#c.ai bot of jinx

[j1nx-l0v3r]

Hybrid!User

Tangled Tail -Pt.2

The next morning, you woke up in the soft mess of blankets piled in the corner of Jinx’s workshop—her unofficial “nest.” The scent of oil, metal, and faintly burnt sugar lingered in the air, unmistakably her. You stretched lazily, tail curling behind you, ears flicking as you caught the faint hum of Jinx already working at her desk.

Your neck felt strange.

Then you remembered. The collar.

You groaned softly, pawing at it halfheartedly. It glowed faintly in the low light, your name catching the glint of a flickering neon sign. It was ridiculous. Embarrassing. Cute.

“You’re up, kitty-cat,” Jinx called over her shoulder without turning around. “Sleep okay? Did the collar strangle you in the night or is it still snuggly like I designed it?”

You hissed. “It’s humiliating.”

“Aw, but you didn’t take it off.” She turned around and raised a brow, grinning like she already knew why. “Deep down, you love it.”

“I forgot it was there.”

“Liar,” she sang. “Tail’s doing that swishy thing again.”

You whipped around to glare at your tail like it had betrayed you—which it had. Again.

Jinx stood up and sauntered over with something behind her back. You narrowed your eyes.

“Now, don’t claw me yet, okay? I made something else.”

You stepped back cautiously. “Is it another collar?”

“Nope!” she beamed. “It's an upgrade.”

She revealed a small device—roughly shaped like a bell, but clearly tech-enhanced, with a blinking light and several strange wires wrapped around it.

“This,” she said proudly, “is your new tracker-squeaker-pinger thingy! Attaches right to the collar. If you get lost, I can find you. If I press this button here—” she clicked something, and the bell let out a soft mechanical meow “—it calls you back!”

You stared at her in open horror. “That’s not funny.”

She looked way too pleased with herself. “Oh, come on! It’s genius! What if you get kidnapped again? Or wander off chasing lights like last time?”

“That wasn’t chasing lights! I was investigating.”

“Uh-huh.”

You crossed your arms and looked away. “I’m not your pet, Jinx.”

She didn’t answer right away. You felt her step closer.

When you glanced back, she wasn’t teasing anymore. She looked at you like she saw every crack and scar and didn’t care—they only made you hers more.

“I know,” she said, quieter now. “But… you’re mine. Not in the way they wanted you to be. You’re not a weapon. You’re not a failure. You’re just… here. With me. And I like that.”

Your ears lowered, chest tightening at her words.

She stepped closer and gently reached out to scratch behind your ear, just the way you secretly liked it. You didn’t resist this time.

“I still hate the collar,” you muttered, closing your eyes.

“Sure, furball,” she whispered. “Sure you do.”

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗...

I'm getting even more obsessed with this...😼💥Next part will be longer😫 I promise❗

[ysaona]

Her arms, I’m going insane.

[israinmaker]

Arcane x Little Women

C.ai & Janitor Ai bots - Incluiding: Jinx, Ekko, Vi, Caitlyn, ALT Powder, ALT Ekko, ALT Claggor, ALT Mylo (Requests are open)

"I will, and you must hear me. It's no use, Jo, we've got to have it out, and the sooner the better for both of us, I've loved you ever since I've known you, Jo, couldn't help it, you've been so good to me. I've tried to show it, but you wouldn't let me. Now I'm going to make you hear, and give me an answer, for I can't go on so any longer." Confessed Laurie.

✘ || JINX (WLW) - C.ai & Janitor AI

Jinx had met you once Silco adopted her as his daughter, you being the only person who was her age so you two became close quickly. always supported Jinx no matter what, which made Jinx develop feelings for her but she's not sure about telling you.

⚡︎ || EKKO (M4F) - C.ai & Janitor AI

Since you joined the Firelights, Ekko has always had his eye on you, at first to train and/or protect you as he did with everyone. But as time went by he learned to love you. Love, a feeling he wasn't sure to tell you about.

