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onlyherefortheshowmances · 2 years

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I’ve posted a new one-shot of what I’d like to think happens after the end of Love, Victor S3.

Title: After the Ferris Wheel

Word Count: 4,140

Description: This is my brief continuation of what I'd like to think happened after the final scene of 3x8. Discussion of Victor's 'relationship' with Nick and discussion of Benji's conversation with his parents and past drinking and them just generally being shitty parents.

LINK TO READ ON AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39732780

Also below the cut in full.“Just you?” the ride operator asks.

“Yeah, just me, and I’m okay with that,” Victor responds with a nod, realizing that if it’s not going to be Benji, maybe he really isn’t ready for it to be anyone else either, and maybe that’s okay.

“Okay,” the ride operator says, clearly, silently begging to not be subjected to this teenager’s life story. He gestures Victor onto the ride.

Victor walks up the ramp toward the vacant seat, but as he’s about to reach it, an all too familiar voice says “Wait!” from behind him and he whirls around instead. “Room for one more?” Benji asks when their eyes meet.

Victor stares at him, barely daring to believe what he’s seeing right in front of his own two eyes. He blinks, but Benji is really standing there, watching him. They stare at each other for a long moment, neither sure what to say next. “I, I thought you left,” Victor finally manages to stutter out.

Before Benji can respond, the ride operator interrupts. “Hey, buddy? You in or you out?” he asks, gesturing between them, looking at Benji.

Benji doesn’t answer, looking at Victor instead, leaving this decision to him alone. Victor can’t say no and he knows that. “Come on,” he says instead, gesturing for Benji to join him on the ride. Benji’s lips press together in an almost smile as he passes his ticket to the ride operator and goes to join Victor.

“Enjoy,” the ride operator says. Benji is nervous, but somehow also confident as he sits down, and Victor can’t help but watch him as he swings the safety bar across their laps. The other ride operator slides the pin that holds the safety bar into place.

Victor finally looks away and Benji starts to talk. “After you left today, I had a really long talk with my parents. About you, about what my dad said to you, and going behind my back like that.” Victor’s lip rolls in as he looks down at his hands, away from Benji’s face as he waits for the rest of the story. “And I told them that… you’re not my trigger,” Benji says, also looking away. He looks back at Victor before he continues. “They are.” Victor looks back at Benji in surprise; that’s not the answer he was expecting. “I want us to be together, Victor.” The ride stops then, they’re halfway to the top.

Victor had told himself for weeks that that wasn’t possible. At first, after Benji got back from rehab and broke up with it was that that wasn’t possible right now, but after Mr. Campbell showed up at his apartment door the night that they went to drag queen bingo, it became ever. He was inspired by his own speech, earlier the same day to be brave, to go after what he really wanted and who he really loved. As he walked from Benji’s house to his own apartment after what he thought was a failed attempt at a love confession, he thought that that may be the last time he ever saw Benji. He was too late. It took him too long to be brave. But now, only a few hours later, Benji is sitting next to him on this winter carnival Ferris wheel and there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be. He hates that their story went the way it did over the past couple months, but he still loves Benji more than anything and hearing him say that he wants them to be together isn’t what he woke up this morning anticipating or even wanting really, but he couldn’t be happier that it’s how this night is ending. His eyes dip briefly to Benji’s lips.

“But I still have to work on myself,” Benji continues. Victor knows that, but Victor also wants to be part of that. He cares about Benji; he wants to support him if Benji will let him. He nods and looks down at his hands again. “Like… a lot.” When Victor looks back up, Benji’s still watching him as he talks. “And I have no idea how it ends between us, which scares the hell out of me.” Victor looks over at him again. There’s still an ‘us’? he wonders. “Does it scare you?”

Victor raises his left eyebrow and nods barely perceptibly as he bites his lip. “Yeah.”

They both shake their heads and look away again. Victor wondering where this conversation is leading, but then Benji asks him another question that he’s not expecting. “Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if we’d just gone on that Ferris wheel together when you first moved here?” They look at each other again.

Victor wasn’t sure Benji even knew about or remembered that night. The winter carnival last year. The night he road the Ferris wheel with Mia instead, because it was easy, because it was safe, because he was too scared to ask Benji even though that’s what he’d really wanted to do. He always thought Benji probably would’ve said no anyway, at least after he found out about Derek, but now he’s Benji asking a question that makes it sound like maybe he would’ve said yes after all, and it makes Victor think… think back to that first day in Atlanta last winter. He’d seen Benji at the water fountain, but then Benji walked over to him, to Felix. Benji and Felix weren’t friends then. Felix seemed surprised that Benji had come over to talk to them, though he brushed it off like it meant nothing. When at lunch the very same day, someone decided to push Victor to the ground, knocking his lunch everywhere, who had offered him the hand to get back to his feet? Benji. So, maybe he wasn’t just imagining things that day after all. He used to wonder about those what ifs all the time, but not anymore.

Victor shakes his head. “No.” He looks away again, but Benji watches him, seemingly confused at first. “Not really.” Benji looks away and this time it’s Victor looking at him. “Because… that isn’t our story. This is. And… it’s perfect.” Both of their eyes flit to each other’s lips and then Victor decides to be brave again. He stretches his right hand out to cup Benji’s jaw and pull their lips together. Benji’s left hand moves to Victor’s cheek almost immediately and they’re kissing. Not just kissing; kissing like they mean it as the Ferris wheel stops again, this time with them almost at the very top.

The ride eventually moves again, but neither of them are even aware, not until it stops with them at the bottom. The ride operator removes the pin from the safety bar and throws it open. They still don’t notice. “Jesus Christ in heaven,” he grumbles. “Your ride’s up!” he snaps loudly.

They snap apart, both red-faced and biting their lips. “Sorry,” Victor mumbles, scrambling to his feet. He can’t help but smile as he turns back to offer Benji his hand. Benji takes it without a moment of hesitation and gets to his feet, too. They walk down the ramp, hands still tangled together between them. Victor pulls Benji to a nearby empty bench and they sit down without words, both staring straight ahead at the people still milling about. Eventually Victor swallows and glances over at Benji. “What now?” he asks.

Benji bites his lower lip. “I don’t know,” he says, “but I do know, I was just torturing myself trying to stay away from you because I wanted to believe my parents were right and that they knew best, but they didn’t. I figured that out a couple nights ago, actually… um.”

“The night you saw me and Nick. That’s why you were coming over.”

“His name’s Nick?” Benji asks.

Victor closes his eyes and sighs. “He goes to church with my family. My parents met his parents one week and invited them for dinner as some kind of set up. It was whole thing, but it’s over now. I never… I was trying to move on, because that’s what everyone was trying to get me to do. I tried to tell them I wasn’t ready for that, but no one would listen, so I figured… they know best. I’ve never gone through a breakup before. I mean with Mia, but does that even count?” He sighs. “It was fun at first. It was distracting, but…” He almost laughs and glances at Benji’s face. “Um, it was just hooking up… in his parents’ car most of the time, in his little sister’s playhouse once. That was the last time… because I got poison ivy and thought it was something else.”

Benji tries not to laugh. “Oh my God.”

