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[marablake]

// Man, all this new Age of Ultron stuff is making Mara miss her Steve. :-/

[marablake]

Yesterday and Tomorrow

It didn't seem right that it was such a bright, sunny day, Mara thought. Cloudy dimness would be more appropriate for the occasion and what they were here for. Yet still the sun shone out, casting long shadows behind the grave markers as Steve and Mara navigated through them in search of their objective. Then they found it; three graves, side by side, each bearing a name: Timothy Dugan, Jim Morita, Gabriel Jones. At the end of the row was a memorial plaque listing all of the Howling Commandos' names, including those who had not been laid to rest here: Jacques Dernier and Montgomery Falsworth who had been buried in their home countries, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes whose body had never been found after his fall in Russia (few now knew the true reason why), and since this marker had been set years before he was found, the name topping the list was Steven Grant Rogers. As Steve stared down at the names, a deep aching part of him wished that he had died too and been laid there in peaceful rest with his comrades. Instead he lived to stare down at the graven names, cold seeping through him as he faced the knowledge that they would never again be as vital as they were in his memories. Never again would they speak or laugh or smile, nor sing or joke as they once did. "I... I knew they were gone, but it didn't seem quite real," he murmured unsteadily, his blue eyes fixed on the names carved in the cold metal. "Until now." Mara came unobtrusively to his side and slipped her hand into Steve's larger one. It was daunting for her to think of the mortal remains of those three brave soldiers buried here; she could only imagine what it must be like for Steve, who had known these men, fought beside them, led them in battle and trusted them with his life. He had borne so much pain and grief, and she wished there were some way she could ease the burden upon him. Even such strength as his had limits and she feared he was close to his. "I know it’s painful to think of those you've lost," she spoke gently, only loud enough for him to hear, "and the memories are no substitute for having them with you - but please know you are not alone. I'm here with you, and if there is anything I can do to help you through this, I will." She moved around in front of him so she could look up into his eyes. "I'm here for you." It was plain from the set of his lips and the sheen of tears that did not quite spill over from his eyes that Steve was restraining his emotions - perhaps because they were in public, albeit with no one anywhere close to them, or perhaps simply because it was Steve and he felt he had to - but the short time they had known each other was enough for Mara to have begun to understand his ways, and she could see how much he was hurting despite his effort to hide it. "Come here, hon," she murmured softly and moved closer to embrace him, getting up on tiptoe so she could better wrap her arms around him. After only a bare moment Steve wrapped his arms around her in return, pulling her close to him and burying his face in her raven-black curls. She kissed his cheek and he shuddered in her arms and tightened his embrace, his shaking intensifying. He never made a sound except a slight raggedness to his breathing- it was all the expression of grief that he would permit himself here where others might see. Later, when they were safely alone, he might allow himself to cry and she would be there for him. She would encourage him to speak of his friends if that would help, or talk of other things, or sit in silence holding him if that was what he needed. "Let's go home, sweetie," she suggested gently. He nodded without taking his eyes from the grave markers, then made himself turn away. As they left he walked straight and proudly, like a soldier unbowed, but he never let go of her hand all the way back to the car.

[nxthinglastsforever]

{{One of my favorite Steve deleted...come back please

[thisisntabackalley]

2, 9, 11

Are there any plot tropes you are sick of/refuse to RP? If so, what are they and why?

The only one I can’t stand right off the top of my head is M-preg. I admit I will never understand why this is a thing. Also iffy about ABO stuff. I get the temptation of a ‘pre-set’ dominance order but that kinda takes half the fun out of rping, imo.

What has been the biggest mistake you’ve made since you started RPing?

Not paying enough attention to what my rp partners want? Not just in a certain rp but how they want to develop their character. My muses have been ridiculously selfish in the past—oh that wonderful 20/20 hindsight—and led to some bridges burned that shouldn’t have happened and might have been prevented.

What’s your biggest pet peeve when it comes to RPing?

When the partner you’re writing with doesn’t read your share of the role play and just keeps going with what’s in their head and take your writing/character for granted. Sounds harsh but I’m here to be interactive aka be part of the writing process. If I just wanted to read fanfics, I know where to go for that.

[thisisntabackalley]

➹

For every ➹ I get, I’ll put up my muse’s current thought

“‘Wonder when should I tell’im that my next wish is about him too.”

[marablake]

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Think you killed him -pokes with a stick-

You're welcome. <3

[marablake]

❊

Send me a ❊ for a random sexy headcanon

One of Mara's favorite positions is sitting up with her in her lover's lap, facing him. Since she's 5'7" and her lovers tend to be 6' or above, this puts her in the dominant position while still having excellent access to touch and kiss each other.

There's a large overstuffed chair in her bedroom that sometimes surprises people when they first see it because it doesn't match the rest of the decor. She explains it with, "It's comfortable." Any of her men within earshot just try not to smirk knowingly.

[thisisntabackalley]

"It's freezing!"

Send me “It’s freezing!” and my muse will decide how to warm your muse up.

"No kiddin’, Sherlock!"

Bucky took one glance at the smaller man shivering in his holey socks and dropped what he was doing to go over to him.

"C’mere." He commanded and didn’t give Steve much of a choice as he wrapped a longer and stronger arm around his shoulders and tugged him along towards the bed. Once there, he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, tossed it aside and went for Steve’s.

"Arms up." In one fluid motion, he tugged Steve’s thin shirt upwards with the intention of taking it off of him. "Get in bed and I’ll warm you up."