#BowersGang!Reader

[angelbowerz]

Bowers gang asking you out/you asking them out

Henry

-if you asked him out...it would be a no, he would be inlove with you and still say no

"Hey Henry"

"What"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go out some time?"

*gives you a blank stare* "...no"

-he'd wanna say yes but if he said yes to a someone asking him out...his ego would be down a notch

-I mean come on...how DARE you ask the MAN out 🙄

-but a few hours later you're getting books out of your locker and here he comes

"Wanna be my girlfriend or something"

"But I just-"

"I'M ASKING NOW! yes or no"

"Okay sure, I'll be your girlfriend"

"After school we're going to the woods to bang, see ya"

*before you could respond he walks away*

-let's face it..Henry doesn't do dates, he finds them too romantic and cheesy

-you'll obviously hang together but he wouldn't class it as 'dates'...just 'hanging time'

-romantic rating 2/10 😭

Belch

-he would be WAY too scared to ask you out.. poor reggie

-buuut..if you asked him out....

"Hey reggie, I was wondering if-"

"YES"

-you just made him the happiest person alive

-but on the actual day of the date he is PANICKING

-he is so nervous...what If you aren't enjoying it? What if something bad happens?

-what's his solution? TAKE EVERYTHING AND PUT IT IN HIS BACKSEAT

-he has blankets...food..drink...everything

-when he drives to pick you up...omg he is a sweetheart

-waits outside with a bouquet of roses

-treats you like the only person in the world

-drives you to a secluded place and stargazes with you

-the perfect date..literally something out of a movie

-drives you home then calls you later tonight and checks in on you

-romantic rating 100/10!!!!

Patrick

-he wouldn't exactly ask you out but...

-he'll stalk you, wait for the right moment and then just walks alongside you all day

-you won't realise it's a date until he mentions that halfway through

"This date is going great right?"

"Wait wha-"

-he'll walk you home...well follow you home expecting you to invite him inside

-if you don't? That's fine, he'll just climb in while you're sleeping

-he'll either walk through the door or climb through your window

-he'll get in the bed with you...to watch you, not to sleep

-when he notices you start slowly waking up..he'll wait until you look at him then he very slowly turns his head...with the most scary smile you have ever seen

-when you scream..he just laughs...so much

-if you ask him out though...oh god...you're in for a night of torture

"Hey Patrick...I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime"

*does THAT smile* "oh I would love to..."

-it won't be cute...oh no no no

-he'll take you out to the movies, not to watch a romantic movie

-Patrick will do his research to find the most scary horror movie playing right now

-if you think he's taking you there so you'd cuddle into him....ahahaha aren't you delusional

-he'll laugh his head off when he sees you scared, pure happiness

-if you try covering your face, he'll take his hands, place them on your head and will force you to watch that movie

-After it ends..he'll still scare you in ways (making you jump etc)

-if you're in the right state of mind, you wouldn't go near him again...but if you're THAT crazy over him...goodluck

-romantic rating -10/10

Victor

-if you ask him out infront of the gang, he'd say no just because he wants to act 'cool' in front of the guys

-but when he's alone he'll come upto you and say he actually will go out with you and apologises

-probably had no clue where to take you so you two just end up in a park talking all night

-I feel like he would be very awkward at first but after awhile he'll loosen up and be really cool

-when you two get tired of talking, you'll just end up making out lol

-he'll walk you home of course

-romantic rating 6/10

[cillsblueeyes]

STALKER!reader having a crush on Patrick would include

- You always sitting behind him in classes

- You following him on the hallways

- Hiding behind the walls

- Secretly taking photos of him

- Your locker full of stalker pictures of him

- doodling his name and "Mrs y/n Hockstetter" all over your notepad

- and sometimes the tables in classes

- No one sitting on your spot or next to you because it freaks everyone out

- Patrick knows

- The whole gang knows

- Henry always makes fun of it

- Vic being embarassed because wtf thats sick

- He's smoking

- So you started smoking aswell

- You always wear short clothes

- Hoping to impress him

- He doesnt care

- You know where he lives

- Always hiding behind a tree

- Sometimes getting off when u watch him change clothes

- One day you follow him into the woods

- And find out about his fridge

- Taking photos

- He notices you there

- Being hella mad

- From that day onwards the Gang bullies you even more

- You have his photos all over your bedroom

- You masturbate to them

- Sometimes even on the school toilet

- That one day he looked super hot

- You couldn't take it

- Masturbating in the empty hallways

- He caught you

- grabbing you by the hair

- Unzipping his pants

- Forcing his dick into your mouth

- Him facefucking you

- Pulling you away before he finishes

- Turns you around

- Letting your shorts down

- You weren't wearing panties

- Just in case this would happen

- You always dreamed of this

- Him fucking you from behind

- This lasts good 5 minutes

- He pulled out again

- Forcing you on your knees

- He finishes into your face

- Your face covered in cum

- Happily licking it off

- Him wiping it off your face

- Covering his fingers with it

- Demanding you to suck it off

- Then he just left

- It's a thing now

- Fucking in school a lot

- You the happiest person ever

[bowersgangobsessed]

Hate Turns to Love

Henry Bowers x Reader Requested by x0softxgirl0x: Can you do a henry enemy reader where he slowly falls for them end with smut :3 Fluff! Smut! I kick my feet up on the desk, boots clunking against the surface. I lean back, hands in my pocket, fingers playing with the knife residing there. “L/N, you’re late again.” I shrug, smacking Regina’s shoulder. “You should’ve driven faster.” She pouts, looking at me. “Not my fault you forgot Patty.” I roll my eyes, seeing Henry glaring at me from across the room. “You got a problem Bowers?” He sneers at me, flipping me off. I return it, before looking forward. God, this is gonna be a long day. “Class dismissed.” My eyes shoot open, Regina, Vicky, and Patty hover over me. Patty grins at me, grabbing my hand. I yank it away, grumbling. “Don’t touch.” She backs away, smirking. “Come on. We gotta go. Schools out.” We walk out, past Henry and his gang, watching as they pick on the so called “Losers Club”. Fingers wrap around my arm, stopping me. I flick my knife open, pressing it into the neck of Patrick Hockstetter. He grins, licking his lips. “Little kitty’s got claws. Mrow.” I roll my eyes, stepping back. “Fuck off Hockstetter.” He steps back, looking much like an animal. “Hey Y/L/N.” I look over Patrick’s shoulder to see Henry walking closer. “What Bowers?” He grins, stepping close to me. “It feels like you’re trying to start a fight.” He leans in, eyes searching mine. “You wouldn’t do that, would you?” I push him back, growling slightly. “You boys would lose. That’s why you feel so threatened. Isn’t that right girls?” They stand behind me, agreeing. “How about we settle this?” He flicks his knife open, spinning it between his fingers hypnotically. “Today. The Quarry. Be there.” I smile. “Alright Bowers. We’ll see ya there.” He shakes his head, chuckling. “Oh honey. This is between us. Not them.” He steps closer, leaning in, his breath fanning across the skin of my neck. A shiver runs up my spine, my breath hitching. “Or are you afraid?” I smirk, pulling him closer. “I can’t wait to end you.” He chuckles softly. “We’ll see about that sweetheart.” He walks backwards, smirking. “Beat ya there.” I turn, hopping in the car and heading to my house. I walk in, finding the outfit I’d planned for this very day. Sexy, but still murderous looking. Might as well give him a show before I end him. “Perfect.” I adjust my belt, attaching a second knife just in case. I breathe in deeply as I walk outside. “Here we go.” My mind wanders as I start to walk. Henry. Henry Bowers. What did he do to make me hate him? Do I hate him? I shake my head, attempting to clear it. I’m just nervous. “Don’t chicken out now.” I turn into the forest, feeling the dead leaves crunch under my boots. I hear a splash, looking to see Henry in the water. I watch as he swims around, watching as the muscles in his back ripple beneath the skin as he moves. His skin has several deep scars and cuts on it, I stare knowingly. He turns, standing, his hand running through his hair. I shiver, stepping closer. I see his clothes in a messy pile on the shore. “So you showed up.” I steel myself, staring him down. “Of course.” He steps closer, slowly walking up the shore. The water flows down his body, shining in the light. “Join me?” He extends a hand, and I stare at it confused. “What?” He smiles, chuckling. “Humor me will you.” I nod, slowly stripping off my clothes. “So you did come prepared.” He points vaguely at the several weapons I brought. “Well yeah. I thought we were going to fight.” He smirks, extending his hand towards me again. I take it as he steps back into the water. I follow him, the water lapping at my ankles, my knees, my waist, my shoulders. He smiles, teeth sparkling in the light. “See? Isn’t this nicer?” I look at him, confused. “Why are you being so nice?” He shrugs, before diving into the water and swimming a little further away. I follow, coming back up and pushing my hair out of my face. “I know you don’t actually hate me.” He stands in front of me, turned away. “It’s all about appearances. Isn’t it?” He turns to look at me, a sad smile on his face. “I did hate you. For a little bit at least. But then, I started to think about you more. I left you little notes and gifts.” I gasp lightly. “That was you?” He nods. “I couldn’t just outright say anything. Appearances and all that.” He shrugs. “How would it look if the two worst people at school showed they had feelings?” I look away, thinking. He’s right. “I’m sorry Henry.” He laughs. “It’s fine.” He walks closer, his hand cupping my cheek. “Because now, we’re alone.” I shiver, seeing the lust in his eyes. “Henry...” He buries his face in my neck, nipping at the skin lightly. “Tell me to stop.” I wrap my arms around his neck, fingers intwining in his hair. “Don’t stop.” He smiles against my skin, slowly pushing me back towards the shore. He lays me down, slowly stripping off the last of my clothes. “Damn, even prettier than I imagined.” I blush, stroking a hand down his bare chest. He strips, positioning himself between my legs. “You ready?” I nod, he pushes in slowly causing me to growl. “I won’t break damn it!” He chuckles softly, starting to piston his hips against mine. Our moans fill the air of the quarry, feeling like the only two people in the world. His thrusts start to become sloppy as we get close. “Henry...” He moans, as I come, soon following behind me. We both lay, panting. He pulls out, collapsing next to me. I grab his hand. “This won’t be a one time thing right?” He looks at me, smiling. “No. You’re kinda mine now.” I smile, leaning my head closer to him. “That’s fine with me.”

