#then go back to work and get a phone call from a scary housing officer

[corrodedcoughin]

Just caught up with the last of us, somebody hold me

[vitaminkyeom]

telephone || k.mg

“NOW IT'S TIME FOR ME TO RETURN THE FAVOUR”

PAIRING || Mingyu x Female Reader

GENRES || Horror, 911 Operator!Mingyu, Romance

SUMMARY ||  Working the night shift as a 911 operator was hard as it is and the last thing Mingyu needed was those calls from his ex-girlfriend. Whom he had not seen in years. For obvious reasons of her being dead.

Or, in which, Mingyu kept getting calls from his ex girlfriend claiming that she had murdered him.

SERIES MASTERLIST || till death do us part

WARNINGS || inaccurate 911 stuff, description of murdered body, horror, mention of murder and ghost

WORD COUNT || 3k

A/N || If you recognise this story, no you don't. but anyways this was one of my most favourite works even though i'm not that great at writing horror so i'm really glad i'm starting off with this story for the series. i've tried my best to make it as scary as i could (sorry but im a pussy) so yeah any feedback would be really helpful!

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“911, please state your emergency.”

Static. He waited for a minute more but there still wasn’t any sound coming from the other side.

Mingyu sighed exasperatedly, sure that this was another prank call. Halloween night was looming close which also meant teenagers found it funny to call the operators up at night to scare them.

But he was used to this. Which was funny because Mingyu was the biggest scaredy cat in his group and could not even watch Scooby Doo without whimpering at least once. But he took his responsibilities very seriously and there was no way he was going to let his fear come in the middle of his work.

He was about to hang up the call when he heard a sound. Immediately he jerked back the phone to his ear and strained them to hear anything, but all he could hear was a buzzing sound.

“Hello? How can I help-”

“Help.”

He inhaled sharply, the woman’s raspy voice very clear in the empty office. Mingyu was the only one serving night shift in his floor currently, and the only thing accompanying him was the soft beeping on the seven screens in front of him and the buzzing of the fluorescent tube lights above him.

“Ma'am, are you in a position to tell me what is happening?”

His fingers flew across the keyboard, noting down the number first and then quickly texting the other department to find out the location of the call.

“Pl-please help. Make him stop.” The woman whispered,  her ragged breath harsh against his ears.

“Make whom stop? Can you tell me who is near to you, ma’am?”

Mingyu felt an unnatural calmness settle into his bones, one that always came whenever he forced himself to calm down in such situations.

A message dinged on one of his screens indicating that they had traced the nearest cell tower of the cell phone.

“Officer Lee.” He said, already on the other line, talking to the nearest official he could see. “We have a 911 emergency of abuse.”

“Roger that. Address?”

“It's…” Mingyu’s voice trailed off on seeing the address. 

No way- How was that possible? There had to be some mistake right?

Because the address was of his house.

He cleared his throat, sure that the address was wrong since they tracked the nearest cell tower, and that could be kilometres away from the destination.

“Uh, the address shows my house. I… I think you need to be on the lookout for areas near my house.”

There was a pause, as though Seokmin seemed to be trying to process this information. Seokmin had been good friends with him, so Mingyu knew that even he found it odd, especially when his neighbourhood was a safe and nice one.

“On my way.”

“Ma’am,” Mingyu said, back to line one, “if you could tell me your name or your address, or even what is happening to you, I could help you out better.”

His eyes were trained to look at all the monitors at once, one monitoring the small dot that represented Seokmin heading towards the destination, another with a blank form about the caller and another one where he was rapidly typing what he was hearing, ready to call in other emergencies in case he heard something important.

“Help! Why don’t you help me? Please help!”

“Ma’am help is on the way, please calm down-”

He was interrupted by a loud pop as all the lights went out, the only source of light now being the soft glow of his computer screens. The room was now lit up eerily and he felt the hair on the nape of his neck rise up. Mingyu wasn’t very scared of the dark ever, but the growing sounds of gurgling and growling in the telephone line was causing shivers to travel down his spine.

“Mingyu…” The woman rasped, this time sounding like she had gargled razors, her screeching voice turning his blood to ice.

How did she know his name?

Goosebumps rose all over his skin as his breathing came out in sudden pants, feeling an icy invisible hand wrap around his neck. He sucked in a breath harshly and with a jolt, he realised how lonely he was, not a single soul on his floor whilst he was plunged in darkness.

Then the call cut off abruptly, and at the same time, the power surged back to life. 

Yet, the cold feeling hadn’t left Mingyu as though he could still hear the woman gargling in his ear.

“Mingyu?”

He jerked as the second line suddenly came to life, Seokmin’s voice clear through the landline.

“H-Hey. Did you find anything?” He tried his level best not to sound shaken, but it was hard because the more he tried to ignore wherever had just happened, the more the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach grew.

“Nothing. We will be needing to get a more specific address. Your entire apartment seems safe to me. Is she still on the line?”

Mingyu exhaled harshly, rubbing his chest with his hand to calm down his heart that was beating too fast. He then realised how dry his throat had become, and quickly took a sip of water before continuing.

“No. She cut the call. I- uh, I don’t think she needs help anymore. She sounded alright at the end.” He said, wincing having to lie. He still couldn’t shake off the feeling of horror he had felt when he saw his own address flash on to the screen.

“Are you sure? Shouldn’t we follow the protocol still-”

“She told me so herself.” Mingyu snapped, and Seokmin shut up, not saying anything more.

He sighed, rubbing his template, trying to forget what he had just heard. But it was like the noise had been ingrained into his brain. He could hear it even now, even though there were many other small sounds beside him.

But being a 911 operator, there was bound to be such horrors, right? He had heard some similar stories of ghost calls from his superiors. Maybe this was one of them?

“Well then…I suppose that’s it huh?” Seokmin cut the silence, causing Mingyu to flinch as he jumped out of his thoughts. “Are you calling it a night?”

Mingyu felt his heart leap to his throat.

Calling it a night? On any other day, he would have loved to crash on to his bed but all of a sudden going back to his house, the place where this lady claimed to be at, seemed like a distant nightmare, something which was waiting for him to tear him apart.

“Uh, n-no. I’ll continue my shift I think. Besides, Seungcheol won’t wake up if I call him now.”

“Hey, are you okay?” Seokmin asked, concern lacing his voice. “You sound…scared.”

“I’m fine.” Mingyu swallowed thickly, feeling a patch of sweat that had formed on his forehead as he tried rubbing his temples.

“We’ve dealt with these before, right?” Seokmin asked again, trying to sound bolder for his sake.

“Y-yeah. Yeah. We have. I’ll… hang up now.”

As soon as the phone went down, Mingyu buried his face in his hands, trying to forget the horrible sounds he had heard on the phone.

But the more he tried to forget them, the more he was convinced that they were no more voices in his head, but were coming from the room. It was almost like he could hear the noise coming from behind the door.

I’m probably just hearing things.

He got up and decided to get some fresh air. He walked to the door and paused, the sound still ringing in his ears. Clutching the door knob, he took in a deep breath and with his eyes screwed shut he turned it open, bracing himself for whatever lay ahead of his.

Silence greeted him as he slowly peeled his eyes open, looking around tentatively for anything that might jump on him out of the dark. 

Ding!

The sound of the elevator’s beep caused his heart to nearly stop, the sudden sound cutting through silent night that was almost engulfing him. He felt his entire body freeze as all he could do was watch the numbers on the screen of the lift increase until it reached his floor, limbs paralysed with fear. 

With another soft ding! the lift door began sliding open, and Mingyu found himself almost begging that he shouldn’t be greeted by someone, or something, once the lift door opened.

The dim blue light of the lift spilt out as Mingyu watched in terror, but to his relief only emptiness greeted him back. He looked at his own reflection in the mirror of the elevator. 

Mingyu looked deathly pale, his eyes tired and haggard like he had just seen a ghost. His cheeks were hollow and he felt his stomach lurch when his reflection wobbled, indicating that that the lift was about to close.

And then the lift shut close, leaving him alone with a pin drop silence that almost felt suffocating.

Weren’t there others who had night duty? Because there was no way he was all alone in the building, right?

The thought was enough to cause his stomach to lurch, and he swallowed thickly wondering if he should call someone to take his place.

But his house! Mingyu could feel goosebumps rising on his skin the second he thought of his house.

What if she- that thing was still lurking around his house? Or worse, was actually in his house.

The ringing of the telephone cut through the silence like a blade, causing him to jump a mile. His reflexes kicked in though, and clutching his painfully beating heart, Mingyu ran towards his computers to pick the emergency phone call.

“911. Please state your emergency-”

“Help.”

Mingyu froze, the familiar voice draining out all the blood from his cheeks again.

No way.

He wanted to cut the call, wanted to block out whatever this woman was about to beg for because her voice was like icy daggers to his skin, rekindling his fear like never before. Mingyu had never felt so terrified in his life before. 

“Please help… Mingyu.”

It was like her whispering his name had opened Pandora's box, and lots of emotions hit him at once. He couldn’t even question how she knew his name because that wasn’t what terrified him the most.

But it was the familiarity of the voice of the woman. A voice he used to hear almost every day before it was snuffed out of his life suddenly.

“Y/N.” He whispered, fear clutching his stomach as he felt his heart hammer in his chest.

In the empty office he could only hear his own ragged breathing and the slight buzzing sound coming from the phone.

But how was this possible?

Because you had died six months ago.

Or rather, you had been killed in his apartment. Murdered in cold blood even though it didn’t make sense because you were the sweetest and most caring person he had met in the world. 

At first, he had been charged with murder. Those two months of investigation had nearly driven him mad. It was hard as it is dealing with your death but constant poking of the police made it even worse.

Finally he was set free due to the lack of evidence. 

Even thinking about you made his head throb. 

“Help please.” You rasped again. “Help me-”

“Where are you?” He whispered urgently, not sure why he was even asking questions. Because this had to be some sort of sick joke, right? Or maybe- maybe he was hallucinating after all. Hallucinating that you had come back to life to get some sort of closure.

“In our apartment! Why aren’t you helping?” You sobbed on the other end of the line.

He felt his head spin. Whom was he even talking to? With each word your voice turned more and more raspy and he could feel the familiar fear returning.

“If you don’t help me he’ll-”

Mingyu heard you gasp, followed by a whimpering as he heard someone slap you.

“Y-Y/N?” He asked, though he truly didn’t want to know what had happened to you. Was the person you kept mentioning your real killer? Then… was this your ghost he was talking to?

“Stay away.” A male voice spoke into the telephone suddenly, causing him to nearly fall off his seat. The hair on his arms and necks stood up at the familiarity of the voice.

“Stay away." He repeated.

He could hear his own voice on the other side of the telephone line asking him to stay away and Mingyu felt his head spin at the thought.

The telephone nearly slipped from his sweaty hand as he tried taking in a deep breath to calm himself down.

"And- and who’s this-”

“Just stay away from us.” He heard his own voice command him, before the line disconnected finally.

“Who was that?”

Mingyu jumped from his seat, hands flying to his mouth to prevent himself from screaming, until his eyes landed on Seokmin.

“You- you scared me!” He hissed, rubbing his sweaty forehead while trying to calm his shaking body down. What had just happened?

No way he had been talking to himself, right? How was that even possible?

Seokmin raised an eyebrow, walking towards him and sitting down on a chair opposite to him?

“Did I scare you? Or that call did?”

Mingyu looked away.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you.”

“I’m fine.” He snapped, wiping his sweaty face with a tissue. The last thing he needed was Seokmin asking too many questions before he started questioning his own sanity.

“You’re not. You asked the caller whether she was Y/N.”

Mingyu shivered involuntarily at the memory, giving away his fear.

“It sounded like her.” He lied, not wanting to remember what had just happened. Maybe if he was nonchalant about it Seokmin would leave him alone.

“Are you sure? That call before was unusual, coming from your house.” Seokmin said, still concerned. “It's okay to be shaken up by this, you know.”

He exhaled out, trying to calm down his nerves as much as he could.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry. Pretty sure it was a prank. I mean,” He forced out a laugh, which sounded odd against the silence surrounding the two of them, “How can it even be Y/N? That makes no sense. I probably miss her a lot. That’s why I can hear her everywhere.”

“You should go home.” Seokmin cut him, patting him on the shoulder. “I think you need to rest a bit if you’re that stressed out. Sometimes, stress causes us to see and hear things that are not real. ”

Mingyu opened his mouth to protest, feeling dread fill the pit of his stomach at the thought of going home, but with the way Seokmin was staring he knew he didn’t have an option. Or else he would need to explain how he heard his own voice speak to him and ask him to stay away.

Stay away.

Was that a warning, then? Was it a big mistake going back to his house?

But with the way Seokmin was staring at him, Mingyu had no other option but to get up slowly and pack up his things. His hands wobbled, causing him to nearly break his favourite mug, but he managed to force a smile and walk to the elevator, knees threatening to give out any second. 

Once inside the elevator, Mingyu chose to stare at his reflection’s nose, unable to meet its eyes. Something told him that seeing his reflection eye to eye would not be a good idea.

Please hurry up. Please open the door fast-

His heart jumped again as his phone rang suddenly, cutting the heavy cold silence which was accompanied by the occasional soft dings.

"Hello?” He whispered, wondering who was calling so late at night. It couldn’t have been Seokmin since he had his number saved, right?

“Why did you kill me?”

Mingyu froze, unable to breathe anymore. How did you-

“Y/N? How did you- Kill you- What are you talking about?” He panted, stumbling back to support his wobbly legs with the help of the wall of the lift.

All of a sudden the air felt cooler, and his clammy hands seemed to be unable to grip the hand bar of the lift. His eyes darted to the equally petrified reflection and a yelp escaped him, phone dropping to the ground.

Because standing right beside his reflection was you. You, looking just like how you had the day you were murdered. Except there was blood all over your dress and multiple stab marks on your chest and stomach.

You smiled at him sweetly. 

“Don’t you know? You killed me. Well, not exactly you. It was Mingyu. But he is you, you are him, right?”

His legs finally gave away as he pushed his back into the walls of the elevator, terror filling every single of his senses.

Helphelpelphelp-

He heard the lift ding as it reached the ground floor. Crawling to the buttons of the lift, he frantically pressed the open button, eyes not leaving your face as you grinned at him, baring your bloody and broken teeth.

Finally the door opened and Mingyu darted to crawl out but froze almost immediately, feeling his heart stop for real this time.

“No.” He sobbed, as he watched the real you walk towards him. Edging back, he felt his heart hammer painfully hard in his chest, every bit of rational thoughts leaving him as you stepped into the elevator.

You leaned towards him much to his terror, and Mingyu screwed his eyes shut as he finally accepted his fate. His breathing eased a bit but he could still feel how tense his entire body was, adrenaline rushing coursing throughout his body.

I don’t want to go.

“Now it’s time for me to return the favour.”

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

© 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐌 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

[barefoothighlander]

Protective Ghost perhaps ?

Love me a protective hulk of a man and clapping my cheeks like a mad man 🫣

scary boyfriend privileges for real

warnings: mdni (18+), unwanted male attention, insinuation of assault, smut, unprotected pinv, est relationship, masturbation (fem), fingering, creampie, rough sex, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, lil bit of choking, possessive!ghost, rank kink if u squint

"Hey, where are you?"

"Just at the house, Is everything alright love?" He can sense the panic in your voice through the phone,

"Everything's fine just, do you think you'd be able to pick me up?"

"Be there in 10"

He ends the call, leaving you to listen to the echoes of strangers in the streets, standing alone outside your office building, you didn't intend on working late but something had come up and you told Simon that you'd just walk home after work, it was only a few blocks to your shared flat.

At first, he blatantly refused the idea, arguing that he'd just pick you up even if it meant waiting around for a few hours when he already had plans, you argued back stating that it wouldn't be dark considering the sun wouldn't set till later, and the walk was short. Eventually, he gave in, agreeing to your terms of having your location on during your walk and keeping a finger on the pepper spray he had placed in your purse.

Everything was going fine until you actually stepped out of the office, ignorant to the fact that there was a football match that night, and the pubs would be littered with drunk patrons, shouting from every street corner. The echoes of their voices made you nervous, the fact that you didn't have your scary boyfriend to protect you made it worse, a small panic setting into your nerves as you picked at your nails.

You move to the curb to watch for his truck, eyes glazing over every pair of headlights that made their way down the street, tapping your foot in an effort to ease yourself.

"OI"

You turn your attention to the shout,

"Yea you, whatcha doin all alone out here love?" A man standing a few feet away begins walking towards you, even from the distance you can smell the alcohol on him, turning away to ignore him.

"Ah c'mon then, just tryna have a chat"

"M'not interested, sorry"

"Inna chat? Don't worry I won't bite"

You take a few steps back as the man gets closer, invading your space as he continues to speak,

"Don't have to be a priss, just wondering why a pretty lil thing like you s'all alone"

"I'm waiting for someone" You nervously dart your eyes around, willing Simon to appear,

He stumbles closer "You gotta boyfriend?"

