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idk what this is don’t look at me like that

viktor relishes in the physical ache that you cause him. not that any pain comes from you directly, your hands have never touched him, never even so much as brushed against his own but ohh god how he wished you would. how the ache in his jaw as he clenches his teeth in irritation at your voice, how everything that came out of your perfect lips was so frustratingly correct despite having no actual evidence to back up said claims. how your knowledge of his inner psyche was so terrifyingly spot on there was no possible explanation because how could you know something viktor himself has never spoken aloud. the sharp sting in his palm as he clenches his fist, nails digging into tender flesh as you sing his name, the teasing lilt your voice sending confusing anger to his core. the hand at his throat as he stroked himself raw to the thought of you, squeezing and choking on his cock, his finger tightening around his own airways, constricting the flow of oxygen from where he needed it most. ohh how he wished it was you. was your hand that slapped him silly and made his jaw ache, the bite of your teeth in his palm instead of his nails, your fingers gripping his throat, cunt hot and clenching around him as you used him for your own satisfaction. oh how viktor loves the ache that comes with having you in his life and how he wished that pain came from your hands.

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i will NEVER forgive the universe for sending me a hot buff nerd who wanted to fuck his mum

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i do have a lot of viktor fic ideas but they’re mostly modern au where reader isn’t in a science based profession? like as much as i love that i am not a science girl so i dont know a lot about that

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guess who spent half their paycheque on jayvik merch at a con i had yesterday???? meeee

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this is my formal apology

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guess who didn’t meet him cause she got told the wrong info !!!!!

uuhhh so guess who got a ticket to meet matthew mercer (levi’s eng va) ヾ(｡✪ω✪｡)ｼ

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i want, nay need, to be between season 1 and herald viktor AND season 1 and season 2 jayce. i can take them. all. at the same time. and yk what, throw machine herald in there too he can hold me down

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i am once again writing at one am because I am insane and can't sleep. anyway here's a sort of part two to the himbo bestie!jayce x reader script fic thing I wrote a few weeks ago! hope you enjoy ily

Thursday afternoon. The day you usually meet Jayce for lunch, but, as always, he is running late, and in exchange for the usual spot in the park you had been summoned to his office. It wasn’t the worst way to spend your afternoon; the weather had turned cooler, the breeze sharper and as much as you enjoyed a brisk winter afternoon, sniffling because of the cold while trying to eat wasn't enjoyable. The office is warmer, quieter, and the risk of having your nose run is very, very minimal, so you immediately jumped at the opportunity to eat inside. What you hadn’t counted on was the fact that Viktor would also be there.

Fuck.

A slight oversight on your behalf, too excited by the idea of having hot soup fresh from a microwave, to consider that Jayce shared a space with someone else, someone you had your eye on, someone who had recently been a topic between you and your friend. Someone who was sitting across from you, completely uninterested in your presence.

Cool.

“Sorry to bother you.” you break the silence with an awkward attempt a segue into conversation.

Viktor doesn’t even look up from his book. “It’s not a bother. You are not doing anything that requires an apology.”

“Right,” you mumble, looking back down at your packed lunch, the bright pink container so juvenile in comparison to the room you are in.

You sit in silence for a few more minutes, unable to even glance in Viktor’s direction in fear of saying something moronic so instead you sit in your wheelchair and spin, nothing crazy where you’re hitting G-forces but a soft sway back and forth, almost self-soothing against the gnawing in your gut.

“Okay, now you are doing something that requires an apology.” Viktor startles you as he speaks up, his voice echoing through the space.

Your shoes squeak on the floor as you come to a halt, face heating up at what felt like a scolding but without the formalities.

“Sorry.” the apology is quiet, even more so with your back to him. You glance at your watch again, ten minutes past two, ten minutes that Jayce was late and it was eating into your break time. You’ll catch him next week but not before firing off a passive-aggressive text to remind him that he owed you a lunch for being late. You stand from the chair, hands gripping the Tupperware tight and offer a timid goodbye to Viktor.

“I’m sorry for bothering you, can you tell-“

“Are you hungry?” the question catches you off guard and you’re turning to face him.

Viktor is now looking up at you, chin braced in his palm as his gaze flicked down to the container in your hands.

“I’m assuming you are since Jayce has stood you up for lunch.” he tilts his head, brows raised waiting for your answer.

“Yeah, kinda. Thought he’d be here by now” Your gaze shifts to the door.

Viktor pauses for a moment before asking. “Well, would you like to eat lunch with me?”

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“I still can’t believe he stood me up.” you laugh behind your hand, worried you had food between your teeth from your latest bite. “He asked me to come here and he still forgot.”

Viktor hums, amused but not enough to laugh. “Perhaps he found something better to do.”

Your hand drops, all pretence of refinery gone as you dip a carrot stick in the dip set between the two of you.

“You’re meaner than I remember.”

“Meaner?” he questions, carrot stick between his fingers raised to his mouth. “I was never mean to you so how can I be meaner? If anything I’m just being mean for the first time.”

