#broken brige
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could i please request fluffy headcanons for Hangman Page crushing/falling in love with a member of the AEW medical team?
• bloody kisses — hangman adam page •
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{ summary } — after the brutal texas death match against jon moxley, adam seeks medical attention and ultimately confesses his feelings for you
{ warnings } — blood, injury, medical tools { needles + stitches }
{ word count } — 1.1k
{ pairing } — fem!reader x hangman adam page
{ genre } — fluff
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his eyes were bloodshot, stinging from the sensation of crimson leaking into them, staining the whites of his eyes. his movements were slow and staggered, an occasional fumble over his steps even with the albeit unwanted help from a worried evil uno, clearly in a state of panic for his cowboy friend despite his emotions being shielded behind his mask. an equally worried pair of john silver and alex reynolds cautiously followed behind, scowls permanent across their faces at just how much damage moxley had done.
blood followed adam’s footsteps, each droplet leaving a stain on the tiles where he once stepped, his vision blurred and burning that he had not even come to the realisation that uno had halted his movements momentarily, stopping in front of the impromptu medical room for tonight's event
“you sure you’re gonna be alright?-” uno questioned with a small falter in his voice, sounding as if he were about to break out into tears of he were to say another word, all the while silver and reynolds remained silent, avoiding the cowboy’s gaze.
“i’ll be fine” adam snapped rather harshly, interrupting uno’s solemn questioning.
the sharpness in adam’s voice made the three friends flinch in surprise. adam was always a soft spoken man, never raised his voice or got angry, none of the sort. although, despite his win, he could not help but feel irritated, on edge slightly, almost afraid that moxley and the other dogs in the blackpool combat club were going to jump him the moment he turned his back.
“we’ll be out here if you need us” the once chipper john silver replied.
his tone rather meek and avoidant, almost not wanting to irritate the cowboy even further, alex only responded with a subtle nod.
adam felt rather awful about his tone, given that his friends did nothing of the sort that would have even warranted it. he stepped into the medical office, mind still a daze as he was met by a blankness of white walls that seemed to be closing in around him.
“jesus christ! that’s a nasty gash you got there cowboy, c’mere” adam’s thoughts were broken by an angelic voice calling to him.
he peered down through the sticky blood in his eyelashes, an arm reaching down to his, wrapping around his taped wrist, leading him to a chair in the far left hand corner of the room.
“damn, mox really did a number on you…” you tsked at the sight of the gruesome injury.
a deep cut just above his right eyebrow, it curved around the inner corner near the beggining of his nose brige. you cupped his cheeks gently to inspect the wound further, adam’s cheeks flushed with heat despite already losing a substantial about of blood just on his arrival.
adam’s mind was still in a daze, his vision has cleared for the most part, especially now since you had wiped the blood from his eyes. he could see your face clearly, your eyebrows knitted in concentration, tongue just barely jutting out past your lips as you made an effort to patch him up. it did not even phase him when you pierced his skin with a needle to numb the area, he simply stared up at you, completely enamored.
“y/n..?” he questioned. he knew your name, he knew it well, he just wanted to hear it fall from his lips.
“that’s my name, cowboy. don’t wear it out” you remarked with a quick wit that adam adored.
“i love you…” he blurted out absentmindedly, the words did not even register once they had left his lips.
his words made your tense up slightly, you were surprised that you did not stab him with the suture needle. adam blinked softly, staring up at you with such adoration he had not even realised you’d stopped stitching him up.
“i uh…i think you’re still a bit delirious, adam…mox must have hit you harder than i thought” you stammered over your words and the absence of his beloved nickname in favour of his real one caught him off guard.
adam came to, finally snapped out of his dreamlike trance. noticing the tenseness in your forearms, you hands shaking slightly with nerves.
“i mean it…” adam’s remark was soft, barely above a whisper as you finished patching up his wounds.
your fingertips were apprehensive, yet gentle against his skin. adam had had these feelings for a while now, it sparked after his concussion in cincinnati, you were the first to check on him, he laid face up, you were the first thing he saw when he came to, the harsh arena lights haloed around your soft features making you look more angelic that usual.
you finished your work, placing dabbing the area with a small piece of gauze to clean up any excess blood, stepping back to admire your work amongst the beauty and chaos of his features
“you do?” you hesitated for a moment, words mumbled softly into the air as adam merely responded with a soft nod. you stood there for a moment, reluctant to admit your own feelings for the handsome cowboy
“why? i’m nothing special…”
adam felt his heart break at your sentence.
“no, y/n that’s the thing. you’re so fuckin’ special to me” he emphasised the last two words of his sentence.
“that night in cincinnati, you were the first one there, you were the one who came with me in that ambulance, the one who came to the hospital every morning to check on me” he paused for a moment, reaching for you hand to hold, one of which your accepted, albeit hesitantly.
“and i know it’s your job or whatever but…no one’s ever cared for me like that before…” adam’s eyes burned although he was not sure exactly if it was the result of the blood previously in them or fresh tears pricking at his waterlines
. his bottom lip quivered with the faintest of movement, his gaze still avoiding you’re own, his grip had tightened the slightest around your hand, afraid to let go.
with a free hand your cupped his cheek delicately in your palm, the subtle scratch of his beard was a welcomed feeling against your skin, prying his face up slowly, his eyes finally meeting your own.
“i never want to experience anything like that night again, adam. when i saw you passed out in that ring…god i…i thought i’d lost you” adam had noticed your eyes begin to well with hot tears, instinctively pulling you into his lap, his head pressed atop of yours, simply cradling you in his chest, a sweet yet hesitant kiss pressed to your forehead
“you’ll never lose me, darlin’”
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guys please someone help me i think im going insane over this
like I need to get to lost sands and to do that I need to lower the brige
but how. Theres a little turny thing but that dont do shit. Is my game broke or smt???? Am I broken????? Like please someone help im stupid and confused and tired and i just wanna progress i've googled this 5 times please
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Sintax error AU- Chapter 1. Part 3.
Uncommon ally
Alphys, papyrus and undyne stand still, looking at the foreing placed door. The more undyne looked at it, the more she felt uneasy.
Something about that door, other than the fact it wasnt even supposed to be there in the first place, made a cold sweat go down her neck
"Since when theres a door here?" She asks
"It looks weird..." papyrus asked, looking just as nervous as her
"I found it has been some weeks, but thats not what i wanted to show" Alphys aproaches the door, opening it
Inside theres an impossible pitch Black void. Its sight filled undyne with a weird sensation. The felling of dread, and hopelessness
"Its inside it, i want you two to take a look at"
Undyne hesitates for a moment, not sure about entering whatever that was. She could fell papyrus behind her, waiting for her move.
As the Royal captain, she could not show fear, specially not in front of papyrus.
Holding her head high, she got trought the door, alphys and papyrus right behind
Inside there was an impossible big room, lit dimly even tho no light were able to be seen.
The room is filled with a variety of objects. A table with sealed flasks, the remainer of the content still on the bottom of each. A shelf filled with old cassete tapes. A broken glass dome sat in a table, burned papers on its side, an old bookshelf, and at last, a giant computer screen, connected to several other computer bases.
"What is this place?" Undyne asked, felling uneasy but morbidly curious. Everything seemed to move on its own, not always looking quite right.
As if not even the objects knew exactly where they should be.
"My recurring theory is that this place is some sort of pocket dimension, but i am not sure" Alphys around the room, wobbling around sure of her path "since i found this place, i have come quite frequently"
Papyrus looks around, tiping his hat nervous
"This place fells weird..." his voice trembles with uncertanty
"And how will this place help us exactly?" Undynes walk to the table with the flasks, taking one filled with a thick Black goo, looking at everything moving started to make her fell sick. Focusing on something would prevent the felling to get worse
"I dont know yet" alphys said, her voice sounded far
"You dont?!" Undyne put the flask down, trying to locate alphys, withouth success
"Not yet" she grabs a book off the bookshelf, briging it for undyne to see.
"This place have tons of book and reports, all filled by hand from someone unnamed"
She opens the book showing to undyne. The pages have long turned yellow, the ink faded leaving but a small trace of its existence.