"Yep" You cross your arms over your chest, walking backwards as the man continues to get closer

"Bet I'd treat ya better, wouldn't let you walk around all alone" He drags out the last word, staring directly at you,

"You know, I'm just gonna walk, have a good night" You turn to walk down the street, moving at a rushed pace,

"I'll walk you home" He moves in tandem with you

"No that's alright, I'll manage"

Your body freezes as his hand makes contact with your arm, tugging you back a step as he grips the skin, "Why've you got to be such a bitch?"

You try to pull your arm from his hold, "Excuse me?"

"Just tryna be nice"

"You're hurting me" Your body is in full panic, your mind racing as the man's stare pins you down, his grip firing you backwards until your back collides with the wall.

"You know it'd be a lot easier if you played along"

His words make your chest feel hollow, your eyes moving to avoid his gaze before they land on a pair of headlights in front of you, the slam of a car door breaking your focus as you let out a sigh at the sight of your boyfriend moving towards you.

In a flash the man is off you, Simon's grip around his collar as he pins him to the wall, the back of his head hitting against the stone as you gasp.

"Si-"

"Get the fuck out of here"

The stranger's eyes widen at the sight of the masked man, Simon's large form dwarfing his as his arm holds his shirt tight around his neck, Simon releases him, the man gasping for air, sparing you a final look before rushing down the street.

"I'm sorry I-"

He cuts you off, "Get in the car"

You spend the short ride home in silence, not even bothering to turn the radio on, the tension in the air palpable as you let yourself out of the truck, following behind Simon as he makes his way into the house.

You flinch as he slams the door behind him,

"M'not mad at you" His voice comes from behind you

"I know"

You watch as he storms toward the bedroom in a fury, his fists clenched as he breezes by you. following him through the room. Your eyes are glued to him as he sits in a chair, alone in the corner facing the bed, his legs spread as his hands settle on the arms of the seat.

"Take your clothes off"

You do as he says, nervous fingers working to remove your shirt before reaching for the belt on your pants, tugging them down your legs,

"All your clothes"

You stand naked before him, his eyes roaming over your form, his stare making goosebumps rise on your skin,

"Get on the bed"

You sit on the edge of the mattress, shuffling your body backwards as you rest against your arms,

"I want you to touch yourself, and keep your eyes on me"

Your throat dries at his words, your eyes looking for some sign of sympathy but there's nothing behind the mask, doing as you're told you snake a hand down your torso, settling your fingers against your clit, cursing yourself at how wet you already were.

You work your fingers around the bud, keeping your gaze locked on him as pleasure blossoms in your chest, your heels digging into the sheets as you find a rhythm.

He doesn't say anything but you can see the strain on his knuckles as he grips the armrests of the chair, his pants growing tighter with every moan that falls from your lips. You're teetering on the edge but it's not enough,

"Simon, please,"

"Your fingers not enough?"

You shake your head, "Need you"

"Need me to what?"

"Need you to fuck me, please"

He wastes no time in standing from the chair, practically tearing his pants down before his hands grip your waist, flipping you with ease so that your chest presses against the mattress, your cheek digging into the sheets as he presses his length against you.

He groans at the feeling of your weeping pussy against his length, his palms spreading you so he can get a better view,

“So fucking perfect, you gonna be good for me?”

You wriggle your hips for him, “Yes, all for you”

“Good girl” He drags his palm along the length of your spine, settling his fingers around the nape of your neck as he lines himself up, teasing his head through your folds, collecting your slick before inserting himself.

He bottoms out with a grunt, his pubic bone pressing against your ass as he leans over your form, caging you and forcing you to take every inch of him. You whimper below him, begging him to move as he holds himself still inside you.

He pulls himself nearly all the way out before thrusting back in, forcing a yelp from you as he begins pumping into your pussy, your slick gathering around his shaft as his cock splits you open.

“So fuckin tight love”

His fingers dig into your waist with a bruising grip, holding you still as he thrusts into you, you can feel the coil inside you still burning but it’s still not enough,

“Si, please, need more”

His hand reaches around your neck, pulling you from the bed so your back is flush with his chest, his fingers teasing on your pulse point. He snakes his other hand around to toy with your clit, you clench down on him as he makes contact, his rough fingers circling the bud.

“Can’t cum unless it’s me huh?”

You shake your head, your eyes squeezed shut,

“Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”

“You Si, fuck”

“Not good enough” His hand constricts around your throat

You struggle to find your words, his cock driving into you from below, “It’s yours Lieutenant, only yours”

“Much better” His hand releases your throat allowing you to gasp for air in between your moans, your orgasm threatening to erupt from inside you.

His hands knead at your breasts, teasing and pinching the raised buds as his fingers work in tandem with his strokes, you reach behind you to touch him, to grab anything to ground yourself , your fingers settling on the hem of his mask.

“That’s it love, soak my cock, show me how good I make you feel”

Your skin feels like it’s on fire as all your muscles tense, Ghosts moans fill your ears as your pussy clenches down on him, his hips stuttering for a moment as he fucks you through your high.

When he feels you come down he pulls himself out, groaning at the loss of contact as his hands find their way back to your waist, flipping you onto your back and slotting himself between your legs.

You wrap your limbs around him, holding him to you as he pushes deep inside you, his face is inches from yours, his eyes glued to where you meet.

“Gonna fill this fucking pussy, maybe i’ll fuck a baby into you, s’that what you want? Want everyone to see your stomach grow with my fuckin seed? Let them know who you belong to?”

His gaze turns to you, his dark eyes staring back at you, you struggle to form a response, your hand moving to tug at the hem of his mask as your hooded eyes watch him. Like he’s reading your mind he tears the mask off in seconds, revealing his face to you, his rosy cheeks and plump lips, the way his jaw clenches with every thrust.

“I’m yours, only yours”

His lips crash into yours, swallowing your moans as he kisses you, rough and messy as your arms snake around his neck, holding him to you.

He pulls back, his forehead resting on yours, “Fuck, squeezing me so tight beautiful”

“Cum in me Si, need to feel you”

He watches your eyes fill with lust, your soaking pussy swallowing him as he bottoms out, your heels dig into his back as he spills his seed into you, coating your walls.

“Fuckin hell” He holds himself inside you as he finishes, his softening cock holding his cum deep in your pussy as he leans in for another kiss, it’s more tender this time.

He pulls out of you slowly, pushing up the bed and lying back as his arms tug you to him, your legs tangling with him as your hands find their spot on his chest.

“M’sorry”

His fingers thread through your hair, “S’not your fault love”

“I know I just feel stupid”

“You’re not stupid, you shouldn’t have to deal with shit like that”

You give a small hun in response,

“I would’ve killed him”

“I know”

“Like terrible, awful, excruciating pain kinda murder”

You huff a small laugh in response, knowing that he was deadly serious as you push yourself from his side, your palms nudging him over,

“C’mon go get dressed for bed”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 21

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Sickness be gone!

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Dr. Kemp gave me this journal. I met him today. He’s a therapist. Or a psychologist? He’s a doctor and he’s going to help me.

I hope.

He told me to put my moods in here, to write about how I feel, and to set a small goal every day. 

How I feel today: scared.

This morning was scary. We went to the doctor’s office and I didn’t know where we were going. I met Dr. Kemp and was less scared. Then we went to the mall and that was scary too. I tried on a short dress and that was scarier. Now we’re back at the house and I’m still afraid.

What if this doesn’t work either? What if I’m stuck this way forever? What if Dr. Kemp can’t help me?

A knock comes at the door and you tuck your new pen into the journal, closing it as you set it on top of your tablet. You put both on the nightstand as you call for Andy to enter. He inches open the door and pokes his head around.

“Hey,” he says, “I was just thinking, it’s been a long day. We can order in for the night?”

You shrug. You’re not very hungry. The large breakfast keeps your appetite at bay. Your anxiety helps as well.

“Um, that’s okay. I’m not very hungry.”

He sighs, his hand on the door. His fingers tap on the wood as he grips his hip, “you really shouldn’t skip meals. It’s not good for you.”

“I ate a lot this morning–”

“That was hours ago. You need to eat,” he insists, “I missed a week of work, honey, I can’t miss any more. I need you to start trying. Didn’t Dr. Kemp talk to you about this?”

You wince. He’s upset. You didn’t mean to make him angry. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, “I’ll, uh… take out sounds good.”

He lets the door fall all the way open. He crosses to the foot of the bed and touches the top of one of the shopping bags. You chew your cheek as you watch him.

“Are you gonna put all this away?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’ll do that now,” you get up.

He bought all those clothes, he took you to the doctor, on top of everything else. The least you can do is choke down a meal he’s also paying for. You go to the closet and open it up. You have two sweaters and a pair of jeans hung there. The rest of the hangers are empty.

“Chicken or beef?” He asks as he backs up.

“Hmm?” You look back at him with a handful of hangers.

“For dinner?”

“Oh, chicken,” you answer as you come back to the bed, “I’ll come down after I finish with all this.”

“Sure… uh, I could help,” he offers.

“No, I can do it,” you say, “that’ll be my small task today. Put this away and tidy up the room.”

He nods, both hands on his hips, “sounds like a good plan.”

You try to smile but your cheeks only twitch. You focus on taking out the clothes from the bag and looping them over the plastic hangers. He lingers and slowly slides out his phone. He turns on his heel and leaves you, thumbing at the screen with a hum.

You’re tired of letting everyone down. Amber, Andy, yourself. You’re not going to let Dr. Kemp down. You’re really going to try. You look over at the journal and take a deep breath. 

They’re just pages, but you finally have someone to talk to. Someone you can tell everything. The paper can’t answer you but it can listen without judgment. And in the end, you can always crumple it all up and forget the words.

You get everything hung, folded, and some put aside for the wash. There’s a weight of dread in your feet. You don’t want to go downstairs, you’d rather stay up here and lay down. It’s been a long day and you’re exhausted.

You find Andy in the living room. You bring your tablet to quell your restless hands. You sit on the far end of the couch as he watches a ball game. You peel back the cover and take out the pen. 

“Not a baseball fan?” He asks.

You pop your head up and look over at him. You shrug. You look at the screen as the umpire calls a strike.

“Don’t watch sports,” you answer.

“Ah, didn’t want to assume,” he leans forward, elbows on his arms as he presses his hands together, “we can watch something you like. I can catch the highlights tomorrow.”

“No, it’s okay,” you swipe the nib across the screen, “I like listening to this.”

You tuck your legs up and hunch over the tablet. You sense him watching you before he slowly leans back against the couch. You draw without thinking, a twisted elm tree with crows in the branches.

The commentators offer a steady soundtrack for your work. The crowd jeers then roars, swaying with the momentum of the game. You pick the perfect shadow of brow to add streaks to the trunk of the tree. You feel the couch shift but don’t look up. It isn’t until Andy’s right beside you that you tear your attention from your work.

He’s close. Very close. You sweat as heat radiates off of him. He stretches his arm behind you as he leans in to look at your drawing.

“Just a sketch,” you lower the pen.

“Pretty,” he says, “I’m not very artsy. Writing’s chicken scratch.”

You nod, “art is art. As long as you’re creating.”

“Pretty good way of looking at it,” he leans in closer, placing his hand on the corner of the tablet, “do you ever draw people?”

“Sometimes,” you answer, wilting at his proximity. He seems even bigger as he crowds you. You look up at the TV and drag the cover over the tablet, “why are they cheering?”

He lifts his head and exhales heavily. He retracts his arm from behind you and points with his other hand.

“Hitter just got a double and another player got home,” he says, “tied it up. If they can get another run, they’ll win. If not… well, another inning.”

“Oh,” you blink. You really don’t know much about baseball.

“We could go to a game, maybe, if you’re interested,” he offers, “they have great pretzels.”

“Maybe,” you keep your eyes on the TV, even as his head turns and he narrows in on you.

The heat between you becomes stolid. You have no space to turn over and you’re too afraid to stand up and go. You don’t want to upset him. He probably doesn’t realise how close he is. Plus, your personal bubble tends to be bigger than most.

The doorbell rings, breaking the tension, and drops his head as he grips his thighs. He stands with effort and you put aside your tablet. You listen as he answers the door and the crinkle of a paper bag underlines his exchange with the delivery driver.

He shuts the door and the smell of the take-out wafts in, stoking your hunger. You get up and meet him at the doorway, following him to the dining room. As he puts the bag down on the table, you wring your hands.

“Should I get plates?”

“Sure, sweetie,” he says as he rips past the staple in the fold of the bag, “that’d be great.”

🕊️

You can’t help but be relieved when Andy goes back to work. The house is still cold and lonely to you, but you’re happy to be alone. You set yourself a goal for each day; in the very least, you’ll make dinner, and when you feel up to it, you’ll do one other thing.

Monday, you spend most of the day painting. You make a decent amount of progress by the time Andy returns. You reheat leftovers for the night and make sure to tidy the kitchen.

Tuesday, you do the laundry. It feels like a great accomplishment as you sit and fold everything before Andy gets back. You leave his clothes on his bed. He’s pleased by your efforts and you are too.

Wednesday, you paint some more and vacuum the first floor. Thursday, you clean the bathroom, and Friday sees you so exhausted that you only do a quick sweep before starting supper. Each day, you record in your journal. Not just your tasks but your feelings; the pendulum between helpless and sad and proud swings back and forth throughout the week.

Saturday comes and you stay in bed late. You’re tempted to stay there and sleep all day until a knock sounds from the other side. You knew he wouldn’t let you.

“Dove,” he calls through, “you have an appointment at noon.”

“What?” you sit up and rush across the room. You crack the door open and peek out, “I didn’t know…”

“I mentioned it, didn’t I?” He asks.

He may have. Sometimes you forget things. You fight a frown and dip your chin.

“I’ll get ready, I’m sorry.”

“No problem. I’ll have breakfast waiting,” he looks through at you, his eyes searching, trying to see through the gloom. “Why don’t you wear some of your new clothes?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” you murmur, “thanks.”

You shut the door and watch the shadow underneath. He doesn’t go right away but when he does, you flip on the lights. You go to the closet and ponder the selection. It’s a bit overwhelming. The skirts and dresses. 

You take out a pleated plaid skirt and a pumpkin coloured turtleneck. Andy didn’t particularly like it but he let you grab it anyway. You put it on with a pair of ribbed black tights. At least you’re covered up, even if it’s all a bit snug.

You go into the bathroom and get freshened up; brush your teeth, wash your face, put some moisturizer on. You’d started using more of the bottles piled into the basket. You feel bad just letting them go to waste.

You go downstairs, the smell of toast greeting you as you enter the kitchen. Andy looks over his shoulders and still the knife as he butters a slice. He turns to you fully and grins, “wow, you look… nice.”

“Oh, thanks, I…” you pull at the fabric across your stomach, “maybe I need a bigger size.”

“No, no, really,” he finishes scraping the butter across the hard bread, “you look really nice.” He grabs a plate and brings it to you as you stand by the island, “those tights look warm.”

“Um, yeah,” you look down, twisting one leg behind the other, “not really.”

He nods and clicks his tongue, “anyway, breakfast,” he hands you the plate, “enjoy.”

“Thanks,” you say as you take it, “er… are we going to see Dr. Kemp?”

“Uh huh,” he goes back to the counter and takes out another slice from the toaster, “you… you like him?”

“Sure,” you cradle the plate, slowly drifting to the door, “he’s nice.”

“Well, you know, you can always let me know if you don’t.”

“What?”

“Just… if he makes you uncomfortable or anything,” he shrugs, “you know I’m always here for you, dove.”

You don’t say anything else. You go into the dining room and set down your plate. You’re almost excited to go see Dr. Kemp. Strangely so. You can’t wait to tell him everything you did this week and talk about your new pens for your journal. It feels like you’ve actually made progress, for once in your life.

🕊️

You sit in the same chair as last time. Dr. Kemp stands by the window. His cool demeanour is a counterweight to your tense anxiety. You chew your fingertips as he turns and pace towards the wall. He stops and flicks on the electric kettle set on the polished console table.

“You like tea?” He asks.

“Um, yeah,” you clutch your hand into a fist and lay it on the armrest.

“Green? Black? I have Earl Gray,” he offers.

“Green is fine,” you wiggle your foot, the action drawing his gaze. His piercing blue eyes crawl up your legs and he considers you with calm calculation.

“New clothes?” He prompts.

“Y-yes,” you open your hand as you bend your arm, rubbing your neck.

“Hmm, cute. I liked that sweater you wore last time.”

“Oh, it was old,” you scratch along your hairline.

“It’s whatever you're comfortable in,” he says, “skirt’s nice but… I don’t know. Not quite you.”

You don’t comment. He’s not wrong. It’s too short and the pattern is cute but you find the fabric stiff. You bring your hand forward and tap your chin.

“So, did you have a good week?” He asks.

“I think… I did a lot. Exactly what you said,” you push your shoulders up, clasping your hands in your lap. He watches you intensely, not looking away as he listens. “I used the journal and uh, I made myself set goals. Erm, oh, I made dinner every night and I cleaned–”

“That’s great,” he turns and takes two mugs from the stacked tower of porcelain. He drops in the tea bags before he backs up. He crosses his arms, pacing around as he rubs his chin, “but what about things for you? Not cleaning or cooking. Those are chores. You should be doing things just for you.”

He leans on the side of the sofa. You squeeze your hands tight and teeter on the edge of the chair. Your chest sinks.

