#{ Jinx tag pending. }

[chronosbled]

@batbrides continued from here.

SPEAKING IN GENERAL HAD NEVER BEEN ONE OF KIMORI'S STRONG POINTS, especially since she was a naturally nonchalant person, that and the fact she was never really a people person to begin with — or rather... she stopped being a people person once her and her younger sister's mother was murdered — but that wasn't something she would ever get into, thus why she rarely interacted with others. In truth, she hadn't planned on even stopping to talk to the other, but once her eyes caught sight of those childish looking stickers, she couldn't help but stop (probably because they reminded her of the ones her sister often had placed on her notebooks).

Though it was evident that the other didn't appreciate the comment she had made just moments ago, ONCE AGAIN FALLING SILENT AS SHE WATCHED THE SHORTER'S FACIAL FEATURES SUDDENLY SHIFT INTO SOMETHING AKIN TO ANNOYANCE — a singular brow twitching into a furrow as her lips struggled to keep a smile. It was a look that she was quite familiar with, etched deep into her mind much like a burn across one's skin, something that she often affiliated with disappointment; after all... ever since her mother died, her father had begun to grow more and more distant with her (not to mention she could never live up to the standards he'd hoped for her).

IT'S ONLY FOR A MOMENT, but there was a slight aversion of sky blue irises, almost as if she regretted saying anything to begin with, yet it doesn't last long before she returns her gaze towards the other. After all, she wasn't the type to show that things bothered her.

She gives a small shake of her head finally, DOING HER BEST TO SHOW THAT SHE WASN'T INTENTIONALLY TRYING TO TALK DOWN UPON THE FEMALE'S CHOICES. Taking a moment to shove her hands deeper into her pockets before shifting all her weight onto the right side of her body. "Nah, I don't think it's childish to question others choices, but don't let me rain on your parade. Nothing wrong with stickers." What Jinx did in her space time was none of her business and it probably never would be. "Besides, my little sister likes stickers too. Just like the ones ya got on yer horns."

[misswynters]

𝐌𝚰𝐒𝐒𝐖𝐘𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒' 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋

Welcome to the december christmas special 2024!

smut (18+), suggestive (s), fluff (f), angst (a),

note. these may or may not be uploaded on the day given!

✧ ┊ december 1 – A Noxian Christmas (viktor x reader)

(f) Viktor isn’t that keen with christmas traditions, especially since he grew up in zaun. So you show him what’s its all about. Spoiling him with things that he absolutely needs.

✧ ┊ december 5 – Mistletoe (ekko x reader)

(f) The holiday season couldn’t get any better! Spending it with your beloved, ekko. He knew how much you loved christmas. Even though he never got the point of it, after all christmas in zaun was different than in piltover. But he wanted to see you happy.

✧ ┊ december 7 – Buddy, the snowman (Jayce x reader)

An inventor should be great at inventing things, but jayce is no architect. So he trusts you to make a snowman. There’s also cookies involved.

✧ ┊ december 9 – Snow (Lest x reader)

description pending !

✧ ┊ december 11 – Everything for you! (Ambessa x reader)

description pending !

✧ ┊ december 12 – Presents galore. (Silco x reader)

description pending !

✧ ┊ december 15 – Sugarplum (Jinx x reader)

(s. f) Sugarplums. The hard candy that you used to eat but not anymore. Now it’s a nickname jinx calls you 24/7. With the coming holidays, jinx has something nice prepared for you.

✧ ┊ december 15 – The perfect present (Mel x reader)

(s. f) What else could she ask for if it wasn’t you. You are the perfect present. Mel wished she could see you all wrapped up in her arms.

✧ ┊ december 17 – Sweet treats (Vi x reader)

description pending !

✧ ┊ december 19 – What a mess! (Sevika x reader)

(s, f, ) Who knew making causes such a mess in the kitchen. Well you didn’t think it would be THIS messy. Oh no, sevika is coming back any minute.

✧ ┊ december 23 – My dear love (au!claggor x reader)

description pending !

✧ ┊ december 21 – A Piltoverian Christmas (Caitlyn x reader)

description pending !

✧ ┊ december 23 – Secret Santa (seb x reader)

description pending !

