Steve Rogers meets his soulmate in the cabin of a ship straight out the future after being defrosted from the ice that he has slept in for the past fifty years. If that alone didn’t tell him that he and Tony Stark are fated, the warm, complete feeling that rises in his chest when they first touch sure did.
“i guess there’s no point trying to keep it a secret from you,” Tony laughs nervously. His eyes, the blue now rimmed with gold, stare at the same ring surrounding Steve’s irises with fascination and no small bit of apprehension. “I never believed that I would-”
“Me neither,” Steve replies breathlessly. He can’t stop smiling, can’t stop catching himself of an endless loop of soulmate, I have a soulmate. Even more, his soulmate is beautiful, and brilliant, and courageous. He wants to touch Tony, even though Tony doesn’t seem to like it much, when he stops, frowning, a pain he isn’t used to weighing him down. “Why does your chest hurt?”
The smile slides off Tony’s face and all the sudden he looks miserable. “Oh.” With shaking hands he reaches up and unbuttons his shirt, revealing a mass of metal that looks welded onto his chest. “I was injured. This keeps me alive. I’m…I didn’t even think, I’m so sorry.”
“Hey,” Steve hushes him, and ever so carefully puts his hands on Tony’s shoulders. The tension bleeds out of Tony, the look in his eyes full of relief held at the ready for Steve’s next words. “It’s not your fault. You survived, you should be proud. And I can handle a little pain. We can share it.” Tony’s smile is fragile and gorgeous. Steve can’t believe how lucky he is. “We’re in this together now.”
Soooo I have never written ANYTHING before… but here is a preview of what might be a sleepover Fic based of my Trixya highschool au 🙊 I don’t know if it’s worth shit, but if anyone’s interested at all…I might continue it. I am super duper nervous about this 🙈
“Are you gonna go to Pearls sleepover thing?”
Katyas thick accent rung in Trixies ears as she squeezed her pillow tight.
She wanted to go, she really did. But all the girls wearing lingerie and nightgowns, she’d be wearing a t-shirt or some hideous pjs from years ago…
She heard her phone vibrate, a text from Katya.
“Hey, you seemed kind of down today, wanna talk?” - K
“Nah it’s fine, I’m just not sure what I’m gonna wear to Pearls party…I don’t really have anything” - T
“Haha me neither! I haven’t done laundry in months! I have a pair of boxers with hearts on them, ya or nah?” -K
Katya sent a picture of her in the boxer shorts, they where white with hearts on them. Trixie felt her cheeks getting hot.
“They are really cute, you’ll look
great” - T
If Katya could look that cute in a pair of mans boxers, maybe Trixie could find something to wear…but Katya looked good in anything really.
Trixie felt her phone vibrating again after a few minutes, a heart followed by a picture. It was a frilly pink nightgown with some bows and ribbons lying on Katyas bed, looking misplaced on her brown and green bed sheets.
“I thought you might like it, I found it a couple of weeks ago at a thriftstore, I have washed it of course. I think you’d look really cute in it” - K
“ really?! It’s really cute! You are really sweet! Thank you! Do you think I could pull off something like that tho?” - T
“Bae, you are gonna blind them all with your beauty” - K
Trixya felt her stomach filling up with butterflies flailing around, suddenly she couldn’t wait for the party.
Goodie. Uh. That’s a good bail on film though. But you wanna know what happened is this damn ass rock. Don’t you just hate when that happens? Look, look, look. You got turn off your board. See the skid mark you made with the rock? And then here’s the damn-ass fucking gay damn-ass rock. You wanna keep it and pee on it?
No! I wanna – I wanna live.
You… can live. But do you wanna keep the rock and pee on it? *drops it* Oh wait, oh. Oh… oh. *finds it* It’s right here. Okay. Do you wanna do something gay to the rock like pee on it? Because that rock is… effing… ruined your line. But I got effing good bail on it, huh?
Why would that…why would nature do that to me
So, Damon huh. Considering he helped you plan for and then escape from prison, only to be literally left behind by your ungrateful ass, you think maybe you owe him?
You wanna talk shit about me being ungrateful, huh? Damon was my fuckin’ homie and shit, but you ain’t see him banging no fucking prison guard bitch to get us the fuck outta there. That was all me. Didn’t fucking enjoy it, neither.
Sure, Damon probably weren’t the one I shoulda left in Oklahoma, but he’s a big boy. Motherfucker’s stolen more fucking cars than I’ve had dicks up my ass. He was gonna be just fine.
Apparently Milah deserved to die for abandoning her child yet Brennan Jones didn’t.
Don’t get me wrong, neither one of them deserve to die, but at least Milah left her child in the custody of (who she thought to be) a capable guardian while Brennan literally sold his two kids into slavery. How is he better than Milah?
Basically, if you’re a woman who abandons your child, you deserve murder. If you’re a man, you deserve a “Don’t do that again.”
*Me putting up my Carmilla posters*
*My sister walks in*
My Sister: “Those posters aren’t straight.”
Me: “WELL NEITHER AM I.”
Me: “DON’T YOU DARE GIVE ME THAT LAFON-SASS.”
*My sister walks out, shaking her head in disappointment*