“That is true.” you agree, biting down on the vegetable. “You have always been really nice to me.”

“You never deserved anything less.” his tone shifts into something softer, warmer. A side you had not heard from him yet.

You smile at each other, chewing on the food you had stolen from the lunch box labelled “Jayce’s food” your soup long forgotten in turn for the spread of dips and crackers.

“Jayce was talking about you the other day,” Viktor announces suddenly, startling you a bit.

Oh. You attempt to play it cool.

“Really? Was it about my dazzling personality or my breathtaking looks?”

“About your orientation, actually.” he states, matter of factly. “He seemed to be under the impression you fancied woman although this reasoning behind it was rather ridiculous.”

The weight in your chest lessens at the fact that Jayce hadn’t told Viktor about your stupid inquisition as to his relationship status.

“I did tell him that you weren’t. I’ve seen you interact with men before but he didn’t seem too convinced.” Viktor continues, eyes scanning you.

“It was really stupid-“

“Are you?” the question has you pausing.

“Am I?” you feel the familiar circle of last week’s conversation begin to wind around you both.

“Into men?” Viktor stares intently, waiting for any hint as to the answer.

“Well. yes.” you don’t mean for the dejection to seep into your voice but you can’t help the small slip.

Another hum from Viktor. “I thought so.” but you don’t catch that.

Doubt begins to swirl in your mind. Have you been imagining the flirting over text, the kiss at the party? The looks you had shared over coffee? The handful of times you went out?

“I just wanted to let you know that I am.”

You catch the tail end of Viktor’s speech, the final words giving you whiplash. He was? Viktor was into men? Is he coming out to you? Was this his way of letting you down gently? Oh no. Had you unknowingly coerced a man into coming out just so they could say no to you??

“Are you?” it's your turn to frantically search his face for any clue as to what he has said while you spiralled.

“Single? Yes.” Viktor blinks at you as if it were the most obvious answer.

“Wait…what?” complete and utter confusion clouds your mind.

“You asked Jayce if I was single and I am answering you saying that I am.”

“But why are you telling me this?”

“Because you asked him last week. Are you feeling okay?” Viktor reaches out to grab your hand, squeezing your fingers.

“Why are you telling me you’re single if you just told me you’re into men?” you are trying so very hard to concentrate on your words and not the fact that Viktor is all but holding your hand.

What were you meant to do with this information? Does Jayce know? Is he admitting to you to tell Jayce?? What is happening ?!

Viktor laughs, not a small, contained chuckle but hearty and loud, his smile stretching over his face in an expression you had only seen a few times in this room.

“Ohh, lásko, no.” his thumb swipes over the top of your hands, the pet name you had heard a few times hitting you like a punch to the gut. “I am telling you I am single because I am very much into you.”

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desecration of a desk- viktor

~viktor x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: established relationship, smut kinda/maybe, religious illusions, idk bro there's something hot about fucking and alluding to god idk (religious trauma? perhaps) ~ w/c: 1.1k ~a/n: not proofread. i am once again writing in the middle fo the night cause why the fuck not, this orginally started as another idea but turned into this cause I started listening to hozier and got a lil carried away

Meticulous as Viktor might be when it comes to his work, that does not extend to other aspects of his life. Before each experiment, he is diligent in his preparation: a clear space, organised tools, a notebook open and ready with pen uncapped, and a sheet thrown on the floor in case of any spills or marks that may mar the marble floor. Not a single aspect of preparation is overlooked, if only he had that same attention to detail when it came to you.

There is no towel laid down, no locked doors, hell, the fucking window is open (not that anyone could peek in so high up but, it’s the lack of awareness and carefulness that had you panicking even as you rolled your hips against his face. Half laying on the desk, legs thrown over his shoulders, skirt shoved up around your waist, upper body being held up by your elbows as you stare down at your partner who is two fingers deep in your sopping pussy. Viktor is a man of few words when exhausted, the late nights and fast-approaching deadline draining him of his energy. Still, within the last ten minutes since you slipped into his workspace, you’d heard maybe seven words beyond his mumbled acknowledgement as you closed the door.

“Good afternoon, sweetheart.” The pet name barely left his tongue before he all but began to pant the second he set his sight on you, pushing the papers on his desk aside and patting the free space.

“Up,” he instructed as he began to loosen his tie.

His name was a warning on your tongue as you shifted on your feet, worried about what his intentions were, but you are not one to deny your beautiful genius, so even as you fiddled with the sleeve of your jumper, you crossed the space to slide onto the table.

“Skirt.” Cold hands slid up your stocking-clad thighs, slipping beneath the skirt that fell to your knees. It wasn’t particularly alluring, something you wore to the office on the days your usual uniform was at the cleaners. If anything, your other choice of skirt would have been more enticing. Knee length and tight, clinging to your waist and thighs exactly how you hoped, but there was something about the flowy one you wore today that had Viktor salivating.

Hands wrap around each of your calves. “May I?” index finger finding a small hole in your stockings.

It’s more of a warning that it’ll happen rather than a request for permission, but you nod regardless, too focused on the way Viktor lifted your legs to sling them over his shoulders, settling between them like it’s where he was meant to be.