✧ ┊ Collections of smut christmas fics (MDNI)

Christmas Present – Viktor x reader (18+)

✧ ┊ let me know if you would like to be tagged for a specific character.

taglist. @ekkosh @diffusebread @xxblairslairxx

[eggbertith]

asdfhsf ok i saw the ask about why does nobody care about jinx and vi's relationship (v rough paraphrase i know) and like. YES AGH. i am a newcomer like literally just started and finished arcane this week after having it on my watch list since it came out and so ofc i try to peruse through the tag to find some Good Takes and its just. mostly about viktor x jayce or caitlyn x vi. and (understandable) thirsting over sevika. this is i think the first time in a show were im pretty meh about the lesbian ship. i saw their chemistry and am pleased it went there because it worked and made sense story wise, but really im kinda hoping for them to stay separated? (at least as of s2e3, obvs my feels may change) which again, a first for me, but i think the most compelling things about the show center on vi and jinx, and caitlyn's character does a lot to help move vi's character towards A/The Point. and when the fandom at large seems to focus on the romance that is very much not. really The Point. its :/.

tho in the beginning i thought they were going to pair jayce and caitlyn which wouldve been disastrous for zaun lmao glad they didnt.

FOUND ANOTHER DOOMED SIBLING TRUTHER ^^ i think vi and jinx are so interesting in part because their interpersonal relationship mirrors the relationship between piltover and zaun on a grand scale (i could elaborate on this but i'd be here for 5 years so maybe later). you are lucky you didn't have to wait 3 years for season 2. i hope you've enjoyed the show so far, the writing for season 1 is immaculate, and season 2 is pending so i can't say much

i am a pretty big sucker for caitvi (i would be lying out of my ass if i said i haven't watched the kiss scene like 20 times already), it's just not my main focus right, so i think caitvi being separated really gives way for vi and jinx to have an opportunity to explore their relationship which is what i'm here for and what the show is about. as of right now with s2e3 i am VERY on the fence on whether or not i want vi and caitlyn to be together, it truly depends on how they handle cait's redemption arc

i think the heavy focus on caitvi from the fandom is fine. i don't judge anyone for watching the show for caitvi, i honestly think that's valid as hell because caitvi is great lesbian rep! (of course, i will always wish for more doomed sibling art, fics, etc.) not sure how to explain it, but sometimes the way people talk about caitvi feels completely removed from the show itself that they feel like completely different characters lol

i knew the second cait threw away the flowers jayce got her that they weren't going to be a thing lmao thank god. this turned very long and i'm sorry, alas i'm a chronic yapper :(

[frostybearpaws]

DnD!Arcane AU

okay so far we have…

red dragon!Sevika

black dragon!Ambessa

half dragon!Mel

Jayce is still a human

Heimerdinger is still a yordle

Bolbok is still whatever the fuck he is

high elf!Cassandra, Tobias and Caitlyn Kirammen

lycanthrope!Vander

lich!Singed

drow!Viktor

Jinx is still a human

aasimar!Vi

gnoll!Dustin

pending where Silco will be an elf or a Tiefling

Throw your ideas down in the tags!

[in-flvx]

Snippet time

I got tagged by @strugglequill and @pinklume, thank you!! Here the newest part of Jily Roadtrip [name pending] with a new POV

James had been looking forward to Hogwarts ever since he got his new glasses.

He looks good. There is no question there. The Bombay sun had tanned him in a way the british one has never been able to, and he has a whole lot of new clothes that make him look wordly and chill. His hair has grown out enough that it doesn't look like he had been jinxed, but now frame his face in wild curls.

He looks good!

And he couldn't wait to show his new look to the world. Maybe Lily would fall head over heels for him, and he would get to tell her that his heart belongs to another. He wants to show his wandless skills to Peter and see just how much Peter admires him. And he'd get to be close to Sirius again and feel like his soul is whole again.

