crushh-existz

[crushh-existz]

Redraw from 3 yrs ago… (TOTAL OF 4 LAYERS HELL YEHAHH!!!) lowk miss the toh hype (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

[crushh-existz]

more before I sleep

[crushh-existz]

old twdg stuffs in honor of october

[crushh-existz]

part 3-5 of my mechanic caitvi au !! (from left to right !)

part 1-2 here part 6

idk how the drawings are displayed on my profile but the order is : 1. page with ekko, 2. page with jayce and powder, 3. page that starts with ding 4. page with full body cait ! :)

[crushh-existz]

pt. 1-2 of my caitvi mechanic au !!

part 3-5 part 6

basically rich girl falling in love with her mechanic so she purposely breaks tons of expensive cars as a pretext to go to the garage

[crushh-existz]

[crushh-existz]

i will shoot myself

credit

[crushh-existz]

Pout

[crushh-existz]

streamer!Jinx (x reader) / modern AU (duh)

H E A D C A N O N S

—INCLUDES!

➤ x (fem!)reader

➤ x streamer!reader

contents: like one or two suggestive mentions, mentions of doxxing

author's note: chat!! @myrruwrites has officially motivated me to finish this draft, so PLEASE go check out their streamer!Jinx posts (more hcs here and fic here)!!! or really any post in general :P

── ⟢ streamer!Jinx in general

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who started streaming just for fun, not thinking much of it, and gets overwhelmed when her account starts gaining traction. She still doesn’t know if she likes it or not. Some days, she feels on top of the world; on others, it just makes her feel awkward.

⭑.ᐟ She mostly streams in her pajamas or other comfy clothes. On rare occasions, she’s wearing her rave outfit (smudged makeup, body paint, and all) because she didn’t change when she got back home and impulsively decided to stream. (rave girl!Jinx when?)

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who’s canceled every other week. She has no filter, nor does she care. She continues streaming, groaning loudly in annoyance if the chat brings up her latest controversy one too many times.

⭑.ᐟ Constantly arguing with kids if they annoy her. It was so over the moment Roblox added the mic feature. Her account almost got banned. She still does not care.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who gets hilariously pouty at hate comments. She’s offended and does a bad job at hiding it.

– “Okay, so like… what IS wrong with my pants? Just out of curiosity, not that I care or whatever.”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who knows she’s pretty but gets annoyed if someone comments on her appearance. It weirds her out. On the other hand, she’s also oblivious to how attractive she looks doing mundane things. (*cough* manspreading *cough*)

⭑.ᐟ She bans people on the spot for causing her the smallest of inconveniences. She’s on a power trip.

– “This is MY kingdom.”

⭑.ᐟ Her monitors are surrounded by post-it notes with random doodles, unfinished cryptic to-do lists, and stream ideas she quickly jotted down.

find a duck. real 1 this time

paint the thing spray paint purple 1st

buy more spray paint (green, pink, PURPLE)

get snacks (for her + me) + wires bolts

scope out the alley

test run #3

finish gift hehe

don’t forget to

⭑.ᐟ Contrary to popular belief, Jinx is a Redbull kind of girl, and her desk is proof of that. She used to be a Monster Energy fan, but she drank so much of it throughout the years that it made her sick.

⭑.ᐟ She constantly “improves” or “upgrades” her streaming gear with scraps from old tech. Some of it will be homemade, too.

⭑.ᐟ Her webcam is cracked, which makes the quality so shit that it brings a tear to her viewers’ eyes, so they beg her to get a proper one. She finally relents.

– “Here, damn. You guys are so spoiled. Now pay up since y’all wanted it so bad.”

‘omg the world is healing’

‘feels like getting new glasses’

‘this is a moment in history’

⭑.ᐟ Her mic quality fluctuates. Sometimes, it’s crisp; sometimes, it picks up loud static due to her “improvements.” It also completely cuts off if she screams too loud.

⭑.ᐟ Any gear she buys will be automatically customized the Jinx way: doodles upon doodles and paint splatters.

⭑.ᐟ She has a soundboard that features sound effects like classic explosions, the vine boom sound, the Among Us role reveal, the FNAF hallway sound, “YIPPEEE!”, the snoring man, a laughing track, clown circus music, and the Samsung “Morning flower” alarm (cursed version) amongst many others.

⭑.ᐟ Her webcam is tilted at weird angles half the time because she keeps bumping it while moving around.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx whose wifi cuts out way too often, and she blames it on “the government trying to stop her chaos”.

⭑.ᐟ Her streams never start on time. She either doesn’t acknowledge it or gives an over-the-top excuse. Viewers think she’s lying when she says she had to diffuse the toaster (she’s not).

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who loves clickbait titles. Plot twist: no one knows if it’s actual clickbait or if she’s serious when she writes “strapping fireworks to my chair :D”.

⭑.ᐟ She either streams with every. single. one. of her neon lights on (flashbanging new viewers in the process) or have no light at all, with her monitor illuminating ONLY her face in a way that makes it look like a dark web livestream.

⭑.ᐟ She’s so inconsistent with her streaming that her viewers never know when and if she’ll stream again. She randomly stops updating on her socials, too.

‘guys i think this might be it for her’

‘ho is u dead???’

<livestream notification> “SURPRISE, LOSERS—I’m (a)live! Didn’t see that coming, huh?”

‘omg she’s back’

‘diva is alive!!!’

– “You doubted me? You DOUBTED ME?!”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who jumps between topics, games, and rants with no warning, leaving her viewers dizzy but entertained. Fans with ADHD love her.

⭑.ᐟ IF (by miracle) she runs out of things to talk about or gets bored with a game, she turns to her viewers.