[owenteagueobsessed]

Late Night Games

Owen Teague x Reader Fluff!!! “So! We have game all set up!” Finn smirks around the table. “Darkest Secrets.” I smile towards Owen, his eyes barely visible behind his sunglasses. I reach up, slipping them from his face. He smiles, his eyes glittering. “Let’s play!” Sophie smiles, placing cards down on the table in two piles. “It’s like truth or dare, but dark.” I smile, climbing onto Owen’s lap. “Y/N! You’re up first!” I grin, grabbing the first dare card. “Now read it aloud.” My eyes scan over the words on the card, before becoming very wide. “Come on! Say it!” I clear my throat, thinking. “Make out with your crush.” They all lean in, staring at me expectantly. “I-Um. Don’t feel okay with this.” Finn rolls his eyes. “Come on! Just do it!” I clear my throat. “Fine.” I turn to face Owen, a shy smile on his lips. His eyes sparkle in the dim light. “Hi.” My cheeks flush as I lean in, tentatively pressing my lips to his. His hand cups the back of my neck, his other hand pressing against my lower back. His tongue slithers into my mouth as he pulls me closer. “Jesus! Get a room!” We pull away from each other, panting slightly. “Next person!” Owen leans in, wrapping his arms around me. He whispers softly. “Be mine?” I smile. “Of course.” He presses a quick kiss to my lips.

[gaybullies]

Chapter 1 of (Not) Daddy Material

- 1990 Henry Bowers X Pregnant Reader requested by

@bowersgirlbitches

​ . its short, but i hope you like it, I gave it my best shot uwu “You’ve been acting weird lately, Henry. What’s going on?” Henry’s head was moving side to side, his lips half pursed and bitten, and the tip of his dark, front rushed hair was bobbing as he rocked and tapped his leg to his seat. “Henry?” you repeated, shifting your weight to try to get a better look at his face. “ ‘m fiiine,” he insisted, exasperated in a way that almost sounded sarcastic but you knew was meant not to be taken as such, then leaned back, stumped, with his hands in his lap. “Just- God... I...” He exhaled loudly and shortly in some way that seemed defeated. You were confused about this, until he’d said: “You made me want it.”

Oh. The baby. Somewhere between two days and a week prior to this (you couldn’t really remember-- what was time, anyways?), you two had shared a conversation. You had stated that you were pregnant, which of course, was much to Henry’s dismay. You supposed he was right- His accusations were by no means baseless. When the results came in positive, and he asked the affirming, “You’re not havin’ it, right?” You responded with a coy hum of, “I dunno.” The way he looked over, glared, sighed, shook his head, and unintelligibly grumbled- it was clear this time your coyness wasn’t appreciated. You didn’t really care whether it was or wasn’t, though. He assured you that if you had the baby, he wouldn’t be around, he would leave you. You assured him, perhaps in some omission of greater facts, that you were thinking of not even having it, that there was nothing he could do about it had you decided to. But. You also assured him, perhaps in absolute lie (despite that it would probably be for the best), that if you had the child, he would not be allowed around, so that was not a problem for you. Everyone knew Henry bowers was by no means dad material. Hell, try as he might, he wasn’t even daddy material. But that didn’t change that he was a man who liked-- yearned for-- what he couldn’t have. If you kept him on the edge of his seat, he was all over you like a puppy on bacon. If you were eager and affectionate, that was also something he found attractive, but he still was more distant then. So when you said this, he was conflicted. if you hadn’t, or if you had made it known you wanted it, he would have done just what he said he would. Babies made him sick. Babies were gross. Babies could break too easy and worst of all? Babies made him feel vulnerable. “Whatever,” he had said then, pretending not to care though it was clear to you that he did. It was clear to you because he clenched his jaw, and took out a cigarette. It was clear to you because he blew the smoke in your face, as if to prove he didn’t care one bit for the fate of that baby. And you blew a kiss in the smoke, because if you were going to be convincing, you too had to prove you cared none. “Are you really that mad?” You asked now. You knew he wasn’t. But you knew perhaps he was mad that he wasn’t. “No.” he said, his mouth rounding out the ‘O’ cartoonishly, and the sound coming out as if the answer was more frustrating than what he was answering about. Ah. So you were right. “My Pa’s gonna kill me,” he whispered, shaking his head. “No one has to know it’s your’s. After all..” “Cut the shit! I know you were bluffing.” You were silent. “Wait. You... Were bluffing, right?” “Yeah. I was.” “I can’t believe you got me wantin’ this shit. You tricked me.” “Yeah. Are you sure there’s not a part of you that doesn’t want to want it, though?” He groaned and rolled his eyes. “You and your fuckin’! Philosophics! I don’t fuckin’ know, babe. Can we handle the external shit first? Stop pokin’ around my head!” You were calm. You were always oddly calm and speculative in these things. You didn’t have the same past as Henry by any means. You didn’t flinch when he moved aggressively and suddenly; you didn’t cry when he yelled because he was scared. Or maybe you did, but knew not to give into those things with Henry. You knew he would react badly either way, but somehow you liked him for it, and you would like him for nonetheless if that ever changed. It wouldn’t, you reckoned. He was stubborn, refused to think, had trouble reflecting. But neither of you were twelve years old anymore, even if Henry still sometimes (oftentimes) acted like it. You wouldn’t mind either way if he changed or not. You held his hand. And then every thing was okay for him, for a moment. You held his hand and his shoulders fell, and though his lips were still pursed, his jaw unclenched. You held his hand and his leg stopped moving, and he let out the building hot air from the pocket in his chest through his mouth and nose that he didn’t really realize he was holding in. He sank in his seat.  He sank closer to you. “Alright.” He wasn’t scared as much anymore when he spoke again, and thus his voice was softer. “Where are we gonna go?”                                                      ‘We.’ His lack of usage when it came to this word had assigned a meaning that transformed it into a twist of achey pleasantness in your gut.                                                                        Oh.                                     Oh shit. Oh goddamnit.

