Can I have a Vic Fuentes one where he has a girlfriend and she treats you like crap, she’s always calling you a whore because you and Vic are best friends. You try telling him but he doesn’t believe you and so like a week later he hears her bullying you and stands up for you :) then tells you that he loves you but has never asked you out because he thought he didn’t have a chance so he tried getting over you by dating other girls. Sorry if it’s really long
a/n: omfg i have just tried to write the ronnie radke imagine but all my ideas are crap and i can’t even lead up into the smut so for now i’m just gonna skip it and go up the list, sorry
I stepped off my car and walked to the venue, flashing my ID to get in early to the concert.
“Vic!” I called out to the man hunched over a guitar.
“Y/N! I’m glad you made it!” He said, setting it up on the guitar stand then got up to hug me.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, especially since I haven’t seen you at all this year!” I smiled.
“World tours are crazy but I’m so happy you’re here.” Vic smiled, looking into my eyes. It was moments like these where neither of us didn’t say anything, no awkwardness followed as we both stayed silent, nothing but the sound of our breath to fill the silence.
“Vic!” I heard a voice say. We both turned and looked as a chocolate haired girl walked towards us. Colleen was her name, and to say she was pretty was an understatement. She was drop dead gorgeous.
She had long legs, a toned tummy, long silky brown hair and looked good in everything she wore. She was also Vic’s 6 month girlfriend.
“Colleen, you remember Y/N, right?” Vic asked. I tried not to scream inside as she fake smiled and hugged me.
“Y/N, It’s been so long! I love what you did with your hair.” She said, casual sarcasm coating her sweet voice.
“Thanks.” I responded.
“Anyway, I have to get back to helping set up. Why don’t you two go out for coffee or something? It’ll be kinda boring just watching us all set up.” Vic suggested.
“No, that’s fine.” I said quickly, trying not to sound too rude.
“Actually, I think that’s a great idea, Y/N. Obviously everyone is busy and we shouldn’t get in the way. Starbucks?” She asked me, a smile plastered on her face once again.
“It can’t hurt.” I replied as we walked out of the venue. There was a starbucks across the street as we both crossed and entered it. We ordered, me a small tea and her a coffee as we sat down at a booth.
“What have you been up to, Colleen?” I asked, trying to make small talk.
“Not whoring around like you obviously have been.” She said snobbishly, her voice still sounding friendly as ever.
“Excuse me?” I responded, my ears going hot.
“Well, have you seen all the guys you hang out with? It’s no wonder Vic is with me and not you. God, you can’t even keep yourself away, I feel so bad for you.” She smiled but quickly dropped it.
“That’s bullshit and you know it is. I don’t need to prove anything to you that I’m not fucking my friends. Most are dating others already.” I said, sipping my tea.
“Oh, cut the crap Y/N. You want Vic so bad, everyone knows it but him. It would be a shame if someone were to tell him…” She smiled, sickly sweet.
“I don’t give a fuck what you do or don’t do. We’re best friends. It won’t matter.” I got up, grabbing my tea and walking out.
“That’s so sad, you can’t even handle an actual conversation without bailing.” She said, following close behind.
“Colleen, shut the fuck up.” I snapped, opening the door to the venue.
“Y/N, what the fuck?” Vic said as my heart dropped.
“Vic!” Colleen said, running up to him as he quickly wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close.
“Why did you tell her to shut up?” Vic asked angrily.
“She was being a cunt!” I said, drawing the attention of Jaime and Mike who were near bye.
“I was making conversation!” Colleen said innocently, wrinkles forming on her forehead.
“Bullshit, my sex life is none of your business.” I said.
“Hey! Colleen wouldn’t say that, she’s not as rude as you are being right now.” Vic said.
“Vic, she fucking calls me a whore every time she sees me, bullshit she’s not fucking rude.” I shot back, my face as red as I tomato.
“Y/N, I’m sorry, but I need you to leave.” Vic said quietly.
“Vic!” Mike said. I looked at him, my face red and my eyes starting to fill with tears.
“Vic, she drove six hours to get here…” Jaime said.
“Just fucking leave!” He shouted as I turned and ran to my car, Jaime running outside and knocking on the window.
“Y/N, don’t go. We haven’t seen you in so long.” Jaime said, worry forming on his normally happy-go-lucky face.
“Sorry, Hime. Tell Tony I said hi.” I said as Jaime backed away, leaving me to drive home.
I fucking sobbed for six hours.
I ran out of tears to cry, I couldn’t even speak because my throat was so thick. I just lost my best friend since grade 5 because of someone he knew for 6 months. Show’s how much he cared about our friendship.
I went into my room and collapsed onto my bed, pulling my pants off and staying in my t-shirt.
I opened my phone, checking my current instagram notifications. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Every post. Every fucking post was Colleen bombarding it with indescribable hate. Whore, fat, ugly, worthless we’re just a few. I groaned, throwing my phone as I buried my face in my pillow and promptly went to bed.
When I woke up, I saw that I had several texts from an unknown number and a missed call.
Sucks to suck, doesn’t it, sweetie? How does it feel to know that you’re worthless? Fucking kill yourself Vic loves me and only me.
My lip quivered as I started to sob again, I didn’t even want to hear the voice mail she left me. She must’ve looked on Vic’s phone to get my number, there’s no way it was anyone else.
My phone began ringing as I answered it, not bothering to check who it was.
“Please, leave me alone. You had your fun, now drop it. I wasn’t trying to get in the way of you and Vic, I just wanted to see my best friend.” I said, my voice quivering.
“Y/N, It’s Vic.” I froze, sitting up and listening intently.
“I can’t explain to you how sorry I am on what happened yesterday, I had no idea Colleen could be so mean. Jaime showed me the instagram comments and I looked on her phone this morning.”
“Reason why I’m calling is, I want to meet you and give you a proper apology. Can I come over today.” He asked me.
“I guess so.” I responded, sniffling a bit.
“Please don’t cry, I’ll be over soon.” Vic said hanging up. I groaned, getting up and getting dressed. I washed my face and put on some simple eyeliner. Just as I finished, I heard a knock at the door.
I opened it, Vic looking at me intently. I motioned for him to come in as he came in and hugged me. I breathed in the scent of him as I hugged him back. It felt like how it should be, me hugging him and not a problem in the world.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. I don’t know why I didn’t notice earlier. I thought she could be a distraction, but she was just another obstacle.” Vic sighed.
“What do you mean?” I asked him, pulling away so I could look into his eyes.
“I needed a distraction, Y/N.” Vic started, taking a deep breath.
“I needed a distraction because I was in love with you.” He said, his voice cracking.
“I’ve loved you since we were kids, you were my role model and inspiration. Growing up with you is the most amazing thing that’s ever happened in my life and we have an unbreakable bond. I couldn’t ask you out because I was scared, Y/N.” Vic whispered, his voice shaky.
"I was scared you didn’t love me back.” He said. I leaned up to him, tears flowing freely down my cheeks again as we kissed. We kissed through my hot tears, my dry, salty lips against his soft ones.
“I love you so much, I just wanted you to be happy.” I said, shaking.
“Don’t cry, I can’t stand to see you so sad.” He said, a single tear dripping out of his eye.
“I’m so happy, Vic. These aren’t sad tears. I loved you and still do.” I said as I kissed him once again as everything fell into place.
Could you do a Vic Fuentes Imagine? He is your brother and you are like in 10th grade or highschool, and you are sad because it’s your birthday, but then he surprises you by coming to the school with a big load of balloons and gifts? Something like that? Thank you! 💓
I nervously rub my hands together, a million thoughts running through my head as I sit in my bed. Today, the first day of school, also happened to be my birthday. My family consists of Vic, my oldest brother, and Mike, my second oldest. Mike was a complete druggie that dropped out of school to hang out and live life, which I wish I could do if I wasn’t so obsessed with my grades. Vic was going into twelfth, and I’m not even sure if he knows it’s my birthday of not. He’s so knit tight with his friends, it’s not like how it used to be where I followed him around and we chased around the ice cream truck together flailing around like idiots.
