Wings (Castiel x Reader)You Shivered as another flow of cold wind flew through you, you sighed, wanting nothing more than to curl yourself in a blanket.Wings (Castiel x Reader)6 months ago in Romance More Like This
You curled up more on your bed. The Boys are on a hunt while you stay so that you ‘Don’t hurt yourself’ and the bunker was cold as Hell.
You heard a flutter of wings as you tried to sleep on your not-so-comfy-bed.
"F/N" A Gravel-like voice said,trying to get your attention.
You squirmed, not wanting to be bothered.
"F/N" The voice said again. You moaned in displeasure, looking at your angelic boyfriend.
"What the hell do you want?" you mumbled angrily.
"I sensed your displeasure, I wanted to know if you were okay" Castiel said, guilty for making you angry
You smiled, liking that your dear angel cares about your safety.
"I’m fine Cas, Just cold I guess" you murmured, digging your face into your mattress.
You didn’t hear anything after that so you tried to sleep again, until you felt your other side of your mattress dip.
You felt f
Of MM: Matchmaker 12Maeve has a beautiful voice, it's rich and sweet, like caramel. When she's on that stage she bewitches the audience, her voice is hypnotizing, intoxicating...If only it stayed that way.Of MM: Matchmaker 124 years ago in Romance More Like This
I cringe as she hits a particularly high pitched note, sounding more and more like a cat in heat as we get ready for the gathering at the Hanged Man.
See Maeve does have a nice voice, but when it's just us and the radio is blaring she forgets that.
We've kicked the boys out, declaring tonight a bit of a girls night though we will be meeting our men at the Hanged Man. I kind of miss the moaning and groaning that would be erupting from the living room because we are running late as usual, but not having them here makes this evening feel more like we're on real dates.
"Maeve, who sings this song?"
"Well why don't you let her sing it?"
She flips me off, but thankfully gives her voice a rest.
She is dressed in skin tight, ripped jeans and a glittering silver top that if she even breathes wrong will e
Mine| Reader X Zoro You were a beautiful woman. (h/c) hair falls to your shoulders and you have the most beautiful (e/c) eyes ever seen on a woman. Today you wore a (f/c) bikini top and a pair of black short.Mine| Reader X Zoro4 months ago in Romance More Like This
Flirting was a hobby of yours and with the men of the Straw Hats you had plenty of opportunities. Sanji was the most fun, for obvious reasons, however you had given Brook the biggest nosebleed when you flashed him your panties one day when you got bored.
The only person who seemed to have a problem with your little hobby was Zoro. It was fine when you would flirt with him, but nothing could piss the swordsman off more than to see you flirting with someone else. Especially if it was one of the crew. You knew that Zoro had feelings for you, and you had feelings for him, but you were not the best at showing your feelin
Of MM: Matchmaker 9"Babe, where's my scrub top?"Of MM: Matchmaker 94 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I don't know, I think I threw it over there..."
I can't help but smirk as Anders runs around his apartment like a chicken with its head cut off. He's late for his night shift and Maeve isn't helping. I can see her down the hall through the open bedroom door, lounging at the foot of his bed clad in one of his med school t-shirts and little else.
I'm here because Fenris is away, preparing for his next match. I figured that instead of pacing a hole in my bedroom floor worrying about him getting hurt, I can spend the night with Maeve.
Anders, now fully dressed, runs back to kiss her good-bye and I have to stifle a gag as I hear him moan.
I can't help it, I look down the hall...Maeve's pulled him on top of her.
"Anders your shift started twenty minutes ago!" I shout.
"Damn it!" He growls, pulling Maeve with him as he slides off the bed.
Then I hear something that makes me pause, a goofy little grin on my face...
"Love you Anders..."
Of MM: Matchmaker 10I shivered a bit as we stood outside the building that elegantly advertised "Madame Nicoleta". We weren't in a bad section of Lowtown, but with how people had been reacting lately to Justice's radio show, you just never knew what kind of people would be roaming the streets at this time of night. Riots had been known to break out over the most idiotic of things, though the area was quiet.Of MM: Matchmaker 104 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oooh, Ash, you have got to see this! Isn't it pretty?"
Grinning at my friend's reaction to a shiny, I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Stepping up beside her, I looked into the window of the jewelry store next door to the psychic's.
