#but she is such a fun female lead

[fauna-and-floraa]

King the Land has been such an interesting watch for me because I went into it expecting a festival of every romance cliche under the sun, and I was right- They have had pretty much every classic romance trope and yet? It feels fresh. They consistently do things I didn't expect, the story and characters are much more mature and interesting than I initially thought they would be, they could have indulged in a lot more cheap drama for dramas sake but they didn't. It's an absolutely cheesey fun ride but the emotional through line of the series hits so well.

[the-woman-upstairs]

In the universe of the film, there is ABSOLUTELY a contingent of fans that fervently ship Argylle/Wyatt and have the dominant ship on AO3 and trade elaborate fan theories about their hidden relationship and are convinced they’re meant to be endgame but the publishers won’t allow it. Of course, they go totally BALLISTIC when they learn they’re based on the author and her boyfriend.

[arson-09]

tonights acotar thoughts are with the Illyrian women and how rhysand has utterly failed them despite his supposed efforts

Hes ‘allowed’ them to become warriors if they wish. But thats not even the bare minimum. from my memory he acknowledges that he doesnt enforce the wing clipping laws (smooth move) so that’s basically useless and as to be expected of a man, he misses the point of feminism and equality laws. WHERE are the laws and protections for women in marriages?? if the illyrian are so ‘brutal’ and ‘backwards’ the assumption can be made that divorce isn’t a thing unless the man requests it. No women requested divorces and probably no such thing as no fault divorces. As well as forced marriages (which also brings up the consent age) Adding on, what about abortions and other pre natal and natal laws and protections? again, assuming women arent allowed to have abortions or simply any bodily autonomy, where are those decrees rhysand? Im not even getting into the potential of LGBTQ+ illyrians and their rights (Logically there are LGBTQ+ illyrians but ofc sjm wouldn’t mention them)

He makes such a fuss about it being a womans choice (a hypocrite as we see in acosf) yet unless a woman is able too or wants to fight he doesnt seem to care. Which is also a major flaw of sjms writing, women only gain their independence if they can kick ass and fuck as they want. Which is of course valid but thats a very shallow way to view feminism and equality. The whole point is that a woman can choose, wether its to be a warrior or a stay at home mother, but theres nothing done for those women who want that lifestyle.

This has influenced me in my fic writing a lot to where a this topic has become a major focal point in my fic somewhat by accident. I think that logically there would be a rebellion from mostly illyrian women against rhysand, hes promised them so much yet has delivered so little.

[artiswhatartdoes]

The last of my sketchbook pages dedicated to my modern au gender-swapped ofmd girlies (and the many songs that inspire them…. LOTTA Taylor swift rn….)

See if you can spot calico jack!!

“I promise that you’ll never find another like -“ Siri play Me by the 1975

[spacedlexi]

are there any narrative decisions/themes in twdg (the entirety of the series) that you really disliked/thought could be handled better?

*gestures vaguely at seasons 2 and 3* i dont think i really have anything new or groundbreaking to say about the ways those seasons were handled

honestly for the most part though even when i find the narrative decisions to be lacking or disappointing theyre able to at least stick to their themes and emotionally come to satisfying conclusions. clems personal running narrative throughout the series i think holds up pretty well. and her journey is like... the whole point of it all. so other characters or aspects of the series falling through the cracks is unfortunate but acceptable for me if its still working towards developing clementine as a character. seasons 2 and 3 might be messy and contentious among fans but like.. regardless of the issues i have with them i like where they push clem emotionally

leads to the kind of situation where i might not agree with the decisions that got us here, but i can at least appreciate what the Intended goal was narratively and thematically

but since im talking about clem the ONE thing i will say is: they pushed the "mother" shit especially in s3 way too hard. she got called a big sister Once and then they promptly moved on. other characters telling clem how motherly she is? sick ew yucky nasty. clementine herself choosing to raise aj because hes all she has left in this world and wants whats best for him? yes and also im crying. at least if you take the alone endings you dont hear that dialogue from kenny or jane so its less in your face but ugh 🙄 i actually liked in s2 that after aj is born clem can be uncomfortable with him or completely uninterested, but by the end of the season (especially if shes left all alone and its partially why i like the alone endings so much) clem decides to look out for him regardless, because theyre all each other has. hed die without her. and she needs something to fight for, to remind her that theres still good out there, because the toll this world has taken on her only continues to rise. they need each other equally. in a normal world they could have just been normal siblings. but in this one? shes ajs everything. and hes hers. and we can see All of that without characters telling clem what a "natural mother" she is 😒

[eosofspades]

also ruby gillman was absolutely so much better than everyone says it was. idc this movie is so much fun

[skypiea]

I Have really been enjoying trigun stampede on It’s own merits but it is getting hard for me to keep from comparing it to the manga… seeing great elements from the manga I love incorporated but in a really rushed and Surface Level way is kinda a bummer

[pockets-and-paint]

she’s not actually getting arrested but she was threatened with arrest by the paris chief of police

she was also a bisexual icon and wore drag for some movies

(her wiki page also has more info but i couldn’t hyperlink the sources bc some are books)

Marlene Dietrich is detained at a train station in Paris in 1933 for violating the ban on women wearing trousers.