It was different and I hated it.
I get downstairs, grabbing some cereal from the top shelf and pouring it into a bowl as Mike comes tumbling down the stairs.
“N-Nobody tells mom!” Mike says, as if it was obvious (which it was) that he was completely hung over from the bonfire last night. “Sibling secrecy, right Y/N?”
“Right.” I sigh, pouring some milk. One sibling forgetting my birth, let’s keep a tally! “You good to drive?”
“Where? I don’t go to your stupid little algebra convention anymore, remember?” He snapped his fingers in my face, giggling and then rubbing his temples. “Aaaaand the hangover begins now.”
Vic comes tumbling down the stairs after him in a tie dye hoodie and black skinny jeans with his bag over his shoulder as he grabs a banana. “People to meet, stuff to do. Have a great intro to tenth grade, don’t eat the special at lunch, get in with the right crowd, big brother stuff.” He hugs me as he leaves as soon as he entered.
It felt like a punch in the face, because he is really the only person in the family that understands. Mom is, as much as we love her, a crazy conservative, and ever since dad left, it’s just been us. It’s always been me, Vic, and Mike, but now, I guess since Mike would be sipping a Starbucks in the apocalypse while Vic did homework, things changed.
I go back upstairs to get on my jeans and a sweatshirt as I walk down the street in the cool fall air. I get into school, and sit down on the bench as I wait for my best friend to get off the bus. She comes into the lobby as I hug her, almost in tears.
“What’s wrong? Y/N, you okay?” She says as I pull back, rubbing my eyes.
“He forgot my birthday. He fucking forgot my birthday!” I say. “My brother knows how much I hate my birthday ever since Mike and dad and… UGH! I’m so mad at him I could-”
“OUT OF MY WAY!” I hear my brothers voice screech from across the hall. You wouldn’t know it was him or not, his face was blocked out by a bunch of my favorite colored balloons. He’s rolling a ton of brightly wrapped gifts on a roller. “VACTOR FUNTITS, KING OF BIRTHDAYS COMING THROUGH!
I cover my mouth, apparently looking paralyzed as my best friend is shaking me. “Vic!” I laugh as he finally drops all the stuff by me, people clearing the way, some moving to next period but some sticking around.
“You really thought I’d forget your birthday that easily?” He gets out from behind the balloons, pulling me into the classic Vic ‘Shoving his hands around you and lifting you off the ground for a couple seconds’ hug. He wipes my eyes, and I didn’t even know I was crying a bit until he did. “Now open your gifts already! Big one first.” He is bouncing up and down like a five year old.
I smack his arm, ripping open the gift. I open the box it’s in, and see a ukelele. He knew I loved playing, I just couldn’t afford one. The next gift is in a smaller box, and when I open the box, I see a gorgeous charm bracelet with ice cream, a ukelele, a heart, and my favorite animal. I felt like a little kid on christmas again. The last one, I carefully rip open, and see two… concert tickets? “What are these for?”
“You know the band me and Mike started? Well, Mike is trying online school since this place won’t take him, and we found someone who works with a company that will sell us. We have our first show tonight.” He smiles from ear to ear as I look at the tickets.
“Pierce the veil.” I read out loud. I basically tackle him in a hug as he gently hugs me back. The bell rings, and he ties the balloons to a bench, as I get to first period.
Later that day, I meet Vic outside of school as we walk home. When we get home, we sit on our front steps, just talking. We’ve been beating around the bush, until he finally gets blunt. “Why do you think dad left?”
“I don’t know. I try not to think of it. He always said mom was the love of his life, so when I think of it too deeply, I blame it on Mike or myself. I mean, don’t you remember the incident?”
“When dad left,” Vic starts off calmly. “Mike had a total mental breakdown. He got completely smashed on tequila, and nothing has been the same since. I always blame it on how reckless I was when it happened. I swore to myself, I’d get good grades and do something and-” He stops. “Not end up like Mike.”
Then, we hear it.
The familiar jingle of the ice cream truck.
We both hop up as it wooshes past us, sprinting towards it and breathing heavily until it finally stops around the corner, and we order a bomb pop and a powerpuff girl ice cream pop. We catch our breath, then laughing so hard we lose it again, as he wraps his arm around me.
“Things are looking up, I promise.” I say. “No matter what dad did, Mike is trying to get better, and you’re a brilliant person. Brilliant people like you are gonna go somewhere.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Brilliant people like us are gonna go somewhere.”
“Love you Vic.”
“Love you too, Y/N.” He squeezes me. “Things are about to get so much better.”
Hope you like it, my first time writing for this blog <3 -max
This imagine includes self harm and suicide references. It is not meant to romanticise either thing in anyway, and if you are going through either of these things, please feel free to message me anytime.
Um yeah so I wrote this imagine because I was reading some other ones and got inspired, plus there’s nothing better to do between midnight and five in the morning. I’ve never written one before, so tell me if it’s really bad,
Everything’s Not Alright:
So this is it.
I can feel myself growing weaker and weaker. I want to phone for help.
No, this is what’s best for everyone.
I look over to where the note I scrawled earlier lies in the sink, along with the blood stained blade that was clasped in my hand until my hand was too weak to grip it, and it fell on top of my note to Vic. I didn’t want the note make me sound weak, or attention seeking, or selfish, or anything really, I just had to explain. He deserved that at least.
It wasn’t that I thought he’s miss me. I mean, it would shock him, and he would be upset initially. But he could do better. He could do so much better - everyone could. They’d all be better off without me.
So I kept the note simple.
‘Vic,I know you must have some understanding of how I feel, I hear you sing about this kind of thing a lot, I know how you’ve felt, and I’m so glad that’s all behind you now. You’re gonna do so great baby, you’ve still got so much left to give, and I don’t want to hold you back. I can’t hold you back. And that’s why it’s okay that I go. Please don’t feel like you should’ve done something, because I want you to know that you did. You did everything. You were the one person who made me feel beautiful once again. Even if it was just temporarily.I love you so much, and if I mean anything to you, sorry but I’ve made up my mind x’
The pills have begun to kick in, I feel so drowsy now, barely able to keep my eyes open, or focus my mind clearly on anything. Although there is one thing that keeps re-surfacing. I can’t help remembering Vic’s face, when he saw my cuts for the first time, after he came back from a gig one night. I think he genuinely cared.
Have I done the right thing? Should I not have taken them?
No, it’s okay, he’ll be okay. He’s strong, and he doesn’t need something like me holding him back. He almost didn’t play his show tonight because he’d been worried about me. Well that will be okay now, he won’t have to worry again. He’ll be free. I’ll be free.
I’m in that twilight zone now. I’m not quite here.
I can hear my heart beat, getting louder and louder. Or is it footsteps coming up the stairs?
Crash. The sound of the bathroom door slamming into the wall behind it made it clear. Vic was home. Shit. I’d hoped to not have to be awake when he got back, but as soon as he came into view, my brain welcomed the image of his soft face.
’Fuck. Babe, what’ve you done? Wha’. He whispered, because his voice wasn’t quite there. He couldn’t even finish his sentence before his trembling lip lead to a full break down into tears. He leant over me, placed an arm beneath my knees, and one behind my back and left arm, and scooped me up and out of the empty bath, clutching me close.
My drowsy eyes looked up into his, I recognised the desperation. When he spoke this time, it was barely audible, but easy to read on his lips. 'Why?’.
As he came close to breaking down again, I could feel his body quivering underneath me. He lay me down on the floor softly, before the quivering became more rapid, and he started shaking uncontrollably.
*Vic’s Point of View*
I couldn’t control my breathing, it was rapid and uneven. Why had she done this to herself? How had she done this? How had she carved so many deep cuts into her beautiful body?
