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[justalonelyslytherin]

Happy Birthday to you and me

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Two people born on the same day at the exact same time were soulmates. Most people met their soulmates already in their early years. Some of them met them later. Then there were the people - only really a handful of them - that never met their soulmates. And then there was Steve.

If it weren’t for this, Steve still wouldn’t have been fond of his birthday. He didn’t like the grand parties celebrating him when in truth it was just a pretense. To his surprise, for this year Tony agreed to a small and laid back gathering with just the team.

It is then that fate turns kind and changes his life forever.

Warnings: Soulmate au, fluff, some angst but with a happy ending, hurt/comfort too I guess, Reader is intended to be European/written to be born in Europe

Wordcount: 6.2K

A/N: This is entirely self-indulgent. The idea arose when I realized that Steve and I nearly share a birthday. I was so close to having been born on the 4th of July xD So as both a (late) birthday gift for Steve and an early one for me I post this (at 00:00 between the 4th and 5th). Enjoy~

PS: Tony somehow ended up a huge jerk in this, sorry Tony.

PSS: This beautiful divider was made by the lovely @firefly-graphics, thank you for them!

A soulmate, people said, was the person meant to be your other half, the one perfectly cut out for you. 

Now if you asked most people about the definition of what a soulmate was they would answer ‘The person you share your exact birthday with’ because that was how it was. 

Two people born on the same day at the exact same time were soulmates. Mind you they didn’t have to share the same birth year. That in fact was a very rare thing. 

And yet people started obsessing over it the moment their child was born. There were entire web portals collecting people's date and time of birth and even the hospitals themselves offered a matching service to see if a child’s soulmate had been born in the same hospital.

Most people met their soulmate already in their early years. A large percent of them met in kindergarten or primary school. Oftentimes parents already knew their children's soulmates, had they already found them through said matching services or just the local playgroups. For although sharing the same birth year was a rare occurrence, it wasn’t so rare for soulmates to only be a couple of years apart.

Of course with a large percentage there followed a smaller percentage that didn’t have this luxury. There were the people who only discovered their soulmate in college or even later, once they had moved across the country or even somewhere else behind national borders. 

And then there were the people - only really a handful of them - that never met their soulmates. 

Some of them didn’t want to meet them, some of them had already lost them, some of them desperately searched for them and yet would never find them. 

And then there was Steve. Born 1918, experiencing the second world war, being frozen in the arctic for nearly 70 years. He hadn’t found his soulmate then and nor had he found them now. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, that he didn’t long to know if they were out there and what it would be to have finally found them. It just didn’t happen. Life or fate didn’t seem to want to grant him this experience. So at some point, he had stopped searching.

Still, there was a little portion of him left, deep down and hidden, that still had hope. That little part of himself that felt that there was still time, still a way, a chance for him to find them. He just had to be patient enough and it would happen. 

But that didn’t make it easier for him. With each passing year that part got smaller, quieter, as it was replaced with dread. 

Dread that it took so long, dread that the hope was pointless. Dread for another year, for another birthday to come and go by without having found the one.

In his childhood, they had never had enough money to celebrate it big. His mother would save some of the sparse money she earned and buy him a small treat, later on a new pencil or sketchbook. Bucky would give him some treats he had sneaked from somewhere, possibly, definitely stolen, and they would eat them while sitting on the stairs to their apartments.

After waking up from the ice he had found out that his birthday was now celebrated heavily. Besides it being a national holiday it seemed the people needed another excuse to celebrate. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like being in the spotlight, he didn’t like the attention he got that was never truly directed at him but always at the persona he had taken on.

Not many people understood his distaste for the day. Tony the least of all. Tony Stark loved to celebrate and nothing stopped him from throwing a good party if he wanted to. Steve knew it best for he had begged and pleaded with the billionaire year after year to have something small, not one of the usual exorbitant parties. He never succeeded, opting to make a quick appearance and then withdraw to the comforts of his room.

This year however Tony had finally listened. Steve wasn’t sure what had ridden Tony to agree with his wish of something small and relaxed, with only the team present. Nonetheless Tony had agreed and Steve had never been more thankful.

Tony Stark and Steve Rogers had very different views on many things. The scale and definition of ‘something small and relaxed’ was one of them apparently. Still, Steve supposed, it could have been worse. 

What he had imagined was a nice order-in dinner with all the team in the living room of the Tower. Not a luxurious high-end restaurant that - mind you - Tony had booked entirely for them. Even with them being the only guests he had also requested a private room in the back, shielded from the prying and spying eyes of paparazzi and other curious people.

The entire team was there, well, almost the entire team. One person was still missing.

Y/N looked out of the taxi’s window as the colorful scenery of the New York City skyline drove by. It was late evening, the sky dark yet the city was as bright as ever. The fireworks had already died down again. Halting, the taxi arrived at its destination. With a quick thank you, she handed the driver a wad of cash and left the vehicle.

She was sure to be the last one to arrive, seeing as she had just come back from a mission while the rest of them had had the day - or the last days - off. Slipping through the immaculate and tinted glass doors into the restaurant a pair of waiters greeted her to lead her to the backroom. She could already hear the buzz of voices that belonged to her fellow team members.

They were all in different states of busy, deeply absorbed in their conversations. Except for one person. The birthday boy stood with a glass of what looked to be whiskey in his hands and stared into space.

Luckily for her this space of nothingness he stared at, lay in her direction, and as she approached he saw. A small smile spread on his face as he watched her come closer.

“We were just waiting for you. F.R.I.D.A.Y. gave a heads up about your return,” he told her as he leaned in for a hug.

“Hello to you too Steve,” she jested with a smile, reciprocating the hug and holding it for a moment longer than what was needed or may be appropriate. For Steve the hug still felt too short.

“Happy Birthday. Another year to pass by in a blink of a moment huh?”, she murmured in his ear, knowing well that he wasn’t a big fan of the concept. He had told her so once in the middle of the night, at the back of a quinjet on their way home from a mission.

“Thank you,” he mumbled quietly, politely. Looking down he studied her. There was a faint bruise forming on her cheek and collarbone which made him furrow his brows.

“Did the mission go well?”, he wanted to know. He needed to know. If she was alright. While he would have been disappointed for her to miss this evening he didn’t want for her to be here if she was in better hands resting at the Tower.

Nodding she set to reply but got cut off by the rest of the team finally noticing her arrival. More hugs and greetings were traded with the rest of them. Tony was the last to greet her before he ushered them all to the laid table waiting for them. They all shuffled to the table to take their seats when a waitress approached her and asked for her preferred drink. Halting in her movement she thought for a moment before telling the waitress. 

