The King"My dear, would you like a drink?" He asked, his voice sends chills down my back. I've never really cared for a Scottish accent but him. He is different. I look at him and nod. He smiled, "Good, I'd hate to share this with anyone but you," He gets two glasses, pours the burgundy color liquid in each glass. He offers one to me, I take it. He then snaps his fingers and the fireplace lights up. As the flames start to warm the room on this chilly fall night, we sit on the floral couch in silence. He looks at me. "Now love, what's your name?"The King3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"_______" I say nervously.
"What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman," I look at him, blush and look at the buttons on my coat, and examine the threads like they were the most important thing in the world. I always do that when I'm nervous. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up so he could see my face. "Darling, you shouldn't look down. Then I can't see your beautiful face." I smile and blush again. For the King of Hell, he
Preview of SomethingPreview of Something4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"So yeah. Do you think she likes me?" asked the young Bostonite, who put his bat behind his head so it's resting on his shoulders. "Yo, hard hat dida ya hear me?" The short Texan looked up from his gun. He has grease all over his face and clothing; he then put his hand on his helmet and starting rubbing his head.
"What were ya'll saying boy?" He then got back to work.
"Geeeez. Your no better then that fat, bald, bastard."
"Boy watch yer mouth." Scout sighs.
"Anyway I was telling you about this girl from back home, who would always pick on me. So I asked you if you think she likes me "
"I don't know pardner, she might, and I mean woman are hard to understand. Now if ya'll are gonna help me then help. But if you're just gonna talk then go make yerself useful and go get the enemy Intel." Scout turns to leave
"I was just getting' to that hard hat," Scout turns back to engineer. "By the way---" engineer interrupted Scout.
"Scout look out behind ya!"
Just as scout looked behind him he s
Reunion"Cas?" Asked Dean looking around as the beasts started closing in on him, Dean looked around more hoping to find his crazed friend in a trench coat. "Cas?!" Yelled Dean again hoping for an answer. An eariee silence. The only noises Dean could hear were the low grumbles of the beasts, and the crunching of twigs and leaves.Reunion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Cas! Where are you?!" Still nothing, Dean runs his hand through his hair. "Goddamnit..."
"Well hello Dean Long time no see " Came a voice behind Dean. Dean looked around seeing the beasts back away. He turned to the voice. The man is slender, but tall, his hair is a light brownish color, but his eyes. Dean knew those eyes anywhere. Those eyes he came to fear and hate. Eyes that he saw faded as the life was drained out of them. Now those same eyes are staring at him. He thought he'd never see those hellish, yellow eyes ever again. Dean tried to speak, but all he could mutter was.
"Like I said, long time no see," Mocked Azazel who was now circling Dea
Daddy's SacrificeDaddy's Sacrifice4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was May 18th, when it happened. I knew something was wrong I just couldn't put my finger on it. All day just felt weird to me.
I had just got done doing the dishes from supper, when there was a knock on the door. I being the only parent in the house, since Drew was in the war, answered the door. I saw a man dressed in a dark blue suit; he took his white hat off. His light brown hair was cut thin, he had light blue eyes, he was muscular, but that's what happens when you're in the Marines.
"Yes?" I replied.
"I'm Caption Christian Taylor. I'm hear to tell you that something happened " Tyler, our oldest child who is six comes running.
"Mommy?" He tugs on my pants, I look at him. "Is Daddy coming home yet?"
"We'll see babe, now will you go watch your sister for me?"
"Okay Mommy." He leaves. I turn to the man.
"Mrs. Anderson Do you mind if I come in?"
"Of course come in," I let him in. "Make yourself at home. Just let me put the kids
I want to try"You can't save everyone my friend. Though you try"I want to try3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- You told me that I can't save everyone. Well maybe... but, Cas, I'm not gonna stop trying. Because that's who I am. I'm an idiot, that's all I know, all I can do. It's my job, and even if it's hard - damn it's freaking hard - but it's my life Cas. I'm an idiot and I'm freaking naive. So I'll never stop trying and never stop hoping to fix everything.