Looking around for help, my eyes found the empty pill bottle that had been flung across the floor. As the adrenaline pumped through my body, I sat her up and pressed my fingers to the back of her throat, but she was too drowsy to react. I can’t give up. I begin to pat her increasingly harder on the back, and ram my fingers towards the back of her throat this time. I hesitate for a split second each time I do it, I don’t want to hurt her, I can’t stand being so forceful to something so delicate, but there’s no other way, she needs this to stay alive. I look down at her with such desperation, and yet again force my fingers deep into her mouth, and this time she gags. With sign of hope, I quickly repeat my actions, and finally she wretches, bringing up the contents of her stomach.
*Normal Point of View*
I suddenly begin to feel a lot more real, like I’ve been pulled back into the world. Why? Why did he do this? Couldn’t he see that this was what was best for him? I couldn’t have him constantly worrying about me when I wasn’t with him, that’s no life, and he deserved better. So why would he do this?
He’s still being quite rough with me, after I finish gaging, he cleans me up and lifts me to sit on the edge of the bath, resting me against the wall for the brief moment he turns his back on me, his hand never leaving mine. With his other hand, he quickly reaches into the cupboard and grabs a bottle, spins back round and empties the contents onto my arms, thighs and sides. The pain that had begun to fade with the drowsiness gushes back through my body, into each individual gash. My body jumps as I tense up and yell out in pain, but he grabs me and pulls me in close. After the initial flood of pain subsides, I relax my body a little, and Vic leans me back up against the wall. He says something as he rushes out of the bathroom, but I don’t pay much attention. I feel so exhausted and weak, emotionally and physically. I close my eyes. Vic comes racing back into the room with a huge roll of soft white bandages, and, more gently this time, approaches me and begins to lift my arm and wrap it carefully. Each time I wince he pauses and looks at me apologetically, and each time I give him a weak smile, to let him know I’m okay.
He tends to each part of my torn flesh, then, being careful to avoid touching any of the wounded areas, he lifts me and carries me through to our bedroom.
He lies me down, pulls the blanket up from the bottom of the bed, then wraps my body with his, gently kissing the back of my head.
I close my eyes, and fall asleep almost immediately.
The few times I wake up, I look around, panicked, but Vic’s still right there, wide awake, holding me tight.
The next day, I wake up late in the afternoon, and hear Vic talking to someone downstairs, he sounds as though he’s crying.
By the time I gather up the strength to sit up, and get out of bed, Vic has come in, his phone in his hand.
I smile at him, and he rushes over and sits me back down, he can see I’m trembling with the effort of standing.
'Who was that on the phone?’ I ask.
'Oh, you heard? I wasn’t sure that you were awake.’
'I only heard you just as you were hanging up’.
He looks at the floor, then up at me. 'It was Tony,’ he says, 'he says he’s coming over to see how you are. He was, uh, devistated when I told him.’
'You told Tony?!’ I wasn’t annoyed at Vic, but Tony had been my best friend since we were kids, and he’s already dealt with enough of my shit.
'All the guys knew what I suspected when I left the gig last night, I’m sorry. I did try and tell him you probably wouldn’t be up for seeing anyone, but he said he had to see you. He sounded desperate.’
'It’s okay Vic, it’ll be okay seeing him. I guess I’ll have to clean myself up a bit then’, I say, as I glance in the mirror on the wall. 'I look like utter shit.’
He’s about to say something, when I stand up, and with all the strength I can gather, walk across to my dressing table, and pick up my hairbrush. I begin to lift the brush to my head, but my arms feel so heavy today. Seeing me struggle, Vic comes over.
'Here,’ he says, as he sits me down on the floor at the end of the bed, and he sits on the bed. Then he carefully takes the loose bun which he must have tied last night, unties the band, and begins to brush my hair gently. I let my head fall back onto his lap as he continues to brush my hair slowly, and after a while, I feel him begin to tremble.
Although I’m facing away from him, I can feel him crying. Here it comes. 'Why did you do it babe?!’ he blurts out. I begin to tremble as well, and tears fill my eyes, but I remain silent. 'I don’t… I can’t… I mean… What if I’d got home five minutes later? What if you’d taken the pills five minutes earlier? What if you’d done something that killed you instantly? I just can’t help thinking about all these what ifs!’
I want to say something, I want to explain, but I can’t. The back of my throat starts to sting, and no words come out. But then, all of a sudden, my words find me again.
'I couldn’t do it anymore! I couldn’t live my life watching you be, well, you, and know that you had to put up with me everyday. You’re beyond perfect and I don’t even compare to you, and if you weren’t going to let me break up with you for your own sake, I had to find another way of freeing you!'
His hands had stopped brushing my hair now, and he pulls his legs up into his chest and rests his head into his knees. It was obvious he was in floods of tears, but I couldn’t face him, I couldn’t see him like that, it would break me.
'You don’t need to be perfect, because you’re perfect for me! I don’t go out with you because I feel sorry for you, or because I feel like I can’t break up with you, or because you’re best friends with Tony, or for any other reason, it because I’m so fucking deeply, madly, stupidly in love with you okay?!’ He was yelling pretty loud, and he realises. His voice becomes more gentle as he slides down onto the floor next to me, and touches my cheek for me to look at him. 'I’m so fucking in love with you, and I couldn’t live if anything happened to you.’
'I’m sorry,’ I whisper through my tears, and he pulls me in close and presses his face against mine.
*A couple of hours later*
The doorbell rings, and Vic gets up from lying behind me on the sofa. I hear him unlatch the door, and as soon as it opens, Tony throws himself into Vic’s arms, giving him a reassuring hug. Their hug lasts for at least a minute, then I hear Tony ask where I am. He runs through to the sitting room doorway, where he sees me, and stops. We make eye contact, and I can see the sadness in his eyes. He walks across the room, and as I sit up, he flings himself around me. I wince as the cuts in my body twinge, but smile. He holds me tight, like he has so many times before, then, when he eventually pulls back, looks me straight in the eye, and smiles. 'Im so glad you’re okay’. He kisses me on the forehead, then rejoins Vic, who was stood watching from the doorway.
As I lie back down, I can hear them talking in the kitchen, they both sound so emotional, I can’t believe I did this to them.
That night in bed, I roll over to face Vic, who’s eyes are closed, but I know he is awake.
'I love you so much.’ I whisper. His eyes remain closed, but he smiles. 'I love you too babe, more than you could ever imagine.’
“Mmmm, muy caliente, bella!” Jaime said loudly as I walked out of the bathroom. I was dressed for the club, that’s for sure. I giggled and walked up to him, giving him a small hug as he placed a peck on my cheek. Jaime was like my big brother. I had known him for a long time and when he started playing with Pierce The Veil, naturally I met the rest of the guys and got to know them, too.
“Hey, man, lay off my lady,” Vic teased as he entered the room. Vic was my best friend next to Jaime. He was the first one Jaime introduced me to and we had a connection ever since. I have to admit, I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Vic. I don’t know if that was exactly replicated, but things between us got a little tense and awkward sometimes…sexually, that is. We just always found ourselves in compromising situations. But, Vic being the great guy that he is never acted on it. Unfortunately.
“Shush, both of you,” I ordered playfully, pointing my finger at each of them with a small glare. They raised their hands in defeat and backed off with a laugh.
“Everyone ready?” Mike asked as he poked his head in the door, Tony following. We all nodded and headed out. Vic fell in step behind me and I felt his breath tickle my ear.
“You do look very nice, though,” he whispered. I blushed and thanked him quietly. As I crawled into the cab, I could so feel Vic staring at my ass, which this dress made look amazing might I add. I smirked at him when he shuffled next to me. As we rode, I felt Vic’s hand brush against the exposed skin on my leg, tiny shocks popping wherever he touched, no matter how brief it may have been.
“Let’s paaaaartaaaaaaay!” Mike announced when we piled out of the car and into the loud building. Partying with the guys was always fun. They really knew how to have a good time. When we got in and got our drinks, everyone kind of branched off to do their own thing. Mike and Tony went off to talk to some people they recognized, Jaime had a girl draped over his shoulder already, and so that left Vic and I with each other.