No pressure tag to @plecotusauritus, @lovelymasks and @heartofspells and to anyone who wants to share <3

[echoequinox]

Thank you for tagging me my dear @mellifloraa fjdksalfdjl you're so funny

last song: fucking Blow Me Away by Breaking Benjamin, I've been on this weird Halo music kick lately and goddamn the Halo 2 soundtrack has some BANGERS - Breaking Benjamin, Hoobastank, AND Incubus?? Like. C'mon.

favorite color: red.

last book: UHHHHHH fuck I started reading some random smut books but the last book ass book I read was... either starting House of Leaves and not finishing it or The Mare Who Once Lived in the Moon. Both great

last movie: Heathers I believe! Showed a couple people who'd never seen it before and it was fuckin awesome, love that movie, go check it out

last TV show: I am still bingeing Arcane, just finished Season 2 Episode 3 and hoooo boy. Do I have. Some spicy thoughts about it. But I will see it through to the end.

sweet/savory/spicy: Spicy, then Savory, then Sweet. I prefer sweet the least. Spicy is my fucking jam gimme buffalo chicken dip every day for the rest of my life

relationship status: I have a partner! And some other complicated stuff but you know how it be

last thing i searched: "Street Name Generator" and "US States" because I forgot where they all are lmfao. I needed to make a mental map of a stupid thing I'm writing

current obsession: I think I'm currently in between hyperfixations! Arcane isn't hooking me enough to be a true hyperfixation atm and I'm gonna start up MLPFiM soon to actually finish it for the first time but not quite there yet. When I am, though, hoo boy

looking forward to: Thanksgiving! Lots of food, even if I gotta deal with shitty family members I am gonna PACK it away and bring tupperware and eat them out of fucking house and home lmfao

favorite drink: Tea~ Specifically black or chai, and I've got Thoughts about flavors but most black and chai teas are terrific. I do drink them with like 4 big spoonfuls of sugar though because I grew up in the midwest so take what you will from that

song playing on a loop in your head 24/7: Locals (Girls Like Us) or The Emptiness Machine currently

current favorite character: HMMMM good question! I'm trying to think of who is the most Pookie to me. Jinx is up there, for sure. Miku recently even if I don't even really like vocaloids fjkdlsa

fun activity you would like to get into: Programming. God I have got to get into programming it's just fucking hard right now. God damnit.

last video game: Been playing a lot of Gregtech New Horizons (Minecraft Modpack) and also like, Blops 6 Zombies has been fun

last comic/graphic novel: The Strange Case of Harleen and Harley! Saw a post about it, saw that Harleen is so fuckign scrungly, and immediately snapped a new headmate out of that so that's kinda. Where I'm at lately lmfao

I dunno, @jaegertamer, @flitflit, @jam-does-audio, @rebisgender, @pending-trans-action-2 your turn to do the funny tag game thing, have fun

[fatestouch]

CHARACTER TRAITS. italics for situational, BOLD for always applicable.

FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive

STRENGTHS.

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

SKILLS & HOBBIES.

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | hunting | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing | whittling

Tagged by: @arcxnumvitae​​​

Tagging: i personally have been tagged for this three times lmao, so anyone!

[hellbcundhearts-blog]

“ it looks like those penguins are at it again... i wonder if i’m on their target list.. “

[fvturecreated-blog]

   It’s pretty quiet today, at least he can relax.

[caitjinxsource]

Coffee House Blues (Name Pending)

by SlowVibes

How did a sleep-deprived, sugar addict, manic blue welding goblin get with Caitlyn Kiramman? THEE Caitlyn Kiramman?

I don't know but it will be quite a ride

Someone take this fic off my hands. I am not equipped for this and I would love to see more.

Words: 1628, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Jayce (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Jinx (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: OH THE MISERY, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FAQ THIS IS, Work Up For Adoption, Crack Treated Seriously, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Polyamorous because It's ME writing this, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Why Did I Write This?, What Have I Done, I Will Go Down With This Ship, I'm going to mess up the landing, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Help

from AO3 works tagged 'Caitlyn/Jinx (League of Legends)'

[accioxreparo]

lover of mine // part one: old me

Shout out to the old me and everything you showed me had to fuck it up before I let you get to know me

synopsis: Now that the war is over you finally have a moment breathe. There’s no need to pretend anymore and you hope more than anything that the love of your life can find it in himself to understand what you did.

pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!reader

warnings: slight angst, mentions of the war

a/n: Wow who knew I had it in me to plan a series? I’m super excited to be working on this because I have had it stuck in my head for ages! Masterlist post to come! 

tagging: @the-hufflepuff-of-221B @thoseofgreatambition | shoot me an ask/message to be added!

~~~~~~

{May 2, 1998}

Despite the fact that you came from a pure blood home, you couldn’t remember a single time when your life was easy. You heard it was supposed to be and Merlin you wished it was.

Maybe then you wouldn’t be standing in the rubble of the place you had almost considered home once.

Hogwarts wasn’t a place that had given you much else other than a temporary safe haven. For nine months out of the year you were away from the marble confines of your family’s manor and for that reason alone you loved the school.

It was enough to make you believe that you were safe. 

After your sixth year, you were rudely torn away from your childish daydream and thrust into a nightmare. One that had been waiting years for you. One that, try as you might, you couldn’t bury.

So there you stood in the ruins of what used to be a courtyard, staring up into the twilight sky and contemplating if your efforts had changed anything at all. You wanted to believe they did. Needed to believe it. You needed to know that in the end, you did something good even if it was just one thing.

“Do you remember the first time we stood out here?”

You weren’t expecting him. Even after everything there he stood right behind you. Dirt and grime stuck to every part of him and there was a deep red stain on his left arm much like the ones you were sporting that made the fabric of his jacket stick to him. Still, you had never seen anyone look as welcoming as he did right then.

George didn’t wait for your response. He didn’t wait for you to look him in the eyes. He didn’t even wait for any sign of acknowledgment. He was done with waiting. It had gotten him nowhere but here and here wasn’t that great a place at the moment.

“Because I do,” He took slow calculated steps forward but you didn’t move a muscle. Despite the destruction around him, he couldn’t help but smile because the memory he was recalling was one he shared with you. “We were thirteen. It must have been around one am and I came out here to set up a prank. I found you sitting in the water filling the fountain. You told me you wouldn’t tell anyone you saw me as long as I got out of your way because you couldn’t see Vega.”

“It was actually almost three am,” Finally your eyes met his. You could only bear to hold his gaze for a couple seconds. He was looking at you with such relief, such kindness. Kindness you thought you didn’t deserve after everything you had put him through. “I had to explain to you I was looking at the stars. I remember all the ones I pointed out to you that night.”

“I do too.”

They were simple words but they were also a reminder of when life itself was simpler. A small acknowledgment that he hadn’t forgotten you just like you hadn’t forgotten him. A sharp stinging grew behind your eyes, your throat closed up tight, and suddenly your knees were buckling underneath you as a sob tore through you.

George had to move quickly to keep you from collapsing on the floor.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You echoed the words over and over and over again hoping that maybe that would somehow make up for the devastation around you.

There wasn’t a bone in your body that didn’t regret not being able to do more. You’d never been particularly brave and you wished now more than ever that you were.

Maybe it could be different now.

It had to be.

It was the one thing you were ready for.

The tears stopped trailing down your face only when you had none left to cry. Not once did George unwrap his arms from around you. He didn’t say a word either, simply letting you have your moment.

With a shaky breath, you stood up straight, feeling empty once more. The difference now, though, was the fact that it was a good kind of empty. For the first time in years, you were free to do as you pleased. That was definitely something you had waited a long time for.

But before you could say another word the sound of boots marching across the demolished courtyard surrounded you.

Faster than you could process, a dozen wands were pointed in your direction. Nobody threw a curse, hex, or jinx your way though and you were positive it was only because George Weasley of all people was protectively holding you behind him.

“What is this about?” George held his own wand in his hand and though it twitched at the sight of so many people surrounding the two of you, he didn’t raise it.

