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AHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY THIS CAME OUT!!!

Mary Janes - the wedding

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(T.W sexual content)

Jinx

The room’s fucking chaotic. I’m trying to make sense of it all, but honestly, who even cares about any of this?

There’s a thousand things happening around me—dresses, people running around, some stupid-ass music playing in the background—but all I can focus on is the fact that I’m about to marry her.

Y/N. My forever, my pain-in-the-ass, my fucking everything.

"Jinx, are you ready?" someone asks, but I barely hear them.

Everything's muffled, a blur of satin and people rushing around like it’s all that matters.

The only thing that matters is her.

The way her name rolls off my tongue, the way she makes my heart race with just a look. Fuck, I’m so fucked. In love, that is.

I look in the mirror, but honestly? I barely recognize the girl staring back at me. No traditional white dress for me—no way in hell.

I’m in something... well, me.

It’s a dress, sure, but it’s black—lace and silk, tight enough to hug every curve, but still a little wild, just like me. It's simple, but it speaks volumes.

Bold, sexy, and it’s mine. And the look that's gonna be on Y/N's face when she sees me in it? Totally worth it.

My hands are fidgeting with the lace trim, fingers pulling at the fabric, trying to get myself together. But honestly? It’s not the dress I’m thinking about.

It’s her. The way she makes my heart race, the way she always has that calm, steady presence that makes everything feel right.

The door creaks open, and I don’t even need to look to know it’s Silco, Dad.

He’s standing there, imposing as always, and he just gives me that look. The look that tells me, without saying a word, that he’s proud of me. That he knows this moment is everything.

“You ready?” He asks, his deep voice cutting through the noise in my head. His tone is firm but soft, a touch of warmth there I never thought I’d get from him.

I nod, my throat tight.

“Let’s get you to her,” He mutters, like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

And it feels like it is. The nerves I was drowning in before vanish, replaced by this overwhelming sense of rightness. Y/N’s out there, waiting. And I’m going to make her mine. Officially, forever.

I take a deep breath, my heart racing in anticipation. This is real. This is happening.

“You look…” He begins, his gaze softening as he looks at me. “You look like your mother.”

I’m still trying to process the weight of that, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. He offers me a small, rare smile, then guides me out into the hall.

The moment I step into the aisle, everything feels right.

I look ahead, my gaze locking onto the back of the room where Y/N’s waiting, her eyes already on me. I can see the faint glimmer of tears in her eyes, but she’s still as perfect as always, my steady in this world.

She’s wearing her own version of perfect—not in some cliche gown but in something that screams her. And in this moment, everything about her, everything about us, feels like the beginning of something beautiful.

We meet in the middle, and I can’t help the grin that splits my face. I’m here. She’s here.

Together.

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Y/N

The moment feels like it’s suspended in time, and for a second, I forget to breathe. My heart is racing, thudding against my chest so hard it feels like the world is vibrating in rhythm with it. Jinx is standing there, so stunning in her dress, looking like she was made for this moment—for me.

I take a deep breath and find myself moving toward her, my feet carrying me closer without a thought. The air between us crackles with something electric, something real, something that I know will never fade.

I stand before her, our hands brushing as I take her fingers into mine. I feel the weight of the moment, the weight of everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve shared. There’s a lifetime of stories between us, stories that live in the quiet moments, the laughter, the tears, the touches and the glances, and here we are, standing on the edge of forever.

I smile at her, but there’s something deep in my chest that wants to burst. Something that wants to spill out of me like a tidal wave, all the love, all the devotion, all the years of devotion.

“Jinx,” I start, my voice trembling slightly, but I find the strength to steady it, “from the moment we met, I knew you were everything. You are my heart, my home, the one place I’ve always been sure of. You make me see the world in ways I never thought possible. You make me feel alive in ways I can’t even explain.”

I pause, swallowing the lump in my throat, and let the silence between us fill with the weight of everything I’m not saying. I could go on forever, list every little thing you do that makes my heart burst, but the truth is, I don’t need to. You already know.

“I promise to love you with everything I am,” I continue, my voice soft but steady now, “even when it’s hard, even when it’s messy, even when the world tries to pull us apart. I’ll always choose you, Jinx. Always. You are my home, my forever.”

I feel the heat of her gaze on me, the same raw, unfiltered love I’ve always known, the love that has never wavered. Her eyes soften, and the world fades away as I lose myself in them.

And when I finally stop speaking, the weight of the vow is so overwhelming I think I might crumble under it. But she catches me, her hands gripping mine.

Jinx takes a deep breath, standing there with her hand slightly shaking as she grips mine. Her eyes flicker around a little, like she’s trying to gather her thoughts, but the words aren’t coming out the way she wants. She’s never been great with speeches, and I can see the slight flush creeping up her neck.

“I—I’m not good at this,” she starts, voice a little shaky, and there’s a nervous laugh that slips out of her. “I’m, like, really bad at this.”

I can’t help but smile softly, my heart swelling at the sight of her standing there, so real and so her—messy and perfect in every way.

“But, uh…” She clears her throat and looks at me, and for a split second, there’s a vulnerability in her eyes that makes my chest tighten. “You’re my best friend. My favorite person. You make everything better. Even when I’m being a pain in the ass, you—you just make things... easier. You know?”

She shifts on her feet, trying to find the right words, but they don’t come as easily as they do when she’s teasing me or being her chaotic self.

“You’re, like, the calm to my storm. The one who gets me when no one else does. And, uh, that’s important, you know? More than anything. I... I need you, Y/N. I always have.”

I can see her holding back, like the words are stuck somewhere deep inside her, but she pushes through anyway.

“And I know I’m not perfect, and I’m definitely not gonna be all smooth and poetic like you, but I promise—I promise to love you, and to make sure you’re never alone, even when I’m being a fucking mess. I promise to always be here, and to be your chaos, too.” She smiles, a mischievous glint in her eyes, before she adds, “You can’t get rid of me, even if you try.”

Her voice wavers again, and I can see how much she means every word, even if it doesn’t come out the way she planned. She’s just so her, and it’s everything I need.

She takes a deep breath, her lips quirking into a smile, her eyes meeting mine with that familiar spark.

“I love you, Y/N. I always will. Even when we’re old and cranky and our hair’s all gray.” She pauses, raising an eyebrow. “Okay, I’ll have gray hair. You’ll be perfect forever.”

And with that, I can’t help but laugh softly, my heart swelling with love. She’s awkward and imperfect, but she’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and then some. And I wouldn’t change a single thing about her.

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Jinx is giggling as she carries me into the suite.

Our honeymoon suite.

I can't stop giggling either, caught in the softness of her touch and the warmth of her laughter. It's all so perfect, so easy. Her hands are steady, her grip familiar, and as she crosses the threshold, I feel a weightlessness, like we’ve left the rest of the world behind.

When she sets me down on the bed, the soft, plush sheets against my skin send a shiver up my spine. The room feels distant and surreal, like we’re the only two people who exist in this moment, this bubble we’ve built just for us.

I lay back against the soft pillow, my chest rising and falling with anticipation. The air between us is thick, charged with something I can’t quite name, something sweet and heady. I watch her, my eyes tracing the curves of her body as she stands there, looking down at me. There's that wild spark in her eyes, the one I’ve always loved. It's the way she looks at me, like I'm the only thing that matters in this entire world.

Her lips curl into that mischievous smirk, the one that always sets my heart racing. Without a word, she moves, and I feel her hands on me, delicate but firm, sliding up the length of my body. I can feel the heat of her touch, each place where she lays her hands on my skin lighting up in ways that make my breath catch.

"You're so beautiful," I murmur, my voice barely a whisper, as though speaking too loudly might break the spell between us.

She smiles, her eyes softening as she leans down, her lips brushing mine in the gentlest kiss, like a promise. The kiss deepens slowly, tenderly, as if she's savoring it, tasting me in ways only she knows how. Her hand finds the hem of my dress, and she pulls it up carefully, deliberately, as if every inch of me is something sacred, something to be adored.

The dress falls away, leaving only the barest trace of fabric clinging to my skin. I feel exposed in the best way—vulnerable, but completely safe with her. She hovers above me, her breath warm against my neck, and I feel my pulse quicken in time with hers.

Jinx’s eyes flicker down, the way they always do when she’s drinking me in, her gaze hot and hungry but laced with affection. The lingerie feels like a whisper against my skin, the satin straps resting delicately on my shoulders as if they’re barely there at all.

She trails her fingers along the edge of the lace, just lightly brushing against my skin, and it sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine. The fabric is so soft, almost as if it was made just for this moment—just for her touch.

Her eyes are locked on mine, full of that playful mischief, and the hunger I see there makes my heart skip a beat. "You look too good in this," she murmurs, her voice a low, heated whisper that stirs something deep inside me.

Every inch of me is on fire, and I feel both exposed and cherished under her gaze, like she sees me fully, in every raw, vulnerable part of me. It’s perfect. Safe.

She leans down, her lips brushing the curve of my jaw, and I close my eyes, savoring the feel of her against me, the way she makes every breath feel like it matters.

Her lips trail down the side of my neck, warm and tender, sending shivers through my entire body. Every kiss she places on my skin is like a promise—soft, deliberate, pulling me deeper into the moment. My breath catches, and I can feel my pulse thumping loudly in my ears as she takes her time, savoring every inch of me.

The cool air from the room contrasts against the heat between us, the delicate fabric of my lingerie pressing into my skin as she runs her fingers along the edge, tracing patterns that feel both teasing and tender. I can feel my body reacting to her touch, every nerve alive with anticipation, every part of me drawn toward her.

Jinx’s hands move to my hips, sliding over the lace, pushing it down ever so slightly, just enough to make me gasp when the cool air meets my skin. She smirks against my collarbone, clearly enjoying the effect she’s having on me, and I can’t help but smile back, a quiet, breathless laugh escaping my lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she mutters, her voice rough with desire, her words leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

I feel the weight of her words, the depth of her affection in every syllable. It makes me feel treasured, and in turn, I pull her closer, meeting her gaze with a softness that matches the intensity between us.