“You wanna dance?” Vic asked me as he finished his drink. I shrugged in agreement, downing what was left in my glass and letting him lead out to the floor. We moved to the music awkwardly at first, then got into a rhythm. We frequented trips to the bar, taking turn doing shots and trying all kinds of things I had never heard of before. I swear, within a few hours Vic and I had gone through an entire Bartending for Dummies book of drinks. To say the least, we were pretty smashed.
“I love this song!” I shouted. Uptown Funk blasted through the club. Not something you typically heard in a place like this, but I guess it was so catchy the DJ couldn’t help himself. I dragged him to the dance floor, keeping my body close to his so no other girls could get close to him.
“Whatcha doin’ there?” he asked, his eyes clouding over as he grinned down at me. My hands were running up his body to wrap around his neck as my hips swayed to the music. Vic’s grip drifted to my hips, spinning me around and encouraging me to grind against him, which I gladly did.
“What are you doing?” I slurred playfully, feeling his hands glide over my body. We laughed and he bent his head to my neck, placing small kisses on the heated skin. “Victor,” I warned. I knew he knew what he was doing to me, and it was bordering dangerously on turning me.
“Hmmm?” he hummed innocently, his fingers brushing through my hair. I turned to face him, our alcohol-scented breath mingling before our lips finally met. His hands traveled to my ass and i tugged on his hair. Before I knew it, Vic was leading me somewhere. The cool night air hit my face as he opened a side door. It felt nice compared to the heat inside.
“Vic-” I started, but was soon cut off as his lips smashed to mine hungrily. My body was shoved up against the wall, trapped by Vic molding to my contours. One hand tugged in my hair while the other pressed to the small of my back, keeping me against him. Vic’s tongue darted into my mouth, not even bothering to ask. I didn’t protest, letting the taste of Jack on his tongue mix the flavor of Tequila on my own. I clawed up and down his back, trying desperately to get underneath his shirt to feel the strong muscles of his back. Vic’s mouth moved down to my neck, relentlessly biting and licking and sucking while I let out small moans. He found the hem of my dress, pulling it up and running his hands up the insides of my thighs, turning me on.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to do this, Y/N,” he whispered gruffly in my ear, nibbling after he spoke. My hands fiddled with the button on his pants, finally getting them undone and jerking the hem down so I could ave access to his boxers, and, finally, his dick.
“Oh, I think I do,” I said back seductively. Vic let out a moan as I moved my hand back and forth. I reached out for his lips, catching his bottom one in between my teeth and giving a light, sexy tug.
“Fuck, come here,” he growled, moving my hands and shoving my dress up. His fingers rubbed outside my underwear. “Mmmm, fuck yes.” Moving my panties to the side, Vic ran his fingers up and down, teasing me before inserting one. I let out a gasp and arched my chest into him. He removed them and they were soon replaced by something much more satisfying. Vic was not gentle, but went right at it, thrusting fast and hard. I cried out in pleasure at the feel of him. “God, you feel amazing.”
“Oh, fuck,” I let out, tossing my head back and wrapping my legs around his waist as our bodies rocked back and forth together. I pulled on his hair and dug my nails into his shoulders as we both grew closer and closer before finally falling apart. Vic pulled out and we stayed that way for a second, catching our breath.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for years,” he confessed. I smirked at him and fixed my dress, heading for the door of the club.
“I’m glad you finally did. I was getting tired of waiting.”
Can I get a Vic Fuentes one where no one really likes his girlfriend (the guys know you have a crush on Vic and she’s mean to you and crap) and they’ve been dating for a month and he ditches your birthday party. You get upset but at the end it was because he broke up with with his girlfriend to tell you that he loves you and fluff fluff fluff please <3 (Sorry if it’s long)
I pull into the driveway of one of my best friend’s house. It’s my birthday, but I’d rather just chill at home with my close friends. Especially since my best friends are all in a band together and are away on tour most of them time.
I knock and my friend Mike opens the door.
“Y/N! Happy birthday.” He says, hugging me.
“Thank you!” I smile. I come in and all of a sudden “SURPRISE!!!”
All of my close friends jump up and have huge smiles on their faces.
“I hate you guys.” I say, half joking.
I go around and hug everyone and thank them for coming. I finally get back to Mike, Jaime, and Tony.
“Where’s Vic?” I ask, looking around for him.
The guys all look at each other and look down.
“He isn’t coming.” Jaime says quietly.
“What? Why?” I say shocked. All four guys are my best friend but Vic has always been there for me. I admit I’ve always had a crush on him, but he really is a great friend.
“His girlfriend didn’t want to come.” Tony says, sounding annoyed.
“And we all know princess always gets what she wants.” Mike says, taking a drink.
“I…I can’t believe that. We’ve been friends for years! He’s been dating her for what? A Month?” I almost yell. I feel my face getting red from how angry I am.
I decide to go get a drink and feel my phone vibrate. I got a text from Vic:
Happy Birthday. Wish I could be there.
Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me? I am not even worth a phone call?
At this point I am so mad, no amount of alcohol will help me forget.
I step out into the back yard and Jaime follows me.
“What are you doing?” He asks. I show him the message and he just looks at me. He knows that I have maybe had feelings for Vic in the past.
“What are you going to do?” He asks, already knowing what I want to do.
I take my phone back and call Vic. Jaime is staring at me waiting to see what happens.
“It went straight to voicemail.” I said to Jaime.
“Y/N, don’t let this ruin your birthday.” Jaime says, hugging me.
“I’m going to at least leave a voicemail.” I tell Jaime, trying to hold back tears.
He nods and goes back inside to let me do this. I call Vic again and it goes straight to voicemail.
“Hey Vic. It’s Y/N, you know, one of your best friends. Yeah, it’s my birthday and well you’re obviously not here and that’s fucked up. I have gone across the world go see you on times you needed me and you can’t even show up for my birthday? Well I hope this bitch of a girlfriend is worth it. Don’t call me back.”
I wipe away a few tears, take a few deep breaths, and go back inside. I do my best to have a good time. I smile, dance, and drink but I’m really just heartbroken.
The guys knew I was upset and they offered to take me home, but I really just wanted to be alone. I left my car at Mike’s place because I was definitely too drunk and emotional at this point so I called a cab.
I get to my apartment and just collapse on the couch. Why do I let him get to me like this? He’s had plenty of girlfriends through our friendship, but he’s never let it interfere with our friendship.
The more I think about it, the more I hate him. I go into the kitchen and grab some ice cream. I know I should sleep, but I’m too angry. I turn on Bob’s Burgers and hope it will make me feel better.
Half way through the episode I hear a knock on my door. It has to be one of the guys, they worry too much.
I get up, unlock the door, and open it without looking away from the TV.
I finally look and see Vic standing in front of me.
“I don’t want to talk to you.” I say and start to close the door.
“Y/N, please let me explain.” He says, holding the door open and putting his face close to me.
“There’s nothing to explain Vic. I’m going to bed now.” I use all my strength to close the door but he over powers me.
“Please, just give me five minutes.”
I know I shouldn’t but I stop pushing the door and let him in. He is my best friend after all.
“You have five minutes. That’s it.” I say, pausing Bob’s Burgers and sitting down on the couch.
Vic sits next to me and just looks at me.
“Are you going to speak?” I ask rudely. “You’ve already ruined my birthday, please don’t make it worse.”
He looks at his hands for a second and takes a deep breath.
“I wanted to come, I really did, but I had other things I really needed to take care of.”
“Vic, you were with your girlfriend. I got it, she’s more important. No need to make it worse.”
“Y/N, that’s not it!” He says, sounding frustrated. “Have I ever let a girl get in the way of our friendship? Do you really think I would let some girl tell me I can’t be with my best friend?”
“You just did Vic! Not only did you blow me off, but on my birthday! And it was because some girl told you not to go, so excuse me Vic for believing you would do exactly what you did.” I’m standing now, waving my arms around as I talk. I’m trying to remain calm but I’m so pissed.
“We broke up, Y/N! We fucking broke up because I would never, and I mean never, let someone tell me I can’t be with my best friends especially when they’ve always been there for me.”
