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purge

silco x reader

tags: huge tw for ed themes, vomiting, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, praising and compliments, silco kinda having anxiety, crying, a lot of comfort, silco being soft for u <3

this is totallyyyyy not self indulgent, but joking aside if you don't think you can read about ed's atm that it completely fine!! your health is very important to me!! ily you're perfect! take care of yourself!!! - berry

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silco knew as soon as he met you that you struggled with consumption. he monitored you, but tried not to stare so you didn't feel uncomfortable. when he confronts you about your declining weight, you break down; and he vows to keep you stable, support you.

he praises you every day, in private; he has to look tough as a kingpin. he also finds himself complimenting you so much more, pressing gentle kisses over the spots your self conscious of. silco helps nurse your mental health back to a stable place, and you love him even more for being your anchor.

today was very different, silco could just sense something was wrong. his anxiety creeps up on him, and he drops his work; searching for you. just like how he was your rock, you were his, when his anxieties and trauma shook him up you were there to hold him; tell him sweet nothings as you shower him with affection. silco adores you, so so much; he had to know if you were okay.

"my love?" silco calls, you weren't in the bedroom, you weren't in your reading spot, no one had seen you. he was worried sick. "y/n!" he tries to keep his voice content, not wanting to scare you too badly if you were fine; but he couldn't help the fearful underlines in his voice. the bathroom, it dawns on him, and he feels his heart jump into his throat.

silco strides over, grasping the door handle. "my love, open the door.." he mumbles, rattling the handle a little. your sniffles could be heard as he presses an ear to the wood. "my love, i'm here. please open the door." silco doesn't like begging, but he is desperate to hold you; comfort you. it was overwhelming him, his mind is screaming with awful thoughts.

"sweetheart, don't make me break the lock." silco warns, pressing the door incase you unlock it. you were just crying, he couldn't hear any movement. "i'm coming in, okay? stand back, darling." silco steps away, his boot meeting the wood. the lock splinters the doorframe, but it opens and silco rushes in. "darling." he lets out a small breath of relief. you weren't hurt physically as far as he could see.

he checks the bathroom, and spots traces of your vomit in the sink. "oh, darling.." he crouches beside you, bringing you to his chest. "i didn't mean to.." you hiccup, hugging him tightly. "it's okay. it's okay, don't cry." silco purrs, gently rubbing your back to soothe you. "i was trying to brush my teeth- it just happened and i couldn't stop it- i'm sorry!" you're clearly distressed, it pained silco.

"shh. don't apologise, my love. accidents happen." silco brings you from the bathroom, shielding the sick from your view. he could see some vomit stains upon your hoodie's sleeves, probably where you had attempted to stop yourself. "let's take this off and have it cleaned." silco lifts the fabric over your head, trying to keep the sleeves away from you in case your stomach was feeling sensitive.

you put on a new hoodie, letting your lover tuck you up in bed, kissing your face a few times before leaving to get you a drink. your tears were drying on your cheeks as you anxiously chew your sleeve, settling into your shared bed. "i've brought you a small snack, just in case." silco sets the breakfast bar down on your bedside table and hands you your favourite drink. "how do you feel, my love?" he sits beside you, pressing a pale hand to your forehead.

"i don't know.. almost ashamed, maybe?" you frown, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. "there's nothing to be ashamed of, darling. you're only human." silco purrs, pressing a kiss to your head. you hum, sipping your drink as silco settles on talking about his day to get your mind off of things.

you listen intently, always adoring when he told you about his day, love hearts in your eyes. "it turns out, he was lying. i'll deal with him tomorrow." silco sighs, and you hum to let him know that you're listening. one of his arms had instinctively draped over your shoulder, letting you cuddle into his side. silco continues, and you finish your drink, putting the cup on the bedside table next to the snack.

eventually, you had began to doze off, snug against his side as his arm encases you. silco didn't realise, still rambling to you. eventually he got onto the topic of work, talking about shimmer and the doctor. "what do you think we should do, darling?" he asks, looking down only to see you fast asleep. silco smiles, kissing your head gently before laying down with you. with the two of you lay in bed, you latched onto silco; arms fastened around his torso as your legs link with his.

silco wasn't tired, so he decided on laying with you until he fell asleep. "even when sleeping, you're still gorgeous." he kisses your lips ever so gently, smiling when you sleepily kissed back. pulling you in closer, silco lets out a soft sigh, he felt all his worries washing away. you truly were each other's lifelines.

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lonely

silco x reader

tags: abandonment issues, clinginess, self deprecation, (emotional) hurt/comfort, cuddling, crying, mild breakdowns, past trauma/dark histories, this is definitely shorter than other works sorry!!, silco might be ooc im sorry i just want soft stuff w him 😭

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silco was very busy. he was always very busy, a crime lord has a lot of jobs to do; a reputation to hold. he had found you in the streets of zaun, starving and willing to sell your body for any scraps. pity, that's what he thought it was, so he took you in; helped you out. he didn't know how it happened, but the two of you got together.

that's when he found out it was never pity, he craved you. silco craved you as if you were the tobacco he smoked. you were so naive, so fragile when he found you; it was adorable, but now you had a safe place to sleep and food in your belly you had settled, a lot more confident in yourself.

you did come with your problems, silco knew that. he supposed that everyone did. you both had trauma, issues, but one of yours stuck out to him. a few weeks after he took you in, you had latched onto him. he assumed it was a strange form of stockholm syndrome, but you weren't showing all of those signs... you weren't trapped at all, he couldn't wrap his head around it. you weren't dependant on him, but you preferred to be nearby, with him.

silco didn't mind at times, sometimes however he wanted his privacy, it's what he was used to. you were understanding, leaving him be for a while as he worked, normally you'd be waiting half asleep in bed, or sat in a chair. tonight, silco had found you under a bundle of blankets.

silco doesn't say anything as he walks in, closing his bedroom door. you didn't say anything, still sat unmoving, and silco almost thought you were asleep until he saw the saddened look in your eyes. "what's wrong, my love?" he asks, stepping over, ruffling your hair affectionately. you still looked upset, but you couldn't help but lean into his touches.

