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the-scarlet-typewriter · 5 years

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Calm

Julie sat up when she heard quiet music coming from the main part of her small house. A smile slowly spread across her face as she quietly walked into the kitchen, seeing the table and the chairs all pushed out of the way, Frank standing in the middle dressed in his usual casual wear.

"Well now, what is this?" Julie asked, a small laugh in her voice. Julie trotted up to him and pulled Frank into a hug. Frank's arms gently wrapping around her. Julie giggled a little when she felt Frank's fingers spider up her back, pressing her face into Frank's chest.

"What, am I not allowed to want to be gross and romantic? I just want to dance with my beautiful girlfriend," Frank said, his hands reaching around and grabbing Julie's hands, bringing them around so he could hold them. "Come on, we should dance and be gross. It's rare that we ever do something like this and I'm in a weird mood to do so."

Julie shook her head, pulling away and moving into a dancing position. Frank's hand on her lower back and her hand on Frank's shoulder.

Their movements were slow, but they remembered the steps. As an anniversary gift, Frank managed to scrounge up enough cash to get them a couple of dance lessons.

It was perfect, their life had been chaos for the last couple weeks and this was just what they needed. Gently, holding each other as they slowly danced around the dining room and living room. Frank quietly hummed to the music in the background.

This was everything Julie had ever wanted from their relationship. It had taken a while for Julie to truly overcome her fears and doubts about Frank's love for her. But now that they were settled down in this tiny house, just trying to put their past behind them and live semi-normal lives with each other.

As tired and crabby as Frank could get, he never snapped at him or got physical, plus, Julie always found a way to lift his mood. To Julie, everything was just as she ever wanted it to be. She was happy, Frank was happy, their world for the time was peaceful and just how it should be

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the-scarlet-typewriter · 5 years

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The Roof

"No way he's gonna fuckin' do it," Joey said, standing below the old chalet, looking up at the roof.

"Yes he will and that's why I have the medkit out because he's going to slip and fall and break something," Julie sighed, sitting down on a stump, putting her hand on her head as she waited. Beside her, Susie held her phone, either getting ready to call emergency services or record it.

Upon the roof, they saw two familiar bandaged hands appear and heave the body they're connected to up onto the slippery snow-covered top.

Frank exhaled, gripping onto the roof as he looked across to the other end. "I'm too fucking old for this shit…," he muttered, slowly inching his way closer, staying low to the roof. He took a deep breath and held it, pausing after a second, silently wishing he had worn his hiking boots instead of his shitty old converse to the chalet.

Frank tensed, grabbing onto the roof as a guest of wind blew into him from behind, pushing his blonde locks of hair out from their combed back position. When the wind settled, Frank combed the hair back the best he could before continuing to move along the roof. All he had to do was get to the other side and smack one of the smiley face stickers Joey had made onto a metal chimney that was over there and get down.

He felt like a baby giraffe, having slipped a couple of times but luckily catching himself fast enough before he slipped too far from the middle. Being a damn giant was not to his advantage for this shitty activity. Frank hissed a string of curses when a gust of wind hit him again while he was moving, causing his foot to slip.

Julie was standing again, death gripping the medkit to her chest as she got a little closer to the chalet just in case. Behind her, she could hear Joey's muffled shouts of encouragement, and Susie's yelps and gasps whenever Frank would slip.

Whatever possessed them to make their older friend pull such a stunt on a shitty day was no longer with Julie. She normally didn't worry so much when it came to Frank, but the last time one of them was on the roof, they ended up going to the hospital and getting stitches and two casts.

"Fuck!," Frank yelled as a piece of roofing came partially undone, causing him to slip from his posting and toward the ledge. His hands scrambling to grab onto something, just managing to the ledge of a skinny chimney, the edge cutting I to his cold numbed skin. Frank was really starting to rethink his life choices and he used all his strength to pull himself back up.

Julie was going to have a heart attack if that shit happened again. As much as she wanted to call it off, Frank was almost there, and there was no point to him going all the way back when there was another balcony on the closer and for him to drop onto. She looked to her side when she heard the snow crunching beside her, Joey now standing next to her, looking up at Frank as well.

