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call-me-rei · 1 year

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Chapter 3: THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND

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This is such a bad idea, Kellin thought to himself. He wasn’t sure why he was thinking this, though. He was just sitting in his Language & Society class listening to his professor give her lecture. What could have possibly triggered this thought?

Maybe it was the fact that he was staring at his phone regretting a text he’d sent.

Are you still coming over?

Yeah, I’ll be there at 4:30

Yes, that could’ve been it. The fact that he had confirmed his meet-up with Vic and now was regretting ever pressing send.

He figured he’d hear his boyfriend out. Maybe they could have a civil conversation and make up from their fight three days ago. Maybe things could go back to how they were before the threats of that night.

Maybe he could finally have a good night’s sleep knowing that he and Vic had resolved their issues.

One could only hope.

But still, there was something in the back of Kellin’s mind that told him to send another text; to get out of it. To avoid Vic at any and all costs. It was as if that part of his brain could see into the future and was trying to keep a terrible event at bay. Unfortunately, Kellin wasn’t too keen on listening to that side of his brain. That side of his brain gave him so much anxiety and he always avoided paying attention to it for fear that he would break down wherever he was and cause a scene.

He probably should’ve listened to that side that day. That side told him to backtrack, or at least text Jack and tell him about his plans. But no, Kellin did none of those things.

When his class ended at 3:50, he gathered his things and went to his car to collect himself before driving to the home he had shared with Vic.

You can do this, he thought to himself as he drove. It’s just talking. You’ll be okay.

He so wanted to believe that, so he repeated that mantra to himself all the way to Vic. By the time he parked his car Kellin was whispering those words to himself rather than saying them in his head. By the time he walked up to the front door those whispers became low mumbles that could be deciphered if you listened closely.

Taking a deep breath and finally silencing the phrases, he knocked on the door that stood between him and Vic.

Kellin wasn’t sure what to expect when the door opened. His mind was still between convincing him that he was fine and screaming at him to turn back. It was as if the two sides were playing tug-of-war with his feelings, and neither side was going to let go. His inner turmoil was so intense that he hardly noticed that Vic was now in front of him with an expression that couldn’t be read.

“Uh, hey,” Kellin muttered when he’d finally snapped out of it. Vic just grunted a response. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah,” was all the older man said. He opened the door a bit wider and stepped inside. Kellin followed suit and closed the door behind him.

Walking into his home after three days away was like coming home after a horrible vacation for Kellin. He wasn’t sure if things would be different, but he knew that he hated being away. He wanted more than anything to relax in his bed next to his boyfriend and forget the terrible experience he went through. Even if his boyfriend was the reason why he went through it.

Kellin followed Vic to the kitchen where the older man got himself a glass of water. He leaned against the kitchen island after he put his glass down and stared without saying a word.

This was Vic’s upper hand. He could be intimidating without saying anything. Just his stare could have someone cowering. It was a trick he picked up long ago. Since he was of a smaller size, he learned how to present himself so he wouldn’t be taken advantage of. Of course, that wouldn’t have had to happen if he got the genes his brother was born with. Damn Mike being over six feet tall.

Kellin cleared his throat to break the silence in the room. “So, what’s this about?” he asked timidly.

The other man crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles making an appearance as he flexed. “Well, since I know you wouldn’t have come over on your own, I thought I’d give you the chance to either make things right or get your shit.”

The sentence was so blunt and to the point that Kellin simply stood there processing all that was said. Vic wasn’t one to beat around the bush, but he was hoping that there would be some sort of pause before he said what he wanted to say. Of course, knowing who Vic was, that was a stupid assumption. One only a naïve fool would make.

A naïve fool like Kellin.

The boy sputtered out intelligible questions to try to grasp what was going on. Vic, who was already running out of patience from the moment he saw his soon-to-be ex-boyfriend standing at the front door, was at his wit’s end.

“Look, I gave you your options. Take one and figure yourself out.”

What? “What?”

Vic rolled his eyes. “You have two options,” he said slowly in a frustrated tone. “You can make this right or you can get your stuff and go back to wherever you’ve been staying these last few days. It’s very simple.”

The nonchalant look on his boyfriend’s face was only countered by the way his biceps flexed and his fingers began digging into his arms in anger. Apart from being a straight-to-the-point person, Vic also had a short temper. He didn’t appreciate it when someone didn’t understand what he was saying or took too long to respond to what he said. Sometimes he felt as if he was plagued with Kellin as his boyfriend because he was the exact kind of person who wore out his patience.

“Why should I be the one to ‘make things right?’” Kellin asked when he finally processed everything and found his voice. A voice that was now laced in anger like his boyfriend’s, albeit not nearly as much. Vic could always beat out Kellin in the anger department.

“Well, you started the fight so-”\

WHAT? “WHAT?”

Vic rolled his eyes. “I’m not gonna repeat myself. Just make a choice and make it quick. I have plans.” Then he left the room, as if he didn’t care what choice Kellin made so long as he was getting his way.

Kellin leaned against the island and put his head in his hands. He was confused as all hell. Here he thought he was coming to work things out and maybe move back in. At the very least he hoped they could talk over dinner and work through their problems. But that was the naivety of Kellin Quinn, the man who always saw the best in everyone, even his jerk of a boyfriend.

