It was Ladybug who paid attention to the akuma victims’ stories, not Felix. He usually liked focusing on winning the battle with minimum damage done, focusing on the victim’s general background.
For example, this victim had been heartbroken and now turned love to hate. Fairly easy to guess, and no need to elaborate.
It also should have been an easy battle; he was not afraid when the akuma appeared in front of him since there was hardly any love in him to turn to hate in the first place. He’d pretend to get struck, then run off, transform, and distract the akuma until Ladybug arrived so they could take down the villain together.
He did not count on Bridgette Cheng shoving him to the ground, the arrow lodging itself in her chest before dissolving in an array of red and black sparkles.
Spock had a great deal of trouble adjusting to Earth’s gravity while attending the Starfleet Academy. Because it was weaker than Vulcan’s he constantly misjudged the amount of force needed to achieve his tasks resulting in him running into a lot of tables, throwing things across the room and losing his balance anytime he walked up or down stairs. By the end of his first year he was covered in so many bruises from running into walls at top speed on his way to class that he had earned the nickname Peaches
Request: So u have no Ubbe so I can give you some request 😎 Girl and Ubbe r married for so long but she can’t give him a baby - she’s upset he’s in love with her etc they must deal with it but it’s opportunity adoption, ofc it’s isn’t easy,lots of emotions, bad and good decisions. I hope you like it 🤞🏼AND OFC I LOVE YOUR IMAGINES AND YOU ❤️❤️❤️😂
Note: This grabbed me right at the throat, the feels, don’t do that ever to me again. ;-) Warnings: Loads of emotions, fluff, angst Words: 3047
You stood on the
docks, looking over the heads of the people gathered there. It was weeks now
since the last time you saw him and you missed him, terrible. It was one thing
to be in a forced marriage, a woman didn’t missed her husband as much as it was
in a marriage that came out of love. And this was that, you married for over a
year ago now and this was the second time he left you, the longest travel he
made. So seeing those ships dock into the harbor made the tears of joy well up
in the corner of your eyes. Pressing your body up on your toes you looked how
the first men jumped out of the ships. Somewhere that short strand of panic
filled your body while your eyes looked for him. What if he died? What if he
was badly wounded? But all of that concern faded as soon as you saw him walking
aside his brother and you pushed your way through the people, not being able to
move further when you saw that smile spreading over his lips on something his
brother said to him. His eyes started to search over the crowd, looking for
you. He looked so good, healthy, strong and handsome as always. You remembered
the first time you saw Ubbe like it was yesterday. You were cleaning the
stables when he walked in, demanding a horse before he left again. After that
he demanded a horse way to often until he only demanded you. His eyes locked
with yours and you bite your lip to suppress the tears of joy while you started
walking. His eyes scouted your body hoping to see the one thing that he was
wishing for all the time you were married, you pregnant and just as always you
needed to disappoint him. You laid your hands around his face while he pulled
you closer around your waist. You placed your lips against his and everything
you felt, you feared disappeared in this love. ‘Did I miss the most gorgeous
face of Kattegat.’ He whispered. ‘Welcome back home husband. Night won’t be so
lonely anymore.’ You smiled softly back, embracing his tightly for all your
happiness didn’t found a way out.
During the feast you
and Ubbe hardly stayed away from each other. And although you were a very
descent woman you ignored all the rules in this night. Taunting him by dancing,
exchanging promising looks and whispers about how much you missed him. On a
certain point Ubbe had enough of it and leaded you out of the great hall home.
‘What did you do on those lonely night?’ He asked you just before you walked
into the house. You turned around, your back leaning against the door while you
looked up. ‘What woman do to feel comfort and enjoyment when their husbands
aren’t home.’ You replied with a small, almost shy, smile. His deep blue eyes
prayed your body, imagining you lying in bed at night, touching yourself
because you missed him. ‘Not as satisfying as this.’ You said, laying your hand
on his chest while looking up. ‘You always show yourself to be so innocent and
good hearted but,’ he silenced his own words by the kiss you give him again. He
opened the door and pushed you backwards in. ‘I’m all innocent and good
hearted.’ You protested, pushing your feet out of the shoes before embracing
his neck again with your hands. ‘Are there any wounds that I need to attend?’
