#jinx fanfiction
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hii, could you make a one shot where jinx is "friends" with the reader but they like constantly kiss each other or are super clingy to eachother and everyone thinks they are more than friends until they end up confessing their fellings?
ice cream sundae // jinx
warning: fluff, kissing & some angst
pairing: jinx x fem reader
a/n: this took me such a long time but i hope you enjoy it :) i had a lot of fun writing it so thank you for the request! also can you tell how much i wanted ice cream while writing this?
your relationship with jinx wasn’t exactly ideal. it was sweet— fluffy cotton candy, cavity-inducing sweetness. the type of ice cream dessert where you could just feel the bits of sugar melting on your tongue, and the budding stomach ache looming near. it was comfort and love except without the usual strings or a daunting “relationship” title.
although to most, you were in fact together— nearly inseparable, and you couldn’t fault them. after all, “friends” don’t share fervent kisses that leave them breathless for minutes on end. nor do they spend hours each night bound until the other manages to fall asleep.
at first, the intimacy didn’t bother you. you and jinx had always been comfortable around each other. the added intimacy only seemed to strengthen your relationship even further which neither of you seemed to mind— well that was until others took note.
silco’s office was crowded with chembarons and compatriots— all eager to hear about his next plan. they practically hung on his every word, offering the fearless leader their undivided attention. yet the sight was enough to draw hushed snickers from your lips.
“they all look constipated,” jinx chuckled, swinging an arm around the small of your back. she pulled your body close to hers despite the somewhat seriousness of the situation. you nuzzled into her side, burying your face into her neck. the noise drew the attention of a few but you managed to suppress the budding laughter— at least for a while.
“no he looks constipated” you smirked, “how do they even take him seriously?” your eyes darted back and forth between the crowd and silco— once again you felt like you were going to lose it. jinx clutched onto you as if to remind you of where you were. but one glance at her blue eyes sent you into an uncontrollable fit of giggles.
the two of you were too distracted to really notice it but dozens of eyes turned your way, along with silco’s. jinx’s arms wrapped around you almost instinctively as both you and her succumbed to laughter, clinging onto each other for dear life. to everyone else in the room, you looked like a couple.
first, it was the intimacy— jinx rarely left your side throughout the entire meeting. each time someone looked over, the distance between the two of you seemed to diminish by the minute. however, aside from that it all seemed natural like you belonged together— and not once did either of you pull away.
“jinx.”
silco’s voice was loud and stern, startling you from her grasp. he ambled towards her, redirecting the attention back onto the three of you. even with the added set of eyes, jinx maintained the distance, gently ushering you back toward her.
“i’m sure there will be plenty of time for you to flirt with your girlfriend after the meeting.”
girlfriend…?
a brief silence swept over the room, completely sucking the air from your lungs, and simultaneously leaving jinx speechless. you were aware that people mistook you for being more than her friend— but when it was finally brought up your feelings seemed like they were on display. free to be analyzed and picked apart by everyone, including jinx.
“uh— she’s not my girlfriend,” she blurted a lot quicker than expected. you couldn’t help but flinch at her words, so concise and almost deliberate. she wasn’t wrong and you knew that but why did everyone else have to?
“regardless, try not to interrupt again?” sharply, silco turned on his heel pulling the attention back towards his speech. and although much hadn’t changed you couldn’t bear to be near jinx. the sugary appeal of a partial relationship no longer seemed ideal, because in the end you were still left with the ache.
she turned back towards you, remorse seeping its way into her features, “ignore hi—“
“i have to go.” mentally, you were already far from the crowded room. without another word, you slid from her arms storming towards the door as you left jinx’s side for the first time in months.
there wasn’t much of a goal in mind— but you needed to get away and there weren’t many options. each one that presented itself had an increased chance of you seeing jinx again, and you couldn’t face her just yet. thus, you continued to walk the streets of zaun, following the dim light that the moon sanctioned.
the silence only seemed to stir your thoughts even further and they weren’t angry ones. you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at jinx because she hadn’t done anything wrong. the fact is you weren’t her girlfriend and no amount of kisses or gentle touches would change that. gradually tears brimmed your eyes but you refused to let them fall, swallowing the growing knot in the back of your throat.
the last drop was the first place you found solace after hours of mindless wandering. you stumbled towards an empty seat, slumping over the counter. you missed jinx— you yearned to be close to her again but it had to be real, you couldn’t simply be her “friend.”
“an ice cream sundae, please.” you mumbled to the confused bartender.
despite the fact that it was a bar and not a dessert stand your request was granted in a matter of minutes. placed in front of you was a large cup with a blend of french vanilla and rich chocolate. drizzled in syrup and cookies that covered the entire top. at the very center of it was a small cherry that looked all the more delectable. yet you couldn’t bring yourself to pick up the spoon or let alone move.
you felt her first, her touch soft and gentle as a long set of arms snaked around your waist. she propped her chin on your shoulder, bringing your dessert to her lips. the bar was quiet, nearly empty— yet you became hyper-aware of every movement. jinx’s affection was never something you needed to process up until now. however, it was the first time you truly felt conscious of it.
“never had this flavor before.” she hummed, leaning up against the counter. cerulean eyes glazed over yours, setting your cheeks ablaze. the soft skin of her arms gently brushed against your waist causing hundreds of goosebumps to form. and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t conceal it from her.
jinx muttered, her voice somber, “y’know when you ran out last night i waited– but you never showed up.” her eyes were glassy and at first glance, it looked like she was on the verge of tears. instinctively, you brought the pad of your thumb to her face, gently wiping them away. despite the budding tension, she didn’t flinch away, only leaning further into your touch.
“i had to think.” the words came out as a feeble whisper, completely flying over jinx’s head. you could practically feel her growing more restless at the sound of silence pervading the bar.
“what about?”
she desperately tried to keep her voice calm but it became glaringly obvious that she was losing it. her eyes darted between yours almost crazed, and deep jagged lines began to form around her nose.
“us— i mean what are we doing jinx? i’m serious, we act like we’re dating and it’s to the point where everyone thinks we are.” you sighed, bringing your hand to the side of her face. the warmth soothed her, relieving some of the stress that was mounting on her shoulders but you couldn’t push anymore— not until you knew how she felt.
“who cares what other people think?” she spat, deflecting even further to no avail. your heavy gaze sent heat straight to her cheeks, coating them in a bright red shade.
“it’s not about what they think— why can’t we just make it official? it’s not a secret that i love you and i’m tired of just being your friend.” the desperation practically oozed from your voice, sending a pang of guilt to jinx’s chest.
“you’re gonna make me get all sappy, you know i hate that,” she joked, a hint of sadness lacing her words. there was no going back. for a moment she pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath before continuing.
“it’s not that i don’t love you….i have for as long as i can remember. but if we make this real it’s all gonna change— i know it will.” her eyes offered you a moment of clarity, they pleaded with you but were honest— she was honest. it was all you ever really wanted, some sort of confirmation that she felt the same way.
“that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”
“but it usually is, and i can’t screw this up, y/n.”
“look at me, i’m not going anywhere but you have to trust me….do you trust me?” you cooed, turning your body towards hers. the distance between the two of you grew smaller yet neither of you pulled away. jinx took your hand in hers silently nodding as you placed a palm over her thigh. you were no longer in limbo, you needed to find some way that the two of you could exist as more than friends.
you pushed the half-melted ice cream sundae away, plucking an additional straw from the counter.
“i’m not really in the mood for dessert right now hun,” jinx said, although she reached for it anyway.
“that’s okay, just share this with me.” the both of you brought your lips to the straws, humming at the sweet taste that lingered on your tongues.
jinx brushed a strand of blue from her face, craning her neck to get a better look at you. slowly, her eyes roamed over your face, taking in your features one by one. it was something she was used to doing but never this intimately.
“is it just me or is this the best thing you’ve ever tasted?” you asked, yet jinx was way too distracted to even notice. slowly slipping, her eyes fell on yours and for a moment she held them there, in both admiration and awe. she couldn’t fathom a world in which you were just her friend.
“jinx?” you called, your voice snapping her back to reality.
“hm?”
“do you like it?”
jinx plucked the cherry from the top bringing it to her lips, a bright sparkle glimmering in the corners of her eyes. she brought the fruit to her lips, although her focus was far from it, and the tempting desert just a few feet inches from her. she leaned in closer, testing the invisible boundary.
without another word her hands made their way to the back of your head, initiating a fierce long awaited kiss. in a matter of seconds, you leaned into it, clasping onto jinx’s body for dear life. your tongue swirled in her mouth, savoring the sweet taste of sugar left behind. neither of you could get enough of it, it was infectious and almost addicting.
when jinx finally pulled away she was breathless, ardent passion blurring her gaze. she ensured that her eyes never left yours as she whispered, “i loved it.
