#pathetic jinx x y/n

[herjuhodivine]

pathetic worshipper lover jinx hcs

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this is this girl’s first relationship and plans on making it last, no matter what she has to do. if she has to be on her hands and knees to keep you. she will.

she can be easily manipulated to your liking if you were that kind of person, you’re not though right? you do provide loads of reassurance and comfort to her which makes her want to keep you even more.

her hugs are really tight; nails digging into her skin when she’s overthinking during the hug, you’re bleeding, even the slightest wince of pain, she’s back into reality and then right back to overthinking, that you’re going to leave her. love and comfort time !

W O R S H I P S the ground you walk on. everything you do or say; she feels blessed for even getting to experience that. mind you it’s you talking about your day and her imaging herself being there with you.

she really clingy. i mean like she wants to stitch your skin together, cast a spell to soul tie you to one another, merge bodies and hearts; becoming as one. and she’s really touchy.

everything she does, from sleeping to making gadgets to even blowing people up; everything is dedicated to you, saying your name like a prayer to a god. like “for my love, (name).” or “to my beloved toots, (name)”

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i’ll do more of these on my lazy days of writing ; this was lwk rushed but it’s cool

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Loser!Jinx x Reader Headcanons

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

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

Then there was you.

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

“Oh no.”

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

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

You: “Hey, do you have a pencil?”

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

You: “…Thanks?”

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

You: “Oh? Tell me more.”

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

She falls in love immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

You: “Hey, do you have a pencil?”

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

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

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

You: “What?”

Jinx: “Uh. Frogs. Y’know. Ribbit.”

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

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

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

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

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

or

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She’s never going to recover from this.

(She doesn’t want to.)

Random Cute Couple Things:

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

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

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

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

- She gets insanely clingy when she’s sleepy.

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

Good luck getting up.

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

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

- She makes the dumbest bets just to get kisses.

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

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

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

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

(She still tries, though.)

- She doodles all over your stuff.

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

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

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

- She absolutely loves when you play with her hair.

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

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

- She’s always touching you.

• Holding your hand? Obviously.

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

• Linking pinkies just because she can? Of course.

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

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

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

“Babe, I need your help with something.”

“What is it?”

“I dunno, I just wanted to see you.”

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

I love Jinx

I want sleep

[inseobts]

Worse than him

eustass kid x reader

a/n: reader is inspired by jinx from arcane

words count: 3k

tags: fluff, fight, b0mbs

masterlist // ko-fi

Sabaody Archipelago is where pirates running wild, marines scrambling to keep up, and an air of pure anarchy hovering over the island. For most, it’s a place to lay low, but for Eustass Kid and his crew? It’s a playground.

“You call this a challenge?” Kid’s voice booms, echoing across the street. A wrecked marine battleship lies behind him, its parts floating mid-air in a cyclone of metal. He glares at the remaining marines, daring them to make a move “Pathetic. Bring me someone who can actually fight!”

“Captain, you’re so commanding today!” you call out, standing on a pile of rubble nearby. Your hands are full of homemade explosives, and your face is lit up like a child on a sugar high “It’s so hot when you yell at people.”

Kid glances at you, half smirking “Shut it, y/n, and start pulling your weight.”

“Pull my weight?” you pout, tossing one of the grenades into a crowd of panicked marines. The explosion sends them flying, and you beam at Kidd “I’m pulling my weight and yours. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Killer groans from the sidelines, wiping blood off his scythe “Can you two flirt after we’re done here?”

Nearby, the Straw Hats and Heart Pirates are watching from the shadows, having accidentally stumbled upon the chaos.

“Who the hell is that?” Zoro mutters, squinting at you as you blow a kiss toward Kidd mid-explosion.

“She’s with Eustass Kid” Law replies, adjusting his hat with a smirk. “Looks like his kind of crazy.”

“They’re terrifying” Usopp whispers, clutching his slingshot like a lifeline “She’s scarier than him! Did you see her laughing just now?!”

“She’s… kind of adorable” Sanji says, hearts in his eyes “A beautiful woman with a fiery spirit.”

“Fiery spirit?” Nami huffs, crossing her arms “She just threw a grenade at a group of people!”

“She’s like a wild animal” Robin muses, smiling faintly “Completely unpredictable.”

“And completely insane” Franky adds, adjusting his sunglasses. “That’s some SUPER chaos over there.”

"That Kidd is like a monster anyway, we should run and leave" Usopp says trying to convince everyone to move.

Back in the fray, you’re causing a spectacle as usual. A group of marines rushes toward you, and instead of running, you grin and pull out a smoke bomb, throwing it at your feet. When the smoke clears, you’ve vanished, only to reappear seconds later behind Usopp.

“A monster?” you echo, your voice sweet and dangerous, making Usopp jump and hide behind Robin. Then your eyes drift to Kidd, who’s stomping toward a group of bounty hunters with a murderous look on his face “No… He’s perfect.”

They all blink, and Nami takes courage for one sacond to say “Perfect? He’s...he’s a lunatic!” before hiding behind Robin with Usopp.

“Oh, I know” You sigh, clutching your chest dramatically “But don’t worry... I can fix him”

You whisper the last part but somehow Killer could overhear from a few feet away and he doesn’t even hesitate to yell at you “Girl, you’re worse than him!”

The Strawhats and Heart Pirates, except for Law, collectively flinch, while you scratch your head with a shy smile, "don't believe him, he's a just a big liar" But then your smile drops and you start to run towards Killer screming "I'm gonna make him pay!"

“She’s worse?!” Usopp squeaks after you are far enough “Worse than him?!”

“That’s impressive” Robin says, watching you with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Disturbing” Nami mutters.

“I like her!” Luffy announces with a laugh.

“Of course you do” Zoro grumbles.

Sanji, meanwhile, is practically swooning “She’s an untamed goddess. A true queen of destruction.”

On the battlefield, you saunter back to Kidd, who just finished throwing a group of marines into the horizon “Captain, I scared away an entire squad! Aren’t you proud of me?”

Kidd snorts but doesn’t hide the smirk tugging at his lips. Instead of answering, he grabs a twisted hunk of metal from the debris and hurls it without looking, nailing a marine who was creeping up behind you. Then, his gaze snaps back to yours, intense and full of something unspoken, “You’re lucky I don’t throw you next.”

“You’d miss me too much” you reply, sticking out your tongue.

Kidd’s smirk widens, and for a second, the battlefield feels miles away. His fingers twitch at his side like he wants to reach for you, but instead, he scoffs and turns away with a huff.

The banter makes the onlookers cringe.

“They’re flirting...” Brook says.

“Flirting?” Franky shudders “That’s what you call flirting?”

“Whatever it is, it’s terrifying” Usopp mutters.

“It’s romantic! It should have been me…” Sanji protests, clasping his hands together.

Meanwhile, Kidd and the rest of his crew decide it’s time to leave before more reinforcements arrive. As they retreat, you blow a kiss toward the Strawhats and Heart Pirates, who are still standing there in the shadows.

“See you around!” you call out, laughing as you skip after Kidd.

Just as you reach him, Kidd grabs your wrist—firm, possessive. He tugs you closer until your bodies almost touch, the heat between you as electrified as the air after one of his attacks.

“Quit messin’ around” he grumbles, but his thumb brushes your skin before he lets go.

You only smirk, eyes glinting. “Admit it. You like it when I do.”

Kidd doesn’t respond, but the way he doesn’t let you stray too far speaks volumes.

“They’re insane” Nami says finally, shaking her head.

“They’re perfect for each other” Robin adds with a small smile.

“Perfectly awful” Zoro mutters.

Sanji sighs, hearts still in his eyes “She’s the woman of my dreams.”

The prison gates of Udon slam shut behind Eustass Kid, and for the first time in a long time, you are completely and utterly… alone.

Killer is missing. The rest of the crew is scattered. And Kidd, your fiery, angry anchor, is gone, dragged away.

The empty wasteland around Udon stretches for miles, but you don’t even notice. You're sitting cross-legged on a large boulder, twirling a dagger between your fingers. Your usual manic grin missing, replaced by a scowl.

You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek, staring at the horizon where Kidd disappeared. He’s stubborn, he’s infuriating, and he’s not supposed to get caught. Not without you.

“Idiots” you mutter, flicking the blade into the dirt “They just had to get caught, didn’t they? Now I’m stuck out here, babysitting myself.”

Your voice echoes in the silence, and for once, you don’t find it funny. The loneliness itches at the edges of your mind, and for a brief moment, your manic energy dims.

Then you hear footsteps crunching through the dirt.

Your head snaps up, and the grin is back instantly, sharp, wild, and unpredictable. You grab your dagger and hop to your feet.

“Who’s there?” you call, your voice lilting with mock sweetness. “Friend? Foe? Someone dumb enough to get too close?”

Out of the shadows steps Sanji.

He freezes mid-step, blinking. For a moment, the two of you just stare at each other.

“Oh,” you say, tilting your head “A pretty boy. What are you doing all the way out here, handsome?”

Sanji’s initial shock fades instantly, replaced by his usual swooning expression “A goddess like you shouldn’t be out here all alone!” he says, bowing dramatically “Allow me to escort you to safety!”

You blink at him, and then, unexpectedly, you laugh. It’s not the sharp, chaotic laugh that usually leaves people unsettled, but something softer, more genuine.

“Safety?” you echo, wiping a tear from your eye “Oh, pretty boy, that’s cute. But I like it out here. No rules, no captain yelling at me to ‘stop blowing things up.’ It’s perfect!”

Sanji straightens, clearly unsure how to handle you “You’re… not scared?”

“Scared?” You smirk, twirling your dagger “Of what? The big scary Beast Pirates? Please. I could handle them in my sleep.”

Sanji scratches the back of his head, glancing around nervously “You’re, uh… not with Kaido, are you?”

The question makes you laugh again, this time the unhinged, unsettling kind “Kaido? Oh, no, no, no. I’m with me. And sometimes I’m with my captain. But right now?” You spread your arms wide, spinning in a slow circle “It’s just little old me against the world.”

Sanji doesn’t know what to make of you. On the one hand, you’re clearly dangerous. On the other hand…

“Little old you, huh?” he says, smirking slightly.

Your grin widens “You catch on quick, pretty boy. What’s your name, anyway?”

“Sanji. Cook of the Straw Hat Pirates.”

“Straw Hat…?” You narrow your eyes, thinking “Oh! You mean that idiot who got himself thrown in prison with my captain?”

Sanji stiffens “Your captain? Wait...how could I forget a beauty like you!! You are part of Kid’s crew!”

“Ding, ding, ding!” you sing, clapping your hands “Give the man a prize!”

Sanji’s instinct is to back away slowly, but before he can, you lean in closer, examining him like a scientist studying a specimen.

“You’re funny” you say, tilting your head “And kinda cute. Maybe if I met you before Kidd, you’d stand a chance.”

Sanji swallows hard. “Uh… Really???? thanks?”

Your smirk falters, just for a moment. You glance toward the prison again, shoulders tensing before you quickly mask it with your usual bravado. But Sanji doesn’t miss the way your fingers tighten around the hilt of your dagger, like it’s the only thing keeping you steady.

“Have you… heard anything about them?” you ask softly, almost too quietly for Sanji to hear “Kid or Killer?”

The question catches him off guard. He’s not sure how to respond to this version of you, the one that isn’t grinning or threatening or tossing explosives.

“I’m not sure” he says finally “But… if they’re as stubborn as you, I’m sure they’re fine.”

You stare at him for a beat too long, and for once, Sanji doesn’t see wild amusement in your eyes but just raw, unspoken worry. Then, just like that, you snap back into place, a smirk tugging at your lips as you punch him lightly on the shoulder.

“Good answer” you say, punching him lightly on the shoulder. “I guess I won’t use you for target practice.”

Sanji smiles nervously, lighting a cigarette “Glad to hear it.”

“Come on,” you say, turning on your heel and motioning for him to follow. “Let’s find somewhere less boring to be.”

“Wait—what?”

“You’re with me now, pretty boy! Let’s make some chaos!”

Sanji sighs, but there’s a small, resigned smile on his face “This is going to be a nightmare, or a dream?”

You glance back at him with a knowing grin, your eyes glinting in the dim light.

“Oh, absolutely” you reply cheerfully, not really answering his question.

Sanji brings you back to the others after realizing you’re a magnet for chaos, and that leaving you alone in Wano might cause more problems for everyone.

When you meet the rest of the Strawhats, their reactions range from mild amusement to outright terror.

“Sanji. Explain” Nami demands, rubbing her temples. “Why did you bring her here?”

Sanji straightens his tie, trying to look nonchalant “Well, my dear Nami-swan, leaving a breathtaking lady like her alone in this dangerous place would be unforgivable!” He clears his throat. “And, uh… she might set something on fire.”

“That crazy one from Kid’s crew?” Zoro’s voice is flat, his hand already on the hilt of his sword. “Are we seriously doing this?”

“She’s not dangerous!” Sanji insists, trying to look calm, though sweat is running down his temple “Well, not to us. Probably.”

“Not dangerous?” Usopp squeaks, hiding behind Nami “Did you see the explosives? She’s definitely dangerous!”

You ignore their bickering, tilting your head as you survey the group. “So you’re the Straw Hats, huh? You don’t look as dumb as your captain.”

“Luffy’s not dumb!” Chopper snaps, puffing up his chest.

“Chopper, don’t provoke her!” Usopp hisses.

You crouch to Chopper’s eye level, grinning “Aww, look at you. You’re adorable. Maybe I won’t blow you up, either.”

Chopper freezes, torn between pride at being called adorable and terror at the implied threat.

“Anyway” Nami cuts in, arms crossed “why are you here, exactly? Shouldn’t you be off with your own crew?”

The question wipes the grin off your face. For a moment, you look almost lost “Kidd got himself thrown in prison, with your Captain” you admit “Killer’s missing. I don't know about the others. I’m the only one left.”

Robin watches you closely, her eyes narrowing in thought “And what about you?” she asks “What’s your plan?”

Your grin returns, sharper than ever. “Oh you're really beautiful! You sure you don’t want to run away with me instead? Anyway I don’t need a plan. I’ll just wing it.”

“That explains a lot,” Zoro mutters.

“Wait, wait, wait” Usopp interrupts, waving his arms “She doesn't seem that bad right now but why is she here? She's still from Kid’s crew? That guy’s a psychopath how can we trust her!”

At that, your entire demeanor shifts. You straighten, your grin turning into a challenging smirk “Careful what you say about my Captain” you warn, your voice low.

“Oh no” Usopp whispers, shrinking behind Franky.

“He’s not wrong, though” Zoro says casually.

You look at him, tilting your head, and then grin wider “Oh, I know. He’s terrible, but he’s my kind of terrible.”

“Wait,” Nami says, holding up a hand “Let me get this straight because I love myself some gossip. He yells constantly, gets into fights every five minutes, and has the worst temper imaginable… and you like him?”

You laugh, twirling a knife in your fingers “Like him? Sweetheart, I’d set the world on fire for him.”

The group collectively recoils.

“She’s insane” Zoro says flatly.

“She’s so romantic” Sanji argues.

“She’s going to kill us all” Usopp wails.

"She's funny" Robin says smiling at her and you smile back.

The group groans collectively, but secretly, some of them are starting to like you. A little. Maybe.

The sun is barely starting to set when you finally find them.

Kidd and Killer, both still recovering from what happened in prison, stand on the outskirts of the battlefield. The war in Wano is about to kick off, and you’re not one to miss a front-row seat to the chaos. The Strawhats and Heart Pirates are already preparing for the inevitable, but you have something else on your mind: your boys.

“Kid! Killer!” you yell, rushing forward, a wild grin spreading across your face.

Kidd looks up first, his cold gaze piercing through the chaos around him. For a second, he just stares, as if making sure you’re really there. When he spots you, his lips twitch upward into an almost imperceptible smirk.

Something in your chest loosens.

“I thought you’d have blown something up by now” Killer remarks, crossing his arms with a smirk that, despite the mask, you can tell is amused.

“Not yet, but I’m working on it!” You hold up your knife, a wicked gleam in your eyes “Wanna make things more interesting?”

Kidd grunts, clearly still in his “don’t give a damn” mood, but there’s an edge of relief in his voice “I see you’re still the same.”

“Of course! What did you expect? I’m not the kind of girl who changes just because of a little alone time.” You flash them a mischievous wink “Besides, I wasn’t really alone”

Killer laughs dryly, clearly not sure whether he should be worried “that’s good”

Kidd’s eyes narrow slightly “What do you mean?”

