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*One Shot*

Joel and Sam run into each other while out on separate runs, and decide two is better than one and work together to get the most out of what each is scavenging for.

When they finally take a moment to catch their breath, Sam notices trouble brewing on the horizon. Joel isn’t too worried but with the strange storms Sam has experienced in the past he’s not taking any chances.

#death stranding #themechaneer #original character #Joel Forges #Sam Bridges #Lou Bridges #BeGiFi #gif

The time fall wasn’t letting up and Sam’s car wasn’t doing so well. There was only one place to go, thankfully there was a road beneath him still.

After a short hike Sam arrived, Lou strapped to his chest beneath his jacket. Joel opened the door, looked Sam up and down and without a word waved the two of them inside. He fanned out a blanket on the floor for Lou and motioned to a cot nearby that Sam could call his own.

They didn’t need to talk, what was there to say? Two tired,old souls who knew what was most important right now and conversation wasn’t one of them.

Lou clacked the plastic cups together happily as Sam lay on his side, watching her all the while. Joel sat opposite, tinkering with a part that had been giving him grief.

In a few hours the two of them would part ways again, with no more than a nod and a new set of wheels beneath them. Sam would call it an IOU. Joel knew he was good for it. There were more important things to consider, and they both knew where to find a vehicle again if needed.

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*One Shot* - For @themechaneer

As the clouds roll in black and the timefall begins to drop from the sky, Sam finds himself without shelter for he and Lou. But nearby just happens to be a mechanic, who was conveniently unaffiliated with Bridges.

Thankfully Joel is about when Sam makes his impromptu house call, squalling baby in tow. They make quiet conversation, exchange their “It’s been awhiles” and then the offer comes up.

Stay.

If it were him alone, Sam would brave the timefall and BT’s no problem, hoof it back to his temporary shelter without another thought. But he had Lou to think of. She was cold, she was hungry, and food was running out fast.

So a decision was gonna have to be made, one way or another.

#death stranding #original character #sam bridges #lou bridges #Joel Forges #BeGiFi #gif

"You think you're real cute dontcha." Joel @ whatever your lovely mind comes up with (edited from the CUTE prompts)

@themechaneer Here you go 💙

It wasn’t every day Joel got to babysit. Nonetheless, he was enjoying Skylar’s company. The little one that belonged to Higgs and Gene. While he pulled apart electronic bits and screwed in bolts to a new plate for a vehicle, he’d occasionally look over his shoulder to see the sleeping toddler on the couch in his space. Her hair was a wild mess filled with debris from playing outside, drool dripping down her mouth as her little foot would twitch every so often.

A small smile pulled at Joel’s lips, recalling how hyperactive Skylar had been earlier on, wanting to look at every little thing the shop had to offer. She asked a lot of questions, and Joel was more than happy to oblige. It was nice mentoring a kid in the work he did which was a rarity in of itself.

“If I could sleep that deep, I’d be in paradise.” Joel mused aloud, chuckling to himself as he shook his head and went back to work. He continued to press on with the project his recent client left for him, only to hear something fall twenty minutes later. He quickly bolted his head up from his working station, seeing Skylar had managed to crawl up onto a shelving unit and had been fiddling around with various tools and car parts.

Joel let out a sigh, smiling as he sat down his tools and got up, making his way over to her. As soon as his shadow engulfed her small form, Skylar let out a gasp, dropping a wrench as her small hands covered her mouth and she jumped down. Try as she might to appear bashful and ashamed, Joel could see through her act. Her hands poorly hid the big smile that was plastered on her mouth: proud of herself for sneaking about up until this point.

“Are you up to no good?” Joel asked playfully as Skylar shrugged and then pulled her hands away, giggling at him.

“Maybe a little bit. Who wants to know?” Skylar asked. Her tone bold and sassy for someone so small.

Already sounding like Higgs. Joel thought to himself as he rolled his eyes for a moment then crouched down to get on her level. He recalled his childhood, how he didn’t much care for adults looking down at him like he was puny.

“Well little miss, your mama and papa would kill me if anything bad happened to you here in the shop.” Joel honestly doubted it. Gene at one point even mentioned that if Skylar got into trouble, she needed to be a big girl and handle it on her own. He admired the indpendence Gene was trying to instill in her kid already. The world was a tough one, especially for children in this day and age.

“Mama said she’d probably kill papa before killing you so I don’t think you have to worry about anything.” Skylar laughed, her little voice echoing in the garage as Joel sighed and crossed his arms.

“You think you’re real cute dontcha. Trying to appease me so you don’t go on timeout for getting into things? You can’t be getting into the shelves by yourself, Skylar.”

