Far OffI'm so far off from so many things in my life. I'm so far off from being where I want to be. I'm so far off from being who I want to be. I'm so far off from having my shit together, emotionally, physically, financially, and artistically. I'm so far off from finding the love of my life. I'm so far off from feeling mature enough to take care of children. I'm so far off from feeling mature enough to take care of myself. I'm so far off from liking who I am. I'm so far off from liking who's around me. And what scares me most about all of these things, is not how far away they are, but how close they really might be.
Little Arguments Can Bring Them TogetherThe soldier just stared at the man in front of him, his arms crossed above his now noticable bump under his tight shirt.Little Arguments Can Bring Them Together2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No. We're not doing that to our child, Stark." He said, only calling his partner by his last name when he was mad or upset at him.
"Oh come on, Steve! This will be great for the baby! He or she could fly in it and everything!" Tony said to his boyfriend with a pout to come along with it. "Please?"
The reason for their fighting? Tony wants to build the new baby a suit of his or her own so she could be safe. Steve only saw the bad side of this and immediately struck it down. Why would a baby need a suit of armor at only a day old? It just didn't make much sense the the super soldier.
The blond sighed gently then ran a hand through his hair. "Tony, love, please. I can just imagine the baby accidentally launching one of the blasters or just hurting themselves in it. Or launching Extremis on accident and disrupting a satelite. Just leave it be." He pleaded, which he foun
In Remembrance...A faint sigh escaped the blond man as they were walking through New York. A grumble then soon escaped him as Tony was being especially secretive on where they were headed to. He didn't even give him a hint on how he should have gotten dressed.In Remembrance...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh Cap, don't be so glum! The baby will catch it and be sad all the time!" Tony grinned cheekily then patted the man's belly as they walked. "Be happy! We're out in the city! And we're going to explore one place I know you haven't seen yet." he mumbled the last part then instintaneously made himself smile again.
Steve's brow rose as he sighed gently then nodded. "Fine.. But couldn't you have at least let me know how you wanted me to dress? I'm just in a t-shirt and jeans and I'm not-"
Tony interrupted him. "T-shirt and jeans are just fine, love. Besides, you'd not be able to fit inside your suit or uniform anymore anyways. So.. Just deal and go with the flow of New York social society."
The blond had no idea what he meant by the last
First MovementsThe sun rose up high above the city of New York. But, just as some people are just waking up, some people are just heading off to sleep. Tony Stark was one of these people.First Movements2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It is not like he forced himself to stay up, although on some occasions he did. But this night, he was meeting a new deadline for a new design of jets for SHIELD. And, he managed to make it with an hour to spare. So, he decided to call it a night, er, morning and head off to sleep next to his partner, Steve.
A yawn escaped him as he stretched his sore back. Once he heard a satisfying pop, he sighed happily then climbed into bed. Just as he had fallen asleep, he could have sworn he heard an alarm.
"No..." Tony grumbled then quickly turned the other way, wishing the device would just turn off.
But sadly, it did not. Steve's hand slowly tried to turn the alarm off. He stretched then sat up and glanced around. His eyes soon rested on his twenty-two week belly. He tapped his fingers against it in a soft motion and smiled
Protect Me From What I WantSam walked slowly, but he didn't want to walk at all. His hand tightly gripping the fiery ache in his side he forced himself forward. He couldn't stop. He had to keep going. He had to find Dean. Dean would know what to do. There was a line in his head and he kept repeating it, using it to drive himself forward. It was a simple line and soon it became a montra.Protect Me From What I Want2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It doesn't matter how slowly you go, as long as you do not stop."
The pressure that he was applying wasn't enough, his blood was still dripping from between his long fingers, soaking though both of his shirts and his jackets. He didn't know why he wore so much stuff. It was too hot. If he had the strength to he would have been stripping the layers off but in the back of his mind he remembered that overheated was a symptom of blood loss.