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𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 || 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐱
“𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦
𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱
𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘰𝘰𝘩”
Inspo: Victoria Monet - Moment
Pairing: Jinx x Black!Fem!reader
Summary: You were always willing to spare a moment for your girl...
Warnings: Sub!Jinx, Dom!reader, fingering, pet names, and fluff.
Words: 1503
DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!
“Jinx, kitty, stop being a brat and go to sleep.” Your voice was a deep rumble in the girls' lair of contraptions that threatened your life on a daily basis. The bridges lead to a stable and reliable earthy surface vibrated by your timbre tone with the very few lights in the large cavern giving you a sight of the girl rolling in your guys' bed.
You had taken Jinx’s desk for the night after putting the girl to sleep. After a long and stressful day of her own mental weighing down on her and the physical ache she felt by being hunched over her desk all day, she requested you cuddled with her. Of course, you had and for once in a very one-in-a-million chance, Jinx had been quiet. Not that you minded her talking, but her rambling sometimes carried into the time when you were pleading for any amount of sleep. But you also believed her mind must’ve also been quiet enough for her to just enjoy the silence and you.
But, of course, work needed your attention so you had to pry her arms from your waist. Instantly missing her pale fingers tracing shapes in your waist and humming into your caramel skin. Her long blue braids practically wrapped around your bulky frame. Compared to the girl that used your body as her own personal bed, it was inevitable that you would become attached to her petite figure that was so malleable in your hands.
It didn’t matter though, Silco had been needing your attention on a raid and you had to have the plans done tonight. He was already on the fence about you dating Jinx. You didn’t need to give him any more reasons that could lead to your death.
Jinx, of course, didn’t care.
“Come back to bed,” Jinx whined, blankets enveloping her entire frame adorably. But you heard the faintest pur in her words, sending a jolt to your heart. You were too busy to fully acknowledge it, but you saw and smiled. Something she also noticed and grinned tiredly. “If you won’t come to bed, I’m sleeping over there with you.”
You tapped your pen against her desk, turning the chair towards her as she waddled over with a thick blanket around her shoulder. The sound of her bare feet padding across the metal bridge filled the air. You, of course, could see the crack of the blankets and felt your eyes become glued to her pale thighs. The large blue tattoo on her right side reached down and could be spotted on her right thigh. Something you sure had seen before, but something about seeing it now was erotic. It was probably because you knew for a fact that beneath the blankets Jinx wore nothing.
And your suspicions were correct when she moved the bottom of the blanket to straddle your waist. The lamp on the desk exposed the glistening of her folds which were practically drenched. Clit puffy and needy for your attention. And it was being placed right on your crotch with Jinx curling her arms around your neck and stuffing her face in your neck.
“What are you doing, Jinx?” You muttered, turning the chair back towards the desk where you uncomfortably continued to work. Feeling her shift slightly with a gentle sigh. Warmth invades your neck, goosebumps standing to attention across your body. “Use your words, Jinxie.”
She moved further into your body, warmth able to melt her entire body. If she had the choice, she would cut a spot deep inside your chest right beside your heart and hide there. Just so she could listen to the tedious, yet, relieving thump of your heartbeat. In many ways, it would make you two as one, but that was already a thing. You could tell she was needing something to relieve the heat between her legs. If you also needed a taste of her, you might’ve pounced on her the moment you saw that beautiful cunt.
But hearing her beg for it was always going to be better.
Her hips rocking, the rough texture of your pants enough to get her off. And feeling your arm softly wrap around her waist, helping her, she let out a whine. So with a glance, you grabbed the blanket surrounding her body and yanked it off. Turning her body to face the desk and you pressed loving kisses to her shoulder. Jinx was ready to protest, but her words were cut short by one of your large hands grabbing her thigh, holding it open while your other cupped her sex.
The touch was enough to silence Jinx and have her inhale sharply. Your hot breath fanning the side of her neck with your own gaze focused on where your hand rested. A radiating heat and sleekness resting against your palm and making your hand twitch. “You gonna use your words or am I leaving you high and dry tonight?”
Hearing that made Jinx instinctively grip your shirt and arm holding her thigh. “You better not, Y/n,” she growled.
“Then use your words, sweets,” you encourage with a devilish grin. One that could be heard just in the words you spoke. But this one thing wasn’t what Jinx was used to. She got what she wanted and never needed to ask. Even with sex, you were always willing to be the first to dive in face first. Wanting nothing more than to have her writhe beneath you, moaning out pleas to never leave her. Asking you to fuck her was foreign and made her slightly embarrassed the more she thought about it. “Just gotta say-“
“Please, fuck me!” Jinx exclaimed cheeks flushed as you stared down at her with parted lips and soft eyes. She avoided your gaze and waited impatiently for what you would do next.
You adjusted the grip you had on her leg, resting in the bend of her knee. Yet made no move to ease the annoyingly desperate ache between her legs. When she finally has had enough and looks up at you, she is surprised when you crash your lips against hers. Further surprised when you pushed two fingers around her fluttering entrance. Pussy swallowing your digits hungrily whilst her velvety walls clenched around you.
Her lips parted from yours, gasping as she looked down to where her pussy welcomed you willingly. You were also watching, cheek pressed against hers with a small smirk on your lips. The wet sloshing sounds of your fingers pistoning into her tight cunt filled the room. Beautifully accompanied by Jinx’s whines and moans. Her body shivered against yours, breaths strangled from her throat causing her chest to halter in its rises.
A soft smirk rested on your face, soaking up every little sound that came from the girl. Eyes shut to intensify the knowledge of how easily you made the girl fall apart. If her nails digging into your one arm wasn’t enough, this surely did it.
“So cute all whiny for me,” you husked against the shell of her ear, teeth taking her earlobe. Jinx let out a pant, arms shaking as she battled to let her leg block your access. But she knew doing that would only deprive her of any relief. So, she decided to turn her head and lay kisses on your jaw. Lips sucking at the edge as you let out a throaty chuckle. Feeling her hand tighten on the one holding her leg, desperate to be given something in return.
So, you parted your fingers inside of her and curled. Jinx’s eyes shot wide, teeth clenched, body tensed, a yelp falling from her lips and her hands clenched tightly as your fingers pistoned into her without mercy. And it only took a moment of shock for Jinx to become a wailing baby. One of her hands fell to her clit that she slapped lightly, sending shocks through her body. The build-up in the pit of her stomach was growing and you could tell by the walls of her cunt squeezing your digits.
“Come on, baby,” you whispered in her ear. “Come for me, sweets. You can do it.”
Jinx whined, legs twitching in your grasp as her eyes clamped shut. Her head rolled back as she rubbed her clit vigorously. And when she finally met the high, the wire to her climax snapped and she was sent upwards. Her eyes rolling back behind her eyelids as her body tensed, legs curling into her chest as you slowly and effortlessly curled your fingers repeatedly. Continuing to hit the sweet spot that kept her in the dazed bliss.
When she came down, Jinx panted, curling into a ball against your chest. You smiled down at her, pulling your fingers from her and pressing them to her lips. She mewled, accepting them and sucking. Listening to your soft coos until you held her close to your chest as you worked. That was where she fell asleep with a warm smile.
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Second in command
Arcane fanfic
Summary: jinx took over silcos crime ring when he died and you are her second in command
Word count: 1238
Tags: au, lesbian jinx, y/n, femme reader,hurt/comfort, imagine, action/adventure, angst, romance, everyone is alive, implied drugs, hallucinations, implied emotional abuse
My days are pretty boring and monotonous for being second in command for the biggest crime ring in Zaun. I wake up, make my tea, go to work, take inventory, and go home. Obviously my days aren't exactly the same but they are similar enough. Today was one of those days.
“Jinx wants to see you.”
Ugh sevika. She thinks she runs this place since she's been with the ring the longest. She thinks she deserves to run this place.
I rolled my eyes at her in response
“Look just because your girlfriend is uppity about me doesn't mean you have too.”
“Just because my head is between her legs, doesn't mean it's up her ass too.”
Sevika grimaces and I groan and walk away from taking inventory. I don't feel like dealing with her bullshit today. Or ever really.
I push the door open with my shoulder to jinx’s office. The doors are heavy and made of rusted iron. The handles are vials of shimmer. The doors creak as I enter.
“Hello y/n”
Jinx turns around to face you in her chair behind the desk.
“Hi baby, what's up?”
“Don't call me that you know I hate pet names. But can you grab my shimmer for me? My eye is fucking killing me.”
Sometimes I feel more like a monkey than her girlfriend. Just another one of her employees but with more sexual benefits.
I grab the shimmer from the table and straddle her to get a better angle. A part of me only uses that as an excuse to get closer to her.I take her chin and angle her head upwards, take the syringe, and inject her eye. Her left eye looks like a nuclear sunset with a void in the middle. She winces in pain for a moment.
