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mentally-unstable-hottie13 · 28 days ago

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⭐️senior year sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM!Reader

Chapter 1 here

Chapter summery: you have a hard conversation with Kevin. You meet a new friend and she’s so easy to love. You have a little run in with Henry.

Word count: 2,854

Estimated read time: 13 minutes

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Chapter 8

The babysitter and the psycho

You and Bev stopped dancing a few minutes ago. You now laid wait for Kevin to come pick you up and the losers rode off homeward on their bikes. Kevin was late. Strange. He was usually always on time. The front of the school was slowly bidding goodbye to students as you waited. Until only you and maybe 5 others were left standing.

The Bowers gang was still watching you. You felt eyes on you and could totally guess who it was, but didn’t feel like turning around. You park yourself onto a bench in front of the oncoming cars lane that headed into the student parking. Fuck. You really don’t wanna be here alone with them looking at you. You sigh heavily and take your headphones out of your bag. You connect them to your phone and put on some music.

Henry stood watching. The guys didn’t notice his little obsession with you yet. And they wouldn’t, they were morons. He watched the way your hair wisped in the gentle breeze. You were listening to something in your headphones. Maybe he should go to your work after belch dropped the other guys home. He had to go shopping in town for some shit for his dad then walk home. Why not check out the record store while he was out?

While Henry was zoned out Kevin had pulled in front of you. You quickly hopped in the truck with him and shut the door. To exit the school entrance road Kevin flipped a (very illegal) bitch and went down the exit road with no problem. When Henry came to, you were gone. He wrinkled his eyes in confusion. Quickly after you left the boys were ready to go too. Stop list was Patrick, Vic, then Belch would drop Henry at the store on his way home,

Kevin and you were currently in the truck waiting for a green light. You bent at the hips to grab your clothes from your bag in the passenger floor. The seatbelt did you no favors as you got dressed in the truck. Your top was fine today. You just needed to put on your jeans and put your hair up. Because your skirt was so long you were able to take off your undershorts and put on your jeans without having to let Kevin see your underwear. Not that it would be a problem. You grew up with him. You’ve gotten dressed in the same room. What real best friends haven’t?

Once the jeans are on you slide the dirty skirt off and toss it behind your seat. Kevin side eyes you.

“Why’s yer skirt so dirty?”

You try to quickly think of an excuse that he’ll believe.

“My friend gave me a ride to get some food on his bike and we fell.” You explain. It’s not exactly a lie. It’s just missing a couple key parts. He looks skeptical.

“I worry about you sometimes, kid.”

“No need to, I’m fine.”

“… you’re doing okay here. Right? You made friends? People aren’t bothering you?”

“Kevin, I'm fine. I made friends, you saw them this morning. No one is bothering me. It’s just highschool kids being highschool kids, they roughhouse and fuck with each other a little bit. I’m not gonna die.”

“If that’s the case why are you still hiding your arm? Monsoons are over soon. It’s gonna get hotter then balls. You won’t be able to hide it.”

“I hide it more because of the town then the people. I don’t want to be the only one walking around with a big fucking target that says ‘look at me! Look at me!’” You were beginning to get frustrated with this conversation.

“So why not show it now? You’re already the center of attention because you are new. Why not show the arm and let people get used to it? They’ll stop looking at you eventually. Let them know you. Be the nice girl with the tattoo that everyone in town knows. Don’t sit with your fuckin tail between your legs. They’ll get used to you. They did it with me.”

“Did they though?” You didn’t mean to snap. This conversation was just so frustrating. You didn’t want to hide but you didn’t want to fuck up what you had. Right now things are fine. Yes some people suck, but you would rather just some teenage boys suck than everyone in town suck. “It doesn’t look like anyone is used to you from what I hear.” ….

Oh shit.

“What do you hear?…”

“Uh…nothing. Sorry…. I’m being dramatic. I’m sorry….” You look at your shoes on the floor. He probably knows what people call him. Especially now that you are here. Creepy. Freak. Weirdo from the record store. He’s kind. But the children here are cruel. He gets along just fine with all the adults that come into the store. But to all the kids and their judgemental ass parents, he’s creepy. He’s never ever been creepy. He’s just…. Different. A tall, objectively attractive man, covered in tattoos with no wife in sight suddenly has a barely legal girl living in his home. People talk. And around towns like this, talk moves fast. Kids just wanted something to talk about. But that dosnt mean it won’t hurt Kevin’s feelings. He may be grown but he thinks just like a teenager does, he's emotional, caring, sensitive. You feel bad for hurting him.

“Iss fine.” He mumbles.

“You know what…?” You try to say kindly.

“Hmm?”

“How about you pull up here.” You point to a fast food restaurant. “Get some nasty ass burgers and ice cream? Last one in pays?” That evokes a smile from him. There he was.

“….fine. You’re on, loser.” He speeds into the parking lot and the both of you unbuckle your seatbelts and put your hands on your door handle.

You count.

“1.”

“2.”

“…3!” You yell. You open your door and then quickly press the lock all button on your door. It didn’t slow him down much but it did give you a few seconds to get out and start running. He catches up and pushes you into some bushes decorating the front of the restaurant. Safe to say you lost.

You two got the food and left. Onward! To the store! The two of you unlocked the store and set up to re-open. The routine is so easy to fall into. You sit front desk, Kevin organizes, some days you’ll switch, but since you only just started working you haven’t yet. You don’t feel like playing the guitar today. You just want to listen to music while you sit.

No real time passes before someone enters. A younger man, but older than you. About Kevin’s age maybe? He comes in with a little girl hiding behind his leg slightly peeking out behind him.

“Ey Kevin! Get yer ass in ere’!” The man yells and you jump a little.

Kevin walks onto the floor from the back room and smiles at the man. “Doug!” He yells happily as they fist bump. “When did you get back in town?” Kevin asks.

Doug sighs and rubs his head. “A few days ago but we have been so busy. Haven’t we Stella?” He looks down to the little girl and she hides a little more as she stares at you.

“I hear that” Kevin replies.

“And this must be the famous new girl?” Doug says giving you a wave.

“Oh shit” Kevin laughs as he swears. “Doug this is my friend. ____ this Doug and his daughter Stella.”

“Hi there!” You wave kindly and smile at the little girl.

“I came by to discuss renovations along with some gig I may need ya for.” Doug sighs at Kevin.

“No problem man, ____ why don’t you and Stella hang out?” Kevin looks to you.

“Only if it’s okay with her dad.” You comment.

“Go ahead. She could use a friend.” Doug laughs and Stella blushes of embarrassment.

You come out from around the counter and walk over. You bend down in front of Stella and offer her a smile then crinkle your eyes.

“What do you say to some shopping?” You offer. As if a light illuminates her face, she beams a big childish smile and your heart warms. You wave goodbye to Kevin and Doug and take hold of Stella’s hand as you begin your adventure to the store on foot.

She was little. A cute little girl with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. She reminds you of Shirley Temple.

“So Stella.” You begin. “How old are you?” You look down at her as answers.

“Four.”

“Wow! Four! That’s so big! You are so old now. You must have dentures and gross Carmel candies weighing you down girl!” You exhaderrated.

She laughs. “Noooo~! I’m only four! I’m not growed up yet.”

“You aren’t?! But I swear I saw you in the nursing home harassing nurses for an extra blanket while you knit!”

She laughs again. Her laugh is so happy and childish you can’t help but laugh too. After a while she tells you her arm hurts from holding it up to hold your hand. You decide to pick her up and carry her to the store.

It was only a few more minutes away.

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You and Stella got to the store a few steps ago. She was so light you carried her on your hip like a baby with little to no issue. To make her laugh you pretend you were a wizard making the automatic doors open. She bursts out in a fit of giggles. She was so easy to make laugh.

“You want down?” You look to her and ask.

“….noo.. I like it here…” she whined embarrassed. You smiled and picked up a little basket before handing it to her.

“Hold this. Tell me if it gets to heavy.”

She nods in understanding and the pair of you begin to shop for nothing in particular. You were on a mission toward the candy isle when you turned a corner and bumped into a brick wall. Luckily with the way you were turning Stella wasn’t hurt but dear god who put that wall there? You open your eyes when you retrieve the breath that was viciously knocked from your chest. It looks as if the wall was doing the same. Henry Bowers. Of course.

You couldn’t escape him.

