contents&warnings! : slow-ish burn | ooc jinx maybe? | author attempts to write a complex character (jinx) | angsty-ish + fluff | lots of banter | author tries to understand jinx's character as they write | reader is blk fem coded but don't let that stop you from reading | eventual smut (for you freaks) | not beta read | doesn't know if jinx is jinx or powder | use of second person point of view | portrays bpd | i'm making this shit up on the spot
!! DISCONTINUED !!
OVERVIEW
to break the cycle, jinx leaves piltover and zaun as a whole. due to a storm, jinx crash-lands onto a tropical paradise and decides to settle down. easier said than done when you feel like you don't belong anywhere. this paradise seems to be a century behind in its technology, but that doesn't stop the smiles on the locals' faces.
keeping to herself is hard with such welcoming residents who never sleep. it's even harder when she takes an interest in someone who lives every day like it's their last. but of course, nothing is what it seems, even for a place as cheery as this.
where have you gonneeee, i miss your stories so bad bro😭💔
oh my god, i haven't checked this account in a HOT minute. bbg, i am so sorry i had no idea ppl fr wanted this. I've discontinued the series bc i realized i had no idea what to do with it. i've been busy with college and working on other personal projects... but i'm getting back into writing after an identity crisis :))
contents&warnings! : wc: 4.0k | post season 2 | lower-case indented | angst | heart to heart | just kiss already 🗣️ | non-sexual intimacy | fluff | mentions of them sharing the same bed | mentions of isha | these losers can't stay serious | yes reader has plot and yes i'm going through with it | not beta read | yes i am making this up along i go |
author's note: i'm finally back after a month... don't come after me though! i'm literally in the middle of moving to a whole different state (not my choice).
❛❛ APOLOGIZE WITH FIREWORKS ❜❜
a careless toss of an envelope with this week’s paycheck slid off the desk. your eyes followed the movement. “you’re slacking, [name].”
you’ve been slacking for the past two weeks. that’s how long it’s been since you and blue fought. you thought that she would come around and the two of you would hang out again like nothing happened, but of course, it didn’t. you were given straight radio silence, you even tried visiting her at her workshop and home. nothing.
she was your best friend and you hurt her to the point she’s shut herself in. was she even in there? was she ignoring you? did she run off? did she hate you now? did you just ruin everything? you couldn’t tell, it was like she locked herself in. this was killing you.
every since she left it was like all the good things she brought with her did too. the endless laughter between the two of you, the satuation of the world. because of her you finally felt safe, your loan sharks finally stopped bothering you.
sometimes you think you see her (which you don’t). anything blue made you think of her, clouds too. you can’t bring yourself to eat the blue raspberry candy.
the truth was that she was your good luck charm.
“do you want to lose this job?” big don’s voice rang in the office, snapping you back to reality. lose this job? this was the only job that could help pay off your debt that didn’t involve selling yourself, beating others half to death, and stealing.
“i’ve been kind to you. i gave you this pussy job so you could pay me back with my own money.” he leans forward resting his clasped-together hands on the desk.
“but i see something,” the tall man raises from his seat. your breath got caught up in your throat and your heart quickened its pace.
“…someone has made you sloppy. has taken your attention off of what is really important.” you knew what he meant and you couldn’t deny it.
you have gotten sloppy with your work, clocking out a little bit early, and coming to work late more often— that was you when you and jinx started hanging out, but since jinx and you have gotten into that fight all of it got worse.
“that new girl…” your eyes shot from the ground and straight to big don. the way he referred to her made your stomach turn. was he going to send his goons after her too.
“don’t—“ without thinking you stepped forward, you were about to walk up and slap him. good thing your mind caught up with you.
yay, no bullet between your eyes!
“don’t what?” big don shot back at you, he stopped pacing and walked over to you. “run her out of flosnum? tie up the new girl in town? have some of my men give her a good beating? or maybe i’ll make you do that…” gulping at his implication you step back. you knew big don was sick, but surely not that sick?
right?
towering over you, two heads taller his dull dark eyes look down at you, his eyes make you feel so insignificant. you were nothing but a mere worker bee, “[insert sibling] may have escaped off to bilgewater. ixtal? ionia? who gives a fuck anymore. what matters is that one of you is here. one thing stands. your father’s debt.”
“get your act together or you’re on your own.” he then grips your hair, and with a harsh tug he pulls you closer to him. he smelt of cigarettes and mangos, “once you’re on your own i won’t care how and what you do to pay off the debt. sell your body for all i care.”
you left his office and went back to working at the bar. overtime. work for two weeks with no pay as punishment, which was mercy considering you've been waterboarded other times.
though you were starting to consider being waterboarded instead.
how long has it been? she can’t remember, there was no point in counting hours or days when she was in this state.
her chipped painted nails scratched off her cuticles to the point they bleed. curled up in the middle of her room stuck in an unforgiving daze. a haze that consumed her mind and filled it with thoughts that pricked her brain as if they were needles.
she fucked up. again. and she doesn’t have the guts to try and fix it.
not that there was anything to fix, you were done with her. you hated her. you saw her as insane as soon as you saw her.
she was an idiot to show you that side of her. what made her think that this would be any different? danger or not, flosnum was not immune to her effect.
her blue chopped hair now grown inches past her ears but not long enough to touch her shoulders, her bangs terribly long, and the purple dye worn out. the bonsai tree on her bedroom windowsill half dead. the irrigating bear under her bed where its voice is too far to catch.
jinx. that’s who she was. she couldn’t fight it anymore. running from it has been deemed impossible even when she’s a sea away from piltover and zaun.
metal and wood clanking against each other.
she could hear it, the small huffs, exhales, and sniffles. the light-weight pitter-patter danced around her.
isha.
jinx was greatness to isha. a haven. a symbol. someone worth protecting.
jinx could feel the vibrations from the floor bouncing back to her curled-up position. she had her knees to her chest and hid her face.
she couldn’t bring herself to look up. she was scared that if she looked up she would see her. if she did, she wouldn’t know what to do.
all those times she told off sevika that jinx was dead, isha was the one that kept the image of her alive. not a symbol of destruction— no longer just a loose cannon but a hero.
powder was the one that died.
she thought that maybe if she could start over, it would all be from the beginning.
no jinx. just powder. the more she stayed on this tropical island she was reminded that she couldn’t be powder.
to be honest, jinx liked isha’s version of jinx. the version that isha would play games, watch battles fight each other, fall asleep to her overly-dramatized exploits, graffiti on walls, and stargaze with.
the careless dancing footsteps morphed into cautious ones and the steps were slightly heavier.
step. step. step.
these footsteps didn’t seem as if they were sneaking up on prey, still, jinx refused to raise her head up from her knees, her eyes stayed shut.
just ignore it.
she repeated those words, a mantra that got her through a handful of her episodes. unexpectantly, light fingertips grazed her shoulder, unsure if they could go further in the contact.
hallucinations couldn’t touch her.
a low gentle voice “blue.” jinx felt all of her defenses fall. how pathetic that’s all it took.
you crouched down behind her. jinx’s back faced you, wearing only a pink tank top and wool shorts that showed off the blue clouds on the right side of her body.
the only reason you were able to get in was because you found a foolishly placed spare key sticking out from under a ceramic pot with a wilting flower.
you were tired of waiting.
