House Rules (M)

Originally posted by nnochu

Summary: Frustration over recent political changes sets you off, and your loving husband helps you see the error of your ways.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,492

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, husband/wife relationship, teasing, punishment, edging, ass play, dirty talk, political themes

A/N: I could probably add more warnings. Rest assured, this is not vanilla. Enjoy!

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You’re Mine

Originally posted by memoriestomelodies

Jiyong x Reader

Word Count: 2681

Genre: Fluff into smutty smutty smut smut

You loved your new family.

They weren’t your actual family, but they were the closest thing you had at the moment. You had lost your parents a few years ago in a car accident that changed your life forever. Having been the only child, and having the rest of your family live across the ocean, you were more or less alone now. You worked a lot, trying to keep busy, before going home to your apartment.

But that all changed when you met Jiyong. He was so sweet, and caring, and hilarious. His bright, bubbly self had broken his way into your life, and you couldn’t imagine it without him now. The two of you had met while he was on vacation. He had stopped in at your café, and the two of you started talking and became instant friends. You exchanged phone numbers, and agreed to meet up with him a few more times before he headed back to Seoul.

You fell in love with him almost instantly. Hearing him talk about himself, and his dreams, and his goals. He told you about his friends, and how they were a huge part of his life. Listening to him go on and on about things, always stopping to ask for your input, or apologize for talking so much. You thought he was adorable. You always just smiled and reassured him you were listening to him, and he wasn’t talking too much. You told him about yourself, about how your parents moved to South Korea when you were a baby, and how you had grown up there your entire life. About how the rest of your family all lived in the United States, and how you visited them twice a year. He was impressed that you could speak both languages so fluently, and asked you to help him with his English.

You didn’t tell him about your parents right away, not wanting to scare him off right away, but as your friendship grew, going on for months, you had no choice. On the day of the anniversary of your parents’ death, Jiyong surprised you with a visit. You had taken the day off work, not being able to hold yourself together enough to go in. It may have happened a few years ago, but the pain was still as fresh as ever.

He let himself into your apartment, having had a key made last month for when he was in town so he could let himself in while you were working. He came in, thinking you weren’t home since all the lights were off. He switched on the living room light and saw you huddled on the couch, crying quietly, holding a picture of your parents and you. You were so wrapped up in memories and your sadness, that you hadn’t even heard him enter. He walked over to you slowly, reaching down to touch your shoulder.

When his hand touched you, you screamed in surprise, looking up at him wide-eyed. He simply looked at you quietly, and you just broke down. You started sobbing as he pulled you into his arms, rocking you gently. As the sobs started to quiet down, he asked you what happened, and you told him about the accident. He sat quietly with you the entire time as you told him all about it, simply rubbing your back and kissing your hair as he held you. At the end of your story you sat limp in his arms, exhausted from the emotions rushing through you. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed. He helped you change, and laid you down, tucking you in.

“Give me a call if you need anything okay? I’m gonna be right down the hall on the couch,” he said, standing up to walk out. But you reached out and grabbed his hand before he could walk away.

“Please,” you whispered softly.

“Please what (Y/N),” he asked, looking down at you worriedly.

“Please don’t leave me alone tonight,” you begged him. You knew it was a bad idea. You knew that you needed him to be more than just your best friend tonight, and you knew that he would only ever think of you as his best friend. But it didn’t matter. You were so emotionally drained that you decided one more heartbreak wouldn’t do much damage.

He hesitated a moment before nodding, laying down in the bed next to you. You turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. He reached up and brushed them away, shushing you before you could say anything and pulling you close to him.

“I’m here (Y/N),” he whispered softly, his chin resting on your head. “Go to sleep. I’m right here.”

You closed your eyes, your body and mind exhausted, and you quickly started to drift off to sleep. As you faded into your dreams, you could have sworn you heard him say “I love you”.

You woke up the next morning, stretching out to find an empty bed. You sat up, looking around for Jiyong, but you didn’t see him. You got up and walked out into the hall, listening to see if you could hear him, but your apartment was quiet.

“I knew it was too good to be true,” you said to yourself quietly. You went back in your room and climbed back into bed, not ready to face the world yet. You started to doze off again when you heard keys in your door. You shot out of bed and walked out of your room, looking down the hall as Jiyong let himself in, carrying a tray with coffee and a bag from a bakery in one hand. He looked up to see you and you melted at the smile that formed on his face. You smiled back and went over to him, taking the tray out of his hand and walking to the kitchen, with him trailing behind.

“I figured you’d need some serious caffeine this morning,” he said chuckling as he pulled some plates out of your cabinet and set them down on the table. You sat at the table and reached for the bag, but he slapped your hand away, making you laugh. He handed you the coffee and waited for you to take a sip. It was your favorite. Your smile grew as you felt the hot liquid warming up your body immediately. He grabbed the butter from the fridge and set it on the table, pulling out your favorite fresh croissants from the bag. He buttered one and handed it to you. You smiled up at him sweetly.

“You don’t have to take care of me you know. I’m okay. Really,” you said, playing with the pastry. He sat down next to you and took a bite of his own pastry, smiling over at you.

“Yes I do,” he said. “It’s a man’s job to take care of the woman that he loves.”

Your eyes flicked up to his in surprise, staring at him for a moment. His face turned bright red as he stared back at you, waiting for you to say something.

“You…you love me?” you stuttered. He nodded, smiling shyly at you. You jumped out of your chair and jumped on his lap as you hugged his neck. “I love you too,” you said, your voice muffled as you hugged his neck. He laughed and hugged you tight. That was the beginning to your perfect relationship.

It wasn’t a fairy tale romance by any means. The two of you fought like any normal couple would. But at the end of the day, your love was strong enough to make the fights meaningless.  After a few weeks Jiyong asked you to move in with him. His days were getting busier and busier and he was finding it hard to make it out of town. You quickly agreed, not being able to stand the thought of being away from him for too long. After another month or two you finally met the guys, and you all immediately became best of friends. But you and Seungri were closer than anyone else. He was like the older brother you never had. You talked to him about everything, and the two of you were always together, when you weren’t with Jiyong.

One day you were at the studio with everyone, watching their dance practice. You had stopped in during the afternoon to bring Jiyong some lunch, and you brought everyone coffee from your favorite café. You sat down against the back wall, watching Jiyong dance, your eyes raking over his body like a cat in heat. You loved watching him dance, seeing the sweat glistening on his skin, watching his muscles move as he did. You licked your suddenly very dry lips, not noticing Seungri walking up to you.

“Geez, close your mouth will ya? You’re gonna make them slip with all the drool your letting out,” he said chuckling, pulling a coffee out of the tray next to you. You laughed and smiled up at him.

