#guiltybydissociation

[the-blackest-spider]

Bad Night (Day)

@guiltybydissociation

It was a combination of things that woke her. The storm that had come up, typical for this time of year and the fact she hadn’t closed the curtains all the way, the flash of light bright enough to illuminate the room even in daylight around her and her mind playing tricks, eyes still laden with sleep. It also didn’t help that she had been dreaming and so her mind and eyes when the flash happened followed closely by the drumming thunder (which had woke her the most), she swore she had seen the figure of a man standing in her room.

And one would think with the man sleeping next to her she’d feel safe, be able to turn back over and go back to sleep, but she hadn’t.

Instead she had gotten out of bed, quietly so, used to sneaking around thanks to her former life and went into the kitchen.

It didn’t help she had been drinking most of the night, so it didn’t take her long to get drunk, head swimming. But it didn’t prove to be enough of a distraction. So her mind started to think of things, traveling back to the bedroom and the other occupant of her bed.

She wanted him.

She always did and normally she respected the fact he was shy in that department, self-conscious. She understood, but damn it she needed a distraction and he was here. So why call someone else? Why have to go down stairs to get distracted properly? She had what she needed, wanted right up here just down the hall.

Back to the bedroom she went, stumbling a little, any finesse gone from her movements as she crawled onto the bed, up him and plopped down astride his hips. He was probably awake… she figured he was. But she didn’t care as she trailed her fingertip down the middle of his face, giggling as she leaned forward to look at him closer in the dim room, tensing as thunder rolled again.

“I know you’re awake…” she sing-songed, giving her hips a little wiggle.

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[the-blackest-spider]

💖💕 💬💭❌ + guiltybydissociation

Headcanon about my muse’s relationship withthem:  It’s an interesting mixture tobe both in love with someone and also afraid of them, which Natasha is towardsthe Soldier. Sometimes she glimpses things that remind her he is just as humanas she is, but other times all she can see is death when she looks in his eyes,hers and the death of others.

 For my muse’s firstimpression of them: In the Red Room: “He’s probably going to kill me.”Present: “He still may kill me…”

 A random thing mymuse has said to them: “There are other methods besides shoot first and askquestions later.”

 A thought my muse hashad about them:  If I can save himmaybe I can save myself.

 Something my musewill never tell them: That she saw him frozen and couldn’t bring herself toget him out, that she was too scared to do so.

[morgansmornings]

Helping Hands.

Closed starter for @guiltybydissociation.

The clubs was relatively empty as Baz was off hopefully sleeping. The entertainers never came in before five. And Ben was out getting food for lunch with Natasha and Darcy. Which left Jayden alone and in a bit of a tight spot. 

Dozens of napkins littered the floor in reds and blacks, there was shattered glass surrounding her and she was missing her shoes. This was the reason she hated wearing flats. They always made her life miserable. But she had made a promise that she would stop wearing her biker boots to court. And today she was lucky that one of her friends went and bought her a pair. 

Only now they were the reason she was in this mess to begin with. Apparently there was a spot on the floor just slick enough to have caused the accident. Three bottles of Fireball and a box of napkins. And she wasn’t close enough to anything to get out of her circled prison.  She was wearing most of the alcohol and there was enough glass around to make her unmotivated to even attempt to stand. Minus the fact that she was pretty sure she just dislocated her knee.

“Um, please tell me someone is here.” Jay called out not knowing if anyone had come in while she wasn’t looking. “Anybody?”

[justabrooklynkid-blog1]

@guiltybydissociation

Steve turned the door handle with his elbow and pushed the door open with his hip, both hands full with the tray he was carrying. The bedroom he entered was filled with sunlight that came streaming in through the windows, falling onto the silhouette of the body still in bed, half hidden in a nest of blanket and pillow.

“Rise and shine, grumpy cat,” Steve called out and walked over to the bed, raising his left elbow a little to let the newspaper he had pinned between his arm and body fall onto the bed. After that, he climbed on himself, making himself comfortable sitting against the headboard next to where Bucky was half buried under his pillow and nestling his tray full of breakfast onto the bed in front of them.

There was one cup of coffee and one filled with hot chocolate, a plate filled with buns that were already cut open and prepared - chocolate spread, honey, one cream cheese and salmon and Italian salami - and a small bowl full of cut fruit, pieces of apple, pear and banana.

[the-blackest-spider]

Two Steps Behind

@guiltybydissociation

She thought about him and it seemed he haunted her more now than before. Distracted her. Like now. She was busy, working, doing something, anything not to be idle, but it made no difference. She could still smell the chlorine, the taste of the water on his skin, how his lips covered hers and that contrast of skin and metal touching her. It all made her a little dizzy just thinking about it and then what he said… how he said it and then they really hadn’t gotten a chance to go any further with it all.

But what had been said was said.

He remembered her.

And she took solace in that.

How much or how little didn’t matter, he did. But right now that was something she shouldn’t be thinking about, it was making her sloppy.

It was nothing for her to be in bad places at the wrong time, it was her job, what she did and who she was. And she was good at it. Granted it wasn’t easy, but it was fulfilling to go and do. But right now there was none of that and she was in a bit of trouble as she saw it, in truth she was in a lot of trouble and she didn’t see it. A huge mistake on her part, one that another life time ago the man on her mind would have reprimanded her for, being so careless.

Natasha had been tracking a target in South America, a drug boss, nasty sort of people who would sell their own Mother to make ends meet. She had tracked the man in question to Rio, which was a large city and easy to get lost in, also easy to miss things when you weren’t on your game. High above Natasha in an old church a man waited, watching her through the scope of a sniper rifle waiting for his cue, something she wouldn’t so easily miss or shouldn’t rather. There were clues, the sun glinting off metal in an odd location, birds having left the area when he had moved to settle his view on her. Things that should be second nature for her to notice, but she doesn’t. She has no idea.

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[redstainedballerina-blog]

@guiltybydissociation // Closed    She leant against the door’s frame she had been standing under since she arrived, silent as a cat, to take a peek inside his room; the air conditioner hitting her shoulders with a cold blast of air, a nice change after the almost oppressive heat that swallowed everything outside. Her eyes searched the room quickly, an almost unconscious habit. He hadn’t noticed her yet, Natasha could tell, however she couldn’t be sure if it was her own sneaky ways or if he was just distracted. In any case, she decided it was time to alert him of her presence as she cleared her throat. “Hey soldier.” Natasha said, quietly enough not to startle him, she still wasn’t sure in which grounds they stood, but she supposed she owed the memory she had of him to give it a go and try to reach out.