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thesawisfamily · 1 year ago
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TCMtober Day 16: Julie Crawford
Julie hc time!
Julie is the tallest in the friend group after Leland at 5'11" (180 cm).
She's bisexual and not out to many people for her own safety.
She was canonically born in California, but the lore doesn't state how she got to Texas, I think she moved when she was around 10 and has been in Texas for a while now.
She met pretty much everyone in college, but met Maria and Ana in high school. She was canonically the same age and presumably the same year as Maria, so I think she befriended Ana through Maria.
She is canonically sporty and athletic, I think she was involved in her school sports teams, playing volleyball and on swim team. She carried on with volleyball in college. This is how she met Leland since they're both involved in sports.
She's roommates with Connie (maybe Maria too) in college.
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lilislegacy · 4 months ago
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imagine percy and annabeth being your neighbors and you regularly see them knife fighting each other in the yard, you occasionally hear them speak in some indistinguishable ancient sounding language, they are socially awkward and keep to themselves, and when you ask them if they attend church they say no because they worship the greek gods
weird ass motherfuckers
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zipsunz · 1 year ago
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a comic i did for kel's birthday ⛹️‍♂️🏀
(art by me, script by @sunkitty143!)
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brown-sensation · 3 months ago
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Rainbow monster high 🌈
Rainbow monsters grow small flowers at the end of their hair that could be easily plucked out (it doesn't hurt and they grow out again!)🌼
They also have retractable claws 💐
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deadghosy · 4 months ago
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Slytherins boys during 4th of July with their American! Reader
Warning: of course this is modern era‼️😋
Ft. The riddles, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire
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TOM RIDDLE
Your dark aesthetic of an English boyfriend is staying his ass inside 😭 he’s not coming out!!
He DOESNT fuck with them bugs or those loud fireworks…yes he moved to America for you. As much as he loves you. Hell no.
He’s in the shared room with you as he read a book, listening to crime documentary and podcasts. Or he’s just cuddling with you.
If you ever did drag him out to pop fireworks wit you, he may or may not pop them at his brother if mattheo comes to visit.
“Y/N!! GET YOUR MAN!!” Mattheo says running from Tom who had a evil grin on his face. Chasing after Mattheo with a sparkler.
you just stood there waving your sparkler around giggling.
at least he's having fun!
MATTHEO RIDDLE
Mattheo is popping fireworks like a god damn maniac…please control him…
Literally bought an illegal firework and lit it outside…PLEASE get your unhinged man or else people are gonna call the cops on him.
STOP CAUSE HE’S DEFINITELY THE TYPE TO THROW POPPERS AT THE NEIGHBORHOOD KIDS 😭😭
A MENCE TO THE STREETS AND YOU!! YOU ARE NOT SAFE!!
Chaotic just like his damn brother with that evil ass grin. He’s literally the king of being an asshole.
But if you don’t like fireworks, don’t worry…he’s got you bbg. He’s a softie for you anyways.
He’s literally probably buying noise canceling headphones so you can relax with him.
He’s a cutie patootie under all that gremlin energy he’s got 
DRACO MALFOY
This sassy ass man…this bbg dude..is probably staying his ass inside. I’m sorry, but he’s probably confused on why “American’s” celebrate such a day even if you educate him about it.
At least you grill him food and still love him.
That’s all it matters
BLAISE ZABINI
He’s already starting bullshit if you don’t like popping fireworks cause of how loud they are.
If you’re asleep, he’s literally like playing loud ass firework sounds or he is outside popping them loud ass works 😭😭
Honestly I do picture American! Reader just grilling while Blaise is getting ready to pop these babies.
But since I headcannon this Slytherin boy to be a romantic, he’s taking you to a firework show. He loves you like that.
Putting the blanket below you guys, cuddling you with that charming smile of his.
It’s just perfect!
Best 4th of July ever.
THEODORE NOTT
Get ready to wake to this man cooking at 4 am so you can eat.
He knows you love to eat you beautiful foodie, so he’s making you some food.
