#jinx x gender neutral reader

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Could you do Jinx x a Winged reader?? I loved ur ekko one! I feel like Jinx would use your feathers as bookmarks and collect them to stuff pillows so she can cuddle with you whenever. She would go nuts with them tbh

(I'm glad you liked my Ekko one and she very much so would do this lol)

Jinx x Winged!Reader

You're totally right when you say she would be going nuts for them

The absolute second she saw you, she was in awe

She was going million questions a minute just wanting to now how in heck you have wings

She always wants to be touching them at all times

Especially if they're fluffy and crap

When you hug her, please encase her with the wings

She finds so much warmth and happiness when you do that to her

Especially when cuddling because she feels so safe and loved

You can be going on about anything and he's sitting behind you, nodding while grooming your wings

She definitely wants to dye your wings with pops of color if she's able to

Even adding washable marker and pens to add her little marks on them like boom signs, bombs, and her monkey signal

She obviously is collecting the feathers that fall off

Each one she gets and each one she cherishes

She uses them as bookmarks, pens, accessories, literally anything under the sun

She loves finding them all over

She also loves if you can fly fast

She wants you to hold her while taking her for a fly

She'll even jump off the roof of a building or from a blimp just so you can save her

She probably met you when she was already Jinx and older but I can't deny that little specks of Powder and her childlike happiness shined through when she saw the wings

She wants to know everything and

[jinxs-gf]

beauty is in the eye of the beholder

pairings: jinx x reader

summary: You’re an artist, giddy at the thought of creating a portrait of Jinx, your lover. Except she can’t understand why you’d want a portrait of her.

content, warnings: jinx has cute aggression & insecurities, fluff! reader calls jinx ‘angel’ and jinx calls r her toots, too much description and it’s all barely edited D: pretty cringe but it’s okay

w.c. 2.2k

a.n. based off this request <3 again tysm anon ILY :)

You walk into the little corner of Jinx's room (the abandoned, giant space full of nothingness—that goes down...who knows how far) exclusively reserved for you. There's easels with and without canvases. Some covered in abandoned art, some finished, and some blank. The corner screamed you all over it. Especially the mess of unnecessary amounts of paint brushes, buckets, pencils, tore up paper...

Paint splotches and spills were scattered across your little desk and the floor (the work of you and Jinx).

There's particular squabbles of paint that you don’t mind. A happy face with a squiggly smile that's been there long enough to start chipping away. An uneven mess of hearts scattered in attempt to make the perfect one. Big words that read "I love you" in blue and smaller words next to it, "jinx waz here" in pink. The newest stain is on one of the many cans of your desk, a mark of her kiss. She'd quite literally painted her lips with bright purple and kissed the can, insisting it was there so her toots would never miss her.

Even though there's no time to miss her. Even though she resorts to bringing her work over to your tiny desk instead of keeping it to her very spacious one. You don't mind, the closer to your girlfriend the better. You pretend to be bothered though, only so she'd persist and annoy and squish into your space further.

You tie the apron, generously gifted by Silco, around yourself, excited to (hopefully) start a new, special project. It was gifted reluctantly of course. He tried to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal, but it was a very big deal. The eye of Zaun gift giving? Unheard of. You must be special. And you were, according to your blue haired menace that reminded you everyday. The very menace you affectionately named Angel.

"Toots!"

Jinx's gloved hands wrap around your body and suddenly, your back is crunched to her front. Her hands squeeze your tummy while nuzzling her face into you. Clearly she had missed you...for the whole minute you were separated.

It's like she can tell you were thinking it, "What? You didn't miss me while you were gone? You don't seem so excited I'm here." She's teasing like she always does. The edge and rasp in her voice so close to your neck doing wonders to the butterflies in your stomach.

But of course Jinx missed you. Could you really blame her? She hates every second you're apart, and she loves that you do too. So she's open about it, maybe more dramatic and a bit of a show off, but only to make you laugh and see you turn bashful. She loves getting you shy with her affections and teasing, unable to fathom the way you're wrapped around her finger the way she's wrapped around yours.

Your hands delicately grab her small, rough ones, turning yourself around to face her. "Don't even start with me, I'll tickle you to death if you keep up the accusations."

"Is that supposed the be a threat?" And oh, the pout is more real than sarcastic than she wants it to be. Like she genuinely doesn't like the idea of being threatened...by tickles (you know the idea is scary to Jinx, it's the truest form of torture she said once).

"Kind of." Your hands swing in the gap between the two of you. "Hey I actually had an idea. Care to hear?" It's something you've been wanting to do for a while now, giddy at the thought of it. Yet suddenly you find yourself a bit reluctant, still undoubtedly shy around your lover. You hope she'll say yes and that her teasing from this won't be too harsh.

"Hit me with it!"

"Will you let me draw you? Like a full portrait? I promise I'll do you justice!"

Jinx is sorry for it, but she stopped listening immediately, too enraptured by your connected hands, heart beating a little faster at the contact. You'll never know the effect you have on her (or so she thinks), she refuses to get teased even though she loves to tease you. She adores how flustered you get. Teasing is her love language, Jinx's way of showing her love for her toots. And when you decide it's unbearable enough, you'll shut her up with a kiss. Jinx will drag it out and annoy you for that reason alone. She counts on a messy kiss every time.

Unknowing of what to do with the sudden adoration creeping up on her, she pinches your hands hard.

Unfazed, you call her "Angel?"

"Hm?" She looks up and at you with so much affection. So much it stops you for a moment. Your giddiness to do this increases tenfold, her expression killing you in the best way possible. You can be extremely honest about this to soften her up, make her want to say yes.

"I'd like to draw you. Like really, really badly. I have for the longest time. You're just...stupidly pretty and it makes me feel so stupid and I want to scribble your face all over my canvases all the time. So...can I? You'll have to sit for me as reference." You say it as if you don’t have every bit of her memorized, which you completely do.

And for whatever reason, your menace (angel) is stunned. You notice it’s a bad kind of stunned, you realize quickly.

“…Me?”

“Yes?”

“But why?” Jinx asks quiet and unsure of herself. Her eyes look everywhere but you, she tries pulling back but you squeeze her hands. There’s a hint of anxiety around her, something she hasn’t experienced since she met you.

The mood switch and uncharacteristic behavior causes worry to stir in your chest. “Uhh, why wouldn’t I? You’re my girlfriend, you’re the prettiest girl in the Undercity and in Piltover! Trust me, none of those snotty ladies are as pretty-”

“You haven’t even been to Piltover.”

“I don’t need to go over there to know they don’t compare to you.”

She heaves a big sigh, your worry growing.

“I just- I'm not pretty or beautiful or any of the things you say I am. You call me angel when I'm far from that! You love art, it’s your thing, toots. Your passion and escape. How can you let someone like me ruin something you love so much? I don’t want to…I don’t know.”

When you don’t answer, she continues.

“I’m not worthy of so much time being spent on something so precious you know?” She says it like she hopes you’ll agree. You won’t.

“Angel,” you let go of her hands to cup her face, needing her to hear you. “Of course you’re worth spending time on. I love you. Do I not say it enough? I know I can be-”

“No, you say it lots and lots!”

“I’ll say it more. I need to make sure you believe it. And guess what? I meant what I said Angel. You’re the prettiest girl. The prettiest to exist. And you’re mine, do you know how lucky I am? You clearly don’t understand how much I feel for you. You’re worth every second I’m gonna spend on your portrait, you understand?”

And finally, her smile is back, gone is the unsure frown.

Jinx nods and you nod while smiling with her, going in for a kiss…multiple kisses. Kisses all over her precious face, because she deserves to feel loved. To know that she’s loved.

You can be put your timidness to the side for the hour. She needs your confidence in your feelings right now. Your confidence in her.

"Now get in my lap, I need a better look at your pretty face." Your teasing demand flusters her. She immediately settles in your lap so your chests touch. It wasn't everyday (really ever) that you spoke to her like that, always too shy to do so. But Jinx finds that she kind of likes it, she wants you to demand contact with her, especially in a position like this. It makes her feel gooey inside. Butterflies uncontainable.

It's not exactly ideal, you're not used to having your girlfriend in your lap while sketching. But you wanted this, and it's not making it impossible. All you have to do is wrap your arms around her pretty waist and rest your chin on her shoulder. It's perfect.

"For science huh? To 'get a better look' at me was it? Toots, if you wanted me in your lap you coulda just said that!" She teases, assuming you just wanted her there to have a more accurate picture.

You quietly confess, "jus' wanted you in my lap." Giving her waist a squeeze while you sketch her jaw.

You can tell you've stumped her (but this time in a good way). She's gone impossibly quiet and still. Warm too, just like she always does when you attempt to flirt. The two of you were truly unable to get over and deal with the timidness of being affectionate. Of being together.

And just like always, she melts. Like how ice cream does in the sun (a sugary delight you've been able to share with Jinx once). Her stiff back let's loose and she squeezes in return. She holds on like you'll disappear. You wouldn't. Not ever, because how could you? When you love her and when she loves you to death?

It’s quiet for the rest of the time you’re drawing, Jinx resorting to drawing patterns on your back, seemingly drifting off at some point. She internally scolded herself for it, not wanting you to think she was bored but it was taking a while. She wanted to have this moment with you though, it was so delicate, something that’s not occurred before. Especially with the earlier conversation. It was special.

You dot the last bit of her freckles on the white sheet. "All done," a kiss to the side of her head that makes her impossibly warm and dig her face deeper. "Needa color it in now." Color it with the paint the two of you always make a mess out of, there's no doubt in your mind it'll happen again.

She turns to finally look at it, her eyes wider than you've ever seen. "Holy shit toots, there's no way you did that!"

"Are you accusing me of cheating?"

"Maybe." She always knew you were the best artist of the Undercity (definitely not biased), you were just that good. But this was different. Was it because it was a drawing of her? Well...it was also the fact that it was so accurate. From her eyes, nose, mouth, jaw...even the way her hair curled in front of her face. And the scars, scars even she herself had forgotten about. But you remembered, you hadn't looked at Jinx once the whole time. You really did have her memorized huh? You didn’t have to say it, the way you insisted she sat in your lap instead of on a different chair for reference and the drawing in front of her is enough proof.

Jinx needed to go look in whatever was left of her shattered mirror to see this. She couldn't believe how pretty she looked on a piece of paper. She couldn't believe you took the time to do this. That you even wanted to in the first place. Jinx has been flustered and felt her heart beating awfully fast just from your gaze alone. But she thinks her heart might be about ready to explode, much like her countless monkey bombs or firelights.

She's unsure how to contain or show this rush of deep, deep affection, so she pushes your face from where it's searching her reaction and jumps out your lap, rushing for your paint cans.

You're kind of confused, but also accepting of her reaction. You're used to it, not that she always runs away due to avoiding feelings. Definitely not. Jinx was one to have so much affection for something or someone that you just...want to pinch, squeeze or...bite it. Luckily she hasn't got you (yet). It was a little shove, probably to prevent herself from sinking her teeth into your cheek. (You truly wouldn't have minded) (you kind of would have, it hurts).

She's back in front of you holding up a bucket half full of bright blue paint. At her feet she's set down small cans of various blues, pinks, and purples. Her favorite colors, obviously.

"Here ya go toots!” There’s no doubt in your mind you’ll be making a mess with the paint when you’re done.

Except, you haven’t even picked out a paint brush before you feel her hands grab your waist from behind, the familiar feeling of paint transferring from her touch to your body.