“Fuckin watch iiii-……” Henry trailed off when he noticed you. You…and a little girl on your hip who looked scared of him as she hid her face in your hair. He trailed his eyes back up to yours and you looked pissed. You huff and walk around him without a word. If he told you that he was confused on why you acted like that, you would laugh in his face. He treats you like shit. Throws a cigarette at you. Almost runs you over, and now that he wants to be all fucking friendly, he’s confused? This guy is something else.

He follows you and you try to ignore him and focus on Stella. “Here.” You say. Handing Stella some animal crackers to put in her basket. “Do you want any candy hun?” Stella nods frantically and sets her eyes on something. You set her down to let her go get what she wanted and follow her. Halfway to her an arm gently slides around your waist to stop you.

“Why did you walk away?”

You click your tongue in annoyance. How the fuck does he not understand.

“Gee I don’t know Henry. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you tried to run me over then told me to and I quote “stay the fuck out of my town’.” You hiss in a mock thinking voice.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” He grunts.

“Yeah I’m sure. And you totally didn’t throw a lit cigarette at me either?” You laugh from how utterly preposterous that sounds. “Look I’m busy, leave me alone.” With that you turn and walk toward Stella. But he didn’t leave you alone. He followed you to her and before you stop in front of her, he beats you there and crouched to her level.

“Henry, stop it.” You huff.

He ignores you completely. “What’s your name?” He asks the blonde little girl. Her cheeks redden in embarrassment and she looks at you. You nod letting her know she can answer.

“S…Stella.” She answers then runs around him to hide behind your legs. He looked up at you and smiled. He gently takes the basket from Stella and stands. Henry wanders back to the candy as if he himself is shopping. He dramatically scratches his head with one finger to feign stupidity.

“Stella, can you help me pick one out? I don’t really eat sugar so I have no idea.” Oh my god. he’s trying to get to you through the kid you are watching? What a psycho.

Her shyness dissipates and she stops hiding behind you. She meekly walks to him and starts pointing to a few things she likes. Henry picks up the few bags she points at and drops them in her basket. He looks bsck to you with expectation as the 2 slowly begin walking to the check out line. You let out a dramatic groan and lightly jog to pick Stella up.

At the checkout line Henry and Stella mix both of their items and the cashier scans everything y’all got and a says the total.

Fuck. You were 10$ short. You weren’t expecting to pay for Henry too. You look around at the items and start asking the cashier to take off your snacks and drink. Before you could even get a word out Henry pulls out all the money in his wallet and pays. The casheir takes the money with an obnoxious pop of her gum. Henry picks up all the bags. Stella follows him out the door while you tail behind them, sulking.

You all saunter out of the store and Stella looks at you like she has a question.

“Yes hon?” You prompt her.

“Can I walk ahead to the spot? I wanna get there first before anyone else!” She explained. You had told her before you got to the store that you would have a picnic with her by the park playground so when she was done eating she could play while you watched her.

You smile kindly. “How about you walk just a little ahead of us. Not too far, but you’ll get there first. Maybe… 6 feet ahead of us.” You negotiate.

She nods with determination and starts to walk with purpose. You giggle gently and follow her. A couple minutes into walking, you look at Henry. He’s still walking with you. He’s not talking or anything. Just still walking.

“Why are you still here Henry?” You say, hushed so Stella won't. hear from not too far ahead

“…I wanted to talk to you…”

“What about?” You ask with a feigned indifference, almost bored voice.

“…I didn’t mean to throw my cig at you..it really was just for Mike.”

Is this his idea of an apology? It’s a pretty shitty one if it is.

“I don’t believe you.” You state stubbornly. Henry looks to you and your eyes meet. He tries to say something but you hold your hand up. “But I also don’t have to believe you for something to be true. You could have really not thought about me while you did any of that. And I still not believe you. At the end of the day I was still involved.”

He looks confused.

You put your eyes back on Stella and continue walking. “You told me last night that we weren’t friends and I understood that. But friends or not I won’t let you go around terrorizing my friends for no fucking reason. You either are targeting me with them. Or you target none of us. I’m not a fucking bystander. If you fuck with them with your little raggedy ass friends I have every right to push back. Whether you are nice to me in private or not.”

Henry blinked at you. You were right. There was no room for arguing, he understood everything you said. He couldn’t explain that you were different, because in literally every category you weren’t. The two of you continued on silently to the park with Stella. Henry opted for a more secluded bench where you could still see Stella but no one could really see you. You knew it was because he didn’t want to be seen with you. You couldn’t help it when that realization shot sorrow and insecurity down your spine.

You, Stella and Henry sit down at a park bench and table and you spread out all the food and snacks. Stella had the most adorable smile on her face. You made all of her food first before you even touched yours and Henry’s food. As fast as she sat down, she ate half her sandwich and went to play. You begin on Henry’s while he silently watches over her on the playground to make sure she’s okay while you are destracted.

This was nice. You couldn’t think of one word to explain it. It was… cozy, warm, and weirdly peaceful. A kid, a babysitter and a psycho. Who could think of a better Friday afternoon?

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henrys-mullet · 5 months ago

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Hey, gorgeous women and FAGGOTS.

Your king's here.

Barbie Victor told me to enter to this fucking shit, so.. im looking for my gang.

#henry bowers #bowers gang #henpat #patrick hockstetter #henry bowers x male reader #henry bowers x fem reader #belch huggins #victor criss #it 2017 #it 1990 #it movie #stephen king it

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knyontop · 4 months ago

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Patrick stalking hc's???????

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OFC MOOTIE PIE :3

Patrick Hocksetter x fem!reader

Ft: Patrick hocksetter, Henry bowers, Victor criss, belch huggins, and our beautiful reader.

Tw: bowers gang, patrick himself, stalking, stealing, toxic behavior and friendships, stalking (obvi), please beware!!:(

Patrick:

・the fact that this is just him and its not even him being yandere is scary😭

・Patrick can be rather silly sometimes!!!!

・soooooooooooooooo your the new girl which means your obviously a target for the bowers gang.

・Patricks always there looming over your shoulder, its like you can feel his eyes looking at you while your walking home.

・he watches you sleep through your window, maybe even came in and stole some of your panties.

・sharing is caring right? (He definitely shared them with henry)

・he will find out every little thing about you, maybe not right away but he will.

・your his favorite little toy to play around with, he wants to be in your life just to make it hell.

・he gets off on your fear, he gets off on your tears, he gots off on you.

・you have no choice wether or not hes apart of your life. You dont make the decisions for you anymore.

・when the bowers gang sets eyes on you, you dont get a say in anything anymore.

・Pattrick doesn’t like when others mess with you now dont take this the wrong way he just wants to be the one who makes you cry the hardest.

・he cares about you in a way that someone would care for there pet or how a kid cares for its toy.

・he will learn your schedule pretty quickly, he will wait outside your house with Henry, Victor and Belch so they could drive you to school.

・they walk you out so they can ether take you home or go somewhere to do God knows what. Its a surprise every time!

・Patrick also leaves interesting “gifts” at your door.. so I hope you like that! (He does it just to scare you)

・remember Patrick is always watching.

・dont even try to tell a trusted adult, ”So, you like being a little snitch huh?” He always finds out.

・you cant hide from his gaze. “Your tits looked nice in that bath~”

・”Awh… poor thing, are you crying? Are you scared of big bad Patrick?” He would say with that sadistic grin on his face. He gots off on your fear, he will mock you for it.

・dont trust him, if hes doing something nice for you he expects something in return. “Who was there to hold you? Who was there Y/N? Fucking me. So now, you gotta repay me dont ya?” He snickers.

・good luck with Hocksetter, your going to need it.

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Im a little unsure if this is good or not😣😣 if you like it please tell me i need some reassurance on this one😭

#my mootie #bowers gang #it movie #patrick hocksetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #hocksetter #henry bowers #victor criss #belch huggins #x reader #stalking #this is not the best:(

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barrackspredator · 5 months ago

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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.

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theyraylovehate · 2 years ago

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Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

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a-constant-gay-panic · 3 years ago

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! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED !

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My masterlist!

Genres I'll write:

fluff

angst

smut

I can and will ignore/not write something (even if it is one of the genres listed above) if I see fit. this could be due to me not feeling comfortable writing about it, finding it offensive/insensitive etc. if that is the case, please just accept the fact and move on.

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Type of fics I'll write:

one shots

drabbles

imagines

song!fics

multi chapter fics

AUs

dark!fics

Not sure if I'm missing anything.