I gasp as Jinx’s lips trail lower, her breath hot against my skin, each kiss sending ripples of anticipation through me. The world narrows to the places she touches, the slow descent of her mouth over my ribs, the soft scrape of her teeth along my hipbone. It’s reverent, worshipful—like she’s memorizing me, like she’s painting something sacred with every press of her lips.

My skin prickles under her touch as she hooks her fingers into the lace at my hips, dragging it down at a pace so agonizingly slow I could cry. Her nails scratch lightly against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. Her eyes, dark and full of intent, never leave mine. She wants me to watch. Wants me to feel every torturous second of what she’s about to do.

And then—oh, fuck.

The first touch of her tongue is soft, teasing, barely there—but it’s enough to send a sharp, pulsing ache straight to my core. My breath stutters, a broken gasp slipping past my lips as she lingers, tasting, making me wait. My fingers twist into the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto as she presses deeper, dragging her tongue in a slow, deliberate stroke that makes my thighs tremble.

She hums against me, the sound vibrating through my entire body, making my hips jolt up, desperate for more. But she’s in control—always in control. Her hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider, keeping me open for her.

"You’re already shaking," she murmurs, her lips brushing against the slick heat of me, her breath hot and taunting. "So sensitive."

I whimper, a pitiful, needy sound, but she just chuckles—low and wicked, like she’s enjoying watching me fall apart. Her tongue flicks, teasing, circling, before she licks a long, slow stripe up my center, dragging the flat of her tongue over me just to hear the way I gasp.

I can’t think. I can’t breathe. Every nerve in my body is focused on her—on the way she sucks, licks, teases, her mouth working me over with torturous precision. The pleasure is too much, too sharp, curling deep in my stomach, twisting tighter with every stroke of her tongue, every hot, wet suck.

I’m close. So fucking close.

"Come for me," she purrs, her voice low and full of sin, her fingers digging into my thighs as she sucks harder, her tongue flicking, pressing, pushing me right to the edge—

And then I shatter.

The pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave, ripping through my body in sharp, electric bursts. My back arches, my thighs clamping around her head as a choked cry tears from my throat. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, dragging out every last pulse, every aftershock, until I’m nothing but a shaking, gasping mess beneath her.

When she finally pulls away, her lips are glistening, her chin slick, her gaze dark and utterly wrecked with satisfaction. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then smirks, her voice rough and full of pride.

"That’s my girl."

I’m still trembling, body buzzing, thighs weak from the intensity of it all. But I don’t let her pull away—not yet. My fingers tangle in her hair, tugging her up, dragging her to me with a desperation I don’t bother to hide.

She barely has time to catch her breath before my lips crash into hers. I can taste myself on her tongue, warm and slick, and it only makes me hungrier. I deepen the kiss instantly, licking into her mouth, claiming her the way she just claimed me.

She groans against me, low and breathy, melting into me as I pull her closer, pressing my body flush against hers. My hands roam—over the sharp dip of her waist, up her ribs, until I find her breasts. I roll a nipple piercing between my fingers, tugging just enough to make her whimper against my lips.

"Fuck," she breathes, her voice rough, needy, like she’s barely holding on.

I smirk against her mouth, dragging my nails down her back, savoring the way she shivers under my touch. "You’re not done yet."

Her breath hitches, and I feel the way her muscles tense beneath my hands, the way her body reacts, eager, ready. Her lips part like she wants to say something, but I don’t give her the chance—I kiss her again, deep and slow, sucking on her bottom lip before pulling away just enough to whisper against her mouth.

"Now," I murmur, my fingers trailing lower, teasing at the waistband of her panties. "Let me take care of you."

I grin, finally tugging at her waistband, dragging the fabric down in one smooth motion, exposing the mess she’s already made of herself. "God," I whisper, my mouth going dry at the sight of her, slick and swollen, her thighs already trembling. "Look at you."

Jinx groans, her head tipping back against the pillow, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Don’t just look," she grits out, voice wrecked, pleading.

I hum in amusement, lowering myself between her thighs, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin, letting my breath ghost over her heat but still not giving her what she wants. Her whole body is wound tight, her hands tugging at my hair, trying to guide me where she needs me.

"Say please," I tease, dragging my lips just barely over her inner thigh, not quite touching where she needs it most.

Jinx lets out a frustrated whimper, hips rolling, voice breathy and desperate. "Please," she gasps, her fingers tightening, yanking at my hair hard enough to sting. "Please, Y/N—fuck, don’t tease me."

I smile against her skin, my own need throbbing, loving how wrecked she already is. And then, finally—finally—I give in, pressing my mouth against her, my tongue flicking out in a slow, deliberate stroke that has her crying out, her whole body jolting.

She’s already soaked, already shaking, and I revel in the way she falls apart beneath me, the way her gasps turn into desperate moans, the way she squirms but never pulls away, always chasing more.

I drag my tongue through her, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her. Her breath catches, her body trembling beneath me, and I can feel the desperation building in her, the way she can’t hold still, the way her hips jerk instinctively, chasing my mouth.

"God, you taste so fucking good," I murmur against her skin, feeling her shudder at the words. I press deeper, loving the way her thighs tremble as I tease, letting my tongue swirl around her, making her body react in all the ways I know she craves.

"Y/N," she gasps, her hands clutching the sheets so tightly her knuckles are white. "Please... don’t stop."

I grin, pleased with how wrecked she already is, but I’m not done. Not even close. I continue my slow, methodical teasing, licking and sucking just the way she likes it, dragging the pleasure out of her, making her ache for more.

She squirms under me, her hips bucking up against my mouth in frantic desperation. Her fingers tug at my hair, but I don’t let her rush me. I pull away just enough to hear her whine, a frustrated, breathless sound that makes my heart race.

"Tell me what you need," I murmur, my voice thick with desire, pressing a finger into her, just enough to make her gasp.

She lets out a strangled breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "I need you," she whimpers, voice pleading, desperate. "Fuck, Y/N, fingers please"

I can’t help but smirk at how utterly undone she is, how she’s begging, desperate for me. But I’m not giving in that easily. I slip my finger inside her, slowly, watching her face twist in pleasure, and I do it again, curling my finger just enough to make her moan, her body trembling, her muscles clenching around me.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," I breathe, my voice raw as I push another finger in, stretching her, preparing her for what’s coming. "You want me so bad."

Her hands slide down my back, nails raking over my skin, pulling me closer as she whimpers my name. "Please," she gasps. "Don’t tease me anymore. I can’t—"

I silence her with another kiss, deep and hard, my fingers moving faster now, each thrust of them making her whimper into my mouth. Her body is on fire, and I’m not letting her go until I’ve wrung every ounce of pleasure from her.

I can feel her getting closer, the way her body tightens, the way she’s losing herself in it, and I know—just know—that I’m going to make her come apart.

Her body is slick with sweat, her breaths shallow and fast, every part of her trembling under my touch. I know she’s so close, I can feel it in the way she tightens around my fingers, the way her chest heaves as she gasps for air. But I want to make her wait just a little longer, make her beg for it.

I pull my fingers out, leaving her breathless, a frustrated whine escaping her lips at the loss.

"Patience," I murmur, my voice low and almost teasing as I hover over her, my eyes dark with desire. I shift, pressing my lips to the soft curve of her neck, biting gently, just enough to make her gasp.

She pulls at my shirt, her fingers desperate, eager to strip me down. But I stop her, capturing her hands in mine, pinning them above her head as I slide down her body again.

"Not yet," I whisper, my breath hot against her skin.

Her body arches under me, and I swear she’s trying to crawl out of her own skin, every inch of her begging for more, desperate for me.

I press my mouth to her, kissing her slowly, almost chastely at first, before I deepen it, my tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting her. She responds immediately, her tongue tangling with mine, her hands tugging at my hair again. I pull away just enough to look at her, her lips swollen, her face flushed with desire.

"Please," she whispers, her voice wrecked, trembling. "I can’t take it anymore, Y/N. I need you now."

And who am I to deny such sweet words from my wife?

I press myself against her, our wet heat meeting, slick and searing, and she gasps—high and breathless.

"Fuck, Y/N… oh my god," she moans, her voice breaking open in the middle, like she can’t quite hold the pleasure inside her chest.

Her head falls back, loose strands of blue spilling across the pillow like waves crashing against white linen.

She’s so pretty like this—flushed, trembling, barely holding on.

And so mine.

I move my hips in slow, deliberate figure eights, grinding against her, savoring the drag of our bodies, the friction, the tension. Her breath catches with every pass, every slow roll of my hips, but it’s not enough.

Not for her.

She whines, needy and raw, her legs wrapping around my waist in protest, trying to pull me deeper, harder. Her fingers scrabble at my back, nails grazing skin like she’s trying to carve her need into me.

Apparently slow isn’t what she needs.

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Jinx

It’s sweet.

Y/N, trying to be all tentative and delicate like she’s not soaking my cunt, gasping hot little prayers into my ear.

Like she’s not already wrecking me with every soft grind of her hips, every trembling breath against my neck.

“Fuck, fuck, Toots…” I breathe, and my voice—gods, my voice—comes out soft, all cracked at the edges. What the hell has this girl done to me?

I grip her hips, halting those slow, teasing figure eights she keeps rolling over me, and she freezes, confused.

Her brows knit together, that small crease forming between them that makes me want to lean in and kiss it, whisper something dumb just to make her smile.

But that confusion doesn’t last long.

Because I’m flipping her over with a firm hand and a kiss to her shoulder, guiding her gently to her back.

Her breath stutters as her hair fans out around her face, soft and wild, her cheeks blooming pink with surprise.

