#Or Vic on the shoulder of Patrick

[girlystories]

Being the Bowers gang girl

*ೃ::Both platonic & romantic headcanon

– pairings: various x reader

addition warnings: swearing, bullying, very few depictions of sexism, few derogatory names, toxicity, abusive parenting.

words: 2.6k

this was entirely inspired by z0mbiekittyy, so please check them out!

Meeting/joining the gang

you were at first the quiet, loner girl who kept to herself, only having a few acquaintances, with very few friends.

it wasn't because you were a loser. only the opposite. everyone wanted to become friends with you or get to know you in some way but you never let anyone get close.

everyone had heard of you of course. when they realized you were different they stopped trying to read you or make their mind about you.

that was until greta keene couldn't get enough. she hated the attention you got. so one day she started spreading rumors about you.

it was relatively easy, since no one knew you enough to disprove them in any way. one word went to another and everyone in town now started talking shit about you.

despite that, you didn't care. you had your mind somewhere else. popularity and school drama weren't your thing.

you didn't mind hearing the remarks spat at you when you wandered the halls or when you were in class. you were completely and utterly unbothered.

word got fast that it even reached the all too feared bowers gang.

you were making your way to biology class when you were shoved against a locker, all your books falling one by one on the floor.

"well well well, if it isn't derry's most favored whore", henry was the first to indulge in the act.

he was followed by vic, or – as he liked to refer to him as his 'right-man', "hey, hank. why haven't we ever tried to mess with her before?"

you tried to back up slowly, but your back hit against another frame. when you looked up your eyes met with a pair of green ones, followed by an unsettling smile.

it seemed like no one noticed what was happening – or in better words, no one gave a shit about what was happening.

"dont worry, [name], we're not gonna kill you, jeez," belch revealed.

that made henry groan and turn his head towards his friend. "shut up."

patrick, still behind you, held onto your shoulders, which was very easy due to his height. "or we will, you will find out soon."

"both of you shut up," henry silenced them before it could escalate to something else. "so, how about you come with us for a ride? ya'know, get some air n' stuff."

"you mean like skipping school?", you asked.

"why? are you scared? I'm sure your reputation is as shitty as it can get. can't get any worse than that. even ours is better."

you shrugged, and just decided to follow them. just as you sat at your seat – between vic and patrick, you couldn't make out the read ahead of you, as they were driving recklessly. where you were, you hadn't the slightest clue.

they were laughing and howling, sometimes shouting at the drives passing by.

you? well, you were scared shitless. you clung onto your seat belt, and holding back the urge to start shrieking.

after a while you got used to it and had to admit deep down it was kinda fun.

when you stopped, you realized you were at a junkyard. they prepared a fire when the sun began to set down and opened some bottles of beer.

as you all circled around the fire you began to talk about whatever. you also found yourself to... tolerate them. or, better yet, even enjoy their company.

before you knew it, little by little you hang more and more with them, slowly becoming one of them. it was the first time you were a part of something. they felt like home and you could trust them, despite the hardships and more extreme emotional outbursts.

your reputation got even worse but you didn't care. you had found your people.

Activities

other than hanging out in the junkyard, you guys do other stuff (of course).

it's like you all live together, while you also don't. frequent sleepovers, meet-ups on each other houses take place, ect.

vic once convinced you all to go camping a few towns away. despite being the one who recommended the idea, he ended up despicing it. on the other hand, patrick who hated the idea ended up having the most fun. scaring vic by hiding bugs in his tent and pretending he was hearing bears or wolves. belch had enough and kept demanding they'd stop fighting, while you kept laughing at vic's reactions everytime. you never went camping again.

every morning belch picks everyone in order, first henry, then patrick, then you, and lastly – the sleeping queen himself: vic.

then, you make a stop at the local diner, everyone choosing their own specific order that the waitress had already memorized.

unless vic had a hangover from the party the day before, he wouldn't stop complaining about who-knows-what.

sometimes, when you were really bored, you'd go out of town in search of abandoned places, owning them for a while until someone else found them and ruined them almost immediately.

it was expected and common sense you'd show up at ever party. then you all would split for a while but meet up in order to leave. belch was in priority not to drink or get high until anyone else got a license. that's what you all agreed on but that possiblility seemed unlikely.

at school you avoided bullying anyone, but giving up on trying to stop them from terrosizing another kid since it was the only thing they ignored you on. the only time you fought back was to defend yourself. not that you needed to, but because you wanted them to know that you weren't as incompetent as you seemed.

when you had the change you'd shoot empty beer bottles with henry's dad's gun.

Henry Bowers

you and henry would share your deep wounds together. him about his alcoholic and insane old man, and you about your hard time fitting in, both in family and friends.

you would joke around, but to an extent. if you said the wrong thing he'd refuse to speak to you for days, weeks or maybe even months – depending how much it affected him. if he was too stubborn, vic would have to somehow find a way to talk him out of his bitchy attitude.

despite him trying to seem hard-shelled, deep down he was very sensitive. he knew you knew that, and he hated it. it was the only thing he hated about you except the fact that tend to be pushy sometimes.

he had never cried in front the guys, but one day he couldn't hold back when he was only with you. it happened only once, but he still feels humiliated about it and hopes you'd never bring it up. he made you swore to never tell anyone.

butch seemed to like you for a reason, only approving of you from the gang. he hated the rest. when you find yourself at their house, he'd warmly greet you.

at first he and patrick made a lot of sexist joke about you. later when he noticed you went silent you, he started using them less, only saying them once or twice.

always offers you cigarettes, and makes sure to buy your favorites.

sometimes (when he's not in a shitty mood) he pays for your food when you go at the diner without saying a word or giving you the chance to convince him otherwise.

all good things considered, let's be honest here cuz we all know he has more negative that good qualities.

for example; gets jealous super easily and gets mad at you for it, making you apologize for something that isn't your fault.

NEVER admits he's wrong. ever.

when you have a different opinion he tells you to shut up or straight up threatens you.

needs a lot of attention, while also can't have on his tail all the time, making him indecisive and confusing.

sometimes doesn't realize you need help and leaves you deal with your problems alone while you clearly do need some sort of hand.

still, you always have a way to be together again, unable to keep any distance between you both. on weekends you usually take the bus to his house, helping him with the choses around the farm.

Vic Criss

you and vic already knew each other from middle school. you were in the same class and he used to help you with homework.

then, when kids started growing up through that phase everybody did about that sort of rivalry against girls and boys. because of that, your 'friendship' fell apart.

you weren't really friends back then but you could've been.

he never admitted it but he always stared at you from away, wishing you would somehow start talking to each other again.

he was the one who convinced henry to approach you that day. the idea popped into his mind just as those rumors started going around.

he was glad henry agreed. even though he always did, he was anxious of saying no. later, he lied to you, saying it was henry's idea instead and that first interaction you had with him was henry's way of being kind (despite calling you a 'whore').

you and vic were close, in a different way you were with the others. he understood you better and he was very good at telling advice. he was also fun gossiping with. definitely the best when having a sleepover. the others found him annoying or bitchy about it, but with you he was himself.

he also was kinda subtle about his true personality, not showing his true small but intresting quirks only you knew.

speaking of gossiping, almost every weekend he crashed at your place, the excuse being his siblings giving him a headache, while his mom being 'a pain in the ass'.

everytime he had a problem with the others you would be the first to know. he was still henry's 'right-man', but sometimes henry was, well... henry.

at parties he'd get wasted and you'd be 100% sure he'd be found in the bathroom pucking his guts out.

you guys are so close he would be showering while you were doing your business at the toilet, gossiping about everything single detail.

still sometimes helps you with school after some persuation, but keeps reminding you that 'he is not your tutor'.

loves braiding your hair when you're hanging out, especially during class when it's something super boring (even for him).

Patrick Hockstetter

you were honestly pretty scared of patrick at first, and most definitely the only one from the gang who gave you the creepes.

the alligations weren't few, to say the least, and at first you kept your distance from him.

he also didn't try to make a move on you, which you found stange, yet grateful. maybe henry threatened him or something. either way you were considerably on good terms with patrick.

one day at school, while you were waiting for the other three to come at your usual spot during break, he offered you a cigarette. you received it with gratitude, since it was rare for an offer coming from patrick. he even stricked up a conversation, which was... maybe a bit thought provoking.

then he smirked – that one charismatic he wore when you would stop being able to read his mind. he was like a puzzle, but most pieces were missing or switched with incorrect ones. "are the rumors true?", he asked, closing his zippo with a 'click' after he light your cigarette.

"i dont think that you care if they're true or not," you answered back, the tobacco filling your lungs with nicotine.

clouds of smoke escaped his nostrils with each chuckle. "maybe."

on your ride home Black Sun Morning by Screaming Trees was playing from the radio and you found yourself singing alongside patrick. he rose his brows, "you know 'em?"