You asked carefully looking over his body. He laid his hands on your dress,
slowly pulling it up while he leaded your body towards the bed. ‘Does my wife
has wounds that need attending?’ ‘Only the black hole in my heart from missing
you.’ ‘That I can fix.’ He whispered, placing his lips against yours. You felt
his fingertips scour over your body while he pulled your dress further up. You
lifted your hands while he pulled the dress over your head. Your hair, stroke
down over one shoulder while he let the dress slip out of his hands on the
ground. You untied his leather armor, generally aware that his eyes covered
your naked body that stood before him. He helped you get rid of his and your
fingers stroked the superficial wounds and bruises he had. ‘I’m fine.’ He
promised, cupping your face before laying you down on the bed. In the weeks it
was everything you wanted, feeling his skin against yours, his hands touching
your body, feeling him inside of you. You moaned on the fore filling feeling it
gave you, the way he moved inside of you, the way he said your name, the way he
made you feel. ‘I love you.’ He panted against your collarbone, just as you
tumbled down from your high point and he spilled his seed inside of you. You
embraced his head while he laid aside you, resting it on your chest, stroking
your fingers over his braid. ‘I love you to.’ You whispered right back,
listening to the heavy sounds of your breaths before his got more steadier and
you knew he slipped away into is victorious dreams.
even Chuck Norris would stand a chance against you if you had the power of
superhuman agility. Your lightning-fast reaction time, great flexibility, and
excellent jumping capacity would definitely give you the upper hand during
grants heroes immunity to one or more forms of physical, mental, or spiritual
damage. If you possessed this power, you would never have to worry about
getting beat up by bullies, mending a broken heart, or suffering from
is the ability to understand any form of language. You could travel around the
world and never have to worry about a language barrier if you had this superpower.
Plus, you’d ace every language class in school.
if you had the power to heal? You could not only get rid of minor injuries like
cuts and bruises, but also help ease the pain of people suffering from serious
illnesses. Cancer, Alzheimer’s, and AIDs would all be history.
Leo: Super-Human Endurance
endurance allows those who possess it to exert themselves during activities
without getting tired. With this power, you could run marathons, clean the
house, and study for long periods of time with ease.
Virgo: Talking To Animals
wondered what your pet is thinking? If you could talk to animals, you’d be able
to talk to cats, dogs, armadillos or any other random animal that happened to
cross your path. You’d be a real life Eliza Thornberry.
wouldn’t even need to visit Platform 9 and ¾ to walk through walls if you
possessed the power of intangibility, which is the ability to phase through
solid matter without harm. You could never be locked out of your house or car
because a key wouldn’t be necessary.
Scorpio: Mind Control
the power of mind control, you could persuade your boss to give you a raise,
demand an A from your professor, and brainwash your parents into letting you
quit school and go backpacking through Europe. Basically, you could do anything
you wanted. Life would be grand!
you were immortal, you could live forever and be the oldest person on earth.
Young fools would flock to you seeking wisdom and guidance – they’d probably
believe anything you said. You would also have no need for a bucket list
because you’d have the rest of eternity to have fun.
wished you could turn back the clock? With the power of time manipulation, you
can! Awkward moments would never happen, all-nighters wouldn’t be necessary,
and good times would last longer with this convenient superpower.
about Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak. With the power of invisibility, you
could vanish in the blink of an eye using your mind. You could sneak out of the
house without your parents knowing and play hilarious pranks on your friends
without getting caught.
is the ability to predict the future. With this power, you could be the first
to sense danger and save the day by battling ninja assassins, fire-breathing
dragons, and other pesky villains before their diabolical plans take root.
It is said that the Trojan War hero Achilles was taught by Charon the centaur to use Yarrow to treat the wounds of his soldiers. For centuries soldiers carried yarrow in war for this reason. One story says that the plant originally grew from rust that he scraped from his spear. The botanical name translates as “Achilles’ thousand leaved herb”.
Yarrow also has a reputation in Asia. It is said to grow around the grave of Confucius and it is said in China that yarrow brightens the eyes and promotes intelligence.
In other Asian tradition, it is said that where yarrow grows, one need not fear wild beasts or poisonous plants.
During the middle ages, yarrow was purported to be able to assist in both summoning the devil and driving him away. It was used in complicated Christian exorcism rituals.
Pollen from yarrow was found in a 60,000 (or more) year old Neanderthal burial.
In the Victorian language of flowers, Yarrow can mean both war and healing.
