Vic Fuentes x Kellin Quinn highschool AU (inokverse kinda?)
Kellin sat up in bed, sighing. he looked to the empty space beside him. oh, how he wished that space could be filled someday, preferably by Vic. Kellin climbed out of bed and headed to his bathroom, where he did his hair and brushed his teeth. his mind was full of thoughts, mostly about Vic. theyd been friends forever, but hed also been Kellin's crush for years too. he just couldnt help but admire Vic. he was attractive, funny, talented--seriously, he had a killer singing voice and he could play guitar. he said Kellin had a pretty good voice too, but Kellin doubted it at times.
Kellin grabbed his bag and headed out the door. he walked down his bus stop, just down the street from his house. school was so tiring. he was glad this was his senior year. soon, hed be free from his days at Clairmont High. the bus came to a stop in front of him, and he reluctantly climbed aboard.
meanwhile, Vic was driving himself to school, listening to his band's album that they were working on. he thought about his friends--Jaime, Tony, Warren, Illi, Kellin--especially Kellin. he couldnt help that he thought about the guy so much. Kellin was cute, funny, talented, pretty much everything Vic wasnt. but most importantly, Kellin made Vic happy.
Vic had been depressed since before high school started, and hed been struggling with self harm for just as long. his friends were the only things keeping him from killing himself. Kellin's happiness often rubbed off on Vic, keeping him from being edgy at school. Vic took a deep breath. tomorrow was the start of Spring Break. hed been planning to tell Kellin about his self harm today for the past two weeks. today was the day, and now he had to do it. hopefully Kellin wont freak out.
Vic arrived at the school. he got out of his car and waited outside the entrance for his friends. Illi and her younger brother, Mikey, climbed out of her car. Illi waved to Vic, walking up to him. Illi was the only one who knew about his mental issues, because she had some herself. together, they walked into the school and headed for the cafeteria. once they reached their usual table, they saw Kellin and Tony already there, talking about music.
Vic sat next to Kellin, giving him a warm smile. Kellin's blue eyes lit up when he saw Vic, just like they always do. Illi sat next to an open seat so Mikey could sit next to her. Vic turned to Kellin. "hey, Kells, can you meet me after school? maybe at your house?" Vic asked. Kellin shook his head. "not at my house. my mom doesnt let me bring people over," he explained, "we can go to your house though." Vic sighed. his house was a mess. "alright," he replied. "why, if you dont mind telling me?" Kellin asked. "oh, its just...something ive been meaning to tell you. nothin' important, really," Vic said.
the bell rung, and the friends parted ways. Vic and Tony walked to their first class together as always, while Illi, Kellin, and Mikey went seperate ways. Vic watched Pete, a friend of Mikey's, run up to Mikey and immediately start talking about nothing. Vic smiled. those two would make such a cute couple, he thought. he could almost imagine them under the sunset together...or himself and Kellin together like that. Vic cast one last look at Kellin before hurrying to his class.
+ + +
the final period bell rung, and Kellin practically jumped out of his seat and quickly walked out the classroom. he couldnt stop thinking about what Vic had to say. Kellin wondered what it could be. what if Vic confessed that he had always liked Kellin? or what if Vic knew that Kellin liked him and didnt like him back? what if? what if? what if?
Kellin shook his head to clear his thoughts. he had to hope Vic didnt tell him anything bad. Kellin waited outside the school for Vic. he assumed Vic was taking him to his house, judging by how Kellin's car had broke down. (which wasnt his fault, by the way. it was Warren's.) Vic walked past Kellin, heading to his car and gesturing for Kellin to follow.
Kellin climbed in on the passenger side, smiling at Vic. Vic smiled back, like always. Kellin wanted to believe he made Vic happy. he always smiled around Kellin, and just seemed overall happier around him. on the drive to Vic's house, they listened to Vic's band's album. the album was called A Flair For The Dramatic. "your singing sounds good," Kellin said. Vic smiled. "thanks."
while Kellin was just happy to be alone with Vic, Vic was worried about how Kellin would respond to what he was going to tell him. what if he freaked out? or called the police? or thought Vic was weird? what if? what if? what if? Vic took a deep breath to clear his thoughts. Kellin was an understanding guy, and theyd been friends for a while. surely this wouldnt ruin that, right?
when they arrived, the two friends climbed out of the car and headed inside. Vic immediately led Kellin to his bedroom so they could be alone. "sorry if my room's a mess," Vic muttered. his room was a bit dirty, with clothes on his floor and a few empty bottles. otherwise his room was in pretty good condition, with band posters and pictures of his friends all over the walls.
Vic sat on his bed, patting the spot next to him. Kellin sat next to Vic, blushing slightly. Vic noticed, but he decided not to point it out. "so," Kellin said, "what did you want to tell me?" Vic was quiet for a moment. he didnt know how to word this. "I...," he began. he sighed, before taking a deep breath.
"ive been dealing with depression for a while now. i never told you guys because i was scared of what youd think of me," Vic explained. Kellin was about to speak, but Vic cut him off. "thats not all, though. i also...," he said, trailing off. he took another deep breath. "i also cut myself."
Kellin was quiet for a while. after a minute or so, he spoke. "can...can i see?" he asked. Vic nodded, rolling up his hoodie sleeve. all along his forearm were little dark red scars. Kellin reached out, gently running his fingers down Vic's arm. "i...i dont think any different of you because of this Vic. well, im a little worried about you, but otherwise? youre the same guy to me," Kellin replied. he trailed his fingers down Vic's arm one last time, before intertwining his fingers with Vic's.
Vic smiled. "thank you, Kells," he said. he leaned in, resting his forehead against Kellin's. "can i confess something as well?" Kellin asked. "sure," Vic responded. Kellin's fingers tightened around Vic's. "i think...i think i love you," Kellin admitted, his face red. Vic thought for a moment, processing the admission. finally, he said, "i love you too."
