reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to âviolating one or more of Tumblrâs Community Guidelinesâ, but since my wish came true the first time, Iâm putting it back. :)
*squinting into the fog* who goes there?! Willem Dafriend, or...
 (  gif by @buchanansâ from this lovely gifset !  )
âŞÂ â JUST TALK ; vacant mirrors holiday special
summary: you spend the holidays at the wilsons. you and bucky really need to talk. pairing: bucky barnes / f!reader ; established in vacant mirrors tags: set post-tfatws, situationship angst, holidays shenanigans, drunk bucky in uniform, they just don't make cigarettes the way they used to, sam wilson is oblivious, sarah wilson is god to me word count: 12k a/n: happy holidays you filthy animals, this is just an excuse of me to finally make these two talk about their feelings (   AO3   |   MASTERLIST  )
It's December 23rd.
The door before you, adorned with a festive wreath and flickering electronic candle, is not that of your family home in Morristown, New Jersey.
The crunch of gravel signals that your rideshare from the airport is pulling away. Headlights dash up the side of the house to illuminate candlelit windows and you offer a courteous wave to the older gentleman. You crane your neck to watch for a moment, then trace the parade of cars parked up the long driveway; all belonging to friends and family you don't know.
You exhale and check your phone one more time. 18 Dancy Avenue. It's the right address. So, shuddering down any lasting, remaining tatters of the fear you're at the wrong holiday party, you take a deep breath and knock three times.
Your luggage knocks at your ankles as you shift in your boots.
Inside you can hear the chatter of voices â the knock seems to startle a wave of jeers as someone calls out:
"Someone's here!"
Moments later, the door is sharply yanked open.
Sam Wilson's toothy smile has maybe â maybe â never been bigger.
iâll say this as my parting thought for the night: bucky barnes is indeed a fuck freak.
fine. FINE! iâll elaborate.
buckyâs wires got all crossed during his time as the winter soldier.
like, literally. i mean, heâs a walking pharmaceutical ad for âbigger, faster, strongerâ. his hormones? psh, shot. heâs de-thawed, then iced out â his body doesnât know what age it is. violence is intertwined with safety and praise for years. he was a weapon. hydraâs weapon. you donât tenderly fuck The Weapon. you put the weapon on hormone suppressants and chemically castrate the weapon.
relearning physical intimacy is like learning his name again. itâs part of living. itâs part of this big new thing called a second chance.
his libido now? a nightmare. some weeks he canât even stomach the idea of touching another person without crawling out of his skin, the next heâs moaning into his pillow to keep quiet while he relearns touching his own body to the thought of you sitting on his face. up and down. de-thawed and iced out.
but routine is good. consistency is key. slow steps, and the wires become a little bit untangled day by day.
heâs gentle and slow and tender and all things beautiful but heâs also deeply obsessed with his partnerâs pleasure. he spent years as a tool, so âserviceâ is a part of his title. old habits die hard. speaking of titles, sir goes a long way or even worse, sergeant because whew, man oh man. the most normal part of his brain is on leave in england in 1945 and the army broke him in a different way.
i think, too, there are parts of him that will only show through with a partner he trusts and trusts him beyond the normal definition. oh, knife play? oh, breath play? oh, gun play? OH, ROLEPLAY? like i said, the wires were crossed. somewhere in the back of his mind, these things we greatly associate with violence are tied faintly to praise and it only gets worse when his partner is gushing because yes, theyâll do anything he wants, yessir, yes, they promise theyâll behave. heâs in control, and heâs making his partner happy⌠and man, itâs kinda hot in here.
i wouldnât trust anyone more than bucky barnes to do any of that with. protective. good at after care, too. really good. he even needs some of it himself.
âŚANYWAYS.
episode eight: papa
âWeâre felons.â Your eyes are squeezed shut as you rub your stomach, nauseous. âI canât believe we just stole that poor coupleâs home.â âThink Spidey would understand?â Steve spares you a glance as he drives. âDonât ever evoke his name while committing a felony.â
Summary: steve is on the brink of a constant nervous breakdown, eddie questions your taste in music, you and max go halfsies on your lives, angry hicks are scary, and the end of the world is near so of course now is the time for every emotional conversation ever. duh !
Rating: general, some swearing, violence
Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, cursing, weapons, talk of death, lowkey suicidal thoughts but barely ??
Words: 15.9k
Before you swing in: hey gang !!! this chapter is a goddamn monster. it took forever to write for a million reasons, but the payoff is worth it in my biased opinion. we get a LOT of conversations in this chapter, all that have been brewing for seasons !!!!! the narrative is narrativing !!! we only have one more chapter, so sit back, relax, n enjoy :)
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Careless Accidents
jason todd x fem!reader
aka you get hurt and jasonâs pissed
warnings: readerâs wrist is accidentally sprained from being grabbed to hard
You could hear scuttling from somewhere else in the garden, an estate more than sizable enough than the game afoot.