“Well, I… I guess I didn’t… I thought…”

“It’s okay, there’s no wrong answer here. But this week, I want you to focus on you. Do things for you. Treat yourself kindly,” he drops his arms and hooks his thumbs in the tops of his pockets, “you could do a face mask, have a bubble bath, or even just read a book you enjoy.”

“Oh, okay.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being nice to yourself. Self-love is important. If you don’t find worth in yourself, other people won’t either.”

“I’ll try,” you agree.

“That’s all you need to do,” he smiles as the kettle clicks off and he pivots on his heel. He pours the steaming water in the mugs and continues, “today, I think we should talk about your sister.”

“What?” You gulp.

“You mentioned her before. She seems to be a big part of your life,” he sets the kettle down, “I’d like to know more about her.”

You tuck your lip in and frown. You don’t know if you can talk about Amber. You’re still so confused about her. But what is all this for. To understand how you feel. And like he says, it’s all confidential.

“Amber… her name is Amber,” you eke out, “er…I don’t know where to start…”

“Take your time,” he coaxes, “we can take it slow.”

[pompadourpink]

hi mom! i'm starting uni in september, i'm moving to a new city so i need to start shopping and all, but also my parents didnt really give me advice and im the eldest so im kinda lost, do you have any advice?? XX

Hello darling,

The ABC:

Uni is scary because your free-will goes from 8 to 90 in two months and freedom is intoxicating. Making up for lost chances can lead to bad choices (spending, dating, partying).

If your family failed to parent you, it is now your job. Autonomy is essential. Learn to cook, budget, clean, be clean, save, be a good citizen, make scary phone calls, keep yourself safe, prioritise.

No one will force you to get up and study, or hire you at 21 when competing with a bright 18 year old. Effort will not betray you (being a grown lazy gifted child will).

Have shared hobbies, from movie Sundays with a girlfriend to knitting with your sister. A social life is a happy life.

Trust your body, it knows. Stomach cramps mean we hate him, daydreaming means try, yawning means bed, not coffee.

The home:

Make a cleaning schedule, be open-minded and reasonable, do not do or say anything your landlord wouldn't like (I fully recommend having roommates once for exposure therapy).

If you have a neighbour your age, introduce yourself. Having that phone number will one day mean not having to sleep outside or getting a package stolen. Thank them with food.

Start documenting problems right away (photos, timestamps, screenshots, testimonies) as you may need to take action later. No emotions, you're just "worried about everyone's wellbeing".

Mould, vermine and leaks are enemies. Act yesterday.

Avoid big purchases. You don't know what the future (location, size, taste) looks like. Go secondhand, neutral, practical.

Avoid silly purchases: streaming, takeout, drinks, fast fashion. You will not regret having a downpayment saved in ten years.

If you ever need to do emergency laundry, put a bin or a bucket in the shower, add water and detergent (+ soda crystal for stains or whitening), wait an hour, rinse, wring, hang.

The shopping:

My grandmother has kept her house clean with a broom, bucket, squeegee broom wrapped in a floorcloth and Marseille soap since the 60s. When something doesn't work, look back.

Must-haves: cleaning (see #1 + cloths, soda, lemons, white vinegar, steel wool), hygiene (scraper, net, shower head filtre, first aid), night (good pillow, plugs, mask) supplies, freezer if possible, water filtre, reusable period protection, winter clothes, long chargers, sunscreen, friend living at home who will lend you tools.

Must-not-haves: anything trendy, collections (even books), a pet - don't let Felix keep you back, sleep over and study in Paris!

Have an emergency kit (+ whatever you need) + a smaller version in the car/at the office (with cash).

Fresh fruit, starches, a few types of frozen vegetables, of cans of legumes, of fresh, canned and frozen protein, a treat, something fun once in a while to experiment + a (bi-)monthly outing.

A couple of formal outfits. Large black dress pants, white shirt, dark grey thin jumper, pencil skirt, blazer, large coat, trench coat, loafers, heels, tall boots. Never slouchy or skin tight, plain.

Craigslist, Facebook marketplace, thrift stores. Spend a few hours making a perfect home board on Pinterest instead of listening to TikTok and taking what Ikea gives you.

The social life:

Make one or two real friends and cherish them forever. Support each other, travel, buy a house together, idk.

Don't be afraid to be/do things alone. You shouldn't be afraid of what your head says when it's not distracted.

Don't miss out on huge opportunities for people. Some are around out of necessity and will ghost you after graduation.

Do not try to impress, especially people you don't like and who don't like you. Do not do or say anything cops wouldn't like. Be a homebody who doesn't drink if that's what you want.

Do not try to educate those who will not learn.

Do not befriend someone who lacks confidence as they will make you pay for their jealousy, nor someone who wants a free therapist. Those relationships will be one-sided.

Befriend a couple of older girls. They will see through the lies of the people (men, classmates, employers) trying to fool you.

The love life:

The thirty-two year old man doesn't find you mature, he finds you inexperienced and malleable. Don't try meth thinking you're special enough to not get addicted.

If a date mocks you and you get mad, either that is who he is or he hates you. If you got mad, he is not for you. Your job is not to pretend you don't care so he can have a girlfriend.

Ask yourself if you would tell your best friend, mother, Taylor Swift, that he (hers) didn't mean it like that. If not, take a break from dating and think about why you think you don't deserve respect.

Don't forgive what you don't want to tolerate.

Don't try to force a relationship with someone who made it clear that he is, for whatever reason, not interested. You will be played like a fiddle until he meets someone he wants.

Don't try communicating with someone who is messing with you on purpose. No one ignores you for three days or sleeps with your friend or breaks your favourite necklace after an argument by accident. Also, your husband would never.

The daily life:

Have a clean e-mail address (firstname.lastname) for official biz and a casual one (f.lastna) for everything else, a solid password (Lanadelrey1984#) - change it yearly - and a list of the usernames and passwords you didn't pick.

If you don't trust your parents, block them off your account or open a new one when you turn 18 before they rob you.

Save a year worth of expenses, don't purchase what you couldn't buy twice now, don't replace what still works, give yourself week-long thinking periods before spending.

Get folders for your paperwork and keep them safe + take pictures for an encrypted Drive (beware of iCloud): diplomas, flat, car, big purchases, work, taxes, health, etc.

Print pics and make albums. One day, the app will die.

Mind your health. Exercise weekly (cardio/strength, ex: runs + weighted Pilates), walk, get more water, sleep, and fibre, take vitamin D, mind your eyes/ears/skin/teeth, stretch, leave.

Only invest energy, money, or time into what is worth it. FaceTime before the date. Get secondhand leather boots instead of replacing plastic. Drop the book after 100 bad pages.

Refuse conversations with people whose lives you wouldn't want, who happily overwork for a mediocre wage and don't know how old their children are. The handcuffs are homemade.

The job:

People will not forget how you made them feel and the world is a small place. Colleagues, clients, bosses will gossip: make sure it is for good reason. Dress and look clean, stand straight, be on time, never ever gossip, even when you were wronged.

Understand the power of sobriety. Be known for the success of your last project, not your bright skirts or temper.

Protect future you so you get the promotion/project/raise. No friends, no enemies. Smile, have neutral answers, make them talk, move on, make your IG private, google your name.

Lie. You don't avoid them, you eat lunch with your nana (hi Paula, no, I forgot about the hairdresser's), weren't unemployed, your father was ill, cannot go out, you have a birthday party.

Act boring with the jealous old woman or the obnoxious man. Take the fake compliment for a real one, don't understand the innuendo, have too much work to chat. Bullies get bored.

Instead of clapping back (see #3), be Cinderella, who ignores the insults and turns to Mr. No nonsense, who has been there twenty years, worryingly asking if Ethel is okay, I don't know what to do (no mention of ego, you're just distraught about her).

Sites to look up: Proton (mail, VPN, drive), Notion.

Love,

Mum

(PS - apologies if the she/he thing doesn't match you, this is a flexible plan for all of my children)

[cheekyowldraws]

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Main plot: Murdock, Friede Minor part: Rockruff, Mollie, Orla, Ludlow Mentioned: Katy, Liko, Dot, Roy, Blanca

Ships: FriedexMurdock also called Capncrunchshipping or Airfryshipping

Summary:

The story plays right after the fight against BlackRayquaza and before the Trio offically start their training at the Orange academy.

Murdock seems to work in Katys bakery and logically should stay in this town during that time. So I wanted to explore his feelings about being away from everyone, especially Friede and how they spend their last night together before being apart for a while. Lots of emotions, kisses and a little suggestive part at the end <3

Three days have passed since the big fight against BlackRayquaza, were the Brave Asagi got heavely damaged. It is heartbreaking to see their home being in this terrible state, but luckily nobody was injured during this incident and that's the most important thing. The ship can be fixed after all...even if it might take a while until they can go back to what they are used to...until the ship is filled with chaos and laughter again instead of silence and working noises. For the time being Liko went back to her parents house and Dot and Roy were able to stay at Blancas place until they can officially start with their Terastal training at the Orange academy. Only the adults stayed at the ship for now, but as soon as Orla officially begins with the repair they gonna have to stay at a hotel to not be in her way.

Murdock was sitting in his room heaving out a big sigh. He was glad that at least the kids could stay at a more positive environment right now. Seeing the damaged ship everyday just would make them relive this scary experience over and over again. Or that what he is believing anyways, knowing that he himslef is still struggeling with getting that disaster out of his head. He kept a brave face in front of the children, but in reality the cook was as scared as them, not knowing what happens next. Can the ship really be fixed completely? What are they gonna do if it's not possible? Will this the be end end of the RVTs? The cook couldn't help himself but worrying about these questions. Friede seems more faithful then him or at least knows how to overplay such thoughts. "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!" Murdock scolded himself while he slapped his own hands against his cheeks, squeezing them with a slight agression. "You are not a child anymore, so don't act like one!" Murdock remaind in this position for a while before he loosened his grip, letting out another deep sigh.

The chef inhaled and exhaled sharly several times to calm his nerves. There is no time to feel scared. He knows exactly what he has to do. In fact everyone knew repairing the ship wont be an easy task and will keep Orla busy. But for the mechanic to even being able to start with this endeavor, she needs materials and that in turn means they need money. Lots of money. So Murdock already decided what he personally can do to help. After all working hard is something he can do best.

A small smile formed on his lips while he looked at his phone. Only yesterday he mailed an application adressed to Katy's bakery in Cortondo, hopeing she gonna accept him and allow the pastry chef to work there until the ship is as good as new. To Murdocks surprise she personally called him back this moring to tell him he's hired. Needless to say that the chef almost dropped his phone, because he was so nervouse and honestly didn't expect such a fast answer, let alone a positive one. And on top of that he was told he can already start working in five days. Though the cook needs to leave a day earlier to get the keys for the small room he rented near the bakery, right after this hopeful phonecall earlier.

His smile fastly shifted to a more sad one. Working there means he need to leave for a while and live in that town...thinking about that fact alone made him feel wistful. Murdock don't even wanna think about getting seperated from everyone for an extended period of time that he cannot yet grasp. Especially being apart from Friede fills his thoughts with horror. Having him around all the time feels so natural and became part of his daily life. Being able to go to the other man whenever he wants, just to hang out or when he feels overwhelmed or just needs a safe place. Simply just having him by his side, to feel his touch, his warmth. Before Murdock completly got comsumed by his fear he felt something cautiously licking his hand. The cook was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't noticed his puppy climbed on his lap. Rockruff knew somethings was wrong and visible was worried about it's dad. "Sorry I didn't wanted to worry you." Murdock automatically wore a soft smile and gently patted his puppies head before he lifted it up to pepper it with kisses. Cuddeling with his little angel certainly helped to ground him and let him tackle this decision rationally. The chef knew that he had to tell Friede at some point, but he also didn't want his boyfriend to start brooding about this and having to go through all those feelings for days now as a result just like him...one suffering is enough. Murdock settled to only tell Mollie, Orla and Ludlow about his plans for now.

As expected the two woman appreciated his plans but side-eyed him when he pleaded them to not say a word to Friede about that. Nointhenless they gladly did respect his wish who he was very thankfull for. From this point on Murdock tried to tell Friede as well several times. When they were shopping together, when Friede was keeping him company while cooking, when they went for a walk...he tried to tell him...he really tried but everytime he chickened out the last second and brushed it off, finding a silly excuse for his strange behaviour. There was no way that the professor didn't started to get sceptical.

And before Murdock knew it the day before his departure had arrived. It already was dinner time to be exact. The chef was spending most of the day in the kitchen to make everyones fave meals. He just had too, because he doesn't know when he will be able to cook for them again. Murdock could feel tears filling up his eyes, but hastely blinked them away, before he served it all up. "Hope you all are hungry, because I made plenty!" the chef voiced with a bright smile while watching everyone slowly gathering around the table.

"That smells great!" Friede took in the scent a bit more before sitting down and filling up his plate. Orla and Mollie digged into the food as well. Ludlow on the other hand just silently watched the scene for now, sipping his tea, observing, already knowing something gonna happen. And he didn't have to wait long. "So delicious! I gonna miss Murdocks food!" Orla spouted out, mouth full. "ORLA!" Mollie promptly scolded her, but the brown-haired woman didn't realized what she just said. Murdock on the other hand froze in place, wanting to run away. "Please don't let Friede have heard that!" the cook was pleading in his mind. But the white-haired man DID hear and now looked at Orla with a very confused look on his face, swallowing down his food before asking "Hmm? What do you mean you gonna miss his food?" Realisation hit Orlas brain like a thunder bolt. She didn't meant to say that and tried to hastly come up with an excuse. "Ah that...well I mean when we start staying at the hotel he won't be able to cook there right?" Orla cleared up while slightly laughing awkwardly. "Right Murdock?" she then added hoping he gonna help covering her white lie but to everyones surprise his seat was empty. The tall man must have taken the oppertunity to leave while all eyes were on the mechanic. Friede felt like a fool and was visably confused. The professor hated when he didn't know what was happening and didn't realized how his face got very serious. "What is this all about?" he now asked with a slighty annoyed sound in his voice. The damage was already done so there was no reason to keep up this farce. "We promised Murdock to not tell you, I don't know why he asked for that though, so it might be better to ask him yourself." Mollie finally explained. The conference room was now overshadowed by a negative vibe.

"Listen to the wind, it talks. Listen to the silence, it speaks. Listen to your heart, it knows." Ludlow spoke with a calm and encouraging voice, breaking the uncomforteable silence that had settle over the group. Friede stared at his gramps for a moment before his eyes wandered back to his plate of food. His face slowly shifted into a sad but also concerened and betrayed expression. What did Murdock felt comforteable enough to tell literally everyone but him? He needed to know but...if he haven't told him yet why should he tell him now? Friede suddenly started to heavily shake his head, trying to get rid of those unwanted thoughts. With his eyes now filled with determination, the professor promptly finished his fill and then headed to the kitchen, were he was sure to find his 'target'. Ludlow was smiling as he saw the young man leaving the room ready to clear things up. When Friede entered the kitchen Murdock was busy washing the dishes not daring to look at the smaller man. The professor didn't knew how to start the conversation, he wants to know what the chef is hiding from him, but he also doesn't want to pressure him either. The white-haired man is certain that the cook must have a reason why he haven't told him yet, so he tries to approach the subject slowly. "That was delicious as always. I'm full!" Friede praised, putting on a smile. It wasn't a fake smile though, he meant what he said. Murdocks food is always the tastiest, still he felt more like crying right now. The taller man was taken abakt by that, because he was sure Friede straight up gonna confront him and ask him questions. "I'm glad to hear that. It means a lot to me. Thank you." the cook looked at Friede for a short moment to return the smile, before focusing at the dishes again. An awkward silence filled the whole kitchen. The only sound left was the suttle cliring of the table ware Murdock kept cleaning.

With every minute passing the chef started to get more nervouse. "That's your last proper chance to tell him you idiot!" Murdock started to scold himself in his thoughts. "COME ONE JUST TELL HIM YOU COWARD!" his thoughts went further and the cook got so angry at himself, that he abruptly stopped in his tracks, starteling Friede a little. Murdock was snapped back to reality by a gently touch on his shoulder. It was Friede who now was giving him a worried but warm glance. The cook took a deep breath and slowly let out the air again.

"I'm gonna leave tomorrow to work at Katy's bakery in Cortondo and wont be back for a while. We need that money or Orla can't fix the ship so it's unavoideable." Murdock started to explain, pausing for a moment to inhale deeply before continuing. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but the more I tried the more I couldn't bring myself too..." his voice now started to tremble "If..." he had to clear his throat before being able to continue. "If I had told you four days ago, you surley couldn't have helped but brood about me leaving all these days...and I didn't want you to go through the same thoughts that kept haunting me over and over again...I gonna miss you ya know?" the cook couldn't hold his tears back anymore and started to sob bitterly. "I'm so sorry I couldn't tell you until now I'm..." before he could speak any further he was pulled into a tight hug, while a hand gently caressed his back. "You idiot..." the small man said with a shaky voice himself. "You choose to keep all this feelings to yourself because you didn't wanted to make me suffer but..." Friede now had teary eyes as well "But imagine how you must have felt all those days, being all alone with those thoughts...that's what breaks my heart!"

