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if we were 1945 you wouldn't love me in a different time you'd return from war to pick more fights 100 years of letters war still rages on forever so human, so untethered you won't treat me better you can't treat me better (x)

#Oof #OUCH

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Send my muse “What would you do if...” scenarios.

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#way late to the game #but happy sinday

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Like this for a starter from a lyric from The Tortured Poets Department

#//starter call

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the tortured poets department sentence starters.

i was supposed to be sent away, but they forgot to come and get me.

i love you, it's ruining my life.

my husband is cheating. i wanna kill him.

thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.

who's gonna hold you like me?

who's gonna know you, if not me?

sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

everyone we know understands why it's meant to be. 'cause we're crazy.

who else is gonna know me?

i should've known it was a matter of time.

we could've played for keeps this time.

once i fix me, he's gonna miss me.

he told me i'm better off, but i'm not.

fuck it if i can't have him.

i might just die, it would make no difference.

fuck it if i can't have us.

'cause fuck it, i was in love.

i stopped trying to make him laugh.

how much sad did you think i had in me?

you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it.

just how low did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode?

you swore you love me, but where were the clues?

i'm just mad as hell 'cause i loved this place.

i forget if this was ever fun.

no, i'm not coming to my sense.

i know he's crazy, but he's the one i want.

i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning.

i'll tell you something about my good name - it's mine alone to disgrace.

you ain't gotta pray for me.

no, you can't come to the wedding.

it's gonna be alright, i did my time.

i will never lose my baby again.

ain't no way i'm gonna screw up now that i know what's at stake.

they said i was a cheat. i guess it must be true.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

tell me i'm dispicable, say it's unforgivable.

am i allowed to cry?

i keep recalling things we never did.

someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts.

if it's make-believe, why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

they're gonna crucify me anyway.

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

you don't get to tell me about "sad."

if you wanted me dead, you should've just said.

who's afraid of little old me?

at all costs, keep your good name.

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

so tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is?

say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did?

i'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said?

i'm fearsome, and i'm wretched, and i'm wrong.

you caged me, and then you called me crazy.

i am what i am 'cause you trained me.

i can fix him. no really, i can.

come close, i'll show you heaven.

trust me, i can handle me a dangerous man.

you said i'm the love of your life.

well, you took me to hell, too.

what we thought was for all time was momentary.

are they second-hand embarrassed that i can't get out of bed 'cause something counterfeit's dead?

you're the loss of my life.

i can handle my shit.

he said he'd love me all his life, but that life was too short.

i can do it with a broken heart.

i'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague.

i cry a lot, but i am so productive. it's an art.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

i'm sure i can pass this test.

they said, "babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and i did.

'cause i'm miserable! and nobody even knows!

was any of it true?

who the fuck was that guy?

they just ghosted you. now you know what it feels like.

i don't even want you back.

you didn't measure up in any measure of a man.

were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

'cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden.

i would've died for your sins. instead i just died inside.

i'll forget you, but i'll never forgive.

i haven't come around in so long, but i'm making a comeback to where i belong.

this town is fake, but you're the real thing.

the crown is stained, but you're the real queen.

you're the new god we're worshipping.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

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Deleted scene from Captain America: Civil War (2016) dir. Joe & Anthony Russo.

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  nsfw  prompts ,  separated  by  quotes   &   acts .   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one  who  posted  the  meme .  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts  )

       →  WORDS .

