#i wanna go back to DC i wanna hang out in the museums

[hellafluff]

yknow how at a Johnny Rockets when you order a milkshake they give you your glass + the cup they mixed it in with the leftover milkshake that wouldn't fit in the glass? yeah thats what happens everytime i make an eggsalad sandwich

[pixie-mage]

4,5, O (both + and -) and V -

From this NatM Writing Prompt: [ x ]

(Sorry it took so long, but I had a lot of fun writing this one! It gets a bit emotional in the middle, but I promise there's fluff there too!)

Characters: Jedediah x Octavius Adjectives: Overprotective, Overworked, Vulnerable

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Jedediah really should have noticed it sooner. They had returned from the Smithsonian and been on display for almost a month by now, and the new Night Program was in full swing...so perhaps there were more than a few reasons it had slipped under his radar. But still, he should have noticed it sooner.

It was approaching midnight now. There had been no guests in the museum for a few hours or so, just Larry and the exhibits, and most of them were taking the time off to enjoy the night like they normally did. Emphasis on ‘most’.

Jedediah leaned sideways against the wall of the Roman diorama, his arms folded across his chest and one boot tucked across the ankle of the other. He watched with a subtle frown as Octavius discussed something quietly with Marcus, his second in command, at the edge of the courtyard that marked the center of the display. Octavius’ brow was furrowed, his hands moving with his words, whatever he was saying clearly of some level of importance. Or at the very least, Octavius seemed to think so. But Jedediah could see the dark shadows under the general’s eyes, the tension in his armor-clad shoulders, the odd little eye movements that flickered off to the side at odd intervals...as if he felt like he was being watched, or was waiting for something to jump him.

Octavius looked stressed and worn out, and it was a wonder Jedediah hadn’t caught on sooner. Come to think of it, since they had returned from Washington DC, Jed couldn’t remember more than a few brief, fleeting moments that Octavius wasn’t hard at work doing...something. Anything. Running drills with the Roman army, rehearsing dialogue for the Night Program, discussing some kind of political or military issue with Marcus (or Cyrus...Jed shuddered; that slimy kiss-ass of a senator could take a damn hike in his opinion). And on the rare occasions that Octavius took time aside to spend with Jedediah for fun, he was constantly on edge. He consistently offered alternate choices for their museum adventures that (Jedediah now realized) were less ‘dangerous’ or ‘risky’. He casually (slyly) veered Jedediah away from ideas that involved something less-than-wise. He was being–

...well, protective, almost, Jedediah landed on. Or maybe paranoid.

All in all, it was obvious that something was up with the Roman general...and perhaps it was high time Jedediah did something about it.

Jed pushed away from the wall and moseyed over to the town square, tossing his arm around Octavius’ shoulders with a grin.

“Howdy Marcus!” he greeted the other soldier, who smiled politely at him. “I’m gonna steal Octavius from ya for a while. Hope ya don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” Marcus inclined his head. Octavius let out a disgruntled noise of protest.

“Jedediah, please, I have to–”

“Nope,” Jed cut off his protests and steered him about, marching off towards the Roman border with Octavius held tight against his side. “No can do, amigo. We’re goin’ for a drive.”

“Jedediah–”

“Ockie, hush up. You look like you could use a break, so I’m makin’ sure you get one.”

“But Rome–”

“Can last one night without you there,” Jed said. “Your soldiers have been workin’ their tails off for more ‘n two weeks straight. Hell, Billy’s been all mopey over on our side of the wall because he ain’t seen his Roman friends in days. Let ‘em have a night off.”

As if to cement this fact, Octavius caught sight of a familiar pair of archers chattering excitedly near the diorama’s edge, clearly on their way out of the city - much like Jedediah and himself. Octavius sighed, finally giving in to Jedediah’s impulsive adventure.

“Very well,” he said. “I suppose you may have a point.”

“Dang right I do,” Jed grinned, shaking Octavius slightly with the arm still slung around the man’s shoulders. “Get yer Roman ass down that climbin’ rope and I’ll fetch the car.”

Jed left Octavius behind to grab up the rope hanging over the edge of Rome’s border, gripping it in both gloved hands and leaping out of the diorama with expert ease. He didn’t have to look behind him to know Octavius would be following after him.

~

Tonight’s drive was about the same as every other time in the past few weeks that they had taken the car out for a spin. Jedediah drove a little too fast and a little too recklessly, Octavius tried to enjoy himself while murmuring quiet cautions to be more careful, and once or twice Octavius gripped the door handle with such intensity at Jedediah’s more reckless turns that his knuckles were white from the strain.

It was almost the same as when they would drive around before the Smithsonian...but only almost.

Now that he was looking for it, Jedediah was kicking himself for not noticing the difference sooner. Before, Octavius was normally just about as invested in the thrill of their adventures as Jedediah...but much of his enthusiasm was missing right now. Without a second thought, Jed took a sharp right and headed for a familiar exhibit, ignoring the tense expression that flitted across Octavius’ face at his sudden change of direction. He steered the car swiftly into the dimly lit room and parked off to the side, and the moment the car came to a stop he kicked open the door and ducked out of the miniature vehicle.

The room was quiet and empty. Ahkmenrah was almost never in his own exhibit after hours, making this one of the only places in the museum that was relatively still at this time of night. Though Jedediah himself had never asked the pharaoh about it in person, he had a sneaking suspicion that the young ruler wasn’t too fond of his tomb and sarcophagus. Jed imagined being trapped in one place for decades could do that to a person.

The sound of the passenger door opening and closing came from behind him but Jedediah didn’t turn around. Instead, he took a few strides away from the car to lean against one of the massive stone pillars that decorated the exhibit, only turning to look at Octavius once he had his back pressed against the cool stone. He folded his arms over his chest and eyed the other miniature from beneath the brim of his hat.

