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[y-vna]

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[venusiaeris]

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[lilac-dreamxxz]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓈈⠀⠀ 𝅄 ⠀᧔◍᧓ ⠀⠀ 𝅄 𓈈

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝆬 𝅄 ◌⠀⠀ ꒰͜͡ ୭ ͜͡꒱ ◌ 𝅄 𝆬

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ׄ 　۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ ׄ

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓈒⠀ ⠀𓏸⠀ ꒰͡    𝆬 ⠀ 𓇼     𝆬⠀ ⠀͡꒱ ⠀ ⠀𓏸⠀ 𓈒⠀⠀

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰    ͜͡❀ ꒰ ୭ৎ ꒱ ❀ ͜͡ ꒱

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⌢ . ꒰ ⌢୨୧⌢ ꒱ . ⌢

⠀⠀ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

[dickaspointed]

𝑬𝑵- 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑱𝑬𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑳𝒀 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑰𝑻

hyung line

𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 , 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥

𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴 , 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴

HEESEUNG always loved playing with your legs, they were hairless, soft and smelled really good. as his fingers were doing their daily skim up and down your plush skin, his fingers got caught around little gold letters that hugged your ankle tightly. his eyes dropped from his phone, using his index to pick up the small piece of jewelry to inspect it properly. obviously caught off guard from your leg being yanked so suddenly, you laughed nervously, lowering your own phone to watch his antics.

“what is this?” Heeseung asked, rotating it around your ankle.

“i got a custom anklet with your name, cute right? it was on sale—”

you barely made it off the couch alive, your legs were thrown over Heeseung’s shoulders for hours. every gold letter of his name spinning around your ankle as he fucked you senseless into the soft cushions.

̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

JAY often rested his cheek on your full chest. whether you had a bra on or off, that was his favorite place to rest. your fingers would course through his dark hair, gently tugging at the ends as your free hand thumbed through your murder mystery book.

sometimes his boba brown eyes would look up through the valley of your breasts to ask a really stupid question just to hear himself talk, but this time something silver sparkled in his eyes. his fingers wrapped around the little silver letters, holding it up better for him to see. caught off guard, you lowered yourself to him, a frown crossing your lips.

“hey! this was not cheap,” you started, moving to lean away but he stopped you. “jayyyy, c’mon it’s getting to the good part—.”

Jay watched his silver letters bounce between your bare breasts, mesmerized by the contrast of dewy skin and hickies that surrounded the crystallized letters. you clung to him for dear life as you rode him, bouncing along to meet and match every thrust he was offering.

̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

JAKE loved your hands the most, even though he was constantly groping your ass or tits. he simply couldn’t deny that he loved the softness of your hands on his. after a long day of stress induced manual labor, he wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed besides you and have your sweet, soft hands caressing his bare back.

sticking true to his plan he showered and threw on a random pair of underwear, throwing himself into bed. his body nestled between your parted legs, sinking into your delicate smell. “i’ve missed youuuu~” he cooed, bracing his back for your soft touches that felt like little butterfly kisses.

he felt a strangely cold material scratch the surface of his skin making him stir a bit before turning to grab your wrist. dangling from your wrist was his name in golden letters, little gems decorating the top.

“you like? i got it today! the nice little ole’ lady helped me pick it out—“

Jake pressed your wrists into the mattress, kissing the cold, gold, metal into your skin as he repeatedly as he pistons in and out of you. both of you barely able to choke back pleasurable sounds that would only come from a porno scene.

̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

SUNGHOON lazed into your shared bedroom after a much needed shower, a white towel hung low on his slender hips, showing off his monumental happy trail. you were stretched out across the mattress, scrolling through whatever new videos were trending.

once your boyfriend was dressed in boxers, he happily joined you in bed, reaching over to pull you into his muscled up arms. you rested with your cheek against his pec, holding your phone steady with one hand while the other caressed at his bare skin.

“what’s this?” he asked, guiding your free hand up to show off the ring that was wrapped around your ring finger. his initials in silver letters hugged your finger, the band was encrusted in cubic zirconia.

