#but he used to kneel down to talk to henry and tell him to go get him the best king sized candy bar he could.

[becoach-a]

beard, years ago: no sorry i can't come to your halloween party, i'm coming along to take my godson trick or treating . . . yes that is more important than a party. bye.

[imyourbratzdoll]

hi love, the last request i had that you did was amazing so i’m here again Lol, so my idea is smut, with either soft!dark nomad!steve rogers or maybe soft!dark lumberjack!henry cavill, whichever character you prefer, he’s really possessive and is always reminding reader that she’s his. like he’d go to the ends of the earth to make sure no one even looks at his girl the wrong way. and like maybe one day he gets irritated with the reader because she’s been acting out or maybe he got jealous because of something she did, but in return he shows her who she belongs to and he’s like “who do you belong to pretty girl?” or “talk to me sweet girl, who makes you feel this good?” smth like that bcuz dirty talking is my weakness hehe 🤭 love u and ur work💗💗

hey baby! I'm so sorry for taking so long, but I hope you like it!

summary - your husbands have been noticing something off with you, and they decide to punish you until you tell them what's wrong.

warning - smut, threesome, polyamorous, slight angst, swearing, punishment, creampie, oral sex, double penetration, dark men, mentions of death, assumptions of cheating.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

“What’s wrong with our little princess, huh?” You ignore them, not daring to look at them because you know you’d fold if you did. Steve walks over, kneeling before you and resting his large hand on your knee. “You will have to talk to us sometime soon.” Henry stands to the side of Steve, glaring down at you with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“If you don’t answer, bunny. We will be forced to punish you.” You huff, crossing your arms and leaning back into the couch. You squeal as your suddenly lifted and twisted into an uncomfortable yet satisfying position. Your head hangs over Henry’s knees while your crotch aligns with his. “Fine, I guess we’re forced to do this the hard way.” A moan falls from your lips as his thick fingers begin to rub your cloth-covered cunt, circling your swollen clit. “What do you think we should do with her, Steve? Hmm?” Your core throbs with how deep his voice is, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head at how handsome your men are. But you are mad. You can’t give in to them, no matter how much you want to cum around their thick, throbbing members.

“Hmm.” Your core clenches at the sound of Steve undoing his belt and taking out his thick, leaking cock. “We should edge her, not give our little princess what she desperately wants.” Before you can argue, he slides his cock between your lips, choking you on his member. Steve’s head falls back, “Fuck, you’re mouth feels amazing around me.” His hands come down and grip the sides of your head softly, thrusting in and out, taking you apart, enjoying the sight of your saliva gathering and flowing out of your mouth. “Go on, Henry. Give our princess’s little pussy a little bit more attention.” 

Henry chuckles, repeating Steve’s actions by undoing his belt and taking his prominent member out. “Get ready, bunny. You won’t be cumming at all unless you tell us why you’ve been acting like a little brat.” He groans as he slides his cock into your tight cunt, pushing past your walls and deep inside you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, moans blocked by Steve’s cock, sending vibrations through him, causing him to groan loudly. “Aww, our little bunny is making Stevie feel good with her mouth, huh?” You try to nod, but you’re so full. “Squeezing my cock so good, bunny. You going to tell us what’s wrong?” 

You whimper, sucking Steve’s cock desperately. Your hands come up and fondle his heavy sacks. Whines escape you as Henry begins to pound into you, hitting every place that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. “Don’t be so mean, Henry. Our little princess can’t talk with her mouth full. She knows it’s rude, don’t you, princess?” You nod, fat tears filling your eyes. You can’t think properly, having two prominent men taking you apart, making you feel so many emotions. You sob as Steve pulls out of your mouth, tapping your cheek as he watches your face contort from Henry’s cock slamming into you. “C’mon, princess. Why have you been such a brat lately?” 

Your eyes cross, and your hearing becomes fuzzy. “Y–You don’t love me anymore!” You sob, walls rapidly clenching and unclenching around Henry, and a whine escapes you when he stops his movements. Your hips begin to move, trying to recreate the feeling. “Keep going!” The tears are now flowing down your face, making a mess. 

Henry and Steve look at each other with their brows furrowed, wondering why you would’ve thought this and what they did for you to feel this way. “Princess, we love you so much. Why would you ever think otherwise?” Steve cups your cheek as Henry lifts you to sit you onto his lap correctly. 

Henry grips your hips and stares at you with sad eyes. “Steve’s right, bunny. We love you so much, and not a day goes by that we don’t think about you. You are our bunny, our princess.” You pout, mind foggy from being seconds away from an orgasm to now having to talk about your feelings. You know there’s no way of escaping this, and you know you should communicate more, especially since the last time you acted like this.

Your pout deepens, “I saw how you acted with that woman… It seemed like you would’ve rather had her instead of me because what can I offer?” You can feel yourself choke up as you remember a few days back how you had walked outside to give your husbands a drink for all their hard work, only to find them staring at the new neighbour as she spoke, a tiny dress and bouncy hair. How they looked at her was how you had wished they would look at you, and that’s when the insecurities began because they barely even noticed you after that. They always seemed to go over to help her, being at her beck and call whenever she needed them. You didn’t know if they were cheating on you when they were over there. You had no clue what was happening. All you knew was that you were losing the men you loved. 

Steve and Henry could feel their hearts breaking as they realised how they had been neglecting you this whole time, making you feel like you meant nothing to them, making you think they’d rather have some bimbo over you. You never really knew that they had used that woman as fertiliser because they couldn’t have someone like that trying to break apart your marriage. You never questioned why your garden had grown more than usual, as they’d distract you with wooden things they had crafted for you. They’d only been going over to the woman’s house because they had seen some things you would like as your own, planning to gift them to you for your birthday and christmas. 

“Oh, princess, that’s not true at all. You are our world. We’d never want someone so used and pathetic, and we want you, our pure little baby.” Steve leans forward and brings you into a passionate kiss, pouring all of his love into you. 

“Steve’s right, bunny. You’re our little girl, our perfect little wife.” You moan as he moves your hips slowly against him, grinding you down, taking his turn to kiss your plump lips. You gasp as he lies you down, pulling you on top of him, allowing Steve to climb on top of you and slide alongside him, filling you with their giant cocks. They move slowly, pumping in and out of you, feeling their cocks harden more from the sounds that leave past your lips. “We only belong to you, bunny.” You whimper into Henry’s neck, crying from the intense pleasure.

“Talk to us, princess. Who makes you feel this good, huh?” Steve plunges into you, grunting as your walls clench around them. The feeling of their hands all over you, their cocks pounding into you, causes you to slowly slip from your mind, wondering how you had gotten so lucky. “C’mon, princess. Answer me.”

“You… Both!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, vision becoming white as you squirt, your juices flowing out and covering your men. 

“That’s right, bunny. Us.” Henry growls, pounding fast before his head flies back and his eyes close, thick hot cum flowing out of his mushroom tip and deep into you. 

Steve grunts, placing soft kisses on your back as he buries himself deep inside you, his balls tightening, and he releases, filling you with his cum. Your eyes begin to flutter shut as you sag into your husband, falling asleep to them, whispering that they love you and pressing sweet kisses onto your body. 

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[witchersmistress]

Pizza and orgasms

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You've been friends with Henry for years, taking the mickey out of one another, been through all the boyfriends, girlfriends, the regrettable one night stands but there was always something that pulled you guys together. You guys got together for you weekly dinner nights when he was working or on a super busy schedule. It was a warm evening and you decided on pizza and of course Henry just had to use his big green egg grill.

Lounging outside as he cooked you talked about anything and everything, but your mind just couldn't let go of the fight you had with your ex, a few weeks ago. “Penny for your thoughts?” Henry quipped. Giving him a tight smile “Nothing just something stupid my ex said '' he rolled his eyes, he truly didn't like that man, but he was polite and respectful towards him, but that was about it, but no one was ever good enough for you and vice versa.

 “Come on love, out with it” your stomach did flips every time he called you love, even after all these years. “It's..just.. Ugh'' you blew out a frustrated breath. It was just awkward to admit to this and you were ashamed of your secret. Henry reached out and squeezed your hand, nodding slightly and he encouraged you to continue. “He accused me of faking the ugh big O when I was with him. '' I felt the apples of my cheeks turning red. He chuckled softly, “That man probably wouldn't know the difference anyway, whether it was true or not.”

But that wasn't the secret you were hiding. You laughed trying to hide behind it then openly admit the truth. Taking a sip of his white wine “So what did you say” I shook my head “I told him I didn't but that wasn't the truth” he let out a hearty laugh “So you did fake it, you rascal” you gave him a sad smile. This is Henry you're talking to, your best friend in the entire world, if you couldn't tell him you couldn't tell anyone, you  spoke as he took another sip of wine “ It's easy to fake when you haven't experienced it before” Henry was shocked. His eyes widened, as he set down his wine glass.”Come again?” straightening your shoulders `` Well, I've experienced orgasms by myself but not with a partner. "I looked at Henry to try and read his face but it was blank. After several long pauses he said “Baby girl” , our pizza long forgotten on the table, he got up and pulled you up with him “Come” walking into his house. 

He led you to the stairs and pointed up them. Your lip quivered “Henry what are you doing?” he gave you a stern look “Up the stairs” you walked passed him up the stairs, your heart pounding in your ears. Taking a left down the hall to his bedroom he pushed open the door. Turning to face him, he backed you into the bedroom slowly, shutting and locking the door behind him.He takes your hand and leads you  to the bed, pulling back the blankets and pushing you gently onto the cool, white sheets. You don’t protest. you feel numb, and your limbs are shaking as he pushes you back on the bed and lifts your legs onto it. He pulls off your jeans, dropping them to the floor. your legs shake harder, but he doesn’t give you a blanket. He kneels and spreads your knees, he moves forward and reaches for your shirt. “Do you ever cum?” “No,” you admit, letting him pull off your shirt. “I mean, yeah, but not during.” He nods, reaching behind you and unhooking your bra with no more effort than I’d put in. “From oral?” I swallow hard, dropping my gaze to the front of his pants.

 He’s got you naked on the bed, and he’s hard.  you weren't  wrong about having the same effect on him. Your own heart is racing in your chest, and pressure builds between your legs in anticipation and fear while his eyes move down your body. Your  nipples harden under his gaze, and hunger builds as he continues to drink you in with his cerulean blue  eyes, lingering on the tattoos on your thigh.

 “I haven’t… I’ve only given it,” you say. I don’t want to tell him the truth, that having someone so close to your center makes you more vulnerable than you  want to be. So you deflect. “I take care of myself.” “Tonight, I’m going to take care of you,” he says, sliding down the bed in one smooth motion. “Henry, wait,” you protest, but he’s between your legs, pushing them wider. you don’t want him down there, seeing you, smelling you. and even though you showered earlier, you're still self-conscious. No one’s ever been down there, looking at your cunt spread open like a sacrifice. you squirm, but he slides his arms under your legs, wrapping them around your thighs from below. He grabs you right in the crease of your hips, spreading your thighs at the very top. He lifts his gaze to mine, and there’s nothing empty in his eyes now. They’re brimming with heat, with desire. “ I thought you didn’t eat pussy,” you whisper, your thighs shaking in his hands. “This isn’t pussy,” he says. “It’s you.” 

He drops lower, and you grab his shoulders, suddenly more terrified of this vulnerability than of an angry Henry. you’d rather him laugh at you , no matter how much it hurts, than have him make you vulnerable like this. “You don’t have to—” My voice catches, breaking off as a shock of pure, erotic bliss rocks through you when his mouth touches you. His warm, wet tongue slowly strokes your clit, and all reason leaves you. All that’s left is the painfully exquisite sensation of his skilled, hungry mouth against your bare flesh. My fingers tangle in his hair, and with whatever bit of brainpower that remains to you, you try to pull him away because it’s too intimate, too much, and this is Henry Fucking Cavill, your best friend. “Just relax,” he murmurs, kissing you gently. “Let you make you as crazy as you make you.” Without waiting for an answer, he dips lower again, letting out a sound that’s half sigh, half moan as his tongue slips between your lips, toward your entrance. 

“Don’t,” you breathe, but you barely hear the sound because you are melting, weakening, as his lips and tongue and breath combine forces, overwhelming you. you drop your head back on the pillows, gripping his hair as if it can anchor you to this world even as his mouth moves against you like magic. He explores you slowly at first, tasting and sucking, his teeth nibbling gently at you, his tongue stroking you until you can’t breathe, and your hips start jerking involuntarily against his mouth.

He grips your thighs harder, his fingers cutting into your flesh, holding you still while his tongue moves faster. you let out a soft cry when his rough tongue breaches your opening, rasping against the raw, broken skin. But his mouth is wet, and you’m wet, and soon the burning sensation is too entwined with the swirling pleasure to tell where one ends and the other begins. “Henry,” you gasp. “Stop, it’s too much, you can’t—” He lets out a rough groan and squeezes your thighs harder, opening them wider, his whole body writhing in the bed sheets as he pushes deeper, thrusting his tongue into you until you're dizzy with it. you buck under him, grabbing at the pillows, at anything, because you're going to explode if he doesn’t stop. But he doesn’t stop.

He goes on and on, moaning into you, eating you, until you can’t hold back the soft, breathy cries that have been building inside you with pleasure. He fucks you relentlessly with his mouth, his tongue, until he pushes you over the edge.It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt, not even when I’ve given yourself a good one. This one is different, unwilling almost, as he drags it from your helpless body.

 A rush of wet heat flows from you in a way you’ve never felt, and you cry out, humiliation burning through you even as the orgasm clenches you in its grip. He moans deep in his throat, pushing his tongue deeper even as you cry out wordlessly, not sure if you’m telling him to stop or continue, not sure of anything except the waves of bone deep pleasure and release bearing you away on a current that you know will take you over the edge of the world into the abyss of Henry’s darkness, to be swallowed by his world.

When it ebbs, his mouth is still on you but moving slowly, his tongue lazily answering each pulse of your flesh with one of its own. you want him out, in case he didn’t notice how you came, so much it almost felt like you pissed yourself, so much it’s unladylike and humiliating and like everything about you, too fucking much. you made a mess no girl should make, and the shame aches behind your eyes as you wait for the gloating, the degrading taunts. This is Henry. There will be triumphant smirks and bragging that he proved he knows a thing or two about your body after all. He lifts his face at last, his lips shiny, his eyes wild and unfocused. “God, you taste so fucking good,” he groans.

 “I want to bite the fuck out of your pussy.” “No,” you cry, shoving at his forehead. He unclamps his hands from your aching things, which will surely be bruised to hell tomorrow. Instead of climbing on top of you as I expect, he braces his hands on your inner thighs and spreads them wide, staring down at you with that hazy, transfixed expression. There’s no way he can miss what you did now. When he leans down, you tense, trying to twist away. “I’m not going to bite you,” he snaps, forcing your legs wide. “Let me lick the cream out of your cunt.”

His tongue is gentle this time, slowly winding a spiral of pleasure deeper and deeper into your core as he laps up the mess of cum from your wrecked pussy until you swear even your heart is quivering for him. When you think you can’t take it another second, he slides a long finger into you. “Cum in my hand this time, baby girl,” he murmurs. “I want to feel you gush again.” Then his mouth descends, stroking you toward an edge you know you can’t come back from. This time, you didn't even try. you let him carry you over.

[theetherealbloom]

UNEVEN ODDS - CH. 5

Chapter Five: Our Mistakes Were Bound To Be Made

Summary: The Reader is dragged into the Last of Us universe and has no choice but to watch the events unfold or will she be able to change what was already written?

Paring: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Age-gap Romance, Violence, ANGST, Swearing, Suicide, reader in this chapter thinking of unalive, tiny fluff, PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Crying, Suggestive content, the pandemic, character death, Zombies, eventual SMUT, MY SCIENCE IS WONKY, probable plot holes, rusty writing, TLOU is dark please read at your own risk!

Word Count: 10.8k

A/N: HELLO! WOW UM YOU GUYS ARE SO KIND AND SWEET AND AHHHHH every time I write I get so fricken nERVOUS bcs I want to do it right and I heckin’ put a lot of pressure on myself every time I create something and I want it to be good and now I’m slowly beginning to realize I’m a perfectionist AHKJFHAHA But it’s so worth it, I always look forward to your comments and feedback and warms my heart to see you all enjoying the series so far! ALRIGHT go go go go!

(P.S. UHHH THIS GIF MAKES ME GO FERAL DASKJJFHASKDGH WHY AM I SMILING SO WIDE RN PLS I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM HNGGGG)

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TLOU WORLD - 2023

KANSAS CITY – MIDNIGHT

Joel has his large frame covering your body and you’re trying to steady your breathing. His fingers are still gripping your waist tightly, feeling them pressing onto your skin. You hear Henry speak in a commanding voice, “Eyes on me. Eyes on me.” You and Joel slowly bring your eyes to him, while yours are wide with fear like Ellie’s, Joel’s eyes are narrowed in anger. He’s pissed at himself right now.