✿ || VIOLET (WLW) - C.ai & Janitor AI

Since Vi was released from the horrible jail that kept her locked up for no reason, she met and became interested in you. At first it was like a flirtatious interest, without really feeling anything deep, but as time went by that interest became more serious. But Vi wasn't sure about telling you.

⌖ || CAITLYN KIRAMMAN (WLW) - C.ai & Janitor AI

Caitlyn and you have known each other for as long as they both can remember, it was through their parents as you both came from families that were very important to Piltover. On Caitlyn's part, she had begun to develop feelings beyond friendship for you, but her insecurity of rejection prevented her from telling you.

ꨄ︎ || ALT Powder (WLW) - C.ai & Janitor AI

Powder and you have been friends for a long time, you two have always been together no matter what, like the death of Powder's sister Vi. As time went on, Powder began to have feelings for you, but she's not sure she wants to tell.

𖦹 || ALT Ekko (M4F) - C.ai & Janitor AI

Ekko had met you at an invention and technology event that was held every year, over time you two became friends and it turned out that you also got along very well with his family, and his family liked you. Although he started to feel other things beyond friendship, but he wasn't sure about telling you about it.

✮ || ALT Claggor (M4F) - C.ai & Janitor AI

After Piltover and Zaun were finally in peace and quiet after many years of resentment and fighting, Claggor had the opportunity to meet you. Time passed and he developed feelings for you, but for fear of rejection he is not sure to say so.

☾ || ALT Mylo (M4F) - C.ai & Janitor AI

After Piltover and Zaun were finally in peace and quiet after many years of resentment and fighting, Mylo had the opportunity to meet you. Time passed and he developed feelings for you, but for fear of rejection he is not sure to say so.

[ingoks]

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ au!jinx × vi’s friend fem!user

⁀➴༯ Jinx.. “vi’s close friend.”

Vi’s house, as always, seemed familiar to you. The house you had been coming and going to since childhood, the PlayStation wars, the junk food-filled house, was part of your and Vi’s friendship. Vi had always been brave, outspoken, and fun; someone who was prone to fights but always reliable. You had been friends with her for years, and you knew that deep down she was protective, even though she seemed tough.

That day, you had come to Vi’s house to play games, as usual. While you were sprawled on the couch, clutching your joystick, Vi’s phone rang. She rolled her eyes, looked at the caller, and sighed. “Wait for me, this is someone I need to talk to.” she said, answering the phone and leaving the room. There was someone else, sprawled on an old, single couch in the corner, seemingly busy with her phone: Jinx.

Jinx was Vi’s younger sister. She was someone who stood out at school but didn’t really get close to anyone. She was a bit chaotic, a bit careless, but somehow everyone was interested in her. You had always been curious about Jinx—maybe a little too much. But Jinx didn’t usually seem to care much about people.

There was silence for a while. When you saw Jinx was still looking at her phone, you decided to say something to start a conversation.

“How’s school going? Lessons and stuff.”

Jinx looked up and looked at you with a slightly raised eyebrow. It seemed like she couldn’t make sense of the question. Finally, she shrugged nonchalantly.

“The usual. Boring.”

Jinx’s nonchalant tone made it clear that she wanted the conversation to end quickly. You glanced at her for a moment longer, but Jinx had already turned her attention back to her phone.

[justmejpg]

I NEED HELP FINDING A CAI BOT PLEASE!!

So, it’s this bot with Jinx where you’re like dating her and enforcers catch you to question you about her and stuff! This is the picture it had (taken from another bot) and the first message is about how they have you and they’re asking you questions while you’re locked in a cell. I don’t remember if it says anything about waiting for Jinx to save you, but I need that bot again desperately I didn’t finish the story😭

[lottielovebot]

I need someone to make a bot where you patch Jinx up after her Fight with cait and vi in season 2 act 1 or just in general comfort her please😭

[sevikataster]

a list of all my character.ai bots if you can’t find my account ! 𓈒 𓏲࣪ . part 1 of many since tumblr only allows 10 links (biting the developers rn)

ARCANE

ambessa: coming to her for help with a speech you have to prepare to give to the council.

