"It's Not Your Fault"

Presents

750 word challenge. Basically the objective was to write a romantic ficlet in that many words. Since I have fluff cravings I did it more then once ><

Pairing warning: Joey Bartlett/Nora Holloway ; Joshua Shepherd/Scarlet Fitch ; Charlie Pendleton/Laura

Alternate Universe where all of them actually had the chance to grow up. All are teenagers. Warning: Cuteness, fluff, children from the game are portrayed as teenagers.


“What if we lived in a world where we didn’t die? I think we would have been happy. We would have been good together.” -Anna Star 2012

“Do you need something Joey? I’m reading.” The tall brunette cursed. He had been trying to sneak up on the bob-haired blonde but, somehow, she had caught him out again. Sighing, he crept out of the bushes, towards where the girl was reading on a lone log. “Yes... hello to you too Nora.” He said, brushing the leaves off his bag. “I’m just here to chill.” This was their favourite hangout place. It was the spot in the forest where the two of them (plus Josh and Scarlet) would hang out for hours and do whatever they wanted. “And do the homework you haven’t done?” That as well. He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. Joey wondered if Nora had psychic abilities. She seemed to know his every move.
 “Hehe... yeah... I was in the garden yesterday and I got distracted.” The brunette looked at her expectantly. “Could you help me? “Joey, you’re not going to learn anything if you don't do the work yourself.” She replied boredly, turning a page of her book. “Be quiet. This is a good part.” “Please Nora... you’re the only one who can tolerate Miss Mason’s work.” “Its not hard. Just stop procrastinating and put your head down” He grumbled, placing his bag down and walking over to the girl. With his giant shadow obscuring her sunlight, Nora finally looked up at the gigantic boy. “You’ve gotten taller again Joey? You’re gonna hit your head on the clouds at this rate.” He snickered. “Jealous? You’re short as ever.” As if to prove it, he suddenly plucked the worn-out book from her slim hands. “Hey! Give it back!” Joey examined the dirtied pages as Nora tried to reach for it. He didn’t like books (he wasn’t a good student and he hated the concept of chopping down trees to make them.) However, this was the only book he’d ever taken an interest in: Nora had shown him this a thousand times when they were kids. “Hey Nora... you’re reading Alice in Wonderland again?” Every page had a bend or a mark on it- signs not of neglect but overuse.” Nora nodded; as if she was expecting him to ask. “I can’t help it. It’s my favourite book and it gets more exciting every time. Is there a problem?” “Your gonna turn into a Mad Hatter at this rate.” She stared at him. “Then you’re going to turn us all into Wonderland characters and make us hold stupid tea parties.” Okay, even Joey had to admit that was a bit uncalled for. However, he didn’t expect a dark look to cross Nora’s face. “You’re a jerk.” “... Sorry.” That hurt him a lot. Apologetically, Joey Bartlett gave the youngest Holloway her crumbling book back. “I’m seriously sorry.”
 “Thank you. I forgive you.” She said stiffly as she sat back onto the log. “You should stop procrastinating. Get started.” “Fine...” Joey still felt bad. He pulled out his workbook, sat against Nora’s perch and began to work. They were there for a good twenty minutes, the only sounds passing between the two were pencil scribbles and page flicks. After deciding he was relatively useless in English, he looked up. Absent-mindedly, he noticed Nora’s bag was open and her textbooks in a used disarray. Nora loved books but was terribly untidy with them. He remembered the other reason why he came here. “Hey Nora?” “I’m not helping.” “No, it’s not that... I wanted to give you something.” He flicked through his brown satchel. Nora finally looked up and over to him as he pulled something out: a bouquet of lavender. “You mentioned you liked these. So, I started growing them.” “Huh?” Joey shoved the flowers into her arms. He then reached and took something out of his pocket. “Stop folding the corners of your books. Its harder copy your notes from them and it's annoying. This is easier” Confused, Nora took the laminated paper. It was a bookmark. There was a blue, pressed flower underneath its plastic as well as a crudely drawn caterpillar. “You made this?” She asked. “And grew the flower.” He shrugged. “I just thought... you know...” Nora said nothing for a moment. “You’re not so bad Joey.” She smiled at him as she put the flowers by her side. “So... will you help me now?” “No.” Joey smirked and continued his work.

Half a moment later, he felt Nora looking over his shoulder. “You’ve spelt these words wrong. Here... like this.”