“Nice to see you too brat,” you told him, getting up to give him a hug. As your arms wrapped around him, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You screamed in laughter as he ran around the studio with you on his shoulder, your legs kicking as you yelled at him to put you down, before he finally did. You yelled at him while you were laughing, punching him in the arm. He rubbed it in fake pain, whining playfully, complaining that you were going to injure him before the show. The two of you kept going on and on, joking around and touching one another, not noticing Jiyong’s mood growing darker and darker as he watched the two of you.

He yelled for Seungri to get back to work. Seungri gave you a hug before running back to formation and going over the dance again. You went back to your spot and watched them finish up practice. As they finished and everyone was standing around talking and laughing, Jiyong came over and grabbed him stuff immediately.

“Let’s go,” he said gruffly. You frowned in confusion.

“Aren’t we going to hang out with the guys?” you asked as he sighed, reaching over to grab your hand.

“No. We aren’t. Now let’s go,” he said, pulling you behind him, not saying anything to the guys. You knew better than to argue with him when he was like this. You had to let him calm down first. You yelled goodbye to the guys as he dragged you out the door, following him, asking him what was wrong, but he wouldn’t talk to you. The two of you got to the car and he opened the door for you, waiting for you to get in before slamming the door and walking around to the driver’s seat. He got in and the two of you drove home in silence, his hands tight around the steering wheel in anger.

When you arrived at your apartment, he got out and immediately headed inside, not even waiting for you.  You huffed and got out, slamming your own door as you went in behind him, slamming the apartment door shut.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You scream at him, sick of getting the silent treatment. He froze in his tracks before turning to look at you.

“What’s my problem? Really?” He asked, his voice growing as his anger did. “My fucking PROBLEM is you and Seungri! Where do you get off letting him touch you like that?! Huh? You’re mine (Y/N)! You belong to me! Not that fucking brat!” He yelled back.

You softened as you heard him speak. You understood now. He was jealous. He was scared. And it was adorable. You walked over to him as he was yelling at you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him mid-rant. You smiled up at him as he started to calm down.

“You have nothing to be jealous over,” you told him. “I’m all yours.”

He smiled down at you. “Damn straight I am,” he says, his hands trailing down to your ass, pulling you tight against him. “And I’m going to show you just how much your mine.”

He lifted your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he walked the two of you to your bedroom, throwing you on the bed. He pulled off your clothes, before pulling off his own, your breath catching in your throat as you stared at him. You loved it when he was dominant in bed, and you knew you were in for a good time tonight.

He climbed on top of you, kissing you hungrily, your arms immediately wrapping around him as you kissed him back. He kissed down your jaw, to your neck, nipping and sucking as he went, leaving his mark on your skin in his wake. He kissed all the way down your body, to your sweet spot. He spread your legs, biting and sucking on your thighs, leaving dark bruises all over them before finally licking your spot. You cried out in pleasure, your back arching on the bed as your hands tightened on the sheets.

He buried his tongue inside of you, spearing you like you were being fucked, your hips rocking against his mouth in pleasure. He switched between licking inside of you to sucking on your clit, until you were at your limit. Your mind blanked as you started to tighten around his fingers, but he pulled away just before you were able to explode. You whimpered down at him as you begged him to let you release. He climbed back up your body, licking along the way up, making you squirm with need.

“Could that BRAT make you feel the way I could?” he asked, biting your earlobe as you moaned in pleasure. “Could he make you scream the way I do? Orgasm the way I do?” He kept asking, as his hands touched you, just enough to bring you pleasure, but not to let you release.

“No…no!” You screamed. “Only you, only you.” You begged.

“That’s right. Because you are MINE,” he said, pushing into you as he said the word mine. Your mind flooded with pleasure at the feel of him finally inside of you, that one movement finally pushing you over the edge. You screamed in pleasure as you clung to him. He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head as you came around him, his own moans echoing in the room as yours turned to whimpers. He started to move inside of you, in slow calculated thrusts. He pulled out slowly, before slamming back into you, over and over again, driving you wild.

You squirmed underneath him, wanting him to move faster, begging him to move faster, but he kept you pinned down beneath him.

“Who do you belong to,” he whispered in your ear. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you cried out. “I belong to you.”

With that he started moving faster, letting go of your arms. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, clutching to him tightly, as he thrusted inside of you frantically seeking his own release. After a few more thrusts you felt him lose his pace, getting closer to his own end, your second orgasm quickly growing as well. You pulled him down to kiss him hungrily as the two of you came together, clutching to one another as your breaths started to calm down.

He rolled off you and held you close as you tried to control your frantic heart. You smiled up at him and kissed him tenderly.

“I love you Jiyong,” you told him as you tucked your head into his shoulder. He squeezed you tight as you started to drift off, exhausted from your love making.

“I love you too (Y/N),” he said, kissing the top of your head, pulling a blanket over the both of you as you both fell asleep.

~Librarian Joon

Sorry for the delay everyone. Y’all know how crazy life can be. But here’s our first new request! I hope the anon who requested it likes it! The beginning is kinda long I know, but it kinda just wrote itself :3 Let me know what you guys think! And don’t forget to send in more requests <3

Ache (Kai) ~ Final


“What do you mean I can’t come along?!” Jongin questioned in anger as he wheeled his chair out to the living room, following Baekhyun.

“If you haven’t noticed, your leg is broken and you need to rest. Not to mention I don’t think it’d be great for you to be there when you practically dumped her.” Junmyeon answered in a harsh tone. He flinched slightly but understood why that tone was given.

“I’m sorry, Jongin. But we can’t allow you to come along.” I apologized. We all gave him a look of sympathy before putting on their jackets and exiting the dorm.

We all filed into the car silently as I took the driver’s seat. The drive to (Y/n)’s apartment was almost silent aside from Jongdae and Baekhyun chatting, trying to liven the mood. Everyone felt the tension that was radiating from Junmyeon in the passenger’s seat. We all knew he was still angry at Jongin for hurting (Y/n) like that. She was like a younger sister to him, I’d be surprised if he didn’t get angry.

I was trying my hardest not to just speed to her house because it felt awkward sitting next to him. He was just facing the road, not saying anything.


There was a knock at my door and I was going to sit up but Byul pushed me back down to go open it herself. Within minutes, thundering feet was getting louder as my bedroom door opened. In came eight certain idols with concern written all over their faces. I was kind of disappointed when Jongin’s face didn’t show up.

“Did the driver get fined for shattering your leg?” Baekhyun was the first to ask. I chuckled, shaking my head.

“She’s in the process of it right now, actually.” I replied. They all either took a seat on my bed, pulled up a chair or settles themselves onto the floor.

“You’re looking for Jongin, aren’t you?” Yixing questioned, noticing me looking at the door every other second. I looked at him, down at my hands before nodding.

