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sleeplessdove · 2 months ago

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— 4ÆM

♡ perv!roommate! jinx x fem! reader

synopsis: shimmer & scissoring

a/n: something short i wrote cus i have jinx brainrot …

warnings: HEAVY THEMES ! PROCEED WITH CAUTION — wildly gross and insane jinx, somnophilia, manipulation, drug use (shimmer), aggression, r! gets pinned down, coercion, sweet talking, dubious consent to mild consent (?), dry humping, scissoring, squirting, pet names, dirty talk, do NOT become this mfs roommate, not proofread, licking of tears lol, dacraphylia, crying, begging, and lots more so TAKE THESE WARNINGS SERIOUSLY !!!!!!!

wc: 2k

Fragments of words fill your mind, broken up by wanton moans and breaths. Even in the midst of a dream, you can tell your peace is being disturbed.

Your emotions are reflected by your furrowing brows, your real body having a more physical reaction to the sudden sounds. You desperately try to cling to your unconscious mind but you are ripped away from your slumber as a particularly loud moan startles you awake.

Your heart hammers against your chest as you feel heavy pressure against your torso— as if someone were on top of you. The fear floods your body and in an instant, you are squirming and pleading for your life.

“Please, please, get off!” you cry in a shrill voice, your eyes unable to make out who the perpetrator is due to how dark it is inside your room. You were just about to scream as loud as you could, but a cold hand clamps over your mouth before you even get the chance.

Your cries are muffled and you’re finally able to see two magenta glowing eyes, a madness swirling within them that you instantly recognize.

Thank god, you think to yourself. It’s just Jinx, you continue in your mind, relaxing slightly at the realization that it was simply your roommate. She had snuck into your room plenty of times in the middle of the night, claiming that she couldn’t sleep without you, which was a stupid excuse but you could never say no to her.

But just as you convince yourself that you aren’t in any danger, you realize that there’s pressure on your wrists. She’s making it impossible for you to move and before you can begin to fight back, you feel it.

The rapid, incessant movement of her hips against your own. You can feel how wet she is even though both of you still have panties on, the damp patch soaking into your own underwear with each movement. With every firm movement she makes, you can hear pleased high pitched moans falling from her lips.

“You should’ve just— fuck… nonono, this is wrong, you should’ve stayed asleep” she whimpers, her voice somewhere between excitement and anger. You were messing up her whole plan, as she couldn’t focus on rutting against you like a bitch in heat when you were actively trying to fight her off.

You’re confused and beyond scared, as Jinx had never shown this side of herself. Even with her shimmer addiction, she had always made sure that you were safe from her. It was obvious things had changed, as you now lay beneath her completely at her mercy.

Out of sheer panic, you bite her hand that has been keeping your mouth covered, eliciting a displeased curse from her before she yanks her hand away from your face. Her hips had finally stopped rolling against yours but now that both her hands were available, she pins your wrists down with swift ease.

You have never doubted Jinx’s strength but the shimmer seems to make her every move appear effortless. It’s all too overwhelming, your half asleep mind left reeling as you try to process the situation at hand.

“Don’t fucking try that again” she spits, uncaring of your pained whimpers as she digs her nails into the soft skin of your wrist. You can feel the anger radiating off of her in waves, her brows furrowing with frustration since she had her orgasm ruined.

But when she stares down at you and sees your eyes wide and doe like with tears streaming down your cheeks, she feels a slight pang in her heart that appeals to her better nature.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’m so sorry, toots” she coos, her knee pinning your legs down so that you could barely squirm underneath her. “I’ve just been missing your pretty little face so much” she coos, thankful for the nightlight that was on your nightstand because it allowed her to take in your distraught features.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, you know I’d never ever do that” she continues on, her hips still twitching in the slightest from the loss of contact. “You know that, right?” she questions, her tone growing more agitated due to your silence.

You’re frustrated with her beyond words, as she refused to let you move a single inch without her permission. So you shake your head in retaliation, unsure of what your response is supposed to mean, as you’re simply doing it to get under her skin.

Jinx scoffs at your defiant attitude, her face mere inches from yours as she begins to speak. “No? No, what? You don’t even know, do you? Stupid fucking girl” she seethes, tired of playing the waiting game with you.

She had never been patient, and it shows now more than ever as she slots herself back between your legs so her panty clad brushes against your own in the slightest. The sudden touch pulls a hesitant moan from your lips, but you make a vain attempt to close your thighs.

It’s useless really, as you are no match for Jinx when she has her mind set on something. “I’m not stupid, n’ you’re being gross!” you accuse in a sleepy tone. You had grown accustomed to how odd Jinx was for the most part, which is why you made a conscious effort to avoid her most times. Even if she was sweet to you, it was moments like this that showed what she was truly capable of.

“Gross? You think me trying to show you affection is gross?” she asks in a faux wounded tone, her grip on your wrists loosening until it’s completely gone. Even if you know she is faking her pain, it leaves you heartbroken to hear the slight crack in her voice.

When she pulls away her touch from you, you feel as if she is giving up on you and that is simply unbearable. “Not gross… just—“ you begin, unsure of how to even finish your statement because your mind is screaming at you to find something to relieve the ache between your thighs.

“You just scared me, m’ sorry” you whisper, all the fear and sorrow crashing into you at once. You’re in tears beneath her, no longer fighting back or making any effort to move out from underneath her.

The sight of you sobbing, in such distress at the loss of her touch only adds to the ecstasy Jinx is experiencing. “I know you’re sorry, I know. I bet you missed me while you were busy avoiding me these last few months, hm? Were you thinking about me, baby?” she coos, placing her hand on your hips and rubbing them in slow circles as if they were magic 8-balls that held all the answers Jinx was seeking out.

You can barely nod your head in your fit of tears but she doesn’t seem to mind at all, her clit pulsing with excitement just from seeing you so broken down and willing. “I knew you didn’t mean to break my heart like that” she sighs, her fingers swiftly moving upwards to trace the lace of your panties.

The only thing that seems to snap you out of your daze is when you feel Jinx repositioning you so that she can slip off your panties. You instinctively tug them back up, only for a sharp smack to sound through the room as Jinx slaps you without a second thought.

“Do that again and I’ll fucking knock you out, got it? If you’re so desperate to say sorry, you’ll let me use this little cunt to get myself off” she threatens, knowing you’ll likely have a painful bruise blossoming onto your skin within a few hours.

The hit leaves you dizzy, your cheek tingling from the sharp connection of skin. But it leaves you with a floaty feeling, a strange calmness falling over you as you watch her pull her own underwear down her thighs.

“M’ sorry” you babble, your words slurring in the slightest as a comfortable daze makes everything around you feel as if it were perfect. Jinx couldn’t care less about your admission, far too focused on the way you were finally being pliant for her.

“All that crying, n’ for what?! Look at how wet you are for me, filthy little thing” she states playfully, a manic grin spreading onto her lips before she finally lets her pussy glide against your own.

It’s as if she’s riding you, sloppy bounces mixed with relentless grinding as she tries to keep her clit pressed against yours. “Fuuuuuck, s’ even better when you’re awake” she giggles with pure excitement as she watches your features twist with pleasure.

You can’t help but move her hips against her, your own frantic movements seeming to heighten the pleasure for both of you. “Can’t believe you made me hit you, you’re so mean” she chastises, wanting to remind you of your sins against her just because she can’t get enough of your tears.

The accusation makes you hiccup, fresh tears welling in your eyes before they begin to stream down your skin once more, akin to a raging river. “I didn’t mean it, I was just… I just love you” you plead in a fucked out voice, broken up moans tumbling from your lips as you feel Jinx’s sloppy pussy rubbing against your own, disgusting squelching sounding throughout the room.

Your half asleep confession of love sends her into a fit of pleased giggles, her relentless grinding never once ceasing as she chases her own pleasure. “Awh, yeah? You love your roommate so much that you’d let her do anything huh?” she asks, her laughs doubling as you frantically nod your head.

In the midst of her joy, she leans down ever so carefully to messily lap at your tears with her pink tongue. It starts with little kitten licks before she flattens her tongue, licking your salty tears away greedily. She is completely out of it, a maniac on the loose and you’re her cherished victim.

She’s unsure if it’s the taste of your tears or the way she can feel your little hole clenching against her, but she is cumming with little to no warning. “Gonna fuckin’ cum on your cunt” she grunts, crashing her lips into yours only to begin seeking out your tongue instantly.

Jinx could feel your inexperience through the kiss but it only turns her on more, her own tongue sucking on yours as she finally gets the orgasm she has been seeking out all night.

Your moans are completely muffled as she ruts against you, a dripping warmth splashing between the two of you as she squirts against your pussy. It’s beyond messy, the realization that you had brought her this much pleasure seeming to push you over the edge.

You finish with her, trembling beneath her strong hands as you weakly moan her name. It’s a form of pleasure that leaves you feeling guilty, yet completely satisfied. There was no reason to take pleasure in being used and abused, yet you can’t stop a small grin from creeping onto your lips as you look up at her.

She’s panting, her glowing eyes dimming a bit as her high starts to fade out a bit. She glances down to see where the two of you are connected, a lazy smile on her lips as she leans down to give you a quick kiss.

“See how easy it is to be good for me?” she whispers, her voice still laced with anxious excitement. You only nod timidly in response, exhaustion consuming your body. Strings of arousal connect your cunt to her own as she pulls away, though neither of you seem to mind as she collapses beside you.

Jinx throws her arm over your waist and nuzzles her nose against your neck, inhaling your warm scent. “Don’t ever try to avoid me again, or I’ll make you sorry” she whispers, her voice so sweet that you almost don’t catch the lingering threat.

But you heed her warning this time, as you have learned that she is more than willing to push your limits. You can only pray that her punishments feel this good every single time.

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fortunxa · 3 months ago

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streamer!Jinx (x reader) / modern AU (duh)

H E A D C A N O N S

—INCLUDES!

➤ x (fem!)reader

➤ x streamer!reader

contents: like one or two suggestive mentions, mentions of doxxing

author's note: chat!! @myrruwrites has officially motivated me to finish this draft, so PLEASE go check out their streamer!Jinx posts (more hcs here and fic here)!!! or really any post in general :P

── ⟢ streamer!Jinx in general

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who started streaming just for fun, not thinking much of it, and gets overwhelmed when her account starts gaining traction. She still doesn’t know if she likes it or not. Some days, she feels on top of the world; on others, it just makes her feel awkward.

⭑.ᐟ She mostly streams in her pajamas or other comfy clothes. On rare occasions, she’s wearing her rave outfit (smudged makeup, body paint, and all) because she didn’t change when she got back home and impulsively decided to stream. (rave girl!Jinx when?)

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who’s canceled every other week. She has no filter, nor does she care. She continues streaming, groaning loudly in annoyance if the chat brings up her latest controversy one too many times.

⭑.ᐟ Constantly arguing with kids if they annoy her. It was so over the moment Roblox added the mic feature. Her account almost got banned. She still does not care.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who gets hilariously pouty at hate comments. She’s offended and does a bad job at hiding it.

– “Okay, so like… what IS wrong with my pants? Just out of curiosity, not that I care or whatever.”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who knows she’s pretty but gets annoyed if someone comments on her appearance. It weirds her out. On the other hand, she’s also oblivious to how attractive she looks doing mundane things. (*cough* manspreading *cough*)

⭑.ᐟ She bans people on the spot for causing her the smallest of inconveniences. She’s on a power trip.

– “This is MY kingdom.”

⭑.ᐟ Her monitors are surrounded by post-it notes with random doodles, unfinished cryptic to-do lists, and stream ideas she quickly jotted down.

find a duck. real 1 this time

paint the thing spray paint purple 1st

buy more spray paint (green, pink, PURPLE)

get snacks (for her + me) + wires bolts

scope out the alley

test run #3

finish gift hehe

don’t forget to

⭑.ᐟ Contrary to popular belief, Jinx is a Redbull kind of girl, and her desk is proof of that. She used to be a Monster Energy fan, but she drank so much of it throughout the years that it made her sick.

⭑.ᐟ She constantly “improves” or “upgrades” her streaming gear with scraps from old tech. Some of it will be homemade, too.

⭑.ᐟ Her webcam is cracked, which makes the quality so shit that it brings a tear to her viewers’ eyes, so they beg her to get a proper one. She finally relents.

– “Here, damn. You guys are so spoiled. Now pay up since y’all wanted it so bad.”

‘omg the world is healing’

‘feels like getting new glasses’

‘this is a moment in history’

⭑.ᐟ Her mic quality fluctuates. Sometimes, it’s crisp; sometimes, it picks up loud static due to her “improvements.” It also completely cuts off if she screams too loud.

⭑.ᐟ Any gear she buys will be automatically customized the Jinx way: doodles upon doodles and paint splatters.

⭑.ᐟ She has a soundboard that features sound effects like classic explosions, the vine boom sound, the Among Us role reveal, the FNAF hallway sound, “YIPPEEE!”, the snoring man, a laughing track, clown circus music, and the Samsung “Morning flower” alarm (cursed version) amongst many others.

