Crowstiel no. 1Crowley was reaching the end of his tether. Six bloody months he'd been searching for purgatory with the angel rebel, and not a scrap of anything had turned up. However, as Castiel walked into the room Crowley realised that there were some perks.Crowstiel no. 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello Crowley." ohh, he was so... sexily angelic. Crowley had hid his true feelings for about the first five minutes since they had started working together, but when he couldn't contain himself any longer he had realised that Cas's time in the brothel had taught him that he was the ultimate misfit. A gay, rebel angel. Since then the pair had had a lot of fun.
"So is it work time or playtime, darling?" Crowley grinned.
"I'll leave it up to you... darling?"
"Oh, you're learning fast sweetheart, but you leave the flirting to me and stick to what you're good at... and I know what you're good at, darling."
"Shall we begin?"
"Ooh, yes please, sweetheart." And they did. Cas's ha
Crowley, The King of SexyCrowley, The King of Sexy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't like him. I can't like him. I won't like him. Him and his stupid voice and his stupid eyes.....uhg.
How can you like someone who's locked you up, god knows where, strapped you to a table, so that he can torture and get information, you don't even know out of you? He fortunately hasn't really done anything yet, he's been busy doing you don't wanna know what. But every time the bastard comes in your heart flutters betraying you.
Oh shit he's coming. This time it won't matter what he does. It won't matter if he talks with that accent, or if he looks at you with those deep dark eyes. It won't matter.
"Hello darling." Dammit.
"How is my favorite "patient"?". He says with a smirk. "Oh you know the bed is fine, the service is terrible." you reply sarcastically. He chuckles softly. "There you go, keep that humor. It'll get you through this."
The words he was saying were so horrible, but said so silkily. The song "I Hate Everythin
JohnLockTitel: JohnLockJohnLock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Genre: romance i guess?
Author's note: this is 100% fictional
'John, have you seen my phone?' Sherlock asked me. I looked up and frowned.
'Why?' I asked. He never used his phone.
'Because I need it' He said while throwing stuff everywhere and making a mess of the apartement. I sighed.
'It's on the table' I said. He threw everything off the table and found his phone by hearing a soft tud when it landed on the floor. He picked it up and started tapping away. It looked like he was doing something hard, because he had a kind of pained expression on his face. I thought about what he could be doing, but decided to shrug it off and continued to read the paper. I was just about to read something about drunken driving or something, when my phone bleeped, saying I got a text. I picked it up from the little table and saw it was from Sherlock. I frowned and looked at him. He was staring at his feet. Weird, I thought. I opened it.
'Hey John, I think I may kind
Johnlock - Your Experiment? - Fluff"Sorry Sir, we can't let you past here."Johnlock - Your Experiment? - Fluff3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't worry, he's with me."
Sherlock reached out and lifted the the crime scene tape for me to duck under. I nodded a thanks and followed him across the street to the house in question. We were working with new recruits, people who had only heard rumours of Sherlock's genius, and a few looks were tossed our way as we entered the building.
I followed him closely, and we ascending the stairs, although Sherlock had more of a skip in his step than I did, so I lagged behind. He entered the room, and was already throwing around conclusions and analysis results before I entered the room.
Watching him work continued to be a source of amazement for me. You would have thought that eventually watching his mind work would have become monotonous, but yet I stood back and watched as he checked under every surface and observed every possible conclusion to the case. He certainly was a great specimen. He faced Mycroft and gave him his conclusions, which even ha
The HaircutAlec walked down the street, hands stuffed into oversized pockets, boots clacking against the sidewalk. He walked swiftly and without hesitation, never straying from his path. Today was an important day for him after all. The roads narrowed and the streetlights became further and further apart. Yet still he kept walking. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching behind him. He tensed, shoulder muscles bunching in preparation for an attack. His hand went to the dagger he kept in his belt, and he swallowed almost imperceptibly. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and he whipped around, dagger at the ready. A shock of sparkles stopped him from striking a killing blow.The Haircut4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Magnus! What-what are you doing here?" Alec asked, dumbfounded. Magnus raised one black eyebrow, looking at the dagger Alec held poised in his hand. Following his gaze, the Shadowhunter hurriedly stuffed the blade back under his jacket.
"Well, I was just walking to my favorite pastry store to grab a baguette when I saw a hands
Johnlock"Sherlock, I don't understand." John Watson looks at his flatmate, Sherlock Holmes, deeply in the eyes.Johnlock3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What's there not to understand, John?" Sherlock seems to pin John in his place with his gaze.