She looks so beautiful like this—lips kiss-swollen, chest rising and falling like she’s already trying to catch up to something.

She blinks up at me, her eyes glazed, trusting. Open.

“Hi,” she whispers, dazed, and it nearly undoes me.

“Hi,” I whisper back, grinning, and then I’m pressing down against her, slow and hot, slick warmth meeting slick warmth.

She gasps, her head tipping back, hands flying to my waist like she can’t stand even an inch of distance between us.

“God, Jinx…”

Her voice is broken and sweet, her mouth falling open on a moan as I start to move—slow and deep, grinding into her just right, like I know her body better than my own.

Because I do.

Every flutter, every twitch, every trembling sigh—she’s all mine, every piece of her.

She cups my face, pulling me down, foreheads touching, noses brushing, eyes fluttering closed.

“I love you,” she breathes.

And I swear, I feel it everywhere—in my chest, in my fingertips, in the way my hips stutter against hers like her words just stole my balance.

“I love you more,” I rasp, voice raw as I kiss her, deep and slow and desperate.

She’s soaked, and every time our clits meet, her whole body jolts beneath me—tiny gasps, bitten-back moans, her thighs twitching as I grind harder, sharper, rougher now.

Her hands are scrambling at my waist, nails sinking into the flesh just above my ass, dragging me in, greedy for every slick rub, every clit-slicked thrust I give her.

Her hips rock up against mine, not tentative anymore, not shy. She’s meeting me stroke for stroke, soaking my cunt in hers like she was made for this.

Made for me.

“Jinx,” she whines, voice high and trembling. Her thighs twitch around me, trying to pin me closer, as if I could possibly be any nearer than I already am.

I bury my face in her neck, biting back a moan as her slick heat rubs perfect against mine. The friction is maddening, too much and not enough all at once. Her body is singing beneath me, hips jerking up, chasing the drag of my clit against hers.

“Y-You keep—fuck, Pow, you’re—” Her voice cuts off as another jolt rocks through her.

Her legs twitch and lock around my waist, and I can feel how close she is, how wound tight every inch of her has become.

“I know,” I whisper, dragging my lips over her jaw, the corner of her mouth. “I feel it too.”

I press down just right, clit to clit, grinding slow and sure, watching her come undone beneath me. Her fingers clutch at my back, nails biting in as her mouth falls open in the prettiest, most ruined sound I’ve ever heard.

And all I can think—through the haze of heat and love and everything—is that this is my wife.

My soft, needy, gasping wife.

And I’m never letting her go.

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authors note: this was probably the sweetest thing i have ever written, i am eternally grateful for all the love on Mary janes. it means the absolute world to me, i hope the wedding chapter was up to par :)

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luvst4rc0r3 · 2 months ago

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★ late night cooking.

JINXFEST!!!

JINX X READER

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The city was quiet for once. No sirens. No gunfire. Just the distant hum of Zaun’s neon veins buzzing against the silence. Your apartment sat high above the chaos, a miracle in itself, tucked away behind pipes and patched walls. The clock read 2:14 a.m. You should’ve been asleep, but the grumble in your stomach refused to let you.

You padded barefoot into the kitchen, flipping on the dull yellow light overhead. The space was small, cluttered, and smelled faintly of oil and metal—thanks to Jinx leaving her ammo supplies too close to the fridge again. You sighed, pulling open the door and surveying the mess of leftover takeout boxes and a singular questionable banana.

“Guess I’m improvising,” you muttered.

You grabbed some eggs, cheese, and whatever half-edible produce you could find. Your plan was to make something simple—maybe a midnight omelet, maybe toast with questionable dignity—but before you could turn on the stove, a thud sounded from the vents overhead.

You didn’t even flinch.

Seconds later, a familiar voice drifted down, muffled but giddy.

“Whatcha doin’, toots?”

You turned toward the sound just in time to watch the grate pop open and Jinx tumble down like a cat that barely cared to stick the landing.

“I told you to stop using the vents,” you said, arms crossed but smiling.

“And I told you to unlock your windows, but here we are,” she grinned, brushing dust from her knees as she sauntered into the kitchen like she owned the place. She probably did, in a way. Her boots were untied, her braids a little more chaotic than usual. Her eyes gleamed in that way they always did when she was in a mood—mischievous, wild, and just a little soft when they landed on you.

“You hungry?” you asked, turning back to the counter.

She tilted her head like a curious puppy. “Starving.”

“Good,” you said. “You can help.”

“Oh no, no, no,” Jinx said dramatically, backing away. “I break things. I burn things. I blow things up. But I do not cook.”

“You cook bullets all the time.”

“Those explode on purpose, babe.”

You raised an eyebrow and offered her a spatula. She eyed it like it was a loaded weapon, then took it with exaggerated caution, gripping it with two fingers like it might bite her.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “But if I set the kitchen on fire, it’s your fault.”

“You’d probably enjoy that,” you teased.

“Yeah,” she said, eyes lighting up, “but I’d feel kinda bad if it ruined your eggs.”

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Jinx, it turned out, was an absolute menace in the kitchen. She cracked eggs like she was throwing grenades. You had to stop her from putting chili flakes in everything. And she sang—loudly, off-key, spinning you around like you were dancing in some ballroom instead of a grimy kitchen two stories above the Lanes.

The pan sizzled as you both crowded around the stove, hip to hip. Her fingers brushed yours more than necessary, and every time, she smirked like she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Y’know,” she said while trying to flip an omelet and somehow launching half of it onto the floor, “this feels weird.”

“What, cooking?”

“No. This.” She waved the spatula in a slow arc around the kitchen. “Us. You. Me. Not running. Not hiding. Just… this.”

You didn’t say anything for a second. Just listened to the soft pop of oil in the pan, the occasional honk of some late-night hover cart outside, and Jinx’s quiet breathing beside you.

“I like weird,” you finally said.

Jinx tilted her head again, eyes searching yours.

“I never had this before,” she admitted. “The quiet. The safe. I used to think it was boring. But now…”

You turned off the stove and slid the finished food onto a cracked plate. Jinx watched you, hands still wrapped around the spatula, like she didn’t know what to do with them now that the chaos had paused.

You set the plate down between you two and leaned against the counter. “Now what?”

Jinx shrugged, but it was tight. Nervous. “Now I’m scared I’ll mess it up.”

You blinked. That wasn’t what you expected.

She didn’t look at you when she said it. Her voice was too light, like she was trying to play it off, but you knew her too well by now.

“I’m not good at this,” she went on. “Being calm. Being… whatever people are in normal lives. I break things, remember? I ruin everything.”

You reached out and took her hand. Gently. Purposefully. Her fingers twitched in yours.

“You don’t ruin everything,” you said softly.

“Name one thing I haven’t.”

You didn’t hesitate. “Me.”

That got her. Her expression flickered—surprise, disbelief, and something softer buried under years of survival and trauma.

“You sure about that, baby?” she whispered.

“Completely.”

Jinx looked at you like you were the sun and she’d never seen daylight before. And maybe she hadn’t. Not real daylight, not the kind that warmed your bones and made you feel alive.

“Okay,” she said, voice small.

“Okay?”

She smirked again. “Okay. But if we’re doing this whole domestic life thing, you better be ready for chaos cupcakes and grenade muffins.”

You snorted. “Sounds dangerous.”

“Dangerous is my middle name.”

“I thought it was ‘Pow-Pow.’”

She laughed—a real one, loud and crackling, and it echoed off the walls like a firework. You leaned your head against her shoulder, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she rested her cheek on top of your head, arms slung loosely around your waist.

The food was getting cold, but neither of you cared.

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An hour later, you were sitting cross-legged on the counter, sharing bites of a very ugly, very burnt omelet. Jinx had added hot sauce that could kill a man, but somehow it worked. Probably because you were too full of laughter and something warm and sticky in your chest to care.

“You know,” Jinx said between bites, “this would make a great hideout. Cozy. Good view. Room for my toys.”

“I don’t want to find a grenade in the dishwasher again.”

“That was one time.”

“It went off.”

“Barely!”

You laughed again, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t deny it.

Silence settled again, this time more comfortable. You looked out the cracked window, watching the flickering lights of Zaun dance in the dark. And you felt her eyes on you—sharp and soft all at once.

“What?” you asked, meeting her gaze.

She shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“About how lucky I am you’re still here.”

You blinked. “Where else would I be?”

“Gone,” she said honestly. “Most people leave. Or die. Or run. But you—you stay. Even when I’m a mess. Even when I bring trouble to your door. Even when I forget how to be good.”

You leaned forward and kissed her. It was gentle, slow, nothing like the explosions that marked most of her life. When you pulled away, her lashes fluttered like she was waking up from a dream.

“I stay,” you whispered, “because I love you.”

She didn’t say anything right away. Just pressed her forehead to yours and breathed, “I think I’d burn down the world for you.”

“Then let’s just keep the kitchen for now, yeah?”

She grinned, lips brushing yours again. “Deal.”

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The next morning, the apartment smelled like disaster. The pan was scorched, the countertop had new scorch marks, and there was cheese on the ceiling.

Jinx stretched, grinning at the mess like it was art.

“Breakfast round two?”

You groaned. “Only if I cook this time.”

She tackled you to the floor and kissed your neck instead.

“Or,” she said, giggling, “we just skip to dessert.”

AHHH 6 MORE PROMPTS TO COMPLETE!!!

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luvst4rc0r3 · 2 months ago

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“You’re Enough”

Jinx x reader

⭐️: ermmm this is for Jinxfest. I’m posting this like late😞

★ “you keep making the same mistakes!” “Well, sorry for trying again.”

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The Last Drop had never been quieter, and it worried you.

The silence after a fight always hits the hardest. Not the shouting, not the breaking of glass or slammed doors—no, it was this part. The cold quiet. The aftermath. When you realized maybe you’d said too much or maybe she hadn’t said enough. Or maybe this was the time it wouldn’t be okay.

