soph ❦

infj | scorpio | gryffindor | she/they

[waltricia]

I genuinely love this candle symbolism.

For her, it’s been burning. For him, it’s finally igniting.

( And actually his candle is already low and a liiittttle bit lit, implying the love was always there, burning so low as to not be noticed, but surely burning nonetheless 🔥♥️ )

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dancing in the rain / steve rogers

word count: 645.

warnings: none.

— imagine dancing in the rain with Steve...

It has been raining nonstop in Upstate New York for the past two days. That means you and the rest of the Avengers' crew have spent the past two days inside the building. It seems on rainy days, the city rests, including the criminals.

Everyone has been trying to occupy themselves by playing video games, reading, training, and listening to music. Today, Tony is blaring AC/DC music on the bust, "Have you ever thought about turning that down?" Bucky yells at him over the music.

Tony smirked, "Nope, the thought never crossed my mind." He shouts back.

"Hey Tony, is the speaker waterproof?" Steve walks over to the speaker and turns the music down.

"Yes Cap, it's a $3,000 speaker. I sure hope it's at least waterproof. Now, what do you think you're doing?"

"mind if I borrow it for a bit?" Steve picks up the speaker.

"Well, it's already in your hands so I can't really say no."

Steve winks, "good answer Stark." —

You are lying on top of your bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what mission lies ahead. A single knock on your bedroom door cuts off your thought.

"Hey y/n, it's me," you hear Steve say.

"Come on in," you call out.

The door opens, revealing a smiley Steve and a large black speaker in his left hand.

"Are you here to confess your love to me by singing with a speaker over your head?" you laugh,

"Ah I've already done that. I'm here to take you outside," Steve replied, walking towards you,

"I know you have, but I wouldn't mind hearing it again from time to time."

"Love, you know I tell you how much I adore you about 100 times a day."

"That's really true, I sometimes get sick of hearing it."

Steve giggles, "I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that and I'm gonna steal you now." He takes his empty hand, gently takes your left hand, and puts it in his. He helps you up from your bed and leads you down the large stairs at the end of the hall.

"So where are you taking me, Steve?" you question

"I thought we could go outside."

"In the rain?"

"Yes, In the rain."

You give him a confused look, and he gives you his brown leather jacket to wear, "aren't you gonna wear a coat? You're gonna freeze or get sick?" you ask.

"Honey, I think you forget who you're dating sometimes. I've already spent enough time frozen."

You both step into the elevator, and Steve presses the 1st-floor button. As you go down the elevator, Steve takes out his phone and searches for something on the screen. He returns his phone in his pocket and holds your hand again when the elevator opens.

—

Once you both are outside the tower, he takes his phone out again, and the song from Howl Moving Castle starts playing from the speaker. It was the Merry Go Round of Life. Howls Moving Castle is one of Steve's favourite movies. Sometimes, he wishes you and him could live in a quiet, magical place where no one knows your name. To have the chance is to run away from all the madness that being an avenger comes with.

You both started slowly dancing to the music in the rain. You look up at Steve with a peaceful expression displayed on your face. He moves your wet hair out of your face, "I would love every version of you y/n. Just like Howl and Sophie love each other no matter what. I just love you endlessly."

"I love you to the moon and back, Steve. You are mine forever and always." You lay your head on his chest.

You continue to dance and hold each other for an hour. You are deeply enjoying the comfort of you both being so close.

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cuddles / conrad fisher

warnings: mentions of food.

word count: 633.

— imagine conrad being really clingy towards you . . .

conrad has been your boyfriend for about a year now. he loves to constantly be around you and loves when you're in his personal space, but he tries his best not to show you how clingy he really is.

one time when you went away for a weekend on a camping trip with some of your best friends and he felt like it was a lifetime before you returned to his arms. he always needs you to be his space, and where you aren't around he doesn't know how to act.

this summer you started working a job at the county club with jeremiah and steven. during your work day, conrad would try to distract himself by going sailing, surfing and sometimes just cleaning. today he was going to be picking you up after work. when you stepped outside you saw his red jeep in the parking lot. you can see his eyes closed with his head swaying up and down and side to side. you knock on the passenger side window, he opens his eyes and looks to his left, gives a giant smile and unlocks the door. you open the door and get into the seat.

