#heartmemos

               jiyeon often doesn’t think before she acts. which is why, when she’d been faced with a handsome man on the wrong side of the law, she’d chosen to give him her number instead of writing him up for a speeding ticket like she was supposed to. the second she’d driven off, she’d started to doubt herself and by the time she’d finished her shift, she’d decided that, fuck, that was a terrible idea and she’s going to get fired for sexual harassment or something. thanks, dad, for watching so many dramas and filling her head with these kinds of stupid ideas. so the day her phone rings, an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen, is the day she figures sinking into a hole in the ground might be less embarrassing. ❝ hello...? ❞ she says hesitantly, only answering with some insistence from her brother...

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[text] sleep first Calum

[text] Drinking coffee is not going to help you get to sleep when you finally get to it

“Are you sure you want to do this?“ The last thing she wants is for him to think they’re making a mistake, especially when she wants him so damn much. Her fingertips trail his bareback, studying the slight curves of his body until her digits reach his lower back. “What do you want me to do?”

      ❛ I didn't think it was that bad of an injury. It's hard enough wearing the knee brace.  ❜

There was a slight stumble, Skyler obviously startled. Calum wasn’t supposed to be in the middle of this...! What was he doing?!

An answer that he got quickly enough, once he saw the heartless. The creature with its blade in Calum’s back... He could practically feel his body start to crackle with an electrical rage, his keyblade swinging up to knock the heartless away. But it wasn’t enough. There were still others, and Calum was bleeding, and this needed to end now!

A shout suddenly burst out of him, a battle cry, as he raised his keyblade up into the sky. The lightning that rained down in response was enough. Thank goodness. But Calum... Calum. The keyblade disappeared as Skyler wrapped his arms around his friend, his father, trying to get him to relax. Lie down, as a hand dug out a small white candy from his bag.

He wasn’t going to take any chances. Not with this.

“zoey! again?! how DARE your glameow attack my garchomp?”

“ask me that again when you can explain why your garchomp was beating up on your plusle and minun!”

“she wasn’t beating up on them, she was PLAYING with them. i don’t know about you, but i think a smart pokémon would be able to tell the difference between beatdowns and play!”

“it sure didn’t look like she was playing with them. glameow was only trying to protect them!”

“it’s not as bad as you say it is. otherwise they would have been screaming in pain. you didn’t feel any pain, did you?” she looks down at plusle, who shakes its head.

“ever heard the phrase better safe than sorry?”

the two of them look up at calum’s alarmed intonation, each leaping to explain their side.

      ❝well, you see, sir, my garchomp was just having a lovely time playing with my plusle and minun, when all of a sudden--this mutt of a glameow came and attacked her! she left a nasty scratch in her side with shadow claw--❞ 

      ❝that’s not true! i saw it with my own eyes. glameow knows what was going on. she attacked because garchomp was torturing them!❞

      ❝please. as if my precious regina would ever do such a thing. we don’t need to stoop to your froslass’ level, do we?❞

      ❝this isn’t even ABOUT her. leave her out of this!❞