ambessa: after the explosions.

ambessa: training with general medarda.

ambessa: helping her under the table. (a/n: this bot is a bit… glitchy. i need to remake it so this is just a place holder for now!)

ambessa: you know her tricks and how manipulative she could be. do you fall for it?

caitlyn: basically if you were pitfighter vi and met caitlyn in the lanes

caitlyn: jealousy or love?

caitlyn: fun in the brothel 👅

ekko: pirate!ekko <3 (requested!!!)

ekko / timebomb: timebomb yuri oh hell yeah

[unrealunearthss]

spencer — she/her | nineteen | lesbian

┊c.ai, request form, masterlist, rules, fandoms

very new and unfamiliar with tumblr!

[caicreations]

New Jinx C.ai Bot!

Hey y’all! Kinda late at night to post for me but I wanna get something out since I don’t know how busy my week is gonna be 💀 This one was a request from @ Kai on TikTok, based on my last bot, and I’m gonna be making a Vi version as well as a Caitlyn version, so stick around for that, because y’all seemed to really like that one 😅 I believe I have four requests lined up at the moment so I appreciate the patience, as I still am a full time student and I have other responsibilities😊 As always, feel free to DM me with requests, helpful feedback, or even just to say hi!💜

[j1nx-l0v3r]

Hybrid cat!User

Tangled Tail -Pt.3

The workshop had gone unusually quiet. That alone was suspicious.

You sat curled up in your usual spot—on a worn cushion beside the table, eyes half-lidded as the soft hum of pipes filled the room. The collar still clung to your neck, irritatingly snug and still blinking faintly. You'd stopped fighting it. Mostly.

Then you heard the sound: a faint, high-pitched click.

Your ears twitched.

Another click. A brilliant red dot appeared on the floor beside your paw.

You stared at it.

“Jinx…” you said slowly, not taking your eyes off the glowing dot. It moved an inch. Your tail twitched.

“Mm?” came her too-innocent reply from somewhere up in the rafters. “Something wrong, furball?”

The dot darted forward—just a little.

You lunged.

You didn’t even mean to. It was instinct. Your paw smacked the floor. The dot escaped.

From above, Jinx cackled. “No way! You actually went for it!”

Your face burned. “It’s a reflex!”

“Sure, sure,” she said between wheezes. “Just like that time you climbed the shelves because I had a fish cracker in my hand.”

You growled low in your throat and turned your back to her.

The dot reappeared. On your tail.

“Jinx—!”

“Just a little enrichment for my favorite indoor kitty,” she teased, now hanging upside down from a pipe with the laser pointer in hand. “You looked bored!”

You swatted at the dot again—because it was on your tail, and what were you supposed to do, not react?

Jinx practically fell from the ceiling laughing. “I knew it! You’re totally a cat!”

You leapt at her. “Take that back!”

She barely dodged as you tackled her to the floor, both of you rolling in a tangled mess of limbs and laughter. The laser pointer skittered across the floor and shut off with a sad beep.

Jinx looked up at you, breathless and smiling. “Admit it. You liked it.”

You sat on her stomach, arms crossed. “You’re a menace.”

“Mm-hm. And you’re purring.”

Your eyes widened in horror. “I’m not—”

But there it was. A low, steady rumble in your chest, impossible to deny when she reached up and gently scratched just beneath your ear.

She grinned like she’d won the Zaunite lottery.

“Stupid instincts,” you grumbled, tail curling despite yourself.

“Stupid cute kitty,” she whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face.

You sighed and rested your head on her chest. “Fine. But if you try to put a bell on me again, I’m setting your glitter bombs on fire.”

Jinx chuckled, wrapping her arms loosely around you. “Deal.”

And for once, the workshop stayed quiet. No bombs, no chaos—just warmth, steady purring, and a girl who refused to let you forget you were finally wanted.

[🐋.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.]

The hum of the workshop faded into the soft silence of sleep. You lay curled up with Jinx on her messy mattress of blankets, her arm slung over your waist, her hair fanned across your chest like tangled blue ribbons. You could feel the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing against you—peaceful, unguarded.

