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@icedsoldierbucky
when’s the last time you slept?" (from @icedsoldierbucky)
“Yesterday, I’m fine,” she answered reflexively. “Why?”
@icedsoldierbucky
He shrugged. “You just look tired, is all.”
“Sorry, everyone’s been telling me I look like shit today.”
“Hey, I didn’t say you look like shit. I just said you look tired. There’s a difference.”
when’s the last time you slept?" (from @icedsoldierbucky)
“Yesterday, I’m fine,” she answered reflexively. “Why?”
@icedsoldierbucky
He shrugged. “You just look tired, is all.”
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Living in the '80s (open)
Bucky tightened the straps of his backpack as he looked down the hall. He was freshly eighteen and this was the first day back from spring break his senior year of high school. Things were looking up.
Except for the part where he still had no clue what he wanted to do after graduation in a few months. He'd told his dad he wanted to take a gap year, and his dad said that was fine, as long as he had a job, but it felt like even that extra year wouldn't be enough for him to decide what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. In the meantime, he had the rest of his final year of high school to worry about.
"Is that three fingers you're holding up?"
“Fuck.” He lowered his hand, which had been holding up one finger. “Do you think you can stand?”
@trust-my-glorious-purpose
Bucky exhaled, nodding. It was like all the tension went out of him with that breath. “Sorry, you shouldn’t be comforting me. You’re the one who could’ve died.” Loki was right, though: they were both safe now, and it would be okay.
"Experiences like these each effect is differently. It's okay to need reassurance. I've been near death many times, for gods, it's a strange experience. It feels both horrifying and comforting in an indescribable way." He explained.
"I could see that. But still." He gave a self-deprecating smile. "Is there something else you wanna talk about?"
"Is that three fingers you're holding up?"
“Fuck.” He lowered his hand, which had been holding up one finger. “Do you think you can stand?”
@trust-my-glorious-purpose
Bucky exhaled, nodding. It was like all the tension went out of him with that breath. “Sorry, you shouldn’t be comforting me. You’re the one who could’ve died.” Loki was right, though: they were both safe now, and it would be okay.
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I watched The Breakfast Club the other day for the first time in years, and now I’m REALLY craving an ‘80s high school AU. Is anyone interested?
"Is that three fingers you're holding up?"
“Fuck.” He lowered his hand, which had been holding up one finger. “Do you think you can stand?”
@trust-my-glorious-purpose
Loki's eyes were so vastly unfocused, he was barely able to make out where Bucky was at times. He did still try to stand at Bucky's question and wasn't even able to make it to his knees before his shaking body gave out and refused to cooperate. He was in such extreme pain, his body blocking it out so that he wouldn't go into shock so that he could keep functioning. "Fu-... M-No." He groaned, shifting to his back, staring up at the sky.
His question had been more wishful thinking than anything; he'd been able to tell before he asked it that Loki was in no position to be able to stand. It would've just made things so much easier if he could. But that wasn't Loki's fault.
Bucky took off his jacket and laid it gingerly over Loki. "I can go get help," he offered. But that would involve leaving Loki alone, which he didn't want to do either right now.
The jacket almost felt like a comforting embrace, easing some of his fear. His breathing, though labored started to slow down, his mind clearing slightly. "How far?" Loki asked when Bucky mentioned he could go get help. If it was too far, he'd rather have someone with him if things turned for the worst. If it wasn't that far, perhaps he could hold on for a little while.
“About five miles? Once I get there, though, there’ll be vehicles and shit, so getting back would be faster.” But still, even with his enhanced speed, it seemed like a long time to leave Loki alone and injured. Fuck. Maybe he could carry him? But even with his enhanced strength, it seemed like a long way to carry him.
Loki cursed under his breath, he didn't know if he could last. He thought for a moment, before reaching his hand out to Bucky. "Help me up." He stated, determined in whatever he hoped to do. He knew it could be risky to use magic in the state he was in, but he knew it wouldn't hurt his partner. He tried to envision this safehouse, keep it present in his mind. If he could get them there successfully, he might blackout almost instantly but at least they'd be there.
“I’ve gotcha.” He knew immediately what Loki’s plan was, and wondered why it hadn’t occurred to him first. Probably because he was thinking only of what he could do, not what Loki could. He knelt down and wrapped an arm around Loki, pulling him up.
