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solxamber · 6 months ago

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Hiii!! first time requesting and I absolutely love your white rabbit and angel one, but what about a jellyfish mc with the octavinelle trio and diasomnia group? Where their head empty an airhead but is actually really smart but gets distracted easily.

Octavinelle + Diasomnia with Airhead! Jellyfish! Reader

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was prepared for almost anything—except you. At first, your airheaded nature confounded him. You’d stare blankly into space during conversations, occasionally blurting out unrelated thoughts like, “Do you think stars get lonely?” or “What’s the difference between squid ink and octopus ink?”

To Azul, you seemed like an easy mark. Someone too scattered to notice loopholes in contracts or the fine print. But the first time he tried to rope you into a deal, you stared at the contract for an uncomfortably long time, then pointed out five contradictory clauses and suggested a more efficient way to write it.

Azul had never been so humiliated yet so intrigued. How could someone so spacey also be so sharp? He began inviting you to the Mostro Lounge under the guise of needing “assistance,” but it was just an excuse to pick your brain.

He’d grumble when you got distracted mid-conversation to follow a particularly shiny object, but he found himself watching you with a mix of exasperation and fondness. Your unconventional intelligence challenged him, and your whimsical nature softened the edges of his ambition.

Jade Leech

Jade found your airheadedness endlessly entertaining. At first, he mistook it for naivety, but when you casually corrected one of his mushroom classifications while admiring a random shell, he realized there was much more to you.

You fascinated him. The way your attention flitted from one thing to another like a butterfly, yet you still managed to come up with solutions to problems no one else could. Jade often tested your intelligence by subtly steering conversations into complex topics, only for you to surprise him with insightful answers delivered in the most absentminded tone.

“Jade, did you know the anglerfish has a symbiotic relationship with bacteria for its light?” you’d say, staring off into the distance. And just like that, Jade’s carefully laid plan to throw you off would unravel.

He enjoyed the unpredictability you brought into his life. Your head-empty demeanor paired with startling intelligence kept him on his toes, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Floyd Leech

“Oh, Shrimpy’s got no brain cells, huh?” That was Floyd’s first impression of you, and for a while, he treated you like his personal amusement. He’d throw random questions your way just to see what absurd answer you’d come up with.

But the day you absentmindedly explained the physics behind the Mostro Lounge’s faulty pipe system and how to fix it? Floyd was floored. His mouth hung open for a good five seconds before he burst out laughing. “You’re a sneaky little jellyfish, aren’t ya?”

From then on, Floyd decided you were his favorite. He’d sling an arm around your shoulders and drag you around, showing you off like his prize catch. “Shrimpy’s dumb-smart,” he’d declare to anyone who’d listen, grinning ear to ear.

He loved how unpredictable you were, never knowing if you’d say something brilliant or completely off-the-wall. Floyd thrived on chaos, and you were the perfect mix of calm airhead and hidden genius to keep him entertained. He might tease you endlessly, but deep down, he adored you for being unapologetically yourself.

Malleus Draconia

When Malleus first met you, he found your airheaded nature oddly calming. Unlike others, you didn’t seem intimidated by his presence. Instead, you’d blink at him in wide-eyed wonder before blurting out random thoughts like, “If dragons hoard treasure, do they also have snack stashes?”

At first, Malleus assumed your absentmindedness was due to a lack of understanding. But during one of your meandering conversations, you casually corrected his misconceptions about a historical event—one even he hadn't noticed. He realized you weren’t just carefree; you were deeply knowledgeable in your own peculiar way.

Your ability to switch between whimsical musings and sharp observations fascinated him. He found himself seeking you out for your unique perspective, even if you occasionally got distracted by a passing butterfly mid-discussion.

“Child of Man, you are quite… unique,” he’d say with a soft smile, finding solace in your unorthodox approach to life.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia thought you were adorable. Your head-empty demeanor reminded him of the carefree youths he’d seen in his centuries of life. He’d often pop out of nowhere to startle you, laughing when you gasped and then immediately got distracted by a question like, “Why is it called a jump scare if I didn’t jump?”

But it didn’t take long for Lilia to notice the flashes of brilliance hidden behind your seemingly aimless chatter. You’d drop profound insights into conversations as if they were afterthoughts, leaving him pleasantly surprised.

“Oh-ho! You’re sharper than you let on, aren’t you?” he’d tease, ruffling your hair affectionately.

He loved how unpredictable you were, and he often encouraged your tangents just to see where your mind would wander. To Lilia, you were a delightful enigma—one that made his long life all the more entertaining.

Silver

Silver appreciates your calm presence, even if he sometimes struggled to keep up with your wandering thoughts. He’d sit quietly as you mused about the stars or wondered if birds dream, finding your voice soothing no matter how odd the topic.

He initially thought you were simply a kind but scatterbrained individual. However, when you offhandedly helped him improve his sword stance with an unexpectedly insightful comment, he realized there was more to you than met the eye.

“You notice things most people overlook,” he said, his tone soft with admiration. From then on, he started paying closer attention to your words, knowing they often carried hidden wisdom.

Silver respected your unique way of thinking and found comfort in your presence, even when you got distracted mid-sentence. To him, you were a gentle yet brilliant soul, someone who brought unexpected light into his life.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek was baffled by you. At first, he couldn’t fathom how someone so easily distracted could survive at Night Raven College, much less so many Overblots. He’d often lecture you, only for you to nod absentmindedly and then ask something completely unrelated, like, “Do crocodiles ever get lonely?”

It drove him up the wall. He thought you lacked focus, which was unacceptable to him. But then, during a heated argument about magical theory, you calmly pointed out a flaw in his reasoning that left him speechless.

Sebek stared at you, wide-eyed, before clearing his throat and crossing his arms. “Hmph! I see you’re not as oblivious as you appear,” he muttered, trying to mask his begrudging respect.

