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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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Sharon raised an eyebrow. "Then the sooner we get you up and moving, the better," she teased.

She gently patted his foot and bent his leg again. "Tell me when to stop." She grinned a little as she straightened his leg all the way. "My cover as a nurse just keeps coming in handy."

"I didn't say it hurts," he said, curling his toes a little. "Feels good." He could feel the blood starting to flow again, which was a relief. "You should do my shoulders next," James told her, closing his eyes.

“To help your arms or so you can have a shoulder rub?” She kept bending his legs, encouraged when he wiggled his toes.

“And it occurs to me that to give you a shoulder rub, I’m going to have to either pin you down or get under you. Unless you think you want to roll over, and I’ll do your whole back.”

James laughed. "Both, maybe..." Did he think he could roll over? Not without help. "But we should probably just stick to helping my arms... Nurses are probably going to be upset if you roll me over and can't get me back onto my back." He arched his foot, spreading his toes a little.

"Touch the bottom of my foot. I think I'll be able to feel it."

She took his foot in her hands and rubbed it for a moment before trailing a finger lightly along the bottom. Her eyes stayed focused on his face, alert for any change.

"Well?"

James could feel it, but like somebody was touching his foot if it was asleep. It was a distant sensation, like it wasn't his foot he was feeling being touched, but somebody else's. "Well I'm not ticklish... But I can feel it. That's good, right?" He leaned his head back. He liked to imagine he was looking at the ceiling. He tried to imagine it now.

Imagining a plain drop tile ceiling was boring, but it was comforting. It was much better than imagining a network of pipes and concrete ceilings.

"I'm glad you're here, Sharon. I don't know what I would do if I was alone now. I spent a lot of time strapped down to a bed when Hydra was conditioning me. Sometimes I was blindfolded. They wanted to wear me down and make me pliable. It worked. They left me in there for days at a time. There was nobody to talk to. I was gagged so I couldn't even talk to myself. The silence was... horrifying."

He wasn't sure why he was talking about this. He didn't like talking about this. Talking about it brought him back to that time. But with Sharon here... Sharon wouldn't abandon him. She hadn't abandoned him. She wouldn't.

"I think if you were gone... They'd probably have to keep me sedated."

She moved to the other foot and rubbed that one. "Are you kidding? It's great. You're going to be up and about in no time."

Her hands slowed as he started talking about Hydra. She couldn't imagine how he must have suffered, alone and with wanting hope that he might be rescued. Maybe he'd never had hope once he'd found himself in a Hydra facility.

Gently, she set his foot on the bed. Instead of getting off the bed and letting him feel her absence, she crawled up and lay against him. Her fingers smoothed down his hair. "I'm here," she murmured. "And I'm not going anywhere."

She scooted up a little more and softly kissed the corner of his lips. She wasn't sure how to console him - she'd never been much good at comforting people - but she could at least reassure him that she was there.

James turned his face back to Sharon. "Thank you, Sharon." He relaxed back with a small sigh. It really was a relief, to have Sharon not shying away from him, even after all she knew about him. Sharon knew just how badly he'd been hurt by Hydra, what they'd done. She was the only one who had been able to look past that. Other people lingered on it, tried to make that his entire being. Not her.

"I'm really glad neither of us shot each other that first time we met," he said, trying to smile.

She cracked out a laugh at that. "Or that you didn't let me die on that beach," she agreed.

Her thumb stroked his temple as she remembered that first meeting, how horrified and out of her depth she'd been, yet stubbornly trying to arrest him all the same.

"I never could figure out why you didn't kill me," she admitted. "You could have. Several times over." She dropped her forehead to his shoulder. "And God, it pissed me off so much. You were so blase about it, too. I wanted to freaking strangle you right there on the sidewalk."

James laughed. "I thought it was funny. You were so pissed at me and you wanted to kill me but you knew you were out of your depth. You wouldn't leave me alone. And I knew it was driving you crazy that I wasn't killing you, or even trying to hurt you."

He curled his arm around Sharon a bit more closely. "Then after that, you were useful to me. It was still funny. Peggy Carter's niece, partnered up with the man who undermined so much of her work..." He shrugged.

Her smile faded at that. Perhaps, to Hydra, it had been a hilarious concept, but to Sharon, who had wanted to be a SHIELD agent since she was a child, who had revered her aunt and the agency she'd helped build...

She turned her face to rest her cheek against his shoulder. "I don't mind being useful," she admitted. She'll just leave the rest of that statement alone. After all, she and the CIA had gotten some use out of him as well.

Wait.

She lifted her head. "Useful? Useful how?"

Had she helped Hydra without realizing it? If she'd helped Hydra...

She purses her lips and wills her hands not to tremble with anger. She couldn't let Peggy down. Not again.