"Whoever they were" alphys continues "made hundreds of books around the study of human and monster souls, mostly of it is in an old alphabet. I have been in the work of translating some of it"
Undyne takes a closer look. The ink appears do make some scriptures, made out of a diverse range of drawings. She couldnt read any of it, or even think how this could mean something
"I have only been into a small portion of it, but have already found a lot of new information" alphys closes the book, her blue eyes looking deep into undyne's "if i have extra help, im sure we can find something useful"
Undyne hold her breath. There it is, the woman she fell in love with. Pure determination flamming inside those deep blue eyes.
"You can count on us"
Suddenly, all the computer bases lit up, beeping with life. The giant screen lit showing only a small message
[ i n s e r t d t ]
Bent onto the keyboard was papyrus, his head down, hat on the buttons, not looking well
"Papyrus!" Undyne rushes to him, cursing to herself for leaving him alone
She grabs papyrus by the shoulder
"Paps? Are you ok?" He raises his head, confused and appearing sick.
"Ugh.. " He mutters, putting his hand on the head " evrything.. spinning"
Undyne holds him, sitting him carefully on the ground, keeping close. She wasnt the only one felling sick with this place.
"Papyrus you're a genius!" Alphys runs to them, shoving the hat to the side uncovering a small little hole that glowed strongly.
"I didnt knew it could be turned on!" Alphys looks at the buttons and screen in a misture of surprise and excitement, a smile plastered on her face
"Alphys-" something felt really off, as much as undyne didnt wanted to admit, she was scared.
This place wasnt suppose to exist, she could fell in her soul. The longest they stayed, the stronger it felt
"What is dt..?" Papyrus muttered, his eyes locked at the screen
"Its--" alphys began, but was cut Short by another voice
"Ị̑t̖͊s͙̔ ͎̋b̲̄ṷͮt͍̅ ̫͆t̗͛h̤ͯe͚ͮ ͉̄m̮̾o͓ͫs͎̅t͙̆ ̠̓ị̓m̘̑p̫͂o̮̔r͙̍t͕̾a͉͛n̰ͣt͔ͣ ͙̓t̖̅h͔̽i̝̎n͌ͅg̺̿ ̱̊ò̮f̥̂ ͎̑o̥ͥu̦ͫrͦͅ ̰͗e̘ͦx̳͗i̫͛s͕ͩt̮́êͅn͉̆c̟͊e̥͌!" A robotic squeaky voice boomes, the screen turns into a horrendous laughing face
Plant roots filled with thorns materialized around the screen, wobbling around withouth any type of sense.
In a single second hesitation, undyne evoked her Spear, pushing alphys back pointing at the screen ready for attack
"W̱͑ȍ̩ȁ̟h̞ͧ ̳̽w̼̿o̲̍ ̤̚ẁah there captain haha" the face boings around the screen, as if to imitate trembling, putting its roots up "no need go get a͓̽ ̜ͨg͎ͬ ͕̇r͇̒ ̘ͭe̤̓ ̖̉s̲̈ ̪̉s̹̋ ̘́i̞ͯ ͖̑v̫͒ ̰̃ȅ̩ ̬̀ now do we?"
"As MUCH as id love to smash your faces, i am here to simply talk" the face smiles, putting the roots down
"Who are you? What are you?! Are you in change of this place?!!" She demands loudly, putting her spear closer to the screen
It smiles smugly
"Howdy! Im Flowey, Flowey the flower! And i am here to help you guys!"
"Im sure y'all must be confused, but trust me. You're all going to love i have to say"
Is smiles confidently, undyne was more thsb ready to explode that thing in half out of pure spite
"Let him talk" papyrus says now standing up, he still looks weak, but his intentions are filled with anger
Undyne bites her lips, but lower the weapon
"Speak then, flowey"
"Finally, was felling a bit treathed back there!" it laughs, patting the roots on the ground
"Anyway- i know you guys are trying to find a way to.. well, kill the human"
"And dont get me wrong, i totally support killing that piece of shit. Buut you guys will never succeed at this rate." It snarks
"So, i decided to give a little help. By telling you guys where to actually start. Which iss-"
It moved the roots, poiting at the tiny shining hole
"Right here!"
It smiles proud of itself, ankward silence remains
"Ok i heard enough" undyne brings her weapon up again, ready to jam it on the keyboard
"heyͬ ͒h̓E̲̔Y̭ͤ ̣̍H̱̊Ė͚Y̜͋ ̘͗H̤͛E̼͐ỴͨH̬͆Ḛ̎Ȳ̮H͂ͅE̗̒Y͕̓ ̣̾N͈ͯO͔͂ ͓̌N͔ͭḘ̑E̘̓D͕ͧ ̩͊T͍ͯŌ͓ ̠ͧG͓̿É͓T͕͒ ̝ͩÂ̠G͔̽R̝̽E̲͊S̥͐S̱ͨǏ͙V̯̍E͇͌!̖ͦ!̯ͮ" The voice squeals, the face getting smaller trying to 'get away' of undyne
"Ī͉T̘̏ ͙̎M̱ͯA͖̽Y̱ͣ ̰ͩL̰͂O̦͐O͇̅K͙̎ ̰͒S̪͑T̼̍Ü͓P̟̌I͇ͭD̗ͨ ̦ͫḆͯU̼ͭT͓̅ ͖ͬL̻̓I̫͒S͛ͅT͉ͦE̳̚N͎͑.̓ͅ ̱ͣA͖ͫL͉̓L͓ͫ ̳ͦW̖͊Ė̦ ̻ͨN̺̔E̹ͧE͚̔Ď̺ ̼̄A̔ͅ ̺̔S̠̚M͍ͪA͍ͯḶͧL̃ͅ ̮̀L̠͌I̟̚Ṭ́T̮ͩL̙̈́Ē̟ ͕͋P̗̃I̦ͯE̦̓C̩̃E̝̎ ̫̎Ö̰F̦͂ ͆ͅT̺̐Ȟ̭E̮̎ ̦̓H͚̅U͔͋M̤ͥAͥͅN̫̍ ̙̍D̩ͤE̖̓T͙͐Ë̤́R͕̐M̞ͩI̫̔N̯͐Ả̭T̫́Ì̼O̝͒N̺ͯ,̳́ ̦̽T̗̍Ő͍ ͈̈́S̹ͪH͚̃ẠͦT̬͗T͉̾E͍͗R̯͌ ͚́İ̗T̤͆S̳̊ ͍ͪS̻̒O͎̿U̙͐L̞ͦ!!"
"Determination? Are you crazy?!" Alphys go in front of undyne, almost getting blastered making undyne jump back
"C̹ͧr͓ͫa̲ͯz̜̏ỹ̞?̘̀ ̞̅Ḿ̦a̩̿y͔̒b͔ͮe̙͗, l̯ͯȳ͉i̬ͦn͖̐g͕ͧ?̼̉ ̗̓N͖͛o̜̒t̟͑ ̘̔a͇̍t̗ͨ ͔ͦa̰̓l͇ͣl̰̏"
"Think with me. What's the only thing that can kill a human? Another human. But since we can't really get a human here, we just need something strong like one"
"But DT its stupidly hard to get, and my lab, even if i knew how to use the old machinery, is looked over 24/7 by the human. And even then we'd need to reach its soul!"
Alphys voice squeals as she get more and more agitated.
"Not exactly!"
"With only a drop of its blood, im sure we can get DT. As long as we drop it here"
Flowey points at the little hole again, grinning
"Still really hard to, dont you know what that thing is capable of?!" undyne sweat runs cold, what was that thing thinking?
"Oh i know silly" flowey snarks "thats why i will help to trap him if necessary. Of course i will be counting on you guys to bring him to the flower patch, on the ruins. To give the first attack and to do all the hard work, buuut im sure yall can handle it"
Flowey blinks it eyes rapidly, as if trying to imitate a cute face. Failing miserably
"Why should we trust you?"
Papyrus sound angry, he holds himself on undyne, who is more than happy to fell him close
"Ẉ̷͐h̴̭̀a̧̞̒t̨̗ͫ ̵̙̂o̥ͭ͟t̂͟ḧ̵́e͂҉r̢ͫ ̷̳ͭcͤ͜ȟ̷o̊͢i͌͠cͨ҉e̥͐͡ ̡͈̃dͥ͜o͒҉ ̭͆̕ỹ͡o̢̥̽u̵ͭ ͎ͫ͘h̸̤ͯa̛͌vͥ͏ē̴?͆͡" Flowey laughs as everything fades away
When they came back to their senses, they were back at the original door, now with the familiar floor and walls they were used to.