"duh, of course."

the next day on the ride to school, instead of gossiping with vic you ended up having a deep conversation with patrick about music. you never imagined that you'd be having a conversation about art with him of all people.

since then, you hit it off well. he stopped using sexist comments as well, and even attempted physical contact at the diner, brushing his fingers against your hair. when he realized you let him or try to stop him, he smiled to himself.

in the end you were usually seen together, you sitting on his lap during breaks or at the gym stands, in the car or diner. he would wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. it was making the others sick.

sometimes you attempted to help him with homework, but he only agreed so you could just hangout. he wasn't really interested in attending college. the thing he was good at was certainly playing the guitar. both bass and lead guitar. vic jokes about him making a band but it something told you he didn't view it as a light joke.

one day he invited you to his house to show you his vinyls and discs. that's when you met his mother and was pretty surprised to find out she was vietnamese. he made sure to never speak vietnamese around you or the others.

when meeting you he became less... interested at the fridge at the junkyard, viewing it less and less. maybe therapy was starting to work out? even for a tiny bit.

extremely protective of you, especially at parties. makes sure to keep an eye out even though you wouldn't know it.

Belch Huggins

belch was the most chill and the most independent one of the gang. aways making sure everything was in check and going smoothly. it was no surprise he was super welcome to you and tried to make you at ease the first few weeks, asking you if you were okay or needed a ride home.

is a gentleman, of course. doesn't tolerance any disrespect towards you, no matter how small it may seem to you.

offeres to pay for you when going out, no matter how many times you don't let him.

one time you both got so drunk you couldn't stop laughing; your bellys hurting and your eyes filled with tears while your faces were bright red. it made henry mad (as usual) but it's a memory you'd never forget. you had no way to get back home, though.

on fridays you watch him play basketball, sitting at the stands, and smoking and encouraging him. sometimes vic or patrick came too, but it was very rarely.

he offers you the ball but you immediately decline, being reminded of the day the ball hit you in the face after you missed your shot.

you requested him to teach you how to drive, which was a bad idea honestly. at first you didn't understand his instructions at all, but when he asked you if you had any questions you lied saying 'no'. after that instead of stepping on going forward you accidentally went backwards, almost crashing his beloved trams-am that he named 'daisy'. then you turned the wheel too far, almost falling at a ditch before he saved you two.

swore that you'd never get a license in your life and forbid you anywhere near the wheel, not even the passengers seat.

his dad owes a workshop, fixing cars. he helped too, supporting him in any way he could. you also helped him here and there while he taught you the basics and answered any questions you had.

he promised that he'd let you fix a car entirely on your own without his help. he said he'd also let you keep it for free.

you have a drawer contained only of belch's clothes. at first you'd ask him to try his sweatshirts on. then you'd complain you were cold and he'd sigh, saying you could give it back another day. but you never did.

you loved it when he gave you biggyback rides. his, especially. he could never refuse, despise how tired he was.

[maxiscoolongg]

PATRICK HOCKSETTER HEADCANNONS

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☆ Lets bfr yall probably became friends because you were tutoring him on math because he is failing in school😭😭

★ like the teacher would pull you and Patrick aside after class and be like "Y/n you are going to be tutoring Patrick" you were stuned tbh

☆ Patrick however was really happy or something. When you guys were tutoring he kept asking questions about you.

★ You guys got surprisingly close.

☆ He gives you so much nicknames😭 (Ex: doll, dollface, pretty, darling, peaches)

★ he is really affectionate like REALLY affectionate.

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You were at your locker getting your books for next period until you felt to hands go into your hoops of your shorts you giggled a little as you said "Hello pat" you said sweetly. That same sweet voic that made him fall in love with you "Hey dollface, I was thinking we watch a movie at your house?" He asked as his hands traveled to your waist as his head went onto your shoulder as you looked at him "Mm.. Maybe, I have dance after school" you said as you turned around

"Awh, come one can't you just skip one class, prettyface" He said flirty "I guess I can, but if my mom yells at me I will blame you" You said smiling a tiny bit as he smirked.

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☆ He was the one who confessed to you for sure.

★ he LOVES watching horror movies.

☆ He for sure loves scream (Pretened it was released then)

★ Loves the way you get closer to him everytime a murder scene pops up

☆ If you don't flinch he love if you rant about it.

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You guys were watching a movie and a murder scene popped up, he looked at you a little as you got closer in fear he watched as your brows came together as the character made a stupid decision "Oh my God!- she is so stupid! Why wouldn't she run the other way!" You yelled as he chuckled a little. He ADORED the way you ranted about movies he loves it so much.

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★ Loves your lips, thighs, waist, ass,

☆ Definitely whispers stuff in your ear during school like ge would wishper stuff to make you laugh or to make you flustered

★ Your scared of the Bowers gang. Without a doubt, they are nice to you (Vic is the nicest) but still. You are friends with the losers and the keep telling you about them but you say "They're nice to me though!"

☆ Patrick definitely stalks you and takes pictures without permission. He loves the pictures of you drawing in class,

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YANDERE PATRICK HC

♡ you thought the relationship was all lovey dovey? No way.

♥︎ this man is so fucking overprotective, to the point its not even funny anymore

♡ if your asking me bro probably started stalking you in the 6th grade💀🙏🏻

♥︎ anyway, he probably planned the whole tutoring thing cause believe it or not he is actually probably really smart.

♡ teachers are SCARED of patrick, bro can practically get anything he wants so be careful my guy.

♥︎ If your hanging out with one of friends? Nope. Not any more! Patrick can keep you company,

♡ loves and I mean LOVES when he takes photos of you when you don't know, like bro will definitely pull a Johnathan byers and take photos of you changing. Not even kidding.

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"I'm going to bed night ma!" You said to your mom as you gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked in your room closing the door behind you as you walked to your closet and took off your top to grab a pajama shirt

"God.." Patrick whispered from outside of your window, he was far but not the far, he was far enough you couldn't see him. He took a quick photo and almost chocked on his breath when he saw you bare naked. "Fucking gorgeous, darling" he whispered to himself but then again towards you

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♥︎ bro is a sneaky mother fucker, steals everything.

♡ think a bracelet of yours looks nice? His now. No he doesn't do it because he wants it, he did it because he thinks you looked good wearing it and now he wants it so he can have a piece of you on him.

(EDITED March, 31st 2023.)

THATS ALL I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

[bella-goths-wife]

How platonic yandere bowers gang view you

Warnings: smoking, violence, weird relationships, obsessive behaviour, yandere tendencies, reader is a bad person objectively

Henry:

Henry’s view of you varies on his mood

Sometimes he views you as something of an equal to him because of his narcissistic tendencies convincing him that the two of you are equally intelligent despite you clearly being the smarter one by a landslide

On the days where he sees you as an equal, he almost views you as his right hand woman

Your an extremely honest person, something that would usually put a target on your back with the bowers gang

But your honesty is another thing that appeals to Henry

You don’t sugarcoat your opinions about his actions and your too bored to lie and spare his feelings when he does something stupid

And while there are some days that Henry will become aggressive with you because of your honesty, most of the time Henry appreciates that you don’t fear him enough to hide your opinions

On the days where he views you as his right hand woman, you’ll replace Patrick for the day as Henry orders you to follow him around and basically just help him in his antics

Which you do, even if it’s at the harm of other people

You don’t particularly care either way, not in a psychopath way but more of a bored just by existing way

But it’s not like this for you all the time considering that your the only girl in the group and your much younger than them, there are some more unkind days

There are some days where because of your age and gender coupled with your inability to look after yourself properly, Henry will view you as the bottom of the food chain and you’ll be treated as such

You’ll get the vic treatment as your mocked constantly, unlike vic though you’ll actually respond back with snark or just fight back more in general

That usually just ends up with you getting some kind of unusual punishment

On the days where your the bottom of the food chain you’ll basically be treated as Henry’s personal assistant as you do his homework and cook and clean for him

You wonder why you even stick to this agreement sometimes but the protection that Henry and the others provide is worth it

Plus they’re less boring considering they’re unpredictable

Patrick:

Patrick views you as a challenge, something he can attempt to manipulate and break

And he gives it his best go

He’ll pull out all the stops in an attempt to get you to fall for one of his tricks or to cry at one of his cruel insults

But you just won’t

Your intelligence makes it almost impossible for you to fall for his manipulation

And sometimes you’ve tried to fake falling for it, but you just couldn’t because it was all so obvious to you

But that only spurs Patrick on

He’s a psychopath, he thrives on watching people act out emotionally to make up for the lack of his own emotions

But you don’t, you don’t show many emotions if he’s honest

Maybe he feels something similar to relation between you because of that

Maybe you could relate to him and why he does what he does

Maybe your like him?