You look back at her, squinting. “Excuse me?”

“What? Can’t grab my toots’ love handles?”

You turn around, grabbing her hands and pulling her closer to you. You take a peak at her handy work, the blue on your waist making you feel things. You won’t let her know that though.

“Two can play at that game.”

“Try me then toots.”

You release your hands from hers and cup her face with them, leaving blue prints of your palms on her cheeks.

[unluckiestmember]

Arcane Characters + Working at the Brothel

Summary: You finally got a job! But it’s at the brothel. Here’s how the Arcane cast reacts to it. 

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Viktor, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Mel, Jayce, Vander

Warning: None. Mostly SFW, some suggestive themes here and there though.

A/N: I personally would never work at the brothel. But if I did, you can catch me in the same room as the Brothel Girl ;)

Jinx

“You got a job?! That’s great news, toots! Where?... The brothel? Awesome! I’ll try and go there every week- No every day- No, no no! Every hour!”

Will literally be a super supportive girlfriend. She’s just excited at the fact you actually got a job after you’ve been complaining about being unemployed for so long. She happily goes to the brothel almost every day you work just to be your client. The visits are sweet, but also weird because sometimes she’ll pay you even though you both live together. But her actions are appreciated.

Vi

“Oh, you got the job? No way, that’s awesome! What’s the job though?... You’re working at the brothel? Huh. Okay.”

Honestly, Vi is okay with your line of work. Though she would lie if she said she wasn’t a little fearful for you. You are her lover after all! You mean the world to her and if she was to hear that someone touched you wrong or cussed you out for doing your job, she would probably kill someone. Luckily, her fear subsided when she spoke with Babette, who assured her nothing bad would happen to you. Sometimes Vi will surprise you at work when she’s done with her job early or has a day off. When she’s your client, you two will either talk for hours on end or use the many experimental rooms around you to your advantage. Wink wink-

Caitlyn Kiramman

“Congratulations on getting the job, darling. What will you be doing for work?... Oh. Um. Well, um. Alright. N-No, don’t worry. I’m okay… Why the brothel?”

Caitlyn is honestly against it. She might play coy and act like she’s alright with you talking to and doing things with strangers in Zaun, but she’s actually upset when you first tell her. She gives you a somewhat cold shoulder attitude for a few days until you confront her about it. It takes her some time, but she slowly warms up to you working at the brothel. She’ll sometimes show up and say she’s a customer to talk to you about her day. Be ready to have her visit you during hours if she’s had a terrible day at work.

Viktor

“Where will you be working now?... The brothel? Okay. Are you sure you want to work there though? I heard of the sort of things that happen there.”

Viktor is not against you working at the brothel. He just needs to make sure you’ll be safe. He knows Zaun can be shady with their business transactions, let alone that Zaunites can get handsy for little to no reason. If you assure him you’ll be okay, he’ll believe you. However, this doesn’t change that he will always be concerned about you when you’re at work. He’ll go to the brothel sometimes on his break just to check up on you. You can try and make him stay there for a visit, but he’ll politely decline. Besides, that’s not really his kind of setting.

Ekko

“The brothel, huh? What do you do there?... Oh, talk? That’s cool. So like therapy?... Woah. Woah! You sure you wanna do that?!”

Ekko will be super skeptical of your new line of work. He’s usually not a jealous guy, but when he hears that people will be paid to do whatever they want to you, he loses it. It’s not until you tell him that you have the decision to decline offers and choose what boundaries you have does he calm down a bit. He knows you are your own person, so he’ll let you stay at the brothel. But he’ll never tell you he has some firelights scoping out the area for your safety… Oops.

Silco

“You? Working at the brothel? I don’t think so, my love. I don’t think so…”

Silco is definitely against you working at the brothel. He knows about the kind of men and women that go there. Hell, he knows that Sevika goes there! You can try your damndest to go to work, but this man will use any excuse and obstacle he can find. Walking there? Oh no, an investigation was happening at the entrance. Got called in? Gonna have to decline because you had to go on a mission with Sevika. Because of his actions, you almost lose your job just as quickly as you got it. You know Silco’s secretly being a clingy boyfriend, but there’s so far you can go before your actions are borderline ridiculous.

Sevika

“... Wait. What?”

Sevika will be so confused as to why you got a job at the brothel. She’ll also become more cautious of going there. She’s a regular customer, so if she were to go one day and hear that one of the clients has been talking about her rendezvous to you? She’ll just want to crawl into a hole and die. After a few days of her avoiding you, she tells you about her visits. You’re understandably upset, but you forgive her as long as she hasn’t and doesn’t cheat on you. From that day forward, Sevika is still a regular, but she’s also your number one client.

Mel Medarda

“That’s good to hear, honey. Where will you be working?... Like hell you are.”

You can argue, you can talk it out, you can do sweet things for her, but Mel will never let you work at the brothel. She knows from her time in Noxus and through her mother how those kinds of places work. So the last thing she needed was to see or imagine you having one on one time with someone in an inappropriate manner for money. She doesn’t care if you can choose what happens to you, she will still stand against it. Before you know it, you’ve lost your job. But luckily Mel is quick to help you find another.

Jayce Talis

“So you’re working at the brothel? What’s that? Like a church or something?”

The poor innocent fool that is known as Jayce. He has spent his entire life in Piltover, never setting foot outside of the topside to explore the undercity. So of course he doesn’t know what a brothel is! He will think you have a sweet job helping people worship an entity or guide them in life. One day though, he chose to give you a surprise visit. And when he saw what you were actually doing? Well, let’s just say Babette closed the brothel down for a while when a bunch of enforcers came crashing through her place with a vengeance. By the way, you were fired.

Vander

“You finally got a job? That’s great to hear. So where is it, huh?... Oh, the brothel. You just gave me a reason to start going back there.”

Vander is supporting your work at the brothel. This big softy will literally pop up there occasionally to be your client for the entire day. He will take advantage of all the different rooms the brothel has and the services it provides with you by his side. Though you both have one rule; Never let the kids know, no matter what. Even if they question your line of work, keep your mouth shut. The last thing they need is their minds being blown when they hear what you do for a living.

Arcane requests are currently open! :D

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[itztim3todi3]

ʜᴜɢs ʜᴜɢs

Headcanons of how I think their hugs are/how they react to hugs(?) :)

Requests | Open (read rules on pinned first)

Fandoms | Demon Slayer, Seven Deadly Sins, Arcane-League of Legends, and Spy x Family

Platonic or Romantic? | Can be either (went for more romantic I think)

ᴋʏᴏᴜᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ (ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ sʟᴀʏᴇʀ)

His hugs are warm and refreshing, like a bear hug due to his flame breathing

Hes typically always warm, due to this breathing, plus it's just who he is

This is one of the times that he's, usually, quiet

He likes to remember these moments when you're in his arms because, as sad as it is, it could be the last time

He wants to wrap his arms around your frame, smaller or larger, and just hold you close, breathing in your scent and basking in your warmth

He likes the feeling of your arms wrapping around his frame, your lips kissing his cheek lightly before burying your head into his shoulder/chest

ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀʟᴇǫᴜɪɴ (sᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ sɪɴs)

His hugs are shy yet protective, his small stature making it a bit hard for him to wrap his arms around your waist (unless you're his height/shorter)

He likes to have your head on his chest, whether you're smaller or taller than him, he likes the feeling of being able to protect you

But he does love cuddling into your stomach or chest, he likes feeling protected himself, to feel loved and wanted as you play with his hair

Affection is new to him, hes not that used to it but he loves it, hes just a little shy about it

ᴊɪɴx (ᴀʀᴄᴀɴᴇ-ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴏғ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs)

Her hugs are fun, tight, and usually playful! She loves to squeeze you and swing you around as she holds you close

Her laugh is echoing in the room as she hears your pleas to be let go, but she knows that you don't want her to let go

There are those moments when she just wants a soft, calming hug

Your hands gently running through her hair or down her back, words of reassurance falling from your lips as she buries her face into your neck

She likes to fall to her knees in front of you when she's feeling down and just burry herself into your stomach, sometimes lifting your shirt for skin-on-skin contact

She loves how warm it is, and how much it makes her feel safe and at home

ʏᴏʀ ғᴏʀɢᴇʀ (sᴘʏ x ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ)

Her hugs are a bit awkward yet soft, her hands automatically rubbing your back in comfort, her muscles a bit stiff but relaxing when she senses no danger

She loves hugs, she never really got affection from anyone besides her brother so she loves it 

She loves the way your hands fit perfectly on her hips, the way her head seems to fit into your neck like a puzzle piece

She loves how it's quiet enough that she can hear your heartbeat but it's not too quiet as she hears your voice mumbling things to her or the air conditioner running in the background

She loves how your warmth stays on her skin as your hands leave hers, her mind begging her to pull you back in and just keep you there for the rest of eternity

[fangirlpostsfangirlthings]

Somewhere in Those Eyes

gif by @rocketjinx

summary: whereas everyone sees a dangerous and crazy, harm to society, you see a vulnerable girl who just wants to be loved.

warnings: self harm mentioned, angsty ig, barely proofread

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this is completely based off those scenes where she has THAT look on her face. she’s innocent your honor ☹️ (me when I feed into my delusions)

There's been quite a few instances when you've considered slapping a sticker on your girlfriend that read fragile.

And this is certainly one of those times.

Not that she's not strong or that she can't handle herself.

Well mentally- that’s exactly what it meant. She had trouble figuring out her feelings and finding the proper ways to express them. Ways that weren’t harmful to herself or others.

It was little inconveniences or side comments like she's not good enough or she messed everything up again that got Jinx in her head.

It was sick and twisted, people knew her upbringing, they knew exactly what triggered her. So why actively try to agitate her and get on her bad side, then go and complain about how horrible of a person she is? What sense did that make? Why make her suffer like that?

You hated people sometimes.

It wasn't her fault she was like this, she's a product of her environment. It's a mix of the people around her and the way she was raised by Silco.

It's not her fault.

Jinx was an amazing girl, so lovable and bubbly, sarcastic and funny, and not to mention super intelligent.

Oh and a bonus, she was the most beautiful girl to exist. You were sure of it.

How could anyone hate her?

You'll never understand it.

You followed Jinx to her “lair” after one of Silco's goons had manipulated her into thinking their failed mission was her fault.

Well. You followed her after you beat his face in, but that's not the point.

It was in fact his own fault. But he didn’t want to humiliate himself and knew it was easier to blame Jinx because everyone else would believe it.

Once you caught up, you could easily tell she was on the verge of a breakdown. Her eyes were welled up with tears, brows furrowed in upset. Her lips turned down and wobbling.

You kneeled in front of her, taking hold of her shaking hands that were covered in her black, leather gloves.

“Hey, look at me, yeah?" You pleaded softly.

Her eyes hesitantly met yours, face crumbling completely when she saw your worried expression.

"Hey, c'mere." You cooed and pulled her into your lap, keeping her as close as possible.

She needed this. She needed someone to console her before she could self destruct. You loved being that person as much as you hated it.

You loved her, and you’d do anything to help her heal, even if the process would be a long and grueling one. But you hated that you had to see her this way, wishing you could snap your fingers and take the pain away.

She just needed someone who had a lot of love to give, and patience. Luckily you had both of those.

As much as she didn’t believe it, she was easy to love.

•°•

You hated seeing her like this.