Viktor stops himself with a bashful smirk, removing one of his hands to reach down and lift the lever of his stools, adjusting the height until he was level with your core. It was silly, watching the way he slowly shrank down, and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you.

The rest of pretty self-explanatory. His mouth was on your cunt, tongue working you open as one of his hands held you down, rubbing circles on your clit smirking into you each time you jolted into his mouth. Your stockings had been torn, not completely, just enough for Viktor to have access to what he wanted most at that moment, free hand kneading the plush flesh of your thigh. Viktor, like everything else he sets out to do, is successful in his endeavour. he has you coming on his tongue in minutes, his name a sharp whine that has you slapping your hand over your mouth to silence any more unnecessarily loud gasps and moans.

“You’re getting too good at that.” you pant, pushing at his shoulders to create distance as he continues to lap at your too-sensitive clit.

Viktor hums into you, pressing one last kiss against your flesh before he pulls away and slides your underwear back into place. “eh, could be better.”

“Better? Do you want to kill me?”

“Yes.” Despite the space, your thighs still lay slung over his shoulders. “But only because I plan on dying right here, and I do not want anyone else to take my place,” he squeezes the fat in his hands.

“I don’t particularly want anyone else there either.” You shift yourself higher, eager to kiss him.

"Well then, we seem to be in agreement,” his lips quirk up into a smirk, the hold on your limbs unrelenting. "I did not think that such a thing was possible within this room."

"A rarity, I'm sure won't happen again." You tease, and even though you and Viktor rarely do agree on anything within a scientific setting, your personal beliefs and boundaries within life align a little too well for it to not be fate that you have found one another.

"I'm certain it won't," Viktor uses your thighs as leverage to stand, his footing a little uneven as his body adjusts to the new position, your hands coming up to rest on his hips, offering support as he leans over you. "Should we celebrate this momentous occasion?"

Your fingers begin to trail over the waistband of his trousers, slipping beneath to fish for the hem of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours.

“Are you suggesting we desecrate your workspace further?" Your head flicks to the door, a sudden bang from the hall stealing your attention, but Viktor's fingers on your chin pull it back.

"I wouldn't call it desecration," his thumb pushes against your lower lip, prodding and waiting for permission. "sanctification, perhaps." his thumb slides against your tongue, his breath a sharp inhale as you begin to suck on the digit.

"It is a privilege to have you spread out on my desk," Viktor's eyes flutter closed as your own fingers trace the outline of his cock, contained behind the buttons of his slacks. "to have your voice echo throughout the room, the feel your mouth on mine, to know you deem me worthy of your time,"

“Viktor," your words are muffled, the reprimand swiped from your tongue as he pressed deeper.

"It would be blasphemous of me to think of you before me as anything but a divine blessing, and if I were to not worship you for all you were, then that would be the real desecration."

You blink up at him, eyes watering as he continues to press down on your tongue. Viktor leans closer, the scent of him engulfing you in a familiar warmth and slips his thumb from your mouth. Spit is smeared across your cheek as he cups your face and leans in, mouth slotting over yours in a searing kiss. You are quick to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up to crush your body to his, to feel the planes of his chest flush against yours.

"I need you to fuck me right now," you grunt against his mouth, too tired of feeling the empty aching warmth between your thighs.

Viktor can't help but laugh. "You really do have such a way with words."

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uuhhh so guess who got a ticket to meet matthew mercer (levi’s eng va) ヾ(｡✪ω✪｡)ｼ

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research- jayce x reader

pls don’t judge me it’s 2am and i’m writing again

do you think that virgin jayce watches porn to learn how to eat you out? i’m talking about those videos where it’s solo guys fucking sex dolls but he speeds through them and watches as the guy basically eats out the doll, notebook in hand as he writes down all the techniques used (he has done some prior research with reading smutty books aimed at women, talking to his friends (vi) about what women like, watching porn with women in it but it was all so research, he didn’t enjoy it (maybe he did a little as he thought about the way you’d feel on his tongue, the sounds youd make, the way you’d taste as you rode his face) his research pays off tho, he has you coming within minutes and you’re dumbfounded. how could someone who had been so timid, almost terrified of touching you know his way around a woman that well?

“Jayce, angel.” you stroke back the hair from his face, forehead sticky with sweat from all his hard work. “are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

terror creases his brow the second the words fall from your lips. had you not enjoyed it?! had he done everything wrong?? did you fake it?!!?!!

“yes. why? was it bad? do i need to do some more research? i thought you enjoyed it? do you want to go again?” jayce worries, sitting up to reach for his nightstand drawer but your hands on his stop him.

“baby, no! you were amazing.” your reassurance is rushed. “it was- you blew my mind.” taking his hands in yours, you bring his knuckles to your mouth. “where did you learn all that? how did you know how to- wait what research?”

a blush tints Jayce’s cheeks as he bashfully admits. “I, um, there’s these videos online that I watched”

“porn?”