You smirk, stepping closer, knowing exactly what you’re doing “I made some… interesting friends while you were locked up.”

“Tch.” Kidd scoffs, but there’s something sharp in his gaze. “You’re trouble.”

You lean in just slightly, voice dropping into something more teasing “And you love that about me.”

For once, Kidd doesn’t fire back. He just exhales through his nose, tilting his head at you, eyes dark and unreadable.

You clap Killer on the shoulder, causing him to stiffen “Anyway, let’s get to the good stuff. I can’t wait to see all the destruction.”

At this point, the rest of the group catches up to you, Zoro, Nami, and the rest of the Strawhats, along with the Heart Pirates, have gathered, watching the reunion with a mix of surprise, curiosity, and a little bit of fear.

Nami grins at you “You found them!”

“Of course I did. You didn’t think I’d leave my poor Captain behind, did you?” You turn back to Kid and Killer “These are the Straw Hats. You’re gonna love them. Probably.”

“Love them?” Zoro snorts, rolling his eyes.

“She’s already trying to make us all blow up” Usopp adds, gesturing vaguely to the chaos around you.

“Oh, come on. I’m not that bad.” You wink at Usopp. “Unless you want to make things fun. Then, we can talk about explosions, I saw you use a similar technique anyway”

“You’re insane” Franky says, his robotic eye narrowing at you.

“Well, someone has to be. Might as well be me.” You grin widely.

Luffy suddenly hops forward “Hey, hey! We’re gonna be awesome together! So fun!!”

You nod enthusiastically, your eyes glinting with excitement. “Absolutely” you look at Kid, then back at Luffy “Though, I think your idea of fun might be a little different from mine.”

Zoro, trying to stay focused, huffs “Can we stop with the chit-chat? The war’s about to begin.”

“Right!” You clap your hands, finally taking a step back and getting into the serious mood “Let’s do this. Just remember, I’m not responsible for any ‘accidental’ explosions.”

Kid rolls his eyes but finally speaks up. “Don’t blow me up.”

You place a hand on your chest, feigning innocence “Oh, Kid, you wound me.” Then, after a beat, your voice drops, and you flash him a sly smile “I always make sure you walk away in one piece.”

Kidd doesn’t reply immediately, but his jaw clenches slightly, his smirk lingering just a little too long.

And then, the war begins.

It’s pure chaos from the start. The clash of swords, the explosions, the screams, and the shouts of warriors all around you, it’s the kind of battlefield you thrive in. It’s almost as if the chaos is where you truly come alive.

You find yourself charging headfirst into the fray, with Kidd and Killer close behind. The Strawhats and Heart Pirates are close by, taking on their own foes. You’re all part of the same fight now. There’s an undeniable bond forming between you and your new allies.

As you duck beneath a swing of a blade, you roll to the side, barely avoiding being cleaved in two. You throw a knife, hitting the enemy square in the chest, and grin as they fall to the ground.

“Oh, you’re all so predictable.” You say, practically skipping over their bodies. “You’ve got to mix it up more, or this’ll be over too quickly.”

Your laughter rings out, and in the midst of the battle, your eyes lock with Kidd’s for a split second. His lip curls into a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but something shifts in the air between you two. You feel a spark.

Robin, on the other side of the battlefield, has been watching you, her calm demeanor contrasting yours. She tilts her head thoughtfully and smirks.

You throw a playful wink her way.

Zoro is the next to speak, though his tone is oddly respectful. “You’re… not the worst, I guess. I mean, you seem perfect for him—chaotic, dangerous, and a little insane. Maybe more than a little.”

You laugh, twirling another knife in your hand. “You have no idea, sweetheart. But we make it work.” You glance over to Kidd, who’s taking down a group of enemies with brutal efficiency. “He’s like a wild storm, and I’m the lightning that follows him.”

You throw a glance at Kidd, and for just a moment, the two of you share a silent, knowing look—a fleeting exchange that’s heavier than it seems.

Killer, walking beside you, shakes his head in amusement “I'm actually impressed by this metaphor, it's perfect”

“You know I'm smart” you say with a grin, your voice a mix of affection and madness “Hey, if we survive this, maybe we can all have a drink after. I like the strawhats”

“Just don’t blow the bar up” Kidd grumbles, his eyes narrowing at you.

“Promises, promises” you sing back, dodging another strike and lunging forward with a wild, chaotic laugh. “Come on, guys! Let’s make sure we leave our mark on Wano!”

The battle rages on, but you and Kidd seem to gravitate toward each other. A few more waves of enemies fall under your combined onslaught. Every time you find yourself near him, his eyes catch yours, a brief, almost tender moment between the chaos.

As the last of the forces retreat and the dust settles, you stand side by side, both covered in sweat and grime, but your smiles say it all.

You turn to Kidd, eyes glinting mischievously “Well, we did it. I guess you could say we’re... unstoppable together.”

He looks at you, a rare smirk tugging at his lips. His voice is quieter now, softer than it’s been all day “You’re more trouble than you’re worth... but yeah. Maybe we are.”

Without warning, you step closer, your heart pounding as your fingers brush against his arm. Kidd doesn’t step back. Instead, he leans in just enough that the distance between you is minimal, your breath mingling. The battlefield seems to disappear, leaving only the two of you in the midst of a storm of emotions.

“You know,” you whisper, “I think I’m starting to like you even more than the explosions.”

Kidd’s eyes narrow, but there's something different in his gaze now. “Then you’ll love this,” he mutters, and before you can say another word, his lips crash against yours.

For a moment, everything else fades. The noise of the battle, the world around you—it’s all gone. The kiss is fierce, hungry, as though it’s been a long time coming, and the chaos of the battlefield now feels like a distant memory.

When he pulls away, both of you are breathless.

“Never a dull moment with you,” he says with a smirk.

You grin back, your heart racing “Not a chance.”

[mallyreallylikesjinx]

"Miss me?"

Yandere!Jinx x Reader

TW: Season 1 Jinx, kidnapping, violence, threats of violence, guilt tripping, emotional manipulation, use of restraints, bipolar episode? (Idk how to describe it exactly)

The freezing cold and pale hand on your shoulder should not have been the first indication that she had found you again.

A shiver ran down your spine. You didn't dare turn around.

"You better have a good excuse, angel." She spits out the name, like she just spoke the name of Caitlyn Kiramann. "Or I can't promise your bones'll be intact." Maybe you did have a good excuse, but it definitely would not be an excuse that would appease her.

You don't say anything. You practically can feel Jinx sneer, "That's what I thought." All possible togetherness in her tone was thrown out the window.

Another freezing cold object is placed next to your temple. You don't think it's another hand.

"What's that Zapper?" She asks, it's hard to tell if she's actually talking to her gun or just fucking with you. They're equally as possible with her. "Take Y/N home? What a great idea!"

Jinx's gun hits your head hard, and just like that you're out stone cold.

You wake up right back to where you started. Annoying.

You can hear Jinx's sobbing echoing through her hideout. She stops once she locks eyes with your tied up form.

There is no snarky or cheerful comment as she walks up to you. Only a bitter, bitter laugh. "I thought you were different." Jinx huffs out, "I thought you loved me." She smiles as if she was being funny.

Tears prick her eyes and she lets out a mangled moan of pain.

"But you're just like everyone else, aren't you?" Her tone is rising, and you are petrified, "Always leaving, always abandoning!”

"SHUT UP!" She screeches, setting off an explosive just a bit too close to you. She rubs her face, like she's trying to claw her skin off, "I can't think!"

"Am I not enough for you?" She sobs, an unnerving contrast to her personality two seconds ago. "I'll be better-I promise anything you want from me..."

She drops to your feet, she looks pathetic.

"Just... please don't leave me," Her hands hover around your face, aching to feel you, "not like she did."

And for some reason, you comforted her.

[alba1221141]

Mary Janes

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Arcane High school AU Jinx x female!reader

1

Jinx

"You got the stuff?"

"Yes, dumbass, when do I not?" My hand dives into my pocket. Out comes the 5g of Mary Jane.

"Now this? This is quality. High-end." I waggle the bag. "Don't waste it. Got it?"

Today's buyer nods. He's a boy, tall enough, with the kind of face that might make him passable to get with. He's definitely, probably, bought the weed hoping to get into some druggie girl's pants.

"$20." I hold my hand out.

Cue the grumbling. Expletives.

But hey, there it is—the crisp twenty, right in my palm.

"Pleasure doing business with ya!" I grin, pocketing the money as the boy walks away with a newfound swagger in his step.

Dealing’s not hard—not for me, at least. Dear old Dad supplies the goods: weed, ecstasy, coke, sometimes mushrooms. I supply the school. Easy. Weed’s the favorite, though. Always weed.

Then—ugh. That sound.

Click. Click.

Mary Janes.

I grimace.

And there she is. Little Miss Expert Saboteur. Brows furrowed. Lips tight. Clipboard ready.

"Ah, toots." I peel myself off the wall, sauntering over. "Come to ruin my fun again?"

"Dealing contraband is forbidden on school grounds," Y/N has to push the words out It looks like it hurts her to even utter the word contraband.

I clutch my chest, gasp. "Oh no! A crime! A horrific, terrible crime!" I stagger back, mocking it up real big. "Lock me away forever, toots!"

Nothing. Not even a smirk.

She scribbles on that stupid clipboard, eyes all slitty.

"Ohhh, I see how it is," I sneer, stepping closer. "Writing me up, huh?"

"Knock it off, Jinx," she snaps.

I raise my hands. Innocent. Halo practically glowing. "What? I didn’t mean to offend Little Miss Brown Nose."

Clipboard. Thrown. Smack.

And she’s off. Stiff-backed. Nose high.

I pick up the clipboard. Flip it open.

"Jinx, dealing pot on school grounds again. Issue: week detention."

I snort. Same old crap. She’s such a kiss ass.

Me and her? History. Friends once. Used to be. Past tense. Before she became this tight-ass snob. Okay, fine—maybe part of it’s on me. Messed-up kid. Scary. Whatever. But the kicker? Silco takes me in, and just like that—childhood, fairy tales, besties—splat.

I chuck the clipboard into the trash and light it up.

Flick. Flame.

The fire snaps to life, chomping through her pathetic little notes like it’s starving.

I watch, arms folded, leaning back, enjoying the show. A grin creeps onto my face, sharp and hungry.

The flames crackle, roaring as they climb up the sides of the trash can. The heat bites at my skin, but I don't flinch.

And then—BOOM.

The trash can goes off like a cheap firecracker, bursting with a loud pop. I grin at the sight.

Her precious clipboard? Allllll gone.

"Oopsie,"

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Y/N

Gosh, gosh, gosh!

She just has to mess up everything all the time. And she just had to keep the clipboard, god knows what shes done to it, probably discovered a way to it into some kind of powder to snort.

And why on earth did she have to taint the school with her sketchy little deals, is it that hard to refrain from drug dealing on school property, apparently for Jinx its a severe struggle.

Gosh and to think i'd once associated myself with her, well... she was different then, less... deranged. She was Powder, but anyone with half a braincell could see the foundations of Jinx, the outbursts, the meltdowns... it was only a matter of time before she cracked... i just wished it was later rather than sooner i just wanted more time.

I slam the locker shut, hard enough to make it rattle. Ugh, why was I even thinking about her? Like, seriously, what is wrong with me? A fixation? Gross. Absolutely disgusting. I yank at the buttons on my shirt, finally grabbing my cheerleading top and shimmying into it.

"Whats going on with you today?" Mel nudges me making me jump. “You missed Caitlyn’s romantic musings. Again. Which as trivial as they are you seem to love.”

Caitlyn huffs, "They're not trivial... just why cupcake why does she persist with that damn name, but that's beside the point... what's going on with you, you've been blanking out."

"No, no, I'm fine, probably PMSing is all." I deflect leaning against the locker.

Mel, Caitlyn, and I have been tight since freshman year. Well, me and Caitlyn long before that. Her parents—the Kirammans—are, like, dripping in generational wealth. Private tutors, fancy everything, the whole deal. Then, because Caitlyn absolutely insisted, they finally caved and let her go to public school.

After the whole disaster with Pow—no, Jinx—we kind of just... found each other. Both of us needed normal, and we’ve been best friends ever since.

Mel's a senior, a year above us, but when we showed up at Piltover Community three years ago, she just... adopted us to put it simply. She’s a Medarda—her family owns part of the trust that funds the school. Everyone kisses her feet. Head of student council, Model UN, you name it.

Cheerleading practice goes by without anymore qualms until... Water’s spraying from the celling everywhere, that damn beeping piercing everyone's ears — the fire alarm. It’s not a drill. Cait and I would've been told, Mel would've given us the heads up.

But I know exactly who it is. Blue braids trailing behind a certain figure slipping out of the gym. She spots me instantly, turns around, and—the audacity—winks at me.

Jinx

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authors note: hey this is my first fanfiction on Tumblr, hope you like it :) please like and reblog!

[snoozify]

CRY FOR ME

L - O - V - E or hatred

Jinx x Ex Reader

Warnings: angst. Ooc Jinx. Revenge. Jinx gets what she deserves. Small make out. Happy ending for Y/N, but no happy ending for Jinx.

A/N: this fic is based off the song Cry For Me by Twice

As you kneel on the floor, your hands clutching desperately at the fabric of her shirt, sobs rack your body. “Please,” you choke out, your voice raw with desperation. “I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t leave.”

Jinx crouches down to your level, her icy blue eyes scanning your tear-streaked face with something that almost looks like amusement. Almost. Then she smiles soft, almost pitying as she reaches out, her fingers brushing against your damp cheek. For a second, you lean into her touch, craving the warmth, the familiarity. But then she speaks.

“I’m tired of this,” she murmurs, her tone light, almost casual. “Tired of you.”

Her words slice through you, sharper than any blade. Your breath catches, your grip on her tightening. “Jinx, don’t- don’t be like this. Let’s just talk, please,” you plead, your voice barely above a whisper.

She exhales sharply, already standing, already slipping away. “I’m done talking,” she mutters, turning toward the door. Her fingers hover over the handle for only a second before she glances back at you broken, desperate, still hoping. And that’s what makes her smile widen, just a little.

“You really need to learn how to let go.”

The door creaks open, the night air rushing in, cold and indifferent. But Jinx isn’t finished. She tilts her head, eyes flickering with something unreadable before she delivers the final blow.

“Goodbye, Y/N.” Her voice is almost sweet, almost mocking. “I wanted to end this on better terms, but you’re such a damn crybaby.”

Then the door slams shut behind her.

Silence.

It crashes into you, suffocating in its finality. The echoes of your own sobs are the only thing left in the space she abandoned, filling in the void she left behind. Your mind replays everything the fight, the cruel words, the way she looked at you like you were nothing. And yet, you still can’t figure it out.

What did you do to make her so heartless?

You hate her for this for the way she tore you apart with a smile on her face, like it was nothing. Like you were nothing. You tell yourself the missed days of school have nothing to do with her, that you just needed a break. But deep down, you know the truth. You couldn’t stop crying. You couldn’t even pull yourself together long enough to pretend you were okay.

Your body aches, every step feeling heavier than the last, and you hate yourself for letting it get to this point. As you walk into school after days of hiding away, your eyes scan the halls, wondering if they know. If she made sure they knew. Jinx probably told the whole school, just to twist the knife a little deeper, just to make sure you felt as miserable as possible.

The moment you step inside, you feel the weight of their stares. You tell yourself it could be because you missed so much school but you know better. It’s the breakup. The whispers, the stolen glances, the way people watch you like you’re something tragic. You want to disappear, to turn around and run, but you can’t. You’re already here.

Then there’s her. Every class you share, every hallway you pass through, she’s there untouched, unaffected. And when you finally walk past her, risking a glance in her direction, she doesn’t ignore you. She laughs. A short, careless chuckle before looking away, like you were just another joke. Another stupid, pathetic thing she got bored of.

And that’s what breaks you all over again.

You knew this was coming. You knew Jinx wasn’t the type to leave things quietly, to let you lick your wounds in peace. But somehow, the reality of it stings more than you expected.

The laughter lingers in your head, playing on a loop as you push through the day. Every classroom feels suffocating, every hallway a battlefield. People whisper when they think you’re not listening, stealing glances like you’re some tragic cautionary tale. And Jinx she thrives in it. You see it in the way she lounges at her desk, the smirk that tugs at her lips when she catches you looking. Like she’s daring you to say something.

But you don’t.