⭑.ᐟ Her webcam is tilted at weird angles half the time because she keeps bumping it while moving around.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx whose wifi cuts out way too often, and she blames it on “the government trying to stop her chaos”.

⭑.ᐟ Her streams never start on time. She either doesn’t acknowledge it or gives an over-the-top excuse. Viewers think she’s lying when she says she had to diffuse the toaster (she’s not).

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who loves clickbait titles. Plot twist: no one knows if it’s actual clickbait or if she’s serious when she writes “strapping fireworks to my chair :D”.

⭑.ᐟ She either streams with every. single. one. of her neon lights on (flashbanging new viewers in the process) or have no light at all, with her monitor illuminating ONLY her face in a way that makes it look like a dark web livestream.

⭑.ᐟ She’s so inconsistent with her streaming that her viewers never know when and if she’ll stream again. She randomly stops updating on her socials, too.

‘guys i think this might be it for her’

‘ho is u dead???’

<livestream notification> “SURPRISE, LOSERS—I’m (a)live! Didn’t see that coming, huh?”

‘omg she’s back’

‘diva is alive!!!’

– “You doubted me? You DOUBTED ME?!”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who jumps between topics, games, and rants with no warning, leaving her viewers dizzy but entertained. Fans with ADHD love her.

⭑.ᐟ IF (by miracle) she runs out of things to talk about or gets bored with a game, she turns to her viewers.

– “Entertain me, jesters.”

⭑.ᐟ Her streams (suddenly) switch from hyperactive fun, where she’s practically bouncing in her chair, to intense focus, where she just glares at her screen with determination.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who pranks her chat constantly. She’ll cut the video feed to show a jumpscare, laughing in the background while her viewers are freaking out.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who pranks other streamers by sending her viewers over for a raid.

– “You just got jinxed!”

⭑.ᐟ Occasionally refers to her chat as the “Boom Crew” or “Jinxlings”.

⭑.ᐟ She reads the chat at lightning speed (most of the time she’ll misread it, too), responds to every third comment, and gets distracted mid-sentence.

⭑.ᐟ Her community is riddled with inside jokes like “press F for Sharky”. Sharky being her shark plushie, of course.

⭑.ᐟ Her mods barely keep up with the chaos in her chat. Occasionally, Jinx disables moderation completely and declares “anarchy hours.”

⭑.ᐟ She creates characters to embody on stream. “Sergeant Boom”, a gruff explosives expert, or “Miss Mayhem”, a villain plotting world domination. She commits to the bit so hard that she confuses new viewers.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who’s a sore loser, and it doesn’t help when the chat is roasting the shit out of her after. 10000% rage quits and/or slams her keyboard. But she’s not above cheating to win, either—will call other cheaters out, though, genuinely crashing out.

– “Chat, what the FUCK, that’s not fair! It totally lagged!”

– “I’m literally never playing this shit again.” (spoiler: she plays this shit again).

⭑.ᐟ Her IRL streams would be infamous for their unpredictability. One moment, she’s exploring back alleys, and the next, she’s setting off fireworks in a parking lot. Don’t ask if it’s empty.

“Popular streamer arrested for destruction of property.”

⭑.ᐟ She once took her viewers to one of her graffiti sessions and encouraged the audience to vote on the designs.

“Popular streamer arrested for spray painting ‘obscene’ graffiti.”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who disappears for a week after that, only to come back all pissy.

– “Chat, I’m on probation… I guess.”

⭑.ᐟ She has the most cursed keybinds imaginable. But hey, they work for her.

⭑.ᐟ “Jinx’s workshop”: a recurring segment where she tinkers with random gadgets on stream.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who sets off confetti after each bit/donation.

⭑.ᐟ She disappears mid-stream and comes back in a shark onesie. She doesn’t acknowledge it.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who puts her shark plushie in the middle of her chair if she has to take a break, leaving her headset on it.

– “Alright, Sharky’s taking over.” Sharky’s head is barely peeking out from under the desk, but he’s chill.

⭑.ᐟ For a girl as agile as her, she trips over her setup or falls off her chair a little too often. Yes, there is a compilation. Yes, she does react to it on stream and laughs so hard she tips her chair again.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who, every now and then, drops her chaotic persona to thank her viewers for their support only to laugh it off right after. Or she’ll surprise them with genuine insight/advice.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who starts venting in the middle of her stream. Sometimes, it’s pure angry nonsense; sometimes, she gets so emotional that she just suddenly ends the stream. She comes back some time later, acting like nothing happened and gaslighting her viewers into thinking it was part of a skit.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who announces every game dramatically. (yes, like that one scene with the monkey mic)

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who occasionally plays bootleg versions of popular games just to make her viewers suffer through them with her.

⭑.ᐟ She absolutely, 100%, modded her sims game. She also locked up sims in the basement and/or took the ladder from the pool.

⭑.ᐟ She plays Among Us just to leave the server if she doesn’t get impostor.

⭑.ᐟ Fortnite and Minecraft are her holy grail. Also enjoys Call of Duty, Overwatch, Apex Legends, Fall Guys, Garry’s Mod, and she’s an absolute menace in GTA V. Definitely a FNAF girl.

⭑.ᐟ Roblox?? Oh, she’s ON. Put her in the horror games. She’s screaming and laughing, bouncing on her chair (her energy’s infectious).

⭑.ᐟ She enjoys watching the fatalities in Mortal Kombat a little too much.

⭑.ᐟ She tried VR a few times and nearly took out her entire setup with how much she was flailing around.

⭑.ᐟ Don’t ask her to play choice-based games. She will intentionally choose the worst option possible just to watch it all burn.

⭑.ᐟ Absolutely hates narrative games (with few exceptions). She can’t keep up with the story (because she skips dialogues and cutscenes) and quits if the plot takes too long to develop. She never remembers the characters’ names either, so she’ll just rename them.

– “Blah, blah, blah… Boooooring. Next!” She then dramatically presses the skip button. “Wait, guys, who’s the dude again? I swear he looks sooo familiar.”

‘that’s the mc’s dad’

‘just put the fries in the bag…’

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who, despite the fact that she’s creative, has no official merch—only fan-made one with slogans like “I survived Jinx’s stream”.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who ends her streams by shooting finger guns at her webcam. The feed cuts off right after the “pew”.

BONUS: just gamer!Jinx who owns a Nintendo Switch and a Nintendo DS which she decorated with cute little stickers and charms. They’re her babies—she carries one or the other at all times.

── ⟢ streamer!Jinx x (fem!)reader

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who tried to keep your relationship private at first, but she just couldn’t contain her excitement. She wanted to show you off. She introduced you as her “partner in crime” and then corrected herself to “partner in love” (because she’s cheesy like that).

⭑.ᐟ She loves dragging you into her streams. It doesn’t matter what she’s doing. Bonus: the viewers adore your dynamic.

– “I’m just happier when she’s here.”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx whose chat spams “SUMMON THE GF”. Sometimes it works.

⭑.ᐟ The viewers asked her about you so much the first time you didn’t appear on stream with her that she ended up jokingly saying, “I got dumped.” They rioted, and you walked in to smack her upside the head.

⭑.ᐟ You try to warn her against some of her ideas. Most of the time, she goes through with them anyway and is 100% surprised when they backfire.

‘JINX NO’

‘LISTEN TO HER’

‘JINX DON’T DO THAT’

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who genuinely starts tweaking if you get any hate comments (to the point of wanting to dox people) (she did dox people).

⭑.ᐟ You mute her mic mid-sentence if you feel like she’s about to say something controversial that will inevitably get her in trouble.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who gets a second webcam just to capture your reactions. This also becomes a compilation, and she keeps rewatching it, giggling to herself (kicking her feet).

⭑.ᐟ She also randomly giggles at something off-camera—chat instantly assumes it’s because of you.

⭑.ᐟ She constantly talks/brags about you even when you’re not there, and she visibly lights up when she does. She makes chat say thank you for every act of service.

– “She made me pancakes before the stream. Chocolate chip ones. Take that, losers.”

– “She’s keeping me hydrated like a little plant. Say thank you, Jinxlings.”

– “She’s making me dinner after this stream. Wifey or what?”

⭑.ᐟ She also “complains” when you care about her health. She says you’re bullying her into it.

– “She told me to actually sleep last night. Can you believe that?”

– “She cut me some fruits. Even the grapes, for fuck’s sake! What am I, a toddler?” ….. “They’re good… I guess…”

⭑.ᐟ Going back to her having a soundboard, she uses the “YIPPEEE!” sound effect whenever you enter the room.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who gets easily distracted when you’re doing something off-camera.

– “Chat, did you see that? She’s so perfect, ugh.”

– “I literally just made the bed.”

‘she’s down bad’

‘u guys make me sick’

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who notices that you fell asleep off-camera, so she shushes her chat and tries to whisper for the rest of the stream. Cue her raging/cheering silently, biting her fist so she won’t scream.

⭑.ᐟ She casually flirts with you on stream.

– “Who needs a win streak when I already won at life, huh?”

– “How am I supposed to focus when you’re sitting there looking like that?”

‘ew’

‘get a room’

– “We have one. Guess what happens in it,” she just replies with a smug grin.

⭑.ᐟ No shame, no filter 2.0.

– “Stream’s late ‘cause I was in pound town.”

– “JINX!”

– “What? They’re the ones all up in our business.”

⭑.ᐟ Physical affection also doesn’t end when she’s streaming. If anything, it makes it even better for her when people are watching. She has you in her lap whenever she can, and she melts at every little peck you give her.

⭑.ᐟ She claims that you’re her stream mascot (other than Sharky, of course).

⭑.ᐟ She calls you her lucky charm and demands a good luck kiss before each match or boss fight. If you don’t give it to her (why would you do that? give the pretty girl a kiss), she will (jokingly) blame you if she loses.

⭑.ᐟ You will sometimes pick out fun outfits to wear on stream together, like themed costumes, matching accessories, or cosplays (and Jinx refuses to break character the entirety of the stream). You once dressed up as each other.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who tries to do a cute “heart hands” moment, but she gets distracted and ends up making a weird shape instead.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who constantly forgets to unmute herself after ranting to you off-camera.

‘ho is u muted’

‘UNMUTE’

‘is she muted or just broke her mic fr this time’

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who tries to impress you with ridiculous in-game stunts.

– “Babe, watch this!” She then proceeds to set off some explosives, blowing up her character in the process. “…That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

⭑.ᐟ She immediately turns to you for comfort when she rage quits.

⭑.ᐟ You step in to calm her down during an intense or frustrating gameplay, usually by playing with her hair or tracing patterns on her back.

– “Alright, chaos queen, deep breath. You got this.”

⭑.ᐟ You once changed Jinx’s sub alert to say, “SUBSCRIBE SO JINX CAN AFFORD A FUNCTIONING BRAIN.”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who made you one of her mods for a day. You nearly lost your mind. Safe to say you quit.

– “Babe, as much as I love you, this feels like running a daycare… if the daycare was on fire… and the kids had guns. Matter of fact, forget the daycare. This feels like the purge.”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who, instead of upgrading her setup, spends the money she gains on her projects or on spoiling you. She got you a Nintendo that matches hers with games like Animal Crossing for you to unwind.

⭑.ᐟ She texts you updates like “broke my keyboard again. love you!!!!!!!!!! :p”

⭑.ᐟ She takes pride in teaching you how to play some of her favorite games. It’s even better when she sees you making actual progress and gaining skills.

⭑.ᐟ Sometimes, you both forget obvious things in the game, resulting in chat calling you “dumb and dumber”.

‘birds of a feather flock together’

‘one brain cell between them’

‘i think they lost said brain cell’

⭑.ᐟ She loves it when you play competitive games together, but if you think she’s going easy on you, you’d be dead wrong. She will throw the blue shell at you in Mario Kart with no remorse.

⭑.ᐟ SOMETIMES, she lets you win but in the worst possible way (like jumping off the map dramatically).

⭑.ᐟ Playing It Takes Two together, and it’s an absolute shitshow (but at least it’s funny).

⭑.ᐟ You create in-game versions of each other in customization games, and she’s definitely made you both in The Sims. She even gave you cats.

⭑.ᐟ steamer!Jinx who once started a stream, forgetting you were in the other room waiting for her. You came in to get her, pouting.

‘L+ratio+forgotten gf’

‘jinx you’re a dick’

⭑.ᐟ Co-op cooking streams where Jinx inevitably burns something.

⭑.ᐟ Crafting stream!!! But Jinx accidentally glued her hand to something, so now you have to help her.

⭑.ᐟ Doing each other’s nails/makeup on stream or simply painting (on) one another.

⭑.ᐟ Chill streams (and by that I mean just sitting around and talking) are a rarity, and they only happen if you’re around. She dislikes personal questions during Q&A’s but absolutely loves answering those concerning your relationship (doesn’t necessarily answer truthfully, though. She loves making up crazy stories about how you both met; the audience is still unsure which version is true).