"I'm so sorry...i didn't mean to hurt your feelings...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Murdock's voice softened as he continued to apologize, hugging Friede even tighter, but gentle enough so the smaller man could still breath properly. "Shhh it's okay I'm not mad at you." The smaller man kept stroking Murdocks back in gentle and firm circles to calm him down. This went on for quite a while until Friede felt that the other mans sobbing eased. He then proceed to sat down Murdock on the small wooden stool, who was busy wiping away his tears and was still softly sobbing.

"I want to apologize myself...No I need to apologize to you!" the white-haird man stated while he rubbed the back of his head. Murdock just looked at him with wide eyes, waiting for Friede to continue. "The words gramps said to me before had me thinking. I mean you did act a bit strange all of a sudden, but I refused to question it any further believing you surley gonna tell me if somethings the matter and..." "So you did notice..." Murdocks eyes wandered to the side in embarressment. Friede had to giggle at that sight. "Are you kidding me? When we went for a walk yesterday you literally kept staring at me with such an intense look , that you ended up running into a street lamp!" Friede now started to chuckle. "You should have seen your face!" and with that he bursted out into laughter. "STOP LAUGHING THAT'S NOT FUNNY!" Murdock tried to complain, but the moment he saw Friedes genuin smile while laughing like crazy he couldn't help himslef but join, laughing away all their worries. A few minutes passed and they now were sitting on the floor, right next to each other, tummies still hurting from their laughing fit. "Guess we are both idiots!" the cook stated while beaming a smile at Friede who returned the favour agreeing with a cheerfull "Yeah!"

And without a warning Friede was leaning in for a passionate kiss, making the tall man shudder in surprise. As soon as their lips touched Murdock literally melted into this sensation. The cook gently layed his hands around the other mans arms to pull him even closer. Both of them let themselve fully taken in by this moment, there hearts are pounding in synch, hoping this pleasent feeling would never fade. They tried to delay the unavoideable, but unfortunatly they had to break the kiss at some point to breath again. Now staring into each others eyes with such warmth.

"Soooo we can either have some fun now or just cuddle all night." Friede now looked at Murdock with playful eyes and a cheeky smile. The cook just looked at him with wide eyes, cheeks still rosy. He tightened his grip a little, his eyes nervousely flickering back and forth from looking into Friedes eyes to staring into the void. Friede just amusingly watched his future husband getting all flustered, while waiting for an answer. "Wh-Why not both?" the cook finally managed to declare, taking the professor by surprise, not that he is complaining though. He kinda was hoping for that outcome, because he wants both of them to enjoy this night to the fullest. "Never thought you can get greedy." the smaller man sassily returned, while purposly coming closer to Murdock's face who then started to pout a little "So what if I'm a little greedy?" the chef playfully growled back. "Nothing wrong with that." Friede assured while trying to kiss Murdock again. The emphasis is on 'trying' because his attempt got stopped by a big hand gently pressing against his lips. "W-Wait! N-not here!! Besides I need to clean the kitchen first and..." the cook got cut off mid-sentence by Friedes lips sealing his once again. It was only a short lived kiss this time meant to stop Murdock from blabbering nonsens. Friede now was looking into Murdocks eyes dead serious. "As if I would let you do the chores right now, the dishes won't run away, I gonna deal with them tomorrow." the yellow-eyed man explained. "But...!" Murdock tried to argue, but this time it was Friede pressing his hand against the cooks lips. "No buts! I already let the others know so don't worry!" the professor replied with a snippish grin while holding up his phone to show Murdock that he in fact send a message.

»Just put your dishes in the kitchen later. I'll deal with them tomorrow. I have to take care of Murdock tonight <3«

"T-Taking ca-care of me?" Murdocks cheeks turned into an even more intense pink admitting his defeat "G-Guess I have no choice then!" he stutterd softly. Pleased to hear that, Friede then purposely placed his hand on Murdocks crotch, making the cook jump at the sudden touch. His whole head turned into a bright red now and before the professor could make his next move he got lifted up by Murdock, bridal style. The cook now was dashing into his room, while gently carrying the smaller man in his arms, locking the door behind him before he allowed himself to be all over Friede.

At the same time in the kitchen:

"Guess we better sleep with our ear plugs in tonight." Mollie said after she read Friede's message while looking at Orla, who visibly was relieved about this outcome. With their minds at peace the two woman continued eating. Ludlow did join them as well now and was seemingly happy.

The next morning:

Friede and Murdock layed in bed cuddeling together. The smaller man was resting his head againsts the cooks chest, while the taller man wrapped his arms around him. Both were snoozing softly, enjoying this harmonic atmospehere until Murdocks alarm rang. The chef turned it off as fast as he could so Friede not gonna get waken up from it. He had to blink his eyes open several times before his vision was clear and he could see Friedes peaceful face, thankfully still sleeping. The cook decided it won't hurt to stay in bed for five more minutes, before he cautiously climbed out to not wake up the other man. He didn't want too, but he needed to leave soon so he had to dress up and get ready. When he came back from the bathroom he found Friede right were he left him and couldn't hold back a smile. He looked cute when he was peacefully sleeping. Murdock than hastly pulled out his phone to snap a shot he can look at whenever he misses Friede. Not that he already has a full album full of that. Happy with the result he now was thinking about waking the professor up to properly say goodbye for now. But wouldn't that be selfish? To tear him from his sleep just to catch another kiss? As Murdock was mostly silently debating with himself to either wake up the other man or not he suddenly got hugged from behind. The smaller man tightly wrapped his arms around him. "Good morning!" Friede muttered while letting out a big yawn. "G-Good Morning Friede. Did I wake you up?" the cook replied. "Nah I was already awake before you climed out of bed, but I wanted to let you get ready in peace." The white-haired man explained while he released the hug trying to catch a glimpse of Murdock's cell phone "Sooo did you get a nice shot?" Friede asked with a cheeky voice resulting in a high pitched scream leaving the cooks mouth, while the latter tried to hide his phone. But that just made Friede even more curious, now wearing a big grin on his face "I know you made a photo of me while I was supposetly asleep." Murdock was now trying to hide his blushing face behind his phone. "M-Ma-Maybe!" he managed to stutter out. "Good thing I also got a cute shot from you." the smaller man joyfully chirped. A small chuckle left the professors mouth when he saw the chef getting all flustered. Friede then took his chance to pull his boyfriend into a kiss, which immediately made the bigger man calmer. Both closed their eyes and enjoyed this delicate moment. Taking in every second, burning this feeling into their brains. They whined a little when they had to part, but they knew it was now time for Murdock to go. " Don't overwork yourself okay?" Friede wanted to make sure and with a "Don't be too reckless okay?" and a warm smile Murdock then left for his new temporary job.

[blackhill2245]

Watch my girlfriend

Warnings - none (:

Fem reader x carina x maya

I was sitting on the floor messing around with the new lego set carina bought me.

She promised if I washed her car she'd get me one, but jokes on her I loved washing her car it felt like I was in pressure washer simulator.

I fiddled with a small single piece, trying to decipher where it goes before Maya comes in with her phone.

"Here baby" she hands me her phone, I look up at her confused as she walks away before realizing she was recording.

"Maya?" I question quietly, but she was already gone, "maya?" I look around confused, fumbling with the phone. I look down and stare at it for a minute, "ummm"

I tilt my head as I set the phone down and look at it before shrugging and going back to my Lego. Five minutes later, I realized Maya is still gone, I stand up abandoning my Lego and grab her phone.

I was at the station, as I didn't have work and didn't want to be in the apartment alone so I tagged along with Maya, I sometimes did it with Carina to but it's boring at the hospital so I didn't do it that often.

"Um well hello" I wave to the camera, slowly looking around for my girlfriend.

"Ummm, I'm mayas girlfriend and carinas too," I smile, beaming as I think about them.

"I'm just gonna - hey Andy?" My eyes dart away from the screen as I see one of my good friends Andy Herrera."Do you know where Maya is?" I was a little nervous although Andy is my good friend. i still get anxious around her, "Oh hey, did you not hear the bell?" I furrow my brows,"no?" She shakes her head, amused."They were called to a house fire. " I make an oh face and nod."How come you aren't there?" I question, "I'm not feeling great, so I volunteered for desk duty".

Before I could respond the reception phone rings and she gives me an apologetic look before walking away.

I quickly realized the phones still recording, "Oh! I'm sorry I didn't forget you. " I talk to the phone as if it's a person.

I look around before smiling "Hey! I'll being you on a tour" I skip down the stairs passing a confused Andy on the phone and heading to where the trucks are usually parked.

"I call this the garage because I don't actually know the name. It's where they keep the ambulance and the truck" I pan the phone around trying to get everything shown.

"Oh! And that's the pole!- wait. " I quickly rush back up the stairs, arriving at the top of the pole slightly out of breath.

"I should work out with Maya more" I mutter.

"Normally, I'm not allowed down the pole, but... nobody's here to tell me no. " I smile cheerily, setting the camera down to get a good view.

"OH, this is kinda scary," I waver as I dangle from the pole, "Uh well here goes nothing" I slide down, but go to fast.

"Ow, ow, ow." I clutch my wrist legs still wrapped around the pole, but I'm sitting on my bum, my lip wobbles as I stand up clutching my wrist I make my way back up to get the phone avoiding Andy as I knew she'd be mad I went down it with out permission.

I sadly grabbed the phone, walked down to Mayas office and lay on her bed in her bunk room.

I gently toss the phone on the bed before curling up, but not before grabbing Mayas jumper and using it as a blanket.

"I wanna go home now," I mutter sadly, unaware the camera was still pointing at me.

I sulk around for another ten minutes, my wrist bruising causing some tears as I accidentally put pressure on it.

I don't hear the truck pull in, I only realize they're back when Maya comes into her office.

"Baby!?" She asks looking for me.

"In here!" I tried to be loud but honestly I was sad I mean why did I have to get hurt on the stupid pole, now carina gonna be mad at me and so is Maya because I'm not supposed to go down it and I did.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She sits next to me on the bed rubbing my shoulder, "is that still recording?" She says, surprised by taking the phone and ending the recording.

"I did something stupid," I mutter, squishing my face into her leg.

"Well how about we go home hmm? Maybe Carina cuddles will cheer you up" I smile slightly at the mention of Carinas famous snuggles, "but your shift" She shushes me "don't worry it's over now, let's go home" I gets up gathering our bags and leading me to the car, not asking about what I did.

Later that night, after I went to bed, Carina and Maya looked at the recording. They hadn't asked how I injured myself, nor why i didn't stop recording like any normal person. They knew i wasn't normal. They also wanted to look at the recording themselves.

"OH poor bambino," maya shakes her head, "she's such a brat, she knows we don't want her going down the pole" carina shakes her head fondly stroking our head, from my position on her chest I grunt in annoyance "I'm not a brat!" I stick my tongue out at maya, before melting as Ctina scratches my head.

"You're meant to be asleep. You have an early start tomorrow," carina helpfuly points out. "Well it's hard to sleep when your being so loud" I groan dramaticly.

Maya rolls her eyes covering my eyes with her hand, "go to sleep" she chuckles.

I yawn and decide to sleep, but not because she said to!

Maya looks down at her phone, rolling her eyes again. "They didn't watch our girlfriend properly" she referred to the start of the video before she gave us the phone.

"You're so silly. Where did you see this trend?" The brunette asked, stroking our head softly, trying to keep us asleep, "amelia showed me it. i thought it was cute"

"Makes sense" is all carina says before she to shortly falls asleep herself.

Low key hate this doesent sound like carina or maya at all, but like spent a while on this and don't want to scrap it so enjoy (:

[certaincollectionlandblog]

Mick Schumacher with a Slytherin GF

*Disclaimer: I use Y/N and reader, but when I write this in my mind I see her as a tall plus size gal (mainly because that's my personal body type), but also because I really see Mick doing amazing with a woman like that. If there is anything I write that doesn't apply to you feel free to leave it out and like always feedback is always appreciated and loved!

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~ Firstly Mick can deny him being a Hufflepuff all he wants (poor baby wants to be a Gryffindor so badly), but we all know the truth

~ He gives off such golden retriever boyfriend vibes which only suits his Hufflepuff self even more and you are the black cat girlfriend

~ Hufflepuffs and Slytherins are endlessly loyal and you know that you and Mick would never cheat on each other, the thought of it never even crosses y'alls mind

~ Mick looks for the best in everyone and you watch others' backs like their your own

~ Only letting a few select people see you at your weakest and Mick is in that group; Normally people assume that having a soft side means weakness, but you can soft and deadly like a poisonous flower so I don't agree that showing your soft side means showing your weakness. You're a gentle kind-hearted soul, but you're also a scary dark force to be reckoned with when the time calls for it.

~ You work hard and sometimes you feel like nothing goes to plan and that you're defeated. You hate asking for help when you struggle with your mental health because you know you're trying your best and it hurts to ask for help sometimes. Mick notices the small changes in you and doesn't say anything, but you know he knows. He starts sitting with you in silence as you work and leaving pieces of your favorite candy around the house with a post-it note of "I love you" ,"I'm so proud of you" ,"you are unstoppable", and "You are so amazing". He loves to cook and starts making your favorite dishes more than normal. Mick will write you little love letters and leave them in your car and around your office to find before he has to leave and he makes sure to have your favorite flowers delivered with a note attached of "We may be miles apart, but you know I'm always with you in your heart".

~ You both hate being the first one to let go during hugs because you never want to let go before the other one incase they need you more

~ It's you and Mick making cookies at 3am and Mick's already eaten half the cookie dough before you get them in the oven

~ You and Mick going to Universal Studios and taking the cutest couples pictures in y'alls robes

~ It's Mick wanting to go in sick for training, but you standing in the door with your arms crossed and "If you so much as get out of that bed in this condition I'm going to tie you up and not in the way you like it" while bringing him homemade soup that's a family recipe

~ "Y/N I can't say that it's mean" "Okay I'll say it for you"

~ You love sharing new fun facts you learn with Mick and he loves listening to them all, even if they are not something he's interested in.

~ You always keeping your study/office cold because it helps you think, but you keep a blanket tucked away for Mick because you know he gets cold

~ You always reading when you go on trips with each other and you are a hard core smut reader with the poker face of a professional while Mick is playing angry birds on his phone or reading a book on learning a new language and him having a heart attack after taking a glance at the paragraph you were reading

~ Overhearing someone smart off to Mick about how he'll never be as good as his father and you're already halfway to their car to put a gallon of sugar in the gas tank and anchovies on the engine

~ Mick freaking out that you forgot to eat while you were going on day three of a work worm hole

~ You stalking Mick's internet history to see what he's been searching for and buying him the gifts he won't buy for himself

~ Mick loving when you read your books to him as you guys are going to bed

~ You constantly reassuring Mick that it's okay to cut toxic people out of his life because he needs to feel loved too and you can't stand watching someone hurt him

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Event | A Postman Delivering Your Feelings | Episode 9

Tsuzuru: Guy-san and I have finished changing, so we’re ready to go on stage now.

Guy: Since all the seats but the ones in the front row are free, it seems that more people have come to see our performance with their families than just the usual fans of the company. 

Yuki: True. It does seem like there’s a pretty wide range of ages.

Sakyo: So you were able to successfully resolve that fight from earlier, Takato?

Tasuku: Yeah, they were able to work things out.

Misumi: Thank you for working so hard to serve customers while I was away from the booth, Masumi!

Masumi: It’s not like I really did that much, I had Director helping me out a bit, and all that really matters is that you managed to sort things out.

Izumi: I’m not only grateful for Misumi-kun and Tasuku-san, but I’m also grateful for the rest of you guys for being so adaptable and accommodating while those two were gone. So, thanks, everyone.

Izumi: The audience is a little different from the kind we’re used to, but make sure to have fun performing like you always do, okay?

Misumi: ‘Kaaay! We’re off!

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Play Cast

Masumi - Riffle

Tsuzuru - Man/Lease

Yuki - Stamp

Misumi - Letra

Tasuku - Tiga

Guy - Carta

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Izumi: (A city in the near future filled with advanced technology. The young people living here have almost never used the post office.)

Izumi: (The number of post offices and their employees has been decreasing over the years, and letters sent out to the post offices are usually delivered by the office’s employees until the end of the day.)

Izumi: (Our story focuses on Letra and Riffle, who are working as new employees after easily getting the job due to the office’s understaffing.)

Envelope: “How many days did it take you to deliver that letter from the other day?”

Riffle: “I mean, the place was pretty far away, so.”

Envelope: “Regardless, it arrived way too late. What the hell were you doing…?”

Letra: “Whoa, Envelope-san’s really scary. I’m really glad that Tiga-san is my mentor!”

Stamp: “You’re supposed to call them senpai.”

Stamp: “Anyway, Tiga-senpai isn’t really all that different from Envelope-senpai, though.”

Letra: “He’s at least nicer when he gets mad!”

Stamp: “Maybe you should just stop doing things that make him mad in the first place.”

Stamp: “Letters are really important, so get going! And do it accurately! Make sure it gets delivered properly.”

Letra: “Hmph~, you’re only one year older than me, but you’re already so good at this, Stamp~.”

Tiga: “Stamp’s right. Both you and Riffle need to learn to stop taking detours and start taking your deliveries more seriously.”

