Tony StarkxReader The new assistant - Chapter 1Tony StarkxReader The new assistant - Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time before fixing your [h/l], [h/c] hair. Sighing, you put light make up on your face, your lips a soft pink, light blush on your cheeks and a bit of mascara on your eyelashes. You wore a black pencil skirt with a white social shirt with black pumps and put a bit of perfume on. You had to be perfect for this job interview, this was your golden opportunity and you wouldn't mess it up this time.
You smiled softly at your reflection on the mirror. You decided you looked good and felt confidence overwhelm you. You took a deep breath and got your keys before heading out your door. You got in your car and drove directly to Stark tower, where you would try and get the job as a lab assistant. You smiled feeling you would get it, you were the perfect one for the job. Finally, you would be able to work at something you were so passionate about.
You parked your car and got out of it while walking towards the building. The doors where locked, so you p
Thor x Reader - More Than Words (part 1)A/N: Please, read the descritpion first.Thor x Reader - More Than Words (part 1)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
‘For all the gods’ sake why I had to bump into Thor?’
The elevator’s door closed silently and suddenly you felt very claustrophobic. Thor was six foot three and he was nine inches taller than you. That and his muscular built made you feel like a David standing in front of a Goliath. But unlike the biblical Goliath that one was hot as hell and his smile could make diamonds to melt.
“_____?” he asked evidently surprised while his eyes were scanning you from head to toes.
His gaze made you flush heavily. It was the first time he saw you in a different outfit than that you usually wore. Your closet was filled with jeans, t-shirts, some hoodies and pairs of sneakers. Spectacles with thick black rims you always wore and haphazardly tied hair completed the look of a stereotypical computer g
* * *obce ręce dotykają nie tak* * *11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
obce usta całują w zły sposób
zbyt natarczywie wtargają
w moją przestrzeń
całe moje jestestwo
z zimna drżę
nie z rozkoszy
w obcości nagiego ciała
odnajduję nieprzyjemność i wstyd
następnego wschodu słońca
którego nie chcę doczekać
nie umiem odzyskać niczego
co utraciłam z Tobą
mimo że nie jesteś
nie przy mnie
ale w świecie
nie potrafię nie być Twoją
Thor x Reader - More Than Words (part 2)A/N: Please, read the descritpion first.Thor x Reader - More Than Words (part 2)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You guessed that he had to feel your gaze because he turned and looked at you. He was like four yards from you but you felt a sudden urge to get back to his bedroom and hide there. You shivered and it had nothing to do with you being practically half naked but Thor just assumed that you were feeling cold. He stood up, walked up to you and then led you towards the fireplace. When you were close to it, you noticed that there was dark fluffy carpet. Your feet almost sank into it. You sat down on it, not even thinking about taking place on a couch or in one of the armchairs. Thor followed you and there he was, only three feet away from you.
Blushing a little, you tried to cover as much of your thighs as it was possible and not to look ridiculous at the same time. You avoided looking at him, choosing the fire instead. At least it didn’t make you forget to breathe like Tho
How do you say goodbye?How do you say goodbye?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three days after you started to die,
when it was just you and me,
and while your tongue roamed restlessly
inside your drooping mouth,
I asked how
do you say goodbye?
Do we hold hands -
your baby-soft grip already receding back
and out to sea, with the winking
calm of a rip laying itself
flat, while the surges of your fasiculations
in the shallow grooves of your ribs.
Do we say the words we already know -
I can see the delay
of words from your brain to your tongue,
and your sunken chest
heaving with measured words and
Do I study your face, to remember -
of your eyes are already drifting
half to sleep,
your waterlogged body bobbing, undecided
on the sea or the clouds.
Tony Stark x Reader - Catch Me If You Can (part 1) A/N: Links to the Intro/Prologue are in the description below. You can find there links to the chapter with Thor x Reader as well.Tony Stark x Reader - Catch Me If You Can (part 1)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
‘For all the gods’ sake why I had to bump into Tony?’
“______(f/n)?!” Tony asked, shock and disbelief hearable in his voice.
“No, Easter Bunny,” you answered sarcastically. “Of course it’s me. Who else did you expect in this elevator?”
“But you are wearing a dress,” he pointed, his eyes locked on your figure.
“So what? Why can’t I wear a dress?” You were surprised by his words.
Well yes, it was the first time he saw you in a that kind of outfit. Until now you always wore jeans, loos
JackMy grandmother fell in love with my grandfather when his skin was still yellow with malaria.Jack3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
At twenty-four, he had just returned from war, his pockets heavy as his heart, weighed down with souvenir scars and unspent bullets. Gaping trenches hung beneath each of his dark eyes like open, sore wounds, or sorer memories. At nineteen, she had not known the taste of oranges. The first time she held one, she bit straight into the pasty skin, expecting sweetness and coming up with shell-fragments.
In the pictures, my grandmother, radiant in her gray wedding dress, stands before my grandfather. Those trenches are still there, still yawning beneath each eye like caskets, but they are beginning to fold under, to fill themselves in. Standing together, they are joined by out-stretched hands, his free fingers reaching up to hold her cheek in his palm, the pale skin there blushing the softest pink: a single petal, unfolding, held erect in his hewn hands. In the pictures, it is there in the space lef
Dear Daddy, I hate you.Dad,Dear Daddy, I hate you.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's something I want you to know,
Because, hey dad..
I'm not stupid.
I know you're not going to be here
Something I wanted to say..
I hate you.
I hate how you've been there for me.
I hate how you made me who I am today.
I hate how you've always inspired me,
And I hate how you've been the best father anyone could ask for.
I hate how I know you enough to know exactly what you're going to say.
I hate how you know me the same way.
I hate how you love your family more than anything.
I hate how you've been strong just so we don't feel weak,
And I hate how you never gave up on us.
On your family.
On your daughters.
I hate knowing that it's going to be
I'm going to miss you, Dad.
... Daddy, I'm going to miss you.
And I hate you for that.
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
the loneliness of lovemy face is all wrinkledthe loneliness of love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my youth is past
my wife is dead
there are already ten years
I want to save my love from purgatory
for yet caressed her face
for yet smell her perfume
and the softness of her lips
I miss her
the photo albums
do not speak
it is a horrific frustration
when we got married
we we got said
I'll never let you
had not anticipated
the disease Who has taken
the woman I loved