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Sensory deprivation meme

the SENSORY DEPRIVATION meme:
You know those things you rely on to navigate you properly through life?
Senses? Yeah, well, kiss those goodbye.

(TRIGGER WARNING: This meme deals with the loss of senses:
blindness, inability to feel. If the concept of blindness, deafness
and/or the loss of any of your senses bothers you, please do NOT play this meme)

✖ Post with your character name/fandom/options for scenarios
(ie; het/slash fluff/smut) and your prompt.
✖ Use RNG to pick your numbers.
1-5 for regular senses, 6-10 for moral sense, 11-16 for cracky senses.

The Basic Five

1. Sense of Sight - Whether you woke up that way, had an accident, a brain tumor expanded or you had a bad reaction to something, you're now blind. Fully and completely. Watch out for that bu--*wince*

2. Sense of Smell - Did someone step in dog crap? It could be you, but you'd never know. You've lost your sense of smell. I guess there's no stopping by the roses for you, huh?

3. Sense of Hearing - "I'M NOT YELLING!!" Yes, yes you are. And no matter how loud you crank AC/DC, you're never hearing Highway to Hell again. Guess I shouldn't have gotten you the Stones compalition CD's, huh?

4. Sense of Taste - No, it doesn't taste like chicken. In fact, it doesn't taste like anything. Perfect time to get that friend that burns everything to cook for you - at least it'll make them happy and you can smile through the whole ordeal.

5. Sense of Touch - Where'd you get that bruise? Or that gaping knife wound? No clue. You have utterly lost the ability to feel anything, like your body is enveloped in fuzzy packing tape. Punch the wall all you want, you ain't gonna feel anything.

The Guiding Factors

6. Sense of Right and Wrong - Tripping people that get in your way? Taking candy from babies? Killing someone that hurt you and yours? All sound like pretty good ideas right about now. Your entire moral code has been thrown into the 'grey' area. There is no right or wrong, only what you want.

7. Sense of Decency - Things that just 'aren't done' are in play for you now. Evicting old ladies and orphans because they can't pay? Pff. Good. Lousy Mooching leeches. Hitting on that underage and naive little thing? Puh-leeze, they're an easy mark. Deflower, deport and debauch yourself to your heart's content.

8. Sense of Self - You don't even know who you are anymore. What are you doing with your life? What's it all mean? What the hell's it for? Why even bother to get up in the morning? Are you going to go try and 'find' yourself? Or just give up?

9. Sense of Preservation - Your life? Means about as much as a mouse fart. Why should you step out of the way of that speeding train? You were there first. Mouthing off to that huge, angry, overpumped steroid-faced goon sounds like a good idea too. He took your seat. And he smells.

10. Sense of Empathy - That ability that lets you put yourself in the shoes of others, to relate to them? Gone. No, you don't know what they're feeling, and quite frankly, you don't want to. You have your own things to deal with, and they're much more important. Why? Because they're yours.

The Quirky Ones

11. Sense of Humor - Wait, am I supposed to laugh now? You have to take your cue from those around you, laughing when they do, usually a little bit late and a little too long. Not even a fart joke will crack a smile.

12. Sense of Direction - You couldn't find your ass with both hands. Literally. You tried. And wound up getting thrown in the clink for inappropriate conduct with a nun. Don't drop the soa-- Too late.

13. Sense of Modesty - So what if you're using a belt as a skirt. It looks good, right? Bending over and showing off too much isn't an issue for you, neither is changing in the middle of the store if you just have to wear that cute little shirt now.

14. Sense of Fashion - Yes, you think a pink polka-dotted bikini top goes just smashingly with the neon green bellbottoms. Bubblewrap tops? Freakin' awesome. Put it on and flaunt it, and watch people's eyes bleed.

15. Sense of Timing - "What do you mean now's a bad time?" Yes, because you think trying to pick up a girl at her husband's funeral is a good thing. What? She's single. You're late to everything. A clock? Wassat? Strange, foreign words...