“kind of.”

you blink at him, letting his hands fall from yours as he reaches into the drawer next to the bed to retrieve a notebook and his phone.

“there’s this guy online who…does things and i watched a few videos and took a few notes cause i’ve never gone down on anyone and i didn’t want it to be bad especially for you.” jayce flips open his book to notes scrawled in the pages, diagrams of movements divided into moods and time frames. “i promise i’m not insane. this looks crazy but i just really wanted to make you feel good. i wanted to make you come” his admission is quieter than the rest of his explanation.

you take the book from him, flipping through frankly thorough notes on how to please a woman.

“you did all this to make sure i’d finish?” your heart squeezes at the insane level of detail he went to to please you.

“it’s weird, i’m sorry” jayce rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, worried you were about to get up and leave forever. “i won’t do it again, i just-“

“jayce this is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen!” you gush, smile beaming as you close the book of smut.

jayce’s visibly relaxes with a drop of his shoulders, all tension disappearing as you place the book down and crawl into his lap.

“did i do good?” puppy dog eyes meet yours as you stroke his hair, dragging your nails against the nape of his neck sending shivers down his spine.

“you did so good, baby.” the praise comes easily and earnestly lighting jayce up from within. “so good that im about to beg for more.”

“really?” a grin spreads across his face.

you nod and hum your answer. “please, baby. i need you to eat me out again. you were so good.” you press. kiss to his bottom lip, feeling him harden beneath you.

“can you sit on my face this time? I have notes on that too!”

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cough medicine- viktor ~viktor x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: established friendship/partnership, suggestive content, crushes, late night conversation, misuse of medication, idk ~ w/c: 1.1k ~a/n: not proofread. idk man, its 2am, i just took cough medicine cause i can't sleep and this was born. don't so what I did and be smart and only take medicine when you need it ily be safe x

"Should you really be doing that?"

A familiar voice from behind has you freezing in place. Pink liquid oozes from the bottle in your right hand, a silver spoon held between the fingers of your left, and for a moment, you worry that syrup will overflow and spill onto the counter below. You quickly correct the almost accident, tipping the bottle back upright and setting it down atop the marble before turning your attention to the spoon that trembles slightly. You're quick to duck forward and gulp down the cough medicine that you had poured out, the saccharine sweet taste a welcome reprieve from all the others you had tried before.

With quick hands, you pocket the evidence in your jumper, afraid to leave the bottle out in case he caught sight of the bright logo.

"Doing what?" You turn, hands gripping the counter behind you to stabilise yourself as the world spins a little too fast for your brain's liking. Before you stands your lab partner, his eyes narrowed in suspicion as he takes in your night attire. It is well past your usual bedtime, having left the lab around eleven with the proclamation that you were so beyond exhausted you didn't think you'd make it to your room yet here you were just shy of three in the morning looking awake as ever.

"Are you sick?" Viktor asks, exhaustion lingering in his voice as he steps towards you. He is slower in his movements, his own fatigue a heavy cloak wrapped around his shoulders.

"No," you shake your head, "Why are you asking?"

"Why are you taking medicine if you're not sick?" He presses, footfalls sharp against the tiled floor. The medical wing is empty, any sound made by either of you would be echoed tenfold.

"I didn't." you lie, fingers coming to brush over your pocket to smooth out the lump of the utensil hidden within.

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I couldn't sleep and I thought I would make some tea to calm me down."

"In the infirmary?" Viktor deadpans, closing the gap with each step.

Your heart begins to race, pulse-quickening in your ears with a roar.

"Yep." you hold fast to your lie, not needing to have your misuse of medication turned into a lecture. "Sometimes they keep the good tea in here." a half-truth. There are herbal remedies within the cupboards for those who don't want to take conventional medicine however chamomile and lavender were about as useful as an umbrella in a hurricane when it came to your racing mind.

Viktor comes to a stop a foot away from you. Close enough to feel the heat of his body, to smell the familiar pine and leather, to catch the way his golden eyes shifted in the light as he scanned your face.

"Why are you lying?" Viktor knows he is right and you know he is right but you're not going to let him know that.

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are." the corner of his mouth twitches up as he leans in closer. "I know when you are lying and I just caught you, so why continue the lie."

The smell of parchment and ink wraps around you, an undertone that you can only really get if you stand close to him. Your eyes narrow, jaw clenching slightly as you stand your ground, defeat is never an option when it comes to Viktor.

"Why would I be-"

You are cut off by fingers gripping your chin. Viktor uses the leverage on your face to pull your jaw down, mouth opening involuntarily as he leans further in.

"Tongue out," he instructs and for some gods forsaken reason, you obey.

You hold your tongue obediently as he continues to stare, brows rising in amusement at his victory. There is no doubt that the medicine stained your tongue, the artificial pink way too strong against your flesh. Fuck. Why did you follow his command? Had the syrup been laced with some sort of brainwashing agent that made you fall prey to the slightest suggestion? Was it the late hour that had your mind shutting down and your body acting on impulse? Was it the crush that had been blooming for the past few months manifesting itself in a way that wanted to appeal to Viktor's good side? To show him that you were a good obedient girl who would do anything he told you?

