to celebrate captain america’s birthday, let's throw it back to soft summer days, backyard picnics, and golden hour love stories for the full month of july 🧺☀️
welcome to picnic blanket prompts—a low-pressure, fluff-forward mini writing collab inspired by everything you’d find scattered across a summer picnic blanket 🍉🍓🍋
so grab a spot and come write!
── 💫 HOW IT WORKS
each prompt is based after a picnic/summer item, and is paired with some themes & dialogue ideas—pick one (or more!) and create a fic, drabble, or blurb inspired by it OR take a spin at the wheels to let it decide for you!
── 💌 WHO CAN JOIN
anyone! all pairings, x readers, ships, platonic, oc etc. are welcome (marvel encouraged, but not required!)
── 🏷️ TAG YOUR WORK
#picnic blanket prompts
#cap's birthday collab
#a star spangled summer
(use any of these + tag me so i can read & rb!)
── 🗣️ FAQS
📅 do i have to post on a specific day?
nope! post anytime during the month of july (late entries are always welcome—we’re here for vibes, not deadlines)
🤍 does my work have to be just fluffy?
not at all! fluff, angst, bittersweet, smut—all are welcome just make sure you tag all 18+ content accordingly (NO DDDNE/dark/taboo themes) if you think your fic crosses this line, shoot me a dm!
📝 can i write more than one?
absolutely!! this collab doesn't have any hard limits on entries and has more than 50 prompts and dialogue lines to choose from so if inspiration hits again and again, let it rip!
☀️ what if i don’t finish in time?
you can still post it! this collab is meant to feel like summer, a little loose, a little slow, and always ongoing 🌻
🧺 can i combine prompts?
yes please—some of the best ideas come from mixing them
(think: 🍋 + 🚗 + 🎆 for all the sweet spots)
and now for the drumroll...
✨ THE PROMPTS, THEMES + THEIR MATCHING DIALOGUE
if you don't want to manually pick a prompt/dialogue take a look at these wheels and give 'em a spin! this makes it easier to mix and match but if you'd like the corresponding ones check below!
THEME + PROMPT WHEEL | DIALOGUE WHEEL
💤 FALLING ASLEEP ON THEM
unintentional closeness
→ realization / softness / caretaking
💤 "Have a nice nap?" / "I thought you were going to sleep forever." / "Shh, go back to sleep baby."
🌙 GOLDEN HOUR
that in between moment
→ realization scenes / soft almosts / quiet tension
🌙 “It’s weird… everything looks different right now. You do too.” / “If I say something, will it ruin this?” / “We should probably go. - Yeah… just—give me a second.”
🧺 PICNIC BASKET
something hidden inside
→ secrets revealed / gifts / unexpected confessions
🧺 “That wasn’t in there earlier. - “Yeah. I didn’t know how to give it to you.” / “You brought this… for me?” / “If I show you, you can’t pretend you didn’t see it.”
🪑SAVED SEAT
someone always leaves space for you
→ quiet devotion / unspoken care / to be loved is to be known
🪑 “You always sit there. - Only when you’re here.” / “Was this—saved? - “It usually is.” / “I didn’t think you’d come. - “I didn’t think you’d leave me a spot.”
🌌 FIREWORKS ENDING
silence after the noise
→ emotional comedown / realization / loneliness or peace
🌌 “It’s really quiet now.” / “I liked it better when I couldn’t hear myself think.” / “So… what happens after this?”
☀️ SUNBURN
caretaking + vulnerability
→ tending to someone / soft touches / quiet intimacy
☀️ “Hold still—you’re gonna make it worse.” / “You don’t have to take care of me like this. - I know.” / “Does it hurt? - Not as much as you hovering.”
🍴 "TRY MINE"
sharing food & sharing space
→ intimacy / trust / soft flirting
🍴 “Here—just take it. - “I could’ve asked. - You never do.” / “You always give me the better one.” / “Try it? For me?”
🪑 FOLD OUT CHAIRS
side by side conversations
→ late-night talks / emotional honesty
🪑 “Funny how it’s easier to say things when we’re not looking at each other.” / “We’ve never actually talked about this, have we?” / “If I say it now, I can’t take it back.”
🛏️ AFTERNOON NAP
lazy, quiet closeness
→ drifting in and out of sleep together / accidental cuddling
🛏️ “You’re still here. - “Wasn’t planning on moving.” / “Did I fall asleep on you? - “Yeah… didn’t mind.”/ “We should get up. -“In a minute.”
⏳ WAITING
for them to show up + change
→ doubt / hope / payoff reunion
⏳“You said you’d come back.” / “I almost stopped waiting. - “Almost?” / “You’re late. - “I know. I’m still here.”
🧃 JUICE BOX
playful, youthful energy
→ carefree chaos / laughter / childhood nostalgia
🧃 “You just sprayed that everywhere. - Worth it.” / “When did we start acting like kids again?” / “Don’t laugh—I’m serious. - “That’s the problem.”
🌾 TALL GRASS
half-hidden, tucked away
→ private conversations / secret kisses / hiding from others
🌾 “No one can see us out here.” / “We shouldn’t be hiding. - “Then why are we?” / “It feels different when it’s just us.”
🕶️ SUNGLASSES
seeing + not seeing
→ stolen glances / hiding feelings / perception vs reality
🕶️ “I can tell you’re staring. - You can’t even see my eyes.” / “You hide behind those a lot. - “Maybe I need to.” / “Take them off. - “Why?“ - So I know what you’re thinking.”
🧁 CUPCAKES
small celebrations
→ “it’s not a big deal” birthdays / quiet milestones / soft surprises
🧁 “It’s not a big deal. - “Then why’d you remember?” / “You got these for me? - “Don’t make it weird.” / “Make a wish. - “You already know what it is.”