“What’s goin’ on with you Octavius?”

Octavius, who had been in the process of following Jedediah away from the car, paused mid-step. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, then his brow furrowed as he said:

“In...what regard?”

“You look exhausted, Ockie,” Jed said softly, a pained sympathy lacing his words. “You’re workin’ yourself to pieces and you’re jumpin’ at shadows. Now I know you keep sayin’ you’re just busy because we’re still settlin’ into the new Night Program and whatnot, but I’m not so sure I believe you.”

A brief, startled look passed over Octavius’ face like a fleeting shadow, there and gone again in less than a breath.

“I admit, I may be keeping myself a little too busy as of late,” he conceded. He rested a hand on the hilt of his sword, his fingers tense. “But - Jedediah, I assure you, I am perfectly fine.”

“Mind tryin’ that again?” Jed quirked an eyebrow at Octavius, who swallowed thickly and looked away.

Jedediah shook his head with a sigh and pushed away from the pillar behind him. His footsteps echoed quietly in the cavernous room until he came to a stop right in front of his - now oddly tense - partner. He tried to catch Octavius’ eye.

“Look, I’m not tryin’ to call you a liar, but you’ve got shadows under your eyes and you’re about as jittery as a cornered cat. Somethin’s up, and I just wanna help.” When Octavius didn’t reply, Jedediah ducked into Octavius’ line of vision to finally meet his gaze. He gave the other miniature a lazy, lopsided smile. “There ya are. C’mon, talk to me sweetheart.”

Despite himself, Octavius smiled wearily and chuckled, shaking his head ever-so-slightly at Jedediah’s antics. Then his smile faded again and he let out a long breath, his eyes becoming closed off just as they had been before. He ran his fingers through his hair once or twice, having left his helmet in the car.

“Yes, alright, so I may be under some stress at the moment...but I’ll be fine. I swear it. I don’t wish to bother you with my trivial worries.”

“Hey now, that’s now how this works,” Jed protested immediately. He planted his hands on his hips. “We’re partners. We trust each other. Right?”

“Completely,” Octavius breathed. “I do trust you, my love. Always.”

“Then I don’t care how trivial you might think it is. If it’s worryin’ you then I wanna hear about it. Comprende?”

A brief moment of silence settled between them. Octavius looked as though he wanted to say something, but the words never left him. As he stood there, conflicted, unsure what to say, his expression slowly melted from the closed off facade he had been wearing for days into something softer…something fragile. A strained and emotional sort of exhaustion settled in his posture, his shoulders sagging, and Jedediah could see the very moment that something behind his eyes began to break. When Octavius finally spoke, it was on a quiet and wavering breath.

“...the hourglass.”

Understanding began to dawn in the back of Jedediah’s mind and his chest tightened. He had a feeling he knew exactly where this was going.

“After we attempted to escape the shipping container, you were trapped in the hands of a monster who held no qualms about harming anyone who stood in his way,” Octavius went on, speaking softly. Remembering. “And though it does not often bother me, our smaller stature was...a disadvantage. You could do nothing to fight against him, and on my own I could have done nothing to prevent your harm. I watched him lock you in that hourglass with no way of stopping it.”

“Wait, hold on – you were there?” Jedediah asked, eyes bugging out in surprise. He gripped Octavius’ shoulders in both hands. “You didn’t mention that before. I told ya to run! I told you to get away from there!”

“And leave you behind?” Octavius shot back. He pressed his palm to Jedediah’s chest as if to push him away...but he didn’t. “I had to be sure you were alright! I had to know where you were so that I could save you.” His eyes were shining as he searched Jedediah’s face for something that couldn’t be named. “That monster gave you all of an hour to live. It was at once the longest and the most quickly-passing hour of my entire life. Had I not been able to get to you in time–”

Octavius couldn’t finish the sentence. His breath caught, shuddering, and he clenched his eyes shut as if to block out the thought.

Jedediah felt as though the wind had been knocked from him. He had almost never seen Octavius so distraught. Octavius was a strong and proud man, a Roman general, and he rarely showed signs of true fear. It didn’t feel right to see him looking so terrified of something that could have been, that never was.

“Ockie, look at me,” Jedediah murmured. He waited until Octavius opened his eyes before cupping his face in one hand. He ran his thumb over Octavius’ cheek gently, a lopsided smile slipping onto his face. “I’m right here. Nothin’ happened to me. You got that? That crazy Egyptian couldn’t’ve done anythin’ to me even if he tried.”

A watery chuckle bubbled up past Octavius’ lips. The hand he still had pressed to Jedediah’s chest clenched slightly, his fingers fisting against the blue fabric of the cowboy’s shirt.

“No, I imagine he couldn’t have,” Octavius agreed shakily.

“That’s what’s been eatin’ at ya since we got back?” Jedediah asked, worry creasing his brow.

“For many reasons.” Octavius let his eyes close again and he leaned into the comforting hand at his cheek. “It seems silly, perhaps, to be so affected by it...but I keep having nightmares in which I am...I am unable to save you.” He shivered. “Often I am either too late, or I cannot break the glass, or Kahmunrah grows impatient and–” He shivered again, a pained look crossing his face, and he pressed his lips together tightly.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” Jed murmured, pressing their foreheads together, the brim of his hat tilting upwards because of it. “I’m fine. You saved me. Everything turned out alright, remember? Look–” He brought his other hand to grip Octavius’ fist where he was still clutching Jedediah’s shirt. “–feel that? My heart’s still beatin’ as strong as ever. Might be ‘cause of a magic tablet, but it’s there.”

