KEEP / FIGHTING.

[byeshield]

I DON'T LIKE BULLIES. I DON'T CARE WHERE THEY'RE FROM. independent and highly selective steve rogers with a mix of mcu and headcanon portrayals. written by decimus, 30+, qpoc, any pronouns. themes explored include: moral absolutism vs compromise, institutional corruption, war trauma and survivor's guilt, displacement in time, identity erosion, loyalty vs duty conflicts, grief and loss, bodily sacrifice, political disillusionment, isolation, and the psychological cost of leadership under constant crisis.

WISHLIST. JUKEBOX. MEMES.

rules,

oo1. please note that this blog acknowledges sam wilson as the new captain america, and portrays steve as having stayed in the modern day world post-endgame. i like to utilize him as more of a free agent and under the nomad/commander designation, but could be flexible with this depending upon the plot in the thread or if i'm writing flashbacks. i won't mind if your character calls him cap on instinct, though he'll most likely correct them.

oo2. when it comes to shipping i'm a pretty firm romanogers shipper. anything else will have to be based on chemistry, and of course, i'm always open to queer ships. if we're shipping, i encourage engagement and gushing and making art/playlists/headcanons about our characters. i won't keep anything going that feels boring to me or my partner.

oo3. this blog is NOT mutuals only and i probably won't follow blogs that have more personal ooc posts than actual writing on them. i'm selective in the sense that i only really want to write what inspires me.

oo4. my posts tend to get very long-winded when i'm excited or inspired by a thread. sometimes i'll engage with shorter posts/one-liners for easy fun or to get something rolling, but they also tend to be what i drop fastest.

oo5. i'm not only looking for shipping. give me your friendships, hateships, and familial connections. i am a huge sucker for found family and avengers tower things, and pleaseee give me queerplatonic bonds, too.

oo6. i do enjoy writing smut and will tag anything related to that as 'usfw' for you to filter out appropriately. smut is never required to write or even ship with me. i have no triggers so you'll have to inform me if you want anything else tagged.

oo7. i encourage communication, whether here or on discord, which i will only give out to established writing partners. if you have any questions, please feel free to reach out!

oo8. double/triple spacing tends to strain my eyes, so i would like to ask partners not to use it when writing with me.

oo9. reblog from the source when possible to avoid spamming the activity.

[captnswilson]

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[othunderous]

as if called— as if a desperate hand has reached for his sleeve and tugged, begging to be seen and heard, the eyes that lock on steve fill with concern.  empathy and compassion shall be the death of thor.  not a glorious, blazing fight, with his fists flying and axe burrowing into someone’s skull, but the breaking of his heart for another’s suffering.  he’s sure of it.  which path does he take next?  does he awkardly, politely as possible, act as if he hasn’t heard such a sorrowful admission?  does he… pull the man into a hug, and try to lay a salve on wounds that they both know will never truly fade?  

“steve.”  thor’s voice is commanding, but soft.  reaching down from above and beckoning the woeful attention of his friend.  a god, extending a hand, and tipping up the chin of someone in suffering.  though thor doesn’t move; merely tilts his head, waiting for the once - soldier to obey his request.  “there is a next.”

he doesn’t offer a mere platitude; thor knows.  standing before steve is a god who has loved and lost dozens— hundreds of times over.  jane foster was far from the first (nor is she the last) mortal to have stolen his heart.  to fall for a mortal is to accept only one conclusion: she will die, and onward he will go.  thor carries remnants of grief for partners whose names he can no longer remember, faces he can no longer recall, but the memory of the feelings remain.  reaching for him through time is the echo of last words for a woman he loved long ago, who’s grave he could still find if he went looking:  show me.  

each time, though the specifics may be lost on him, he had thought it impossible to continue.  impossible to breathe.  surely, the pain would be the end of him.  it wasn’t.  though the heart had trembled, and cracked, and threatened its own end… thor kept walking, kept breathing, kept living.  and in doing so he found more joy, more love —— he has it now.  he doesn’t let the fear of the loss deter him.  he cherishes every breath, every beat of her wonderful heart… knowing it will stop long before his does.  still, he continues.  he welcomes each next day.

