trying to live my life without you

Part four of my quotes collection is dedicated to the artists! This one is a little bit longer, but this is because there were so many good artists and quotes I couldn’t pick a select few. As always, I hope you enjoy these quotes!

Leonardo da Vinci

  • “You can have no dominion greater or less than that over yourself.”
  • “Learning never exhausts the mind.”
  • “Time abides long enough for those who make use of it.”
  • “It’s easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.”
  • “I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.”

Vincent van Gogh

  • “What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?”
  • “Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”
  • “The way to know life is to love many things.”
  • “Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again.”
  • “One must work and dare if one really wants to live.”
  • “It is better to be high-spirited even though one makes more mistakes, than to be narrow-minded and all too prudent.”
  • “The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others.”
  • “Do not quench your inspiration and your imagination; do not become the slave of your model.”
  • “Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.”
  • “As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.”

Florence Scovel Shinn

  • “Every great work, every big accomplishment, has been brought into manifestation through holding to the vision, and often just before the big achievement, comes apparent failure and discouragement.”
  • “You will be a failure, until you impress the subconscious with the conviction you are a success. This is done by making an affirmation which 'clicks.'”

Camille Pissarro

  • “It is absurd to look for perfection.”
  • “Everything is beautiful, all that matters is to be able to interpret.”
  • “Don’t be afraid in nature: one must be bold, at the risk of having been deceived and making mistakes.”
  • “When you do a thing with your whole soul and everything that is noble within you, you always find your counterpart.”

Pablo Picasso

  • “Inspiration exists, but it has to find us working.”
  • “Action is the foundational key to all success.”
  • “Everything you can imagine is real.”
  • “Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.”
  • “I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.”
  • “He can who thinks he can, and he can’t who thinks he can’t. This is an inexorable, indisputable law.”
  • “Our goals can only be reached through a vehicle of a plan, in which we must fervently believe, and upon which we must vigorously act. There is no other route to success.”

Andy Warhol

  • “They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”
  • “People need to be made more aware of the need to work at learning how to live because life is so quick and sometimes it goes away too quickly.”

Salvador Dali

  • “Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.”
  • “Have no fear of perfection - you’ll never reach it.”
  • “Mistakes are almost always of a sacred nature. Never try to correct them. On the contrary: rationalize them, understand them thoroughly. After that, it will be possible for you to sublimate them.”

Georgia O’Keeffe

  • “I’ve been absolutely terrified every moment of my life - and I’ve never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.”
  • “You get whatever accomplishment you are willing to declare.”

Artemisia Gentileschi

  • “As long as I live I will have control over my being.”

Henri Matisse

  • “Creativity takes courage.”
  • “You study, you learn, but you guard the original naïveté. It has to be within you, as desire for drink is within the drunkard or love is within the lover.”
  • “There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”
  • “He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.”
  • “Instinct must be thwarted just as one prunes the branches of a tree so that it will grow better.”

Corita Kent

  • “Flowers grow out of dark moments.”
  • “Life is a succession of moments, to live each one is to succeed.”
  • “Love the moment and the energy of that moment will spread beyond all boundaries.”


  • “Faith in oneself is the best and safest course.”
  • “A beautiful thing never gives so much pain as does failing to hear and see it.”
  • “There is no greater harm than that of time wasted.”
  • “The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.”
  • “Every beauty which is seen here by persons of perception resembles more than anything else that celestial source from which we all are come.”

“Maybe it’s impossible to live life without any regrets. Even when you know the future… you’ll still mess up.“ 

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MBTI TYPES AS QUOTES. Yeah. I know this has been done millions of times. just. read. pls.

ok so. if its anonymus then it either means i looked ‘’quotes’’ on google or I made it up.

ESTP - ‘’I tried so hard to be a nice lady, you taught me its okay to be crazy’’ - Lana Del Rey

ESFP - ‘’Eventually, you’re going to die. Everyone you know will die and you will be forgotten. So why get mad? Why waste time? You should live, because as far as you know, this is your only life’’ - anonymus

ISTP - ‘’Have some fire. Be unstoppable. Be a force of nature.’’ - Grey’s Anatomy

ISFP - ‘’Been trying hard not to get into trouble but I’ve got a war in my mind’’ and ‘’I’m not mad, I’m hurt. There’s a difference’’ - Lana Del Rey

ESTJ - ‘’Efforts and courage isn’t enough without action and direction’’ - JFK

ESFJ - ‘’Promise me you’ll always remember: you’re braver than you believe, you’re stronger than you seem, you’re smarter than you think’’ - Winnie The Pooh

ISTJ - ‘’Time flies. Time waits for no man. Time heals all wounds. All any of us want is more time. Time to stand up, time to grow up. Time to let go. Time’’ - Grey’s Anatomy

ISFJ - ‘’No matter how hard the past, you can always begin again’’ - Buddha

ENTJ - ‘’Kill them with success and bury them with a smile’’ - anonymus

INTJ - ‘’So do it decide, is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide.’’ - Grey’s Anatomy

ENTP - ‘’Accident is the name of all of the greatest inventions’’ - Mark Twain

INTP - ‘’Perhaps one does not want to be loved so much as to be understood’’ - George Orwell

ENFJ - ‘’Despite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart’’ -Anne Frank

INFJ - ‘’The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you, you just have to find the the ones worth suffering for’’ - Bob Marley

INFP - ‘’The true sign of intelligence isn’t knowledge, it’s imagination’’- Albert Einstein

ENFP - ‘’So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned, just think of happy things and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in never, never land.’’  - Peter Pan

back home

ive never written anything w this relationship so i am pleased as punch and kinda wanna live in this world for a little while so i might post more

words: 2k

warnings: parent death ment

feat: everybody except scott and thor. i’ll probably find some way to work them in though.

a/n: bucky’s gonna b a bit of an ass

You were practically jumping up and down in the elevator because of how excited you were as the doors slid open. It’d been almost 6 months since you’d last seen Tony which was without a doubt the longest period of time you’d gone without seeing him in your life. Things had become chaotic in your life and his but the two of you still talked on a regular basis. You were his one sense of stability at this point in his life and he had proven time and time again that he would do anything to keep you safe.