[illsssssuckbowers]

wtf didnt know pat was one of the kids in the sink at bevs

[a-pretty-nerd]

Bowers Gang (IT 2017) And Owen Teague Master List

Author's Note:

My god, these bitches gay. Good for them, good for them. I'm not gonna lie, now knowing I'm non-binary, I think my obsession with the bowers's gang was very gender envy oriented. Anyways, I no longer write for IT 2017 characters, but I appreciate those of you that have enjoyed my content during this faze. I used to write for these characters when I was a teenager, I am now an old hag at 23.

General:

Trick or Treat

Patrick Hockstetter:

Untitled

General Headcanons

*I Don’t Care

*Be Gentle, Okay!?

*I Forgot 

*Quarry Quickie

The Day After

*Night Out 

Meeting The Parents

*Red Handed

Henry Bowers:

*Take That

*Work? What’s That?

Unlikely Friends 

*Mine Now

*Lollipop 

*Blue Balls

Patrick x Reader x Henry:

Game Prologue

Chapter 1 *Chapter 2 *Chapter 3 *Chapter 4 *Chapter 5 *Chapter 6 *Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10  *Chapter 11 Chapter 12!Finale! Epilogue

*Blackmail 

New Year, New Girl  Part 2 

Poly!BowersGang x Reader:

Oh My! * Part 2

*RoadTrip 

Owen Teague Characters:

Nolan Rayburn:

*You Walk In On Nolan

Hate Turns To Love Imagine *Part 1 Part 2

So You’ve Accidentally Cut Your Finger

Sweet

*Thursday Night

Ryan “Trick” Trebecki:

New In Town Imagine Part 1 *Part 2

Sweet 

Otis:

Otis And His Angel

Owen Teague Character Period Hcs 

[trickkombowerskru]

Jealousy-Nolan Rayburn X Reader Smut

Request: No here is the 24thd day of the 25 days of trickkombowerskru! (yes I know I’m late I apologize, but I have been swamped with catching up with things plus finals, and it is now past Christmas meaning I didn’t catch up when I wanted to, but I do have all the hcs I have to post for this event after this written, this is my  last imagine and then I just have a set of hcs! I am determined for my lazy ass to  get this done before the new year haha -well here anyways since where I am it’s only like just 11-) which goes to @bowersgang-hockstetter and they wanted  Can you write a Nolan image where guys keep hitting on his girlfriend and he gets jealous? She sees this and shows him how much she loves him *wink wink*

Warnings:NSFW, Sex

This was about the fifth time this week and you could tell it was taking a toll on your boy. You kept having a conversation with the guy at the counter as he tried and failed to hit on you. 

Not only because he was so terrible at it you didn’t even notice, but also  because you saw the ‘kicked puppy’ expression on Nolan’s face. Whenever Nolan was jealous his insecurities got the best of him, and he became about as needy as a lost puppy. 

It was never really your intention to make him jealous, and the past few times it was never this bad, and he got his low self esteem back to their regular levels by the time he was holding you at night. 

Although something about the way this guy was executing his flirting right now, made him was really hurt, and you would hate to be the cause of it. You wrap up  the conversation, paying for your items and head back to Nolan, who was looking at something at another kiosk.

The drive home was almost completely quiet when you got home you decided to confront the problem.

“Hey what’s wrong?” you ask still knowing full well what the problem was.

“That dickwad was totally hitting on you.”

“Was he?” you question acting clueless

“Yeah. How could you not notice?”

“Well for one thing he was shit at it I couldn’t even tell.”

You reach out and caress his cheek, then take his head in your hands.

And two you’re the only guy I notice. How many times do I have to tell you my eyes will never wander Nol. I love you and I don’t want anyone else, especially some asshat who thought that was good flirting, you reassure him making him chuckle. 

“God I love you. It’s just hard not to get a little jealous even though I trust you,” he says  he says giving you a shy smile,still retaining a slight bit of the puppy demeanor.

“Come here,” you say.

You smile back and give him a kiss. When you pull away you expand your arms, putting your hands your the back of his neck, pulling him closer, and making your forehead touch.

You caress his cheek again, making him melt into your touch, before you start kissing his neck. 

“Let me show you.”

“Well how can I say no to that?” he asks.

 You take his hand and leading him back to your room. 

He sits down on the bead and you can see his leg adorably bouncing up and down. It stops as your straddle him kissing his neck some more. 

You get on your knees, looking up at him as you quickly are able to get him out of his boxers. Seeing him nice and hard, you take him all the way before pulling back a bit. 

You give little licks here and there in between your head bobs driving him absolutely wild, letting you know with the sweet sweet sounds of his loud moans

“I-I’m gonna,” he breaths out,you pull off of him before he can cum leaving him confused for a moment, as you go back to kissing, finish stripping him, and letting him strip you. 

You straddle him again kissing his neck, still seeing his face a bit out of it, not sure why you pulled away.

“Babe what are you-OH,” he lets out as you slide yourself on to him.

You lean down, leaving some hickeys as he plays with your boobs with both his hands and his own mouth, while you ride him to both your heart’s  content. 

As you speed up  the pace you can feel yourself growing closer and closer, Nolan gets the memo and reaches to toy with your clit, and that is what does it. 

You clenching around him is more than enough to spark his own orgasm as he does a few more quick bucks of his hips before he’s absolutely gone, screaming a mix of your name and swear words.

When you’re done you lay on top of him,he’s holds you letting out some breathless chuckles. 

“I love you,” he says  as you adjust in his arms getting of being on top of him, opting instead to lay your head on his chest. 

“I love you too Nol,” you smile giving him a lazy kiss before drifting off to sleep in his arms. 

[angelbowerz]

[ super specific my bad ]

can you write headcanons for henry bowers x a male reader? pref. w/ reader being all A's, popular, "prep" 🧎‍♂️‍➡️ -🕷

Henry Bowers with a VERY smart bf

-the first time he knew about you was when he moved to your class and the teacher is giving out test scores

"Wow y/n! A+ as usual"

*DEATH STARE*

-NOW he knows who you are, and youll be in alot of trouble at first with Mr Mulletman

-he'll force you to do his homework and since you have a crush on him..it would be a yes so he'll lay off you

-he either figured out you had a crush on him or somebody told him (probably Patrick)

-okay...let's be realistic, at first he'd be PISSED a boy has a crush on him. This is Henry Bowers we're talking about here

-but after a few weeks of calling you every slur in the book he'll find you, bully you, kiss you, then runs away as fast as possible 😭

*kisses you*

"I still hate you...QUEER!" *runs away*

The actual relationship

-he'd want it to be a secret for nobody to know, he'll think having a boyfriend would ruin his reputation

-he would NEVER take you to see Butch, you'll only be allowed around his house when Butch is away (only doing it because he loves you)

-you'll still be forced to do his homework, but he'll say it in a nicer way...

"Y/n. Do my homework."

