Steve and Tony want to adopt.Steve and Tony want to adopt.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Steve and Tony walk hand in hand into the orphanage. They were greeted by a kind middle age lady with brunette hair. "Hi you must be Mr. and Mr. Stark-Rogers. Come in come in" she says as he opens the door wider to let her guests in. The place was pretty worn down, scratches on the floor, marks on the wall and some of the ceiling is peeling. Kids were running all around the house. The lady puts his arm out of from of them. "Hi. Please call me Ms. Stanley" she says with a smile. "Hi I'm Steve and this is my husband Tony" Steve says while he shakes her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you" Tony says as he then shakes her hand. "Well let's go into my office and talk about the type of kid you want to adopt" Ms. Stanley grins as she leads the couple more into the house.
A few hours later they narrowed the choices to three little children. A five year old blonde hair girl name Cassandra, a little 6 year old brunette boy name Peter and another boy who is 7 years old name Jack. "Well do you want
Late Night Texts 24G: Send me a picture.Late Night Texts 242 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: I'm tied up, and I won't be able to make it down for a few days.
G: So send me a picture.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: Cute, kid. Real cute.
S: I'm sensing sarcasm.
G: We both know I didn't mean a picture of Bobby.
S: Well you didn't specify.
G: All right, fine. Sam, it would please me very much if you were to send me a picture of yourself.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: If you EVER want to sleep with me again, you'll send me a picture of you shirtless.
Late Night Texts 7S: Bad pick up line war. Three two one GO!Late Night Texts 72 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: If I said I liked your body, would you hold it against me?
S: If I had to choose between you and a Chevy, I'd ride you any day.
G: Are you from outer space? Because your ass is out of this world.
S: I'm allergic to your clothes. I'm going to have to ask you to remove them.
G: You have such a beautiful smile. It'd be better if that was all you were wearing.
S: Let's convert our potential energy to kinetic energy.
G: You fucking sexy nerd.
G: What are you doing tonight? Besides me, of course.
S: That's not a pick-up line. That's a command.
G: Are you forfeiting?
S: Hell no.
S: You might say I'm a samurai, because I'm a master of the sword.
G: If you were aspirin, I would take you every four to six hours.
S: Was that an earthquake, or did you just rock my world?
G: Do you have a mirror in your pocket? Because I can definitely see myself in your pants.
S: I'll marry you tomorrow, but let's honeymoon tonight.
S: What?! Your pick-up li
Never Again :: StonyThe mansion was quiet. Too quiet. Steve would've sworn that he could've heard a pin drop. As it was, the only sound he could hear was the pounding of his own heart in his ears and his ragged breathing.Never Again :: Stony2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Stark mansion was never this quiet. There was always noise. Whether it was the radio cranked up as loud as it could go, or the sounds of Tony trying, and failing again, to make something in the kitchen, or the very loud bangs and crashes coming from his garage as he worked out a few new kinks in the armour. There was always noise of some kind.
Tony could not stand silence.
Silence meant rejection and it unnerved Tony. He hated it and always tried to fill it up in whatever way he could. He'd babble on and on about whatever new technological development he'd made or the weather whatever first popped into his head and he'd launch into a very long spiel about it.
Steve knew that and he understood and he put up with it, enjoyed it even. He thought it was endearing even if it did somewh
New Anniversary"Hey, Castiel, look at this," Gabriel called to his brother over his shoulder. He had stolen Sam's laptop while the hunter was out with Dean on a food run. Cas walked up to Gabriel curiously and peered over his shoulder at the article the archangel was reading.New Anniversary2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"National Kissing Day?" Cas said, his head tilting. "What is the point of this?"
"Well, it gives you an excuse to kiss Dean senseless," Gabriel chuckled. "Though I never need one to kiss Sammy." Cas's eyes flicked over the article, reading quickly. A smile curved his lips and Gabriel knew he had scored a point. He closed the laptop and stood to stretch.
"So, that mind of yours planning madly?" Gabriel asked, smirking at Cas. The younger angel nodded, a light in his eyes. Without warning, Cas turned on his heel and rushed upstairs, stomping loudly in his haste. Gabriel chuckled again and wandered into the kitchen. He had already planned out exactly how he was going to seduce Sam today, having found out a few days ago about the up
Malkav's Mirror13 Possible Reasons Why Malkav's Mirror is CrackedMalkav's Mirror10 years ago in Humor More Like This
13. Brujah got sick of listening to Malkav talk about what a pretty mirror he had and decided to beat him over the head with it. Though, in his rage, he didn't notice it is was Toradore looking into it at the time.