Dean was ahead of him, lying face first on the cement. He wasn't moving. Sam's pace quickened, taking him to his brothers side. He was bleeding just as badly as Sam was, but he was alive. This sh
LightEven in her sleep, Pepper Potts was smiling; nothing could have made her happier than to be lying next to the man she loved, and to be wrapped up safely in his arms. Eight months she had had to live without Tony Stark, whilst he was away fighting for the Avengers Initiative, and they had undoubtedly been the hardest and dullest months of her life. And it was these moments that she had missed the most; the moments where Tony's affectionate side a side no one else thought existed - shone through. Relaxing into his warm embrace, Pepper hummed contentedly to herself, so glad to have her boyfriend back at last.Light3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Turning over in her sleep, a strong beam of light hit Pepper's closed eyelids, waking her immediately and causing her to cry out a little in distress. Opening her eyes only caused the light to hit her with more intensity, and reeling back in surprise, she held a hand up over her stinging eyes as she reached out to switch on a lamp.
Sitting up, Pepper paused for a few moments t
WinterIt was a rare moment when Tony actually woke up before Steve. And this is one of those rare moments. He yawned and stretched his body. Once he heard a satisfying pop in his back, he smiled to himself then looked over to Steve who was asleep next to him. Weird, Steve was always awake by now. But the pregnancy has taken its toll on him. Even with the super soldier serum, he feels weak since the baby is taking most of his nutrients. Tony wouldn't be surprised if they started him on iron suppliments or something along that line.Winter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stretched once again, then went down the hall towards the kitchen to fix himself up some coffee. Breathing in, he could smell the aroma of his favorite cup o' joe. Vanilla Hazelnut. "Mm..." Was all he muttered as he awaited for the pot to finish brewing. He then began to recall what he and Steve were talking about the night before.
For some reason, they started about snow. This made Steve frown deeply since he was frozen solid in ice for seventy years. All Tony
Hermione's AdviceGinny Potter sat on her bed, leafing through a muggle romance novel Hermione had lent her. Harry was out late as work, as he sometimes was, and this proved for a very lonely night. Albus and Lily were in bed, and James was reading a quidditch magazine on his bed. James was just as mad for quidditch as his father and grandfather before him, they'd known that for a long time.Hermione's Advice3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, the tiny sound of feet padding along the wooden floors awakened Ginny from her thoughts. After a moment of silence, eight year old Lily's face poked through the door.
Lily was practically identical to her grandmother Lily Potter, in both looks and spirit. Flowing dark red hair, skin the color of milk, a tiny splash of freckles across her nose. In fact, if not for her chocolate brown eyes that resembled her mother's so closely, she would have been a clone of a younger Lily Potter.
"Mummy, I can't sleep," Lily said, rubbing her eyes. "I've tried counting Hippogriffs, Skrewts and Gargoyl
Darkest Before The DawnDarkest Before The DawnDarkest Before The Dawn3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Loki already regretted opening his eyes before the grey twilight of dawn crept underneath his lashes. Because open eyes and realising that your eyes were open and seeing meant that you were awake. To be awake meant to think. And feel.
A half-hearted groan found its way out of his throat and he turned in bed to face the wall. However, the picture of the room he was in could not be erased. He had been lodged in the old nursery of the palace, that being the only empty quarters at the moment (he didn´t dare to ask what they had done with his old room). It was absolutely ridiculous - a nursery as a prison cell!
Why didn´t they just throw me into the real prison? He wondered not for the first time.
Because they still don´t take you seriously, a small and cruel voice whispered inside his head.
Turning around again, he stared at the thin fingers of light crawling onto the floor through the newly barred window. Just like the out
The Demons That Haunt Us"You foolish boy." Snarled his voice. His dark, snakelike eyes glinted with malice. "How many people died because you? Because you were weak? You couldn't muster up the courage to kill me? Too late Harry. All your fault."The Demons That Haunt Us2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Harry paled, writhing and moaning, pleading. "No, no NO!" He shouted, sobbing. "Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please. Make it stop." One by one, they appeared before him. Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred, his Parents, Dumbledore, and Snape. They circled around him, tauntingly. "You let us die Harry. It's your fault. You were too weak, too late. You did this Harry. YOU."