Carta: “Even though Stamp is a newer employee, she knows just how important letters are and works very diligently.”

Carta: “That’s what we’re expecting from you and Riffle, Letra.”

Letra: “Got it, Chief Carta.”

Letra: “...That said~, I don’t even really know what a letter is exactly…”

Izumi: (New delivery employees usually deliver things together with the guidance of a senior employee, but sometimes they get to go out on their own to make deliveries.)

Izumi: (Taking letters by hand to places they’ve never heard of and heading in completely different directions after roughly deciding which way they’re supposed to go…)

Izumi: (The two newbies continue to do their work adequately every day.)

Letra: “Which house does this letter need to be delivered to~? Riffle, look for it with your binoculars!”

Riffle: “Got it. I’ll check right away.”

*Phone buzzes*

Riffle: “!”

Riffle: “…”

Letra: “Hm? Wasn’t that your terminal just now, Riffle?”

Riffle: “...It’s fine. Probably just someone trying to ask about my car’s extended warranty or something.”

Letra: “Huuuh…?”

Izumi: (One day, Letra and Tiga return from a long-distance delivery and are greeted by Stamp.)

Stamp: “Welcome back. Everyone’s doing deliveries right now. I’m just about to head out to do a delivery too, so if anyone shows us, make sure to deal with them. Later.”

Letra: “Okay, got it, see you later.”

Man: “…Um, excuse me…”

Tiga: “There’s a customer. Letra, you go help him.”

Letra: “Got it. …Hello~, do you have something to be delivered?”

Man: “I’d like to have this letter delivered, but…”

Letra: “You’ve even got a stamp on it. Alright, here, allow me to deliver it for you.”

Man: “…Wait, really?”

Letra: “? Yeah, I mean, that’s my job, so…”

Man: “Right. Then… please deliver this for me.”

*Man runs off*

Letra: “We hope you come again.”

Letra: “Okay, and the destination is… Huh, that’s…”

Tiga: “What’s wrong?”

Letra: “Nothing, just… It looks like it’s just addressed to Riffle instead of having a delivery address, but…”

Letra: “A letter for Riffle from someone who doesn’t even know his address, doesn’t it make that guy seem kinda suspicious…?”

Tiga: “...We’re not the ones to be the judge of that. Let’s go talk to the Chief.”

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Carta: “A letter addressed to Riffle? And the sender is…”

Carta: “...I see. Well, I supposed it’s time for him to face it.”

Carta: “Can you please give this letter to Riffle?”

Izumi: (Leaving the Chief’s office while nodding their heads, Letra asks Tiga if he knows anything about Riffle.)

Izumi: (Tiga also doesn’t have many of the details, but he tells Letra about the circumstances that led to Envelope becoming Riffle’s mentor.)

Izumi: (Having been told to give the letter to him, Letra gives it to Riffle when he returns from his delivery.)

Letra: “Riffle, I was told to deliver this letter to you.”

Riffle: “…Gh!”

*Riffle runs off*

Letra: “Wait, Riffle…!?”

Izumi: (Riffle reads the letter, gets upset, and crushes the letter in his hand as he leaves without saying a word. And the following day, he calls in sick…)

Izumi: (At first, they thought Riffle would come back soon, but a whole month passed and he still hadn’t returned.)

Izumi: (Letra then goes to ask the Chief when he’ll be back.)

Carta: “...I’ve been treating it as a leave of absence, however, Riffle has actually handed in his letter of resignation. It’s very possible that he won’t come back.”

Letra: “What…!?”

Letra: “But we came to this post office together… What’s the big deal, Riffle…!?”

Izumi: (At first, Letra wasn’t so sure about him, but gradually, he started to get to know Riffle more.)

Letra: “That guy who sent him the letter’s gotta know something. I remember the sender’s address. I’m gonna go and pay that guy a visit…!”

Letra: “If that’s what I’m deciding to do then… Excuse me, Tiga-senpai! I wanna take the day off today…”

Tiga: “...You’re planning on tracking down the person who sent Riffle the letter, aren’t you?”

Letra: “Uegh… Busted…”

Envelope: “If that’s where you’re headed, one day won’t be enough. I’ll approve three days of leave for you.”

Envelope: “...Please bring back Riffle. Even someone like him can end up being a cute kouhai.”

Letra: “Envelope-senpai… Yeah, leave it to me! I’m headed out now!

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Letra: “I dunno why you had to come along even though I would’ve been fine on my own, Tiga-senpai.”

Tiga: “Because I’m worried about you being on your own.”

Letra: “Hmph. Anyway, this area is pretty rural. One day really wouldn’t have been enough…”

Tiga: “The address of the house we’re headed to is over there.”

Letra: “Wait, here!? That’s a really big house! That’s obviously some sorta super-rich guy’s mansion!”

Man: “...Huh?”

Man & Letra: “Ah, it’s you!” 

Izumi: (Letra tells the man about how Riffle saw the letter and resigned. Tiga is stunned by how direct he is…)

Man: “No way, did he really…?”

Letra: “How do you know Riffle?”

Lease: “My name’s Lease. Riffle is my little brother.”

Letra: “You’re Riffle’s big bro!? Wait, so Riffle’s some super loaded rich kid!?” 

Lease: “He’s always been treated like a failure by our family…”

Lease: “I promised that as his older brother, I’d always be there to protect and help him, but I couldn’t keep my promise because I was sent to study abroad to be educated as the family’s heir.” 

Letra: “I never knew that about Riffle…”

Lease: “We kept in touch at first, but then things got busy and we just sort of naturally stopped talking.”

Lease: “And when I finally came back just recently from studying abroad, Riffle was gone from home.”

Lease: “I looked into things and found out that he was being treated even worse after I had left.”

Lease: “I think he sent me a letter before he left home, but no one at home ever delivered it to me.”

Letra: “Oh, I see… But I wonder why Riffle went outta his way to send a letter instead of just messaging you.”

Lease: “I was always so busy every day that I didn’t have the time to take the time to talk to him, so I’ve basically been communicating with Riffle through letters ever since we were little.”

Tiga: “For Riffle, those letters were probably the only way he could really talk to his older brother. They were probably like an emotional support for him.”

Letra: “Those letters were important to Riffle…?”

Tiga: “I’d say probably.”

Lease: “But I didn’t have the courage to meet up with Riffle and face him directly… That’s why I sent him such a bland, innocuous letter.”

Tiga: “Is that so…”

Letra: “...I never woulda thought that Riffle’s upbringing was worse than mine.”

Letra: “I get it now. Riffle was treating letters so carelessly despite being someone who’d know the importance of them because he was betrayed by them.”

Letra: “...Lease-san. If you think about it as being for Riffle’s sake, can you please write him a letter with all your thoughts and feelings about him in it?”

Lease: “But…”

Letra: “Do you want how things are with Riffle now to stay the way they are?”

Lease: “...No, I don’t want that… Got it, I’ll write one right away. Please wait for me at that cafe over there.”

Izumi: (And so, while on the way back after receiving the letter from Lease…)

Letra: “I wonder why Riffle even became a delivery person.”

Tiga: “This is just speculation, but… My guess would be that he couldn’t let go of his memories of his brother, or maybe that he still had hope for his brother in a letter… Or something like that.”

Letra: “I see… For some reason, I feel like it might be both of those things for Riffle…”

Izumi: (As soon as they arrive at the post office, Letra makes his way straight to Riffle’s house. He thought that Tiga would be coming with him, but…)

Tiga: “No, I think it’s best if you go alone, Letra. We’ll be waiting for you at the post office tomorrow. Now, go and give Riffle his older brother’s thoughts and feelings.”

Letra: “Yeah, got it.”

Letra: “Time for me to send the thoughts and feelings of a loved one to Riffle properly.”

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[yellowkitkieran]

To Have and To Heal (Part 10)

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Read part 1 here

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?

Rain has never bothered you. It's part of the reason you don't mind living in London. Your family has never understood your love of gloomy weather, but once the clouds clear and the sun peeks out, it feels like a fresh start. 

The promise of a warm summer has hung in the air the past three days. Sunlight warmed your skin when you walked to work this morning, having skipped the train in favor of soaking up the first bits of sunshine. By lunch the skies had darkened and clouds hung low in the sky. At the final bell, children complained about how the weather betrayed them and decided to pour just as they finished up their lessons. 

The dreary weather means you have more students than normal in the gymnasium, with their parents calling last minute to request they be picked up instead of walking home in the storm. You flit from table to table, from desk to desk while you manage signing students out as parents arrive, tying shoes, and divvying up Legos to keep everyone happy. You aren't able to sit and catch your breath until your normal stragglers remain, each of whom are picked up one by one until only Atla remains. 

You glance out the rain streaked window as a clap of thunder sounds outside, shaking the pane with the force of it. Atla yelps, dropping her marker and leaving a hot pink streak through her drawing. Her head hangs in her hands before you're off your seat, clearly distraught at the sudden storm and the seemingly earth shattering sounds of nature.

"Oh, it's alright Attie," you soothe her, your instincts kicking in as you come over to comfort her. Her tiny frame is shaking like a leaf on a tree when you put an arm around her to tuck her to your side, swaying her gently. "Your papa will be here soon to pick you up, I'm sure. It's just a storm, there's nothing to be afraid of. It can't hurt you as long as you're with a grown up. And I'm here, so I promise to look after you."

"Please call pa," Atla whispers, needing more than you can provide her at that moment. A child asking for their parent isn't something you take offense to; mums and dads are their first line of defense when the world gets scary. 

"I'll give him a call," you promise. What you don't tell Atla is that you already tried calling Martin twenty minutes ago and he didn't pick up. You try again now with the same result, despite crossing your fingers and praying for the opposite. 

Thinking back to your date, Martin was terrified of the rain then. The terror in his voice then had confused you, but clearly has some deeper meaning.

It would make sense that he's waiting at home for it to let up, or might be caught in traffic somewhere? Either way, perhaps you can do him a favor and take Atla home for him. Martin's schedule is hectic as it is; doing this small favor for him may put a much needed smile on his face. 

"Atla, do you have a house key for papa house?" 

Atla nods against your chest, "ja. In my bag."

Perfect, it's like the universe is encouraging you. Smiling to yourself you pull out your phone and type up a message. 

Hey, it seems like you're running late and that's fine! I'll take Alta home for you, I know you're probably busy so I'll take that off your plate. The custodian wants to close down the gym, so I'll just pack up and hang out with Attie at yours until you get home :)

You don't get a response in the fifteen minutes it takes you to clean up your mess in the gymnasium. Figuring it's fine regardless, you grab Atla's backpack, take her hand and lead her to the office, instructing her to wait while you bring your car to the front. Once parked under the awning you get out and double check the car seat you've thankfully left in after your nephew's visit before bringing Atla out and getting her settled. 

"Ready to go see your papa?" You ask, smiling at her as you do up the buckle. 

"Ready," Atla murmurs, warily watching the rainwater drip off the building. Fears aren't genetic as far as you know. It's odd that both father and daughter don't care for storms, but you think nothing of it as you hop in the car and punch in Martin's address, having gotten it from Atla's emergency contact form at the school. 

A few songs into your Disney playlist, Atla seems to forget all about the rain as she sings along to her heart's content. You have half a mind to take a video to show Martin how she dances in the backseat but you know better and focus on the road instead. Conditions aren't terrible with the rain slowly beginning to break, thankfully, so you press the button on your steering wheel to answer your phone when it rings halfway into the drive. 

"Martin? Hey! I'm not sure if you saw my message but I'm almost-"

"Where is my daughter?" Martin cuts in with a voice harsher than rocks tumbling in a steel drum, loud and rough through the car speakers. "I'm at the school and she's not here. Where did you take her?" 

If you had known Martin would be this upset, you would've told the custodian to buzz off and waited for him. You hadn't expected him to react like you'd kidnapped her. 

Meeting Atla's wide, pleading eyes in the mirror, you understand a little about why she hates this weather- it's a learned behavior. So you smile at her and try your best to remain calm, making a scary situation less intimidating. "You're on speaker Mar, Atla is safe and sound with me. You can say hello if you want to."

Martin does a complete flip, his voice now sweet as honey as he addresses his daughter. "Attie, papa's gonna be right there to come get you, søta. Går det bra med deg?"

"Ja, papa. Jeg har det bra." Atla's words are shaky and broken, like she's struggling to force them past her trembling lips. You want nothing more than to throttle Martin for instilling such fear in his daughter when only minutes ago she had been having the time of her life.

"Jeg elsker deg, Atla. I'll only be a few minutes okay?" Martin switches again when he addresses you. "Take me off speaker."

You do as Martin asks and prop your phone between your shoulder and your ear, "Martin I don't understand, I'm sorry for just driving her but I sent you a message. I figured I'd just take this off your plate because you don't like driving in this weather-" 

"And there's a damn good reason I don't," Martin half growls. "Pull over right now and tell me where you are. Don't move another inch with my daughter in your car."

"Mar, I'm a fine driver." You laugh, half suspecting this is some sort of ill-thought out prank. "I'll have her home in ten minutes, safe and sound. Just meet me at yours?"

"Stop the damn car!" 

Martin's shout startles you into obeying. You pull over without hesitating, throwing on your hazard lights and putting the car in park. 

"Okay," you whisper, trying to keep yourself together for Atla's sake. "Alright, I've stopped. I'll send you my location and you can come grab her. I'm sorry Martin, I didn't mean to upset you." 

"You did a damn good job of upsetting me without meaning to then." You feel scolded, scorned and humiliated all at the same time, like some nasty cocktail of negativity. "You're lucky I don't call the school and have you placed under review."

Tears prick your eyes. Martin's cruelty has come out of left field and knocked you off balance. You won't cry in front of Atla though, not when she's already silently crying and shaking in her seat. 

"I really am sorry, Martin. I wouldn't have driven her if I had known."

"Whatever. I'll be there in ten minutes."

After Martin hangs up, you aren't sure what to do with yourself. Rain spatters the windshield as you stare out, occasionally cleared away by the automated wipers. An emptyness trickles in where adoration resided moments prior. 

That's not your Martin. Your Martin doesn't leverage his wealth and position to manipulate people. Maybe… you don't know him as well as you thought you did. You've seen it before, haven't you? Guy pretends to be perfect for a few dates, you finally agree to join him at his place after dinner and he turns out to be a total ass. In the beginning you thought you'd struck gold with Martin… it seems now that you were probably wrong.

God, what a fucking nightmare. 

You allow yourself a minute to feel, to be a normal human before you package your emotions into a box and shove them into a dusty corner of yourself. Atla needs you right now, you can't afford to break apart at the seams. 

You paste on a soft smile and turn around in your seat to face her. "Hey, I have an idea. Do you want to play a game?"

Atla sniffles and wipes her toddler sized fist across her eyes. "Sure. What game." Her voice is flat, wavering at the end. She tries to put on a brave face, though Atla is always safe with you. You make it your mission to get a smile out of her, distracting yourself from the dread twisting in your gut. 

"What about 'count the chickens?' I bet you'll love it!"

"There's no chickens here," Atla mumbles, though you can see her brain working as her blue eyes flit around the car. She's so much like her father then, trying to suss out your meaning with context clues before you can explain, that it makes your heart clench. 

"Not yet," you agree, "but when I do this…" You grab a small sandwich bag from the seat pocket in front of her. The paper chickens inside bounce when you shake the bag, and she smiles softly. 

"Count the chickens. I like chickens," Atla murmurs, her hands settling on top of the hardcover book you place in her lap to serve as a tray. It's a simple game you created to occupy your nephew on car rides that doubles as a learning tool, teaching them to count in one's, twos and fives.

"Blue chickens count as two, purple chickens count as one, and the chicken with the gold eyes is five, okay?" When Atla nods, you pour the small pieces onto the book and let her begin to sort. Her eyebrows slowly knit together as she tries to keep track in her head, occasionally stopping to use her fingers as she reaches the higher numbers. Together you lose track of time, adding and subtracting when you take the paper chickens away from her piles and move them around. 

Headlights flash behind your car. Atla barely notices the door open, but she does cry out when Martin abruptly takes away the makeshift tray and throws it to the seat next to her. 

"Pa! I was playing-"

"You can play later," Martin says, his voice a harsh grate on your eardrums. Gone is the soft, caring man you were slowly falling for. He is replaced by a hardened, unforgiving man who seems set to burst at the seams as he struggles to get Atla's buckles undone. You're too terrified of causing another outburst to offer any sort of help, not even as rain begins to soak the back of Martin's shirt to turn the bright Arsenal red a darker, ominous crimson. 

"Faen- these damn straps-" when Martin finally wretches Atla free, he quickly gathers his daughter in his arms and kisses the top of her head. He cradles her carefully to his chest, mumbling something in Norwegian to her while trying his best to shield her from the rain. 

"It's wet, pa." 

Atla's statement of the obvious finally spurs Martin into action. He leaves your car door wide open as he heads back to his Audi, so you get out to grab Atla's bag and close it behind you, carefully trailing in his footsteps. You maintain a safe distance, dreading another snap. 

"I love you," Martin murmurs to Atla once she's safely in his own car. "Papa loves you so so much." 

"I love you too papa," Atla answers. "Can we play count the chickens with Miss. Sunshine when we get home?" 

