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mentally-unstable-hottie13 · 1 month ago

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⭐️𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬⭐️

Henry Bowers x fem! Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

chapter 4

Chapter summery: first day of school jitters

Word count: 2,793

Estimated read time: 13 minutes

A/N: we are ever so slowly getting closer and closer to what y’all came here for!

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Chapter 3

Oh aren’t you just a ray of sunshine

Bam!

You felt the sting of a fist across your face.

Bam!

Another.

Bam!

And then another.

The hits stopped about when you almost passed out.

They never stopped when you cried. Or when you said please.

You watched your mother get off of you.

Glancing at the blood on your knuckles as she stood, you couldn’t tell if it was hers or yours.

You waited until you heard the door to her and your fathers room lock before you crawled to the door and opened it. Using the door handle as leverage to stand. You wobbled to the mirror to look at yourself. You find yourself bloody and bruised with a black eye already swollen shut and blood coming out of every part of your face.

The phone on your bed rang!

You woke up with a jolt! Heavily panting and breathing. As you tried to figure out where the fuck you were. You were home. Killer was asleep at your feet and Kevin was just downstairs. You were home. You jump out of bed and rush to the closest mirror. You examine your face. It’s fine. Perfectly fine. Not a cut, not a bruise, not even a pimple. You sighed.

You look at the clock by the mirror on your desk to find that it’s only 20 minutes before you were planning on waking up. School starts today. Yippie.

Yesterday Kev didn’t take you into town because there was no reason to. The town was dead. Everyone was focused on getting ready. So you and Kevy sat at home and relaxed. You didn’t need new clothes because no one knew these clothes were actually like 2 years old. You didn’t need to go supply shopping because the teachers would tell you what you needed the first few days of school. When it was starting to get late Kevin suggested you sleep in your own bed with killer to get as much rest as possible. Much to your discomfort. You agreed. You open the blinds to your balcony and sit in your robe against the railing. Soon killer woke up and nudged you with his head. You kissed his stupid face and started to get ready.

You showered the night before so you were clean. You quickly did your makeup and got dressed in some Jeans and a baby blue knitted sweater. You put your hair up into a loose clip and stuffed you work clothes (pantyhose, shorts and a loose band tee with cut neckline so it hung off your shoulder. Along with a cardigan sweater in case you got cold.) into your cloth messenger bag and went downstairs with killer. You quickly fed him and got yourself some juice before going to Kev's room.

“Kevy, I gotta go now” you said quietly.

“There's an old bike with a basket in the farm shed so you don’t have to walk. Don’t let killer out” he grumbled and the turned over to face away from you.

The thought of everything, you smiled to yourself. You locked up the house with killer scratching at the door, before wandering to the farm shed. You found a perfect light blue bike with a wicker basket attached to the front. You wheeled it out, Checked the tires, and once you deemed them good you set your bag in the basket and rode off making sure to lock the property gate. As you rode down the main dirt road you noticed that the pigs police cruiser wasn’t there. But that asshole's blue car was. You didn’t stop and continued riding until you got to the main entrance of Derry high school. You rode your way to the farthest most hidden bike rack and locked up your bike. This rack was more hidden because of how far it was from a usable entrance. There was a door here but it looks to have been blocked off for some reason.

As you are walking back to the main entrance the bell rings.

“Ah fuck” you mumble to yourself before you start jogging to the entrance. You have no fucking idea where your classes are and you don’t know who to ask for help. You get through the front main doors and almost instantly feel eyes on you. You look too old to be a freshman but no one has ever seen you. You stick out. Hell, even the freshmen are looking at you. You are new in town and everyone knows it. You keep your head high and walk around trying to find your first period. You eventually figure out all core classes are coded by hundreds. So your first hour. Chemistry is in the 600 hall. By the time you figure that out, the bell has rung and you are the last person in the halls.

How the fuck is that possible? How do the freshman know where their fucking classes are? You groan and walk to your class. When you go to open the door to room 605 it’s locked. With another groan you knock loudly. You hear the woman’s loud voice inside halt and you hear footsteps stomping over to you. ‘This should be good’ you think to yourself sourly. The door opens and an old large woman greets you.

“Your late” she spits as she gestures you inside, closing the door behind you.

“I know” you reply.

“Why?”

“Excuse me?” You question. What does she mean why? It’s the frist day of school.

“Why were you late?” She repeated bitterly.

