thank you so much for your kind words, i genuinely appreciate it more than you know <3 i hope you'll enjoy this!
sevika has been your gym partner for the better part of a year. that’s where the two of you met, actually- you approached her between one of your sets, asking if she could spot you. you were rather new to powerlifting at the time, and still unsure of yourself. she seemed a bit surprised that you were talking to her at first, but nodded wordlessly, and did what was asked of her.
in the midst, a friendship was struck up, and shortly thereafter, a relationship.
your biggest fan has always been sevika. you go to the gym together more often than not, at least three times a week- shifting your routines around so they coincide. monday is leg day, wednesday is deep core and lats, thursday is arms, and any extra time you may have is for anything else. she’s never looked at the heavy weights and suggested they might be too much. never tried to take your confidence down or discourage you, like you’ve unfortunately experienced before.
at first, you were delighted that you finally had someone supportive around you. not just as a partner, but as someone to work alongside in the gym. the praise started getting to you, though, and she started noticing how you’d flush and give a wide smile as you continued with your sets. the excitement radiated off you in waves, improving your form and results in turn.
sevika pushes you beyond your comfort zone, without taking you too far. you both recognized your limits, while also consistently challenging each other.
she wanted to support you in any way she could. being sweet because she means what she says, and because it helps with your gym journey.
your girlfriend didn’t realize just how much you loved the praise, though, until she was deep inside of you with her strap- stuffing you full and slamming into you so hard you thought the bedframe might make a dent in the wall, and she started muttering soft words.
“you’re doin so fuckin’ good, you know that? you look so pretty, gods, i could cum right now.”
the high moans that came from you, the way your head started thrashing, sevika knew that she had you there- and something clicked in her mind. oh, she thought. that’s what this is. praise, above all, is what gets you going.
how could she not have seen it before?
she upped the ante. kept showering you in kind words, watching you falter throughout your workouts, then it bled into other parts of your life. you’re doing well at your job? sevika sends flowers to your office and writes a little note, reading something along the lines of,
keep it up, baby. congratulations on the raise. you’re the most hard-working person out there, and i’m so proud of you.
sevika.
you never bring it up. it’s never been a conversation, just an inherent part of how she treats you. and when you do bring it up? sevika brushes it off by saying, “i’m just telling it how i see it.”
that’s the part that truly turns you on. that all of her praise is genuine- she’s not just trying to get you off, she actually means what she says. making you cum is just a bonus.
today has been particularly challenging. you took two rest days in a row since you pulled a few muscles, and now that the stabbing pain has turned into a dull ache, you suppose now is as good a time as any to get back into the swing of things.
you’re sat on a bench with the weights set to 150lb, something a little tame for you. sevika’s on the machine beside you warming up before she starts to properly work on her back. it’s hard to concentrate on anything other than what’s in front of you.
you grit your teeth, grunting lightly as you pull on the handlebar- lat pulls. keeping your knees apart, your elbows by your sides and at an even distance. three reps of ten is your usual. you’re finding it difficult just to get through the first rep.
with a deep breath in, you pull toward you. release, keep it controlled, then pull again. sevika’s watching you through her peripheral vision, making sure everything is alright in the way she usually does.
you’re more than capable. you and your girlfriend both know that. but she can’t help how protective she feels over you, or the way she’s prepared to jump in at any moment.
one more, then you’ll take a two-minute water break before your next rep.
“keep going,” sevika says, piercing through your thoughts. “you’ve got it. you’re doin’ so good.”
you pull, and the bar seems to come down easier than before. your nerves are near gone, and you don’t realize until you stand up to wipe your forehead off that there’s an ache between your thighs.
shit.
she gives you a soft grin as you take a swig from your water bottle, and you give a little smile back, internally thanking the gods that you’re already sweating buckets. hopefully, your need isn’t evident. hopefully, you can explain it away as simple exhaustion.
the next two sets are substantially easier. as you near the end of your workout, sevika’s coming to the end of hers as well, with you moving over to the dumbbell racks. single-arm dumbbell rows are your tried and true.
while the woman works on pull-ups, you’re breathing through each movement. out, then in, pulling the weights toward your hip sockets, opting for the 45lb weights to ease yourself out of the routine. through your gym journey, you’ve learned that less is often more, and sometimes going for the “easier” route will help you in the long run.
four reps, that’s your usual- two down so far. looking in the mirror gives you further motivation. hair stuck to your forehead, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. you look strong. you feel it.
you see sevika move into the mirror behind you, choppy hair swept back and sweat soaking through her sports bra, giving a lazy smile.
“that’s my strong girl,” she murmurs. “you got it. pull your arm in a little more.”
heat rushes straight between your legs, making you let out a pathetic little whimper- out of exertion or arousal, you can’t tell. you do as asked and pull that arm in, making it through the last few motions. as you sit up, sevika gives you a knowing look, raising one dark brow.
the woman nods her head toward the locker room, and you scramble to gather your things. wiping down the bench and the weights, putting them back, it all feels near torturous as her gaze near burns through you. once you’re finished cleaning up, the two of you all but scramble to the locker room, where you don’t let sevika get a word out before you’re crashing her lips onto hers.
“mm,” she sighs, immediately melting into you. putting her flesh hand on your waist and curling her fingers into the skin there, right where they belong. “greedy little thing, hm?”
“you know what you’re doing,” you retort, and sevika chuckles.
it’s a messy haze of lips clashing, teeth scraping and tugging at bottom lips, little sighs and breathy moans. she hasn’t even touched you yet. it’s almost embarrassing how much she can turn you on with just a few sweet words.
you’re too far gone to care, though.
the feeling of sweat-coated skin pressed against you and the drag of her lips against yours are making your head spin. the smell of cigarette smoke and salt of sweat clings to her, an absolutely intoxicating mix- you can’t get enough.
the woman backs you up against the lockers, your back hitting cold metal as your fingers tangle in dark locks. her lips start to trail across your jawline as her hand moves from your waist to your tit, fondling you through your sports bra. running her thumb across the nipple and eliciting a whine from you.
“easy,” she whispers. “wouldn’t wanna get caught, wouldja?”
the pulsing between your legs is near painful now. you shake your head, whispering a small, “nobody’s here.”
“but anyone could walk in at any moment. if you want me, you gotta stay quiet. you can do that, can’t you?”
you nod, another low whine escaping you. “yeah, anything- sev, just touch me..”
sevika hums lowly to herself, clearly satisfied with her work, before she tugs your sports bra up. as soft tits spill out, her gapped teeth sink into her lower lip. the woman mouths at your neck, licking and softly nipping at the skin, causing dark marks to bloom in their wake.
she doesn’t torture you, though. when she reaches your collarbones, sevika cuts the teasing and dips her head, tongue tarting out to tease at your nipple. when you shiver, the corner of her lip tugs upward in a smirk.
overlapping chatter and laughter rings out in the hallway. it’s thrilling, knowing you’re fully on display for anyone who should stumble upon you.
her calloused fingers dip underneath your little gym shorts, past the elastic resting above your pubic bone. “are you sure, hon?” she breathes against you- she knows the answer already, yet she always wants to be completely sure.
you nod frantically.