Steve stood by her, ever the gentleman he didn’t want to leave her alone. Instead, he led her to the table and mumbled into her ear.

“Sit with me?” 

She looked over to him and nodded, smiling softly at him. 

“Sure. Want me to tell you about the mission?”, she asked. Steve now smiled at her too.

“Please,” he agreed. 

Exchanging one more smile the two headed for the table to join their team members. Everyone was already seated, except for them. Steve pulled one of the two chairs back and motioned for her to sit down. Only after she had sat down he pulled his own chair back and sat down.

Y/N’s drink arrived just a moment before more waiters entered the room to serve the appetizer.

“Tony chose the dishes?” Y/N had leaned over to Steve, eyeing the fancy concoction on the dark, square plate. She took a sip of her drink, the bubbles prickling her lips and making her grimace.

“What gave it away?” Steve joked before he studied her once more, now noticing the small cut on her lip and the droplets of blood at the corner of her mouth.

“How was the mission? Did you get hurt?” He had to know now. The suspense - the concern - was killing him.

“It was fine. Could have gone smoother for sure. It seems someone had been tipped off, informed of our arrival. Thus I was met with more hostiles than anticipated,” she picked up her fork and poked at the funny-looking dish. Picking up a small piece of it she carefully tasted it. It tasted fine she concluded before she continued to tell Steve, “I was able to hold my own, they got me once or twice. But I don’t think I have to mention that as you are perceptive enough to have already noticed.” 

Steve nodded. Of course, he had. Even if the bruising was subtle as it was still forming. How could he have not?

“Just the bruises?”, he asked instead, eyeing her closely.

“Yes, just these. I already applied some of Dr. Cho’s cream to help reduce the bruising.”

His eyes still focused on the bruises, not entirely pleased they were forming at all. Yet he knew best that this was the price to pay in their field of work and sadly it was inevitable to end up with some sort of injury. 

“Believe me. I gave them much more back,” she told him with a mischievous smile. “Knocked one out in an instant with the kick technique you taught me.”

Surprise made his eyes grow larger before he broke out in a proud smile. Looking down at her he wished to have been able to witness it.

“Well done.”

Conversation flowed freely between them for the remainder of the appetizer. The following courses were much the same, even if at some point they had to share their attention and conversation with the others.

Dinner went by fast and soon the last plate got cleared up. It was then that Y/N noticed Steve’s mood had changed. He seemed tense, his shoulders squared and the blue shirt straining over his broad back. The grip around his glass was choking.

“Are you alright?” she asked him, concern lacing her voice. Something was going on in that head of his but she couldn’t tell what it was. 

Steve snapped out of it, his stern focus shifting from the spot in front of him to the woman at his side. His face relaxed, no longer frowning but now softening as he looked into her eyes.

“Yeah, it’s just…I have a feeling Tony gave in too easily at my request.” he contemplated for a moment, putting the fork on the table, before he leaned in and whispered into her ear, “I have a bad feeling there is going to be an unwanted surprise.”

Discreetly looking over at him, she studied Tony who was deep in a conversation with Bruce. He had been surprisingly calm and laid back the entire evening. No teasing, no snarky remarks which in turn was very unlikely for Tony. 

“Maybe Pepper talked some sense into him. You know how much of an influence she has over his decisions and actions.” Tony’s soulmate was a godsend gift when it came to reigning Tony in. She was good friends with all of them, so why not could it have been her doing?

“I’m sure nothing will happen. Dinner is almost over, we are only missing dessert aren’t we?” But Steve didn’t seem to be convinced.

“Okay, let’s make a bet,” she tried to take his mind off of it, to make him relax.

“A bet?”, he asked her.

“Yes, a bet. I bet you nothing will happen. It’s almost midnight anyways. The day is almost over.”

“And what if you lose?”, he smirked at her.

“Then I’ll buy you a whole apple pie from that one bakery you like so much. Just for you.” 

She knew how much of a sweet tooth he had for that particular baked good. He also claimed that this little bakery on the other side of town made the best pies known to mankind. Only that the drive there always took so long and they often didn’t have the time in between training and missions to go.

“Alright,” he agreed, how could he not if her offer was so tempting, “and I bet you against it. That something will happen.” She smiled and nodded, offering her hand for a shake to seal the deal.

“So what will I get when you lose?” 

Steve thought about it for a moment, looking around the room as he racked his mind for a good idea. His eyes landed on the small clock. It was nearing midnight and the look at the clock had made him nervous again. Y/N noticed it too.

“Steve,” she mumbled softly, putting her hand on his upper arm to reassure him “nothing will happen.” 

Both of them watched the clock's needle jut forward. Once, twice until finally, it landed at midnight. The day was over.

“See, nothing happened,” she told him softly, smiling. 

But she spoke too soon, for something did happen. Instead of plates with dessert two waiters brought in a big cake, with lit candles placed on top of it. They brought the cake and placed it in front of Steve, forcing him and Y/N to lean away from each other.

Tony had stood up and clapped. He started to talk after the two waiters had left again.

“Even though Cap asked for a laid back day without much celebration I felt this was due. Of course, I didn’t want to go against his wishes to not do anything on his birthday. Which is why, now two minutes after midnight on the 5th of July we want to celebrate our dear friend once more.”

“Tony.” Steve started but cut off again.

“I know I know, you didn’t want to be celebrated in a big way. Which is exactly why I did this. It is just a cake Capsicle. I promise. And if you still don’t want to celebrate, you can pretend we are celebrating you only secondarily.”

“What are you talking about?” The team looked confused. Any other birthday was weeks if not months away.

“You see, there is another birthday person here tonight…One who has kept her birthday a secret from us. Isn’t that right Y/N?”

All eyes turned to the woman that had gotten very quiet and reserved since the cake had come out. She hadn’t glanced away from the table. Only now her face slowly lifted. Blanky she looked at Tony, not saying anything.

“What the hell are you playing at?” Steve’s voice was tense and snappy.

“Y/N over here never wanted to share her birthday with me. Then one evening when we already looked a bit too deep into some glasses she mocked me. She challenged me to go find out if it so desperately wanted to know. Which is exactly what I did.” Tony revealed with a grand gesture as if this was the most normal thing in life.

“And that’s a reason for you to reveal it to everyone? No matter if she wanted us to know or not?”

“Steve.” Softly she cut him off before he went on a tirade. Her hand landed on his biceps, which made him halt and look at her. “It’s okay. I challenged him.” 

