#victor-vic-criss

[princess-glassred]

Here's what I think the Bowers Gang would dress up as for halloween:

Henry would probably go as something that would specifically scare a member of the losers club, like he finds out Richie is scared of Clowns so he goes as like a scary murder clown just to fuck with him.

Belch is such an ignortant weirdo he would unironically dress as a mexican for halloween (not in brownface, just the outfit). He shows up at Henry's house in just a poncho and sombrero like "Hola, biblioteca :D! Let us attend la fiesta!". Bonus points if he's holding maracas too.

Vic is a prissy asshole so I don't think he'd even dress up, I think he'd just wear one of those t shirts that says "this is my costume".

Patrick goes as a real life serial killer, probably Ted Bundy or Ed Gein.

[notsosillyanymore-ehbatman]

That's right, the quality got worse (I'm going to commit crimes)

[nazskoll]

am i the only one that thinks these two were gay as FUCK for each others......

[cl0wnsoda]

Proof that there is still good people in this world 😍🥰🙏

[le-dolla-bean-isthatspanish]

Man i wonder what it'd be like to be Patrick Hockstetter's girl.

Like, at first he didn't think much of you, but somehow you showed up on his radar; somehow standing out among the crowds in school, whether it's because you're quiet and shy, never with the rest, even if you're physically standing in the middle of the throngs of people. It's obvious that you're not part of them. Or maybe you're very outspoken about being different, it's so prominent; how you dress, act, your vibe, if you're like, goth, emo, punk etc.

Whatever it is, you catch Patrick's eye. And so, not completely of your own free will, you start hanging out with the group, but even the other three are well aware that you are his, and they know not to touch you, or even come within a foot of you. Other people at the school, be it your friends, other peers, teachers, they also take notice of this, because Patrick makes sure everyone knows you're spoken for. And these people, on more than one occasion, try to warn you and they pity you for your naïveté, because surely there's no way you're in this situation with all the facts, right?

Lol, if only they knew. This murderous psychotic solipsist has somehow decided that you're real, and therefore, he must protect you at all costs. You are his to keep, his to love. And you know everything about him, his little brother, his fridge, everything. You know him. He's your Patrick, your silly little pyromaniac. And you know that this unfathomably dangerous man would do anything for you. Other people are always so flabbergasted when they see the local sociopath holding your hand, walking you home, tenderly stroking your cheek.

The other three Bowers' gang members can only laugh when some poor soul tries something with you; they know that it's only a few seconds before Patrick shows up, because he's never far, something that brings you great comfort and makes you feel safe. He would take you into his arms, check you over for any signs of hurt, discomfort, anger. If you're crying hell shush you and whipe your tears. Once he knows you're alright, he kisses your forehead and lets you go to stand with the other three, while he turns to the culprit with murder in his eyes.

Patrick being soft for you, and you alone. He would burn down the whole world if it meant you could be warm.

[pastelearthling65]

It characters as cursed roblox images

[miyuuuki]

Kinda Crazy…

SYNOPSIS: Dating vic was a roller coaster, more-so considering his violent and cunning nature.

PAIRING: Victor Criss/Masc!Reader

WARNINGS: slut shaming, body shaming, misogyny, slightly toxic relationship.

A/N: quite different from usual content, but I still very much love IT. This is kind of loosely based off of Selena Gomez’s Kinda Crazy song. Really trash but hope y’all enjoy loll.

———

You and Vic were a fling, a couple who lasted first semester and barely making it to second.

you did love him, but truly, you couldn’t handle his violence and his behavior.

Even though vic was the “least toughest” or “nicest” member out of all the bowers gang, he was still cruel.

He posed as though he had strong morals, but you knew it all to be untrue.

You’ve noticed how everyone you were once so close to distanced themselves from you, and how anyone who looked at you wrong, always seemed to be hurt.

You’ve even witnessed the countless acts hes done. Burning kids with cigars, jumping people who either wronged you in the past or touched you.

