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 FIVE: LOST IN YOU
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"how's your aunt?" (y/n) asks as her and victor walk the halls of derry high school.
it's been more than two months since patrick has gone missing, and no one dares to speak about it.
they could only hope that their friend was just on some adventure, and not dead in a ditch.
"she's alright. still in the hospital." he replies, voice crisp.
the shorter female knew it was hard for him to speak about it.
"i'm here to talk if you need to, vic. you can knock on my window whenever."
victor nods and sends her a thankful smile.
"same goes to you too, you know? if you ever wanna talk about your dad." he offers.
(y/n) shrugs, "i've just been pretending he doesn't exist."
"do you miss your hometown? things haven't exactly been the best since you've moved here."
"honestly? derry is way better than my hometown. i feel more alive then ever in my entire seventeen years of living. i used to feel more like a body than an actual human."
they stay silent after that, walking into their classroom and sighing as they wait for class to start.
eventually, the school day is over, and (y/n) meets the losers and her brother by the stairs at the entrance.
"there she is!" richie howls as he winks at the older female.
she rolls her eyes, turning her attention to her brother.
"i'm going to spend some time with the gang at the barrens. cover for me?"
the chubby boy rolls his eyes but nods, shooing the girl away.
"you owe me!" he shouts after he as she runs off.
"my existence is a good enough!"
her snarky comment causes all of the losers to chuckle, mike nudging ben.
"you're lucky to have such a badass sister."
with rosemary cheeks, the fifteen year old boy nods, a small smile on his face.
minutes go by as (y/n) searches for her friends, (e/c) eyes wide as they try to spot belch's blue trans am.