Despite his initial frustrations, Sebek grew to admire your hidden intelligence. He’d still scold you for your airheaded tendencies, but deep down, he appreciated your unique perspective and the unexpected wisdom you brought to the table.

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ideaazautomation · 16 days ago

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alg3a · 7 months ago

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auspicious (pt. 1)

jayce x f!reader x viktor / jayvik x f!reader

4k, sfw for now, no use of y/n

description: Viktor and Jayce’s new lab assistant is the hottest topic at a council gala. After defending herself all night, an accidental confession leads to tension in the workplace.

warnings: suggestive content, brief and light misogyny (don’t worry), manipulative reader, lab assistant dynamic, basically the last third is foreplay.

a/n: This is my first ever tumblr fic! If you guys would like, i will add an nsfw second part.

Update: second part added!

Say what you will about Councilor Salo, but his galas never disappointed. There must have been three hundred of the city’s most influential people scattered about the grand ballroom, which stretched further than you could see with your naked eye. It was the first you’d ever seen of these exquisite parties, and you silently hoped that it wouldn’t be the last.

You’d been the lab assistant of the two Hextech partners for around three months now. With the public eye being enthralled with the activities of the two intelligent scientists, it wasn’t long before the spectacle included you, their pretty new lab assistant. You were in your final year in the academy’s undergraduate program and had been a promising enough engineering student to be hired by Viktor and Jayce. Your name was a prevalent one in every inventor’s competition and innovator’s fair, so naturally they had heard of you before your interview. From what you heard, there were nearly fifty other applicants (mostly girls) and yet they hired you on the spot. Naturally, once this story aired, the press was obsessed with you. Piltover Gazette did an entire piece on you about a month into your employment.

With all the attention, Jayce thought it might be a good idea for you to tag along at galas and parties as the plus-one of both men. They never brought dates, so the position was always wide open. Although, Jayce did usually leave with a plus-one.

You wore a deep red sleek gown with a plunging neckline and an absent back. The men matched their ties to your dress, but the rest of their outfits were mostly black and ivory. It wasn’t long before you were whisked away to the dancefloor by influential older men, who talked your ear off about how lucky you must find yourself to be shadowing two promising young inventors. You cringed each time you heard it. You were certainly lucky to have landed the position, but the way they phrased it made it seem like you were some teenage girl who was asked to the school dance by the two cutest boys in school. It wasn’t as trivial as that. Each day, you worked tirelessly alongside their genius minds to find solutions to real world problems using Hextech. You and Viktor spent countless nights asleep on opposite ends of the worn lab couch so that you could continue working at any hour.

Eventually, you grew tired of the misogyny from older male benefactors. You’d done enough socializing for the night, now it was time to patronize the open bar.

You found a spot between a woman in a gold dress and a man in a white tuxedo and asked the bartender politely for a whiskey sour. Once you finished speaking, the man in the white tuxedo turned to you.

“I recognize you,” he said, the scent of his aftershave mixing with the alcohol on his breath. “You’re the Hextech girl, aren’t you? I read your article in the Gazette.”

You sighed as the bartender handed you your drink, pressing a polite smile to your lips with the exhale. “Yes, that’s me. It’s a pleasure.” You hold out your hand and he brings it to his lips with a kiss longer than you would have liked.

“The pleasure is all mine, dear,” he said, setting his glass down. “You know, it’s very uncommon for an undergraduate girl to land such an auspicious spot amongst lead researchers at the academy.”

Here we go again. In the time it takes for him to finish the same spiel you’d heard all night, you finish your drink in one continuous sip. You punctuate the end of his sentence by putting your glass down roughly on the counter.

“Yes, I’m incredibly lucky,” you say, your polite smile turning vaguely murderous. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jayce and Viktor approaching the bar.

“Enough prattle from me,” the man says and holds out his pasty hand once more. “I think it’s time for a dance.”

“Are we interrupting?” Jayce asks, his usual charming smile adorning his chiseled face.

“Not at all!” The man in white says, jovially. No doubt feeling blessed to speak to the men whose egos he spent the last five minutes stroking.

“In fact you came at the perfect time,” you say, smushing yourself between Jayce and Viktor, and wrapping your arms around their arms, emboldened by the alcohol and desperate for a way out of this conversation. “We were just discussing how positively fortunate I am to be working for two accomplished, ambitious, handsome young inventors.”

Viktor furrows his eyebrows at you, then looks back up at Jayce. “Is that so?” He asks, suspicion dancing in his eyes.

“Yes,” you nod emphatically, then bring your attention back to the man in white. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry I’ll have to decline your offer to dance. But I’m sure you understand. When a young woman like myself is called upon by men so far above my humble station, I simply must recognize how—what was the word you used earlier—how auspicious my position is.”

The man seems lost in your rambling, but you notice Jayce and Viktor smiling at one another and avoiding the man’s gaze.

“Ehem, well alright,” the man says, finally. “You three have a pleasant night.”

“Thank you,” Jayce says, his smile becoming a smirk. “We will.”

Jayce places his hand on your lower back and guides you away as Viktor follows, now placing his weight on his cane.

“Are we missing something?” Viktor asks.

“We came to check up on you,” Jayce said. “That guy at the bar was eyeing you like you were his next cocktail.”

“Gross,” you shudder at the thought. Jayce’s hand rubs the exposed skin of your lower back gently. Your eyes dart toward the ground at the sudden awareness of the intimacy of the touch. You shrug off the chill heading up your spine. “Please, never invite me to one of these again. I’ve heard enough old men insinuating that I’m the lab’s little piece of ass.”

“They’re saying that?” Viktor said sharply, stopping in his path as he turned to face you, his hand on your shoulder.

“Well, not exactly that, but practically every conversation is monopolized by my male counterpart lecturing me on what a privilege it is to spend my days ogling at you two.”

Jayce snickers a bit, but Viktor shoots him a stern look.