[skellseerwriting]

I think I came up with the next best worst contemporary romance plot:

college girl x frat house

Ideas below (tw for mention of SA)

There would be so much unhealthy and toxic behavior, the female lead would probably get roofied multiple times (once by Some Guy at a party for the male lead to save her, once by another frat boy, and once by the male lead she ends up with in the end)

None of the guys respect her boundaries except for the one Good One who genuinely likes her and sees her for who she is (and becomes the fan favorite) but she ends up with Other Guy because he’s hot

in the beginning she joins a sorority but doesn’t want to party because she wants to focus on her grades, and is portrayed as a “not like other girls”

then, halfway through, she gets kicked out of the sorority and lives in the frat house to open the plot to more romantic encounters and “other” encounters

and nobody except the Mean sorority girl who’s jealous because she likes male lead questions why all these men suddenly want the main girl

The book would be so popular despite portraying THE most unhealthy relationships and situation ships you have ever seen. Then it gets a movie adaptation that is only slightly less bad because they couldn’t fit all the bad stuff in

[wackachewbacca]

I’m becoming a nosy neighbor on here like it’s so fun not being part of two major tv fandoms on this site currently and shifting through any content on my dash to try and parse together what the hell is even happening and suddenly being inundated with new content all the while not having to deal with any of the drama myself and just live in bliss

[shidoukanae]

I would like to make an addendum to this piece with the new chapter out and say that I was wrong about Phillip, he's great, 10/10 he went from being a giant red flag of a character to being genuinely relatable and man do i feel bad about side-eyeing him for that line he said last chapter

Also this chapter finally wrapped up another plot thread I was waiting for it to return to and waaaaaah seeing someone else's POV on Helene is so nice (and we finally got another flashback of OG Helene for like,, the first time in literally forever). Helene being called out as a lonely person who hides her kind feelings behind a cold expression...man suddenly my fondness for Helene is increasing thousandfold

Like literally how the fuck does this manga keep making Helene better and better there's literally nothing disappointing about her character and im STILL shook about it

[femaleboysblog]

movie about a sweet girl or woman who turns out to be genuinely evil BUT not because she got cheated on or her crush rejected her. she's evil because it's fun

[claire-starsword]

Bloodline of the Sacred Dragons - Chapter 1-6 & 1-7

[small warnings for alcohol, drunken behavior, and a non-consensual kiss. Nothing too serious but I figured I'd warn.]

With the mountainous region of Bustoke visible to its right, the ship slowed down and calmly entered the harbor of Rindo.

Everyone saw it from the deck, the town looked painted in red by the setting sun. Houses big and small were crammed together in front of the walls that surrounded the town. Smoke from cooked dinners rose from every chimney, and the occasional passerby hurried through the streets.

They approached the pier.

A man sat there holding a fishing rod. As if recognizing Bleu from the deck, he got up and began waving his hands.

"Bleu!" He called.

"Someone you know?" Karin asked to Bleu, who was right next to her. He gave a halfhearted reply while inclining his head forward.

The only people he knew from Rindo were his old comrades in arms, Lyle and Guntz.

Even as they walked the gangway and got down to the pier, he still hadn't remembered who that was. The man on the other hand, sporting an ochre beard, looked at him cheerfully.

"Did you forget, it's me, Boken."

Hearing the name, Bleu finally remembered. He was an adventurer Bleu had met only once, in the town of Prompt. He had been around all of Rune going after the Shining Force, and had written plenty of travel, cultural and war records.

"I get it, it's been many years. I'm no longer the young man who ran around the whole continent," he laughed while stroking his beard.

Once Bleu's group mentioned that they had not yet decided where to spend the night, he pretty much dragged them to his house. He currently lived right next to the inventor Crock, who was Lyle and Guntz's teacher. Between the nostalgia trip and his helpfulness, Bleu grew comfortable around the friendly guy.

That night became kind of a party. Lyle came, and they talked fondly of the old days.

Sadly, Guntz was away, conducting research on the Pao Train.

"That Guntz, he works as an inventor on his own now. I still help Dr. Crock," Lyle laughed as he told Bleu that.

Lyle was a centaur, having a horse lower body and a human upper half. Because that, he was the only one there who was the same height as Bleu. It was a relief for them that Boken's house had a high ceiling.

"Is everyone else doing well?"

"Yeah. Anri inherited the throne and rebuilt her country with everyone else from Guardiana, and Zylo still rules Bustoke well. Earnest rules Uranbatol now, and has been working hard with the other knights. The more adventurous ones, they should be under this same sky somewhere. Well, I'm sure they're doing great. You're pretty much one the only one who shut yourself away."

Done with his loud rambling, Lyle poked Bleu's nose with his mug. Some foam got on it. He had a good laugh off that. While embarrassed, Bleu also laughed, wiping it off with the tip of his tongue.

"But say, what kind of journey are you on with all these young ladies?" Boken asked, and Lyle joined in.

"Yeah, right, why did you leave your old home this time? Anything interesting going on?"

Bleu was unsure on how to answer. He still wasn't clear on what he should do about the Manual. But opening up to someone like Lyle should be fine… He opened his mouth, but Camallia came in the conversation right then.