Henry has the gun pointed at Ellie, who was kneeling with her hands up, he speaks again, “You don’t have to worry about what to say. We don’t want to hurt you. We wanna help you.” Joel only utters a single word, “Okay.” Henry shifts his weight, making it clear he’s never done this before, “Okay, um…” You try and speak up, “Henry, please put down the gun–” This takes him aback and he sputters in anger, “How the fuck do you know my name?” Your body flinches at the sound of his rising voice and fear of what he would do.

Joel’s gaze darkens, it was like as if a switch had flipped, his vein is close to popping out of his neck, he is the turbulence and wrath all at once, and he shouts at Henry, “Don’t fuckin’ talk to her like that. Only talk to me.” You and Ellie look at him, mouths slightly parting and blinking up at him in shock. There is a sudden pause that fills the fair, and Henry understands that you were important to him, just like the girl who was kneeling in front of him. He shifts his weight again to his other side and speaks calmly this time, “I don’t know what the next step is with something like this but if I lower my gun we didn’t hurt you so you don’t hurt us. Right?”

Joel stares at him with daggers in his eyes, and refuses to warm his tone as he replies, “That’s right.” Henry blinks twice and nervously says, “That’s a weird fucking tone, man.” Ellie is quick in trying to diffuse the situation, “That’s just the way he sounds. He has an asshole voice.” She turns to stare pointedly at him and says, “Joel, tell him he’s okay.” You softly say, “Joel, please.” A beat passes, but Joel doesn’t let up, his voice becomes colder, and stares unwaveringly as he looks at Henry, “Everything is great.”

Ellie lets out an exasperated sigh, “Dude.” While Henry lets out a curse, “Fuck!” His hands are shaking and you get to hear the rattle of the gun as he speaks, “Okay. Listen. I’m gonna trust you.” Henry lifts his arm to get Sam’s attention, the young boy turns his head to his older brother who begins to use sign language, “I’m going to trust him.” Sam signs back to him asking, “Are you sure?” And Henry reassures him, “Yes.” His voice rises again, “But if either of you guys try anything…” He points the gun closer to Ellie’s head, indicating what he means, “Yeah?”

Ellie replies with an unsteady, “Yeah.” And Sam steps off of you and Joel, no longer perched up above you. You feel his grip loosen a bit, but his presence is still there. Joel thinks for a second and asks Henry, “Can we sit up?” And he replies simply, “Yeah. Slow. Get up slow.”

You feel his hands leave your hips and slowly remove himself from you, and you and he sit up slowly, doing as you were told. Joel asks for verification, “Is your name, Henry?” He nods, “Yeah, my name’s Henry. That’s my brother, Sam. I’m the most wanted man in Kansas City. Although right now… my guess is you’re running a close second.” Henry lowers the gun from Ellie’s head, and the uneasiness of the situation dissipates a little bit. You feel your throat closing up as you stare at Sam and Henry, two characters whose futures were written with crayons and coloring books. It was misspelled and outside the lines, and you know their stories end in tragedy.

You, Joel, and Ellie sat across from Henry and Sam, in a fully formed circle. They had asked if you had any food and you nodded, grabbing the remaining packs of food from your bag. The lamp in the center illuminated the room, brushing aside the dark and making room for the bright. You were all chewing and eating quietly, discomfort hanging in the air, a scale waiting to tip off balance, this alliance that had been formed through force and tension.

While chewing, Henry decides to break the silence to ask, “Where’d you get these?” Ellie chirpily replies, “From Bill. He’s dead.” Your lips form into a frown at her words, even though you haven’t met Frank and Bill, the thought of them always causes your eyes to glaze over, your gaze now distant, over the memory of their love and how it ended. Not knowing what to say, the two brothers keep quiet at her statement.

Joel is busy glaring at Henry, unhappy and pissed at his presence, but his overwhelming sense of responsibility takes over and looks to the younger kid Sam, he crumples up the wrapper and gives his remaining food to him. He smiles and taps Henry’s shoulder, signing a thank you, and telling Joel, “He says thank you. I’m guessing you don’t have much, so this means a lot.”

Joel doesn’t say anything and he’s completely stoic, you decide to look at Sam and give him a small wave and you begin to move your hands and arms to sign and speak, “How old are you?” Everyone looks at you in surprise, not expecting what you had done, Henry raises an eyebrow, “You know ASL?” And you nod and signed as you spoke so Sam could also understand, “I’m close with my cousin, she’s deaf. I decided to take up classes early on so I could gossip to her about boys every time she came over after school without my parents finding out.”

Joel can’t take his eyes off of you, his compartmentalization is cracking and this close to shattering. He wonders how he got so lucky to have you with them, and this contrast with Joel’s abject terror at having to feel any sort of fondness or emotions towards you and Ellie. He’s trying to find a reason for him to be angry, to lash out at you for being so kind in an upside-down world, but he can’t bring himself to. 

Sam smiles and signs to you, “Eight.” Ellie smiles and says “Cool. I’m Ellie.” And you sign her name for him, and he nods in understanding, you also sign your name and he smiles at you, what a beautiful kid. Ellie then wacks Joel on the knee so he could be polite and introduce himself, he looks at the girl with a frown, and she persists him, he sighs, “I’m Joel. Look, you ate, we didn’t kill each other let’s call this a win-win and move on.” Henry cleans his hands and swallows the rest of his food, “Well, I’m betting that ya’ll came up here to get a view of the city and plan a way out. And when the sun’s up I’ll show you one.”

TLOU WORLD - 2023

OFFICE BUILDING, KANSAS CITY – DAY

“Welcome to Killa City.” Henry says as you three look out the large glass window, “No FEDRA.” Joel states and Henry confirms this, “Not as of ten days ago, no.” Joel has his arms crossed over his chest, while you stand beside him, he says, “We always heard KC FEDRA was…”

“Monsters? Savages? Yeah, you heard right.” Henry said and he recounts what happened in those walls, “Raped and tortured and murdered people for twenty years. And you know what happens when you do that to people? The moment they get the chance, they do it right back to you.” You shudder at the thought of that, for twenty years FEDRA raped, tortured, and murdered for sport, all because they had the opportunity and power to do as they pleased. “But your not FEDRA?” Joel asks him, Henry looks up at him, “No, worse. I’m a collaborator.”

“What’s a collaborator?” You ask, and Joel answers you, “He’s a rat. I don’t fuckin’ work with rats,” He’s turning and about to usher you away but Henry is swift as he retorts, “Yeah, you fucking do. Today you do because I live here and you don’t. That’s how I followed you here. I know this city, and that’s how I’m gonna help you get out.” Joel’s eyes narrow in suspicion, “Why help us?”

“I saw what you did. What you both did. The way you killed those men.” His eyes shift to look at you and Joel subtly steps in front of you to block him from staring at you, his protective instinct taking over, Henry stares at Joel again, “Now, I know where to go but I don’t know how to make it through alive. Not if it’s just me and Sam.”

“You seem capable enough. You’re armed.” Joel says and Henry shakes his head, “You’re wrong and wrong. Never killed anyone. And pointing an unloaded gun at both of you was the closest I’ve ever come to being violent. So that’s the deal. I show the way. You clear the way.”

A laugh from Ellie and Sam causes the three of you to bring your eyes to them. They’re reading Ellie’s pun book and giggling to themselves. Henry has made a major admission to the two of you, that their guns were not loaded. Joel faces the window again, trying to decide, and you hug yourself with both your arms and listen to Henry say, “Haven’t heard that in a long time.”

“So how are we getting out?” Joel asks reluctantly with both hands on his hips, he has no other option but to let Henry lead the way. He grabs a piece of paper, places it on the conference table, then uses a pencil and begins to draw a map of the area, he begins to explain how to cross the highway, “Highways, downtown.” He points to the center of the paper, “Us.” He circles a specific area of the map, “This whole area belongs to Kathleen.”

“She’s in charge?” Ellie questions next to you, “Leader of the resistance,” Henry confirms, “You can see the way we’re bounded by highways. They got people posted all around the inside perimeter. If we get close, we get caught. No question. So how do we get across?” Henry bangs on the table, the vibrations getting caught with Sam’s senses, he looks to Henry and signs to him, “How do we get across?” The young boy nods and writes across the Woody Woodpecker doodle pad, and he holds up the board, “Tunnels.”

Henry snaps his fingers, “Boom.” And Joel is perplexed as he questions, “Kansas City has a subway?” The older brother looks down before replying, “No, but they do have maintenance tunnels. There’s a bunch of buildings all put up by the same developers. And they share these tunnels, including… a bank building here.” He begins to draw on the sheet of paper again the graphite leaving marks on it, “So we enter the tunnels here travel underground, and pop up here. Westside North. Residential.” Joel has his mouth twisted to the side while you’re trying to process all the information being said by Henry, “There’s an embankment on the other side of the houses. We head down, pedestrian bridge over the river,” he claps his hand for emphasis, “free as a bird.”

“You’re right. That’s a great plan. So, what do you need me for?” Joel his voice was deep and stern as he asked, Henry, licks his lips nervously and takes a breath before replying, “You noticed anything strange about this city? I mean, other than the strange shit you’ve already seen.” You’re quick to reply, “There’s no infected above ground.”

“Bingo, damn she knows ASL and she’s observant, you’re pretty smart,” Henry says and you stare wide-eyed at his compliment, not knowing how to take it. Joel, however, is clenching his fist, and scowling at him. He clears his throat, uncomfortable and intimidated, “FEDRA drove them underground fifteen years ago and never let them come back up. It’s the only good thing those fascist motherfuckers ever did.”

“So you want us going into a tunnel?” Joel states and Henry quickly defends himself, “Everyone thinks that it’s full of Infected including Kathleen, which means that we’re not gonna be running into any of her people. But you see, what I know is it’s empty.” He smiles smugly and Joel is skeptical, “You’ve been down there?” Henry replies with a meek, “No,” Joel takes a deep, frustrated, breath, about to chew him out but Henry pushes on, “but the FEDRA guy that I worked with told me that it’s clean, completely clean. They cleared it out. All of it.”

“When?” Ellie asks this time, “Like three years ago.” Henry replies, and Joel tsked at him while placing both palms on the table, shaking his head in disapproval, he responds with, “Okay, maybe, there’s one or two but you handle it.” Joel looks up at him, “What if there’s more?” Ellie adds, “And one of those blind ones that sees like a bat?” Henry looks surprised, “Wait, you ran into a clicker?” The young girl acts brave, “Two of them.” He then says proving his point, “And you’re still alive. You see? You’re the right people. If it gets bad down there we turn around and run right back out the same way we came.” Joel pushes himself off the table, puffing his chest, “That’s your great plan?” Henry shoots back, “No, that’s my dicey-as-fuck plan. But as far as I could tell,” he shrugs, “it’s our only shot.”

Joel sighs and you hear a thumping sound from the table, it’s coming from Sam, and he signs, “What are they saying?” Henry looks to you for an answer, and immediately your gaze is fixed on Joel, the temper in his eyes cool down and soften, this tells you all you need to know, you look to Sam as you speak and sign to the young boy, “We’re going to help you escape.”

TLOU WORLD - 2023

BANK BUILDING, KANSAS CITY – DAY

The group makes their way across the street and into the abandoned bank. The tall glass windows made you restless, if one of the rebels drove by someone could spot you easily. Joel reads your mind as he says, “We need to get out of sight.” Henry takes a look around and spots the entrance, “Uh, I think it’s this way.” Joel nods and the group breaks into a jog to the right-side hallway of the bank building. The squeak of the door fills breaks the silence and the shine of flashlights chase away the darkness. All of you enter, and Henry says to Joel, “This should be it. You ready?” Joel shifts his gaze to Ellie and then you, “Get your gun out.”

Ellie smiles and pulls it out of her jacket pocket and you do the same, Joel begins to take the lead and you trail behind him. He pushes the large metal maintenance door, shining his flashlight and making sure it’s clear. “See, it’s empty. The plan is good.” Henry says optimistically, and you shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. You hear Joel shush him, “The plan is good? We’ve been down here for two seconds. We don’t know anything.” Henry leans back a little, tilting his head at Ellie and you, “You’re dad’s kind of a pessimist.” And in synchronized fashion, the two of them reply, “He’s not my dad.” While Joel says, “I’m not her dad.” You nearly laugh and hide your face with one of your hands as the other was currently holding the flashlight and gun. Henry doesn’t say anything and Joel begins to give instructions, “Just point your light forward and be ready to run.”

You walk a few paces behind Joel with Ellie right behind you, the sound of footsteps echoes in the tunnel, and with every step, you hear the sound of the cement beneath your boots. After what seems like an hour, you take a left, to a section of the tunnel, and stumble across a colorful entrance, one you instantly recognize from one of the scenes in the video game. A castle is painted at the entrance of the door, and blue covers the walls representing the sky, people were drawn on them, child-like in manner. Flowers were painted, along with hills and rainbows.

Ellie lets out a quiet, “Woah,” as your lights bounced around the walls to admire and inspect them. You see Sam about to open the door but Joel stops him while shaking his head, “No.” He goes first, pushing the heavy door, taking a peek with his gun out, and finding no infected.

The rest of the group follows him inside to find chairs, tables, toys, and books scattered around the room. You see the large goal painted on the wall and find a ball right next to it. Joel looks up to find the ventilation fan and says, “I heard about places like this. People went underground after Outbreak Day. Built settlements.”

“What happened to them?” Ellie asks, and Joel looks at the whiteboard with the written house rules, “Maybe they didn’t follow the rules and they all got infected.” Ellie hums and walks over to one of the tables, Sam plops down on one of the chairs, and she messes around with him. Joel looks at a kid’s drawing on the wall, figures representing Danny and Ish. You look over his shoulder and then approached the wall, grabbing the drawing. Joel watches you and asks, “Do you know who they are?” You nod, “Yeah, Ish’s backstory might be different though. But the summary of it is that he established a community here with another guy named Danny, and Suzan and Kyle, with their kids. And several others, but at some point, a door was left open. Just like you said, someone forgot to follow the rules.” Joel sees you frowning and your eyes sad, “What happened to them?” You look up at him, “Ish, Suzan, and the kids escaped and made it out to the suburbs, after that their fate is unknown.”

You hear Ellie and Sam find a Savage Starlight comic and hear her excitement, “No way! I love these!” They begin to converse over the comic issues that they have, you shine your light around the room, looking through books and drawings. You hear Ellie speak again, “To the edge of the universe and back. Endure and Survive.” He begins to teach her how to sign the last two words, “Endure. Survive. Fuck yeah, man!” And they giggle and high-five.

“Keep it down. We’re not out yet.” Joel says and you’re busy grabbing one of the science books that was left behind, you hear Ellie groan, “Oh, c’mon. Can we just rest here for a while? There’s like actually shit to do here.” Henry pipes in, “Wouldn’t be so bad to wait the light out a bit. Safer in the shadows when we pop back out on the other side.” You also decide to mumble, not caring if they heard or not, “And let them be kids for a bit. It wouldn’t hurt them to have a little fun.”

Ellie looks at Joel, and seemingly outnumbered, he shrugs and lets them do whatever. The three of you sit at the table, next to Joel, while he and Henry watch both of the kids play. You are busy studying the book you found, was a bit outdated, but it still held the key information you needed to review, and for some reason, you’re having a hard time remembering important memories.

You hear Ellie and Sam having the most fun that they’ve had in years. Their life is a gorgeous broken gift, with billions of people waiting to be fixed. They were just kids who grew up strong enough to pick this armor up, and suddenly it fits. They grew up too quickly, but if only they knew, that the sunlight shines a little brighter, the weight of the world’s a little lighter all because of them. 

You hear Joel lowly speak, “If you were… collaboratin’ to take care of him I shouldn’t have said what I said. I don’t know you’re situation. And I’m not sayin’ they should let it go, but… All things considered, seems kinda cruel… to send a whole army after you for that.” You raise your eyes from the book, watching the two men, Henry looks down before he admits what information he was hiding, “You know, I wasn’t… exactly telling you two the truth before about me not killing someone.”

Joel turns to look at him with his mouth slightly parted while your eyes are simply waiting for him to continue, “There was a man, a great man. You know, he was never afraid, never selfish, and he was always forgiving. Have you ever met someone like that? Kind of man you’d follow anywhere.” Your leg begins to bounce up and down in anticipation while you slowly bring your eyes to Joel. He wasn’t that kind of man, and despite that, you knew deep down you follow him anywhere. Henry continues and your eyes dart back to him, “I mean, I wanted to. I would’ve. Yeah, but… Sam, he… he got sick. Leukemia.” Your leg stops bouncing after that, you completely go numb and breathing becomes a little harder. A pause between you three, a dose of reality that there were plenty of other illnesses and diseases besides the cordyceps they had to worry about. The quality and value of human lives have deteriorated over the twenty years in their world, and the decisions people have collectively made, to fight each other rather than together inevitably cause the apocalyptic world they have today. You know so little, yet fear so much. You aspire not to expire at the hand of some infectious disease. Children can no longer have proper childhoods, and no more clumsy start to adolescence, the moment they were brought into this world, they now also carry the burden of the past.

