Did you really convince little Steve Rogers that the fireworks on the fourth of July were for his birthday?
that was the handiwork of one mrs sara rogers, who used to take her little asthmatic arrhythmic tiny baby son on the roof to watch the fireworks on his birthday. (mostly so that they didnt have to be in the apartment with steves dad, who had shellshock which he medicated with waaaay too much alcohol, and he was always worse on the fourth, since it sounded like there were explosions going off everywhere. steves dad died when he was three, and my ma said once that mrs rogers might have missed him, but she didnt miss the bruises he left.)
as it happened, that was how i first met steve–on the roof of the building when i was four and he was turning three. i actually remember it, which is pretty incredible considering how old i was and how swiss-cheese my brain is. but there was mrs sara, with her tiny little baby on her hip. i’d never seen anybody so fair-skinned and blonde as mrs sara and stevie, and the lights off the fireworks painted them all sorts of colors. most of the other little kids were crying and had to be brought inside because the noise scared them, but not baby stevie–he was reaching his little bitty baby hands up, trying to grab the sparkly fireworks. probably the noise didnt bother him because he was partially deaf, but mrs sara always insisted that it was just that he had more courage than could fit inside him.
generally, she also mentioned that all that courage had taken up the space where his common sense was supposed to be.
when steve was three, he said his favorite color was america–by which he meant red, white, and blue, because that was the colors for his birthday, and everyone always celebrated with him.
even after mrs sara died, us barneses kept up the fireworks story, and i passed it on to the howlies eventually.
i dont know how old steve was when he figured out that the whole city wasnt just throwing him a huge birthday celebration, but im sure that if you asked him, he’d still insist the fireworks were for him.
whatever PR schmuck decided to name him captain america probably had no idea how accurate a name it was.
“Says here, you’ve nearly done your time, scheduled to leave tomorrow. That right kid?” my trainer said, riffling through my paperwork, filling out my time sheet. I knew by the half smirk crawling across his face that there was something up.
“Yes sir… Today’s my last training day…” I said, trying to keep a straight face. I’d learned a while ago not to show any attitude to him, or anyone who runs this place. It only tacks time, or other ridiculous punishments to your sentence.
“Well, we’re just going to have to postpone your release. You haven’t met the weight requirement Judge Andrews sentenced you with. 6 months and 110lbs, sound about right? The scale doesn’t lie kid, you’ve got 10 more pounds to go. I’m thinking, 6 weeks should do it.” he said, not bothering to hide his wicked grin. He enjoyed his job far too much.
“Ye… Yes sir.” I said, clenching one of my fists. I could feel my blood boiling, one of the side effects to the supplements they pumped into our food. It was hard not to lose control, feeling an unnatural rage building up as I watched him sign the extension forms.
6 months ago, I’d gotten into a fight with Mark, one of the Football players at school. The team was having a laugh, calling all the swimmers fags and prissy boys. I was the captain of our Swim team, so after asking him to knock it off, he threw the first punch, and I lost it. In out scramble, I managed to knock him down, went to kick him in the crotch for good measure, but he’d squirmed out of the way, and my foot collided with his knee, shattering it. The hospital said he’d never be able to play again, which meant he lost his Scholarship.
His family sued the school, and my family. They tried to milk millions from the town, and wanted our house as settlement. My lawyer was the best we could afford, and managed to win my case, but the school’s lawyer was better. In the end the school settled, but I was sentenced to 6 months, and 110lbs at the Boys Reformatory, in reparation for ruining Mark’s future. No one would tell me what the hell that meant before I was carted off across the state, dumped at a facility that looked like a prison, and left to fend for myself.
As you can see, I found out exactly what it meant the hard way. After the initial orientation, where they gave me my uniforms, a tour of the facility, and a booklet or rules, I was thrown into the routine the next day:
-30 minutes early breakfast, which consisted of 2000 carefully counted calories worth of food, all balanced for perfect nutrition and energy boosting.
-3-hour workout, which was mostly cardio based.
-7 hours hard labor for most of the afternoon.
-30 minutes for lunch, which was 3500 calories, this time protein packed.