“Shush,” Victor grumbles in response. “But, yeah, I mean, um, after I decided just hookups weren't what I wanted, I downloaded the app at Rahim’s insistence and well you know what happened after that.”

“Wait, if that was after Nick, why did I see you kissing him two nights ago?”

Victor closes his eyes and lets out a loud breath through his nose. “Um, because after our thing and your dad coming to yell at me and him telling me that if I actually cared about you, I'd stay away from you... I asked my mom if I could go to church with her and Nick was there. He apologized. Um, I’d told him that I decided casual hookups weren’t what I was looking for anymore. I was more interested in maybe going on some dates or something instead, and that wasn’t his vibe. Um, he apologized at church and the next night he texted me and told me to come outside. I tried to say no because I thought it was just… what it always was with him. But I eventually went down, and he'd brought me flowers… and asked if I wanted to go to dinner some time. He tried, um, I immediately said yes. It was nice." He shrugs a little and glances at Benji again. "Um, the night you saw us, we’d, uh, we’d actually just gotten back from a double date with Rahim and his new boyfriend, maybe? I don’t know if they’re official yet, but he’s cute, his name’s Connor. He’s a waiter at a fancy restaurant which is how Rahim met him, while on a pretend date with my sister because his homophobic uncle was in town from Iran.”

“I knew about the uncle. Didn’t know about the pretend date with your sister.”

“Yeah, I don’t know how it happened exactly, but it did. Anyway, we’d just gotten back from that. Nothing even happened that night, even though, I think we both were going to at some point, but um, he left and I went inside. Um… today…” Benji blinks at him. “I don’t have to tell you about this if you don’t want.”

Benji bites his lip. “Uh, no. I think we should be honest with each other. Not talking about things is what got us into trouble before.” He nods almost encouragingly.

“Right, um, so, today, before the assembly, um, he was there and I thanked him for coming and he called himself my boyfriend and I just let it happen, but it scared the shit out of me. And it actually made me change my speech and made me realize a ton of stuff, but mostly that if it wasn’t you calling yourself my boyfriend, I didn’t want it to be someone else, either.” Benji almost smiles. “Um, yeah, so I accepted the gay award, because that’s definitely what it was. That's what I was contemplating, by the way, In the hallway the other morning, when you asked if I was okay."

"Oh."

"Coach Ford told me I was getting the 'bravery' award which we all know is just the gay award and I didn't want to accept it at first because I thought that if I was getting an award it should be for my talent, not for being gay. I didn't want to be 'gay Victor'. I just wanna be Victor, you know?" Benji nods. "Rahim convinced me. He's smarter than I give him credit for."

"I mean, he is the reason I'm now passing Calc."

Victor laughs a little bit. "Yeah, he mentioned that. Um, anyway, after the assembly ended, um, I apologized to Nick, and then I shoved my trophy at my mom and ran to your house so I could catch you before you left for Connecticut.”

“So, what you’re saying is, I can also thank my dad for you kissing someone else?”

Victor laughs. “Yeah, kinda. If he hadn’t shown up at my door, I don’t know if I would’ve agreed to the dates with Nick, so yeah.”

Benji sighs and shakes his head. “God, I really wish he hadn’t done that. Um, that night after Bingo, when I got inside, I, uh, I wanted to drink. It was the first time since I got back… I uh, I found a meeting instead… and went. My dad probably dropped me off, came to yell at you and then came back for me.”

“Oh,” Victor says quietly.

“Um, but, at that meeting, I talked to an older guy. I’d told the whole group why I was there. That I’d seen my ex-boyfriend and that I felt like I was torturing myself staying away from my favorite person, but everyone was saying that’s what I was supposed to do. And that…” he takes a deep breath. “That you made me happier than anyone else in the world and that you were the first person to ever make me feel safe and loved and like I was enough. Even my parents can’t manage that.” He swallows and blinks. “Um, afterward, I was talking to this guy and he said that it didn’t matter what everyone else said was right or wrong, I had to do what was best for me. And it was then that I knew, staying away from you wasn’t what was best for me. It was making me more anxious, and when you wouldn’t talk to me in the hallway and when I saw you kiss another guy, I… I thought leaving was the only option I had.”

Victor immediately feels monumentally terrible. “I… I thought… You’d said… Your dad had said… I just… I thought it wasn’t an option. I thought I was doing you a favor. I was… I was trying so hard to move on from you, because I thought that was my only option.” He closes his eyes and drops his chin toward his chest. “I just… I wish I would’ve known.”

“I’m sorry,” Benji says. “I’m sorry for making you think that… that you couldn’t talk to me at all… for… for everything my dad said to you… for… for believing my parents and the therapist who believed parents instead of believing myself. I’m sorry, Victor, but I’m ready to do better, and I… I know I still have a fuck ton to do as far as working on myself and my anxiety and learning how to cope with all that without alcohol, but I… I want you to be part of my life, too. You were… you were always the part of my life that I loved and these past couple months, and especially the past couple weeks and days, I’ve… I’ve missed that. I’ve felt like I wasn’t… like I wasn’t allowed to be happy. That everything had to be working on myself, or going to meetings, or going to therapy, or work, or school. I felt I wasn’t allowed to have anything else. I started playing my guitar again, but the night I chose to do that, my dad walked into my room and told me, that without asking me first he, uh, he paid a lawyer to… to get my DUI conviction expunged from my record, so that I could get into college or whatever he said his reason was, but it felt like it was mostly, so he could pretend it never happened and so he could not think about it, not think about me. But he didn’t understand that I can’t do that. I don’t get to just not think about it. I think about that night, almost every day of my life, because that’s what anxiety does. I think about the day he found pictures of naked men on my laptop, and I lied to him and said it was because I lent my laptop to Lucy, and he was so relieved… He was so relieved that his son wasn’t gay, because ‘there’s not anything wrong with being gay but, but I never thought my son’. It hurt, and I still don’t think he realizes that.”

“Benji, I’m so sorry,” Victor says. Benji half-smiles at him. “I don’t know what I can do or if I can do anything, but if I can… please… I want to help you...”

Benji half-smiles again. “The fact that you can sit here and listen to all of this and not… and not walk away… and not say it’s too much… and not… not make me feel like I’m some horrible person… that’s enough. That’s what I’ve missed, and what I wish my parents could do. I’ve missed you. I… when we were… when we were together before, and your mom would say things and do things… and you know… well, when that would happen and when you’d tell me about it, I just wanted to protect you. I wanted to save you from her, because what she did… and said, was so much like what my parents said, or what my dad said, and my mom silently allowed him to say. I didn’t want you to end up where I ended up, Victor. I wanted to save you, and I couldn’t ,and the fact that I couldn’t save you, that I couldn’t make that better for you, yeah, that was why I drank sometimes, and I know it’s the anxiety, and the savior complex, but it was worth it for me. It was worth giving myself that anxiety, because I loved you, because I still love you…”

“I love you, too,” Victor says before Benji can continue. “And… my mom’s literally the one that set me up with Nick. If anything, she’s been… trying too hard, so… that shouldn’t be a problem anymore.”

Benji smiles. “Sounds like, she’s doing better than my parents, or at least my dad on that front.”

“I was gonna say, your mom always liked me.”