“It’s the first day of school” you state and a couple of the kids at the lab benches snort. You are becoming increasingly aware that you and the teacher are standing in front of the class, basically arguing.

“That is no excuse. The class tours were 2 weeks ago. you should have attended” she spits at you once again.

You are getting so frustrated and annoyed with this conversation you want to hit something. You didn’t want to put the spotlight on being the new kid today but it looks like you’ll have to.

“Listen miss. I wasn’t even fully packed to move here 2 weeks ago. I was officially enrolled 5 days ago and just got my schedule 3 days ago. I got lost. May I please sit down?” You snap at her.

She looked surprised at your tone and hurried over to her desk to find a clipboard.

“Ah I’ve found you. It appears the only free seat is with mr Bowers in the back”

All the students tensed. Oh how bad could it be? You walk down the rows to see an empty Seat in the aisle. Shame. You would have loved the window seat to look outside. As you pass the last few students you see the boy sitting in the window seat. He’s really cute. You look at him for a second, scanning him. Brown mullet. Tall. Sleeveless shirt. His arms are crossed and he looks pissed. You sit down before he can notice your staring. Maybe if you get here early next time you can take the window seat. Though he doesn't exactly look nice enough to be beat to a seat. The large woman talks about nothing for about an hour and then the bell rings.

That annoying ass conversation happened with every teacher for the first three periods. You didn’t know where the fuck anything was. This school was weirdly bigger than your last one. Finally it was lunch and all the students were allowed off campus to eat. You hadn’t seen any of those really nice kids from next to the diner yet so you decided to wander around outside. Strangely enough that’s where you saw them. By the bike rack. They saw you too. The girl you remember as Beverly waved you down with a big smile. You jogged over to them and greeted them.

“W-w-we were just ab-b-b-bout to go get some food. Wan-n-n-a come with?” Billy asked.

“Sure!” you replied and they all hopped on their bikes.

Mike was the one to notice you didn’t have one.

“Do you need a ride?” He asked sweetly.

“Oh no I have a bike I just have to go get it. Is that okay with y’all?”

They all nod and you smile and lightly jog away to the hidden bike rack. As you are coming back you hear a commotion. You duck behind a pillar and peek out to look at those kids being picked on. They are being pushed and shoved by a really tall guy, with longish hair, a chubby guy with a hat, a skinny guy with dyed blonde hair, and that cute guy from chem class. You watch as that bowers guy goes up to Bill and licks his palm before smearing it on Bill's face. The boys laugh and get into that blue sports car. Of fucking course. The boys drive off and you run to the others with your bike.

“Are y’all okay? I saw a little of what happened!¿Estás herido?” (Are you hurt?)

Stanley turned to you looking sad. “That was just Bowers and his goons”

Richie chimed in “they fuck with us all the time. Look what they did to Ben here” Richie grabbed the bottom of Ben’s shirt and lifted it up revealing an almost healed cut in the letter H. Ben quickly shoved his shirt back down and glared at Richie. Obviously embarrassed that you saw his stomach less than a day of knowing him.

Eddie pipes up “who cares, they aren’t here anymore and I need to take my meds with food. can we please just fucking leave?”

You wonder if Eddie always seemed this on edge. All of you bike to a nearby food truck and enjoy some bullshit tacos and burgers.

“What class you got next, new kid?” Beverly nudges you with a smile.

“Oh I actually don’t know yet” you pull out your phone to check. “Remedial math 2 in room 108… where the fuck is 108?? I ain’t seen a 100 hall in this fucken school.” You grumble to yourself and Beverly laughs.

“Yeah the map of this place is pretty hard to Learn. I have that class too. So does Richie. We can help you get there.”

“Thank god. All day I’ve had to announce to asshole teachers and their classrooms ‘IM NEW’. Might as well just write on my forehead and call myself the constitution with how I got people lookin’ at me.”you sigh.

“Where are you from? You have an accent.” Stanly asks.

“Oh it pains me that you noticed I have that.” You whine dramatically.

“Don’t worry,” he laughs. “It’s not bad. you can just hear it on certain words”

“I’m from Texas” you answer.

“Oh that totally makes sense” Ben says

“I beg your pardon” you raise your eyebrow at him not sure if you should be offended.

He immediately gets flustered at the thought of making you offended “I don’t mean anything by it I just mean you seem like someone from Texas you know. Kind of intimidating but really really kind…” he trails off.

“He means you have a resting bitch face” Richie proclaimed then took a fat bite of his greasy burger.