“i’m sorry.” trying to shove down the heat rising to your face, you swallow. there was nothing more you hated than apologizing, which was ironic since you did it quite often. normally when you did it, it was out of fear or common courtesy.
sincerely apologizing on the other hand? the thought of you being the person in the wrong felt like a punch in the gut, but none of that mattered.
the only thing you wanted right now was your friend back. “i’m so sorry. that day at the beach when i sighed it wasn’t towards you.” jinx was still. “that day was perfect and i ruined it. i made you feel that i didn’t enjoy it. i did! it’s just—“ you sucked in a breath before explaining.
“…i have a hard time living in the moment, i’m always thinking about my next shift. that i have my shift in this many hours, i’ll have to deal with rowdy customers in less than a day after, i have to pay off my debt.” she didn’t answer, it felt like you were talking to a brick wall.
“ever since you came into my life you have been what i look forward to.”
silence is all she gives you. not even a hum of acknowledgment. “blu—“ you couldn’t finish the nickname because of how shocked you were to see jinx finally turn her head towards you. you can only see her side profile due to the position the two of you are holding.
the saturation of her vibrant red-violet eyes is now exhausted and dull. an alarm rang in your head. scrabbling from your knees you made it to in front of her to get the whole view of her. you needed to see all of her.
jinx’s closed-off position, her days-old makeup, unkempt hair, and lightweight. her head a bit more raised so she could look at you better as your eyes roamed around her body.
her eyes.
her eyes were so doe and dull, the manic that she usually held in her eyes was nowhere to be found. this was the most vulnerable you’ve seen her yet there were still so many walls.
she looked horrible.
you did this.
“[name]…”
her hoarse voice made your heart ache. gulping, pushing down the guilt. you slowly and carefully take her hands into yours. “let’s get you cleaned up, blue.”
the first thing you did was take off her makeup with a wet piece of cloth. you had no idea how long she had been like this, it looks like she had that same face of makeup for almost a week, probably more.
her cheeks were tear-stricken with dried-up mascara and eyeliner. her purple eyeshadow was worn out along with her smudged lipstick.
you washed her hair in the sink. she sat on a chair, her head leaned back as the faucet ran through her blue locks. your hands gently messaging her scalp, and then detangled everything with a brush.
the two of you didn’t talk at all. sitting on a stool your wrist moved in circular motions, washing her back.
she felt herself slowly come back to reality. the way you were being so careful with her as if she was worth being gentle to. were you doing all of this just to torment her?
surely you weren’t faking the affection in your touch? you wouldn’t do such a thing. you couldn’t.
she felt her eyes burning up.
she felt the rough texture of the cloth exfoliating her skin, your hand carefully leading its way to her tattooed arm. your movements slow not wanting to have her pull away from your touch.
jinx lets out a ragged breath, louder than the scrubbing of her skin and water droplets. that was the first breath she let out since you came to her. your movement paused and went even slower. gentler.
that’s when she bursts into tears.
you froze up a bit hearing her choked sobs, “oh hon…” jinx’s shoulder shook as she leaned forward, away from you. her sobs only got louder and louder. saliva collected in her mouth and her face turned a pinkish hue.
putting aside the cloth you took her shoulders and pulled her back towards you, you wrapped your arms around her neck, and your head was right next to hers. “tell me what’s wrong.” you whispered in her ear, you didn’t bother hiding the tremor in your voice.
“please, talk to me. did i make you upset again?” you plead for her to talk to you.
“i’m sorry.” her sobs so broken that her voice cracks as she apologizes. “i’m sorry. i’m sorry.” she just shakes her head repeating herself over and over again.
“shh.” you say rocking the both of you side to side in an attempt to lull her sobs. “it’s okay, there’s nothing you need to apologize for. we both messed up.”
“i’m such a child, i ruined everything!” she hiccups, her sobs only worsened. she leans on you like a child seeking comfort.
“stop that. you ruined nothing, okay?” you tried to keep your voice firm.
“i made something out of nothing again and i pushed you away and now you hate me—”
you cut her off, “if i hated you would i be here right now?”
“you will once i mess up again.”
sighing, you pinch her cheek. “it was a silly little fight, we got through it.”
jinx winces at the pinch but she doesn’t pull away instead, her cries lessen and her face scrunches up a bit. “what if we get into another fight?”
not letting go of her cheek you kept speaking, “we’ll get through it. even when i get irritated or mad with you, i’ll always come back to you.” she turns her head and you pull away to give her some space to move.
her eyes were bloodshot, her pink irises sparkled as if she was begging you to confirm your words. “you’re my best friend, things like this will always pass over, i promise.”
jinx’s sobs were no more and what was left was her small sniffles as you got back to bathing her.
getting back together with you made jinx realize some things.
number one: you would never ever ever ever leave her no matter what!
this meant she could do anything without you leaving her. like sleeping together in the same bed and kicking you off.
number two: the two of you were practically made for each other!
she has been clinging onto every second of the day and you welcomed it with open arms. (well other than the times she’s stalking you, but you don’t need to know that!) has she gotten more childish with you? maybe.
it was your day off so per usual you were with her, instead of rotting together at her workshop the two of you went out for ice cream and window shopped. the two of you walked side by side in the blazing heat, jinx’s arm hooked on yours.
usually, she would complain and complain in this weather and end up with sunburns which you had to tend to. these days she wouldn’t, it was like she grew up with flosnum. she wore a mismatched bikini top and stockings, low rise shorts black and pink shorts, and black boots with pink laces.
“new style?” you raised a brow.
“just matching the weather.” jinx licks the dripping cotton candy ice cream from her cone. the undercity wasn’t hot like flosnum. it was humid at best but mostly cold. hell, she felt the warmth of sun on her skin more on her first week here than she did her whole life in zaun.
going on your route you spot a jewelry vendor, something catches your eye. mindlessly pulling away from her to go check it out jinx furrows her brows, she follows behind you. your eyes were on the turtle trinket. the jewels on it sparkled like no other.
stupid.
jinx’s finger hooks on the loop of your bottoms and pulls you closer to her side. she bends over a bit to get a better look at the stupid trinket. “oh come on, toots, you don’t need this. you already have that ugly turtle pendant.”
you smack the back of her head and she whines. “my necklace is not stupid!” you defend the bronze hanging around your neck. “besides, i wasn’t going to buy it….” your eyes trail to the price tag, the sight causes you to frown. “way too expensive anyway.” you turn on your heels and walk away from the vendor.
she watches you walk away and back to the turtle trinket. it was ugly. tacky too. you wouldn’t look good in it.
jinx shrugs and catches up with you, she loops her arm with yours licking her ice cream once again with a stolen trinket in her pocket.
number three: she missed chaos.
because of that, she’s going to blow up at tonight’s festival. she’s been working on it the day after you bathed her, tucked her into bed, and fell asleep in bed with her. which was six days ago.
don’t worry. don’t worry. she’s not going to kill anyone. she was done with that, instead, these bombs were going to make a teenie tiny little mess.
today’s festival was in honor of the day flosnum successfully defended itself against bilgewater, many lives were lost due to the battle. which was an incredible feat now that jinx thinks about it.
anyways, that doesn’t matter! what matters is that she wants to ruin it.
it’s the most jinx thing she can do.
somehow the paradise was infinitely more vibrant under the dark sky. maybe it was the twinkling stars, the glowing plants, and the fairy lights. everyone gathered in the streets, adorned in tropical garlands. the two of you held a stick, the tip burned bright, sparkling.
normally, jinx’s mind would be on how gorgeous your smile was, but today she was too excited to even think properly. she was too happy to fuck the celebration up. she had already planted the bombs.
the air was filled with a sweet and fruity scent of exotic flowers. your sweet laughter echoed in her mind finally snapping her out of it. “what’s got you so happy, blue?” she asked, pointing out her dumb smile.
jinx dropped the stick, “follow me.” she grabbed onto you forcing you to do the same and follow behind her.
there was so much of everything. people, noise, lights, smells. you canvas through the streets and she takes you onto her workshop’s rooftop. though her workshop was placed in a shady alleyway, the view she had up top was breathtaking.
her rooftop was decorated with random cut-up fabrics, unfinished projects (aka junk but she won’t let you call it that), and colorful lanterns. the stars painted the night sky, the jinx sat on the rooftop ledge. being the more cautious one you tried not to, but she forced you anyway.