12. Gangrel got pissed when he saw the duck bill he acquired after his last frenzy.
11. Assamite discovered that he could not diablerise himself.
10. Tremere learned the hard way that a house hold hand mirror cannot deflect Path of Levinbolt, no matter how many times it works in the cartoons.
9. Set realized that he could get far more profit from selling off a lot of little mirrors rather than one big one.
8. A reanimated corpse knocked it off the table while running like a bat out from hell from Giovanni's bedroom.
7. Not even Black Metamorphisis helped Lasombra see her reflection and so she broke the mirror in frustration with her hairbrush.
6. Toreador was so entranced by her own reflection that she didn't notice B
I'm Scared"John" Sherlock whispered, locking his fingers between John's.I'm Scared1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Yes?" John replied, his tone empty and solid, resting his head on his partner's shoulder.
"I...I'm scared" Sherlock wheezed, his breathing heavy, his chest shuddering as he exhaled.
John's eyes closed from hearing the pain in Sherlock's voice, Sherlock stared pitifully at the large quantity of pills and injections that sat before him.
John's grip increased on Sherlock's hand, sending shivers up the mans bruised arms.
"I never thought..." Sherlock started, streams of tears rolled down his pale cheeks, "I never thought that I would be scared of..." his voice quieting.
"Of Dying?" John finished, he trembled, letting go of Sherlock and covering his face, crying out in frustration.
"Please Sherlock, will you be strong for me?" John Begged, "Your life is not over yet and I will be with you until it is, and when it comes to that day I will be there to hold your hand and tell you I love you, okay?"
Sherlock shook, his face w
A Friday in the life of PatD.A Friday in the life of PatD.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, Spencer Smith was wearing a speedo. He did not like his extremely tight and pink speedo because it might prevent him from having future children with Jon Walker and everyone knows that pink is the color of evil unless you can manage to ward off that evil, but thats a completely different story.
This is why we dont accept gifts from obsessed fangirls! Spencer shouted at Brendon Urie, the man responsible for his current misfortune. Brendon was scarily and impossibly close to tears and giving Spencer the biggest puppy eyes he has ever seen, well, ever. Thats when our favorite lyrist/guitarist Ryan Ross decided to walk into the room wearing a dress that looked suspiciously like Snow Whites.
Hey guys! Look what I stole from Snow Whi-- He cut himself off when he saw Spencer angrily hovering over the unbelievably sad Brendon.
SPENCER JAMES SMITH. What the hell are you doing to my little Bren-Bren?! Ryan flailed like
Dungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)CharactersDungeons and Dragons story (Should I or no?)4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jack Frost - the Prince of Salex
North - the King of Salex
Tooth - the Queen of Salex
Bunny - the protector of the royal family
Sandy - wizard, Ren’s brother
Ren - wizard, Sandy’s brother, teacher of Elsa and Anna (my OC)
Elsa - sister of Anna, apprentice of Ren
Anna - sister of Elsa, apprentice of Ren
Merida - an archer, tracker of Salex
Hiccup - thief, dragon rider of Toothless, friend of Flynn, Kristoff, and Sven
Toothless - dragon of Hiccup, night fury
Kristoff - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Flynn, and Sven
Sven - friend of Toothless, Hiccup, Flynn, and Kristoff, reindeer
Rapunzel - lost princess of Ismere, protector of nature/animals
Flynn Rider - thief, friend of Hiccup, Toothless, Sven, and Kristoff
Pitch Black - the evil nightmare warlock/sorcerer
Kron - leader of Pitch’s fearling knights, stepbrother of Neera, iguanodon
Neera - stepsister of Kron, iguanodon
Erasmus - troll, Keeper of the enchanted library
Aladar - my friend, iguanodon
Me - a
Things I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons1) No using the flaming battle axe as an emergency skilletThings I Can No Longer Do in Dungeons and Dragons2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2) No dual-wielding two-handed weapons, even if I figure out how to within the rules.
3) Hengeyokai are not for making catgirls and bunny girls.
-a. And I am not allowed to fill a mansion with either or both.
4) Not allowed to use Warforged as cannon fodder with the justification "We can rebuild him!"
5) Just because I can, doesn't mean I should take Arcane Admixture so many times that Magic Missile deals nearly every damage type possible
6) My Warlock can have an Infernal Pact. He cannot be Legion and speak in the third person collective.
-a. Nor can the Warforged.