“Ah fuck. That never gets easier” jinx groans
You take her face and plant a soft kiss on her forehead and she raises her hand to yours. You step backwards to put the syringe away.
“This wasn't the only reason i called you in here”
I think she wants a sexual favor from me. That's usually how this goes but she keeps talking.
“ I have a job I want you to come along and it's a pretty serious one. I wanted my assistant to come with me. Id send one of the other employees but i feel like theyd fuck this job up. And we have the power they don't.”
Finally I'm starting to feel important. Jinx usually did the negotiating while i kept things running on the inside. But I never really felt like I had the power people claimed I had as jinx’s girlfriend and assistant.
“Sounds good. But what's the job?” i questioned
“We have to go to piltover and talk to jayce talis about importing more shimmer through their harbors. Business is booming right now and we need to make bigger shipments. And I need you there just in case things go wrong.”
“Like a bodyguard? Am I getting a demotion?” i joke
“Ha. ha. Funny. You think I'm some joke? You don't think I can handle myself? You think im gonna fuck up the job like i fuck everything up right?!”
“No, I-Im sorry” i raise my hands in defeat
“Good. Because it sounded like my girlfriend and assistant were doubting my abilities. Remember who's above you y/n. I'll let you know the details later. Now get the fuck out of my office.”
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“Hello ladies, glad to be in your presence.” Jayce bows sarcastically
“Yeah whatever, let's just get to business.” jinx groans
I follow them into an empty alley. I thought maybe we’d be in an office or something but maybe the guy doesn't want us knowing where he resides. Jayce starts the convo
“Ok you called a meeting with me and i only have 15 minutes. So get to the point.”
“We want to import more shimmer through the harbors. Business is booming a-”
“No.”
“No? What do you mean no? This would benefit both of us in the long run and youre fucking delusional not to think so.”
“I already have the council up my ass. I can't import more shimmer without it being suspicious. The answer is no.”
Jinx pulls out her gun and points it at jayce
“We import more shimmer through your harbors or you get a bullet in the skull. Its honestly your choice”
Next thing I know there's a flash of blue illuminating the sky, the boom of a gun, and a warm feeling running down my chest. I slip into the void at peace.
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I flutter my eyes open and see a distorted jinx next to me
“You're nothing to me. You're just a dog that I bet on and you're losing.” she laughs maniacally
I try to sit up but I'm paralysed. What the fuck is going on? Before I can process anything I drift away again.
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I squint my eyes open. I'm in a sketchy room, on a twin sized mattress on the floor.
“Oh god, baby I'm so glad you're alive!”
You feel jinx’s warm lips against your clammy forehead
“Wha- ow fuck” you clutch your chest
“I'm so sorry baby, I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have brought you along I jinxed it like i do everything this is all my fault im sorry”
“What are you talking about?”
“I-i accidentally shot you when jayce let off a bomb. I got startled and I shot you. Jayce died when the bomb went off but I got lucky. You… died when I shot you. I brought you to singed because i knew he could revive you…like he did me and it worked. Now you have to inject yourself with shimmer where you were injured to stay alive. I shouldn't have ever threatened jayce in the first place. This is all my fault.” she sobbed
“This… is a lot to process.” i wince in pain
“I'm so sorry. I've been cold and distant with you and you don't deserve that. Even though I keep you at arms distance, I love you. I didn't realise how much I loved you until I lost you. If I lost you…then I would have no one left. I need you in my life. You make my days brighter, you support me in ways no one else does, and I never want to take you for granted ever again. I want to love you the way you deserve, if you'll let me?”
I try my best to sit up to kiss her but I can't. Jinx fills in the space and kisses me passionately and deeply. Like if she stopped kissing me she'd lose me again. I break the kiss.
“I know. I love you too”
She climbs into bed with me. We are so close that we could almost merge into one. She pushes my sweaty strands of hair out of my face and kisses me softly on my nose and we drift off to a blissful sleep. And even though this is the most pain i've ever been in i'm the happiest i've ever been.
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chapter one - reasons to cry in the club (caitlyn/jinx)
uh? yea so before I go, here's this. hopefully it's not too bad. will try to continue it whilst on my social media break, as this won't be as big of a project as my other fics. please read the tags through. even if this first chapter doesn't include a lot of messed up stuff, it doesn't mean there won't be some in the future. I might not put trigger warnings, like I have before. enjoy.
Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/F
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
Relationships: Caitlyn/Jinx (League of Legends), Jinx & Vi (League of Legends), Ekko & Jinx (League of Legends)
Characters: Jinx (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends)
Additional Tags: Mental Health Issues, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Depression, Anxiety, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Comfort, Strangers to Lovers, Clubbing, Drinking
Language: English
Summary:
Jinx lifts her face up, water dripping down her face, droplets falling from her chin, pooling around her feet on the bathroom floor. She opens her eyes and meets a pair of familiar eyes in the mirror. Or, at least they used to be familiar. Nowadays she cannot exactly recognize herself. The person she used to be is long gone. Even her eyes can tell that.
She studies her face in the bathroom mirror. The greenish light makes everything seem even more wrong and uglier. Her hair is the wrong color - and now she notices how her braids have come a little undone - and the dark circles underneath her eyes have never looked worse. She looks like she’s dead. Maybe she is.
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When the night ends in tears in the club's bathroom, Jinx decides it's time for her to hit the road. As she leaves the club, she bumps into Caitlyn, who splashes her drink all over Jinx.
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Mom Jinx from my family au/fanfic :D
She's basically sick and recovering from losing an amount of blood from shimmer. Ekko is taking care of her :P
P.S., yes this is what she looks like in the fanfic
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Just Hair (Jinx x Reader)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘃!
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?
She’s usually not this…quiet.
Well. Maybe that’s a weird thing to have. Sure, she gives the impression of a chatterbox. Someone who loves the sound of her own voice. Someone who can’t stand to be ignored or cast aside. You’d be lying if you said those weren’t your immediate thoughts about her when you first met her.
But when you think about it, it’s really not like she’s talking all the time. It’s not like she says everything in a shout or a yell or a scream. She’s not loud and explosive and in your face every waking moment of the day. In fact, sometimes you think it’s others that do the talking for her. People who rile her up. People who she riles up. Her footsteps when she wants to be seen and make a scene. The footsteps that come running towards her whenever she’s seen and there’s about to be a scene. The explosives and explosions that she creates. The explosives and explosions that she’s drawn to. It’s all so loud. You associate her loud. She is loud.
Even when she’s not the one opening her mouth. So you suppose that’s why you’re so curious as to why she’s being so calm and so still for you right now. She usually isn’t like this. You don’t associate her with behaviors like this. And you just can’t help but wonder: why.
After all, all you’re doing is laying her head in your lap and brushing through her hair. Not anything important. Not anything crazy. So why?
Why?
You think about it as you continue your actions. Your eyes sweep around Jinx’s hideout, hoping it’ll give you some type of clue. The dolls she made a while back are still there. A not-so-successful project is strewn about a makeshift coffee table. One you distinctly remember helping her paint (and then later spray paint) not too long ago. But no dice. So you turn your attention back onto her.
The girl who’s always on your mind.
It’s an odd sight, in your opinion. But a beautiful one at the exact time. You’re both on an old mattress. A nicer one in your opinion. You’re sitting up, legged crossed and back straight towards one edge of the mattress while Jinx lays across your lap, head cradled by your thighs. Her signature braids are undone and long blue hair is just about everywhere in your vision as you take your time while running the brush across every single strand you have access to. And it all connects down back to her. And every time you look at her face, you can see the same expression there. Eyes closed. Face relaxed. No frowns. No worries. None of those things. Just pure bliss. Pure, pure bliss.
It truly is a foreign sight to you. Seeing her so at peace. You would have assumed she was sleeping if you didn’t know her so well. That’s why you’re so hesitant to break the silence. So hesitant to break the stillness that sits between the two of you. But you have to know. You just have to know…
Why?
And so, your mouth parts finally, deciding that it’s best to come right out about it. And that’s the thing. There’s a question in there, hanging on your tongue. Dancing on your lips. It’s there. But it doesn’t come out. Not quite yet anyways. You’ve learned to be very careful with your words around her. Very careful with your questions. In the years you’ve been with friends with her, you’ve learned how fragile a hair-trigger can be. You learned how random her trigger can be as well. With things you never known. With things you’ve never expected. So you stay there, and you ponder. Thinking long, thinking hard about what you want to ask. What you want to say. And by the time the perfect sentence forms in your mind…
“This is nice…”
…she beats you to the punch.
“What is?” You ask Jinx in response to her off-hand comment. She takes a deep breath in and releases it slowly. And then another. And another. And another. And another. Rinse. Repeat. But in all honesty? You’re fine with this. Never once had you stopped looking down at your friend’s expression with a curious gaze. Never once had your fingers stopped running the bristles of the hairbrush through her long hair- carefully making its way through tiny little knots here and there.
