Always Come Back Home (TonyxReader)More Like This
"Are you leaving now?" You asked quietly as you sat on the edge of your bed.
"Yeah. I'll be back later, just going to hang out with Clint and Rhodey, maybe Steve too." He said absentmindedly as he walked around the room, fixing his clothes and hair and whatnot.
You watched as he moved about, your heart breaking. It'd been this way for a long time now. He'd go out every night, get drunk, sleep with a woman or two, then come home.
He always came back home.
It broke you in two that you couldn't make him happy anymore. There was no doubt in your mind he took off his wedding ring the second he stepped foot in the car. You also knew that he put it on the second he left the house of the last woman he slept with that night.
You were always awake when he came back, you just pretended you were asleep. He'd shower, then slide into bed behind you, wrapping his arms carefully around you as if you'd break, and then kiss the back of your neck, murmuring, "I love you."
He'd fall asleep instantly and y
Trevor Phillips, the Hipster.Michael: You know, I’ve been thinking about you Trevor. Your lifestyle.More Like This
Trevor: Oh, have you? Really?
Michael: Yes, I have. People always try to label you. You know, maniac, psycho….
Trevor: Friend….Industry leader…
Michael: In some ways you can defy categorization. But then….
Michael: Think about it. Where you live…
Trevor: Sandy Shores, you precious ass. I’m sorry there ain’t a place nearby for you to get your colonics.
Michael: Right. But why are you out here?
Trevor: It’s off the grid. We’re away from it all. It’s somewhere real and authentic. This is America, and real people ain’t been priced out yet.
Michael: Yeah, well what if it gets gentrified?
Trevor: Then I’ll fucking move.
Michael: Okay, what about the way you dress?
Trevor: What about it? I don’t give a shit what I wear.
Michael: No, no no. If you don’t give a shit, you wear clean clothes that fit. See, yours are al
the destiny of fate and timesoul to soul;More Like This
red ribbon of fate
why couldn't you have thrown her
in the irish wind
instead of so late --
heart to heart;
silver string of time
why wouldn't you bring them together
when they called out
looking for their soulmates
and the one they could call 'mine' --
eye to eye;
golden weave of destiny
why would you wait so long
to have them now
be loved by the other when
they have known, for so long, with such clarity -