Benji laughs a little and half smiles. “Yeah, she did, until my dad put the idea in her head that you’re the reason I started drinking again, which I don’t even know how that makes sense, because I was already drinking again before you even moved to Creekwood. I… I guess I didn’t give them a good enough timeline the first time, um, the night we were together after the wedding; but I, uh, made sure they knew this time. The… the first time I drank again, was… the day I got home from the hospital, because I heard them talking in the hallway. My dad was complaining that I wasn’t the son he wanted. I wasn’t a good enough student and now I had this drinking problem. That night, my anxiety got the best of me, and I stole a bottle from his cabinet after they went to bed. I don’t know if he never noticed or if he just convinced himself that it wasn’t happening because he didn’t wanna think about it.” Benji pauses and bites his lip, but Victor just listens. “I drank the night after the strip club incident. I drank every night of finals week. They claim they didn’t know, but I think they were just trying to ignore it, convincing themselves it wasn’t happening, but I spent a year lying to them, to Hank, to everyone at AA meetings. Hank, uh, when he found out, he decided he couldn’t be my sponsor anymore, because I’d lied to him for so long, so I have to find a new one. Still working on that.”

“Why does you dad still have a liquor cabinet? Like, they knew when you had the accident, why… why would he still keep it in the house?”

“Cause he doesn’t have a drinking problem, so why can’t he have wine and liquor? That’s his logic anyway. He cares more about his own good time than anything about me. Always has. It’s just… It’s how my dad is.”

“That’s not right,” Victor says immediately. “He’s your dad.”

“My mom at least tries… to… be a parent, but my dad never has, he just gets disappointed every time I make a mistake, and about me being gay, and all I can do is disappoint him, and my mom just lets it happen. I hate it. I turn eighteen in November. I’m gonna move out as soon as I can, but I’m stuck until then. That’s… that’s part of why I was considering boarding school at all. I wouldn’t have to be at home most of the year, but…” he shakes his head and then looks at Victor. “I also wouldn’t have you.”

Victor blinks and smiles at him. “If you… if you think it would still be good… for… for those reason… to… to get away from your parents… I… you could still go… you’d have your phone…”

Benji shakes his head. “No. I mean, my aunt’s there and she’d just relay everything back to them and my dad would call me with his disappointment instead. I’d… I’d rather be here… with you…”

Victor smiles again. “Okay.” He leans forward and kisses Benji again, a kiss full of meaning. Not like on the Ferris wheel when it was a kiss of the emotions of having missed each other for so long or of surprise and lust and desire, no. This kiss is full of something else. It’s full of a new beginning, of starting over, of being the best versions of themselves they’ve ever been, and of trying to still be better. It’s full of passion and devotion and willingness to put the work in to make sure it’s better this time around. It’s full of all of those things, but mostly it’s full of love; of unconditional love.

They only pull apart when there’s confused laughter nearby. Victor turns his head to find both of his parents standing in front of them. “Oh, uh, hey, guys,” he says, clearly still out of breath from all the kissing.

“Hola, mijo,” his mom says, clearly trying not to laugh. “I thought…” She glances at Benji.

“It’s a long story,” Victor offers. “Um, he didn’t leave, he, um, he talked to his parents, and um…” He bites his lip and glances at Benji.

Benji is smiling at Victor. His face still red with embarrassment at being caught by Victor’s parents. “Um, yeah. I’m staying. I, uh, I’d interpreted some things wrong and… it turns out…” He takes a deep breath. “Breaking up with my boyfriend because that’s what everyone else told me was the right thing to do, wasn’t the right thing to do… at all.” He looks at Victor’s mom. “I should’ve listened to you instead.”

She smiles at him. “Well, I’m… happy, for… both of you… provided you’ve done some talking and not just kissing tonight.”

They both laugh. “Yeah, we have,” Victor says, biting his lower lip.

“Good, don’t forget about that part,” she says, looking at her son. “Uh, we were gonna head home as soon as Adrian’s out of the bathroom, are you coming with us, or?”

Victor looks at Benji and he smiles. “Um, I’ll walk. I’m good.” Benji smiles at him, too.

“Okay. It’s Friday, so home by midnight, please.”

Victor looks at his watch. “Yeah, I’ll be home by midnight.”

His mom smiles at him and starts to walk away, but his dad pauses. “Be safe, be smart,” he says and then he follows his wife.

Victor almost laughs and looks back to Benji. “Um, sorry about them.”

Benji just smiles and shakes his head a little. “I’m not. It’s okay. Your parents act like parents at least.”

Victor nods a little. “That’s fair, um, did you… wanna do anything else at the carnival, or?”

Benji smiles at Victor for a second and then looks around. “I think maybe, my basketball star boyfriend is supposed to win me something at one of the games.”

Victor never realized a single word could make him as happy as that one just did. He smiles at Benji, unable to help himself and then nods. “Yeah, I think can be arranged.”

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ao3feed-lovevictor · 2 years

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by ciminos

Victor and Benji are idiots in love who take forever to confess their feelings for each other, in fact, it takes nearly an entire year.

Words: 7456, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Love Victor (TV 2020)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Benjamin "Benji" Campbell, Victor Salazar, Armando Salazar (Love Victor), Isabel Salazar, Pilar Salazar, Adrian Salazar, Felix Weston, Mia Brooks, Lake Meriwether, Andrew Spencer

Relationships: Benjamin "Benji" Campbell/Victor Salazar, Benjamin "Benji" Campbell & Victor Salazar

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Character Study, Internal Conflict, Happy Ending, High School, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Idiots in Love

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footballfanficwriter · 3 months

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Spill the tea

Summary:where Jude is invested in girl drama

"Hello?"

"Hey girl, I've got hot tea for you"

"Yeah, spill it I'm listening"

I'm on a call with Ashley my Best friend who tells me everything, well we tell eachother everything, Ashley and I have been friends for the longest time, we grew up together and she was always there for me way before I even met Jude

"Ok so I just found out that Hannah is pregnant"

"What?"

"But the plot thickens, remember the boyfriend she said she was dating?"

"Yeah?"

"Well turns out he's not the father"

"If it's not him then whose the father?"

Jude walks into the house from training and he waves at me, I wave back at him

"It turns out that Hannah was having an Affair" Ashley says

"An Affair with who"

I see Jude turn his head towards me like my sentence has just peaked his interest and he walks to where I'm sat in the sofa and sits next to me watching me with interest

"The Gardner"

"The Gardner?"

Jude grabs my phone from my ear and puts the phone on speaker

"Whose having an affair with the Gardner?" He asks

"Hey Jude"

"Hey Ash, how are you?"

