tags and warnings: fluff, mentions of death obv but no specifics, vic is kinda mischievous but super sweet
notes: lmk if y’all want a pt 2 to this… i think this concept is very cutie and i had fun thinking about it
⋆˚࿔ you first notice something’s up with your new apartment maybe a couple months after moving in. you come home from a nightmarish shift, soaked to the bone after getting caught in the rain on the one day you forgot your umbrella at home.
⋆˚࿔ you take a very lengthy, hot shower, only stepping out when the exhaustion overtakes the comfort of the water running down your body; when you throw your hair in a towel and look in the mirror, there’s the shape of a heart drawn in the foggy reflection.
⋆˚࿔ you shrug it off, explaining it away as something a friend left for you. your place was usually the crash spot after a night out with your group, it’d make sense for one of the girls to leave a cute doodle after cleaning up.
⋆˚࿔ but you started to notice little things; a freezing draft in the middle of june, cabinets left open when you swore you’d closed them, your belongings seeming to move around on their own.
⋆˚࿔ and then, you started to see him - out of the corner of your eye, fleeting glances that could’ve been nothing, and you often convinced yourself that it was nothing, that you must’ve been hallucinating.
⋆˚࿔ but the feeling that you weren’t alone became harder and harder to shake… you woke up gasping for air more times than you could count, unsure if the cold fingertips tracing shapes into your skin were a dream or something you’d just barely missed.
⋆˚࿔ you’re doing some much-needed self care one night in the fall, smoothing vanilla and tuberose scented lotion onto your legs while the wind shepherded the branches outside against your window. you’d gotten used to the feeling of eyes on you, as uncomfortable as it was. it was stronger now, like you knew someone was in the next room over but not exactly who it was.
⋆˚࿔ and then he says hello. you scream, naturally, scrambling to get as far away as possible from the man in your doorway. he looked embarrassed, raising his hands in front of him like he didn’t mean to scare you - and he didn’t! he shushes you, stepping back to give you some space. you only notice he’s not even fully opaque when his elbow accidentally passes through the door frame.
⋆˚࿔ vic introduces himself quietly, explaining that he’d lived in your unit before he passed. he says he doesn’t remember what happened to him, but the words come out clumsy and awkward, like he didn’t quite practice that part of his speech.
⋆˚࿔ after the initial scare of your first meeting, he starts to show up more and more. you still jump the first few times you turn a corner and he’s just standing in the room, waving at you with a little smile and a “what’re you doing?”
⋆˚࿔ he’s off-putting, sure, even if you ignore the revelation that ghosts are, in fact, real. he seems to enjoy watching you, which you figure makes sense considering that’s all he did for the first few months after you’d moved in. you can’t be too mad at it, though - he must’ve been the reason your rent was so cheap.
⋆˚࿔ you started to enjoy his company though, finding yourself smiling at the little things he’d do to make your life easier. he seemed to only be able to interact with things physically for brief moments, but he used the opportunities he did have to do things like switch your laundry over, start your coffee before you woke up, or run you a bath when it seemed like you’d had a rough day. you made it a point to thank him out loud, even when he wasn’t around.
⋆˚࿔ vic was sweet. it was a little embarrassing to admit, but you found yourself blushing at the little things he’d do for you. there was no doubt it was flirting; he once swapped the pajamas you’d laid out while you were showering, leaving a t-shirt you’d never seen before and your favorite underwear on the bathroom counter and a warmed towel beside them.
⋆˚࿔ your friends started to tease you about your “secret boyfriend” when you invited them over less often. they complained, trying to drag out information about the mystery man who seemed to be taking up your time. how were you supposed to tell them that on top of him not being your boyfriend, he wasn’t even alive?
⋆˚࿔ vic tells you stories about his life, about his friends and family, and listens intently as you talk about yours. he’s always close to you, never touching; you can feel how cold he is just sitting beside him. you find yourself wanting to reach out, to tell him you’re sorry that he died so young, but something always stops you.
⋆˚࿔ until, eventually, it doesn’t. you’re laying next to each other on your bed, watching the sun paint shapes on your ceiling as the sun set. he’s talking about what he misses most about being alive, how he wishes he could go for a walk or eat a big bowl of hot soup. he turns his head and you do the same, watching each other’s faces for a long moment. the hand at his side twitches, a freezing pinky moving to graze your own. you gasped at the contact, unaware he could even do that; vic grinned, like he didn’t know he could either. “you’re so warm,” he whispered, intertwining his fingers with yours. you stayed like that until you fell asleep, smiling even as you woke up alone. you could still feel him, just like you had before, and you felt at peace knowing he’d always be there.