So he stood there going through each emotion he was feeling and contemplating his options. He was angry as hell, he felt as if Vic had just thrown him away because he wasn’t useful to him. Or rather, Vic was going to throw him away if he didn’t make himself useful. And Kellin couldn’t bare to let that happen.

You see, Kellin had made his mind up about what he wanted before he entered the house that afternoon. He knew he wanted to come home; he knew he wanted Vic. The ultimatum presented to him was a shock, but he would have accepted any condition if it meant he would be sleeping next to his boyfriend that night.

So Kellin pulled himself together and walked out of the kitchen.

His body felt as if it was moving on its own. His feet led him through the living room to the landing of the stairs. He paused and looked up the staircase that would lead him down the hallway and to the room where this all started.

With a deep breath he took his first step to the bedroom. His mind was on autopilot as he walked down the hall and opened the door to reveal Vic who had just stepped out of the walk-in closet. The sound of the door opening took Vic by surprise; surely Kellin would have left and not considered coming back.

“What are you-” Kellin didn’t give Vic a chance to ask his question. He stepped to his boyfriend with one thing on his mind and acted on that thought.

With a long stride Kellin grabbed Vic’s face and kissed him deeply.

Three days of fear, pain, hurt, and angst passed his lips and entered Vic’s mouth. And he wanted Vic to feel it all.

The paler man tangled his fingers in his boyfriend’s hair with one hand, trailed his fingers down his waist with the other, and bit his bottom lip. And Vic responded the only way he knew how. He gripped Kellin’s hips and pulled him closer roughly. He shoved his tongue into Kellin’s mouth and let the lust of the occasion take over. He took off the other man’s shirt and added hickeys along his neckline that would be visible to anyone within a four-foot radius.

As their tongues danced and hands roamed their feet led them to the edge of the bed. More articles of clothing were abandoned and tossed aside as if one of the two didn’t have plans to leave in a few minutes. That was all forgotten as soon as Kellin pushed Vic onto the bed and started working on his zipper.

The room erupted with sounds of moans, gasps, kisses, and the occasional yell of pleasure. For the next few minutes that was all either of the two could think about. They both ignored the nagging voice in their heads saying that this was a bad idea, that it would just add to the confusion that was their toxic relationship. They forgot about the previous ultimatum and lived in the moment. They would figure all of that out when they weren’t high off the feeling of being wrapped in and around each other.

But they didn’t figure it out. After the two had let out their feelings in a sweaty fuckfest in their once shared bedroom they went for another round in the shower before retiring back to the bed. One of the two fell asleep almost immediately with his boyfriend’s head on his shoulder and finger tracing shapes onto his chest.

The other man was wide awake, pleased with himself knowing that he had successfully “made up” for the fight that had driven him away earlier that week. But he was also conflicted. Had he made the right choice? Was this the best way to go about it? Would it have been better to gather his things and go back to Jack’s place? At least he’d be with a friend he could talk to right now.

But if he went back then that would be an admission of defeat. He would be saying that this relationship wasn’t worth fighting for, and to him it was. Wasn’t it?

Yes, Kellin loved Vic. He loved everything about the man he was cuddled next to. He loved his brown eyes and crooked smile. He loved his calloused hands from playing guitar and his angelic voice when he sang, even if he didn’t sing very often. He loved how Vic’s strong arms wrapped around him as they slept and made him feel so safe throughout the night. Nevermind that those arms threatened him days before. That was in the past now. Now they were in love again.

Yes, the two were in love again. Sex can do that to you; it can make you fall in love with someone in an instant, and this instant was no exception. So Kellin put aside all of his previous doubts and cuddled closer into Vic who reflexively held him tighter.

Yes, they were in love again. All was forgiven and would stay forgiven until the next time one of them fell out of love and the other fell into a pit of depression and desperation. Then the cycle would continue and bring them back here. But they would figure that out when the time came because for now they were in love and that was what mattered.

#Bad Omens - THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND #Love to Hate You #LTHY #Kellin Quinn #Vic Fuentes #Kellic #Kellic fanfiction #Kellic fanfic #Fanfiction #Fanfic #YouTube #Youtube

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sirens-wont-wake-me-up · 1 month

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Chapters: 7/100 Fandom: Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Vic Fuentes/Kellin Quinn Characters: Kellin Quinn, Vic Fuentes, Justin Hills, Noah Sebastian, Mike Fuentes, Jaime Preciado, Tony Perry, Ronnie Radke Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Self-Harm, Eating Disorders, Hospitals, Sex, Child Abuse, Fire Powers, Mind Manipulation, Medication, Manipulation, Abusive Parents, Bullying, Barebacking, Mental Health Issues, medical science is not accurate BUT i tried my best, Alcohol, it was a rpg, around 500k words, im trying to post twice a month bc the chapters are long Summary:

A world where only the few have the ability of magic. Will they be able to hide it from the people around? Will they hide it from each other? Will they help each other to overcome their problems? . . January 31th - November 13th, 2023.

#kellic #kellin quinn #vic fuentes #sws #ptv #sleeping with sirens #pierce the veil #emo #fanfic #ao3

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emo-milk · 1 year

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one thing i absolutely love about writing fanfic is i WILL make those guys say whatever i want.