"We are on our way to Manarina right now. I am from a foreign land, so they are helping me. Miss Krin, who studies at Manarina, is guiding the way, while her sister, Lady Karin, and Sir Bleu came along to protect us."

She looked at Bleu for approval, and he nodded. The sisters watched in silence, probably thinking there was no need to say anything else.

"Ooh, a foreign land, I see, I see. Where are you from then, miss?"

Boken sounded very interested in Camallia's homeland.

Camallia had a good tolerance for drinks, and told them a lot about Parmecia between many mugs of alcohol.

Time slowly went by, and Karin and Krin, who weren't very used to drinking, retreated to their bedroom early. Lyle also excused himself as he had work on the next day.

"So many books. Have you written all of these?" Camallia asked Boken, her cheeks rosy.

One could believe that Boken's walls were made of books. His shelves, which reached up to the ceiling, were crammed with them. To Bleu, who had been raised with a similar room, the place was oddly soothing. Maybe because of the alcohol, or because Boken and Camallia had amusing things to say, Bleu felt in peace like he hadn't been in a long time.

"Half are guides and reference materials. I read them, and thought of going out for adventure. I wanted to visit the lands that showed up in their stories. The rest of the books were written by me, based on my adventures. There are guides introducing the places I've been, and also collection of stories I've heard around. In the end, they're all a lump of my dreams," Boken said as he showed them around the room by the light of the fireplace.

"Then, will you write of us in a book as well?"

"I hope to. You've told me a lot of curious stories that could fill shelves."

Camallia laughed, "you are truly a strange man."

She got up suddenly. Either because she stumbled, or because she wanted to, she swayed towards Boken. Taken aback, he helped her stand up. It seemed that the drinks had finally got to her.

"Maybe we should end the night here," Bleu said, and Boken shakily agreed.

"Is it the end? Then, to the adventurer who will watch the world change from here on, here's a good night kiss…"

With an arm around Boken's neck and without asking, Camallia kissed him. She then closed her eyes, and quietly feel asleep.

Bleu gave a wry smile while taking her away from Boken. With a huff, he picked up the large girl. Boken looked a wee bit disappointed, visibly red in the face even with the beard.

Bleu left the room calmly, carrying Camallia with both arms. At the doorway, he turned back to Boken.

"I envy you, Boken. You weren't captive to you dreams, you made them come true."

"That's because your dreams are your own. One day, I'm sure you'll write dreams of your own too. When that happens, please show them to me. That's a promise, alright?."

Bleu smiled as proof of their promise, and turned back away from the room.

But, he had nothing to write yet. Both in the past and in the upcoming future, there was only one thing for Sacred Dragons to read, the Manual. That was the duty given to them, and thus also their dream.

Bleu secretly prayed for it to not be a nightmare at least.

7

"Karin, are you still awake? If you are, can you open up for me?" Bleu whispered in front of the door of the room the girls were staying at. His voice was as loud as it could be while still taking care to not wake Camallia up.

"What's the problem?"

Karin opened the door after a while, peeking her head outside. Wearing only her thin nightclothes, she took a look at Camallia hanging limp on Bleu's arms, and made a puzzled face.

"She blacked out from drinking, can you let me put her in bed?" Bleu asked, readjusting Camallia in his arms with another huff.

"I can carry her," Karin answered, looking a little annoyed.

"No, you can't," Bleu's lips quirked slightly. Camallia was not a regular priest, but one trained for combat. She was quite the robust woman. Besides, humans were heavier than they thought, as they hardly ever tried to carry one another.

"If you can manage, of course I can too. Hurry, give her to me." Aggravated, Karin walked out of the room and extended her arms towards Bleu. Stirred by her voice, Camallia, still asleep, rolled over.

Her movement shifted the balance on Bleu's arms too suddenly and he stumbled, as if handing her over to Karin in a clumsy way.

Not ready for it, Karin couldn't handle Camallia's weight, falling backwards.

She made a pathetic noise, "…hnnnngggh…"

Karin massaged the back of her head, her previously droopy eyes now wide open. Maybe she had seen some stars, but that was just for her to know.

"You OK, Karin?" Bleu panicked at the turn of events. His arms were still occupied and slowed him down, as he used his long neck to look behind her head.

"It, it doesn't hurt, at all…" She faked, while small tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. Telling him to not worry that much, she pushed his head away.

"Hey, Karin, what are you doing?"

Krin had woken up to the sound of her sister's head hitting the wall.

"It's nothing," Karin answered her half asleep sister, and then whispered to Bleu, "C'mon, bring her inside."

Grumbling that she should have let him do this from the start, Bleu carried Camallia inside the room. Karin walked by his side.

"Oh, whatever."

She bended over to quickly smooth over the mattress. Bleu place the unconscious Camallia down there.

"Finally. Well, I'm off to sleep too. Good night, Karin."

Bleu breathed a sigh of relief, and went to the door.

"Good night, Bleu," she replied as he closed the door.

"Hey, what's going on…" Krin mumbled, unable to see anything in focus without her glasses.

