#belch huggins x fem reader

[softfem-dom]

IT OC

HONEY WILSON 🌷

𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚

𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏

pronuns : she / her.

birthday : 15th april.

role in school : local sweetheart. a girls' girl.

popularity : not high, not low. average student.

friend group : unpresented in the movies. close friends with connor. best friends with gard jagermeyer.

character trait : is very sensitive (aka where her nickname came from). is very prone to get hurt (hits, cuts, scratches, falls, bumps, etc, etc..).

obsession / hyperfixation : she is completely obsessed over the war (first ww, second ww, and the vietnam war) due to intense trauma. Also completely obsessed over criminals and psychology, probably cuz shes a bit paranoid and wants to know how deranged minds work.

physical illness(es) : not any permament. prone to bruises, cuts, scratches and other minimal injuries.

RELATIONSHIPS W MAIN CHARACTERS

beverly marsh : acquaintances. share class. ben hasscom : they don't know each other. she just knows he's the new kid. richie tozier : acquaintances. she has saved him twice from bower's claws. stan uris : casual friends. they used to play togheter when they were kids. eddie kaspbrak : casual friends. their usual hang out spot is the nurse's office, they're always sick/hurt. mike hanlon : they don't know each other, but visually know each other. ,,

patrick hockstetter : creepy molester. bullies her (in a more light way idk). they just gravitate towards each other. fights with moose over her. henry bowers : friends (through connor n gard). neighbours. he mocks her constantly. prohibited the gang from bullying her hardcore since she is his baby cousin's and minion's friend. belch huggins : bullies her (by honking his car at her and scaring her). has actually been tutored by her. victor criss : coexists with her. they're not friends, not acquaintances, neither he bullies her.

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gard jagermeyer : best friends. possible romantic interest. neighbours. peter gordon : neutral friends. they know each other n stand each other. just not that emotionally close. moose sandler : aggressive molester. kinda just stalker-ish behaviour. he displays sexual interest in her. kind of a bully too. ,, connor bowers : very close friends. constantly seen hanging out together. ppl believe them to be a couple (which is obv not true).

@patricks-hockstetters-lighter

[henrys-mullet]

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.

[knyontop]

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😭

[countrycrackheads]

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.

[theyraylovehate]

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

[kyracanwrite]

It 2017 master list!

(I made some of these on wattpad a few years ago so don’t mind the weird ooc writing lmao)

💔-Angst

🤭-NSFW (will not be done for young Losers club)

💋-Smut (^same thing)

❤️-Fluff

🔪-Yandere

Losers club 🎈

Prefrence; who confessed first. ❤️

Prefrence; You’re on your period. ❤️

Bill Denbrough

(Coming soon)

Beverly Marsh

(Coming soon)

Richie Tozier

(coming soon)

Eddie Kaspbrak

(Coming soon)

Mike Hanlon

(Coming soon)

Ben hanscom

(coming soon)

Stanley Uris

(Coming soon)

Bower’s Gang

Henry Bowers

Midnight comfort

Warning: mentions of MURDER, Abuse, wounds. Fluff/Angst

(Side note: Again, wrote this a few years ago on my wattpad lol)

Words: 466

Patrick Hockstetter

(Coming soon)

Belch Huggins

(Coming soon)

Victor Criss

(Coming soon)

[a-constant-gay-panic]

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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:

HP

— 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 

IT 

— 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

[a-pretty-nerd]

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.

[trickkombowerskru]

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)

AU

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)

[thecreativeangel]

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

[rosalynbair]

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.

[patrick-hockstutter]

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

[everythingisnightvale]

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)

[bowersbeloved]

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

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