You were under the distinct impression though that the bats and birds are playing with you similar to how they would a child. Slower, weaker, and less experienced than the big kids. You weren't complaining though. Because, frankly, it was stressful. They tend to operate more like theyâre in a warzone than a game, you felt like you were about to be sniped out at any second.
Rightfully so, apparently, seeing how silently Stephanie had crept up on you.
âHey,â Stephanie hissed, ignoring the way you jumped. âWeâre doing alright for ourselves,â she said smugly.Â
âYeah,â youâd nodded, like you agreed with her more than you probably did.Â
âOkay listen, I think the flagââ what flag? ââis by the fountain so, I think because thereâs three of us and two of them, we should bait-and-switch.â
âWeâre on teams?â you asked, no longer completely sure you know what youâre playing.Â
âWe are now!â she smiled, starting to run. âIâll bait!â
She stopped briefly in her tracks and turned back to you hissing, âDonât trust Cass,â before scurrying away.
Rather than sit around and wait there forâŚsomething?...to happen, you jumped up darting in the opposite direction with little to no indication whether this is a good move.
What you didnât see is Cass rapidly approaching from your rear.Â
What you also didnât see was Dick crouched down in a row of shrubbery, which gave him the perfect opportunity to snatch your arm up and yank you down with him. Youâd mewled a bit as your wrist made contact harshly with the grass, immediately buckling under you.
Cass was keen to your pain immediately, slowing her sprint to a stroll as she observed you.
âAre you okay?â she signs.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm good.âÂ
The response was instinctual and you didnât actually have time to register whether or not you were okay by the time you gave it.Â
You pushed up on your elbows, trying to figure out whether Dick is even on your team, but the way the others approached had you halting consideration. Theyâre savvy to the situation at a speed in which you can only attribute to their vigilantism, looking at you with concern.Â
âYou good?â Tim asked, approaching languidly.
âThat looked like it hurt,â Cass commented, crouching down next to you to see your wrist better.
Dick shook his head, âNo, sheâs okay.â He turned to you, prodding, âYouâre okay.â
âYeah, Iâm, umâŚâ you winced, looking at your wrist. âIt hurts a little.â
Cass examined it closely, tilting it gently to the side. âIt might be sprained.â
Dick paled.Â
âNo.â
Tim pointed a thumb back towards the manor, âWe can get it wrapped upstairs.â
âNo.â
You were only then able to clock the barely contained grin on Stephanieâs face, begging to break. Â
âOoooh. Heâs gonna kill you.â
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episode eight: the battle of starcourt
He fights with it, tries desperately not to let it fall, all while his resume hangs from his mouth. âShit! Oh, Fast Times! Ever heard of it? Top three for me, Keith.â Robin laughs and Steve turns the cardboard cutout to you, wiggling his eyebrows. âOwn any red bikinis?â You flick his forehead, though you laugh as well. âIn your dreams.â âI can sleep right now and find outââ âI will flick you again.â âA kiss is preferred, but whatever.â
Summary: jonathan becomes a certified surgeon, hopper returns and is oddly sentimental (wonder what that could mean !), you and dustin show off your musical theater talents, the mind flayer becomes a track star, fireworks become weapons, and really a lot just happens so suddenly it gives you whiplash. dont worry though, the rest of your summer involves painful goodbyes and the scary realization that youre growing up. absolutely disgusting. but at least steve gets to kiss you whenever now, so hooray for that ! side note: you keep making promises to people, surely there wont be narrative foreshadowing as a result !
Rating: general, violence and swearing
Warnings: blood, swearing, major character death, graphic depictions of violence, fem!reader, use of y/n
Words: 21.2k (ouch)
Before you swing in: this was my magnum opus. truly. so so so much happens in this chapter, this episode is INSANE. it took me a while, the scenes were hard and complex, but im happy with the final results :) ive been waiting a long time to write this ending, to set up the strings for later in season 4 <3 i sincerely hope this chapter is all yall have wanted. if theres any glaring typos, pls ignore because its 21.2k words and im weak from rereading it. anyways, i have a sneaky lil link right here that will make sense at the end of the chapter (spoiler alert: it's a mixtape jonathan makes for bug). enjoy !
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Sugar on the Rim I
bruce wayne x afab!reader
aka the billionaires new friend
warnings: implied that reader is a virgin, age gap (bruce is older than reader), mentions of sex, smut in next part
You twist the stem of the wine glass around between your fingers slowly. Your chin rests atop your knees as you stare vacantly at the tiny puddle left of the drink. You could go refill it, but then youâd have to go back out to the main room and manâŚyou really do not want to do that. So youâll sit here, swiping your tongue across the bumps of the roof of your mouth as if it's a fascinating new discovery.