BONUS: the “do my hair and Q&A” hc by @myrruwrites lives in my head rent free. I repeat: go check out their post.

⭑.ᐟ She livestreams some of your road trips.

– “This is totally our couple adventure arc.”

⭑.ᐟ She once streamed her planning a surprise for you. You weren’t home when you got the stream notification, and you joined it, curious to see what she was up to. She was so lost in her own world that she didn’t notice you until the surprise was spoiled.

– “Hey, who snitched? Y’all suck.”

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who wakes you up in the middle of the night to share her stream content ideas.

⭑.ᐟ Or she wakes you up by playing too loudly, and you have to physically drag her to bed.

⭑.ᐟ She just lays across you like a cat on off-days while watching dumb videos.

⭑.ᐟ You both rewatch her funniest stream moments together before bed, laughing at all the dumb things she said and cheering loudly at her clutch wins.

⭑.ᐟ streamer!Jinx who signs off streams with a sly grin, saying, “Alright, I’m off to bother my girlfriend now”.

── ⟢ streamer!Jinx x streamer!reader

⭑.ᐟ Everyone knows you’re dating (no matter how much you tried to hide it at first), so you have a shared fanbase.

⭑.ᐟ Your streaming room is divided. It may seem like a bad idea considering the chaotic energy she brings to her streams, but she enjoys having you close by. You’re used to the noise anyway.

⭑.ᐟ Matching setups!!!!

⭑.ᐟ You make sure that Jinx has everything she needs before her stream, while she hypes you up before yours.

⭑.ᐟ Her crashing out in the background of your streams is such a recurring thing that it ends up becoming a meme.

⭑.ᐟ She once got caught humming softly to herself in the background of your stream which made the chat go absolutely wild.

‘JINX SOFT ARC’

‘i cannot believe my ears’

‘wait so she’s normal?’

⭑.ᐟ She frequently sends her viewers over to raid your stream with a message that says, “TELL HER I LOVE HER”.

⭑.ᐟ She takes over your stream when you take a bathroom break, or she’ll just lean into the mic and whisper, “Chat, she’s like SO pretty” before running away like a gremlin.

⭑.ᐟ Jinx once hacked into your stream settings just to change the title to something cursed or extra cheesy.

⭑.ᐟ She crashes your stream if she’s bored with hers.

⭑.ᐟ Reacting to fanfics together. It starts sickeningly sweet, only to crash and burn once Jinx starts picking the wilder ones.

⭑.ᐟ Sometimes you manage to have a chill, rainy-day stream together where you play cozy games.

⭑.ᐟ Jinx “accidentally” friendly fires you in shooters and then apologizes dramatically.

⭑.ᐟ She also “accidentally” finds you in online games. She swears she’s not stream-sniping, but no one believes her.

⭑.ᐟ She leaves heart-shaped patterns in Minecraft or Fortnite for you to find.

⭑.ᐟ Automatically teaming up against everyone else in multiplayer lobbies.

⭑.ᐟ You get assigned to opposite teams? It’s either cutthroat and tests your relationship, or you’re helping each other out (much to your teammates’ dismay).

⭑.ᐟ Although she’s known for streaming late herself, she whines if you do the same, claiming she can’t sleep without you (half-true).

⭑.ᐟ She wraps her arms around you from behind or drapes herself over your lap whenever she needs closeness or attention, watching you play.

⭑.ᐟ Or she’ll just unceremoniously end your stream to steal you away.

entering Jinx’s stream:

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choas232 · 5 months ago

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G/N Chatty reader x Steb 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Summary: In which you grapple with feelings you don’t yet understand by talking a certain enforcer’s ears off. Forced proximity makes everything worse, as it tends to.

CWs: Profanity. Canon typical violence. Reader has some bias about Zaunites they probably need to work on. I wrote most of this at 10pm at night, so be warned.

No use of Y/N, neutral terms and they/them are used to refer the reader. Set in episode three, season 2.

Word count: 2.9

Part two

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝

“God. I’m starving. And tired. I barely slept at allllll last night. Do you think the Grey’s keeping us awake? Our glorious leader Kiramman sure wants it to, dragging us along at this cracking speed. It’s been a whole week, too. I’m gonna drop dead, at this rate.” You lament. Your fellow enforcer does not comment from his place behind you, his footsteps echoing around the pipe.

Graffiti crowds the metal surface, amateur artworks, declarations of love, violence, and scripts you don’t recognise cramming themselves over one another, space sparse and sought after. It’s not Jinx’s work. Still, there’s a chill on your back you choose to attribute to the profanities.

The people of the underground sure know how to decorate, that’s for sure.

You two have been chosen to scout out a fairly low-danger area in search of a Zuanite’s sighting of Jinx. He did say it after a hefty heaping of Grey was funnelled into his lungs and a gun was held to his head, but Caitlyn is paranoid enough to bark at shadows, and you will oblige, if only to keep her happy.

It’s not like any of you are much better. Loris is quieter than ever, Maddie jumps at the smallest sounds and of your companion… you have no idea. You never have. Steb’s inner workings remain a mystery to you.

You turn. “Are we there yet? We should be there soon, right?” Steb nods distantly, more focused on the setting around you.

This part of the pipes is yet to be flooded with grey, so you can see him clearly without the obscuring mask.

His light teal skin, thin lips, nose, sharp, angular features. His neat uniform. His polished posture. He is distinctly and utterly out of place amongst the chaos that surrounds you. His eyes are so blue. So opalescent, shining like pearls in his eye sockets. Is that weird to notice? How much detail is it normal to notice about someone? You should probably stop looking.

His ribbed ears flick back, ever so slightly, eyes flicking to meet yours for a brief moment.

You look away. “Uh.” His eyes. His blue eyes. Blue. “God. I’m sooo hungry. Hah. I haven’t eaten since this morning. The rations are running out, and all the Zaunite stuff Vi is bringing in is uhm, questionable.”

You don’t look behind you again, your mouth moving quicker. Your breath is tight, probably because of the steady stream of words flowing from your mouth. You think. “I would kill for a good sandwich. Or two. I might have to resort to cannibalism—”

Hands enclose around your collar and yank you back with force.

Below you, a human sized-hole lined with rusted, broken metal grating, a slowly, ever spinning fan—

Your heart staggers in your chest like a drunkard. Images of your empaled, scraped, body twisted and pressed beyond recognition cram into your skull, rattle and scream.

“Fuck.” You mumble, quietly. Steb’s hand releases your collar. “C-close one. Thanks. Fish-sticks. How didn’t I see that?” You laugh. He doesn’t. It isn’t funny.

He brushes the shoulder pads of your uniform off, carefully but hastily looking you up and down. He keeps a respectable distance between you, but you can still see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows. You mimic him. Your mouth feels dry.

He fixes you with a look as his hands drop to his sides, and although his face usually retains some semblance of ambiguity on it, you know exactly what he’s thinking. Watch where you’re going.

“Sorry doc. I…” You trail off. You should stop talking. You probably talk so much around him because he makes you nervous. Why does he make you nervous? Your usual slamming of thoughts trickles dry. You have no idea.

Carefully, you two traverse over the great gaping hole in the pipework. How did you miss it? You don’t sure don’t miss how Steb watches you hawk-like though, and the following guilt is low and prickling in your gut. He goes first, and every small unprompted movement of yours has him stiffening, arm moving to steady you.

“Jeez. Don’t mother hen me, I’m all grown-up, I assure you.” You bat him away, landing with a clang! of the metal against your boots as you leap across the last segment. His frown is resounding.

A corner stretches before you, now. You let him go first with a swing of your arm just in case the metal of the pipe opens up to attempt to swallow you yet again. “All yours,” He obliges.

It’s an open space. Milky green light filters through the roofing, painting the graffiti stained flooring monochromatic and hazy. Two other pipes adjoin to the room, and a mural of Janna clad in white laced with metallic armour bounds over the walls. It looks exactly like what was described, which is worrying, because hey, Jinx!

The sniffling child is even more worrying, though. Looking up, she brushes away dark locks from her face and bursts into prompt tears. “Please, m-my-my�� my leg. it really hurts.” She wails.

Sure enough, one of her legs is crushed under a slab of tin, making itself known as the cause of the light filtering through the roof. “Please. Please.” Snot dribbles down onto her ragged shirt, her big brown eyes blown wide.

Steb is already gone before you can access the situation, bounding over.

Poor kid. You wince, tapping your fingers against your lips. Probably just playing with the ball you see perched nearby when shoddy craftmanship led to tragedy. Still… “Jeez. Think to consider a trap? No? Just me.” You mutter.

“Just you.” The voice from behind you amusedly whispers, and then you feel the cool rim of the gun pressed against your skull.

Fear makes a mockery out of you. Your thoughts accelerate, snapping at each others heels, but you cannot think. You aren’t really the brawlers of the team. He’s the field medic, for fuck’s sake, and while you can handle yourself in a fight this is more of a Vi job. You regret mocking her cuisine choices. This is probably some kind of sick karma. Sick? You feel sick. God, your stomach is writhing, your insides eating each other up.

Steb, still blinded by his tunnel vision, hauls the tin off of the girl. His ears flick down as he peers down at the clean space beneath, clean of blood and gore. Her leg, unblemished and by all means healthy looking, curls back into her body, and then she bursts outwards like a spring, down the nearest tunnel.

Too late, he looks back at you.

“I’m sure they require you topsiders to rattle a few braincells together to wear that fancy uniform. They don’t need allll of them, do they?” The man holding the gun to your head calls out to him. Flesh drips from his arms, lanky and lean, pressing against your neck as he holds you into him. You smell the shimmer on his breath before you see his blood lined eyes.

Steb jerks forwards. Bruisingly, the gun slams into your skull. “Move and their brains go BOOM! Hands in the air. Now.” He snarls, and Steb freezes in place, slowly raising his hands. You can see him breathing, hard, heaving breaths.

More people clamour their way out of vents, behind slabs of wood. You count at least four. Shit.

Shit.

This is bad.

“Woah! Talk about dramatics, huh?” You start, and almost in shock, the man holding you to himself grip loosens. From Steb’s place, you can see the wrinkle that lines his mouth when he gets stressed creep into existence. (That’s normal to remember. You should know when your coworkers get stressed. Part of the job, and all.) He slowly shakes his head. You mouth, trust me. He shakes his head harder. “Maybe we should talk this out? Civilly, tea and biscuits? …No?”

“It stopped being civil when you went for one of mine.”

Of course that guy you beat the shit out of gave you the location of an ambush. He was all too eager to speak, and when you go poking your hand down foxholes, it’s going to get bitten off. You feel both incredibly stupid and incredibly self-satisfied, you knew it, and you went here anyways.

“One of yours? I mean, we probably didn’t mean to? It was probably a mistake—” he shoves the gun down your throat. Spittle drips down the barrel. You taste dirt and gunpowder. You taste the blood leaking from your tongue.

You taste fear.

“Well? Your bag.” He gestures loosely to Steb.

Steb locks eyes with you as he gently tugs the straps off of his back, letting the hefty bag land to the floor with a thump. Carefully, he steps back, raising his hands in the air once again.

One of the hovering goons quickly snatches it, tugging it open. Medical supplies, bottles, all-the-like clatter the ground, but she continues shifting through hastily, eyes slowly narrowing. The last of our food supplies…, you mournfully think, quickly followed by Caitlyn is going to kill us, and she’s probably right to.

“You told us there would be hex tech, you fucking liar.” She drops the bag carelessly, starting towards the man holding you. “Well, do you think I’m some sort of prophet? You knew that it was an estimate.” He snaps back, grip on you loosening, the gun shifting out of your mouth to point towards the soft flesh of your cheek, spreading out your blood clouded spit as it does.

“I think you set us the hell up. You promised we’d split the money, but where’s the money now, huh? I gotta family to feed, hired work is dropping like flies with the chem barons at each other’s throats, which means I missed on any number of begging clients for this shit.”

You get an idea.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

It’s a terrible idea.

Steb tears his gaze from the arguing pair to meet your eyes, perhaps on some precognition of the mistake you are about to make.

You wink, grab the gun pressed to your cheek and then you yank.

It comes as cleanly as expected, the man’s adrenaline rattled, drug loosened reflexes nothing for the shock you give him when you take the gun from his hands, and than run. Surprise gives you the upper hand, yells clouding your soundscape. You still manage to pick out Steb’s footsteps, clean and even behind you as you barrel down the nearest pipe.

You run harder than you’ve ever run, past graffiti, with only your breath, the calls behind you, your heartbeat and the echoes of his and your boots slamming against metal to guide you.

You turn the corner so hard you slam your side against it, feeling your already bruised cheek cry out in pain in time with your yelp, and you stumble. Steb catches your shirt and yanks you right back up, and then you’re in another wide-open space.

Your head swings around, fear hammering around your ribcage like a desperate songbird.

Steb grabs your shoulder, gesturing with his head. You follow his gaze. There’s a smaller pipe in the wall, covered by a draping of torn fabric, and you rush towards it before you have any time to think, the fabric draping over your hair, the surface cool under your fingers.