Octavius nodded. He opened his eyes to meet Jedediah’s blue ones, so very close to his. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Too many emotions were swirling in the depths of his eyes, tears glistening there that had yet to fall. He swallowed, licked his lips. He breathed. Jedediah pulled on a soft, crooked smile.

“Are you with me, Ockie?”

Not quite sure what else to do, Octavius moved in Jedediah’s hold until he was clinging to him tightly, holding him close, his face buried in the crook of the cowboy’s neck. His nose brushed against the blue and red of Jedediah’s shirt and neckerchief, taking in the familiar scent of sand and hard work and the hot sun and something so distinctly Jed that he could not put a name to it even if he tried. He closed his eyes and choked back a sob and clutched at the man in his arms as if he might never see him again. Tears slowly soaked into the shoulder of Jedediah’s shirt, but he didn’t seem to care as he hugged his partner back with every ounce of love he could give and let Octavius revel in the sheer solid proof that he was alive.

Eons seemed to pass before they finally parted (though not completely, as Octavius still had a hand on Jedediah’s waist and Jed was still lightly gripping Octavius’ arm, neither of them quite ready to let go). Octavius sucked in a deep, shaking breath, and when he smiled - almost embarrassed - Jedediah couldn’t help but notice that the shadows beneath his eyes seemed less prominent and some of the visible weight on his shoulders had lifted.

“Feelin’ better sweetheart?” Jedediah asked with a gentle smile. Octavius let out a huffed laugh and nodded.

“Much,” he said. “Perhaps I should have tried to speak about my troubles sooner.”

“Oh ya think so, huh?” Jed teased lightly, a sparkle in his eyes. He tugged at the brim of his hat, straightening it. “I reckon next time you’ve got a bunch o’ ‘What-If’s’ and ‘If-Only’s’ bouncing around in that head o’ yours, you won’t keep it to yourself. Right?”

“Of course,” Octavius smiled sheepishly. “I apologize for not speaking up before now. Nightmares didn’t seem like an important enough subject to bother you with.”

“I don’t care if your complaint of the day is that you’ve got a cramp in your left foot! If it’s botherin’ you, I’ll listen.”

Octavius giggled quietly and brought up a hand to hide his grin.

“Whatever did I do to earn such a caring lover?” he queried, and Jed winked.

“Punched him in the face a few times, I reckon.”

Laughter rang out quietly from the secluded corner of the Egyptian exhibit, unheard by anyone but the twin Anubis statues standing guard. The air was calm.

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

“Do you think General Octavius will allow us another night off this week?”

“Fabian, if you’re trying to be subtle, it isn’t working.”

“It was a simple question, that’s all!”

“Oh yes, of course it was. The implied ‘to see Billy’ after ‘another night off’ definitely didn’t exist.”

“MARIUS!”

A pair of archers were making their way back into Rome at the end of a night that had been much more relaxing than any they had spent lately. After a few weeks of enduring Octavius’ much more vigorous training regiments it was a welcome relief to be given even one night of freedom...and they weren’t the only ones hoping that their next night off would come sooner rather than later.

“You are much too easy to rile up, my friend,” the archer named Marius chortled, elbowing Fabian. “But to answer your question, it depends on that cowboy Jedediah. You saw him escorting the general out of Rome earlier, did you not?”

“Of course I did,” Fabian grumbled, still flushed from Marius’ earlier teasing. “General Octavius didn’t seem very willing to leave.”

“Ah, but he still left,” Marius pointed out. “Hopefully Jedediah will be able to pull our dear general out of the sour state he has been in lately. With any luck, he’ll be–”

It was at this point that the pair reached the square, and Marius didn’t need to say anything more because Octavius and Jedediah were both in sight. Octavius was smiling brightly, looking more like his usual self than he had in weeks, and he was saying something to the cowboy beside him that neither archer could hear. Whatever it was, Jedediah’s grin turned into a gobsmacked expression in an instant and within the next moment he was bright red and fuming, blustering and spluttering indignantly beside a now-slyly-smirking Octavius.

“OCKIE, YOU CAN’T JUST – THAT’S NOT – WE’RE IN PUBLIC!”

“...I get the feeling you’ll be able to see Billy fairly soon, actually,” Marius muttered with raised eyebrows. Fabian only nodded, as Jedediah stammered something about:

“Crazy flirty Romans…”

~

Octavius bit his lip to stop himself from laughing, his eyes sparkling with mirth while he watched Jedediah teeter on the edge of an explosion. One might think he had already blown up with how loudly he was ranting on...but Octavius knew from experience that the things that actually put Jedediah over the edge left him unable to even form words, so absolutely dumbfounded and reeling that all he could manage was spluttering angry noises, enraged shouts, and pinwheeling limbs that made it look as though he was fighting with the air itself. While it was a guilty pleasure of his to push his beloved to that point, Octavius supposed that it wouldn’t be a very nice ‘thank you’ to do so right after Jedediah had so worriedly and dotingly helped him through some of his recent fears.

With a soft sigh, Octavius caught Jedediah by the arm and pulled him closer, pressing a soft kiss to the raving cowboy’s cheek.

“Forgive me cara, I’ve never been very good at holding my tongue around you,” he chuckled. “I was only teasing. I apologize.”

Jedediah stilled, as red as a tomato, but his temper slowly fizzled out. He grumbled quietly and hunched his shoulders with his arms folded tightly over his chest.

“...yeah, yeah, keep yer apology,” he rolled his eyes. “Just - quit sayin’ stuff like that in public. It’s not for other people to hear.”

“I shall endeavour to do better.”

Octavius was still grinning softly when Jedediah turned to look at him, the flush of his face lessening and his expression turning affectionate and a little concerned.