You stood near the bar, staring at the pile of wires and scrap Jinx had abandoned on the workbench. She’d stormed off hours ago—after the argument, after the look she gave you that you couldn’t quite stomach. Something between hurt and betrayal. Something worse than her usual chaos.

You rubbed at your tired eyes, the ache behind them threatening to bloom into a full-blown migraine. You didn’t want to fight. You never wanted to fight. But Jinx kept doing reckless things—rushing into skirmishes, playing bait, taking hits that weren’t hers to take. And every time, you stood at the edge of Zaun’s dark alleys or Piltover’s ruined streets, waiting to see if she’d come back in one piece.

This time, she hadn’t even told you she was leaving.

So yeah, you’d yelled. You were scared. You were so scared.

And now she is gone.

You sank onto the stool behind the counter, heart beating an unsteady rhythm. What if this time, she didn’t come back? What if this was it?

Then the door creaked open.

Your head snapped up.

There she was—oil-stained, bruised, and soaked from Zaun’s toxic rain. Blue hair stuck to her face. She didn’t say anything, just closed the door behind her like she was afraid it might slam and shatter the fragile silence hanging between you both.

You swallowed, relief hitting first—hot and heavy—before the anger returned, like it had been waiting behind your ribs for her to walk through that door.

“Where the hell were you?” your voice came out sharper than intended.

Jinx didn’t look at you. She started peeling off her jacket, slowly, moving mechanically.

“You weren’t answering your comm,” you continued, standing now, fists clenched at your sides. “You didn’t leave a note, nothing. Just—vanished. Again.”

“I handled it,” she muttered, finally looking at you, eyes unreadable.

“Handled it? You came back with a busted arm and a limp!”

“It’s not that bad—”

“Not that bad? Are you serious, Jinx?! You could’ve died!”

Silence.

Then she laughed.

Not her usual cackle—this one was bitter, short, almost tired.

“Right,” she said, eyes flicking away. “Because dying would be the worst thing in the world, huh?”

You blinked, startled. “What the hell does that mean?”

“I mean—” she threw her jacket onto the floor with a sharp movement, “—maybe you’d finally stop waiting for me to screw up if I just didn’t come back at all!”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut.

Your throat tightened. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not? Isn’t that what this is about?” she snapped. “I’m always the one messing up, right? You’re always here, yelling at me, fixing me. Trying to patch me back together like some broken toy!”

“You’re not a toy, Jinx,” you said quietly, fighting the sting in your chest.

She paced now, boots squeaking on the cracked wooden floor. “You don’t get it! You don’t get what it’s like to have everyone waiting for you to fail. You think I wanna keep screwing things up? You think I like this?”

“No,” you said, voice rising again, unsteady. “I think you keep making the same mistakes!”

“Well, sorry for trying again!” she shouted back, and that’s when her voice cracked.

That’s when it all shattered.

The air went still.

She stood frozen, eyes wide, hands balled into fists at her sides. Like she’d said too much. Like she wanted to take it back—but couldn’t.

You stared at her. She looked so small suddenly. Tired. Vulnerable. Like the weight of every mistake, every scar, every burned bridge was sitting on her shoulders, and she didn’t know how to carry it anymore.

Your heart broke a little.

“I’m not mad because you try,” you said softly. “I’m mad because I love you. And watching you throw yourself into danger over and over like you don’t care what happens to you—it kills me, Jinx. I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with it.”

She didn’t respond. Just stood there, shoulders trembling, eyes fixed on a spot on the floor.

You took a shaky breath and stepped toward her. She didn’t move.

“I’m not trying to fix you,” you said. “I just want you to stop hurting yourself. To stop treating your life like it doesn’t matter.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Sometimes it feels like it doesn’t.”

You reached out then, slowly, gently. Let your fingers caress her cheeks.

“I don’t care what Piltover thinks. Or what Silco thought. Or even what Vi might’ve said. You matter to me. You always have.”

Finally, finally—she looked at you.

And her eyes were glassy now. Pink around the edges. That guarded wall she always threw up? Cracked, showing pieces of the girl underneath. The girl who still carried so much pain.

“I don’t know how to stop being like this,” she admitted, voice fragile. “I wanna be better for you, but I don’t know how to stop screwing up.”

You closed the space between you and wrapped your arms around her before she could spiral again. She stiffened for a second—but then she sank into it. Like she’d been holding her breath this whole time and only now remembered how to exhale.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” you murmured against her hair. “I’m not asking you to change overnight. I just… I need you to let me in. To tell me when you’re scared. Or when you’re hurting. I can’t keep guessing.”

She nodded against you, almost desperately.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like you don’t matter.”

You kissed the side of her head. “I know.”

She pulled back just enough to look at you, hands trembling. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

“You won’t,” you promised, brushing a tear from her cheek with your thumb. “But I need us to start facing things together. Not you rushing off and me panicking at home. We’re a team, right?”

Jinx gave a small, shaky smile. “Yeah. Team Jinx and (Y/N).”

You laughed softly, heart warming at the familiar tone in her voice. “Exactly.”

She hesitated, then leaned in, forehead pressing against yours. “I’m gonna mess up again. I know I will.”

You nodded. “And I’ll probably yell again. But I’ll still be here.”

She closed her eyes. “I’m scared of being too much.”

“You’re not,” you said firmly. “You’re just enough.”

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The rain had eased by the time you both collapsed onto the couch in the corner of the bar, wrapped in a blanket that smelled like gunpowder and smoke and her. She rested her head on your chest, letting you run your fingers through her damp hair.

“Promise me something?” you asked, voice soft.

She tilted her head to look up at you. “Yeah?”

“Next time you feel like running off alone… talk to me first. Let me help you. Please.”

Jinx nodded slowly. “I promise.”

You smiled, then leaned down to press a kiss to her temple.

She closed her eyes again, this time without tension in her jaw or worry behind her brows.

“Y’know,” she murmured sleepily, “you’re the only one who ever stayed.”

Your heart twisted.

“I’m not going anywhere, hun.”

And you meant it.

Even if she kept making the same mistakes.

Even if you had to keep trying again.

Because that’s what love was. Not perfect. Not easy. But it was worth it.

Every time.

GUYS TRUST I WILL FINISH ALL OF MY JINXFEST POSTS!!

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luvst4rc0r3 · 2 months ago

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Ermmm….so like. I didn’t have my phone for like 2 weeks (I was in a like camp/retreat) that didn’t allow devices😭😭 so erm @jinxificada PLEASE MAKE ANOTHER EVENT FOR JINX!!! I really wanted to write for Jinxfest but the retreat I was in came so suddenly that I couldn’t schedule a post😞😞😞 SORRY—

(If I have time I will try an finish all of my Jinxfest posts)

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luvst4rc0r3 · 3 months ago

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u wrote clingy jinx, can u do clingy jinx AND reader? they both radiate that “pls don’t leave” energy or whatever u want, have a good day!

Bro THE VIBE IN THIS DRABBLE SUCKS SO IM SORRY IF THIS WAS NOT WHAT YOU WERE EXPECTING

"Held Together"

Clingy!Jinx x Clingy!Reader

It had been a long day—one of those days that felt like it was never going to end. The chaos of the world had a way of catching up with them, and both Jinx and Reader were feeling the weight of it all. But when they finally got a moment to themselves, all they wanted was to stay wrapped up in each other, away from everything else.

As soon as they walked through the door, Jinx was already at Reader’s side, her arms winding around their waist like she couldn’t get close enough. She buried her face in Reader’s chest, inhaling the scent that had become her anchor.

“Please don’t leave,” she mumbled into their shirt, her voice quiet but desperate, like a silent plea.

Reader’s heart ached at the sound of those words. They knew the feeling too well—the constant pull to stay close, to never be apart. They wrapped their arms around Jinx, pulling her even closer, as though she could somehow melt into them.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jinx,” Reader whispered, their voice soft but firm. “I’m not leaving you.”

Jinx hummed in contentment but didn’t let go. She tightened her grip, as if she was afraid that if she did, Reader would vanish. Her fingers traced patterns on their back, seeking that steady reassurance that she wasn’t alone.

“Promise?” Jinx asked, looking up at them with wide, pleading eyes.

“Promise,” Reader confirmed, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

The air between them was thick with that mutual need to stay, to never let go. Neither of them was ready to face the world outside, and right now, all they needed was each other.

Jinx tilted her head back, her lips brushing over Reader’s throat as she let out a small sigh, her breath warm against their skin. “I don’t care about anything else, just… just don’t leave me, okay?” she murmured, her voice laced with that quiet vulnerability she rarely let show.

Reader gently cupped Jinx’s face, tilting her chin up to meet their gaze. “I won’t. I’m here. Always.”

The words were a promise, one that neither of them could break. But they didn’t need to say anything more. They just held each other, both radiating that silent, shared need to never be apart.

And even as Jinx started to relax in Reader’s arms, the clinginess didn’t fade. Instead, it shifted into something gentler. Jinx’s hands found their way to the hem of Reader’s shirt, tugging at it lightly as she pulled them closer.

“You’re not leaving, right?” she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she needed to hear it one more time.

“I’m right here,” Reader replied, pressing a kiss to her temple. “And I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

They stood there for a long time, wrapped up in each other, both unwilling to break the fragile moment of peace they had carved out of the chaos around them. Neither of them wanted to let go—because in each other’s arms, they were safe.

I want sleep

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luvst4rc0r3 · 3 months ago

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Hiii! I was wondering- ok…hear me out. Could you write a Jinx smut, but the reader can’t feel orga$ms??

HEYOOOO

I like this request but the thing is I AM NOT GOOF AT WRITNG SMUT:((((( Also ngl Idk how to even write this request.🤔🤔 It seems so interesting but I AM TERRIBLE AT WRITING SMUT😭😭🤔

I AM SO SORRY!!! But you can always request smt else that you want suggestive!!!