Watches the fireworks from inside and then goes out to pop his own
He’s a romantic as well, so he might just take you out for a firework show
He loves you like that.
And if you don’t like fireworks, don’t worry you two can just enjoy the fireworks inside
LORENZO BERKSHIRE
He’s the type of boyfriend to try and grill for you only to fail and need assistance. 😭😭
Literally though he will try again only to succeed with your help tactics and then he will be so proud!
Pops small fireworks with you. He doesn’t pop big ones as he did look into the holiday to see so much accidents with big fireworks.
“Enz, honey.. it’s okay…” you say holding up a pack of big fireworks. Lorenzo looked nervous as he took the fireworks from your hold. “Sorry love..but what if an explosion hits you?”
Please calm your man down before he packs it up makes you two just watch movies instead of popping fireworks.
End of the night and day, he loves the food a little bit.
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galentir · 6 months ago
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Happy Star Wars Day! ✨
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0039pf · 9 months ago
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drew little silly wintersberg on @poofmalyakaet magma canvas 🏃
left him to others, i hope everything is ok with him.
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amongemeraldclouds · 4 months ago
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a summer night with the slytherin boys
Ft. Lorenzo Berkshire, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott
My official entry for week two of @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx's Jinxed July. Challenged myself to do all prompts!
✿ Masterlist | 1.9k words | Fluff, established relationship
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Lorenzo Berkshire
Too Sweet
The firewood popped and crackled as you inhaled the smell of burning sugar. You instantly yanked your hand away along with the stick you were holding out. You frowned at the small fire that once was a sweet, innocent marshmallow.
Beside you, Enzo cackled. “Bringing the fire closer to you, dear?” You groaned impatiently. It had been your third attempt at roasting a marshmallow. Having been raised in a concrete jungle, you had never gone camping before nor tried making s’mores. When Enzo invited you to go as part of your summer adventures together, you jumped up and down with excitement.
There was nothing exciting about it now. You stared at the charred remains as the orange glow flickered out in the cool evening air. It seemed the marshmallow was roasting you instead. “Now now, that poor marshmallow did nothing to you,” Enzo said as he lowered the stick, bringing it away from your eye level.
“It’s taunting me,” you snarled.
With an amused smile, he sat closer to you. While you held the stick, he removed your latest victim from the other end and replaced it with a fresh marshmallow. “I’ll show you, okay?”
He wrapped his hand around yours and all the annoyance melted. In your rage, you hadn’t noticed how much closer he had gotten.
When you turned to look at him, you took in the upward curl of his thick lashes that you were always jealous of. His eyes glittered like the stars you were gazing at. His mouth curved with that special smile he only had when he was around you. You had been together for a while now and yet the butterflies still raced around your stomach as if you had just seen him for the first time.
With his hand on yours, he moved the stick back to the fire and it snapped your attention back to the present. “The key here is to bring it just close enough,” he said patiently, “spin it like this so the heat gets distributed evenly.” Your insides seemed to twist along with the motion as heat crept up your cheeks and it wasn’t from the fire.
“And that’s it,” he said, bringing your hand back with a perfectly toasted marshmallow this time. He grabbed the crackers and chocolate you had laid out and pressed the marshmallow in between, squeezing it into gooey goodness.
“I don’t know how I’ll eat that when you’re the sweetest thing here tonight,” you said, beaming up at him.
“And your words alone will give me diabetes,” he quipped, bringing the s’more to your mouth.
You took a bite and closed your eyes, feeling the chocolate and marshmallow melt in your mouth as you chomped on the crunchy crackers. “Never mind. I take that back, it’s sinful for something to taste this good.”
“Hey, no take backs,” Enzo insisted.
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Mattheo Riddle
A treacherous wave in the late hour
You pushed Mattheo away and used the momentum to propel you forward, your laughter ringing out into the evening air, sand spraying behind you as you ran towards the sea.
When Mattheo first invited you to go backpacking with him this summer, you nearly said no, because it meant tossing your carefully laid out schedule into the wind. But you didn’t want him to spend another summer alone in his family’s depressing house.
