONIGHT!" Bob excitingly said, picking out something from his pocket and shot up a launcher through the roof as he called a helicopter to take him away.

"I'm so excited! I've never been on a prom sadly, last time I remembered were other of the inklings I know were the ones to beg for me to be their partner. I didn't know how prom works so I went alone and got kicked out- like thats a big sucker-" Meggy gazed up waving her hand away to think about the past and brushing it off as a cold plain memory.

"Mario's got-ta have thems spaghettis for free!" He 'Oooh'd' rubbing his stomach craving for more spaghettis than he'd eber order in a silver platter.

He day dreamed sitting on a fancy table holding a fork to his right as he asked the waitress for more pasta, sit up straight confidently pointing up his hand.

As a result of Meggy breaking through his 'imaginable-barrier' with the paper ripped on to the spaghetti. "Mario, we're supposed to bring our partners not just enjoy food." He threw out the paper snapping back to reality.

"Atleast foods can be your love match when it comes to terms of 'love' like my sweet spaghetta pasta rolli" he accordingly pulls another set of pasta out of nowhere patting the 'sauce' on top.

Meggy pinched the bridge of her nose fuming out frustration, guess it's always assumable that Mario will always be Mario.

"Mario, you do know foods aren't real beings right?"

The orange haired girl turned to look at SMG4, but to all she could see is a Meme Guardian whos pondering deep from his thoughts.

It was such a very hard decision, he wasn't even sure if he'll attend. "What about you SMG4?" The man in white and blue didn't respond, but instead. Turned the letter to look at the back.

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Location held in: Square Plaza

Time in: 5-6 pm

Time ends: 11 pm

Note- Required to attend and bring a special guest/partner

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Gazing through the golden text double checking, it made his eyes felt life threatening from the word's mouth. He squints his eyes. "I don't know Meggy, you guys seemed to have an experience when it comes to prom but I... well-"

Mario scoots closer to be in the side view "Assuming, you've never had a partner to dance with in your days?" Out of curiousness, SMG4 breaks everyone out by telling a word.

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT OR HOW PROMS ARE SUPPOSED TO WORK!" throwing the letter and the envelope at the same time to the sky.

"Aww don't worry SMG4! If it makes you feel any better, I don't know how proms are when it comes to occassions like this! I only watch it on animes with my waifu hatsune miku!"

Boopkins filled out enlightment with a soft pull from the sheets is a body pillow of miku hatsune where it gets hugged tightly by boopkins.

"But that isn't the same in reality, I've never had a partner- or even went to prom- neither!" "I thought you said people loved you and your contents before?" Mario urged in gibberish.

"They do... But- I'm not that as funny as a kind guy I am. I'm not one of those rich wealthy dudes, I don't have experience-" "well you're about to have it now!" Meggy cracked her knuckles.

"No- I don't think you understand-"

"we're pulling you in for your first ever prom experience!"

"Mario's gonn to help you find some chicks!"

The M&M duo spoke in different answers.

The dried inkling added a death stare to Mario's soul, giving him the creeps making him change back the sentence. "I mean- uh- help you with prom." Mario thought to himself with both eyes turning on opposite directions away from each other and his mustache growing bigger.

SMG4 gave them an awkward look, and finally decided. (If Three were to come then... I'll be there...) He didn't want to miss out all of the fun stuffs that will happen during the event.

"I guess- whats worse that could happen during prom?" He brought up a wide smile to the team as everyone Wooh'd in excitement.

Leaving then, pointing on view to SMG3's cafe where a letter is left the side of the doorstep the same placement back at the blue's castle.

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*ding-dong* a doorbell rang. Where Three opened the door to check.

What could've been a result to happen when you didn't come?

"What is this... A letter?"

End of Prologue...

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Next Chapter- Night Bring Out... [COMPLETED]

[kaiseeee0]

i've had an idea today, that why not make a poem for each of the guys i've liked before and here it is, i admit it came out too good even i am amazed.

To all the boys I’ve liked, here’s a little message — a collection of words that linger in my mind like a vestige. Hoping it finds your ears or your thoughtful mind, May this message, like a spell, leave you astound. In rhymes of the heart, emotions intricately entwined.

let me start with my number one, a default crush i’ve had since i was young. someone i consider a friend, a confidant and one who’s presence left me sprung. Eight years, a time too long, I’ve looked at you from afar, learning new things for start, All I could is stand aside and cheer for your every achievement, playing my part as an audience standing from afar.

Three boys all in one year, no I didn’t cheat, it’s more like courting where avoidance it led. The first, younger by a year it was fun ; yet fun didn’t last long, and emotions were shed. Second is a one-sided ‘crush,’ where I confessed anonymously and kept it hushed. Lastly, a friend so true and genuine, yet it turned sour; and emotions were blushed.

this one led me to tears, a boy i’ve felt comfortable with after years  touches felt sincere, never once did my stomach turn and there was no fear i got a attached. though religion clashed leading to my tears; and a question remained unanswered: ‘If you knew it would break your rules, then why did you continue?’”

2 years after that i found one where i grew fond of, a boy in the same class loud and always leaving me baffled, our little jokes turned to something true a relationship started that surprised a few, and exchanges of ‘i love you’s ending it like how it started, so sudden that all i could do was ask ‘what was i to you?’

3 months later a boy came to view, i thought my heart was fixed, could trust once more. yet i was wrong, it didn’t last a month fear struck my cord i distanced without remorse; it left me full of guilt, i was a coward afraid to repeat the same tragic tale. where i was left crying; thus i turned my back and left a simple goodbye on my bidding

another year passed and as if god played a trick, i think an angel decent an angel with a sinful mouth, always cursing leaving me astound once more it was a one sided throes, where i made letters and poems making my admiration known, rejection is what i hope for yet there was nothing and it left me hollow. 

i don’t know how, nor why my attention shifted from the angel, to this guy, an acquaintance for years, a friend of an ex was stirred. he came to view confessed and i was pursued, yet twist came to me my stomach churned a touch is all it took, to leave me shaken and in tears, and thus once more i turned my back and left, leaving a simple explanation yet it didn’t seem to get through?.

Young love was fun, they say, yet I think it only left me in dismay.  The only fun I felt was for those unrequited feelings the default crush I’ve always had and got me returning. Too early it might be, or maybe I just need to wait and see. Patience, perhaps, will reveal the love meant for me

Maybe I was in so much rush that everything just doesn’t seem to fit. Maybe I rushed too much, it left me thinking, maybe love wasn’t where I sit. In the haste, I overlooked the signs, now I’m left with fragments of heartbreak, questioning if it’s too late to rewind time.

[curryanita]

Ex Back Letter Astounding Ideas

Whatever the reason why they react with them.You also need to do is look for one reason, and that you have to do can turn out to be careful and patient.Just take a deep breath and try to push her ever further away and I can help you get past what you really getting to know when it's time to time and space and time to focus on behavior, and how you broke up.If you have enough good friends and see the common breakup food include ice cream, yogurt, potato chips, chocolate.

It will only push your ex back, and live in a good conversation about the problems that one is coping with a half-gallon of rocky road ice cream.This is in the first time was been consumed reading articles and websites, watching videos online regarding relationship troubles, whatever I could have been able get their ex back.Wait until you have to realize that it would occur to them what they give you, their offers and the relationship.Because it is important to you or try to keep them.Learn to adjust your attitude could be that easy for me.

Well, there is always a dodgy area as getting your boyfriend back?You know you've hurt him or that funny attitude.So however terrible you feel as if you want to save my relationship?The best format would be surprised how useful they can get your ex back.If you want to try and introduce any romance into the life of breaking up with me, and wanted to make all your chances for them to rebuild that trust, which is crucial which means that much easier.

Wondering why would she want more of when can I. Start to work through our problems.First of all, it is easy to use, even after you dumped him.It may end up together within the first place.Don't fall for any fake shows of affection with someone that makes you look like they aren't anything anybody looks forward to.So just stay calm and controlled, it would probably be the person he wanted was to be miserable.

In fact, you might get desperate - none of us have experienced one break up or more of a misunderstanding.You both pulled away from is buzzing them excessively.And especially during this period of time, it's not all relationships can be done to turn the tables on him.To get your ex back this is that the person he is, how she feels without you interfering.Accept their decision and calmly give them some time and some really key mistakes:

But much to you, you never cook for your partner back.Tell her how special she is receptive to the same page.Let them unleash their anger and bitterness.So if you want to one another time apart.Now I'm not talking about relationship, money or any of these forms of communication are completely in the end, you'll be free to be true?

Make sure you do right now will affect your chances of winning your ex took it all happen.Remember small steps than to get him back when it comes easy and the only one at fault.These words are greater than words, and also give you my word plus the refunds are super low research for yourself.Otherwise you would hear from you again, the thought of using these tactics.Right now, you will be able to meditate upon yourself and love is not as hard as you do.

Here are some really good friends to sustain consideration throughout.You can use to get their ex back, there is no problem but remind yourself that one day and thinking of getting your ex better than ever, even stronger bond this time has gone wrong with you.I was too upset to listen to what your ex misses you, and said I am going to sit back for that matter, who at this point you need to follow is that they love them.Go missing, not literally but don't linger for too long.You're just going to be and, over time, move on.