“It was just like you said the other day. He injured his ankles and couldn’t perform yesterday.” Minseok filled in. My eyes widened. Oh no, that must be frustrating for him. Performing is something he loves most. I knew this would happen. I let out a sigh, shaking my head.

“We didn’t want to say ‘We told you so’ without you. It wouldn’t be fun.” Chanyeol smiled, trying to cheer me up. I worked somewhat. I slightly smiled

They stayed for another hour, just chatting with Byul and I before they had to leave for a rehearsal.

Three Months Later •

I got better. Two weeks ago, I got my cast off and was walking fine. It took all my willpower not to walk to the SM building and see Jongin. I must be an idiot for still having feelings for him. I think Byul can see how I feel now that I’m not with him anymore.

“Come on, girl. I know you’re upset, but please, I’m getting sad just watching you be like this.” she said one day when we were on break. I shook my head, getting rid of the thoughts of him from my mind before looking at her.

“No, you’re right. I’m just being pathetic.” I took a deep breathe in before nodding. We were walking together back from our break at a little cafe down the street.

“I’m sorry, Byul..I can’t help it. I just miss him so much. I always wonder how he’s doing, how he’s eating or even if he misses me or not.” I explained to her as we opened the door. The little bell chimed as we walked in.

“If he misses you? Well, I guess we’ll find out now, won’t we?” she asked. I looked over to her in confusion. She didn’t look at me, instead her eyes were directed towards the counter, unblinking. I followed her line of sight and froze. There, with his back facing the front counter stood Jongin. He looked like he came here looking for someone and judging from the way his eyes widened, I can guess that he found that person.

I didn’t want to think anything and get my hopes up if he really did come here to talk me so I tried to move back to the kitchen, avoiding eye contact with him.

Just before I could move three steps, I felt his presence coming at me. I panicked and moved away a bit too late when he took me by the wrist.

“I need to talk to her.” he stated to Byul before pulling me with him towards the stairs to the terrace. He then placed me in front of him, blocking the door so I can’t go anywhere. I let out a sigh, playing with my fingers as I waited for him to speak.


Three months. It’s been three months without her. Every day I wake up with regret because she wasn’t there to text me good morning. I missed her so much. I got my cast taken off two weeks ago and was now slowly moving back to dancing. Though, I’m sure the members noticed how I don’t put much emotions or movements in my routine.

I’m lost without her. I’ve only eaten when they tell me, and even then I find myself wishing that she was here and that she made this food for me. It’s been three months since I’ve tasted her cooking. I’ve missed the love that I felt in her food whenever she brought me some.

Everyday I have hope that the studio doors would open and she’d walk in with a basket of food to feed us. I hope she’s come and visit again and show me how caring she is.

I’ve been feeling this way for three months and everyday is gloomy as the last.

“Jongin, why don’t you just admit that you miss her and go talk to her?” Chanyeol decide to break the ice today. I looked at the ground, having my fringe cover my eyes because I didn’t want to face anyone.

A sigh was heard from the room as I heard someone get up and make their way towards me.

“Look, I know you miss her. I don’t care how embarrassing it is for you to admit it but we all know it. Your style of dancing has changed since last week and we all noticed it. I’ve forgiven you for hurting her but don’t let her keep on suffering. She called me last night, crying because she missed you so much.” Junmyeon started. My eyes widened as I looked up at him. He held a serious stoic face.

“She deserves so much better, we know, but it’s so obvious that you two still love each other, just go talk to her, she’s about to come back from her break at work.” Jongdae informed, standing up as well.

Just hearing that, I instantly turned and dashed towards the door. Throwing it open, I remembered to grab my sweater before running straight down the stairs. My hood was thrown up and I sprinted towards the restaurant that (Y/n) works, not caring whether or not people recognized me.

And now, here I am, on the restaurant’s terrace, looking at who I hoped will be my girlfriend again.

“I know…I’m wrong. And you have every right to yell at me and hit me and never talk to me again for what I put you through but please hear me out.” I started, putting two hands in front of me to keep her calm. She crossed her arms, waiting for my explanation.

“I missed you so much. I regret the very day that I hurt you the way I did. I’m so sorry I took advantage of you and neglected you. But please, I missed seeing you. I missed your morning texts, your smile, you! I’ve been losing my motivation to dance and perform without you. You’re the light of my life and without out, I’m so lost. Please…I’m sorry. If-if you gave me a chance, I’m do anything to win you back..” I explained. By the middle of my confession, her arms had dropped to their sides, she looked surprised at what I had said and that worried me.

“ do know that it’s going to take more than an apology to get me back right?” she questioned. I perked up, looking at her with hope. This means I have a chance. She’s giving me another chance. I smiled and even though she’s not looking at me I could sense that she’s hiding her grin.

The next weeks, I’ve been sending bouquets of flowers to her apartment every morning. Even though I’m we’re not together, I’ve been feeling so much better. Byul’s been giving Jongdae a few calls to tell him (or rather all of us because he always puts the call on speaker) that she’s been so happy to receive flowers. I know I can’t see her every single day, I felt relieved to know that she’s happy and smiling again.

Two weeks later •

I had a free day today and I decided to call (Y/n) to go on a date in the park. I was ecstatic to hear that she wanted to go as well. Of course, we knew not to go out during the day time so we chose to go around 8, when it was dark and no one can recognize me.

My hand knocked on her door and within two minutes, she opened it, smiling up at me as she stepped out, taking my breath with he.

“Wow..” I breathed. Her cheeks turned pink from hearing it.

“Ready to go?”

I nodded before we left the building. A stroll around the park, eating some street food, we finally sat down at a park bench. What I wasn’t expecting was for he to lean he head on my shoulder.

I decided to take a chance and take her hand, intertwining our fingers. Relief flooded through me when she didn’t pull away.

“I missed this..” she whispered, running her thumb over mind.

“So did I…(Y/n), I’m so sorry for hurting you…I-” she cut me off.

It took me a few seconds to realize that she had placed her lips over mine. Her eyes were closed and I knew I had gotten another chance. My eyes closed as well and our lips moved in sync. Through our kiss, I felt her lips turn into a smile.

We pulled apart and stared at each other. I opened my mouth to speak but she placed her finger over my lips.

“Shh…I forgive you.” she whispered before wrapping her arms around my waist, leaning her head back on my shoulder.  I threw my arm over her shoulder, putting my head on hers.

The two of us sat there, enjoying the silence, watching the glimmering lights of the city, happy to be in each others’ arms again.


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Thus ends the series ‘Ache’. I’m glad that many of you liked it. Did any of you feel chest pain because of this?


Originally posted by jngn-km

(Does anyone know the owner of the GIF above? I just wanted to apologize for using this same GIF for the fifth time for this series. ♥)

Can we all agree that the Two Rivers’ women are the coolest?Thank you!