And you hate to admit it, but he was right. There was a thrill that came with living in the moment, not caring about the days ahead. There was also the fact that being with Mattheo meant exploring exotic places, laughing over late night shenanigans, and more adventures in a few weeks than you’ve had in years. You had never felt more alive.
You squealed as the cold water hit your skin, waking you better than any coffee could in the late hour. “I won!” You declared proudly, turning back to see Mattheo joining you.
“You cheated,” he said, playfully splashing water at you.
“You just said, first one in the water wins so I win,” you shrugged. “Now where’s my reward?”
“Yeah?” He said, a dangerous smirk on his face as he prowled towards you. You tried to take a step back but the treacherous wave pushed you closer to him instead.
When he was near enough, he pulled you in, his strong arms locking you in place against his toned body. There was no place you’d rather be anyway. He brought his mouth close to your ear as his hands traced your figure. “I can think of so many rewards.”
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Draco Malfoy
A colourful promise
You stepped out the into the evening air and took Draco’s hand as he led you to the balcony of his family’s holiday home overlooking the beach.
You pulled the shawl tightly around you as a chilly breeze drifted past. Draco wrapped a protective arm around your hip to warm you up. For a quiet moment, you watched the rippled glow of the moon on the sea as waves crashed onto the shore and retreated.
“What surprise could you possibly have for me this late in the evening? You could hardly see anything,” you asked.
“That’s exactly why it’s perfect, love,” he winked at you as he pointed to the sky. “Here goes.”
You followed his gaze, unsure what to look at until lights exploded in the sky. Fireworks. You watched in wonder as small circles burst and expanded, illuminating the dark sky.
You looked at his grinning face and watched his features reflect the glowing colors. He promised you the best summer of your life and you told him not to make bold statements. He just scoffed and said ‘watch me’.
And there he was, flying you to different places that summer in a private jet, taking you shopping and dining at the finest restaurants. Now lights exploded in the sky simply because he promised this summer would be memorable.
“Look at the fireworks, not at me,” he said smugly when he caught you staring.
“I just can’t believe you,” you admitted, gazing back at the colourful sky.
“It’s you I can’t believe. See those fireworks? That wonder I saw in your eyes? It’s how you make me feel.”
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Blaise Zabini
Summer lights
The wind carried your hair as you propelled yourself forward, letting the swing carry you as you leaned your head back. If you weren’t so wrapped up in the moment, you would have noticed your boyfriend stop his swinging to gaze at you.
He tried to commit the moment to his memory. Your carefree laughter, the clean smell of your shampoo, your beautiful face. He felt so lucky to have you.
You swung back again and the wind brought your hair in the opposite direction, covering your entire face. You laughed at how silly it all was. You planted your feet in the sand to slow the momentum.
Earlier in the day, you were nervous that Blaise was taking you to meet his mum for the first time. A thousand thoughts crossed your mind in the days that led up to that moment. What ifs that kept your heart racing like they were its personal trainer. Blaise assured you that you’d hit it off and surprisingly, you did.
You finally noticed Blaise’s eyes on you. “What? I still don’t have that cake on my face, don’t I?” You ran a hand through your face, “I swear, I wiped—“
Blaise chuckled, “no, I just like seeing you happy.” You mirrored his grin and then a small blinking light beside him lit up.
“You didn’t tell me you had a floating light in the garden,” you remarked.
It was his turn to be confused and he followed your gaze where a few more floating lights appeared. “These are fireflies!”
You gazed around the garden as more and more drew closer, lighting up the garden. It was as if the stars descended from the heavens themselves. You watched them glow in wonder.
“Did you know that if you catch one, you can make a wish?” He said holding out his hand as a firefly landed on his palm. “Like this,” he cupped it and whispered his wish before releasing it back.
“I don’t need to wish for anything, I have everything I need here,” you beamed at him.
“Okay love, I’ll buy all the clothes and hand bags you want,” he teased and you slapped his arm.