"You know I should talk Anders into getting this for me. Even though we made up so nicely, I think he still owes me from our fight," Maeve grinned.
"Go ahead. Want me to talk him into it?" I asked, looking down at the bracelet she was pointing to. It was gorgeous, the cuff made of be
Skyrim TeaserThe ice cold wind slaps me in the face, almost as startling as a splash of cold water. I jerk slightly, my face brushing against wood that scrapes my cheek and leaves what has to be thousands of tiny splinters in my face.Skyrim Teaser3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I grunt, the sound raspy and foreign to even my own ears, I'm dizzy...what in the name of the Divines has happened to me?
I open my eyes to find the heavens glaring down at me, the palest blue as the pinkish glow of the sun is only just beginning to reach out across the clouded skies. My gaze sharpens as I tilt my head to the side, finding I'm being jolted about in a rickety wooden cart along a dirt path.
The forest is strange to my elven eyes, I am not familiar with these trees. Where am I?
"Oy, the Bosmer's awake."
The voice is whiny, a nasal quality that I instantly despise and upon jerking my head up I manage to catch a glimps of a ruddy, gaunt face before the world shifts and wilts around me. It feels as if the cart is spinning and I can't help the groan that sli
Bitter Mana: No regretsA/N: Modern AU, the writer suggests listening to 'No regrets' by Aesop Rock while reading, link in the description below.Bitter Mana: No regrets4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sun filters in through windows covered and plastered with thick paint, colors a cascade of rainbows that swirl and twist across the walls. Each glass panel colored and smeared with fingerprints mimicking stained glass windows that one normally sees in cathedrals.
The paint was formed with smiles and fond memories, colors chosen with no set scheme or pattern but memory. The woman responsible can look at each color and recall a perfect memory from childhood. Some images reflect people but most just moments in time, they tell a story.
She enters the room, face stoic as she examines the abomination in the center. It screams its filth against the peace and serenity around it, ruining it. The blankness of its face alarms her, it mustn't be blank there should be feeling, expression, color. Fingers skim over the canvas as silver eyes take in its frame.
Of MM: Houseguest part 6Of MM: Houseguest part 63 years ago in Romance More Like This
I close the door softly as I begin to tip toe down the stairs, damn it's cold I probably should have put on a shirt, a lace bra isn't very warm.
I halt midway down the hall towards the living room, is someone crying?
Brushing my dark hair out of my face I peek into the living room, finding Ashlynn curled up in a blanket on the couch. Her blonde hair hangs in waves around her shoulders and what I can see of her face around the Kleenex pressed to her nose and mouth is glistening with tears.
"Dearest sis " I croon softly, stepping gingerly around the armchair and its matching foot stool until I'm right there with her on the couch, "What's the matter baby?"
She curls against me and I tuck her head under my chin, my fingers comb through her hair as she sobs and I kiss her forehead.
"Fenris left "
"Danarius called and of course Fenris has to answer Danarius comes first."
"Oh honey " I don't know what to say, I'm so angry I can't form a coherent sentence.
Of MM: Matchmaker 5She's avoiding me.Of MM: Matchmaker 54 years ago in Romance More Like This
The little minx actually managed to get through the evening at the Hanged Man three days ago free of my interrogations thanks to a very attentive Fenris and my own sleep deprivation. Damn it.
I'm gonna get her though
I pull out my cell, dialing her number before I get into the car.
"Yes?" She snaps, her voice somewhat breathless. Am I interrupting something? Oh God
"Is this a bad time?" I ask, the smirk evident in my voice.
"N-no just waking me from a very good dream is all." I hear the rustle of bed sheets and soon she's walking down the hall. I check the clock, it's 10 a.m. not too early, why is she still in bed?
"What is it?" she asks, sounding impatient.
"You've been avoiding me."
"I have not and I am insulted that you would think so."
"Cut the bullshit dearest and dish."
"About what?" Her voice has taken on that innocent tone that just makes me want to hug her neck until she turns blue
"You know what this is about "
"No, I really
Of MM:Matchmaker InterludeCrash Clang! "Shit "Of MM:Matchmaker Interlude4 years ago in Romance More Like This
My eyes snap open; someone is in my kitchen
My heartache fades into the background as I reach for something, anything that could be used as a weapon.
