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warning: not proofread, perv!gyu in all his realness 🙂..

beomgyu as your best friend. someone who genuinely cares for you, someone who taught you how important it is to upkeep your platonic relationships because they are just as important and valuable as your romantic ones. there's just something about him that makes you guys almost inseparable, ever since meeting him at your freshman orientation. you guys just...clicked.

which is exactly why beomgyu thinks you're on the same page, or at least somewhat, when it comes to the supposed sexual tension he'd feel is there when things get weirdly intimate. he's tried it out, asking you jokingly if you guys should just fuck, it's not like he hasn't been upfront about how sexy he finds you, admitting it upfront the first day he met you--but maybe that was the issue, the joking nature of his voice, even when he's 100% serious. the exact reason why you laughed your ass off, saying "could you imagine?"

beomgyu would scoff lightly, an embarrassed smile as he plays with the drawstrings of his sweats before eventually laughing along, returning your energy with no fail.

because, hell fucking yeah he could.

it's a little embarrassing how fast things turn from platonic to a quick trip to the bathroom, biting down on his lips, sighing from pleasure, eyes shut closed just imagining how you'd look slipping off the new bodycon you were asking his opinion on. the guilt pooling in his chest is what ironically fuels his speed, frantically jerking off his dick, his eyes rolling back his head when he's close to cumming-- that was his signal to finally imagine your face just one more time, just one more time and he's trembling as he makes a mess into the toilet paper he crumbled in his hand.

whenever you'd spin around, doing those cute little fashion shows that you routinely do before leaving for a party, that was when he'd subconsciously take in every detail he could catch, your curves, the way the top would cup your breasts, god--your breasts. a lucky day is when he could see your nipples outlined through your dress.

its been a tortue for beomgyu, having to quickly pull your pillow laying on your bed, the one he was sitting on as he waited for you to come out your room's bathroom and show him the third outfit option, attempting to hide his boner laying it on top of his lap. but he's so dumb, he's dirty, so disgusting...would you find him disgusting?

what would you think of him if you knew he was bucking his hips ever so slightly, trying to be as discreet as possible, into the pillow the was only meant to hide the stupid erection of his. he can't help it, he can't. especially when the dress you come out wearing is the one he picked out for you a few weeks ago, the one you refused to buy when he took it off the clothing rack--it was a gem to him, but you said it was a little too skimpy, and he snapped out of it, god what was he thinking?

but here you were, the exact dress he recommended, on you. "what do you think?" you asked, examining yourself on your wall mirror. what did he think? he was currently fucking your pillow, going crazy, his hand gripping onto the softness-- he...thought a lot to say the least. but mostly how he definitely did not want you wearing this to yeonjun's party.

beomgyu hasn't ever been possessive of you--he never minded it when you dated people or hung out with other people more than him, but you couldn't wear this out. he can't let other men have this, the bright red complimenting your skin so fucking beautifully, shit, the intricate design of the cuts in all the right places--he just couldn't.

"i don't really like it..." he managed to say normally enough, that it wasn't weird.

you furrow your brows, turning to him, "you're the one who begged me to buy it though?"

"just think the other one was better," he tried to smile, but the ends of his lips were trembling, he couldn't stop ruining your pillow, even when your eyes were directly on him.

thankfully you didn't notice, your attention more on the dresses. "fuck...you're right...you're right! the green one was pretty fucking hot, right?" with a nod of his head, you quickly pick up the discard green dress on the floor, immediately in the bathroom again due to the restraint of time.

beomgyu as your perverted best friend, going back to his dorm after a long shift, opening his computer to relieve his stress and like any man in his early twenties, choosing porn as the tool to do exactly that. clicking on the genre he'd usually get himself off to, until his eyes find themselves staring into a thumbnail--a pov video. beomgyu was never really into this, not ever getting the hype. but it wouldn't hurt to watch one, just for a change of routine.

before he knew it, his eyes bored into his computer screen, on his ninth video of the pov shots. he only watched intently, before the next video autoplayed, the tenth one. he was about to call it a day, shutting off the tab but something caught his eye, halting his movement, slight sweat breaking out on his forehead--why was this girl remind him so much of you? the eyes, the mouth, fuck--right down to the expressions, she resembled you.

suddenly, he gets it. he gets the appeal, imagining the random porn actor behind the camera the girl was sucking off, to be him, it was him and you--and fuck, now he was shifting on his gaming chair uncomfortably, watching every movement of the girl, so engrossed, his brows closely knitted together, slightly chipping down on his nail as he observed.

he hadn't noticed his hand moving on its own, hesitantly going down his sweatpants, once again jerking off in his sweats, like a crazed sex addict, a sore loser, not even having to hide his whispers, quickly turning into whimpers, of your name slipping out his lips like a mantra, a chant, the more he got close, his breathing getting heavier, eyes never leaving his screen, feeling his dick twitch, and finally, one last silent scream of your name when he throws his head back on his chair, eyes still looking down at his screen, still watching, spurting cum all over the insides of his favorite sweatpants. he couldn't even last two minutes of the 12 minute long video.

he's definitely going to have to start collecting.

needless to say, after that day, his friends who often hung around his dorm knew to not ever touch that cursed gaming chair--everyone had a...slight hint of what he'd do on it.

or alternatively, where you'd visit his dorm like usual, choosing to plop yourself down on his comfortable desk chair, unaware of all the times he'd cum all over it--spinning on it mindlessly as you scrolled on your phone.

he comes back to his dorm after fetching the bucket of ice cream he promised to go quickly get for the movie marathon night after horrifyingly seeing that he was out-- coming back from a short trip to the nearest convenience store. "hey!" he shouts out, loud enough for you as he slips off his shoes, excited to start the movie marathon, "i got your favorite flavor, you have to thank me, it's the mint...one..." his words die down, mouth drying.

catching you on that chair. on that chair with your grey shorts, your bare skin touching it...it was unfortunate for beomgyu, that it took one simple thing to ruin his three day streak.

beomgyu who's been on his best friend mode pretty well, but now here he was, sitting straight up on his bed, laptop playing the movie eventually far down his lap to make space for his movement, silently jerking off under the shared blanket. you had dozed off after the third movie, your head comfortably on his shoulder, something so innocent.

but there he was, craning his neck shamefully, trying to get a look down your tank top, your cleavage sending his brain to overdrive, frantically going up and down his length, whimpering, trembling, so quietly, tears forming in his waterline both from the shaming of cumming so quickly--ruining the sheets you were literally sleeping in, and the overwhelming pleasure he had felt from the shame.

he was so so so disgusting, he knew it, he definitely knew it--but he couldn't help it, deciding to change his position a little, rubbing his dick back and forth on your thigh, so slowly as to not wake you up--his previous semen making a mess on your skin.

movie marathons, yeah, hes got to clear his schedule more often for them.

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a/n; omg this was originally something so short lol, i got carried away. anyways..perv bestfriend gyu agenda..phew...i need requests like this in my inbox, i begggg

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Oh my god they were roommates

barbie dolls:lily Evans x you

word: 2.4k ish

summary: your roommate lily had a hard day so you treated her right

warnings: lily has a tongue piercing, you're called Gay by narrator (me), you suck girl dick, lily is trans I said so I'm right you're wrong (/j), noodles mentioned, lily cums in your mouth and you slurp that shit up like a 7/11 slushie, I got sleepily can you tell when, lily uses the toilet while your brushing your teeth idk if that bothers you just check out after they stop banging, I think that it you really just give lily some head and pass out, lily is a ceramic teacher

You had first been a little worried moving in with some rando, but within minutes you lost most of your anxiety. The longer you spent with your lovely roommate, you learned more and more about her. You two quickly became less roommates and more roommate-friends. Her name was Lily Evans. She had fiery red hair, a beautiful laugh, perfect posture, and extremely kissable lips. In a perfectly roommate-y way, you were probably in love with her. She was so kind and so smart. You could go on and on but you were on a time crunch. Less daydreaming, more cooking.