You keep your head down, moving through the day like a ghost. Avoiding her is impossible, she’s everywhere. And the worst part? She wants you to see her. To see that she’s fine. Better than fine. Like she’s never even thought about you since she walked out that door.

At lunch, you sit alone, picking at your food, stomach too twisted to actually eat. Across the cafeteria, Jinx is with her friends, laughing, carefree, as if none of it ever happened. And when her eyes flicker to you, just for a second, she grins.

Not a friendly grin. Not even an I’m sorry grin.

A cruel one.

And that’s when you realize she wants you to suffer. She wants you to cry for her.

You don’t understand why she’s not affected by this breakup like you are, why are you the only one crying, the only person suffering and why was she so happy seeing you like this. You want her to feel the same pain you did you want her to cry for you the same way you did for her

You want her to feel every tear that’s fallen, every sleepless night, every single moment where you’ve been drowning in this pain, wondering what went wrong. It’s not enough that she’s walked away. You need her to feel it.

You need her to break. You need her to feel the sharp sting of regret just like you do. You want to see her cry for you the way you’ve cried for her, every second, every day since the breakup. You need that moment where she realizes she messed up, when she realizes she let you go and that nothing feels right without you.

But it’s never going to happen, is it?

She’s already moved on, it’s like she’s never even cared. And that cuts deeper than anything she could have said. Every time you see her laugh, every time she glances at you with that smug smile, it’s like a slap in the face. You’re not even worth a second thought to her.

But I’ll make her regret it, you think.

If it’s the last thing you do, you’ll make her regret throwing you away. Because even if she’s not crying now, you’ll make sure she does. You’ll make sure she feels every ounce of pain you’ve been carrying around.

And maybe then, she’ll understand what she lost.

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Days drag on, and Jinx seems to be having the time of her life, completely unfazed by the breakup. You watch from a distance as she laughs, jokes, and moves on with ease, while you’re still drowning in the aftermath. But you’ve had enough of being the one who hurts. If she wants to play this game, then you’re ready.

You know exactly what you need to do to make her feel what you’ve been feeling. If she thinks she can walk away and live her life without any consequences, she’s wrong. You’ll make sure she knows exactly what she lost, and this time, it’ll be her who’s left wondering where it all went wrong.

You’re done being the one left broken. Now, it’s her turn.

You start by changing your wardrobe, wearing clothes that are bolder, more revealing things you never dared to wear while you were with Jinx. At first, you tell yourself it won’t make a difference, that it’s just a small change. But then, you see her eyes follow you across the room, her gaze lingering just a little too long. She doesn’t say anything at first, but the way her jaw tightens and the flicker of irritation in her eyes is enough.

It pisses her off. You can tell. And that's exactly what you want. Every time she glances at you, it’s like she’s trying to figure out why you're so different now, why you're finally doing the things she never let you do before. The shift doesn't go unnoticed by her, and it’s starting to get under her skin.

You start playing the game getting closer to the girl Jinx’s been talking to since the breakup. It starts off harmless enough, just casual compliments, but soon enough, you're leaning in, dropping hints, making it clear you’re interested. You can see the way the other girl responds, how her smiles grow a little wider, how she seems to look for more from you. And you give it to her more compliments, more attention, until it’s no longer subtle. You're throwing yourself at her, and the girl can’t help but fall into it.

The tension builds, and one afternoon, the two of you find yourselves in the janitor’s closet. Your lips are on hers, hands tangled in her hair, the weight of the situation sinking in. And then you hear the sound of the door creaking open.

You pull back, just enough to see Jinx standing in the doorway, frozen, eyes wide, and lips pressed into a thin, tight line. You glance at her, unbothered, and smirk. “Jeez, Jinx, knock next time,” you say casually, turning back to the girl in front of you and going right back to kissing her, ignoring the storm you’ve just unleashed.

You can see it every time you pass by her Jinx is pissed, and it’s impossible to miss. Her jaw clenches, teeth grinding together as you walk past, and you almost enjoy the way her whole body tenses up. She huffs under her breath, her gaze narrowing as she watches you with barely contained frustration. You catch snippets of the things she mutters to herself, words you can’t quite make out, but you can feel the venom in them.

It’s like a game now. Every encounter, every time you catch her eye, you feel the tension crackle in the air between you two. Her control is slipping, and you’re enjoying the way it gets to her. You walk by with your head held high, letting her stew in her anger, knowing exactly what’s eating at her.

Every time you see her, the look in Jinx’s eyes gets sharper, like she’s trying to cut through you with nothing but her glare. It’s clear she’s on the edge, and you can feel it in the air whenever she’s near. But you don’t back down. If anything, it only fuels the fire. You start to notice the way she clenches her fists when you pass, or the way she bites the inside of her cheek, trying to hold herself together.

You’ve got her exactly where you want her, and it feels almost too good. You’re not the one breaking down anymore. She is. Every time you see her, she’s a little more unravelled, and you can't help but watch it happen. You don't even have to do much; your mere presence is enough to send her spiraling.

But when you see her at lunch, sitting with her friends, you can’t ignore the way she’s staring at you now. It’s not the same intense, angry gaze it’s something else, something deeper, almost pleading. It’s like she wants to get close again, but she’s too proud to make the first move. You can feel her frustration radiating, but you stay distant, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing you weaken.

You're in control now, and you wonder just how far she’ll go to get under your skin again.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?”

You freeze at the sound of her voice, that familiar lilt you once found comforting now carrying a weight you can't shake off. You turn, and there she is Jinx. Her face is a mess of frustration and regret, but there's something else too. You can see the red around her eyes, the faint traces of tears like she’s been fighting something all on her own. For a moment, a twisted part of you wants to smile, but you don’t. Not yet.

“What do you want?” You can’t hide the cold edge to your voice as you meet her eyes. Your steps are deliberate as you walk toward her, not giving her the luxury of your softness this time.

She looks around at the busy hallway, glancing at the people walking past. It's like she’s checking for witnesses, making sure no one can hear the crack in her voice as she speaks again. “Can we go somewhere more private?”

You eye her, studying her face, wondering what game she's playing now. The expression on her face is raw, like she’s been fighting with herself. You hesitate but then decide to follow, sensing something real beneath her usual bravado.

Jinx leads you down the hallway, towards an empty classroom, the silence between you thick and charged. When she opens the door, you follow her inside, and she locks it behind her with a soft click. The action feels like a finality, as if there’s no going back once that door is shut.

She exhales deeply, letting the air out of her lungs like she’s carrying a weight she can't bear alone anymore. You can see her shoulders tense as she faces you, the vulnerability there for just a second before she tries to mask it.

"You wanted to talk. So talk," you say, your voice cool, controlled, masking the churn of emotions you’ve been holding in since the breakup. You watch her, not giving an inch, waiting to hear her side of the story if there is one.

Jinx’s gaze flickers to the floor for a second before meeting your eyes, and for the briefest moment, it feels like she’s on the edge of saying something real, something meaningful. But then, that familiar mask she wears starts to form again.

“I... I don’t know how to start this.” Her voice cracks, the confidence she usually wears like armor slipping for just a moment. She takes a step closer, but you hold your ground, arms crossed, unwavering. “I didn’t expect it to hit me like this,” she continues, her eyes searching yours, looking for something. Maybe an excuse. Maybe forgiveness.

You bite your lip, trying to stay composed as she speaks. “You didn’t expect what?” The words slip out before you can stop them. You know she’s not going to give you the closure you want, not in the way you deserve. But maybe, just maybe, hearing it from her will give you some kind of twisted satisfaction.

Jinx sighs heavily, her shoulders drooping under the weight of her words. She looks at you, almost defeated, her usual bravado stripped away. “I didn’t expect to miss you this much,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, the raw honesty making your chest tighten for a moment. “Seeing this new person, being with them... it’s genuinely made me realize the person I lost. The one I took for granted.”

Her voice falters just a little, as though she’s testing the waters, trying to see if she can get through to you. Her eyes search yours, pleading for some kind of understanding, some kind of softness. But you don't let yourself soften. You can't.

You don’t say anything at first, letting the silence stretch between the two of you. You stand there, unmoving, letting her words fall on deaf ears. It’s not that you don’t hear her it’s that you’ve heard this same thing before, too many times. It’s the same pattern, the same lies wrapped in a different package, and you won’t let yourself fall for it again.

“You’re not sorry,” you finally say, voice firm, cutting through the tension that’s started to build. “You don’t miss me, Jinx. You miss the control, the comfort. The idea of me, not me.” Your words are sharp, as much of a warning to yourself as they are to her. “You’re just desperate. That’s why you’re standing here, saying all these things, hoping I’ll let you back in. But I’m not buying it. Not this time.”

Jinx flinches at the harshness of your tone, and you can see her trying to muster some kind of defense, some way to explain away her actions. But the cracks are showing. The cocky exterior she’s spent so long perfecting is slipping, and for a moment, you almost feel sorry for her. Almost.

Her lips part like she wants to say something, but the words get stuck in her throat. “You don’t get it,” she finally mutters, almost to herself. “You don’t get how much I’ve fucked up. How much I’ve lost.”

You shake your head, letting out a sharp breath. “No. You don’t get it, Jinx. You lost me the moment you chose to walk away. And no amount of regret or desperation is going to change that.”

The silence between you grows thick, but you hold firm, unmoving. She might be sorry now, but it doesn’t matter. You’ve moved on, and there’s nothing she can do to take that away from you.

And then, just when you think you’re walking away from it all, you hear it the sound you’ve been bracing for. The one thing you’ve been waiting for, hoping for, despite yourself. The thing that makes the small part of you, the one that used to care so much, freeze in place.

Jinx’s shoulders tremble, her breath hitches, and then the tears start to fall.

At first, you feel your heart drop. You freeze, watching as the girl who used to hold your heart in her hands crumbles before you. It’s a sight you never wanted to see, but now that it’s here, you’re not sure how to react. She’s not the same person, not the one who used to laugh and joke her way through everything. She’s raw, broken, and for a split second, you wonder if you made the right choice.

But then you remember you were the one crying first. You were the one left behind, the one who felt like they couldn’t breathe. The one who had to pick up the pieces of their life after she walked out the door. And as much as you hated to admit it, there’s something about seeing her suffer that hits different now.

Because it’s not just the sight of her pain it’s the fact that she’s feeling the same exact thing you did. That realization hits you with a wave of satisfaction, something you didn’t know you needed until now. You watch as the tears roll down her cheeks, her face contorted with regret, with something that resembles what you felt in the days following the breakup.

For a brief, selfish moment, you feel a sense of relief. She’s not untouchable, not immune to the hurt she caused. You wanted this, whether you admitted it to yourself or not you wanted her to feel the weight of what she did to you. And now she does.

You stand there for a moment, conflicted. Part of you wants to offer comfort, to step back into the familiar role of the person who made it all better. But the other part of you, the one that’s been holding it all together, knows better. She doesn’t deserve your sympathy not after everything she put you through.

So, you stay silent, just watching her, letting the tears fall without offering a hand to wipe them away. You tell yourself it’s the closure you need, the last bit of satisfaction you’ve been searching for in this whole painful mess.

"Y/N, I’m sorry," she chokes out between sobs, her voice thick with desperation. "I didn’t mean to walk out that night. I didn’t mean to act like I didn’t care about your feelings. I’m sorry for making you feel like shit."

Tears spill down her face, unchecked, her breath coming in uneven gasps. She looks so small like this, so unlike the person who turned her back on you that night, leaving you alone with nothing but pain and unanswered questions.

You step closer, watching her carefully, letting her sit in the weight of her own guilt. Her hands twitch at her sides, hesitating, before finally gripping your waist uncertain, almost afraid. But you don’t move away.

Instead, you cup her face in your hands, your thumbs brushing against the wet trails of her tears. You wipe them away, just like you did before before she left you shattered, before she made you question if you had ever been enough.

"I’m sorry," she whispers again, her voice cracking. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry-"

You lean in, lips hovering just above hers, teasingly close. You hear the way her breath catches, see the way her lashes flutter, the way her entire body tenses like she’s bracing for impact.

But she doesn’t deserve tenderness. Not yet.

So instead of giving her the softness she craves, you take.

Your lips crash against hers, hard and punishing, swallowing whatever sound of surprise escapes her. She gasps against your mouth, and you take advantage, deepening the kiss, sliding your tongue past her parted lips. The moment she moans, you seize control, gripping the back of her neck and pulling her impossibly closer.

The kiss is messy, all heat and desperation, filled with the anger you never got to unleash and the hunger neither of you want to acknowledge. Your teeth catch her bottom lip, tugging sharply, and she whimpers a sound that sends a thrill through you.

Your hands move, exploring, roaming her body with a possessiveness that makes her shudder beneath your touch. She melts into you so easily, so willingly, her body pliant and eager against yours. Her fingers dig into your waist, her nails biting through the fabric of your clothes as if she’s trying to ground herself, to hold onto something solid in the chaos of this moment.

And then just as her knees begin to go weak, just as she starts to lose herself in you, you stop.

You pull away, leaving only a thin strand of saliva connecting you.

She blinks up at you, lips swollen, pupils blown wide with want. Her breath comes in uneven pants, her entire body trembling from the sheer force of what just happened.

But this time, she doesn’t get to be the one in control.

You watch as the tears continue to stream down her face, her lips trembling, her breath uneven. The sight of Jinx so broken, so vulnerable should make you feel something close to sympathy. But it doesn’t. Not after everything. Instead, a slow, satisfied smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you tilt her chin up with a single finger, forcing her to look at you.

“Jeez,” you murmur, voice dripping with mock concern. “You are such a crybaby.”

The words hit her like a slap, and you can see the flicker of recognition in her watery eyes. It’s the same insult she threw at you the night she shattered your heart and walked away without a second thought.

The same word that made you vow to make her suffer the way she made you suffer. Now, it’s her turn to feel the weight of it, to know what it’s like to be the one left aching.

As you turn to leave, there’s no hesitation in your steps, no lingering doubt. The weight that once sat heavy in your chest feels lighter now, replaced by something cold but satisfying. It was never about winning her back it was about making her feel the way she made you feel. About ensuring that, for once, she was the one left drowning in regret, lost in the emptiness she created.

You reach the door, resting your hand on the knob before pausing. Something inside you tells you to look back one last time, and when you do, you see her Jinx, still standing in the dimly lit classroom, shoulders shaking, silent tears streaming down her face.

She looks so different from the girl who walked away from you that night, so different from the one who laughed while you suffered. Now, she’s the one who’s breaking.

A bitter smirk tugs at your lips as you take in the sight. “Goodbye, Jinx,” you say, your voice eerily calm, steady in a way it never was when you were the one begging. “I hope we ended this on good terms.”

And with that, you walk out, leaving her behind just like she once did to you.

Tags: @otterluver05. @halle5s. @vienwood. @grosspube.

Ⓒ︎ seulszn

[arcanewhoosh]

Tribulations and Triumphs (Partners in Crime, chapter 7)

This chapter is also posted in AO3 here

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Proofread? Y/N

Relevant Tags: Jinx x Reader, Modern AU

After two weeks of radio silence, you and Jinx finally have a chance to talk and hash things out. Meanwhile, the Hex Coil project is given another chance to prove itself.

This was supposed to be a longer chapter but I saw that I was pushing 4k words and I hadn't even started the supposed last scene so there's a section that's alluding to a flashback, but the flashback will be in the next chapter instead, along with the last scene.

Also one of the reasons this took longer is because I had an entirely different scene with Jinx written out. Then about a week ago I randomly realized that the scene didn't feel like it was the sensible route to go with, so I scrapped it and went with the current version. But that also means I might have to write more chapters lol.

In the few seconds between you turning the doorknob and the door itself opening, a flurry of thoughts managed to run through your mind.

Do I apologize first? Will she apologize first? Who's more in the wrong? Wait it's probably me. Dammit. Have I apologized enough? Should I have eased up on the texting maybe?

After all, you spent the better part of the past two weeks being absolutely pathetic chasing after Jinx. You could admit that now, since- mercifully- she was the one who showed up at your door and not the other way around. But now that she was actually at your door, you realize that all those days wanting to talk to her, you hadn't properly thought out what you wanted to say to her--whatever that meant.

Then there was your earlier conversation with Viktor, which spurred the rational, self-respecting part of your brain. The part that told you that Jinx should've discussed the party instead of jumping the gun and surprising you with a room full of people. Some of which you didn't even know.