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
He brought you in for a hug, savouring the way you melted against him. “I know,” he said gently kissing your forehead.
“I’ll buy you all the shoes you want instead,” he quipped.
“Blaise!”
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Theodore Nott
Sunshine smile
(A/N: this is the only one that happens during the day and is not an established relationship)
Theodore Nott hated summer with its long, hot days that scorched everything it touched. Public places were more crowded than he’d like. He wouldn’t see his friends again for a few months and he sure as hell wasn’t going to go home to his father. Instead, he went to a resort on a remote island to get away from it all.
He met you while he was sulking over breakfast, trying to get lost in a book. You excitedly introduced yourself and despite being friends with Enzo, Theo could not for the life of him figure out how someone could have so much energy so early in the day. You had recently read the exact book he was reading and loved it!
He was about to ask you to leave when you took the seat across from him and sat down like you owned the place. (He would soon find out that your family actually did.)
You wanted to know his thoughts on the book. When you shared yours, he was surprised how insightful you were, he even found himself agreeing with most of your ideas. Though he kept that to himself.
He was relieved when breakfast was nearly over so he could have his peace and quiet back, but then you offered to be a local guide to the island. When you mentioned a bookstore that contained rare books and lesser known authors, he found that he couldn’t say ‘no’ to you.
That was how he find himself pedaling beside you as you shared the history of your home. There was something so charming about the island as if it were untouched by the world outside it. Just the open air and clear skies.
The quaint little town in the distance was just a small stretch of buildings that contained the necessities. There were other spots you promised to show him in the coming days. In the meantime, you browsed the bookshelves together as promised and he bought a few rare items he was excited to dive into.
When you returned to the resort, you relaxed by the beach chairs, listening to the ocean waves as the sun splashed hues of orange and yellow against the blue sky. Theo opened the book you recommended and was already captivated by the first few pages.
When he looked at you to share his thoughts, he found you peacefully asleep on the chair. He took that opportunity to study you, the way the wind caressed your hair and your chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. He found himself smiling.
Summer, he thought, wasn’t so bad after all.
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witchthewriter · 20 days ago
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The Townspeople: Tell us your backstory Victor.
Victor (closing his eyes for 12 minutes, opening them, exhaling long and loud): No. I gotta go.
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leverage-ot3 · 10 months ago
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broke: leverage’s pairings are nate & sophie and parker & hardison. eliot is like parker and hardison’s pseudo older brother
woke: leverage's pairings are nate & sophie and parker & hardison and eliot is pining for both of them but it will never happen
bespoke: parker, hardison, and eliot are in love. eliot pines for years before parker and hardison are like he's not going to make a move on his own and start their 'let's go steal an eliot' plan. hijinks ensue. they end up getting married
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clownsuu · 2 years ago
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so i saw your welcome home drawings and i would like to know if you ship any of them
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Tbh we still have very little info about the characters personalities and their relationship with everyone, so I’m not too fast of finding a ship atm
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Also bonus doodle I forgot to add to the other post JCHGFGDHJ
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harringroveera · 4 months ago
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Update: 1 year later, so we’re probably gay
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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 2 years ago
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Welcome Home Shitpost 2
(Y/N): * Dramatic Sigh* What happened to wooing, or poetry? Why aren't there any hopeless romantics, like me?
Wally Draling: *Holding a love letter but is too damn short to reach you*
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(I'm doing my best at drawing guys, I'm doing my best)
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rogersideup · 4 months ago
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Nice to be Kneaded
More fun stuff!
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America’s Sweetheart
Can be read as a one shot, or in conjunction with Nice to be Kneaded.
Series Masterlist More Fun Stuff Masterlist
Nomad Steve x Baker reader
3,621 words
Reader finds a way to make Steve’s birthday special despite all odds
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You sat cozy on your couch, relaxed as could be. A movie played quietly, your softest blanket was thrown over your lap, legs propped up on the coffee table, and your favorite fugitive next to you fought off sleep so hard he could barely even pay attention to the movie anymore.