Lily had some particularly pissy clients today. One almost threw a slap of clay at the wall, a couple broke up while she was trying to teach them how to throw a bowl on the pottery wheel, a group of teenage boys asked her if they could make bongs, and someone had the audacity to try to mansplain her own profession.

Lily had called you while she was eating her lunch, telling you everything. You nodded along, giving her all the support. She hung up after her lunch break, you quickly jumped up to your feet and started scittering around the apartment. You did her laundry, folding it gently, and placing it into her dresser. You vacuumed and swept, took out the trash, went out and bought all her snacks, organized them on her bed, and began making her favorite for dinner.

You jumped slightly at the sound of her keys, turning around with the box of pasta like a deer caught in headlights. Lily stared at you, holding onto the strap of her purse. She stared at you blankly, looking between the box and your face. You felt underdressed. Still in your pajamas, while Lily was in her put-together outfit, with a few clay splotches.

“Hi.” You whispered. She jerked her head.

“Hi?” Lily hung her keys in their place, muttering and keeping eye contact as she did. “What are you doing?” You shrugged, glancing back at the boiling pot of water and simmering pan of Alfredo sauce.

“Making your favorite dinner.” Lily jutted her bottom lip out at you.

“That’s sweet,” Lily whispered. She sniffed at the air before turning back to you. “Smells like Clorox?” You nodded.

“I cleaned. And did your laundry, among other things.” Lily stared at you awkwardly.

“Why? Is someone covering over?” You shook your head.

“You had a hard day. I wanted to make you feel better.” Lily whined at you, looking close to tears. She quickly pulled you into a tight hug, crushing the pasta box slightly. You huffed, patting Lily on her back. You heard her sniffle. You tilted your head slightly, gently pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I think I’m going to go cry in the shower now if you don’t mind,” Lily whispered, pulling back. You nodded. She left toward her room as you turned back to the pot, dumping the noodles in.

“Did you like buy all the snacks I like and drop them on my bed?” Lily asked. You glanced over your shoulder.

“yeah, I did do that.” Lily pressed her lips together. She nodded. Lily disappeared into her bedroom again. You continued making dinner. You glanced up at the sound of her slippers dragging across the floor. Lily had a new outfit and a towel in her arms, all wrapped up in her green robe. She stopped by the oven, placing a kiss on your cheek before leaving to the bathroom. You thought about how most friends didn’t kiss, cheek or otherwise.

You heard the water turn on, stirring the pot. You thought her lips on you more as you continued making dinner. You thought of them lower, on your neck. You thought of them on your shoulder as she pulled your shirt off. You thought them on your hip as she pulled the waistband of your pants down. You thought of them as she pulled your underwear down with her teeth. You thought her painted and chipped nails as she gently pulled your legs apart. You thought of her staring up at you as she kissed your inner thigh. You pulled the pot off the stove, taking it to the sink. You dumped it into the awaiting strainer.

You thought her hands gracing over your bare back with the sun shining through her curtains with small flowers embroidered on them. You thought of her holding onto your hand as you walked through the grocery store, trying to find what you needed to finish a last-minute baking project. You thought of her hands rubbing up to the back of your neck, down to your shoulder blades, and back again while you fell asleep on the couch. You thought of bringing her lunch at her studio. You thought of braiding her hair into her nighttime pigtails with her eyes struggling to stay open. You wanted more than just sex with her. You wanted more than just friendship with Lily.

The water turned off, just as you were plating dinner. You were setting down your two plates on the small round table across from each other. You set out two glasses of water in Lily’s favorite cups. Lily came out of the bathroom soon after that in her pretty pj set. You both ate dinner, debriefing about the day. Lily thanked you a million times. You were able to brighten her moods though, her laugh bouncing off the walls. Lily helped you set the plates in the dishwasher. You both moved into the bathroom, brushing your teeth in silence. Stood around a single sink dipping your heads down to spit like the drinking bird toys. You sat on the closed toilet lid, digging in the bottom drawer for Lily’s comb and detangling spray. You ignored whatever she was doing over the sink, focused on trying to find the matching hair tie to the one in your hand. It matched her pj set.

After you found both hair ties, you left to the couch. You sat down, setting out her comb and detangling spray to the side. Lily joined you soon after, sitting down on the floor in front of you. You gently sprayed all her hair, before combing through it. As you moved through the motions, splitting her hair, and braiding the two parts, Lily told you about the conversations she overheard at her work. Just as you finished the second braid, Lily turned around. She smiled at you.

“I switched out my tongue piercing, look.” Lily opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. In the middle of the pink was a pretty little green ball. You nodded. You wanted to run your tongue over hers.

“ ‘s cute.” She nodded.

“Right?”

“We should make out sloppy so I can play with it.” Lily stared at you, a small grin pricking at her lips.

“What?” You shrugged. Lily tilted her head.

“I was just joking. you know, platonic validation and all that.” Lily sat up, leaning against your thighs.

“Cause, you know, if you wanted to-“ She trailed off. Your breath caught. You would’ve exhaled but she would’ve heard the uneasiness.

“Well, I mean if you’re offering.” Lily nodded.

“Oh, I'm offering.” You glanced around the room, now sitting in the silence of two roommates who are most definitely gay for each other. Lily pulled herself up onto the couch next to you. Lily paused a moment, staring into your eyes. Lily asked if you were sure. You couldn’t want something more. You pressed your lips to hers. You were quickly heating up, her tongue slipping past your lips as you pulled her up onto the couch. Lily straddled your lap, holding on to the back of your neck. She nipped at your bottom lip. You ran your hands up her thighs, squeezing at them. Lily seemed to enjoy that, grinding down into your lap. You let out a breathy moan. She muttered your name. You pulled your head back, staring up at her.

“I'm not having couch sex with you, my room is like four steps away.” Lily pecked your lips before standing and sticking her hand out. You latched onto it following her as she led you to her bedroom.

“Four steps too far.” You whispered, not really wanting her to hear you. Lily looked back at you and rolled her eyes. You were shoved onto the bed in seconds, Lily straddling you again. You brought her lips back to yours. Lily pulled at the hem of your shirt, breaking your kiss. She dropped the shirt behind her. You gently pulled at the bottom of her pajama shirt. Lily smiled at you, raising her arms. You pulled the shirt over her head dropping it off the edge of the bed. You trailed your kisses down her neck, leaving behind a few marks on her clavicle. You pulled one of her nipples into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it as you pinched the other.

Lily whispered your name. You decided you wanted that sound to be engraved into your skull. You slipped your hands under the bottoms of her thighs. You flipped her over, her back hitting the mattress. You pulled yourself over her. Lily smiled up at you as you kissed down her stomach. You met her eyes as you dragged your tongue over the edge of her shorts. She nodded at you. You gently pulled her shorts down her legs before tossing them away. You returned to her stomach, kissing her underneath her bellybutton. When you pulled your face back, you could see her bulge through her thin cotton underwear. You lightly kissed it, feeling her hips jut upwards.

“hurry up with it, don’t tease me,” Lily whispered. You tsked, dipping your fingers into the band of her underwear and pulling.

“Isn’t that half the fun?” Lily quickly grabbed the nearest pillow. She swung her arm and smacked your shoulder. You pulled her underwear past her knees as she set the pillow back. She maneuvered her legs, helping you slip off her last layer. You flung the underwear somewhere over your shoulder as you leaned back down. You lightly blew air between her legs, seeing her stand up more. You gently pressed your lips to her tip, staring up at her. Lily groaned. You pulled her legs over your shoulders. You swiped your tongue over the bottom of her length before pulling her into your mouth fully. Lily moaned as you swirled around her tip. She dropped her hand to the back of your head. As you continued to bob your head, you slid one hand under her leg to massage her balls.

Lily pushed her head back against the mattress as you licked around her tip again. She squeezed her thighs tighter around your head. You moaned around her length. Lily muttered your name as she got closer. You pulled off her, kissing her tip. You dragged your tongue up the side of her dick before drawing her into your mouth again. You moved your head up and down faster, making her breath quicken. You kept your hand between her legs and your mouth on her cock as Lily got closer. She kept one hand on your head as the other trailed to her own nipple.

