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quirklessidiot · 4 years ago

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Title: coward :: obliviousness Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion

Synopsis: Atsumu seems nicer these days and you seem to see him more than before. Meanwhile, your kids meet someone they probably shouldn’t have.

notes:

three more chapters till the end!!! I’m so happy by all of the love! really! its definately been one of my favorite fanfictions to write since its angsty and im in love with angst stories skjsksksksks

i think this chapter is the shortest one amongst the rest idk shhshshshs anyways i hope yall still love it wuwuwuwu. Hope you all are doing well and ilyasm!!!! have a gweat day!!!

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You thought you’d never see Miya Atsumu again but here he was, in your son's sports club, helping out Sugawara. Wasn’t it supposed to be volleyball season? What was he doing here? Helping the kids and picking up volleyballs? Didn’t he hate kids?

“...We train every morning and I personally train every night. You know my sched, it's what I did back then in college too.” He shrugs nonchalantly, “Plus I wanted to personally apologize to the brats too because of what ‘samu and I did.”

You tilt your head in curiosity, “What did younger Miya-san do?”

“Beat’s me, your brat told me that ‘samu made you cry when he confronted you,” he blinked, recalling the first meeting he had with the kid, come to think of it, they did had a pretty good reason to be wary of him from the start, “Must’ve said something really shitty if you cried, L/N-san. You never cried except that night at the frat party when I first actually got to talk to you.”

Nostalgia hits you when you recall that day, it was a shitty day indeed. The only upside was seeing and talking to Miya Atsumu for the first time and getting him to bandage your leg.

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed.” the blonde stated, wiggling his eyebrows, “He’s just overprotective sometimes which is weird since we used to get into fist fights. Doesn’t excuse him for being an asshole to ya though.”

“He was being rational.” You expressed, watching him pick up the last volleyball.

“He has no right to though.” he retorted, annoyed that you were letting it slide, “Let’s be honest here, who did you left six years ago?”

“What-”

“You left me.” He cuts you off, giving you no chance to talk, you’d think he’d sound bitter by it but he anything but that. It was as if he was proving a point, “And I’ll admit I was angry at first by what you did and how it ended but that doesn’t give my friends and my brother the right to intervene. I’m not a fucking kid, I know what I got into when we started dating.”

“Miya-san, I-”

“So let me make it up to you, alright? Before we started dating, I was your friend first. Now that we’re both responsible adults and you’re a single mom at least let your friend help you. You can handle that shit right?” He replied but before you could even agree to him, your kids went out of the comfort room, fully changed to dryer clothes.

“Kaasan!” They yell in unison but immediately stop in their tracks when they see Miya Atsumu standing next to you.

“What’s this jiji doing here?” Yuuto spat out bitterly, looking the other way. The younger twin followed suit and looked the other way too, making Atsumu laugh and bend down to their level, “I heard from your kaasan that you like to eat cake. How about a truce? I know a good place that sells good cakes.”

Yuuto and Youta eyed him warily and you patted the oldest twin’s head, “Baby don’t you have something to say to Miya-san too?” your voice was softer towards him, Atsumu still couldn’t get used to your personality switch with the twins. He watches in amusement as the twin tries to sputter out a sorry.

“S-so...sorry…” he frowned, “I should’ve been a big boy and not call you names.”

“Youta, you too.” You urged the younger one.

The other twin frowned and also had trouble apologizing to him like his twin, “S-Sorry...I won’t do the same…” he apologized under his breath.

Atsumu couldn’t help but laugh at the dynamic they seem to have created, at least they weren’t as close-minded as they were before, “No sweat, kid.” He said, “I’m sorry for making you feel bad and for what my brother did too. Now, let’s get that cake shall we?”

You hold Yuuto on one hand and Youta on the other as you head to his car, after helping the kids at the backseat, he opens the front seat for you, “Oh, um…” You blinked, the sudden feeling of embarrassment creeped in, “You didn’t have to-”

He rolls his eyes in reply, “Get in, L/N-san. I don’t bite.”

The boys were quiet at the back first until Atsumu tried to strike a conversation with them, “What made you guys like volleyball?”

Youta, being the more open one, suddenly jumps on his seat, “ ‘Kaasan has an old volleyball at home! We saw it and started asking her about it!”

“Oh?” he stops at the traffic light and stares at you, quite surprised since he never pegged you to keep something of his after the break-up, “Didn’t know you kept my old memorabilia with you.”

Yuuto’s eyes seem to widen when he hears that, “No way, that was yours?” he sputters out, shocked.

“Yeah.” he laughed, starting the car again when the light turned green, eyes crinkling in amusement, “Your ‘kaasan and I used to be very close before. I used to sleepover and leave some of my stuff at her place.”

“Hm.” you clicked your tongue, recalling those times when Atsumu would just come in your home unannounced like you both lived together, “He was incredibly all over the place and messy like you two.”

“Wow!” Youta grins, seemingly excited, “What was kaasan like, jiji? I bet she was super nice and caring and a super good friend!”

The look of amusement never left his face as he agreed to the young boy, the rest of the ride was filled with Youta being overly-excited and asking Atsumu about you during college and about how you met him, “We were in the same class.” You replied, seemingly indifferent by it. You were used to this question before.

“Nope.” He replied, popping the p, an amused smirk worming its way to his face as he recalls differently since he never told you how he met you, “I saw your mom around a lot during the first few months of school.”

You were turned silent by his story, you didn’t know this part. You always thought that the first time you and Atsumu got acquainted was in that minor class you took during the second semester, “...I had also accidentally hit your mom with one of my serves while she was looking for a friend.” He recounts, parking the car in front of a very aesthetically-looking cake shop.

Your brows furrowed in deep thought, that was him? How come-

“Your ‘kaasan’s too famous, she probably doesn’t even remember the minimal interaction we had.” he joked, feigning hurt.

“Wow mom, I bet you must’ve hated jiji when he hit you with those super powerful serves!”

“She probably would if she remembered.”

You take the kids out of the car but Youta was still too entranced by Atsumu that he went ahead and wobbled next to him. The tall volleyball player was nice enough to match the younger one’s pace as they walked towards the shop, “Traitor.” You heard Yuuto mutter as you trailed behind him.

“I thought you forgave him.”

“Won’t stop watchin’ at him though, ‘kaasan.”” He grumbled but you can tell he was starting to slowly soften up to the blonde.

Atsumu (after much persistence) paid for the cakes and even got you a sugar-free one, Youta was very elated as soon as his cake was served and Yuuto was muttering something about how unfair it was as he started to stuff on hiw own slice, the blonde laughed at the contrasting personalities. They were so alike yet so different at the same time.

It reminded him so much of ‘samu and him back then.

“Oh, wait a moment. I have to pick up this phone call. Would you mind watching them for a sec?” You asked, Atsumu shakes his head to the side and he watches you exit the shop and take the call, the familiar expression of your creased forehead and narrowed eyes coming into play.

“Jiji, have you ever met our otosan?” Youta suddenly asks.

Atsumu feels his heart waver, this was such a heavy topic to ask but Youta didn’t seem to know the weight of his words. Yuuto was quiet this time too, observing him intently, the blonde setter suddenly cleared his throat, “I heard your kaasan met your otosan right after she graduated early and left me suddenly.” he tried to smile, looking unaffected, “So no, I haven’t met him.”

“Is that why you're mad at ‘kaasan?” Yuuto suddenly asks, head tilt to the side, “Because she left you su-suddenly?” The boy seemed to have a problem with longer words but he seemed very perceptive for his age. ‘Gee, were kids always this nosy?’ the blonde setter thought.

“Did your mom tell you that?” Atsumu lilted, dodging the question well, munching on his cake.

“She said that she broke something really bad that you owned.” Yuuto disclosed, brows furrowed together as if he was thinking very hard about what you said, “And that she deserved it”

Silence engulfed the table for a moment as he felt his throat dry up with the new load of information, “Your ‘kaasan is a very strong woman,” he began. The boy's eyes,especially Yuuto’s, lights up at the compliment they heard, “And she doesn’t deserve anything bad. So when someone tries to do something bad to her, even me, make sure you give’em a good spike.”

“Really?”

“Really, kiddo.” He hums in agreement, “You have to protect your ‘kaasan since your otosan isn’t here anymore.”

Youta’s eyes flicker at the mention of their father, “Jiji, you’re so funny.” he laughs very suddenly.

Atsumu’s brow upturns at the sudden statement of the twin.

“Otosan isn’t dead.” Atsumu feels his shoulder tense at those words, it seems like the twins were giving him such a field day today with questions and new information, “ ‘Kaasan says that he’s off somewhere following his dreams and he’ll come back soon.”

Atsumu wants to ask about a lot of things.

He wants to ask about what Youta said, he wants to ask who the fucking asshole was, he wants to ask why you’re waiting for him when he left you hanging by a thread there with two kids.

He really does but when he drops you off at your home and a sudden troubled expression graces your features when you see an older woman standing there, he knows that it isn’t the right time. Instead, he quietly says goodbye and watches the interaction closely from a distance. A bit of worry filling him since he didn’t like that expression you were showing.

The twins didn’t seem to know who the older woman was but judging by her body language she knew you very well.

Come to think of it, her features were very familiar. Cold eyes, (h/c) hair, a very familiar facial feature.

Could it be-

“Y/N…” she tries to call out but you immediately walk past her, paying her no attention. He feels nervous, “Y/N, please don’t ignore me. I’m your okaasan-”

Suddenly he realizes why he has never met your family at all.

Judging by the interaction he sees, you were anything but close with them and that your relationship with them was stagnant (it probably worsened since you got kids at an early age and the father left you to dry). The kids probably don’t even know who that woman was, you continue to ignore her as you sons look at her warily.

When she starts to get physical, he gets out of the car and tries to stop the women from getting any closer to you and the boys, “What are you doing? Don’t you know who I am-” the woman tries to yell her way through but the blonde notices how you flinch away from her as soon as you hear her loud voice and hide the kids behind you as if you were protecting them.

“She doesn’t want to see you or have her near her kids, so please leave before I call security.” Atsumu tried to calm the situation down, not wanting to raise his voice, he could be wrong about his assumptions and he didn’t want to let your mom see him in a bad light.

“You don’t understand-”

“Obaasan.” his voice was anything but nice and friendly now, he wanted to try and respect the woman who brought you to this world, he really does, but right now he wouldn’t mind calling the cops on her if she resorted to making a scene here, “Please leave before I call for security.”

Your mother grips on her expensive handbag tight and with one last glance to you, she immediately walks away. You don’t notice how you’re shaking and that Youta is crying behind you while Yuuto is trying his best to calm his twin down by insulting him and calling him a crybaby.

“L/N-san, are you-”

“I’m fine.” You cut him off, taking in a few deep breaths to calm you down, “I’m fine.”

