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hypewinter · 1 year

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We've seen a lot of Danny is Damian's twin or older brother but I haven't seen many Danny is Damian's younger brother.

Dick Jason Tim Cass

I see this going two ways:

Danny gets whisked away from the league. Probably because Ra's was going to have Damian kill him as a test of loyalty but Talia or one of his nurses was having none of that. He ends up in Illinois, becomes a ghost, bla bla bla. They meet again when Sam drags Danny to a gala in Gotham with her and Damian is like "Danyal!?". Danny is utterly confused because he was too young to remember Damian or the league. Cue Damian going into overprotective 'I'm never letting you out of sight again' mode. The giw doesn't stand a chance once he finds out about them. The batfam is absolutely shocked because no one knew their youngest could be that protective of another person (Damian is 16 in this while Danny is still 14 btw). Him and Jazz are about to duke it out for custody or at least for the position as the most reliable sibling. Danny meanwhile is still processing that he has an assassin older brother. Neat.

Danny reincarnates. He retains his ghost powers somewhat which makes him special in the eyes of Ra's. This means he gets a separate training regimen. Damian sees his younger brother winning all of his grandfather's attention and promptly proceeds to pretend like he doesn't exist when he leaves for Wayne Manor. Out of jealousy and all that. Until one of the batbros is needling him about something or another and he lets it slip. The batfam is instantly like "we gotta rescue him" which Damian is not happy about. The entire rescue mission, he's complaining about how pointless this all is and how Danny is probably living like a king until they break into his room. Danny's room is bare except for a bed and when he sees Damian, he runs to him crying "you came back for me!". It turns out that Danny's training was much crueler to truly bring out the fullest force of his powers (no better trainer than survival and all that). Danny thinks his older brother came to save him and gets attached quickly. Damian refuses to admit how much the guilt is eating him up on the inside. (In this one Damian is 12 and Danny is 10)

#dp x dc #winter's tales #i really like scenario two personally #i might have a slight addiction to angst fics #but who doesn't #the first scenario though #it has a lot of hijinks and shenanigans potential #i especially like to think that jazz and damian wouldn't form a younger sibling defense brigade together or anything #but instead be constantly fighting over best sibling title #danny tries the 'i love you both as my older siblings' approach but it's not working #a victor must be crowned #younger brother danny

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 1 month

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Whumpee being given an aphrodisiac at a party, Caretaker being a big ol' green flag and realizing something is wrong with their friend/partner, and rather than taking advantage of how hard Whumpee is coming onto them- bringing them home to sleep it off. Leaving Whumper at the party feeling stupid for thinking that they'd get ANYWHERE with that shit.

this is one of the superior tropes. ever.

but since I’m such a sucker for enemies to lovers trope (in case it’s not obvious enough from like 90% of my posts), I was thinking “but what if caretaker is whumpee’s enemy too?” — not the one who drugged whumpee, of course, but what if whumpee and caretaker are enemies, and caretaker notices something off with whumpee and knows immediately that they were drugged.

obviously, it’s not caretaker’s problem that the idiot got themself drugged. but I mean… if caretaker just walks away now, then anybody could do whatever they want to caretaker’s own nemesis.

and that’s caretaker’s nemesis. can caretaker really stand the idea of someone else touching and hurting what is theirs?

oh screw it! before caretaker knows what they’re doing, they already have whumpee — their own archenemy — tucked safely and nicely in their (caretaker’s) own bed.

@bebx wrote a fic with this prompt, with enemies to lovers x aphrodisiac and all that :) you can read it here!

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httpspedri26 · 2 months

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Turn back time - JB

Angst

Jude Bellingham x reader

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Jude hated the feeling of being alone. Sure, he had his mother living with him, but he hated that the left side of his bed was empty. It had almost been 8 months since Jude joined Real Madrid, and 4 months since you left him.

It was his fault. Everything that had happened between you and him was his fault. You tried, god you tried so hard to save your relationship, but you failed miserably.

The last chance you gave him was 4 months ago, on November 16, your 3-year anniversary. You had made a whole plan, you made dinner, his favorite, and his mom had helped a little but left an hour before Jude was supposed to arrive home. But he never did. He never arrived, which left you alone on the couch waiting for him, and you were done waiting for him. You reminded him the day before too, and he still forgot.