He does treat you more affectionately then he does with anyone else as he’ll put his arm over your shoulders as you walk to platonically be affectionate and show the people around you that your protected

And he definitely views you as a challenge, but only his challenge

If anyone else did anything similar to what he does they’d be killed before the sun could rise to the sky

So in short your treated better than in the ballerina au but still treated pretty badly

Victor:

Victor views you as someone who’s finally below him on the food chain

For as long as he’s been part of the bowers gang, he’s always been the bottom of the food chain and the one whose given shitty jobs and constantly mocked

With you around, he’s free from that fate

He can finally experience what it’s like to have someone to look down on and to laugh at

But he’ll do all this in a sickly sweet way

He’ll condescend you and talk down to you like your stupid, like your IQ isn’t miles higher than his is

He’s the one who coined your nickname ‘smarty’

It started originally because he mockingly called you smarty pants to humiliate him but then he quickly took to just calling you ‘smarty’

Eventually the whole gang started calling you that to mock you but it just ended up becoming your default nickname

You didn’t particularly care about vic mocking you, in a way you sort of pitied him

Because he thought he was higher up in the food chain then he was, and it was slightly pathetic in your eyes

You felt bad for him so you allowed the mockery

But vic’s views on you clashed sometimes as sometimes he viewed you as some sort of naive little lamb considering you couldn’t really fight and you were a heavily picked on freshman girl

So he wanted to guide you, something you also allowed because you pitied him

You fulfil his need to be needed and you feed his ego in the meantime

He’d talk to you sweetly like you were a young child and explained obvious things to you like you were just a babe in the woods

But he also beat up anyone who tried to hurt you, so you allowed it for now

If he pushed his luck anymore though, you were sure you could figure a way out to separate him from the group or just manipulate him into doing something incriminating to get rid of him

Belch:

Belch views you almost a little sister figure

He was the first one to meet you and when you met you were nothing but nice to him, even if you delivered your kindness in your usual monotone manner

You were obviously smarter than him, but you never made him feel bad for it and you never shamed him for knowing less than you

You’d even help him in your spare time, you’ll try and encourage him to complete the work himself before you did it for him

Belch enjoyed spending time with you, he rarely got kindness in his life and even with your abrupt and blunt manner you were always nice to him

So he’d protect you from harm and would purposely seek you out at free times just because he wanted to spend time with you

He even got you some small games to play under the desk for when you got bored in class, which you did regularly because you already knew everything being taught

Belch also views you as someone he has to provide for

Belch is very well off, his family is quite wealthy in comparison to his friends

You on the other hand, were not

You were in the foster care system and living in a group home with twelve other kids and a shitty caretaker who barely registered if you were there or not

And belch always noticed how hungry were looked and how tired you always seemed

So he started inviting you back to his home since his dad worked all the time and he had a fridge full of food

You made a meal that night and you wolfed it down in record time, confirming belch’s theory that you weren’t being fed well at all

So you started going to his house a lot more, during one of these times you mentioned how you struggled to sleep since it’s so noisy where you were living

So belch started to offer for you to stay over in one of the spare bedrooms, which you agreed to after a bit of force from the rest of the gang

You practically moved in with belch after that, sleeping at his house most nights

His father had met you at this point and liked you enough to allow this so belch started insisting that you stay more and more until the spare bedroom become your unofficial bedroom

Belch then noticed the state of your clothes and how worn down they looked, and wordlessly he got approval from his father to spend some money on getting you new clothes

When he gave you them you couldn’t help but give him a small hug in thanks

Belch enjoyed providing for you, it felt nice to have someone for him to take care of

It made belch realise how lonely he was before you, and it made him thankful to have you

You practically living with him also made you more likely to accept the bowers gang manipulation and rules

People don’t give belch enough credit sometimes, he was a lot smarter then people thought

Not smarter then you though

[barrackspredator]

Can you write yandere platonic bowers gang x reader?:3 like the readers a little bit younger then them and they see her as a younger sister? ^_^

“Y’know, you can’t scare every boy away forever.”

This defiance was met with some harsh glares and sneers. “Like hell we won’t,” snorted Henry from the front seat on the trans am. His knuckles were bleeding, a price he had to pay for socking your poor admirer into a locker.

“That kid won’t take care of you. Just be grateful we’re here to take care of you, doll,” Belch spoke up, trying to diffuse the obvious tension in the air.

“I know,” you sighed, looking down at your lap in thought. Having to write apology notes to every boy they socked in the face was starting to get tiring.

Patrick snickered from beside you, his eyes lifting from the zippo lighter in his hands. “Tsk tsk tsk. Somebody’s being ungrateful,” he taunted. You scoffed, your eyes not moving from the blood stains on your bottoms. Curtesy of Henry bouncing that kid’s head off the lockers.

Victor gingerly placed his hand on your shoulder, catching your attention. “Hey.” He offered a small smile—it was just his lips pursing. “Don’t think too much into it.”

You nodded, knowing better than to defy your older brothers. Not literally your older brothers, but they sure did act like it. Sometimes you hated it. Hated how they babied you, made you unpalatable to the general public. Hated how every girl and boy in your grade avoided you out of fear.

But there’s always a silver lining. Late night car drives with Belch. Smoke sessions with Vic. Patrick’s animal bone necklaces. Henry’s protection. With a killer on the loose, it was best to have a group of guard dogs.

Even if they drove you mad sometimes, you can’t help but to love your brothers.

i didn’t proof read this. bless up.

[bitches-who-write]

may I request how the gang would react to you checking on them from time to time?? I imagine bowers would just give a wtf look but like he learns to grow on it and b would just find it sweet, but he would never say it out loud

Henry:

Henry is really confused by your act of kindness of checking in on him.

When you first started checking in on him asking how he’s doing, how he’s been feeling, if he needs anything, etc., he doesn’t know how to respond. 

He’s not used to anyone really caring about him, especially in his personal life/home life.

In the beginning, Henry would get angry with your constant checking in.

In a weird way, it made him feel emasculated.

Henry takes anything associated with showing your feelings as a huge sign of weakness. And that’s the last thing he wants to be is weak.

Don’t take it personally but he’ll most likely yell at you to stop asking him questions especially if you’re doing it in front of the other guys.

One on one is a different story, however . 

If you guys are sitting in the open field outside of his house, he’ll open up to you a little more.

Usually he catches himself opening up too much and begins to backpedal.

”Why the fuck do you care anyways?! Doesn’t even matter!”

After he explodes at you and you’re both sitting in silence, he’ll put his arm around your shoulder.

He’ll never say thank you, but take this small act of kindness as his appreciation. 

Belch:

He’s very confused why you’re suddenly asking him questions.

Luckily for Belch, his family is pretty close. As much as he complains about it, his mom makes them all eat dinner together so they can all ‘talk as a family’.

So because he has a good home life, these types of questions aren’t too uncommon.

However, it confuses and weirds him out when it comes from somebody outside of his family.

When you keep asking how he’s doing and how he’s been feeling, he starts to get concerned.

“Why do you keep asking me this, Y/N? Do you know something that I don’t? Am I dying???

“Holy shit, Vic! I might be dying!”

This dude can be pretty dramatic.

Once you  reassure him that he’s not dying, he calms down and casually answers your questions.

He always asks you the same in return, genuinely smiling when you tell him about your day.

Belch grows fond of these daily conversations with you.

Patrick

Listen, Patrick isn’t a normal guy and we can’t stress this enough.

He has a pretty dissociative personality and doesn’t express a lot of personal feelings  unless it’s on his terms.

Usually when you check in on him he’s weary.

Always thinking there’s an alternative motive behind your questions.

You can tell that he’s trying to process and think ahead.

If he’s feeling extra cheeky, he’ll usually give you a smart ass answer.

You just can’t do anything nice for the guy because he doesn’t appreciate it.

Again.. boyfriend material? Absolutely not. But do we all simp for him? Absolutely.

Vic:

Similar to Belch, he finds it enduring.

He’s another one who’s not used to getting attention.

Vic is a quiet guy who keeps to himself so he can easily be overlooked.

He tries not to smile when you acknowledge him and ask him how he’s feeling or check in on him in general.

Honestly, the more you check in on him,the more comfortable he gets around you.

Vic doesn’t catch feelings super easily but this is one way to win him over.

Unlike Henry, he’s not afraid to share his soft side with you.

And because he’s usually so quiet in groups, when you get him one on one, he won’t shut the hell up.   

Getting back to the whole catching feelings thing … don’t be surprised if he ends up falling for you because of your sweet personality.

Thanks for the request @impossibleheartflower

We hope you enjoyed!🖤

[hennyjwrites]

Peaches and Cream: Chapter 1

Sighing as you pull into the school parking lot you resent your parents for bringing you back to Derry after summer break. You had missed the first month of school so technically this was your first day back. You looked in your mirror and smiled at your new look. Over summer break you changed for the better of yourself. You dabbled in makeup, worked out, got a few piercings, and ate good. You were practically glowing.

Your hair was done with your natural kinks, slightly covering your eyes in a stylish way. Before it was either a mess of a bun, or down in a poofy straight style. The lipgloss you had on gave your plump lips the shine that they needed which brought attention to your white teeth. You traded out your overly baggy outfits, for slightly tighter ones which showed your figure. You look good and you know it.

You made sure to grab your backpack which was filled with your art supply before you stepped out of the car. Your pace was slow as you walked through the double doors. Walking with your head held high, you ignored the looks from some students as they recognized you in your new state. When you made it to your locker you caught the eye of Victor Criss.