Jinx was screaming, yelling for the voices to go away, and throwing different objects across the room. Some flying off the edge and into the void of her lair.

But you had to let her do it. It wasn't the healthiest way to deal with her emotions but unfortunately, there wasn’t a better way to go about it. Unless you wanted to get hurt. And she wouldn’t hurt you, not on purpose anyways. But you didn’t want to startle her when she was so in her head like this. Jinx wouldn’t be able to trust herself if she hurt you. She’d blame herself, she’d believe even further that she was a monster and pull away from you. She’d be at a distance, and probably harm herself as punishment.

You couldn’t have that.

So as horrible as it was, it was the best way to get her to calm down when she was severely agitated like this. You just had to make sure she didn’t hurt herself.

It hurt you though.

Watching her do this to herself. But again, not even your soft and soothing words could bring her down when she was this in her head. So you had to wait it out for now. For now, you reminded yourself.

At a certain point you have to intervene and bring her back to herself.

This was Jinx. The person who came from misfortune, loss, and suffering.

You only had glimpses of Powder. When she'd excitedly wiggle her new gadget in your face, showing it off.

Or when she'd trip over her own two feet from merely walking.

As much as you hated to admit it to yourself, you missed the old her sometimes.

You wanted Powder back. Not because you didn’t want to deal with Jinx’s “crap.” But because Powder didn't go through an incredible amount of loss and pain, Powder didn't have the weight of guilt from her family's death looming over her.

It was tearing Jinx apart.

You loved all parts of your girlfriend. But when she got like this? It only did harm to your poor heart.

You watched as Jinx took a shuddering breath in attempt to keep herself together.

You ran and held her in your arms. She started crying, her body shaking violently from the aftershocks of her meltdown.

"It's okay, let it out," you spoke into her hair, your words barely above a whisper.

She dug her face deep into your neck. Her cries and soft pleas destroying you.

"Make it stop, please. Make it go away."

You couldn't take it.

She didn't deserve this.

You held her tightly in your arms, a hand running soothingly over her back while rocking your bodies.

She calmed down after a while.

You pulled her head back and brought your foreheads together, rubbing the undersides of her eyes to catch her tears.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

She shook her head, eyes closing, she just wanted to be with you. She wanted to focus solely on you and your soft hands, on the rhythm of your beating heart, your kind words.

And so you let her. You guided Jinx to the couch and pulled her to lay on top of you while her tears slowly came to a stop.

"You'll be here when I wake up?"

When were you not? And why would you ever want to leave her?

You nodded in reassurance, "I'll be here when you wake up."

She kissed your collarbone in gratitude, silently hoping it'll speak for itself. That it'll tell you all the things she can't bring herself to say.

Thank you for loving me. You mean everything to me. I don't deserve you.

•°•

This was your girlfriend. When she was free of worries and Mylo’s voice wasn’t bothering her. This was what you worked for.

She was purely content in swaying her pencil around and making noises as she distracted herself by imagining it to be a plane flying.

Soft pews rung in the air as she played with the pencil. It was healing to watch, even though your heart squeezed, it was a good type of pain. It was feeling love to the point of it being overwhelming.

You watched her inner child heal before your eyes, you watched as your girlfriend treated her pencil as a toy, enjoying it because her whole childhood was ripped away from her.

Something that was very common in the undercity.

But you couldn’t think about that now, only quietly huffing a laugh as she got right back to sketching her next- whatever it was she was coming up with today. All you knew when you peeked over her shoulder is that she was adding cat ears to it, you smiled.

You laid your palm on her table next to hers sketching, leaning your weight there.

Your bodies were nearly touching, both feeling the heat of each other.

She smiled at you, the goggles that lay on her head made a mess of her hair.

“Hiya toots,” you stomach filled with butterflies, brain going fuzzy all of a sudden as your mind blanked. All you could think about was how in love you were.

She hummed along to the music playing, bobbing her head to the beat.

She let out an approving hum to herself at the sketch she created, now getting up to gather the supplies needed.

You helped her grab some and sat on her chair, already reading the giddy look on her face.

She plopped down on your lap, her cheerful mood turning more ecstatic. Her once soft and content smile now beaming.

You loved that look on her face. You loved being the reason for that look on her face.

You wrapped your arms around her torso and squeezed lightly, tugging her against you to be as close as possible. You noticed how her cheeks tinged bright red when your chin rested on her shoulder, trying to get a good look at her pretty face.

Jinx shook her head, trying to hide her giddy expression by pushing her hot cheek to your forehead, but it was too late.

“It tickles,” she giggles out.

“What tickles?” You unwrap your arms momentarily, gently tapping your fingers against her stomach. She flinches and squeals, pushing your arms away while also pushing her body from yours. You pull her back, resuming your position in cuddling.

“You silly. I meant my stomach. It was already tickling before you did that.”

What was she talking about?

“Care to be a little more specific? I’m not quite understanding what you mean…” you said in a teasing manner but fully meaning it.

“The butterflies.” Oh…

Oh!

You wanted to die, the strong affection and love you felt for her was suddenly too much.

You did that to her, you had that affect on her.

You were fully convinced you’d do anything for Jinx. Anything to keep that giddy smile on her face. She wanted the last toy that was taken by that kid? Sorry little guy. Someone talked bad to or about her? You won’t here from them again. She gets angry at the the rickety, old street lamp that’s been there for years because she wasn’t paying attention and crashed into it? Guess that’s one less light down in the streets.

The point is.

Jinx wasn’t the horrible villain that Zaunites depicted her to be. Maybe she wasn’t innocent, but she was still just a girl in this fucked up world that forced her to be this way. A girl that deserves good after all the bad she’s been through.

You were on her side, and you always will be.

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[demigoddessqueens]

Jinx and Vi (separately) x Fem reader! building a cozy blanket fort? inside is full of plushies, snacks, lights to make it even more cozy

Just chilling with their s/o ❤️

Have an amazing day/night! Hope you accept my request

Sure thing!

This sounds so cute!

Jinx

If you have a bunch of arts & crafts stuff in the fort, she’ll love you forever!! The plushies are having a tea party, Jinx is painting your nails while munching on chips and 🍬, and the rock music is blaring from a stereo

Vi

She’ll slump her shoulders in relief, and crawl to your side. Snuggles and cuddles first, maybe a few massages and kisses. That weighted blanket will work miracles at unwinding. Vi truly does appreciate the lengths you go to make her feel cared for

[sadcat5544]

“I know you better than you think.”Jinx x General Neutral reader.

This is a rough draft. I wanted to post another post anyway and practice my writing a bit more. So this scene takes place in the long-awaited season two. Your character (along with the entire main cast) has managed to capture Jinx and have her held prisoner awaiting trial possibly being sent to death. You believe she can be changed and deep down still has feelings for you, so you do whatever it takes to save her, even if it means your own death.

You approached the jail cell, alone in the dark, wet silent dungeon. Despite Piltover having a bright and beautiful future, their prison system was still shit. The cell was dark and cold, with very little light to shine through. A figure sat in the middle of the darkness with its knees to its chest, two bloodshot pink eyes staring back at you between the bars, like a monster in the darkness.

“Come to throw peanuts at the monkey like the rest of the zookeepers?” The figure asked in a raspy voice.

“I just want to talk.”

The figure scoffed, stood up, and walked slowly over to the cell door. Blue and pink fingernails interlocked between the bars and she pressed her face against the opening, not once ever taking her eyes off of you. You stood strong with your arms by your side and your head held high. Jinx looked at you with a small malicious smirk. “How's your side holding up? Still a little sore are we?”

You subconsciously reach over to your scar. A flashback plays in your head to you backing up from a hug. After releasing her from a hug you heard a loud popping sound and stepped back. Looking down to your stomach, you see a red hole and blood began to form and pour from it. your wound.

“So you came to try and talk some “sense” into me huh?” she air quoted while chuckling softly.

“No, just to talk.”

“About?”

“Whatever you’d like..”

She tilted her head and sneered. “What if I don’t want to talk?”

You placed your hands in your pockets and walked slowly over to the cell. Despite your outside demeanor, you will always have that need for comfort. Deep down you want to believe she can change. You long for the old Jinx, the beautiful, crazy girl who taught you how to shoot and advance your mechanic skills. That was your jinx, the one you knew. You long for the jinx that you love. The person in the cell with pink eyes and a malicious smile is not her.

“I'm not going to force you to,” you look around the jail hallway. “Despite how things seem right now, I promise I'm not your enemy. I want to help you.”

A sad smile formed on her lips and her eyes took a kinder appearance. In a twisted way, she almost looked like the old Jinx. The person you love.

“Same old (Y/N), always looking out for the little people.” her small smile turned back to a smirk. “If you think I'm going to stand here and listen to your bullshit, You know Silco was right, in the end, everyone betrayed us. I'm alone.”

“I'm trying to help you, Jinx.” you pleaded.

“Really? I don't see you in a cell.” she scoffed while lazily rolling between the bars.

“I was trying to save the city, not burn it to the ground!” you retorted. She giggled while glaring at you.

“That's rich! Judging by such a good job you've done, I’d even go as far as to say that you’re a class act!” she said snickering. You lowered your gaze and you tightened your arms closer to your body.

“I've made my mistakes, I'm not going to deny it. But what I've done has been to help people to the best of my ability.”

“Spoken like a true hero (Y/N).”

“Please sweets I-”

She slammed her hands against the bars, causing you to flinch slightly. “Do. Not. Call. Me. That.” she seethed slowly. Her grip around the bars tightened making her already pale knuckles turn stark white. “You lost the right to, the minute you betrayed me.” Her anger grew. “You’re no hero, you’re a failure. You failed to save Piltover, you failed to stop the movement of shimmer and you failed to save me.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. How did things come to this? Why does she insist on hurting you like this? You turned away slightly and quickly wiped away your tears. No matter how much she treated you like this, you refused to have anyone see you as such. Not for being seen as weak, you already had enough of that going around. You hated when people you love or care for saw you break down. You didn't see it with your back turned, Jinx’s anger had died down her expression faltered to a mixture of regret and sadness. Slowly she lessened her grip on the bars of the cell and reached out for you partially, pulling her hand back through and back onto the bars.

“They want to execute you, you know?” you said still facing the other direction.

“And I guess I'm supposed to thank you for not allowing that to happen?” she asked.

Sighing you turn back around. “They don't know I'm here right now.” she narrowed her eyes a bit.

“So what's your point?”

You step forward cautiously. “The citizens of Piltover and Zaun don’t know you as I do. They see you as this vile, horrible, bomb-toting psycho who will kill anyone in her way no matter what the cost. They see you as a monster Jinx.” you say sadly.

“Well, they’re right.” she smiled. This made your heart drop down to hell.

“You are not a monster Jinx.”

“Yes, I am. I’ve accepted it, why haven't you?” she spat.

“Really? Ok, prove it.” She eyes you up and down as you walk toward her cell door and unlock it. You pull open the door and step back. “You're free to leave.”

Jinx looked up at you and smirked with her devilishly pink eyes trained on you. “Oh really?” she giggled. Like a cat, she leaped off her cot and strutted towards the open cell door, and stopped at the entrance.

You don't answer her, you look away from her predatory gaze and glance at the floor.

“For a smart guy, this was an incredibly stupid move (Y/N).” she giggles, baring her teeth like a predator. Crossing her arms she continues to look at you, you can feel her gaze burning into your soul. “What’s the catch toots?” she asked.