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luvst4rc0r3 · 3 months ago

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I love the Loser!Jinx fics, there so funny and cute but I can’t help but think that no one believes in Jinx, like everyone believes she can’t do anything right and tell it to her face and to the reader. And I can’t help but the reader slowly getting mad at everyone for not believing in jinx or themselves being together and hoping for their downfall.

Overall: the reader getting mad at everyone so saying mean things about her loser girlfriend

Sorry if this was way to specific, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I do hope you have a great day tho!

It had been a long week. Between the whispers at school, the sideways glances, and the snickers from people who thought they knew better, Reader had nearly had enough. Every time someone so much as looked at Jinx, it was like they were waiting for her to mess up. And she did, sure—she was Jinx, after all, a wild, chaotic force of nature. But that wasn’t all she was.

Reader had seen the side of Jinx that no one else did. The one that hid behind that manic laughter, the one that cared deeply for the people around her, the one that was just trying to find her place in a world that had constantly kicked her down. But no one saw that.

No one except Reader.

It started with the comments in the halls.

"Did you see Jinx’s latest stunt? What a joke," someone sneered. Reader was walking beside them, trying to ignore it, but the words grated on her nerves like sandpaper.

"Yeah, how does someone that stupid even survive?" another voice added.

That was it. The last straw.

Reader’s hand curled into a fist, and her heart pounded in her chest. She hadn’t even realized she was walking faster until the voices were behind her.

“Jinx is more than her mess-ups. She’s more than the mistakes you keep throwing in her face,” Reader said, voice sharp. The words were out before she could stop them.

“Don’t get all defensive. She’s pathetic,” one of them spat.

That was the moment it clicked. The fury rose in Reader like a wave crashing over everything. She stopped, turned, and looked the person straight in the eye.

“Pathetic?” Reader’s voice was cold now, controlled but dripping with venom. “You don’t know her. You don’t see the hours she spends trying to make something of herself, trying to fix all the broken pieces no one else cares about. Maybe if you weren’t so busy tearing her down, you’d actually notice how much she’s trying.”

They all blinked, the words hitting harder than they’d expected. But the damage had been done, hadn’t it? The doubt in their eyes, the laughs they’d shared at Jinx’s expense—it was too much. Too far.

“I’m not going to stand here while you make her feel like shit. She’s mine, and I won’t let you tear her down anymore. So take your pathetic comments and shove them.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the whole group staring at Reader like they couldn’t quite process what had just happened. Reader didn’t care. They turned on their heel, storming off with a fire in their eyes that was impossible to ignore.

Later that day, Jinx was sitting by herself at the edge of the school grounds, fiddling with a broken toy she’d somehow managed to scavenge. Her usual chaotic energy was subdued, and her eyes looked tired, the weight of the day clearly starting to take its toll.

Reader walked over and sat beside her, the anger from earlier still simmering in their chest.

"Hey, you okay?" Reader asked softly, not wanting to push Jinx too much.

Jinx looked up at them, her lips curling into that small, hesitant smile that only Reader ever really saw.

“I’m fine,” she said, but her eyes told a different story. She was used to being the punchline, to being the odd one out. Reader could see it in the way her shoulders slumped, the way her hands shook slightly as she twisted the toy in her grip.

Reader reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly. “You know, I don’t care what they say. They don’t know you like I do. And they sure as hell don’t get to treat you like that.”

Jinx’s gaze softened, her blue eyes brightening just a little. She leaned into Reader’s side, resting her head against their shoulder.

“Thanks... I don’t really care about what they think,” she murmured, but Reader could feel the doubt still lingering in her voice. They kissed her forehead, pulling her closer.

“You should,” Reader said, voice fierce now, as if it could somehow shield Jinx from all the hurt that had been thrown her way. “You’re not pathetic. You’re worth more than any of them could ever see.”

Jinx smiled at that, a little more genuine this time. “You really mean it, don’t you?”

“Always.”

And that was enough. For now, that was enough.

The next day, the whispers were quieter. The snickers were less frequent. Reader wasn’t sure if they had changed anyone’s mind or if they’d just earned a bit of respect. But what mattered was that Jinx was a little less burdened by the weight of the world, and that meant everything.

The world could think whatever it wanted, but Reader would never stop believing in Jinx. No one else had to, as long as they did.

And that was all that mattered.

I want sleep

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luvst4rc0r3 · 3 months ago

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Ambessa and the makeup after fight?

The silence in Ambessa's chambers felt like it would swallow everything, but there was a crack in it now, one that you couldn’t ignore. The door had barely closed behind you when you heard her footsteps—slow but purposeful. For a moment, you thought maybe it was your own heart pounding, the blood rushing in your ears, but then you turned.

Ambessa stood in the doorway, framed by the dim light of the hallway, her shoulders hunched in a way you hadn’t seen before. Her mask of composure had slipped again, and this time, it wasn’t just regret in her eyes—it was something worse. Something more vulnerable, more terrifying.

“You left,” she said, her voice a near-whisper.

You didn’t respond immediately. You were still trying to catch your breath, still struggling with the sting of her words. How had it gotten so bad? The argument had started over something small, but now it felt like a chasm had opened between you, one you weren’t sure how to cross anymore.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t?” You asked, your voice brittle, like a thread being pulled taut. "You told me I was a fool. That I was reckless." The words tumbled out, raw and stinging. "I don’t need you to protect me, Ambessa. I need you to trust me."

Ambessa’s eyes darkened, but this time, her hand was stretched out, not in anger but in something that might’ve been desperation. “I do trust you. I trust you more than anything. But—”

“But what?” you interrupted, your voice shaking. “But I’m still not enough? Not good enough to be your equal?”

“No.” Her voice was low, raw. She took a step closer, closing the distance you’d put between you. “You are my equal. More than that. But it’s hard to see it when I’m scared to lose you.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, though it was tinged with disbelief and something else. "You never showed it. Not once. You’re always so damn guarded, Ambessa. You—"

“I don’t know how to show it.” Her voice cracked for the first time, and your heart stuttered. “I’m not like you. I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel everything.”

Her words hung in the air, thick with unspoken truth. You felt a shift between you, the weight of the tension lessening, even if only for a moment. You inhaled deeply, forcing the sharp edge of your frustration to subside.

"I never wanted to make you feel small," she continued, her gaze softening. "I never wanted to make you feel like you weren’t enough. But sometimes… sometimes I can’t help but want to protect you. Because you’re everything to me. And I can’t lose that."

The words were a balm, but they didn’t erase the hurt, not entirely. Still, you felt something crack inside you, like the tension in the air was finally giving way.

“Ambessa,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t be just something you need to manage. I need to be your partner, not your burden.”

She nodded slowly, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she reached out, taking your hand in hers. It was hesitant at first, like she wasn’t sure she was allowed this closeness. But you didn’t pull away.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I should’ve never made you feel that way.”

You exhaled, your breath shaky. “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have walked away.”

Ambessa stepped closer, closing the remaining distance between you. The tension between you both was still there, but it wasn’t as sharp. It was something you could work with. Something that could heal, given time.

And when she kissed you, it was not a passionate, desperate thing—but it was real. It was an apology, a promise, and a quiet declaration that you were more than just something to manage. You were her equal. And maybe, just maybe, you could figure this out together.

Because despite everything, you both still cared—more than either of you had let on.

And that was enough to start again.

I'M BACK FROM BEING GONE!!!

I WANT FOOD

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luvst4rc0r3 · 3 months ago

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"Dollhouse"

Jinx x F!reader

Warnings:Death? hallucinations.

WC:6.8K (WOOOOOO!! ONE OF THE LONGEST I HAVE MADE!!!!)

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Jinx had never really considered the idea of "normal." Not until she met Isha.

The kid was small, scrappy, with wide eyes that held too much for someone her age. She didn’t talk, but her hands did, fingers dancing through the air in a way that fascinated Jinx. At first, she didn’t get it—the language of gestures seemed foreign, a world she wasn’t familiar with. But Reader, ever patient and kind, helped her understand the intricate beauty in it. They guided Isha’s hands with care, teaching her the gestures that would bridge the gap between silence and sound.

It took a while—months, even—but Jinx found herself slowly, almost unknowingly, falling into the rhythm of it all. The warmth of this little family she didn’t think she could have.

Their home wasn’t anything fancy—just a crumbling space tucked away in the Lanes, but it was theirs. A haven hidden from the harsh world that seemed determined to drag them down. The cracks in the walls and the broken windows didn’t matter because inside, there was laughter. There was love. There was peace.

Jinx would lay her head against Y/N’s stomach at night, her ear pressed to the warmth of their skin. She could feel the flutter of life inside, the tiny kicks from the baby they would one day welcome into the world. And beside them, Isha would sit on the floor, chalk in hand, drawing little figures of the three of them. Her fingers moved with a focused determination, as if the act of drawing them would somehow make them real in a way nothing else could.

Jinx smiled, tracing the stick figures on the floor, her fingers smudging the chalk as she spoke softly to herself. "Look at us. All perfect n' stuff."

Y/N laughed, their hand drifting through Jinx’s tangled blue locks, threading through the strands. "You’re playing dollhouse again, aren’t you?"

Jinx grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes, though there was a tenderness there too—something rare. "Yeah. But it’s real, ain’t it?"

For the first time, Jinx thought she had something that wasn’t just a dream or a broken memory. It was hers. Real, and unshakable. A family. A place where she could exist without fear of being torn apart.

And then Sevika showed up.

The door creaked open, and there she stood—arms crossed, her shadow stretching across the room like the weight of her presence was enough to suffocate the air around them. The dim street light outside cast harsh shadows over Sevika’s scarred face, making her look even more intimidating than usual. The silence between them thickened instantly, and Jinx could feel it in her chest—the weight of what Sevika wasn’t saying yet. The words that hung heavy, pressing down on her, suffocating the warmth they had built here.