"nothing..." you mumble, yet silco doesn't believe it. "tell me." he presses, sitting beside you and combing his fingers through your hair. "it's stupid." you hide your face under the covers. silco tuts, "i'm sure it isn't, my love." you huff, burying yourself further; silco decides to leave you be. the feeling of silco's weight leaving the bed makes tears well up in your eyes. he was leaving you, he was just like everyone else. your breathing hitches as you silently sob, not wanting to show him your weakness.

silco doesn't realise you're crying as he changes into some sleep wear, his back facing you. fishing a cigar from his pant's pocket, he flickers his lighter on, turning back to you as he takes a drag. something was wrong, the lump under the covers was trying to be still, but he could see your shoulders bobbing. silco rounds the bed carefully, getting in next to you, his slender and bony hand lifting the covers ever so slightly.

your back was facing him, but he could tell you were crying. "what's causing you such pain, love?" he asks, biting his cigar to keep it in place as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. you don't respond for a moment, still crying; it's worrying him sick. "i'm scared.." you finally choke out, and silco's urge to protect you triples in strength. "how come? did someone threaten you?" he whispers, deciding to snuff out his cigar in the ashtray on his bedside table for now; he had more pressing matters.

"no.." you reply, voice small. "then what's wrong?" silco asks, and you whine a little. "it's just- so stupid..!" you sob, and it pains silco's cold, dead heart. "it mustn't be if it's causing you so much distress." silco turns you around, cradling your head to his chest like he did with jinx when she was sad. it always worked with her, so he thought it would help you too. your hands hesitate before slipping over his sides, gripping his shirt tightly. "i'm scared you're gonna leave." you whisper, and silco's brows furrow.

"why would i leave you?" he questions, voice just as quiet. "i don't know!" you whine, your body trembling in his grip. in that moment, it all clicks. you were terrified of abandonment. of course, he was so stupid for not realising it sooner. "have people left you before?" he asks, trying to tread carefully with his words. you nod wordlessly as you sob into his chest, your arms squeezing him tightly as if he'd turn to dust if you let go. silco rubs gentle strokes over your back, kissing atop your head sweetly as he murmurs soft comforts.

"i'm not leaving you, my beloved. you are so precious to me." silco lets his eyes close, his anxieties lowering with the knowledge of your issues. your whines and sobs eventually cease, but he doesn't stop pampering you. "don't go..." you mumble, and he immediately responds. "i'm never going, even if you wanted me to. we'll be together forever, my love. those who hurt you will pay, i promise." he purrs, kissing your forehead gently.

you settle against him after at least 40 minutes of his care, your breath occasionally hitching and sniffling every now and then; but you were calm. silco let's out his own relieved breath. he hates seeing you so upset and he only had so many things to comfort you with, he wasn't used to caring for people outside of his daughter, luckily he was a good learner. you don't let go, and he finds himself not wanting you to, your deadweight comforting against his body.

"i love you, dearest. remember that." silco pushes hair from your face, giving you a gentle kiss. "i love you too.. i'm sorry." silco frowns. "don't apologise, dear. we all have flaws, issues, and i love you more for them. you should never be ashamed of being who you are today." you smile slightly, kissing him again. once again, you settle against your lover, contempt and cozy wrapped up in his duvet with him. silco rubs and traces shapes onto your back until you dozed off, lighting up his cigar once more.

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jealousy

viktor x reader

tags: jealousy (obvs lol), drinking, drunk! vik, fluff, jayce being a good friend, fem reader

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the party was going well by jayce's standards, and viktor was tired. it was 2:14 am and everyone was still drinking. you had come along as viktor's date, being his lover, and jayce was all over you; begging for attention.

you both had danced a lot, took shots, and viktor knew he shouldn't be jealous; you always came back to him to smother him with drunk kisses and love. but... he was tired of watching jayce fawn over you, he hadn't slept, he was nursing a glass of whiskey, and he wanted you.

sky was being just as irritating, trying to hint at hooking up behind your back, it was all too much. he bid sky farewell as harshly as he could, and stormed over to you. "hey!" you giggle, moving to kiss him. viktor dodges it slightly, letting you kiss the corner of his mouth instead. you pout, trying to fluff his hair a little. "not now, love." he sighs, walking away to get a refill.

your frown was noticed by jayce who came over to talk, handing you a cocktail. "i don't know what's up with him..?" you huff, leaning against the wall nearby. "maybe he's cranky, he hasn't been sleeping properly." jayce teases, and you can't help but giggle. "maybe. i think he's gonna sleep well tonight though with all that whiskey he's drinking." you joke back, mood lightening. "don't worry about him. when he's done he'll be all over you again." jayce winks.

viktor had polished two bottles. he didn't know why he did it, but he certainly needed it. the inventor sighs, his eyes glued to you as you play pool with jayce and a few others. he was particularly watching your body, observing how you looked bent over the table. you were gorgeous in your little dress, the way his hugged your hips was perfect. no wonder jayce wanted all your attention.

sky was eyeing viktor up, you could see it. you wanted to talk to her, tell her that viktor wasn't interested, but it was jayce's party and you didn't want to be rude and ruin his party. you agreed to a game of pool to keep your mind off things, laughing with jayce, but your mind and eyes kept moving up to her. she was slinking closer, clearly drunk as she swaggers up to your boyfriend; linking her arms around his neck.

you feel relief flood through you as viktor pushes her away, talking to her instead. "your turn." jayce pats your shoulder gently, and you almost jump. "yeah, sorry." you nod, taking position. jayce looks over to viktor and sky, she was still trying to make moves on him, and he wasn't about to let her ruin your night.

you didn't notice jayce moving, blocking them from your view. "got you!" you cheer, winning the game with one good strike. jayce grins, hugging you tightly and swinging you around. he catches sky's eyes, and moves with you so you couldn't see her. "let's go get drinks." jayce smiles, grasping your hand and pulling you away.