-2 hours of classes to keep up with what my regular school was teaching.
-3-hour workout, this time far more grueling, heavy lifting, strength training.
-30-hour for dinner, which again was geared towards optimal athletic progress. For me, it was 2500 calories.
-30 minutes of free time, in which most of us decided to take a shower. Although the water was always cold, it still felt amazing on our throbbing bodies after each hard day’s grind.
-7-hours for sleep. It wasn’t hard to get exactly that, as each of us was required to take a medley of nightly supplements, which included a sedative.
Day in and day out, repetition. Most of the guys here had been for a while, so they were already massive. But me, I’d learned quickly that I’d look just like them by the end of my stint. It’d only take a week for me to find insane changes in my body. My muscles were constantly aching, soaking in the fuel from the insane meals, and what I assumed were low dose steroids in everything we ate. I found myself being more aggressive, losing my temper more often, having to go to the Councilor to learn to keep my cool.
After 3 months, I was already too big to swim, my body was bulked up, bloated, heavy, my shoulders and biceps making my arms hang out to side. My thighs rubbed, and you could hear me coming by the heavy, stomping footfalls. Lumbering, that’s what I was reduced to. A big lumbering brute.
I stunk constantly. My trainer chalked it up to the hormones and supplements rushing through me, aided by the grueling workout routines and hard labor. I was going through clothing sizes almost every week. My chest was so big I’d ripped through t-shirts, my arms were getting too big for sleeves. Embarrassingly, I’d had to request larger boxer briefs, as my cock and balls had outgrown those as well. I’d tried to hide it, but the too small undies would squeeze my nuts, causing me to lash out.
And now, I’d found out I’d be here for another 6 weeks. Apparently, I hadn’t gained the required 110lbs missing it by only 10, which was insane in the first place! What was the point of all this! I mean, look at my shirt! It’s already too small, and this is the largest size they have on hand, without having order out. My underwear is already starting to bind up around my balls… and I can feel my toes squashed up against the size 17 sneakers they’d given me this morning. How big do I need to be?!
6 weeks later, and an added 10 pounds, I was lumbering out the doors, a free man. I reeked, not having time to shower after the last workout, my clothes were tearing with each step I took, but I was free. One last meeting with my lawyer had revealed that, because I ruined Mark’s chances of playing football ever again, the Judge and the School’s lawyer had settled for me to, “be too large to swim on the team ever again” and at 223lbs of thickly packed solid muscle, I’d fulfilled the settlement.
prompt: Takes place when Liam ‘ressurects’ Theo with Kira’s sword.
Liam, Hayden , Mason and you discuss about Liam’s plan of buying a lightning rod to catch ghost riders.
“A lightning rod costs 25 hundred dollars…” Mason trails off. Liam and you grimace, not knowing what else to do.
You guys were able to figure out that Mr.Douglas saw the ghost riders, asking him for help. Mr.Douglas explains how he can’t even build a conduit that could even absorb that much energy.
As you all walk out of his classroom in defeat, Liam speaks up.
“What if… we find someone that can absorb that much lightning?” Liam suggests, you and Hayden turn around to face him.
“ I don’t think even Kira can absorb that much energy” Hayden huffs at Liam’s bizarre idea.
“Josh did it, he ate electricity” Liam states; you raise your eyebrows.
“ Good job Liam. You did it. Now lets go resurrect the dead” you sarcastically say.
“ Josh may be dead but his powers aren’t” Liam says looking down. Your breath hitched.
What is this boy suggesting right now?
“Liam….” Hayden trails, looking at him suspiciously.
Hours later, Mason comes by to pick you up.
You bite your lip nervously, unsure of what Liam has in plan; hoping that it doesn’t involve who you think it involves.
You close your eyes drifting off as mason sped through the streets.
‘Hi, name’s Theo Raeken…..’
‘That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl’
‘Babe! Come take a picture with me ‘
‘You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met ‘
‘Shut up Raeken’
‘ I love you y/n’
‘…. I love you too’
Your eyes open as Mason abruptly stops the car. You rub your eyes vigorously; not believing you even bothered to think about him.