It was one of those rare nights you decided to work from home to spare both you and Steve a night at the bakery. Sure, he could've found ingredients to organize and endlessly dust flour off of shelves, but it was important to you that he got relaxing nights with peace of mind, and no manual labor.
With your laptop open, your last task of the night was to look over the schedule and make sure everything was ready to go. Themed treats for upcoming holidays were thought of, time off requests were approved, supply deliveries were marked on time.
A date on the calendar caught your attention. The Fourth of July was quickly approaching, so you placed an order of red and blue sprinkles and some extra food coloring just to make sure you had enough to supply the small town with all of their themed treat needs. For such a quaint place, everyone around took the fourth very seriously.
Then faster than a bullet train, you nearly gasped as you got hit with the realization... Captain America's birthday is on the Fourth of July.
You looked over at your sleepy super soldier and couldn't help but to smile at his long hair flopping onto his face but being too tied to even fix it.
"Stevie" You quietly caught his attention, reaching over to rub his arm.
"Hmm?" He replied, turning his attention towards you.
"What do you want to do on your birthday?" You asked him while closing your laptop. If you had to choose between working another minute, or snuggling the sleepy hunk of a man next to you, you'd always choose the latter.
"My birthday?" Steve furrowed his eyebrows at your question, sounding genuinely confused. "Wasn't gonna celebrate it this year."
His eyes widened at your immediate pout to his statement, but his arms welcomed you and pulled you closer as your body cuddled up to his. He kissed your forehead as you settled in, but you looked up at his sweet face again. "There was only one wrong possible answer to that question, and it's the one you just gave me."
"Holidays are busy for you at work anyway, don't need to add anything else to that chaos." His beard tickled your neck as he shoved his chin onto your shoulder. "I didn't celebrate last year either. It's not that big of a deal."
"You didn't even tell me when your birthday was or that it was coming up." You pouted, sadness lacing into every work you spoke. "If the date wasn't so painfully obvious it would've passed by and I wouldn't have even known, and I feel like you did that on purpose."
"It's okay Sunflower," he mumbled before placing a kiss to your shoulder. "I don't really like my birthday, so I'd rather just skip it."
Your pout deepened even more at his statement. Of course circumstances aren't ideal, he was in hiding so there wasn't much you could even do with or even for him. He couldn't spend it with his friends or chosen family, and it's not like you could take him to a fancy dinner at a fine dining restaurant, but you knew in your heart you could still make the day special.
"Why don't you like it?" You questioned.
The sadness in your eyes was killing him slowly, and quickly melting away the walls around his heart. "I guess I liked it more when I was a kid, but as I've gotten older it's always gotten more complicated. There's always so much pressure surrounding one day of the year and I usually end up on some sort of parade float for the city anyways. It's not really my birthday anymore, I always just feel like a holiday novelty."
"That makes me so sad." You admitted before Steve kissed the pout right off your lips.
"Don't be sad, it's fine." He grabbed your blanket from the couch and pulled it right back over the two of you. "This year has been quite taxing, emotionally and physically so every day I get to spend like this with you feels like a gift. This is all I want."
"You're very stubborn." You noted, shaking your head. "Your mere existence is practically a miracle, and you don't think that's worth celebrating."
"I think you might be the only person who feels that way about me anymore." He mumbled.
That statement made your heartbreak, and caused a physical pain in your chest. You knew now that this was a sensitive subject, and you've probably pushed too far.
"You know damn well that's not true." You said seriously, looking right into his tired eyes. "And I'll prove it to you."
"That sounds a little more than mildly threatening." Steve grinned.
"Good, I'm glad. You should feel threatened." Your arms squeezed him tighter and you snuggled impossibly closer to him. "Because you're very special, and you deserve to feel that way."
"look who's the stubborn one now." Steve raised an eyebrow.
"Happily." You kissed him. "I'm taking advantage of the fact that you're too tired to even argue, but we can drop the subject because I want you to sleep well tonight."