She tweaked it as she felt herself fastly approaching her climax. Lily jutted her hips up, pushing her length further into your mouth. Lily moaned your name under her breath as she came in your mouth. You swallowed, slowly pulling off her. You licked at her tip, catching the last bit of her cum, before swiping at the corners of your mouth with your thumb. You pressed your thumb into Lily’s mouth. She swirled her tongue around the pad before you pulled her into a kiss. Lily gripped your hips, pressing you against her. You stuck your tongue against hers, feeling her piercing. Lily moaned at the taste of herself. You fiddled at the piercing with the tip of your tongue. Lily pulled back, spit smeared around her mouth.

“Keep kissing me like that and we might have to go again.” You smiled and pecked her lips. You gathered her an outfit from her dresser. You soon after that pulled Lily into the shared bathroom. She used the toilet while you brushed your teeth. She changed into new pajamas before joining you at the sink. She started brushing her teeth as well. By the time you finished, you sat on the toilet lid, watching her. Lily was so beautiful, her moans sounded so beautiful too. As she was rinsing her mouth you felt a craving for something sweet.

“Ice cream is good aftercare right?” Lily spit out her water into the sink, looking over at you. She nodded.

“most definitely. And we could watch another episode of our show.” You excitedly nodded. Lily dropped her toothbrush into the holder.

“Roommates who also give head can cuddle on the couch, right?” you asked as Lily walked with you to the kitchen. She thought about it as she pulled out the ice cream and two bowls.

“Are we still roommates?” She whispered.

“my head game was so bad you're kicking me out?” Lily snorted as she scooped ice cream into the bowls.

“No I just mean, do you want us to be more?” You sighed. You shrugged.

“I think maybe that’s a question that I can decide in the morning when I’m thinking about something other than you.” Lily smiled sweetly at you, handing you your bowl. She gently kissed your lips.

“When are you not thinking of me?” You scoffed, walking behind her to the couch.

“Oh it's practically never, but it might be easier to make important decisions when your moans aren’t ringing my ears.” You whispered as took your first bite of ice cream.

“Are we on episode 7 or 8?” You rolled your eyes at her before informing her you were on episode 9. Eventually, you both finished your ice cream, setting it on the coffee table. You crawled into her arms, laying on top of her as she traced shapes on your back. You both fell asleep in the living room with your show on. In the morning you’d make hard important decisions, tonight you were just doting on Lily.

[thelovelymissbigbadwolf]

I went crazy and got this:

He felt hesitant for some reason. He knows Cloud hasn't been doing well, not since Tifa... He didn't want to even think about it.

As they stood in front of the Strife residence, Denzel put his hand outwards towards Marlene, who's hand was being held by the little "Sephiroth spawn" they've found.

"Maybe I should get in first... Just in case." He softly spoke as he looked at Marlene. "And... Maybe you wanna undo that braid or something..." He calmly said, to which Marlene immediately started undoing.

The little silver-haired boy looked over at Denzel, with it's bright green eyes. "Why can't we go in?"

He paused, grabbing the key that was on his pocket. "He... Might get overwhelmed if... Too many people go in at once."

The little boy tilted his head. "What's overwhelmed?"

"He meant that... He might get scared if too many people go in at once." Marlene said with her soft voice, her hair tied in a simple ponytail.

"Yeah. That." Denzel gestured as he unlocked the door and took a deep breath.

As he opened the door and closed it, the house was it's usual silence. So eerie, almost grimly. He took slow steps, his hand on his sword just in case, to which he was right as he defended a heavy sword attack. He's gotten used to it by now, Denzel slowly looked over the spiky haired blonde, who's now had a badly done beard and his hair grew out, tied in a ponytail like when he was a child. His bright eyes locked on Denzel in a frown.

"... Cloud?" Denzel called, to which Cloud tilted his head and let out a smile.

"Oh, Zack... I didn't notice it was you." The blonde said cheerfully, to which Denzel answered with a worried look and a half grin.

"No, no, Cloud... It's Denzel. Remember? Den-zel." He looked at the blonde hopeful that maybe, just maybe, this might be a conscious day for him.

Cloud stared at him for a long while, tilting his head back and forth, answering with a chuckle.

"Stop messing around. We don't know any Denzel." He smiled and gave a few light taps on Denzel's shoulder.

It wasn't the first time he's heard that. But it always hurt every single time he did heard. It felt hellish to see the man who took him in as a son to not recognize him at all.

"... Right..." He simply said, seemed like it was one of those unlucky days.

"Tifa will be out in a jiffy, she just went to use the toilet." He knocked on the bathroom door. "Tiff? We got company."

"N-no! Uh... Let her use the toilet in peace, man." Denzel quickly said, to which Cloud looked at him and chuckled.

"Yeah. Yeah... You're right, I shouldn't rush her." Cloud said, still smiling through and through. "Tea? I'd offer you one of those energy drinks you like, but, I haven't bought any."

"And you shouldn't even think of buying them. They're terrible for your heart." Denzel said with a light smile as he sat down by the countertop.

"Pfft. You drink them." He looked at Denzel with a smirk.

"I need to. Long travels are tiresome..."

"Ha. Long travels... You're a 1st, you shouldn't need to worry about tiresome. They give you fine tents and stuff, don't they?" He chuckled.

"... Still, training." He calmly said, though his hands rubbed against each other nervously.

"Speaking of which, how about a spar after tea?"

"Oh, uh... Maybe another time. I just came by for a bit, really. Before a... Long travel."

"Hmm... Where to? Modeoheim? Cosmo Canyon? Gongaga?"

"Nibelheim."

"Nibelheim? Oh, you can stay at my mother's! I'll give her a quick call!" He excitedly ran over to the wire cellphone, who's wire Denzel had carefully cut off a while ago. "Ma? Hey, it's Cloud! A friend of mine is going over, could he maybe stay at your place or something?" He started talking. Denzel knew. Knew there was no one on the other side of the line.

He let Cloud talk to the phone to his heart's content. Always cheerful and outgoing, he'd always hoped Cloud would be a bit more like that, but... Not like this. He looked over a picture of Tifa that hung from the wall, her soft smile really made Denzel miss her.

It's not like she passed away painfully. It just... Happened so suddenly. No one could've predicted. Specially not Cloud. He just woke up one night to find her looking at the picture album, and, after no response from her... She was already cold. No one really knows what happened or even why it happened in the first place. She seemed healthy, happy... Fate really is cruel sometimes.

"... Dad...?" Denzel softly called him, to which Cloud didn't answer and just kept on the phone.

A sigh of frustration left Denzel's lips. He didn't want to admit. He never wanted to admit what was so blatantly obvious.

"Wait, kid!" Marlene shouted to which Denzel turned his head and saw the little boy barging into the room and rushing to Denzel, he was trembling.

"O-outside! B-big monster!" The little boy cried while hugging Denzel's leg.

"W-what?" He looked at Marlene, who had rushed after the little boy.

"He... He saw a dog and it barked at him." She breathed out.

"Aerith?"

Marlene froze as she heard Cloud. She sighed and looked at him, with a bittersweet smile.

"H... Hey, Cloud..." She greeted him a bit awkwardly. "It's Marlene. Remember?" She hopefully asked, though, one look at Denzel and he shook his head, figuring today wasn't a conscious day.

"Hey, long time no see." He said with a smile. "You guys came over for dinner, right? I'll be starting right —" At that moment, Cloud looked over the little boy. His eyes fixed on his silver locks. "And... This is...?"

The little boy slowly looked at Cloud, scared upon first sight, of Cloud bright blue eyes fixed on him. Cloud was silent. In a way that even Denzel and Marlene were a bit uneasy. He'd always been the silent type, but... This time... It seemed different. Scarier. He took slow, heavy steps towards the little boy.

"Se..." He mumbled. "Sephi... Roth." Marlene jolted towards the boy, taking him in her arms.

"Cloud—" She tried to call him, but it was useless.