Ben immediately tried to defend himself but you started laughing so hard you snorted, making everyone else laugh. you knew you had a resting bitch face. It was just funny to hear how hard Ben tried to dodge saying it.

The group finished their food and you all rode off back to the school. They locked their bikes up then walked you to lock yours. Then Beverly and Richie walked you to class. The teacher gives you an assigned seat in the second to last row all the way to the right. To your displeasure that Bowers guy walked in as you sat down and walked to the seat right behind you with his chubby friend a row ahead and to the left of you and 2 seats to the right of Richie. Thank god Beverly was at the front row and on the complete other side of these assholes. The class continued again with no real topic. The end of class came and as Richie stood to get up the chubby asshole and Bowers made their way to him. grabbing him and pulling him aside. You looked at Beverly and she nodded at you to leave while she took care of it. You felt bad but you did as she said.

The rest of the day flew by and before you knew it school was over. You walked out of school to find some of the group at your secluded little bike rack by the blocked off door. It was Mike , Ben, Beverly and Stanley. you all talked as you waited for the others to meet up there. I guess this was the new spot to dodge the group of dicks running through the school.

Eventually the others come out and give you a quick goodbye as you run back into the school and into a bathroom stall. You take off your jeans and put on your pantyhose then your jeans over them. Just so you aren’t caught naked from the waist down on the way to work. You loved your pantyhose because they had built in shorts. No one would be catching you ass out. You thought to yourself.

You walked out of the bathroom and back to your bike. You rode off the way to work and stopped at the bridge. You had to cross it anyway to get to work and no one was around. why not get changed here? You shed your sweater quickly and get the band tee out of your basket and put it on. Next you took off your shoes and jeans and as fast as you could, slid on your shorts. You slipped on your light black cardigan sweater. Then You threw your shoes in the basket, and rode to the shop without them.

There was one thing you were wrong about. You weren’t alone. There was a blue Trans Am parked just to the side of the bridge in a parking lot you didn’t see.

All the other boys were inside stealing some smokes while Henry Bowers sat in the front seat and watched you.

New girl with a tattoo?

How interesting.

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You hop off your bike and grab your bag. Quickly locking it in the bike rack in front of the store before heading inside.

“Honey I’m home!” You playfully yell. You can almost hear his eye roll from the isle he’s in.

“I’m organizing. Can you manage the front?” He shouts back.

You run to where you hear his voice.

“Only if I can play one of the guitars, I need to relax before I invent my own saw trap out of these vinyls. Make a saw from records and lower myself onto it just to get away from the hick town.” You groan.

“Well aren’t you just a ray of fuckin’ sunshine” He laughs at your dramatics. You always did have a way with words. “Sure, no one is in right now so go crazy.”

You jump with excitement and sprint to the guitars. You find a beautiful pink custom fender electric and take it off the wall. You run over to the front desk, plug it into the amp and begin to play whatever comes to mind.

You missed this.

You know it may seem redundant to think about but you feel so relaxed around Kevin. You feel home. Even if this town sucks and you can’t stand more than a few people. It’s home because he is here. You are playing guitar while he organizes like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like he never left. Like momma is sitting at home waiting for y’all to barge in and distract her from her rewatch of Jersey shore. Like Issac is sitting in his room playing video games. You know they aren’t though. That burns deep in your chest. But you and Kevin have each other. That’s all y’all need for now.

“I love that song” Kevin quips at you from the floor of aisle 2.

You hadn’t realized but you began playing some dumbass dad Rock song. It was the rock version of Smooth Criminal by Alien Ant Hill. You continue to play with a smile. That was before some people came in and immediately started roughhousing around record players. Kevin got up and walked to you with an empty crate in hand.

“You deal with these freaks. You don’t know how to sort yet and I really gotta get this done.”

You nod and continue strumming to the song in your head.

He smiles and walks to the back room where killer is sleeping. You turn down the volume of the amp to see the boys, Who you only now recognize as the Bowers gang, huddled together by the CD’s.

‘Oh fuck’ you internally groan. This is gonna fucking suck.

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Hope you liked it!!

#henry bowers #henry bower x fem! reader #henry bowers x y/n #henry bowers x reader #it henry bowers #henry bowers fanfic #belch huggins #patrick hockstetter #90s

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henrys-mullet · 4 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 · 3 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 · 4 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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kyracanwrite · 2 years ago

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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)

#it 2017 #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stanley uris #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #victor criss #it 2017 x reader #fem reader #it 2017 masterlist #Kyracanwrite

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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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mentally-unstable-hottie13 · 18 days ago

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⭐️senior year sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM!Reader

Chapter summery: you deal with Henry and his wounds. As the night grows later, the heart grows fonder.