A lamp, fabulous well it's better than nothing.
I've tip toed towards the door when my sleepy mind finally registers that the string of violent curses filtering through the open door is familiar and I lower the lamp.
"Damn it! Was trying not to wake you up, sorry "
I set the lamp on the floor and dive back under the blankets, "Why are you here? How did you get in?"
"I came to make you breakfast and get details on where that asshole lives so I can kick his ass, and Bodahn let me in."
I groan, Maeve is in protective mode and while most times that's somewhat comforting, not right now not when it involves Leto Fenris.
The heartache crashes into me with all the violence of a tsunami and I'm momentarily paralyzed.
"Maeve, he's a boxer and I know you've had a ha
Of Modern Moments: Matchmaker"Hey "Of Modern Moments: Matchmaker4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"JESUS CHRIST ASHLYNN!!!"
There was a heavy thud as the occupant in the shower slipped and Ashlynn Hawke threw her head back and laughed, enjoying one of the rare moments where she wasn't the klutz.
"Sorry, was coming to check on you "
The figure behind the curtain righted herself, "Ah yes its nice having doctor friends."
"Oh I feel used now " Ashlynn pouted, though her friend could not see it.
"Oh my dear Ashlynn don't think that! You're the love of my life, the air that I breathe, I cannot exist without you!!"
She once again dissolved into a fit of giggles, though this time there was another voice adding to the laughter. Deep and rich, the voice made for an interesting sound joined with her own.
"I'm afraid dear sis that my heart belongs to another " Ashlynn smirked at her reflection in the foggy mirror before turning to leave.
"Alas! My heart is broken!! My soul shall wonder the Earth lost and alone forever pining for my lost love oh the ago
Of MM: Matchmaker BirthdayThe phone hasn't quit ringing all morning, my friends all calling to wish me a Happy Birthday.Of MM: Matchmaker Birthday3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Isabela is trying to get me to agree to a party at the Hanged Man, but honestly? I just want one thing...well maybe two.
First I want Fenris, but that isn't different from the everyday. Secondly I want cupcakes.
Fenris is out, getting me iced coffee and I have a sneaking suspicion he's also getting my surprise...which he's refused to tell me no matter how little clothing I wear.
There's a sharp knock at the door and I rush to answer it, Demon hot on my heels.
"Maeve!" I cry, smiling as she almost tackles me to the ground, singing Happy Birthday. It's pitch perfect and beautiful, she should record it for birthday cards...
"Happy Birthday Ash!" She cries, handing me a little box with pink ribbon wrapped around it. She's got a larger one in her hands that she balances on her hip before bending down to accept some of Demon's sloppy kisses.
"Open it and see..." She responds, her cla
HopelessI watch and I wait I bide my time.Hopeless4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She is weak, fragile, already at the breaking point.
Won't be much longer
Little flickers of defiance still remain, but I snuff them out.
It's for her own good you know
It's much better just to let Hope go Hope isn't worth any energy, it so rarely comes through for you.
Things are easier when you just accept them broken and bleeding, nothing can fix it better just to move on and accept that.
This girl right here has been difficult, letting Hope go isn't easy. I expected this to be a rush job, I mean all the signs were there but she just won't let go.
So I tweak and I push and I knock her on her ass. I twist her stomach to the point where she lies down and gives up and when she gets up I do it all again.
She's weakening little by little I'm winning.
Come on girl, just give it up, give in to Hopelessness.
Things don't have to be like this.
I do my best to trip her up, and she stumbles and falls but she keep
FriendshipFriendship is for some easy to understand.Friendship9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some count friends just by shaking a hand.
Some call friends people who hang around.
Some of us have friends to no bound.
There are people who see friends as people they can trust.
Someone who saves your life if he must.
Someone who you can talk to whenever you have a problem.
People that make time dissolve when you speakq to them.
A friend who brings a smile to you.
A friend who respects you for what you do.
But a friend will also tell you what's wrong.
He will tell you not to steal something you long.
People have problems seeing others as their friends.
Friends are people who never tend
To bribe, lie or hurt you.
A friend who's there for you too.
A friend who says I love you.
I care a lot about you.
A friend who is always there.
For he will watch how you fare
Your friend will smile when you meet
and for each time you greet.
