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it damn sure felt like it (ss courtesy of @jinxsbunny)

-ˋˏ✄ loser!Jinx college AU + miscellaneous ⊹ ࣪ ˖

H E A D C A N O N S

Jinx masterlist ⭑.ᐟ

#cw. Jinx x fem!reader, obsessive & pervy!Jinx, soft & caring!Jinx, mental health + eating habits mentions, brainrot, mentions of bullying, modern/college AU, sfw + nsfw. MINORS PROCEED WITH CAUTION .ᐟ

ᯓ★ author’s note: these have been in the making since april. be warned… it’s a lot. i missed writing hcs but this took me days to edit. i don’t have the energy to proofread.

┈┈・✦ loser!Jinx in general

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx always has a wrist full of random bracelets—beaded ones, handmade ones, mixed metal bangles. when she’s anxious, she twists them. when she’s zoning out, she picks at the knots. they jingle everywhere she goes. you always know when she’s nearby by the sound alone. she’s like a queer windchime.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she also has a carabiner clipped to her belt loop (or backpack strap). it started off as a practical thing—just a random carabiner she found in a junk drawer to hold her dorm key. but now? it’s a full-blown personality trait + flagging. it’s cluttered with a mini plushie, a crow keychain, and a bunch of other random keys now (she has no idea what they unlock). she stacks her rings on it when she gets overwhelmed (lowkey sensory issues at times).

˳·˖✮⋆˙ loser-core meets alt-girl hotness (visual). she’s decked out in piercings—stretched ears with black tunnels, shiny little hoops through the cartilage, nose ring to match her sister’s, barely healed bridge she keeps touching, one (1) lip ring (which she absolutely fiddles with when she’s nervous or thinking horny thoughts). she’s got plans, more piercings than sense. wants her tongue done next, or maybe her nipples—can’t decide.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ often wears beat-up converse that she covered in doodles and stickers. they’re filthy, falling apart, and the soles are separating, but she refuses to let them go.

“these shoes have been with me through war. they have lore.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ wears oversized hoodies with chewed-up strings one day and rave crop tops the next, a bright purple bra poking out. blue hair always messy, sometimes glittery. one time, she wore a skirt with bike shorts, a tool belt, and a band tee—somehow made it work.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ additionally, she wears shirts from the boy section as baby-tees. they’re always cropped, always tight, and she pairs them with cargo pants, chokers, big boots, or raggedy cutoffs. she has no idea how hot she looks half the time despite her loser status.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ shaggy haircut/wolfcuf. must i say more.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ blue light glasses during lectures, and prescription ones she only wears after-hours in her dorm room. both pairs have fingerprints on them because she keeps forgetting to clean them. she thinks they’re fine.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ hygiene = a roulette. some days she doesn’t shower, doesn’t brush her teeth, hair’s greasy (dry shampoo is her religion), bags under her eyes, and she’s been wearing the same hoodie for 3 days. either because her mental health is low or she’s hyperfocused on a project. the next day? eyeliner sharp enough to kill, fun eyeshadow, painted nails, glitter freckles, smells like vanilla coke and body spray.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ but no matter how much she showers, there’s always something industrial lingering. not necessarily unpleasant, just confusing. you lean in expecting cherries and get hit with “hardware store.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx rollerskates across campus. she’s surprisingly skilled, but not graceful—she’s fast and messy, with too much speed and zero caution. backpack swinging, hoodie strings flying, energy drink in one hand.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ the original reason? she’s late 99% of the time. early in the semester she was running late to her engineering lab and just said “fuck it.” she slapped on her beat-up skates and never looked back.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ there are times when she absolutely eats shit on the pavement. books go flying, doodles scatter—she doesn’t care. she pops back up like “that was a trick. i meant to do that.” or just stays on the ground for a bit longer because “i’m already down. might as well take a break.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ her skates are decorated and lowkey falling apart. they’re covered in stickers and scuffed to hell with colorful laces. one wheel glows, the other squeaks.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ can’t sit still in lectures. always slouching, always doodling in the margins of her notes, always fidgeting. she bounces her leg under the table, spins her keychain around her finger like a nervous tic. she acts super chill, but it’s a front for the thousand thoughts racing through her brain.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’s also a tablet kind of girl—solely for digital art—and she bites her stylus when she’s thinking. she ruined like four of them. she’ll chew on the rubber tips until they’re useless, and she can’t stop. (oral fixation strikes again)

˳·˖✮⋆˙ goes feral during lectures she actually cares about, though. she’ll bring a fidget toy to help her sit still, a notebook, and her tablet. somehow multitasking everything at once and constantly raises her hand.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’s unintentionally intimidating, but in that weirdo way. her professors think she’s either a genius or about to burn the lab down. other students are a little scared to sit next to her because her eye twitches when she’s deep in thought, and she mutters shit like, “if it explodes, it explodes.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx hyperfixates on the weirdest, most random things. one week it’s quantum mechanics, the next it’s FNAF. she rambles to anyone who blinks near her. full speed, wide-eyed, smiling—and then goes quiet mid-sentence when she realizes they’re not following.

