weird script/conversation between you and himbo bestie jayce. idk, im just tryna get back into writing bestie jayce x reader plus hints at viktor x reader
“Hey, can I ask you a weird question?”
“All your questions are weird, but sure.”
Jayce looks up from his packed lunch, eyes wide with inquisition as he waits for your so-called weird question.
“Umm.. Do you…” your voice catches, throat thick with nerves. “Do you know if Viktor is single?”
Jayce freezes mid bite, fork still on the way to his mouth as he narrows his eyes at you.
“Why?” he stretches the word as if buying time to come up with his own conclusion.
“I'm just interested.” you shrug, turning your attention back to your lunch, spearing the potatoes with your fork.
“Just interested or interested?” Jayce carefully places his fork to his bowl, brows now furrowed in confusion.
“Is there a difference?” you don’t look up from your plate.
Jayce nods despite your inattention. “Well, yes. Just interested implies that you are merely interested in information about him but interested alludes that you are interested in him.”
You purse your lips but remain silent and staring at your food as if deep in thought over the next piece of vegetable to choose from your lunch.
“So are you?”
Finally, you look up. “Am I what?”
“Interested.” Jayce clarifies.
“Depends on the answer.”
It’s Jayce’s turn to look away, his own thoughts racing as your question rolls over and over and over in his mind. Why would you be asking? What would you do with the information once attained? Were you working for something bigger? Had you been employed by someone else who did not have the relationship you had with Jayce? Or was this endeavour for knowledge self serving?
“Jayce.” his name drags him back to reality and he looks up from his lunch. “Is he?” you pose the question again, afraid he has gotten distracted and forgot.
“Is he what?” Jayce blinks, thoughts a mile away.
“Single.” you sigh, jaw clenching as you take in a calming breath. Gods, this kid would be the death of you.
“Ohh, yeah. He is.” He nods, still not fully present in the conversation. “Why?”
“I’m not doing this with you again.” you snap, shaking your head at the circle you are caught in. It was a simple question yet nothing about his answering process was.
“No. Why are you asking?” he presses.
“Jayce, did you get hit in the head? How are you not getting this-” genuine concern starts to cloud your judgement because he should not be this confused.
“Why are you asking me? There’s no reason to unless someone else wants to know but you don’t talk to anyone else and you can’t be interested, you’re not into-?” Your friend begins to ramble, picking up speed like a rock down a hill.
“Not into what?” you cut him off, staring at him unsure of where he was going with that point.
“Guys.” Jayce looks at you as if it was the most obvious ending to his sentence.
It’s your turn to blink at him, stunned by his accusation.
“Are you…?” He asks, hesitantly, terrified of the answer.
“Into men? Yes!” it comes out louder than you intended but the park is empty and this is something that you felt needed to be shouted for your friend to get the point.
“How was I meant to know!? Look at how you dress!!” Jayce shouts back, pointing at you from across the table.
You look down at your body, the usual jeans and shirt nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that screamed lesbian so why would he assume it?
“The pants and the shoes! You wear that clip on your belt loop, and I don’t think I've ever seen you in a dress! Plus, I’ve heard the way you talk about men, why would I think that you were anything but-” He trails off, afraid to continue as he sees your pointed glare.
“Just because I wear jeans to work doesn’t mean I'm a lesbian! Gods, Jayce.”
“That’s not the only thing but-”
“You’ve known me for how many years now? Three? You’ve seen me make out a guy before!” you shouldn’t be as offended as you are but it’s laughable to believe that inside his big genius brain, he couldn’t comprehend that a woman can wear jeans and converse and not be lesbian.
“I just thought it was a drunken thing,” he shrugs, voice small, looking at you with sad, puppy eyes, begging for your forgiveness. “You never mentioned it, and I didn’t wanna ask in case it was a thing you weren’t ready to talk about.”
That was sweet. Despite him being a bit of a dumbass, he was sweet in his own stupid way.
“You know, for someone who is as smart as you, you’re really stupid.”
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Jayce strolls into his office twenty minutes later, head held high and eyes bright with his newfound information. This was going to rock Viktor’s world. The three of you had been friends for a few months now, having hung out occasionally after work, even going on errands last weekend before going out for dinner. Never once did Jayce think you looked at his friend that way. If anything, you almost ignored him. Afraid to talk around him, never really looking at him, hyper aware of your movements around him as if you didn't want to be touched by a man….ohhh.
“Hey, Vik, guess what?” Jayce announces as he walks into the lab, his partner bent over the desk working through a new equation.
“I do not like these games, you know this.” Viktor mutters, too enrapt in his work to look up. “Just tell me what it is.”
“Nah, you’ve gotta guess.” Jayce beams, all but bounding over with excitement.
Viktor sighs and pushes away from the desk, chair rolling away with a sharp grate against the floor. “First clue.” He has played his game too many times before.
“It’s about Honey.” Jayce waggles his brows suggestively, and it does not go unnoticed by the other.
“You kissed her?” Viktor asks, uninterested in the current topic and glances back at his notebook.
“Nope but it is along those lines.”
“You slept with her?” Viktor is beyond indifferent as he sighs.
“Eww, no.” Jayce cringes. “But turns out she would be into that.”
“Meaning?”
“She’s into guys.” Jayce drops the bomb, excited to finally see Viktor shocked for once but no reaction comes from his partner.
“And…?”
“There is no and. That’s it. She’s into dudes.” Jayce sighs, throwing his hands in the air.
Viktor frowns. “I know.”
“You know!?” Jayce exclaims, pinning Viktor with an incredulous look as if he had just told him the world started spinning backwards.
“Yes. We ended up talking at that party you dragged us to a few months ago, remember? the one where you went off with Mel?”
“So you’ve just been holding out on this information? What did you talk about?” Jayce glares, scrutinising his partner’s every move.
Viktor inhales, as if to steady his voice. “We talked about ourselves and our lives and how we had come to find you as a friend. We kissed a few times, it was really nice. She is a very pretty girl, I will admit that.” Viktor can’t help the soft smile at the memories of your lips on his.
“You kissed her?” Jayce is dumbfounded, jaw on the floor as his entire world spins.
“Yes.”
“Are you talking?”
“Occasionally as friends, yes. Why? Is that an issue for you?”
Jayce shakes his head, taking in a deep breath to steady his racing thoughts. His two closest friends had kissed, had been talking and now you were asking if Viktor was single? Is he truly this oblivious to the world around him?
“Did you like the kiss?” Jayce finally asks.
Viktor waits for a moment, debating on how to answer and opts for the truth. “Yes. Very much so. Why are you so interested in this? Have I overstepped?”
“No. Not at all.” Jayce chuckles to himself, rubbing at his jaw, already planning out the entirety of your relationship with Viktor.
Oh you would never hear the end of this.
“I know someone who likes you.”
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a/n: this is possibly the stupidest fucking thing I've ever written but I'm getting back into writing and just needed something stupid and today at work I got told I dress like a lesbian (I can't fault them cause I kinda dress like adam sandler and yk if I saw me I'd also think I was lgtv like i am but less wuh-luh-wuh more wuh-luh-wuh-and-muh yk) but anyway, thought it would be pretty funny to have this interaction with himbo bestie jayce