He grabs your wrist and stares at you dead in the eye, “You’re shaking, Y/N.” He suddenly says your name softly, you're scared that if he goes nearer, he’d hear your ranging heart beat so you take a step further back and let go of his hold.

Atsumu narrows his eyes and tightens his lips at your response but decides against it, instead he turns to Youta and Yuuto, “I have a game next week and I got extra tickets, would you like to watch? The adlers and I will be playing, I heard one of ya likes Tobio-chan so much.”

Youta finally stops crying as soon as he hears the mention of free tickets and turns to a bundle of excited energy. Yuuto even starts jumping up and down at the mention of Kageyama Tobio.

Atsumu still has a lot of questions for you though, about your family, why you haven’t mentioned them, or the fact that their asshole of a father just left you to fulfill his dreams (he’s angry, very angry especially about this one) yet when he sees the small smile on your lips as you watch your kids jump up and down.

He holds back.

Those questions can wait another day.

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eddedneddy · 3 years ago

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all of them vezzie 💙

hello vezzie, i am late as usual </3

0: Height

5'9

1: Age

2: Shoe size

7.5/8 i guess

3: Do you smoke?

i used to, now i only smoke cigars occasionally. i hate the taste and i look like a tool when i do it. i don't know why i do it.

4: Do you drink?

yea sometimes

5: Do you take drugs?

nop

6: Age you get mistaken for

i dont wanna know. i usually try to say how old i am as soon as possible so people dont try and guess and say some shit like 57

7: Have tattoos?

no, but only because im a coward.

8: Want any tattoos?

i was actually thinking of getting "despite everything, it's still you" tattooed. on my foot, so i can keep it hidden all the time. because im a coward.

9: Got any piercings?

my ear piercings close </3

10: Want any piercings?

eeeeeh. maybe one day? idk.

11: Best friend?

best friend!!

12: Relationship status

singlè

13: Biggest turn ons

agreeing with me that WANT by 3OH!3 is one of the best albums of all time. Even just lying about it to make me happy.

14: Biggest turn offs

Telling me i'm lame because i cry when COLORADOSUNRISE comes on in WANT by 3OH!3

15: Favorite movie

tie between napoleon dynamite and ed edd n eddy big picture show

16: "I'll love you if..."

you can cook. call me lame. dont care.

17: Someone you miss

edatlin on youtube in his tutorial era

18: Most traumatic experience

I accidentally stepped on my old cat's tail pretty hard once. The look on her cat face was so strong it conveyed the emotions of fear, hurt and betrayal better than any human face ever could. I would have sawn my foot off in front of her to prove i was sorry, but she hid from me for the rest of the day.

19: A fact about my personality

i'm still trying to understand whether i suffer from some kind of impostor syndrome or if i really just suck that bad

20: What I hate most about myself

I cyclically go from overly excited about stuff, to the point of being annoying, to extremely disillusioned and pessimistic. it's gotten better over time and i'm still trying to work on handling it, but it's pretty tiring

21: What I love most about myself

I just dyed my hair blonde and look pretty cool

22: What I want to be when I get older

retired

23: My relationship with my sibiling(s)

i have a younger brother and we only communicate by throwing fake punches at each other. he's one of my fav people

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

mutual tacit disappointment

25: My idea of a perfect date

Going out for dinner somewhere not fancy but overdressed nonetheless, spending the rest of the night on a bench making fun of everyone else and being tools but like, /lh and /pos.

26: My biggest pet peeves

Badly sharpened pencils. If the tip doesn't draw blood at the lightest touch it's TRASH

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

I know I'm going to get bullied for this one so I'm going to skip it

28: A description of the person I dislike the most

Frontman of incredibly overrated californian band "Red Hot Chili Peppers"

29: A reason I've lied to a friend

idk most frequent lie i tell my friends is "i'm on my way" when i'm really still in bed

30: What I hate the most about work/school

having to wake up before 10 for it

31: what my last text message says

it's a series of way too long voice messages i don't feel like listening to right now

32: What words upset me the most

merriam-webster word of the day tier things like "lollygag" said unironically

33: What words make me feel best about myself

not a single word, but someone once asked me "why do you feel like you're disposable?" and the implication of it not being the case felt pretty nice

34: What I find attractive in women

Evil. Thinks I am stupid and wants to kill me. Blonde.

35: What I find attractive in men

Funny, chill, owns a ps2.

36: Where I would like to live

Near the sea in a warm place. there has to be a sand beach though, rocky beaches suck and don't count.

37: One of my insecurities:

i tend to stutter when i am nervous. every time it happens i have to fight the urge to just end the conversation and walk away

38:My childhood career choice

Screenwriter. I also remember wanting to be a traffic cop at some point. i dont know why

39: My favorite ice cream flavor

Nutella <3333

40: Who I wish I could be

Mike Patton............

41: Where I wish I could be

In the middle of the dammnn ocean rn. On a huge ship full of food and stuff that helps people not die when they're in the middle of the ocean. Just vibing. Looking at the sky then the waves then the sky then the waves again. Head empty.

42: The last thing I ate

Potato and vegetable omelette (one of the very few ways I can eat vegetables)

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately:

YOU!!!

44: A random fact about anything:

In some kinds of anglerfish, the male mates with the female by biting into her belly and basically burying his snout inside her skin until they fuse together. He gradually loses all organs needed to hunt and swim - like eyes and fins - until he essentially becomes a parasitic lump of flesh on the female's body. She provides him with nutrients, he provides her with sperm to procreate.

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pop - share an unpopular opinion you may have

the harry potter series gets actually pretty boring after like the third book/movie. i dont know if this is an unpopular opinion.

punk - last movie/tv show you watched

El superbeasto! (thanks again for the great rec vezzie <3)

classical - describe yourself in three words

Accomodating, absent-minded, fidgety

country - what are you passionate about?

music and animation mostly! Also, languages. I like adverbs a lot. I like to abuse them.

indie - what fictional character do you relate the most to & why?

donny from the big lebowski. i'm usually the friend who zones out while everyone else is talking, randomly comes to and asks what the conversation is about, gets told to shut up, zones out again and dies

edm - have you ever been to a concert? if so, what concert was your favorite one?

hard to choose, but if i had to i'd say dead cross! it was great to see mike patton in hardcore mode.

rap - what's your favorite meme?

today, ben shapiro memes. tomorrow, who knows.

jazz - what is your birthstone & star sign?

emerald & taurus. at least i think taurus' birthstone is emerald? it depends on the source. idk.

hip hop - whats your favorite food?

sushi. im a basic bitch. but i really really love raw fish and meat in general.

latin - do you believe in the paranormal?

hell yeaaaaa gimme all your ghost stories!!

r&b - describe your best friend

smart, resourceful, inspiring, huge potential, criminally low self-esteem

gospel - are you a morning person or a night person?

i love early mornings as a concept, but having pretty bad insomnia i usually have to stay up until ungodly hours and try to get as much sleep as i can whenever i can in the morning. Night Time, My Time

opera - how do you know you have a crush?

when i start feeling the need to listen to really sappy music and take 2 hour long aimless walks with my hands in my pockets stomping my feet unneccesarily hard on the ground like im 13

k-pop - what is something you never understood?

i actually still have issues reading analog clocks. i never really learned but i mean. who cares. they didnt invent the digital ones for nothing.

reggae - give me a song recommendation

Jinkx Monsoon - Cartoons and Vodka

thank you vez <3

#ask game #asks #bella vez

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starsbythepocketful12 · 4 years ago

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headcanons cause i’m in flarrie hours

they are THE couple when it comes to halloween costumes

all their outfits for big events (parties, gigs where dirty candy and/or jatp perform) are coordinated

carrie my femme queen & flynn my nonbinary lesbian darling

go to protests & marches together

flynn lends carrie books by her favorite Black female authors & carrie lends her books by her favorite sapphic poets

they make playlists about each other but the other doesn’t know they do it (julie & kayla are the only ones permitted to know of the existence of these playlists & have been sworn to secrecy, though julie has a strong suspicion carrie also makes playlists about flynn and vice versa)

have a joint pinterest account for their wedding moodboard

carrie adopted a tiger cub and named it flynn for their three month anniversary

they go to the mall together every other weekend and shop, which they both love to do and when they get home they always model the new outfits they bought

flynn squeals every time they see a dog in public and always runs over and asks if they can pet it and carrie always watches her with such a fond look that the owner almost always makes a comment on what a lovely couple they are or asks how long they’ve been together (something that has actually been happening since even before they were dating, and back then you can imagine the flustered ness it caused)

flynn often comes to watch dirty candy rehearsals, cheer them on, make sure they’re staying hydrated/taking snack breaks and that carrie’s not overworking herself

carrie is the first person that flynn tells she wants to DJ professionally and carrie gets her her first gig

eventually flynn gets into producing as well and ends up making a track for carrie, who writes lyrics to it and it becomes dirty candy’s most successful song to date

carrie says i love you first one saturday afternoon while they’re watching a movie on flynn’s computer in her room. flynn laughs at a joke and carrie looks over at her, her beautiful, incredible girlfriend, and simply can’t resist the urge to say it

flynn’s shocked into silence so carrie panics and leaves and doesn’t answer flynn’s messages

that night flynn shows up at the wilson mansion and throws rocks at carrie’s window until she comes out

flynn is upset with carrie for running out and ghosting her and carrie’s trying to defend herself so they argue but then flynn interrupts carrie by kissing her and breathlessly saying, “i love you.” carrie kisses her and not another word on it is said

carrie steals flynn’s hats

they’re not really PDA-y, they just happen to engage in a lot of unconscious, casual affection, like flynn often absentmindedly intertwines their pinkies and carrie doesn’t realize her arm is around flynn’s shoulders until she’s doing it

even after months of dating will still flirt like they’re in their enemies who are secretly very attracted to e/o era

flynn really loves art, particularly murals, so she drags carrie to a lot of gallery openings and museums

at one point when flynn’s going through a hard time carrie enlists all their friends for help making a giant mural full of drawings of things that make her happy

flynn happy cries when she sees it and is pretty much always seen hugging carrie for the rest of that night

only really cuddle when one (or both) of them is sleepy, though flynn does often sit on carrie’s lap

before starting to date, carrie would tease flynn for having stuffed animals during their sleepovers at flynn’s until they started dating and flynn started spending more time at carrie’s and flynn discovers that her girlfriend’s a little hypocrite

flynn has a younger sister and brother (sister is six, brother is four) and they absolutely ADORE carrie and think she’s the coolest and carrie thinks they’re the cutest

flynn’s like no they’re little demons and carrie’s says who says demons can’t be cute? you once called me a demon right, and im cute, aren’t i? and flynn rolls her eyes and fights back a smile

flynn also has a college aged older sister who she looks up to a lot, like that’s her hero and absolute role model, so naturally carrie’s terrified to meet her, and though she tries to appear intimidating at first, she can’t keep up the act for long and starts being friendly with carrie pretty much right away