Your question can wait if she’s willing to share. Anything in your life could wait for her honestly. Perhaps she knows that about you. Perhaps that’s why she’s taking her time with her answer right now. You have a feeling you’ll never know. She’s always been an enigma after all.
But she’s your enigma. And she’ll always be.
“Nobody has brushed my hair in a long, long time.” She finally says after a long period of silence. Her voice is as quiet and as calm as her demeanor is. But there’s nothing scary about this. No silent storm here- not even in the far distance. You’re happy about that. You want it to stay that way. She deserves that. She deserves this. “So this is nice.”
“No one?” You question, almost absently, after a little while. It’s something to fill the void, really. Something to make her feel acknowledged and seen and heard- even when you don’t quite have a response for her at the moment. “Really?”
“I don’t play well with others,” She reminds you, a playful lilt to her voice. And although her eyes are still closed. There’s an almost proud smile starting to tug at the corner of her lips- unable to stay hidden for long. “Except for you.”
Well…I’m glad.” At the mention of you being the exception in you are her life, you can’t help but smile your own smile. Even if her eyes aren’t open to see it. You can’t help it. The words hit straight to your heart, even if she didn’t mean anything much by them. “That makes me special.”
“You’ve always been special to me.”
Her eyes are open now. Her gaze is on you. And even though her dark eyes are intense, you don’t feel like you’re in danger. You don’t feel like you’re about to be hunted or stalked. You don’t feel like you’re prey. So you hold her gaze. And you try not to think about just how soft it is now that her eyes are on you. Looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world to her right now. And you want to be. Is it selfish to want that? Is it selfish to want that from her when you were once afraid of her too? Is it selfish to want that when you don’t even know her every secret yet? Is it selfish? Is it?
“Yeah…”
It might be. It might be selfish. But by now, the brush in your hand has run over this section more times than you can count already. But you like just how smoothly it travels through her long, pretty hair. You like how it makes her smile a little more. You like how it makes her feel relaxed. Happy. Loved. Cherished. So you’ll do it a couple more times. Just to be sure. Just to be sure. It’s the very least you could do. She deserves that. She deserves this.
“You’ve always been special to me too.”
And you’re more than happy to give it to her.
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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen
mma fighter!sukuna ryomen x femalecoach!reader
Part 8. Fight For Me.
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Spynosis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him.
Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol)
Warnings: Cursed words. Unethical violence. Sexual harassment. I only read it once, lmao
Word count: 2927 words.
A/N: Another Saturday, another chapter. I picked up studying Japanese again, so far so good. Any advice is welcome :) Hope you guys like today's chapter. :) Btw I made a PLAYLIST
That was the most uncomfortable morning of my life. I can’t get the idea that I fell asleep in Sukuna's bed like it was nothing out of my head. All I could do was to get dressed quickly to get back to my house before the morning training started. Luckily, I didn't see Sukuna on my way out, maybe he slept in the guest room… or so I thought. His penthouse was huge, there must have been an extra room for sure. Upon arriving at the gym, Sukuna just scolded me for being late as if nothing happened last night, so I acted accordingly.
Cheers and praises flooded the arena as soon as Sukuna's anthem began booming over the speakers. Even though it was the last fight of the night, this was just starting. The sound mitigated with every step we took upon the intimidating octagon where Naoya was waiting for us after making his grand entrance. I was so nervous I felt like I was going to throw up at any moment, but I had to stay strong. This was not the time to act like a coward.
The referee checked Sukuna's gloves and body for sandbags or anything out of place. During the inspection, Sukuna gave me a serious glare. He looked so calm for someone who was about to be locked in a cage to fight another beast his size. I had interrupted Naoya's lucky ritual and helped him perform his luck ritual successfully. He was sure he was going to win, but he couldn't let his guard down.
Sukuna stepped onto the big stage and jogged around the perimeter so that everyone could admire his greatness. Naoya instead of watching him to analyze his opponent, was focused on me. His eyes were looking at me through the black fence, conveying a message I did not want to decipher. Sukuna had to beat him if I didn't want him to escape from the cage and lock me in his clutches. I gulped hard as soon as the referee approached them to give them the basic rules. It was time. I closed my eyes to pray to all the deities of the constellations, crossed my fingers and prayed that Sukuna's sign was lucky today.
The bell rang and the first round began. People shouted in anticipation as the lion engaged the cheetah in a dangerous dance for dominance. As we had planned, Sukuna was taking his time with him. He was waiting for our common enemy to feel comfortable enough to approach him. Naoya took the bait as he slammed in on him with a pair of jabs, he was going right at his jaw to end the fight. “He looks different,” I thought as I watched him attack Sukuna without hesitation. He was desperate to win as fast as possible, even if that meant throwing away all his energy in the first round.
Everything was being decided by boxing in the first two rounds, so far, we were going according to plan. Sukuna was like a fish in water, dodging every punch he landed and landing a couple of jabs that connected perfectly with his body, while Naoya struggled to take him down. There was a minute left in the third round when Naoya knocked Sukuna down with a spinning kick. The cheetah turned into a dangerous boa that attached itself to his body mercilessly. Its legs wrapped around his waist to put him in a neck lock. Sukuna tried to pull away from the cheetah's grip with hopeless punches and kicks, but Naoya wasn't about to let it go so easily.
“Hold on, Sukuna!” I yelled in desperation amidst the howls of the fans.
I looked at the clock hoping that the seconds would pass quickly, but it felt like an eternity. Sukuna was pushing away with difficulty the arm that chained his neck to keep from fainting. My eyes were on the verge of tears, the champion could not lose, not today.
The bell rang, and the fighters walked away. I sighed in relief and rushed up to the octagon with Gojo and Yuuji to assist him in the break. Gojo put ice on his shoulder and Yuuji gave him water.
“Change of plans. We must go to the floor,” I said.
“What?” Sukuna asked me, taking off his mouth guard.
“Naoya is desperate. He wants to win at any cost, it seems that this time he doesn't want to leave it to the judges. This is your chance to use his attacks against him,” I explained, but Sukuna didn't seem to be convinced.
“I agree. He is fighting differently from before. Use your legs, they are longer than his,” Gojo intervened. With that, Sukuna nodded before the next round was announced by a beautiful ring girl.
Naoya's eyes were on me as he prepared for the next round. I returned her gaze in kind, I wasn't going to let him bully me just because. The bell announced the fourth round and my eyes returned to Sukuna. After a back and forth of punches and low kicks, Naoya went straight at him. Naoya knocked him down, pushing him by the shoulders. Sukuna fell backwards with a loud thud. This time, time wasn't going to stop him. I had seen this attack before.
“Push him with your legs!” I yelled so he could hear me as I ran around the perimeter of the octagon to get a better angle on the attack.
Sukuna understood what I meant. With the inertia of Naoya's attack, Sukuna pushed him by the abdomen. I thought he would push him away, instead, he grabbed him by the arms and lifted him up to have him at his mercy for a couple of seconds in the air. I could see Naoya's eyes as he realized he had screwed up. Sukuna threw him to turn him like a helicopter propeller to put his leg between his arms and whip him against the floor. He caged him between his legs and kept pulling him by his limb to keep Naoya in a headlock.
“Sukuna…” I mumbled in shock.
Naoya was hitting him by the legs while trying to free his trapped arm. The referee was asking Naoya to get out of it quickly, or he was going to call the fight over. Time paused again as the scene unfolded before me. A king demonstrating his power to a rebellious knight. I no longer heard the people, nor my team, nor my thoughts. It was just my eyes taking in the facts, tasting those uncertain moments.
Naoya was completely trapped, so the referee announced the end of the fight. I caught my breath and came back to my senses at the decision. Sukuna broke away from Naoya and slowly stood up to regain his posture. He looked at me through the fence and gave me a slight smirk. “Mothafucker did it,” I thought before a tear of happiness slipped down my cheek. We had won, I was free and the champion proved himself the best once again.
I met up with the team to go up to the octagon to celebrate the victory. I moved through the crowd to give him a sweaty bear hug. I wanted to congratulate him, and thank him for giving his best as always, but I was so happy the words wouldn't come out of my mouth. I could only cry of joy on his shoulder.
“Stop crying like a bitch,” he whispered between chiding teeth as he wiped my face with the towel around his neck.
“Can’t I be happy?!” I scolded him between sniffles.
“You're humiliating me. I can't have a crybaby of a trainer,” he complained.
“I'm not...!”
My eyes popped open as soon as Sukuna connected his lips with mine in a sweet kiss in front of everyone. My cheeks turned the color of his hair and my heart started beating like crazy from shock. It was not a passionate kiss as he usually kisses me in the secrecy of his ritual, it was a tender touch in the middle of an octagon full of fighters and cameras watching us. Our lips didn't last more than 5 seconds connected, but it felt like it lasted an eternity.