"Sephiroth." He scowled.

As his.hand reached his sword's hilt, Denzel had put himself in front of Marlene, his own sword in hands. Cloud had a dangerous grimace, one they have never seen before.

"Denzel." Cloud snapped at him. "Give me the kid. Now."

Denzel's face went pale, now of all times? Of every moment of peace and calm, he had gotten conscious now?

"N... No."

"Denzel, I'm serious."

"S-so am I."

"Do you have any idea who that is?"

"I... I do. He's just a kid—"

"He burned my village. Killed my mother. Gravely injured Tifa. Killed my friend. He tried to destroy the world. He tried to take EVERYTHING away from me and you PROTECT HIM?!"

"HE'S A KID! He's not Sephiroth, Cloud!"

"HE'S A SEPHIROTH SPAWN, DENZEL, FOR THE LAST TIME—"

"LISTEN TO ME, DAD! PLEASE!"

They both went silent, just staring at each other. Soon enough, the silence was broken by the little boy's cry. Clinging onto Marlene for dear life, she hugged him tenderly.

"He won't hurt us, he—"

"Both of you saw what he can do." Cloud scowled. "Marlene... If Denzel won't listen to me, then maybe you will." His eyes turned to Marlene, fixed in her. "Remember Aerith? The nice girl that helped you out of Seventh Heaven? The one who took you to Elmyra? Hm? The one you befriended?"

"Cloud, stop..." She cried out to no avail.

"That thing killed her." He pointed at the little boy. "I saw it with my own eyes, I felt her body go cold in my hands. Tifa cried over her—"

"Enough already." Denzel choked out. "I... I know what it looks like. But, he... He wouldn't hurt a fly. He got scared over a dog barking, for fuck's sake!"

"Language!" Marlene gave Denzel a slap to the back of his neck, making him grunt.

"You don't know the extent of what he can do." Cloud growled. "You don't know to what extent he'll go to make my life hell. I'll ask once more. Give. Me. The. Kid."

Denzel frowned, as response, he only stood there, in front of Marlene, he held his sword firmly, in the very fighting stance Cloud taught him.

"No." Denzel scowled. "I'm not letting you take him. What the hell do you plan to do with him? Kill him?"

Cloud was silent, his only response being to point his sword at Denzel. The boy took a deep breath.

"Marlene. Get him out of here." He calmly said.

"But—"

"Now. Get him out of here."

She was silent. Without as much as a look at Cloud, she started running towards the door, Cloud dashed towards her, but Denzel blocked his attempt at reaching her, to which Cloud responded by brandishing his sword at Denzel, who guarded it.

"I don't wanna hurt either you or Marlene."

"And I don't want you to hurt that kid."

Thus, they started fighting, all the while Marlene ran as fast as she could, as faraway as she could, to where? She wasn't sure. Her legs had a mind of their own. The little boy was being held by her, looking back at the Strife residence as the faraway sound of metal against metal filled his ears.

[frigginconfused]

A vent post/condensed list of my grievances regarding the state of my current place of living. Well, partially to vent and partially as a cathartic way to keep tabs.

Either way, there is no amount of commission I could do to improve this. I have lived here for maybe two months, and all of this was found out through experience and not actually looking for problems. To preface, I know the question. Why didn't you get a home inspection? Well, you see, had I been involved in the buying process I would have.

It was heated with open flame gas heaters

Undisclosed roaches

Stove top is rusted so bad there's a line on one side that's just missing (not entirely sure if the oven works actually)

Two windows lead nowhere

One window shattered

One window removed and replaced with ply board. There is a window ac unit caulked into it.

That window ac unit does not have a filter… only old dish towels stuffed into it…

Something also lives in that window ac unit.

water pours into the garage when it rains

It looked like a junkyard (we had to rent a dumpster and even that wasn't enough)

There's a blanket hung on the wall, it's hiding a giant spot… I don't know what the spot is.

the furnace is all sealed off, including the vents

the wiring is ALL fucked (and might also all be piggybacked)

there is a circuit breaker AND a fuse box

A single bad outlet may have taken out the power in 2/3 of the house

I don't think under the trailer is insulated at all… There is a fan that leads under it to move warm air down there, intended to keep the pipes from freezing.

The bathroom floor is not secured, and boards are popping up

There is no ventilation in the bathroom and the walls have pieces taken out

pretty sure one of the pieces is screwed in over where the ventilation used to be

there is a draft in the bathroom so bad, that on windy days it blows the bathroom cabinet under the sink open

the toilet is less than two inches away from the claw foot tub

why is there a claw foot tub in a trailer… the step up into it is too high for my mother and there is no grab bar for safety

There is at least one hole in the roof that I suspect an animal lives in

While writing this list I was informed it was indeed a bad outlet which has since been replaced, but also “It is replaced, but the wires are too short and not attached very good” so we cannot use

I also don't think they understand that this is an active fire hazard

I don't have a bedroom, I have a bed in the living room

There are three doors that lead outside. One is the front door. The other two are held closed with boards. (honorary mention the door that leads to the garage, who's handle came off in my hand)

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

My little sisters and I all live in the same apartment complex, but I've never been over to their unit because they've never invited me inside and whenever I had to pick them up or drop them off they'd tell me to meet them in the parking lot. This morning, I had to go over and help them deal with an overflowing toilet because maintenance is closed on the weekends (god forbid you have an emergency on 2½ out of 7 days). I got it fixed no problem, but I noticed something fundamentally different between the three of us.

Their apartment is the exact same model as mine, same layout, same 4 bedrooms, same kitchen, everything is the same, but theirs actually looks like a home. They and their roommates have decorated everything for Christmas. There's a tree and lights and stockings, and the kitchen counter is full of appliances and a knife block and a drying rack. They've rearranged the furniture and hung up paintings and have little knick knacks everywhere, it looks lived in and welcoming.

Mine is a cesspit hovel.

My building had a terrible roach infestation all year, so my roommate and I can't leave any dishes or appliances out in the open. The fridge is safe, but the cabinets and drawers were crawling with the bastards, so I had to keep all my food in baggies inside sealed tubs in my bedroom.

The living room is as barren as the day I moved in; it looks like an empty model apartment they'd show off to prospective renters. It's cold and gray (well, actually landlord beige), and I didn't realize why I hated it so much until just now.

Ever since college, I've lived out of boxes because I've been afraid to get situated anywhere; save for the few years I lived in my childhood bedroom at my parents' place, I've lived in a different place every year since 2014. I didn't bother unpacking because I knew I'd have to repack it all up at the end of the year anyway and move somewhere else, so I've never been able to make a space my own. My sisters move apartments every year, and they just deal with it; they don't mind packing and unpacking, that's just one of the things they gotta do, and their apartments are always so much cozier for it.

I've sprayed Raid all over the kitchen and swept out behind the fridge and stove and called pest control two or three times since I moved in in September, and come to think of it, I haven't seen any roaches in weeks. I think the infestation might have been dealt with, this afternoon my roommate has started moving his utensils into the kitchen, so I think I'm gonna unpack for real. I'm hesitant about food, but after a personal inspection I feel confident enougn to put all my pots and pans and plates in the cabinets.

If I'm wrong and the roaches come back with a vengeance, I'll clean everything and repack it back in my room, but for now I think I can finally start to relax. I'm gonna hang some posters in the living room, maybe put out some coffee table books, move the couch and chairs away from the wall. Once I get some money, I'll buy a bookshelf and put all my tapes and DVDs out there for easy access.

This is going to be nice. 2023 has been unrelentingly horrible from start to finish, but 2024 will be better.

[emotionalcadaver]

Part 2: Broken Pieces

Fandom: Dunkirk

Pairing: Shivering Soldier x OC

Summary: Henry struggles to adjust to life following his dischargement. 

Word Count: 1,442

Notes: Warnings for depictions of PTSD and references to past child death and a past suicide attempt. Henry Wilson is the name for the Shivering Soldier created by the lovely people over @henry-wilson.    

