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nowwheresmynut · 2 years
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And now I see it now I'm certain
I see you with my eyes opened
Trusting that our love
Our love is enough
Solid gold and perfect to the touch
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sharpace · 6 months
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Hi! Can you please enlighten me about the divorce era in crank it universe? Will they have a divorce and reunion there? And if yes, will you draw it?
Hello!! Yes, I can!
ABOUT THE DIVORCE ERA
The short of it is it’s meant to reflect the canon “Divorce Era” between Jayce and Viktor but… like ridiculous and sad.
The long of it, Jayce and Viktor grow in their success and eventually turn their little computer building and gaming (mostly gaming channel) into a company proper. With the new resources and sudden stress, their relationship slowly chipped away until all that was left was resentment and moving through the motions and… a really explosive fight that lead to the separation. But for the sake of comedy, they live across the hall from each other and refuse to be the one who signs for the divorce so they never sign but keep instigating paperwork at one another.
WILL THEY REUNITE?
They will reunite! I think the divorce era was the result of realizing you got together quickly and young and then proceeded to spend over a decade 24/7 together without ever hashing out what “helping kids like we were” truly definitively meant. So the time apart was needed to create an individual identity and untangle their life goals from one another. But the relationship would look a lot different than it looks in Crank It since one of my “rules” for writing Crank It is they “love each other no matter what” with the intent that they’re entwined in each other 24/7 even when only one appears. Whereas I think the reunion era would be more blunt, mature, and generally like two individuals coexisting instead of two people existing as one.
WILL YOU DRAW IT?
Oh ho! A tricky question. Yes and no. So I do really love microwaving the Divorce Era (and I love draw them as old cranky men) and I have some written pieces and comics BUT Crank It is such a safe space for so many people, that I wouldn’t want to cross them over and jettison everyone into weekly angst.
However!
Any comics I’ve made, are available to members on my Ko-Fi and I am working on an illustrated timeline of the divorce era going through the major moments starting from their wedding day all the way to their reunion. This will also go up on my Ko-Fi. I’m debating on how I want to release it so 👀 I’d recommend keeping an eye out for when that official announcement rolls through.
And some old men for you! Thanks!
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somesweetnothingness · 3 months
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Random very soft drabbling jayvik x reader
You are so tired but you don't want to go to sleep.
Already half asleep at your desk, it became difficult to keep your eyes open. Jayce is the first one to notice and he comes closer to pat your back gently.
"Maybe you should go home to sleep for tonight" he whispers softly.
You groan a bit, laying your upper body on the desk fully.
"I don't want to. I'd be all alone there" you mumble. Their presence always made you feel at ease, you'd rather stay here, as uncomfy as your desk is.
Jayce chuckles "Well I'm sure sleeping can only do me good. I'll go with you. So should Vik" he looks at Viktor on another side of the room, knowing full well he's been listening all along.
Viktor doesn't even bother stopping his work. "if being alone is the issue then your presence should suffice, Jayce"
"C'mon you've been here earlier than all of us. You should take a break" Jayce says.
You look at them bantering, it makes you chuckle quietly before starting to dozz off again.
You must have fallen asleep for a minute because when you open back your eyes you are on Jayce's back. He's carrying you through the corridors. You can hear the clicks of Viktor's cane against the floor not too far, proof that Jayce won their previous argument. Both of the boys are chatting about some things you don't quite understand in your state, it makes you smile softly as you close back your eyes to rest.
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arcanesouls · 1 year
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Lab Afternoons
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iinkymushroom · 1 year
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a WONDERFUL soft commission and kind gift from @frappujiku
mike is an angel and i am so happy
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steelandscience · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends) Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Mid Time Skip, Anal Sex, Butt Plugs, Blow Jobs, Edging, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, (sort of?), PWP, I Swear To God It’s Literally Just 9.2k of Smut, dom viktor, sub Jayce, Praise Kink, Kink Negotiation, Teasing, Humiliation, Soft Feelings Too, Jayce is just really in love Series: Part 2 of Steel and Science (A Jayce/Viktor Collection) Summary:
He was more than happy to help— except that he was a scientist, and the data here (fake coughs, flushed cheeks, smirk, blown out pupils) seemed to point to the fact that Viktor did not need it. That this was, in fact, one of Viktor’s experiments. That Jayce was one of Viktor’s experiments.
