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fortunxa · 3 months ago
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Jinx with a drummer!reader
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Jinx x gn!reader
cw: mildly suggestive themes
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Jinx would absolutely think that playing the drums is easy at first.
She thought it was cool, but she wasn’t overly impressed.
That was until she heard you play.
Cue her raised eyebrows and curious smirk.
She tries it for herself just to make sure, but once she realizes that her playing doesn’t sound even remotely close to yours, that seals the deal.
This made her have a more analytical approach while watching you play. She wanted to understand the complexity of playing the drums.
She started noticing the rhythm and coordination, the timekeeping, the patterns and techniques, and it fascinated her.
She definitely appreciated your skill more after that.
Jinx would randomly come over, take a seat on the stool, and start hitting your drums as a way to relieve her tension.
She likes how the percussions drown out the voices, similar to her bombs.
So you let her, but a part of you would be worried about her damaging the set with how angry she could get.
She actually cracked your cymbal once and almost cried.
– “I didn’t mean to! I swear, I didn’t mean to!”
You had to comfort and reassure her that it happens sometimes, even to you.
She helped you repair it, of course, but she still gifted you a replacement for good measure.
After this, Jinx wanted you to teach her how to play. She said she was just itching to pick up a new skill, but she mostly wanted to learn how to properly care for your drum set so she could keep using it without the fear of damaging it.
She listens attentively while you show her the basics.
With her newfound understanding, she’s actually not half bad for a beginner. She picked up the rhythm quickly, and she already had natural coordination.
But this just inflated her ego.
– “Ha! Told you it was easy.”
She doesn’t mean what she says, she just loves to tease you.
You keep your worn-out drumsticks for her to snap in half when she gets upset.
The sight of you playing the drums turns her on.
The way you sit on your stool, looking so laid-back and confident. The way your arms tense ever so slightly as you play so effortlessly, lost in your own world.
It’s over if you start spinning your drumstick between your fingers.
Whenever she catches you lying on your stomach, she will pounce and start “drumming” on your backside.
You’ve become used to it after a while, so you just continue whatever you were doing and let her do her thing.
She will sometimes sit on your lap while you play, not caring if it distracts you. She just wants to be close.
Or she will straddle your lap and start kissing your neck, smirking to herself as she hears your playing falter while you get lost in the sensation.
– “Don’t mind me. Continue,” she’d murmur against your neck.
– “You’re such a tease.”
Jinx was slightly jealous when you told her about your small band. She wanted you all to herself, after all.
But, surprisingly, she didn’t try to pull you away from it either. She knew how much being able to express yourself through your music meant to you.
So, she settled on being there for you during your rehearsals.
She was, of course, analyzing the band’s dynamics, too, and taking notes of how the other members treat you.
Each glance, touch, and praise from them ignited her jealousy, but she remained collected, wanting to trust you.
But she’ll remind you, in more ways than one, that you’re hers after the rehearsal.
Jinx was the one to convince Silco to let your small band play at The Last Drop.
She wanted you to get some recognition, and she also wanted to show you off.
Silco protested at first, wanting only the best of the best to play at the bar, but her relentless arguments finally made him crack.
She obviously helped you transport your drum set and get set up.
The night of your first gig, you were nervous—and that’s putting it lightly. You didn’t want to disappoint the Eye of Zaun, after all.
But Jinx kept reassuring you, and when it was time for you to play, she was right there in the front row.
The patrons’ curious eyes had your heart thudding in your chest, but once you caught a glimpse of her soft and comforting gaze, nothing else mattered.
You let go of your inhibitions and started the show, quickly getting lost in your own world.
Seeing you let go of your fear and allowing yourself to enjoy the moment was beautiful to witness, and her eyes glimmered with pride as she tucked her lower lip between her teeth.
She didn’t care for the other band members. Her focus was solely on you. She knew that you were the one setting the tempo.
Her cheers could be heard over the hectic atmosphere of The Last Drop. The usually mysterious ‘loose cannon’ aggressively bobbing her head to the music was definitely a sight to see.
Once the gig was over, she ran up to you and kissed you passionately, unable to contain her excitement anymore.
Silco was impressed with how well you did and allowed you to continue playing from time to time.
Some things never change, and Jinx is always there to support you.
She also became your personal stylist, helping you put together outfits for each show.
– “You’re famous now, you have to look the part!”
You were definitely not famous—recognizable at best—but you appreciated her gesture.
She had Silco buy you a drum set to keep at The Last Drop so you didn’t have to worry about transporting your own each time.
He deducted it from your pay behind her back, but you didn’t have the heart to tell her.
She definitely marked your new drum set with her signature drawings.
She has a stash of drumsticks in her hideout in case you run out, and she’s so pleased with herself when it proves to be helpful.
She often asks you to play random sounds.
– “Oh! Oh! Play ‘ba dum tss’.”
And she laughs once you do as if it’s the funniest thing ever.
She gets her own private shows while she tinkers, and it always amazes you how she can maintain her focus while you play.
Whenever you mess up or get frustrated while learning a new song, Jinx is right there to comfort you.
She understands the pain of trial and error and what it’s like to not feel up to par, so she’s determined to chase those thoughts away from your mind.
– “You’re amazing, toots. Don’t ever doubt that. You’ll master it in no time, I know it.”
She would help you crack the pattern, and the both of you jump up and down in excitement once you finally learn it.
It’s safe to say that Jinx is your number one supporter.
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strawberrykidneystone · 12 days ago
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unexpected protection
summary: this was not how the mission was supposed to go, but with sevika curling herself around you, it was hard to complain
a/n: i’m such a sap for sevika this is embarrassing
tags: fluff, canon violence, explosions mentioned, kissing
thank you for the request anon!!
ao3 version
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you were supposed to keep an eye on isha while sevika and jinx fought with cait and vi. somehow, the little shit slipped down the balcony while you were busy watching the fight while trying not to bite your nails in worry and was now she was holding a gun to vi’s forehead.
you cursed under your breath and quickly vaulted down the wall with your gloved hand trailing down the concrete to slightly slow you down. sevika was definitely going to give you an earful after this. you landed close to the switch where the main explosive that the four of you had set up earlier was waiting to be flipped, and now seemed as good of a time as any.
yet no one moved a muscle, no one wanted this kid to shoot that gun. well of course until cait had shot the gun out of the poor kid’s hand. jinx had already decided to sacrifice herself and made you promise to take care of the kid, you were not going to break that promise.
as you turned your head to set the explosive off, sevika beat you to it and flipped the switch, quickly followed by a deep boom. jinx yelled out something that was quickly lost to the wind, a strong enough gust followed the blast that it was close to knocking you off of your feet. you watched as vi and cait were sent flying back, looking around desperately for your own anchor. the only reason you weren’t sent flying was because of your position behind a huge concrete block in front of you blocking the air from taking you away.
suddenly, you felt an arm around you that pushed you forward against the block. you recognized sevika immediately as she curled herself around you, pushing her body against yours while she clung to the wall with her mechanical arm. her flesh arm was wrapped firmly around you shoulders to the front of your chest. you hands came up and clung to her arm, shaking with the intensity of the wind trying to blow the two of you away. your heart was beating so loud that you could hear it in your ears and you hoped she couldn’t feel it hammering against her arm. you stole a glance at her face, needing to ensure that she was alright. she had her eyes closed tightly and was muttering to herself, it almost looked like she was praying.
shit, she was praying.
you took a deep breath and leaned your forehead against her arm, reassuringly squeezing your hands around her bicep. she dropped her head down to meet the crown of your scalp, you could feel her lips pressing against your hair and her warm breath puffing through her nose. it felt like she was burying her nose in your hair, but you just chalked that up to the strength of the wind jerking the two of you around.
you had never been this physically close to her before, only exchanging playful shoulder checks or nudges at best. now though, this felt oddly personal, very odd for sevika as she usually treated you with indifference most of the time. being this close to her felt so natural, her warmth enveloping you as it effortlessly radiated off her. you couldn’t tell if it was her natural body heat or if her mechanical arm was overheating, but you savored it regardless. sevika just felt… safe. she was always a rock you could count on, even after silco died, she let you hang around the last drop, trusting you enough to let you attempt to fix her broken arm. fine, you’d admit it, you had a huge crush on her. how could you not???
after what felt like hours, the wind finally subsided. you heard sevika’s mechanical arm unlatch from the block with a satisfying crunch. you let go of her arm and she surprisingly stayed crouched down in front of you, keeping her flesh arm planted by your head.
you wiggled around and faced her, as soon as you met her eyes the rest of the world began to melt away. you reached up and cupped her cheeks, eyes darting briefly to her lips before locking eyes with her once again. she pushed herself forward and crashed her lips into yours with such passion and ferocity, it nearly knocked you on your ass. you swung your arms around her neck and met her passion tenfold, pressing your lips so hard into hers that you’re pretty sure you forgot how to breathe. her flesh hand wrapped around your waist and gripped you so hard that her nails were digging into your skin while her mechanical arm lay dormant to the side. in this moment, there were no enforcers, no top side threats, nothing could bring you down from having sevika sliding her lips against yours so perfectly, you’d swear your lips were made solely to kiss her.
you broke the kiss when you started to feel so lightheaded you thought you were going to faint, a dazed smile adoring your face as you looked up at her. she looked frazzled, which was very unlike sevika, and was panting just as hard as you. she rested her forehead against yours and caught her breath while your hands tangled in her hair, still sweaty from the fight.
