Somewhere in Those Eyes
gif by @rocketjinx
summary: whereas everyone sees a dangerous and crazy, harm to society, you see a vulnerable girl who just wants to be loved.
warnings: self harm mentioned, angsty ig, barely proofread
word count: 1.7k
a/n: this is completely based off those scenes where she has THAT look on her face. she’s innocent your honor ☹️ (me when I feed into my delusions)
There's been quite a few instances when you've considered slapping a sticker on your girlfriend that read fragile.
And this is certainly one of those times.
Not that she's not strong or that she can't handle herself.
Well mentally- that’s exactly what it meant. She had trouble figuring out her feelings and finding the proper ways to express them. Ways that weren’t harmful to herself or others.
It was little inconveniences or side comments like she's not good enough or she messed everything up again that got Jinx in her head.
It was sick and twisted, people knew her upbringing, they knew exactly what triggered her. So why actively try to agitate her and get on her bad side, then go and complain about how horrible of a person she is? What sense did that make? Why make her suffer like that?
You hated people sometimes.
It wasn't her fault she was like this, she's a product of her environment. It's a mix of the people around her and the way she was raised by Silco.
It's not her fault.
Jinx was an amazing girl, so lovable and bubbly, sarcastic and funny, and not to mention super intelligent.
Oh and a bonus, she was the most beautiful girl to exist. You were sure of it.
How could anyone hate her?
You'll never understand it.
You followed Jinx to her “lair” after one of Silco's goons had manipulated her into thinking their failed mission was her fault.
Well. You followed her after you beat his face in, but that's not the point.
It was in fact his own fault. But he didn’t want to humiliate himself and knew it was easier to blame Jinx because everyone else would believe it.
Once you caught up, you could easily tell she was on the verge of a breakdown. Her eyes were welled up with tears, brows furrowed in upset. Her lips turned down and wobbling.
You kneeled in front of her, taking hold of her shaking hands that were covered in her black, leather gloves.
“Hey, look at me, yeah?" You pleaded softly.
Her eyes hesitantly met yours, face crumbling completely when she saw your worried expression.
"Hey, c'mere." You cooed and pulled her into your lap, keeping her as close as possible.
She needed this. She needed someone to console her before she could self destruct. You loved being that person as much as you hated it.
You loved her, and you’d do anything to help her heal, even if the process would be a long and grueling one. But you hated that you had to see her this way, wishing you could snap your fingers and take the pain away.
She just needed someone who had a lot of love to give, and patience. Luckily you had both of those.
As much as she didn’t believe it, she was easy to love.
•°•
You hated seeing her like this.
Jinx was screaming, yelling for the voices to go away, and throwing different objects across the room. Some flying off the edge and into the void of her lair.
But you had to let her do it. It wasn't the healthiest way to deal with her emotions but unfortunately, there wasn’t a better way to go about it. Unless you wanted to get hurt. And she wouldn’t hurt you, not on purpose anyways. But you didn’t want to startle her when she was so in her head like this. Jinx wouldn’t be able to trust herself if she hurt you. She’d blame herself, she’d believe even further that she was a monster and pull away from you. She’d be at a distance, and probably harm herself as punishment.
You couldn’t have that.
So as horrible as it was, it was the best way to get her to calm down when she was severely agitated like this. You just had to make sure she didn’t hurt herself.
It hurt you though.
Watching her do this to herself. But again, not even your soft and soothing words could bring her down when she was this in her head. So you had to wait it out for now. For now, you reminded yourself.
At a certain point you have to intervene and bring her back to herself.
This was Jinx. The person who came from misfortune, loss, and suffering.
You only had glimpses of Powder. When she'd excitedly wiggle her new gadget in your face, showing it off.
Or when she'd trip over her own two feet from merely walking.
As much as you hated to admit it to yourself, you missed the old her sometimes.
You wanted Powder back. Not because you didn’t want to deal with Jinx’s “crap.” But because Powder didn't go through an incredible amount of loss and pain, Powder didn't have the weight of guilt from her family's death looming over her.
It was tearing Jinx apart.
You loved all parts of your girlfriend. But when she got like this? It only did harm to your poor heart.