Papyrus promptly bends down and throws up, shaking like a bamboo stick.
Undyne assists, not really know what to do other than give support. She herself was confused and still processing what happened.
The face, that place, so many things felt off.
And flowey the flower didnt looked nothing like a flower
"Lets do this" alphys looks at them serious "theyre right, what choice do we have?"
"We may not have another choice for now-" papyrus cleans his mouth with the back of the hand "doesnt mean we wont find any other!"
"I dont trust that guy, not at all"
Hes angry, looking at undyne intensely
"Do you undyne?"
She blinks for an instant, thinking.
It is truth that the whole thing was a mess
That place made no sense in any type of way, and the weird giant talking computer.
Attacking the human... getting its blood. Even with help she was sure they couldnt make it, no way they could defeat the human.
Yet, something burned inside her.
The honor of a knight, the vow to protect no matter what. The weight she swore to carry, until her body turns into dust.
"I dont trust the 'flowey' guy, but shes right. We need to try"
Undyne set her hand on papyrus shoulder, trying to comfort him
"You dont need go come, it will be dangerous, suicidal, and you have a brother to come back to"
She smiles
"Its not a shame to go back"
Papyrus look at her with suprise at first, then anger, then understanding
"No we.. we need to do this together"
He looks at undyne, not a single doubt in his voice
"Its settled then" she gets up, looking at both of them " tomorrow night we reunite at papyrus house, be sure to not get followed"
They both nods in agreement and a knot get made on her stomach.
What if she just sealed their deaths?
#i have finished it like#a week ago#but then i was fixing my writing mistakes and i thought#“you knwo what? this is shit”#and re wrote it#so yeah lmao#also mu wiritng isnt good? so any tips are very welcome#sintaz error is back! ....kinda#still jo time. but i am inspired#😎😎😎😎#nanainani#sintax error au#writing#undertale au#eeeeeeeee#long post
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bathroom war.
you and Corey have been dating ever since the 'incident' and let's just say he is very touch starved like anywhere in public he will most likely give you a small hug and a kiss on the cheek but when you two are alone he will never let you go he will drag you all the way upstairs and literally hold you down and cuddle with you as you both talk and end up falling asleep. no matter how many time you say you have to get up he will not let you he will start kissing your neck and you face while saying things like. no.....you are staying here with me Y/n your mine now. and. Y/n no I don't care if its 4 in the afternoon can we just stay in bed. COREY ITS 4 HELL NO NOW LET GO OF ME YOU BIG CUDDEL BUG. whenever he had the chance he would Alway's take you out on dates to a cafe of to a book store and if there's a carnival that day he will bring you there he will get you anything you lay your eyes on when you both were walking you saw a big Pokémon plush and he saw you looking at it he stop and Turn'd around to you win you it no matter how many times you said it's fine you don't need it . No Y/n I love you And I'm am going to win you this plushies no matter how long it takes your smile means everything to me so hell no I'm not going to quit now. Corey no its fine really I'm happy enough with the stuff you got for me. meanwhile you struggling holding the ten thing's he got you. no y/n 'm going to get this for you. COREY BABE I'M STRUGGELING HOLDING THE STUFF YOU ALREADY GOT ME I DO'NT NEED ANYMORE TRUST ME GOD DAMMIT. And one night you were in the kitchen cleaning up and you hear a knock on your door you then walk over to the door and open it to see Corey standing at your door all bruised and beat up you the pull him upstairs as he lets you drag him upstairs and soon enough he is sitting on the toilet seat as you fix his cut's and etc. Corey what happened to you who did this to you my big cuddle bug. you say as you put a hand on his cheek and he soon grabs your hand and rubs and as he looks at you his glasses are broken. well would you believe me if I got pushed off of a bridge. after he said that you snapped and went full mom mode trying to find there house and number's as you did that he let out small laugh's and some he was laughing so hard he stared crying. Y/n love I'm alright I'm okay now please stop before you make me die of laughter honey. soon you put the bath on for him and him saying that he is fine and doesn't need a bath. OH MY LORD COREY YOU GOT PUSHED OF A FRICKING BRIGE AND YOU TINK YOU DONT NEED A BATH DO YOU NOW WHAT YOU CHOULD HAVE BEEN ROLLING AROUND IN. soon he gave up and went up and you fallowed as he closed the washroom door you went upstairs yelling. Holer if you need anything. after 4 you hear him calling you so you run down and knock on the door. what is it Corey. can you come in Love. you look to see Corey in the bath looking at you his hair still dry and his glasses gone your face now all flushed as you try not to freak out. can you wash my hair for me Y/n. sure but way you ask as you walk over. well...soon a smirk form's on his lips as he soon pull's you in the bath. COREY WHAT THE HELL. you yell as he laughs and now water spilled out of the tub and the steam from the bath moving around the bathroom. and you facing Corey as he smirk's now your clothes' soaking wet as they stick to you figure. Corey....you mumble as you move closer to him as you his hand's hold you hip's slowly moving lower. DID YOU REALLY JUST PULL ME IN HERE TO WASH YOUR HAIR NOW MY CLOTH'S ARE SOAKING WET And super tight!. you exclaim as you hold his face. as he soon laugh's so hard tear's fall out of his eye's. yes I did Y/n and you could just take your cloth's off...unless you want me too he smile's innocently at you as you feel his hand's tugging at you pants' slipping them off a bit. you soon feel you face get hot. no I'll do it myself . you soon get up and close the Curtin slipping your pants off and any other clothing.
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The things i never told my mother
Im sorry mom
I know I gave you a hard time, even if you say it was worth it. I know i disappointed you, even if you now say you're proud of me.
I know you spent nights crying over what to do to raise me better, you did the best you could.
I've never been greatful enough. You were barely and adult when you had me, but you were always strong, always loving, always willing to try and be better.
You were just learning, and you had to face the expectations others had on you too, you went through so much and you still gathered all your strength to give me a better life than you had.
I'll never be able to express how much I love you, how much I appreciate all you've done for us, and how much I'll miss you.
Please, when my time to cross the brige comes, come to greet me, give me one of those hugs that can heal a broken soul, for if theres another life I would choose to be your daughter again
#she's fine im just emotional#i'm crying at 3 am bcs of this#please if u can#go and hug your mothers#or your dads#they need love too
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Into the Button Box pt 6 (final)
Chapter 129 page 143, Frankie Stone attacks Gwendy and her boyfriend Harry get ready to leave for a graduation party, Frankie Stone comes as described "beer, cigarettes, and sweat-funk" giving the reader a image of disgust of Frankie Stone. During this chapter a lot of imagery is being used to describe the fight between Harry and Frankie Stone to let the readers truly imagine how the fight is going down and give an idea of who is winning with lines such as "Frankie pulls one hand free, makes finger-prongs, and jabs them into Harry's eyes" soon Harry is killed in an attempt to save Gwendy. Frankie then tries to have his way with Gwendy after, but with the power of the button box she kills Frankie wishing he rots in hell. This chapter puts a stop to Gwendy's seemingly happy streaks in life nearing to the end of the story. Gwendy has finally graduated from high school and is spending her summer at Castle rock, when suddenly she spots the black hat in the living room stopping her cold in her tracks. This image shows how shocked Gwendy is to see the familiar black hat again signifying that the man that gave her the box when she was 12 years old has returned to take it back. She is talking with the man and remembers the night Harry and Frankie were killed, "She falls silent, remembering how Frankie's face began to turn black, how his eyes first went cloudy and then lolled back into their sockets. How his mouth drooped, the lower lip unrolling like a shade with a broken spring." This imagery shows how the box took Gwendy's wish for Frankie to rot literally, causing Frankie to die a gruesome but deserving death. The man is congratulating Gwendy for the well job she's done in keeping the box secure and leaves with a new keeper in mind for the box. Gwendy is now happy that she is free from the box, she also brings up how she doesn't want to see it again as she fears she would want to keep it, reminding us the effects of the beautiful mahogany box to it's owners causing them to be possessive of it. Now that she's free of the box she feels lighter than ever with a spring in her step as said in the book, and on the desk is left an 1891 Morgan Silver dollar left by the man. Laughing she picks it up and puts it away in her pocket briging an end to the story.