“so long as air fills your lungs and you reside in this realm of living, there is a next.  i speak not as someone aiming to soothe your grief for my own comfort, or convenience.  i speak as someone who has walked the path you now fitfully find yourself upon.  many, many times.  it… is oft the very last we want to hear when we are in mourning, but it remains true; she would not want you to fall to despair, to lose hope.  for her memory, for… her sacrifice, you must go on.  we all must.”  his voice quiets, and he finds himself casting his gaze again to the crater.  “but it is of the utmost importance that you go on for yourself.  this isn’t where your story ends.”

he speaks of sam the same way many would speak of him.  perhaps he doesn’t see that — and thor doesn’t think it would be helpful to attempt to convince him now.  but that inspiration, that inclination to goodness— it is not falsified nor exaggerated.  it comes from somewhere.  steve rogers is a figure of hope because he endures.  regardless of what challenges come for him, what pummeling fists the fates aim at him, he endures.  and he remains true to himself all the while.  captain america he may no longer be, but—— even if he cannot see it—— the spirit remains.

leaning against the window, thor crosses his arms, tilting closer to his own reflection as he eyes the outside.  “it never becomes easier.  the losses.”  natasha had become a dear friend to him in the last five years.  yet another name atop a pile that grows mountainous.  thor sighs.  “i miss her, too.”

[byeshield]

he doesn't look at the asgardian, refusing to let his eyes meet that perceptive gaze because he knows thor has lived through centuries of this exact form of devastation, and steve isn't sure he can handle the immense burden of a god's pity right now. instead, his focus stays pinned to the fractured glass, tracking the way the sunlight catches on the rough boundaries of the window frame, casting split patterns across the dust-coated floor. he listens to the steady, calm resonance of thor's voice, a sound that possesses an old power but carries no judgment, merely offering a perspective forged from a lifetime of outliving the things he loved. however, when thor speaks of a next chapter, when those commanding yet soft words declare that there is a next, a deep and stubborn resistance hardens inside of steve's core; it is the same instinctual defiance that used to keep him pushing himself off the floor in the brooklyn alleys, only this time, he isn't fighting a physical opponent, but rather the bare blankness of a future that has been completely emptied of its orientation.

there is a next, the god promises, but the phrase bounces hollowly against the vault of his ribs, a foreign concept to a man whose thoughts have tapered into a rigorous, looping sequence that he cannot still, a steady pulse behind his temples that beats out the same desperate refrain over and over until it is all he can hear. i miss her i miss her i miss her, a painfully obsessive chant that tears at the lining of his throat, a punishing loop that he cannot disrupt because to stop thinking it would mean letting go of the last dying thread connecting him to her.

he understands what thor is trying to say, appreciates the noble grace that it takes for a king to share the scars of his own old losses, but the concept of continuing for the sake of a legacy feels entirely synonymous with putting on a performance for a world he no longer recognizes. he isn't ready to categorize his grief, nor is he anywhere near ready to look closely at the terrifying, buried realization that what he feels for natasha transcends the boundaries of the camaraderie they built in the trenches of their shared exile. to accept that he was in love with her, to admit that the ache in his ribs is the shattering of a romantic future he was too blind or too cowardly to pursue while she was still breathing, would mean accepting the permanent reality of her absence, and he simply does not possess the capacity to face that conclusion today.

i miss her i miss her, the thought hammers against his defenses, a relentless tide that threatens to wash away the stone mask he has spent a lifetime perfecting, but he forces the panic down, refusing to look directly at the shape of his own regret. when thor sighs, the god's admission of i miss her, too lands right against his sternum, a shared acknowledgment of the pile of casualties they have accumulated, yet steve cannot let himself dwell on that communal sorrow for too long. he internalizes the advice, lets the true wisdom of thor's experience wash over his bruised spirit, and chooses instead to wrap himself tightly in the casual armor of a pragmatic soldier who simply needs a mission, any mission, to keep him from grinding to a complete halt.