“please-”
she makes a gentle shushing noise, clicking her teeth. “i know, pretty girl.”
her dextrous fingers find their way to where you need her most. parting puffy lips sticky with arousal, sweet nectar coating her fingertips. her middle and forefinger slide through your slit a few times, teasingly, before she lands on your clit, and you have to clap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from audibly moaning.
when she starts actually moving those fingers in tight little circles, cruel and loving simultaneously, you near crumble.
your legs instinctively part wider, sevika’s tongue starting to swirl round your nipple and suck it into her mouth. it’s an absolute maelstrom of sensations. while one hand muffles the pornographic noises that threaten to spill out, the other is tugging at her choppy hair, all but begging her for more.
she hears you loud and clear.
the woman starts to move her fingers faster. firmer. taking you higher and higher with every skillful touch, letting your tit go with a wet ‘pop’ before she switches to the other one.
“you’re doing so good for me,” she sighs. “so sweet, so quiet, just like i asked..”
you have to bite your lip to stop a whine from slipping.
she feels it, too, feels it in the way you’re getting wetter by the second and you’re all but shoving her face into your tits. switching her fingers out to keep her thumb on your clit, sevika prods at your leaking entrance with her middle and ring finger.
“i’ll give ya what you need. just keep lookin’ pretty and keep those eyes on me.”
you nod, sweating now from the exertion and lust rather than lifting.
her fingers plunge inside of you with little to no warning. a loud moan comes out, and your eyes go wide as the door to the locker room jiggles a few times. sevika doesn’t let up, just keeps pumping her fingers deep inside of you. not fast enough as she’d like, for fear of the noise, but firm nonetheless.
your eyes dart between her piercing silver gaze and the door. thankfully, the rattling lets up after a few seconds, and whoever was behind it has seemed to move on. you settle back on her, starting to roll your hips into her touch and fuck yourself back onto her fingers.
“there you go,” she praises. “all you needed was for me to fuck this pretty pussy, hm? that’s my good girl..”
your walls flutter around her fingers. thick and skilled, making your chest heave. sevika goes back to licking at your tits, trying now to give them as equal of attention as she can.
your vision is starting to blur at the edges as you feel a knot forming, your abs tensing and thighs starting to tremble. you aren’t going to last long, and you both know it.
sevika takes this as a challenge.
her thumb keeps steady on your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in time with her stretching you round her fingers. you’ve soaked through those pretty panties of yours, soaked her hand down to the wrist, and she loves every second of it.
she crooks her fingers just right, hitting that sweet spot inside of you. with a few more intentional thrusts and kisses to your breasts, your spine curls off the lockers and you shatter with a silent scream. sevika eases you through it, moving back up to your neck to kiss the slick skin.
“that’s it, you’re so fucking perfect,” she groans. “give it t’me, dove.”
her thumb slowly eases off your clit, and your hands fly to hold her shoulders, digging into them. your breathing is labored, your vision hazy as you come down. she pulls her fingers out and slides them into her mouth, cleaning your juices off with her tongue and swallowing every last drop.
“doin’ okay?”
you nod slowly, still lost in the sensations. sevika brushes her lips below your ear and gives a soft smile.
bracing your hand on one of the lockers, you try to fully stand up, but your legs are much too wobbly to actually manage. your girlfriend puts a hand on your waist to steady you. with a grunt and a few more tries, you stand upright, and see sevika’s smiling face. she looks thoroughly amused, but more than that, the gentle look in her eyes- the one reserved for you and you only- makes your heart ache.
you’re suddenly aware of how gross your clothes have gotten, and the state of yourself. when you frown slightly, sevika chuckles and starts leading you further into the locker room.
"Nowhere is the power of capital, the power of a handful of billionaires over the whole of society, so crude and as openly corrupt as in America. Once capital exists, it dominates the whole of society, & no...form of franchise (voting) can alter the essence of the matter.”
shit got off to a rough start butttt.. genuinely i've had one of the best summers of my life. holy shit. i'm now packing to move back to my out-of-state campus, which is consuming most of my time :( i'll be back to writing.. as soon as i can LOL. looking for a new job in my college town, preparing to get back into the swing of being a full-time student. life is good though, all things considered!!
Second, could u write a nerd vi or nerd abby or nerd sevika whatever it may be..been thinking about nerd butch x reader , and ur writing is so sweet.🤔 preferably vi though because thats bae!! Please!
of course! thank you for the request <3
❥・summary; between exams and presentations, vi is being pulled in every direction, and she's exhausted. good thing her girlfriend provides ample distraction to turn that pretty brain off.
❥ tags/warnings; nerd!vi, kinda loser!vi, college au, subtop!vi, powerbottom!reader, eater!vi, porn with (some) plot, cunnilingus, fingering, sliiight degradation, pet names.
❥・wc; 2.5k
i'm well love! how are you? thank you so much for your kind words! as a side note, i don't write for abby seeing as i know next to nothing about tlou. is that gonna get my lesbian card taken 🥹 i wasn't sure if you wanted fluff or smut, so i tried to blend the two!
minors dni.
attending college is less of a want for you, and more of an obligation.
you get no enjoyment out of long-winded lectures or tight deadlines. the whole ‘study group thing’ makes you scrunch your nose up and scoff. you’d much rather spend a school night out with friends than buried in a textbook, but alas.
your desired career calls for the degree. your parents also spent a pretty penny securing your seat in the class, and you know you won’t hear the end of it if they find you slacking. so you keep up appearances. your grades are great.
no academic dishonesty, no feeding questions into a chatbot. just you bullshitting assignments and exams. it’s been working thus far- why let the mask fall now, when the effort is so draining?
you still go to the study groups, but stay thirty minutes at the most before going back to your dorm to get dolled up for a night in the town. the assignments get turned in on time. you take your notes, though whether they’re legible is another issue entirely.
it was at one of these study groups that you met vi.
loose, unruly waves were the first thing that caught your eye, then the black thick-rimmed glasses framing her eyes. you couldn’t see her face at first, given how entrenched she was in both her laptop and notebook- so you kept looking, letting the noise of the professor droning on about thermodynamics fade into the background.
and when you finally saw her face? you knew you were done for.
you’ve always had a thing for the quiet ones. the nerdy girls, if you will. she’s definitely a bit awkward, as confirmed by her eyes flitting away the second they catch yours and her faking a cough. cute, you thought. this was much more interesting than anything academics could offer you.
you got closer to her after the session was up, having absorbed next to none of the information- you knew you’d figure it out later, just like always. approaching the girl with your phone already unlocked, you put on your best smile, playfully batting your eyelashes.
“hey,” you had said, and vi turned around, startled. almost in shock that you were really talking to her.