Why is she here? To talk, obviously. But would she only talk about the party; why she did it? Would she talk your ear off for starting the fight? Would she apologize? You realize quickly that one of the drawbacks of reconnecting with people you haven't spoken with in years, is that you no longer have a solid sense as to what their motives are.

You steel yourself as you open the door, forcing your face to remain impassive.

Flowers are immediately thrust into you face when the door does fully open.

"I'm sorry." Is what greets you from behind the assailing purple flowers.

You blink. "Flowers?"

"… Yeah I don't know either." She shrugs, not out of nonchalance, but from what you can tell, anxiousness, nerves. And just like that, seven words addressed to you, and your resolve is already chipped at the edges.

The both of you stand there for a few moments, Jinx not making a move to enter like she usually does; you not moving aside to let her in. You could count on one hand the number of times Jinx reeled in her usually unfiltered nature. First when you two had met as kids, second when Vi had gotten mad at her for getting paint on her boxing gloves, and third… back during times you'd rather not remember.

"Come on in." You say as you open the door wider and step to the side. She walks in as you mutter a slightly confused thank you for the flowers. She's in the middle of making a comment about Caitlyn once bringing Vi flowers as an apology when she notices the bat resting by the wall. She stops mid-stride and raises an eyebrow at you.

"In my defense, I thought I was gonna get robbed."

Who the hell would knock before robbing someone. You hear her response in your head before she can even say it. That's a lot of snark for someone apologizing, you'd then answer. But she doesn't, and it throws you off just a tiny bit. 

"Yeah, that's fair." Another awkward pause as she waits for you to close the door. "I came here to apologize about the party. It was a bad idea." It was a terrible idea. But you don't say that, of course. Instead, you simply nod and wait for her to continue.

“I can see that it made you really uncomfortable and that’s why you reacted that way. I shouldn’t have assumed that a couple of years and you’d be okay to party or whatever, and that’s on me.”

Is she… following an apology format? She couldn’t be. Surely, self-assured, stubborn, prideful, smart Jinx wouldn’t google how to set up an apology. But then again, it was something you were taught in group therapy back in the day. Who’s to say that she wasn’t taught the same things. She does look sincere, though, if not struggling, absolutely out of her element.

“I feel really shitty about it and… I really want to make it up to you, only if you want, no pressure, take your time with it-" She rubs her hands on her face and lets out a grunt before flopping onto your couch. "God, why is this so hard?”

“Apologizing to me is hard?” You quirk an eyebrow.

She straightens immediately. “No, no of course not. It’s…ugh, stupid Caitlyn and her gentle parenting.” She mutters the last part out, clearly annoyed, but you still catch it. If you weren’t trying so hard to remain stoic, you would've laughed.

"What about Caitlyn?"

"Nothing! I'm-" She stands and walks up to you, for a moment you think she's about to seize your hands. A habit she reacquired and often used when she was trying to reassure you that her latest project was totally safe and wouldn't blow up.

It always blew up.

"I'm just… I had this entire plan on how to do this, and I knew what I was supposed to say, and now." You try to ignore the pang of disappointment in your chest when she stops herself from reaching out to you.

"I messed this up, too." She wraps her arms around herself, eyes downcast. You stop yourself from walking over to her and lifting her chin up.

She sighs for a moment, before continuing. "I really do feel bad about what I did, and I feel worse for running off after."

"And not speaking to me for two weeks." You add, your tone snappy but dulled at the edges. "You could've… I don't know, at least let me know you were okay?" Her head snaps up to look at you, a mix of surprise and confusion on her face.

"Why would you need to know if I was okay?" You scoff and throw your hands up. so much for staying impassive.

"Because I care? Because we spent the better half of the past few months with each other than without?" The confession nets the opposite of the response you were hoping for. You half expected her to be upset about your sarcasm, half expected her to look like she understood what you wanted to convey--I am so fucking sorry about what I did too--but instead she... Looks more confused?

"I started a whole fight and put your family in the hospital, and you’re… you’re not even mad?" Now you're confused, too. "I don’t know what’s worse, you apologizing or you shouting at me.”

She opens her mouth to say something, but quickly closes it again. Her eyes leave yours for a few moments, instead settling to a spot a little to your left. A quirk she has when she's trying to think about what she wants to say.

"But... The party--"

"Was something you should've discussed with me first, and not jumped into, yes." You hold your hand up when you see her about to cut in. "But even I can admit I was way out of line with how I reacted. And then I kept trying to contact you like some creep."

Your attempt at a joke flies over her head, and nets you the opposite of your desired response. "I ghosted you for two weeks, and did this whole party thing; why aren't you mad?" Her voice starts to rise at her question, and you find your temper flaring in response.

"Because I recognize that I screwed up, too? Why the hell would you want me to be mad?"

"Cause you're being too fucking nice!"

"Didn't you come here to apologize? Now you're upset that I wanna resolve this? What's wrong with talking this out like adults?"

Even though you don't know Jinx as well as you used too, her tendency to close herself off and blow up at people when she was too anxious to talk thing out is something that has never changed. You know you should be the more mature one, the one who takes the high road, the calm one. Her face scrunches up in anger.

"Oh, excuse me for being childish, oh righteous one!"

Maybe it was the fact that it was three in the morning, maybe it was the fact that her visit caught you off guard, or maybe you do have a right to be angry, to yell, to ask her What were you thinking? I thought you'd know me better than to bring up a bad memory.

"You know what?" You scoff. "I think I am mad about the party. Because what the fuck were you thinking?" The wrong thing to say, really. But now you're angry, and you find that you don't really care what comes out of your mouth.

"Oh here we go. What were you thinking, Jinx? You should've known better, Jinx." She does a mocking impression of your voice "I'm sorry for trying to do something nice for you--"

"You literally could've talked to me about this first!" Your voice cracks a bit as you shout. You never really did well with verbal confrontations. "It's not rocket science."

Jinx, however, is an expert at it. "Well my bad for thinking you got over it in therapy. Didn't you have that in juvie?"

Oh.

That'll do it.

It takes a few seconds for her to register what she had just said. But you, it hits you the moment the words left her mouth. The immediate ringing in your ears, the heat in your arms that starts creeping down to your hands as your breathing becomes ragged.

Her brows unfurrow, and her eyes widen as--what you hope is--immediate regret washes over her face. The I'm sorry, that was too far, I didn't mean it already one her lips. But it's too late now.

It’s amazing--frighteningly amazing really--that the one person who could convince you to talk at fuck all in the morning; who could wear down the guard you set up for yourself without even trying; make you forgive her so easily—and you’ve already forgiven her for the party, honestly—could single-handedly tear your chest open and rip you apart.

But should you really be surprised?

"Get out." You say through gritted teeth. You turn your face when her eyes try to meet yours.

"Wait-"

"Get. Out." You blink away the tears threatening to fall down your face. You are not going to let her see you cry. "Don't fucking speak to me, again." You turn around and walk over to the door, open in, and wait for her to step through. All the while looking at the wall in front of you.

No words are heard through the quiet hallway of your building as Jinx leaves, only the loud slamming of your apartment door.

Despite having an absolutely shitty week, significant progress had been made with the Hex Coil. Firstly, the Council had agreed to reopen the testing site for Hex Tech, after a lengthy discussion on how you absolutely needed the chambers to run more tests and; how high the return on investment would be if you were able to test successfully and release this to the public during a power crisis. Secondly, after having to redo the schematic diagrams for the Hex Coil--and a little help from an anger-infused work fixation--you were able to figure out how not to blow up the entire setup while activating the gemstone. Now, all you needed was another run through with Jayce and Viktor at the testing chamber.

You’re currently wrapped up in drawing a barely comprehensible graph, occasionally looking over to your computer to confirm that the manual computations you were making matched up with the ones on your screen. Viktor and Jayce were looking over at machine diagnostics, making sure nothing would go wrong with all the hardware that was just replaced.

"Okay, so the simulation didn't blow up the computer, so theoretically, the real thing shouldn't blow up either." You say to yourself as you try to give yourself a pep talk, unaware of Viktor raising an eyebrow at your statement.

“I don’t think the computer’s processing capabilities have anything to do with our test running correctly.” You hear him say. You don’t turn around, too engrossed on the graph you were making.

“Well—I mean I made the simulation so…” You trail off, hoping that Viktor drops the topic. The simulation was pretty well made. You should know, you spent the entire week making it.

“Uhuh.” Is the response you get. You feel an unreasonably heavy hand pat you on the shoulder, which could only mean this was Jayce offering support.

“It’ll be fine, we worked out all the kinks from the first test. If something else goes wrong, we’ll fix it again.” Ever the optimistic, Jayce gives your shoulder a squeeze before returning to his monitors, putting on his protective goggles. “So, are we ready to test this, or what?”

Viktor follows suit, giving you a thumbs up before putting on his goggles. “Diagnostics are good, ready when you are.” He says as he turns a key, and you hear the familiar hum signaling the equipment in the testing chamber coming to life.

Oh so suddenly, your nerves are alight. With the time-consuming distraction of having to set up the Hex Coil reaching its ends, you’re suddenly very, very aware of the weight of the project. A million different scenarios of how things can go wrong suddenly flit though your mind, the events of Progress Day—and unfortunately, the events after—at the forefront.

You make your way towards the observation windows, and see the rods around the main and subcoils start to spin. An update that you deemed needed. It would take the load of the entire set up if you did a warm start with the coils, instead of having everything spring to life at the same time.

A knot forms in your stomach, whether from anticipation, or dread, you're not sure. Between the first test just a few weeks ago, and the expectation of results for this test, everything is suddenly starting to feel very real. As if the past week—three—flew by in an indistinguishable blur.

You shake your head, trying to will away the dread creeping up on you.

You’ll be fine. A voice in your head says. A memory, really, an unwelcome one at that.

What if I won’t be?

I’ll catch you, don’t worry about it.

“Sprout?”

You blink.

Jayce. Jayce is calling from behind you.

You quickly shake your head and put on your headphones and goggles, pretending to now hear Viktor’s Are you alright? And opting to stand near the main unit, putting a hand on the glass casing of the lever. You pull down the mic from your headphones—another new addition that made it easier to communicate while the coil was operating.

“Testing chamber clear?” You start.

“Clear!” You wince slightly as Viktor’s loud, staticky voice comes through the headphones.

“You don’t have to shout anymore, Viktor, we have microphones now!” Jayce’s own voice comes through, albeit at a much more reasonable volume.

“Sorry!” Viktor shouts again.

The moment is ridiculous enough that some of the tension leaves your shoulders, and you allow yourself to let out a chuckle.

“Alright, let’s stay focused here.”

“Sorry.” They both say.

“Main coil?”

“Level.”

“Sub coils?”

“Fully operational!”

Now or never.

“Hex Coil test running in three—“You lift the glass panel.

I’ll catch you!

“Two—“

Promise?

“—One.”

You pull the lever. The humming grows louder, clearly audible despite the protection of the headphones. The light from the gemstone seeps into the observation room, flooding it in blue. All three of you whip your heads to the screen showing the chamber. Sparks of electricity already transferring from the main coil to the sub coils.

"Rectifiers?" Your eyes don’t leave the screen as you ask. The rods on the coils look stable, and there aren't any immediately visible red flags. You hear a cackle of static followed by a They're stable! from Jayce.

You make your way to the observation window. Confident in leaving the main panel after installing kill switches in Jayce and Viktor's stations in case anything went awry.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and lean a bit closer to the glass, only now allowing yourself to take in the beauty of the sight before you. The gemstone is glowing a brilliant blue, casting light across the entire testing chamber. Nothing has blown up yet, and Everything is working and We're fine, we're fine, we're fine.

Then you notice the hum start to go quiet, and the glow of the gemstone start to dull. You push your face up to the glass, before taking off your goggles and headphones to turn around.

Jayce is at your station, holding the lever down, and Viktor is standing beside you--When did he get here? --smiling.

"What--"

"The batteries are already full." Jayce says simply, taking off his headphones, and your jaw drops.

"Batteries that were built to power houses for at least a week. Full in no less than three minutes." Viktor puts a hand on your shoulder and gives you a little shake to get you out of your stupor. You, however, are still stunned.

Three minutes, the coil was already running for three minutes?

"It… It worked?" You say it so quietly that Viktor almost doesn’t hear it. He lets out a soft laugh and pats you on the back.

"Yes, yes I think it did. Looks like your simulation was correct." Jayce makes his way over to the both of you, a huge grin on his face.

"We did it, sprout."

You let out a huff, unable to reply with words. You look back at the gemstone; rods still spinning slowly around it.

"We did it." You finally manage.

"Jayce did just say that." The half condescending tone in Viktor's voice completely flies over your head, as you’re already turning around, putting your hands on the former's shoulders and shaking him--violently, he claims--and jumping up and down. You ignore his pleas for you to stop shaking him. You do, however, take it easy on the jumping on account of his leg.

Jayce joins in, and eventually Viktor relents and celebrates with the both of you; all of you exclaiming celebratory remarks. The occasional variations of, Wait till those snob-nosed councilors see this, and, Hey, easy, my wife's a councilor, being thrown around.

Eventually, you all calm down. You, out of choice, the other two, out of necessity. You make sure to point out that they're getting old, and their old bones can't handle jumping around anymore. Viktor comments that he has a valid reason to on account of his leg, then follows up with a comment about Jayce not doing any cardio at all. You take this as an opportunity walk back over to the observation window while the two bicker.

You don't know why you feel the need to check on the Hex Coil again. Given that it's not going to go anywhere since it's literally bolted to the floor. But you grew up in an environment where good events were immediately followed by catastrophic tragedies. So really, was it such a strange thing to have to check on your several-ton project, just in case it suddenly vanished into thin air?

"Two years." You say to yourself, tapping a finger on the glass. "Two years, and we finally did it." The Hex Coil, predictably, says nothing back to you. But that's okay, it's still there and that's what's important.

You don't notice your two mentors approach you, nor do you see the fond smile on Jayce and Viktor's faces. "No, not two. Eight."

You turn back to him, slightly confused. And Jayce's smile grows.

"Everything you've gone through, every obstacle you had to hurdle through." He nods over to the testing chamber. "Led to that. Look how far you've come."

"You did always say you wanted to change the world." Viktor chimes in. "We're incredibly proud of you."

Maybe it's because you had a really, really, really bad week--month, actually. Maybe it's because the other two are getting sentimental. Or maybe, just maybe, a small part of you didn't think that this was achievable; the washed-up troublemaker junkie, coming up with something like this. Someone you yourself didn’t see as worth any time or compassion. Hell, you barely had any reason to keep going back then, but for some reason, these two jerks standing with you saw potential, and decided to take a chance on you.

They let you crash at their place, made sure you kept clean, stayed out of trouble, gave you space to grow and provided guidance, grounded you. Even when you started a fight and made an entire scene, they still worried about you, first. So unflinching, accepting, supportive. You used to think that you were undeserving of that kind of love, but they even beat that--with kindness--out of you.

And now here you were.

Whatever the cause is, you feel the tears prickle, and your lips purse. You look down, and cover your face with your hand, not wanting them to see you cry. You try to take a steadying breath, but it comes out shaky.

"That's so fucking corny." You choke out.

You hear the both of them laugh, before they wrap their arms around you. Your hand is still covering your face, but you're so very obviously crying.

"We love you too, kid."

Thank you, you want to say, you very much try to say, but it comes out gurgled and incoherent because you're now full-on sobbing. They seem to understand this, however, as they respond with a pat on the back and ruffling of your hair.

When you were younger, you used to dream momentous moments like this as some sort of huge fanfare. There would be applause, a coincidentally gathered crowd around you bearing witness to the greatest achievement of your life so far. Your loved ones on the side, crying tears of joy. Congratulations thrown around by important people; bottles of champagne shaken and their contents sprayed at you.

But here, right now, with the two people who have been your family to close to a decade, it's enough, more than enough.

[whoreforsplatasha]

Jealousy (Jinx x Female r)

Part 4

series contains- smut, violence, obscene language

After what seemed like hours of constant struggle I was finally able to get some sleep until... "time to start your training, get your fucking ass up y/n" I grunted while trying to get ahold of my feet; I felt a sharp pain in my lower back, most likely from the uncomfortableness of the mattress I had to endure all night.

I glanced at the short, foggy window that was placed at the very top of the room; not a single ray of sunlight mirrored form the outside. "What time even is it?" I complained. "3:45" my jaw dropped and I felt a bit of anger boil up inside me. "YOU SAID 4! WHAT HAPPENED TO 4?" I shouted as I did some angry hand gestures. "watch your tone. and rule one of being a fighter, always submit before the due date" I stared at her in annoyance and dusted my pants off.

fuck it, she's going down with them too that heartless bitch.

at 'The Last Drop' (the bar previously owned by Vander)

                                                                     . . .