“never mind. it’s dumb.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she has strong opinions on energy drinks and will absolutely rant about which ones taste like battery acid and which ones make her vibrate in a good way. her current favorite is some off-brand neon thing with no recognizable logo. she calls it “brain juice.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she makes herself the punchline before anyone else can. if she feels vulnerable, she’ll roast herself. she’d rather make you laugh than let you see her flinch.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’s scared of being known. some people like her. they really do. but the second someone tries to really know her? ask about her past? her family? her hopes? she clams up, cracks a joke, deflects. she wants connection so bad it hurts, but the idea of being seen makes her want to disappear.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’s the type to overanalyze everything alone in bed at 2am. “did i say that weird?” “did they mean that thing they said or were they just being nice?” “do they hate me or are they just chill?” she will lie awake in the dark and overthink a throwaway comment from four days ago.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ wears her headphones all the time. she needs them to exist in public. the music’s bleeding through whenever she’s listening to something (example). other times they are connected to nothing—it’s just a signal to leave her alone or so she can eavesdrop unnoticed.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ nightcore obsession. still present. next!

˳·˖✮⋆˙ social battery? weird and unpredictable. sometimes she’s the loudest in the room, making everyone laugh with weird voices and wild tangents. other days she ghosts everyone for 3 days to lie on the floor with her “emotional support” cat.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ pets aren’t permitted in dorm rooms, so Jinx smuggled him in a canvas bag with a busted zipper and whispered, “don’t you dare meow, this is life or death” the whole way to her room. the cat meowed anyway, and she just coughed over it.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ he’s little black cat with a chewed ear and way too much attitude. his name is something dumb and obvious like Mr. Cat or Whiskers, but the nicknames are endless—Void, Sir Purrs-a-Lot, Catboy, Bastard, Your Majesty. he knocks over cups, screams at 3am, and bites toes under blankets. Jinx is obsessed.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she constantly takes pictures of him and posts them to her story with little doodles: tiny sunglasses, swords, or hearts and stars.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ her roommate caught her baby-talking to him, and she tried to bribe them so they wouldn’t snitch about how she smuggled him in with:

weekly DoorDash orders (“pick anything under $25. i’ll Venmo you, no questions asked.”)

doing their assignments for two weeks

bringing back snacks whenever she leaves campus (“don’t say i never do anything for you.”)

˳·˖✮⋆˙ but the roommate shrugs and goes, “whatever, just don’t let him piss in my laundry basket.” eventually, they just grow to love the cat too, and now it’s their shared secret.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she keeps the litter box in her closet. it should smell. it doesn’t—because it’s the only thing she obsessively cleans every. damn. day. she sprinkles baking soda in and has air purifiers nearby, but still panics every time the door is opened even an inch. if her RA ever comes by, she dumps the cat in a laundry basket.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx worries about him constantly when she’s not in her room and has a camera set up on her laptop just to check in.

“please, stop eating the wire. i’m not taking you to the vet again. we don’t have health insurance.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she wakes up with the cat on her face every morning. he sleeps directly on her cheek or chest, and she pretends to be annoyed.

“oh my god, stop suffocating me, you freak.” but then immediately kisses his head and whispers, “you’re my entire life.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she carries him around like a baby and calls him her son. he’s wrapped in hoodies, sometimes worn like a scarf. she has one arm under the butt, one across his chest. she looks like a divorced dad with visitation rights.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ her part of the dorm room has duality. one side is a chaotic mess: wires, loose parts, half-finished projects. the other side is comfort: fairy lights, soft blankets, squishy plushies she never admits to liking, a stuffed animal from her childhood. her desk is cluttered: tools, wires, candy wrappers, a Gameboy she gutted, a coffee cup with pencils and brushes in it, and a framed picture of her and her cat.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ the room smells like Vicks VapoRub because she likes the “freshness” of it, energy drinks, and paint. she occasionally lights incense or some candles but forgets to blow them out.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx has Minecraft props in her dorm room like a foam pickaxe leaning against her dresser or a torch mounted on the wall. she also has a bedside lantern she leaves on at night and pretends it’s for the vibes when it’s actually for comfort. the soft pixelated glow helps when her brain won��t stop buzzing.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she also owns the full set of Minecraft guidebooks. they’re dog-eared, highlighted, and falling apart. she’s covered some in stickers and doodles—hearts, swords, personal annotations. they’re her sacred texts. she also loves pop-up books.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’s weirdly into LEGO and keeps a sealed baggie of her “emergency pieces” in her desk drawer in case she needs to fidget or gets inspired.

“it’s like therapy. but with clicky sounds.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she either has zero appetite or is absolutely starving. will say “i haven’t eaten since yesterday” while building a contraption, then casually demolish two burritos in one sitting. she’ll eat whatever is available just to fill her stomach rather than opting for proper meals.

⤷ side note: she really enjoys curry and seafood dishes—mostly sushi or sushi wraps/onigri and fish, because shrimps kinda freak her out. she also has a sweet tooth, and her favorite candies are Skittles. orange juice is her go-to, of course.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx desperately needs a calendar but refuses to use one. her schedule is a mess—she’ll show up to the wrong class on the wrong day and pretend she meant to be there.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she carries a tiny screwdriver everywhere. if someone’s glasses fall apart? she’s there, sitting cross-legged on the floor with her tiny screwdriver, grinning proudly like, “stand back. i’ve got this.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she has rewritten the Wi-Fi password more than once just to mess with the admin. if something on campus breaks mysteriously, it was probably Jinx. if it works again five hours later? also Jinx (tiny screwdriver glory moment).