“i didn’t know how much i wanted to do that until i almost lost you,” she whispered with an unfamiliar, yet not unwelcome tenderness laced in her voice.
you giggled and shook your head, kissing her nose, “better late than never i guess.”
a half-smirk crept onto her lips and she snorted, looking at you with nothing but adoration in her eyes. as she leaned in to kiss you again, a dramatic groan sounded from the other side of the building.
“can you two stop making out? we have to go before the enforcers come back!” jinx yelled out from a higher ledge, isha clinging onto her leg.
“yeah yeah one second brat,” sevika snapped, with no actual bite to her voice. she pressed one last soft kiss to your lips before standing up, offering her flesh hand down to you. taking her hand, you stood up and laced your fingers with hers, and gave a quick nod to jinx.
“let's get out of here.”
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mirapril · 3 days ago
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help how did i already read all the new arcane fics
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jinxedbychaos · 1 month ago
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Cuddles
Just cuddling with Jinx
Jinx x gn!reader
Warnings: bitting that's all
I'm pretty sure I don't use any pronouns for reader (But if I did pls let me know.)
Request are open!
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The two of you are in bed after a long day, Jinx sprawled on top of you with her arms wrapped around your torso, her head nestled against your neck. Her breath is warm against your skin. each exhale soft and even. Moments like this, where she is relaxed and quiet can be quite rare.
Thinking she's asleep, you gently caress her long blue hair, savoring the peacefulness of the moment. The rise and fall of her breathing, the warmth of her body pressed against you, it all feels so serene, a brief scape from the chaos that usually surrounds her. But just as you're lost in the calm, without any warning, she shifts slightly, her face pressing closer to your neck. Suddenly, you feel the sharp sting of teeth sinking into your skin.
"Ah! Jinx!" you whine, your neck throbbing in protest as you flinch. "I told you not to bite me" you scold her, trying to gently push her away. But instead of backing off, she only tightens her grip around you, her giggles muffled against your skin.
"Nooo" she protest, nuzzling deeper into your neck, trying to stay comfortable "I just want everyone to know you're still mine!"
You cant help but chuckle at her reasoning, shaking your head in amusement "Jinx, I think they get the message without the bite marks" you tease
"Maybe, buuut bite marks are way more memorable!" she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
you sigh, playfully exasperated. "You're impossible, you know that?" you say poking her sides just enough to make her squirm and burst into giggles.
"That' just another word for extra especial" she says with a grin, finally loosening her grip enough for you to turn and face her, her eyes locking onto yours for a brief moment. Then, before you can react, she leans in, Planting a quick kiss on your lips before immediately burying her face back into your bitten neck once again, her giggles vibrating against your skin.
You chuckle softly, shaking your head. "You're really something, you know that?" you murmur, your fingers returning to her hair, gently threading through the tangled strands.
Even with her strange, sometimes chaotic ways of showing love, there's something comforting about it. Despite the bites, the mischief, and the madness, you wouldn't change a thing. you let out a contented sigh, holding her close, the warmth of her body and the sound of her quiet giggles filling the room.
In her own wild, unpredictable way, Jinx is everything you need.
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mxltifxnd0m · 10 days ago
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late night talking ✤ s. winchester
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summary: neither you nor sam are tired, so you guys stay up and talk; [a part of season of the witch verse!]
pairings: established! sam winchester x witch! reader, sam winchester x gn afab! reader
word count: 3.4K
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warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', fluff, whole bunch of fluff, mentions of dead parents, a little bit of angst, reader is given nickname 'jinx', kinda edited, the title is inspired by the song by harry styles
a/n: ahh first fic for season of the witch verse! im legit so excited for this little universe and so i hope you guys enjoy it! also this was inspired by a really old fic i had written a long time ago :)
enjoy the fic! please like, comment, and reblog! your feedback fuels me <3
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𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
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You could feel the cold creep into the bunker as the leaves on the trees surrounding the bunker turned red and orange as they fell from the branches. You were practically jumping for joy as you got to indulge in the cooler temperatures, being able to wear warmer clothing, enjoying hot drinks, visiting pumpkin patches, and adoring the warm spices and scents that the autumn season brought for the coming months before the harshness of the winter weather Kansas had. 
You and Sam came back from a day filled with fall festivities. You guys went apple picking in the morning before you went to the local farmers market that the town would have bi-weekly and walked around for a while, holding hands as the two of you strolled down the stalls of the local business owners selling their products.  Some food trucks were set up around the perimeter of the market, and one of them was selling hot cider and other warm drinks; despite your protests of you paying for the drinks, Sam had ended up paying for the hot ciders you ordered for the both of you with a cheeky grin. 
The farmers market was hosted at the nearby park, so the two of you sat down on a bench and people-watched while you guys sipped on the hot ciders that warmed your insides while you drank it. Before you knew it, it was late afternoon, nearing evening, so the two of you decided to pick up some dinner. You went to the cozy diner in town, and once the two of you were done, you picked up some food and pie for Dean before heading back to the bunker. 
Dean thanked you with a grin when he looked inside the bag of food you had given him and retreated into the “Dean Cave,” where you believe he spent most of his day just watching Netflix.  You shook your head and smiled to yourself before heading to your room to get ready for bed. 
It wasn’t late when you and Sam got back home. But the chilly October air lingered and had settled in your skin, so you quickly gathered your pajamas, which consisted of a gray woolen sweater (that definitely was yours and not stolen from Sam), black sweats, and some fuzzy socks that you had bought as soon the weather started to cool down because you learned the hard way that the tiled floor of the bunker was not kind to bare feet in the colder months. You took a hot shower before changing into your pajamas and made your way into your shared room with Sam. 
You leaned on the doorway of the room and couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face when you saw Sam already in bed and sitting against the headboard, reading the book he kept on his nightstand. He didn’t seem to notice you yet, Sam being wholly enraptured in the tale he was pulled into. You didn’t dare disturb him, so you took the time to admire him from your spot in the doorway. 
Sam was wearing a simple black long-sleeve shirt, but you could see the initials of your name that you had embroidered on the left cuff of the sleeve. Your smile grew when you realized he was wearing the shirt (among many other shirts and pants) that you embroidered your initials on for his birthday. At first, he hadn’t noticed them until Dean pointed them out one day when one of them accidentally got mixed up in his laundry. You remembered how flustered he got when he asked you about it, but he still wore the garments that you had given him. 
Your eyes trailed down to see what he was wearing for pants, but his legs were covered by the duvet. You could imagine that he was either wearing a thin pair of sweats or just his boxers and socks since he was the living embodiment of a furnace.  Your gaze flicked back up when you saw Sam absent-mindedly tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. That was when he saw you out of the corner of his eye, and your eyes met his. 
Sam smiled at you, saved the page he was on with a bookmark, and closed his book. “Hey.” He said softly. 
“Hi.” You kicked off of the doorway and made your way to the bed. Sam set his book on the nightstand and held his hand out for you to take. 
“Such a gentleman, Sammy.” You couldn’t help but gently tease him as you took his warm hand. 
Sam chuckled as he shook his head. “Only for you honey.” His hand guided you as you climbed on the bed and sat in his lap. Sam let go of your hand to rest his on your thighs as your palms settled on his broad shoulders. 
“Have fun today?” He asked as his hands slid up from your legs and to your waist. He snuck underneath your (his) sweater to rub at your skin soothingly. 
You nodded. “Very. Feels like it’s been ages since we had a proper date without Dean involved.” 
As much as you love Dean, you’re sure that he was sick of third wheeling with you and his brother since monsters decided that it was primetime to cause murder and mayhem. So you were dragged all over the country for the past couple of weeks helping the boys research and kill monsters. It was only until the last hunt that involved some ghouls that the three of you made it back to the bunker, and it seemed that the monster activity had quieted. That was a little over a week ago, and trouble with the supernatural seemed to die down, so the two of you decided to have an impromptu date today after recuperating in the bunker for the past couple of days. 
Sam huffed a laugh through his nose. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s happy that he didn’t have to see us ‘canoodling.’” 
“But you have to admit that it’s funny to annoy him by acting like an obnoxious couple.” 
Sam pursed his lips, but you could tell he was trying to hold back a smile, the twitch of his lips becoming more evident. “It’s a little funny.” 
You shot him a cocky grin. “Told you.”
“Whatever.” Sam rolled his eyes at you, but a smile broke on his face. 
“Your words are telling one thing, but your face is telling me another Winchester.” You said as you poked one of his dimples when he smiled. 
You let out a giggle when he tried to swat your hand away from his face and missed it. 
“Why do you always do that?” 
You shrugged. “Because I want to. And I love your dimples.” 
Sam would never admit it, but a slight blush formed on his face at your admission. Sam wasn’t used to the amount of affection in his relationships. He ducked his head down slightly, making some of his hair fall in his face. Before he could tuck the wayward strands behind his ear, you beat him to it. You brushed the hair back and rested your hand on his cheek, feeling the slight prickle of the stubble beginning to grow against your palm. 
You sent him a soft smile before leaning in and pressing your lips against his. You could feel him smile into the kiss before slowly moving his lips against yours. Sam’s lips were soft and warm as the two of you shared a sweet kiss. The two of you pulled away gently, not straying too far, having rested your forehead against his. You and Sam were in your own bubble, content with sitting in silence as you took solace in each other’s presence.
After a few moments, you gave Sam a quick peck on the lips before you moved off of Sam and towards your side of the bed. He let go of you, letting you get settled under the covers, before pulling you towards him, Sam tucking you into his side. Your head was lying on his chest as his arm wrapped around your shoulders, and your arm was strewn across his chest while your legs tangled with his. 
