You know what would be a great story? So there’s two humans, male and female, on a ship and they’re a couple and something happens so one looses the other, and aliens have to deal with the aftereffects. So let’s say she dies by like some street thug alien mugging gone wrong. The guy drops to his knees next to her body and lets out this huge wail, heard by the gang the alien was in and by the other alien ship mates. The crew has never heard such a tormented sound so they immediately sprint and find where it came from and see him weeping next to her body. They try to comfort him, they’re like “human john?” Or whatever his name is. He looks up and there’s a dead expression on his face but in his eyes those aliens see something wrong.
He gets up and they all try to stop him and like talking to him to see what’s wrong but he just starts walking toward where the gang is standing like a street away or whatever. As he gets closer he pulls a knife out and keeps that straight face as he gets closer. The crew tries to stop him, to calm him down but he grabs one of the lighter ones by the shirt and hauls him up against a wall and just stares at him, not changing his face at all. He proceeds to let the alien go and kills the alien that killed his girlfriend. He goes back to the ship, not saying a word.
A couple days pass and he hasn’t spoken to anyone. They pick up a new crew member from a galactic federation station, a complete rookie, first time on a federation Ship. The first night she walks around and is trying to find this human, she always wanted to meet one and knows a lot about them from the human guidebook. Eventually she stumbles upon his quarters and opens the door slowly. Human John is sitting there with a picture of his girl, still silent. He hears her come in and she sits next to him. She asks him what’s wrong and he just breaks down completely, sobbing in her arms. She’s so confused, she thought the humans were fearless, always happy, never stopping for anyone.
She asks him what’s wrong and he finally starts to speak after a little longer. He says “I miss her so much.” And cries himself to sleep next to her. She walks out and talks to another crew member. Drax looks at her says “Dryzal-Kura, there is something you must understand. The humans, the fearless and deadliest creatures in the known galaxy, have mates for life. They call it love. Human John’s love was murdered on a scout mission. I have never seen anything more terrifying than the blank stare in his face as he killed the one who killed his lover. Nothing could stop him, not even the strongest of our crew. He walked through us like nothing. One thing I have learned, attacking the humans is a mistake, one that can cost you, but if you attack their mates there is no saving you.”
I’m not sure if you do like one shots or stuff but I had an idea for a soulmate au where someone’s soulmate can feel there pain. Like a a person breaks their foot, their soulmate will feel it to, just not have a broken foot. Image how Clarks soulmate would react with all that stuff. I think it would be cute, but could be kinda angsty. Just an idea. Idc if you do it or not, just thought it was cool. Have a nice day.
Word Count: 9636. Pairings: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader WARNINGS: Lots of swearing. Mentions of: low self-esteem issues, traumas, bullying, weakness complex. Angst (personally, I don’t consider this very angsty but, you need to be warned). Also, I’m sorry for any typos since this was not edited and english is my second language. Author’s Note:Hope this isn’t to cheesy and that you will be able to enjoy it. Also… NINE THOUSAND WORDS IN LESS THAN A WEEK?! That’s a record for me! Anyway, hope you enjoy this and that the anon who requested it isn’t disappointed.
Yes, I totally needed three gifs of Henry Cavill. You did too, don’t deny it.
I hate my
soulmate, that’s for fucking sure. I
totally hate him (or her, you never knew) and I don’t give a single fuck if I
haven’t met him. Also, no, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest and yes, you
can hate someone you haven’t met, thank you very much (and yes, even if it’s
your fucking soulmate, especially
Look, I love the Raven Cycle so I was thinking about what it would be like for Ronan and Adam on Father’s Day. This is what I came up with. Reblogs, Likes, and feedback are greatly appreciated.
-The first time Opal call Adam Dad is when she wakes up from a nightmare after Cabeswater dies and Ronan is finally sleeping after the whole event. Adam is studying for his history exam so Adam responds to the call of Dad coming from Opal’s room. He lies down next to her and tells her the story of the world from his history book. (Don’t worry he cuts out anything scary so Opal doesn’t get scared again.
