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i've talked a lot about the ways that ted and jamie's dad-trauma intersects and how they have trouble understanding each other as a result, but honestly i think them processing their trauma would only fix like 50% of the problem because fundamentally ted is a man who communicates through metaphors and word play and long, winding stories, and jamie got bonked by the literal-mindedness end of the autism stick

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your steve rogers is EVERYTHING to me u really get him u do u do

Oh ty ty

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Happy Birthday Steve Rogers!!

I made this drawing thinking about Steve coming back from a bad day, a failed mission. He's so sad about it that he forgot his own birthday, so his awesome team and boyfriend (Bucky, obviously) greet him with a surprise party, and he has mixed feelings.

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It’s so unfair i don’t get to see where evolution will go in 50 million years

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It's July 4, 1944 and Bucky manages to sneak a pain au chocolat from a nearby bakery. They’ve been in France for nearly a month, but now, they’re blessedly on leave.

It's nearly 6:00 in the morning, and Steve is still asleep, which is unlike him. But, Bucky supposes, even Steve hits his wall eventually. He smiles to himself, perching on the edge of the lumpy hotel bed they've been granted for the week. Digging in his pocket, he fishes out his lighter and the candle Dum Dum had found for him in the lobby.

"Stevie," he murmurs, reaching out to jostle Steve's ankle. Steve snorts and slurps up the drool that had been snaking down the side of his face.

"Huh?" He blinks, then turns to look at Bucky. His hair is sticking up, the cowlick at the back making him look like a proper cockatoo. Bucky smiles. So much has changed, but some things-- some innate parts of themselves-- haven't been touched.

"Happy birthday, pal," Bucky says, sticking the candle in the pain au chocolat and lighting it. Steve sits up, smiling sleepily.

"Aw, Buck," he says, voice still thick with sleep, and god, Bucky wants to nestle him under his ribcage. Keep him safe in this moment. "You didn't hafta--"

"Shut up and make a wish," Bucky says, scooting closer, and it's like they're 9 and 10 years old again, and Bucky is still convincing him that the fireworks are for him.

Steve closes his eyes, crosses his fingers. Takes a deep breath. He blows out the candle, then leans forward to peck Bucky on the mouth. Unspoken, as it always had been between them.

"What'd you wish for?" Bucky asks.

"Can't tell you that," Steve says, then rips the pain au chocolat in half. "Split this with me?"

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It's July 4, 2025 and their brownstone is bustling with people. Peter is playing with Morgan and Clint's kids on the splash pad and slip n' slide outside. Tony and Rhodey are manning the grill. Nat and Thor are working double time on the blenders to churn out frozen margaritas by the dozen.

Steve sighs, looking around, chest swelling with pride. His family-- his whole family-- is here. With him. Alive and whole and working as one.

Bucky sidles up next to him, sipping a frozen strawberry margarita.

"Enjoying your party?" Bucky asks.

Steve bites his lip, takes another sip. He reaches out, taking Bucky's hand.

"Remember during the war, when you got me that pain au chocolat?" he asks.

Bucky screws his face up in the way that he does when he's trying to remember something from right before he was taken.

"And I used that huge candle Dum Dum got me from the candelabra in the lobby?" "Yeah, the one that was at least two times the length of the actual pain au chocolat," Steve said, laughing. "Yes, that time. You asked me what I wished for." He gestures around. "This, here. With you. That we'd survive and build a family together."

"Oh," Bucky whispers, and when Steve looks over, he's a little misty around the eyes.

Steve laughs, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, don't get sappy on me, you idiot," he says, pulling Bucky in.

Bucky laughs, teary. "You started it!"

"Maybe I did," Steve says, leaning in to kiss Bucky.

And yeah, they made it. Together.

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Happy Birthday, Stevie-boy!!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR DRAMATIC KING, STEVEN GRANT ROGERS (July 4th, 1918)

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The man is going out with a bang!!! I am sobbing😢😢😢absolutely incredible!!!!

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currently thinking of the time that aaron tveit sneezed mid-roxanne and continued singing like nothing happened

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Star this star that

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Bucky as a father🥹

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Well, things aren’t so bad. Food’s a lot better. We used to boil everything. No polio is good. CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER, 2014 dir. The Russo Brothers

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My 2016 obsession is having a resurgence, have some domestic Stucky inspired by vintage couples illustrations

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“But remember, there are two ways to dehumanize someone: by dismissing them, and by idolizing them.”

-David Wong

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obligatory leyendecker-style bucky and steve

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getting a good grade in girl talk

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