this isn’t abandoned, y’all. Just wanted to inform you guys. I am working on the chapters—want to pre-write some before publishing them, though I’ll probably be doing that on ao3 instead of here.
Though, updates on plot!
* yandere Jinx
* 2nd POV reader
* poly Jinx, reader and Ekko
* OMEGAVERSE
(lowkey debating the last two so we’ll see but it works WONDERS with the plot)
authors note: this was a request on one of my other accounts :( the same person put in a lot of other requests so i feel kinda bad :(((
word count: .3k
you and jinx have both finally got some free time, isha is staying with sevika for the night, and neither of you had anything to do. so jinx set up a beautiful candle lit dinner for the two of you.
it's around 8 in the evening as you walk to the recently renovated last drop, expecting it to be a normal night, housing the regulars and music playing softly in the back, but you push open the doors to see the exact opposite.
the bar is almost empty, save for one table in the middle, holding candles, a bouquet of flowers, and two empty plates. you're shocked still, did you walk in at the wrong time? who is this for?
suddenly jinx exits from the back kitchen carrying a pan, filling the room with the tangy smell of cooked fish.
she looks up and jumps slightly, "oh! hey babe, i was wondering when you were coming." jinx says excitedly, continuing her way to the table in the middle of the room and putting one fried filet and some asparagus on each plate as you stand in the doorway.
"you gonna come sit?" she grins, pulling a chair out and motioning for you to sit.
you didn't even know jinx could cook, or even wanted to. but as surprised as you are, you're enjoying this.
you're finally getting a full, long look at your girlfriend. her hair is starting to grow out again, it hits below the nape of her neck now. and her face is so much less tired, the past dark circles under her eyes now lighter, and it just seems like she's lighter now. she's even gained some weight, giving her more energy to do more things now.
she finally looks up from admiring her cooking to see a soft smile filling your face. "whatcha looking at? you got an issue?" she jokes, a smile morphing onto her face.
"no 's nothing." you look down at the table, admiring the clear effort she put into making this night perfect. you take a gentle hold of her hand and look back up at her, "thanks you for this," you wipe a small tear that managed to fall from your eye, "i love you."
🧵Synopsis; Barely 17, a new town and a new house that's cold and always wet, no one to keep you company, and parents that could care less about your entertainment, you're left to fend for yourself. When you find a little door hidden under the wallpaper, with a new and exciting button eyed friend, you suddenly hate the idea of home.
📍CW; Coraline inspired/vaguely follows the plot, Sfw/no smut, Jinx has button eyes, both reader and Jinx are 17 but are extremely immature, Naive/emotionally stunted!Reader, mentions of cheating and alcoholics(parents), Posessive & Obsessive Jinx, Jinx is lowkey a stalker, slight perv jinx, Story can be taken literally or as a metaphor for day dreaming/dissociation, very very lonley jinx, slight horror aspects.
Notes&tags; so I've been working/thinking abt this for MONTHS. I hope this doesn't flop. This is lowkey a stretch of an idea but trust it fits. This chapter is a little slow/boring BUTTTT don't fret the next ones are good!
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Chapter 1; button key
The screeching of the truck slowly died away as it pulled out of the sloped driveway. You watched through a front window as the U-haul was driven away, the view slightly obscured by the rain droplets that raced down the window. You watched quietly, the faint typing of your mothers keyboard turning into a soothing background noise; you watched as they swam down, pretending they were racing. Boxes that smelled like dust and your old house were stacked around your new home, you had just moved into your new house. It was a flowery pink on the outside, but the inside almost felt grey, a restless feeling of boredom expanded throughout your body as you looked around.
You didn't wanna move. You had friends, a nice school, a life, but your father got a new job 2 states away. So now here you are.
The house was old, a 100 years from what your dad said. You didn't know if he was bullshitting or if this house was as old as he said, it felt like it, as soon as you walked in you noticed how the house seemed to creak with life. You were so incredibly bored. Everything you owned was trapped neatly in brown boxes.
“Mom, can I go outside?”
You chirped quietly, your mother didn't even look up from her computer as she responded.
“No. It's raining, you'll track mud in the house.”
You frowned, looking down at the tile floor of the kitchen. There already was mud everywhere from the movers feet. You placed your foot next to a foot print, comparing the sizes of one of the movers shoes to your own.
“Please? I'll clean it up!”
“No.” You frown deepened at her firm tone. You huffed loudly and straightened your back, deciding to go bother your dad instead.
You pranced through the halls, humming a tune to yourself as you wandered the house. The hallways were big, and loomed over you. It was a blue-grey, and devoid of life. You wondered how anyone could ever enjoy living here, you felt like you were turning as grey as the walls, melting into the same muted shade everything else was. You knew as soon as your father got paid, you would beg him for new decorations, anything full of color to put in your room.