“Hey babe,” Jude said as he dropped his bag at the front door. You quickly looked up from your book and stood up from the couch. “Hey Jude,” you whispered, smiling at him. He didn’t return the smile as he kissed your cheek and flopped down next to where you were sitting, quickly reaching for his phone in his back pocket.

“Where’s my mum?” He mumbled, scrolling through his Instagram feed. “She left to grab some things for dinner.”

The knot in your throat pulled tighter, restricting the flow of oxygen. You swallowed past it and forced your lips to curve upward. “Speaking of dinner, don’t forget our dinner tomorrow for our anniversary.”

“I won’t,” he tapped something on his screen.

“It’s our third-year anniversary,” you whispered as you bit your lip, hoping to get some emotion out of Jude.

He looked up from his phone and smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I know babe, I won’t forget,” he said while standing up from his seat.

You put up with dozens of missed dates, canceled trips, and broken promises over the years, which was understandable because of football; everything was always about football, and you were tired of it.

“Tell mum not to worry about dinner for me, I already ate with Vini. I’ll go take a shower and take a nap,” his lips grazed your cheek on his way past you. “Good night.” He was already gone by the time you responded. “Good night.”

Jude hated himself the next day. He had come home late due to the guys wanting to go out to a bar.

He had forgotten about the dinner you had planned and only remembered when he went inside his house and saw two dinner plates on the table, and his mom in the living room pacing around trying to get hold of someone on the phone.

That’s when Jude’s heart stopped.

Jude felt really bad these last 4 months. He didn't hear from you at all, like you never existed. There wasn't anything of you left in his house, just the faint smell on your pillow. He hated that he let you go so easily.

Every day, waking up reminded him of you and how he had to live without you. He looked different too, with dark purple bags under his eyes. His mom worried about him and you too. She hadn't heard from you since that night. She didn’t know if you were alive or dead, or if you had somewhere to go.

Jude's days were all the same, filled with regret and missing you. He wished he could go back and fix things. But time just made it worse, making the hole you left even deeper.

Playing with Real Madrid helped a bit, but he still couldn't forget you. His teammates saw how he changed, from being happy and confident to sad and quiet. They tried to cheer him up, but nothing worked.

Weeks turned into months, and Jude couldn't stop thinking about you. He knew he messed up and wanted you back more than anything.

#football imagine #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude victor willliam bellingham #jude bellingham angst

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judes-baeeee · 11 days

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Blurb: Jude always reposting edits of you on his story😂❤️

You both were sat on the sofa one day, you were focused on the tv while Jude was focused on his phone; the same song kept replaying over and over again and Jude was so focused on his phone which made you wonder what he was looking at. You peered over and saw he was watching a edit of you from when you went to an event. Jude states “you always look so beautiful but wow I love when your fans make edits of you”, somehow Jude felt jealous that other people find you attractive but at the same time he knows that you feel the same way about him.

Hope this was good xx

#jude bellingham #football #fluff #hey jude #jude bellingham smut #real madrid #request #smut #angst #fanfic #jude victor willliam bellingham

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tanglepelt · 11 months

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Dc x dp idea 65

Danny and Ellie were captured by the GIW. Held and experimented on for an extended period of time. Both having been branded by the GIW.

In case they ever escaped. In both forms it’s always visible unless covered up.

It was only recently they started doing the more invasive experiments. Let’s say they vivisect Danny and have plans to do the same to Ellie.

Before they can even touch Ellie somehow through the power of family love or something he breaks the suppression device on him.

Which leads to him being able to grab her. Managing to make a portal he didn’t know he could do.

Whether it the same universe or a separate universe. The portal dumps them right in a middle of a justice league meeting. Danny bleeding and passed out from power use. Then Ellie who is frantic an panicky on full defense.

So now the justice league had to calm down Ellie and help Danny as well as figure out what on the world is happening.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #justice league #i live for angst #If it’s the same universe #the Giw gonna have a world of problems #Danny is shell shocked when he learns he can make portals #will Bruce adopt the blue eyes black haired children #or will there be another victor #either way the two will be taken care of #it’s very possible they fail to calm down Ellie #she doesn’t have access to her powers either #maybe she tries to fight and passes out #Danny isn’t gonna react well if he wakes up in a medbay #just goes ballistic and destroys it #if there not in the same room #more destruction #Danny is that big brother type who ain’t letting anything happen to his sister #Ellie could bite someone #that’s her defense.#maybe chuck a chair or something at another #she’s just the type who seems feral enough

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rowretro · 4 months

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✧𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗✧

THE SPOILED, RICH MAFIA BOYS,

known by their gang name, ENHYPEN, are known for their vile, brutal, sadistic murders, the 7 being raised by much bigger, retiring mafias. Of course, No one would dare cross paths with them on purpose, or lay a single finger on them.