Skylar bowed her head, now visibly upset with her actions.

“I’m sorry uncle Joel. I just really like the shiny things you have.” Skylar said as she looked up, her eyes watering as Joel scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his work station. She let out a laugh of surprise as he began gesturing at the equipment, letting her know the names.

“Do you think someday I can help you run the shop?” Skylar asked excitedly as Joel amusingly booped the side of her nose, causing Skylar to giggle.

“Let’s worry about you making it to age six first.”

“But I’m almost five!” Skylar protested, showing her fingers for emphasis.

“And with how many times you nearly got yourself killed according to your mama and papa, you’re very lucky you’ve made it to four.” Joel chuckled. “Do you want to watch me work on this engine?”

Skylar nodded rapidly as excitement brewed in her eyes, ignoring his previous remark as he sat her down and then pulled up a stool nearby. Skylar climbed onto it, scooting close to Joel as he began to work once more. He was going to miss her company when Gene and Higgs pick her up later.

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❤️ JoelxGene uwu it’s happening nonny

@themechaneer I just remember the icon represented a kiss so I’m gonna roll with it!

“Do you want to talk about it?” Gene asked, sighing as she took it upon herself to sit on the couch in the garage next to Joel. Despite the morose look in his eyes, Gene could tell Joel was seething. Everything about his body screamed he was angered. In hindsight, Gene knew it was best to not keep digging into the issue, but she cared too much about Joel to let him off the hook that easily. She wasn’t gonna let him run from his problems. Not this time.

“The UCA has done some crap that pissed me off, but using my brother--Kai, like they did for an advertisement to join the cause is just--” Joel clenched his fists, shutting his eyes tightly before opening them. Gene watched as Joel blinked away tears, her heart going out to him as she listened.

“Why can’t they let the dead rest? I know I’m trying to.” Joel said bitterly, his voice scratchy as he fought with himself to gain composure.

“If it makes you feel better, they used the deaths of my parents and the entire city of Middle Knot as one big political cause. It was never about forming connections and being there for each other in a crisis. It was all about getting certain folks that have an edge in this world more power. One man’s death is another man’s up and coming.” Gene said, furrowing her brows as she let out a deep breath. She herself was trying not to give into anger much like Joel had. It was proving somewhat difficult as Joel watched her skin tense up. He rests a hand on her shoulder, getting Gene to gaze at him.

“You get it,” Joel said sincerely as Gene laughed.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“You see through the bullshit most folks turn a blind eye to. That’s what I appreciate about you, Gene.”

Gene shrugged, not noticing that Joel’s hand hadn’t left yet.

“There’s other people that think like us. You’d be surprised.”

The corner of Joel’s lip turned into a soft smile while he shook his head. He murmured ‘bullshit’ under his breath. It was barely audible for Gene to pick up on, and before she could ask him to repeat, Gene froze as Joel’s lips gently collided onto hers.

Gene froze, her eyes widening before they fluttered shut. Her mouth moved along with Joel’s testing the waters. The texture of his lips was rough, but there was a calm in his actions that eased Gene into the motions. Her pulse skyrocketed though, letting out a breathy groan as Joel deepened the kiss. Both their hands caressed each others faces, leaning into the movements and getting lost in-breaths and sincere touches.

Abruptly, Joel stopped, pulling away as he let out a harsh breath. Gene tried to lean forward to continue only for Joel to gently tap on her cheek with his thumb to stop.

“What’s wrong?” Gene whispered.

“I don’t know if I did this for the right reason.” Joel murmured, keeping his eyes off of Gene as he looked down at his lap, letting a deep sigh roll from his lips.

Gene nodded, looking down as well. She debated with herself on the matter. The affection came out of nowhere, but then she couldn’t deny there had been tension between them both for a long time. One of Gene’s hands left Joel’s face, gently patting over his arm while he still held her.

“I’m glad you did it,” Gene muttered, smiling nervously as Joel let out a huffy laugh.

“You mean that?”

Gene nodded, looking up at Joel as his eyes returned to hers. “I’d be lying if I wasn’t curious. I was too much of a chicken shit to try anything. I didn’t think you liked me that way. C’mon,”

Gene wrapped her arms around Joel’s shoulders, using her weight to force him back into the couch as she crawled up onto his lap and smiled down at him. He returned her actions with a boyish grin, eyes roaming over her, excited at what she was gonna do next.

“Let’s do it again,” Gene said, her lips finding Joel’s as they smiled against each other, getting lost in the motions. Nothing else registered in their minds but each other.