7) My Warlock will not describe his pact as having made a demon/devil/evil star/fairy/vestige his bitch.
8) If we encounter a female fox hengeyokai with a high charisma, I will refer to her by name and not constantly call her the foxy lady.
9) Zeppelins do not exist in Forgotten Realms. I am not allowed to build one from canvas and fire elementals.
-a. And if I did,
Frosting"What smells so good?"Frosting2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Finally out of your coma are you?" Sebastian Moran said nonchalantly, not turning to face his boss, who was standing in the doorway, looking much more ruffled than his normal Westwood look. He was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a wife-beater, a purple silk dressing gown half hanging off of him.
"Yes mum, I'm fine thank you." Jim said mockingly, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice, drinking straight from the container. He leaned against the counter, watching the sniper as he continued to work with a creamy substance in the bowl in front of him. He stared at it, as though it was some foreign substance that was going to come to life and attack them both.
Seb noticed Jim's eyes on him and glanced over, not stopping his use of the metal whisk he'd been employing. He snorted. "It's not going to bite you you know."
"Ha ha." Jim sneered. "What is it?"
"Yes Jim, it's the sugary paste that people put on ba
10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy1.Zuko is not afraid to fight.Draco runs away every time he sees danger in front of him.10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2.Zuko became a capable firebender because his uncle taught him well.Draco got all the good marks at Hogwarts because he was Snape's favourite.
3.Zuko's girlfriend,Mai,is definitely cooler than Pancy Parkinson.
4.Zuko is capable of redemtion.Draco is not(those who think he is are really mad ficwriters).
5.Zuko treats his friends as equals.Draco thinks of his friends as of his servants.
6.Zuko can fight without bending(by using swords).Draco can only run away if he doesn't have a wand.
7.Zuko's dad is the №1 baddie in the story.Draco's dad is just the same cowardly nobleman as his son.
8.In the beginning,Zuko is an uncertain person with a struggle in his soul,while Draco is just a proud,cowardly and bratty(in a lack of a better word) aristocrat.In the end,Zuko is an ex-villain,who found peace after becoming good,while Draco is still a proud,cowardly and bratty aristocrat.
9.Zuko foollows his h
Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
"Why did you kill this person, Carl?!"
"I do not kill people. That is..." he couldn't help glancing back towards the kitchen. "That is my LEAST favorite thing to do."
I sighed. "Carl, tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home."
He frowned and shifted
A Conversation with JeanneI'm glad you came again Jeanne. I was starting to think you weren't going to talk to me today but bless your heart you always come to me when I need you most. Even when the tower is too high to climb, you still manage to visit me without fail. My neck still itches from last night, I keep scratching but the itch remains. My servant's worry and the doctor keep asking the same questions: "When was the last time you had anything to eat? Are you drinking enough water? Has the medicine I gave you been helping you with your sleeping problems?" But I just want the itch at my neck and the ache in my stomach to stop. That's all I want him to do. Make it stop.A Conversation with Jeanne2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm sure if you were here, you'd stop this madness; you'd stop the suffering of the people, starving and spilling each other's blood. My beloved Jeanne you'd bring peace. You'd stop everyone screaming. If you did that, I'm sure my headaches would disappear.
It's strange how a personification of a nation, as powerful as they are, be co
Llamas with HatsLlamas with HatsLlamas with Hats4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Paul: Carl, there's a dead human in our house!
Carl: Ooh, hey, how did he get here?
Paul: Caaaarl, what did you do?
Carl: Me? Um, I didn't do this...
Paul: Explain what happened Carl!
Carl: I've never seen em' before in my life.
Paul: Why did you kill this person Carl?
Carl: I do not kill people, That is, That is my Least favorite thing to do.
Paul: Tell me Carl, exactly what you were doing before I got home.
Carl: Well, I was upstairs...
Paul: Mhm, okay...
Carl: I was in my room, reading a book...
Paul: Yes,go on...
Carl: and well this guy walked in...
Carl: So I went up to him...
Carl: and I, uh, I stabbed him thirty-seven times in the chest.
Paul: Caaaaaaaaaarl, that kills people!
Carl: Um, oh, I Didn't know that...
Paul: Carl, how could you not know that?
Carl: Yeah, I'm in the wrong here, I suck.
Paul: What happened to his hands?
Carl: Whats that?
Paul: His hands, W-Why are they missing?