“What do you think Scarlet?” She was only at his house to help him with some project he was working on. However, her mind still couldn’t process past the fact that she was now in his room, sitting on the lower bunk bed. Josh finished spreading out his photos. “They’re all great Josh. You’re doing really well as a photographer.” He smiled. “How come you want me to pick a few?” “Well... I have a bunch of photos I want to give to Mr. Townshend... but I’m having trouble picking which ones would be the best.” 
“For that competition? The one featured in the local paper?” “Yeah, that’s it. I can only submit three and I need to get them to him by Saturday. Could you help me pick the best ones? Your taste is better then mine.” Scarlet blushed. He was always complimenting her like the good friend he was; but that all it seemed... friendship.
 “Sure. I’ll be glad to help.” Josh grinned at her but she could barely look at him. No matter how many times she wanted to confess, she couldn’t find the courage. That didn’t mean she couldn’t talk to Josh though... she just... couldn’t say what she would have liked. She had accepted that a long time ago. Now she just had to focus on the task at hand. “This one seems good.” “That’s not bad...” “No. That looks horrible.” “Don’t choose that one! We could blackmail Joey!” The two laughed. At some point, Josh had taken out some of his older photos and the two squealed or chuckled at pictures. There were some photos of his parents; some of Alex and Elle; some of strangers and friends and even a few with her dad. The mood of the photos were a mix as well- silly ones, sad ones, odd ones... and all of them were beautiful.  The photos were mesmerizing and often distracted Scarlet. More then once her hand accidentally brushed against Josh’s; but before he could say anything, the girl would try to avoid a confrontation. Fortunately Josh let it slide and, despite the tension, they enjoyed the day. It was getting late when they had finally chosen: a picture of Toluca Lake; a rainbow in the sky; and a picture of Josh and Alex. Personally, Scarlet thought the last picture was the best. 
 “You’ve done really well with these. I hope you win.” Scarlet smiled. The boy looked happy with the choices. Scarlet was just happy when Josh smiled. “Thanks Scarlet! You’re so amazing.” Suddenly he gave her a hug. The reserved girl’s eyes widened and she became as red as her clothes. Thankfully her long, thick hair hid her face when they parted. “These are perfect. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
 “Ah! It’s no big deal. You would've figured something out.” He gave another joyful grin. “S- so... what are you going to do with the rest of these?” Scarlet asked. Josh pulled out a book. “I’m learning how to scrapbook. Alex helps me to put the photos in. Usually he’d be helping me now but I think I told him to leave us alone today.” He flipped open the colourful pages. “This looks amazing Josh!” Scarlet complimented as she looked down at the detailed book. “There must be something of everyone in here.” “Well... There’s not many of you...” Scarlet looked up. Did he sound disappointed? “I only have one solid shot of you. You haven’t let me take a picture of you since we were kids.” Scarlet remembered that. It wasn’t a fond memory because she had kicked him out soon after; for calling her dolls stupid. Now she would do anything to get Josh into her room... in the non-sexual way of course. “I’m not photogenic...” she mumbled, brushing that last thought away. “I know. It’s a pity. You’re beautiful.” Her head immediately snapped up and she stared at him incuriously. A few seconds later, Josh realised what he had said. He turned red as well. There was silence between them. “Josh?” “Scarlet?” He slid closer towards her. “Josh...” she tried to shyly look. down but Josh tilted her head up.

They leaned in closer. “You look nice.” He whispered. Scarlet closed her eyes. She could barely believe his soft lips pressed against hers. Then the door suddenly opened. 
“Hey Josh. I’m here to... Oh... Hi Scarlet.” Scarlet felt herself die from embarrassment as Alex stared at them. “Alex. Get out.”