In a country so corrupt, that no strong evidence will be able to break these men down. It's almost as if... they don't have a goddamn weakness...

Babe… she's the new girl in school and everyone loves her… such a bubbly, sweet, funny, and dumb little girl.

Oh so dumb…. attracting the attention of 7 deadly beings, the hottest boys on those school grounds… and falling into their deer trap, where she'd have to dig with her bare hands to find light….

✧MASTERLIST✧

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✧𝕾𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗✧

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ikenbar · 1 year

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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!!

If you would like to submit a prompt, you can do so through this post! Don't forget to read the rules when you do!

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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multifandom-worlds · 1 year

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Worthy of Love

Genre: Angst

WordCount: 2.3K

Warnings: breakups

Authors Note: This is a repost from 2020.

AO3 link HERE

I sit at my desk, looking at my phone and the message my girlfriend sent me. I need to break up with her. Not because I don't love her, but it's because I do. I thought she would be a quick lay. Something fun to pass the time with until the next thing came along. I never intended to fall hopelessly in love with her.

But I did.

Fear and intimidation has always been second nature for me. It comes naturally. It's the language I've spoken for years. It's protected me and my company, until now. Until I laid eyes on her again. This nosey, impulsive, headstrong little thing with bright, curious eyes and an ability to push my buttons.

This woman that, no matter how many times I push her around or push her away, she comes right back, like a moth to a flame.

With every moment I spend with her, I find myself wanting more. Wanting to know more and in truth? That scares me. The closer I get to her the more power she holds over me. Power to leave me.

I love her way too much, which is why I have to do this. Why I have to be the bad guy and end things. She's going to be mad. She's going to be confused and heartbroken and she has every right to be.

"Brianna, this isn't working."

I hover over the send button. Am I really going to break up with her over a text message? Yes because I need her to hate me. I need her to think I am the worst person ever.

Send.

An answer comes back to me moments later.

"What do you mean this isn't working? What did I do wrong? I can do better, I promise. Victor please."

"My mind is made up, Brianna. I am bored with you and done with this relationship. Please go gather your belongings and leave your key on the table."

I put my phone down, not wanting to see what she has to say. I can feel my heart slowly break inside. The truth is, I could never be bored with her but I need to look after myself, even if that means pushing away the only person who dared to look past the suits.

Returning home that night, the spare key sits on the table and all her belongings are gone. Except for 1 shirt that still rests on the couch where she left it last night after one of our many passionate love-making sessions.

I pick it up, holding it close, breathing in her scent. Tears prick at my eyes as memories from the past year flood my memories. I need to keep reminding myself that this is for the best.

Who am I kidding. She's the best thing for me. She's the best thing to happen to me back then and she's the best thing to happen to me now.

I sit down on the couch. The couch that once held such passion now feels cold and lonely. How did I let myself get so infatuated with her? The couch is where I sleep that night, her shirt still clutched tightly in my arms. I can't bear the bed tonight.

Waking up the next morning, my eyes sting with tears long since dried up. I feel like I'm on autopilot as I ready myself for the day. Just yesterday I would be sneaking glances at Brianna getting ready while I make us both coffees.

She would kiss me good morning, her soft lips lingering or two longer. I would run my fingers through her feather soft red hair while she tries to do it up for work, earning myself a playful swat. There's so much about her I miss. I miss the way she would cling to me a little tighter Saturday mornings, her hand resting on my chest, the way her fingers felt when they're running through my hair. I miss her.

Tears brim my eyes once again but I blink them back. I just need to keep telling myself this is for the best, that I'm better off alone and that she's better off with someone that isn't me. Whether it's true or not is irrelevant.

When I get to work, Anna, Brianna's coworker is waiting for me. A small part of me hoped Brianna would come present their proposal but that was a dream of a love-struck fool. Of course she wouldn't come, not after I cruelly ripped her heart out.