A/N: wrote this bc i had a dream where i was dating a young vic fuentes and we got into an argument, i stormed off and he approached me after i cooled off, he ended up giving me a small trinket (i don’t remember what it was) and idk he was just too cute and sweet w me 🥹
-Imagine dating young vic fuentes, he’d be the type of boyfriend to be so attentive and bossed with their loves
-Knows all your favorite things even if you don’t say it out loud, he can simply see it in your eyes
-Can’t help but daydream about you when you’re not around
-If you get into an argument he wouldn’t let you shut down for long, though he’d give you space to cool down he wouldn’t ever let you go to sleep angry
-Believes in communicating with one another about your emotions and working things out together
-If you were to have bad habits or self harming tendencies he would do anything and everything to have you stop
-Knows all too well what it’s like to feel alone and like you have nobody to confide in, and refuses to let you go through the same
-Makes many people jealous or cry while listening to the poems and songs he makes about his love for you
-One of his favorite things to do for you is collect little trinkets that he thinks you’ll like
Vic who's obsessed with solely pleasing the reader before himself
leaving this here… lol
truly i do think that vic is probably The eater of all time. like could eat you out forever and he’d be fine with that. very well versed in the ancient tongue + two fingers proverb and will press down on your stomach too 🙂↕️ also mildly obsessed with your thighs and likes when they close around his head & when he can feel your legs shaking… dreamy sigh
hiiiii lady…. idk if you’re still thinking abt vic but i am always. anyway i think he’s a little voyeur freak and lowkey wants to be caught mwah <3
hehe hiiiii lee… srry this took me so long to answer, ur always welcome in my inbox… anyway,
you’re so right about this and he literally wouldn’t admit it to you. and i don’t even think vic is necessarily loud in Volume when you’re fucking but he IS vocal. whining in your ear and shit. panting and groaning and cursing. the works, even. he totally plays it up a little when there’s the possibility of getting caught. and while he’d love to lay you down and take his time with you every time you fuck, it isn’t always possible, so he’s a big fan of quickies. many of which happen to be in precarious places!
so like… he’ll make you ride him on a green room couch, head thrown back against the cushions, a little ‘ah’ escaping his lips every time you sink down onto him. he’s groaning into your hand with his eyes rolled back when you clamp it over his mouth at the sound of footsteps approaching the unlocked door (courtesy of vic himself - he pulled you down onto him and got to work, complaining that getting up to lock the door would take too long). he’d grab your hips and thrust up into you, grinning at the surprised moan you let out and the immediate glare you shot his way.
and when poor unsuspecting jaime walks in, jaw dropping at the sight, vic can’t help but cum on the spot, holding you down by your hips while you try to escape 😇 he’s a freak and i love him your honor
-whenever you and vic talk to others about your love story and how you met it always melts people's hearts, the teen romance and highschool sweethearts story feels like a movie about two soulmates coming together for a lifetime worth of love; it's a story you'll tell to anyone who'll listen and never get tired of re-living in your memories
-on the first day of highschool you and vic ran into each other while trying to find your respective classes, it was love and awkwardness at first sight lol, clumsily apologizing to one another you went on to your first class, somehow it ended up being the same class
-entering the class together you find that the only two seats left are right next to each other at the back of the classroom, it was like fate, as if the universe was pushing you two together; that loud and chaotic morning turned into something straight out of a teen romance flick, you had no choice but to push past the shyness and introduce yourselves
-but, vic beat you to it, he broke the silence and lead the conversation into what ended up being a beautiful but tense friendship; though you two didn't share every class together you had a few, and that was enough to get closer throughout your freshman year
-from walking to class together, saving each other a seat at school assemblies or lunch, you were almost glued at the hip, hanging out after school and studying next to each other only fueled your (and his) feelings of love
-towards the end of freshman year he decided it was time to come clean about his crush towards you, he asked you to meet him after school at a nearby park where he ended up confessing and asking you out on a date; the days of him dreaming about being your boyfriend were over because it had become a reality
-on your first date he brought you a mixtape/cd he'd made for you, full of songs that reminded him of you and other romantic rock and punk songs, he'd made it a couple months after meeting you (when you were still friends) but kept it until he had the courage to ask you out
-after that first date there was a second and a third, in which you two had your first kiss with each other, it was really cute and sweet just like your entire relationship after that; you two would hold hands or link pinkies when walking to school or to class, you'd sit by him while he played guitar to you and sing some of the songs he had written at the time, and everyday you saw him you would find him admiring you from wherever he sat (that never changed)
thinkin about Jaime just getting so caught up in how good your mouth feels, how pretty you look on your knees for him. he doesn’t even notice his hand pushing you down on his cock till he hears you choke. looking down at you all messy and teary eyed, he can’t stop himself from pulling your hair and fucking deeper into your mouth moaning about how good you’re being for him (head pusher jaime is REAL and he’s so hot)
you understand me perfectly bc he is OBSESSED with fucking your throat. will push you alllll the way down and keep a firm hand on the back of your head because he literally can’t get enough of how good it feels. tells you how pretty you look crying for him. loves how messy it gets and loves making you gag even more. if you’ve been particularly bratty he’ll force your head down and slap you if you try to pull back 😛 and he gets sooo vocal, just these guttural moans that make you clench around nothing while you’re drooling all over him 🤤 jaime PLEASE just one chance