"You said that..." John looks down at his feet, not knowing where else to go with that statement.
"That, I did, John, and what's your answer?" He stares down at the ex-army doctor.
"Yes." John looks up at his friend and bites his lip.
"Yes?" Sherlock looks at him, a slightly amused expression on his face.
"Yes. Why did you ask me, out of anyone you know you asked me. Why?"
"Because I know you...and I trust you." John smiles at Sherlock.
"Really?" Sherlock nods.
"I always have." John smiles wider.
"Thank you." Sherlock looks at him, genuinely puzzled.
"Asking me to come along." Sherlock shrugs noncommittally.
"Like I said. I trust you above everyone else." John smiled again.
"Do you want to go back to the flat, make some tea?" Sherlock shrugs again.
"Might as well...Lestrade is s
Goodbye My DandelionI run to my room and jump onto the bed where I finally let the tears run down my face. I find myself shuddering as I truly realised what it meant.Goodbye My Dandelion4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When I had slammed the door it had bounced back and now stands ajar. I look up as I hear it creak. There he is, standing in the doorway looking at me with a mix of emotions. Though he mostly just seems confused.
I quickly wipe away the tears and try to tell him to go but the words just won't come. It's like there is something blocking my throat. And it wasn't his hands this time.
Without waiting for my permission Peeta walks over to me and lies next to me on the bed. The shock of how similar this is to the nights on the train is painful. Especially as I look into his blue eyes. They are his eyes, but they're different now. They look at me more coldly, the love has gone. Yet as he speaks I can hear a trace of that old warmth.
"What's wrong?" he asks me. I look up at his face a moment before I answer.
"You," I tell him. He blinks rapidly
The Freakin' Perfect DeviantThe Freaking Perfect DeviantThe Freakin' Perfect Deviant5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I had a lonely childhood so I'm obviously a perfect artist.
My art is full of inner pain from being a total outcast, ain't it obvious?
I'm the one and only sad one out of all you boring happy deviants, so respect my art like it was GOD because I'm just worth it that much.
So your mom was beaten into a coma? I was left out of DODGEBALL in the 6th grade!
No child should ever endure that; so suck it up, you pansy!
I don't comment on anything unless my characters and stuff is in it.
Screw other artists' hard work; it's their fanart that I drool for.
My stories are the one and only and the addicts long for more of it.
Worship me, thy villagers, as my DevWatch catches cobwebs.
Don't expect a word for I'm busy; busy drawing more for y'all.
Only MY character can have this feature or sing this song, never mind the song is already copyrighted.
If your wannabe OC's got the same song, then I will sue you for theft.
Only MY character can have that thing, nobody f
Break of the Mind: Chapter TwoBreak of the Mind: Chapter Two5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Black mist with a purple twist appeared around Jethro's hands as his eyes were completely engulfed by the demon inside. His feet shuffled into battle formation. He looked almost as if he was ready to kill Terra. His smile turned into a horrid grin. He wanted to be the end of her.
Terra twisted around and grabbed a chunk out of the tree near her. Her eyes fluttered wildly as the chunk of wood turned into a battle staff. Terra's eyes barely ever opened the whole time. Ayame handed her the small delicate dagger out of her purse. Terra strapped the dagger onto her upper leg. She wanted to kill him or die trying. She was ready for the fight.
Anna was hidden behind me; tears flowing out of her eyes like the rivers flowing down the side of a peaceful mountain top. She fell to her knees when the ground started to shake. Ayame stood with a grin telling us she was sure this was the end of Jethro. Izuma stood there electrified by the sight of Anna, but she knew she couldn't get in the middle of t
HeyHey3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You might know me
I´m just the girl who sit in the corner
I´m the girl no one really notice
I´m the girl who cry herself to sleep at night
I´m the girl who hide in the dark
I´m the girl who only have a tiny hope to hold on to
I´m the girl who you´ll probably never talk to
I´m the girl were my pain is visible
I´m the girl that dream of getting a hug
I´m a girl who dream of finding her own prince charming
Even though I know that there will always be someone far beyond who I am
Ready to take my place
Maybe you should just leave me in that corner
Leave me alone with my pencil and my notebook
But it would be nice
With just a smile
Dimming StarsLet me fall back into my depression.Dimming Stars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch me as I cower in the shadows
waiting for a light that will never shine.