"hello my love, how was your day?" he asked putting his hand on your thigh.

"it was good. jeremiah was arguing with his enemy again today, you can't have a bad day if you get the opportunity to watch that go down." you laugh.

he laughs and shakes his head, "that little kid really bothers him. jeremiah is convinced that billy was born only for the reason to make him miserable."

"oh my god, i think jeremiah is just paranoid. so how was your day cutie."

he blushes at the nickname and chuckles, "it was okay, i just missed you so much. it seems like we never have time for just us anymore." he pouts, putting the jeep in drive.

"well, in that case, i'll spend my entire evening with you."

"you promise you won't even leave my sight?" he asks, driving to his house.

"but what if i need to use the washroom?"

he looks over at you and smirks. you return the look with a shocked expression, you lightly smack his arm.

5 minutes later . . .

he pulls into the driveway and shuts the engine off. you both open the door of the jeep and step out. he rushes over to you and lifts you off the ground. you laugh at his sudden movements. he carries you bridal style in his arms and runs in the house with you.

he plops you on the couch, "okay y/n, it's time to have the most amazing evening together." he announces proudly, hands resting on his hips, "what can i get you milady?"

"well good sir, *your favourite snack*, would be excellent please."

"one of *your favourite snack* coming right up." he pokes one finger dramatically in the air.

he rushes back into the living room a minute after with two bowls full of *your favourite snack*. he hands you a bowl, "why thank you, kind sir." you lean over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. he smiles at your touch. he finds something on the tv to put on for the both of you.

you lean back so you're resting against his chest. he runs his fingers through your hair, "you're my favourite thing in this entire world y/n y/l/n."

"likewise conrad fisher."

you both fall asleep in each other's arms, the sound of the tv quietly on in the background.

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drive-in / conrad fisher

warnings: none. word count: 720.

— imagine going on your first date with the one and only Conrad fisher

This is it. After years of having a major crush on Conrad Fisher, you're finally going on your first date with the boy of your dreams. You were in your room at the Fisher's summer house, trying to find what to wear for the special night.

Belly is lying on your bed, her legs swaying back and forth. "so where is conrad taking you tonight? I can't believe he finally got the balls to ask you out." she asks, giving you her biggest movie star smile.

You laughed loudly, "Oh my gosh, Belly, but I'm so glad he grew them. I've been waiting for this moment since I was ten. and he's going to be taking me to the drive-in."

"ouuu the drive-in, you think he's gonna try to pull a move on you?" she shimmies her eyebrows up and down.

"oh please, do you really think he might? what if I start to panic?"

"you're gonna be fine. conrad would never pull anything if you know you're not comfortable. don't worry so much y/n."

"I can't help it, I've been thinking about this moment for a long time. I don't want to mess this up.

Belly gets off the bed and walks over to your closet. She takes out your favourite shirt and picks a pair of jean shorts.

"This should be perfect. you should feel comfortable on your first date, so you should wear your favourite shirt." She confidently nods.

"Conrad has seen me in this shirt a million times. Maybe we should've gone shopping."

"Trust me, y/n; this is the move. Now go and get going on your special date." Belly leaves so you can get changed. When you open your bedroom door, Belly smiles, "he's waiting downstairs for you. Have fun, and tell me everything that happens once you return." She pulls you in for a quick hug.

When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you smile when you see him. A wide grin also covers his face. "Y/n, are you ready to watch grease?" he puts his arm out for you to hold as he leads you to this vehicle.

"We're going to see grease? that's one of my favourite movies in this world."

He chuckles softly. "I asked the people in charge of the drive-ins to put it on. I know it's one of your favourites. Four summers ago, you and Jeremiah always went around singing summer-loving."