"You kept me out of the CIA's greedy little torturing mitts. And the CIA kept me out of Hydra's because they knew I was too valuable to let slip."

James sighed a little. "Of course, you did manage to change my mind. I never wanted to go back to Hydra, because they would have made me - this me - go away forever. But with you around... at first, you were just useful. But then I guess I got attached? And I realized how great you were and I just fell down the pit named 'Sharon Carter' and I've yet to hit the bottom."

She exhaled in relief. She'd been afraid that she'd somehow helped Hydra kill more people. Her cheek fell back to his shoulder.

She was silent for several seconds as she considered what he'd said, as she enjoyed knowing he cared about her and - just as importantly, if not moreso - that he hadn't used her to do Hydra's work.

"Glad to see I'm a bottomless pit in this scenario," she drawled. "It's because I let you see me eat, isn't it?"

James let out of a bark of a laugh that turned into a coughing fit. He managed to bring his hand up to cough into it.

Finally he stopped and said, "You're right, I totally compared you to a bottomless pit because I've seen you eat and not because I'm hopelessly in love with you."

Sharon continued stroking his hair as the silence stretched. As close as they had become, she had only just realized he had feelings for her recently. And no one had ever spoken about her like that.

It was rather scary, really.

But it was also James. She trusted him. With her life, with more than her life, she trusted him.

And as terrifying as it was, she might have fallen for him, too.

"When did you realize?" she asked quietly. There was a hint of shyness in her tone that had rarely been there. But there was no trace of it as she continued, "Besides, there's still plenty about me that you don't know."

"Just before we headed out to deal with Salazar, I think. Though I guess I didn't really... think about it. I just kind of ignored it. There wasn't time to think about it, we had so much to do. After I came back, and you were still there, I had a lot of time to think about it. It was about all I could do, so... I knew that when I woke up and you were there that I would have to tell you. If anything happened and you didn't know... If I lost you and I'd never told you... Even though I knew I would be risking our partnership..."

James sighed a little. Her fingers in his hair felt nice, despite the grease built up there.

She stopped stroking his hair. Instead, she moved to kiss his cheek, the bristles of his stubble rough against her lips.

"Even though you know know I can't cook and my salads are barely salad-y," she teased.

With that, she cupped his cheek and kissed his lips.

"I don't care that you can't cook," he said, but anything else he was going to say was cut off by Sharon's mouth on his.

He kissed her back as best as he could, resting a hand on her shoulder as he did so. The angle was a bit awkward, since James couldn't adjust his body position at all, but he wasn't about to stop kissing Sharon while he still could.

She shifted and pressed herself against him as much as she could. She didn't dare move on top of him until his lungs were stronger.

When she finally pulled away, she felt heady and not a little breathless.

She cleared her throat. "Maybe I should call for Steve and Tony? They probably have PT doctors lined up for you."

James groaned when Sharon spoke. "We go from kissing straight to talking about Steve and Tony and PT?" He flopped back with a dramatic sigh. Or he tried to flop back. It was hard when he couldn't even lift his head.

"I guess we can, you'll just have to... give me a few minutes. It seems like there's one part of my anatomy that doesn't need to be flexed to start working again."

She snorted a laugh and buried her face in his neck. "The sooner you get back to moving on your own," she told him, "the sooner you can do more with that anatomy."

She kissed his cheek and pulled away, although now that he's mentioned it, she's tempted to keep exploring the possibilities of his anatomy. But they had other things they needed to do right now. They had to get him moving and eventually out of that bed. Preferably standing on his own.

James laughed, his hands curling at his sides. "That sounds like great motivation," he said, letting his head fall to the side, pointing his face in the direction she had gone. "Once I manage to calm down, you can get whoever in here for the PT."

She reached over to fluff his pillows. It was harder not to touch him right now - he wasn't the only one who could have taken the kiss a little farther. But the most important thing was to get him up and about again.

"Maybe I can help with that? Think about baseball. Picture Nick Fury wearing a really tight dress and using a pacifier. Frozen tundras. How some fast foods don't actually decompose."

"Oh god, Sharon, stop. Stop!" James laughed and tipped his head back. "You're so cruel to me. Nick Fury in a pacifier?" He turned his head to the side so he could cough while still laughing. "It worked. Holy shit did it work."

"What can I say? I'm good at what I do."

She sat on the edge of the bed, watching with concern as he coughed. She'd forgotten how weak his lungs were right now, and she chastised herself for it before leaning over to rub his arm.

"You all right? I don't want to tell Nick that the thought of him wearing a dress and sucking on a pacifier killed you."

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Sensory deprivation meme

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Done with play, moved into the house, should be good to go!

Nice!

So nice! So much pressure off!

Yeah, I bet. Glad you're back, too :)

More time for these two dorks!

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Off to work, bleh

Aww. On the bright side, I might be around when you get back!

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