Jayce could practically hear Viktor’s voice in his mind: ‘What would happen if I made Jayce walk across the Council room to get me a glass of water while he is stuffed with an almost cock-sized plug?’
— — —
All Jayce wants is to be close to Viktor even as they go through their bi-weekly presentation. Viktor has a solution that may be a little too perfect.
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oodlyenough · 3 months
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fic 20 questions
1. how many works do you have on Ao3? 127...! I have had the account since 2009, lol.
2. what's your total Ao3 word count? 707,519
3. what fandoms do you write for? Generally I only write for one at a time, which is currently Ace Attorney. Not counting the odd one-offs for ask memes over the years, the other big ones were Arcane, Borderlands, Doctor Who and the wizard books.
4. what are your top five fics by kudos?
Commutative Law (Arcane)
Window of Opportunity (Arcane)
Where the Air is Rarefied (HP)
Prestidigitation (Arcane)
Contingency Planning (Arcane)
Lmao, 4 of 5 written in 2022. You can see the power of writing m/m in a popular new fandom VS my entire other library at the time. Admittedly at some point I made a concerted effort to try and knock HP down from top spot, which was successful. For now. Jayvik fandom has quieted down a lot.
5. do you respond to comments? Yes. Sometimes it takes a while because if it's a particularly thoughtful comment I try to give a particularly thoughtful reply, and it can take time to gather my thoughts.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I'm going to discount oneshots because the tone in one-shots tends to be more consistent throughout the piece rather than being about the "ending" yknow.
So probably King and Country, a Doctor Who fic cowritten with @go-ldy way back when. Technically a happy ending if you factor in immense amounts of off-screen couples therapy lmao. But we had originally written something much simpler and happier, and it didn't fit the story at all, so we went back and wrote something heavier for the closing chapter, which is why it sticks in my mind.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I think probably Anachronism, the 95k Borderlands epic. I had always had a rough image of the four main characters happy together by the end, and it was also my swansong in Borderlands fandom, so I wanted it to be an optimistic, happy ending (especially in contrast to whatever the hell is going on in the canon there now lmfaoooo). Plus the rest of the fic was quite angsty, and the ending was hopeful and happy.
8. Do you get hate on fics? Not in recent memory. Once upon a time I got a couple disgruntled comments in Doctor Who fandom, and perhaps funniest of all found people complaining about my fic on LJ in French, unaware I read French.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope I'm a big baby who gets too embarrassed. I've written some pretty soft-focus M rated stuff but nothing I think could rightly be called smut.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I wrote a short joke crossover between Doctor Who and Inspector Spacetime, the Doctor Who parody from Community. I don't think that one made the leap from Teaspoon to AO3 actually.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, a number of times. It's very flattering. Mostly Borderlands fics and mostly into Russian iirc, but there's been a few over the years. Sometimes people ask, and I say "sure, drop me a link!" and I never hear back, so I'm not sure if they forgot to link or just never finished translating to begin with.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? My longest and best DW fics with @go-ldy way back when! Not so much since.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I'm gonna be real it always just feels like whatever I'm into at the moment. And, actually, not necessarily something I write fic for -- like Pricefield is an all-timer for me, easy, but I have never written fic and I haven't read all that much either. If I were narrowing to tree, one of "each" lol, probably Doctor/Rose, Pricefield and Narumitsu.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Don't have any. I know I will never finish them (RIP Fixer-Upper and Silly Love Songs) as I've lost interest in those fandoms.
16. What are your writing strengths? I'd like to think I am good at packing emotional and/or character beats into a concise scene or story. Adding missing scenes or elaborating on canon scenes to give some additional depth or meaning without really deviating from the source.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Definitely plot. I will get stumped on the technicalities of things for ages -- I might know an emotional scene I'd like to write, but hell if I know how to get them there. It's why I primarily write one-shots. Also I struggle with any kind of scenery or set description.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I avoid it as much as I can. (Which so far has been entirely, lol.) I don't speak any other languages well enough to write dialogue in them and feel awkward relying on Google translate or hitting up random friends to do that work for me. I am more likely to use the "said something in [language]" approach.
19. First fandom you wrote for? I actually can't be sure but I think it was 101 Dalmatians. The animated one. When I was like, 7.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I'm gonna cheat and do one per fandom:
Anachronism (Borderlands) -> biggest, most complicated, plotty fic I have ever written, with four main characters and every combination of relationship between them as the focus. Took 3 damn years. Very proud of it.