– “Entertain me, jesters.”

⭑.ᐟ Her streams (suddenly) switch from hyperactive fun, where she’s practically bouncing in her chair, to intense focus, where she just glares at her screen with determination.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who pranks her chat constantly. She’ll cut the video feed to show a jumpscare, laughing in the background while her viewers are freaking out.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who pranks other streamers by sending her viewers over for a raid.

– “You just got jinxed!”

⭑.ᐟ Occasionally refers to her chat as the “Boom Crew” or “Jinxlings”.

⭑.ᐟ She reads the chat at lightning speed (most of the time she’ll misread it, too), responds to every third comment, and gets distracted mid-sentence.

⭑.ᐟ Her community is riddled with inside jokes like “press F for Sharky”. Sharky being her shark plushie, of course.

⭑.ᐟ Her mods barely keep up with the chaos in her chat. Occasionally, Jinx disables moderation completely and declares “anarchy hours.”

⭑.ᐟ She creates characters to embody on stream. “Sergeant Boom”, a gruff explosives expert, or “Miss Mayhem”, a villain plotting world domination. She commits to the bit so hard that she confuses new viewers.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who’s a sore loser, and it doesn’t help when the chat is roasting the shit out of her after. 10000% rage quits and/or slams her keyboard. But she’s not above cheating to win, either—will call other cheaters out, though, genuinely crashing out.

– “Chat, what the FUCK, that’s not fair! It totally lagged!”

– “I’m literally never playing this shit again.” (spoiler: she plays this shit again).

⭑.ᐟ Her IRL streams would be infamous for their unpredictability. One moment, she’s exploring back alleys, and the next, she’s setting off fireworks in a parking lot. Don’t ask if it’s empty.

“Popular streamer arrested for destruction of property.”

⭑.ᐟ She once took her viewers to one of her graffiti sessions and encouraged the audience to vote on the designs.

“Popular streamer arrested for spray painting ‘obscene’ graffiti.”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who disappears for a week after that, only to come back all pissy.

– “Chat, I’m on probation… I guess.”

⭑.ᐟ She has the most cursed keybinds imaginable. But hey, they work for her.

⭑.ᐟ “Jinx’s workshop”: a recurring segment where she tinkers with random gadgets on stream.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who sets off confetti after each bit/donation.

⭑.ᐟ She disappears mid-stream and comes back in a shark onesie. She doesn’t acknowledge it.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who puts her shark plushie in the middle of her chair if she has to take a break, leaving her headset on it.

– “Alright, Sharky’s taking over.” Sharky’s head is barely peeking out from under the desk, but he’s chill.

⭑.ᐟ For a girl as agile as her, she trips over her setup or falls off her chair a little too often. Yes, there is a compilation. Yes, she does react to it on stream and laughs so hard she tips her chair again.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who, every now and then, drops her chaotic persona to thank her viewers for their support only to laugh it off right after. Or she’ll surprise them with genuine insight/advice.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who starts venting in the middle of her stream. Sometimes, it’s pure angry nonsense; sometimes, she gets so emotional that she just suddenly ends the stream. She comes back some time later, acting like nothing happened and gaslighting her viewers into thinking it was part of a skit.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who announces every game dramatically. (yes, like that one scene with the monkey mic)

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who occasionally plays bootleg versions of popular games just to make her viewers suffer through them with her.

⭑.ᐟ She absolutely, 100%, modded her sims game. She also locked up sims in the basement and/or took the ladder from the pool.

⭑.ᐟ She plays Among Us just to leave the server if she doesn’t get impostor.

⭑.ᐟ Fortnite and Minecraft are her holy grail. Also enjoys Call of Duty, Overwatch, Apex Legends, Fall Guys, Garry’s Mod, and she’s an absolute menace in GTA V. Definitely a FNAF girl.

⭑.ᐟ Roblox?? Oh, she’s ON. Put her in the horror games. She’s screaming and laughing, bouncing on her chair (her energy’s infectious).

⭑.ᐟ She enjoys watching the fatalities in Mortal Kombat a little too much.

⭑.ᐟ She tried VR a few times and nearly took out her entire setup with how much she was flailing around.

⭑.ᐟ Don’t ask her to play choice-based games. She will intentionally choose the worst option possible just to watch it all burn.

⭑.ᐟ Absolutely hates narrative games (with few exceptions). She can’t keep up with the story (because she skips dialogues and cutscenes) and quits if the plot takes too long to develop. She never remembers the characters’ names either, so she’ll just rename them.

– “Blah, blah, blah… Boooooring. Next!” She then dramatically presses the skip button. “Wait, guys, who’s the dude again? I swear he looks sooo familiar.”

‘that’s the mc’s dad’

‘just put the fries in the bag…’

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who, despite the fact that she’s creative, has no official merch—only fan-made one with slogans like “I survived Jinx’s stream”.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who ends her streams by shooting finger guns at her webcam. The feed cuts off right after the “pew”.

BONUS: just gamer!Jinx who owns a Nintendo Switch and a Nintendo DS which she decorated with cute little stickers and charms. They’re her babies—she carries one or the other at all times.

── ⟢ streamer!Jinx x (fem!)reader

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who tried to keep your relationship private at first, but she just couldn’t contain her excitement. She wanted to show you off. She introduced you as her “partner in crime” and then corrected herself to “partner in love” (because she’s cheesy like that).

⭑.ᐟ She loves dragging you into her streams. It doesn’t matter what she’s doing. Bonus: the viewers adore your dynamic.

– “I’m just happier when she’s here.”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx whose chat spams “SUMMON THE GF”. Sometimes it works.

