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you're all I have: an amnesiac shipping meme

You have no idea who you are.

One day, you just woke up from the darkness, confused and alone. You barely remember your own name, much less why you're here...or where here is, even. Your own body is strange to you, and if you have some kind of power or ability, that must be frightening. Perhaps you're angry at everything so new and different, lost in this strange world you don't understand or know your own place in. Maybe you feel the need to hide away, lest you be crushed by everyone out there who is sure to hurt you.

You are so, so alone.

Only you're not. There is one person, one person who's found you and taken you in. They've shown you kindness, looking after you while you can barely look out for yourself. Out of the goodness of their heart, they've shown you things, taught you things. Most importantly, they're giving you a new sense of identity. And for that, you've begun to appreciate them. More than words can say, actually. You care for them so deeply that your heart hurts around them. Is that normal? What is this feeling? You can't imagine life without them, and leaving them- That's something you could never consider. Is this lov...

The word's on the tip of your tongue, but you can't figure it out, exactly. What you can figure out is that you want to give everything you can to the person who's done so much for them. You want to stay by their side and make them happy. You want to protect them at all costs.

So no one would blame you for getting confused when you see them with someone else or getting angry when you believe they're in danger. And certainly it's only natural for you to get frustrated when you want to tell them what you think of them, what they mean to you, and you can't figure out what to do. Perhaps following instincts will do?

One thing you know is that this bond and these emotions will never go away, not even when you learn who you are.

RULES
- This meme is for examining what happens when someone with no memories, potentially someone with powers or skills that could be dangerous at the very least, develops deep feelings for the person who's taken them in or is helping them realize their past. It can be played as awkward, adventurous, tragic, cracky, fluffy, truly romantic, or anything in between. You can play at the beginning, the part where emotions have strongly developed, or even when the amnesiac has regained their memories and must now deal with new feelings.
- Reply with your character and preferences. Mention if you'd like to play the amnesiac, the caretaker/help, or both.
- The role of caretaker does not have to always be beneficial. Maybe they caused this condition in the first place so the other character would be dependent, loving, and loyal towards them.
- Reply to others and play.

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[ Bucky relaxes slightly, for getting this one right, and nods. ]

All right. So what do I do, if that happens?

[ His large, fair eyes, are focused on Steve, now. He's tried to push things around to remember, but that doesn't seem to be working. While, on the other hand, when it comes to the smaller man, things slip through. So, focusing on him seems like the better option. ]

It really depends on where we are. But you try to coach me on how to breathe.

[He gives a small smile]

Or you hold me with my back to your chest and coach me on my breathing. It seems to work better that way than just you coaching me.

[ His first reflex is to nod, acknowledging the information. Then he imagines doing that, and, despite how intimate the position would be, his body and mind seem very comfortable with the idea. Or... maybe because of how intimate it is? ]

[ Breath catches, and his eyes widen as he focuses on Steve, realization - maybe - dawning on him, and a blush darkens his cheeks. ]

Um. Are... you and I...

Do we cuddle a lot?

[There's a bit of a blush on Steve's cheeks at Bucky's question and he takes in a short breath.]

We... sleep in the same bed. So, yes.

[ He lets his breath out slowly, then carefully scoots closer to Steve. It's not until just now that he understands the blond's panic, a little, and he. He has to reassure him. ]

It's all right. I'll remember.

[ This time, it's said with confidence. Certainty. He'll fix this. It's waht he does, right? ]

[Steve gives him a small smile, not sure what he did or didn't believe right now.]

Everything will be fine.

[Of course it would be. Bucky always fixed everything that was broken in their life. Or tried to anyway.]

[ He hesitates for a heartbeat, then decides, what the hell. And reaches to pull the slighter man into a sideways hug, both of them still sitting on the bed. ]

Yeah, exactly, Steve. Wouldn't have things any other way.

[He's pretty sure that he's trying to convince himself more than Bucky. However, the hug is good. He leans into that sideways hug, wrapping an arm around the other.]

Yeah...

[They wouldn't have it any other way. Bucky fixing things. Fixing... this. Maybe.]

[ For a moment, he wonders if he should. Do something more. Like kiss him. But it's - it somehow feels not very right, whet he doesn't know all that it means. So he settles for holding, instead, that's safe, and. ]

[ Yeah, food will not be happening soon. Not until he's sure that Steve is all right. ]

Yeah.

Anyway, so. Questions. Do I snore?

[ Questions, but not the difficult questions. Not the ones that're likely to make the smaller man panic again. ]

[Steve isn't liable to be alright until Bucky is. So food should happen at some point. He lays his head on Bucky's chest. Nothing that he's not done a million times in the past.]

Sometimes. Not loud enough for it to bother anyone though.

Yeah? Good thing, then.

[ His arm tightens around the slighter man's shoulders. ]

You look like you can use all the sleep that you can get.

[Steve shakes his head a bit at that statement.]

Not really all that tired.

[Bucky, deep down, probably knew differently. This is what happens to Steve when the older boy is hurt or... well, worse. This is worse than being hurt to him.

If he did sleep then it'd be a restless one.]

[ The smirk shows up unbidden to his lips. ]

Not right now, Steve. I meant generally.

[ He probably does know better... but he's willing to cut him a break. This isn't easy on the blond. ]

Wanna show me around the place?

[ Not that it's that big, but. ]

Maybe moving around'll shake something loose.

Sure, I can do that.

[Even if he's not sure what exactly it will do.]

It's not really all that big. Mainly the kitchen, bathroom, our rooms... Mine's not really used all that much though.

[ Honestly, he's not sure, either, but - pleasant as it is - cuddling only shakes up so much. And he figures, once he's more himself, cuddling can happen again, right? ]

Yeah? Art supplies go there?

[ ... or maybe he is slowly starting to remember. Possibly. ]

[That gets a small smile out of Steve at Bucky's words. He's hoping that it means the other is remembering. Even if it is something that small.]

Yeah, Buck. Art supplies go there. You always told me it was better to keep them in one spot. That way I didn't have to worry about losing them.

Well, that might be because if you trip on a paintbrush, you'll probably wind up stabbin' your arm with a pencil or something!

[ Then he freezes. And then, well. There may just be a very, very wide grin at Steve. ]

Well, dunno where that came from, but I'll guess it all ain't hopeless.

[Steve can't help but give a bit of a smile when that statement comes out of the older man's mouth.]

Because I've nearly done that a time or two and nearly given you a heartattack. Since my body is more sensitive than yours.

Apparently, I have common sense. Who'd have thought?

[ But he's grinning. Just because. ]

[ Then he tilts his head to one side. ]

Smells like oil paint in there, don't it?

You've always had common sense.

[He likes seeing that grin on Bucky's face]

Sometimes it does. Other times it's just a quiet room for me to sketch in.

[ Innnnnocent. ]

Oh, so I'm noisy, am I?

[He can't help but give a shy smile]

You can be at times, yeah.

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