one day they’re supposed to go on a date but carrie’s sick and forgot to text flynn telling her not to come so flynn shows up at her house but stays anyway to look after her

flynn reads to her and makes her soup

trevor & flynn play video games while carrie naps

flynn makes jewelry in her free time and consults carrie for her thoughts on every piece (in junior year she starts selling them at school & turns out to be quite the entrepreneur)

they have an inside joke about cosmo and wanda

a couple of the dirty candy members sometimes jokingly flirt with flynn and are like “watch out! we’re gonna steal your girl!” and carrie gets possessive and apologizes for it pretty quickly but flynn thinks it’s hot so it works out pretty well

will watch bad rom coms to make fun of straight people and throw popcorn at the screen when they get together

pet/nick names: care, baby, babe, love, (from carrie to flynn who shuts down upon hearing it) honey, (flynn to carrie, who becomes very giddy the first time flynn says it in a text message) sweetheart

if you couldn’t tell before they ofc have an enemies to friends to lovers arc

move in together after graduating, neither planning on going to college (julie goes to berkeley and nick some other place in california where they have lacrosse cause that’s the sport he plays right) and their parents think it’ll be a disaster but it actually goes really well

the first couple of weeks they fight more, all petty arguments mostly out of the stress of moving, but they always talk it out

it doesn’t take long for them to be happy they’re living together and feel really glad they took that step

two years after graduating flynn gives her a promise ring

carrie cries her eyes out and replies “of fucking course, you dumb fuck” when flynn asks if she’ll take it

ten years later carrie’s a successful pop star/choreographer & flynn’s a record breaking producer/DJ and they’re about to buy a house when they realize they never got married

it’s just a moment where they’re relaxing together on the couch and suddenly are like. oh

and proceed to burst out laughing

it’s a small ceremony, thrown together in just three weeks

carrie wears a short, light pink dress with a heart cutout in the back that would probably be more suited for a high school sophomore’s spring fling but no one cares

flynn wears a suit, and is walked down the aisle by her older sister

they both tear up upon seeing each other and sob through the vows (the traditional pre written ones, they wrote vows for each other but they recite them to the other when they’re alone, so it’s something special only they can share)

julie & kayla are the maids of honor, nick and alex are the best men

julie & luke’s five year old hernando is the ring bearer & alex and willie’s three year old umi is the flower child

trevor, flynn’s older sister and parents cry

even flynn’s now teenage younger siblings, who as of late have often been stereotypically cynical and moody shed tears

jatp perform at the reception (they have also become a hit band at this point)

when they get back from the honeymoon the first thing they do is get a dog

they adopt a golden doodle rescue named stella

a couple years later they start talking about kids and look into getting a sperm donor

because they love being competitive they do little games to decide who will be the one to carry the baby

it’s all jokes though, they decided at the start of the process that it would be flynn for the first kid and carrie for the second

but then SURPRISE flynn has twins

a boy and a girl named tyler and ollie (who’s who i won’t tell you cause fuck gender)

they don’t even talk about carrie getting pregnant now cause they’re busy with the babies and trying to manage their careers but one night, when the kids are eight, and flynn has just flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh after putting them to bed, carrie puts down her kindle and quietly says that she wants another kid.

they talk for hours because while flynn wants another kid too, when you’re both celebrities with demanding jobs and people constantly trying to peer into your life, that decision involves even more factors

they decide to have another kid and carrie chooses to take a step back from her career for now-she’ll return to it eventually but for now she wants to be able to just be a parent without worrying about work and not have to deal with the guilt that comes with working when she feels like she should be being a parent

though the kids have always been their main priority and they have done quite well dividing their time between work and being with them, and have done decently shielding them from the public eye (majority of the pictures of ollie & tyler that the public has are blurry candids, and the few high quality ones are from when they were three and they no longer look like that anyway so it’s all good)

it’s a harder process for carrie to get pregnant as she’s almost 40 and flynn was 31 when she had tyler and ollie

but it happens though they’re careful about choosing the sperm donor-even briefly consider asking reggie or nick-because with this kind of thing there’s always the risk that other parent could track down where their kid ended up and want to be a part of that kid’s life later on which is uber complicated for many reasons so they get those scary possibilities out of the way by just finding someone who they know wants to be in the child’s life

preston choi, a thai & korean american mathematics professor ends up being their guy

he’s immensely genuine, sweet, respectful, polite, and gentlemanly

when he came out at fifteen his parents kicked him out of the house

it was a long and difficult journey but they’re in a decent place now

but it’s not the family he wants to have and he’s tried but has yet to find a partner

but doesn’t want to wait to have kids so here he is, more than happy to co parent with flynn and carrie

so that’s what they do! tyler and ollie become big siblings to miles wilson-choi on december 10th, 2044

miles grows up in the most multicultural home ever, being fluent in 4 languages (English, AAVE, Spanish thanks to their tia julie, Korean, and Thai) all their life

tyler & ollie welcome preston and miles into the family with open arms, as well as the addition of korean and thai cuisine to the already amazing dinner tables they had of soul and caribbean food

when miles is seven carrie goes back to work full time, with preston’s assurance that he’s got this when her and flynn are busy and tyler and ollie (who are now fifteen) promising they’ll help out as well

at that point the long awaited julie and the phantoms/carrie and flynn wilson collaboration FINALLY happens

flynn wins her 28th grammy for it, leaving her tied with beyoncé for most grammys won by any woman ever (its julie’s 14th, luke’s 6th, and carrie’s 12th, and the band’s collective 10th cause alex never did any solo projects and reggie released one country album but it didn’t win any grammys rip though it was nominated for 2 CMAs)

#whew this got away from me #im sorry idk why this ended up being so long #like i legitimately apologize #idk what happened #long post #jatp #julie and the phantoms #flynn jatp #carrie wilson #carrie jatp #flarrie #flarrie jatp #headcanons

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Girl I Met On The Internet, 1/? (Crystal x Gigi) - Strawberry

a/n: it’s me, the anon who was talking about writing a crygi stan twitter au. and as someone who has spent many hours on social media, i really enjoy reading social media aus so i decided to write one. my writing skills are rusty and i’m not sure how long this will end up being, but i hope you guys enjoy it regardless and stay for the (not really) wild ride! :-)

Crystal was very active on stan Twitter. Being an outcast at school with only friendly acquaintances, she used it to fill her need for the social interaction she was not getting in person.

That being said, she didn’t have a set group of Twitter friends yet. She was very friendly with all of her mutuals, having conversations on the timeline with a handful of them, but she had yet to make a deeper connection with anyone.

She had thought about joining a group chat, but they made her feel anxious. A lot of them have forty members! That seemed extremely overwhelming to her.

The poor girl had spent an hour one night weighing the pros and cons, and in the end, her desire for friendship beat her anxiety. She promised herself she would go out of her comfort zone and would rt the next group chat tweet she saw. Possibly. Maybe.

She had made that promise to herself on Tuesday. It was now Saturday, and Crystal had woken up pretty early, determined to finish writing a story for her creative writing class. It was unusual for her to be up before noon, but today just felt different. Once she finished it, she opened up a new tab and went to Twitter, curious to see if anyone was awake. Jan was.

jan! • @.arisjantasy

rt to be in a random group chat!!

requirements:

just be nice! :)

adding the first 10 people who rt!

There were 6 rts already, so Crystal hit rt as fast as she could to reserve her spot. Jan was very nice, possibly the nicest mutual Crystal had ever made; if Crystal was forcing herself to join a group chat, one made by Jan would be ideal.

Nervous, Crystal switched tabs, going to YouTube. Because it was so early, none of her favorite creators had uploaded anything new. She ends up clicking on an older video she had watched dozens of times. Halfway through the video, she gets a Twitter notification.

jan! has added you to a group.

jan!: hey guys!! :)

Crystal quickly types out an introduction and sends it.

crystal: hi! thank you so much for adding me. im crystal!

jaida: the queen of the gc has arrived. hi

crystal: hi jaida!

jan!: no problem, crystal. you seem very nice!

nicky: bonjour ;)

gigi: good morning everyone

gigi: nicky we get it ur french

Gigi was here? Crystal saw her on her timeline a lot, despite not following her. She was Jan’s best friend, but seemed very intimidating. She reminded Crystal of the girls at school who would call her not so nice names, but she hoped Gigi wasn’t like that since she was close with sweet Jan who didn’t have a mean bone in her body.

gigi: omg crystal hi

gigi: i don’t like 1d but u seem very nice it’s nice to meet u

Yes, it was 2020 and Crystal was still a One Direction stan account. She had lost hope that they would get back together ages ago, but she still supported all five of them. They were the only men she would ever love.

crystal: i can change that just give me a week SKSGFDS

jaida: i love zayn does that count

crystal: yes ma’am!

heidi: HEY! sorry i’m late!

jaida: oh, miss heidi made the cut?

heidi: 9th rt, bitch.

jan!: jaida be nice :((

jaida: No <3

gigi: dont play fight yet ur scaring crystal!!!

heidi: well. in that case.

heidi: crystal, tell us about yourself

jaida: pls.. i’m sick of these other hoes.. i’m a crystal stan now

jan!: :((

jan!: but yes crystal pls!

crystal: let’s see.. im crystal, im 16, a lesbian. i stan 1d, poppy, and i really like painting!! and thrifting!!

Crystal wasn’t expecting to feel included since they definitely had an established group already. Them being interested in hearing about her made her feel like she fit right in.

She really hoped they would end up liking her.

A week later, the group chat was going strong. Crystal, Jan, Jaida, Heidi, Gigi and Nicky were the only ones who ended up talking in the group, so they decided to kick everyone else out. Jaida had the pleasure of renaming their chat to “Elites Only” after that, which everyone approved of.

They opened Crystal into their friend group with open arms, which Crystal was incredibly thankful for.

Crystal loved them all, but Gigi had to be her favorite. They had all shared fun facts about each other after Crystal did, and Gigi had revealed that she was also a lesbian, but was only out online. She was a cheerleader also who loved fashion and design. her account was very put together, filled with pictures of girls Crystal would later find out are from America’s Next Top Model.

Gigi fascinated Crystal.

The other girls were also pretty cool. Jan was also a cheerleader who had high energy constantly. Jaida competed in beauty pageants, also had the pleasure of being the funniest person in the group. Heidi jokingly referred to herself as a ‘gamer girl’, but really only played the Sims 4. Nicky lived in France and had an odd obsession with sheep. Nicky also flirted with Gigi a lot and Crystal couldn’t tell if they were a thing or not. she didn’t know if Nicky was gay, but the thought that they were a thing made her feel sick to her stomach.