"I'm good, how are you"

"I'm good,so whose having an Affair with the Gardner"

"Hannah"

"But wasn't she with that other boyfriend of hers that she was bragging about?" Jude asks

"Yeah she was, I guess she was cheating on him"

"But, he was such a good guy"

"I know right"

"But there's more tea to be spilled"

"What Is it"

"Alice"

"I swear there's always something happening in Alice's life" I say

"Alice decided that it was a good idea to get surgery, and because she didn't have the budget for it, she went to a makeshift surgeon, and it did not come out proper, it just looks weird honestly"

"Do you have a picture?" I ask

"Yeah, hang on I'll send it just now"

Ash sends the picture and Jude and I look at it weirdly

"What has she done" he asks

"I'm speechless"

"I don't know whether to laugh or to cry" Jude says

"Why are her lips like that"

"Who ever did this to her needs to be arrested" Jude says

"Where is she now?" I ask

"At her house, she hasn't left eversince"

"Maybe we should check on her you know, see if she's doing fine" I say

"Yeah we should, we'll do it later"

"I'll make her something to try and make her feel better"

"Oh I just got am update on Hannah's situation"

"Turns out the Gardner is actually dating Haley, and he proposed to her"

"He proposed?" Jude asked

"So how are they going to work it out are they going to be one big polygamy Family"

"Even if the do that how is he going to afford to have a baby and have a wedding, knowing Haley she's definitely going to want a big extravagant wedding and she doesn't like sharing, so how is she going to share a husband with someone else?"

"What I don't get is how you're going to cheat on a person, then propose to the same person you cheated on, like do you know how much of a negative impact you have on a person"

"But Hannah is also in the wrong, she cheated on her boyfriend and went for Haley's then boyfriend and got pregnant by him, like that messed up, on top of that they are bestfriends" Jude says

"Ash you know I love you, but i could never be a sister wife with you, with anyone for a matter of fact"

"Don't worry, you're into footballers and I'm into NBA Stars totally different sport"

"Oh I forgot to tell you that Julia is moving" I say

"Julia is moving" They both ask

"Yeah she's moving back to France"

"Why?

"Something about being caught with the boss"

"She was caught with the boss"

"Well they weren't really keeping their affair a secret, they held hands in the office and they'd flirt in front of people, it was just a matter of time"

"But the boss?"

"Yup"

"Isn't she Lesbian?" Jude asks

"She's Lesbian?" I ask

"Isn't she in a relationship?" Ash asks

"She's in a relationship?" Jude and I ask at the same time

"That's crazy you know"

"It's insane actually"

"But hey you know what these aren't our lives and who are we to judge and Comment on other people's lives"

"True"

"So we'll meet in 2 hours to go and check on Alice?"

"Yeah, see you then"

I hang the phone up and look at Jude

"Let me go get ready I wanna see her myself"

"Jude when we get there please try to compose yourself until we get back home"

"Until we get back home?, I'll compose myself until we get into the car and drive off"

"Fine but if you can't keep your side if the bargain, I'll be very upset"

"Ok fine"

2 hours later

There's a knock

I walk to the door to reveal Ash

"Hey babe"

"Hey, you ready to go ?"

"Yup, just waiting for Jude"

"Ok, so what did you make Alice"

"Soup, cause you know I figured that she wouldn't be able to eat a lot of things that are solid"

"Yeah"

Jude walks down the stairs and greets Ash

Ash decides to ride in her own car on our way to Alice's house

When we arrive there I knock on the door and after a few seconds later the door opens revealing Alice

I turn to Jude and watch his eyes grow bigger, I then turn back to Alice

"Hey Alice we heard you weren't feeling well, so we thought we might check on you see how you're doing"

"Yeah, we heard what happened" Ash says

"Come in please"

"So how have you been" Jude asks

"Is it bad like really bad can you see I got my face done"

"No, it's not that bad, your lips just look more plumb" I say

I hear Jude clear his throat next to him

"I just can't stop looking in the mirror" she says crying

"Oh sweetie don't so that to yourself, I'm sure it will get better, don't bring yourself down like that" Ashley says

"Yeah Ashley is right I didn't even notice it until you brought it up" Jude says

"Really?"

"Yeah, he's right c'mon you must be hungry Y/n made soup for you I'll plate it up for you" Ash says taking the big bowl of soup from my hands and leading Alice to the Kitchen

"What are you doing" I ask him

"What, I thought we were telling her lies to make her feel better" he says

"Jude stop ok"

"But I haven't laughed ever since we got here, though it may be difficult not to I still haven't"

"Fine just stop with the side expressions and stuff"

"Oh c'mon you're going to stand there and pretend that all of this is not funny"

"Unlike you I know how to compose myself and keep my laughter in, and plus we're in her house how rude would it be if we just came in and laughed at her face"

He smiles a little almost like he's trying not to laugh

I sigh

"I give up on you"

We stay with Alice for 3 more hours until we announce that we have to go but Ash opts to stay with Alice until she's better and we promise to occasionally visit

As soon as we enter the car He laughs his ass off

"Let's not even talk about the lips did you see the eyebrows, she can't even lift her eyebrows"

"Wait until we get home"

"I'm not waiting until we get home I'm talking now"

"Jude"

"C'mon, it's not like she can hear me"

"Fine"

"Did you see the nose, it's like this" he says laughing and making the shape of her nose in the air

As much as I don't want to laugh at Alice Jude is not making it any easier not to so I just chuckle

"Her lips are like this, babe look" he says making his lips plump by squishing them together using his hands

I laugh at his comment and the rest if the way Jude and I are talking about Alice and all the things that could have forced her to do this to herself

The rest of the day is spent hanging out and Jude and i making dinner for ourselves then watching a movie then bed

As I'm changing into my Pajamas Jude speaks up

"Babe?"

"Yeah?"

"On a serious note though, l love you just the way you are"

I raise my eyebrow wondering where all of this came from

"Ok, why are you being weird"

"I'm not I'm just saying if you ever decide to get plastic surgery or a face lift, whatever it is, Just know that I love your body just the way it is and I don't want you to be pressured or feel like it's your obligation to make yourself look younger or have more curves or to look a certain way when you're with me"

"Aww, Jude Babe thank you so much, and to make you feel better and to put you at ease, I wasn't even thinking about getting anything on my body done so, you have nothing to worry about, in fact Alice's case just pushed me futher away from the idea"

He breathes a sigh of relief and walks over to me towers over me where he kisses my forehead

"I love you and your body"

"I love you too"

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(me, crawling out of a hole in the ground covered in dirt and blood and bruises): somebody please...... talk to me about Potion Permit................

(also go read my fuckin uhhhhh self indulgent matheo/chemist oneshot)

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revasserium · 8 months

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congratulations 2K followers may I request Victor from ikevil?Theme 17.number the stars.Thank you,have a nice day💕

number the stars

victor; 1,347 words; fluff, mostly -- kinda weird but victor is also kinda weird so i hope you don't mind nonny -- and thanks so much for sending something in!!!

“count the stars with me,” he says one night, his hair dark as the shade of a broken promise, his smile just as sweet. you purse your lips, looking up from the typewriter at your desk.

“i’m… sorry?” you ask, quirking your head as you lean back in your chair, wondering if you’d heard correctly.

victor’s smile is moon-sliver and cyanide, and you find yourself drawn inexplicably to it, like a comet towards the sun.

“come,” he says, offering you a hand, standing by your door, looking for all the world as if he were inviting you for tea. but you know better than that now — don’t you? you wonder.

you get up anyway, telling yourself that you’d been wanting to stretch your legs anyways and the gardens should be beautiful at this hour.

“it’s — it’s a full moon tonight,” you say, tilting your head back to admire the scattered light of the milky way, streaked across the sky. beside you, victor hums in agreement. you feel his eyes on you before you see him, the dull simmer and heat of his gaze as it grazes over your skin, soft as fingertips, strong as sin.