Both of you let out satisfied sighs as you settled in each other’s embrace. You let Sam’s scent engulf you, and you nuzzled your head further into his chest. You could feel his hand resting on your arm and drawing random shapes on top of the sweater, trailing up and down as the two of you lay in bed together. 
“You know, my mom would have liked you.” Your voice felt deafening in the nearly silent room. 
You felt Sam’s hand stop on your arm, probably out of surprise that you brought her up. You didn’t talk about your mom, or your parents for that matter, often. 
“Really?” His voice was low, but you could hear the lingering curiosity in it. 
You shifted in Sam’s arms, propping your chin on his chest and looking up at Sam. You were immediately captured in Sam’s hazel gaze. They were a mix of emeralds and gold swimming together in the warm lighting provided by the lamp on Sam’s nightstand. 
You felt the corner of your lip twitch as you nodded at Sam. “Yeah, she was really picky with the partners I would bring home. She liked maybe two out of the ones she had officially met.”
“How many people did you bring home?” Sam’s brows furrowed, causing the tell-tale crease in between them when he got curious and asked questions. 
“Around five.” 
Sam raised an eyebrow at you. “Around five?” He parroted your words with a questioning tone, but a half-smile was on his face. You felt his hand on your back and traced up and down your spine. 
You huffed at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “Sorry, she met five of my partners.” You rolled your eyes at him. “But, you would have been the sixth.” you murmured. 
His smile dimmed, Sam’s hand stilling on your back. “What would she have said to you if she met me?” 
You smiled at the thought of your mother and Sam meeting. “Well, she would have immediately commented on the fact that you’re too attractive for your own good.”
Sam rolled his eyes at you. “Right.” 
“I’m not joking!” You couldn’t help but laugh and sit up. “My mom was an honest woman, and she let people know what she thought.” Sam’s arm was wrapped around your waist as he looked up at you from his position, lying against his pillow. 
“Mhm, okay. What else would she have said?” 
You could tell that Sam didn’t exactly believe you, but you moved on. “She’d be able to see that you’re adorable, considerate, intelligent, and empathetic. Mom had this thing where she could tell if you had good intentions or not by a gut feeling.”
“Did you inherit this from your mom?” 
You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Maybe? It doesn’t work sometimes.” You thought back to your previous partners you had before dating Sam. 
“Well, let’s speculate. What do you think she’d think I’d have?” Sam sat up and rested his back against the headboard.
You purse your lips in thought before responding. “Mom would have said that you have only the best intentions when it comes to dating me.” 
Sam’s face softened. “I do.” 
“I know. That was the only time that it seemed to work for me.” You paused before the gentle smile that was on your face turned into a smirk. “But you would have lost brownie points by being a hunter.” 
“Yeah, can’t blame her.” Sam couldn’t help but agree with that notion, and he shook his head, chuckling. You let out a light laugh alongside his chuckling. You leaned back and tucked yourself underneath Sam’s arm. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you rested your head on his shoulder. 
There was a lull of silence that settled between the two of you. 
Sam leaned over and kissed the side of your head before laying his head against yours. “Tired yet?” He murmured. 
You glanced at the clock on your nightstand. “Not yet.” You answered back just as quietly. 
“Have any stories about your mom? I know you don’t talk about her often, but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” 
You shook your head as you reached over and grabbed Sam’s free hand. “It’s fine, I have plenty of stories about her.” You swallowed thickly. It had been years since she had died, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t hard to talk about her. 
“But, I remember when we had moved to California for a couple of months after Dad died, and she was able to rent out a beach house for the summer.” You smiled fondly as you began to remember your summer that year. 
“She refused to tell me how she was able to get a beach house, but we spent practically everyday outside and enjoying the ocean. Mom was even able to get us surfing lessons for the summer.” 
“Were you any good at it?” Sam asked. 
“Yeah, I got pretty good at it after a couple of lessons. But she was terrible at it.” You laughed, your mind flicking through all of the times your mom fell when trying to stand up on the surfboard when trying to ride a wave. 
“You would think a seasoned hunter like her would have great balance, but I guess it didn’t translate to the water.” You smirked sadly. 
Sam laughed lightly at your words, squeezing your hand that was in his. “That sounded like a lot of fun.” 
“Mhm, it was.” You sighed. “She was the best.” 
“She sounded like a wonderful woman. I wish I could have met her.” 
You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked up at Sam to find that his gaze was already on you. “So do I.” You murmured. 
Sam sent you a sad smile before leaving a small kiss on your forehead. He shifted down on the bed, pulling you down with him, returning to the previous position that the two of you were in earlier. 
You felt the warmth emanating from Sam’s chest as your cheek rested against it. You hadn’t let go of his hand as the two of you went back to lying on your bed, which rested on his stomach. You could practically hear the questions rattling around Sam’s brain as his fingers traced circles on your back. His ministrations were soothing and slowly lulled you to sleep. Your eyes eventually fell closed as your breathing began to even out. 
“Do you ever think we’ll have a life outside of hunting?” Sam’s question was hushed, but it caught your attention as your eyes snapped open, and you took in a harsh breath as you thought about your words.
“Is that something you want?” You looked up at him to see him looking up at the ceiling, his face pensive. 
Sam frowned slightly as he gave you a half-hearted shrug. “I don’t know anymore. I’ve tried so many times, but hunting always seems to pull me back in.” Sam looked down at you with somber eyes, his once hazel eyes looking stormy and gray, his brain becoming a frenzy of thoughts filled with doubt and regret. 
“Stop.” You untangled your hand from his and took his chin in between your index and thumb. “I know what you’re thinking, and no it’s not your fault. I chose to come back into this life.”
Sam’s frown deepened. You knew that he blamed himself for pulling you into his world of crazy and despair. You huffed at him before getting out of his grip and straddling his lap once more. You grabbed his face and stared deep into his eyes. 
“You better listen closely Sam, because I’m only going to say this once. It is not your fault that I’m here and hunting. Yes, I was living a normal life, but let’s face it, being a witch doesn’t allow normalcy. I was going to get dragged back into the world of the supernatural one way or another.” You let one of your hands fall from his cheek to rest on his heart.  “It just so happened that you are a part of this world that had pulled me back in.” 
“But, I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re stuck with me, Winchester, got it?” You sent him a toothy smile as you felt his heartbeat against your palm. 
Sam couldn’t help but also smile at the sight of yours. “Understood.”
“Good. And to answer your question. I’m on the side of optimism here, so I like to think that we will.” 
“Really?” Sam’s tone was filled with intrigue. It wasn’t every day that he saw you be optimistic, knowing that you had a realistic outlook on life. 
You nodded. “Mhm. I’m not a divination witch but, I have this feeling that there’s a light at the end of this tunnel and the two of us and Dean are going to get our happy endings. We just have to wait and see what happens.” 
Sam raised an eyebrow at you. “You think so?” 
“Call it a really intense gut feeling.” 
“So it’s a maybe.” Sam said sassily. 
You slapped Sam’s chest in retaliation as he chuckled. “Shut up, who’s the witch here?” 
“Hey, I was the one who had visions.” 
“Did you see that far into the future? Besides, where are those powers now?” You raised an eyebrow at Sam. 
Sam’s lips thinned before pressing them together. You smiled at him as he tried to think of a response, but you both knew that you had gotten him. 
“That’s what I thought.” You sent him a smug smile before pinching his cheek with the hand that was still resting on his face. 
Sam scowled at you before it turned into a mischievous smile. Before you knew it, Sam had flipped you on your back. You landed on the mattress with a sharp yelp leaving your lips as Sam hovered over you. You recognized the glint that was in his eyes, and before you could stop Sam, he started to tickle your sides, poking and prodding at them. You erupted into giggles as you tried to escape his hands. You were pushing at his hands as your legs flailed behind Sam’s giant form straddling you. 
Sam only stopped when you yelled out ‘Uncle’ and had the smuggest smile on his face as he pulled his hands away. 
“I hate you.” You breathed out, your chest heaving as you calmed down from getting attacked by Sam’s hands. 
“No you don’t.” Sam had moved to hover over you, now resting his forehead against yours. 
“Yeah, I do.” 
Sam let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re impossible.” 
“Me, impossible? Never.” You couldn’t help teasing as you bit your bottom lip and looked at Sam. 
Sam’s lips were brushing against yours as he spoke. “Right.” He drawled out in a low voice, and you could feel yourself melting at the sound of the deep timbre of his voice. 
Before you could make another snarky remark, Sam pressed his lips on yours in a languid kiss. Your hands flew to his shoulders and slid up to rest on the nape of his neck as he deepened the kiss. You felt his tongue swipe at the seam of your lips, and you all but let the taste of him flood your senses. You could faintly taste the mint of his toothpaste, but it was all purely Sam. He kept the kiss slow, but it was filled with passion as he licked at your mouth and how your tongues intertwined with one another. But you could vaguely feel your lungs start to burn at the lack of oxygen they were getting, so you pulled away from Sam. 
You didn’t stray far, letting him rest his forehead against his as the both of you caught your breath. There were mirrored smiles on either of your faces. They were filled with content and love as you gazed at each other. 
“I love you Jinx.” Sam whispered. 
“I love you, my heart.” You whispered back at him. 