#reads #kellic #kellin quinn #sws #vic fuentes #ptv #emo #bandom #fanfic

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xxolib4ttxx · 2 years

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another day of missing thekellinunderthevic

when i used to be happy

#pierce the veil #ptv #fanfic #kellic #kellin quinn #vic fuentes

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kdramaramattv · 7 months

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Chapter 2

When I laid in bed, I couldn't help but to see his eyes. Those blue, sinister eyes, staring at me through the darkness. Those eyes were sculpted into my mind, unable to leave. I turned over, trying to forget about it. I looked about the room, my eyes shifting from poster to poster, picture to picture. That was until a dim light shone and a vibration was followed by it. I picked up my phone, seeing that I received a text message. I wanted to ignore it, but it was from my father.

'Did you do your homework?'

'No.' I replied.

'Get up and do it.' I could hear his voice speaking in my head. I sat up and checked the time and it was nearly 2 in the morning.

'But I have school in 7 hours.' I didn't want to do homework, but I knew I had to.

I was exhausted from work and laying tireless in my bed. I closed my eyes to go to sleep, but those eyes were branded into the back of my head. I got up and reached into my backpack, pulling out my books.

'Come downstairs.' I was already up, so I just took my things with me.

I descended down the stairs and went through the hall corridors. I was walking to my father's study, he usually stayed awake, going over records and really just administration work. He made sure my homework and things were finished before he went off to bed. He was one of those parents who didn't like the thought that their kid wasn't smart enough. I guess since I didn't speak to him when I came home, he wasn't sure if I did it or not. I reached the door of his study and was about to knock when he answered.

"Just come on in Ashley." He said.

I pushed the door in and walked in the room. I went to a desk that was already prepared for me. I sat my things down and started working. I completed my homework for my medical classes, all that was left was my communications. I half paid any attention to what I was doing, but I managed to do most of it. It was 4:27am and I wasn't completely finished with it. My father straddled over me, watching to make sure I was working, it was 5:06 when I finally finished. I yawned and picked up my things, following my father from the room. He waited for me to catch up and he put his arm around my shoulder.

"I'm proud of you son." I rolled my eyes.

He's never proud of me, just says that as 'motivation'. I learned that a long time ago that I can never please him. He's always pushed me to do things and they were never good enough for him. In junior high, he always made me go above and beyond. English papers, math work, it all had to be spectacular. None of my grades were ever below a 95, but it still wasn't a 100. In high school, I had to take all AP classes, never making below a 95. Those were college level courses that I passed, while others failed and it still didn't seem to impress him.

When I graduated, it was at the top of my class with a GPA of 3.9. It still wasn't good enough, all I got was a pat on the back. It didn't matter to me, my father never really was the type who would show me any type of affection. The only person I've met who has shown me affection is little Kenadee. From what I know, she's the only one who has.

"Thanks." I smiled half-heartedly at him and shrugged his arm from my shoulders.

It felt weird to have him close to me, so I maneuvered away some. I held my books to my chest and walked the way to my room. He walked along side of me, striding at a steady pace. I saw him from my peripheral vision, looking through his files. I was just about to the stairwell, I needed to get to my room. I needed to get there quick, not only was it awkward walking with my father, but I could feel sleep starting to take over. I climbed the steps, 2 at a time up to my room.

"Ashley." He said, trying to catch my attention. I turned around and looked at him climb the stairs, staring at his files.

"What?" I asked and yawned.

"I had a talk with your teachers today."

I groaned in annoyance. Not only was I going to possibly receive a lecture from my professors tomorrow, but now I was definitely getting one from my father. He trudged up to where I was and sighed, putting the folders down by his side.

"What are you doing son?" He asked.

"I don't know what you mean. Like I told Mrs. Smith, I'm making good grades, that's all that matters." I said in an annoyed tone because I was. I was tired of him saying what I didn't do right and pointing it out.

"No, what matters is how you're getting them. You aren't taking anything are you? Ashley, if you're cheating or taking drugs," He always assumed the worst.

"So you think I'm taking drugs because I'm smart and don't need to pay attention to get good grades? Wow, thanks dad. That means a lot." I said sarcastically before going the last steps and heading to my room.

"I'm just looking out for you. It's all very suspicious." He yelled as his feet thudded up the stairs.

"Whatever." I closed the door and laid my books down before getting back in the bed.

He never thinks good of what I do. And where do these teachers get off with concerning themselves with me? I'm doing great and I don't pay attention. If you ask me, that's perfectly fine, better than most students are capable of doing. I think I should be awarded for my academic achievement and managing it without paying attention.

I went to sleep, even though I had my first class in 4 hours. I was just trying to forget everything. I've always been the type of person to push things away and forget they ever happened. I don't like to continue stressing or talking about things that happened in the past. If it was 1 minute ago, in the past, I no longer give a fuck about it. The past is the past and you must leave it behind.

When I woke up, I couldn't remember what class I was going to have first. I was gathering my things together, I overslept my usual time. I would wake up and have 2 hours before I had to go to class, this time I had an hour. Being up doing homework earlier this morning ruined it. I had to hurry and shower and get dressed, leaving me 45 minutes to eat, gather my things, and go the 5 and a half miles to the school.

After I was dressed, I didn't know which class I would have first. Human Anatomy, Medical Science, or Biology. I looked at my phone, going to the calendar, and looking through my events. It said that I had a test today at 2 and that was it. I looked at yesterday's schedule instead, and luckily figured out my class rotation. I got my things for my necessary classes and went downstairs to get me something to eat. Dad had left early since he wa headmaster, he had to get up and get everything in the school in order.

