Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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In the heart of Zaun, where neon lights flickered against the shadows of towering factories, Jinx and Y/n sat on the edge of an old, rusted rooftop. The city buzzed beneath them, a chaotic symphony of life that felt both exhilarating and overwhelming. Jinx, with her wild blue hair and mismatched eyes, turned to Y/n, her expression uncharacteristically serious.
"Y/n," she asked, her voice softening, "do you think I'll be able to socialize?"
Y/n looked at her, a smile creeping onto their face. "Of course you will! I'll always be by your side to help you with that!" They leaned closer, trying to reassure her. "But what's really bothering you?"
Jinx sighed, her vibrant energy dimming for a moment. "I'm just... I'm a bit insecure about not being able to. Everyone at my school looks at me, judging me. Some say they only think I'm stylish, but... I don't know."
Y/n nodded, understanding the weight of her words. "Just don't try to be like my cousin," she said, rolling her eyes dramatically. "She was married and offered her husband unlimited sex with Silco in exchange for a mansion. Look, our fucked-up Piltover society literally works like this. No one knows exactly what they want in life."
Jinx tilted her head, curiosity piqued. "And you? Do you know what you want?"
Y/n grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I know. What is it?" Jinx asked, leaning in.
"Pussy. Fuck on!" Y/n declared with a laugh, her voice echoing across the rooftop.
Jinx burst into laughter, her eyes wide with surprise. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to take you seriously!" she gasped, clutching her stomach as she doubled over in laughter.
"Help, Y/n, are you okay??" Jinx managed between giggles, her cheeks flushed with mirth.
"You should have seen your face when I said 'pussy'!" Y/n replied, her own face turning red from laughter.
"And of course, I expected something cute, not 'pussy!'" Jinx exclaimed, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
"Pussy is cute depending on who it is! There are some that are—" Y/n started, but Jinx interrupted, her laughter ringing out again.
"Y/N!!" Jinx nearly shrieked, her face turning a deep shade of tomato red as she continued to laugh uncontrollably.
"Fine," Y/n said, trying to compose themselves but failing miserably.
"Unbelievable, Y/n L/n, unbelievable!" Jinx exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Put up with it or freak out, Jinx! We'll see who will last longer in this game," Y/n challenged, a playful glint in their eye.
"Uhh, how scary," Jinx replied, feigning fear but unable to hide her grin.
"Be really scared. Brag more," Y/n teased, nudging her playfully.
As the laughter subsided, they both took a moment to catch their breath, the tension of the earlier conversation melting away. The neon lights of Zaun glowed brighter around them, and for a moment, the weight of their insecurities felt lighter.
"Thanks, Y/n," Jinx said softly, her smile returning. "I really needed this."
"Anytime, Jinx. We're in this together," Y/n replied, their voice warm and reassuring. "And remember, being yourself is the best way to socialize. Just be the crazy, stylish girl you are."
Jinx grinned, her confidence slowly returning. "You know what? You're right! Let's take on this city together!"
And with that, they both stood up, ready to face whatever adventures awaited them in the chaotic streets of Zaun, laughter still echoing in the air as they leaped off the rooftop, ready to embrace the wildness of life.