Henry continues, “Yeah, anyway… there was one drug that worked and, whoa, big shock. There wasn’t much left of it and it belonged to FEDRA. And if I wanted some it was gonna take something big. So I gave them something big. That one great man. The leader of the resistance movement in Kansas City. And Kathleen’s brother. Yeah, so… you still think they should take it easy on me? Or am I the bad guy?”

You rub the side of your face in exhaustion and stress, while Joel gives him a one-shoulder shrug, “I don’t know what you’re waitin’ on, man. The answer’s easy. I am the bad guy because I did a bad guy thing.” You shake your head, “What was his name?” He promptly responds, “Michael.” You continue, disagreeing with his statement, “No, it will never be that easy. You made a human decision. You took a risk because of your love for Sam at the cost of an uprising that wouldn’t have even happened if you hadn’t done what you did.” Henry only looks at you with guilt then he stares at Joel, “But you get it, though. You might not be her father, but you were someone’s.” Joel doesn’t deny it and simply looks down at the table while Henry goes on, “See, I could tell.” He shifts his gaze at you again, “You weren’t a parent, but I see how hard you try to be there for everyone.”

Joel looks at you for confirmation, but you merely blink with a gaze full of denial, you turn away and stand up from your chair while grabbing your flashlight, gun, and bag, “It doesn’t matter. I don’t matter. The sun is about to set, let’s go.” For the first time, you were the one to walk away.

TLOU WORLD – 2023

PARKING LOT OF THE BANK OF AMERICA, ON THE WAY TO THE SUBURBS, KANSAS CITY – NIGHT

The sound of the metal door opening fills your ears as you walk out of the stairwell, flashlights shine through the darkness as Joel asks, “Do you know where we are?” Henry replies with optimism, “Yep. The other side.” You begin to walk away from the parking lot and into the suburbs. You pull Joel to the side and tug on his arm, he leans down to your height before you could go on your tip toes, and you whisper, “Joel, I’m not sure Sam and Henry are gonna make it. So far it’s been good, and things might’ve changed but I’m not sure what’s going to happen next, ‘cause I can’t remember how it goes from here.”

He looks at you with great concern, “What do you mean?” Your eyebrows tense and your eyes nervously move and shift as the words spill out of your mouth, talking in circles, “Henry might kill himself, but I don’t know why, something is stopping me from fully remembering, I was gonna tell you as soon as I could, but everything was happening so fast and at first I couldn’t recognize anything until the settlement we found… but I can’t… I’m trying my hardest, I swear but–” Joel grips your shoulders and you freeze, “Look at me.” You can feel your heartbeat racing, the anxiety running through your bloodstream and crippling your ability to breathe, “Hey… Hey. Look at me. It will be fine, we’ll figure it out, together.” Your eyes slowly fix on him as the both of you stood there, you know Joel doesn’t make promises, he isn’t at that point yet, but his sense of needing to care for you, to find a way to get rid of your distress, is slowly overpowering his practicality right now. He feels it within himself as his eyes are steadily on yours, trying to keep you grounded, here with him. Slowly, you come back to yourself and take a deep breath, mimicking his breathing.

The world was brighter before you had learned to dim it down, now you call it survival, breath is borrowed and our compass within you stands still. Beneath your brave and trusting feet, all revelations come to you in recovery, you start to nod at the man in front of you, who had his hand still gripped on your shoulders, “I’m fine. I’m okay. Let’s keep going.”

You hadn’t realized that the rest of the group had stopped a few steps ahead of you to give you and Joel the privacy you needed, he lets go and you follow him forward, Ellie only gives you a reassuring smile and you gently smile back at her. There are rows of houses sound asleep, and only streetlamps notice you, while you look for signals, for a clue.

Joel continues to lead the pack and you hear Henry comment from behind you, “No one is here. No one’s gonna be here because my plan worked.” You look up to the sky in annoyance as you, “Can you not say shit like that. It’ll jinx us.” And Joel clicks his tongue at him, “So much goddamn talkin’.” Ellie smirks at both of your attitudes while Henry points out, “I’m just sayin’, I deliver.” He raises his arm and directs, “Make this right, go down the street embankment behind the last house… and we’re out.”

Ellie peers at Henry questioning him, “So we cross the river, and then what? Where ya gonna go?” He ponders for a moment, “Don’t know yet.” And Ellie can’t help herself as she says to him, “Well, we’re goin’ to Wyoming.” Joel turns his head to glare at Ellie, she shrugs at him, “What? It’s a huge state. It can fit two more people.” He looks ahead, not wanting to argue with her, Henry senses Joel doesn’t want them joining, “Yeah. Maybe we just call this one a success and say our fond farewells.” Ellie replies, “No. He’ll change his mind. Trust me. This is how it goes.” Then she begins to mock Joel’s tone and voice, “He’s like, ‘No, Ellie. Never, ever, ever happening.’ And then I��m like,  ‘I’m gonna ask you a million more times.’ And he’s like–”

The sound of a bullet piercing through one of the rusting cars on the side of the street causes all five of you to flinch and duck your heads, you hear Ellie scream, “Fuck!” You’re all confused and puzzled, looking for the source of the sound. A second shot rings out and you all fully process you’re now in a potentially life-threatening situation. Joel shouts and covers you all, “Move! Move! Go!” You all run to hide behind a car, and get low on the ground, “Where the fuck is that coming from?” Henry asks and Joel hisses at him, “Shut up.”

Joel peeks to try and identify where the sniper is positioned, he sees a muzzle flash go off at the end of the road, the highest window of the last house, and he ducks back down. The sharp sound of glass shattering behind you. You hear Henry, “Shit. All right, fuck. Let’s move. Let’s go.” And proceeds to grab Sam by the wrist, attempting to run away, Joel yells at them for their naiveness, “What are you doin’?” He replies, “Gettin’ the fuck outta here!” But another gunshot rings out, hitting the rooftop of one of the nearby cars, Henry reacts and drags Sam back to the three of you, he asks panting, “What do we do?” Joel tries to peek again and luckily the guy misses and hits the car’s trunk.

After assessing the situation, Joel tucks his revolver back in his gun holster, “All right. Stay here.” Ellie whips her head to look at him and you do the same, all at once you both say, “What?” He brings his body to fully face the both of you, “If you don’t move, he’s not gonna hit you. I’m gonna go around, try to get in the house from the back, and then I’ll take him out.” Ellie brings up her valid concern, her voice filled with worry, “But if you go out there he’s gonna kill you.” Joel responds with confidence, “It’s dark and he has shit aim. Nobody’s gonna kill me.” She tries to argue, “Then he’s gonna kill us.”

A beat passes. Then Joel looks directly at Ellie, his eyes firm and steady, with no ounce of doubt, he asks her full of conviction, “Do you trust me?” Ellie swallows down her fear, blinks, and nods. “Birdie, watch over her,” Joel commands and leaves you no room or time to argue, he gets up and proceeds to make his way over to the house down the road.

You and Ellie anxiously watch from a distance, each second you’re secretly praying and wishing that nothing happens to him. Your heart is beating so loudly, the sound of drums beating and thumping non-stop, your worry so evident that you try and stop the oncoming tears that threaten to spill off your face. How quickly did you grow attached to someone who you once believed wasn’t even real? The truth is, the chances are you are alike, against the odds and the grain. Against what better judgment writes, you both ache like children for love. You have no stakes on the ground or an anchor tied down. There are no guarantees, you know nothing but your fears of attachment and neediness.

You toss your feelings away, letting them sink deep below the ocean floor in your chest. It doesn’t matter. You remind yourself and watch him make his way to the back of the house, no longer seeing the silhouette of his figure. Two more loud pops and then the gunfire stops, the four of you sit in quiet eerie silence. You couldn’t tell if minutes or an hour had passed, but a distant gunshot could be heard, this time not directed at any of you. 

You hear a revving car from a distance, and Joel distant yell but is unable to understand what he’s trying to communicate. Ellie’s ears perk up and you all stand to see lights appearing from a distance. Shit. You grab Ellie by the wrist and yell out, “Run!” You feel your whole body working; your leg muscles running warm, cold air entering your lungs and blood flowing into all your limbs. Your calves burned, and your breath formed clouds in the air. You look up at the house while sprinting, and from a distance you see Joel trying to take out the driver of the plow that was barreling through the cars. You and Ellie try to shoot while running, but it does essentially nothing to stop the truck.

The tensions heighten when Joel’s rifle jams and you three are helplessly trying to evade the plow. But this jam provides pause for Joel to collect his breath and re-aim, so the next shot he fires takes out the plow driver. The large truck crashes into a house, causing it to go ablaze and a loud explosion occurs. Ellie falls to the grown and you pick her right back up, quickly ushering her to Henry and Sam, who were hiding behind one of the old and rotting cars, you ask her, “You okay?” She replies with a small, “Yeah.” You hear a loud voice coming from a woman, assuming it’s Kathleen, “Dead end, Henry. Gonna step on out? Save us some time? No? That’s all right, it doesn’t matter.”

Henry looks at Sam, who’s terrified and shaking, he yells out, “I’ll come out! Just let the girl and the kids go!” Kathleen clicks her tongue and in a calm tone, she responds, “No. Sorry. Those two girls are with the man who killed Bryan. And Sam… Well, Sam’s with you.” Henry argues, “You don’t understand!” And the rebel leader pushes back, “But I do. I know why you did what you did. But did you ever stop to think that maybe he was supposed to die?” His voice chokes up as answered, “He’s just a fucking kid!” You can hear the way Kathleen rolls her eyes, “Well, kids die, Henry. They die all the time. You think the whole world revolves around him? That he’s worth… everything? Well, this is what happens when you fuck with fate.”

You couldn’t help yourself, the lightheadedness you feel, the built-up stress, the adrenaline within you, the gasoline that had turned into a flame, an anger that could match a bull’s, recklessly you shout at her, “I’m sorry about Michael, I am. But, Kathleen, can you fucking look past your revenge? Past your hate? Did you even fucking realize that none of this would have happened, your so-called freedom and victory over FEDRA would have never happened if your brother hadn’t died.”

“You have no idea what it’s fucking like! To be without him! He was everything!” She shrieks and you raise your voice louder, “I fucking do! To have everything you’ve known and loved taken away from you? To lose? I know it all too well. Kathleen, can’t you see? We all lost. All of us lost the day the outbreak happened.” There was a pause, and you hear the gears turning in their heads, you continue, “Will killing us bring them back from the dead, or will it just validate your anger? The world ended and all this time we’ve wasted trying to kill each other instead of working together to try and fix the obvious problem. And for what? Tell me. What good did it do?”

A collective silence fills the air, save for the only noise coming from the burning house across the street, Kathleen shakes her head and shifts her weight from one foot to the other, sealing her fate, “I don’t care.” 

You shake your head in disappointment, Henry grabs you by the wrist, “Get ready to take them and run.” You start to argue but reassures you, “Yes! Do it.” You grab Ellie’s hand while she holds Sam’s, ready to run. You hear Kathleen speak again, “It’s time, Henry. Enough!” He takes a deep breath before you watch him stand up, his hands in the air, walking into their view. Kathleen shrugs, “It ends the way it ends.” The click of a gun could be heard, and you anticipate the gunshot but instead hear a loud rumbling noise.

You peek past the cars to see the plow truck has damaged the basement of the house, caving a hole into the sewers below, and then you hear the familiar sound of groans and screeching. The Infected geyser up out of the hole, all at once, sprinting towards the rebels. The sounds of gunfire rang out and more infected came up out of the hole, they seemed infinite. Henry joins back to the three of you and hides behind the truck, a Clicker chases after him and stands atop the truck only for it to get shot by Joel. Henry grabs Sam and decides to run away, you and Ellie do the same. Only for you to get separated when a Clicker grabs Ellie, and Joel shoots it from the perch. The impact causes you both to fall, this is when you and Ellie spot an open car window. Knowing you won’t fit, you tell Ellie, “Go, I’ll help clear the way and then find another way to the house.” She nods and begins to crawl, and you raise your gun and fire at the infected, trying your best to protect Ellie, doing what Joel asked of you. Hearing the more shots from above, you knew Joel was also clearing the way for Ellie.

When she crawls through the window, your mind begins to race. You need to find cover and fast. Finding another car, you duck behind it, reloading your gun as you do. You shouldn’t draw attention, and make as minimal noise as possible. The screams of rebels being attacked fill your ears as well as cars ramming over dozens of Infected. A Clicker approaches you but you push down your fear and side-step it, twisting your body and then shooting twice at its head. It falls limp to the ground, a Runner tries to grab you but you manage to hit it with the butt of your gun, shooting it straight in the head.

You hear a large growl from the crater, and turn your body to look for the noise. Motherfucker. A Bloater begins to emerge from the underground, completely covered in fungal armor plating, its belly sagging and spores popping out from each part of its body. The massive beast tears into the army like it's made of paper people. No amount of bullets will do any damage to the Bloater, and you have zero molotov cocktails, the best course of action was to get Ellie and run. You spot and see Ellie hastily crawl out of the van, a child clicker screaming from the inside of the car. You dart your eyes to see where Ellie is going and spot Henry and Sam surrounded by two Infected.

You sprint your way over there, helping Ellie get rid of the first Clicker and Joel shooting the second one from a distance. A thin layer of sweat covers the back of your neck, and you can feel the aching of your back, as you fight off another Clicker, its mouth screeching at you and trying to bite you. Another loud pop of a gunshot rings out and the Clicker goes limp, you take a large breath and grab Ellie, along with Sam and Henry. The young girl yells out, “Come on… come on! Go… Go!”

You make it out past all the chaos to the front area of the last house, as you run, you hear Kathleen shout, “Stop!” All of you turn to face her, she has a gun pointed directly at Henry. Your heart is racing, and your breathing rate rises rapidly, you bring your eyes to an infected crawling from behind the fence, and Kathleen turns to see what you’re looking at. She was too slow to react, the child Clicker shrieked and jumped on top of her, and the leader of the rebellion fell to the ground screaming. The creature thrashes and mauls her alive as she’s screeching for her life. A car crash you couldn’t turn away from, as you watched her get bit, mumbling under your breath, “Comeuppance.”

Joel makes his way downstairs and outside the house to find all of you frozen, he yells to get his group's attention, “This way now! Move!” Joel is the last to follow, ensuring everyone’s safety. Even from a large distance, you could hear the hundreds of clickers making their way into Kansas City, ready to infect and destroy the foundations they have built.

TLOU WORLD – 2023

ABANDONED MOTEL SUITE, KANSAS CITY – NIGHT

With the fighting over, the five manage to find a safe refuge away from the carnage. A motel suite far away from the infected in the city, for now. The stars are a choir in the symphony of the black; they are lights that sing in limitless ways. Sometimes music is needed for the eyes, and the deeper the night, the sweeter the melody.

You, Joel, and Henry sit in the musty living room area. Henry is sitting on top of a bedside table, while Joel is sitting on the floor, one leg curled up to his chest while the other is stretched out, he has his back to the radiator, and you are next to him curled into a ball, elbows almost brushing, but they don’t. You can hear the chirping of crickets, indicating the bugs have come out to play and exchange stories. The only source of light is the yellow glow from the bedroom, you watch Ellie and Sam continue to read the comic book that they found from the settlement.

“You think they’ll be okay?” Henry asks, still eating the remaining food you’ve packed. Joel nods, “Yeah, I think. It’s easier when you’re a kid anyway.” There’s an audible gulp as he swallows, “You don’t have anybody else relying on you. That’s the hard part.” Henry nods, “Well… I guess we’re doing a good job then.” Joel agrees, “What’s that comic book say? Endure and survive?” And the other man confirms it, “Endure and survive. That’s shits redundant.” Joel gives a breathy laugh, “Yeah, it’s not great.” Henry chuckles with him, “Yeah, no.”

You get up from the floor, not having the heart to tell them how they were wrong. Those kids now felt an enormous amount of responsibility for one another. And to survive means to stave off death, but to endure means to emotionally harden oneself, and tolerate the pain of survival. You begin to walk out the door of the room and Joel calls your name but you don’t turn around, he calls for you again, “Where are you goin’?” You don’t look at him as you lie through your teeth, “I’m just gonna go look at the stars for a bit. I’ll be right outside the door.” You exit the room after that, quietly shutting the door, and sitting on the pavement that faces the parking lot.

You let out a loud sigh, close your eyes, and cover them with your hands. You’re completely worn out, your mind is full but you can't speak, these tired gears, and you’re here somewhere between, drained from the events of today. You remove your hands from your face and take the gun out of your holster, letting it lay flat on the palms of your hand. The heavyweight of your decision rests on a single action.