"That's so sweet and so mean at the same time." Steve grinned.
"It comes from a place of good intentions." You clarified.
"I know it does, you have the biggest heart I've ever known." Steve agreed. "So if we must celebrate my birthday, this is all I want. If you happen to find some spare time on the fourth, I will happily spend it with you."
Finally, your pretty smile poked through. "I guess that's better than refusal."
"Shall we agree to disagree and call it a night?" Steve pitched, tucking your hair behind your ear.
"Only because I care about you so much." You laid your head right on his chest.
"No! Don't get cozy!" Steve sleepily giggled. "Let's go to bed."
"Fine, fine." You sat up and let out a yawn as he stood up from the couch and stretched.
He reached out his hand to you, seemingly offering to help you up. But the second you placed your hand in his, he hooked your arm around the back of his neck and picked you up like a groom would his bride.
Your laughter warmed his heart all the way up the stairs, then your arms held him appreciatively as he carefully set you down on your bed and got in next to you.
A few kisses and affirmations of nothing but the sweetest dreams to come was just about all the two of you had any energy for before falling asleep shortly after.
The next morning, Steve went off on his daily run and you headed off to work leaving your mind perfectly free to devise a plan to make his birthday as special as it could possibly be.
You knew he was a very chill guy. He did everything on the down low and never liked to bring too much attention to himself, even when he wasn't in hiding. So if there was one thing you knew for sure, especially after your conversation about it, your plans needed to be just as chill as he was.
You were so chill about it, in fact, time flew by without you even bringing his birthday up again. So as it approached, Steve nearly forgot about it.
The night of July 3rd, your plan started wonderfully. Though the two of you would usually watch a Pixar movie since Steve hadn't seen most of them, you were able to sway him towards the perfect Disney movie... Tangled.
You got him to watch the whole movie with you, and even managed to get both of you through it without either of you falling asleep before the ending.
Ever since you learned about Steve in history class as a teenager, you found his birthday to be rather interesting. The chances of a sickly little boy born on Independence Day growing up to be the face of the country's best fighter was probably less than one in a million.
Every year on his birthday, fireworks lit up the sky over the whole country, much like how every year on Rapunzle's birthday, the entire kingdom let go of lanterns to float in the sky in hopes of finding her.
Perhaps your parallels weren't enough for Steve, he didn't put two and two together. Or maybe he saw some connections but didn't say anything, but regardless, the context was bound to make your plans for his birthday even more special.
The worst part of the whole day was that Steve was correct, holidays at work were very busy so you couldn't take the whole day off to spend with him. But, you still made some arrangements to make his time away from you feel special.
You got up extra early, just about 3 in the morning, to sneak into his house to decorate his living room with balloons, and a cute happy birthday banner you strung across the mantle. Just to cover all your bases since you knew he wouldn't accept any real gifts, you also left him a card with a cute note written inside, all his favorite snacks, a new hat and a super cute hoodie, and a few chocolate chip cookies just for good measure.
A few kisses to his temple while he was asleep, tucking him in tighter before you left, then you were off to work. You pretty much helped customers all day long with the exception of making Steve a birthday cake and decorating a custom sugar cookie order.
When you got off work, you quickly ran home to shower and change into some comfortable clothes before making your way to Steve's house once more.
Using the side gate and entering the back door, you smiled at the sight of Steve walking towards you.
"Happy birthday, Stevie!" You smiled excitedly, happy to finally get to spend time with him.
"Thank you, pretty girl" Steve smiled right back and greeted you with a kiss before pointing at the cake box in your hands. "What's that?"
"Your cake, silly. What else would it be?" You questioned with a giggle and set the box down on the table.
"I have a bone to pick with you." Steve playfully scolded.
"Already?" You questioned. "We haven't even gotten to the fun part!"
"I told you I didn't want this to interfere with your already busy day, and I know you got up early, and I know that took time away from work." He said pointing to the cake box.
"Oh but you're just so cute I can't even help myself." You fake complained. "Plus we actually get to eat this so we both benefit."