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Sylvana Simons, the first ever black female party leader of a European political party.

“Racism, sexism and Islamophobia are widespread, not just in the Netherlands but in most parts of Western Europe. I was tolerated when I was an entertainer. But you can’t be black, female, politically involved and try to shape the society you live in without angering some people.

When I started speaking out one of the first comments was that I didn’t “know my place”. I’ve known my place my whole life! If you are not white, heterosexual and male, this country suggests you have to be treated differently.

When you’ve gained wealth through slavery and colonialism, you will build courts, police and judiciary based on that system. The problem is when you say such things out loud it sounds as if everyone is being racist on purpose all the time. That’s not true, but the way the society is shaped is racist and divisive.

We want to represent all of Dutch society and our list of candidates alone shows we are truly reflecting the Netherlands. We have equal numbers of men and women. We have gay, lesbian, and transgender candidates. We are normalising what is already normal in society.

We are a new and unconventional voice in society. We are emancipating people and politics.”

romance sentence starters.

“ if you are not too long, i will wait here for you all my life. “
” i have always loved you. “
” you mean the world to me. “
” i will always love you. “
” you always have a special place in my heart. “
” you have my heart. “
” you’re under my skin, what can i do? “
” if i could give you the world, i would. “
” you are everything i ever wanted and more. “
” you are the reason behind my smile. “
” you’re the only light in this darkness. “
” there’s nothing more romantic than italian food. “
” you caught me, i’m a hopeless romantic. “
” i will always be here for you, when you aren’t here for me. “
” your love is like a drug, it’s addictive. “
” hurting your feelings is like hurting my own. “
” i’m only happy when you are. “
” there’s nothing more romantic than speaking french. “
” you have me in a way no one else could ever have me. “
” you are my heart, my soul, my breath. “
” living life without is pointless. “
” i suffocate when you are away from me. “
” i’ll hold yesterday in my heart. “
” i’ll try to love again, but i know it is a pointless effort. “
” you are a dream come true to life. “
” i’ve never loved like this before in all my life. “
” i could stare at you forever and never get tired of your face. “
” do you want to take a flight to paris with me? “
“ i thank god everyday for you. ”
“ you are the love of my life. ”
“ i’ll never love anyone more than i love you. ” “ all of my emotions are wrapped up in you. ”
“ i do love you, more and more every day. ”
“ you won’t have to give me a second chance, the first one is all i need. ”
“ there aren’t even words to express my love for you. ”
“ i could tell you all of this until you’re blue in the face and it still won’t serve justice. ”

( TRANS ) wonwoo’s self-written profile — 170407

name: wonwoo
birthday: 960719 - 22 years old
unit: hip hop
position: intellectual
hobby: games, reading
speciality: making raps
nickname: sloth
habit: using “uh…” before speaking
motto: live a life without regrets
something i like (3 things): games, books, music
something i dislike (3 things): seafood, bugs, aegyo
my largest area of interest these days: solving quizzes
a song that i enjoy these days: yoon jongshin - ‘from january to june’ / yiruma - 'spring rain’
a touching movie that i watched recently: 'sing street’
aside from your current unit, is there one you want to try out?: vocal. honestly, i’m better.
if you were to describe yourself in one word: my thoughts are like roots. there’s no end.
if you were to describe carats in one word: beauty
your goal of 2017: being able to let more people hear our story in a larger market.
a word to myself after 1 year: you worked hard.
instructions for you: even if i’m staying still, i still have fun playing.
something to be cautious about: rowdy. i can’t stay still.

translation by eostower / source icansaygay
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If you think you’re worthless, stop scrolling right now and read.

I’m writing this for a specific mutual, but it isn’t only true for one person, so read on.

You know those inspirational posts you see people reblog every day?

Stuff about people all throughout history who failed and went bankrupt and were depressed and were told they weren’t good enough - and yet somehow they rose above it and defied all those notions to become heroes and legends and history makers and culture movers. And the post always ends with “so don’t be hard on yourself when you mess up” and it’s all nice and sweet and pretty. Maybe you scroll past them. Maybe you hardly ever see them on your dash at all.

Maybe you’re among those who reblogs these posts.

But maybe every time you hit the reblog or the like button, your brain is whispering “this isn’t about you” and “yes people can do amazing things, but not you” and “ah yes amazing stories, too bad it will never happen to you” and you listen to these whisperings and you laugh and shake your head…

Because you know exactly where you stand: worthless. irredeemable. a loser. a lost cause.



Listen to me.

As your friend.

As a stranger who doesn’t know you. Who doesn’t have to know you, or your failings, or your depression, or your anxiety, or your embarrassments, or your deepest darkest most heinous crimes.


Just stop.

Look up. Look around you. Open. Your. Eyes. Are they open? Good. Keep them open. Don’t ever close them again. See the world. See you: a human being, valid, flawed, journeying, changing, growing, scraping, failing, rising, a masterpiece that will never be made again.

You are beautiful. You who think you are overweight and lazy. You are beautiful. You who think you are stupid and uneducated. You are beautiful. You who think you are a loser, and amount to nothing. You are beautiful. You who bleed and ache and never rest. You are beautiful.

You have worth.

Want to know a secret? If you wake up in the morning and tell yourself you’re not going to amount to anything that day, then you aren’t going to. If you go to bed at night thinking nothing will change tomorrow, then you are going to change nothing.

Because you’ve resigned yourself to that lie. And it is a lie, friend. A straight-out, soul-condemning, out-of-the-pit, self-deprecating, self-pitying lie. A lie you don’t have to believe. A lie you should not believe.

If you stand in the corner and bow your head and stare at the ground, you’ve already lost the battle without fighting. This is a surrender in which there is no honor, and in it there is no hope.

Life isn’t easy, friend. Life isn’t fair. It’s hard. And getting things done is hard. Some days, just getting up out of bed is hard. Just breathing. Just doing homework. Just going to work. Just trying to keep the dishes and trash from overflowing.

But we do it anyway.

Why? Because there’s life to live. There are choices to be made. Jokes to laugh at. Awkward conversations to be had. Art to mess up and start over on. Jobs to work. Pizza to be eaten.