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Who I'll write for:

— Golden trio era —

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)

— Marauders era —

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Peter Pettigrew

— General/non specific era —

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Tom Riddle

Narcissa Black/Malfoy

— Losers Club —

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlan

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

— Bowers Gang —

Henry Bowers

Victor Criss

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald (Belch) Huggins

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

001 / Henry Creel

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)

Elio Perlman (cmbyn)

Hal (The king)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

CELEBRITIES

Either because I write for their fictional character/s or because I just feel like it:

Jenna Ortega

Sadie Sink

Sophia Lillis

Timothée Chalamet

Finn Wolfhard

Zendaya

Other than that, it all depends on said celebrity. If they’re not on the list, ask and I’ll get back to you.

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Types of Readers I’ll write for:

In regards to fluff, smut and angst:

fem!reader

gn!reader

male!reader (however I'm not the most experienced in this)

plus sized!reader

In regards to smut, specifically, I will write sub!reader but primarily dom!reader as I have more experience with this.

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What I will not write about:

Sexual harassment/abuse

Self Harm

ED's

Con-noncon / noncon

Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)

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Things to include when making a request:

who you want to be in it

what kind of fic you want

any specific reader you had in mind

a basic idea / summary of what you want it to be about

any prompts from my prompt list (optional)

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That’s all from my side, love ya <3

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a-pretty-nerd · 4 years ago

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Car Seat (Henry Bowers x Fem!Reader)

Request: "Hii again! I hope you're well! I was hoping I'd make a request for Henry?

Reader is Belch's sister and her and Henry take turns for who rides shotgun. She knows he has a thing for her so she loves to discreetly tease him. One day he is in a pissy mood and sat at the front but it was the reader's turn, but she didn't gave in, so instead she sat on his lap, everyone is shocked but she's acting nonchalant. After a while she realizes he got a bit too excited so she decides to tease him.

You decide the ending and if you wanna make it smutty or not 😊" ~ Anon

A/N: Love a good teasing smut!

If you like my work, don't be afraid to interact and send a request! It helps me a lot! Check out my original work on my wattpad, and if you wanna support me further, I have a patreon!

Warnings: Smut, disgusting 80s trash fire boys, etc.

Being "the girl" had its ups and downs. On the upside, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement that you were to be protected at all costs. You were held up on a bizarre pedestal of femininity and purity. As the sister of Reginald Huggins, you were automatically blended into two clashing worlds. On the downside, you were shown little to no respect of your thoughts or feelings. Regardless what they were, whether you were encouraging or not, you were quieted.

When Henry wasn't there, you sat in the front passenger seat beside your brother. Reggie was a good big brother. He looked out for you, protected you, always expected more from you. But there was still a part of you that loathed him for it. He could be as bad as he wanted. He could be as gross and depraved and mean as he wanted with little to no consequences. You envied him and his gang.

You wanted nothing more than to be apart of their horrible, wretched world. You wanted to let loose, be free of judgement or rules. You craved it all. Your anger bubbling in your soul flowed forth and threatening to pour out of your perfect lips. You bit your lip in an attempt to hold back. Soon you were distracted from your efforts.

"Are you deaf? Get the fuck out of my seat." Henry barked at you. Reggie had parked the car outside his out, and he had opened the car door. Expecting you to make your way to the back seat as was routine. You looked up at him with a wide, confused gaze.

"Huh?" You asked.

"You heard me, you brat. Get out of my fucking seat!" He snarled. You shuffled out of the car and watched him throw himself into the car. You starred down at him and then to the back seat. Patrick and Vicc looked up at you. Patrick flashing a sly grin as he shuffled over and patted the seat beside him.

Without another thought, you sat back down. Planting your ass firmly in Henry's lap. You shut the car door and looked back to your brother as if nothing had happened.

"So, where to? The strip mall? The query?" You asked, turning back to the others in the back with a straight, unflinching face. Henry's jaw dropped, gobsmacked. He placed his rough hands firmly on your hips as a reflex. He truly didn't know what to do, and neither did the others.

"...y/n." Reggie mumbled.

"What?" You asked, turning your attention to him. Your gaze board into his wide eyes. Begging for him to say or do something about it. For once in your measly life, you felt in control. You had your moments with the four teenaged boys, but now, you were certain. They were easy to exploit and ultimately, to control.

"Strip mall sounds nice." Vicc nodded in the back. With that, Reggie started the car and drove off down the secluded country road. You looked out the window, happy with your seat. As the car forced you to bounce in place, you soon felt a hard protrusion poking at your clothed ass. You smiled to yourself.

You leaned into Henry, knowing damn well what you were doing to him. Knowing the control you had over him here and now. You teased him as you bounced periodically, even grinding down at moments. Feeling his erection grow and strain against you. You even heard his breathing become labored as he struggled against the head rest. If he was like this now, how weak could you get him if you went all the way with him?

All the way with Henry Bowers? Objectively, you were disgusted at the thought. But the noises he made in your ear as his hard cock struggled against your wet cunt. Maybe, just maybe. What kind of noises would he make then? Would he beg you for more? Beg, yes, you'd make him beg for it. You'd break him down to a desperate squealing mess.

You squirmed in your seat as you drowned yourself in your fantasies. The bulge rubbing against you just right. It sent shivers down your spine and it made Henry grip tightly on your hips. Your movement was too much. It was all too much for him. He found himself pushing back against you when the car bounced to get more friction. More. More. Just a little-

He made a small whimper before masking it with a strained a cough. Everyone adverted their gaze as they made uncomfortable conversation. You bit your bottom lip, knowing damn well what you did. It was obvious when the bulge pressing against you slowly relaxed and disappeared. It made you so excited to know you made Henry Bowers cream his pants.

As the car was parked and the gang shuffled out of the vehicle, you watched Henry closely. You noticed a faint blush cross his pale cheeks.

"You owe me." You whispered in his ear, far away from the others.

"What?" He spat.

"I scratched your back, now you'll scratch mine." You purred. You'd break him eventually. You promised yourself that. You'd break Henry Bowers.

#it 2017 #it fanfiction #Henry Bowers #The Bowers Gang #Henry Bowers x reader #Henry Bowers smut #the bowers gang smut

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trickkombowerskru · 5 years ago

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Who I Write For

Okay so due to the influx of new followers I’ve been getting I’ve gotten asked a few times if I still write for X or if I write for -insert fandom here- So this post is for all of you guys to know the long list of characters and the few ships I write for in alphabetical by fandom order now less! Oh also a note for newer followers if you leave a comment on one of my posts Tumblr doesn’t let me respond with this blog, just my main so for future reference when you get a reply from @purplezebra68 it ‘s me (I made the name when I was like 13 shut up)

IT 2017

Henry Bowers (including adult Henry)

Victor Criss

Patrick Hockstetter

Belch Huggins

All the gang (Like a set of hcs with each of them in a relationship or situation separately)

Poly!Bowers Gang (A combo of any number of the boys you want with the reader, even all 4 if that’s what you want)

PatHen (If I like the prompt enough)

IT Chapter 2

Bill Denbrough

Mike Hanlon

Ben Hanscom

Eddie Kaspbrak

Beverly Marsh

Richie Tozier (Romantically with male readers only, but platonic fem readers are fine)

Stanley Uris

All The Losers Club (Same as the Bowers scenario)

Poly!Losers Club (A combo of however many Losers you want with the reader, hell even all 7 with the reader if that’s what floats your boat)

Benverly (If I dig the prompt enough)

I only do the adult losers

The 100

Emori

Bellamy Blake

Octavia Blake

Monty Green

Jasper Jordan

Harper McIntyre

John Murphy

Raven Reyes

Bellarke (Like the other ships I am picky about prompts)e

Also I would be down to do poly x reader scenarios with any of the characters here

The Flash

Barry Allen

Ralph Dibny

Killer Frost

Cisco Ramon

Caitlin Snow

Snowbarry (Same drill as the other ships)

Again I would be down to do poly x reader scenarios with any of the characters here

Bloodline

Nolan Rayburn

Black Mirror

Ryan “Trick” Trebecki

Mrs.Fletcher

Julian Spitzer

13 Reasons Why

Zach Dempsey

Supernatural

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Jack Kline

Claire Novack

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Team Free Will (As in any prompt with the whole team)

Umbrella Academy

Allison Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Vanya Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

I’ll do poly x readers for anyone here too in fact I already have done a basic one for Robin and Steve

Uncharted

Nathan Drake

Sam Drake (including 19 y/o Sam)

Rafe Adler

Harry Flynn

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Nadine Ross

Misc

Adam (From Being Charlie)

Alexander (From Everyday)

Alec (From I See You)

Boots Conley (From Inherent The Viper)

Casper Galloway

Rodrick Heffley

Freddy Klein

Leo Strange

Dean Taylor

Snowbird (A crackship that my friend and I created between Raven Reyes and Caitlin Snow)

The 100 Arrowverse (Some Arrowverse characters traveling into the future where they meet 100 characters that are their descendants)

Supernatural IT (Team Free Will getting transported to Derry)

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mentally-unstable-hottie13 · 21 days ago

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⭐️Senior Year Sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM! Reader

Chapter summery: babysitting shenanigans and awkward situations.