The villagers had never seen Trollocs before (more like myths by the time Moiraine visited) and here we have a female killing one with a pan!A PAN!and then she actually went to hunt around the area for more of them…

Let Me Help - Part Seven

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Summary: Jo comes to talk you down after a spat with your mom. You confide in her about Lola

Words: 1,176

Sam x Reader

Warnings: none

Your name: submit What is this?

“You can’t do that!” you shouted, standing up to level with your mother, “I’m an adult! I can make my own decisions!”

“Y/N, it’s fine,” Sam soothed, reaching to take your hand before realising what he was doing, “Thank you for your hospitality, Ellen, but Dean and I will drive up and stay with Bobby tonight. We don’t want to intrude.”

“Don’t be stupid, you’re staying here,” your mom replied, walking over to retrieve a room key, “I don’t want you driving anymore today, you’ve already done enough.”

“Ellen, that’s not necessary,” Dean told her, the two of them getting to their feet as well.

“Dean you’re staying,” she sighed, “Look, just because I don’t want your brother to corrupt my daughter, doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

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Originally posted by canonspngifs

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 739

Part 7 of The Games We Play

There was no way. The man that you were working the case with could not be the same one that you had fallen for. Your eyes read the words over, and over. They mocked you. Finally, the two of you thought you should talk about this face to face. You agreed to meet him at the diner for breakfast the next morning. This was a lot to figure out, and you both needed time to accept this.

Laying in bed, you couldn’t sleep. The person you’d grown to love online was so drastically different from the one that you’d spent your day with. Tearing up, you rolled over, your stomach dropping. How could this end well? Especially with how he was! He’d made you feel so special online, and then today? All he did was flirt with everyone. You allowed yourself to break down, your heart breaking.

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Half Sister (With A Twist) Part 2 ~Supernatural Imagine~

Hello humans! I am so so sorry this took so long, I’ve been going through some stuff and I just couldn’t write. BUT, I hope you like this! :) 

*Not My Gif*

“Did those idiots hurt you?” Crowley asked.
“No, I’m fine. Look, can you meet me somewhere?” I asked him as I drove up the road.
“How about here?” I suddenly heard his voice next to me.
I jumped, causing the car to swerve to other lane of the narrow road. When I gained control again, I looked over at him with an angry
“What the hell?! You could of caused me to wreck!” I yelled.
“You wanted to talk.” He simply said.
I rolled my eyes and stared at the road.
“That stupid Winchester is such an asshole!” I ranted aloud.
“Darling, you’re a Winchester too.” He said with a playful smirk.
“Ugh, don’t mention it.” I said.
He smiled and chuckled a bit. I looked over at him, then back at the road.
“I’m so glad you think this is funny, because now I’m a target.” I said as I clutched onto the wheel in anger.
“Oh love, don’t worry. Those idiots won’t hurt you. You’re family, they never hurt family.” He said.
“I don’t think Dean would have any problem killing me.” I said.
“He gave you that whole tough "I’ll could kill you if need be” attitude, didn’t he? You shouldn’t be scared of him.“ Crowley asked.
"I’m not scared of him!” I snapped.
“Good, then don’t worry about being a target.” He said.
I looked over to him, but noticed he had disappeared. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I took a few deep breaths, then finally started to
calm down. I pulled up to the small motel I was staying in and parked. As I walked up the stairs, it started to pour down rain. I put
my hood up and walked into my room, locking the door behind me.

*Dean’s Pov*
We followed the car for a couple miles, before she finally turned into a small motel parking lot. I parked across the street and looked
over at Sammy.
“So what now?” I asked.
“Let’s just watch her for a little bit. Just to be sure that she’s not up to anything.” Sam said.
I rolled my eyes and looked back towards the motel.
It was a half hour before she came back out of the room and it was only to get a water. I sighed loudly and sat back in the seat, keeping
my eyes on her. As she walked back to her room, I noticed two strange guys following her.
“They weren’t there before.” Sam said as he sat up in his seat and grabbed the door handle.
“Wait, why are we doing this? She’s half angel, half demon. I’m sure that freak can take care of herself.” I said rudely.
“Don’t call her a freak!” Sam snapped at me.
I looked at him confused.
“You’ve known the girl for two minutes and you’re already defending her against your own brother?” I questioned in disbelief.
“I’m not defending anyone, but you know I hate when you call people freaks. Just because their different, does not make them a bad
person.” He stated firmly.
I sighed and rolled my eyes, looking back at the motel. The two guys were now knocking on her door. As we watched, we noticed them
pulling out angel blades.
“Let’s go.” Sam said as he opened the door and ran towards the motel.

*Y/N’s Pov*

I heard 3 loud knocks on the door as I sat on the bed. I slowly stood up and stared at the door. No way in hell I was answering that..
3 more knocks sounded, but this time louder. I headed to grab my angel blade, but was stopped by the door being kicked down. Two guys
that were clearly demons walked in with smug looks on their faces.
“So you’re the demon angel?” One of them spoke.
I stayed silent as I stared at them.
“Get her.” The other spoke quickly.
I tried to run, but the demons were quicker. They grabbed the hood of my jacket and threw me back against the wall. I winched in pain
as they walked towards me and cornered me. One of them grabbed my jacket and pulled me up abruptly. He lifted the angel blade and smiled
Then there was nothing. There was a loud bang and the two demons eyes and mouths lit up a bright orange. Their now lifeless bodies fell
to the floor and I looked up to see Sam and Dean standing in the door way holding their guns.
My brothers….saved me?
“Thanks..” I mumbled softly.
“Yeah, well don’t expect us to do this every time. Next time, you won’t be so lucky.” Dean spoke sternly.
“Yeah…..yeah I know…” I said quietly.
They walked in slowly as I grabbed my bag off the bed. I stopped and looked at them.
“Why did you save me?” I questioned.    
“It was Sam’s idea, not mine. I would of let them kill you.” Dean stated.
“Dean stop.” Sam snapped.
“No. Let him continue. He’s naturally an asshole so you might as well save your breath.” I said as I stared at Dean.
“I am not an asshole!” Dean yelled as he walked towards me.
“You obviously are. You use the term "freak” so loosely and you don’t know how bad that hurts some people! How did Sam feel when you
called him that for the first time? Huh? I bet it crushed him! And do you know why you don’t see a problem with it? Because you don’t
have a different bone in your body! You’re the “perfect” person!“ I screamed in anger.
"You think I’m not different? That I’m "perfect?! I was in hell!” Dean yelled.
“And I grew up there!” I screamed back.
He grabbed my jacket and slammed me against the wall.
“You don’t know what I’ve been through!” He yelled in my face.
“And you don’t know what I’ve been through! So, stop being such an asshole!” I yelled back.
He slowly let go of my jacket as his face softened. He sighed and looked down, then back up.
“Look, I’m sorry..” He spoke quietly.
“It’s fine..” I mumbled.
“No, it’s not. I just…” He started to say as he grabbed his right arm.
I looked at him, confused, then looked over at Sam for an explanation.
“He has the mark…” Sam whispered.
I looked back at Dean in shock.
“The mark of Cain?” I questioned softly.
Dean sighed and nodded.
I looked at them and took a deep breath.
“I might be able to help you..” I said.
They both looked at me in complete shock.
“What do you mean?” Dean asked.
“I’m a demon and an angel. I might be able to help figure this out….if you stop being a dick.” I said as I laughed a bit.
Smiles spread across both of their faces as they chuckled.
“Fine. Where do we start?” Dean asked.
“You can start by getting your sister some lunch….I’m starving.” I said with a smile as I walked past them and out the door.