A friend comforts you with the soul.
Just to make your heart whole.
You will never feel alone.
When he is gone.
Poor Unfortunate SoulPoor Unfortunate Soul1 year ago in Drama More Like This
High tide. Tiny waves undulated as the top of a head broke the surface of the water and drew near the beach shore, moving with fluid grace and near silence. Long white hair clung to pale, slim shoulders that appeared to be translucent in the darkening twilight. A maiden, to the appearance of any potential watching eyes, and indeed she hovered close to the bank without risking exposing herself, looking around with huge, terrified blue eyes.
A few sailors out on their boat, returning late from their day’s work, spotted her almost immediately. They moved near her, and if they had been trying to be stealthy, they would have stood a chance to gain knowledge barely known to any men in that enlightened age. Unfortunately, the maiden spotted them and whirled about, giving a little jump and sinking up to her nose under the water. They called to her in words she couldn’t understand, their voices making strange, odd sounds she didn’t recognize
The Balance of Power- Chapter 1The Balance of Power- Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Balance of Power
Lightning flashes, thunder booms, yet there is no rain to be found. The heavens are ripped asunder, dark clouds torn apart by an incredible force, an ancient and powerful force. The wind blows with the ferocity of a hurricane, the waters of the bay rising and falling as the waves smash against the shores. Through the chaos, three individuals seek to help those caught in the storm by getting them to safety.
"Bolin, how's it going?", Korra shouts to her friend, trying to reach them through the noise brought upon by the freak storm.
"We've got almost everyone to the shelters! Mako's still getting the last few to safety! He should be back shortly!", Bolin shouts in response, a bolt of lightning causi
Timeline of the PolarisverseTIMELINE OF THE POLARISVERSETimeline of the Polarisverse5 years ago in Drama More Like This
Points to be considered
"Starship Polaris" takes place in the mainstream Star Trek universe. It features one main line and one "pocket universe", the latter incorporating the ENT era. I say "pocket universe" because I see ENT that way, being created by Picard's time jump in "First Contact". As "canon" for the past, I accept Masao Okazaki's timeline and starship designs.
In the following timeline, I reckon with the "sliding timeline" used by Trek, that is, modifying dates and events to fit real-world historical occurrenses. Star Trek is fiction, thus creating a fictional historical background different from ours is completely acceptable by me. I try not to contradict elements from the Trek history by creating the "past" of the Polaris-Trekverse. I might make deliberate errors to correct some canonical, though ambigous elements. Also, I attempt to create a history that can explain events such as World War III and the Eugenics Wars, as well as the rapid space
LittleOnce upon a time in a little house, there was a little room that had a little girl in it. And that little girl had little hopes. And in these little hopes, there were little wishes. And these little wishes had been brought up because of little dreams that the little girl had had.Little3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But theses little dreams, that made little wishes that became little hopes that belonged to the little girl, in the little room of the little house were always crushed by big things. And these big things that crushed her little hopes were caused because of people with little emotions.
One day the little girl had a big hope that didn't come from a little dream in the little room of the little house. Oh no, it came from big problem in her little life that always stopped her from doing little things.
The big problem was the little girl had a father with little emotions that hit her with little regret. And the little regret made the little girl a little weaker every day. The little girl became so weak that she put
Mechanical ManA mechanical man,Mechanical Man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rusted, stuck, and sulking on his gears and joints
Knees bent solid, and feet planted in the dry concrete
Forever frozen with birdseed in his hands
White feathers and waste adorn his hair
And the only sign of life is his watering eyes
As slow as paint dries
Unblinking in the face of Ra
There's no oil can on the other side of the rainstorm of rays
He tries to twiddle his thumbs
Recalling how they once whirred and cranked
A nonchalant humming against the squawking of his feathered friends
The past is all he has anymore.
Nothing but metal gone hot in the sun
Festering flesh broiling in a tin can
Children roasting marshmallows in the heat
Radiating off his legs
And he sits, grinding his teeth against aluminum foil
Wondering how they can even handle his scent
Blisters on the flesh and paint chipping off the steel
He waits for an oil can and a glass of wine
A sign by his lap with a top-hat of pennies
"Will work for food", the cardboard reads
But all that passerby by seem to
EPIC RAP BATTLE JEFF THE KILLER VS THE JOKEREPIC RAP BATTLE JEFF THE KILLER VS THE JOKER2 years ago in Humor More Like This
EEEEEPIC RAP BATTLES OF INSANITY
JEFF THE KILLER
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
We are tonight's entertainment!