Word count: 3,069

Estimated read time: 14 mins

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Chapter 9

Some off brand soda should fix that

You finish both you and Henry’s food and you watch Stella play. He silently chomps down on his second while simultaneously tossing back some chips. This man was a fucking machine when it came to eating, good god.

“Been meanin to ask.” His mumbles from a full mouth snap you out of your judgment. “Who’s kid even is this?” He points to Stella on the playset.

You snort and set down your sandwich. “No idea I picked her up off a shelf at a Walmart.” You state with a completely serious tone and look. It appears Henry didn’t get the joke as his face is nothing but utter confusion. You laugh at the face he’s making and steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder. “I’m kidding dude. One of Kevin’s friends needed some help so he let me take his daughter out for a few hours like they worked. I told her I’d take her shopping and then we would have a ‘picnic’ so she could play.”

“Oh.” Henry replies. No longer confused.

“By the way…. Is your chest ok?” You ask.

“Whaddya mean?”

“Down by the barrens when I beat your ass. I hit you in the chest like 6 times. I didn’t notice any bruises there but I also just might not have realized I made them.”

“It’s fine. You bruised my sternum bone pretty bad but you didn’t cause any skin bruises.”

“And your ribs? I told you to lay off them for a while but here you are. Not doing that.”

“They hurt but I’ll live. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Can you just relax on the killer tendencies for like 2 weeks.” You snort.

“I don’t have ‘killer tendencies’” Henry says defensively.

“Yeah sure.” You joke.

“I fucking don’t! You don’t know anything about me! I sure as fuck don’t have any fucking killer tendencies, bitch!” He begins to yell and stands up.

“Hey! Henry, calm down!” You shout and grab his shoulders. “Stella is watching can you keep it the fuck down!” You whisper yell.

“Fuck you! You think that just because you helped me once you are all high and fuckin mighty? Tellin me what to do an’ shit” he hits your arm away, hard. That doesn't stop you from grabbing his arm again.

“Listen, I'm sorry. I made a joke that wasn’t funny. Please calm down before you hurt yourself. Stella is right there and she likes you, don’t make a fucking scene. I’m sorry.” You basically plead with him. He’s still standing while you remain seated. His face is turned away from you but you can see his breathing soften. All that yelling and huffing probably hurt his chest.

You tug on him just a little to prompt him to sit back down and he does. He sits with his legs turned out from the bench, as if he’s getting ready to run. You sigh and pull a drink from one of the bags and hand it to him. You swear whatever weird relationship you had with him was always taking 2 steps back just as you made a little progress.

The two of you sit there in silence for a few minutes. He sips his drink while you watch Stella play. After a minute you see someone approaching her. What the fuck? You slowly rise as you see the man get closer and closer to her. He begins speaking to her from a few feet away and you sprint out to her. She looks uncomfortable. You run to the opposite side of the playset from where the man is and call for her.

“Stella! Hon it’s time to finish your food!” She looks to you with relief and starts to walk but the man catches the bottom of her sweater.

“You can go over to momma in a minute. We were just talking. Don’t you know it’s impolite to walk away when an adult is talking to you?”

You climb onto the playset and snatch her away from him.

“And don’t you know it’s fucking creepy to talk to little girls by themselves.”

“Hey, no need to make a fuss we were just talking.”

“And what conversation could you have been having with a four year old that’s so fucking interesting you try to keep her away from her mother?” Stella looked up at you with big eyes and you think you said something wrong. But you needed to give the illusion of a stronger bond with her to hopefully keep this freak away.

“I was just asking her about her friends and school. Though she seems to have no manners. You should teach your kid to speak when spoken to.”

“And your mother should have taught you that approaching little girls on a playset is weird.” You try to walk away but just as he had done with Stella. The man grabs you. You try to pull away but you can’t. You set Stella down and she runs off to the opposite side of the playset.

“You should leave.” you hear Henry say in a stern voice. The guy looks to Henry and rolls his eyes before looking back at you getting ready to speak again. This guy had a crazy grip!

“I ain’t see any kids here that could be yours..?” Henry announces. “I also see that you are dressed real fucken dark for such a sunny, warm day. I suggest you leave before we call the cops. You are either all dressed up because had plans or you’ve already been caught by the cops being a fucking preditor once..” At this the man let’s you go and you run to Stella. You kneel in front of her and hold her. The man slowly walks to Henry until they are almost chest to chest.

“What do you think the cops will do? huh? Take me in for questions? Set me out after a couple hours? You know nothing kid.” The man turns away with a disrespectful raise if his hand.

“I do know one thing..” Henry puts his hands in his pockets calmly.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. They sure as fuck won’t recognize you once I’m done smashing your face into metal pole” he point to a big blue metal pipe, holding up the playset. “And by the time they get here I’ll have already killed you. I kindly suggest you leave.”

Henry gives a signature half smile and takes a step closer to him. Without another word the man dressed in black hurriedly leaves the park. Henry climbs on top of the playset and jogs to you and Stella. He kneels down beside you and before he can say anything Stella let’s go of you and hugs him tightly. He looks at you wide eyed and confused before stiffly wrapping his arms around her. Stella cries and Henry looks so absolutely out of his element. He mouths to you ‘take her!’ You shrug and mouth back ‘no!’ And do a hugging motion with your arms to tell him to continue holding her.

You rise to your feet and help Henry up as he holds Stella. All of you get off the playset and wander over back to the picnic table where Stella refuses to let go of Henry even once she’s stopped crying. You clean up and gather all the grocery bags onto the table. A buzz in your pocket startles the silence. You take out your phone and answer.

“Hello?”

“Ey! It’s Doug! Kevin and I are just about done ‘ere. Why don’t you two come on back?”

“Sure thing. We will be there soon.” You hang up the phone and put it back in your pocket. You slowly hold out your arms to Henry as a sign for him to give you Stella. Poor thing. She’s out cold. Nothing really happened but it must have really stressed her out. He hands her to you and you pick up your bags.

“You leavin?” Henry asks.

“Yeah…. Her dad is ready to have her back….. thank you Henry.. for everything.” You hug him from the side with your free arm before you rise from the bench and start walking.

Henry would never admit it. But he really fucking liked that half assed little hug. After a few minutes he also picks up his own groceries and makes his way home. His actions today make him think, as he walked down the dirt road. Henry hated kids. Especially ones way younger then him. He would have never fucking stood up for one. But that little girl was different. She was different because she was with you. You were so kind and loving with her. Henry couldn’t say he didn’t notice how amazing you were with her. And you could say the same for him.

Henry Bowers fucking hated children, but not the ones he took care of with you. In fact, he was almost great at it.

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The walk back to the shop was slow and peaceful. About halfway through Stella had woken up in your arms. She stirred to lucidity and looked at you with her big, beautiful, blue eyes. You looked back down at her and smiled. She looked upset.

“What’s wrong hun?” You ask the girl.

“…you…” she can’t seem to get the words out and hides her face in her curly blonde hair.

“Go on. You can tell me.”

Stella takes a deep breath and looks away. “You..you said you were my mommy….” She looks so sad…

“Oh hun I’m sorry. Was that wrong? I should have explained but I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I…” she sniffs and tears well up in her eyes. “I don’t have a mommy….” Oh no. You confused the poor girl. You stop walking and kneel down to get her on the ground along with the bags and hug her with both arms.

“I’m so so so sorry sweetie. I had no idea.”

She cried into your hair for a few seconds before she whispered into your hair. “Can you be my mommy?” You think your heart just turned to ash.