You creaked the door to the office open, watching as your dad scribbled on some paperwork.
“Hi dad.”
You mumbled shortly, climbing onto a box and sitting down.
“Hey kiddo.”
Your father said, glancing over at you. He was a tall man, his skin dark and his hair short and black. He always smelled like alcohol and something that was faintly sandalwood, something you had grown fond of. Your father was a good man, despite what your mother said. Your mother was a bitter, salty woman, but maybe she spoke some truth, you chose ignore how he often was passed out drunk on his chair, head lolled back with the bottle slipping out of his finger tips.
“Im so bored.”
He rolled your eyes at your whining, turning in his chair, brown eyes flickering over you.
“Go explore, this house is old, its probably got plenty of secrets. Write down interesting things you see.”
His rough voice lacked any enthusiasm. You groaned loudly.
“This house is stinky.”
“Light a candle then.”
You shook your head, grabbing a small notepad off his desk, clicking the end of the pen. You walked out of his office, clicking the door shut, starting to wander around.
The wallpaper was mostly even, aside from a few tears. There was a carpet that wouldn't stay flat no matter how many times you jumped on the hills. You flicked in the light to a bathroom, the tiles of the shower were the same floral pink as the outside, but somehow it was just as grey as everything else. Bugs scrambled away to hide, and you watched with disgust.
“Yuck.” You mumbled, turning off the light and closing the door.
You walked away, sighing sadly. You entered a room by the kitchen, adjacent to the living room. A fireplace, unused and old sat inside one of the walls. A big painting that the last owner forgot hung above. You stared at it, taking in the stroked of blurry paint, it was a portrait of a young boy, his chubby body squished into his uniform.
“Do you know anything fun to do?”
You asked. No reply. He doesn't make very good conversation.
Your hands dragged a heavy box out of the corner, opening it to take out some of the decorations. You unwrapped the snow globes, peeling the paper off and looking at it. It was of a zoo your mother had went to when she was your age. She must've been so happy. Your mind drifted off to what she must've been like before she had you. Was she happier? You shook the thought away and set it above the fireplace.
The creak of a door caught your attention, and you turned slowly. A closet door slowly opened, and you tensed. You gulped, hesitating before curiosity got the best of you and you opened it fully.
Nothing exciting, much to your disappointment. Just more boxes. So many boxes. You were about to shut the door when you saw a doll sitting hidden away on a shelf. Your head tilted curiously and you reached to get it.
An old plush doll that smelled like dust and something sweet, blue yarn hair decorated in long braids. Her vibrant pink button eyes staring back at you.
“Pretty.” You murmured at the doll, messing with its hair. You held it close, excited to finally find a friend. Even if she was made out of cotton.
From where you were standing you could see what almost looked like a small doorway hidden under a flattened up box. You hummed, walking over and dropping down to move the box.
It was in fact a small door, sealed off by the thin wallpaper. Your fingers grazed the lock, there was no handle, the key hole was filled, it was sealed away, hidden away.
“Mom! What's behind this door?”
You yelled, turning and looking towards the kitchen.
“What?”
“Come see!” you waited, hearing your mother groan and the chair screech. Her footsteps got closer as she approached, her eyebrows raised as she walked into the room and looked at where you were sitting. Her eyes flicked between you and the door.
“I wanna open it.”
“It's probably nothing.”
“Please?”
Your mom narrowed her eyes at your begging. She huffed loudly, before pointing a finger at you sternly.
“You'll leave me alone if I do this for you?”
You nodded quickly, pouting your lip out and putting your hands together in a pleading motion. Your mom sighed before turning and walking away, her footsteps slamming against the tile with unnecessary force. You frowned, she was always so grumpy.
Eventually she came back with some strange, thin black key, it looked like a button at the handle. You watched eagerly as she used the edge to cut along the crease of the door, then unlocked it.
It opened with a creak, and your smile immediately fell.
“Bricks!? Seriously?”
You whined, looking between the empty doorway; which was bricked up. You touched the bricks, they felt dusty and old. Your mother sighed, and held the door open, giving you a moment to look before she shut it.
“They must've blocked it when they separated the houses.”
She stood up, sighing deeply. Your mother crossed her arms and shot you an irritated look.
“Now stop messing with it.”
She said sternly before turning on her heels and walking away, back down the hall and to the kitchen. You groaned and flopped down onto the cold, wooden floor of the spare room. You looked at the fabric doll in your hand, the teal yarn of her hair was twisted into 2 braids, her magenta button eyes sewed in with blue thread. You hummed, lifting it above your head and looking at it.