"It's nothing, hurry up and go back to sleep," Karin answered, placing a hand on her forehead and pushing her down onto the bed. She then turned to Camallia over on the next bed. The girl breathed quietly, dead to the world.

"What's the matter?"

Karin slipped into bed with Krin, and pulled the blanket over to her head.

To Chapter 2>

Translation notes:

According to the World Book, Lyle is 204cm tall. The other centaurs listed there range from 185-233cm, so that's a reference you can use to picture Bleu's height, since he unfortunately didn't make it to that book to get an exact one.

Camallia uses the 殿(dono) honorific when referring to Bleu and Karin, which is to my knowledge a very respectful honorific which also implies the person has some sort of high rank. For Krin, she uses only さん (san), a more generic honorific. さん is pretty common in japanese and I often even ignore it in translation since an english honorific might come off as more formal/stiff, but in Camallia's case she is more formal than everybody else so it made sense to call attention to it, while still showing she's treating Krin differently.

Wanna hear me ramble about a guy who didn't even show up? You don't get a choice. Earnest's backstory in the original game is that he comes from a small kingdom neighbor to Runefaust, which was quickly destroyed once Runefaust began expanding. The epilogue in the ASCII guide book implied he went back to rebuild his country, but here the novel claims he became ruler of Uranbatol instead, with the other knights under him as well. So either these things contradict each other, or things didn't go as he planned. I'm enough of a nerd to feel sad that we don't get this kind of reference to his backstory, but the idea of all the guys together is kind of fun too. It might be also worth mentioning that in game, the soldiers he led into Uranbatol did seem to respect him, to the point where they won't let you proceed until you've rescued (if you beat the fort battle defeating first the Hellhound then the Artillery, you won't cross paths with him at first, but the doors to the harbor will be blocked until you talk to him on the other path.)

[flowersforbucky]

devil's in the backseat

bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3.7k

summary/prompt: a night at coney island with your friends turns out much differently than expected.

or getting fucked in front of a mirror

author's note: this is my first halloween fic!! this was so much fun to write. if you've read haunting adeline, then you know exactly what inspired the mirror maze scene! also disclaimer i have never been to coney island so if any of this is inaccurate then just pretend ok it's fiction :))

warnings/tags: smut, 18+ only content, sex in a public setting, mirror sex, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, friends to lovers, romanogers makes an appearance! kind of grumpy!reader, protective bucky, random men being creepy, language, reader is afab, she/her pronouns, reader pov, no use of y/n, porn with a little plot, fluff

my masterlist

“I can't fucking believe I let you talk me into wearing this.”

You tug the tight, cherry red colored velvet fabric of the babydoll dress in place for the dozenth time since arriving at Coney Island.

“What? You look hot. Plus, our costumes go great together.”

Natasha's costume mirrors your own - except hers is a pearlescent white and instead of a pitchfork and horns, she dons angel wings and a halo.

“I don't feel hot. I feel cold. It's fifty degrees and the sun hasn't even set yet.” If it wasn't for the black thigh high boots that cover the majority of your legs, you'd be shivering in the chilly late October weather.

“It's not my fault that you put off getting a costume until the last minute and had to pick through what little was left at Spirit Halloween,” she mumbles, passing you one of the cups of apple cider that the cashier hands to her. You gladly accept, sucking down the hot liquid in hopes that it will warm you from the inside.

Her phone dings as the two of you walk towards the rides. “It's Steve,” she informs you as she reads the text message. “They just got here,” she looks back up at you with a smirk on her face and a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Bucky decided to come with them.”

You roll your eyes, suddenly hating your borderline provocative costume even more.

“I thought he was leaving for a job in Denver this evening?”

It's not that you didn't want to see Bucky. It's that you didn't want to see Bucky dressed like this. As if you don't already get flustered around him when you're dressed in normal, everyday clothing. The hem of your dress barely conceals the curve of your ass and your tits are practically spilling over the low neckline.

“Guess it's been postponed,” she shrugs, nudging you with her shoulder.

The two of you turn to look in the opposite direction when a familiar voice calls your names. You see Steve, Sam, and Bucky walking towards you. Steve is dressed as a pirate, eyepatch and all. Sam wears a cowboy costume with an oversized hat, concealing the upper half of his face entirely.

And Bucky? Bucky wears jeans and a navy blue Henley.

Yeah, you're regretting any of your life choices that lead up to this moment.

“Well, well, well,” Sam drawls as he tips his hat back enough to take in yours and Natasha’s outfits. “Look what we have here. An angel and a devil. Have you two already entered the costume contest for best duo or should I go add your names?”

“You wouldn't dare,” you scold him. Natasha just laughs, falling into Steve’s embrace as he plants a kiss to her forehead.

“We should, you know,” Natasha agrees. “I think we'd have a pretty good shot at winning.”

“Yeah, right,” you retort, looking around at some of the more elaborate, creative costumes that many of the strangers around you are sporting. You notice a man and woman dressed as Beetlejuice and Lydia Deetz and know that you and Nat wouldn't stand a chance in a costume contest. “And what about you?” You acknowledge Bucky, your eyes skimming up and down his civilian clothes. “Didn't have time to pull together a costume?”

He smirks, his eyes trailing up your figure for a heated moment before he responds. “I'll have you know that I am in costume, actually.”