In truth, she hadn’t kept it a secret from then on purpose. Her birthday had never been a big thing for her, besides her aging a year there wasn’t anything sentimental connected to the date. And she didn’t really like celebrating her birthday. For most of her life the date had been used as a threat against her, a tool to manipulate her. It still left a bitter taste just thinking about it.

“Why don’t you two lovebirds blow out your candles together?” Tony suggested with a clap of his hands. Y/N shot him a dirty look for this comment which bothered him little, even going so far as to wink back at her.

“What? You two always act like two lovesick teens.”

“Tony.” Now it was Y/N whose voice was warning, daring him to continue to mock them. She didn’t like it. He was venturing out onto thin ice the more he mocked.

“If I didn’t know better I’d say you two were soulmates. Born on the 4th of July at 18:14 and the 5th of July at 00:14. So close.” Yeah, so close and yet so far off. It felt accusing and the way it was even written on the cake in icing seemed to bore into her soul. A taunt, so painful.

“Tony that’s enough now!” It was Natasha that spoke up, calling an end to the mockings. It seemed incredibly rude and senseless to joke about such a matter.

Wanting to make a brave face in an otherwise very uncomfortable situation, Y/N put on a smile. She turned to Steve, whose expression was sour. He kept shooting daggers at Tony. Until he noticed her looking at him. Then his sole attention was on her, his face softening, questioning her wordlessly.

“Blow the candles out with me?”, she asked him softly. Steve didn’t like it one bit what Tony had sprung on them but when she looked at him like that, he couldn’t say no. There was an innocence to her, a softness as she looked at him like he could give her the world. All his resolve crumbled. Swallowing all his words, he simply nodded.

“Alright. Don’t forget to wish for something.” Y/N said in agreement and turned to the cake. But Steve had only eyes for her. He knew what he wanted to wish, there was only one possible thing he could wish for. 

The candles were nearly burned down and threatened to spill their wax onto the frosting. Still, she hesitated for a moment and watched the fire sway from side to side. The light reflected in their eyes, making them glow as she glanced over at Steve one last time. He gave her a little thumbs up under the table where only she could see it.

“On three.”, she concluded and mumbled the first number, “One.”

“Two.” Steve whispered softly.

“Three.” They said in unison.

Leaning forward they both took a big gulp of air and blew. The fire of the candles swayed in the air and went out, leaving behind only the faint billows of smoke. They stared at the cake, lost in thought until the clapping of the others brought them back.

Slowly starting to clap herself, she didn’t seem to notice much going on around them. Steve sensed something was off. He could feel the discomfort radiating from her. Ever since Tony had brought in the cake she had gone quiet, reclusive even.

Someone got up and grabbed a knife to cut the cake. It shouldn’t go to waste even if Tony’s well meant gesture had been anything but well. Steve hardly noticed the person stepping between them, he kept looking at Y/N.

Yet she didn’t look at him. Y/N didn’t look at anyone. Her view was directed at the white table cloth in front of her and nothing else. Even as Steve reached over to her and softly tugged at her arm.

Then the cake was served. Everyone got a piece. It brought her back, at least a bit. She pocked at the sweet confection more than she ate it. One or two bites that’s it. Steve hadn’t even touched his piece yet, too focused on the woman taking over his every thought.

The scraping of the chair was what alarmed everyone. Several heads turned around. Trying to lighten the mood again they had restarted their conversations. Everyone except for Steve and her. 

Y/N had scooted back and now was slowly rising from the chair.

“I think I’m going to head back to the tower. I feel very tired and sore from the mission.” 

If everyone thought that was an excuse and if they pitied her for what had happened, no one said anything. They nodded sympathetically and wished her a good night, to see her in the morning again. 

Everyone but Steve. He was rooted to his seat. Only as she neared the exit of the room did he jump up and follow after her.

“Y/N wait!” he called and softly grasped her wrist, his thumb instantly starting to draw small and comforting circles over her skin. Again she didn’t look at him.

“Look at me,” he begged, “please.”

Slowly she turned around and looked up at him through her eyelashes. He could sense her discomfort. But it couldn’t be him that was causing it, could it be? All he wanted was to make sure she was alright.

“Are you alright?” God, how many times had he asked her this already?

“I am,” she told him yet he didn’t believe her. She wasn’t sure she believed it either. Yet she brought herself to smile at him. It was a weak and unconvincing one. 

“Please just let me go, Steve. I am really tired. I’ve started to get a headache too. I just want to rest.”

“Let me accompany you back to the tower.” She shook her head.

“No, it’s okay. Really. It’s your celebration. You barely spoke with anyone else this evening. Go talk to Bucky and Natasha. Enjoy the rest of your birthday dinner.”

How could he enjoy it if she wasn’t there? He wanted to tell her that but couldn’t. She tucked at her wrist and he let go defeated. And then he watched her go with a sense of dread and disappointment. He couldn’t help but feel empty as he watched the doors fall shut behind her retreating form.

Something hit him in the head.

“Stop daydreaming Punk.” It was Bucky’s voice coming from the side that made Steve’s head turn. He was in the gym with Bucky, Sam, and Natasha. To train. He must have zoned out. 

“Let him be.” Sam this time. 

Bucky shot him a dirty look, one that was followed by the bickering of the two. Natasha rolled her eyes and leaned back on her hands. When had she sat down? The last thing Steve remembered was how he and Bucky had started sparring while waiting for the others to arrive. 

The others. Right. That’s what had thrown him off. Y/N was supposed to join them for their regular training session. Yet she was nowhere to be found. Just like the last days. She was avoiding him and he didn’t know why. Ever since the birthday party she did her damn best to stay out of his way.

“You really are upset about this huh?” Puzzled, he looked at the redhead, and she shot him a sympathetic smile. “I haven’t seen you so off-kilter before.” At her words, Bucky and Sam stopped their bickering and too looked at Steve.

What did she want him to say? Frustrated he scoffed before he dropped onto the floor, feet planted on it and knees bent. His jaw ticked with frustration as he ground his teeth. Yes, he was upset! And frustrated. He didn’t understand what went wrong and how he was the one that she avoided. It had been Tony who had overstepped and made both of them look like fools. 

Why did this affect him so much in the first place, some might ask. Well, because he cared about her. A lot in all honesty. He cared for her like he cared for no other. There was their bond as colleagues and team members, there was them being friends and then there was something more. Love. 

Slowly and over time he had developed feelings for her. Even though she wasn’t his soulmate. He who had been so hung up on finding the one, who had still some hope left to find the one destined to be his. She had made him forget the disappointment, his inability to find the one. She had made him feel true happiness and if she hadn’t also made him blush on more than one occasion he would be lying. Oh, how he had wished to kiss her in some of these moments. He had wished for them to have a chance in a world where your ideal partner was destined for you. The same world in which they got along so well, yet weren’t each other's soulmate.