You watched as Jinx took a shuddering breath in attempt to keep herself together.
You ran and held her in your arms. She started crying, her body shaking violently from the aftershocks of her meltdown.
"It's okay, let it out," you spoke into her hair, your words barely above a whisper.
She dug her face deep into your neck. Her cries and soft pleas destroying you.
"Make it stop, please. Make it go away."
You couldn't take it.
She didn't deserve this.
You held her tightly in your arms, a hand running soothingly over her back while rocking your bodies.
She calmed down after a while.
You pulled her head back and brought your foreheads together, rubbing the undersides of her eyes to catch her tears.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
She shook her head, eyes closing, she just wanted to be with you. She wanted to focus solely on you and your soft hands, on the rhythm of your beating heart, your kind words.
And so you let her. You guided Jinx to the couch and pulled her to lay on top of you while her tears slowly came to a stop.
"You'll be here when I wake up?"
When were you not? And why would you ever want to leave her?
You nodded in reassurance, "I'll be here when you wake up."
She kissed your collarbone in gratitude, silently hoping it'll speak for itself. That it'll tell you all the things she can't bring herself to say.
Thank you for loving me. You mean everything to me. I don't deserve you.
•°•
This was your girlfriend. When she was free of worries and Mylo’s voice wasn’t bothering her. This was what you worked for.
She was purely content in swaying her pencil around and making noises as she distracted herself by imagining it to be a plane flying.
Soft pews rung in the air as she played with the pencil. It was healing to watch, even though your heart squeezed, it was a good type of pain. It was feeling love to the point of it being overwhelming.
You watched her inner child heal before your eyes, you watched as your girlfriend treated her pencil as a toy, enjoying it because her whole childhood was ripped away from her.
Something that was very common in the undercity.
But you couldn’t think about that now, only quietly huffing a laugh as she got right back to sketching her next- whatever it was she was coming up with today. All you knew when you peeked over her shoulder is that she was adding cat ears to it, you smiled.
You laid your palm on her table next to hers sketching, leaning your weight there.
Your bodies were nearly touching, both feeling the heat of each other.
She smiled at you, the goggles that lay on her head made a mess of her hair.
“Hiya toots,” you stomach filled with butterflies, brain going fuzzy all of a sudden as your mind blanked. All you could think about was how in love you were.
She hummed along to the music playing, bobbing her head to the beat.
She let out an approving hum to herself at the sketch she created, now getting up to gather the supplies needed.
You helped her grab some and sat on her chair, already reading the giddy look on her face.
She plopped down on your lap, her cheerful mood turning more ecstatic. Her once soft and content smile now beaming.
You loved that look on her face. You loved being the reason for that look on her face.
You wrapped your arms around her torso and squeezed lightly, tugging her against you to be as close as possible. You noticed how her cheeks tinged bright red when your chin rested on her shoulder, trying to get a good look at her pretty face.
Jinx shook her head, trying to hide her giddy expression by pushing her hot cheek to your forehead, but it was too late.
“It tickles,” she giggles out.
“What tickles?” You unwrap your arms momentarily, gently tapping your fingers against her stomach. She flinches and squeals, pushing your arms away while also pushing her body from yours. You pull her back, resuming your position in cuddling.
“You silly. I meant my stomach. It was already tickling before you did that.”
What was she talking about?
“Care to be a little more specific? I’m not quite understanding what you mean…” you said in a teasing manner but fully meaning it.
“The butterflies.” Oh…
Oh!
You wanted to die, the strong affection and love you felt for her was suddenly too much.
You did that to her, you had that affect on her.
You were fully convinced you’d do anything for Jinx. Anything to keep that giddy smile on her face. She wanted the last toy that was taken by that kid? Sorry little guy. Someone talked bad to or about her? You won’t here from them again. She gets angry at the the rickety, old street lamp that’s been there for years because she wasn’t paying attention and crashed into it? Guess that’s one less light down in the streets.
The point is.
Jinx wasn’t the horrible villain that Zaunites depicted her to be. Maybe she wasn’t innocent, but she was still just a girl in this fucked up world that forced her to be this way. A girl that deserves good after all the bad she’s been through.
You were on her side, and you always will be.
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