Kellin jerked back, looking caught off guard. "really? you..you really mean that?" he asked, stumbling over his words. Vic nodded, laughing softly. "ive always loved you, Kells. you make me so happy," he admitted. Kellin blinked in surprise. Vic shifted closer, his face inches from Kellin's. "id be even happier if you could be my boyfriend," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.
Kellin blushed hard, looking anywhere but Vic's face. "i- uh- yes, please?" Kellin stammered. Vic laughed. he smiled, his dark eyes locking onto Kellin's blue ones. he leaned in, his lips pressing against Kellin's. the kiss was short, but sweet, and everything Kellin had ever wished for. when they both pulled back, Kellin was beaming. he immediately wrapped his arms around Vic, burying his face in Vic's shoulder. Vic reciprocated, wrapping his arms around Kellin.
"so...we're, like, boyfriends now, right?" Kellin asked awkwardly. "yeah, i think so," Vic responded. "yay," Kellin murmured. Vic smiled, before planting a kiss on Kellin's cheek. Vic finally had something to keep him going. maybe Kellin could even convince him to stop cutting. he smiled, hugging his new boyfriend tighter. ill never leave you, he thought to himself, never.
a vampire!Vic Fuentes x Kellin Quinn short oneshot
Kellin collapsed onto the hotel bed. it was a late night after a show, and he was exhausted. he had gotten the room all to himself, meaning he didnt have to share a bed. at least, thats what he thought would happen, until Vic came along.
Vic had been watching Kellin for a while. you could say Vic was stalking him, but to Vic, he was just hunting prey. he was ecstatic that Kellin was finally alone after being around large crowds for hours. Vic made his way up to Kellin's hotel room, before knocking on the door. Kellin got up quickly to answer it, expecting it to be one of his bandmates. instead, he was greeted by the man who had been his biggest crush ever since they met.
"oh! Vic, uh, hey. what are you doing here? shouldnt you be with your own band?" Kellin asked, slightly cocking his head like a curious animal. Vic glanced around to ensure no one was watching grabbing Kellin. he covered Kellin's mouth, and entered the hotel room and locked the door. he held Kellin close as Kellin tried to yell, but the noises were muffled by Vic's hand. Vic walked Kellin over to the hotel bed, before pushing him down onto it. Vic quickly climbed on top of Kellin, pinning him to the bed.
"Vic! what are you doing?!" Kellin asked once his mouth was uncovered. his voice was a mix of shock and disbelief. Kellin's mind jumped to the conclusion that Vic was going to sexually assault him, judging by the position they were in. Vic leaned in so that his face was inches from Kellin's. "im so sorry about this, Kells. it's just...," Vic trailed off, his dark eyes avoiding Kellin's. Vic shook his head. he couldnt believe he had let himself catch feelings for his prey...again. in fact, this was almost exactly how he had met his other bandmates, each of them becoming bloodthirsty vampires just like him.
Vic focused on Kellin's neck instead of that adorable face and those beautiful blue eyes of his. "Vic..?" Kellin said, his voice soft. "please dont hurt me." those words made it even harder for Vic to just bite him already. he sighed, realizing he wasnt gonna be able to do this unless he knew it wouldnt hurt Kellin. maybe Vic could bite him while hes asleep? but he probably wouldnt fall asleep quickly after this.
then it hit him. Kellin was always a little different around Vic. Vic tried to not make it obvious, but he knew Kellin liked him. maybe he could use that to his advantage? "Kells, can you do me a favor?" Vic asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his hand cupping Kellin's cheek. Kellin blinked, then nodded slowly. he was desperate to please Vic, hoping maybe Vic wouldnt hurt him too badly. he had never thought that his crush and best friend would be the one to make him feel so in love yet so terrified for his life at once.
"let me bite you," Vic said, swiping his tongue over his razor sharp fangs. Kellin's eyes widened at the sight of Vic's sharp teeth. the thought of those sinking into his neck was both enticing and frightening. "a-alright, only if you promise to explain why after," Kellin said, his voice trembling noticeably. "i promise," Vic replied. Kellin searched those warm, dark eyes for something-- sincerity or maybe love, anything that would prove he wasnt trying to harm Kellin.
Vic leaned in, his lips brushing Kellin's neck, his hot breath dancing over Kellin's skin. with a swift, sharp bite, Vic's fangs punctured Kellin's neck, making him gasp. he tilted his head back, giving Vic better access to his neck. a soft, shaky moan escaped his lips. he didnt expect this sudden pain to feel so strangely good. Vic pulled back, his fangs leaving two bleeding red wounds in Kellin's neck. Vic licked up the blood before it could get on the hotel bed.
Kellin reached up to touch his neck, breathing hard. "Vic...what even are you..?" Kellin asked, his blue eyes meeting Vic's dark ones. Vic looked away, before letting go of Kellin and stepping back, allowing him to sit up on the bed. "Kells...im a vampire." Vic answered, his voice low. Kellin laughed softly. "Vic, be for real," Kellin said, but part of him believed Vic. why else would he have sharp teeth? why else would he bite Kellin's neck? "I am," Vic responded. Kellin didnt know how to respond. it made sense, but it sounded so silly. "Vic...," Kellin muttered, looking down. he got up, taking a few hesitant steps to close the gap between him and his crush. he rested his hands on Vic's shoulders. "that doesnt matter to me. i dont care that your not human. all i want is you, Vic," Kellin admitted.