Sighing defeated he let his head hang. He didn’t have to say it out loud for his friends to understand the predicament he was in. But the unspoken words weighed heavily on him. They were pulling him down and drowning him alive.

“I don’t know what happened,” he admitted. He ran his hands through his hair, pulling on the tufts until it hurt. “That cake was inappropriate but it’s not like I asked Tony to do it. Even less for him to reveal her birthday like that. I tried to stop the whole thing.” He huffed and shook his head. “She insisted on blowing out the candles,” he further mumbled and furrowed his brows.

All three of his closest friends looked at him. He had momentarily lost his train of thought, too caught up in ranting about the events of that night. What had gone wrong? It was a simple question, yet its answer stayed concealed.

“Is it so upsetting for her that we nearly could have been soulmates? Did the mention make her uncomfortable? Did it disgust her so much she can’t even be in the same room with me anymore?” Steve scoffed. 

He felt deeply hurt. There was so much sadness and anger swirling in him, clawing and ripping at his heart. All the sensations made it hard for him to breathe. 

“I don’t think that’s what’s going on with her, Steve,” Sam said. Raising one eyebrow Steve looked at him, urging him to continue.

“I think it’s the exact opposite.” He revealed, “She is upset you aren’t soulmates and by such a close miss too.”

“Tony wasn’t even right with her time of birth.” All eyes turned to Natasha. It had gotten so silent in the gym that they could have heard a pin drop.

“What do you mean?” Steve demanded to know. Was she saying that the date had been wrong? Could that mean there was a chance…? His head was spinning now.

“There are different time zones all over the world. You were born at 18:14 local NY time but she wasn’t. I don’t think Tony accounted for that.” All three men looked at her puzzled. She rolled her eyes and elaborated,

“She was born in Europe, which you should all know. There is at least a 6-hour difference between the two places.”

“So while it’s still  evening in New York, in Europe it would already be early morning of the next day?” Bucky questioned.

“Exactly.”

“Hold up,” Sam raised both hands. “So 18:04 on July 4th plus six hours is July 5th…”

“00:04.”

“Holy shit.”

He felt the blood rush to his ears, tuning out any other noise around him. That couldn’t be. It was too good to be true. He felt nauseous. Both from the shock and the excitement. It was a truly earth shattering realization.

But it made sense. It made so much sense. As if something had clicked, he realized so many things at once. 

The natural attraction and pull between them. It had always felt so good, so instinctive. As if it was meant to be. He hadn’t permitted himself to acknowledge it and more importantly he hadn’t allowed himself to think or act on it. Too good would it have been.

After waking up from the ice Steve had believed to have missed his chance at finding his soulmate. Surely whatever person fate had assigned to him had been left behind. For a long time he had thought Peggy was the one. Then he had become hopeful to still find the one. But after year after year of nothing, the hope had dwindled.

Maybe he had been scared of it too. Scared to finally have found someone who was so closely what a soulmate should be. He had been hesitant to go further and to be disappointed again. He had fought his feelings for her were a mistake. A gruel play fate had on him. He had been scared to have his hopes crushed once more.

Instead, the person he had craved to find for so long, who had wished to be by his side turned out to have already been there. She had been a steady companion of his.

“I need to find her.” Determination coursed through him. Scrambling to his feet he couldn’t leave the gym fast enough.

The room was silent as she padded through it on bare feet. The noise of the bustling city around her hidden behind the soundproof glass. Her slow breathing and the steady ticking of the clock were the only noise in the room. The quiet felt good. It was balm to her racing mind. The fibers of the towel felt soft under her palms as she squeezed at the damp strands of hair dangling over her shoulder.

Loud and frantic knocking startled her, made her drop the towel and look at the door. Steve’s voice could be heard from the hallway. He sounded urgent, yet she hesitated to answer the door. 

Facing him felt too difficult, too painful for her. But there also was this pull. This never-ending tugging at the depths of her mind made her want to seek him out.

The knocking didn’t cease, it lulled her in eventually. Made her set one hesitant step in front of the other. The door handle felt cool under her palm. There was barely enough time for her to pull her hand back again before the door swung open. 

Barreling in came Steve. She was his goal, her location his destination. He didn’t waste any time enveloping her in a hug. A hug that felt much more desperate and personal than the ones they had before. One with a purpose.

His urgency confused her. Everything right now confused her. Ever since the birthday party, since the reveal and Tony’s words. She hadn’t known where her head lay since then. And the reason for it? So simple and yet the most complicated thing in the world.

Truly it had upset her. Not her birthday being revealed, no. It was the other revelation that had shaken her to her core. It was a cruel joke of life to have given them such close birthdays. So close and yet so far away from being soulmates. As if developing feelings for someone who wasn’t your soulmate wasn’t enough of a ridicule. It was the worst torture she could imagine. 

It became too much for her. The hurting thoughts that had plagued her for days on end together with the close proximity of the one who nearly was everything she wanted him to be. Pulling away from the embrace turned out to be too hard. Steve didn’t give her a chance to get away, each pull of hers was countered with him tightening the embrace and inching her impossibly closer to him.

“Steve,” her voice wobbled. Finally, it made him respond in a different way. His head shot up to look at her. Her words left her, dying on the tip of her tongue. Instead, it was him to take the lead again, to speak up.

“Do you know what I wished for when we blew out the candles?”, he asked her.

“No,” she shook her head, voice weak and dangerously watery.

“That it was true you were my soulmate.” Gently he caressed her cheek, brushing away a tear that had escaped from its confines. 

His words were like an arrow shot straight into her heart. Just another cruel reminder that it wasn’t like that. That dream and reality weren’t one. Her face scrunched together with hurt, tears pooling in her eyes and threatening to fall. She didn’t want to hear this. He didn’t need to remind her too, when every waking moment caused her enough pain.

“A stupid thing to wish for really.” 

A wave of anger mixed itself into the hurt that penetrated every fiber of her being. Pulling one hand free from the embrace she raised her arm, ready to strike. Yet there was no strength she could muster to hurt him. Weak was the collision with his chest. A faint thrumming of her fist against his strong chest. It couldn’t even closely convey everything she felt.

His finger hooked under her chin and turned her head upwards again. He looked at her with a softness that would have made her heart sore in any other moment. Delicately his finger brushed her heated skin.

“So stupid to wish for something that was already there.”

“W-what?”, she whimpered. He didn’t make sense.