You nervously lift the left sleeve of your jacket, the bitemarks of the infection are there, but there is no sign of it spreading, no yellowing or puss seeping out of your skin. Your mouth partially opens in shock and confusion, with only one thought in your mind. What the fuck?

You pull the sleeve of your jacket down. This doesn’t make any fucking sense. Then again, you’re in a supposed fictional world with its main cast of characters. None of it should make sense. But you figured, the rules would apply to you as well, that you could get infected. You felt ignorant, humiliated, and painfully unmagical. You are old enough to distinguish a sorceress from a lonely girl, and magic from survival. You make every effort to leave the past alone; it is the result of living in the between, the weight of your found family, and the pull of gravity.

You slowly form your hypothesis in your head as to why you’re immune. Could it be because you weren’t supposed to be here in the first place? You recall something from your previous research notes, ‘In theory, it could be possible to analyze the state of every atom in a person’s body and transmit it to a new location, where the person could be reassembled atom by atom.’

You take a large inhale and rest your head on your hand, which means needing enough information and processing power by using a quantum system, and while measuring, there are multiple possibilities, until the measurement is conducted. But that processing power would have needed an immense amount of energy.

In the tug of war between the tide, you were swept ashore like bottles holding prayers. The courage you contained, and the flutter of your earnest heart, will fill the silent seas, and it has restored a part of your memory. Radiation has become a key factor in the multiple theories you’ve read over the years. So when your atoms had been reassembled, your body must have also mutated and adapted to kill foreign infections, including the Cordyceps.

You hear the sound of the door closing and you don’t need to guess who was there behind you. With the heavy footsteps and sound of the rustling jacket, he quietly groans as he sits next to you on the pavement, the smell of ash and smoke exuding from his being. Joel notices the gun, which was now on your lap but he remains silent, not knowing what to say or do, while you’re deciding if you should share what you’ve discovered with him. You didn’t even register that you were bouncing your leg up and down again until he cautiously and slowly placed his hand on your knee, which caused you to stop the action.

You tilt your head to look at him, and he sees the clear glaze around your eyes, this moment, where you recognize you have no idea what the future holds anymore and the story you’ve been silently telling yourself about what the future is going to be like, has fallen apart in a matter of minutes. It doesn’t get replaced with any new information, it’s simply vanished, an atmospheric tumult. You find no comfort in this discovery, it's like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark and mistaking one stair for another. Your foot slips through the air, and you have a sickening moment of gloomy astonishment as you struggle to reset your perspective. 

You are desperate for some kind of clue, this kind of fear of the unknown terrifies you, the sudden obliteration of expectation, the overwhelming feeling of frustration and fear builds up and rushes down like a rapid river stream. You bite down your lip to stop it from trembling and fold your hands to stop them from shaking. You’re trying to find the best way to avoid confrontation or conflict, but Joel still has his hand on your knee, not letting you get up and leave again without explaining yourself. You could be described as a great river, one which can carry everything along with them but with a hidden dammed-up reservoir of energy. You have very little access to it, due to feeling bad for rocking the boat. For this reason alone, you are generally tired all the time.

Take a deep breath to center yourself, willing yourself to not stutter, and you tell him word by word what you’ve discovered and the possibility of how you got into this world. He stays silent, listening to every word coming out of your mouth, even the science jargon he’s not used to. But what he does understand is, you’re immune just like Ellie. He’s still silent by the time you’re done, and you’re so nauseous that you might throw up on him. You turn away from him, waiting for him to lash out at you, scream and leave you behind. He takes his hand away from your knee, you feel the air in your lungs refusing to leave, and you shut your eyes, anticipating the warm body next to you to walk away.

Instead, he removes the gun from your lap and places it on the ground right next to him, then he holds your elbow cautiously and gently, and your eyes open in surprise, you watch him roll up your sleeve to see the bite completely faded, leaving an almost unnoticeable scar. He brings his eyes to yours and he anchors you down safely, there is rage in his eyes, and you quietly whisper, “Joel?”

You feel his hands squeezing your arm as he hissed at you, “Are you out of your goddamn mind? You should’ve known better than to go out there fightin’ all those infected. How could you be so reckless? What were you thinkin’?” You’re befuddled by his sudden lashing out, you narrow your eyes and try to uncover what he truly meant, and you try to calmly reply, “Joel, it’s okay... Next time, I’ll be more careful, and since I’m immune–” He talks over you, stern and unsmiling, “There will be no next time.” You pull back a little from him, “What? Are you serious? I’m immune and there was barely a scratch on me when the car–” He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, his voice so cold as he says, “You got hurt. Twice. Because of me. Of what I did and keep asking you to do and you would’ve ended up like–”

You frown and can’t help the questions in your mind spiral, what if your injury had gotten worse or you hadn’t been immune? You could have turned. Just like Tess. Does he believe you’re her replacement? That you could be like her? Or you could end up like her?

You blink at him, putting more distance between you two, there is a war inside of you, you are out of depth at this altitude, it’s suffocating you, and feel your walls cave in. Your throat closes up at the thought of him thinking you were like her, that you could ever be her replacement, and your voice is soft and vulnerable as you admit the words you never wanted to say, “Joel… I’m not her. I’m not Tess.” He flinches and recognizes the hurt in your tone, and his heart sinks to his stomach faster than a stone hitting the bottom of a lake. You turn away from him, not wanting to give in to his warmth and strong protective nature, “I’m not her.”

The absence of sound between you two is deafening and consuming all that it touches. In your mind, you beg for it to stop, the need to fill the gaps with a problem you both don’t need. With folded arms and tired eyes, you try your hardest not to cry. The heavy ache in his chest leaves him restless and unable to find the right words to say. Sensing that there was nothing left to say, you stand up and turn to walk away but Joel grabs your wrist and you bring yourself to look at him to see his eyes silently pleading for you to stay. You bite the inside of your cheek and sit back down, expecting Joel to let go but he doesn’t. This causes you to lift your eyes and find him with his mouth open, trying his best to communicate with you without his pride and anger getting in the way of something good.

“You’re right, you aren’t Tess.” He said with his voice low, and can’t help the tears spill out from the rim of your eyes, you whip your head away from him, trying to pull your wrist from his grasp but he doesn’t let up, “Joel, let go of me.” He doesn’t, instead, he holds you tighter and says, “You aren’t Tess, Birdie. You are so much more than that… You are one of the good in my life that I… Hummin’ bird, I don’t know what I’d do if…”

He has trouble continuing, him admitting fragments of what he said shook you to your core. You’re incredibly clever but it takes you a while to process what he meant, so you tilt your head and try to see past his defenses, with these tall invisible walls he keeps himself in. You try to understand his perspective, it is why your mouth forms an ‘o’, not a gasp but the start of, oh, of course. He doesn’t see you as her. But he is angry, yes, but not at you, at himself. He wasn’t able to fully protect you. He made the tough call of crashing the car into the laundromat and you got hurt in the process. And then specifically asked you to watch over Ellie for him and you got bitten because of what he asked you to do. 

You slowly lift your other hand to rest on his cheek, and he flinches, but after a moment he allows himself to relax, unsure and clumsy, you say, “Joel. I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I’m fine. I’m alive. I’m here with you. See?” You feel the want of thrill, of taking a risk. The pleasure of feeling the rush as feel yourself grow warmer. You let it happen.

The cracks begin to show, he feels his restraint slipping away, brick by brick and piece by piece. His struggle is not anymore with you, but with himself, his fears and desires, and the cognitive dissonance arising within. God, he’s so afraid, he wants so badly for his selfishness to win, and chooses to flutter his eyes close, with your hand still on his cheek, gently stroking his face, and for once, he thinks to himself, just for tonight, he leans closer to your touch, letting you become his sanctuary.

TLOU WORLD – 2023

ABANDONED MOTEL SUITE, KANSAS CITY – DAY

You had fallen asleep on the dark green carpeted floor next to Joel, using both of your jackets as pillows. Joel had moved in his sleep again and curled himself around you. His heavy warm arms wrapped around your waist and the ghost of his breath on your neck.

A loud thump and the sound of Ellie screaming jolts you and Joel awake. You sit up and see Sam tackle Ellie out the door of their bedroom. She hits the carpet, trying to fight off Sam, who’s scratching and shrieking at her, he has turned into the first stage of the infection. Ellie’s yells are piercing through your ears and you crawl to reach for the gun next to you, only for Henry to snatch it before you.

“Nope!” Henry says as he aims the gun at you and Joel, and Ellie is shrieking your names, for you and Joel to save her. You and Joel have a look of pure rage as you both try and take a step forward only for Henry to shoot at the floor, causing both of you to flinch back. Ellie tries again, wailing and crying out your names, and it only takes a second, before Henry turns the gun and shoots Sam right through the head. Blood splatters on the wall and the young superhero goes limp on the ground.

Your entire body is trembling, while Ellie is kneeling on the ground, looking at Sam’s lifeless body, you look at Henry, who is whimpering and sobbing, he blinks and watches his little brother’s blood stain the carpet, like spilling ink. Joel is heavily breathing and focuses on the young girl, “Ellie,” she turns numbly at him, “Are you okay?” He goes walk towards her, only for Henry to point the revolver at Joel’s head. Without a second thought, you step forward, protecting Joel from Henry. You raise your hands in front of you and plead, “Henry, easy, easy… Henry, please give me the gun.” His breath is shaking and erratic as he asks, “What did I do?” You try and calm him down, “Henry…” He doesn’t listen and still asks, “What did I do? What… what did I do?” He looks down at Sam’s limp and still body, the blood still pooling onto the carpet. A dark shade of maroon continued to seep out from his skull. “Sam?” He asks, lips quivering and his eyes full of fear, he looks back over to you, and you wail, “Henry, please don’t–”

He aims the pistol at his head, and you swore you saw before you blinked. There was no second thought, no going back or erasing. An avalanche now spent in white flag waking days. The loud pop, thud, and shriek follow in a sequence that will haunt your nightmares for the rest of your life, a memory wielded as a weapon. Every good intention is overshadowed by the stain of the past. Death is a blindfolded, bitter kiss. It's the finger put against your lips, emphasizing how they should have lived.

TLOU WORLD – 2023

OUTSIDE THE ABANDONED MOTEL SUITE, KANSAS CITY – DAY

You and Joel are outside, and the sound of shoveling dirt is a sound you’ve now grown to despise. The cold wind moves in only to meet the warmth of your blood, the only defense you have left. You feel it wash over your skin, again and again, only to be met by the beat of your aching heart. Fairness is a ghost, and its sightings take shape in such permanent truth. In the sullen silence, you were all taking turns shattering apart.

Ellie had gone back inside the motel room to get the rest of your things as you and Joel patted down the dirt, creating a small graveyard for the two brothers. If you could turn back the hourglass, you would. Reset every grain of sand, and give these two a proper chance at living the life they should have lived, you would. Your mind continues to spin webs of question marks and regrets as you stop your movements and stand there with instability. Ellie toses two backpacks on the ground, you watch her kneel on one knee and place the doodle pad on Sam’s grave, with ‘I’m Sorry’ written on it, the string of the pen is wrapped around the top and the pen is safely tucked in, making sure no one else will be able to write anything else.

Ellie stands up and asks Joel, “Which way’s west?” He only responds by tilting his head in the direction of it. She’s the first to walk away this time, a kid who grew up scared enough to hold the door shut and bury her innocence. You and Joel say nothing as you stare at the note, and hear her call for you both, “Let’s go.”

You both drop your shovels and grab your things, catching up to Ellie. Your steady true north fades, the three of you walking toward where the sun sleeps and casting your silhouettes as you do. Maybe there’s no answer here, at least neither one of you are ready to hear. No string of words will justify it or a simple equation to show you the solution and answer. In the meantime, you learn that you don’t have all the answers, just a little light to call your own, though sometimes it pales in comparison to the overarching shadows. 

Previous Chapter -> Next Chapter

END NOTES:

I am a hundred percent sure this was the fastest chapter I’ve written and felt so much easier than Episode 4 ohMYGAHD

HOW ARE WE FEELING?? ARE YOU GUYS OKAY??? DRINK SOME WATER BREATHEEE

YAY YOU’RE IMMUNE CONGRATS AHHH *confetti canon*

Wait why r u not happy you’re immune- oh right, you don't know what's gonna happen to you now that you have that information and it doesn't add anything good— it just makes you feel bad lol that sucks (the sudden obliteration of expectation) cause you’ve been telling a narrative you’ve always known and it’s changed and you have no fricken clue what's next

DID I GO BACK AND FORTH WONDERING IF THE READER SHOULD BE IMMUNE: YEP, A LOT… IT KEPT ME UP TILL 4 AM AND I CHOSE THIS BCS tbh it makes sense (??) you’re already a hecking anomaly, might as well be immune too :> Also, I’d like to hope this decision helped the story progress further… I think

Did the science make sense?? I hope so, I researched a lot on quantum teleportation and its possibilities. In theory, yes it’s probable. If you can manage to send every information about the atoms in your body, then send it to a specific time and place, which would take a massive amount of energy and processing power to do, yes u can teleport hooray! I'm just gonna assume radiation plays a part in the energy aspect and then since fungal infections can’t withstand that amount of heat from the radiation and your body has adapted— yeah you get the rest. (You’re not glowing radiation, it's just your immune system can fight the fungi lol)

I know a lot of people are gonna be rolling their eyes and saying, “why am I immune, goSH, so cliCHE, Y/N? knOWS ASL TOO?? WHY AM I SO SPECIAL?? I want to get bitten and be useless and not connect with anY chAracters–” well pretty thing, you’re one of the main characters! Ofc you’re special, you freaking discovered how to get to the TLOU world, I can’t have you dying on me… yet… silly!

Joel is having internal conflict with literally with his feelings about Ellie and yOU <3 I hope I portrayed that properly and well enough. Lowkey needed to write the miscommunication part because that question of if you were just a replacement for Tess was brewing in the back of your mind. Joel being him can’t fully express his feelings properly, so you settle for the broken sentences he has to offer and piece together the shards to find clues of what he means. Later on, it will be easier for him but for now, you both take baby steps.

But God writing that part had so many revisions and played every single possible scenario in my head— constantly questioning if it was good enough. Like was the thing I was trying to do between the reader and Joel natural and seamless? Did this conflict get resolved at all? Did I do this too soon?? Idk I’m just trying my best and I’m a sucker for Joel giving in bit by bit T^T (i mean i didn't make them kiss yet so I'm assuming wasn’t so rUSHED)

This episode centered around Joel rethinking his relationship with Ellie and YOU hehe. But I did want to give Sam and Henry the spotlight they deserved as well. I tried my best to find the balance in all of this, I hope I didn’t disappoint anyone with this chapter :&lt;<

oKAY INTO EPISODE 6 I GO, time to rewatch the pain again T^T

Grace

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the live action giving Joel and Ellie more moments of bonding as opposed to the game is such a great way to somewhat change things, and yet still keep it as impactful. Not to say they don’t bond in game, because of course they do, but to see the in-between moments of their journey in the show canon has delivered in some fantastic ways

Getting the smaller moments we don’t get to see in game because it happens during gameplay; the ambush in KC/Pittsburgh, for example. To add to that, we see him in game make sure she knows how to use a rifle and eventually give her the pistol once that section is done (one of my favorite scenes <3) but the way it’s done in show is a lot more personal. Him kneeling down and not rushing to make sure she knows what she’s doing. The apology from Joel before that because he feels bad she had to shoot a man. Her asking him, genuinely, “are you okay?” Even in the pickup truck when they first crashed, him looking to her immediately and his tone being complete concern. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt? Nothing?”

Their nights. We’ve only gotten two, but the one in the woods. Her trying to crack a joke and even getting a smile out of him, not that he let her know that. Her confiding in him that they won’t be found, and him reassuring her, despite not believing it himself. Him staying up because his kid cargo was scared. Them eating ravioli in the morning and their talks in the truck. And their next night before Henry and Sam find them; having a genuine conversation and then laughing with each other like little kids. Even in the preview for next episode- they’re sitting around a fire (and Joel doesn’t like fires bc of people being able to find them. makes me think he makes one unprompted for her bc she’s grieving Henry and Sam, or she expresses she’s cold and he makes one for her without hesitation.) and they have, what seems like, a heartfelt conversation. Her opening up to him about how she tried to help Sam and maybe more about her immunity or how desperately she wants to get to the fireflies now.

Their talks on the road in episode three. Ellie pestering him with all her questions and him answering them. Telling her about how the apocalypse started. Even with things like the date of his birthday or pancake mix resurfacing and reminding him of that dreaded day, he’s kind in answering her. And she even thanks him afterward.

Not so much a bonding moment of them together, but shows how they’ve grown. Him wordlessly and silently protecting her, like they’re psychically linked. How he just knows where she’s going and what her plan is. That they’ve spent enough time together to just know each other.