He sobbed louder. Suddenly a face appeared before him. "Draco!" he cried clutching at the hay figure. Draco gazed back, mouth curled in a sneer. "What do you want?" Harry's face fell. "Dray?" he questioned hesitantly. "Don't call me that." Snapped Draco. "Get away from me."
"No" Harry moaned. "No, please, no oh no. Please Drake. I love you."
"So?" came the cold reply. "Why should I care? You're in
Castiel's GraceFandom: SupernaturalCastiel's Grace2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Features: Castiel (w/ Dean and Anna)
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by CW, not me.
Spoilers: Season 4 (Heaven & Hell)
Summary: A glimpse into the mind of the angel Castiel and his feelings toward Dean Winchester. Castiel's love toward Dean may be platonic, but that doesn't make it any less real.
“You did the best you could. I forgive you.”
Castiel tilted his head at Anna’s words to Dean before she turned to him. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“No, you’re not,” Anna said firmly. “Not really. You don’t know the feeling.”
Castiel frowned at that, almost wishing it were true. He looked at Dean, a weight on his shoulders settling deeper. He couldn’t let this confusion get in the way of his duty, and yet he could think of little else. The angel did his best to bury his feelings, to deny them, but they lingered. Every t
Genesis Of The Black DragonBefore tides from the tears of twisted time,Genesis Of The Black Dragon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Came icy breath of a demonic dragon driven so insane,
By the evil of eternity pouring like acid into it's brain.
Naming itself the judge over justice to cleanse celestial crime,
With a corruption that scars purity with wings of pain.
Before sails spread from the shadows of space,
Came crimson eyes of a dark dragon damned to enrage,
By the ill of immortality like dust of it's age.
Heralding itself the angel over anarchy to grant grim grace,
With a loneliness that taints romance with claws of rage.
Before voices vacate from the vortex of the void,
Came black screams of a dire dragon destined to hide,
By the life of lucidity like sunshine from it's bride.
Crowning itself the sovereign over solace to declare delight destroyed,
With a tension that maims serenity with nerves so snide.
Genesis Of The White DragonBefore morning breaks the mysteries of the moon,Genesis Of The White Dragon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wakes fiery lungs of a calm dragon clouded in conscience,
Above bright skies of solitude dancing in the heaven of doom.
Arming itself the venerable victim upon acts of violence,
Against the shield and the sword of a mind mauling her soon.
Before silence bursts the shadows of the sun,
Wakes blue sight of a pure dragon purified in patience,
Above night sands of shadow roaming in the purgatory of ruin,
Calling itself the rhetoric royal upon cries of radiance,
Against the fragility and the fractures of a heart howling in fun.
Before explosions shatter the echoes of the earth,
Wakes white dreams of a rare dragon raised in reverence,
Above light seas of sanguine wandering in the hell of worth.
Validating itself the destined denizen upon values of deliverance,
Against the blaze and the burning of a soul screaming in birth.
Spiderwebs - Chapter 13Bruce couldn't believe what he was hearing.Spiderwebs - Chapter 132 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I told you, Banner, I saw him."
"Are you positive?"
"I saw him."
"Right," Bruce mumbled, trying to piece together the steadily fraying threads of what he knew as reality. If Loki was--because Loki wasback, it spelled trouble for all of them. The last time that snake had been in their midst his stomach turned at the thought, and for a moment he was actually so upset by the idea that the Other Guy growled and pushed uncomfortably against the walls of his consciousness. For a brief terrifying minute, Banner wrestled painfully for self-control. Clint watched in fear and horrible fascination as the doctor shuddered violently, quaking with effort and clutching his head as if that alone could stop the transformation. Eternity seemed to pass before he collapsed in his desk chair, sighing in defeat and exertion. The archer noticed, as no one else would have, that Bruce seemed to have a few more gray hairs than before.