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He shot awake with a barely contained scream, legs tangling in the sweat-soaked bed sheets, body thrashing from side to side. There was a thunderstorm inside his mind; twisting winds and screaming and cold water and the roar of fighter engines descending from the sky and the rumble of bombs and above it all the little cry of a poor young boy as Henry’s hands shoved him to his death–

Shooting up out of the bed, Henry all but hurled himself into the tiny ensuite bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before he was vomiting violently, entire body heaving and shaking with it, hands clutching the toilet rim, choking and gagging.

When it was over he slumped back against the opposite wall, pushing weakly at the handle to flush the toilet. A quiet whimper rose from his throat, running a hand through his hair. It was getting long, the fringe falling almost completely into his eyes. But he could barely bring himself to venture outside to buy groceries, let alone go to the barber.

Maybe the next time his mother came to visit he could have her cut it for him.

Returning home had been far more painful than he’d expected. There was no relief, as he had hoped there would be. Instead there were the faces of people who had known him nearly his entire life, looking at him in a combination of surprise and fear. Probably wondering how the lively, if somewhat quirky boy they’d once known could have turned into this absolute shell of a human being, flinching and diving for cover at the smallest of sounds, jerking away from people’s touch, shrinking in on himself whenever someone spoke in a voice that was too loud.

Eventually, he just stopped going out unless he had to. It was better than having to see the disappointment and shock in their eyes. To have to live with the crushing expectations that he would eventually return to his old self; the Henry that they all knew before the war took him away and ripped him to pieces. 

But that Henry was dead. He’d drowned out there in the channel, pulled far below the ink black waves.

He’d thought about getting away; going somewhere where no one knew who he was. Start fresh. But he had no idea where he would go. And he knew that wherever he went, he was not going to be able to escape the roar of war that lived in his head. 

Wiping his mouth, he braced his hand against the wall to help heave himself up, legs still unsteady as he staggered to the sink, rinsing his mouth out and scooping some cool water onto the back of his neck, splashing it onto his face. He kept his eyes averted from his reflection in the mirror; not needing to see the gaunt, pale, hopeless face that he knew would greet him.

It was still dark out, but he knew better than to try to go back to sleep, instead heading to the kitchen. Reaching into one of the dozens upon dozens of pots with happy, green plants sprouting from them, he tested the feeling of the soil, frowning at the dryness and stooping to dig out the watering can he kept under the kitchen sink, filling it and carefully pouring a stream into the pot. Nodding to himself, he stroked one of the big green leaves tenderly.

Much as he tried not to, his eyes drifted away to the piece of paper still pinned to the bulletin board he had hung up on the kitchen wall. It was overflowing with receipts and little notes, but there was one piece of paper he had up there that always seemed to burn in his mind whenever he even thought of it.

Pulling it free from the pin holding it in place, he leaned against the counter with a sigh, fingers pinching at the worn out edges of the paper, just staring at the address scrawled in looping, faded letters.

He’d tried to throw it away far more times than he could count. But every time he couldn’t bring himself to. Don’t ask him why; he certainly didn’t have any idea.

Weymouth could be a place to start over. Begin again.

A mental image of George, looking down at him curiously, and then the memory of the sound his body had made when he fell–no, when Henry pushed him–exploded into his mind and made him nearly throw up again, the guilt building up in his throat painfully, hands trembling. Bottom lip quivering, he buried his head into one of his hands, shoulders shaking as he started to sob.

He was a murderer. A fucking murderer, he’d killed that child. He’d just been a sweet young boy, and Henry killed him.

There were people in Weymouth who knew George. There had to be. Family, friends. How could Henry go back to that place at all, let alone with the expectation of being accepted or welcomed in any way after what he had done?

And Daisy, sweet and bright with her beautiful hazel eyes and dimpled smile, deserved far better than the jagged, broken pieces of a man that he could offer her. 

Shortly after coming home, he’d taken a sharp pair of pruning shears to his wrists. But his mother had found him before it could all be over. He could still remember the look of barely hidden shame in her eyes as she looked down at him in the hospital bed. Just the memory alone was enough to make him want to curl in on himself in shame. Should have used a revolver, like the Duncan’s boy down the street had.

And yet he still could not bring himself to throw away the paper she’d given him with the address to the library that she worked at. Even though it had been too long. If he showed up now, she might have already moved on. Or rightfully be angry with him for taking so damn long. No, no. It would be better for her if he just left her alone. Let her find someone else who could give her a life that didn’t involve having to wake up every night to terrified screaming, or needing to leave public places because they were too loud. 

He crumpled the paper up into his palm, squeezing it tight, willing himself to be strong. To not be selfish. She deserves better than me.

It didn’t matter that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Or that the fleeting moments that they’d spent on that little boat had been some of the few flashes of peace and calm he’d felt since Dunkirk.   

She deserves better than me.

He was a mess. A failure of a soldier and now just as a person. His mind was blown to utter pieces out there on that battlefield. It was doubtful that he would ever be able to put it back together again.

But he would not burden her with that task. He would not put it on her to fix him.

He was pretty sure that he was unfixable, anyway.

She deserves better than me.

He told it to himself one last time, and let the paper fall into the trash can.

Heaving out a breath, he nodded to himself, once, and moved back to the sink to refill the watering can. But his heart was sinking, the disappointment and loss swirling in his chest. He imagined how she would be, with every passing day. Looking up hopefully each time the library doors opened, shoulders slumping in disappointment. The way that she would wander about the stacks of books, wondering what she’d done wrong to push him away.

Nothing, you did nothing wrong. It was me, all me.

Please just forget about me.

But, god, that hopeful look in her eyes when she’s held the paper out to him…

Slamming the watering can down and cursing in a way that would have made his mother cuff him around the head, he went back to the trash can and pulled from it the crumpled, worn paper, unfolding it to look at the faded words.

It wasn’t like it mattered if he threw it away or not. He’d spent so much time just staring at it that he knew the address like the back of his hand.

Sighing in heavy defeat, he pined the paper back up to the bulletin board. His mind screamed and thrashed with guilt and shame. But at the same time, a warm, quiet hopefulness bloomed in his chest, fingers tracing lightly over Daisy’s looped handwriting.

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[panickinganakin]

stepping stones to hell ch. 7 (ronance fic)

hello!! all previous chapters can be found here!

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Robin stood inside her bathroom, staring into the mirror trying to curl her hair. Though she was rather good with rollers, she wasn’t that great with a curling iron. She could never figure out how to not crease her hair with the clamp. Unfortunately for her, the rollers had been left in her bag on the tour bus.

She tried hard to not burn her hands. She pinched strands of her hair with the very tips of fingers. “Ah,” she shook her hand around as if air would cure the burn she managed to get on the side of her pinky. “Shit.” 

After her bedroom, the bathroom was her second favorite room in the house. Her and Gareth had painted it a dark forest green with shimmery gold trim. She had loved antique shopping so she spent almost two months searching for the perfect mirror. The one she had settled on was an oblong shape. The frame was metal wrapped ivy that was a tarnished gold color. She had hung so it was standing tall rather than wide. 

Steve had helped mount shelves on the wall behind her after they had used metallic spray paint to match the mirror's color. The finishing piece had been the canvas she had hung across from the toilet. It was a cartoon fox playing a guitar but his shirt said ‘Fuck the System’. She had scored that gem sitting against a dumpster in New York after a show. She could never guess why someone would have thrown it out but she felt lucky it was hers. 

She finally finished her hair then decided to add some eyeliner. For her outfit she had decided on a black skirt with her beloved Bowie shirt. 

Before walking out the door she had grabbed her bucket hat. It was a Jurassic Park hat and she had been waiting to wear it just for this occasion. Even if it was a gawky yellow and green to match the park’s vehicle, she didn’t mind. She had seen it in the window of a movie prop shop in California and knew she had to have it for her collection.

Luckily for Robin, finding Nancy’s house wasn’t that bad. She had only taken one wrong turn but realized it before she got lost. When she pulled up Nancy was outside sitting on her steps. She stood up quickly, grabbing her bag. 