The house was empty, but when wasn't it. Ever since I've lived here, it's been nothing but empty and lonely. I used to go through the halls, shouting, just to hear my voice as it echoed. It managed to entertain me whenever I was bored. I went into the kitchen and laid my things on the counter and went to the fridge.

The only thing that I had the appetite for was a Toaster Strudel, it was also the only thing I had time to fix and eat. I put the two Toaster Strudels in the toaster, laid the frosting on the counter, and walked around to the fridge and got out one of the small Sunny D's that were stocked inside.

I went to the table and laid my head down, waiting for my breakfast to get done. I was still exhausted from working on my homework when I could have been sleeping. The Toaster Strudels popped up and I got up and went to get it.

I put them on a plate and poured the icing on them, putting my initials on top. Although I was in a hurry, I did have time to do this. I took the plate, my orange juice, and books with me as I headed to the car. I put my thing in the front seat, and held the plate in my hand and climbed in the drivers' seat.

I had less than 15 minutes to get to school, which I wasn't looking forward to. I was just ready for the day to be over. I had to work from 2:40-11:00 and I was ready to go. My thoughts started to go back to the mysterious guy from yesterday. I ate my breakfast as I went down the road leading to the school. When I pulled up, I had only 4 minutes before I would be counted as tardy. I drank the rest of my orange juice and grabbed my things for my classes and I was off.

Throughout all my classes I couldn't keep my mind off of him. His eyes glistening in the darkness. I was waiting for the clock to tick down for me to go to work. We were going to take the test within minutes and if I finished early, I could get to work early. I watched as everyone studied the whole time the teacher lectured and I was just doodling. I was drawing the best caricature I could of Kenadee, the little darling. I tried to mimic her lovely blonde hair that flowed down her back slightly.

"Okay, everyone. Notes away, time to test." The teacher announced and everyone put their things away.

She started to hand the few people in front the stacks of papers and they passed them back. When I got mine, I immediately started, still wanting to hurry up and get out of here.

"Number one, what is Melanoma? How dumb to they think I am? C.) cancer due to UV Ray exposure on pigments." I said to myself.

I remembered everything that was on this test, it was almost directly out the book. I don't see why they think that this stuff should be difficult and that I shouldn't be able to do it. I actually finished sooner than I thought though. With only 20 minutes left before I actually had to be at work. I got up and walked down to the teacher and handed him my test.

"Are you finished already?" He asked, taking the paper and flipping through it.

"Yes sir." I said confidently and turned on my heel and began my walk to my things so I could go.

I grabbed my binder and went out the back doors that exited the classroom. I walked through the campus and headed to the student parking lot. Not many people were out, the ones who were either finished early or didn't have a class this hour. I made it to my car and threw my books in the back, not wanting to think about school anymore. I was tired of it.

I drove the mile to work and parked in my usual spot. I got out and lightly skipped into the diner, ready to work.

"Hey Billy. Hey Jolie." I waved at them as I walked in.

"Hey Ashley." Billy said back.

"Hey hon, guess what?" Jolie asked.

"Ashley." A heavenly voice said. I turned to see Mitch walk over with Kenadee by his side.

"LadyBug." I said as she tackled me into a hug. I picked her up and hugged her, looking over her shoulder at Mitch and Jolie.

"I missed you." She spoke softly in my ear.

"I missed you too. I can't wait to see my LadyBug on her birthday. You're growing up so fast." She pulled away and I propped her on my waist.

"She's just like a flower, the cutest thing every invented that grows heavenly." Mitch commented. I gave him a smile, agreeing with him.

We all sat and talked some about her party they had been planning. It was kind of slow today so I didn't have to do that much work. I mainly tended to Kenadee, giving her pancakes and some cookies when Jolie wasn't looking. It wasn't until 5 when everything changed.

Those blue eyes I had been thinking about, were now looking directly at me. They came through the doors and landed on me. I turned my attention from them to Kenadee, not wanting to go over to where he was. I didn't think I would have to.

"Ashley, dear. Can you go wait on that customer please?" Jolie asked.

"Okay." I could never say no to her, even though I wanted to.

I kissed Kenadee's forehead and went around the counter to get my notepad and pencil. I got them and walked slowly over to the man. When I got to him, I stared at the same tattoos that marked his arms all over. He looked up at me and his eyes showed a bit of aggressiveness.

"Wh-what would you like to order?" I asked.

"Let me have a BLT and black coffee." It was the same thing he ordered last time.

"Coming right up." I told him and turned to go tell Billy about the order.

"Waiter?" He called back. I looked at Jolie and the others, they were all in deep conversations.

"Yes?" I turned around and went back to him.

"What's your name?" He asked in his deep velvety voice.

"As-Ashley." I had tried my best to not stutter but I did.

"Okay, Ashley."

He said my name in a teasing way, but he didn't seem to be teasing. I tensed up at the thought of him knowing my name. What if he just wanted to know so that he could find me an kill me? I turned around and went back to the others, giving Jolie the order, which she handed to Billy.

"What's up with that guy?" I asked her while I played in Kenadee's hair.

"I don't know. I've never seen him around here before." She shrugged and started back to talking to Mitch. I looked over to his table once more and saw him looking at me. I evaded eye contact when our eyes locked. I don't know who this guy is, but he scares me.