"ARGH" I wailed as I tumbled to the floor. Sevika pumped more shimmer into her robotic left arm as she readied her next punch. I struggled getting up from my current position, before I could get on my feet she pounced at me grabbing my shirt and tossing me to the wall like trash. "hm" she scoffed. She walked closer to me and provoked  "weak"

weak? the taunting voices of my mother echoed through my head. “ you are nothing you will always be nothing until you stop being so god damn weak y/n” she scoffed and muttered, “what a pathetic excuse for a daughter”

With the new found energy burning inside me I gave an unpredictable kick in her stomach causing her to stagger a little giving me enough time to knock her off her feet and pin her to the floor with my fist. I gave her a self praised looked and she nodded her head in approval . "not bad kid, not bad at all" "woohoo! bravo!" I heard a voice say from behind me. I cringed as my mind processed who that annoying but kinda hot voice belonged to.

"What do you want Jinx?" she gave me puppy eyes "What's the matter sugar? I just came to see how my partners doin'" "uh huh" I replied. Sevika got up and was about to leave when I stopped her "woah woah woah where do you think you're going?" "I'm starving I'll bring you back something but I don't have the patience to deal with that brat right now " "So you're just going to leave me with miss crazy pants?" I said while looking over at Jinx; she just smiled and waved at me enthusiastically. "Please don't leave me with her" I begged. "Sorry y/n someone's gotta deal with her and you agreed to be her friend so that's your job now, thanks". " I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE" sevika just shrugged and walked away.

great. you just earned yourself number one on my assassination list

I grudgingly walked back inside to meet a smiley Jinx

oh boy

I put on my best fake smile and sat down beside her. "How's training with SEVIKA" she said Sevika in a princess like voice. "Actually it's pretty nice, she pushes me way beyond my limits but it's actually shaping me into a good fighter" "pft I could've done that a gazzilion and a billion times better than SEVIKA" again saying her name in a princess like voice, obviously mocking her.

i don't think a gazillion is even a real number, but i'm not trying to get slaughtered right now so i'll just keep that to myself

I nodded at her statement and wiped some sweat of my forehead when she blurted out;"what's going on with you and Sevika" she bit her lip nervously looking into my eyes. I almost choked on my own saliva. "ME AND SEVIKA? YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING NOTHING IS GOING ON I DO NOT AND WILL NEVER LIKE HER LIKE THAT! PLUS SHES LIKE WHAT? 40?" I laughed at my own protest and jinx smiled a bit. "So you're single, right sugar?" "uh I mean, well yeah but-" she cut me off my leaning close to my face, her lips inches away from my mine. She touched my bottom lip with her thumb "good"

She leaned back and I silently cursed myself. Did I want her to kiss me? Surely not, I don't even like her like that plus I have Jayce at home. Jinx saw that I was frustrated, "What? Did you want me to continue." I felt myself blush uncontrollably. "N-no why would I want you to" "Soo you don't want me to kiss you" "Well I didn't say that either" i mumbled under my breath. "What was that sugar?" "Nothing" I quickly replied. She smirked at me and got close, even closer than she was before. She looked at my lips and leaned in but didn't kiss me. "Alright then I'll see ya tomorrow sugar." she rerouted her position and gave me a kiss on my cheek instead.

why was i mad? why was i so frustrated. did i really want her to kiss me? maybe i did but i can't let myself get attached, i have to kill her or my mother would never think i'm good enough. i need to do this quick before my feelings get stronger.

(hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! i'll try to update more frequently) also top or bottom jinx

[nixwriteschaos]

I noticed u watch arcane and Bnha perfect I had request

may I request a Bakugou x fem reader where reader based on jinx from arcane has similar abilities as her. Like maybe in past like middle school Bakugou used to bully her badly to point she called her mean rude names a jinx kinda reader felt worthless and had breakdowns kinda similar the episode of arcane since I kinda inspired by that maybe she went missing and later becomes psychotic villain that bakugou made her to be and Bakugou regrets his actions and tries to reason with her but she too far gone I hope this makes sense I kinda love jinx charcter Aslo if ok to add those like inner thought that jinx (has like scribbles idk how to describe it in the show ) has from her trauma like for reader when she those moments due to bakugou tramua her Sorry if this seem too much if unable to do it understand I just hope this makes sense

Jinx!

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: A little victim of Bakugou’s bullying came back for revenge. A sickening revenge.

★☽A/N: I’M SORRY BUT THIS IS SUCH A GOOD REQUEST- LIKE- WOW!! This may be the longest fanfic I have ever done! I just love the concept <33

Contents: Angst - mentions of breakdowns - bullying - harsh words

Y/N’s quirk: Arcanna (Allows the user to create crystal-like balls that can be used to boost the user’s stats, power up weapons (Like guns), and can be used as explosives when crushed.)

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“Yeah Katsuki! Show her what you can do!” A boy encourages as he and another friend watch the blonde blasting explosions at a girl with H/C hair. “Stop! Please!!” The girl begged but the boy wouldn’t stop. “Look at her! Such bad luck.” A boy laughed, “HAHA!! Like a jinx! Hey- Let’s give her a new nickname!” The other said. “Heh, Jinx? I like that nickname.” The blonde smirked, grabbing the girl’s hair to face him. “Your name is Jinx, alright? You have such bad luck, you’re probably the reason why you’re an orphan. I think Jinx fits you well.” The boy smirked, the girl was scared, unable to say anything. “She accepted it so easily! How pathetic!!” The brunette boy laughed, the other joining in beating her up.

Suddenly there was a voice that got the bullies attention, “Hey!! Stop bullying her!” The blonde, Katsuki, turned around to see his childhood “friend” Izuku. “Deku! You want a beating too?” He asked with a grin. “If you don’t stop! I’ll- I’ll tell on you!” The timid boy stuttered. “Tch, c’mon Katsuki.” One of them said, Katsuki scoffed before kicking the girl one more time and walked away with his gang.

The boy quickly ran towards the beaten up girl, asking her if she was okay in a panicked voice. "Do you need to go to the nurse??" He asked but to no response, the girl just looked at the ground with a blank face, as if she accepted her fate. That she was nothing but a jinx.

Everyday for the past middle school years, she has been bullied by Katsuki Bakugou and his gang after they learned that she was an orphan. She was beaten up, called a jinx, always having bad luck following her. Even worse, she started to have mental issues, always being seen talking to herself or having a panicked look in her eyes. She practically accepted her fate, getting bullied and having bad luck following her.

Her orphanage tried to get the treatment she needed but to no avail, she was just.. unable to be fixed. She suddenly began to have breakdowns in class, but no one helped. Everyone simply viewed her as a freak. It was just a matter of time before she was taken out of school. Bakugou and his gang didn't have their little toy anymore and so they started to bully Deku for being quirkless. When the girl started attending the school in their second year, Deku was able to avoid getting bullied. However, by the time she pulled out of school at the start of their third year, Katsuki and his friends had turned their attention to the poor, timid boy.

When the two boys were accepted into U.A, it was a huge turn around for Deku, finally being able to become the hero he always wanted to be! If only she could achieve that with him. Katsuki was only fueled with rage, angered that he was not the only one that was accepted. He had Deku pinned to the wall with an angered look, demanding to know how he got accepted, along the lines of “Did you bribe them?!” But it wasn’t true, Deku had worked hard after receiving One For All and he got in with his own efforts, with the help of All Might.

Weeks have passed since middle school ended. He has been putting in a lot of effort in U.A with his new classmates and making new friends, growing closer every day. He continues to make attempts to get in touch with his middle school friend Y/N L/N, but the orphanage says that she ran away a few months after dropping out of middle school. He tried looking for her but failed. He eventually admitted defeat and gave up trying to find her.

Little did he know, he would be seeing her soon.

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It was the day the students were gonna learn about rescue. They all had to take the bus to the U.S.J because it was farther from the main building. Everyone was already outside with their hero costumes, except Deku who had his gear and his PE uniform instead of his costume. “Hey Deku, aren’t they your gym clothes?” Uraraka asked, walking up to Deku. “Where is your costume?” She asked, pointing at his clothes, “Ah, it got ruined during the battle training, so they’re repairing it for me.” He embarrassingly said.

Everyone was then ordered by Iida to go inside the bus to begin the journey to the U.S.J

By the time they arrived, they were greeted by the pro hero No.13!! The students were in awe of the hero as the hero explained the meaning behind the name of “U.S.J!!” The students were so excited to be learning how to rescue others but villains had other plans..

Suddenly, the lights started electrifying and turning off which made the students look up. And then the fountain water flowed intermittently and a big misty purple portal materialized out of nowhere. Villains had appeared. The students thought it was part of an exercise but Aizawa said otherwise.

As the problems began to increase, a light blue ashy haired man and a joyful looking girl with H/C watched the chaos that had occurred by their arrival. “Hey, Shiggy! Can I maybe play with a certain blonde?~” The girl asked with an excited smile, “Do what you want, you mentally unstable child.” Shigaraki sighed, the girl smiled happily by his approval, “Giri!! Help me out here!” She called out to the misty man, “Of course, Jinx.” The misty bartender nodded before opening one of his portals for her. “Thank you!!” She thanked before skipping inside the portal and arriving in the Ruins Zone.

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A blonde and a red haired boy were fighting off the goons that were sent into the zone with them, easily defeating them all with the blonde calling them all weak and even attacked one of them that were trying to sneak behind him with an explosion, And just as they were gonna go, a portal appeared in front of them, “Another extra! Fine, bring it on!!” He grinned, both of them positioning themselves to attack this anonymous attacker.

A girl with H/L H/C hair with a steampunk themed outfit waltzes right out before the portal closes. The red haired boy dashed towards the enemy and just as he was gonna take a hit, the villain swiftly dodged the attack and pulled out a makeshift gun and shot him with an electric shot. The boy quickly recovered and ran back into action, catching the villain off guard and managing to hold her in place, “Bakugou! Quick, take a hit!” The boy, Kirishima, called out but the boy stayed frozen, taking recognition from the villain’s E/C eyes that were tinted in bright pink.

“Bakugou!!” Kirishima yelled again which took Bakugou out of his frozen state and he quickly got back in action, blasting a powerful explosion towards the red head’s direction, managing to take a hit. Kirishima pounced back, siding with Bakugou as they waited for the villain’s next move. “Haha… I miss that heat! Did ya miss me, Kacchan?~” The H/C girl chuckled, slowly lifting her head up to show her glowing pink E/C eyes.Bakugou’s eyes widened as he finally remembered who she was.

“Y/N..?” He muttered softly, “Y/N? No no, it’s Jinx! Remember? You made me who I am today!” She laughed. “Oi, this must be some sick joke, I thought you wanted to be a hero!” He yelled out, “Heroes wouldn’t want an unstable student to be a hero, All For One helped me see that.” She smiled, creating a small crystal and smashed it onto the ground, “Bakugou, watch out!” Kirishima yelled before a F/C explosion engulfed the 3 people.

When the smoke cleared out, the girl stared at Kirishima who was protecting Bakugou with his body. Y/N looked at this with an angered and distorted look, scribbles were all around her, scribbling everything around her. Voices in her head started to talk, along the lines, “Monster!” “Freak!” “Jinx!!” And there were scribbles all along the boys’ faces. She was engulfed in a feeling of rage and sadness.

The boys finally recovered and looked at the distressed villain. Bakugou quickly blasted towards her, taking the opportunity as she was distracted, oh so he thought.

The girl noticed and quickly blasted her gun towards him, an electric feeling shook his body. “Have you gone weak?! You are so pathetic!” She mocked, walking towards him but a red head blocked her from doing so.

She managed to hold them off in the zone when All Might appeared. By the time All Might defeated the nomu, a portal appeared in front of her. “Oh? I guess it’s my time to go! It was lovely seeing you, Kacchan!” She smiled, walking into the portal before the two students could hit her.

“Until we meet again~”

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[celestialfantasiess]

i'd unfuck you if i could [sirius black x gn!reader] (one shot)

cw: cheating, cursing, slight obsession, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, not taking no for an answer (not attemped non-con or anything like that)

pairing: gn!reader x sirius black

summary: sirius cheated on you and tries to win you back. This is inspired by the song turbulent by waterparks.

wc: 1k

requests: closed <3

reblogs and interactions are appreciated!!

It was almost ironic, almost. After all the warnings you had received about him and how he was. He still managed to surprise you with his actions even though you knew how he was, what he had done to countless other girls before. You weren't even that sad about it I mean how could you when all you felt was just pure anger.

All the girls who came up to you telling them how he cheated on them, oh how naïve you were. The things you said in return were oh so typical. "Oh but he changed, he promised me he wouldn't." "He isn't like that anymore." Some of them laughed in your face, you weren't special he won't change for you. How right they were?

You could remember very well how you had found out. It was a celebratory party after Gryffindor had won a quidditch match. You had been dancing around with the others and helping Lily evade James before he could try to ask her out with another one of his grand gestures.

You had made your way over to were the drinks were, grabbing a cup of firewhiskey, you spotted them in the corner. Your now ex-boyfriend and a random girl making out in the corner. Oh how you had wanted to laugh and laugh you did. Before you knew it your legs had carried you over to them, the cup in your hand was no longer full, it had been emptied out on top of the kissing couple.

They jumped apart as Sirius let out a loud scream. Loud enough to be heard over the music. Few people were looking at what was happening. You remembered how indifferent he had been about it. You just smiled at him and told him it was alright. Grabbing the nearest bottle of firewhiskey you popped the cap of it off and chugged about half of it before putting it down and walking to the nearest guy you could find that seemed remotely interested in you and kissed him on the mouth.

The next morning word of what happened spread around the castle. It was kind of funny to be congratulated by your friends because of a break up with a guy. Funny thing was most people would have been sad after a break up with the Sirius Black, but you were almost like him last night indifferent about it.

The most peculiar thing happened when you were going back to classes with your friends. Before one of your friends could sit down next to you Sirius had made his way on to the seat next to you. "Please y/n it was a mistake, it didn't mean anything." You raised your eyebrows. This had never happened before, it was always the people who got cheated on who begged Sirius to take them back, even if he was the one who had been in the wrong.

Pathetic it was how he was acting when someone didn't chase after him. Is this what happened when someone didn't want the famed Sirius Black? You ignored him through out the entire lesson, giving him the silence treatment. Through out the day he made several attempts to talk to you. You were almost sure he and the marauders were pulling a prank on you. This had never happened before after Sirius had dumped another person because he cheated on them.

It was always them who begged him to come back no matter how much he broke their hearts. But days passed and it still kept on, other people were even starting to notice his strange behavior. It got so bad you would just cast silencio when he even made an attempt to talk you. leaving him to walk back to his friends so they could undo the spell. He even send his friends to talk to you hoping you wouldn't jinx them on sight.

It had worked at first but when you got the gist of what was going on and what they wanted you just started jinxing every marauder that tried to talk to you. It cost you some house points when a teacher saw you do this but that was worth it if it kept your sanity intact.

You were almost convinced that someone had slipped Sirius a love potion that made him fall in love with you or something like that because there was no way that he was doing this because of himself.

But that all led up to now in the middle of the great hall. Not having noticed him sneaking up behind you while you were eating. "Y/N I'm sorry princess, please it didn't mean anything." You heard that oh so familiar voice behind you and as you turned around. Before you could hear anymore of the bullshit that spilled out of his mouth as had happened any time you weren't quick enough with your silencio, you had stood up and snickered at him.

By now people from all houses were watching what would go down between you two. They had all heard about what happened and how Sirius tried to win you back instead of the other way around. "You really don't get it do you?" He looked almost confused as if he didn't notice what you were talking about. Before he could talk you held up your hand to silence him. "Shut up and let me talk."

You were by no means screaming but you were talking loud and clear and by now the great hall had partly quieted down so they could hear what you were saying.

"Sirius I'd unfuck you if I could, so fuck yourself and fuck your feelings. If I could take back the time I wasted on you I would." Grabbing the glass of pumpkin juice behind you dumped it over his head and with that you left the great hall. Leaving him standing there drenched in pumpkin juice while all the students laughed at his misfortune.

After all Sirius Black only wanted the things he couldn't have.