"Zaun needs you," Sevika’s voice broke through the silence, rough and tired, like she had fought this battle a thousand times before. "You’re a symbol, Jinx. You think you can just keep playin’ house while Piltover walks all over us?"

Jinx didn’t move from where she sat, her legs crossed on the floor beside Y/N. Her hand rested protectively on their belly, fingers curling into the fabric of their shirt as if it was the only thing keeping her anchored to the moment. She felt her chest tighten at the mention of Piltover. She hated them. Hated everything they stood for. But this—this was different. This was something real.

"Screw Piltover. Screw all of it. I have a family now. A real one." Jinx’s voice was low, but there was an edge to it, something dark and defensive.

Sevika’s expression didn’t change. She didn’t move an inch, but Jinx could see the frustration in her eyes, the tiredness. "Then leave. Get out while you can. Take ‘em, disappear. Because if you stay, this won’t last."

Jinx scoffed, her nails digging into her palm, but she kept her gaze steady on Sevika. "Oh yeah? And what happens if I stay, huh? I fight the war? Kill for Zaun? What do I get at the end of it? Huh, Sevika? What’s left for me when it’s all over?"

Sevika’s jaw clenched, and her gaze hardened. "You think you’re the only one who’s lost something? We all lost people, Jinx. We all had to make choices. You don’t get to just pretend it ain’t happening."

Jinx let out a bitter laugh, but there was no humor in it. Just pain. "That’s the thing, Sev. I ain’t pretending. For the first time, I got something real. And you wanna take it away from me."

Before Sevika could retort, Y/N shifted beside Jinx, their voice quiet but firm, like they were certain of the words they were about to say. "She’s right."

Jinx turned her head sharply, her breath catching in her throat at the unexpected calmness in Y/N’s tone. Her mind raced, trying to understand what was happening, what they were about to do.

Y/N met her eyes, their expression steady but filled with so much love. "We should go. Before it’s too late. You, me, Isha—we can leave. Find somewhere safe. Start over. This fight, this war... it’s not worth losing everything."

The words hit Jinx like a punch to the gut, and for a split second, her heart skipped. She felt the weight of what they were offering. A chance to walk away. A chance at something better. But it was a lie, wasn’t it? A beautiful, impossible dream that would shatter the moment the world found out they were gone.

Jinx swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she glanced at Isha, who was sitting quietly on the floor, her little fingers still gripping the chalk, drawing their family once again. Then she looked back at Reader, the warmth in their gaze both comforting and heartbreaking.

Sevika took a step forward, her voice harder now. "You got a choice, Jinx. But you ain’t got forever to make it."

Jinx’s mouth went dry, her mind racing. She opened her mouth to speak, to say something—anything—but the words didn’t come. She was frozen, trapped between the life she wanted and the life she knew she couldn’t outrun.

And then, like a storm, Sevika was gone. The door slammed behind her, leaving nothing but the sharp scent of smoke and the silence that followed. The weight of her words lingered in the air, suffocating, heavy.

Jinx turned back to Y/N, the mask of indifference slipping for just a moment. She forced a smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes, but she couldn’t help it. "Forget her. We’re fine, right? We’re fine."

Y/N didn’t respond right away. They just squeezed her hand, their eyes filled with an unspoken understanding. Their gaze told her everything she didn’t want to admit—everything she couldn’t bear to face.

This wouldn’t last forever.

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And she should have listened.

Hours later, the world exploded.

Her world exploded

The blast arrived without warning. One second, everything was still—broken, yes, but still—and the next, the sky itself erupted, torn apart by a deafening roar that vibrated in Jinx’s bones. The world trembled beneath her feet as a shockwave of heat and sound tore through the air, leaving nothing untouched in its path. It was a force of nature, consuming everything in its wake, leaving only devastation.

Jinx’s heart hammered in her chest, her pulse thrumming in her ears, the world around her a blur of violence. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she forced herself through the smoke-filled streets, where bodies lay scattered like discarded refuse. The air was thick with dust and the sharp scent of burning, the haze making everything seem unreal. She stumbled over rubble and broken glass, feeling the weight of the world closing in on her with each step. She barely registered the cries of others, the desperate wails of those caught in the chaos, her mind consumed with only one thought.

"Y/N! Isha!" Her voice was raw, cracking under the strain as she screamed their names, but the words felt as empty as the air around her. They were swallowed by the chaos, lost to the screaming wind and the rumble of destruction. Every step felt like an eternity, the weight of the moment pressing down on her, but nothing mattered more than finding them. She had to find them. She couldn’t lose them.

The smoke stung her eyes, but Jinx didn't care. She ignored the burning in her lungs, ignored the dizziness threatening to overtake her. She pushed forward, reckless, fueled only by a desperate need to reach them, to save them. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think clearly—just move, keep moving, she told herself.

And then, she saw them.

Through the haze of smoke, she saw them. Y/N, standing over Isha like a shield, their body bent forward protectively, arms wrapped around the child like a barrier. Their figure was silhouetted against the light of the explosion that had torn through the air, the shockwave still rippling outward. For a brief moment, time seemed to freeze, the world around her turning to slow motion.

Reader’s face was twisted in a grimace, eyes wide with fear, but there was something else there—something Jinx had seen in them before: love. The kind of fierce, unyielding love that only a parent could have. And Isha—her sweet, silent Isha—stood there, clutching onto Reader with wide eyes, frozen by the sudden movement that her mother made.

It was too late.

Before she could even take a step forward, everything around her seemed to blur. The world spun, the force of the explosion hitting her with a physical blow that knocked her off balance. Her legs buckled beneath her, her knees hitting the ground hard as she stumbled. Pain shot up her spine, but Jinx didn’t register it. She didn’t feel anything except the deep, gnawing fear that twisted in her gut.

No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.

She crawled forward, using her hands to scrape away at the debris, the sharp edges of broken metal and stone tearing at her skin. Blood dripped from her palms as she clawed through the wreckage, her fingers trembling, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. She had to reach them. Had to make sure they were alive.

Her breath hitched as she pushed herself forward, the smell of smoke thick in the air, coating her throat. "Y/N! Isha!" she screamed again, her voice breaking, raw with desperation. Her throat was raw, but she didn’t care. The pain of her voice didn’t matter. All that mattered was them.

The world around her seemed to stretch and warp, and Jinx’s vision blurred with every passing second. She couldn’t see clearly, couldn’t focus, the smoke choking her, stinging her eyes until she could barely make out the shapes before her. She pushed forward, her body moving on instinct now, fueled only by that single thought: they can’t be gone.

Her hands shook violently as they moved over something soft—fabric, she thought, the fabric of their clothes. She gripped it, but when she pulled, it didn’t shift. There was no movement, no sign that either of them was still alive. Her pulse quickened, a knot tightening in her chest. She reached again, desperation rising with every breath, and her fingers found skin—cold, too cold. Too still.

Her heart stopped.

"Y/N..." she whispered, the name coming out in a broken sob. Her hands pressed against their chest, but there was no rise, no fall, nothing that would tell her they were still there. No breath. No heartbeat.

Her vision swam, and the world around her seemed to crack and fall away, the edges of reality blurring as everything she had feared, everything she had known, came crashing down on her all at once.

She pulled Y/N close, her arms shaking as she held them tight, but the coldness of their body sent a tremor through her. She moved to Isha, her hands trembling as she lifted the child into her arms, but the small form felt lifeless, weightless, her tiny body limp in Jinx’s embrace. She rocked back and forth, her breath coming in frantic sobs, as if trying to bring them back to life, willing herself to believe that this was just a nightmare. That this couldn’t be real.

But it was real.

They weren’t moving.

They were gone.

Jinx’s chest heaved as the reality of it all slammed into her like a freight train. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she held them, trying to make sense of what had just happened, of how quickly it all had slipped away from her. She had almost gotten it right. Almost. They had been so close to having something real, something warm. But now, it was all just... shattered.

Tears blurred her vision, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body shook with grief. She buried her face in their clothes, the familiar scent of them mingling with the acrid stench of smoke and destruction.

She had been playing dollhouse. She had been pretending, pretending that she could have a family, pretending she could protect them. But it was all a lie. It was all just a dream that had been ripped away from her in an instant.

And now? Now, it was all just broken pieces.

Jinx curled around them, pulling their cold bodies closer, as if by sheer force of will, she could bring them back. But the warmth had already gone. The warmth that had once filled her world, the laughter, the smiles, the small moments that had made her feel like she could belong somewhere—those things were gone now, stolen from her in an explosion of fire and fury.

And she should have listened.

She should have listened to Sevika.

She should have taken them and run, gotten out before it was too late.

But now? Now it was too late.

And she was alone.

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Jinx was sitting in the middle of her hideout, the silence pressing in from every side. The room was dark, save for the dim flickering of a broken light overhead. The weight of everything felt too heavy, too suffocating. It had been hours since the blast, since everything was ripped from her. But here she was, sitting in a place that should have felt safe, yet felt more like a tomb.

Her fingers trembled as she absentmindedly pushed the board game pieces around the floor. Her mind was clouded, the world outside swirling like smoke, indistinct and ever shifting. A low hum filled her ears, making everything feel... unreal.

Suddenly, she heard laughter—a sound so familiar, so warm, it made her heart twist. She blinked rapidly, and when her vision cleared, Isha was sitting next to her, drawing with chalk on the floor, her little hand moving in slow, fluid gestures.

Maybe it was a bad dream, maybe it didn't really happen?

“Hey, kiddo,” Jinx whispered, the words feeling strange on her tongue as if she hadn’t spoken in days.

Isha didn’t respond with words, but her hands danced through the air in graceful, slow motions. She signed something—something Jinx recognized, even though it had been too long since they’d communicated like this.