“uh- hi.”
you chuckled to yourself before handing her your phone, swiped open to your messaging app. “saw you across the room. i think you’re cute, wanna keep talking?”
gods, she was prettier up close. freckles lightly dusting her cheeks, the roman numeral six tattooed on her cheek- shaky lines making you think a friend must’ve done it on her dorm floor, pretty powder-blue eyes behind thick lenses. full lips pulled into a natural pout and adorned with a little scar, soft cheeks. something tells you that this girl isn’t as timid as she looks. the scars only serve to charm you further.
the woman’s mouth opened and closed a few times, no words escaping, before she typed her number in with faltering thumbs. after retrieving your phone, your smile widened.
“what’s your name, pretty?”
“vi,” she breathed out.
oh. now the tattoo made sense.
you gave her your name in return, and she nodded. “it’s nice to meet you.”
“the same to you,” you hummed, depositing your phone into your pocket. as much as you would’ve liked to stay, the professor leading the group wasn’t one for her students meandering. “i’ll talk to you later, okay?”
talk to her later you did.
your suspicions were right. vi had a past of robbery and street fights under her belt, being one of the handful of zaunite students admitted to the academy. she swore that she left that life behind her, but you found it oddly endearing.
she was to timid, so sweet from the beginning- always calling you gorgeous, offering to help with your homework. you inevitably began running into each other in the hallways, where vi would offer to carry your textbooks for you and always hold the doors for you. you giggled and told her that wasn’t necessary. she insisted.
chance encounters turned into planned hangouts, then study sessions, then dates. vi was the one to ask you out first, which was incredibly unexpected, though not unwelcome.
“you’re- uh, do you wanna go to that cafe that just opened across the street? if you wanna. we don’t have to.”
you beamed, a wide smile stretching across your lips as you nodded. “when?”
“are you free tomorrow night?”
you had planned to catch up on some assignments then, but you supposed they could wait. one night wasn’t going to make your grades falter.
“yeah, i should be. i’ll see you then, vi.”
the two of you talked and talked about anything and everything over coffee and pastries. time blurred as you became lost in each other’s presence. her soft voice, the sound of her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when you brought up one of her nerdy interests, all of them did you in. the attraction from the beginning was still there, but it had turned into a genuine fascination. a want to know her beyond what she shows to the rest of campus.
a sports science major. she said that she wanted to become a physical therapist, or maybe a personal trainer- she isn’t sure yet. the chemistry classes are just gen-eds she has to get out of the way, while physics prove to be crucial in her desired field.
hearing her ramble about her interests was endearing. she had a 4.0, no surprise there, something she didn’t gloat about but was incredibly proud of. she seemed to live and breathe college.
figuring vi out proved to be more intriguing than any class you’ve ever taken. this was something that you could put your mind to.
by the end of the night, you felt well and truly intertwined with her. vi tried to argue about who would pay the bill, until you raised an eyebrow and said, “you wanna make me happy right?”
“of course,” she murmured, brows furrowing.
“then let me pay, hm? unless you don’t want a secret date.”
her mouth fell open like you just threatened her life, and she frantically shook her head. cute.
“i- no, no! i do! fine, you can pay, just this once. but i’m gonna next time.”
that was a tremendous victory at the time, and a deal you could make piece with. you put your card down, and the rest of the night opened the doors to much deeper connections. kissing her cheek as you exited, vi’s hand found its way into yours. her hands were unexpectedly rough, but still unbelievably soft.
it wasn’t long at all until you became official.
you, the peppy and beautiful girl who was already so many people’s campus crush, and vi, the nerdy one who blends into the background more often than not.
she may appear that way to others. you know how kind, passionate, selfless, and intelligent she is.
sometimes, that intelligence becomes infuriating.
namely, when you’re sat across from vi in your dorm, you posted on your bed and her at your desk. she’s had her nose buried in her physics textbook for the past three hours, saying that she needs to brush up for tomorrow’s exam- even though she’s been “brushing up” for several hours a day for the past week.
you’re clad in a little tank that clings to your skin, pebbled nipples poking through thin fabric in the chilly dorm, and sleep shorts that hug your form just right. and your girlfriend is completely unaffected.
dark circles cling to her undereyes, though you’ve been persistent about her sleep schedule. vi sleeps in your room more often than not, and seeing as you requested a single room, the arrangement works out perfectly.
it also means there’s nobody to bother you, or interrupt your more.. heated moments.
“baby,” you sigh, your voice taking on a whiny tone. “you need to rest. aren’t your eyes starting to hurt?”
“no,” she insists, though the way she’s squinting and rubbing her forehead suggests otherwise. “just needa get a little more in.”
“you’ve been saying that for days.”
vi lets out a heavy sigh. she’s stretching herself thin, as she so often does. it hurts your heart to see her putting her mind to something like this when she’s already secured her position at the top of the class by virtue of being herself.
that, and you’re feeling a little starved for attention.
“come onnn, baby. you need to take a break.”
“i will. soon.”
you roll your eyes, lips pulling into a little pout. “how soon?”
vi doesn’t make a reply. she just gets lost in that damned book again, her hand jotting down notes quicker than you can process. her brain must hurt by now, the way she’s been going at this.
there has to be some way to pull her away from it. a little whine escapes you as you scoot closer to the edge of your bed, brows furrowing in the most pathetic expression you can muster. “i’m getting all lonely over here, y’know..”
that makes vi pause.
she doesn’t say anything at first, just looks over- and then you spread your legs just a little, tilting your head back and putting yourself on full display, and she’s done for.
“fuck, you’re not playing fair.”
“maybe not,” you hum. “but don’t you wanna give that pretty head of yours a break?”
you don’t need to ask her twice.
the book is closed within seconds. your girlfriend practically scrambles over to your bed, making you giggle, and she situates herself between your legs. smooth thighs frame her head, the smell of you absolutely intoxicating. the sight of her down there, eyes blown wide in pure want, hair a frizzy mess as she silently begs for you, makes heat rush to your core.
vi’s hands tremble a little as they reach for the waistband of your shorts.
“can i?”
“go ahead,” you breathe out.
vi doesn’t waste any time. she tugs the shorts down over your thighs, discarding them to some unknown corner of the room. her eagerness makes you chuckle. her eyes widen and a little whimper escapes her once she catches sight of the damp patch on your panties.
“did i do this, love?”
you nod, and she swallows. vi’s cheeks are flushed, visible even in the dim light, breathing heavy in anticipation. all of a sudden, academics are the last thing on her mind. the meal laid out in front of her is all she can focus on.
within seconds, your panties are tugged off and forgotten as she tugs you closer to her by your hips. you yelp slightly, fading into a giggle. she’s always been an eager one.
“you wanted this bad, hm?”
“yeah,” she sighs, not an ounce of shame detectable. you shiver as her warm breath ghosts over your cunt.
the woman takes in the sight before her, near gasping. pretty puffy lips glistening, arousal already coating your inner thighs, clit peeking out and near throbbing. begging for her attention.
all of this is for vi, and vi only.
she lunges forward like a woman starved.
licking a firm stripe up your pussy, she lands on your clit and starts swirling her tongue around the bundle of nerves, pulling a shaky moan from you. your fingers thread through fuchsia locks, beckoning her closer. the woman slurps and savors you, your scent filling her senses.
