𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. in which the alleged softest boy in the bowers' gang meets a girl who encourages him to show his true colors.
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❨ EST. 2018 ❩ ✓
❨ EDITED. 2024 ❩
written by kaya.
victor criss x fem!reader
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( THE BOY IN THE BUBBLE ) ACT II, CHAPTER ONE: WELCOME TO HELL
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a sharp, lingering scent wafts through the halls as (y/n) hesitates in the front corridor, her feet rooted to the spot just shy of the entrance.
the thought of stepping over the threshold fills her with unease, a tension coiled tightly in her chest. though she masked her discomfort with a cool exterior, she loathed the stares and whispers that always seemed to follow her as the new student.
last year, she had managed to avoid most of the scrutiny by arriving on the final day of school, slipping under the radar.
but this time, she knew she wouldn't be so fortunate.
"hurry up, sweets, we don't got all day." richie tozier calls back to the older girl, and she groans.
thanks to being grounding by her mother, (s/c) skinned female was left to hang with her brother and the losers club.
when (y/n) doesn't respond for a few minutes, mike circles his bike around her.
"are you excited?" the brown skinned boy questions, charming smile falling on his face.
she sighs, speeding up past the younger kids when she gets the chance.
"i don't even care at this point." she yells back at them, "i'm just pumped to be out of the house."
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it seems as if as soon as (y/n) and the losers walk in, time stops.
they feel the many stares of their peers and classmates, some disgusted, others amazed.
"the fuck are they looking at?" the girl huffs, gripping her bag tighter.
"you." stanley nudges her.
her (e/c) eyes lock with greta's hazel ones, immediately noticing the grimace on the younger female's face.
with a sudden burst of confidence, (y/n) walks towards greta and sally, leaning on the locker behind them.
"why's everyone staring at me?" she raises an eyebrow. greta snorts.
"oh, i don't know...maybe because you're the school's slut."
the harsh comment earns the blonde haired girl a punch in the arm from sally.
"what she means is patrick told everyone you two were together."
"he what?" (y/n)'s voice echoes loudly through the halls, causing a few people to stare.
without so much as another glance, the (h/c) haired girl stomps away in search of the fire obsessed man.
when she finds him, he's amongst bowers, belch, and victor.
she merely growls as she stomps towards him and sends her hand slapping against his face.
a choked gasp escapes his lips, his large hand gripping her small wrist.
"what's wrong, babe?" he sneers, ignoring the humorous stares of the others.
the loud ring of the first period bell sounds throughout the building.
none of them make a move to go.
"you told the entire school that we're dating."
patrick chuckles at that.
"yeah, and?"
"i never agreed to that."
"that's where you're wrong, rebel." an evil grin spreads across the dark haired boy's face, "you kissed me, i claimed you. you're mine."
(y/n) shakes her head, pulling her arm out of his tight grip.
"now you listen here, cockstetter. i belong to no one. especially not a no good, animal killing, fire obsessed, psychopath like you!"
a shadow of anger falls on the much taller boys features, causing the (s/c) skinned female to take a few steps back.
victor notices, and steps in front of her, feeling patrick's fist hit him right in the eye.
"ho-ly shit!" (y/n) shouts, eyes wide as she rushes to the bleach-blonde boy's side.
he tries to shrug her off but she doesn't let him.
henry and belch snort to themselves as they watch her tug the boy down the hall.
"(y/n), let me go! i'm good, i'm fine."
"shut up, vic. you just took a huge ass bullet for me."
the (e/c) eyed girl doesn't let the taller boy go until they're in the girls bathroom.
"what are you-"
"sit on the counter." she huffs, locking the door. she sets her bag down on the floor.
victor watches with wary eyes as she reaches under the sink, later pulling out a first aid kit.
"how'd you know that was there?"
"my brother had a run in with you and your boys on the last day of school. we didn't wanna worry our mom so i fixed him up in here."
pulling out a cloth, (y/n) squeezes herself in between the boy's legs.
he inhales deeply when she reaches behind him to wet it.
"i'm sorry you got caught up in our bullshit."
the (h/c) haired girl shrugs, softly pressing the wet clothes against his eye.
"i got myself into this mess."
the two teens stay silent for the rest of the time, only getting ready to go when the bell for lunch rings.
victor smiles down at the sweet female once more before unlocking the door.
"i knew it!" greta shouts, arms crossed firmly across her chest.
(y/n) shows up behind victor, eyes nearly bulging out of her head when she notices a large crowd of girls standing in the doorway.
"does patrick know that the two of you are fooling around?" sally sneers, and a few females nod in agreement.
(y/n) only rolls her eyes, pushing past victor and the others.
as she walks away, he can hear her mumble something.