We do it anyway.

So guess what?

You do it anyway too.

Why? Because of this:

You are special.

Right now, this second, turn off the voice that hears these Disney-fied words and scoffs and ignores them. Listen.

There is not a human being who has ever lived or ever will live on this planet that is not important, that is not here for a reason. No life is worthless, and most certainly not yours. My God doesn’t make worthless things, and he doesn’t make mistakes. There are no extra pieces in this universe, no spare parts. He made you. And he made you for a purpose, and that purpose is not to sit in your room, afraid to try, afraid to love, afraid to hope, afraid to climb and fall and hurt and get back up again.

Want to know another secret? You aren’t alone. Every single human being in the history of everything has struggled with feeling worthless at some point in their life. Every single one. That is not a lie. Your feelings of worthlessness are not what is special about you. You are what is special about you. The God who created you is what is special about you.

No matter what you’re going through, no matter what you’ve done, no matter what you have failed to do, someone else has gone through worse. Sometimes, a lot worse.

Oh, now you feel invalidated. “Why can’t I just believe in myself? Other people have it worse, I shouldn’t complain, I should just try harder, but I know trying harder isn’t going to help, so what’s the point.”

Guess what?

Stop that too.

Stop it dead in its tracks.

Kill that thought. Every day. Every morning. Every minute it shows its ugly lying face. Kill it and put it to rest. Stack headstones on top of it and move away, far far way, friend.

Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t know where you’ve been, but you don’t know where I’ve been either. Don’t ignore hope because you think it’s for other people. Don’t keep yourself from making an effort, and pushing yourself forward. Bury the lie. You have worth. You are loved. You are important. God does not make worthless things.

One of my favorite lyrics says “How does it end when the war that you’re in is just you against you against you? You’ve got to learn to love, learn to love your enemies too.”

Learn to love.

Your enemy.


Start learning to see you the way God sees you.

See you the way I see you.




Just at the very beginning.

Every single day you wake up is a brand new start.

A bright new chance. Every. Single. One. You will never stop getting chances for as long as you are here, so why dismiss them? Isn’t that the most beautiful thing there is? You get to keep trying. Every single day. You have the gift to go again, try again, start again, live again, breathe again, hope again.

Guess what. When the morning is wasted, the afternoon is still there. When the afternoon is wasted, the evening is still there. When the evening is wasted, the night is still there. And then morning comes again.

So the next time you see a motivational post, an inspiring reblog, a story about how someone overcame something horrible, and turned it into something amazing, look long and hard and take courage, find hope in that. Stop dismissing it as being from a universe you have no part in. Stop putting yourself to that measuring stick and turning away because you’re not there yet.

You’re looking at the end result. At some point, they were standing in your shoes. They couldn’t see the end. They couldn’t see what they might or might not amount to. They had no idea, just like you now. Just exactly like you.

Hope, my friend. Every time you start to think “I can/will never” do this or that or amount to anything or accomplish anything… Hope. Stop those thoughts immediately. Kill them. Bury them. Never stop burying them. They are lies and you are better than them.

Drive them out. Open your eyes. Look around. Pick yourself up. Brush away the tears. “I will try. My God doesn’t make worthless things, so I am not worthless. My God does not create without meaning, so I have meaning. I am here for a reason. Today I will live to find out what that reason is for today. And tomorrow I will hope again.”

Life is hard, my friend. Stop beating yourself up. You are worth more and capable of more than you can ever imagine or hope or dream. Don’t let your past or present failures stop you or beat you down. Keep going, keep hoping, keep killing the lies. You are bigger than them, you go beyond them. And God is greater, and he knows your heart. Trust him. Wake up. Open your eyes. Move forward. Keep your eyes open.

“You’ve got all that emotion that’s heaving like an ocean
And you’re drowning in a deep, dark well
I can hear it in your voice that if you only had a choice
You would rather be anyone else

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He made your precious heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

I know it’s hard to hear it when that anger in your spirit
Is pointed like an arrow at your chest
When the voices in your mind are anything but kind
And you can’t believe your Father knows best

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He’s shaping your heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Well how does it end when the war that you’re in
Is just you against you against you
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

You can’t expect to be perfect
It’s a fight you’ve gotta forfeit
You belong to me whatever you do
So lay down your weapon, darling
Take a deep breath and believe that I love you

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

STEP IN TIME : musicals with tap numbers are infinitely better so here are a few for your ears

// 1. Forget About the Boy - Thoroughly Modern Millie // 2. I Can Do That - A Chorus Line // 3. Cold Feets - The Drowsy Chaperone // 4. Cinderella, Darling - How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying // 5. Bottom’s Gonna Be On Top - Something Rotten! // 6. Good Morning - Singin’ In The Rain // 7. Morning Person (Live) - Shrek The Musical // 8. King Of New York - Newsies // 9. Turn It Off - The Book Of Mormon // 10. We’re In The Money - 42nd Street // 11. You Won’t Succeed On Broadway - Spamalot // 12. Something Rotten!/Make An Omelette - Something Rotten! // 13. Anything Goes - Anything Goes // 14. I Got Rhythm - Crazy For You // 15. Puttin’ On The Ritz - Young Frankenstein // 16. Step In Time (Live) - Mary Poppins // 17. 42nd Street - 42nd Street // 18. Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life - Spamalot // 19. A Musical - Something Rotten! // 20. Expressing Yourself - Billy Elliot // 21. The Speed Test - Thoroughly Modern Millie //


After the Battle of Hogwarts

Harry Potter

Originally posted by theeskyisthelimit

I sat on the cot taking in the scene that laid out in front of me, Madam Pomfrey and many volunteers making their way to each person healing their wounds, I glanced around looking for my boyfriend but he was nowhere to be seen. I stared at the entrance to the great hall hoping he would walk in any moment, as soon as I saw his messy black hair I jumped up and ran to him, “Harry” I breathed as I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding his head close to me “I was so worried” I whispered into his ear. “I’m fine y/n, I’m so glad you’re okay” he reassured me rubbing my back. “I love you” I told him for the first time, “I love you too” he smiled pulling away staring into my eyes. 