The sharp sound of something metallic woke me up from the moment. Naoya had hit Sukuna in the head with his metal water bottle before anyone could stop him. The arena gasped in shock at the unsportsmanlike attitude. Team Zenin pulled him back before he could land another misplaced blow. Yuuji, Gojo and Nanami lashed out at him and his coach for not being able to control their athlete.
“How dare you kiss what's mine?! Let’s get back together, y/n!” Naoya screamed in a tantrum as he tried to break free from the grip of his teammates.
“Are you okay?” I asked Sukuna worriedly as I put some ice on his bump.
“Yes, I feel better now,” he said with a proud smile as he watched Naoya in emotional agony.
“Naoya Zenin will appear before the official UFC committee for lack of discipline and unsportsmanlike attitude tomorrow afternoon for his actions after tonight's fight, but there are already rumors that he will be suspended for more than 5 years from all events,” The commentator announced.
Team Black howled with joy at the news. My heart had finally calmed down after drinking a nice beer and chatting for a while with Yuuji and Megumi at the same bar we came last time. My mind was finally resting at peace after Sukuna beat up Naoya and explained to Nanami that the kiss had only been to get Naoya off her nerves. “Relax, that kiss didn't mean anything, it was just part of the strategy,” I thought as I remembered how intense that unexpected contact felt.
“Aren't you supposed to be with the Zenins? Aren't they family?” I asked Megumi curiously to distract my mind from the strong palpitations of my passionate heart.
“More or less. My father was kicked out of the dojo as soon as he challenged my uncle Naobito and beat him. The family could not bear such a breach of family honor,” Megumi explained, not caring at all about the incident. “I never thought that Sukuna could lift Naoya with his body, it was really incredible. Did you teach him that move?” He asked me before taking a sip of her beer.
I looked briefly at Sukuna who was chatting pleasantly with Nanami on the other side of the table. Quickly, he noticed that I was watching him. I turned around in time so that he wouldn't think I had been watching him for a long time and that we had only connected casual glances. “Why am I thinking like a lovesick teenager?”, I scolded myself.
“I didn't know he could do that either,” I agreed, to which Megumi looked at me strangely.
After a stressful day and a couple of drinks to counteract the body ailment. I said goodbye to everyone and set out to head home under the midnight stars. I smiled to myself as I replayed in my mind how Sukuna had cornered Naoya against the canvas. The sound of his bare back impacting hard played in my mind on loop. It had been a lousy day, but an incredible night I would never forget.
“Where are you going?” someone asked behind me. I could recognize Sukuna's voice anywhere in the world.
“Home, to rest,” I answered as I faced him fully. Why had he followed me? Whatever the reason, we were alone on the sidewalk, it was the right time to tell him how I felt. “You did amazing tonight, thank you very much.”
“I just did my job, I didn't do it for you,” he said with that serious tone I knew so well by now, he purposely made it sound like he was annoyed.
“I know you didn't do it for me, but I still want you to know that I owe you one,” I joked.
He didn't hesitate to approach me, I thought he would give me a hug or another kiss, so I just froze in place. Instead, he just handed me a silver key with a Team Black keychain on it. I inspected it carefully as I twirled it between my fingers.
“You are going to live with me, starting tonight,” he announced as if it was nothing.
“What?! Why?!” I was really confused.
“Naoya will probably be suspended from the UFC tomorrow and have to pay a stupidly expensive fine. Guess who he's going to blame for that,” I explained.
“You?” I really didn't want to blame myself right now.
“Do you really think he'd try to come near me after I beat him up on the ring? And I was fighting under the rules,” Sukuna smiled proud of himself for his performance in the fight.
“Naoya promised me that...".
“Naoya promised you that he would love you forever and not hurt you and look where you are. Just because you're innocent doesn't mean you're stupid,” Sukuna interrupted me and then turned his back to me. “You better be home by the time I get back,” he demanded before going back to the bar.
“Hey! Sukuna! What about my stuff?!” I shouted for him to stop, but he ignored me and walked into the bar without saying anything else.
I stood still on the sidewalk while my fingers caressed the keychain. How could someone be so nice and scary at the same time? It was obvious that Sukuna wanted me to be safe, but the way he did it felt like he was doing me a favor instead of actually wanting to help me. “He wants to protect me,” I thought as I realized what he was doing. My heart skipped a beat even though he was no longer in my presence and my cheeks dyed pink just thinking about him.
“Sukuna sure is a strange man…” I thought out loud as I went on my way to the penthouse.
Even though I had entered his home before, I couldn't help but be surprised as I walked down the huge carpeted hallway. I arrived in the immense living room that shared the professional kitchen, the 12-person wooden dining room and the contemporary living room surrounded by huge windows that allowed me to see the entire city glowing in the dark night. What it's like to have all the money in the world.
“I think I'll sleep in the guest room,” I said aloud to test the echo of my new home. “First I must find the guest room,” I planned as I looked at the maze I would be living in.
I avoided the entrance doors because I knew that one of them was Sukuna's room, so I had to go up to the second floor. When I got to the top, I could see through the large windows the indoor pool on the first floor, the bar with karaoke and the small zen garden that divided the rooms. “What songs will he like to sing,” I wondered curiously as I continued my search for my room. A little smile escaped my lips as I imagined Sukuna singing Single Ladies by Beyoncé.
I had finally found the guest room. It had a king-size bed with beige sheets, a small couch to watch TV, its own bathroom and a large empty closet. I dropped my backpack on the small white couch and headed for bed. Before I could throw myself out of exhaustion, I noticed a Victoria's Secret bag at the foot of the bed. My eyes widened as I realized the real reason Sukuna wanted me to come to his house.
“That fucker is planning to fuck me tonight!” I exclaimed, offended.
I couldn't believe it, I was really stupid for thinking that Sukuna wanted to protect me. I had escaped from the Zenin just to face a Ryomen. I am so naive for thinking he was different, but he was just another disgusting man who can't see women as equals. I really wanted him to be different. He only fucked me twice, and he already assumes he can do it whenever he wants. I wasn't going to let him.
I took the things out of the bag to throw it in the trash, but stopped when I saw that it wasn't lingerie, it was a full set of satin pajamas. White pajamas with pink stripes in my size. I covered my face with it from embarrassment. I had misjudged Sukuna, he sure bought me pajamas after I fell asleep naked in his bed the night before. I took off my clothes to put on the soft and comfortable pajamas, they fit me like a glove. I smiled like a fool when I saw myself in the mirror.
“How cute…" I thought out loud before throwing myself on the bed comfortably.
Oh.
Quickly, I realized what I had said and stood still, staring at the white glitter ceiling. Did I just say Sukuna was cute? No, he couldn't be. He is a rude, selfish, impatient, serious, self-confident, independent, disciplined, strong, handsome, rich man... I couldn't fall in love with him. I was his trainer, his co-worker. I couldn't like him because he has an amazing body, takes care of me even if he doesn't want to admit it, and kisses me like no one else ever has, right? Right?!
Oh.
I was in trouble.
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We Could Be A Family (Platonic Yandere Silco and Jinx)
I know a lot of you want to see new The Last of Us content, but I’ve been running out of ideas, and I want to write for something different. Please like, comment, and reblog if you enjoy.
The cold ground made your feet numb, regardless, you continued to walk. The streets were crowded, causing you to hug you bag closer to your chest, listening as the items clashed together. Your heart rate picked up as people ran into you, bowing your head in fear when they yell at you. Rushing through the congested streets of Zaun, you focus in on your destination, The Last Drop.
Your small stature allows you to sneak past the bouncers with ease. The loud music and bright light overwhelm all your senses. You hug your bag, head swiveling left and right as you look for you buyer in the crowd of people. You stick close to the walls, hoping to blend into them, as you skim the dancers and drunks. After what feels like an eternity, you stop a rough looking man, covered in tattoos, with two women hugging his arms as he relaxed into the plush seat in the corner of the room. You take a deep breath, your nerves not calming as you stalk towards the man.
You said nothing as you dump your belongs onto the table, a mixture of illegal machine parts and a few capsules of shimmer. A vial rolls toward the man, causing him to pick it up and inspect it in between his large fingers. His eyes roll over to you, his gaze threatening.
“You’re a kid, huh?” The woman beside him look disgusted, your posture tense as he and his men continue to eye you. You have to drown out the blaring music in order to hear in fully, nodding once the words process in your brain. He snears, tossing the vial into the hands of one of his men. “Guess that’s why you’d didn’t want to meet up.” He motions for one of his men to come forward, him dropping a black briefcase into the table while pushing away some of the metal. He pulls out a wad of cash that looks small in comparison to the large influx of cash. Your head darts from side to side while he does so, feeling as though your interaction is being observed, however the loud music and the flood of people makes it difficult to see anything.
