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[bluessme]

viktor paid close attention to her cues, determined to uncover which of his ministrations drew the strongest responses. once noted, he wasted no time exploiting his findings, walking a fine line between pain and pleasure as he administered harsh tugs of the bar that he’d immediately soothe by suckling her nipple after. as he worked one breast with his mouth, he released the other to slide his hand over her stomach, across her hip and down her leg to unhook it from around his torso and lay it flat against the bed instead. going to the waistband of her panties, the male ignored the straps holding the lacy ensemble together and focused on the expanse of sheer material in between, ripping it open in one swift motion.

with her now sex exposed, vik dragged his fingers up and down her folds, pausing to rub messily at her clit before slipping two fingers inside. he slid them back and forth roughly, the heel of his palm slapping against her clit with the motion as he focused on prepping her to take him. the only reprieve was his occasional pause to curl his fingers into her g-spot, pressing again and again and again as he left a hickey on her breast.

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

vik smiled faintly against her lips when he noticed the woman’s attempt to exert some type of control over the situation even in her current position. in spite of his long-running dig, viktor knew brooke was the furthest thing from a pillow princess. her temperament just wouldn’t allow it which is why he intended to have as much fun as he could with this.

he allowed her to part his lips and met her tongue with the same vigor, angling his head to deepen their hot kiss as they engaged in an unspoken game of dominance. her tight hold on his waist had him pressed firmly against her and the longer they kissed the clearer his arousal became. he shifted to hold her wrists in one hand as the other roamed her body, trailing over her breasts, down her stomach, over the curve of her ass and along her thigh before settling back on her breasts. he pinched a nipple through the sheer fabric and then released his hold on her to unclasp her bra and toss it over the bed after it’d been removed. his dark eyes locked on her face as he cupped her breasts, giving them both a generous squeeze. he teased her at first, shooting the woman a playful wink as he lightly flicked his tongue, but once his lips latched onto her nipple his ministrations became deliberate and forceful.

the male nipped, sucked and lapped at the sensitive nub with his teeth and tongue mercilessly before clasping the bar between his lips and tugging on it. he showed just as much attention to her other breast, mimicking everything he did with his tongue with his fingers by pulling, twisting and rubbing against it instead.

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

“don’t insult me,” viktor sneered and rolled his eyes as he stepped from behind the camera and prompted her to lay on her back with a light shove to her shoulder. “you won’t have to fake. i always bring my a-game, you just worry about keeping up, princess,” the male taunted with a playful smirk as he gripped her by her knee and yanked her closer to the edge until she was pressed against him. though they engaged in their usual banter, the gravity of the situation was not lost to him as he nudged her legs apart to lodge himself between them. when he leaned down to kiss her after trapping her wrists in his hands above her head, there was a moment of brief hesitation as his eyes flickered from hers to her mouth, knowing there was no coming back after that line was crossed. before he could back down he pressed his lips to hers. he noted instantly how soft and warm and sweet they were which made it easier to get lost in the feeling and deepen it.

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

“hey!” viktor scoffed with narrowed eyes, more so offended by her implication that the women he bedded weren’t attractive than her assumption he contracted something. “that sorority chick was hot, just like every other girl i bring in here,” he walked to the other side of the bed to his nightstand to retrieve a condom, sneaking a glance over at her as he rummaged the drawer certain he had at least one left. “this is stupid. you know i get checked biweekly, i’m clean. no one wants to see condoms in a porno, b. i don’t need to be an expert on the platform to know that,” he said just as a metallic wrapper flashed into view. he placed it on top of the nightstand and shut the drawer before walking back to the camera to press record. “when it’s time, you put it to try to make it look some type of sexy.”

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

once he finished making adjustments, viktor turned around to face her just as she gestured to her cleavage. his gaze naturally drifted from her face to her chest, the thin material of the lingerie making the outline of the barbells all the more visible. he lingered longer than he would’ve liked to admit and only tore his eyes away when she paused, under the assumption the abrupt pause and stern look he received was because he’d been caught, but rolled his eyes when he realized it was just an empty threat. “—it’ll break you first—” he interjected under his breath though still committed the dislike to memory. the information she shared had him grinning and when he saw her amused expression, he chuckled. he wasn’t surprised. he had untentionally created a bit of a reputation for himself and people talked, of course his escapades had reached her ears, just as hers did his. still, it was never something discussed on the level they did now.

