"I'm scared to get close, and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all. The higher I get, the lower I'll sink. I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim"
This is an 18+ RP blog for Steve Rogers by Kota. This blog will have MATURE and sometimes triggering topics. Steve is based off of headcanons and various forms of media. Currently Steve is retired as Captain America and goes by Nomad.
🐝 * ― 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ( random assortment of sentences that can but don’t have to be used for muses meeting each other for the first time. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses. )
❛ i know we only just met but i already feel like i’ve known you my whole life. ❜
❛ umm, is this seat taken ? ❜
❛ don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe. ❜
❛ my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home. ❜
❛ i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to. ❜
❛ can you please pretend to be my boyfriend / girlfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ? ❜
❛ are you always this straightforward with strangers ? ❜
❛ here, i noticed you lost this earlier. ❜
❛ i’m sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else. ❜
❛ so, what brings you here today ? ❜
❛ hi, my name is [name]. it’s nice meeting you. ❜
❛ you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ? ❜
❛ can’t you watch where you are going ?! ❜
❛ i just moved into the apartment next to you, so i guess we’re gonna be neighbors now. ❜
❛ oh god, you’re [name], aren’t you ? ❜
❛ here, let me help you. ❜
❛ is there a reasons you’re here on your own ? ❜
❛ apparently we’re going to be working on this together now. ❜
❛ you look like you could use a hand with that. ❜
❛ what do people around here do to have some fun ? ❜
❛ looks like this will take a while, huh ? ❜
❛ oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself. ❜
❛ excuse me, i think i’m lost. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit. ❜
❛ do you come here often ? ❜
❛ do you mind if i join you for a bit ? ❜
❛ you looked lonely so i got you a drink. ❜
❛ i don’t think we’ve met, i’m [name]. ❜
❛ what the hell just happened there ? ❜
❛ have you seen this anywhere ? i must’ve lost it. ❜
❛ can i please use your phone ? i have to call someone to get me out of here. ❜
❛ seems like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together. ❜
❛ come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent. ❜
❛ i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright. ❜
❛ i have a spare ticket, you wanna come in with me ? ❜
❛ you don’t know me but will you be my date for tonight ? ❜
❛ we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ? ❜
❛ i don’t usually just walk up to strangers but my friends set me up to it. ❜
❛ i think our orders may have gotten mixed up. ❜
❛ do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ? ❜
🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?
Honestly its hard to say considering he's already lost so many people. He wouldnt feel right abandoning Sam, Bucky, or Natasha, but besides them he'd think he'd be okay with almost anyone depending on the circunstances.
As far as what pushes him past the point of restraint... its the thought of losing, of not being able to get the job done. He took an oath to protect people and he'll do whatever it takes to make that happen even if it kills him.
With being clean... its his art studio. He has a particular way he likes it to be organized. He might leave covered in paint or charcoal but that room and his supplies are always spotless when he's done. Steve blames it on not having a lot growing up, so now that he can afford all these nice things he wants to take care of them.
(HARDLANDING) ; is an independent, semi-selective, headcanon and vibe based roleplay blog for ORIGINAL and SOME CANON CHARACTERS that are adored by Kota (26). This blog is 21+ and will have some triggering topics such as drinking, possible drugs, former sex work, PTSD and other mature topics.
ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM HIGH-STAKES, DISASTER-BASED ACTION PROMPTS CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.
SENDER forces RECEIVER to keep moving despite exhaustion.
SENDER lifts RECEIVER over an obstacle they can't clear alone.
OUR MUSES get separated briefly and panic sets in.
OUR MUSES light a fire for warmth using scavenged materials.
OUR MUSES wade through floodwater, gripping each other for balance.
OUR MUSES emerge into daylight to see how much the world has changed.
SENDER blocks RECEIVER from seeing something horrifying.
OUR MUSES take turns standing watch through the night.
OUR MUSES navigate by landmarks that no longer exist.
SENDER covers RECEIVER'S mouth to keep them quiet.
SENDER confesses fear to RECEIVER in a rare quiet moment.
