#idk what i feel about this actually but Victor is just as pathetic as usually

[suddenly-frankenstein]

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“ NOT SO LOVING CIGARETTE BURNS ! “

REQUEST: Hey! You’re doing god’s work with these imagines that last one killed me!!! Could I request a lil something where you’re kind of in the bowers boys but you’re closest to vic, and patrick takes it the wrong way and corners you asking if you’re really in the gang or if it’s just for victor. idk maybe he burns you with a cigarette or something as proof lmao bonus points for victor finding you and being all soft after? xx 



REQUEST: Can I request one where the girl is in the car with the Bowers gang and Patrick can’t keep his hands to himself in the back of the car.

AUTHORS NOTE: i listened to hella cute songs to get in the mood for this so i sincerely hope that you, vic girls, enjoy this + also @nicholashamilton​ i couldn’t stop listening to that cute song you told me about ahh !! ✨

Warm July air playfully splashed into the slope of his prominent cheekbone as the car zoomed through the small roads of Derry without a care in the world. Placing gentle touches against the side of the sleeping girl snuggled up into his skinny torso, Victor’s fingers softly trailed up to her shoulder blade and pulled her helpless body closer into his and away from the conspicuous danger sitting on the opposite side of her - the way he licked his lips as if she was a meal not sitting well with him. Running his hand up and down her arm to further soothe her sleeping, a source of comfort she had admitted to him a few nights ago on the phone, the corners of his lips ghosted a small smile at the sight of the peaceful expression laying against his chest; his muscles not allowing the sign of happiness to fully form due to the taunting he knew he’d receive from the rest of the guys.

The subtle twitch on his lips and the lovestruck glance he shot Y/N didn’t go unnoticed by Hockstetter and Bowers’ observant eyes, though, while Belch was too preoccupied with not crashing the vehicle animatedly  keeping up with Henry’s conversation at the same time to take note of his infatuated friend.

Unlike Henry, who decided to wait until they were at the convenience store to press Victor on what him and Y/N were, Patrick wasted no time in using his latest deductions for his own entertainment. Shifting in his own seat in the back, he sat his lanky body up straighter and draped a long arm against the back of the seat, the tips of his fingers meeting where Y/N’s hair was a cluttered mess along the seat. Noting the change in Vic’s body language, growing tenser when he watched Patrick’s fingers wrapped themselves in Y/N’s hair, Patrick took that as his cue to begin his entertainment with the other boy’s silently watching from the mirror every now and then.

“Y’know, we could both take her back here and she probably wouldn’t even wake up in time to stop us.” Patrick’s malevolent voice was barely audible over the blaring, rock, music they had playing over the stereo but Vic was still able to make out the vile words shared, not bothering to hide his obvious distaste towards them with a grimace shot in his direction. “Look at that, a bullhorn wouldn’t even be able to wake her ass up.” The brunette smugly commented when he roughly tugged on a strand of loose hair, only causing her to momentarily stir in her sleep and further curl up against Vic’s side where he let his hold grow firmer against her; a dire need to protect the girl from Patrick’s touch washing over him from the action.

“Stop that.”

The sound of Vic’s feeble protest against him, synonymous to a pathetic whine he occasionally heard from the losers when they were lying under his boot, only seemed to egg on the cruel boy. Retracting his dirty hand away from her hair and letting it fall against the beat up material of the seat right behind her, he leered down at Victor and raised his eyebrows in a suggestive manner before glancing down at the girl with a lust that seemed too explicit for him to be faking it in Vic’s eyes.

“What? You want to take her all on your own?” The friendly conversation in the front seats of the car seemed to halt when the other half took note of the tension building up behind them, the blonde and brunette seeming to be a second away from lunging at each other. “Look at you, Vic. Making such a big boy move.” Patrick playfully teased, each word he spoke continuing to push Victor’s buttons and making the rest of their friends grow uneasy at the thought of their blonde friend being pushed over the edge.

Shamelessly indulging himself with the delicious sight of Victor’s jaw visibly clenching in built up anger and pulling Y/N close enough to where she was practically sitting on his lap, Patrick evilly grinned over at Victor as he practically begged him to make a move against him - to finally admit that he wanted the girl clinging to him.

“Cut it out, Patrick.” Henry ordered from his seat upfront, his grim tone mimicking that of his father’s as he shot Patrick what he considered a stern look through the rearview mirror; hoping that this generous action would earn some points with Victor and get him to spill the details on the little romance brewing back there.