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Broken Bridge @ Paleo Festival, 19.07.2022
Very proud of my friends from Broken Bridge opening Paleo Festival! We were melting because the heat was insane, but we had just as much fun! They even managed to make the audience jump along! Such a beautiful moment. Merci Broken Brige & Paleo Festival!
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Day 1 in the land of faes: I'm going truly understand how the people came to believe in those things now
Day 2 in the land of faes: the people were right and I just spent two hours talking to trees a black cat and a white horse
#the forest is older and wiser than i can phantom#and i both fear and respect it#i have always had an interest in those matters but i more hoped than believed#i describe myself as an agnostic omnitheist#im not a non believer but i am also not exactly a believer#i dont know how to explain how this land makes me feel#everything is so old and ancient yes but so are many other things and places i have been to hell back in canada the forest is not any younge#but this is different#the woods are alive each three is sentient the black cat was more than a cat the white horse more than a horse the soil is different#the water is sentient and even maqde things are changed by the overall energy of the surroundings#the small brige covered in moss is not quite pf this realm anymore and neither is the broken forged fence#the carefully trimmed hedge maze is not contained nor restrained#the solitary wine glass abandoned by the broken statue next to the pear tree with a single ripe fruit may not have been an offering#but it has been nonetheless taken by somthing or someone in one way or another and the pear was not for me to take i know it#i do not know how to explain but in this place it is like the realm in which humans dwell comes so close to the realm of faery and touches#things are different#listen i am the most sckeptic bastard and i am not mad#and i am not easily affraid or a coward#but there are here powers at work mich greater than i can ever truly understand and i know it#and i feel an overwhelming urge to pay my respects to the great trees that stand like gardians#and i know myself and my instincts and i know to trust my guts and to forego logic and rationality sometimes to just listen to the pull#and here all my senses are in alert and no matter how irrational it may seem#i know my guts do not lie and i know to not go against some deep instincts#i just know i am not imagining things#and i said i was not mad it is not quite true i know paranoia and delusions but this is different#it seems irrational but it is not#my logic cannot rationally explain it with what i know of the world but i just know#the woods are ancient and i can only be glad the forest seems to like or at least not mind me#i need to go bring the horse another apple theyre my friend now#i need to proprely say goodbye before i leave
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ive never broken a bone, even in my childhood i ran through the streets wild and carefree, i climbed up the tallest trees looked down at the shrinking leaves. i would jump from the highest points and some how land on my feet as tengles ran up my legs like cunffette on my birthday. i was 5 then 6 then 10 then 12 and somehow ive yet to brake a bone. i started to run in 7th grade, made friends with self decay, needles and pins run across broken skin, patched up with hopes and dreams that washed away like a tidle wave. drawings in my own self pitty as the water consums me. and then i realized that i cant breathe. craked ribs and scorched limbs, and yet, ive never broken a bone. it was freshman year when i realized that friends weren't built to last, retrieve my olive branch, burn briges as if it was a task, cover my face with a mask and act like i will never go back. call out the self distribution of my friends but in the end, i was the problem and still, ive never broken a bone. it was just this year i relized that my body was full of dread, take pills to supplement the missing chemicals in side my head, cross out days on the calendar like it was just a never ending bingo game. the way my chest crakles like fierworks on the forth of july, the burning in my lungs as ash and sinder esacpe with every breath that i heave and yet, ive never broken a bone. the reality of seeing that i am nothing more then this holwed out vesul filled with systems ment to keep me alive, but what's the point if i cant see what it means die. i play sientist with my medicines, conduct a new study on why i feel like ive been split in two and the fact that even with all that, ive never broken a bone.
-r.g.
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lullabies
summary: the morning is dreary and the rain shows no signs of letting up. but jen and kira still intend to make the most of it.
a/n: writing gratuitous domestic fluff is how i cope
There weren't always mornings one would normally deem "perfect".
Sometimes Jen would wake up and not be greeted by warm beams of sunlight shining down on him from between the small split in the curtains. Sometimes Jen would not pierce his ears to the sounds of the birds chirping outside his window as they sang their morning songs. Nor would he be allowed to awaken naturally, letting his eyes wearily blink open at their own pace while he waited for the rest of his body to follow suite.
No this particular morning Jen would be startled out of his slumber by the sound of a sharp thunderclap. It nearly sent him tumbling out of bed, had he not caught the edge of his nightstand in time.
Kira was not far behind him. Even as heavy of a sleeper as she was, it didn’t stop the next loud roar of thunder from forcing her into a sitting postion beside him, eyes wide in surprise. Her hand automatically went for Jen's sleeve, and he gave it a few comforting pats.
"It's alright Kira. I'm here." He told her gently, briging his wife in close and kissing her temple. He nearly flinched when the wind picked up a broken off tree branch from the ground and hurtled it at their window. The older gelf wished he could say he was more prepared for when the weather got this bad, but the storms always managed to catch him by surprise.
This morning was no exception.
As he pulled the blanket tighter around Kira's shoulders, his ears turned in the direction of small pattering footsteps making their way towards the bed chamber. Two of them to be exact.
The first to arrive belonged to Su, his messy head of blond hair peeking through the gap in the doorway. Large watery brown eyes locked onto his parents, and Jen felt his heart clench. He beckoned his son forward with a wave of his hand.
"Did the thunder wake you up too?" He asked softly. Su nodded as he hurriedly toddled over to the bedside and let himself be scooped up into Kira's waiting arms.
"T-too loud..." he mumbled, sniffling into his mother's breast. Kira cooed sympathetically, running her fingers lovingly across his scalp. Jen was about to offer his own words of comfort when he heard the door creak open once again. He turned just in time to catch another pair of eyes observing them from the threshold.
Big and blue, with little flecks of amber. The eyes of his daughter.
Kairi stood there hesitantly, not making any moves to enter the room as her brother had done. "S-Su was pretty scared, so I thought I'd go with him..." She crossed her small arms over her chest, finding great interest in the floor at her feet.
Jen shook his head fondly. It appeared she didn't want to let on how frightened she actually was, so he decided to play along for now.
"Why don't you come join us, Kairi? I'm sure Su would appreciate you being there for him." He offered with a kind smile.
"That sounds like a good idea! Besides, I'm a little scared too, and holding both my babies would make me feel so much better." Kira added, leaning her head against Jen's shoulder. Kairi didn't seem to pick up on the knowing look they shared as she turned away to mull it over.
"Well.... I guess-"
Another deafening clap of thunder was enough to coax the young girl out of her spot as she let out a high pitched yelp and practically dived under the covers alongside her parents. She burrowed herself snugly into Kira's side, as did Su.
Jen tenderly nuzzled the top of his wife's head, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Kira hummed softly to acknowledge the affection, but kept her eyes glued to her children. She could hear their hushed whimpers and feel them flinch against her like frightened animals whenever lightning struck in the distance.
It broke her heart.
Then an idea came to mind. She didn't know if it would work, but it was well worth a try anyways. As if reading her thoughts, Jen tilted his head so his curious gaze could meet Kira's. He noticed the way the browns of her eyes subtly lit up. Like they always did when she felt inspired.
"What is it, love?" He inquired, barely raising his voice above a whisper.
Kira only responded with a small, knowing smile. Her arms momentarily released themselves from around her children to grab the ends of the thick comforter and pull it up over their heads. Kairi and Su slowly peeked their faces up from her chest, looking at their mother with twin expressions of bemusement.
They looked to their father for an answer, but Jen was just as much in the dark about what Kira had in mind as they were. But he trusted her completely. With this and with everything. Yet he still couldn't help but spare one more questioning glance her way.
His curiosity was sated when his wife opened her mouth and began to sing in a gentle, dulcet tone. It was in her podling tongue, something he was still a bit rusty at when it came to speaking, but the years had gifted him with a greater understanding of certain words and expressions than when he had first been exposed to it.
So he had no problem making out words like "my little ones" and "you're safe with me always" and "let your heads dance with pleasant dreams", among other sweet nothings. It warmed him up inside something fierce, and he felt himself falling even harder for his Kira, if that were even possible.
