Headed straight for Hell

Victor x Male Reader

⚠️the only reason this oneshot is getting a warning is because I'm using the word 'faggot' don't come at me. You have been warned ⚠️

Movie: it 2017
You: (y/n) Marsh
Your age: 18
His age: 17
POV: yours
Short description: i have no idea why, but i just thought "what if i made the first victor oneshot a gay one, and what better than 'beverly slut marsh and (y/n) faggot marsh'? Im sorry. I just had to. All the wattpad stories ive read about him made his personality gay for me. Still love him though.
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I sat in the men's restroom in school, smoking when the Bowers gang came in. Henry looked at me in disgust "what are you doing in here faggot" I smiled and took another puff and said

"Waiting for your dad, he loved me so much last night, he wants round two" His face twisted from disgust to anger, belch looked disgusted, Patrick was obviously not paying any attention and Victor chuckled, i knew i was about to get pounded, but that face was worth the insult.

He came closer and i threw my cigarette into the open stall and somehow threw it into the toilet. Looking back at Henry, i caught a glimpse of Victor giving a look of sympathy. I sighed as i closed my eyes, ready for Henry to kill me.

I sat on the floor for a while after they left, trying to not choke on blood or pass out. Once i knew they were gone, i got up, spit some blood into the sink and walked out of the restroom and saw Beverly. She saw me and ran towards me, she smelt like garbage, literally.

"What happend to you?" She asked "Henry...faggot...your dad joke, you?" I asked her "Gretta...slut...am i a bitch or a slut question"

I chuckled and she started to laugh along. We ditched school and went our separate ways, so she could go and clean up and i went to the querry to take a nap and maybe smoke.

I sat on the ledge and looked down at the water, sleep wasn't coming easily so i stoped trying and then just smoked. Eventually i heard someone behind me.

Thinking it was Henry, i almost broke my neck turning around and standing up. I saw Victor and then frantically looked around for Henry. He saw me looking around and spoke. "He's not here. It's... Just me.."

"What do you want?" Asked, still not trusting that he was alone, glancing behind him every now and then "I wanted to apologise" i furrowed my brows asking "For?"

"Henry" he answered, i looked around again "Why?"

"Cause he's an asshole, and i know your not a faggot..and would you stop that? He's really not with me" he said walking closer to me

"Actually, i am gay" i replied as i stopped looking around  and completely focused on him. He looked surprised but i could tell he was acting, it was adorable
"What?" He asked all innocent.

"You didn't know" I said with a smirk

He shook his head. I chuckled saying "You dont have to pretend. Everyone knows."

"Sorry." I knew he was lying

"Why are you really here?"

"To apologise for Henry...and..to..ask you..uhm..would you maybe...i can't do this..what if he finds out"

"What if who finds out wha-...."

Realization hit me

"your gay, aren't you?"

"W-what? No...i uh..I'm not.."

"You are. You wanted to ask me on a date, i knew you knew i was gay, and you don't want Henry to find out"

"No! Im not gay!"

This was starting to get kind of funny, he was so cute trying to deny it

"Why do you care what he thinks? He's a fucking retard! I don't give a fuck what he thinks, why do you?"

"Because im not g-...im not..i..."

He looked down.

I put two fingers under his chin and made him look at me, i then kissed him. I pulled away slowly and looked him in his eyes.

He was as red as a cherry tomato. He took both his hands and put them on both sides of my face, then he pulled me closer and kissed me again. He tangled his hands in my hair and i pulled his body closer to mine. We pulled away, breathing heavily, his face flushed redder than before and a string of saliva connecting our lips.

The moment was ruined with Henry and the rest of his gang standing and staring at us.

Then, lonh story short, Henry kicked Victor out of his gang, we bacme part of the losers club, and for the rest of our highschool years, we were known as the school faggots.

But...we couldn't care less.