“Okay, okay.” Patrick let out an exasperated sigh and held his hands up in a surrendering motion, plastering a faux innocent look on his face for Henry and getting comfortable again on his side of the back, sending one last taunting smirk Vic’s way before inviting himself into Belch and Henry’s previous conversation.

Letting out a shaky breath he had been unconsciously holding, a move to help him bite back the unwanted words he would’ve thrown at Hockstetter, Victor shifted his gaze over to the distant scenery passing them as they began to near their destination. Desperate to not look at the culprit of his rising anger, he allowed himself to become immerse with the run down building and blurry crowds of people, ignoring the derogatory comments Patrick and Henry would occasionally yell out at each pretty girl they passed — knowing that if Y/N was awake, she would secretly be rolling her eyes at them each time.

Replacing Patrick’s far from gentle hand in her hair, he twirled loose strands of her hair in his fingers, feeling himself grow at ease and his annoyance diminishing with each touch.

They were supposed to just be friends, they were all supposed to be friends but Victor Criss was a sucker for her the moment she smiled in his direction and rolled his name of her tongue. Her presence wasn’t supposed to have the effect it did when Henry brought her into the group, the eruption of those butterflies at the pit of his stomach whenever she gifted him with her delicate touch. Victor wasn’t supposed to feel his heart do a leap when she laughed at his not so funny jokes and he knew he wasn’t supposed to feel his heart drop whenever she got dangerously close to another boy yet he did. He damn well knew that he wasn’t supposed to feel the infatuation he felt towards her, leaving him stuck and wondering if she even felt the same way.

The attractive thought of leaving Derry for good with her by his side always crossed his mind when they were alone at his home, not minding the idea of constructing his own future with her. Thoughts of waking up next to her sleepy smile every morning and cooking her a five course meal always drenched him with a euphoric feeling he could never explained to the guys.

“Vic, let’s go. I need to talk to you about something, in private.” Henry’s commanding voice pulled him out of his thoughts littered with her, signaling that they were parked in front of the store already. Hesitantly beginning to sit up to get out of the car, he silently nodded over at where Y/N was still blissfully asleep. “She’ll be fine. Patrick was just joking about all that shit, right?”

Vic worriedly looked over at where Patrick was lighting a cigarette with a blank expression on his face before looking up at Henry’s serious one, knowing he had no other choice since Henry usually never asked to talk to him in private. Sighing, he got up from under her body and laid her across the seat, glancing over his shoulder one last time when they were walking into the store and feeling content when he saw Patrick still in the same position. As he began rummaging through the racks of snacks with the guys, stuffing as many as he could in his olive oversized jacket, he was unaware that him moving her body had actually woken her up.  

“Where’d they go?” Patrick grinned at the sound of her slurred voice, still heavy from sleeping, as she slowly sat up next to him with a bewildered expression on her face.

“Vic went to go pick up some condoms for you guys’ little study date tonight.” Patrick crudely answered, snickering when he noted the annoyed expression she gave him, knowing how much the pair despised about being teased at the thought of them together.

“Oh, shut up, Patrick—“

“What was that?” Catching the hand she was about to swat him with, the lecherous smile never faltering on his lips, Patrick yanked her closer to him. The side of her thigh hitting his and their faces being inches away was something she only dreamed of with another boy and it definitely wasn’t him. “You know, sometimes I get the feeling that you’re not really loyal to all of us. Kinda seems like you’re only in this for our little Vic.” He accused, the cigarette loosely dangling between his lips a little too close to her face for her liking, causing her to scrunch up her nose in disgust.

“You and me both know that’s not true.” Y/N’s voice was shaky against his cocky one, eyes wide as she tried to ignore the pain shooting up her arm from the dangerously, tight, grip around her wrist, hoping he wouldn’t leave bruises but knowing that was a useless hope.

“So, you’re telling me you’re in this for all of us? You don’t just appreciate Criss?” His tone was menacing, holding an edge she’s heard him use on their victims but never her. Dropping her hand on his jean clad thigh, the release of his grip on her wrist giving her momentarily relief, she didn’t dare move her hand away due to the intense gaze he had on her. “Show me how much you appreciate me then.”

Frantically shaking her head at his demeaning request to stroke him, piecing two and two together, her body was void of any sign of sleepiness while Patrick felt on top of the world with the way her body began to quiver in fear next to his; thankful for the fact that Henry and Belch were taking their sweet time to give the push he needed to ask the girl out. Not wanting to touch another boy that was ‘friends’ with her crush and not wanting to touch this boy of all people, she hastily took her shaky hand away and rushfully scooted over to the other side of the car. Back pressed up against the car door, she watched as he headed over to her, sliding a hand behind her neck and pulling her off the seat.