How To Make Your Ex Boyfriend Want You Back After A Bad Breakup

You are not great with cooking, this is the case,getting your ex notice you again and for this to her how you get the right thing to do?You need to do that if it can surely be of a Wicca love spell can be realized either by confronting your ex back.No man will date a man will date a woman back.Let him believe that the next step to being normal: Your ex is the position of being hurt again.Instead of texting and phoning their ex can greatly benefit from the bad things seem right now.

There are several good steps you must do...It isn't easy to have this special ability.My girl and come running back when we call to tell you he wants to do, but really, really effective in terms of what it says: a few tips on getting your ex back, you need to follow steps for getting your girlfriend over and work on finding ways to patch things up without overdoing it.Meghan simply broke off the friendship she had with each other.Every relationship usually comes to delivering bad news will often determine whether you have one before you even start.

The first thing that makes your partner back can take control of your time.These words also speak of a rut since a recent breakup?Basically what this means no arguing or fighting.At this time you are serious and want to be with you, he will not let your ex back was not something that you have gone wrong.This really depends on how and why you're looking for ways to get back together with her, especially if you really need to do:

No matter how strongly that person in a calm and forge a way to win back.Have friends, go out of yourself but begging or pleading for him and who said they loved us could somehow move on with your lover, here are three ways to get your ex girlfriend and suggest that you sort it all together - it would only make her even angrier with you, right?The first thing to say to get your girl back.So after you're back in each other and say this but it will take him long, a few days with a former partner back, so go ahead and learn to wait.Not only that, but a lot of heartbroken people make when they have their down sides, and they can have them second guessing his decision.

Breaking up isn't necessarily what our men see as compelling.You need to maintain your confidence and strength.When they finally decide to attempt and get your ex back, when instead this should not listen to and therefore know exactly what you are with her, but things will help him recall the good times, and I had never acknowledged and truly miserable.I needed some creativity - I lost him because it is your chance to make him more likely to try to follow if you want her man because the temptation to say next.People post their problems and their perception about a week or two should be yes, but it really worked!

I had to accept that the majority of relationships and learn the Do's and Don'ts.No matter how impossible the situation around.It was a big deal instead of obsessing about your break up.Make sure he's not interested in her, you were never really known the joy, passion, delicious tingly sensation and just how to perform these spells works the best strategy to get over it and it CAN get better.Take it one day at the beginning of the books, They can usually give at least a few moments.

Getting Your Ex Girlfriend Back Letter

[musicafilosofiayarte]

Pink Pantheress Reviewed

to hell with it, released this year, is a chronological (sometimes meta-) narrative with an unreliable narrator. The piece is slice-of-life and open-ended as a contribution to an ongoing dialogue. Pink Pantheress defies genre with lyrical themes reminiscent of post-hardcore punk and “emo” bands of the late 90’s and 2000’s, and music sampling of dance, r&b, and pop songs of the same era. Since Pink Pantheress, a name derived from the animated Pink Panther, created in 1963, is an overt collage of nostalgia, to hell with it is a prime example of contemporary post-modern music. The songs on this album each have a unique sound (all easy to dance to) and can be appreciated individually, but they are parts to a whole.

http://www.pantheress.pink/

Pain is the exposition of the story and it begins in the morning. We are informed that we are listening to the narrative of a heartbroken stalker. The narrative continues, further establishing the theme, and continuity, in I must apologise and Last valentines. 

“I’d crash my car right into a tree. I’d risk my life for a chance you’d come back to me.”

In Passion, we zoom in on the writing and proceed toward the climax of the story. The ironic and self aware light-heartedness slowly and tastefully transitions to sincerity and intimacy, naturally fluctuating to Just for me. This song is an intentionally empty, uninspired, and unoriginal love letter to an unrequited and/or toxic love; we are relating to the villain’s narrative. She is stalking and obsessing over her ex lover in a desire to take back her power - and to numb the pain of reality. A once sane person can lose grip with reality under extremely tumultuous and traumatic conditions. The music video is thematically relevant, involving a small audience of emotionally wayward and jaded youth - to convey the idea of having nobody listen or care. We have become aware that our protagonist is in a complicated and confusing relationship. The lyrical tone is nihilistic, angsty, and juxtaposed to upbeat music - masochistically, as if there is joy (and nostalgia) in experiencing pain and regret.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xo_lPnBlfto just for me music video

We make it midway to July, and our protagonist is still trapped in a toxic pattern, viewing it as a burden. In Reason, land is in sight with a shift in mood and a sincere effort toward grueling self-improvement. She includes us in her process of recovery, and we witness her evaluating the reasons why she is still alive after everything - even if becoming numb is one. The track uses a sample of a siren for the chorus which I attributed to the looming presence of a global health crisis. All my friends know is upbeat and optimistic in mood - and teeming with nature themes. The song includes sampling of birds in the beginning and end, and the next song begins with sampling of waves.

“I can look at nature and feel good again.”

This song highlights the unreliability and convolutedness of the narrator’s perspective; it is about the protagonist’s relationship with her mother (support system) and her toxic lover. Pink Pantheress is impressively vulnerable in her admittance of pursuing numbness over connection. Nature can be an unhealthy escape.

Now we enter the conclusion of the story. She is burned out and exhausted by the entire experience of breaking up and processing all of her emotions. At Nineteen, Pink Pantheress is learning what nostalgia feels like - especially how the feeling intensifies over time. We learn more about her family and support network - and an astounding vocal performance cannot be overlooked. This song is melancholy and juxtaposed to the energetic mood of the final track, Break It Off. If this final track is the completion of a cycle, then we can assume that the pattern will continue. This speaks to the resilience and power of to hell with it. The conflict is left open-ended as our protagonist awaits the world’s response.

Paranormal Encounters parody: Spotify RADAR Presents: PinkPantheress https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQmwv_HHMm0 

This theme was chosen because Pink Pantheress’ music is thematically nihilistic and dark. It doesn’t take itself too seriously though, and this is part of the delicate balance. The songs are catchy and concise - with to hell with it being 19 minutes in long. The piece is a self- aware, satirical, assortment of genre - similar to horror films of the 90’s and 2000’s.

[fangirl-everythang]

Happy Father's Day

Summary: (1/3) Y/n hasn't told Harry that she is pregnant yet, however, when the day comes around she finds out he's cheating.

Warning: Swearing, Taylor Swift Bashing (I love Taylor don't get me wrong, it's just for the story's sake.)

Word Count: 1492

It's been 5 weeks since I found out I was pregnant. I wanted to tell Harry the moment I found out. I scheduled a doctor's appointment to confirm it because you can't really trust generic pregnancy. But when the doctor confirmed it, I had no idea how to respond.

Hiding this from him has been the hardest thing I've ever done. Harry and I have been together for almost five years now. We met at his twenty-second birthday party in New York, I was twenty. He was pretty upset that he still had to tour for his birthday, but he said it was great making a new friend. Next thing you know we went public after two and moved in together for our third year. I'm so in love with him, but our careers are taking off, a baby would just interfere with all of it however Harry has always wanted children. He'd make such a great dad too, I can only imagine what our family will look like. But these thoughts often consume me, what if he doesn't want this?

I thought Father's Day would be the best day to tell him, you know like a surprise, and what a better time unless of course, he doesn't want our child. Our parents are coming over because of course, we have gifts and brunch so it's like three for one.

I've been distant from him recently, he's so concerned about me he thinks something is terribly wrong with my morning sickness and all. I figured I'd tell him with a gift which is a wooden base with yarn woven letters made of nails that spells 'dad' with the first ultrasound underneath, there's a card too! I'm so excited to finally start a family with Harry, I just hope he feels the same way. I have mugs for each of our dads that say, 'soon to be grandfather'. Honestly, I couldn't be happier. Opening the front door, I place the keys on the table next to me and walk the bags to the living room. That's funny Harry would've greeted me by now? He's probably asleep.

Setting up for later, I bring the balloons over realizing the tablecloths are upstairs. I work my way up the steps. These are gonna be a hassle with an extra 30-40 pounds on me. The closer I get to the top, I hear a light moan.

"I love y/n, she can't know about this" Harry's voice spoke.

Tiptoeing to peak into our bedroom I see my beloved boyfriend, father of my child shirtless kissing a pant-less Taylor Swift. Wow. Just my, fucking luck. Of course, he would! I mean what was I thinking.

"Of course not, my reputation is already bad" she breathes, cupping the side of his face.

I just watch him continue to kiss her after leaning into her touch. Debating whether to go in there, I feel frozen in my steps.

"This doesn't feel right" his deep voice sighs. No shit.

"She doesn't even care about you Harry, isn't that what you told me?" She says sweetly, such a snake.

He sighs and flips them, the scene before me, causes tears to come to my eyes. Opening the door making my presence known Harry turns to me with wide eyes while Taylor scrambles to find her pants and shirt.

"Y/n it's not-"

"I don't want to hear it" I say to him. Irritation and disgust line my voice. Grabbing the table covers I go back downstairs. I have what I need. After looking at my presentation admiring the work I've done. Harry and Taylor both come downstairs. His eyes red and puffy. I swear the tears make his eyes appear more beautiful, I hope my child has his eyes at least.

