Getting Ready In Jinxes Room For Your Big Date The Girl Sat Back On Her Bed And Watched As You Used Her

Getting ready in Jinxes room for your big date the girl sat back on her bed and watched as you used her makeup. She frowned as she sat on her blue and white blankets looking bored.

"You should cancel." She suggests suddenly. Her legs were in a butterfly position and her knees tapped against her bed as her hands played in the blankets below her. You laugh at her playful nature as you start your makeup with foundation. Taking a brush Jinx spray painted with one of her crazy designs, you powder your face trying not to giggle at the irony of putting powder on your face with a girl named Powder behind you.

"We can hang out tomorrow Jinx I promise. And I can tell you all about it then. That'll be fun." You chirp hoping to appease the pouting blue haired girl as you continue to dab at your face, smoothing out any scars or blemishes. You're thankful Jinx always kept extra shades for you and made sure to have your colors on hand so you could use them. Smiling as you finish covering your skin you start looking at eyeshadows.

"Yeah funnnnnn." She hums sarcastically before falling backwards onto her bed with a sigh. Blowing hair out of her face you smile softly watching her pout in the mirrors reflection. Picking up her old rabbit and putting it on her face you hummed sympathetically. You knew how bored she got without you.

"Hey Jinx. Classy? Bold?" You question wanting to include her. Holding up two different pallets she shifted a bit to take a peak. She had seemed off today. Even more so as you got ready for youe date but you didn't know why.

"You look better without makeup." Turning in the swivel chair you were on and giving her a pointed look she pouted getting up. The rabbit fell off her face back onto her cushion filled bed and she crossed her arms looking exasperated. "Either looks fine." She finally responds and you nod slowly pursing your lips as she doesn't look directly at you. Deciding on the more classy pallet you pick your natural toned colors and stuck to something simple yet eye catching. You wanted to accentuate your features not change them.

Taking a second to glide the color carefully over your eyelids, you tap a different color on the side of your nose for contour. Smiling at the results you begin humming a song Jinx liked. Now that your done with the eyeshadow you pick out a pretty eyeliner before carefully applying it not wanting to smear or mess it up.

"How am I looking?" You ask blinking at Jinx so she can see your painted face. You expect her to giggle and joke like she always does but instead she hops off her bed stomping towards you.

"You should start over. I changed my mind, I like the bold better. Let me help." Jinx states reaching for a makeup brush. Frowning at her indecisiveness you roll your eyes and start looking over lipsticks. Pinks. Brown's. Blacks. Purples. Blues. Oranges. Greens. Yellows. Jinx really had everything. As Jinx reaches for your face with a wipe you push her hand away.

"I think I look great." You state really liking wht you did. Besides starting over would took too long. "Classy is a good choice." You state hoping she'll calm down. Jinx simply frowns grabbing a brush and different eye shadow pallet.

"No let me fix it. Please." She begs and you notice how you don't have much time left before the date. She'd been pouty this whole time not wanting tp help you. Now she was trying to distract you. You weren't about to miss this date.

"Why is this such a big deal Jinx? You've been bored and moody all day since I came here to get ready. I thought you'd like helping me." You state before you mess with your hair trying to make it look perfect. "... I mean this guys really nice and they own this cute shop you'd like. They make a pretty decent and honest living and they like me and well... I think I like them." You state honestly. You just really wanted this date to go well.

"WELL MAYBE I LIKE YOU!" Pausing the lipstick tube hovered in front of your partially done lips as you stared into the mirror wide eyed. As you moved your gaze you met Jinxes in the mirror. Her blue hair was frizzy and her eyes were wild as she breathed in and out looking frantic. You'd been arguing all night about this date as you got ready but you weren't expecting that to be the reason why.

Putting the lipstick tube down you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Turning to look at Jinx she seemed panicked now. Her hands began to fidget and she slowly began banging her fist against her head.

"stupid stupid stupid. You weren't supposed to say... now you said. Stupid stupid stupid." She murmered as she looked away from you ashamed.

"Jinx." You call slowly walking up to her as she began to descend into an episode.

"No good. No good..." She mumbles still thunking her head. "Why would they like you? Never you. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." She hisses as her eyes dart around the room.

"Jinx." You bark. She doesn't answer and continues saying horrible things about herself not listening to you.