“That’s highly inappropriate. I’m terribly sorry you experienced such a blatant display of the antiquated beliefs these upper houses hold.” Viktor shakes his head as if he is shaking off the experience like a dog drying off.

“Vik and I were just talking about leaving, anyway,” Jayce says, his hand resuming its ministrations on your back. “We can call a car and go, just say the word.”

You look around the room and remember the reason you’re here in the first place. Galas are the primary way for the two inventors at either side of you to network and receive funding for their projects. Jayce abhorred the politics and the whole reason exhausted, introverted Viktor even bears the social tedium of these parties when he’d rather be slaving away in the lab is because he knows none of their ventures can be broadened without doing the dance. In a singular moment you realize that if they can stomach the routine dreariness of the social game that these parties provide, so can you. You are their prized assistant after all.

“It's okay,” you shake your head. “It’s really not that bad.”

“Are you sure?” Viktor asks, his head tilting.

“Yes, I’m sure,” you nod. “I just have to get used to the manner at which these sorts of events go on. But I can do it. If you’ll recall, adaptability was a strength on my resume.”

This earns a laugh from both of the men. Jayce removes his hand from your lower back to rub your shoulder softly. “I think we glossed over that part.”

Viktor stops laughing suddenly, which elicits a raised eyebrow from you.

“What?” You ask, your eyes darting between Viktor and Jayce. Jayce’s lips press together in a tight seal as if he caught himself letting something slip. “What do you mean?”

Just in time to save them from the obviously impending awkward situation, a man in an all black suit approaches.

“Gentlemen, if I may borrow your lovely assistant for a dance–”

You felt your cheeks growing hot with every word he spoke. You were so incredibly tired of old men here thinking they could just ask politely and receive your body to use in whatever stupid waltz they wanted to try their hand at. “Gods, I don’t–”

“My apologies,” Jayce said, interrupting what he was sure would be an outburst on your part. “I’m afraid our lovely assistant is spoken for, for the rest of the night.”

Viktor punctuated his sentence with a nod and a gentle squeeze of your upper arm.

“I see,” the man said, his face betraying his civility. “Well, find me if that changes.”

As soon as the man was out of earshot, Viktor released your arm. “Call that car, Jayce.”

“On it,” he said, already beginning to make his way to the front of the ballroom.

“I’ve been where you are,” Viktor said, his nimble fingers trailing downward from where he had been squeezing your arm. He lifts your hand and places it on his wrist so that you cling to him as the two of you walk toward the exit together. “When I was Heimerdinger’s assistant, I was often undermined. Although, I had the distinct privilege of not being a beautiful young woman. While I can relate to your frustration, the misogyny and objectification you’re experiencing aren’t exactly things Jayce and I have experienced. But we’re going to do our best to quell it for you.”

You look up at him and find his hardened expression fixed on the door. “Thank you.” Those two words will suffice for now, but Viktor’s promise warms your heart in ways that a simple thank you cannot express.

Jayce finds the two of you as you exit into the grand hallway. “Car’s waiting outside.” He takes his coat off and drapes it over your shoulders, not paying much attention to your hand on Viktor’s arm.

The three of you pile in the back of the limousine. You sit sandwiched between the two men, relishing in the warmth radiating from their bodies after the few steps outside in the cold night. Viktor stretches his leg outward in the spacious backseat while Jayce leans back and groans. Clearly you aren’t the only one exhausted from the antics of the night.

“Where will I be taking you three?” The driver asks, his eyes visible in the rearview mirror.

“Two stops, if possible,” Jayce speaks up, leaning forward once more to be heard better. “The laboratory block of the academy and the East Dormitories.”

“You guys are going to the lab? It’s almost midnight.” You ask, turning to Jayce before realizing how the proximity of the backseat brings your face so close to his.

“Always work to be done,” Jayce says, glancing over your face before giving you a little more space. “But don’t worry, you’ve had a long night. You don’t need to do any assisting again until tomorrow morning.”

You look over at Viktor momentarily, to see him staring out the window as the car begins to move.

“If it’s alright, I think I’d like to go to the lab, too,” you say, softly. You can’t help but feel as though you’re inviting yourself to some clandestine meeting, as if you don’t have as much of a reason to be at the lab as they do.

Jayce looks over at Viktor, not for confirmation but for something else. Humor, maybe?

“Of course,” Jayce smiles softly. He shifts his attention to the driver again. “On second thought, just take us to the labs, please.”

The driver nods as he picks up speed and peels out of the driveway. For some reason, your heart pounds. It isn’t abnormal for you and the two men to stay ridiculously late at the lab. In fact, it’s more common than leaving before midnight.

You become suddenly aware of the long slit that opens your deep red dress, and you cross your legs.

“Jayce I wanted to ask you something,” you say, mustering up the courage to recall the slip-up from earlier. “What did you mean when you said you glossed over my resume?”

“Well…” Jayce looks over at Viktor, which makes you do the same. Now he’s definitely paying attention, his eyebrows two firm lines scrunched above his angular nose.

Viktor finally decides to chime in, and you know exactly why: Jayce isn’t a good liar.

“We had lots of applications,” Viktor said. “You know that.”

“Yeah, but…then why did you hire me?”

“You had a very promising interview,” Viktor says, now avoiding eye contact.

“You’re lying to me,” you say, more accusatory than you meant it to be.

“We should just tell her, Vik,” Jayce mutters, almost under his breath. In response, Viktor’s hard expression softens. Perhaps out of relief?

“Tell me what?”

“Fine,” Viktor says, finally, with an exhausted sigh. “I’m too tired to persuade you against it.”

Jayce puts a hand so low on your thigh that it’s almost on your knee. “First, it’s important that you know that we would have hired you regardless. You’re so incredibly talented and you’ve been such a good assistant; we have no doubt in our minds that you’re the perfect person for this job.”

“Regardless of what, Jayce?”

“A little help, Vik?” Jayce asks after a sigh of helpless frustration.