˳·˖✮⋆˙ learned how to trick the vending machines into giving free snacks. she doesn’t use it for herself often, but she’ll randomly hand someone a bag of chips and wink like it’s a secret mission.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ talks to inanimate objects. “please cooperate, you tiny bastard,” she mutters to screws and wires. once cried when her old fan finally broke and said, “she was loyal.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she avoids doctors and dentists. hates regular check-ups (she’s lowkey afraid of being touched by strangers and highkey afraid they’ll tell her she’s broken).

˳·˖✮⋆˙ listens to fast and chaotic ASMR like Miss Manganese. she can’t do the “relaxing” stuff. she also listens to roleplay ASMR like “mad scientist repairs your android body.” it puts her to sleep instantly.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’ll act like she’s zoning out while someone talks about their bad day, but later she’ll hand them their favorite candy or send them a meme that somehow perfectly references what they were upset about. she also leaves tea and cold meds by her sick roommate’s bed, brings snacks to study groups, and gives forehead flicks as affection.

“it’s not a thing. don’t make it weird.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx hates studying, but can’t handle failing. she pretends not to care about grades, but if she gets anything lower than her average, it eats her alive. she doesn’t tell anyone. she just stays up all night redrawing diagrams.

“stupid. you’re smarter than this.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’s awkward in group projects. she either accidentally takes over or zones out entirely. there’s no in-between. she’s bad at replying to group chats but will send a random meme at 2am and then a full draft of the project out of nowhere.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she once did a group presentation solo because no one else showed up. she had no slides, just a marker and an insane amount of charisma. got full marks and absolutely derailed the class discussion.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ sometimes, she plays the lone wolf role a little too hard. “i don’t do group stuff,” she’ll say, then proceed to hover at the edge of a study group, make weird jokes until people laugh, and eventually settle in like she belongs there (she does).

˳·˖✮⋆˙ people come to her for help with assignments. she pretends to be annoyed but secretly loves explaining things and gets really animated about it. she always ends up going on a 30-minute tangent while eating gummy worms.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she would rather die than admit she wants to be invited to something. “parties are dumb anyway,” she mutters, then sits in her room half-listening for noise in the hallway, wondering if anyone would’ve wanted her there.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ obsessed with things like the robotics club, weird horror comics, old Nickelodeon shows, and anime she swears she watches “ironically.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx was a theatre kid and you can tell. she wasn’t the lead—she was the unhinged supporting character who stole the show because she brought way too much intensity to the role. she still warms up her voice in weird ways and does stage makeup for fun. she’s not in drama anymore, but it’s in her bones with the way she talks with her hands and does dramatic readings when high.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ is absolutely in the D&D campus circle. she builds elaborate homebrew worlds, makes custom maps, invents gadgets to use during campaigns, and has a special set of dice she made out of blue resin with glitter inside (iykyk). once, her character was offered safety, a family, a home. the DM described it in such vivid, sincere detail that Jinx sat there, eyes glassy, jaw tight. she muttered, “i don’t trust it,” but her voice shook.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ is in way too many discord servers. she mutes all of them and only checks 3. one is about mechanics. another is an art trade group that’s completely dead but she won’t leave “for history.” the third? a secret vent server.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ used to be a mod and it still haunts her. she tries to play it cool but she absolutely wore the admin role like a crown back in her peak mod era. ran that shit like the navy but couldn’t follow her own rules—changed them every day depending on her mood. still flinches at the words “server drama.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ was in a discord relationship that lasted 3 weeks. they roleplayed, exchanged playlists, and Jinx gifted her Nitro like it was the greatest love gesture of all time. then they broke up when Jinx ghosted because she “felt too much.” she will deny this to her grave.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ loves webcomics and made her own. it had a strict color palette, fourth wall breaks, dramatic monologues, and a main character that definitely wasn’t made after Jinx herself. she got burnt out instantly and it never made it past page four, but she still draws the characters sometimes in the margins of her notes.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she had a DeviantArt phase. she made OCs. the energy still lingers when she gets too into D&D lore.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she was definitely a Gacha kid, and it shows. she used to grind for SSRs like her life depended on it. still mutters “pleasepleaseplease” under her breath when opening emails.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she used to pretend she was possessed for attention. middle school era. she would draw runes in her notebook, walk into class with smudged eyeliner, and dress like she got lost in a Hot Topic. people thought she was haunted—she was just lonely, undiagnosed, and very online.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ therefore, she was bullied. people made fun of her hair, her laugh, her fandom hoodies. it never broke her, but it shaped her. she had to pull out the “older sister guard dog privilege.” someone called her “crazy” for the first time and it stuck. it made her quick with comebacks and afraid of being vulnerable. it made her Jinx.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ grew up deep in the Creepypasta trenches. she thought Slenderman was real until age 14. she used to stay up until 3am watching badly edited YouTube horror videos with red text, distorted audio, and bad jumpscares.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ her favorite character is Jason the Toymaker. she says it’s “the aesthetic, okay? he’s red and fucked up and makes things. it’s me-coded.” but it’s also the story—abandonment issues, obsession, resentment turning into possession. it gets her.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’s emotionally invested in the lore and has deep takes.

“Jeff the Killer was emotionally neglected. you’re all shallow.”