“...are you alright?” Jed asked him in an undertone, aware of the people of Rome lingering around the square. “For now anyway?”

Octavius’ grin softened into a tired smile.

“For the most part, yes,” he nodded. His fingers tightened against Jedediah’s arm. “...I doubt the nightmares themselves will vanish overnight - after all, the thought of losing you isn’t one so easily swept aside...” Jedediah winced sympathetically. “...but it doesn’t feel nearly so real of a concept anymore.”

Jedediah was quiet for a few seconds, searching Octavius’ expression for what he could only assume were signs of falsehood. (Octavius knew it was not for a lack of trust either.)

“D’you want me to stay?” Jedediah asked quietly.

“Stay–?”

“Stay durin’ the daylight hours,” Jed specified. “You can try and get some decent sleep and I’ll fight off your nightmares. And if Larry says anything about it, I’ll handle it. You’ve been through enough.”

A warmth, a fondness, swelled in Octavius’ chest, and he found himself gazing adoringly at the man before him. He had asked himself this question almost a million times by now, but...how did he ever get so lucky?

“I love you,” he whispered, before he could stop himself. Jedediah cleared his throat, his cheeks pink.

“Well...w-well that’s nice an’ all, but...er...is that a yes or a no?”

“Yes,” Octavius amended quickly. “Yes, please. I - I would greatly appreciate it.”

“Alrighty then.” Jed nodded and tugged the brim of his hat down to hide his face, looking thoroughly flustered. He took a few steps in the direction of Octavius’ home, paused, and turned back long enough to add: “...I love you too, ‘Tavius.” Then he was marching off through the crowds of Roman citizens, his fists in his pockets and his hat pulled low. Octavius only smiled.

He would be okay.

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[A/N - Hope you enjoyed this one! Sorry again that it took so long to finish it! This time, I wrote them as having an established relationship, mostly because the discord server I'm on voted for that one over (A) mutual pining and (B) Octavius confessing his feelings. Seeing as I don't often write them this way, it was nice to change things up! Plus I feel like it makes Octavius racing against the clock to save Jedediah that much more meaningful. I ALSO GOT TO WRITE SOFT!JEDEDIAH TOO! I've never gotten the chance to write that side of him, so thank you for the inspiration!]

[kaunis-sielu]

The Winter Soldier: 2

A/N: There miiiiiiight be a part three. I’m undecided.

You shouldn’t be surprised when he’s still there in the morning. But you are. He doesn’t look like he’s slept much, if at all.

“Bucky?” You ask gently and his head whips around, his eyes unfocused. It’s only for a second but in that second he’s truly terrifying.

Then he seems to remember you, the tension melts from his body. “Did you sleep okay?” You continue in that calm, quiet voice, despite your heart pounding in your chest.

“Yea. I don’t need much sleep.”

“You hungry?”

“A little.” He says before his stomach betrays him by grumbling loudly.

“Mmhmm. A little.” You tease before padding past him into the kitchen.

You make breakfast quickly, a five egg omelette for him and a three for you, He wolfs down the whole thing. You have to get to work by noon so after you get ready you pass him your extra key.

“Make yourself at home. I have to go to work but you’re welcome to stay.” You tell him tugging on your coat. “And maybe stay inside.” You’re not positive but your gut is telling you he’s involved with this whole Captain America and giant aircrafts in the river business in DC.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I know. Maybe I like having you around Bucky.” You give him a smile then head out into the brisk New York air.

This starts a pattern between the two of you, Bucky memorizes your schedule, breakfast is ready in the morning when you get up and dinner is on the table when you get home. You had to buy him some new clothes, something he swears he doesn’t need but you don’t need him scaring the shit out of Mrs. Chamberlain down the hall in his murder suit.

It had taken him two weeks to confess to you who he was. You hadn’t been surprised, you’d done your research after you heard him whispering his name that first night. What you couldn’t figure out was how he was still alive. He’d answered that question for you. The stories he’d told you about his time in Hydra were heartbreaking, he’d stopped after he caught you crying one night.

He’d unpacked your whole apartment and helped you finish getting settled back into your old apartment, moving furniture around was much easier with a super Soldier.

It was the week of Labor Day that he’d asked to go.

“You wanna go to Washington DC now? When it’s a holiday weekend?” You ask, surprise etched onto your face.

“No, I want to go right after. I need to know Doll. I need to know who I was.” You’d taught him how to use a computer and now it seemed to be biting you in the ass. You groan softly, then look at your calendar.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I can go next week, Tuesday through Friday. Does that work?” He nods and you sigh before texting your boss that you’ll be out of town on those days so he doesn’t put you on call.

“Thank you.” You nod then get to work on train tickets, there’s no way Bucky with his metal arm is getting on an airplane.

DC is still crazy, even a week after the three day weekend there are people everywhere. You’re surprised, you’d thought it’d calm down by now. Bucky wanted to go to the Captain America museum. Apparently that had been the man on the bridge. He throws an arm over your shoulders, people looking at you would never guess you weren’t a regular couple. You enter the museum and your heart sinks, metal detectors. They’re everywhere in this damn city.

“Bucky how are you going to get past the metal detectors?” You mutter pressing yourself close to him, “Your entire arm is metal.”

“Don’t worry about it Doll. Meet me in the northwest corner in ten minutes.” He mumbles before pressing a soft kiss to your temple. He melts into the crowd easily, which is seriously impressive considering he is not a small man. Fifteen minutes later you’re hanging out in the northwest corner and he still hasn’t shown up, you’re starting to panic. You check your phone for the time again and are just about to go looking for him when an arm encircles your shoulders.

“I said northwest corner Doll.” Bucky mutters, the amusement evident in his voice. He gives you a gentle squeeze and you look sheepishly up at him.