OUR MUSES shelter in a vehicle that may not hold.
SENDER gives up their share of medicine for RECEIVER.
SENDER promises RECEIVER they'll get through this together.
OUR MUSES climb to higher ground as water rises.
SENDER wakes RECEIVER just in time to avoid danger.
SENDER helps RECEIVER wash ash or grime from their face.
OUR MUSES mourn someone they couldn't save.
SENDER collapses and RECEIVER helps them back up.
OUR MUSES cling to each other as the ground shakes.
OUR MUSES listen to emergency broadcasts on a dying radio.
OUR MUSES sneak through an area crawling with danger.
OUR MUSES share the last dry blanket between them.
OUR MUSES shelter together as debris batters the structure around them.
OUR MUSES argue quietly over whether to leave shelter or stay.
SENDER gives RECEIVER the last flashlight battery.
SENDER shares a memory with RECEIVER to distract from fear.
SENDER gives RECEIVER their coat despite the cold.
OUR MUSES break into an abandoned building looking for supplies.
OUR MUSES follow a map they don't fully trust.
SENDER scouts ahead while RECEIVER waits, terrified and alone.
OUR MUSES hold onto each other in complete darkness.
OUR MUSES move through ruins that were once familiar.
OUR MUSES barricade a door as something pounds on the other side.
SENDER cleans blood from RECEIVER'S hands, steady and careful.
SENDER hands RECEIVER a weapon.
OUR MUSES share whispered plans over a flickering flashlight.
OUR MUSES hide in silence, listening for signs they've been found.
OUR MUSES ration food between them, unsure when help will come.
OUR MUSES wait out the storm in a cramped, unsafe space.
SENDER teaches RECEIVER how to start a fire without matches.
SENDER teaches RECEIVER how to use a weapon they've never used before.
SENDER drags RECEIVER out of a wrecked vehicle.
SENDER reassures RECEIVER during a panic attack.
SENDER carries RECEIVER when they can no longer walk.
OUR MUSES share a silent moment of relief after surviving something close.
OUR MUSES watch the skyline burn or collapse from a distance.
SENDER makes a hard call that puts them both at risk.
SENDER helps RECEIVER breathe through shock.
SENDER pulls glass from RECEIVER'S skin carefully.
SENDER pulls RECEIVER into cover just as something explodes nearby.
SENDER refuses to leave RECEIVER behind.
OUR MUSES wait for rescue that may never come.
SENDER struggles to pull RECEIVER back from a collapsing ledge.
OUR MUSES wait out danger inches apart, barely breathing.
SENDER tends to RECEIVER'S non-life-threatening wound.
' little did i ever think i'd walk away from my handlers - but i guess disillusionment is running rife these days, considering you walked away from the star-spangled suit? '
"What can I say? I'm a man without a country. I'm not going to parade around in a suit littered with patriotism for something thats betrayed its ideals."
He rolls his eyes only to keep himself from making a comment about her looks, it would have been a compliment but he knows better. Steve stands up, allowing himself a moment to stretch, most of the stiffness being in his lower back and hips. While the couch screamed luxury, there wasn't much comfort. He gets to the kitchen in time to see the tray, but his question is already answered before it could be asked.
"Do you pay people to hangout with you? " he leans back against the counter, following her lead to pick up a cocktail stick. The blonde settles on poking it into a a grape. "Why does this have to be a business transaction? I don't need the money...and I enjoy being around you." He stands up a bit straighter with the last part, plopping the grape into his mouth so he can buy himself a moment before he has to say anything else.
' christ, steven. i do have genuine friends, y'know? ' she nearly laughs, moving to stand beside him, using her cocktail stick to spear a grape of her own. ' i just . . . only really know you in a professional capacity. i never thought you'd be stood in my kitchen, never mind protecting me from some psycho stalker. '
she pauses, popping the grape into her mouth and chewing for a second, but the silence feels charged, heavy. it makes her shift slightly.