“Charlie! I-idiot! You shouldn’t waste your money on unimportant things. Moron!” She wasn’t sure how she had gotten from trying to push Charlie in the lake to blushing insanely. The girl continued stammering and trying to shout insults, all while carefully holding a box in her hand. Standing across from her, the black-haired boy just smiled, watching the young girl’s face grow various shades of red. He gave a light chuckle, feeling more bold then ever. “Open it.” He said confidently but also softly, “I know you’ll like it.” The girl, instead, rebelliously looked away from it, instead staring at the hazel eyes of her mild-mannered boyfriend. He tilted his head in response. “You said you were broke. Where did you get this? You better not have stolen it!” He didn’t mind getting yelled at. He laughed. If it was possible, the other teenager grew even more red. “Have I ever stolen anything? Since when I ever done anything bad?” Charlie asked innocently, tilting his head again and grinning. The girl scowled as she hid her crimson face away from the young man, desperately trying to think of something that wasn’t as cheesy as ‘you stole my heart.’ “What about the time you stole that police car?” She finally asked weakly. Charlie laughed gently. “I didn’t. It was the Bogeyman.” The blonde gave him an aspirated look. “Yeah... but seriously, I didn’t steal it. It was Aunty Anne’s. Dad and I borrowed it and we upgraded her radio.” Her blue eyes bore into him. “...There was nothing illegal about that joyride. Come on, you know would have loved it if you were there.” “That’s not the point.” She crossed her arms, still holding onto the box. Her attempt to try be responsible was adorable. “It was still bad.”
 “I like bad things.” He moved over towards her, but the girl turned around, trying to act defiant. “I like you. I like you a lot Miss Sunderland.” “Mr. Pendleton ...You’re a dork. You’re the biggest dork I’ve ever met.” Charlie Pendleton smiled, taking his hands out of his jacket’s pockets and hugging the girl from behind.  “E-eh? Moron! Let go of me right now!” Charlie bowed his head, placing his forehead against the back of the skinny woman’s neck. The girl’s ponytail gently brushed against his face as he felt her struggling slow down. “Charlie...” “I’m sorry. I just want to cuddle my girlfriend.” The girl flushed again. Under the names and her attitude, Charlie knew she liked him. Maybe not as openly as he did, but enough for him to keep pursuing her. “You’re still a dork.” She muttered as his bear-hug tightened over her stomach. Her own hold on the wrapped box tightened. “Will you open it?” 
 “I’ll open it when I’m ready.” She mumbled, fingers fumbling against the neat bow. “... Moron. This isn’t another kite again, is it?” Charlie chuckled against her back, causing pleasant vibrations up her spine. She tensed up a little. “Nope. Relax... it’s nothing you haven’t already got.” The lid of the present and the ribbon dropped to the floor. She picked up the small object inside. “Explain this to me; knives aren’t the most romantic thing you can give a girl.” She shivered again as Charlie laughed. He moved up her body, resting his head against her shoulder. With one hand firmly around the young woman, Charlie turned the blade over- showing the small engravings around the edges of the handle. “You like cats. You like pocket knives and I wanted to give you something useful. Mr. Grady taught me how to engrave the handle. It took me ages to do.” The girl looked closer at the item, seeing the neat kitten head and her name in the metal. “‘I love you’ across the border? Could you be much more of a sap?” “I can’t help it... Umm... do you like it? I can get you something else instead...” She shook her head and turned around. The short teenager stared up at him before giving him a hug. “It’s fine. It’s... perfect.”
  “Just don’t get it confiscated by your dad.” “James is an idiot. He won’t find it.” She paused. “... thank you.”  The widest smile crossed Charlie’s face. Against his chest, she could hear his heart beat faster. Charlie wrapped his arms around the blonde and held her. “You’re so cute Laura.” The teenager pulled Laura away and kissed her on the lips. “Cute? I’m not cute. Moron...”

Cavities from the sickening sweetness ><

Murphy/Henry incest fic

Done by request for a certain someone ;)

Warning: Alternate universe, teenagers, incest, fluffy. Fluffy... cheesy... FEEL THE FLUFF. Yaoi. Mentions of abuse and fluff.