Vic blinked, caught off guard by Kellin's admission. he had known, but it still felt weird to hear from Kellin himself. Vic took a breath, his dark eyes locking onto Kellin's, before leaning in and pressing his lips to Kellin's. the kiss was short, but sweet. it left them both blushing and clinging to the other. "Vic, i love you. even if youre a vampire. even if you dont love me back," Kellin said, his voice stronger now. Vic smiled. "i love you too, Kells," he replied, his hand tilting Kellin's chin up to look at him. "do you...wanna stay the night with me?" Kellin asked, his voice small once again. Vic nodded, smiling. "id like that."
the two vocalists curled up together on the hotel bed, Kellin's head on Vic's chest. Vic's arms were wrapped around Kellin, holding him closely, tightly--like if he let go, Kellin would vanish. Kellin breathed in Vic's scent. he smelled of fresh blood and summer nights. tangled together, they fell asleep. Kellin hadnt planned at sharing the bed, but with Vic, he didnt mind.
hi okay this is a day late (as always) but I wrote a kid fic in honor of Father’s Day!!
not much in the way of warnings. some mentions of alcohol use and a bit of general angst/sad stuff in the backstory, but I promise you there isn’t that much and the rest of it is mostly fluff
i got this particular idea from a post that listed single parent AUs and one of them was this one: “you’ve been sleeping at mine because your house is being renovated and we aren’t even dating, yet every time you wake up to the baby crying and sigh, ‘i’ll go’ i feel like we might as well be married”
so this fic is basically that, plus a bonus of this one: “you crouched down to coo at my baby but i forgot to tell you their favorite thing to do is to play with people’s hair and now they won’t let go of you”
so yeah here you go!!
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“Hey, Kells, I’ve got a big favor to ask of you.”
Kellin automatically raises one eyebrow skeptically, even though Vic won’t be able to see it over the phone. “And what would that be?”
Vic takes a deep breath before answering all in a rush: “So my house is being renovated, right, starting next week, and obviously it’s gonna be a really big project, and they said that if I’m lucky it’ll only take, like, a month, but it’s more realistic to think that it could be anywhere from two to six months, and I don’t really have anywhere else to go during that time and you’re my friend and I know you’ve got your kid and everything to deal with, but could I possibly maybe stay with you while the renovation’s going on? You don’t have to answer right now, you can think about it for a couple days, but...yeah.”
Kellin hesitates, running the circumstances over in his head. On the one hand, he’s got a baby to deal with. On the other, well, he’s got a baby to deal with. So, yes, it might be inconvenient to have Vic staying with him, but if Vic has any experience with parenting (and even if he doesn’t), then it might also be helpful.
“If you really don’t have anywhere else to go,” he says slowly, though deep down he knows he’s going to say “yes.”
“Yeah, you’re pretty much my only option,” Vic replies. “With anyone else, they either live super far away or it’d just be really inconvenient. I mean, it’d be really inconvenient anyway no matter who I stay with, but I was hoping I’d be able to find someone so I didn’t have to pay for a rental or a hotel or something—”
“No, I totally understand,” Kellin interrupts. “Don’t worry, dude, you can stay. But I hope you know that now you’re going to be Tyson’s temporary second dad. Congratulations.”
“Holy shit, thank you,” Vic says. “Wait, what?”
—
That’s how Vic Fuentes comes to be living with Kellin—temporarily, obviously. Kellin’s place is nice but kind of small, an apartment with only two bedrooms: Kellin’s and the nursery for his eight-month-old son, Tyson. There’s a decent-sized living room, a dining room area sort of connected to it, and a kitchen right behind the dining room, with the bathroom down the hall with the bedrooms. Kellin tells Vic that he can sleep wherever—on the couch, on the floor somewhere, in the bathtub; he really doesn’t care.
He has to admit, having another human being in his company (one his own age, at least) kind of excites him in a weird way. He has friends, of course, but he knows he hasn’t been the best at keeping in contact with people these past few months, putting everything he has into taking care of his son. Really, the only person he actively talks to other than Vic is Tyson’s babysitter, Lynn, who has been encouraging him to branch out a bit more. He’s not quite sure yet, though.
Kellin met Vic a few years ago, when they were roommates in college. Kellin tries not to think too much about what they did back then because it’s all over now—it was over the moment Kellin met his wife, Ellie—but now that Ellie is gone and they’re living together again, it all feels sort of familiar (minus the kid). He can’t help but wonder if Vic is remembering any of that, too, but there’s no way in hell that he’s going to ask.
Vic doesn’t seem to know what to do around Tyson, who mostly just clings to Kellin and cries whenever he walks more than three feet away from him. Now Kellin is in the kitchen getting baby food while Vic awkwardly tries to shush Tyson, who is sitting in his high chair next to the dining room table. “Why does he do that?” he calls over the noise.
“I don’t think I socialize him as much as I should,” Kellin calls back, sighing in frustration. “The only people he sees on a regular basis are me and Lynn, and if neither of us are around, he loses it.”
“Huh,” Vic says, leaning down and looking at Tyson, who has calmed down slightly at the sight of Vic. “Hey, it’s okay, Tyson! Daddy’ll be right back!”
Tyson momentarily stops crying and reaches out, clamping his tiny fingers around Vic’s long hair and pulling roughly. “Ow!” Vic yelps. Tyson just pulls harder, now giggling a little bit.
“Shit,” Kellin mutters, rushing back over to the dining room with the baby food containers in his hands. “I forgot to tell you—his favorite thing to do now is pull on people’s hair.”
“I see,” Vic replies through gritted teeth.
Kellin sets the containers down and hurriedly scolds Tyson, working to get him to release Vic from his death grip. “Sorry,” Kellin says when Vic is finally free and fixing his hair like it’s the most precious thing in the universe. Kellin really shouldn’t laugh, but he can’t help it.
“Hey,” Vic says indignantly, flipping him off. “You’d be doing the same thing, asshole. Don’t you have a baby to feed?”