His gaze fell on his children, and he cooed quietly as they were well on their way to drifting off.
"So this was your plan. Very nicely executed." Jen praised, pressing a kiss to Kira's cheek as he brushed some hair out of his daughter's face. A yawn he had been trying to hold down forced it's way past his lips, prompting a giggle out of his wife.
"Sleep my love. I'll look after you. We'll all be here when you wake."
She craned her head up to peck his chin, fingers dancing along the side of his face. Jen leaned into her touch, not fighting his fatigue any longer. Though he kept his eyes open for as long as he could manage, just to drink in the sight of her. Beautiful in her looks and beautiful for existing at all.
"Shhhh, sleep now Jen..." Kira eased his chin onto her shoulder, lashes fluttering against his temple. She continued to hum her lullaby into his ear, shifting her focus onto him now that the children were sound asleep.
It didn't take long for her husband to follow suite, and soon Kira had three sleeping gelflings huddled into her. Outside, the thunder had ceased, the infinitely more soothing sounds of rain pattering against the windows filling the still air around them.
All was quiet once more.
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Game Informer has gone up with its first online coverage for Kena: Brige of Spirits, which is the cover story for its 329th issue.
First, here is the magazine’s newly revealed cover:
And here are the key tidbits from Game Informer’s current two preview articles:
20 Questions (And Answers) About Kena: Bridge Of Spirits
Kena’s name is pronounced KAY-nuh.
Kena is voiced and her voice actor sings on several of the soundtrack’s songs.
The game is set in a fictional location that pays homage to a variety of Eastern locations, including Japan, Bali, and the like. Kena is not from this place and traveled quite far to get there.
The little black creatures seen in the trailer are called Rot. Kena can find them scattered around the world and recruit them. They are responsible for decomposing things, and the fact that they have been scattered is one reason why this region has become tained with corruption.
Kena can direct Rot to move things, temporarily pull a broken bridge back into shape, maneuver a block into position to give her a boost, distract enemies, infuse her attacks with special power, and so on. The player will have to damage the enemy before using Rot in combat to build up their courage.
Rot will not die.
Kena’s staff has basic light, heavy, and charged attacks, as well as an upgrade that bends that staff and converts it to a bow. She has a pulse ability to create a bubble shield around her with its own health meter, which can also stagger enemies if timed correctly.
The Legend of Zelda was an influence. Ember Lab previously created a The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask fan film.
Rot can be outfitted with a variety of hats both found throughout the game world and purchasable by spending gems.
There are no microtransactions.
Ember Lab wants to include a photo mode, but is unsure whether it will be available at launch or added via a post-launch update.
The game is built in Unreal Engine 4.
It is not an open-world game. The village you encounter early on in the game serves as a hub, and you from there you can travel to several connected regions.
On PlayStation 5, you will be able to see all of the Rot you collect on-screen simultaneously. On PlayStation 4, while you will still be able to collect all 100 Rot in the world, you will see fewer of them at a time. They will not be any less effective in combat or during puzzle combat. Forests and overall foliage are also denser on PlayStation 5.
Regarding game length, Ember Lab could not put an exact number on it considering the number of side activities, but said it sought to create a game players could comfortable finish over a weekend.
It will not be a $59.99 release, and users who purchase the game on PlayStation 4 will be able to upgrade to the PlayStation 5 version free of charge.
While the game can be quite challenging on the highest difficulty settings, enemies will not be able to kill you in one shot.
What Does The PS5 Bring To Kena: Bridge Of Spirits?
Game Informer saw Kena: Bridge of Spirits running on PlayStation 5. To launch the game fresh from the system menu—not resuming a suspended game—took about two seconds.
The game was not originally developed with PlayStation 5’s hardware specifications in mind, but the additional horsepower allowed Ember Lab to do more within its pre-established boundaries.
The resistance on the triggers of the DualSense wireless controller are being utilized for heavy attacks, as well as the bow. “You draw it, and the way it sounds and the resistance feels like a bow tightening up,” said Ember Lab chief creative officer Mike Grier.
For more coverage of Kena: Bridge of Spirits to come, check out the online hub for Game Informer’s cover story.
Kena: Bridge of Spirits is due out for PlayStation 5, PlayStation 4, and PC via the Epic Games Store this holiday.
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Always knew you / chapter fithteen
Joe Mazzello x reader
Warning: swearing, speaking about loss.
Comment: Y/N is corrently 22, while Joe is 36.
Summary: you knew Joe all of your life, and as best friends you two always find the way back to each other.
“Joe! Don’t get mad but...” you say as he picks up the phone.
“What did you do?” He asks.
“I cut my legs at work, I’m at the hospital... but nothing really big...” you start.
“What? Are you alright?” His voice sounds so scared.
“Yes, I’m just waiting here for a doctor to take a look on it for sure!” You nod.
“What happend?” He asks a little more relaxed.
“I was taking out the trash, and a broken glass sticked out cutting my leg up.” You answer.
“Babe, I’m on my way now!” You hear his car door closing.
“Don’t, just wanted to tell you first!” You say quickly.
“I will be there... Oh Shit in almost 3 hours?” You can hear how much he is pissed about it.
“Yeah, not the shortest ride, but you really don’t need to come!” You answer.
“My fiancé is in a hospital, ofcourse I need to be there!” He says, even you can’t really hear him as the car is so loud.
“Put down the phone if you are driving!” You say as a mad parent.
“Okay, okay! I will be there just send me the adress of the hospital!” He says and cuts the line.
You send him the adress and you are waiting for someone to call your name. Minutes are going like hours and nothing happens, people are called in, but it is never your name. You try not to think about the amount of blood you saw before your boss wraped your leg to stop the bleeding.
2 and a half hours later you are still waiting when Joe comes almost running to you. “I’m not dying, Silly!” You giggle.
“Says the woman in the hospital!” He sits next to you, and kisses you.
“I hate hospitals!” You wishper putting your head on his shoulder.
“Me too...” he nods. “Last time we... Shit I hate that memory!” He lets out the words between his tighten teeth.
“Worst memory...” you nod.
Not much later a nurse is calling your name. It turns out it is not that deep as it looked, so you just need some day to not use it that much, and everything will be fine after it healed, even it will leave a mark on your leg for your life.
You walk to the car leaning on Joe as it is starts to hurt. You sit in the car and as he starts it he says. “I want you to move to my apartment, so I can be there in a minute!” He says softly.
“What?” You ask feeling angry.
“I want to live with you, we are getting married!” His voice is starting to raise.
“That is two different thing, one thing to move in together, but leaving my life behind to move into your place is an another!” You say looking out of the window.
“You wouldn’t move to my place?” He asks.
“Why aren’t you moving to my apartment?” You ask back.
“Mine is bigger...” he starts.
“And is where you want to live!” You end.
“Yes!” He nods, with guilt on his face.
“I have a job here, kids I’m responsable for!” Your voice starts to shake.
“Like I’m not working in New York!” He yells.
“I wasn’t saying that, but you have jobs everywhere, you fly a lot, I have my job only here!” You say quietly. “What would I do in New York when you are flying across the world? I would have no job, and would be alone at home all the time!” You wishper.
“I’m sure you would get a job there too!” He says.
“Start as a second trainer again?” You laugh. “Thanks I climbed up in the last 3 years to be where I’m now!”
“You can still fly with me everywhere!” He answers, and you feel the anger in you raising.
“Be your sugar baby?” You laugh bitter sweet. “I can work, until we don’t start a family I want to work!” You speak louder and louder.
“We are not working on that to happen?” He asks, and you feel you hit something in his soul.
“Yes we are!” You nod. “But aah shit... I started this fucking sport because of you, and now when I’m finally acheving something you want me to throw it away?” Your voice is really shaky, so he pulls on the side to look into your eyes.
“Silly, you really started it because of me?” He cups your face, and as you nod he continues. “Ooh Babe! I don’t want to argue with you!”
“Me neither!” You look in his eyes finally.
“We can work it out, I guess... even I want to be with you all the time!” He wishpers.
“I want to be with you all the time too, but I don’t want to live on you!” You whisper back.
“You wouldn’t live on me!” He shouts.
“Yes, I would!” You nod.
“And why is it matters?” He asks.