“You are my soulmate.” He mumbled softly and leaned his forehead against hers. Their noses brushed against each other, their breaths mixed.

It couldn’t be true, could it? This had to be another cruel joke, another notch to wear her down and hurt her heart impossibly more. Screwing her eyes shut, she started to shake her head.

“I didn’t need to wish for it when it was already true.”

“N-no,” she whimpers. It couldn’t be true. What was he saying? They weren’t. She would know if they were, wouldn’t she? Shouldn’t they have felt it? But what were the feelings between them then if not the pull of a soulmate. The love that could only blossom between the one you were destined to be with?

“How?”, is her question next.

Steve pulled back to look at her. Searching her face, he could see the pain and hurt slowly fading away. He hadn’t believed it at first either. But the moment he had heard at his heart he had known.

“Time zones,” he told her softly, “We were born in different timezones, but still at the same time.”

The last bit of her defenses crumbled and her shoulders drooped. A small laughter of disbelief left her as her mind was still reeling, trying to comprehend everything. Looking up at him there was no doubt in her heart. She had hoped for it to be true, she had longed for it to be true. The last days had left her heartbroken, the realization of her dreams to be naught had crushed her entire being. Now her heart had been mended again.

A smile started to spread over her features, one that became blinding in a matter of seconds. It was contagious, so much that Steve broke out in one not moments after. They stood there together, looking at each other, basking in the moment.

“Finally,” he murmured. After all this time he finally had found her. His one. His soulmate.

“Finally,” she agreed softly, equally as happy to have found the one.

They met in an embrace, lips connecting in a chaste kiss. The first of many that would follow. And as their lips parted again, they looked at each other. Chuckling, in disbelief of how happy someone could be, how magical one moment could feel. And as their foreheads touched once again, they were content.

Steve broke the silence after a while, “I believe you lost a bet.”

“Oh, I did?”, she mocked him softly.

“Oh yes you did,” his forefinger booped her nose as he grinned down at her, “but I never got to tell you what your prize would have been had I lost.”

“Well, what would have been my prize?”

“A date.”

“What a shame,” she mumbled quietly. Not actually sad to have lost this prize, for she had still won.

“What a shame indeed. But I will tell you something. I’ll share my apple pie with you and we can make a date out of it. This way both of us have won.”

Standing on her tiptoes she pressed a kiss to his lips, mumbling against them, “We already have.”

[ryllen]

Was giving these analysis a read [ x , x , x , x ]

[chimkin-samich]

Hey Guys!

Sorry for the sudden hiatus yall, these past few months have been extremely hectic we attempted to recover from the hell that happened when we visited my family (am now no contact with my mother after having to literally flee her home from the hostilely) when we came back but alas things did not work out that way

We’ve had to give a hand to her parents as well in the mean time due to first her maternal grandmother falling ill and needing surgery, which she had to redo recently since they left a tube in her :( , her paternal grandmother also recently passed so there’s that as well

Then there was also the struggle to get my doc appointments for meds since I have to call and they don’t always answer or just tell me there aren’t no appointments available

Things are slowly settling down luckily but we both got sick recently and are finally getting free of the random cold so hopefully we can get our groove back on with our art and writing cuz we both desperately miss it, firstly tho we’re going to be getting through comms since we’re running behind on those as well, so In the meantime we’ll post any doodles we do in between and the commissions if given permission for them as well

Thank you all for sticking around in the mean time we appreciate y’all and feel free to send asks in the mean time as well for any lore or just goofy questions about the boys and the Aus we have

[losersimonriley]

At the tail end of a long, grueling mission that had them run around half of Eastern Europe, Laswell had given Ghost and Soap three days of leave before they'd be flying back home. She'd even booked them a hotel in a tiny spa town for two nights. Yet even though they arrived early in the day, Soap was still exhausted enough from the mission to just let Ghost handle the check in.

Something was off, though, when Ghost returned to him. He could tell by the square set of his shoulders and the slight frown on his brows. Even without his usual balaclava, his hood and face mask hid most of Ghost's expressions from inexperienced viewers.

"Good news: Laswell's paying for two dinners each at the in house restaurant. It's supposedly very good," Ghost reported.

"And the bad news?"

Ghost subtly shifted his weight. "Only had rooms with double beds left."

"You mind sharing?" Soap raised his eyebrows.

"Nah. Thought you might."

"Nah. Let's get up to our room then. I'm right knackered from the trip."

Ghost rolled his eyes at the phrasing, but didn't comment on it. When Soap punched his shoulder to signal go time, he obediently followed to the elevator.

As forewarned, the room only had one bed. But at least it was the softest, most cloud like bed Soap'd ever had the pleasure of sitting on. He wanted to immediately lie down and never get up. First things first, though.

"Mind if I take the first shower?"

Ghost shrugged. "Feel free. Thought I'd have a look around town. Find the spa. Try the public fountains. Look at the local attractions. Tourist shite."

"Have fun. I'll cover home base while you're out on recon, then."

Ghost huffed out a small laugh as he turned to leave the room.

Soap hopped into the shower for a quick wash, dried himself off with extremely fluffy towels and then got himself comfortable in the bed. He'd planned on a quick nap, but when he woke up again, it was because someone had chucked a paper bag at his head. It smelled deliciously like baked goods.

"Got you lunch, Sleeping Beauty."

"I'd be so mad at you for waking me like that," Soap said as he sat up and bit into the bun that'd smacked him in the ear. "If this weren't so good."

"Up for an afternoon trying all the healing springs? The park is twenty minutes from here and has at least ten different fountains with different properties. Maybe one can cure stupid."

"Maybe one can cure being a dick."

"You'll never know."

They spent the afternoon together trying the water from every single fountain in the park. It had clearly been built sometime in the nineteenth century, Soap pointed out, citing the architecture and decorations. The water was various kinds of salty. More than half the fountains were claimed to have uranium in the water, a fact that led both Ghost and Soap to come up with more and more outrageous movie mutations caused by too much of the spa water. Dinner at the hotel's restaurant was fantastic. The chef didn't skimp on the fat, nor on the herbs and spices.

Soap had almost forgotten about the bed in their room by the time they got ready for bed. "I can still sleep on the floor, LT."

"Why?"

"Dunno." Soap shrugged. "Thought it might be weird to you."

"'s not." Ghost took off his boots, stripped down to his undershirt and briefs before he slipped under the covers. "Fuck. 's like a cloud in here."

Quickly, before either of them could change their mine, Soap undressed and got into bed as well. His hammering heart forced him to keep a fair distance between himself and Ghost.