“Like I said you are free to leave, but to do so, you have to kill me.”

Her smile widens. “Is that all? Really?” she steps out of the cell and invades your personal space immediately. Your gaze meets hers unwavering. You stare into her pink eyes looking to see if you even see a fraction of the person. That once was. “You want to fight, is that it?” she asked smiling widely and unervingly.

“No, I don't want to fight you, Jinx. Like I said you can leave, but you have to kill me first.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” she warns. As soon as she moves, you pull her pistol out and aim it at her as quickly as you can. She runs almost directly into the barrel of the gun and holds her hands up. Her eyes were wide as saucers and shocked as all can be. She smiles and backs up slowly, putting on a pouty, almost innocent expression. “Oh no, (Y/N) you wouldn't shoot little ole me now would you?” she mocked.

You lower put the safety on and twirl the pistol around your finger until the barrel is facing downwards and you raise it to her. She looks at you confused and then snatches the gun away with annoyance added to her voice “, That's no fun, at least make it a challenge toots.”

“I told you I'm not going to fight you.”

She smiles and slowly walks toward you. “Maybe I should shoot you again, remind you that I'm not that person anymore. That jinx that you loved? She’s gone. I'm all that remains.”

“Good, then this should be easy for you.” You say. She looks down at the gun and back at you. Her grip tightened around the handle. “What are you waiting for?” you ask. She turns her gaze back onto you, glaring at you. “Here, let me make it easier for you.” you grab her hand with the gun and you raise it to your forehead, and place the barrel between your eyes. Her eyes widen and her hand starts to shake a little bit.

“What's the big deal?” You ask. “You’re the big bad villain everyone says you are right? This is what they do! They kill their friends and family.” she lowers her gaze a bit. “Their loved ones,” you say quietly. “They do whatever is necessary to get what they want right?...RIGHT?!” you say sharply, yanking her arm harshly. A scowl grows on her face and her jaw tightens. “Come on, Sweets, kill me.”

She raises the gun and cocks the hammer back. Her arm shaking like a leaf and her eyes glaring into yours. A silence fell over the both of you. A few seconds roll by as they seem like hours. She tightens her grip on the gun and growls. Still nothing. “You can’t do it, can you?” you ask. You reach out slowly and push the barrel down towards the floor. “No matter what you tell yourself or what others may say, you still care. Otherwise, you would have killed me that night.”

“I missed.” she scoffed.

“No. You missed it because you chose to. I've seen you shoot before and not once have you ever missed a shot. Even when you are distracted you always hit your target. You wouldn't have missed it unless you had meant to.” you say. “Underneath all that hate and shimmer is still the Jinx I fell in love with. It's still you and I’ll never give up on you, no matter what happens.”

Tears fell from her cheeks. She let go of the gun and it clattered to the floor. She wiped the tears as they fell and you walked closer to her and lightly wrapped your arms around her. She flinched at the tender touch at first but then slowly melted into your hug and cried Into your chest. Her sobs were muffled by your jacket. You wrapped around her tightly and lowered your jaw on the top of her head. You closed your eyes as a few tears of your own slowly fell from your cheeks.

“It's going to be ok, I’m going to get you out of here,” you said.

I hoped you guys enjoyed it. Please let me know if you want me to try and write any particular ones you would like to see, I'm trying to practice my writing and that should include any genre. Thank you for reading.

[masturbucky]

hi! could you write a fic of Jinx x reader where everything is just fun? maybe a little fluffy too

Game Night!

Jinx x gn!reader

Pure funny fluff! That's the only thing I came up with, hope that's a good thing, thanks for your request! Not a lot but I reeeally enjoyed writing it :D

Saturday night. Oh, if you think that Jinx likes Saturday nights, that's a HUGE understatement.

SHE LOVES SATURDAY NIGHTS, OKAY?

Comfy pillows. Blankets. Snacks. Video games. And, the most importantly, your cute butty!

"HAHAHAH! YOU'RE SOOOO SLOW, PUMPKIN!"

Jinx literally jumps from her seat, tossing controller in your arms (instead of right on the floor like she did the last game night, which ended with her giggly "oops?") and doing a small winner dance on the couch. You only smile, leaving both controllers on your lap and watching your overexcited about her win in Injustice girlfriend.

"Not fair. You were cheating!" You lean back, playfully complaining with a whine. She rolls her eyes.

"Well it's only your problem if getting some kisses from your girlfriend is a distraction to you, duckling, cuz I DEFINITELY DID NOT, a'right?"

Jinx sits down, grabbing a handful of popcorn from shared bowl. You open your mouth expectantly, but instead of some popcorn you receive a playful bite on your lip and a laugh. You can't really help but laugh too, forgetting about popcorn immediately.

"'kay, babe, just kiddin' there. Here's your pity prize for your thrid lose in a row," She tosses some popcorn in your mouth, giggling. You whine in response, chewing on popcorn. "I mean seriously, you're so easy to distract! Could've just give up the win to me without even trying, sweets..." Jinx grins, leaning back and tossing the rest of popcorn in her mouth.

"SO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE DOING THAT ON PURPOSE!"

The next second pillow is tossed in her, she catches it with a pouty face, hugging the pillow and resting her head on it. Oh she knows what she's doing. Pouty face, her most deadly weapon.

"I was only tryna to show ya my undying love to you-u-u..."

Oh here she goes again.

You sigh, crawling closer to your girl, and hug her, placing small kisses to her temple and practically feeling the pout turn into winning grin again.

"Aww, not really convinced in yer sincerity there, cutie. Needa more kisses!"

And Jinx gets what she wants, always, who are you to reject your girl?

[ok-mongoose]

Making breakfast for Jinx

Jinx x reader oneshot

Summary: After Silco pushed up a deadline, Jinx has had to work late every night this past week. Jinx was really tired and she didn’t get much sleep so you decide to make breakfast in bed for her but your plan gets ruined.

Notes: I love Jinx so wanted to write a oneshot for her. Also reader and Jinx lives in an apartment not the giant fan thing in this.

Warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive

It was 3am and your girlfriend just went to bed after a few hours of building and inventing. She barely got any sleep in the past week. Silco pushing up the deadline for a weapon, Jinx has had no time to rest.

You decided that night as your girlfriend fell asleep that you were going to wake up early in the morning to make her favorite breakfast for her. You thought it might help her relax a bit, and god knows she needed to. She’s been staying up late all week and it was important to you that she has a nice break and to de-stress.

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As your eyes slowly opened trying to adjust to the bright morning light shining through the windows, you felt your girlfriend’s arm draped across your waist. You could feel her front pressed up against your back. The warm feeling spreading through your whole body as you remember who you’re in bed with, the love of your life and hopefully the person you’re going to spend the rest of your it with.

You slowly and reluctantly got out of bed, not wanting to leave the heat of Jinx’s body. You went to the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast.

You wanted to give your girlfriend a nice relaxing morning after all the stress of the night before and the past week. Since Silco moved up the deadline, Jinx has been stressed out so much. So you wanted to do something nice for her.

You decided to make her favorite eggs, pancakes and bacon on the side. As you were making the eggs you didn’t hear the footsteps of Jinx behind you. Just then you felt warm arms wrap around your waist. Jinx laid her head on you shoulder and snuggled into your neck giving you little kisses. You leaned your head to the side to give her more space for kisses and that’s what she did. Leaving soft feather kisses on the most sensitive part of your neck and then soon giving long open mouthed ones, leaving love bites along the way.

As much as you loved it, you needed to finish breakfast and you were a little disappointed your plan got ruined. But hopefully you could still save some of it.

“Stop it I have to finish breakfast” you said chuckling as she started kissing more. She stopped, reluctantly, after a few seconds.

“Whatcha doing baby?” You heard her gravelly voice, oh how you loved it so much. You could feel your cheeks heat up with the pet name she used. Even after years of dating she was still able to get you blushing like when you first met.

“I was going to make you breakfast in bed, but now it’s ruined” you said with a joking pout. You could feel a little chuckle from her chest that was pressed into your back.

“You still can, let me just get back in bed” She quickly kissed you cheek and did a little run-walk back to your room. You laughed at her eagerness not to ruin your plan.

A few minutes later, once you finished chopping up some fruit for the side, you put the food on a tray and started walking towards the room. Once you got there you saw Jinx laying in bed pretending to be asleep. You decided to play along, after all it was your plan.

You went up to her and pressed little kisses on her face whispering a few wake-ups. A few seconds later you saw her eyes flutter open.

“What a good way to wake up” you saw her little smirk and couldn’t help but laugh.

Once she sat up you did the whole morning greetings again.

“I love the breakfast but you know what I want to eat instead” she said with a smirk. You jokingly rolled your eyes.

“Come on just eat your breakfast and than we can do whatever you like” after you have her a peck on the lips she started eating like a mad man.

Once she was finished you guys sure did a lot of de-stressing that morning.

[eternal-armin]

slipping through my fingers. ii

jinx manages to revive you, but it isn't exactly what she expected. nor is it a very happy reunion. reader: neutral. cw: reader in extreme pain, distress, a very light mention of bile, mirroring the events of jinx's revival. for anyone wondering why jinx didn't revive [y/n] with shimmer, the reasoning will be explored in later parts.

looking at your body again, lying across a table in her hideout, jinx wanted to cry again. you were dirty, injured, after protecting her from that monkey bomb. without you, she would be dead. without you, ekko might have gotten the gemstone. without you, her entire plan would've crumbled like a weak foundation.

it was so cruel to take you away before seeing the success you would've brought. dick move, god, but jinx was gonna undo it either way. she cracked her knuckles, expression determined and unbroken. this was gonna be a long night of studying the arcane. but it would all pay off. this was gonna work. it was gonna work! and she would finally tell you how much you meant to her.

she worked quickly. she didn't have a choice.

every few seconds, she glanced at you. maybe you would move, you would breathe, blink, something, anything.

and at some point you... did. your shoulders moved and you breathed, shallowly, mumbling something that she didn't comprehend. she was too busy rushing over to you, shock numbing her senses.

"[y/n]?! toots, you- you're a... you're alive! oh god, please, say something. hey, c'mon. c'mon, you can say something, please!" carefully cupping your cheek, she looked over your face, your eyes just barely opened. for a split second, there was recognition in your gorgeous gaze. but it was snuffed out like a candle. jinx bit her lip, feeling overwhelmed again. did she just lose you for a second time?

no. no, she was gonna get you back. she was going to get you back.

"don't you worry a little bit, precious. you'll be back. and i will never, ever, ever let you die again. i promise." she pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

maybe you still felt it.

out of pitch blackness you gasped for air, choking on your own breath. your eyes shot open and your soul was shoved back into your body with no mercy, bringing you nothing but pure, searing-hot agony. you couldn't help but cry out, shutting your eyes tight again to try and keep from crying.

"[y/n]!" though murky, you could hear... a voice. it felt like you were supposed to recognize it.

was [y/n] you?

your resolve wasn't strong enough to keep back the tears. they spilled haphazardly, and your body convulsed with painful sobs. the pain was just getting worse and worse and nothing was helping, not like you had anything that could. your entire body, every single part of every nerve, was being stabbed with red-hot knives over and over and over but you never grew numb to it.

"[y/n], it's okay, it's okay, sweets, i'm here!"

someone took your hand in theirs, and you squeezed it tightly, your knuckles turning white.