Martin goes rigid, as if remembering your presence for the first time. "Not today, søta. Maybe another time." It's a lie and you both know it. Martin clearly has no intention of fulfilling that offer. He straightens, closes the door, and turns to you. Water drips from the hair hanging in his eyes, splashing to the puddles at your feet. He's only a few inches taller than you but right now that difference feels like lightyears. Martin seems to tower over you. You've not thought of his broad shoulders and muscular build as intimidating until now, when the sheer bulk of him is staring you down.

"I- I'm sorry, Mar. I had no idea."

Martin's words are clipped when he speaks, "it says right in her file, there's only three people authorized to drive her and you aren't one of them. I know you aren't me, so is your name Charlotte Evers, Kieran Tierney, or did you not read that bit?"

"Of course I read it," you say, perplexed by how he's speaking to you, like you are a lowly peasant and he a king. "I just thought that it was fine because it was me-"

"Oh right, it's you so my instructions don't matter? It's you, little Miss. Sunshine, so the rules don't apply. You can just load kids up in your car and drop them off at home like some shuttle service, no permission slip or written consent needed!" It would be easy to blame Martin's anger on the weather if he didn't seem to hate you so thoroughly at that moment. The ire in his eyes has you shrinking, feeling impossibly small under the weight of his disappointment. 

"I don't understand," you murmur, ignoring the tears mixing with the rain on your cheeks. "We're dating, I-" Martin scoffs and your stomach flips. "I mean, I just thought I'd save you the trouble. I know you hate bad weather and I didn't think it would be an issue. I don't understand why it's blown up in my face like this?"

"No, you wouldn't understand. You didn't go through what we went through." Martin yanks open the driver's door, pausing with one foot inside. "Don't ever pull something like this again."

Stunned, confused, and hurt beyond words, you don't move as Martin clamors in and drives away. You conclude that Martin must be living in a movie- Martin's evil twin is who you just saw, not the man himself. Marcus would be his name, or maybe Matthew- but whoever that was, it wasn't the Martin that you know. 

You drive under the speed limit the rest of the way home. You operate on autopilot whilst getting ready for bed. Fresh pajamas from the drawer, hair pulled back while you wash your face, music low while you apply moisturizer. You jump each time you think you hear your phone vibrate. Of course, it's only a phantom. 

Rain patters your windows, reflecting the sorrow that's taken root in your soul. Your unease regarding Martin's anger festers like an infected wound. His words replay in your head, keeping you up late into the night. 

Martin doesn't message you, not once, before you fall into a fitful sleep plagued by golden chickens and flash floods.

*********

I'm sorry for last night. Can we talk?

I know I was out of line. Solskin, please. Let me apologize. 

You don't acknowledge Martin's messages on Thursday, sent early in the morning only a few minutes apart. Perhaps he feels guilty for how he treated you, which honestly he should. You won't allow someone to verbally push you around like he had, heat of the moment or not.

Will you come to my match on Saturday? I'll explain everything afterwards if you do. Please at least let me do that before you cut me out

When you don't reply, another comes Friday afternoon: I'm sorry. I know you can't see me but I'm on my knees trying to beg for your forgiveness. What do I need to do? Name your price, I'll do anything for five minutes of your time. Please just tell me you'll listen?

Okay… maybe you feel a touch bad for leaving Martin on read after that one. But your guilt is almost immediately wiped away by the reminder of how small and miserable you felt in Martin's presence that day in the rain. 

On Saturday, you've fully decided to stay home on the sofa and avoid the match before Martin messages you: there's a ticket waiting for you at the window. If you want to come. It's for my box, Attie will be there with her nanny, I'm sure they'd love the company.

Another message, an hour before kick off: please come. Please please please let me see you after the match, solskin.

You don't leave your house, because you're unsure how to feel about the Norwegian. After he blew up on you, do you truly trust him? Do you believe that it was a one off event, not something that will be repeated in the future? Yes, he'd seemed terrified, and that's excusable. But to wait this long to apologize, even if he's sent you three bouquets of flowers and a heap of chocolates in the meantime, doesn't negate how you felt that night. 

When noon rolls around, you debate switching on the Arsenal vs. Chelsea match just to see if Martin is off his game or not. You don't of course, because you respect yourself far too much to do so. You reorganize your bookshelves instead, giving your main room a much needed face-lift. 

A few hours later, you're still restless. Your fingers itch with the need to grab your phone and check the score or see if a certain someone has messaged you. The willpower it takes to leave the device facedown on the counter amazes you. You don't glance at it once until you've exhausted your energy with a deep clean of your kitchen, going so far as to scrub around your phone without moving it.

Once you've collapsed into bed, you fold. As you scroll through your feed, news of the match is unavoidable. Martin played terribly, leaving Arsenal fans up in arms over their captain's shoddy performance. 

Good, he deserved it. 

Guilt wracks through your bones as soon as the thought crosses your mind. Yes, Martin had been cruel, but that doesn't mean he deserves your cruelty in return. You find yourself lost down a rabbit hole, clicking article after article regarding the day's outcome. With each one the dread in your gut grows until it's a physical thing, twisting your stomach into knots and leaving you feeling ill. 

Finally, you find the strength to tear your eyes from the traitorous screen that almost has you feeling sorry for Martin. Almost, until you remember what he'd said and the malice that had lined his normally gorgeous features. 

Deal with it on Wednesday, that's your solution. As you eyes close and you drift off to sleep, you resolve to leave it alone until then, when you cannot avoid Martin any longer.

**********

Tardiness is becoming somewhat of a habit of Martin's, you're discovering. Atla is oblivious, like always, unperturbed by the lack of her peers as they are picked up by parents and guardians, one by one, until she is the only one left in the gymnasium. 

You peek outside and note the dots of precipitation on the sidewalk. That all too familiar dread begins to build, gaining momentum as rain patters lightly on the grass, though you quell it before it raises into a tidal wave. 

You've learned your lesson. You won't be leaving this building until Martin himself shows his face. 

The bright pearl of Atla's voice from behind you tears your attention from the dreary weather and the memories it carries. "Miss Sunshine, will you play a game with me?" 

You let the heavy door close, locking out any and all discomfort from your mind. "Of course I will, what do you want to play?"

Atla holds up a deck of cards that you know is printed with different pairs of animals. "Go fish? I like that one."

"Go ahead and deal the cards, do you remember how I showed you last week?" When Atla nods, you smile and twist your limbs to join her at the plastic, toddler sized picnic table she has chosen to sit at. With marker-stained hands, Atla fumbles through the cards until she has made two haphazard piles of five each, then lays the remainder of the stack face down between you. She fans the cards out in her hands so she can see them all, her tint tongue poking out in concentration as she struggles to hold them all at once. 

"Do you have a puppy?" Atla asks, and frowns when you shake your head. She draws a card, adds it to her hand, and waits expectantly for your inquiry. 

"Do you have… a yellow fish?"

"Uh-uh."

"Orange monkey?" 

"Yes, here you go. Ask another."

"Umm… green tiger?"

You go back and forth for three rounds of the game, temporarily distracted from the storm raging inside you. It's unfair of Martin to expect you to wait here, like he's some sort of king. Does he think the world revolves around him and him only? As the minutes tick by, your frustration with the man grows. 

Atla gets precious little time with her father. The longer he leaves her here with you, the less time she has to spend with quite possibly her favorite person on earth. Martin should know better; he should be on time, or at least have the decency to let you know when he'll be late. 

"How about-"

You're cut off by a light, nervous cough off to your left. Atla drops her cards immediately, clumsily clamoring from the picnic table to run to her father. At least, that's who you assume it is- you don't deign to spare the new arrival a single glance.

"Papa!" Suspicions confirmed, then. "I missed you- what's for dinner? Can we get McDonald's?"

"We can get whatever you like, søta." You hate the low, loving timber of Martin's voice at that moment. Why can't he be as terrible as the man you've molded him into in your head? It would be easier to get over him and move on if he were. "Do papa a favor, can you help Miss. Sunshine clean up all the balls in the gym? Papa needs to talk to her for a minute."

"Okay- are those for her? She likes sunflowers," Atla notes, and you sigh internally. If Martin thinks another bunch of flowers will smooth things over, you're about to prove him wrong. You cannot be won over with material gifts, not after what he'd done.

A pair of black Adidas hedge into your vision. You keep your eyes trained on the yellow-tinged wooden floor, tracing the lines of the indoor football pitch rather than acknowledge him. Martin shifts his weight from foot to foot, possibly expecting an invitation to sit or a greeting- neither of which you offer him. Perhaps it's childish to do so; if it is, you'll blame your profession but make no effort to correct the behavior. 

"Hello," Martin offers carefully, "can I join you?" You leave him standing there, waiting for your answer with baited breath. Every nerve and muscle in your body screams at you to loosen your jaw and let the affirmation slip, but your pride refuses to let Martin win so easily. So you make him work for it, wait for that slight tinge of embarrassed blush to appear on the apples of his cheeks before you sigh and flourish a bored hand. 

"I guess," you mumble, doing your best to ignore the way Martin immediately jumps at the opportunity. It takes him three tries to properly fit his toned calves and muscled thighs under the low plastic table, and you hate that you notice that. You ignore the flowers wrapped in brown paper that now sit between you, a spot of sunshine in the otherwise gloomy atmosphere. "What do you want?"

"I want to properly apologize. But I can't do that if you won't look at me." The glint off the face of Martin's expensive watch catches your eye as he extends his fingers to graze the back of your hand. You try and fail to quench the sparks that fizzle over your skin at the simple touch. You've missed him- not that you'll admit it in a million years. 

You shouldn't look up. Because if you do, you know you'll melt the second you see any hint of sadness in the oceans of blue you've come to love in such a short time. You're terrified to see Martin's downturned lips, the same lips that have clouded your mind for weeks. To kiss them would be-

No. No, you won't go down that path. 

But you do fold in the sense that you find your eyes betraying your brain, slowly cataloging him from the chest up until you finally reach his own eyes. They soften, that beautiful blue now a muted, cloudy gray. 

"Hey," is Martin's croaked attempt at diffusing the tension. It crackles in the air like static before a lightning strike, heavy and full. 

"You wanted to apologize." Your counter is dull and flat, lacking any of the hope that Martin's syllable carried with it. 

"I do. And I know these flowers aren't enough to make up for it, but I wanted you to have them anyway. Did you get the others that I-"

"Yes," you interrupt, not wanting the reminder. 

"Oh." Martin fiddles with the paper wrapping, tearing small bits of it away to twist in his fingers. "Well- I'm sorry for how I acted last week. I panicked and I had to protect Atla, and I know I can never say anything to make it right but I truly am sorry. I've felt terrible the entire week."

"Are you going to tell me why?" 

Martin's brow furrows. "Why I felt terrible? Because-"

"No, that's not what I meant." You sigh, pressing the thumb of your right hand into the palm of your left. "I mean, are you going to tell me why you hate rain so much?"

Martin goes quiet, as if the question blindsides him. He seems to forget you then, staring off into space. His face twists with some forlorn memory, staring down a myriad of emotions until he finally murmurs, "not here." 

It's the softness of the words that catches you off guard. They're spoken around shards of glass that shred at his throat as they claw free. There is so much more he leaves unspoken, strung between you on the thin thread of a silent promise of another time, another place. 

The pain in Martin's delicate, angelic features gives you pause as well, your heart aching for him despite your desire to remain scorned. You can't hang him out in the cold, not when he looks like he may fall apart at any second. You're nearly overcome with the need to reach out and touch him, to pull him in for a hug and not let go until he's found his happiness again. 

"Okay," you whisper, tipping your head to put yourself in Martin's line of sight. When his eyes focus, you offer him a reassuring quirk of your lips and damn yourself in the process. 

"I could cook dinner? Tomorrow night- Kieran wants to take Atla to see a film anyway, so she'll be occupied. I can explain then?"

"That sounds fine, Mar. I'll give you one more chance, alright? Just the one."

You simply can't say no to Martin Ødegaard. 

"I promise I won't mess up."

[niabang]

The Summer it Came True

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Pairing: Bangchan × black female reader named Kel

Word Count: 1489

I had to do some research for this since I don't live in Australia and it was interesting finding out that summer in Australia starts in December.

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You were in your beach home alone during summer, stuck at your desk working from dusk till dawn. Pathetic.

But you couldn't stop working. You had to create designs for a new collection the company was going to launch early next year, and nothing you drew seemed to be what you envisioned. The creative juices weren't flowing for some reason, but it was December, and you had to have designs ready by the end of the month.

You stayed in your mini office all day, tearing up papers, crumpling them up into balls, and eventually throwing them away. Why couldn't you get it right? You decided to call the one friend you had, which was CJ, for advice. Yes, CJ, the supermodel who was always on the cover of vogue magazines.

You guys got close after he was hired to style one of your collections, and it turns out you were the same age and had a lot in common. You instantly hit it off, and you've been kind of inseparable ever since.

The phone rang, but no one answered, which was kind of expected since it was summer and he'd be getting gigs left and right. He was probably getting on a plane leaving Australia as we speak.

You put on a hoodie and a face mask and decided to go out for a drive to clear my head (you didn't want to get approached by a rando on the street asking if they could get free clothes), and that was when you saw the building that made you remember him. The stadium he was going to perform in in a few weeks was just a few minutes' drive from your beach house. How convenient.

You wanted to see him again. You wanted to see him again and ask him why he left for years without letting you know.

You wanted to know why he was the reason you were never happy in any of your attempted relationships. Part of you hated him for it, but another part wanted to see him and embrace him in a tight hug. You missed him.

As you were driving, you decided to stop by a few stores to get a few things, so you found yourself in this mini mart getting Lays chips. It was just you and the cashier in there, which was reasonable since it was almost midnight.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw someone else enter the store. This person was dressed in all black. Black hoodie, black shorts, black shoes and socks, black hat, and even a black face mask. You were kind of twinning, but at least you had some colour on you and didn't look like you were going to pull out a gun out of your back pocket at any moment.

That was honestly kind of scary to you because why would someone dressed as a black ops agent be wandering around at this time of the night.

You decided it was time for you to get going so you turned the other way to avoid bumping into black ops guy but you probably didn't think before you acted or even look properly to see where they were in the store and before you could make any sudden movements you bumped into something hard and your chips were scattered across the floor.

"I'm so sorry, let me help you." The person dressed in all black said to you.

Oh, so it was a guy... Why did his voice kind of sound familiar? He kind of sounded like- no, it can't be, there's no way. You quickly brushed those stupid thoughts out of your head.

"No, don't be. I was the one who wasn't looking where I was going. I should be the one saying sorry." You replied.

As you bent down to pick up your multiple bags of chips, he bent down along with you to help, and all it took was a brief moment for your eyes to meet for all chaos to ensue.

"Kel?" He said with a shocked look on his face. It was HIM. He was the only one who called you Kel. Other people called you Kelly. He started calling you after your forced playdate at the beach. He said Kelly was too tasking of a name to say all the time, and anytime you saw each other after that, it was always "Hi Kel." You acted like you hated it, but you never wanted him to stop calling you that. What was he doing here? And why now?

"CHAN?!"

You said at the top of your lungs, and he quickly made the "shh" sign with his index finger. Boy, it was only the two of us in this store, and you're shushing me for what? You said to yourself.

"Why- What are you doing here?" You stumbled over my words a bit.

"You don't seem too happy to see me after how long has it been exactly? Thirteen years?" He had now pulled down his mask so you could see his face. God, he was beautiful.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think I was supposed to jump in your arms after you left without a trace for thirteen years." You snapped back.

He looked kind of hurt after you said that, and you yourself didn't know where your sudden vocal confidence was coming from because you were shaking like a wet dog under your hoodie.

"When you put it that way... It was honestly kind of an ass move. I'm sorry, but in my defence, I signed a contract. I wasn't allowed to let anyone except my family know that I was leaving." He defended himself.

You had now both gotten up from the floor of the store, and the fallen bags of chips were long forgotten as you engaged each other in conversation.

"The K-pop industry is really secretive, isn't it?" The sentence had already left my mouth before you could realise what you had just said.

"Yes, it is... Wait, how did you know?" Great, now you looked like a maniacal stalker who was keeping tabs on him for the past thirteen years.

"I saw you on TV last month when you announced your tour with your group. I was shocked, to say the least. And why are you shocked that I know who you are? Isn't that like the whole point of being a celebrity?"

He stood there in silence watching you speak with a cocked eyebrow like you were saying things that made absolutely no sense.

"What?" You asked him. The expression on his face made you question if you were saying proper sentences or just yapping nonsense the whole time.

"Nothing, you just look so different. I would have barely recognised you if it wasn't for mini Kel."

"Mini Kel." You chucked a bit at the name. You hadn't heard that in ages. That was what he called the mole you had on the outer corner of your right eye. You always hated that mole and planned to remove it when you got older, but after he gave it that nickname, it was one of the things you loved most about my facial features.

"Are you two buying anything? I have to lock up shop. It's past midnight." The cashier's loud voice knocked you out of your little daydream, and you suddenly remembered your poor little chip bags that were sprawled on the floor.

"Oh yes, I am. Sorry for keeping you waiting. Let me just pick these up from the floor." You picked up your chips and made your way to the pay point. Chan met you there with a canned drink in his hand and you both paid for your stuff and left the building.