Frank scurried as cautiously and as fast as he could without slipping to the other chimney, pulling the stocked out of his pocket and peeling it off his backing, slapping it onto the chimney, a splotch of blood staining part of the sticker. He released a shaky breath as he moved to the ledge and lowered himself into the old balcony.

When he finally got down the other three back on the ground he was met with a tight hug from Julie. Joey coming up from the side and smacking him on the back, laughing as he joined Julie in the hug. From his other side, he felt the gentle impact of Susie running into him to join the group hug.

"Dude, I don't know how we would have gotten you to the fucking hospital if you fell, you way like 200 pounds," Joey said, pulling away from Frank, a large toothy smile resting on his face.

"Haha, very funny, Joey. I know you three combined could definitely get me back to your car and to the hospital," Frank said, patting the top of younger man's head.

Susie giggled and held her phone up to Frank, displaying multiple pictures of him creeping along the roof, and he had to admit, they looked pretty damn good.

Julie stepped back and grabbed Frank's hands, looking at the new cuts on them, dragging him over to the stump and opening the medkit she had been holding, "You are so stupid and reckless! You could have gotten your dumbass killed," she huffed as she cleaned the cuts.

"Yeah, but I didn't, and besides, I told you I would do it, and I did, and I'm okay besides the few minor cuts that you're taking care of," he said, his lip ticking in amusement, "but it's nice to know that you were so worried about my safety, Jules,".

She paused and looked up at him, the small smug smile on his face. She shook her head, a small smile forming, "God, I hate you so much," she laughed, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss, behind them they could hear Joey making gagging noises while Susie wolf-whistled at the two, causing them to start laughing.

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd legion #dbd frank #dbd julie #dbd susie #dbd joey #Frank Morrison #short story

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the-scarlet-typewriter · 5 years

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Weak

Frank hated feeling weak. Not just physically weak, but emotionally as well. He was a goddamn adult, there was no reason he shouldn’t even have the strength to get himself out of bed. But at the moment, he found himself in such a position, curled up in his bed, a pillow tightly clutched to his chest and blankets wrapped around him. For his inability to sit still for long periods, Frank had been still for what felt like hours, feeling as if he was just floating lightly over his bed as he stared at the silenced video on his phone. He had told the rest of Legion that he was sick and not to come over, he didn’t want them to see him like this. It wasn’t even any side effects from his medications doing this to him, he just didn’t have any sort of strength to push himself up even, let alone get out of bed.

He tried again, wedging his arm between his side of his chest and the bed, barely even lifting himself before just setting himself down. He didn’t feel anything, no anger towards his inability to drag his ass out of bed, nothing. He couldn’t do anything but lay in one spot, staring at his phone in silence, watching the subtitles flick past.

It could have been hours he was laying in that singular spot in his bed. He may have gotten up to use the bathroom at one point, or to take his medication, but he couldn’t remember, everything was just a blur when he looked back on the other part of that day.

Frank blinked, awoken out of his fuzzy and numb thoughts. His face scrunched up as he lifted his head, hearing a frustrated sigh outside his room door. He stared at the door as it opened, revealing Julie. Her hands clutching a small container of what was presumably soup. The two silently met each other’s eye contact, Julie quickly looking over his current situation.

With almost a knowing sigh, Julie walked over to Frank’s bed, moving an empty can off his side table to open up the coaster underneath for the hot container. She watched as Frank slumped back down into his mattress, tucking himself back into his wrapping of blankets. Julie frowned and crawled up onto his bed, kicking her shoes off as she did. Gently, she sat by his head, pulling it into her lap, stroking his hair. The soup could wait a couple of minutes, Julie thought, deciding to take a few minutes to simply just sit with him.

It had taken some coaxing, but Julie had been able to help Frank sit up. It was a little concerning to see how silent and still he was, but she knew what it was like to be in that position. It made her heartache to think about how many times he covered this up with being sick or busy, not just telling them the truth.

Julie took her time with helping Frank get cleaned off, assisting him afterward with putting clean, comfortable clothes on, then guiding him back to his bed. She laid down with him, his head pressed against her chest, arms loosely wrapped around her.

She stroked his hair till she felt his body become relaxed and his breathing slow, her hands softly glided down his neck and down to his back, the tips of her fingers delicately tracing circles. She leaned down, kissing the top of his head, a silent “I love you” for her sleeping lover.

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