🪵 WOODEN FENCE
leaning, waiting
→ watching from afar / longing / quiet observation
🪵 “You’ve been standing there a while.” / “I didn’t think you’d notice me.” / “You always look like you’re about to leave.”
🧂 POTATO CHIPS
light, messy, impossible to eat just one
→ casual closeness / reaching into the same bag / lingering touches
🧂 “You’re gonna finish the whole bag. - “Watch me.” / "My hand was already there. - “So was mine.” / “You don’t mind sharing? - Not with you.”
🎆 FIREWORKS
big emotions, louder than expected
→ confessions / overwhelm / emotional release
🎆 “I can’t hear you—what did you say?” / “I said I—” boom / “Fine. I’ll say it again.”
🍽️ PAPER PLATES
temporary but meaningful
→ fleeting moments that still matter / this won’t last, but it’s real
🍽️ “This is kind of temporary, isn’t it?” / “Does it matter if it is?” / “I think I’d still choose this.”
🔕 MISSED CALL
almost connection, the one that got away
→ timing issues / regret / what could’ve been
🔕 “I tried calling. - “I know.” / “Why didn’t you pick up? - “I didn’t know what to say.” / “You were supposed to be there.”
🍦MELTING ICE CREAM
time running out + fleeting moment
→ rushed confession / “before it’s too late” energy
🍦 “It’s gonna melt. - “Then say it faster.” / “We’re running out of time. - “Then don’t waste it.” / “Just—before it’s gone…”
💫 WATCHING THE STARS TOGETHER
sneaky love + soft touches
→ falling asleep together / naming the stars after each other / forced (welcomed) proximity
💫 “That one’s yours. - “You can’t just claim stars.” / “You’re closer than you think.” / “If we stay like this, I might fall asleep. - “Then stay.”
⛺ BONFIRE
warmth in the dark
→ storytelling / vulnerability / shared silence
⛺ “You don’t have to tell the whole story.” / “It’s easier in the dark.” / “I didn’t think anyone was listening. - “I always am.”
🌊 LATE NIGHT LAKE SWIM
daring love + hidden feelings
→ romantic tension / almost confessions
🌊 “It’s freezing. - “You jumped in first.” / “You look different out here.” / “If I say something stupid, blame the cold water.”
🍯 HONEY
slow, golden, lingering
→ drawn-out tension / soft touches that last too long
🍯 “You’re taking your time. - “I’m not in a hurry.” / “You always do that—linger.” / “Say it already. - “Not yet.”
🎇 FIRECRACKER
sudden, sharp reaction
→ arguments / impulsive confessions / tension snapping
🎇 “Why are you acting like this?” / “Because you won’t just say it!” / “Fine—then listen.”
📸 DISPOSABLE CAMERA
captured moments
→ memories / realizing feelings after the fact / almost too late
📸 “Don’t delete that. - “I wasn’t going to.” / “You kept all of these? - “Every single one.” / “That’s when it started, wasn’t it?”
🌧️ SUDDEN RAIN
plans interrupted
→ running for cover / laughter / forced closeness
🌧️ “Run! - “Where?”/ “You’re soaked." -“So are you.” / “We should’ve checked the weather.” - “I’m glad we didn’t.”
🌳 SHADED TREE
relief from the heat
→ safe space / emotional grounding / leaning on someone
🌳 “Come sit. You look like you need it.” / “It’s cooler here.” - “Stay, then.” / “You always find the quiet spots.”
🐜 ANTS
tiny annoyance crowding into a big moment
→ interrupted confession / forced proximity / comedic tension
🐜“Don’t move—there’s—” / “Why are you so close?” - “Because you won’t stop moving.” / “This is not how I pictured this going.”
🍓 STRAWBERRIES
soft, indulgent, a little romantic
→ feeding each other / quiet affection / yearning
🍓 “Here—try it like this.” / “You’re staring.” - “You make it hard not to.” / “You always give me the sweeter ones.”
✨ SPARKLERS
brief but bright
→ momentary romance / realization of feelings / magical moment
✨ “It won’t last long.” / “Then don’t waste it.” / “Look at you—you’re glowing.”
🎡 CARNIVAL NEARBY
distant music and lights
→ yearning / wanting something more / chasing a feeling
🎡 “We could go, you know.” - “Or we could stay.” / “You ever feel like you’re missing something?” / “I think this is enough.”
🍋 LEMONADE
something sour turning soft
→ enemies to lovers lite / misunderstandings / emotional resolution
🍋 “You don’t hate me that much, do you?” / “It gets better, I promise.” / "Flirting? Me? I wouldn't call it that."
💛 BEFORE THE SUN GOES DOWN
aware of fleeting happiness + trying to memorize the moment
→ noticing details / fear of losing it
💛 “You’re doing that thing again.” - “What thing?” - “Trying not to forget.” / “Say something so I remember this right.” / “I wish I could pause this.”
📦 LEFTOVERS
what’s left behind
→ memories / things unsaid / emotional residue
📦 “You can take this with you."/ “Feels weird packing it up." /“Not everything gets finished.”
☕ MORNING AFTER PICNIC
soft aftermath
→ quiet conversation / reflection / “we should do this again”
☕ “We should probably talk about yesterday.” / “Do you have to go?” / “Same time next week?”
🧻 NAPKINS
cleaning up a mess
→ vulnerability after something goes wrong / wiping tears / gentle care
🧻 “Hey—look at me.” / “It’s just a mess. We’ll fix it.” / “You don’t have to pretend you’re okay.”