Viktor loosens his grip but does not pull back, a smirk creeping across his face as he relishes in the win.

"See? I know when you are lying," he teases, fingers trailing up to your cheek. "So why are you here in the middle of the night taking medicine you do not need?" he pushes your hair behind your ear.

"Because I couldn't sleep."

"Miláčku," the pet name is a warning.

"I'm not lying," you reinforce your now truth with an unblinking stare at your partner. "Anymore."

Viktor curls his fingers under your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheek now.

"I just wanted something to help me sleep." you find yourself leaning into Viktor's palm, his skin warm against your freezing cheek. "I'm just tired, Vik and I didn't want to get lectured about the dangers of misusing medication. I just want to sleep."

Viktor hums in response.

"Can I go now?" You don't mean for it to come out so gruff, but your body was beginning to feel heavy, eyelids dropping as the medication began to work.

There is stillness and silence for a few moments as Viktor continues to stroke your cheek, his eyes narrowed on your mouth, and you're worried that maybe he has fallen asleep standing up, the bags under his eyes rivalling your own. But he blinks and inhales long and slow.

"Let me walk you to your room." his offer is polite as he removes his hand from your face, taking a tentative step back out of your space, and you immediately regret asking to go to bed. The cold air hits your cheek where his hand had been seconds ago, and you miss it already.

"Are you gonna rat me out?" Hesitation laces your voice.

"Perhaps," he shrugs, offering up his bent elbow for you to loop your arm through, a habit you had formed over months of walking home late at night. "Depends."

"On?"

The closeness of his body is comforting once again.

"If you're going to share this secret medicine," he knocks into you as you begin to walk.

It's your turn to hum, feeling the lightness of the bottle in your jumper pocket.

"There isn't any left," you admit, an exaggerated frown etched into your face.

"That's a shame, I will miss you after you are expelled for illicit drug use." Viktor teases, leaning on your heavier the weight of the night pressing down on him.

"I might have some left on my tongue. I can spit in your mouth if you want?" You joke, opening your mouth to showcase your bright pink tongue that had been your downfall minutes ago.

Viktor huffs a laugh. "Do not make promises you can't keep, Lasko"

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weird script/conversation between you and himbo bestie jayce. idk, im just tryna get back into writing bestie jayce x reader plus hints at viktor x reader

“Hey, can I ask you a weird question?”

“All your questions are weird, but sure.” 

Jayce looks up from his packed lunch, eyes wide with inquisition as he waits for your so-called weird question. 

“Umm.. Do you…” your voice catches, throat thick with nerves. “Do you know if Viktor is single?” 

Jayce freezes mid bite, fork still on the way to his mouth as he narrows his eyes at you. 

“Why?” he stretches the word as if buying time to come up with his own conclusion.

“I'm just interested.”  you shrug, turning your attention back to your lunch, spearing the potatoes with your fork. 

“Just interested or interested?” Jayce carefully places his fork to his bowl, brows now furrowed in confusion. 

“Is there a difference?” you don’t look up from your plate. 

Jayce nods despite your inattention. “Well, yes. Just interested implies that you are merely interested in information about him but interested alludes that you are interested in him.” 

You purse your lips but remain silent and staring at your food as if deep in thought over the next piece of vegetable to choose from your lunch. 

“So are you?” 

Finally, you look up. “Am I what?” 

“Interested.” Jayce clarifies. 

“Depends on the answer.” 

It’s Jayce’s turn to look away, his own thoughts racing as your question rolls over and over and over in his mind. Why would you be asking? What would you do with the information once attained? Were you working for something bigger? Had you been employed by someone else who did not have the relationship you had with Jayce? Or was this endeavour for knowledge self serving? 

“Jayce.” his name drags him back to reality and he looks up from his lunch.  “Is he?” you pose the question again, afraid he has gotten distracted and forgot.

“Is he what?” Jayce blinks, thoughts a mile away. 

“Single.” you sigh, jaw clenching as you take in a calming breath. Gods, this kid would be the death of you.

“Ohh, yeah. He is.” He nods, still not fully present in the conversation. “Why?”

“I’m not doing this with you again.” you snap, shaking your head at the circle you are caught in. It was a simple question yet nothing about his answering process was.

“No. Why are you asking?” he presses.

“Jayce, did you get hit in the head? How are you not getting this-” genuine concern starts to cloud your judgement because he should not be this confused.

“Why are you asking me? There’s no reason to unless someone else wants to know but you don’t talk to anyone else and you can’t be interested, you’re not into-?” Your friend begins to ramble, picking up speed like a rock down a hill. 

“Not into what?” you cut him off, staring at him unsure of where he was going with that point. 

“Guys.” Jayce looks at you as if it was the most obvious ending to his sentence. 

It’s your turn to blink at him, stunned by his accusation.

“Are you…?” He asks, hesitantly, terrified of the answer. 

“Into men? Yes!” it comes out louder than you intended but the park is empty and this is something that you felt needed to be shouted for your friend to get the point. 