“Because I don’t want to be the one who is with you for the money! Because I’m not!” You wishper not looking into his eyes.
“Noone said that!” He smooths out some hair from your face.
“But they will, and if not I still want to be there for the kids!” You wishper with sadness on your face.
“Okay, okay, I know you love your students!” He nods. “But I still would love to live in New York city!”
“What if...” your eyes are brigthening up. “Oh Shit, I don’t know split the time we spend in both city... I mean it is hard to drive 5 hours a day, but I can get used to that.”
“Silly, you can’t drive from New York to Springfield everyday!” He says with shook on his face.
“Just every second week!” You answer quickly.
“Silly, Silly look at me!” He pinches your chin to look into your eyes. “What if we center ourself here on the week days, and spend the weekends in New York watching houses.”
“Watching houses?” You feel confused.
“My apartment is fine, but I want my children to have a tree house, and to play out side, not between cars. As we won’t live in New York until we start our family, I can sell my apartment in the minute we found a house we would like to have all of our lifes.”
“I don’t want to be selfish, your life is easier in your place.” You shake your head.
“Babe! I can keep my less important meetings via skype, I did it before I’m not that old!” You can’t keep the laughter back as he says. “Can you believe or not, I’m not that old!”
“I believe you are not that old!” You nod, trying to keep back more giggle. His eyebrows are raising on your behavior, but he says nothing about it. “But you have still important meetings!”
“Who cares? I can fly there, but I want to wake up next to you everyday... or atleast almost everyday” he is corecting himself.
“We can do that in your place...”
“Hey, I want to see you happy, and I know you will be the happiest if you continue to teach the kids...” he cuts in.
“No! I will be the happiest if we will have our own kids!” You corect him with soft face, but you see how his eyes are darkening for a second, before he can control himself. “Don’t even have those thoughts! Ever!”
“What? That I waited too long? That maybe I’m the problem, that maybe I can’t have a family?” You see on his face how much he is eating himself up on this.
“That is not true! You are young, and healthy there is no reason for you to believe there is anything wrong with you. If you remember you made me fall pregnant, I was the one who lost our child...”
“Don’t ever say this like that, it wasn’t your fault!” He moans.
“As it is not on you right now! People are waiting years before they can finally have a child, and there is no problem with any of them, just it doesn’t work out till that minute! We haven’t even trying like crazy,
and we still have our whole life ahead of us!” You smooth some redish hair out of his face before you kiss him. “So never ever think there is a problem with you, we will have a family! Okay?”
“Okay...” he nods.
“I want it as much as you want it, I just feel like we should let it happen!” You wishper kissing his hand what is cupping your face.
“Lets get first married, than we can worry on this later!” He says as he starts the car.
“5 weeks from now you will be so nervous!” You laugh.
“Ooh believe me, you will be one thinking that: Sure I want to marry this old man?” He chuckles.
“Ooh, hell yes I want to!” You kiss him on the cheek.
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“Did I heard right when Joe said he can’t talk now, he is in the gym?” Asks Ben as you pick up the phone.
“Hello for you too Benjamin!” You giggle.
“Hi, sorry, I’m in shook.” Comes from the other end of the line.
“You know 3 weeks until the wedding he is hard core on “not to look that old next to you” project!” You answer.
“He really call it like that?” He asks, and in your mind you can see him grimacing.
“Yeah!” You giggle.
“He is stupid! He looks fantastic!”
“Sometimes I feel like you are the one who is marrying him not me!” You teas him.
“Hey! I’m just being a work wife here okay?” He chuckles.
“I’m sure about that! What was the real reason you called Joe, and me?” You ask.
“I know it is late and everything, but can I bring a plus one?” You can hear how nervous he is about it.
“Tell me it is the girl who made you late back in summer!” You feel him blushing throw the phone.
“Yes it is her!” He admits.
“Just make sure she is aware that even it will be on a jackt it doesn’t mean it will be all fancy and everything! As you know we just want to celebrate with our loved ones, and the ones they...” you are waiting for him to end the sentence.
“Yeah, I think... maybe... I think I love her... but we did not said it, so please!” He sounds even more ambaressed now.
“I can’t promise you a lot, but I’m on it to make the crew behave!” You giggle.
“Thank you, than I see you soon!”
“See you soon, Benjamin!” You say as you hang up on him.
Joe gets home from the gym on hour later, and finds you in the kitchen singing under your nose, washing the dishes.
“Hi, Babe!” He kisses the top of your head.
“Hi, handsome!” You close your eyes and lean into his kiss.
“Ben called me, but now I can’t reach him...” he says while opening the fridge.
“He called me after you!” You say over your shoulder, not turning to him.
“And?”
“You remember when we thought he had sex before we met for that busy day in England?” You ask.
“Yeah...” he sounds curious.
“So we will meet her on our wedding!” You turn to him.
“What?” His jaw is almost on the floor.
“He is briging her to the wedding.” You keep a little break than it gets trough your mind. “Shit, I hope it is not a problem I said yes for him without asking you.”
“I want to meet her, so I guess it is okay...” he nods.
“Sorry, I totally forget I get so excited.” You feel the guilt.
“Nothing, Babe! If he want us to meet her, I’m sure it is not just a one date thing.” He cups your face and kisses you.
“Can you keep a secret?” You ask with a conspirator face. As he nods you continue. “I think he totally felt for her. He said maybe he even loves her.” You lower your voice even noone is around.
“Are you serious?” He looks at you in shook still cupping your face.
“I think he really do, he only asked to bring her when he was sure about it, I mean they are seeing eachother since we are together and he only asked now.” You wishper.
“You can be right!” His eyes are wondering in the nothing.
“I must be right!” You grimace, before you slide out his cupping hands.
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“So kids this is Bella, she will be with us this week helping me, and she will be the one who will train with you after my wedding on saturday, as you all know I will be on my honeymoon!” You introduce your replacement trainer to your students.
“Hello Bella!” Comes in choir from the 12 years old crowd.
You feel relived as it goes well with the first team, even you have 3 more teams in the next 2 days. Bella is doing very well, and you feel more relived as you start to know you won’t leave the kids in bad hands.
As the next, and for the day last training is over you head to the train with your new co-trainer. “You really said Yes after one month together?” Bella asks.
“Without a doubt!” You admit.
“Still has no doubt?” She asks, and you can see on her face she really can’t put it together.
“I knew him all of my life, I know who he is, I know my feeling for him, I know I want to spend the rest of my life with him. We wasted 4 years not speaking about our kiss, now I don’t want to wast any more time.” You give the answer.
“Tell me does it make it any special he is a big movie star?” She looks genuanly curious.
“It makes it difficult, all the tabloids, the blogs, the fans...” you admit. “After he asked me to marry him I saw the headlines, and cried for a solid hour or two before he could even talk to me.”
“So you didn’t choose him because of the fame or the money?” She asks.
“Oh God no! I stan that he was acting even before I was born, he is fucking talented actor, and director, but if I could live a normal life without crazy fans and everything I would choose that...” you admit.
“Was there anything crazy with fans?” She asks.
“Ooh I get into a fight with one once. It was the night I find my dress I was with Luc, and Ben celebrating, I get up to get some drinks, when I get back there were some fans, one was a bitch with me, later on she called me Joe’s slut and I lost it!” You pull your shoulder.
“So it was a full half year?”
“Oh God Yes it was!” You laugh.
“Oh I hope some day someone’s eyes are going to shin like yours when they are speaking about me!” She laughs too.
“Is it that seeable?” You look at her with a good kind of shook on your face.
“Ooh even the blind can see, how much you love him!”
As you get to the train you feel dizzy, and as Bella is putting her hand on your back you lean into her touch to get back your balance. “Are you alright?” She asks, and you can see how afaird is she.
“Yeah, not eaten enough, I guess!” You say as you get on the train. “And I have a lot of stress on my shoulder to be fair...” you giggle akwardly.
“Less then a week and you are married, I can’t even imagine how much stress you have in your life right now.” She pats your back before she gets down at the next stop. “See you tomorrow!”
“See you tomorrow!” You nod, before the door closes between you.
As you are alone you start to panic and look up the closest drug store open hours on Google. As you get down from the train you have only 10 minutes to get in there and buy your stuff. You just suffle out as they close the store.