“we’re best friends, right?” jinx slowly turns her head to you, your eyes are on the ground, watching the people below.
“i sure hope so,” you snort. realizing that it wasn’t the right time to joke you backtracked, “of course we are, the best of friends.” you didn’t look back but that didn’t make your response any less sincere.
her red-violet eyes trace your side profile. you were pretty like this, with the colors of the lanterns illuminating off of you. the color blue graced your brown skin and the coils of your hair. it was almost as beautiful as when the sunlight would kiss your skin.
jinx wasn’t sure when it started. “it” being when she became so attentive to you. maybe, it was the day she first saw you behind the counter of her now workshop. maybe, it was the day she crashlanded and you saved her.
the topic of the day she crashlanded was never brought up between the two of you. jinx wasn’t sure if you were aware that she knew.
jinx should’ve forgotten about you that day, her vision was hazy and smoke filled her lungs— her mind shouldn’t even have registered the details of you. but she did.
the key detail she remembered?
it was that stupid bronze necklace.
the ugly piece of metal that is still hanging around your neck. it looks as if it was handmade. well maintained yet specks of chipped-off green paint on the turtle’s shell.
“good,” jinx smiles at your answer. her hand reaches into her pocket and your eyes follow, her fist closed around not letting you know what it is just yet. “because i wanted to give you something.”
your eyes finally lock with hers. “i’m not good with words. i’m not good with my actions either.” her vibrant eyes shift away from yours, but she forces herself to keep eye contact with yours. “i fuck shit up. always. as soon as something good comes in my life it’s taken away, by my hand or something else.”
jinx couldn't find the right words, she didn't even know where she was going with this. “i ruin everything,” she laughed bitterly, her eyes searched yours to see if you were annoyed by your senseless rambling, but you didn’t. you listened, waiting for the next words to come out of her mouth.
“i’m jinxed. it’s in my name.”
jinx looks down at her hand, her fist is holding onto the mystery item tightly. then her fingers hesitantly open up her fist, revealing what’s in the palm of your hand. you look down. this feeling in your stomach, it flips and flutters. “blue, is this—“
“jinx,” she didn’t let you get a sentence in. “that’s my name.”
jinx...so that was blue's name. oddly enough, it fit her perfectly. she didn't look like a sasha, cassie, hannah, or kate. for someone as cool as her she should have an equally cool name.
“that’s so cool!” your eyes twinkle, filled with excitement, completely ignorant to the significance of this moment.
when the words left your mouth jinx left hundreds of degrees hotter. a warmth blazed through her body. no one has ever had this type of reaction to her name.
“so, you’ve been cool you’re whole life, huh?” you scrunch up your face in mock jealousy. “cool hair. cool talents. cool personality. cool name. you’re just a package, aren’t you, jinx?”
why did she like her name coming from your lips so much?
trying to hide her flustered state she puts on a cocky front, “enough of how cool you think i am. are you going to take my gift or not?” she dangles the trinket in front of your face.
“you stole it.” you blink at her unamused. still you took it from her hand.
“says who? you think i can’t afford something like this?” she tilts her head, raising a brow.
“then what’s this?” you point to the tag.
she looks at it and grumbles. after pulling it off she then put on a faux innocent smile. “what’s what?” seeing how your unamused expression didn’t waver she sighed in defeat. “i just wanted to do something for you, you deserve tiny luxuries like this. maybe it could bring you some luck too. a lucky charm.”
her words managed to make you loosen up. your face softens. “thanks, hon, but i already have a lucky charm.”
jinx’s squints her eyes at you, “wait, you do?”
"i'm talking about you, jinx."
jinx, a lucky charm? how ironic. se had always been the cause of trouble, never the solution. when she did try to find one it only made everything worse. but here the two of you are. you hailed her as your lucky charm. a good omen.
she lets out a bark of laughter, she laughs with her full chest. all of this was too surreal it was making her head spin.
POW POW POW
with distant bangs a cloud of red, then purple, then green, then blue. the town square exploded with a flurry of colorful dust. the dust danced in the sky and fell back down onto the cobbled ground as if it were snowfall.
oh right. jinx forgot about those.
the two of you whip your heads to the noise to see the mayhem going on.
their faces being painted with the colorful dye. the locals dance and twirl along with the ongoing blasts of the bright vibrant powder into the air. children rushed trying to catch the falling powder, some even making angles on the ground.
your eyes snap wide with amazement at the view, “oh my gods!” no way in hell were you going to miss out on something like this. you carefully get off the rooftop ledge and pull jinx with you.
“get your ass up, let’s join the fun!”
screams, panicked voices, and people trying to take cover, that’s what jinx expected. not the sound of flosnum residents’ laughter and cheers. her plans to cause chaos failed.
contents&warnings! : wc: 2.7k | post season 2 | lower-case indented | fluff | angst and i'm not comforting you this ch | lowkey unreliable narrator (jinx) | sexual tension if you squint | swapping spit with candy | beach episode | reader is implied to have big boobs | author attempt to write bpd splitting | reader and jinx get into an argument | not everything is sunshine and rainbows, friendship takes work and patience | not beta read | yes i am making this up along i go | PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS |
❛❛ OF COURSE, WE'RE FRIENDS ❜❜
WEEK ONE
after the two of you ran until the sunset it was awkward from there. jinx felt guilty— which she knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help it. she practically begged you to be her friend and now chickening out like a pussy every time you get close.
she didn’t know how to be a friend. what does she do? give you hugs? scary!
you on the other hand?
you got comfortable immediately, going to the shop every day, hanging out with her rambling, and asking questions on her latest projects. jinx tried doing the same but there was this twisty turny feeling in her stomach when she tried. she was scared of how you would react.
she wants this. she wants your friendship, she needs it.
maybe it was because she finally cared what someone thought of her. someone that wasn’t silco or vi or isha.
she had to be vulnerable.
fortunately, you didn't have any of it. you were the type of person to confront the problems ahead. communication was important to you which jinx hated, but appreciated simultaneously. it was beyond uncomfortable. at least it told her how much you valued this friendship between the two of you. you were willing to work things out.
“what does this device do?” your hand ran over the contraption, and with one move, you were covered in glitter. you slowly turned to jinx, looking at her with a deadpan, “don’t laugh—“
jinx nearly falls off her seat from laughing.
this was painfully new to jinx. being called a ‘friend’, calling someone else her ‘friend’ was treading on unknown territory.
the way bubbles that formed in her heart the day she said yes burst every time you smiled at her as she ranted. that was sweeter than any candy you've given her.
you listen to her when she talks. you laugh at her dumb jokes. you walk with her around the plaza. you stay with her while she works on one of her (harmless) gadgets when you don’t have work.
she was starting to understand the hype around having a friend. who knew sharing meals with someone made food taste even better? having a friend meant she could talk for hours on end and be met with a voice that wasn’t tearing her down.
is she doing it right? maybe. she isn’t sure herself.
grabbing a cloth, you wiped down your face. it didn’t help much. powder’s laughter wasn’t any help either.