“How was I meant to know!? Look at how you dress!!” Jayce shouts back, pointing at you from across the table.

You look down at your body, the usual jeans and shirt nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that screamed lesbian so why would he assume it? 

“The pants and the shoes! You wear that clip on your belt loop, and I don’t think I've ever seen you in a dress! Plus, I’ve heard the way you talk about men, why would I think that you were anything but-” He trails off, afraid to continue as he sees your pointed glare. 

“Just because I wear jeans to work doesn’t mean I'm a lesbian! Gods, Jayce.” 

“That’s not the only thing but-”

“You’ve known me for how many years now? Three? You’ve seen me make out a guy before!” you shouldn’t be as offended as you are but it’s laughable to believe that inside his big genius brain, he couldn’t comprehend that a woman can wear jeans and converse and not be lesbian. 

“I just thought it was a drunken thing,” he shrugs, voice small, looking at you with sad, puppy eyes, begging for your forgiveness. “You never mentioned it, and I didn’t wanna ask in case it was a thing you weren’t ready to talk about.” 

That was  sweet.  Despite him being a bit of a dumbass, he was sweet in his own stupid way. 

“You know, for someone who is as smart as you, you’re really stupid.” 

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Jayce strolls into his office twenty minutes later, head held high and eyes bright with his newfound information. This was going to rock Viktor’s world. The three of you had been friends for a few months now, having hung out occasionally after work, even going on errands last weekend before going out for dinner. Never once did Jayce think you looked at his friend that way. If anything, you almost ignored him. Afraid to talk around him, never really looking at him, hyper aware of your movements around him as if you didn't want to be touched by a man….ohhh. 

“Hey, Vik, guess what?” Jayce announces as he walks into the lab, his partner bent over the desk working through a new equation. 

“I do not like these games, you know this.” Viktor mutters, too enrapt in his work to look up. “Just tell me what it is.”

“Nah, you’ve gotta guess.” Jayce beams, all but bounding over with excitement. 

Viktor sighs and pushes away from the desk, chair rolling away with a sharp grate against the floor. “First clue.”  He has played his game too many times before. 

“It’s about Honey.” Jayce waggles his brows suggestively, and it does not go unnoticed by the other.

“You kissed her?” Viktor asks, uninterested in the current topic and glances back at his notebook. 

“Nope but it is along those lines.” 

“You slept with her?” Viktor is beyond indifferent as he sighs. 

“Eww, no.” Jayce cringes. “But turns out she would be into that.” 

“Meaning?” 

“She’s into guys.” Jayce drops the bomb, excited to finally see Viktor shocked for once but no reaction comes from his partner. 

“And…?” 

“There is no and. That’s it. She’s into dudes.” Jayce sighs, throwing his hands in the air. 

Viktor frowns. “I know.”

“You know!?” Jayce exclaims, pinning Viktor with an incredulous look as if he had just told him the world started spinning backwards. 

“Yes. We ended up talking at that party you dragged us to a few months ago, remember? the one where you went off with Mel?”

“So you’ve just been holding out on this information? What did you talk about?” Jayce glares, scrutinising his partner’s every move. 

Viktor inhales, as if to steady his voice. “We talked about ourselves and our lives and how we had come to find you as a friend. We kissed a few times, it was really nice. She is a very pretty girl, I will admit that.” Viktor can’t help the soft smile at the memories of your lips on his. 

“You kissed her?” Jayce is dumbfounded, jaw on the floor as his entire world spins.

“Yes.” 

“Are you talking?”

“Occasionally as friends, yes. Why? Is that an issue for you?”   

Jayce shakes his head, taking in a deep breath to steady his racing thoughts. His two closest friends had kissed, had been talking and now you were asking if Viktor was single? Is he truly this oblivious to the world around him?

“Did you like the kiss?” Jayce finally asks. 

Viktor waits for a moment, debating on how to answer and opts for the truth. “Yes. Very much so. Why are you so interested in this? Have I overstepped?” 

“No. Not at all.” Jayce chuckles to himself, rubbing at his jaw, already planning out the entirety of your relationship with Viktor. 

Oh you would never hear the end of this. 

“I know someone who likes you.”

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a/n: this is possibly the stupidest fucking thing I've ever written but I'm getting back into writing and just needed something stupid and today at work I got told I dress like a lesbian (I can't fault them cause I kinda dress like adam sandler and yk if I saw me I'd also think I was lgtv like i am but less wuh-luh-wuh more wuh-luh-wuh-and-muh yk) but anyway, thought it would be pretty funny to have this interaction with himbo bestie jayce

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want you to want me- viktor ~viktor x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: angsty fluff, established friendship/relationship, semi canon when it comes to characters involved in the fic, post academy life as a scientist ~ wc: 2.2k ~ reupload and some reworking, and now that I have properly finished reading @hivemuthur "the game of teaching body" all credit goes to them because they did this concept first and they did it so fucking well please please please do yourself a favour and go read the fic!