“You’re gonna beat me this time, huh?” Jinx said, trying to play it cool, but the hurt behind her words was evident.

Isha smiled, her eyes shining with mischief, and she signed again. Jinx’s heart stuttered in her chest as she watched her, her mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. Could this really be happening?

"I think you’re right," Jinx murmured, reaching out to pick up a game piece. It felt odd, like the weight of the pieces wasn’t real. Like they were made of air, slipping through her fingers.

Then she heard another voice—Y/N’s, soft and gentle, but full of teasing warmth. “Jinx, you’re not seriously planning on losing to Isha again, are you?”

Jinx froze, turning her head slowly to look at them. There they were, across from her, a playful smile tugging at their lips, eyes full of that affection they always gave her. Her heart squeezed painfully, but she couldn’t look away.

“I’m going to win this time,” Jinx said with a smirk, even though something inside her knew that wasn’t possible. But it didn’t matter. Not at this moment.

Y/N reached out to lightly push a piece closer, their hand brushing against hers. It felt warm, real. Too real.

“I’ve got my money on Isha this time,” Y/N said, their voice full of that teasing affection that made Jinx feel like the luckiest person alive.

Isha giggled, her small body scooting closer to Jinx’s lap as she grabbed another piece. She leaned against Jinx, looking up at her with wide, bright eyes. Her hands moved in quick gestures, signing something Jinx couldn’t quite understand. But the warmth in the motion, the soft gleam of joy in her eyes, spoke volumes.

“What’d she say?” Jinx whispered to Y/N, not taking her eyes off the kid.

Y/N smiled fondly, their eyes soft with something like nostalgia. “She says you’re going to lose again, but you’re still her favorite.”

Jinx let out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes. “Typical. I’m being sabotaged by my own family.”

“Maybe we’re just better at this than you are,” Y/N teased, nudging her shoulder with theirs.

Jinx laughed, a sound that felt foreign and raw. She was caught in this... illusion. This perfect, peaceful world where nothing had gone wrong. Where she had what she wanted, where Isha was safe and happy and sitting on her lap, where Reader was right here, with her, laughing and loving her like nothing had ever happened.

But the more she tried to savor it, the more fleeting it felt. The pieces on the board began to blur, the chalk drawings on the floor fading as the shadows around them thickened.

“No fair,” Jinx muttered under her breath. She tried to hold on to the illusion, to keep the laughter alive, but the world around her was unraveling.

Her hands trembled as she reached for a piece, but it slipped through her fingers like smoke. “Wait...” she whispered, her voice shaky. “Wait, no... I... I’m not ready.”

Y/N looked at her, their smile fading, replaced with concern. “What’s wrong, Jinx?”

“I’m—” She couldn’t finish the sentence. The edges of her vision were blurring, her chest tightening. “I’m not ready to lose you.”

Isha signed something, her hands moving with urgency, but Jinx couldn’t understand. The words felt foreign again, the world breaking down in front of her, like sand slipping through her fingers.

“I—I can’t do this again,” Jinx whispered, her voice cracking. “I can’t. Please don’t leave me.”

And just as quickly as the illusion had come, it was gone. The laughter, the warmth, the soft light in the room—it all disappeared. The game board was nothing but broken fragments, the chalk drawings faded into the cracks of the floor.

Jinx was left in the empty space, cold and trembling, her body shaking with grief. She was alone again. Alone in the remnants of a life she would never have.

Her hand hovered in the empty air, but there was no warmth, no laughter, no soft touch from Y/N or the mischievous grin from Isha.

"Please," Jinx whispered, her voice breaking as she clutched at the emptiness. "Please, come back."

Jinx sat in the dark corner of her hideout, her knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped around them as if she could hold herself together. The floor beneath her was cold, but it didn’t matter. The chill in the room couldn’t match the one in her bones. The weight of everything that had happened pressed on her chest, suffocating her with grief she could hardly bear.

The walls seemed to close in around her, the silence too much to endure. Her heart felt like it had split in two, but no matter how hard she tried to breathe, she couldn’t seem to fill her lungs. Every breath felt like a struggle, each one more rugged than the last.

“Y/N... Isha…” She whispered their names like a prayer, a mantra, hoping that somehow, if she said it enough, it would bring them back to her. But no matter how many times she said it, no matter how loud she screamed it into the empty room, they didn’t answer.

The silence in the hideout was all-encompassing. But then, something shifted. The air seemed to thicken, the shadows dancing around her in a way that felt... wrong. A flicker in the corner of her vision, something moving—no, someone.

Jinx snapped her head toward the figure, her heart leaping in her chest, only to find nothing. A sigh of frustration slipped from her lips, and she shut her eyes, rubbing her face as if she could push the hallucinations away.

But it didn’t work.

“Y/N” she murmured, her voice cracking. The words felt like they were clawing their way out of her throat, desperate. And as if summoned by that, the room seemed to change.

In the corner, by the broken window, she saw them.

Y/N.

They were standing there, just out of reach, looking at her with that same gentle smile that had always made her heart ache with warmth. Their eyes, so full of love and tenderness, locked with hers. She could hear their voice—soft, comforting.

“Jinx…”

The whispering sound of her name made her heart stutter in her chest, and before she knew it, she was standing, stumbling toward them with a desperate need to feel their warmth again, to touch them. But as soon as her hand reached out, the figure of Reader seemed to vanish, fading like a wisp of smoke in the wind.

“No... No, no, no, no!” She staggered forward, reaching out into the empty space where they had been, but there was nothing.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fell back to her knees, choking on the sudden, overwhelming grief. She gripped the floor, nails digging into the cold stone as tears welled in her eyes.

The hallucination didn’t fade. Instead, it changed.

Now, it was Isha.

Jinx blinked, and there she was, her tiny, quiet form standing by the doorway, a little girl’s face lit up by the soft, golden light of the hideout. The sight of her—her sweet Isha, the child who had filled her world with joy—made Jinx’s heart ache, her chest tightening with the pain of longing.

Isha was holding a crayon in her tiny hand, drawing shapes on the wall, just as she had done so many times before. A little giggle escaped her, the sound soft and sweet, like the sound of the world still being right. Jinx’s hands trembled as she reached out toward the child.

“Is that... is that a person or a house?” Jinx asked softly, her voice hoarse with emotion. She leaned over, peering at Isha’s crayon drawing, the little scribbled lines barely resembling anything, but to Jinx, it was beautiful.

Isha giggled again, raising her hands in the air, showing off the piece with pride.

“It’s a family,” she signed, her small hands moving gracefully through the air. The words filled Jinx’s chest with a sharp pang.

“Yeah… it’s us,” Jinx said, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she was trying to hold on to the image, to the memory of that moment.

But then, the figure of Isha blurred, and she was gone, leaving only the echo of her giggles lingering in the air like a soft melody.

Jinx’s chest tightened even further as her throat closed up, choking on the emptiness. She could feel the phantom weight of Isha’s small body in her arms, the feel of her tiny hand in hers. It was all gone now, and Jinx was left with nothing but the ghosts of them.

The shadows swirled, and once more, Y/N appeared. This time, it was different—Y/N was sitting on the couch, smiling at Jinx as if nothing had changed. As if everything was just as it should be. They were holding something—an old record, the one they’d danced to together so many times. They reached out, offering it to Jinx.

“Come on, Jinx,” Y/N’s voice said, so clear and vivid in the air. “Let’s dance.”

Jinx felt the weight of the record in her hands, the warm vinyl smooth against her fingertips. Without thinking, she placed it on the turntable, and the soft, familiar tune began to play. It was the one they’d danced to so many times, the one that made her feel like she was home. Reader rose to their feet, holding out their arms in that playful, inviting way, and without a second thought, Jinx stepped into their embrace. The warmth of their arms around her, the soft sway of their bodies together, the closeness—everything felt so real. So alive.

Jinx closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the moment. She could almost hear their laughter, the sound of their feet moving together, the rhythm of their bodies in sync. She could feel their hands on her waist, guiding her in a slow, gentle waltz.

“Is this okay?” Y/N’s voice was soft, teasing, and full of love.

Jinx could feel the tears welling up in her eyes again, her heart breaking all over as she leaned in closer, her voice choked with grief. “Yeah... yeah, it’s perfect. This is perfect.”

But the moment slipped away. The music faded. The warmth of Reader’s body was replaced by the cold, empty air around her. The figure vanished, and she was left alone in the silent, empty room once more.

Isha’s voice echoed in her mind, faint and distant.

“I love you, Jinx.”

Jinx buried her face in her hands, the tears flowing freely now. She felt like she was drowning. Drowning in the hallucinations of what could have been, of what she had lost. The love, the laughter, the little moments that made her world feel complete—they were all slipping through her fingers, just like sand.

And she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

The room was spinning around her. Jinx pressed her palms to her eyes, trying to clear the dizziness that swirled in her mind, but the images of Reader and Isha kept flooding her thoughts, stubborn and unrelenting. She thought she could escape them. Thought she could outlast the hallucinations, but they kept coming—little reminders of everything she had lost.

When she opened her eyes again, the walls of the hideout had transformed. Instead of the peeling, cracked surfaces and cold, dark shadows, the room was alive with color—soft hues of yellow and blue, warm light flooding in from the window. She didn’t know how it happened, but there they were.

Y/N, Standing by the kitchen counter, a cup of tea in their hands, smiling softly at her. The same smile that had always calmed Jinx's restless heart. Jinx could feel the heat of the imaginary sun on her skin, a false warmth that almost felt real. The smell of the tea, warm and inviting, mixed with the scent of something cooking—cinnamon, maybe? The thought made her stomach ache, remembering the breakfasts they used to share. Simple mornings filled with soft laughter and comfort.

Y/N’s gaze shifted to her, their eyes filled with so much love. "You’re quiet today," she said softly, voice tender as they set the cup down and walked over to her. "What’s on your mind, Jinx?"