"see? they're sooo gonna bang behind your back! so to get back at your slutty girlfriend you should sleep with me." sky grins, and viktor feels anger bubbling up deep in his chest. "no. i'm tired of you antagonising y/n. she's the only person i'll ever love. now kindly fuck off." viktor snaps, and sky is taken aback. she nods, turning on her heel and rushing away, wiping her eyes.

he relaxes as she leaves, but the anxiety of you actually going to sleep with jayce was nagging him. grasping his cane, he moves past a small crowd, heading through each room to try and find you.

"thanks for that jayce." you smile, sipping your cotton candy cocktail as you watch people swim and splash each other. "what?" he asks, furrowing his brows. "that thing with sky. its stupid but she really gets to me sometimes." you huff, finishing your drink and putting the glass down. "oh- that? yeah, no problem! she's nice but she can be overbearing." jayce nods, his fingers idly combing over the grass. "yeah... well, i appreciate it. you're a good friend."

"i try." jayce grins, standing up and dusting himself off, offering you a hand. you smile, taking it and standing with him. "go find viktor and take him home before he passes out or gives himself alcohol poisoning, i think everyone's getting tired anyway." jayce stretches, and you nod. "yeah. goodnight jayce. thanks again." you smile, giving his cheek a gentle kiss. "no problem."

viktor huffs, haven given up on the search after two rooms, sulking into a bottle of vodka. he was sat on the floor in the kitchen, cane lay next to him as he swigs the burning liquid. "there you are!" your voice makes him perk up, and upon seeing you he realises how much he missed you. "my love..!" he slurs, standing up on wobbly legs, almost falling when you grasp his sides. "careful..!" you smile, taking the vodka from him. "mmmm- i missed you." he whispers, sagging against you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"i missed you too." you humour him, moving down as best you can to grab his cane without dropping your boyfriend. "sky called you slutty." he frowns. "oh really?" you fake shock, and he nods. "i told her to fuck off." he nods, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. you can't help but laugh. it was odd hearing viktor swear, but he was blackout drunk, he wasn't coherent. "c'mon. we're going home." you press a kiss to his cheek, handing him his cane as you link arms with his other arm in case he fell.

jayce had called you an uber, and you made a mental note to thank him when you got up. viktor was stumbling a little, rambling about the party and you. "i can't believe you and jayce went off without me!" he whines, sitting on the grass. "sorry, baby." you smile as he leans against your thigh, looping a hand around your leg, squeezing your flesh slightly. "sky said you two were sleeping together behind my back." he whines, yawning. "what, me and jayce?" you laugh at the thought.

"don't laugh..!" viktor frowns up at you, smushing his cheek against your thigh. "there's nothing going on between me and jayce." you comb your fingers through his hair, smoothing down a few strands, watching them poof up once more. "good. i don't want to share you." he leans back, stretching. "you're not sharing me. i'm all yours, babe." you help him up, picking up his cane for him.

you stumble a little as viktor leans on you, kissing your neck a few times. "c'mon, our uber's pulling up." you help him into the back, getting in after him. viktor snuggles into your side, nuzzling your neck as he sprawls onto you. "do you love me??" he asks, and you giggle. "of course i love you." you press a small kiss to his head. "good. i love you too." viktor smiles, cuddling into you further as his arms tighten around your waist.

"vik." you speak, and he lets out a long hum. "how much have you drank?" he pauses to think, letting out a small puff. "i can't remember." you roll your eyes, pressing a kiss to his head. viktor leans into you, eyelids drooping a little; you just about manage to catch his drowsy expression. "hey, stay awake for me baby. i don't want to carry you to our apartment." you comb your fingers through his hair, fluttering gentle kisses all over your boyfriend's face.

"mmmh.. but i'm tired." he whines, his head falling onto your shoulder. "i know, we'll be home soon." you smile, resting your head upon his. "i love youuu.." he sighs, trying to curl up on the backseat so he could lay on you fully. "i love you too, vik." you manoeuvre a little to let him get comfy, wrapping both arms around him. "you don't love jayce?"