He follows, your pursuer yells barrelling into your ears as the curtain draws shut.

The space is tight, circular, not even big enough for you to stretch out an arm and not brush the opposite end. Your back is pressed flush against the concrete and plaster. Your legs cage Steb, as do his, looping over one each other, his knee bent at an angle that’s for sure going to hurt later. His arms clutch the walls of the tube, yours resting bent in your lap.

He leans down, and his fingers gently grasp that stupid beret of his and tug it down onto his lap, before he pulls his head back up, his head scraping the roof. He’s a least a head taller than Maddie, and although you’d like to think of yourself as average, you are now grateful for the height you lack.

“OVER HERE!” Did they see you? Is this it? What can you do, two against at least five or so. You mean, counting has never really been your strong suit under pressure, and who’s to tell? Are you going to die? Are you going to die, your legs pressed into his midriff?

The gold smattering across Steb’s undereyes and nose adjoins with the darker turquoise scales lining the cavities his eyeballs are strung into, carving out little gold, blue, orange stripes, like the ones on the fish you and your parents used to gawk at the aquariums had.

Are they going to cart out your body to your parents, after your fellow enforcers find you, crammed into a hole in the underground? What would you had died for?

His eyes are so blue.

He blinks, smooth, deep lapis overtaking the gleaming surface of his eyes before his eyelids do. He has a second eyelid. How did you never notice?

His lips, perpetually downturned as they are, his steady line his eyebrows carve themselves into, his perfect posture, even as you are cramped within the pipe, the smooth, angular frame of his cheekbones all of it make him look like one of those forever uninconvenienced paintings the councillors hang from their mansion walls. He looks calm. His stupid snooty resting face cannot fool you. You know he isn’t.

His lips are parted, the gap between his front teeth visible as he stares down the opening of the tunnel like a loyal family dog. His little giveaway.

Maybe his inner workings aren’t such a mystery, after all.

He makes you nervous. He makes you so nervous. He makes you into a wreck.

You think you might be in love with him.

—and your pursuers are rushing past you, all until you can’t hear their voices and you’re alive. You’re alive and you’ve never been so happy to tomorrow eat shitty Zaunite food and have Caitlyn yell at you for loosing supplies and talk and talk and talk until your throat is raw.

You don’t. Talk. You don’t talk.

He’s looking at you.

You feel like a fool.

You sit there, just looking at him too. His eyelids slip halfway, letting you count the short lashes that frame them. His expression relaxes, loosens, ever so slightly, his arms moving from the wall of the tunnel to his lap.

You could sit here with him for hours, death inches from you both, and you could be happy. You could be suspended in disbelief and plausible deniability; you could allow yourself to lie. Your heart is pounding from the adrenaline, of course. Your face is pink because of overexertion, and you kind of want to kiss him because you’ve never kissed anybody and you may as well as get it over with before you die, right?

He points to his face. You blink, and then he points to yours. You brush your finger cheeks against the flesh and feel the sting of injury, spittle and blood on your fingers. Right.

Right. He’s looking at you because you’re injured right?

Of course he is. (Disappoint is still food, and you swallow it.)

Gently, he reaches into his breast pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. Instead of sparring you and handing it to you, he merely carefully holds your head, one hand on your jaw and the other gently patting down the mess on your cheek. His head is tilted. You feel your heart slam up your throat, a throbbing, horrible pain that lets you part your lips to let the breath escape you before it can choke you.

The hand cradling your jaw moves a careful finger up to brush your lower lip.

Accident, of course. He’s not even looking at them, rather, the mess, taking his sweet time as he does, so very gentle.

You think he might be the danger, not the hell that is the pipework, nor the Grey, nor not the man with the gun

He pulls back, tucking the handkerchief back into the pocket and shallowly inclining his head towards the opening.

With a long look back at you, he crawls out of the hole first. You follow, dizzily. Ever the gentlemen, he offers you a hand as you push your way out of the hell that made you. You take it and feel incredibly guilty for doing so, stumbling to your feet.

He fastens his beret, usually a sign from you to inwardly (or outwardly) mock his silly hat, still watching you. You do not, in fact, mock him. You might be shaking, in fact, and that thought makes you hate yourself more than you could ever despise that ugly navy piece of fabric.

He frowns, and then he gestures to your mouth. You flinch without meaning too. “Huh?”

He mimes speaking, shallowly opening and then hastily closing his mouth

He's right to be concerned.

You haven’t spoken since you two trapped yourselves in the tunnel, after all.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝

Notes: Thank you for reading!! :)))) STUPID. IDIOTS IN LOVE. Him under the guise of medical assistance letting himself touch you... bro isn't slick whatsoever. If you have any ideas, be sure to drop them in my ask box, there is lack of fic on him holy hell. As a side note, we all need the comfort after season two part two holy cow…

#creative writing #steb arcane #steb #arcane #arcane season 2 #arcane season two spoilers #steb x reader

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l4ndonorizz · 7 months ago

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cooking stream gone wrong / lando norris x reader

pairing: lando norris x reader

song: disclosure - latch

summary: cooking stream is not something lando does often, but when he does it's worth it. and gossip is his middle name.

wc: 1.3k

“Alright, we’re live!” Lando grinned at the camera, adjusting his headset as you stood beside him in the kitchen, waving to his thousands of Twitch followers tuning in for what was supposed to be a simple, fun cooking stream.

“Say hi!” he nudged you with his elbow, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.

“Hi, everyone!” you laughed, feeling a little awkward but excited at the same time. Cooking was not your strong suit, but Lando had convinced you it would be fun—how hard could making pasta be?

“So, here’s the plan,” Lando started, turning back to the camera. “We’re going to make...well, attempt to make some pasta. Easy, right? We’ve got everything set up, and—”

“And by ‘set up,’ you mean we threw everything onto the counter and hoped for the best,” you interrupted, earning a laugh from Lando as the chat started flooding with comments.

"Lando can’t even boil water."

"This is going to be a disaster, isn’t it?"

"Who’s the better cook?"

Lando squinted at the screen, reading the comments. “Who’s the better cook? Honestly, neither of us, but I think I’ve got this. Easy win,” he said, confidently reaching for the flour to start mixing the dough.

“Sure, sure,” you teased, rolling your eyes. “Let’s see how that confidence holds up when we burn your kitchen.”

As you both got to work, the chaos started almost immediately. Lando spilled flour all over the counter while trying to measure it, and you couldn’t stop laughing as he attempted to save it by brushing the mess into a pile.

“Mate, I’m a racing driver, not a chef!” he exclaimed, looking at the camera as if that excused the growing disaster in front of him. The chat was already spamming laughing emojis.

“And yet, here we are,” you said, reaching for the eggs. “Okay, let’s at least try to make the dough...not a total failure.”

A few minutes later, you both had something that vaguely resembled dough, though it was sticking to your hands and the countertop. You exchanged glances, trying not to burst out laughing.

“This...doesn’t feel right,” you said, holding up your sticky hands.

Lando shook his head, grinning as he swiped some flour from the counter and smeared it across your cheek. “You’re doing great.”

You laughed, pushing him away playfully. “Seriously? You’re just making it worse!”

The chat exploded with more comments.

"What’s happening here?"

"This stream is pure chaos."

"They are so bad at this!"

“Alright, alright, let’s focus. We’re gonna make this work,” Lando said, trying to regain control of the situation. “We just need to roll it out, right?”

You nodded, grabbing the rolling pin. But, in true chaotic fashion, you accidentally knocked over the bag of flour, sending a cloud of white powder into the air. Both of you froze for a moment, staring at the mess before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

“Okay, this is an absolute disaster,” you managed to say between laughs, wiping the flour from your face.

“Disaster? Nah, this is quality content,” Lando grinned, gesturing to the camera as he brushed the flour off his shirt. “Everyone loves a bit of chaos.”

The chat seemed to agree, with viewers sending donations and spamming messages about how this was the funniest stream they’d seen in a while.

With the dough finally rolled out (though not exactly perfectly), you both moved on to boiling the water. Lando confidently set the pot on the stove, turning up the heat.

“See? Easy,” he said, wiping his hands on a towel. “We’ve totally got this.”

“Don’t jinx it,” you warned, but the damage was already done.

Just a few minutes later, the water started boiling over, steam rising from the pot. Lando scrambled to turn down the heat while you frantically grabbed a towel to clean up the mess.

“I said don’t jinx it!” you laughed, trying to keep the chaos under control.

“Okay, okay, I might’ve messed that one up,” Lando admitted, wiping his forehead dramatically for the camera. “But we’re still going strong!”

As the chaos in the kitchen continued, you both got more and more caught up in the moment. Between the flour, the boiling water, and the laughter, it was easy to forget about the camera still rolling. The playful banter between you and Lando became more flirtatious as the minutes passed, and you couldn’t help but notice how close you were standing to each other now.

Lando leaned in, a grin on his face as he pretended to offer you a bite of the pasta that had somehow ended up slightly burnt. “Care for a taste, chef?”

You laughed, leaning back against the counter. “Oh, I’ll pass. Looks like you’re trying to poison me.”

But instead of pulling away, Lando stayed close, his hand resting gently on your waist. The playful energy shifted, and suddenly, the laughter faded, replaced by an unfamiliar tension. His eyes stayed on yours, the teasing glint in them softening as the air between you thickened.

You felt your pulse quicken, your heart racing in your chest. "Lando..." you started, unsure if you should break the moment or let it take its course.

He didn’t answer. Instead, his gaze dropped to your lips, and before you could even process it, his hand slid up your side, pulling you closer. His lips found yours, softly at first, as if testing the waters, but then something shifted, and the kiss deepened with an urgency neither of you had anticipated.

Your hands moved instinctively to his chest, your fingers curling into his shirt as you kissed him back, completely caught up in the moment. Everything else faded away—the kitchen, the mess, the stream. It was just you and Lando, lost in a kiss that felt far more intense than anything you’d ever shared before.

His hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him as the kiss grew hungrier, more desperate. You could feel the counter digging into your back, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was the warmth of his body against yours, the way his lips moved over yours, the way your heart raced uncontrollably in your chest.

Then suddenly, the shrill sound of a phone ringing pierced through the haze.

You both froze, your lips still inches apart, breathing heavily as reality crashed back into the room. Lando’s phone continued ringing, and you blinked in confusion, your mind scrambling to catch up with what had just happened.

Lando reached for his phone, glancing at the screen with wide eyes. “It’s Max,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.

Lando answered the call with trembling fingers. “Uh...hey, Max.”

“Bro,” Max’s voice came through the speaker, half-amused, half-panicked. “Are you guys seriously still streaming? Because, uh...you’re about two seconds away from getting banned for...whatever the hell you were just doing on that counter.”

Lando’s eyes widened in horror as he glanced at the camera, finally realizing that the chat was still going crazy. His hand shot out to shut off the stream, but it was too late. The damage was done.

You stood there in stunned silence, your face burning with embarrassment as you covered your mouth with your hand. How could you have forgotten about the stream?

“Well,” Lando finally said, breaking the silence after what felt like an eternity. “That...happened.”

You let out a nervous laugh, still feeling the lingering heat from the kiss. “Yeah. That definitely happened.”

Lando ran a hand through his hair, clearly still trying to process everything. He looked at you, his expression a mix of embarrassment and something else—something unspoken.

Before either of you could say anything more, he reached for your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I guess...we’re going to have some explaining to do, huh?”

You nodded, still breathless from the chaos of the last few minutes. “Yeah. But...I don’t regret it.”

Lando grinned, a hint of that familiar mischievous spark returning. “Neither do I.”

#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 one shot #formula 1 #lando imagine #lando norris #lando norris one shot #lando x reader #Spotify

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therealmylesmorales · 2 months ago

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Dating (modern) Jinx Headcannons

Warnings: Jinx tbh, minors leave me alone, streamer!Jinx, hints at masc!r

⭒ Jinx met you through Ekko. She went over to his place one day and saw you lounging on the couch like you owned the place. Ekko explained that you were his cousin (blood related/adopted whatever stfu). The entire time she was there, her face was flushed and she couldn’t stop looking at you.

⭒ On your first date, you took Jinx to the arcade. It was the best and worst date you ever had. Your overly competitive nature came out and Jinx was a sore winner. It was a silent agreement that the arcade was off limits after that.

⭒ Jinx gets adorably shy whenever you kiss her. Her cheeks get red very quickly and sometimes tries to hide her face, especially when you tease her. During your first kiss, she got a little too excited and accidentally knocked over a glass of water all over you.

⭒ Jinx has a habit of just…staring at you. Sometimes to make sure you’re real, a few rare times she’s disassociating. You always carefully rub her cheek to gain her attention. Jinx will either smile and lean into it or try to bite your hand, it depends.

⭒ When she turned 18, Vander gifted her an old beat up truck for her to fix up. That thing is her prized possession and you are not even going to touch the wheel, doesn’t matter if her driving could be considered a crime.