"Okay :]"

"Hm. Good"

-in public he acts like such a dick to you but you know he doesn't mean it

-in private, especially in your house, he's VERY chill and sorta nice if you keep him talking long enough

-he will force you to sit next to him in EVERY class you have together...not to spend time with you, so he can copy your work

-'study dates' where he just watches you do all the work

-when Butch beats him, the first thing he'll do is go to your house and just hug the life outta you

-if he's in a venting mood (very rare) he'll probably express how he thinks its stupid about keeping the relationship private since you're both guys

-the only time he'll probably be affectionate in public is either

On Halloween when you're both wearing masks

If you're at a place where nobody ever goes to

-I'd say after around a year of you two being together he'll be more open about your relationship (tells his gang etc)

-if anyone even looks at you wrong, they'll get a good punch from henry

-his gang won't mind that he's dating you, but Patrick will either tease you or try doing stuff with you (if you know what i mean)

-when you tell Henry about Patrick, he'll literally beat Patrick so bad he nearly dies

-when you're having an argument with eachother (a bad one) he'll say some pretty mean stuff due to the fact you're both boys

"I only dated you because you're so desperate y/n! You think I'd actually love another guy?!?!"

-he doesn't mean it but, he'll always say stuff like that when he's having a hissy fit

-later on he'll apologise...in his own way

"I'M SORRY OKAY?! God Y/n! So damn emotional"

-let's say you was still together after graduation and you leave Derry together

-he'll be much more relaxed since he knows nobody in this new town/ Butch isn't there

-he'll FINALLY hold your hand/kiss you in public

-it will take a few years but..his temper will slowly go away and he'll become nicer

-buuuttt, since you're very smart...and he isn't, I could see you two breaking up in senior year since you wanna go to college and he doesn't, you have a very big argument over it where you break up with him

-if you never speak yo him again after that, he'll probably marry some girl who loves him to make Butch happy but in reality he wishes she was you

-regrets not begging you to take him back

-he'll forever miss you

[banesbottombitch]

Henry Gets A Haircut Moodboard and Official Playlist

Your love is scaring me No one has ever cared for me As much as you do Ooh, yeah, I need you here, oh

Scary love // The Neighbourhood - Spotlight // Lil Peep - We Don’t have To Dance // Andy Black - Never Let This Go // Paramore - Me, You, and My Medication // Boys Like Girls - Dirty Little Secret // All American Rejects - Homecoming King // Andy Black - Ain’t It Fun // Paramore - Ruin The Friendship // Demi Lovato - True Love // P!nk - Awful Things // Lil Peep - Dance Inside // All American Rejects - Dont You Want Me // The Human League - Nicotine // Panic! At The Disco - Daddy Issues // The Neighbourhood - No Surprises // Radiohead - Anything Anything // Dramarama - The End Of All Things // Panic! At the Disco

[banesbottombitch]

Damn “Henry gets a haircut” got angostura at the end my man would you be up to do a part 2? Even if you don’t I still think it was pretty dang good👌🏼

I didn’t know I needed a part 2 until I started writing it. This went from platonic to vaguely romantic, and if you think I’m sorry, you be WRONG. Feel free to request part 3, if y’all want it.

Word count: +3,300

Warnings: Dank Kush, Alcohol, Vic gets wasted, Grabby Grant, ends up being a lil Patrick/Reader because of COURSE IT DOES. She/Her Reader.

Related: Henry Gets a Haircut

In theory, it would have been a beautiful thing. Your best friends, all happy and dating the girls (or boys, who were you to judge), and you, dating some cutie with a niche for giving you soft kisses and who would whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

The reality, however, was anything but happy.

Vic still stood strong in his fight to keep the girls at bay, happy to sit alone in his own company and watch the others flaunt their arm candy. Henry and Patrick flew to the chance to snag a girl, and within a week since your earth shattering revelation was made, they had each gotten someone. Belch took a little longer, but was starting to warm up to a nice girl from your chem class.

But you?

Well you were in solidarity with Vic, sitting next to him on a wrinkled leather couch at a house party and left to watch your other friends suck face and leave no room for jesus as they danced and grinded to a slow beat of some catchy song, the flow erotic and hip sounding as it crackled through abused speakers.

You rolled your head to face Vic, who played with a fake septum he had slipped in before you and the others picked him up for the party.

“So what’s your excuse? Why don’t you have a girl tonight?” You offered in conversation, holding the jackets of Patrick and Henry to your lap. Your painted and manicured nails picked at the studs stitched into the shoulders of Patrick’s leather jacket, scrunching your nose up in distaste as you caught a flash of Henry macking hardcore with the familiar face of Carly Henderson, who was the host of the house party and the boys current main squeeze.

“Hm?” Vic said, blinking slowly, still feeling a nice high from the joint Henry had offered the group before entering the party. He smiled slowly, following your eyes. “Oh. Jealous?”

“Not like that.” You sighed, running your fingers over the divots and leather of Patrick’s jacket, trying to distract yourself. “Just in general. Everyone else is getting lucky and I’m kinda just…”

“Stuck with me on a couch?” Vic rose an eyebrow, and you gave him a frown.

“I don’t mean it as a bad thing. But yeah. I’m here on the couch, they’re going to get lucky and I’m going to suffer in the lonely loneliness of being a loner loser.”

The blond squinted, processing your words at a snail’s pace. “Dude, chill. You’ll get a guy.”

“No,” You muttered, eyes rolling to the ceiling as you scooched closer to Vic. “I’m going to finish senior year without a single date. Watch it happen, Victor. Mark my words.”

With that, Vic pushed himself up, the couch rustling in protest as he rose. “I’m getting you a fuckin’ drink.”

“Rum!” You called after him. “Lots of chaser! Wait, are you even good to wander off-”

He bobbed and weaved through the crowd, your words lost on him. You sat there for a while, song after song playing before you swore under the beat of the music, and stood, throwing on Patrick’s jacket and folding Henry’s over your arm. Vic was a ditz when high, a literal air head. He wouldn’t be returning to the couch for another hour, and even then, you were sure he’d have forgotten about the alcohol before then.

Fiddling around in the pockets of Patrick’s jacket, you pulled a few artifacts out. In your hand was tangled ball of a necklace long forgotten in his pockets, a couple loose pills that you weren’t sure if they were party drugs or his actual medication, his grim reaper lighter, and his pack of clove cigarettes.

“Bless you, you dumbass.” You praised his forgetfulness, in desperate need of a smoke to escape your own thoughts.

Stuffing everything but the lighter and the cigarettes away, you slipped into the crowd, heading for an exit. You side stepped couples and drunken teens, ignoring grunts of protests when you forced people out of the way when they covered doorways, and finally made it to the kitchen. Vic was nowhere to be found, and seeing it was the only place where alcohol was stored, you figured your hunch about him forgetting to grab the drinks was true. Snagging a loose bottle of rum off the counter, you chucked the cigarettes in another pocket of the jacket, fixing yourself a quick drink with the white rum left to sit at the bottom of the plastic bottle and forgotten orange juice resting in a pitcher on the counter.

Sipping it and satisfied with the ratio, you left the kitchen in time to avoid a pack of wasted jocks, who stampeded the beer keg as you flew out the back door, ready to drink and smoke on the back porch.

There were a few stragglers outside, mostly the more alternative kids and a few stoners. Everyone was evenly spread out, a few clustered around the pool and making small talk. Awkwardly, and with some difficulty given the jacket you carried and the drink in hand, you made an effort to wave to a few people.

They either returned the gesture, or completely ignored you and left you to your own devices. It was pretty warm outside, but you kept the jacket on nonetheless, Henry’s draped over your arm as you leaned against a post and rested your drink on the banister, pulling out the cigarettes and lighter before putting one between your lips.

The lighter took a second to catch, low on fluid, but you were able to light a glorious death stick in a moment, and took a long and well deserved drag.

You exhaled thick wisps of too-sweet smoke, enjoying the taste of the clove cigarettes nonetheless. Patrick used to smoke menthols, while everyone else usually smoke marlboros and called his taste in smokes nasty, but you had always been more than happy to share a cigarette with the lanky boy. Plus, he always had extras from no one sharking off him, so it was like you two split a pack anyhow.

“Hey.”