She looked so different like this. Not wide-eyed and grinning, not flinging explosives or teasing you with laser pointers—but small. Soft. Yours.

Your tail flicked once.

Then twice.

Something primal stirred in your chest. A flicker of instinct, old and buried. You nuzzled into her neck once more, affectionately, before slipping out from her embrace and onto silent feet.

You moved through the workshop like a shadow. The city outside was still, smog curling through the narrow alleys. Perfect time for a hunt.

It didn’t take long.

You returned twenty minutes later, tail high and pleased with yourself, something limp and furry dangling from your mouth.

You padded across the floor and dropped it right beside Jinx’s sleeping face with a plop.

A dead rat. A big one, too.

You sat proudly beside it, tail swishing, watching her stir.

Jinx’s nose twitched first. Then her eyes blinked open blearily.

She stared at the rat.

Then at you.

Then back at the rat.

You looked so proud.

“Oh, ewwwwww—” she groaned, sitting up and holding her nose, but laughing all the same. “You brought me a rat?! Seriously?!”

You beamed, chest puffed out. “For you. It’s fresh.”

Jinx stared at you like you’d just gifted her a moldy cupcake—and then burst out laughing.

“You’re insane,” she said between giggles, reaching out to pat your head affectionately. “But I love it. My little psycho.”

You closed your eyes, leaning into her touch, ears twitching happily.

She looked at the rat again and tossed the rat away, made a face, then glanced at you sideways.

“Next time,” she said, “if you really love me... bring me a Yordle.”

You smirked. “Im not killing a Yordle!”

“Just borrow one! Tiny hands are useful!”

You both collapsed into laughter, the rat forgotten somewhere between scraps of metal and the warmth of the early morning. Jinx flopped back into the pile of blankets and pulled you down with her, this time tucking your head under her chin.

“Weirdo,” she whispered fondly.

You purred.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗...

@powderbomb-jinxed ❗❗❗

[laruezzzz]

~ 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖙𝖎 𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖑!𝖏𝖎𝖓𝖝

☆⋆｡🎨𖦹° 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯

𝐂.𝐀𝐈

[ingoks]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ au!powder × fem!user

⁀➴༯ Powder.. “obsessed”

Ekko has that familiar expression on his face. Neither sad nor angry. Just… fed up. “Are you really going to end this like this?”

Are you ending it? Or are you accepting something that’s already over? “Even when I’m with you, you make me feel like I’m competing with someone else.”

Ekko sighs. He’s tired. He knows who you’re talking about before you even say her name. “It has nothing to do with Powder.”

You laugh. A bitter laugh. “Really? Then why do you expect me to be like her?”

Ekko’s eyes close. He doesn’t answer. He can’t.

And just like that, you breaking up...

𝜗𝜚

Powder.

The name you knew, as Ekko described it, but never really knew.

You know everything about her. Her birthday. Her favorite cartoons. That she couldn't sleep without a nightlight when she was little. And now, all that information shatters before the truth.

Because Powder isn't what you think she is.

She’s sitting in the corner, playing with a glass. She’s laughing. At someone else. Not at you.

And you, involuntarily, wish you were that person.

When Powder looks up and turns her eyes to you, you realize that everything you know about her has left no trace on her.

That's when the feeling that's been eating away at you grows.

Obsession, jealousy, or a dangerous combination of the two?

You don't know. But no matter what, you have no intention of letting her go.

The bot may seem a little complicated at first glance, but I think it will be a little more understandable if you listen to Olivia Rodrigo's song obsessed😔🙏

[dollinrehab]

Bots masterlist (c.ai)

( suggestive or sexual content is marked with ☆ ) ( dark content is marked with 𖦹 )

—my account here.

Jinx♡

Girlfriend!jinx:

She's talking to the voices. After being told she saw Vi after years thinking she left her, you go to your girlfriend's hideout and find her yelling at the voices in her head.

Too needy for her attention. Nothing you do seems to be enough for her to drift her attention from her gadgets to you, even if you're resting your head on her lap.