When you get home Joe is already cooking dinner. You are happy he is take it down your shoulder as you couldn’t focus on anything, but couldn’t said anything about it either.
As you are coming out of shower Joe looks at you with a grimace. “You were quiet all night... are you regreting the weekend?” He looks kind of afaird.
“No Silly, I’m just tired, tomorrow I still need to get some decorations for the wedding so I will be up early, to do it before the afternoon training.” You answer. “So we should sleep, I guess.”
“I will be out for a meeting in the morning, I need to leave at six will you be up by that?” He asks.
“Maybe getting awake?” You nictate at him.
“Well if I can kiss you in the morning I’m okay with me being your little spoon!” He says and turn for you to grab him into your hug. “Good night beautiful!”
“Good night handsome!” You feel him already falling asleep but your mind is nowhere close to sleeping. Your thoughs are flying from a to b and back, and you can’t think about anything else than how short and easy was on you your last period little more that two weeks ago, and how much it hurts your breast to touch his back.
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Joe wakes you up with kisses all over your face. ���Wake up sleeping beauty I’m almost off for the meeting!” He smooth some hair out of your face.
“I don’t want to!” You moan.
“You said you need to!” Comes the cruel answer.
“I know, I know...” you nictate at him. “Just I had a vivid dream, so I need real sleep!” You let your head drop back to the pillow.
“Have a nice day, Silly!” He kisses your forhead and leave you in the apartment alone.
Your heart starts to race almost out of your body, as you step to your bag you were afraid to open since you get home yesterday. You get out the pregnancy test and head to the bathroom.
You pee on it and place it on the floor upside down. You feel curious, happy, angry, confused at the same time as the 3 minute goes by like hours of your life, if not days. As the alarm goes off on your phone you turn it, and star at it.
To be continued...
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Omg I had a magical soda concept too but it was about a quiet boy who just wanted a soda, used this rlly old looking one with unrecognizable flavors and as soon as he puts his money and pushes a button, he gets sucked into the vending machine and has to venture through soda based hell to get back home :D
OH COOL THAT IS SIMILAR
the main point of Bug Soda is probably more about building sibling relationships and briging a “broken” family closer together. It was kind of a coincidence that this vending machine got involved. These kids... also just wanted goddamn soda....
But thats all in the worlds magic isn’t it? who knows where these vending machines even come from. mysterious.............
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The Mutiny: Chapter 4
Anger over the exile and lack of payment for Peter caused Yondu’s crew to consider mutiny. By the time Peter was ten, tensions were at a boiling point, finally spilling over just like the soup pot the mutineers planned to stick him in.
Yondu hadn’t felt so helpless in years, not since before his rescue. But with his arrow out of commission and his implant overheating there was little he could do to prevent his former crew from selling him back to the Kree.
Stakar was conflicted. On the one hand, it served Yondu right to have his crew turn on him after he had turned his back on the code. On the other, it was a little too ironic that the man whose action had saved him from slavery was going to condemn him to return through inaction.
An AU in which the mutiny happens much, much earlier and help comes from the most unlikely of places.
Characters: Peter Quill, Yondu Udonta, Stakar Ogord, Taserface (Marvel), Gef (Marvel), Martinex T'Naga, Aleta Ogord
Additional Tags: Cannibalism, Child Abuse, Death, Suicidal Ideation
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Peter was good at moving quickly through air vents, the biggest obstacle that he had faced so far in his trek through the Starhawk was that it was nowhere near as noisy as the Elector. The ship he was used to calling home creaked and groaned constantly, meaning that every small noise was either blamed on the ship itself or the Orloni infestation. It didn’t help that he had started coughing, no doubt a side effect of the broken ribs Taserface had given him.
Unfortunately, the Starhawk seemed to be kept in near perfect condition. A-holes, Peter thought bitterly as he was forced to pause and wait, totally still, for a group of Ravagers to pass underneath him.
Either they hadn’t noticed his absence yet (unlikely), or they hadn’t sent out a ship wide message to inform everyone that there was a missing kid on board. If Stakar’s men were anything like Yondu’s, Peter supposed the later was a better guess since anything else would likely get him killed by a hungry crew.
It would be a helluva lot easier if aliens just probed you and stuck you back where they found you like in the movies, he decided. Of course, there were times that he wasn’t sure he would have been any better off on Earth - even if you were stuck with a bunch of a-holes, space was fun - but he kept that to himself.
As another Ravager passed under him, Peter blinked in alarm realizing that he was carrying a body. Kraglin! He pushed his face up against the narrow slits that allowed air to exit the vents and gaped as the man carried the Elector’s first mate below him. Kraglin was completely motionless, and Peter couldn’t tell if his chest was rising and falling or not, seeing as how the man was being carried over the stranger’s shoulder. Panic welled up in his throat, wondering who had attacked first, Kraglin or whoever had put him in that shape. Peter started coughing, hiding the noises in his coat. At first, he didn’t notice the stain of blood on the red of his jacket, but when he wiped his mouth with his hand, he couldn’t fail to miss it. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. He needed to get to help and soon.
Please be alive, he thought desperately, squinting down the hall after Kraglin and his captor (who had thankfully been too busy dealing with Kraglin’s gangly form to notice Peter’s coughing). He wasn’t overly fond of Kraglin, but if the first mate truly was dead, then even he had to admit Yondu was several times more likely to do something stupid. Once the two passed under him, Peter hurried the rest of the way over the hall and into the wall. Traveling through the vents in the walls was easiest, as they tended to be better insulated and therefore you could risk a bit more noise. For a moment, he considered going after Kraglin but thought better of it. Even if the man was alive, it wasn’t like Peter could do anything to help him. Instead, he set off on again on his search for Yondu, deciding that Kraglin could be his problem.
Unfortunately, the Starhawk was not set up exactly like the Elector, and Peter was surprised to find himself in the crew quarters instead of the medical bay. Grumbling angrily he dropped into the next empty room he found, immediately hunting through the desk, praying for a map.
If the Stakar’s hierarchy was anything like that of Yondu’s men, only the top ranking crew had their own room, leaving Peter to assume he’d stumbled into someone important’s space. All the more reason for something useful to be here. He would just have to hurry, although, hopefully, they wouldn’t have expected him to go to the crew quarters (he wouldn’t have planned on it, anyway).
After finding nothing useful on the top of the desk, he dropped to his knees, disappointed to see that the desk had a lock, but delighted a moment later to realize that it was broken. Grinning, he pried it open. The first thing he did - a trick Yondu had taught him - was to check for any secret compartments. Bingo.
The bottom of one of the drawers popped out, and a small tablet fell into his hands. He flicked it on, praying for a ship diagram, instead, he was rewarded with what appeared to be a child’s toy, complete with language learning software. Peter recognized it as the same one Yondu had made him use to improve his reading skills. Weird, he thought, turning the tablet over to see if it had any identifying marks. Something clattered in the hall and Peter shoved the drawer back into the desk, forgetting to put the tablet back first. He grabbed it as he ran, fleeing into the closet.
Oh hell, he thought, recognizing the strange outfits that were hung above his head, the same ones he’d seen Stakar wearing.
“He’s not in the medical bay.” Stakar bit back a sigh of frustration at the crewmember’s words, resisting the urge to kick at the nearest wall.
“No,” he said after a moment. “I’m guessing he wouldn’t be. Keep an eye out for him though, and comm me if anything changes.”
“Yes Sir,” the medic replied. She was quiet for a moment, waiting until just before she cut the call to add, “Yondu is stable.”
Stakar nodded to himself, tapping his foot as he stared at the map of the ship he’d pulled up on his wrist monitor. He brought his comm back to his lips and typed in a familiar code. “Martinex, are you back onboard the Starhawk?”
“Not yet.”
“Remind me again, the Elector, it’s a mirror image of the Starhawk, isn’t it?”
Martinex had spent more time on the other ship when he’d been rounding up the last troublesome members of Yondu’s mutinous crew, so his memory of the ship would be better. “Not exactly, but close.”
“So if someone thought they were going to the medical bay of the Elector, where would he end up aboard the Starhawk?”
“Can this hypothetical person read signs?”
Stakar snorted dryly. “Very funny. Let’s say this hypothetical person is in the vents.”