“you’re helping me clean that up, sprinkles.” powder tosses you a broom with a grin on her lips.
WEEK TWO
stalking your friend is totally normal. there’s nothing wrong in making sure your friend gets to work safely, especially when there’s a gang after her. besides, is it really stalking if she’s hiding in plain sight? she just so happened to blend in with the colorful scenery of flosnum. much like herself, flosnum loves colors.
pink and orange powder that you can get from kicking plot plants. beautifully painted murals. colorful homes. it was a colorblast.
and just like the good friend she is, she knows your schedule by heart!
you wake up around seven am, ready for the day at about eight-thirty, do a bunch of random stuff after that, and show up at her house or shop at eleven am to hang out. on weekends and wednesdays, you work the afternoon shift. mondays and fridays are your days off. the rest you work at night.
you can't blame her for it, she has no idea what she would do if you got hurt. she’s finally settling down, and that took 10 mental breakdowns.
sometimes, while following you, she'll get distracted and end up at the ice cream truck. after trying out all the poor old man could offer, cotton candy became her favorite.
what was she doing again? oh yeah!
your work was demanding, which is odd because she’s been at bars. hell, she grew up at one. she knew what they were like, and it certainly wasn't supposed to be what you were doing. she had never seen a bartender work so hard. powder was pretty sure the job wasn’t supposed to be this intense.
SEVEN CHIMES was just like its home flosnum with a mature air. paper lanterns that would illuminate a variety of colors and shadows of white stars on the ceiling some days. weekends it would be packed and that was one of those days.
you were exactly the same while you worked. the customers loved you. even if they were drunk, the only type of handsy they would get is an arm swing around your shoulder.
your coworker, stella is what you called her, kept your eyes on you a bit too long. stella’s eyes trailed your body up and down before meeting powder’s.
they locked eyes.
with a smirk, stella broke the contact eye.
.
.
.
okay, what the fuck was the smirk about?
powder slumps down in her seat from the corner of the bar. she already knew she wasn’t going to like her. who the hell did that girl think she was? does she want to fight? because powder will! feeling her eyes twitch she looked down to slip on her pink fuzzy drink.
“baby blue?”
jinx's eyes shot up to the voice. it was you! in all your glory, the blue light hitting your pretty dark skin, wearing that smile the same way you wore the stupid bronze turtle necklace around your neck. pretty.
after she was done checking you out a frog got fixed in her throat. she's been caught. wait! it’s not the end of the world yet. she could just brush it off as a simple visit! perfect plan.
“why did you tell me you were here?” you sit down on the opposite side of the table as her. “stella told me 'a certain blue-haired girl' had been 'keeping her eyes on me.'”
ohhhh, so that’s why she smirked.
snitch.
“just wanted a drink.” powder shrugs and keeps sipping down her drink.
“you could’ve said hi, ya know? now i feel bad for you sitting here all alone.” you frown.
“you say that like i’m going type of loner!” powder scoffs. you raise an eyebrow as if you’re saying ‘are you not?’.
she furrows her brows, “i am not!” she defended herself.
“i never said—“
“you were going to!”
you leaned back and sighed. that struck something in jinx. she’s got you annoyed.
shit.
now you were probably thinking of breaking it off with her and never seeing her face again. she should’ve known. she shouldn’t have gotten attached. “I’m sorry—“
“come on blue,” you interrupt her, getting out of your seat. “my shift just ended, and i’m starving!” you take her cold hand in your warm one, pulling her out of the bar.
WEEK THREE
blue was mysterious— was.
this girl bounced off walls. no filter. talks back to old mean people who gave you a hard time. she had to be constantly doing something or doing nothing. no in-between. you adapted to it.
she's unlike anyone you’ve ever met.
the shop you gave her? now her hideout. she completely renovated it in her own style. remember that broken illuminating sign? now the sign had no words it was a…
monkey?
you think it was. you saw it often in her work. you’re guessing it was her signature.
you liked moments like this. standing behind her, brushing her short hair mindlessly. her hair grew really fast, it was almost to her shoulders now.
jinx tinkered on the glitter bomb that exploded in your face three weeks ago. her tongue stuck out the corner of her mouth in concentration.
it was odd. her hair. not that it was bad, she somehow pulled it off amazingly, but you can’t help but think that this was a recent cut. “why did you cut your hair this way?” you asked.
she pauses her work and looks up, leaning back in her chair to get a better look at you. “what, don’t like it?” your heart jumped at the sight of her.
she was so cute. wide pink eyes, blue eyeshadow, dark lipstick, and glitter stains on her face.
“no, just curious,” you spoke softly. powder’s eyes trail away from you as she thinks about whether she should answer your question.
in the meantime, you noticed some dark grease on the corner of her mouth. it was nagging at you, she was dangerously close to eating it if she were to lick her lips.
taking your thumb you lick it and then wipe it off of her. the action caused her to scrunch up her face a bit but she didn’t pull away. “it was a weakness.” she answered your question, “my hair was wayyy too long, practically dragged it on the ground.” she shrugged still looking up at you.
“plus, i needed some change.” jinx made her hand into a gun and slowly raised it up to you, “pow.” she pretended to shoot you.
“shooting me now?” your voice amused, raising a brow at her.
“you should’ve dodged it,” she shrugs, looking back down to her work. she set it down on the workbench and spun her chair around, “now you’re dead,” she got up from her seat to get another tool. "sucker."
“i thought you liked me!” you grumble, her back was now turned to you.
“just a little.” she plays into it and turns around.
her eyes widened to see you point a sucker to her head, with a smirk on your face, “now, you’re dead.”
“oh, so that’s how you wanna play, princess?” she puts her hand on her hip.
“you started it, cutie.” you unwrap the sucker, placing it in your mouth.
she narrows her eyes at you with a frown. a cute frown. you could tell she wasn’t really angry. she takes the sucker out of your mouth and places it in hers.
your breath hitched. this should not be affecting you the way it is. the heat that coursed through your body went straight up to your face. jinx leaning closer didn’t help, you could envision her tongue swirling around the candy.
oh fuck.
WEEK FOUR
the warm softly grainy sand slipped between jinx’s toes as she stood barefoot on the beach. the beach was bustling. children darting around, teenagers around playing volleyball, and locals dancing to the music that filled the air.
she sits down on the blanket you placed down. “you’ve gotten tanner, blue.” you say as you just finished applying sunscreen on yourself.
she didn’t even know what sunscreen was until she crashlanded her. “you used to be a ghost, now look at you.” she wasn’t tan, she was still pretty fair, but she wasn’t as white as a ghost the first time she got here.
you sat on your legs in front of her with your hand lathered up with sunscreen. you slowly approached her giving her the time to pull away. she didn’t. you applied the sunscreen on her tattooed arms.
jinx didn't need you to do this. she could’ve done it herself, but your touch was nice…
also because of the view it was giving her. “now, where have you been hiding these bazongas!?”
"I've had these the whole time" you deadpan at her, get up and crawl away to the other side of the blanket.
"never out in the open like this!" she bursts out laughing at your reaction. “wait, wait! come back, pretty lady!” she grabs onto your wrist, pulling you closer.
she was terrifyingly strong for someone so thin. “you’re no better than a man!” you yelp but don’t pull away (not that you could).