Sam left a lingering kiss on your lips before moving off of you, and the two of you settled back into each other’s arms. Sam’s arms were wrapped around your shoulder and waist as your face was squished against his warm chest, letting your legs intertwine with each other once more, the two of you fitting together like two pieces of an unsolved puzzle. The two of you eventually drifted off, dreaming of each other and the future that awaited you and Sam. 
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dissapointu · 2 days ago
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“Chaos and Comfort”
The flickering lights of the makeshift hideout cast strange shadows across the walls, dancing and warping in time with the constant hum of the machines around you. It’s a familiar setting—too familiar, in fact. The thrill of a job well done has long faded, and now it’s just the two of you.
Jinx. Or Powder. You never quite know which name to call her these days. There are moments when the spark of her chaotic, unpredictable self bursts out, and then others when she retreats, becoming the girl you once knew—the girl who hid behind her wild blue hair and manic grin.
Tonight, however, she’s somewhere in between.
You sit on the couch, the silence between you punctuated only by the distant sounds of Zaun. The atmosphere is thick, heavy, as Jinx hovers near a table full of half-finished projects—scraps of metal, old guns, and broken gadgets. Her fingers twitch restlessly as she rearranges the pieces, but her mind is elsewhere, caught up in something she can’t quite articulate.
For a moment, you just watch her. The way her wild, electric-blue hair falls in a messy curtain around her face, the way her eyes glint with that ever-present hint of mischief and mania. You’ve come to understand her—at least, in your own way. But even after all this time, there’s still so much you don’t know about the girl behind the explosions and the madness.
“Hey,” you say softly, your voice breaking the stillness in the room. “You okay?”
Jinx doesn’t answer at first. She just looks up at you, her lips curling into a smirk. But there’s something different in her eyes. Something that feels more like vulnerability than her usual manic energy.
“Of course I’m okay,” she says with a sharp laugh, though it’s not entirely convincing. “I’m always okay!”
But you can see through the act. You’ve known her long enough to read the signs. The way her hands fidget, the way her breath catches every now and then, the way her eyes flicker between the chaos of her world and the quiet comfort of yours.
You stand up from the couch, crossing the room slowly. Jinx watches you the whole time, her expression unreadable. When you reach her, you gently take her hand, pulling her away from the mess of metal on the table.
She tenses for a second, but then she sighs, her shoulders slumping in a rare moment of tiredness. You guide her back to the couch, your movements slow and steady, as if you’re trying to make her understand she can just relax for once. That there’s no rush. No danger.
“Come on,” you coax, settling next to her and pulling her against your side. “Just… for a minute, let yourself rest.”
Jinx’s breath hitches for a second, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans into you, her head resting on your shoulder, her messy hair brushing against your neck.
“Yeah, I guess I could use a break,” she admits in a quieter voice. For a moment, her usual cocky demeanor falters, replaced by something softer, more fragile. “I’m always so… busy, you know? Trying to keep everything from falling apart.”
You rub small circles on her back, your thumb brushing over the familiar scars from her past, a past that you know is too painful for her to fully face. You know Jinx carries the weight of her actions and the mistakes she’s made. It’s something she doesn’t talk about much—if at all—but you can feel it in the way she holds herself, in the way she hides behind her laughter and chaos.
“You don’t have to do it all alone,” you say gently, your words wrapped in tenderness, hoping she hears them. “I’m here.”
Jinx doesn’t respond immediately, but you feel her relax a little more, her body sinking further into your embrace. You’re not sure how long you stay like that, the world outside slowly fading into the background as the two of you simply exist together. It’s a rare moment of peace in a world that is anything but.
Her hand shifts to grip your shirt, just lightly, as if grounding herself in this moment of calm. The hint of a smile tugs at the corner of her lips, and she tilts her head to meet your gaze, her eyes softer than you’ve seen in a long time.
“I know, I know,” she says, her voice muffled against your shoulder, but you hear the sincerity in it. “I just… forget sometimes. Thanks for reminding me.”
You smile back, your hand brushing through her hair.
“You don’t have to thank me, Jinx,” you reply softly. “I’m always here, alright?”
She looks up at you then, her wild eyes still a little guarded, but there’s a flicker of something in them that makes your heart tighten. Maybe it’s hope. Or trust. Or maybe—just maybe—it’s a moment of genuine connection, buried beneath all the chaos she’s built around herself.
The smile she gives you this time is real. It’s small but warm, and in that moment, the madness of Zaun feels just a little farther away.
And for once, everything feels alright.
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just-a-sewer-goblin · 9 months ago
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SFW only
Oneshots
Sacrifice Reader takes Powder's crystals and hands them over to the enforcers presenting herself as the scapegoat. Being the last kid that Vander had taken in no one would even miss her, right?
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Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. When the bloodbank got robbed Caitlyn has nothing to feed on. You're more than willing to share your blood. - blood, blood sucking, petname bunny, kisses -
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Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. When you realize you're being stalked by a Vampire you don't see any other way besides confronting them. - blood, blood sucking -
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Silco x gn!reader Soft Silco as a dad hours. pure fluff
Silco x fem!reader Silco is late and his girls can't help but worry
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Series
Vander x Bartender!Waitress!reader A series of little standalone fics following fem!reader and her relationship with Vander and their kids Warnings at the start of each chapter - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 -
Oneshots
Vander x fem!reader When Vander wants to sacrifice himself you realize that you can't let him do it. The kids need him. The lanes need him. - angst, hurt/comfort, abduction, forced drug use, torture, character death -
Vander x fem!reader You have a panic attack, luckily Vander is there to help. - panic attack, explicit violence/gore -
Mother's Day Vander x fem!reader The kids and Vander prepare a surprise for you.
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Vampire!Vi/Caitlyn/Jinx x gn!reader One scenario for each. You're bad at fighting and Vi hates injustice. - blood, blood sucking, Vi punches people (surprise), hand/wrist kisses) -
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swiftholic-13 · 3 days ago
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I’m taking requests for Arcane. Anything for Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Ekko, Viktor (romantic or platonic but no smut).
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tales-from-elysivm · 8 months ago
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˗ˏˋ ꒰ arcane masterlist ꒱ ˎˊ˗
~ a masterlist for my arcane fanfics ~
vi
bark like you want it (vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader)
just keep driving (vi x gn!reader, jinx x gn!reader)
jinx
get jinxed (jinx x f!reader)
just keep driving (vi x gn!reader, jinx x gn!reader)
sevika
bark like you want it (vi x f!reader, sevika x f!reader)
mel
n/a
jayce
n/a
viktor
n/a
silco
n/a
vander
n/a
caitlyn
n/a
ekko
n/a
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itztim3todi3 · 2 years ago
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ʜᴜɢs ʜᴜɢs
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Headcanons of how I think their hugs are/how they react to hugs(?) :)
Requests | Open (read rules on pinned first)
Fandoms | Demon Slayer, Seven Deadly Sins, Arcane-League of Legends, and Spy x Family
Platonic or Romantic? | Can be either (went for more romantic I think)
ᴋʏᴏᴜᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ (ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ sʟᴀʏᴇʀ)
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His hugs are warm and refreshing, like a bear hug due to his flame breathing
Hes typically always warm, due to this breathing, plus it's just who he is
This is one of the times that he's, usually, quiet
He likes to remember these moments when you're in his arms because, as sad as it is, it could be the last time
He wants to wrap his arms around your frame, smaller or larger, and just hold you close, breathing in your scent and basking in your warmth
He likes the feeling of your arms wrapping around his frame, your lips kissing his cheek lightly before burying your head into his shoulder/chest
ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀʟᴇǫᴜɪɴ (sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ sɪɴs)
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His hugs are shy yet protective, his small stature making it a bit hard for him to wrap his arms around your waist (unless you're his height/shorter)
He likes to have your head on his chest, whether you're smaller or taller than him, he likes the feeling of being able to protect you
But he does love cuddling into your stomach or chest, he likes feeling protected himself, to feel loved and wanted as you play with his hair
Affection is new to him, hes not that used to it but he loves it, hes just a little shy about it
ᴊɪɴx (ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ-ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴏғ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs)
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Her hugs are fun, tight, and usually playful! She loves to squeeze you and swing you around as she holds you close
Her laugh is echoing in the room as she hears your pleas to be let go, but she knows that you don't want her to let go
There are those moments when she just wants a soft, calming hug
Your hands gently running through her hair or down her back, words of reassurance falling from your lips as she buries her face into your neck
She likes to fall to her knees in front of you when she's feeling down and just burry herself into your stomach, sometimes lifting your shirt for skin-on-skin contact
She loves how warm it is, and how much it makes her feel safe and at home
ʏᴏʀ ғᴏʀɢᴇʀ (sᴘʏ x ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ)
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Her hugs are a bit awkward yet soft, her hands automatically rubbing your back in comfort, her muscles a bit stiff but relaxing when she senses no danger
She loves hugs, she never really got affection from anyone besides her brother so she loves it 
She loves the way your hands fit perfectly on her hips, the way her head seems to fit into your neck like a puzzle piece
She loves how it's quiet enough that she can hear your heartbeat but it's not too quiet as she hears your voice mumbling things to her or the air conditioner running in the background
She loves how your warmth stays on her skin as your hands leave hers, her mind begging her to pull you back in and just keep you there for the rest of eternity
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call-me-resenei · 3 months ago
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JINX x Gn!Reader
Their Kinks!