Unravel (Ace Attorney) -> total recency bias here but I'm very happy with it and it scratched a very particular itch for me, fleshing out a relationship and characters that exist mostly in the fringes of canon, something I used to do lots of but haven't in recent years
Contingency Planning (Arcane) -> an emotional sucker punch fic in my humble opinion, happiest with it
Out of the Howling (Doctor Who, with @go-ldy) -> actually I had a hard time picking a DW fic. But this was our last together and most complex, so it wins. Also the Master is fun as hell to write.
I am supposed to tag people! I am not sure who else has already been tagged. Do it or don't, I'm not your boss, happy new year 🎊 @annalyticall @heavybreathingcatt @sandboxer @mutxnts @tinsnip @tlonista @themirokai
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heraldeez · 1 year
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Terrifyingly Bad
JayVik x Reader | 2.3K | SFW
Warning/Tags: Modern AU, really terrible haunted houses, mentions of nipples, pre-relationship (though the reader is simping immensely). Technically Jinx, Ekko, and Sevika all make appearances briefly.
This has got to be the worst haunted house you and Viktor have ever seen. Jayce is scared shitless.
A/N: Last Halloween fic of the season, and it’s even still Halloween while posting!
This is just some haunted house misadventures, a little bit of shenanigans to round off the holiday. Loosely edited and only for a bit of fun.
Thanks to @dicax-asina and @valaruakars for encouraging my silly meter. Enjoy, and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Viktor’s ancient Volvo creaks into the lot to pick you up, swept in with a chilly autumn breeze that ruffles through your clothes.
You open the door to hop into the back seat with Jayce out of habit, because Viktor’s front seat is always covered in textbooks and an obscene amount of empty energy drink cans. Sitting atop the pile is your cardigan – you’d forgotten it last time he’d given you a ride home.
“Happy Halloween,” Viktor tosses over his shoulder, the Ghostbusters theme playing quietly on the radio.
“Looking good, (Y/n),” Jayce says. He’s got a big grin on, peering over your costume.
You hover for a moment, leaned over at the threshold for the door.
Because, to your delight, they were both dressed up.
You honestly weren’t sure if either of them were going to. Midterms had sucked every ounce of fun out of your campus this month, and though they were finally drawing to a close, Jayce and Viktor were still busy with grad work.
It warms your heart, that they’d matched your Halloween energy.
To be fair, Viktor’s costume seems to consist of a lab coat yanked from the spare closet in the science department’s storeroom. At least he’d taken time to stain it, for spooky effect, though the “bloodstains” look suspiciously like the strawberry jam you’d seen him spreading on toast when you’d left the lab the night prior.
You cock your head to the side. “What exactly are you supposed to be? Mad scientist?”
“Victor Frankenstein, obviously.”
It is not obvious.
The fact that he himself is an overworked scientist carries 90% of the convincingness of his costume, to be honest. It is regrettably charming, you have to acquiesce, how ruffled his hair is, the familiar urge to press kisses to his eyelids and love away the bags underneath them creeping up as you give him an amused thumbs up. Even if he looks pretty much like he always does.
But you don’t fault him for the low effort. His research paper into the sustainable energy possibilities for specialized prosthetics is due in less than a week, now. You were just grateful he’d carved out some time to spend with you and Jayce at all.
Jayce, on the other hand…
Well, he’s shirtless, for one. Despite the steeply falling temperatures. And wearing puppy ears, to match the puppy eyeliner that was all the rage over summer.
It does really bring out his eyes, you think, far more distracted by the collar wrapped snug around his neck.
“I’m a dog,” he provides helpfully, despite his costume being far more obvious than Vik’s. The smile he gives is crooked and earnest, wrapped up in a sweet excitement for the holiday. “What do you think?”
If he actually had a tail, it would be wagging.
Had he included that?
If so, it’s not very apparent, and you tactfully turn your eyes away from your friend’s lap before you get yourself into trouble.
“It’s, uh, very good! You nailed it,” you assure him, sliding into the bench seat and fumbling to buckle your seatbelt when Viktor raises a brow at you in the rearview mirror.
The car is small, so as you lurch into motion, Jayce’s arm has no room to rest anywhere except pressed against your own.
The drive is thankfully short.
Jayce has to duck to slide out of the tiny car, and you rest your hand atop his head to make sure he doesn’t bump it.