“can a girl appreciate some beauty?” she huffs, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling your back to her chest. “not my fault they’re right in front of me.” she pokes at them. jinx bit her lip to contain her laughter.
the clear blue water shimmered in the sun like it was a jewel. jinx clung onto your back, arms around your neck, and legs wrapped around your waist. fun fact! jinx can’t swim. “you’re such a baby.” you giggle, she puts her cheek on yours.
the both of you spent the time in the ocean teaching her how to swim or trying to kill each other by splash wars (you almost went blind because of her).
it was sunset. the both of you laid down on the blanket under you, looking up into the now pink sky. powder held onto your hand and you gladly held it with the same intensity.
“i like this, toots.” she turns her head to you but you don’t seem to notice. your eyes were fixated on the sky, you hand slightly loosened your grip.
your face drops into an annoyed expression, “i like this too.” foolishly you let out a tired sigh.
jinx's mind swirls.
she lying to you! she doesn’t mean it, do you see the way she replied? you’re such an idiot for trusting her. she’s probably only hanging out with you out of pity.
jinx shook her head, “you sure? you don’t sound like you did.” her voice offended.
you finally looked back at her. “sorry, baby blue. i’m just tired—“
she scoffs. “tired? tired of me? i thought we were having fun!” she sat up.
taken aback by her reaction you quickly backtracked what you said. you didn’t want to make this any worse. you got up to level with her, “no, no. of course not tired of you. i love hanging out with you, baby blue.” with that you seemed to get through to her, her face relaxed.
she’s tired of you. she’s tired of you. she’s tired of you. she’s tired of you. she’s tired of you. she’s tired of you. she’s tired of you. she’s tired of you.
jinx’s jaw clenches. why would you be tired of her? that doesn’t make sense! she’s made sure you had fun this whole time. yeah, at the beginning of your friendship, she chickened out a bit but you forgave her. yeah, she would pull stupid pranks but you love them. so why would you be so rude?
she looked into your warm eyes. “you’re lying to me!” she rips her hand away from yours. why are you lying to her? jinx’s eyebrows furrowed, jaw tensed and her forehead held creases.
“i’m sorry, blue. i just got stressed—“
“if you were stressed why would you come here in the first place? if you’re not having fun just say so, you didn’t have to fake it and lead me on the whole day.” she stood up and you did the same.
“what?” like an idiot, you laugh at the situation happening right now. “i never said all of that. honey, if you let me finish my sentence you would understand.”
now she’s laughing at you, she’s not even trying to hide it!
“shut up!” jinx shouts and you quickly pipe down. her breath came out in heavy pants. hands trembling over her ears. her mind was in overdrive. she was thinking about everything. about how you hate her. about how this was doomed from the start.
she should’ve known, no way someone would actually want a genuine connection with her. it’s not like you could ever understand her.
she points her finger out accusingly, “you think this is a laughing matter? you think i’m a joke!”
your voice got caught up in your throat. this was insane. she was insane. she was just making up things on the spot to play the victim. you suck in a breath and shake your head. “what’s wrong with you?”
those words left like a gunshot to her heart.
told ya.
jinx.
not that you had to work hard to get to this point. wasn’t like she liked you to begin with.
hot, frustrated tears welled up in her eyes, her nails dug into the palm of her hand, letting blood drop freely onto the blanket under the two of you. an uncomfortable silence hung in the air, thick and stifling.
her glare at you intensified, a flicker in her pink eyes of… betrayal? a step back, followed by another, soon, she left you alone on the beach.
but the reader thinks she's just really good friends with them. like the reader is clueless af.
reader goes around telling everybody, "yeah, my best friends are two hot lesbians who just so happen to be girlfriends!" having no idea she's ALSO their girlfriend.
this mainly stems from reader only seeing themselves as comic relief friend material + they are super dense when it comes to this type of stuff.
ship & contents : jinx x fem!reader, fluff, kissing, light dialogue, i did this instead of studying for my exam, save me jinx save me, i'm in love with jinx and so are you
jinx is beautiful (common knowledge), but i don't think she fully understands that herself. when it comes to her looks she's strangely humble with it. she knows she's pretty...
that's all.
she doesn't dwell on it too much. she does her makeup and goes on with her day. at first, she was confused as to why you would act all weird around her. why you would stare at her.
— "got something to share with the class, toots?"
there was a time when she got up close and personal with you, waving an empty gun at your face and you couldn't even focus. you felt hot all over. was the heater on?
jinx doesn't even have to be close to you for you to freak out like this. there was this one time she was doing a job for silco, and you were tagging along.
you were no better than a man.
you were checking her out as you walked behind her. slim, small waist, long silky hair, beautifully proportioned, tattoos that only added to her character, the way she walked put you in a trance.
— "like what you see, sprinkles?"
she was so pretty that it physically hurt you in the best way possible.
taking off her makeup whenever she didn't have the energy, for it felt like a gift from the gods.
blue eyeshadow. smeared lipstick. mascara stains on her cheeks. carefully wiping her face down as she would lay on her chair, manspreading, completely exhausted.
she didn't even notice you finished, she was just so relaxed, she felt like putty. her eyes fluttered open to find your eyes completely glued to her face with a soft upturn on your lips.
you were looking at her as if she were the greatest thing to have ever come from the gods.
she couldn't even get a word in before you tackled her with a hug causing the both of you to fall over on the chair.
but when she smiles its game over.
a genuine, pure smile, perfectly captured in the moment from jinx is truly a sight to behold. when she smiles, it eases your heart. it seems like the world has lifted off her shoulders, and since she's so relaxed, you can relax.
she cracks another dumb joke of hers, and since you're an angel, you laugh as if it's the funniest thing ever. you laugh with your chest because it really was funny.
it was one of those stupid jokes she makes. It doesn't quite land right, but after a few moments of silence, you burst out laughing.
seeing you like that had jinx's heart in a chokehold. she couldn't explain it. her heart was on fire. her heart was prickled by a thousand thorns. and it felt amazing.
a twinkle could be found in her red-violet eyes. she was smiling. a feeling of pride washed over her. she made you laugh this hard. she was the one that made you this happy. your smile was a virus.
bright smile, cute little gap between her two front teeth.
wiping your eyes from the tears of laughter, you finally caught it. your heart felt as if it was gift-wrapped in silk and tugged on. cuteness aggression got to you.
— "why are you looking at me like that?"
her smile turns into a slight pout, feeling a bit self-anxious. you throw yourself on pinching her cheeks begging for her to smile one more time.
— "aww, you're so cute!"
jinx tries to push you off.
— "what's you're deal!?"
she wasn't even really trying to push you off. she liked it too much. her lips pecked all over her face. eyebrow, corner of her lips, nose, cheek, forehead, chin. everywhere.