JINX Manhwa
JINX x Reader
Warning⚠: Nsfw, ETC🚫❕
🚩Joo Jaekyung:
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• He uses toys. (The ones that he uses on Kim Dan)
• I can tell he likes being called Daddy. If his S/O or toy soulmate calls him Daddy he will be not be that surprised but he will be amused and will tease them and will force them to say it. Daddy Kink.
• Breeding kink. He does not say that he hates or doesn't like kids at all. To be honestly though he does dislike kids he also likes them alot. Some children get scared of him while some are fascinated by him plus in the end kids like him alot.
• He usually never uses condom. But also does if he wants to.
• BDSM for sure.
• Overstimulation kink
• Choking Kink.
🩺 Kim Dan:
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• He honestly loves kids and kids love him back. Breeding kink.
• I know this is not a kink but at first he hates and doesn't feel comfortable with sex toys whether using it on his S/O or his S/O using it on him.
• Later on after using sex toys for 1-2 months continuously he will feel comfortable with them
• In the end he will like sex toys.
• Will wear condom if his S/O says to and when he feels he should if he's thrusting into them.
🎬Choi Heesung:
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• BDSM
• Breeding kink. Kids find him weird at first but end up loving him. He also wants alot of children. (Around 6-8).
• Daddy kink
• Wears condom most of the time but not always.
• Overstimulation Kink. “C'mon I know you can keep up” He likes pushing his S/O or play thing S/O to the edge.
• Sex toys are something that he will use 50% of the time and the other 50% he does not use toys. It really depends on his mood so if he's feeling like it he will use toys on them.
🧋Hwang Yoongu:
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• Will definitely not wear Condom but will wear if his S/O forces him to.
• Choking Kink. (I can see him being choked and I can see him choking his S/O)
• Sometimes uses toys but not usually.
• He says that he hates kids but he actually really likes them and they like him too. Breeding kink.
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fortunxa · 5 days ago
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the sound of her absence
Jinx and Isha
summary: Bravery wasn’t in the noise, the chaos—it was in the silence that stood still against the storm.
cw: pain. nothing act II didn’t already deliver. reader not mentioned.
author’s note: i’m quick with it.
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Zaun was a furnace, its heart always burning, always devouring. The city had been forged in suffering, a machine that never stopped grinding down the weak. And yet, somehow, in all its fire and ruin, a single spark of warmth had dared to flicker. A warmth impossibly out of place in the cold steel of Jinx's world.
Isha.
Her face came back to her, vivid and bright in her mind's eye. Wide, eager eyes that shined brighter than the neon glow of the city, full of a hope that had no place here, sparkling with questions, with admiration, with trust. The small, knowing smile of hers or the shrug of her shoulders, the one that said, "I'll be fine". And that moment—that moment—when Jinx's gaze locked with hers in the middle of the battle, when the world around them turned to fire and blood.
When the child who didn’t speak answered the world’s violence with bravery.
She had looked so steady. So determined.
So much like Jinx—staring down the chaos as if daring it to break her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, but it didn’t stop the image. Isha, tiny and frail and far too fearless, standing in the firestorm. Her chest puffed up like Jinx's always did, that same reckless grin trying to stretch across her soft, round face. She had called out for her, her voice tearing raw against the chaos, but Isha didn’t hear her.
Or maybe she had. Maybe that was the problem.
She had always listened too closely.
The hideout was too quiet now, smothered beneath the weight of an absence Jinx couldn’t ignore, louder than any explosion she could create.
Her hands curled into fists at her sides, nails biting into her palms and leaving bloody crescent shapes. The smog-heavy air seemed thicker tonight, each breath heavier than the last. She paced back and forth, her boots scuffing the floor, the sound filling the oppressive silence. She couldn't stop replaying it in her mind.
The air still smelled of gunpowder, acrid and sour, like a wound festering. Her fingers, smudged with grease and blood, itched for something to fix, but there was nothing left to save.
Jinx hadn’t been fast enough.
She hadn’t been good enough.
She hadn’t saved her.
She dropped to her knees, her fists slamming against the floor. The sound echoed through the empty space, but it did nothing to drown out the memory of Isha’s final moments. The way she’d thrown herself forward, packing gemstone after gemstone—overloading the power source of the pistol—before firing it at Vander. Or what used to be Vander, at least.
Hot and bitter tears blurred Jinx’s vision, dripping down onto the cold floor beneath her. She pressed her hands to her face, shaking her head as if she could shake away the weight in her chest.
“Why’d you do it?” she whispered, her voice trembling. It cracked beneath the weight of the question, but the silence gave no answers. “You were supposed to stick around. You were supposed to live. Not… not this. Not for me.” Not for anyone.
But there had been no hesitation in Isha’s eyes.
Jinx slammed her fist into the floor again, harder this time, until pain bloomed across her knuckles like some cruel reminder that she was still here, alive, while Isha wasn’t. “You didn’t have to prove anything!” she shouted into the void. “You were already… You were perfect. You didn’t have to—” Her voice broke, the words dying in her throat.
She crumpled in on herself, her knees pulled tight to her chest, as though folding herself small enough could make the world rewind. Make it undo itself.
She opened her eyes to the dim, scattered wreckage of her hideout and glanced up at the walls, where one of Isha’s stick figures still smiled beside a crooked sun.
“Stop haunting me,” she hissed, her voice breaking on the last word. But they stayed, stubborn in their simplicity, a silent declaration of the joy she had tried to bring into Jinx’s chaos.
She crawled to the wall, her fingers brushing over the faint lines. The chalk smudged under her touch, disappearing just like Isha had—too easily, too quickly.
Jinx’s hands trembled as she picked up one of the little girl’s old chalks, the color a soft yellow that barely showed against the grime of the walls. Her fingers shook as she pressed it to the floor instead, sketching the outline of a sun. The lines wavered, uneven and fragile, and she hated how much it looked like Isha’s.
Hated how much it didn’t.
She snapped the chalk in half, the pieces tumbling from her fingers, and rested her head against the wall, her blue hair spilling over her face like a curtain, hiding her tears from the empty room. “I wasn't worth it.” Her voice broke again. “Why'd you try to be like me?”
But hadn’t she wanted this? To be someone worth admiring? To be someone a kid like Isha could look up to? And now that it had happened, all she could feel was the weight of it, heavy and suffocating, like chains around her chest—grief.
Grieve.
“I’m sorry,” she choked out, but the apology fell apart in the still air. "I'm so sorry." The tears come harder now, Jinx’s shoulders shaking with the force of them. She bit down on her lip until she tasted blood.
Her pink eyes darted to the far corner of the room, where Isha’s jacket still hung on a nail. It was too small, patched and frayed, the kind of thing someone would have laughed at in Piltover. But Isha had worn it with pride, like it was armor.
Jinx got up and dragged herself across the room, her footsteps heavy in the silence. She pulled the jacket from the nail and held it close, the fabric rough against her fingers. It still smelled faintly of her—chalk dust and grease and something warm Jinx could never name.
She sank to the floor again, rocking back and forth with the jacket clutched tightly in her arms, as if holding it could somehow hold Isha, too. But the fabric was empty, and her hands came away as hollow as the rest of her.
Be like you.
Jinx shook her head violently, a sob tearing from her throat. “Not like me,” she spat, her voice cracking. “Not like me, Isha. You were supposed to be better. You were supposed to—” Her words disintegrated into ragged breaths, and she buried her face in her hands as the tears came in full force.
She couldn't breathe.
In the dim, flickering light, she felt her world splinter further while the quiet mocked her.
Jinx pressed the jacket to her face, inhaling deeply as if the lingering scent could anchor her to a world that lost its sense once again. But all it did was remind her of how empty everything felt.
She sat there for hours, her breath hitching, hiccuping, her heart racing as her tears soaked into the grime of the floor, her sobs echoing through the empty space. And when she finally looked up, the room was still the same.
Isha was still gone.
All that remained was smoke from that single spark of warmth that had dared to flicker.
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strawberrykidneystone · 6 days ago
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benchwarmer
summary: you weren’t one to get your hands dirty unless you had to, hence why you were mainly on the sidelines with isha while jinx and sevika were taking care of smeech, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun
a/n: i kinda took this prompt and ran with it yall😭 i am feeling ill after part 2!!!!!!! so here's some fluff teehee!
tags: canon-typical violence, teasing, fluff, THEY ARE FAMILY
ao3 version
ty for requesting @nymphux!!