They stay silent for a moment, looking at each other, a sad shadow in Dean's eyes, a familiar heartbroken expression in Castiel's face.
-Dean. You're certainly not an idiot. You are by far the best man I know. And hope is... is a good thing. Dean I... I wish I could help you.
Castiel takes a deep breath looking away for a second. Then fix his eyes back to Dean's, an odd worry in their deep blue. And his next words make Dean choke, wide-eyed.
- I love you Dean Winchester. I wish I could make you happy.
But as soon as he comes back from his shock, Dean grabs
He'll Take ItOf course he couldn't just utter a simple 'Let's roll' and think they would jump into the car and speed away. Not with the way Dean is eyeballing him. He can see him try to hold it in, try to let his sparkly appearance slide.He'll Take It4 years ago in Humor More Like This
He can see the glimmer of it on his body and yeah, he supposes he may just look a tad on the ridiculous side, covered in clown bits.
His glitter-speckled clothes shimmer in the lamplight and he watches his brother's features begin to light up in the same way.
He can't remember. When was the last time he saw that sparkle of life in Dean's eyes?
Okay, that seals it. He'll let him have his fun. It's been too long. Besides, who knows when he will see an unhindered by death and gloom smirk on his brother's face again.
He gives Dean the go ahead and waits for it.
And when it comes, he basks in it. It's like music to his ears. It has become so infrequent and so rare that he almost forgot what it sounds like.
And it's amazing.
His brother is laughing. Dean is laughing.
The Embrace"Dean."The Embrace4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The older Winchester nearly jumps out of his skin and the room seems to be suddenly thrust into a vacuum of silence, broken only by the echo of his glass as it slips from his fingers and hits the table. His body seems to have turned to jelly, accompanied by stomach butterflies and the sensation of increased blood flow as his heart pounds in his chest at the thought. At the thought of the impossible as it threatens to now become possible.
He slowly turns in his seat towards the voice. He isn't sure what he expected to see exactly, but he hears his own sharp intake of breath at the sight that stands just inside the doorway. Sam. Awake. Alive. His throat goes dry and all he can manage to croak out is a raspy "Sam?" in response. After the initial shock and adrenaline rush, Dean rises to his feet and watches his brother approach.
He barely has time to turn to face him before the arms of his younger brother wrap around him with such force that it takes his breath away. And Dean can s
Should Have, Could Have, Would HaveHe should have never done it.Should Have, Could Have, Would Have4 years ago in Drama More Like This
He could have prevented this whole fricked up thing.
He would have had some sort of peace, eventually.
He should have let him go.
He could have soldiered on, somehow.
He would have saved him from crossing the line separating sanity from debilitating madness.
He should have listened to Bobby.
He could have helped him find his way.
He would have survived without his brother.
He should have, but couldn't.
He could have, but wouldn't.
He would have, if he knew that his deal would turn Sam's fate into something far worse than death.
DozenThey wait, crammed against each other in the dark, a constant and pervasive chill turning their once warm skin to match the temperature of their environment; of ice.Dozen3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They remain silent save for the occasional moment when their surroundings tilt; as one of them stumbles and lists to the side, the clang of their body against the wall left to reverberate through the enclosed space before silence takes hold once more.
They wait for the next time the latch will be lifted, signalling the moment when another will be taken.
The squeak of a rusty hinge rattles through their confines and the compartment is flooded with light from above. Not a word is spoken as one more of their kind is grabbed roughly by the neck and pulled through the opening so quickly that they barely feel a ray of sunshine before they are again thrust into darkness.