He was always your friend even though the rest of the gang didn’t pay you any attention. He always helped you with homework and projects and vice versa. You had never taken him for the bully type until you witnessed him roughing a few kids up with the rest of his little group of friends. You never understood how he got wrapped around Henry’s finger but that wasn’t your business.

Victor excused himself from the group heading towards you. You waited patiently as you opened your locker.

“Hey y/n.” He grinned, excited to see one of his closest friends. He liked that you gave him that sense of niceness that he needed after being a part of the Bowers gang for so long.

You shrugged your jacket off and threw it in the locker before shutting it. “Hey Victor!” You pulled him into a quick hug and he returned it awkwardly.

He quickly looked at you, licking his lips slightly. “You look good, what happened to ya?” He asks. Most would’ve taken offense to the question but you knew what he meant.

“Left town for a few weeks. While I was gone I reinvented myself.” You looked around and saw some of the guys who used to avoid you now staring at you. The hallways were full of kids, and they were obviously avoiding certain people. “And obviously a few people like it:'' you joked.

Before Victor could reply Henry Bowers called his name. “Bring your ass on Vic, you can talk to the whore some other time.” He smirked at you and you could tell he didn’t recognize you. Henry and his little sidekick Patrick practically terrorized you in middle school. Always pulling your curls, knocking you over, just being assholes. Their torture died down slightly when you became friends with Victor. You always assumed he told them to knock it off but you were never completely sure. Vic started inviting you to hang with them sometimes afterwards.

Vic turns back to look at you. “I gotta go, I’ll catch you at lunch alright?” He mostly tells you. You shrug your shoulders as he makes it through the swarm of kids back to Bowers. Before you turned away you caught Patrick’s glance at you. He smirked at you creepily before turning his attention back to the gang. Not knowing why, but a slight shiver ran down your body when he looked at you. You walked to your first class as the bell rang, as everyone scurried out of the hallway.

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Walking in the cafeteria, you looked around slightly trying to find a good seat. It was noisy from everyone talking about their summer break but it was bearable. You were about to go sit with your old friend Greta but your arm was grabbed. Ready to push whoever it was off, you roughly turned around until you came face to face Vic.

“Come sit at our table Y/N the gang won’t mind.” He told you, guiding you towards their table. You walked side by side until you finally reached the seats. The two open seats were either sitting between Reggie and Henry or Victor and Patrick. “Cmon sit.” Victor beckoned you. You decided against sitting near Henry and plopped down in between Victor and Patrick. “Guys this is Y/N. '' Victor introduced.

“Hey.”

“Oh Y/N, I ‘member you.” Reggie said smiling. He has a sandwich in his hands which you were sure his momma made for him. “You helped my mama with her garden a few summers ago. You saved me a lot of work with whatever you did.” He informed you.

You smiled at him, showing off your pretty teeth. “Your mama was the sweetest woman Reggie, she still sends my family her special cookies to this day.” You smile.

He returned the smile gently before returning his attention back to his lunch. You were tapped on your shoulder. Who was brave enough to actually walk up to the Bowers table. When you turned around you were met with Jaxon Lane's sweeter than pie smile. He was one of the cutest boys you ever met and one of your long time friends. “Hey Jaxon!” You greeted smiling ear to ear.

Jaxon pulled you up into a hug which you gladly returned. “Long time no see, you look great.” Unknown to you your ass was directly in Patrick’s face. It was so round and looked so soft. Patrick was practically drooling and Henry saw the look in his eye and smirked. “Like what you're seeing Pat? Like having her ass in your face?”

“Fuck. What’s there not to like?” Patrick geowled. Your curves were poking out making your body fill in your clothes. You were one of the good things he created. You smiled slightly at Patrick’s words, not expecting him to compliment you. Patrick turned and looked at Jaxon and smiled creepily. Both him and Henry stared at him for a second. Jaxons face dropped, already preparing for the lunatic to lunge at him. “Scram.” Is all Patrick said before Jaxon turned on his heel and walked away to avoid a beating.

You sat back down in your seat and looked between Patrick and Henry. “You guys are assholes.” You muttered, stealing one of victors chips. Patrick was shamelessly staring at your boobs. Your body was enough to have him practically hypnotized. Now he just wondered what it felt like. Pat dropped his hand on your thigh and you turned to look at him. He smirked at your reaction.

“What Patrick?” You ask, looking across from you at Henry who was close to laughing. Belch and Victor were having their own conversation. He didn’t say anything but he rubbed your thigh feeling how soft you were.

“Quit drooling over the bitch Pats she still looks like the trash she was in grade school.” Henry muttered, eyeing some freshmen to find later. Henry didn’t hate you, he just didn’t find the appeal of you. Or so you thought.

You rolled your eyes. “Everyone else thinks differently, Henry.” You inform him. Patrick leaned into you and sniffed your hair. It kind of creeped you out. “You smell good. You smell like peaches.” He told you. “Makes me wonder, do you taste as good as you smell?” He asks moving his hands closer to the inside of your thigh. You stiffened slightly, grabbing the victor's attention.

He shook his head. “Pat I’m warning you, she isn’t as easy as she looks.” He says, shaking his head. You looked at him confused. How the fuck would he know that? “Tried to fuck her a few times and the girl wouldn’t even spread her legs.” Your mouth dropped. You thought he was your friend. He and everyone else at the table laughed.

Henry laughed at the thought. “Oh I see. You're too bitchy to give it up? Hear that hockstetter, she’s still fresh.” He smirked at the thought of Patrick getting his hands on you. Of course he knows how Patrick is with every girl he’s been with. Henry might not know the details but he took notice of how the girls in this town changed after dealing with Patrick. Maybe if he fucked you up in the head you would get knocked off that high horse you were already on.

If you were lighter you were sure your face would be redder than a tomato right now. Patrick laughed along with everyone else before he leaned down. “Mhm I heard, she's just waiting for someone to make her a woman. You're gonna let me make you one?” He laughed although he was deadly serious. His hand went between your legs and grabbed you. You stood up quickly, slapping him in the process. Even though everyone else was scared of him you refused to be one of those bitches who let him do what he wants.

“I wouldn’t let you fuck me if you were the richest man on earth Patrick. If you touch me like that again, I’ll break your fucking fingers.” You hissed, grabbing your backpack and walking out the cafeteria. Patrick’s face stung in pleasure as he watched you walk out. He smiled and bit his lip as your ass moved with every swag of your hips.

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You had spent the rest of the day in the library examining art books to help with your technique. When the bell rang you quickly made your way out the building.

You shook your head as you saw the gang torturing some freshman. You decided against defending them and continued walking to your car. Patrick saw you and excused himself from the gang's activities. He called after you but it fell upon deaf ears as you continued walking at a faster pace. Patrick’s long legs gave him an advantage because he was behind you in seconds. He bit his lip as he brought his hand down, slapping and gripping your ass. Fuck it was so soft and his whole hand still didn’t cover it all.

You froze in your steps and turned to see Patrick who was staring at you with lust in his eyes. His pupils were wide as he looked. “Fuck your ass is soft. You smell and feel like a fresh peach.” He told you.

“Thanks but don’t touch me like that.” You muttered, continuing to walk. Patrick trailed behind you as you walked to your car. You unlocked your doors and hopped in thinking you were leaving Patrick behind. He went to the other side and got in the passenger seat. “What’re you doing?” You asked, throwing your stuff in the backseat. You weren’t nervous or anything, just confused.

“I can’t sit in my girlfriend's car now, peaches?” He teased, letting his arm fall in the armrest. You grimaced at the nickname and started the car.

“Girlfriend?” You questioned turning your body toward him.

He smiled and nodded his head. “You're my girlfriend now, peaches.” He informed you. When you stare at him his smile drops. “Is that a problem?” He growled, hand already twitching. Not gonna lie it scared you how he could just switch like that’s

You pulled off out the parking lot. “Nah not a problem, just stop calling me peaches.” You muttered, hating the name.

[the-cannibal]

Henry bowers with a stubborn reader?

YAY A HENRY BOWERS REQUEST! I seriously love the bowers gang so much, thanks for requesting this! I hope you like it!

Henry Bowers X Stubborn! Reader

Gender neutral - they/them and you is used

Written on mobile so I apologize if it’s formatted weirdly

You had been dating Henry Bowers for a while now. No one knew how Henry was able to handle you with his short temper and how stubborn you could be. It wasn’t uncommon for you to turn your head up with a “hmph!” If he wanted to do something you didn’t. You almost never changed your mind with anything, if you said you were going to do something then you were going to do it. You lived by a “it’s my way or the highway” attitude.

No one understood how you were able to get Henry to stay. After all, Henry always felt like he needed to be in control. And you made that pretty difficult. Such as today. Henry wanted you and him to go hang out with the gang, maybe drive around town a bit and find some kids to pick on. But you didn’t.

