Forced Telepathic Bond Meme: I'm With Stupid

[enabling]

Telepathy. The ability to hear the thoughts of others and pry into other minds. Suddenly, you have it. Or maybe you always had it. And now you're connected, for better or worse, to another person, for who knows how long. You can feel their thoughts and, more alarmingly, they can hear yours. You share dreams, you can feel them there constantly, you their joy and their grief. INSTRUCTIONS; 1.] Post with your character name, canon, and any preferences you may have. 2.] Try not to leave just a blank comment. Maybe write a little scenario about what your character is thinking or feeling, something their partner can pick up. 3.] Whoever tags you now shares a telepathic bond with your character. 4.] When tagging, you may roll 1-5 Extent and for How on the RNG if needed. EXTENT OF TELEPATHY; 1. Sudden Onset Limited. It's a bond limited to exclusively you and your partner. 2. Sudden Onset Unlimited. You and/or your partner can hear the thoughts of others, but it's largely uncontrollable. And you retain a special bond with your partner that you can't block off. 3.] Experienced Limited. You've had your bond for a little while now, and have some experience with controlling it. Limited between you and partner. 4.] Experienced Unlimited w/o Partner. You've had telepathy for a while, but having a bond with your partner is new and confusing. 5.] Experienced Unlimited Partners You and your partner are pretty used to this, and either you, or both of you, can use telepathy on other people. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? 1. Genetic. Baby, you were born this way. Maybe you didn't know it because it was a recessive trait and only appeared at a certain age. Maybe it's a mutation. Your partner shares this genetic trait and, by proximity, you've been bonded. 2. Government. Generic "The government is responsible!" Either you consented or you did not, but you've been partnered by an act of your government... or someone else's. 3. Experiment. You started trying to just bend spoons and... whoops! It was an experiment. Either you planned it or an enemy/evil scientist is responsible! 4. Through Strife/Friendship. You got really close, whether by sharing a hardship/trauma or just being together and getting on. 5. Really Intense Sex. Smut option. Guess it was so mind-blowing that you literally connected minds. idea from guiltapalooza meme by terrabelle

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mmmm blanket bundles

[couldntdecide]

[It's totally cliché, but when she reaches out (into his head), he feels almost relieved; comforted like a missing piece of a puzzle has slotted into place. He makes room for her in his mind like she's always been there, moving aside so she can fit around him the way he's let her fit around the rest of his life.

He leans a little into her shoulder but doesn't take her hand, doesn't turn to look at her, nothing. Just a quiet press of his arm against hers.]

No. [Also aloud, because this is something that requires the precision of words, not the slideshow of feelings that flashes through their minds.] We'll both be benched until this is sorted out.

[Only then does his hand shift against the cold bathroom tile, sliding over to curl his fingers around hers.]

blanket burrito! c:

[debts]

[ Her fingers might not curl against his but she leans into the join of their shoulders, pressing against that line of contact. The tile is cold against the balls of her feet and it's a passing observation, how he's wearing that tie she got him from Manila — if it makes her smile it's quickly drowned in a sea of frustrations. Natasha's not good at downtime; it makes her restless, even if she understands it.

An inhale, an exhale, and then she shifts to rest her head on his shoulder, a tumble of red falling down the slope of her face. ]

And if it's permanent?

[ It's Natasha, so she's not looking for reassurance — it's a real, logistical question. ]

[couldntdecide]

[He squeezes her hand gently, a slow press of his fingers around her hand as he tries to sort out his jumble of thoughts. Feeling her frustrations simply amplify his, but he's better at pushing that aside than she is at the moment. Yeah, he doesn't want to lose his job, or get benched for the rest of his life, but he can't focus on that right now. He has to reassure her, to get through the debrief, to settle into something else until they can fix this.]

If it's permanent... [A quiet sigh pushes past his lips and he gently rests his cheek against the top of her head.]

Then we'll have to find something else to do.

[debts]

[ There's a thought that passes, unguarded and unfiltered, through her head. It's the kind that says I love you, the words pressing at him like her hands do when she moves above him in the dark — the kind that's anchoring, letting him focus on what he needs to before tackling his own. (She doesn't need his reassurances, but this isn't about that.) ]

We could join the circus, [ Natasha says, a half-attempt at some kind of joke. ] Learn magic tricks. Run away from this life of crime.

[couldntdecide]

My mother would be so proud. [He turns his head a little to press his lips to her hair — I love you too — his thumb slowly stroking over her knuckles. He clings to that likes a lifeline, focusing on the warmth of her affections until he settles down mentally.]

Are you okay, sweetheart? [The endearment slips out without him meaning to let it go, but he doesn't try to backtrack.] I mean, really?

[debts]

Mm. [ Her hum is mild, neither this or that, but her evasiveness isn't deliberate — or so her thoughts say. Instead it's just one of those expressions that Natasha hasn't quite deciphered yet, that for how well she wholly knows herself love isn't always something she always understands. ]

I was seven, the first time. It's a little uncomfortable. [ She exhales, not bothering to clarify. ] I'm alright.

[couldntdecide]

[His thumb doesn't stop stroking her hand, though there's a brief stricken tinge to his thoughts. Thinking about the Red Room and what that did to Natasha always makes his heart hurt.]

I'm here for you. [She knows that, he knows she knows. But he needed to say it.]