“mmph, you’re so sweet,” she says against you, sending vibrations up your spine.
lewd, pornographic noises spill from your lips. you’ve never been one to hold back. maybe your neighbors will hear- then again, you can’t be bothered to care right now.
looking down at her, the pussydrunk look in her eyes only serves to heighten your pleasure. glasses fogged up, she’s never been more beautiful.
vi’s lips form a seal around your clit and she starts to suck, and your head falls back with a ragged cry.
“fuck, fuck- vi!”
she hums against you, switching between suckling and teasing with her tongue. you don’t even notice when she lines up two thick fingers with your leaking hole, gently pressing them in and stretching you so deliciously.
you’re so wet that the digits go in easily, too easily.
“love this sweet cunt,” she groans. “could stay here all night..”
you let out a breathy giggle, biting your lip for a moment. your senses are overwhelmed, between vi attacking your clit and crooking her fingers inside of you just right.
“i know you could, shit. where’s my smart girl gone, huh? brain gone all fuzzy?”
she whimpers, your words going straight between her legs. and she nods without shame.
no verbal answer comes, she just doubles down in her efforts. her fingers reach deeper and prod at that spongy spot inside of you, making your vision blur for a second and a choked cry to escape you. you’re tugging at her hair now, the delicious sting making her moan as her hips start to roll against the mattress in a desperate attempt for some kind of friction.
you aren’t going to last long.
your juices coat vi’s chin. aside from your head falling back, your gaze has never left vi’s, but hers keeps flickering between your face and your cunt. she’s lingering there a little longer than you’d like, and through moans, you say, “eyes up, babe- gonna make me fuckin’ cum..”
blue eyes flicker back up to yours without hesitation. she looks so wanton, unabashedly desperate. her fingers thrust in and out again and again, a familiar knot beginning to form in your lower stomach.
vi’s efforts to bring you there are getting you closer and closer. your mind is hazy, you’re a moaning mess by now, and your girlfriend’s tongue flattening against your swollen clit makes you cry out as you shatter.
your orgasm slams into you like a tsunami, washing over you in quick and harsh waves. “vi- oh, fuck, right there, don’t you dare stop-”
she doesn’t for a second.
pleasing you is the only thing on her mind. this is much more important than the upcoming exam. so much more engaging than that textbook. she eases you through it, still lightly sucking, still lazily pumping inside of you.
it’s not until you push her head away gently with a lopsided smile that she stops. the look of utter devotion on her face could make you cum all over again, and without words, you tug her up to claim her lips in a bruising kiss.
it’s quick, wet, messy. you can taste yourself on her tongue, swirling with yours, as she crawls on top of you- and you giggle against her.
your arms wrap around her toned back, pulling the woman flush against your chest as your lips start to trail down her jaw, mouthing at soft skin, hearing breathy sighs come from her. you’re floating on a high, and you feel so goddamn loved.
“yeah, i knew you wanted it bad,” you sigh. “mm.. but you still need your turn, don’t you? poor baby.”
with a strangled whine, vi nods, and you chuckle.
“alright, i’ll give you what you want. you’ve earned it.”
I love reading your personal essays! I dont know how to properly respond 🤣 it feels like I'm doing a canvas reply which I dont want it to feel but i enjoy reading !! Thank you for sharing them.
haha i'm glad to hear!! don't worry at all, i really do appreciate that you're reading and enjoying them 🖤 if i'm being totally honest i didn't expect anyone to read them, given that most ppl are here for fics (rightfully so) so i appreciate this more than you know!!
a narrative piece about the sanitization of lesbianism within popular culture. purity culture helps nobody, while lesbians are still capable of perpetuating aphobia. nuance has become a lost art.
cosplayed jinx with my friend as vi!! this was so much funnn eek 🖤
side note: my jinx cos is 100% handmade but i'm gonna have to remake my pants. i made it last year and turns out being a dance major made my quads a lot bigger so the pants are skin-tight now 😭 i'm stronger but at what cost.
❥・summary; headcanons of parker ellis as your wife.
❥・tags/warnings; fluff, some mentions of illness and injury, sooome hurt/comfort, slight crack, domesticity.
❥・wc; 1.2k
wife!parker who is so utterly proud to call you hers. she shows you off at every chance she gets. someone glances at her lockscreen and she smirks a little to herself before saying, “mhm, my wife.”
wife!parker who also reminds you how proud she is to call you hers- she sneaks up behind you while you’re doing laundry to pepper sweet kisses on your cheeks, relishing in your giggles as she whispers soft words into your skin. “mine, all mine.” she’ll also bring you breakfast in bed every now and again and put little smiley faces and hearts on your eggs in ketchup (if you like that, LOL). many people would think she’s too old and hardened for that kind of thing, but you know she isn’t.
wife!parker who can get a liiittle bit possessive. a little jealous, too. she trusts that your friendships won’t cross lines, but seeing you cozy up with other women makes something stir within her. even if it seems like innocent bantering or you just putting your head on a colleague’s shoulder, she marches over to take your arm and lightly tug on it. a silent ‘we’re done.’ you’re the best thing parker has in her life, and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t shout that from the rooftops.
wife!parker who is only ever soft around you. working in the medical field is bound to change somebody, and it definitely has hardened her around the edges. whenever you’re alone together, though, the woman enjoys resting her head on your lap and letting her body relax as your fingers card through her locs. she loves to call you after her shifts, tense and on edge, and the second she hears you call her “baby,” all of it melts away.
wife!parker who has her phone on do not disturb for everyone except for you. while she won’t pick up in the middle of surgery, of course, if she has a moment and her phone chimes, she’ll hurry into a corner to text you back. honestly, she feels like a teenager in her first relationship sometimes.
wife!parker who worries herself sick about you. “babe, i’m okay,” you’ll insist, but she’ll shake her head and huff. “you gotta let me do something for you, love.”
wife!parker who knows you like the back of her hand. she knows what you like- your favorite songs, your favorite authors, your favorite spots around pittsburgh, while also knowing what makes you turn your nose up and scoff. parker also knows how to read your body language like it’s second nature. the second you start unconsciously signaling that you’re tired, she’ll start wrapping up whatever the two of you were doing. when your voice raises in tone the way it only does when you’re genuinely happy, her heart soars.
wife!parker who can tell when anything is wrong, as well. whether that be with your health or your mood overall. if you wince after a movement, she jumps into full doctor mode, asking you what’s wrong and what you’ve done to tweak the muscle. “i’m not sure,” you murmur, and she just breathes out through her nose, pressing her lips together. “that’s okay. we’ll get it figured out.”