— "i can't help it, you're so pretty!"
i haven't forgotten about TRINKET, i promise. i just have finals. once it's winter break i'll continue! don't worry i'm cooking. also, i am open to requests (nsfw & sfw).
contents&warnings! : wc: 3.2k | post season 2 | lower-case indented | author attempts to write action-ish scene | reader gets beat up | don't worry jinx saves the day | jinx being jittery | yes there is a plot to this ff | yes i am making this up along i go | PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS | not beta read | mentions of blood | jinx and reader finally become friends |
❛❛ CRASHLANDIN' ON YA' ❜❜
a shooting star was your first impression of it.
the past week had been terrible; there were no bonfires on the beach this time because everyone was at the town center celebrating for whatever reason. you stumbled onto the beach sand and stayed on the ground coughing hysterically.
sand stuck to your wet body and hair. you were so tired you could barely keep your head up. what was this, the third time you’ve been waterboarded? but hey, who’s keeping count? this is the price that comes with being a good person. curiosity killed the cat, and it was going to get you killed one day.
you’ve accepted it— death, and if you were going to die, it might as well be for something cool like trying to take down the gang that has your home in a chokehold. what’s so wrong with wanting to go out a hero?
then that’s when you saw it. a bright white star rushing away in the sky.
the perfect time to make a wish! you folded your hands together and closed your eyes.
star… make my life worth more than this.
you opened your eyes and the star was…coming towards you?
your eyes widened, and you booked it off the sandy territory, losing balance every now and then. dunking and hiding behind the concrete wall that separated the beach from everything else, you covered your ears. the debris covered the portion of the beach, some even thrown over your head.
you kept your eyes closed for a long time before noticing the orange hue of the flames. getting up from your hiding spot and walking towards the destruction. there wasn’t much fire so those would be easy to put out. the fire wasn’t your concern though, it was what you would find. was someone there? are they alive?
coughing and waving your hand in front of your face to wave out the smoke, you finally found someone. they were crawling away from the rubble. you run over to them, but just as you get there their body has already gone limp. it was a female your age, the prettiest shade of blue you’ve ever seen, with a purple streak.
you knelt down and scooped her up in your arms, the stranger in your arms was light— and you had the strength of the average woman.
overtime the locals got her settled down, and she became flosnum’s talk of the town. apparently, there were three other people in the blimp that crashed but didn’t survive. not that the blue-haired mystery woman would know since she spent the majority of her time being nursed back to health and secluding herself from the rest of the world in her new complementary flosnum home.
flosnum has had a huge population surge which meant a lot more houses and some left vacant.
as creepy as it sounds, you couldn’t stop thinking about thinking about her. washing dishes? thinking of her. bartending? thinking of her blue hair. staying at that boring shop filled with gunk? thinking about what kind of person she is.
it’s safe to say she lived in your mind rent-free. you couldn’t help it; she just seemed so cool! coming from the times you’ve been able to catch a glimpse of her. she dressed so strangely, too. you wanted to ask her so many things. where was she from? is her hair naturally blue? is her favorite color blue? what does she like?
just what kind of person was she?
the first time you were able to formally meet her was two days ago.
TINKETTES: SCRAPS & PARTS
leon, the old man who owned this place, had died. rest in peace. he left behind a museum of metal scrapes, tools, wires, and a whole bunch of other stuff that you didn’t understand. the only reason you were tending to it was because leon was the bar owner’s brother and he said he would give you a raise if you did this one favor for him.
in the back area for employees only, you threw a ball at the wall and caught it. you did that a couple hundred times before you heard the windchimes sung. someone was here? nobody ever visited.
trying to get out of the chair too fast, you ended up falling on your side. you opened the door to find her, of all people.
you swear you’re not a creep, but just from her backview, she was gorgeous. you wondered what she looked like with long hair.
"need help with anything?”
it was a normal day at the ‘SEVEN CHIMES’ (aka the pub). mindlessly placing drinks down in front of customers, you barely registered your coworker’s call for you. “[name]!” you turn around and run over to the counter.
“yeah?”
“big don wants to see you after your shift.” stella states as she mixes a drink. a warning. a sharp chill went down your spine, maintaining a smile, you nod.
shit. what was it now? had you not already paid enough money for the month? or was it the incident with the pervert customer?
you spent the rest of your shift with a gaping pit in your stomach. serving drinks, rowdy customers, talks about the mysterious blue-haired girl.
walking into big don’s office felt like walking into a dark room: ensure of what you would be greeted with. “stella said you needed me?” the sickly pale man, but not thin, leaned back in his chair with a dice between his fingers. his other hand tapped the desk, staring directly at you. “did i not give you a task?”
straighten your posture and answer “you… you did! you told me to hurry up and—“
“—get rid of the shop.” he finishes your sentence. “yes. yes, i did say that, yet i have not seen any progress.”
“i…” your throat felt dry. terribly dry. fidgeting with your hands you finally gain the courage to speak. “i did! i mean i am close to doing so— a girl wanted the shop.”
he nods slowly, rubbing his chin. “…good…good…” big don leans closer to his desk. “you still have to pay for your recent accident, you are aware of that, correct?”
“yes sir,” you respond nodding frantically.
letting out a small mocking huff his eyes finally turn away from him. “you’re lucky, you did something good. i’m not as angry as i was before.” he waves his hand to shoo her away. “i will deal with you some other time.”
wasting no time you got out of the office.
you were going to kill him one day.
you didn't dwell on it too much. that wasn’t your thing— as a matter of fact, that was the only thing keeping her alive. it happens, and then it passes over, no need to dwell on it [name]. patting your head (which stella points out to be a nervous tick), you waited for the blue-haired beauty.
she was cute and all, but she seriously needed to hurry up and appear so she could give her the keys to this place. if she didn’t, you would die (half joking). thinking about it… did you say that you would come to her or for her to come to you? you honestly couldn’t remember.
letting out a groan, you put your hands on your face. if you keep looking at the same weirdly bent metal scrap, you are going to lose your shit.
great, now you had to get up.
was walking around flosnum begging people for the tiny pieces of information they had on bluey beauty odd? yes, next question.
if you had to walk another ten minutes in the scorching hot sun, you would melt. being on the verge of heat stroke, you place your hand over your forehead to block the sun and lose your balance a bit, walking backward. you felt your back hit someone.
“oopsie daisy!” the person said in surprise.
turning around to apologize, your eye widens, “bluey!”
she looked less… sad and more alive the last time you saw her. there was neon splatted all over her clothes, and a sparkle in her pink eyes twinkled. she then narrowed at the sight of you, “you…” she was holding a box inside her left arm and was licking an ice cream.
you grab onto her shoulders, “i was looking everywhere for you!” you felt like you could finally breathe without having to worry about dying the next day.
“you were?” she tilts her head, confused about why someone would look for her.
you wrap an arm around her shoulder, she tries to move away from you. normally, you would care about being impolite, but you were on the verge of fainting. “surprise surprise, you got the shop!” you jingle the keys in front of her face. “please, move in as soon as possible.” you said smiling, she finally slips away from your grasp causing you to stumble a bit.
her full frame was now in your view. she was slim, toned core and arms, had an awesome tattoo, and was really pale— too pale for a place like this; some woman would die to have that body.
“gonna give me those keys, or was your real plan just to check me out?” she continues to lick her ice cream. shaking your head, you toss the keys to her. she catches the keys “thanks for the candy, stranger. it really helped a girl out.” she says with her back turned walking away from you.
wait wait. no, that’s not how it’s supposed to go. yeah, you were supposed to give her the keys, but you were hoping for a conversation longer than 30 seconds. okay maybe you were hoping way more than that… maybe being friends or something like that.
jogging up to her pace, you walk alongside her. “so!” you try to keep the conversation going. she furrowed her brows at you, either confused or annoyed by your attempt. “i was thinking since you’re new and everything that maybe you’d need a friend.”
at first, she slowed down and she just stared. not at you. it was like she was lost in her mind. “a friend, huh?” her voice lowered, “sorry, toots, i don’t do friends.”
jinx didn’t do friends.
she didn’t need for them. the closest thing she had to a friend was sevika, and she wasn’t even a friend she was more like… an annoying aunt.
they didn’t last.
besides… who would want to deal with her? vi didn’t, silco only made her condition worse, she always felt like a chore to sevika, and ekko… boy genius was too good for her. jinx wasn't who he wanted.
powder cleaned up the shop (by cleaning up, she put all the junk in the employee room). it felt nice to clean up; it was like her body was moving on auto-pilot just like it had been doing for the past two days. everything felt like an out-of-body experience after the numbness she felt the first month she had got here.
she grabbed a teddy bear out of the box and tied it up to the ceiling. for some reason, she kept the nagging thing around; powder kept sweeping up the place, “tidying” it up to her liking.
why do you keep pushing everyone away?