Crystal opened up her Twitter app on her way to school, seeing the last message to be sent was from Nicky, at nearly three in the morning.

nicky: i think you’re asleep for once due to the lack of noise.. weird and boring!

nicky: but anyway i hope you hoes have a good day <3

Crystal smiled and hearted the message.

crystal: someone wake up im boreeedddd

jan!: hey im in bio!! its boring :(

crystal: im walking to school lol

gigi: good morning jan and crystal bbs <3

Crystal knew she didn’t mean it like that, but it still made her soul leave her body. Naturally, she exited Twitter. This was far too much for eight in the morning. Far too early to address any of her feelings.

She had managed to go most of the morning without checking Twitter but eventually, after a bad encounter with one of the cheerleaders in her history class, Crystal gave in to her urges and checked her phone to try to cheer herself up.

Definitely a bad idea.

nicky: i want to post selfies before i go to bed

nicky: you all will support yes?

gigi: YES BABE!!!

Babe? Crystal wants to cry.

jaida: i need your beauty on my tl now

crystal: yeah i wanna see what you look like

Crystal feels stupid. She’s known Gigi for a week; she doesn’t even know what Gigi, let alone the rest of them look like. Crystal thinks it’s far too early to catch feelings for someone on Twitter.

Nicky posts her selfies, and Crystal quickly confirms that she’s one of the most gorgeous women on the planet. No wonder Gigi was probably dating her.

She goes back onto the timeline, only for it to be filled with nothing but Gigi hyping up Nicky.

gigi • @.jennerbitch

NICKY OH MY FUCJKING GO D??

gigi • @.jennerbitch

MY LITERAL WIFE WTF

gigi • @.jennerbitch

IM GAY!!!!!!

Well, that confirmed what she had suspected.

Once Crystal got home from school, she types out a tweet before throwing her phone on her bed, distracting herself with homework.

crystal • @.mitamcrystal

sad girl hours :(

She checked her phone first thing in the morning out of habit. There were tons of messages from the group chat, as usual, but also a message outside of the group chat.

From Gigi.

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #jan sport #jaida essence hall #heidi n closet #nicky doll #crygi #lesbian au #high school au #social media au #girl i met on the internet #strawberry #submission #s12

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pattylittledistance · 5 years ago

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Why you should listen to... As It Is!

As It Is (/\\\) are a British-American band formed in 2012 and have released four EPs, three full length albums and one re-imagined album. (from left to right: Alistair Testo, Patrick Foley, Patty Walters, Ronnie Ish)

their music is just incredible. Patty means every single word he sings, and all of it just makes you Feel something

and every album has different vibes but it all feels like them, you know?

like i could hear any one of their songs and be like , ‘yeah that’s patty and ben!’ but still know which album it was

the EPs (Two Track, Blenheim Place and This Mind Of Mine) are pretty raw and powerful

Never Happy, Ever After is really pretty and energetic, and lyrically is pop-punk at it’s purest

okay. is probably the most pop oriented of all of the albums, and makes you want to sing or dance or cry

The Great Depression is the most recent album, and it’s fascinating how most other bands move from darker music to lighter, whereas As It Is went completely the other way, from colourful bright pop-punk in okay. to full emo in The Great Depression

basically what im saying is that they have an album for most vibes

NH,EA is for road trips and rebelling

okay. is for nostalgia and trust and healing and learning to love

TGD is for screaming at injustice and grief and hurting

they approach topics with a lot of stigma and handle them well, like mental health and toxic masculinity/gender stereotyping.

they’re not glorifying or romanticising mental health issues like many other bands, they’re dealing with it logically and showing every side of the issue.

A couple songs that focus on mental health: Can’t Save Myself, Okay, No Way Out, Soap, Until I Return, The Reaper, The Truth I’ll Never Tell, The Haunting and The Hurt, The Hope

Patty is very vocal about going to therapy and talks about the importance of it in a few interviews, as well as the band contributing to mental health charities

‘I promise I'll fight but I can't promise that I'll be fine’

And in terms of addressing toxic masculinity, one of their most powerful songs, in my opinion, is The Stigma (Boys Don’t Cry), and the music video for it is just as strong.

youtube

it basically features the band at military school and being told to man up and fit social stereotypes (tw for violence tho if you’re not into that)

Plus patty and ben just look hella pretty with nail polish and makeup

A few songs to say ‘fuck the world’ to: Cheap Shots And Setbacks, The Great Depression, The Wounded World and The End.

Patty grew up doing covers of Sleeping With Sirens and My Chemical Romance songs, so if you like those kinds of things his youtube channel is brilliant

Also by Patty on youtube: you know that video of Brendon Urie getting hit in the face with bread? That was him

and on a personal note, As It Is mean a hell of a lot to me. They sing about my home town, which I haven’t visited in years, in The Coast Is Where Home Is and January and encapsulate how I feel about my own brother in Hey Rachel. Every word Patty has sung resonates with me, and I am so glad to have found them.

‘I urge you to treasure your naivety, your stupidity and to truly live before you die.’

#ryan recs #as it is #patty walters #ronnie ish #alistair testo #patrick foley #ben langford-biss #never happy ever after #okay.#the great depression #two track #blenheim place #this mind of mine #music recommendation #pop-punk #emo

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istgimamess · 4 years ago

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Moodboard Ship(s): NCT and TXT...

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"...hiii my love !! how are you ? i hope you're well ashaja it is now my turn to threaten so yes you better be well or else 🔪 aahha.

may i get a moodboard ship with nct and txt please ? if not two then either of them is fine love !! thank you so muchh you're absolutely an angel and im so happy to have you as a friend. we need to talk more truly..."

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In NCT I ship you with...

Jaehyun!

Your moodboard:

“Why do I get the feeling our relationship is backwards?” he asks as he wanders into your room, shrugs his jacket off, and hangs it over the back of your desk chair. You stare at his back, perplexed. Why was he here? “Isn’t it usually the girl who always wants to talk about feelings and the guy who bottles everything up inside?” he continues, his words finally catching up to you. Relationship? Feelings?

“I don’t bottle things up,” you shoot back, unable to clearly process the deeper meaning behind his words. Well, there is an imaginary box you like to hide things in, but that’s different—you think, in afterthought. “Right.” he responds, concurring. You can practically taste the sarcasm, his usual honey-like voice dripping with it.

“Why—” you clear your throat, “Why are you here?” There’s a brief pause—not too long, but still long enough for your palms to begin to garner sweat. “Give me the setting sun, and I’ll be a richer man than most.” his voice is soft, almost as if he’s whispering. His hand reaches back in a swift motion, and he’s pulling off his shirt. As pure reflex you lower your gaze, but not before catching sight of his wings. They flutter momentarily, the sheer pink reflection catching in the setting sun. “For never have I seen gold like that which glows above the earth. Give me the night sky, and I’ll be the richest man for sure. For never have I seen diamonds like those that dance beside the moon.” he continues, back still facing you. You just barely recognize the scripture, fae are an ancient breed who take tradition very seriously. They have scriptures for everything—some more important than others. Your gut tells you this specific scripture is important. You begin to panic, wracking your brain for any clue as to what he’s saying to you—what he means.

And that’s when you see it, tucked beneath his left shoulder blade, almost hidden by his wing. A tattoo. Tattoos, to fae specifically, are much more than body art. They’re not meant for fun, they’re a declaration. A promise. A vow. You swallow your shock, narrowing your eyes to get a better look at the art. It’s small, delicate—but it also sticks out amongst his smooth, wide back. You open your mouth to question him but your words die in place, your tongue suddenly feels thick, heavy in your mouth. It’s your name—the intricate design, the complex lines. This was more than a friend showing another friend some body art. This was a confession of the highest degree. A confession a fae of royalty should not be making to a simple human.

“That’s incredible, Jaehyun. It is. But—" you swallow loudly in the quiet room, your heart jumping erratically in your chest.

“No." He turns around. "No buts. You think I'm going to hurt you? You think I'm going to get bored and run off with some undergrounder, some fairy, the first chance I get?” his eyes are piercing, dark with frustration. “You obviously have no idea how amazing you are. You are incredible, and I want you.” you take a step back, suddenly overwhelmed by his proximity, what he’s saying. “Every part of you. I want your stubbornness and your sarcasm and your competitive spirit. I want you challenging me and fighting beside me.” His large hands settle around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You resist—holding your hand on his chest—keeping him at a distance. What if one of the guards saw? “I want to hold you and kiss you and so much more because there's no one else in the world who knows me like you do. You have always been the one for me, even when we couldn't stand each other.” he lowers his voice, and suddenly everything becomes much more intimate. “You're beautiful, and you're more intelligent than any fairy I've met. It just feels right when you're beside me. It feel like I've been lost in the desert for years, and...I've finally come home.” he finishes, winded like he’s ran a marathon.

His dark eyes trace your features, gently removing your hand from his chest, closing the distance between you slowly. And, instead of fighting it like you should, you close your eyes and let yourself go. You feel the muscles of his shoulder beneath your hand. The frame his arms create is strong, secure, but you want those arms tighter around you. You want there to be no space at all between you.

As if reading your mind, he closes the distance. Tilting your chin up—his lips drawing you in—your breath becoming one. You want him so badly. You want to kiss him, laugh with him, cry with him, share every waking moment of your life with him because no matter how many awful things he's done in the past, you can't shake the undeniable feeling that when his arms are around you, you’re home.

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In TXT I ship you with...

Beomgyu!

Your moodboard:

“I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trelon. I have spent the night with the Duke of Death and left with both my sanity and my life.” he’s ranting now, his wide eyes holding you in place, hands frantically waving about. “I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during the day. I have talked to gods, slept with sirens, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.” you cock your eyebrow, patiently waiting for him to get to the point.

“You have to have heard of me.” he balks at your impassive expression.

“Your highness,” you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “I know who you are, I just don’t care.” The absolute shock that momentarily paints his handsome features has you holding back a laugh. “But—” now you do roll your eyes, already bored with the conversation.

“Your highness, I’m here to teach you—not indulge your ego. You’re going to be king soon—” he cuts you off, abruptly. “I do not wish to be king.” there’s an edge to his voice, a hard set to his jaw. You take a deep breath. “That doesn’t change the fact that you will be.” There’s a dark, forlorn and almost heartbreaking look in his eyes—it’s sudden and it’s gone as fast as it appeared—but it’s enough to stop you in your tracks. You swallow down the insult that was steadily making its way up your throat and you look at him, really look. Despite all of his accomplishments, if you wish to call sharing a chamber with a siren an accomplishment, he still just a kid. And suddenly your heart hurts for him,

“I once knew a troll who was heir to the throne of a great kingdom, he lived as a ranger and fought his destiny to sit on a throne but in his blood he was a king.” you say offhandedly, gazing out the large window to the east woodlands. You can feel the snap of his gaze on you. “I also knew a fae who was the king of a small kingdom, it was very small and his throne very humble.” you smile to yourself, remembering how delighted you were to meet such a respectable court. “He and his people were all brave and worthy conquerors.”