“Come on, Y/n, Belch is here.” Henry said. You did your head turn and huffed, sitting down on your couch and crossing your arms. “No,” You said. “I told you I don’t wanna hang out with them today.” Henry groaned and stepped in front of your line of vision, which you then just turned your head the opposite way. Belch could be heard outside honking his horn for you two to hurry up, but he knew what was most likely happening.

“Y/n I’m not messing around with you! Get up and let’s go.” Henry said, giving you another chance. You simply stick your tongue out at him. That was it. Without giving you a chance to react, Henry picked you up and swung you over his shoulder, carrying you out the house and lightly tossing you into the backseat with Vic and Patrick.

“Hey, Y/n. Not having a good time I see.” Patrick snickered. You kicked him, dodging Vic’s legs in the process, making Patrick only snicker more. “They’re the reason why we took so fucking long.” Henry said as he looked at you through the rear view mirror. You said nothing, focusing your attention out the window.

“Someone’s pissy.” Belch said. And you weren’t quite sure if he was referring more about you or Henry. Henry rolled his eyes. “They can deal with it. I told them we were going to hang out with you guys.”

“Yeah but… Did they have to? Not that I care, you’re great Y/n,” Vic quickly added, which you gave him a quick small smile to assure him it was fine. “But they clearly didn’t wanna come this time.”

“You’re right, Vic.” You suddenly said. “I didn’t want to come. And I stand by that.” You glared daggers at Henry before opening your door and hopping out of the car, hearing a string of “oohs” from Belch and Patrick. Henry watched at you went back into your house, slamming your door shut behind you. He swore under his breath, running his fingers through his hair. “I’d go after them if I were you.” Belch said, glancing beside Henry to the house.

“They’re so fucking stubborn,” Henry mumbled. “I swear it’s like dating a bratty teenager.”

“Yeah well they probably feel the same way about you.” Vic said. Henry leaned back and punched him in the shoulder before leaving the car, watching it drive off from the porch, and then entering Y/N’s home. Y/n was laid down on the couch, arms still crossed, staring off at the tv screen which was playing some random show they didn’t really care about.

Without saying anything, Henry swung his body so he was laying behind you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. “You’re an ass.” You said. “And your a brat.” He replied, gently kissing you neck. He knew that buttered you up. You squirmed and flipped over to face him, both of you having a frown on your faces. But that was just how you both looked. Patrick would often tease the two of you for your resting bitch faces. Which you and Henry would beat him up for.

You kissed Henry’s nose, making him lightly flinch back from surprise. “Thanks for coming with me. I’m still kinda pissed at you though.”

“Yeah I figured you were. Can I change the channel?”

“No.”

[princess-glassred]

Imagine if when Henry started to first grow his hair out into a mullet his father was too drunk to even notice until it was almost touching his shoulders.

Henry's dad was so enraged by Henry growing his longer hair he threatened to cut it off and told him "If you wanna look like a girl i'll MAKE you look like a girl!".

He then came home the very next day with a really gaudy, 60's style dress you'd only see some one like Beverly Marsh wear since it was so outdated and obviously from a thrift store, then proceeded to force Henry to put it on and practically model the damn thing in front of Belch, Vic, and Patrick.

Henry was so embarrassed and scared to be seen like this he actually began to cry, which only makes his dad angrier and feel more validated.

Patrick literally couldn't care less, finding Henry's father's """shenanigans"" trite and kinda boring, and Henry's crying like an inconvenience.

Belch and Vic, however, felt genuinely really bad, but couldn't really tell Henry how they felt since they thought it'd only make it worse.

Henry's father even took notice of this and began to tell them not to feel bad for him since "He's a sissy little queer, they get off on this stuff. He loves it.".

This is not the first nor the last time his father emasculated him in front of people, but it's one of the biggest contributing factors in Henry's toxic masculinity and hatred for anything gay.

Eventually Henry got old enough to where he could have his mullet and his dad wouldn't give a fuck, but the damage was done.

Vic and Belch even notice that after that day, Henry was never seen wearing shorts ever again, because even shorts were too similar to a skirt for him now.

That dress is still laying around somewhere, deep in the back of a closet, symbolic of all Henry hates about himself and hides.

[knyontop]

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Alex is wearing a Ghost face costume! Its nice and warm perfect for the weather, she makes her brother Victor match with her to! Of course she has to cause some mischief she writes in her signature color green “Whats your favorite scary movie?” On a alleyway.

Alex when she first gets there she stays by Victors side, he of course goes to find the bowers gang she hangs around them for a bit before sneaking off as always to hang with her other friends.

She runs into Sawyer and Marilyn she talks with them showing off her cool outfit and showing them the knife she stole from Henry to go with it. She compliments Marilyns angel outfit saying it fits her, shes the angel of derry isn’t she? Alex questions Sawyers choice of costume not understanding it but ether way saying she likes it. She runs off to find Bethany now, Marilyn telling her to be careful out there in the crowd of dumb teenagers.

She finds Bethany and gives her a tight hug, she talks with her admiring Bethanys outfit. She pulls out the knife she stole from Henry and acts all cocky with it until she accidentally cuts herself with it adding to the cuts and scraps she already has on her hands. She gets embarrassed and quickly leaves telling her friend bye leaving Bethany to laugh and mock her about it. Although shes mocking Alex she feels a bit lonely being by herself with all these stupid teenage girls and trys to find Sawyer.

Alexander looks around the place getting lost a few times trying to find her other friends, she eventually bumbs into Willow she talks for a while with Willow cracking dumb jokes with her and drinking some punch Willow accidentally getting a few drops on her own outfit. Alex compliments Willows costume giving her a thumbs up with a cheeky smile and runs of to find Lottie.

She finds Lottie looking at the stars, Alex wraps her hands around her waist saying “Boo!” Scaring Lottie, they both talk for a bit Lottie teasing Alex about her basic outfit and Alex punching her shoulder playfully. Lottie wrapped her arm around Alexs shoulder giving her one tight squeeze before walking off.

Alex looks around wondering what to do, maybe go annoy Bethany? Hang out with Willow? Just stay and hang out with the bowers gang? But then she sees a certain girl, her heart skips a beat and she walks over to her nervously.

She hides her nervousness and trys to act normal falling even dropping her knife out of nervousness, of course the brunette girl Ellie laughs it off reassuring Alex that its fine. Alex hangs around Ellie for half of the night until she heads over to Sawyer and Bethany.

She put her hands on there shoulders saying “Boo!” Effectively scaring them. She laughs while Bethany punches her shoulder harshly making Alex wince, she gets in between them and stays with them for the rest of the night.

When the bowers gang is ready to go Alex leaves with them, Patrick doing everything he can to scare her, Henry eventually finding out she stole his knife making him snap at her, Belch complimenting her outfit and teasing Vic about it, Victor asking if this was worth it, Alex responded “Of course it was! Seeing you annoyed is the best part of my day.”

Belch drops Victor and Alex off, Alex smiles to herself thinking about all the fun she had.

@fauxfinale @patricks-hockstetters-lighter @henrys-mullet @ermmiauwsp @necr0chainzz @rockfailure

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[mrmaybank]

FEM ALLEGED DNI

Fandom: IT

Title: Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this

Character(s): the whole Bowers gang + Butch

Request: No

Genre: Angst + a tiny bit of fluff

TW: Butch Bowers :)

A/N: i’m in love with idea so get ready for more fics with the reader being Henry’s younger brother, this has a modern AU to it and reader is the same age as the losers.

Masterlist

Belch stopped in front of the bowers house then turned to the back seat where (M/N), Henry’s little brother, was seating with Patrick and Vic. (M/N) grabbed his backpack and opened the door getting out, “Tell Hen we hope he feels better,” Vic told him.

“Well do!” (M/N) Responded. (H/C) boy walked up the short driveway to his front door pulling out his key and waving to Belch, Patrick, and Vic drove off in the blue Trans-Am. The (E/C) boy used his key to unlock door, and was immediately met with screaming.

His older brother was wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxers and a black t-shirt, with a blanket looked about seconds away from falling off his shoulders. What was most notable was that his brother didn’t have his usually poker face on, he was showing how he really feel. Which seemed to be tired and feed up.

Henry looked like he was about to say something when he made eye contact with you and his whole demeanor changed. He motioned the stairs with his head then mouthed ‘go’ at (M/N). But Butch seemed to catch on because he turned a looked to see (M/N) who stood there frozen.

Before he could do anything he was yanked over to the ground by his father. “Dad, don’t,” Henry spoke in a voice just above a whisper.

“Yeah? And why shouldn’t I?” Butch asked.

“Because this is between me and you,” Henry used his hand to gestures him and butch, “you don’t need to involve him,” Henry told his father.

“Well I want to,” Butch sneered before delivering a swift kick to his youngest’s son stomach.

“Dad!” Henry screamed. Another kick was delivered to (M/N) stomach and another as Henry just to stop his father. Henry grabbed his dad’s shoulder trying to pull him away from his little brother. “Dad, stop please!” Henry exclaimed.

Butch turned to face his oldest son, “This what you get for not following orders,” He hissed before delivering yet another kick to (M/N).