“Jason would NEVER act like that. read the actual lore, idiot.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she once blocked someone for saying Ticci Toby was overrated.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’s obsessed with internet urban legends. Cicada 3301? SCPs? webcore rabbit holes? she’s in deep and has watched every “explained” video.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ additionally, she’s obsessed with ARGs. “Marble Hornets” rewired her brain when she was younger. she tried to make her own ARG once using a blog, an abandoned hallway on campus, and distorted audio clips she recorded with a broken mic. no one cared. she still updates it sometimes. just in case.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ knows FNAF lore too well. she doesn’t even like the games that much anymore, but she knows the timeline like the back of her hand. can and will explain every animatronic’s origin, murder theory, and security cam angle.

“no, no, you don’t get it. the Bite of ‘83 and the Bite of ‘87 are different events. sit down.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ therefore, she absolutely worships Markiplier, she grew up watching him and calls him “The Only Man.” quotes him constantly.

“i’m not ashamed. he’s the only man i trust.”

⤷ bonus: she had a phase where she found him kind of hot and is deeply ashamed of it.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ will randomly say “HeLLo EVerYBoDy my name is MaRkIpLiEr” mid-convo and jingle-jingles herself when she gets distracted.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ got way too into backrooms lore. she knows every level. the entities. the scent of Level 0. she will casually bring it up in convo like “this hallway feels liminal. don’t noclip, okay?”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx uses outdated internet slang in a deadpan voice to make people uncomfortable. “that’s so based. very pog. i’m quaking.” but sometimes it slips out for real and she instantly tries to cover it with a cough or a fake laugh.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she makes custom content for The Sims 4, and she’s so good at it. she’s got a whole CC folder of textures, meshes, poses, recolors. she also loves creating clothes and tattoos. she posts them under a fake username and has a tiny loyal fanbase.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ makes fake dating profiles for her Sims to live out the relationships she’s too scared to have. she’ll spend two hours designing a goth girl Sim, then set her up on dates with shy library girls and watch them hold hands.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she had a cosplayer era back in middle/high school. did full makeup, foam props, spiked wigs, contacts. she hot glued her fingers together weekly. she still has it all in a trunk under her bed. sometimes she puts them on when no one’s around. felt weirdly connected to Sally Face and the game in general.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ at one point she tried to teach herself Japanese via Hatsune Miku. if you play a Miku song around her now, she’ll pretend she’s too cool, but her eyes will glaze over and she’ll whisper the lyrics like a summoning chant.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ yandere simulator. that's it. send tweet.

┈┈・✦ loser!Jinx with a crush

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx gets so blushy it’s ridiculous. not just her face—her ears, her neck, her chest. they get blotchy so fast.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ the first time she sees you, she knocks over her own coffee, burns her hand, and stares at you like she’s been hit with a flashbang. she fixates instantly.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ sits near you in class but never makes eye contact, just sends vibes in your general direction and acts like that counts as flirting. she stares at the back of your head during lectures and zones out for twenty minutes imagining your future apartment together.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she pretends she doesn’t care, but she waits for you every time. outside class, at the coffee shop, after lab. she even shows up a few minutes early, just to catch you walking in. she leans against the wall, arms crossed, pretending to scroll—until she sees you and instantly straightens up like she wasn’t watching the door the whole time.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she practices what to say in the mirror and still chokes.

“hi, uh—i mean, hey—hi. again. oh god. i like your shirt—jacket? skin? hair? fuck—wait no, not your skin—”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ on a particularly confident day, she will absolutely do the most when you’re around: sits on the back of chairs, swings keys on her finger, smirks too much. but when you flirt back, she breaks. one compliment and Jinx short-circuits—mouth opens, no sound comes out, eyes go wide. then she says something like “shut up before i explode” and kicks a chair over on her way out.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she pretends to be chill but accidentally flirts too hard.

“i like your shirt.”

“you could borrow it. or take it off me. either way.” then blinks, shuts her laptop, and leaves the room. “WHY did i say that.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she rewatches every movie or show you even casually mention so she can “accidentally” bring it up in conversation.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ stalks your Spotify playlists. adds the same songs to her own and pretends she “just stumbled on them too.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she talks to her cat constantly when she’s alone, asking for advice. “should i text her?” she says while pacing. the cat blinks. “she did like my story. and she said ‘lol’ in all lowercase. that’s flirty, right?” the cat yawns. “you’re no help, bro.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx overthinks everything. you liked her tweet = it’s true love. you didn’t like her tweet = she’s definitely annoying and should delete her entire internet presence. you laughed at her joke = in love with her. you touched her arm = marriage pending. you texted “goodnight loser 💕” = Jinx is literally rolling around on her bed whispering, “she loves me she loves me she loves me—”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she changes her discord status every time you go offline. if you’re active, her status is “🧠 doing brain things” or “drawing crusty shit.” when you log off, Jinx changes it to something cryptic like “ghost mode activated” or “no point in speaking when no one’s listening” and then immediately regrets it.