Steve and Sam both snort in laughter.

“Oh yeah? And what are you supposed to be, exactly?”

He tugs up the sleeve of his shirt, showing off the shiny vibranium that is his left arm.

“I'm the Winter Soldier,” he says with a smug grin. “Obviously.”

“How creative,” you praise sarcastically.

“Cut me some slack,” he feigns insult. “I was supposed to be halfway to Colorado right now. I didn't have time to pull together anything too cute.” His eyes flicker to your dress and boots at the word cute. If anyone else notices, they say nothing.

“What are we doing just standing around here?” Natasha exclaims, tugging Steve in the direction of the rides and games. “I want to ride every ride and eat funnel cake.”

They race ahead of the rest of you, with Sam close behind, leaving you and Bucky to fall into step beside each other.

“So, why did your mission get postponed?” You ask casually, trying to fight down the nerves that threaten to bubble over every time you're alone with him.

“Beats me,” he shrugs. “Fury didn't give much of an explanation. I got the text as I was loading my bags into the car to head out.”

“That's annoying,” you mumble, swallowing the remnants of your hot apple cider. “I'm sorry,” you tell him with a glance in his direction. “I'm sure it was for a good reason.”

He shrugs. “I'm here, so I can't be too mad about it.”

Before you can overthink exactly what he means by that, you're both brought to a halt when a jolly looking man in a Ghostbusters costume steps directly in front of you, blocking your path.

“This little devil looks like she needs a giant sloth!” He exclaims, gesturing towards the prizes hanging above the balloon darts station next to you.

“Oh, no,” you start. “That’s okay–”

“Come on!” The red-faced vendor insists, looking at Bucky. “Don't you want to win your girl a giant sloth? Perhaps a giant giraffe? If she was mine, I'd be winning her any prize she wants. I'll give you five throws for ten doll–”

“Fine, fine,” Bucky relents, digging into his back pocket for his wallet. You notice a faint hint of pink blooms along the apples of his cheeks, but he doesn't correct the man when he calls you his girl. “You've worn me down,” he sighs as he shoves a crumpled ten dollar bill into the man's hand.

The man accepts the money with a satisfied, toothy grin and hands Bucky five darts.

“If you get three out of the five throws, you can choose a prize from here,” the man gestures towards a section of smaller prizes. “And if you get all five throws, you can choose–”

The man is cut off by the sharp popping sound of a balloon, and then a second, and a third, until all five darts have been impaled on the board in a consecutive line in a matter of seconds.

“She'll take the bunny,” Bucky tells him before he can erase the stunned look off of his face. He points to a large, flop-eared purple bunny hanging from the upper row of prizes.

Unlike the vendor, you aren't shocked by his perfect aim at all. Anyone who knows Bucky would have known that he wouldn't miss a single shot. You are shocked, however, that he chose the bunny without even asking which prize you want.

The man in the Ghostbusters costume grabs the bunny and hands it to you, surprise still etched on his face. He mumbles a quick goodnight before he's moving onto the next people approaching the stand.

“How did you know I'd want the bunny?” You ask Bucky, trying to juggle the stuffed animal, your empty cup of cider, and your pitchfork all in your arms.

“You like bunnies, right? It was an educated guess.” He shrugs, moving through a thick crowd of people away from the game stations. “Here, let me carry it for you,” he offers when he notices the large stuffed animal is obstructing your vision. You hand it over to him and he tucks it underneath his metal arm.

“Thank you,” you tell him, your cheeks heating at the realization that he'd remembered such an inconsequential piece of information about you. You do like bunnies. The cold night air suddenly feels a lot more balmy.

“I'm - uh - I'm going to find a trash can real quick,” you say as you wiggle the empty cup in your hand. Truthfully, you just need a moment to collect yourself.

You begin walking in the opposite direction before he can reply, your eyes scanning the throng of people for a garbage can.

So what if he knows that you like bunnies? It's a pretty trivial fact that probably means nothing. You know that Natasha’s favorite animal is flamingos - because she's your friend. It's normal for friends to know things that their friends like.

Right? Right.

“I like that outfit a whole lot, baby. But I think you'd look even cuter in just the boots and those horns.”

You're so lost in your internal monologue that you don't even notice two men closing in on you as you toss the empty cup into a trash can. Unlike most of the people here tonight, neither of them are in costumes. They stand so close to you that you can smell booze on their breath.

“Oh, fuck off,” you groan as you attempt to walk away, but they've effectively blocked you between their bodies and the large garbage can behind you. Wicked grins grow on their faces as you realize that you can't get by them.

“Look, I don’t have the patience for this tonight. Get out of my fucking way.”

“Or what?” One of them taunts. “You'll use that little pitchfork on us? Jokes on you, because we're into that.”

“What if I used it on you?” A familiar voice comes from behind them. “Would you still like that?”

Before they can even turn around to identify the voice, Bucky is pulling him back by the hood of his sweatshirt and throwing him on the ground with little to no effort. The other one attempts to stumble away as Bucky turns his attention to him.

He still has your bunny clutched in his flesh hand - despite the seriousness of the situation, you have to bite your lip to keep from smirking at the sight. You don't know of anyone who could be quite as intimidating while holding a stuffed purple bunny.