Your buyer waves the wad of catch in front of your face, impatiently. You move back to look at him, his face slowly filling with anger, only decreasing when you take the money from him, stuffing it inside your bag that you take off the table. You back up silently, your eyes locked on the man in front of you until your a safe distance away.
Once your far enough away, you pick up your face, avoiding the trash and drugs that litter the grounds. You contort your body to move past the wall of people. Your breath remains tight in your throat until your able to spot the exit. You rush forward, your other senses dulled due to the overpowering nature of the bar.
“Oof” you groan, you body hitting something solid. You eyes trail upward, meeting a cold face. Her sink was dark, but her eyes were darker, disgust covering her face. What shocked you more was the one metal arm she had, shimmer pumping through it. You knew this wasn’t one of your buyers lackeys, noted by how quiet the room became, even with the music blaring. The woman doesn’t say anything, just grabs your forearm and pulls you through the dance floor, the people parting like waves.
“Let me go.” You attempt to tug the arm out of her hold, but her strength is no match to yours. She leads you through a door and up stairs silently, the music of the bar becoming distant. Sweat roles down you face as you continue to struggle against the women’s hold, stopping once you crash into her body once again as she stops in front of a large door. It’s ornate, a stark contrast to the rest of rest of the bar, almost like you’ve been transported into another dimension.
She drags you forward as she knocks on the door, the sound reverberating around the hallway. From inside, you can hear someone welcoming her in. Your dragged forward once again as she enters the room, which is big, a large table and chair in the middle with a couch right in front of it. It’s dark, the only thing illuminating the room being a large circle window that surrounds the table. There’s a man sitting at the table who your unable to recognize smoking a cigar.
The woman pushes you forward deeper into the room, glaring back at her. “That will be all Sevika.” He says, the woman, Sevika you guess, leaving. You refused to say a word in fear for your life, the man's head falling to the side, examining you. Your posture was tense, your shoulders back in an attempt to make you seem large, but your large, baggy clothing were working against you. The man slowly takes the cigar out of his mouth, blowing a puff of smoke in your direction.
"So, you're the one who's been taking my supply." His voice was groggily, which matches his sharp face. There was a large scar that ran down the side of his face and one of his eyes was a mixture of black and orange. You cough at the cigar smoke, unable to answer his question, which causes him to role his eyes and fall back into his seat. From his relaxed position, he eyes you. Your small, weak, but that isn't uncommon for a child living in the Lanes. What is uncommon, is for a child like you to be able to take shimmer from him. He's almost impressed if it wasn't for the loss of income that came from your sceams.
"I honestly thought you were smarter" he says with mock sympathy, waving his cigar around. He watches as you go from standoffish, to surprised, to unamused in seconds, chuckling slightly at your childlike behavior. "Selling my own product in my bar." He takes a puff "stupid decision." He breaths it out. You wave away the smoke, anger covering your face. Before you could even speak, the man was continuing his tirade.
"You know though, I could use someone of your expertise." He looks you in the eyes, resting his head in his hands leisurely.
"What does that mean?" You question. His eyes widen at your words, surprised to hear you talk. He quickly masks his shock, replacing it with blank face. He stamps out the rest of his cigar on the ashtray on his desk.
"I give you jobs, you do them." That doesn't explain much, you think while raising your eyebrows. "In return, I'll give you a place to sleep, food to eat, an income." It sounds too good to be true. You eye him while as he stands up and leans on the side of his desk.
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"You can't." He answers.
You think of your other options. Constantly stealing shimmer, selling it to others, and putting your life on the line to get barely anything in turn. You think of your parents, who died before you could even remember their faces. You think of your home, the Lanes, which does not care if you live or die, and it you truly realize you have no other choices.
"Okay... fine." You respond. He man steps forward and puts out his hand to shake.
"Good." You shake his cold hand.
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It's been around six months since you made a deal with the famous chem-baron Silco. At the time, you didn't really know what your agreement had entail. You originally though you would just steal from local shops in the lanes. Instead, you find yourself on the Topside most days, stealing from mostly the academy.
You met Jinx a few days after you teamed up with Silco. She was very shy, which made it hard to befriend her when you were also very shy. As you continued to spend time at The Last Drop, your friendship blossomed. She shyness was just a façade for she talkative nature, often talking about the most random things. Through this, you found out that you were a year older than her, making her twelve years old. She loved to show you her bombs, and while you were kind of scared, she always promised to be careful around you.
Jinx loved hanging out with you and always begged Silco make you work less.
Silco, however, did not like his daughter associating with you. You were a worker, replaceable. You were not meant to be socializing with Jinx, you were to do your job and stay away from them. For the most part, Jinx was smart about keeping you away from Silco when you were hanging out with you, but she couldn't account for everything, and one day when Jinx wanted you to sleep over, shit hit the fan.
"Look, look!" Jinx pushes a robotic monkey into your lab. It was covered in pink and blue marker, almost staining your hands. It claps its hands, small musical sounds coming from it. You give her a small smile, which she squeals in joy at. She takes the robot back, looking around for another.
"Just wait I have a better one." She gets on her hands and knees and begins to look underneath her bed. You smile and her goofy antics, it slowly dropping as you hear stomping heading towards her room. Silco was coming.
"Jinx, I need to go." You face darts from her and the door. Jinx sits up, a deep frown etched onto her face. "Your dads going to be upset." She waddles over to you on her knees, hugging you in attempt to keep you in place.
"It's fine, don't worry." She says, giggling, not acknowledging the situation. You try to break away from her, receiving a whine in response.
The door burst open, revealing a very angry Silco. His fists are clenched at the sight of you with Jinx. Once you break away from her, you rush back, trying to leave the room.
"I'm so sor-"
"Be quiet." He interrupts. Jinx stands up, blocking you from her father.
"Leave them alone!" She cries, Silco ignoring her as he grabs your forearm, dragging out of the room towards into the hallway.
"You have one rule." He snarls. His grip on your arm hurts.
"I know." Your voice wavers.
"Then why do you repeatedly disregard it?" He belts, turning towards you to raise his eyebrows. You don't know what to say, tears falling from your eyes.
"I'm sorry." You whisper. He sneers, rolling his eyes, pushing you back in disgust.
"You have no right to cry." He grips your chin, pushing your face towards him, "You are not her sister. You are nothing." He pushes you back again. "If I see you with her again, I will kill you." He declares. "Now leave." You don't think twice, finding your way to your makeshift room, crying yourself to sleep.
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Silco is scared of you.
He doesn't know why. He just knows he is.
He is afraid of you taking Jinx from him. He sees how happy you make her, and his heart warms, something which should not be happening.
Jinx is his child, you are not. He should not feel happy when you and her bond. He should not feel proud when you successfully finish a job he gives you. He should not feel worried over your health, questioning whether or not you're eating enough. And he definitely should not feel enraged when he sees you hurt, wondering who dared hurt you.
Jinx is his child
You are not
He shouldn't forget that.
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After the clash with Silco, you have refused to interact with Jinx, and you only interact with Silco if you absolutely have to. He gives you a job, you do it, and you go into your room for the rest of the day.
Silco should be happy, you are leaving him and Jinx alone. But Jinx keeps asking about you, wondering where you are and if you're okay. Silco has to lie since he really doesn't know.
Silco also came to realize how much you mean to him. He doesn't want to admit it, but he likes being a father. He likes brushing Jinx's hair in the morning, he likes eating breakfast with her, and he likes knowing she's okay. He longs for that with you. He wants to wake you up in the morning, seeing you smile at a warm breakfast. He wants to gift you toys and books and watch as your eyes widen in awe. He wants to torture and kill any person who dares hurt you, even if in a way he caused it.
Silco has tried to fix your relationship, even mentioning one day that he will allow you and Jinx to remain friends, only receiving a small nod from you. He tries getting you to eat with him, but whenever you do its always silent, only talking when he does. He even gives you less jobs, but if he does, then you just stay in your room alone longer.
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Silco never fully processed how much you mean to him until you ask to leave.
"Excuse me?"
"I've made enough money to move Topside." You say blankly. "I want to leave."
Silco stares off into the distance, contemplating what you just said. He stands up slowly, gazing out of the window behind him. "You're willing to abandon everyone just to you can live a life of luxury." He nods to himself, eyeing you.
"I have no one Silco." You reply.
Silco walks closer to you, stopping once he's closer enough and cupping you face in his hands. You flinch away slightly, something Silco frowns at.
"You have me, Jinx." He holds, watching as your mouth opens slightly. You back away slightly, Silco's hand falling to his side.
"I'm not your kid Silco." You mutter. Moments like these made Silco forget you were a fifteen-year-old, you acted so adult.
"I know." He looks at the ground. "I know I've treated you poorly, you didn't deserve any of that." His voice is uncharacteristically small. "I can't change the past, but I can be there for you." You back hits the door, which you realize it locked.
"If you give me the chance, we can be a family."
A/n: hope you enjoy, please feel free to tell me if you want more.