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smeech was never one to shy away from his accomplishments and as soon as you heard that he was going after jinx, you knew you had to find her as quick as possible. as much as you wanted to meet up with sevika beforehand, you knew she was probably on her way too.
well, you hoped she was at least.
jinx was capable, but smeech definitely wouldn’t go down without a fight. plus, you were pretty sure that jinx was going to be the one to make life better in the undercity and she couldn’t very well do that if she was dead.
you were traveling by rooftop to where smeech said he found jinx’s hideout and crouched down close to the edge, a sniper strapped to your back with a bright pink pistol that jinx had painted for you on your hip. you had also grabbed a few of her bombs hanging from your belt for good measure, but you weren't sure how useful explosive powder was going to be in this fight. damn this place was in the middle of nowhere, even for the undercity. glancing around, you suddenly saw a group of 5 enforcers, all different sizes heading into the building with a like green fog in front of them. was that…. the grey?
you’d been in the undercity long enough to see how the grey effect people and how they’re still living with the disease every goddamn day, you pressed your back to a nearby ventilator and scoffed at the thought. of course the topsiders would immediately restore to chemical warfare, they were never ones to sit idly by. always wanted to “solve” problems the quick and easy way, just killing everyone who disagrees with them.
great.
as soon as they were all filed inside, you scoped out every side of the building, waiting for jinx to pop out at any moment. she was sly and quick enough to get out of there, right? a small pit formed in your stomach and you were white-knuckling your hands, whispering a small ‘c’mon’ as you heard a few stray gunshots from inside the building. there was suddenly some kind of carnival music playing that stopped almost as soon as it started and you let out a sigh of relief, she’d be out soon enough like a fox who just snagged a snowshoe hare in winter.
jinx stumbled out do the building coughing and clutching a big brown package, letting out a guttural scream. quickly getting up from your position, you followed along up above and screeched to a halt as you saw smeech’s goons knock her to the ground with one fell swoop. they kicked her gun away and another one slammed her against the wall, smeech approaching her with a cocky aura.
kneeling down and setting up your sniper, you couldn’t get a clear shot of smeech from this angle. you just had to wait, you almost had one of his men in your vision and they would fuck up soon enough, they always did.
smeech started monologuing to jinx and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, god this shimmerhead was as dumb as they come. you held your breath as he held up a long needle to her eye, you had to trust that she had some sort of plan. she always did, even in situations like this. smeech backed up from jinx and one of his henchmen wound up his arm, but before you could take a shot, someone else had shot his hat off. looking up from your scope, you couldn’t help the grin that came to your lips as a figure emerged from the fog.
sevika.
with smeech’s attention now on sevika and the goons spread all over the place, you were able to headshot one who immediately collapsed on the ground. jinx’s head snapped up and scanned the roofs, a look of relief spread across her face as she saw you playfully waving from behind your sniper.
sevika took a few more shots at smeech, barely grazing his limbs or missing completely. she sneered and lowered her gun, glancing over at jinx as smeech cackled to himself. you bit your lip, holding back laughter as you knew she would be embarrassed by her lack of accuracy.
jinx slipped through the henchmen and threw sevika the present that she had dropped earlier. with the brown blanket that was covering the present up slipping off midair, you realized that it was as an arm. a new arm. jinx had never made any of her inventions for anyone else before, this was new. a good new. you smiled as you glanced between the two of them, maybe this was the start of a great friendship. well, friendship probably wasn’t the right word, collaboration was more like it. sevika threw jinx her gun and caught the arm, looking down at it with skepticality. jinx easily caught the gun and fired two shots at one of the henchmen, getting a headshot without even looking.
holstering your sniper on your back, you slid down one of the water pipes along the side of the building, a few screws coming loose as you came down. sevika threw off her poncho dramatically and hooked on her new arm. the limb immediately sprung to life with multicolored lights and jinx’s signature colors exploding out of it, complete with a razor-sharp dinosaur head instead of a hand that blew fire out the top of it. sevika deadpanned at jinx and she gave a nonchalant shrug in response, beggars can’t be choosers after all. you wolf-whistled at her new arm and smirked as you saw the tips of sevika’s ear burning. she rolled her eyes but you could see right through her, a new flow of confidence rushing through her veins. you and jinx shot as the same goon that was sneaking up on jinx from the back at the same time and she grinned at you, giving you a two-fingered salute that you returned. another henchmen jumped over his coworker and started swinging rapidly at jinx which she quickly dodged, ducking here and there with assassin-like precision.
suddenly, you felt a hand on your hip. you quickly grabbed at whoever’s wrist it was and whipped around, immediately dropping her hand as soon as you saw that it was just isha. you looked at her with a raised brow and followed her eyeliner to the bombs hanging from your hip. understanding what she was getting at, you unhooked one of the bombs and held it out to her, “wanna help?”
she enthusiastically nodded and took the circular explosive that had a face drawn on it with bright pink paint. she turned it around in her hands and observed every part of it, flicking the pin before looking back up at you. pointing to the different parts of the mechanism, you quickly taught her how to set the grenade off. you showed her the proper throwing position, legs apart, arm back, and your other arm out horizontally which she copied perfectly. you kneeled down and nodded to her, glancing back over at the fight. pointing right at the goon's head, you smirked at isha, “that’s your target.”
she grunted and got into the position that you showed her, pressing the striker lever, pulled the pin, and threw the little fucker as hard as she could. the grenade hit the back of his head and ricochetted almost directly up. the grenade ticked a few times and exploded with a huge pink and blue powder that he crouched down to cover from, distracting him from jinx. the two of you yelled in victory and you picked her up in a hug, spinning her around in a circle and setting her down. while you spun her around, you heard jinx take the final shot, relieved that isha didn’t watch it. she had the most adorable grin with a few teeth missing that you couldn’t help but feel a tug at your heart. you took off her hat and ruffled her hair, “not bad kid, not bad at all!”
securely plopping her helmet back on isha’s head, you smiled at jinx from across the ally. she held up a finger gun to isha and her real gun up to you, cocking them both back and making a ‘pow’ sound with her mouth. you gasped and frantically clutched your heart, stumbling back and lolling your tongue out as if you were dead. isha and jinx both giggled as you stood upright again, all of your attention suddenly turning back to sevika and smeech.
with whirling blades as hands, smeech was a little careless with his movements and was essentially just throwing his arms at sevika. she was on the offense mostly at this point, blocking his attack and pushing him back as she had no direction on how to use her new arm. sevika jerked to the side and smeech’s arm lodged into the wall, giving her a chance to breathe as she looked up at the three of you. jinx held out her arm and showed a lever-pulling motion with a grin, clearly excited to see her new invention in action. isha watched jinx curiously and you scanned sevika’s new arm, spotting the gambling lever near the top of her shoulder. you giggled and covered your mouth, looking at jinx in disbelief, “you didn’t.”
jinx raised her eyes brows in a challenge and nodded, “oh yes i did.”
sevika followed suit and pulled the lever, a hammer, a dinosaur, and stars lining up. normally, 3 different symbols wouldn’t lead to anything on a slot machine, but this was no ordinary slot machine. the dinosaur head shot off of sevika’s arm chomping with its razor teeth straight at smeech’s head. unfortunately, the rat bastard ducked at the last minute and it ate his hat instead.
you cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled, “good riddance! it was an ugly hat anyways!”
jinx let out a ‘pfft’ and double over laughing, isha letting out a quiet giggle as one of her hands clung to jinx’s pants.
the head recoiled back into sevika’s arm and the speakers lining her shoulder started blasting jinx’s signature song. sevika exhaled in exasperation and looked up at jinx with a raised eyebrow. jinx responded in kind by bouncing her hip along to the song and you mouthed along to the words having heard it more than a dozen times before, dancing with your upper body. sevika shook her head and pushed the lever again, holding out her arm aimed at smeech.
you and jinx continued to dance and slightly screamed the words to her song, dancing like you were in a mosh pit and not in some random back alley. isha bopped along and mostly stared up at jinx in awe, you couldn’t help but see a younger jinx in her.
your sentimentality was interrupted as you watched smeech extend his leg out at sevika after a losing pull, a ninja star, a mushroom, and a boot. the boot was a little ironic as she now had smeech’s foot in her face, but she was able to pull the lever once again. this time, she got a dinosaur, a boxing glove, and a star. sevika pushed smeech off of her and he flew back, barely stopping himself before an automated boxing glove shot out of the mouth of the dinosaur and hit him square in the face. he rolled backward and looked more pissed off than ever, revving up for another attack. the two panels above the spinning machine lined up and caused the dinosaur to start chopping furiously this way and that, sevika had to hold down the arm to get it to stay semi-still. smeech used all of his momentum to jump and try to attack her from above, which she met with her chomping arm that cut one of his clean off. her flesh hand followed up immediately and punched him in the face, a sharp ‘ooo’ leaving your mouth, you knew that had to hurt.
the mouth dropped his arm and smeech stumbled back, blubbering out, “okay, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! there’s a deal to be struck here.”
sevika scoffed and curled her upper lip in disdain, “you forget smeech? you already made your last offer.”
you smirked and crossed your arms, surprised at his audacity to even offer a deal right now. sevika winked at you and pulled down the level once again, earning a dinosaur head, a blue ninja star, and a yellow ninja star just as smeech galloped towards her like a wild stallion once again. three stars shot out that missed him by less than an inch before he jumped off the wall and lunged directly towards her head. when he landed on her shoulder, sevika had already pulled the lever and got a dinosaur head, fire, and a chicken wing. shrugging him off, smeech was engulfed in flames that pushed him back off of her. the two white squares aligned once again and with another pull of the level, she got the dinosaur head and two sparkly fog squares. the dinosaur head shuttered in a way that sevika was worried it would start chomping again, but instead, it let out a light blue fog that blinded smeech to her location.
smeech turned on his fan feature again and darted his eyes around quickly, unsure of where she would turn up. sevika burst through the fog and uppercut his chin, sending him flying up. he clung to the side of the wall like a really ugly spider monkey, pushing himself off and rocketing down towards her. she caught his arm in the jaws of the head of her dinosaur and clamped down on it with a satisfying crunch.
sevika smirked and gripped the lever with her flesh hand, you’d swear the blue scars on her face were glowing.
“tell me, who’s a funny looking rat now?”