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜ ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜ ❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ ❛  i want you to ride  [ me / my fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  you  make  the  prettiest  sounds .  ❜ ❛  say  please .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  make  this  last .  ❜ ❛  look  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ ❛  yeah ,  just like that -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you .  ❜ ❛  god ,  shut  up  and  fuck  me  already !  ❜ ❛  god ,  yes ,  [ name ] ,  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  idea  how  long  i’ve  wanted  to  do  this .  ❜ ❛  who  gets  to  touch  you  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  come  for  me .  ❜ ❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ ❛  brace  your  hands  on  the  wall .  ❜ ❛  could  you  come  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  let  me  come -  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  this  all  night .  ❜ ❛  you’re  such  a  tease .  ❜ ❛  take  these  off .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  feel  your  [ mouth / fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ ❛  we  shouldn’t -  ah ,  we shouldn’t be doing this .  ❜ ❛  faster ,  [ name ] ,  i  need  more .  ❜ ❛  is  this  good ?  ❜ ❛  keep  your  eyes  open .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  else  you  can  do .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  gentle .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  hear  you  beg .  ❜ ❛  can  i  take  this  off ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  please ,  please -  ❜ ❛  you’re  doing  so  well  for  me .  ❜ ❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ ❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  buy  you  another  one .  ❜ ❛  say  my  name .  louder .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  any  longer .  ❜ ❛  you  feel  so  good .  ❜ ❛  you’re  going  to  leave  a  mark -  ❜ ❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ ❛  do  you  deserve  it ?   ❜ ❛  did  i  say  you  could  come ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  close -  ❜ ❛  they’re  going  to  catch  us -  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  right  here .  ❜ ❛  we  have  to  be  quiet .  ❜

         →  ACTIONS .

❛  pin .   to  restrain  my  muse’s  hands  during  intimacy . ❛  mirror .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  front  of  a  mirror . ❛  deny .   to  deny  my  muse  an  orgasm . ❛  distance .   to  have  [ phone / video ]  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  playlist .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  while  music  is  playing . ❛  paw .   to  fondle  my  muse’s   [ chest  /  ass ] . ❛  wall .   to  pin  my  muse  against  a  wall . ❛  table .   to  hoist  my  muse  onto  a  [ table  /  counter ] . ❛  clothed .   to  make  my  muse  come  while  fully  dressed . ❛  finger .   to  finger  my  muse . ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral . ❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . ❛  distraction .   to  rile  my  muse  up  during  a  film . ❛  mark .   to  leave  marks  on  my  muse  [  optional :  specify where  ] . ❛  tie .   to  use  restraints  on  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  throat .   to  choke  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  sparring .   for  sparring  to  turn  into  sex . ❛  toys .   to  use  toys  [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ]  on  my  muse . ❛  imagery .   to  send  my  muse  a  risque  photo . ❛  drag .   to  pull  my  muse  closer  by  a  piece  of  clothing . ❛  tear .   to  tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛  shower .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  the  [ shower / bath ] . ❛  sneaky .   to  sneak  away  from  a  gathering  to  have  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  beg .   to  make  my  muse  beg . ❛  carnal .   to  [ scratch / bite ]  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  preoccupied .   to  rile  my  muse  up  as  they  [ read / work ] . ❛  jealous .   to  purposefully  make  my  muse  react  possessively . ❛  dare .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  based  off  a  dare . ❛  read .   to  re-enact  something  from  a  [ book / show / porn ]  with  my  muse . ❛  collapse .   to  break  a  bed  during  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  caught .   to  get  caught  with  my  muse  during  sex .

#//memes

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RANDOM INJURY CARETAKING STARTERS

“You’re cold, come here.”

“Breathe, breathe, it’s gonna be okay.”

“Hey, I’ve got you. You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“Shh, shh, it’s alright. It’s okay.”

“I’m right here. I’m not leaving you, alright?”

“Look at me.”

“You’re hurt, you need to sit down.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s just a flesh wound.”

“I’m fine, stop worrying so much.”

“You need to rest.”

“I’ll rest when I’m dead. Let’s go.”

“Hey, stay with me.”

“Woah, steady.”

“You’re shaking.”

“I can hear your heartbeat from here.”

“I can feel your heartbeat.”

“Count to ten for me, and then backwards to one.”

“Can you hear me?”

“Just focus on my heartbeat, okay?”

“Nothing is gonna hurt you now.”

“Let me take a look at that wound.”

“Take a few deep breaths, it’ll help lower your heart rate and calm your body down a bit.”

“Match your breathing with mine. You can do it.”

“You’re hurt, I’m not leaving you.”

“Just leave me.”

“I’ll be okay, just go.”

“Your heartbeat is so loud.”

“Can you just…hold me?”

“I won’t let go.”

“I know you’re scared, but you’re gonna have to let me go so I can stop you from bleeding out.”

“You’re not dying. I’m not gonna let you.”

“Am I gonna die?”