Who was now sobbing on the floor, “stop, please,” the eleven year old cried.

“Dad please,” Henry begged. After what felt eternity of Henry trying to pull his father away from his brother, who was delivering after kick to the poor boy he stopped.

Henry quickly moved next to his little brother and looked from him to Butch. Who just sneered at the two of them, “Maybe next time you’ll be more obedient,” he hissed, “now go to your rooms, I don’t wanna see your faces anymore,” Henry watch as his father walked off.

Then quickly down at his little brother, “Were gonna upstairs, your gonna go to your room and pack a pair of pajamas and change of clothes. Then come straight to my room okay?”

(M/N) nodded, Henry helped him upstairs and into his room where he grabbed a plastic bag and shoved a black t-shirt and pajamas pants in there. Along with a Nirvana hoodie and a pair of jeans. He made he slowly made his way to his brother’s room trying to push down the pain in his stomach.

He opened the door and found his brother sitting on the bed with backpack next to him. He was now wearing sweat pants and different t-shirt. Henry turned smiled at his little brother motioning for him to join him on the bed. (M/N) did just that placing his bag in his lap, “Vic’s gonna he here two minutes,” Henry told (M/N).

“Okay,” (M/N) replied. Henry wrapped an around his little brother’s shoulder, they sat there in silence until Henry’s phone went off signaling Vic was here.

They quickly made there way out of the house using the window and entered Vic’s car. Henry in the front while (M/N) sat in the back. No body talked for the first two of minutes of the car drive. “Do you two wanna…,” Vic trailed off.

“No,” both of them said in unison.

“Okay,” Vic replied. He reached over and placed a hand on Henry’s thigh and if (M/N) saw this he certainly didn’t say anything about it. After ten minutes later they pulled into Vic’s driveway, “my parents are gone for the next two weeks,” he informed them.

He lead them inside and into the living room. Where the brothers sat down on the couch, Vic sighed and kneeled down in front of them. “Okay, I know the both of you aren’t ones for emotional shit and opening up. But I am so i’m gonna tell you this now, I don’t know what he did or what said. But I can assure you don’t deserve that at all. Butch Bowers is a fucking idiot if he can’t see how special his two sons are,” Vic told them.

None of them said anything after that, Vic turned on the TV and sat down next to Henry. Who wrapped an around both of his boys pulling them in. (M/N) buried his face in his brother’s side who started rubbing his hand up and down his back. “He can’t hurt you right now,” Henry told him, “And I won’t ever let him hurt you again,” Henry promised.

[kaysters247]

So I’ve started a story about Patrick, and wanted to start sharing it on here! I also have it on Wattpad under the name Kaylakuy and the story is called Deadly Inferno. Let me know what you think so far!

Warning: Mature Themes

Word Count: 1104

Part 1 - The Bowers Gang Girl

Summer nights in this hellhole of a house felt entirely endless as the days and nights dragged on. Staring at myself in the mirror with the consistent cigarette burns and bruises that were imprinted fingerprints in my skin were the norm. With my bedroom door locked and window open, the curtains I've had up for what felt like years slightly ruffling about from the subtle morning breeze, I stared at myself in the body length mirror my mom once got me. Mom.... I missed her more than anything. But at the same time, I hated her guts. Leaving Henry and I like she did because she couldn't handle our dads stupid ass was ridiculous. She abandoned us. And look at us now. Henry's so lost in this darkness he can't seem to get out of, not that he wants to. And I just simply do my own thing, smoke in private with Beverly who sneaks me cigs when she can, burning my own skin because it was an ounce of pleasure I somehow enjoyed. Pain. It was something to feel. And I strangely liked it.

"Leslie! Get your ass down here before we leave you." I slipped on my black tank top over my frilly red bra, not caring if the straps were in full view for anyone to see. Everyone already thinks I'm the town slut. Why disappoint now? I grabbed my backpack from the side of my bed and slung it over my shoulder whilst making my way out of my room and down the stairs of our two story house that hadn't truly felt like home in years.

"Dad's in a mood. Ignore him." Henry and I both eyed him from his usual chair, seeing his eyes trained solely on the tv ahead of him. Butch Bowers was an asshole. Let me just start by saying that. A hardass. Controlling.

"Leslie? Don't forget what I told you." I rolled my eyes with a subtle answer to his demand, a little okay slipping through my lips before we bolted out the door. And that would be to stop being a hoe and not sleep with every guy in town. When in fact, I'm still a fucking virgin. I'm 15 with no intent of wanting some dick inside me at any given time.

"You'll have to sit between Patrick and Vic. But I swear to fuck you better not let them touch you. Dad will kill me if he hears another story about you and Patrick...." I sighed a little in annoyance, never understanding how these rumors came to be from the little spies that are called parents that always seem to tattle to my dad. Patrick Hockstetter had been friends with Henry since I could remember. Lanky, long dark hair and green eyes that seemed to bore into my soul at any given chance with wandering hands that loved to go down my shirt when he possibly could, once unbuttoning my shorts right in the trans am in full view of my brother, Vic and Belch. He almost made it past my underwear line before I slapped his hand away and scoffed, buttoning my shorts back up as quickly as possible. Thankfully, Henry didn't notice. But Vic did. And he was trying to hide a smile. Patrick and I had this dynamic that Vic new all too well. He knew everything because I told him. He'd been my best friend since we were little, the reason he's now in what they're called as, The Bowers Gang.

"Just so you know Pat, I will slap your dick if you do anything. Got it?" I slipped in next to him as he mock saluted me with a little humored smirk on his undeniably cute face. He loved torturing me. It was his hobby to torture. Specifically me.

"Alrighty Princess." But his arm laced around my waist anyway without hesitation, only drawing me closer to him as Belch took off down the driveway once Henry was in the passenger seat, my light brown hair blowing in the wind.

"Careful. Your dad might see today. He's been at the school a lot since Betty Ripsom disappeared." Vic's helpful warning in my ear was another shot to the heart I hadn't been thinking of. Betty. I used to sit next to her in math class. She was sweet. But I knew she was dead. There's no way she's still alive. And with all the talk of who's taking these kids, it's honestly terrifying. But with summer break starting today after the last day of school, so many would forget, making her just another missing poster on buildings.

"Hockstetter I swear I will beat your ass if you don't quit touching my sister. And you know I fucking will." Henry's usual temper was in full swing this morning and his voice was as dark and threatening as could be. He hated the idea of Patrick and I. He always had. But Patrick never did let go of me until we got to school and we all clambered out of the trans am, Patrick's eyes directly on my ass the entire time I was walking towards the building. And I knew this because I could practically feel his eyes burning holes in my cheeks. Henry suddenly grabbed my arm roughly, pulling me away from the guys and dragging me away with such a look on his face that he could just make someone drop dead from said look.

"Remember what I said. Don't fuck around with that fag Hockstetter. I see the way you look at him....." I shoved away from Henry just as Vic came walking past with an apologetic look on his face. He knew how bad my home life truly was. He knew Henry could be violent with me and dad? Well he was on a whole other level.

"I don't "fuck around" Henry. Regardless of what people say. But if I want to do anything with Patrick, then maybe I will." Maybe I should was all I kept thinking. My eyes connected with Patrick's as Henry stalked away from me with anger boiling in his blood, seeing the firm look of interest in his green eyes. And that never wavering smirk on his lips.

"It's so hard to believe little Leslie Bowers would be interested in a Hockstetter like me. I'm pretty dangerous ya know?" I looked out to see a patrolling police car and knew it was my dad, his eyes connecting with mine from across the busy school yard. He looked pissed. He hated Patrick. And that's what attracted me more to him.

[cr33py-d0lly]

pda scale (bowers gang)

Henry

3/10

henry is not the type to show his love to his s/o in public

he might but his arm round your shoulder a squeez u and you might get the rare hug and kiss but that is it

he is more loving in private but not that much cus this guy doesn't know what love is

Patrick

10/10

this guy doesn't care who is around just to say

if he had his way he would um take you right there right then

belch

5/10

he will probably just kiss you on you cheek and a light peck on your neck :) and also hugs yous so yeah

dw he is more a guy who will give you complements and say "i love you so much"

vic

7/10

he will probably make out with you in public maybe even do something in the back of the movies.

he loves the hug you constantly and gives you a bunch of hugs

[misszura]

Hdjdjd I just dreamed about an it modern AU.

I was so sad waking up, so let's write it down, so you can be sad with me.

So it was comic starting showing some mountain chalets "this story is about a winter camp"

So in this au, pennywise is the... Guardian (?) of the camp. "in this camp, penny has to keep an open eye* (we only see his foot, from the back, the comic is in black and white and his foot is slightly glowing blue).

I don't really remember why, but basically he has to keep an eye on the Bowers gang who's probably bullying some kids.

There was a cute panel of them sleeping, Henry on belch shoulder, and Vic on Henry's lap, they're glowing blue too, a panel of a smiling peny (probably bon grey form)

Then a panel of a bunch of kids playing. All glowing blue.