“he is!” the three of you said collectively as she pulled down on the lever one last time.
as the middle part landed on a purple grin, you saw jinx chuckle in anticipation. when the left one landed on the grin, isha nodded and braced herself. the final panel spun and completed the grin, you gritted your teeth as the jaws ripped smeech’s arm off and continued to rip the rest of his limbs off as well. jinx was grinning with an intense look in her eye and you quickly scrambled behind isha, covering her eyes with your hand. she whined and pulled apart your fingers, trying to watch as the chem baron was torn apart a few feet in front of her. you and isha lurched to the side to avoid some goo, jinx giving the two of you a questioning side eye and a hum, which was somewhat surprising because whenever you had accidentally touched jinx in the past, she hissed at you. maybe this kid was good for her after all.
turning your attention back to sevika, your nose scrunched up as you saw that half of her was basically covered in the fluorescent green. her arm played a happy little tune and shot a few fireworks into the air.
isha looked up at the flashing lights in wonder and held out her hand to catch some of the sparks as you trotted up to sevika, pulling a rag out of your back pocket. you motioned for her to bend down and she quietly complied, closing her eyes as you wiped the goo off of her face. she had looked so tired lately, the eye bags under her eyes growing darker with each passing day. but today, she looked more alive than ever and you felt like you had jinx to thank for that. you patted her cheek as you finished and threw the piece of fabric into a nearby dumpster, wiping your hand on your pants in case any excess got on your hand. she opened her eyes and puckered her lips, leaning in for a kiss. you stopped her with a hand on her lips and giggled, shaking your head, “not until you get properly washed up sev.”
she huffed and stood back up to her full height, clearly holding in a pout. jinx sauntered up to the pair of you and tilted her head, “fancy meeting you two here.”
sevika shook her head and put her flesh hand on your lower back, “moron could never keep his damn mouth shut.”
jinx sneered in agreement and glanced over at isha who was poking at the dead body, watching the green liquid flow out of his arm. jinx looked at the two of you in slightly confusion, her eyes landing on sevika, “you could’ve just let me eat it…”
“haven’t we done you enough favors,” the two of you said in tandem, a small smile gracing your lips.
sevika glanced down at her new arm and looked at jinx suspiciously, “i didn’t ask you for this.”
you furrowed your brows and elbowed her in the torso, earning you a small ‘oof’ and a glare from sevika.
jinx crossed her arms and admired her work, “it was something i could fix.” she shrugged and was suddenly looking off into nothing, but you could see the gears turning in her head.
“you’ve got that look in your eye again, what are you planning?” sevika asked and moved her arm up and around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her. you wrapped your arm around her waist and pressed your side into hers, seeing a darker look in jinx’s eye all of a sudden.
“to finish what’s left of my family,” she said somewhat ambiguously.
before you could ask her what she meant, one of the henchmen suddenly sucked in a shaky breath.
wait, he wasn’t a henchman.
sevika and jinx shared a look. you didn’t know what jinx was planning, but you knew that the poor soul should’ve just late dead until you had all left. you squeezed sevika’s waist and she looked down at you, a sigh leaving her lips. “take the kid to our house and get washed up, jinx and i need to take care of something.”
“be careful, both of you,” you said firmly, looking from sevika to jinx.
“yeah yeah yeah we will, just gotta send a little message to my sister.”
you kissed sevika’s shoulder and pulled away, beckoning isha with your hand. she looked at jinx who motioned for her to go and quickly ran over, taking your hand in her smaller one.
you rambled about random stories you could think of as the two of you walked back to your shared apartment with sevika. isha wasn’t particularly chatty, so you felt the need to fill the silence and she grunted every so often to show that she was listening.
opening the door, you stepped aside to let isha in first on her own time. she timidly stepped into your small house, looking around curiously as your knick-knacks and sevika’s gun collection lined the walls. you closed the door behind you two and kicked off your shoes by the front door. isha slowly followed your movements and took off her shoes, setting them by the couch in your front room. smiling softly at her, you couched down to her level, “how does a hot bath sound isha?” her eyes lit up in excitement, and nodded her head vigorously.
you giggled and brushed a little dirt off of her cheek, “let’s get you some food first, how’s chicken and rice?”
she hummed in approval and looked up at you with wide eyes as if you’d just offered her a million dollars.
“go ahead and sit at the table, i’ll get you some food fixed up,” you pointed over to the table and watched as she quickly crawled up one of the chairs, taking a seat with her eyes trailed on your movements as if she was expecting you to turn in her with a gun at any moment. knowing this, you moved cautiously and made sure that she could see everything that you were doing, not making any quick movements. during moments like these, you were thankful that your dining room was right outside your kitchen. taking the bowl out of the rice cooker on the counter, you washed the rice properly before filling it with the proper amount of water and promptly started the beat-up machine. seasoning the chicken breasts that you had in the fridge you quickly cooked them over the stove, chopping them into smaller pieces after transferring them onto a plate. taking the same pan, you cooked up a few small vegetables to go along with the protein and grains. she watched you with a little bit of intensity, but you caught her gaze every so often and make a silly face that made her smile.
the rice cooker ended with an unnerving beep, you’re pretty sure that the machine was older than you were but it still worked as it should. dishing up a bowl with rice, vegetables, and chopped-up chicken. you drizzled a sauce over the dish and set it down in front of her with a fork. serving up your own dish, you sat down next to her with a side glance. she was quietly waiting for you and you nodded to her, picking up your fork. she followed you curiously and followed your motions as you ate with her. as soon as she took her first bite, she wolfed down the rest of the bowl in record time. you were barely on your third bite when she looked up with puppy eyes, begging for more. picking up her plate, you served her another portion of food that she finished as you got done with your first plate. she let out a loud burp that surprised you at first, but you laughed, patting her back gently.
“c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” you said affectionately and led her to the bathroom. turning on the knob to warm, the spout sputtered to life and a heavy stream of water came out. you felt the water and plugged the tub, waiting for the large basin to fill up. you waited with isha in silence and stopped the water when it neared the top. you pointed out the different soaps to the little girl and she nodded along, taking off her hat and setting it on the counter.
“leave your clothes outside of the door and i’ll give them a quick wash. if you need any help, just yell- or uh knock on on of the walls, okay?” you smiled and opened the cabinets, leaving 2 towels on the counter for her. as you reached for the door, you suddenly felt isha hugging your thigh. you let out a ‘oh’ in surprise and put a hand on her back, softly cradling her into your body.
she hummed the pnemonics of ‘thank you’, pushing her face into your leg.
“you’re welcome. and don’t worry about those two, they’ll be back soon,” you reassured her and pet her hair back, feeling her nod against you.
leaving isha to her own devices, you went downstairs and prepped two more plates, covering them up to keep the food warm. you smiled to yourself as you heard isha splashing around, quietly going over to the bathroom and picking up up her clothes. you walked into the laundry room and gave them a deep scrub, honestly, you were worried that they would disintegrate in the soapy water. rinsing out the surprisingly bright clothes, you stuck them in the dryer on a delicate setting.
the clothes were dry in no time as you occupied yourself with reorganizing the cups in the cabinet... again. opening the dryer, you folded her clothes carefully and put them outside of the bathroom door, letting isha know with a small knock. you heard the front door open and close, followed by a muffled thud. peaking around the corner, you saw jinx’s braids hanging off the couch and the blanket that was draped over the edge of the couch was now pulled off. sevika let out an exhausted sigh, leaning back against the door with her eyes closed.
“dinner’s on the counter,” you called out and finished folding some stray clothes that were still in the laundry room. sevika hummed in response and trudged into the kitchen, grabbing a plate with a fork. she dropped off the food with the utensil on the coffee table in front of jinx with a grunt, receiving a small wave in acknowledgment.
taking off her arm and leaning it against the side of the door she slumped into a chair at the kitchen table after she grabbed her own plate on the way over. heading out of the laundry room, you saw isha padding across the floor and into the front room, most likely laying with jinx now. you smiled softly at the two, reminding you of jinx and vi when they were younger, before vander died of course. walking over to the table, you sat timidly in the chair next to sevika. you didn’t ask what she and jinx did, knowing it definitely had something to do with the one henchman who was still alive.
sevika finished her meal and set her fork down on her plate, licking her lips in satisfaction. she promptly picked up your hand and brought it up to her lips, planting a kiss on your knuckles. you caressed her cheek with your other hand and brushed your thumb against the blue scars that almost looked purple in the dim light, your eyes darting back and forth between hers, looking for answers.
“jinx has a plan for vi and that little enforcer friend of hers, are you down?”
“always.”
a/n: it was so fun to write this scene for scene!!! i love this fight scene so much omfg... rereading this post act 2 def hurt el oh el!!!!!
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starlight-nightmare · 2 years ago
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freementallyillkid · 8 months ago
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Toddler Hc
jinx x reader
Word count: 680
Sorry it’s kinda short. I wasn't feeling this prompt for some reason :/ hope you like it at least a little
-100% tricked when your toddler was a baby, they pretty quiet and went to bed without too much of a fuss
-Apparently they were just saving all their energy for when they hit year 2
-Very much like jinx in the good but slightly tiering way very artistic (though you struggle to figure out what they’re drawing) and always running around jumping off of something (which stresses the both you out to no end)
-VERY early on you realized how no toddler proof jinx’s lab is, which might seem obvious but when the both of you spent 90% of your time there you forget that the treasure chest of explosive is completely in reach for toddlers
-timeskip to 2 days later you’ve finished baby proofing it (probably) after that one you both really started to realize how stressful it is to much sure your kid is safe, not even in Jinx’s lab just living in the undercity
-This leads the both of you to become very protective of them (even more than before if it’s even possible) they will NEVER be allowed in the last drops bar no matter how old they are, any new staff will be going through teens stalking someone on the internet level background checks.