“Oh sweetie I wish I could but I’m too young to be a mommy.” You hug her as tight as possible. “I’ll always be here though. We can ask your dad to let us have sleepovers, and I h can help you with anything you could ever ask me ok?” You loosen the hug and Stella rubs her nose. You feel so bad for the mistake you made. You position to pick her up again and hand her a bag before picking up the others and walking again. Maybe you should talk to Kevin about this…

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“Honey I’m home!” You shout as usual into the store. You set down Stella and let her run toward her dad as you set all the bags onto the front counter.

“Well hey there princess!” Dough yells to his vivacious daughter as he picks her up and spins her.

“Daddy!” Stella giggles to her dad. “____ took me to the store then we had a pu-pu…?” She tries and fails to say the word. “Pipe-her-nicks!” Her dad giggles at his daughter before correcting her with a simple, short. “You mean picnic.” She nods in affirmation as her dad sets her down.

“There’s a tv in the back room.” Kevin announces and the girl looks giddy. She runs to you and asks a quick “may I have a juice?” You nod and have her a drink before she runs to the back room and shuts the door. Within seconds, all of you can hear the gentle tune of a cartoon's theme song. Doug stares at the door for a few seconds with a gentle smile. He turns to you with that same smile pasted on his face.

“Thanks for taking care of her. She seems to like you.”

“It was no issue she’s an angel”

Kevin joins in from behind the counter. “Anything happen while you were out?”

“…” Kevin takes your silence as an obvious yes.

“____” he says your name in warning. You really didn’t know how to tell her dad. You didn’t know if he’d be mad at you or not.

“Well… there was this guy at the park and I totally took care of it. He wasn’t an issue. It’s just that…” you look dough in the eyes before looking away and to the floor. “To get Stella away from him I sorta…mighta… said I was her mother…?…. I could tell I struck something in her when I said it and she asked me on the way here if..if I would be her momma since she doesn't have one..” you wince as the words come out.

You slowly lift your head to set your eyes on Doug to see that his face has softened and he looks almost sad. He takes a few, slow, gentle steps toward you before embracing you in a passionate hug.

He says gently next to you. “I know I’m just a dad. This is the first kid I’ve ever had, and holy fuck I’m lost. A little girl needs a girl around, she needs someone who’s not her dad sometimes. If it ain’t to much, could you be that for her? I’ll pay you to babysit, just help her grow up into a girl who’s dad didn’t fuck up…she needs a girl like you around.” You start to tear up. You wish you had someone like you when you were growing up. You nod and release Doug from the embrace.

As strange and eventful as the day was, it surely did mean something to you. Maybe this weird ass town was becoming home? Maybe it ain’t so bad here.

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10:57.

Cra-luhnk….

You are snapped from the fantasy world of your mind by a tiny noise coming from your window. You were just reading a story on your phone while some trash tv show played in the background.

You and Kevin had gotten home a few hours ago. Kevin was exhausted as per usual. The pair of you got Chinese take out on the way home. Once you stepped foot in the house Kevin divided up the food then took his meal into his room to eat, then went to bed. While you were in the Chinese place you ordered about 5 extra of everything, each. Neither of you felt like cooking this week, so stocking up seemed like a good idea.

You get up off the bed and over to the window to find the source of the sound.

To absolutely no surprise, Henry Bowers stood below your balcony with a handful of pebbles that he was tossing at your window.

‘How Romeo and Juliet of him.’ You think.

You exit onto your balcony and put a finger up to your lips to show him to be quiet, then point to the direction of the front door. You scurry back into the house and quietly head downstairs and to the front door. You let Henry in and take him by the hand to the kitchen.

“You like Chinese food?” You whisper.

He nods in affirmation. You open the fridge and bend down to the bottom shelf to get out some fried rice, wontons and sweet and sour sauce. Henry couldn’t help but look at your ass as you bent over. God you really did have him wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it.

You pop the food containers in the microwave before putting them on a big wooden tray and walking to your room. Henry follows you with no prompting. Passing killer who was asleep on the couch.

“You can sit on the bed, I have to get something real quick.” You tell him. Henry sits in the bed and you hand him the tray of his food. As you start to walk away he gets comfortable and begins to eat. You go to your closet and bring out a bag from the store you met Henry in today. You walk back to the bed and plant yourself beside Henry and dig into the bag, pulling out a box of candy.

You pick up the remote to the tv and find some random movie to watch while you two eat. The silence is comfortable. For a while.

Finally after you finish the box of candy, to toss it off the side of your bed and look at Henry who idea still eating.

“Why are you here, Henry?”

He stops eating for a second before grunting and taking another bite.

“I thought you said we weren’t friends. I’m pretty sure enemies aren’t hanging out at each other's houses every night.”

Henry again, stops mid chew and says quickly “I didn’t wanna be home with my dad”. While that was technically the truth. It wasn’t the reason he was here. He could have locked himself in his room or gone to the store or belch’s to pass time until he knew his dad was home and asleep. He wanted to see you. He knew he was the only one who ever got to see the real you. He liked that thought. But he also knew you wouldn’t tell anyone he was ever here.

His answer immediately shut you down. “A…are you feeling ok?” You asked almost shyly.

“I’m fine just fucking exhausted.” You perk up.

“Oh well in that case….” You lean down the side of the bed to pick up the bag from the floor and pull out a bottle. “Some off brand soda outta fix that.” You say with a big smile on your face.

Oh my god, how Henry has grown to love that stupid fucking smile.

He stares at your lips as your smile softens and you look down to the bottle in your lap and begin to attempt taking off the lid. He dosnt miss the way your tounge slightly pokes out of the side of your mouth like a cartoon character while you tug really hard at the soda cap. You had this man so utterly whipped. And here you were adorable and oblivious.

You finally got the cap off and retrieved an empty cup you had only used for water a little less than an hour ago from the nightstand. You pour his drink and turn to hand it to him. As you meet his eyes you both realize just how close you two are. You slightly blush and look away.., but he doesn't. Henry keeps his eyes on you in the silence. Right as you open your mouth to speak (in hopes to cut the weird tension) Henry cuts you off by blurting out….

“Can I stay the night?”

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thecreativeangel · 7 years ago

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S.O.U.L.M.A.T.E.

Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: Because soulmates are linked in weird ways, you are hungover from a party you didn't attend and just happened to be in the same condition as the school douchebag. Your soulmate could be anyone. At all. In the world. So please, please don’t let it be him.

Warnings: Cussing, hangovers, mention of bullying (bordering abuse). Pt. 1 of 2 or (maybe) 3. This a request, by the way. (I know. I’m slowly getting through my requests. It’s a miracle.)

Word Count: 1,221

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School at Derry could easily be described in one word (the word being hell), but you preferred to think of it in your own way; sarcastically. Gretta Keene for instance, was the epitome of class and dignity, always being nice to everyone and never shoving you aside while you were on your way to science. See? Sarcasm.

Henry Bowers never threatened you into kissing his cheek (It was okay honestly. He originally wanted the kiss in a less innocent place. You had to bargain), Patrick Hockstetter never cornered you in the girls bathroom. He had this revolting idea that sex was only sex if the receiver was yelling for help, and he definitely didn’t almost get his way, and you definitely didn’t feel like crying, even though you managed to get away. Definitely not.

Victor Criss and Belch Huggins were…actually half decent. Victor liked to call you a wide range of names. Belch just burped in your face and was generally gross. So in order of psychopath to normal it was Henry, then Patrick, then Victor and Gretta. Belch was last. The hate you felt towards the Bowers gang was out of fear and anxiety for what they do to you, but you felt different kinds of hatred. “You shoved me aside and now I want to stab you with a pencil” was for Gretta. “I nearly bled to death when you cut a dick into my ribcage. Go to hell” was for Patrick and Henry. But there was a special sort of hate you had, deep in the darkest pit of your heart, a special type of “almost-hate-but-not-quite-but-still-extreme-anger”. It was never used. You never thought you’d use it.

Until you found out who your soulmate was.

Que montage of “soulmate moments”.

The first time you knew you even had a soulmate. It was terrible. The night before was fine; studying for Mr. Bittner’s class, quick dinner, shower then sleep. In the morning thought…

“Oh my god,” You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Why does it feel like I chugged vodka last night?”

See, you certainly had not chugged anything last night, except for a glass of milk. And maybe a few chocolate bars. Studying requires motivation, okay? You rolled off the bed and onto the carpet, releasing a soft ‘oof’ when your back hit the ground. The headache got worse. Stumbling to the bathroom, the most horrible sensation bubbles in your throat. You could taste the sour and bitter throw up in the back of your throat as your stomach convulsed. A flashback of being kicked in the stomach in P.E. is what you described it as, and that imagine only makes the process quicken. You lunged for the toilet bowl and clung to it, vomiting out everything.