Grabbing her shoulders forcing her to look at you, you pulled her forward before pressing your lips to hers. You always thought your first kiss would be sensual and slow like what the Madames explained at the whore house and yet this was the exact opposite. It was frenzied and passionate and a last ditch attempt of getting her to calm down.

More teeth and tongue than lips and love it sent tingles down your body and made you feel electrified. Pulling away after a minute, gasping for air you open your eyes just as Jinx opens hers. Sapphire blue stare into (e/c) and as you slowly calm down heart hammering away in your chest Jinx looks so surprised. The only sound is the noise of your loud pants. Blushing as she stares at you a faint pink tinges her cheeks as well.

"I... I like you too." It's a breathless confession. Something calm and gentle after the storm you just unleashed, something that didn't need to be said yet it meant all the world that you did. As she smiled lips smeared in lipstick and cheeks stained with tears you knew you'd said and done the right thing.

Maybe guys were overrated anyways.

LOVESICK

ft. jinx arcane

PAIRING: jinx x gn! reader

CONTENT WARNING/S: just valentine’s day fluff

JINX WASN’T SURE WHEN EXACTLY HER SHALLOW INFATUATION DRIFTED INTO SOMETHING MUCH GREATER… INTO A CHAOTIC STORM OF BLIND PASSION AND AFFECTIONATE DESIRES TOWARDS Y/N. the person in question sat at a giant love seat in the corner of their room, knuckles digging into their cheek as they propped their head up and read away at the paper held carefully in their dominant hand. “who could’ve done this? ya know… i don’t talk to a lot of people, jinx,” their bashful smile faded away as they reached the end of the letter, confused E/C eyes meeting jinx’s lingering gaze.

“hmm… not sure,” jinx answered flatly with an over dramatic shrug to her shoulders. the girl’s odd behaviour made Y/N cock a brow at her but drop their suspicions almost immediately. “argh,” they groaned and furrowed their brows, she wasn’t much help at the moment.

“i mean i guess there’s nothing left to do, they left no clues as to who they could be…” Y/N sighed and placed the letter on the arm of their chair. they looked annoyed and that made jinx’s confidence falter a little as she tried to conjure up what to say next. “well… maybe that’s the point, they’re scared to say something to you? maybe they know you too well and don’t want to lose you,” as she said this, jinx pulled her arms over her face and pretended to stretch. even though her arms covered her, there was still a bright pink that seeped through the cracks of her arms that caught Y/N’s eye.

why was she blushing?

“right, that could be it,” their gaze never left jinx after that. Y/N tilted their head to the side to get a better look at the girl sitting far off across the room. realization struck them, like cupid’s arrow to their backside it came so suddenly along with a burst of energy. the anonymous person who wrote the letter was the same person sitting atop of Y/N’s poofy red bedsheets, the same flustered moron who was covering their face in hopes of not giving away their identity. it was jinx.

a small smirk fell to their lips, one that had gone unnoticed by the blue haired girl and reeked of mischief. “ehh— guess we’ll never know!” Y/N started with a click of their tongue as they stood up and scooped the letter up with them.

“this handwriting— its chicken scribbles! surprised i could even read it,” they puffed out their cheeks, hazily looking down at the letter in mock disappointment. Y/N was amused now, picking up on the little hints jinx was unintentionally giving and slapping her across the face with embarrassment. “eh? i bet it’s not that bad! let me see!” jinx groaned and sat up from the bed. she quickly snatched the letter, pretending to skim over it as if she wasn’t the one who wrote it days prior. “what do you mean?! i can read it just fine,” she said through gritted teeth, as she gave Y/N a cold stare down. she was embarrassed, she was angry, so much so that she was red in the face— she was lovesick.

“and they even used the wrong ‘your’ could you imagin—” Y/N’s innocent teasing had been cut short by a rough hand colliding with the wall to the left of their face. the blue haired girl cornered Y/N against the wall, easily picking up on the amused expression on their face and knowing all too well what was happening. “what made it obvious? was my acting not good enough?” jinx’s voice came out as a weak whisper, head tilted down so she didn’t have to look them in the eyes. “yeah,” Y/N, taken aback by the sudden closeness, breathed out shakily. their cheeks felt hot and a lump started to form in their throat, the contents of the letter started to flood their mind and left them feeling even more bashful. “your letter, it’s sweet,” they smiled warmly.

jinx, hair in her face and damn near expressionless had perked up from those words. she slowly lifted her head to meet Y/N’s gaze. “is this your nice way of rejecting me? i don’t want to hear it,” she spoke weakly now but kept her eyes glued to their soft features. “not at all, i’m just sad i couldn’t hear those words from you,” their heart was beating fast from the look jinx sent their way, yet they ever so calmly placed a hand on her hot cheek. the two stood there in silence, listening to each other’s slow breaths as they both thought of what they should say next.