You turned, lifting your drink to your lips and taking a swig. Your eyes raked the boy in front of you up and down, not affected or impressed with him by much. He had to have been from another school, because you had never seen him before. With his box-dyed black hair, medusa piercing and nose ring, he looked like he would be a residential ‘edgy boy’ of a primarily preppy community. The studded jacket, similar to Patrick’s you thought with amusement, and torn up shirt only made your assumption grow, as did the dirty combat boots he wore and the arrangement of ear piercings that glinted under the soft outside lighting.

“Hi.” You nodded, putting your drink back down and taking another puff of your smoke. You watched him, judged him, and wondered what his next move would be.

“Never seen you around.” He started casually, tilting his head back, dark eyes giving you a once over before he pulled his lips into a smirk.

You decided very quickly that you didn’t like that smirk.

“I’m around.” You breathed smoke in his direction, watching as he didn’t flinch away, but moved closer.

Flicking ash from your cigarette, you straighten up from the post, wary of how closely he advanced.

“What’s your name?” He asked, voice thick, a little husky. “Name’s Grant.”

“Ain’t that a cute name?” You sidestepped him, drink left forgotten as you pressed the cigarette back to you lips. “Name’s [Last Name].”

“[Last Name]? Nah, gimmie your first name, sweetheart.” Grant breathed, making the mistake of reaching out and brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

You spit smoke, like an enraged dragon, and caught his hand. “Don’t. You wanna be friendly? Try someone else. I’m not in the mood.”

“Aren’t you?” He flicked his tongue over his bottom lip, wetting it as his eyes danced. “You’re all alone, drinking by yourself? At a party? Don’t you want company, baby?”

He curled his other hand closer, making an advance on your waist. His fingertips brushed your stomach, and you felt a jolt of both disgust and immediate fear from the gesture.

“Dude.” You gave a last warning, throwing his wrist away from you and jumping back. “Drop it, I fucking mean it.”

Retreating, an act that in it of itself you despised, you went back inside, dropping your cigarette in a forgotten soda can and hurrying to leave the kitchen. It sizzled loudly, the music and the sound of advancing footsteps following you as you rounded the kitchen and waded through the dining room. You felt his eyes on you as you weaved between your fellow classmates, eyes searching heads to find one of the boys.

You spotted Vic first, who danced in between two girls with a glaze to his eyes, but that all dropped when you snatched his shoulder and jerked him away.

“Whoa-” He steadied himself on you, and you were surprised to smell the reek of alcohol on his breath.

“Seriously? How the hell are you drunk, you’ve been gone all but fifteen minutes.”

Wobbly, but with a grin, he answered. “Shots, man. They’re doing them in the dining room. I had… this many…”

He held up both hands, eight fingers raised.

“Wait.” He held the last two up. “This many. And one more, but it was like, half of someones rum and coke so it doesn’t count-”

You groaned, glancing behind you and catching the swift gaze of Creepy Grant, his eyes glinting with thinly veiled mischief.

“Great, you’re tipsy right now but all that shit is gonna hit you in like ten minutes. Congrats on getting shit faced.” You pulled him from his dancing companions, who whined after your retreating forms.

“Wooo!” Vic slurred, leaning heavily on you as you parted the crowd, using him as a weight to barrel through people.

It didn’t take long to reach Henry, who you happily grabbed by the elbow and jerked from a passionate embrace.

“The fuck-” Henry raised a fist, ready to throw hands with some punk, but found you and a soon to be wasted Vic on your arm. “What.”

“He drank a lot. There’s some creepy guy following me. Fix that mess while I take him to the restroom, he drank ten shots and half a rum and coke, apparently. I see chunks in our future.”

Giggling, Vic enveloped you in a hug, nuzzling your head with his own.

“You’re so fuckin’ sweet, Princess.” He drawled, holding you to him.

“Very near future.” You pressed, mouth forming a thin line as your eyes sought Henry. “Seriously man, help a little here.”

Carly Henderson fixed her hair, peering over the crowd in search of this mystery stalker. They landed on someone, and she registered a look of familiarity. “Grabby Grant?”

“Oh my god that’s so much better than what I named him, but yeah.” You allowed Vic to curl into your neck, his breath tickling your throat.

Henry’s eyes sifted through the faces as well, stopping and pointing to someone. “That guy?”

You glanced in the direction he pointed, finding him to have picked Grant out of a crowd expertly. “Yep. He tried to touch me and when I told him to fuck off he kept coming. I bailed, and now here we are.”

You watched Henry’s eyes narrow, lip curling at your words. He straightened himself, eyes never leaving the crowd.

“Go, get Vic to a bathroom before he spews, and one of us i’ll find you guys.” Henry left then, snatching his jacket and throwing it on, wading through the crowd with a vicious look.

Carly sighed, scratching her temple with a frown before she set on you with a clearly irritated glare.

“Surprised you fought him off. He seems like your type.”

Carly ran a manicured hand through her long ebony locks, storming away and leaving you both confused and with flushed cheeks.

“What a bitch.” Vic huffed, and immediately swung you in time with himself, humming along to the lyrics of the song. He wanted to dance, but you had other plans, and as you tossed aside your muddled emotions, you dragged him away from the crowds, hauling his sloppy ass up the stairs as he sang along to the lyrics of some Lil Peep song.

“I can make you rich, I can make you rich,” He drawled, in tune despite his drunkenness. The alcohol was hitting him hardcore now, that much was obvious. “I can make you this…”

He droned on and on, attracting a few looks, but you ignored them as you brought him to the master bathroom, which was blessedly devoid of others. Then again, Carly had made it clear that no one was supposed to go into the master, but she wasn’t exactly in your good graces, so who were you to listen in the heat of the moment?

So the master bathroom is where Patrick found the two of you, Vic emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet while you sat beside him and rubbed his back. You made the effort to wet a washcloth earlier, hoping it would soothe the heat he was emitting from his sticky skin.

“What the fuck happened to him?” Patrick gestured vaguely to the poor boy, and you noticed the forest of hickeys on his pale neck. Smeared lipstick could be found there too, but you forced yourself not to care, returning your attention back to Vic.

“This dumbass drank like ten shots and had half a coke and rum.”

Patrick couldn’t help the little snicker that your words brought, but he bent down, patting between Vic’s shoulder blades and offering a remorseful smirk.

“You’re gonna be death tomorrow, kiddo.”

“Fuck you.” Vic rasped, flushing the toilet before unloading another wave of vomit into the once pearly white bowl.

Patrick practically cackled, straightening and nodding at you. “Jacket.”

You pulled it off, handing it over and running a comforting hand through Vic’s blond locks. They had stuck to his forehead from sweat, but you applied a damp and cool wash cloth to his forehead and he moaned in thanks.

“Henry dealt with some bitch you complained about, Belch was helping him beat the fucker last time I saw them, I only caught word because Carly came up and complained about Henry ghosting her.” The dark haired boy tugging out his pack of cigarettes, sitting on the edge of the tub and tapping the pack against his palm.

He stuck a smoke between his lips, lighting it on the first try and inhaling deeply. The room filled with the scent of lavender from the handsoap on the counter and the sweet cloves, the smell comforting you some but disgusting Vic.

He leaned heavily against the toilet bowl, rolling to your touch. “I feel like shit.”

“Really? Wouldn’t have guessed.” Patrick said with little consideration, chuckling as smoke escape his mouth.

You took toilet paper, wiping at the blonds mouth and allowing him to rest himself against you. The cloth brushed his cheeks and mouth as you tried to cool him down further, and he gave a quiet sigh of relief.

There was silence, only the muffled and barely there beat of the music from downstairs to be heard between Patrick’s drags and Vic’s exhausted breathing. Finally, Patrick broke it, eyeing the two of you with an unreadable expression.“So. How’s the whole anti-cockblock thing going for you?”

You frowned. “I’m dateless and taking care of my drunk friend at a party. It’s not going great, but it ain’t too bad, I suppose.”

“She was jealous.” Vic confessed, voice thin. “All night, jealous.”