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It was late at night when he finally walked into their shared bedroom. He would have slammed the door shut, if he didn’t know that the hinges would break, but instead closed it gently. As soon as the reassuring ‘click’ was heard, the seventeen year old locked the door from the inside. The only good thing about living in Silent Hill’s most rundown apartment was that it was close to a locksmith. Along with his brother, he would walk down to the smith, as often as they could, and would ask if they could have some of the old locks. They had collected an impressive amount of bolts, clasps and latches over the years and had attached each and every one onto their frail door. When he had finished putting every lock in place, the security made the exit look like a foreboding, chained fortress. Just how they liked it. Despite the darkness, the tall man didn’t bother with the room lights: his quarters were already dimly illuminated by the lone streetlamp outside. The teenager carefully walked past his shared chest of drawers and the scrapbook-covered table towards the two pathetic-looking, single beds. He stared at the occupied bed, gazing at the unmoving body of his beloved. He slowly sat down, causing the old furniture to loudly creak as the extra weight was added. “Murphy?” Despite the lithe figure being still under the worn blanket, the brunette knew that his younger brother was awake. He never went to bed before midnight. Neither of them did. Murphy smiled gently, letting his hand stroke his brother’s dry face in confirmation. Upon contact, he felt his whole body light up and joy course through him. Murphy loved his brother. He loved him very much. It was getting to the point his affection was considered past brotherly. “Hey...” Murphy whispered, “you okay?” Of course, he never had time to question his feelings. He had to make sure his brother was alright. He always did. The figure under the blanket shuffled and sat up, revealing his thin, younger brother, Henry. Henry gave a sharp nod, sending his messy hair over his eyes and suddenly resembling a puppy. Murphy chuckled but the thin teen flicked his hair off his face and glared, unamused. The laughter died quickly and there was silence between the two. “He hit you again, didn’t he?’ His tone made it sound more like a statement then a question. While the tone was monotonous, his narrow face was drenched in worry and concern. It was very discomforting to his sibling, being used to seeing Henry’s default ‘poker face’, and Murphy was forced to look away from the scrutinizing gaze. He broke their routine today and Henry was anxious. Of course he was. He had every reason to be. It was the same everyday. After school, the two would usually go home via bus, hurry up the stairs to their apartment and do their chores: Murphy cleaning up the usual drunken mess and Henry cooking dinner. Then they would head straight to their room and hide behind their locked door. Until the next day, they would remain in there and occupy themselves with homework and idle chatter. All because they didn’t want to see their father. Murphy hated the routine. He hated it almost as much as he hated his father: a pathetic, drunken-mess of a man who had enough strength in his punches to kill an ox and a liver stronger then that. It sickened him to no end that both he and Henry had to cower in fear from him everyday, despite they were both nearing adulthood. For ten years, the Pendleton brothers had lived like frightened rats. Murphy had hated every minute of it. The nightmare began when their mother died- after a horrible car accident. He couldn’t remember much before her death, but he knew that he had felt happy before then. They all did. When she so abruptly left, their father broke. He soon fell into depression and turned to excessive binge-drinking. The drinking got him fired from his respectable job and forced their small family to move to the once-prosperous dump known as Silent Hill- where he now worked, for minimum-wage, in a factory. His drinking only got worse then. His depression then turned to sick aggression and he began taking it out on the boys. He blamed them for their sweet mother’s death because she had been speeding to pick up her sons from school. He would yell how it was their fault, and how he wished they were never born, before punching Murphy in the face or throwing something at Henry. Mostly, he would pick on Henry. Both of them had considered trying to get away from this awful place. None of the police or child care services gave a damn about what was happening in Silent Hill (they had given up on crime there- Silent Hill was the slime at the bottom of the barrel) so Murphy had tried, two years ago, getting a part-time job to rustle up some money. Just enough money to get them both away from that terrible man. The plan didn’t end well. When he had arrived home from his first day at work, he found that his father had come home early and, the then thirteen-year old, Henry crying in a corner; glass shards (from his father’s beer bottle) lodged into his arms. Henry was the more reserved and sensitive of the two. He was very awkward and extremely shy; possessing ‘doormat tendencies’ their father loved to exploit. While Murphy wasn’t beyond ramming his fist into his father’s beer belly; Henry took the abuse given. It was like he had an aura that asked people to bully him. It was around him at school too. Bullies picked on Henry all the time; so Murphy had to protect him there too. Henry wasn’t completely dependent on Murphy but the older boy took it upon himself to be his shield. It had always been this way. “Did dad hit you again?” Henry’s light, unintentionally-calming voice pulled Murphy out of his tired, zoned state. Slowly, the youth placed his hand on Murphy’s shoulder forcing the emotional man to look at his straight face. “Tell me Murphy... did dad hit you?” “He didn’t hit me.” The young man hated the concerned look the other brunette was giving. He was looking at what a mess he was: Angry red marks and bruises... along with one lone scar on his prominent cheekbone. Henry was always looking so concerned and sad.