⭑.ᐟ The viewers asked her about you so much the first time you didn’t appear on stream with her that she ended up jokingly saying, “I got dumped.” They rioted, and you walked in to smack her upside the head.

⭑.ᐟ You try to warn her against some of her ideas. Most of the time, she goes through with them anyway and is 100% surprised when they backfire.

‘JINX NO’

‘LISTEN TO HER’

‘JINX DON’T DO THAT’

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who genuinely starts tweaking if you get any hate comments (to the point of wanting to dox people) (she did dox people).

⭑.ᐟ You mute her mic mid-sentence if you feel like she’s about to say something controversial that will inevitably get her in trouble.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who gets a second webcam just to capture your reactions. This also becomes a compilation, and she keeps rewatching it, giggling to herself (kicking her feet).

⭑.ᐟ She also randomly giggles at something off-camera—chat instantly assumes it’s because of you.

⭑.ᐟ She constantly talks/brags about you even when you’re not there, and she visibly lights up when she does. She makes chat say thank you for every act of service.

– “She made me pancakes before the stream. Chocolate chip ones. Take that, losers.”

– “She’s keeping me hydrated like a little plant. Say thank you, Jinxlings.”

– “She’s making me dinner after this stream. Wifey or what?”

⭑.ᐟ She also “complains” when you care about her health. She says you’re bullying her into it.

– “She told me to actually sleep last night. Can you believe that?”

– “She cut me some fruits. Even the grapes, for fuck’s sake! What am I, a toddler?” ….. “They’re good… I guess…”

⭑.ᐟ Going back to her having a soundboard, she uses the “YIPPEEE!” sound effect whenever you enter the room.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who gets easily distracted when you’re doing something off-camera.

– “Chat, did you see that? She’s so perfect, ugh.”

– “I literally just made the bed.”

‘she’s down bad’

‘u guys make me sick’

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who notices that you fell asleep off-camera, so she shushes her chat and tries to whisper for the rest of the stream. Cue her raging/cheering silently, biting her fist so she won’t scream.

⭑.ᐟ She casually flirts with you on stream.

– “Who needs a win streak when I already won at life, huh?”

– “How am I supposed to focus when you’re sitting there looking like that?”

‘ew’

‘get a room’

– “We have one. Guess what happens in it,” she just replies with a smug grin.

⭑.ᐟ No shame, no filter 2.0.

– “Stream’s late ‘cause I was in pound town.”

– “JINX!”

– “What? They’re the ones all up in our business.”

⭑.ᐟ Physical affection also doesn’t end when she’s streaming. If anything, it makes it even better for her when people are watching. She has you in her lap whenever she can, and she melts at every little peck you give her.

⭑.ᐟ She claims that you’re her stream mascot (other than Sharky, of course).

⭑.ᐟ She calls you her lucky charm and demands a good luck kiss before each match or boss fight. If you don’t give it to her (why would you do that? give the pretty girl a kiss), she will (jokingly) blame you if she loses.

⭑.ᐟ You will sometimes pick out fun outfits to wear on stream together, like themed costumes, matching accessories, or cosplays (and Jinx refuses to break character the entirety of the stream). You once dressed up as each other.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who tries to do a cute “heart hands” moment, but she gets distracted and ends up making a weird shape instead.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who constantly forgets to unmute herself after ranting to you off-camera.

‘ho is u muted’

‘UNMUTE’

‘is she muted or just broke her mic fr this time’

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who tries to impress you with ridiculous in-game stunts.

– “Babe, watch this!” She then proceeds to set off some explosives, blowing up her character in the process. “…That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

⭑.ᐟ She immediately turns to you for comfort when she rage quits.

⭑.ᐟ You step in to calm her down during an intense or frustrating gameplay, usually by playing with her hair or tracing patterns on her back.

– “Alright, chaos queen, deep breath. You got this.”

⭑.ᐟ You once changed Jinx’s sub alert to say, “SUBSCRIBE SO JINX CAN AFFORD A FUNCTIONING BRAIN.”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who made you one of her mods for a day. You nearly lost your mind. Safe to say you quit.

– “Babe, as much as I love you, this feels like running a daycare… if the daycare was on fire… and the kids had guns. Matter of fact, forget the daycare. This feels like the purge.”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who, instead of upgrading her setup, spends the money she gains on her projects or on spoiling you. She got you a Nintendo that matches hers with games like Animal Crossing for you to unwind.

⭑.ᐟ She texts you updates like “broke my keyboard again. love you!!!!!!!!!! :p”

⭑.ᐟ She takes pride in teaching you how to play some of her favorite games. It’s even better when she sees you making actual progress and gaining skills.

⭑.ᐟ Sometimes, you both forget obvious things in the game, resulting in chat calling you “dumb and dumber”.

‘birds of a feather flock together’

‘one brain cell between them’

‘i think they lost said brain cell’

⭑.ᐟ She loves it when you play competitive games together, but if you think she’s going easy on you, you’d be dead wrong. She will throw the blue shell at you in Mario Kart with no remorse.

⭑.ᐟ SOMETIMES, she lets you win but in the worst possible way (like jumping off the map dramatically).

⭑.ᐟ Playing It Takes Two together, and it’s an absolute shitshow (but at least it’s funny).

⭑.ᐟ You create in-game versions of each other in customization games, and she’s definitely made you both in The Sims. She even gave you cats.

⭑.ᐟ steamer!Jinx who once started a stream, forgetting you were in the other room waiting for her. You came in to get her, pouting.

‘L+ratio+forgotten gf’

‘jinx you’re a dick’

⭑.ᐟ Co-op cooking streams where Jinx inevitably burns something.

⭑.ᐟ Crafting stream!!! But Jinx accidentally glued her hand to something, so now you have to help her.