"you can get through this, precious, you're okay. you're okay, you'll be okay!" seeing you like this broke her heart, almost as much as watching you die. but you weren't gonna die. never again. just like she promised.

with the comforting words of whoever this was, the pain finally became manageable. it still hurt like hell, and maybe that was where you were. but then it became bearable. then it faded into a dull, aching throb in your entire heavy body, mocking you by being just painful enough to keep you squirming, but hurting more when you moved. tears still stained your dirty face, and jinx did her best to wipe them away. but they simply didn't stop.

"h-hey, toots, you- are you okay? can you open your eyes for me? please, please, just look at me, okay?" the desperation which you heard made you even more afraid. not only did you just experience such searing pain you forgot your own name, but now you were greeted with a worried voice that you didn't recognize.

you obeyed, though. you always did.

your eyes swam with lingering pain and endless confusion. it hurt jinx to see that, but at least you were looking at her again. at least you could see her again.

"hey! hey, sweetheart! you're back...! oh, you're back! it worked, oh my god, it worked..." she hugged you, and the affection so deeply comforted you, yet your confusion still remained. perhaps it only got worse. your vision was clearer; you could see a little bit. you didn't recognize the place you were in nor the person who was embracing you. but you had a feeling that you should recognize them. the vaguest sense of deja vu. this should be familiar.

yet it wasn't.

"w-what... what happened? where am i? what's going on?" good god, you sounded terrible. your throat was scratchier than coarse sandpaper. in the back of your throat, you tasted copper. bloody bile.

"you... well, ya died, toots." she paused, inhaling deeply, trying to get it through her head that you were back. you were alive. there was no need to cry anymore. "i couldn't stand to lose you, so- so i promised i wouldn't. i had to bring ya back. don't hold it against me. i just- i love you so, so, so much it hurts sometimes and i was an idiot to never tell you that before. so i'm telling you now!" her tone and volume were all over the place. she pulled away from the hug, tenderly cupping your cheeks in her hands. "i love you. and not platonically either. i love you, i dedicate everythin' to you, and- a-and i wanna spend the rest of my life waking up to your gorgeous face."

the relief and adoration in her eyes couldn't have possibly been directed at you. it felt like you were enveloped in this beautiful warmth of love and yet you recalled nothing about where it came from. your heart ached for this person you didn't know, this person you should've known.

"so- so do you... love me back? y'know? do you wanna wake up with me too?" jinx's voice shook, though it was softer.

"i-i... i'm sorry. i don't know who you are." you had no recollection of this girl or your relationship. yet tears still blurred your vision when you saw that love seep out of her eyes, leaving them dark, horrified. her expression was molded to fit her eyes.

"what? what? no. no, no, no." she pulled away, stepping backward before beginning to pace. she filed through books for a few second, tossing them aside without care if they didn't have her answers. "fuck, did i do it wrong? no. no!"

within an instant, jinx turned back to you, slamming her hands down on the table beside you. the sound made you jump and flinch away. "no! no, i refuse to believe that! you're fucking with me! don't say that, you remember me! you've gotta!"

those eyes, that expression, that aura, everything about her screamed angry. her expression softened into pure shock, seeing the terror which you reflected back.

"please- please don't hurt me, i-i don't know you."

instantly she stepped back again, covering her mouth with her hand. "oh no... no. i just got you back. i can't lose you again." she sniffled, swallowing back her own cries.

"who are you? what is going on? i-i, i just- what is happening?"

the pain was steadily flowing out of your body and, therefore, out of your voice. jinx was once again greeted with that familiar, beautiful sound unique only to you. whether it made her feel better or worse was... inconclusive. maybe both.

"you really just don't remember me, huh." she chuckled. what else was she supposed to do? "i'm jinx. i was your best friend. i- i showed ya how to make bombs and other trinkets and you were such an incredible person, i can't- i can't believe i still managed to fuck this up! oh my god. oh god." with every word she spoke she got closer to crying. but she couldn't. please, not now, not ever.

just like before, you managed to keep your cool after a moment, even when jinx was panicking right beside you. "okay... so, jinx, you were my best friend?"

"i a- i was."

"what's, uh... my name? is it [y/n]?" you had heard her say it. but you weren't all too sure if it was really your name.

the look she gave you was purely indescribable.

"y-you forgot your own name..?" she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. "your name is... your name is [y/n]. you were one of- no. nah. you were the kindest, sweetest person down here. you could forgive people even after they.. fffucked you over! i have no fuckin' clue how you managed it. life down here isn't exactly rainbows and roses and yet somehow you were! you... i can't believe i managed to lose you again. i'm so sorry, [y/n]. god damnit." jinx forced herself not to cry, trying to bottle up those emotions and toss them away.

you looked down at your hands. even though you had nothing to understand, the agony you had just gone through gave you a sense of strong clarity. like someone with poor vision wearing proper glasses for the first time.

"can you teach me to be who i was before?... please?"

you could feel her gaze on you, and this time, you looked up to meet it. she wanted you, and you wanted your life back. your memories back. it was a logical conclusion.

to her, you looked like a confused child, scared and alone in a dark forest. but you'd found a lighter. so maybe it wasn't going to end badly. the hope that glittered in your eyes still didn't disappear. even after getting your soul ripped out of your body then shoved back in, going through the worst pain imaginable, here you were. almost smiling. determined to become who you were before everything.

"y-you..." jinx covered her mouth, trying not to cry. at least she couldn't see you through the tears already in her eyes. "you're still so precious. i would do anything to get you back. a-and if that means i show ya everythin' all over again, tell ya every story in the books, destroy the world and build it back up, i'll do it. i'll do it, [y/n]. i-i gotta."

the exhaustion was steadily creeping up your spine. "you don't have to destroy the world for me. we can just build it back up."

within a second you were enveloped in another tight hug. now that you had calmed down, and maybe partially because you were so tired, it felt cozy and warm. so you returned it. you relaxed into it. and that just made her silent cries a little louder.

"that's what you would'a said. you're still in there somewhere, toots. i'll get'ya out. i promise. i promise."

maybe you were still confused, still not used to being, uh... alive again. but at least you weren't stumbling blind. at least you had a lighter, no matter how small it was, or how little light it gave off. whoever you were before you died, it was no wonder you died for jinx. if she cared about you this much, surely she cared about the world the same.

[togetherhearted]

Hello, Long time no see <3 How have you been? :D Remember when I requested the golden trio and a random character with a reader who can do magic? This time around I would like the same characters but with a reader who can do fake magic (linking rings, card tricks, escape artistry, pulling a rabbit from a hat, you name it!) xD Please and thank you in advance >////<

Hi!It has been a while indeed!

I got a job in a hospital's reception till the end of September and I'm waiting for some keychains to arrive so I can open a little ko-fi shop and sell them. Vikkitty's one is coming! :D I hope everything's going well for you ^^

Now,onto the request!Thanks for waiting!

SILCO,VIKTOR,LOCAL CUISINE BOY AND JINX'S S/O THAT KNOWS FAKE MAGIC.

Piranha escape.

He watched you descending into the tank. The tension was palpable in the air. Silco's eyes were locked on your figure.

A stage assistant covered the tank with a curtain.

Everyone gasped when, once the curtain was moved, you weren't there;only the piranhas were swimming inside.

The crowd clapped enthusiastically.Silco did not move until you sat next to him fine and dandy.

He remained silent and just held your hand.

Poro's hat

-Keep your eyes on me Vik- You put a Poro plushie inside a cylinder. -Now watch this!- You covered it;tapped it and then a real Poro came out.

Viktor was amazed by your trick;still he was a man of science, and he needed answers.

-That was incredible. How did you do that-

You help your little fur friend -Sorry,Magician 's secret-

Viktor then attempted to get an answer from  you for the rest of the day.

Card Tricks.

-When you said you were like magic in bed, you meant...-

-Is this your card?- You showed him one.

-Holy shi-

Your boyfriend took the card in his hands and observed it. There was no doubt. This was  the one he was thinking of. 

-Could you do that again?- 

You just nodded and did the same process again;and again.He was never satisfied with the result. You never seemed to fail.

-Want me to do it again?- It was getting late and your eyes felt heavier by the minute.

-No l, but thank you for asking- He took the cards and put them on the night stand.

He laid down with you.

Spoon bending.

It was obvious your girlfriend was bored. You promised Jinx a nice evening at her favourite food stall. Unluckily it was crowded that night and the food was slow to come.

You took a brief look at the spoon next to you. Jinx was easy to amuse and you just got the right trick.

You caught her attention by grabbing it;with a couple of swift hand moves you bent it.

This got a positive reaction her. The other clients as well were interested amd asked you if you know other magic tricks.

Waiting was more fun thanks to you.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

it would be actually so rad if you did jinx x buff!reader headcanons.

i just think she would be so silly about it 🥰

(this is basically us in my DR and she is def silly about it)

Jinx x Buff!Reader

Of she is definitely so giddy and so excited

She's constantly asking questions on why, how and when did you get so buff

She really likes it and finds it fun

She's not that buff herself but girl is strong

She has to be by carrying around her shit on the daily but she gets that from that, she doesn't lift or anything

If you do lift weights or work out to maintain the muscles she is just admiring

And teasing the whole time and flirting

Like if you're lifting weights she'll just walk in, stare with the smuggest smile on her face at all

She doesn't care who sees and will walk up behind you and hug you from behind

She does it to feel your stomach as well because she just loves it so much

Constantly when laying in bed is squeezing your arms or tracing the muscles she can see

It's not a sexual thing, just a more admiring thing she does

She just finds it very fun and cool, and you remind her a bit of someone

She really likes the feeling of when you hug her and she feels so safe because your arms are big, they feel safe and they're strong

She loves the hugs and behind held or cuddling with you and she can just feel safe like that

She is so comfortable around you and especially when walking around

There are still a few people who try her, flirt or say stuff to her about her clothes, everything or just who she is

She loves the look on their face when they see you standing behind her just looking all buff

She is constantly flirting

"Hey hotstuff, came here all the way for me?"

She is literally like a school girl with a crush for the first time and flirts like you're not even together

Especially if you're like one of those buff ass and intimidating people but in reality you're shy and get flustered

If you're like that she upps the flirting and the touching just to see you blush

She loves being carried by you, bridal style or thrown over your shoulder

She has so much fun and is so happy

She's laughing, she's smiling and is just thrilled

She is jumping on your back and all

For fun shell run up to you and yell for you to catch here and see if you do

She knows you will because you're strong enough and because she wants a hug

She pretends her arms hurt and has you carry shit for her

She loves seeing your muscles flex and will just smile all sneaky and cover her mouth and giggle

It's so funny to see

She draws on your muscles

It's a given, she once drew eyes and a mustache on your arm and named it Muscleton

You have no way out of this because she redraws him everytime he fades away

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@FensDelight @kaorussgf @miranexx

[sihakadan]

Hey! Can I request platonic jinx headcannons with reader who she had taken in after finding them abandoned?

Oooh. Gonna be honest, this is challenging for me. And mama didn't raise a quitter. I will do my best for you little buddy.

Pairing: Platonic!Jinx x g/n Reader

Super safe for work, unless your boss is lame and can't handle some chaos.

You met her not long after Silco took her in.

She had found you in the ally behind The Last Drop, scared and alone. She knew that feeling and convinced you to come play with her.

Showed you her lair, day one.

The two of you were the bane of Sevika's existence. If one more smoke and/or glitter bomb went off in her face one more fucking time...