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Hey! I love your fanfics! (Especially your arcane and caitvi one's I think their adorable) and I thought I maybe could ask for a parttwo to your jinx x reader fanfic ("your a fun one aren't cha?" Is the one am talking about, it's probably my favorite fanfic so far)-? And have jinx slowly catch a bit of feelings-? And some flirting headcanons would be cute as well!
I have no clue when a part two is coming, but I already have an idea for that whenever I do get around to posting. That being saiddd, I am more than willing to do flirt Jinx headcanons for you! Enjoy!
Wrapped around a Pinky Finger | Jinx Headcanons
╰┈➤ PLOT: Flirty Jinx Headcanons!
╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Flirting, Suggestive Content(?), No Use of Y/n, Not Proofread, Lowkey Lowercase Intended
⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ
– Jinx LOVES to look at you with wide doe eyes, a pout, and her hands behind her back.
– It was a signature move Powder used to use with Vi or Vander when she got in trouble. She knew the two couldn't say no to her chubby cheeks and bright eyes, so as she got older (and lost contact with them) she decided to use Powder's "power" for Jinx's own personal gain.
– Jinx also loves to add an extra raspiness to her voice when she feels like being extra mischievous with her flirts.
– She'll get all close to your ear, put her chest to yours, and whisper pet names or pickup lines with that extra raspy voice of hers
– Now, her pickup lines are a bit... unusual, but you have such a big crush on her (simp), they work regardless
– The most ridiculous line she said was something about a doll, tomato, and mercury???
– Where in the hell did she get mercury and why is she talking sexily about a tomato?!
– In regards to more physical flirts, Jinx loves to push herself against you.
– I mentioned earlier that she loves to push her chest up against yours, but she will also walk you into a wall or a corner just to make sure "you can't get away".
– if you're the easily flustered type, she finds it kinda hot watching you squirm as she backs you into a wall
– if you're not as easily flustered, she'd find your smirks, cocky smiles, and rebuttals equally as hot. In fact, she would push the extra mile just to finally see you crack.
– Jinx likes to think she's also hard to make flustered, but she's easy to make giddy
– if you talk to her about her special interests, give her a space to be her authentic self, and sprinkle a little bit of praise here and there, she will literally look at you with a sparkle in her eyes
– OH Jinx also loves to tease. But I think that's a given
– she always catches you staring at her while she has her welding mask on. It's like she has a sixth sense for those sorts of things
– when she catches you, she'll be like: "you're staring. what? do i really look that attractive while working?"
– you'll try to claim that you aren't, but she would smirk underneath her mask as she continues to work.
– if nail grazes make you squirm, trust Jinx will always be grazing her nails along her skin.
– She loves long nails and trying different colors anyway, so the fact that using her nails as another way to get her partner flustered is just a plus
– she would drag them up and down your back and arm. She would draw circles and swirls on the palm of your hand just to see your fingers twitch and curl from the gesture.
– whenever you guys are laying in bed, she would drag her nails up the delicate sides of your stomach and trail them down to your navel. using a claw hand, she would graze her nails up and down your stomach.
– obviously you would try to shrug her off or tell her to go to bed, but she would just grin and be like, "what? I'm not doing anything."
– she would giggle mischievously into your ear immediately after and all you can do is ignore her. or really push that you don't want her nails to be messing with you and then she'll back off.
– that is literally all i got LMAOAOAO.
WC: 589
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stranger’s in the dark // jinx
warning: nothing like some soul crushing angst
pairing: jinx x fem reader
a/n: i apologize for how long this took me, i began it a little while ago but it’s been hard trying to find time to write— nevertheless thank you for the request :)
she wasn’t there, maybe in body but not mind—and if jinx tried hard enough she could nearly convince herself of it. she searched for indications of reality, anything that clearly solidified her presence at that moment in time. the pale, cold hands draped at the sides of her thighs, and the frenzied strands of blue that clung to her forehead were indeed hers— but they didn’t feel like it. she couldn’t truly register anything, not the tension that pervaded the atmosphere like dozens of rabid dogs, or the hushed sobs that fell from your lips mere inches away. frankly, the only thing jinx was truly certain of was that she was angry and it rarely, if ever, panned out well.
she detested it— losing control. it was palpable, relentlessly ringing in her ears and simultaneously draining out all else. heat rose in her cheeks dousing them in a fiery crimson shade. the searing warmth spread to all parts of her body, manifesting itself in words, each laced with untamed malice that spilled from her tongue. jinx could register them, one by one they slipped from her mouth— wrapped in more fervor than the next. the emotions were blinding, clashing, and contradicting with every turn. distorted images of your face, fatigued and demoralized crept into the corners of her vision, practically tormenting her.
despite it all you reached for her, desperately trying to reel your girlfriend back in. you cupped her face in your hands, rubbing your thumb along the soft skin as you suppressed your own tears. she wanted to stop, every bone in her trembling body urged her to— but the words were coming out faster than she could fathom.
“it’s all your fucking fault.” the phrase stung, burning red and hot like the corners of jinx’s eyes. eventually branding a bottomless black hole into the center of your heart. her eyelids twitched from the lack of restraint that swarmed her, and it went against every fiber of her being.
these weren’t her words.
“you don’t mean that,” you shook your head furiously, “i know you don’t— please just talk to me.” against your better judgment you succumbed to the scorching tears that burned the rims of your eyes, leaving them stained and scarlet red. you clung to her, pressing the palms of your hands to her face. the numbness set in, locking your fingers into place in spite of your adamance to keep them there.
she refused to look at you, and when she did it was paralyzing and distant. even the slightest glare sent shivers up your spine and it wasn’t something you’d experienced before. it was uncertainty. amplified by the notion that the person you loved was utterly unrecognizable.
“jinx look at me…. don’t do this,” your voice was small and meager in comparison to her presence. jinx stood bold and firm— even in her weakest moments. but you? you mirrored that of a mouse. a tiny, trembling rodent— one that cowered in the shadow of the very person that claimed to love you. your relationship hadn’t begun this way, and neither of you could have foreseen it spiraling like this.
but now that you’re here?
there was no reversing it.
jinx reached for your hands, cupping her palms over them. the contact was cold and distant but it sparked an ounce of hope inside you. her eyes flickered up, normally they were a deep, infectious cerulean blue. the very things that seemed to calm you, even in the most heated arguments. however this time it was different— they were different. her pupils were dilated, surrounded by an icy sapphire haze that penetrated you. her gaze diminished any semblance of hope or comfort from arising. rather it was replaced by anguish and a deep-rooted sense of melancholy that you feared— the two of you would never come back from this.
she closed the gap between you two, easing your fingers from her face. budding tension filled the air making it even more difficult to take a breath. rapidly your heart pounded against your chest, pumping with even more force as jinx smiled— the corners of her lips pulling into a menacing grin narrowly disguising the sorrow underneath it.
her lips brushed along the top of your ear as she leaned forward whispering, “i never wanna see you again.”
your knees buckled under the weight of your body. it became taxing to stand upright and you were sure if it wasn’t for jinx's body against yours, you would’ve collapsed. she spoke with such anger like it had been stirring inside of her forever, searing its way through and clawing at her sanity. jinx’s skin felt foreign, she almost didn’t recognize it herself. she was being carved out from the inside, into the shell of a dry husk plagued by bitterness and regret. at that moment there wasn’t enough fight left in her to stop herself from uttering the very words that would deliver the final blow to your bittersweet relationship.
“you’re dead to me.”
she unraveled her hands from yours putting as much distance between the two of you as possible. tears stained her cheeks but she had no shame in letting them fall. in a way she was grateful for them— they obscured her vision. preventing her from truly being able to see the damage she’d done. before her you morphed into a faceless figure, frozen into place. your mind was set ablaze with memories of you and jinx burning at the forefront. desperately you wanted to cling to them, scarring yourself in the process. but there was nothing to salvage.
there was nothing for you here.
you swallowed the large budding knot at the surface, gathering the shattered pieces of your dignity and lingering faith in jinx. each step felt heavier and more dreadful than the next but you refused to turn back.