“Moms in such a mean mood.”
You mumbled to the doll as you rolled and pulled yourself up, deciding to go wander around the house some more, and hopefully have more fun now that you had a friend.
.
.
.
“Stop messing with it.” Your mothers words echoed in your head as you quietly stepped down the stairs, holding the doll tightly. Your mother had just left, as usual. She waited until your father was passed out drunk in his chair before she got dolled up and left, she was out till early in the morning. Not that you cared, especially not tonight.
You creeped down the stairs slowly, your feet creating small creaks in the old wooden floor. You could hear the faint echo of the TV as you reached the bottom steps. You pretended you were one of the mice your mother talked about, quietly skittering down the hallway to the main living room. You peaked around the corner of the living room archway, your father was snoring in his recliner, a couple cans sat on the floor next to him. The smell of cigarettes lingered, like he had put one out not too long ago. The slightly earthy tobacco scent made your nose scrunch.
A frown tugged at your lips but you shook it off. This wasn't anything new. You turned and made your way to the unused room where the little door sat, turning corners and watching as archways grew larger the closer you got.
“Let's go on an adventure.”
You whispered to the little doll before holding it tightly to your chest. You creeped closer, your heart pounding in your ears. Your fingertips shook with anxiety as you moved the box once more, feeling a strange sense of deja vu. You had snatched the key before you went to bed, and now you could use it. You dug through your pocket, the cold metal shocking you a little. After fiddling with the lock for a moment the door clicked open, and you hesitated; it's just bricks? Why should you disobey your mother, even when you know what's behind? You could feel your jump into your throat, but you swung the door open, snapping your eyes shut in fear of what you might find.
When the door hit the wall with a heavy thunk you opened your eyes slowly.
The once bricked up wall was now a tunnel, a tube that almost looked like felt and velvet, sewn together. It smelled and breathed with life, and a low gust of wind blew in your face. You stared in a mix of shock and awe, eyebrows raised as you just sat for a moment. The tunnel swirled with shades of blue and purple, and it looked like every time it breathed open, a light pink glow illuminated the space. You could see another, almost identical door say ajar at the end of the tunnel. You took a big breath and crawled inside.
The tunnel fell at your weight, it was slightly springy, like pushing down on a trampoline. You crawled through, climbing over small bumps and folds. It smelled slightly sweet, like the bakery near your house. You were about halfway through when you paused, furrowing your brows and squinting.
Someone was tinkering with something in the room where the door seemed to sit. Her figure hunched up, you could hear the small tink tink of metal being toyed with, little screws dropping onto the floor. You blinked, and took another step, the tunnel creaked slightly and the girl on the other side paused, she whipped around; her long braids moved like snakes as she turned to face you. Her eyes widened, and even though it was quite dark you could see how vibrant and pink they were.
You must've spooked her, because she quickly shut the door, the wooden frame whined with the force of the slam. You gasped in surprise and jolted back. The once vibrant colors of the tunnel started to dim and you quickly grew scared. You hurried your way out, panting slightly as your hands met the cool floor of your spare room. You fumbled with the door, shutting it just as hard as she did and locking it. You stared at the door for only a few seconds before scrambling up and running back to your room.
You shut your door a little too roughly, and threw yourself under your covers. You had ran so quickly you forgot to grab your doll. You felt bad but were too scared to go back down. You'd get it in the morning, when your mother was home.
You shut your eyes and took a deep but shaky breath, hoping to fall asleep quickly. Maybe you were just dreaming? That girl was so strange. You couldn't see much through the dimly lit room, but she looked strange. You shook the thought off and tried your best to fall asleep.
you find yourself a whining mess as she grips the back of your hips. holding you down as she thrusts into you without a care. too angry from earlier when some guy had the nerve to flirt with you at the club. the thought of him even breathing near you sends her in a rage.
“baby- please I wasn’t even looking at him-“ you try to plead as she shoves your face deeper in the pillow to shut you up. she fucks you as she groans from behind. always so hotheaded.
her hand goes back on your hip as she fucks you faster. no longer wanting to hear your excuses. her breathing gets heavy as she groans slightly again. as if she can feel the strap go into you.
“yeah? kept talking to him like he was so fucking funny” she replies as her left hand wanders down over to your clit. playing with it as she finds that enjoyable. matching the timing with her thrusts.
the sight before her is something she revels in. seeing her pretty girl so overstimulated and still bucking against the strap wanting more. she gives you what you want as she puts her weight on top of you.
the sounds of plab plab plab echo throughout the room. of course also with the sounds of your whimpering and moans. her uneven breathing as she stares down at you. whispering soft words.
you see stars as you finally come. she comes at the same time. breathing in your neck as she stays there. doesn’t move before she finally speaks. hearing her sound softer now and no longer filled with jealously.