Ron Weasley 

Originally posted by coupleromance

I walked out of the great entrance towards the bridge, I carefully stepped over the crumbled rocks, doing my best not to trip. Madam Pomfrey ordered me to stay off my feet, I had a mild concussion but I couldn’t sit around and wait for Ron to come and get himself looked at. Knowing him he was off with Harry and Hermione but he should be getting his injuries looked at, i spotted the fiery red hair across the bridge with his 2 famous friends “Ron!” I shouted catching his attention, I jogged towards him, I rested my head on his chest, “love, are you okay?” he asked stroking my hair, “you should be inside” I whispered “all of you” I said turning to face Harry and Hermione “y/n, what happened to your head?” he asked grazing his thumb over the band-aid on my forehead “mild concussion” I mumbled, smiling weakly. He shook his head at me “alright, let’s go” he smiled taking my hand as we walked back to the school.

George Weasley 

Originally posted by evanpetersisbaeeee

I sat next to my crying boyfriend as he stared at his other half, tears falling down his face, I knew there was nothing I could say to make him feel better, Fred and George were inseparable, it was unimaginable to have one without the other. But now here we sat, one half of a whole, laying peacefully on the floor, the other half hovering over closely trying to imagine how terrible life could be now that his best friend is gone. I leaned my head on his shoulder, my arm wrapped around him, rubbing his arm “this is a nightmare” he sobbed trying to convince himself this wasn’t real, a tear fell from my eye I was watched the love of my life sit here heartbroken “I’m so sorry George” I whispered. He shook his head, drying his eyes “I shouldn’t have left him, this is all my fault” he cried “George, this isn’t your fault, if you were with him you would have died too” I said, shuttering at the thought. “It would’ve been better that way” he whispered,  my heart felt like it was stuck in my throat, hating myself because he thought that way “George, I love you, I can’t live without you, it’ll be okay” I sniffled, pressing my lips to his shoulder. “I love you too, I just miss him so much” he said dropping his head, the tears starting again, we sat there mourning over Fred and Percy wrapped in each other’s arms, both silently praying it was all a nightmare.

Fred Weasley

Originally posted by lana9sgod

I ran into the Great hall searching every where for the Weasley family until I spotted the group of red heads, I saw the group of them in tears, hovering over something. My heart stopped praying it wasn’t who I thought it was, I spotted George on the ground in tears, I slowly glanced over to see who it was, “Fred” I screamed dropping to the floor, holding my chest, the tears blinded my vision, I took deep breaths but it was like I couldn’t get enough air. It was like an elephant stomped on my chest, I wiped my eyes as I saw Ron standing next to me helping me up, I slowly walked over to his lifeless body, I threw myself onto him hoping I could hug him back to life “Fred, love, please, please wake up” I cried stroking his face. “Y/n, he’s gone” Molly whispered, hugging her husband “no, no he can’t be, Fred please, this is just a joke you’re just pulling a prank, it’s not funny anymore please baby wake up” I cried pushing his hair out of his face. I lay on his chest hugging him until finally I was pulled away by Ron while Arthur pulled George away, I latched onto George crying into him “he loved you so much y/n” George whispered “I didn’t get to tell him I loved him, one last time” I sobbed “he knew” he assured me “I’m so sorry George, he loved you more than anything, overtime we hung out he always had to tell me a story about you and him” I told him. We stood there comforting each other watching as Fred was carried away.

Draco Malfoy

Originally posted by relationshipaims

As I sat in the broken courtyard the scene of Draco walking over to his parents, to the death eaters, to Voldemort replayed in my head. I begged him not to leave, he didn’t have to go to their side, he could’ve stayed, but he was scared, scared of what Voldemort would do to the ones he loved. I don’t know where he went or if it’s safe to write him, if his dad will get mad. “I don’t want to talk Harry” I shouted as I heard footsteps behind me “well Potter may not be of any help but I might be” the familiar voice said. I spun around seeing Draco, his hair fallen into his eyes, dirt all over his black suit and pale face “Draco” I breathed walking towards him, he pulled me into his arms holding me tightly “I thought i would never see you again” I cried, burying my head in his neck “you thought I would ever leave you? and without even saying good bye?” he asked heartbroken. “I thought your father-” I started, “my father is gone, mother kicked him out, then sent me to come find you” he whispered kissing my head “I love you y/n, so so much” he mumbled into my hair “I love you too” I whispered not ever wanting to let go.

Marooned (Dean x Reader)

Originally posted by daisy-hanson-jones

“Dean we’ve been on the road for hours. Can we pull over at a rest stop for just a few minutes?” you asked from the passenger seat.

“Yeah I wouldn’t mind stretching my legs for a bit,” Sam agreed from the back.

“Alright, alright. You bunch of wimps.” A couple of miles down the lightly forested road Dean spotted a rest stop and eased the Impala to the side of the road.

“Thank goodness,” you sighed. You attempted to open the door but it was locked. That’s weird you thought. You didn’t remember locking it earlier. You pulled up on the knob but it wouldn’t budge. “Dean can you try this? It’s stuck.”

“Ah you just don’t have the magic touch,” he smiled. He leaned over and pulled but, again, it refused to move. “What the-?” he mumbled. He attempted again with both his hands but there was no change. “Sam try the back doors.”

Sam and Dean tugged and pushed at the remaining doors and locks but found them all to be immobile. Suddenly the Impala lurched forward before the motor died out. Dean cursed and tried to get it back on but he was met with only a grinding sound. The air suddenly turned cold and your breath began to cloud in front of you.

“Oh no,” you groaned. An entity flickered several times in front of the Impala before a figure of a woman became visible. She had hiking gear on that looked to be from the 80s and several deep wounds covered her neck and chest. She glared at you with sunken eyes from behind dark matted hair. She smiled eerily at you before flickering out and disappearing.

Dean tried to start the engine again while you and Sam struggled to get a door open. After several minutes of vain attempts, you all stopped in defeat.

“Either of you know how to Houdini out of a locked car?” you asked.