The creak of hinges has you shooting upright, your back thumping against the stair step behind you. Youâre not immediately sure how to act as though itâs normal that youâre sitting in the stairwell outside the gala rather than in it, fraternizing with old and new money alike. You freeze, trying to relax your posture so it doesnât look like youâre alarmed at the sight of another person, but not so relaxed that you look as bored as you are.
Your neutrality stutters when you glance up to find the host of the fundraiser. The billionaire host of the fundraiser. Bruce Wayne, the billionaire host of the fundraiser. Your posture straightens right back up and your mouth snaps shut as you make eye contact.
Should you stand up?Â
No, heâs rich, not royalty.Â
You are in his house thoughâ
He looks you over contemplatively, âI donât know you,â Itâs not accusatory, rather he says it like itâs something interesting.
You perk up at that, immediately formulating reasons to justify your presence. âOh, uh, noââ the words nearly spill out of your mouth all at once. You clear your throat, âIâm just a plus one for my bossââ
âWhoâs your boss?â he asks, relaxed.Â
âArthur Mullins.â
He looks to the side, squinting, âMullinsâŚheâs the executive at Williamson Industries, yes?â
You nod and he returns the gesture, slower, like heâs processing through something. âIâm Bruce,â he says warmly after a moment, holding his hand out to you.
You nod before you can even think to get any words to come out, âIâyeah, I know,â you accept his hand, shaking it as you tell him your name.
Thereâs a slight glint in his eye when he hears your name, and he repeats it quietly to himself. âA pretty name.â
âOh, itâs justâŚâ Just your name. But rather than fill him in on that fascinating tidbit, you let the sentence die off.
He smiles kindly anyway, âWhat are you doing in here? Partyâs out there, or so they tell me.â
âIâŚIâm hiding in here,â you admit sheepishly.
He leans in towards you slightly, lowering his voice. âIâll let you in on a secretâso am I,â he smiles at you like itâs easy.
Your grin matches his, âItâs your party,â
âThatâs why I need to hide.â He tilts his head, âDoesnât give you much of an excuse though, does it?â
âI donât know anybody here.â
He puckers his bottom lip contemplatively, âYour boss.â
You shake your head, âIâm just his assistant. Iâm pretty sure he just brought me as a precaution in case he needed a designated driver.â
He laughs at that, âBased on the way Iâve seen Mullinsâ attempts to operate, his assistant would have to be a hell of a lot more important than just a designated driver.â
Well, heâs certainly right about that. Your boss doesnât exactly âhave it togetherâ per se. Heâs an unorganized man with little to justify his importance in Gotham, so he tends to insist on taking on more responsibility than he has any business having. Not to mention, heâs a bit of a try-hard and youâre constantly left to sweep up the pieces of his reputation that he shattered himself. Not to say heâs necessarily unprofessional, he just will do anything and everything to prove he belongs in any given space. Itâs honestly a bit exhausting to watch. Itâs more exhausting to try and convince him that the exchange went well afterwards.
You nod slowly, eyes on his shoes. âMr. Mullins hasâŚa unique approach to business. It does usually leave me fairly busy, Iâll give you that.â You take a quick deep breath, plastering on a fake smile. âBut that means I occasionally get to go to fancy parties where I donât know anyone, so..â
âWell then it sounds like youâve got it all worked out,â he ribs, âOr donât you agree?â
You smile coyly, âI would never be so bold.â
âI donât mind boldness. For example, the reason I came in here is because he spotted me.â
You laugh at that, âMr. Wayneââ
âBruce.â
âMr. Wayne,â you suppress your smile as you pause, choosing your words carefully. âI think heâs just networking.â He doesnât have the money to give.
He nods surely, âHeâs definitely just networking.â He really doesnât have the money to give. You allow just the faintest wisp of a smile to adorn your face as you look down again.
You check the time and realize that youâve been hiding away for too long and that if he hasnât already, your boss will notice soon. You sigh quietly to yourself, âI should..â
He turns his head to the closed door where the chatter can be heard from beyond, sighing in defeat as he shakes his head looking back at you. âSo should I.â
You feel a bit insecure as you stand, the gown youâre wearing is pretty but it is very much affordable and youâre sure someone as wealthy as Bruce Wayne would know the difference.
If he does notice he makes no deal of it, motioning you forward gallantly to walk ahead of him.
He follows after you, hands behind his back. âWould it be rude of me to ask you to distract him while I run for the bar?â
every time I find a pill on the ground I take it home with me and draw a picture of it with crayons. here's the collection so far.
