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Late Nights | Jinx x GN!Reader

Summary: A late night visitor interrupts your work, for better or for worse.

A/N: wowwwwie, this fic is kind of a mess bc i haven't written in months but arcane has inspired me to take it on again!! sorry about the quality, i'll get used to the flow again soon i swear. i created a new sideblog just for this - feel free to make requests and i'll get to organizing the blog soon.

WC: 1k

An old lamp casts a strong light onto your workbench, allowing you to spot the minute differences between the intricate pieces that lay before you. You try to steady your breathing as you hold two minuscule parts that are supposed to interlock and form a joint. If you could just reduce the shaking of your hands and be delicate enough the parts should join easily enough, but your body lacks sleep and refuses to listen to your already muddled mind.

As you continue to work on your project, your focus is suddenly disrupted by the sound of your door chimes going off. With a sigh you yell out, "We're closed for today. Come back tomorrow". Much to your disappointment, the patron doesn't leave. As the sound of footsteps and a swaying belt near you however, you realize that it isn't just any old customer coming in.

"Why's there no music? Can you seriously focus in the quiet like this?" Jinx complains as she approaches your left, taking a seat on the edge of your workbench.

"Stereo broke." You state tiredly. You tilt your head to the counter where it sits. "It's probably something simple, haven't been able to look at it though. I have a huge backlog of orders."

"Hm." She hums in response. From the corner of your vision you see her get off your workbench and walk over to the counter. You hear rustling from behind you as Jinx rummages through all your drawers and boxes. She eventually sits besides you again, taking a crack at your stereo. You allow yourself a quick glance at her. Secretly, you enjoy the way she bites her lip in focus, the way her eyes glimmer at the problem in front of her, and the expressiveness of her eyebrows.

Your gaze doesn't linger for long though, and you quickly force yourself to work again. You're used to this scenario already. For the past year Jinx would always appear at random times in your shop. Sometimes you two would talk, other times, like now, you'd spare no words. You quite like how easy it is to exist next to her. Something about her allowed you to perform better, and soon enough you realized you had completed the entire order for your customer.

You set the stuff down and inch away from the bench. Now your focus shifted to the infamous personality sitting next to you. When the two of you first met, you didn't know who she was. All you knew was that a gun was pointed at you and the person holding it was in desperate need for some rare parts.

Thankfully that night did not end in a robbing. Apparently your personal projects behind the counter had caught the woman's attention and spurred her to rush and inspect your work. The two of you garnered mutual respect for each others' inventiveness as discussion ensued. You also came to learn that she was indeed the infamous Jinx, yet you could hardly see the negatives that she was supposed to tout. The only thing you see, and the thing you love appreciate about her the most is her mind. Her eccentrics do not scare you, but rather freshen your perspective, and perspective is always important for an inventor.

Someone like her is absolutely magnetizing for you.

You're quickly pulled out of your thoughts as you hear your favorite song begin to play. You look over to see Jinx with a wide grin and a fully functioning radio beside her.

"Who's the best?" She asks as she jumps up, arms wide and thumbs pointing to herself. You chuckle and decide to not answer her question. With her loud gesture you remember that you have something for her.

"Oh, I finished this for you by the way." You roll the chair you've been sitting on to a cabinet and pull out a fake shark head. Jinx looks excited as you throw it her way.

"Owah!!! He's perfect. I can't wait to put him on, then the launcher will be complete!" She hugs the metal piece tightly, cradling it like a baby.

"That's what you came for right? Sorry for keeping you." You laugh at your own thoughtlessness. "I should've gave it to you earlier. Thanks for the stereo, by the way."

"Psh, just think of it as payment for the fish head. Fishhead? Should I name him that? No, wait, how about Fishbones?" Her face contorts as she seriously ponders her name choice. You smirk as you see her feet bounce from the focus.

"Well," you begin to say, but your tongue suddenly hangs loose.

You know you should send her off since she's gotten what she wanted, but a part of you wants her to stay. You want to talk more. Talk about everything and nothing, anything to give you a better understanding of her. You wish you could hold her voice in your mind forever. No, you don't even have to talk more. Just being by her is enough to energize you. Or maybe you can stare. Stare a bit more longingly. You want to learn how to appreciate the freckles on her face and the blue of her eyes.

But how are you supposed to say that?

"Well?" Jinx asks confused. It seems that you've held onto your words for too long. You close your open mouth, still mulling over your words. Jinx has never been a patient person though, and she breaks the distance between you and her. "Are you gonna tell me what you're thinking 'bout?"

"Ehhh..." You grimace as her face nears you. She's so close that your noses almost touch, and you're fighting against your desire to look at her pouty lips. "I don't think so." Shit. You looked at her lips.

"Well, I'll tell you what I'm thinking." Jinx suddenly has a shit-eating grin on her face, eyebrows raising as if she understands your mind. Her voice lowers as she moves towards your ear. "I'm thinking you're kinda cute, toots."

Your breath escapes your body as you feel the warm press of her lips against your cheek. Before you can even gather your thoughts she's at the door. "I expect repayment for that!" She yells with her back towards you and a gives noncommittal wave.

As the door closes you spin aimlessly in your chair. Stunned, you wondered how you're supposed to focus on the rest of your orders. And as you made way towards a hand mirror, you wondered if her lipstick stayed.

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