As you got outside, it felt weird you guys just going our separate ways after our little reunion, so you decided to strike up a conversation even though all you wanted to do was get into your car and scream.

"So what brings you here if tour doesn't start till next year?" You asked the burning question in your mind.

"The boys and I were all given individual breaks to go spend summer and Christmas with our families before we start travelling around the world." He explained to you.

You didn't end up talking for that long, but the conversation ended with you guys exchanging numbers, and as you were saving his number, you saw that you still had his old number saved. You were really down bad for this man to still have his number saved after 13 years of him being Μ.Ι.Α.

You parted ways, and you drove home that night, smiling to yourself. You still had feelings for this man after 13 years. How did this make any sense?

You didn't know the journey you were in for over the course of the next few weeks.

[valhallaas]

Out To Get You

Chapter Two - October 26th

Masterlist

pairing: bob floyd x poppy!reader

summary: death was surrounding you. why were you the only one seeing it? it was all tied to you. when your friends started getting phone calls, and the sudden disappearances, it didn’t take you long to figure it out.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni) some themes may be upsetting, this is a slasher fic. there’s going to be gore. death. blood. violence. horror. (eventual) smut.

a/n: here it is! chapter two!!! i hope you like it!

The rain starts early Monday morning. Your throat tightens at the sight of the flashing cameras and news vans surrounding the entrance of the base. A bunch of reporters are standing around giving different news reports.

“North Island Naval Air Station was devastated last night when a Top Gun aviator was found brutally butchered. Authorities have yet to issue a statement but our sources tell us that no arrest has been made and the murderer is at large.”

Lisa’s home was still taped off. You didn’t know the details, and you weren’t sure that you wanted to. Yesterday had been rough. You spent the better half of the morning talking with the police. There wasn’t anything to offer them other than you heard screaming. It still echoed in your head. It keeps you up at night. You could’ve helped her had you known. But you didn’t, and it’s too late to think about things like that.

But coming to work to this? You’d completely forgotten about Jagger. He wasn’t the first guy to put his hands on you. You doubt he’d be the last. Did he deserve to die for it? No. Jake hadn’t gone into details yesterday when you called him, and Bob didn’t talk about it after the officer had left. He hadn’t given you a moment to truly process it all. Sweeping you out of your house and into a whirlwind weekend. You didn’t return home until late last night.

Fiddling with your keys, you stare out at the vans, the rain causing them to blur. You need to get out, head in. You’re sure it’ll be a madhouse. But you’re paralyzed. Your skin pricks, hair on the back of your neck sticking up. Your eyes leave the reporters as you look around. That damn feeling is back. Someone is watching you. It makes you want to scream. Your car door opening makes you jump. A sharp glare sent Jake’s way as he stands before you, rain dampening his hair.

“Can you believe this shit?”

Pushing him out of the way, you climb out of your car, ignoring the feeling that follows you. “Isn’t this internal affairs? Since he was in the military?”

“You know that the brass is investigating. But it’s major news, Poppy. The Hard Deck is just off base.”

“But it wasn’t at the Hard Deck?”

“No. He was found in some dumpsters between the hard deck and that diner Rooster likes to go to.”

“Jesus,” you mutter.

Your bag is your shield against the weather as you follow Jake into the hanger. Rooster and Phoenix are talking, eyes moving to the both of you when you walk in. Payback and Fanboy are over by the radio. You frown, eyes scanning the room. Bob normally beats you here, never one for running late. Your skin prickles again, but you can’t tell if it’s from your new paranoia or if it’s worry.

“Where’s Bobby?” You ask, not directing the question at anyone specific.

“Don’t know, kid. Haven’t seen him since the bar.”

Biting your lip at Rooster’s answer you turn to your best friend. “Jake, that picture you sent—”

“Are you worrying about me, Poppy?”

You jump at Bob’s sudden presence. “Please don’t do that.”

His lips tilt up. “You watchin’ those scary movies again?”

Heat dots your cheeks at the fact that he knows you so well. “Perhaps.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.”

Jake snorts from the other side of you. ”Sure, Baby on Board.”

You shake your head. Bagman would get what’s coming to him one of these days, and you’d make sure you’re there to laugh at him. Work trugs on. It’s hard with so many people around. They finally got most of the vans to leave the entry. Maverick’s waiting for you when you land your super hornet. Gut sinking at the concern written on his face.

“I’ve heard you had a rough weekend.”

You shrug. “It wasn’t great.”

“Well, I’m sure this will be the cherry on top.” He sighs at your crestfallen face. “Come on, Cyclone is waiting for you.”

You follow him until you're outside Admiral Simpson’s office. The military police standing outside the door usher you in, you look back at Maverick who only nods at you in encouragement. Slowly you sink down into the seat offered to you. Can they hear your heart beating?

“Poppy?”

You glance to meet the concerned gaze of your superior. Clearly, he’s been trying to gain your attention for a while.

“Yes sir?”

“Are you alright?”

You pause, thinking about your answer. “No, sir. Not really.”

He nods. “We’ll make this quick then.”

It was, in fact, not quick. They talked in circles. Asking the same questions, only rewording them to try and confuse you. You aren’t sure why they had you in for questioning in the first place. Who the fuck ran their mouth? You aren’t a killer. In the given situation, you had been the victim. How did you know the victim? Did you see him after that night? Did what he did upset you? Where were you the night he died? It’s exhausting, and you’re ready to go home. Your time being questioned by the police after Lisa had died wasn’t even this strenuous. You’re damn near in tears when they finally let you go. You lean against the wall, your breath ragged.

“Do you really think she had anything to do with it?”

There’s a scoff, a chair scraping, probaby Cyclone standing to his feet. “No, I don’t.”

The sudden sound of your phone ringing next to your head startles you awake. How annoying it is that you’re so jumpy lately. Squinting, your eyes move to the nearest clock. Fuck, you were supposed to meet everyone at Maverick’s. Too late now.

You swipe to answer, assuming it’s Jake ready to chew your ass out for not showing up. “Look, Bagman, I’m sorry I did—”

“Hello, Poppy.”

“Um. Do I know you?”

“You tell me.”

You think, trying to place the voice. It sounds a little distorted. “I have no idea.”

“Scary night, isn't it? With the murders and all, it's like right out of a horror movie or something.”

“Alright, Mickey, giving yourself away now.”

“Do you like scary movies, Poppy?”

“What’s that thing you’re doing with your voice, Mick? Can’t tell if you're trying to be mysterious or if you’ve recently started smoking a pack a day.”

“What's your favorite scary movie?”

“Don't start. You know what it is.”

“And what’s that?”

“The Conjuring.”

It’s silent for a beat too long, you think he hung up on you. “The one with the doll?”

You huff. “No, that’s Annabelle. I’m talking about the one with the 5 girls. They’re house is haunted by that demon witch. You know, with the creepy tree.”

“What do you like about it?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug, walking around your couch and into the kitchen. “Guess because people are way scarier than ghosts are. It’s easier to watch make believe.”

“Any good slasher flicks?”

“Come on, as if.” You scoff.

“Why not?”

“Because,” you laugh, “they're all the same. It's always some stupid killer stalking some blonde girl — who can't act worth shit — who always runs up the stairs when she should be going out the front door. They're lame as fuck.”

You look at your phone this time when it gets quiet. Nope. He’s still there. A frown takes over your face when you realize it says unknown. Why did you answer an unknown caller?

“Are you alone in the house?”

“Mickey, you are the fucking worst, you know that?”

“ Maybe that's because I'm not Mickey.”

“No? Who are you then?”

“The question is not who am I. The question is where am I?”

“So where are you?” You don’t know if you're brave or if you’re stupid. You're eighty-two percent sure it's Fanboy on the phone. So without waiting for him to answer you walk back outside. You stand on your porch for a minute looking around. It’s twilight. The sun is almost gone. Enough shadows to hide in, but still, you’re able to see. You walk down the driveway, around your car. Nothing. “Look, Mickey or not, I don’t care for the game you’re playing. Call someone else next time, alright?”

You walk back inside, making sure the door is locked behind you. Feeling less brave, you walk around and make sure all the doors and windows are locked. Still. Maybe you should call Jake? Maybe Bob? Neither would really blame you. Your neighbor was just murdered after all. Might tease you about watching scary movies. But how do you explain the call? Why would Mickey call you from an unknown number? You catch the date. It’s nearing Halloween. Maybe it’s only a prank call? Your mind goes back to the masked figure in the park. People do weird shit around Halloween.

You’ve got a weird feeling. Scrolling through your contacts you hit Fanboy’s number and listen to it ring. You're surprised when he doesn’t answer right away. He’d answer right away if it was a joke, right? Right? The ringing stops, but you don’t hear anything. Just some rustling. Your grip tightens on the phone.

“Mickey?”

Lightly, so lightly you barely make it out. “Help me.”

“Mickey, this isn’t fucking funny.”

More rustling and faint groaning. The sounds come to a stop, the groaning turning into a gurgling. Oh my god. Oh my god. Panic sets in. You need to call the police, you need—someone picks up the phone.

“See you around, Poppy.”

[dzthenerd490]

File: Tommy Taffy

SCP#: AFJ

Code Name: Tommy Taffy is here to help ;-)

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-AFJ has been contain at Site-AD, his body has been wrapped by the immortal never rotting skin of Mobile Task Force Tau-5 "Samsara" members including Dr. [data expunged]. Doing this has ensured that SCP-AFJ will never escape containment again. Testing has not and will never be approved due to fear of allowing SCP-AFJ to escape and attack more civilians. 

Description: SCP-AFJ is an anomalous humanoid seemingly of Caucasian ethnicity with short blond hair and blue eyes. Upon first sighting it is quite obvious that SCP-AFJ is made of plastic and has a handsome yet sinister face and smile. SCP-AFJ is immortal on all aspects, though his body can be destroyed it will always regenerate even form complete body incineration. SCP-AFJ has great strength able to lift a grown man with a single hand and can burst through hard wood doors with minimal effort. Bullets do nothing to SCP-AFJ, not even being able to slow him down, he is truly an unstoppable force. 

Furthermore SCP-AFJ has a "Schrodinger's cat" type of ability allowing him to disappear and reappear anywhere when not being seen. There are times where he can be at two places at once, though he is not able to copy himself beyond that. There is always only one SCP-AFJ in existence even when it seems like there is two. How this works is not well understood, theories have ranged from temporal abilities to simply hallucinations. Unfortunately, it is for this reason that testing is forbidden yet without testing we are unable to see how far this anomalous ability can go. A frustrating loop to say the least. 

SCP-AFJ for whatever reason regularly invades the suburban area of [data expunged] forcing families of the area to have him live with them and do whatever he says. SCP-AFJ often acts as a guide for the family and tells them to do whatever he thinks is necessary. If anyone disobeys him, they will be beaten or a family member of theirs will be beaten. Because SCP-AFJ is immortal he will always come back so no matter what the civilians do he WILL get what he wants or kill someone else first. SCP-AFJ is extremely sadistic seeming to only come to this suburban area to torment the locals especially their children, he very much enjoys telling them to do things and forcing them to obey through the fear of what he will do if they don't. 

SCP-AFJ was discovered in 1988 when a child called the police saying that a scary man named tommy was living in his house. The child quickly went silent and a strange, yet calm voice got on the phone telling the police everything was alright and that his son was just exaggerating. Before SCP-AFJ hung up the same child was heard screaming for a split second before the call ended. The Telecommunications Monitoring Office recorded the call and gave orders to the sherif to have all units investigating the incident to stand down. 

Foundation agents disguised as Police officers went to the area and investigated for anomalous activity. They immediately encountered SCP-AFJ thought were unable to contain him due to his anomalous effects. Please see Addendum X-40 for details.

***

Addendum X-40

The following is a recorded encounter with SCP-AFJ as Foundation agents tried to get into one of the apartments of the suburbs where the anomaly occupied. 

Begin Recording

FA3: Hello? Is anyone in there?

Banging can be heard form agents knocking on the door. Soon the sound of the door opening can be heard. 

Civilians: Uh? Yes, can I help you?

FA4: Good evening, ma'am. We were wondering if you have a young boy here. We believe he had made call to our department for help.

Civilian: O- Oh! That, yes uh... Well, I do apologize but as the boy's father already said that was just a prank call.

FA3: That may be true, but it also may be true that your son is being abused by your husband.

FA4: Ma'am for your safety and the safety of your son we need to investigate the house. 

The woman looks at the two agents in confusion then to the neighbors in fear, one of the agents turn to look where she is looking and see's the door quickly close. It is believed it was SCP-AFJ threatening the woman to keep them out of the house. The agents are rightfully suspicious of this and call on their radio. 

FA3: ... I need an agent at that house over there.

Civilian: No! You can't go in there!

FA4: Why?

Civilian: Uh... I uh... Those are my neighbors and their very sick, please they don't need anyone bothering them right now. 

FA3: I'm going to have to insist we have that house investigated, in the meantime you need to let us in your house to investigate. 

Civilian: I uh... I know the law! Without a warrant you can't force your way in here!

FA4: Ma'am we have reason to believe your child is being abused if you refuse to let us in then we will arrest you. Then we'll have to come in while your child is scared, confused, and without his mother. Is that what you want?

FA3: You see ma'am we don't need a warrant when we have suspicious of a crime taking place and your being very suspicious. 

Civilian: ... Please... Please I am begging you, just go away.

FA4: Alright, that's it, cop play is over, get the fuck out of the way! 

Civilian: NO! 

The woman tried to slam the door, but Agent 4 pushed it open with his strength making her fall to the ground. Upon entering inside there was SCP-AFJ with an extremely furious frown on his face.

FA4: What the fuck?! Who the hell are you?

Civilian: Please! I'm sorry! I can make them go away! 

SCP-AFJ: No, you've done enough [data expunged], it's time for the man of the house to take care of business. But after I'm done, I'll need you to put a hot iron on your face. Okay?

FA4: Hey! I'm talking to you, asshole! Who the fu-

SCP-AFJ slapped Agent 4 so hard his head ripped off sending it flying into the living room of the house. 

FA3: HOLY SHIT! 

Agent 3 started firing at SCP-AFJ but he smiled and laughed as the bullets hit through his body and he just walked closer. Agent 3 then looked back to the other house seeing Agent 1's mangled corpse thrown into the street. SCP-AFJ then walks out of the house holding Agent 2 by the neck before snapping it. Agent 3 looks back to the van they drove in and ran too it.

FA3: Send the data! Send it now-!

A second before Agent 3 could finish talking he was grabbed form the back by SCP-AFJ and his head was torn off. The agents inside the van quickly started a link to the Foundation command and sent all recorded data while livestreaming any recent data. One of the agents then went to the front of the van to start it and get them out of there. Suddenly SCP-AFJ showed up in the passenger's seat, grabbed the seat belt of the drives seat, and used it to strangle the agent. He then suddenly appeared behind the two remaining agents within the van and bashed their heads into the computers until they died. 

SCP-AFJ: ... I know someone is listening. So, listen well... Stay the hell away. Whoever you are, you can't stop me. I'm unstoppable and I'll always come back no matter what. Hehehe, you might think I'm a serial killer, a terrorist, or something worse. No, I'm just tommy, and these people need me. I'm not leaving until they get what they need. 

Recording Ends

***

Because of the overwhelming threat of the anomaly and the predicted loss of life, Mobile Task Force Tau-5 was deployed immediately. They weren't given specialized gear and weapons for overwhelming killing efficiency and defense like normal missions. Instead, their standard automatic arms cannons with tracker rounds and harpoon guns to ensure they could grab SCP-AFJ and never let him go.

SCP-AFJ was spotted almost immediately and captured by MTF Tau-5 however he threatened the locals that if they allowed Tau-5 to take him away, he would come back and torture them all worse than before. The local civilians grabbed gardening tools and weapons to attack the agents, but their skin was too tough and the few wounds they got regenerated extremely fast. In the end SCP-AFJ was considered caught and after the civilians gave up, Tau-5 sent him to sent to Site-AD. 

It was concluded that the only reason they caught SCP-AFJ was because of their natural immunity to nearly all anomalous items and organism. This was quite easy to tell as Agent Irantu was holding SCP-AFJ in his arms like a hug and that alone left SCP-AFJ powerless, the entire time. As such Mobile Task Force Tau-5 was skinned and said skin was used to wrap around SCP-AFJ's body to keep him in place and never be able to leave the Foundation. Dr. [Data Expunged] also volunteered his skin and with the help of Dr. Haselhurst they were able to make the perfect containment cell to ensure SCP-AFJ never gets out. 

The civilians at the suburban area were later given medical aid and Foundation compensation money. Granted they all interfered with the containment of an anomaly, but not only did they fail but they did so out of fear, so the Foundation saw no reason to punish them. Furthermore, they all agreed that if they ever tried to talk no one would believe them so the swore to the Foundation to never discuss the incident ever again.