“We sent everyone else home after your interview,” Viktor said, still looking out of the window, his arm resting on the ledge of the door, fidgeting with the handle. “When we saw you for the first time, we decided we wanted to see you more often.”

“What?” You feel your face growing hot. Anger? Something else entirely?

“The first note I wrote during your interview just said ‘beautiful,’ and I don’t think I wrote anything down after that,” Jayce admitted.

“You can’t be serious,” you say at a volume so low it might be a whisper. Anger. Definitely anger. “All night…all night I was swatting away guys who were objectifying me…accusing me of just being your pretty little assistant. I thought it was just misogyny. I thought they just couldn’t believe a girl was capable of keeping up with you two…but apparently they were right.”

“That’s not the case, at all,” Viktor said, louder than you’d ever heard him. “It couldn’t be further from the truth. We weren’t objectifying you. You deserve respect for your accomplishments, and those accomplishments are numerous.”

“He’s right, it’s not like we just hired you to look at,” Jayce said, trying to reconcile the situation. “And it’s not like I didn’t write notes during your interview because there wasn’t anything to write. I stopped writing because I was captivated by you.”

Suddenly the weight of the situation falls onto you, all at once. These men, your bosses, your best friends, the two smartest, most accomplished scientists in Piltover…they were attracted to you.

“For three months?” You ask, softly, more to yourself than to them.

“Yes,” Viktor answered. “We understand if you’re upset with us.”

The car slowed to a stop against the curb of the laboratory building of the academy.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to go into the lab anymore,” Jayce said, beginning to lean forward and opening his mouth to address the driver. “Hey, sorry, could you–”

“No,” you say, your words final. “I’m going into the lab with you.”

Your lips are a deep red firm line. Your eyes are unreadable, and neither of the boys can tell what you’re thinking. Even you hardly know, but one thing is certain: you find yourself in an auspicious position. You didn’t need the two boys to validate you for everything listed on your resume. They knew you were intelligent, and more importantly, you knew. What you didn’t know is that they found you beautiful. So much so that they hired you just to see you more often.

You’d spent the whole night trying to defend your own honor, being shaken by men with accusatory, wandering hands. More than that, you’d spent the night wandering awkwardly for the benefit of your bosses. Now, it was time to return the favor.

“If you’re sure,” Jayce said, pushing open the car door and stepping out onto the curb, holding it open for you as Viktor exited through the other door. As you brushed past Jayce, you let his coat fall delicately down your shoulders, revealing the deep backline of the dress.

You turn over your right shoulder, just enough for your face to be past profile, and narrow your eyes at him. “I’m sure.”

Once Viktor is out of the car, the three of you walk toward the large glass doors that lead to the lobby of the laboratory building. You stop in front of the keycard sensor and watch as Viktor pats down his pant pockets in search of his key card.

“Sorry, one second,” he says.

You approach him, with no sound but the clicking of your heels on the cold pavement below, and slide your hand into his coat pocket. You watch his jaw clench, never taking your eyes off his face as you pinch the plastic card between your pointer and middle finger. You pull it out like a cigarette before waving it in front the boys’ faces and tapping it against the small metal sensor. It beeps with a green flash and you hand the card back to Viktor. Neither of them says a word.

You enter through the glass doors, but at the lack of footsteps behind you, you turn around. The men still stand, staring at you, mouths slightly agape.

“What?” You ask. “Aren’t you coming?”

Jayce coughs, as if fighting something in his throat, then takes a few steps forward and follows you.

You press the call button on the elevator and wait as the boys stand on either side of you.

“If you’re upset with us, please say so,” Viktor said, his voice bordering pleading.

“Upset?” You tilt your head to look up at the man beside you. Even in heels they were both taller than you. “Do I look upset?”

“I–uh well, I am not sure. You look…focused.”

You were definitely focused. Yes, you were playing with them. Wasn’t it only fair that you return a bit of the awkwardness provided by their sudden confession in the car? This was you getting even for that embarrassment, and you’d soon be getting even for the long-kept secret, as well.

“Strange,” you say as the elevator door opens before you. You step in and turn to face the door. “Jayce, press four.”

He does as you say.

“And how do you think I look, Jayce?” You ask, your eyes shifting toward him in the confined space of the elevator. He repeats that same little choked cough from before, except now it sounds closer to him clearing his throat.

“I think you look very good.”

You smile at him. Not a kind one, but the sort of condescending smile one gives a child who gave the wrong answer. A cute answer, though.

“Thanks,” you say, your eyes returning back to the door. “But I was asking if you thought I looked angry.”

The door beeps open and you are the first to leave. As you walk down the long hallway, you hear the boys walking a yard behind you. They’re nervous, that much you can sense on the cold bare skin of your back.

You stop at the lab door at the end of the hall and wait for the boys to catch up. It’s the biggest lab on the fourth floor.

Viktor now has his keys at the ready and unlocks the large wooden door, then holds it open for you to enter before the two boys. How spoiled you are.

You saunter into the lab, letting Jayce’s coat fall all the way down your shoulders before draping it on a stool next to the counter. They attempt to ignore you, bee-lining toward their desks in the lab but you catch each time their eye wanders to you on the opposite side of the room. Often they alternate, glancing over while the other is talking about the equations they're working through or the tools they need to assemble something. Every so often, they look over at you at the exact same time, following whispers you can’t quite make out, and when they do it is absolutely silent.

Meanwhile, you’re pouring the wine that you’ve been stashing in the cabinet meant for volatile chemical solutions. You’ve laid out three glasses, but you only fill the one in the middle. You sip from it slowly, your eyes peeking out from above the glass rim so you can catch them every time they look over at you.

“What are you doing?” Jayce asks, exasperatedly, finally.

“What do you mean?” You ask, and continue to sip your wine.

“We said we were sorry–”

“No, actually you didn’t.” You finish your glass and set it back down between the two empty glasses. “You said you understood if I was mad. And you tried to explain yourselves.”