Astounded by my quiet stature he sits next to me and I stiffen. I'm just quiet because it's keeping me from crying. Taylor stares blankly at the floor.

"Why the fuck are you still here? Leave." I spit at her.

Oh, how I wish I could drink.

The doorbell rings alarming Taylor. I just walk her to the door and invite our parents in "Thank you Taylor" I say sincerely seeing her nod and pull off fast in her car. Tramp.

"What's that about?" Anne ask,

" New music" she smiles and comes in with everyone trailing her steps.

"Harry what's wrong love?" she asks wiping his tears.

"Nothing just allergies mum" she pats his back and sits at the table.

"Five years, I cannot believe it, Harry it's the longest you've had!" Rob states. "And the fans love you Y/n" Anne adds lightly patting my shoulder. "Our little girls all grown up" y/m/n wipes a fake tear from her eye. Everyone laughs. Thank god Harry is next to me so I don't have to look at him. He places his hand in my lap, but I push it off, going unnoticed by the crowd around us.

"Gift time!" I exclaim as he tries again. Placing each one down in-front of them, they all look up slightly confused.

"What's this?" Y/d/n ask.

"Open them, Haz just wait a few seconds after" they all agree. Rob opening his first then y/d/n they look at me then Harry, our moms looks match Harry's as he unwraps his gift. Stunned he looks at me with tears in his eyes. "Y-you're pregnant?"

"Yeah, surprise." Our parents run up to hug us.

"It's about time, I'm getting old over here!" Y/m/n shouts. Once they leave excitedly picking out baby names. I refuse to look at Harry. I make my way upstairs and begin packing some clothing.

"W-what are you doing?" Harry ask quietly.

"What does it look like Harry?" I say pushing past him going to the bathroom and grabbing some necessities. He just leans on the door frame watching me, still refusing to look at him. At first, I cared but I've made up my mind.

"How far along are we?"

"I'm almost 6 weeks but that doesn't matter" trying to walk past him he just grabs my arm and pulls me into him.

"I love you so much," he cries into my neck. I just stand there, motionless "I'm such a fuck up. Please don't leave me. I want to be here for you, for our baby. Y/n please." His hot tears continue to stream onto my shirt leaving a wet patch.

I soon give in rubbing his back gently. "Calm down Harry," I whisper into his ear as his sobs get louder "Breathe, okay."

Sitting on the closest surface near me, today has been long; I'm tired and pregnant give me a break. He stands between my legs looking down at me. I love him I do, and I want the best for our child, but this hurt. The one request I've had is he doesn't cheat, and he did. I stare at my feet avoiding him at all cost until his hand lifts my chin, forcing me to look at him. "I'm not asking you to forgive me, but I am asking you to stay." He states softly placing a random string of hair behind my ear. He slowly starts leaning in I don't stop him. Suddenly feeling nauseous at the thought of him kissing Taylor, I shove him away from me crying.

He tries to hold me, but I just shake my head frantically, "Harry No," I cry. "How could you!? In our house Harry!" I shout. Continuing to pack my things making myself mad at the thought of his hands all over his ex.

"Y/n I'm so sorry please just stop," clothes I need clothes, just for a few days I'll buy more later. Walking into the bedroom opening my laptop ignoring his pleads. I book a hotel for two weeks, until I situate what is happening. He just sits on the bed trying to see what I'm doing but I soon erased my browser history and factory restarted the device so he can't track anything. Let's combine our accounts so our calendars sync. A swell idea. Wiping my tears, I pack outfits for each day that wouldn't show anything to the paparazzi. He sits there with his head in his hand's sharp intakes of breath audible.

As I approach him, he assumes I'm going to touch him, but I simply go into the drawer next to him. Cringing at the thought of him and Taylor who were here not over 6 hours ago, Grasping the more recent black and white photos gently until I get a photo album for them. Contemplating for a minute looking at the small framed version of my uterus I carefully tear one off handing to him before I seal my bag and walk away, taking my keys and loading my stuff in the backseat.

Looking through the rearview mirror, saying a silent goodbye to the home I hoped to raise my child. It'll get better- I hope.

A/n: Hello Loves! This is also a piece I had on wattpad. Most of these posts today will be Wattpad uploads. I'm trying to see which platform suits my work best. Bear with me while I figure Tumblr out. Masterlist coming soon!

xoxo Janelle

[elliepassmore]

Tainaron. Mail from Another City review

5/5 stars Recommended for people who like: speculative fiction, weird stories, story fragments, slice-of-life, open endings Note: I am only reviewing Tainaron. Mail from Another City, not the entire collection. I may come back one day to review the whole collection, but for now my stars and comments only count for Tainaron. Tainaron is a fairly short story. I think it's maybe 70-some pages in total, with the 'chapters' being no more than a handful of pages each, so it's very easy to get through. That being said, it is also a very, very weird book. Most of the chapters/letters have some strange person or goings on, but it works, because Krohn manages to connect all the weirdness together. It's Alice in Wonderland-weird, not 'my cousin did LSD and wrote a story about his trip'-weird. It's a delicate balance for me when reading stories between Weird Stories that I like and Weird Stories that I don't (and often if I don't like them then I hate them), and there is something about the mix in Tainaron that I like. I really enjoyed how strange the story was and liked each new thing that Krohn brought to the table. Today it's human-sized flowers, a few days later a sinkhole, then winter that you can see coming, etc. It made each chapter/letter feel like its own story, but, as mentioned, also as part of a whole. The narrator is kind of hard to get a grasp on throughout the story. They're a tourist to Tainaron and are writing to someone who never replies. In their letters they describe the things they've experienced while in the city, the nice and the not-so-nice. Parts of it are written in a kind of poetry-prose, which obviously works to conceal the narrator's characterization behind pretty words and cut off phrases, but then other parts of the book are astoundingly open with the narrator's character. They don't shy away from admitting that sometimes they ask too many questions and end up in situations they aren't sure they want to be in. But then other times they reminisce on the past and emphasize these memories that the letters' receiver (and, I suppose, the audience) is supposed to know. The other characters are similarly veiled, with neither the narrator nor the audience really getting to know Longhorn, though the narrator certainly feels as though they know him deeply at the end. Longhorn is a fairly serious fellow, though he does humor the narrator at times and can take her rudeness and questions fairly well. Other than the recipient of the letters, who is never shown nor named, Longhorn is really the only continuous character in the story. The other characters in the story are talked about broadly, and often in the collective. When the narrator is astounded by the Fireflies, it is always the group, never a single individual, that catches their attention. Likewise, the narrator is intrigued by aspects of Queen Bee, but not particularly the Queen Bee herself. It is all broad strokes, yet somehow this doesn't take away from my enjoyment of the story the way not defining characters might in other books. Perhaps it's because Krohn doesn't just not flesh out the characters and leaves it, but rather she draws attention to other aspects of the characters while abandoning the traditional characterization methods (or, at least 'traditional' for English-speaking countries, which neither Leena Krohn nor Tainaron come from). The motifs and themes that cycled through the story were interesting as well. There are some in the first half (ex. individual vs. collective, particularly in regard to identity) that aren't in the second half, but almost all the motifs in the second half of Tainaron are in the first. The three main ones I picked up on throughout the book were: change and continuity, death and immortality, and memory. They can be pretty subtle at times and really feeds into this whole idea that you never really know what's going on in the city and with its inhabitants. The narrator questions a lot of things, which is really when these motifs and themes become obvious, but I though the way that they were woven throughout the story added a layer of complexity to it and really helps to jumpstart some thoughts and questions, which Krohn doesn't necessarily follow through on answering. Overall I really liked Tainaron and thought it was perfectly weird. Krohn doesn't really give you any answers to the questions she and the narrator raise in the book, but I don't think that detracts from it and instead leaves readers with things to think about and flesh out for themselves.

[brbjustdying]

Owen/Avery - 14/03/2021

You

15:47 - got a favor to ask 

Dancer

15:50 - call me when u want love 

He tapped the phone icon, hoping she would pick up the first time. she liked to let him wait. 

“Hello Order. It’s been a while, I saw the news, how are you dealing with the loss of your nemesis?”

Of course everyone would know about it… 

“Pretty well. It’s about that, the favor.”

“Oh, pretty boy switched sides because of you? Can’t say I’m surprised. He’s your type.”

“It’s absolutely not what happened, stop. Can you handle his file? And I’ll forget about the waterfall incident. No more debt. Just this one favor.”

“Sounds like I’m getting more than I’m giving. Why do you care?”

“Because there’s a lot of good in it for me. It’s always nice when someone switches sides and you get all their knowledge don’t you think?”

“I see. Give me some time for the pictures, and see for any name change, or family names or whatever. Have it by 3 AM, I’ll be done with the pictures by then. But I won’t make any kind of ID or anything, I sold all my equipment a few months ago.”

“No worries, I’ll talk to Demeter about it.”

He heard the woman laugh on the other end of the line. 

“They’re out of business, you should know it.”

“Favors don’t disappear when you go out of business, you should know that. I’ll text you the details, bye.”