“how many do you think there are?” he asks, casually, turning when you catch him staring, unabashed even as your own cheeks flush with heat.

“what, the stars?” you ask, casting your eyes back up.

“yes.”

you purse your lips, unable to keep your curiosity from bubbling over.

“why?”

victor’s body shakes with his blue-bell laughter, “why not wonder such things?”

you resist the urge to roll your eyes. but of course — has victor ever really needed a reason? or a rhyme, for that matter?

“i don’t know… billions… more than billions, probably,” you say, thinking back to the various headlines you’d seen splashed across the front pages of the papers — scientific discovery this, neighboring galaxies that. you let out a soft sigh as victor turns his head back towards you.

“mm… strange, isn’t it? that we’re all so terribly insignificant and yet… here we are… struggling against our own insignificance every hour of every day…” he flicks a silken strand of hair from his shoulders, leading you towards the tiny pagoda where you’d all shared afternoon tea.

“strange? i… i don’t think so,” you sit down next to him, pressing your palms to the cool of the bench beneath you, “i mean… all the stars up there…” you wave your hand at the vast expanse of night sky, “they’re all just… burning themselves up, aren’t they? isn’t that… a struggle against insignificance too? isn’t that… it’s own kind of curse?”

victor opens his mouth, and then he blinks, pauses. no sound comes from him for a solid ten seconds before his entire body spills into a fit of near-silent laughter. you watch him, caught between confusion and bewilderment, wondering if you’d said something truly strange before he shakes his head and presses a large, warm palm to the top of your head.

“yes — yes that they are… just burning themselves up… all for us to call them beautiful — terrible, isn’t it? i can’t think of anything worse in the world than being a star…” he’s still chuckling when he finishes, pulling his hand away from your head to smile at you, a darkness twinkling behind his eyes that you’ve never quite had the courage to question.

“you’re making fun of me,” you say, narrowing your eyes and making to pull away, but victor shakes his head and pulls you back, humming happily as you topple easily into his chest.

“not in the slightest! i just… i just love the way you think, that’s all.”

you can’t help the shiver that chases its way down your spine at the softness of his words, at the closeness of his voice, brushing by your ear like a summer breeze. you swallow hard as his arm comes almost naturally to rest around your waist, and when you look up, it’s once again to find him watching you. you press your lips into a line and try not to stare at the beauty mark on his bottom lip but —

“ah… if you keep looking at me like that…” victor grins as he leans down, a finger tipping your chin up towards him, his voice thick with honey, warm as poison, “i can’t promise… i’ll be able to keep being such a gentleman…”

you lick your lips, watch as his eyes flicker down to track the movement. your breath flutters in your chest, hummingbird quick.

“i — i thought you asked me out here to c-count the stars…”

victor grins, “certainly i did… and i am… see? they’re right here…” he leans in, so close you’re almost nose to nose, so close you almost go cross-eyed to keep him in focus.

“right here… i think i can see the entire sky in your eyes…”

a tiny whine works it’s way out of your throat and victor tuts, shaking his head.

“i’ve been waiting to use that line for quite some time but…” he makes to pull away, only for you to pull him back with your fingers fisting in the thick silk and velvet of his clothes.

your throat feels dry, but you swallow passed the desert blooming at the base of your tongue as your search his face for a sign — any sign —

“h-how many are there?” you ask, your voice softer than you remember.

victor’s eyebrows twitch, “how many… what?” but the curve of his lips tells you another story.

“how many stars did you count?”

fire licks its way up your stomach into your chest as you feel his fingers tighten around your waist.

“i… i’ll admit that i’ve lost count — i’ve been distracted, you see —” victor’s grin tilts like a planet on it’s axis, and you feel your world shift along with it, degree by degree. like this, you can almost taste the weight of his words, the sound of his breathing, the liquid of his smile — like this, you want to sink your fingers into the fine gossamer of his hair and tug —

he is kissing you before you realize, severing your thoughts with the silver scissor precision of his mouth and you’re left untethered, clutching at him with the tips of your fingers, feeling him pulling you close, close, closer — a thick moan winds its way from his throat and you lean in further, push your mouth to his to take it in, to take it all in —

“please…”

his voice is shaking when he pulls away, his lips the perfect shade of treason.

you don’t feel your own trembling until he pulls you closer, buries his face in the crook of your neck and breathes.

“gods…” he says, wrapping both arms around you, his voice a wreck of barely contained emotions, of barely restrained desires, “by all the stars…”

you find yourself smiling as you let yourself be held, let yourself sink into the tremor and shake of this thing — held between the negative space of your bodies — whatever it is, at least you know it’s precious. at least you know it’s the most sacred kind of burning.

“all of them?” you ask, in what you hope is a light, playful kind of voice, even as victor lets you pull away, to reach up to brush a few fallen strands of hair from his face with your fingers, “we don’t even know how many there are.”

victor’s smile is indulgent and full of surrender.

“no… we don’t,” he reaches up to trail his fingers through your hair, thumbing at the ends as he shakes his head, “but… i think with you… i’d like to try.”

“try… what?”

“why… counting all the stars of the sky, of course.”

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comradesalazar · 8 months

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Chapter XV of Cut from a Different Cloth

Summary:

Victor and Rahim make a deal.

(Love, Victor Devil Wears Prada AU/crossover; Venji enemies/rivals to lovers/endgame; see chapter note for warnings. Proceed with caution.)

#love victor #venji #love victor fic #venji fic #love victor fanfic #venji fanfic #love victor fanfiction #venji fanfiction #devil wears prada

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midsummerevening · 2 years

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The summer of truths

The thirteenth chapter of this story is now posted.

NB: The chapter's name, "Land of marvels" is a direct reference to Jules Verne and is from the quote: "You will visit a Land of Marvels." from Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea. I chose it because Nantes was Jules Verne's birthplace and he was the inspiration for a famous attraction in the city -- which is mentioned in the chapter!

Summary: Victor visits Nantes for the day with his family, some messages are exchanged and a surprising encounter makes Victor realize something.

The graphic below gives you Victor and his family's itinerary in the city throughout the day.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34988737/chapters/100780635

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onlyherefortheshowmances · 2 years

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I just posted the twelfth chapter of the March fic of the Venji Marching Band AU. It’s a longer chapter (7.8k words), and contains detailed smut near the end and sexual language throughout. This chapter gets pretty heavy (I may be accidentally make Benji’s dad almost as bad as he is in canon, oops.).

The new chapter can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39434895/chapters/99648357

The first chapter of this fic can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39434895/chapters/98695509

The original fic can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29409834/chapters/72250422

The March fic covers March 1 to April 5, 2020. This particular chapter is for Sunday, March 29, 2020.

#love victor #love victor fanfic #love victor fanfiction #venji #venji fanfic #venji fanfiction #marching band #marching band au

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ao3feed-lovevictor · 2 years

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by all_the_ships_are_sailing

The third follow up fic.