I'm diving back into black waters,
ones filled with sickening monsters.
Happiness turned to sadness
as my laughs morphed into screams.
I leave the stars behind me,
for it's the black hole that
I'm now enveloped within.
Hideous ReflectionMy dear,Hideous Reflection3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
take a look inside the mirror.
Tell me what you see?
A full blown tragedy?
with your thoughtless mind.
If you only knew
that you were blind.
Scream to my imperfections,
criticize my flawed complexions.
But I see how you play this game.
Knock down others on your way to fame.
Life has rules that you don't follow.
We'll see if you last until tomorrow.
Why?Why do I have to be so ugly?Why?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why do I have to be so fat?
why am I so different?
why do I get hurt so much?
why does my family ignore me,
to the point where I want to die?
Why am I me?
I dont wanna live this life....
Mornings.Mornings with you taste golden, likeMornings.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that dawn we escaped together to
watch the sun rise from the asphalt
and burn its way down the road. And
we sat like sparrows above the dotted
yellow lines, waiting while the world
drove by and your face glowed hazel
and copper and hope. In the mornings,
when we share stories and wishes and
body heat, you feel more real to me
than anything I've ever read about,
than anything I've ever seen.
Mornings with you are hazy smiles and
soft eye lashes, like every morning I've
laid in your bed watching the dust ride
through the air on beams of light, not
having to do anything more than just be,
than just exist. Mornings when the sunlight
slowly grows along your body, and I silently
tell you secrets as you sleep. As your eyelids
flutter and the world wakes up, I wonder if
you dream of secrets I whisper, I wonder if
you're dreaming of me.
An angel in mourning.An angel in mourning,An angel in mourning.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cloaked in black,
Blending in with the effervescent relief,
Almost one with continuous pain.
Nature, reflects, her grim agony,
As clouds once cotton white,
And cleared skies turn
Gruesome and obscure,
Like a fairytale turn nightmare.
Red roses close,
Where her bloody feet wander,
Penetrates the clean air,
A trail of death,
On her mysterious path,
Followed by dancing devils and indiscriminative prolongs.
Reapers grasp, her torn cloak,
Reaching for that ashen halo,
Of broken hearts and misguided passions,
Feathers, of snow,
Floating with the tormenting,
ending in unnerving flames.
Whilst agitating memories,
Replay in a tortured mind.
Battle scars and horrific moans,
Followed by the never ending flow, of crimson blood.
Reaching her destiny, on tiny footsteps.
Blackened hearts she could not save,
Agonised souls in the pits of hell,
Afflicted souls she tried to help.
Sobs cries and sickening screams,
Blood escapes and she's
Frerard-The Soap OperaFRERARD: THE SOAP OPERA!!!!Frerard-The Soap Opera8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a dark and stormy night on the My Chemical Romance tour bus. Actually, it was a dark and story night OUTISDE of the My Chemical Romance tour bus. Thankfully, there were no leaks or weather-making devices in the bus itself, so Bob, Ray, Mikey, Frank, and Gerard were quite dry, but the fact remained that outside of their cramped quarters, it was raining cats and dogs (but not men, to the disappointment of thousands of straight/bi girls and gay/bi guys) and the thunder was loud enough to put chainsaws to shame. By the time the sun set, or would have set if it had not already been invisible behind the dark clouds, thousands of chain saws everywhere had surrendered to their inferiority complexes and committed suicide after particularly loud blasts of thunder. But of course, MCR was too occupied with their own lives to notice. Or were they ?
A scream pierced the night or did it?
Ode I.When she smiles, it is only the left corner of her lips that moves and tucks into a dimpled cheek. You stand in front of your scratched 6x6 inch wall mirror and practice the shape of this smile, every pre-dawn start of your long days of hospital work, but after a month of patient rehearsals, you have to resign yourself to the truth: you cannot quite smile with only half your mouth and both your eyes.Ode I.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She moves her head ever so faintly to a rhythm only she can hear, in a pattern of music that clearly vibrates through her small body, as she watches the garden from between the bars of her window. You surreptitiously atempt to tap out this phantom beat, fingers on your jeans, hoping to fathom its mysteries by making it tangible. In time, you start to lose yourself in beats that fill your own head, and lose the track of hers, and, vexed with yourself, you sit on your hands in her presence, to resist the urge to try to map her rhythms out.