He takes a step towards you, you feel his eyes settle on your own—but you keep your gaze resolutely out the window. “And I knew a vampire who sat on a magnificent throne of a big and majestic kingdom, but he was not a king at all, he was only a cowardly steward.” you confessed quietly, suddenly overwhelmed by the memory of such a cruel ruler. Your eyes must reflect your feelings on the matter because the prince steps in front of you, cutting off your line of sight to the great woods. “Why are you telling me this?” he questions, his tone lowered to match yours.

You finally concede, looking up and catching his eyes. “Because I want you to know. You will be the king of a great kingdom, human or not—whether you want it or not—you will be the king, even if you live in naivety.” His gaze darkens as you turn around and reach for a book on the 9 woodland kingdoms, the kingdoms you’re meant to teach the prince about, thoroughly; the book is old and worn, it smells like burnt leaves. “My lady, I did not think you could answer it.” his voice cuts through the sudden silence. You tilt your head in his direction, for the first time, curious. “Answer what?” you voice, confusion etched in your features.

“Your calling, of course. When my father took you from your home without your leave—and set value only on your gift—I questioned your knowledge on the subject matter at hand.” he rounds the table, holding your gaze hostage. “But I am answered truly. You have given fair return for insult thrice over and set your worth: higher than my life and all my kingdom and all who live therein.”

He comes to a stop in front of you, yet again, this time much closer than before. “And though you can send my people to the fire, I can claim no debt to repay. It would be justly done.” his whispered words catch you off guard—the implication, the suggestion of a confession. You drop the book you’re holding, the noise echoing through the barren halls.

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@urirealvibekiller omggg you're sooo sweet 😍😭 I'm going to cryyy. But also? That knife threat sENT ME hahhahaa 😂

And no, YOUR an absolute angel! I can't get over how pretty you areeeee! Teach me your ways! 🥺

Lol I hope you like your moodboard ship(s) — It started out one way, and then I randomly got inspired by a fantasy cottage-core advertisement lmfaoooo sorry! 🥰

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jisokai · 6 years ago

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Hi! Could you write a Mystic Messenger imagine of Jumin with a fem!S/o who is struggling with insecurities of her personality and looks and is having thoughts of suicide and self harm? I've been having a really hard time with these things lately and often find myself having panic attacks and just being disgusted with myself for simple things like eating or even just talking (i feel annoying). I'm working on getting better and honestly any form of comfort would help right now ❤️

yes!!! im sorry this took so long!!! ilysm and hope youre feeling better by now! please feel free to DM me if youre feeling down, ive been there too

scenario - jumin with an mc whos struggling with insecurities [self harm & suicide TW]

its pretty easy to fall back into insecurities and shitty mindsets

and thats exactly what happened to you

you couldnt even look in the mirror without wanting to break it

and every time you were around someone else, youd question the way you act and try to adjust your personality

jumin took a notice to this

he noticed your time getting ready in the bathroom decreased significantly and you often paused during conversation and then changed your personality in a second

he likes things straight to the point, so he asks you upfront whats going on

but you dont wanna burden him or make him worry, so you try to reassure him that its only a minor thing and youre trying to get through it the best you can

he pushes you to keep going, saying that sharing the load is easier than carrying it all yourself

so you just give him the overall problem, not going in depth, but explaining that you dont feel the best about yourself and its taking a toll on how you act and see yourself in the mirror

hes pretty shocked??

his perfect mc feels insecure and unworthy?? how????

he assures you that he doesnt see you any less than perfect, he loves you so much and nothing will change that!

you thank him and end up in a sad hugging session, with him professing his love over and over and you almost to tears

he tells you he’ll be there for you and if it gets worse you should tell him

you just nod and make a promise to both him and yourself

but it still doesnt get better

you sit in the bathroom one day with a blade in your hand, nothing but impulses running through your head

you manage to let out a frustrated cry and throw it across the bathroom before you hurt yourself, but the urge is still there

jumin sees the razor on the floor that night while getting ready for bed and he puts it (along with any others laying around) in the garbage

it makes him realize how serious the situation is and that he needs to,, watch you a little better

but one day when he gets home, he sees you crying on the floor with your head in your hands and tears streaming down your face

he leaps to you, dropping everything to make sure youre okay

after confirming you didnt injure yourself, he pulls you into a tight hug, lifting you off the floor and into his lap on the couch

he doesnt want you cramped, so he fights your hands off your head and around his shoulders instead, and you just squeeze him tightly and cry into his shoulder while taking sporadic breaths

“hey, hey, love,, please calm down. i love you, deep breaths, deep breaths. are you okay? can you talk to me? would you like some water?”

when you finally calm down and follow his instructions, youre too stiff to do anything so you let out a croaky “no” to say you didnt want water

you just wanted him to hold you

when your grip finally loosens and you lean back to apologize embarrassingly, he just shakes his head and kisses you

he reminds you that hes here for your support and he wants you to rely on him

so you finally admit to everything

when you tell him about the frequent panic attack, his heart breaks and he feels so awful that he hasnt been there to help you calm down

and when you mention the self harm, he gives you a soft look

you can see the pain in his eyes when you tell him you think about taking your own life, how the problems wouldnt matter anymore because you wouldnt have to experience them, how you wouldnt have to feel the shame anymore

he just pulls you into a hug to apologize, “you’re so strong mc, please understand that. would you like me to stay with you to help you? i can try to get a professional to speak with you?”

you deny his offer and hes understanding, but still wants to help you

youre so perfect to him

after everything youve done for him, he cant see how you belittle yourself so much

“would you like to come to work with me? maybe you and jaehee could talk together, its a little suffocating to stay in the penthouse all day. maybe you could try to busy yourself a little?”

it makes you smile, seeing how confident hes gotten about your relationship, even encouraging leaving the building instead of making you stay all day

you just hug him tighter and thank him for everything

youre both so incredibly lucky to have each other and he will do everything you need him to so you can get better

aaa i hope you like it,, once again, please feel free to message me if youre feeling down and wanna talk! i love you all and it makes me so sad to know you struggle like this,,,

masterlist

#jumin han #jumin mysme #jumin mystic messenger #jumin x mc #jumin x reader #mystic messenger scenario #scenario #jumin scenario #headcanon #mystic messenger headcanon #rfa headcanons #jumin head

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sulpher · 5 years ago

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what do you call someone with a strong annoyance borderline hate of men specifically men who are incredibly (masculine) toxic but would be the shit out of anyone who tried to say a man could be assaulted, or that men should be belittled and mistreated like women?( a rant?)

I remember I got called a terf like maybe two or three months ago and it bothers me because I worry if I could be aligned in that horrible theory. I always thought the main core of terfism was that you are “ gender critical “ and you ironically just like the patriarchy don't think a woman could ever be smart enough to know the difference in literally - anything? i like trans woman too many folks...i like women - cis and trans...they're cute and awesome ...so like how could you not? Im bringing this up because as of late ive had a very angry and almost cold voice that respond when i see violence against women because people felt entitle to people bodies and just like school shootings and trumps camps I have to numb myself too it or otherwise i would literally go on a suicidal/homicidal spree. “ a women’s death is nothing in comparison to a man’s freedom. a woman;s discomfort is nothing in the way of a man entitlement “ I dont like that phrase. i feel like if come off to me as the epitome of femi nzai if that’s even a thing anymore since the men who hated them are most likely real nazis. Listen im 28 and stuck in a house with two men who double-crossed me and are only taking care of me because i decided to quit my job. im only in this house with someone who i thought was literally going to harm and someone who stolen moeny from me becuase as a soceity i have been mold to bend until i break and be gaslighted as “ an irrational fuhmal” not even human if i bring it up. its 2019 and im still tlaking to people who think its ok to count thier two stay at home mothers as an example of why women get paid less because they work less but tell em that the 50 women i work with at a company dont count becuase that’s my just my feelings and smirk and bring up “ toxic feminity” like that not a sub division of toxic masculinity - Because women DID NOT tell other women to compete with other women in order to get men Because women DID NOT teach other women that it’s ok to hit men and that men shouldn't cry Because other women DID NOT teach other women that men couldn't be raped, should always pay the bill Not in the beginning ...that was toxic masculinity but how dare I expect men to accountability for responsibility - that’s just one of the privileges of being a male. and stop telling women when they get hurt by a man that they should of got a guy form thier family. You mean the same guy who was allowed to walk around in thier underwear while i had to fully dress in my home at 9 years of fucking age because my body attracted raped and his didn't or as i like to say it “ boys will be boys but girls should know better by knowing nothing at all”