“We are sorry,” Viktor said. “Terribly sorry. For lying, and for…objectifying you.”

“I thought you said it wasn’t objectification?” You said, still bitter despite the joy you extracted from teasing these poor boys.

“It doesn’t matter what we think we did or did not do,” Viktor said, the thickness of his accent swallowing his nervous words. “What matters is that you are hurt, and that we are terribly sorry.”

“I’m not hurt.”

“Eh…you’re not?” It wasn’t often that Viktor sounded confused, so you relished the question.

“No.”

“Then what’s wrong?” Jayce asked.

You poured wine into the two glasses on either side of your own and smiled as you looked down at the liquid filling them. You pushed the glasses toward them and raised your eyebrows expectantly. As if well trained, they walked over to you at the counter and picked up their glasses, taking small sips each.

“You could call it disbelief,” you said. “Or plain shock.”

“I understand that we sprung a lot on you all at once–” Viktor started to say, but you raised your hand.

“I’m not in disbelief because you’re attracted to me, Viktor, I’m far too self-assured for that.”

Jayce stifles a laugh.

“I’m in disbelief because I’ve wasted three months pretending not to be attracted to either of you,” you say, coming out from behind the counter and going to sit on the couch in the center of the room. You’d done an excellent job decorating their lab and had managed to make it feel like a home rather than a detention room.

“What are you saying?” Jayce asks, setting his glass down and stepping toward you. Viktor follows his example.

“I’m saying that if you had just told me ages ago that you two felt that way, I’d be laughing at the men who asked to dance with me tonight instead of clenching my fists. I’ve spent three months pushing aside any thought of you two outside of professional settings because I didn’t want to be the naive little lab assistant fawning over her bosses.”

A strap of your dress slips off of your left shoulder, and you let it.

“What a waste,” you scoff as you lean back into the cushions of the couch. You pick your hair up so that it falls over the cushions and cascades like a waterfall.

“So…” you watch as the gears in Jayce’s genius brain turn, “if we had told you sooner then–”

“Then you could have had me sooner.”

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occamstfs · 17 days ago

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Frat Friends

Three friends fall pray to fratdom and rapidly become the dumb, drunk, and horny bros they always hated.

Mixing it up with three short TF’s in one ! Vague continuation from Frat Founding, these post-grads take a load off and quickly grow into perfect specimen for Chad's masterplan. Enjoy! -Occam

Lucas, Aaron, and Kyle had been looking for some way to relax after a long week of grading undergrad assignments and struggling to meet the demands of their own self-important advisors. The post-grads landed on some chill card games so they’d spend at least some waking hours not staring at a screen. After a couple rounds Kyle’s eyes light up as he remembers something hiding in their fridge.

“Oh wait! One of those hellions left me some beers in office hours. Not sure what the deal was, seemed like a fifth year so he’s probably just bribing me. But hey, free beer’s free beer!” The trio laugh to avoid confronting their own tight purse strings. Kyle opens the pack of beers and offers them to the rest of his small crew and they are more than happy to accept.

Upon cracking open the cans bestowed by President of the Greek Life Council: Chad Becker, they find themselves far more intoxicated than a six-pack split three ways should leave them. Cards fall to the wayside as their minds are clouded with brain fog while the world material seems heightened. After an hour of laughing at each other's stumbled through stories, the three roommates depart to their own devices.

While Chad’s schemes had intended his whiny TA to have the six pack himself and see the world from his point of view instantly, from the first sip he had already begun walking the keg-lined path towards frathood. Split with his cohort, Kyle has simply brought more bright minds into the fold of fraternity. Soon all three will fall prey to Becker’s schemes.

His intended target is the first to go. Feeling guilty from drinking so early in the day, Kyle immediately retreats to his laptop to finish an assignment and check his email. Falling back into a recliner, he furrows his brow as he realizes he’s been logged out of his University portal. No problem of course, just an inconvenience. He groans to himself only a little louder than intended as his clumsy fingers go to try and log in.

The first attempt he forgets capslock, the second he just typos, he’s pretty sure? And after the third he’s simply locked out. Sighing, he rubs his face with sweaty palms, not noticing as his hands stretch wider across his face. What Kyle does feel as he leans forward, is his shirt suddenly riding up on his midriff. Pulling it back down with a forceful grunt, he feels it strain against his chest as his fatter fingers tickle against a sloppy treasure trail beginning to peak out of his boxers.

Glazed eyes shift from the screen down to his stomach as Kyle begins to feel more bloated than he has in his life to date. To his increasingly dimmed mind there’s only one solution to that, so when he feels gas begin to rise he simply lets burps fly. With each one his situation only becomes more dire.

Swiftly his shirt is strained as his thin stomach presses out into a well-earned beer belly. After the first couple burps his pale torso tans into a respectable sunkissed brown as he begins to pause in between every thick belch to laugh and congratulate himself. Finding pride in how manly the burps are to himself, his form grows more masculine in turn.

Fat biceps bulge into existence as he pulls his reshaping shirt up to expose his whole new gut. His laptop goes dim and he inspects his face as it shifts less intelligent, squaring into something rougher as his hair pulls into a more athletic cut. After a few seconds of posing in the dark screen, flexing as his pit hair shows well beyond the end of his tight shirt sleeves, he pauses. Just before he starts reaching for the growing bulge as it begins poking into this laptop he remembers he was supposed to be doing something.

His eyebrows knit together as they must any time Kyle tries to rub two brain cells together. Slamming a few keys to wake up his computer, his mouth falls open as he finds it locked. “Bruhhhh…” As if he fuckin’ remembers the password. Shit Chad’s gonna tear him a new one. In the meantime, Kyle decides he may as well keep the buzz going as he stumbles to his feet with a grunt and ambles to get a drink. Heading to the kitchen he scratches his ever-exposed midriff and yanks at his shorts to try and hide the boner bobbing in his shorts.