wife!parker who has genuinely debated getting your name tattooed on her- either across her hip, on one of her forearms, or on her ribs. you may think that getting anyone’s name tattooed is a bad omen, but she sees it as a sign of devotion. she says she’d get your name tattooed on her forehead if she wouldn’t get judged for it. you can never tell if she’s joking or serious. maybe a little bit of both.
wife!parker who can’t contain her excitement when you say you want a matching tattoo with her. the two of you settled on a rather simple design, yet still something that’s meaningful. you decided to go first, and she held your hand the whole time, unable to keep herself from smiling. she barely flinched in the chair, but you still held onto her just in case she needed the support. she isn’t sure you understand how much she appreciates it.
wife!parker who keeps a photo of you in her wallet. you’re also her lockscreen, but she does believe that carrying that picture of the two of you, hand in hand and smiling ear to ear on your wedding day brings her good luck.
wife!parker who loves when you come to the gym with her. she’s a pretty casual lifter, but if you wanted to spot her or simply watch her, she’s ecstatic. even better if you also work out or you want to learn some stuff from her!
wife!parker who sleeps like a rock. working the night shift isn’t for the weak, and she’s often unable to get a decent amount of sleep before she has to come home, even if a room is open. so when she finds you at home, curled up with a book or your phone, she snuggles up next to you and falls right asleep. barely moves, but probably snores LOL.
wife!parker who loves seeing you in her clothes. “just when i thought you couldn’t get more beautiful,” she’ll murmur, running her calloused hand along your waist. “you prove me wrong.”
wife!parker who brags about you at work. shows off that very wallet picture, but doesn’t just talk about how pretty you are, or what you do for her. she speaks of your attributes first and foremost. how hard you work, how kind you are, how firm you stand in your values, the like.
wife!parker who regularly comes home with takeout from your favorite restaurant. even if she despises the place, she’ll do anything to see the way your face lights up when you’re greeted by that familiar smell.
wife!parker who washes your hair when you’re too tired to do it yourself. she finds it relaxing, and always relishes in the relaxation evident on you when she does it.. you letting out a deep sigh as she massages your scalp and smiling softly as the water rinses over your hair. “feel good, baby?” she’ll murmur, and you always give a quiet ‘mhm.’
wife!parker who is a huge animal lover. the second you moved in together while you were still dating, she wanted to go to the shelter to get a cat. the two of you both fell in love with a sweet yet sassy tortoiseshell. it took her a little while to get acclimated to a new environment, but she fit right in. sometimes you joke that she likes parker more than you, on account of how often you find them snuggled up together. parker affectionately refers to your cat as ‘our daughter.’
wife!parker who never lets you go to bed upset. it doesn’t happen often, but it’s a given that you’ll have disagreements every now and again. she’s very stern when she tells you that you need to get this figured out, and quickly. parker has never shied away from taking accountability and working to be better for you if it was her fault, but she’s also not afraid to tell you if something you’ve done hurt her. either way, she’s very good at conflict resolution.
wife!parker who always says “i love you” upon parting. she gives you a gentle peck before having to leave for work, a squeeze as she drops you off for your appointments. where some people feel that words lose their meaning after a while, parker means every “i love you” more than the last.
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❥・summary; reader and jinx are able to reach an understanding about the situation in piltover. if anything, it stands to strengthen their bond. jinx has already lost so much- she can't stand the thought of losing one of the only people who seems to love her back.
woah. hello. it's been a whileee! i apologize for the slow updates on this series, i promise you it will have a proper (and happy) ending! debating on if i should keep isha alive. i think i will. you guys have had enough angst. as always, thank you for your patience, and i hope you enjoy 🖤
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these past few weeks have been nothing short of torturous for jinx.
knowing what you’ve seen, what you must think of her.
things are only getting worse with the tumultuous politics of piltover and zaun, ambessa’s iron fist punching down on her people. isha. sevika. as she lays in her hideout, wide awake despite the exhaustion seeping into her bones, she takes a proper breath for the first time all day.
strung-up christmas lights give the place a faint glow as isha snores away, head tucked into her side as jinx’s hand absentmindedly strokes her side. she’s a little jealous of how well the girl can sleep, given that jinx hasn’t been able to properly relax in years- but also happy that things are easier for her. she doesn’t want her to have to grow hardened to the world like she has.
the words of your last letter play over and over again in her mind. your handwriting is permanently etched into her head, she’d read it in your voice if she even knew what it sounded like- oh, how she wishes she did.
disappointment. fear. you must be scared of her now, knowing what she’s done, and that’s one of the worst things jinx has felt.
voices creep up, whispering to her that mylo and vi were right- she truly does jinx everything. she had a girl who she cares about, who cared about her, who she found refuge in- and she fucked it up, simply by being herself.
with a grumble, she rolls over, trying not to jostle isha too hard. her heater provides a steady hum while a train blows its lonesome whistle somewhere outside, and she squeezes her eyes shut. a desperate attempt to get some kind of rest.
in her sleep, isha’s hand curls into the fabric of jinx’s top, and she feels her muscles relax. she wonders if the girl is aware in some corner of her mind just how much of an anchor she’s become to her.
she still has your letter on her nightstand (which is really just a crate with a slab of metal on the top), though folded up and flipped over. she’s got it memorized, anyways.
part of her knows that she should get rid of it. you’ve seen her for who she is, and why would someone as good as you want to keep contact? still, she can’t bring herself to throw it away, maybe in a desperate attempt to cling to what you once had. what she deluded herself into thinking you had, perhaps.
finally, sleep takes her, and the hideout goes quiet. she tosses and turns, restlessly dreaming of you.
the clock inches tediously. you click your pen again, and again, and again, jaw tense as you wait for this lecture to finally be over.
it’s not a bad class, not by any means. but the professor loves to drone on about completely unrelated stories, and you can’t fucking leave. not unless you wanna retake this, and sit through even more of these class periods.
you received jinx’s letter- a desperate plea for your understanding- two weeks ago. it’s been sitting on your desk face-up the whole time, with you having read it over every night before heading to sleep. the headlines have quieted, no news on jinx other than online speculation. supposedly the girl is in hiding, and piltover is cracking down, turning the entire undercity over. no luck.
nothing could’ve prepared you to find out what your friend had done.
how terrible she could be.
yet still, you want to see the best in her. she was always so kind to you, talking to you like an old friend. she became somebody that you could trust and confide in, how could it be that there isn’t a shrivel of goodness within her?
throwing all of the letters away is an option. forgetting that you ever befriended a domestic terrorist seems like the best course of action, and you know that you’re only making things worse by stalling. you can’t help this pull you feel towards her, though, her sweet words, her little flirty remarks that you’re not sure are actually flirty remarks.
something about her is special. you’ve never felt this strongly about any of your other penpals.
and knowing the conditions of her home now, knowing the life she’s been put through since childhood, you can understand what led her to act in the way she has. it’s not something you would do yourself, yet you’re starting to see that jinx has simply picked up the weapon that wounded her.
you feel blindsided. hurt, even, that she wouldn’t be forthcoming about this, but you suppose that if you were in her shoes, you might do the same thing.