“you’ll come back,” jinx whispered as you pushed past her, “you always do.”
she stood by dazed, but it was too late to take it back. there’d been many arguments, only a few of this magnitude. yet there was only one in which jinx had spat on the entirety of your existence. this wasn’t the first time you’d walked away. any other day she wouldn’t have batted an eye— but the ache that sat upon your shoulders, emitting from across the room was enough to spark seeds of doubt. she tried to extinguish it, piecing together hundreds of poor excuses.
you needed time. time to think and clear your mind.
the air inside was suffocating— terrible for thinking.
each one paled in comparison to the next. but as more time passed by they were all jinx had to cling to. obsessively latching onto just about every scenario that pervaded her thoughts. she needed to believe it, she needed to convince herself.
however, not enough convincing could distract jinx from reality. you didn’t return that night or the next. soon the waiting culminated into long weeks, accompanied by radio silence. she woke up, praying that she’d see your face— anything to remove that image she was stuck with. she wanted to touch you, kiss you, hell even get down on her knees if necessary. jinx would’ve done anything to take that night back. despite this she woke up alone and exhausted, growing bitter as time inched by.
months had come and gone since jinx had last seen you. contrary to popular belief heartache wasn’t healed over time. it was replaced by an endless void that grew until it was rotting and blackened. the space sat at the center of jinx’s heart, and rather than working to heal it, she just found ways to numb the vessel. yet the most convenient coping mechanism arose in an endless cycle of drinking— and inventing. thus most nights she was out scouting for pieces in the form of old rubble. before stopping by the last drop to wash away her sorrows, and on this dull night it was absolutely no different.
the air reeked of gasoline— so jinx knew she was on the right track. all she needed was gas, a small amount to complete the final part of her new invention. she’d spent most of the day roaming the streets until she’d come across an old engine. without a moment of hesitation, she snatched it from the junkyard, setting off toward the last drop. it was a prime environment for distractions, preventing her mind from lingering elsewhere.
loud music boomed through the bar as she sauntered in with a cheeky grin plastered on her face. she took the first open seat at the counter, gesturing towards the bartender. the man slipped a light blue drink her way, watching as she chugged it down in one gulp. although alarming, it had almost become routine for jinx. the harsh taste and burning sensation that filled her throat didn’t even seem to phase her.
“feast your eyes on this beauty,” she exclaimed plopping the engine out in front of her. jinx’s veins pumped with adrenaline as she fidgeted against the wood, sliding the drink back.the bartender’s eyes flickered between giddy jinx and the drink before lifting the pitcher, and refilling her cup to the brim.
“whatcha got there?”
she took a long sip of the drink smacking her lips together, “this my friend is the solution to all of my problems.” in more ways than one it wasn’t really an exaggeration. absolutely nothing beat the rush that jinx got from creating. it was something that only she could control— and it sure as hell wouldn’t leave her.
she began taking apart the engine, setting aside the pieces she needed. her eyes were bloodshot and her body was way beyond tired yet she refused to succumb to the exhaustion— once she fell asleep there was no telling what images she’d have the pleasure of revisiting in a nightmare. hence she worked tirelessly until her fingers were numb, but even then she shot back another glass, stepping outside for some fresh air.
the moon was full, casting a white haze over all the nearby properties. small stars nestled into the clouds revealing themselves in rare glances that mesmerized jinx. the scene was beautiful but she couldn’t help but frown. she hated somber moments like these, it left her remembering and yearning for something that she no longer had. she constantly found you in everything and it only forced the void in her heart to fester. jinx felt like she was in a dream. one where she could almost hear your voice, reminiscing in the way it filled her ears so sweetly. she’d dreamed of it several times but it felt so different now. it felt real.
in the distance jinx saw two figures, although she couldn’t make out their faces, one of them felt so familiar. laughter traveled from the couple to her— and it was unmistakably you. jinx couldn’t have made it up if she tried. she knew your laugh, she knew the way it sounded better than you did. it was infectious just like it was the last time she’d heard it. the sound nearly sent the drink flying from jinx’s grasp. despite the pestering voice that urged her not to, her legs carried her further.
you stood next to a figure— one that she’d never seen before. the woman’s hand slipped into yours as you leaned closer nuzzling into her side. she wrapped her free arm around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. jinx’s stomach turned, contorting into a large knot that tightened the longer she watched. she wanted to call out but once again she was speechless, subject to the very emotions that pulled the two of you apart.
she’d never considered the possibility that you’d moved on. jinx had always hoped that some way— somehow you’d find your way back to her. and that maybe you were struggling too, grappling with restless nights and the memories of what you once were together. but seeing it— seeing you now, it changed everything. you weren’t a slave to your emotions, you were coping just fine and falling in love with someone new in the process. thus there was no gray area, you weren’t coming back and there was nothing she could do.
the two of you continued walking, diminishing the distance between you and jinx with each step. however, you didn’t recognize her until you were just a few feet away. jinx’s eyes were sunken and bloodshot, she was paler than ever, and if you hadn’t known better you would’ve mistook her for a ghost. she looked nothing like the radiant girl you’d once fallen for— she was a stranger.
for a brief moment, your eyes met hers. you didn’t know what you were searching for. maybe remnants of your old lover, indications that she was still there. but alas you were met with nothing, not even the slightest reminder. jinx’s eyes were cold and unfamiliar. yet this sentiment wasn’t exclusive to you. she too found herself searching, desperately scouring for the person you once were in her gaze. but there was nothing to be found— you were a stranger.
“who’s that?” your girlfriend whispered, glancing back at jinx. you snuck one last look at her frail frame, relinquishing yourself of any guilt and attachment towards her. the person you’d once loved had morphed into an unknown figure before your eyes, thus there was no need for them anymore.
you turned back toward your girlfriend, placing a small kiss on the underside of her jaw as you cooed, “no one important, let’s go.”
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Me when a longfic that I've been following finally ends:
#fanfiction#shitpost#ghostflower#timebomb#my boy savior ended and i don't know what to do with myself#shipping#ao3 fanfic#gwiles#jinx x ekko#ekko x jinx#my boy savior
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Fandom: Arcane
Sample Size: 15,017
Source: AO3
#vi#caitlyn#jinx#viktor#jayce#silco#ekko#sevika#vander#mel#mel medarda#arcane#fanfiction#ao3#statistics#phantom statistician
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Being taken in by Silco (Headcannons)
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Silco would take you in around the same time as jinx, seeing you as a troubled child and seeing the potential in you
He would treat you both fairly, as his own children. Making sure you were well taken care of
As you got older, he'd give you more freedom. Letting you outside as long as you and jinx stay together
Jinx was the crafty one, you were more street smart and better with plan making.
Silco would keep you in charge of his patrols, valuing your skill set over sevikas.
Silco trusts you more to take care of things over jinx, for obvious reasons, so you ended up being his right hand person.
Jinx sees you as a sibling, helping her to get over her issues with Violet.
The two of you would draw pictures together, and tell each other bed time stories to sooth your night terrors.
Jinx would wake up sweating a lot when she was younger, sneaking into your bed for comfort.
As you got older, you stayed close. Jinx coming to you when she had bad thoughts.
She often asked for your ideas on her projects, for validation mainly.
Jinx needed your thoughts on everything she did to make sure it wasn't crazy.
Silco struggled to "Parent" Jinx when she was younger, so he would leave it to you because she listened to you.
Sevika isn't fond of either of you, but she isn't really fond of anyone.
This is because she begrudgingly became your aunt when you were kids, being put into her care when Silco wasn't around.
She felt unfit to the task, so she convinced herself she didn't care about your wellbeing so that if she messed up, she wouldn't care as much
She now doesn't like you because Silco prefers you over her. Which isn't good for her name
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bathing with viktor/jayce
a/n: my uterus feels like it’s going through a laffy taffy machine and i want this surgery done as soon as possible
warnings: semi-nsfw
viktor
🕷️ very reluctant to shower with you at first
🕷️ viktor has to sit down while showering because of his leg so he has one of those shower chairs
🕷️ same viktor
🕷️ when he truly became comfortable in the relationship, he was willing to shower with you
🕷️ a part of him was embarrassed and a little ashamed when you saw it because he tries so hard to make his limp unnoticeable despite his cane
🕷️ this is because viktor isn’t in the undercity anymore, he’s in piltover where image means everything
🕷️ you didn’t take notice of it, as if you didn’t care, which you didn’t
🕷️ you simply just started to undress while waiting for viktor to do the same
🕷️ viktor prefers warm showers instead of hot showers because he can get a little dizzy
🕷️ although the shower is small, you both make it work
🕷️ viktor knew he liked having his hair played with but having you wash it felt different, more intimate and he loved it
🕷️ keeps his hands on your waist the entire time, unable to help himself from looking at your body as if it was some piece of art that was just for him
🕷️ he’s practically a marionette, letting you move his arms this way and that
jayce
🕷️ it’s not a bath, it’s a fucking sauna
🕷️ and not only do i mean that by it’s fucking huge but the water is so hot you can barely breathe and every window and mirror is fogged up
🕷️ of course being a council member, jayce has jets in his tub
🕷️ he likes to have you sit on his lap while you wash his hair
🕷️ he has stupid yet cute grin on his face using his body wash to clean your back
🕷️ the man likes being pampered so he closes his eyes feeling your hands move across his body
🕷️ he’s usually feeling frisky while you two are bathing so you feel a gentle bite on the neck or shoulder as he’s washing your back
🕷️ depending on how you react is the direction on where the friskiness goes ifykwim
🕷️ has really soft bath robes that you use after getting out of the bath
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