#blackveilbrides #ofmiceandmen #piercetheveil #bringmethehorizon #sleepingwithsirens #andy biersack #all time low #andy #ashley #adaytoremember #andybiersack #ashley purdy #andleyxxkellic #Andley #Kellic #fanfic #fanfiction #original post

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eatyerasparagus · 1 year

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Does anyone remember that popular Wattpad author who wrote a lot of Kellic fanfics? Most of them had smut and I know there was a trans Vic with both him and Kellin on the same soccer team in college.

There was another one which was a series where they met in school and one of them, I think Kellin, had an abusive dad.

And of course there were the smut ones which includes one where they’re in hell. I only remember it cause there was a scene where they fucked on the ceiling.

Anyways, that author deleted their Wattpad. She started over as SarahsSanctuary with the fan fictions being rewritten with OCs.

But now I can’t find any trace of those stories. And they definitely defined my high school years.

But does anyone else on this website remember these stories too??

#kellic #kellin quinn #vic fuentes #wattpad #fanfiction #who wrote these goddamn stories #I think about them all the time :(

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matthew-patel · 9 months

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bro i fucking hate rpfs i’ll be looking up something like are vic fuentes and kellin quinn friends and then the first result will be, like, a wattpad kellic childhood friends pining fanfic

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peroxideprinces · 1 year

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gabilliam does not count. have you listened to the ep of awsten and Travis sleepover podcast with kellin where they read kellic fanfic 💀

I HAVE IT WAS SO . IT WAS . IT EXISTS ALRIGHT

#it made me laugh so hard though .

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space-roach · 20 days

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Btw completely unrelated but i searched kellic fics on ao3 out of curiosity and i found this fic that was like 100k words and unfinished from 8 yrs ago and i stayed up till 3 am to read it and it ruined me like. No fucking way the best most relatable depiction of abuse (and other stuff like being immigrants and poc) ive seen that speaks to me is from a kellic fic 😭😭 the summary was a bit eh so i didnt expect much just smth to read before bed but bro it was so fucking good like?? It had a lot of fucked up shit in it but it was lowkey rlly well portrayed and even the romance between kellic was super good even tho it was mostly angsty with occasional fluff,, legit if the names were changed it couldve been an original work and i would buy the shit out of it bc wow. I dont usually relate to how ppl write abusive parents but omg it hit me so hard i was abt to cry :,) ig the best part is how different and unique it was, especially for a fanfic abt 2 emo band members like it did not have to go that hard ajsksjs

OH MY GOD I had this exact same experience except with an 100k+ word mcr fic that I will not be naming out of embarrassment but it's actually insane how some of the best pieces of fiction ive ever read/most hardhitting and relatable pieces of fiction were like band member fanfics 😭

#asks #my mutuals #ALSO ESPECIALLY THR FICS WHERE THE MEMBERS ARE LITERALLY ON THE VERGE OF BEING OCS

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disillusioneddanny · 1 year

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Hi! Just thought I'd stop by and say hello to an old fandom friend from the old Kellic days (it's Candy btw). Nice to see you're still writing fanfic (and a lot of it), even though we're in completely different fandoms these days, lol.

Hi Candy!! It’s good to hear from you 💕💕 it’s nice to know you’re also still writing lol I love that for both of us.

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midgeisnotokay · 2 years

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Is Kellic still a thing? If it is, check out my Wattpad profile. I'll post some fanfics I wrote a few years ago!!

#kellinquinnxvicfuentes #kellinxvic #kellicquentes #kellic #kellin quinn

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call-me-rei · 3 years

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Candy Conversations

***Just warning you now, this one is rated R***

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I love February. Love is always in the air for the first two weeks and then we start to fade from winter to spring in the last two weeks. Everything feels nice and cozy.

The entire month is great, but I especially love two specific days of the month: the tenth and the fourteenth.

February 10 is my fiancé, Vic’s, birthday. Ever since we started dating, I’ve always tried to make that day special for him. Some years I’d make a nice dinner, others I’d take us out to do something new. Last year I booked us a trip to Yellowstone for his twenty-ninth birthday. We saw the geysers and made love in the hot springs in the dark. It was a wonderful memory.

This year though Vic had to work late on his birthday. He was so exhausted when he came home that he wasn’t in the mood to do anything that night; he didn’t even have dinner. He apologized profusely the next morning and I told him we could make up for it on Valentine’s Day if he wanted. He agreed and we left it at that. I would’ve said or done more, but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise I had for him.

“Okay babe, I’m leaving.” I looked up from the coffee pot and toward my future husband. He walked in wearing a dark grey suit with a black tie and light blue dress shirt. I bit my lip as I looked him up and down.

Damn, I sure knew how to pick an outfit. And a man.

“You look so good,” I whispered as I pulled him in by his tie. His hands found their way to my hips as our lips connected. I savored the feeling of our lips moving together and pushed myself closer to him. His grip on my hips tightened, and so did the space in my pants.

“Babe,” Vic groaned against my lips. I sighed and pulled away, knowing what he would say. And even though I knew it wasn’t his fault, I couldn’t help but pout.

Vic had been incredibly busy lately. His company had the chance to sign on a new client and he was in charge of the pitch for them. While this was a great opportunity, it meant that he was working long hours and barely had time to spend with me. I knew he hated it as much as I did, but it was his job and he couldn’t help it.

I just wish it didn’t interfere with our sex life. I missed being kissed like I’d just kissed him. I missed touching him and feeling his skin on mine, his body against mine as we held each other through our movements and sweat and moans. God, I missed sex with him. We hadn’t been intimate in almost a month and it was getting to me.