And not so much bonding moments, but the very little things. Leaning over and showing her what a seatbelt is when he really didn’t have to, giving her his coat and the last bits of his food, grabbing her arm and pushing her behind him to shield her from an oncoming clicker, having his arm across her shoulders while he guides her to safety, or him reassuring her that “they’re not gonna hit you”. Things that, as most of us know, are going to add up to so much in the future

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

request-jj's daughter gets grounded after babysitting her little brother, henry.

Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau x teen daughter reader

Another request from Tumblr I love reading everyone's requests!

request-jj's daughter gets grounded after babysitting her little brother, henry.

Third person pov...

5 year old Henry La Montague runs into the house giggling, he shrugs off his school bag and runs into the living room and jumps onto the sofa, before he can he is grabbed by someone that person being his Mum.

The blonde eyes widened "Mumma your home!" He yells his mum is never home early. JJ laughs at her sons shocked face. "Hi baby!" She says equal excitement.

15 year old Y/N Jareau rolls her eyes as she walks into the house hearing her Brother laughing. She continues texting on her phone, she gets to the bottom of the stairs before her name gets called.

"What Mum!" She yelled, she got no answer annoyed the 15 year old walks into the living room where her mum and little brother where.

She crosses her arms. "Yes Mum?" She asks the woman, JJ looks around at her daughter ans puts Henry back down. "Hey Honey, I need you to babysit Henry tonight, I've got to run off to work for a bit" she says Y/Ns goes silent before an angry look appears.

"But Mum Hollys holding a party tonight you said I can go last week, I can't watch Henry!" She exclaimed throwing her arms down, JJ looks at her daughter.

"Well I'm sorry, you have to stay home, it's only a party" she said, before Y/N storms off upstairs, a door slamming can be heard from downstairs.

"She's Grumpy!" Exclaims Henry making his Mum laugh before he squeals with laugher when thrown over her shoulders.

Time skip...

A couple hours have passed since JJ left for work, Will was working a late shift and wouldn't be home until midnight, which left Y/N and Henry home alone.

Henry was downstairs watching his TV shows happily singing along and playing with his toys, which left Y/N upstairs in her room.

The teenager was currently sitting at her desk doing her hair, she was going to thr party she doesn't care what her Mum says.

As she gets ready she remembers Henry. "Shit! I can't can't leave him home alone" she exclaims before having an idea, it's a stupid idea but it might work.

The teen Continues to get ready, once she was done she grabs her bag and phone and walks downstairs ans into the living room.

The 5 year old is still watching his cartoons. Y/N walks over to her brother and kneels down next to him, the 5 year old looks at his sister. "You look pretty N/N" she says smiling adorably at her.

She smiles at him. "Aww thank you Hare-bear" she says ruffling his hair. She checks the time 10 minutes. "Hey Hare-Bear, you know that party my friend is having" she said, this made Henry look up at her.

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?" She asks him, Henry thinks for a minute before nodding his head. "You do, well then you have to not tell Mum or Dad okay, it's a secret between us" Says Y/N holding out her pinky.

"Yes sissy" Says Henry linking his pinky with her, Y/N grins. She then gets Henrys coat and grabs his bottle of water for him.

A car horn is heard outside. "They're here!" Yells Y/N before grabbing her stuff and picking up Henry. Thebtwo then get into thr car with Y/Ns friends.

"Hey guys, this I'd Henry my little brother he's coming with us" she said all her friends love Henry and think he's adorable.

They start driving to Hollys, once they get there Y/N kneels next to Henry. "Hey Hare-bear, I'm gonna need you to keep holdover my hand while we are in there okay?"She asks the little boy.

Henry nods his head. "Good boy, now let's go!" She exclaims holding Henry's hand the two laugh and run to join the other teenagers in the house.

Little Henry was soon exploring the big house with his sissy, he was looking around at all the teenagers and lights, the music was loud but affective making everyone dance.

Henry stays close to his Sissy as she walks around talking to different people. Henry has fun ans everyone loves seeing him there, soon he wonders away from Y/N but keeps her in his sight and begins dancing.

Hours pass before Y/N knows it, she checks her phone and sees its 12pm already

"Fuck!" She exclaims before looking around for Henry, he wasn't next to her. "Double fuck!" Y/N leaves her friends to look for her brother.

Little Henry had fallen asleep from all the dancing he did, he was laying on a couch by himself, whe  he opens his eyes he sees his Sissy running around a worried look on her face.

Henry doesn't like his sissy having that face so the little 5 year old jumps up from the sofa ans runs over to her. He pats her hand gaining her attention. "Sissy its me your Hare-Bear! I is here now" he yells making Y/N sigh with relief.

She drops to her knees infront of him and pulls the little boy in for a big hug, confused Henry pats her back Comfortingly. "Sissy okay?" He asks her, Y/N pulls back and snuffles.

"Yeah I'm okay Hare-Bear I was worried about you, but now we have to go" she says before picking him up, the two make their way through groups of people.

As the two make it outside, sirens are heard and are coming closer, Y/Ns eyes widened "shittt" she groans recognising her Dads squad car, she pulls Henry's hood over his head blo king out the lights and sounds.

She then stealthy walks away from the cars turning her back, as she walks she walks straight into an officer and of course to her luck it's "Will! Hi didn't see you there" she says her voice going all squeaky.

The man isn't happy, he had a frown on his face, his hands on his hips and lips turned downwards. "What arw you doin' down here Y/N?" He asks her, YN looks at him "um im here for a Party! What arw you doing here?" She counters.

Will isn't amused. "Im here because of multiple complaints from neighbours " he sayds before he looks at the thing Y/Ns holding.

"Wait a minute didn't JJ say you have to baby sit Henry" Will said looking pointedly at the teen.

Y/N gulps nervously, "well yes, but technically she said i couldn't go but not Henry" she watches at Wills frown turns into realisation. "You didn't did you?" He questions her eyebrow raising.

Y/Ns looks at him. "Oi I'm not that evil you leave my 5 year old brother home alone, no instead I bought him with me" she says pulling down Henry hood and showing the man.

Will sighs at the teen, Y/N winces "That's worse isn't it Fuck meee" whines the teen before Will takes her to his squad car and drives off.

While in the car it's silent, apart from Henry's snoring Will is pissed off with Y/N for going to the party but also bringing her little brother with her. Y/N is nervous her mum won't be happy.

She's so grounded, her face pales as she sees where Will is driving them too. "No Will why this! This is worse then death!" She yells bus the man acts like he doesn't hear her as he parks in Quantico FBI headquarters.

The man turns around. "Out now, you walk upstairs and you tell your mum what you've done, it's better this way, then her finding out from me" he says before Y/N groans and gets out of the car.

She waves as the Man drives back home, sighing the 15 year old turns to the building and walks in, once thr elevator opens she thinks about walking home, but thinks better of it either way she is dead.

The teen walks out of the elevator and into the bullpen where her Mum was talking with her team, Y/N is soon noticed by her Godmother Emily, who smiles as soon as she see Y/N.

"Y/N what are you doing here!" She yells gaining everyone's attention, JJs eyes widened as she sees her daughter standing in the room, she then takes in her daughters appearance. "You went to the party didn't you" Y/N nods her head.

The 15 year old sends a look to the team but none of them help her. JJ crosses her arms and angry look on her face. "You went to the party after I specifically told you not too" she said once again Y/N nods her head.

"I did and it was a stupid idea, but I really wanted to go and before you think that I left Henry home I didn't-" "-please don't tell me you bought him with you, a 5 year old to a party full of teenagers" JJ cut her daughter off.

"Maybe" mumbles Y/N, the team all had shocked faces on as JJ,rubs her forehead "how could you be to stupid! Y/N something bad could of happened to him why did you bring him! You know what your done, no phone for two weeks and your grounded!" Yelled JJ holding her hand out.

The teen sighs and hands over her phone "how long?" She asks, JJ,shakes her head "I haven't decided yet, come on your going home, good night guys see you Tomorrow" Says the mother before she grabs her bag and drags Y/N off to the elevator.

"I'm surprised she didn't kill her on the spot" Says Spencer braking the silence before the others could hear angry yelling from inside the elevator. Rossi clicks his fingers "there it is" he says as the other pray for Y/Ns safety.

The end!

Poor Y/N I swear her and JJ oneshots always end with her getting told off, but anyway thank you for your request.

So sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes as always.

Request are open!

Word count: 1730

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Stitches

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"Miss Frye!" Someone calls from the street, forcing Evie to look down. A young teen - about sixteen or seventeen - in a bright green coat with a yellow sash around his waist looks up at her, waving his arms about. "Miss Frye, I need help!"

Evie quickly flashes her eagle vision on, letting the world switch to a ghostly white as the boy glows gold. She sighs, but quickly makes her way down the side of the building, wiping her hands on her shirtwaist. The boy sways from side to side, wringing his hands nervously. He's vaguely recognisable - someone she's seen before, but not for long, maybe. Certainly someone who knows her.

He's in the uniform of the Rooks, which surprises her. If he's a Rook, he's the youngest one she's ever seen. Though from his gangly limbs and the way he seems to swim in the jacket and pants, Evie feels as though he may not be a member of the gang itself, but simply someone using their father's uniform to get her attention.

"Who are you?" Evie asks, watching as he snaps to attention. "How do you know my name?"

"Ah, Jay- Uh, our leader said you may not remember me." The boy squeaks. "I'm Tommy? I was stabbed and hid in Henry's curio shop two months back. You helped, I was wondering if you could help again?"

"Has someone been stabbed? Do you need me to avenge them?" Evie raises her eyebrow, and the boy flushes.

"No, yes?" Tommy sways his hand from side to side. "Jay- Our leader, he got stabbed. The good doctor's out of town, you see, visiting his Ma in Swansea, and our leader's hurting real bad and said that you should be able to stitch him up? Or you'd know someone who could stitch him up."

"He trusts me enough to stitch him up?" Evie says, following the boy.

"Oh no, he was joking." Tommy leads her down enough alleyways and side streets that her head begins to spin. "But I trust you. Well, no - I trust Henry, and Henry trusts you, and that's good enough for me."

Eventually, they find themselves in some tunnel underground. Evie's not sure what the tunnel's purpose is - though from a quick glance around, it might lead to Michel Reuge's vault, which would be incredible - though that doesn't matter.

A man sits in the damp, leaning against the wall. He has a green bandana across his mouth, and a black lounge jacket discarded next to him as he desperately attempts to staunch the rapidly bleeding wound with a green waistcoat. A cap conceals his eyes as he looks up, and Tommy puffs out his chest.

"You need help!" The boy protests, and the Rook's leader sighs, nodding to Evie.

"My name is Evie Frye." She says, kneeling down besides him. "Though I don't doubt that you already know that. Are you going to share your name?"

"He doesn't talk." Tommy says helpfully, perched on the side of a crate. "And I'm not supposed to tell you anything about him."

"Right." Evie wrinkles her nose. "Well, I'd suggest that after I stitch this up, you go to a doctor, though I imagine you're not going to. You wouldn't happen to have any opium or laudanum, would you?"

Evie is mostly joking as she pulls out a small box from her coat, opening it and seeing the sewing kit she keeps just for the purpose of temporarily stitching herself up. She'll have to restock it, but there's enough thread here to patch the wound up and send him on his way. However - the man moves, pulling a glass bottle of something that makes Tommy's nose wrinkle in disgust.

"Soothing Syrup, really?" The teen says. "You told me that that stuff makes people slow."

The man nods, and before Evie can do anything he uncorks it, pulling up his bandana and taking a quick swig before setting it aside. He gives Evie a nod before his body tenses.

Evie has to make this quick, then.

The man twitches underneath her, first out of nervousness, but quickly transitioning into pain as the needle goes rhythmically through the flesh on his abdomen. She can't tell if it's a deep wound, or just unfortunate placing of the blood vessels, but her hands quickly go wet with blood as she desperately quickens her pace. The man hisses in pain, his eyes squeezed shut from what she can see under his cap.

Tommy grabs one of the mans fists awkwardly, giving Evie a nervous look as the wound begins to close. The man - for his own part - doesn't notice her ducking from the attempted punch, nor does it appear that he even realised that he threw a punch. Lost in pain and violent.

He'd probably make a good assassin. She should try and see if he'd be willing to join their cause.

"All done." She says quietly. "Though you'll want a new shirt and waistcoat before you go anywhere that requires you be decent, what happened to him?"

"He got hurt." Tommy shrugs. "Bad. I wasn't there, I'm just the one who found him."

"Of course." Evie doubts. "Well, if that's all you needed me for, I'll be going. I do have a mission to get back to."

"Let us know if you need the favour repaid." Tommy offers, and the Rook snaps his head towards Tommy. "Anything within reason. Anything that I could do, actually. I don't think I should be offering anything on behalf of him."

"Well," Evie holds back a laugh. "Make sure he gets home safe."

The boy salutes, and Evie leaves the pair in the cold, damp tunnel. She has a shroud to find.

[whumpees]

The witcher whump list

Synopsis: Geralt of Rivia is a witcher, a mutant with special powers who kills monsters for money. The land is in a state of turmoil, due to the empire of Nilfgaard seeking to enlarge its territory. Among the refugees of this struggle is Cirilla, the Princess of Cintra, one of Nilfgaard's victims. She and Geralt share a destiny. Meanwhile, another figure looms large in Geralt's adventures: Yennefer, a sorceress.

Whumpee: Geralt played by Henry Cavill

Seasons: 3 (2019-) (24 eps)

Available on Netflix

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S01

Ep1: stabbed in the gut and grunts a little in pain

Ep2: knocked out, woke up tied up, beaten while tied

Ep3: fighting a monster, bitten in the neck, grunts, bleeds from his mouth.. slowly collapses and passes out, passed out in bed, utters a name in his sleep, wakes up startled, torso & chest bandaged, holds his side in pain

Ep5: a spell casted on him to sleep (unwillingly) because he had insomnia, sleepy, slowly closing his eyes, woke up in a preson cell chained, beaten while chained

Ep8: bitten in the leg by monsters, limping, collapses on his knees from the bite, passes out, in a carriage pulled by a horse, being talked to by the man who saved him but is delirious and in and out of consciousness, wakes up, the man grabs his wounded leg and he screams in pain, pours a potion in his wound and grunts in pain, while he's talking to the man he slows down his speech and becomes unresponsive and delirious again and the man shouts "stay awake you bastard", wakes up laying on the ground, given medicine, wakes up again, limping

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S02

Ep2: arms tied by a monster, repeatedly stabbed in the shoulder by it, ciri hugs him and he grunts in pain

Ep8: punched in the face & bleeds a little

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S03

Ep6: in a fight, stabbed in the stomach, hit in the leg and kneels, hit in the back..falls on the ground, in the water bleeding, rescued from shore

Ep7: passed out on the ground with bruised face, broken back and wounded leg, wheezing and whimpering in pain "he's not wounded, he's dying", barely able to utter few words, wheezing and groaning while talking to jaskier (i fucking love his wheezing he looks so weak and in pain)

Ep8: still wheezing and groaning, refuses to eat, asks jaskier to help him up but quickly tells him to stop cuz he's in so much pain, healer tries to heal his leg with a medicine and he screams in pain, gets up and tries to walk before he heals, limping and using a crutch to walk, a woman tries to get him to stop moving until he has healed so she kicks his crutch to show him that he's crippled and can't do anything and he screams in pain but she holds him to not fall "you'd be dead now", tries to train but he's in pain and barely able to move so she hits him again "you'd be dead now, go back to bed, witcher", limping.. trips and falls and screams in pain, yen heals him and he's in sooo much pain

[voxmortuus]

►PAIRING: Capt. Syverson X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Sand Castle ►WORDS: 798 ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: You are a female solider, so naturally you're walking into a "male dominated territory." Syverson and you naturally but heads, not a fan of his abrasive ways and his lack of giving a shit for most things. In your eyes, he's unprofessional. You and him start off with this wit he brings out in you, tensions start to build. Eventually you two realize there is something there between you two, but being who you both are, this forbidden fraternization just can't happen, but over time, words are exchanged, and hot heavy moments happen. Soon you're discharged and sent home, eventually you and Syverson end up with the happy ending you both deserve but it will absolutely be trying and hard to get there. Do you have the guts to stick it through? Does he have the means to learn to control his urges? ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Soft Syverson moment | Reader starting to fall for Syverson | Light Fluff | Joking on way back to base | Impure thoughts of Capt. Syverson... it's his hands okay? ►NOTE: I want to thank @mrsevans90 for the inspiration to create a Syverson Series. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Henry Cavill Masterlist ►Chap. 1 Chap. 2

It was one of those trips. Quiet, even unsure of his own words Syverson stayed quiet. You knew what to expect, you knew that things were going to be worrisome, troubling, things needed to be handled with care. He had given you the rundown prior to leaving. It was just you and him, there was no one else, you were going to be able to see him without that tough guy facade.

To say you weren't looking forward to this trip was a lie, you were, to get out of the camp, to feel useful, to have a purpose if you will, it was almost exciting, so in a small way your nerves were getting the better of you. You let out a heavy breath and rub the back of your neck after wiping the sweat from your cheek. Waiting to get to the location in question you're watching as you enter this small village.