"i don't love jayce. only you." you smile, refraining from squirming as his lips kiss along your collarbones. "mmh-good. i'm gonna take a nap." viktor slurs, and you can't help but roll your eyes. "c'mon, stay awake for me." you gently shake his shoulder, and he whines like a child. "c'mon vik, i'll pay you in kisses." you laugh as he looks up at you, pressing a kiss to your lips. "one more?" he mumbles, and you giggle. "a lot more if you stay awake."

viktor hums, accepting a chain of kisses happily, his fingers curling into the fabric of your dress. "we're five minutes away." the uber quips, and you want to answer politely but your boyfriend was more demanding. you let out a breathy moan as viktor nips your bottom lip, taking the chance to push his tongue into your mouth.

once viktor breaks away for air, his head falls onto your shoulder as he snuggles in, and you press kisses to his head. "c'mon. we're almost there." you have to lay back as he presses all his dead weight into you as he cuddles you. "mmh i want more kisses." he smiles, and you press a hand to his shoulder. "you can have kisses when we get home." you push him back so he's sitting, getting up yourself.

viktor whines, collapsing onto your chest, drunkenly confessing his love to you over and over again. "i love you too, vik. c'mon i see our apartment building." you get his cane and tip the driver for putting up with your drunken mess of a boyfriend. viktor stumbles out of the car behind you, falling onto you and almost knocking the two of you over. lanky arms find their way around your waist as he mumbles something; hiding his face in your neck. "vik, c'mon-"

"i don't wanna share you with jayce.." he pouts, and you roll your eyes. "you're not sharing me with anyone." you take one of his arms, supporting him as you begin to walk inside. viktor almost falls over in the lobby, but you manage to get him into the elevator without him collapsing and hurting himself. "i didn't realise you were so heavy." you tease, deciding to take a video in the elevator mirror to send jayce in the morning.

"i'm not heavy!" he fakes offence, leaning on you. you laugh, ending the video before he realises. "can i have more kisses now?" he pouts, hooking his chin upon your shoulder. "not yet, when we get you in bed you can have kisses." viktor groans, fastening his arms around your waist. the elevator dings, and you help him to the door, fishing the keys from his pocket. "now..?"

"nope. be patient." you smile, unlocking the door and opening it before you aid him to the couch. sighing, you lock the front door and put the keys in their usual place. "babbbyyy..! kisses!" viktor whines, reaching for you. "no, we're sobering you up a bit."

viktor huffs, getting up and wobbling a little. "careful." you warn, pressing a hand to his side. viktor nods, following you to the bedroom. "stay here, i'm gonna get you some water." you say, and viktor mumbles something drunkenly. you leave him for at least a minute when he's calling for you. "coming." you shout back, taking the glass of water with you.

"help.." he pouts, his pants ruffled. you can't help but laugh at how lost he looks. "don't laugh..!" viktor whines, and you stifle your giggles. "sorry, sorry baby. c'mere." you put the glass down on his bedside table, unzipping his flyer for him. you help him out of them, supporting his lower back so he didn't fall. "buy me a drink." viktor giggles, trailing kisses along your shoulder. "i think you've had enough to drink, love." you push viktor to the bed, and he falls onto it.

you can't help but smile as he snuggles into his pillow, almost falling asleep. you take a quick video of him, adoring how pretty he looks. putting your phone down, you join him, draping the covers over him. viktor feels your presence and latches onto you, legs tangling into yours, his arms squeezing your torso. "hey." you smile, pressing a kiss to his nose. viktor lets out a small noise, giving you a sleepy kiss on your lips.

you give him kisses as he dozes off, and eventually he passes out, completely tangled in your limbs and pressed up against you. you smile, kissing his forehead one last time as you settle down as well, texting jayce goodnight quickly. viktor hides his face in your neck, his breath tickling your skin slightly as he snoozes. eventually, you fall asleep too, pressing your cheek against his head as you hold him tightly.

he was going to have a killer hangover in the morning.

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i'm praying for everyone in ukraine and hoping that russia does not win under any circumstances. if you feel unsafe i've heard that the border to poland is open and awaiting your arrival.

please stay as safe as you can and stay strong. i'm sorry putin is such a tryant. sending love from england. i love you all ukraine, stay safe.

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ways to support ukraine!!

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pilots

viktor x reader

tags/warnings: a smidge of jayce having a crush on u, matchmaker jayce, jealousy, confessions of love, eventual romance, kissing, very mild steamy content, making out/hickeys thats all, injuries, violence, mild gore, gunshot wounds, angst with comfort, happy endings

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as a pilot, it was your job to defend piltover in the skies and on the ground. you were swift and efficient much like the long line of pilots in your family before you; highly praised. you didn't care much for the publicity, the recognition, you were doing it for your own reasons.

heimerdinger had you visit a few times, fixing up any broken mechanics for you until you picked up engineering yourself. in those early days, you had met viktor, a lad the same age as yourself climbing through the ranks to his well earned position. mutual respect was shared for one another, but you two didn't interact too much until heimerdinger was taking care of something else; leaving viktor to help aid you instead.

the two of you formed a bond, unbreakable and as strong as the two of you together. you both swapped traumatic experiences and offered comfort, solitude; both were thankful. it had been 2 years since those days, and your job was getting riskier every day. it was to be expected, viktor knew that, but the thought of you putting your life on the line daily and acting like it wasn't a big deal formed a lump in his throat.

drifting apart from people he loved was something viktor hated, for he had witnessed it before. you were busy, sneaking into his room only to find him knocked out at his desk, and him asking for you to stay with him but you calling a rain check after receiving an important call.

jayce, of all people, was the one who kept you two glued together. you two had hit it off well, and it left a funny taste in viktor's mouth. at least he got to see you, he'd think. god, he was stupid. the spiral of thoughts had him losing sleep, his work slipping, jayce had to keep him awake most days.

"i'm planning on inviting y/n to the ceremonies, what do you think?" jayce asks one day, and viktor chokes on his drink. "they're far too busy." he glances at jayce, but he wasn't even looking at his partner. he was staring at you. "c'mon, it would be fun! you two could reconnect! besides, i heard some other pilots saying that they've got the day off unless it was an emergency." jayce looks at his friend, a charming smile on his face. "besides, imagine how hot they'd look in formal wear." he nudges viktor. please-, viktor thought, rolling his eyes, he already was.

