Tony x Reader - Jar of HeartsTony x Reader - Jar of Hearts17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
WORD OF WARNING!! CONTAINS FEELS!
I know I can't
take one more step
towards you. Cause
all that's waiting
You walked down the streets of Manhatten, and you phone buzzed in your pocket. You were just finishing up your nightly jog.
"Hey babe. <3"
It was Tony.
"Hey! What's up?" You texted back.
"Nothing much. Just doing stupid paperwork that Fury assigned, so I won't be done for a while."
You smirked and texted,
"That sucks. See you in a few. Love ya! <3" You turned off your phone, and jogged to the Tower.
And don't you
know I'm not your
ghost anymore. You
lost the love I
loved the most.
You walked into the Tower, seeing Natasha and Clint cuddling on the couch, watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith. You smiled at them, and you walked to the elevator.
"Miss, might I suggest you not going to Tony's room?" JARVIS asked. You frowned and asked confused,
I learned to live,
half alive. And now
you want me one more,
time. And who do you
Bucky x Teen!Runaway!Reader Part 2Bucky x Teen!Runaway!Reader Part 22 days ago in Emotional More Like This
PLEASE READ THE LAST CHAPTER TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONE!!!
"That was about 24 years ago. I was 12. Now I'm 15, almost 16. That man was the only person I trusted in a long time. His name was John, John Keller I think. He was about 21 when we met but the first five months I was with him, he died. I've been running since. No stops, never slept in the same place twice...Then HYRDA came, and offered me a job. I declined. It was the worst mistake of my life. They kidnapped me, tutored me, shoved me, and almost made me go mentally insane. Then, that's when they brain-washed me. They strapped me to a hard, leather chair, and took everything away from me...Even the only memories of my mom. They stuck me into a Cyro Freezer almost 24 years ago. I'll admit, I'm old lady. But I escaped from them. 3 years, two months, and 16 days days I've been away. And I've been slowly getting my memories back. But not in the ways I would have hoped. I get Night Terrors every single night. Not ever a
daughter on the stepstool I count the cracks in between the blocks of cement as I walk, eyes downcast. Sets of two, sets of two. I can never quite shake the way my bones don’t sit right under my skin, too big for my body. It’s a constant itch that I can’t scratch, only mollified when I listen, when I listen to what it tells me. My disease tells me to count in sets of two—blink four times, two sets of two. I don’t understand, but those numbers are safety in a storm. They ruin me, though. They ruin me. I hide behind mathematical equations that account for sets of two, and I leave her to drown.daughter on the stepstool1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
These are my hands, but they’re really just earthquakes. I am not afraid to crumble anything that gets in my way, and it’s always her. She always tries to stop me, tells me she loves me after calling me fucked up. Fucked up. I lose sleep because sometimes I dream in shades that I do not like. Blue, like her eyes. One syllable, half of a set. A ghost
Amber SunrisesI’m not entirely sure yet. You know, why bad things happen all the time. I’m kind of just here trying to figure all of this out myself. Why suns rise and set, why life comes into this world, and why it always has to end. I sat outside. That darkish blue color was in the sky again. It’s always in the sky. It’s like it never really goes away. And I guess it doesn’t because apparently the blue in the sky is just a reflection of the ocean. I woke up at 6:30am today. And I couldn’t go back to sleep. So I went outside. It was cold outside. The refreshing kind though. It was like a bitter sweet kind of wind and it tussled with the knots in my hair for a little while until they both calmed down and went in their respected directions. There was nobody else outside and it was quiet. I almost fell back asleep until I saw the sun starting to rise. So I climbed up onto the roof to get a better look at this amber fire. I almost fell off but I didn’t (IAmber Sunrises5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
fragmenti am cheap and easily bought; i come complete with bruises and the built-in urge to run away.fragment3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