⭑.ᐟ Doing each other’s nails/makeup on stream or simply painting (on) one another.

⭑.ᐟ Chill streams (and by that I mean just sitting around and talking) are a rarity, and they only happen if you’re around. She dislikes personal questions during Q&A’s but absolutely loves answering those concerning your relationship (doesn’t necessarily answer truthfully, though. She loves making up crazy stories about how you both met; the audience is still unsure which version is true).

BONUS: the “do my hair and Q&A” hc by @myrruwrites lives in my head rent free. I repeat: go check out their post.

⭑.ᐟ She livestreams some of your road trips.

– “This is totally our couple adventure arc.”

⭑.ᐟ She once streamed her planning a surprise for you. You weren’t home when you got the stream notification, and you joined it, curious to see what she was up to. She was so lost in her own world that she didn’t notice you until the surprise was spoiled.

– “Hey, who snitched? Y’all suck.”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who wakes you up in the middle of the night to share her stream content ideas.

⭑.ᐟ Or she wakes you up by playing too loudly, and you have to physically drag her to bed.

⭑.ᐟ She just lays across you like a cat on off-days while watching dumb videos.

⭑.ᐟ You both rewatch her funniest stream moments together before bed, laughing at all the dumb things she said and cheering loudly at her clutch wins.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who signs off streams with a sly grin, saying, “Alright, I’m off to bother my girlfriend now”.

── ⟢ streamer!Jinx x streamer!reader

⭑.ᐟ Everyone knows you’re dating (no matter how much you tried to hide it at first), so you have a shared fanbase.

⭑.ᐟ Your streaming room is divided. It may seem like a bad idea considering the chaotic energy she brings to her streams, but she enjoys having you close by. You’re used to the noise anyway.

⭑.ᐟ Matching setups!!!!

⭑.ᐟ You make sure that Jinx has everything she needs before her stream, while she hypes you up before yours.

⭑.ᐟ Her crashing out in the background of your streams is such a recurring thing that it ends up becoming a meme.

⭑.ᐟ She once got caught humming softly to herself in the background of your stream which made the chat go absolutely wild.

‘JINX SOFT ARC’

‘i cannot believe my ears’

‘wait so she’s normal?’

⭑.ᐟ She frequently sends her viewers over to raid your stream with a message that says, “TELL HER I LOVE HER”.

⭑.ᐟ She takes over your stream when you take a bathroom break, or she’ll just lean into the mic and whisper, “Chat, she’s like SO pretty” before running away like a gremlin.

⭑.ᐟ Jinx once hacked into your stream settings just to change the title to something cursed or extra cheesy.

⭑.ᐟ She crashes your stream if she’s bored with hers.

⭑.ᐟ Reacting to fanfics together. It starts sickeningly sweet, only to crash and burn once Jinx starts picking the wilder ones.

⭑.ᐟ Sometimes you manage to have a chill, rainy-day stream together where you play cozy games.

⭑.ᐟ Jinx “accidentally” friendly fires you in shooters and then apologizes dramatically.

⭑.ᐟ She also “accidentally” finds you in online games. She swears she’s not stream-sniping, but no one believes her.

⭑.ᐟ She leaves heart-shaped patterns in Minecraft or Fortnite for you to find.

⭑.ᐟ Automatically teaming up against everyone else in multiplayer lobbies.

⭑.ᐟ You get assigned to opposite teams? It’s either cutthroat and tests your relationship, or you’re helping each other out (much to your teammates’ dismay).

⭑.ᐟ Although she’s known for streaming late herself, she whines if you do the same, claiming she can’t sleep without you (half-true).

⭑.ᐟ She wraps her arms around you from behind or drapes herself over your lap whenever she needs closeness or attention, watching you play.

⭑.ᐟ Or she’ll just unceremoniously end your stream to steal you away.

entering Jinx’s stream:

[crushh-existz]

asking them to pay for your stuff [smau]

ღ featuring: ambessa, sevika, caitlyn, vi, jinx, jayce, ekko, and mel

ღ lmk what you all think and request are open <3

[crushh-existz]

HAPPY VALENTINES TO MY GF💙

[crushh-existz]

Loser!Jinx x Reader Headcanons

Jinx wasn’t just a loser—she was the loser. The kind who sat in the back of the class doodling in her notebook instead of taking notes, who always had a random bruise from doing something stupid, and who somehow had a negative GPA but could explain the entire plot of an obscure 90s anime no one had ever heard of.

She wasn’t exactly hated at school, but she was weird, loud, and unpredictable, which made people avoid her. Except for Vi, who was always yelling at her to “Get your shit together, Powder,” and Sevika, who only tolerated her because Vi forced her to.

Then there was you.

The first time Jinx saw you, she short-circuited. She was just trying to make it through another miserable day of Algebra when you walked into the classroom, and suddenly, math didn’t exist anymore. All she could think was:

“Oh no.”

You were effortlessly cool—new to school, good at everything Jinx wasn’t, and way out of her league. But you were nice. Too nice. The kind of nice that made Jinx go home and kick her feet while screaming into her pillow because why would you ever talk to her unless you were planning to ruin her life?

- The first time you talk to her, it’s because you sit next to her in Algebra.

You: “Hey, do you have a pencil?”

Jinx, panicking: “Wh—uh—I—yeah—no—I mean—” (frantically digs through her backpack, pulls out a crayon).

You: “…Thanks?”

Jinx: “Yeah! Totally! I only use crayons, actually. Pencils are a government conspiracy.”

You: “Oh? Tell me more.”

She thinks you’re messing with her. But you don’t laugh. You actually listen. And when she rants about whatever nonsense is currently living rent-free in her head, you just nod along like she’s making sense.