Tyson makes a few noises of agreement, though he can’t understand a word of what Vic’s saying. Kellin rolls his eyes and turns back to his son. “Yeah, yeah, I’m getting there. Calm down.” He waves his hand at Vic. “You can go do something else now if you want. You don’t have to, like, supervise us.”
“I kind of want to,” Vic says slowly, shrugging. “I don’t know. It’s cute. I like kids.”
“Good, ‘cause you’ll be living with one for the next few months,” Kellin says as he opens up the first container of baby food and starts to feed Tyson. “So you’d better get used to it.”
—
The first night that Vic stays over, Kellin wakes up at around two in the morning to the baby crying. This isn’t anything new, but perhaps he should have warned Vic. Then again, Vic should’ve known that this would happen when he decided to sleep in a place with an eight-month-old.
After a few short moments of savoring his bed, Kellin pulls himself to his feet and heads across the hall to the nursery, rubbing his eyes before he picks Tyson up out of his crib. Holding him close, Kellin gently pats his back, slightly rocking back and forth and shushing him softly. “Shh, it’s okay, Daddy’s here, shh...”
A few seconds later, Kellin hears footsteps, and then Vic sort of stumbles into the room—he must’ve heard Tyson from where he was sleeping out on the couch. “Sorry,” Kellin whispers. “He’s a baby. He cries a lot.”
“I can take care of it,” Vic says, surprising Kellin. “You’ve got work tomorrow.”
Kellin shakes his head. “No, don’t worry about it. I’ve got it.” In reality, it’d be nice to have some help from Vic, but at the same time, he doesn’t want Vic to have to do anything. It’s a struggle between being hospitable and being honest. “You’ve got work tomorrow, too.”
“Yeah, but I know you stayed up later than I did,” Vic points out. “Here. I can take care of him, I swear.”
Extremely reluctantly, Kellin hands Tyson over to Vic, who immediately starts mimicking Kellin’s soothing movements. It’s a strange sight to see, Vic being domestic and caring, holding a child in his arms like he’s done it a thousand times. Tyson, surprisingly, does not grab onto Vic’s hair this time, instead slowing his crying and almost seeming to relax against Vic, who just smiles fondly. Kellin’s never seen this affectionate side of him before.
Okay, that’s a lie. Technically he has. But that was back in college, and it doesn’t matter, and maybe Vic’s right and he really does need to get some sleep.
“I—thank you,” Kellin says. He feels like it’s not enough.
“Anytime,” Vic replies casually, only taking his eyes off of Tyson for a few seconds. “Now go get some sleep.”
—
The next morning, Vic happens to answer the door when Lynn comes over about fifteen minutes before Kellin is supposed to leave for work. They’ve never officially met until now, and at the sight of Vic, who still looks like he just woke up, Lynn says, “Wait, are you living here?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Vic says slowly. “I’m—”
“Holy shit, Kells, you never told me you had a boyfriend!” Lynn calls, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
Kellin glances over his shoulder as he’s feeding Tyson. “What boyfriend?” he says, his face heating up at the assumption. “That’s just Vic! Y’know, from college?”
“Oh, yeah, you’ve told me about him!” Lynn says. “I always knew you two had a thing.”
Oh, we had a thing, alright, Kellin thinks, before mentally slapping himself. Out loud, he says, “We don’t. We’re not dating. His house is being renovated, so he asked if he could stay here.”
“Oh,” Lynn says. “That’s a lot less exciting.”
“Sorry,” Kellin says, getting one last bite of food into Tyson’s mouth. “I still only have two friends. No secret boyfriends.”
“Boo,” Lynn says. “You’d better savor today, Kell. We both know that I’m so much better than any daycare.”
“What?” Vic asks, raising an eyebrow in mild confusion at the direction that the conversation has taken.
“Oh,” Lynn says. “I can’t babysit for him full-time, so I only do it on certain days, and today’s one of ‘em. The rest of the time, Kellin usually takes Tyson to a daycare. But I’m better.”
At that moment, Tyson, as if only just now noticing Lynn, makes a sound of joy and reaches out in her direction. Lynn waves and coos at him, and Vic just sort of stands back, letting her and Kellin do their thing.
Kellin doesn’t really notice that he’s sort of ignoring Vic until he’s walking out the door--Vic’s work doesn’t start for another hour, so until then, he’ll be staying with Tyson and Lynn (who complains that she could have slept longer and announces that now she’ll start coming an hour later). As he’s calling out “goodbye,” he realizes that that’s one of the only words he’s said to Vic all morning. He’s not doing it intentionally, really, but there’s something different about this whole situation, one that makes him feel the need to set boundaries. The boyfriend comment did sort of make him uncomfortable, even though he knows Lynn didn’t mean any harm, and now it’s almost as if he wants to make sure Vic doesn’t get any ideas. Not that he would; they’ve remained good friends with no drama ever since they graduated. He just hopes Vic won’t think that this is college all over again, because it’s not. And it never will be.
—
The following week, Vic goes out one evening alone for no particular reason other than just because he wants to. Kellin doesn’t blame him, really, for needing to get out; this apartment is small and generally hectic, despite only housing three people. He does manage to put Tyson to bed and even fall asleep himself before Vic gets back, though, but what he doesn’t expect is what Vic does when he returns.
It must be somewhere around one in the morning—12:30, at the very earliest—when Kellin hears the door open and close, leaving him half-awake because he’s such a light sleeper. Then he hears Vic lightly kicking his shoes off, followed by his footsteps, which are slightly uneven, and the weird thing is that they sound like they’re coming closer. Kellin lifts his head up and blinks his eyes open, catching a glimpse of Vic’s silhouette as he tiredly stumbles over to the bed. Kellin doesn’t even have any time to react before Vic just sort of falls into the bed, sighing and burying his face into a spare pillow that Kellin doesn’t normally use.