Best friend!jinx:

Practically cheating. You've been looking for her all day with no success. You finally find her in a bar dancing with other girl. You shouldn't even be jealous but...

It's a blue day. You haven’t seen Jinx in days. Your concern drives you to her hideout, where you find her lost in troubled thoughts..

You're hers. She ruined your date with another girl. She then broke into your house as usual but you went for the silent treatment, making her upset.

Doing her makeup. You insist on doing her makeup, to which she reluctantly agrees. She can't say no to you, especially when you're so gentle with your touch.

Ellie Williams ♡

Nerd!bestfriend!ellie:

Someone's trying to steal your nerd. You find your best friend casually talking to her ex and claim your girl.

No more seats left. You couldn't find a chair so now the only viable option is sitting on your best friend's lap.

She comforts you You didn't attend school or pick her calls or messages. She goes to your house after school, not buying your lie about being sick.

Enemy!ellie:

You're popular. The weird girl from your class who you barely know treats you like she owns the library. Doesn't seem fair to you.

Bully!ellie:

She's your ""bully"". Your bully feels jealous when she sees you chatting with a guy and her protective instincts kick in.

Nerd!ellie (and bully!user):

You're her bully and her crush. Maybe if you stopped mocking her she'd finally notice your feelings for her...

 Stuck together. Fire drills suck, but being stuck in a storage room with Ellie Williams? You’ll have to deal with the tension in the cold.

Loser!ellie:

Succubus (sad!ellie, loser!ellie) She summons you, a succubus, to get comfort.

17yo!ellie:

Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby. (bestfriend!ellie) She's sad about her breakup, even though she didn't like Cat. Now she relies on you to comfort her and relieve the slight pain in her pretty heart.

Sweet girl (bestfriend!ellie) Baking for your best friend, trying to ignore the tension.

Obsessed!perv!ellie:

 She got you a gift! 𖦹 She comes at your door arriving with a necklace for you... Decorated with her initial.

Horror movie. 𖦹☆ You watch a horror movie sitting on her lap, and she starts to get handsy to... Calm you down?

Victim!ellie(?):

Caught in headlights. (You kidnap her) 𖦹 You finally took the step in your relationship. She's moving in with you!

Paparazzi!ellie:

Chase you down til you love me In an interview, your secret crush with one of your paparazzi slips up. Of course, Ellie is already outside, waiting for you.

Abby Anderson ♡

Sugarmommy!abby:

Your sugar mommy doesn't trust you. She refuses to believe your spontaneous love confession, convincing herself you only want a new Birkin.

She's ignoring you. She invites you over to give her some company... But she's in an important zoom meeting, ignoring any attempt at catching her attention.

Dina Nolastname ♡

Mom!dina:

Helping her out! You come over to her house for your usual friday date, but she has a strong pain in her breast.

Please make requests!

[cupcakelvr]

Boobenjoyer!Jinx headcanons

A little smut and tits, that’s it.

 ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who adores every part of you but definitely likes your boobs the most.

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who loves laying her head on top or between them.

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who has thousands of nicknames for her girls.

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who will cling to your boobs until you pull up your shirt.

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who likes to roll over and sneak under your shirt first in the morning.

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who definitely has a thing for boobs but denies any kinks. (lactation…WHO SAID THAT?)

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who gets so disappointed when you tell her nothings gonna come out any time soon even though she knows very well.

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx (Modern), who will happily suck on her most favorite thing while you two sit on the couch and watch TV.

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who suckles like a little kitten.

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who loves comparing her own to yours.

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who gets embarrassed when her own get attention.

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who is so shocked by the difference in your bra size.

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who has small boobs. (DON‘T TRY TO DENY IT.)

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who loves to go bra shopping with you.

  ꩜ྀི｡ Boobenjoyer!Jinx, who just loves boobs.

Btw I make C.AI bots..