His hair is soft – he must have switched to mousse for the night, a few strands falling charmingly into his eyes. Unconsciously, you can’t help but card your fingers through it a bit, strands sliding silky and pleasant against your hand.
The grin Jayce gives you once he straightens up is dazzling.
“Thanks,” he says, taking your hand to give it a little squeeze.
You can feel a bashful grin tugging at the corner of your lips, but you turn away to buy tickets, leading your friends up to the annual drama department haunted house.
But once you get there, you have to pause.
The scariest thing about this haunted house is the fact that it looks like it’s going to collapse on top of you if you enter it.
There’s a big sign out front, proclaiming that organization had been left to the underclassmen this year, unlike years prior.
Seemingly mostly constructed of cardboard held together by duct tape, which hadn’t fared well in the rain, the haunt provides… not much confidence that it will be particularly terrifying.
You wouldn’t believe it, by the way Jayce was worrying his lip just looking at the entrance.
“Stop that,” you chide gently, “You’re going to get all chapped.”
Viktor nods sagely, tapping at his own lips in evidence, and you roll your eyes, rummaging your pockets in search of your own tube of chapstick.
“You’re both hopeless at taking care of yourselves, you know.” You point the chapstick accusingly at him, relying on aggressive caretaking to cover up how your mind is racing slightly, at the thought of indirect kisses.
Viktor stares at it with wide eyes when you offer it up. His hands are slow to take it, and if you’re not mistaken, his eyes are less on yours and more on your lips.
He applies some balm without complaint, though. Smacks his lips thoughtfully. “... Strawberry.”
“I’ll pick you up some, if you like that one.”
“No need. I’ll settle for stealing yours when I need it.”
Jayce leans in, eyes sparkling opportunistically. “I, uh, am feeling a little chapped actually –”
“I know for a fact that you carry lip balm around. I’ve seen it.”
You don’t go the extra mile of pointing out that his pants are so tight you know the shape of everything he’s carrying in his pockets. Among other things.
Jayce pouts, but you’re already reeling from the fact that Viktor’s lips are now marked with your own. No need to add further fuel to the fire.
It’s only made worse as Viktor’s tongue peeks out, just briefly, over his bottom lip as you all walk inside the haunt, not looking at you with cheeks stained pink.
“It’s kinda cold in here,” Jayce whispers anxiously, arms wrapped tight around your left bicep.
He's right, the inside of the haunt is barely any warmer than it had been outside in the cool October air, but you're having trouble focusing on the chill.
It's frazzling, the sheer heat radiating from his chest, pressed enticingly to your arm. It seeps through the fabric of your sleeve, into your brain, a radiating mantra of close, close, close.
A ghoul of some sort pops out, made of cardboard and paint, and Jayce is suddenly infinitely closer, your arm nested up against his firm pecs and –
And –
Well, he did say it was chilly.
You can feel his erect nipple drag against your skin, slightly cool and pebbled up in the air.
Jayce’s little gasp is almost inaudible, but you can feel how he pulls away – fuck, he’s sensitive – once the contact registers.
Only to press right back in once one of the haunt actors pops out from behind the doorway. Sensations and ego completely thrown aside, Jayce glues himself to your side, to Viktor’s amusement.
You… were not prepared to get this much intimate knowledge about Jayce’s nipples tonight, honestly. You’re struggling not to short circuit as you blindly lead him to the next room.
Where the power goes out.
The door swings shut loudly behind you, and with a snapping sound, all the lights die.
The production is actually a bit scary, for the first time all night.
Jayce all but stops breathing next to you, and you freeze, because there’s no way it’s safe to continue walking for Viktor.
You hiss his name into the dark.
Cool, calloused fingers bump against the back of your hand, Viktor threading his fingers through yours.
“I am right here,” Viktor murmurs, giving your fingers a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry.”
He’s got nice hands, your brain nonsensically provides, still frazzled from the fear and all the revelations you’d been provided about the wonders of Jayce’s nipples.
Viktor’s hands are somehow both soft and a bit dry, though not unpleasantly so. His thumb rasps gently over the back of your hand. Back-forth, back-forth, soothing.
The silence drags, in the dark, fear falling away for appreciation, for both of the men to either side of you.
You’d have all been perhaps impressed at a finally effective scare, if not for the sounds of a stage tech muttering, “Ah shit, not again,” behind the plywood walls, and the sound of a fuse box door swinging open.
“The construction is more terrifying than the damn scares,” Jayce whispers agitatedly, with all the indignance of a haughty engineering grad student.