“ya know i could read it out to you, if you want,” jinx grinned now, realizing that what she was faced with wasn’t rejection; it was an invitation. she moved back, pulling Y/N along by the hem of their shirt and dragging them over to their soft bed. the two plopped down on the sheets, Y/N landing ever so slightly atop of jinx who now held the letter above them.

every word that spilt past jinx after that came from the letter, misspelt or not Y/N listened intently. as she read the letter out, the dementor started to change into something more warmer, something that melted away jinx’s fear of rejection and something that compelled Y/N to burry their face into the crook of her neck.

jinx was glad that Y/N knew her so well because of they hadn’t she wouldn’t have them curled up in her arms, whispering about all the times jinx’s hints had gone unnoticed and which ones they managed to pick up on. it was embarrassing and it made her red but she couldn’t be more happier in that moment.

GHOST LADY.

modern!jinx x gn!reader

warnings: language, fluff. mentions of ghosties and ghoulies.

blurb: you and your lovely girlfriend take a visit to an abandoned building, just to meet the spirit of the hours.

author’s note: i wrote this partially awake... my inspo came from my run in w la llorona. i’m redirecting my fear :)))) trying to. also it’s really short because i did this really quick, and was spooked the whole time. anyway enjoyyyy !!

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Who knew white noise could be so irritating. The scratching sound mixed with eerie bits of radio voices cutting in — sent nothing but chills up your spine. Along with the weirdly cool atmosphere of the old building.

“I feel like we should’ve asked Vi to come...” You mumbled, rubbing your arm.

The two do your had found a place in the middle of the room, setting up some of your equipment. Jinx was on a ghost hunting journey to convince her sister’s girlfriend of supernatural life.

Jinx was crouched beside the ghost machine, with eager warm blue eyes, holding her camcorder in her hands. She wanted the blair witch vibe. “Shh! They might come through.”

“Jinx, we’ve been hunched over this thing for, like, forty minutes.” You groaned, glancing over your shoulder into the dark. “Either the ghost isn’t here, or it doesn’t want to talk to us — and I don’t want to bother it.”

“Here—“

A gasp falls from the both of your mouths, bouncing wide eyes at each other. It was a brief sound of a feminine voice... It was raspy and aged. While excitement radiated through the blue-haired, absolutely fear boomed through you. “D-Did it just speak?” You stutter, blinking rapidly.

The blue-haired swished the camera around the room, indefinitely landing it on you as she parted her deep colored lips to speak. “Y-Yeah, we’re here. We’re here!” She stood, as a smile began spreading on her dainty lips. You looked at the camera with terrified irises, trembling and filling with impromptu tears. It wasn’t your intention to cry, but your eyes were just... Watering.

Fear could do that, huh?

Silence filled the room once again. Jinx began intently looking into the flipped out monitor, muttering words to herself. “Penny for your thoughts?” You deadpan, looking directly into the lens pointed your direction. Jinx sometimes had a problem with forgetting that she could talk to you, just as much as she did with herself.

“I’m lookin’ for flurries...” Her blue eyes frantically analyzed the rectangular screen. “‘Ya know... Orbs.”

Orbs.

If you found out there were orbs just circling around you, you’d probably pass out. Those were the pure signs of ghost activity around — their presence getting caught on camera in its best form. “Ghost lady... Where’d you go?” Jinx sung out her nickname, still trying to decipher if she’d seen orbs around you.

“Behind you—“

Just then, you could’ve sworn you felt something brush the back of your neck. You practically jumped out your skin, scurrying over to your slender girlfriend. “What the f-fuck — something just touched me! The ghost lady touched me!”

“So, I was seeing an orb... Maybe, even a few.”

“Pow-Pow, don’t say that.”

By the use of less used name, she peers over at you — seeing the fear growing on your face. You were shaking like an anxious Shih Tzu, clawing at the sleeves of your sweatshirt to cover your palms. “I swear to god she touched my neck — she just touched me!” Her delicate fingers replaced the spirits touch on your skin, rubbing her thumb against it softly. “It’s okay, lovie. She’s not gonna hurt ‘cha.”

