Kellic One Shots ~requests~

Kellin~fluff~

(The name of the chapter is the POV)
|writing the first one myself so you have an idea of what my writing is like. In this one Kellin works at a restaurant and Vic is his boss. All fluff.|

I slammed the door as I got into my car, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I looked into the mirror, seeing that my eyes were puffy and red, and there's a bruise on my left cheek along with a cut on my lip. I don't mind, he usually makes me stay in the back at work anyway. I sigh and shake my head, started my car and made my way to work.
When I got there, I pulled a black button up out of the backseat and put it on over my white v-neck. I grabbed my name tag and headed inside, hoping he'll have me doing something simple. I got to the kitchen and clocked in, then went into his office. He seemed busy, focused on his computer, but answered nonetheless.
"What do you need?" He asked, not even looking at me.
"W-what do you need me to do?" My voice came out more unsure and shaky than I'd care to admit.
"There are 200 cupcakes in the pantry on the right side, I need them iced. Once you're finished with that, do dishes." He said in a monotone voice, not even looking up to make eye contact with me. I muttered a shy 'okay' and walked to the pantry, getting out the first box of cupcakes.
The next few hours of my life consisted of putting red, pink, and white icing on chocolate and vanilla cupcakes, all while thinking about today's events. I'm not sure why, because thinking about it only made me more of a nervous wreck, but I couldn't help it. It only happened a few hours ago, and I wasn't sure what I would go home to tonight either, which made me more nervous. I was on the brink of crying again when I finished the last cupcake, so I quickly put it down and turned around to take it back to the pantry. However, I was unaware of the person walking behind me so I accidentally bumped into him and cupcakes went flying.
"Dammit." I half-shouted, my nerves getting even worse as everyone went quiet and looked at me. My face turned red out of embarrassment, but that turned into fear when Chef Fuentes came walking in, looking pissed.
"What the hell did you do, Kellin?" He yelled, bending down to examine the cupcakes.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't-" he cut me off.
"Whatever, it doesn't matter. Go wash dishes." He demanded, so I quickly went to the sink where dishes were stacked up. I started washing the first few, ignoring the tears slipping down my cheeks and the quiet sobs coming out of my mouth. I know it's not exactly professional to cry at work, but nobody could see me back here anyway. After about 10 minutes, someone walked back here and I soon felt Chef's body standing next to mine.
"Hey." He said, and I slowly looked up at him. "I told you to wash dishes," He paused. "Not your cheeks." He lightly smiled, a smile of sympathy. "Are you okay?" He asked me. I just shook my head. "Do you want to go home?"
"No." I said quickly, maybe a little too quickly.
"Okay," He sounded unsure.
"I can, fix those cupcakes i-if you want me to. Any that didn't get smashed or, fall on the floor." I shyly offered, but he shook his head.
"I already threw them away." My face fell and I looked down.
"Oh.."
"But," I looked back at him. "I'm staying late and making more tonight, if you wanna help." I nodded.
"Yea, okay." He gave me another small smile and a pat on the shoulder before walking away.

By the time I got finished with dishes, it was well after closing and it was really quiet. Peaceful, actually. The smell of cupcakes was in the air as Chef was baking replacements, and I went back to his office.
"So, what do I do now?" I asked. This time, he looked at me, but he looked hurt. Or, sad maybe. He didn't respond, just got up and walked from behind his desk and sat in one of the chairs in front of it. He pulled the other chair so it was across from him, and looked back at me.
"Sit," He gestured, so I cautiously sat across from him. "What happened to your cheek?" He softly asked. I reached up to touch it, and from the fact that it ached when I did, there was probably still a bruise there.
"N-nothing." I looked down, which was definitely not very convincing.
"Now don't give me bullshit, Kellin." He snapped, but gave me a soft look. "Did someone hurt you?" My bottom lip twitched as I thought about what happened earlier and I swallowed. He was the last person I wanted to break down in front of, but I couldn't help exploding.
"He loves me." I shook my head, but also stated crying. "H-he loves me Chef, he promised. He made a mistake, that's all. I deserved it, honest." I choked out, my voice going shaky. I felt his hand on my leg, and I looked at him with tears in my eyes.
"First off, you can call me Vic. Second, Kellin.." He paused. "Are you, in an abusive relationship?" He questioned me.
"No." I snapped. "He loves me Vic, he really does. He said he'd change, and that he would get b-better." I cried harder, putting my head in my hands.
"Hey, hey.." he scooted closer next to me, and rubbed my back. "It's okay, it'll be okay. You need to get away from him though. This isn't good for you."
"I've t-tried!" I yelled in a sob, turning to face him. "Every time I try to l-leave, he just gets more violent. And anyway, I don't have anywhere to g-go."
"Come with me." He said, almost immediately. "I mean, I have an extra room, you could stay with me. As long as you need to, I really don't mind." He sincerely said.
"Are you s-sure?" He wiped a tear from my cheek, the one that wasn't bruised.
"Yes, I'm sure. We can get any clothes or necessities you need tonight, and I'll go with you in case he decides to get violent." He offered.
"He, always l-leaves after 10 every night, to go get drunk." I told him honestly.
"Okay, we can go then." He nodded. "I want you to be happy Kellin, believe it or not I do care about you." He stood up and I followed his actions, but was taken aback when he hugged me. I was tense at first, but relaxed after a few seconds, enjoying the comfort.
"Thank you." I whispered, barely loud enough to hear, but he did.
"You're welcome." He said just as quiet, and we stood there for barely a minute before the timer went off, signaling that the cupcakes were done baking. "Now," he pulled away. "What do you say we go ice these cupcakes and knock them out quick?" He asked, with a cheery smile. I wiped the now semi-dry tears from my face, and smiled back.
"Yea, okay." We walked out, and for the first time I knew I'd be safe going home tonight.

|so I know it's not much but it's a start. This is the reason I'm taking requests, because I'm terrible at coming up with one shot ideas myself. Hope you liked it. Thanks <3|