She'll make the bombs, you toss them in the air like fireworks. Explosions are always guaranteed.

Always together. You were family now and family stick together right?

Steals nail polish for her. She let's you paint her nails all the time and in crazy colors. Loves it.

If it is a rough day, she will lean on you. Sometimes the quiet was what she needed before she was back on her bullshit and drawing all over your arms. You were her walking billboard sometimes.

You convinced her to get the tattoos and snuck out with her to get them. You let her chose your tattoo. Silco almost pulled out his hair.

You two are the reason Silco has gray hair.

[unluckiestmember]

Intimate Moments (Arcane Edition)

Summary: The most intimate and emotional moment during sex you’ve had with the main Arcane characters!

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Viktor and Silco

Warning: NSFW for sexual themes and suggestive themes. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: A compilation from my last account and one of my personal favorite imagines/headcanons. Enjoy!

Jinx

It was your first time having sex with her. She didn’t really know what she was doing, but Jinx being Jinx, dived head first. Literally. She thinks she’s seen and been to heaven when she’s between your legs. The feeling of her on you in such a position made you moan out her name.

Not Jinx. But Powder.

Jinx stares up at you and you already know you made a mistake. No one calls her Powder, not even Silco! Unless you have a death wish, you should keep that name out of your mouth!

You stare down at her blue eyes expecting a scowl or a roar! But you were shocked when she whispered to you,

“Say it... Say it again.”

So you say it. “Powder.”

“Say it again.”

“Powder.”

“Please say it again.”

“Powder...”

You experience the best orgasm in your life, having the loose cannon below pleasure you like there was no tomorrow. She let her tongue work wonders and picked up her pace, taking in all of you in her mouth. When you came, Jinx cleaned you up and even pleasured you a little more, causing your eyes to roll back in eternal bliss.

She could tell you were finished for now so she pulled herself up to cuddle into your side. It took you a minute until you realized she cried to sleep. Not tears of anger or sorrow. But of joy.

Ever since, you are the only one who can call her Powder.

Vi

Vi is a wild animal in bed.

She’ll throw you down and waste no time to fuck your brains out for simple pleasure.

But one day, during a steamy make out session, you stopped to kiss down on her bandaged knuckles.

She’s taken a back for a minute.

Why would you do that?

You keep kissing on her knuckles without a care in the world. “Stop it,” She told you, trying her best to pull away from you. But you hold her softly. “Y/N, stop it...” She keeps fighting back for a minute, but eventually stops.

The brute breaks in your arms. How could you do that? How could you love someone who’s ruined so many lives with those fists of hers? It was impossible, wasn’t it? But you told her the answer to her worries and questions with a single glance into her gray eyes.

‘No.’

That night, you two had sex as usual, but this was more personal. More intimate. Vi took more gentle strokes and eased into picking up her speed and slamming harder on you.

She screams and moans your name like a prayer, countlessly says she loves you, feeling like any moment you will disappear. Though the way your hands relaxed on her hips and drew circles along her waist said otherwise.

The two of you came together before sleeping in each other’s arms. She could get used to sensual sex like that…

Caitlyn Kiramman

Innocent little Caitlyn.

Why are there barely any headcanons for Caitlyn? I-

Caitlyn was a classy woman, so sex was never really on her mind. It still wasn’t when you guys started dating. But you both knew you had to get things over with eventually. So one evening, Caitlyn dragged you to her room to try it.

The both of you were super awkward, especially the female enforcer. She would always ask in between actions “Are you okay? Is this right? Should it be the other way?” Bless her soul.

All around, everything was going well.

Until it was time to get naked. When it came her turn to feel pleasure, she didn’t do anything.

She hung her head low to the ground almost in disappointment. She stared down at her body. Thoughts lingered in her head; ‘What if I’m not beautiful to Y/N? What if I make a fool out of myself?’

Before she could ask herself any more questions, you rid her of her worries with sweet kisses. With every piece of clothing thrown on the floor, you whisper out, “You’re so precious. You look like an angel. Oh, I love you so much.”

You almost broke her down with every kiss you placed to mark her body. Your lips graced on her cheeks, her lips, her neck, her chest and finally her core. Oh, you loved everything about her.

You started to eat her, licking inside her folds at an average pace and flicking your tongue on her clit.

In a matter of seconds, her hands are lost in your hair, pushing your head closer to her to feel all of your tongue inside of her. Her moans clouded the room long after she came in your mouth. Pulling up, you both had lust in your eyes and could tell the night was still young…

Let’s just say she eventually screamed your name to the heavens long into the night and she realized two things; Sex with you was the best! And she was beautiful.

Ekko

Ekko has always been a bit of a wild boy when it came to having sex with you. It’s why you two were together to begin with.

He can be playful some nights, chuckling with you when he messes up something. Rough when he just really wants you. And romantic when you just need to know he cares about you.

One night the two of you were just having the time of your lives. He was slamming into you from behind, groaning out, “You like that, huh? Yeah, go ahead and scream my name, baby.” And boy did you love it.

Just feeling him stretch you out and pound deeper and faster in you was like euphoria. You found yourself screaming at the top of your lungs, “Ah, yes! Right there! Fuck, I love you, Ekko!”

You didn’t want it to stop, but soon the movement had slowed and the grip on your thighs loosened. You felt your body turning now to face the leader of the firelights panting down at you. “You love me,” He questioned, his brown eyes glistening in the moonlight full of hesitant awe.

Did you say you loved him? You never told him because you were scared of getting attached. He was the leader of a cause and lived in Zaun. Any minute he could be taken from you, so you tried not to get attached. Yet you said you loved him, whether it be out of lust or love wasn’t important. You said the sacred three words to him.

In that moment, you were sure as he began to stroke inside of you again, you didn’t see a warrior. You saw your boyfriend, your best friend, your everything.

He must have seen that in you too because he started to dig deeper in you, continuously hitting your g-spot with smooth strokes. His arms wrapped around you tightly, groaning at the feeling of a climax approaching him.

Together in a sea of utter pleasure, the both of you came together before relaxing in each other’s embrace under the shine of the midnight moon.

You slept well that night in his arms, letting him hold onto you with the mindset of if he let you go, you wouldn’t come back.

No matter what, after that day, you both say I love you at least once a day.

Viktor

My everything next to Jinx.

You and Viktor have been partners for a long time in Piltover, working on projects together when he wasn’t accompanied by Jayce. Though you two never started to officially date because hexcore was more important, even if deep down you two wanted to become an item.

Well, the thing about humans is that they don’t know how precious people are until they almost lose them.

Viktor found himself having a particularly horrible week; The hexcore may have fixed him, but took away a close friend. He may have almost stopped an incoming war, but he ended up losing some close allies due to the bombing on the council’s headquarters.

He had thought he lost you when the city went into lockdown due to the commotion. Thank the gods he found you that night safe and sound at your home.

Thank the gods he was safe too.

That following night, the two of you met one another at your home, where he knocked on your door. Your eyes connected with his amber eyes, and you were sure they screamed one thing; ‘I need you’.

In a matter of seconds, you two synchronized like gears to slam each others’ lips onto one another. Moving in rhythm, bodies danced through the dimly lit house towards your bedroom, where the scientist pushed you down on your comforter and wasted no time to rid himself of your clothes.

You did the same, though you found it cute and amusing that he was apologizing for his ‘inappropriate’ actions. You showed it was okay when you slammed your lips onto his again and felt yourself yearning for him.

You two grinded on each other, letting your lower bodies explore one another through groans and moans. The entire night, you two were one. Nothing else mattered when you found Viktor cumming inside of you and placing your hand gently onto your cheek.

You two stared at one another desperately before you heard the man speak in his native tongue, “я люблю тебя так сильно.”

You never questioned what that meant, but when you two started dating, he made it an effort to always tell you “I love you so much.”

Silco

As long as you’ve been dating the crime lord of Zaun, you knew damn well that Silco was not an emotional guy. No one has ever seen him let out his feelings to people, not even Jinx.

If he did ever give into his emotions, it would be out of anger, but never out of love.

He only ever saw sex as something done to relieve stress, kind of like you. You were his bitch anyways, nothing more.

That’s why he would always fuck your brains out, slamming his cock inside of you through your mouth or lower end with one goal in mind; To forget about the world and please himself for once in his god awful life.

However, one evening when he was railing deep inside of you on your desk, something was different to say the least. He wasn’t fucking you like a mad man. He wasn’t calling you degrading names and growling like an animal. Instead, his strokes were sensual and careful.

That was new. Was he sick? It’s not that you didn’t enjoy it. But why was he doing this?

You reach up to touch his face where his scar was and the man had froze up. You wanted to ask what the hell was going on. Where was the man who would pound you senseless?

Instead of being given an answer, his orange and blue eyes just pierced down at you before he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Through those eyes, you had seen the man you once knew. A man who was calculating, but somewhat compassionate. A man who just wanted the best for him and his brother. A man once had big dreams he wanted to accomplish with you by his side.

He always said that naïve brat was gone, but you always knew he was in there. That’s why you had no issue with this new version of him. It’s why you never batted an eye at his scarred eye. As a matter of fact, you adored it. You adored him.

With the feeling of your lips crashing slowly into his, Silco began to fuck you as usual. His strokes only picked up after a moment of your moans colliding in your mouth.

Before you knew it, he came hard and deep inside of you, making you scream out his name before relaxing a bit. Now panting hard on his desk, you stared up at Silco, finding him panting along with you. He eventually pulled away to sit in his chair.

You don’t know why he apologized or what happened that night, but from that day forward, Silco was more open to showing his appreciation for you…

Arcane requests are currently open! :D

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, be safe and have a good day! <3

[girlboypersonthingy]

Can I request Vi, Jinx and Caitlyn trying to cheer up/apologize to their S/O after a nasty fight? I wonder what they would do to try and make it up to them.

AAAHHHH ANGSTY GIRLS ARE MY WEAKNESS 😩💔 As always, I am so grateful for the request! Also sorry this took so long… ENJOY~

VI 💘

Okay, she def said some mean shit to you. She’s good with her fists, but she has a sharp tongue too. She can destroy someone with her words just as fast as she could with her bare hands.

You’re hurt and upset, probably crying or maybe you’re angry at her. She knows you’re upset at her too…she just doesn’t care rn.

Once she’s gone off on her own to calm down, she’s thinking about what she said to you and the longer Vi thinks about it, replaying the words in her head, the more she feels guilty.

She comes back to find you later with the saddest look on her face. It’s obvious that she feels so guilty she wants to die right now but it doesn’t make the sting of her words any better.

“(Y/N)….I…” She can’t even come up with words that could fix this. She knows she really fucked up.

She’d definitely try to physically comfort you before she would try to offer comforting words. She does not know how to say sorry, it’s lowkey so hard for her. She feels sorry but the words just won’t leave her mouth.

Vi would sit or lay beside you and gently cup your chin in her hand, turning your face so she can look at you.

“Sorry…” She finally spits it out, watching your eyes water.

Then she’d go straight in for a kiss, maybe on the lips, maybe on your forehead. She’ll put her lips wherever you’ll let her rn.

If you accept/return the kiss, now she’s feeling more comfortable with talking. She’ll apologize again then kiss you again then apologize again then kiss you again, maybe slip a little compliment in about how precious you are to her then back to kisses. This goes on for like 5 minutes straight until you’re smiling a bit and your heart feels full again.