They wait. There were a dozen of them when this started; their numbers since have dwindled down to three. The others have gone; have served their purpose and lik
The Lover - CrowleyxReaderYou walked behind Sam and Dean, carefully stepping down each stair. The staircase was pretty small and enclosed; it lead to the dungeon. Sam walked ahead through the storage room where boxes upon boxes layed neatly organized and dust filled. You watched as he pulled a shelf apart from another roughly. Dean stopped you at the entrance of the dark un-litted part of the room. Sam switched a light on revealing a man to you, chained up behind a small table. He was Crowley, as Dean has mentioned to you before, but this would be the official first meeting. You breathed out behind Dean.The Lover - CrowleyxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Moose, I thought you’ve forgotten about me." His strong mixed irish accent sent your heart up the wall. Besides being covered in blood and torn fabric, he seemed handsome. You reminded yourself that HE was the King of Hell. He’d want nothing more to rip you apart. Guts and all. You dismissed your attraction towards him quickly. His brown eyes darted over towards you. "You’ve brought me a gift
I've Been Watching you (Crowley x Reader)It was late at night. After having a horrible day, that only reminded me of how unsuccessful I am, I went to my room. It was dirty and messy. I didn't feel like cleaning – I never felt like cleaning. So there I was, lying on my bed, thinking, ‘why do I put up with this shit?’ So I took a razor – my one special razor, that I promised I’ll never use again – and cut a single line in my arm. It wasn't deep, or long, just enough to feel pain, and observed how that little bit of blood, ran gingerly across my arm through my fingers, and touched the floor. And just as it touched the floor, I could feel the pain going away. I don’t know for how long I was there just seeing my blood running down my arm, and making more cuts. I just know that I looked up for one second, and there he was.I've Been Watching you (Crowley x Reader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A man, dress up in a suit, elegant, attractive, hot. And even though it was the first time I saw him, he looked very familiar.
“Cutting yourself again, aren't we (Y
Fly In The Ointment - 7x15He peels away from the hospital, leaving Nora and her 'short one ear' kid at the emergency room doors. The fight mode his body had adopted starts to wane, replaced by a permeating stiffness in his joints and the feel of drifting out on the road somewhere, lightheaded and numb.Fly In The Ointment - 7x153 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Well what should he expect? After all, he was strapped to a damn chair after being stabbed in the neck by the guy he was there to save and oh, let's not forget about being sliced and relieved of his blood. Seeing his blood in a bowl, man, that never gets old, always a great time. He snickers at that.
A quick glance to the rear view mirror and the realization that he looks like a warmed up piece of leftover demon chow and he is thrust back into the scene he just escaped from. What the hell was wrong with that guy? Him and Sam, they were so gungho on saving some piece of crap that got off on killing innocent women? It's just since when do humans want to be demon playthings? It's not right. It's dead wrong and
Letting GoThey head out quickly towards the Impala, Sam barely managing to join his brother inside as the car roars to life within seconds. Sam's body jerks back in an almost violent reaction as Dean presses his foot to the floor, ignoring the strain of the engine and the spray of debris and gravel that spits out from under her wheels.Letting Go4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The older brother jams a hand into the pocket of his jacket and retrieves his phone, punching in numbers with an almost uncontrollable haste.
Dean holds a vice grip on the phone against his ear while his free hand taps nervously against the wheel, his left leg joining in to bounce up and down as he impatiently waits for a sign of life from the other end. Darkened eyes scan the horizon and he swallows when dusk seems to rapidly descend upon the earth to give way to the full moon.
"Hello? Mr. Smith? Agent Young. I need you to listen to me very carefully alright? Just okay wait Just please
Those Days Are GoneHe stands up and wavers for a moment, the rush of alcohol swishing its way from his body straight into his head. He steadies himself and motions to the other man that it's his turn.Those Days Are Gone3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He's silent as he backs away, no snarky remarks or smile to accompany the victory of sinking four shots in a row.
Angry eyes meet his as the man steps towards the plate, gripping the pool cue so tight he's surprised it doesn't split in two.
He leans against his stool and takes a swig of his drink. He waits, watches and takes another, draining the contents without even realizing he had.
This used to be fun. There used to be a certain rush when they would relieve some hothead of their money by kicking their ass at pool. They would put the act on; a couple of drunk brothers looking for a good time and willing to put their money where their mouths are.
And they would walk out with a buzz and a pocket full of cash.