- So, the morning after that fateful night, Ronan wakes up to an empty bed and gets worried until he smells scrambled eggs and heads down. Opal tells him, “Good morning Kerah, Dad made you breakfast.” And Ronan does his best to hold back tears.
- After that day, they started to celebrate Father’s Day every year. Adam gets Opal to secretly plan something fun and Ronan does the same thing but does a nice thing for Adam.
- Opal always gets confused around this time of year, so she tells Blue everything to keep track of it. As she gets older though, she’s able to keep it straight but calls Blue anyways so they can fawn over the cuteness together.
- After the first few years, on Father’s Day they have Adam’s Magical Father’s Day Field Trip and Ronan’s Fantastic Father’s Day Dinner- which they usually go out to eat and try to make a desert- but fail fantastically.
- The first year, Adam and Opal try to make an entire meal, but almost burn the Barns down because they both tried to distract Ronan when one of them needed to keep an eye on the food- (Ronan was also declared the Chef of the House after that)
- Three years after celebrating it- the year Adam finishes his undergrad- the Father’s Day Field Trip is a beautiful part of the forest where Ronan proposes to Adam. (Two years after that, when Adam gets his masters is when the Field Trip and Dinner on Father’s Day is the wedding and reception)
- When Opal is smart enough to go to school, like six months after she’s pulled out of the dream world ,she almost gets kicked out because when Father’s Day comes around and she tells the teacher she needs to make two Father’s Day gifts for her Dad and Kerah her fellow students call her a freak and she punches a kid in the face. They decide that online school is best for her until a private co ed school pops up in the area.
She saw him before he saw her. Which was more than a little impressive, she thought, given that she was the one riding a dragon.
He stood on the edge of the bluff, silhouetted against the crashing waves, cutting a cold figure as he looked out at sea. The wind ruffled his hair, sending his cape flying out behind him like a banner-but he barely seemed to notice. His eyes were on her, almost immediately. On Drogon.
She still didn’t know what to think of him, even after a handful of weeks. There were moments when he was hard and cold and seemed almost carved of ice. And then there were moments…like when he’d looked at her on the terrace, or when he’d touched her arm in the cave to gently steer him towards the cave paintings…when there was something warm and burning in his gaze that lit a fire somewhere deep inside of her, in a part of her heart she’d long since forgotten. But none of it matters if he doesn’t bend the knee, so it’s not worth thinking about.
She felt the sudden need to do something he wouldn’t expect. So she urged Drogon low, landing almost on top of him-and she watched him carefully to see how he would react, especially when Drogon roared loudly. His eyes widened and his breath caught, the way everyone’s did when they saw her children, and for a moment she saw a flash of fear in his eyes. But then…then it dissipated. He didn’t look afraid. The look in his eye turned into one of pure wonderment. She couldn’t place it at first; it had been so long since anyone had looked at her children with anything other than fear.
He looked at the dragon like he was a miracle, not an unimaginable threat.
Slowly, slowly, he pulled off his glove and reached out his hand and she felt fear spark in her stomach-what if Drogon killed him? The last thing she wanted was to find another enemy in the North once they heard that she’d accidentally murdered their king. But Drogon didn’t seem bothered; he sniffed his hand, almost curiously…and then Jon pressed his hand to the smooth scales under his jaw. She caught her breath, though she wasn’t sure whether it was from awe or relief.
It was like a man petting a dog; Jon was tentative and careful, reminded at every moment of the dragon’s sharp teeth that could rip through bone and flesh with a single though, but not afraid. The only sound was the wind off the waves and Drogon’s heavy breathing, and her heart beating out of her chest. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. It couldn’t be happening…but it was. And Drogon let out a high whiffling sound, almost like a sigh of pleasure.
Aware that Drogon had the patience of a wound coil, she climbed off his back and slid to the soft ground. She landed softly in the grass, boots absorbing most of the impact-and Drogon pulled away as soon as she was free of his tail, glancing back at her one last time as if to make sure she was unharmed before he flew away, off to join his brothers. Jon looked just as shocked as she felt.
But he took it in stride, the way he always did. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” She felt she had to say something, provide some sort of explanation.