“And, you know that... How?”

“Because, I’m not gonna let her.”

Jinx placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before swiftly turning back to the machine on the ground. But, not without clenching your hand tightly in hers. She gestures for you to sit on the floor with you, to sit and speak with the ghost. “Now, ghost lady, you can’t go ‘round touching on my partner. Especially, when neither of us actually know your name.” The blue-haired speaks slowly, with a playful warning tone.

Holding onto her arm, leaning your head on the ball of her shoulder. “Are you going to tell us, or should we just start guessin’?”

She propped the camera perfectly, so it could see the two of you. Some more silence filled the broken down room. You bounced your leg against hers, nervously. “Hm. Then, I say we start coming up with some name — see which one’s she likes.”

“What if she gets mad?”

“She won’t — she seems cool. Right, ghost lady?”

“Cool—“

You wanted to piss yourself.

The girl beside you gasps, dramatically. “Oh, so now you answer me? You have some nerve.”

You remove your head, looking at her with a look of pure confusion. “How are you not terrified?” It was hard for you to comprehend her lack of apprehension. Jinx was just joking about with a ghost whose barely even speaking through the spirit box.

“Well, y/n, they used to be people just like us. What’s so scary about that?”

A wheeze fell from your throat, peering at your girlfriend. “Uhm... They’re dead. That’s pretty scary, if you ask me.”

Jinx sighed, placing a dusty hand on your cheek. “At some point our lives will come to end, and we’ll be just like them... Wandering souls.” She pauses, looking off into the darkness surrounding the two of you. “I just hope that I wouldn’t be alone — that you’d be wandering right beside me.”

Despite your fear, your heart was touched by her morbid explanation. Wandering the other side with your soulmate — seemed like heaven. That blue-haired, quote on quote weirdo, was the only person that made you feel so giddy and loved. Her unpredictability was something your were so addicted to.

You wouldn’t be in this broken down asylum if you weren’t.

“I would hope to be there, too. What better person to guide me through the other side than you?” You giggled, intertwining your fingers while sharing adoring gazes. Nearly forgetting all about ghost lady. Her doe eyes glance from your eyes to your lips, nonverbally asking for permission. With the faint blush on her cheeks, she wasn’t planning on giving a light kiss, like before.

Leaning in, she captured your lips gently. Placing her other hand on the softness of your neck. The very place where ghost lady grazed you, announcing her presence. Her deep colored lipstick smeared over her lips, as the wetness of your mouths pushed it around. Her natural eagerness began to push up against you. Trying to lure your back towards the gravelly cement underneath your legs.

And it was going to work, because you simply couldn’t resist that girl. However, someone just had to pop in...

“In- Inappropriate—“

“Oh! So, now you’re homophobic?”

Ghost lady, of course. She’ll always be there when you need her the most.

love it when ppl talk. they're just talking and i listen <33

That roommate scara got my gears spinning, I hope this request gets yours spinning as well ^^

Can I please request Scara x a roomate reader with ADHD who forgets to take care of themselves because of it(ie forgetting to eat, or drink water)so Scara keeps having to help remind them.

Cue tsun-tsun electro man trying so hard to not turn into a doting and worried mess as he has to help his crush not pass out from accidental dehydration.

Honestly doing this request is self indulgence at this point but... maybe i like scara bein' a little mean. just a little. as a treat.

Also don't take everything as 100% accurate, I did research but I won't lie this is fucking fanfiction and i'm not an expert... dont get medical knowledge from fanfiction, no matter how much you like it.

Modern/Roommate Au! ADHD Reader!

Summary: A busy day for you, a lonely one for Scaramouche, but when you were so faint and weak as soon as you got home... He knew you well enough to know that something was wrong, already forcing his care onto you, even as you whined and wanted to sleep... He knew better- he majored in nursing, after all.

Word Count: 1'904

You'd been gone all day- On one of Scaramouche's rare days off as well. Not that he ever told you his schedule, the two of you didn't talk much, and when you did, it was oftentimes him scolding you for making a mess of what he had meticulously organized, or about rent, or about some complaint, blah blah blah...

Maybe, though, he felt a little bitter about it. He didn't tell you, because that's not who he was. If he told you, you may have planned something, be it a prank, or maybe a celebration or, eugh, a god-forsaken party. You left in the morning without so much as a 'goodbye', which had stung. It shouldn't of, he left usually without a goodbye and never said hello. He simply should have ignored it.