"I'll let you get away with it this time, but this behavior is unacceptable." He continued joking, referencing everything you've already done for him.
"Well, don't speak too soon because I have to admit I'm a bit embarrassed about something."
Steve preemptively giggled at your admission as you started opening the top of the cake box. "What happened?"
"I realized while I was making this earlier that you never actually told me how old you are, so I had to secretly google you at work so nobody would know I was making you a cake. Then google was telling me all sorts of nonsense about how old you could be but I refuse to believe what it said, so I had to do math which is not my strong suit." You explained. "All of that is to say I committed, and it could be completely wrong."
He stood behind you with a hand on your lower back, peeking over your shoulder. Never expecting what was to come, he nearly choked on a knot in his throat and had to try really hard to not let tears well in his eyes when you showed him the cake you made.
It was small and round, his favorite color green, perfectly piped borders on the top and bottom, the perfect sprinkle mix, and it read 'Happy Birthday, Stevie!' With candles that said 33.
You looked back at his face to see if you got it right, but you were met with an expression you couldn't quite gauge. With an awkward giggle, you asked the dreaded question "Oh no, it's wrong huh? How old are you?"
"No, no, you got it right." Steve shook his head and finally got himself to smile and chuckle at his own reaction. He wrapped his arms about you from behind. "It's just- this is the first time I've ever had a cake that wasn't red white and blue. I really love it, it's so pretty. Thank you so much"
"What? That makes no sense. Your favorite color is green so why would you have a red white and blue cake?" You asked as if it was the easiest, most obvious choice.
You didn't even realize how much something so simple to you meant to him. He knew two things for sure right then and there, the first being that him being captain america meant so little to you that you couldn't even fathom why he hated his birthday so much, and the second being you were the only person since the 40's to make him feel like himself again. You didn't use his birthday as an opportunity to make jokes about how old he was or what had happened to him, and you put forth your best effort to separate it from the holiday. He was so sure this moment was when he was certain he wanted to marry you.
"You're too good to me" Steve shook his head before kissing the top of yours.
"Save it for later, we're just starting the celebration." You smiled, turning around to face him. There was no containing your chuckle as he kissed you yet again. "Would you like 33 kisses today?"
"That's not enough." Steve denied, the blush in his cheeks spreading to the tip of his nose. "Some would say I'm actually turning 99 today. I would like 100 kisses. One extra for good luck"
"Oh, so now you actually tell me what you want?" You smiled. "My lips might fall off but that's a price I'm willing to pay."
"Okay then we probably shouldn't test that theory." He regretfully let you go.
"Here's the deal Rogers, I’m about to kidnap you and take you on a little hike so I need you to put on some comfortable clothes and get your beautiful booty in my car.” You pointed your finger at him. “I don’t want to hear any complaints!”
“Yes ma’am” Steve agreed with a smile before turning around to walk up the stairs. “Beautiful booty…” he repeated your words to yourself.
“And don’t you forget it!” You called out to him.
While you waited for him, you put the cake in the fridge but eventually got him into the car. After a short drive through the town and a relatively short hike up a hill, you set up a picnic at the very tippy top.
Together you sat on a plush blanket and ate Steve’s current favorite food which was ever changing, watched the sunset, and chatted away while waiting for the main event to start.
The sun fully left for the night at around 8pm, leaving nothing but the stars above you and crickets chirping to mask the sound of silence. You did eventually turn on and tune the little radio you brought with you to the right station that will synchronize with the towns firework show.
With a few minutes to spare, you finally explained. “The sunset was lovely, but I have ulterior motives.”
“Oh yeah?” Steve’s lopsided smile poked through. “Do tell more.”
“I told you I was going to prove to you that you’re very special and everyone else still thinks so.” You pulled a pair of headphones out of your backpack. “I made you watch tangled for a reason.”
“What’s the reason?” He asked curiously.