You retched and couched until everything flew out, until only thick clear liquid was coming out in small shudders. When stomach fluid began to dribble out, you chose to forcefully snap your mouth shut, your throat still retching against the rest of your body’s will. The convulsions stopped after a few minutes of sitting on the bathroom floor but the acid like taste of vomit remained stuck to your tongue. You turned the tap and lapped at the flowing water, wishing it to dull the raw ache and disgusting taste in your mouth. Wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand, you squeezed the edges of the sink until your knuckles turned white.

Visible through the mirror, all over your neck, were little maroon bruises. They littered your skin and now, for the first time, you felt all the effects. The soreness of your feet and legs, the not so faint throbbing of the hickeys, the ache in your throat, the lead ball in your head that was bashing into your skull with every small move you made. Hungover. You were hungover as shit.

But how? Last night was a perfectly regular night studying for that stupid soulmates test-

“SONOVABITCH!” You screamed, rubbing your temples again as your brain rattled in your skull. Okay. No screaming. Screaming equals bad.

You lifted your head to look at the painful image in your mirror. Bags under your eyes, angry red blotches on your cheeks, sweaty skin. Your skin was paler than usual, becoming a sickly color. You put your head in your hands and groaned.

Fuck my soulmate. Murder isn’t a strong enough word for what I’m gonna do if I find them.

“Hey loser.” Beverly said in a singsong voice, plopping down in her seat. “Why d’you look like you crawled out of hell?”

“Shut-shut up Bev,” You whined, laying your head on your desk. “I look like hell ‘cause I’ve-I’ve been through hell.”

“Are you hungover?” She asked, critical and slightly amused. “How? You didn’t even come to the party last night. Christ, if you have a stash of booze under your bed I call dibs.”

“Shut up.” You whined again, covering your ears.

“You are hungover,” Beverly marveled. She stood up and moved in front of you, poking your cheek. You’re too tired to respond, instead choosing to close your eyes. She poked you again, then lifted your eyelid with her finger.

“You still alive there?”

Lazily, you swatted her hand away. “No.”

“Well since you didn’t go to the party, why’re you all dead looking?”

You blinked slowly, craning your neck on the hard desk, trying to get into a more comfortable sleeping position. “I think my s-”

“Is that a fucking hickey?” Beverly shrieked. Everyone who was in the classroom stopped talking and looked at you like an animal in a zoo. You groaned loudly as your ears heated up and moved your head so your nose was squished against the wooden desk.

“Bev for god’s sake shut the fuck up.”

“You- you got laid?” She whisper yelled. It was still loud enough that two or three people heard.

“No you idiot! It’s my asshole soulmate!”

She settled down, visibly relieved. “Oh. Thank shit.”

“Get off my ass,” You murmured, wincing when the classroom door banged open. Richie Tozier walked in, with his stupid black bomber jacket and skinny jeans and glasses indoors. On cue, a bunch of guys and a few girls started whooping and cheering. Beverly and you both rolled your eyes.

“Y’know, Tozier could be your soulmate,” Beverly said airly, sitting back down beside you. “He’s got a hangover and everything.”

“How’d you know he’s got a hangover?” You asked sleepily, still somewhat interested.

“No one wears sunglasses indoors,” Beverly answered, chuckling. “Even a pretentious asshole like him.”

“He better not be my soulmate,” You growled hoarsely. Great. My voice is gone. My soulmate must’ve been at a rave or something. “What’re the chances of that? Of all the people on Earth who have soulmates… If Tozier is my soulmate I give you permission to feed me rat poison.”

“Bitch if you get to die before final exams then so do I.” Beverly grumbled, taking a swig of a Red Bull.

She always carried at least five cans in her backpack. She also had bags under her eyes, probably from the party and staying up to study. Behind you, Richie and his friends were talking loudly and laughing frequently like complete idiots.

Just another typical Monday.

Forever Tozier Tags List: @exoticeggos, @mikoalabearwrites

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knyontop · 15 days ago

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rosalynbair · 7 years ago

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Two Names on the Bridge

AO3 | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Pairing: Henry Bowers x Fem!reader

Words: 2702

Summary: In the summer heat, you go to visit your boyfriend Henry Bowers, only to become two names written on the bridge and nothing more.

Warnings: a lot of description, mentions of sex, nudity, cheating, how many times can I write “it was fucking hot as hell”

A/N: This was supposed to be a cute lil drabble. But it ended up being over 2.5k words and it’s kinda sad. But y’know. Oh well. Also tagging @henrybcwer bc I mentioned it (also I rewrote it so Henry cheats and not the reader? Oops?) This is also my first ever Henry fic???

Late summer in Derry was hot. There were almost no clouds on most days, with the sweltering heat and no release from it until September. The townspeople grew tired easily under the sun, and most shops were closed by three in the afternoon.

The people you had grown up around had sweat shining on their sunburnt skin, hair often frizzy from the heat and the drought that was overtaking Maine. Everyone had resorted to wearing tank tops and shorts, losing all want or need for the professionalism of uniforms and suits as they prepared themselves for their work days.

Some days, the main drag of shops wasn’t even opened. The heat and knowledge of it only getting worse throughout the day only deterred anyone from leaving their houses that were barely kept cool with the rundown air conditioners that rested in the windows of their living rooms and bedrooms. The only professional repair man for air conditioners lived out of town and didn’t come in often. Or there was Belch Huggins and Henry Bowers – and despite the want for a cool house to stay in, no one wanted a member of the Bower’s Gang in their house.

Your air conditioner was barely sputtering along, it made loud clanging noises every half an hour and the constant whirr of the ceiling fans in your house were drowned out by the mechanical issues of the air conditioner that was long overdue to be retired and replaced.

It was the only reason you didn’t really mind taking the one bus transit system to the outer part of town where the farm houses lay. You were the only one on the old, rattling, loud engined bus. The interior made up of rusty metal and old blue pleather seats that had seen better days. Much like the rest of the town.

Your bare thighs stuck to the seat from the sweat, inner skin chafing from when you walked to the bus stop barely twenty minutes ago. And although the bus stop was just down the street from your house, the heat had caught up to your body quickly. But even then, there was no way you were going to wear shorts longer than what you had on now. The less fabric the better.

The road around you blurred on the drive, grass a faded yellow as it dried out from the constant attention from the sun. The white paneled houses that passed were tinged a light beige from the flurry of dust the low winds blew through the streets. There was a strange sort of melancholy feel to the town in August. Much different from the flood filled spring that had just passed only two months ago, or the brutal and freezing winter that would soon come after the brief relief of autumn.

The bus slowed at a stop sign, stopping completely – lurching forward slightly. You braced your sandal clad feet on the floor, stopping yourself from falling forward. The bus driver opened the doors for a woman with a basket, her arthritis riddled legs carrying her onto the hot bus. Any hope she had of getting away from the heat was lost as she sat down beside an opened window.

Her eyes caught yours when she looked around, you give her a small but polite smile that she didn’t return. It didn’t matter any more how much of a good teenager you were, or how helpful you had been to everyone as you grew up. The moment you started dating Henry Bowers, everyone’s perception of you changed. You were no longer a singular entity. You had no defining personality or character. You were simply Henry Bowers’ girlfriend.

You had somewhat expected it. If hadn’t been that bad when it was just Henry taking an interest in you, his gaze had followed you everywhere for weeks at school before he approached you without his gang of misfits.

A walk to the theatres. Maybe actually paying for a movie. He had proposed to you, his cheeks rosy and his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans aggressively. Shoulders tight as he stared at you. His cheek held a bruise from a fight earlier in the week, the yellowing stain fading finally.

A walk would be nice. You had said, you often worked in the office on your off periods to get your volunteer hours, and you knew very well the Henry Bowers was not treated nicely at home and didn’t have disposable money for a stupid movie to impress a girl.

He had stuck by you after your walk around town, although the date had been quiet and wasn’t ideal to most people, he had tried to make conversation and not live up to his reputation when he was alone with you. Even when you wound up at the kissing bridge and sat on the fence over the river silently as you looked over the rushing waters, it had been nice. Romantic, even.