Some Traditional Practices:
Eastern European - Tickle the inside of your nose with the leaves saying
“Yarroway, Yarroway, bear a white blow,”
“If my love love me, my nose will bleed now.”
European - Stuff a pouch of red flannel with Yarrow repeating the following words to get a vision of your future spouse in your dreams. If you dream of cabbages, however, it means death or misfortune.
“Thou pretty herb of Venus’ tree,”
“Thy true name it is Yarrow;”
“Now who my bosom friend must be,”
“Pray tell thou me to-morrow.”
(In this case, the yarrow must be picked from the grave of a man who had died young)
“Yarrow, sweet Yarrow, the first I have found,”
“In the name of Jesus Christ, I pluck it from the ground.”
“As Jesus loved sweet Mary and took her for his dear,”
“So in a dream this night,”
“I hope my true love will appear.”
Uses include healing, handfasting, weddings, and divination.
Yarrow is associated with Aphrodite, Hermes, the Horned God and the hero Achilles. It is ruled by Venus, the element water and is associated with the seventh chakra.
Yarrow is used for divination and love spells and in spells for contacting or seeking out a specific person.
The stalks are traditionally used for casting the I Ching and the flowers can be added to dream pillows to encourage prophetic dreams.
Rubbing your eyelids with yarrow is said to enhance psychic abilities.
It can be used in incense or oil to cleanse the aura, and for divination. Yarrow tea can also be drunk prior to divination, and to help the mind focus on a specific issue, or avoid distractions. Especially useful for psychic communication with a loved one and, when in times of strife, can help you and your loved one see things from each other’s point of view.
Frequently used in marriage charms and love sachets. Said to keep a newly married couple happy for seven years by keeping their love alive and preventing upsetting influences from entering the relationship. Hanging a bunch of yarrow over the bed on the wedding night is supposed to ensure lasting love for seven years. Adding it to the bouquet or garlands worn by the bride or groom serves the same affect.
Hanging a bunch of yarrow over a cradle was said to protect a baby from witches trying to steal its soul.
It is used also as a charm for pregnant woman; keep it on the right side to have an easy labor.
Yarrow strewn across a threshold will prevent unhelpful spirits from entering.
Yarrow can be used in sachets for love, courage, communication and psychic abilities.
In Europe, ancient astrologers assigned the entire Yarrow Plant to the war-god Mars and its golden flowers thereby gained a reputation for imparting to the bearer Exceptional Bravery and protection from wounds and curses. People versed in these matters tell us that if you write your fears on a piece of paper, cross the fears with your name written 9 times, and carry the paper in a yellow Conjure Bag with Yarrow Flowers, you will overcome your fears through courage, personal mastery, and luck.
Carry as a sachet or amulet to banish negativity, ward off fear, and promote courage, confidence, and psychic opening.
Principal Medicinal Uses:
Yarrow intensifies the work of other herbs, and helps the body rid itself of toxins.
Yarrow tea should be given at the first sign of a cold or flu, especially if there is a fever present.
It is also good for measles and similar diseases (anything involving fevers & spots), one ounce dried leaves to one pint boiling water. Externally, anointment made with yarrow can be applied or used in a steam bath for both headaches and fever.
Ointments and oils made with yarrow, or the essential oil of yarrow are also useful for mild abrasions and bruises, chest rubs to relieve congestion and for muscle aches and arthritis. Combine with other herbs for enhanced affect; thyme, eucalyptus, peppermint and hyssop are good.
It causes sweating, and helps break fevers. It’s also used as a general blood purifier, as it increases urination as well as causing sweating, both of which help the body get rid of toxins.
Fresh bruised leaves or powdered dried leaves may be used as a styptic (tending to check bleeding by contracting the tissues or blood vessels).
Taken internally, it helps haemorrhage and reduces excessive menstrual bleeding, as well as easing painful menstruation. For menstrual issues, make a decoction in white wine.
As with all herbs used for menstrual issues, yarrow should not be used by pregnant women.
For haemorrhage, combine with comfrey and/or plantago.
A decoction of Yarrow is useful for haemorrhoids, especially when they bleed.
Yarrow is also useful for those with allergies, both topical and internal and for those with asthma. Inhale the steam for asthma.
Use an infusion of fresh flowers to relieve symptoms or as a wash for topical symptoms and eczema. Also good for acne. Use 1 cup dried flower heads to two cups boiling water. Let steep 10 minutes covered. Pat onto the skin with a clean cloth.