“I thought this was.” He chuckles lightly and the two of you move through the museum. He stops and stares every now and then but he doesn’t say much, surprisingly no one seems to notice him or his similarity to the famous Captain’s best friend.

Bucky freezes in front of a photo of himself, his blue eyes study the face he sees there. He seems, apprehensive. You watch him as he reads about himself, and what happened. How strange it must be for him to not remember, it’s his life but he’s almost like a stranger in it. You’re there for hours, you don’t mind. It’s heartbreakingly interesting watching him rediscover himself.

“I’m ready.” He says, taking your hand in his flesh one. He doesn’t like you touching his metal hand, he’s never told you why but you’re pretty sure it’s because he’s afraid he’ll accidentally hurt you.

“Alright.” You glance up at him trying to read his face. It’s almost impossible to know what’s going on in his head.

The train ride home is uneventful. You end up falling asleep against Bucky’s side, only waking when he softly says your name. You make your way home, his arm thrown over your shoulders yours wrapped around his waist.

When you get home you go into the room he’s been using and dig in the desk drawer for the notebook you know you’ll find there. He needs something to help him keep his thoughts straight. When you turn around he’s standing in the doorway watching you.

“So I had a thought.” You tell him making your way over to him, “You need to keep your thoughts straight, to remember everything. I think this will help.” You pass him the notebook.

“What should I write in it?”

“Anything you want. Memories, dreams, things you’re unsure about, your thoughts. Anything.”

“Thank you.” He says softly before tucking some hair behind your ear. “Doll-“

“I know.” You choke out. You’ve known for a while that this day was coming.

“I’ve stayed too long. I’m just putting you in danger.”

“It’s okay Bucky. I knew you couldn’t stay forever.” You whisper, you can’t look at him. If you do you’re never going to be able to keep the tears at bay.

“I’ll go tonight.” He says softly, before he gently tugs you toward him. You wrap your arms around his waist, having him here felt like home. “I owe you so much Doll.”

“You always have a home here.”

“Thank you, if you ever need me use the transmitter I gave you.”

“I will.” You pull away from him and it’s like you’re yanking a part of your heart out of your body. You didn’t know that he’d come to mean so much to you, but here you were, devastated he was leaving. You know it’s for the best but god you don’t want him to go.

“Bye Doll.” He says tenderly.

“Bye Bucky.” You whisper, not looking at him form your bedroom door. If you look at him you’re afraid you’ll ask him to stay. No, not ask, beg.

When you wake the next morning the apartment is empty, you’re alone, and you’re devastated.

It’s too quiet without him.

[honeiistar]

why do I feel so nervous whenever I'm around him or even look at him. my stomach turns and when I think about him to much I barely eat. often when I get that feeling I don't want to see him. when he looks at me, gosh when he looks at...I can help but melt away. when he looks at me it reminds me of hot choco on a cold day. I want him to look at me like that all day. he only wears his glasses whenever he's driving. he gave his brother a cheek mark, when they were little. he likes to travel alot. have 7 brothers and I think three sisters. but grew with his sisters and mom. it seems he knows about women. doesn't like when ppl bound their leg bc it distracts him. doesn't like sitting in the car with music on cuz he feels like their choosing of songs is bad. as if. he makes eye contact 💗. he gets irritated for 30 mins, he can tell when someone is lying. he observes ppl demeanor. that's the first thing he pays attention to is behavior. he doesn't like Apple pie, he's lactose but can eat a cupcake. he once told me when he found out he was lactose was when he ate pizza. he threw up. he told me he gives nauseous whenever he eats something in the morning. he doesn't have that much appetite. when it serious he tends to yell and call out the person in the worst way. he won't tell you all about what's going on but some sort of it. he notices things of person that changed their appearance but won't say. doesn't like to draw. grew up with capricorn women. he gambles whenever he goes to las vegas, watched anime too but only action. drives sometimes. has a baby..lol. he sits comfortable. gosh I remember alot of stuff from him. oh likes Dr Strange from marvel, have watched all marvel movies, not a really be fan of DC. I think he likes to debate. been to museums of out of town. I don't want to mess this up. I can't mess this up. universe resonate my message to him. send my message with good intentions to armondo that I'm an okay gal. I would love to have to time for him. universe all I ask is to have time for him and he have time for me. universe give armondo a sign about me. okay so I think ima keep coming back on here to add stuff to him. he doesn't text as much. I believe he's close to his brothers. he played all of the resident evil games yoooo

GOD DAMMIT IM FUCKING UP, HE MAKES VAILD POINTS SHIT SHIT SHIT.

wait a dam min, yes I barely know him, and yes if u let me hang out with u more, then I'll know some shit. fuck I really do think I'm pushing the agenda. shitttt now I can't stop thinking about it. I fucking hate this. but from what he said, he wants me to get to know him...right...???

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UPDATE A FUCKING UPDATE. so he use to play the drums in a church quoir for 3 years. can play a little bit of bass and also a saxophone too. now I didn't get the list of bad habits, and he said it was long so I'm keeping my eye out of that. but he's hobbies are simple, cooking, traveling, hunting and smoking. BUT THE ONE THAT GOT ME WAS HIM PUTTING SEX AS A HOBBY. now I've done my research and the results is fine. it just him getting pleasures whenever he needs it. I mean I wanna get to know him and he's honest so theirs no sugaring coating things. also he mentioned on Friday how he's been trying to figure out how to say my name and he finally did !!!!! HE SAID MY FULL NAME NOT THE NICKNAME I GAVE HIM BUT MY FULL NAME. also also also, I didn't buy him a gift. 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

ANOTHER MAJOR UPDATE, im surprised I didn't log in yesterday for it but, I asked him about the bad habits and I wanted to know only three since he said it was a long list and come to my surprised it isn't that long, just procrastination, and communication. he couldn't think of anything else or probably not at that moment.