Loki cried out as he was pulled up, his vision going pure white for a moment from the absolute agony he felt from the movement. He focused as much as he could in that moment and felt himself and Bucky lurch, getting pulled through a tight vacuum. He barely saw the inside of the shelter and those inside who had turned in panic at the flurry of noise and movement before he was out cold. His skin was ghostly pale in contrast to the scuffs and blood spattered over his face and hands. If it weren't for Bucky's hold on him, he surely would have collapsed. The attending medics wasted no time in performing what procedures they needed to to keep Loki breathing.
Bucky wanted to keep helping, but as soon as they came through, the medical team was shooing him away, crowding in to surround Loki. Bucky hated this. He hated feeling powerless. But the truth was that he hadn't been much use or help (shit, he hadn't even been the one to get them out of there--Loki had done that, and he'd had barely any strength left), and these people would be. So Bucky sat, leg bouncing, staring at his hands as he waited for news.
Loki would pull through after a few close calls, set to rest under a slight sedative. Even though he was officially in stable condition and no longer needed minute to minute monitoring, he still looked the picture of death, face pale and drawn, the toll the use of magic had taken on him in that life and death moment still draining him. He woke late in the night, coming to in a dark room. Loki jolted slightly, trying to sit up, his body not allowing him to get that far. "Buck-Bucky!" He called out, hands fisted into the sheets to ground himself.
Once Loki was stabilized, Bucky was finally allowed in. He settled into a chair by the bed and tried to make himself comfortable. Eventually, he drifted into a light and uneasy sleep. A sleep he was easily pulled out of by Loki's cries. Bucky's eyes flew open and he had to put great effort into not toppling out of the chair and onto the floor. He managed, however, and choked out, "Loki?"
Loki let out a sigh of relief once he heard the man's reply. He visibly relaxed into the bed and his finger released their hold on the sheets. “The room was dark, I couldn’t see anything. For a moment, I thought I was dead. It’s good to see your face.” He smiled, softly.
"Good to see yours, too." That was a lie. Loki's face was pallid and he didn't look like himself at all. Bucky didn't much like looking at Loki's face right then. But it was nice to hear his voice, see him moving. Bucky covered one of Loki's hands with his own. "How do you feel?"
"Exhausted. It's comforting I got to the right place, but the magic use taxed me. I haven't seen myself yet, but I can imagine it's not a pretty sight." He replied, "How are you faring?"
“I got a little sleep in. Not much,” he admitted. “You scared me.” He meant the injury; he meant the magic; he meant the passing out as soon as they got here; he meant being startled awake by him. He meant everything. With the exception of his nap, he had been scared since Loki was injured.
"Is that three fingers you're holding up?"
“Fuck.” He lowered his hand, which had been holding up one finger. “Do you think you can stand?”
@trust-my-glorious-purpose
Loki's eyes were so vastly unfocused, he was barely able to make out where Bucky was at times. He did still try to stand at Bucky's question and wasn't even able to make it to his knees before his shaking body gave out and refused to cooperate. He was in such extreme pain, his body blocking it out so that he wouldn't go into shock so that he could keep functioning. "Fu-... M-No." He groaned, shifting to his back, staring up at the sky.
His question had been more wishful thinking than anything; he'd been able to tell before he asked it that Loki was in no position to be able to stand. It would've just made things so much easier if he could. But that wasn't Loki's fault.
Bucky took off his jacket and laid it gingerly over Loki. "I can go get help," he offered. But that would involve leaving Loki alone, which he didn't want to do either right now.
The jacket almost felt like a comforting embrace, easing some of his fear. His breathing, though labored started to slow down, his mind clearing slightly. "How far?" Loki asked when Bucky mentioned he could go get help. If it was too far, he'd rather have someone with him if things turned for the worst. If it wasn't that far, perhaps he could hold on for a little while.
“About five miles? Once I get there, though, there’ll be vehicles and shit, so getting back would be faster.” But still, even with his enhanced speed, it seemed like a long time to leave Loki alone and injured. Fuck. Maybe he could carry him? But even with his enhanced strength, it seemed like a long way to carry him.