“Oh, do tell.” Patrick smirked, and you felt your nostrils flare in irritation.

“Not like that, just, annoyed. Envious, not jealous. Jealousy is when you’re worried someone will take what you have. Envy is when you want what someone has. I don’t have anyone to take,” You paused, letting lose a soft sigh. “Therefore, envy.”

“Deep.” Patrick offered uselessly. You snorted a laugh, finding humor in that particular moment. Vic curled close against you, closing his eyes and resting his strength.

It wasn’t long before Belch and Henry found you, the latter with bruised knuckles and the former with a concerned expression.

“What’d he do, [First Name]?” Belch came to your side.

“Drank a lot.”

“No, not Vic. I could guess that already, what’d that bastard do?” He waved off Vic’s predicament, crouching down to get to your eye level. “We decked him and roughed him up, told him not to come back, but what did he do?”

“Just… Tried to touch me, he called me gross names and just,” You squirmed. “Made me feel uncomfortable.”

“He was hitting on you?” Patrick clarified, raised an eyebrow, his cigarette long finished. Despite how he worded his question, you heard confusion and a tail end of concern in his tone.

“Did you tell him to stop?” Belch ignored Patrick, easing Vic off you and pulling the blond up.

“Yeah. like twice. He followed me into the party even after I told him to fuck off.” You rised with Vic, and Belch’s expression darkened.

“Lets go, lets get you and Vic home. Tonights been enough of a shit show, don’t need him blowing chunks down the hall.” He led the weak kneed blond out, Patrick following up beside you as you trailed after him and Henry.

The drive home was quiet, and you noticed how Henry’s eyes wandered to you from the rear view mirror. It was odd to see worry there, instead of his natural indifference, and even Patrick was more off than normal. Getting Vic inside was a nightmare, but at least it was agreed on that he would stay with you for the night.

Patrick helped you lug him up the stairs, Henry and Belch left to make awkward small talk with your parents, who were more so relieved to see you home in one piece than bothered that you were out with a bunch of punkass teens.

You lowered Vic onto your bed with Patrick’s grip tight on his arms, taking his vans off and draping a blanket over him.

“Rest up sleeping beauty.” Patrick whispered, earning a clumsy smack on the leg from Vic, who rolled into your fortress of blanket and pillows with a grunt.

You collected a bucket from under the bathroom sink, set it by the bed, and walked Patrick out of your room and to the tops of the stairs.

“I’m exhausted, tell the guy’s I’m going to sleep or whatever. I’ll see you kids tomorrow.” You said, voice strained and the promise of sleep sounding absolutely perfect in that moment.

“Will do…” Patrick turned to go, but hesitated, swiveling to face you. “Next time… Next time someone fucks with you, come to me. It’s not just Henry and Belch with the muscle. I could have done something, and I would have done something, you know that, right?”

You frowned, and reached to brush his arm, hoping he found the gesture comforting. “I know that. I just couldn’t find you, Pat.”

His eyes, bright even in the limited lighting of your second story, searched your own. Finally, he reached out himself, but chose to push a lock of hair behind your ear.

“‘Kay then Princess, sweet dreams.”

Quickly, as if the touch had burned him, he pulled away and headed down the stairs, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

You watched him go before returning to the bedroom, closing the door softly until it clicked closed, padding to the bed and sitting on the edge Vic had not yet occupied.

You kicked off your shoes, remembering what Carly Henderson had said to you.

“He seems like your type.”

You undressed, throwing a nightshirt on and crawling in bed, Vic finding you through the mess of blankets and pillows, thin arms wrapping tight around you. His breath was sweet with the smell of alcohol, the perfume of your dreams for the night you supposed, but the sounds of his quiet slumbering led to you sleep in what seemed like no time.

You dreamt of Patrick that night.

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Can I get the gang platonically complimenting each other like with new clothes, haircuts, etc

So I’ll be realistic here and say that I took this and went waaaaay overboard and drew off topic, but I hope its okay?

Alt. Titled ; “Henry Gets a Haircut”

Word Count: +1,700

Warnings: She/her reader. Mentions of Patrick being the worst boyfriend. This is pretty fluffy, tbh.

The collective gasp was dramatic and a little concerned, Vic grabbing hold of your shoulder to steady himself as Henry strolled up to the group during lunch.

“Holy shit. Am I dreaming?” He asked, eyes wide but a disbelieving smile playing at his lips. “Henry, is that you?”

Henry’s cheeks flushed, and he scratched at his earlobe, eyes resting anywhere but on the four faces of shock that his friends wore.

“Yeah it’s me, quit creamin’ your pants, Criss.”

You were the first to come forward, running curious fingers through the sandy locks, mesmerized by how short they were now. It had taken years of nagging, innocent little taunts and remarks about how outdated the boys hair had been, but finally, he had cut it to a somewhat normal style. The sides were buzzed short and with a bit of a longer cut on top, styled a top his head with mousse to give it a little extra volume. Henry looked unsure, a little nervous to show his face you’d guess, he had always been defensive of his hairstyle, and you figured he might be worried that you and the others would see his as defeat instead of an image change.

“I like it. You look very handsome.” You said sweetly as he swatted your hands away.

“You saying i wasn’t handsome before?” He snapped, but the smirk that played on his lips was evidence enough that he was happy with your compliment.

“Oh god, you were hideous.” Patrick said from behind you, and you turned, eyes lifting to his mop of dark hair.

“Uh huh.” You said absently, Belch snickering from beside Vic, who both heard the nonchalant challenge in your voice. You took to Patrick, clicking your tongue and pushing long locks from his face, noticing how his jaw tightened.

“Something wrong with my hair, Princess?” He mimicked your sweet tone, taking your hand and spinning you around to pull you close so that your back hit his chest. You muffled a little laugh as he rested his chin on top of your head, chest vibrating against your back as he spoke. “I thought you liked boys with long hair? What happened to that?”

“Henry buzzed his hair, I see the light, I’m a changed woman.” You said with enough theatrics to shame a drama kid, closing your eyes with a wistful expression.

“Hmph.” The dark haired boy grunted, wrapping an arm loosely around your waist as your eyes opened again, seeing Vic run a hand across the soft fuzz of Henry’s head.

“Its a good change. I bet Carly Henderson will actually look at you now.” Vic said with a little smile, Henry snickering.

“I’ve had her twice with that glorious mane of mine. I’ll have no problem with her, mullet or not. She’s easy.”

Belch gave Henry a little side eye at the comment, but left it be, sticking his hands in his pockets. “You look good, man.”

Two weeks passed, Henry’s popularity with the girls in your grade growing by the day. Lunchtime was hell for you and the others, girl after girl coming up and trying to schmooze some attention from your friend, who was getting quite an inflated ego from it all. Vic was the first to complain, you quickly followed up as the second, but more so because you were being bothered in and out of class because Henry Fucking Bowers decided to ditch the mullet and get a nice haircut for once.

You had a few classes with the boys, but for the most part, you spent most of your time at Derry high school without them, only seeing them during gym, homeroom and lunch. Thus, you were an easy target for the female population of Derry High to hound about each and every one of them.

Usually they would ask about Patrick, Mr. Tall, Dark and Psychotic. You would be fair enough to warn those girls who had heart eyes for that boy, but rarely did they listen to you. The few that made it into Patricks romantic life ended up regretting it, not having believed how rough and handsy he could be. The boy was overwhelming, and not the least bit romantic.

You always seemed more eager to showcase Belch or Vic though, happy to pimp your sweet boys out to the masses. Vic had a certain type, however, and even when girls approached him, he sent them away more often than not. You had no idea what he was looking for, but apparently it couldn’t be found in Derry.

Belch, or Reggie as you lovingly took to call him, had grown in popularity since freshman year. He rose to stardom in various sports around school, and girls fawned over how tall and muscular he had become over the years. He was a sweet boy, with a lot of love to give, and you had successfully set him up on numerous dates. A few built on to becoming long and lasting relationships, but after a few months girls seemed to lose interest and ghost him.