Word count: 3,015

Estimated read time: 14 min

A/N: please read my important update on my page if you haven’t already

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Chapter 6

I won’t tell if you won’t

You get to the house gate and gently open it before ushering Henry to walk to the front door while you lock the gate. After a second of locking you jog over and meet him on the porch.

“Kevin is asleep, so keep your fucking mouth shut till I say so” you remark as you put your hand on the handle.

“Why? Don’t want your boyfriend to see you with another guy” Henry growled.

“I’m not even responding to that bullshit anymore dude.”You roll your eyes and take his hand again before opening the door. Henry follows you inside and you drag him up the stairs quietly. Once in your room you shut the door and take a towel from the hamper and shove it against the bottom part of your door to keep your voices from carrying.

“Sit down while I get everything.” You say kindly.

“Fuck you. Why did you even bring me up here?” You can see even as he speaks with hatred he’s still shaking. You hated to say it but as much as he was annoying you, you felt bad for him.

“Can you just fucking cooperate for 2 fucking seconds, Henry?” As you snap at him, killer stirs from his slumber on the bed. He growls lowly at Henry. You snap your fingers while your back is turned to the 2 of them and killer immediately softens. You pick up everything Kevin got you from the pharmacy. In retrospect you are kinda glad you were there for the fight. Otherwise you wouldn’t have had everything you needed to fix him up. You drop everything onto the bed and stand before Henry as he sits on the edge of the bed.

You look at him expectantly but he just glares at you.

“If I ask you to do something will you do it or will I have to do it myself?” You ask. You become aware of the fact you feel completely exposed. You are only in shorts and a short sleeve big shirt. Your tattoo is on full display. Your arm is on full display.

Henry grunts and you take that as a, “no I won't be helpful for 2 seconds so you can do something nice, even though I literally beat the tar out of you”

You reach out to him and he flinches. You still, then try again but slower. You take your robe off his shoulders and drop it to the floor beside the bed. You have to ask him to do something you really don’t want to. You have to ask him for something you know he will fight you on.

“Henry,” you state and his eyes don’t falter from yours. “I need you to take off your shirt” again without removing his eyes from yours in a steady glare he says.

“Fuck. You.”

You click your tongue. “Tu padre.” You snap back. “Either you take it off or I will. !” You just need him to stop being so fucking difficult.

Finally. His eyes move from yours to the floor as he stands. He turns around slowly and begins to shake harder. Is he scared? Embarrassed? What’s wrong? You find out what's wrong as he lifts up his shirt with his back turned to you. He’s covered in scars. Fresh cuts litter his skin along with bruises. Some look years old, some weeks, and some not even an hour ago. Long discolored marks across his back stand out against his tan skin.

He has a fresh(ish) cigarette burn on his back, maybe from a day ago? Who cares when it was from? It still looked painful. You pick up the Bactine spray and the cotton pads. You place a flat palm to the unharmed part of his back and he flinches. He’s still shaking like crazy. His skin is so warm and he smells like cigarettes, rain, and fire. You love the smell. If you could put it in a candle you would.

“This is gonna sting like a bitch.” You warn softly and he nods.

“Just fucking get it over with.”

So you do. You take the spray and do 1 spray on each individual cut and burn including the one on his neck (which was a little harder to get because he’s so much taller than you, and he was doing you no favors). Once you sprayed them you cleaned them with the cotton pads and covered them with bandages. Once you finish the cuts you lean down beside him to grab the bruise cream. You swear, that out of the corner of your eye, you say Henry bowers with tears on his face. You make no comment, you put the cream on your fingers and rub it into the bruises. New or old. You didn’t care, you wanted to help him heal faster.

“Henry…” you say as gently as possible. “Turn around.”

You could see from his back that there was bruising on his ribs and you needed to not only apply medicine but also make sure nothing was broken.

“No.”

“Henry please. Your ribs could be broken just turn around.”

“I said. Fuck. No.”

“He-“ you were cut off by his arm coming back to hit you. You tried to grab it and it caused a struggle. Eventually after some fighting you flipped Henry around and pinned him to your bed. You didn’t want to hurt him but you didn’t know what to do. You sat on his hips and released his arms. They immediately went to hide his face. You pick the cream back up and gently rub it in. After you finish you gently press 2 fingers around the bruise.