TrappedWe were both trapped in a queue of cars, four lanes on the motorway. It was 8am on a Friday and rush hour was creeping forward at a twelfth of the speed that it usually did. People sighed, some moaned, others dipped their hands lazily out of their windows catching the cool morning breeze. We were both there, you and I. My car crept forward almost as if it wasn't moving at all, my eyes focused on the road ahead, concentrating on the car in front - one eye on the van behind. It was one of those roads where the curves dropped away around a bend and into nothing. People craned their necks trying to see what was up ahead, what was keeping everyone back from their mundane mornings at their desks. I didn't want to look. But we were both there, stuck in the queue.Trapped4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I flicked the radio stations to see if there was a news update, red lights cleared as the crowd inched forward again. Lane one, then two then three merged into four as flashing lights and signs warned them of an obstruction. Brake li
Through a lover's eyesWow, I don't even know where to start... How do you describe someone like that, when words or images alone are simply not enough? She is just the most exquisite bundle of mischief I have ever, and probably will ever meet. Hell, she's a cocky wee git on good days, but even on the bad days she still has this amazing, fierce intelligence that I can only liken to the lightening that illuminates a storm, even if only for a brief moment. And though it does get to me a bit at times, I really do admire the wicked, almost sick sense of humour that appears along with that subtle dimple below the edge of her lips. Nothing has ever completely smothered that little spark; not even when she lay in that hospital bed, barely conscious from the cocktail of drugs she'd attempted to take her own life with. It has got her in trouble a few times; giggling at inappropriate moments, but I would far rather that than watching the light leave her eyes.Through a lover's eyes2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
It does make me sad; the repeated suicide attempts. I mean,
Glass Heart*Warning: blood is mentioned and sensitive material is used but never directly said*Glass Heart5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Sometimes i'll look around and see people carrying glass hearts.
I'm carrying my own glass heart and trying to keep it in one piece, but glass is fragile and sometimes i fall, then my glass heart gets cracked. Sometimes people lose a piece of their glass heart and i'll ive them some of my own to try and mend the pain.
It makes me frown when i see people holding a pathetic pile of glass in their hands, shattered and pricking their skin. Like all the hope crushed their dreams, they look down at it with a sad knowing look. I'm sure carrying the pain around doesn't make it any better.
Then there are some who treat it with respect , like the fragile fragment it is. But something will happen. Someone runs them over like a steamroller and flattens their hope without taking notice. Then out of anger they throw their heart at the wall and watch as it breaks into tiny tiny pieces that can never be put back toget
TrustYour hands are upon my back in a friendly embrace...Trust1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
And yet I do not flinch.
You are so near I could hear your heartbeat...
And yet I am not afraid.
You return my playful jabs with earnest fun...
And yet I do not feel wary.
You are so very near when my guard crumbles in my place of safety...
And yet I feel at peace.
What is this feeling? I know I have felt it before. In the safety of my home, in the soft whispers of the trees pine. When I glance into the stars, blinking contently in the warmth of their own existence, making me feel so small yet somehow as content as they. I have felt it in the lulls of sleep and the quietness of a solitary afternoon.
Peace, contentment, safety, happiness. All of these have stemmed from one. Trust.
I ask myself when this happened. When I have allowed you into my world so deeply, whilst others barely catch my name? I ask myself another question, and then another, and then another. They all lead to th
The Sacrifice of the HeroA Beautiful girl is sitting at a corner, the sand colored bricks of the wall, contrasting heavily with her tanned, smooth skin.The Sacrifice of the Hero3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
The sun is burning hot and bright, reflecting of the pearls of sweat rolling down her curled brow.
Her eyes are wide open, her lips are quivering… her lips are moving, speaking words unheard.
No…that is not it, it’s a scream, a scream and a cry for help, in a alien language.
Drowned out by the long and sharp rounds of ammunition hailing into the wall beside her, bouncing of the sand and dust covering the street, a sharp metallic clang echoing around the buildings as they ricochet.
She looks to her left, there she see her people, the people that wanted it THEIR way, and no other, the people that found guns and ammunition, and had no hesitation using them.