Listen I don't think the world would be better if men didn't exist. I don't think the world would be better if men were put under the social pressure of women . Im just dont exist in this society any more as hetero passing individual because i dont get along with it’s morals. im so fucking tired of watching women dying because “ a man has his needs...and his excuses “ and before the misandry parade comes put the cuffs again - i dont mind being a misandrist as much as i don't want to be a terf but again im not looking to get in fights with men. I honestly wish i was invisible to them since seeing me as anything as a female is so socially ingrained is impossible and understanding - im not even mad. make go back in the kitchen jokes, shit on my existence, make me play this doll for the sake of your “ cool girl because if i dont letyou hug me, if i show even a sign of resistance to your sexual banter or your anti feminist logic or your victim-shaming statements...im no longer an object of convenience...and i potentially become a another death statistics and to the “ protect the boys” brigade aka the people who come screaming from/the corner of this hellsite like someone told your child santa doesn't exist when a woman says something like “ you know i like getting dress up for other women I try not to think about men “ “ im not here for emotionally unavalible boys” “ I'm not here for men who don't want to fix themselves” ” I'm not worried about children and men “ ” I didn't find him interesting so i didn't give him a chance ” and then you mofos come of the fucking woodwork screaming like a motherfucking banshee ” BOYS NEED LOVE ! IF YOU DONT WANNA FiX HIm HOW IS HE GOING TO GROW ?!” ” DONT SAY MEN ARE TRASH ! TOXIC MASCULINITY IS A RESULT OF HIM NOT BEING LOVE PROPERLY !” ” IGNORE THEM BOYS WE WONT LET THEM FORGET YOU “ * animal like screeching To you ; you dont care about men. You care about the status quo. You think if men become “ as emotional as fuhmales “ (because half of you don't see women as anything but her genitals ) that they will break down. you don't want men to make a connection between the idea that men need to sex in order to be valuable even if that means taking it and that anyone who take sex is a rapist because then men would have to be accountable for their actions. They would feel bad and you wouldn't want your favorite child to feel bad, after all if they feel bad they cant let loose and be the “ best version” of themselves- even if that version of themselves is a fucking dumpster fire. You want them to be the full end of this spectrum at the expense of your less favorite child ( women ). You might be someone who just, in general, have fed into the bullshit that woman are liars ( another concept that makes it easier for rape culture to be prevalent and strong ) and that men are calm, collective beings who are being neglected thanks to feminism and woman not focusing on them. you might think “ well logically if you only tell men they're trash they're going to be trash “ Ive been told i was a bitch , a fake, a slob( that is true. i am dirty af and i will not put on deordorant unless someone coming), pathetic and useless. I decide one day that if i didnt like any of those things i would change it , becuase if i didnt like being those things that i needed to change them for me. I CHANGE WHEN I DIDNT LIKE MYSELF and before anyone says anything i have had depression and anxeity. i have been gaslighted and bully for years but at the end of the day my change didi not come from people cheering me up or tearing me down it came from ME being critical of myself nad my actions. And that’s why you “ what about the boys” people dont love men as much as you say you do . You're so afraid of them becoming something more than your baby boy being more than what you want, greater than what society has allow that you would rather make in a pacified monster than a human being. you guys hate men and i cannot stand any of you to the young man who has been discriminated against because you weren't born as a cis male were raped by women and wasn't respected by either woman or men when you look for support gritted your teeth and read through all my rambling you're valid. you worried about having your whole life ruined by false rape accusations or in general, you are generally afraid of adding to a woman’s concern when it comes to men. you dont like being around certain woman becuase you feel they are too touchy are they are the one who the moment you dont find them attractive and everyone includes other men invalidate you're right to not want to be touch. you fucking have to control your urge to gut punch every time you here the phrase “ men are trash “ becuase you understand the phrase isnt about you and some smart ass is like “ if its not about you why are you getting mad “. Like we all know why you're mad - but we know you're better than that. I appreciate you questioning your friends on thier used of rape jokes and trying to implied that sexual assault doesn't exist becuase “ if the guy attracted females dont complain “ I think you're wonderful...but i want out becuase my death is just another occurrence. being someone’s property as a child, wife or even friend means nothing now. my death is nothing different than throwing out an aluminum can. i no longer wonder if the person im talking to is capable of rape. i know longer wonder if ill makes it home safely. i know get angry about wanting to do things like move out on my own, be respected by men and not feel that my feelings are constantly being pacified like a battery operated doll who the owner is cooing to work. I expect it. and when it doesn't happen i hold my breath and try to not think about tomorrow where ill pretty much have the bar set that low again. I expected to have my feelings band aid with “ well im sorry someone hurt you “ or “ youre apart of the problem thinking like that”. when something im uncomfortable with happens i dont go out in a rage but belitting my feelings as “ sensitive” or “ stop being a bitch “ roll off me. Humankind is capable of amazing thing and i know change is possible...but i dont expect it anytime soon. ....I really just want out. its 2019 and women are still getting killed becuase of entitlement and the only ing most of you is complain that it happens to men too.....Im tired of pretending this society cares if i was murder right now. you only careif i fit the commodity of the day...I want out for i am so very tired

#suicide mention #sucide trigger #homicide mention #homicide trigger #sexism #toxic masculinity #heteronormative society #cursing

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ironemrys · 6 years ago

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The Last Stand

Pairing: OC x Peter Parker (kinda), Mild Tony x Stephen (probably)

Word Count: 6.3k (wow can you believe? I haven’t written sh*t for three years and still this number appeared)

Tags: (do I have to do tags? okay) #OC x Peter Parker, #sort of, #Peter Parker, #Tony Stark, #Stephen Strange, #their surnames are not mentioned since this is like old school medieval long long ago and shit, #loosely based on Merlin, #and some others like Lord of the Rings, #if you’re into that, #I don’t know what else to tag, #how do these tags even work, #I was inspired, #Merlin-ish AU, #Alternate Universe

A/N: okay, obviously, this will be the first time ever that I’m going to post a fic here. And honestly, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, I don’t even know what even this story is about. I just got a lot of ideas and they poured out all at the same time so here it is. It’s not the best but eh, worth a shot.

Long ago, there were eight kingdoms that made up the earth. There was a kingdom for man, for beasts, for the holy saints and for those who lie in between. The Southern Kingdom; Haradren – home of the holy saints – came from a long lineage of elves. They were the most peaceful yet powerful of all the kingdoms for their people were blessed with the gift of magic.

But not all of them were peaceful.

Aeron; a wise but greedy Elven Sorcerer saw darker power in their gifts of magic. He began experimenting with means forbidden by their law and when confronted, Aeron and his followers; the Unholui, retaliated and waged a war among their brethren. The war between good elves and bad elves lasted for many years. In the midst of the war Aeron discovered that the magic the holy saints have can be harnessed and transformed into a darker form of magic and vice versa. With this knowledge, the population of the holy saints began to diminish as Aeron and the Unholui stripped the saints of their power and claimed it as their own.

Seeing how their kind was slowly dying and falling into the hands of the Unholui, the saints turned to the other kingdoms to help fight their losing battle. But it was futile. The power of the Unholui had grown and the eight kingdoms were reduced to four.

King Anthony of the Northern Kingdom of men prayed to many gods for help and by miracle and conviction, his prayers were answered. The gods of old sent a messenger to the king in a dream and advised him to create a weapon. This weapon would be able to bring down Aeron and the Unholui and would bring peace back into the lands.

The king immediately set to work once he woke up and followed what the gods had told him. Time passed and the weapon was complete. The king then wore it to battle and when he struck down on the ground the Unholui were powerless against it. The Great War ended with Aeron defeated and the Unholui scattered. Some say they deteriorated once Aeron fell and others say they’re in hiding, too weak to carry on without their master.

The Four Kingdoms were now back on their feet and at peace.

But how long will that peace last?

Fifteen years later…

“Father?” A young girl walked inside a small hut. Setting her basket of vegetables on the dining table, she made her way to the fireplace and kneeled in front of the hearth to ignite a flame and start cooking for supper.

“Im nall-bo I lach” she muttered and her usually dark colored eyes turned a bright shade of crimson. Flames appeared on the firewood as a small smile slowly formed on the girl’s face.

“Kenna.” A sharp voice caught her attention and she turned around to face her father. He looked worn out, of course he was; he was in their village all day, curing the people from a sickness brought by the winter.

“I told you not to use your powers when not necessary.” Her father warned and Kenna bowed low.

“It was just to make things a little easier.” She replied and glanced at the fire.

“I know. But your power is a rare gift Kenna. Right after the war, the holy saints were stripped off their magic by the Unholui, and when the Northern King offered to revive them of their magic using one of the gods’ gems from the weapon, they refused. That was the end of magic for all they know. Those who survived the war now live in fear that if magic is present, history will repeat itself.” Kenna knew about this story, more so than others, the minute she started showing signs of possessing the gift at a very young age, her father and mother sat her down and told her the danger that comes with her ability.

After the war the rest of the holy saints decided to remain stripped off their power, fearing what would happen if somebody once again used it for unholy means. They isolated themselves in the mountains in self proclaimed exile. Of course their lineage didn’t end there, the next generations were born but since they were now mortals, there was no one born of magic anymore and they intended to keep it that way.

The holy saints became a small tribe of farmers, fishermen and blacksmiths. They now live in what was once the eighth kingdom, between the mountains and rivers, far away from the rest of the world.

“Well something smells delicious!” A cheery voice came to the door and Kenna turned around with a smile and arms opened wide to greet her mother who just walked in.

“Welcome home mother. I made mushroom soup for us this evening. I managed to pick some up at the forest near the river.” Kenna smiled and her mother gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Mushroom! Excellent! I’m really hungry there’s so much work that had to be done at the shop today.”

“The old man Bill can no longer carry out his tasks the way he used to, I presume.” Kenna’s father joked and his wife let out a chuckle.

“Oh hush, Gideon, Bill may be old but he is still a member of the council.”

“Yes but my dear Eden, you and I both know that the council today is no more than a pack of old wise men.“ Gideon sighed as he helped Kenna with the table setting.

“Still they are wise. And they were once great and holy saints.” Eden reminded.

“Speaking of holy saints why don’t you tell your mother what you’ve been up to before she arrived?” Gideon said and both adults turned to Kenna.

“What? I was making supper.” She smiled and her mother raised an eyebrow.

“Did you use magic again Kenna?” Of course, her mother could detect a lie even if she was a hundred miles out. The gloomy silence that fell on Kenna’s face was answer enough and so Eden sighed.

“My dear, you know we’re so very proud of you and we’re happy that you were born with such an incredible gift. But this gift, most of the people see as a curse. You have to be careful.”

“I know, mother.” Kenna replied and she sat down the table to join them for supper.

“It’s not a bad thing having these gifts; we just have to be very careful in how we use them.” Eden smiled and her sky colored eyes turned a light shade of crimson and the burning firewood at the hearth died down a little.

“HONESTLY.” Gideon shook his head but there was a proud little smile present on his lips and Kenna grinned gladly at the sight.

If only she knew that that would be their last time together as a happy family, she wouldn’t have gone to sleep.

“Kenna!” a hushed but urgent tone woke Kenna up from her sleep. She blinked and took in her surroundings, she was in her bedroom, the light of the candle on her bedside table was almost dying but it was enough to shine a light on her mother’s face.

“Kenna! We need to go!” Eden said and frantically pulled Kenna up and about. She grabbed a pack and started to stuff Kenna’s clothes in it, she grabbed the now distressed youth and they ran downstairs.

“What’s going on?” Kenna finally asked once they were out of the house. She was scared and panicked, especially when she smelled smoke and saw flames rise in the air and surround their village.

“Where’s father?!” She asked again as they ran.

“He’s at the shop helping others to escape.” Eden replied.

“Escape? Escape from what?” Kenna didn’t get to hear an answer when she heard the screaming of men, women and children, all of them were coming from the village.

“Hurry child!” Eden urged her on and they ran. They arrived at the village in flames and the sight was something Kenna wished she didn’t see. There were bodies everywhere, some were burnt and some were violently wounded by some kind of weapon. Others were being cradled by their loved ones as they cried and looked around for help.

“Gideon!” Her mother’s cry broke her out of her thoughts and she turned to the direction she was looking at. Her father, standing with some of the men and remaining council members of the village was holding a staff and he was protectively shielding the rest of them from something Kenna cannot quite clearly see.

Suddenly, a cold chill went up Kenna’s spine and she felt something heavy weighing her down. It was like the earth was draining her energy. She took sharp breaths at an attempt to normalize her state and when she looked up, she was mortified.

An army of dark cloaked men moved towards her father and the others. Gideon took a step forward and slammed the staff on the ground, emitting a white light. All of them were taken aback.

“Gideon! You have the gift?” A council man said in disbelief.

“Now is not the time to be surprised, Alastair.” Gideon said and his eyes were now a bright shade of crimson.

“Your powers are strong, holy saint.” One of the cloaked men said as they regained their composure.

“But I’m afraid that is not enough.” He added and with a spell created an unusually large ball of fire.