Every step you took leading to the tunnel got heavier, your heart pounding. You see Liam and Hayden eyeing you.
“You Okay y/n?” Hayden asks, placing her hand on your shoulder. You glance at Liam to see him looking away from you. Your heart gets heavier.
“I don’t know”
You guys start walking into the tunnels to be greeted by Mrs. Yukimura and Kira’s sword. She hands it to Liam telling him whatever happens, Liam will be at fault.
At this point you were shaking in fear, you already know what’s going to happen.
The last time you saw him he was dragged into the ground. You cried endlessly. Your love literally was dragged into hell.
You watch as Liam stabs the concrete with the sword; Hayden tried stopping him but was too late.
You watch as a familiar hand sticks out of the ground, you grab onto Hayden; not believing what’s actually happening.
He jumps out of the ground and grabs Liam by the collar.
Yelling and asking where is his sister; then continues to scream that he’s gonna kill us all.
Hayden quickly jumps in and pleads with Theo, explaining that they brought him back. You stand there heavily breathing, not knowing what to do.
Liam retaliates and grabs Theo, yelling that he’ll send him back. You look up to stare at Liam.
“No” you said lowly. Theo and Liam turn to you.
You watch as Theo’s eyes widen.
“Babe…” you heart jumps out of your body as those words left his lips. Your emotions overwhelm you.
So there’s only one solution.
You turn around and quickly ran out of the tunnel, seeing him after all he’s done, scared you.
You hear heavy footsteps gaining onto you, you push a little harder to run faster but to no avail. Strong arms wrap around you forcing you to stop.
You hadn’t noticed earlier, but tears were streaming down your face like waterfalls.
“y/n calm down” he whispers, holding onto you.
“ LET ME GO” you scream, thrashing around. All the things he’s done to your friends, the people he has killed, rushes through your head.
“ y/n its me” he says softly
“ yeah, a god fucking murderer let go of me!” you yell, thrashing around will only exhaust you, so you stopped, just silently cried.
Seeing you like this, pained Theo. He did what he had to do to survive with the dread doctors, to protect you. His heart aches seeing you sob so much over the fear of him. He listens to your heart beat, the one thing that calmed him, is now pounding out of control.
He closes his eyes, as he intakes your scent he has yearned for forever. He slowly lets you go, knowing that he has lost you forever.
You quickly made distance between the two of you, wiping your tears angrily.
“I’m sorry y/n” he says sadly, looking down.
“Fuck off” you growl.
“ Theo we brought you out so you could help us with the ghost riders, they took our friends and a whole lot of others” Liam interjects. you feel Theo’s eyes scanning you, so you walk towards Hayden.
“ I’ll do it, anything for y/n” he says staring at you.
“ what a dickwad” you whisper into Hayden’s back, currently hiding from him; like a small child.
Theo chuckles a little.
Good to know her personality hasn’t changed at all
“Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it” Theo huffs, glancing at Liam.
Don’t worry Y/n, I’m going to protect you whether you like it or not.
prompt: the last ten months of your relationship with lin and he shows up at your doorstep
pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader
word count: 2,790 someoNE TAKE THE ALPHABET AWAY FROM ME
warnings: mentions of sex, light swearing probably, lil bit of angst
a/n: i’m actually really proud of this but lemme know what u think xoxoxoxo
You heard the knock on your door but tried to ignore it. It was 2:03 a.m., and you had a show tomorrow. When the pounding got louder, you groaned. Grumbling, you blindly patted your nightstand looking for your glassed. Pushing them onto your face, you pulled yourself towards the door.
You had barely hiked up your sweats by the time you saw him.
He was soaked to the bone, dripping on your front step. You had to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing this right, the previous ten months flashing before you as he breathed out:
ten months before.
You had been studying there for no more than an hour when the door chimed. Usually, you were the only one here. The coffee shop was practically off the grid and on the verge of going bankrupt, so the signal of a customer surprised you. Nevertheless, you went back to studying for your chemistry exam.