Licking your lips to wet them you knit your brow together a moment as you see a group of small boys picking on a young girl and you shake your head. You look over at Syverson as he honks his horn at them, and they scatter.

A small shake of your head you look his hands as he's driving, and you tilt your head before doing a quick head shake. "Check yourself girl." you tell yourself.

When he pulls up to the home, he looks at you and then gets out. Walking to the home you are both greeted and brought inside. Taking your cover off you look around, it's different than your apartment back home, the culture is so different, the smells are so different, everything.

"You have a lovely home." you tell them in Arabic.

The man looks at you and smiles and tells you thank you and escorts you both to sit and talk.

During the meeting you translate for Syverson as they discuss the water situation, and the school situation. Building and access to what is needed.

A young boy comes out from the back of the home with something for Syverson and hands it to him. He looks down at object and tilts his head.

"Please, a safe school, cold fresh water, and fruit?" the boy says offering a handmade trinket.

You look at Syverson and translate before Syverson does something you don't expect. He gets up and approaches the boy, kneeling in front of him and looks at him and speaks as you translate for him.

"I will make it my mission to keep you and your friends safe. You will have fresh water, and fruit, you will learn so much and make life long friends." he tells him.

Catching him off guard the boy hugs him and wipes his face from the tears and he with very broken English looks at Syverson.

"Thank you. You good man." He pats his shoulder and runs off to play outside.

Looking over Syverson you bite your lip and cast your eyes down before looking at the older man and smile.

Thinking back to that meeting, your heart flutters a moment. Looking at him you watch him a moment.

"What you lookin' at?" He asks with a small smile.

"Big bad Captain has a soft spot." You smirk.

"Big bad Captain will kick your ass if anyone finds out about that soft spot." He chuckles.

"Aww... don't want your boys to know you have a heart?" you chuckle.

"I have no heart. I'm a stone-cold Captain." He smirks.

"Stone-cold with a soft spot. They all got one Captain." You smile softly looking down at your lap.

"Nah. You're seeing things, it's all in your head." He chuckled again.

You simply chuckle shaking your head you look down at your lap again and let out a breath. The sun was starting to go down and it was cooling off. You look over at him as he's driving and you look down at his hands, the way he gripped that wheel... your mind started to run wild. It was that moment you realized that maybe he wasn't so bad.

The idea of what those hands felt like holding you, his strong arms wrapped around you, what did he look like under those drab clothes? What did he feel like as he held you, as he... guided you? Jesus what is wrong? Why are you thinking such things?! Your mind was going wild. A cold shower was indeed in order when you got back.

Clearing your throat, you realize his own eyes were lingering a moment. Did he think that you had caught him looking? Is that why he looked away? Was he picturing you without your clothes too? Was he thinking what you were thinking? No... no there's no way... right? RIGHT?!

[wilted-rose-143]

Sometime’s love is safest when it’s kept secret

WARNINGS:

Homophobia

Descriptions of violence

Blood

Cursing

Gay Slur

Cuts/Bruises

A/N: Just want to let you know, they are aged up to around 15/16 at the time, and if I decide to continue this later on, the timeline will be further explained. But, all you need to know currently is that they are aged up, and Henry Bowers was not pushed down the well. With that, I hope you enjoy!

Richie stepped up to the front steps of Eddie Kaspbrak's house, not until after making sure his mother wasn’t home, and knocked on the door. Richie had this certain way of knocking, the whole Loser’s Club has memorized it now, and he did it specifically so the losers club members could always feel safe to answer the door when they heard it.

Richie waited for just a few minutes until Eddie answered. “Hey, Richie, what’s-..”

Eddie froze when he saw Richie’s face. In an instant, Eddie grabbed Richie’s shoulders and pulled him closer. “Oh my god, what happened?”

Richie’s face was bloodied and bruised. His cheek was pouring blood in a diagonal line, actively turning purple and blue, as his eye on the opposite side of his face was swelling up and turning black and blue, a bleeding cut too close to his eye for comfort.

“Bowers got me good this time.” Richie grinned at him. “I was hoping Dr. Kaspbrak would be free to fix me up?”

Eddie didn’t think twice before pulling Richie inside and taking him up to his room.

Eddie had him sit down on the floor in front of his bed and went over to the bathroom. Eddie collected his medical supplies then came back to him and kneeled in front of him.

Richie was just sitting there fidgeting his hands. He felt bad making Eddie do this every time, with it basically being everyday now. He didn’t want to worry Eddie, and he really didn’t want to explain why this was happening. He just slowly looked up as he saw Eddie beginning to put a cleaner on a cotton pad.

Eddie quietly soaked the cotton pad in rubbing alcohol as he thought of what to say. He took a small breath and looked up at Richie and slowly spoke. “Rich, you need to tell me why this is happening.”

“It’s just Bowers being Bowers, he’s always been a dick to us.” Richie, in his usual manner, responded quickly and nonchalantly.

Eddie gave him a look, not satisfied with his answer. “Yes, but this is worse Richie.Yes, Bowers picks on us, but it’s been you especially lately. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, okay? Will you just leave it?” Richie spoke harsher than intended, instantly regretting his small outburst.

Eddie looked clearly hurt for a minute before just going quiet and taking Richie’s glasses off his face, finding that there was a visible cut and indent from his glass being pressed into his face. He wiped off the glasses as blood poured from the cut down his face. “Oh god, Richie.. I’m worried about you.. Please just talk to me..” He quietly begged, slowly beginning to wipe up the blood coming from his nose, and instinctively putting a hand over Richie’s when he flinched from the cleaner.

Richie glanced down at their hands as soon as he felt the touch. He knew that all the Losers had noticed the never fading bruises and cuts he'd collected over the weeks of endless torment.

Eddie had questioned the dynamics of Richie's home life for as long as he could remember. Eddie has been over Richie's house more times than he can remember, yet he's hardly ever seen Richie's parents. Eddie can't say anything about them, besides the fact their constant absence has really concerned him. But it doesn't seem like they've even really noticed Richie getting beat up, which just got Eddie more worried.

Richie never said anything bad about his parents to make Eddie worry, granted he never really said anything good about them either.

Eddie slowly brought Richie's hand up to hold the cotton pad over his nose. “Richie.. Please talk to me.. I'm worried about you..”

Richie looked up at Eddie and his heart burned as he felt his face heat up. ‘God damn it, Richie, get yourself together.! He’s your best friend, that’s it!’ His thoughts raced as he slowly spoke. “I told you, it’s nothing. It’s just Bowers being Bowers.”

“Rich, I’m not stupid. This isn’t regular behavior, even from Bowers. This is extreme. There has to be a reason he’s acting even worse than normal, especially since it’s only you he’s acting like this with you. Just tell me why this is happening. I won't judge you.”

Richie looked down, moving Eddie's hand away. “I.. When it first started.. I went to the arcade and started playing Street Fighter with this kid I met. Then Bowers and his friends came by, and it turns out that kid was Bowers' cousin. And he got mad at me and chased me out of the arcade.. He punched and pushed me.. Used that god forsaken pocketknife and cut across my cheek.. While he was hitting me I think he hit my glasses into my nose..” Richie hissed at the cleaner as Eddie began cleaning another cut.

“That can’t be it. All of that just because you hung out with his cousin?” Eddie tried helping him calm down and relax so that it wouldn’t hurt as much. Usually, anyone else would react to what he said, but Eddie had heard similar stories from Richie ten times over.

“Well.. His cousin called me a fairy.. And.. Bowers called me a faggot..” The hesitation was clear in his voice and he felt Eddie’s hand stiffen up. It pressed the cotton pad into his cut, squeezing out the rubbing alcohol, and caused him to flinch back a bit with a hiss.

“Oh- God, I’m sorry Richie!” Eddie instantly grabbed a dry tissue and wiped up some of the alcohol and blood from his cheek. He had his hand gently pressed on Richie's cheek that was just bruised, trying not to hurt him anymore than he already did. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, Richie. It’s just.. You don’t deserve to be called that. Especially not just for playing an arcade game with someone.”

He sat there for a second, pausing from cleaning Richie's cuts, and just looked at him. The silence freaked Richie out, but Eddie's words scared him more. “Is.. Is it true though?”

“I..” Richie froze and looked at Eddie. “I mean.. what do you want the answer to be.?”

Eddie leaned forward and hugged him, pulling him close. “I want the answer to be whoever you really are.. I want to know your truth.. Richie’s nerves were obvious, and he slowly grabbed his glasses and put them on, the bridge sinking into the cut it previously called home.

Eddie then realized exactly how Richie felt. He realized that he was ashamed about this part of himself. He realized that Richie would do anything to have people like him. He realized that as long as he had these people care about him, he didn’t care what it did to himself. “I don’t care, Rich.. Whatever you are, whoever you honestly are, is who I want to hear the answer from..”

Richie felt the heat rise to his face and slowly pulled Eddie into a hug. He clenched his eyes shut and forced the rising tears out of his eyes. “Thank you..”

“So..” Eddie pushed away from the hug to look into Richie’s eyes. “What are you.?”

Richie took a deep breath and looked at him. “I’m in love with you..”

Looks were exchanged without words, thoughts racing. One filled with regret and paranoia, the other with surprise and flattery. The world seemed to move in slow motion over the next few moments. Eddie's hand slowly found its way to Richie’s, and they interlocked, as the two slowly leaned closer. All of a sudden, a match was lit and there was a fire burning in Richie’s heart. His emotions got the best of him and in the heat of excitement, he put a hand against Eddie's cheek and pushed against him.

Eddie leaned back, a strange feeling forming in his stomach. He'd never been this close to anyone before and had never even thought of doing this with a guy. And on top of that, it was his first kiss. His first kiss was with a guy, and his best friend of all people. But he couldn't deny the fact that he didn't hate it. He let Richie control the situation, knowing he wouldn't go too far, holding his hand tighter. As their lips moved against each other, a sickening realization washed over him. He knew that smell. Richie had been smoking. Eddie knew something was up with him, but he didn't realize until now. Was he high? What was he smoking this time? Did he not even mean it? Was this just another night Richie would forget?

Eddie had tensed up at the thought and pulled away, his face flushed a sweet pink color. He felt so stupid. He managed to miss the fact that his best friend was probably just working off a high, and would forget any of this happened. He looked at Richie, a sickening feeling in his stomach. Did that really just happen?

Richie and Eddie just exchanged silent looks. Neither knew how to move on from this situation, but both had one common goal in mind. Keep this.. Incident, a secret.

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Hello! I hope you guys enjoyed the story!

I'm sorry about this taking so long, I've just been fairly busy lately! I hope it's not bad and is what you expected! Please let me know if you want me to continue this and give me feedback! Feel free to tell me how to write better, or if you believe I'm doing something wrong, but please make sure to keep it respectful! Thank you!

~ Rose

[firewolf-pyro]

2. RELATIONS

Scene- The charging station walls are covered in drawn posters and blueprints and ripped alien art. The floor of the charging station closest to the wall has been covered in both three mattresses and more bedding. The room looks like it has been made into a sort of refugee sleeping space with clothes and cloth materials strewn about the floor. Laying in the bed in the middle is Henry with a book in hand as he stares at the ceiling between reading the paperback. Besides him curled up in a fetal position, to the right is Kendra. Both are in new clothes though it looks alien and tattered.

Camera- suspended over the room to examine both Henry and Kendra.

Henry- “Y’know… I am starting to stop kissing them.”

Actions- lowers his book to his chest to mark the spot he stopped reading.

Kendra- “What?!”

Actions- looks up at him and props herself up on the elbow.

Kendra- “You can’t be serious. Your fiance? Basil?! You can’t tell me you don’t miss him!”

Actions- moves closer to stare into Henry’s face.

Camera- moved so we can see both their torsos as they talk.

Henry- “It hurts to admit but, with all the work and exploring of scrap yards and haulers? I… I haven’t thought of him for a straight month now.”

Actions- stares straight at the ceiling avoiding Kendra’s awe shocked expression.

Kendra- “That’s - horrible Henry. I haven’t stopped thinking of my parents, my brother… my… sister.”

Actions- lays back on her side to stare gloomily at Henry’s shoulder.

Henry- “It’s been a year…”

Actions- let’s put a huff and lifts the book back up to continue reading.

Henry- “I think they would have moved on from us- we… we weren’t really present- working for Torchwood and all.”

Actions- flips a page even as Kendra pushes a hand into his arm.

Camera- moves to back of the room above the pair’s head to see the door.

Scene- the double circular doors slide open and Olesia walks into the room. A sort of blueish white glow quickly faded around her as she walks into the room. She is still in her usual clothes with the blue button up shirt and black jeans.

Olesia- “So that’s done with, we’re running really low on food stuffs. I think this next scrap haul we should go hunting or something.”

Actions- walks into the room with her eyes on a tablet held by one hand. Her other hand is playing with a necklace dangling from her shoulders. She paused at the beds to look down at the two laying in them.

Kendra- “Augh, I don’t want to. I just… I want to go home to my mom and dad.”

Actions- curls up further into a fetal position.

Henry- “She doesn’t get it, Kendra. She’s not got anyone to go back to on Earth. She isn’t even from Earth to begin with.”

Actions- rolls his eyes as he continues to read the book.

Camera- moves to directly above them so we see all three from the above.

Olesia- “Hey… I do get it, you miss them.”

Actions- kneels down to all fours to rest a hand on Kendra’s leg.

Kendra- “I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

Actions- looks up to Olesia and slowly sits up.

Camera- moves down so we see all three busts

Olesia- “I haven’t given up on trying to find a way out of this mess.”

Actions- holds up her necklace pendant before tucking it into her shirt.

Kendra- “you mean… You’ve figured out a way to shut it out?”

Actions- inches closer to Olesia.

Olesia- “Yes- but it means… we’ll need a third party…”

Actions- glances down at Henry before looking back to Kendra.

Olesia- “Or - well… Fourth party?”

Actions- leans back to sit on her legs.

Henry- “A fourth person? We can’t even feed the three of us with those tiny beasts Blueton has growing in the bio-lab.”

Actions- sets his book down on his chest as he props himself up on his elbows.

Olesia- “Yes… about that…”

Actions- leans into the group.

Camera- backs away as they whisper to fade to black to end the scene.

Scene- opens in the entryway of the control room: pilots room of the crescent ship. The sound of the soft heartbeat in most Dalek ships is playing as we see the Blue Dalek stationed at the controls of the ship. The room is pristine with only the glow of the white lights from the circles in the walls to light it along with the blue lights of the screens. Out of the window we see a star filled sky with a few planets in front of them. They all look like blue marbles floating around a solid white star.

Camera- stares into the room at the back of the Dalek.

BT122- “Scrap ship located. Ship is locked in a planetary rotation.”

Actions- some lights flash as the eyestalk twitches from side to side as they look over each screen.

Camera- changes to looking right over the shoulder of the Dalek at the screens of the ship. All show a solar system with the same glittering planets. One of the planets has Dalek text labeling it as Bad Wolf which a green dot seems to be circling. The central screen shows a small vessel that looks rather beaten up just floating there above a planet’s blue and white marbled surface.

BT122- “Energy is… low… Sufficient resources to capture the scrap ship…”

Actions- see a pair of hands suddenly slam down onto the shoulders of the Dalek’s. Eyestalk quickly lifts and turns around to see who is assaulting them.

Camera- moves to the side so we see Olesia and Blueton’s busts. Olesia has both her hands on Blueton’s shoulder section and is staring right into the eyestalk as it turns to examine her.

Olesia- “Energy’s low huh?”

Actions- cheeky smirk as she reaches up to tap at the rim around the eyestalk. The eyestalk twitches up and away to try and shoo the interfering fingers away.

Olesia- “I thought Dalek’s didn’t require sleep. You’ve been mobile and constantly checking in on the computers and those little squids in the tanks back there- that doesn’t leave a lot of time to rest now does it?”

Actions- begins to pull the casing back away from the computer’s controls. The Dalek’s manipulator arm stays connected and simply extends as he is pulled back.

BT122- “Unhand me! You will not interfere!”

Actions- turns eyestalk around the other direction to stare at Olesia.

Camera- backs away to show their full bodies

Olesia- “Come on Blueberry, you already told me what you want done. The coordinates of the scrap ship there are already locked onto. I can handle the other two- it’ll be a quick in and out-“

Actions- grunts as she pulls the casing further away from the controls. The manipulator arm sparks at the control panel as it disconnects from the plunger shaped end.

BT122- “Do not continue this activity! You will damage the control panel.”

Actions- pulls their manipulator arm back towards themself as they turn their casing around to face Olesia. She steps back and rests her hands on her hips.

Olesia- “You can go rest in that recharge bay while I handle this operation. Let this be my way to prove my loyalty to you.”

Actions- stands stalk still and as tall as she can. A soft smirk is on her face as she locks her eyes into Blueton’s eyestalk.

BT122- “You will… Assist in leading this operation? Willingly?”