“i got it in the mail today! isn’t it purrrty—“

Sunghoon kissed your open hand numerous times whilst fucking your body down into the mattress before he intertwined your fingers with his. every now and then he’d turn your hand over to admire his little letters hugging your finger, letting it fuel him even more to fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked.

K BYEEEE !

[monroepsd]

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. ྀི◟ ͜ ̣̣̥⠀༝ ⠀⠀ .🐇 ⠀⠀ fluffy ⠀⠀ tokki ⠀⊹ ͡ ⠀⠀ ꪒꪒㅤ ⠀⠀ ꫂ

૮ ݁𐙚𑁦𑀯 ⠀⠀ *̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

[luvst4rc0r3]

CAN YOU DO A JINX X READER FIC BUT READER IS PREGNANT AND LIKE SHE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO TELL JINX.

IF YOU DO IT TYYYYYY❤️❤️

“Two Pink Lines”

Jinx x F!Reader

WARNINGS: Mention of abortion?

WC:2311

NOTE: established relationship.

Your POV

You had been pacing the tiny space of your shared room for the last ten minutes, the little pregnancy test feeling like a bomb in your hands.

Your heart was pounding so hard it made your head hurt. You knew this wasn’t something you could just ignore—Jinx deserved to know. But saying it out loud? Actually forming the words? That felt impossible.

“Hey, Jinx, so, funny story—I’m pregnant.”

Nope. Too casual.

“Jinx, I have something to tell you… I’m having a baby.”

Too dramatic.

“Surprise! You knocked me up!”

Oh, hell no.

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. Every option sounded worse than the last. There was no way this wouldn’t shake her, no way this wouldn’t send her brain spinning in all directions. Jinx wasn’t bad with emotions—she just didn’t always know what to do with them. And this? This was big.

You had seen how uneasy she was lately, the way she watched you with that nervous, twitchy energy. She knew something was up, but instead of pressing, she’d let it fester, probably assuming the worst.

Jinx had been through too much, lost too many people, and she had this awful habit of thinking everything was her fault. And you had not been helping, avoiding her questions, brushing off her concerns, all because you didn’t know how to say it.

That had to stop.

You exhaled sharply.

You needed to tell her. But you also knew that telling her face-to-face might make it worse.

Jinx was all reaction—she acted before thinking, emotions bubbling over before she could grab hold of them. If you just told her, there was a chance she’d shut down, that panic would take over before she even had time to process.

But if you left the test somewhere she’d find it, without the pressure of you standing there waiting for a reaction… maybe that would help.

Your eyes landed on her workshop.

That’s it.

She was always working on something, always tinkering with gadgets and bombs. Her workbench was her safe space—the one place she could think things through. If you left the test there, she’d have time to work through the shock before she had to deal with you staring at her, waiting for an answer.

Decision made, you swallowed hard and forced yourself to move.

Jinx wasn’t in the workshop, which was perfect. You stepped inside, ignoring the usual chaos of scattered blueprints and half-finished projects, and placed the pregnancy test dead center on her workbench.

She wouldn’t miss it.

You took a shaky step back, staring at the little plastic stick like it might suddenly shout the news for you.

This was the best way. You had to believe that.

Taking a deep breath, you turned and walked out. You’d give her a couple of hours—enough time to let her mind run in circles, freak out, and hopefully settle before you came back.

You just had to hope she wouldn’t blow anything up in the process.

‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺ ͙

Jinx’s POV

Jinx felt like her skin didn’t fit right.

Something was wrong.

You were gone again, and she had no idea where or why. You kept sneaking off, looking at her like she was some kind of fragile bomb that might explode if you said the wrong thing.

She hated it.

Hated not knowing.

Hated the pit of anxiety gnawing at her stomach.

She stomped into her workshop, muttering to herself, fingers twitching at her sides. Maybe she could work on something, blow off some steam, keep her hands busy before she—

Her eyes landed on her workbench.

Jinx froze.

There, right in the middle of the mess, was something that didn’t belong. A little box.