[steezywrites]

CROWN OF THE MORALLY GREY

Draco X Y/n Snape

Part 7:

It’s taken entirely too long to update this, my apologies. I’ve been chasing around my toddler while adjusting to having a newborn at home too! Hope you enjoy, it’s kinda short.

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Draco hadn't talked to her in days. He wasn't necessarily avoiding her, but he stayed silent, either emptily staring at nothing or looking pissed off.  She heard him talking to Blaise, Theo, Crabbe and Goyle,; his usual group, but he'd go silent whenever she entered the room. The other boys had begun to notice and kept asking her what was going on, but she couldn't give them an answer. Usually, if she did something that upset Draco, he was loud about it. He'd seek her out to tell her how wrong she was, sometimes even causing a scene over it. His silence towards her was something unfamiliar, and it was driving her mad.

    Y/n had been known to have an angry outburst every now and then, but these past few days it'd gotten worse. Snarky comments and venom had been spit over virtually nothing. Pansy had been too loud one morning, something that Y/n had never cared about before, and she had lashed out. Blaise had reminded her they had double potions with the gryffindors, and she had "let him know" Pansy would never fuck him. Theo had asked how she was doing, and she put a leg locker jinx on him.

     Everyone was expecting her to lash out whenever she saw Draco at that point, but she hadn't. She'd stay quiet, staring at him and hoping he would at least fucking look at her. She'd gone over the previous days and couldn't think of anything she could have done to make him so mad at her. Surely Draco didn't care that she injured Potter, but that'd been the same night he had gone silent. She wasn't able to say a word to him at the beginning of the year ceremony, Pansy had taken up all of her hearing capabilities before Dumbledore had dragged her off. They hadn't fought enough during the summer to be it, and Draco had already stated whatever issue he had with her during that time anyway. Everything about him had changed after he said goodbye to his mother but she didn't know how that would effect how he felt about her.

      Her dorm looked like a tornado had gone through. All of her books thrown about the room, her pillows flattened by her fist,  her trunk had been emptied and turned upside down. Y/n hair was a mess as well, her strands going in all kinds of directions from her hands running through it and tugging in anger. Luckily her dorm mates had taken note of her mood and had stayed away from the dorm, besides Pansy.

    "Bloody Hell, Snape. Whatd you do to our room?"

    "I didn't touch your things."

    "I appreciate that but..."

    "Just leave me alone Parkinson."

    "No thanks."

    "I wasn't asking." Y/n growled, staring at the mirror she kept on the wall beside her bed.

    "Neither was I."

    Pansy moved to sit on Y/N's bed. After sleeping in the same Dorm as Y/n for years and slowly building a something close to a friendship, she'd gotten quite used to her anger, but the look on Y/N's face was different.

    Y/n didn't normally cry when she was mad but now her eyes were red, a bit of mascara smudged beneath them. Pansy had noticed the circles under Y/N's eyes on the train, but they were darker now.

    "This is so fucking stupid. I don't even know why he's mad at me." Y/n nearly laughed, her eyes not leaving her reflection.

    "He hasn't said anything?"

    "Nothing. Normally when he's mad at me, he tells me how I fucked up, but he isn't saying shit. It's been days Pansy." Her voice was returning to something Pansy recognized, pure anger with a laugh laced in.

     "It shouldn't bother me so much. It's like I'm having fucking-"

     "Withdrawals." Pansy finished. Y/n nodded.

    "It's so fucking stupid. He's just a boy. It's just fucking Malfoy. Pathetic fucking Malfoy."

    "You know he isn't just a boy."

    "That's even more pathetic."

    They stayed quiet for a moment. Pansy wasn't sure how to help and Y/n was attempting to calm herself down but it wasn't working. She kept picturing Draco which made her hands shake. Merlin she was so angry. The amount of control Draco had over her was disgusting. She kept glancing at her Soul Ring, where she felt a steady heartbeat. The same heartbeat she'd felt for days, steady. Did he not care? There hadn't been a single time the heartbeat had spiked, if he was angry surely it would. She could I only imagine his ring had been beating rapidly since Dumbledore pulled her into his office, and Draco didn't seem to care.

    How could he be effecting her this much? Everything felt hollow until someone spoke or breathed too loud or she was left alone for too long, then she felt as if everything was so small and weak and irritating compared to her. Her anger felt violent and as if it imbued her with some kind of superiority. As destructive as it was, it was a high she hadn't felt before.  It made her feel powerful, everything besides her was fragile. Anger and Y/n were childhood friends, and it was slowly becoming a bad influence.

      She smiled as she looked in the mirror, eyes and nose red, hair a mess, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

    She punched the mirror.

    The sting in her knuckles was almost comforting, and she flexed her fingers a few times, eyes narrowing at the ring that still was beating steadily.

   Pansy sat in silence. She had flinched when Y/n punched the mirror, but wasn't entirely phased. If anyone was going to loose their shit, it didn't surprise her that it was Y/n.

     "You know, there's been a few new additions into my life recently. Questions mostly, and a lot of I don't fully understand." Y/n wiped her nose with the back of her hand, leaving a streak of blood across her face.

    "I fucking hate not knowing. But I thought, I thought I didn't have to questions anything to do with Draco." A chuckle resurfaced again.

    "I swore my life away, for him. My entire future is fucked, for him. And my father hasn't spoken to me in weeks."

    Pansy offered a hand at this point.

    "Talk to me about it."

   Y/n thought about it for a moment. Pansy should be someone safe to confess to. Pansy never hid the fact that she would be a Deatheater one day. She'd been as cruel to muggleborns in their early years as Draco had. Pansy had calmed the bullying back a bit in the past couple of years, but Y/n knew it still lurked in there. Y/n overheard her whispering about Deatheater boys and even defending them on occasion. Pansy wouldn't judge her, and could even become an allay if Y/n so wished. Despite how angry she was at him, Y/n wouldn't tell Pansy about Draco's involvement. She'd have to spin the truth a little, but Pansy would believe her wholeheartedly. Pansy seemed to see something in Y/n that some didn't, and held her on a pillar. No other girl could get away with spending so much time with Draco without Pansy hexing them like Y/n could. Pansy would even set up girls nights where all they did was giggle about was if Draco was flirting with Y/n or not. Pansy had never done anything harmful to Y/n, if anything she practically begged for them to be best friends.

Y/n looked at Pansy, searching her face and only finding that Pansy was genuine in her offer.

    "It's pretty dark, Panz."

    "I think I can handle it."

     "I have to kill Dumbledore."

     "You fucking WHAT?"

   Y/n explained as much as she could to Pansy. She'd told her that she had gotten assigned by Voldemort to kill Dumbledore, and that Voldemort had threatened that he'd have Draco killed if she failed. The beginning of which was a lie. She told her Narcissa had heard and was worried so she had made A Unbreakable Vow to Narcissa that she wouldn't fail so Draco would be safe. Another partial lie. Leaving out the part about her father being a double agent, she simply said Severus knew about the Vow and hadn't spoken to her since and that Dumbledore had somehow known about all of it.

    Pansy had stayed quiet and listened, her eyes widening sometimes. When Pansy shut up, she could be an awful good listener. Y/n had picked up her room as she talked, making note of the necklace she had previously emptied from her trunk and made sure not to touch it and only it's wrappings as she stashed it underneath everything else. When she had finished talking, Pansy breathed heavily, offered a smile and marched out of the dorm. Y/n followed, curious but ready to hex Pansy if a single word of their conversation slipped out of her mouth.

   Pansy had stormed down the stairs and into the common room where Draco was sitting in the chair he always sat, raising his head as Pansy entered and lowered it again when he saw Y/n. Pansy smacked him across the face.

     Draco's face contorted between stunned and anger. Y/n ring began to beat quickly.

    So Pansy gets a reaction, what a plague of a thought to crawl into Y/N's mind.

      "Who the fuck-"

      "Stop being a mopey, pathetic git and talk to Y/n." There was demand in Pansy's voice that Y/n hadn't heard before, especially not when addressing Draco.

      "It's none of your business, Parkinson." Draco hissed, standing.

      "Actually it is. She's my friend and in case you haven't noticed, she's been losing her mind the past few days since you haven't even looked at her. Talk to her."

    Y/n simply watched, slightly amused and increasing grateful for Pansy.

    "Or what?" Draco scoffed as he folded his arms across his chest, clearing trying to come off as intimidating. Pansy smiled at him.

    "I'll ask her to be my girlfriend."

    Draco's eyes hardened even more than they already were, glaring down at Pansy.

     "As if I care."

    "We both know perfectly well you do, Malfoy."

     Y/n had remembered all the times Draco had conveniently showed up to scare away any one who showed interest in her, once resulting in a Ravenclaw boy being sent to the hospital wing covered in boils after he had asked Y/n to the Yule Ball. Y/n would have said yes and Draco had known it. Cedric Diggory had avoided her for weeks once after they had gotten Butterbeers together. Y/n wasn't entirely sure why, but she had a theory Draco had been behind it.

    Draco looked at Y/n, something he hasn't done since they got off the Hogwarts Express. His eyes were narrow, but Y/n felt her gaze soften. In order to glare at her it meant he was looking at her.

    "You're ridiculous Parkinson. Y/n wouldn't say yes to being your girlfriend." His stare returned to Pansy who smiled.

    "You never know. After the chat we just had all alone in our dorm, I think she might."

    Draco didn't respond and instead walked over to Y/n and roughly grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the common room and into the halls.

    He stayed silent, his hand had loosened its grip to a more comfortable pressure as he dragged her through the halls. Y/n hadn't a clue as to where they were going, her eyes too locked into his figure to pay attention. His shoulders were tense, his pace faster than usual and his hair while still styled, was less sleek than usual, the ends of it curling just a bit. The ring on her finger hadn't stopped beating quickly, a feeling she wasn't used to. In the hand he held, she could feel the quick heartbeat that was radiating from the ring he wore. Knowing Draco could feel her heartbeat in this moment would have been embarrassing if she wasn't too focused on him to think.

    Draco had pulled her up the astronomy tower and let go of her hand once they had reached the room inside it. It was twilight, the moon was encompassed by a slowly deepening lavender, the lighting outside turned Draco's hair the most delicate purple she'd ever seen. His skin was nearly glowing, he looked angelic again, Her Lucifer. He sighed heavily and clenched his jaw. Y/n was trying to grasp that this wasn't a dream.

If it weren't for the past few days, this could have almost been romantic. The way the setting sun highlighted the edges of the stone walls and turned the sky shades of peach and lavender could put someone in a trance. It was so quiet, far too quiet with the only sound being the muffled voices of students who were heading to dinner.

Draco still wouldn't looked at her.

[herjuhodivine]

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Arguments with various characters

S1! jinx , S2! vi , S2! caitlyn , and ekko x fem! reader

arguing , mention of having a crush ( vi ) , hurt/no comfort , cursing , mentions of marriage ( caitlyn ) , drinking ( vi ) , mention of reader working in the brothel ( not prostitute ( vi ) ) , suspected cheating ( caitlyn ) , injured reader ( ekko )

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love is my curse ( part 2 )

JINX

arguments with her are usually light and can easily be dismissed or solved quickly but this is very different. silco has been pressuring her as of late about her weapon for the hex gemstone; which has been stressing her out and getting more irritated by everything little thing. “jinx baby?” you spoke softly, trying to not make her anymore irritated. “yes toots?” she frantically looking back and forth at her parts and blueprints for her fishbones, “are you doing okay? do you eat?”

she shrugged her shoulders, continuing to screw the screws in. you silently gulped and walked closer to her. “listen baby…can you take a break or something? i don’t remember the last time you slept or even eat and—” “shut up.” you immediately looked her way like you misheard her. “i-im sorry what..?” she kissed her teeth, “ i said shut up! all you ever do is nag and nag around me! do ever shut up? i’m trying to work so i can hurry up and finish this project, but no you just can’t seem to leave me alone while you’re—” she stops mid sentence, looking to see where you were last standing, “y/n?” she asked to absolutely nothing. she rolled her eyes, not bothering to think about you anymore, too focused on the hexgem project.

walking through the streets of Zaun, tears blurring your vision as you do your best to wipe them away but if anything you made your mind clear as day in Piltover; she doesn’t need you there anymore. continuing to walk through the lanes until you reached your home.

VI

pitfights. you hate no—loath them. so imagine your reaction to hearing that your crush becamea pitfighter after that massive fall out with the stupid top side girl. you watched as a friend of hers drag her up the stairs then she starts pushing him off and telling him to fuck off. you watch as the friend just walked away; already tired of her bullshit.

you breathe, mentally preparing yourself and your lecture of what you want to say as you head up the stairs slowly until you reached the door. out of curiosity, you reached for the doorknob, and its unlocked. ‘of course this idiot wouldn’t lock the door.’ you thought, twisting it and slowly pushing the door, seeing vi collapsed on the bed but still awake. you clear your throat loudly, catching her attention as you stand close to the now closed door. “vi.” your voice cautious but fed up. watching her destroy herself over a top side is so pathetic, even jinx powder would laugh in her face. vi groaned tiredly, “can’t seem to catch a fucking break anymore.”

“fuck a break! what do you think you’re doing?!” you wave your hand around, as you often talk with your hands. “what the hell are you talking about…!?” vi retorted back. “look around you vi, and your hair! your outfit! you’re a damn pitfighter.” you pointed at everything you mentioned, “why?! is it because of that fall out you had with that stupid top side girl..?!” vi abruptly gets up and stands in front of you. the smell of strong beer and whiskey clog your nose, in her breath, her clothes, everywhere, “don’t you dare bring her up.” you scoffed, “why not? she treats you like shit but now you’re a floor licking puppy for her..?” you stare at her, raised eyebrow, “at least she was better than you in many ways than one.” “excuse me?” “get the fuck out y/n. go back to being a fucking prostitute or something.” “i’m not a prosti—” she punched the wall next to your head, you flinch, hard. “out.” her voice threatening. your hands and feet quickly move as you open the door and fumble out of the apartment was vi was was.

CAITLYN

a lot has happened in a short amount of time, well, caitlyn proposed to you, then jinx blew up the council and killed her mother, then your fiancée became a damn Dictator and has been worked and training nonstop with Ambessa, and you’re starting to worry. she has been looking burned out a lot more and tired to even notice you sitting next to her on her desk as she stresses over paperwork.

“dear?” you twirled your finger around her loose hair. she jumps a bit, snapping out her thoughts and looking up to see her fiancée, you, “sorry darling, do you need something?” she fidgets with her pen and fingers, you smile at her weakly, “your dinner is cold.” you point to the cold dinner plate, nothing eaten on the side table next to her. caitlyn sighs heavily. “right, i apologize my dear, ill…make sure to eat.” “this is the fourth time dear. you can’t be a commander with zero energy.” you cross your arms over your chest, “i know know i’m just” “i’m starting to think ambessa was a bad idea again. i worried about all this pressure and process. like especially after your mother died, this isn’t good..” caitlyn’s fist banged against the desk, stopping you mid sentence.

“i don’t need your pity or concerns right now.” you stare at her, confused. “what are you talking about right now dear?” “i’m saying you talk too damn much.” she stood up, the chair scratches against the floor and walks away from the desk, “where are you going?” you asked while sliding off the desk, “out. i need some fresh air.” you tilt your head to the side and keep your arms crossed, “fresh air? or maddie?” the blued hair commander stopped dead in her tracks, “what…what did you just say?” you scoffed, as you walked past her, bumping her shoulder. you open the door, revealing maddie with paper works in her hands, “i’ll take my leave.”

EKKO

patrolling the area around the safe area, but your mind consumed with the thoughts of your boyfriend, he’s starting to overworking again. and that’s pissing you off. months of you guys dating and he still doesn’t get the memo. you sat on top of the tunnel entrance towards the hideout. staring up at the stars, wishing ekko was here with you.

suddenly, you feel a long cold metal jabbed into your side. you immediately clutch it to stop it from entering further until the culprit kicked you in the back, causing you to roll off the top and your body thudding against the cold concrete then you saw black. you wake up, the knife removed and you’re wrapped in bandages around your stomach and your arm is in a cast. your eyes adjust to the light shining down upon you, you wince as a headache rises and you hear muffled sounds of someone screaming your name. once your mind finally adjusts to everything, you hear ekko,

“hey hey hey! firebug! what happened?” his hands placing everywhere patting you down. you wince again, “ekko…that hurts..” you fully open your eyes. “what happened? why did someone find you outside of the base, bleeding out?” he raised his voice, not scary but scared. “i…i was patrolling around the entrance and—” “patrolling? didn’t i say you’re not allowed to patrol unless i’m there?” his voice switch to low. “i can take care of myself ekko.” he gritted his teeth, “well clearly you can not! look at you now! you don’t ever listen huh?” he started pacing back and forth, “it’s like you’re deaf or something, i said no! and you do the entire fucking opposite!” he grabs his mask and hoverboard, stops to say something but rejected that idea and just left.

ekko was so hard to do ngl cause what has he done for to cause an argument🧍‍♀️and you notice how short-ish jinx is? yea cause i can never actually be mad at jinx.