⭒ Jinx started streaming before the two of you officially got together. She has a couple hundred thousand subscribers and is slowly growing everyday. She plays a mix between online multiplayers or story games.

“If anything happens to Arthur, I’m deleting the channel.”

“These tanks aren’t doing SHIT—they’re so ass at this game.”

Honestly by how much yelling she does, your surprised your neighbors haven’t complained yet.

⭒ A lot of the clothes she owns belong to other people; mostly Ekko’s, Vi’s, your’s obviously, and surprisingly a sweater she stole from Sevika.

You were searching for your sweatshirt to go join Vi at the gym but the blue fabric was nowhere to be seen. You were about to leave when you suddenly got the idea to look for Jinx.

She was in the spare bedroom/her streaming room, editing a video with an all too familiar hood pulled over her head. She didn’t notice you enter until you lifted a side of her headphones to talk to her.

“Give me my hoodie.”

“No, fuck you,” she grumbled. “Work out in something else.”

⭒ Jinx is very clingy and she’s not afraid to show it.

You looked down at the large lump under your shirt, you attention being taken away from the phone in your hand.

“You okay, babe?”

You okay got a soft hum in response. Lifting up the neck of your shirt, you took a peek at Jinx who was laying underneath it. She looked content as she rested against your chest, getting the best skin to skin.

Or alternatively

You aimlessly strolled around the kitchen, grabbing yourself and Jinx a snack. After taking a look in the fridge, a voice whispered in your ear.

“Get the ice cream so we can finish the movie.”

Jinx tightened her arms and legs around you in excitement when you silently agreed, making your way back to your shared bedroom.

⭒ Jinx who…sometimes goes nonverbal. When she’s stressed or too upset, she’ll just shut down and get some space from everyone. Unfortunately, that’ll include you a lot of the time.

#jinx x reader #arcane x reader #myles writing

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dmloae · 2 months ago

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—JINX HEADCANONS

cw : streamer!jinx, lowercase intended, mention of sextoy, no x reader just simple jinx headcanons, swearing, me in my funny era (i swear i’m funny in my native language), lmk if there is more!

english is not my first language btw, enjoy!

streamer!jinx who is surprisingly a famous streamer with over 100k followers on socials medias, people like her for her random, chaotic livestreams where she passionately crafts, sometimes blowing up her desk in the process, or even cooks occasionally.

"Hello my wonderful people, today I'll try cooking some MInecraft desert with yall," she would begin..

"..Stay with me now, I am actually an incredible cook for real guys!"

stating with her weird goofy ahh looking apron.

jinxlefttoe : NAAH WHO LET BRO IN THE KITCHENN

mincraftlvr : SHE GON BLOW HER KITCHEN UP IM WHEEZINGG

cookiecoquette : at least she got confidence guys.. ntm on my girl now!

mimemamomu : based on how her apron looks, her cooking is probably gonna be actual cheeks, guys, I’m just saying…

"YALL ARE JUST STRAIGHT UP HATING WHAT THE ACTUAL FREAK GUYS???" she would argue, pointing her finger toward her webcam, which by the way, is always going through a lot with the crazy things Jinx puts it through.

and when she would let VI try a piece of whatever she made on live while uttering to her sister to be honest to her fans,

"You're onto something I can't lie.. Just keep it up, yeah?" VI began,

lowtaperfadefornite : BRO GOT A GUN HELD UP TO HER HEAD

kneesurgeryistmrw : BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED HELP GIRLY

the comment to that would either be some people making fun of Jinx or people thirsting over her sister.. ALWAYS!

goofycaiaddict : WHO DAT IN DA BACKKKKK

ilovepossays : i mean im as good as Jinx cooking so if you ever want to taste me hmu?

"Yall need to stop thirsting over my sister RIGHT NOW or your asses are getting blocked, im not playing.. AND she was being totally honest are yall doubting your all time favorite streamer?" Jinx would complain while reading all the comments popping up as fast as the speed of light, giving them a puppy-eyed look.

streamer!jinx who would put up a PR adress so fans could send her gifts or some things of her amazon wishlist so she can open them while streaming, and one particular day she was only opening up one pink box wondering what it was,

"CHAT this box is so so pretty like actually," she started while shaking the box.

"Now I'm so exited to see whats inside of it.." she would continue. She then proceded to open the pink package like a excited child on Christmas,

She then slowly looked up from the package to the webcame, a thin line was forming her lips, she exhaled slowly.. And she pulled whatever was in the box to show her fans,

"WHO THE FUCK SENT ME A FUCKING DILDO? I AM DEFINITLY COMING FOR YOUR ASS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK GUYS?"

user5679 : LMAOOOOO TO THE PERSON THAT DID THAT ILY FRL

justkiddg : BROOO YOU SHOULD BE THANKFUL IF YOU EVER GET HOES UR PREPARED!

sstylin : HOLY CHEESE THATS ACC SO FUNNY WTH

hklopfh : BROS GETTING BANNED LMAFOO

streamer!jinx who is so brainrotted.

IDC WHAT YOU SAY she would just be on stream, while playing roblox wth the voice chat on, then completly going on and off while muttering some nonsense brain rotted words or references.

streamer!jinx who would go off on 9 years old on roblox.

streamer!jinx who is cronically so online

streamer!jinx who definitly goes to a tatoo palor while streaming because she lost a bet with one of the viewers and she had to get some goofy tatoo.

streamer!jinx who is so ass at playing whatever game that involves shooting.

streamer!jinx who definitly wakes all of her neighbors because of jumpscares.

streamer!jinx who don't look like she gets pussy but she does, trust me.

streamer!jinx who started a youtube channel for funsies but it she litterally got a youtube community with all the ipad kid package that come with it.

streamer!jinx who has an incredible sense of style, she definitly wears carhartt LIKE FOR REAL!

streamer!jinx who is so intentionally funny

ok i got lazy bye!

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elyxir1zz · 1 month ago

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★ — stone and steel - ch 1

ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ʙᴏꜱꜱ!ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

CW : mafia, age gap, kiddnaping, drug use, underage drinking, age gap, read is 18, sevika is 38, toxic (?), reader does molly, mel is here

A/N : i orginally abandoned this fic but i decided to push through and finish it

"Come on, Sevika! Just a few drinks?" Jinx whined, practically hanging off Sevika’s shoulders like a restless child.

Sevika grunted, shoving her off with little effort. "I have work," she said flatly, rubbing her temples. "Some smugglers got caught up with Silco last night. Now I have to clean up their mess."

Jinx groaned dramatically, flopping backward against the desk with a huff. "Ugh, fine. But you’re missing out," she sing-songed, twirling a lock of blue hair around her finger. She leaned in with a mischievous smirk. "Invite's open if you change your minddddd—" she dragged out the last word before skipping toward the door. "Don't work yourself to death, grumpy."

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Sevika in the dim glow of her desk lamp.

She sighed, rolling her shoulders before reaching for the cigar resting in the ashtray. The flame flickered as she lit it, the first inhale grounding her in a moment of quiet. The weight of responsibility pressed against her chest, but she couldn’t afford to slip—not now.

Her gaze dropped to the folder on her desk. Thick, worn edges from too many times flipping through it. She opened it again anyway.

A set of photos stared back at her. You.

A copy of your birth certificate. Documents detailing your life like an open book—where you lived, habits, routines, places you frequented. She somehow even got her hands on nudes. You weren’t just some random mark. You were his daughter. Silco’s.

Sevika exhaled, smoke curling in the air above her. The Veiled Eye had been a thorn in her side for too long, and this was the key. You were the key.

But as much as she hated to admit it, her interest wasn’t just strategic.

She traced a calloused finger over the corner of one of your photos. You didn’t look exactly like him, but the resemblance was there. Strong features, sharp eyes. Yet there was something else—something that made her hesitate.

Something that made her stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with business.

Sevika scowled and snapped the folder shut.

Shit.

This was supposed to be about leverage, about power. So why the hell was she so damn drawn to you?

She took another drag of her cigar, exhaling slowly.

Maybe a drink wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.

You brought the vape to your lips, inhaling deeply, the burn trailing down your throat before you exhaled a slow cloud of smoke.

"Hey, so like… your dad isn’t gonna kill me for doing this, right?" Mel asked, shimmying into her dress—a white and gold sparkly number that hugged her just right.

You sighed, turning away from your vanity mirror to shoot her a look over your shoulder. "Mel, if you keep asking that, I’m gonna kill myself," you deadpanned, blowing out another stream of vapor as you spoke.

She giggled, rolling her eyes. "Whatever. Do you have the fake IDs?"

Walking over, she leaned down, resting her chin on your shoulder as you reached into the vanity drawer. Underneath a mess of half-used makeup products, you fished out two laminated cards and handed hers over.

"Oh, shit," she snickered, flipping it between her fingers. "I look hot."

You smirked, dabbing contour along the bridge of your nose. "Obviously."

Mel watched you for a second before grabbing a brush and blending the lines with expert precision. "Okay, you need to blend—there, perfect," she said, admiring her work.

You grinned, tilting your head from side to side in the mirror. "Damn, I’m so cute."

Mel huffed a laugh, bumping her hip against yours. "Yeah, yeah. Now let’s go before I start overthinking this whole 'pissing off your crime-lord father' thing again."

Jinx giggled as Ekko’s hands settled at her waist, pulling her closer until her back pressed against his chest. The bass of the music thumped through the club, matching the slow sway of their hips. They needed this—needed to be together, even if it was in the middle of a crowd.

Sevika had been harsher than usual the past week, and it was putting a strain on both of them. A month of no progress on you had made her temper even worse, and she took it out on everyone. The tension had started creeping into their relationship, weighing on them like a storm cloud.

Jinx tilted her head as Ekko buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. Her fingers traced the back of his neck absentmindedly, grounding herself in his touch. The music shifted, the rhythm growing faster, the crowd getting more restless. She turned in his arms, pressing her lips near his ear.

“Let’s go sit at the bar,” she whispered.

Ekko nodded, and without another word, she grabbed his hand, weaving through the mass of bodies until they reached the counter.

She leaned against it, tapping her nails on the surface. “Can I get a margarita?”

The bartender nodded, then glanced at Ekko for his order.

“A Bloody Mary, please.” His hand never left Jinx’s hip, fingers drumming lazily against the fabric of her dress.

Jinx turned toward him, ready to make some snide remark, when a voice cut through the noise—smooth, effortless, and way too familiar.

“Can I have a Mai Tai?”

Jinx froze.

Her body stiffened, fingers tightening around Ekko’s arm as if to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. The voice—your voice—was one she’d heard countless times on recordings. She’d studied it so much she could pick it out in an instant. And now, here it was, right next to her.

Almost comically, Jinx turned her head.

And there you were.

Leaning against the counter, legs crossed at the ankle, looking effortlessly stunning in a midnight blue bodycon dress. It clung to you in all the right places, long sleeves adding an elegant touch, while just enough cleavage peeked out to make Jinx’s brain short-circuit.

She must’ve been staring too long because your eyes met hers, curiosity flickering across your face.

“Uh… can I help you?” you asked, raising a brow.

Jinx stammered, forcing a smile. “Sorry—I, uh—I just really love your dress.”

She squeezed Ekko’s bicep—hard. He understood immediately. Without hesitation, he slipped away into the crowd, already pulling out his phone.

You grinned, completely oblivious. “Thanks! I got it at this little boutique downtown. I think it was Audrey’s or something?” You giggled, accepting your drink from the bartender.

Jinx nodded a little too quickly. “Yeah! I’ve been there. Love their shoes.” She was stalling.

Across the club, Ekko was already halfway to the exit, Sevika’s contact pulled up.

The phone barely rang once before she picked up. “What?” Her voice was already irritated.

Ekko didn’t bother with pleasantries. “She’s here.”

A pause. Then, a sharp, “What?”

“That chick you’ve been stalking! She’s here, at the club!” He had to yell over the music.

On the other end, Sevika went silent. Then—“Are you fucking with me?”

Ekko rolled his eyes. “No, dude. Just—just get here. Now. Jinx is stalling her!”

He hung up before she could respond, shoving his phone into his pocket as he made his way back to the bar.

Meanwhile, Jinx was doing everything she could to keep you from leaving.

“Oh, yeah, and they just got this new—uh, limited-edition collection—”

You gave her a polite smile, shifting your weight. “Right, well, it was nice meeting you, but—”

“Jesus Christ, what’s taking so long?”

Mel.

You turned just as your best friend appeared at your side, looking mildly annoyed—until she caught sight of Jinx.

Her expression faltered, eyes flickering with recognition. “Oh.”

Jinx went rigid.

Mel’s fingers wrapped around your wrist. “Okay, lady, we’re gonna go—”

You groaned, laughing as she pulled you away. “Mel! That was so rude!”

Jinx barely heard you. Her heart was still racing.

Ekko reappeared at her side, watching you disappear into the crowd. He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That was Ambessa’s daughter, wasn’t it?” he muttered.

Jinx swallowed hard, still staring after you.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

And she had no idea what the hell to do next.

