First Impressions“Where are you?” Kurt whispered impatientlyinto his Blackberry.“I’ll be there in a minute, don’t worry,”Blaine replied, then hung up.Kurt sighed and put his bag down in the empty seat next to him,meant for Blaine.His eyes were locked on the ajar door of the choir room. The roombuzzed with chatter between the New Directions members, both new andprevious.It was the first day of his senior year and Kurt was loving ituntil now. He’d spent two of his classes and lunch holdinghands with Blaine, but now Blaine was two minutes late for his firstday of Glee club. Good impression. Kurt was tapping hisnails rhythmically on the bottom of his chair.Schuester was playing a game with the freshmen, where they sangtheir name and something they aspired for to the tune of theirfavourite song.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark figure in the doorwayand gasped when he realized it was Blaine.The other New Directions membe
Short Story StonyArtist Comment; This was based on an Avenger's sleep over.I kinda have a head cannon that Cap is afraid of the dark and and yeah.This kinda.Formed.--"Tony," Steve whispered, trying not to wake the other slumbering Avengers. Though he's sure if they could sleep through Thor's snoring, they'd sleep through him screaming. But he was.. Polite. He touched Tony's shoulder, and then shook him lightly.When all he got in response was a mumble and a swat of Tony's hand, he shook him again. Tony opened his eyes slowly, bloodshot from waking up from a deep sleep."Tony," Steve repeated, "I can't sleep."Tony sighed and rolled over onto his back. "Tony!!" Steve whined loudly. Tony rolled back over, glaring at Steve."What do you want?" He grumbled, sitting up. Steve pouted. "I can't sleep." He drawled out. He locked his eyes with Tony, making sure he was still awake and wouldn't go back to sleep."Why not..?" Tony growled sleepily. "It's so late, Steve, jeez.""B-because.." Steve looked aroun
Tangled in Stripes - StonyI saw him coming from across the room and I knew he was coming to me by the way he stared at me, his eyes never leaving mine, even if someone crossed his line of vision. His shoulders were back, very strong, as though nothing was going to stop him from getting to me."Mr. Stark." he greeted once he reached me, stopping."Captain." I returned, nodding once to him, "May I help you?" I brought my glass to my lips to take a sip of my scotch, but he took the glass from my hand and set it down on the table beside me, his eyes never leaving mine, as though they couldn't."In more ways than you'd probably care to hear." he answered, a gleam to his eye, and a dangerous one at that... Wasn't I supposed to be the one with danger in my stare?"Is that so?" I asked, reaching for my drink. I didn't like it when people took my drink from me. Only his hand caught mine before it could touch the rim. His other hand was suddenly on my hip, pulling me closer until we touched. Pressing our palms together,
Tell Him, NOW! IanthonyAnthony's POV"What if we moved that frame back a couple seconds?" Ian suggested as I tried to get the multiple shots we had taken for our newest video to line up right. I slowly dragged the frame back slightly, and then clicked play to see if it had worked. It didn't. Ian and I groaned in frustration. We had been working on the same little part for over an hour."Maybe we should just film that part again tomorrow," I said, running my hand through my hair."I guess. We might as well work on the rest of the video in the meantime," Ian put his head on the computer desk tiredly. Rolling my eyes, I saved our progress and started adding the rest of the video clipsA few minutes later, my phone buzzed, signaling that I had gotten a text message."UGH, what is it now," Ian complained, clearly annoyed at the interruption."I just got a text from Kalel, keep your panties on." I opened the message; glad to have a small break from editing, even if it was just for a few minutes while I talked to h
Ianthony story “Ian!” I call into the living room. “What?” He calls back. “Get in here!!” A few seconds later, Ian comes strutting in. “Sup?” He asks. “Um, I was on your computer earlier today and um, why do you have pictures of me on it?” His face turns red. “Why the hell were you on my computer?” He asks. “Mine wasn’t working.” I say calmly. “Well I don’t know why you think I have pictures of you. Cause I don’t.” “Ian! Yes you do! There in a folder on your desktop titled ‘Anthony <3 <3.’” “Anthony! I have no idea what you’re talking about!” “Go get your laptop. I’ll show you.” “I don’t know where my laptop is.