“Don’t lie to me.” He said stiffly. Murphy felt his empty stomach churn at the words of distrust. “I never lie to you.” Sometimes he kept things from the fifteen year old, like his feelings, but he never outright lied. Henry usually could spot the deception immediately. “... He didn’t hit me. He came with a knife.” “What?” Henry’s voice was dramatically softer in disbelief. He was unable to speak. He didn’t have to. Knowing him so well, Murphy could read most of his brother’s thoughts off his face and body: and he cringed when he realised the scale of panic Henry was in. If Henry was anything like him, he would’ve yelled: “Why? What did you do? Why were you so late? You missed the bus! I was worried sick!” He reached out to comfort his brother but the youth shook his hand away and stared at his body. Murphy sighed. He didn’t want Henry to be upset like this. “I’m sorry for worrying you. I got detention at school.”  “For what?” The expression flickered off his face, replacing itself with mournful curiosity. “Sullivan, Sewell and Napier were bullying you at lunch, right?” The brunette nodded, unsure where he was going with this. “Well... after Eileen took you away, I... kinda got into a fight with them.” Henry’s eyes widened again. “What the hell? Are you crazy?” Again he saw his brother’s panicked traits. He resisted the urge to bring his brother into a hug and reassure him with empty words.  “I had Anne for back up.” Henry looked up at the mention of Murphy’s best friend. “She has one, mean roundhouse kick on her. Took Sewell down in two hits and gave him a bloody nose. I tried to do the same with Sullivan but that didn’t work as well. I fell over.” That released the tension out of Henry. It was as close as Murphy was going to get to a smile or a laugh. “Are you crazy?” Murphy gave him a simple smirk. Was he crazy? No... generally Murphy was just inattentive in class, suspicious of everything and he kept to himself. He was normal as you could be, given his circumstances. But was he crazy for Henry? ...Yes. Yes, he was. “Maybe I am...” “Okay. I can accept that...” Murphy heard his tone and knew it was time to cut the weak jokes. “... Continue please.” “Well... what’s there to say?” He shrugged. “Mr. Coleridge stopped the fight and he sent the five of us to the principal’s office. For some reason, bloody principal what’s-his-face didn’t believe me when I said I was fighting for you.” Murphy noticed his brother fidgeting- something he would do when he was embarrassed or caught off guard. Silence continued to linger around them. “Well... since it’s Friday, we had to stay in school until seven and do shit I barely even remember and... well... then they called up our ‘charming father’.” “And then he got mad.” Henry cringed. “And then he got mad.” Murphy repeated with a sigh, thankful that his younger brother didn’t ask about the car ride home and remained oblivious to his painful ‘detour’ to a parking lot. He didn’t doubt that Henry had heard their fighting when they returned. Murphy suddenly wondered how long had Henry been waiting for him to come up. Henry’s body was tense, practically screaming that’d he’d been worried sick. He hadn’t he seen his brother’s face like this- so emotional- in a long time. Murphy slowly placed his larger hands over his beloved sibling’s. “Don’t worry Henry. I’m fine.” “No, you’re not. Have you seen yourself in the mirror Murphy?" If he was being yelled at, Murphy probably would have found it easier to cope. This was just Henry talking to him in his tender but disappointed voice. Murphy felt his gut flip. The man shamefully looked away again, trying not to look into the troubled green eyes. He knew exactly how he looked but he didn’t want Henry to worry: he wanted him to feel as safe as he could in this hell hole. Murphy had to be strong for the both of them. Like how he always was. Suddenly, the young man felt a palm on his face. The hand cupped under Murphy’s chin turned his head back towards his dearest brother. A faint blush began to spread over Murphy’s cheeks as his blue-grey eyes met Henry’s green-amber ones. Under the faint, gold-ish light, the two brothers just stared intimately at each other. Henry opened his captivating lips, to say something, but he quickly closed it. The action made Murphy realise how badly he wanted to fuck morals and kiss him right there. Their faces were so close and their lips were almost touching. He just needed to lean slightly over... He didn’t. “Henry... I’m fine...” Murphy said finally. While his face moved away, his hands slid up to affectionately hug him and close the small gap between their bodies. Henry then grabbed his wrists, tears starting to crawl out of his eyes. “No... You’re not Murphy...” The pain laced on his face showed that he wanted to yell. “You never are. You’ve been hurt again and stop trying to pretend it doesn’t hurt.” His voice was wavering as he fought back his tears. Murphy just sat there as Henry’s grip tightened. “Please... please just stop taking hits for me. I’m old enough, now, to take care of myself...” Murphy pried his hand out of the younger one’s hold. His thumb brushed the stray, salty drops off his brother’s face. Henry didn’t fight him. “Do you know how much it hurts when I see you bleed? When I