“Wasn’t the word I was thinking of…but yes. Yes they are. Gorgeous beasts.”
She thought he almost meant it-but even so, she knew that she’d never look at him the same way again.
Drogon saw…something in him. Perhaps she should acknowledge that she did too.
There was something…different about the human.
Drogon didn’t really care much for humans, one way or another-they all looked the same, sounded the same, even tasted the same. The only human he cared about was his mother; he could sense when she was in pain or afraid, when she needed his protection. She was his rider and he would protect her with everything he had from her enemies.
Perhaps it was the fact that his mother liked him. She treated him differently than she treated the others; he would sometimes see her looking at him out of the corner of her eye and vice versa, the way they would sometimes brush past each other at just the right moment so their skin would brush and they’d jump apart as if shocked. But she always felt confused and unsure around him so Drogon had learned to be on his guard, should he need to tear this strange man’s throat out.
The man had faced him with no fear, as if he was a dog to be tamed. Drogon had respected that; he grew tired of the men that he burned alive who cried and shat their pants when they died, who would run and hide if they heard his roar or saw his wings. A brave man felt different than a dying man…and this man’s fear was fleeting, simmering under the surface of a greater sense of wonder.
And then he’d tried to touch him. Normally Drogon would have balked at this; he wasn’t a dog or a sheep, to be pet at anyone’s leisure. Even his mother barely pet him more than she had to; his younger brother craved a human touch but he’d always found it strange and unnerving. But this man’s touch had been different…it had reminded him of his mother.
In fact, the more he thought about it the more the man reminded him of his mother.
There was a connection between them, one he couldn’t quite understand-but he knew it was something he hadn’t expected to feel with another living soul. But now he had, and it complicated everything.
Viserion and Rhaegal flew to meet him, wondering what had happened. He snapped at them; the problem wasn’t theirs to trouble themselves with. They were quick enough to follow him when he went hunting for flying fish, swooping low over the fleet to to grab fish and causing all of the men on board to run belowdecks.
The problem of this man in black was his to solve. What could that connection possibly mean-and was there any way it could be dangerous? No matter what happened, his loyalty was always to his mother.
But somehow, he didn’t think there was any danger. At least, not from this stranger.
My first time trying Drogon’s POV! I can honestly say that I never thought I’d have to write in the POV of a dragon before I started this blog…
I’m going to do my best to post a new chapter of my multi chapter fic, Forever and Always, tomorrow…and possibly something after the episode provided I’m not too emotionally scarred, which I can’t promise. Like, it’s a problem. I’m going to cry a lot. But that’s why I write fics, because then there can always be a world where I fix things.
But as always, send me prompts, headcanons, asks, whatever-my inbox is open and I’m trash for this ship.
Coffee Shop AU where they keep looking at each other, until the day that Simon decides to send Baz a little note.
I’ve been coming to the same coffee shop since college started, and since the first week, there’s a cute guy that keeps sitting in front of me.
Until today, I wasn’t sure that he kept sitting at the table in front of mine on purpose, but now I have a drink at my usual place with a note attached to it.
I know you like sweet drinks and since it’s getting cold I hope you like hot chocolate - Simon.
I can feel myself blush, when I notice that he’s looking at me. So I take a sip, and nod my approval of the drink, which makes Simon smile.
Perhaps I should have talked to him, after he gave me the drink yesterday, but what do you say to a guy that you keep staring at, because you have a ridiculous crush on?
Instead of talking to Simon, I decide to give him something in return. And now I can’t focus on anything, at any moment, he’s going to arrive and find a plate full of scones at his table.
When I see him entering, I quickly look down at my book, but when I hear his chair moving I risk glancing at him. Simon has my note on his hand and a small smile on his face.
Thank you, for the hot chocolate. I believe these are your favorites or am I mistaken? - Baz
He’s still smiling when he looks me in the eyes, grabs a scone and shoves half of it in his mouth. Fuck.
Today Simon is early, and when I sit down he gives me one of his smiles. I have a latte on my table and a note.
Hi Baz! You should try this one, it’s a special edition with loads of sugar.