She is like a full array of seasons: summer, autumn,
What A Beautiful Thought...What a beautiful thought of you and I...What A Beautiful Thought...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting together watching the sun set,
Holding our baby girl in our hands.
They say she has my eyes,
What a beautiful little miracle we have in our embrace.
And there's your other little miracle,
That adorable little boy.
Sitting with us with such a smile it brights up the world.
Having you makes me so happy,
I couldn't ask for more.
What a beautiful thought of you and I...
Walking the streets together hand in hand.
Going home to our miracles and holding them tight,
Never letting go.
We stay with them till their eyes are closed and fallen asleep,
When we can hear their little hearts beating in rest...
Then we're in our room,
Cuddling in such a loving matter.
Holding you is the sweetest satisfaction to my heart,
Kissing you a spark in my soul.
What a beautiful thought of you and I...
Dancing in the rain,
Things we'll never forget.
Holding your body close to mine,
Kissing your neck so softly.
A smile on both of our faces,
The world se
Friends, Help You, Help MeOne's been through a hard breakup.Friends, Help You, Help Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One's been through a hard rejection.
One's been called names.
And one started to smoke.
I love my friends but things happen,
They're great people with good hearts,
I wonder why this stuff happened to them though.
I tried to think that maybe it was meant to be!
But smoking and name calling could never be meant to be, so I'll help you guys differently.
The one who's been broken up with is better off. He was scum! He's missing out! You don't get a girl like my best friend, every day! You'll find a cute guy, whose kind and clean. Maybe named Jeremy who goes to our school so you can hold his hand down the hallway.
The one who got rejected has more out there. He's not the only guy in the world. He probably has a dead end job coming. Who could reject you! You're so nice and supportive! There's a guy out there who will gaze at you full of happiness. Who will love you for who you are. But you don't ha
Rice Bowl Appreciation Day 2 RICE BOWL APPRECIATION DAYRice Bowl Appreciation Day 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
CHP 2: ... And She's Amazing
Today, I turned sixteen.
But I didn't get any presents. I didn't have any parties. I didn't read any birthday cards. Nobody even wished me a happy birthday.
Not that I wanted anything different.
I simply got up, fixed breakfast, tidied up the house, went to school, ran errands came home, fixed dinner, and went to work. Basically, I acted like it was a normal day.
Nobody knew today was my birthday, and that was the way I liked it.
One week after my birthday two years ago was the day my mother died. This was only the second time I'd gotten a year older without my mom there to watch, and it wasn't any easier than the first time. I couldn't stand thinking that I was a different person than the one my mom had left, a sixteen-year-old now when my mom had left a fourteen-year-old but on my birthday, thoughts like that were inevitable. I wish she hadn't died. I wish she could be here to watch me grow older.
Cut My Heart OutI want to cut my heart out,Cut My Heart Out3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hand it straight to you,
Then you can see the fractures,
and then you would know it's true,
That when you left me something,
Snapped inside my head,
Something that convinced me,
I'd be better off dead.
Now I'm so cold,
Detached from the whole world,
Thanks to you I'm forever shattered,
Your faithful loving girl.
The Desert of SoulsWhere the sun touches the shadowsThe Desert of Souls5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Colors melt out of the darkness,
Glimmering beneath a shining veil
Of smoke and diamonds
Glinting like obsidian in the heat
As mirages in the desert deceive the weary
Whose hearts grow heavy with the setting sun
Knowing that another day has passed
And still they are lost and lonely wanderers,
Searching for the treasures of the earth
Yet somehow certain that such
Artificial riches will never satisfy.
The shadows grow long,
Consuming the sunlight and stealing sight.
Night cools the weathered skin
As the winds move to form another dune
Over the lost and restless soul.
Dreams Of An OutcastDreams Of An Outcast3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It hits me as soon as I shut my eyes
The lonliness and isolation
Its like a giant weight is dropped onto my brain
Dreams of an outcast
She timidly steps over the threshold
To be greeted by a deep emptiness
And the people she wishes weren't there
Dreams of an outcast
She clenches her eyes shut tight
And imagines a happier place
Through closed lips shes silently screams
Dreams of an outcast
Each second lasts an eternity
As she prays to leave this world
To escape this hell people call life
Dreams of an outcast
The image begins to slip away
As I slowly return to consciousness
The truth soon reappears
As does the memory of the outcast that is me