🍉 WATERMELON
sticky fingers, shared bites, sweetness that lingers
→ first kisses / almost kisses / teasing intimacy
🍉 “You’ve got juice all over your hands.” / “Then help me clean it.” / “You missed a spot.”
🍞BRUSHING NON-EXISTENT CRUMBS OFF
crushing hard + scared to admit it
→ lingering touch / excuse for contact / care disguised as habit
🍞 “Hold still.” / “There’s nothing there.” - “I know.” / “You don’t have to find excuses.”
🌬️ SUMMER BREEZE
soft, barely there
→ almost touches / words left unsaid / quiet longing
🌬️ “Did you feel that?” / “You almost touched me.” / “Almost doesn’t count.”
🚗 IN THE TRUCK BED
open air, close proximity
→ stargazing / late-night talks / accidental intimacy
🚗 “There’s more space than I thought.” - “Not really.” / “You can lean if you want.” / “Don’t fall.” - “Then don’t move.”
🫙WATCHING THE FIREFLIES COME OUT
summer crush
→ not realizing how close the other is / brushing hands
🫙 “You’re closer than you were a second ago.” / “Don’t scare them off.” / “I wasn’t looking at the fireflies.”
💬 OVERHEARD CONVERSATION
something you weren’t supposed to hear
→ misunderstandings / accidental confessions
💬 “How long were you standing there?” / “Long enough.” / “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
🏡 BACKYARD LIGHTS
soft glow at night
→ slow dancing / late-night confessions / lingering after everyone leaves
🏡 “Dance with me.” - “There’s no music.” - “There doesn’t have to be.” / “Stay until they turn off.” / “Just one more song.”
🎈WATER BALLOON FIGHT
chaotic love + messy aftermath
→ picking pieces from their hair / hanging up wet clothes / sharing a towel
🎈 “You started it!” - “You escalated it!” / “You’re soaked.” - “So are you.” / “Come here—hold still.”
🥗 PASTA SALAD
thrown together but somehow perfect
→ unlikely dynamics / found family / chaotic group settings
🥗 “This shouldn’t work, but it does.” / “Kind of like us.” / “Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing.”
🍒 CHERRIES
sweet with a hint of tension
→ playful teasing / “tie the stem” flirting / building tension
🍒 “You’re not actually going to try that, are you?” / “Watch me.” / “You’re unbelievable.”
🧺 PACKING THE PICNIC
preparation as love
→ doing things for someone before they even ask
🧺 “You already thought of everything.” / “I know what you like.” / “You didn’t have to do all this.” - “I wanted to.”
🌻 WILDFLOWERS
simple, soft, meaningful
→ “i saw this and thought of you” / gentle love
🌻 “These aren’t anything special.” - “They are to me.” / “You picked these?” - “I saw them and—yeah.” / “You think of me when you’re not here?”
🌅 LAST SUMMER TOGETHER
knowing it’s ending
→ goodbye energy / nostalgia / unresolved feelings
🌅 “Let’s not talk about what happens after.” / “Just this once, okay?” / “I’m going to miss this.”
🚶 WALKING AWAY
choosing distance
→ self-protection / heartbreak / growth
🚶 “Don’t follow me.” / “If I stay again, I won’t leave at all.” / “This isn’t me giving up.”
🎶 PORTABLE RADIO
music drifting through the air
→ dancing / memory-triggered moments / song-associated love
🎶 “You remember this song?” / “Don’t laugh—dance with me.” / “We used to—” - “I know.”
🥪 SANDWHICHES
carefully made, quietly thoughtful
→ acts of service / knowing someone’s preferences / domestic intimacy
🥪 “You cut the crusts off.” - “You hate them.” / “You remembered that?” / “I always do.”
🤝 “WE'RE JUST FRIENDS”
until it’s clearly not
→ blurred lines / tension / denial
🤝 “We’re not doing anything wrong.” / “Then why does it feel like we are?” / “Say it—we’re just friends.”
🧊 COOLER
what’s kept hidden
→ secrets / things unsaid / emotional walls
🧊 “What else are you keeping in there?” / “Stuff you’re not ready for.” / “You don’t have to hide it from me."
✨ anything else i should know?
just this: take your time, enjoy the process, and don’t overthink it
this collab is about capturing a feeling. something warm, fleeting, and worth holding onto 🌼
for any more questions/curiosities feel free to send a message my way so we can figure it out! thank you all so much and i can't wait to see what you guys write!
throwing a few tags out there, don't feel pressured into doing anything i just thought i would spread the word and make the blanket big enough for us all ✨
and here it is folks, picnic blanket prompts has officially begun! i already want to thank everyone who showed interest in my little summer event, i'm really glad to see so many folks get excited about writing.
as always if there are any questions, comments or concerns feel free to hit my line and we can get it worked out. love you all & happy writing!
throwing a few more tags out there in case i missed anyone the first time around! as always don't feel pressured to join, just getting the word out!