"do what you want to, jayce." viktor sighs, continuing to scribble notes down into his notebook, bony fingers aching as he grips the pen harder than he's meant to. "alright, alright. i'll do it." jayce stands, and viktor acts unbothered until he's across the room. jayce is so charismatic, so charming, a hit with ladies and men... viktor could never compete with him.

-but he saw you first! his brain would argue; he loathed it. viktor pushes his petty thoughts aside, watching the two of you interact. you gave jayce a skeptical look before chuckling, saying something brief. jayce leans in, probably whispering, and viktor watches as you fluster a little. his poor pen creaks under his jealous grasp, threatening to snap at any moment when suddenly, your eyes meet his. electricity zaps into his heart and viktor scrambles a little, dropping his pen and looking away skittishly. his gaze creeps back, and you're agreeing to whatever jayce said.

fuck. that's all his saddened jealous brain could muster up. he wanted to leave the hall, go drown in sorrow somewhere else; because in his brain you weren't his anymore- you weren't his anyway. jayce bounces over, a happy look on his face; contrast to his friend's. "sooo, are you coming to the ceremonies too?" jayce grins, leaning on the table. viktor didn't spare him a glance. "no, i'm far to busy for such dumb events." he spits. "oh- what?!" jayce splutters, but viktor had stood up, gathered his things and left.

he felt stupid. you never saw him like that but he fell for you anyway. so now here viktor was, listening to fireworks and sipping his own whiskey. in a fit of pure jealousy and sombreness viktor had ripped up the confession he had written for you, he was planning on hand delivering it to you tonight. he really wanted to go to the event, he had never missed one, but the mere thought of someone else having their hand in yours made him sick. three knocks interrupts his self loathing session, and he scoffs. "jayce, i'm not going to the ceremony-!"

"shame, i was waiting for you for like 2 hours." viktor almost spits out his whiskey, quickly gathering himself to face you. "hey..." he mumbles. "hi. can i come in..?" your voice is soft, caring. he wants to shake his head no, but he gestures for you to join him. "you look nice." his words are brief, but you give him a smile anyway. "thanks, but if i'm being honest social events aren't my thing. if you wanted to hang out up here with booze you could of just said so instead of leaving me down there with jayce."

viktor furrows his brows, his eyes meeting yours. "i thought jayce was your date?" he responds, and a beat of silence thickens. you burst out laughing, and viktor wants to curl into a ball and never be seen again. "jayce? no! of course not!" you giggle, waving your friend off. "he's just a friend. my sights are set higher." you wink, viktor's heart cracks.

"oh. that's nice." he smiles, it's strained and clearly forced. "what's up?" you sigh, shuffling a little closer like you used to 2 years ago. "nothing..." he lies, and it's your turn to scoff. "yeah right! are you sick?" your warm knuckles gently press against his forehead, the touch is so intoxicating. "no, i'm just not in the mood tonight." viktor sighs, leaning away and sipping his drink. "talk to me." you mumble, your hand grasping his.

"it's not important." he snaps, he didn't mean to. "hey, alright..! i won't press you i promise, but... i'm always here for you, vik. remember that." you sigh, looking out the window to the fireworks. "if jayce wasn't your date... who was?" you look at him quizzically. "what?" you turn to face him again, hating how sad he looked. "who was your date?" viktor repeats, voice a little firmer. "uh... are you joking or just drunk?"

"why would i be joking?" viktor asks. "because jayce said you were the one asking me to dance at the ceremony." you cross your arms. "either way, this isn't funny." your comment is almost final, and you go to get up when viktor darts forward, grabbing your wrist tighter than he expected. "don't go..." he practically pleads. you want to snap at him, but the desperation in his eyes makes you stay. "jayce said i asked you out?" viktor echoes, and you nod. "yeah. he said you were too nervous to ask me yourself or something."

"i thought he was asking you to be his date at the ceremony?" silence encases the two of you once more as realisation sets in. "that motherfucker-!" you laugh, and viktor can't help but laugh too. all the hatred that was building inside of him had been knocked over like a pile of sand, completely dissipated into the water below. "he tried to set us up, didn't he?" viktor chuckles. "he did..!" you grin, spotting the shred of paper. "hey, what's this?"

"oh- that's just some scrapped ideas, not important!" viktor tries to snatch the paper, but you had already grabbed them. "oh come on, all your ideas are great! let me see!" you see it as play fighting, but viktor didn't. he was desperately trying to get that damned note from you, watching as your face slowly drops as you piece together the paper and read the contents. "is this..?"

"please don't go.." he whispers, heart completely still. "is this for me..?" you ask in a hushed tone. viktor nods shamefully. you carefully ironed out the paper, placing them together as best you can. "viktor-"

"don't... don't humour me." he sighs, going to grab his whiskey for a refill. your hands find his face, and he almost jolts with shock as your lips meet his. quickly, viktor melts into your kisses, growing more desperate as your one hand sneaks into his hair, the other cradling his jaw. brief breaks for air were cut off by another kiss, and another. slowly, viktor started to think he was dreaming until you nipped his lip slightly, giggling into his mouth as he gasps.