' it's funny how perceptions change. one second you're a thorn in my side, the next . . . i find myself appreciating you more than i feel comfortable expressing. '
"No one said you have to express anything. All I'm saying is you don't have to pay me for something I enjoy doing." He shrugs as he sets the stick down, his arms soon crossing across his chest as he finally looks at her again. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, even if we didn't know each other at all it isn't like I'm just going to ignore someone being stalked." But then he waves the whole thing off in an attempt to each the tension.
"Maybe you should get to know me outside of a professional capacity." Steve says it as if its the simplest thing in the world, even though he knows its not. He knows they both aren't the greatest at letting people in, but he's willing to try to at least see what could happen. After all, it isnt the first time he had been in her kitchen. They were going to have to figure out whatever it was between them eventually.
Steve wasn't sure how long he had been just watching her, the sketchbook sprawled open on his lap, an array of pencils and charcoal resting on the table next to him. Some of it stained his fingers from earlier in the night when he was trying to get her nose just right... but he closes the book as she puts away her tablet. The 'i'm fine' had him raise an eyebrow, but Steve knew better than to argue. Instead he just places the book next to the pencils, his blue hues traveling back to the Parisian when he speaks again.
"Then at least eat. I'm sure there's still some places open if you want to get something delivered." He reaches a hand up to brush the few stray hairs that had fallen into his face, he had been putting off a haircut the last couple of weeks and it was starting to show. Although he wasn't tired, his muscles were only stiff from sitting on the couch for so long and the only reason he had said anything to start with was to snap Vivienne out of her work and remind her that she had basic human needs.
He looks up at her, the idea of being paid almost makes him laugh. With the few details he had been given about the whole ordeal, there wasn't much that could convince him to not help. "That's because there isn't a price. I like knowing you're safe."
vivienne watches him close the sketchbook, the faint smudge of charcoal on his fingers not going unnoticed. for a moment she considers calling him out on it — on how long he must’ve been staring, but the way he looks at her now, steady and unyielding in that quietly steve way, makes her swallow the remark and instead focus on being annoyingly human.
' i'm almost offended that you think i look as if i'd touch a take out pizza. carbs, after nine, really? '
she faux gasps, her hand resting atop her heart for a split second before she begins to move towards the kitchen, motioning for him to follow. once there, she pulls open the fridge and retrieves a decorative catering tray, fruits, cheese, and various meats placed upon it. once it's resting on her kitchen island, she plucks a cocktail stick from it, taking a bite of fancy pineapple cheddar.
' i over ordered for a conference yesterday ; help yourself. '
she offers, resting a hip against the counter as she watches him, though something about his final statement almost brings color to her cheeks. he likes knowing she's safe? she's not all that sure how she feels about that. she's so used to transaction. to formality. to people doing things because she pays them to. somebody wanting to look after her? it gives her genuine pause.
' i'll pay you anyway. your time shouldn't be free. '
the blonde manages after a seconds silence, brows furrowing ever so slightly.
He rolls his eyes only to keep himself from making a comment about her looks, it would have been a compliment but he knows better. Steve stands up, allowing himself a moment to stretch, most of the stiffness being in his lower back and hips. While the couch screamed luxury, there wasn't much comfort. He gets to the kitchen in time to see the tray, but his question is already answered before it could be asked.
"Do you pay people to hangout with you? " he leans back against the counter, following her lead to pick up a cocktail stick. The blonde settles on poking it into a a grape. "Why does this have to be a business transaction? I don't need the money...and I enjoy being around you." He stands up a bit straighter with the last part, plopping the grape into his mouth so he can buy himself a moment before he has to say anything else.
❝ i’ll stay up with you if i need to. ❞ for steve to vivienne
sleep is a luxury vivienne, despite her affluence, rarely allows herself to indulge in. she's always too busy. there's always something else that needs fixing. always another trail to follow, a thread to pull . . . but numbers and vials and statistics blur together eventually, even for her, and she can't help the yawn that pushes itself from her lungs.
vivienne flinches a little when steve speaks, almost having forgotten he'd been occupying the couch in the corner of the room, almost having forgotten why she'd asked him to come over in the first place. lately, she'd been so on edge. being somewhat famous was one thing, but the risks that came with it? not so fun. it'd started with odd phone calls at odd hours. progressed to handwritten letters and strange ramblings. despite her influence, she was still only human . . . and who better to protect her from a stalker than captain america himself?