Jinx and Ekko searched the club, pushing past sweaty bodies and scanning every darkened corner, but you were nowhere to be found. By the time Sevika arrived, they had nothing to show for it except frustration.

"You lost her?" Sevika's voice was sharp, barely restrained.

Jinx crossed her arms. "It’s not like she was on a damn leash, Sev," she muttered, avoiding the older woman’s glare.

But before Sevika could tear into them, Ekko hesitantly spoke up. "There's something else."

Sevika turned to him, eyes narrowing. "What?"

Ekko exchanged a glance with Jinx before saying, "Mel Medarda—she was with her."

Sevika stilled, her expression flipping like a switch. Mel. Ambessa Medarda’s daughter.

Jinx watched as realization set in, as frustration twisted into something more calculated. Sevika wasn’t just after you because of Silco—she was trying to dismantle his empire, and if Ambessa's daughter was tangled up in this, that changed things.

The next day, Sevika found herself on a tense phone call with Ambessa Medarda herself.

"Does your daughter know what you really do?" Sevika asked, voice edged with suspicion.

There was silence on the other end at first. Then, Ambessa scoffed, her tone guarded. "Why do you care?"

Sevika leaned back in her chair, fingers drumming on the desk beside your file. "Because if she does, that makes things… complicated."

Another pause. Then, a begrudging admission. "Mel doesn’t know. She stays out of my affairs."

Sevika exhaled slowly. That was something, at least. If Mel was in the dark, that meant Sevika's own organization—the Iron Fangs—was safe from her meddling. And more importantly, it meant you wouldn’t get any inside information to pass back to Silco.

"Good," Sevika muttered before hanging up.

She let the phone drop onto the desk, rubbing her temples. This is getting us nowhere, she thought, frustration mounting. It had been over a month, and they were no closer to using you against Silco.

Before she could spiral further, the door swung open.

Violet and Caitlyn Kiramman stepped inside, followed closely by Jinx and Ekko.

"We couldn’t find her in any of the places you told us," Caitlyn said, her voice cautious.

Sevika’s glare snapped to her. "How do I know you two weren’t off making out instead of doing your damn job?" she asked, her tone laced with poison.

Caitlyn’s face flushed, but before she could respond, Violet stepped forward, jaw tight. "Don’t talk to her like that."

Jinx sighed, already seeing where this was going, and quickly tugged Violet back. "Alright, relax, both of you." She shot Sevika a look before turning to the desk. "We bribed one of her friends, and she mentioned a bunch of their friends were going to the State Festival on Saturday."

Sevika raised an eyebrow. "And you think she’ll be there?"

Jinx shrugged. "It’s a lead, isn’t it?" She pulled a folded flyer from her pocket and slapped it onto Sevika’s desk. The bold, colorful letters read: Annual State Festival – Music, Drinks, & More!

Caitlyn crossed her arms. "We’re going to split up and try to find her."

Sevika didn’t hesitate. "I’m coming with you."

It wasn’t a suggestion.

Violet tensed, already looking like she wanted to argue, but Caitlyn touched her arm, shaking her head. Jinx just smirked.

"Fine by me," she said. "Hope you know how to have fun, Sev."

Sevika scoffed, picking up the flyer and glancing it over.

This is it, she thought. If she shows up, she’s ours.

You lay sprawled out on your back, sinking into the plush comfort of your oversized bed. Your room was nothing short of gorgeous—high ceilings, warm lighting, and every luxury a girl could ask for. A vanity cluttered with makeup sat in the corner, a sleek computer perched on your desk, and to top it off, a fully stocked mini-fridge, currently missing one pint of ice cream.

Mel was draped across your stomach, her head resting just below your ribs as she stared at the ceiling. You absentmindedly scooped another bite of ice cream, the cold sweetness melting on your tongue as she huffed dramatically.

"And she said ‘Mel doesn’t know’ like—what the fuck does that even mean?!" Mel groaned, throwing an arm over her face.

You licked the spoon, barely suppressing a smirk. "Maybe she’s sending you to boarding school," you teased.

Mel lifted her head just enough to glare at you. "That’s not funny."

You giggled, poking her side. "Listen, hotstuff, if you talk about Ambessa one more time, I swear to God, I will light myself on fire."

Mel scoffed, rolling off of you and sitting up. “Dramatic much?”

You grinned but didn’t argue. Instead, you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as she got to her feet and wandered over to your vanity. She turned slightly, tilting her head as she checked her reflection, smoothing out the already perfect waves of her hair.

"So," you drawled, taking another bite of ice cream. "Did you decide if you’re going to the festival tonight?"

She met your gaze in the mirror, her lips pursed like she was pretending to contemplate it.

"Mm. Maybe," she said, adjusting the straps of her dress. "Are you going?"

That was the real question.

Because if you were going, Mel definitely was.

"Mom! I'm not coming home until you tell me everything!" Mel shouted into her phone, pacing just outside the parking lot, her free hand clenched into a fist.

A few feet away, you stood in front of a guy draped in baggy clothes, his grin sharp and lazy. Behind him loomed a couple of buffer guys, their faces inked with bold tattoos that twisted under the neon glow of a flickering streetlight.

"Heeeyyy, short stack," the guy drawled, flashing a gold-toothed smirk. "You partying with us tonight?" His excitement seemed genuine, almost affectionate in that detached, dealer-kind-of-way.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. "I'll come by if I remember."

He snickered, slapping your palm in a casual handshake before slipping a small baggie into it. Inside, two little pink pills with smiley faces stared back at you. "Have a nice night," he said, giving you a solid fist bump before stepping back into the shadows of the lot.

"Don't be a stranger!" he called as you turned away, his voice echoing in the humid night air.

By the time you reached Mel, she had hung up, shoving her phone deep into the pocket of her low-rise jeans—ripped at the thighs, matching yours almost perfectly.

"What did you get?" she asked, her tone light but eyes flicking toward the tiny bag in your grasp.

You grinned, holding it up between two fingers. "Ecstasy." With a flick, you popped the seal and tipped one of the pills onto your palm. No hesitation. You placed it on your tongue and let it sit there for a second before swallowing.

Mel took the baggie and fished out the other pill, already unscrewing the lid of her water bottle—filled to the brim with vodka. "Wash it down," she offered with a smirk.

You took a swig, grimacing at the harsh burn as it slid down your throat. "Jesus Christ, your mom didn’t notice this much vodka missing?"

Mel just grinned, eyes glinting with mischief. "Not yet… but she will. I cut her bottle with water."

You snorted as she slung an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in close as the two of you made your way toward the fair entrance.

"You better not snitch on me," you muttered, exhaling sharply. "Silco doesn’t even know I’m here."

Mel glanced at you, her amusement dimming just slightly. "He didn’t notice you leaving? I know your house is littered with security cameras." She giggled, but there was curiosity there too.

You rolled your eyes. "He’s been super busy. He doesn’t know, but I went down this rabbit hole on Reddit, and it was… weird."

The fair stretched out in front of you, the air thick with the scent of buttery popcorn and spun sugar. The chaotic hum of the crowd mixed with the distant, shrill screams from the rides, blending into a dizzying buzz of energy.

"There’s this underground mafia that’s super powerful, and I think he’s worried…" you trailed off, your mind still tangled in everything you’d read.

Mel gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Let’s not think about that tonight!" she beamed. "Let the molly kick in, and let’s go on some rides!"

With a squeal, she grabbed your hand and took off, pulling you toward the nearest ride, her laughter getting lost in the neon lights and electric pulse of the fairground.

Mel’s grip on your wrist was firm as she dragged you toward the nearest ride—a towering contraption of spinning swings. The metal structure groaned as it lifted screaming riders high into the air, their legs kicking out wildly as the ride picked up speed.

"C’mon, this one first!" Mel grinned, practically bouncing on her feet as she led the way.

You hesitated for only a second, the molly’s warmth beginning to stir in your chest. Your limbs felt lighter, your skin hyper-aware of the night air kissing against it. The fairground lights stretched into soft, neon halos, like the world had been dipped in something hazy and electric.

You both climbed into your seats, the metal bar locking across your lap with a sharp click. As the ride lurched into motion, you felt the weightlessness take over, the world spinning beneath you. Wind whipped against your skin, the fair becoming a blur of laughter, music, and flashing colors. Mel let out a wild scream, throwing her hands up, and you couldn’t help but do the same, the rush of adrenaline mixing seamlessly with the euphoria creeping into your veins.

By the time you stumbled off, dizzy and breathless, Mel was already pulling you toward the next attraction—a rickety-looking roller coaster that seemed one bolt away from collapsing. The two of you barely managed to shove the safety bar down before it jerked into motion, the rickety track rattling beneath you.

You didn’t even have time to scream before you were thrown into the first drop.

Everything blurred together—the chaotic mix of highs, the rush of the wind, the tight grip of Mel’s hand on yours as you flew through loops and turns. The laughter came easily, the worries you had earlier fading into the pulsating energy of the fair.

Then came the teacups.

By now, the molly was hitting full force. The world around you felt brighter, softer, like everything was breathing with you. The colorful lights of the fair pulsed in time with the distant music, and every little sound—laughter, the whir of the rides, the shuffle of footsteps—felt amplified, woven together in a strange, beautiful harmony.

You and Mel climbed into one of the oversized teacups, the painted ceramic glossy under the neon glow. As the ride started, you both gripped the wheel in the center, spinning it as fast as you could until the world around you became a swirl of colors.

The teacup spun lazily now, the initial rush of dizziness settling into something dreamlike. The fairground lights stretched and blurred at the edges of your vision, glowing softer, warmer, like the whole world had been dipped in neon honey. The music from the rides pulsed faintly in the background, each beat thrumming through your chest like a second heartbeat.

Mel leaned back against the curved wall of the teacup, her pupils wide, lips parted in an easy, dazed smile. "Holy shit," she breathed, stretching her arms over her head. "This feels insane."

You let out a slow laugh, resting your head against the back of the seat. "Yeah. Feels like we’re floating."

For a while, neither of you spoke, letting the high settle, the world spinning in slow motion around you. The fair’s chaotic energy felt distant, like you were sitting in the eye of a storm—untouchable, weightless.

Then Mel sighed, her fingers drumming absently against her knee. "So… about my mom."

Something about her tone made your stomach twist. You blinked sluggishly, turning your head toward her. "What about her?"

Mel hesitated, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. "That mafia you were talking about?" she muttered, voice quieter now. "The one Silco’s worried about?"

The hazy warmth in your chest cooled slightly. A small ripple of unease broke through the molly’s euphoric haze.

"Yeah?" you said slowly.

Mel exhaled through her nose, eyes flicking away as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to see your reaction. "My mom works for them," she admitted. "Like… shes been working for them since before i was born..but she hasnt really been working with them recently, shes getting older and it seems theyve left her alone"

The words felt distant, like they had to fight through the high to reach you. But when they did, they hit hard.

Your fingers curled against the edge of the teacup. "What?"

Mel let out a humorless laugh, rubbing her hands over her face before dropping them back into her lap. "Yeah. I found out on the phone call. She acts all high and mighty, but she’s just another attack dog for some psycho pulling the strings." She looked at you then, something unreadable flickering in her expression. "Guess that explains why she won’t tell me shit. She probably thinks I’ll go running my mouth."

Your thoughts felt sluggish, tangled in the drug’s haze. Silco had been on edge for weeks, digging for information, murmuring about the growing threat looming over the city. And now, Mel—your best friend—was connected to it.

The fair didn’t seem so bright anymore.

You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. "Does Silco know?"

Mel shook her head. "No. And you can’t tell him." Her voice wavered slightly, just enough for you to notice. "If he finds out… I don’t know what he’d do."

Your pulse thumped in your ears, the warmth of the molly battling with the cold weight settling in your stomach. The teacup continued to spin gently, but suddenly, it felt like the ground wasn’t so steady anymore.

As the two of you stumbled off the teacup ride, the world still swayed beneath your feet, the molly turning everything into a dreamlike haze. You were about to suggest another ride when something caught your eye—a familiar figure weaving through the crowd.

Your vision blurred slightly, but there was no mistaking the broad shoulders, the way he carried himself. "Is that…?" you squinted, trying to focus.

Mel followed your gaze, her eyes narrowing—until they suddenly went wide. "Jayce?!" she yelled, her voice cutting through the chaos of the fair.

Your stomach dropped. No way.

Her ex-boyfriend. The one who had supposedly moved out of state. The one she had spent months cursing, only to pretend he never existed when she was finally over him. And yet, here he was, flesh and blood, standing just a few feet away.

Mel barely hesitated. "I should go say hi."

Your head snapped toward her. "What? No! You can’t just leave me—what if he’s totally over you? That’d be humiliating!"

Your protests fell on deaf ears. She was already pushing through the crowd, her determination outweighing your grip on her wrist.

"Mel, come on—!"

The crowd surged between you like a living thing, bodies pressing in, separating you in an instant. Your fingers slipped from hers, and then—she was gone.

"Mel?!" you shouted, shoving forward, but it was useless. The mass of people closed in, swallowing her whole.