He had asked you to go steady with him after a few weeks of sneaking into your room or going on late night walks when being in the house with his dad became too much – though he still had yet to explicitly tell you that Butch Bowers often beat him until he could barely move. Common knowledge was that he just got into fights outside of school. But you weren’t stupid. You knew him well enough, almost as well as Vic or Blech knew him.

The same week of officially dating, he had carved your names into the bridge in his crude handwriting. It was barely legible, but it was there. It was beside one of Patrick’s carvings that held the name of one of his victims.

In the few months… almost a year of dating Henry, Patrick hadn’t held a girl for more than a few days. Belch and Vic both had someone for a few months, but it never last. The pressure of being a part of the gang had always been too much in the end. They had known everything you had become to know. They had seen how the people of the town looked at them differently, treated them differently as if they had all become strangers.

The bus slowed down once more, stopping close to the Bowers’ farm. You stand, holding your small purse as your skin peeled away from the seat. You rub the backs of your thighs tenderly before walking to the front of the bus, holding onto the pole in front of the doors as you waited for the bus to fully stop and the doors to open.

“Have a good day.” You say to the driver and the woman, stepping off of the bus and into the wall of heat.

There was no wind today, only the sun and humid air that attacked your skin and hair immediately. You had braided your hair back to combat the unavoidable frizz that would come to it. And you had lathered your limbs in sunscreen, but even so, your skin reddened under the kiss of the sun.

You began to walk the short way to Henry’s home. Your sweaty feet slipped around in your sandals, the straps digging in with each step. Your loose shirt clung to your body, the thin white fabric becoming partially see-through as the liquid clung and penetrated it.

Your sunglasses didn’t do much to combat the sun – they were more fashionable than practical. Your mom had bought them for you from your last vacation to Tampa over winter break. The leopard pattern had been under scrutiny from Henry since you came home, always making jabs at them when he could.

The frame was large on your face, covering from your eyebrows to your cheekbones. You often wore them in the Trans AM when you didn’t want to deal with the boys bullying antics and just wanted to melt into the back seat, trying to salvage your reputation as a nice person.

Henry’s home came into view, the old white house standing out against the beige of the farmland around it. You walked up the dirt driveway, kicking out rocks when they got stuck in your sandal. His driveway was long, and you turn off to the right towards the metal shed that had bullet holes pressed into it.

Henry was never in the house, he was always with the pigs, in the barn, or in the fields. You hadn’t seen any sign of machinery in the fields, meaning he was behind the shed in the pig pen, or hiding up in the lofts of the old barn smoking a pack of stolen cigarettes.

With a quick walk around the shed and a gentle scratch to Bip and Bop’s heads, you trek through the crispy grass to the faded red barn. The front doors were open, showing off the amounts of hay it had. There had been a horse around when you first started dating Henry, but it had passed away a few months ago from it’s old age. Henry had wanted to get a new one, but that was out of the question with how expensive they were, and Butch didn’t think Henry was worth getting another horse for.

“Hen?” you ask, softly calling out as you stood at the doors of the barn.

There was no reply, but you saw the gentle wisps of smoke up in the loft. You walk into the dingy, allergy inducing barn. Hay crunched under you while you walked, making your arrival noisy to anyone who could hear.

The steps up to the loft creaked under your weight, the air somehow growing hotter when you got into the loft. There was a small window that was open, shining light into the converted area.

There was a small coffee table with a pack of cards and cigarettes. A half full bottle of off brand beer, and a few empty ones.

An old recliner took up space to the left, and then two ugly, thread-bare couches to the right. The chair and one of the couches were empty.

The dirty blonde mullet haired boy was sprawled out on the other couch, shirtless with his arms resting against the back of the couch, a new bottle of cold beer in one hand. His head was tilted back, hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, his mouth opened to release a blissful moan.

It was a scene you had seen many times, but in all other instances, you had been the one sitting naked on him. You had been the one with your face buried into his neck with the tender skin between your teeth.

You stood at the top of the stairs for a moment, taking in the intimate scene before you. As if it would somehow vanish like a mirage induced by the humidity and lack of water you had ingested today. After blinking a few times, the brunette was still rocking her hips – rising herself to the head of Henry’s cock and pushing herself back down. It didn’t take long for her lips to be on his, holding his cheeks in her small hands.

“It appears as if I’ll have to come back another time.” You say coolly, the words tumbling out of your mouth.

A shrill shriek comes from the girl, her hands releasing Henry’s face to cover her chest. Her head whipped around to face you, green eyes wide with horror at someone seeing her nude and in a compromising situation.

Henry was staring at you with a shocked expression taking hold of his usually stoic features. Your name falls from his lips, something else getting choked up in his throat before it could follow. Your eyebrow raised, and you shook your head.

“I should have guessed this would happen eventually.” You mummer, your eyes trailing to the girl again. She was everything Henry had gone after before he started dating you. Pretty, innocent, nice body.

Something you had been once too. Before you had met him. “Y/n.” Henry says quietly, looking at you as if he had just come into your room for you to help him but cream on the welts he received from his father.

He had no right to look at you that way. This was his compromising situation, not yours. But even so, you began to wrack your brain as you turned and walked down the stairs, searching for any indication in your memory that could show that this may have happened more than once, or any sign of why it happened.

Had you not been attentive enough? Did he not like the sex he had with you so much that he had to find someone else? Were you not good enough for Henry Bowers?

You heard fast movement around the loft as you exited the barn, sniffing slightly and blaming your water eyes on the allergens in the barn instead of the feeling of your heart plummeting into your stomach from the pain of dread.

“y/n.” Henry begs as he stumbles his way down the steps, buttoning up his ripped jeans.

You keep walking, back into the humid summer afternoon.

“Don’t ignore me.” He tells you, grabbing onto your wrist when he catches up to you. He tugs on your arm, pulling you closer to him. You spin on your heel, hand coming up to collide with his cheek.

“You’re a bastard.” You hiss, fighting against the tears in your eyes until they were nearly blinding you. “I trusted you. I put my faith in you.”

“I didn’t mean to.” He tells you, his cheek growing red from your hand. His skin was already sunburnt, and there was old skin peeling off his nose. Dust from the farm covered most of his skin, making his tan darker than it already was.

“If you didn’t mean to, you wouldn’t have done it.” You tell him. “Where’d you pick her up? How old is she?”

“She’s seventeen.” Henry sighs, looking down at his cowboy boots. “She’s new around town.”

“And you thought you’d show her the best Derry had to offer.” You scoff. “Nice.”

“It wasn’t like that.” He snaps, fear crossing his face as he realizes that you were genuinely angry with him.

“It never is.” You grumble, pulling your wrist away from his grip.

“So, uh.” Henry says nervously, watching you closely. “What… Wha’ happens now?”

“We become just two names on the bridge.” You say quietly.

He knows what that means. It was a phrase said often in town when couples broke up. Couples who put their names on the bridge rarely last, usually breaking up after a few days or a week after they carve their names +4E onto the old wood that the city counsel swore they would replace once day.

He saw it in your tear-filled eyes that you were serious. That his one mess up in the entire relationship was going to ruin it. His one mistake, that he thought you would never find out about, was the thing that would break you up. Not the arguments, not moving away to go to college. It was just him being Henry. Henry Bowers living up to his rotten reputation.

You turn away from him, unable to look at his shell-shocked expression. You leave the barn, walking back towards the road while hoping the bus wouldn’t be too late on it’s next round around the route.

Henry stood at the doorway of the barn, watching you walk away from him for the last time.

You stop by the pig pen, leaning over the old fence to pet the pigs once more. “I’m not coming around anymore.” You tell them softly. “But you’re gonna be okay. Hen will take good care o’ you two.”

You had always had a soft spot for the pigs. You sometimes showed up and spent more time with them than Henry. Or you had often asked to come to his house just to see them. They were like fat dogs.

With one final word and pet of goodbye, you walk back to the bus stop, leaning against a fence until it came to take you home where you would finally let your tears fall.

