The visions start indistinct, easy to dismiss when morning comes.

Then he dreams of Donna hurt in the cornfield. The next day, Donna’s foot catches in a groundhog’s burrow. The leg fracture is not terrible and she heals quickly, but Stephen knows.

Three years later he refuses to let her go the the lake just beyond the farm. She argues, but eventually concedes. The next night Stephen dreams of her older and smiling. He’s never dreamt of her this old before and knows she’ll live.

She is the only one he ever tells the truth.

Sometimes he dreams of the future in terms of days, but sometimes… he sees a man in the mirror and knows that someday gray will touch his temples and his hands will shake, scars lining his fingers.

He can avoid it, the way he avoided Donna’s death. The dreams change, showing time undone. He doesn’t understand, but he stops planning.

He’s twenty-four when the man enters his dreams, always dying. Stephen’s heart breaks in his chest every time; he knows the pain will never go away. 

He will never fall in love, he decides. Love might break him.

Donna decides she’s going to change the world. Stephen hasn’t dreamt it, but he believes her. He smiles when she applies to a charity outreach program.

She comes home to the little apartment they share, smile bright. She’d met the man who founded the charity and impressed him, she tells Stephen. She’d been hired on the spot.

His name is Tony Stark.

That night, Stephen dreams of the dying man—younger, vibrant. Stephen’s heart pounds in his chest, beating with a love that Stephen doesn’t yet feel.

Love will break his heart and Stephen refuses.

happy holidays, Jennifer @antoniosvivaldi!! ❄️🎁🌟

I do not know what to say. You do not have to say anything. I do not think there is anything else to say... other than I love you too.

Something I'm working for @the-elle-kat! A Sugardaddy A/B/O in which Tony (omega) ran away from home at 19 when he was pregnant, and since then has been leaping from crappy part-time jobs to make ends meet.

Stephen (Alpha) a famous, and rich, neurosurgeon has been looking for a caregiver for his mother, who is paralysed from the waist down after a horse riding accident.

When Tony turns up to interview for Beverly Strange's caregiver, Stephen immediately wants to turn him away, especially when Tony brings his young daughter with him.

I'm hoping to have this 70k turned 120K word story up in the next month or two!

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Stephen grumbled to himself as he dug his fingers into the tight knots on either side of his neck, considering booking himself in for a massage, he stopped at the threshold of his living room, eyes narrowing when he saw who was sitting at the dining room table.

The child.

She was writing something into a book, humming gently under her breath with her small feet swinging. He could go into his bedroom to work, back to the hospital, any other room that didn’t involve a small child invading his personal space, but this was his home and he wasn’t going to let himself be chased out by a child.

Circling the table whilst keeping an eye on her movements, he saw the moment she noticed him. Her feet stopped swinging as a tiny hand reached out to clutch a soft toy perched beside her book.

Carefully, as if she were a rabid animal or something, Stephen placed his patient files down at the very corner of the table, waiting for her to strike, to say anything, before he silently pulled his chair out, still watching her.

Don’t make any sudden movements.

Taking his seat, he spread his papers out, careful not to invade her little corner of the table. Peeping up at him through the bangs of her hair, she bit her bottom lip in curiosity as she watched him.

He should’ve offered her a smile, been kind to her like he was with his child patients, but he couldn’t make himself do it, staring at her until she backed down, returning to her workbook. Appreciating the silence, Stephen began writing notes in the margin of the files, losing himself in test results, CT scans, treatment plans, focused on nothing other than how he could help the people under his care.

After a long while, Stephen placed his pen down, shaking out his hands and looking around for his clock, pausing his movements when he saw the girl still working, her tongue touching the corner of her mouth as she concentrated.

He’d completely forgotten about her.

Begrudgingly, Stephen could admit she was cute, and she hadn’t caused him any issues since they’d moved into his penthouse.

With a start, Stephen realized he couldn’t remember her name, that he knew nothing of this small girl who had been living with him for over two months now. Her toys didn’t spill out into the rest of the penthouse, nothing had been broken by her hand, she was a ghost in his home.

Getting to his feet, he caught the slight flinch from her, and he froze, horror trickling into the pit of his stomach in frigid droplets.

She was scared of him.

Quickly coming to a decision, he left the room for the kitchen, leaving the adjoining door open so she could see him. Placing a mug beneath the coffee machine and searching his cupboards, smiling to himself when he found what he was looking for. While he waited for his coffee, he shot fugitive glances over his shoulder, wondering if fear would make her flee.

Parallels?

Two lonely kids in two different worlds.