she’s admitted to it. why are you drawing this out, when she’s said she’s trying to do better?
with a clap to the desk and a sigh, the professor dismisses the class, and you let out a sigh as you begin to pack your belongings. no classes left after this, and you’re somehow caught up on your homework- with the day off work, too. you’d almost rather have a shift to rush to, instead of all of this time you don’t know what to do with- other than dwell about jinx.
the walk back to your dorm is usually relaxing. you’re surrounded by beautiful greenery no matter where you go. you’ve been keeping your head down recently, though. as you approach your room, you’re first greeted by the letter on your desk- which you finally turn over, face-down on your desk. you reach for the stationery, same place it always is, and pull out your chair.
nov 17
jinx,
i’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write you. i’ve been tied up with other things, and honestly, i needed time to take in your last letter and what i found out. i’m still processing it. it’s kind of a lot. i think the sane thing to do would be to toss all of your letters and forget this ever happened, but i can’t. i care about you too much. it feels unfair to you.
i’m still not happy about you hiding this from me, but i understand why you did it. i hope you’re safe. are things getting better? are you actually in hiding? i hope this reaches you well. don’t be too reckless.
i’m not a monster. i know how hard all of this can be, especially when you’ve been dealt a bad hand. i’m sure you’re aware that bilgewater has had our own fair share of troubles, too, and although i’m fortunate enough to not have been caught up in that, i know several people who are. the world is kind of fucked no matter where you go. i can’t imagine being hunted down for sport, though.
i also think that if you wanted to hurt me, or innocent bystanders in general, you’d have found a way. you seem resourceful like that. i think that counts for something. you may have done a lot of horrible things, but you aren’t too far gone.
it’s admirable that you feel so strongly about this. we’re living in a world where most people don’t give a shit anymore. so you wanting liberation for your people kind of goes to show that you’re not tuned into this.. apathy, i guess? that is so common.
i’ve been alright otherwise. i won’t lie, this has been weighing heavily on me. i think because you have shown me a kind of care i’m not used to. i think of you a lot, you know, and even though i needed space to decide what i’d do, i was wondering the whole time if you were still alive. you’d be surprised how badly i want you alive, even if you don’t see much of a future for yourself.
midterms have passed. i’m in that weird period between midterms and finals where it’s too early to start cramming, but they’re still hanging over my head. it’s torture, i tell you. i just sat through one of the most painful lectures of my life, too, so i’m already exhausted. i’ll stick it out, though, i always do. i’m having the most trouble with my gen ed classes, oddly enough. the classes required for my major are totally fine. things usually seem to work out that way, though, right?
i’ve also been working a lot, so i haven’t even had time to properly think or to digest what i’ve been learning. i’m having to take notes after i get back to campus and i’m smelling like coffee and i don’t wanna deal with anything. i don’t know what it is lately, but customers have been so rude. i’m over it.
things with my family are good. i called my mom yesterday, and she’s doing well. she keeps sending me pictures of my cat on my bed, it makes me wanna cry that i can’t be there snuggling with him. i’m seeing everyone again over winter break, only a little under a month left. i’m counting down the days.
family trouble is always awful, though, and i hate that you have nobody. if nothing else, know what you have me, okay? even if i’m thousands of miles away and we’ve never met in person, i care, i love you. you’re a good person underneath it all, i’m sure of it. are there therapists in zaun? maybe not, considering what you’ve told me. i think that therapy would be good for you. if not, try finding healthy outlets. less.. destructive ones.
i like journaling. i like writing in general, that’s part of why i started penpaling. getting your feelings out on paper feels good, even if the page is a jumbled mess. it doesn’t need to make sense to anyone other than me. you’re artsy, so maybe drawing or painting or building your bombs (and not using them for mass destruction) can provide a good creative outlet too!
please don’t take this as me patronizing you. i know that this isn’t a one-size-fits-all situation. you’re not a commodity that needs to be fixed. i just want to see you doing better. i want to see you thrive and build a better life for yourself. at least try to do that for me.
i’ve been there too, believe it or not. maybe not in your exact situation, i’ve never killed anyone- but i know how it feels to not want to be alive. like the world as a whole is working against you, and you’re fundamentally fucked. believe me when i say that it gets better.
and please, try to find friends where you are, too. i can only do so much, as much as i wish i could give you a hug and tell you that everything will be okay. why do our nations have to be so far apart? anyways, take care of yourself. stay safe. don’t die. i’ll be a basket case if i wake up one day and read a headline that you’re dead, or you’ve been sentenced to life in prison or something.
stay warm in this weather. write me back.
jinx doesn’t think anything when sevika stumbles into her hideout yet again. she’s probably about to get on her case for hiding out, like they haven’t just rescued isha from stillwater- like she hasn’t just found a lead toward vander’s being alive.
the woman doesn’t say anything, though, barely even spares a glance at her. jinx’s dark brows are furrowed, she’s about to speak up when sevika drops an envelope into her lap and turns back the way she came. jinx’s heart jumps in her chest.
isha looks over from where she’s stationed with stink maw and scuttle butt, then her lips tug upward as she realizes what she’s got. you may not know it, or even know about isha, but the little girl has listened to jinx’s ramblings about you more times than she can count. she’s smart beyond her years, too, something of a literary genius, and has read over your letters too.
it’s odd, when jinx thinks about it. that paper has been passed through your hands and isha’s. two of the people she cares for most.
she rips open the envelope as carefully as she can and near sobs when she sees your handwriting. to hell with the teabags and stickers you included, jinx just wants to see what you have to say. and as she reads line by line, she feels the pressure of oncoming tears, her pulse beating violently. she’s in disbelief that you’re truly understanding her. seeing where she’s coming from. you’re not going to leave her.
when she reads that ‘i love you,’ the dam breaks, and hot tears are streaming down her face. she’s been holding back so much these past few weeks, going through fights and loss like nobody ever should- but along with isha, there’s finally something good to hold out for.
you probably don’t love her the way that she loves you. the girl isn’t sure if you ever will.
but you do love her, regardless.
maybe she isn’t so doomed, after all.
isha gives jinx a worried look, wide eyes fixed on the letter, and jinx gives a teary laugh. “‘m okay, kid,” she breathes out. “she doesn’t wanna stop talking to me. i was kinda afraid she’d never write me again.”
her expression morphs into one of joy, before small arms are thrown around her neck and jinx giggles, dropping the letter momentarily to return her embrace.