JoelxGene 💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance (I guess they can have a "Harry and Hermione" kind of moment, dancing away their hurt and fears while the world is falling apart)

@themechaneer Tagging you, cause ya’ll be involved. Here you go nonny, I hope it’s to your liking! :D

Silence was a heavy thing, and much like the ocean, it was easy for one to drown under the waves. Both Gene and Joel were mentally finding it difficult to keep their head above water. The news had hit them hard to the point where neither could fully comprehend what it all meant. The end of the world didn’t hold a torch to the sorrow and loss they could feel brewing in their guts and minds. Joel lost his brother, and Gene lost her parents both in a single day of misfortune. The worst of it, neither of them could be there for their respective loved ones. Whatever remained now, was nothing but ash.

Gene had been sitting down near the entrance of the garage while Joel had been lying back on the couch. Each of them respectively trying to mourn in their own right and give each other space. It had been hours. And over time between silently crying and letting an occasional whimper escape, Joel didn’t feel like being alone anymore.

He got up and calmly approached Gene. His feet treading lightly to not startle her. When he got close enough, Gene didn’t acknowledge him unlike how she normally would. Whatever spark she carried was gone. Joel could make out her tears streaking across her cheeks while she pondered. He knew Gene was strained with her parents since she became a porter and joined BRISK Harpy. He couldn’t imagine what sort of anguish she was feeling right then and there.

Joel quietly extended his hand, Gene blinked a few times, rubbing away at the corner of her eyes before she hesitantly reached out. Joel pulled her up, leading her into the garage and near a space where a motorcycle was once being repaired. Timefall began to lightly tap over the roof of the building as Joel held Gene in his arms. They both embraced each other tightly, coming to grips with the reality of the situation: none of their loved ones were coming back. They had no one now.

As they lost themselves in mourning, Gene began to hear a faint rhythm being played by the raindrops outside. The soft melody that conjured in her mind began to play out in her body as she gently swayed with Joel. At first, taken aback, Joel found himself shuffling his feet in time with Gene’s movements. They broke into a slow dance, mouths also breaking into soft smiles as they got more into it. Sad chuckles escaped their throats as they complimented each other's movements, their bodies flowing together like a current in a stream. Occasional silliness would arise from their dance, Gene making faces at Joel or him blushing.

Much like the sadness in their hearts, they lost track of time. The pillars of their souls may have been gone, but they had each other. That was enough for now.

“I lied before.” JoelxSam (samuelungerbridges) I have so many headcanons in mind but I hella need to see this because of reasons qwq

@samuelungerbridges I hope I can deliver for you hon. Thanks for sending this to me, please enjoy :D! @themechaneer tagging you too cause your boy is involved.

“I lied before,” Joel piped up while he went about cleaning some of his tools from an earlier project. The statement drew in Sam’s attention as he quickly turned and let out a hum.

“I used to be a part of Bridges I. My brother and I were placed on security and maintenance. That’s how I--you know, got good at engineering and fixing stuff. Take your bike for example,” Joel gestured towards the beaten-up vehicle. Sam briefly looked at it as his expression turned remorseful.

“I learned a lot from being on the team. Anyway, shit happened and I quit. Then my brother upped and--perished. I cut all connections with Bridges after that.” Joel swallowed, feeling his throat constrict on that last part until he cleared himself. It still wasn’t easy, saying the words aloud about what happened to Kai, but it felt good getting it out nonetheless.

“Why didn’t you come clean before?” Sam asked. He was sympathetic to a degree, but given the circumstances, he was now wary and cautious around the mechaneer. Someone he had grown to trust.

Joel shrugged, letting out a puff of air. “I didn’t see the point.”

“That’s not good enough.” Sam countered.

“I know,” Joel nodded. “And I’m owning up to it now. I know what it’s like to have Bridges on your ass even after telling them to back off. You have my word they’ll never know you two were here at my residence.”

Sam shook his head, he cautiously glanced down at Lou who fell asleep in his arms a while ago. Her mouth slightly hung open as her foot kicked out. A small smile appeared on Sam’s face before he went neutral, trying to steady his nerves.

“How can I take your word now?” Sam asked.

Joel furrowed his brows and let out a sigh, shaking his head as he peered towards Sam’s gaze. His body language was firm, but his facial features calm, pleading like a kid wanting a second shot from their father.

“Cause I’m the best shot you have at getting the fuck out of here, out of the UCA.” Joel said as a matter of fact. “At the end of the day, you’re just a client like everyone else I deal with, Sam. I have nothing to gain from ratting you out to them.”