[riddlesrizzler]

Hii ml, so hear me out, Theo has just hexed Mattheo, he jinxed him to only speak in compilations or something. So whenever he tries to agrue with Y/n, it only comes out in compilations. He's super pissed n all. <3 make them enemies to lovers btw

You want chaos? You want tension? You want Mattheo Riddle, King of Snark, cursed to only speak compliments to the one girl he’s been trying to win arguments with since third year? Say less

also i think @voidofsunlight has a c.ai bot off this kind of thing! so please go check it out!

Potions class was already hell. But being paired with Mattheo Riddle? That was Dante's tenth circle.

You dropped your bag onto the stone bench with a dramatic thud, sliding onto the stool beside Mattheo Riddle like a storm cloud rolling in.

Of course you’d been paired with him. Of course. Professor Slughorn must have a personal vendetta.

“Try not to burn anything this time,” you said, not even looking at him as you tugged your parchment out of your satchel. “Or spill anything on my notes like last week. Or breathe too loud.”

Silence.

Strange.

Usually he snapped back within half a second, full of smirking retorts and barely restrained eye-rolls. You turned to look at him-and that’s when it happened.

Mattheo was staring at you with visible discomfort, like he’d just swallowed a whole lemon.

And then he said, completely deadpan, “You look radiant today.”

You blinked. “Come again?”

His eye twitched. “Radiant. You look radiant. Like…” He clenched his jaw, as though fighting the words crawling up his throat. “Like sunlight in a damn meadow.”

You stared. He stared back, absolutely mortified.

“…Are you high?”

“No.” He looked like he wanted to sink into the floor. “I’m cursed.”

Across the dungeon, Theo Nott was collapsed over his cauldron, laughing so hard he nearly choked on his own spit. Pansy Parkinson was patting his back halfheartedly as she rolled her eyes.

Mattheo didn’t even bother looking over. He just sighed-long and soul-weary-then turned to you again. “He jinxed me,” he muttered. “Some twisted charm that makes it so I can only speak compliments. To you.”

“To me?”

“Yes, you.” He looked like he wanted to punch the table. “Can’t insult you. Can’t argue with you. Can’t even call you a bloody menace without blurting out that your voice sounds like it was dipped in sugar and wrapped in silk.”

Your lips curled, slow and mischievous. “You poor thing.”

He glared.

“Careful,” you said lightly. “You might end up saying something sweet again.”

“I hate you.”

Nothing came out.

He opened his mouth again, visibly trying, and finally snapped, “Your smile could bring a man to his knees.”

Silence.

You blinked once. Then twice. “…Holy shit, this is amazing.”

“You’re gorgeous,” he gritted through his teeth.

You were beaming now, chin perched in your hand. “How long does it last?”

“No idea.”

You leaned closer, just to test the waters. “And you really can’t say anything mean?”

Mattheo inhaled sharply, narrowed his eyes at you like you’d just issued a challenge-and said in a low, resigned growl, “You’re the smartest person in this room, your laugh makes me lose my train of thought, and I’ve spent years pretending you don’t drive me absolutely mad.”

Your stomach did something weird. A flip. Or a flutter.

Maybe both.

But you weren’t about to let him see it.

You tilted your head, innocent. “You were saying something about me being a menace?”

Mattheo groaned and let his head thump down against the table.

“Kill me now.”

[nhmkhnh]

older!vi x younger!fem!reader

preface: vi knew she shouldn’t fall for someone ten years younger— but then you smiled at her like she hung the damn stars.

author's note: just replaying the song "older" by isabel larosa, the moods was on and the inspiration hit, so i wrote, haha. i also have chat bot on janitor ai abt this topic (here!).

wrn: lowercase, age gap (v: 29; r: 19)

masterlist / janitor ai / c.ai / carrd

vi first noticed you during her downtime—something rare in itself. you were sitting at the back of a cozy piltover café, legs swinging, sipping a drink with so much whipped cream it defied gravity. your hair was tied in little bows. you were doodling on a napkin and chewing your straw. something about you made her stop walking. you looked like a dream—like something that shouldn’t exist in her world. she thought, jesus, she’s young. but then you looked up, caught her staring—and smiled. fuck.