“No, but Bobby might. Or he can at least come get us,” Sam replied. He punched in Bobby’s number but was met with an automated voice telling him his call could not be completed as dialed. He looked at the phone screen and saw the infamous red lined circle where the bars should be. “Do either of you have any signal?”

You and Dean checked your phones and were met with the same red circle. Dean grabbed the box of burner phones from the under the seat and found they all had the same error sign. He hung his head in defeat.

“This is all your fault Sam,” he said running a hand over his face.

“My fault? (Y/n) is the one that wanted to stop in the first place!”

“Hey!” you exclaimed.

“I’m not gonna blame (y/n) so that means its your fault,” Dean said. You smiled smugly at Sam. He huffed in response and went back to his phone.

Dean rubbed his hands over his eyes before speaking again.

“Okay, this is simple. We just break a window. Then at least we can get out and plan our next move.” You and Sam both nodded in agreement. “Sorry about this Baby.” He turned his head and slammed his elbow into the window. He repeated the action several times but the window remained intact.

“Try using your feet,” you suggested.

“Yeah everyone knows legs are stronger than arms,” Sam encouraged. Dean slid across the seat and placed his foot against the window. After three kicks the window shattered. You and Sam cheered but it was a premature celebration. Within seconds the splintered glass rose from the street and reassembled. The window was once again in intact. Dean smashed it again after a few kicks but the window fixed itself again. Dean sat back in the driver’s seat and fell against the steering wheel.

“Why did I agree to stop?” he mumbled.

“We’ll think of something,” Sam reassured. “Just give me a minute.” While Dean was moping and Sam thinking, you realized your phone was gone. You looked around and saw it on the floorboard. When you leaned down to get it you saw a tiny signal bar in the corner.

“I’ve got signal!” You exclaimed.

“Quick tell someone where we are!” Dean yelled excitedly. You remained leaning over and clicked on the last name you had messaged and typed out your location as quick as you could in fear that the tiny signal bar of hope would vanish. You hit send and waited. The boys watched you with bated breath as you stared at the circle under the message spin and spin. After a minute of spinning the circle turned into an exclamation point with the message “failure to send”. You sat back in defeat as both the boys cursed in frustration.  

“Great,” Sam huffed.

“Maybe it sent after all,” you said, putting your back against the door so you could see both the brothers. “Sometimes my phone tells me it failed to send a message but actually sent it after all. It happens all the time when I’m in the basement at Bobby’s.”

“With our luck?” Dean asked. You shrugged and laid your head back against the window.

“I guess now all we can do is wait it out. See what happens,” Sam said. You looked out at the setting sun. It was going to be a long night.

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this is my newest original, “Bring Me Peace”. I’ve been trying to write this song since the summer and the words finally came to me yesterday. i hope you enjoy 😊
i don’t wanna live in this world
but i’m too afraid to die
it’s hard to see the bigger picture
when you’re lost inside your mind
every moment i’m awake is spent in what if’s
‘cause i don’t know when my last day is

i’m starting to comprehend
how small my life will be
100 years from now,
the world will move on without me
for such a hollow truth,
my feelings are too deep
only ignorance could bring me peace

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Yes, but what if? (Yoonmin masterpost/prompt)

Okay so a few months ago I read this fanfiction. In a few words IT WAS THE BEST YOONMIN FANFICTION I’VE READ IN THE ENTIRETY OF MY LIFE. It’s based on real events and the only thing I can say is that ever since I read it my brain is convinced that this actually happened between Yoonmin. If you haven’t read it I insist you do.

This fanfic describes how Yoonmin were in love since they met but hadn’t realized it until the period Yoongi had written/recorded First Love. The writer (Hello, by the way, if you are reading this! I hope you don’t mind me promoting your awesome work. I asked for permission in your comments, but if you have a problem just tell me and I’ll take it down.) bless them, talks about how the rest of Bangtan found out Yoongi and Jimin were in love before the two of them did. If I continue I probably won’t stop. So please read it! Especially if you are a Yoonmin stan.

So as I said, my fantasy world is set in a reality where this actually happened. And in this reality, (also in the fanfic, according to the time it’s placed in) Yoongi and Jimin got together on the day Yoongi recorded First Love. So that means that in this picture

they have just begun dating. *Reminder: This is all happening in my brain. I have formed my own reality. Nothing is true* Okay so, because  my brain needed more of this story, I began putting real events into this fantasy world in a way that would seem like the two are actually together. Do you get me? Like, I’d watch/read whatever happened on twitter or in Bangtan Bombs, having in mind that the two of them were actually together. I’m weird I know. I hope I’m not the only one who does this, or else it’d be really awkward. Here are some of these moments.

*Credits to the owners*

I’d watch these and think that when they were filming this, they were actually together. It made my heart flutter every time. Again I hope other shippers do that too.

So, because I needed to convince my self that this fantasy world really existed, I began making audios, writing fics, drawing fanart based on this world. I wanted to make something like Behind The Scenes moments that didn’t actually exist. I hope anyone out there can relate. Yoonmin has taken over my life and it’s the only thing that occupies my mind ever since I read that fanfic.

During this period I’ve come up with the following. It’s more of a prompt for a fanfic. It’s extremely stupid but I can’t help my self.


So Yoonmin supposedly got together some time in August. Suga’s mixtape was released around that time (correct me if I’m wrong), but the songs were written long before. Here’s a fanfic that fits this story line. Then their WINGS comeback was in October. During that time Yoongi and Jimin were still exploring this new territory.

Their first time was some time in early November.  

And the talk was in early December. I’m shit at writing fanfics but I’ll try my best to explain what was said during the talk. It went a little like this:

Yoongi and Jimin were lying on the couch in their dorm living room at night chatting about different things (because in reality that’s what Yoonmin loves to do with each other)

when Yoongi said.(for a second time that night)

“I can’t imagine my life without you” or “I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with you.”

Jimin sat in silence for a while, scrunching up his nose (in that cute way he does) in confusion.