I roll my eyes at that, but I can’t help but grin at him.
I notice that he doesn’t have any food on his table, he probably just ordered something and is waiting for it. And a bit later, the nice old lady that works here, comes into Simon’s direction, of course he ordered a bunch of scones, the tosser.
The waitress doesn’t stop at his table though, and I see Simon looking up confused when she places the plate on my table. She knows us by now, since we are always here, so she must have been confused as to whom ordered the plate this time.
Should I get up and just give him the plate? Maybe I can sit here, to see what he does. He’s still looking at me confused, so I raise my eyebrow in a way of asking him, what now? Lets see what you do Simon, come on.
Suddenly he stands up, grabs his things and glances at me. He’s blushing but he has a determined expression on his face, and when he starts walking I can’t take my eyes off him.
Before I can register what is happening, he’s sitting right in front of me.
6/20 Get some background on how Taeyeon got back into Baekhyun’s life. Baekhyun’s health has been messing up and he’s been acting strange around Taeyeon, not only that you get to jump into Y/N’s past life (her past may trigger some people and it’s based off of my personal experiences with my own mother)
Word Count: 2,594
Y/N at 14 years old
“Stop hitting me!”, I heard her scream and shove him off of her, it made me sick. I could feel all of the bumping against walls and shoving against tables. It frustrates me to no end. My own damn mother being abused just a few rooms away from me. The worst part of this all is the fact she isn’t sick, or mentally ill and doesn’t know any better. She’s 47 years old and her boyfriend is 24, she’s fully aware of the fact that him beating on her is completely wrong her only excuse is that she knows she’ll hurt him if she fights back.
He wasn’t even supposed to be here, if brother knew my mom was dealing with the same shit she was dealing with back home her little boyfriend would be gone in an instant. What really pisses me off is when my mother says if my brother ever decides to stay that her boyfriend has to go? What about me and my respect as a person living in this house? Do I need to hear him brag about the fact that he might’ve given you an STD from how many girls he’s cheated on you with? I hate whenever my mom tells me about how not to let a boy disrespect me and how I’m not allowed to have a boyfriend yet I have to put up with hers everyday.
I didn’t even want one at this point, all of her bad experiences with men fucked me up honestly. I guess the one good thing you’ll always be able to say about my mother was that she was always honest with her kids. My older brother is 9 years older than me he was the only planned pregnancy at only 17 years old, meaning she was in a relationship with my brother’s father for a little over 20 years.To put it simply, she’s been allowing men to abuse her, her entire life. However, the man she’s dealing with now is worse than ever, he extremely rude and abusive not only to my mom but continuously makes comments towards my little sister. I just don’t understand why he doesn’t have the guts to say anything to me. My mom says it’s because of the vibe I pull off, that I’m a good judge of character. She gets so pissed whenever I threaten to tell my brother, she then threatening to take away some of privileges including my sewing machine.
Breaking me away from my thoughts I heard my door swing open and shut, looking up to see my mother standing there panting with frustration, tears ready to roll down her cheeks. She was embarrassed she knew I heard all of the disgusting things he said out there. Every time they fought like this she’d run to my room to tell me that she was being stupid and that I shouldn’t ever accept this treatment. It hurt me a little knowing that she was also only coming in my room because her little boyfriend didn’t have the guts to. Her words meant nothing to me as she knew that I was uncomfortable with him living in my house.
“Don’t, I’m so tired of having this talk with you over and over again mom.”, I snapped turning away from her, she disgusted me in so many ways. I didn’t hate my life she got me the things I wanted, I never asked for much. Most of the time I’ve never gotten them exactly when I wanted them but still, I got what I wanted and I always took care of my things. One thing I can’t stand is misplacing anything, we were homeless due to her fuck ups 3 years ago. My older brother’s father had just gotten out of prison feeding my mother lies and bullshit about marriage and happily ever afters. She had completely ignored the fact that he cheated on her their entire relationship before prison I don’t know why she thought anything would change. Once she found out that he wasn’t really going to ‘mandatory work’ but to the same woman’s house he was cheating on her with she broke down. She quit her job, started smoking cigarettes again and got us evicted.