"Figured you'd be a cuddler," Ghost mused.

"That an offer?"

"Mh." Under the covers, Ghost reached out to pull Soap closer to him. "Don't mind if it's you."

Soap swallowed. He let himself be pulled against Ghost, head resting on a broad chest, hand over a heart that was beating it's staccato rhythm in tandem with Soap's own.

"G'night, Simon," Soap whispered, not trusting his mouth to say more.

"Night, Johnny."

When he woke up the next morning with his Johnny sprawled out on top of him, with his breath hot against his bare neck, Ghost was immensely glad he'd convinced the hotel clerk to give them a room with a double bed. Even if it was just for one more night, he'd treasure this closeness for the rest of his life.

This felt like getting tucked into a comfy warm hotel bed of my very own <3 I hope everyone else enjoys this cloud bed as much as I do god BLESS

[possessable]

also knight gijinka design. doodle. design. drawing. doodle

[valeriianz]

I've had this Dreaming The Proposal AU sitting in my drafts for a while. Then @voukkake comes out with this art and I figured it was time to brush off the dust and share what I'd written lol. This is seriously all I'm going to write so if anyone is interested I'm begging you to pick this up. I'm dying to read Dream awkwardly interacting with Hob's family (also @valiantstarlights suggestion that Betty White is Destiny?? ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT). Anyway...

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Dream is about to be deported because his visa application has been denied. He is in the middle of a meeting with his lawyers when Hob, his secretary, pops in the room to inform Dream of a very important phone call and Dream comes up with the insane plan to marry Hob to keep his immigration status.

He gestures for Hob to come over and Hob, clueless, wanders into the room and stands next to Dream, who takes him by the arm and tugs him just a little bit further to stand awkwardly close.

Dream announces their engagement and Hob stands there, shell shocked and feels his mouth moving against his will. That yeah, they are getting married. They are in love, sure. It isn’t until they leave the office, following Dream back to his, that Hob’s brain seems to come back online.

“What just happened in there?”

Dream grouses, head down, already back to his work as if nothing happened. Like he didn’t just use Hob as a pawn in his scheme to get around his denied visa application.

“They were going to make Morningstar editor-in-chief.” Is all Dream says, disdain dripping from every word. He still hasn’t looked up.

Hob stands there, still as a statue. His head is swimming with words, with emotions. Anger, disbelief, betrayal… and a small tiny flicker of undeniable interest that he hastily stomps out.

He manages to put the pieces together rather quickly though, while Dream continues sifting through paperwork.

“This is illegal,” Hob manages to croak out, brows furrowing. 

“Oh, please. The government looks for terrorists, not book publishers.” Dream’s head is still down in his paperwork.

Hob blinks, taking a step up to Dream’s desk. “I'm not marrying you.”

“Sure you are.” Dream sets aside a stack of papers and finally gives Hob his attention. “Because if you don't, your dreams of ‘touching millions of lives with the written word’ are dead.” 

Hob’s jaw drops. That was a line, corny as it was, that he’d used in the panel interview for this job. Three years ago.

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“Were you not in that room? I could get fined, I’ll go to jail over this. If you want me on this deal, you will promote me to editor.”

Without even glancing up from his phone, Dream scoffs.

“Absolutely not.”

“Well then I guess you’re screwed. Buh-bye.” Hob turns with a flourish and has to bite back a grin at how Dream splutters behind him and grabs him by the arm.

“Fine– fine! Editor.” His face seems to go through the five stages of grief. He drops his hold on Hob.

“And You’ll publish my manuscript.” Hob throws in. In for a penny.

Dream’s brows narrow and he shakes as if he’s physically controlling the urge to stamp his foot.

“Sure. I’ll publish your hack manuscript.”

“Good.” Hob slips his hands in his pants pockets, staring at Dream, deciding on one last nail in the coffin.

“Now do it properly.”

Dream cocks an eyebrow. “Do what properly?”

“Propose. Like you mean it.”

Dream’s entire body seizes up, but he manages not to let it show, distracting himself by slipping his phone in the pocket of his expensive slacks and clasping his hands in front of him.

“Will you marry me?”

“No.” Hob, the arrogant bastard, is visibly biting back a smirk. “Say it like you mean it.”

Dream takes a long, steadying breath through his nose.

“Hob Gadling. Will you–”

“And get on your knees.”

Dream absolutely refuses to decipher the thrill that shoots through his body at Hob’s command. Instead he keeps his mask of irritation and indifference on as he scans the crowd around them. They are still outside the courthouse, and the concrete sidewalk is going to potentially tear Dream’s Hugo Boss black wool pants.

So he carefully lowers himself, scowling as the smirk on Hob’s face only widens as Dream slowly settles onto the ground.

Once he’s as comfortable as Dream’s going to get, he clears his throat.

“Hob Gadling,” he glares at his subordinate from under his lashes. “Will you fucking marry me?”

Hob curls his lips in mock consideration, looking up past Dream’s head. He rocks back on his heels and nods with a forlorn sigh.

“Okay.” He still hasn’t met Dream’s gaze. “Could've done without the sarcasm but it will do. See you at the airport tomorrow.” 

And turns and walks away, leaving Dream to fend for himself on the ground.

[yuhlmaooo]

as promised here's rest of the voice headcanons of the linked universe links!!

you can find the first four here^

[performapals]

hi guys. hello

[inspector-montoya-fox]

It's always really difficult to choose between An Opera of Fear and A Cold Alliance for my favourite Sly 3 episode, but it's safe to say that Flight of Fancy is easily the most nostalgic. Not because it's rooted in my childhood memories (it is) but in the sense that it shares elements with episodes from Sly 2 during a game which presents the gang at the peak of their career. Let's discuss

I think we can all agree that the series very effectively presents the gang's development, not only as individual characters, but also as a team of thieves. Sly 1 shows the gang as teens during their first set of adventures which sprout from Sly's desire for vengeance. They make many mistakes, they don't really have planned heists or jobs - Sly just casually goes into every level breaking shit and then faces off the big baddie - and they surpass their own expectations of themselves to defeat Clockwerk in the end. Then, Sly 2 covers a crucial point in the gang's career. It felt as if up until this point they hadn't truly fucked up so they went into it being very cocky, especially Sly. And when they got their asses handed to them by Neyla, getting separated tested their individual and collective limits.