"you really done that for me? and you remember that?" you're shocked.

"I will do anything for you, and of course I do. I remember everything when it comes to you, y/n." you blush at his words.

During the drive, you both sang along to several songs. Conrad kept looking towards you while you were singing, and you would have to tell him to keep his eyes on the road.

After a few minutes, he pulls into an empty spot in the drive-in. The screen is already counting down the seconds until the film starts. In the opening scene of Danny and Sandy playing on the beach, you smile and turn to face Conrad. You stare at him as the light from the screen glows over his face, "gosh, I think you're the prettiest guy I've ever met." You blurted out, quickly covering your mouth with your hand.

"Thanks, y/n," he said with a small laugh, his eyes travelling down to your shirt. He instantly smiles, "Did you know I love this shirt on you? i first realized i had feelings for you when you wore this shirt. actually, you were singing Summer Loving at the time."

"You've had feelings for me four summers ago?" You were shocked, but a huge smile was spread across your face.

"I think I've liked you from the moment I saw you, y/n. I was just too young to understand." Conrad leans towards, you know what's going to happen. He gives you a look, meaning, 'can I?' you nod, and he connects your lips with his. He smiles into the kiss and puts his hand on the side of your head. You run your fingers through his brown locks. 'Summer Nights' is playing in the background.

What a perfect first date.

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s’mores / conrad fisher

warnings: mentions of fire and food wordcount: 516.

— imagine having a fire with the Conklins' and Fishers' . . .

The bright yellow flames from the fire illuminated all our faces. The heat from the flames makes your cheeks turn a deep red. Susannah asks, "does anybody want to make s'mores?"

Jeremiah is the first to pipe up, "Mom, I thought you were never gonna ask."

"I'll be right back, my sweet little boy," she replies, getting up from her chair and kissing her son's head. You watch her close the back door and turn on the kitchen light.

Conrad, who was sitting on your right, turns his body so he's facing you. he leans over and whispers in your ear, "I'll make you a s'more when my mom brings out the supplies. I make the best s'mores in cousins, everyone knows this," a large smirk spread over his face.

Now your cheeks weren't only red from the hot flames. "that sounds amazing, Conrad, but are they that good?"

"Y/n, are you seriously questioning my s'more abilities right now? wait until I make you one." He crossed his arms proudly.

He moves back in his chair. Susannah opens the back door with gram crackers, marshmallows and a chocolate bar in her left arm, "don't worry everybody, I got the goods." she smiles proudly. She lays them out on the glass table next to her and Laurel's chair.

"Yey, Laur, can you please pass me two marshmallows?" Conrad asked, putting his hand out.

"Sure, Hun, here you go." She opened the bag and passed him two marshmallows. He nods, giving his thanks.

Conrad gets up and walks over to get a roasting stick. He puts the marshmallows on it and sits back on his chair beside you. He puts them over the fire until they're golden brown. He walks to get two-gram crackers and a piece of chocolate. Conrad assembles your s'more on the glass table and walks over to give you the s'more. He leans back in his chair and puts his arm around you.

"so, y/n, how is it? Have I changed your mind about how a perfect s'more should taste?"

"Wow, I think it's one of the best s'mores I have ever had," you admit.

He cringes, "one, one? y/n do you mean it's the best you ever had?"

You lightly hit his shoulder, "Fine, it might be the best I've ever had."

"That's what I thought." H leans over to you again and runs his thumb around the bottom of your lip. "You got marshmallow all over your face. That's how I know you're enjoying it, you were trying to save some for later."

You lean over and kiss his lips, "gosh, you're such a dork, Connie."

Steven and Belly shut their eyes quickly, "a warning before you kiss him next time would be great, Y/n," Steven shouts and gags.

Conrad flips them off. Jeremiah throws his blanket over you guys, covering both of your heads. Conrad kisses you on the cheek, "and I'm the dork?" he whispers.