Well ahead of him, Aaron had left for the kitchen as soon as they went their own ways. In the meantime he had been looking high and low for the salad he knows he prepped earlier in the week. Instead the fridge seems to be filled with more leftovers and take out containers than the three of them would have in a week, most of them with Kyle’s name on them.

Back strained from bending over a fridge he didn’t remember being this messy, he straightens up and begins to fall backward as his vision blurs. The world spins as his mind is struck woozy. His shirt sleeve catches on the fridge and he spins to fall on his face. Seeing stars, Aaron pushes up off the floor with far more force than necessary. More force than he thought he could summon.

Paying no mind to the sweaty stain left on their suddenly dirty tile, he instead looks down at his upper body in shock as what seems to be pecs suddenly twitch on his chest. Straightening his arm and moving it into a flex in quick succession, he blushes as he sees a bicep slowly begin peaking on his twig of an arm.

Each frantic jerk sends more muscle pilling on as each of his bulging biceps suddenly amasses more strength than he had in the whole of his self moments prior. Grunting with growing pains, Aaron clenches his jaw to delight in the intense sensation of growth. As he does so his jawline squares and his chin juts out into a face almost comically sharp and macho, shadowed with stubble that will never truly leave.

Nor is his polished jaw the only place now decorated by evidence of his new virility. His cock hangs like a trunk in his new dirty boxers, lengthening before growing hard, his eyes almost cross as it nearly pokes out the bottom of his underwear. Pubes race onto his lower abs as pecs actively pulsing with growth are slowly prickled with new curls pushing out from his sternum and slowly encircling his larger nipples.

His itchy pits become something of a pièce de résistance as curls quickly coat his underarms. His grubby mitts can’t rush to scratch them fast enough as his few curls multiply and thicken. Feeling his crude fingers trail through the jungle of hair coated in almost viscous sweat, his expression twitches into an implacable smile as he remembers how he oh so enjoys forcing lesser men into his stinking pits.

Raising his hand to get a good sniff himself, he delights in the memories of dominating all those lesser men; wrestling with his bros, and getting worshipped in equal parts. One can almost see the static in Aaron’s eyes as he stands there chubbing up from his own musk and the image of some twink licking his pits clean as he slowly becomes a bro himself. But then his stomach grumbles and he shakes it off.

Huhhuh- yeah, he was finna eat before he got all hot and bothered by his manstink. Rushing to the fridge he looks once more for his lunch, carelessly knocking things over in pursuit of the chicken and rice he knows he mealprepped. Instead he finds a massive tankard of beer. Pursing his fat lips his mouth suddenly feels dry in a way that only demolishing a keg will fix. First come first serve-

Aaron’s still downing the drink when Kyle stumbles in in search of something he has already forgotten, “Bruhhhhh, I was savin’ that!” Aaron raises a bicep and flexes at his bro before quaffing the drink entirely and releasing a powerful burp that he knows would easily distract his bro from the apparently stolen beer. Buuuuuuurrp

Obviously it works and after his few moments of laughing Kyle scratches his exposed stomach and wonders aloud what he was looking for. “Uhhhh? Oh, fuccck yeah, duh- Bro, I got locked outta the laptop ‘n Chad reallyyyy wanted us to do sumthin with it today.” Setting the flagon down, Aaron frowns. He usually tried to avoid Chad’s mess, most of his free time goes to keeping his body built despite how he treats it. He certainly doesn’t have the frat log in.

He does however know who will know of course, “Dude, just go get Lucas?” Approximately two seconds after the idea hits his ears, Kyle’s eyes light up and he punches Aaron in the shoulder, “God you right! You’re so smart bro!” Only half smirking at the unearned compliment, Aaron leads Kyle into their living room. Unaware as the world changes in their wake.

Down the hall, at their intended destination, the world has already been irrevocably changed by their third roommate. Having two beers would usually make Lucas sleepy and whatever the frat bro supreme did to that six pack was more than enough to send the overworked TA immediately to bed. So swiftly in fact that he didn’t make it to his bedroom.

Knocking out on the couch, it changes almost as quickly as he does into a filthy futon. Beer stains its fabric almost as much as mysterious bodily fluids as it creaks under Lucas’ shifting weight. Now apparently racing his furniture, his physical changes begin outright as his personality is so easily manipulated in unconsciousness.

From the bottom up Lucas begins to grow. His face contorts as his feet are rapidly constricted by shoes that could no longer hope to fit, no-show socks race up his calves as his toes finally burst through his house shoes, immediately threatening to create holes in the strained fabric of the socks as well.

They are just as soon pushed back down as calves that barely had enough muscle for the thin man to get around suddenly pump larger as his mind dreams of running down a diamond. Dreaming of sprinting, his tibia lengthened uncomfortably as his legs stretch to expand his new baseball sized calves into something even greater. Ink seems to leak from his branded socks into his skin as tattoos web upward, spreading the change into the more impressive muscle group on his legs.

Disparate lines slowly merge together to create dragons as thighs that have been habitually underused surge with strength. Increasing from simply strong to something almost monstrous, his bulky thighs quickly eclipse his torso in size. His brow sweats as his lower body expands his legs into meaty pistons that could rival any professional cyclist’s. Though rarely would Luke ever deign to use them for anything besides self-glorification or getting a load off.

His blank expression twitches into a sinister smile as his hands drift to the bulge in his shorts as it begins to twitch awake as his dreams shift to something far from chaste. Quickly burgeoning into a size that his soft hands cannot handle, his hips hump into his hands as he chews on his lip from the ecstatic feeling of his upper body surging with growth, wont to join in on the fun.