"they all find occupations, but sometimes they're bored, no one come visit here, except once a year" panel of a guy, see from the back, walking in the snow, with a big backpack. Then panel of the front door of the camp, we can see it's old and broken, as if no one had visited it for a long long time.

Panel, the guy walking, we see his face, it's Patrick, older.

"sometimes he wishes he was better, he wishes that he wasn't grounded that day" he walks in the camp, he does not see the glowing blue kids that run past him. He goes through the camp, remembering his memories from the past (like he sees his past self with his friends) then he sees himself getting grounded, not allowed to go skiing with the group, then him learning that they all gone wanted after an avalanche, probably dead. He remembered trying to kill himself, seeing his friends during his short comatose.

We see the Bowers gang walking with him saying things like "wow you're old!" "you can buy beer without fake ID now" they're happy, his face is still frowned (?) he keep walking in the mountains "sometimes he wishes he was still in coma, to see his friends again" he keep walking deeper in the mountains, he knows the place.

He stops in a caves, and start to undo his backpack, Vic on his shoulder, asking questions, no answer. He takes some things out, a bunch of material.

"maybe today is the day"

You see him running to the edge of the mountain, by another exit, then jumping from it.

You see him falling, little panels with him becoming more little every time. Then you see a parachute.

"maybe not"

The Bowers gang is shouting encouraging things, they're exited, it's cool, they're proud that they're friend is scared of nothing.

Patrick is sad.

I really dreamed that, as if I was reading it on Tumblr, the author was giving some more information, like how they read an article recently, and that inspired this, giving they're discord to contact them, and saying that only one person (their friend) was allowed to write a whole fic about this AU. It seems so real. So here it is, if someone want to write it good, draw it or anything, it's for you.

[barrackspredator]

Run for Your Life

Bowers Gang x Reader

Summary: fem!reader is being hunted down after discovering who’s been making the kids in town go missing

TW: Murder, blood, implied rape, violence, weapons, death, some small gore I suck at writing. Don't expect this to be amazing. note: as I finish writing this I realize how much I despise dark themes. oh well, I already wrote it. Also, yeah the title is stupid. It's okay.

“: ̗̀➛did you really think we would just let you off the hook so easily?‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ”

Seeing them shove that body into the quarry was the beginning of the end.

Perhaps it wouldn't have been if you had simply made a break for it as soon as you saw it, but how could you? Seeing the mutilated body of Chase Foreman was quite the sight to see, a sight so mesmerizing that your feet had cemented themselves to the ground. Any will to run or scream was paralyzed as your mind screamed at you to escape.

It was only after Belch Huggins had thrown Chase’s body off the edge of the cliff that you found the strength to turn around. But when you did, you were immediately slammed to the ground by Patrick Hockstetter’s hard chest.

"Didn't your parents teach you it's rude to spy?"

Patrick's sarcastic, shrill laughter of joy rang through your ears as he kneeled down beside your body, his knee pressing between your thighs. A large rotting Cheshire grin was on display before your very eyes, the smell of cigarettes assaulting your senses.

Your mouth opened pathetically, ready to sputter out any excuse to spare your life as tears threatened to spill out. Patrick, however, wordlessly put his fingers to your lips, softly shushing you in an oddly soothing way—as soothing as someone like him could sound.

"Don't fret, little bitch. I'll make sure to finish you off quickly. But what's the harm in a little fun?"

His dimly lit face turned up, looking behind her. The moonlight revealed the dirt and blood smeared across his face, casting a sinister glow on the deranged psychopath. Panicked footsteps crunched against dirt and gravel. A shadow came over Patrick and his grin vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"Just make this quick, Hockstetter." It was Belch Huggins' worried voice coming from behind her. The crunching of dirt and gravel signaled a third presence.

"What's the fun in making this one quick?" Victor Criss mused as he knelt down behind you. He leaned over your shoulder before abruptly gripping your neck, pulling you back into his chest as he observed your face. A choked sob escaped your lips as you gasped for air, while his fingers tightened around you. "She's a looker. Got a pretty mouth too..." Victor trailed off, his tone filled with dark intent. Another shrill giggle came from Patrick as he climbed on top of your body, watching your eyes roll back into your skull.

"I like the way you're thinking, Vic." Patrick suddenly tore Victor's hand off of you, making the blonde grunt in irritation "But if I'm gonna fuck her, I want her to be awake." He looked down at you with that same grin, grabbing your jaw as you pathetically gasped for air. "Isn't that right, little bitch? You better look me in my eyes when I'm inside you."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Henry stood over the boys, watching with disinterest as Patrick eye-fucked the witness to their crime.

"Yeah, yeah." Patrick brushed off Henry's comment. "You're one to talk, Bowers. All high mighty 'cause you never stick it into our girls, huh?"

Henry's eyes trained on Patrick as his nostrils flared. His hands jutted out, lifting Patrick off of you by his collar. "Don't fucking talk to me that way, you goddamn pervert. One more word and I'm making you the next kid on a poster."

Patrick only grinned at Henry's empty threats. "You wouldn't dare get your pretty little hands dirty. That's my job." He had made it a point to get in Henry's face, enjoying how Henry's eyebrow would twitch in irritation. If there was one thing Patrick was good at, it was getting under Henry's skin. His comments had challenged Henry's masculinity, and for this crime, Patrick would pay the price.

It had all happened in mere seconds. Patrick’s body was slammed down, his head violently bouncing off the ground before hitting cold earth. Gasping sharply, he tried to recover the breath Henry had knocked out of him. Henry loomed over Patrick, straddling him with clenched fists. Patrick’s defiant laughter rang in the tense silence, his breath ragged as he laughed at Henry’s pathetic attempt.

Without hesitation, Belch lunged forward, ripping Henry off, while Victor rushed to Patrick’s side. Despite their lack of genuine concern for each other, the gang all understood their unspoken rule: no turning on each other.

Henry kicked and flailed like an enraged toddler as Belch manhandled him. "Get off of me! I ain't gonna hurt 'em!" He shouted, shoving Belch away and kicking dirt in Patrick's direction. The dirt hit Victor in the face, causing the blonde to sputter, spitting out any dirt that got into his mouth.

"What the fuck?" Victor complained, wiping his mouth repeatedly. The blood on his long-sleeve had now smeared across his lips, a stark contrast between his pale skin and the crimson streaks. Henry's rage had moved from Patrick to Victor, sneering at the smaller blonde.

On that cold earth, you laid there motionless, watching the boys through your peripherals. You felt a strange sense of joy when Patrick was thrown to the floor, and an even greater relief washed over you when the boys left you behind to break up the cat-fight. Your body was flooded with fear and adrenaline, and your mind went into overdrive, thrust into a survival mode you had never felt before.

Without a second thought, you pushed yourself off the ground, sprinting into the woods surrounding the quarry. Your absence hadn't gone unnoticed, and as soon as you made it into the woods, shouting ensued. Twigs and leaves crunched under your feet, drowning out the sounds of the boys chasing after you.

The boys you had known since childhood—whom you watched grow up as you went from playing with toys together to wanting to play together—were now hounding you like rabid wolves.

As you ran, a gunshot went off. You flinched violently, causing the bullet to only graze your flesh. Instinctively, your hand shot up to grasp your barely bleeding cheek in shock. "What the fuck!?" you screamed, your legs pumping faster.

Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed the distance in between you and the boys widened, giving you the advantage momentarily. Ducking under thick foliage, you followed a mini trail that would lead you to the barrens. With limited light, you ran blindly through dense woods. Branches and logs snapped against your face, pulling at your clothes, and threatening to trip you as you raced forward.

The shouting continued to follow you, except now it had split. Wicked voices bellowed at you from the surrounding trees, and with the dim light you could hardly tell what was coming from where. Your head tilted up, trying to gauge the sky from the trees, but it was entirely pitch black aside from the twinkling of stars and a melancholy moon.

"I'm coming to get you, little bitch!"

This time the voice was right beside you. Whipping your head to the right, you saw Patrick Hockstetter running, a wild grin on his face as he tried to swoop in closer, weaving through trees to get on your path. You swerved to the left, only to be greeted once more.

"You can't run forever, slut!"

It was Victor Criss this time, his baggy clothing whipping through the wind as he grasped a knife tightly in his right hand. He was weaving in towards you, both boys working together to trap you in between them. Your legs were aching and sweat drenched every inch of your body, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

Victor swiped his knife at you, nicking you in the stomach. A gut-wrenching scream followed as you felt the blade run across your tender flesh. Your hand immediately pressed itself against the bleeding wound, trying to stem the flow. Patrick's laughter drowned out your screams, his voice filled with eagerness as he closed in on you. His arms reached out, desperately trying to latch on.

“Fucking grab her already!” Henry’s voice roared from behind Patrick, filled with a frenzied intensity. His eyes locked onto you like a mad bull. He drew the pistol from his belt, aiming it in your direction. Fueled by a surge of adrenaline, your cramping legs pushed harder, desperately propelling you forward.

The bullet darted out, intent on killing. You instinctively shut your eyes but it never came. Victor's body collapsed on your left, abandoned as the group continued the chase.