“what the fuck am i doing?”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she cannot be normal about your Instagram posts. you post a casual mirror selfie? Jinx stares at it for ten full minutes, saves it, zooms in, imagines what’s underneath your shirt, what your voice would sound like whispering her name before pulling her down to the bed…

˳·˖✮⋆˙ obsessively rewatches your stories. she mutes the sound and turns the brightness all the way up so she can “focus on the way your nose crinkles when you laugh” and then replays it six more times while kicking her feet.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’s accidentally horny all the time. it’s not her fault. you’re pretty. you exist. Jinx will be mid-conversation, watching the way you talk, and realize she hasn’t heard a single word—she’s too busy imagining you pressed against the dorm wall. cue her snapping her rubber band bracelet against her wrist like stay in the moment, loser. stay in the moment.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ you wear lipgloss one day. it’s subtle, pink, soft. she spends the whole afternoon obsessing over it—staring at your mouth during every sentence, imagining what it would taste like, smear like, feel like dragging across her skin. she goes back to her dorm and ruins herself with two fingers and a whimper.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she gets off to the idea of you, too—just the thought of you pinning her down, grabbing her hips, whispering something mean and hot into her ear. that’s enough. that’s too much. she finishes fast, almost messily, and then just lies there like “i’m so fucked. i am sooo fucked.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ her roommate walked in on her masturbating ONE (1) time, and it ruined her life. it was late. Jinx thought they were gone for the night. she was under the blanket, headphones in, red in the face, flushed as hell, whispering, “fuck, baby…” into her pillow while watching one of your old Instagram stories on a loop. the door opened, they made eye contact, Jinx screamed and threw her phone across the room.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she tried to pretend it didn’t happen, but she was clearly spiraling. she avoided eye contact for two days, over-apologized, left apology snacks on her roommate’s desk. eventually, her roommate felt bad and offered her a bag of pretzels as a peace treaty. they never spoke of it again.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ but she starts setting elaborate booby traps before masturbating after that. she puts a chair against the doorknob, ties a bell to the handle, wedges her desk in a way that makes the door jam. all so she can scroll through your selfies in peace.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ sometimes, she gets herself off, still flushed, and ding—you text her. “you around?” or “can you help me with my laptop?” Jinx stares at the screen, legs still trembling, heart racing. she types “yeah sure lol” like she wasn’t just moaning your name into her pillow five minutes ago.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she made a Sims version of you once. gave you soft sweaters, delicate walks, custom pink lipgloss. she played out a whole domestic storyline she’ll never admit to… then got horny when you did the WooHoo with her Sim (she has Wicked Whims), got scared, and deleted the save file mid-crisis.

“nope. nope. too weird. i am not that girl.” (she is that girl)

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she tries to get over you. fails. tries again. still fails. “i’m done,” she says one night. “she’s too pretty. too soft. i’m not normal around her. it’s too much.” the next morning? you say hi and Jinx is back at square one with her heart pounding and her soul leaving her body.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ jealous in the dumbest ways. she sees someone compliment you and mumbles, “ha, well she’s mine, so… fuck off.” under her breath. while walking away.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ her crush isn’t subtle. everyone knows. you probably know. Jinx is in too deep to notice she’s already outed herself.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ will walk across campus in the rain to bring you something stupid like a charger. will hand you a chocolate bar and say, “i accidentally bought two. shut up and eat it.” will sit silently next to you in the library just so you don’t fall asleep studying alone. she acts like it’s nothing (it’s everything).

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx gives you the best bits of everything. whether it’s a cookie, a doodle, or a scavenged trinket, she always gives you the prettiest, softest, most perfect piece, then acts like she didn’t even notice. “this one’s cursed. you can have it.” you just smile and thank her. it melts her every time.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ you complain about the wind, so Jinx just plops her hoodie over you without a word. you blink. “you’re ridiculous.” “you’re cold,” she mutters, pretending to look at anything but you. (that hoodie never gets returned)

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she makes herself unavailable to everyone except you. she’ll ghost group chats, ignore emails, miss class, but the second you text “are you around?” she replies instantly with “always. what’s up?” she will drop everything—assignments, meals, sleep—just to help you find a lost earring or talk about your weird dream.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she overthinks every message before sending, rewriting it at least 5 times.

💬 jinx [4:46 PM]

Hey.

hey :P

heyyy (ignore me lol)

do u want to hang out maybe unless that’s cringe

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she eventually lands on “yo. u alive?” and throws her phone across the room as soon as it delivers.

“she’s gonna think i’m cold. or dumb. or both. or she’ll block me.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she pretends she doesn’t care, then waits by her phone. she’ll say “yeah, whatever, text me if you feel like it” and act nonchalant—but she checks her phone every five minutes after. when you do text her something sweet? Jinx bites her lip, hugs her pillow, and stares at the screen way too long before replying, “lol lame. i like u too i guess.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she sends you cat photos as a flirting method. it starts off tame:

💬 jinx [2:32 PM]

look at this idiot lol

he bit my charger again

˳·˖✮⋆˙ then it slowly escalates into “matching hoodies,” “he posed like me, we’re soulmates,” and one where she’s holding him with ‘accidentally hot’ messy hair and a tank top. (you secretly save that one)

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she tries to get you to visit just to “meet The Cat™️”

💬 jinx [5:17 PM]

wanna come over? he’s been asking about you

💬 you [5:25 PM]

he doesn’t even know me

💬 jinx [5:26 PM]

that’s what makes this so tragic. come fix his heart? :)

˳·˖✮⋆˙ once you finally do come over, she pretends the cat has a crush on you to project her own feelings.

“he only acts like this around you.”

“he doesn’t cuddle anyone else. i think he imprinted.”