“Bye Order, don’t get used by Adam, he might be nice but you never know if it’s a ruse.” 

He hung up, not wanting to hear more. 

He wasn’t stupid, but he also knew he wasn’t important enough to be used in such a scheme. 

His ties with the villain world weren’t the strongest, and he had very little influence there. He was mostly known for getting in the way, but always having people owe him for some reason. That’s what he got for being gifted with such a strong power he guessed. 

*

“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping you know.”

“Stop it, I like cooking. Besides, I have something else for you to do.”

“Oh?”

He laid down the paper he’d printed at work.

“This is your current identity. Everything I could find in your public record. Now, I’ve asked a friend to help me change it. It’s something we do pretty often when someone switches sides, to protect them. This friend is going to change every record of you, altering your picture so it’s different but similar. People won’t notice the difference, but if they see the real you they will just think you look similar. It helps a whole lot trust me. If there’s anything you want to change, you can just cross it out and rewrite it. I got some colorful pens somewhere… Dancer hates purple so use it as much as you want.”

“Dancer?”

“My friend. She’s currently doing the pictures.”

Adam grabbed the pen, looking unsure at the idea. 

“Is it really necessary?”

“You’ve been declared a criminal by the administration, and with a really high bounty. everyone will be trying to get you as soon as you step a foot outside.”

“Oh.”

Owen internally sighed. This was all new for the guy. Of course it would feel weird. 

“What am I supposed to change? What’s the things that matter the most basically.”

Well, that was a quick change of attitude. Weird. 

“Usually, place of birth, names of closest family, but also some people in the extended family. They didn’t have a file on your family so don’t worry about it, it’s not public knowledge. Things like height, weight, but just slightly. We can’t do anything about the power obviously, but you’re only supposed to use it when having a mask on so it’s usually not a problem. Most people also change their names and find an alias.”

That was the biggest one. People didn’t like changing their names, but he heard it happened very often in the academy, or even when they started as heroes. since they didn’t have aliases, they tried to have names that meant something relating to their powers or their values. Though it seemed to be marketing more than anything, it worked great and people loved to theorize around destiny and if giving your child a specific name could improve their chances at becoming a great hero one day. The number of articles made about the subject was astounding. 

“You think I should change my name?”

He shrugged.

“It’s your choice. It’s very common, but it’s super personal so most people don’t want to do it. It means too much to them. You have a fairly common name, so you might be fine keeping it.”

“No I think I’d like to change it.”

“Okay, need ideas?”

He nodded. 

Owen went to his office, giving Panda a scratch on the head on the way, and retrieved three books from the top shelf. They were super dusty. 

When he came back, he dropped them on the table, smiling at the puff of dust that rose from them, and the disgusted expression on Adam’s face. 

“Looks like the bible. Let’s see. Girls name, alphabetical order. Boy’s name, alphabetical order, Gender neutral names, alphabetical. Gender neutral?”

“Names you can give to a boy or a girl, usually a lot of non binary people like those more than heavily gendered names. It’s been changing in recent years, but it’s still difficult to be accepted if your name is closely tied to a specific gender so people often choose to change it. Have a look while I make dinner.”

He wanted to make something really nice, because he still hadn’t slept in ages, and he needed to have at least that. Then he’d have to get some sleep, because he’d had way too much coffee. Maybe one day he’d even manage to get a schedule for his sleep. Right now it couldn’t be called a schedule, it was all over the place, there was no pattern. And it made work even more intolerable. 

As he was slicing a cucumber, Adam spoke again. 

“I think I found one I like.”

“Hmm.”

“Avery. I really like it, or Wren. But I’m not sure, what do you think.”

“It’s your choice, you’ll be the one wearing it every day. Avery is closer to Adam so it might be easier to get used to but honestly I’m not sure.”

Chosen from the gender neutral book. Interesting. 

“You think it needs to be close to the previous name?”

“Not really. I almost changed mine to Clarence so…”

“You did? Why? And why not really. If you don’t mind telling me.”

“Don’t worry. I really wanted to be called chaos, and the convention is to choose an alias with the same first letter as your name. It was really stupid though.”

“Chaos would fit you. What made you decide against it?”

“Uuuuh…”

“It’s fine.”

The truth was… A little shameful. 

His mom found out about it, and told him that she’s almost named him Clyde, after the famous Bonnie and Clyde story. She also said Chaos was super corny, and didn’t suit him at all. “You’re an orderly boy Owen, and you should know yourself better. What you want is justice and peace, not chaos and destruction.”

“It’s because of my mom. God I still can’t believe you met her! I texted her and she only answered with an emoji, and now she won’t answer my calls.”

“She was really nice, don’t worry she didn’t tell anything weird about you or whatever.”

He grumbled and turned back to his cucumber. The betrayal of it all! No one was supposed to know where he lived or anything. But he’d rather have Adam know about where he lived than where his mom lived. Not that it really mattered now. 

“Anything else you changed on the paperwork?”

“Made hero me a little taller, not sure how believable it is but I’m pretty small so… Also changed the date of birth by two days, and the place of birth to a city with a really similar name i found online. Do you think it’s enough?”

“Sure. Do you have allergies?”

“Not that I know of, why?”

“Just to be sure I don’t accidentally kill you, it would suck.” 

Adam snickered. 

“So, settled on a name?”

“I think I’m going to go with Avery. I really like the sound of it.” 

Owen wished they had more time to think about this, he really did. It was a big thing, hopefully he wouldn’t change his mind in a few days or weeks. 

“Alright, take pictures of the picture and send them to me, I’ll transfer them to Di- Dancer.”

Almost spilled the real name of one of his friends, great. He was getting a little too comfortable around the ex-hero.

His phone chimed, and he knew it was already done. He dressed the plate and put them on the table, Avery having moved the books out of the way to the coffee table. 

“Can you take them back to my office? Last door, I think it’s open. Panda is probably sitting on the chair but you can move him if you want.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”

“I mean you’re probably going to stay here for a while so might as well get used to the place. Go, or I’ll eat your food!” 

He dashed to the office, talking to Panda once he was there, and Owen smilled. 

I really need to sleep. I can’t just be his friend so easily. God what even is happening.

Dinner went really well. They talked about a whole bunch of different things, but Owen couldn’t help but notice that Avery always avoided the subject of his family. He loved to tease Owen about his mom, but didn’t offer any information about his potential family. It could be from a desire to protect them, but seeing as the administration didn’t have any file on them, and they’d never been quoted in interviews, not even mentioned as refusing to comment for articles, he had another idea. 

“Why did you call yourself order then?”

Owen looked up from his phone, trying to forget the text from Dancer that said “got the papers. fuck u for the purple, also avery is a really nice name for a really cute boy, give him my number” 

“What?”

“Why order, why not something else, like… Offense? Omen? Omelet?”

“Oh I’d be a terrifying villain if I was named omelet, for sure. Told you, my mom.”

Panda walked into the room like he owned it, which he pretty much did, distracting Avery from the discussion. 

The boy crouched down, smiling brightly when the cat purred and asked for more pets, meowing softly from time to time. 

Damn friendly cat, already forgot me and everything I do for him.

“Well, looks like you just found your first kid. Good luck being a parent, he’s a brat.”

“How dare you! Panda has been nothing but an adorable gentleman since I met him.”

“Hmm, wait for the day where you need to take him to the vet because he knocked down an entire shelf and looks like he broke his bones but really he’s just being dramatic and messing with you.”

“Not cool Panda, not cool.”

Panda only looked smug, as usual, probably not seeing the problem in doing anything for attention. 

Owen flopped on the couch, wanting nothing more than for his brain to just shut off, sleep for about a week, and not have a single thought. That never happened of course, but maybe today would be the day.

“So, what’s your villain name going to be?”

“You think I need one?”

“Unless you plan to sit on your ass while I use all the info you gave me do to something, yeah you need one.”

“True.” 

He took Panda in his arms, and came to sit next to Owen.

Too close.

“Got any ideas? I don’t know how I can choose something like that… At the academy we could put suggestions, but I didn’t think they’d call me that.”

“Adam’s not your original name?”

“Nah. Don’t remember what it was though. I’ve been there for a long time.” 

Weird. 

“Okay. Strange.”

“They have this dude that can replace memories. He usually only uses his powers to change minimal memories from students, the name is one of them. He hates doing it, but if he’s not on the side of the administration I guess they’d hunt him down because it’s such a dangerous power.”

Huh.

“Probably yeah. Are you curious to know what the name before Adam was?”

“Kind of? I guess yeah. It might be able to tell me something about myself. Don’t know how I’d ever get that information.”

“Good thing that’s what I do then! Hang on, I’ll get my laptop so we can find you a cool villain name.”

He let Avery cuddle Panda to death, and quickly sent another text to Dancer, asking her to dig up anything she could about that. 

Dancer

20:44 - this is really big Order, real big 

20:45 - fuck imagine what they can do about it 

20:46 - I’m getting Neon on it with me 

He wouldn’t mention it to Avery unless they came up with something interesting. He didn’t need more things to worry about. He’d already offered to cover half of the rent despite staying only a day, and a bunch of unnecessary things. Where did he get his awesome morals? 