Loki cursed under his breath, he didn't know if he could last. He thought for a moment, before reaching his hand out to Bucky. "Help me up." He stated, determined in whatever he hoped to do. He knew it could be risky to use magic in the state he was in, but he knew it wouldn't hurt his partner. He tried to envision this safehouse, keep it present in his mind. If he could get them there successfully, he might blackout almost instantly but at least they'd be there.
“I’ve gotcha.” He knew immediately what Loki’s plan was, and wondered why it hadn’t occurred to him first. Probably because he was thinking only of what he could do, not what Loki could. He knelt down and wrapped an arm around Loki, pulling him up.
Loki cried out as he was pulled up, his vision going pure white for a moment from the absolute agony he felt from the movement. He focused as much as he could in that moment and felt himself and Bucky lurch, getting pulled through a tight vacuum. He barely saw the inside of the shelter and those inside who had turned in panic at the flurry of noise and movement before he was out cold. His skin was ghostly pale in contrast to the scuffs and blood spattered over his face and hands. If it weren't for Bucky's hold on him, he surely would have collapsed. The attending medics wasted no time in performing what procedures they needed to to keep Loki breathing.
Bucky wanted to keep helping, but as soon as they came through, the medical team was shooing him away, crowding in to surround Loki. Bucky hated this. He hated feeling powerless. But the truth was that he hadn't been much use or help (shit, he hadn't even been the one to get them out of there--Loki had done that, and he'd had barely any strength left), and these people would be. So Bucky sat, leg bouncing, staring at his hands as he waited for news.
Loki would pull through after a few close calls, set to rest under a slight sedative. Even though he was officially in stable condition and no longer needed minute to minute monitoring, he still looked the picture of death, face pale and drawn, the toll the use of magic had taken on him in that life and death moment still draining him. He woke late in the night, coming to in a dark room. Loki jolted slightly, trying to sit up, his body not allowing him to get that far. "Buck-Bucky!" He called out, hands fisted into the sheets to ground himself.
Once Loki was stabilized, Bucky was finally allowed in. He settled into a chair by the bed and tried to make himself comfortable. Eventually, he drifted into a light and uneasy sleep. A sleep he was easily pulled out of by Loki's cries. Bucky's eyes flew open and he had to put great effort into not toppling out of the chair and onto the floor. He managed, however, and choked out, "Loki?"
Loki let out a sigh of relief once he heard the man's reply. He visibly relaxed into the bed and his finger released their hold on the sheets. “The room was dark, I couldn’t see anything. For a moment, I thought I was dead. It’s good to see your face.” He smiled, softly.
"Good to see yours, too." That was a lie. Loki's face was pallid and he didn't look like himself at all. Bucky didn't much like looking at Loki's face right then. But it was nice to hear his voice, see him moving. Bucky covered one of Loki's hands with his own. "How do you feel?"
I want my fucking neck kissed
"Is that three fingers you're holding up?"
“Fuck.” He lowered his hand, which had been holding up one finger. “Do you think you can stand?”
@trust-my-glorious-purpose
Loki's eyes were so vastly unfocused, he was barely able to make out where Bucky was at times. He did still try to stand at Bucky's question and wasn't even able to make it to his knees before his shaking body gave out and refused to cooperate. He was in such extreme pain, his body blocking it out so that he wouldn't go into shock so that he could keep functioning. "Fu-... M-No." He groaned, shifting to his back, staring up at the sky.
His question had been more wishful thinking than anything; he'd been able to tell before he asked it that Loki was in no position to be able to stand. It would've just made things so much easier if he could. But that wasn't Loki's fault.
Bucky took off his jacket and laid it gingerly over Loki. "I can go get help," he offered. But that would involve leaving Loki alone, which he didn't want to do either right now.
The jacket almost felt like a comforting embrace, easing some of his fear. His breathing, though labored started to slow down, his mind clearing slightly. "How far?" Loki asked when Bucky mentioned he could go get help. If it was too far, he'd rather have someone with him if things turned for the worst. If it wasn't that far, perhaps he could hold on for a little while.
“About five miles? Once I get there, though, there’ll be vehicles and shit, so getting back would be faster.” But still, even with his enhanced speed, it seemed like a long time to leave Loki alone and injured. Fuck. Maybe he could carry him? But even with his enhanced strength, it seemed like a long way to carry him.