"why not take the time to get to know me, so u know what I do like and what I don't like" AHHHHHHH I JUST GOT THE INVITATION TO ACTUALLY KNOW WHO HE REALLY IS. YESSSS. this is nice 😁

oh okay so he's free Saturday, THIS SATURDAY I shouldn't think of nothing to it but I'm only hanging out with him as a friend. nothing else. don't overthink the situation. he didn't text you today, it's fine, don't think it's ur fault bc it's not. it's not ur fault. tomorrow will be normal, we'll conversate like as usually. nothing is wrong. they'll be days like this, and it's fine. he's free Saturday so that should be fun. the universe has my back 😁

thank you universe. my sign/message to armondo will be incredible and lovely

[milkchocolateowl]

sunflower, freckles, white sheets, hidden beaches

sunflower: if there was a door that went to a city that was a good representation of you, what city would it be and would you go through the door?

out of all the cities i’ve been to, i feel like it would be washington, dc (MINUS DONALD J DUMP AND OTHER POLITICIANS) because it’s a very smol, cozy city that’s full of greco-roman buildings and grassy picnic spots, and because i’m a nerd i love the historical monuments and museums there (national air and space museum is lit af AND THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS HAS RENAISSANCE VIBES IT’S WONDERFUL). i would definitely go through the door since i’ve been there twice already and enjoyed it, except i probably wouldn’t go in the summer again because it gets really humid and hot there (also i’d be like wtf how does this door lead to a city thousands of miles away is it like a wormhole or something and how is that on earth without ripping the planet apart?? is there a black hole nearby i should be concerned about??? am i in a scifi movie or something?? are aliens gonna invade washington??? if so, pls take me home)

freckles: what’s something that makes you happy? describe the first thing that comes to your head.

@mirrorsdesire 💛💛💛 uhhh also math when i actually understand it (i’m talking about calculus btw, not algebra, algebra is garbage)

white sheets: where’s somewhere you would love to travel to? why?

wow ok i’ve actually been thinking about this a lot lately because i might study abroad in like 2 years (?) and i have yet to narrow down the places i might want to go to because asgdhkafdhjadjka i wanna go everywhere and i love traveling, but ever since i went to parts of germany/switzerland last summer i want to go back to europe especially, everything is Cool there (esp because i want to see places that have to do with literature (i really wanna go to london and compare it to descriptions of the city in the sherlock holmes books aaaaaaa) and history because HISTORY (in germany we went to the dachau concentration camp site and it was really interesting to hear the tour guide explain wwii from a german pov as opposed to the american one i learned (i wanted to discuss the differences w him bc i was in History Nerd mode but also there were too many people around for me to speak up asuhdkashdj))

hidden beaches: do you prefer to hang out in a big group or one on one?

one to one or small groups for sure, it’s no secret that i’m not at all an extrovert and i tend to get tired/bored really easily if there’s too many people

[marvel-dc-hybrid]

Fanfic Recommendations | Vol 1

I wanted to create this recommendation list to bring more awareness to many wonderful writers here on tumblr. The fics that I picked from each writer is one that either got me hooked to their writing style or a fic they’ve posted recently that I just really love.

MARVEL

13 Going on 30 Bucky Barnes x Reader (13 Going on 30 AU) by: @buckys-fossil​ When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead.

Daddy Issues Bucky Barnes x Reader by: @you-didnt-see-that-cuming A descendant of Thor, you have your powers stolen from you by HYDRA, and the only way to get them back is to steal the Avengers software. But when sending a certain new Avenger to track you, things don’t exactly go as planned. (Series)

Little Notes Bucky Barnes x Reader by: @marvelfic You always writes reminders on your hands, so you always have a marker on hand. You often fall asleep and when you wake you sometimes find new notes written on your hands written by none other than the Bucky Barnes.

Unbreakable Bucky Barnes x Reader by: @imaginesoftheheart Your life is a constant struggle with trying to control your powers and Bucky always on your nerves but one day, he goes too far. (Series)

“Why is she wearing my hoodie?” Bucky Barnes x Reader by: @writing-soldiers Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, only to discover you as the theif.

Can’t Sleep Loki Laufeyson x Reader by: @coffeekeyboardsss You and Loki find comfort in each other when you’re both having trouble sleeping. (Series)

Sleepless Loki Laufeyson x Reader by: @writingafterhours You suffers from steady nightmares and find help in the arms of your neighbor down the hall.

Day One Peter Parker x Reader by: @spiderholland You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on? (Series)

Homecoming Peter Parker x Reader by: @love-allthingsmarvel Your date with Peter goes haywire when the Vulture crashes the Homecoming dance.

Late Night Kiss Peter Parker x Reader by: @thespideyimagines Spider-Man came crashing through your window at midnight and you had no idea what to do. (Series)

One Jump Ahead Peter Parker x Reader by: @imaginingadifferentlife You came up with theme songs for each Avenger and you decide Spider-Man’s to be ‘One Jump Ahead’ from Aladdin.

Regret Peter Parker x Reader (Royalty AU) by: @that-sokovian-bastard Royalty AU, where you are the princess of Kingdom of Avenge while Peter is the prince of the Kingdom of Midtown. (Series)

You Have No Idea Peter Parker x Reader by: @killer-barnes You and Peter go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, you’re is curious as to why he is there.

Dysfunctional Parenting Steve Rogers x Reader by: @vibranium-ass You are the clumsiest person your friends and family knew. Your accident prone tendencies leads to comfort from your husband, Steve.