“i know, i know. i’m really happy, too.”
once isha’s scuttled back to her corner to keep playing with her toys and coloring, jinx reads the final paragraphs. it’s nice, seeing these little windows into your life. she wishes she could hear more about these classes, about your exams, maybe even help you with them. maybe to taste some of the coffee you’ve made at your job, and leave a little note for you in the tip jar (accompanying an actual tip).
what she wouldn’t do to know you as intimately as your college friends do.
still, it’s nice. your kind words near make her sob all over again, jinx wondering to herself what she’s done to be deserving of such affection.
she still believes herself to be a monster. if you don’t see it, though, jinx trusts your judgement.
november 30
(name,)
oh, god. i was afraid you’d never write to me again. do you know how fucking happy i was when i got your letter? i cried. like, actual tears. it was actually kind of embarrassing. i’m so glad that you aren’t leaving.
i don’t think i’m all that you crack me up to be. maybe you don’t understand because we haven’t met in person, but i’m kind of an awful person. that’s what everybody seems to think, at least. did you know that i used to have a different name? powder. that was me.
until i went on a mission as a kid and fucked everything up. dropped our stolen goods in the river, and while i was trying to make everything better, i killed the people i loved the most. my (adoptive dad before my adoptive) dad, my brothers. i’ve had to live with that for the past eight years. my sister told me my brother was right, that i really am a jinx, and, well.. here we are.
i don’t think i’ve ever recovered from that. dunno if i ever will. that’s where the name comes from. i’ve lost three father figures, isn’t that fucked up? the third gave me the name, he encouraged me to take the explosive potential i had and raise hell for piltover. i’m starting to see that maybe that wasn’t the right way to do things. i’m not sure what else i’m supposed to do, though. i’m so used to this life of running, causing chaos.. what other option is there? even when i try to fix things, i always find a way to make them worse, somehow.
i do have a new friend, though. that’s nice. i talked about her in my last letter, but never properly introduced her. you were probably confused as all hell. i’ve kind of gotten to step into a big sister role. it’s foreign.. but a really nice change of pace. her name is isha, she’s seven. maybe eight? i haven’t cracked that one yet. super cute kid, doesn’t say much, but we have our own little way of talking. she kinda literally fell into my lap, i didn’t know what the hell to do with her at first, but now.. i can’t imagine life without her. she’s made things so different. i can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing.
it’s been kinda weird making non-explosives for once. we’ve been having a blast with the toys i make her, though. she’s an artist in the making, too! you should see some of her drawings. prodigy, i tell you.
if anything, i want her to grow up better than i did. to have a proper shot at happiness. maybe that’ll be my goal going forward.
yeah, you’re right. i have no clue if therapy is a thing in zaun. if it is, chances are nobody could afford it. i definitely can’t. i guess outsourcing to piltover is an option, but again, that comes down to money, and it’s a bit of a hike.. i don’t know how i feel telling a complete stranger about all the shit i deal with, anyways. kind of ironic, considering how i spilled my guts to you. i feel like that’s different, though.
i love you too. i hope you know that. you’re a really, truly good person. it feels weird having someone genuinely care. i mean.. vi’s said she does, but she joined forces with the pilties, and everyone else up and left or died. how can i trust them? you and isha are all i have. maybe i’ll try to make other friends. i have a childhood friend i’ve wanted to call, but i don’t know if i can fully trust him yet. maybe he’ll rat me out. maybe he won’t. he’s a good person. i don’t feel like i can trust much of anyone right now.
i appreciate it, though. thanks for trying to help. that feels really weird.
i’d usually just tell people to scram and that i’ll be fine. i’m trying new things out, though.
try not to overwork yourself so much. you can’t run on fumes. best of luck with your finals, i’m sure that this’ll get to you around the time you have to start cramming again. how many do you have? i’d help if i could. i hope your job is treating you well, too. fuck rude customers. they don’t know what’s good for them.
hope your cat’s well, too. at least you’ll get to see him soon. i’m guessing you’ll be home for break, should i switch back to that address for the next letter?
doing my best to stay warm. i’ve got a little firefly clinging to my side and a space heater in my room. you do the same.
all the best,
jinx
the walk back from the library is treacherous, especially when you’ve just finished an hours-long study session. something of an uphill hike. you swipe open your phone when you feel a buzzing in your pocket, greeted by an email that says you have letter mail- which can only be bill collectors, or jinx.
you really, really hope it’s the latter.
the bag on your back is heavy enough for you to want to drop it at your room, though, and when you make it to the campus post office, you’re elated to find out that it is jinx. the same signature pink, scratchy handwriting across the front, with numerous shark doodles on the back (and new bugs in yellow?), it’s all a sign that jinx is okay.
you thank the postal receptionist, another exhausted student, before heading back toward your dorm. you can barely count down the minutes before getting back there, your fingers rush to rip open the envelope (while still preserving the doodles).
making yourself comfortable on your bed, you see cute little stickers jinx must have picked up recently and a 4x6 printed photo of.. a kid. hm.
once you read the letter, though, carefully hanging onto jinx’s every word, it makes sense. it brings a bubbling warm feeling in your chest, knowing that the girl is doing well. as well as she can be under her current conditions, anyway.
she has a companion. she’s safe. she’s finding happiness in her surroundings, and doesn’t seem to be at a stronger risk of endangering herself.
right now, from where you’re stationed, there’s not much you can do. mutual aid efforts seem near nonexistent or inaccessible to foreign citizens.
try as you may, you’re tied down to bilgewater- school, work, and family come first, after all.
something about these letters feels so intimate, though. maybe you’re imagining things, but jinx’s handwriting has seemed to get neater since you started exchanging letters. less anxious, a little less heavy-handed. rather than a scratchy scrawl, it seems something closer to your imperfect print. like she’s sitting down and truly taking her time for you.
getting caught up in things that are likely in your imagination isn’t good for you. you know that much- you might’ve thought you were better than it, but with jinx taking more and more of your mental space, imagining what her voice might sound like, taking in the smell of slight gunpowder and vanilla-scented perfume that lingers on the papers, you’re slipping faster than you can catch yourself.
the picture is cute, too- isha, as you now know her, flashing the camera a toothy grin and holding up one of the toys that jinx had made for her. she looks so carefree and sweet. you truly do have hope that she’ll be able to live a safer life than your friend- or whatever she is, now- but more importantly, you have faith in jinx’s ability to make it happen.
glancing at your bag, then at the letter in your hand, you sigh as the need to organize said notes and cramming wins out. later, you tell yourself. you’ll write her back.
dec 12
jinx,
hello! i hope that this letter reaches you well. yours reached me while i was deep in cramming for finals. i have three. not terrible, but they’re all pretty dense and it’s expected for me to take at least an hour and a half taking the exams. i’m scared shitless, naturally, trying my best though. i appreciate your support :)
about two weeks left before i have to sit for them. there’s some group review sessions next week that i’m honestly not sure i’ll go to. i’ve never really understood group studying, i’m not sure why. i just can’t focus with other people around, even if they’re classmates and/or friends. that’s probably why i’ve never had a good experience with a tutor, either.
i’ll make it regardless. i may think that i’m doomed, but some kind of janna-given divine intervention always seems to work.
i understand where you’re coming from. therapy and all that isn’t a one-size-fits-all solution, and the conditions you live in (and the fact you’re in hiding) complicate things. it’s good that you’re trying to regulate, at least. i hope that all goes well with vi.