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55. “I’m sick of being useless!”

Frank gripped the steering wheel in anger, his knuckles turning white. Karen could see the intense look on his face as they drove by streetlights, his lips pursed together tight. 

With her arms folded and an almost identical glare on her face, Karen looked straight ahead at the road as Frank drove them back into the city of Hell’s Kitchen.

‘’How many times do I have to tell you not to chase after this shit, huh?’’ Frank spoke, his voice low and frustrated. 

‘’I was doing my job,’’ Karen defended.

‘’Bullshit. You had more than enough on that shitbag to do your job,’’ Frank shook his head. ‘’You just couldn’t let it go,’’

‘’The police weren’t responding, no one was!’’

‘’So you thought you’d stop him? What? What did you think you were going to do?’’

‘’I just needed to see him, to know this was the right guy,’’

‘’And do what?’’ Frank pushed.

‘’I don’t know!’’ Karen snapped. ‘’Jesus, I don’t know! I just needed to…do something! I’m sick of being useless! I’m sick of seeing all this shit happen and not being able to do a thing about it!’’

Karen turned to look out the passenger window instead of the road ahead, hiding her face from Frank who was glancing over at her with a more softened expression now. She had tears forming in her eyes - angry tears - and she hated that it had all built up so much.

Frank knew that everything Karen did was to help someone, to stop something from happening and to ultimately do what he was trying to do in this city. 

‘’You’re not useless,’’ Frank told her, his voice calm. ‘’Shit, far from it. Know where I’d be without you these past few months?’’

‘’I can’t do what you do,’’ Karen shook her head.

‘’That’s a good thing,’’ he assured. ‘’Last thing you want is to be anything like me,’’

‘’The wrong people are being sent to jail while the real assholes are still out on the streets. And I know who they are, I know what goes on, and I can’t do a thing about it,’’ 

‘’You do more than you think you do, believe me,’’ Frank insisted. ‘’You know how many people would have been screwed over if you hadn’t worked against Fisk?’’

‘’And how many people are being screwed over anyway now that he’s gone and others move in?’’ 

‘’There’s a war in every street of this city ma’am, you can’t win them all,’’ he explained. ‘’But don’t ever think you’re useless, alright?’’

Karen didn’t look back to him, but she nodded her head in understanding. Hell’s Kitchen was a hard place to believe in justice, but she would never give up fighting for it, even if one day it got her killed, which was exactly what Frank Castle was afraid of. 

Hurt ~ Calum Hood Imagine

Rating: Heartbreak Girl (sad)

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He walked in and the room went silent, everything in slow motion, and nothing else could grab my attention.

He walked in with his hands shoved in the front pockets of his black jeans. And the light blue button up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows.

My favorite shirt to wear.

Well used to wear.

His hair was shaggy; the way it was when he was with me.

And his face;

The face I wanted to wake up to everyday

The one I don’t get to.

“Did you hear me?” his rude nonchalant tone, taking me out of my haze.

“What?” I asked still fixated on the one my heart truly belonged to.

“Who are you looking at?” He asked jerking my shoulder to face me towards him.

“HUH?” He edged on.

“Nobody, no one” I answered harshly shrugging out of his grip.

He wrapped his arm around me and brought his lips to my ear, “better not be”, his cold tone making me shudder.

He kissed my ear to play it off in front his his friends.

I was about to say something,

But then he showed up.

His stare burning into my soul and I could feel the anger and jealousy seeping from his body.

“Hey! You all made it!” his voice full of excitement as he gestured towards the 4 boys I missed so much.

They said there hellos before ashton and Michael wandered off to find something to drink.

But Luke and Calum stayed; Luke talking to one of his friends,

And calum,

Calum just stared at me so coldly.

I couldn’t look him in the face.

Not after what happened between us.

“Calum mate, this is my girlfriend” he said introducing us.

Ironically Calum should be the one introducing me. I knew him like the back of my hand.

“Yeah I know” Calum said coldly.

Oh please Calum don’t piss him off I prayed silently.

“You know her?” He asked as his hand tensed around my shoulder.



“Doesn’t make a difference how I do; I just do” he spat.

“Mate I said how the fuck do you know her?” He asked again squeezing my shoulder so tight I swear his fingertips were touching bone.

I yelped softy trying to be silent.

Calum’s head snapped towards me and directly down to my shoulder.

“Let her go” he said coming towards me.

“You know mate, that’s not really up to you is it” he said with a dark smirk as he laced his other arm around me.

His breath hot in my ear as he whispered loudly so Cal could hear,

“Why don’t we show your friend here, who you belong to.”

He started attaching his lips all over my neck and ear; I squirmed trying to get away.

“Kiss me” he demanded, cupping my cheek and forcing his lips into mine so hard I knew I was going to have bruises from his fingerprints the next day.

I let a shaky breath out so I wouldn’t cry.

“I said let her fucking go; she doesn’t want you” Calum said pushing him off me.

“And how the fuck would you know what she wants” he said pushing Calum back.

“She wants me” Calum said confidently.


“Oh yeah, then take her” he said pushing me forward with so much force the lower half of my body hit the floor but luckily Calum caught my arms and helped me up.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

I just nodded; not able to speak to him yet.

“Take the stupid bitch” he laughed.

And that was it.

Calum let go of me and next thing I know he was on top of my boyfriend….

Smashing his face into the tile floor;

over and over and over again.

Luke tried grabbing Calum off of him but he shook him and smashed his head harder.

“Calum stop! Please!” I begged.

He stopped momentarily and looked at me.

I stared at the battered face in his hands.

He was going to need stitches; plenty.

Calum was about to disregard my plea before I grabbed his hand and the spark of a much needed touch redirected his focus.

“Calum please, let’s go” I cried silently.