But when you heard his laugh, your head shot up. He was on the phone. You tried to go back to your work again.
Each time though, it got harder and harder to solve the never ending equations in front of you. Sighing, you threw your pencil down.
The brunette two tables away turned. Sheepishly, you mumbled an apology. He had his computer out now, probably working on something. He smiled though, something you don’t see often enough in New York.
“Whatcha working on?” he added before you could ignore him.
You looked down at your work before responded, “Chemistry,” you sighed.
“Yikes,” he laughed, “I failed that as a sophomore.”
That made you grin, turning a little so you could see him more clearly.
“What about you?” you pushed. His smiled grew, making your chest swirl,
“This,” he said, patting his computer, “is my current pride and joy.”
Your eyebrows shot up, interested.
“I’m writing a musical.” he said. You instinctively leaned forward, wanting to hear more. “It’s about Alexander Hamilton.”
“First Secretary of Treasury.”
His eyes lit up, “Yeah!”
He moved his chair closer, “I’m Lin,” he said as he extended his hand.
“Y/N,” you smiled.
nine months before
He saw you again. Every day for a month. He would sit in his seat, maintaining his distance, not wanting to push you. He showed up every day at three and got nervous when you weren’t there. Once, after about three weeks of this, he this slip. You blushed at his concern. However, knowing that you weren’t going to be there today, you left a note for the barista.
He arrived at the cafe, immediately searching for you, ready to share his new ideas with you for the show. When he saw the empty cafe, he panicked.
“Chill, dude. She left you a note,” the barista said, pointing to your usual table. Sure enough, there was a white piece of paper labeled: Lin
He rushing to read it, he nearly tripped over the chair in front of him. The barista rolled her eyes at him.
Reaching the paper, his eyes scanned the words quickly.
I have an interview today. I’ll see you tomorrow. Finish Helpless - I can’t get it out of my head and I won’t be satisfied until I hear the ending.
ps: barista is grumpy today. play nice.
Lin smiled at the letter. He read it over and over, and practically had it memorized by the time he ordered his coffee. He was trying, really. He was trying really hard not to fall for you. But every time he saw you, he couldn’t tell if his heart stopped or if it just started beating really, really fast.
eight months before
Coffee has progressed. He had convinced you to go to a sandwich place downtown, and then a bookstore, and then his apartment. Nothing was labeled, and that seemed to make it both easier and harder.
Easier in the sense that you knew if you said something wrong, he wouldn’t flip. Harder in the sense that all you wanted was to feel his smirk against your lips.
Lin was banging working on a new song for the show as you read. Eventually, he got frustrated and slammed his hands on the keys, causing you to jump. He mumbled an apology, embarrassed.
You offered a small smile, getting up and walking towards him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and his instinctively reached for them. You felt your heart flutter.
“Play it for me,” you tried.
He huffed, “It sucks.”
You shrugged, “Play it anyways.” And so he did. You made him slide over so you could side beside him on the piano bench. He felt your head fall on his shoulder. Lin didn’t even realize when his hand left the keys and grasped your own.
You didn’t leave until midnight, and he had almost convinced you to stay over. But you declined, you had an interview tomorrow. Before you left, he kissed your cheek.
When you woke up the following morning, you still hadn’t stopped blushing.
seven months before
He felt different. Maybe it was the way your dress held to you, maybe it was the fact it was Valentines day. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t defined the relationship. Maybe it was the bottle of red wine you two split. Maybe it was you. But Lin was far too warm.
It was probably the alcohol.
It was most definitely you.
The day before, he had offered to take you out for dinner “as friends.” You obliged, happy to spend time with him. The two of you had become practically inseparable, almost everyone noticing.
Your roommate, Kate, had even forced you into some red dress that nearly two sizes too small. Still, the look Lin gave you when you walked towards him that night made the fact that you couldn’t breathe manageable.
“You look stunning,” he gushed.
That night, he kissed you.
You were standing on the doorstep to your apartment, positive Kate was waiting up for you. He hadn’t made a move, and you almost left. But then his eyes were on you, and then his hands were, and then his lips were.