16. Mix and Match - You poor bastard, you've lost more than one sense. 2? 3? The whole lot? Who knows, that's up to you.

(reposted from memebells@lj, originally here)

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"No," she says quickly, "I like that you did. I-" But he's moving away. He's putting distance between them, and any fool, even Sharon, can see that the distance is more than just physical. She swallows thickly and forces herself to sit up. She moves to the edge of the bed, unable to stop herself from reaching for his hand. She barely catches herself in time, leaving her hand hanging just above his. She's bad at relationships. Even bad at the build-up, apparently. They hadn't taught things like this at SHIELD; there, it had been lessons in seduction techniques. She doesn't know how to do the real thing. She can't blame him for not wanting her now that he's seen how hopeless she can be.

"It wasn't a mistake." This time, her voice is quiet. She knows he hears her, though. "And I'm glad you did it. You're a pretty good kisser, Barnes." At least she has the wherewithal not to tell him he'll make some girl very happy someday.

She leans forward, her fingers wrangling each other in her lap. "Do you want me to go? If you want me to, I will. If you want me to stay, I'll do that, too."

She'll do almost anything he asks of her. Or maybe she would do anything. She doesn't know how far she'd go for him, but she knows she'd go pretty damn far.

He wishes he could lie to her, tell her to go away and leave him alone, but he can't. "No, stay, please. I mean, you don't have to, if you're uncomfortable around me, but I would like it if you stayed."

James sits up a bit more fully, leveraging himself so he was more vertical.

"You think of me like family, I get it, I definitely won't try to make any more moves on you. I'm sorry for kissing you." Bucky had never kissed a girl after she protested, and that was something James was going to keep going with.

"I like that you kissed me," she says quietly. Her voice is almost shy. She doesn't like talking about herself, but she wasn't the best liar, either.

She clears her throat. "And when I said that, I meant that I think of you as one of the two most important people in my life."

She sets her hands in her lap and straightens her back as she looks around the room. This is ridiculously awkward. "So... Just for the record, which one of us said no? To us being... together?" Her voice is higher-pitched on the last word. She still sees too many ways they can go wrong.

James flushes when Sharon tells him she liked kissing him, ducking his head.

He can't see her expression, can only hear how high-pitched her voice is, and hopes that's a good thing. "Did either of us say no?" He's not sure. Sharon had pulled away, and so had he.

She watches him until she realizes she's been silent for too long. "I don't think so."

She takes a breath. "But if we're going to do this? We need to talk. I'm really- I've only dated a couple guys, James, and two of them ended up crying. Really loudly. I just- I don't want to hurt you, okay? And I'm bad at- I don't know- Relationships, I guess. I'm not saying no, but I won't blame you for saying it yourself."

Her voice falls gradually lower as she keeps talking. This is awkward. There's no way around it. Give her a gun, she's good. Give her a conversation about this sort of thing, she's like Steve dancing - absolutely hopeless.

James can't help his laugh. The news that two of Sharon's ex-boyfriends ended up crying because of her was not surprising in the least. He's actually surprised it isn't a higher number.

"You haven't hurt me yet, Sharon. And the last time I had a relationship it was 1943 and I was shipping out to Germany. You're a lot more in practice than me." He smiles and reaches out, hoping that he's about to touch her. "You think I'm about to say no to Sharon fuckin' Carter? You're crazy." His hand finds hers and he curls his fingers with hers.

"Neither of us are experts at relationships. But we know each other. Hopefully we can still know each other, but with more kissing?" He smiles, hopefully.

"That's been said before, the crazy part." She chuckles and lowers herself beside him.

"You might have to be patient with me. Probably have to be patient with me. That's all."

She hesitates, then cups his cheek again. She strokes his cheek with a thumb, then gives him another kiss.

James turns his face up towards her when she touches his cheek, pretty sure he knows what she's about to do. He smiles when his thoughts are confirmed and kisses her back, relieved. He takes the time to taste her lips while he can, his other hand reaching up to curl around the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her damp hair.

When she finally comes up for air, she grins against his lips. "Stronger than you look, Barnes." She gives him another light peck on the cheek as if amazed she can actually do it and drops her head to his shoulder. "Now get some rest. No reason to push yourself so hard your second time awake."

She snakes an arm around him. "I'll be here when you wake up."

James hums. "I'm not tired." He really isn't. He's very awake now. He's almost.... uncomfortably awake. "I could eat some more, though."

"I'll get you some more food, then." She pushes herself out of bed and heads to the doorway. She crosses the hall to the nurse's station and asked for another meal for him before slipping back inside and settling against James' side again. "I placed the order. They'll get something to you soon."