In Sly 3, the gang has evolved to master thieves, capable enough to feel comfortable recruiting and as such mentoring strangers and also worthy enough to inherit an entire lineage's stolen loot. This is also shown in the missions, which up in scale and spectacle. It's no longer just "follow this villain" or "pickpocket this person". It's a combination of missions we grew accustomed to during Sly 2 like "follow Octavio and do recon under time pressure", or something completely new. Right off the bat, for example, we send a ferris wheel rolling across Venice squashing guards in its way, like this is just a mission not Thunderbeak or something. Every Sly 3 mission evolves explosions, high-tech and the eventual mini boss-fight.

So it's then a bit surprising to see the gang reverting to their sneakier, more subtle ways during Flight of Fancy. That's not to say we don't have explosions and thrill in the episode (the dogfights, Muggshot vs Carmelita, wolf-riding, shooting literal fucking windmills into blimps), but the way they choose to sabotage the competition due to how delicate its internal politics are creates some nostalgia. Paddling around the sewers in a blow-up rowboat and breaking into the pilots' rooms is very Sly 2. It felt like something 18 year old Sly would do. Also, scaling the Baron's castle harks back to Sly 1's platforming and is reminiscent of how small Sly would seem when approaching a villain's daunting lair.

The design choices for the Netherlands seem primitive too, enhanced by the fact that we're in the countryside. I feel like there's that Sly 1 and 2 rule of thumb at play here, where Sucker Punch chose the aesthetic or genre first and then chose the location. For example, they wanted a spooky level in Sly 2 so they chose Prague which would accommodate the genre through its architecture and gothic character. That allowed them to exaggerate a lot in terms of level design. And it's the same for Flight of Fancy, where we have a spooky castle on top of a very cartoony hill and you can hide under haystacks. Oppositely, the rest of the game's levels seem to have departed from the previous entries' design principle (except Kaine Island, which is fully fictional). It feels as if SP chose Venice and wanted to play up how European it is, or the wilderness of the Australian outback but without any radical stylistic choices. The genres are explored through the narrative, not through design.

Lastly, let's close off with some Thieves in Time slander because it wouldn't be a signature me tumblr essay without it. If we really use the entirety of our brain power and manage to look past all of the game's bullshit, one additional flaw would be how it doesn't consider the gang's development when telling its story. I'm not saying that in the series' fourth game the gang should have been infallible or indestructible due to achieving master thief status in Sly 3, but here the mistakes they make feel so unnecessarily stupid and like shit they wouldn't have done even in Sly 1. Falling for Penelope's schtick twice; Sly letting his guard down during the Le Paradox boss fight after the Contessa; whatever the fuck went down in Arabia... yea.

[actualbird]

Hey Zak!

I just saw a line in part 4 of EL and I would like to say. THEY DID NOT DO MARIUS JUSTICE. He is fucking sassy and they translate it like. this. what is this questioning insult. wtf. Marius downright called him a dog in cn.

Cn ver:

TL:

???: Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself. My last name is Gou (It's a CN introduction thing), and I'm Boss Yang's secretary.

Marius: That's weird. Isn't Officer Zhong in charge of investigating Boss Qian's murder?

Marius: Guangjie Union really likes to poke their nose where it doesn't belong. (He originally says an idiom, which means "A dog catching a mouse [meddles in cats' business]" when translated literally.)

Marius snickers, speaking before I could. (cn uses first person for Rosa)

Marius: Secretary Gou, right? You really... live up to your name.

In CN, his name is 苟, which is pronounced Gou. And it also happens to share a pronunciation with 狗 (dog).

That's why I just started laughing when the secretary introduced himself, like. Secretary Dog. Then Marius says that and I just. FHSDJKFHSDJ Glad to see we have a similar sense of humor Marius.

// enduring light spoilers

GRAHHHHHH //SHAKES MY FIST AT THE TOT LOCALISATION TEAM, it's so sad that this got lost in translation!! i can see how this wouldve been hard to keep since it's in essence a bit of a pun, but still......this adds so much more to marius' little quip and is so fitting with how much he got into his Role in this little LARP adventure

thank u for letting me know!!! this was rlly interesting to hear :D

[gunpowder-gemini]

i've figured out the my writing process is to write in a non-stop stream of consciousness and then go through and weed out all the unnecessary world-building i've rambled about for paragraphs so the story is actually readable and, y'know, a story and not an in depth manual on my headcanons on how various things in the world work that occasionally breaks out into plot.

[justalonelyslytherin]

Fluffy 📔 for Hangman:

Convincing him to get a cat even though he’s a dog person

(Happy celebration! Congrats on the milestone :) )

Thank you for sending this in nonnie! Answering this was so much fun :D

Convincing Hangman to get a cat even though he's a dog person:

Jake grew up in Texas, on a ranch yeah? So he grew up with all kinds of animals.

There were the horses in his parent's stables, one or more of them his own,

then there were at least two dogs, one in the stable and one family dog

his sisters at some point wanted a hamster and that’s what they got as their first own pet

maybe there were even some geckos or local reptiles he caught and put in a terrarium

and with ranches around there, of course, was also lots of cattle, but also some donkeys and what else. Maybe even the rare llama/alpaca

he got along with all of them. He likes animals and he has a good handle on them

then there are cats

His mum had one and there also were a couple mingling around the stable, to hide in the hay or to catch the mice that were prone to be drawn to the buildings (especially the chamber in which they stored the animal food)

they never liked him, and it’s not for lack of trying. Cat’s just didn’t like him

He distinctively remembers one accident when he was very little, bordering between toddler and small child

he tried to pet the cat but when he got close the cat hissed at him, and before he knew she had extended her claws and swiped across his face. It’s safe to say baby jake did not appreciate getting a bloody scratch across his cheek and down his chin,

he even claims you can still see a faint scar from said accident

ever since then he and the cats had been on the warpath

Jake’s darling girl is as much of an animal lover as he is. It’s actually one of the first things they bonded over and the thing that convinced her to give the cocky pilot a chance. If animals like him he can’t be that bad right?

shortly after they moved together, she is complaining about feeling lonely. Jake’s work has him away a lot of the time and she gets sad being completely alone in the apartment

the problem is: Their landlord doesn’t allow dogs. Besides, it’s an apartment complex and they live a couple of stories high. It’s not the ideal environment to hold a dog

But a cat, a house cat, would be perfect. Except Jake is totally not on board. He is putting his foot down and refusing vehemently. Not even her pouting and whining can convince him otherwise

that’s what he tells himself. The truth is, slowly she is wearing him down, showing him pictures and videos of cute cats, she even makes him laugh once with a funny video. He of course denies this

But then it’s the weekend and they are planning to go do something and when they are sitting in their car, driving around his girl asks him if they can make a quick stop at a friend of hers. He agrees

Two steps into her friend's place and there is a loud meow coming from the end of the hall. Jake freezes, meeting eyes with the cat that’s now standing there, looking at him and lazily flicking its tail.