“shut up.” powder didn’t have the patience for it.
why do you keep pushing everyone away?
her grip tightened around the broomstick. “was me tying a noose around your neck not enough?”
why do you keep pushing everyone away? why do you keep pushing everyone away? why do you keep pushing everyone away? why do you keep pushing everyone away? why do you keep pushing everyone away?
because you’re a jinx.
jinx reached to her hip to grab her gun to shoot the annoying bear. of course, there was no gun to pull out from a holster. there was no reason to have one in a place like this. old habits die hard.
because everyone who gets close to you dies.
jinx.
dropping the broom, she turned on her heel and faced the teddy bear, “i’m not a jinx!” her shout seemed to snap her back to reality. it was quiet. so quiet that she was able to hear her own heavy breathing. “not… not anymore…” her eyes were fixed on the bear.
“i left all of that behind.” her raspy voice cracked, arguing with it. “it’s safe here, no danger!” she took strides to the annoyance, “no reason for someone around me to die this time!” she ripped the bear off of the noose, its head coming off.
so why do you keep pushing everyone away?
even with its head rolled on the floor it still tried to get its point across.
if she was right. if she believed everything she just said, why did she keep pushing people away? there’s no reason to be scared of losing someone; there’s no danger here.
jinx dropped the bear and turned around to get back to cleaning up. she crouched down to pick up the broom but her red-violet eyes caught something. a sticky note.
ONLY COSTS FIVE!
with a turtle drawn as a signature. she dropped her broom and dashed out of the shop.
powder wasn’t sure what the plan was, maybe there was no plan to begin with. she wanted to talk to you— to change her answer. she did want to be friends. she needed to get it off her chest because what if she waits too long and you don’t want to be friends anymore? what if you forget you even asked her? what if you didn't mean it?
she was on her way to find you at the bar (like you said for her to find you). on her way there she saw a bright light reflection of a bronze turtle necklace. she got cold feet.
odd.
very odd.
jinx never felt like this. why was telling someone you want to be friends so hard?
all of this leads to now, her stalking you, watching you from rooftops. it wasn’t her initial intention! she just panicked. it was night; it was the perfect time for stalking anyway. jinx followed you. the paths you took were odd. just where were you heading?
an alleyway. alleyways in flosnum were nothing like zaun; they were dimly lit, painted murals with vines, and flowers blooming from the cracked cement, making it their home.
two men walk up to you. “you know we don’t want to do this.” one of them says sympathetically. you didn’t seem surprised; it was like you were expecting them.
“kiss my ass.” you bit back then a palm connected with your right cheek.
oh.
this was not what powder was expecting.
a fight broke out. for a young woman, you sure were holding your ground against two muscled middle-aged men. you certainly weren’t the most skilled person jinx had seen fight, but you made the most of what you could with your frame. jinx debated on whether she should help you out or not. you were obviously going to lose, as of now, you had it in the bag.
that was until one of them took hold of your hair behind you. the other man spit out the blood from his mouth onto the cement. “stop fighting back and just take the punishment.” he raised his fist and punched you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you completely.
he winds up his fist again and you prepare yourself for the impact.
you then saw a streak of pink. it shimmered. there was no longer a man; there was a woman, strands of blue and purple peeking out of the hood.
wait a minute… you looked down to see the man underneath her feet. did she just land on him? “what the fuck…” your eyes trail back up to the woman.
“yes, yes, give it up for your hero.” jinx spreads out her arms, waiting for applause. before you could say anything, she was already off the man and gone from your view. you no longer felt a tight grip on your hair and stumbled forward.
the man backed up “who the hell—“ jinx lashes out a well-aimed kick to the man’s head, his head collides with the alleyway wall and turns into a limp.
it was over so quickly. your arm still wrapped around your stomach. the woman’s hood falls, though you already had a good guess on who it was, her pink eyes fixated on you.
not knowing what to do, you speak up. “were you stalking me?”
“seriously? no, thank you?”
“oh, of course, where are my manners? my knight in shining armor, thank you ever so much!” your words dripping with sarcasm a smirk gracing your lips.
“damn right, toots.” with her hands clasped behind her back she strolled toward you, her hips swaying with each stride. as she stopped directly in front of you her shimmering eyes darted around you nervously. “yes.”
confused at the simple word, you tilt your head, trying to make sense of it. her irises dilated.
“I want to be friends.” sparkling doe eyes met with yours briefly before darting away.
not knowing how to react, you spoke up, “did you come all this way to say that?” great working [name], you just ruined your chance of becoming friends with the cool blue-haired beauty.
seeing your mistake, you shook your head, recognizing how much of a poor choice of words that was. “shit, sorry.“ now she was leaning toward you she was close. so close. her face was just mere inches away from yours. “shut up and let me say this.”
yes ma’am.
getting out of your face, jinx tries to stand up straight. “i’m a handful— more than that. I just want you to know what you are getting yourself before…”
this was when you realized that powder wasn’t mysterious for the aesthetic. not because she was some attention seeker like some locals would say. not because she was a loser. powder had a past that genuinely haunted her. those eyes carried a lifetime of pain and the way her shoulders were slumped made her seem exhausted.
you didn’t know why she was she looked so drained. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to find out. despite her weary demeanor, she was still reaching out, still holding on, and you were willing to take her hand because if anything she it looked like she needed this more than you.
you wanted a cool friend. jinx needed a friend.
before jinx could continue speaking, you blurt out, “when do you want to hang out?” jinx wasn’t sure if she should smack you upside the head for interrupting her or if she should blow something up out of excitement… so she stared at you. fireworks seemed to pop behind her eyes.
“right now.” powder grabbed your hand in a swift motion, her grip firm yet fearful. the action causing you to pivot in the direction she was taking you. now running, she pulled you along with her. powder didn’t know where she was running, she just needed to get the jitters out of her with you at her side.
ignoring the fact your legs felt like jelly because of the recent fight you smile, “i still don’t know your name!” laughing into the breeze that rushes through your hair.
glancing back at you, jinx caught sight of your smile. as if the upturn of your lips were a virus, a smile tugged onto her lips. “i’ll tell you when i’m ready.” jinx’s words echoed behind them.
“alright, baby blue.”
TAGLIST: @millie2point0 @powderbomb-jinxed
i am open to ideas for my next chapter! the chapter is full of fluff of them getting to know each other. its structure is split into weeks. week one: blah blah blah. week two: blah blah blah. week three: blah blah blah.
contents&warnings! : wc: 1.7k | post-season 2 | lower-case indented | boring introduction chapter | angstish | jinx is hearing voices again | flirty-ish reader | isha mentioned | not beta read | is jinx powder or is jinx jinx?