My heart breaks a little when he finishes talking. What do I even say to that? Before I could even think of something to say Vic starts to talk again.
“And that’s not the only reason we broke up, Y/N.” Vic says, looking at me. I can tell he wants me to ask what the other reason was.
“Vic, I don’t want to know about your relationship.”
“Just ask Y/N.”
I’m really annoyed at this point. “Why, Vic? Why did you break up with her?”
“Because I’m in love with you, Y/N.”
My jaw drops. “Are…are you serious?” I’ve waited years to hear these words come out of his mouth and now I don’t even know what to say.
“I’ve always loved you. I was just afraid to tell you and tonight, when I thought I could lose you, I decided it was worth the risk to tell you how I feel. I am in love with you Y/N and I want to be with you more then anything else.” I’m still in shock but Vic takes my silence better then a no. He moves closer and grabs my hands and kisses them. “If you’re willing to try this, then so am I.”
“Vic, there is nothing I want more in this world.” I finally say.
He smiles, puts his hand on my cheek and kisses me. My stomach feels like there’s a firework show.
“I don’t think you understand how long I’ve waited for this.” I smile in-between kisses.
The Luckiest Girl (All Time Low + Pierce The Veil + Sleeping With Sirens)
So this is a series of imagines about a girl touring with All Time Low, Pierce The Veil and Sleeping With Sirens and almost all the band members liking her with moments for each of them.
I just created ‘The Dream Tour’ that consists of ATL, PTV & SWS.
First: Alex Gaskarth
I’ll be touring with YN. Finally. I met YN back on Warped Tour and ever since we became best of friends. Though I wanted it to more. No one knows who she is. They only know that I’ll be bringing a friend and they’re quite ecstatic about it.
We arrived finally in Starbucks where YN will be waiting for us. I jumped down the bus and walked inside the coffee shop to find YN sipping on her coffee with a small content smile on her lips. I felt like smiling just seeing her, my heart skipped a beat.
“YN!” I yelled too loudly causing not only’s YN’s eyes to look at me but the other customers as well. I ignored them and rushed to the beautiful girl, hugging the life out of her.
“Hello to you too.” she laughed, hugging me back. I pulled away and planted a kiss on her forehead.
“I missed you.” I said and she just smiled. “I missed you too.”
“Let’s go to the bus? The boys are dying to meet you.” I asked and she nodded.
I pulled her suitcase while she held her black bag on her shoulder and her coffee. We walked quickly to the bus because we were already attracting attention. We walked inside the bus. I pushed her suitcade to the side and walked YN to the front lounge. All the boys eyes snapped up and widened at the sight of her. I felt jealousy coursing my veins. I know YN’s gorgeous as fuck but only I get to stare at her like that.
“Guys this is YN. YN meet Jack, Zack and Rian.” I said, faking a smile.
YN smiled widely and gave each boys a hug, something she always do when meeting someone and seriously it gets me jealous as fuck. Jack and Zack seemed to be in a daze just staring at the angel from above.
“Nice go meet you lads. Xander has told me lot about you.” she said, her British accent kicking in. It was so fucking hot.
“Alex has too.” Rian said, seemingly the only one to compose himself. At least he knows he has a girlfriend.
“I hope those were good things.” she joked and adjusted the snapback on her head. YN acted boyish but it’s adorable. And it makes her extra beautiful.
“It was.” Rian said with a smile, glancing at me for a second.
Jack finally composed himself and started talking to YN as if they were long lost best friends. I just rolled my eyes mentally and 'focused’ on my phone even though I could hear YN’s loud laughs and snorts because of Jack’s jokes.
“You know, if looks could kill, Jack’s murdered for a million times.” Rian whispered on my ear. I ignored him and he just chuckled.
“It’s so obvious that you three like her.” Rian whispered again, making me look at him and raise my eyebrow suspiciously. He pointed Zack and I moved my glance to him. He was in his usual quiet state, though his eyes seem to glimmer in pure adoration and his lips twitched in a small smile. He was watching YN’s every action. He was looked like he was bitten by a love bug.
I groaned quietly, making Rian chuckle again.
“Move fast or someone will.” Rian said before engaging on YN and Jack’s conversation.
We soon arrived in New York our first destination where we will be meeting Pierce The Veil and Sleeping With Sirens. I was excited to play but not excited to introduce YN to the others. Surely she’ll be everyone’s apple of their eyes. And fuck it, I was the first one to meet her.
We all went down the bus, YN still talking to Rian and Jack. The tall Lebanese was literally glowing just by talking to YN.
We approached the tents by ours and we can already see PTV talking and goofing around.
“Alex!” Vic exclaimed, running to me and giving me a hug. Ever since A Love Like War, we’ve been extra close that the fans made up another ship, Valex. (I SHIP VALEX HARD)
“Hey there Vicz.” I laughed. We all greeted each other while the PTV guys’ eyes were fixed on YN.
“Guys this is YN, my best friend. YN meet Vic, Mike, Jaime and Tony.” I said. YN seemed frozen, I knew she likes PTV so much.
“Oh I have their names tattooed in my mind.” she joked when she snapped back to reality. We all chuckled but I have to admit that I’m getting jealous again.
Mike and Jaime, who seemed to be attracted instantly to YN, started their conversations as Vic talked to me.
“You shouldn’t have brought YN.” Vic said. I creased my eyebrows in confusion.
“Why is that?”
“It’s so obvious you like her. Bringing her to Dream Tour is like giving sharks a piece of meat.” Vic said and I chuckled at the comparison. But I knew what he said was true. YN is one gorgeous lass and I know every boy will set their eyes on her.
“So you don’t like her then?” I asked Vic and he just smirked.
“I didn’t say that.” he winked and left my mouth hanging open.
Sleeping With Sirens arrived ten minutes after us and once again, YN is the center of attraction.
“You’re so funny, YN!” Justin said, as he laughed again because of YN’s knock knock joke. Kellin and the others laughed along and even though I know Kellin has Katelynn I felt nervous about how he looked at YN.
They continued their conversation while Jack, Mike, Vic and Jaime talked about YN. Zack, Rian, Tony and I sat far from them but I can see Zack and Tony’s gaze fixed on YN.
“Uh-oh. YN’s being a heartthrob.” Rian teased me and I just rolled my eyes.
“Seriously dude. Make your move. You met her first. You should have an edge.” Rian reminded and I nodded, knowing that Rian is right.
Pierce went for soundcheck while Sleeping was out in a meet and greet so it was just us and the other crew. YN sat beside me and gave me a small smile.
“You’re awfully quiet.” YN said, subconsciously biting the inside of her cheek. It’s so cheesy that I notice the littlest things she does that she doesn’t even know.
“At last you notice.” I mumbled but I think she heard.
“I’m sorry, Xands. I know we should be catching up. I was just so caught up to talking to you guys when the last time I did it was with my posters.” she joked again and I can’t help hut let out a small laugh. I love it how she calls me Xander or Xands. It’s so damn adorable.
“Fine. I forgive you. But just because you hang posters of me on your bedroom wall.” I joked back and she laughed, her eyes closing and nose crinkling.
“I missed you, Xander.” she whispered, staring on my eyes. My heart raced and I almost passed out at how she looked at me.
I leaned in closer and I can barely hear her breath hitching. “I missed you too, YN.”
Our lips were almost touching, I can feel her hot breath on my lips that smelt like chocolate.
“Alex! Souncheck!” Jack shouted, making YN’s eyes widened and moved away from me.
“U-Uh, I’ll go, uh, eat.” YN said before scurrying away from me.
I groaned and held my head on my hands.
So fucking close.