I shook those thoughts from my mind as best I could and finished getting Vic’s coffee together. It wasn’t long before I felt his arms snake around my waist and his chin on my shoulder.

“I loved my note,” I said softly. I saw him smile from the corner of my eye and kiss my cheek.

On special days like Valentine’s Day and my birthday, or hell, even a random Tuesday, Vic would leave sticky notes with sweet messages for me to find. This morning I found one on the coffee machine that read:

Waking up to you gives me a better feeling than a cup of coffee ever could ♡

“There’s a few more of them hidden around.”

“I know. I can’t wait to find them all.” I turned my head and kissed him, more innocently this time.

“I hope you can find them all before I get home. I love your reactions whenever I do this.” I giggled. He was referring to the fact that I always sent him cute pictures or videos whenever I found one of his messages. They always made my day and he needed to know.

“What time do you think you’ll be home today?”

He smiled. “I’ll be back by five. There’s no way in hell I’m staying late today.” I couldn’t help the grin that stretched across my face. Vic wasn’t one to forget important days in our relationship, so I should’ve figured that he would do everything in his power to spend Valentine’s with me.

I nudged him back so he would let go of me, then I wrapped my arms around his neck. Once again, his hands made their way to my hips and we shared a sweet kiss. “I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you, too.” He pecked my lips then reached behind me to pick up his travel mug of coffee and his lunch that I’d put on the counter. “I’ll see you tonight.” I nodded and watched as he walked out of the house.

I sighed and made my way to our bedroom. I’d woken up before Vic to get his things ready, so I hadn’t washed my face or brushed my hair. I walked into the bathroom to get ready for the day and was met with another one of my fiancé’s sweet notes.

You look breathtaking at every moment of the day. I’m so lucky I get to look at you

I blushed like he was saying those words to me and snapped a mirror selfie to send to him.

I found this one. You’re sweet 😊

V: I’m also lucky but I already said that in the note 😉

Lol shut up

Shouldn’t you be driving?

V: I was about to but I tried to put my coffee in the cupholder and I found these

He’d sent a photo of the three candy hearts I put in his cupholder this morning when he was getting dressed. From left to right they said, “Be Mine,” “I’m Yours,” and “Love Ya.”

V: I’m yours too bb. I love you so much! ♥

A warm feeling flowed through me when I read his message. I smiled and replied:

I love you too. Have a great day 😘

V: I’ll try. I have meetings today so hopefully you can make it interesting

I chuckled. Oh, if only he knew how interesting I was planning on making it.

***

Vic had been at work for three hours and he hadn’t texted me. I knew he was in a meeting and would message me when he was out and on his lunch break, but I was bored as fuck. It was my day off and I’d already gone shopping for dinner tonight. That was all I had planned for the day.

Well, that and my surprise for him, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to start on that yet.

I huffed as I sat back against the couch and flipped through channels on the TV. Maybe I should start on his surprise. It would make both of our days more interesting.

I pondered the thought as I looked down onto the table at the note I’d found on my steering wheel.

You drive me crazy ;)

Vic had most likely put it there when he’d gotten home the night before, knowing I wouldn’t use my car until today. The note itself had me thinking. Maybe I could see just how crazy I could make him.

Without allowing for time to talk myself out of it, I pulled out my phone and opened the camera. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but I knew I wanted to work with the driving Vic crazy prompt. I eventually made a decision and tousled my hair a bit then started a video.

I sat back against the couch and ran my fingers through my hair then down my neck. I kept an innocent look on my face, making sure my eyes held a soft expression and my lips were pouty and parted. I licked my lips slowly then bit my bottom one, trying my best to look at the camera seductively as I did so. Then I winked and ended the video.

I drive you crazy huh? How’s this?

I knew what that video would do to him, so I sent it with the message and waited. It took a few minutes, but I got the response I was hoping for.

V: Fuck babe, the things I would do to you right now…

Calm down sir you’re at work

V: Call me sir again 😉

I rolled my eyes and ignored the message. At least I knew he wasn’t too busy for my messages. That would work in my favor for the rest of the day.

***

Another hour passed, meaning that Vic would be on his lunch break soon. We hadn’t texted since I sent him the video, so I thought it was the perfect time for part two of my surprise. With a smile I walked into the kitchen and pulled out the whipped cream from the fridge. Then I walked back to the couch and took my shirt off.

I wasn’t sure what I was doing but I knew the reaction I wanted. So I sprayed the whipped cream down my upper half, starting at my pecs and going down to just below my bellybutton. Then I started another video.

I started at my bellybutton, showing the work I’d done, then panned the camera up to just show my lips. I slowly traced a finger from my bottom lip down to my neck. My finger went farther down, making contact with the whipped cream. I collected as much of the sticky substance as I could as I went down to where the line stopped. Then I moved my finger and the camera back up to my lips and made a show of me sucking the whipped cream off of my digit. I sucked it like it was Vic’s dick, putting all of it in my mouth and running my tongue on the underside of it. Of course Vic was much bigger than my finger, but the imagery was enough to make me moan thinking about having him in my mouth again. Once my finger was clean, I stopped recording and waited for Vic’s message when he found what I left in his lunch.

Uh babe? What’s this about?

I giggled. Vic had sent a picture of the candy heart I left in his lunch. This one said “Lick Me.”

I sent him my latest video with the caption:

Do you want a taste?