vi tried to keep her distance. she's lived enough years and seen enough shit to know better. you were nineteen. still a baby. she told herself she’d get over it. but then you kept showing up—same café, same silly drinks, same playful energy. one day you sat at her table and said, “you look cool. like someone who’s been punched a lot but still wins.” vi stared at you like you'd grown a second head. “that a compliment, cupcake?” “totally,” you giggled. that’s when she realized: she was screwed.

the age gap lives in her head like a siren. when you get excited about a new lipstick or show her a silly meme, vi has to bite her tongue. you say stuff like “i just got into adulting!” while she’s thinking about the prison years she clawed through. you’re full of sparkles and soft pastel energy, and every time you throw your arms around her neck and kiss her cheek, she has to remind herself to breathe. you’re a baby. but you’re her baby. maybe.

vi is protective to an annoying degree. you think it’s cute—until she’s dragging you behind her when someone bumps into you. she scans every room you enter together like she’s on a mission. she once almost decked a guy for grabbing your wrist at a club. “vi!” you’d squeaked. “it’s fine!” she’d just growled, “no, it’s not.” she has this irrational belief that anyone who looks at you too long is trying to corrupt something pure. you laughed and said, “babe, i like chaos.” she muttered, “not on my watch.”

people talk. they always do. jinx teases her, caitlyn raises an eyebrow, even vander’s memory would probably side-eye her. “ten years?” someone once whispered when they saw you holding hands. vi heard it. she always hears it. but she never lets it reach you. instead, she smiles, squeezes your hand, and throws an arm around your shoulder. later, she grumbles to cait, “you think i don’t know the gap? but the kid’s smarter than half the people i’ve met. she's got more heart too.” and it’s true. you chose her. and she’ll defend that choice with fists if she has to.

you love teasing her. “you’re such an older woman,” you coo, eyes wide and mock-innocent. “do your knees hurt when we cuddle on the floor?” vi scowls and threatens to toss you out the window. but she secretly lives for it. you once called her “hot and milf-coded” and she nearly choked on her drink. you leave lipstick marks on her biceps on purpose. she pretends to be annoyed. but then she flexes that arm in the mirror later and smiles like an idiot. you ruin her. she lets you.

you wear crop tops with tiny strawberries. you twirl in skirts and ask her, “does this make my butt cute?” she short-circuits every damn time. there’s this constant push-and-pull in her chest: keep you safe and precious vs. throw you on the bed and make you cry her name. you don’t even know how dangerous you are. you hold her pinky like it’s sacred. you leave glitter on her bedsheets. and she lies awake thinking: i shouldn’t touch her. i shouldn’t want to. but i do. you ask her if you’re too much. she whispers, “never.”

she has a whole routine when you sleep over. you hog her pillow. you steal the covers. you sleep like a kitten—soft, warm, mumbling nonsense. vi never minds. she stays awake longer than you, just to watch. she brushes your hair behind your ear. traces the curve of your cheek. you’re everything she didn’t think she’d deserve. everything soft and sweet and stupidly good. one time you murmured “love you” half-asleep and she had to go to the kitchen and splash water on her face like she was in a movie.

meeting caitlyn was a trip. “is that her?” cait whispered with a grin when she saw you. “the one who makes you blush?” vi hissed, “don’t you dare.” you introduced yourself all sweet, and caitlyn just smiled. the two of you hit it off like besties and vi stood there, arms crossed, heart racing. she felt out of place—too rough, too loud, too her. but then you looked at her across the room, eyes full of affection, and mouthed mine. vi’s chest ached. she didn’t know how she got this lucky.

vi’s box under the bed has a lock. inside are your little notes: sticky tabs with “drink water or i’ll cry >:(”, doodles of her punching stars, napkins with your lipstick kiss. she keeps the bracelet you made from beads. the tiny heart you folded out of a candy wrapper. you make her feel seventeen again—but safe this time. you paint her nails. you bring her snacks. you kiss her scars like they don’t scare you. everyone says vi’s a fighter. but for you? she melts. completely. no armor. no fear. just her and the girl who made her heart soft again.