“Hyung, are you proposing?” he asked looking up at Yoongi. Yoongi was confused by the question but then said something like:

“I know we can’t get married in Korea, but if we could would, you marry me?” or like “I know it’s impossible because no1 we are idols no2 no one knows about us(*supposedly they hadn’t ‘come out’ to the rest of BTS, despite the fact that BTS knew they’d end up together before them*) and no3 we live in a country where marriage between men is not allowed, but lets say non of these were in the way. Would you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

And then Jimin kissed him softly and ran his fingers through Yoongi’s black hair.

“Of course I’d marry you, Yoongi. I love you way too much. And even if we can’t get married, I’d still want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter what.” And they kissed again.

They exchanged gentle kisses for a couple of minutes until Jimin pulled back and said.

“Yoongi? I think we can.”

“What?” Yoongi asked, a little light-headed from Jimin’s kisses.

“I think we can get married. I have an idea.” Jimin said.

So Jimin explained his idea, that being them going to the United States for their Wings Tour and getting married there. They’d do it in private, just the two of them and a witness *they later decided on RM, because no1 he was the leader and deserved to know, no2 he wouldn’t judge them(none of the boys would but those were Jimin’s insecurities talking) and no3 he could speak english so they would be able to communicate with the people there*. They’d do it on their second day in New Ark, NJ, in the morning before they started getting ready for the concert. When I tell you I did research for this I’m not kidding. I literally looked up ‘how can gay couples get married in Newark?’. I don’t even know what I’m doing with my life anymore.

“No one has to know. We won’t cause a scandal, because no one will find out. We’ll tell management that we went out to get coffee or whatever. We’ll just go and sign the papers. And in the future, if marriage gets legal back at home and we can be who we really are without fear, we can actually have a ceremony there.” Jimin said.

Anyways, during the next week they did their own research, filling out marriage license applications, talking with Namjoon (RM told them that they all knew and would all be present that day). Everything was settled before they left for the tour. They had even booked the appointment with the center.

Then I got inspiration and created this, which happened during their stop in NY before heading to Chile. During the rest of the tour they were pretty much occupied with rehearsals and sleep. They got the same room in hotels and, even though they were really tired every night, they always kissed each other good night and whispered a ‘saranghe’ before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

So as I said, this is all in my brain. I know it’s fake and I know that ‘of course Yoongi and Jimin aren’t getting married in real life and you are stupid for thinking it can actually happen.’ That’s what I told my self a week ago and I had almost forgotten about it, when Day 2 of the Newark concert came around and I saw this:

The photo was taken after their concert on their second day in Newark.

Then I noticed the ring on Jimin’s finger.

Jimin’s been wearing this ring for quite a while now, but the fact that it was on his fourth finger and the fact that Yoongi

had the same one on his fourth finger got me going crazy. Of course it’s a coincidence but I can’t help but think of this other reality. I’m mean, yes nothing’s real, but what if?

Anyways I wanted to share this, because

1. I wanted to know if anyone else in this world had the same thoughts (please tell me, I want to know)

2. I am Yoonmin trash and just can’t help it.

3. I hope someone writes a fanfic about this.  I’d do it but I can’t write. And if you do let me know!

4. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore…

Anyways thanks for reading! I hope I didn’t tire you. But then again if I did you wouldn’t be reading this now. ;)

Have a wonderful rest of the day!! And enjoy this married couple.

Credits to the owners of the pictures.

I don’t want anything from the same people who talk behind my back, that’s hypocritical. Don’t try to cozy up to me so you can say how good of a person you are to me. Don’t try to paint yourself as heroic when you can’t help anyone with your ambiguous words. You can’t even allow me to live my own life without some sort of explanation or viable reason for it. You couldn’t be there for me, let alone understand how much it physically hurt when I had to let people go. But it was always about you
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1242
Are you daddy’s lady fwiend? pat. 4


word count: 1,700+

Warnings: Mentions of death, suicide

Hey guys, sorry for the wait. My computer is still being bitchy, i’m using my sister’s right now. I’ll try to update as frequently as possible.

What was he doing here?

I thought he was living in Korea. That’s what he told me when he left.

Had he talked to Calum about me? What if he had?

“You guys know each other?” Calum pulled me closer to him and stood up straighter.

“I told you man, I was her first” Jungkook winked at me and took out a card from his wallet, he put it on the crystal counter on top of me. “Call me” He smirked and turned, leaving without saying another word.

Calum let go of me and grabbed the card, he offered it to me. “Here, have it. We wouldn’t want to keep Joe waiting.” He walked around me and went into the TV room where Kaiden was asleep..

I threw the card in the trash and followed him. “Calum!”

He turned to look at me. “Did you call him yet?” I shook my head.

“I’m not going to call him,”

“No? Why not?” His eyes had gotten significantly darker, no longer the warm chocolate color I had gotten used to.

“Because I don’t want to talk to him. Or about him.”

“Is that why you couldn’t even tell me his name right? Because I vividly remember the night where we talked about this. You said that your first was a sweet guy named Joe. You couldn’t even tell me his name! What else have you lied about?!” He stood in front of me, nose flaring, flushed cheeks and clenched jaw.

“Are you serious? You’re angry because I lied about his name?! Well what about you huh?! All I know about Lenox is her name! I don’t know why she’s not here. For all I know you could have killed her!”  I felt infuriated, but even I knew I had hit a button. Calum looked just about ready to snap at me.

You think I killed her?!” He was breathing heavily, trying hard to control his anger.

“I don’t know Calum! That’s the point! You never bothered to tell me anything about her!”

He chuckled humorlessly. “Turn this around why don’t you!”

“Don’t yell at mommy!” I didn’t even notice Kaiden had woken up and was listening and seeing us fight. I felt guilty, he didn’t have to see us fight, ever. I was going to pick him up but Calum grabbed my arm and pulled me to the tattooing room, locking the door behind us. He pushed me against the wall,, but there was nothing romantic about it. He stood in front of me, keeping me where I was.

Kaiden was knocking on the door. “Open!”

I stared at Calum, afraid of him for the first time.

“Let go of me” He grabbed my wrists and held them above me.

“You think I killed Lenox” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. “You’re right"


I pulled her to me, hugging her from behind, inhaling her scent. ”let’s go home”. She nodded, reaching behind her to caress my hair, I smirked, knowing the party was far from over for us. It wasn’t often that we had a night without our 1 year old.