“What about you?” Bucky asks, towering over the guy by half a foot. “You got anything you wanna say?”

“I - no - we didn't know she was with someone,” he half slurs, half stutters out. His gaze flickers to Bucky's vibranium hand. The man on the ground manages to stand back up, following after his friend.

“Now you know,” Bucky calls after them as they quickly hobble away.

“I had that handled, you know,” you tell Bucky with a nod towards your pitchfork. “But thank you, anyway. Really.”

He places a gentle but firm grasp on the top of your arms and begins to tug you in the opposite direction, guiding you through the small crowd that had stopped to witness the altercation.

“I have no doubt about that,” he sighs, releasing his grip on you when the two of you are a reasonable distance away. “But I also don't doubt that you handling it would have drawn even more attention.”

He's right. If he hadn't stepped in, your method of handling it would have been even more dramatic.

“They would have deserved it,” you mumble. “I knew I shouldn't have worn this stupid costume.”

“They definitely would have deserved it,” he agrees. “And your costume isn't stupid. You should be able to wear any costume you like without getting harassed by drunk assholes.”

The two of you approach the ferris wheel as it comes to a slow stop, a couple getting out of one of the cars. You and Bucky flash your wristbands to the operator, who offers to hold your pitchfork for you while you’re on the ride.

“Besides,” he continues as you sit down next to each other in the car, the operator locking the gate in place. “I happen to like your costume. A lot.” He turns his head to you, his gaze trailing from the tops of your thigh high boots and up to the felt horns that adorn your head.

There's a shift in energy as the ferris wheel suddenly comes to life, sending you sliding across the limited space of the metal bench seat and right up against him.

“Oh, yeah?” You tease with your face a few inches from his. Close enough to see your reflection in his irises. “Is that why two different people have implied that I'm yours tonight and you haven't corrected either of them?”

“Your costume had nothing to do with that. I wouldn't have corrected them even if you were dressed as a giant banana,” he says, his tone and face both serious. “Does it bother you that I didn't correct them?”

“No,” you answer automatically - eagerly. You should feel embarrassed, but with the way he's looking at you, and how good it feels to be pressed so snug against him, you can't find it within yourself to care. “I didn't correct them either,” you point out.

The ferris wheel comes to a stop to let new people get on when your cart reaches the peak.

“And why is that?” he asks lowly. If you weren't sitting so close to him, you wouldn't have been able to hear him over the obnoxiously loud carnival music that pours from speakers in between the ferris wheel's carts.

He wraps his metal arm around your shoulders, pulling you further into him.

“Because I liked the sound of it,” you answer honestly. Your voice quivers - from nerves, or from a gust of wind that sways the pod still perching at the top of the wheel.

“Is that right?” he murmurs. He places his flesh hand on the exposed skin of your thigh - just above the top of your boot and just under the hem of your dress. His fingertips rest near the crack between your thighs. Instinctively, you spread your legs apart - not much, but enough for him to smirk at your body's automatic response to his touch.

“You like the sound of being my girl?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “I do. Is that okay with you?”

He chuckles, his fingers inching further up your thigh. You spread your legs open further, giving him the go ahead to go as high as he wants. He stops when he reaches the apex of your thighs, just an inch away from the cloth of your panties. He applies pressure with his fingertips, his short nails digging into the sensitive flesh and making you clench your legs around his hand.

“That depends,” he contemplates. “Are you my girl?”

You open your mouth to answer when the sensation of his index finger grazing the fabric that covers your cunt makes you forget how to speak. You sit there with your mouth agape as he hooks a finger into the cotton panties.

He eases a finger through your folds, lubricating it in your slick before adding a second finger and massaging the pads of them over your sensitive clit.

“Feels like you're my girl.”

You become vaguely aware of the fact that the ride is now in motion once more, heading back down to the ground, when Bucky places the stuffed bunny on your lap in an effort to conceal what is happening in the cart that you and him share.

He alternates between slow, languid circles and quick strokes against your clit as the ferris wheel makes its way down and then back up again. You can feel yourself soaking your underwear as the world dizzies around you. You hide your face in Bucky's neck to conceal the pleasure written across your face.

You're seconds away from coming against his fingers, the pressure in your belly building to a climax, when he pulls away and tugs your dress into place. Your gaze snaps up to his, shooting daggers, as the ride comes to a slow stop. He looks back at you with an amused smirk as the operator approaches the cart to unlock the gate.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart,” he tells you in a strained voice as he snatches the bunny back from you. “After you,” he motions with his head as the operator holds the gate open for you.

Stunned and speechless at what just happened, you stumble out of the cart and down the stairs to the ride's exit with Bucky behind you - both of you completely forgetting about your pitchfork. You can't help but snort a laugh at the position of the large stuffed animal - directly over Bucky’s crotch.

“Real discreet,” you tell him, glancing down at the bunny and then back up to the semi-pained expression on his face.

“I have to admit, right now this thing is worth every penny that I spent on it,” he sighs, and then removes one hand from the bunny to place it on your lower back. “Follow me,” he instructs with a smirk.