"fuck, i've wanted to do that for a long time." you laugh, kissing along his jaw sweetly. "how long?" he grins, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. "since i saw you." you clarify, nipping and suckling on his neck. viktor lets out a shuddery exhale, leaning into you even more as your lips paint his neck a dark purple. "me too.." he mumbles, pulling you away from his neck to kiss you again.

just as one of your hands slipped up his shirt, a blaring alarm with a red light echoes through the building, making the two of you jump. "shit!" you hiss, pulling away from viktor. "that's the intruder alarm..." viktor furrows his brows, going to move towards his window. "don't..! stay right here, don't go near the window and if anyone tries to get in hide." you state firmly, cupping his face in your hands with a sense of complete seriousness with a tinge of anxiety. viktor nods, accepting a small kiss goodbye before you turn and run out the door.

you had locked the door behind yourself, leaving viktor to sit upon his bed as worries ate him up. oh god, his friends, his professors, they were all out there..! he hated sitting in hiding, he had promised himself he wouldn't do it anymore- but that kiss was a promise that you'd come back, so he had to bare it. all he had to do was wait.

"what's going on?!" you yell over the panic to a guard who seems just as panicked. gunshots ring out, and you almost flinch, turning to identify the attacker. spotting another pilot, you give instructions to evacuate everyone properly whilst you go get your gear, the woman nods.

jayce curses, just his luck. his plan had fell through and now he was trapped behind a tipped table for cover. he was one of the last people in the room that they were having troubles with. the intruder, an unidentified undercity crime junky had snuck in, was shooting at everything that moved. guard were lining up shots, awaiting their golden opportunity for the okay to take the guy out. you had ordered them not to, and being a higher up, they had to listen and wait for your signal.

you were going as fast as your jets would take you, evading scattered people who were all distraught. as you pass by a few windows, you give the signal for the snipers to cover you as you rescued as many people as possible. "jayce!" you yell out, trying to urge him to run. he hesitates, scrambling from the table to you. a bullet shoots past the two of you, and you pull your friend behind yourself.

you turn back, signalling for snipers. nothing happens. cursing, you pull jayce to the exit; the sudden movement jerking him. he yelps as another bullet passes, his ankle rolling on himself. "jayce!" you panic, turning back and grabbing his hand, hauling him up. over his shoulder, you spot the shooter.

with precision, you turn with jayce, covering your friend with your own body, a bullet hitting a space between your gear. you gasp and stumble with the collision. jayce grabs you, pulling you behind cover. "shit- are you okay?!" he panics, pulling at your clothes to check you over. "i'm fine, i'm fine." you exhale shakily, pressing a hand against your blooming wound. "shit-shit-!" he presses his own trembling hands over yours.

"you're shot..!" he whines, and you nod. "i'll be fine." you smile, adrenaline pumping through you. "are people coming?" he asks. "no. not yet." you sigh, checking behind the cover. a bullet whizzes past and you flinch back. jayce is anxious, as he should be, his hands antsy to help. "relax. deep breaths." you mumble, fiddling with your own pistol that was strapped in your gear. "orders want the shooter alive for trial, but i have to take the shot." you contemplate, fiddling with the trigger.

jayce nods, but tenses as you hand him the gun instead. "for self defence. i have to detain him." you nod firmly, and jayce looks at the gun, then at you. "yeah... okay." he clutches the gun tightly. "good. i'll see you at the finish line." you pat his cheek gently, watching a familiar emotion arise, one you'd already seen that night.

you quickly duck out of cover, boosting your jets to charge the shooter. the man panics, shooting his gun rapidly in a hurry to stop you. you try to disarm him, but he struggles, briefly you feel the barrel press into your sternum. quickly, you grab the gun, whacking the man's wrist. the gun slips from his grasp and you toss it, blocking a frenzied punch from the attacker.

his foot sweeps your legs, and you with a harsh thud as you hit the floor. being caught off guard disables you for a moment, letting the man grasp your neck tightly. you choke out a few noises, scratching his wrist as the other hand reaches for the gun. you're so close, fingertips brushing against the handle, but your vision is going blurry and your head feels like it's about to burst.

a gunshot makes your ears ring, and the man slumps, blood dripping onto your face. you gasp for breath, sitting up and pushing the body off of yourself. jayce pants, adrenaline running through himself, your gun dropping from his hands. "holy shit-!" he whines, sitting down in shock. footsteps are the only thing your ears can pick up, panicked voices talking over each other as medics and others move in.

grunting, you stand up as best you can. "careful." one of the medics warns, pulling you over to a chair to do some quick patches as the body is taken away. in the corner of your eye, you see jayce being taken care of, an odd calmness is lay over the room. perhaps it's shock, maybe sadness that a single man ruined a beautiful evening.

time passes quickly as you answer questions, backing up jayce's self defence claims. "he did what he had to." you nod, and the captain nods back, signalling for a cleanup. the evening was over, and you had to face the actually worry in your stomach.

viktor's leg is moving a mile a minute, his head in his hands. you've been gone for what feels like hours, and the silence is too much. he wants to get up, look for you, hug you and never let go, but he held faith. the door clicks a few times, then opens slightly, he looks up.

a nervous smile greets him, and he lets out a breath of relief. standing, viktor meets you in a hug, his arms tight around you. "careful..!" you sigh, and he lets go completely, furrowing his brows. "what?" his eyes flicker down to the bullet wound in your clothes, and he frowns. "i'm okay. it went straight through. i've had some stitches put in, i'll be okay." you cup his face, resting your forehead against his.

"if you say so, dear... but i've been worried sick. what happened?" viktor pulls you in close once more, now hyper aware of your wound. "an active shooter, someone from the undercity... he was shooting anything that moves- it was chaos." viktor pulls your hands gently, guiding you back to his bed. "i was so worried..." he sighs, watching you lay back.

you let out a more relaxed breath, letting him join you. your legs link, and you drape an arm over his side, pulling him in close. "it's alright now. he's been neutralised, managed to nick me and a few others but nothing fatal." you smile as viktor nods, relief on his face. "what's going to happen to him?" his fingers trace soft shapes along your back, it's soothing. "his body will be sent back to any family.. jayce had to put him down." you mumble, and viktor's face drops again. "what happened?"