Carl: U-Uh, I, um... Kinda cooke
Network Races: NymphsRACES OF THE NETWORKNetwork Races: Nymphs1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
TERMS- HISTORY - POPULATION - RACIAL FEATURES - TODAY - NOTABLES
- 'Nymph' is the general term. Major classes of nymphs are those of water (naiad), vegetation (dryad), land (oread), caves (lampad), and fire (igniad).
- 'Nymph' can have nudge-nudge-wink-wink connotations, so they're alternately called elemental humanoids by the politically correct and the stuffy.
- Are traditionally referred to with female pronouns though they're not inherently gendered beings.
- Technically they're not a race or even a species, because they have no hand in the creation of new nymphs and existing nymphs have nothing like a social society or culture. If anything, they are a sporadic natural phenomenon that happen to be self-aware.
- Nymphs are sentients that come to be in places of concentrated natural magic. (Such places are the result of the Network's closely overlying neighbor dimension- which leaks the mad
A Dungeon Master's Nightmare "Yeah, I'll play a rabbit."A Dungeon Master's Nightmare2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Trevor blinked. "Come again?"
"A rabbit," Jim repeated.
"A rabbit?" Trevor asked.
"Yeah," Jim said.
Trevor and the others stared for a long moment, then Trevor asked, "Why?"
"Well, you said we could use anything in the monster manual, right? Rabbits are in there. They're in the back with all the other normal animals."
"Well, yes," Trevor said, a little perplexed, "You certainly can play a rabbit. It's just. . . Well, Nick's playing a celestial unicorn, and Marilyn's gonna' be a nymph, and. . . don't you think you'll be a be a little weak by comparison to the rest of the party? You gonna' be able to keep up?"
"Well, you said you'd give everybody the right number of levels to scale us up to be equal with the most powerful creature, right?" Jim asked.
"Sure," Trevor said, "but you're still going to be a high level rabbit. Even if you're a sorcerer, you won't be able to carry much or use many items, and
OlderTime is a lonely bastard child. I knowOlder5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
how it feels.
I explore the spaces inside, moist hollows
where the angels once worked
their mischief. Strange
what you can grow accustomed to. I probe
the old scar tissue: smooth, numb
in places. I imagine I can feel
their shades, tactile afterimages: a zombie
reflex, a longing
for a longing. It pulls
at the center of my chest.
I miss the certainty of need.
I examine new possibilities, take
steps, show interest, craft a proposition,
cut a book deal. I have always been honest,
for others, even at my worst. I read. I write.
I observe, offer advice. Business is easy
to come by.
I have my way with words.
I nurture the spark, zap
it with alternating current, breathe life
into the old girl. She gags,
stutters for breath, settles into a ragged
purr. Obsolete and in need
of a tune up, but serviceable. Not so nearly
Besame -Kiss meBesame -Kiss me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. Is property of Hiromu Arakawa, Square Enix, Funimation, and Aniplex
She grabbed his hand desperate. She only wanted to delay him a little bit more. He turned to see her surprised. Before he could even say something she kissed hi
Love Reaps part 7Love Reaps part 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I laid there all night. Eyes open watching her breath and turn in the night. I wouldn't call her a peaceful sleeper. Well at least she doesn't snore. Though another positive to staying up to monitor her sleeping, is she isn't glaring nor is she talking. No offence to her, but I don't always enjoy peoples company. Unfortunately I actually need her. I exhaled loudly.
I lifted myself gradually off the awkward position that I lied in for six hours. I really hope it was worth it. My back also seemed to be in the shape of a V. I limped over to a clear space and cracked my spine back into place. What's that smell?! I raised up my arms, and blubbered. It's me!
With that I sprinted to the bathroom, ripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower. After scrubbing off my horrid smell, I grabbed a towel wrapping it around me and walked over to the basin. Looking into the mirror I gasped. I had an enormous smudge of mud on my face.
"Scarlet " I muttered, wiping the embarrassing slu
NosotrosPara que no me olvides, preciosa, toco tu mirada con el roce de mis letrasNosotros3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
para que me encuentres, para que me busques
para que busques una excusa y la encuentres. Y vuelvas a saber de mi, y hagamos algo con nosotros.
Y pretender que nunca nos fuimos, que después de todo sigue habiendo un nosotros.
te escribo con una sopa de letras que expresa lo que siento por ti, lo que aún tenemos...
aunque tarde horas devanándome el cerebero buscando las letras que formen el "hola" perfecto.
Pero no. Al final terminas buscando un amable pero determinante adiós a nuestra conversación.
Y vuelvo a quedarme solo, maldita, buscando como arrancar mis letras de tu mirada.