“he likes you more than me. rude.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she sends voice messages of the cat meowing, with her voice all soft in the background. you hear her cooing “who’s a handsome little guy? yeah, you are” and forget how to breathe. she immediately regrets sending it and spends the next hour lying face-down in her bed screaming silently into her hoodie.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she builds a secret “shrine house” for you in one of her Minecraft servers. it’s a beautiful, slightly chaotic cottage in the woods—blue flowers, cats, and little signs that say stuff like “you’re so pretty lol” and “no monsters allowed except me <3.” she waits like 2 weeks before inviting you to “just explore.” when you find it, Jinx pretends it was an inside joke or plays it off like “oh that house? idk. i just built it. no big deal.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ your late-night discord calls start chaotic—games, yelling, memes. but slowly, it turns into something quieter. Jinx curls up under her blanket when you start talking softly. she listens, smiling into her pillow, letting your voice carry her to sleep.

“still there?”

“mmhmm.”

“okay. good.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she picks flowers for you and tries to make it a joke. she hands you a clumsy, crumpled little wildflower—nothing fancy—and goes, “here. because you’re, like… nature or something.” you smile like she just handed you a diamond, and Jinx has to look away because her face is on fire.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ you notice when Jinx stops talking mid-ramble. she gets carried away explaining something—how a circuit board works, her latest cursed Sims mod, a half-finished sketch idea—and then suddenly quiets, thinking she’s being annoying. you just say softly, “you can keep going. i like hearing you talk.” and she looks at you like she just got handed the sun.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she has no idea you like her back because she can’t fathom it. you could say “you’re my favorite person :)” and Jinx would be like “haha… she probably says that to the lunch lady too.” she’s too caught up in her own spiral to notice your soft stares, lingering touches, bashful giggles, or the way you always save her a seat.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx hates when people touch her… except you. you can fix her bangs, tuck a strand behind her ear, run your fingers through it when you’re laying down, watching something. she melts each time.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx starts letting her guard down in little ways. she lets you into her dorm without apologizing for the mess, lets you sit at her desk, lets you see half-finished art, chaotic projects, the weird corners of her world. she shrugs and says, “it’s not much,” but she means, “i trust you.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she tries to confess a few times. the first time, she laughed nervously and played it off as a lame joke.

“god, i’m like… so in love with you it’s pathetic.”

“what?”

“hah. nothing. unless… i mean, unless that’s cool with you. then it’s definitely something.” she spends the next six hours pacing her dorm trying not to implode.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ the next one was fueled by a sudden wave of emotions. it’s 2am, you were laying in bed, quiet, almost touching. her roommate was out, her fairy lights were on, and her heart was open.

“do you think people can want someone so bad it makes them sick?”

“are you talking about me?”

Jinx just went silent, blushed, then whispered, “yeah. sorry.”

⤷ side note: you could’ve confessed back that time, but you wanted her to mean it—no jokes, no apologies.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ the final confession was a mess. she couldn’t keep it in anymore. you were just sitting there, being soft and kind and looking at her like she matters. she blurted it out without thinking: “you make everything hurt less. and it scares the shit out of me, because i think i like you like you and i don’t know what to do with that.” then she immediately covered her face, said “forget it—oh my god, i’m so fucking embarrassing.” but you just… kissed her. quietly, with certainty. Jinx didn’t speak for a full minute, just stared, wide-eyed, lips parted. when she finally whispered, “wait. that actually just happened?” you simply kissed her again.

┈┈・✦ loser!Jinx in a relationship

˳·˖✮⋆˙ her lovergirl era hits hard. she’s suddenly doodling your names together, writing love notes, drawing you as a little cartoon with hearts around your head. she wants to kiss and touch you all the time.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx keeps saying “this is so dumb” while clearly being obsessed. she’ll be holding your hand, forehead pressed against yours, giggling like an idiot, and still go, “ugh, this is so dumb. you’re so dumb. you’re gonna make me throw up.” and then she kisses you like she’ll never stop. she never shuts up about you either—constantly shocked she gets to have this.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she tried to be chill the first week—it lasted a few hours. she showed up to class with a lipstick mark on her jaw and told her friends “whatever, she’s just into me. who isn’t?” later that night, she was curled up in your lap whispering, “do you still like me? you do, right? say it again. please.” she constantly needs to reassure herself that this is real.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ sometimes, she still has late night meltdowns where she asks if you’re sure. “are you really happy with me?” “you could have anyone.” “what if i mess this up?” you never get tired of reassuring her. you kiss every worry off her mouth, wrap her in arms and words. and Jinx—shaking, sniffling—lets herself believe it.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she has a folder in her phone just for candids of you: reading, painting your nails, laughing with your head thrown back. Jinx looks at it when she’s sad, overwhelmed, or in bed alone. she scrolls through the folder and just whispers “mine.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she still overthinks every little thing you do… in a good way now. before, she spiraled wondering if you cared. now she spirals because “she looked at me like i’m the only person in the world. what the fuck. what the actual fuck.” she keeps these moments like pocket treasures. she writes them down, rereads them, draws them out.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she whines without meaning to—not like a brat, but more like a kitten. soft, needy noises when she’s tired, when you pull away, when she wants to be held.

“c’mere. babe. baby. babyyyy. touch me or i’ll explode.” it’s not a threat. it’s emotional truth.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she starts leaving her stuff at your place instinctively: a hoodie, a charger, a sketchbook. it’s not even a conscious thing, she just wants to exist around you, wants your space to feel like hers, too.