"he got the drop on me, it was stupid... he tried to strangle me but luckily i gave jayce my gun. he did what he had to." you look away, almost ashamed, but viktor brings you back. his hand presses onto your cheek, your lips meet gently. "it's not your fault." he whispers, yet you disagree. "if i had been faster- better... he wouldn't of had to do anything."

"stop beating yourself up over something like this." viktor scolds, holding onto you tightly. "sorry..." you sigh, and viktor kisses you once more. your hands interlock, and viktor kisses you a few more times. "i love you." he mumbles, you feel happiness blooming in you. "i love you too..." you yawn, pressing in closer. you both feel safe with each other as viktor whispers to you, fluttering kisses over your face as you doze off. he was so lucky that you felt the same way.

[icybrry]

viktor as a boob guy hcs bc i see him as a boob guy

this is a nsfw themed post so minors dni

god help him

bc he doesn't know what to do with himself when he gets w you

like he wants to be a lovely gentleman (and he is)

but boobs

you will one hundred million percent catching him checking you out

he cant help it you're so pretty

he does this thing where he checks you out then remembers himself and looks up at your face, then away all whilst blushing

its adorable

if you catch on and tell him that its ok he will be very relieved bc he doesnt feel like himself

when he's big spoon his hands will end up there no matter what

its so much worse if he's asleep bc his hands seem to immediately go there

he keeps them warm tho so thats a plus

if you sleep shirtless he will melt bc ur trusting him and boobies

loves chest to chest cuddling too bc he doesn't feel as pervy

he also doesn't mind big boobs or small boobs he just loves them

if you take the reigns during cuddles he will rest his head on them, if you hold his head/stroke his hair he will literally ascend to heaven

will fall asleep there too

if you wear oversized clothes you could let him hide in there so he can rest his head on your boobs

he would never say it but he loves laying like that w you

((direct smut starts here <3))

hickeys

he's down bad for leaving marks on u and omg

ur chest will be covered in them

kisses them a lot

a lot a lot

he will grope them if he can

if not he just holds your hand instead <3

will go nuts if u wear lingerie for him

he's not one for cumming on his partner,,, buuuut

if you want him to then he wont say no 👀

however,, boob jobs

give this man a boob job and he will be over the god damn moon

he would literally be putty in your hands (or boobs even)

like he would one hundred percent be moaning like its the best thing he's ever received

spouts i love you's a lot more too

like he normally says it during and after but when ur giving him a boob job he says it all the damn time

extra cuddly after, hes full of affection

if ur boobs are sore from all his biting and hickeys he'll give them a massage and kisses <33

[icybrry]

idyllic

viktor x reader

tags and warnings: bimbo!reader, pole dancing, self deprecation, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, cuddling, happy endings

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you're perfect in his eyes, everything he could ever want. you were such a bubbly personality, friends with everyone because of your work. it's actually how he met you, working, pouring drinks for people; as happy as can be. the bar was a popular place in piltover, it was where jayce had taken him to celebrate their breakthrough in hextech.

viktor had to be forever in jayce's debt because that night he met you. the two of you stuck together like glue, with you expressing extreme interest as you made them their favourite drinks. jayce adored you too, inviting you to events and to hang out in general. these hangouts led to you and viktor hanging out by yourselves when jayce was busy; which would evolve to you two hooking up behind his back.

it had been two months since the two of you had started seeing each other officially, albeit the relationship was private. viktor was very happy, everyone noted that he was more talkative, smiling to himself sometimes. jayce was teasing him about it constantly, asking him vulgar joking questions about who he's slept with and 'who's the lucky girl'.

"no one, i'm just excited to explore hextech more." viktor sighs, and jayce rolls his eyes. "you're so boring;" he laughs. "we need to get you laid." jayce heads back to his workspace, and viktor grins to himself when his friend wasn't looking. 'if only you knew..' he thought, silencing a giggle; shoulders bobbing. quickly, he snuffs the giddiness he feels as jayce turns around once more, handing over extra notes. "what do you think?"

"hm... it could use some tweaking, but..." viktor trails off. "what? no! not that- well yes that, but i mean you getting laid." jayce leans against his friend's desk. viktor feels a sense of awkwardness growing. "uhm, no thanks..?" he glances away, nervousness starting to show. "oh, come on. you need to loosen up, i could get you a girl- or guy... we could see how it goes." jayce grins, and viktor wants to laugh at him. "i'll have to reject." he replies, placing jayce's notes upon his desk.

"what- oh..." jayce's smile creeps into something mischievous, and viktor's cheeks start to tint red. "what?" he asks, mind already reeling. "there's already someone in the picture... isn't their, vik?" jayce's voice is low, knowing. "no, there isn't..." viktor sighs, standing from his chair and grabbing his cane. "oooh, there is!" jayce hops up, practically bouncing with excitement.

"jayce-" "who is it? do i know them? are they hot?" "jayce!" viktor runs a hand over his face. "i'm not dating anyone, i'm not seeing anyone. please, let it go." viktor's voice is growing more stern, and jayce sighs. "fiiine, fine. i'll let you go this time." his friend nudges his arm playfully. "go get some rest, we'll touch up on our planning tomorrow." jayce salutes, and the two split up for the night.

by the time viktor gets to your apartment (where he had started to stay in more than his own home) it's apparent that you're already there, your shoes are in the hallway and he can hear some muffled music from your studio. viktor decides to give you privacy, not wanting to intrude as he heads to get changed.

after a few more tracks, the music stops completely, and viktor glances at your door expectingly. normally when you finished up, you'd come out and get a drink, but tonight you seemed to be lingering. minutes pass, and his brows furrow with worry as he looks back over at the door.

quickly, viktor pours a glass of water and knocks on your studio door. your voice is startled as you call out to him. "yeah?" viktor doesn't want to enter just yet. "i brought you some water, you didn't come to get any." he speaks, and he can hear some shuffling from the room. "one second..!" after a few noises, the door opens and you greet your boyfriend with a strained smile.