The cat meows again and then it’s charging toward him. He is ready to grab anything in reach to defend himself from the vicious predator, but the attack never happens. Instead the cat circles around him and when she rubs against his legs she even starts purring

His girl is looking at him apologetically, telling him her friend's cat just had babies and she was dying to see them. He feels a little pang of sadness realizing she didn’t tell because she thought he’d deny her to see them

Hesitantly he follows the women to another room, he can already hear the tiny meows from inside, and then there they are. Multiple little fluff-balls, stumbling and tumbling over each other, one cuter than the one before.

One of the little ones gets put into his arms before he can react or refuse and once again he freezes. But here too he realizes the cat won’t hurt him. Instead, that little cotton ball is meowing quietly at him, snuggling against his fingers and being so so tiny 

He fell in love faster than he was ready for. His girl is a little concerned about how quiet he got. “Jake?”, she asks him carefully and then he looks up at her with round eyes, glassy, and mumbles “It’s so cute.”

“I want one.”

Safe to say once the little ones are old enough to be rehomed these two take the one home that Jake held in his hand (he refused to put the little one down the entire time they were visiting)

My askbox is still open, feel free to send in more headcanons or even one word/one sentence prompts for small drabbles/ficlets!

[b4b3tte]

Thank you for answering my question earlier! I was wonder if I could get some headcanons for Dwight Manfredi from Tulsa King? And thank you😊

TULSA KING

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Some Head Canons of dating Dwight Manfredi!

Contains of — Physical touches, Dates, Love languages, Romantic atmosphere, etc. ♡

My note — Hii!! Tysm for this request, very much appreciated! Honestly I didn’t know what type of relationship you wanted with Dwight like lovers or friends so I picked lovers but if that isn’t what you wanted then please let me know I’ll be happy to change it! Otherwise thank you for requesting and reading!!⭐️

— Dwight can be sorta complicated, being in prison for over 20 years has definitely left him touch starved but he will always stick to his Old-School manners.

— Which leaves you like “ should I touch him or no “ but you notice that behind close doors he will insist physical contact, while in public he’ll tone it done a lot by just a kiss on your forehead and his hand on your waist once in awhile!

- it gets obvious that his love language is Touch & quality time together, As much as he loves holding you while you are on his chest, he also adores just being in a room together and reading without a word being said

- But again he loves having you hold his hand or show him any sign of physical affection although he won’t verbally admit it. Speaking of that, he can be stubborn and won’t admit when he likes certain things at least affection wise

- For a second let’s retract to the first head canon, His “ Old School Ways “ dating someone in their seventies is completely different than dating someone in their twenties, not that you mind but let’s look at those differences

- He is an absolute courteous man ( gentleman ) and will always pay attention to your needs and wants. He loves to be a man of his word so whatever he tells you or promises you, he will do it without a doubt

- He believes that you deserve the highest of treatment, He will always pull out your chair and push it back in when you’ve sat down, Open all the car doors and doors to places for you, Pay for almost every meal, give you massages whenever you are stressed or tired, Make you coffee or tea when you wake up and whatever else you can think of!

- damn he is setting the bar high for me 💀 anyways😓

- For date nights it will always be incredibly romantic and seem like something straight out of a romance novel. The most regular and common one you guys would have is a Fancy Candle Lit dinner at a high end restaurant with top notch service and food that always manages to amaze you

- Another one will be a lovely night at a small cozy book store somewhere near downtown it can just be you two reading for hours while drinking caffè latte or latte macchiatto with tunes of piano in the background

- Lastly it can be around the afternoon maybe sunset, you guys will have a picnic at a beach or park and have a couple of books with you, eat while reading , maybe talk about the plot/authors and after take a stroll on the beach or park after the lunch and just talk for hours until night

- he adores spending large amounts of money on you, he understands money might not be everything for you or isn’t as special as quality moments but he still wants you to have nice things wether it’s jewelry or the newest skincare products you know?

- Whatever you add to your shopping car, whatever you stare at longer than 5 seconds, Whatever you talk about, he will manage a way to buy it, he believes giving you whatever you want has no price and he sometimes takes it quite literally

- One time you were upset your favorite artists album sold out quickly and Dwight being Dwight he found a way to get one, one with a personal signature of the artist he says no harm done but that’s obviously a lie.

- Another time you were eyeing a new food item on your phone that looked delicious, you never spoke about it but Dwight being observant and sometimes not intentionally, he picked up on it, figured which restaurant had it, picked it up and surprised you with the meal!

- when you were ranting about your friends new Vivienne Westwood necklace he quickly searched up where and when he can get it as soon as possible and it didn’t take long for you to receive a fancy package outside your door

- He loves seeing your reactions to romantic dates or expensive gifts he randomly gives you or even the random acts of service he does for you but nothing beats it better then your smile in the morning when he asks you how did you sleep 🤍

Hii!! Thank you so much for reading and liking this I truly appreciate it!! Stay disciplined and be consistent do the hard work especially when you don't feel like it, love you🫶🤍

[chimkin-samich]

This is directed at the most recent anon, since I don’t want to project your nonsense, but if you come into our asks accusing us of something wrong, without stating what was done AND with NO reference or proof of wrong doing, you can not expect us to know what the hell is going on or to believe you , and saying something so generic without saying who it is won’t solve anything , leaves us confused and speechless, as we do not scan anyone’s blog in here .

everything is kept sfw and there is no need to keep track on our own unless beware posts are made or problematic bios show up??

If you want to tell us things, our personal dms @telosfury and @beta-gamma-delta are always open and you can state any issues or proof that you may have

Other than that, your just starting an issue where no issue is and if y’all can’t behave anon will be turned off since that seems to make a lot of you pause before spitting out whatever negativity comes to you first, and unfortunately people who do want to interact with us without the anon won’t be able to for this stunt

Don’t be that person

[phoenixtakaramono]

First Impressions Threadfic

(You can read the original tweets here)

A completed sapphic What-If threadfic, with one of my imaginary AU takes of Charlie’s and Vaggie’s first meeting—because I love these gals and their ship potential. It’s 25 tweets long, meant to be short and sweet. 🍎🎀

(You can read more below the line break)

[possessable]

incase anyone is wondering why my sly design is Like That , . there is literally no story reason i don't have any headcanons or fanlore it is literally just because a while after i made my sly plushie his eye and antenna fell off and i only had orange fabric/yarn to replace them with and i went "Yeah you know what i'll start drawing him like that"