“i’m nesting. deal with it.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ her room slowly becomes your room, too. your clothes end up on her chair, your drawings on her wall, a toothbrush in the cup. Jinx pretends she didn’t notice. “wow. weird. who put this here?” but she touches it all like it’s holy.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ sleepy Jinx is just heartbreaking. the first time you spend the night, she clings to you like a blanket, buries her face in your shoulder, mumbles, “you’re warm. you’re real. i like that. i like you.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ needs a 10-minute prep talk before saying i love you. she rehearses it while brushing her teeth and cries a little. ultimately chickens out.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ ended up saying it casually, then panicked after. it just slipped out: “thanks for the juice—i love you.” she froze, went pale, backed up like she just said something unforgivable.

“i love you too, y’know.”

“…oh. okay. cool. that’s fine. great, even. i’m just gonna go scream into my hoodie now.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she draws you all the time, but with love instead of longing, softer and gentler now. she sketches you asleep on her couch, tying your hair up, or smiling. sometimes she adds herself, too. she used to draw you like a dream. now she draws you like a home.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ you’ll kiss her just to watch her stumble. she’s mid-rant when you lean in and kiss her mid-sentence. Jinx immediately short-circuits, loses her train of thought, blinks at you like she just got slapped with a rose.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx giggles through soft, lazy make-outs. you’re in bed, it’s quiet. she’s on top of you, pressing gentle, slow kisses along your jaw, lips, collar... but she keeps giggling. not because anything’s funny, but because she’s so full of love she doesn’t know how to hold it.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she also makes the softest little noises between kisses. they’re not loud, not intense—just soft, warm little hums and sighs. she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she starts letting herself be taken care of (terrified, but she tries). she lets you help her with things she’d normally lie about—eating, resting, calming down. she gets really quiet when you take care of her, sometimes teary-eyed. she whispers “you don’t have to…” but deep down, she wants it more than anything.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she plays it cool until your first time comes, then she absolutely panics. she thought she’d be fine—she flirts, teases, even makes a joke as she kisses your neck like “i bet you taste like candy or some shit.” but when you actually start undressing her? her face goes beet red, hands shaking slightly, breath catching like she just remembered it’s really happening.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’s clumsy at first and apologizes a lot. her hands fumble with your bra, she bumps foreheads during a kiss, she almost falls off the bed while trying to take her socks off. “wait—hang on—fuck, no i swear i’m good at this, just give me—” you just laugh softly, cupping her cheek: “you’re fine. you’re perfect. slow down.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’s inexperienced in ways she didn’t realize until now. she’s done stuff before, but never like this—while in love. so everything—every touch, every soft moan from you, every inch of skin—hits her so much harder. it’s not just physical, it’s emotional. she keeps blinking too much like she’s trying not to cry.

“is this what it’s supposed to feel like? because holy shit.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she makes the sweetest, most embarrassing sounds. whimpers, gasps, shaky and hiccups “fuck”s, drawn-out moans when you touch her just right. she’s sensitive—painfully so. her thighs twitch, her hands claw at the sheets. you kiss her neck and she lets out the tiniest choked “oh.” she covers her face and groans: “i sound like a virgin.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ her eyes go glassy after, her breathing gets soft. when you pull her close and stroke her back, she just presses her face intro your shoulder.

“i don’t think anyone’s ever touched me like that. you could’ve been mean, and you weren’t… i don’t know what to do with that.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx learns what you like, and it changes her. she pays attention and gets addicted to the way you gasp when she kisses down your ribs, to the way your hips stutter when you get praised. she never thought she could give that kind of pleasure—now she craves it, gets drunk on it, and learns how to own it.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ after that, the sex gets even more tender, sweeter. it’s not just lust anymore—Jinx is reverent. slow touches, kisses that last forever, whispers like “i’ve got you” and “you’re so pretty like this.” she lets you guide her, ride her, wrap her up in warmth. she never knew being loved could make her body feel so light.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ and then… it gets filthier. because now that she feels safe? Jinx starts to play. she teases more, grinds into your lap while biting your lip, tries new positions. she even buys a strap online and sends it to you with a dumb caption like “hope ur ready to see god <3” she stops holding back.

“you wanna use me, baby? wanna make me squirm?”

“c’mon, tell me what to do. i’ll do anything, just touch me. fuck—please.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx can make-out for hours—hand tangled in your hair, hips rocking lazily, completely lost in it. but as soon as things get intense, and clothes come off? she gets nervous the first few minutes again. not scared—just overwhelmed. might say something dumb like, “you’re so hot it’s making my brain turn to soup.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she still blushed when you undress in front of her. it doesn’t matter how many times she’s seen it, she still gets giddy

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’s weak for your voice when you’re turned on. the breathier it gets, the more she loses her composure. she’ll press her forehead to yours, panting, whispering “do that again. i wanna hear you like that.” and when you do? her whole body shudders. ruined.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Jinx will run her mouth all day—“bet you’d melt if i touched you right”—until you actually climb into her lap, grab her jaw, and kiss her like you mean it. she’s done. she’s whimpering, gripping the sheets. suddenly shy, suddenly quiet. she doesn’t recover for hours.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she loves when you’re a little mean to her. just a little. you’re teasing her, calling her out when she’s flustered? “aww, is my bratty girl getting shy?” she turns to liquid. she’ll try to sass back and end up mewling instead. total switch energy—thinks she’s in control, then you smirk and it’s over.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ later, in a moment of weakness (maybe during pillow talk), she finally confesses to everything she did before you got together.