see you in pain? When I know it’s because of me? Why do you do it?” His voice got fainter with every sentence. “I’m always making you unhappy...” “No you’re not.” “Then you enjoy getting hit? Why do you keep putting yourself into these situations?” Henry looked away. “...Please tell me.” “Because I’m your brother and... I love you. I will always protect you.” He said slowly, practically without thinking. Henry brought him into a hug, one that he eagerly returned. Murphy let the night take the noise as they held each other; soaking up every detail of the embrace. He could feel his brother’s heart beat through his chest; his body heat surge up and Henry’s breathing- slow, deep and nervous. “What else?” Henry asked suddenly. “Huh?” “What else?” He insisted. The older brother tried to part away but his sibling kept him from moving too far. Henry looked at him. “What do you mean?” Murphy asked as he looked down, not daring to directly meet the younger man’s eyes. Another burst of silence followed. Then Murphy suddenly felt Henry’s sweet, forbidden lips against his own. He could hardly believe his utterly adorable brother was making out with him. Murphy just froze as the person behind the lips found he wasn’t resisting. Suddenly, the teenager flipped Murphy onto his back. Murphy’s surprised yell was broken by the second, more sensual kiss. Henry shook and pressed harder against his brother, slithering his tongue into the reluctantly-eager mouth. Murphy gave a small moan, writhing as Henry continued to kiss him. As much as Murphy wanted to continue their mouth warfare, he knew that this... this seemed wrong. Did he actually feel how he did? Or was Henry using him for comfort? Murphy placed his hands against Henry’s thin frame and tried to push him off... only for his hands to be slapped away. Henry changed his target, taking advantage of his brother’s shocked reaction to his aggressiveness, and began to nibble and lick his neck. Murphy bit back a moan as the warm saliva slicked onto his flesh. Henry’s sensuous hands ran up the older teen’s body, feeling the curl of Murphy’s muscles under him. “H-Henry! W-what are you doing?” Henry entwined their fingers and pushed himself up, straddling Murphy’s hips. “Come on! I mean g-gah!” Henry brought his face down to Murphy’s. Contrary to his actions, Henry didn’t look at all lustful. Instead it was a shy, adorable face that screamed ‘please fuck me.’ “I love you Murphy.” Murphy could feel his heart stop. “And... if you don’t love me back... it’s okay. Just... let me pleasure you for a while.” Murphy’s mouth was filled by Henry’s tongue before he could respond. The limber fingers snaked their way to the loose, green shirt; picking the buttons off as Henry’s mouth danced in and out of Murphy’s. The older brother moaned as Henry licked the bottom of his lip and began to suck it.  Murphy shivered as the night’s chill crept onto his torso. The aroused brunette on top of him ran his fingers down his scarred, chiseled chest; tickling him slightly before his sibling’s mouth moved yet again to his taunt nipples. At his touch, Murphy flushed a gleaming red. While this was literally his horniest fantasy come to life, he was still hesitant to respond. As much as his body was screaming for him to take control and fuck his brother senseless, Murphy kept restraint. Henry was fifteen. He wasn’t supposed to have his first sexual experience so early, especially with his brother... right? A surge of pleasure snapped Murphy out of his stupidly rational thoughts. He looked down to see Henry, looking uncharacteristically coy and downright sexy, licking his torso. His hands had already slipped down to his belt and had started prying it off. Murphy yelped and began to struggle a bit. He had to take care of his little brother- not be tempted by him and possibly traumatize him for the rest of his life. “You want me... don’t you bro?” He wasn’t talking dirty. Henry stated it like the fact it was. Here he was, almost screaming in complete ecstasy at the attention given, and Henry was just... being Henry. Murphy moaned, struggling to resist the feelings given by his precious brother. The younger man licked the nipple again, accidentally rubbing his chest against Murphy’s bulging pants as he slinked up. His body was screaming wildly now. He couldn’t... he had to resist all of his brother’s incubus-like temptation. And then something occurred to Murphy. Just because he didn’t want to ruin sex for both of them; didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge in a little taste. It was Henry’s turn to give the yell. Murphy wrapped his previously-idle hands around his waist and   flipped the two. The bed squealed as Murphy fluidly pressed his mouth against the similar shaped lips: rolling his tongue around and absorbing the taste of his forbidden fruit. Henry’s breathing quickly became ragged and harsh as Murphy kissed him more intensely. He closed his eyes and began to croon in the back of his throat, arousing Murphy further. Thick hands began to roll down Henry’s sides, stopping at the curve of his hip while the other teased the thin pajama pants. Underneath his hands, he felt Henry’s muscles shudder and tense, as if preparing itself for what was to come. “Murphy...” Instead, Murphy