' non, it's alright. i'm fine. '
she promises, brushing the kind offer away as she shuts the tablet off and places it in her desk drawer before standing and stretching a little. ' i know you're here to make sure nobody breaks in, but if you want to go find your own space in the guest room i wouldn't judge you. i'm not the best company when i'm tired, overworked, and hungry. '
she shrugs, moving around the desk to stand before him instead, head tilting a little as she observes the soldier.
' what are your rates for body guarding me, anyway? when i asked, you never mentioned a price. '
Steve wasn't sure how long he had been just watching her, the sketchbook sprawled open on his lap, an array of pencils and charcoal resting on the table next to him. Some of it stained his fingers from earlier in the night when he was trying to get her nose just right... but he closes the book as she puts away her tablet. The 'i'm fine' had him raise an eyebrow, but Steve knew better than to argue. Instead he just places the book next to the pencils, his blue hues traveling back to the Parisian when he speaks again.
"Then at least eat. I'm sure there's still some places open if you want to get something delivered." He reaches a hand up to brush the few stray hairs that had fallen into his face, he had been putting off a haircut the last couple of weeks and it was starting to show. Although he wasn't tired, his muscles were only stiff from sitting on the couch for so long and the only reason he had said anything to start with was to snap Vivienne out of her work and remind her that she had basic human needs.
He looks up at her, the idea of being paid almost makes him laugh. With the few details he had been given about the whole ordeal, there wasn't much that could convince him to not help. "That's because there isn't a price. I like knowing you're safe."
over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains, THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2
send me a ✿ and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.
FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other
FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other
ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . ( pt 1. the art of touch ) Set the stage for longing glances, lingering touches, and the quiet tension of unspoken words. ✧ ˚₊ Themes: soft, slow burn & a touch of angst
✧ › SOFT & FLUFFY .
My muse tucks a loose strand of hair behind your muse’s ear, their fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.
My muse falls asleep on your muse’s shoulder during a long ride.
My muse surprises your muse with breakfast in bed, complete with a handwritten note.
My muse pulls your muse under their umbrella during a sudden downpour.
My muse gently wipes away a tear from your muse’s cheek, their touch tender and careful.
My muse laces their fingers with your muse’s absentmindedly, only realizing it after a few seconds.
✧ › TENSION & SLOW BURN .
My muse fixes your muse’s tie/dress/jacket, their hands brushing against their skin for just a moment.
My muse leans in as if to whisper something, their lips dangerously close to your muse’s ear.
My muse catches your muse’s wrist before they can leave, their grip tightening just slightly.
My muse watches your muse from across the room, their gaze lingering even when caught.
My muse challenges your muse to a bet, knowing exactly what they’ll ask for if they win.
My muse absentmindedly plays with your muse’s fingers while they talk, not even realizing they’re doing it.
✧ › ANGST & EMOTIONAL .
My muse pulls your muse into a tight hug, as if afraid to let go.
My muse wipes away the blood from your muse’s face, their hands trembling.
My muse shows up at your muse’s doorstep in the rain, eyes filled with something unspoken.
My muse gently cups your muse’s face, whispering, “Why do you always have to make things so difficult?”
My muse kisses your muse like it’s the last time they’ll ever get the chance.
My muse lets your muse go, even though it’s the last thing they want to do.
✧ › TEASING .
My muse corners your muse against a wall, a smirk playing on their lips.
My muse whispers something in your muse’s ear that makes them blush.
My muse pulls your muse onto their lap with zero warning.
My muse playfully steals a bite of your muse’s food, then grins as they lock eyes.
My muse deliberately leans in closer just to see your muse’s reaction.
My muse drags their fingers slowly down your muse’s arm, pretending it was unintentional.
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