Viktor’s whispered confession break through the silence that has settled over the small room in a heavy mist like a suffocating fog hell-bent on taking out any form of life within. The sound has you looking up from your once-shaking hands, eyes wide at the sudden admission that opened up a locked chest you had been desperately trying to crack for months now. Each key you had brought home to the small bubble of domesticity you had created within the apartment had not fit; whether they were too big with grand gestures of feelings in the form of love letters and proclamations of your affection for him, or too small with disguised attempts to enter the psyche of your partner not getting noticed by the genius he was, but lately, you had not tried at all. Given up on anything beyond a knock at the door in hopes you’d be granted entry, resigning to a life in the waiting room of his heart and Viktor had started to take notice. There was your lack of probing questions, of attempts to get him to reveal stories, to have him admit anything beyond a deep fondness that he felt for you. If he was being honest with himself, he had come to realise the change, that the energy had shifted. The paradoxical slack tension building within the already unstable constraints of the relationship. The tether that had been tied around both your hearts was one knotted tight, unable to be loosened despite their best efforts but the binds had begun to slacken as you both pulled in each direction. By all accounts, that should have eased the growing desire for closeness that emanated from one another, starved the fire of need building in your veins, but like everything Viktor gets his hands on, nothing went as planned. Instead of isolation and dismissal of the courtship, you had dug your heels in, unwilling to grant an inch to the reality that perhaps you were not meant to be together, that there are irrevocable differences between the two of you, too much to work with, despite your beating hearts. Viktor admired you for that, for your stubbornness even in the friendship because if it had been him, if he had been the one to feel you pulling away, he would have cut the cord, but after you had come over today, tears welling in your eyes and heart aching, he decided that perhaps it is time to open up, to let you in and welcome you home. 

“I want you to want me,” Viktor admits in a barely audible whisper. 

With flushed cheeks and downcast gaze, he looks more like a child getting scolded than a man who has bared his deepest desires, his very soul, to you.

“I want you….” The words die on his tongue as he gestures towards his leg, fingers trailing over the bruises as scars left behind from years of metal scraping against bone. “I need you to want me as something, someone more than this.” 

“Oh, Viktor” you coo, brows furrowing, standing from the chair in the small kitchenette of his apartment in an attempt to race to him and make all his doubts of your desire disappear. 

“Don't.” His voice causes you to freeze in your rising. 

So you sit back down, crossing a leg over the other as you wait for him to continue.

“Please don't use that tone. I do not need pity because my body doesn’t work.” 

You can't stop the huffed laugh from escaping your chest.

“And now you’re laughing?” Viktor pins you with a confused glare. 

“That was completely involuntary,” the hand you had slapped over your mouth muffled the words. It had been completely involuntary because you did not mean to laugh, did not mean to do anything besides comfort him but you had laughed so you must explain. “but yes I am laughing at you a little if you think I’m pitying you because of your body”

“Is this your attempt at consoling me?” His disgruntled huff is justified, as he turns his gaze away from you for a moment as if he no longer wanted to be a part of the conversation. 

“Not originally, however,” you begin but are swiftly interrupted.

“So what was your original plan? Do enlighten me” Viktor casts his eyes over you again, expression schooled back into boredom and maybe a bit of superiority. Still, you know him, know that within that raised brow there is vulnerability, terrified that if he shows anything more it would be used against him.

“Well, my pity for you is not because of your body but because of your brain.” you shrug as if it were the most obvious answer and to you, it was though it may not be to him just yet.

“Excuse me?” 

“You would have to be a little bit stupid to think that all I see when I look at you is your body.”

Another sigh and eye roll at the dismissal of his most defining feature. “Is it not? It’s what everyone else sees”

“Possibly but do you want to know what I saw the first time I realised I wanted you.” you tilt your head as if giving him an opening to shut you down. 

Viktor's silence is his cue to continue.

You take a breath before launching into your story, “I’d heard about you from other students. I heard how they talked about this TA who was insanely smart but also kind of an asshole.” 

“That was it?” His interruption is not unexpected.

“Can you let me talk?” it comes out a little snappier than intended but you soften it with a sigh and a tight smile. “Tea?”

“If you are making,” his answer is soft, the blade of apprehension no longer held against your neck but what is even softer is his “please” 

You nod, standing from the chair and sweep into the kitchen, picking up the kettle to fill with water. 

"So it was my first year and I was hearing all these stories about this third year who is ridiculously smart, who outwits most people he meets but is also incredibly aloof,” you begin your story as you stand at the sink, kettle filling with soft splashes against the copper. “ and I think, 'wow sounds like my type of guy, smart, kind of a loner, a little bit of an asshole' “ turning away from the sink, you sneak a glance at Viktor who is watching you with wary eyes. 

“So I manage to get his name from a friend and somehow get my hands on his old essays and papers and fuck, they were right, he is really smart. The way he writes, his thoughts, the research and the breakthroughs he is having in these first-year papers has me, for a lack of a better term locked in." the gas stove clicks alive. 

"Locked in?" Amusement lilts his tone but you don’t turn away from the flame beneath the pot.