^ the very first pill I found & drew. couldn't identify it (markings rubbed off) but it looked very beautiful to me.
^pill no. 2: fluoxetine. my greatest find and finest crayon drawing. sorry to whoever lost their fluoxetine. I'll save it for a special occasion. I used a sharpie pen to clean up some lines on this one I think.
^ pill no. 3: ibuprofen. accidentally closed my laptop on this one, destroying it. and getting goop on my laptop. I found another one though. People drop a lot of painkillers. The first 2 used only colors from the classic 24 pack of crayons, but I had to break out extras from my childhood crayon collection for this one.
^pill no. 4: benadryl. this pill was crumbling inside its plastic when I found it, but it was intact enough to take home and draw! Hooray.
^pill no. 5: midol. this one was real scuffed up. I actually found an entire bottle of midol on another occasion, and someone's last 2 weeks of birth control yet another time, but those are the kind of things I leave behind because someone's likely to miss their entire bottle of midol or sealed birth control and come back for it.
^pill no. 6: unfinished advil/ibuprofen. I find a lot of painkillers, as mentioned, so I guess I got bored. I also have a drawing of acetaminophen that I am not posting because I don't like it.
^pill no. 7: severe tylenol. I didn't know such a thing existed until I found it on the ground. "severe tylenol" makes it sound like the tylenol is mean. this was among the more challenging ones and it's kinda rushed, but drawing the plastic was fun. just did this one an hour ago.
in case you're wondering, I do keep the pills when possible. I like to hold onto my reference material. they live in a separate box from my vintage ibuprofen collection.
louweeâŚ. mon cher i have une question of utmost importance pour toiâŚ. but you must answer me avec sincĂŠritĂŠâŚ.. mon cĹurâŚ. would you still love me if i was one of those⌠slimy little creatures?âŚ. comment direâŚ.. a wĂśrm? would you still love me if i was a worm, louieis? mais non! donât turn away from me! câest important! je refuse to sleep until you answer me!! or would you rather i have nightmares??? louies??? LOUIUIES!!!!!!
having a little jingly keychain is all fun and games, until youâre walking around somewhere thatâs dead quietâŚ..like oh iâm sorry i just my trinkets are jangling aroundâŚâŚn suddenly your the court jester and everyone is pointing and laughing at you for your noisey fucking keychainâŚ..bobo the clowncore
episode three: the case of the missing lifeguard
You glance at your door, worried your mom has heard Steveâs pathetic fall, while he clutches at his knee and groans. Through gasps of pain, he manages to respond, âGive me a second to recover my pride, Y/N.â âWe need more than just a second to recover your pride.â You crawl out of bed and offer the boy your hand. âGet up, dummy.â He accepts the help and stands, brushing himself off. âYour bed is freakishly high.â âHave you ever considered that youâre just clumsy?â âIâm an athlete, angel.â
Summary: dustin blackmails you for $5 and then dubs steve as boyfriend material for you, robin cracks yet another russian code, you all almost waterboard yourselves after sneaking onto the mall's roof, you have a sexy nervous breakdown, and jonathan takes you for a drive in his sick car
Rating: general, some swearing
Warnings: swearing, use of y/n, fem!reader
Words: 7k
Before you swing in: hi my loves !! had a hectic final week of classes but im finally done !! (technically i have one more final but thats a later issue). this chapter is a lot of banter and chaos and theres some sad feelings towards the end that im a bit frightened to see the reactions to so ,,,, enjoy !
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episode two: the mall rats
Steve lazily draps an arm over you, which Dustin narrows his eyes at. âYeah, I mean. Sure. Itâs not really a good idea for me, though. I gotta keep in shape for the ladies.â âUgh,â you scoff in disgust at Steveâs words and shrug his arm off of you before scooting away from him. Sometimes you forget how much of an idiot he can be. That he used to wear the crown of King Steve. You turn slightly away from him and finish eating your ice cream, annoyed and slightly hurt, though you know you have no right to be. Itâs not like youâre with Steve, anyways.
Summary: dreams you weird, billy is a hitchhiker, and hopper flirts with joyce in front of you (youre not sure which is scarier), somehow robin knows russian and has genius ears, you get caught in an awkward breakup showdown, and you shamefully are shocked when you discover that hawkins is anything but normal. you would think youd be a pro at this already, but at least steve is hot and really good at sneaking through windows.
Rating: general, some swearing
Warnings: swearing, allusions to violence, fem!reader, use of y/n
Words: 13.2k
Before you swing in: hello !!! new chapter, i am so sorry for the wait :/ the end of the semester has been killer and ive been super busy with my lab job (i present at a conference friday ... pray for me). heres chapter 2, she somehow ended up being 13k words but lets ignore that for my own sanity !