Fresh leaves can be chewed to relieve toothaches.
Rinsing the hair with yarrow water is said to prevent hair loss, but does not help once it starts.
Prolonged use of yarrow can cause photo-sensitivity.
People who are allergic to ragweed may find themselves allergic to yarrow. Use appropriate caution.
Summary: Dean moves to a new town, and meets the Reader. The two quickly become friends, and discover something special in common.
Part 1 in Magic Series.
Oh my gosh- 300 stories!! I can’t believe I’m already at this point, it’s amazing. Thank you all for reading my stories,. Without you, I wouldn’t be who I am, and I wouldn’t be this far. So thank you.
In celebration of 300, this is the first part to a new series I’ve wanted to write for so long. It’s a Harry Potter themed fic, in the Harry Potter Universe. I’m planning on posting parts on Saturdays from now on, expect for Halloween. They will be longer, each part eventually focusing on one year at Hogwarts. So, let me know what you think!! Enjoy, and again, thank you!
What are some dorky yet cute things you think the shepherds would do when they fall in love? I love your blog btw, I look forward to reading ur posts whenever something new shows up! It's like a breath of fresh air! :)
IF THERE’S A PRIIIIZE FOR ROTTEN JUDGEMENT i GUESS IVE ALREADY WON THAT
Appropriate music ayyy
If you haven’t noticed the pattern, girls: Olivia, boys: Sev
Speaking of fluff guess who had to reject a person today oops bad severa
And awww, such a nice thing to hear! uwu! Reading these is liek the fresh air that i seriously need ^_^ <3
Severa: She makes gifts for you, but whenever you ask her what she’s hiding behind her back, she flushes red and throws them at you. “HERE, YOU IDIOT! See if I ever buy you gifts again!” she shouts at you. When she goes shopping in town, she sees gifts she thinks you’d like and flushes bright red, muttering under her breath.
Lon’qu: He ends up with a lot of cuts and bruises, because he trains to get rid of his ‘vexing feelings.’ But when he does this, he ends up hurting himself quite often due to his recklessness and overdoes his training. His distraction methods fail because coincidentally, you’re the one that’s always patching him up.
Alright so me and my boy @mcschwifty were talking about gross old men dirty talking into smol boy’s ear in Spanish. And GUESS FUCKING WHAT?! I gotta write this shit now because I love the idea of Spanish speaking Rick. FUCK ME UP!
Tags: Spanish speaking, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Thunder Thighs, Google Translated Spanish because I don’t have a beta for it
Morty is like 17 here. So, a junior in highschool. 11th grade for anyone who doesn’t know what that term means. Also, a big HC of mine is that Morty and Rick don’t stutter while they’re speaking Spanish.
EDIT: SPECIAL THANKS TO
replay FOR GIVING ME CORRECT SPANISH TRANSLATIONS! THANK YOU!
Morty walked into Rick’s room fuming out both ears. He had slammed the door shut behind him as the smoke built up around his head. He didn’t stop and look up when Rick called his name from across the room. He dropped his book bag with the slump of his shoulder. He then face planted into the military cot and screamed into the soiled pillow, kicking his legs and hitting his shin against the ending bar. He was so pissed about everything and anything.
His anger could be seen from the tips of his ears as red blush traveled over his body.
“M-OUR-orty, Morty, what are you doing in here? D-Do I come into your room unannounced,“ Rick asked as he walked the length of the room to his bed.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: And the story deepens! I have something very big planned out for this and I even surprised myself with the plot I’ve written out lol. This chapter’s a bit short, but it’s short for a reason. ;;;;)
Are you, dear readers, good detectives?
“Let go of me! I’m going to fucking kill that
bastard!” The aggressive patient thrashed in the arms of the code team’s men,
rage plastered on his visage as he glared at the apathetic Yoongi with such
malice in those deep brown eyes of his.
Yoongi doesn’t bother with a reply and instead stares blankly
at the wall with hooded eyes. Blood streamed down from his nose, dripping down
onto the floor and the crimson hue of it creates a disturbing contrast against
the white tiles. A horrible uneasiness squeezed inside Y/N’s chest at the
unsettling sight. Millions of panicked thoughts flooded her mind as she
watched the code team’s men stab both patients with syringes and drag them out
of the room in a hurry.