"Why did you do it, Victor?" Anna asks, no warmth to her voice.

"That's none of your concern. It's between Miss Davis and I. Not you."

"You spent a year with her, almost to the exact day and yet you cannot even call her by her first name. You really are a piece of work."

How could I forget. Today would have been mine and Bri's 1 year anniversary. That's no concern of mine now. What's done is done. It's time to move forward.

Anna presents their proposal. It's quite well done this time around. Over the course of our relationship, Brianna's proposals have been getting progressively better and better. This was the best one yet. If only I could tell her. To see her face lights up one last time.

"Oh Victor. This is for you. Brianna wanted me to give it to you."

Anna's voice holds a deep set anger as she all but throws a gift wrapped box at me. Once Anna leaves I set to opening it. Inside is a watch, once that I mentioned in passing that I was interested in acquiring. Brianna must have remembered and it must have cost her a pretty penny because this watch is not cheap but any stretch of the imagination. Below the watch is a little card that reads: Happy Anniversary, Victor darling. I love you more than words could say.

I love you too, Bri. Please don't hate me forever. Removing the watch I wore today and placing it in my desk drawer, I carefully put on the one Brianna bought me, admiring it. I don't deserve someone as wonderful as her.

Clearing my mind of thoughts of her I return to my work. That night I return to my cold, dark apartment, forced to relive all the memories I have with her. This is my own personal Hell.

An hour later I find myself looking through her Moments, reliving all the times we spent together, all while polishing off a bottle of brandy. She posted a new photo just this afternoon of her in a new outfit that suits her body so perfectly.

It's only been a day and she already seems to have moved past our breakup. Maybe I really didn't mean that much to her after all. Unfortunately that does not make getting over her any easier.

Laying down on the couch, I grab her shirt once again and hold it close. This is the hardest break up I've yet to deal with. I miss her but I can't tell her. To her, she bored me. I want her to continue to believe that.

Tears slowly roll down my cheeks while I fall asleep.

My dreams are filled with her. Her bright, curious eyes. Her long red hair fluttering in the wind, her phenomenal piano playing. Waking up in a cold sweat, I made the decision then and there that I cannot live like this. Until I am over her I will distract myself with wine and women.

So that is precisely what I do. Each night I entertain another woman in my home. We wine and dine, finishing the night in the throes of passion. In a week I could bed at minimum, 6 women, all who sing my praises.

I've been doing this for the past 6 months but it hasn't helped. A pattern had emerged. I've only gone out with short redheads. Only ever drank the wine Brianna liked.

Tonight I had a dinner date with a young woman named Jessica. Jessica is a model who I've done shoots with in the past. She's a pleasant enough woman, not much of a conversationalist though.

Walking out of the restaurant, I have the misfortune of bumping into Brianna on the sidewalk. She smiles briefly before she bows her head slightly and walks off.

"Miss Davis, wait." My mouth forms the words before my mind could process. Brianna stops mid-stride but does not turn around. Her chest heaves softly, the same way it did when she was crying in my arms. My heart breaks all over again.

"Now is not a good time, Victor." Her voice was soft, breaking as it said my name.

"Who's that, Victor?" Jessica's hand rests on my bicep.

"An ex-girlfriend. No one you need to concern yourself with Jess."

"I must say, you certainly upgraded from her to me."

"You're right, as always Jess."

The words sounded wrong. She wasn't right at all. In fact she couldn't have been more wrong. Jessica was a downgrade from Brianna. She was a rebound and nothing more.

The sound of a soft sob makes its way to my ears as we walk past Brianna. Glancing over my shoulder, my precious, perfect girl is wiping the tears from her face before she looks up at me with eyes filled with an unmeasured sadness. She really did love me, didn't she. The fact I hurt her this bad makes me feel like a monster. That's what I wanted, right? I wanted her to hate me.

I sit in my car outside Brianna's apartment, looking up at her window. Her silhouette in the window joined by another.

Ding.

My phone lights up, a text message from her.

"Come up Victor. We need to talk."

I sigh, blinking away tears before I drive away. I can't face her. Not after what I said today. I am not worthy of love. Especially not worthy of her love.

The next hour is spent driving around the city trying to clear my head from any and all thoughts of her. By the time I return her, my tiny redhead is sitting by my door, knees to her chest, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.