You shrug it off. "I don’t know, I heard Powder and Ekko say it the other day, it's slang."

"Regardless, I am in love with the way this guy's mind works so what do I do? I sneak into one of his lectures and sit way at the back cause I'm technically not meant to be there, I don't have the credentials just yet but I sit in and listen and the way he talks, how he explains his theories, god, it was so hot." You don’t know if the heat in your cheeks is because of the stove or the slight embarrassment you are feeling at revealing the levels of the crush you had for the first time. 

"So I continue to sneak into his lectures, partially because I want to learn but also because I want to listen to the way he speaks. I'm addicted, it's kinda creepy.” you admit, turning away from the stove to grab the mugs in the small nook. “until one day, I get caught by him." 

"I remember that." Viktor hums. 

"Hey, are you telling the story or am I?" You turn, his and your respective mugs held in each hand. They were gifts from Jayce on Christmas last year after having caught on to the late-night tea tradition you and Viktor had created over months in the lab.

"My apologies. Continue." He rubs his chin before gesturing for you to carry on. 

"Thank you.” it is sincere as you turn back, grabbing tea bags for each cup and setting them down as you wait for the water to finish boiling. 

“Anyway, this guy catches me and I realise not only is he incredibly smart, he is also breathtaking. I mean, I'm already breathless 'cause I'm panicking.” the kettle begins to steam as you remove it from the heat, careful not to tip the boiling water over yourself and the counter. 

“And I start thinking that I’m going to get kicked out, that all my dreams are going to come crashing down on me because I had this stupid crush, on someone I didn’t even know.” Water sloshes into the mugs, the heat seeping from the ceramic already warming the fingers that hold it. “But he isn't as mean as they say, yeah he can be a bit of a prick sometimes but when he looks like that I’d let it slide.” 

“I was never that rude to you, was I?” Viktor asks from behind you, voice smaller than you’d heard in a while. 

You debate lying, saying that he never made you cry in the first few weeks but he’d know, he’d find out somehow so you take a breath and turn, mugs in hand and begin to walk towards the bed he was seated on. 

“A little bit but it’s okay, I forgave you for it pretty quickly.” 

Viktor frowns, his pretty mouth pulling down in an expression he wears way too often these days. “I’m sorry, miláčku.” his fingers brush the back of your hand as you place the cups on the side table. 

“I’ve forgiven you. You don’t need to be sorry.”  your smile is soft as you brush off his apology, no longer needing one for something that happened years ago. “Can I finish my story?” 

Viktor nods, waiting for you to sit to begin drinking his tea but you do not sit beside him, instead, you walk back towards the cupboard to retrieve blankets, the winter chill seeping into the apartment. 

“So this man, who I have been fawning over for months catches me and instead of taking me into the see the Dean, he sees the potential in me, his words, not mine by the way,” and that earns a small chuckle from Viktor. “And signs me up as his assistant.” 

“I am very glad I caught you that day because you did make an excellent assistant,” Viktor grins, “Your tea-making skills are unparalleled.” 

“Ha. Ha.” turning back to him with blankets in hand. “I’m also really glad you caught me because I got to learn so much, got to experience so much because of you and that glorious mind you have tucked away in that pretty head of yours.” 

You cross the small living room, spreading the blankets out on the bed and for a moment Viktor thinks you are going to crawl in beside him, snuggle into his side and make him feel loved with kisses and soft touches. What he does not expect is for you to kneel at his feet and look up at him as though he were a god. Wide eyes full of worship and devotion as you grip his cold hands in your warm ones. 

"Viktor, I have wanted you since the first time I heard you speak.” your words are earnest as they spill from your pretty lips. “I could not care less what you look like or what you can or can't do, your mind is what got me hooked and I'm so fucking lucky you look the way you do cause even if you looked like swamp rat, God I'd want you then too." 

Viktor slips his hands from yours to cradle your face. 

"Your standards are pretty low" he can’t help the quip that follows your confession. 

His thumb brushes over your cheeks, fingers hooking under your jaw to tilt your head higher to meet his. 

“Do you mean that?” for a single second the vulnerability that simmers behind his eyes slips free from behind the mask, raw and undiluted need for validation in his feelings for you because if all you said is true, if you had fallen for him before you knew who he was before you knew the complications that came with him, maybe he could admit his feelings too, admit that this was more than just a strong like and attachment, that this was something deeper. 

“I mean every word,” you swear, unblinking in your fealty. “I have wanted you from the first time I heard you speak and I’ve loved you from the first moment you said my name.”

Viktor doesn’t respond with words. Only leans further down to press his lips to yours in a heated kiss. You rise on your knees, hands braced on either side of his legs as you press into his mouth, sighing as his lips slip over yours. 

“I’m so sorry I was mean to you.” His apology is a whisper against your cheek. “I love you, my darling girl.” A kiss is pressed to your cheek, then your lips, then your jaw, then your chin, then back to your lips, where you can feel him smile into the kiss.

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i’ve been away for so long i’m low-key scared to post

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i CANNOT stop thinking about viktor brooo it’s killing me

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