Her brows furrowed. She stepped closer, picking it up and flipping it over in her hands. The words on the front made her stomach drop.

Pregnancy Test.

Her breath hitched.

That wasn’t—

No way.

She ripped the box open, fingers fumbling as she pulled out the little plastic stick inside.

Two pink lines.

Her heart stopped.

She stared at it, willing the lines to disappear, to change, to be anything else.

Two lines meant—

It meant—

Jinx’s breath came fast and shallow, her grip tightening around the test. Her thoughts were spiraling too fast to grab onto.

You were pregnant.

With her baby.

Her lungs felt too tight. Her hands were shaking. The world tilted, her brain screaming at her to do something, but she didn’t even know what.

This was why you’d been acting weird. This was why you were avoiding her, why you looked so nervous every time she got too close.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Did you think she’d be mad? Did you think she wouldn’t want this?

Jinx stumbled back, almost knocking over a pile of scrap metal.

A baby. A tiny, fragile thing that would need her, to touch her, to need her warmth.

Her.

Jinx.

A girl who broke everything she touched.

She squeezed her eyes shut, sucking in a sharp breath. No, no, don’t go there, don’t—

Her brain wanted to run, to slip into that dark, gnawing place where she wasn’t enough, where she couldn’t be enough. But another thought cut through the panic—sharp, insistent.

You hadn’t left.

You didn’t run.

You left this for her to find, trusting that she’d handle it.

She blinked down at the test again.

Her fingers loosened.

The fear was still there, lurking under her skin, but something else was rising up too—something warm and unfamiliar.

You were having a baby.

Her baby.

Jinx let out a breathless, slightly manic laugh.

She had to find you. Now.

And you had a lot of explaining to do.

̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

You took your time getting home, dragging your feet through the dimly lit streets of Zaun. Every step felt heavier than the last, your stomach in knots.

You had done it. You had left the test on her desk. You had given her time.

Now you had to face whatever came next.

But the closer you got, the more the fear crept in.

What if she freaked out?

What if she shut down?

What if she left?

Jinx had a habit of running from things that hurt. And this? This had the potential to destroy her.

Your hands were ice-cold when you finally reached the door. You hesitated, heart pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat.

Then, slowly, you pushed it open.

Jinx was standing in the middle of the room.

Her shoulders were hunched, her hands curled into fists at her sides. The pregnancy test was still clutched in her fingers, white-knuckled like she had been holding onto it for hours.

The moment she saw you, she went still.

Completely still.

Your breath caught.

She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t moving toward you.

She was just staring.

The weight of it crushed you.

She didn’t want this.

You could see it in the way she held herself, in the way her fingers trembled slightly around the test, in the way her mouth parted like she wanted to say something but couldn’t force the words out.

Your stomach turned, a sick, hollow feeling settling in your chest.

She didn’t want this.

And that meant—

You swallowed hard, your voice coming out quiet, fragile.

“I can get rid of it.”

The second the words left your mouth, Jinx broke.

“No!”

Her voice was so sharp, so panicked that it actually made you flinch.

Your breath hitched.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The room was suffocating, thick with something raw and unbearable.

Jinx’s breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling too fast. She looked—

Terrified.

Not of you. Not of the baby.

Of losing you.

“You don’t—” her voice cracked, and she shook her head so violently her braids whipped around her shoulders. “Don’t say that. Don’t even think—”

You took a step back.

Jinx moved forward immediately, closing the distance like she was afraid you’d slip away if she didn’t grab hold of you now.

“You thought I didn’t want this?” she asked, voice strangled. “You thought I—?”

You had.

She saw it in your face.

Her expression twisted, something like hurt flashing behind her eyes, and it made your chest ache.

“Shit,” she breathed, voice cracking. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. “I don’t—I don’t know how to do this, okay? I don’t know how to be—” Her throat bobbed. “I don’t even know how to be a person most days. How the hell am I supposed to be a—?”

She cut herself off.

Didn’t say the word.

Couldn’t.

The weight of it was too much.

You looked down, eyes burning. “Then maybe—”

“No,” she snapped, voice hoarse. “Don’t. Just—don’t.”