To her right she sees pale men, pale and dressed in weird foreign camo clothing, with flags sewed onto their arms, belonging to countries so far away, holding weapons that look big and scary.
EmptyOnce again, the sky remains out of my reach,Empty4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
The heavens above start to diminish.
The color around me starts to fade,
The wind howls angrily.
Once again I see myself falling through this abyss,
Wondering when I'll finally hit the end.
Rock bottom is... a harsh mistress...
She tempts me with her presence.
Promising sweet bliss once I reach her arms.
But as I near her embrace,
She continues to play hard to get.
My back is to her, so I cannot see her...
All I know is that I'll continue falling...
And with futility I still reach out,
Hoping that someone will grant me one final chance at redemption...
But I smile.. as a tear runs down my soulless skin..
What hope do I have?
Who would save a failure..?
And why would they save me...
...if they can watch me bleed and watch me slowly ebb away...?
Why would they grant me solace...
...when they can just sit there...
...and watch me fall...?
Black Rose 3"Evan...Can I show you something?" Marie asked, very quietly.Black Rose 34 days ago in Emotional More Like This
"Or rather, could you go to my room and read my diary?"
"!?" Evan made a noise that could only be described as audible shock.
"O-kay?" Evan said.
"Was that a question, Evan?" she asked, breaking from her serious tone
and laughing her adorable laugh again.
Evan got up from the table after finishing the spaghetti and having am interesting conversation
Going to her room alone and finding her diary.
"I wonder why she would want me to read it alone...Or at all for that matter!"
What if she doesn't want to hurt me out loud and she's doing it like this?
Or what if she's telling me a secert. But why call me over at this time of night?"
"My parents are always out at work, sunrise to sundown. They practically live in the office.
Guess her's are the same way."
Evan opened the diary and read the first entry.
The cruelties of our worldYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!The cruelties of our world1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
Question to discuss:
Why do people have to pretend to love you
You: Because we're lonely too
You: we're lonely and we're hurt
Stranger: because they want you to pretend that you love them too
You: and we cant' open up
You: we actually do care alot more than you ever realise, it's just ...we can't show it
You: so we appear heartless
Stranger: and we hope that if we pretend then someday it will be real
You: maybe if we keep searching, eventually we will find somebody who will just feel right
You: and we hurt so much inside, that we can't afford to be alone for any longer
Stranger: because we hate the thought we have when we're alone
Stranger: we cant handle the chaos in ourselves
You: can't eat. can't sleep. Can barely function
Stranger: so we hope that we can mask it by caring about others
You: and we keep having to pretend we're fine
You: caring for others helps fill the yawning chasm inside of us
You: maybe if we work ha
Losing myself“Remember, no matter what, being an Aspie is neither a curse nor a burden. Instead, consider it as a responsibility; a part of you to honour and respect.”Losing myself2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I created that quote to remind myself to accept that being an Aspie is who I am. I am autistic and will always have difficulties throughout the course of my life. But there are times where nothing can convince me.
I haven’t written any fanfiction in months. It feels as though I’ve lost the urge to write and now I struggle to write even a simple essay. Stupid writer’s block. I can only do so much work each day before I cannot think rationally enough to do work. I don’t understand why I never ask for help. I don’t understand why I feel the need to constantly prove myself and that even after I’ve performed my best, I am unaware of it and always see there’s room for improvement. Why do I get frustrated and all worked up over little things? Why is it I take on more than I can handle? W
DecayI feel dead,Decay5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Inside and out.
My skin becomes ashen,
Bones become brittle as they crumble.
My skin starts to tighten.
I start to breathe in small shallow gasps,
As the walls start to close around me.
I start to tremble,
My eyes begin to drain of color,
Until they become dull and monotone.
My skin starts to evaporate,
I choke on air as I lose my skin.
My eyes roll back until my eyes become that of a zombie...
Emotionless and soulless...
And in this seat I have become brittle,
A decaying skeleton,
Just a simple white and broken endoskeleton...
Inside and out..
PulsationBubbling lava pours from a volcano.Pulsation5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
It spills down the satin mountain.