Feverishly, you clutched onto his jacket, pulling him flush against you. You could feel his smile against your lips. You were flying.
As he walked home, - well, more like skipped home - he texted his buddy Anthony.
Is ten minutes too soon to call?
How much do you like her?
Way more than I probably should.
Then you should’ve called her five minutes ago.
six months before
Some called it sexual tension, some called it chemistry. You called it teasing, he called it a curse.
So, after making out with him nearly every night - because God, that boy was a fantastic kisser - you started to feel a little guilty; maybe he wanted more.
You remembered stressing about it the night before. You absolutely wanted to sleep with him. Just the thought of his hands on you had you dropped into a puddle.
Still, you weren’t sure if he’d like you after. What if all he wants is sex? What if I’m not that good? He’s going to leave me.
Stop it, you thought. Lin wasn’t like that…right?
When you rang his doorbell the following day, he was wearing a teeshirt and sweats. Still, seeing you all dressed up in the maroon dress Kate had picked out the night before, he panicked.
“Did I forget we had a date? You look beautiful - I can go change. God, you look beautiful -” he was rambling.
You laughed lightly and shook your head. Walking into his apartment, you swallowed your pride.
“We need to have sex.”
He gaped, stumbling over his words, “Uh -”
You held a hand up, “We need to have sex.”
He took a step towards you. Bashfully, he muttered something to his feet. Immediately, you turned, “What?”
“I’m not ready,” he said again, this time stronger.
You blanched, repeating yourself, “What?”
“I really, really like you. And I want to have sex with you, God - I want to have sex with you, but I don’t want to ruin it if we do. I want it to be special with you, because - because, you’re special.”
You paused before taking his hand, “I thought I was making you wait. I didn’t want you to leave me because we weren’t having sex.”
Lin’s smile calmed your nerves, “I’m not going anywhere.”
five months before
Being with him was like standing too close to the sun. Your whole body was constantly burning, but there was never a dull moment. Everything was always moving with him. He was kinetic energy.
But your favorite moments were the ones at piece. Where the furniture, people, lives around you were in constant motion, but you were there. With him. Calm.
He was the eye of the hurricane; everything was quiet, for just a moment.
Times like these were rare: when his hips rolled over yours; when he would ask to try on your glasses to make fun of how blind you were; when he would buy your favorite ice cream, knowing you wouldn’t pick it up yourself; when you had to wear a scarf to cover up last night’s kisses; when he held you.
They were small, but they made your chest feel light and your toes tingle. So when he came home that night, pizza in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other, you couldn’t shake the thought of loving him. You couldn’t shake the thought that this man was changing your life and you were doing exactly what you told yourself not to do: falling in love with him.
Still, just a week he said it first. He didn’t mean to. He was hanging up the phone with you when it happened.
“I’ve got to stay late today,” he said. He was at a workshop for Hamilton, the play finally coming together.
“Okay,” you said, working around the kitchen. You had planned to cook, but now that he wouldn’t be home for a while, you grabbed a box of CheeseItz and sat on the couch.
Lin signed something Karen had brought over, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear.
“I miss you.”
You heard him chuckle lightly, “I miss you more.”
“Get back to work,” you teased.
“Okay, okay. I’ll see you when I get home.”
You had both hung up before you realized what happened. Calling back so quickly, he had barely hung up the phone.
“Babe?” he asked, concerned.
“I love you too.”
four months before
You two had a big fight. It was bad. Your words were sharp as angry tears streamed down your face.
It was the first time in weeks that you had slept at your own apartment, slamming his door on the way out.
Kate held you as you cried, forcing you to turn off your phone as the endless dings only made you cry harder.
You didn’t sleep that night, so when you walked into the coffee shop, desperately in need of caffeine, you nearly broke down again at the sight of him.
Clearly, he hadn’t slept either. His hair was sticking up and his eyes were tired. The bags under them seemed to grow each day after work, but today seemed especially bad.
He sat at the table, nursing a cup of coffee. Beside him was a bouquet of peonies next to him. You couldn’t mute the quick intake of air, snapping his eyes to yours. After a beat, he stood and took a step closer you.