It didn’t take long for him to reply.

V: I will come back home right now and taste you

Please? Maybe you can clean me up better than I just did

V: No I’ll end up making a bigger mess on you

I guess I’ll have to clean it up the same way 😉

V: Don’t tempt me Kells. I may have to teach you a lesson when I get home

I smiled triumphantly. That’s what I was hoping for.

Why not now? 😏

V: Because I wouldn’t go back to work if I came home now. And you wouldn’t be able to go to work tomorrow either

I blushed. I knew what he meant, and I was hoping he would follow through with it.

Maybe that’s what I want 😉

V: Don’t tempt me Kellin

I sighed. He was right, I was messing with him too much.

Fine. I’m gonna wash all this off and find something to do before I get ready for dinner

I locked my phone before he could respond and took it with me to the bathroom. And I had every intention of just stripping and going into the shower…

But I couldn’t help myself. I took off the rest of my clothes and posed in the mirror to where my naked butt was in full view and I was looking at it over my shoulder. I took a couple pictures and picked my favorite to send to Vic.

One more so you don’t miss me too much 😘

V: Just wait til I get home

I giggled as I read his threat and decided to leave him alone. I couldn’t wait for him to walk through our door later tonight though.

***

The rest of the afternoon was pretty uneventful. I refrained from sending Vic more pictures and videos because I knew he had an important meeting after lunch and he needed to focus. That didn’t mean I didn’t want to though. The urge was strong, but I knew he’d be upset with seeing me exposed before he had to present in front of his bosses. Presenting with a boner wasn’t ideal in his business.

I resorted back to watching TV for a couple hours before I thought it was finally time for me to start preparing dinner. I went to the kitchen and pulled out the vegetables I’d need for the meal to wash and slice them.

About another hour of prepping the side dishes and main coarse later, I was finally putting the meal together to cook. I had just put the chicken and vegetables in the oven to bake when I heard the front door open and shut. I smiled to myself knowing that my fiancé was finally home.

“Hey babe,” I called out. Footsteps followed my voice to the kitchen. “I missed you,” I said as I worked on cleaning the counter from the mess I’d made. “How was your da-”

I was cut off by Vic grabbing my upper arm to turn me around. He crashed his lips onto mine as soon as I was facing him. We moved against each other hungrily, him more so than me, touching and moaning in between heavy breaths and tight grips on the other’s clothes or body. I grinded my hips into his to try to ease the tension building in my lower half. That’s when he pulled away.

“You had me wanting to do that all day,” he said in a husky voice.

“Did I?” I asked before biting my bottom lip seductively.

He hummed as a response. "You should make it up to me. You know, if you're willing." I smiled. Vic was so sweet and always asked for my consent before we did anything rougher than usual. The fact that he was asking me at that moment meant that he had something planned for me, and I was ready for it.

"Yes, I'm willing," I answered. The look in his eyes changed instantly from caring to lustful. I knew I was in for it.

He reached forward and grabbed the back of my head, gripping onto my hair and pushing me down until I was on my knees in front of him. I adjusted myself to be level with his crotch the way he wanted. He didn’t need to tell me what he was expecting.

With delicate fingers I undid his belt and the button of his pants. I looked up at him and watched him bite his lip in anticipation and took off his jacket as I slowly pulled down his zipper. He took initiative then and slipped off his shoes and his pants, leaving him in his boxers and dress shirt.

I felt up my fiancé's legs, loving the softness of his skin against my hands. That soft skin changed to the light material that composed his boxers. I trailed my hands up the fabric until I reached the waistband. Once again, I looked at him with innocent eyes and pulled them down to release him.

I loved seeing Vic exposed. Just seeing how excited he was because of me made me feel fearless and confident. I knew there wasn't a limit on the things I could do to pleasure him, and I wanted to go through most of them that night.

So I started with licking my lips at the size of his dick then kissing his tip lightly. There was already precum on it, most likely from the videos I'd sent earlier. He had probably been thinking about me while he was driving home. I trailed light kisses down his length to his balls and back up again, lightly sucking here and there just to tease him. He hated when I did that, but he put me in control first and I'd been tempting him all day. Why not ride it out?

I gave him another kiss on his tip, this one slow and lingering. He tugged on a handful of my hair urging me to get on with it. I almost chuckled at him, but I couldn't deny that I wanted to get started too. So I did.

Another lingering kiss led to me taking his tip into my mouth. I sucked on it softly and slowly ran the tip of my tongue over it before pulling up to do it all again.

“You’d better not be planning on doing this shit all night,” my fiancé growled, tightening the grip on my hair. He was threatening me, but I knew it was because he was enjoying my teasing. He knew what was coming would be even better.

Not wanting to prolong our pleasure any longer, I ran my tongue up his length from his balls and took as much of him into my mouth as I could before I gagged. A sigh of pleasure and relief left Vic’s lips as the grip on my hair tightened even more. I used his reaction as motivation and moved my head back and forth, keeping a tight seal around him with my lips and finding opportune times to run my tongue along his skin.

“Fuck Kellin,” Vic moaned. I glanced up to see his mouth opened slightly and his eyes closed. I slowly pulled my mouth off of him and kissed down his cock until I got to his balls and sucked on them as I stroked him. He took a moment to look down at me and push some hair out of my face.

“You look so good while you do that,” he panted. I looked up at him again while I took one of his balls into my mouth, sucked on it hard, and let it leave my lips with a quiet “pop.”