#henry bowers imagine #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers x you #henry bowers #bowers gang #bowers gang imagine #the bowers gang #rosalynbair #it 2017 #it #Stephen Kings IT #stephen king #hi #thanks for comin to me saying that i miss summer nonchalantly in a 2.7k word fic

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patrick-hockstutter · 7 years ago

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Patrick-Hockstutter’s Masterlist

Fics:

Follow My Lead (NSFW)

Cigarettes After Sex

Try to Remember / Part 2 (Part 1 NSFW)

The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot

Marked As His Part 1 / Part 2 (Part 2 NSFW)

A Little Less Worse Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (Part 3 NSFW)

Wasn’t the Right Time

If That’s What You Want

Everyday Is Like Sunday

Heart Shaped Pills

Don’t Ask Me for Patrick x Pregnant!Reader, This is the Post

Drive Safe (NSFW)

Face Paints

Headcanons:

Bowers Gang s/o Tattoos

Dating Patrick Hockstetter

Dating Henry Bowers

Dating Belch Huggins

Dating Victor Criss

Dating the Bowers Gang

Sleeping Next to Patrick Hockstetter

Sleeping Next to Henry Bowers

Living in the Sewer with Pennywise

Bowers Gang on Christmas

Bowers Gang on Halloween

Modern Bowers Gang

Bowers Gang in Quarantine (modern)

Bowers Gang + s/o Couple Costumes

Patrick Hockstetter’s Goth Girlfriend

Bowers Gang Taking Care of s/o After Surgery

Bowers Gang Taking Care of s/o After Wisdom Teeth

Bowers Gang Taking Care of a Sick s/o

Bowers Gang Comforting a s/o

Protective Bowers Gang

Bowers Gang Insecurities

Bowers Gang With an Affectionate s/o

Saying ily to the Bowers Gang

Bowers Gang With a Singing s/o

Bowers Gang Fashion

Bowers Gang Memelords

Bowers Gang Free Time

Bowers Gang Favorite Foods

Bowers Gang Sex Headcanons (after a while) (NSFW)

Patrick Hockstetter Sex Headcanons (NSFW)

Patrick Hockstetter Kissing Headcanons

Patrick Hockstetter Physical Appearance

Patrick Hockstetter Physical Contact

Patrick Hockstetter Showering Habits

Patrick Hockstetter Soft Spot

Patrick Hockstetter Anger

Patrick Hockstetter Predictive Text (modern)

Henry Bowers Sex Headcanons (NSFW)

Henry Bowers Sleeping Habits

Henry Bowers Anger

Henry Bowers Driving and Showering Headcanons

Belch Huggins Hugging and Kissing Headcanons

Victor Criss Sleeping Habits

Victor Criss Anger

Patrick Hockstetter and Belch Huggins Sleeping Habits

Henry physical contact/Patrick favorite possession/Belch driving/Victor physical appearance

Love Note: Handwritten

Run Away With Me: Handwritten

Imagines:

Patrick’s Boy-Toy

Henry’s Confession

Pennywise’s Make-Up

Chat Posts:

If Patrick Invented Glue

Patrick's Social Skills

Patrick's Math Quiz

Patrick's Madness

Patrick and Henry’s Pet Play

Patrick, you there?

Henry’s Breakfast

DRUNK AS HELL

Bowers Gang Optimism

Text Posts/Pictures/Videos/Quotes:

1k+ Face Reveal and Follow Forever

2k+ Follower Event and Follow Forever

3k+ Bowers Gang Playlist and Follow Forever

Fem!Patrick

Fem!Patrick Pt. 2

Happy Halloween

Cute Girlfriend < Clown Stan

Henry Bowers Vs Billy Hargrove

Who Gave Owen Teague the Right

Daddy Patrick

Zombie Patrick is my New Aesthetic

I'd Rather be Killed by Patrick

Henry’s Sexual Innuendo

Never Speak to Me or My Son Ever Again

Bowers Gang Petition

Join The Bowers Gang!

Blogging About Hockstetter

Patrick’s High School Fantasy

Study Hall With Victor

Life in an 80s Movie

Roommate Calls Me the Fuck Out

Henry’s Hand

Henry’s Soft Spot

Belch Hug Me

Did Someone Say Trans Am?

Bang the Bowers Gang

Pennywise Jokes > Dad Jokes

Pennywise in Animal Crossing? What is this a Crossover Episode?!

Fuck Pennywise

Pennywise Smut?

Pennywise Pick Up Lines

IT 101

Friday the 13th

Henry Angst

Fuck Yo Drama

Why I Was MIA

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bowersbeloved · 6 years ago

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Monster Among Men

Henry Bowers x Fem!Reader

Walking into the living room, my heart felt like it dropped to my stomach as I came to a mid-stop. I wish that would actually happen so I could be dead right now, because death is better than the sight of Henry Bowers and his father standing by my favorite corner of the couch. My eyes flicked to my mother as she started to speak, who stood beside Henry's father. "[Y/N], this is Oscar Bowers, the man I told you that I've been going out with, and his son, Henry, but I'm sure you two already know each other from school. I invited them over for dinner."

monster among men by 5 seconds of summer

stay by post malone

why by bazzi

the remedy for a broken heart by xxxtentacion

mutual by shawn mendes

i don't know by jack & jack

comfortable by lauv

lie to me by 5 seconds of summer

if walls could talk by 5 seconds of summer

you should see me in a crown by billie eilish

if you want love by nf

more by 5 seconds of summer

save me by xxxtentacion

better man by 5 seconds of summer

bitches broken hearts by billie eilish

spotify | youtube

#henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #bowers gang #bowers gang x reader #henry bowers x fem!reader #monster among men #the bowers gang #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #Reginald Huggins #victor criss #henry bowers imagine #henry bowers fic #bowers gang fic #it #it 2017

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everythingisnightvale · 7 years ago

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Poly!bowers gang x reader, maybe how it became to happen? Obviously the reader won’t have an amazing affect to make them good, but the reader brought out the best in them? Obviously the reader will be attacked and bullied by them, but when it becomes history and they date. (I prefer fem reader, but whatever is great)

Would you mind doing poly!bowers x reader? I think I saw you don’t do that, but I thought I’d give it a shot. Mostly them being dicks until you like them

So I got two asks like this and if I’m being really honest I don’t think I could right them bully/being dicks to someone until they date them. I know there are plenty of fic out there like that. I will give some poly!bowers x reader headcanons, but the reader (who isn’t exclusively female, but has breasts) isn’t bullied, she’s a lot more confident and sexually expressive.

You knows who the Bowers gang is. Of course you do. The entire school knows, but you’ve never really given them a second thought.

Until one day you and your friends are driving around playing truth or dare. One of your friend dare you to flash the car next to you at the red light.

You immediately recognize Belch Huggins car, but you’ve never been one to chicken out of a dare. So you open you window and get their attention. When all four of them are staring at you, you flash them. You all take off when the light turns green, but they just sit there for a minute because they’re all too shocked to know what to do.

The next day at school Henry corners you in the hallway and asks you who that show what for. You think about telling him it was a dare, but you find it kind of endearing how hard he’s trying so you tell him “Who do you think?” and walk off to your next class

Over the next few days you notice Bowers and his friends lingering around you. They’ve never really talked to you before, but now Belch is holding doors open for you and Vic is offering to let you copy his homework, and there is a dead june bug in your locker that your pretty sure is courtesy of Patrick.

Vic finds you after class one day and tell you that they guys have a bet going, to see who can get with you first. (You’re not fooled. You know he’s not telling you to be sweet. He’s telling you hoping that you’ll appreciate his honesty and choose him)

So you tell him the truth, that you’d get with all of them, provided that they’re all together. And he says “So…like what, an orgy?

And you just smile and say “I’m sure you’ll figure it out Vicky”

The guys don’t talk to you again for a while, but you can feel their eyes on you whenever you walk by.

One day you’re walking by yourself and Belch’s car pulls up next to you. Henry tells you to get in. You just look at Vic and say “Did you tell them my conditions” And he nods.

You climb in the back seat and Patrick is really the only one who looks excited. The others look kind of nervous.

You get to Belch’s house and his parents aren’t home so you sit in the living room drinking soda and letting something play on the tv.

Patrick is the first one to touch you, but you kind of expected that. He puts his hand on your thigh and kisses up your neck. Then Henry pulls you towards him and kisses you.

You can imagine what comes next

So now you’re not an official member of the Bowers Gang, you still have your own friends. You do your own thing, but you have this kind of tentative relationship that you know you should probably talk about but no one wants to start that conversation.

There are some rumors going around about you, but you know they’re just rumors. No one knows for sure what’s going down. (Except your closest friends and they are low key jealous)

#Bowers Gang #Henry Bowers #Vic Criss #Victor Criss #Patrick Hockstetter #Belch Huggins #Reginald Huggins #Polybowers #Polybowers x reader #Henry Bowers x Reader #Patrick Hockstetter x Reader #Belch Huggins x Reader #Vic Criss x Reader

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