The person leading the group you recognized well. You didn’t know his name but you’d seen his face before in a picture stuck to the wall at Malfoy Manor. The word ‘target’ had been scrawled across it in bold red letters.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” The person was staring right past George and at you only. “We’ve been ordered to take you into custody pending a trial in front of the Council of Magical Law and the Wizengamot. Surrender your wand or we will take you in by force.”

A chill ran through your body at those words. They were the last ones you wanted to hear. The ground started swaying underneath your feet and if it wasn’t for George you would have fallen over by now.

“What?” He was the one to express his shock. When he looked at you again he was sure of one thing and one thing only: there was no way he would let anybody take you away from him. Not again. “On what grounds!”

“Serving under Voldemort as a Death Eater,” The person reached forward and yanked your left arm forward, ignoring the threats George shouted his way. He pushed the sleeve of your jacket up to reveal the skull and snake winding around each other. “And many more charges I’m sure.”

“No, you don’t understand!” You pleaded as you tried unsuccessfully to pull your arm away. “I was never on their side! Please just let me explain!”

“Will you just listen!” Never before had George felt so powerless. As much as it pained him to admit, he didn’t stand a chance against a dozen Aurors. “You can’t do this!”

“We have orders from the Minister himself. All suspected and known Death Eaters are to be brought in,” The person spared you one final look before flicking his wand. Your hands were bound together by something you couldn’t see and the more you struggled, the more they tightened. “Your supposed innocence is for the councils to decide.”

You knew better than to fight any longer.

Merlin, George wished you had.

Maybe then he wouldn’t have had to watch helplessly as they dragged you off to who knows where.

It was when you looked back at him with a broken look in your eyes, eyes that at one point held an innocent sparkle brighter than the night sky you were always looking at, that he remembered the promise he had made to you long ago.

He had broken it once before and he’d be damned if he let it happen again. For probably the first time in his life, he knew exactly what he was going to do: he was going to finally help you be free.

And all he had to do was help prove your innocence. How hard could that be?

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Sick Little Games: Twenty

When you came downstairs in the morning, still wearing your pilfered hoodie, the compound was in full swing. It was getting to be late in the morning, and almost everyone was waiting. Lurking to see if there was a trainwreck on their hands. 

By now, they’d all heard about Clint blowing up at Bucky. And that last piece of the puzzle they hadn’t all been privy to. 

That you and Bucky had had sex. And that had resulted in a baby. It was a bombshell for some of them honestly. And no one wondered about why you had run away anymore. But everyone wondered what Clint had said or done to get you to come back.

But, you don’t look like you and Clint had spent the night fighting. Thor smiles a little and breathes a sigh of relief. It’s not ostentatious, but you look well-loved. Happy. A soft contented glow that tells him that Clint had taken good care of you. And when Clint follows after you a few minutes later, Lucky on a leash and Jinx on his arm in her harness and leash, it doesn’t take any extra abilities to know that he’s still devoted. And that he’s similarly pleased with whatever transpired the night before.

When you take the cat from his arms and steal a kiss, the archer smiles, cupping your jaw in his hand affectionately. “Coffee?” he asks.

“That’d be good,” you answer, kissing his palm. 

“You take the kids,” he said, “I’ll bring cups, and we’ll go on a walk.”

You smile, and he visibly melts a little, “I’d hate to put you out,” you tease.

“Eh,” he says, “I’m okay with you being a brat. Because you’re my brat.”

“You’re stuck with me,” you agree, standing on your toes to kiss his jaw.

“I like the sound of that, baby girl,” he kisses you tenderly and hands you Lucky’s leash. The dog is prancing around your feet and anxious to be off. He lets you go, and Lucky half drags you out the door into the chilly morning, giggling and protesting. He watches for a second as you produce his beloved tennis ball from a jacket pocket and let him off his leash so he could run. Jinx curled on a sunspot, watching with her judgemental golden eyes.

“Well,” Steve said, “It looks like you’re not any worse for wear.”

“Nope,” Clint said, “I thought I was gonna be in trouble.”

“You shoulda been,” Bruce scolded, handing him a couple travel coffee cups for the coffee he’s making.

“Got a pen?” Clint asked, looking around. And picking up a coffee collar out of the basket.