Veiny arms and a chest sculpted catch eyes push against the seams of his shirt before it reforms into an athletic top he wore to the gym this morning, sweat stains visible under his arms and hard nipples purposefully poking through. While Lucas always strove to keep his head down and voice quiet, as he reforms into this new man, into Luke, even when he’s unconscious he demands to be heard. Still thrusting into growing hands, at first he moans out quiet grunts before he begins to vocalize outright

“Mmmmh yeah- fucck- yeah you like that?” His docile soft voice gives way to something deeper, steeped in vocal fry as his throat grows thicker. Precum stains his hands as he continues, getting louder and more aggressive with every further thrust. Luke’s expression furrows into a rough sneer as the couch, fully changed into their frat-den futon, almost collapses under his session.

“Never fuckin’ had dick like this- I’m the- unhhh- fuckn’ king UGh!” Quite the hair trigger despite how he presents himself to any hole he pursues, after barely any time at all properly masturbating he shoots his load into his hands and collapses back onto the couch absolutely spent. His face changed into something that cocky can scarcely begin to describe, his brash snores echo through their whole house as his roommates finally arrive.

“Fuck Lukey- We’ve been over this you gotta use a sock or somethin’ if you’re gonna cum on the couch!” Luke just snores louder as the pair make their way into the living room, decorated with pin-ups and stacks of beer cans. Seeing his mouth open snoring, Aaron is torn between pranking his fellow fitness fiend and seeing if his bro is interested in helping him get his own quick load off before remembering that they’re here for a reason.

Knowing that a burning building could collapse around Luke and he’d sleep through it, Aaron sends Kyle to pinch his nose and cover his mouth. Kyle does so guffawing all the while and quickly he’s assailed by Luke’s fists as their horny bro finally awakens, “Dude! What the fuck!? I was just getting to the good part!”

Adjusting his still hard cock he feels his blown load and smirks, “Or guess I already got there huhuh,” he wipes his cum covered hands on the couch and still-laughing Kyle in equal parts as he awaits what these two idiots need. Seeing the scene before him, Aaron fights back a burp as he realizes he doesn't remember why they were waking up their bro after all. Knowing there’s not a thought in Kyle’s head he opts for wishful thinking. “We were just about to head out to the bar with, uhhh, Chad I think and wanted to see if you were down?”

Mind swimming with the possibility of busting another nut, Luke gives his pits a sniff to see if he needs to freshen up and grunts as he smells his heady musk. Good to go he’d say, no way he’s leaving the bar without a bitch or a bottom on his arm. Kyle hoists up his cum-covered bro while Aaron hits the deck doing push-ups to get a pump in and look vascular for their night on the town.

Getting texts from all three, Chad smirks at another massive success. Seeing those three dweebs become textbook examples of the mindless debauchery is more than proof of concept for the President. He so longs to engulf the whole campus into fratdom and as he sees these three fall he knows it won’t be long at all until he gets exactly what he’s after. And that certainly calls for celebration does it not? Besides, what better place for those three to recruit some more bros than their old post-grad bar. Place needs to liven up and this quartet is going to make sure there’s not a quiet soul left unsoiled.

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aippals · 10 months ago

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⭐Pick a Picture: 💄💗✨How others describe you and your magnetism 💄💗✨

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🍨How those closest to describe see you:

While many describe you as warm and trustworthy, those closest to you also describe you as someone with a big heart and a really beautiful personality. I also see that people tend to complimnet your hair and your fashion/style. You are the kind of person who is always willing to give, without expecting anything in return, and that generosity is what stands out most about you. You may not realize it, but people perceive you as a constant support, a source of stability in their lives. And, although sometimes your kindness can be taken advantage of by those who do not value enough what you do for them, most people who know you feel that they can trust you unconditionally.

🍨 Your magnetism:

Finally, people not only see you as a source of emotional support, but they also sense a calm energy in you. You are that person who, even if you are not looking to be the center of attention, has a way of attracting others effortlessly. Maybe your laugh has that infectious edge that makes everyone relax, or maybe your soft yet confident way of speaking makes what you say get heard with extra attention. In short, people describe you as a mix of serenity, warmth, and confidence. You're like an emotional refuge, someone who offers their light generously, touching the lives of those around you without even thinking about it too much. Your presence is a reminder of how important it is to be authentic, and people feel more fulfilled just by being around you.

🍬Pile 2:

🍬How people close to you describe you:

People who really know you, whether family or close friends, describe as someone who has a lot of strength in their lives. Even though you may be introverted or more reserved, they know that if they ever need you, you'll be the person they can rely on without hesitation. You don't bother making empty promises or saying what people want to hear; you're direct, genuine, and committed to what you say. This level of honesty and authenticity is what makes you deeply respected. Also, those around you often feel like they can learn a lot from you, as you have a unique perspective on life. Maybe you're the type of person who stays calm even in stressful situations, and that makes everyone seek you out when things get tough. Your ability to stay calm in the face of adversity is one of the reasons people trust you: they know that you're not prone to getting carried away by emotion, but always take a step back and consider all options before acting.

🍬 Your magnetism:

People also notice your emotional intelligence, and how your mind can find solutions even when others are caught up in their emotions. You have a way of seeing things that seems beyond the obvious, and that generates great fascination. You are the kind of person who doesn't need to be loud or brash to get what you want, because your magnetism is so strong that things happen simply by your presence. Although you may seem distant at first, people who get to know you feel a deep connection with you, as if they can open up without fear of being judged. You have that special quality of making people feel accepted just as they are. And despite being so strong and so capable, there is something gentle and protective about you, something that makes others feel safe around you.

🧸Pile 3:

🧸 How people close to you describe you:

Those who are closest to you describe you as a trusted person with a great heart (your heart chakra could be powerful <3). They know they can come to you when they need more than just superficial advice. You don't just give answers, but offer perspectives that invite deep reflection. Your ability to see beyond the surface makes others trust you, because they feel that, when talking to you, they are not being judged. You are the kind of person who listens with their heart, offering answers that go beyond what is expected, with a gentle honesty that never hurts. You are often seen as a mother or father figure in their lives, even though you don't necessarily literally fill that role. It's like your heart is open to everyone, and that's something that makes you irreplaceable. You don't care about superficialities, and that's what makes people appreciate you so much: the things that really matter to you are genuine bonds, truth, and deep connection.