“shut up,” vik shook his head as he took his shirt off and tossed it in her face. “you’re gonna wish i was gentle after we get started,” he slid his sweatpants down, revealing a pair of soft-pink briefs he accidentally dyed by mixing with brooke’s laundry. “i’m going in raw, right?”

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

vik rolled his eyes and gave a reluctant nod in agreement as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. though he hated when she was right, even he had to admit they were having a terrible go at it. fuck keeping their heads above water, they were drowning and any apprehension he had about the method used to saved them would have to wait until after they dealt with the issues at hand. he was about to announce his stance on the matter, but her commentary had him shooting her a glare instead. “—so our star credentials are ice cold bitch and man-whore, great—” he taunted and rubbed at his temple. viktor knew once she made up her mind her decision was final. that, her reassurance that nothing between them would change and the addition of ground rules was enough to get him board for the time being. “okay, fine,” he blew out a puff of air, arms falling to his sides as his body relaxed. “let’s get this shit over with.”

“i know your high-strung ass come with manual on how to be handled, so what are your go’s and no-go’s?” he called over his shoulder as he pulled his tripod from its spot in the corner and set it up next to his bed. he attached his phone and opened up the camera app to record before stepping back to inspect the scope and adjusting the device as he saw fit. “lay it on me.”

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

“our onlyfans—” viktor parroted with wide eyes as took his headset off to rest around his neck, intent on listening to her without the additional chatter in his ear. when she sat, he stood, hovering over her with a thoughtful expression as his mind wandered to the moment she referenced. their current predicament could be chalked up to simple miscommunication, more so on his end than hers considering he bolted out the kitchen that day before they had chance to make sure they were on the same page. still, he didn’t think she actually serious. “what the... hey,” he picked up the headset, fitting it over one ear and bringing the mic to his mouth. “i gotta go, man,” their protests fall on deaf ears as he set the headset on his desk and shut the console off.

vik whipped back around to look at her, exasperated and fighting the urge to look at her body instead of her eyes. “there’s obviously been a disconnect. i thought you were joking about the onlyfans thing. if we’re gonna do something like this you—we—have to be absolutely sure, brooke. i don’t want this fucking shit up between us.”

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

“white men can’t what? white men can’t—wham—that’s four! drew, you counting? he said five, remember?” vik sat at the edge of his bed, hunched forward with a determined grin on his face and stock-still save for his thumbs, which hectically pounded the buttons of the controller. though the knock at his door was overpowered by the brutal exchange of trash talk between him and the two males on the other end of his headset, he saw brooke enter through his peripheral vision. “what’s up?” he said absently, not bothering to look up from the screen as he pushed his headset back behind one ear to hear what she had to say, but was too engrossed in the game to pay attention.

the male was quick to protest when she blocked his view of the screen, “brooke, i’m in the middle of a g—” but his words died on his tongue the moment he finally looked at her. brooke was always attractive. he acknowledged that much upon their first meeting back in high school, but a vow of friendship overshadowed any desires that could’ve risen. she was his best friend and every moment after that he regarded her as such until now. he was embarrassed at how drawn he was to her scanty display, dark eyes analyzing every dip and curve of her body as she turned around. it took every ounce of his willpower to look away, but when her words finally registered, his brows furrowed in confusion. “you’re wearing that to see dennis? jesus, you’re gonna give him a heart attack, b. just put on a skirt.”

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

viktor gave a lazy shrug in response and managed to get out “only god can judge me,” around a mouthful of noodles. he finished chewing and swallowed, ready to dismiss the idea once again but at her insistence, he paused, fork halfway to his mouth as he listened. she wasn’t... wrong, though it pained him to admit it. her plan was genius and if it had been presented to him by anyone else, he would’ve actually considered it. as of right now though, dennis was still their best option and he intended to see it through, even if he had to accompany her himself.

