Firecracker Wishes (Kellic One-Shot)

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hi it's a Fourth of July one-shot yay!!!

quick note: Kellin is nonbinary in this story (if you don't know what that is google it) bc we need more trans and nb characters. just an FYI. I will not tell you what is in their pants. I haven't even decided what I think is in their pants, because it doesn't fucking matter. also there is mentions of implied sex and if anybody tells me that "trans ppl don't have sex bc they all hate their bodies" I will probably shove a firecracker up your ass because all trans people experience different levels of dysphoria (and some don't have any at all) and every trans person is different. wow. incredible.

other than that, though, there aren't really any other warnings that I can think of. this is a mix of angst and fluff and idk I'm rly proud of how it turned out so yeah enjoy <3

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When Vic first meets Kellin, they're camping on an island in the river, and it's the Fourth of July.

Vic's family owns a cabin out here (along with a boat) that they like to hang around in every year during the summer. There are plenty of other families, too, but Vic usually doesn't pay much attention to them.

Usually.

Tonight, though—tonight one of the families is setting off a bunch of fireworks over the water, and a majority of the island has come down to the very edge of it to watch. Some people are standing, some are sitting down in the grass, and some have brought their folding chairs. Vic has opted for a spot in the grass near the side, close to his family but still sort of separate from them. He's mostly just people-watching, picking up bits and pieces of random conversations—that is, until someone decides to engage him in a conversation.

"Ugh, I can't believe you," an unfamiliar voice says in a disgusted tone, followed by the person promptly sitting down next to him and frowning at him.

Vic narrows his eyes at the person in confusion. He's pretty sure they've never even spoken to each other before. "Um, what?"

"You're just awful," the person continues with an eye roll. "God, have you heard what Marcie's been saying about you? She's devastated."

"I—I think you have the wrong person," Vic stutters out.

The person stares at him for a few more seconds before changing expression and laughing. "No, dude, I'm just fucking with you. It's cool. Don't worry about it. I don't even know anyone named Marcie."

"Oh," Vic says, and then he laughs, too. "Well, that's one way to start a conversation."

"It's so fun," the person agrees (Vic isn't really sure if they're a boy or a girl). "I usually don't do it to strangers, though, but your brother said you'd find it funny. So."

"Mike?" Vic says. "You're friends with him?"

The person nods. "Yeah, we've been hanging recently, since you and him are some of the only people my age here. But I've never talked to you before because Mike says you're annoying and would probably just ruin the party because you don't like people."

Vic snorts. "He said that? I'm gonna kick his ass."

"I'll watch." They both laugh at that (Vic has decided that this person has a very nice laugh). "Anyway," the person continues. "Hi. I'm Kellin. And obviously you're Vic."

The name "Kellin" sticks in Vic's mind, bringing up a memory from a couple weeks ago, of Mike asking Vic if he knew what the term "nonbinary" meant and then something about his new friend Kellin. Vic didn't know what it meant, so he did a little research, and—oh.