Y/N scrambled to get on her feet, her legs a bit shaky from the
surge of shock and panic. She then forced herself to follow the team outside but
once she passed the doors, a hand grabbed her wrist and made her stop in her
Y/N’s shock-stricken eyes flicked over to look at who it was,
“Taehyung?” She managed to speak and only now has she realized that
she had been holding her breath, “What are you doing here? I-I have to go
check on Yoongi,” The young woman told him in a panicked hurry, her
sentence very much like a rap due to how fast she spoke.
The doctor shook his head, “Don’t. I witnessed
everything,” he tells her sternly, “The code team’s going to treat
104’s wounds then restrain him with the four-point cuff system in his room.
They’re very strict so there’s no way you’d be able to get in the room.
Y/N’s e/c eyes lingered for a bit on his deep brown ones in hesitance,
but she soon let out a shaky sigh. "Fuck,” She bit her lip,
harshly running her fingers through her hair using her free hand, “today’s
my second day as Yoongi’s nurse yet everything has already gone downhill…”
Taehyung smiled reassuringly, “It’s not the end of the world;
You still plenty of time to spend with Yoongi to help him. For now, why don’t
you just take a break?” He hummed and let go of her wrist, “Relax.
Stay away from Room 104 today because it’s never a pretty sight when the code team’s
"Alright,” Y/N nodded with much reluctance,
“I wish I could have protected him though..”
“Y/N,” Taehyung spoke with a gentle voice,
“Y/N, we have the code team for that. Please don’t forget that you’re not as
physically strong as men like them… You might get hurt.”
Y/N opened her lips to reply but was cut off when Taehyung continued
to speak, “Just go clear your mind and continue your day like how you used
to before you were assigned to Yoongi.”
As the kind doctor advised, Y/N spent her shift as if she wasn’t
Yoongi’s personal nurse; She helped around the hospital, she assisted the
doctors and the patients, and she spent time with some patients so that they
weren’t so lonely being cooped up in their rooms for so long. During all this,
the memory of Yoongi getting beaten up by that man and getting sedated by the
code team kept on replaying in her mind. Even when she got home.
The young woman dragged her tired self up the stairs of her home
and entered her bedroom, letting herself fall down onto her bed where she fell asleep almost instantly due to fatigue.
Knock, knock, knock.
Y/N rapped her knuckles against the door,
a growing feeling of anxiety nipping at her insides. “Yoongi?” She
called as she cautiously pushed open the door. There on the bed she finds said
man, face slightly swelling and littered in bruises.
Carefully, Y/N closed the door behind her and approached the
unresponsive patient. It was quite unsettling and a bit painful to see him like
this, as she still had bouts of regret for only having watched him get beaten
up instead of intervening. Her feet brought her beside his bed and she sat down
on the floor.
“Yoongi, are you alright?” Y/N asked him who had
his empty gaze focused on his own hands, “Nevermind, why’d I ask that when you’re
obviously far from alright?” Y/N’s worried eyes scanned his figure and she
felt her chest squeeze at how he looked with bruises adorning his once flawless
face. The most noticeable one was the palm-sized discoloration on his cheek.
Yoongi breathed unsteadily through his lips that had been cut
near the corner, his chest rigidly heaving up and down. Y/N clutched her book
tighter, “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to do anything,” She says weakly,
but Yoongi continued to ignore her.
“Should I continue the story?” Y/N forced a small
smile, “To keep your mind off of that incident,” She opened the book
and flipped through the pages, trying to find where she had left off yesterday.
She felt pretty useless knowing that this was all that she could do for him,
but she pushed on nonetheless.
“Reading to you like this won’t magically get rid of
your bruises, but I think it’ll help distract you from the pain for at least a
little bit, I hope,” Y/N held the book to eye level and like yesterday,
she read the story for him.
After almost an hour, Y/N completed four more chapters and
as expected, Hoseok came in with a smile. “Good morning!” The bubbly
nurse beamed, but his smile faltered a little at the sight of Yoongi, “You
look pretty beaten up there, but with a little more nursing from Y/N and I,
you’ll be fine and dandy soon enough!” He assured Yoongi as he gently
propped him onto his feet, the patient visibly wincing despite Hoseok doing his
best to be as gentle as possible.
“You’re always so cheerful, Hobi,” Y/N said as she
stood up after placing the book down, her legs slightly aching from being
seated in such an uncomfortable position for so long, “I wish I could be
as positive as you are.”