the things you’ve gone through are heartbreaking to read through. i can’t imagine what it’s like to actually be the one experiencing them. i want to let you know, though, that you aren’t a jinx. far from it. look at isha. she’s proof that you aren’t some bad omen, right? and look at what we have. that may be different, but i don’t feel that my life has gotten worse since we started writing each other. quite the opposite, in fact. none of what happened all those years ago was your fault, and you need to be a little more fair to yourself. you were only a child. i don’t think you’re a jinx, but i respect whatever name you choose to go by.
i also really appreciate that you trust me enough to tell me all of this. obviously, you just have to take my word for it, but i won’t hurt you or turn against somebody. if you have nobody in your corner, you have me, at the very least.
good news, i got to go home this past weekend! seeing my family again was such a breath of fresh air, and i got to see my cat, too (see the picture of him)! i think he might’ve gotten fatter, somehow. i didn’t do much other than rest. it’s weird trying not to worry about school or work, since that’s all i feel like i do. but it was also nice having home-cooked meals and going out with a friend of mine, after getting used to mundane days and shitty food on campus. i go out, of course, but it’s easy to feel like you’re in a sort of bubble when you live on campus.
the drawings on the letter and envelope are super cute, by the way! i’m guessing that was a collaborative effort by you and isha? in my free time (the little free time i have) i’ve been doing some paint-by-number pieces. the one i’m working on is a super cute cat next to a christmas tree that my mom got me, haha. it’s nice to sit down and unwind. i’m sure you’re able to do that with building things that won’t kill anyone. maybe building things that will kill someone is fun, too. i wouldn’t know.
do you have any plans for the holidays? my family doesn’t really celebrate, but we still come together since we all have the time off. i’m sure you can imagine that bilgewater doesn’t get much snow. it doesn’t get very cold here, either, so we’re planning to go to the beach. weird, i know. first thing in the morning, we wake up to open gifts, then haul our stuff into the car to be on our way. we usually have dinner by the water and maybe go swimming if it’s warm enough. i’ve always wanted to spend winter in somewhere more fitting like ionia or the freljord, i’ve just never had the money for it. maybe one day. i’ll for sure mail you some gifts, though! already browsing for them.
it sucks that i can’t afford to travel. if it were up to me, i’d be giving you the gifts in person, but alas. tell me all about your plans! even if they’re simple. i enjoy hearing about what’s going on in your life.
be good to yourself. stay safe. i worry myself sick about you sometimes, and i don’t think you really understand that. write me back when you get the time. i love you!
the letter reaches jinx after the first encounter with vander- warwick, depending on your persuasion. she’s bone-tired. exhausted in a way that causes her feet to drag and her eyes to near sink in, isha trailing behind her like a tiny anchor.
vi believes her. she has something good going for her. for once in her turbulent, cruel life, it feels like she can breathe.
jinx makes a little ‘oof’ sound as she collapses into the fort of pillows and blankets isha’s made. the little girl giggles and lays down next to her, while jinx barely even reacts. she’s had a day, that’s for sure.
she was going to shower when she got back, maybe trim the dead ends of her braids. maybe use some scalp oil, too, considering she underestimated vi’s strength and her pulling at her hair really fucking hurt. tomorrow. she needs to sleep, first and foremost, then sit back to process. maybe journal, like you suggested.
the girl isn’t sure you’re aware of how big of an influence you’ve had on her life.
the two of them are hoping to go to a commune near the fissures, on the outskirts of zaun. a definitive date hasn’t been decided, but the sooner they do it, the better. her sister is tied up with trying to crawl out of this bender she’s been on, while they both need to reign in her father enough that it’ll be safe to take him elsewhere.
huh. her father.
it feels nice to be able to say that again.
“don’t make me get up,” jinx mumbles, voice laced with exhaustion. isha takes off her helmet and throws it into the corner of the room, soon to be forgotten. as jinx looks over, her eye catches something tossed onto her nightstand- a powder-blue envelope decorated with pink lettering, stationed next to the keurig she’s gotten purely for the bags of tea you send her.
isha’s dead to the world, already passed out cold- something jinx snorts at as her eyelids weigh heavy. she lets herself drift off, her arm curling around the little one’s body, comforted by her steady breathing. she’ll read it first thing in the morning, she decides.
𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℴℴ𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓇𝓃༯ Going to the Orlando metro area with my man and my best friend.
𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝒾ℊℊℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂༯ Fulfillment, meaning, and peace. Also to become an actress but also a figure for other black women and guide us till I can't anymore.
𝒮ℴ𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 ℴ𝓃 𝓇ℯ𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓉༯ I literally can't choose but artist that I'm rarely gonna skip are: Miguel, Beyoncé, Megan Thee Stallion, Iyla, & Arctic Moneys.
hair color: i have a split dye, one side is my natural brown the other side is pink and green
favorite colors: pink and green (shocker, i know)
favorite drink: big fan of ice water
one thing you love about yourself: my own sense of humor, i genuinely believe i’m the funniest person on the planet
if you could be any animal, what would you be: a chihuahua specifically owned by myself or my husband. we love our little ratdogs 🫶
dream place to visit: i’ve always wanted to go to new zealand, ireland and greece
one thing you’re looking forward to right now: i’m going to the beach tomorrow!
my biggest dream: i’d love to own an animal rescue 🥺
song permanently on repeat: currently summer disease by millington
no pressure tags: @satorusdollie @satorusdreamer @hotties4gojo @satoruined @lunarkyn @oporotheca @iamsoclone @serpenttine @plaguecxlt @siennayaps + whoever would like to join
omg this is so sugoi thank u for the tag sugarplum <3
hair colour: i have red hair rn!! but the underside is like a bright neon pink.
favourite colour: purple! always purple, my soul colour.
favourite drink: i love a pepsi max but atm id have to go watermelon redbull, and alcoholic is peach schnapps w lemonade!
one thing you love about yourself: while it can be a pain sometimes, i think how much i care about people. when i love i don’t do it in halves.
if you could be any animal: uhm uhm uhm i think a whale shark! they’re beautiful and i love the ocean a lot, i think it’d be pretty chill
dream place to visit: south korea! i’d absolutely love to visit incheon
one thing you’re looking forward to right now: i’m going to one of my uni bsfs hometowns and all the girls are reuniting for day drinking and sleepover
biggest dream: being a writer and living in a tiny little cottage w my gf and our cats
song permanently on repeat: blink gone from the alien stage soundtrack (till 4eva)
npts!: @elsfawns @stungjinx @adieutristana @satellitespinner @lesmerri and anyone else who wants to
one thing i love about myself: my pursuit of knowledge, i always ask questions and want to know the "why" behind everything. it's exciting to always be learning!
if you could be any animal: a bat 🦇
dream place to visit: china but i'm going there in december SOOOO my next dream place is germany!
one thing you're looking forward to right now: @ne0nspr1te coming to visit me!! <3
biggest dream: becoming a professional ballet dancer (and hopefully writer, too) and having a house with a bay window + cats!!!!
song permanently on repeat: maman a tort by mylène farmer :)
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