“Um,” Kellin says quietly. “Vic...?”
Vic turns his head to look at Kellin with hazy eyes, smelling vaguely of alcohol. “Go back to sleep, Kells,” he whispers.
Half of Kellin wants to freak out—because holy shit, Vic’s sort of drunk and in his bed and he’s looking at Kellin like they’re something more than friends, which they’re not—but the other half of him actually sort of likes the way Vic’s treating him. Which is a terrifying thought. Kellin should be uncomfortable, not comforted.
“Um...okay,” he finds himself saying, though there’s still a large part of him that wants to push Vic away and tell him to go sleep out on the couch like he’s supposed to.
Vic sighs in contentment and closes his eyes, reaching forward and lazily wrapping his arm around Kellin’s waist. It’s the weirdest thing, because Kellin wants to pull away, but he also doesn’t. So, well, he doesn’t. He falls asleep to Vic’s breathing the same way he used to fall asleep to Ellie’s...and the same way that he used to fall asleep to Vic’s breathing before Ellie, back when they were younger and more reckless. It shouldn’t feel warm and familiar, but it does.
Tyson doesn’t cry that night.
—
When Kellin wakes up the next morning, he finds his body still pressed up against Vic’s, and for those first few seconds, it almost seems natural. Then Kellin remembers that he’s been sleeping alone for the past eight months, since Tyson was born, and that he’s not used to having someone else in his bed. Yet here Vic is, like it’s no big deal, like it doesn’t mean anything.
Vic sleeps for a few more minutes before eventually fidgeting, making a few sleepy noises. After a couple more moments, his eyes flutter open, his gaze falling on Kellin as realization crosses his features. “Oh,” he says, flustered. “I—Kells, I’m so sorry, I drank a little bit last night and I—God, I—”
“It’s fine,” Kellin interrupts.
Vic bites his lip and just sort of stares at Kellin, lightly pulling him closer by his waist. “This is okay?” he asks.
Kellin nods slowly. “Yeah,” he says softly, and right now, it’s the truth. “This is okay.”
Vic nods, too. “Good,” he says, “because that couch is kind of uncomfortable to sleep on, I’m not gonna lie.”
Surprisingly, things are less weird that day than Kellin thought they would be. He thought it would be full of awkward staring and too much silence, but instead, everything seems to go the same way it’s been going since Vic moved in. Tyson still pulls Vic’s hair most of the time, Vic still can’t cook to save his life, and Kellin still thinks of him and Vic as friends, nothing else. Everything is as it should be.
That night, however, Kellin is unexpectedly greeted by the sight of Vic in his bed (though Vic was charitable and left Kellin enough room to sleep comfortably instead of just taking up the entire space). “Um,” Kellin says, because he’s not quite sure how to react.
Vic rubs his eyes and glances up at him. “Yes?”
“Why are you...?”
He shrugs. “Like I said. That couch is uncomfortable and your bed is really fucking nice. You did say this was okay, right? Or was I just imagining it?”
“I did,” Kellin agrees. “I just...I guess I didn’t know what to expect. You don’t have, like, a sleeping bag or anything?” Yeah, okay, that was probably rude. He’s not trying to kick Vic out of his bed. He’s just trying to figure out why Vic would want to sleep in his bed in the first place. He’ll admit that it probably is a lot more comfortable than anywhere else.
Vic makes a noncommittal noise, rolling over. “Here’s a wild idea: I can sleep in this bed without planning on having sex with you.”
Kellin makes a similarly noncommittal noise in response, though this one is more out of surprise at Vic’s bluntness. “Okay, true,” he replies, climbing into the bed after a short moment of hesitation. It really is nice, sleeping with his body pressed up against Vic’s, but he’s never going to say that out loud.
The routine starts up again at about two in the morning, which seems to be Tyson’s prime time for crying. Kellin and Vic are both awoken by it, exchanging looks in the darkness. Kellin’s just about to get up and head over to the nursery when Vic sighs, “I’ll go.”
Kellin doesn’t even get a chance to respond before Vic climbs out of the bed and starts making his way over. “Wait, but—you don’t have to—he’s not even your kid,” Kellin stutters. Vic simply waves a hand at him and walks out the door. A couple of minutes later, the baby stops crying.
This starts another routine, one that Kellin in no way anticipated when he said Vic could live with him: a routine of Kellin and Vic sleeping in the same bed, of waking up most nights to Tyson’s crying like usual, of Vic being the one to calm Tyson down almost every single time. They’re not even dating, but at this point, he’s starting to think that they might as well just get married with the way that they’re acting.
—
Okay, so maybe this whole thing is starting to bring back a few old feelings.
It’s been a few weeks now, and Kellin might just be imagining it, but he sort of feels like there’s a bit of unresolved tension between him and Vic. In between all the joking and teasing and talking, Kellin thinks he hears a hint of the flirting tone that Vic used to use on him in college. Hiding in the spaces between Vic’s words when he says that sleeping together doesn’t have to mean anything, Kellin wonders if maybe Vic wants it to mean something. Hidden underneath the surface of Vic’s sarcastic statement, “I might as well just be your boyfriend,” Kellin thinks he senses something other than sarcasm. He’s not the best at reading people, but he knows Vic, and that is somehow both comforting and terrifying.
The worst part of it all is that if Vic really does still have feelings for him, then it might not be completely one-sided. Kellin doesn’t want to think about it or admit it, but he can’t escape the fact that Vic captures his attention in a way no one else has, not even Ellie. He loved Ellie—of course he did; a year ago he’d been planning on spending the rest of his life with her—but he’s learning to move on from her. That’s what he’s been doing for the past eight months, throwing himself into raising their child so that he won’t let her down, so that he’ll make sure Tyson is the best he can possibly be. It doesn’t change the fact that Tyson will grow up never knowing his mother, because his mother died giving birth to him.