Which, of course, he is, but he could have a little more pity for the underclassmen.
The lights switch back on.
Neither Viktor nor Jayce let go.
Progressing to the next room still holding hands just feels right.
It dumps you out in a short hallway, capped off with an, er… “animatronic” skeleton.
It looks like it was picked up from a garage sale, considering the years of weathering, and it’s held together by duct tape and prayer
"Oh fuck that thing."
Jayce's considerable mass pulls you to a halt as he stares down the skeleton.
You turn to look up at him, raising an incredulous brow. "It's just cheap plastic, it literally could not be more obviously fake."
"It's gonna jump out!"
Much to your dismay, Viktor releases your hand.
He steps up to the prop, leaning forward over his cane to squint down into the poorly concealed mass of wiring.
"Their motion sensor is misaligned," he notes, with a huff of amusement.
You roll your eyes. "Figures."
Viktor scootches over, off the path, to trip the proxy, and the skeleton creaks to life, slowly wobbling its arm up in a spectral salute...
It promptly drops down directly on top of Viktor's head. Fortunately, it merely ruffles his hair considering it's made of hollow plastic.
Less fortunately, the entire skeleton arm falls off immediately, considering it seems assembled by a deranged five year old. It clatters to the floor limply.
Viktor pokes at it with the tip of his cane.
The security door bangs open in a flash of electric blue, streaking across the room to plant itself firmly in front of the skeleton.
It’s, er, hair. Long braids. Attached to a teenage girl.
She gives a chipper “OOPS!” and whips out an entire roll of neon green duct tape.
The shrip is jarring as she yanks the end and quickly wraps vibrant tape several times around the skeleton’s shoulder at lightning speed, reaffixing the arm.
Crooked, of course.
The grin on her face when she turns around is anything but friendly, Viktor leaning back with wide eyes as she juts herself into his personal space.
“Don’t touch the displays,” she grits through bared – “smiling” – teeth.
Considering she’s the scariest thing in the room despite being all of 5’2” and dressed in an Invader Zim hoodie, you don’t bother to point out that her display had more accurately touched Viktor, first.
Didn’t seem helpful.
She flounces back through the employee door, braids trailing behind her.
From behind the thin plywood, you can hear a boy complaining, loudly, “You’re not supposed to let them see you! Think about their immersion!”
“Puh-lease, they’re totally immersed. Did you see how that big guy was cowering?”
The conversation continues audibly behind plywood that offers literally zero sound insulation, and you want to grab them both by the shoulders and ask them just what immersion they thought was to be had in this absolute folly of a haunt.
Instead, you scoop up Viktor’s hand and continue walking because you aren’t trying to get choked out by an underclassman tonight.
The rest of the haunt progresses in similarly scuffed fashion. There’s got to be an end soon, right? What the underclassmen lacked in quality, they sure made up for in miles of sprawling plywood corridors.
Finally, you turn a corner and see streetlights, under a big sign helpfully marked "EXIT".
Down a long, otherwise empty hallway. No spooks, little decoration, just a long shot out the door.
Your sense for foolishness tingles.
Sure enough, there's a faint sound of a motor starting up, behind your little group. You can't even facepalm, because both your arms are occupied.
You peek over your shoulder to find a woman with short, dark hair, her muscles strong and well built under her costume, hefting a chainsaw on her left arm.
She smirks, and revs the motor.
It's cheesy. It's overdone. It feels like an actual haunted house finally, because she's actually kind of scary, intentionally.
And then –
The world is upside down.
Jayce throws you over his shoulder into a fireman's carry, and promptly scoops Viktor into his other arm. He all but sprints down the hall, muttering "nope nope nope" the whole way.
The woman hadn't managed to pursue because she'd been too busy laughing her ass off.
Jayce doesn't put either of you down until you reach the car.
Your table in the Starbucks is quiet.
Jayce and Viktor are picking at the seasonal drinks and cake pops that you'd gotten, as a thank you for coming along.
Seemed especially necessary, after how that had turned out.
Jayce finally breaks the silence.
"That haunted house was horrible," he grouses through a mouthful of themed Halloween frappuccino. "Way too scary."
"It was horrible, alright," Viktor mumbles, twirling his cake pop with a snort.
Jayce has your cardigan from Viktor's car draped over his shoulders to chase off the chill, his arm slung over your shoulders. Viktor's leg is resting against yours under the table, a warm, comforting weight.