Actions- examines Olesia’s body language from bottom to top before focusing on her face.

Camera- flicks to the Dalek’s eyestalk view to focus on Olesia’s face. Around the edges it shows her heart rate and focuses on her facial expressions.

Olesia- “Yes, I will willingly take command of this operation so you, Blueton- can catch some shut eye.”

Actions- she tries to hide her smile, the smirk vanishing for only a little while before playing up on her lips again.

Camera- returns to looking at the pair’s busts.

BT122- “I… Agree to transfer control of this operation partly to you. If you fail you will be punished.”

Actions- approaches Olesia as both the manipulator and gunstick rise up as he stares into her face.

Olesia- “I wouldn’t expect any different.”

Actions- she stays as still as she can while staring Blueton down.

BT122- “I will retire to the recharge station.”

Actions- he moves past Olesia out of the control room.

Camera- switches to looking out into the hallway to watch Blueton leave the control station to move down the hallway to the recharge room. In the hallway both Henry and Kendra are standing on either side of the doors. They watch the Dalek leave and only turn to go into the control room once the doors to the recharge station close.

Camera- moves to follow the pair into the control room before raising to watch over the group of three.

Olesia- “That went a lot better than I expected it to.”

Actions- moves to the controls and starts messing around with the screens.

Henry- “You’ll make sure you teleport us inside the ship this time right?”

Actions- asks as he walks over to lean on the control panel’s shelf.

Kendra- “The nanites are good at keeping us from exploding in open space but it’s still- way too cold.”

Actions- walks to Olesia’s other side as she stairs over the screens.

Olesia- “Yeah I’ll make sure you two get into that little ship there. Just- tell me when you’ve got the pilot. Once you’ve got them we’ll … we’ll see how well this goes.”

Actions- looks over to a hopeful looking Kendra.

Camera- fades out to end scene with staticky effect showing a quick teleport in grabbing a blue man pilot before going black.

Camera- focuses on the Dalek casing on the charging station

Scene- In the charging room on the front most station rests the Dalek casing. The manipulator arm, gunstick and eyestalk are all pointed downwards in a resting position. Tubes and hoses are sticking out of the Dalek casing’s skirt section out of some of the semi-spheres. Shadows fall around the casing for a moment or two before a pair of blue hands grab the dome of the Dalek casing. They twist and pull the dome off of the neck section of the casing. The manipulator arm and gunstick raise slightly as the eyestalk’s light flashes on.

Blue man- “c’mon stay unconscious just long enough fr’me to get this thing detached-“

Actions- their arm reaches into the casing’s neck piece and begins searching around for something.

Camera- looks from the inside of the Dalek casing to watch the hand resch in past wires and tubes to mess around with the back side of the gunstick. Splits screen to show as he messes with the back of the gunstick the front side begins to twitch and spin in its socket. Returns to view inside of the casing and slowly turns to look at the Dalek mutant with its eye open and staring at the arm messing with its weapons system. The tendrils lift slowly as the camera turns to focus on the clearly enraged mutant.

Camera- switches to full view of the blue man fiddling with the Dalek casing who jolts suddenly ad begins screaming. The sound of crunching can be heard and a spray of blue blood shoots up from out of the top of the Dalek casing. The man tried to pull his hand back out of the casing but whatever is in the casing is clearly strong enough to pull the man’s shoulder deeper into the casing.

Camera- switches back into the Dalek casing to see Blueton has many tendrils wrapped around a clearly broken arm with bone poking out between some tendrils. It is clear they are biting into the arm and they open and close their mouth the further cause damage. They continue pulling the arm and the blue man further into the casing until the arm gives way coming off of the blue man showing the mutant with dark blue blood.

Camera- at the back of the Dalek casing to watch the Blue man stumble backwards screaming and clutching where his missing arm would have been. Lands on his back and scrambles backwards into the wall of computing systems across from the charging station.

Blue man- “You were asleep- you were asleep-“

Actions- clutches their shoulder as the camera turns downwards to watch tendrils slide up and out of the dark abyss of the Dalek casing.

Camera- continues to turn upside down to stare at the back wall as we hear the blue man plead behind it.

Blue man- “Please- they said you were asleep- they just want to go home- no- please- please have mercy- no- nooo!”

Camera- fades to credits as we hear screams that turn to gurgles and crunches.

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TWs: Major character death, check tags for other triggers (because they're spoilers so I didn't wanna give it away up here, but I also didn't wanna leave it untagged. If there are things that you know trigger you, PLEASE check the tags. If not, happy(?) reading)

Also on Ao3!

Alright ~enjoy~

"It's your choice."

Will stares at Henry, horror in his eyes. Henry has Mike kneeling on the ground in front of him, bound up to his mouth tightly by vines. El is slumped on the ground next to him, also wrapped in vines, but unconscious. Behind them is a gaping, glowing pit.

"One must go." Henry continues. "In order to save your precious town, in order to close the gates, one life must go into the pit. Now, choose. Who will it be?"

Will looks between Mike and El. Henry is telling him to choose one of them. He's telling him to choose one of them to kill.

Will shakes his head.

"Why?" He asks, voice cracking. "Why are you doing this?"

Henry just looks at him. "Choose," he repeats, "before I throw them both in."

This is their last chance. A last-ditch mission into the Upside Down, which failed spectacularly. Everyone else is tied up around him in a similar fashion as Mike, forced to watch helplessly.

They were almost successful. They found the answer to pushing this other dimension out of their own, but Henry found them. He found them and defeated them, but he's injured. He knows he won't survive much longer, and he's making sure to ruin Will's life that much more before he dies.

Will, the only one unbound, walks up to the pit, looking down to gauge the depth, the likelihood of survival. It's endless. All he sees is a bright red-orange glow coming from the bottom, no ground in sight. There's no telling what's at the bottom.

"So," Will turns back to Henry, who is watching him patiently, "so if someone goes down there, that's it? This dimension is closed off forever?"

Henry nods. "There will be just enough time for you and your remaining friends to leave, but once a life goes in, this dimension dies, me along with it."

"Why are you telling us this?" Will asks, suspicious. "Why, if you know you'll die? Why help us?"

"Is it helping? I will die either way. Now, I can ensure that my passing leaves a permanent mark on Eleven’s life. Either she dies, or her friend does. Or maybe they both do. Either way, it will be your fault."

"Why me?" Will questions, desperate to keep him talking, to stall for more time, and also out of morbid curiosity. This man, if he can still be called a man, has ruined Will's life over and over again. He thinks he deserves to know why.

"You are her brother." Henry says simply. "She trusts you. Will she, after this? If she is still alive? Will anyone trust you after this?"

Will looks between Mike and El and thinks. One way or another, he has a choice to make. He can't let them both die, no matter what, so he needs to choose.

He looks at Mike, his best friend. Mike, a natural born leader. Mike, a boy he has loved for as long as he's known what love was, maybe even longer.

Will looks at El, his sister. El, a certified superhero. El, who came into their lives and brought monsters and alternate dimensions with her, but who also brought love and joy and light and who helped bring their little family together.

He thinks of the future. This might not be the end. Who knows what else is out there in the world? His friends and family will need protection only El can provide. They'll need leadership and ideas only Mike can give.

Will thinks of Nancy and Hopper. Will thinks of the family waiting at home for Mike. He thinks of his family, El's family, with them right now, watching.

It's an impossible decision, but one he has to make. Will thinks not about who he wants to save, but about who will be needed in the future. He thinks about who has the most ahead of them in life. He thinks about who deserves to live more.

He makes his decision.

"Okay." He says, softly.

Will turns and looks at his family, his friends, spread out and bound to the ground before him, watching with tears and fear in their eyes. He turns and looks at Mike. He looks at El. Tears spring to his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He whispers.

He looks up at Henry.

"Once I choose, you'll let everyone go?"

"Once one of them goes in, I will be powerless. Nothing will be keeping them here." Henry confirms.

Will nods. "Okay then. This is my choice." One last time, he looks at Mike. He looks at El.

Then, he turns and jumps into the pit.

[randomredakaifan]

Jasper Dunlop angst cause I’m in a terrible mood

TW: Self harming and mentions of suicide

Jasper ran into the men’s room and closed the door behind him. He then ran into the bigger stall, which is used for handicapped people and closed the door, not even bothering to lock it. He placed his back into the wall behind him and started to sob, hiding his face in his knees

Jason, the newest kid of Swellview high school came here after moving with his parents. Of course, he started to judge Jasper and make him feel bad. That crossed the line where Jason insulted him

“I’ll be so much happier if you weren’t here,” Jason said inside of Jasper’s mind. “You’re worthless, stupid, an idiot, weird, ugly, and just a piece of shit. I hope Drex murders you. You don’t deserve to have a life. You don’t even deserve to have friends, you deserve nothing. No loving family, friends, or people that loved you. You’re a freak, Dunlop! A fucking freak!”

Jasper started to get emotional as his sobs were becoming harder and his feelings were hurt, his heart was broken. He felt like Jason was right, he didn’t deserve anything. He’s just a freak

“Jasper?! JASPER!?” A voice calls out from the hallways. “Where are you, son?”

Jasper lifted his head to hear Captain Man AKA Ray Manchester’s voice from outside of the bathroom. He knew that he and Henry were gonna wear their suits for this mission, even though it’s not that big of an emergency. Of course, he wasn’t going to raise his voice and tell him that he’s in here.

“Jasper! I know you’re in there! We’re coming inside, no matter what you say!” Another voice calls out, but, much younger than Captain Man’s

Jasper realized that Kid Danger AKA Henry Hart and Ray came to rescue him. He felt relieved, but, still hurt and stood there in silence. The door swung open as Kid Danger and Captain Man came inside.

They checked each stall until they came across the last one, the handicapped one. Henry opened the door as his heart dropped to his stomach, seeing his best friend looking so hurt and crying. Even Ray looked hurt

“Jasper…” Henry says softly before kneeling beside Jasper and pulling him close, comforting him

Ray kneeled in front of where Henry and Jasper were at. Henry had his hands on Jasper’s face, seeing tears streaming down his cheeks. He used his thumbs to wipe them away

“Henry, I-” Jasper hiccups before going into a full on sobbing meltdown. Henry felt tears streaming down his face, never seeing his best friend like this before and it concerns him, very much.

“It’s okay, Jasp, it’s okay,” Henry says softly as he felt a lump in his throat

“Kiddo, I-I-” Ray was about to say something, but also felt a lump in his throat. He’s pissed off about that Jason kid and he never knew that he’ll take this far to hurt Jasper

“I’m just worthless, just like what Jason said,” Jasper hiccups as he was able to talk while still being in a sobbing fit

“Jasp! Don’t listen to him! You’re not worthless, an idiot, or stupid!” Henry says as he was crying now. “Please! Don’t let him get to you! You’re my fucking friend, Jasp! What he’s doing to you is making you feel bad!”

“He’s just a dumb kid that’s jealous about you,” Ray says softly towards Jasper. “And I agree with Kid Danger. You’re nothing like him,”

“Hen, Ray?”

“What?” Henry asked

“Hm?” Ray titled his head to one side

Jasper unraveled his arms as both Henry and Ray’s eyes widened in horror to reveal that he’s been self harming himself, with multiple cuts all over his arms. Ray’s sadness was taken over by anger. Henry was horrified to see this. He looked at Jasper and felt like he was going to throw up

“Jasper, why? Why did you do this to yourself!? Who made you do this!?” Henry asked as he was about to go find this Jason kid and beat him up for what he was doing to his friend

“He made me do this! He forced me to cut myself, all because I was going through suicidal thoughts!” Jasper yelled as more and more tears were streaming down his cheeks. “He knew that I was trying to attempted to unalive myself. I tried to, but, I was saved by another student, who came in here and talked me out of it,”

Ray couldn’t take it anymore as he stood up and punched a nearby wall and felt heavy tears streaming down his cheeks. Henry pulled Jasper close and just hugged him, sobbing with him. He failed to notice Jasper’s warning signs and protecting him from Jason. He felt like a failure towards his friend.

“Jasper, please, don’t ever do this again. You got me and Ray upset,” Henry says to Jasper. “We can’t lose you, not like this. We love you for who you are,”

“Henry, I-I just want him gone, I want him to leave me alone and get out of my life!” Jasper sobs as Henry was using his thumbs to wipe away his tears. “I can’t take it anymore!”

“Yes you can! And I know you can’t stand him! We’ll deal with him right now, I promise,” Henry says with a smile

Jasper smiles back as he, Henry, and Ray, who was already calmed down a bit, but was showing some anger towards what Jason did, left the men’s bathroom. Jasper decided to randomly hold Henry’s hand, which shocked the young sidekick, but, he didn’t mind it. He accepted the hand grab and held his hand as well, showing that maybe Jasper and Henry are getting closer as they thought

The recent new kid, Gayatri “Gaya”, that was formerly from India and came to America to start a new life, was walking down the hallways and seeing Ray, Henry, and Jasper, coming out of the bathroom

“Oh, hello- Are you guys okay?” Gayatri asked since she’s more empathetic and understanding to others, and Jason being deeply afraid of her, not knowing why

“He’s fine, just some thoughts controlling his brain,” Ray says to Gaya with a smile on his face.

Gaya nodded her head in understanding way. She knew about Jason bullying Jasper. She smiled and walked over to him, patting his head lightly

“I’ll take him to my hideout, where he’s safe with me and the ladies,” Gaya smiles broadly. “So, go whatever you’re doing, Captain Man and Kid Danger. He’ll be safe,”

Ray and Henry smiled brightly at Gaya. She seemed like a very good person with a understanding heart and soul. Gaya and Jasper, who let go of Henry’s hand, started to walk over to Gaya’s hideout, where it’s the old drama room that she gladly got permission to use by the school.

As both Gaya and Jasper were out of sight, their facial expressions changed to anger and revengeful, storming out of the high school to hunt down Jason for what he did to Jasper

To be continued!

[masturbucky]

Being shared between Joe and Love would include...

[!!!]it's mostly a dark and smutty profile, keep that in mind

Joe. HATES. it.

He hates how Love looks at you- He knows what a MONSTER his wife is, he CAN'T let her get to you, he can't let her know that he wants you even if she does too-

Wait. She... What?

When he picks up on the way Love looks at you — when he sees her stalking you, too, because he does the same-

They both shocked when they see each other's cars near your house.

Love tried to hide you from him, afraid that he would be mad, and he did the same because he was afraid that she will kill you-

But after a small family talk they came to an agreement.

Sharing is caring.

So when they finally have you — not without your and their fight with each other of course, not without some blood here and there, screams, kidnapping, you know, tipical Goldberg-Quinn family stuff-

When they have you the way they want you, without any fight to their love, there's finally appears the question.

How should we have sex?

Joe and Love of course didn't thought about that before, when they, you know, were busy keeping you in their cage and getting you to the point of Stockholm Syndrome-

But it does matter now, when you love them both and want them both.

So they have one more family talk, you're not included yet — they don't want to embarrass you in any way, you have such a good progress accepting them(Love says), they just need to figure it out before acting up

So they talk. Like, seriously talk about how they want you and what would be included, and how. I mean, everything should be consensual, they will take care of it.

Joe was reluctant at first when Love offered to try threesome instead of making a fucking schedule for who can take you and when, but... It's not really that bad, he can imagine that. He can feel himself getting harder on the thought of you being all sweet and messy between him and Love.

So when the time goes to action, they start it slowly. Baby steps, yeah? Love cooks a dinner with you while Joe makes sure that Henry's asleep. A simple, sweet evening of their unusual family, as it should be, as they love it to be and hope that you love it now, too.

You already expected something to happen when Love was practically buzzing with excitement, constantly hugging you and kissing your cheeks while you help her on the kitchen.

So when after dinner Joe and Love somehow lead you to their bedroom instead of yours — well, yes, both of them stayed in your room more often than in their, but still — you just know what's happening.

"Sweetheart, we..." Love starts, sitting on the bed with you, stroking your thigh with her hand softly. She's nervous, you can tell, Joe is nervously stands near the bed too.

"We want to try something new. Y/N, would you let us...?" Joe continues instead of his wife, as he kneels down in front of you, placing a small kiss on your knee while looking up at you.

You cant really say no to them. I mean, of course you can say that you're not ready, they will understand, they want you to want them and they wont force you in their bed, of course- They can always wait for you.

But you don't. You let them take your clothes off slowly, with multiple kisses and praises, with all their attention on you — mostly Love talks, Joe does — a perfect team work

And now, you're completely naked for them. They, meanwhile, stayed clothed, but oh god — you dont really care, as long as Love kisses you the way she does, and Joe eats you out like he haven't eaten in years-

You notice that you're so close to cumming only when Joe puts a thrid finger in you, and Love takes her clothes off too, so you can touch her as much as she touches you.

And yes, that's it. You're cumming on Joe's fingers and tongue, you even feel him moan, maybe he even strokes his cock on that image of you all overwhelmed by him and Love. Love, meanwhile, oh Love, she holds you close, grabbing wherever she can grab on you, and holding your hands on her chest.