But he didn't expect you to be gone all day- from dawn to dusk and beyond, it was late. Very late. Scaramouche couldn't sleep, simply because he felt unsettled, and... In all reality, his head was not a place he wanted to be, so he got out of bed, blankets and sheets rucked up from tossing and turning, and went to shower. Then, realizing the shower was not helping, with still-damp hair he went to the kitchen and started cooking, because cooking wouldn't let his mind wander enough to bring forth cruel thoughts and memories... besides, if you came home late, you likely hadn't eaten the entire day, and he could use this as an excuse to say he 'bit of more than he could chew' per say, made a meal too big, and give you the rest, in what would likely be the first meal of the day for you, even as late as it was.

23:45, 11:45pm. You still weren't home. He hated that, because... Well, he'd probably have to make a missing persons report if you kept at this rate. You had left exactly fifteen hours ago, and had not come home.

As the door rumbled and clattered slightly, he smiled down at the vegetables on the cutting board before him. After a few drunken mishaps with the neighbors, they had learned not to touch this door, so it must've been you...

... he wondered, though, as it took far too long for you to unlock the door- should he open it for you, or perhaps prepare for yet another fool who made the mistake of getting his hopes up?

But the door opened, and only someone who had the brute force to break it open and someone with a key- namely only himself and you, could open it, and seeing as there was no damage, and you half-stumbled in, he smiled, turning down to the skillet of stir-fry, mixing it a little to avoid burning,

"Get your keys out of the lock," he said, not looking at you, for if he did, you may see his smile. You had forgotten before, and it was lucky enough that some kind girl had simply knocked and informed Scaramouche that a key was left out, instead of some opprotunist asshole to try and snatch anything with the moment of weakness.

You groaned in exhaustion, and pulled the keys out, and tossed them somewhere he didn't see, and he could hear the couch creak as you all but threw yourself onto it, with a loud huff.

He was glad you were home- you weren't half dead on the side of a street, you were just exhausted... Which was expected, no matter what you were doing, he doubted you had lazed about the whole day. He assumed, since you didn't even reply to his texts that you'd not had a minute to set down...

But his relief turned back to concern as you coughed. He looked back at you, laid down on the couch, shoes still on...

Turning down the temperature, he looking over at you, "No shoes on the couch." He demanded, and again, you groaned, he able to hear how raspy your voice sounded...

.... Hm.

As you sat up, pulling off your shoes, and abandoning them just at the couch, he saw how you wobbled, and struggled an unreasonable amount to remove simple shoes...

"Look at me."

You looked at him, your eyes slightly red, bags under your eyes, but he zoned in on your lips...

... Cracked.

Dehydrated.

He turned away, and you laid back down, he rushing to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water, and walked back over to you, grabbing your wrist [He was careful, he knew better than to ever touch your hands, for he knew he would not be able to stop thinking about it] and pulled you up,

"Scaraaaa," you whined, "Leave me alone, I'm tired." And you flopped back down. He shoved the cold bottle of water in your hand, and your hand gripped it, he pulling you back up. He would let the 'Scara' nickname pass this time, since the damage was done- you said it already, with that exhausted whine on your tone...

"I'm not leaving until you drink that whole bottle." He demanded, you looking at the bottle and grimacing...

"I... Really don't want to." You said, "I just, it... it's gross."

He grimaced... "Gross? It's water. Do you want flavored water?" He usually kept that for himself, when he wanted a little sweetness, but-

"That sounds even more disgusting," you groaned.

"Either you drink that or a bottle of flavored water. I'm not leaving you alone until you do."

You groaned, and cracked off the lid, taking a sip- You didn't even take a fill sip before gagging, Scaramouche taking a step back as the water splashed out of your mouth and onto your lap, grabbing your wrist to stop you from spilling anymore...

"I'm sorry," you immediately whined out, "I'm sorry, I just... it's so gross, I can't."

He groaned... Humans were flawed to destroy themselves in their worst moments, weren't they? He grabbed the bottle, taking the lid from your other hand and screwed it on, walking back to the kitchen to scribble your name on it in marker- a particular habit he had, before shoving it back into the fridge, leaving you be despite his promise to harass you...

He turned off the stove- the stir-fry would be a little off, from being partially cooked, then stopped, then cooked again, but he had higher priorities, looking into the fridge, looking around for...