She falls in love immediately.

- Jinx is the type of loser who spends all her time online, plays obscure indie games, and has a concerning amount of conspiracy theories about random things (like why the school vending machine is always out of strawberry soda).

- She is hopelessly, painfully, pathetically in love with you. Like, full-blown kicking her feet and giggling into her pillow kind of crush. She doesn’t even try to be normal about it.

- If you so much as glance in her direction, her brain short-circuits. Immediate blue screen of death. Malfunctioning Jinx noises.

- She swears she’s being subtle, but the entire school knows she’s down horrendously bad for you. Like, it’s embarrassing. Vi has tried to stage an intervention. Sevika has bet money on how long it’ll take before she faints in front of you.

- If you actually talk to her? Oh, she’s done for. Stammering, tripping over her words, probably dropping whatever she’s holding. You could ask her the simplest question, and she’d be like:

You: “Hey, do you have a pencil?”

Jinx, sweating bullets: “Uh—uh—uh—uh—I—pen—yes—no—I mean—I do? Maybe? What’s a pencil?”

- She definitely stalks your social media. She has your entire posting schedule memorized, knows all your interests, and tries to bring them up in conversation to impress you—but it just makes her sound insane.

Jinx: “Soooo… I heard you like frogs.”

You: “What?”

Jinx: “Uh. Frogs. Y’know. Ribbit.”

- If you compliment her, even as a joke, she will take it to her grave. Like, you could say, “Hey, cool jacket,” and she’ll wear that same jacket every day for a month straight.

- One time you called her cute. She has not recovered.

- She tries to act cool around you, but she’s the type of loser who fumbles everything. Drops her phone. Walks into doors. Trips over air. It’s a miracle she hasn’t spontaneously combusted yet.

- If you so much as smile at her, she’s writing about it in her diary like it’s the most life-changing event to ever happen.

“FEBRUARY 8TH, 2025. 3:47 PM. Y/N SMILED AT ME. I CAN DIE HAPPY NOW.”

or

“February 8th, 2025. 3:47 PM. Y/N TOUCHED MY ARM. I CAN NEVER WASH IT AGAIN.”

- Jinx, in her head, planning out all the ways she could confess to you: Writing you a love letter? Making a mixtape? A grand, romantic gesture?

- Jinx, in reality: “I like your face.”

- If you start liking her back? Oh, she’s doomed. Malfunctioning. Exploding. Game over.

People still don’t understand how you two work, but at this point, it doesn’t even matter. You and Jinx are in your own little world, and honestly? It’s kind of perfect.

- You keep hanging out with her. At first, just in class, but then at lunch, after school, texting late at night. She stops feeling like a loser when she’s with you. She starts hoping.

- The first time you realize you like her back, it’s because of something dumb.

You’re at lunch, sitting with her, Vi, and Sevika. Jinx, being a disaster, spills her drink all over herself. Instead of being embarrassed, she just goes, “Guess I’m drinking it the hard way.”

And something about the way she owns her weirdness makes your heart do a stupid little flip.

- The first time you flirt with her, she malfunctions.

- The first time she realizes you like her back, it breaks her brain.

It happens after school. You’re both walking home together when you grab her hand, lacing your fingers through hers like it’s nothing.

She nearly trips over her own feet. You just laugh and squeeze her hand tighter.

Oh no, she thinks. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

She’s never going to recover from this.

(She doesn’t want to.)

Random Cute Couple Things:

- Jinx is the kind of girlfriend who will 100% steal your clothes.

Not just hoodies—everything. She once showed up wearing your jacket, your socks, and your backpack, and when you pointed it out, she just went, “Yeah, and?”

The worst part? She looks stupidly cute in your clothes, so you can’t even be mad.

(You started “accidentally” leaving extra hoodies at her place just so she’d always have one of yours to wear.)

- She gets insanely clingy when she’s sleepy.

Jinx isn’t really a cuddler during the day—she’s always bouncing off the walls, getting into trouble, dragging you into her weird ideas. But the second she gets tired?

Good luck getting up.

She’ll wrap herself around you like a human koala, mumbling something about how “you’re warm and smell good” and refusing to let go.

(You’ve accepted your fate. You live here now.)

- She makes the dumbest bets just to get kisses.

• “Bet you can’t solve this riddle. If you lose, I get a kiss.

• “If I make this paper ball into the trash can, you have to kiss me.”

• “Okay, rock-paper-scissors, best out of three—winner gets a kiss.”

You caught on pretty quickly and just started kissing her before she could suggest a bet. It completely breaks her brain every time.

(She still tries, though.)

- She doodles all over your stuff.

If you lend Jinx a pen, it’s over—your notebooks, your arms, even your homework will be covered in little scribbles.

Sometimes they’re just random sketches. Other times, you’ll find little hearts with your name inside them.

(She denies drawing them. But the blush on her face says otherwise.)

- She absolutely loves when you play with her hair.

She pretends she doesn’t care at first—shrugs it off, acts like it’s whatever. But the second you start running your fingers through her hair, she literally melts.

(If you braid it, she’ll leave it in all day, even if it looks ridiculous.)

- She’s always touching you.

• Holding your hand? Obviously.

• Leaning against you when you’re sitting together? Yup.

• Linking pinkies just because she can? Of course.

It’s like she needs to be physically connected to you at all times.

(If you ever pull away too soon, she’ll dramatically gasp and go, “What, you don’t love me anymore?!”)

- She makes up the dumbest excuses just to hang out with you.

“Babe, I need your help with something.”

“What is it?”

“I dunno, I just wanted to see you.”