She sets her head on his shoulder. "Try to sleep until then, okay?"

James sighs a little but turns, hand sliding over Sharon's hip to hold her closer to him. It's an easy slide from simply working together to being together. They're already comfortable around each other, and James finds it easy to bury his nose in her hair and curl close. "I'm not tired," he says again, a bit more insistently.

"Is that your way of saying you want to make out some more?" she asks curiously.

With all their time working with each other, she's accustomed to his touch. And she knows she's safe with him. Now all she has to do is keep him safe, too.

"No, it just means I don't want to sleep," he says with a grin into her neck. "Though I wouldn't be opposed to kissing you some more."

"Oh, really." She tilts her head to kiss his forehead, then his nose, but she doesn't go any farther down yet.

"And what else would you do, not sleeping?"

"Mmmm... I think I'd get to know you a little better..." His hands slide from her shoulders down her back to her hips. He kneads the skin there, very gently, then presses a kiss to her neck. "Imagine what your face looks like when I kiss you... I would do a lot of things instead of sleep."

She shudders. His touch is light, his lips against her neck warm. Both are more tantalizing than she'd like to admit, and his words weren't helping.

Sharon forces herself to take a breath. "Easy, tiger. There are some things you're going to need some PT for." Another breath, and she scoots down so that they're face to face. "Must have been some hell of a relationship back in ye olden days."

"I wasn't talking about that," he said with a grin, kissing Sharon on the nose. "And back in 'ye olden days' you didn't even bed a girl unless it was her idea first. Not that I had much problem with girls not wanting to go for a tumble." Bucky had been very popular among the ladies - not only for his brains and brawn but also for the fact that he could give them a good time in all the ways a man could give a woman a good time.

She props herself up with an elbow. "I see. I'll make a note to watch out for you, Mr. Bond."

After a moment, she leans forward and again presses her lips to his. How did this change things between them, she wonders. It all seems so easy, like a smooth transition. But if they're going to make this work... What do they have to prepare themselves for?

James again leans into the kiss, eyebrows furrowing lightly. But he jerks back when the door opens suddenly. He goes tense, before he hears Natasha's voice, "Shit, it's true. Steve told me James had feelings. I had to come see for myself."

James sat up, hands curling into fists. "Romanoff, get out of here."

"What're you gonna do, Barnes? Last I heard you're still about three weeks from walking." Natasha was leaned in the doorway, arms folded over her chest. She grinned at Sharon, obviously enjoying riling James up.

"Hi to you, too, Natasha." Sharon shifts uncomfortably and pushes herself up. The look she gives Natasha says that the two of them are going to have to talk, and soon.

"And don't underestimate him. There are too many bodily fluids in throwable containers in this hospital."

She glances at James. He'd told Steve he had feelings for her? Was she the last to know?

"Want to join us for dinner? I just asked them to send something in for James, since he won't go to sleep."

"Nah." Natasha shrugs her shoulders but steps into the room. She sits at the end of the bed and reaches out to take Sharon's hand. She watches James for a moment - his sightless stare is a bit unnerving, though she'll never tell him that. He seems to track her well, though, head turned slightly to the side. "We need to talk a little later, Sharon, but I just wanted to come and check on you."

'We need to talk.' Not the greatest words to hear, it turns out, even when they're coming from Natasha instead of, say, James.

She nods. "I'm fine. How long are you going to be around?" She doesn't want to leave James while he's eating. She isn't particularly keen on leaving him while he's sleeping, either, but if she can do it for PT, she can do it for a conversation with Natasha, right?

"Just for a few more hours, I'm going to be heading out on a mission soon. Got some reports of HYDRA activity." James stiffened, but Natasha said, "It's over in Eastern Europe, James. But I'm going to be gone for a while. I'll try to be quick. Clint's coming with me. Steve's staying behind, but he's going to be up at the Tower for a while. Avengers stuff, I guess." She shrugs then looks to Sharon. "C'mon, it'll just be a second." She stood, keeping ahold of Sharon's hand.

Sharon shrugs. She doesn't get to talk with Natasha enough. Even if the news is bad, at least they'll get to see each other before Natasha ships out.

"I'll be right back, James."

She follows Natasha into the hall. "What's up?"

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