The fact of the matter is that Kellin’s not sure if he’s ready to take this step with Vic, even though, technically, they’ve done it before. As much as he wishes it weren’t true, he’s afraid. He’s afraid that he’ll lose someone again.
It feels weird, feeling these things for Vic all over again. They’re not new; Kellin already knows Vic’s deepest secrets and biggest fears, and he already knows what Vic’s lips feel like on his. As much as he wishes he could just refer to that stage of his life as his “gay phase,” he’s starting to realize that there was no “phase” about it. If anything, the word “bisexual” is beginning to sound pretty good to him, but that’s a different issue, and he’ll worry about it later. He’s got plenty of time to figure himself out. Right now, his main focus is Vic.
He’s not really sure what to do, whether to make a move or wait for Vic, whether to drop hints or pretend like nothing has changed. He’s still unsure of whether or not he even wants to think of Vic that way. Everything’s really just kind of confusing right now.
About a month and a half passes in this fashion, with Vic having to deal with the progress of his house renovation along with everything else. Kellin has grown used to living with Vic and, yes, even the sleeping part, and he’s not sure how he’ll be able to readjust once Vic’s house is finished. He’s pretty sure Tyson won’t be too pleased at first, either, considering that Vic almost has become like a second dad to him. Obviously this won’t last very long, but Kellin has picked up on Vic’s connection to the child by now. Vic might miss living with Tyson even more than Tyson will miss Vic, even though it’s not like they’ll never see each other again. It’s as if Vic is just sort of becoming a part of the family.
“So Father’s Day is coming up,” Vic casually says to Kellin one night as they’re lying in bed with the lights off. It’s around mid-June by now, and, well, Vic’s right: Father’s Day is next weekend. Kellin bites his lip, thinking about the fact that last month, he celebrated Mother’s Day with his mom but couldn’t celebrate with Ellie. She may be gone, but she’s still a mother. And Kellin may have moved on from her, may have finally stopped dwelling on the past, but that doesn’t mean he’s not allowed to be upset about it every once in a while. Father’s Day hurts, too, because it’s just a reminder that his father was never around, that he has to be better than that for Tyson.
“Yeah?” Kellin says, a bit snappier than he intended. “So?”
Vic shrugs. “Well, you’re a father. I was just thinking that we could do something, y’know, to celebrate.”
“‘We?’” Kellin repeats. “Won’t you be celebrating with your dad?”
“Lives too far away,” Vic replies. “I’ll call him, send him a card, but that’s pretty much it. I just thought that maybe you wanted to do something.”
“We don’t really have to do anything,” Kellin says dismissively, rolling over on his side to look at Vic. “I don’t care.”
“Hmm,” Vic says thoughtfully, staring at him for a long moment. “I know,” he says finally. “I know you don’t really like Father’s Day. I know things have been hard for you lately. But I’m here for you, alright?”
Kellin just nods, lost in a daze as he remembers a night in college that changed both of them forever. He remembers the argument clearly—he’d just recently broken up with Vic because he couldn’t deal with the direction their relationship was going. He was in denial, basically, and they both knew it was becoming something more serious rather than just an experiment or fling. So he broke it off, and Vic was completely beside himself at first. Just as they were starting to get over their fallout, though, Kellin met Ellie, and Vic’s jealousy was vile. This particular night was the night that Kellin confronted Vic about it and told him he had no right to be jealous since they weren’t dating anymore, and it was probably the worst argument Kellin’s ever been involved in. Vic told Kellin that he’d never be there for him ever again, that he didn’t give a fuck what happened to him.
Kellin went out and got drunk that night, way too drunk for his own good. And, lo and behold, Vic was the one who chased after him, picked him up, and took him back to their dorm. That was the moment that he realized he couldn’t ever let Vic go, whether it be as a lover or a friend.
“Thank you,” Kellin whispers as all those renewed emotions rush through him like a waterfall.
Vic stares at him for the longest time, an odd sort of look in his eyes. “Anytime,” he says softly. Then he leans in and presses his lips against Kellin’s.
It’s not wild and reckless at first, the way their kisses usually were in their college days. Instead, it’s gentle and familiar and comforting, almost like coming home after being away for a long time. That’s what it feels like.
Vic pulls away after a few moments, looking mildly shocked, as if he’s surprised at himself for doing what he just did. “I’m sorry,” he breathes. “Shit, I’m so sorry, Kells, I—”
“Do it again,” Kellin interrupts, nodding reassuringly.
Now the surprise is directed at him, but it doesn’t last long, because then Vic gives in and does as Kellin says, kissing him again, longer and more passionate. This time, though, Kellin is the one to pull away. “Wait,” he says nervously, a million thoughts bombarding him at once. “What is this, Vic? What are we? Because I want us to be what we were back in college, but better. But I’m scared.”
Vic nods slowly. “It’s okay to be scared,” he says calmly, and this is perhaps one of Kellin’s favorite things about him: he recognizes people’s feelings instead of invalidating them. “This is a scary thing, especially with what you’ve gone through. I’ll tell you, though, that I want us to be what we were back then, too. I thought I was over you, but now I’m starting to realize that I’m not. If you and I have the same idea, then...well, I’d encourage you to take a risk, regardless of how it’ll all turn out.”
Kellin just stares at him, taking his words in and considering them. “I don’t know if I want to put a label to what we have just yet,” he says after a long pause. “I kind of just want to, like, try it out, take it slow, get my feet wet first before diving in. See if I’m ready for all of this.”