took the hands out of his pants and took off the younger teen’s pajama top, showing his ensemble of scars. Murphy knew his brother hated them- how he had to always see them and how they would never go away. He hated Murphy seeing the ugly mark too: the boy tried to take his shirt back but Murphy threw it to the other bed. He pecked Henry’s lips gently and the two looked at each other again. Slowly, Murphy moved down to his body. With a hard bite and grind, he started to make large hickeys over Henry’s scars. Henry moaned and shuddered as Murphy replaced the heinous marks with ones of his own. Abuse was concealed by love, comfort, affection and a hint of lust. It took most of his willpower to not go any further and the rest of it to not stop when he accidentally made Henry bleed. While raw and painful at first, Murphy’s emotions began to speak through the new red/purple marks forming on Henry’s body. The sky had started to glow red when Murphy finished sucking Henry’s fingers. Although both of them were both eager for the other’s bodies, Murphy backed away and embraced the younger boy into a hug. “Let’s stop here... okay?” He whispered. Henry panted heavily, glancing up in sexual frustration. “Henry... I know... it’s been hard on both of us but this isn’t the way to lose our virginity. Come on... when you find that special someone... do you really want to think of me?” “Yes.” Henry groaned, unintentionally grinding his body against his brother. “... Let’s stop here. Alright?” Even though he said it in the same way, Henry listened to him. The young man backed away and sat in the middle of the bed. He gave a slow, defeated nod. Without words, Henry shifted over and, taking his cue, Murphy slid under the covers into the single bed with him. Murphy tiredly cradled his brother, placing his face in the other’s soft hair. Henry cuddled against his body, just enjoying his brother’s closeness. They were content and now were beginning to cool down. Quiet descended and the two were suddenly still. They remained in the cuddling position for such a long time, Murphy thought his brother was sleeping. The sun was rising and Murphy knew he wasn’t going to sleep. The man reached out to touch his brother’s face stopping suddenly the smaller teenager spoke. “... You probably hate me. I’m sorry.”  “I don’t hate you.” He murmured back. “I just don’t think either of us are ready for this yet. I don’t want us to rush into something that we’re not sure about.” “So you hate me.” Henry repeated. “Henry... I love you.” He said firmly. Although his voice was level, his heart had started convulsing rapidly. “I’ve loved you from the time you were born... as a brother... and...” He died off. Henry’s breath got slightly louder. “...I’m not saying you don’t know how to feel... but you can’t confuse love with...” “Love with comfort. I know and I haven’t Murphy.” The younger man interrupted. Henry shifted in his arms. “And I know I have feelings for you... far beyond brotherly.” Shame laced his voice. “You’re always there, protecting me and I love you for that and more. You don’t just ‘make’ me feel better like Eileen or Alex. You are the reason I feel better. I feel better just having you around.” He trembled as Murphy tensed. “As long as I can remember, it’s always been you holding me and... and... I just can’t explain it. I only realised tonight... last night... how much you mean to me and how madly I’m in love with you.” His voice trailed off quickly, as if he wanted to saw more but was too embarrassed. Murphy stared down at Henry before hugging him closely. Henry whimpered in a child-like manner. “Please... don’t hate me...” “I don’t. I could never hate you.” Murphy kissed his brother on the forehead. “Do you know how long I’ve loved you like I should love someone else? Do you know how many hours I’ve spend wondering about how I should confess my feelings for you? I’ve loved you like this longer then I should. I wanted you so badly bro.” He squeezed him. “Do you want to know why I can fight? You fixed everything and made things right for me. Just by smiling you gave me the will for me to survive and a reason to fight. You never knew it, but you've done so much for me; just your presence gives me courage. You were always there to encourage me to do my best and the only one to give two damns.” Henry gasped as Murphy finished his sappy confession. “You are the only one that I love... The person who gave meaning to my life is you...” Henry stared up wildly at Murphy. Then, slowly, he kissed him again. “Do you... you mean that?” he asked, breaking the short-lived gesture. “Yes... every word.” Suddenly Henry gave a small yawn, causing Murphy to chuckle. He pulled the blanket a little higher. “Now I think it’s past both our bedtimes. Go get some sleep.” “But what about dad?” “Father can go fuck himself and make his own breakfast. I’ll make sure he won’t do anything while you rest.” Henry frowned slightly. Murphy gave a sigh before kissing his brother on the forehead again. “Goodnight Henry.” Slowly the teen’s eyes hesitantly closed. His worried face dissolved into tranquility as his brother moved closer to him. Murphy’s eyelids soon followed and they both relaxed into a peaceful sleep. “... Murphy... thank you... for loving me.” 