Not too much of an act to put on at this particular moment. He's drunk and he knows it. He glances
Broken Brotherhood: TF2The Red-clad Scottish demolitions expert shoved his eyelander into the dirt for support, straining to hold up both of his hands on the hilt to support his body weight. His body lurched a bit and blood coughed out of his mouth, already dead to the world. His head lifted upwards, driven only by anger and will, and roll it's only eye towards the Blue-dressed rocketeer across the bridge. Similarly, the soldier was keeled over, the pickaxe stuck in the ground a few feet in front of him as he vomited a mixture of blood and puke on the ground beneath him, getting the disgusting concoction all over his uniform, but still, he refused to give up. His head, too, lifted up by a mixture of hate and spirit, driven to destroy the one person he thought of as a friend. Even though they were enemies, even though they tried to kill each other numerous times, even though it went against Soldier's ethical policies that traitors were the worst kind of scum in the world, he still found a friend in the blackBroken Brotherhood: TF25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Crowley x Reader - Request___________ lay in wait, her vials of holy water jammed in her gun and her ears alert.Crowley x Reader - Request2 years ago in Drama More Like This
As she suspected, the black clothed man appeared at the corner, that same nasty smirk on his face. She fired.
He doubled over, hissing in pain. "What the hell?"
"Funny you should say that," she shouted from her spot behind the mound of dirt.
"You little bitch." He swore again. He quickly healed the burns and turned around to find her. He stalked right past her leaf and dirt covered body and through the woods. "I'll find you! I'll drag your cursed ass right down to Hell, have a little chat with Lucifer down there. You underestimate me, don't you, just like the rest of them?"
"No I don't!" she yelled.
Crowley suddenly appeared on top of her, a wide toothy grin on his face. "You're the little thorn in my side, aren't you?"
__________ fired another vial of holy water at him but he turned his head. She pressed her iron cross to his cheek.
He frowned. "Ouch."
"Get the hell off
Breaking Point 6The following morning, Engineer went to check up on Scout, as always. The boy didn't even look at him as Engineer snapped on a pair of latex gloves and slid his hips on top of a bedpan. He pulled down the boy's boxers with an awkward, muttered apology, and left the cellar to give the poor kid some privacy. He retrieved it after a short while, washed it out, gave Scout a quick, modest sponge bath, and left again to retrieve Scout's breakfast.Breaking Point 64 years ago in Drama More Like This
The first few days were hard. Scout used to try to talk to him, then. He would sob and plead to be released. Try to appeal to the better side of Engineer's nature. Would cling desperately to his every visit, would hail the man as a savior, and eventually even broke down to the point where he'd tearfully admit everything Spy was doing to him, unaware that Engineer already knew for the most part.
Engineer, though, never spoke. He acted as if he didn't even listen. What else was he going to do? He couldn't save the kid. Not now, not ever. Removing him
Last RED standing'What a warm welcome!' the Engineer thought, jumping to the side to avoid being blasted into pieces by a rocket. He had arrived at 2Fort just some moments ago and it was obvious to him that this was definitely not the best time to start a new assignment. Everyone ran around busy but somewhat disorganized, trying to protect the intelligence. 'Seems as if they don't have a tactic at all 'Last RED standing4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The shrill voice of the Announcer, echoing through the whole base, interrupted his thoughts: "Mission ends in sixty seconds!" A look at his display told him everything about the current situation: Little red and blue lights - each one representing a member of team RED or BLU faded whenever somebody died, just to light up again as soon as the man respawned. From all he could see, his team wasn't performing very well. The right side of the display was dark nearly all the time. Well, at least they hadn't lost their intel until now though they hadn't managed to capture the BLU briefcase as
Every Planet We Reach Is Dead"I'm sorry."Every Planet We Reach Is Dead5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He whispers it. He very seldom whispers. I don't know if anyone but me has ever heard him speak in such a quiet manner. But it's understandable. He's exhausted.
I hold him close to me. Under the bandaging, my chest hurts. I don't need stitches but I would've if the wound went much deeper. It probably wouldn't hurt, though but I don't want to. I'd have to answer questions then, and people wouldn't understand. They'd try to take him away.
It'd be easier if I could just holler for Medic. He'd fix it with no comment but rolled eyes. But Medic's home in Germany. The war's been long over.