“Did you hear me?” Bruce asked, handing him a pen.

“Yes, mom. I did. But we talked about it. I apologized for being a fucking idiot, and-” he trailed off started frantically writing on the coffee collar.

“And?” Bruce prompted.

“And I wrote her a poem,” he said, grinning.

Tony stood on his toes and looked over his shoulder, “Roses are red, the grass is green when I think about you, I touch my peen?” He rolled his eyes and sighed, “Classy, Barton. And this really works for you?”

“It makes her laugh,” he said, shrugging, putting coffee in your mug and handing Bruce his pen back.

“I can’t believe you wasted ink on that,” Bruce sighed, putting his pen back in his pocket. 

“Hey,” he said unrepentantly, “She’s out of my fucking league, but I’ll happily be the Roger Rabbit to her Jessica.” He looked out the door to where you’re on your knees in the grass, trying to teach Lucky to shake and smiled softly. “She’s the only one that can make Lucky behave.”

He gives them all a half-assed salute and smiles, heading towards the door to bring you a cup of coffee and keep you company. 

Steve watches him go and shakes his head, “Why?”

Thor just smiles a little, “He makes her happy. There is no complication. He is who he is, and there is no ulterior motive. Or if there is, it’s so transparent it’s endearing instead of disgusting.”

____________

When Bucky walks into the kitchen from the training room with Sam and Nat, his expression darkens considerably. “Bucky,” Steve says quietly.

“What?” he snaps.

“Whatever you’re thinking, it isn’t fair,” he said, “Just let her be.” 

Sam and Natasha trade looks and leave the kitchen, leaving Steve to deal with Bucky. 

“So she gets to murder my kid, and that's fine. Everyone’s just okay with it?” he growls.

“Were you gonna magically quit hating her and help her raise it?” Steve countered. “She made a decision. And she didn’t consult you for a reason... All you did was knock her up. You don’t love her. And you don’t really care about her. You’re just mad that someone else is playing with your toy.”

Bucky frowns, “You don’t know as much as you think you do,” he fired back.

“Maybe not. But I know her,” he said, “She didn’t make this choice lightly, and she deserves to have it respected.”

“Respect,” he spat.

“Yes,” he said firmly, “leave them alone. You blew it, Buck. You were so busy acting like an asshole and plotting that you missed the boat. And Clint was smart enough to realize that he loved her and act on it.”

“I don’t love her!”

“Then why do you care who she’s with?” Steve shot back, frustrated. “Buck, you’re my best friend, but if you think for one second I’m gonna let you torment that girl-”

Bucky half screamed in exasperation, “Why do you like her this fucking much?”

“Because, Bucky,” Steve said slowly, “She reminds me of who you used to be.”

“Bull shit-”

“It’s true,” Steve said, cutting him off, “She tries. She puts a bright face on everything, even if it’s tearing her up inside. Charges headfirst into shit that’ll probably get her killed, and you know what else, she’s fucking loyal. Do you think for one second she’d ever do this kind of shit to someone?”

Bucky doesn’t say anything. He looks away and looks out the doors where you and Clint are coming back from your walk. You’re up on the low wall, using it like a Balance beam, and Clint had a hold of the hand that isn’t holding Jinx’s leash. He’s looking up at you like you hung the moon. Like he can’t believe you’re actually holding his hand.

“Leave her alone, Bucky,” Steve said quietly, “Or the next time she gets ahold of you, I’ll let her have you. You’d fucking deserve it after all this.”

___________

“Clint?” you ask, hopping off the wall, and perching next to him.

“Yeah?” he answered, idly picking a dandelion that had escaped the wrath of the lawn care crew. 

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why’d you pick me?” you clarify, snuggling into his side.

“I have a thing for women who could crush me with their thighs.”

“Clinton,” you scold.

He laughed and gave you a crooked smile that made your heart skip a beat and put an arm around you, “Because,” he said after a moment, “You remind me... you make me feel like there’s still shit worth fighting for. You handed me a plate of pizza and shot Tony with a nerf gun, and that was it, babe... I’m just sorry I didn’t figure it out faster.”

“Me too,” you pout.

“But,” he said, kissing your nose, “I’m glad I have you now.” He tucked the dandelion behind your ear and melted as he watched your eyes light up. 

“I love you,” you tell him, turning your head to kiss his palm.

“That so, babygirl?”

You hum in agreement and nestle closer. For a moment, it was all perfect. Everything was fine. 