Jinx ran a shaking hand over her face, dragging her fingers through her hair.

“I want this,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I want you. I want—”

Her gaze dropped to your stomach, and something in her expression cracked.

“I want them.”

It was barely a breath, barely a sound, but it knocked the air from your lungs.

She looked lost, like she didn’t know how to want this but did anyway.

Your throat tightened.

“You do?”

Jinx let out a soft, broken laugh, but it was filled with confusion and fear. “I do,” she whispered, her eyes glossy. “I just don’t know how. I don’t know how to be ready for this. But I want to try. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose us.”

Her voice wavered, and she reached out, her hand trembling as she placed it gently on your stomach. It felt tentative, like she wasn’t sure if she had the right to touch you, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to have a future with you and the baby.

But her fingers lingered there, almost as though she were trying to feel something real, something to ground herself. Her breathing was shallow, her body stiff, like she was holding herself together by sheer will.

You didn’t know what to say.

You could see it in her eyes—the fear, the doubt, the overwhelming weight of everything crashing down at once. She loved you, she wanted you, she wanted the baby, but she was terrified. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin everything. She couldn’t bear to mess this up.

But all you could think about was the space between you, the way she was afraid to touch you too hard, like she might break something precious.

“I don’t want to do this alone,” Jinx muttered, her voice cracking as she looked up at you, her face twisted with desperation. “Please, don’t make me do this alone. I… I don’t know how to be a mom. I don’t even know how to fix myself half the time, let alone another person. But I swear to you, I’ll try. I’ll try, okay?”

Her words hung in the air, raw and painful, and you could feel your heart breaking for her. You reached out, pulling her close, wrapping your arms around her. She tensed at first, but then she melted into you, pressing her forehead against your shoulder, her body trembling.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I’m not leaving you. I’m not leaving this. We’ll figure it out. Together. I promise.”

Jinx clung to you tightly, as if she feared you would disappear if she let go for even a second. Her hands dug into your back, her nails pressing into your skin as though she were holding onto the last thread of stability in her life.

But even as she held onto you, you could feel her shaking. Her whole body was trembling with the weight of everything she was carrying—the fear, the guilt, the uncertainty. She was scared, and you could feel it in the way she breathed, in the way her fingers tightened around you, as if she thought she might lose her grip.

“You don’t have to do it all alone,” you whispered, your voice soothing, trying to reassure both her and yourself. “We don’t have to have it all figured out right now. We’ll take it one day at a time, okay? No pressure. We can be scared together.”

Jinx pulled back slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes. Her face was streaked with tears, her cheeks flushed, and her gaze was still full of uncertainty. But there was something else there, too. Something softer.

“I’m scared,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I’m terrified. But I want this. I want you.”

Her confession hit you like a wave, crashing through the walls you’d built in your own heart. You couldn’t stop the tears that welled in your eyes, couldn’t stop the sob that escaped your throat. You didn’t want to be scared anymore, either. You didn’t want to doubt everything you had with her, everything that was coming next.

You kissed her then, gently, softly. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desperation, but one of quiet understanding. Of shared fear, shared hope.

When you pulled away, you both stayed close, your foreheads resting against each other, breathing in unison.

“I’m not leaving,” you repeated, almost to yourself, as much as to her.

Jinx nodded, her breath shaky, but she didn’t pull away. “Promise?”

You smiled faintly through your tears, nodding in return. “I promise.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the silence between you stretch, the weight of everything pressing down on both of you. But there was a new understanding there now. An understanding that no matter how broken you both felt, no matter how terrifying the future seemed, you wouldn’t face it alone.

You had each other.

And that, for now, was enough.

YALL I LOVE THIS REQUEST!!

I want food

[aeraras]

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓈒⠀ ⠀𓏸⠀ ꒰͡    𝆬 ⠀ 𓇼     𝆬⠀ ⠀͡꒱ ⠀ ⠀𓏸⠀ 𓈒⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

[binsxturn]

🔹🦕PAMPERING UR BF JAKE! 🔹🦕

genre: fluff

wc: 805

ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ

The front door clicked open, and you immediately looked up from the couch where you’d been waiting. Jake stepped in, his usual bright energy dulled by exhaustion. His broad shoulders were slouched, and his soft eyes looked tired as he dropped his bag by the door. You could see that it had been a long day for him.

