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Wait for Me

warnings. angst (??), maybe ooc , mental health , allusions to schizophrenia if you squint

pairing. jinx / fem ! reader

wc. 940

you’d been out all day, leeching off of vendors and their food. even scraps were accepted at this point, anything to fill the ever-growing void in your stomach.

life in the undercity had always been a challenge, especially for a lower class like you. you’d had to fend for yourself since an early age, having never known your parents.

you don’t remember their faces — out of sight out of mind.

the oppression zaun has faced against piltover is something that has lasted for decades, for centuries. it’s something that only grows worse as time goes on, zaun withers away with it as piltover blossoms.

how are you suppose to remember someone you never got the chance to know?

it’s late when you get back, ducking and weaving through the small system you’d helped map out all those years ago. it’s subconscious at this point in time, and you soon find yourself in the dim cave opening once again.

the only signs of life are the dim fairy lights criss-crossed over the sky-rafts decking, casting pink and purple hues over the railings with the faint hum of some incoherent rock band in the distance.

no sign of-

“Jinx?” it bounces off the walls and right back at you. you strain to listen, but you can’t hear anything.

odd.

usually you hear her before you see her, before you see the long bolted braids swinging in your direction, the gleeful smile that greets your arrival. the sparkle in her eyes that tells you she’d waited all day for you.

you know this is unusual, she’d been acting off before you’d even left earlier. typically, jinx always wants to tag along — she’s the type of thorn in your side you can seemingly never get rid of, stuck by the hip.

so when she said she’d stay back today, you couldn’t deny the pang in your stomach that something was off. anything.

you pressed and pressed but she never yielded. kept up a strong facade, and told you with an exaggerated nod of her head that she was ‘a-okay!’.

with a newfound purpose; find jinx, you carefully set your new ‘belongings’ down on a lone box, doted on with doodles and incoherent scribbles.

you look in all of her usual spots, crossing over the groaning propellers to the centre spot where she does her work. her work is here, half-built bombs and guns strewn about the blue mapping with purpose.

you can tell she worked on these, some being further in their progress than before you left today. you feel your shoulders slump.

so where is she?

“where could you be?” you hum to yourself, stepping down from the platform and off to the drawn curtains of her make-shift tent.

you see her braids before her; their blue a vibrant contrast to the greys and blacks of the surface they’re rested on.

you feel the sour bile in your throat dwindle, and the corners of your lips quirk up.

pulling back the curtains, you’re face to face with her body, strewn over the pile of multicoloured beanbags she’d accumulated over the years. she’s idly curled around a blanket you’d crocheted for her a while back.

it’s one of the only comforts she has in her life, at least you can assume, as it’s something she clings to like it’s her lifeline. she often drags it everywhere with her through the shared space.

if she’s working on her gadgets? thrown over her shoulders. she’s sat crossed legged eating whatever you’d brought back that day? laid down over her lap. sleeping? curled around the blues and pinks of her fingers, bunched up just over her curved knees.

which is where you find her now, only thing on your mind now is how she’d never slept before without you here. it’s something she’d never felt comfortable with doing, said she’s ‘scared they’ll get to her’ without you here, that ‘they’ll take me with them’.

you’d opted to sitting around just so she can sleep, so you can keep watch. you’d promise her that’d never happen, that no matter what you’d protect her.

the first time you told her, you could feel her breath hitch. her purple lips had parted in exasperation, and she gasped out like she’d been waiting her whole life to hear those words.

she had twiddled her fingers shyly, chewing on her bottom lip as her eyes wobbled with tears.

that was the night you’d crotched her blanket, the same night you two slept curled in her tent, arms and legs intertwined between the thick wool.

it was a show of trust, it was vulnerability, and ever since that night you’d been inseparable.

she found herself dependent.

so did you. you couldn’t mind when you felt the same. those same feelings spur up, they warm up your body every time your eyes grace her beauty as they are right now.

smiling to yourself, you let your knees buckle, elbows finding their spot against them as you rest your cheek over your palm.

her soft breaths fill the space, the gentle snores doing nothing to aid in your own fatigue.

you feel yourself growing tired just by looking at her; the most she’s ever looked at peace since you’d known her. you wonder if she’s having a dream.

what kind of dreams would she have? would she dream of her future? would she dream of you?

your lips twitch at the sides at the sentiment, and you take her hand in your own. maybe this is a step in the right direction for her, maybe you’re doing more to help than you realise.

A/N. this is kind of rushed, i wrote it in 2 hours running on about three of sleep :Pc hope you enjoyed regardless & feel free to send me requests!

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Southern Eddie Headcanons

- Eddie and Wayne Headcanons

- Warnings: Drug use, Homophobia, Abuse

• The Munson’s are a southern originating family, from Schulenburg, Texas.

• Eddie’s father was a Texas Ranger before he was caught for drug possession.

• His mother was out of the picture, having moved away due to fights between her and Eddie’s father.

• Because of this, Eddie was placed with Wayne.

• Eddie’s father got out of prison soon after, using his power within the court systems to gain custody over Eddie once more.

• It was during this time where Eddie learned how to hotwire, as well as learn all he knows about substances across North America.

• Eddie’s father shaved his head after finding out about his sexuality, trying to prep Eddie for a militaristic homeschooling, but Wayne got the drop on his brother and got custody of Eddie again.

• Because of this, they moved out of state, to Hawkins, Indiana.

• He grew out his hair during the years, eventually getting it out to what you see in season 4.

• Wayne helped Eddie earn up the funds for the guitar, and lessons for after they’d gotten it.

• Country music is a guilty pleasure for them both. While they don’t listen often because it reminds them of Eddie’s father, sometimes you’ll hear it blasting from the van, or the house.

• Eddie has a collection of cowboy hats within his closet, given to him by his father and Wayne over the years.

• If Eddie is angry, sometimes you’ll hear the southern twang in his voice.