Shit.

The fairgrounds suddenly felt suffocating—the neon lights too bright, the sounds too loud, blending together in an overwhelming blur. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, a mix of the drug and panic coursing through you.

Disoriented, you stumbled away from the chaos, slipping between trailers where food stands were set up. The smell of grease and sugar clung to the air, but it did nothing to settle the rising nausea in your stomach. You pressed your back against a rusted wall, sucking in sharp breaths, squeezing your eyes shut.

A small whimper escaped your lips.

"Are you okay?"

The voice was high-pitched, almost familiar. Your eyes fluttered open, vision swimming slightly, and then you saw her.

Bright blue hair, streaked with pink. A mischievous smirk pulling at her lips. You’d seen her before—last weekend, at the bar.

Your heart skipped a beat.

"It’s you…" your voice was barely above a breath. You blinked hard, trying to steady yourself. "Are—are you real?"

The girl tilted her head, amusement flickering in her sharp eyes. "Uh… yeah? Did you take something?"

You hesitated. "…Have you seen my friend? Butterfly braids, gold glittery makeup."

Her smirk widened, like she found your dazed concern entertaining. Before she could reply, hands suddenly grabbed you from behind.

A gloved palm clamped over your mouth.

Your body went rigid. Panic exploded in your chest, but before you could scream, the hand was replaced with something else—cloth, thick and soaked with something sharp-smelling.

Chloroform.

"Shut the fuck up," a voice growled in your ear.

You thrashed, but your limbs were sluggish, uncoordinated. The molly dulled your reflexes, making your attempts at escape pathetic. Darkness crawled at the edges of your vision, your body going limp as exhaustion consumed you.

The last thing you saw was the blue-haired girl watching, head tilted curiously.

"What do you think she took?"

Jinx’s voice sounded distant, muffled, as if you were underwater.

Ekko adjusted your unconscious body in his arms, carrying you with ease. "Probably MDMA or something," he muttered. "We should tell Sevika."

Jinx hummed, tapping her fingers against her hip as she walked beside him. "Yeah… I guess we should."

She glanced down at you, her smirk lingering.

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #lesbian #sevika x reader #wlw #wuh luh wuh #sissormetimbers #sevika x you #sevika x y/n

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lichenes · 5 months ago

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I heard you were begging for Silco asks and I will take literally anything.

Jealous Silco or Jealous Reader (bonus points if Silco doesn't notice that someone is hitting on him)

I also feel like Silco would be an amazing dance partner/classical waltz style or some intimate partner dance but would only ever do it in private.

Silco with a reader who is maternal with Jinx ❤️

Smut or fluff, whatever you feel like writing I just want to treat that man right 👍

To all the anons that requested Silco i will be getting on that soon!! Now I present to you: Silco looking for a mum for Jinx, any takers?

This gif has such a fucking GRIP on me it's driving me insane. How can pixels be SO F I N E. Anyway per your request anon this is Silco x reader x (kinda) platonic!Jinx :D!! SILCO DESERVES SO MUCH LOVEEEE. I don't care if he commited like... actual war crimes, what does AIR mean to my LUNGS. CW: brief cursing!! not much besides that, pretty tame, kinda ooc.... sorri... wc: 1261 . * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ . * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚. * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚. * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚. * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

The Zaunite air was filled with an unrelenting heaviness. Each day, despite Silcos best efforts, the food was getting scarcer and people were more and more scared. It wasn’t ever too much. He could handle it no doubt. Right?

Jinx was sitting on his desk and talking his ear off.

She was enjoying her time with him while Silco was quietly taking care of some documents. Spending time together with Jinx was one of the few things he enjoyed in life. Sure, his unique appearance made many women drawn to him and most people in Zaun felt nothing but respect for the man but he never developed anything meaningful, anything… tangible. Aside from Jinx he had no one.

The stream of words being let out of Jinx at, at least, 200 words per minute stopped when there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” Said Silco with his usual sombre tone. He always filled the room with a certain coldness few were able to tolerate or enjoy, for that matter. Sevika entered the room. “Someone wants to talk to you.”

He nodded, giving her permission to let them in.

During the conversation with whoever was sitting on the other side of the desk Jinx kept returning to the thought that brushed by her mind that morning. Shouldn’t someone as undoing as a daughter have a mother by her side? Jinx was good. Good at what she did, good at killing and even better at creation. She lacked the maternal hand that was supposed to lead her through life even if she wasn’t exactly aware of what she was looking for she needed someone to guide her through her life.

On the other hand, Silco, the effective ruler of Zaun, didn’t have anyone to share the parental burdens of life with. The swooning crowd of power-hungry women in the city weren’t a good choice for a mother. Not for someone as unpredictable as Jinx.

Jinx was convinced you fell from heaven for her, how could he not see it? A godsend perfect for what she needed.

The Last Drop was busy. People talking, the air stuffy with Zaunite tensions, dilemmas and the smoke being extruded out of the lungs of many. He noticed you before, an everyday woman, providing her parents with whatever they needed in their old age. He didn’t do many of the job interviews himself, his lesser henchmen took care of that, but the barkeep of The Last Drop was the person he came to care for.

“You’re hired.” He said at the end of your chat.

You were used to people chatting you up while you were behind the bar, an additional drink, boredom or true infatuation were all at play here. Never… this. “What can I get you?” You said when someone took the only free stool at the bar. When they didn’t answer you so you turned around to check them out. If they were a danger to the well being of the people inside or the bar itself you’d rather they threatened the guards than you.

What transpired was truly bizarre. You expected to see anyone here, Sevika in a foul mood, Jinx with a gun to your head or even one of the lesser lackeys of the many people running this city. Silco? Silco was last on your list.

You froze in place almost dropping the pint you were holding. Quickly you put it on the counter in front of the person who ordered it and turned your attention to him. He looked at you with an unusual intent, normally when you’d look over to his usual spot he’d be smoking and surveying the room with his ice-cold vision, today there was… need.

You were stuck in place not being able to even utter a word in such presence. After a moment more of scaring you into an early grave he spoke. “Come to the back, someone will take your place for tonight.” Suddenly terror turned into anxiety. “Am I being replaced?” He only stood up and went around the bar to presumably accompany you there.

Your heart was pounding and your hands were sweaty, this could be your execution you realised. Your mind was going a million miles a minute, combing through all your wrongdoings and if you were eligible for any pardon.

He didn’t enjoy that scared expression on your face, he enjoyed them on most people with exception to Jinx and well… you. “Nothing to be afraid of, lady.” Said Jinx toying with her gun. That definitely didn’t mitigate your concerns. “She’s right.” Said Silco somehow appearing behind you. You jumped at his sudden intrusion into your personal space.

Explaining what they wanted was certainly difficult. You had a lot of questions regarding your new position as a… babysitter for Jinx? You’d never say that out loud for fear of swift death. The payment was lucrative as well so you decided on accepting the offer. At the end of the talk you were more or less familiarised with what this job entailed, along with being a co-parent to Silco, you were to be on their beck and call, still you retained the position of the barkeep.

As all people you were a bit afraid of Jinx. Looking at her she was inconspicuous, the braids giving her a child-like wonder look to her. Underneath you could feel a profound sadness sitting inside of her and you were determined to make this weird little fucked up family a happy one at least.

You were happy to tend to wounds, look after The Last Drop when needed and listen to Jinx talk for hours. With time, Silco grew fond of you. Your mannerisms of a caring and doting parental figure, despite all which burdened you, would soon make him swoon.

One night after closing when you were wiping down tables Silco walked in, in an unusually good mood. He leaned on one of the clean tables. “Hello. How was your day?” You asked mindlessly, not noticing him inching closer and closer to your figure. Nobody else was in the room when it all happened.

You weren’t the best at concealing your growing affection towards Silco. The longing stares weren’t doing you any good and the fact that somehow he kept catching you was even worse. You were sure your position was soon to be terminated.

He spun you around and caged your body between his own. His breath was warm and falling just over your chest. “Silco?” You dared.

“You make me sick with worry sometimes.” He was… smiling? Silco was smiling? You couldn’t make anything out, your head was spinning from the proximity and his cologne. “Look at me.” He demanded grabbing your chin and tilting it upwards. “I’ve got a question.” You nodded. “Do you want to dance?” You were stunned.

The tables were moved to the sides as Silco put a few coins into the jukebox and began striding towards you with the delicacy and grace of a cat. You put your arm on his shoulder and grasped his other one. He led you around the room to the song being played and amidst the growing tension, brought his lips to yours, hesitantly. The kiss was magical, you could feel yourself rising above the roof when he finally closed the gap. You reciprocated the kiss and as the song faded away he put his hands on your cheeks trying to get as close to you as possible.

He thought he’d lost the spark and now, here you were.

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#x reader #fluff #writing #silco #silco x reader #arcane silco #silco and jinx #silco x reader x platonic!jinx

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ghostchilismoothie · 2 years ago

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I took my friends on a vacation to this nice desert town and it turns out there were big worms with a desire to kill (Sat 9/30 7 pm est)

i have described Last Train Outta Wormtown in a variety of ways.

its like if dead by daylight was tremors and also cartoony goofy

like Jackbox but worms

and also like King of the Castle in you get more customization options if you buy it

and you have Among Us tasks

what it actually is without comparing it to other games is that it is an asymmetrical Sandworm vs cowboys game where the Pardners have the goal of fueling the train, finding the key, and destroying the leftover train cars on the train track to escape the canyon. The worms have the goal of chomping on the Pardners and keeping them from completing their tasks. the worms can only see the pardners when theyre moving on the sand (like dune!) featuring (l-r): @flagninja,@malatruse,@idkhowtomakeaname, @theshitpostcalligrapher, @hexfruit, @jarpened

its sure to be a chaotic and fun time! come worm with us!

twitch_live

#jinx does streaming #last train out of wormtown

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wolvwa · 8 months ago

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Streamer au Izuku playing dress to impress.

It's cannon.

fem reader (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Sometimes, he begs you to play with him.

"Girl you are not eating.."

"You don't even have skin yet be real."

"Thank you for the five gifted, Deku's....!"

You don't let him finish reading that, and he's very grateful. Overall, his chat is normal, and you two are clipped everywhere on tiktok. Especially when he screams out rigged (and it very much is.)

"Chat we are getting podium today!"

"Dont jinx it baby, please."

He did jinx it.

"Get off of our stage right now girl you did not even touch the plate."

CLIPPPPEEDDDD!!!!

He doesn't spam pose, he has all his posed favorited in order and syncs with you.

When you two finally do get podium, he's cheering and very quickly running off screen to hug you. That's clipped, too. It's either a ship edit or an edit starting with him going "TOLD YALL WE SLAYEDDD!!"

You two make Ochako or Katsuki join you sometimes.

Katsuki is surprisingly good and gets podium almost every time. He thinks it's rigged when he doesn't which makes for a loud ass fucking stream. If it's the same theme he's done, he is not doing the same fit.

Ochako is more calm on the other hand.

"Aw.. you all did great, ggs!" The ggs is a little forced with the people who didn't even try..

I think she's more prone to getting 4th and 3rd place😭

Katsuki is so aggressive reading chat everybody loves him. Show him and edit and he's staring at the screen like.

'...what'

And

'DAMN RIGHT I SERVED CUNT!'

Don't get me started on horror games with these bitches. Most insane sleepover trio.

Everyone's screaming for different reasons. Izuku is floating cause Ochako accidently touched him when she accidentally floated her phone. Bakugou isn't scared, he's just mad you're all being babies. And that you went to try getting Izuku down after sitting to him the whole time.

After stream, Izuku is happily enjoying sleep over time with you all. Katsuki takes over his bed, and you decide to take over his takeover. To which you two have a screaming match. Ochako is fine with her little floor bed while Izuku is panicking on where to sleep.

Would Kaachan really let him sleep in the same bed?

Yes

Katsuki makes Izuku sleep at the bottom

"It's my bed...but okay😒"

You made Ochako join so you two are cuddled against the wall while you hold hands with Izuku from your new long distance relationship 💔

Katsuki grumbles to himself about letting you idiot keep him up so lage and presses his back against yours. He's very warm so you have absolutely no complaints.

Izuku very much does, though.

#—wolfarambles #wolfa.txt #bnha x reader #bnha #mha izuku #izuku midoriya #streamer au #sassy man apocalypse #platonic or romantic #bakudeku x reader #?#izuocha #???

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sadnessrainbow1 · 7 months ago

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Game

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This girl went so deep, it felt like you couldn’t take it much longer. Jinx loved to play with you, especially when you were tied up, panting, your panties soaked, whimpering while trying to hold back your moans and other details. The game this time? You had to keep quiet, or she'd stop. You got the message loud and clear, but it was so hard... so damn hard when she was doing everything to make you fall apart and give in.

"You're not very good at this game..." Jinx teased, even though she wasn’t the one who had to keep it together. After all, she was in control.

You were about to respond but hesitated for a second before finally saying, "...It-it’s easy for you to say from there."