Your hands still tingle where they'd been holding them, even after the haunted house.
So all in all, you kinda thought it hadn’t been all that bad.
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justperfectlygay · 2 years
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My ideas for the Arcane Actors AU:
Adult Vi: The actor everyone simps for. Like the Florence Pugh or the Ryan Reynolds of the cast. She also makes the rude jokes to other actors and pushed for her character to be gay. Like she had to also train and learn boxing for her scenes as well as she fought it'd be good representation with having a buff actress.
Jinx: The actor that steals so many props from set. She has a collection of the bombs and notebooks and Hexcrystals from the scenes she was in. She gets told off for it but does it anyways.
Adult Caitlyn: The uncontroversial actor. Everyone loves her character, everyone loves her. She probably also is the very charitable actor who helps discuss serious issues in her interviews and ties it in with the show. She also did archery and guns classes before the show since she wanted to be a cop at one point.
Adult Mel: Probably the actor who is known for having the best outfits. She is also the multiple trick actor (She could possibly also sing). At the met gala she is the only one who fills the genre to a T. She's also probably been nominated as the hottest female awards on separate occasions.
Sevika: The actor who is clearly at their wits end with the other cast members or is a cinnanom roll. She's also probably diverse as a POC actor who is an amputee. She also probably is one of the more responsible of the actors.
Adult Viktor: He is probably the actor who just sits there spacing out half the time as well as spontaneously having numerous PhDs. So really he should be getting asked questions but isn't. He was also was a runner up for the Tumblr sexy man. He also posts about C!Jayvik constantly to the point the director told him off for lieing about what happens in the show. He posted about that too.
Adult Jayce: He's the actor that is socially awkward. But in the sweet way. Sometimes in an interview he'd say something and go "Wait was that a spoiler??". He also probably struggles to act confident in the council and negotiation scenes. Probably got an award for his acting in the second episode with Jinx.
Silco: The actor who is a grouch. Makes fun of the cast and jokes about them. He probably got cancelled on Twitter at one point (Vi and Viktor had a blast on Twitter during this time). Though he does have a soft spot for Jinx and Powder. He also talks about random stuff with Vander on interviews consistently that aren't even relevant.
Vander: The actor who adopted all the other actors with Silco. He says he doesn't have a favourite child but he isn't afraid to put them up for adoption if they get on his nerves for too long.
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uwuboowoo · 2 years
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Surprise
JayVik x Reader | One shot | 1k words
Summary: You find a delightful surprise waiting for you on your birthday
Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, established poly relationship, no other warnings
Happy birthday Jams! (˶^ з^(〃‿〃✿) @thedreamlessnights I hope you're having an amazing birthday ❤️ Thank you so much for your friendship and for being you in general<3 Everyone wish Jams a happy birthday! ₍˶ˆ꒳ˆ˶₎✼:♡*゚✿
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You lost the hope of having a pleasant birthday halfway through your shift, around rush hour.
It didn't look like it could get worse, though. A customer had already screamed at you, another kept scrutinizing you while you made an espresso for the fifth time because it's too strong.
Rush hour lasted longer than usual and people were asking for five drinks and sandwiches in a single order, and no one bothered to pay in small bills and coins, and now the register was running out of change. 
Once your shift was done, you were absolutely exhausted and ready to forget about birthday cakes, self-given presents or celebrations. You just wanted to go home, run a warm bath and spend the day relaxing.
You discarded the plan of relaxation at home for two reasons, though, both at plain sight for you with an obvious reason for why you chose the outside.
First, when your shift ended it was afternoon. The sun was shining in a comforting way for once, rays not scorching your skin like they usually did. The warmth made you want to bask in the coziness the day provided, as if you were a gecko resting on top of a stone.
Second reason was waiting for you inside a car, windows down and waving at you with ice cream on hand… Or rather, reasons. 
Viktor was on the wheel, shirt buttoned almost all the way up except for those last three buttons, the lilac lizard pattern only made you giggle when you saw him.
Jayce on the other hand wore a navy blue t-shirt with the legend 'science, bitch!' in bright pink over the fabric, offering you a toothy grin when he saw you from the co-pilot seat. 
You were under the impression that your boyfriends wouldn't be able to come and visit you on your birthday, given they were doing their master's already and in finals week.
In fact, you were just about to call them to ask how their final exams went before you found them inside a rented car. On your city. For which they probably had to take a plane. When they initially told you they wouldn't be able to make it.