@goldiwrites @mylovebuckyy @little-miss-dilf-lover @buckybsdoll @sunday-bug @mcrdvcks @mrs-elsie-barnes @its-in-the-woods @chateaubarnes @lokisbirdofhermes @metal-armed-muse @mylovebuckyy + anyone who'd like to join!
posting my wips in hopes that it motivates me to actually finish them 🙏🏼🙏🏼 lmk ur thoughts !! (ˊ˘ˋ*)
the summaries prob suck but they will get better come time to publish the fics i promise…
this specific fic has been on my mind for a while now,,, i’ve been struggling to find a good start and end point for it as it’s basically just a headcanon with no plot lolol i’m currently at 2k words but the final wordcount will probably change depending on where i take it,,, im hoping for it to be out at least. next week?? maybe,, i’m going on vacation soon so im trying to finish it before then!!!
this fic is literally my child and i love it so much but i will be SO happy when it’s published. i’m about halfway to goal word count (10k,, but it might change since i wanna follow the plot of the movie and there’s only an hour of it to work with) and there’s just so many decisions i have to make plot wise 😭😭 im not really sure when this one will be out,,,, but im hoping at the latest maybe early july?? i rlly love the tangled movie (and i rlly love bucky) so i’m trying to take my time to do it justice!!
big things coming. and by big things i mean i have typed a singular word onto a document. so expect a fic in anywhere from a week to 5 years i cant be too sure
a/n: hii lovelies!!! more headcanons (no angst.. i’m feeling nice) this time for my specialest boy bc i also think about him everyday all day….. i’m working on some longer things right now so just be patient i promise i’m trying 😓😓 will maddie ever finish a oneshot we may never know…. enjoy!! (≧∇≦)/
p.s. peep the new theme for pride month 🥳🥳🥳
- does yoga and is very passionate about it; it helps him calm down after nightmares and he likes doing it in the mornings to start his day (alpine also likes to join)
- likes to collect captain america merchandise, especially vintage merchandise (agent coulson has competition)
- adores going on dates to places like antique stores, record stores, museums… etc. he likes when he can be in your company in silence and doesn’t feel like he needs to perform or be someone else, he can just exist
- he snores. loudly. and once he’s comfortable with you and is able to fall asleep holding you (and isn’t waking up in the middle of the night because of nightmares), he is impossible to wake up in the mornings and he’s also impossible to move so if you wake up before him you just have to accept your fate and go back to sleep
- he is the best and most extra cat dad on the planet. alpine is SO spoiled and is literally living like a queen. he even takes her on walks in the mornings and she has her own personalized leash and harness
- i’m thinking in the summertime the metal of his arm overheats similar to that of a seatbelt in a car so he probably takes it off and douses it in ice water
- on a similar note, when you get super hot during the night he’ll slip his metal arm under your shirt to cool you off. i’m thinking he naturally runs cold so he uses you to warm himself up and you use him to cool down
- we already know he’s fond of nicknames (i.e. bucky, buck) but i think he absolutely melts when you call him by his first name. doesn’t matter if you’re being sweet or scolding him, he swoons every time. don’t even get him started on you calling him jamie.
- purposefully uses confusing 40s slang when he’s mad at you so you have absolutely no idea what he’s saying and thinks it’s the funniest thing ever
- very very very clingy and i mean this man has to have a hand on you 24/7. if you’re not holding hands his hand is on the small of your back or around your waist or playing with your hair; this man has to be touching you or he’ll combust
bucky my sweet sweet boy i love you so dearly
likes and comments are very much appreciated !! reblog for a kiss teehee ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)
۫ . ࣪ warnings: angst,,, i promise i kissed the brick this time::possible grammar/spelling mistakes
۫ . ࣪ a/n: tosses my slop at you,,, hehe maddie FINALLY finished a wip everybody cheer rn,,, sorry if this is bad but i gave up trying to work on it i have too many wips so js pretend it’s good ok guys
Steve Rogers hates the cold.
He hates how it makes him feel. how it seeps into his bones and never quite leaves. He hates how his skin prickles and his hair stands up and how he shivers and his teeth chatter so violently you can hear it from across the tower. The serum dials his senses up to 1000, and it makes the cold so much worse.
But most of all, Steve hates how the cold reminds him of the ice, of being asleep all these years, of waking up in the wrong time, where everyone he ever loved is gone.
He hates how it reminds him of you. You hated the cold, too, but you would have stripped to your undergarments in subzero conditions if it meant he was warm.
Now, he lies awake at night in the stale air of his cold room, dreaming about the winter of 1937. You were both 19, and he had an especially bad case of pneumonia. He remembers lying on that old, worn down couch in his and Bucky's shared apartment and shaking like a leaf while you spoon-fed him soup and talked on and on about how you're pretty sure the couple living across from you is cheating on each other simultaneously, but you aren't sure. It's kind of sad, really, you had said then, with a sorrow in your eyes that made his heart clench, and his limp fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and smooth that crease between your brows.
His voice was weak and hoarse from about a week straight of not talking when he spoke, "Why d'ya say that?"
Your eyes snapped to his when you heard him speak, almost like you hadn't expected it. hadn't expected he was listening. He remembers that surprise you had now and almost laughs. almost.
He always listened to you.
"'S just...I dunno." You lifted the warm spoon to his lips and let him take a small sip. "Makes me sad when relationships get bad like that. Love is a fragile thing, I suppose."
He stayed silent then, but if he could go back, he would've told you then. He would've told you how his heart nearly jumps out of his chest whenever you hold his hand or how he gets unreasonably angry whenever guys try to approach you in public because seeing you with someone else would be worse than dying, or how seeing you cry feels like he's being split in half.
But he never said any of that, and he's constantly haunted by it. Every couple he sees on the street, every modern cheesy rom-com Nat makes him watch, everything reminds him of the excruciating truth that he can't go back because Steve Rogers is a man out of time.
You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead gently as a warm smile slid onto your face. "Well, the good news is your fever is going down." his eyes followed your frame as you got up to rinse the soup bowl in the kitchen sink.
He shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable. "And the bad news?" he asked.
"You're gonna have to deal with me a little longer," you giggled to yourself over the noise of the tap. Steve would crawl over broken glass if it meant he could hear that laugh again. "I have to make sure your fever doesn't come back."
"'S not exactly bad news," he huffed. "I like having you around."