"It is imperative that SCP-AFJ never leaves it's containment. We still don't know why but it is drawn to that area vigorously. Even if there was a small tear in that bag of skin it will allow SCP-AFJ to teleport right back to the area. Then he'll kill everyone in that place. I must wonder as to why the O5 would want to keep him alive considering he's practically worthless. We can't extract DNA, can't do testing, instead we're just wasting valuable resources on keeping him contained. I know it would make us no better than the GOC the O5 seem to hate so much, but I still say it would be better to annihilate this SCP-AFJ. At the very least so doctors like me can focus on more worthwhile research." -Dr. Haselhurst.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[titaniasfairy]

i accidentally deleted the ask, but this is for you @soapsgf !! <3

18+ as always

CW: fem!reader, slightly mean johnny, oral (fem receiving), fingering

johnny was tired. his week had been long and exhausting, and all he wanted to do was to come home to your sweet body.

all day he’d spent fantasizing about what all he’d do to you the moment he stepped through the door.

but when the time finally came, you were no where to be found. johnny searched throughout the house and found you in the one place he didn’t want you to be, your office.

you told him it wouldn’t be for long! you just needed to finish replying to a few emails and filling out some paperwork and you’d be all his, you said.

that was almost 20 minutes ago, and johnny was becoming impatient. he couldn’t focus on whatever football match was on tv, all he can think about is the throbbing pulse of his cock.

his fists are clenching at the thought that your boss gets your attention more than he does. “that stupid bastard” he thinks.

johnny’s fuse is almost blown when he walks back into your office. “bonnie please,” he cries “been waitin’ all week for this pussy.” he’s practically whining, begging for your attention. your boyfriend’s voice sends a shiver down your spine, but you’ve still got a few things you absolutely have to do.

you feel his hands run down your shoulders as he pleads behind you, and to be honest you need him as badly as he needs you. your week has been terrible and the only cure to your bad mood would be your sweet johnny.

“just give me 30 minutes, i promise.” you take his hand and squeeze it lovingly.

“i’ll hold you to it.” his voice is low and his eyes are shining bright blue. he would be scary to any normal human, but to you he’s the prettiest man you’ve ever seen.

————

johnny’s sat back on the couch and his grip is almost going to break the glass he’s holding. every 5 minutes he’s checking his phone for the time, waiting for you to come sauntering through the door.

but you never came. and as soon as the 30 minutes officially pass, johnny is slamming his glass on the coffee table and storming into your office.

“it’s been 30 minutes, lass.”

“johnny, it was just an estimation. i’ll be do-”

“i don’t care. you promised me.”

in 3 long strides, johnny makes his way over to you and closes your laptop. before you could protest, he’s taking off your headphones and throwing you over his muscled shoulder.

“johnny let me down! i still have work to do.” you try to kick your feet and wiggle out of his touch, but it’s not use.

“you did this yourself, bonnie.”

johnny’s made his way to the bedroom and slams the door. you’re soon thrown onto the bed and being undressed by your boyfriend.

at this point you can’t fight him, this side of johnny never fails to bring you into a submissive state. suddenly, his hands are firmly placed on your waist with a firm grip.

“tired of you keeping this from me.”

johnny’s lips leave traces of hickeys across your neck and collar bone. despite your squirming, his grip stays firm. his body is in between your legs and his bulge perfectly placed against your clit. with every move of his body, his crotch rubs blissfully against your sensitive nub through your lounge shorts.

“mmph! johnny-”

he clicks his tongue in condescension and quickly pulls off your shorts, leaving you in your arousal soaked panties. johnny leans down, holding your thighs apart, to look at your mess.

“now look at that, bonnie. made a mess when you coulda’ just called me.”

johnny slowly peels off your underwear, running his hands down your legs gently. when they finally fall off of your ankles, he wads your panties in a ball.

with a stern “open”, you widen your mouth and allow johnny to shove your soaked panties in your mouth, the taste of your pussy lingering on your tongue.

“now lemme take what i want.”

johnny inches closer to your core and you can feel his breath against you, the warm air sending shocks throughout your body. he chuckles and peels your folds apart with his middle and index fingers. johnny stares in awe at the sight.

“mm, look at that. fuckin’ gorgeous, you are.”

you whimper against the fabric while trying to scoot yourself closer to his mouth. he laughs at this, “so eager” he says. johnny finally flattens his tongue on heat, licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit. while bucking your hips into nothing, you let out a loud blissful moan.

johnny leans back and thumbs your clit with his left, focused on the way his digit moves on your bundle of nerves. while doing so, he shoves two fingers from right hand into his mouth to lube them.

with each stimulation on your clit you jerk and whimper into his touch, seemingly begging for more. johnny’s piercing blue eyes stare deep into yours while he begins to suck on your clit. your back arches and your eyes squeeze shut when johnny shoves his two fingers inside you.

his lips remain latched on you, his tongue flicking your clit vigorously. his fingers thrust in a steady pace inside you, curling at the spot only he could ever hit.

your hands make their way to johnny’s hair to comb through the dark strands. you begin to grip him when you feel his moans against your cunt.

johnny takes his lips off your clit and replaces them with his thumb. the movement of his hands on you is like a choreographed dance, his thumb and fingers moving in a simultaneous motion designed to please you.

it was like you were a subject in school, and johnny was a straight-a student.

he can only stare in awe while your face and body contort in pleasure from his own doing. his jaw slack and his cock harder than ever.

“that feel good hm? you like this more than being cooped up at your desk?”

with your panties stuffed in your mouth, you can only aggressively nod. his fingers are drawing you close to orgasm, and johnny’s words are making you teeter on the edge.

“well you don’t fuckin’ act like it.”

you try to tell him with your eyes that you’re sorry, but there’s no use. with one swift movement, he’s back down in between your legs with his lips back on your core.

your hips are lifting off the bed and your hands desperately try to grasp at anything to brace for your incoming orgasm. johnny can feel it, and his tongue only moves faster.

he spits on your cunt and goes back to thumbing your clit. johnny’s lips move to your ear. before you can even speak, you’re a whimpering mess.

“you gonna cum, bonnie? you could’ve came three times by now, y’know. but i guess’m just not worth it, right baby?”

you know he’s not serious, but his words combined with the feeling of his fingers sets you off. your body begins to jerk and contort with the tsunami of your orgasm.

“c’mon, love. give me what i’ve been missing. such a good fuckin’ girl.”

you can feel the fluids spilling out of you onto him, his fingers most likely covered in your release as he removes them from inside you. your chest heaves up and down, and your heartbeat begins to slow.

johnny sucks his fingers clean and takes the panties from your mouth. he leans down and gives you a passionate kiss, your lips intertwining and his hands move to hold your waist once again.

when his lips leave yours, you can hear the sound of his belt unbuckling following by a zipper. johnny gets off of you and stands over you at the foot of the bed with that shit-eating he wears every so often.

“you dinnae think i wasn’t gonna fuck you, bonnie? thas’ cute.”

[dianapana]

SH Month 2023 Day 2 - Home is where you are

Hinata POV

Hands in her lap, fidgeting, she’s crumpling and creasing her pretty and formal shirt, but the nerves are too much for her and she needs to let them out in some way or another.

Raising her hand to her mouth, another nervous tick, biting around her nails (not the nails while she has a pretty design on them) but she then realizes her hands are probably filled with germs from the plane and the luggage and everything, so she puts them back down.

“First time flying?”

The kind old lady sitting next to her asks.

“Oh, no, no it’s not.”

Smiling shily at her. The lady justifies her question by saying she looks awfully nervous.

“Ah yes. It’s my first time flying without my husband. He was supposed to come too, but his work got in the way so now I’m going alone and he’ll join me in a few days and it’s all just…very scary”

She talked really fast, somewhere in the middle she became aware of it but couldn’t really stop so she just went on and on.

“We’re moving. Because of my work and he kinda gave his 2 month notice and now they’re freaking out at his office and making him stay overtime and we’re going to look at places to move into and we have a few showings even before he’ll arrive so I’ll have to go all alone and decide if that’s a good fit for us in the long run and-”

The Lady laughs at her and pats her shoulder.

“I am sure whatever home you and your husband choose will be wonderful.”

Very polite way of ending the conversation. Hinata nods a bit awkwardly.

Getting her phone out, should she call Sasuke? Now before the flight starts and they won’t be allowed to anymore. But he may be in a meeting.

Deciding to send him a short text instead.

‘We are leaving in a few moments. I’ll turn my phone off. I love you’

Sasuke POV

He’s quite annoyed.

This? This is why he couldn’t go with Hinata to Berlin? This???

It’s a stupid meeting that could have been an e-mail. It’s a stupid meeting about a project that will start AFTER he leaves.

Checking his phone for the time. He couldn’t even wait with her in the airport because it was just sooo important that he is present here.

He has a text from Hinata. From 28 minutes ago. Her flight must have left already. So they won’t be able to talk for the next 8 hours.

The meeting finally concludes. What was discussed? He has no idea because he paid no mind to anything. Had the CEO not been a really important family friend he would have just left. Quit on the spot. He’s regretting not having done that.

Hinata POV

They’re facetiming. She’s walking him through the first apartment.

“It feels a bit small. Especially compared to our current place”

But they live at a house now so it feels a bit unfair to compare the two.

“I do like that it’s so close to my work though. And it’s on the last floor. So nosy neighbours above. But yea I just feel like something’s missing”

Sasuke hums. “If you don’t like it then it’s a no go”

“It’s not that I don’t like it…The bathroom is very beautiful and big. Here let me show it to you again”

The realtor is waiting on the hall, she was here with Hianta explaining everything 10 minutes ago but then she called Sasuke and they started speaking Japanese so she slowly exited and gave them privacy.

They talk for a bit more. But nothing remains. Sasuke says that she shouldn’t worry too much, that this is the first place she sees.

“Make a list. Of the pros and cons. We’ll do the save for all of them and see in the end what’s best”

“I will…I just…I wish you were here”

“I do too love…”

*

The second place is a bit more her style. It’s big and pretty. It’s a house. But it’s outside Berlin and it would take her over 50 minutes to commute to work every day.

“Yea…that is a bit of an issue. Especially since my new job is also in a different part of the city. We’ll need two cars…”

“Are you still looking at what other things are around my office?”

Sasuke has a job lined up. From his company but the Germany branch. He’s not totally sold on it because of how far away he and Hinata would work. They were used to having lunch dates daily. So he’s looking for things that may be closer to her.

“I saw an offer from your company actually. I applied there. It would nice if we were to work in the same place”

“It really really would”

The conversation turns to the house again and she’s complaining about the lack of any supermarket or convenience store within walking distance.

“I can’t wait for you to get here. Did you pack yet?”

“I did. I’m just now eating the last things in the fridge that may go bad in the 2 weeks we’ll be gone”

Sasuke POV

He told her it’s not necessary for her to wake up at the crack of dawn (4 a.m.) to come greet him at the airport. But when he walks through the entrance an sees her there he’s not surprised at all.

Her smile is so wide when she finally sees him too and she’s running. Gosh he missed her too. And they were away for only 4 days.

“Hello baby” caressing her hair softly and placing a sweet kiss onto pretty lips. “I missed you”

She’s hugging him very close. “I did too. Come, let’s go sleep I’m sure you’re tired from the flight”

He really is.

*

“So…do we have a tour today? Where’s this house located?”

They end up seeing another 3 houses and 5 more apartments and none of them are perfect. And the more they see and the more complaints they have the more upset Hinata gets.

“It’s my fault that we have to uproot from home and come here and and-

We can’t even find a good home…”

She’s sitting on his lap, face buried in his shoulder. She’s not crying but probably frustration tears aren’t far behind.

“I think we’re getting hunged up on the small details. At the end of the day…it’s just a house we’re viewing and it’s out job to make it a home.

At the end of the day, we’ve been in this tiny hotel room for almost 2 weeks, but doesn’t it feel like home by now?”

He’s hugging her closer, pressing soft kisses on the top of her head. Fingers going up and down her back.

“I’m sure whichever house we go for it’ll all turn out well. They were all pretty. And they’re even better when I think that I’ll spend all my time there with you. So, cheer up…I don’t like seeing you upset over such things Hina”

Raising her head, pretty lavender eyes looking into black ones, her lips pouting. He can’t help giving them a quick peck.

“Maybe you’re right…home is wherever you are…”

~

@sasuhinamonth

[pbandjesse]

Last night was exciting. After I finished my post me and James were laying in bed watching TikToks when all of a sudden we got a tornado warning on our phones. It said to immediately find shelter, move to basements, ect. What the heck. We would collect Sweetp and headed downstairs. I kept coming back up to check. But we had the news going on my phone following it. And thankfully James had grabbed my battery pack. It was a little scary. The storm would pass over us around 903. But watching it on the radar was crazy. Seeing the way the storm was moving.

Once the scary part passed over us we would still wait until 930 when the warning expired, but while we waited we did some organizing down in the basement. We'll see going to set up some emergency stuff down there. Water and canned food and lights. We have candles and all of our camping stuff. I think it is a good idea to have some supplies just in case of bad weather or other emergencies.

I would get very very tired once we got back upstairs though. I don't know what was wrong but I was so tired I got so upset. And would fall asleep so fast.

Waking up was tough though. I let myself sleep in until 730. James waited to leave until I was awake. I got a good hug and then they were off.

I would take a bit to gather myself. I kept having to wander around the house because I felt like I was forgetting things. But I would leave by 750. And it seemed like the world was okay. The wind didn't touch down near us. But this was not true for everywhere else.

My commute would take an entire hour. And like it was not a bad drive at all. It was just all back roads because on my exit there was apparently so much stuff on the road that we were all diverged. And I tried my best to let people in and just be chill. Enjoyed my music and had my hash brown that James packed for me.

When I pulled up to camp I saw that there was a turtle on its back on the drive way!! I stopped and moved him to the side. I am not sure if he was blown off the hill or what but I felt so bad for him!! Like I love finding tortoises but not like that!! I hope he made it to where he needed to go.

I would park at arts and crafts and was sad to see my front tent (the new one) got twisted and knocked over. Later in the day I would attempt to set it right by myself but it didn't go amazing. I would realize it was torn and some of the poles had fully bent and cracked. I would get permission from Alexi to cut the canopy and now it's a half sized tent. And that was a really good way to salvage it.

I would spend much of the morning going through all of the Native American field trip stuff. I made some lists and found some things that I didn't realize needed to be replaced or fixed. It was hard mainly because I was tired and hot. But I was doing my best.

I would end up doing some cleaning during this time too. I shook out one of the astroturfs pieces and I didn't realize how dusty and dirty that was going to be and it got all over me and in my hair and eyes and it was horrible. I just washed my hair yesterday so I was really bummed. I felt disgusting. I would wash my face and legs but there wasn't much I could do. I just had to ignore it and when I got home later I would take a very good shower.

I took a walk over to stockade to look at the block houses. I realized that only the top left has bunk beds so me and Callie are going to leave stuffed animals in it on Monday morning to call it so no one else tries to grab it. I really hope that it works out. I was texting with Callie about our plans and it was fun to scheme with her.

I took a few minutes hammock break. I would work on my phone making a wish list for supplies. And I would have a phone call to discuss an upcoming market. I am excited to be a part of another little market community.

I would go down to the office to check in about supplies. I would have my little pizza lunch. I actually remembered my earbuds. I would watch some videos and enjoy the AC that they just put in yesterday. It was very humid outside and that mixed with how dirty I felt, the cool air was very welcomed.

I spent the afternoon continuing to work on program stuff. Getting ready for camp training to start. I made a to do list for next week when I will hopefully have help. And eventually I would end up back in the office. Where I asked for some tasks.

I was told to check with Joe about helping paint the new outdoor chalk boards. But he said they weren't ready for that. I would take a walk to look at the supplies but he was right and instead, after getting the gator and driving up to the tool shed to get supplies, I would spend the next hour and a half hanging pictures in the salt mines. I did a gallery system and I think it looks very good. Joe only expected me to finish one room but I finished all of them because I'm the best. And also I didn't measure. Eye balled it and I think it looks very good.

I would collect some stuff to bring to the art building for some ideas I have. Grabbed my favorite painting we had in the pile to hang up for me to enjoy. It's an old cream of wheat ad that I've loved since I was in grad school and saw the originals. So this was very exciting to me when I realized we had it.

I would return to the office again and went over all the specialty programs with Alexi so we could double check my supply lists as they were ordering things. They have been putting in a ton of work with all the buying. I wish they didn't wait until so late in the game but I understand it's a lot so I'm not to worried about it. We'll get what we need.

I got some computer tasks for tomorrow. And chatted with Heather about that. But at 4 it was time for me to go home.

And it wasn't a bad drive. A little traffic at the beltway but nothing terrible. I got back here at 430. And I was so dirty but I wanted to bring in some stuff first and I did but Sweetp tried to go out the front door and I smacked my hand into the door knocker and was so upset about it. But it was fine in the end. I got everything in ans out things away. I wanted to hang stuff but I was so overheated.

I went and took an excellent cool shower. And as I was getting dressed again James was getting home. I was very happy to see them. I made then go shower before they could hang out with me though because they were so sweaty. And after we hung out for a little bit they would go do their podcast and I would go downstairs to have some nachos.

I am hanging out on the couch now. But I think I have the energy to go work on hanging things. We will see. Wish me luck.

Tomorrow after work I have a friend date with a person named Jules. I am nervous!! I hope they are cool.

I hope you all have a great night. Taken are of yourselves. Goodnight!!