I slide the helmet off Jane's head. He lets me do this. It's a good sign that he's truly calmed down.
He looks up at me, apologetic, worn out. His eyes he could always knock me out with those eyes. Like the brightest, bluest sky on the most perfect Fourth of July you ever imagined.
"Tav I hurt you again, didn't I? Goddamnit GodDAMNIT "
"Shhh. It's it's
Meet the Dream GirlsIt was a sleepy, uneventful morning in the BLU fort. Pyro was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast every morning as custom, humming some muffled melody to itself. Half of the crew was trickling into the dining room for Soldier's mandatory breakfast report time of 0800 sharp. He didn't mind that all of them were in their pajamas at least not for the moment. As long as they were in ship-shape half an hour later.Meet the Dream Girls4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Among the stragglers were Demoman (who was getting over a head splitting hangover), Heavy, Engineer, and Medic (who surprisingly rarely woke up earlier than he needed to). All were dressed in the standard sleep-wear black sweatpants and a loose, white tee-shirt with their team logo on the front and their symbols on the sleeves.
Soldier and Scout woke up early to take morning jogs while it was still cool out, which was that only reason Scout would ever wake up before noon. Sniper was always fully dressed aviators and all before breakfast because it apparen
Saturday Night"Ach laddie I cannae believe ye did thae'!"Saturday Night5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Demo was laughing and laughing, so hard he could barely keep sitting on the bench. It was odd behavior for someone in a jail cell, but he'd been through worse, and besides, the two of them seemed to wind up in this kind of situation a lot, for various reasons.
Jane, after all, was hard to stop once he got going in a fight. The Soldier'd probably punched out more cops on a regular basis than was good for anyone- it was only by mercy of their contracts that they rarely spent more than a night behind bars. They were probably in for a hell of a scolding by their respective bosses later, though.
The BLU Soldier simply huffed, shrugging, and wiped his bloody knuckles on the sleeve of his jacket, leaving a dark purple stain as red met blue.
"Well, what the hell'd you expect?"
"Could've always gone someplace else."
"No way. It was the goddamn principle. I mean, what's wrong with you? I do not see a single goddamn reason that you can't dri
Crowley x ReaderImagine Dragons - DemonsCrowley x Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
___________ sighed, walking down the long road, her hands tucked into her pockets and her face concealed by her hood. The wind was bitter. She'd been walking for God knows how long.
"Love, what are you doing up at this hour?" His soft, familiar voice met her ears and she nearly tripped. She didn't though, and she kept walking. "It's dangerous, with things like me running around." He smirked at her.
She simply ignored him. He noticed the tears frozen to her cheeks.
"Oh, love, what's wrong?" His tone faltered and became concerned. He walked alongside her. "You can tell me."
She shook her head. He took her hand. She felt her fingers twitch but his warmth was comforting. His hand completely encompassed hers.
"Well, my dear, I'm taking you away," he whispered. They appeared in a small house, out in the middle of a field. He snapped his fingers and a fire sprung to life in the fireplace.
___________ lay back on the couch.
"Darling, please te
Breaking Point 11.5"You just gonna stare at me like that all day?"Breaking Point 11.54 years ago in Drama More Like This
Engineer was stirring something up in the pot bubbling quietly on his portable hotplate. It'd become a habit to get up early and take care of the kid. As irritating as it was, the routine was still useful to him even now.
Predictably, Scout's eyes hardened at the question. "I'm makin' sure you don't put no drugs in it."
Engineer just sighed. "Trust me, boy, you ain't got nothin' to worry about." He checked the pot, and shook his head with a sigh. "Still ain't ready yet Ah well."
Scout watched with alarm as Engineer grabbed the set of keys hanging on the opposite side of the wall, and let himself into the tiny cage. "Wh What are you doing?! Stay away from me!"
"Calm down," Engineer grunted. He held up a slender, glass thermometer. "I just wanna take your temperature, is all. Gotta make sure you're doin' alright." He sat next to the kid, and angled it towards his mouth.
"Fuck off." Scout pouted and pulled the blankets around hims
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