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 III, CHAPTER THREE: THREE WORDS
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"(n/n), vic's at the door!" ben shouts, a small grimace on his face as the blonde haired boy stares down at him.
he was still not exactly happy about his sister hanging with the most feared boys in town.
the female runs down the stairs with a smile on her face, lightly shoving her brother out of the way and hugging victor as if she hadn't seen him in years.
"whoa, what's up with you?" he chuckles, nonetheless hugging her back.
(y/n) shrugs, pulling away.
"i'm just happy you're here. and you get to meet my family."
"if you're happy, i'm happy." he smiles smugly, leaning down and locking their lips.
they don't pull apart until they hear someone clearing their throat.
the (h/c) haired girl immediately feels her face heat up at the sight of her mother.
"i'm assuming this is the lovely victor criss?" the elder woman speaks, eyebrows raised as she lets her eyes take in his demeanor.
"yes, ma. be nice."
the tall boy glances down at his girlfriend before reaching a hand out towards the mother.
"hi, mrs.hanscom. it's a pleasure to meet you." his voice is soft, and it sends a fuzzy feeling in (y/n)'s stomach.
her mother forces a smile, ignoring the grey muscle tee and camouflage pants he's wearing that makes him look like a delinquent.
with her hesitant eyes staring directly at him, the female ignores his compliment and mumbles.
"supper is on the table."
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the next few minutes go by awkwardly, with (y/n)'s mother staring down the criss boy the entire time. their quiet dinner is interrupted however, when the front door slams open.
the kid's mother is the first one to get up and see what caused it, and the sound of her terrified shriek leaves the two teenagers chasing after her.
due to what's been happening these past days, (y/n) immediately thinks it's the clown and grips her fork tightly in her palm.
