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hi)! i’d like to ask if you could write victor from mlqc x mc (female or gender neutral you can decide) for the prompt “don’t give me space. that’s the last thing i want from you”. thank you so much 💞

Of course!! This seems like a lot of fun! Thank you for the prompt!!

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Now let's get to the Victor angst >:D

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When you and Victor first moved in together, everything seemed fine. You would make breakfast, the two of you would eat together, then carpool home to and from work, all while exchanging delightful conversations. Then Victor would make dinner as you took a shower. And every night you two would go to bed with a kiss and warmth in your heart.

But something changed. Maybe it was the rapidly approaching deadlines at work or maybe it was the way you were naturally a messy person and Victor wasn’t. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the peaceful schedule you had was now a mere memory. In the morning you would wake up to find you had woken up late and had to rush breakfast for the both of you. The carpooling went from casual conversation to arguing or even angry silence the entire way to work and back. And even at work, Victor seemed to always have something bad to say about your reports. Coming home Victor would continue to make dinner but you would spend your time in the home office, working relentlessly until well into the night. You’d find yourself going to the bedroom with Victor already in the room. He was either, already asleep, or, most often than not, sitting on the bed with his laptop, working on whatever work he had left from the day. Victor would still be working as you crawled into bed and fell asleep without a word or a kiss goodnight.

Eventually, you had had enough. You and Victor hadn’t shared a word of genuine love in weeks. Nor had either of you shared time between just the two of you as a couple. No. Everything had gone awry and there was only one constant in everything that went wrong.

You.

And you knew there was only one way to fix what you had brought to Victor’s home.

You had called Anna that night and asked to stay at her place for a while. She agreed so, while Victor made dinner, you packed a suitcase. When you had finished, you walked into the home office and packed your laptop in a bag strapped over your shoulder, figuring that working at home would be easier on both of you as well.

You descended the staircase as silently as you could, being sure not to make it obvious that you had a suitcase with you. As you tiptoed to the front door, you glanced into the kitchen. Victor stood over the stove wearing a sweater and khaki pants. He had a kitchen rag draped over his shoulder as he focused on whatever dish he was making. Though he wore his usual poker-faced expression, something seemed to weigh on his face and his shoulders. You played with the strap of your bag across your chest. He deserved to know.

You took a deep breath and entered the kitchen. The movement was enough to catch Victor’s attention, bringing his velvety black eyes to you. His expression began with curiosity, then, after spotting your bags, turned into concern. You quickly turned your eyes to the floor, afraid to start another argument. “What’s this?” Victor asked with stern hesitation. You grimaced but, knowing there was no turning back now, you spoke.

“I’m moving out.”

Silence hung in the room. After what seemed like hours, you heard the click of the stove as Victor stopped his cooking. Panic filled your chest. “I-it’s not that I don’t care for you anymore!” You quickly said, squeezing the strap to your bag even tighter, “I-I just… We’ve been arguing so much about every little thing! And time at work seems so tense what with so many deadlines coming up for shows and…” You took a couple of shallow breaths, fighting back the tears pushing through your eyes. When you spoke again, your voice had become noticeably meeker, “... I just think we need some space. Maybe we can try again later but… I… I don’t want to be a burden anymore.”

Once again the room was silent but you could feel the obvious tension that you had caused. You cursed to yourself. Yet another horrible situation you caused. The tears you had been holding back began to fall quietly down your face.

Quiet footsteps approached you. Your fight or flight instincts kicked in but before you could act on them, a gentle hand touched your cheek. So gentle in fact, you could nearly convince yourself that nothing was there. Slowly, you looked up and at Victor, who stood over you. But instead of his usual domineering and stoic attitude, he held an air of careful understanding,

And grief.

Another tear strayed from your eye. Victor was quick to catch it, using his thumb to brush it aside, still with the same gentleness as before. Victor took a deep breath and met your eyes.

“Don’t give me space. That is the last thing I want from you.”

Victor’s voice had never been so tender before. The mere sound of it made your heart skip a beat. You stood frozen in place, looking back and forth between Victor’s eyes, looking for a catch. Victor sighed and pulled his hand from your face to take your computer bag. You allowed him to pull it over your head and set it to the side. Immediately after Victor had done this, he pulled you into an embrace. One you stalled in the presence of. Victor, seemingly noticing your hesitation, held you even tighter.

“The tension between us isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have been so harsh to you.” Victor spoke carefully in your ear as if he had been thinking about those words for some time now. You leaned into his hold and listened to him attentively, “And some of your arguments may have been unnecessary to even bring up. But I knew that no matter what you would still know I cared for you. That I loved you. I should have caught on sooner.”

With those words you quickly wrapped your arms around Victor, “I do! I do know you love me… do you know I love you?” Victor pulled away from your hold just enough to look you in the eye.

“Of course I do.”

Victor's words sent more tears down your face. Victor frowned and moved to wipe them away again but you stopped him by setting your head on his chest, gripping the sides of his sweater gently. Victor took that moment to kiss the top of your head. After a long moment, Victor asked something that seemed to be locked in his throat, “Do you still think we need space?”

You immediately shook your head against Victor’s body. You felt Victor’s body relax. “Can we discuss what we can do to fix this?” Victor’s voice was more confident now, nearly returning to normal. You pulled away from Victor, nodding once more, letting go of his sweater to wipe your face of tears. Victor sighed and smiled down at you. He took your face in his and pulled you into a kiss. You returned it, placing your hands on top of his.

After a moment, Victor pulled away gently, resting his head on yours as he rubbed his thumb on your cheek. After a long pause, you quietly said, “... what’s for dinner?” Victor chuckled handsomely, sending warmth through your heart and your cheeks. Victor placed another kiss on your forehead before finally pulling away from you. He removed the kitchen rag from his shoulder and reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “Take out.” Victor said, his voice returning to normal. You looked at him in confusion.

“But weren’t you-”

Victor cut you off by patting your head. “Dummy.” Victor smirked as he scrolled through his phone, “You really think I’m going to continue working in the kitchen alone after a conversation like that?”

“Who said it had to be alone?” You asked excitedly, pulling his phone down so Victor was looking at you instead “Let me help you!” Victor’s eyes flashed with surprise. Then soon after, pure adoration. He put his phone back in his pocket and took your hand.

“Alright.” He said with a warm smile, “Let’s get started.” You walked with Victor into the kitchen happily, leaving your bags by the door and unattended for the rest of the night.

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