It's going to be a long, great night. They waited for too long to stop so early. And from now on, you sleep only in their bed.

You don't really mind, do you, sweetheart?

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Oh! How do you think happens others pacts? Now I agreee that will be more interesting if they've different >_>

I think with Beel it can be some kind of hug...

Did this get long and graphic enough to become little mini fics? Yes.

* Asmo & Lucifer's parts from the previous post are expanded on

* Mild S3 spoilers for Mammon's one. If you know you know.

The Brothers, Pact Formation & Contact

1. Lucifer

Lucifer's pact formation was threatening. He was smugly telling them that he was going to be in control of them. Sneering it into their face. Taking joy in how they didn't falter even when he saw their throat move as they swallowed. Pressing down on his own pleased smile and even harder on the inklings of arousal crawling through him.

He clasped their forearm and dragged them close, their own hand clasped on to his - a second too late but just as viciously. He loomed over them, smug with narrowed eyes as they glared up at him defiantly. So close their noses were brushing and their breath was intermingling.

2. Mammon

The manga shows the contact is a forehead touch

Mammon hates them. Okay maybe he doesn't hate them, but he's upset. They're holding his precious Goldie hostage and what? He has to swear away his agency to them to get her back? And why should he? He's stronger and faster than both them and Levi. He can get her back by force, without even needing to hurt either of them, and be on his way. But he doesn't. He doesn't need to sign his life away to some random human. But he does. And somehow it doesn't feel like he's signing his life away, it doesn't feel like the end. It feels like a beginning.

So instead he looks up at them from where he's kneeling, looks in their eyes and watches how they, almost unconsciously, drift to him. How they kneel down in front of him so they're on equal ground. And then he's reaching out, cupping their face and softly, gently, tenderly - the way he's never done anything before - presses his forehead to theirs. Whispering the words with half lidded eyes as something overwhelming threatens to drown him. He's there in the kitchen with them. But he's also somewhere bright and far away, in a dream with a fleeting yet warm presence who laughs at his dumb pranks and encourages his dumber dreams.

The bright light of the newly formed pact dims and he doesn't know when he closed his eyes. He can feel the tears prick the corners of them as he desperately tries to hold on to that presence, the one he knew for barely a day but longed for throughout every century of his life. That distant dream of someone who believed in him despite having just met him, who understood him, who couldn't stop staring at him with wonder.

He opens his eyes and sees the human. Kneeling in front of him, face still cupped in his hands, eyes wide and pupils blown, lips just slightly parted, cheeks darker than they were mere seconds ago. Staring at him with an ocean of unmistakable wonder.

His breath hitches. His face flushes.

3. Levi

Okay but wouldn't Levi's be a highfive?

I know it won't have much significance to us but to Levi...... it's how Henry and the Lord of Shadows confirmed their friendship. The way they became "true friends" the one thing Levi has always being pining for.

At the point of making their pact, Levi doesn't really like them much, he's still hurting from losing the quiz and that's drowning out the little voice pointing out how well they worked together and how he now has someone he can talk about TSL with. He has anxiety, he's surly with strangers and doesn't like new people.

So he wants the pact to be made with the least amount of contact.

Without thinking he raises a hand, muttering the words for the pact under his breath but looking away. On instinct, they slap that hand with their own.

It's the noise more than the stinging pain that has Levi whipping his head towards them. Eyes wide and horrified while the pact is formed and he realises the implications of the high five.

It's only later, as they grow closer, when he comes to adore that moment, seeing it as the point where he gained his "true friend"

4. Satan

Satan's like Lucifer's is a clasp of forearms. Satan's like Lucifer's maintains direct eye contact. Unlike Lucifer's his eyes are soft. Mouth pulled up in a small yet genuine and gentle smile. His words are confident and loud enough for just the two of them. There's trust in his gaze. Friendship and tenderness and understanding. It's a pact and a touch made out of trust and a promise to always be there for each other even if those specific words are never uttered out loud.

They're the odd ones out in the family - never an angel, never part of the war, the newcomers with a bone to pick with Lucifer and the pact is formed but they don't let go of each other, they don't look away, they finally find someone who understands them in each other and they vow, silently after the final residue of the pact formation has drifted away, to always support one another

5. Asmo

He holds his hand out to them. They're facing each other and it looks like it will be a handshake until Asmo's grip tightens and he uses the hold to pull himself to them in a second and into a surprisingly short and chaste but unexpected kiss.

It's a little because this is who Asmo is as a person and a little because he wants to piss Mammon off but mostly it's because he wanted something sweet and tender, as unusual as that can be for him. Something that meant both nothing and everything. A way to one up the only person he has never been able to charm. A way to look at their flushed cheeks and wide eyes and know that even without his charm he was still desirable, still beautiful, still loveable, still wanted, still worth something. A moment of weakness he'll say he would never dwell on again but one that comes to him on the rare nights where sleep cannot be found

The pact forms and Asmo pulls away with a mischievous glint in his eyes, one that like always perfectly covers any hidden turmoil brewing beneath, while MC's still wide eyed and frozen to the spot

6. Beel

He drops to one knee and looks up into their eyes. Earnest and gentle. He raises a hand, keeping it open and palm up, welcoming their hand into his. He makes eye contact the whole time while he says the words to form the pact

He's not showing that he's serving them or going to be subservient. He's dedicating his life to protecting them, the same way he's dedicated his life to protecting his family. A knight in shining armour.

Beel loves his family above all else and, specially after losing Lilith, he's very protective of them and as wary of strangers entering the fold as Lucifer is. Him making the pact shows that he'd accepted MC as part of the family even back in early S1. Him kneeling and making the pact is him making a promise to MC to always protect them

Kneeling when proposing (marriage) is also a sign of respect and given how Beel was the most likely out of the lot to see MC as just food, him showing them that he respects them feels symbolic

7. Belphie

It's them standing so close together they're almost touching. It's a hand on the back of their neck, creeping up so slowly that they don't feel it until cool fingers are touching warm skin. A touch that makes them stiffen. Makes memories of similar hands around their neck spring up. Makes their eyes widen and their breath stutter.

Makes, for anyone who is looking closely enough, Belphie's eyes soften from their playful glint into something sorrowful.

He leans forward, using the hand on  their neck to hold them still, and presses his lips to their forehead.

They're Lilith's legacy. Proof that his baby sister lived a long, happy life even though he didn't get to be part of it.

They're their own person.

The person who was ready to manipulate & betray Lucifer to set him - someone they didn't even know - free, not for his own good but because they didn't like seeing Beel sad.

The person who would sit with him, while they were still divided by a locked door, and listen with awe and overwhelming fondness to stories of his brothers from better times.

The person who, despite everything, despite a suffocating hatred for all their people, despite knowing what he had to do, he still grew to like while imprisoned.

The person who he murdered.

The person who helped him reconnect with his family. A family they were part of now. It's something he feels deeply. In his bones. Something that feels like fate. A final puzzle piece slotting into place.

He whispers the pact against the forehead, eyes closed. A soft thank you slips out after, his lips brushing the words against their skin. So soft they could almost believe they imagined it.

[sage-writes-stuff]

"He's got a corpse bride!" Eddie Munson x GN!reader series part 1.

ITS HERE FINALLY. THE CORPSE BRIDE INSPIRED SERIES. I will be using they/them pronouns but bride will be used, along with mentions of wearing a dress, and some pet names (Sweetheart, darling, baby, bunny), abusive relationship, reader is tested on in Hawkins lab, murder (?)

Italics means flashback.

Enjoy <33

"015." Y/N looks up from their chess game, "Oh! 018! Hello there, was there something you needed?" They smile warmly at their boyfriend, if you could even call him that. He was rude and aggressive towards them, often lashing out and using his powers to hurt them. They loved him all the same. That's all they ever wanted, love. Henry had read them a story before bed once, without papa knowing. It was a story about a prince and princess who fell madly in love with each other. Everything about it sounded so perfect. Everyday leading up to now their mind had been clouded with visions of princesses dancing with their true loves across large, echoey hallways.

"Can I talk to you..." 018 looks around at the other kids in the Rainbow Room. "In the hallway..?" Y/N nods and quickly jumps up from their seat, knocking over their opponents king with a wink.

Once in the hallway, 018 shoves them against a wall. "What were you doing?!" He glares at them. "I was playing chess with 007..." His grips tightens before letting go. "What did I tell you? No interacting with anyone that isn't a guard or Papa." Y/N frowns at him. "Come on 018..we're already well..here! I don't get to talk to many people to begin with..." 018 rolls his eyes. "Poor bunny..didn't want to have to do this." His glare melts into a smirk as he throws them against a wall. "Ah! 018! Quit it!" Y/N's screams only encouraged him to throw them around more.

The next day Y/N was sitting on the floor in the rainbow room, their body was weak and they had multiple bumps on their head. Henry walks over and frowns at them, kneeling down. "015? You're covered in bruises. What happened?" Y/N glances across the room at 018 and he shoots them a glare. "Nothing..I fell off the bed this morning.." Henry looks at them and then at 018. "Right..." The doors swing open and Papa walks in.

"Children..line up." Papa smiles. A chorus of voices follow "Yes, papa." The line started moving down the hallway towards the first lesson of the day. Y/N's were fluttering open and closed, it was getting harder and harder to keep them open. The line finally arrives at the designated testing room and everyone lines up on the back wall. Y/N closes their eyes, prompting a yell from Papa "015?! Open your eyes! This is why you need to sleep during lights out children. 015. Come here." They shuffle over to him and he attaches a shock collar to their neck. "Maybe this will teach you." He cranks the power up fully and Y/N struggles for a few seconds before falling to the floor. They look up at Papa "stop..please.." They manage to choke out. After a few seconds their eyes flutter closed for the last time. Papa stares at them. "...015..?" He kneels down and checks their pulse. Nothing. He looks back up at everyone in line. "Go back to the rainbow room children. Lessons are cancelled today."

"SHIT WHERE IS IT?!" Eddie ran through the trailer. "Where's what, boy?" Wayne watches as he runs through the room about a million times. "Backpack!" Eddie yells back. Wayne sighs "You don't need it today...boy come sit down. 'Need to talk to you about something" Eddie sits across from his uncle at the small table, confused "what's up?" Wayne sighs and takes a puff of his cigarette. "Well..listen boy, money is tight. Its been tight. For a long time and you know this. Found a solution for our money problems." Eddie smiles. "You have? What is it?!" Wayne takes another long puff before putting out the cigarette. "The Cunningham family. Their daughter, Chrissy, just broke up with her boyfriend. We need money, her parents want her to get a husband. Put something nice on. Rehearsal is today. Wedding is tomorrow."

Eddie stares at his uncle in shock. "What?! You can't just-but-ive never even spoken to Chrissy Cunningham in my life!"

Wayne rolls his eyes. "Trust me boy, that's a good thing. Don't try to protest anymore, it'll get you nowhere. We're leaving in twenty minutes."

Wayne was many steps ahead of Eddie, talking to Mrs. And Ms. Cunningham. As Eddie walked through the huge front room something caught his eye. A grand piano in the middle of the room. The wood was shiny and clean. He waited for his uncle and the Cunningham's voices to fade into the next room. As soon as he heard a heavy door shut, Eddie slowly walked over and sat down, starting a solo he had learned for a Corroded Coffin song that never made it into an official set. He sighed as his fingers glided from key to key. "wow.." Eddie yelped in surprise and jumped up from the seat, finding himself face to face with Chrissy. "You play beautifully.." Eddie's face dusts over with a blush. "I'm sorry...Ms. Cunningham...?" Chrissy covers her mouth and giggles. "Please. We are to be married tomorrow. Call me Chrissy." Eddie nods "Right..chrissy.." Chrissy sighs and sits down at the piano. "My mother won't let me near the piano. It's improper for a young lady. Too passionate, she says." When Eddie doesn't say anything she continues. "You know...when I was younger I used to dream of my wedding day. I always hoped to find someone I was deeply in love with...someone to spend the rest of my life with." She giggles and looks up at Eddie. "Silly isn't it?" Eddie nervously sits down next to her. "Yes..silly..I mean! No! No not silly, not at all!" In his haste he knocks down a small vase sat on top of the piano, the single flower falling out. They both stand up, Chrissy picking up the flower and turning to Eddie, holding it in between the two of them with a smile. Suddenly the door opens with a loud crash. "What impropriety is this?! You two shouldn't be alone together!" Mrs. Cunningham yells, seething with rage. "Here it is, a minute before five and you're still not at the rehearsal!" She stomps back into the room she emerged from, the soon to be newlyweds trailing behind her.

“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way into darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.” The pastor exclaims the vows before glaring at Eddie. "Let's try it again.." Eddie nods quickly and holds up the candle. "With..this candle.." He leans forward to light the candle. He clicks his tongue and tries to light it again. "This candle.." Unlit. "This...candle..." Nothing. Wayne groans from the pews. He tries one more time and the candle finally lights. "Hehe..With this candle.." His breath puts out the flame. "Continue!" The pastor yells as the door bell rings. The footman opens the door to reveal a young man. The footman rushes over to the Cunningham's. "Jayden Williams sir." Mr. Cunningham looks up at him and the male slowly walks over. "I haven't a head for dates...apparently I am a day early for the ceremony." Mr. Cunningham blinks at him. "Is he from your side of the family?" Mr. Cunningham looks over at his wife. "I can't recall.." Mr. Cunningham shakes his head. "A seat for Jayden! Now!" Mrs. Cunningham yells. The footman brings a chair over and Jayden carefully sits down. All attention returns to the rehearsal. "Let's try it again, shall we Munson?" Eddie sighs. "Yes sir.." The pastor groans. "Right." Eddie blinks. "Right..oh right!" He tosses the candle to the other hand. "With this...uh.."

"Hand."

"With...this..hand..I will.."

"THREE STEPS! THREE! Do you not wish to be married, Munson?!"

"No, no!"

Chrissy gasps, "you don't?"

"No! No as in I do not...not wish to be married. As in I very much want to..OW!" The pastor hits him on the head with his staff.

"Focus! Have you even remembered..to bring the ring?!"

"T-the ring! Yes!" As soon as he removes the ring from his pocket, it flies out of his hand and bounces down the aisle. "Dropping the ring! This boy does not wish to be married!"

Eddie picks up the ring with a grin as Mrs. Cunningham wails in fear. He looks over and the candle he dropped had set her dress on fire. "Oh! Oh fuck!" He yells, he goes to help put out the fire but is pushed away by Mr. Cunningham. Jayden pours wine on the small flame and distinguishes it. Everyone goes quiet and stares at him. The pastor jumps in front of him. "Enough! This wedding can not take place until he is prepared! Young man..learn. Your. Vows." He points at Eddie with a glare, who nods vigorously.

Eddie had walked through the forest for who know how long, losing track of time in the leaves and bitter cold of winter. He found a small bridge someone had built many years ago and leans against it, looking over Lover's Lake.

He sighs and fidgets with the flower Chrissy had given to him earlier that day. "Oh Chrissy.. She must think I'm such a fool..this day could not get any worse." He sighs and continues his walk through the woods. "It really shouldn't be that difficult. It's just a few simple vows! With this hand, I will take your wine... Ugh..no." He walks deeper and deeper into the woods. "With this hand," he moves both hands up to his chest "I will cup your.." He looks down at his hands and sighs. "Oh..jesus, no."

"With..with this... With this uh..with this candle, I will... I will set your mother on fire.." He smacks his forehead and groans. He sits on a log and sighs. "It's no use.." He reaches into his pocket and take out the flower and ring. He sighs and stands up.

"With this hand, I will lift your sorrows! You're cup will never empty, for I will be your wine!" He runs over to a tree and takes a small branch into his hand. "Ah..Mrs. Cunningham! You look ravishing tonight! What's that Mr. Cunningham? You want me to call you dad? Well..if you insist!"

"With this candle, I will light your way through darkness! With this ring, I ask you..to be mine!" He slides the ring onto a random branch sticking out, breathing heavily and grinning. The ground vibrates, barely noticeable. Eddie turns around and notices a white ribbon. "That wasn't there just a minute ago..." he slowly walks over and unties it from the branch. The ground shakes again, harder this time. He quickly turns around. A skeleton hand shoots out of the ground and latches onto his leg, he yelps and pulls at his leg. He finally escapes and tumbles to the ground. Someone emerges from the ground next. He stares up at them in fear as they pushes back their veil. "I do..." They whispers. Eddie screams and gets up, starting to run through the forest. They follow him, scooping up their arm and pushing it back into place. Eddie runs quickly, pushing away any branches in his way until finally he makes it back to the bridge at Lover's Lake. He pants and leans over the bridge, finally losing them. He looks around, just making sure. But when he turns around to start the walk back to his trailer, they're standing there, mere inches away from his face. They slowly walk toward him, pushing him against the stone bridge.

"You may kiss the bride..."

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