Sam forced himself to look in Joel’s direction. He eased up a little upon hearing those words. Though Sam was visibly upset, his gut told him Joel wasn’t blowing smoke up his ass. Still, there was something else that bugged him, but he chose not to address it for now. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t that important as much as Joel’s past was something of a curiosity to Sam.

“There anything you want in return?” Sam asked.

Joel merely huffed, letting out a laugh before he decided to get back to work repairing the legendary porter's bike.

“Yeah, don’t screw with any shit in my garage and we’ll call it even.”

Sam chuckled, watching as Joel went about things in his workshop. He let out a sigh, hoping his gut was right about him.

👕 JOEL HELPING GENE PLS uwu

@themechaneer Here you are💙

👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness .

“I’m telling you, you’re overreacting,” Gene said with a sigh, losing count of how many times she had to remind Joel her latest wound from her delivery run wasn’t a problem. Gene had been through a lot as a porter. She had fallen off cliffs, gotten into fights, killed MULEs when it came down to it. Some of her actions she wasn’t proud of, but it came with the work. Getting slashed across her upper chest, right below her breasts was a haphazard waiting to happen. The fault had been her own this time, a miscalculation on her part when trying to scale down a mountain edge with hooks versus what little rope she had.

“And I’m telling you, you’re not being careful enough so up at it.” Joel said and gestured for Gene to stand up from the couch in the garage.

Gene reluctantly did so, letting out an irritable puff of air while she shook her head then started stripping out of her porter uniform. The bloodstain on the front didn’t help validate her words. Once she was out of it and left in her tank and cargo pants, Gene stopped and looked up at Joel. She raised her brows at him, almost like a kid that didn’t take their parent's words to heart.

“The tank top comes off.” Joel said and crossed his arms, giving a small smile as he stood firmly in place.

Gene shook her head and scoffed. “Joel, it’s not bad. I can change when I get back to my quarters in BRISK Harpy.”

“The huge slash across your shirt, the stitches, and dried blood would suggest otherwise. It’s barely holding onto you. Now c’mon. I have an extra set you can have.”

“Since when did you become my parent?”

“Since I actually give a shit about you contrary to popular belief,” Joel said with a chuckle.

“All this time I thought you loved me for my credits.” Gene smirked, shaking her head in disbelief. Nonetheless, she was in no position to argue. Joel could be persistent much to her displeasure. Gene waved him off to go get the tank top. While Joel went over to his locker to pull it out for her, Gene started to lift the tank over her head. A series of curses left her mouth as pained groans made their way past her teeth.

“You alright?” Joel asked, still rummaging.

“Never better.” Gene said with a weak laugh.

Joel approached Gene shortly after, holding the new tank top tightly in his grip. He bit his bottom lip, seeing Gene was shuddering after she managed to pull the tattered tank off of her. There was a watery glaze in his eyes that didn’t go unnoticed by Gene as she raised a brow at him.

“Everything okay?” Gene asked.

Joel nodded, taking a step towards her. “I just don’t like seeing you hurt that’s all.”

“I’ll live. I always do.” Gene said with a wink, then stretched her hand out. “Hand it to me?”

Joel hesitated for a moment, almost ready to go along with Gene’s request but hearing how she had struggled and seen for himself how bad the wound was, he decided to take a different approach.

Joel calmly walked right up to Gene. Their bodies inches from each other as he carefully used his free hand to guide her arms up. Gene was evidently confused at first but then got the idea. A grimace crossed her face as Joel gently rolled up the tank and started to put it over her arms and head, sliding the material down with care. He made sure it didn’t make contact with her stitches. After all, was said and done, he made sure the straps were tucked on her correctly and smiled.

“Now I can rest a bit easy,” Joel said with a quiet laugh as Gene rolled her eyes.

“If I didn’t know better, you were trying to gawk at me.”

Joel shrugged, playfully grinning for a moment before he gazed over her eyes. “And if I was?”

Gene was going to say something but then felt her face heat up. She shook her head, nervously rubbing the back of her neck as they both chuckled. Joel then reached out a hand, gently clasping it over Gene’s left cheek and brought her attention onto him. They were silent for a time. Both of them taking in the other’s features until Gene sighed, blinking a few times as she stepped back.

“I gotta get going.”

Joel let out a breath and nodded.

“Right. I’ll see you on the next run?”

Gene nodded with a smile. “Of course. Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.”

Joel rolled his eyes as he grinned, heading back for his station to work on a project. No point in putting it off now that she was going to leave. “I’m pretty sure you took care of that for us both. See you around Genie.”

“Fuck you.” Gene laughed, slipping her porter uniform back on with haste along with her pack.