Words: 3771, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Venji Marching Band AU

Fandoms: Love Victor (TV 2020)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Victor Salazar, Benjamin "Benji" Campbell, Benjamin "Benji" Campbell's Parents, Isabel Salazar, Armando Salazar (Love Victor), Pilar Salazar, Felix Weston, Lake Meriwether, Lucy (Love Victor), Mia Brooks, Andrew Spencer, Original Characters

Relationships: Benjamin "Benji" Campbell/Victor Salazar, Pilar Salazar/Felix Weston, Lake Meriwether/Lucy, Mia Brooks/Andrew Spencer

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Marching Band, Marching Band, High School

#love victor fanfiction #love victor fanfic #love victor #fanfic #ao3feed

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just-a-girl-who-wrytes · 8 months

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When will I come up with a name for this? Only time will tell....

PART 7. <3

The next morning Nikki woke up in the arms of the man she loved. Their night together was everything Nikki had dreamed of and more.

“Good morning, beautiful.” David said, his voice still heavy with sleep, when he realized his lady was awake.

“Mmm, good morning, baby.” She moaned and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

“Would you like to take a shower with me?”

“Is shower sex involved?” Nikki asked with a chuckle.

“One hundred percent yes.”

After their first night together Nikki wasn’t sure if she could physically endure anymore orgasms, but she would love to bring David to another one and it still felt amazing in the process. She followed David into the shower once he had gotten the water hot. He pulled her into his embrace as the water ran down their intertwined bodies. After a few moments, David pulled Nikki from his chest, turned her around and began make sure her hair was wet and ready for shampoo. He grabbed her shampoo, squirted some into his hand and began working it through her hair, massaging it into her scalp. After her hair was soaped up, he took the time to wash his own hair and beard while Nikki cleaned her face with face wash. Once Nikki rinsed her face, David washed his hair and beard, then turned Nikki again so he could work the shampoo out of her hair. Nikki stood with her arms folded in front of her, enjoying the intimacy she was sharing with David. Nikki put conditioner in her hair while David put her body wash on her loufa. She turned around to face him and kissed his cheek as he began washing her chest.

“I love you, David Kay.”

David paused washing Nikki’s body and looked at her with a smile, “I love you more than anything, baby… and I will never get tired

of hearing you say it.”

Nikki rinsed after David washed her, only to have to wash again once David was finished with her. She loved making him feel so good.

The couple was on the way to grab lunch once they finished in the shower and got dressed. David’s hand was holding Nikki’s on the center console.

“So, one thing that I completely forgot about last night… we didn’t use a condom and we didn’t talk about me pulling out…” David said.

Nikki could sense the hesitation in his voice.

“My birth control is in my arm…” She said, “It stays there. I haven’t had a period in years and I’ve spent 31 years in this body, I know ovulation aches and pains and I also haven’t had those in years. I’m not concerned, but if you are, I don’t mind condoms.”

“No, baby, I was just asking. I don’t want to scare you off, nor am I trying to have the ‘I’m ready for kids when you are.’ Talk, but there are worse things in this world than making a baby with someone you love.”

Nikki grew distant for a moment and Deacon was worried he might have scared her by being too forward. His worry multiplied when he saw tears threatening to spill from her eyes. The couple sat in silence until he noticed her breathing pattern change – attempting to calm herself without falling apart.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t -“

“No, David, it’s not you…” Nikki said. Deacon squeezed her hand. She sniffed.

“There was one part of the story I left out when I told you about the attack from my ex.” She suddenly became petrified of telling her lover the truth. She was terrified that he would lose all trust in her and worst of all – she was scared she would lose him.

“What’s that, love?” His voice was soft… comforting.

“The reason that he attacked me that day was because he found out I was pregnant… despite raping me on multiple occasions, he was insistent that he didn’t want children. I had to agree with him. No child should have been born into that environment. I hid my pregnancy for 23 weeks - that’s why I was trying to leave. Until he found the sonogram pictures in my car. When he cut me that day, he missed my uterus, but my blood loss killed my baby.”

The tears spilled from her eyes as she thought back on feeling her baby move and watching her belly grow. Her baby would always be a part of her. Deacon had no words for his girl. He immediately pulled into the next parking lot, got out, and took Nikki into his arms as she sobbed. He was surprised that she had kept this from him after telling him the first part of her story, but he made conscious efforts to put himself in her shoes. Regardless, he couldn’t be mad at her – not with her falling apart in his arms like this.

“He took so much from me, David.” She cried in between breaths.

“I know, I know, baby.” Deacon tried to console her as he rubbed her hair. He kissed her head.

Nikki thought she had gotten over this…. But again, maybe she hadn’t.

Deacon was slightly bothered that Nikki had left out such a huge part of that story, but after seeing how much it still affected her, he decided to let it go.

“Her name was going to be Dakota…” Nikki said, her voice weak with surrender.

“I know she would have been just as beautiful as you, darling. There’s not a doubt in my mind she’s watching down over you, so very proud of the woman you are.”

Deacon held his love in his arms until she indicated she was ready to resume their day. Once they were in his truck on their way to food again, Nikki began apologizing. She hadn’t meant to unload on David like she had and part of her felt guilty for not disclosing this information beforehand, but now she understood why her mind chose to suppress it.

“Sweetheart, please don’t ever apologize for feeling the way you feel. I’m here to love you through it all.” Deacon kissed the back of her hand.

Nikki knew Deacon had questions and she was more than willing to answer, so she began.

“I guess that’s why I never got into another relationship after Jason - my ex. I knew the heartache I experienced every single day knowing what a horrible dad my baby was going to have and I knew that in order to protect her, it would mean leaving… and leaving killed her.” Nikki felt nauseated at finally voicing these thoughts, feelings, and emotions, but she continued. “I’ve never met anyone that even came close to what a husband and father should be in my opinion. I always refused to put myself or any innocent lives in that danger again. It ate away at me for so long and clearly it still bothers me, but I’ve come a long, long way since then.

“I want to have children one day, with the right person and David, you are my person. I don’t necessarily want children right now, but you give me such a security… you are home to me, David. That’s why last night, I didn’t care what happened in the aftermath of it all. I still don’t. My birth control does a pretty effective job, and one day, when we decide it’s time to have children, I can get it removed, but until then, I’m not die hard on all preventative measures.”

“Nikki, whatever makes you feel at ease is what I am willing to do for you… no matter what that means.” David looked longingly into Nikki’s eyes as he parked in the restaurant parking lot. He leaned across the console, pulling Nikki in for a kiss. Her lips still tasted salty from her earlier tears and it crushed him.

Several days later at work, Hondo walked in on Deacon searching for Jason Matthews.

“Who’s that?” Hondo inquired.

“Nikki’s ex-husband…” Deacon said, lost in concentration as he read the prick’s rap sheet.

“Ex-husband?”

“Yeah, man.”

“You didn’t tell me she came with all of that baggage… does she still talk to him?”

Hondo’s words struck a nerve in Deacon and he found himself slightly irritated at his teammate. He opened the window that held Matthews’ obituary and slid the laptop Hondo’s way. Hondo’s eyebrows furrowed as he read the article that detailed how the man lost his life.

“Holy… fucking… shit…” Hondo looked up at Deacon, “I’m so sorry, man.”

Deacon took the laptop back and scrolled through several mugshots. Most of them were from his marriage to Nikki.

