You're the devil in disguise ch.8 (DESTIEL)You're the Devil in DisguiseYou're the devil in disguise ch.8 (DESTIEL)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Eight: A change
A week after kissing his roommate, Dean goes to the bar alone deciding he seriously needs to get laid if he's hard up enough to kiss Castiel. He goes in and is immediately met with by Ellen's daughter Jo. "So your mom is making you work tonight, huh?" Dean teases and Jo rolls her eyes.
"Didn't bring your boyfriend?" She taunts, making Dean tense up.
"Wh-what are you-?"
"Mom said you were obsessed with getting some guy drunk last weekend." Jo explains, smirking at him. "Trying to get into men's pants now?"
"Not funny." Dean groans and Jo's eyes widen.
"Jesus Christ, you did something to him didn't you?" She asks in awe, "Dude you need to get laid."
"I know that's why I'm here." He says before walking past a still bewildered Jo. Looking around he spots a woman who seems his type; hot. With a confident smile on his face he goes over to her table. "Hey there, mind if I buy you a dr
Mistakes“You know, Hell really is a marvelous place. A thousand ways of getting in, and yet...getting out is next to impossible.”Mistakes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Feeling the cold blade slip once more into his skin, Castiel gritted his teeth against the pain, turning his head to glower up at the demon who stood over him. He had heard the name of Räum many times, both in Heaven and on Earth, but had never imagined the demon to be quite as formidable as his reputation had suggested. Castiel looked up to him with contempt, wishing – not for the first time – that he had the power to smite the loathsome creature who held him prisoner.
“Why are you telling me this?” the angel hissed, shifting his bare torso as much as his bonds would allow. Räum was not a fool; Eve’s Rope had been used to tie Castiel to the altar, and with the knotted twine dampening his powers, the angel was left helpless against his captor.
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” the demon gr
Supernova (SPN)If containing an angel,Supernova (SPN)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is like being chained to a comet,
Then I imagine,
Being loved by one,
Must be like a supernova,
Detonating within your heart,
Oftentimes such an explosion,
Gives birth to a black hole,
And you find yourself,
This Fic Gave Me CancerWarning: The following story is a parody and not to be taken seriously in the slightest. Please enjoy. ^_^This Fic Gave Me Cancer2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Once upon a time the Listener was summoned by Ulfric Stormcloak to do a mission.
"Dragonborn, I need you to do a mission for me," Ulfric said commandingly. He said many things commandingly because he was the future High King of Skyrim. It wasn't official or anything, but it was true because Ulfric Stormcloak said it was. And Ulfric Stormcloak was never wrong.
"What is it, my jarl?" the Listener, who was also the Dragonborn, said. Ulfric Stormcloak didn't know the Listener and the Dragonborn were the same person because that would have been silly. Although sometimes the Listener wondered why Ulfric Stormcloak didn't know because she wore her shrouded armor all the time. All the time. Even when she and Ulfric Stormcloak had sexy times, which were a lot.
Ulfric was good at sex. He had a big penis like all Nords.
Anyway, Ulfric Stormcloak was telling the Listener/Dragonborn
Cry PeaceThe snow lies deep upon the broken landsCry Peace6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Entombs the blood within the ancient frost
To battle have we too long turned our hands
Too many years of death and woe now lost;
Too many tears are shed to count the cost.
Tradition is a yoke around the neck
That chains us to the cruel and savage past,
And history, the reef on which we wreck,
Rewriting tales that leave our souls aghast;
With glory is atrocity recast.
And yet we cling to bitterness and pain
As if salvation were within its clutch,
Tallying the records of the slain —
A litany that freezes with its touch —
Entraps the living with the dead, as such.
But every winter must succumb to spring
And passing time may acrimony quell
Let welcome be a balm to ease the sting
Let friendship toll our discord’s final knell…
Lay enmity aside, to wish us well.