Loki cursed under his breath, he didn't know if he could last. He thought for a moment, before reaching his hand out to Bucky. "Help me up." He stated, determined in whatever he hoped to do. He knew it could be risky to use magic in the state he was in, but he knew it wouldn't hurt his partner. He tried to envision this safehouse, keep it present in his mind. If he could get them there successfully, he might blackout almost instantly but at least they'd be there.
“I’ve gotcha.” He knew immediately what Loki’s plan was, and wondered why it hadn’t occurred to him first. Probably because he was thinking only of what he could do, not what Loki could. He knelt down and wrapped an arm around Loki, pulling him up.
Loki cried out as he was pulled up, his vision going pure white for a moment from the absolute agony he felt from the movement. He focused as much as he could in that moment and felt himself and Bucky lurch, getting pulled through a tight vacuum. He barely saw the inside of the shelter and those inside who had turned in panic at the flurry of noise and movement before he was out cold. His skin was ghostly pale in contrast to the scuffs and blood spattered over his face and hands. If it weren't for Bucky's hold on him, he surely would have collapsed. The attending medics wasted no time in performing what procedures they needed to to keep Loki breathing.
Bucky wanted to keep helping, but as soon as they came through, the medical team was shooing him away, crowding in to surround Loki. Bucky hated this. He hated feeling powerless. But the truth was that he hadn't been much use or help (shit, he hadn't even been the one to get them out of there--Loki had done that, and he'd had barely any strength left), and these people would be. So Bucky sat, leg bouncing, staring at his hands as he waited for news.
Loki would pull through after a few close calls, set to rest under a slight sedative. Even though he was officially in stable condition and no longer needed minute to minute monitoring, he still looked the picture of death, face pale and drawn, the toll the use of magic had taken on him in that life and death moment still draining him. He woke late in the night, coming to in a dark room. Loki jolted slightly, trying to sit up, his body not allowing him to get that far. "Buck-Bucky!" He called out, hands fisted into the sheets to ground himself.
Once Loki was stabilized, Bucky was finally allowed in. He settled into a chair by the bed and tried to make himself comfortable. Eventually, he drifted into a light and uneasy sleep. A sleep he was easily pulled out of by Loki's cries. Bucky's eyes flew open and he had to put great effort into not toppling out of the chair and onto the floor. He managed, however, and choked out, "Loki?"
"Is that three fingers you're holding up?"
“Fuck.” He lowered his hand, which had been holding up one finger. “Do you think you can stand?”
@trust-my-glorious-purpose
Loki's eyes were so vastly unfocused, he was barely able to make out where Bucky was at times. He did still try to stand at Bucky's question and wasn't even able to make it to his knees before his shaking body gave out and refused to cooperate. He was in such extreme pain, his body blocking it out so that he wouldn't go into shock so that he could keep functioning. "Fu-... M-No." He groaned, shifting to his back, staring up at the sky.
His question had been more wishful thinking than anything; he'd been able to tell before he asked it that Loki was in no position to be able to stand. It would've just made things so much easier if he could. But that wasn't Loki's fault.
Bucky took off his jacket and laid it gingerly over Loki. "I can go get help," he offered. But that would involve leaving Loki alone, which he didn't want to do either right now.
The jacket almost felt like a comforting embrace, easing some of his fear. His breathing, though labored started to slow down, his mind clearing slightly. "How far?" Loki asked when Bucky mentioned he could go get help. If it was too far, he'd rather have someone with him if things turned for the worst. If it wasn't that far, perhaps he could hold on for a little while.
“About five miles? Once I get there, though, there’ll be vehicles and shit, so getting back would be faster.” But still, even with his enhanced speed, it seemed like a long time to leave Loki alone and injured. Fuck. Maybe he could carry him? But even with his enhanced strength, it seemed like a long way to carry him.
Loki cursed under his breath, he didn't know if he could last. He thought for a moment, before reaching his hand out to Bucky. "Help me up." He stated, determined in whatever he hoped to do. He knew it could be risky to use magic in the state he was in, but he knew it wouldn't hurt his partner. He tried to envision this safehouse, keep it present in his mind. If he could get them there successfully, he might blackout almost instantly but at least they'd be there.