“Who… Who are they?” Kenna shook in fear and her mother faced her.

“Kenna. You must run.” Eden said and with wide eyes, Kenna turned to her mother.

“What? What are you saying?”

“I know you can feel their dark power Kenna, I can feel it too, we cannot stop them with the way we are. All we can do is buy us some time.” Kenna couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her mother is asking her to leave them? Why? And how could she ask such a thing?

“Kenna you must go.”

“No! I can help father! I can help them!” She cried but her mother wouldn’t have it.

“The only way you can help us right now is by being safe! If they kill us all here no one will be able to warn the other kingdoms of this massacre. You must go my child!” Eden pushed Kenna away and towards the other side of the village.

“Where will I go?” Kenna asked through her tears. She didn’t want to leave but her mother is right. She is not yet strong enough to handle such a dark and immense energy that is coming from the cloaked men.

“To Forodren, find Stephen, he will help you.” Eden said and gave her daughter one last kiss goodbye on the forehead before letting her go and running to the line of fire.

Kenna turned away still overcome by grief and ran to the safety of the forest. She could still hear the screams of the children and women as she made her way through, and then in a fleeting moment, she felt life come out of her. It wasn’t her life that she felt for she was still alive, but she was down on her knees in the middle of a clearing and she could feel that something inside her was stripped away. She knew what it was and her eyes turned crimson as she screamed in agony. Her parents were gone.

Travelling alone was a new thing for Kenna. She slept alone, hunted for food alone, walked alone, and cried alone. It took her hours before she moved from the spot where she felt her parents’ life disappear and after walking for a while she lost her energy and collapsed on the ground. It wasn’t until after two days when a deer started to chew at her hair that she woke up.

She didn’t move a muscle right away. She sat there crying, hunched and hugging her knees, trying to remember what her mother’s touch felt like before she sent her away. The only reason she started to move was that she remembered what she must do; go to Forodren and find Stephen, a long time friend of her parents.

And so, months after the attack at her village, she has made her way to the borders of the Northern Kingdom.

Kenna estimated a few more days walk until she reaches the lower town of the kingdom and the sky was getting darker by the second. She could continue on knowing she can very well protect herself but she was too tired and very famished. Besides, the borders of Forodren were home to the scattered beasts of every kind imaginable, she wouldn’t want to run into any of them. Some of them were not exactly friendly to men right after the war.

Kenna created a bonfire and started to cook with the herbs and mushrooms she picked along the way. She then took out a book in her pack and placed her hand upon it.

“Treneri-nin cin golodh.” The spell caused the book to reveal markings of an ancient making, they emitted a bright orange light and the book was opened.

Kenna began reading where she last left off, the book was given to her by her father and she used it to study incantations that would help her control her gifts at a young age. She didn’t realize her mother packed it for her on the night she escaped.

Night fell quickly and soon Kenna was in deep sleep.

“Kenna… Kenna…” a repetitive voice called out and Kenna opened her eyes. She was no longer in the forest of Forodren. She was in a field of tall grass, the sun shone brightly beyond the horizon and as Kenna shielded her eyes from the sun she saw a lonely figure standing a few feet away from her.

“Kenna.”

“Who are you?” She asked and the figure walked closer. It walked and stopped in front of Kenna who had tears in her eyes upon recognizing who it was.

“Father?” She said in disbelief. The figure smiled and stretched out his arms and she immediately sprinted towards him for a hug.

“I’m sorry father. I couldn’t save you. I couldn’t help you and mother.” Kenna cried loudly. All her grief and sorrow from the past months simultaneously enveloped her. But her father placed a soft hand on her head and kissed her hair.

“There is nothing to be sorry about my dear daughter. We did not pass from this world in vain. You are alive, and that is what matters. You have to become stronger Kenna, the enemies we have faced are nothing but a taste to what’s truly about to come. You must warn the remaining kingdoms. They need to be prepared.”

“If I reach the king surely his weapon from the gods could help bring down the men that attacked our village.” Kenna guaranteed.

“I’m afraid it won’t be that simple. Not this time.” Gideon said and this brought a fear in Kenna’s eyes.

“The enemy we faced was the Unholui.”

“But I thought… I thought they were long gone.” Kenna muttered in disbelief.

“Some said they were vanquished when Aeron passed but I’m afraid that was nothing but hearsay. The others survived the power of the King’s Weapon and they fled into hiding, and slowly they started regaining their powers over the past years. They scoured the earth to find the last of the holy saints, and when they found us…” Gideon stopped and removed his tunic to reveal a huge burn mark on his chest. Kenna gasped and looked away with tears in her eyes.

“They took your gift.” She said through gritted teeth after a moment of silence.

“They took everyone’s gift. The rest of the holy saints may not have such obvious gifts like your mother and I but inside them was a dormant power they didn’t bother to rekindle. The Unholui took them and became more powerful than ever before.” Gideon finished and placed both his hands on his daughter’s shoulders.

“You are the last of the holy saints Kenna. You must protect your gift with your life, if the Unholui found out one of us has escaped, they will not stop hunting you and they will kill you. Promise me, child… Promise you will keep yourself safe.” He said and Kenna nodded.

“It’s time for me to go. I must get back to your mother.” Gideon smiled which Kenna returned warily.

“Don’t worry Kenna, your mother and I are always with you. In here.” He pointed to her heart and then he was gone.

Kenna sat up from her sleep. She was back in the forest of Forodren.

Forodren was a powerful kingdom. Right after the war, the rest of the remaining kingdoms pledged their allegiance to the king. All was safe and the weapon used to defeat Aeron and the Unholui was sent back to the gods but the gems that hold the powers of the weapon were gifted to the remaining kingdoms.

Six gems, four kingdoms. Three of these gems remained in Forodren while the remaining three got one each. Once joined together and placed on the weapon of the gods, the gems can emit a powerful force of magic that can diminish any darkness that threatens the earth. After the Great War, the four kingdoms believed Aeron and his followers to be dead and so the gems became no more than a gifted relic, a reminder of the dark ages.

Today was especially a good day for the kingdom for it was that time of the year where they celebrate and remember the day they won the war. They called it The Great Victory. A weeklong festival was in the making and the kingdom had opened its doors for the rest of the land to come and visit.

King Anthony was in the throne room, asleep on a stack of papers piled on top of his table. His snore was cut short when Steve, his royal advisor, came running in.

“My liege!” Steve shouted and walked briskly towards the king’s table. The king looked up with a paper stuck on his sweaty forehead.

“What is it Steve?” He asked and abruptly removed the embarrassment off his face.

“Your son has gone missing. Again.” Steve answered and the king sighed.

“I’m sure he’s just with Harry. Don’t they always disappear at this time of the day?” The king asked and began rearranging the papers on his table.

“Yes. But sire, today is a particularly special day, and the prince should be in his chambers getting ready for the arrival of the other kingdoms.” Of course, his royal advisor was right, he wasn’t appointed in that position for nothing.

“Fine. Have Clint find him. It’s better to send that guy than the whole battalion.” The king said and Steve gave a low bow and left.

King Anthony stood up from his seat and looked out his window which had the perfect view of the kingdom. He could see everyone busying themselves with preparations but everyone was happy and that was all he ever wanted, for his people to be safe and happy.

The window took in his reflection and the king eyed the three pieces of gems on a round crest hanging on his neck and in front of his chest. The blue gem, the yellow gem and the green gem shone dimly and it slowly reminded the king of the Great War.

He shook his head and held on his left hand, the feeling of the weapon still embedded in his veins. But now is not that time to remember such a burden, now is the time for the Great Victory, the Great War was over, there is peace and he vows to keep it that way.

The king looked down at the castle gates just in time to see a man in hunting gear with a bow and arrow strapped behind his back, ride out towards the town to find his son.

Kenna walked in the gates of the lower town of Forodren. There were so many people present she didn’t know where to look for Stephen. She can’t even remember how the man looked. All she knows is that Stephen is a skilled healer just like her father.

“Hello! A lovely flower for the lovely lady!” A young boy walked up to her. He was carrying a basket of an assortment of flowers and he had this cheerful look on his face as he handed her a sunflower.

“Oh. Thank you but I don’t have any money for that.” Kenna replied politely.

“No need for money milady, the flower is free. One of the gifts King Anthony gives every festival.” The boy replied and handed the flower to Kenna once again and this time she took it with a smile. The boy then skipped away and started to hand out flowers to anyone that passes by. Kenna then noticed other children doing the same thing and that the adults were busy running about and putting up colorful decorations in everything they can get their hands on.

Kenna walked towards the center of the lower town and there she saw a great banner with the words: “The Great Victory” being put up by soldiers and helpers alike. She was too busy admiring the sights she didn’t notice where she was walking and bumped into a boy in a blue cloak.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking.” She said and bowed.

“No. It’s okay. No harm done.” The boy replied and brought the hood of his cloak lower to his face and turned away. Kenna looked curiously at the boy but didn’t bother anymore when she heard a familiar name.

“Stephen! It’s a rare sight to see you out of your hole and here where the fun is starting.” A man with dark skin and short hair, wearing a dark blue and green robe called out. Kenna stretched her neck to see through the crowd and there in front of the man was another man, taller and more lean. He had dark hair with streaks of white on both sides and he was wearing a red cloak over a dark blue tunic.

“Yes Mordo, it is rare. Though it is also rare to see you here when you should be at the church, assisting, what was his name? Wong? With the preparations for the sermon this evening.” Stephen chided and Mordo gave a laugh and patted Stephen’s shoulder.

“You got me there Stephen. I’ll see you at the festival.” With that, Mordo left.

Kenna made her way through the bustling crowd and she followed Stephen into a house which she assumed was his home.

“Hello?” She asked as she walked in. The house was huge and it was full of books, bottles, herbs and liquids of different sorts. It reminded Kenna of one of the rooms at their house where her father usually did his studying of medicine.

“Who are you?” A deep voice resonated from above and Kenna looked up to see Stephen floating. Yes, he was definitely floating. Kenna blinked twice to make sure and when she was sure that Stephen was floating in midair her mouth fell open.

“I’m… uh… I’m… I’m sorry, but you do realize you’re floating, right?” She asked and she actually thought herself to be stupid at her own question.

“Yes I am aware. And do you realize that it’s rude to enter people’s homes without knocking?” Stephen asked back and Kenna felt embarrassed.

“Sorry. I was just… I was looking for you, and I’ve traveled very far just to get here. I needed to find you immediately.” She said and Stephen finally went down to the ground. He removed the red cloak and hung it on a rack near the fireplace.

“Which brings us back to the question, who are you?” He asked as he turned to face her.

“I’m Kenna.” She answered and Stephen took a moment before registering the name.

“Kenna. Gideon and Eden’s daughter?” He asked and the smile on Kenna’s face was an enough answer for him.