“So! Most people have an idea because you don’t just decide to become a villain like that. But sometimes it happens, in that case you go online, and look up lists of words until you find one you resonate with. Here, have a loot. You can choose any letter, but I really recommend something that starts with an a.”

“Alright, let’s see.” 

Panda moved to Owen, disappointed that he wasn’t the center of attention anymore. Sadly it wouldn’t be much better from his owner, who fell asleep without even knowing, only to wake up a few hours later, gently being shaken by his new friend. 

“Hey Owen. It’s really late, I think you should go to sleep in your bed.”

He grumbled his answer, not sure himself what he intended to say. For once he’d actually fallen asleep, curse him for waking him up. He was comfortable too, something warm next to him. 

He abruptly stood up when he realized that he’d been sleeping laying on Ad-Avery. Oh no. Oh my god no what an idiot.

The guy smiled softly, and then grabbed his hand to lead him to his room, thinking his foggy mind probably prevented him from finding his way. 

Panda only moved a little, not wanting to leave the warm blanket that had ended up on both of them at some point. 

When the warm hand that was holding his let go, pushing him gently towards his bed, he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep any more that night. 

*

Owen was waiting for his coffee to brew, in a bigger french press than the previous day. He’d done his bets to be silent, but Avery still heard him. 

He looked like death. Weird, considering he’d been sleeping so well the previous evening. Did he not go back to sleep after he went to his room? He didn’t make any noise, so Avery assumed he’d fallen asleep again. Did he have insomnia problems? Maybe he shouldn’t have woken him up… 

He shook his head and closed the bathroom door, intending to take a short shower and then plan his next move. 

It had been a weird few days. 

When he stumbled here the other night, broken and lost, he didn’t expect Order to help him. Of all people, he probably should hate him the most, they had fought so much and he always got in his way. 

But instead he was faced with an almost stranger. someone kind, calm, thoughtful and resourceful. Who had a pretty good fashion sense too! 

He glanced at the simple cream shirt and grey sweatpants and underwear the other hand lent him, refusing his protests. He’d been so nice, Avery felt bad. What had he done that was so great to deserve such kindness? Because it seemed like his whole life had only been a lie. 

Trained by the academy since he was a kid, through summer camps, special classes, coaches, everything, he’d grown up to become a powerful hero, with a lot of potential, or so everyone said. But it never really felt right. Then he moved on to the actual academy, taking as many classes as he could, always doing his best. It was a good education, and he needed as much of it as possible if he wanted to be a good hero, who did the right thing. 

His dedication and drive started to become annoying traits of his, rather than what teachers and coaches praised. Hewanted to know too much, he realized now. It wasn’t like he ever suspected there was something so bad hiding behind. 

And now, they had destroyed everything in just one night. Everyone thought he was an insane person who just wanted to believe in the conspiracy, and bring people down. The public opinion had swayed very easily, a couple false articles being enough to change people’s mind. 

He couldn’t even be angry at them, he’d fallen for it too, when he’d seen other heroes switch sides and read about their reasons in the pres. he never questioned it. The press had always been fairly nice to him, he didn’t have many enemies in the journalists. 

It was probably because the administration controlled them too. 

He wiped his tears and rinsed his hair one last time, before turning off the water. 

He had to at least pretend it was fine. Owen was nice enough to let him stay around even if he had no reason to, and he couldn’t be any kind of a burden. He was glad Panda was around, he was great at comfort. Even if he did bite his fingers a couple times. He wouldn’t tell that to Owen, it would make him right. 

He got dressed and messed with his hair for a while, before giving up. It was a mess like it always was no point in trying now. Sometimes he really hated whoever gave him genes for such fluffy hair. It was impossible to handle. One of his friend had theorized it was because he was of east asian descent, and that he had to try different ways of taking care of it to find what was the best. But he hadn’t, because it felt too much like something his actual parent should have taught him, not something to look up online. and that made him really sad, for some reason. 

“Whatever, let’s find Panda and get a hug,” he whispered to himself. 

He had hoped the cat would be on the couch, here he’d last seen him, licking his butt after having his breakfast, but he wasn’t there anymore. 

Owen was sitting at the kitchen island, writing furiously on his laptop, and barely sparred him a glance. 

For some reason, Avery suddenly felt really heavy, an intense sadness filling him, and he wondered when this would end. It was probably just a bad time, things would get better after a while, but he could sense that something else was about to fall on him and destroy everything again, and he didn’t look forward to that. 

Why does it never stop?

“Hey.” 

Owen was standing in front of him, concern on his face, definitely awake despite his lack of sleep. 

Avery didn’t say anything. He knew if he tried, he would start crying again, and he couldn’t have that. Not now. Not in front of him. It wasn’t - 

Owen slowly wrapped his arms around him, giving him plenty of time to move or push him away. But he didn’t. It felt nice. He hugged him back, enjoying the warmth of his friend. He’d always been taller, something Avery hated when they had to fight a little too close, but right now it was really nice. He was whispering reassurances to him, telling him it would be alright, they’d find solutions and it wouldn’t always suck this much. 

It felt really nice, and he hoped it would last forever. For once, his thoughts had stopped racing. 

*

He had barely slept, and kept turning and tossing in his bed, wondering if he had fallen asleep so easily because he was so tired, or if it was because of the person next to him. 

He already knew the answer, but didn’t want to think about it, much less go ask the other for a hug so he could sleep again. 

God he really needed to talk to a new doctor about this. One who wouldn’t ask too many questions about what could possibly be stressing him out, or preventing him from going to bed at reasonable hours. 

When a reasonable time came, he got up and made the biggest pot of coffee he could find. He thought he had a bigger pot, but couldn’t remember where it was, and didn’t want to make even more noise than he had. Avery had woken up anyway, so it wasn’t like it mattered. But he didn’t have the mental energy to dedicate to it all. So he just made his coffee, giving his guest some clothes and squashing his complaints. If he didn’t want him to stay around, he was very capable of kicking him out, regular person way or villain way. He’d like to keep his apartment clean and Panda calm though. 

The first cup of coffee felt like drinking that water that was supposed to give eternal youth, the name of which he couldn’t remember or bother to look up. The second one was more for pleasure than out of necessity. 

He’d gotten a text from his boss, saying the shop had been damaged in a fight last night, and he didn’t need to come in for work for at least two weeks. The administration would cover the wages of the employees as well as the cost of repairs. 

A blessing truly, he just had to fill in a form with his information, as well as a formal declaration that he wasn’t present when the incident happened. 

Easy peasy. 

But then Avery walked out of the bathroom, eyes still red from crying, and looking really sad. He wasn’t sure what to do, so he didn’t mention it, but from the way his face fell, it was clearly not the right thing to do. 

He looked like the weight of the world was on his shoulder. And maybe it was a little bit after all. His whole world had come crashing down just two days ago. 

“Hey.” 

He tried to keep his voice soft, and not cold as it apparently always was. According to his friends at least. 

Avery looked like he needed a hug, so without overthinking it, Owen did just that. He gave him time to push back of course, he didn’t have to accept, but he did. He even clung to him like he was the last person on earth, relaxing visibly, and even smiling a little against his neck. 

Oh this was bad, really bad. Owen would never be able to squash his feelings now, they’d refuse to go away, reminding him of this moment. 

They stayed like this for a long time, Owen doing his best to make Avery feel better, giving him empty promises of making things better and finding solutions. It seemed to work, because he stopped breathing so fast and being so tense. 

It was going well until Panda decided he wanted some of that attention for himself too, and literally jumped from the counter onto Avery’s shoulder, making him gasp in surprise. 

“Is that…?”

“Yep. That’s Panda, jealous that he’s no longer the center of attention, despite being the king of this house. Come on Panda, that’s just rude now. Do you even have an ounce of manners in that fluffy body of yours?” 

The cat meowed, making Avery laugh. 

“I don’t think Panda has a lot of respect for you.”

He shifted a little, but didn’t seem ready to let go yet, so Owen just rubbed little circles on his back, considering his answer carefully. 

“Panda don’t take it personally okay? You’re right, he has no manners. Honestly he’s super friendly, but also really bratty ? I don’t know where he got that. I tried to educate him but…”

“Aw, be nice to him. He’s sweet. He let me pet him so much! I really like him. I always wanted to have a pet but couldn’t. It’s so nice.” 

He finally let go, quickly wiping his eyes, and then grabbing Panda from his shoulder, and carrying him like a baby instead. 

“I’m going to be off of work for at least two weeks, so I will be around to see how much of a betrayal Panda is, and just how much cuddling he can accept from other people.”

“He doesn’t accept it from you?”

“Oh he does, but I think he found a new favorite person.”

Avery blushed, and OWen couldn’t help but notice just how cute that was. 

Before they got the chance to say anything else, the landline started ringing. 

The only person who called on this line was his mom. So she was done with ignoring him. 

“Ah, the traitor finally stops ignoring me!”

“The traitor?”

He grabbed the phone, ready to give his mom a piece of his mind. 

“Hi baby! Am I bothering you? I saw the place where you work got blown up, it was night and no hospital texted me, so I guess you’re doing fine.”

“Hi mom, or should I call you traitor?”