“I like to think that being happy-go-lucky like this makes the patients
feel at least a little bit better,” Hoseok tells Y/N as he led Yoongi out
of the room with utmost care, “that it lets them know everything’s going to be alright and
that even though they’re in a place like this, it’s not impossible to be happy.”
Y/N followed along, an understanding smile plastered on her lips
at the nurse’s inspiring words. “You’re right,” She nods, matching
her pace with theirs as she walked beside Yoongi, “I’ll keep that in
Soon, they part ways and Y/N makes her way to the staff break
room. Midway, a voice calls out her name and she looks up to see Taehyung
walking towards her. “Y/N,” The doctor smiled, “How are you
feeling? How is patient 104?”
"I’m fine, Tae,” Y/N smiled at the young man as
she slipped her hands inside of her cardigan’s pockets, “A bit shaken but
fine, thanks for asking. Yoongi is still the same unresponsive man I’ve met two days
ago, but now the only difference is that he’s covered in those.. unsettling bruises.”
“Those will fade eventually,” Taehyung tells her
with a soft smile, “let’s go and eat, I made something great today. It’ll
make you feel better.”
Y/N nodded, following her coworker inside the break room where
they sat at the usual table with Namjoon and Seokjin. Taehyung got two lunch
boxes from his bag that sat under the table, handing one of them to Y/N.
“Are you sure that you two aren’t dating? Because it’s quite hard to
believe when you’re always being so sweet,” Namjoon quirked a brow, making
Seokjin let out a small laugh.
“Well, Y/N does look a lot like my future
girlfriend,” Taehyung joked, giving the said female an amused smile. Y/N ignored it, much too busy thinking of her patient’s well being.
“Tae..” Y/N chuckled once she saw the contents
of the lunch box, “I think you’ve mistaken me for a child, Tae,” She
mused, smiling at the three quail egg ‘chicks’ in the lunch box that had sesame
seed eyes and corn beaks, all resting on the swirled spaghetti 'nest’, thin
strips of sausage on the sides to represent twigs.
“Are you not a child?” Taehyung jests as he swirled the spaghetti around his fork. Y/N rolled her eyes and lightly punched his arm in a playful manner which made the doctor laugh, “I’m just kidding!”
As they ate, Namjoon spoke up
once more. “I heard about the incident at the common room yesterday,”
He started, “and decided to do a little research. I found out that the
patient who attacked him was patient 220, Jeon Jungkook. He lived in the same neighborhood
as 104 which means that they most likely are acquainted.”
“Anything else?” Taehyung asks.
“I’ve asked around and someone told me that they’re very close friends. Apparently, they’ve been friends since high school.”
“Jeon Jungkook?” Asked Jimin, his words slightly
muffled by the amount of fries in his mouth, “Yeah, I know him,” He then
swallowed the food before taking a sip of his coke, “What about him?”
“He ran to Yoongi and beat him up as soon as he saw
him,” Y/N leaned back against her chair with a troubled expression, her
eyes staring at the greasy burger nestled in her hand, “He looked
“He has every right to be pissed,” Jimin scoffed
and took a bite of his cheeseburger with a scowl on his face, “also every
right to beat that fucker up.”
Jimin swallowed his food once more. “That asshole
killed his girlfriend right infront of him,” He says in a tone full of distaste,
“after constantly harassing her. He’s worse than dirt.”
Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed. You mustn’t judge a book by its cover,
of course, but something felt off and it bugged Y/N to no end. Yoongi doesn’t look
at all like the type to do that. “I don’t think Yoongi could possibly-“
"You barely know him, Y/N!” Jimin cut her off
immediately, shooting her a look as if to say 'Are you out of your mind?’,
“don’t tell me you’ve already gotten comfy with him, Y/N. Please don’t
trust him. Stay away from him because he’s nothing but trouble.”
“He doesn’t even respond, Jimin.”
“I don’t care. Just promise me that you won’t trust
Y/N rolled her eyes and nodded, “I promise that I
won’t trust him,” She tells him and this earns her a sigh of relief from
Jimin, “but that doesn’t mean that I won’t interact with him anymore,
Jimin. It’s my job to help him.”
"Y/N, I’m serious. My friend witnessed him kill her in front
of Jeon. He was there that night. He even touched her before that, for fuck’s
sake!” Jimin ran his fingers through his hair in irritation, “I’m telling
you this because I don’t want that asshole to hurt you. My blood boils even at
the mention of that fucking name.”