No, this isn’t like other stories where we were forced to leave our homes, she chose not pay rent because she wanted to move away to Florida. We didn’t end up going of course, we lived in hotels for almost year. Forced to throw away some of my favorite belongings, scared of whether or not we’d have enough money to spend another night in a hotel. The last few months we were forced to stay at shelters, I hated it more than anything, now we’re here while she’s repeating the same mistakes.
“You know it’s not okay to be treated like that Y/N, the only reason why I’m not fighting back is because I know I’ll hurt him.”, She spoke as if she was a responsible parent. “I’m really sorry you had to hear what he said.” I turned back around to see a tear rolling down her face. That’s once thing that always made me so confused her sadness, if she was tired of disappointing me or having her little boyfriend work her nerves why not just end this all?
“Clearly you’re not that sorry.”, I deadpanned she wasn’t sorry and neither was he, when you’re sorry for something you did you stop doing it. You can only make a mistake once and certain ones twice anything after that is no longer a mistake it’s a choice. My mother wasn’t a weak and stupid woman she just didn’t know how to fucking say no to that bastard.
“Y/N, watch how you speak to me, yes I’ll have my man disrespect me but I will not allow my own children to.”, She spoke firmly towards me.
“Why should I respect you when you let someone who clearly respects no one around your children? He knows I’m in here mom, yet he said all of those things knowing I could hear it.”, I snapped at her, this is what pissed me off. When she tried to justify what she was letting him do but then not allowing us to do the same thing.
“Remember what you promised you’d do for me?”, She asked ignoring my question. We both knew exactly what she was talking about and honestly I was just doing it prove it her that I’m stronger than she is. I promised to not have sex with more than one person, I was only to have sex with the person I was to marry. She wasn’t worried about be being abused she was actually worried about me doing the abusing, I was never one to obey a male. Since my father passed away when I was 2, I didn’t remember anything about him but, I was always told he was a responsible parent. I couldn’t look up to my brother because he’s still doing everything except what he’s supposed to be doing as responsible parent, yes his dumb ass had a baby at 16 years old. I grew up around boys so I’ve never been scared to hang out with a male. Whenever I was at school boys were disrespectful as well so I’ve never really given a fuck about the male species. Yes, I found them attractive and yes I’ve watched porn and got turned on. I just never had a need to ask a male or anyone for that matter for affection or assistance. I’ve always done everything on my own.
“I know and unlike any promises you made I intend to keep mine at whatever the cost.”, I responded.
“You’re not like your brother and sister, it’s too late for me to try and save your brother and I can already tell your sister might follow down my path but, you, you’ve never taken shit from anyone.”, She stopped to let out a laugh “Y/N, you have grown men scared of you.”
I knew I did and I like it that way, leave me the fuck alone, I like being alone it’s way less dramatic this way. I barely leave the house anymore as is, can’t I at least enjoy being in my own home? The saddest part of this all no matter what happens in the future a part of me will always be disgusted with my own mother, because she has a choice in all of this she just continues to let it happen for her own selfish reasons.
“Mom, I hate you I’m just letting you know. It’s not the teenage kind of hate I really hate you for what you’re doing and what I have to deal with because of it.” She looked shocked and almost hurt by what I had said but, it was the truth…..
Three months later.
After the day I told my mother I hated her was the day she got rid of her boyfriend. We never saw him again and she never spoke of him again.
“I’ll back I’m making a quick run.”, My mom yelled before she was out the door. Those were the last words I had ever heard from my mother. I was at home alone with my little sister for 14 hours.