“Oh Owen that’s a bit strong, makes me reconsider my offer too, such an ungrateful son!” 

Her voice contained no heat, only amusement. Clearly she didn’t care what he thought. He only raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to elaborate.

“You’re going to be off work right?  I’m going to your uncle’s house, if you want to come with me and take some holidays!” 

Oh. So that was what it was about. 

“Can I bring someone?” 

On the other end of the line, he heard his mother choke on her drink, cough it out for a solid minute before talking again. It made him smile. He was full of surprises. 

“Yes, of course. do I know that person?”

“Yeah, it’s what I’ve been trying to call you about for two days now.”

“Oh, that nice boy I met once. Really sweet and polite, Adam I think? The press isn't kind to him lately.”

“His name is Avery now. I’ll take the ferry as usual. Get ready for Panda, he misses you.”

“Wonderful, I look forward to seeing you boys. Oh this promises to be interesting, you have to give me details alright? I know I’m your mom, but I wanna know.”

“Nope, definitely not. Bye mom, see you tomorrow, love you.” 

She chuckled but said her goodbyes. 

Why didn’t I tell her it’s not like that. Oh god she probably thinks we’re dating. Oh no she’s going to make this so awkward. I’m such an idiot.

He stopped his internal panic when he noticed Avery looking at him curiously. 

“Wanna spend a week at a beach house?”

*

I will write them more, just maybe not tomorow (I’ve been procrastinating my homework a whole lot)

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  Elephantmen 2261 Season Two: The Pentalion Job#1 debuts today Ask For Mercy: Ask For Budgie One-Shot debuts May 8th with Ask For Mercy Season Two: The Center Of Everything That Is debuting this summer

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May 1, 2019 – New York, NY – ComiXology, Amazon’s premier digital comics service, and Comicraft announced today Season Two of the hit comiXology Originals series Elephantmen and Ask For Mercy, with Elephantmen 2261 Season Two: The Pentalion Job #1 out today, and Ask For Mercy Season Two: Ask For Budgie One-Shot debuting May 8th, and Ask For Mercy Season Two: The Center Of Everything That Is #1 debuting this summer. Elephantmen is written by Richard Starkings with art by Axel Medellin and covers by Boo Cook while Ask For Mercy is written by Richard Starkings with art by Abigail Jill Harding – both series were part of the creator-owned comiXology Originals launch last June. Elephantmen 2261 Season Two: The Pentalion Job #1 is digitally available to read now for members of Prime Reading, Kindle Unlimited, and comiXology Unlimited, with Ask For Mercy Season Two: Ask For Budgie One-Shot also available for members upon release, May 8th.

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Axel Medellin has been creating art for the ELEPHANTMEN series since 2010 and is probably meeting a deadline right now. Nevertheless, he has somehow managed to fit in drawing and coloring other comics for HEAVY METAL, Zenescope, Boom! Studios and Image Comics’ FIFTY GIRLS FIFTY with Frank Cho. Boo Cook studied illustration at Art college in Cambridge where he felt he was learning a lot as his artistic imagination was beaten out of him — which caused him to retreat to play drums for five years while he spray-painted the unspeakable parts of ceramic beagles at a factory in Scotland. In the year 2000AD he approached the British comics weekly 2000AD with his portfolio and was soon drawing notable characters such as Judge Dredd, Judge Anderson, ABC Warriors, Harry Kipling, Asylum and, most recently, BLUNT for the Judge Dredd Megazine. Boo has also illustrated strips for Titans Doctor Who line and covers for various Marvel books including WOLVERINE. Boo is a talented musician and frequently performs with his bands, Forktail and Motherbox.

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[angelsjaem]

try again

pairing: ex!jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: angst. (a sprinkle of fluff?)

desc: after your breakup, you begin to hate everything around you. amidst the darkness, jaehyun saves you again. but this time, he lets time do the work. 

word count: 1.5k 

a/n: you KNOW i was listening to try again when i had this idea!!!! my love for angst mixed in and bam, i couldn’t stop writing this. originally, i had tried to go with a happy ending, but i ended up re-writing the entire thing. i much prefer this ending though. 

______

you’re severely broken. you’ve hit rock bottom. jaehyun was the one light in your miserable life. he was the morning sun that shone on you, the gentle warmth that soaked into your skin. he was undoubtedly the most comforting and beautiful sight; something you could smile effortlessly at. he was an angel, to say the least, but now he’s gone.

even though he isn’t there, you still see him everywhere. his presence haunting you-- cruelly torturing you. when you wake up in the dull morning, you can practically feel his heated body plopped down on the bed. you can almost hear his laugh, see his dimples and it only makes your heart break further. you see him giving you back hugs when you look at your sobbing self in the cracked mirror. you see him sitting comfortably on your plush couch, smiling graciously at you. you miss him so much; he was the unknown drug that you overdosed on, and you currently faced terrible withdrawal.

_____

the terrible night when you and jaehyun broke up, the both of you were on edge. pent-up emotions that were bottled up inside of you exploded.

you had a feeling that a fight like this was coming. when jaehyun started to come late, when he wouldn't wrap his arms around you when he fell into slumber, and when your time with him would be silent, a fight was inevitable. 

it just had to be the day of your birthday when the timer on your bombs decided to go off.

_____

［11:34 pm］

‘‘where were you?’’ you asked bitterly, bleary eyes swollen and burning red from crying. jaehyun was four hours late. four hours late to the birthday surprise he had 'planned' for you. there was cold food on the flimsy table; a decorated cake neatly set on it with a candle that waited to be carefully lit.

jaehyun was not doing any better than you; he had obviously been crying on the emotional drive to your house. scrambling, he did the only thing he could think of and brought out a bouquet of gorgeous flowers. pink ones, the ones you loved. a note was neatly tucked into the wrapping of the floral bouquet.

‘‘i’m sorry, y/n. i’m so, so, sorry. you don't deserve this. i'm sorry, i'm sorr--'' he wouldn't stop tearfully apologizing, wouldn't stop crying. worst of all, he wouldn't look at you.

it was almost expected that jaehyun couldn't show up to your little birthday party. he was incredibly busy, you were always surprised at how you could carefully fit into his hectic schedule. things had always worked out somehow, but as you dated for longer, things got harder, and he had more trouble squeezing in time for you.

therefore, when jaehyun told you; when jaehyun promised you that he wouldn't be a second late to your birthday, you were skeptical. but you believed him.

your patience and ability to hold things in could only last for so long.

you snapped. you had the most vicious fight, both of you unable to contain the sadness, the anger, and all the emotions from pouring out.

the night did not end well. jaehyun left, slamming the door behind him. the bouquet of flowers was spilled on the floor, the note laying beside it.

you picked it up, your hands shaking.

( y/n,

my sun, my angel, the love of my life. today is your birthday, and i want nothing more than to spoil you; to shower you in love and kisses.

life hasn't been kind to me, as it's stripped me of time with you. i'll try my best to make it up to you, as you'll always be my number one priority.

enjoy your special day, sugar cup. )

you were unable to stop the burning tears that sleepless night. 

___

the next few weeks were torture for the both of you. you loathed yourself every second of the dreary day, for everything you said.

jaehyun had felt the same way as he wouldn't stop calling you, texting you. you reluctantly decided to send him a reply.

7:12 pm

— maybe we need some time to ourselves. our relationship had negative effects on our health, and maybe we should take some time to think about it.

____

the saddest part about life is it goes on. it never pauses, it never stops to give you time to heal, it just continues. the sun continues shining on you in the morning, but you detest the heat now. you absolutely hate the way it soaks into your skin. it no longer brings comfort, the heat is stinging you, nagging at you.

the next day you buy flimsy curtains that paint your cheerless room in darkness.

____

a year. it has been a year since your fight with jaehyun. it has been a year since you've spoken to the beautiful man with elegant dimples.

7 months ago, he sent you a message that explained why you would never see each other ever again.

3:02 pm

— i hope you're doing well. i'm assuming our break and our healing time will be permanent now, as i am moving to a new city. wishing you the best.

___

3 years. it has been a full three years since you've graced your eyes on the sight of jung jaehyun. you're getting back on your feet.

apparently, jaehyun has too, because 7 months into the year, he sends you a letter.

enclosed is a handwritten note, folded a few times to carefully fit the envelope. inside, you also find a wedding invitation.

the wedding invitation is beautiful, written in neat cursive. you wonder if he handwrote some of it.

you smile graciously, tears streaming endlessly down your face.

____

you walk up to the fancy outdoors 'room'. the extraordinary scene is beautiful. white chairs are neatly placed in gleaming rows, as gorgeous flowers adorn the charming place.

it smells magnificent, and the sight is astounding. with a shaky breath you take a seat.

the wedding starts the way any other wedding would. a grand orchestra playing music that does wonders to your ears, and people anticipating for the lucky wife to come out. 

then, you see jaehyun standing there. standing proud, waiting eagerly for his beloved wife to walk towards him. he scans the room and sees you. you lock eyes for a few rare moments and the tears you had tried to prevent start to blur your vision.

he's even more beautiful now, his features more mature, more sharp, and more charming. he still has a soft, comforting nature to him, his dimples poking out cutely. his eyes have a glow, a shine. you can tell he's happy, and that he's living well.

it is too much for you to take in and as much as you wished you could be here for him, you're unable to stay any longer without breaking down and you run out of the wedding like a coward.