"you always find a way to keep moving forward, thor," he says, voice remaining level but lacking any true emotion and sounding rather numb. he doesn't shift his stance, keeping his arms hanging loosely by his sides, his frame locked tight as if a single loose movement might break the hold he has on himself. "and you always come back. when things go bad, you show up. i guess when you've lived as long as you have, you learn how to live in a world without a home base. but for me... i came out of the ice, i lost the 40s, and now i've lost nat. i don't have anywhere left to plant my feet."

the words run out right there, a wall built against the thoughts still hammering behind his temples. he doesn't want to explain himself, doesn't want to dig any deeper into the quiet wreck inside his chest, so he reaches for the only familiar ground he has left with the asgardian.

"stay for a bit," he says, tones clipped, looking up to give the king a brief, rough nod. "let's go grab a drink. i know the cheap stuff doesn't do a thing for either of us, but... stay for a drink anyway."

[byeshield]

“the closer you get, the less you see. keep your distance.”

the enigmatic admonition remains in the sterile space between them, a cool barrier of telekinetic intent that pushes gently against his advancing form before he can even plant his boot onto the hardwood of the mansion's sub-level training facility. this temporary assignment at the x-mansion is a direct result of a new joint-tactical outreach initiative, an effort to build reliable bridges between the avengers and the mutant community before the next global crisis disrupts the peace. as a soldier who values preparation, steve had specifically requested this training block to familiarize himself with the unique capabilities of the x-men. he already commands a deep respect for logan, whose no-nonsense resilience and decades of battlefield experience closely mirror the old howling commandos he fought alongside in western europe. he likewise respects scott summers, recognizing the heavy burden of leadership carried on the younger man's shoulders, and appreciates hank mccoy's brilliant intellect and calm demeanor. yet, when it came to assessing the team's defensive capabilities, sparring with jean grey was the logical necessity, given that her formidable psychic abilities represent a highly specialized threat parameter that any field commander needs to understand.

the actual engagement, however, lacks the visceral momentum he typically prefers in a training partner. jean is undeniably skilled, but her execution of power leaves him feeling completely uninspired on the mats. it is a jarring contrast to the rather instinctive synchronization he has always shared with natasha-- where every shift in stance, every subtle glance, and every fluid transition was a perfectly orchestrated dance. with nat, there was never a need for words or telepathic reminders to cover a blind spot; they functioned as two halves of a singular machine, and the memory of that effortless perfection leaves a bitter ache behind his ribs that he deliberately suppresses. keeping his focus entirely locked on the woman across from him, he tracks her positioning with practiced, athletic grace.

"you're quick," he says, offering a straightforward nod as he bounces lightly on the balls of his feet, keeping his hands up in a standard boxer's stance. "but if i keep my distance like you're saying, i'm just letting you control the whole floor. i need to know how to close the gap when the parlor tricks start, otherwise this isn't much of a test for either of us." he throws a quick, testing jab into the empty space between them, smiling slightly when it collides with a shimmering invisible wall of pure psychic energy that dissipates with a faint, static pop.

"see, you've got a solid defense," he adds as he shrugs his broad shoulders and lowers his guard for a brief moment to reset the drill. "but you're making me do all the running around while you just stand there. next round, let's try it without the telekinetics. then we can go find logan and see if he's ready to hit the gym." @fromtheashesagain

[wildspringday]

the first avenger: dr. erskine said that the serum wouldn’t just affect my muscles, it would affect my cells. create a protective system of regeneration and healing.

age of ultron: thor establishes that steve is not mortal.

endgame: we’re just gonna ignore all of that, and make steve old af to shock the audience, even though it doesn’t make sense that steve would age at all, let alone at the same rate as a non-enhanced human, because what happened in previous movies is meaningless.