“I’m so tired…”

“Can I…just…”

“No, no! Open your eyes!”

“Oh thank god, you’re okay.”

“What happened?”

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Okay. If I've missed something and you'd like to continue it, please let me know.

But otherwise I think I'm caught up so like for a short starter if you'd like any interactions with Shar!

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@lamentingwclf continued from x

There wasn't a moment where she didn't think about him. There wasn't a second that came that her fears stilled or her nights didn't revolve around him and what he was doing. She made that choice to help Steve to save Bucky. She made it alone and she'd do it again and again because it ultimately meant his freedom. If the government got him he'd be wasting away on the Raft. He'd be forced to live the rest of his days as just another prisoner in a different cell. They would have used, him just as they were now, but at least he had his mind back. He had his mind back thanks to the choice Steve made and those around him. He got to recover and find some serenity in Wakanda. He got to be free. And now all of it wasted on her...and there was nothing she could do to stop it. He was just like that other Brooklyn boy- too stubborn for their own good.

He didn't contact her. He didn't reach out. Which was why she was so startled when she opened her door she thought she was just dreaming. Until he takes ahold of her.

They crash together with such force, if it wasn't for his arms around her she would have fallen, but she doesn't miss a beat. Her lips reciprocate the kiss immediately, hands coming to his face to hold him against her as they kiss until they're both breathless.

Eyes stay squeezed shut even as he pulls away to give the update. The end of a mission. And there's so many questions she has, but she makes no attempt to ask them. Not now. Instead she pulls him to her again and kisses him, hoping her lips can convey what words can't. Show him how badly she missed him, how worried she was, how grateful, and how angry she was for being so stupid. Words aren't spoken, just emotions and actions as she moves him to her bedroom then to her bed where she loves him. Loves him completely. His scars, his presence, his past. Him.

Her head lays on his chest as they both lay still, fingers softly moving against his bare chest. ".....Thank you," Sharon finally whispers, unable to quite comprehend her freedom and it's cost. "....no more. Ever again. You hear me." Slowly her head lifts to look at him. "Never again...we're even. We both sacrificed for each other...and it's alright now....right?"

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"You can't," Sharon whispers, her voice pleading with desperation. "You can't prevent it, not all of it. It's not possible. Bad things are out there Bucky, always has, always will. And there's nothing you can do to stop that. You have your arm, you have your strength, a-and you're smart and tactical- but you're still just one man. No one man can stop it all. Bucky, you don't want to lose me anymore than I want to lose you. Anything can happen, at any time. So why don't you stay here- actually with me instead of making yourself a target where that reality is far more likely for me than it is for you."

Eyes close at the promise that comes again, her head falling as he tucks her hair back and takes her hand. She can't look at him. She can't see his wounds. She can't see the look in his eyes because it'll break her. Instead she keeps her gaze on the ground and whispers. "You're not going to stop..."

The blonde is quiet for a few moments, letting a few tears slip down her cheeks, letting him tug at her arm, letting him plead, but she makes no move towards him. "You should sleep..." It takes another minute but finally Sharon gathers the courage to look at him and pull her hand away.

"Go lay down...you need to sleep. I need to...I need to think for a little while longer then....then I'll come to bed. But...just go sleep. We'll talk more about it in the morning. You're not going to heal if you don't sleep...so just go....please."

He heads to the kitchen— he’s not sure why. His brain isnt focused. Scattered thoughts running rampant, enjoying the field day they’ve been having for days now. Weeks? Months? He doesn’t know when time started to blend together. What an unnecessary mess.

He opens a cabinet, scans the shelf for not a god damn thing. Closes it. Goes to open a drawer before she’s standing in front of him with gentle hands. Gentle, because they always are. He doesn’t flinch, these are hands he knows well.

‘Do you want to get hurt?’ Not exactly

‘Do you think that's what you deserve?’ Not exactly.

The absolute truth of it all is he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Feels like a car that’s lost all its tires and is just gliding on sparking rims. He has to keep going, though. It can’t stop, not until he’s the one to stop it all. He can’t keep doing this, but he has to keep doing this— understand the issue? Because he barely does. What he does understand, sincerely he does, is that this is hurting her. He doesn’t want to break her down with him.