He guides you through the crowd and you follow him without question, just trying to ignore the wet ache between your legs.

You shoot him a quizzical look when you arrive at the house of mirrors. You haven't been in a mirror maze since you'd gotten lost in one at ten years old.

There's an attendant sitting in a chair outside of the entrance who unenthusiastically greets the two of you. Bucky reaches into his pocket, digging out his wallet for the second time that evening. He pulls out a hundred dollar bill and flashes it at the elderly man smoking a Pall Mall.

“Take this and don't let anyone else in until we come out,” Bucky tells him before dragging you into the attraction. You and the gray haired man both go wide eyed.

“What was that?” you cackle as the door slams to a close behind you. Bucky doesn't answer, just grabs one of your hands in his and begins guiding you through the maze of mirrors as if he's been here a hundred times.

The entire place is lit by bright, neon red lights that only aid in further confusing your sense of direction. Bucky doesn’t seem phased in the slightest, finally coming to a stop after a few minutes of maneuvering through the endless mirrors.

“You never answered me, you know,” he says as he drops your bunny to the floor. “When I asked if you're my girl.” He smirks at you, stepping closer to you and backing you against the mirror behind you.

“You just paid that man a hundred dollars to get me alone,” you jab as you pull him to you by the front of his Henley. “I think it's safe to say that I am.”

He smiles as you pull him down to you, crushing your lips to his. His hands trail down your back until they land where your thighs meet the curve of your ass cheeks. You release months worth of tension into the kiss, sweeping your tongue along the swell of his bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth the second that he parts his lips for you. He groans into the kiss, kneading the globes of your ass with his fingers. You can feel a prominent bulge through his jeans against your stomach.

Adrenaline begins to kick in when he pulls away, looking down at you with lust blown pupils. He sinks to the floor below you, kneeling in front of your cunt as he raises your dress around your waist and tugs your panties down your legs and over your boots. He slips them into his back pocket before hiking one of your legs across his shoulder.

You can already feel your juices leaking down your inner thighs before his mouth makes contact with you. When he does, you lean your head back against the glass behind you in pleasure.

He sucks your clit between his kiss-swollen lips with an obscene pop before running his tongue down your folds. He plunges his tongue inside you and you grind yourself against his face, chasing the release that you were seconds away from on the ferris wheel.

He moans at the taste of you and the vibration has your walls clenching around his tongue. You ride out your orgasm on his face, the neon red lights blurring and spinning around you.

Despite the fact that your legs feel like jelly, you pull him up to you as soon as you're able to form a coherent thought. You clumsily paw at the button of his pants and his zipper, and he shoves both his jeans and boxers down over his ass, just far enough to free his cock.

He places both of his hands just under your armpits and lifts you as you instinctively lock your legs around his hips.

The head of his cock nudges your wet folds, your juices coating his length before he nudges it inside you.

You feel full before he's even halfway in you. Your walls constrict around him and he digs his teeth into his bottom lip as he adjusts to the sensation of you.

“Fuck, that's tight. You're perfect,” he grunts as he sheaths the rest of his length into you. You let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a gasp.

He has total control as he cradles you between his body and the cold, hard mirror behind you. He sets a harsh pace, his head ramming against your cervix at the sweetest angle from his position beneath you.

He manages to support you with the strength of only his vibranium arm as he brings his flesh hand between your bodies, once again massaging your clit in rapid circles as he fucks up into you.

You cum around his length in a shockingly short amount of time, digging your teeth into the flesh of his neck as he follows after you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum.

You stay in the same position after you've both reached your climax, panting against one another in the claustrophobic feeling space.

“We should probably go find our friends,” you say breathlessly with a kiss to the side of his face. “Sam's probably getting sick of being a third wheel.”

He pulls out of you, his cum running down your thighs and ass cheeks. He gently lowers you back down to the ground as he begins to tuck himself back into his pants.

He laughs, cupping your face in his hands as he pulls your lips to his once again.

“If he hates being a third wheel, just imagine how much he's going to hate being a fifth wheel.”

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One thing I always wonder in Neglected! Reader scenarios that I haven’t seen anyone explore is Married/Single Mom! Reader. It’s drama and angst potential.

Like Reader having a boyfriend and getting pregnant while still living in the Wayne manor, and everyone just takes a little too long to figure out. Maybe they do find out early with the morning sickness and whatnot but the thought of Bruce looking at Reader like 6 months pregnant and being like “Wait a minute… 🤨” and Reader wasn’t even trying to hide it that much.

And same scenario except Reader moved out either while pregnant or got pregnant after, Batfam forgets all about them and when fate does bring them together (like the Bruce/Selina wedding concept) she is literally about to pop or has a whole baby with her. Cue Bruce (and later everyone else) losing his shit because omg??? 😧 that’s his first grandchild and he had no idea!!

… And then if the Reader is married in this scenario, makes it all the more complicated (she didn’t invite anyone to her wedding? what do you mean Alfred attended when we had no idea?). Everyone is straight up hostile towards her spouse (Damian, Bruce and Jason are insufferable) and safe to say he won’t be around for long. Single mom Reader though, the amount of emotional manipulation about kids needing a family and father figures and you should move back in so everyone can help with the baby… Yeah.