🧸Your magnetism:

Your magnetism is quiet, but powerful. You don't need to be loud or demand attention, because your calm and wise presence speaks for itself. People sense that something special is behind your calm, and that's one of the reasons they seek you out when they need guidance or just to feel at peace. Your ability to be an emotional refuge is something that not everyone has, and that makes you exceptional.Some people may see you as someone a little enigmatic or reserved, but those who really know you know that behind that serenity there is a heart full of love and loyalty <3

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Noona - Geum Seongje (WHC 2)

summary: Having a crush on a delinquent highschooler is definitely not a good idea.

pairing: geum seongje x fem older!reader

genre: fluff? ig.

word count: 1k

A/N: Writing something that's not about bangtan is always tough. but ngl, weak hero class has changed the trajectory of my life. While I am a sieun & suho girlie, I find seongje interesting. hence, this fic. enjoy, ig.

btw, I also have written a tiny sieun x suho that you can find here. if you wanna read I mean.

You should run, or at least scream. But oddly enough, your feet stay planted in their own places - as if they have their own minds - stubborn enough to listen to whatever solution your brain is supplying currently.

The scene unfolds right before your face. A highschooler is slammed on the nearest wall with a loud enough thud to jolt your core, another gets a blow on his face - neck almost breaking, the next one is tackled so fiercely that his face smashes into the ground, he starts bleeding instantly.

There are some other movements but you are so taken aback by the bloody mess just a few steps away from your shoes, that you don’t see anything else happening.

Your eyes are planted on the pool of blood just when you see a figure walking over to you from your peripheral vision, skipping over the bloody mess, to approach you.

And then you see him. With some difficulty, you pull your eyes from the ground to look at the face of the center of whatever massacre that took place a few seconds ago.

It’s another high schooler.

Uniform tucked under a vigorously orange windbreaker. By the looks, anyone would call him a nerd but you, although unaware of the boy’s identity, know better.

His glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose. Fire dances in his eyes as he takes a good look at you.

Even in the dim light of the shady alleyway - the boy looks handsome.

It’s only when he comes closer, you spot a mole under his left eye and his handsomeness increases by ten fold.

Only if he wasn’t almost five years younger than you…

Only if he just didn’t beat up at least eight guys right before you…

“Did you see anything, noona?” the guy asks, stepping dangerously close to you. You step back.

He says those words with a casualness as if he knows you for years.

You don’t reply. He grins. And fuck! Why does he have to be so hot?

“Don’t make me sad. Come on, I need a reply.” he presses.

“What will you do if I say yes?” your voice comes out confident, the exact opposite of what you are feeling inside.

The guy only smiles.

“Then I will make sure that you don’t misunderstand anything. These guys were bullying my friend so I just taught them a lesson. Is that believable?” He gestures towards the beaten up boys who now have started fleeing one by one.

“No. Not at all.” you reply.

The guy breaks into a loud laugh.

“You are intelligent. And that’s why I will expect you to forget whatever happened here, yeah? Oh and by the way, I’m Geum Seongje. We will meet again.” and with that he walks away. His figure slowly disappears in the dark mouth of the alley and you find yourself tracing the fading shape of his silhouette.

You need sleep.

You really need to sleep and forget.

The second time you meet Seongje is when you turn the corner of the same alleyway and take the road that leads straight to your apartment complex’s entrance.

You don’t see him at first, so he takes it upon himself to gain your attention.

“Noona, how are you doing?” He starts walking beside you and you jump out of your skin in terror.

“The fuck!” you scream, “you scared me!”

He laughs, full and bright, minus the mirth, “I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

“What are you doing here?” your eyebrows bunch together in a frown. You thought he left you with a warning that night? Then what is he doing here right now?

“Just checking up on you.”

“You mean checking up on whether I reported anything to the police?”

“That too”

You stop, half because you are annoyed with the boy’s unannounced appearance, half because you have reached your destination.

You are about to come up with a verbal blow when something catches your eyes. The corner of Seongje’s mouth is cracked.

He follows your line of sight and smirks, “it’s nothing”

“Come in with me. Don’t go around being bruised like this.” Your proposal takes both of you and him off guard.

You don’t know what made you prompt such an offer to a stranger. He is probably wondering the same.

But none of you make any more arguments as he follows you closely behind.

You can tell Geum Seongje gets into fights quite often by the way his hands work in automation while applying first aid.

You place a glass of water on your coffee table as he puts a bandaid on his knuckle.

“What’s the point of it if you are going to get hurt?” you question absent-mindedly.

“Not all of us get to live a comfortable life. We are forced to the battlefield even before we learn to stand and by the time we understand what’s happening, fighting becomes a habit.” a look of hurt, solemness flashes on his eyes. But those are gone as soon as they come.

You ponder upon his words. Whatever he said is pretty deep and not every highschooler would think in such a way.

“Have you eaten?” you divert the conversation.

Seongje’s eyes widen.

“What is it with you, noona? First treatment and now food? Do you like me or something?” his smug smile is back on his face, gums flashing - your heart does a quick skip.

“Yah! What- what are you-”

“Oh you are blushing!” he laughs. Your face feels way too hot for your own liking. Before you can deny his accusations, he stands up, “sorry, but I have to go now. Got some unfinished business. But if you don’t mind…” he fishes his phone out of his pocket and extends it towards you.

You contemplate for a second before taking the device from him and punching your number and your name in it.

“Noona, your name is as pretty as your face. You are totally my type.” he smiles again. The funny feeling in your stomach only deepens.

“Get out of my house!” you fake annoyance.

Seongje casually strolls towards your door. He throws a casual, “I’ll see you again” over his shoulder before the door closes behind him.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

You have a crush on a highschooler?? That too a delinquent?? What’s wrong with you!!!???

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