Being misogynistic out of the blue, screaming insults at the losers, especially to both Beverly and Richie.

Calling Beverly, insults such as “skank”, “slut”, “whore”, and many more.

Beating or humiliating Richie, with insults.

You felt as if you couldn’t even touch, speak, or even look at someone without them getting hurt. And you were tired of it, because no matter how much you tried communicating with him, he’d repeat the same empty promise.

“I promise I’ll change, I’ll try.”

So eventually you were fed up and ghosted him, and not too long, broke off the relationship.

By now you still have lingering feelings for him, though barely. At least that’s what you think.

Though you couldn’t say the same for Vic. He’d been calling your phone line, harassing you at school and so on.

And the fact your houses were opposite of each-other, didn’t help at all either.

He could see through your window, and easily visit your house. Though he hadn’t done that, yet.

Right now you were in your bedroom, doing a school project with a classmate.

And it also so happened to be Greta. A girl who slept around, especially with that Patrick guy. It’s rumored they first slept together in 5th or 6th grade.

Greta, was a bitch. No sugarcoating, right now she was barely doing anything. All she had tried to do was you.

“Greta, just go home. I’ll finish the project.”

“If you say so.” She says with a wink before leaving.

You sighed before continuing, you were disturbed by a phone call, once you answered a familiar voice appeared.

“Why did I see Greta fucking Keene coming out of your house?” You heard Vic’s voice.

“What’s it to you?” You said with a annoyed tone.

“Did you do something with that fucking whore!? If so, (name), I’ll fucking kill her! Do you hear me!?” He screamed into the microphone.

“Fucking shit, vic. Do you hear yourself!? You sound like Henry! Fuck off already, it’s been months. Move. On.” You said anger evident in your tone.

irritated, you pulled out the plug of your landline as that wasn’t the only call you received that day.

Though you failed to see Vic watching you through his window.

“Vic? The fuck are you doing here?” Greta said, angered that she was interrupted from harassing beverly.

“What did you and (name) do the other day at his house?” He asked with a shallow tone.

“What’s it to you?” She said.

“What did you do, Greta.” He demanded.

“Why the fuck do you need to know? Don’t tell me you’re still not over him. It’d be pathetic if it’s true.” Greta said laughing.

“Did your whore ass sleep with him!? if so I can gut you like a fucking fish right now.” Reaching into his pocket to hold the switchblade he stole from Henry, though not yet showing it.

“If I said yes?” Greta said with a laugh.

“I’ll make you regret even looking in his direction.” Vic said, grabbing Greta’s hair with a tight grip while grabbing the switch blade.

“Hey!! L-let me go! What the fuck are you trying to do!!?” She screamed.

“Teaching you a fucking lesson, goddamn whore.” Vic responded.

Here you were, in history class watching everyone present, one thing you noticed was Greta not being fucking present.

‘Where the fuck is this bitch, I didn’t fucking write shit for her to read off of just so she can be fucking absent.’ you bitched in your head.

You rose your hand, and asked to go to the bathroom. The teacher agreed so you went out.

“Is she skipping..?” you mumbled wondering.

she said she’d be here today, now where the fuck is she.

You went into the bathroom and was about to go in a stall before someone grabbed the jacket you were wearing and slammed you into the wall.

“What the fuck-! Vic!? You’ve got to be kidding me..” You said, already annoyed.

“Tell me. What did you and Greta do!?” He said.

“Why the fuck do you need to know, leave it alone Vic.” You responded.

“Fine then. You made it easier for me.” Vic said before walking out.

“Easier, how!? Vic!” You said confused.

You thought wondering what he could mean by that.

‘Holy shit.’ You thought before running out after him.

———

TAGLIST:

@akiraackerman19 @lizzhearthz @call-me-nev

[s6xpunk77]

Vic Criss GIF Dump? Collection? idk

Belch then Henry then Patrick🤗

All my gifs of him : All Victor Criss GIFS

[dumbdumbartprojects]

dont ask questions that are gonna make him even more emotionally constipated

[barrackspredator]

reader x belch and reader x vic hcs please!