“I’ve gotcha.” He knew immediately what Loki’s plan was, and wondered why it hadn’t occurred to him first. Probably because he was thinking only of what he could do, not what Loki could. He knelt down and wrapped an arm around Loki, pulling him up.
Loki cried out as he was pulled up, his vision going pure white for a moment from the absolute agony he felt from the movement. He focused as much as he could in that moment and felt himself and Bucky lurch, getting pulled through a tight vacuum. He barely saw the inside of the shelter and those inside who had turned in panic at the flurry of noise and movement before he was out cold. His skin was ghostly pale in contrast to the scuffs and blood spattered over his face and hands. If it weren't for Bucky's hold on him, he surely would have collapsed. The attending medics wasted no time in performing what procedures they needed to to keep Loki breathing.
Bucky wanted to keep helping, but as soon as they came through, the medical team was shooing him away, crowding in to surround Loki. Bucky hated this. He hated feeling powerless. But the truth was that he hadn't been much use or help (shit, he hadn't even been the one to get them out of there--Loki had done that, and he'd had barely any strength left), and these people would be. So Bucky sat, leg bouncing, staring at his hands as he waited for news.
protective prompts
feel free to adjust as needed!
PROTECTING: “ are you sure you’re okay? ” “ i’m not letting you go alone. ” “ let me help. ” “ say the word and i’ll be there. ” “ i know you can handle it yourself, but it doesn’t mean you should have to do this on your own. ” “ i’ll stay the night. ” “ get some rest. ” “ ssh, go back to sleep. ” “ i’m worried about you. ” “ i’m not going anywhere. not as long as you’re in danger. ” “ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ” “ i won’t let that happen. ” “ look at me. you’re gonna be okay. ” “ what can i do? ” “ i’ll be right here with you the whole time. ” “ who did this to you? ” “ i can tell you’re upset, talk to me. ” “ i’m not letting them get away with this. ” “ i’ll get you out of this. trust me. ” “ i know you don’t need my help. but i’m offering it anyway. ” “ you’re shaking like a leaf— what’s wrong? ” “ what happened? ” “ i’m gonna fucking kill them. ” “ i won’t let anyone hurt you again. not ever. ” “ if anything happened to you… ” “ i need you in my life. so please, let me do what i need to to make it safe. ” “ i can’t lose you. ” PROTECTED: “ have you been waiting up this whole time? ” “ how long have you been here? ” “ i’ll be okay. i promise. ” “ will you stay with me? ” “ please don’t go. ” “ i feel safer when you’re here. ” “ thank you for making me feel safe. ” “ i trust you. ” “ why are you helping me? ” “ is it over now? ” “ you don’t have to do this, ya’ know. ” “ i can take care of myself. ” “ you don’t have to worry so much. ” “ i don’t want you to get hurt either. ” “ i can’t bear the thought of you putting yourself in danger for me. ” “ you’re bleeding! ” “ thank you, but i’ll be alright. ” “ please don’t get hurt. not because of me. ” ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to wake up after sustaining an injury and find the other at the side of their bed 2. for one muse to hold the other after a nightmare 3. for one muse to step between the other and someone who intends to do them harm 4. for one muse to push the other out of harm’s way 5. for one muse to get hurt protecting the other 6. for one muse to fall asleep next to the other muse who is keeping watch 7. for one muse to rescue the other 8. for one muse to get caught hiding an injury sustained while protecting them 9. for one muse to react to the other hiding an injury 10. for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick/injured 11. for one muse to kiss the other’s scar 12. for one muse to treat an injury the other sustained while protecting them 13. for one muse to kill to protect the other 14. for one muse to get killed while protecting the other 15. for one muse to fall asleep in the hospital bed with the other
Yooo, I rewatched It (2017) for the first time in a while and am feeling Richie right now, so if anyone wants to interact with my Richie Tozier (who I’ve actually never done anything with >.<), I posted an open starter for him over here: https://richiextrashmouth.tumblr.com/post/635981225313615872/open.
I’ve also been rereading old RP threads on here and it’s making me miss certain interactions, so I might post an open starter and/or memes here, too. I guess the bottom line here is just that I’m bored and having feelings and in the mood to write.