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

I love Jinx

I want sleep

[crushh-existz]

rdr2 characters as all 22 major arcana tarot cards :) casually posting here too like i didnt share them everywhere. working on minor arcana swords rn

[crushh-existz]

HELLOOO??? 2023??? (Guys idk whats going on w bros ears…)

anyway i redrew this queen… (I LOBE HER SOOO MUCHHH SMOCHCHCHH)

Before I forget abt this trend 💀

this actually didnt take me very long- but yaya my first complete are post >:D

[crushh-existz]

college caitvi matching layout 🧁🥊

based on this tweet !! :D

some easter eggs : they both have k/da posters and cait has a seraphine one too (they’re both roomates), airship model because airship is cait’s special interest !! on vi’s corner of the room : isha’s drawing of their family, zaun band poster, jinx’ drawing, warwick plushie !!!

(border credit here)

MATCHING ICONS IF YOU WANT !! (reblog and credit if you use pls <3)

[crushh-existz]

they keep adopting strays it’s become a problem

[crushh-existz]

unexpected arrangementsˎˊ˗

You were a STEM major preparing to enter your hectic 3rd year of schooling and your housing situation was a disaster. The dormitories’ piping system got ruined two weeks before you were supposed to move in, leaving you without housing. When the school finally got its act together, they placed you in an apartment with a graduate student, Sevika. One who, you might add, was not happy at all with the abrupt living situation. You two, however, unexpectedly grew closer throughout the semester. fluff, kind of slow-burn, suggestive if you squint, no mention of sevika's mechanical arm, fem reader, modern au masterlist

It was rainy and cold when you moved into her apartment—well, now your apartment. Your furniture and hastily packed boxes of clothes had already been moved into the guest bedroom earlier that day.

By the time you returned with the last of your things—a tote bag full of books and a throw blanket bunched up in your arms—it was late. You stood outside the door, knocking repeatedly. The minutes dragged on, and your shoulder began to ache from the weight of the books. Your phone mockingly read 11:32 PM, and your irritation flared. Not only was the elevator out of service tonight, but the apartment you were now supposed to live in was on the fourth floor.

You were wet and cold from the rain, sweaty from the flights of stairs, and completely over it.

When your patience ran out, you dropped the bag and blanket to the floor with a loud thud, balled your fist, and banged on the door. Hard.

You didn’t make it to your sixth bang before the door flew open, leaving your mouth slightly ajar and your hand still raised. You hadn’t even heard her approach.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

There stood Sevika, your new roommate, wearing a fitted tank and loose sweats that clung low on her full hips. Her damp hair suggested she’d just showered, and a cigarette rested between her lips, which were now curled into a sneer. The muffled music from a room down the hall explained why she hadn’t heard you earlier.

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts as you cleared your throat. “Trying to get inside? I thought you knew I was moving in today.”

She scoffed, leaning against the doorframe and pulling the cigarette from her lips. “You mean tonight? It’s damn near midnight—you were supposed to be here earlier.”

Biting back a sharp response, you bent down to pick up the bag and blanket you’d dropped. Still, frustration colored your tone. “I have a lot of shit, okay? And not enough time to move in. This wasn’t exactly my idea either.”

Sevika’s eyes swept over your small frame, noting your damp hoodie and jeans clinging to your skin. Wet from the rain, sweaty from exertion, and visibly tired—you looked like a mess. She let out a dismissive scoff before pushing off the doorframe and stepping aside, leaving the door ajar.

“Leave your shoes and socks at the door,” she said, walking away without a backward glance. The door to her room shut behind her, and the music turned up.

You exhaled a sharp breath, annoyed. Here you were, kicked out of your familiar living arrangement to stay with someone who didn’t even want you here.

But why should you care? Sevika clearly regarded you as a pest—an intruder in her space. It stung a little, though. You couldn’t shake the feeling of being unwanted.

Inside, the apartment was warm and smelled faintly of sandalwood and cigarettes. You took a moment to inhale deeply, rubbing at the shoulder still aching from the weight of your bag. This arrangement was supposed to be temporary, but you couldn’t help but wonder what living with her would be like.

Sevika’s reputation preceded her. Popular among students and faculty in your department, she was as brilliant as she was intimidating. And undeniably attractive. Your thoughts strayed to the sight of her just now: damp hair, hooded eyes, the warm light framing her figure. Self-consciously, you flattened your rain-frizzed hair.

In the guest room—well, your room now—you took stock of your surroundings. The XL twin bed had thankfully been assembled earlier by the delivery people. A desk and chair had already been tucked into the corner near a window. A dresser and a decent-sized closet rounded out the furniture.

Peeling off your damp clothes, you changed into a fitted baby tee and shorts before tying up your hair. Determined to make the best of it, you got to work unpacking.

Sevika, back in her room, tried to focus on the project she was tinkering with for one of her professors. The faint thumps and rustling from the guest bedroom were hard to ignore, though. She was used to living alone, and your intrusion was a constant reminder of how her space was no longer hers alone.

Silco, the department director, had recommended her for this arrangement. His mentorship during her undergrad years meant she couldn’t say no. Still, she regretted the inconvenience. When the noises became too distracting, she turned down her music and padded down the hall.

Leaning against the doorframe, Sevika watched you move around the room with ease, unpacking and arranging your belongings. You had already transformed the empty guest room into something undeniably yours. The bed, far cozier than hers, was adorned with soft pillows and lush blankets that looked inviting enough to sink into.

Your closet was nearly full, your desk neatly organized with a laptop, folders, and a softly glowing candle. The warm scent of vanilla and cinnamon filled the space, drifting into the hallway and subtly reaching Sevika’s senses.

Cozy, she thought. 