I feel like I've written quite a few Belch headcannons already, so for my sake I'm taking a break from writing about Belch so much and spread some love to Vic <3.

Victor x Reader Headcannons

Vic has always been a quiet, reserved boy. The kind of guy to always have his headphones in, and it was no different when he was dating

He loves sharing his music tastes with his partner, shoving his headphones over his partner's ears before pressing the start button on his Walkman

Trying to have deep talks with Victor is like talking to a brick wall unless you caught him at the right time

Victor himself is a guy with lots of emotions, but his reserved nature (and fear of looking weak) keeps him from being entirely emotionally available to his partner

His safe space is his room, so being invited over is incredibly rare

Maybe after about 5 months of dating, he'll invite his partner over to just hangout in his room

He's big on sleeping

His ideal date is inviting his partner over and simply napping for hours while their limbs are tangled together

Despises having the gang around his partner

Small talk is okay, but deep talks while high are his favorite, especially when he gets to discuss his plans and silly things

He isn't really the jealous type. He just doesn't really care all that much

Vic doesn't talk much but his facial expressions speak for him

Emotionally neglectful boyfriend. Do not come to this man with problems because he will not know how to respond

Painfully blunt and hurtful sometimes

"Do I look fat in this?" "May I suggest workout clothes instead?"

Conflict and arguments are his least favorite aspect of dating, especially because he's actually very good at arguing. However, he sucks at consoling, so after arguing his little heart out he cannot console his weeping partner

[katztails]

the night after

no longer writing in bulletins

writing in third person now

tw: mentions of kidnapping/yandere behavior

note: i do NOT support these types of behaviors, this work is entirely fictional, do NOT read if these subjects are a sensitive topic for you

(name) woke up the next morning, eddie and richie were on both of their sides. they thought the two would leave when they fell asleep, but they didn’t mind if they stayed or not. it was also warmer than it usually was, but they noticed it was because the two stayed.

warm.

they decided to get up, but gently and quietly. the blanket that covered (name), richie, and eddie was uncovered by (name), then they made sure to put it back on the two boys. they headed to the bathroom and brushed their teeth, standing on top of discarded clothes from the few days before. a voice had called from across the hall.

“(name)!” it was their mother, she walked into the bathroom. “honey, i’m off to work, your dad went to work before you woke up.”

“okay, mom.” they said, spitting out their toothpaste. “i’ll be here, or just hang with my friends.”

“alright, hon.” their mother grabbed the back of their head and tilted it down, kissing their forehead. “i love you, if you need anything, call me.”

they nodded and gave their mom a squeeze. “i love you too.” they said, she waved at (name) as she made her way downstairs and out the door.

the individual walked back to their room, where eddie and richie were just getting up. (name) turned on their light and greeted the duo with a good morning.

“morning, you two,” (name) smiled, “you sleep okay?”

“yeah, uh.. when was the last time your sheets were changed?” eddie asked in a panic mode.

“uh, a week or two ago.” (name) sais, eddie had a slight wave of relief pass him.

richie suddenly put his head on (name)’s shoulder. “thanks for the sleepover, babe.” they jumped at the boy’s sudden actions.

“n-no problem.” (name) said, trying to hide their embarrassment. eddie rolled his eyes at richie. “are we meeting up with the others today?”

richie nods, his head still on their head. he made a pouty lip. “too bad they missed out on-“ richie began speak, eddie bonked his head.

“let’s go.” eddie simply said, he took his hand into theirs, and turned back to richie. “c-catch up.”

“fuck you!” richie screams out before getting up and chasing eddie and (name) out of the (last name) house.

dear lord

“well, how was your night?” bev asked (name), ignoring the screams of richie and eddie in the background. (name) gave her a thumbs up and a smile. “great, missed you, by the way.”