It had started as a simple welcome back party for my sister in law, she had just come back from England where she finished her career. My mom had Kaiden for the night and we would pick him up tomorrow morning, or later today I should say, since it was 3 AM.

But the party had been filled with past friends, neighbors, acquaintances and evens strangers. Wild above all. I wanted to drink so badly! But I only had one beer, since I was going to drive.

I threw Lenox over my shoulder, her squeals making my smile and made my way to my car. I put her on the passenger seat and buckle up her seat belt.

“You look hot” She giggled and started sucking on my neck as I buckled her in. I bit my lip.

“So do you” I wanted to give in, but we would be way more comfortable in our bed. So I pulled away, she groaned, and I chuckled as I got behind the wheel.

“Let’s have sex here” She undid her seatbelt and attempted to climb over to my seat to straddle me. I smirked but then realized that we could get caught.

“We’re not far from home babe.” I bucked her in again and started driving. She pouted and after about a minute of me driving she undid her seat belt again and tried to undo my pants. I pushed her hand away, not wanting to risk crashing, but she kept insisting.


“What? Don’t you want me to suck you off?”

“Not while I’m driving and we could crash!”

She furrowed her eyebrows and leaned back on her seat. “Fine, if it’s not in the car, then you can forget about me EVER sucking you off again. And if you were thinking about having sex when we get home. FORGET IT. You’re gonna sleep in the guest room alone!”

I was pissed. And as much as I would like to say it wasn’t because of what she said about sex, I couldn’t lie to myself.  So I drove faster, desperate to get home and be away from her, so could cool down.

She was sulking, but her expression turned into a fearful one once she realized how fast I was going.

“Calum slow down!”

I drove past a red light and that’s a truck crashed into us. And then everything went black.


When I woke up. I was on a hospital bed, my mom crying to my right side and a doctor on my left.

“He’s awake!” My mom cried even harder, with a smile on her face.

“L-Lenox” I needed to see my wife. I needed to know she was okay. I tried to sit up but I had various tubes connected to me. “Where’s Lenox?!” I asked the doctor, desperate.

My mom turned away, wiping her eyes.

“I-I’m sorry. She didn’t survive. The truck crushed her and she died instantly.”

He was lying, he had to be. Lenox couldn’t be dead. We had to talk about our fight! We had to make up!

She wasn’t dead. That would mean I would have to take care of Kaiden by myself.


He would have to grow up without his mother.


He wouldn’t have to, because Lenox wasn’t dead.

The doctor was just confused.

He must have mistaken her with another Lenox

Lenox Hood wasn’t dead!

I looked at my mom, she was shaking my shoulders, as if I was in sh-

“Help! Somebody help my son! He’s in shock!!”

“Lenox is alive!” I groaned and ripped out all the cables and tubes and got up, holding on the bed for support. I felt pain everywhere, especially my ribs and neck, but I had to see her.

I walked past the nurses, pushed them out of the way. One of them grabbed me and tried to get me to lay down, but I punched him in the face and walked out of the room, ignoring the pain on my ribcage.

Out of nowhere I felt a slight pinch on my arm and then I passed out.


“Mama”, Kaiden was exhausted  but he wouldn’t fall asleep.

“Just go to sleep please.” I pleaded, but to no avail.

“Mama,” I felt myself tear up, I didn’t want to think about her. We held a funeral for a reason! I shouldn’t have to remember her or feel the ache inside my heart after the funeral!

“Mamaaa!” He started crying, not understanding why Lenox wasn’t here, holding him.

I groaned and out him down on his crib. ”Why can’t you try to forget her?! You keep reminding me of her! STOP!”


I started crying myself, no bothering to try to keep it together anymore.



I held Calum tightly, letting him cry on my shoulder.

“It wasn’t your fault,”

“YES IT WAS! I was speeding! It was me who killed her! I don’t even know how I made it this far. God knows I didn’t want to live”


I was ready.

I had called my mom and pleaded her to come over.

It would take her at least two hours, she was away at a work convention.

Kaiden wouldn’t have to be alone for too long.

She would take care of him. I just couldn’t.

Every time I looked at him, I saw Lenox’s face staring back at me.

I had feed him one last time and put him on his bedroom floor, surrounded by his favorite toys so he didn’t feel alone while my mom arrived. I’m pretty sure he was asleep.

The apartment was clean, all of the keys and remotes were on the kitchen counter, labeled and ready for the next owner.

I made sure the gun was charged and put my finger on the trigger.

I stood up straight, and pointed the gun at my temple.

I was ready.

I would pulled the trigger very slowly, relishing my last moments alive.

I would finally reunite with my Lenox.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

I started to pull the trigger-


I opened my eyes and saw my son staring at me. Confusion written across his face.

I started crying and threw the gun on the bed. I got on my knees and held my son in my arms. He tried to wipe the tears from my face and I smiled.

“I don’t think I can live without her Kaiden. But I’m gonna try for you bud.”


I felt so badly. How did I date this person for 10 months and not know about this? I should’ve pay more attention, asked more questions.

“That was my lowest point. And Kaiden saved me, unconsciously, but he saved me. He’s my life. And He’s already mourned a mother. I don’t want him to cry over another one. I need to know you’re in it for the long run. Or if you want to break up, let’s do it right here, right now. I don’t want Kaiden to get used to having you around only to find that you’ll leave without an explanation someday.”


Hope you guys liked it!

Also, im sorry for taking so long to update.

I’ll give a sneak peak of the next part to the first non-anon person who requests part 5



a random mix of sentence starters from mystery skulls lyrics, in no certain order and from a variety of songs.

