Thursday: Share my blanket
Hello, everyone. I’m evil_little_dog and today's theme is All Comfy-Cozy. All prompts should inspire warmth, like cuddling, comforting, blanket fic, curtain fics, well, you get the idea!
Just a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row ( Read more... )
Just a few rules:No more than five prompts in a row ( Read more... )
“Stevie,” Bucky says, giving him the full shit-eating grin Steve hasn’t seen since 1945, “which one do you want?”
Steve stares at the row of giant stuffed unicorns in varying shades of neon hanging from the booth. “That one,” he says, deadpan, pointing at a lime green monstrosity which he fully expects to be carrying back to the Avengers tower where Clint will laugh his ass off and Tony will make the security video footage into a trending Vine.
Bucky won Steve a kewpie doll and a bright-painted whistle the last time they went to Coney Island. Steve used to keep the whistle on him and it ended up in the Smithsonian, memorialized under glass with a tidy label
Whistle
c. 1942
Wood and lead paint
Found in rucksack of S. Rogers in Swiss Alps
900.12.67
like it cost more than a penny. He wonders if Bucky saw it there, if he remembers that to Steve it was priceless.
“It’s yours,” Bucky says confidently, trading five dollars for the hammer. He raises it and glances over his shoulder to make sure Steve’s watching. Steve rolls his eyes fondly and Bucky swings, a hard downward arc. The puck shoots up at lightning speed. Clang!
“Thanks, Buck. You’re a prince,” Steve says as Bucky gleefully hands him the stuffed unicorn. He tucks it securely under his arm. A group of girls walk past and giggle.
Bucky smiles and Steve’s so glad he’s having a good day, that all their good days aren’t behind them. He loops an arm around Steve’s neck. “You’re the real prize, Steve,” Bucky says. “C’mon, I’ll get you a candy apple.”
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Aww, this is so adorable. Thank you!
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