Until the dulcet tones of Amazing Grace being sung in several different keys oozed over the grass in a slimy cloud of condescension. Clint could hear it, and so he knew it was louder for you. He was willing to bet you could pick out individual voices and tell him who they belonged to. But what broke his heart was your face. 

The mix of emotions. 

Those were people you knew. People who raised you. And right now, they were calling you a monster. They’d built a mock pyre and were shouting about being saved or burning. 

Clint couldn’t even start to identify the look on your face. But he saw the tears welling up, and something snapped. This had to stop. It all had to stop. Because if you deserved nothing else, you deserved peace. Even if he had to go to jail for a minute. 

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[chronosbled]

AH, so it was going to be like that then? Mentioning that her sister was a famous idol never seemed to fail to make people change their attitudes towards her, especially since her sister was a wealthy idol. That was all anyone ever cared about, money — everyone was always so absolutely money hungry. That... or all they cared about was how they could suck up to her sister so they could also grow in fame, but that was something she should have expected. Leeches, everyone was just a bunch of leeches.

There's yet another sigh that escapes from the taller female's lips as she gave the other a nod. "That's exactly what she is. A pop star, with all the fancy shows and glittering lights." NOW SHE JUST HAD TO PREPARE HERSELF FOR THE SUDDEN UNINTEREST, that always followed after she explained how she was a nobody compare to her sister. "Nope, just a plain ol' nobody. I ain't important enough for people to notice."

"I wouldn't bother apologizing, it's not like it really matters all that much to me. Besides," THE SUDDEN LOOK ON HER FACE APPEARED AS IF IT HELD A BITTER TASTE DESPITE HER EFFORTS TO HARBOR A SMIRK, "most people prefer my sister over me anyway so you'll probably have a better time talking to her. I'm not all that interesting anyway." As much as she loved and adored her sister... sometimes she wished people would pay more attention to her for the things she was good at too.

༌ ⠀ ݁ ⁎ ⠀ཾ … famous idol, huh? That means MONEY, right? Jinx was a demon, yes— she could make money with her magic and just be done with it. Sol always scolded her for that, though… so she’d been relying on various women with money to get by for the most part. Well, time for an attitude adjustment!!

A hand rested on her chin for a moment as she considered her new approach. “Famous idol? Like, the pop star kinda thingy?” let her just CONFIRM the facts first— it’ll make it way easier to proceed. “What about YOU, then?”

“Totes sorry for being all standoffish by the wayyy! I’m like, not great with new people! You feel?”

[fatestouch]

“With all th’ talk of babies about, feel free t’ lemme know if anyone needs a blessin’; I am technically a fertility god--”

Sprays him with water. “Stop encouraging more of this.”

[fatestouch]

@soraeia​

…..baby Saoirse sees his cousin. Baby Saoirse…*lunges.*

“Whoa!!” Catches the baby Sugar Cube. “Hey there, kiddo! Careful how you jump me; it’s a good thing I caught you in time!”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Sick Little Games: Fifteen

Clint watched as you wandered down the aisles, Lucky at your heels and the kitten, newly dubbed “Jinx” lounging in your arms, a new collar, and a shiny pink bell and tag around her neck. He’d been relegated to pushing the cart, now full of cat toys, food, litter, a cat tree... everything you could possibly need to make a little Kitten heaven in your room. And he wasn’t sure, but he thought that maybe, just maybe, he might be wholly whipped.

Not that he minded that either as you let Lucky pick out a new toy and picked up a fresh hunk of antler for him to gnaw on. You had a way of making things just... bright. It felt good, and he was glad that the episode earlier hadn’t seemed to be pressing on you. At least not. Not right now while you had things to do and a new creature to spoil. But he knew it was coming. The processing of it all.

And he didn’t want to.

He wanted this to last as long as it could. He wanted you to have this because it meant he got to have this. This uncomplicated moment. He was good at these. The uncomplicated domestic bliss. Buying for a new pet. Indulging your little whims. Doing and saying things that make you giggle. 

But in the dark. In the moments when you’re hurting and scared. In the moments where you can’t seem to find your sunshine again. That's what he hates. He feels awkward and wrong-footed. Afraid he’s going to hurt you more by blundering around. Not, he reflected, that he seemed to be doing too bad. He knew that much like the rest of the team, he had a tendency to baby you. To coddle you. And even if he knew it wasn’t necessarily needed, he couldn’t help it. He wanted you to stay soft like you were. 

