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Oh, Vincent. What happened?
When Vincent Whittman, your college sweetheart turned egomaniac TV personality, killed you both in a mass electrocution, you decided that you would leave that life behind, leave him behind. That was not your Husband anymore, that was Vox, a reminder of the shell of the man you once knew, once loved, and the evil you just stood by and let him commit.
You don't even know if he was looking for you, if he even cared or if he left you behind with his old self, but when you foolishly get caught by his "marketing tactics", aka hypnosis, and he catches wind that his angel was down here with him, lost (and definitely not hiding), that old life, and the many many feelings that are attached, come quickly catching up to you.
Set before S1!!
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Ouch, another migraine! Thankfully, your husband is there to help even when he's supposed to be at work.
Aka, I have chronic migraines and had a weird lucid dream about this last week, so enjoy!
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- Part 3 of VWhittman Club
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As the wife of a exc. producer at Channel Six, you had to attend a lot of company parties, none of which you ever particularly enjoyed. Now it's Christmas, and though you are in the seasons spirits, you aren't enjoying the crowded room anymore than usual.
That is until you favorite smooth talking TV personality comes to flirt, as he so liked to do, and gets you roped into some mischief that... you had never expected.
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- Part 2 of VWhittman Club
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In College, Vincent Whittman is your best friend. He's great company, really! But when someone else enters the picture, well, things change. For better or worse, you'll just have to see!
Aka Vincent gets jealous in a Short Fluffy One Shot! That's it!
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- Part 1 of VWhittman Club
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You are a Co-Anchor on Channels 5's nightly news broadcast. You and your co-star, Charles Bell, have been crushing the airwaves recently, and the studio has brought in some new talent to enhance your segment. While you think you don't particularly need anything else, the new weather boy happens to be quite charming...
What happens when he decides you are good enough at your job to bring along to the top? When feelings fly and secrets eventually come to light? When the "charming" weather boy you met turns into someone completely unrecognizable.
Based off of "Brighter" From Hazbin Hotel || Vincent Whittman AU
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A collection of all of my Vincent Whittman one shots! Join the VWhittman Club Today!
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‘twas the night a week before christmas… and a certain television host won’t stop following you around; with bourbon on his tongue and a mistletoe in hand, vincent whittman is fuelled by the swell of liquor and a persistent determination to steal your lips beneath the evergreen.
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"Vincent's breath left him in a sharp, involuntary sound. His hand slapped against the glass before he could stop it. There was no question. No doubt. The universe had not merely brushed him with coincidence — it had insisted. This woman — his woman, his mind supplied immediately, possessively, the phrase sliding into place as if it had always been there — walked with purpose but not haste, her steps measured, her head slightly bowed against the wind. Vulnerable. Alone. The sight ignited something violent and reverent inside him all at once. His thoughts fractured, splintering into a thousand frantic directions, each one circling back to the same impossible conclusion: this was not chance. This was confirmation."
1952, Wilmington. Vincent Whittman, a 41 year old TV star and cult leader, finds himself unhealthily infatuated with a woman he saw once in a café. His already strained mind stretches thinner, as he devotes himself to his obsession. While she doesn't know he exists, Vincent creates his own delusions to comfort himself until she will surely be his.
Please excuse me for mixing British and American english — this is not my first language, but I'm trying my best :,)
I'm @liliths_diary on twitter!
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You’re not sure how you, a popular late night radio DJ from the aughts, deserved to be cast in the fiery pits of Hell with a capital H, but here you are. And because the universe is playing a running gag reel on even your afterlife, you find yourself the focus of an avid fan of your segments back when you were topside in the land of the living and he was tuning in from Hell.
Who knew the damned (and damned good looking) could pick up FM radio all the way down here?
Too bad your domineering boss is in a vicious, decades-long rivalry with the guy.
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- Part 1 of Tune Me In
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The relationship you and Vox have is...special. More intimate than a boss and their subordinate usually are, but you're far, far from something sweet and romantic. The relationship is a tale as old as time; You two fuck, he treats you. As much as the both of you want to keep things simple, cut and dry, easy to quantify...Unfortunately things don't work like that. And they only get messier the more you learn about each other. The more you learn about yourselves, even. So much for no strings attached, huh?
Or: Vox catches feelings for the employee sugar baby on his payroll.
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“Morning sweetheart.”
You turn, and the very first voice you hear sends your pulse racing. it hits you like the crack of a whip and your shoulders stiffen.
Douglas sighs under his breath. “Ah. And that,” he says in a tone of resigned amusement, “would be our resident… meteorological personality.”
You pivot.
Vincent Whittman leans casually against a camera rig, hands in his pockets, tie loosened, smirk firmly in place. Like he owns the air you’re breathing.
“Well,” he drawls, pushing off the rig and strolling over, “if it isn’t my favorite morning disruption.” Irony driping of his mouth.Your jaw clenches.
Douglas gestures politely but entirely uninterested.
“Miss, this is Mr. Vincent Whittman—our weather reporter.”Vincent steps closer, mismatched eyes gleaming with amused recognition.
Of course.
All of New York City, millions of people, and the one arrogant prick you managed to piss off before eight in the morning turns out to be a higher-ranked coworker.