"are you alright?" he asks, and you nod hurriedly. "yeah! yeah... i'm okay. are you okay?" you accept the water with a more thankful smile. "i'm fine... just a little concerned." he crosses his arms, leaning on your doorframe. "oh, why?" you frown, your own worry rising. "you seem... off. why?" viktor watches as you shuffle under his gaze. "i'm not off, no-no, nothing's wrong." you offer another unconvincing smile, and viktor rolls his eyes at your behaviour.

"i-uh... i have to finish this routine, and i don't wanna bother you so i'm just gonna- y'know.." viktor catches onto your want of privacy, and nods. "okay. call for me if you need something, love." he smiles, giving you a gentle kiss. "i will." your voice is quiet, and you give him a more honest smile as you close the door once more. viktor huffs, heading into the bedroom to wait for you.

after half an hour, you slip into the bedroom, seeing viktor already in bed. normally it was you waiting for him, it felt strange. viktor feels the bed dip under your weight, and he opens the blanket up for you, letting you curl up beside him. "hey..." you mumble, feeling your tension melt as your lover wraps you up in warmth. "hey." he replies, voice already sleepy. silence encases the two of you, and you find yourself fiddling with his shirt anxiously as he rests a hand upon your hip, eyes closed.

"...why are you with me..?" you whisper, and viktor opens his eyes. "what?" he rasps, stifling a yawn. "you could have anyone you want... why do you want to be with me?" you ask, and viktor can see the pout on your lips. "because i love you." he offers his hand, resting it upon your cheek. you don't meet his eyes, and he sighs. "is this what's bothering you..?" he asks, and you nod, leaning into his touch slightly.

"talk to me, love." he says through a tired exhale, trying not to yawn. "i just... i overheard some of the rich old guys saying that i was dumb, and that i was only good for... y'know... sex..." you frown, and viktor slowly wakes up, his anger slowly rising. he wants to say something, but he knows that he should let you vent it all out to him. "i was just.. thinking about it the whole day and... you're so smart and i just thought 'he must hate that i'm so dumb sometimes' and it's eating me..." you whine out, tears running down your face as viktor brings you into a tight hug.

"i love you how you are. i don't care for intelligence or sex skills, i love you. all of you." he whispers, his arms squeezing your smaller frame tightly. you can't help but sob into his shoulder, clutching onto him just as tight, your fear of him leaving burning in your chest. "don't go..." you hiccup, and viktor feels his heart ache. "shh; shh... i would never leave you, my love." he breathes out, rubbing soothing circles upon your skin.

"i love you." viktor presses kisses into your neck, fingers slipping into your hair as he cradles your head against the crook of his shoulder and neck, keeping you close. "i'm sorry..." you repeat those words like a prayer, crying until your eyes stung and your head hurt. "don't apologise. you've done nothing wrong." viktor's voice is so gentle, so loving as he showers you with as much affection he can manage to give.

"i just feel like i'm not good enough." you sob, your fingers curling into the back of his shirt, which was wet with your angst. "you're more than enough. you're all i could ever want... i love you so much." viktor soothes you, it's a slow process as you cry into him. "you're so perfect, so pretty;" he continues. "you're kind, you're polite. you are perfect in every way." he presses a firmer kiss to your cheek to emphasise his point.

with what feels like hours, you eventually calm, breath hitching as you slip your own hand up to rest upon his neck, holding him just as close to yourself. "thank you..." you pout, kissing his jaw. "don't thank me. i'm just stating truth, my love." viktor smiles, finally kissing your lips properly. you melt into him, kissing him back as your forehead tenderly touches his. "feeling better now, my love?" viktor asks, and you nod, wiping his shirt slightly. "sorry.. i didn't mean to soak you." you giggle.

"ah, don't worry lovely. it will dry." he smiles, glad to see you happier. you flutter soft kisses over his neck and face, primarily his jaw and cheeks, as viktor's arms cradle your body close to him. "you're perfect, my love." he smiles, kissing you once more. "i love you." you yawn, pressing your head under his chin; a position the two of you took up often. "i love you too, my lovely."

"tell me about your day..?" you ask, voice quieter as you settle against him, arm draped over his waist. "of course." viktor presses a final kiss to your head, starting his routinely ramblings to you; something he did every night to help you fall asleep. and help you sleep it did, as you begin to doze off, the sound of his soothing voice causing a smile to creep onto your lips.

viktor continues to speak to you, even long after you had fallen asleep against him, just because he wanted to. he loved late night rambles, even if you weren't conscious to listen to them, they were special to him. he could make up stories, tell you old stories you've already heard, and confess his love for you whilst you slept. sometimes he's convinced that you hear them when you dream, as you'd say something with a familiar note in the morning; viktor could only smile.

after an hour of pure rambling, his throat was becoming sore with constant speaking, and his eyelids were heavy, so viktor let his sentence trail off as he yawns. "i love you." he whispers, dozing off completely, out like a light as his cheek rests against your hair. you stir as he stops talking, but settle again as his deepened breathing becomes a bit more audible. viktor just knew his arm would be dead in the morning from the cuddling position, but he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.