“remember when we weren’t together and i was weird and twitchy all the time? yeah. your fault. i was obsessed.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she’s obsessed with your hands in a soft, gentle way. she loves holding them, playing with your rings, kissing your knuckles. when you’re talking and getting flustered, she will reach over and just grab your hand, rubbing her thumb over your palm with a smile.

“you’re okay. you’re okay.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ also obsessed with your thighs. can’t stop staring but will pretend she’s not. she’s toast if you wear shorts or a skirt—hands get grabby.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ Minecraft dates become your thing—late-night builds, cozy houses in biomes you picked together. Jinx gets all happy when you log in. she makes you matching beds, leaves love notes on in-game books, follows you around and throws flowers at your feet. you have a shared farm with signs like “our gay little wheat patch.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ you sleep in Minecraft beds next to each other even if you’re in person and just playing side-by-side.

“wait for me to log on. i don’t wanna go to bed without you.”

“you’re so sappy.”

“shut up and build me a love shrine.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she gets mad if someone kills your Minecraft pet. like actually mad. she starts muttering threats, plotting revenge.

“you killed Cinnamon?! cool. watch your crops rot, bitch.” proceeds to lay TNT under their base.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ if you ever fight, Jinx logs on and builds sad shit—a tiny, lonely tent, a rainy forest campfire with one empty stool, a grave that says “here lies my dignity.” you show up in-game and leave a sign that just says “i still love you. come home.” she cries. you build a new cottage together.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she makes you a resource pack that replaces Creeper sounds with her voice. the Creepers now go “babygirl don’t turn around” before exploding. she’s so proud.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ you nap together a lot. it always starts the same way: “we’re not sleeping, just resting our eyes.” cut to both of you passed out in a nest of pillows, limbs tangled, Jinx half-snoring with her cheek against your chest and her fingers loosely curled around your shirt.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ sometimes she makes you hold her hand while she rollerskates. she’ll just roll up next to you on the sidewalk, grab your hand without warning, and coast along while you walk.

“you’re my little gravity tether.”

“you’re going to pull me into traffic.”

“then we die in love. worth it.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ you share headphones when you study. Jinx puts one earbud in your ear and one in hers. you don’t talk—just sit, music low, working in sync. sometimes she reaches over and pecks you.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she picks at her fingers until they bleed during study sessions—she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. it’s quiet, repetitive, little half-moons of damage around her nails. you notice and gently hold her hand still or kiss her knuckles. Jinx doesn’t say anything, but her breathing slows.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ you encourage her to try cosplaying again just for fun. you see the way she lights up when she talks about old builds or character design. one day you say, “i’d help you put something together. just for us.” Jinx tries to brush it off, but later she’s tearing up, smiling softly to herself while brushing a wig she hadn’t touched in years.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she doodles you, herself, and her cat as a little family—constantly. it starts in the corner of a notebook page, just a tiny cartoon: her, you, and your weird goblin son (the cat), all holding hands with a tiny heart bubble that says “our dumb gay little life.” you find it on accident, and Jinx tries to grab it back.

“DON’T LOOK AT THAT—THAT’S NOT FOR—IT’S—SHUT UP.”

“you’re so soft it hurts me.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ you start bringing toys for her cat, and Jinx falls in love all over again. a small plush mice, a banana with catnip, a little blue collar. she opens her bag after class and finds a treat pouch inside.

“you’re trying to seduce me with animal enrichment. it’s working.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ one night, you stay up late building a LEGO set together. it’s 3am, you’re on the floor, her cat keeps stealing bricks. it’s a half-finished flower bouquet and a very questionable spaceship that Jinx swears is “intentionally asymmetrical.” you’re giggling, cross-legged, bumping shoulders.

“this is like… weirdly romantic. just us. building stuff.”

“you’re weirdly romantic.”

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-ˋˏ✄ loser!Jinx college AU + miscellaneous ⊹ ࣪ ˖

H E A D C A N O N S

Jinx masterlist ⭑.ᐟ

ᯓ★ author’s note: these have been in the making since april. be warned… it’s a lot. i missed writing hcs but this took me days to edit. i don’t have the energy to proofread.

┈┈・✦ loser!Jinx in general

˳·˖✮⋆˙ often wears beat-up converse that she covered in doodles and stickers. they’re filthy, falling apart, and the soles are separating, but she refuses to let them go.

“these shoes have been with me through war. they have lore.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ shaggy haircut/wolfcuf. must i say more.

˳·˖✮⋆˙ her skates are decorated and lowkey falling apart. they’re covered in stickers and scuffed to hell with colorful laces. one wheel glows, the other squeaks.

“never mind. it’s dumb.”

˳·˖✮⋆˙ she has a deep, dorky, all-consuming love for sharks, and she’s not subtle about it. it started when she was like 9 and saw a shark documentary narrated by some guy with a British accent. now it’s a full-blown obsession—shark facts, shark memes, shark plushies, shark-themed earrings (yes, she has a pair). she owns a giant shark plushie that lives on her dorm bed, and it’s literally bigger than she is. she hugs him while she scrolls on Wikipedia pages about deep sea species at 3am like it’s her emotional support predator.