“Jakey?,” you called softly, standing up and walking toward him.

“Hey babe,” he said, his voice quiet but still warm as his lips curled into a faint smile. “Sorry I’m late.”

You shook your head, reaching for his hand. “No apologizing. You’ve been working so hard. Come on, sit down. Let me take care of you tonight.”

He chuckled lightly, though there was a flicker of relief in his eyes. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” you interrupted, giving him a pointed look. You tugged him toward the couch, guiding him to sit down. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Jake watched as you disappeared into the kitchen, his lips curving into a softer smile. A few moments later, you returned with a tray holding a steaming mug of chamomile tea and a small plate of his favorite snacks.

“You’re spoiling me babe,” he teased as you set the tray on the coffee table, but there was no mistaking the gratitude in his voice.

“That’s the point,” you said, sitting beside him and tucking one leg underneath you. “You deserve it.”

He sighed as he picked up the mug, the warmth seeping into his hands. “This smells amazing. You really didn’t have to do all this.”

“Jakey,” you said gently, resting a hand on his thigh, “you’re always taking care of everyone else. It’s my turn to take care of you. Let me do this, okay?”

He nodded, a soft blush creeping up his neck. “Okay.”

After he sipped his tea and ate a few bites of the snacks you prepared, you gently took his hand. “Now, let me help with all that tension you’re carrying around.”

“Really?” he asked, a little shyly, but there was a hint of eagerness in his voice.

You grinned. “Really. Come here.”

Jake shifted to sit on the floor in front of the couch, his back to you. You climbed behind him and placed your hands on his shoulders, gently kneading the stiff muscles. He let out a deep, relieved sigh, his head falling forward slightly as you worked.

“You’re so tense,” you murmured, your thumbs pressing into a knot just below his neck.

“Feels amazing,” he mumbled, his voice muffled and laced with exhaustion.

Smiling to yourself, you continued, working your way down his back and focusing on the areas where he carried the most tension. Every so often, Jake let out a soft groan, and you couldn’t help but giggle at how relaxed he sounded.

“Okay, lie down,” you said after a while, patting the couch.

Jake raised an eyebrow but obeyed, stretching out and resting his head in your lap. You placed your hands on his temples, gently massaging his scalp and brushing your fingers through his hair. His eyes fluttered shut, and his lips curved into a small, peaceful smile.

“This is the best,” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.

You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Good, because you deserve nothing less.”

Jake opened his eyes, gazing up at you. His hand reached up to brush against your cheek, and before you could say anything, he tugged you down for a kiss. His lips were soft and warm, moving slowly against yours, filled with quiet gratitude and affection.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “You really do too much for me baby.”

You smiled, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “You’re worth it.”

The rest of the evening passed in blissful peace, with you running your fingers through Jake’s hair as he dozed off in your lap, a soft smile on his face.

[reiinn]

⠀⠀ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

[rainbowxspooky]

💜🕸kafka x reader🎻💜

*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

[credits to @xoxoive for the header!!! If u like what u see, maybe check her out? :3 anyyywhoooo yep! I'm back at it with some more hcs, i believe i got a request but tumblr WAS BEING A B#### and wouldn't let me see the request.☺️ so to the person that requested, i hope ur seeing this! And to tumblr...fix ur site (=_=) but enough chat! Let's get to the headcannons!]

*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

°you're not sure how you and kafka got together...

°maybe it was because of her style...or how she could kill you at any moment?

°Hmm...🧐 maybe it was because of how gentle she is with you?..

°or maybe it's because despite kafka being a stellaron hunter...you still liked her for her.

°dawwww, look at you!! landing a shot with one of the most prettiest woman in hsr. [I'm almost jealous😏]

°let's start things off and say that...YOU'RE DATING A FUCKING DUCKING WANTED CRIMINAL-

°so expect you and kafka to move around a lot when you first start dating.