“I know. I know, I feel the same.” His eyes closed the minute she rested her forehead on his, they open now. He pulls back an inch so he can look her in the eyes. “I’m trying to make things safer out there so I don’t lose you, so no one loses the people they love to some violence. It’s ruins people, Sharon. Scars them for decades, I’ve seen it.” Funny way of saying he’s stalked the families of his victims from a distance as— some kind of penance, maybe? “I’m trying to prevent it.”

Oh, he is breaking her down. It’s not fair, not a second of it. He sees it clear as day. “I’ll always come back.” Finally, something he knows he can’t actually promise. But he’ll try his hardest, life hasn’t taken him out yet, against all odds.

He reaches up, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She’s his good thing. Makes him happy in ways that never thought he’d get to experience again, and he’d love to keep her. God, does he want to keep her. He doesn’t want to have this conversation, because he thinks he sees the ending. He can’t commit to stopping, he has so much work to do. And if he says that, flat out says it, he doesn’t think he’ll be keeping a thing.

“It's late.” He’s selfish. “I just want to go to bed.” Manipulative, too. Jackass, the only reason you can get your sorry ass to sleep in a bed is because she pulled you off the floor and let you curl around her. He takes hold of her hand, tugs lightly. “I’m tired, darling. Let’s go to sleep.”

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"How awfully presumptuous of you to think I'd let you."

@butwithmoreme

"I'm sorry, I thought you knew that you didn't have a say. Hate to break it to you Tony, but you don't."

#not sure what this meme is from #but I'm sorry it took forever #and I'm sorry it's so sucky

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pretend you're talking to me.

@ragebuilt

Brows raise immediately at the presence of the woman suddenly in front of her, but she doesn't miss a beat. There isn't the luxury of missing a beat in her line of work, her eyes don't even stray to spot the potential danger of what she could be talking about.

"Do I even want to know what you've got yourself into this time?"

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Her feelings on his hibernation are mixed. He had to sleep, had to let his body rest. What he was doing wasn't sustainable or healthy and ultimately it would send him spiraling and crashing out, she was just lucky enough that this time his body decided to give on its own without the need of medical interference that only made things worse. But, she couldn't help the way she would worry about him or wish that he was up. There was never a tell at how long he'd sleep during these periods, but she couldn't help the way she'd stand in the doorway and fear not seeing the rise and fall of his chest anymore.

So she tried to stay busy around the house. Answer emails and calls, get in as many meetings as she could before she'd find things to straighten up around the place before laying next to him at night where she'd trace his features until she fell asleep.

The sound of water running that third morning causes a giddy smile to come to her lips and quickly Sharon moves to make the coffee and order in some breakfast.

"Hey baby," Sharon whispers at the gentle kiss to her head, knowing asking him how he was feeling and how he slept would only receive a dismissive grunt. Brows rise at how quickly he speaks as she plates his eggs and bagel, pushing a cup of fruit and juice towards his seat as well. "Arlington?"

The reasoning causes her to stop mid-chew after she popped a strawberry in her mouth and for a moment she's not sure she heard him correctly. "What?" She gives it another moment then swallows and goes over to him, her hand coming up to feel the back of his forehead, checking for a fever. When one isn't felt her other hand reaches up to join the other as she cups his face.

"You're serious? Y-You want a house?" She'd dropped hints, of course she had. But never did she push him. He had to go at his pace, besides he had enough on his plate, and she knew how much he still didn't trust his thoughts or intuitions. And that was okay. She would wait for him.

Sharon smiles widely, softly brushing his cheeks. "...That's- yes- yes let's go to Arlington. But...but you're not buying me a house. We're buying a house....me and you.."

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"Yes we called Shuri. She needed to know what was happening, and she's the one who made the final call to keep you in the states. Everyone is in the loop that needs to be, and all we want is for you to get better. So...instead of being stubborn about it...just get better and then we can go home."

Her eyes widen immediately as his hand comes up to rip the oxygen tube from his nose, and while she isn't surprised- not in the slightest- she is shocked he did it this quickly. "What did I just say?" Sharon shoots quickly but sighs in defeat and decides to let the tube hang from the hospital bed before climbing in with him- surprised at just how much extra room there was with an arm missing.