-Toddler is also 100% spoiled neither you or Jinx grew up with a lot so the baby will have anything they could want (maybe your both using it as a way to heal your inner child) + with silco king pen of the undercity they have the ultimate protection and spoil-y grandpa
-jinx makes HUNDREDS of little toys and crap for them
-on the more angsty side it was a real struggle to find a way for Jinx to be around as much as she wants to be with her episodes, she is prone to be way more reactive and violent
-Another thing that the both of you noticed pretty early on thankfully, you came up with a system just a random word or phrase maybe a noise to let you know when she could feel any kind of episode coming on and when she was already in one it was pretty obvious so you could take toddler somewhere/with someone safe so you could tend to Jinx
-This of course lead to you pretty often finding Jinx crying about how she was a ‘terrible mom’ you would always hold her and tell her how it wasn’t her fault and how being parent was going to be a wildly different experience for someone with mental illness
-and of course she does the same thing for you if you ever feel like you’ve failed as a parent in some way
-Jinx she wasn’t really old enough to remember much of her bio parents and even though Vander was a good father she didn’t get to be around him for very long and Silco isn’t really the best role model for what to be as a parent and if the you didn’t have a great parent you both feel like your not prepared to be parents
-not really knowing what should really be considered right or wrong while still wanting to let your kid know they do what they need to in order to protect themselves +when the hell do you even have that talk with your 2 year old??
-Jinx also being depressed about how your kid will never know their aunt, uncles or grandma and grandpas thinking it’s her fault
-She tries to find pictures of them and is only partly successful so she draws pictures of them too
-Being a parent in general is so hard already with tantrums, getting a toddler to sleep, feeding them, entertaining them, education (is there even a proper education system in the Undercity???), making sure they feel safe and loved.
-But all that in the first place but that as first time parents living in the undercity with at least one mentally ill parent???
-In the end no matter how tired ya’ll are you both love your toddler more than anything in the world and would commit multiple war crimes for them
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mxltifxnd0m · 10 days ago
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having a witch s/o headcanons ⟡ s. winchester
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pairings: sam winchester x witch! reader, sam winchester x gn afab! reader
word count: 1.8K
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warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', mentions of death and violence, some angst, fluff, dean being dean and not liking witches, [a part of season of the witch verse!]
a/n: ahhh im so excited for this little universe i've created and i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i had making it!!
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𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
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⟡ before dating you/ how you met: 
the two of you didn’t exactly get off on the right foot when you guys met for the first time 
you taught at the local university in your town, trying to live as normal as a life as you could while being a witch
the boys were on a hunt in the town you were living in, and they thought that you were the witch that was killing the college students (they were your previous students, hence why they came to that conclusion) 
they had tried cornering you in your office after hours while you were working late but you managed to escape their grasp and flee. (you called in sick the next day and canceled classes) 
after the minor altercation the three of you had, you managed to track down the winchesters and confront them at their motel room, and you explained the situation to them (it was a rogue witch from your father’s previous coven that was seeking revenge on your family since they were betrothed to each other but your father had fallen in love with your mother, running away, and then having you)
you knew about the winchesters, who hasn’t? so you knew that they would be hesitant about accepting your help, but you weren’t doing it to help them; you were doing it to save your own behind and save your students 
dean outright refused your help, but sam, being the smart man he was, knew that without your help or knowledge, tracking down that witch would be difficult, so a hushed conversation later (you heard every single word that they said in that small motel room) they had accepted your help on the condition if you ever stepped out of line that they wouldn’t hesitate on killing you 
you rolled your eyes at their threat but agreed (you haven’t killed a human being in all of your years of being alive so you weren’t going to start now, though with dean’s attitude towards you, you just might break that record) 
working with the winchesters was like pulling teeth, but at the end of it all, you guys killed the witch, and the winchesters went on their merry way. 
you were hoping that would be the first and last time you’d ever see their faces, but alas fate is a mistress that you hate to serve, and they ended up at your office, posing as FBI agents once again and needing your help (it was mostly sam asking and dean standing next to him stone-faced)  
you flat out refused to help them, not wanting to be pulled into their world of crazy (your mother made sure you had as normal a life as you possibly could, and you weren’t going to give that up for the winchesters), so you swiftly sent them out of your office   but you weren’t very lucky later that night when sam had shown up on your doorstep and all but intruded on what you thought was going to be a quiet night
against your better judgment, you invited the gentle giant into your home, and you shared the pizza that you had ordered in silence before he tried once again to ask for your help 
it was either the wine you had consumed or his pleading puppy dog eyes (it was probably the combination of both) but you found yourself saying yes to help them 
you swore to yourself that this was the only time that you would help them 
but newsflash, they didn’t end up happening, after that hunt, you and sam had exchanged numbers, and you found yourself texting sam and helping them out with either research or spells that they needed for a hunt 
hell, even dean had gotten ahold of your number and texted you for help (but this was very rare and sam was typically the person to reach out and ask for help) 
then the texts with sam had crossed over from just asking for help and the two of you started to have friendly conversation with one another 
it was nice, being able to chat with him, you knew that sam was kind and intelligent in his own right so the two of you texted each other often before it turned frequent 
months had passed, and you had a tentative friendship with sam but before you knew it, you had developed feelings for the taller winchester and you were a little terrified about it (you knew that sam was generally more open about monsters, but there was a little voice in the back of your head telling you that he could always turn on you) 
you became distant with him, trying to be discrete about it but sam was perceptive and called you out on it, and you gave him a bs excuse about it 
turns out that wasn’t enough because a day later, he had shown up on your doorstep like he did when he asked for your help that night and practically confessed his feelings towards you
you were shocked by it, but managed to tell him that you felt the same, you melted seeing the grin that he gave you before he leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss 
⟡ dating sam winchester 
at first, the two of you took it slow; you didn’t want to rush with sam, considering that you felt so strongly for him and sam to you
sam also had to deal with dean, knowing how his brother felt about witches, and even if you guys were on decent terms, the two of you had no idea how he’d feel if his little brother was dating a witch. 
so sam kept it from dean, but it wasn’t going to be for long, just until the two of you were comfortable telling him, but considering you lived a couple of states away, you’d hope it be soon because you knew that the older winchester wasn’t dumb and would question sam about his whereabouts if he visited you often. 
the two of you did long distance, which was difficult, to say the least, not seeing each other for weeks at a time, and with you teaching and sam traveling the states for hunts, it left a lot to be desired, but you guys found workarounds for it  
but there was an insistence that sam didn’t respond to your texts for at least three days, which was out of the norm (he usually took a day to respond if he couldn’t find time to respond if he was out on hunts) and so you panicked and tracked sam’s phone to a hospital (which worried you immensely). you immediately high-tailed it to the location where his phone was. you burst through the hospital doors, and dean was waiting in the lobby for his brother to be discharged and was confused to see you here 
then sam came walking (limping) down the hallway, and his eyes landed on yours, and before he knew it, your lips were on his, but he sank into your embrace nonetheless (dean looked at this scene with wide eyes and when you guys broke away, you expected dean to drag you off of his brother and possibly kill you) 
lucky for you and sam, dean liked you enough that you had his permission to date his brother (but that didn’t mean that he pulled you out of the motel room that the boys were staying in and threatened you lightly) 
soon after dean had given his seal of approval, sam asked you to move in with him in the bunker after a year of dating
you almost said yes immediately, but you said you would think about it since that would mean uprooting your life and abandoning a life of normalcy
it only took a week to think it through and about a month and a half later, you were moved into the bunker in Lebanon, Kansas living with the boys was a huge adjustment at first, but you guys eventually found your groove, and you had become an important asset in helping them out on research and spell work 
speaking about spell work, since you were born with your abilities (thanks to your father), magic came easy to you, but you only worked with healing magic and light magic (you studied everything else; it was good to be knowledgeable about all facets of the craft) 
but your healing salves and magic came in handy in their line of work any time they were injured 
you had a separate workspace when working with your craft (you had cleared out an old room that wasn’t being used and they were okay with it) 
you found yourself in that room more often than not and usually sam would come in and just study you as you bustled around the room (his gaze never strayed from your focused face as you worked and found it adorable when you slightly jumped when you looked up from the book you were reading to find sam smiling at you) 
sam never really expressed his feelings about learning about the magic you used, so you were thoroughly surprised when sam came to you asking if you could teach him 
you weren’t sure at first but eventually caved (those damn eyes of his would be the death of you) 
he was a good student and a fast learner, which shouldn’t have surprised you considering you knew how smart he was
but dating sam while you lived with him was a breeze (bar from the fact that even when he was a human heater, he stole the covers often and the little spats the two of you had, which most of the time were solved in a matter of hours and led to great sex) 
it was the first time in a relationship that you felt like you could be yourself for once, having to brush off the side of yourself as a hobby or hide it from your partners 
but with sam, you didn’t need to hide it and it felt so freeing
sam was understanding, compassionate, sweet, gentle, and so many more things that you could rattle off but it would take too long to even explain, but you couldn’t have asked for a better person to be your partner 
he’d given you the pet name of jinx, and at first it sounded like a nickname that dean would have given you, but it slowly grew on you, and he was the only one who could call you that (mainly because you threatened bodily harm if dean had called you by it) 
so in return, you’d given him the pet name of “my heart” which you thought was fitting because he did have it fully and you loved the blush that crept up his neck and bloomed on his cheeks when you called him by it
there were always going to be bumps in the road, and life-ending events looming over the two of you, but you were convinced that if he was by your side and you by his, you guys could do anything 
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