Vic guided my head up by my hair and brought my mouth level with his dick again. “Open,” he ordered. I did what was asked and was rewarded by him filling my mouth up. This time he held my head in place while he thrust himself into me. I moaned when he hit the back of my throat and looked up at him with teary eyes, silently begging for him to continue as pleasure filled my body.

I needed this; I loved this. I wanted more.

I tightened the grip my lips had on him so he knew to slow down. He let go of my head and let me continue at my own pace for a few more minutes before it became too much for me. I needed more than this.

Vic must’ve known that I was desperate for him because he reached down and pulled my hand to help me onto my feet. Once I was standing, he kissed me hungrily. His hands went straight for my ass, groping and grasping as his tongue played with mine. A moan escaped my mouth and went into his with another squeeze of my backside. My fingers tangled in his hair, desperately trying to bring him closer to me. Sometime during our make out session I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked us to our bedroom, never breaking the connection our lips had.

Vic walked us over to our bed and lightly tapped on my legs to let me know I needed to loosen my grip. When I did, he dropped me onto the mattress and got on top of me. We kissed a bit more before his lips made their way to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. Vic knew that made me go crazy; I was a moaning mess underneath him.

I clawed at the back of his shirt wishing I was leaving marks on his skin instead. As if he read my mind, he pulled away from me to take off the light blue shirt and the thin white shirt underneath. I looked up at him for a moment, admiring him in all his naked glory.

Damn, I had a sexy man.

He came back toward me and pulled me to a sitting position by my hands. He then grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. His eyes traced over my upper body, admiring my tattoos and the color of my skin before he looked into my eyes. I leaned forward to kiss him, and he laid us back onto the bed.

Our kiss deepened and our hands roamed once again. Soon I was completely naked with hickeys beginning to form on my neck. By the time my brain could catch up with the actions happening in the room, Vic had stuck two of his fingers in my mouth and commanded me to suck.

I did as I was told and let him thrust his fingers in and out of my mouth to get them wet enough for what he wanted to do. Once he was ready he made me spread my legs so he could insert his fingers into me.

I moaned in relief when I felt him enter me. I’d been wanting something to fill me since that first kiss in the kitchen, and even though it wasn’t his dick, I was happy to have something. I leaned my head back against the mattress and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers stretching me out and his other hand stroking me.

“Please, Vic,” I heard myself moan when the feeling got too intense. He only chuckled before kissing both of my inner thighs and leaving the bed. I knew where he was going so I didn’t bother looking in his direction. I just focused on the pleasure I knew was coming.

And a few seconds later I heard the familiar sounds of a cap popping open and closing. I sat up then and watched as he sauntered over to me with a devilish grin on his perfect lips. I couldn’t help but blush at him. I stood up before he made it back to me and walked over to kiss him. I grabbed his dick as I did so and stroked it, rubbing the lube all around the area. His breathing hitched as he walked us back to the bed. I pulled away when I felt the mattress hit the back of my legs and turned us around. Then I pushed him back so he hit the bed with his back.

Vic smirked. He knew that I wanted to be in control so he let me do what I needed to do. That night I needed to experience everything he had to offer. I got on top of him and kissed him roughly before lining myself up and sinking onto his cock. Sighs of pleasure escaped both of our mouths the moment he slipped into me.

Once I got comfortable I rode him like my life depended on it. I bounced up and down and rolled my hips while I moaned, cursed, and screamed his name. I leaned my head down into the crook of his neck and he took control, thrusting his hips up to hit that one spot inside of me again and again. I left a bite mark on his neck, not that he cared.

Eventually Vic rolled us over so he was on top. He continued his assault on my prostrate, hitting that spot and making me shake and scream more than I ever thought was humanly possible. His back was covered in my claw marks and my hips were bruised from his rough grip on them. Just the thought of the marks we’d left on each other got me closer and closer to a release.

A few hard strokes and hungry kisses later and I was close to a climax. I begged for Vic to touch me while I dug my nails into his biceps. He flicked his wrist quickly and rubbed his thumb over my tip as he pounded me. I rolled my eyes and head back as pleasure took over me and I came on my stomach.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Vic growled. He kept his hand on me and let me ride out my high until I told him to stop because the feeling was too intense. When I finally came down, I pulled Vic to me by his neck and kissed him with all the passion I could muster. I moved my hips against him in time with his thrusts as the kiss deepened. Soon he was pulling out of me and telling me to kneel on the ground so he could cum on my face.

He got me a wet wipe to clean myself up with and pulled me up to join him on the bed. We laid there out of breath, tangled together by our legs, and sharing much sweeter kisses than the ones we had earlier.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” my fiancé said after he placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat slow down while he ran his fingers up and down my back. We stayed like that for a few minutes – content with our actions and enjoying our time together – before I heard the alarm I had set for the chicken go off.

I groaned in annoyance as Vic chuckled. “Is it time for dinner?”

“I guess so,” I responded with an embarrassed giggle. Vic kissed the top of my head before he patted my back.

“I’ll go turn the oven off. Why don’t you get in the shower and I’ll join you when I’m done? Then we can eat before round two.”

I smiled. “Sounds goo- wait, round two?”

“Yeah. I get dessert after dinner, don’t i?” I blushed and bit my lip as I nodded. “Great. I can’t wait to find out if those candy hearts taste as good coming from your lips.”

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