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It's fantastically horrible XP Thanks for reading this crack. XD

We tried to base it on personalities (and the fact Heather is the only one with boobs) Alex is Iron Man because, though his temper if of Steve's, he's the only one who shows 'magnificent bastard' qualities. Also Henry and Cap. America are totally awkward derps at times ^^.

Mary would be Loki.

I iz pretty

Scarlett Fitch, Silent Hill: Homecoming.

Eileen's Birthday

Henry had a few things to say to her. Notes: Henry's PoV BUT everything I've written is what Henry says out loud. You don't hear his thoughts.

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... No. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Just a little nervous. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her. .... Yeah, she is special. I’ve wanted to tell her for a long time but... well... you know what I mean, right? .... Yeah, here’s the stop. ... ... I will. Thanks for the ride Travis. I’ll see you in a few hours. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Where are you? I know you’re hiding here somewhere. Oh! There you are, I almost missed you. How are you Eileen? Are you keeping well? .... What? You didn’t believe me? I told you I’d remember. I’m here, aren’t I? Look... umm... I got you a gift. I know you said there was no need but... well I hope you like them. It is a special occasion after all. Yeah... I know you love flowers and these roses reminded me of you. This shade of red reminded me of your beautiful lips and the petals reminded me of your skin: so soft and pure. I know they’re not as nice as you are but it’s as close to as perfection as I could get. .... A-ah... Yeah. I’m sorry. That sounded really weird: don’t try to convince me otherwise. It’s kind of hard to articulate my thoughts into words like this. You were always so much better at expressing yourself, Eileen. You’re a much better person then I am in general. Everything about you is just... something else. Even now I’m just awestruck just talking to you. 
 ....... .... Umm.... you want me to talk more about myself? I can barely give you news. I’m guess doing fine. It’s Spring and there’s a lot to take photographs of. Wait, of course you know that. Spring is your favourite time of the year, isn't it? I’m going to the National Park later: maybe I’ll have some leftover photos to give to you. Most of them go to paying for that new apartment though... Uh.... wait! Never mind! I promise I’ll get you some beautiful shots Eileen! I’ll save some especially for you. It’s not a trouble at all! Really! .... So, what else is going on with me? Well, I won that photography competition again and, ah! I met up with Frank on Wednesday: he said he’ll try find you when he finishes work tomorrow, so look out for him, okay? .... For most part, my life has been pretty uneventful lately. I guess that’s all I have to say. .... Ummm... Did you know I still dream about you? We would always be in a nice place, walking hand in hand: You, with your bright, evergreen eyes sparking and me being... me. I don’t know what we would do but I always remember seeing you, looking like a perfect goddess as you always did. Even when you were injured you were pretty... ....Hey, Eileen. You know, I didn’t just come to talk to you about my dreams and my life. I’ve got some things I need to say. Happy Birthday Eileen. Thank you for being there for me whenever I was down. Hahaha... you’d think it’d be the other way around but, no. You were more support for me then you can imagine and I want you to know that. I feel like saying a speech for your birthday but... well, what can I say about you? You’re just... perfect. You’re so perfect that you’re unreal at times. You are always so friendly and willing to help everyone. You are kind, generous, caring and supportive and... well... I’ve never met someone as selfless, strong and amazing as you are. As you were. Oh God. Eileen, I’m sorry. I promised that I wouldn’t do this, but I have. I know, for the sake of both of us, I shouldn’t be doing this but I have to now. I lied earlier. I’m not okay. I have something I need to tell you. I- I- I love you. I love you Eileen Amy Galvin. Oh God, I love you so much. You told me in the Water Prison to... to never give up. You said you wanted to see me smile. You said you wanted to get through this together. I know I should n-not be on my knees, in front of you crying but- but it’s hard for me Eileen. They all said it'd bring some closure to say your name but they think its not my fault. T-They don’t know the truth. I’m sorry that I couldn’t kill Walter fast enough to save you. I’m so sorry Eileen. I’m so sorry. .... I’m so sorry... ... I never wanted anything so bad but I’d give anything just to have the chance of doing everything over. I'd give up all the world to see your angelic face staring back at me. I’d face Walter again if I could have you back. I... I just want to hold you Eileen and just show you how strongly I feel for you! I never told you to your face on how much I loved you and you completed me. I maybe a photographer, but you helped me capture the beauty in living, even in the face of hell. You gave me so much strength and you didn’t even know it. I know I've gotta live with the choices I made but... Eileen... just knowing you’re gone just hurts so much. I can barely live with myself knowing th-that I could have saved you.  ..... .... It hurts Eileen. I hope you’re waiting for me in heaven, Eileen. I can’t wait to see your beautiful face again. If anything, that would be my reward for enduring for so long. Don’t worry, I’m not taking my life but I’m just... tired, alright? I’m really tired now. Can I just rest against your headstone? Just until I stop crying. .... Thank you Eileen. I’m sorry Eileen. I love you Eileen.

It's funny cause it's true XD

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Scarlet enjoys eating spam... and cheeseburgers (/shot)

Anne Cunningham/Eileen Galvin

Silent Hill Downpour/Silent Hill 4: The room

Because SH needs more yuri and this ship is ridiculously cute.

((Scarlet apologises for OOC and she'll upload new asks when she gets them))

Hey it’s ace week and you’re local ace has something to say! I’ve been out as ace for 3 years now and it’s still a big part of my identity that I’m proud of so here’s a lil something for those who need it!