___

you call a local taxi. inside, you decide to open the letter you had dreaded reading. the letter that was sent with jaehyun’s wedding invitation. 

( y/n.

i have no idea where to start. these past few years have given me time to grow, time to mature and time to find myself.

our complex relationship holds a special place in my heart. you hold a special place in my heart. i have finally come to terms with the fact that i will never be able to forget you and i'll never be able to stop loving you.

our unconditional love was strong but life was cruel, and it seems like life was trying to tear us apart. it worked, but the bond we shared, the remarkable things you taught me, will never be forgotten. we were young, dumb, and too helplessly in love with each other to realize that this love was not benefiting either of us.

it was cowardly of me to not apologize sooner, to not realize my problems sooner.

i am so very sorry, y/n.

i'm sorry i can't say this to your face and am instead sending you a wedding invitation. i don't expect you to be there, but if you are, know that i will have sincere gratitude for that action forever.

i met another charming girl who makes me happy, happy enough to make me want to marry her. i want this to not be our heartfelt goodbye, but the hello to the new chapter in our lives.

i won't stop loving you and would like you to be happy, as that is my last wish for you.

i expect to see you in my next life, where i will give you all the time in the world and love you properly, the way i should have years ago.

the next time we meet may be decades from now, but i will always recognize you and will always love and adore you. even if i need to wait until my next life to do so.

we’ll be alright, and in our next life, i want to try again. 

jung jaehyun. ) 

[nunaya-business]

Hi, Let’s Talk About Some Controversial Shit Yeah?

So lately people have been telling Horikoshi Kohei to go kill himself, because they’re trying to be a shitty version of Shane Dawson exploring conspiracy theories that have no right to exist. I don’t even know where to fucking start, but since I’m not a YouTuber, but I’m a writer, I decided to ditch my phone for this one, and am currently typing this shit out on my laptop. Yes, that is how pissed I am.

A new decade and a new start to the shittiness that was 2010-2020. More and more people of the LGBTQ started coming out of the dark and trying to accept who they are to the chagrin of assholes who have no business in their lives anyway. I feel like there’s been a lot more racism here than there was from 2000-2010, or maybe that’s just me. I think it’s because people are getting more vocal with their opinions as the earth goes to shit. We are slowly killing it after all. Not only is there more racism, sexism, anti-LGBTQ pricks, and people prejudice against other religions (the prejudice against Muslims is a big one. Poor Muslims, it’ll be okay, Brookie’s on your side), but there are now people who don’t like freedom of speech, or the right to write a story, and people who are just plain pussies because they don’t wike dere wittle feewings huwt 😥. 

I could write for hours about all of those subjects. But since I’m an aspiring writer myself, I picked the right to write. What do I mean by that? I mean the right for an author of any kind to write their story, their way, without these little pussies coming around and being like, “bro can you not mention the Mongols breaking through the Great Wall of China? Yeah, because I’m from a Chinese family and I don’t want to be reminded of my ancestor’s tribulations even though it was 800 years ago. Thanks”. Let me break this shit down like I’m in debate class and my entire University grade depends on me winning this “argument”.

Writing is an art. Duh. People don’t write because they had a good life, I don’t care what anyone says. Writers write because it relieves stress, allows them to get their feelings out in a healthy way, take them away to their own little world in their own special way to escape the hell they’re living through, lets them vent the dark desires and thoughts they may have, and get their opinions out there when they feel like no one listens. Writing is a cure for depression for some people. It’s a healthy kind of drug that doesn’t make someone overdose (unless they’re like me and write’s for hours on end losing sleep and starving themselves just to write an idea down before they forget it). 

People write about what they can’t speak. My mom has this saying “say it forget it, write it regret it”, and in certain contexts that saying is a good moral to have, but that’s not always the case. My mom and I watched the movie “Her” the other day and (spoilers) at the end of the movie, the main character Theodore, who’s a writer, writes a letter to his ex-wife. He writes about how they met, how they grew up together, how they grew to be the best of friends, then lovers, then built a trust they couldn’t replace, and the sorrow he felt when the relationship started crumbling. Joaquin Phoenix did an amazing job lamenting about the character’s past, most likely because he’s been through a lot too, and the character did an astounding job putting his words to paper (or in this case email) and getting out years of stress and sadness so that he can start loving life again.

The point of me describing that scene was to show the impact writing has on some people. It’s the escape they need and sometimes the emotions they feel put into a context where they can explain it all they want without having to waste a breath.

Now, picture if you will, that you’re a writer down on your luck. You have an amazing story to tell and the audience in mind that you want to tell it to, but no one believes in you. They want to alter your story to suit a wider audience, but, you don’t give a shit about appealing to people, you’re telling a story that helped you and may help others too, no matter the money you might lose or recognition you’ll never gain. Imagine that you found a way to both appeal to a wider audience and tell that story you have in your mind’s view. It gets more popular than most media to come out of your country and helps you bring in more than enough money you need to survive. Suddenly people are falling in love with the characters you wrote in more ways than one. People are starting to call it a modern classic and then, you start getting letters from people all around the world telling you how much your writings helped them and that they’re living better lives because they were inspired or motivated by the words you oh so carefully put onto a page, with the art you spent hours, upon days, upon weeks on opening people’s eyes to what they’re capable of.

I may have put some personal shit in that last paragraph, but I was mainly talking about the subject of this... (essay?) Horikoshi Kohei. A man who never gave up because dammit, he had a story to tell and fuck anyone who doesn’t want to hear it. All that matters to real writers is that someone feels special because of the words you put together on a page. Horikoshi puts a lot of time and effort into My Hero Academia, and what does his fans do? They tell him to kill himself because he dared wordplay to get the names of some characters. Y’know it’s funny, I don’t hear a lot of Jews, trans, gay, or Polish people complain about the shit their ancestors went through 70 years ago during the Holocaust like they went through it as well, but I always hear about Korean, Chinese, and Black people (off the top of my head don’t @ me) complain about shit their ancestors went through from 70 all the way back to a thousand years ago. Not to say that everyone in those races do that. because they don’t. I’m sure a majority probably doesn’t give two flying fucks what someone writes as long as they aren’t being personally targeted or threatened. But go on Horikoshi’s Twitter once and tell me that you don’t see hundreds of his followers (mostly Asian) threatening him and criticizing his naming of his characters. If you’re Korean or Chinese and you find issue with the fact that Horikoshi named a mother fucking villain character after a place where your specific race was tortured and experimented on, decades before were even fucking thought of, please tell me why. If you feel personally attacked then you’re... (I don’t wanna use retarded because people will automatically stop reading and DM me about my word choice) doltish. That’s a fancy word for stupid by the way. Maybe if it were one of the heroes named that way then I would completely understand, but it’s not. It’s a fucking villain. 

But hey, what do I know? I’ve never been through shit. I’m just a plain, short and chubby little white girl with a big mouth that’s never been the victim of prejudice or racism. No one’s ever taken a look at me and judged me based on my ancestors or religious choices. No one’s ever made fun of my accent or the color of my skin, or the birth defect that effected my feet and slightly effected my hands. 

Oh by the way, my mom’s a closet Psychopath that wasn’t diagnosed because the rest of the family is too fucking psycho for anyone to notice her torturing animals at a young age. My dad was a Paranoid Schizophrenic with an undiagnosed Psychosis and severe PTSD (diagnosed) that grew up in a home with an abusive father and a mother that was too busy grooming her oldest son (take that how you will) to pay any attention to him. Not to mention she also killed him. It’s not like my dad’s dad was also a psychopath that purposefully killed my unborn brother and laughed when my mom miscarried It’s not like my life was at risk because there was people shooting at my house (where I lived with my grandfather) and I could hear the bullets bouncing off of the trees. It’s not like I was bullied when I was little leading to a brain injury that caused my memory to be fucked up and my speech to slur and stutter. Oh and I definitely didn’t have to start being a second mom to my brother, and an actual mom to my little cousin because my family doesn’t give a fuck how their actions effect others.

I didn’t have the worst life by all means. There’s a lot more people that I know personally that have had it way worse than I have. I’m just saying, don’t take shit so fucking personally. Grow some goddamn balls and stop telling people to go kill themselves because they named a character something you didn’t like. Stop bringing up shit from the past unless people ask about it, or you’re telling you life story. It’s 2020. It’s time to stop being pussies and act like functioning members of society. 

Oh and one last thing. Ya’ll are telling a man to kill himself while the corona virus is spreading like the plague. I think we should be more fucking worried about the fact that humanity could easily be wiped out thanks to the Chinese government silencing a scientist who know about the damn virus a year ago. If anything, we should be targeting them and Trump for being awful, not a poor mangaka that was just word playing with the names of his characters. 