You turned off the tap and padded back into the living room, getting comfortable in front of the couch. "You sure you're not sick of me yet?" you grinned. Your features had this way of scrunching up whenever you smiled for real, and Steve thought it made you look like an angel.
Before he could come up with a smart remark, an especially violent shudder racked his small frame and wiped the smile off your face. You shot up from your makeshift seat on the floor and grabbed your coat off the coatrack to drape across his body. "'m cold..." he murmured.
"I know, Stevie. I'm here, okay? I'll always be here. Just get some rest..."
Steve wakes in a cold sweat, gasping and grabbing for something that's not there. After a long minute, he looks over at the alarm clock on his bedside table. It read 3:58 in big, bright red numbers. He should try to go back to sleep. he won't be able to—he's never able to, when he dreams of you—but he should try anyway. He gets out of bed. The crisp air of the compound makes him feel sick.
Steve hates the cold. So he puts the warmest coat he owns on top of at least 5 layers of clothing and steps out into the frigid mid-January air. He doesn't tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. to let the team know where he is, but they'll already know. This has been routine since he woke up. During the warmer months, he'll go for a run before heading back to the tower, but the snow is far too thick for it right now. It doesn't matter to him, though. It just means more time with you.
The trip to Brooklyn isn't bad this early in the morning. The train isn't too packed, and the train is warm and peaceful. Steve reads on the way there, and he knows it's probably the only quiet he'll get all day. About halfway through the ride, he stops reading and spends the rest of it staring out the window. He sees Brooklyn almost every day now, but no amount of exposure can ever really prepare him for how much it's changed since the 40s. he tries not to think about how, while the city he grew up in and loved was changing so drastically, he was frozen in a block of ice in the Arctic. He also tries not to think about how alone you were while Brooklyn was changing. He fails.
He gets off at his stop, and the instant bite of cold air is almost a relief against his suffocating thoughts. The bell rings as he walks into the florist's, and the old lady behind the counter smiles warmly at him. There's a flicker of pity mixed in with the recognition in her eyes, and it makes his stomach churn. She disappears to the back for a moment and then reappears with his usual, a bouquet of forget-me-nots. He starts to reach for his wallet, but the woman clicks her tongue and shoves the flowers into his hand. Usually, he would protest, as he always does, but he needs to hurry up and get back to the tower if he wants to make the early-morning meeting Tony scheduled. He smiles at the woman before walking out, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
Steve pulls his coat tighter around his middle as he walks, careful not to crush the flowers. You always used to tease him for not knowing his own strength after he got the serum. One time, you compared him to a newborn horse, and you laughed so hard you caught the attention of all the surrounding tables at the diner you were eating at. he remembers thinking you looked beautiful then, but he remembers thinking that anytime you were around.
The cold is unbearable as he kneels in the snow around your headstone. It shoots right through his skin to his bones and makes him shiver, but he feels closer to you like this. he replaces the old flowers with the fresh ones and brushes the layer of snow off the top of the stone. It's so cold he can see his breath when he opens his mouth to talk to you. he tells you everything. How his day was yesterday, how Tony got on his nerves, how the bakery down the street from the compound sells these cinnamon pastries he thinks you'd really like. he eventually runs out of things to say, and he frowns at the air as he shrugs off his coat to lay it over the headstone. You hated the cold just as much as he did.
Steve Rogers hates the cold. But he also hates being without you. He hates the idea of you on the other end of the radio when he crashed the Valkyrie, hand pressed against your mouth to stifle your sobs. He hates the idea of you seeing the headline in the same newspaper you used to help stuff his shoes with. he hates the idea of you continuing to search for him decades after his crash. He hates the idea of you, thin and frail and cold and alone in a hospice bed, taking your final breaths without him.
Steve Rogers hates the cold, but so did you. If he couldn't keep his promises of coming back and marrying you and growing old together, he'd at least keep you warm, as you had so many times before.
title is kinda ironic cuz he does not in fact have his love to keep him warm haha get it
i hope u enjoyed!! (even tho this might be slop) likes + comments are vv much appreciated!!!
girl never mind the damn brick you just stabbed me through the heart with a KNIFE?? oh my goddd poor baby steveeeeee, why would you do this to me (and him!!)
ahhh this was so amazing even if it did hit me all in the feels, but particularly what i enjoyed was the way you really captured steve’s yearner essence because oh my god if steven grant rogers is one thing, then he’s a yearner 😭
He stayed silent then, but if he could go back, he would've told you then. He would've told you how his heart nearly jumps out of his chest whenever you hold his hand or how he gets unreasonably angry whenever guys try to approach you in public because seeing you with someone else would be worse than dying, or how seeing you cry feels like he's being split in half.
But he never said any of that, and he's constantly haunted by it. Every couple he sees on the street, every modern cheesy rom-com Nat makes him watch, everything reminds him of the excruciating truth that he can't go back because Steve Rogers is a man out of time.
LIKEEE?? these two paragraphs in particular just KNOW i was sat in bed like 🥺🥺🥺 bc that’s baby. YOU CAPTURED HIM SO GOOD ALL THAT BOY DOES IS YEARN AND BE TRAGIC 😭
The cold is unbearable as he kneels in the snow around your headstone.
NOOOOOOOOOOO PLEASEEE JUST LET HIM BE HAPPYYYYYYY
he eventually runs out of things to say, and he frowns at the air as he shrugs off his coat to lay it over the headstone.
ARE YOU JOKINGGGGG PLEASEEE he’s such a gentleman and god i keep saying it but SO TRAGICC
oh my god maddie this broke my heart but in the best way, i loved it 🥺😭
۫ . ࣪ warnings: angst,,, i promise i kissed the brick this time::possible grammar/spelling mistakes
۫ . ࣪ a/n: tosses my slop at you,,, hehe maddie FINALLY finished a wip everybody cheer rn,,, sorry if this is bad but i gave up trying to work on it i have too many wips so js pretend it’s good ok guys
Steve Rogers hates the cold.