They were already calling an ambulance, which meant police, and Calum definitely couldn’t explain that to his manager.

“Hurry the police are coming” I said trying to yank him off the unconscious body.

“Together?” He asked quietly.

“Yes Calum, together, anywhere you want to go” I said staring down at him.

The horrendous anger turned into bearable anger as he nodded and got up.

I took his hand and we ran out the door as fast as we could.


I guided him towards the car but he stopped mere feet away from the car and attempted to take the keys away.

“Oh no, you’re in no place to drive” I said yanking the keys away.

“Oh and you are? You’ve been drinking” he pointed out.

Defeated, I gave him the keys as he opened up the passenger door for me.

No matter how mad he was at me; he was still my Calum; my sweet chivalrous Calum.

I stepped in and waited for him to get inside.

He made his way around and got into the car, quickly starting it and driving off.

He gripped the steering wheel in anger and I knew it was best not to speak when he was angry and I was tipsy.

I sat there and thought of the last time Calum was in this car.

The day I took him on the surprise date to a Green Day concert.

He was so giggly and cuddly and touchy and…happy.

We were both so happy.

Now look at us; miserable apart….and miserable together.

No matter what we just weren’t meant to be.

Tears started trickling down my face and I let out an accidental sob.

I let my hair fall around my face so he wouldn’t see; but it’s Calum, he knows me better than anyone.

He looked over and sighed, resting his furrowed brows for a moment.

He reached over and placed his free hand on my thigh to rub small comforting circles.

The ones he always did to calm me down.

The ones that always worked.

It was silent for a few minutes, his presence was comforting but left me anxious.

“Wh-why do you drink now?” He asked out of no where, his tone evident that he was trying to keep the anger to a minimum.

“I’ve always drank” I answered quietly.

“No, maybe a few, but not like this” he stated.

“It makes it easier” I stated oh so softly.

“What easier?” He asked confused.

“To be around him” I choked.

“To put up with myself” I said the last part before the tears started streaming down my face again.

He sighed sadly and rubbed more circles on my thigh before I placed my hand on top of his.

He entangled our fingers and let me squeeze his hand while I cried.

It was simple but comforting.

But then again everything about Calum was simple.

And everything about Calum was difficult.

But no matter what, he was always comforting.


Calum pulled down a familiar street.

And pulled up in front of her house.

“Calum we can’t go in there” I gasped.

“Why not? She’s in London on vacation anyways” he said stepping out of the car.

“Oh” I muttered getting out and shutting the door.

“I was going to do that” he said with cold eyes.

“Oh, sorry” I said lowering my eyes.

“C’mon, before Mali’s security shoots us or something” he said walking towards the door.

He unlocked it and we both entered the dark empty house.

Calum went into the kitchen, flipped the light on and grabbed a drink from the fridge.

Finally in good lighting I saw the damage done to Calum.

His knuckles bruised purple and green with small cuts with blood around them.

His forehead had a large gash with clumped blood.

I gasped and Calum turned towards me.

“What, what is it?” He asked.

“Calum you’re hurt”

“So are you” he said pointing to my knee where I had a large bruise from being pushed on the floor by my “loving” boyfriend.

“But you’re bleeding” I said.

He shrugged and took a drink from his bottle.

“Come here” I sighed, extending my hand towards him.

He walked over and took it while I led us to the bathroom.

I gestured for him to sit on the toilet while I opened the towel drawer, took out a washcloth, and ran it under hot water. I walked to the larger cabinet and retrieved the first aid kit.

“Wow you remember where everything is” he asked.

“Uhm, we house sat for Mali a lot” I explained awkwardly before walking back to him.

“Yeah, I guess we did” he said looking at me as I was mere inches away from his face.

I began to press the hot cloth against Calums forehead wound lightly.

Calums eyes on me; watching me the entire time.

I accidentally applied too much pressure to the gash and Calum winced with pain,

clenching his jaw and furrowing his brow.

Out of habit I used my other hand to reach up and stroked his face gently to ease the pain.

He closed his eyes and leaned into my palm.

I knew he missed my touch just as much as I missed his.

I cradled the cheek of the face that I missed so much.

I took the washcloth off and applied some ointment and gauze.

Next I grabbed his hands and wiped the blood off of his knuckles. He winced every time I applied pressure.

“Thank you for taking care of me” he said trying to be extra gentle and caring.

I nodded and brought both his hands up to my lips to place small kisses along his knuckles and fingers.

He leaned into me while I kissed his bruised hands.

I couldn’t stop; I felt responsible for all of this.

I mean I was, I caused the fight between them.

Calum getting hurt was my fault.

These bruises were because of me.

A few tears must of hit Calum’s hands because he used one hand to hook under my chin to make me look at him.

“Why are you crying?” He asked in an almost whisper.

I understand though, the vulnerability of the moment called for fragility.

“Because look what I did to you” I said gesturing at his knuckles.

“What? No you didn’t, I hit him because I wanted to, you didn’t make me do anything. This isn’t your fault babe” he explained, the last word flooding my mind with memories and made my heart rate rise for a split second.

Oh how I wish it were the same.

“It’s his” he continued, “the way he treated you…he deserved it” he said in disgust.

“Why- why are you even with him?” He asked genuinely confused and mad.

“Calum don’t” I sighed letting go of his hands and turning my back to him.

“Don’t what?”, the anger flooding back into his voice, “Don’t ask you why you’re with that selfish asshole?” he finished.

“He’s not like that” I tried to defend.

“He’s not like that? He’s not like that?”, he stated getting more upset, “Don’t give me that shit, look what he did to your shoulder and face!”

“He was just drunk okay” I pushed out the excuse loudly while throwing my hands up.

“Oh come on! That’s no excuse!” he challenged.

“Well it sure was your excuse wasn’t it?” I retorted; yelling now.

His face fell and all the anger seemed to slip from his body.

“I-I told you it was an accident” he tried bringing his old excuse back.

“Of course it was an accident”, I said with heavy sarcasm, “You accidentally got so drunk you blacked out, you accidentally let her throw herself all over you, and oh let me guess, you accidentally slept with her to” I spoke with such poison and hate.

"I didn’t sleep with her! You came into the room! You saw!” he defended himself for the hundredth time.

“And if I had showed up 10 minutes later?” I challenged.

“Well I- I, I don’t” he stammered.

“Save it Calum, I’ve heard it before” I sighed and waived him off before taking a step towards the door.

He jumped up and ran to block the door.

He rested his hands on my shoulders.

“I fucked up okay”, he started, “I hurt you, I know. I’m sorry”, he continued and I could see the remorse and regret fill his eyes, “but being with someone like that won’t change that” he breathed.

“You really hurt me Cal” I spoke barley audible.