❛ It’s alright ‘cause I’m with friends. ❜
❛ Guess I’m giving up again. ❜
❛ It doesn’t matter. ❜
❛ Had me feeling like a ghost and that’s what I hate the most. ❜
❛ This time I might just disappear. ❜
❛ Try and hear me, then I’m done. ❜
❛ Cause I might just say this once. ❜
❛ Seen this play out in my dream. ❜
❛ Tired of giving up the ghost. ❜
❛ Fuck, it’s you I hate the most. ❜
❛ I don’t know shit about you. ❜
❛ You don’t know shit about me. ❜
❛ You want to take it real slow. ❜
❛ Hoping they turn out all true. ❜
❛ Been writing songs about you. ❜
❛ Wonder if they can stop me from what I’m gonna do? ❜
❛ Been hoping for someone like you. ❜
❛ But you don’t know, do you? ❜
❛ Would you do it, could you do it. ❜
❛ And I can’t lie to you. ❜
❛ Cause all I really want is you. ❜
❛ I hear the future is calling me. ❜
❛ You know my love goes on forever and ever. ❜
❛ You got me sinkin’ like a stone. ❜
❛ Feelings I never really know. ❜
❛ And I wanna say it’s not my fault. ❜
❛ I’d be lying. ❜
❛ I can’t see something. ❜
❛ I forget what I was sayin’. ❜
❛ I’m gonna make this so easy for you. ❜
❛ You gotta hear me out. ❜
❛ Cause it’s love you can do without. ❜
❛ So won’t you take me back? ❜
❛ Feels like I’m in this all alone. ❜
❛ Feel your glowin’ for the first time. ❜
❛ Lovin’ for the first time, lovin’ for the first time, baby. ❜
❛ I try to make my baby understand. ❜
❛ Move my hands like they’re in love. ❜
❛ Make you forget about every other man. ❜
❛ Tell you stories with my body love. ❜
❛ Live a life on repeat. ❜
❛ Let me make you believe in something so right. ❜
❛ How’d it happen so real? ❜
❛ Move in closer I did. ❜
❛ Will you do the same for me? ❜
❛ I hope it ain’t the last time, baby. ❜
❛ I know it ain’t the first time. ❜
❛ I’m barely breathing. ❜
❛ I’ve got no reasons. ❜
❛ Give me the meaning behind the way that I feel. ❜
❛ My mind was racing, my heart was beating. ❜
❛ I felt beside myself just racing back and forth. ❜
❛ I’m feeling crazy. ❜
❛ She/he looks so amazing. ❜
❛ Im trying hard to not give in.   ❜
❛ You got me ready to go. ❜
❛ Maybe we should give in. ❜
❛ It’s not like we’re going to regret it. ❜

The One That Got Away [Chapter 12]

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Chapter 12 of The One That Got Away

Series Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut

“I’m… I’m listening,” you whimpered, holding back the tears that stung your eyes.

You blinked, letting them trail off your lashes and onto your cheeks.

He brushed them all away with his thumb. His touch was so delicate, so loving. It amazed you how actions so small could fill you to the brim with such raw emotion.

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Ficlet: Needy

Phil knew the signs by now.

The tight line of Dan’s mouth and the tension in his jaw spoke volumes to someone who knew him as well as Phil did. Something was bothering him. Maybe he’d gotten a call from his dad. Maybe he’d read some political article linked on Facebook. But no matter what it was, after this many years, Phil also knew him well enough to be certain that if he asked what was wrong at this stage, Dan would dismiss it with an obviously false, “Nothing.”

“Cuddle?” Phil asked in a wheedling tone.

Dan sighed heavily, as if Phil was asking for some humongous favor, but obligingly set his laptop on the coffee table and let Phil enfold him into his arms, let Phil pull him down until they were spooning, let Phil swing a leg over his, let himself be wrapped in lanky limbs until he was surrounded by Phil’s warmth on the sofa, Phil’s soft breath teasing the hair on the back of his head.

They lay there quietly for a long minute, then Phil started humming Interrupted by Fireworks. Dan let him go on for a bit before interrupting to laugh, “You know that’s barely recognizable, you’re so out of tune.” Phil giggled, unoffended.

They lay in silence again for a while before Phil said, “Remember Dewey the koala?”

The tension in Dan’s body abated a bit as he let out an “Awwww” just remembering. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever smelled!”

“Me too!”

A minute passed.

“And remember when I single-handedly saved the entire panda race with my one powerful wish in Japan?”

Dan was very, very, excruciatingly slowly relaxing within Phil’s embrace. Like a glacier of tension melting over the course of centuries. “I know what you’re doing,” he groused quietly.

Phil gave him a whole-body squeeze and asked, “Is it working?”

“Maybe,” Dan admitted sulkily.

Phil kissed the back of his head, then waited an appropriate amount of time before asking, “Remember when you walked all over Hong Kong trying to catch a Farfetch’d? After I caught one in the hotel room?”

Dan growled and swatted at Phil’s arm playfully. “You know, I may actually play Pokémon Go one last time when we’re there again in April, just to catch that damn thing. I don’t think I can live with the ignominy of that particular defeat for the rest of my life.”

His body was now soft and pliant in Phil’s grasp, and they lay together for a long time without talking. Phil knew that if it was important, Dan would talk to him about whatever was bothering him when he was ready. And if it wasn’t important, then an aggressive cuddle might just banish it entirely.

Knowing and loving someone this well was a gift, and he never took it for granted. He kissed the back of Dan’s head again, very softly and gently, and just held him close.

Same Patterns {Part 2}

Part 1

Summary: You and your broken heart now live separated from the Avengers. It hurts, and they all try the same thing to make you come back - but when will it work?

Wowee. So I know it’s been a while, but I’ve had a lot of things in my life to priorotise and organise - I’ve started uni!!!!! which you can imagine has been hectic - and I think I’m finally able to sit down and continue this. So without further adu.

Words: 586

Notes: Father figure!Tony - I don’t really think that’s a warning. I mean, who doesn’t love an overly protective Tony.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called from your living room as you entered the apartment.

“Hey Tony.” You greeted him. “What’s up?”

“I know I helped you move out but, you’d think you would show this old man your face every now and then, right?” he whined.

“Why would I, you seem to show up here before I get the chance.” You joked.

“How’s the new assignment going. I can’t believe you moved out of the Avenger program. You know I could have kicked him out for you. You shouldn’t have left.” He complained.

“I needed a break,” you sighed, “Everything just reminded me of everything. The lounge,” where you caught them, “my room,” where you threw every photo of him at the wall, “the training room…”

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