Pokémon Go Steve Rogers x Reader by: @buckyywiththegoodhair Steve uses the popularity of Pokemon Go as an excuse to spend more time with you.

BINGPOT! Avengers x Reader by: @avengerschatroom A group chat with the Avengers... with quotes from Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

DC

Redemption Barry Allen x Reader by: @dccomicsimagines You are a meta-human who was sent to kill flash but fail because you end up falling for Barry.

Ditch Me Again Dick Grayson x Reader by: @attackonbatboys You and Dick were a couple but the relationship ended. He sees you after a few years and notices you with a child he never knew of... 

Your Family Needs Help Dick Grayson x Reader by: @uncpanda You help your boyfriend, Dick, take care of his brothers after their wisdom teeth removal.

Absurdity Jason Todd x Reader by: @posiey You defend Red Hood to someone who thinks he’s dangerous while Jason overhears. You declare yourself the leader of the Red Hood defense squad.

Attraction to a Stranger Jason Todd x Reader by: @avengerdragoness Jason is trying to get your attention at the airport by slipping a paper with his number on it in your favorite book.

Best Birthday Ever Jason Todd x Reader by: @dc-imagine-central You are a single mom and Jason’s next door neighbor. Jason agrees to babysit your son one day leading to your son’s best birthday ever.

Family Jason Todd x Reader by: @maruthor Domestic life with Jason and your life with an adorable yet noisy newborn.

Opening Up Jason Todd x Reader by: @batboys4life Jason has been through a lot with his death and resurrection and finally decides to open up to you.

Rough Night Jason Todd x Reader by: @tim-help You were up all night working on a research paper and Jason just got back from a rough night on patrol. You’re both tired and in desperate need for cuddles. (closed blog; moving to @florallfawn)

Stalker From Another Universe Jason Todd x Reader by: @addicted-to-dc You wake up to suddenly find yourself within your favorite comic book universe. But who or what sent you there in the first place? (Series)

You’re Who? Jason Todd x Reader by: @angstytodd You and Jason live together but you have yet to meet the Batfamily. One day the batboys come over to discuss something with Jason but hang out with you instead. While Jason is still asleep.

You Faked Your Death Jason Todd x Reader by: @batmagines Jason has come back years after his death.... and eats all of your favorite cereal.

What You Are to Me Jason Todd x Reader by: @batfamilyimagines You got a small Robin tattoo on your back after Jason’s death but Jason only notices it after he and you got together years later.

How Should I Tell Him? Tim Drake x Reader by: @imaginethatdc You are best friends with Red Robin and you ask him for advice on how to ask your friend Tim out.

Stargazing Tim Drake x Reader by: @dc-comics-imagines You are hanging out with Tim and stargazing when he falls asleep on your shoulder.

Military Sister Batfamily x Reader by: @redhoodshood You are a vigilante in the Batfamily and you want to join the military. (Series)

WIZARDING WORLD

I Think I’m in Love With My Tutor Newt Scamander x Reader  by: @fantasticwritingandwheretoreadit You are one of the brightest Ravenclaws at Hogwarts and your excellence in Potions class leads you to tutor one of your professors struggling students; Newt Scamander.

Captain Black Sirius Black x Reader (Pirate AU) by: @azurakenway Pirate AU where the dashing pirate Captain Black saves you from your sinking ship. (Series)

Let’s Be Stupid Together Sirius Black x Reader by: @deerprongs You are James’s younger sister and Sirius always treats you like a sister but you like him. So you do your best to try to show him that you like him.

Meant To Be Sirius Black x Reader by: @felelotlen-felhotlen You are a muggle-born Gryffindor with a horrible relationship with your parents. For winter break, you decided to spend the holiday in the castle with this decision leading you to get to know Sirius Black. (Series)

Living With the Marauders Marauders x Reader by: @sleekeazyz Wanna know the ups and downs of living with the Marauders? Part one of this series is Sirius’ plan to ease your day during your time of the month. (Series)

SUPERNATURAL

If Only Dean Winchester x Reader by: @winchester-writes When you’re feeling down and beating yourself up inside, Dean is there to help and comfort you.

Last Words Dean Winchester x Reader by: @i-write-supernatural-imagines You express your feelings for Dean as he is dying before he turns into a demon.

Wood Smoke Dean Winchester x Reader by: @supernaturalfreewill You fall asleep in the back seat of the impala after a complicated case and start sleep talking about your crush on Dean.

MISCELLANEOUS

My Boyfriend the Pharaoh Ahkmenrah x Reader by: @dem-obscure-imagines You know that hot mummy from Night at the Museum? Now imagine having a crush on him and becoming his *wait for it* BOYFRIEND. This fic is all around cute and fluffy.

Our Son Tadashi Hamada x Reader by: @you-plus-them You know the big brother in Big Hero 6? Well now you helped him create Baymax with a running joke that Baymax is the son of you and Tadashi. (closed blog; moved to @imagine-your-world)

Scars Tadashi Hamada x Reader by: @pepcvina That thing with Tadashi in Big Hero 6? Never happened. Kinda. There was a fire but he survived. The experience wasn’t pleasant and changed him. It takes you to bring back the old Tadashi.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Nocturnal Jason Todd x Lily de Sauveterre by: @guns-n-lilies Not only does she need to treat her boyfriend, Jason’s wounds, she needs to treat his brothers, Tim and Dick.

La Luna Jeremy Connors x Luna by: @imaginingadifferentlife Jeremy Connors is high school senior who isn’t well liked and as a way to escape his mundane life, he dreams at night of a beautiful girl whom he calls ‘Luna’. Alas, Luna is indeed a real girl, who later on transfers to Midwood. Will she be the same as the girl in his dreams or will he realize that dreams can create unrealistic expectations? (Series)

Good Boy Roy Harper x Maia Bailey by: @royslittleharper Maia has to take care of her boyfriend, Roy, after he has been turned into a dog leading to a surprise visit by Maia’s brother, Loki.