“She was pregnant too…”

This caught Hondo off guard and Deacon could tell by puzzled expression on the man’s face.

“That’s what started it all. He raped her, found out she was pregnant halfway through the pregnancy, didn’t want the kid, so tried to kill the kid himself by gutting her. Nikki shot him in the head, but lost so much blood it killed her baby… Her baby girl.”

Hondo had no words.

“Yeah, I was just as surprised as you are. But you’d never be able to tell it, brother. She’s had to do even more work on herself than I have.”

“She’s a fighter,” Hondo agreed. “So does she want kids later on?”

Deacon nodded. “She’s on birth control now, but that’s all we use.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

Deacon appreciated how Hondo always cared about his situation, but ultimately cared the most about him as his SWAT family member.

“Honestly? She could tell me she’s pregnant right now and I would be just as happy as if it were something we were planning. I’m not scared of it, man.”

“You know,” Hondo grinned, “You’re gonna marry that girl one day.”

Deacon chuckled. “You are absolutely right.

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thedummysdummy · 11 months

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Can I have a cup of latte with some sweet cream and yes hcs of our CEO dealing with a pregnant wifey 🤧🤌🏻 Pregnancy reveal to labor that will be a thank you.

Firstborn

In his Victor way, he immediately sensed her presence and looked up from his work. Seeing the grin on her face, he immediately knew something was up. “What has gotten a dummy so riled up?” he asked, pausing as he glanced farther down and spotted the pregnancy test in her hand. He jumped up from the couch and hurried to her side, his large hand reaching for hers to grab the test. She relinquished it with no struggle and Victor stared at the little window. A laugh started deep in his chest and made its way to the surface, emerging as he wrapped his arms around his wife.

“See? All that worry for nothing! I told you that we just had to be patient! We have to celebrate. What would you like for dinner? I’ll make you anything you want. And I’ll call up the doctor to make an appointment. This time everything will go smoothly.” Victor scooped the girl up into his arms and buried his face in her hair.

She squirmed a little and squeaked indignantly, but Victor only laughed louder and carried her out of the office and into the living room. “I can walk, you know,” she insisted, his joy soaking into her soul and making her laugh as well. “But really all I want for dinner is a nice butternut bisque. I’m a little too nauseous for much more than that…”

Victor immediately set her down at the dining room table and went to the cupboard where he kept the tea and coffee. Soon the scents of ginger and peppermint filled the air and a steaming cup of tea appeared in front of the girl. “Drink this first while I make dinner, then. But give it a few minutes to properly steep before you greedily gulp it down.”

“It’s too hot to gulp anyway,” the girl protested, but Victor merely shook his head and began his preparations. She watched his strong and slender form as he cut, cleaned, and drizzled olive oil over the resulting chunks of squash. The edges of her lips twitched in a pleased manner and her heart felt almost too big for her chest.

In this moment, she was the luckiest girl alive. She picked up the teacup and inhaled the fragrant steam before blowing a soft breath over the surface of the liquid. As long as she had the love of that man, she had the entire world in her palm.

His baby wasn’t a bad addition, either.

The cup of tea was gone long before the squash had finished steaming, but the girl was content to sit at the table and just watch Victor work. He often glanced over at her and his dark eyes glittered every time he caught her staring. She enjoyed watching his skillful hands transform the hard vegetable into a smooth and creamy soup which soon he ladled into a bowl and placed in front of her. It was followed by a thick slice of toasted sourdough and another cup of tea.

Only once she was served did Victor dish up his own meal and join her at the table. “Are you feeling any better?” he asked, dipping his spoon into the silky soup and blowing gently to cool it. The girl nodded and tore off a bit of the bread to dip into her soup. It was delicious, as was to be expected, and she didn’t even need to ask the ‘secret ingredient,’ because she already knew exactly what it was.

Joy.

~~~

Two months passed by as a moment and a lifetime simultaneously. The girl lost count of how many times she’d had to run out of a filming shoot, returning to the concerned looks of her coworkers.

Finally, Kiki pulled her aside. “Boss, we’ve all noticed that you’ve been ill a lot lately. Is everything okay?” She looked into the girl’s face with concerned eyes, seeming to seek the answer in her boss’s expression. The girl fought with herself for a long moment. Was it too early to make an announcement? She knew it would be another month before she was out of the most dangerous portion of the pregnancy, but if her coworkers were already getting worried…she knew she wouldn’t last another month without telling them.

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just…don’t spread this around, okay? But I’m pregnant.”

A look of wild excitement filled Kiki’s face. “Oh my goodness! Congratulations, boss! How far along are you?! Has anyone planned a baby shower yet? Are you having a boy or a girl? How does Victor feel about it? This is so exciting!”

The girl slapped a hand over Kiki’s mouth, but that did little to quell the other woman’s excitement. “I’m only eight weeks along, but Victor and I are both very happy. We won’t know if we’re having a boy or a girl for quite a while.” She giggled and her other hand went instinctively to her stomach. “It definitely is exciting. But!! You have to swear not to go announcing it to the entire world, okay? I’ll tell the others after the shoot today, then you all can gossip to your hearts’ content with each other.” She shot Kiki a serious look, and Kiki straightened into a salute.

“You’ve got it, Boss! I won’t tell a soul!”

It was a promise which lasted approximately twenty minutes before the news was nearly enough to make Kiki explode. “But you have to act surprised when the boss tells everyone after the shoot, okay?” she whispered after spilling the beans to Willow.

“Oh, obviously,” Willow insisted. “And we’re also obviously going to plan a surprise party.” Kiki agreed wholeheartedly and the pair went back to the shoot. The day seemed to drag by even slower than usual as the secret burned a hole in their mental pockets. They did their best to look innocent every time the girl was nearby, but the moment she turned her back, the pair could barely contain their excitement.

By the time the shoot wrapped up, everyone was completely exhausted except Kiki and Willow. They were still hyped up on the high of their secret and practically vibrated with excitement when their little crew was called together.

The girl looked at each one of her friends and smiled. “I have a bit of an announcement. I was going to wait a little longer, but I have no doubt the cat would get out of the bag sooner rather than later. So here it is: Victor and I are expecting our first child.”

Cheers of congratulations filled and echoed around the mostly-empty set, making it feel as if the girl were surrounded by an army of well-wishers.

~~~

“But the casual white shirts go on the blue hangers, and the formal ones go on the black ones!”

The girl began pulling all of the clothes that Victor had hung up off their hangers and tossed them on the bed, her arms moving in far more exaggerated circles than was entirely necessary. Victor watched with exasperation, his arms crossed over his chest and his brows furrowed. “Why does it matter? Besides, they are my shirts. Shouldn’t it be my opinion that counts when it comes to putting them away?”

He may as well have declared the instigation of World War 3. The girl looked at Victor incredulously and threw the hanger she was holding to the ground. “Fine! If you’re so opinionated about it, I’ll just let you put them away yourself! And the closet can be a mess.”

“I already put them away myself once, and you pulled them all back out. That seems like you caused the problem, not me.” Victor’s exasperated tone only earned him a look that could kill a nation before his wife stomped out of the room and disappeared into the darkness of the rest of the house.