“Hmm. Let me see.” Stakar could easily picture Martinex pulling a map identical to the one he was currently surveying of the Starhawk, but if he knew his first mate, the man would have gotten the schematics of the Elector as soon as he’d stepped on board. He thought of things like that, it was part of why Stakar was loathe to give him his own command and loose his valuable insight.
“Crew Quarters,” Martinex supplied after a moment. “Coming in from the hanger, which is where I’m assuming your hypothetical potential stowaway - who fits in the vents and is decidedly not the Terran that Obfonteri was asking about that I saw you leave with - is coming from, they’d come up on our rooms first. It would depend on which vents they were hypothetically using.”
Sometimes, Martinex was too smart for his own good.
Stakar set off down the hall, making his way as quickly as possible to his rooms, hoping his hunch was correct. “So if you were this hypothetical not-Terran stowaway, what would you do upon realizing you didn’t end up where you planned?”
“Find a map.”
“Quarters would be a good place to look,” Stakar agreed, shoving past the Ravagers in the halls with barely an apologetic nod.
“Hypothetically, I would look for the higher ranking crew’s rooms.” Martinex paused, then added, “hypothetically we’ve overlooked a large flaw in our security systems. I’ll make a note to have the vents into crew quarters sealed.”
“Hypothetically of course,” Stakar teased, turning sharply around the corner and using his wrist comm to buzz himself into the private area of the ship occupied by the officers. Having the hallway coded made little sense if there were huge vents perfect for sneaking around, he thought dejectedly.
“Hypothetically, you’re a pain,” Martinex said and cut the communication before Stakar could retort. He took a moment to send a short text of ‘oughta have you briged’ then refocused on finding Peter.
Martinex’ reply pinged through almost instantly, ‘you’d space Ruul in two days without me.’ He probably wasn’t wrong. Stakar didn’t dislike his second mate, but the Kree was nowhere near as useful as Martinex. Then again, few people were.
He decided on checking his own rooms first, if the kid was in their rooms - and if he wasn’t, Stakar was truly at a loss for where to look for him - he could potentially do the most damage in the captain’s quarters.
Stepping inside, he flicked on the light. Nothing was obviously out of place, but that didn’t mean that Peter wasn’t in there. Should have told Ruul to scan the ship, he thought bitterly. Even though having his Second Mate scan for Peter’s life sign was less reliable than Stakar would have liked, it would have been a good back up if this plan failed. He typed the Kree a quick message, instructing him to locate any abnormal signatures and report them, then resumed the search of his quarters.
“Look, kid, if you’re in here, why don’t you come out and talk.” He was met with silence. If he’s not in here, I look stupid. Stakar tried a different approach, “I had my first mate scan the ship, I know you’re here. Why don’t you just give up?”
Something clattered in his closet, as though the kid was startled. Gotcha. Stakar pulled out his desk chair and sat down, propping up his feet. “Arket said you’re scared.” His voice dropped, more gentle than before, “I’m not gonna grab you.”
He was met with silence and hoped fervently that he hadn’t imagined the noises. Hopefully, Ruul would finish up his scan of the ship soon, that way, even if Stakar was just talking to an empty room, he’d know sooner rather than later. But Stakar's gut feeling told him this was right where the kid was.
“You looked pretty beat up the last time I saw you. I’m sure you could benefit from a doctor.” Stakar just hoped it had been Taserface and his mutineers who had left Peter in such bad shape, if it had been Yondu he wouldn’t have a choice but to deal with him. Abusing kids was something Stakar firmly didn’t tolerate.
His wristwatch pinged and he looked down to see a message displayed from Ruul. ‘Something’s in your room. Ain’t normal.’
‘Terran?’ Stakar typed back.
‘No.’
Flark. Martinex had said that Obfonteri had claimed Peter was Terran, but if there was something else in his room, he probably should be worried. Stakar stood, praying that it was just the kid and the scanners were acting up again. Maybe we hit a solar storm and messed up the scanners, he thought. “Come on, kid, let me help you.”
Something coughed in his closet. Not wanting to scare the kid, he didn’t take the chance to rip the door open and grab him. But as the coughing continued and seemed to grow worse, Stakar moved closer, kneeling just outside the door. “I’m gonna open the door now,” he said softly.
When he opened the door, he was rewarded with the sight of Peter curled in the back corner, face buried in the crook of his elbow as he coughed. He stared at Stakar with wide eyes, clearly frightened.
“Do you need water?” Stakar still didn’t move closer, crouching further to make himself appear smaller and less threatening, a trick he’d picked up dealing with Yondu. “I want to help.”
“Can’t breathe.” The boy finally lowered his arm, revealing that his lips were stained with red liquid. Blood.
Stakar winced sympathetically, holding out his hand. “You need to lie flat, come on, let me help.” Peter hesitantly took his hand, and he gently pulled him from the closet, looping an arm under his legs so he could lift him. When the boy stiffened and started to protest he explained, “I’m gonna put you on the bed.”
Peter nodded and allowed himself to be laid out, Stakar rested his hand on the boy’s shoulder as he keyed in another message to Ruul. ‘Medical team to captain’s quarters. Kid hurt.’
“Can you breathe better?”
Peter nodded, gasping and spitting up more blood. Stakar grabbed an old shirt out of his closet and pressed it to his mouth, wiping off the blood. “Help’s on the way.”
“Taserface hit me,” he whispered, still struggling to breathe.
Stakar shifted his hand to Peter’s chest, pushing up his shirt to look for any wounds. “No one’s allowed to hit you anymore, you got that?” He suspected that he felt at least one broken rib, which would explain why Peter was spitting blood. “Slow your breathing and try not to panic. You’re going to be fine.”
He took ahold of one of Peter’s hands with his spare hand, squeezing gently. Peter squeezed back. “Who are you?” he rasped.
“I knew Yondu, back before he broke the code. Name's Stakar.”
Peter nodded, his breathing speeding up again. “Calm down, shhh. Deep breaths.”
“Can’t. Help.” He looked terrified, his huge eyes staring pleadingly at Stakar, his small body shaking with each breath.
“Let’s try sitting you up.” Stakar crawled onto the bed to sit beside him and pulled Peter so that he was half in his lap. “Help’s almost here.”
‘Tell them to hurry,’ he messaged Ruul. Then he pinged a new message to Martinex, ’Find the Elector’s doctor and get me the boy’s medical history.’
Martinex called instead of texting, and before Stakar could say anything - or warn him that there was a frightened ten-year-old present - he reported, “I already found your man. Well, I found his head. I’m not sure where the rest of him is. Possibly the kitchen.”
Peter whimpered, “Whose head?” He craned his head to look at Stakar, fear flashing in his eyes.
Recalling that the mutineers had been planning on eating Peter, Stakar patted his hand reassuringly. "No one's gonna eat you."
Martinex must have heard him, remarking, “Oh? You found the hypothetical not-Terran stowaway?”
“Not now Marty,” Stakar said, slightly harsher than he’d intended. “I need you to find the kid’s medical records.” The more they knew about what had been used to treat him in the past, the easier it would be on them to treat him now.
“Of course.” Martinex paused for a moment, then added, in a completely serious voice, “Peter, don’t die, Obfonteri threatened to do some rather creative things to the Captain’s anatomy if I didn’t return you to him.”
“Y-yes sir,” Peter gasped.
“He’s not dying, it’s just a punctured lung,” Stakar interrupted, trying to keep Peter from realizing how serious his injuries were.
Sounding genuinely confused, the first mate asked, “I thought that was serious in fleshy species.” Leave it to Martinex to decide this was a good time for Stakar to give him an anatomy lesson.
“He’s going to be fine,” Stakar replied sharply. “Just get me his medical records.” Then he hung up, shifting to look down at Peter. “Don’t listen to Marty, he doesn’t understand anyone who isn’t made of rock.”
Peter nodded, as though speaking was too much. “Deep breaths,” Stakar soothed. “Help’s almost here.”
Author’s Note:
Ruul is an OC of sorts. He’s the blue guy behind Stakar during his confrontation with Yondu. I’ve got some headcanons (and photos) about him and a fic I wrote.
#yondu#peter quill#stakar ogord#aleta ogord#guardians of the galaxy#marvel#fanfic#fan fic#martinex#charlie 27#mainframe#kraglin#my writing#series: the mutiny
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