She was wearing a floral mid length skirt but had paired it with a graphic t-shirt that said ‘I Heart My Pet T-Rex’. “Hey!” She said enthusiastically. 

“Nancy Wheeler, I am literally begging you to tell me where you got your shirt.” 

She clicked her seatbelt and let out a laugh, “I knew you’d enjoy it even though it doesn’t match the skirt.” 

“I especially love it for that reason.” She backed out of the driveway carefully, “So?” 

“Oh,” she sucked a breath in, “Don’t be mad, okay? I got it from a thrift store. For all we know it’s one of a kind.” 

“I guess I’ll have to rob you. I need it for my collection.” 

“What collection?” Though she wasn’t looking at her, Robin knew Nancy had raised an eyebrow when asking. 

“I have a silly shirt collection. Every stop of the tour where we have time to dick around I find a thrift store and buy the most ridiculous shirt I can find.” 

“No way,” she half snorted. “I would love to see it someday.”

“Because you have an interest or because you’re jealous and want to rob me?” 

“Excuse me?” she pretended to sound offended. 

Robin glanced at her, “Well if I show you where I live, who’s gonna stop you from breaking in when I’m on tour? Imagine the heartbreak I would feel coming home to find my ‘I shoved a hot dog in my ass in New York and all I got was this shirt’ t-shirt missing? Well, Nance let me just tell you, it would be worse than heartbreak. It would be, like, devastation.” 

She could see Nancy’s mouth crack into a grin but she also looked a bit shocked. “You’re joking. You don’t have a shirt that says that.” 

Robin shrugged, “Guess you’ve never been to New York.” 

“I have but I didn’t get a shirt when I did it.”

Robin couldn’t stop her mouth from dropping. She couldn’t believe Nancy Wheeler had a dirty sense of humor. They both laughed and Robin shook her head, “That was inappropriate.” 

She acted as if she were offended, “You started that and then set me up for the line. That’s on you.” They laughed again then Nancy pointed, “Oh! Take that road, it’s a shortcut.” 

Robin turned on her blinker, following her instructions. One thing Robin enjoyed most about the fall was the setting sooner. She loved early nights. “It’s a blood moon tomorrow,” Nancy said as if she had read Robin’s thoughts about the sky. 

“Oh shit. Really? That’s so cool, too bad I’ll be kicking ass on stage in Michigan.”

“I’ll take a picture for you.”

“Are you a photographer now too? Did you pick that up from Jonathan?” Robin didn’t mean to say it, it just sort of happened. But once it was out she realized she hadn’t asked about Jonathan. She knew the two of them had split up shortly before Robin had left Hawkins. The two had gone their separate ways but Robin didn’t really know what he was up to.

Nancy laughed which made Robin feel better about bringing him up. “Please. I just mean a little disposable camera. I could never work that thing like Jonathan does.”

“How is he by the way? If you don’t mind me asking… Unless you don’t want to talk about it of course.”

Robin could see Nancy look out the window but she started, “He’s good actually. I saw him last year when I was in California for an interview. We met up for coffee. He works for himself as a photographer but I think he wants to do movie promo. He said he had dabbled in it but it’s hard making a place for yourself in a city so big. Not that he couldn’t do it. Jon’s very talented. He just gets in his own way.” She paused for a moment then looked over. 

Robin glanced at her for a second not wanting to take her eyes off the road for too long. “Hopper and Joyce got married. El and Will are both in school for film. El picked up an interest in special effects and Will wants to do script writing. He’s always been so full of ideas. They actually go to school in Illinois. They all share an apartment here.” Nancy paused to think, “Dustin and Lucas are both going school for science. Lucas is going to Notre Dame with a full ride. Max is actually working in gaming. I’m trying to set something up with her soon.” 

This conversation had hit Robin in the gut. She forgot just how much she missed everyone. Even though she stayed busy most of the time she also had Steve which was like having a piece of her old life always with her. She never stopped to think about what all she truly left behind. “What about Erica?”

“She graduates in May. The last time I talked to Lucas he said she had a lot of schools looking at her. She basically has her pick.” 

Robin smiled at that. She would never forget meeting Erica and the danger that followed shortly after. She was always so smart and strong minded. She wasn’t surprised to hear she was doing well. She wasn’t surprised that all of them were doing good. They were an intelligent group of kids, even if they had been smart asses. “It’s crazy. Sometimes I never really slow down to think about how much time has passed. Sometimes when I wake up I still expect to be surrounded by posters of Star Wars and Madonna. Seventeen all over again. It takes me a moment to realize just how much has happened,” Robin stated.

“I think that’s part of the trauma. Like time passes by fast, that’s true. However I think after what we all went through… I mean we had no choice but to keep ourselves distracted. At first it was like living to forget everything but soon you sort of do. Sometimes, when I take a step back from everything, I feel seventeen again. I feel like I’m watching everyone around me suffer and I think about it all. But I blink and it’s like I’m back to work.” Nancy had grown quieter with every confession.

There were things Robin never spoke about out loud. It was exactly what Nancy had said. She had done so much to forget so bringing them makes them real again. “I know exactly what you mean. I still have nightmares sometimes.”

Nancy glanced over at Robin. They pulled into the parking lot of the movie theater. Neither one of them moved first. Robin knew what the upon request was. Once they exited the car they would resume as normal. The past would be the past again. “I do too,” Nancy confessed. 

They sat in silence for a few more moments before Robin pulled her door handle to put Nancy at ease. She noticed Nancy’s chest fall with relief before she too stepped out of the car. “Man, I haven’t been to a theater in ages,” she said, joining Robin in stride. 

The two walked toward the front of the building, “Me either! I can’t wait. Ugh. Movie theater popcorn means everything to me,” Robin said excitedly. 

“What do you miss most when you’re on the road?” Nancy asked as the two waited in line at the ticket window. 

“Hmm,” she tilted her head in thought. What did Robin miss the most? “Usually I would say my bed but I think I miss the overall normalcy of being home. Traveling and playing shows is so much fun. And even though the routine when you’re out on the road feels so chaotic there’s hardly any spontaneity. Like, wanting to go to the movies at the last minute? Nope. Deciding to stay in and cook cheap food and watch the Goonies? Nope. You miss being able to do normal things that would usually seem mundane.” 

Nancy looked as if she was thinking Robin’s words over carefully. “I think sometimes we have to make sacrifices to be happy. Because I mean, if we’re being honest, what do you think you’d be doing if not music? Were you wanting to go to college beforehand?”

Robin knew exactly what Nancy meant. She had thought about it before, many times. She had no idea what she would be doing if she weren’t playing in Corroded Coffin. “Uhm, I think I did? I mean, my parents wanted that for me. I don’t really know what I would have done. I didn’t know that back then either. I probably would have picked a major without much consideration just because I would have panicked about taking too long. Maybe I would have become a teacher. Can you picture me in a classroom?”

Nancy laughed softly while shaking her head, “No. Not really. Maybe like a summer camp counselor?” 

Robin scoffed, “What is that supposed to mean?”

She laughed again, “Well, I mean just mean, your bucket hat and previous cargo shorts. Not to mention your lame t-shirts. It’s all camp counselor vibes.”

Robin’s jaw dropped and she acted like she was offended. “You’re cruel.”

They stepped up to the ticket window and Robin paid for their tickets to the movie. As they stepped through the double doors Nancy tilted her head, “I’m only joking. I don’t know though. I think being a drummer suits you so well. It’s hard to imagine anything else but maybe something in art. Can you draw?”

“Nope, not even a stick figure.”

“Really? Shocking. You have such an artsy personality.” 

They stepped toward the concessions together where Nancy purchased a large popcorn and two sodas. “Oh, okay. I got it. You probably would have tried working in film right? Maybe behind the camera? Or set design? You love movies.”

“This is true,” Robin took the drink Nancy offered her. “I think working on film sets would be fun. A little hectic, but probably fun. What would you have done? Was there ever anything besides writing you thought about?”