Victor took a moment to breathe. Why was everything a fight lately?! Good grief, it was the color of hanger for crying out loud. He’d thought putting away the laundry would make her happy, not cause yet another argument. He glanced over the pile of shirts on the bed and wondered where exactly he’d gone wrong.

A cloud settled over his heart as he picked up the shirts and ensured they were on the ‘proper’ hangers before putting them back in the closet. Every now and then he glanced at the bedroom door, half expecting to find her standing there watching. However, she never appeared. It didn’t take too long to fix the shirts and make the bed for good measure; only after that did he dare go seeking his wife.

Perhaps ‘seeking’ was the incorrect word. Victor was pretty sure he knew exactly where he’d find her. He easily crossed the dark house and opened the nursery door, standing in the doorway. Moonlight filtered across the carpeted floor and landed on the chair on the opposite side of the room, highlighting the small amount of dust which drifted back and forth as sand in the ocean.

Sure enough, the girl was curled up in the rocking chair, clutching a shiba plush. Even in the moonlight he could see the glisten of tears on her cheeks and he sighed. “Dummy,” he whispered, crossing the room in three long strides. She looked away, hiding her face behind the golden fur of the shiba. But Victor pushed it gently away and lifted her chin. He wiped away one of the tears with his thumb and kissed her forehead. “I love you, my little dummy.”

While the words were simple, they seemed to be the magic words which unlocked the door. A torrent of tears ran down the girl’s cheeks and she flung herself into Victor’s arms. “I didn’t mean to yell at you,” she sobbed, burying her face in his shoulder. “I don’t know why I’m like this! It’s like I can’t even control myself and I hate it!”

Victor ran his fingers tenderly through her hair and held her close. “It’s just the pregnancy. You’ll feel better soon. Only six weeks left, hm? I’m not going anywhere, no matter how moody you get. So stop beating yourself up and come to bed.” He slid one arm under the girl’s legs and scooped her up. “You need your rest if our little one is going to be healthy.”

~~~

It was dark when the girl waddled into the office. She groaned a little and shifted on her feet, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt. Unfortunately, there was no such thing at this point in the pregnancy. Her hand went for the lightswitch and she wondered idly how she was the first one there for the meeting. Anna had seemed quite insistent that it was incredibly important, and even Victor had seemed keen to get her here on time.

The lights caused her to go momentarily blind and she squinted as they adjusted. A jubilant shout of ‘SURPRISE!’ caused her to jump, but once she was able to open her eyes again, she was met with a room full of pink and blue balloons and streamers. Everyone she loved sat in chairs around the room with bright grins. Cupcakes decorated with pastel frosting and baby bottle sprinkles made up a large centerpiece, surrounded by various other snacks, while another table was absolutely loaded with brightly wrapped gifts.

A hand softly on her back propelled the surprised mother-to-be into the room; it was connected to a smirking Victor. “Come on, get in there. Your friends didn’t organize this just for you to stand in the doorway with your mouth hanging open.”

She broke out of her stupor and joined her loved ones for an evening of ridiculous games, eating, and opening of gifts. The sheer amount of love she felt from everyone in the room was a warm blanket which encircled her heart with tender softness. Each hug, each gift, and each kind word helped erase just a little bit more of the pain and discomfort of being eight and a half months pregnant.

And when Victor noticed that she was beginning to tire, he took her hand in his big, warm palm and addressed the room. “Thank you, everyone, for the party and the gifts. We very much appreciate it, but my wife is going to fall asleep in her chair if I don’t get her home soon.” She gave his hand a squeeze and with those they loved trailing behind them with arms full of gifts to load into the car, the happy pair returned home with far more than just a new mountain of belongings.

~~~

Of course it would be the middle of the night. The girl got up for what felt like the fifteenth time that night to use the bathroom, only to feel warmth running down her leg. “Too slow…” she muttered as she waddled into the other room.

However, it soon became apparent that this wasn’t a middle-of-the-night bladder leak. An intense pain gripped the girl’s stomach and she curled up on herself, letting out a strangled squeak of pain and surprise. It wasn’t incredibly loud, but loud enough to cause Victor to rocket up from the bed. His sleep had been poor for the last week already, just in case this exact thing happened.

“Is it time?!” he exclaimed, looking quite silly with his dark hair tousled upwards and his boxers slightly twisted. All it took was a single nod for him to spring into action, tossing on the clothes he’d specifically kept on the chair next to the bed for easy access and grabbing the hospital bag they’d lovingly packed together.

Minutes later the girl was dressed as well and Victor helped her into the car. His hands trembled as he buckled her belt, though out of fear or excitement was up for debate. Probably both. He hustled around the front of the car and into his seat, turned the key, and soon the pair were speeding down the road toward the hospital.

Each time a new contraction hit, the girl fumbled for Victor’s hand. “I’m right here. Just breathe,” he soothed, running his thumb over the back of her hand. “We’ll be there soon. I’m right here.” As Victor was wont to do in situations involving his wife, he drove with a reckless abandon in regards to the speed limit. They soon walked into labor and delivery, where the girl was whisked away while Victor paced the waiting room.

Luckily for everyone in the hospital, Victor was only made to wait until his wife was dressed and put in her delivery bed before he was allowed to go back with her. “It will probably still be a little while, Mr. Li. The contractions are still ten minutes or so apart, and she’s only at an eight. We’ll check in often, but why don’t you try to get a little rest while you can? When the contractions are two minutes apart or less, we’ll get the doctor in here.”

Victor nodded, though he knew there would be absolutely no rest for him tonight. Not until those sweet cries filled his ears, and that sweet bundle filled his arms. He sat at his wife’s bedside and held her hand as she did her best to remain calm through round after round of contractions. “I’m positive we’re having a boy,” she murmured. “I regretted deciding to wait to find out for sure, but now that it’s time…I think it’s even more exciting this way.”

“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, as long as we get a healthy baby.” Victor placed his hand on his wife’s belly and was rewarded with a solid kick. “They’ve definitely got your attitude…”

The hours passed by painfully slowly. Painfully being the key word. By morning, the girl was convinced this labor thing was never going to end. That was, until she was hit with contractions five minutes apart. Then two minutes apart. Victor pressed the call button repeatedly and the nurses soon arrived, the room filling with motion and excitement. The epidural went in and warm, blissful numbness took the place of the hot pain which had been filling her existence.

The doctor arrived and, after a brief examination, smiled. “Alright, love. It’s time to push, okay? Three breaths and push for me on three. One, two, push. One, two, push.”

Time felt like it stood still as Victor watched his sweet wife’s face flush, and her hand crushed his with each straining push. The doctor kept checking repeatedly, his voice encouraging. “You’re doing great, mama. I see a head! Keep pushing for me. Not too much longer now.”

And he was right. Two pushes later, the shrill sound of a baby’s first cry pierced the air. The nurses rushed forward with a towel and a clamp for the cord, while the doctor checked over the new life for signs of health. “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Li, it seems you have an absolutely perfect little boy.”

Victor wasn’t even embarrassed about the tears that ran down his cheeks as the doctor wrapped the still-mucky little boy in a towel and handed him to his father. He was a chunky little man…and the most beautiful thing Victor had ever seen.

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