If you DONT accept her kisses or apologies, she’ll get so sad. This girl will just watch you with wide eyes, chewing on her lip as she asks “what…can I do?”

Honestly, give her any task you can think of, she will do it so fast with no complaints. Tell her to go jump off a bridge and she’s running there. Tell her to actually give you a proper apology and she will stutter through it and look at you with puppy dog eyes as she tries her best to make you feel like she doesn’t hate you.

If you’re just giving her the silent treatment, she will literally go disappear for like 8 hours. She’ll just give you space and go think about what she did. She’ll spend this time reflecting inward, thinking about what lead up to the outburst, why she felt the way she did, why she let her emotions get the best of her, why she took it out on you of all people.

When she finally comes back, hopefully you’re more ready to listen and respond to her. She’s so grateful when you are.

She will do literally anything for you when you’re upset with her. Even if it’s illegal or dangerous or something she has no idea about, she’ll figure it out and do it for you. Think there’s something she won’t do? Try her.

Once you’ve been consoled and talked to properly, when you’ve finally accepted her apology, she just wants to be close to your. You don’t have to be cuddling, you could just be holding hands or laying down with your head in her lap. She just needs the physical reassurance that you’re still her ✨partner✨

JINX 🦋

Let’s be real…Jinx blows up on you a lot. She just loses it too often and you two are so close, you’re always right in the path of destruction.

She’s not really the type to apologize after every time she blows up on you. If it’s obvious that you’re just butt hurt and irritated with her, she won’t bring up what happened but she will get all clingy and nice all of a sudden. She knows what she did and she’s gonna cheer you up and make you feel loved. She just wants to remind you that she’s unstable but your relationship shouldn’t be. She’s trying.

If she really upsets you, says something that really hits home, she’ll break down crying almost immediately after the words have left her lips. You might not even be crying yet, but Jinx is. She can tell by the look on your face, the way your lips are turned down and your eye brows are lowered, she can tell that you are truly hurt.

When you’re upset like this, she will cry hysterically as she tries to apologize and explain herself. She’ll be sniffling and hiccuping as she furiously wipes her wet eyes. Honestly, when she gets like this you think maybe she’s more upset than you are rn.

When she yells at you like this, it all comes pouring out of her mouth in the heat of the moment. She’s just in a blind rage. But as your face changes, she’s always reminded of her sister. The way her sister would yell at her and call her names. It triggers her and she always ends up sobbing in your lap, begging for your forgiveness, begging for you to stay with her, begging for you to love her still.

If you readily accept her apology and maybe offer her some comfort, she will comfort you back tenfold! She’s playing with your hair, gently scratching your back, offering to rub your feet while she’s still apologizing every so often. She feels like a bad dog who needs punishing and bc you won’t really punish her, she turns to manual labor on you. This is her punishment, pampering you until she’s exhausted.

If you’re not so quick to accept her apology, she gets scared…like actually terrified of you walking out on her right now. She’ll get really quiet, probably not even crying anymore, but she won’t let go of you. She’ll stay flush against you, her arms trapping your torso against her own. She feels like if she just clings to you, you can never leave. She can’t handle you leaving…plz don’t leave her.

As you both sit in silence, she’ll remain still, only moving to tighten her grip or lay her head on your other shoulder. In this moment, nothing else matters to her, no one else matters to her. Sure, she’s probably scared of being alone, but she’s never loved someone as much as she loves you. You are her everything…if she loses you…then she has nothing else to lose. She doesn’t know what she’ll do then.

She’s basically having a silent panic attack as she clings to you, awaiting your response. And she’ll wait forever if she has to.

If you need some space and time to yourself, she will literally just back away a little bit and still stay in the same room. She’s literally terrified…she thinks if she leaves the room she’ll never see you again. But she will stay silent and give you some breathing room.

Once you’re finally ready to talk about it, she’s constantly interrupting you to tell you that this is all her fault and how sorry she is. She isn’t trying to speak over you, she just feels like you shouldn’t be the one doing the talking, she just needs to make sure you know how horrible she feels.

As you talk it out and come to terms with what has happened between you two, she’ll get happy again and start smiling at you. She’s just so overjoyed that you forgave her and are willing to keep trying with her. That’s all she can ask of you…please keep trying. Don’t give up on her.

She’s a good girl at heart and she’s trying her best with what she’s got.

CAITLYN 🤍

It’s actually very rare that you two fight. Caitlyn can be very stubborn and hard headed but she is always willing to compromise for you.

This time tho…she just lost control. She was having a rough week, feeling like she lacked confidence and security in her job, feeling the weight of her parent’s expectations of her and she just snapped at you.

Yeah…it stings but she would never say anything offensive to you. Ever. She might raise her voice at you and call you a pain in her ass but a crude name or insult would never leave her mouth when talking to you.

She probably just told you to shut up and leave her alone bc she’s stressed okay? She can’t handle you rn. She needs to be alone and think in silence.

If you’re upset and decide to leave her be, she’ll spend maybe an hour or two alone before she comes to find you. When she does, she takes your hands in hers and says your name so softly. If you’re not looking at her, she’ll pull her hand away from yours to gently grab your chin and turn your face to her. She pretty much forces eye contact and tenderly whispers an apology.

If you decide not to leave her, maybe you just back away and stay on the other side of the room. She’ll accept your presence as long as you’re quiet…and after the way she said “shut up”, you’re sure to keep quiet.

After maybe 20 minutes, she’s speaking up to apologize…but she’s still in a sour mood. Don’t let her stern apology fool you. You should probably just stay silent.

Soon she’s waving her hand at you as she mumbles “come here…” and you do. You go to her slowly, noticing how she’s watching you. Once you’re within arms length of her, she’s reaching for your hands and trying to look into your sad eyes. She’ll shyly apologize as her thumbs rub over your hands.

If you don’t accept her apology so quickly, she’s very mature about it. She’ll tell you that she accepts your response and then she’ll say how sorry she is again before leaving you to think about it more. She’ll give you space for as long as you need it. She’ll busy herself with other things while still thinking of what she can say to make you understand how sorry she is. She’ll take this time apart to really think about how much you mean to her and how she can better herself and your relationship.

If you immediately accept her apology, she’ll pull you into a tight hug and gently kiss your cheek before explaining herself to you. Caitlyn feels like she has to explain where she’s coming from and why she snapped like that. She needs you to know that she’s not upset with you and she shouldn’t have taken her anger out on you. She doesn’t want you thinking she’s mad at you when she’s actually mad at everything but you.

Whenever you decide to accept her apology, she wants to have a whole conversation about it immediately. Like I said, Caitlyn is very mature, very polite and caring. She wants to talk this out like a couple in love should. She wants to dive deep into your partnership and make sure you’re feeling okay.

She just cares about you so much. She never means to snap at you…she’s just under a lot of pressure. So when it does happen, she can’t just sweep it under the rug. She must be sure that you still love her and that you know she still loves you. Plz tell her you still love her.

[fangirlpostsfangirlthings]

Promise | Zombie AU

summary: You and Jinx break two unsaid rules ever since the apocalypse started, never split up and never make promises. Promises were never guaranteed, especially in your current living conditions. But a promise of a life with your soulmate? You could get by it.

pairings: jinx x reader, established relationship

warnings: zombie apocalypse, zombie attack, kind of angsty? other than that; FLUFF

word count: 3.5k

a/n: here’s that zombie fic I was talking about :) also happy 1st birthday to arcane 🙏🏽

There was a mistake in the lab.

Unlike before, when someone took shimmer, they immediately became addicted. People couldn't live without it but it slowly killed them.

If you worked for Silco, you took it, you were told what to do, killed whoever you were ordered to kill, then moved on. But now it's permanent. You can no longer control it, and it spreads. Shimmer, that was once a drug, has become a disease.

It spread fast; no one saw it coming. You used see a shimmer head and think nothing of it. But now you run. Run before it can catch you and infect you.

Which was a very difficult task, because shimmer makes its host more alive in many ways. It enhances everything about you, strength, speed, stamina, all while it slowly kills you. Shimmer can make you ten times stronger than Silco's right hand man. It was almost impossible to beat them. That is unless you shot them in the head. Or blow them to pieces.

Lucky for you, you have a girlfriend who plays with guns and blows shit up for fun.

The two of you were on the hunt for food, your current supplies running low. And while you found food before entering the forest, you also needed to find water and shelter—the water in the undercity was never clean, so you had to do it yourselves. Meaning you also needed to create a fire, which wasn't too difficult to be done, you had what you needed for it, but knowing all the extra work that came with it annoyed you.

And now here you were, finally at the fork in the road.

Splitting up was never a good idea, especially when nighttime was near, but you had to get your supplies as quick as possible. You couldn't do that if you both were searching in the same place, right?

You swore you saw the reflection of water when you were on top of the smaller than usual-mountain-earlier. It was somewhere hidden in the forest you were currently trudging through, trailing the opposite way of the small building Jinx spotted with her telescope. It looked abandoned, meaning it could be empty, which is why she had to check it out to see if it could be used as temporary shelter while you filled up a bucket of water. It could be filled with shimmer heads.

You'd discussed the possibility of it being filled with the infected for the past however long you'd walked. She'd come to the conclusion that she would just blow the place to bits if it was. And while her solution didn't satisfy you, you knew she was better than okay at handling weapons. But even then, backup never hurt. "It's a done deal," she'd said.

"But we can just go together!"

"We need water!"

Jinx clasped her hands around yours, searching your eyes in attempt of reassurance.

"You promise me you'll be safe?" You both knew you couldn't make promises like that, because in this new reality, survival wasn't guaranteed. But she needed something to hold onto, otherwise you'd be stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no fire, trying to calm her down from a panic attack.

"You promise me." You replied. Because as much as she worried about you, you knew you worried 10 times harder. What if she let the voices take control What if she broke down in the middle of an encounter with shimmer heads? What if she got bit? What if she-

She brought her head to yours, having noticed the panic written on your face.

You grimaced, closing your eyes along with hers, "sorry." This was supposed to be about making sure she stayed calm, that she was reassured and confident enough to go alone. And here you were, letting your ugly thoughts control you.

She shook her head, "don't be." She brought your hand to her chest, pressing it to her heart. You felt it thumping, the thing that kept her alive, the very thing that beats for you.

It was an action you usually took. And the fact that she was using it to help you broke you a little, suddenly feeling vulnerable and not wanting to leave her side.

"We don't have to do this," she whispered, opening her eyes to encourage you to see the honesty there.

"No. We'll get through it faster this way. Just make sure we meet back here, okay? And light the smoke if anything happens." The more you convinced her to go through with it, the less convinced you felt yourself.

"We'll be okay, I promise." I promise.

You never promised each other anything, because you both knew better. Especially promising that you'll both be fine alone, going through a forest probably crawling with shimmer heads while nighttime was near. But you believed her.

You nodded, "yeah. We'll be okay."

You took her hands and reciprocated the action of letting her feel your heartbeat. You were both here, alive and filled with love. Nothing could take you away from each other.

She let out a breath, finally getting the reassurance she needed.

Your hands synchronized three squeezes. I love you.

You nodded at each other once more and went your separate ways.

Usually when you walked, it was with Jinx. You very rarely split up, because it was stupid to. But you really did need supplies as fast as possible. You walked faster.

The silence was deafening and it left you with your thoughts. With Jinx, silence filled you with peace. Thoughts of what life with her could be like if it wasn't for the disease.