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A Helping Hand - Part 11

[start here] || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12

[silco x f!reader] [2.8k words] [no y/n] [during timeskip] [touch-starved reader] [henchwoman!reader] [rated M] [dom Silco] [unhealthy relationship to pain]

I should also thank @chickenparm and @sweatandwoe for letting me bounce ideas off of them constantly or straight up giving me ideas in conversation to morph into my own so: thank you! 😅 -verbs

Sevika is the one who ends up finding you. At least by the time she does you’ve gotten your shit together— haven’t even shed a single tear, so that’s good. Progress, in a way, compared to your last attack.

Your whole arm is reddened from the cold, though, after maybe ten minutes of running water sliding down your arm, chilling the whole thing and cooling your blood.

Her face is unusually unreadable. Generally, she’s pretty expressive with her surface-level annoyance or smugness or even boredom. The fact that she seems to be none of those things might be a bad sign.

“Wasting water,” she mutters, turning off the tap and grabbing a towel.

When you don’t take it from her, she lets out a long breath as she towels your arm dry. You are painfully aware of a complete lack of contact, the towel always staying a trusty barrier between skin.

You really fucking need a hug.

But at least your breath is even and calm, and you’re functioning. And you can continue functioning without any contact whatsoever. You certainly aren’t about to ask her.

“You ran out?” she asks.

Your eyes feel too dry, a sort of stinging, like they’ve been open too long. Probably have, as you stared at the water and counted your breaths. You make the tiniest shrug with one arm. Not exactly. Kind of. Basically.

“You ran out. On Silco.” The emphasis, along with her purposeful eye contact, chips at your numb exterior.

…Oh.

Oh shit.

“He was talking with Jinx, I didn’t— I felt— out of place,” you manage, hoarsely. Your throat still has that stab of pain that usually precedes tears.

Sevika’s brows furrow, but it doesn’t look like anger. It’s hard to read her expression. Not as sharp as her standard look of irritation, but not soft, either, and not the reluctant amusement of earlier in the afternoon. You’re not sure what it is.

“How long’s it been since you ate?”

“Uh…” You try to calculate. “I dunno. Fifteen? Sixteen hours?”

“Okay so that’s one. What about a shower?”

You’d purposefully avoided it last night, to avoid succumbing to some very bad ideas, thinking you might get one this morning once your blood had cooled— but then the painkillers had happened. Avoiding Sevika’s eyes guiltily, you mumble, “Night before last.”

“Two, then. What about sleep. How much sleep have you gotten?”

You can’t even calculate. “I dunno, left by 2:30, went to sleep by 3:30-4 probably. Woke up in pain, took drugs, passed out. No clue on the timeframe.”

“So maybe you also need a nap.”

You shake your head, confused. “Sorry, what is this about?”

“Feeling human.”

It’s a sad sad thing that the only concept crawling through your mind is your lack of human connection. Human touch.

“Fuck, you’re pathetic,” Sevika observes, pulling a face. You’re not about to argue that, even if it’s insulting. “Yeah, you need like… a day off.”

“I don’t get days off. I have to test.” 5:00 every evening.

The older woman shakes her head. “Your job is literally paper pushing,” she points out flatly. “You don’t have to be here. Silco wants you out of trouble, being productive, but that doesn’t mean you have to be here.”

What? “What does that mean?”

“It means my first month and half without an arm I barely left my bed.”

It’s unexpected honesty, delivered plainly, without preamble or guilt. You aren’t sure how to respond. It sounds about even with where you were in the weeks after the amputation: only leaving for the required meetings with the Doctor, barely eating, mostly sleeping, not bathing nearly enough because you didn’t like rubbing yourself down with a wet cloth and one hand.

“You shouldn’t be locked in your place all day. It’s fucking depressing.”

Why is she telling you this? It feels so personal, even if she isn’t acting like it. She doesn’t have the same stilted gruffness or begrudging attitude she had during your first panic attack. Maybe it simply doesn’t hold the same personal weight.

“That’s a move he got right, at least.”

He— Silco. Right. He’s the one who had you assigned to work at the Drop right away. Was it a choice based on Sevika’s experience? Or his own?

Both.

You can only speculate.

“Look.” Sevika clasps her hand on your shoulder, and the contact steals your breath.

That yearning is back, the craving to throw yourself at someone and cling. Your muscles freeze, keeping you still, avoiding that mortifying prospect.

“Head home. Take a night. Wash yourself off, do your laundry, clean your apartment. Get your life together a bit. Just tell Silco— you realized you forgot to feed your cat or something.”

“I don’t have a cat.”

“Yeah: you didn’t feed it and it died; it’s just a reason to leave, kid.”

“I’m—”

“Same difference.” She doesn’t even let you argue the age point again. A heavy sigh wooshes out of her. “Look, not to put too fine a point on it, but you’re a mess. It’s pretty damn obvious. So go home and get your shit together. Take your meds on a schedule, reorganize, start caring again.”

Your expression is dull. You just aren’t sure you can right now.

Sevika grumbles. “Fuck— okay, then just do three tonight. Eat, shower, sleep. And meds. You can come grovel tomorrow morning.”

Three things. That’s doable.

—

You only got two of the three done. Two and a half, kinda. Showered, and slept. Also, sent your laundry out. And took your meds before sleep.

It was a start, at least.

In the morning your stomach feels hollow, head aching, and the morning painkillers don’t help as much as they should. It’s on the way to work that you realize how every meal you’ve had in the last few days has been at The Last Drop. Frequently, directly ordered by your boss.

The same one who told you to take your medication before work.

The same one who has given you a schedule to keep that forces you to leave your house for a minimum of six hours a day, and be in a building that’s almost always bustling with activity, rarely solitary.

The one who’s personally overseeing your recovery, pushing you through your discomfort and forcing you to use the tool you’re so scared of— the tool that is meant to make your life easier— the tool that he gave you.

Your cheeks burn, gut a roiling mess of feelings you can’t untangle, but a primary one is definitely shame. The simplest thing to blame it on is your own bad behavior. Rushing out of his office, for what? Because he was having a conversation with his surrogate daughter? Because you had to witness the horror of two people hugging? What’s wrong with you?

You woke up early, as Sevika suggested. Actually, you woke up before your alarm, which was a relief, and gave you time to at least attempt to pull yourself together for the day. Wearing one of your new bras with a front clasp that you could watch as you did it up - thank the goddess, no more thin undershirts - and real clothes with actual buttons you had to fasten yourself, is a step up from the simple clothes of the last few days.

Showing a little effort, as a form of apology.

You get in earlier than usual, steel yourself, and head straight for Silco’s office for the suggested groveling.

Not only does your knock garner no response; the door is locked and no security is in the hall. He’s not in, apparently. And here you thought he basically lived here.

After a time pacing in the hall, worrying your thumb in your fist, chewing at your lip, you feel your stomach rumble. Grimacing, you try to ignore it. You’ve had plenty of hunger pains in your life, especially while your parents were sick and money was sparse; this is nothing new. You can handle it. You just need to stick around until—

The click of a door opening down the hall makes your head snap up.

His steps hardly falter when he spots you, even while a subtle scowl weighs on his features as he approaches. His gaze darts past you, to the stairs, to the bar below, as if expecting a guard that isn’t there.

“I wanted to apologize,” you blurt, hand grabbing your prosthetic’s wrist in a vise grip, trying to stay composed. “I shouldn’t have-”

The hellfire eye flashes at you, and that will has you in a metaphorical chokehold, voice snuffed out. He doesn’t seem to mind not hearing your whole apology right away; instead, his focus is on unlocking his office door.

Fucking hells, you feel pathetic. Practically crumpling in on yourself, utterly cowed by just a harsh look. You worry your lip between your teeth until you taste blood, eyes fixed on the ground. A hollow trembling hums under your skin.

Once the door is open, Silco steps back and gestures you through.

Fuck fuck fuck he’s gonna do it. He’s gonna rip it off. You weren’t grateful enough, you’re too erratic, he’ll take the hand back and leave you coming to terms all over again. Your teeth bruise flesh with how hard you’re biting, trying to keep your breath even.

You’re just overreacting. This will be fine.

This will not be fine.

There’s no chair in front of Silco’s desk at the moment. At the back of your mind you wonder if the seat you take every evening is set there by him, or by some underling. Since it isn’t there, you hesitate awkwardly where it normally would be. Everything seems a little unsteady, so you bite harder and hold tighter.

Silco’s steps behind you are slow. Even. Purposeful. Letting you hear each and every one.

“You were apologizing,” he reminds you, voice a low rumble. “Begging my forgiveness, if I’m not mistaken.” There’s a touch of chilly sarcasm to it as he slides to sit on the edge of his desk, nimble fingers drumming against the corner, somehow still lording over you even if you’re not in your usual seated position.

“I’m so sorry.” The words tumble out of you, gaze boring into the ground, but catching motion at the edge of your vision. “I didn’t mean to-”

Everything stops as his thumb brushes your lip.

Legs wobble and you lock your knees to keep still as your eyes zip straight up to his, a magnetic pull you can’t ignore. You can barely breathe. A feather-light touch of contact connects a single digit to your chin, keeping your face steady, but he’s watching his own finger as he thumbs at your lip. The calloused pad of his thumb is eerily soft, tugging your lip down to observe the subtle self-inflicted wound.

He says your name— as if you were somehow supposed to keep talking through this. It takes a great deal of self-control to not whimper. Your face is rapidly turning red. “Why the sudden exit?” he prompts, brushing your lip again.

You can’t think with his hand on you. So you say the first thing that comes to mind, voice ragged. “Had to feed my cat.”

You only realize your gaze has drifted to his mouth when you see his lip twitch in a badly-hidden smirk. “You don’t have a cat,” he murmurs, smugly.

Very hard not to whimper. “I don’t have a cat,” you agree, barely breathing the confession, hyper aware of the way his thumb is smoothing across your lip. Your expression is pleading, but you’re not sure if you’re praying he’ll stop or continue. Whatever it is you want, you want it desperately.

His words are smooth and smoky, in that voice that slithers around your throat. “The truth, if you please.” He hasn’t let go of you. He hasn’t touched you more, either, just the barest hint of contact at your chin and your lip, and it’s driving you absolutely mad.

Closing your eyes to think helps the slightest bit. Maybe. (If you’re kind of lying to yourself.) You feel shame saying it, but it has to be said. “I felt— It felt private. I didn’t want to int-”

His hand cups your cheek, deft fingertips sliding almost into your hair.

Your legs give out.

Mortified, you’re left on your knees in front of his desk, head spinning and face burning. Wide-eyed, you stare at the floor for a hot second, feeling like an absolute idiot. No fucking fair, when your body betrays you like that. You’re breathing heavily, pulse racing from the sudden fall.

There’s a beat of anxiety-drenched silence.

When you finally look up - some part of you maybe, possibly, dreading Silco’s response - you find him staring down that long nose at you, and the look in his eye makes every inch of you shiver. The pale eye is darker than usual, lid low, and you can’t tell if he’s angry or—

The idea flits through your head, too loud, ringing in your ears: he almost looks hungry.

Inevitably your nerve runs out and you drop your gaze to his collar, only to realize his breath is almost as labored as yours, despite how still his body perches. His throat bobs and your gaze flicks up at the minuscule motion as his jaw flexes.

Your own lips part slightly, a tiny breath pressed out of your chest, and you look down again, shaking your head like you can clear the fog that seems to have invaded. A cramp in your side belies the meals you’ve skipped, and you wince. When you look up again, his chin has lifted, gaze cooled, lips thinned. Whatever you thought you saw is gone.

“Something the matter?” The purr has evaporated from his voice, but his tone is still low, still spoken for an audience of one.

You shake your head, looking away, rolling your shoulders and trying to relieve the massive weight of tension stored there. “It’s nothing. I’m sorry.”

“Apologies generally are given when one has done something wrong,” he points out, dryly. After a pause, he adds; “Have you done something wrong?”

That’s a confusing question. Because— no? But also yes. You’re not quite sure what constitutes wrong in this situation. You’re not quite sure what he’s asking about.

—And you’re suddenly very aware that you’re still kneeling before him.

When you look up, his brow is raised expectantly.

“I—” I don’t think so. Your gaping mouth snaps shut. “No.” That feels like an answer. Not sure how accurate it is, though.

Especially based on the way Silco’s head tilts slightly, silently admonishing you.

“Maybe?” you amend, uncertain.

His hand reaches out and you suck in a breath as he makes firmer contact, pressing his thumb to your broken lip pointedly, no longer gentle. “You remember what I told you?”

Something about you being his investment. Something about keeping things in good condition. Something about— “Consequences,” you breathe quietly, lips moving against his thumb. You are painfully aware of your body’s response to him. The way your skin feels taut and tingly, and achingly remembers your pale imitation of his touch.

There’s a moment. Looking up at him, letting him touch you, feeling a growing heat pooling in your belly.

Then, like he’s just been woken up, he breaks eye contact and releases his grip, taking in one long breath as he stands, heading back around to his side of the desk.

Your stomach growls. “Sh-” The air hisses out of you in one quiet moment, like you can tell your body to shut up, pressing a palm to your abdomen as your ears burn. You rush to stand now that he’s given you space to do so, and the sudden change in altitude makes you unsteady, grabbing the edge of his desk for support.

You expect him to admonish you. List your consequences, your fines. Instead, his eye narrows at your pale-knuckled grip on the wood.

“Did you sleep last night?”

“Yes.”

There’s a brief spark in his gaze before it’s extinguished, facade still cool and even-keeled. “Enough?”

That’s an awkward question. You wonder if Sevika informed him of her advice to you. “Yes.” Early to bed and early to rise.

“And eat?”

You hesitate, threatening your stomach to stay quiet, dammit. You can’t answer without lying.

There’s a beleaguered sigh, more melodramatic than entirely necessary. “I do hope you aren’t going to tell me your last meal was our dinner together.”

‘Our dinner together.’ For some reason, your gut does a backflip. “No.” It’s a stubborn answer, defensive.

Silco looks up at you, clearly waiting for you to give a satisfactory response.

The back of your neck itches, and your gaze skirts sideways, adding, in a mumble, “Like seven hours later.”

The short breath is back. The laugh that isn’t a laugh. “A fitting punishment, then,” he muses ruefully.

Okay, you’re a little confused. “To not eat?”

His amusement is clear. “You’ll be eating.” Sounds like a threat. “I think I have just the thing, in fact.”

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Apologies// Silco

Silco x male!reader.

Pt4 of the gift.

Previous chapter.

Slight nswf at the end, but no smut.

Silco froze, he just looked at you with wide eyes, not knowing what to do for you, Sevika enter after following the path of blood you left.

She gets closer to you and checks your pulse, she looks at Silco, he looks so vulnerable, his hair is messy and his tie is undone.

"We need to wait, I will get him to his room" She said to her boss, Silco got closer to your face.

"Please don't leave me, please" Silco whispered while brushing a lock of hair out of your forehead.

Sevika picked you up and got you into your room, she was as gentle as possible with your body.

The morning came and Silco opens your door, you are there, laying on the bed with a bloody side, he can see your chest filling up with air, you are sleep, you look at peace at least, he sighs and closed the door.

On the night he came again, he was softer opening the door, you were still there, sleep, he sighed and left.

He repeated this for the next three days.

You woke up dizzy, with a headache and a worried Silco at the side of your bed and a more than horrified Jinx behind him.

"Ughhh" You groaned and tried to sit up.

"Are you okay?" Jinx asked softly, you nodded and took a deep breath.

"Jinx leave—" Silco said.

"But—" She pouted.

"Obey" He looked at her, she rolled her eyes and got out of your room.

"Darling" His tone shifted, he kneeled Infront of the bed, you crossed your arms.

"I am deeply ashamed of my actions" You look away, his hand shakes your thigh a little.

You pointed at the door.

"Go away"

"No I will not, please look at me" You did and meet those unmatched eyes, they looked sad and filled with regret.

"Please forgive me" He asks once again.