And as he watched Lucky lick your nose as you scrunched his ears, he decided there were worse things than coddling you.

____________

In the darkness of his bedroom, he pulled you closer tenderly and shifted slightly so you could rest your head on his shoulder. “I can’t believe you punched my stepdad in the face,” you murmur.

Clint laughed softly and tilted your chin up, kissing you, “I can,” he says. “You looked terrified, and then when he talked to you... No one talks to my Cupcake like that.”

You look away, and the archer takes advantage of your position to pin you to the bed, wrists above your head, “No one,” he insists, kissing you again. It’s a slower, lingering kiss that makes you whimper softly in need. He smiles against your lips and lets go of your hands, “Again?” he teases. 

“Please?” you whisper.

“So needy,” he chuckled, letting go of your hands to sit up and admire you for a second, looking up at him like you are now. He loves this moment. The desire and the adoration. 

“Clint,” you pout, without any real whining, trying not to smile. It hadn’t taken him long to convince you to come to bed. To let him give you his love. And it had taken less time than that for you to look forward to it, even if you still had occasional pangs of guilt. 

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” he said, playfully wrestling you to the bed on your belly. “If I had my way, you’d never wear clothes, and I’d never not be loving you.”

He hisses when you wiggle your bottom against his erection and slaps the soft flesh. Playfully scolding you. “You’re not ready yet,” he explains when you yelp.

“But-”

“Not until I hear you beg, babe,” he teases, gently caressing your folds with his index finger, “I’m not just a pretty face, you know... I like to feel appreciated.”

__________

Downstairs in the bar, Bucky pours himself a drink. It won’t get him drunk, he knows, but something has to get the picture out of his head. 

Clint putting you on the tabletop on a picnic table outside and sticking his tongue down your throat while one hand tangles in your hair, and the other creeps up your thigh under your skirt.

He didn’t even get all the way up your skirt before stopping to caress the skin of your inner thigh and make you squirm. His hand pulling your head back so he could kiss your throat. It wasn’t even terribly graphic. Not much more than some intense making out, but it felt like more. 

You looked up at him in ways you’d never looked at Bucky. With Bucky, you’d been shy to the point of making him want to grind his teeth. It had been maddening, coaxing you out of your clothes to get into his bed. But you looked up at Clint like he was everything. Even while the archer was getting a little rough with you. Even though he was pushing your buttons in the open. Where anyone could walk by and see. 

To Clint’s credit, he stopped before your tits were out. And he wasn't doing anything that couldn’t be undone quickly. But it was the principle of the thing. Bucky had seen in, and he wished he hadn’t. Because now he couldn’t unsee it. And he wanted it. 

He was tired of models and superficial nonsense. 

Tired of influencers and centerfolds. He wanted someone to look up at him the way you were looking at Clint. 

He wanted you to look up at him like that.

And he hated himself for it. He hated that he read the file that Natasha had handed him. That he knew now the insidious things that HYDRA/SHIELD had done to you. Letting you marinate for three years in the worst foster homes they could manipulate you into. Making sure you had nothing and no one so that when they presented you with Peggy, who gave you tea and a little kindness. Offering you safety instead of jail time for things you’d done to survive. You would take it. Without question. 

You would do. Whatever they said. Without question. Unwavering loyalty to SHIELD, and they never once had to electrocute you. They indoctrinated you by manufacturing an environment where you were unlovable. By reinforcing to you what your family had done. And then gaslighting you when you tried to tell them things that had happened. 

He didn’t want to know that. 

Because now you were a person. Now he couldn’t even be mad at you for trying to kill him that day. 

In the hall when he’d told you that it had been a test. That he had feelings for you. Trying to toy with your emotions. Trying to convince you that you misunderstood him. When he kissed you. He should have known something was wrong when you didn’t melt into his touch. But. He never expected to be thrown backward and then to have you pinning him to the ground, trying to crush his windpipe with your staff, snarling and eyes glowing.

You’d been feral. And Bucky couldn’t help but wonder if it ever got a little extra rowdy in your bedroom. And if Clint could keep up with you.

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