It was when you got down on your knees to grab something that rolled under the bed, giving her a full view of a dangerous arch and your ass clad in some thin shorts, that Sevika cleared her throat making her presence known.

Startled, you jumped, hitting your head on the bed frame. Groaning, you leaned back on your heels and looked up at her. Still standing in the doorway, she regarded you with mild amusement.

“Yeah?” Your voice cracked, and you cleared your throat suddenly feeling nervous.

“Just checking in.” Sevika stepped inside, casually leaning against your dresser and idly pushing around the small trinkets you’d arranged there. “Heard back from your RA yet?”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you stood from the floor, brushing your hands on your thighs. “I just got settled in, and you’re already trying to get rid of me?” you quipped, disappearing into the closet.

A low, velvety chuckle followed. “No, sweetheart. Just wondering.” Her tone carried a playful lilt, making it impossible to ignore the nickname.

You poked your head out, eyebrows furrowed as you gave her a pointed look. “Oh? Were you just wondering when you so kindly welcomed me into your home?”

Your words were meant to sound annoyed, but the teasing edge in your voice drew another laugh from Sevika—a rich, pleasant sound.

“Sorry about that,” she said, her voice softer now. “Was just caught a little off guard.”

You waved off her apology with an easy smile. “It’s fine,” you replied, stepping out of the closet with a towel over your shoulder and toiletries in hand.

Walking up to her, you shot a quick look at the dresser behind her. Sevika stepped aside, watching as you picked out another pair of shorts and a sweatshirt—presumably for sleeping. You tried to ignore the warmth radiating off her body, the earthy scent that clung to her like a second skin.

Her gaze lingered on the curve of your hips as you nudged the drawer shut before turning back to her.

“Look, I know this whole situation was thrown on you out of the blue, and I get that it sucks,” you started, arms now full and ready for a shower. “But I hope we can at least get along, okay?”

Your voice softened, and you fidgeted slightly where you stood, waiting for her response. Nervousness crept in, unfamiliar and unwelcome. You usually didn’t care much about others’ opinions, but with Sevika, it was different. You were going to be living together. You wanted her approval—admiration, and maybe even something bordering on adoration. You didn't stress the specifics.

Sevika looked down at you, a flicker of amusement playing in her eyes. Truthfully, she felt a little bad about her earlier attitude. None of this was your fault, after all. And there was something endearing about the way you seemed eager to make things right for no reason other than to keep the peace.

You tilted your head, waiting for her answer, and in that moment, she decided you were harmless. And, to her surprise, quite cute.

Sevika reached out to ruffle your hair, her lazy smile sending a small flutter to your stomach. “Whatever you say, sweetheart,” she teased, her voice low and amused. Turning to leave, she pointed casually in the direction opposite your room. “Shower’s that way.”

With that, she disappeared into her room, the door clicking softly shut behind her.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and headed toward the bathroom. The warm spray of the shower worked to calm your nerves as you replayed the interaction in your mind. Sweetheart. You replayed the nickname in your head, enjoying the heat it brought to your face. Once finished, you stepped out, your discarded clothes and toiletries neatly tucked under your arm.

The apartment was quiet now, save for the faint sound of soft snores coming from Sevika’s room. Careful not to disturb her, you padded silently to your own space, feeling oddly content.

Behind the safety of your closed door, a small smile spread across your face. You couldn’t help but feel grateful for the unexpected living arrangement.

Over the semester, the two of you grew closer, slipping into a rhythm that felt effortless with time.

It wasn’t instant, though. Even as familiarity settled between you, it took time for both of you to let your guard down fully. Sevika was used to her solitude and didn’t adapt easily to sharing her space, while you were navigating your own uncertainties about living with someone like her—intimidating yet undeniably attractive.

Your mornings often overlapped. You woke early for your morning lectures, groggily shuffling into the kitchen to make coffee. Around the same time, Sevika would return from the gym, towel slung over her shoulder, her hair damp and her muscles taut beneath her tank. At first, those mornings were silent and awkward.

The first time you ran into each other in the kitchen, she gave you a simple nod before heading straight to her room without a word. It wasn’t exactly unfriendly—more like she didn’t know what to say to you. Casual friendships weren’t her thing. As popular as she was, Sevika kept most people at arm’s length, letting only a select few into her inner circle.

But over time, she got used to you. Your presence became a constant, a welcoming thing.

One morning, you came out to find a steaming mug of coffee waiting for you on the counter. “Figured you’d need it,” Sevika muttered gruffly, pouring herself a second cup. It became routine after that. She’d make you coffee alongside her own, sometimes tossing in a joke or a compliment just to see your reaction.

And when Sevika got comfortable, she reaaaally got comfortable.

One morning, as you leaned against the counter, sipping your coffee in your usual lecture-day outfit—minimal makeup, hair pulled back, and a casual outfit—Sevika smirked at you over her mug.

“You trying to seduce the professor or something?” she teased.

The comment, as absurd as it was, sent a laugh spilling out of you. Your cheeks flushed, and you shook your head, trying to hide your amusement. She savored the sound of your laughter, the soft pink blooming on your cheeks, and the way you bashfully avoided her gaze. The kitchen island became her favorite spot in the mornings—not only because of the shared coffees but because of you.

As you grew more comfortable with Sevika, you became touchy, something that caught her off guard at first. She wasn’t used to physical affection, but she didn’t mind it. In fact, she found it endlessly amusing—and secretly endearing.

If she said something funny and stood next to you, you’d bump your hip into hers with a smile. If she flirted or let her words stray into innuendo, your face would heat up, and you’d lightly punch her shoulder, muttering something to deflect. She called them “pats” because your punches barely registered as more than a breeze.