So that’s it. Jack Barakat for the next part. The next part might be tomorrow or the other day based on the notes. ;) KIDDING DONT HATE ME
Request: can you do one where you go to the hospital and the guys think youve been ignoring them and are mad at them because they dont know about your problems and so you finaly have to confess that you tried to kill yourself and they are just a big support system to you after that and yeah just really sappy
a/n: first things first, im honestly very pleased with the outcome of this imagine. Unfortunately, having little to no computer access makes it hard for me to do certain things. As youre reading youll notice things such as mistakes that i havent seen cause sometimes theyre hard to spot on my phone. Youll also notice that the spacing of some things, like the paragraphs for example, are really weird. I can edit this completely as soon as i can get on a computer. Sorry it took so long but i hope you guys like it. Its also slightly different from the request but not by much, and its really long cause i got carried away with this one haha. Anyways, let me know what you guys think! -A x)
His wrist burned. The hot prickling on his skin felt as if it was coming up from inside, as if a thousand needles were pushing up through the taut muscle and back down again. It was as if a blow torch was being held just above him, fire roaring down over his wrist; constantly, consistently, so painful that it made his heart beat faster each second. It burned so much that it pulled him into consciousness, and as the weak November light flooded his bedroom, his brain ran into overdrive.
He didn’t know what the hell he had done to cause such pain, how he could have done anything all, having been curled up in bed for the past ten hours. But he did know that it hurt so much it was almost bringing him to tears. Causing his breath to falter short with each drag of cool air. Causing him to finally look down, though he dreaded what he’d find.
It was a tattoo.
Beads of ink still lay atop the tan skin; raw redness outlined the word that was now permanently engraved into his arm. He traced over the marks with a light finger, biting his lip as the sensation increased. The skin around the black font was hot and he didn’t like it at all. He didn’t like how much it hurt, he didn’t like how the tattoo meant absolutely nothing to him, he didn’t even like the tattoo. Not massively, anyway. He shoved his blanket off with his heels and gently pulled himself up from bed, careful not to bash his wrist on anything in the process. A muddle of furrowed eyebrows, the boy pulled himself down the stairs and into the living area below. She was there, thank god. Just who he needed.
“Y'alright, sweetheart?” Chas asked pleasantly, looking up from her breakfast to meet Aaron’s eyes. Aaron used his good wrist to knock the door closed before he rubbed his eyes, cleared his throat, and walked over to his mum. The floor was cold on his bare feet, and he dreaded what his mother might say about the ink that was slowly sinking into his skin. Nothing good, no doubt.
“I didn’t go out drinkin’ last night, did I?” His voice was a combination of quiet and soft panic - though he tried not to let that become too clear to her. He didn’t want her worried, nor suspicious.
“I don’t know, love, it was my day off so I had an early one,” she replied casually. She had turned back to face her food, leaving Aaron free to study the new addition to his arm without her noticing. She didn’t hear the confusion in Aaron’s voice, nor did she find it strange that her son couldn’t remember the night before. Not that it was unusual, however.
Aaron signed and ran his hands over his face in an attempt to calm himself down, but flinched harshly at the shooting pain it caused. He needed to be more careful.
Before he had chance to speak, another voice rang out from behind Chas.
“I’m sure you were in bed early, too, pet. You were in ya room by eight.” Aaron’s eyes flickered to the person at the opposite end of the room. Aaron hadn’t even noticed Diane’s presence before she had spoken and, given the fact he was already vulnerable and panic-stricken, it made him jump a mile. She chuckled and shook her head fondly. He didn’t think she’d be too fond of him after what he was about to show them.
“Okay then…” Aaron mumbled to the two women in front of him, “So how, and why, do I have this?”
Chas and Diane leant over to have a look at the wrist that was presented in front of them. Aaron expected a lecture about permanently acquiring meaningless words on his oh-so-precious skin from his mum. A raised voice, at the very least. He expected disappointed head shakes and tutting from Diane. But what he got instead was very different.
Chas’ face lit up with sudden excitement and delight, as she carefully reached out a hand to pull her son’s wrist for closer examination. Aaron hissed, but his mum didn’t apologise. Taking longer to understand Chas’ excitement, Diane gasped and stood to shuffle closer, leaning over Chas with her hands on the younger woman’s shoulders. Aaron raised his brows and looked at them both in turn. “Well?”
“Don’t ya know what this is, Aaron?” The confusion in his mum’s voice was starting to annoy Aaron, now, and the kitchen paper that was being unapologetically pressed over the tattoo was making him extremely grouchy.
“No, mum, what is it? How do you know what it is when I don’t?” he asked with a sigh. He wasn’t in the mood for all the secrets. Not today.
“Oh, honey. Ya really don’t know, do ya? This is the first word your soulmate will say to ya. Your soulmate! Don’t ya find that exciting?” Aaron could really see how excited his mum was, and he could see that he was being a bit of a downer. He hadn’t even smiled at her yet. He nodded, forced a smile, and pulled his hand out of his mum’s reach.
“Yeah, okay, thanks,” he grumbled quickly, pulling the door back open and making himself scarce before anything else could be said. Soulmate? Yeah, right.
“How come you don’t ‘ave one, then?” The question came seemingly out of nowhere, and the light was now strong, pouring through the windows from the late afternoon sky. Vic hardly looked up from cooking, and Aaron had to clear his throat to catch her attention.
“Huh? Oh, erm, I dunno. Obviously nowhere near finding my soulmate.” She threw a look at the scowling man in the corner, and Aaron chuckled.
“Or, maybe you’ve already found him,” Adam huffed stubbornly, earning a gentle punch on the arm and a 'lighten up, mate’ from his best friend. Adam rolled his eyes and scratched the back of his head, pretending to think.
“Hm, I dunno. Hey, maybe it’s Finn!” Aaron really did punch him that time, sending Adam to the floor in a howling mess. Pots and pans crashed to the floor around them, but Adam continued to laugh at the sour look on Aaron’s face.
“Oi, leave my best friend alone!” Vic scolded the two. “He’s a nice guy, Aaron. Why is the thought of Finn being your soulmate such a horrible idea?”
“Because I’ve already slept with him and that would be weird and awkward.” There was a hint of finality in his voice, but the way his eyes avoided Vic’s gave away how desperate he was for her to stop scrutinising him. She sighed, but took pity on him.
“Pick up those pots, idiot, and stop laughing. He’s your brother! And, anyway, just think. If Aaron and Finn got married, you and Aaron would be brothers-in-law!” It took a while for Adam to stop laughing, but when he did, he nudged Aaron with his elbow and grinned.
“Cmon, mate, how great would that be? Havin’ me as a brother?” Aaron shook his head in silence and pushed the idea out of his head.
“It can’t be Finn because I already know Finn. I already know what the first word I heard from him was, and it definitely wasn’t this,” he confirmed and gestured to the mark on his wrist. It had cleared up almost immediately, which had confused him further. What kind of tattoo took a matter of hours to heal up? Adam shrugged at his girlfriend and she cleared her throat, snapping Aaron from his thoughts.
“I dunno then. Now, if you insist on bein’ in my kitchen, I need help. Robert is coming home tonight and I still haven’t done half the food for the party Diane is throwin’.”
“And Robert is..?”
“You know Robert, Aaron! My brother, you know? Blonde hair?”
Aaron tipped his head back in acknowledgement, but was still slightly in the dark. He was vaguely aware of a slim, blonde figure from his past, and Aaron, once again, gave up all hope of finding this 'soulmate’. Robert was a lot older than he was and Aaron remembered him as quite unattractive - with a personality to match. “I guess I’ll have to wait to find this soulmate of mine.” And with that, Aaron got to work.
Aaron pulled at the lapels of his suit jacket and shoved violently at his hair. “Mum, I really don’t care about this 'Robert’ guy.” His tone was whiny and showed his frustration. Being forced to go to a party wasn’t his idea of fun - especially not for a guy he didn’t even know. He’d rather have gone straight to bed.
“The last time you saw him, you were barely a teenager. He’ll want to see you!” Chas remarked, but Aaron doubted Robert would even remember him. Still, he didn’t want to upset his mother, so he shoved his phone into his pocket and left to meet Adam and Vic in the pub where the party had already started. The heat of the room hit him like a tonne of bricks, the smell of alcohol passing through him and causing him to calm down almost immediately. He scanned the room quickly but his gazed stopped on a tall, handsome figure in the corner at the far end of the room. It was him.