Waking up in VegasThe light streamed through curtains landing on the dozing face of Tony Stark. His eyes crinkled against the early morning assault that was only amplified by the steady beat his blood vessels were pounding out against the inside of his skull. Tony groaned and buried his head deeper into the sheets, sheets that were white instead of the terra cotta ones on his own bed, a fact his super-powered brain supplied as he buried his nose deeper into them.Waking up in Vegas2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hotel, maybe? He asked himself.
Tony also catalogued a soft groan coming from the other side of the bed. Deep in timbre, which meant male. Not unusual for Tony. He became aware of his bisexuality quite some time ago, so that was no surprise.
What was a surprise was the incredibly familiar shock of blonde hair that appeared out of the luxurious pillows.
Tony's eyes blasted open.
Did I have sex with Captain America?
With his hangover screaming in protested, his head popped off the pillow, trying to wrap his
Stony-Art Trade with LemonlollipopSteve was at the store picking out a watch since his old one broke. Tony offered to buy him one over the web, like he bought everything else, but Steve was insistent on going out to get it.Stony-Art Trade with Lemonlollipop2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Lifting up a cool looking red, white and blue watch that oddly resembled his shield, something brown had caught his eye in the corner of his vision.
Looking up he noticed a girl walking by. She looked about his age, 25 to 30 max. She had bright brown hair, long and curly. She looked just like...
He didn't even realize he said the name out loud until she turned around. Steve's heart began to pound, there was just no way, Peggy would be over 70 years old by now if not already passed away. There was just no way she was standing only a foot away still as young as the day he last saw her.
She looked just like Peggy, only Steve noticed her eyes were blue and not the soft brown he knew she had before he was frozen.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were someone I knew." he blushed with apology.
"Not a pro
Madly In Love As A HatterI'm overcome with the oddest feelingMadly In Love As A Hatter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It really is quite grand
Something like Alice must've felt
When she stepped foot in Wonderland
A veritable combination
Of awe and shock
Where time is irrelevant
There is no tick-tock
There is no such thing
As that foolish, bad fear
Because there is nothing to be afraid of
For we are all mad here
You can't decipher
Everything that's going on
And if you think that you have
You are probably wrong
This world can make you happy
But at the same time tear you apart
It all just depends on
What resides in your heart
And your hearts residents
Are a brand new mystery
Because we can't figure it out
Based off of your history
I know that this whole world we have
Must be a lot to see
But trying to learn of all your thoughts
Has put me off my tea
I can barely understand what's come out of your mouth
Let alone what you've left unsaid
You confound me so much, and I have to say, love
That I think I'll come off with my head
The way that you act
When you're around me
A Heart Like YoursI’m counting onA Heart Like Yours9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A heart like yours,
Eager to love,
Faster to hate,
I’ll flip on the switch
And lay you to waste.
I’m counting on
Easy charm that breaks worlds.
I’ll throw a bone
And keep you burning,
Feeling like you’re
Through your veins.
I’m counting on
How you’ll never
Never be the same,
Once you’ve tasted,
Felt and hated
A painted, smirking, selfish, jaded…
Heart like yours.
The Jenny Chronicles (#1)It didn’t take Jenny long to persuade the young man to decal the side of her rocket for free. In fact, nothing ever took Jenny a long time to accomplish, and she was quite proud of that fact as she sat back in the shade of a willow sipping something cold while young Ian painted away, oblivious to the lipstick stain under his right ear. The Time Lady smirked.The Jenny Chronicles (#1)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“This drink is delicious,” Jenny called out, raising the glass in Ian’s direction.
Ian looked up eagerly. “I made it myself!”
“I applaud your skills,” she replied with a wink.
“Thanks, Miss Jenny!” Ian grinned widely before returning to his work on the rocket.
The rocket had seen a bit of action recently, and needed the touch up. Jenny had done what she could to keep it in working order, but when it came to the finer things like keeping the surface shining like the day she stole it, she was clueless. Thankfully, it appeared Ian wasn’t, because he was soon stepping ba