Jayce stepped out of the car and opened his arms. You got ready and started running a few meters before reaching him, then jumped only to be caught in his arms and be spinned by him in a strong embrace.
You had missed them. A lot. You missed the smell of Jayce's cologne mixed with peppermint toothpaste. You missed the way he always smushed your cheeks every time he kissed them.
Jayce let you step into the backseat, and once settled, Viktor took your hand and gently caressed your knuckles before kissing them one by one.
You missed the tender gaze he always wore when seeing you. You missed the softness of his lips, the beauty marks adorning his face that lightly shifted whenever he smiled towards you.
"Hello, my love," he muttered against your wrist, leaving the faintest touch of a kiss on your tender skin.
"Hello," you greeted back, a smile so wide it reached your eyes. "I thought you wouldn't be able to make it!"
"Yeah, we thought that too," said Jayce. 
"We were under the impression that our last exam was today. But professor Heimerdinger decided to offer a second option for grading two weeks ago. A project that we presented yesterday."
How did they make it in time then?! 
"And what time did you arrive?" You asked.
"Around five in the morning, I guess?" Jayce replied, gesturing with his hand a so, so.
"Holy shit, and what were you doing all this time?"
"Eh, we went to get some things."
"Some things?" Your arched brow reflected how suspicious you were of Viktor's vague answer.
Jayce placed a paper bag on your lap while Viktor started to drive. You didn't know where you were going, but you couldn't care less the direction he took as long as you were with them.
"Happy birthday, baby!"
"What is this?"
You could see Viktor glancing at you for a second through the mirror.
When you opened the bag, a beautiful rainbow crop top was waiting for you. There were also earrings, a bathing suit, and a pair of cute shark slippers, fluffy to the touch and that would surely look like they were engulfing your feet when wore.
"What do you think?" Asked Jayce, you could recognize hesitance in his voice, almost as if unsure if you really liked the gits.
"I love them! And I love you both. Thank you so much, I–" 
You could feel stinging in the corners of your eyes and a very distinctive tightness in your throat.
Not only did they take a flight at ungodly hours of the morning just to see you on your birthday, but also they took the time to pick presents in your exact size and preference. They went above and beyond to show how much they appreciated you.
Sometimes, when Jayce's hand lingered long enough on your shoulder or Viktor's eyes gazed long enough on you, you couldn't help but feel as if you were the most treasured existence in the world. Like there was you and and them, and then the rest of the world came in second place.
Tucked safely from the hardships of real life, you always reached for memories of them when you needed it the most. Their laughs, their rambling about formulas and physics that sometimes you couldn't understand, the adoring way they touched you, or their voices, gentle and soft, when they told you how deep their love was for you. 
Overcome by emotion, you wiped away the tears gathering at the corners of your eyes, and offered once again that beautiful smile that could light entire rooms.
"I told you they would love it," adds Viktor. "Now, eh, we will properly celebrate your birthday."
"We'll give you the royal treatment. We're going to the beach right now. Don't worry about sunscreen, we searched in few stores until we found the one that's best for your skin. Then we'll go to your apartment, take a shower and Viktor got a reservation at your favorite Italian restaurant after 8, how does that sound?"
Jayce's voice carried excitement with every syllable he uttered, expecting for your response.
"You really are the best!" you answered.
You hoped you could climb them like a damn tree after dinner.
"Only the best for the best."
Yeah, you definitely were going to thank them once dinner was over.
You were exactly where you're supposed to be. Your hope was that someday, the rest of your days were this way, too.
Happy birthday dude<3 you beautiful ray of sunshine ✨❤️ I hope you eat lots of cake today and you receive good gifts ^-^)/ 🎁🎉
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bringthekaos · 5 months
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Honestly I feel like Jayce would be the "oh yeah sex with men. Yeah I've done tons of it. Several dozen. I'm a pro at this Vik, I swear 😏😏😏" type
(Viktor can see right through his bullshit tho)
Hahahaha yeah he kinda does doesn’t he. And to a certain point, Viktor just plays with him, sees how far he’s willing to take this little lie. And Jayce just keeps letting it go, and Viktor can tell he’s silently freaking out, so he’s finally like Jayce I know you’ve never done this before.
And Jayce turns bright red and says me?? Nooooo totally done this like a million times, so many times, in fact it’s like a daily routine now…
Viktor interrupts him: you are a terrible liar.