“big? maybe, but empty? never. i—” before he could say another word, a distinct ringtone blared throughout the apartment, immediately notifing the male that whoever was calling was either a favorite or on the fast track to becoming one. he perked up, visibly excited as his head whipped toward the sound. “—i, um, shit,” in an instant his train of thought had fizzled, mind now focused on what female was waiting for him on the other end. “hold on, i gotta get that,” he grabbed another beer out the fridge before walking past her and making a point to nudge her head with a heavy hand. he picked up a light jog as he sped out the kitchen to avoid retaliation and called over his shoulder, “just come get me whenever you wanna do it!”

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

“it was just a suggestion,” viktor scoffed as he raised his hands in mock defense. “no need to doom me to hell,” in spite of the heiress’ fixed expression and knowing he had hit a nerve, vik was unapologetic about his approach, something made all the more apparent by the sly smirk ghosting his lips. pleasantries were the least of his concern, with the first of the month nearing things needed to be set in place. exploiting the fact that brooke would never voluntarily engage with her father by giving her an ultimatum was only to drive her to the clearer and more “sensible” option of the two: soliciting dennis.

“i’m listening,” he looked at her expectantly, brow quirked as he motioned for her to continue. the idea was smart and not at all farfetched given her character. being cut off did little to affect the woman’s status, she was still brooke sinclair, daughter of esteemed tech mogul, and had a legion of admirers and haters to remind her everyday. it made sense to capitalize on it and keep a roof over their heads. what triggered his laughter though was the idea that they should do it together. “oh yeah, sure,” the male nodded though his tone was dismissive as he turned around to pour his ramen into a bowl. “can’t think of a better way to make money than fucking my best friend—on camera, at that.”

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

viktor shot her a disapproving glare, his lips pursed as he swallowed the last of his beer. “you should’ve fucking told me,” he grumbled and moved past her to throw the bottle in the trash. “—and that’s not fair!” the male huffed in indignation at the implication he didn’t put in just as much effort as her, granted these last few weeks hadn’t been his best moments. “if he was into pecs and jock straps, then i would take my ass down there and get us an extension, but he’s not. he likes what’s between your legs, so this one’s yours by default. just go down and work your magic, and if he’s stupid enough to put his hands on you again, i’ll break them.” he leaned against the counter and gave a nonchalant shrug, though the subtle hardness in his eyes made it clear it wasn’t an empty threat.

“look, i’d ask my zayde but he has enough on his plate between his health and alyssa. i don’t need him worrying about me too. so, unless you have any last minute hail mary’s, it’s either you ask dennis or...” he rapped his hands against the counter in a drum roll and stopped abruptly for dramatic effect as he looked at her with a knowing smirk. “...you ask your dad. pick your poison.”

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

“four years, princess,” viktor stated matter-of-factly when he caught sight of her defensive expression. brooke was his closest friend and while they had gone through many changes over the years, one thing he was certain would always stay the same was her mouth. though vik had his moments, they were nothing compared to hers. taking into account her privileged upbringing, he was sure she didn’t understand the concept of consequences until her father cut off. she was too transparent and so ruthless with her words he used to joked that her mouth should’ve been registered as a lethal weapon, hence why he was not the least bit surprised it was the source of her firing.

he redirected his focus to the bubbling pot of ramen as he listened to her recount the details of the incident. he was in the middle of ripping open the seasoning packet with his teeth when she revealed the words behind her dismissal and he snorted causing a cloud of power to shoot up his nose. “damn,” vik coughed and dumped the remaining powder into the pot as he wiped his face with a dish towel. he cut the stove off and turned around to face her, folding his arms over his chest. “it’s kinda fucked up how you’ve definitely gotten away with worse, but this is what you got axed for.”