“Careful, sweetheart,” she’d tease, flexing her arm mockingly. “You’re really laying it on thick there.”

And when you flushed or rolled your eyes in response, Sevika would grin, leaning closer just to bask in your warmth. She couldn’t get enough of your reactions or your touch, growing addicted to the little ways you reached out to her.

What surprised her most was how natural it felt. For someone who always kept people at a distance, Sevika found herself leaning into your affection—and craving it.

Months had passed, and you and Sevika had fallen into a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. Your morning exchanges became something sacred, leaving you both buoyed through the day, while evenings transformed into a gentle dance of shared space - completing tasks side by side, conversations flowing easily between mundane matters and comfortable silences, occasionally punctuated by the soft glow of movie nights.

With her more flexible postgraduate schedule, Sevika had taken to preparing dinner for your return from grueling days of classes and studying. The first time you'd come home to the smell of cooking and the sight of her in the kitchen, you'd nearly tackled her with the force of your gratitude.

"Oof," she'd chuckled, steadying herself against your embrace. "Down, girl." The warmth in her voice had made something flutter in your chest.

You found your own ways to contribute, handling errands during your daily ventures around campus. Acts of service spoke volumes to Sevika, though she rarely voiced it directly. She didn't need to - you caught the way her eyes would follow you, filled with gratitude and something softer, something that made your skin tingle. When you'd return with groceries or mention completing a task she'd only briefly mentioned, something in her expression would shift, a tenderness that made your heart stutter.

The closeness between you had grown into something neither of you dared name. Affection flowed freely, moments of tenderness woven through your daily interactions without thought or hesitation. You'd catch her watching you when she thought you weren't looking, and you knew she caught you doing the same. It was almost romantic, really. But there lay the question - what were you supposed to do about it? The desire for something more simmered beneath the surface for you both, but you'd grown comfortable in this space between friendship and something else, sustained by flirting and fleeting touches that left electricity in their wake.

The call came during midterms, catching you off-guard. Sevika leaned in your doorway, watching as you exchanged polite words with housing administration. When you hung up, you attempted a smile, but she saw right through it.

"Something happen?" Her voice carried a note of concern that made your chest tight.

"Oh nothing bad, it's just-" You tugged your sweater closer, like armor. "My RA says I'm good to move back in."

You missed the flash of surprise across Sevika's features, catching only her soft "Oh."

A moment stretched between you before she found her voice again. "Well, that's... good?" The uncertainty in her tone drew your gaze to hers.

"Yeah, it's good." Neither of you sounded convinced. The soft click of her door closing echoed through the apartment, leaving you alone with thoughts of what you might be losing.

The next few days passed in a strange tension, both of you dancing around the subject of your eventual departure. Your belongings remained exactly where they were, neither packed nor discussed. The comfortable routine you'd built continued, but there was something fragile about it now, like glass ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

One evening, you returned from a particularly brutal study session to find Sevika in the kitchen, the familiar smell of your favorite meal filling the apartment. She was stirring something on the stove, her hair pulled back messily, wearing that old band t-shirt you loved seeing her in. The sight made your chest ache.

"You didn't have to cook tonight," you said softly, dropping your bag by the counter. "I know you have that big paper due."

She shrugged, not turning around. "Needed a break anyway. Besides," her voice carried forced lightness, "got to make sure you're well-fed while you're still here."

The words hung heavy between you. You moved closer, drawn by some invisible force, until you stood just behind her. "Sevika..."

She set the spoon down with more force than necessary. "When are you planning to move back?" The question came out rough, like it had been sitting in her throat for days.

"I..." you hesitated, watching the tension in her shoulders. "I don't have to."

She turned then, finding you closer than expected. Her eyes searched yours, a vulnerability there you'd never seen before. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," you wet your lips, gathering courage, "I could stay. If... if you want me to."

"You'd want that?" Her voice had dropped to barely above a whisper.

"I want..." The words caught in your throat as you realized just how close you were standing. "I want a lot of things."

Something shifted in her expression, her eyes dropping to your lips for just a moment. Her hand came up slowly, giving you time to pull away, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The gentle touch sent shivers down your spine.

"Tell me what you want," she murmured, her hand lingering near your face.

Instead of answering, you closed the distance between you. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but then her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, and everything fell into place. She tasted like coffee and something sweetly familiar, and you couldn't help but smile against her lips.

When you finally pulled apart, she kept you close, pressing her forehead to yours. "Stay," she whispered, and it sounded like more than just an offer about housing.

"Okay," you breathed, and it felt like coming home.

The pot on the stove began to bubble over, breaking the moment. Sevika cursed and spun around to rescue dinner, but her free hand found yours, interlacing your fingers. You pressed a kiss to her shoulder, feeling her squeeze your hand in response.

Later that evening, curled together on the couch, you sent a quick email to housing declining the move-in offer. Sevika read it over your shoulder, her arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

"No regrets?" she asked, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

You turned in her arms, meeting her eyes with a smile. "Only that we waited so long."

The rest of the semester unfolded like a dream. Your morning exchanges became morning kisses, study sessions involved more breaks for cuddles, and movie nights found you tangled together under shared blankets. The line you'd been so carefully walking had finally been crossed, and on the other side, you found everything you'd been afraid to want.

Sometimes, catching her watching you with that soft expression you'd grown to love, you wondered how you'd ever considered leaving. This wasn't just an apartment anymore - it was home, and Sevika wasn't just your roommate. She was your beginning and your ending, your morning coffee and your goodnight kiss, your everything in between.

And neither of you would have it any other way.

this was originally supposed to be short headcanons but i love sevika and she has bewitched me, body and soul T_T i hope you enjoyed this