They made their way into the room they had been directed towards. It was still dimly lit with only a handful of others scattered about. They made their way to the top, Nancy still thinking about her answer. “I don’t know. Writing is something I have been passionate about for as long as I can remember. I know my mom and I discussed the medical field once but I don’t think I would like being a nurse. Maybe I would own a bookstore somewhere. Just something comfy but something I would still enjoy.”

The lights went out completely and the screen in front of them came to life. They sat through the trailers, sharing the popcorn before the movie finally started. 

The two sat through the movie, sharing popcorn and looks of shock or amazement during the scenes that had blown them away. It had been everything Robin had hoped and more. During the scene where Ellie had restored power and the dino had jumped from behind her, Nancy had let out a gasp of horror before clutching Robin’s arm. “Holy shit!” she whispered, trying to laugh it off quietly only to lose her composure when Ellie had grabbed Mr.Arnold’s arm. 

The scene that had gotten Robin was the one with Tim and Lex in the kitchens with the velociraptors. 

As they made their way back to the car Nancy had let out a loud breath, “You know. I’m not exactly sure what I was expecting; however, I didn’t think it was gonna be that suspenseful! It was kind of scary!”

“Honestly it was so good. I definitely get all the talk! Thank you for coming with me!” She stepped toward the passenger side of the car to open the door for Nancy. Nancy slid in before Robin shut the door and got in the car herself. 

“I’m really glad you invited me! I don’t get out much aside from work. Usually I’m working at home too, though.”

“I wish I had known sooner you were living so close. Tour is going to be over in like three weeks so maybe we can hang out again?”

“I think that would be a great idea! Maybe we can make seeing movies together a normal thing for us!” 

“Ohhh, I would love that. Steve and Eddie? Terrible at sitting through a movie. Probably the worst movie date ever.” 

Nancy laughed, “I can see that.” 

Robin took the road that she had turned down on the drive to the theater. Nancy tapped the armrest between the two of them. It was completely dark now but luckily there was no lack of street light. “So, I’ll call you Tuesday?”

“Huh? Oh, the article. Yeah! I should have the first draft by then. I’m hoping the photos will be developed tomorrow when I get in. I’m excited to see what we have to work with.” 

Robin’s cheeks flushed at the thought of the photos. She looked good that day but that didn’t make her any nervous to see them herself. “Promise me if I look dumb you’ll throw them out and just do the story. No photos.” 

“What? No! You looked so fucking good! Don’t worry, Robin. This is gonna be so badass, I promise.”

Robin let out a sigh of relief, “I trust you.” She finally said. 

“Good, it’s literally my job.” 

There was a moment of comfortable silence before Robin pulled into Nancy’s driveway. “You can call me anytime, by the way. Not just on Tuesday. I get lonely here, it’s nice having friends.” 

“Ooh, that reminds me!” Robin fished around her center console, finding an old receipt and pen. She scribbled her number down and handed it to Robin. “Obviously you won’t be able to call me while I’m gone. But, when I’m back, call me when you’re free!” 

“Great,” Nancy smiled big, sliding the paper down into her bag. She reached for the door handle then paused, “How tired are you?” 

“I’m not?” Robin responded with a raised eyebrow. 

“Do you want to go to Painter’s Port?” She asked. When Robin gave her a questioning look she continued with an explanation. “Painter’s Port is a lake a few miles away. Not even really a port which is funny they call it that. It’s not even really a lake. It’s really a good sized pond. But, it’s usually pretty empty at night. It's a nice place to look at the stars.” 

Robin thought about it for a moment. She had to be up at five to leave for the bus but she could try to nap while they drove. It would be at least three weeks before she got to see Nancy again. Saying no would be silly and also make her a bad friend. “Will you drive? I don’t like driving at night and since you know where it is…?” Robin trailed off, shrugging her shoulders. 

Nancy’s face split into a smile and she nodded, “Of course! First, let me go grab a blanket and some wine!” 

Robin watched as Nancy bounced up her driveway and disappeared into her house. She scooted over into the passenger seat and smiled to herself. She really enjoyed Nancy’s company and it was obvious Nancy enjoyed hers. She wouldn’t have wanted to extend their time out together had she not, right? 

After a few short moments Nancy exited the house holding two bottles of wine and a blanket. She slid into the driver's seat, dropping the contents of her arms into Robin’s lap. “Ready?” She was smiling excitedly so Robin nodded at her with genuine happiness. “Let’s go,” she said before pulling out of her driveway. 

[moxie22]

Flu Season

Hi so! laptop didn't break! just some water damage nothing that can't be fixed! please enjoy my first Emeto fic! with my 2 OC's Archie Hart (21) and Valentina Whitlock (20) I'll put more info in a different post <3

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Archie hated the flu season, he was always the one who fell victim to this time of year. This season was no different. When he fell ill his mother or one of his sisters would help him. Though this time he was all alone, at this moment moving out was the worst idea he ever had.

He laid in bed tossing and turning, not being able to shake off the body aces, nor was he able to even think straight. His head hurt, his stomach hurt, he felt dizzy and tired. But most of all he felt nauseous. He felt overall awful. After listing down his symptoms in his head he took notice of the buzzing sound next to him. His phone was ringing, he grabbed it and squinted trying to adjust to the bright light “Valentina” was the name shining on his screen he picked up. 

“Hello?” he said, his voice slightly cracking,

“Ari, babe. Where are you? Are you even on campus?” she said sounding kind of annoyed but having a hint of concern in her voice

“i’m not on campus i’m at home not feeling well.” talking made his head hurt even more which made him groan into the phone.

“Not feeling well, what's wrong?” she said now sounding worried and concerned “Flu.” he responded now sitting up noticing the saliva rushing to his mouth, Val opened her mouth to say something before Archie cut her off “O-Okay Val, I Really got–UUrp– I-I gotta go” he hung up the phone and basically threw it on the bed running to the bathroom in a panic.

Once there he wasted no time dropping on his knees in front of the toilet. A wet blech escaped from his mouth, despite being violently ill Archie was now very embarrassed, why did he pick up the phone in the first place? Why did all his nausea have to hit him all at once? These thoughts made his stomach twist, a wet burp sent a thick wave of pale vomit to fall out of Archie's mouth.

He groaned then gaged into the toilet he hadn't eaten much that day, he forced down some eggs and juice and a granola bar but that was it. He then gagged again, sending another wave of vomit out of him. He rested against the wall behind him and sighed. After a while of blankly staring into the bath he decided to close his eyes.

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A loud banging at the door woke him up, he sat up straight still feeling the same as before, the loud banging continued and a familiar voice shouting his name. He stood up walking down the stairs. He walked to his front door. The muffled voice sounded familiar. He grabbed the door handle and twisted it open

“Archie are you okay!?” Val said basically running in then grabbing Archie’s face

“Val..!?” He said barely registering that his girlfriend was there in front of him. “Yea, Yea im okay..” He said obviously lying, Val took note of his messy hair, his flushed face and the eye bags under his eyes

“Yea not buying it c’mon” She grabbed his arm and pulled him up the stairs once there she got the strong scent of acid coming from the bathroom. “Jeez Archie..” was all she managed to mutter out, he looked down embarrassed. She led him to his bedroom and laid him down. As soon as she threw the covers over him she placed her palm on his head “God, Ari-hunny! Your burning up..” she said biting her lip Archie didn’t respond, instead he sat up placing an hand over his mouth

“Val- I-I think im gunna–hic–” he was cut off by his own sickly hiccup

“You’re going to be sick?” he nodded and by that point Val had already grabbed the trash can in his room and placed it on his lap, she leaned over and began to rub his back. He gagged into the trash can. His breathing was heavy and fast, “Ari, Breathe..it’s going to be okay..” she soothing rubbed circles on his back as he tried to respond between gags

“I-I’m sorry tha–UUrp– T-That you have to see this” Val cringed at the blech that came out of her boyfriend.

“No need to apologize..” Archie gagged again, sending pale liquid to fall out of his lips. Val didn’t move nor flinch; she continued on rubbing the boys back. After that, Archie continued to vomit into the trash can, It was like his stomach had enough. Once he was done he groaned, Val grabbed the almost full trashcan and set it aside she continued to rub his back until he laid back down.