°speaking of dating...dates!

°dates between you and kafka can vary from the classic fancy resturant dates to running from the fricking law dates!

°or if that's not your fancy, you and kafka could enjoy each others company over a glass of wine.

°maybe she'd even play a song on the violin for you!

°however, you and kafka mainly do shopping dates, looking for cute accessories or that velvet coat that kafka thinks would look ✨️STUNNING✨️ on you.

°god- don't even get kafka STARTED on you in those lovely coats she loves 💜oh so much!💜

��oh whats that? you found something that caught your eye during one of your shopping trips? kafka will gladly pay for it.

°what's that?..it's too expensive?! oh hush, don't worry...kafka's got you covered.😉 (just don't ask her where the money came from)

°ok...pda...

°kafka doesn't mind pda, hand holding, arm around the shoulder...you name it!

°as long as kafka's with you, she's happy with whatever.

°believe or not, kafka is the "yapper" out of you two.

°sometimes kafka likes to ramble about coats, violins, the concept of fear .

°...ignoring that last part-

°basically if you lend kafka an ear, she'd appreciate it very much! ^v^

°idk why but I feel like kafka would use her "spirit whisper" on you.

°no reason in particular. (she just finds it's funny :3)

°since kafka is a setllaron hunter, she probably wouldn't be around much whenever she's on missions.

°there's a low chance she would let you go, it's too dangerous and she doesn't want to lose her darling reader.

°maybe if you can actually handle yourself, she'd consider it...

°however, (even if you're far apart) this doesn't stop her from calling in and checking up on her dear to see if she's okay.

°oh yea, kafka's petnames for you are dear, darling, and my widow~

°maybe that last one is because of her spider motifs but you'll never know for sure.🤷‍♀️

°overall, despite being on the run and having a sorta long distance relationship...you and kafka are very happy to have each other!

°who knows! maybe when you guys are off the run you can get married someday! ☺️💭💒

°but until then...you'll just have to run off with kafka after "accidentally" running into the IPC...or the zianzhou. ('-_-)

[seoyangi]

you know me like no other 🪷💭 •̩̩͙*˚

⠀⠀ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

[fawnl3t]

⠀⠀ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

[luvst4rc0r3]

“Slave” Pt.4

Jinx x F!Reader

WARNINGS:None

WC:878

NOTE: THERE IS GOING TO BE A PT.5

Pt.3 - Pt.5

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

Micheal hadn’t wanted to bring Isha, but she’d insisted.

“You can’t just go alone!” she’d signs, crossing her arms like she always did when she was being bossy. “I’m coming too. She needs to hear it from both of us.”

He’d reluctantly agreed, and now here they were, standing in Jinx’s wild, neon-colored hideout. It was like stepping into a dream—or a nightmare. Sparks flew from unfinished gadgets, graffiti covered every wall, and strange blueprints lay scattered across the floor.

Jinx was perched on a chair in the center of the chaos, muttering to herself as she fiddled with some machine. She hadn’t even noticed them yet.

“Hey!” Micheal called out, his small voice echoing.

Jinx’s head shot up, her mismatched eyes locking onto them. “Hey kids!” She said, kinda looking at them.

“You hurt my mom,” Micheal said, Isha pushing his arm. He sighs, “You hurt our mom”

Jinx froze, the teasing smirk slipping from her face. “What?”

“You hurt her!” Micheal snapped, stepping closer. “She cries because of you. She won’t say why, but I know. She talks about you sometimes—about how you left. She loved you, and you just acted like you didn’t care!”

“She needed you!” Isha signs, crossing her arms and glaring at Jinx. “And now she has to do everything on her own, and it’s not fair!”

Jinx stared at them, her hands shaking as she set the gadget down. “I…” Her voice faltered. She looked away, guilt etched into every feature. “I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“Then why did you leave?” Micheal demanded, his voice breaking. “If you cared about her, why did you let her leave?”

Jinx’s chest tightened. She had no answer.

ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

By the time you reached Jinx’s hideout, your heart was in your throat. You burst through the door, your eyes immediately landing on Micheal and Isha standing in front of her like two tiny warriors.

“Micheal!” you gasped, rushing to them. “What were you thinking? You can’t just—”

But your voice caught as your gaze shifted to Jinx. She looked… different. Smaller, somehow. Vulnerable. Her eyes flicked to you, wide and uncertain.

“Y/N…” she whispered, your name heavy with regret.

“Don’t,” you said sharply, pulling Micheal and Isha close. “Don’t say my name like that.”

She flinched, but before she could speak, Isha signs.

“She says you’re sad because of her,” Isha signs bluntly, her bright eyes narrowing at Jinx. “Are you?”

You hesitated, your throat tightening. “I… I was,” you admitted, your voice soft. “But I learned how to move on. I had to. For Micheal.”

Jinx swallowed hard, her hands clenching into fists. “I thought I was doing the right thing,” she said quietly. “I thought you’d be better off without me.”

“Why would you think that?” You demanded, your voice trembling.

Jinx hesitated, glancing at you. “Because I didn’t know how to stay. I thought… I thought I’d ruin you.”

“Well, you didn’t,” Micheal said firmly, his small hands on his hips. “But you made everything harder.”

ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

After the kids finally fell asleep (after countless of times Micheal tried to attack Jinx)—Micheal curled up on a chair and Isha leaning against him—you and Jinx sat together in the quiet.

“I’m sorry,” Jinx said, her voice barely audible. “For leaving. For everything.”

You sighed, your fingers tracing patterns on the edge of your sleeve. “I don’t know if I can forgive you for the pain you caused, Jinx. But I know Micheal and Isha would.”

She nodded, her mismatched eyes focused on the sleeping children. “I want to fix it,” she said. “I can’t change the past, but I can help now. I can… I can take some of the weight off your shoulders.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I can be here,” she said, her voice steady. “For you. For Micheal. For Isha. Whatever you need—I’ll do it. No more running, no more leaving.”

Your heart ached at her sincerity, at the hope in her voice. “It’s not that simple, Jinx.”

“I know,” she said quickly. “But I’m not going anywhere. Not this time.” She hesitated before reaching out, her fingers brushing against yours. “I want to be better—for you. For them. Can we… try?”

You stared at her, searching for any trace of doubt, but all you saw was determination.

“Okay,” you said softly. “But this isn’t just about me, Jinx. If you’re serious about this, you’re taking on Micheal and Isha too. They need stability. They need someone who won’t disappear when things get hard.”

“I can do that,” she said without hesitation.

You nodded, leaning back against the wall. “Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”

GUYS THERE IS GOING TO BE ANOTHER PART.

I want food.

[aziyasworld]

𓈈⠀⠀ 𝅄 ⠀᧔◍᧓ ⠀⠀ 𝅄 𓈈

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀୨ ₊ ┈ ⪩⪨ ┈ ₊ ୧

⠀⠀⠀⠀﹏⠀⠀⠀𔗨⠀⠀⠀⁺ ⠀𑁍 ⠀ ⁺⠀⠀⠀𔗨⠀⠀﹏⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝆬 𝅄 ◌⠀⠀ ꒰͜͡ ୭ ͜͡꒱ ◌ 𝅄 𝆬

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ׄ 　۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ ׄ

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓈒⠀ ⠀𓏸⠀ ꒰͡ 𝆬 ⠀ 𓇼 𝆬⠀ ⠀͡꒱ ⠀ ⠀𓏸⠀ 𓈒⠀⠀

⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰ ͜͡❀ ꒰ ୭ৎ ꒱ ❀ ͜͡ ꒱

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⌢ . ꒰ ⌢୨୧⌢ ꒱ . ⌢

⠀⠀ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*

[reiinn]

⠀⠀ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙

⠀⠀ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙ㅤ ওㅤㅤֺㅤ ⠀⠀✧ ⠀ ㅤֺㅤ ওㅤ ㅤ*̩̩͙‧͙*˚⁺‧͙