Jinx’s chest tightened as she stared at them, her throat closing up. The hallucination felt so real, so vividly alive. For a moment, she almost believed that if she stepped forward, if she just reached out, she could touch them. She could hold them, feel the warmth of their skin under her fingertips.

But when she moved, she faded.

Jinx froze, and the world turned cold again, leaving her in the silent, empty room. Her hands trembled as she reached out for the nothingness where they had just been. The tears sprang to her eyes again, and she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please… please don’t leave me.”

But it was no use. The room was silent once more.

Jinx collapsed to the floor, her legs giving way beneath her as she gasped for breath, her body shaking with sobs. “I can’t… I can’t lose you…” She pressed her palms to the ground, her fingers digging into the cold stone, desperately trying to hold onto the pieces of them that still lingered in her mind.

The world around her seemed to distort and shift again, and for a fleeting moment, she could swear she saw Isha running toward her, arms outstretched, her laughter like music in Jinx’s ears. But before she could reach out to her, the little girl was gone, vanishing into the shadows like they all did.

Jinx curled up into herself, her sobs echoing through the silence. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I couldn’t save you."

Her mind replayed every moment with them—the way they had smiled at her, the way they had laughed, the way they had held her, loved her. And she couldn’t stop the images from coming, over and over, until they were all she could see.

She didn’t know how much longer she could keep holding on.

But for now, all she could do was remember. And mourn.

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Jinx sat in the dark corner of her hideout, eyes fixed on the empty space before her, but it wasn’t empty. In the shadows, her mind played out the scene again, the one she couldn’t shake—the one that had once felt so important, so real. She watched as her past self, full of anger and frustration, stood across from Y/N, exchanging harsh words over something so trivial.

“You’re seriously upset about this, Jinx?” Y/N’s voice was a mix of disbelief and exasperation, their eyes wide with frustration. “It’s not like I meant to leave the door open. I—”

“Yeah? You always do! It’s like you don’t even care!” Jinx snapped back, her chest tightening with emotion. Her voice was sharp, her hands trembling as she clenched her fists. She had been so quick to lash out, so quick to take offense over the smallest things. So stupid.

Y/N ran a hand through her hair, their brow furrowed as she took a deep breath. “It’s a door, Jinx. I don’t think it’s that big of a deal—”

“Of course it’s a big deal!” Jinx’s voice cracked as she flung her arms out, pacing, her anger bubbling over like a pot left on the stove too long. “You never listen, and it’s always about you, isn’t it? You never pay attention, and then you expect me to just forget it like it’s nothing!”

Y/N stepped forward, trying to meet her eyes, their tone softening but still laced with frustration. “That’s not what I meant. I care about you, Jinx. I always care about you. I’m trying, okay? But sometimes you—”

“Sometimes I what?” Jinx snapped, cutting them off, her hands now trembling in fists at her sides. “What, you think I don’t try? You think I’m just some fucking screw-up who can’t do anything right?”

Y/N flinched, the pain in their eyes cutting through Jinx more than any of her words ever could. They opened their mouths, but no words came. Instead, they just stood there, trying to process the hurricane of emotions swirling in the room.

Jinx stood there for a moment, chest heaving as she watched them, eyes burning with tears she wouldn’t let fall. She wanted to apologize, to fix it, but the words wouldn’t come. She turned away, unable to face them, the guilt already choking her.

And then... Jinx wasn’t there anymore.

Now, she was just a ghost in the corner of her hideout, watching from the sidelines as the past unfolded before her.

The argument felt small now, petty and pointless. She was watching it unfold with a bitter taste in her mouth, her chest aching with the weight of the memory. She would give anything to go back, to turn those stupid words into a hug, to have taken a breath and walked away instead of letting everything explode.

Now, all she wanted was to be held again. To feel Reader’s arms around her, to hear them laugh, to hear them tell her that they didn’t care about the stupid door or anything else. But she couldn’t.

She couldn’t go back.

She wished that she could go back to a petty argument they had before. She wished that she could get yelled at by Y/N once more for being stupid.

The air around her was thick with regret as she watched herself storm out, slamming the door behind her. Y/N was left standing there, looking defeated, but not angry. Just tired. They didn’t deserve that. Not at all.

Jinx’s throat tightened as she slumped back against the wall, pressing her palms to her face. “Why... Why did I have to be so stupid?” she whispered to herself, her voice breaking. She wished she had just hugged them, held them close instead of pushing them away with her hurt. She should have apologized. She should have listened.

She had always made things harder than they had to be. Even when everything felt like it was falling apart, all Y/N had ever wanted was to hold her, to love her, to make it better. And Jinx? She had pushed them away.

Her heart burned with longing, the ache sharp and raw. Every word they’d said, every argument they’d had—none of it mattered now. All the petty things, all the mistakes... they felt so meaningless in the face of this emptiness. I’d give anything to be in your arms again. Anything, she thought, her chest tight as the tears threatened to spill.

Jinx squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push the overwhelming grief down, but it didn’t stop. She could still see Reader’s face, their eyes full of love even in the middle of the fight. And Isha, their little one, is always there with a smile to soften the sting of everything.

Now, everything was just a hollow echo.

“I’m sorry,” Jinx whispered into the dark room, but there was no one to hear her. She wasn’t sure who she was saying it to anymore. Herself? Y/N? Isha? She didn’t know. She just knew she would never make that same mistake again.

But it was too late.

Jinx’s chest tightened as she sat in the corner of her hideout, the memories swirling in her mind. Her eyes were hollow, glazed over with the weight of everything she’d lost. Her mind kept replaying that fight, the stupid argument about a door, the hurtful words she’d said, the way she had pushed Reader away. But now... all of that seemed so meaningless in the face of this unbearable emptiness.

She was alone.

The world around her was suffocating, the walls closing in with every breath, and all she wanted—no, all she needed—was to feel Reader’s arms around her again. The warmth of their embrace, the soft comfort of their voice, the simple act of holding her and saying that everything would be okay.

But they were gone.

A soft noise broke through her thoughts, and suddenly, a familiar warmth filled the space beside her. Jinx’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, she thought it was just another hallucination. But this time, it was different.

Y/N was there. Right next to her.

Jinx’s breath hitched as she turned her head slowly, and there, sitting beside her, was Reader—eyes soft, a small, knowing smile on their face, despite the sadness that lingered in their gaze.

“Y/N” Jinx whispered, her voice raw with the pain she had kept bottled up for so long. It was like a dream, like a memory trying to claw its way back into the present. Her heart ached as she reached out, hesitantly, but Reader’s hand was already there, taking hers with a warmth that felt so real, so needed.

“I’m sorry,” Jinx said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I... I shouldn’t have said those things. I didn’t mean them. I never did.” Her hand trembled in theirs, the guilt eating at her.

Y/N squeezed her hand, a soft, reassuring pressure, and their voice was low but full of the love they always had for her. “I know, Jinx. I know you didn’t mean it. You were just scared. You always are. But, you don’t need to apologize for any of it. Not anymore.”

Jinx’s eyes blurred with tears as the words hit her like a wave. The air around her felt thick with grief, with the aching void of all the things she never said, all the moments she had missed. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming surge of emotion that threatened to drown her.

“I just... I was so scared, Y/N,” she whispered. “I was so scared of losing you. But I... I didn’t know how to keep you, either. I was... so messed up.”

Y/N’s thumb gently brushed against the back of her hand, their presence a steady anchor in the storm of her thoughts. “You don’t have to be perfect, Jinx. You don’t have to fight this battle on your own. I’m here. I was here.” They paused, their voice softening. “And I will always love you, even when you’re angry, even when you push me away. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jinx let out a shaky breath, squeezing their hand tighter as if afraid that if she let go, they’d disappear. “I didn’t know how to let you in. I didn’t know how to let myself be loved... and now...” Her voice cracked, and the tears spilled over, hot and uncontrollable. “Now, it’s too late. I didn’t... I didn’t get to show you how much you meant to me.”

Y/N gently cupped Jinx’s cheek, wiping away her tears with the pad of their thumb. “It’s never too late, Jinx. You showed me every day. I saw it. I saw how much you cared, even in the little moments. The way you held me when I was upset. The way you made me laugh when I was having the worst day. The way you took care of me when I needed it most.”

Jinx’s chest heaved with the force of her emotions, her breath coming in sharp gasps. “I don’t... I don’t know how to live without you. Without you and Isha. Without us.”

“Jinx...” Reader’s voice was tender but firm, their hand gently guiding her to look at them, to meet their eyes. “You will keep going. I know it hurts right now, and it always will. But you have to live. You have to take the love we had and carry it with you. And you’ll never be alone. I’ll always be in your heart. I’m not gone. I’m right here, at this moment, and I always will be.”

Jinx trembled, her vision swimming, but she wasn’t afraid anymore. Not with Reader here beside her, not with their hand in hers, not with their love surrounding her like a warm, unbreakable shield. She leaned her forehead against theirs, her breath shaky and uneven.

“I wish I had been better for you,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I wish I had fought for us, instead of... instead of pushing you away.”

Y/N let out a small sigh, pressing their forehead to hers. “You don’t have to wish, Jinx. You just have to remember the good. The love. The moments we shared.”

“I will,” Jinx promised, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ll never forget.”

And then, in a soft, almost imperceptible shift, Y/N leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Jinx’s forehead. It was a gesture of love, of care, one that said everything they didn’t have to say aloud. One that held everything they had shared in their brief time together.

Jinx’s heart shattered all over again, but this time, the cracks were filled with a bittersweet kind of peace. She didn’t need to have all the answers. She didn’t need to have everything fixed. She just needed to carry them with her, to keep their love alive in her heart, even if she couldn’t hold them anymore.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jinx whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

“I know,” Y/N whispered back, their lips brushing against her hair. “I love you too. Always.”