He hates how it makes him feel. how it seeps into his bones and never quite leaves. He hates how his skin prickles and his hair stands up and how he shivers and his teeth chatter so violently you can hear it from across the tower. The serum dials his senses up to 1000, and it makes the cold so much worse.
But most of all, Steve hates how the cold reminds him of the ice, of being asleep all these years, of waking up in the wrong time, where everyone he ever loved is gone.
He hates how it reminds him of you. You hated the cold, too, but you would have stripped to your undergarments in subzero conditions if it meant he was warm.
Now, he lies awake at night in the stale air of his cold room, dreaming about the winter of 1937. You were both 19, and he had an especially bad case of pneumonia. He remembers lying on that old, worn down couch in his and Bucky's shared apartment and shaking like a leaf while you spoon-fed him soup and talked on and on about how you're pretty sure the couple living across from you is cheating on each other simultaneously, but you aren't sure. It's kind of sad, really, you had said then, with a sorrow in your eyes that made his heart clench, and his limp fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and smooth that crease between your brows.
His voice was weak and hoarse from about a week straight of not talking when he spoke, "Why d'ya say that?"
Your eyes snapped to his when you heard him speak, almost like you hadn't expected it. hadn't expected he was listening. He remembers that surprise you had now and almost laughs. almost.
He always listened to you.
"'S just...I dunno." You lifted the warm spoon to his lips and let him take a small sip. "Makes me sad when relationships get bad like that. Love is a fragile thing, I suppose."
He stayed silent then, but if he could go back, he would've told you then. He would've told you how his heart nearly jumps out of his chest whenever you hold his hand or how he gets unreasonably angry whenever guys try to approach you in public because seeing you with someone else would be worse than dying, or how seeing you cry feels like he's being split in half.
But he never said any of that, and he's constantly haunted by it. Every couple he sees on the street, every modern cheesy rom-com Nat makes him watch, everything reminds him of the excruciating truth that he can't go back because Steve Rogers is a man out of time.
You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead gently as a warm smile slid onto your face. "Well, the good news is your fever is going down." his eyes followed your frame as you got up to rinse the soup bowl in the kitchen sink.
He shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable. "And the bad news?" he asked.
"You're gonna have to deal with me a little longer," you giggled to yourself over the noise of the tap. Steve would crawl over broken glass if it meant he could hear that laugh again. "I have to make sure your fever doesn't come back."
"'S not exactly bad news," he huffed. "I like having you around."
You turned off the tap and padded back into the living room, getting comfortable in front of the couch. "You sure you're not sick of me yet?" you grinned. Your features had this way of scrunching up whenever you smiled for real, and Steve thought it made you look like an angel.
Before he could come up with a smart remark, an especially violent shudder racked his small frame and wiped the smile off your face. You shot up from your makeshift seat on the floor and grabbed your coat off the coatrack to drape across his body. "'m cold..." he murmured.
"I know, Stevie. I'm here, okay? I'll always be here. Just get some rest..."
Steve wakes in a cold sweat, gasping and grabbing for something that's not there. After a long minute, he looks over at the alarm clock on his bedside table. It read 3:58 in big, bright red numbers. He should try to go back to sleep. he won't be able to—he's never able to, when he dreams of you—but he should try anyway. He gets out of bed. The crisp air of the compound makes him feel sick.
Steve hates the cold. So he puts the warmest coat he owns on top of at least 5 layers of clothing and steps out into the frigid mid-January air. He doesn't tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. to let the team know where he is, but they'll already know. This has been routine since he woke up. During the warmer months, he'll go for a run before heading back to the tower, but the snow is far too thick for it right now. It doesn't matter to him, though. It just means more time with you.
The trip to Brooklyn isn't bad this early in the morning. The train isn't too packed, and the train is warm and peaceful. Steve reads on the way there, and he knows it's probably the only quiet he'll get all day. About halfway through the ride, he stops reading and spends the rest of it staring out the window. He sees Brooklyn almost every day now, but no amount of exposure can ever really prepare him for how much it's changed since the 40s. he tries not to think about how, while the city he grew up in and loved was changing so drastically, he was frozen in a block of ice in the Arctic. He also tries not to think about how alone you were while Brooklyn was changing. He fails.
He gets off at his stop, and the instant bite of cold air is almost a relief against his suffocating thoughts. The bell rings as he walks into the florist's, and the old lady behind the counter smiles warmly at him. There's a flicker of pity mixed in with the recognition in her eyes, and it makes his stomach churn. She disappears to the back for a moment and then reappears with his usual, a bouquet of forget-me-nots. He starts to reach for his wallet, but the woman clicks her tongue and shoves the flowers into his hand. Usually, he would protest, as he always does, but he needs to hurry up and get back to the tower if he wants to make the early-morning meeting Tony scheduled. He smiles at the woman before walking out, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
Steve pulls his coat tighter around his middle as he walks, careful not to crush the flowers. You always used to tease him for not knowing his own strength after he got the serum. One time, you compared him to a newborn horse, and you laughed so hard you caught the attention of all the surrounding tables at the diner you were eating at. he remembers thinking you looked beautiful then, but he remembers thinking that anytime you were around.