"Bri, what are you doing here. It's late and it's dangerous outside." Looking up at me, Brianna wipes the tears from her cheeks before rising to her feet.

"We need to talk, Victor. Please"

I can't say no to her, her eyes plead with me, the pain in her voice drives a knife into my soul. I unlock my door before showing her in. She takes a seat on the couch, playing with a few strands of hair. Something she's always done when she's nervous.

"I forgive you."

Those 3 little words stop me in my tracks. Those 3 little words tear down the wall I've been building over the past 6 months. Those 3 little words is all it takes for me to come undone. Tears start rolling down my cheeks.

"Victor?" Brianna's voice is filled with concern as her hand cups my cheek. I rest my hand over hers, leaning into her touch. Yearning for it. Her thumbs wiped away the tears on my cheeks.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness, Bri."

"Yes Victor. Everyone deserves forgiveness. You're afraid to get close to people. I understand I was too close and you had to protect yourself. I forgive you"

Any and all control I had disappears and a moment later my arms are around her waist, pulling her close and holding her tight. Brianna hugs me back without missing a beat.

I finally let her go a few minutes later, wiping my face. How embarrassing. I turn to hide my face but she stops me.

"I'm not worthy of your love, Brianna. I pushed you away because I was afraid. At first you were a quick lay. A playtoy but something about you drew me in. Before I knew it, I was in too deep and it terrified me. I had to leave to prevent you from leaving me. I couldn't bear the thought of you leaving me so I left you first."

"Victor." Hearing my name, spoken with such love caused another wave of tears to flow from my eyes. I turn my back to her, walking over to the window letting the tears fall.

A pair of arms snake around my midsection, fingers interlocking on my stomach. Full body sobs rack my body but Brianna holds on. She rests her head against my back.

My body gives up in my and I fall to my knees, hands covering my eyes as I sob uncontrollably. I don't deserve her or her understanding but here she is, holding me as I sob.

"Victor. I love you. I loved you then and I still love you now. You have been the best thing to me. You challenged me to improve in every aspect of my life. You are the one I want, the only one I want"

Brianna lets go of me before crawling around to my front, her hands on my tear soaked cheeks.

"Brianna, will you take me back?"

"Yes Victor."

I lean in, kissing her several times, tears of a different kind rolling down my cheeks.

"Thank you, baby girl. Thank you. I'm so sorry for everything I put you through over the last 6 months. I thought I could get over you but I couldn't. It's you, Brianna. It's always been you and it can only ever be you."

On shaky legs I stand up, helping Brianna up with me.

"Let's go to bed, Bri."

"Let's go to bed, Victor." Brianna beams up at me, wrapping her arm around my waist.

Laying in bed for the first time in 6 months, looping long red hair around my fingers, holding her petite body as close to me as I can. It's going to be a challenge but I'm willing to try if she's by my side.

#victor angst #mlqc #mr love queen’s choice #victor li #mlqc victor #mlqc victor fanfic #victor

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bebx · 2 months

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enemies to lovers trope where the 2 characters are still enemies and will always remain enemies, they won’t openly become “lovers” and they won’t ever say “I love you” to each other, but deep down they are soulmates in the sense that one will carry the other bridal style back to their home so they can tend to the other’s injuries after their battle against each other. they are soulmates in the sense that they are the only one who can touch and hurt the other, and if anyone else ever dares to touch their property, all hell will break loose. they are soulmates in the sense that if one of them die, the other will follow them shortly after, simply because they can’t live without their archenemy who is their other half. they are soulmates in the sense that their blood, bodies and souls become one.

this is about DoomReed and Hannigram

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professorchaos · 1 year

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if we go to sleep, we can wake up home again...

#sp bunny #victor chaos #butters stotch #kenny mccormick #south park #mysterion #professor chaos #paladin butters #princess kenny #marjorine #today i was thinking about horrible scenarios to put them thru. anyone wanna read pc angst? cuz i have thoughts #also this song is soooooooooo so hehehhehedguhbdjn. well #yeah.#my art

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felinelun · 3 months

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Hey, Vicdecai shippers! All of you! Espesially those who ship one-sided Vicdecai and relish that Mordecai-the-repressed-gay-man angst! Don't you find you all miss something? Because I think you are.

Because Victor, the cis man Mordecai has that tragic crush on? Well. Imagine you are Victor. That cis slavic guy who has a wife and beloved beautiful kid.