You furrowed your eyebrows and put your hands on your neck then mimicked throwing someone to the floor.

"I-I know what I did, I didn't meant to hurt you, please forgive me" You looked at him with a deadly look and pointed to the door telling him to leave.

Sevika opens the door.

"Glad you're up" She gives you a tupper with some salad.

"Eat" She order, you grabbed the fork and started eating, her eyes go to Silco, he looked pathetic, hearth broken, sad.

You gestured something to Sevika, just to have a talk.

"Huh you woke up chatty didn't you?" She teased, you giggle, the room fell in silence again and Sevika leaved with the empty tupper.

"Geez, the air is so tense I can cut it" Jinx said behind the door.

"I heard you talk last night (y/n)! Say something else! Oh wait, I'm not here at all!" She said.

"Jinx, don't push him" Silco said, he got up and gave you a last look, you only looked down and ignored him.

"I can't push him but he can—" Sico opens the door to catch Jinx leaning on it and Sevika on the hall, Sevika shamelessly stays there but Jinx runs pretending she wasn't snooping, Silco gets out and closed the door behind him.

"He's mad" Sevika said.

"Indeed" Silco said walking to his office.

"I'll give it a guess, he run away because you did something to him" said Sevika following her boss.

"Indeed"

"Can I know what, sir?" Sevika asks, she is close to Silco, sometimes Silco won't see the mistake until he tells Sevika or Sevika tells him when he is wrong, which is not regulary.

"I thought he was lying to me, I was filled with rage, I didn't gave him an opportunity to explain himself, he tried but I...choke him...and just toss him into the ground with anger" He pours some whiskey on his glass.

"Holyfuck" She said low.

"I tried to apologize but—"

"Did you say sorry?" She asks.

"Excuse me?" Silco looks at her.

"Sir, I know you, and I know how you apologize, so give him time, and then you say you are sorry—" She explained.

"He won't talk to me—" Silco snapped.

"He's gonna, when he is ready he will approach you, sir" Sevika leaved and got downstairs.

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The night came and you were still in your room, nothing hurted, obviously, but you know that you need to heal, Jinx was laying besides you on the bed.

"Say my name, please" She asks you with a smile, you took a deep breath.

"Jinx" You said, you haven't talk in a long long time so it's a little weird to say things.

"Oh oh oh, say another thing! Pleaseeeee"

You shaked your head with a smile.

"Ughhhhh, fine fine, now tell me or write me, why did you leave me?" She asks looking away, you wrote on your notebook.

"I didn't leave you"

"I know, I know, you promised, I know, but- but-" She laughs nervously, sometimes Jinx can't focus so it's useless to show your cards.

"Silco, He....hurt me" You had a strong accent, she looks at you with a little smile, she would make you talk.

"Are you mad at him?" She puts her head on your shoulder.

"Not really, just...shoked"

"Fiuum, I think you have to tell him that" You looked at her.

"He is gonna go craaaazy if you don't do it soon, you know him, he will get all sad and will be worse for everyone" She said, you wrote again.

"You are right"

She leaved the room hours after, you got up and walked to Silco's office.

You knocked on the door and he instructed to come in, he looks at you then goes back to his papers.

"Are you feeling better?" He asks, you nod in agreement and keep getting closer to him, you stop when you were infront of the desk.

He knows what you want.

But he doesn't beg for anyone...well.

He puts the papers aside and looked at you.

"My darling.... I'm sorry, I didn't ment to hurt you, I have....a turbulent past I allowed myself be consume by those events and thought that you were lying to me—" Your eyes got wide, you have the kingpin of Zaun saying sorry, having a sincere apology from him.

"Okay" You whispered.

"I...am not mad, I understand you" You didn't stutter, it surprised you but it made your throat hurt a little bit.

His ears were blessed with your accent, but he doesn't look convinced at all, how can you prove him that you accept his apology? You rounded the desk and get closer to him, your hand gets on top of his.

This was enough for him, that you trust him enough to touch him was the proof.

But you got closer, you sat on his lap then hug him, burying your face on his neck, he froze, he had never been this close to you.

He smelled your hair it smelled...like home, your skin is soft, your touch is delicate, you know that he is not fan of physical contact either, his arms rounded your body with gentleness, he could hear your delicate breathing and the beating of your heart.

You were anxious, you haven't touch someone like this since before you started to work for Finn, which was a long time ago.

You feel Silco's hearth beat, it's very fast.

"Silco" You called him, god, the way you said his name make his hearth beat faster.

"Yes, my dear?" He looks at you, he is a little blushed.

You smiled, he chuckled softly, you gave a better look to his face, he noticed that quickly.

"Hmm" He looks away in shame, his damaged side meets with your hand, cupping his cheek and making him look at you.

"Pretty face" You whispered, your accent coming out a little strong but he loves it.

He hasn't tell you how or why the side of his face is like this.

"Hm, only at your eyes, darling" You didn't break the hug and he hope you didn't want to do it soon, he turned his chair and casually keep looking at his papers.

"You... are not telling me something" You said, you can read him like an open book, not everyone in Zaun can say that.

"Are you comfortable?" Silco said, you looked at him with confusion.

"With all of this, with the touch, with talking- I don't want you to do something that—" He was a little anxious.

"I'm ok... talking...is weird...and gentle touches too...but with you it feels right" You said softly touching his cheek, he meets eyes with you, his hands goes to your back to prevent you from falling.

You giggle a little, he makes you really nervous at times, Silco smirked.

Now your other hand is on his face, he doesn't protest, he melts into your touch.

He is very stressed, not only because of the work but he was worried about you, he closed his eye and sighed.

Silco feels your lips on his.

He gasped but quickly lean on the kiss.

His lips are surprisingly soft and yours are a little rough.

He lets you take control, your hand goes to his shoulder and the other to his jaw, you lean over, his back is thrown on the chair, he whines then you broke the kiss.

You don't know why you did that, but you go to do it again, this one was a little more passionate, his hand goes to your thighs just for support.

"Ugh" He whined, you stroked his hair, then your lips passed to his damaged side, giving gentle kisses.

His breath is out of control and the sudden action left him out of words.

"Sorry—" You said.

"No, no, I liked it" He looks at you.

"I- I love you, Silco" You looked away.

"I love you too, my lovely" His hand grabs your chin and makes you look at him, his hand cupped your cheek.

"I— would you like....to be my boyfriend? Imsorry" You giggle nervously, he chuckled softly.

"I accept, now, my love, let's get something for dinner" He said with a little smile on his face.

"I want... to make dinner for you again!" You said exited.

"Thank you, but you are still injured, you need rest, by that I mean completely, no missions, or training" He said, you groaned.

"Then what am I going to do?" You cleared your throat after that.

"You can stay with me on my office" He said.

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Should you tell him that Finn send those men?, No, you will take care of him.

Should you tell him about the way Sevika found you?.

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STUCK WITH ME | jinx

PAIRING: jinx x gender neutral! reader

SUMMARY: in which jinx tries to calm down her worrisome partner after returning from a dangerous mission

CONTENT WARNING: N/A!!

“YOU COULD’VE DIED, JINX!” AS COLD WORDS SLIPPED PAST THEIR TEETH ALL JINX COULD DO WAS SIT THERE IN AWE. this lecture that her beloved spat only proved to be ineffective as their menacing words went through one of jinx’s ears and out the other. she wasn’t scared of them, no! it was far too outrageous to be scared of such a cute face. with the bridge of their nose all scrunched up, hair disheveled, and their eyes. Y/N’s eyes made her heart flutter with their fury. they were angry and they were distraught and god she loved it. she didn’t love the fact that that her beloved was sore, no not at all, rather she loved to witness such a professional human being lose their cool. just for her eyes only. what was even better was that it was over her safety— they must’ve loved her a lot, didn’t they? the thought made her want to squeal.

what proved to be jinx’s biggest mistake of the night was her inability to pick up the venom laced within her beloved’s tone. her ears fell deaf to their scolding, selective hearing is what silco liked to call it and Y/N couldn’t agree more. she was too interested in staring at those fiery eyes that, oh so prettily enough started to gleam with some new, never-quite-seen-by-jinx-before emotion. she watched their pupils dilate and gloss over and that was when she noticed something was terribly wrong.

“wha— why are you— you—…?” the blue haired girl sputtered out in bewilderment. she was thrown off balance, for never had she seen her beloved’s tough facade break down before; because of her nonetheless. don’t get jinx wrong, she knew they had a weak spot—everybody did— but finally seeing that made her brain start to panic.

“i’m not crying,” they were crying. gliding smoothly down the apples of Y/N’s cheeks were fat droplets of tears, the kind of tears that were not too easy to hide and, because of that overwhelming fact more tears started to profusely stream down their distraught expression. Y/N balled their fists up over their eyes and lips: a measly attempt at hiding what a mess they had become. it was pathetic wasn’t it? to cry in front of jinx, in front of the girl they were supposed to be strong for, but there they were.

on the contrary: jinx didn’t think that way at all.

“no… please— please… don’t cry…” forming sentences proved to be much more difficult for her now. jinx’s nervous smile fell and her eyes were scarily fixated into space and her ears were ready to listen in on whatever they had to say. she was now too intent on whatever sound could possibly fill the void between them. would they say anything now? could they say anything now? through the tears? please, please, please just say something— yell, scream, cry— just say something.

no word dared to leave their mouth. was it a blessing or a curse to have someone so assure of themselves and their own words, suddenly rendered speechless? jinx didn’t know.

was this what it felt like to have her heart break? a squeezing sensation wrapped around her chest and it suddenly became hard to breath. the oxygen that pumped through her body became scarce, yet she still attempted to keep her composure. this was the first time they needed her to be strong and she was not willing to mess that up.

jinx was determined to not to be such a jinx.

“i’m sorry— i’ll be more careful, just please don’t cry,” her voice wavered as she sauntered over to their side, sliding by and into the small space between her beloved and the desk they were slamming their fists into earlier. jinx closed the gap between them.

Y/N’s cheek pressed against something soft, the fabric of jinx’s black shirt. they warily looked up to meet her gaze and found her having already been looking directly at them. she looked like she had been waiting to meet their gaze too. she looked deep in thought. jinx stood there like that, her shirt damp from tears and posture hunched over to drape over her beloved’s quivering frame. they stopped quivering after a while and then they talked:

“the hell was i thinking?” they started, looking away and pushing away from jinx’s chest. their hand rested on her side still, a desperately soft grip as if they were apologizing to her. “the last thing i should be doing is worrying about you. you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself; you don’t need me checking in on you,” they sighed and their features softened. at that point the tears had dried up, successfully leaving behind a sticky trail that streaked down the sides of their face.

a soft sniffle was heard from above. it was soft but hadn’t gone unnoticed. and Y/N’s eyes widened, their head frantically tilted up to analyze her features, and they were left in awe at what they saw.

by the time Y/N finally looked up the big droplets that collected in the corner of jinx’s eyes finally fell loose. big tears slid down, starting at her lashes and ending at the corners of her lips and with that came a creasing of her brows. “NO! I NEED YOU Y/N!” her cry bounced off the walls. all too suddenly jinx was jumping into their lap, she jumped with so aimlessly fast that she knocked the chair Y/N sat at down and backwards but regardless squeezed them as tight as she could.

“why are you crying now?” Y/N smiled softly, back pressed against the chair that was pressed against the floor now. jinx hovered over top of Y/N, leaning into their touch as they wiped away her stray tears with their thumb. “looking at you crying made me want to cry,” she sniffled and laughed, only smiling when Y/N bursted out into a fit of laughter after her.

they laid there for a good while, smiling and making faces at each other like idiots.

[fanfic-wonderland]

(Love)Sick - Tom Riddle

Pairing: Slytherin!Female Reader x Tom Riddle

Summary: When Tom Riddle suddenly gets too sick, he has no choice but to let (Y/N) (Y/L/N) take care of him.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1, 130

Tom Riddle was someone who took his health seriously. He took care of himself fairly well, and he did not eat anything that looked more than questionable.

So, why was he unable to simply get out of bed and leave the Hospital Wing?

This was not quite like him; he could most likely count the number of times he had gotten sick, ever, with only one hand. What was worse was that he had no explanation as to how it had happened. He was completely fine the previous day, no one had jinxed him, and he had not exposed himself to anything unusual.

So, why did he his body ache so much? Why was his head throbbing like hell? And why was he shivering when he felt warm all over?

The matron had given him some medicine earlier and told him to stay put and rest for a while, but he had no time for such thing. He would miss all of his classes if he wasted another minute lying around, but the ache in his bones was not allowing him to move an inch. He hated this; it made him feel useless, pathetic.

It made him sick. Or, at least, sicker than he already was.

The sound of the large doors opening shook him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see (Y/N) carefully walking towards him, with a full tray on her hands and a smile on her face. "How's my favorite patient doing today?" She asked, a little too brightly for his liking.

He gave her a look, which was enough answer by itself, and she chuckled. "I made you some chicken soup. The kitchen elves helped out, of course." She placed the tray on the night table. The bowl was steaming, and even Tom had to admit that it looked good, but the glass of pumpkin juice accompanying it was suddenly calling out for his sore throat. Whether it was because she noticed him eyeing it, or simply because she thought it best, she handed it to him, and he took a large gulp after struggling to sit up straight. It almost felt like he was reborn as soon as he drank the liquid. When he was done, he stared blankly at her and arched an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"

"Taking care of you." She answered in an obvious tone.

"Why?"

"Because It's pitiful seeing you this way." She smirked before pressing her palm against his forehead. He almost jumped at the sudden touch. "You have a fever, still."

"I feel fine." He reassured. It failed to convince her when a small coughing fit followed up his words.

She grabbed the bowl with one hand and took a spoonful of soup with the other. "Open up."

"Excuse me?" He scoffed. "I will not."

She got the spoon closer to his lips and he leaned back. "(Y/N), I'm serious, if you don't stop this right now-"

"Oh, stop being so dramatic." She rolled her eyes. "It won't kill you to be dependent for a day or so. Now, open."

Tom looked at her for a moment. He knew her well -too well, in fact-, and he knew that she was not going to give up so easily. So, instead of arguing with her any further, he opened his mouth hesitantly. "Good boy." She teased as the warm liquid met his tongue. He did not seem amused by her mockery, but was very impressed by her cooking skills.

She fed him the soup slowly, and with each spoonful that she offered him, he looked less tense. He hated the fact that she was seeing him this way, when he was usually much more composed. But she did not seem to mind it, nor did she seem to think it was an odd sight. In fact, she was quite content aiding him. She was lucky being the only person that Tom would let get this close to him. "I will miss all of my classes if I don't get out of here." He said after finishing what was left of the soup.

"Is that all you ever think about?" She chuckled as she set the now empty bowl back on the tray. "You're excused, don't worry about it too much. Besides, I can bring you your homework."

He did not say anything else, but watched as she stood up and dusted off her robes. "Anyway, I better get going now. You stay here and rest, okay? If you feel worse just tell the matron, or if you don't want to then-"

Before she could walk away, he grabbed her wrist with the little strength he had left. She looked at his hand, taken aback by the sudden action. "It's only eight." He pointed out.

She glanced at the clock on the wall before her eyes moved back to him. "Yes, and?"

"There's still an hour left before class starts."

She examined his face carefully. "And you want me to-"

"Stay, yes." He said quietly.

Seeing him sick was not odd for (Y/N); him asking her to stay with him, on the other hand, was very odd.

Yes, she and Tom had spent time together before, but he would never ask her to stay longer, or at least not directly. If it did happen, which was rare, it would always be in very subtle ways that took (Y/N) way too long to decipher. She assumed that it was the sickness beginning to take a toll on him, and even if she wanted to, she could not say no to him. Especially when his eyes looked so tired.

The bed was not big, but Tom scooted over so that (Y/N) could lay down next to him. Surprisingly enough, both of them were quite comfortable in the limited space they had. Tom's warmth embraced her immediately, but to him her touch was almost freezing cold. He did not mind it, though.

It did not take long for his head to drop on her shoulder. She looked down at him and saw that his eyes were closed, but he was not asleep, yet. She figured it would not take long for him to drift away, though, in his condition it was hard not to.

She began to run her fingers through his neat curls, and he let out a quiet sigh. A smile subconsciously crept its way onto her lips; she was fascinated by him. Tom was usually so serious and proper, and although he was naturally charming, he was also very adorable in this state.

If it were for her, she would have stayed in that bed with him, sleeping for hours and not even caring about the amount of school work that was to come.