Yes, I worried she was supposed to be back way before then but my calls were unanswered. My little sister had been crying for hours wondering why it was taking so long for her to come back. It wasn’t till 19 hours when my brother showed up at the door that I knew something was really wrong. My mother had died in a car accident. My mother had died knowing I hated her and that I was still disappointed in her. The worst part of this all and why to this day a part of me still hates her is because she died going to pick her boyfriend up. They never broke up and he had the audacity to tell me this three weeks after the funereal. I couldn’t help my reaction, I scratched one of his eyeballs so hard that he couldn’t even get a prosthetic eye. The damage for him hadn’t ended there, I was finally able to tell my brother all that was going on and he beat my mom’s ex until he was unrecognizable. My brother served 6 months in jail before he took me and my little sister in forced to moved back to our hometown. At least my little sister was, I study aboard in multiple countries before I moved to Korea.I was never home I was always in another country. I stopped talking to my family completely because everyone knew my feelings towards my mother. Eventually they’ll forget me and that’s what I want, I’ll always keep my promise to my mother and one day whether I’m going to heaven or hell I’ll be able to apologize to her.
Almost a year ago with Taeyeon and Baekhyun..
Taeyeon and Baekhyun sat face to face on her sofa awfully close. Baekhyun eyes were already streaming tears since Taeyeon had not spoken to him since the night of the break up. He missed her dearly, even though she wasn’t his exact ideal type she made him happy and he knew she would never cheat on him.
“Why’d you have to break up with me?”, He asked voice already searching for pity. The break up was so hard on him, all he did was cry causing his singing voice to get fucked up. Taeyeon was fine as in she was the one to cause this, she didn’t intend to make him like this she just felt unloved.
“I’m almost thirty Baekhyun.”, She chuckled letting her finger trail down his finger and fall down his chin. “I need a man to settle down with me and take life seriously, I don’t want to be an idol forever. You like to go out and party all night while I enjoy staying home…besides don’t you have a girlfriend?”, She asked scooting away from him.
Baekhyun was so caught up with Taeyeon that he had forgotten about Y/N. His feelings for Y/N were real they just didn’t make him forget about Taeyeon, However he didn’t want to mess up any future with Y/N because of Taeyeon. Shuffling further away from Taeyeon Baekhyun realized what had been happening. Taeyeon was asking to meet with Baekhyun again because she wanted to know more about Y/N. Taeyeon was never too open with just throwing herself at people and it would’ve been even more awkward for her knowing she was dating Baekhyun.
“You didn’t even want to see me you just wanted to befriend Y/N. I’m not comfortable with that so stay away from her.”, He snapped getting off of Taeyeon’s sofa.
“So you coming over here to see me was any better.”, Taeyeon blurted out before covering her mouth. She wasn’t the type to blurt things out like that and it kind of turned Baekhyun on.
“Stop Taeyeon, I love Y/N.”, He spoke trying to convince himself.
“I’m not doing anything wrong, you are if you love her go to her and stay away from me.”, Taeyeon snapped getting off of the sofa as well. “I wanted to befriend Y/N because of my own reasons you clearly aren’t that in love with her if you’re here with me.”
“I just wanted closure!”, Baekhyun snapped tears rolling down his face, Taeyeon always had a way of doing this to him making him feel like a child like he was completely beneath her. He’s sure she doesn’t mean to make him feel bad about himself but, he was still a grown man and wanted to be treated like one.
“I told you what you needed to hear Baekhyun whatever we had is over, I refuse to step into someone’s relationship.”, She raised her voice which was very unlike Taeyeon to do. “Stop loving me, it’s that simpl-” before she could finish her words Baekhyun’s lips were on hers before they fell onto the sofa.
This continued for 3 weeks before Taeyeon finally admitted she was still in love with Baekhyun. She then became a little selfish wanting to see Baekhyun all the time making him forget plans he had with Y/N. She eventually realized that something needed to be done so she didn’t have to sneak around with Baekhyun anymore.
“I want to move in to your apartment.”, She blurted out of nowhere one night after having sex.
“No, this has to end anyway and I have to tell Y/N and beg for her forgiveness.”, He said bluntly before removing himself from Taeyeon’s mattress. She didn’t want it to end yet she had to do something.
“Why not have us both? If she truly loves you then she will accept it. You have needs Baekhyun.”, She grabbed his back “Why are you letting her decided everything? The three of us all together makes you feel better than sneaking around doesn’t it?” Baekhyun didn’t know how to react he loved them both Taeyeon maybe a little more, so he went with her plan. It’s just that he ended up taking things into his own hands more than she wanted him to. Now all three of them are stuck in a mess at least Baekhyun and Taeyeon are.