Smoke caressing the air.
It slows as it reaches the bottom of the slope,
Spilling into the liquid seafoam.
The mountain begins to rumble,
And as the sky becomes nothing but dull ebony...
The crimson lava spews upwards!
It pierces the sky!
A hole forms through the clouds,
And the sky trembles in searing pain!
The sky bleeds magma...
And all the while the land continues to throb.
But this event isn't for land..
It's the feeling of my heart,
Erupting like a volcano whenever we talk.
So now you know how I feel.
Every time we talk,
My heart erupts..
BlindBehold, a misfit.Blind5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Look at him, with that walking stick.
Let's kick him in the shin,
Steal that cane.
I made him fall,
He broke his hip.
He was elderly.
I should feel ashamed...
I wouldn't call you holyI have an obsession with bridges—I wouldn't call you holy15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
San Francisco where I first held love, skyline-spine bending with my hands, muscles saying “I can hold you. And Him—and whatever else is under your breasts and skin,” and we sat with the waves and talked of how we were little ants and drowning in Chardonnay and time.
Then, there are the ones I’d make for you, in the mailbox on gloss-paper, my hair spilling over the floor in midmorning worship. You’d breathe me from the air, the contented sigh enough to unravel me in diaphragms. Then you’d lick me back to postage, and kiss away my youth.
“Add a cut for me, babe; next time you’ll listen—” the ball I made of pain, and the curl of dimples made from shame… and I almost can’t admit how I’d yearn for you erode me to my knees, again. (To this day, I still can’t bend the same, but a bridge is a bridge is a bridge, and I’m not looking for your feet)
and I wouldn't cal
A Speech of Wonderment and Questioning to everyone(Warning, cursing is in this due to the fact that I'm pretty upset, angry, and questionable right now.)A Speech of Wonderment and Questioning to everyone18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Why does everyone in our world act so cruel upon another? Aren't we the same, just in different bodily forms and different feelings, emotions, and likenesses? If we were really true among each other, we would be happy and peaceful to each other, not some viral hating assholes or some viral hating trolls. If one need be angry at another, just express it in a way that wouldn't cause violence, but a way that can create a better understanding rather than fucking it up and being pretty rude.
Why aren't we like the older days of peacefulness where humans understood one another and where we all could be living peacefully together, not hiding from others, not running away from a conversation, or using our sensibility to be nice to one another. Isn't that a way we need to be? Christians, Atheists, etc. Black, White, Hispanic, etc. basica
It's Been Too Long"We are lost."It's Been Too Long3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
"No, it will turn out well."
"How will it?"
"I don't know. It's a mystery."
-Shakespeare in Love
It's been too long since I've seen you. I know phone connections are hopeless between us right now, so I'm kicking it old-school with a letter. When you think about it, it's surprising, what vast gulfs simple words on paper might span!
My car is in the shop again. Without you here, I never remember to get regular maintenance on it until something goes horribly awry. So I'm back to the bus for now. But it's not so bad, I can look out the windows and daydream, or read. I remember our first conversation, on a bus just like this. You took the seat next to me, made polite eye contact, then withdrew into your book. I watched you from the corner of my eye. You were so engrossed in the story, eyes sometimes widening, often chewing your lip absently. So pretty, even then. Bu
Layers Mother puts her little girl in her winter attire; wanting her to experience the joys of the snow. She knew it was time to let her explore, but not without some preparation first. She looked in the closets, and the depths of the house to find the perfect layers, for her perfect girl. The girl, now barely visible through the bunches of clothing, turns to her mother and hugs her. Saying in a sweet voiceLayers4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
"I love you"
Her mother nodded and hugged her.
"I love you too"
The Little girl set foot on her journey
Crunch; Crunch; Crunch.
The little girl Found some of her friends and played with them. Making snowmen, having snowball fights; you know, the works. All was fine until,
Her "friends" took away her winter coat and ran away from her. Alas, the little girl didn't notice and walked on.