“I’m also serious, Jimin,” Y/N sighed, “I
won’t get hurt. Trust me.”
“How are you even going to 'help him’, anyway? That asshole is beyond salvation, if you don’t already know.”
"I have a plan.”
"That’s the end of chapter fourteen!” Y/N announced
with a kind smile, shutting the book closed before placing it down on the
floor. “I’ll be right back, okay? I’m just going to go drink some
water,” She tells Yoongi, getting up onto her feet before making her way
out of the room.
“And quench my curiosity,” Y/N muttered under her
breath and started walking down the hallway. With each step she took, her
apprehension and excitement grew.
Her footsteps came to a halt in front of the last door located
at the end of the hallway. Y/N read the room number written on the sign on the
wall next to the door and once she confirmed that it was the right one, she
knocked on the door before entering.
The man on the bed immediately turned his head to look at her,
obviously confused as to why she was there. He raised an eyebrow as his deep
brown doe eyes carefully inspected her. “Who are you?”
“Hello, Jeon Jungkook. Mind if I stay here for a
Cal’s face, for lack of better words, hurt like a bitch. He was glad that James had only gone for his face, because he was sure that he would not have been able to walk if he went for any place else. He had taken a moment to put his nose back into place with a simple spell (which was just as painful putting back into place as it had been when James punched him) before he went to go and find Rosa, needing to let her know that James knew about the two of them. He hadn’t even thought to get rid of the swelling, or the bruising, or the pain in any way while he searched for Rosa. When he finally found her, his body seemed to relax, as if he had been holding all the tension inside him when he couldn’t find her, and he smiled at her bright red hair. “Princess.” He said gently, getting her attention, since her back was turned from him. “He knows.”
Summary:You and your neighbour Ashton never really got along until he decided to change that, making you two the most unlikely set of best friends. Both of you are dancing on the edge of desire but the question is, who will slip first?
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“It’s okay Ashton. I’m fine really, don’t worry about it.”
When we were racing back from our little adventure I’d obviously tripped and fell, banging my hip off a rock on my way down. Ashton came straight over and proceeded to lift my top up and pull my shorts down a little to get a better look at it. Safe to say I was mortified and not to mention a little turned on even through the pain. I was okay, it was just sore, I’ve probably just bruised it but Ashton keeps fussing over it when I want him to just relax. He keeps coming over to where I’m sitting and insists on looking at it to see the bruising every half hour or so.
“You might feel okay now but I can guarantee that it’ll be agony in the morning.” He nudged me to sit up for him to check it again. I grudgingly sat over on one bum cheek, lifting my hip to help him get a better look at it.
“I didn’t know that you were a qualified nurse” I teased him as he began to inspect the bruised area.
“Yep, so you better just let me take care of you and stop telling me you’re fine.” His fingers glided over the sensitive area and I felt a rush of tingles up my spine. I didn’t know if it was from the sensitive bruising or because it was him, but I was betting on the latter. He studied it for a minute, paying attention to see if I would flinch as he touched certain places.
Exo Scenario: “Don’t touch me.” with Sehun Pt 10 ~
I hope you’re all as excited as I am for this part :) I love that you all like this series as much as I do, and thank you all for the kind words and messages that you’ve sent about it! I never knew it would be this popular and it just started off as an anon request, so I really never thought it would get like this. But thank you all again! This isn’t the end, but we’re getting close. Let me know what you all think of this part!
“They still haven’t found the person that did it.” you heard from the other end of the phone. Jongdae had called you to see how you were feeling, because obviously all of the boys were worried. You had learned that Sehun had come running to you during one of their practices, using the tracker in your phone to find where you were. And though it still didn’t settle with you that you could forgive him so easily, he had apologized…
“I don’t really care if they find the person that did it.” you confessed, “I just want to get up from this damn bed.” and you rolled your eyes at the nurse coming into your room now, offering you more pain meds that you really didn’t want or need. You could still feel the numbing of the last dose she had given you. You waved a weak hand at her and she nodded, going away.
Jongdae chuckled on the other end of the line, “Well, I’m glad that you’re feeling better, enough to joke around.”