Aaron was bewildered. That was certainly not how he remembered Robert to be. Sandy hair swept across his face, cheekbones sharp enough to cut rock. The suit he wore clung to his body in a way that sent Aaron’s head reeling and that smile did something to him that nothing else did.
“Alright, mate, ya can stop starin’ at Vic’s brother, now.” Adam’s stupid laugh pierced Aaron’s thoughts, and he could feel his cheeks heating up beneath his soft stubble. “If you married him and I married Vic we could be brothers-in-law. You don’t need to marry Finn after all!” Aaron sent Adam a glare and rubbed the back of his head. He needed to calm down. Adam bit his lip, before speaking in a hushed voice. “Think 'e might be your soulmate or whatever?”
Aaron tutted and rolled his eyes at his friend. “As if Robert Sugden is gonna talk to me,” Aaron mumbled in defeat, rubbing at his eyes and trying to get Robert out of his head. Nonetheless, he still couldn’t stop his eyes from sliding to the left to look Robert up and down once more.
Robert was already looking at him.
Aaron turned his head painfully fast. He felt a twinge in his neck which immediately began to burn. It reminded him of the pain in his wrist that he experienced that morning. He could hear the embarrassment rushing in his ears. Robert Sugden had caught him checking him out. “He’s still starin’, man,” Adam wriggled his eyebrows in Aaron’s direction, “he’s totally after ya.”
Aaron shoved back his chair; the screeching friction between the legs and floor was completely drowned out by the music that boomed throughout the pub. His head was banging and he had to get away. He knew he wouldn’t be allowed out back yet - the party had only been on for a few hours. He needed to calm down, needed to cool down, before anyone saw him the way he was. That would be embarrassing for all involved. Keeping his head down and his shaky hands deep in his pockets, he attempted to slip silently out of the pub. He twisted and turned around bodies and tables, aiming to reach the door as fast as possible.
Obviously, he wasn’t successful. Before long, Vic was grabbing at his shirt and pulling him through to the kitchen. While it was cooler in there, Vic left the door wide open. Soon enough, Robert had moved to be in his line of sight once again. He was incessant. Aaron swallowed thickly and turned his back on him, hoping to god Vic would hurry up and let him leave.
“He’s all over ya, Aaron! He won’t stop askin’ about ya!” Aaron’s cheeks grew evermore bright with embarrassment and false hope. Thoughts of Robert actually wanting to see him took over his brain, and he could only watch as Vic’s mouth continued to move but he failed to listen. He shuffled about uncomfortably, but the smile on his face was growing steadily and it wouldn’t leave.
“Thanks, Vic, can I leave now? I need some fresh air.” Aaron excused himself without another word from Vic. Keeping his head down, he pressed himself again the wall to try an slide past Robert unnoticed, but his hand brushed against Robert’s at the last minute. He felt Robert’s hand, warm and soft, not at all tense. He wondered what it would be like to hold that hand everyday. Mortified, Aaron tried to leave before Robert saw him, but he could feel his eyes burning on his back until he left the building.
He’d never felt like this before. The cold autumn air stung his lungs as he took slow, calming breaths. His head swam with dark, dirty thoughts that only increased the shaking of his hands. He shouldn’t have been thinking those things about his friend’s brother. He shouldn’t have been thinking those things about Robert flaming Sugden full stop. He took a step away from the doorway, as if distancing himself from Robert would stop this feeling altogether. He almost fell over his own feet. He felt dizzy and sick and he could feel the excessive amounts of alcohol swimming through him. Maybe it was just the alcohol. Surely, it was just the alcohol.
Aaron couldn’t see, but he knew full well who it was. He closed his eyes and took another stinging breath, clenching his fists to push away the filthy thoughts that just would not go away. He didn’t want to feel this way about the older man. Aaron wanted to get to know him and listen to him and understand him when no one else could. When no one else would. But these other feelings were there too. So strong, taking over his entire body. The person behind him took another step closer, and another, until he was completely pressed against Aaron’s back. A cold sweat swept over Aaron’s body, his breathing hitched in his throat. He couldn’t speak. The sound of their slow breaths mingled in the dark of the night. Aaron could feel Robert’s breath on the back of his neck and it made him shudder.
“Angels do exist, eh?”
The soft sound of Robert’s voice wrapped around Aaron’s mind, around his lungs, around his heart, around his gut. He swayed slowly, lifting a shaky wrist from his pocket. He was hardly able to keep his balance. His blurred vision could just make out the word tattooed to his wrist. He’d read it over and over again throughout the day, but looking at it now, it felt as if he’d never seen it before.
It was possibly the most random word that could possibly have been tattooed onto his body. It couldn’t possibly be Robert, right? There was always a chance that his next word wouldn’t be tattooed to Robert’s smooth, pale skin. He had to clear his throat and take a deep breath before he could answer the taller man.
“Devils do too, I guess,” he retorted shakily, his eyes squeezed shut. He felt a hand slip into his own, fingers linking and clasping tight. It felt familiar, having last touched him only minutes before. Aaron cracked one eyelid open, slowly glancing down at the hand wrapped around his own. He could see his tattoo, and under the bright light of the November moon, he could read Robert’s too. In thick black ink, font matching his own, Aaron could read the tattoo clear as anything.
Can I please have an imagine where Vic and you are at a party together. He won’t keep his hands off of other girls. You then pulls him aside and says your not comfy with him being all touchy with all the girls and want to go home. And him being drunk tells you to fucking walk home. You ask him multiple times but he is still touching other girls and you leave walking home. You give him the silence treatment and avoid him for a month. He then go to your house and you two start fighting. Then fluff
“Ready?” Vic asked, smiling over at me. I checked one last time to make sure I had everything and then nodded. We headed out the door and to the cab that was waiting for us. I was going to a party with my long time best friend and kind of boyfriend, Vic Fuentes. We weren’t officially dating, but things between us had moved just a tad past friendship.
“Thank you,” I told the driver as he dropped us off. We went in and immediately began the night right, grabbing drinks and dancing playfully to the loud music. We saw the other members of the band there having a good time as well. As the night went on, though, things began to move downhill. Vic was pretty drunk a few hours in, and I told him I was heading to the bathroom. When I came back, I found him surrounded by four different girls. And the contact did not seem to be unwanted. I tried to ignore it for awhile, but eventually it got to be too much.
“Vic,” I said, wedging my way in between them all. They were laughing and hanging off of his frame as he danced with them all.
“Hey! I haven’t seen you in awhile!” he shouted over the music happily.
“I’ve been here for the last fifteen minutes,” I replied curtly. Was he kidding? I stopped dancing so I could talk to him better, but was shoved out of the way by a girl who started to grind on Vic. My mouth dropped as he put his hands on her hips, pulling her ass to his crotch, and let out a loud cheer. “Come here.” I grabbed his arm and dragged him off to the side despite the protests of those sluts.
“What the hell?” he slurred angrily.
“Vic, I’m not comfortable with all these girls up on you like that,” I explained, hoping he would understand.
“It isn’t like I’m your boyfriend, geez.” That one stung. It stung a lot. But he was right. I wrapped my arms around my body, suddenly feeling self conscious.
“Can we leave now?” I asked.
“No! I’m having a great night!” Vic shouted, raising his drink the air. I squeezed my shut to block out the noise for a second.
“Please, Vic, I want to go home,” I begged, looking up at him.
“Then fucking walk home,” he spat.
“It’s an hour walk easy!” I yelled, totally shocked. “Please, I don’t have any money for a cab and it’s really late. I just want to get home and be done with tonight..”
“I said. Walk. The fuck. Home. Then.” I watched with tears burning behind my eyes as he went back and found more girls to dance with, leaving me here alone. With no other choice, I grabbed my things and headed into the cool night air. I was fucking walking home, crying the whole time.