“Why are you here? Did something happen?” Stephen asked and immediately, Kenna’s smile died down. She held on the strap of her pack tightly her knuckles started to turn white. She looked at Stephen, her eyes were brimming with tears and when she closed them to regain composure, a single drop fell.

“They’re gone.” Kenna choked out to the best of her ability and the look on Stephen’s face was a mixture of grief, pain and pity for the young girl in front of him.

“I… I don’t know what to say.” He finally answered and offered her a seat.

“It happened three and a half months ago…” She started and Stephen began to brew tea and he set a plate of bread for Kenna to eat while she continued on with her story.

“The Unholui? Are you sure about this?” Stephen asked and Kenna nodded.

“My father told me in a dream that it was them. That they were more powerful than before and that they wiped out all of the remaining holy saints in order to strip them of their gifts.” She replied and drank from the cup of water Stephen offered her after she cried again about her parents’ death.

“Not all of them. You made it out.” Stephen said.

“Yes.”

“You are now the last of your kind.” He added and she gave a sad nod.

“I must keep this information a secret. If the Unholui finds out that one holy saint still lives, they will come for me and kill me.” She replied. Stephen understood this and gave her a pat on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry. Forodren is the safest place for you to be. No harm will come to you here.” He assured her with a smile.

“You must be tired. I have a spare bed right next to my room upstairs.” Stephen offered and stood up.

“But what of the king? Shouldn’t we tell him about the Unholui?” Kenna asked as she grabbed her bag and walked after Stephen towards the stairs.

“We can tell the king later in the day. In the meantime, you should rest. Tonight, the start of The Great Victory Festival will commence. You’re going to need your strength for that.” Stephen smiled and escorted Kenna to her room.

“Thank you Stephen.” Kenna said as Stephen waited by her door.

”I need to ask one thing.” Stephen then said and of course, Kenna expected this. She was actually surprised Stephen didn’t ask about it in the middle of her story.

“I know Gideon and Eden and I know what they are capable of, they were the ones who taught me a little bit of magic. I just need to ask, do you also have the gift?” He wondered and Kenna gave him a nod.

“Yes.” Her eyes turned a bright shade of crimson and she held out her closed fist towards Stephen, once she opened it, a replica of the sunflower in her pack sprouted out of her palm.

“You really are Gideon and Eden’s daughter. Don’t worry Kenna, no one will know your secret but me. We can’t have the Unholui discovering what you can do.” Stephen said and Kenna nodded in acknowledgment

“Get some rest. I’ll wake you in a few hours.” With that, Stephen closed her door and left her to sleep.

“Peter Benjamin! Son of Anthony Edward! You better be ready before the festival or so help me I will tell your father to stop your combat lessons with the knights.” A tall and very beautiful woman with light golden hair shouted as she entered the royal chambers of the prince.

“I am! I am! I’m ready!” An exasperated young boy stumbled out behind his changing doors. His hair was disheveled but he was dressed for the upcoming occasion nonetheless.

The woman clicked her tongue and approached the boy with her long blue gown trailing behind her she then sat the boy down in front of a mirror and started to comb his hair properly.

“Honestly Peter, you know very well what this day is about, why do you make it so difficult?” She asked and placed a small crown on top of the prince’s head.

“I’m not making anything difficult, Pepper. I just wanted to have some fun before the rest of the royalties arrive. No one from the other kingdoms is my age except for the Western King; King T’Challa’s younger sister Shuri. But she won’t be coming due to a terrible cold. I’m gonna be stuck with the old kings for the rest of the night.” Peter answered and Pepper sighed. She knows the prince didn’t like to stay in one place and he only does so because he loves his father and wouldn’t do anything to disobey him. Clearly there was no rule that said he couldn’t go out and have some fun before the actual festival but there was a rule that he was supposed to be back before the afternoon strikes and since he lost track of time, Clint, one of the royal knights was sent to find him.

“Well you and Harry certainly had your fun, now it’s time for the “old kings” to have theirs.” Pepper smiled and Peter chuckled in return before making their way towards the banquet hall.

“My friends! Welcome!” King Anthony greeted guests left and right as they arrived in the hall. Everyone bowed in respect to the king and he smiled at them in return.

“King Anthony.” A younger king approached. He was wearing black and purple robes. An orange gem was hanging on his neck like a necklace. The younger king crossed his arms in front of his chest like an X as a form of respect and salute to King Anthony.

“King T’Challa. I told you to just call me Tony.” The king did the salute in return and then stretched out his hand after for a handshake. He gave the King of the West a firm tap on the shoulder as he welcomed him and ushered him to the banquet table.

“King T’Challa.” Peter greeted with the salute and the king reciprocated the gesture.

“I’m sorry my sister won’t be joining us this time. I fear her fever didn’t heal in time.” T’Challa said and Peter was saddened at the thought but he smiled nonetheless.

“I’m sure she will recover soon. In the meantime, please enjoy the festival.” Peter said politely when they heard trumpets by the door; a sign that another King has arrived.

“It’s Nicholas.” Tony grinned.

“I thought he said not to call him that.” T’Challa smiled and they turned toward the door. An older man with only one good eye stood in dark robes. A red gem was pinned on the left side of his robes. A woman with blood red hair stood next to him in a silver gown and right next to her was another woman clothed in the armor of the Eastern Kingdom.

“Nick.” T’Challa greeted and the other king gave the salute as a sign of respect before bowing towards Tony.

“I see the fun has started without me.” King Nicholas said and he laughed.

“I’m afraid it has! But don’t worry, we got all week for the fun I’m sure you won’t be missing.”

“Now all that is left is King Erik.” Steve then joined the kings at the table.

“Yes but you know how he is, stylishly late.” Maria; King Nicholas’ Captain of the Guard said as she drank a glass of wine.

“Well nothing ever changes. Will you please excuse me for a moment?” Tony then stood up and made his way towards a familiar face in the crowd. Peter followed his father’s movements, dreading the idea that he was left at the table with the “older kings”.

“Stephen!” Tony yelled as he made his way towards the Physician.

“My king.” Stephen bowed and Tony chuckled.

“I told you there’s no need for that.” He said and then looked behind Stephen to see a young girl.

“Who’s this?” He asked and the girl bowed.

“I am Kenna, your majesty.” She said and the king smiled in acknowledgement.

“Sire, I have a concern that I must discuss with you.” Stephen said and Tony turned to him. Stephen looked troubled and that was enough to catch the king’s attention.

“What seems to be the problem?” He asked and Stephen looked at Kenna before turning back to the king.

“The Unholui are alive.” With this, Tony’s world slowed down. This was something he didn’t think he would hear, especially today.

“What? What are you talking about?” Tony asked in disbelief.

“It is true sire .They attacked my village and killed everyone they laid their eyes on. They possessed horrible and haunting abilities. I was lucky I got away.” Kenna started and Tony looked at her. She didn’t seem to be lying and Stephen seemed to trust her. But how? How are the Unholui still alive? And why now have they started to make an appearance again?

“When was this?” Tony asked.

“Three and a half months ago.” Kenna answered and Tony paced back and forth.

“We must warn the other kingdoms. They need to be prepared in case of an – ” the trumpets sounded again and the King of the South along with his son and daughter came in the banquet hall.

“Sit with me by the table. I will need to hear your full story on this before I make my move.” Tony said and gestured Stephen and Kenna to follow him up front.

King Erik, his son Prince Pietro and his daughter Princess Wanda; bowed to the other kings in respect and as soon as a toast had been made for the festival, everyone was back to their own business.

Tony turned back to Stephen to continue their talk when King Erik proposed another toast.

“May I have our attention, please?” He asked and every chatter died down and they turned toward the Southern King.

“Many years ago, this land was saved under the clutches of a dark and powerful sorcerer. Thanks to my good friend King Anthony here, we were blessed with a weapon to destroy this darkness. But we have been deceived!” Erik started and the rest of crowd murmured in response. Tony and Stephen looked at each other and then Stephen looked to Kenna.

“The darkness is not defeated! It lives! And it continues to grow in power and corrupt all that is hopeful and good.” He continued.

“What kind of madness is this King Erik?” Nick asked.

“It is not madness my friend, it is the truth. This darkness only grows in secret and while you…” he pointed a finger at the other kings, the purple gem glowing dimly on his ring, “you sit here and celebrate a battle that you’ve won once and never thought to seek if the enemy really is vanquished.”

“But the enemy is vanquished! Aeron turned to dust the moment the weapon was used against him.” T’Challa replied.

“I am not talking about Aeron. I am talking about the Unholui.” At the mention of this Kenna’s eyes went wide and she turned in a state of panic towards Stephen who looked at her in return.

“They live! Their powers grow! They are becoming a force you wouldn’t even begin to believe to face.” Erik continued when Tony stood up from his seat.

“How do you know this?” He asked with a suspicious look towards the other king.

“I have seen. They have shown me.” King Erik smiled and the ring on his finger, the ring with the gem, turned black. A power so intense shot out of the gem and towards Tony and if Stephen hadn’t grabbed him and pulled him away he would’ve been hit.

Screams of panic and terror filled the banquet hall as the air began to pick up and destroy the place. Chairs and tables were overturned, the candles were blown out, the kings and their people looked in horror as King Erik started to rise above the ground. The prince and princess were then surrounded by their own knights. King Tony’s knights marched in the hall and started to fight with the Southern Knights and prevented them from hurting any civilians.

“SURRENDER TO THE POWER OF UNHOLUI OR PERISH.” King Erik said.

“Erik this is madness!” Nick shouted and the dark king laughed.

“Isn’t this what you just asked?” He taunted and directed his ring towards the Eastern King.

“Than hain” Kenna whispered behind a column in the banquet hall she dove behind earlier in order to avoid the first attack. The power of the ring was blocked and it disappeared. Erik was taken aback, as were the others.

“You cannot hurt the kings while they are wearing their gems.” Stephen then said but he knows it wasn’t the king’s gem that protected him.

“Then I’ll settle for anyone not wearing the gem!” Erik raged and the power of the black gem on his finger started to grow, Kenna could feel a large amount of dark magic coming from the maddened king.

She needed to stop this from getting worse and she needed to protect the people from any more harm. She looked up and saw the great chandelier hanging loosely above the oblivious king. Her eyes locked on the chandelier and as soon as her eyes turned crimson, the chandelier broke and fell.

“FATHER!” Prince Pietro yelled and ran towards their fallen king. The rest of their knights were down on the ground thanks to Forodren’s Knights and they held the princess captive.

“Stop this right now, Erik, you wouldn’t want another war to start.” Tony then said but Erik let out a dry chuckle before his blue eyes turned a dark shade of red.

“Oh but I do.” And with that, everyone from the Southern Kingdom had disappeared.

tagging: @silverofthunder you’re the only person who knows about this mess hahaha!

other notes: I used a sindarin translator for the spells and other stuff.

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