You let out a short, humorless laugh, “I’m not joking. I really want to get out of this bed.” it was mandatory for the hospital to keep you overnight, and even more so because they had found fractures in your legs and arms. They wanted to make sure that you were safe and taken care of before they allowed you to go home. And even then, they wouldn’t allow that until they were sure you had an escort. As much as Sehun - and Jongdae - had offered to be that escort, you had told them no simply because they had so many schedules over the next few days. From award shows, to new performances, you didn’t want to mess them up more than you already had.
“You just have to be patient, (Y/N).” Jongdae said. There were a few voices in the background, some of which you couldn’t hear clearly enough, while others were closer, asking if they could talk to you. You smiled softly because Kai sounded like he was worried.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, taking the phone from his hyung without asking, to which Jongdae complained and yelled “Yah! Give it back!” you chuckled at their fighting, shaking your head for you to only groan with the pain in your back. You sighed.
“Better than I was last night, but still sore.” and at that, there was another few voices behind Kai and Jongdae, asking if they could speak to you as well. You shook your head, “You all really should be getting back to rehearsals. Don’t you have a performance later today, anyway? I wouldn’t want to be the reason you mess up in front of your fans.” Kai scoffed at that, but then someone else was taking the phone from him, turning on speaker phone.
“The staff are looking at us right now, asking who we’re talking to. Tell them we’re only getting fashion advice (Y/N).” Baekhyun’s voice drawled into the phone, which made you want to laugh.
“No…get back to rehearsals, all of you.” you answered, “And give Jongdae his phone back.” you added in, making the boys all sigh and grumble on the other end of the line, their shuffling feet all that you could hear before Jongdae was back on the line, chuckling into the receiver and making you smile.
“He misses you a lot, by the way.” Jongdae said in a whisper, after a few seconds of silence.
Your heart seized at the sound of that. You knew that Sehun missed you. He had told you as much last night, when his manager came to retrieve him from the hospital, tugging him away from your side. You weren’t even sure how long he had stayed there with you, as the pain and sedatives had kicked in and you had gone under for several hours. It had to be hours that he had stayed with you, just holding you and not letting go. It made your heart swell even to think about it. And despite having stayed with you for those several hours yesterday, he was one of the only ones that refused to speak with you on the phone.
He was either being very careful with you and your feelings, or he just didn’t want to get too emotional in front of his hyungs. You could respect both of those options, if either were true.
“I know.” and you sighed, closing your eyes for a second and trying to relive a time when it wasn’t so complicated between the two of you. When had your life become filled with this type of drama? It wasn’t originally like this when you started dating Sehun. Honestly, it wasn’t like this until those pictures came out of the two of you. Those pictures that still surfaced fansites every once in a while, netizens still talking about the rumors and wondering if Sehun was just hiding behind SM’s “official” statement.
Just as you knew it was, they believed it was all fabricated lies to keep the company looking good. You couldn’t blame the fans for being suspicious. But they didn’t have to throw so much hate at Sehun. It only made these types of things worse. Didn’t they realize that he was a real person behind the mask of being an idol?
Whatever the reasoning behind their harsh words, you still cringed at the memories of the beginning of this drama. His words, more than anything else, kept replaying in your head.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
Your sharp intake of breath alerted Jongdae on the other line, who had been rattling off their schedule to you, telling you when they had free time to come visit you.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice rising an octave that was sure to catch someone’s attention where he was, making the other members think that you were hurting more than they knew. You shook your head and tried to breathe normally, though tears were stinging your eyes.
“It’s nothing. Just overwhelmed, I think.” and you rolled your shoulders to try to get rid of the pain in your back, the bruises along your shoulders hurting as one of your hands went up to poke at them. You grimaced against the pain. “You should get back to the others. Thank you for calling me to check up on me.” and you sighed, wanting to apologize for how harsh you had been. “I-I’m sorry for what I said last week. I shouldn’t have been quite so harsh. I still want you all in my life.”
There was a silence on the other end of the line, and you almost thought that he had stepped away or hadn’t heard you.
“Jongdae?” you called.
“Hmm? Yeah, I heard you.” and he seemed almost sad, “We’ve all made mistakes in the past few weeks, (Y/N). If you can forgive Sehun for what he did, then your decision to cut us off wasn’t nearly as bad.” and you could hear him trying for a smile, could hear it in his voice, “I’ll talk to you later? Hope you feel better. Bye!” and then he was hanging up.
Would it make it worse to tell him you weren’t sure if you had forgiven Sehun yet?