Lemme show you what I can do with a pen
Have you seen Harvey Dent?
Do you know where he is?
I got Gotham's "white knight"
Brought him down to our level
What's the matter with your sight?
Burned your lids out and had a sniffle?
See, I plan ahead
You're just a psycho without a team
Won't stop 'til all of Gotham's dead
And I execute my master scheme
So what you stabbed a bunch of people?
I brought a city to its knees
What do you mean I'm not a killer?
Your impact is like a cool breeze
JEFF THE KILLER
I'm in shock and in awe
Gotham brought to its knees by this tramp?
Who needs guns and explosives?
I do just fine with one knife
Where's your incentive and motives?
No one even screwed up your life
No, I don't know how you got your scars
Since you always change your story
You rely on explosives and cars
My knife can make any day gory
You better i
The Aura Movement, IntroductionThe Aura MovementThe Aura Movement, Introduction2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Imagine a world, where our true colors are shown. There is no such thing as lying about your past or forgetting about the future. You cannot escape the truth, and everyone knows it. Your grandparents have known for years, your children will learn as time goes on, and their children, and so on. The Color Law was passed on September 25th, 2035. It is literally the movement of your life colors from the inside of your brain to the outside, visible for all. It allows individuals to see a person’s true personality and way of life, without having to personally know them. The State of New York passed this law to ensure that all lying and cheating would be totally abolished. Since the law was passed, all forms of crime disappeared; If you know a person’s Aura, you know the person like a book.
But not all the details of this law have been released to the general public. Nobody knew why the law was unexpectedly passed, and where the Auras came from. They
Blackhole of Beverly CrusherI INTROBlackhole of Beverly Crusher4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Lieutenant Peter Michaels was the head of security during the night shifts when Commander Worf was not active. It was the quietest and most lenient time aboard the Enterprise and most of the time he spent in the Holo deck with a private program he had that no one on board really knew about except for probably Ship's Counselor Deanna Troi who was part Batazoid and had empathic abilities, but never said anything, implied any kind of knowledge, nor even any hints when they saw each other about it.
Even in the 24th century the fetish for women being giantesses existed and Michaels was one of them; He had a program consisting of many different situations being tiny to a woman whether she was grown to giantess size or he shrunk to size, women from real life or fantasies. These different programs were created to do one specific thing to him, and that was sit on his head slowly ad make him smell the odor from the seat of their pants, all pan
2075: The ProloguePrologue2075: The Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Three skinny figures walked across a barren landscape. They had been told he was here. Here, in the middle of the baking desert once filled with life. I suppose we ought to have left him, under the circumstances, but if there are any survivors, we have to find them. Susan walks in front, her knife in her pocket with her hand. Her dark African-American skin glitters with sweat in the blinding sunlight, her fuzzy hair sticks out of her ponytails at odd angles. She is fifteen. I am in the middle, with my long brown hair tied back in a long braid. My pocketknife is in my satchel that I carry around my shoulders, because I trust that Susan will protect me, not to mention I’m still in training, I’m ‘just twelve’. I swear, the moment she turned fifteen, she knew everything. Bringing up the rear is Juan, with his shifty brown eyes seeming to look everywhere at once, his crossbow drawn and his Hispanic skin
GrapefruitI hold a microcosm in this globe,Grapefruit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heavy on the palm of my hand,
full of regret and heat.
it is heft and heady smell,
the unexpected roundness discovered on the ground
after the season's first rain, a secret shielded
by shining leaves pulled open like wet, wide eyes.
The skin blushes with nervous goose-flesh,
fragrant as a summer promise.
It is the dark light behind your iris,
lemonade on the green porch,
hair stripped by the sun until it is soft and wild.
It holds the flesh of the hot season
tightly beneath its puckered skin
and I knock on the door of its fullness
with my teeth.
We are sharing this summer secret together,
in the gray plant nursery
where the mud sucks your shoes from your feet.
A stooped tree glances at us from the spot
where it burst through a fence,
speckled with moss.