“Bitch, you ruined my relationship let’s not play victim.” Kai spoke towards Taeyeon as he waited for Baekhyun in the kitchen…
yes the mc may seem like a hypocrite but remember the fact that a lot of children who see their parents being abused follow in their footsteps, NO my mother is not dead and no our relationship is not fuck up nor am I, it’s always been in my mind that if I ever allowed my anger towards her actions to turn into hate something like this could’ve happened it’s because of the fact that she talked me through everything that I’m okay though it does make me not have a lot of pity or forgiveness for a lot of people when it comes to things But anyways hope you enjoyed
based on a prompt someone on AO3 gave me where Seven and MC get into their first big fight
Summary: Saeyoung says something incredibly stupid in a fit of rage, now he has to redeem himself.
Rating: T (some swearing)
This was bad. He was allowed to hate himself, for many years he did just that, the reality of it never really bothered him but this … no this was too much to take in. It started with a snide comment, one of his own regrettably, that was spoken out of jealousy and worry. She had returned late, as she had done more frequently as of late, and Saeyoung was beside himself with desperation. Even though she’d told him that day’s meeting would be at one of the benefactors private cottages out in the countryside, meaning no chance to peep on security feeds, Saeyoung had tried anyways. All day he spent trying to worm his way into personal home security feeds, or the cameras installed in the chauffeur vehicles she’d be riding in to no avail. In fact he’d ignored his own work completely in an attempt to track her down; he was unaccustomed to not seeing her for long periods of time. Not to mention that her cellphone was seemingly out of battery or she were in a no-service zone for she’d neglected to respond to any of his text messages. In truth he was beside himself and as each minute passed his aggravation and irrational frustration swelled. Saeran, who was almost entirely normalized to his brother’s oddly possessive behaviour was even slightly taken aback. When he came in to tell him he’d be going out with Yoosung and Zen in a while Saeyoung barely paid him any heed.
“Oi, did you hear what I just said-” Saeran grumbled, eyeing his brother as his fingers worked speedily at his keyboard.
“Be quiet for a moment would ya?” Saeyoung grunted in response, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture, screen glare reflected in his lenses.
-Angela is worried as hell being a doctor and all
-She tries to talk with you about it asking if you think a psych evaluation is necessary
-She strongly recommends it
-All in all she just wants to help (she’s totally like a mom)
-Anything she can do for you she’ll do
-Doesn’t understand but tries so hard to
-I kinda scares her but she won’t let you know that
-Very open about how she feels so you’re never confused
-Always by your side in the field just to make sure you don’t go too far
-Just wants you to be safe and okay
-Amelia straight up gets it
-She understands how it feels to not get feelings
-She loves to watch you during battle ,full of emotions
-When she sits with you she’ll ask how it feels
-You two just talk about it sharing small things about how killing makes you both feel something
“I can move in today, I don’t have anywhere to sleep today.” I said to Abigail.
I found a one bedroom apartament in the worst neighborhood in the city, but it was what I could afford at the moment. And the apartament already had a TV, a frigde, a oven, and a small couch.
“Of course honey, if you need anything, I live in the apartament above you.” Abigail was a friendly old lady, she was sixty years old.
“Thank you so much.” I said to her and she left the apartament.
I went to the bank, I grabbed the money necessary to rent a place for me. Abigail’s add was the only one that allowed babies, and I need to think about my child. I went to the clinic and I got an appoiment tomorrow morning, I’m scared. Sometimes I forget about Ivar’s legs, I don’t know if I’ll be able to afford all of the things that a child on that condition may need.
After my doctor’s appoiment, I will have a few jobs interviews. I called a restaurant and they need a Sous Chef in a fancy restaurant, I don’t know anything about professional cousine, but I can cook fancy dinners, thanks to Hvirserk. I never thought that I would be glad because of him, if I got that job, I wouldn’t need to worry about food that much, something less to spent money and something less to worry about.