❛❛ BLUE RASPBERRY ❜❜
when you're searching for a place to call home, crashlanding isn't the most... traditional way to find it, but that's how jinx found hers, and she's not particularly mad at it. it's beyond her past and nobody knows or cares who she is.
flosnum. the perfect place for tourists and completely hidden from them. this is a place that piltover dreams of while zaun dreams of piltover. a paradise that topsiders had the privilege to imagine.
florescent flowers and waves. warm sand between toes. a sickening fruity scent that she just can't outrun. locals who are eager to help out a strange person who fell from the sky and trashed their beach with blimp debris.
the last thing she saw before passing out was an outstretched hand from a girl with warm skin wearing a bronze turtle trinket. even her shimmer couldn't withstand the impact of falling several hundred feet from the air.
after getting settled down, powder realized that domestic life was not for her. she tried shopping for her own groceries, taking care of the bonsai tree on her windowsill, walks where she had to psychically restrain herself from vandalizing. she barely remembered to brush her hair, wash her clothes, or even eat.
was this it?
was this breaking the cycle?
just dying in another unfamiliar place with cheery samaritans surrounding her?
jinx rolled over on the fluffy bed that engulfed her and stared at the terracotta wall.
what was the point in faking her death when she didn't know how to live? it was a stupid decision. everything was stupid. she was stupid. she really couldn't die, and this time, she chose to stay alive. It was a waste of a perfect opportunity of going out like a hero—
inhale.
exhale.
inhale.
exhale.
...inhale.
...exhale...
powder rolls onto her back and is met with a teddy bear dangling above her. the fluffy companion was complimentary by the locals when she got her place. it used to just sit next to the bonsai tree and do nothing, but she grew tired of its beady eyes and hanged it.
do something.
she flicks the stupid bear using her thumb and mechanical middle finger. "open your mouth one more time, and i'm putting you in the oven." she groans.
do something. do something. do something. do something. do something. do something. do something. do something. do something. do something. do something. do something.
the bear repeated so much that it was itching her brain. her nail scratched her hangnail over and over until it bled. she bit her lower lip, trying to drown the bear out. "don't tell me what to do." she grabbed the bear, ripping it from the rope shoelace that was holding it up and threw it across the room.
now that she thought about it, her hands were itching to play with something. to craft. to build. when she left everything behind she really did leave everything behind. no craft bench, no tools, no scraps.
this frustrating feeling inside of her wouldn't stop. it was like it was waiting for something— itching to do something that she couldn't place her finger on.
she was an inventor. that was something she couldn't escape. but how does one get tools in a place like this?
dumpster diving was nothing powder was new to. she looked everywhere. top to bottom. left to right to see if any parts were left by anyone. nothing.
TINKETTES: SCRAPS & PARTS
it took at least an hour to find this place because it was so well hidden. jinx had passed it 4 times, the shop was so... compacted with the other shops in the plaza— it wasn't even part of the plaza, it was in the alley leading towards the plaza.
the exterior was a muted yellow, perfectly camouflaging itself along with its colorful neighbors. the sign was a disaster; the light didn't work properly, and it was on wire away from crushing someone.
jinx stepped on the very welcoming mat that said, "GO AWAY." when she stepped through the open door, she was attacked by the scent of caramel.
in contrast to its sad exterior, it was well-decorated... kinda? shelves were full of random parts lying on the ground with notes of the cost of the items along with a turtle doodle.
anyways, she had to start from scratch now; goggles, a toolbox— was that neon-colored powder! it wasn't long before she started stuffing them into her satchel.
"need help with anything?"
powder turns around to the voice. it was a girl her age with cozy brown skin, and tight curls, wearing a bronze turtle necklace she'd seen before... it was you.
"Nope, just lookin' around." powder shrugs and slides away from the brown-skinned girl.
you pursing your lips together while nodding. you were staring at her so intently that she was contemplating knocking you out and running off with the stuff.
you shrug and go back behind the counter and start doodling in a sketchbook. "no need to window shop. everything here is practically free." not that jinx cared, it was going to be free either way for her.
"better take everything you can, this place is on its last legs," you say as you continue to doodle in your sketchbook.
your words finally caught her attention. her fingertips ran over the dusty shelves that were clattered with trinkets. "oh yeah? what was it? the warm, fluffy, welcoming mat or jacked-up illuminated sign?" her voice was filled with snark.
"neither. the owner died, and nobody wants to take up this crumbling shack." you sigh.
"Bummer."
you look up from your work and take a good look at the customer. you noticed it was the new girl that crash-landed on her. you know it's her because you were the one who pulled her out of the debris and called for help.
as crazy as it sounds, she's been on your mind for quite a while, even though it's been a month. maybe it was her blue hair. her hair has to be the most beautiful shade of blue you've ever seen. the other half of her hair was chopped off which gave it... character.
so cool.
jinx felt your eyes on her, she felt everyone's eyes on her. curious people weren't good at hiding their curiosity.
"need a bag? you look like you're gonna take the whole store." you snort, leaning on the palm of her hand.
"give it to me," jinx toys with the trinket in her hand.
"excuse me?" you lean a bit over the counter thinking you misheard her, "give what?".
"the shop," she says simply. this was the perfect place for a new hideout. this was as hidden as it can get in a place like this, besides, guessing from how dusty this place was nobody bothered to visit.
your head falls off the palm of your hand, and you burst out laughing. "You want this shop, bluey?" you pull back and stand up straight as she walks up towards the counter. you were a few inches taller than her. "give me your name, and I'll put a word in."
give me your name.
why was that such a hard question to answer? powder or jinx? powder died years ago but showed herself every once in a while with isha.
don't.
—and jinx technically died the day she let go of vi and fell with vander. so, who was she? does she make up a name on the spot?
you wave the question off, "it's cool, you don't have to tell me your name, blue-haired beauty." your hand reaches to take something out of the drawer. "if i was new in town, i would want to be cool and mysterious too," you say trying to fill in the silence.
you place a piece of candy on the counter and slide it toward her. "it's blue raspberry." you tell her. she looks down at the piece of candy and shoves it into her pocket. you noticed her chipped painted nails.
"you're gonna keep this blue thing up, aren't ya?"
"yep." you nod popping the p.
"i gotta feeling i'll be seeing you more often." you shrug and then lean in a bit. "i'm [name], by the way. if you ever get bored, just come and find me. you can find me here or at the bar. i'm down with hanging out with someone as cool-looking as you."
jinx clocks her head and steps back, ready to leave. "welp, it was meetin' ya', [name]." she gives you a lazy mock salute and turns on her heels.
"i'll update you about the shop!" you say as she walks out with a box of goods.
it seems like that stupid bear was right. she really did need something to do. powder had spent day and night tinkering with no plan or idea of what to make.
weapons were out of the question. there was no reason to make them. jinx was dead. there was no danger here. no one to fight.
so what would powder make this time?
a nightlight.
a blue moon surrounded by a noisy sea of pink stars. the stars nagged the moon, but the moon didn't seem to care.
jinx or powder's hair sprawled on the ground. her hands covered in paint, tools scattered, and her final product sitting right next to her.
for a split second powder thought she heard the soft pitter-patter of isha's steps. "i made you something to keep the monsters away."
jinx was met with silence, "you're right. you're a tough chump. you don't need a silly nightlight." the silence prolonged. no crunching of candy wrappers. no clattering of things that were not supposed to be touched. no swooshes of hand movements.
these days, it was the silence that hurt her the most.
she lays on her side and curled into a fetal position, "what was i thinking..?" the words barely escaped her mouth, so quiet that they came out as tiny breaths.
a soft tap on the ground caught her attention. she looked toward the source, it was the piece of candy. her exhausted hands picked up the sweet, unwrapped it, and placed the hard treat on her tongue.
"hmm...blue raspberry."
elka speaking !!! this is only my 2nd time uploading my writing on any platform so i am completely open to criticism on how to better it! my biggest challenge is writing established characters' dialogue. it was kind of hard writing this because i didn't know if jinx was jinx or powder so i made a little plotline about it.