“Every year on her birthday, rapunzel watches the lanterns from her bedroom window because she thinks they’re beautiful and helped her feel less trapped in the tower she was stuck in. She always felt like they were meant for her since they always happened on her birthday.” You explained. “I know being on the run also has you feeling quite stuck, but I think it’s beautiful that every year on your birthday the whole sky is filled with fireworks like they’re meant for you. This is the best view point from the whole town, but it’s always empty because nobody knows it’s here. I thought maybe we could watch them together, and maybe it’ll bring you some peace when you see how many really light up the sky. In the least creepy way possible, before I even knew you I always thought of you on this day and really took a moment to appreciate how your existence inadvertently affected my life and so many others. If thats just what little old me was thinking about, imagine how many millions of people are still out there thinking of you tonight”
Steve looked dumbfounded for a few moments even after you explained. You continued to blow him away, and never ceased to know exactly what he needed to hear in the hardest moments in this crazy newfound life as a nomad. He didn’t quite find the words to respond before you started talking again.
“I know that sometimes someone in your line of work can have a hard time with the sounds that come along with fireworks, so I brought you some noise canceling headphones just in case. Or we can always just head home if you don’t want to..” you became a bit unsure of your choice when you realized you could damn near send the man into a panic attack.
“No. No this is perfect.” Steve shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat once more. He had no idea he could ever be loved this much, so much that you didn’t even have to say it with words for him to know it was true. “I don’t even know what to say. I think this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”
You smiled and snuggled up to his side. Tightly wrapping your arms around him, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“You don’t have to say anything at all.” You rested your head on his shoulder. “I think they’re going to start any minute now. Would you like the headphones?”
“I don’t need them when I have you to protect me.” He grinned and rested his head on top of yours.
Over the radio played an announcement that the display was now starting.
“Okay here’s the part where I prove to you that you’re still America’s sweetheart.” You told him. “If I remember correctly, every year the show starts with…”
Steve started laughing as Star Spangled Man started playing on the radio, and fireworks illuminated the sky. From up close and from a distance, the view was so good he could see them from neighboring towns miles and miles away.
“You know this song, right?” You asked Steve sarcastically. You knew damn well he had heard the song about him hundreds of times on his USO tour.
“No, I’ve never heard it before” he responded just as sarcastically.
“You know, if the hatred for you was actually as bad as it feels for you, they would’ve stopped using this song last year.” You explained. “But look, it’s still here and people still love it, and people still love you. Even in this teeny tiny town that doesn’t even know you’re living in it.”
Steve nodded in understanding and he choked back more tears. He wrapped his arms around you just as tightly as you held him, and for the remaining 25 minutes both of you were so mesmerized by the lit up sky no more words were spoken to each other until after the grand finale.
The very last firework in the sky fizzled away, and he finally found the words. “You were right.”
You smiled. “It wasn’t about me being right, I just wanted you to have a good day.”
“I’m not even exaggerating, but I think this might be the best birthday I’ve ever had.” He said genuinely. “Thank you, I don’t think you’ll ever know how much I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome, sweet boy. Even if this is the only birthday of yours we get to spend together, I hope you know that every year when the fireworks go off, where ever we are in the world, I’ll always be thinking of you.” You kissed his lips.
“That might be even sweeter than the cake waiting for us at home.” Steve smiled, taking your words to heart.
“The only thing that’s between us and that cake is a hike down a hill.”
“In the complete dark.” Steve added. “Doesn’t that scare you?”
“Not when I have you to protect me.” You admitted, standing up to start the process of making your way back to the cake. Steve stood up, and under the moonlight he just looked to beautiful you couldn’t even resist giving him yet another hug.
He happily accepted, and rubbed your back in appreciation.
“Happy birthday, Steve.”
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stanlunter · 2 months ago
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My headcanons for Scott Pilgrim characters sexualities:
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All are based btw
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snorpdawg · 1 year ago
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Autistic Headcanons: Wambus Troubleham (Bugsnax, 2020)
“I must look mighty foolish stickin' to my guns like this. But you don't give up just ‘cause things get tough. If nobody else believes in me, I gotta believe in myself.”
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