The cold is unbearable as he kneels in the snow around your headstone. It shoots right through his skin to his bones and makes him shiver, but he feels closer to you like this. he replaces the old flowers with the fresh ones and brushes the layer of snow off the top of the stone. It's so cold he can see his breath when he opens his mouth to talk to you. he tells you everything. How his day was yesterday, how Tony got on his nerves, how the bakery down the street from the compound sells these cinnamon pastries he thinks you'd really like. he eventually runs out of things to say, and he frowns at the air as he shrugs off his coat to lay it over the headstone. You hated the cold just as much as he did.
Steve Rogers hates the cold. But he also hates being without you. He hates the idea of you on the other end of the radio when he crashed the Valkyrie, hand pressed against your mouth to stifle your sobs. He hates the idea of you seeing the headline in the same newspaper you used to help stuff his shoes with. he hates the idea of you continuing to search for him decades after his crash. He hates the idea of you, thin and frail and cold and alone in a hospice bed, taking your final breaths without him.
Steve Rogers hates the cold, but so did you. If he couldn't keep his promises of coming back and marrying you and growing old together, he'd at least keep you warm, as you had so many times before.
title is kinda ironic cuz he does not in fact have his love to keep him warm haha get it
i hope u enjoyed!! (even tho this might be slop) likes + comments are vv much appreciated!!!
a/n: hii lovelies!!! more headcanons (no angst.. i’m feeling nice) this time for my specialest boy bc i also think about him everyday all day….. i’m working on some longer things right now so just be patient i promise i’m trying 😓😓 will maddie ever finish a oneshot we may never know…. enjoy!! (≧∇≦)/
p.s. peep the new theme for pride month 🥳🥳🥳
- does yoga and is very passionate about it; it helps him calm down after nightmares and he likes doing it in the mornings to start his day (alpine also likes to join)
- likes to collect captain america merchandise, especially vintage merchandise (agent coulson has competition)
- adores going on dates to places like antique stores, record stores, museums… etc. he likes when he can be in your company in silence and doesn’t feel like he needs to perform or be someone else, he can just exist
- he snores. loudly. and once he’s comfortable with you and is able to fall asleep holding you (and isn’t waking up in the middle of the night because of nightmares), he is impossible to wake up in the mornings and he’s also impossible to move so if you wake up before him you just have to accept your fate and go back to sleep
- he is the best and most extra cat dad on the planet. alpine is SO spoiled and is literally living like a queen. he even takes her on walks in the mornings and she has her own personalized leash and harness
- i’m thinking in the summertime the metal of his arm overheats similar to that of a seatbelt in a car so he probably takes it off and douses it in ice water
- on a similar note, when you get super hot during the night he’ll slip his metal arm under your shirt to cool you off. i’m thinking he naturally runs cold so he uses you to warm himself up and you use him to cool down
- we already know he’s fond of nicknames (i.e. bucky, buck) but i think he absolutely melts when you call him by his first name. doesn’t matter if you’re being sweet or scolding him, he swoons every time. don’t even get him started on you calling him jamie.
- purposefully uses confusing 40s slang when he’s mad at you so you have absolutely no idea what he’s saying and thinks it’s the funniest thing ever
- very very very clingy and i mean this man has to have a hand on you 24/7. if you’re not holding hands his hand is on the small of your back or around your waist or playing with your hair; this man has to be touching you or he’ll combust
bucky my sweet sweet boy i love you so dearly
likes and comments are very much appreciated !! reblog for a kiss teehee ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)
a/n: more steve headcanons!!! (no angst this time 🥹) some of these lean more x reader,, some are just random bc i think abt him all day every day,,,, enjoy lovies!! <3 ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚
- steve eats about 300 pounds of sugar every day and absolutely loves it. he wasn’t really able to eat a lot of sugary things back in the 40s due to him being poor but also because of his poor health so best believe he consumes sugar at an extreme level with absolutely no consequences bc of the serum. whenever you two go out to eat together, he ALWAYS orders dessert and always insists you get some with him.
- sleeps in the fetal position 100% and can’t fall asleep without hugging something: a pillow, a stuffed animal, you… will occasionally be the little spoon but will end up the big spoon in the middle of the night
- is alllllwaayyyss hot (metaphorically and literally) he’s like a human furnace. you mention one time you tend to run cold and now he never lets go of you. a hand on the small of your back, interlacing his fingers with yours…during team movie nights he somehow defies aww laws of physics and completely wraps himself around you and the warmth is so comforting you both fall asleep. (nat definitely takes pictures)
- despite being all cool and mysterious, he cannot drink black coffee. he tried it once and almost threw up. definitely orders lattes or frappucinos with 17 different syrups added in (again with the sugar..)
- has very good dental hygiene despite only using bubblegum toothpaste. he is the dentists’s favorite client he brushes AND flosses twice a day and even has those little paper cups in his bathroom for rinsing his mouth out. i think he’d probably always carry mints with him as well
- i think steve would be the kind of boyfriend to never come home without something for you. he’s always buying you stuff that reminds him of you wether it be flowers, (despite already having a day old bouquet in your apartment) a stuffed animal, or your favorite drink/snack
- loves and i mean LOVES trying stuff with you. he loves watching new movies with you while you both have face masks and eye patches on. i think he’d also like trying new recipes with you and will eat all of it in one sitting (even if it’s not that good) just to see you smile
- i think he’d really like laufey and i think listening to her would calm him down
- always holding your stuff for you even if uou insist you can do it. shopping bags, your purse, your drink, your food, the list goes on. he’ll be holding things with all 4 limbs before he lets you carry your own things
a/n: more steve headcanons!!! (no angst this time 🥹) some of these lean more x reader,, some are just random bc i think abt him all day every day,,,, enjoy lovies!! <3 ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚
- steve eats about 300 pounds of sugar every day and absolutely loves it. he wasn’t really able to eat a lot of sugary things back in the 40s due to him being poor but also because of his poor health so best believe he consumes sugar at an extreme level with absolutely no consequences bc of the serum. whenever you two go out to eat together, he ALWAYS orders dessert and always insists you get some with him.