Vic tried to call me the next day, but I ignored it. He txted me and called over and over again, but I never once answered. After all, he wasn’t my boyfriend, as he made very clear. I see him or talk to him for a month because I was still so angry with him. If I was with the band and heard Vic was coming around, I left. I didn’t talk about the situation with anyone. The only reason I confronted it at all was because I was forced to see him when he walked right up to my front door.
“What do you want?” I asked with as much annoyance as I could muster.
“I want to talk to you, Y/N,” he said.
“Well, I have nothing to discuss with you so goodbye.” I started to close the door, but he stopped it.
“Come on, at least give me a chance,” Vic begged. No. I couldn’t give in to those big brown eyes. I shook my head and he ran his hands through his hair.
“Please leave, Vic."
"I don’t want to talk to you!” I yelled. Vic took the opportunity to maneuver past my small frame and get into my house.
“If you don’t want to talk, then just listen,” he pleaded, turning to close the door.
“Get the fuck out of my house!!!” I shouted, anger boiling over.
“Y/N, would you listen to me for one damn second?!” he said angrily.
“No! You wouldn’t listen to me that night, so why the hell would I give you the fucking time of day now?!”
“Look, I know what I said that night was bad, and I’m sorry, but-” he started, but I cut him off with a scoff.
“Bad? You told me to walk the fuck home when I was an HOUR AWAY with no money and a dead cell phone in the middle of the night. In San Diego for Christ’s sake! It wasn’t bad, Vic, it was fucking horrible and irresponsible,” I told him.
“I was drunk, Y/N! Just because I said it did not mean that you had to actually do it!” he yelled back.
“What was I supposed to do, Vic? Stay there and let you ignore me for all those pretty girls in tight dresses and short skirts and high heels? Watch them grind all over you and cry in the corner? Is that what I was supposed to do, Vic? Spend the rest of the night crying like a fucking baby in some random house in the middle of a random group of people while my drunk friend that I’m in love with gets some hot piece of ass that he won’t even remember the name of the next morning?” My eyes were burning again, from anger and hurt now. I watched as Vic’s face softened.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pain and regret washing his features. He tried to hug me but I shoved him away, knowing the tears were spilling over.
“Sorry doesn’t change anything now,” I spat at him. Vic pulled my body to his, wrapping his arms around me. I couldn’t stop it this time. I sobbed into his chest as he stroked my hair soothingly.
“I regret it all, Y/N, I really do. I promise nothing like that will ever happen again. Ever,” he whispered. “I’m so, so sorry. If I could take it all back, I would in a heartbeat.” Vic rested his forehead against mine, our eyes closed, cupping my face in his hands as I calmed down. His thumbs brushed away a few stray tears before he pressed his lips against mine softly and sweetly.
“What was that for?” I asked quietly when we pulled away.
“It was because I love you, too,” he whispered. I smiled slightly and pulled his mouth back to mine.
Can you write one where it’s Christmas eve and Vic is your best friend. You feel really alone like you do every year so he suprise you from tour and cuddles you all night and then Christmas morning he gives you a necklace and ask you to be his? :)
I’m doing laundry as I hear my phone ring.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Hey Y/N!” My best friend, Vic, says.
“Hey Vic! How’s tour?” I ask trying to hold back my excitement.
Vic tours a lot and it’s hard to talk to him, especially when he’s out of the country.
“It’s great! You wouldn’t believe the crowds we have!” He says with excitement.
“You guys never seize to amaze me.” I say.
“Are you ready for Christmas?” Vic asks.
“Am I ever ready for Christmas?” I reply.
“Well are you doing anything for Christmas?” Vic asks.
“Nope. Everyone is out of town. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and I’m stuck alone. Again.” I say with sadness in my voice.
“Don’t be sad, it won’t be that bad.” Vic says trying to encourage me.
“I’m always alone and it’s kinda depressing.” I say quietly.
“Shhhh. Don’t start with those thoughts. It’ll be okay. I’ll be home soon.” Vic says sweetly.
“I hope so.” I say.
“Well, I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow! Don’t forget to be happy!” Vic says.
“I’ll try. Thanks Vic.” I say.
“No problem. Goodbye sweetie.” Vic says.
“Goodbye Vic.” I blush.
We hang up, I finish the laundry, an off to bed.
Christmas always makes me sad. Not because I don’t get gifts, but I’m missing the most important thing. Family.
My family isn’t around and my friends alway leave to be with their family, so I’m always alone.
I go to bed so the sad thoughts will stop.
—the next morning—
I wake up with tons of texts from my friends.
They all know how I get, so they want to make sure I’m okay.
I get up and get into the shower.
When I get out there’s a text from Vic.
“Don’t forget to smile! :)” is what it said.
Vic always knows how to make me feel better.
I go and clean my whole house, which took hours, to distract myself.
I decide to make a nice dinner for myself. As I look through my fridge I hear a knock at the door.
I walk over and see Vic standing in my doorway.
I run into his arms and hug him tightly.
“What are you doing here?!” I ask with pure shock.
“Am I not lowed to visit my best friend for Christmas?” Vic smiles before he hugs me again.
“What about the tour?” I ask.
“It ended early.” Vic smiles.
I hug Vic again before we move to the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” Vic asks.
“I was going to make dinner.” I say.
“Oh? What are you going to make me?” Vic smiles.
“Make you? Yeah right!” I laugh.
“Oh come one!” Vic smiles
“Fine! What do you want?” I ask.
“Pizza rolls.” Vic says.
“Pizza rolls?” I ask confused.
“Yes! And to watch a movie!” Vic smiles.
“Fine!” I laugh.
I make pizza rolls as Vic picks a movie.
I bring the pizza rolls to the living room and Vic Already gas a movie picked out.
We sit down and eat pizza rolls while watching Elf.
After the movie, we stay up a little longer and talk about his tour adventures.
“I wish you came with us!” Vic says.
“I do too.” I smile.
I rub my eyes and yawn slightly.
“Are you ready for bed?” Vic asks.
“Nope!” I say. “I want to spend time with you.”
“Well, we could do both.” Vic said awkwardly.
“What?” I laugh.
“Nothing.” Vic says.
“Tell me!” I beg.
“We could lay together.” Vic says looking down.
“Okay!” I say. I jump up and grab Vic’s hand. I drag him to my guest room and give him pajamas.
I go in my room and get dressed. Vic comes in and hugs me.
“What was that for?” I smile.
“I missed you.” Vic whispers.
“I missed you too.” I whisper back.
I lay in bed and wait for Vic.
Vic awkwardly scooted into bed and laid down next to me.
He wraps his arm around me with no hesitation and pulls me close and that’s how we fell asleep.
I wake up with Vic’s arm still wrapped around me. I turn around so I’m facing him and smile at how adorable he is.
I lay there until he wakes up.
“Merry Christmas.” Vic says as he stretches.
“Merry Christmas.” I smile.
“You ready for your Christmas present?” Vic asks.
“I get a present?” I say surprised.
“Of course!” Vic smiles.
He gets up and leaves the room. He comes back with a box in his hand.
“Here.” He smiles as he hands it to me.
I sit up in bed and begin to unwrap the present.
I open it and it’s a beautiful necklace.
“Oh my god.” I whisper. “It’s beautiful.”
“Just like you.” Vic smiles.
I look at Vic and hug him tightly.
“I love it!” I smile. “You really didn’t have to do this.”
“Well, there’s also something else.” Vic says nervously.
I look at him confused and wait for him to explain.
“Y/N, we’ve been best friends for a really long time. You’ve always been there for me and always supported me. You’re so important to me an there’s something I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time.” Vic says before taking a deep breath. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
I look at Vic for a second and smile.
“Of course!” I smile. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Vic laughs nervously and kisses me sweetly.
“I love you.” Vic whispers.
“I love you too.” I say hugging Vic tight.
Vic kisses me again and smiles.
“Merry Christmas beautiful.” He says.
“Meryl Christmas.” I smile. “You made this the best Christmas ever.”
“So have you.” Vic smiles.
Vic and I spends all day laying around the house and sharing kisses.
I never thought I could enjoy Christmas like this. This really is the best Christmas ever.