You blacklisted those girls, hoping they could feel your shame eyes burning into their backs as you walked to classes.

Henry though, Henry had never been a favorite of the girls. He was crass, unbelievably rude, and you had heard plenty of girls calling him ‘Damaged Goods’. Henry was rough around the edges, cruel nearly always, but you could never bring yourself to call him damaged goods. He was your friend, and despite being a hard headed dick sometimes, you knew that what was under that thick skin of his was a guy in need of a lot of love and acceptance.

So it was different, hearing girls ask about him. What did he like? What were his favorite movies, colors, and flavor of candy? Did he like going out on dates? What was he like outside of school?

You welcomed these questions the first few days, but eventually it became exhausting, and you addressed this at lunch one day, holding a bag of hot cheetos out for Patrick to munch on while making a point to keep eye contact with Henry.

“Dude. You gotta ask a girl out. I am begging you. For the love of god, pick one.” You said quickly, glancing around in search of the mob to come. “Please.”

“God, yes, please.” Vic agreed, leaning over and nipping a cheeto from Patrick’s fingers. He munched on it for a second before frowning. “And make sure she isn’t annoying. Don’t mess with the dynamic of the group.”

“The fuck you talking about, ‘The dynamic’?” Henry scoffed, no lunch packed for himself that day as he chose to steal from your carefully made meal. He dipped a carrot in hummus as he looked to Belch. “You hearing this shit?”

“I am… And I agree. We already have a…” Belch paused, sipping at a coke his mother had packed for his lunch. “A set role for each of us, I guess. You, the leader,” You noticed Henry puff up a little at that, pleased to be recognized as such. “Patrick, as literal Satan. Vic, the romeo, stealing hearts wherever he goes while being the most fashionable and stable one of us. Me, the guy with the wheels who make sure you all don’t run around like lunatics. And [First Name], the queen of the bowers gang.”

“Aw.” You smacked a hand to your chest, feeling loved. “Thank you, Reggie.”

“Literal Satan?” Patrick repeated, stuffing hot cheetos on his mouth. “Really?”

“That was an understatement, you’re right.” Vic nodded, jokingly assuring Patrick, but continued where Belch left off. “Don’t get some girl who fucks that up for us, man. There’s already going to be a challenge with having two girls in a group, don’t snag a girl who wants to take over one of our roles.”

“Right- wait. You think��� It would be a challenge to have another girl around?” You looked to Vic, then to Belch, who at least had the decency to look guilty. “Why?”

“You don’t play nice, Princess.” Patrick answered, stealing a swig of your lemonade and smacking his lips. “You get a little jealous when we screw around with other girls.”

“I- I do not!” You defended.

“You do.” Belch said, and Patrick gave an amused snort at your side. “My last girl backed off because of you, actually. You’re a lot for someone who doesn’t know you like we do, and, well, you’re really… Touchy feely? Handsy? Like P-”

“You better hold that thought, Reggie. I am not as handsy as Patrick.”

Henry, unimpressed and munching on another carrot, looked you dead in the eyes. “You’re worse sometimes. You get away with it better as a girl, I guess, but you kiss our cheeks, play with our hair and hug us all the time.”

“Not to mention calling us at all hours of the night.” Vic added.

“You steal my shirts and wear them to school, people thought we were dating for a solid three months at one point.” Patrick patted your arm. “Face it. You’d intimidate the hell out of any girl who dated one of us.”

You sat there for a moment, shocked to silence. Then, slowly, you took your lemonade and took a long gulp before setting it back on the table. “I’m ruining your love lives, aren’t I?”

In unison, the boys nodded. “Yep.”

“Ah fuck me. Is this why no boys ask me out? Am I unapproachable, because people think im pinning after one of you?”

“For the most part, yes.” Belch shrugged, scratching at his neck. “I keep telling the guys on the team that you’re available, but I guess they’re not hitting you up, huh?”

You groaned, resting your forehead on Vic’s shoulder. “I’m cockblocking you all and myself.”

“Huh.” Patrick said, catching your attention. “When was the last time you went out with a guy?”

You narrowed your eyes. “A long… Long time ago.”

And it was then, over a water bottle full of lemonade and at a concrete lunch table, that you decided you’d back off from the boys. They were still your guys, your best buds and secret keepers, but if you wanted to ever get laid again and have your boys do the same, you knew it was time to back off.

Just a little bit.

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Henry Gets A Haircut Hcs pt 1

Got a curious pm this morning asking if I would do a few, and tbh, I’m game. Heres stuff that might be mentioned, or might not, in Henry Gets A Haircut, that are always on my mind. These are long. Whoops.

Henry’s got a wicked as fuck tan in the summer, and gets a field of freckles over his cheeks. The reader thinks they are adorable and assures him they’ll rake in the ladies, but he is 11/10 self conscious about them.

Belch spent middle school and his first year of high school in baseball, but got tired of the sport and switched to wrestling for a season, then football- where he found a calling. no one can knock that boy on his ass. He is a tank. A monster. His nickname on the team is “Hulk”, and he has gotten scholarships from his impressive game.

Vic listens to Post Malone, and if you think the gang doesn't rip on him CONSTANTLY for that, you are wrong. the funniest remark  so far is by the reader, who said; “Post looks like how a fart smells.” 

Patrick had to attend dance and piano lessons as a child and he has war flashbacks anytime someone tinkers with piano keys or he sees one of COUNTLESS photos Angela has of him dancing at church get togethers. It is well known not to mention this in the group- but you know Henry has busted his ass over it several times.

Vic attends dance classes four days out the week. Two days are hiphop and rhythm style dance, the other two are classic ballroom. He did ballet for one year but Henry found out and ragged on him for MONTHS. He lived it down senior year, but it was hell for a while- especially when Henry made gross comments on him being a ‘faggot’.

Vic is genderqueer masc, uses he/him pronouns and is Bisexual. The reader knows, but the other guys are in the dark, and he intends to keep it that way for as along as he can.

Patrick is Pansexual. He has slept with just as many boys as girls, and could care less if his bed partner used specific pronouns or what was in their pants. He can make it work no matter what.

Angela and Charles Hockstetter met at the University of Maine and expect Patrick to attend their college.

Additionally, in Henry Gets A Haircut, Charles owns a well managed paint and home supply chain of stores that are throughout Penobscot county, while Angela is a prosecuting attorney who works in Bangor.

The Reader and Vic live in the wealthiest part of town and have been friends since infancy. Their parents met long before either child was born, and they were raised alongside each other. Vic attended camp every summer until eighth grade and the reader followed after him happily, whether it was theater camp (nice, Victor.) or regular old summer camp.

The reader isn't close with her mother, but likes her father enough. Her mother dislikes Henry, Belch and Patrick, while her father happily welcomes the boys. Her parents have a very off handed style of parenting, and their handling shows with her impulsive and attention seeking actions of going out with dangerous boys and throwing herself into parties at random- but as long as she comes home and keeps good grades, they dont seem to care what she does.

The Reader is terrified of Butch Bowers, and has seen him openly threaten his son before. The gang kind of shrugs it off, but she sees how much it tears him up, and any times she has tried to reach out to him over it, Henry builds a wall.

Belch has the best relationship with Henry and Vic, sometimes feeling isolated by how close Patrick and the reader are. He loves them both, yes, but always knew that they had something different between them than the rest of the gang. He’s relieved that they’re dating, but worried all the same.

The gang loves music, this is a given. They are all comfortable enough with each other to sing (given, if there is alcohol involved) together. The Reader and Vic know every lyric to Intergalactic by Beastie Boys and scream sing it often if drunk together. Henry and Belch rock the fuck out to Iron Man by Black Sabbath and (though they will NEVER admit this) You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi. Patrick knows every word to Dont You Want Me By the Human League and can be found humming the tune absently. Patrick and Vic both enjoy anything by Lil Peep and have no shame in singing any of his songs at the weekend bonfires.