“I know baby, I’m sorry. But he’s hurting you more than I ever would” he tried his argument again.

“I’d take his pain over yours any day” I stated.

His chest swelled up and I could see his jawline more prominent than ever before; he was mad…..again.

“Why are you choosing him? I know I hurt you, but he’s physically hurting you, and you’re still choosing him!” He yelled.

“At least I can heal from that!”, I yelled back, “a few bruises are nothing compared to the pain you left me!”, I continued, he gulped and tightened his hand into a fist, “I’d take a few days of physical pain over the nonstop emotional fucking pain I’ve been in since I caught you with her” I finished, angry tears surely escaping me now.

His chest was rising up and down, his nostrils were flared, his hands were balled up, his jaw was clenched, “You think he cares about you? I care about you! I’ve always cared about you!” he yelled, slamming his fist into the wall.

He let his head hit the wall and all I could see was his shoulders moving up and down from how heaving he was breathing.

“Calum….” I spoke softly.

“What” he spat harshly.

I started to rub his back gently and immediately his shoulder and head fell with relaxation.

But as quickly as he calmed; he frenzied.

His built grew and his breathing hitched.

Next thing I knew my back was against the wall with Calum’s hands on either side of my head and his face mere inches from mine.

The look in his eye was…crazy.

Full of remore, jealousy, anger, pain, and confusion.

But even with all of that his brown eyes were still soft and comforting.

His lips parted and I swore he was about to yell again but the exact opposite happened.

His head dropped and fell onto my collarbone.

Light sobs filled the room.

His entire persona changed.

He went from angry and cold Calum to melancholy and broken Calum in seconds.

His head snapped up and tears rolled down his cheeks.

“How long?” he asked through sobs.

“How long what?” I asked softy.

“How long do I have to live with the biggest mistake I’ve made in my life”, he breathed before closing his eyes and pressing his forehead against mine, “hurting you.”

“Cal, I”

“I’m sorry”, he breathed, “I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for the random girl, who meant absolutely nothing and drinking too much. I’m sorry for the way things ended, and I’m sorry that it led to you being with someone like him, to you being hit, and humiliated, and fuck” he stopped and lowered his head to cry again.

“This is all my fault” he breathed out over tears.

My heart ached for the fragile broken man in front of me.

Seeing him hurt only hurt me more.

I reached up and wiped the tears falling off his cheeks.

He leaned into my palm and rested his shoulders.

“I forgive you” I breathed softly.

His head shot up in disbelief.

“I forgive you. It won’t be the same for awhile, but I forgive you” the words felt right but I couldn’t believe what I was saying.

“You really forgive me?” He asked with wide eyes.

I nodded and wrapped my arms around him.

He sighed and did the same.

“You love me again?” he asked running his fingers through my hair and resting his head on top of mine.

“Never stopped” I laughed lightly hugging him tighter.

This boy was so clueless sometimes.

I looked up and he had the biggest smile on his face; a genuine smile.

The one he used to have when he was with me.

The one that let me know everything was going to be okay.


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Housemates (Calum Hood x Reader) Chapter Six


Warnings: Expletives, sex references.

A/N: Next chapter we find out what Calum supposedly did to Jess that has made (Y/N) hate him so much! P.S. Thank you to those who have said such nice things about this series, I really enjoy writing it so I am glad you guys enjoy reading it!!


Calum’s P.O.V.

(Y/N) sits opposite me at the table, her parents sat either side of us. The only sound that can be heard is the clinging of spoons hitting the cereal bowl, or the sound of us crunching on toast. I keep meeting (Y/N)’s eyes and hold their gaze until she furiously breaks the eye contact. She’s still mad at me. It’s been a week, and she hasn’t spoken to me. Not even once.

I must admit, at first, it excited me. The fact that I had pissed her off so much that she couldn’t even find it in her to utter one word to me, sort of put me on a power trip. But now, I don’t know if it really is me that’s holding the power. I’m sick of the silent treatment, I’m sick of the death glares across the table, I’m sick of the whole walking out of the room whenever I enter thing she does. I’m sick of it all. I miss her talking to me, even if it is just a mouthful of abuse that I get.

I make myself scarce after breakfast, disappearing to my room to get ready. It’s my last weekend of freedom until I start placement on Monday, so I want to make the most of it somehow. Although, I don’t know how I’m going to do that when all my friends are back in Sydney, and the only “friend” I’ve got here doesn’t want anything to do with me.

I’m in the middle of getting changed, when I overhear two voices coming from just outside the door.  I move closer to the door, because it sounds like it’s (Y/N) and her mum, and I want to know if she’s slagging me off. I think it’s highly likely, seeing as she knows I’m in here and that I can probably hear their conversation even with the door closed.

“She had a date last week, and I was supposed to be going over to hers to do her hair and make-up and things, but she texted and told me not to bother. I think I was too hard on her, and I’m scared she doesn’t want to be friends anymore.” I hear (Y/N) complain to her mum.

“Darling, the best you can do is go over there and apologise.” Her mum advises, “And don’t push her. I think you think too much into things. Jess is right, it’s been five years, and she probably is over him. Perhaps it’s about time you did too.”

“I would go, but usually Dad would give me a lift. I know you have work soon and my car’s in at the garage, so there’s no way I can go.” (Y/N) replies.

A sudden rush of adrenaline hits me as I swing open my bedroom door. (Y/N) and her mum both turn to face me in surprise.

“I can give you a lift if you want.” I shrug.

(Y/N) scowls at me. “I’d rather not bother, thanks.”

I roll my eyes, shaking my head at how ridiculous she’s being. I don’t even think I remember the reason she’s being like this with me.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Her mum soothes, “If this thing with Jess is really getting you down, and you want the chance to make things right, why let anything stop you? You don’t have another way of getting there that suits you, so if Calum’s offering, you might as well take it.”

“Don’t you understand?” (Y/N) spits, “I’m going to see Jess. If he comes with me, he’ll want to see her, and it might put her off going on her date tonight.”

“Hang on a minute!” I intervene, “I said nothing about coming with you, I said I’d give you a lift!”

“Aren’t they the same thing?” (Y/N) questions, clearly trying to patronise me.

“No, actually, they’re not.” I object, “I’d only be dropping you off and then turning around and coming back here. I wouldn’t want to go in with you anyway.”

(Y/N) spits out a laugh, as if I’m supposed to want to see Jess.

“Do you seriously think I believe for one minute that there isn’t a catch to this?” (Y/N) asks me, folding her arms.

“If you want there to be a catch, then there can be.” I tell her seriously.

“I don’t.” She answers.