“s-same..” (name) said, their eyes widened, they felt embarrassment become their facial expression. “w-what are we doing today?”

beverly looked at the boys, smirking at the group before looking back at (name). “i was thinking, us to, leaving them behind.. let us have our own moment, just you.. and me~” the boys all yell at the redhead in protest.

“hey! that’s not what we agreed on!” richie yells out.

“i know, but i couldn’t help myself.” bev said, giving (name) a peck. “we gotta let you know who, they’re already taken.”

“b-beverly..” (name) said, covering their face.

“you want me to kiss you again, hon?” she smirked, before (name) could answer, ben came over and turned beverly’s switch down a bit.

“so-sorry..” ben said apologizing to (name), who said it was no problem, smiling with an flustered look on their face. “you know, i-if any if us make you uncomfortable, please tell us.”

“you guys aren’t, i just.. didn’t know that you guys had these types of feelings for me, besides i’ve never had this much attention on me, that’s why i react the way i do.” (name) said, looking at ben. “i love you all too, but i’m just not sure how to process this.”

“take your time, (name).” ben said, smiling.

stanley came walking up to (name), giving them a wave. “hey, heard you had quite the ride yesterday.” (name) laughs.

“something like that, haha.” (name)’s laughs went to chuckles.

“bill was worried about you, well, all of us were. but, seemed like he was worried the most.” stanley said, looking over at ben, who was talking to richie and eddie. “i feel bad for the poor guy.”

“how did he react when ben told you guys..?” (name) asked in a concerned tone.

“he snapped at every little thing, but it was understandable. you mean a lot him, (name), you mean a lot to all of us.” stan said, taking both of (name)’s hands in his. “but, bowers.. that bastard thinks he and his.. freakshow friends can just take you away. i won’t allow it, neither will the others..”

“uh, stan.. it’s okay.” (name) assured the boy.

suddenly, footsteps are heard, not so far from where the losers were. the losers all turn around and see that it was the devil’s kid himself, henry bowers and his goons.

stanley put his arm in front of (name), while mike came out of nowhere and grabbed their wrist and pulled them to the side. stan and mike nodded at each other in agreement. they all got in front of (name), trying to keep the bowers gang as far from (name) as possible.

“..where are they?” bowers said, hands on his hips.

“behind us, you greaser motherfucker!” richie yells.

“good, then i’ll make it easier for you little pussies.” henry said, taking step by step closer the the losers. “i’m gonna be nice and ask once, hand them over, no one gets hurt.”

“you only looked at them in the hallways, buddy. we were here first.” bev said, crossing her arms. “i could also show you how much they are head over heels for me~”

beverly walked over and hugged (name) from behind. “bev..” bill said, in a somewhat stern voice, but beverly didn’t listen.

“don’t worry, i don’t make advances on them of they don’t give me permission to, though i didn’t ask last time.. sorry, babe.” beverly said.

“y-you’re good” (name) murmured.

“anyways, where were we? oh yeah!” eddie said, he grabbed (name)’s hand and made a run for it. “TO-“

“—YOUR MOM’S HOUSE!” richie yelled as he and the other losers followed eddie and (name), which prompted bowers and his gang to follow, leaving belch’s blue car behind.

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bro that took way too long to update 🧍‍♀️

also when i pressed return to start a new dialogue, it makes weird spaces, it bothers me more than it needs to be.

[princess-glassred]

Why does Vic Criss dress like sasha from bratz?

[notsosillyanymore-ehbatman]

I'm back babes

[nazskoll]

Stupid illustration for the second chapter of the FF (on ao3) im writing, Vic and Henry look a bit different because they're younger. As kids i invisioned Vic with shorter hair and Henry with a bowlcut-like, wild mullet.

[cl0wnsoda]

Tbh both would be kinda slay

[creepiecreator]

Hehehehe Remember IT 2017-2019? I sure as hell do