Victor Criss x Readers/Oneshots

|| Trick or Treat Dancefloor ||

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Vic never went to school dances. The Hallows Eve Dance, held in the Derry High gym, was sure to be lame as hell and everyone knew it. The rest of the gang told him that, laughed at him for even thinking of going, specifically because it was a requirement to dress up.

Clad in a store-bought Dracula costume, fake fangs and all, Vic Criss walked all by himself through the entrance doors of the high school feeling stupid. Stupid, yet hopeful.

No, he hadn't had a date - not an official one, at least. You mentioned to him in science class a few days prior that you were going with a group of friends, and you added that it'd be nice to see him there.

You weren't sure how you felt about Vic - he was cute, that was obvious. You weren't quite sure about how friend group, however. You were scared of Henry and Patrick, even Belch. Vic seemed different: despite being in the gang, he was too quiet and aloof to be that dangerous... or so you hoped. You didn't know him well enough to find out if he was truly 'dangerous'. Then again, a little danger could be appealing.

Vic was the embodiment of safe that evening, polyester cape flowing behind him as he walked. Getting closer to the entrance, he noticed everyone else was dressed up; he spotted a werewolf, a Freddy Krueger, a mummy. Taking a shaky breath, he paid the admission fee and walked nervously underneath the entrance doorway, lined with orange and black balloons. Vic arrived quite late, the dance only continuing on for another half hour. He hoped he hadn't missed you.

All he wanted to do was find you and ask for a dance. Even if he was rejected, he'd have fulfilled his goal of trying. It took a second to spot you among the costumed partiers, but once he did, it would've been impossible for him to lose sight of you.

You were dressed, ironically, as the Bride of Frankenstein. The long white dress you wore hugged your curves marvelously, and Vic gaped at from across the room, suddenly concerned that this wouldn't be as easy as he hoped. You laughed happily with your friends, in the center of the dancefloor.

Fuck, this was so dumb. You were probably just being nice when you mentioned seeing him there. Vic likely took it the wrong way, having fallen head over heels with you the first day of classes, probably just taking anything he could get. Now he was dressed like a vampire, standing awkwardly beside the bleachers as the music blared.

The beat suddenly stopped, and Time After Time came on. He took the fake fangs out of his mouth, putting them securely in his pocket.

Drawing in a deep breath, knowing this was his time, Vic made his way through the crowd and slowly over to your friend group.

He stopped at the circle of zombie girls, devil's angels, and Madonnas. You had been in the middle for a moment but had migrated to the outer edge, talking to fellow popular girl, Judie Wong.

Groups began dissolving into couples, and you turned to look for a person to dance with. You'd had a couple okay slow dances, but nothing special yet. You were waiting for someone, who probably wasn't going to come because it wasn't his scene. Thirsty for more punch, wanting to walk around and see who was left, you turned to your right and saw him.

Immediately you felt an involuntary grin grow on your lips. He did show up, after all.

"Vic, from science class." You slowly acknowledged through a toothy smile. Vic's heart soared.

"Hey, Y/N." He beamed at you through paperwhite face makeup, fake blood dripping at the corners of his mouth.

For a moment, you stared at each other. Vic had gotten so excited at your welcoming response that he completely forgot the task at hand. However, it was the first question on your mind.

"You wanna dance?" You asked.

Vic couldn't believe you were so enthusiastic. He'd prepared himself so heavily for rejection that this felt nearly like a dream. "Yeah, sure." He happily replied.

You two shuffled closer, positioning your arms around his shoulders, his hands gently grasping your waist. The two of you swayed slow to the music, nearly cheek to cheek.

If only the guys could see him now, he thought. The ridiculous outfit paid off, a billion times over.

It felt like the song lasted hours, rather than minutes. Toward the end, you backed up a little to face him.

"I thought you weren't gonna come." You said, a little louder than usual, to ensure he could hear you over Cyndi Lauper's crooning. He could.

"The guys told me not to, but it looked kinda fun."

You'd nearly forgotten he was in the Bowers gang. Quietly, you laughed.

"Weird, I thought Henry would've been first in line." You joked, and he couldn't help but smile imagining Henry dressed up as... Anything. Henry never dressed up, but Vic hoped that next Halloween he could convince him to dress up as the Joker, or something equally ridiculous.

As the song came to its end, it occurred to both of you that it was common procedure to separate, find new partners, wait for the next song. Neither of you had stopped swaying until the next song came on, a fast and uppity beat.

Slowly stepping away from one another, your arms lingered in their positions. Finally, the two of you separated. You ran a hand through your hair.

Glancing back at him, you opened your mouth to ask a crazy question, when he asked it first.

"Do you... Do you wanna get out of here?" Vic asked, almost too quietly to hear. His heart raced, awaiting your reply. He didn't have a clue of where to go, but just taking a walk would be enough for him.

Your friends wouldn't care if you left a little early, especially because you'd already talked with them a majority of the night. Your parents wouldn't expect you to get home until tomorrow, under the assumption you'd stay at a friend's house. With a little excuse and a tired voice, you were sure you could come home at 2 AM with no problem.

Feeling butterflies race through your stomach, you knew what your answer was. You wanted to give Dracula a chance.

A nod. Vic's face lit up.

"Yeah. Let's go." You affirmed through a smirk.

Taking his hand in yours, the two of you walked out the front doors, off on a walk below the full October moon.