- sleeps in the fetal position 100% and can’t fall asleep without hugging something: a pillow, a stuffed animal, you… will occasionally be the little spoon but will end up the big spoon in the middle of the night
- is alllllwaayyyss hot (metaphorically and literally) he’s like a human furnace. you mention one time you tend to run cold and now he never lets go of you. a hand on the small of your back, interlacing his fingers with yours…during team movie nights he somehow defies aww laws of physics and completely wraps himself around you and the warmth is so comforting you both fall asleep. (nat definitely takes pictures)
- despite being all cool and mysterious, he cannot drink black coffee. he tried it once and almost threw up. definitely orders lattes or frappucinos with 17 different syrups added in (again with the sugar..)
- has very good dental hygiene despite only using bubblegum toothpaste. he is the dentists’s favorite client he brushes AND flosses twice a day and even has those little paper cups in his bathroom for rinsing his mouth out. i think he’d probably always carry mints with him as well
- i think steve would be the kind of boyfriend to never come home without something for you. he’s always buying you stuff that reminds him of you wether it be flowers, (despite already having a day old bouquet in your apartment) a stuffed animal, or your favorite drink/snack
- loves and i mean LOVES trying stuff with you. he loves watching new movies with you while you both have face masks and eye patches on. i think he’d also like trying new recipes with you and will eat all of it in one sitting (even if it’s not that good) just to see you smile
- i think he’d really like laufey and i think listening to her would calm him down
- always holding your stuff for you even if uou insist you can do it. shopping bags, your purse, your drink, your food, the list goes on. he’ll be holding things with all 4 limbs before he lets you carry your own things
note: first fic except it’s technically not a fic uhm. anyways this is my first post ever so pls b nice!! (im still figuring out how tumblr works 💔)
pairing: preserum!steve rogers/reader…sort of modern day steve/reader
wc: 876
warnings: this is kinda buns,,,,little bit of angst uh i think that’s it
preserum!steve who gets into fights with anybody who says anything nasty about you, although he knows you’d kill him for endangering himself over nothing, so he doesn’t tell you. because it isn’t nothing when it’s you, because you’re everything good and he’ll defend your honor till he dies, if that’s what it takes.
preserum!steve who glares at any guy who tries to ask you out or makes some flirtatious comment when you walk past. he tells himself it’s normal and it doesn’t mean anything, hell, bucky does it too. but he can’t ignore the tight feeling in his chest when he so much as thinks about you going out with somebody else or the guilt gnawing at him when him and bucky’s glaring steers any guys away because you deserve happiness too.
preserum!steve who claims to hate dancing until you’re pulling him onto the dance hall floor and all but pouting at him when he tries to sneak away. (“i’ve got two left feet, sweetheart,”) but when he saw the little downturn of your lips and your glassy eyes looking into his, he practically melted. neither of you knew how to dance, really, but steve swore it was the best few minutes of his life. you stepped on each other’s feet and stumbled everywhere and almost fell when he spun you, but the sound of your laughter instantly brightened the whole dance hall, steve swore.
preserum!steve who remembers the exact moment he realized he had fallen in love with you, when he was down with an especially bad case of the flu, sprawled out on the small rickety couch in his apartment with a fever so high he swore he started hallucinating. you were a lot more panicked than he was, but a 102 degree fever doesn’t really leave much room for someone to be thinking at all. your hands shook as you attempted to force-feed him soup, using the spoon to pry his lips open because he didn’t even have enough energy to move his mouth. the memory was foggy and glazed over but he remembered looking at your face and thinking you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, with your tear-streaked cheeks and your hair all messy from running around and taking care of him all day. some of your tears had started to fall into the soup bowl perched in your lap, but you were too busy sobbing with your head in your hands and your elbows propped up on the couch cushion to notice. he remembers wanting so badly to reach out and stroke your hair, or catch your tears with his thumb, or interlock your pinkies together, anything to stop you from crying, because when you cried, he swore it split his heart in two.
preserum!steve who wanted to tell you in person when he was accepted into the army, but instantly regretted it once he saw your face crumple. he didn’t want to leave you, he never would want that, but at the end of the day, steve rogers was always going to do what was right to him. to his relief, you told him you understood and that you weren’t angry with him with the gentlest expression he’d ever seen. and when you embraced to say goodbye, that little voice in the back of his head that had been there since you were both ten years old grew louder than ever before. it was like he could feel water breaching the dam he had worked so hard to build all these years, and when you pulled back to look at him, before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed his lips to yours. you kissed him back slowly and sweetly and that little voice was now a symphony in his mind, taking over every sense and every nerve in his body. he pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours while cupping your cheeks with his shaky hands. “i’ll come back, sweetheart. no matter what it takes,” he muttered into your hair as he pressed a kiss there. you nodded and let your tears keep falling.
steve rogers, who is now Captain America, a symbol of hope, an Avenger, but still keeps a picture of you from that first day you’d danced with him in his wallet. it’s worn and soft at the edges and discolored from time, but he can’t let go of it, can’t let go of you. he flinches anytime he hears your favorite song, because all he can think about is how badly he wants to dance with you again and step on your feet and stumble all over the place like you did when you were teenagers. ever letter you’d sent him were with him when he went in the ice, worn and yellowed now, and they lived under his pillow in his Brooklyn apartment. they sit on the opposite side of where steve sleeps, and your still perfume still lingers in the air above the pillow where they lay, and when he closes his eyes, he dreams you’re there with him and he is holding onto you tightly and will never, ever let go.
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