band one-shots

here comes the downside || kellic

:))))) me taking random ptv lyrics and slapping them as titles on a half-assed fanfic????? more likely then u think :)

ship: kellin quinn x vic fuentes

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Vic Fuentes doesn't mean to fall in love with Kellin Quinn, he really doesn't.

He swears to himself that he isn't that type of person, and that Kellin is a fleeting stranger who will be gone from his life soon enough so he really shouldn't be awake at 3:35 a.m. writing lyrics about the boy.

But the clock ticks to 3:36 and emotion floods the pages of his notebook, too much to keep contained in his chest. He could fill an entire album with this. But it's too messy. Not refined enough. Simply his thoughts purged into a tangible form.

Besides it's so obviously who's writing about and the fans will trace it back. That's the beauty of being in a band. Once you publish your thoughts, they're not yours anymore. They're captions on instagram posts and echoes on the radio and angsty quotes used by teenagers who don't even know what love is. And Vic refuses to let Kellin become that.

He falls asleep on the words, and when he awakens, the ink is smudged into his face. It's now a blur on the page and he tosses the book onto his nightstand. He can't deal it right now. Maybe he won't ever deal with it.

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Meanwhile Kellin is struggling to deal with it. He's come to the same realization as Vic, that he may be in love.

Only Kellin doesn't write lyrics about it like Vic does. Even though he has written love songs for Sleeping With Sirens before, those were different. When his feelings had been reciprocated. If he wrote lyrics now about the softness of Vic's smile and the anxiety that filled his chest, it would come off really fucking pathetic, because Vic obviously doesn't feel the same way. He's been avoiding Kellin lately.

Which is fine, it's totally fucking fine, and that's what Kellin thinks to himself as he drowns himself in alcohol.

It's a bitter, acrid taste, but he greedily swallows it to calm himself. And then he can think. Everything is now blurry, but it's also so simple.

Instead of torturing himself like this, he should face the problem head-on. It's best to get outright rejected instead of slowly distancing himself from Vic and losing what could have been.

He lives in the same apartment building as Vic, so he doesn't have far to walk. He presses the button on the elevator, his fingers shaking. The doors close around him and he's enveloped in steel and surrounded by his thoughts.

For a second, the fog in his mind clears, and he realizes what he's doing. He can't do this, he can't tell Vic, what the fuck, he needs to go back home.

Then the elevator reaches Vic's floor, and he steps into the hallway. Now his knees are shaking too, and his shoulders, and oh God, he's dizzy and terrified. But Kellin continues to trudge his feet forward and knock on Vic's door.

Vic swings it open almost immediately, his breath catching when he sees who it is. But he just motions for Kellin to come inside. "What's up, dude?"

"Nothing." Kellin grins and slurs his words. "Just happy." Suddenly, he can't even remember why he's here.

"Are you drunk?"

Kellin nods. "Yeah! You want some? I still have some in my apartment-"

"No-" Vic shakes his head. "I'm good. What are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to hang out." As the words escape, Kellin remembers his motive for coming here. "Because I- I like you."

"I like you too, Kells." Vic brushes it off as platonic and turns towards his kitchen, where he had been attempting to make dinner.

"No-" Kellin stumbles, the alcohol tripping him up. "I like you. Like in the way I want to write stupid fucking lyrics about you. Only I haven't actually written any, because that would be weird but-" He starts to ramble but Vic cuts him off.

"Kellin."

"Yeah?" Kellin looks up hopefully.

Vic bites one of his fingernails while he tries to think of what to say. Kellin's drunk, there's no way he's being serious, right? He'll wake up tomorrow morning sober and he won't like Vic and everything will be the same it's always been.

"I, um, don't feel the same way." Vic lies through his teeth, and braces himself for Kellin's response.

It should feel like a bullet straight through Kellin's heart, but instead it's softened by the alcohol, and it's only a dull flame that licks at his chest. He can barely feel it, barely knows what exactly has just happened, but he knows he's supposed to be sad.

He keeps his drunken smile on though. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. That's cool."

Vic nods, slowly. "You want to stay here tonight. You can sleep on the couch?"

"Yeah," Kellin mumbles.

He falls asleep easily, and wakes the next morning hungover and with little recollection of the night before. His head pounds and he sees a note on the coffee table. What happened last night? Why is he in Vic's living room?

He picks the piece of paper up and reads it.

I lied. I like you too. - Vic

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i hate this i have no fucking idea how to write romantic shit someone date me so i can have an actual concept of a functioning relationship 🤠