"Fuck!" Belch wailed, maneuvering past Victor's corpse.

"Nice aim, moron!" Patrick taunted Henry with another shrill giggle. Henry only roared out in frustration. Your eyes were wide, body racked with fear and oddly enough, guilt. But you kept on going anyway, better Victor than you.

With ringing ears, you weaved through dense foliage and never-ending trees, feeling as though you were in a relentless loop. The constant barrage of Patrick’s taunts and Henry’s angry roars only added to your despair. You wanted to give up. To just collapse like Victor had on the cold earth and rest. God, death just seemed so tempting.

Something you feared for years suddenly seemed so desirable. And wrapped up in these thoughts of sweet death, you had hardly taken notice that Belch Huggins had swung his axe at you, lodging itself into your shoulder blade.

"Fuck!" You bellowed as the blade was pulled back. Your left arm dangled pathetically, blood oozing out as tendons strung your arm to your body. Immense pain took over and you collapsed, screaming as you cradled your arm.

The three boys stalked towards you, watching you intensely. Your sobs echoed through the trees, birds scattering out of trees hearing your screams of agony.

"Fuck, just kill me already!" You pleaded, tears streaming down your face. Belch solemnly crouched down beside you, a look of guilt on his face.

"Don’t take this personally…" he mumbled, glancing down at your bloody arm. Your eyes locked onto his, and you whimpered softly. Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but remember Belch’s kindness from long ago—how he had always been a big sweetheart, even back in kindergarten when you’d share a nap blanket. What happened to that kind soul?

Your eyes lowered to your arm, bile creeping up your throat until you couldn't help but pathetically keel over and vomit. Henry scowled, letting out an annoyed scoff while he panted heavily.

"Good going, tubby." Patrick sneered at Belch. "I can't enjoy her rockin' body when her arm is all fucked up. That's why we wait to cut them up after I've already dumped my load." The psychopath scoffed at this inconvenience, disregarding your dying body as just another dumpsite.

"Shut the fuck up," Belch mumbled, shooting a glare at Patrick. His attention moved back towards you, noticing how you were starting to fade away. He removed his flannel, gingerly put it over your body. He especially was trying to cover your arm. "I really didn't mean for this to happen," he whispered as he covered you.

Henry scoffed, "Don't tell me you're sweet on a dying girl."

Patrick snickered, nudging Belch. "The guilt getting you again, big guy?" His taunting laughter filled your ears.

Your eyes slowly rolled up to stare at the burly axe-wielding bully. With a small scoff, you groaned softly again. "Just fucking kill me..."

"If it's what you want," Henry grumbled, beyond annoyed that he had to run for so long. "Fuck, that's what we've been trying to do this entire time. Dumb bitch." He cocked his gun, aiming it at your head.

"Any last words?" Patrick cooed, his eyes glinting with a twisted excitement. His gaze darted back and forth between you and the gun, a dark smile stretching across his face. The anticipation in his voice was almost palpable.

You forced a sneer, even as your vision blurred to white.

"Yeah, fuck you," you rasped, your voice trembling.

The gunshot rang out, its echo a brutal punctuation to the silence that followed.

[bitches-who-write]

Would it be possible to ship me with anyone from the bowers gang please? I’m 5’6 I’ve got red hair that’s styled in a pixie cut. I’ve got bright blue eyes, freckled on my shoulders and a little on my face and I’ve very pale. My love language is physical touch, and attention. My style varies based on what I’m feeling that day but mainly cute and girly. Lots of skirts and things with lace and Mary Janes. I like 80s rock and pop, I’m very shy and quiet when you first meet me and then I’m very friendly and loud once I’m comfortable around someone.

We're a little behind on our ship request but we saw you requested twice so we're gonna go ahead and post this one!! 

[ We will posting more ships throughout the week so be on the lookout, If you requested a ship a while back and we still haven't done it yet,  we're very sorry!! Please feel free to request again!!]

We ship you with...Victor!!

Let's start off by saying Victor isn't a very affectionate person and he also doesn't like attention. 

You can thank the guys for this. 

Now that being said...he will make an exception for you.

Behind closed doors. 

Where no one can see what's going on. 

He can't let the guys know he's actually nice to his s/o. 

They'd never let him live it down. 

When he is bored he will take a marker and play connect the dots with your freckles. 

...He once did this in permanent marker. 

It lasted a few weeks. 

I feel like we mentioned this in a previous post but if we didn't we're doing it now. 

He fuckin loves your girly style. 

It just does somethin to him ya know? 

He is a sucka for 80s music. 

DO NOT TELL ANYONE HE SAID THIS. 

He doesn't want to be disowned by the guys for this.

Belch is aware...man knows everything about his friends. 

He also heard Vic mumbling the words to the song 'I Wanna Dance with Somebody' while waiting for Patrick and Henry. 

Vic strikes me as the kind of guy that doesn't really have much to say. 

He kinda of just goes with whatever the guys say. 

So if you're shy when you two first start hanging out/dating. 

He doesn't try to change this. 

He just figures you'll speak up when you're ready. 

He is very surprised with how open you are once you've been dating for (however long it takes you to get comfortable with someone.)

You're gonna hate us for this...

He calls you his gingerbread cookie. 

Please don't unfollow us. 

Again he'd never admit this but he could spend a while staring at your eyes. He's constantly wondering what you're thinking. 

He spends a lot of time trying to read you. 

We mentioned this in a previous post but he is 5'8. 

...So he's taller than you. 

Do with that what you will. 

[katztails]

the deal

forgot to mention that this is a modern au

also lots of ooc moments, might be yandere as well

getting to know them

trying to keep your cool, you let bowers’ arms wrap around you, he was your ‘seatbelt,’ as he said just a few moments ago.

you had to admit, his grasp was comfortable, you almost started to lean into it, but quickly stopped yourself.

“so, newbie, where you from?” a voice from behind you hit your neck, making you jump, a chuckle comes from henry. “did i scare ya, sweetie?”

“i.. i’m from washington.. state.” (random choice) you said, flustered, “a.. a little bit.”

“are they breaking?” vic says in a taunting tone, reaching over and giving you a boop. “don’t worry, hon.”

“where are we going?” you asked, bowers put his head on one of your shoulders, the sudden touch made you jump again, “ah, shit.”

“sorry, newbie.” bowers said, “i just wanna introduce ourselves to you, and you do the same to us.”

“o-okay,” you said, “in town or somewhere else?”

“belch, pull into one of the parking lots.” bowers ordered, belch does so, pulling into a somewhat populared diner parking lot. putting the car in park, the car was still running. “alright.. let’s begin shall we?”

bowers grabbed you by the waist and slid you off his lap, putting you in the middle of him and patrick.

“i’ll start.” bowers said, “my name’s henry bowers, i’m the leader, i guess you could say, of this group. the dude in the driver seat is belch, but his real name is reginald.” belch gave you a small smile and wave, you waved back.

“you burp pretty loud or something?” the chubby boy nodded, he demonstrated, and impressed you, “you should teach me some time.”

“sure.” he said, chuckling softly.

“over there is vic.” henry said, pointing at the boy in the passenger seat, the platinum blonde haired boy winked at you, “and last but not least, we have patrick.”

“so, a human teddy bear, two doppelgängers of the villian that everyone wishes was dating them, and an outsider?” you said, thinking put loud, “sorry, i just like making analogies.”

“you’re good, newbie.”

meanwhile..

“w-what do you mean they were taken by b-bowers?” a worried bill asked, ben had just explained what had happened.

“we were gonna hang out at the library for a while, but bowers had taken me before i could even enter the place, (name) had arrived a few moments after.” ben said, “t-they protected me, bowers and his goons took them after they pushed me down the hill.”

“we have to get them back.” eddie exclaimed, “bowers probably took interest in them.

“i am who wouldn’t? they’re so hot.” richie said, licking his lips, only to get wacked by beverly, “ow!”

“now’s not the time to joke about this shit, we have to get them out of danger!” beverly called out.

“you’re right.” mike said, “..but where would they be?”

“look for that blue car.” eddie said, “that’s their bus.”

“c’mon then, w-we sh-should get (n)-(name) back.” bill ordered, the rest of the group agrees and gets on their bikes. “they’re h-hopefully in t-town.”

back with you..

bowers decided that it was time to propose a deal.

“w-what?!”

“you heard me, we’ll leave your friends alone, if you hang out with us.”

“why do you like me so much, i barely know you people?”

“yes, you do, darling.” henry said, cupping your chin, while patrick, who was behind you, played with your hair. “well, not yet. but, we know you like it’s the back of our hands.”.

“you’ve been spying on me?” you ask, henry smiles at you with a bit of possessiveness. “i-i’m sorry, but i just need some..”

“don’t worry, sweets. neither of us will do anything to harm you, all you gotta do is ask us to stop, and we’ll stop.” henry said, before leaning in to you.

before anything could happen, a loud bang from outside the car was heard, it was richie.

“HEY, THAT’S MY HOT BABE!”