The more you held back, the more Jinx pushed forward. One thing she loved about this game? Your sweet tears of pleasure, your cute little whining — God, it was all so adorable to her. So she played her final card, thanks to an idea you gave her. You hadn't made a noise yet — no moans, at least — but no one said Jinx had to keep a steady pace. So, she slowed her fingers down and then, with a wicked grin, slid her two soaked fingers inside you for your entry.

That was enough to make your hips buck, chasing after more, even though you knew the more intense it got, the harder it'd be to keep quiet. Your thighs trembled with the effort of trying to hold back. But when Jinx realized what you were doing — pushing the boundaries she'd set — she smacked your left thigh, hard enough to sting but so good... so good that you finally let out a delicious moan, like music to her ears.

But your bliss didn’t last long. True to her word, Jinx pulled her fingers away.

“No!” You would've done something if you weren’t tied up... Damn it! Does she think of every little detail before torturing you like this? Now here you are, tied up, dripping, your pussy practically begging for it.

“Haha... you couldn’t hold it in...” Jinx grinned, but she wasn’t done yet. As she watched you, trembling, with tears streaming down your face, she couldn't help but find you unbearably cute. So she leaned in and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, a little reward for being her precious toy.

But she was far from finished. The next game would be even harder... are you ready?

☆

Wc: 423

Small thing,but I hope u enjoyed this!

#arcane #jinx arcane #fanfic #lesbian #imagine arcane #x reader #jinx × fem!reader #jinx league of legends #jinx #jinx smut

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fluffy-fics · 3 months ago

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VI X Reader (PART 2)

BARTENDER VI MODERN AU (PART 2)

Part 1

(Vi x fem reader)

(INFO: Vi is 30, you are 30 too)

2 days had passed since your last trip to the bar, and you were ecstatic about today. Something inside you yearned for the smell of sweet cedar that had clung to Vi, and to see the way she expertly poured drinks. Something about the way light reflected off of her arms and biceps as she worked made butterflies jolt in your stomach.

You walk into the bathroom of your small apartment, staring into a mirror as you adjusted your hair and clothing to look perfect, as perfect as it was gonna be atleast.

You sigh, and flash yourself a smile, bounding outside the apartment complex and getting into your car, starting down the asphalted streets and keeping your eyes peeled for The Last Drop. Suddenly a flicker of green light up ahead caught your eyes as you traced letters across a wooden sign that spelled out the name of the bar. A sensation tingles up your spine as you survey the nearby parking lot for open spots, being a tad more packed then you would have expected.

You finally find an open spot, park, and feel cool air hit your face as you walk out of the veichle, eagerly walking, more like sprinting into the bar. The aroma of alcohol burns the back of your throat once more as you walk through the door, a crowded scene erupting into your vision. Your eyes scan the area, looking for the bartop, and when you find it the feeling of excitement within you stalls for a moment. There is no bartender behind the counter, only the colourful bottles of booze that illuminate the bar with life. You feel your body still push forwards towards the table, taking a seat at the same stool you sat at last time.

Your eyes search for any trace of Vi, hoping to see her hair peaking through the crowd, your nose hoping for just a small taste of the cedar that had entranced you last time. But as you turn around to face the bar, you feel a small tap on your shoulder. You whip around, hope streaming through your body as you see a light tattoo.

“Are you y/n?”

You freeze. How does this person know your name? Her outfit is interesting, a leather top with lacing in an X formation, long purple plaid pants underneath a large belt, accompanied by 2 long blue braids of hair. You froze as you saw a shape move behind her, but felt relieved as you realized it was just a small child, brown-orange hair with blue hair colour at the tips.

“Yeah? What’s it to you.” You respond, coming off much more hostile sounding than intended.

“I’m Jinx, Vi’s little sister. She has been gushing to me about you, but she hasn’t been feeling well. She’s being a HUGE baby about it, I really think it’s just a minor cold, but whatever.” Jinx hands you a small slip of paper, putting a hand on the little one’s head as she pulled on Jinx’s braids. You unfold the crisp paper, gazing at a phone number.

“Thank you.” You say, sighing with relief that Vi remembered about you as you put the number into your phone.

“Aaaaanny time- c’mon Isha.” She murmurs to the child, the two walking out of the bar. Hesistantly, you send a message to the number.

You: Vi? Is this the right number?

…

No response.

You: Hello?

…

Vi: Yeah, it’s Vi. I’m so sorry I couldn’t make our little date today, I felt really awful and didn’t want to make anybody else sick, especially you.

You: Its alright! Please don’t stress, I appreciate the thought and hope you feel better soon <33

Vi: Awhh~ thanks cupcake. I appreciate it. If you’d like to stop by sometime, maybe when I’m not as sick as I am, I’d love to have you over!-

You read the screen as an address gets sent. Your heartbeat picks up, and excitement wiggles through your stomach.

You: Can we meet soon? When do you think you’ll feel better??

Vi: Maybe on Friday, 6pm? I think this thing will blow over relatively quick.

You graze your schedule, seeing that you’d have to work earlier on Friday but should still have enough time to go home and get ready before 6.

You: Yeah! That works!

Vi: See you then, cupcake~

You don’t know why the word flusters you as much as it does, but you DO know that you love seeing, and hearing that word spoken to you, especially when Vi is the one saying it. Or writing it.

“I’ll see you soon.” You whisper to the phone, giddy with excitement once more, but ultimately hoping that this time you’d be able to meet up for sure.

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questionablecuttlefish · 21 days ago

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Jinx finds the great outdoors deeply unsettling because absolutely everything is unfamiliar - smells, sounds, textures, geography - and there's nowhere recognizable for her to hide and skulk and sneak and do Jinx things.

Riding horses freaks her out because there's social etiquette and rules and stuff about how that's supposed to work, but an animal doesn't give predictable responses like a machine does and she doesn't know how to 'make it work'.

Riding unusual animals like, say, a rhinoceros, a giant beetle, or a dragon, though, Jinx would be totally down, because she's just gonna jump on the thing, cackling, hold on and see what happens. Totally different!

Lux loves travel, journeys and the road. She loves camping, hiking, telling stories around the fire, riding her horse, bathing in streams and campfire cooking.

Traveling with her brother and his regiment and training for battle with Kahina are some of her best memories and some of the few times in her life when she almost felt free of the stifling world she was raised into.

She's good at all the courtly manners and social etiquette because she's had to be but she's masking hard the whole time and would rather be anywhere else. Especially a library, an old ruin, or a village market.

She feels much more comfortable 'among the commonfolk' because that's where she feels Demacia's real heart and community. It's something she yearns to be a part of, is cut off from by her privilege and social status, and finally finds, eventually, in Terbisia.

#lightcannon #lux #luxanna crownguard #jinx x lux #arcane #arcane netflix #lol jinx #league of legends #arcane jinx #ao3 fanfic #jinx

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jhyoos · 4 months ago

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Dreams Come True

Chapter 2: Ain’t It Funny?

modern au! hockey star! vi x idol! reader

summary: reader finally debuts and so does vi’s hockey career.

notes: thank you everyone for the likes on chapter 1! im forever grateful! your debut song is eung eung by apink

chapters: one, two, christmas special, three, four, five

The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-the ceiling windows of the practice room caught the streaks of your newly dyed and styled hair. You barely noticed, too focused on the beat of the music echoing through the room. Your movements sharp, deliberate, a reflection of the countless hours you’d poured into perfecting every detail of the choreography.

It’s been a year since Vi broke up with you and your debut was a few weeks away. The past year has been nothing but training, practicing, filming the music video and singing in the studio. You loved every second of it especially since you’ve got to spent it with Mel, who was now your roommate.

Everything about you had changed

Your hair, now a honey blonde to match with your girl group concept, but you loved it. It matched you perfectly and the way the stylist styled it made you love it even more.

The shy yet unsure trainee from a year ago was gone, replaced with someone confident, determined, and unyielding.

“(Y/N), let’s take a break,” Mel called, tossing you a water bottle. You caught it and sank onto the floor, leaning against the mirrored wall. Mel plopped down beside you, just as sweaty but somehow still composed.

“You’re gonna kill it,” Mel said, nudging your shoulder. “We all are. This group wouldn’t be the same without you.”

You gave a small smile, though your thoughts wandered. Over the past year, you’ve thrown yourself into work, and it had paid off. You’d managed to finish your senior year online, earning your diploma in the midst of grueling rehearsals.

But the cost had been steep. You haven’t spoken to Vi since the night of your fight. You cut ties completely, deleting Vi’s number, ignoring her messages, and avoiding the hockey rink on campus like the black plague. The one exception was her little sister, Jinx.

You and Jinx had stayed in touch, her chaotic energy and blunt humor was a strange comfort to you during the hardest days.

Vi’s knuckles tightened around the edge of the rink’s barrier as the shrill sound of coach’s whistle echoed through the air. The icy chill of the arena bit at her cheeks, but she barely noticed. Hockey had always been her escape, her channeling every emotion she didn’t have the words to express. This past year, it became her lifeline.

Her rise to fame was meteoric. Every game she played brought her closer to being a national icon. Sport channels ran highlight reels of her devastating slap shots and lightening fast reflexes. Articles praised her for her aggressive, no-nonsense playing style, calling her a future legend. Fans chanted her name at every match, holding up signs with slogans like “Vi the Viper”

But beneath all the accolades and the roaring crowd, Vi was suffocating.

Off the ice, her life was a stark contrast to the glory of the rink. She had shut herself off from almost everyone, retreating behind a wall of icy indifference. Ellie, her team captain, noticed it first.

“Vi you’re late again dude,” Ellie said one afternoon after practice, her tone exasperated.

Vi shrugged, tossing her gear into her locker. “What the big deal? I’m here aren’t I?”

“The big deal,” Ellie said sharply “Is that you’re not yourself. You’re snapping at everyone, skipping team meetings to fuck bitches, and whatever else you’re doing…it’s affecting the team and you clearly”

Vi didn’t answer. What could she say? She didn’t have the energy to explain the gnawing emptiness that had settled in her chest since she walked away from (Y/N).

She threw herself into hockey and nothing else . Relationships? She didn’t do those anymore. They were messy too much effort. Instead she indulged herself in the occasional fan hookups—fleeting, physical distractions with no strings attached.

The backstage area buzzed with frantic energy. Stylist and coordinators darted around, fixing last minute touches on hair, makeup and outfits. You sat in front of a massive mirror, your heart pounding as you stared at your reflection. Your shimmering gold and white stage outfit fit you perfectly, the intricate details catching the glow of the lights above.

You hair was curled into bombshell curls. It was a far cry from how you used to wear it, but it fit you so much. It fit the new version of yourself you had fought so hard to become.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, her hands gripping the edge of the vanity. “You’ve got this,” you whispered to yourself. “You’ve waiting for this moment your whole life.”

A ping broke through your thoughts, and you glanced at your phone. It was a message from Jinx.

Tinker ⚙️💙: I managed to get tickets! I can’t wait to see you!

A smile appeared on your face as you looked at the message. Before you could respond, your manager, Steb, opened the door to your group’s dressing room.

“It’s time. Let’s get it!”

You stood at your cue, beside your group members. Each member was a picture of poise, yet the air buzzed with nervous energy. You had all practiced for this moment relentlessly, and now it was finally here—your debut showcase.

You smoothed down your outfit, your fingers trembling slightly. You had never felt so ready, yet so terrified. You stole a glance at Mel, who was adjusting her mic and grinning like this was just another practice session. “You okay,” Mel asked, nudging you gently.

“I think I’m about to throw up,” you admitted with a shaky laugh.

Mel snorted “Don’t you dare. Not in these outfits. You’re gonna be amazing.”

Right on cue, the lights dimmed, the massive LED screens lit up with the group’s logo, and a promotional teaser video played, showcasing their intense training and concept behind their debut.

You stood offstage with your group, your heart hammering in your chest as the intro to your group song began. You looked at your members and nodded, each of them silently reassuring the other. Together you all stepped into the spotlight, the stage exploding with sound.

The music started, and you moved effortlessly into position with your group, your heart racing but your movements steady. The debut stage was every bit of dazzling as you imagined: the flashing spotlights, the booming bass that seemed to shake the air, and the sea of glowing lights from fans cheering for them.

Your voice cut through the instrumental, smooth and powerful as you sang the first verse. Your dance steps were sharp yet fluid, your stage presence magnetic. You waited your whole life, and nothing could break your focus.

Until your eyes scanned the crowd.

In the middle of the second verse, you just got done with your line, staring into the camera. But out of curiosity, you looked down at the front row, your eyes naturally drawn to Jinx’s bright excitable movements. You smiled briefly before turning your gaze to the rest of the audience. That’s when you froze for the briefest of moments.

There, beside Jinx, hidden beneath a hoodie and cap was her.

Vi.

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#vi fanfic #arcane season one #arcane fandom #vi arcane #singer #idol #x reader #vi headcanons #arcane fanfic #arcane #lesbians #bisexual #mel merdada #jinx arcane #jinx #vi and jinx

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