“See.” Patrick forced a frown, picking the lit cigarette out of his mouth and pulling the collar of her shirt down to expose some skin, he drew the cigarette closer to her body.. “I’m gonna rub this up against your skin till you admit you just joined us to fuck Vic.” Flinching at the touch of the heat scorching her skin, she tried her best in wriggling out under him as the pain became unbearable, his body pressed up against hers keeping her in place.

“Stop—“

“Go on, say it.” Patrick grossly urged, streaking the cigarette down her neck and leaving black marks in its previous places, a helpless whimper escaping her mouth giving him a hard-on he hadn’t planned on.

“What the fuck, Patrick?” Vic’s angry voice booming from the side of the car made both pairs of eyes look up at him, both of them taking in the blonde’s rageful expression.

Vic’s plan to toss out all the snacks he took in the car to go back for more was thrown out the window at the sight of Y/N being tormented by Patrick, his priorities quickly recalculated. Throwing all the snacks he took in the front seat, he came up to the side of the car and pushed Patrick off of her, sending him stumbling back to his side of the car with a force he didn’t know Vic had in him. Y/N took that as he opportunity to jump out of the car and plop herself next to Vic, his hand defensively looping around her waist and putting her at his side.

“It was just a game, calm down.”

“This doesn’t look like a stupid game, Patrick.” Vic pointed at the visible reddening skin along her neck, his eyebrows frustratingly furrowing as he tried to restrain himself from giving Hockstetter a black eye in return, knowing how Y/N wasn’t too keen on that.

“So, it went a little too far-” Patrick began but was interrupted by Victor leading her away from the car as they were only a block away from his home, walking seeming like the more suitable than staying in the car with Patrick. “Where are you guys going? Henry’s gonna kick your ass for walking out on our plans!”

The walk home was fairly silent, a comforting silence between them, with Vic’s arm moving from her waist to her shoulders — still needing to have her by his side even if they were away from the source of his distress. She watched him from her peripheral, watching the way his jaw remained clench and his eyes narrowed as thoughts of beating Hockstetter’s ass tainted his once sweet thoughts about the girl. His mood only changing once they were standing at the end of his driveway, the lack of cars signaling that they were the only ones present at the time.

Taking a seat against the closed door of his family’s garage, the nice summer weather too nice to pass by, Y/N patted the empty seat next to her on the gravel and brushed off the bits of rocks that collected at her palm when she did so. Vic took a seat, bringing his knees up to his chest and laying his arms across them, his eyes meeting hers as she offered him a weakened smile; the fear Hockstetter had instilled in her slowly washing away from her body with each passing moment she looked into those innocent doe eyes of his.

“Do I look ugly with this burn on my neck now?” Y/N was the one to break the silence sitting between them, her legs crossed and her head tilting to give Vic a better view of the star of his anger.

She furrowed her eyebrows in a pensive manner, trying to lighten the mood. Flinching when she felt his fingers place themselves along the burn, much to Vic’s dismay, she relaxed when she noticed he was just brushing the discarded ashes away before running his thumb against the wounded skin. His anger eased itself as he realized the reason behind his good days was just under his touch, looking up at him through her lengthy lashes with an eager look.

“Nah, I’d still date you.” Vic softly spoke, his voice a whisper as if this moment just belonged to them.

Gently wrapping his hesitant fingers along her jaw, he felt his breath hitch in the back of his throat and his heartbeat speeding up as he pulled her face closer to his. Smiling into the kiss at the feeling of his shaking hand grow steady against her jaw, she enjoyed the simplicity of the kiss, knowing he didn’t want to push for further so quick. Despite the short time of it, it had been even better than all the daydreams he conjured up whenever he caught sight of her lips, giving his heart that familiar kick.

Parting from her, he nervously glanced down for her reaction, surprised when he was met with a genuine, toothy, grin.

“You wanna head inside?” She sweetly asked when she felt his stare on her, lacking any hidden undertone to her question and nodding over at the house. It wasn’t suggested that way, she just wanted to head inside to talk about what just happened and by the lack of questioning on his side, she knew he wanted to too.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go.” Victor stood up first, outstretching a helping hand out and pulling her to his feet. The feeling of a weight being pulled off his shoulders was incredible to him, feeling as if he was on top of the world as they walked inside side by side.