“Okay,” Vic replies, wrapping an arm around Kellin’s waist. “We can do that, then.”
They only get about ten seconds of peace and quiet before the baby starts crying. They both laugh a little, and then Vic climbs out of bed to do his duty. Kellin thinks he’s going to try to find a way to repay him.
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The next week is somehow more peaceful, feeling simultaneously like both an ending and a beginning. On the one hand, it feels sort of like the ending of a story where everything works out in the end, because of how satisfactory it is. On the other hand, it feels like the very beginning of something, uncertain in the best of ways. Kellin likes it much better than the feeling of something being unresolved. They might not have put a name to the nature of their relationship, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there, because it is. It’s there, and it’s scary, and it’s exciting, and it’s freeing.
On Father’s Day, Vic takes Kellin out (with Tyson) to a fairly nice restaurant. The day turns out to be a lot nicer than most other Father’s Days that he’s celebrated, mostly because this time it’s about him and not his absent father. It’s about him raising this child and always being there for it. And in a weird sort of way, Kellin likes to think that it’s about Vic, too, even though Vic technically isn’t a father. He treats Tyson the same sort of way.
“You’d be a great dad,” he says casually as Vic is helping to feed Tyson his baby food.
Vic raises an eyebrow. “What are you implying, Kell? Are we suddenly getting married?” he teases. “Not that I wouldn’t be down for it, of course, but isn’t it a little soon?”
Kellin reaches across the table and smacks him lightly. “Shut up,” he says, his face heating up. “I just mean that I really wasn’t lying when I said you’d be like Tyson’s second dad. Damn it, I’m gonna miss you when you move out.”
“Maybe I won’t move out,” Vic says. “Or maybe you’ll move in. Who knows? Not me. But thank you. I think the dad thing was a compliment.”
“It was.”
“Great. Then happy Father’s Day. Cheers to keeping this tiny human alive for almost an entire year.” Vic clinks his drink with Kellin’s. “Can’t believe it. You’re actually not terrible at this whole parenting thing.”
Kellin rolls his eyes affectionately. “Happy Father’s Day to you, too, you nerd.”
At this moment, Tyson decides that pulling on Vic’s hair is much more important than eating. “Oh my God, ow,” Vic hisses, gritting his teeth.
Kellin can’t help but laugh. “I think you deserved that one.”
Vic sticks his tongue out at him. “Whatever. Now get over here and help me.”
A new chaptered Kellic fic I'm starting, not sure how long it'll be yet. Enjoy :)
Chapter 1
Kellin's POV:
The harsh winter wind whipped my pale face, my only protection being a thin, worn out blanket. My stomach grumbled, begging me for food while I started to turn an unhealthy shade of blue.
Just like every winter I've spent on the streets, this one will be a long and painful journey. My only hope for this year is Austin; the tall man who often brings me food, except I haven't seen him for a while now. Two weeks, maybe? I don't know, you lose track of time on the streets. The last sandwich he gave me is long gone, although I had rationed it over a few days, I haven't eaten since then.
It's moments like these that I think back to a few years ago; sat at home in front of a crackling fire with my parents, sharing jokes and watching old movies. I miss those times, and I miss my parents greatly. The Kellin back then was not me though, that was 'straight' Kellin. Gay Kellin, the real me, was kicked out as soon as my parents found out. I don't hate my parents, like you'd expect, I just hate what they did. They're too devoted to God to be able to have a gay son, it's simply not acceptable, of course.
I looked across the road, and saw a fairly busy corner shop. You have to do this, Kellin. Shakily, I stood up and brushed off the odd piece of dirt that attached itself to my jeans and sighed heavily. I hate doing this, but I have to. I have no choice.
The shop bell rang as I walked in, alerting the shop keeper that I had entered. Warmth enveloped me and I let out a content sigh, I would kill just to have heating for a day, people don’t realise how lucky they are. Or maybe it’s just me that’s unlucky. Trying to look as casual as possible, I strolled down an aisle and gazed at all the delicious looking food. Sure, it may not look all that great to someone who has three meals a day, but to a starved twenty year old like myself, it was like heaven. I had to think logically, I need food that doesn't need heating or prepared, but could also last me a while.
I stared longingly at the crisps, I missed them. I would try to get some but the packet is far too loud to sneak into my pocket, so I carried on browsing through the shop. I came across beans, making sure I got the tins that you could open without a device, I slowly sunk two cans into my pockets. Beans may not be an ideal meal, but it isn’t noisy and I don’t really mind them cold to be honest. Feeling a little greedy, I also got a packet of bread buns, since they’re flatter than a loaf of bread.
“Hey!” I heard a shop assistant yell just as I was covering the pack with my jacket, my body jerked into action and I sprinted from the shop. Well, I say sprinted, but for a guy who hasn’t eaten for two weeks and has aching joints, it was more like a jog to everyone else.
I must have gotten half way down the street before I felt a rough yank on the back of my jacket. This isn’t the first time I’ve been caught, but since stealing a tin of beans isn’t exactly the most lethal crime, I’ve just spent a night in a cell.
“Nice try, kid. You’re not getting out of this one.” The shop assistant snarled at me, removing the bread and beans from my possession. As I remembered my previous nights in cells, I realised that they’ve been the best nights I’ve had for about two years. I’m not sure why I haven’t noticed before, but I think getting arrested wouldn’t be so bad after all.
When the police car rolled around the corner I was being a nice obedient ‘criminal’ and obliged to get into the car peacefully. However just as I was about to step in, I threw a punch at the police officer, and kicked said man in the shin. It was an extremely weak attack that hardly did any damage, but I didn’t actually want to hurt the poor man so it was okay. Assaulting a police officer gives you time, right?