Platonic!Yandere!Batfam x SugarBaby!Reader x Older!Husband

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A/N:OOOOO, I have something I was working on that I was having fun with that you might like!

A/N:Neglected!Reader with Older!Husband. (It's husband because it's based of that meme Your daughter calls me daddy, too. And, Reader is Female, because we're making a baby in here.)

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You, sweet thing, do the typical thing and run off from home, once you turn the legal age. Checking in with Alfred on occasion, but just living your best life. Only, in typical fashion, all those years of neglect lead to severe daddy issues. And, a minor itty bitty attraction to older men.

You get lucky though because you manage to find a fine one that loves to spoil his baby girl with vacations and spa days. All the best for his baby. He loves taking you places and showing you a good time. So, it's no wonder he plans a Babymoon for you when you're expecting your first child. Anything for you.

Unfortunately, Daddy gets called into work right before the vacation. And, despite you insisting you stay, he makes you go and promises to join you as soon as possible.

(No, the man isn't cheating. He just gotta make the money for his baby.)

You have a good time, pregnant on the beach. Getting massages and spa treatments. Video calling your husband every time the baby kicks and flutters.

Unfortunetly, even though you haven't used the Wayne name since you've been married, some drug lords recognize you and decide to ransom you. Dragging you back to Gotham in your little sundress the just so hides your baby bump.

Gotham media runs with the story. Lost Wayne heiress held hostage. No one is ignoring that.

The bat's pull off a daring rescue, but you being stubborn, try to escape on your own. Fearing for your baby's life if they just happen to chose not to come. They never came when you were little, why would they come now.

You happen to injure yourself while escaping. But, manage to make it to an on scene ambulance while the Bats take care of the thugs. You happen to faint on the way to the hospital, leaving the doctor's discover you pregnancy.

Already the media is surrounding the hospital for the most drama filled story of the year. Thankfully, the paramedics have some compassion in hide the bump when rolling you into the ER.

With the media's attention, your husband flies into Gotham and makes it to the hospital just in time to ask the nurse where you are in front of Bruce.

Bruce, of course, bristles when a man his age burst in the hospital demanding to see you, but is using the wrong last name. The nurse saying only family can see you.

"That's my daughter," Bruce will say. Assuming this man is trying to claim you as his. But, he already did.

Making Bruce, the family, the nurses, the patients, and the reporter who managed to sneak in freeze when he says, "That's my wife."

Imagine the doctor that just finished checking on you and your baby walking in right after announcing that you were both okay. The look on Bruce's face when he realizes that this man, his age, not only married you, but had the audacity to put a baby in you.

Even better, the smug way your husband looks at Bruce when he brushes past him to follow the nurse to your room because husband beats father and you demanded to see him.

The drama that follows is going to be legendary.

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A/N: I had this idea jotted down and fluffed it up just for this. I'm not sure you wanna know who I had in mind for Reader's husband. (Dude is from another franchise.) But, the thought of him interacting with Bruce as the guy who married Bruce's daughter and knocked her up, delights me in such a visceral way.

[honoviadakai]

Badly summarizing Hazbin Hotel songs: season 1

Happy Day In Hell:

Local nepo baby is very optimistic for someone who was born and raised in hell but damn it if you don’t find it a little endearing.

Hell Is Forever:

Your gut feeling about the pastor’s son was correct and he is indeed an annoying prick who likes to act God’s always got his back.

Stayed Gone:

Demon Jeff Bezos finds out his Ex is in town, isn’t happy about it and tries to slander the man only for his ex to immediately clap back and serve everyone some piping hot tea.

It Starts With Sorry:

Some of ya’ll are way too forgiving and it really shows…you’re lucky you dorks are adorable.

Respectless:

A 4’11 Millennial bitch serves absolute ✨CUNT✨ at a meeting she didn’t want to attend, local MILF is not amused.

Whatever It Takes:

A MILF and a lesbian sing about how they’d willingly die for the ones they love. It’s sweet but deeply concerning.

Poison:

Local twink took “conceal, don’t feel” way too seriously and now you’ll never be ok again. Have fun in therapy.

Loser Baby:

A DILF and a twink sing about how they’re the biggest losers in hell and it’s the sweetest fucking thing you’ll ever see in your god damn life.

Hell’s Greatest Dad:

2 grown ass men fight for custody over a grown ass woman.

More Than Anything:

The literal king of hell loves his child more than your father will ever love you and you just gotta live with that.

Welcome To Heaven:

The polite Christians are trying to convert you, but they’re really good at show tunes so I ain’t even mad.

You Didn’t Know:

Vindication for everyone who’s the black sheep of their family and now have religious trauma.

Out For Love:

Local MILF hypes up her newly adopted lesbian daughter by telling her love is the ultimate murder weapon.

Ready For This:

Local nepo baby discovers that the fastest way to get cannibals to fight for you is through show tunes and the promise of flesh.

More Than Anything (Reprise):

No, the two leading females are not “just really close friends.” You were told well before this moment.

Finale:

While the main cast is having a Bob the builder moment, 3 local bastards are promising to fuck shit up next season and the person you least expected is having a mental breakdown in the break room.