Patrick’s avid music collection hosts several songs he would attribute to the Reader. Because I know y’all are sluts for some Pat/reader content, I’ll tell you a few; Minerva by Deftones, Anything Anything by Dramarama, Bizarre Love Triangle by New Order, and Spotlight by Lil Peep.

The Reader has a car, as does Patrick. Vic used to, but he totaled it in junior year. Henry is the only one in the group without a car or license. 

Bonus!!! NPC stuff!!!

Ryan Burns, Dylan Pram, Cole Harris, Gretta Bowie and Donnie Parker have all been mentioned in my previous works, as well as Donut Dans and the Burns Diner (though the Burns diner was not referenced by name, only by style.)

Ryan Burns is pure and innocent and can do no wrong. He is also closeted and is in love with his best friend, Donnie Parker. Ryan wants to go to state on a track scholarship and do political studies and become a local politician. Sweet Bean. Protect him.

Dylan Pram is too stupid to think for himself. Cole Harris is a college dorm predator in the making and has zero redeemable qualities. These two rival the Bowers Gang in term of reckless bullying and have butted heads with Patrick and Henry on numerous occasions. Patrick would murder Harris if he could.

Donnie Parker is shy, reserved, but very genuine. He is mentioned in When You’re Strange, and will be a recurring face in the series (once i get back to writing it)! He likes classic hot rod cars, and has a good relationship with Belch after playing baseball with him in middle school.

Gretta Bowie and the Reader aren’t friends, but aren’t enemies either. They play nice, and it works. Gretta is also Carly’s best friend, but Carly greatly dislikes her.

Carly Henderson and Henry were in the same seventh, eighth and ninth grade classes back to back. They were on decently friendly terms until junior year, when Carly and Henry met up at a party and kissed. It spiraled from there.

[bowersgangobsessed]

The Scaring Hour

Patrick Hockstetter x Punk!Male!Reader Requested by x0softxgirl0x: Patrick and his punk boyfriend scaring kids on Halloween My combat boots barely brush against the grass as I follow Patrick through the shadows. “Come on handsome. Do you want to barbecue them or not?” I smile, grabbing his hand. Our rings clink together, a soft metallic sound filling the quiet air. We round the corner, crouching. “Ready?” I nod, adjusting my hair. “Of course.” He grabs out the hairspray, shaking it. The chatter of children comes closer, Patrick nods to me, his eyes glittering. He leaps out of the bushes, flames licking at the leaves. I leap out, starting to chase them. They throw their candy bags, and I bend over, picking them up. Pat’s hand slaps my ass, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Good haul tonight.” I smile, pressing my lips to his. “Wanna go back to mine?” He grins, nodding.

[bowersgangobsessed]

The Stalker and The Murder: Part 2

Patrick Hockstetter x Crazy!Reader Requested by @x0softxgirl0x : Do you write smut if so can you write a second part to the stalker and the murder :3 SMUT! Patrick’s eyes sparkle as he looks at me. His tongue drags over his lips, slowly, my eyes following, entranced. “Come on baby. Help your god out a little.” I smile, stroking a bloody hand over his chest. I flick my knife open, dragging it down his chest quickly. I rip the remains of his shirt off, throwing it to the ground. He smiles at me, cupping my face and forcing me to kneel in front of him. “Show your god how much you love him.” I smirk, slowly starting to unbutton his jeans. My fingers stroke over his skin, earning a hiss from him. “Come on. Don’t tease.” I smirk, pulling his dick out and tonguing at the slit, earning a pleasured moan. I slowly start to take him deeper, wrapping my lips around him. His fingers tangle in my hair, forcing me to move. My head bobbing as I take him deeper, his moans fill the air of the junkyard. “You’re too good for me...” He soon comes down my throat as I swallow. I open my mouth, showing him. He smiles, pulling me to stand. His lips press to mine, he pulls away, his eyes still dark with lust. “Your turn babe.” I smile, slowly stripping my clothes off. He pants, pumping himself and walking closer. He backs me up against a car, smirking. “Turn around babe.” I smile, turning over and bracing myself against the hood. I wiggle my hips, grinding back against him. A groan escapes his lips as he positions himself. A loud moan escapes my lips as he presses in. “Taking my cock like you were made for me.” He starts to piston his hips against mine, moans fill the air from both of us. The car rocks back and forth, making Pat fuck me deeper. “Pat... More. Please.” He bites into my shoulder, drawing blood. I moan at the feeling, his hands gripping my hips, bruising underneath his fingers. I feel myself get close, my fingers scrabbling at the hood of the car. “Patrick...” He huffs, his thrusts becoming sloppy. I cry out, seeing nothing but white as he continues to slam into me. He groans loudly as he finishes, his hips coming to a stop as he collapses on top of me. He pants against my neck, his breath hot compared to the cool air. “Did I show my god how much I love him?” He chuckles softly, pulling out and collapsing next to me. I flip over, staring at him. “I love you.” He stares at me from the corner of his eye, a gentle smile on his face. “Love you too.” I grab his hand, entwining our fingers. “Happy Halloween.”

[bowersgangobsessed]

Split Feelings

Patrick Hockstetter x Reader x Henry Bowers Requested by x0softxgirl0x: Can you do something where the reader is dating Henry and there at the quarry and Patrick likes the reader and asks why choose Henry or something :3 The request I sent in with the angry small boi can you add smut into it if no that’s ok :3 Smut! “Why?” I look out at the rest of the gang. Specifically Henry. “Why did you choose him?” I look at Patrick, his eyes reflecting the light. “Patrick...” He shakes his head. “You know I’d be better than him.” He flicks his lighter open, a nervous twitch. “If he wasn’t such a bitch, I’d date you both.” I look at his face, watching as he stares out towards Henry. “That’s not such a bad idea.” He looks at me, a face of shock hits his features before he grins. “Shall we?” I smile, waving to Henry. He swims over, pulling himself onto the cliff area. “What?” I smirk. “I wanna date both of you.” Henry becomes shocked, slipping slightly. “What?” “You heard her.” He glares over at Patrick. “I’ve seen the way you look at me.” Patrick smirks, reaching out to stroke a finger lightly down Henry’s chest. Henry shivers, lightly leaning into the touch. “You’re fine with this?” I nod, grabbing their hands. “Twice the cuddles.” Patrick grins. “Twice the fucking.” I smirk, nodding. Henry leans in, pressing a passionate kiss to my lips. Patrick pulls at my neck, forcing his lips onto mine. He pulls away, grabbing Henry’s face in one hand. He pulls him in, practically shoving his tongue down his throat. Henry groans, grinding down onto Pat’s thigh. Pat pulls away, grinning. “Needy one aren’t you?” Henry flushes, grabbing my hand. Patrick’s hand grabs my ass, squeezing slightly. I squeak, grabbing onto Henry’s shoulder. “Ooo. Sensitive.” Patrick’s finger trails up my side, grasping at my breast. I gasp, moaning lightly. Patrick smirks, pulling away. He grins at Henry, pushing him to lay down. “Let me take care of you handsome.” He pulls down his underwear, taking Henry into his mouth. Henry groans, his finger tangling in Patrick’s hair. Patrick’s fingers maneuver around my bikini, pressing into me. Pumping in and out in a near impossible pace. Henry soon comes down Patrick’s throat, a moan escaping his mouth. That pushes me over the edge as I come around Patrick’s fingers. He pulls out, pulling off of Henry. “Now who’s going to take care of me?” I smirk, turning over to look up at him through my eyelashes. I take him into my mouth, deep throating him a bit. He moans, fingers tangling in my hair. Henry strokes a hand down his chest, his other hand stroking down the back of my thigh. Henry’s hand pulls at Patrick’s hair, making him finish down my throat. I pull off, smiling. “Oh this is the beginning of something great.”