God, you couldn't imagine what this horrible silence was doing for Jinx and her thoughts.

You nearly turned back, almost forgetting the importance of water until you thought-

A life with Jinx.

You can't make each other any promises for a reason, it was too risky.

But...what if you promised a life with her?

A promise of a life with who you believed to be your soulmate sounded too good to be true.

And it was, especially when your living conditions weren't ideal. But she'd already promised that you'd be okay. You can promise her a long life together, right?

You finally reached the lake, sighing in relief at the thought of getting back to Jinx.

But then something caught your eye. Something shiny, it was small. You picked it up from where it was buried under the dirt and observed it, gasping at the realization. You'd been so engrossed in the tiny object that you didn't register a twig snapping in the distance. Not until you felt a presence behind you.

"....That's not you, is it Jinx?"

It growled.

Shit.

You didn't register anything you did until you were up and running.

Which didn’t do much, because within seconds it had you pinned to the floor.

You pulled out the knife that was stuffed up your sleeve and sliced across it’s jaw, momentarily distracting it from you.

It roared from the unexpected pain, throwing its upper half back and giving you space to scurry away.

As you ran, you reached for the handgun that hung off your belt, feeling the ground start to shake a few moments later as the creature caught up with you. You reached a tree and climbed to the tallest branch, frantically searching for any weapon you could find. You pulled out a bomb. Bingo.

You threw it down at the shimmer head that had just reached the bottom of the tree. It looked down to observe the object as it jumped and jittered in place, giving you hope that this could end right now. You’d be out of the situation in seconds.

You climbed down the opposite side of the tree that you came up, jumping and landing on your feet, attempting to run away faster than before to get away from the explosion.

Except you didn’t get 5 steps in before the creature grabbed you. It threw you to the floor, sending the gun that was still in your hand flying behind you.

It resumed its previous position, except this time it held your hands by your head, affectively trapping you under its body.

If Jinx’s bombs were able to kill these shimmer heads, there’s no way you’d get out of this alive. Which reminded you of something. Your head turned, attempting to spot the bomb to see what the fuck happened.

It wasn’t going off. Why wasn’t it going off?! It should have already!

What the fuck were you going to do now?

It was a few moments of the shimmer head seemingly searching for the perfect place to take a bite out of you that you thought, just get it over with dammit.

But you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t give up and let Jinx crumble in the consequences of your death. All because you couldn’t try fighting it off.

But seriously, what were you supposed to do?

You looked everywhere you could with the big body that loomed over you. You stretched your leg out just the smallest bit and felt something. Was it the bomb? The object started jumping and shaking like your bombs usually did when they were activated. Oh my god it’s right there.

The noise distracted the creature again. It turned its body fully to watch the moving object.

You’re lucky shimmer heads didn’t have any type of intelligence yet.

You quickly turned, standing up to reach back for your gun and turned your body again to face the infected, aiming for its head.

If the bomb didn’t work the first time, what makes you think it’d work a second time?

And you swore someone was watching you and hoping, praying for your demise because the gun was empty.

You had to dig in your pockets to fill it up, the creature having heard the failed fire as it slowly advanced towards you. You started running backwards, keeping your face towards the shimmer head and quickly loaded the gun. You nearly pulled the trigger when a fucking rock so happened to be there, tripping you and sending you flying onto your back.

The shimmer head stopped in front of you. Perfect shot.

You pulled the trigger, a mix pink and red blood making a nasty splat on your face. This creature couldn’t have been bitten for nearly a week if some of its blood was still red.

You wiped your face, shaking off the shock from everything that happened, noticing how everything that could’ve went wrong, went wrong.

Oh well, it’s done now.

You took the bucket from the big bag that hung over your back and got the water, practically sprinting back to the spot you were supposed to meet Jinx.

•°•

You were still in the midst of processing your near death experience, having gone through many but that never made it easier. It couldn't have been 5 minutes in of waiting and worrying over your girlfriends being when you saw the blue clouds.

Shit. No no no.

She's in danger, she's hurt. The small building was probably filled with shimmer heads. They could all be surrounding her right now. She can't take all of them. Oh no no no.

You immediately felt your empty hand, the one that was supposed to be holding the bucket of water.

Well fuck. That was all for nothing.

But making sure Jinx was safe was more important. What good would water be if she's lying dead on the floor?

You ran and ran, noticing halfway through that the smoke was fading. And when you finally reached it, nothing seemed destroyed or broken, there was no noise. It was eerily quiet. Fuck. No. I'm too late.

You heard her call your name. Oh my god. By some miracle she's still alive.

You burst through the doors, not being considerate of how much noise you made.

"Jinx! Are you okay?!"

And there she was, completely unscathed (aside from the cut on her left cheek from yesterday and the purple bruises that stuck from last week).

So....she wasn't hurt?

"You fucking scared me!"

She flinched, "I'm sorry.." You saw the way she folded into herself, she felt unsure all of the sudden, not knowing if using the call was a good idea.

You felt horrible and sighed, shaking your head, realizing you let the stress of a long day get to you. "No no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice." She probably got scared, panicked, maybe she was worried about you. Goodness, you needed to watch your temper.

You walked up to Jinx, ready to embrace her. It was then that she finally got a good look at your face.

"Hey," she said, her brows furrowing.

"Hey you."

"Why is there blood and shimmer all over you?" Oh. Right.

"I ran into a shimmer head- I swear I'm okay! See? I'm still here in one piece," her face fell, the mention of one getting close to you sent her into a spiral. She could see everything now, your scraped elbows, skidded kneecaps, and your bruised wrists from where the creature grabbed you. You could tell that she was beginning to panic. You already know what she was thinking, practically reading her mind.

I insisted on splitting up. I did this. You could've gotten hurt- no. You did get hurt. Look at all the blood! Oh my god did you get bit-

You brought her hand up to your heart.

Her face crumbled and she broke into little sobs, her hand squeezing your shirt tightly in her fist. Your arms went around her, holding her upright to keep from completely collapsing.

"Shhh, sh sh sh. It's okay, you're okay. We're okay, yeah? Just like you promised."

You could feel her shakey breaths on your chest and her trembling form against you as you caressed her back. You hated this, you hated when she got like this. It felt like someone stuck their hand in your chest and ripped your heart out. It hurt.

"It's beating," she choked out. You nodded, resting your cheek on her head. "It wouldn't be doing that if I got bit, would it?"

She shook her head and sniffed when she finally looked up, her eyes still filled with tears. And it felt like the person who ripped your heart out was now squeezing it.

You grabbed the side of her face that held the fresh cut from yesterday, trying to ground her.

She was partially calmed down now, "let me clean you up. Please?"

You nodded.

•°•

You were sitting on a stool that was randomly propped in the corner of the huge shed. The place was completely empty, save for the surprisingly working lantern that was now sat next to you.

"Water?"

"Oh....I left it at the spot." You grimaced, thinking of how stupid the situation was. You could've just followed her here in the first place, there really was no need to split up.

She smiled, "Silly you."

You giggled along with her, feeling lightheaded from all the worrying you did today. It felt nice to just sit down and be calm. Nighttime was equally as stressful as daytime. The two of you taking turns on lookout for the infected, sometimes the two of you didn't sleep at all, letting paranoia take control. So sitting here, admiring your girlfriend with her eyebrows furrowed in a concentrated manner, lips forming a pout, it was a feeling you'd never forget. And oh my god, her freckles. Before everything, you'd lay in bed with her and count them. It was always too dark to tell if you'd counted the same one twice, but it didn't matter to you. You could stare at her for hours and never get bored. Jinx was perfect.

She wiped off as much dry grime and blood as she could without a proper wet cloth to clean it.

"All done," she stated proudly, setting the dirty cloth down and cradling your face gently, keeping your eyes on hers just to look at you. To fully take in the fact that you were okay.

You flopped your head forward and onto her stomach. Letting the days events get to you.

You fell into another one of those comfortable silences, the one where you were able to fantasize about a life together.

"I'm okay because of you."

She scoffed, "You almost died because of me." She sounded angry, but it wasn't directed at you.

"No. We were both at fault." You look up at her, your eyes telling her everything. You loved her, the shimmer head encounter wasn't your fault, nothing bad that happens is your fault, you're loved, you're appreciated.

And although you knew she could see it on your face, you still voiced it. Knowing that the voices in her head could trick her into thinking bad thoughts.

She swallowed her sobs, trying so hard not to cry again. Never fully digesting the fact that you actually loved her.

She listened to you talk.

"-and that leads me to this....I wanted to give you something. To-" you took a deep breath. "To make a promise."

You continued to hold her tightly to your body, your face still on her stomach, peering up at her. And you didn't elaborate, not until she asked you to. Not until she understood the weight of your words.

She nodded, signaling for you to continue.

You swallowed down your nerves and searched your pockets. Shit. Where is it?

You stood up, patting down your pants in effort to see if you'd missed the small object the first time.

No.

You dig in your sock, letting out a big breath of relief. Apparently you'd thrown it in there when that shimmer head approached you.

Another deep breath.

You got down from the stool and onto your knee, displaying the ring on your palm.

She was staring in awe, the most overwhelming look of fondness that you’d never seen before was on her face.

“I want you to marry me, Jinx. And I know, before you say this is stupid and completely idiotic of me because like, with the world quite literally ending? How can we have a life together when there’s monsters chasing us down? It’s crazy, I know that. But I want- no. I need to promise you something. I need to let you know that I love you, that I always will. I promise to always protect and give you the long and happy life that you deserve”

"I know, and I trust you. I'll protect you too." Your eyes, that were trained on her lips out of nervousness finally met her eyes. They were glistening with tears, which in turn made you more emotional.

You nodded. Your voice barely a whisper now, “til death do us part and all that crap. I just- you make me really happy and so.....yeah. Will you um, marry me? Maybe? I get if you think this is stupid but-” you were tripping over your words now. Completely and utterly wrecked with emotion, not sure if you could continue until-

“I’ll marry you! A million times yes! Yes yes yes!” She threw herself onto you, making you fall on the floor, sending you both into giggling messes. She was leaning over you, her tears falling on your cheeks as she just looked at you, an emotional wreck on the dirty floor.

You were honestly glad she'd stopped you from attempting to keep going, both relived that she’d said yes and because you knew you’d have resorted to speaking gibberish.

She probably did it on purpose. Sensing that you were having trouble forming any sentences in your emotional state.

You brought the ring to her face.

“Don’t be surprised if this doesn’t fit....I kind of just found it on the floor.” You put it to her ring finger, and what do you know. It fit perfectly.

You brought your bodies to an upright position while continuing to sit on the uncomfortably hard floor.

She smiled, holding your neck tight in her arms and asked, "So does this mean we're like....married? Or did you want a fancy wedding?" She brought her face back so that her cheek was touching yours. You felt her big smile against you, knowing she could feel the same thing.

You pulled her face so she could see the sincerity in your eyes. "No, I don't need a fancy wedding. I just need you."

She teared up more, her cheeks growing pink.

"But I promise you, we'll grow old together. We'll both live long enough to be able to eat at Jericho's again. We'll find kids to adopt even, if that's something you want."

"In my experience, you don't choose to have kids. The kids choose you."

You laugh, knowing the truth to that statement. Before the apocalypse, you'd find children on the streets of Zaun and they'd claim you. They'd force themselves into your home and into your life.

You wanted that. You wanted that as long as it was with Jinx.

"I promise, Jinx. We'll have that."

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