at her inquiry about his own termination, vik grimaced and shook his head, exasperated with himself. fucked-up priorities and shitty time management skills were major causes of strife in his work-school-life balance and, even after being graced with chance after chance, he still showed little to no improvement. “b,” he gave her a pointed look as he ran a hand over his head causing the slightly damp strands to stick up every which way. “i didn’t even make it out the door. he fired me over the phone. i forgot that i switched shifts so i could make my study session with jasmine—” never mind the fact not a single piece of material was reviewed the whole night. “—but when i didn’t show up mason called, asking me my e.t.a. and when i tried to explain he told me not to worry about coming in today... or tomorrow.”

though disgruntled, viktor didn’t blame the man. with his track record, it was only a matter of time before he was let go anyway. “with that being said, i think our next course of action is pretty clear,” he paused as he picked up his beer and took a sip. “you need to put on your sluttiest outfit and go ask dennis for an extension. i know “sleazy landlord” isn’t really your type, but we both know he hates me so i can’t ask him. shit, the only reason why he didn’t fine us after i punched that hole in the wall is because he likes you.”

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

vik grabbed the beer off the counter and used the bottle opener to pop off the cap. “to impending homelessness,” he declared with a wry smile and lifted the bottle in agreement before taking a deep swig, nearly choking on the liquid as her comment elicited a laugh from him. “fuck you,” he coughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and using the other to pluck the discarded beer cap at her in retaliation. “i don’t wanna share a box with your ass anyway. besides, with your luck you’d get evicted from there too. remember this conversation when you come crying to me because you need somewhere to stay.” he playfully pointed a warning finger before setting his beer down and turning around to retrieve a pack of ramen from the cabinet.

“so,” he glanced over his shoulder at her with a subtle smirk as he opened the pack and emptied the contents into the pot. “why’d you go off?” though she had yet to mention what led to her firing, vik had an inkling it had something to do with the fact that brooke and customer service don’t mix well.

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

“hold on,” viktor paused, pressing his clasped hands to his lips as he leaned back against the counter. “let me get this straight. you,” he jabbed his finger in her direction. “got fired today?” he stated more so than questioned with an amused smile creeping on his face as the sheer irony of the situation settled in his mind. “oh fuck,” he placed his hand to his chest in a sigh of relief, more focused on her no longer having the means to chew him out than the prospect of homelessness. “this changes everything. since we’re sharing things, now’s as good a time as any to tell you that i, uh—” a chuckle slipped passed his lips mid-sentence and he cleared his throat in an attempt to mask it, though a faint smile still remain. “—i got fired today too.”

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

vik whipped around at the sound of brooke’s voice, unable to hide his initial shock at her presence. “yeah, i, um, got... off—” he snapped his mouth closed when he realized he was fumbling and glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the stove, using the moment to regain his composure and redirect the focus to her. “—what are you doing here?” his tone was borderline accustory as if this wasn’t her apartment as well and he wasn’t the one who currently jeopardized their living arrangement with his lack of employment. in his defense, while he was aware that she sometimes got off early, it had never been this many hours in advance. “it’s not even four yet,” he gestured to the time, thick brows furrowed in confusion when she pulled out the bottle of red wine. though brooke never needed much of a reason to drink, engaging this early usually meant something was to blame. “shitty shift?” he nodded at the bottle.

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viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.

[bluessme]

[bluessme]

closed starter for [ @pxpstella ]

viktor stood in front the stove, clad in only a towel as he drummed his fingers against the counter and waited for the water to boil. though outwardly composed and monitoring the pot with watchful eye, the man’s mind ran rampant as he struggled to figure out how he’d break the news of his firing to his roommate. brooke sinclair was a special case. in spite of her petite stature, she could pack a punch and after being chewed out last week for spending his half of this month’s rent on a girl, he was searching for an approach to the situation that would result in the least amount of bodily harm. in his defense, he planned to make up for it by working doubles this week. with midterms out of the way, he had time to pick up more shifts down at the campus cafe. it was just his luck his manager finally decided to fire him for his god-awful punctuality.

vik sighed and absently swiped at the moisture trickling down his face from the damp hair lying flat against his forehead. he took a moment to close his eyes and let his head drop back, basking in the silence of the apartment. brooke wasn’t going to be home for a few more hours, he figured he’d take advantage of the peace and quiet while he could.