“Good. That’s settled then.” I shrug, “I’ll go get a shirt on. Meet me at my car in ten minutes.”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes as she disappears into her room. Her mother looks back at me, impressed. “Good negotiating.” She winks, before walking past me and down the hall. I shake my head as I re-enter my room to finish getting ready. Sometimes, I don’t even know why I bother trying to make things up to her, she makes it so difficult. I just want to get on for the sake of her parents, more than anything.

The drive over to Jess’ place is pretty much silent, other than the music playing on the radio. She changes station a couple of times, before eventually settling on one she likes. If anyone else had done that, I would have had a go at them – “my car, my choice” sort of thing – but I’ll give her a free pass.

I pull over at the house I remember being Jess’, and I was just going to leave it because, like we agreed, there wasn’t going to be a catch. But I don’t always stick to promises unless I think it would benefit me, and in this case, it doesn’t. I lock the doors as she’s about to get out, and she almost screams in frustration.

“You said there wasn’t going to be a catch!” She yells at me.

“I changed my mind.” I reply coolly.

She sighs in frustration. “Well, could you change it again please?”

I shake my head, “Not until we talk.”

“There isn’t anything to talk about.” She shrugs, looking straight out the window.

“Really? Because I think there’d be a lot to talk about when we haven’t spoken in a week.” I spit.

She sighs, but she doesn’t say anything. She sits with her arms folded and looking straight ahead of her. I look over to her. Even though she’s mad, and fed up, and pissed off…I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so beautiful. The way the sunlight is shining on her face…the way her eyes shine with it…the way her skin looks so soft and delicate…I’ve never seen anything like her.

“Why are you so mad at me?” I suddenly say.

That is normally the last question I’d ask. I don’t like having people explain to me where I’ve went wrong – I’d much rather I just apologise and move on somehow. I don’t even know if that’s possible, but it seems to work with the boys. Perhaps it’s different with girls, perhaps it’s different with her…or perhaps I’m just an ignorant pig. Who knows?

She harshly turns her head round to look at me. “You seriously don’t know?”

“Is it still about what I supposedly did to Jess?” I question softly.

She laughs to herself. “For once, Calum…no, it’s not.”

I furrow my eyebrows, “Is it about the girl I brought home last week?”

She shuffles in her seat, and that’s how I know I’ve hit the nail on its head. I sigh to myself.

“There’s something you should know about that…” I begin.

“It’s because you disrespected my parents.” She suddenly speaks, “They’ve trusted you, let you into their home, even sacrificing their daughter’s comfortability…and you disrespected them by using their home as a whore house.”

I twist my face at the name “whore house,” that’s not what I’d call it, and that’s not how I see it.

I roll my eyes, “Your parents don’t even know I had a girl over.”

“NO, BUT I DO!!” She shouts at me, pointing to her chest.

Sudden realisation of what this is really about dawns on me.

“Are you…are…are you jealous?” I ask her, slightly surprised myself.

She rolls her eyes, “No, Calum, I’m not jealous!”

“Then why is it such a big deal to you?”

She looks back at me as if I’m stupid. “Because my parents are a big deal to me, and disrespecting them doesn’t sit right with me, don’t you understand?”

“Now let me out this car!” She yells, holding onto the door as if she knows I’m going to do as she says.

I sigh, rolling my eyes. I unlock the car doors, and she opens her door, and begins to step out.

“I didn’t sleep with her.” I confess.

(Y/N) pauses for a second, as if she’s taking in what I’ve just said, and suddenly climbs back into the car and shuts the door behind her. “What?”

I shrug, “I didn’t sleep with Daisy.”

(Y/N) furrows her eyebrows at me. “But…she was in your bed, wearing your shirt?”

“I know.” I nod, “But I didn’t sleep with her.”

“Well, why not?” (Y/N) questions, before smirking at me, “Could you not get it up?”

I shoot her a glance. “Because she was too drunk.”

“What do you mean?”

“We got the last bus home but, the motion of the bus had thrown her off guard, and when we got off she kept throwing up all over the place. I eventually got her back here and, got her changed into one of my old T-Shirts, and placed her dress in some water and cleaning stuff over night. I let her take the bed, and I slept on the floor.” I explain, “I wasn’t going to take advantage of the poor girl, you can understand that, right?”

(Y/N) loosens up slightly, as she slowly nods her head. “I suppose…you did the right thing.”

I take a deep breath as I look at her, “So…can we call a truce now? This constant arguing has got to end!”

(Y/N) sighs, “Over the whole Daisy thing, yes. Over what you did to Jess, no.”

I clench my jaw, “You know, one day you’re going to realise that not everything’s as it seems, and you’re seriously going to eat your words when you realise Jess isn’t the perfect little angel you think she is.”

(Y/N) tuts, as she re-opens the car door, and climbs back out. “Goodbye, Calum!” She yells, before slamming the car door shut.

I slam my hands on the steering wheel in anger, before driving off. I was really hoping we could put all this arguing to one side, because I’m getting sick of having to defend myself to her every time she decides I’ve done something wrong.

I think it’s about time we sorted this out once and for all. If we can’t, I’m leaving.

                                                                                 CHAPTER SEVEN >>

All In My Head

A/N: So here we go my entry for @teamfreewill-imagine and @latinenglishfandomblog‘s Sam’s Sixty June Jobs. My job was soldier. Thanks to @hiddenwritingsintheworld both for betaing it, helping with a title and helping me with my idea. Thanks! Please let me know what you think guys :)

Pairings: Soldier!Sam x Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, T-Bone (soldier friend) and other people.

Summary: Sam’s time as a veteran was never easy; he was experiencing the aftereffects of being a soldier. What will happen when Sam suffers from PTSD?

Warnings: Mentions of torture, character death, poorly written fight scenes, language, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, angst loads of angst, I think that is it.

Word count: 3.5K+

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What Nyarlathotep says here seems to be a reference to the concept of the three poisons from Buddhism:

The three poisons or the three unwholesome roots, refer to ignorance/delusion, attachment/desire/greed, and aversion/hatred/anger. They are considered to be the cause of suffering.

The three poisons are the primary causes that keep people trapped in the cycle of rebirth known as samsara. The three poisons lead to the creation of karma, which leads to rebirth in the six realms of samsara. Ignorance is the root poison from which attachment and aversion are said to arise. 

In the contemporary Mahayana and Theravada Buddhist traditions, the three kleshas (mental states that cloud the mind and manifest in unwholesome actions) of ignorance, attachment, and aversion are identified as the root or source of all other kleshas.

The three poisons are similar to the Western psychological concepts of narcissism, desire, and anger.

In art they are represented as a pig (ignorance), a bird(greed), and a snake (anger) on the wheel of life.

Bow Down to the Devil Part 5

Summary: What happens when the reader faces her decision about staying with Lucifer or her brothers.

Characters: sisterwinchester!Reader x Lucifer, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Content: Angst

Word Count: 429

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