[jaehyutaeyong]

that’s some good tea right there

[thefreegladelancer]

Steve is hiding behind a nearby tree and trying not to laugh as the old guy he paid gives Sam the shield

[capsicle107]

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[avengerscompound]

Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Captain America: Sentinel of Liberty (2022)

[goldenagememes]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

repost of a meme by moonpiehelps: mentions of panic attacks , vomiting , trauma , self harm , and distressing situations . Feel free to adjust as needed ! ♡ 

( 𝐑𝐔𝐁 ) ; one muse rubs the other’s back to comfort them while in a moment of distress.

( 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 ) ; one muse grabs a bucket for the other who’s about to throw up. 

( 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; our muses share a bed so the other doesn’t have to be alone. 

( 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calls the other a term of endearment to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ) ; one muse holds the other close while they open up / cry.

( 𝐀𝐈𝐃 ) ; one muse runs to the others aid after they were violently hurt. 

( 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ) ; one muse calls sender late at night in tears and the other comes over to comfort them. 

( 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse reaches out to the other after they’ve withdrawn from everyone. 

( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 ) ; one muse discovers the other during a panic attack. 

( 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 ) ; one muse takes care of the other while they’re sick.

( 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse holds the other’s hand while they’re in pain or panicking. 

( 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ) ; one muse offers to cuddle with the other to help them sleep.

( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄 ) ; one muse opens up to the other about a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse guides the other through a breathing technique.

( 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse comes to the other with an injury they’ve been trying to hide that’s beginning to worry them.

( 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ) ; one muse gently kisses the other while they’re crying.

( 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse helps the other into a bath/shower after a traumatic event. or they bathe together.

( 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 ) ; our muses instinctively grab each other while they’re scared.

( 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ) ; one muse gives the other a shoulder rub.

( 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ) ; one muse wipes blood off of the other.

( 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 ) ; one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep in tears.

( 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse has been missing and finally shows up, dirty and traumatized. the other helps clean them up and tries to get them to talk.

( 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse wakes up the other after having a horrific nightmare.

( 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 ) ; one muse makes the other a warm meal to make them feel better.

( 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse has been slowly deteriorating mentally/physically, the other takes it upon themselves to make sure they’re taken care of.

( 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse takes the other’s face ( cheeks , chin ) when trying to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ) ; one muse lets the other stay over when their house gets too stressful.

( 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 ) ; one muse sits outside the door to comfort the other who won’t let them in.

( 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse stays over to make sure the other doesn’t hurt themselves.

( 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ) ; one muse strokes the others hair.

( 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ) ; our muses sit together after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse helps ground the other ( bonus if you specify how ) 

( 𝐈𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse holds an ice pack to the other’s injury.

( 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏 ) ; our muses cry and hold each other after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) ; one muse strides up to the other and suddenly embraces them tightly after experiencing something distressing. 

( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calms the terrified other.

( 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘 ) ; one muse takes the other to a calm area where they feel more comfortable opening up.

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[tonystarking]

Peggy Carter: inspiring Steve Rogers since 1943.

From what Mr. Stark has told me, Captain Rogers relied heavily on you. For courage, strategy, and moral guidance. You were his support.

[victorian0error]

This is so Steve Rogers core

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.

[robertpattisons]

steve rogers + ptsd symptoms

[theeikastikandthephantastik]

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He’s hot as Hades A lady’s not safe in his arms When she’s kissed But I’m afraid that he’s cooled off And maybe I’m ruled off his list I’ll never be missed I need that person much worse'n just bad I’m half alive and it’s drivin’ me mad He’s only human if he’s to be had I must have that man

[johnnysilence-deactivated201607]

Steve Rogers is not afraid of strong women.

Steve Rogers is not afraid of strong women.

Stop it with the fic where Steve is terrified of Natasha, or Maria, or Pepper, or guh, Darcy. I guess people think it’s cute, or whatever.

Seriously. Strong women don’t make Steve scared, they make him swoon.

The only thing Steve is afraid of is that strong women won’t like him.

[nudityandnerdery]

Acting like Steve is afraid of women also ignores one of my favorite moments of the movies, where Steve isn’t sure if Clint can be trusted, but he looks to Natasha and it just takes one nod from her for Steve to be okay with it. He respects people who know what they’re doing, male or female.

[haleyatwell]

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