...

Fruit. It was juicy enough, and he immediately pulled it out of the fridge, beginning to cut with knives so sharp they could slice one's skin off without drawing a drop of blood, small bite-sized pieces that could be easily shoved into one's mouth... Worst came to worse, he'd have to. Humans were stubborn like that...

... Stop thinking like that, you're human too. Cursed college, putting that odd wording into his head once, and making it so he could never rip it back out.

Plating it quickly, it wasn't incredible, but it was pleasing to the eye, hopefully appetizing enough that he could force you to eat at least some of it... at this rate, he'd be willing to do anything before dragging out the medical equipment.

Walking back to you he, once again, pulled you up, you making a unattractive snort of shock from your half-asleep state (he wanted to chide you for trying to sleep on the couch, but he would let it slide this time... just this time.) And stabbed one of the pieces of fruit with a fork, a perfectly cut square-shaped chunk, and held it up to your mouth, his eyes wide and pleading...

"Please? Just eat this."

You leaned back, discomforted, "Why?"

"... Please...?" He was enraged with himself that he was pleading, but he also knew how this would progress if he didn't.

You grabbed the fork, staring at it...

"I don't understand you..." You muttered, shoving it into your mouth-

And he immediately moved his thumb to press over your mouth, to stop you from spitting it out, "Eat it, eat it, I know it's terrible, just eat it."

As miserable as you looked, you chewed... then swallowed, "Sca-"

He knew he only had one shot, and he grabbed a grape, and plopped that into your mouth, covering your chapped, cracked lips with his hand, "Just one more, it'll be less bad, I promise."

He was too determined to let you spit it out, and so you chewed and swallowed that too, he finally pulling his hand away, and shoving the plate of fruit into your hand, "That wasn't as bad as the first one, right?"

"Scaramouche, what the fuck was that?" You asked, completely shocked, "You look at me like a kitten in the back of its cage begging me to take you home, and you make me eat fruit? Actually, do I want to know what this is about...?"

He frowned, "Depends. Are you willing to finish that plate of fruit and drink your water?"

You looked down at it... "... Only if you give me some of what you were cooking."

He sighed. "Fine." He stood up, "You were dehydrated and likely mildly delusional, making water repulsive." He walked back to the kitchen, and turned the stove back on, wanting to finish the meal he started cooking, "People in that state, when informed, get upset. People overestimate themselves, then get worse and worse, then die from dehydration, or at least deprive themselves so severely they end up brain damaged. If you're reasonable to eat and drink, then you can recover just fine."

The gentle sound of the fork tapping against the plate, you were in fact eating. He was quite happy with that, even if he wasn't going to forget the experience anytime soon, for better or for worse.

"... Thank you. I guess I hadn't really... remembered to eat or drink today." You admitted, and having adequately cooked the stir-fry, he began plating... ah, he'd probably end up doing the dishes... usually, when feeding you, he'd make demands like that, but he wasn't too upset about that. He wasn't going to make your water, food, and honestly probably sleep deprived self do any cleanup.

"I know," he said, no bite to his words, "That's why I was cooking."

"... you were cooking for me?"

Scaramouche didn't respond, majorly because he was screaming at his own stupid self,

"I knew you cared about me," you said, voice small and quiet, as though you didn't want him to hear...

"Rent's expensive, and you can't pay your half if you're dead." He huffed, but he was just talking to try and cover his ass... and he knew he wasn't convincing, it was easier just to not slip up, but this entire night had been a slip-up, from when he first started tossing and turning in bed...

Getting a plateful of food, he walked over to you, and set it right on your lap, taking the one you had before- and set your waterbottle next to you as well, before walking back to the kitchen-

"You're not eating with me?" You asked, softly...

...

He hated you, he really did, he hated how you convinced him to sit and eat with you instead of scampering back to his room with a single sentence.

"Fine, I guess I should make sure you don't keel over after all that."

Both of you knew he was just hiding whatever he really thought.

Arcane Preference

DATING THE READER WHO WEARS EUPHORIA MAKEUP

Characters: Mel Medarda, Viktor, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Vander & Sevika.

Request: “Hey if this is following your rules, could I have ones of mel, viktor, jinx, vi, caitlyn, vandor and sevika dating you and how they like your Euphoria makeup looks you wear every day? But if you haven’t seen it then don’t do this haha no pressure! Thanks anyway!” —anonymous

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