Tears fill her eyes at what happened and what so quickly could have turned to if the paramedics weren't as close as they were. Just a few more yards out and she could have lost him forever. Her head softly nuzzles closer to him as she sucks in a breath.

Her eyes now watch as he takes her hand and press it to her hand, feeling the soft beat of it....feeling his life still present- still with her. She lets herself feel each beat until he speaks and Sharon stills.

Slowly her head raises to look at him, a look of disbelief and confusion on her features before a small smile begins to flicker, a tear falling. "....Is that your poor attempt at a proposal?" Her hand turns in his to give it a tight squeeze. "You...you were leaving. You gave me your information to your money- which I don't want. But you...you thought you'd never see me again."

Sharon's eyes drift off for a moment then shakes her head, forcing the memory out of her mind then moves to kiss across his features. His forehead down to his cheeks, to his jaw then up to his lips. "You want to marry me?" Another soft kiss comes. "Because....I do...I want to marry you. But-" One more. "You have to ask me, not give me your Bucky coded questions...all you have to do is ask- you already know the answer...so you don't have to be scared of anything."

He relaxes bit by bit at the assurances she provides to him. He'd feel more comfortable leaving, going home, or even just having a pair of pants. It wasn't just a deep seated hatred of hospitals built from a combination of genuine fear of human greed and the temptation of the price of his blood; or the overwhelming fear that left a bad taste in his mouth of consistent memories of being strapped to tables while who the hell knew did whatever the fuck they wanted to his prone form. It's that he just didn't like the lack of control.

"You called Shuri on me?" He says with all the disapproval of a youth who'd been turned in to their parents. Bucky is equally impressed and appalled by her thoroughness. The logical parts of his brain recognized the necessity to all of this. He'd been seriously hurt, though he wasn't aware of the fact his heart stopped until she tells him. The illogical part she'd so carefully planned for was true to form, if he was free standing, and fully clothed, he would run. Especially if he found out whoever had targeted them was still out there and unidentified. The longer he remained here out of commission, the colder the trail became.

There was still that innate instinct to hunt down a threat and neutralize it amplified by having something to lose.

Hand freed, he pulls the tubing from his nose, and almost sighs in relief. But all childish pouting falls to the wayside as he really takes in her words. Takes in how tired she sounds, and looks - he sees the restlessness in her. Sharon is paler which causes the bruising beneath her eyes to stand out.

Near death experiences are not new to him, but they are to her.

Bucky wants to apologize, it's an automatic reaction to seeing someone hurting because of him, but it's a useless response that he swallows down. This situation is not his fault, taking blame will only cause an argument neither of them are in the mindset of having. Instead, he reaches for the hand fiddling with his tags, and stills it, palm flat against his chest where she will feel each beat of his heart.

Real. Alive. Safe.

"Bold of you to assume I'd leave you a widow."

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"Yellow is not my color. Now if you mean gold, then absolutely." A smile creeps onto her lips. "I'll always take the gold." Carefully the blonde moves to hang the jacket back on it's rack, palms smoothing out the expensive fabric before her attention is turned back to the brunette. "You have to go. And don't act like parties weren't once your thing. Steve told me stories."

Her tongue is immediately bitten after her words fall from her lips. Stupid. Fucking stupid. Her attention is turned back to the jacket. Steve Rogers was the last person she wanted to thing about and surely Bucky didn't want him brought up. Not after everything.

"Look all you have to do is keep your head down and make sure your snake doesn't bite anyone. Or even worse, get out of it's cage." She shoots him a look then hands over T-Shirt, unable to stop the smirk that comes as it's his turn to give her a look.

Brown hues watch him as he takes it and steps back to change into it, and while once words like that would have brought a blush, all she can do is give a teasing grin now. "What show?" A hand is reached out to softly rest on his shoulder before they move to grab the rack. "I'm going to bring these to Sam. I haven't seen his show yet, maybe I'll be impressed."

"....Buck...just remember. I'm the one with blood on my hands tonight, not you." And she'd do it again. "And I'm not sorry about it...so get out of your head. You're alright."

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