“Are you feeling a little better?” Archie chuckled “ ‘Little better’ is an understatement ..” Val sighed and giggled “You're such a dumbass..” she smiled, and walked off. She returned with a cool rag and some water. Archie smiled wide. He was so lucky to have Val..

[theretirementstory]

Greetings from a wet Bar-sur-Aube where the temperature is 9c. We have had frost, mist, rain, sunshine and some days, temperatures of 14c, quite a wonderful week for me to do my walking.

It has been a very “strange” week, with three visits to the laboratoire…..no need to go into that now, baking again after quite a break, and taking the bull by the horns and contacting people for next phase of works “chez moi”.

I have also been “crowned” “coronated” call it what you will but the dentist has now implanted (well glued probably) my new crown, thank goodness. That has cost me an 💪 and a 🦵but means I can smile again (or is that grimace).

Anie rang and invited me for “Le gouter “, as I was expecting the plumber, I said I would let her know later in the day. I was invited for 17:00 but “Sods Law” the demonstration against pension reform was still in full flow which meant a snails pace in traffic movement. I eventually “abandoned” the car at the bottom of the town and “ran” (well tried to walk quickly) to her house at the top of the town. When I got to the top, yes you have guessed it, the traffic was moving normally. The “upside” was that I got my walk in for the day. We had lovely homemade apple tarts and (I suspect, bought) panattone.

Here is this weeks poetry excerpt, it is from “Winter-time” by Robert Louis Stevenson

“Black are my steps on silver sod;

Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;

And tree and house, and hill and lake,

Are frosted like a wedding cake.”

So the next phase of works is for a new toilet and washbasin. I had a quote from my plumber back in 2020, however, when I asked him at the end of last year about replacing the items he said “you buy the washbasin and I will fit it”. Now I have worn some hats in my time but “plumber” or “purchaser of sanitary ware” is not one of them. How on earth do I know if this, that or the other will work? I asked my neighbour for her plumbers phone number and I made an appointment for him to visit and prepare an estimate. When he came out he said it was not possible for a wall hung unit as it was just a stud wall! The pedestal had never been fitted to this basin and the guy wiggled and pushed it and got it in place. After he had gone, I went into the toilet and there was a terrible stench, it appears as if all the wiggling has caused a problem with the siphon so now when you wash your hands the water runs onto the floor. 🤔solved one problem created another! However, his estimate was €400 cheaper than the previous plumber (2 years ago) ok, so no new basin, but I will have new tap and siphon on existing one. Oh have you noticed I am now understanding more about sanitary ware. 😂

As it was the resumption of the knitting group this week, I had volunteered to make the cake. Now what was I going to concoct? I decided on a lemon and sultana cake, the previous ones I had made were delicious. Well I mixed it up using a hand mixer (an ounce less sugar than the recipe) and it really looked good in the tin, but when I cut into it on Friday it was quite dense and although I had used rather a lot of lemon the taste was quite bland, oh dear, not a good start I fear! It was lovely to be there with old and new friends. One of the new ladies was unable to attend this time but she had sent me a message wishing us all a good afternoon and saying she would see us next time. I am so happy in my new role as “Brown Owl” “Arkela” or should it just be “Big Knit”? I showed the little hats and bootees I had knitted, it was suggested that I may be able to donate them to be sent to Turkey or Syria following the earthquakes. I will check that out, in the meantime I have knitted another hat and one bootee, it is just something small and simple to knit.

Life is being life, I am afraid, giving us the up’s and the down’s. At times we feel that things could not get any worse and it is at times like that, that it is important to look for the light….. it maybe just a tiny pinprick at the moment but if you keep reaching it will become a lot brighter. Life’s course is never smooth, there are bumps along the way and sometimes it feels like you have a mountain to climb, it makes for a stronger person. To anyone who feels that there world is falling apart, take heart, it may be the world as you know it now, but there is another world out there waiting to be discovered. I am sure there are people who are feeling this way right now, not just those affected by war, earthquakes but by loss in one way or another.

There is also a lot buzzing around in my head. I am planning a little something for next week (more of that later). Plus we are hurtling towards spring when thoughts will return to my garden. In the meantime, I am taking each day as it comes, not looking too far into the future as in doing so we can miss out on a great deal of the present.

I wish you all a good week, until next week!

[qocsuing]

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[waste-lit]

100 Faces, Lucas

His hands were tired from gripping the wheel, the RV slowly drifting under its own weight. Pictures of smiling young people leaning on mountain bikes surrounded by trees and what appeared to be a trail that was traced after the footpaths left from deer moving across the woods to drink from streams and eat whatever grass they pleased, the printer paper corner of the photo pushed upon itself by the steady breeze coming in through the soap smeared windows hung on the walls. The pressure in his lower abdomen intensified. He had to pee. He scanned the side of the highway looking for signs promising a place to pull over. A local gas station just half a mile from the off ramp. A perfect place to let the RV settle while he used the internal toilet. Moving to his feet, his joints felt heavy as he left out a sigh, pushing against the corduroy of his driver side chair with his palms. His feet shuffled across the carpeted floor. His feet were long and pale, mostly thin except for a slight bunion on his right foot, the veins crawling down his ankles and down onto his feet snaking under thick patches of course dark blonde hairs. He was most comfortable when the pale creatures were tied away in their sneakers, old New Balance that peeled where the rubber sole met with the thin fabric walls. The wallpaper in the bathroom wasn't quite peeling but rather bubbling lightly up and somehow always slick with a moist layer of water droplets. Laughing filled the air outside the thin walls of the mobile living space, the currently still couch previously having been traveling at 65 mph ten minutes prior. Laughter mixed with the sound of clanking metal. Metal? The RV shook back and forth. Shit. Shit. He quickly grabbed for his zipper, pinching his left forefinger in the metal. That pain would register later at the police station as he clenched his complementary Keurig coffee, the Styrofoam cup wanting to give way and leak onto Lucas's navy blue cargo shorts, leaving dark spots splattered across his crotch; the young woman in a light green cardigan hidden behind a wooden desk, the name card revealing that she was indeed a receptionist, smiled as though she wished that she cared about the stolen bike but couldn't quite; the officer whose pants were fighting to cover the expansive mass of skin that circled the officers waist who slowly explain to Lucas that he might as well move on and buy a new bike considered the difficulties of such a small police force and such and such. The station behind him he shook his head, letting out a puff of air slip out from his pressed lips, saying Uncle to the world.

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[alneli]

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[saltwaterandstars]

My Nan, my Dad's mum, was poor all her life and when I was a kid she lived in a rented slum house in a city in the north of England. Eventually, the area she lived in was demolished ('slum clearance') and she was moved into a brand new council bungalow. It was the first time in her life she'd had a bath or an indoor toilet and to her it was like she'd moved into Buckingham Palace. Because she had so little money, she was given a small payment by the council to buy some cheap furniture for her new home, which she did. But when she was in the shop buying her first ever new furniture, she saw a print of Constable's The Hay Wain for sale and completely fell in love with it - she'd never seen anything so beautiful. So she bought it. But here's the thing - she didn't just buy one copy of it - she bought two. Two huge (five foot by four foot) poor quality prints of it, both framed in gilt-coloured plastic frames. And she hung them side-by-side on the same wall in her living room. The whole room was dominated by them, and if you stood in the right place you got a weird kind of stereoscopic effect. Everyone thought she was mad, but they made her inordinately happy and she'd spend time every day gazing at them. And if anyone came to visit, she'd really proudly show them her Hay Wains.

Anyway, me and my cousin went to the National Gallery in London yesterday and as we were wandering through one of the galleries we saw it - The Hay Wain - the original! We had no idea it was there so we just sort of came across it and both yelped Nan's Hay Wain - where's the other one?! We just kept hugging each other and laughing and remembering other things she'd done - it was fantastic. Of course, the National Gallery has only got one of them and it isn't in a plastic frame, so sucks to them, I guess.