“you okay sweet girl?” she asks you as you manage a nod. she softly hums at that before slowly moving off of you. pulling out as she moans at the sight of your cum spilling out.
leaving to the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up. as you lift your head up slightly as you hear her move in the bathroom. if there’s one thing you’ve learned, it’s that getting her jealous gets you a good fuck.
Cw; nsfw but not outright smut, teasing, jinx palms reader through her underwear...dirty talking/degrading, uhh request from an anon Idk how to cw this🖤
Notes; I love the anon who said this so much omg pls keep feeding me. We can be freaks together. I didn't proof read so don't kill me.
Wc; 806
It started as just an innocent accident.
“Hiya, birdie.”
Jinx would coo, trailing her cool finger tips over your bare back, drawing a path from your shoulder blade to the tip of your wing. She would giggle at the way you would tense up, thinking nothing of your reaction. You were always so strange, it didn't phase her.
The touches came more often; she'd sneak up behind you, you wouldn't even notice her until she was pressing her lips against the small of your back, and quickly your focus would be ripped away from whatever you were doing. You never thought to tell her, you'd gotten pretty good at stopping the groan that itched its way up your throat, gotten better at hiding how your thighs clenched together whenever she drew lines across your back and ran her cold fingers across your feathers.
Unfortunately, Jinx was ever the observant. She started to pick up on it. She'd pet the backs of your wings, watching how your breath hitched and you would pause, how your dark eyes would flick to look at her, almost worried. She was smart enough to put two and two together. It been not even a week since she started to notice your reactions, and she was getting antsy for an answer. Which led her to the great idea that she should test her theory.
“Mmmf, hi…missed you, toots.”
Jinx sighed deeply as she walked up behind you. You were standing up over her desk, wings half curled around you and feathers lazily drooping down to the floor. You wore a shirt similar to hers, so she had almost free access to your body. She slid her hands up from your waist, head resting on your shoulder as she looked down at whatever you were working on.
“Oh hi, I missed you too.”
You smiled, a little startled. She'd been out almost all day, you'd only seen her once or twice since sunrise this morning, so the unexpected embrace wasn't something you'd protest against. You leaned your head onto hers, a hum of content leaving your lips. Jinx was always very physically affectionate, and so were you.
She watched how your hands tinkered with whatever you were making. She hummed softly, trailing kisses up across the nape of your neck slowly, cold lips gently nibbling at your skin. You let out a breath, glancing at her through the sides of your eyes.
“Jinx..”
You mumbled, and she paused to meet your gaze. She couldn't hide her shit-eating grin as she slowly moved her hands up your back, nails digging into your skin. Your breath hitched as she carefully drew her hand up onto the back of your wing. You clenched your jaw and swallowed hard, taking a sharp inhale and giving a nervous chuckle.
“Do..do you need something?”
“mhm.”
She muttered, kissing down your shoulder, biting down hard as she slid a hand under your wing, grazing the spot where your large feathers connected to your back.
“wait-” you yelped, standing straighter. Your back tingled, and you shivered. Jinx chuckled as she let go from your shoulder, and slowly slid her hand down to your front, tugging at the waistband of your pants as she nudged her hips against your rear.
“Gotcha.”
She teased, practically grinding against your ass with a smug smile. Your cheeks blushed a vibrant pink as you huffed in defiance.
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
You muttered, crossing your arms as you shook her off, taking a few steps away. Jinx giggled again, putting her hands behind her back and tilting her head, her long teal braids falling across her shoulders.
“Do you think I'm dumb, birdie? Is that what you're saying?”
Jinx narrowed her arms almost challengingly as she started to circle you, watching how your bottom lip jutted out in a pout and how tense you stood. She chuckled at your silence.
“Aww…you embarrassed I found out about your little secret?”
She coo'd, but her tone was nothing but condescending. Her grin was cruel, almost venomous as she stalked behind you. She reached under your wings again, rubbing a certain spot. Her smile somehow grew wider as you exhaled a shaky breath. She slowly slid a hand down your stomach, snaking under the waistband of your pants, finding your clit through your underwear rather quickly.
“You get off on this? All I gotta do is just-”
She punctuated her words by digging her fingertips into the same spot, all while slowly palming your pussy through your underwear, chuckling lowly at the way a moan was ripped through you.
“God, you're such a slut.”
Jinx giggled behind you as you moaned, reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair, taking her hand out of your pants and nudging you forward.