Simultaneously, you blurted out, “I’m sorry.”
He held you that night. And it was all you needed.
three months before
Lin left the week before. He was doing an interview in California and wouldn’t be back until the following Friday.
You were bored, honestly. You were bored of a quiet house. But worse than being bored? You missed him.
God, you missed him like hell. You missed the sound of his voice. You missed his endless piano playing. You missed his sweet notes you found of the counter when you woke up after him. You missed Sunday morning breakfasts where he would make blueberry pancakes and kiss you, tasting like maple syrup. You missed his warmth at night. You missed him.
So when your phone vibrated around 4:30 in the morning the following day, you checked it immediately.
from: Lin I love you
You laughed lightly before your phone went off again.
from: Lin I didn’t say that enough today
two months before
“What if they don’t like me?” you asked anxiously, refusing to get out of the car.
“Y/N, you have nothing to worry about. They are going to adore you.”
You bounced your leg. He wanted you to meet his parents. Tugging slightly at your dress, you huffed before taking his hand. He shut the door behind you, pushing you against it.
“They,” he started, kissing your nose.
“Are,” Your forehead.
“Love…” Neck - you stopped him, pushing lightly. You knew if he kept going, he was going to get whatever he wanted. So, with the dignity you had left, you stalked in front of him and made sure to sway your hips a little more than usual. He whistled before running to catch up with you.
(For the record, they did love you.)
one month before
He told you this might happen. He did. He told you that the play was gaining popularity and that if it were anything like In The Heights, it might be crazy. You didn’t expect him to be gone so much though.
But as nights got later, and weekends away got longer, you started to worry if he had forgotten about you.
Your fears rang true when he forgot to call home and tell you he was flying to Vegas for an interview.
Lin called the following day when he remembered that he said he would call… yesterday. He was even more scared when you didn’t yell at him. When your voice was calm. It was so calm, that he almost missed it.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“Y/N,” he breathed.
You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there. After a moment more of the only sound being the rain pounding on the roof, you sighed.
You shook your head, “No.”
“Wait -” he tried, but you stopped him.
This time, sharper, “No. You - you don’t get to do that. You can’t just disappear from my life and leave me and then a month later come back and pretend like everything is okay and that I’m just going to forget how bad you hurt me -”
“Y/N, let me explain -”
“No! You don’t get to. You don’t get to stand here, all… all wet and sad and expect me to just accept it!” He was getting closer.
“No!” You tried to shut the door, angry tears running down your face. He stopped you, dripping on your door mat.
“Y/N, you don’t know how hard I’ve tried to walk away. You don’t know how hard I’ve tried to forget your smile and your laugh and your touch but, but God, I can’t! Okay? I can’t.” You had stopped pushing him by now.
“Every day, I go to work and I sing these songs and I do these interviews and all I can think about is you. All I can think about is how awful I was at the end and how much I need you in my life, okay?” You were barely breathing.
“Every day, I sit and wonder: how the hell did I let you slip away? How the hell did I let the best thing that has ever happened to me slip away?” He had started to pace.
“Every day, you were perfect. Every day, you loved me no matter the mistakes I made. And every day, I left. And every damn day, you stayed. And God, I should’ve stayed. God, I should’ve stayed.” He stopped, turning to face you. You took a step forward.
“God, I should’ve stayed,” he managed before you cut him off, pushing your lips onto his. You weren’t sure if the water on his face was from the rain or his tear, but you clutched him like he was going to disappear into thin air at a moments notice.
“You’re here now,” you finally said. Your lungs burned. Your eyes burned. Your heart burned. Everything burned. But he was there. And he held you. And he stayed.
Happy National Dog Day to my partner in crime, Louie! He certainly has come a long way since we got him from the pound almost three years ago. Love your pets unconditionally because they’re the purest thing in this world.
This is my lovely dog May although she’s better known as Meebles! I got her from the pound when I first moved out and we’ve been best friends ever since. She loves going driving (as long as she gets shot gun) and is the greatest adventurer that I ever could have hoped for 💞