A Demigod’s Survival Guide To The Avengers Avengers x Grim Cassidy by: @with-the-words-all-wrong Grim Cassidy was always up for a challenge when Chiron assigns her, the daughter of Death himself, to help the Avengers understand the demigod world. (Series)

[pottedfairies]

6, 25 and 43?

6: Age you get mistaken for

sometimes 12! sometimes 22! last year (when I was still 18 I think) a friend legit thought I was a 22 yr old college senior because of my maturity lol

25: My idea of a perfect date

OOF ok so aside from being mostly aro/ace the best date would be: me, alone, waking up at 8am n making a lovely breakfast on my own, then at 11am a flower field trip with said date OR a museum trip, then around 5-6pm we head back to my place to make dinner together n watch ghibli movies until they go home or I fall asleepBASICALLY I wanna hang out domestically with my friends lol

43: sexiest person that comes to mind immediately

not sexy but aesthetically appealing, theres a poetry prof here who a) has incredibly rich brown skin b) the most radiant smile and c) had great calves also one of my other friends (she’s in dc on an internship rn) and when I met her I was blown away??? shes so pretty???? she was wearing a pink overall dress thing n her belly looked soft n v v huggable and her HAIR was so CURLY gah I love her

Thank you!! sorry for responding late, the message came in my inbox rlly late?? idk if tumblr glitched or what. Have a great weekend!!

[hashtagswagstag]

you do all the numbers then too. meh. mEH. MEEEHHHHHH

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0: height 5′4″1: virgin? no2: shoe size 93: do you smoke? no4: do you drink? YUP5: do you take drugs? no6: age you get mistaken for I...don’t know that I do?7: have tattoos? no8: want any tattoos? I’ve been designing some things. I was thinking about getting a feather quill with a script ‘rise up.’ under it on my wrist/forearm but I haven’t fully decided on anything. I really like the idea of rib/kind of underboob but lower (?) tattoos but I don’t know what I’d put. I like the fact that they’re almost always covered so they’re like...just for you.9: got any piercings? no10: want any piercings? not particularly11: best friend? @artsyfartsychickadee12: relationship status singleeeeeeeee13: biggest turn ons being funny, nice hair, ARMS???, eyes, butts, I dunno14: biggest turn offs bad breath, too much drama, disrespectful, racist, just being a dick in general15: favorite movie good god i can’t answer this. there are too many kinds of movie. here’s some movies I really like tho?: O Brother Where Art Thou?, Ex Machina, The Empire Strikes Back, Moana, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them16: i’ll love you if you are kind17: someone you miss @artsyfartsychickadee, @madmadmadamem, Jenna, all my Boone friends18: most traumatic experience I’ve been fortunate to not suffer much trauma. In terms of things that traumatized me, as a child (I was like 3) my dad took me on what used to be the Scooby Doo rollercoaster at Carowinds. It was made for children. I couldn’t ride another rollercoaster until I was in the 6th grade. But like I said, I haven’t really had any that come to mind. If I did, I guess they’re pretty repressed.19: a fact about your personality it’s probably made of memes20: what i hate most about myself I am a procrastinator and it kills me21: what i love most about myself I am kind and I am creative22: what i want to be when i get older well I am an adult and I’m going to do interior design23: my relationship with my sibling(s) p chill. we get along better than we did when we were younger, mostly because he stopped breaking my stuff24: my relationship with my parent(s) pretty good mostly25: my idea of a perfect date I like getting to know people so if it’s a first date, please do not take me to the movies because if you try to talk to me there I will shush you. Getting a coffee (or tea for me) and hanging out and getting to know each other, going to cool historical places or museums or something, walking around in a park or through a city or something.26: my biggest pet peeves I hate when there’s hair...like...not on people. When it’s like in a shower or something. Creep. Also when people have issues with you and instead of talking to you about it like a rational person they just bottle it up and get mad and you don’t know why until they blow up at you. When neighbors are loud at like 3 am when I’m tryna sleep.27: a description of the girl/boy i like I really don’t have a crush on anyone rn28: a description of the person i dislike the most he’s about to be the president and he’s an evil fascist29: a reason i’ve lied to a friend So I wouldn’t hurt their feelings/to protect them30: what i hate the most about work/school people honestly expect too much in school. like hi, i am not a superhuman, thanks.31: what your last text message says “so many parking spots were full of snow pile”32: what words upset me the most I...don’t know33: what words make me feel the best about myself “good job” or “i’m proud of you”34: what i find attractive in women all women are too beautiful and flawless and I am in love with all of them. 35: what i find attractive in men physically: ARMS (they don’t even have to be super muscle-y. Just...love a good arm), good hair, eyes. not physically: kind, funny, caring, likes animals, good at the cuddle36: where i would like to live NYC or Dublin, Ireland. I also love DC, but not while Cheeto Hitler lives there37: one of my insecurities ACNE. FUCKING. CYSTIC. ACNE. i’m too old for this shit.38: my childhood career choice veterinarian39: my favorite ice cream flavor Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked40: who wish i could be I’m happy to be myself, I think.41: where i want to be right now Boone. I just wanna finish school.42: the last thing i ate salted chocolate Lindor truffles. honestly they’re the best.43: sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately Adam Driver. Light me on fire. God damn.44: a random fact about anything Peter Cushing (Tarkin) wore slippers on the set of Star Wars because the boots for his costume were uncomfortable so his feet don’t appear in the shots