Jayce’s blush only intensifies, and Viktor decides to stop teasing him. It’s alright that you’ve never done this before. I’ll be gentle.
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iinkymushroom · 1 year
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The Kind of Dreams That Lead to This
Viktor had been having a very particular type of dream, the kind where you wake up craving the touch of a lover. The way the sensitive skin of his thighs touched each other, the gentle shifting of the fabric of his boxers against his dick, was just enough to leave him breathing a little heavier and only served to increase the slick heat between his thighs. 
In which Viktor wakes up from a dream and Jayce gives him what he needs.
Paring: Jayce/Viktor (Arcane)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3359
Tags: Gentle Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Grinding, Cunnilingus, Porn with Feelings, Trans Viktor, Trans Jayce, Author is Trans, Soft Smut
Read here!
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hexhomos · 1 year
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not to disrespect anyone but usual arcane jayvik content feels so bland to me its always soft sad gay content but they lack spice. desperation. where's the car seat headrest in their playlists yknow what im saying. anyway i love how you make them feel like actual characters
You and me are the same 😭 idk so much of the arcane content refuses to acknowledge their material reality and the consequences of it and i get thats supposed to be part of the wishfulfillment???? Fantasy or whatever I guess But it also feels so goddamn empty when on the same breath suddenly viktor POV will start praising cops out of nowhere or jayce begins randomly licking boots like all these stupid rich bastards havent been collectively ruining their life. For 7+ years. While setting back his research to service their ridiculous needs first. There's a pervasive strawman issue in arcane stuff that robs them of how interesting they can actually be as characters and it just makes me go bleghhhhh.
Idk it is a dealbreaker for me when a text demonstrates a critical lack of class solidarity or understanding and that's unfortunately become the mainstay of the TV fics, with the worse option of viktor being mega infantilized/brutalized so jayce can act as the moral of the story bad guy. Maybe the issue is that im not a well-off american so i cant look at this stuff and not feel a little ticked off 🤷‍♂️ but like a core part of gay romance for me is understanding that the world is not friendly to you and you've got to figure out what and who you can trust.
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aerynwrites · 2 years
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Well I’ve decided that this poly Jayvik x reader is never gonna get done and I’m just…letting it slip into oblivion.
So here’s a little snippet of what I’d written before I let it fall though.
18+ NSFW content below the cut.
Warm.
You’re completely warm with a comforting familiar pressure across your waist. A weight that makes your brow furrow as you slowly start to wake up, confusion tugging at your barely conscious mind.
Soft lips trail over your shoulder and on your cheek while feather light fingers skim over your bare thigh.
The sigh you let out is loud in the otherwise silent morning and you immediately reach out for the bodies cocooning you.
They’re home.
“Good morning sleepy head.” Jayce’s voice is deeper than usual, signaling that he must have woken up not long before you.
Smiling you nuzzle into his chest, before recahing behind you as a familiar hand slides into your own, fingers intertwining as slightly chapped lips graze your knuckles.
“Good morning, miláček,” Viktor mumbles, accent thicker than normal as he scoots closer to your back, soft chestnut hair tickling the nape of your neck as he rests his head between your shoulders.
“You’re home…” you say, utter relief filling your words as you sag into their embraces. “I missed you.”
Both men hum in unison, their hands slowly roaming over you beneath the covers.
“Mhm, we can tell…” Viktor says from behind you, toying with the edge of the large t-shirt you’re currently wearing. “Is this my shirt?”
You shrug, rolling over to face Viktor now as Jayce’s arms snake around your waist.
“You smell nice.” You offer simply. “You were gone for two weeks.”
Jayce noses at your throat, lips pressing into the delicate skin there as he speaks.
“He’s just teasing,” he whispers. “We missed you too.”
You hum, pressing your hips back into his own, brows raising at the hardness that greets you.
“Mhm, I can tell.” You tease, mocking Viktors words, before the man in question pulls your leg over his hip.
Warm breath ghosts over your chest as a slim finger hooks in the neckline of your shirt, tugging it down slowly.
“You can hardly blame us, my love.” Viktors voice is sinfully sweet, a stark contrast to the way his teeth nip at the swell of your breasts. “It has been two weeks. An awfully long time to be away from each other.”
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So uh…yeah lol. Who knows maybe one day I’ll pick it back up but I just haven’t been up to writing smut recently so…I’m the WIP graveyard it will lie until such a time arises, if it ever does.
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