“Just get in the car,” He growled, pushing my head down to help me into the vehicle as he retorted the Miranda rights. The ride to the station wasn’t too long, only about ten minutes, and the car soon came to a stop. The police man roughly grabbed me, not wanting another vicious attack and led me into the warm station.
Since I was caught stealing, I had to be searched to see if there were any other illegally owned items on me. All they found was an old iPod, bought for me by my mother on my seventeenth birthday, and surprisingly still worked.
“Did you pay for this? If you lie to us, we can track the serial number and see who purchased it, if it was purchased.” I thought for a minute, contemplating whether to tell them the truth or not. This could decide how long I spent in a cell, so I decided to lie.
“I stole it from a woman on the street.” I told them quietly, looking at my shoes while I did so. I heard them sigh, before taking me through to another room. I looked around for a while, the room was quite plain; plain walls, plain furniture.
“State your name, age and address please, sir.” A shorter man asked me, after clearing his throat to gain my attention.
“Kellin Quinn, 20, I have no address.” I replied in a bored tone, I have been through this a couple of times already. Quinn wasn’t my real surname, so it didn’t surprise me when the man told me that I wasn’t in the system. “Bostwick.”
“I’m sorry, what?” He replied, furrowing his brows.
“Bostwick, originally my surname.” I clarified to him. I called myself Quinn because I no longer wanted to share the same last name as my parents. There was no real meaning behind the choice of ‘Quinn’ I just liked the ring it had to it.
“Ah yes, here you are, this isn’t the first time you’ve been convicted either.” The man muttered, disappointment clear in his voice.
I shrugged in response, and a female officer took me to a cell where I’d be spending the night, I knew the drill. “This is it, Mr Bostwick. You’ll be here until we’ve spoken to the shop assistant and police officer you assaulted, it’s up to them to press charges.” She smiled at me, she seemed nice so I thanked her politely as she walked back to wherever she came from.
I laid down on the bed, it was the comfiest thing I had laid on in months. I guess my time here won’t be so bad.
Anon Request: Vic and kellin are meeting for the first time after months of talking online and skype and lots of fluff :)
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Vic's POV
Today is the day I've been counting down to for months. I'm finally meeting the perfect boy that I've been messaging and video calling since summer, Kellin Quinn.
I'm currently waiting anxiously in San Diego airport for my 4 am flight to Michigan. Kellin's sister, Kailey, has been in touch with me and helped organise this trip for me, Kellin has no idea. It's the 22nd of April, meaning in two days it will be Kellin's 19th birthday, so I'm hopping on a 6 hour flight and surprising him. Kailey has told him that their grandparents are flying out to visit them, but coincidentally she's busy so Kellin has to pick them up.
"Can all passengers boarding the EK022 flight to Michigan please make their way to gate 7."
I didn't need telling twice, I shot up from the hard metal chair and practically sprinted towards gate 7. I received a few stares, probably due to the amount of energy I have at 3 am whereas everyone else looks as if they're trying to force themselves to stay awake.
I checked my phone for the millionth time in the last hour, and smiled to myself as I saw my favorite picture of my favorite person smiling back at me. I should probably change my lock screen in case it kinda creeps him out. Oh well
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"We will shortly be arriving in Michigan, current temperature 62 degrees Fahrenheit, local time 1 pm. Enjoy your stay."
Fuckfuckfuckfuck. No, I'm not ready. I quickly ran into the toilets, I have to look perfect for him.
I'm wearing the black skinny jeans he said made my ass look good when I stood up whilst video calling him a few weeks back, and a big loose vest top because it shows off my toned arms.
Right, hat on or off? He's said how much he loves this hat, but he also said that my side fringe looks cute. I straightened my hair this morning, luckily, since that's another thing he said he loved. Okay, hat off.
Am I over-thinking this? No. First impressions, right?
A knock on the door startled me, almost making me trip over the toilet in the cramped cubicle.
"Sir, you need to return to your seat now please. We will be landing in ten minutes." The way too cheery air hostess asked me.
As I sat back down, I started hyperventilating. What if he's not there? He might of called his grandparents to check that their flight is on time, then realized that they're not coming and so he doesn't turn up at the airport. Oh god, what if he has done that?!
Calm down Vic, calm down. Just call Kailey as soon as you land to check if everything's going to plan. Okay. Okay, I can do this.
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According to Kailey, everything is good so far, and Kellin is already waiting for his 'grandparents' at the airport. I waited for about 45 minutes for my suitcase to turn up, mine's always last, and now I'm walking towards the exit of the airport where Kellin will be waiting for me.
Among the mass of people, I saw those piercing blue eyes looking around with boredom. I don't know how long I was stood there staring at him for, but those beautiful blue orbs finally met my brown ones. His face held a mixture of emotions; shock, confusion, but also happiness.
The stunning pale boy ran up to me and engulfed me in a tight embrace. "Holy shit. Vic?" He asked, still mildly confused.
"Yeah, it's me," I grinned at him, "Happy Birthday, baby."
Kellin held my face in his hands, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I placed both hands on his hips, pulling him closer to my body. We both leaned forward as our lips collided in a passionate kiss, not caring about our surroundings.
When the need for air overcame us, we reluctantly pulled away. I noticed a tear falling from his mesmerizing eyes, which I pushed away with the pad of my thumb.
"Happy tears." He assured me. I couldn't take my eyes off him, is this really happening?
"Sorry if you were expecting your grandparents." I joked, placing another kiss on those soft, irresistible lips.
"Oh don't worry, this is so much better. I can't believe you didn't tell me, you little shit." His laugh was angelic, I could listen to him laughing all day. "Hey, you're wearing those jeans I said make your ass look good." He stated, which I replied with a wink.
This day couldn't have gone any better, and I wouldn't change it for the world. I am so in love with that boy.