Imagine you had them, but you are changed by The Great War now so irreversibly your wife cannot accept you, she cannot live with the man you are now. She left and she took your dear child, too.

And than you meet a person, a person who is more than fine with that war broken man you're now, a person who's always by your side, a person worth diying for... Hell, a person worth putting a fucking tie on a fucking New Year for!

But you can't love him. Because you have a wife and a kid. And he is a man. And you cannot love him, because men do not betray their wives and do not love other men, that is simply a rule and you now can't live without being true to some rules in your broken life, without orders of life...

And than that person betrays you and your found family. And you just start losing your purpose

#Victor #Mordecai #Mordecai Heller #Vicdecai #Lackadaisy #Why nobody's talking about this #such a good piece of angst #and don't worry your “one-sided Mordecai angst” doesn't go anywere #because while Victor doesn't get that breaking your last working knee is a love language #Mordecai doesn't get that wearing your stupid neck-tie on a New Year is a romantic love letter also #And in the end these poor idiots both think their love is wrong and unrequited #somebody fix them both #for each other

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backscratches · 1 year

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'Hey, Sweetheart' part 1

The Sinclair brothers x F!child!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of death, yelling, plans of killing, Slashers, obsession

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That morning Bo had been woken up by his younger brother, Lester. It had been a call to him about the tourists he saw heading down the road to a campside. One car, couple of people, an easy job.

Bo and Vincent hadn't had tourists in the town in a awhile so the preparations weren't hard. Later that day, at the night exactly. Bo went and blew their tires. He made sure that Lester was ready to escort the couple to the town the next day.

The next day Bo was fixing a car in his garage when a couple walked up to him. They looked like a normal married couple, nothing more to him anyway. But one thing caught his eye. The woman was carrying a baby on her back.

"Hey folks what can I do for yall?" Bo asked trying to be polite. The man told him that they needed couple of tires for their car down the road and that they were in a hurry.

Bo couldn't care less about their plans to see the socker game in the next state or anything else about them. So he directed the woman with her baby up to see the famous Trudy's House Of Wax while he and the husband looked at some tires.

He didn't know what was he hoping to be done with the babe but there was no plans of keeping it either. There had been children passing through the town before but evedently there wasn't any kid wax figures.

After Bo had killed the man with a hit to the head he dragged the body downstairs to the basement of the garage and left to go up to the museum.

Now he knew what he wanted. He wanted Vincent to take care of the problem, that being the baby tourist, so he didn't have to worry about it.

But as he soon found out, Vincent wasn't just as attracted to the idea of getting rid of the little specimen. After he had killed the woman Vincent took the crying baby to his basement.

And that was what Bo had walked in on. Sweaty Vincent holding a crying baby girl in the middle of his work space.

"What the hell are you doing with that thing?" Bo asked loudly bewildered. Vincent only turned for a moment to look at him and then turned immediately back to the now fussing baby in his dry hands.

"Don't ignore me freak what the fuck are you doing with it?" Bo shouted at his twin brother or rather to his back.

"Be Quiet" Vincent whispered in his rough voice. He was observing the baby, holding her Infront of his face but after speaking to Bo he quickly moved the babe to his chest.

Holding the baby in his arms, Vincent began to slowly swing her in hopes of her falling asleep.

"The hell are you planning?" Bo asked angerly but alot quieter now.

The babygirl soon fell into a soft sleep in Vincent's hold.

There was a moment of silence, a moment of Vincent quietly cuddling to the babe, a moment of Bo trying to figure his brother out.

"I want her"

The few words that Vincent could muster with his broken face were enough for to Bo to shutdown.

He didn't want this, he wasn't ready for this and Ambrose sure wasn't a place for this.

Only if he knew how much his brother desperately wanted his own family. But his disformated face had quickly put a brick wall Infront of that dream. That hole he wished so badly to fill, that couldn't be treated even with his lovely good girl dog, Jonesy or a hundred wax figures across the town.

This beautiful baby was the most incredible thing he had ever witness even, his mothers world known wax figures couldn't bare fitness to the feeling this babe brought to him.

And nobody was going to take that away from him. Not even his twin brother.

this is my first fanfic I've ever written so yeah tell me your opinion

I will continue this series for at least a couple of parts

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English isn't my first language tell me of any mistakes

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