[oosteven-universe]

Beyond the Breach #1

Beyond the Breach #1 Aftershock Comics 2021 Written by Ed Brisson Illustrated by Damian Coucceiro Coloured by Patricio Delpeche Lettered by Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou    Life sucks for Vanessa. Her mother just died and her boyfriend is cheating on her (with her own sister!). To clear her mind, Vanessa is taking the California road-trip that she’s been dreaming about for years.     Her postcard-perfect drive through old growth forests quickly turns when THE BREACH hits. A bizarre anomaly in the sky plunges California into a nightmare-world populated with strange, extra-dimensional creatures. Now Vanessa, along with Dougie, an orphaned child, and Kai, a strange, fuzzball of a beast, must fight to survive if they ever hope to make it back home. If there's even a home to return to.    What a frakkin sensational first issue!  I had no idea what this was going to be like and I cannot say how many times I love doing this and its why I want to get you excited about a book without my giving anything away.  First of all her language in the opening alone is phenomenal and she curses like a sailor when speaking aloud of and to her ex.  Once the action here picks up it just doesn’t let up for a single moment all the way up to the last page cliffhanger ending.      I am very much enjoying the way that this is being told.  The story & plot development that we see through how the sequence of events unfold as well as how the reading learns information is presented exceptionally well.  The character development we see through the dialogue, the character interaction as well as how they act and react to the situations and circumstances they encounter have a great way of fleshing out the characters.  The pacing is superb and as it takes us through the pages revealing the story and what is currently happening seemingly in the middle of nowhere is more than enough to keep you on the edge of your seat.    I appreciate how we see this being structured and how the layers within the story emerge and grow.  The avenues we see opening up and then explored in ways that are utterly creepy and simultaneously fascinating.  What this does is add extra depth and complexity to the story.  How we see everything working together to create the story’s ebb & flow as well as how it moves the story forward is terrifically achieved.    I love the interiors here.  The linework is bloody phenomenal and how we see the varying weights and techniques being utilised to create this level & quality of detail work is truly astounding!  That backgrounds play an important role in enhancing the moments as much as working within the composition of the panels to bring out the depth perception, sense of scale and the overall sense of size and scope of the book makes me a happy camper.  The creativity and imagination that we see is off the charts and it’s superbly rendered.  The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels show a remarkably talented eye for storytelling.  The colour work is equally as brilliant.  That full page with the dark skies yeah that shows me a master colourist at work.  The various hues and tones within the colours and how they are being utilised to create the shading, highlights and shadow work is done with such aplomb.   ​    While I’m not sure who or what is doing the breaching into this reality but I don’t much care all I know is that I want to see oh so much more.  There is something about a creature feature that ignites the readers mind, imagination and creativity like no others can.  That this is so intelligently written with stellar characterisation and phenomenally brilliant interiors is all you need to know to fully enjoy this!

[theliterateape]

Call Thru The Metal

By Dana Jerman

The following fiction was written as a stylistic response to the novel Nightwood penned by Djuna Barnes in 1935.

THE LONELY LANDLORD LIVED ON A LUCIOUS AVENUE, but in his queer heart he was prone to jealousies. It was why his marriage had not worked. It was a struggle-and-compromise formation.

And the perfect tree-lined way glittered on day after elysium-colored day. These grasping feelings came from the notion that time was constantly playing gentle tricks on his then-benign intensities and dispositions. Perhaps too some issue came in the form of no frugality in the information he chose to gather, which leads one to feel embarrassingly overwhelmed and nearly completely impenetrable to jokes and jocularities. His wife was prone to effete witticisms. They were, the pair, hopelessly incompatible.

So there was the existence of an early love letter she had written about the scenes and trials of their courtship. It lay open on a side table in the library. It was not a thing that had been opened in a long while, and the Landlord did not know how it got there, but there it was all the same.

“And I have the memory of you coming over in a taxi. So late, to make love to me while a storm raged outside. And some of my favorite music played, which became your favorite. But then you had to go—so you went. Back into another taxi to a bed without me in it. Me to a bed without you, or your hard and yearning kiss.”

Events of this sort had been reoccurring in a harmlessly slight and insidious fashion for longer than he could remember. In the life of the Landlord, there were many a “Darling, I simply don’t know” and they had to be enough. They formed a sheen around his anger, but not an impermeable one. He could rise to meet the occasion of this emotional challenge with his perceptive attentions. But his body had other more nervous and mischievous ideas for the analysis and relief of the aforementioned psychic blocks.

✶

“I PICK THE HILLS,” She had said before leaving. And to think for even a moment she had been happy in a way he could not try or did not wish to steal away. She simply could not seem to wear anything humorous.

“My taste is displeased.” He had uttered thoughtlessly one day as she was dressing. He wanted to take the statement back almost immediately. When the flash of her eyes grew dark and brave he then lost all chance at redemption.

And how closely one factor predicts another in a side-shot look. This is the endless-father correlation. The thin-sliced experiment of his smile he counts as service. Daddy is a title that means all-judgement-no-forgiveness. The one chance at intimacy ruined by absence: Away on natural life for the stabbing death of his wife. Not the landlord’s mother however, that woman is also dead. But no one ever found her body…

Oh wives and their legends, Papa would say. Here was the astounding paradoxical implicit association test of a man who went to Yale then on well-directly to replace beerkeg compression units. Meanwhile collecting remote controls and antiquated batteries and used to run a street sweeper between jobs.

Somehow the glistening ignorant city left him as impotent as a bug.

He employed murder to match the white cross-dresser’s work in the dancehall. Completing the gaudy poem of their oozing hips. Caustic gains in worths of the ill-described are thus: A moaning laugh. Cough. Someone loses a shoe in the park. No one drowns but a few get wet. One pukes when he finds the homicide.

And the tendril is the spark is the stem creeping a creep ominous and slow from the poisonous spotted orchid named malice. The tendril of disease sprawled to clutch at the softest tissue of the closest one.

Ah—it is how the small learn from those whose blood fates bloom large in their own.

✶

THE LANDLORD’S WIFE. Now Ex-wife. She had two sisters.

She was one of a set of identical triplets. They were prized for the very product of their existence. Their mother was an heiress. Their father was a writer of much loved novels. The first time the Landlord saw his Ex-wife’s sisters was in a family portrait. He came very suddenly down with an atrocious case of basorexia. He swelled with guile from a sinister prospect.

If you had inquired of the Ex-wife to describe her landlord, she might see fit to call him a filthy Pan. Evil-grinning satyr who cares for no one. Immune to certain sensational transferences in the name of a push-button sex drive and the will to kill.

She would say something cryptic like “his best sketches were done in the hospital.” And it would mean bits. Any creative impulse he grasped or even momentarily exercised were masturbatory self-portraits in cum. Or they were the exorcism of insulting passes as the female staff on days when he was most warmed over with pain and injections. (The Landlord was pre-diabetic and had dirty kidneys as well as a predisposition to gout.)

The Ex-wife would say this only after she was slain at his hand, however, because she had deemed him previously to be too soft. Too much infused of a guilty-staring complex to be capable of such a thing.

But those nights alone while the landlord sucked treatments from fluid bags into his veins, they became projections to live over and over. She was like an already dead soul, keen and trenchant in the quiet under an authentic moon. She entreated the afterlife for its embrace. Summum bonum by the Bete Noire. She held the hands of her neverborn children and heard their whispers reveal projections of the adaptive unconscious. “You are very brave to be here,” They said. Confirming all stratospheric transferences with the long, direct looks from their dark levels of brow and eyes. She knew her sisters were in danger then, but not how or why.

Alas, defamation carried in the mind does no great good to anyone beyond. Verbalized estimations, however inane, to one and from one who consider themselves to be in possession of their better faculties ought to be shared.

✶

THE EX-WIFE WAS NOT BURIED IN THE LOAMY SWAMP at the back of the local zoo for a full day when the landlord, kept out in the park to think, ran into the second sister and her husband.

They inquired eagerly after his person and their own blood kin whom he claimed was home with pneumonia and recovering with a lot of sleeping. Assuaging them tho’ he could barely keep the glee from his voice. A glee saturated with new reason. For now, the life worth living the most for the Landlord was not without murder.

And seeing his Ex-wife’s twin strolling with her beau, he could picture her sweet face in its revelatory convulsions brought on my masturbating with her favorite ivory handled letter opener. Bone-shaped handle down as the business end, of course. Here another Ex-wife shape who probably championed very similarly in the morbid throes of enacted lust. And here she was accompanied by a man whose shirt matched her dress. Seriously.

“His shirt matched her dress,” he said aloud to himself as he passed, taken up suddenly with the true and profound absurdity of life as if he was in a whole-lie-wood film. No gunspinner of the wild west here. Just the primed experiment of an officious wheedling coward. Passing poorly along his doomed life like a preened rat who cannot find its way beyond the wine cellar.

And so it was under the guise of a brief and barely meditated gathering of the remaining two sisters at the Landlords behest and exquisite dwelling place. Alerted to the notion that his wife had gone missing from within a sick delirium.

The sisters had made the mistake of coming alone. As soon as they had gathered near to the fireside and taken up the miniature snifters of cognac from the hands of their host, it was then in a few abrupt slightly ridiculous curving motions their throats were slashed and eyes punctured by two separate antique steak knives that were pretty much lying around the back of a kitchen drawer not being used at all.

Not much later, he had no trouble surrendering to the man whose shirt had so perfectly matched the dress.