“Does it hurt here?”

“No..”

“How about here”

“…” no reply, you guess that means a little. You press one more time to the darkest part of the bruise and ask again.

“Here?”

He hissed in pain as a reply. He has 1 broken rib and you think 2 bruised ribs.

“You have a broken rib and a couple bruised ones, if you ice them and don’t terrorize people for a few weeks you should be fine. No need for a hospital.”

He scoffs at you and pushes you off him. He stands to put his shirt back on. Wincing as he reached down then put his arms above his head to get it back on.

“Sorry about throwing dirt at you.” You snort. He didn’t seem to find it as funny as he sat back down on the bed beside Killer who was out like a light again .

“If you want I can turn on a movie and you can leave when you feel better?”

“I don’t want your fuckin pity.” He hissed.

“It’s not pity, it’s worry. And judging by the fact you ran into my shed, I’d say you don’t have anywhere else to go. Why not put up with me for a few hours until you feel better?” god talking to him was infuriating.

He didn’t reply to your comment, he just looked at your tattoo.

“When’d ya get that?”

“2 years ago”

“Why do you hide it at school?”

“The people in this town are major fuckin judge boats and I don’t need anyone having an opinion on something that is special to me” you deadpan.

He snorts “you got that fuckin right.” He agrees. He looks over to killer on the bed and questions, “what kind of a fuckin name is killer?”

You can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of this situation. Henry Bowers, on your bed, asking about your weird ass dog.

You tell him the story and notice he’s shaking a little less. “When I was like 8 I told Kevin while he was babysitting me and Issac that if I ever had a big scary dog, I’d name it killer because I think it’s a cute name and everyone else would find it soooo scary” you mock yourself. “So when Kev got him for me a year ago he just named him that.”

He thinks for a second, smiling a little at the story.

“Issac?” He questions.

“He was my best friend growing up. Died a few years ago from cancer. That’s when Kevin moved here” you felt like every time the 2 of you exchanged words the less he shook and the more relaxed you both became.

There was still blood on his face but you dared not ask him to clean it. You already pushed him so far tonight.

“You need any food?” You inquired.

“Fuck yes. I’m starving.” He groans. You liked him like this. Relaxed. Not being a dick. You can’t deny you found him extremely attractive.

Oh shit.

You like Henry Bowers.

The boy who fucking terrorizes your friends. The boy who gave you a black eye when you tried to help him. The boy you are currently sneaking into the kitchen with for some late night food. You have a huge crush. On Henry fucking Bowers. You turn on the light to the kitchen while you and Henry scavenge. You whisper to him to “take anything you like” after some fumbling around in the cupboard you drop a plastic container of cookies on the floor with a loud “THUD”.

You and henry freeze. Looking at each other with fear that you woke up Kevin. As if on cue you hear Kevin’s grumble from his room.

“______?” Your name comes to your ears through the door.

“Yeah? I’m just getting some food.” You look to Henry in panic and he’s just as lost as you.

“Okay big back. Stop makin so much fuckin noise” Kevin calls then goes back to bed.

You snort and Henry almost dies trying to hold in a laugh. Only your best friend would call you a big back while half asleep.

You and Henry finish getting some food and make your way back up the stairs. You sit on the bed together and turn on some stupid ass movie that you really aren’t paying attention to. The pair of you just talk.

“Bev told me you weren’t at school the rest of the day. You ditch?” He stiffened then relaxed.

“I lost my dads knife while we were chasing after you and those losers. Spent the rest of the day looking for it and never found it. Got home a little over an hour ago hoping my dad would be asleep. He wasn’t. The school called him about me ditching and he was pissed. Then he asked for the knife I took from him and he got even more pissed….” He trails of sadly.

You put 2 and 2 together. Henry’s dad hits him. You frown at the realization and really just want to give him a hug. He dosnt deserve that, sure he’s a fuckin prick most of the time, but you think that’s only a product of his dad hitting him.

Henry clears his throat before asking you a question to switch topics.

“So.. why’d you move here, with this guy?”

“That, my friend, is a long sad story I’m sure you don’t wanna hear.” You chuckle.

He leans back and props himself on his elbows on your bed. “Humor me.” He stated.

Fuck he was so attractive. This was not a crush you would be beating.

You sigh. Starting the story. “I have no idea where my parents are. They were the worst people ever. I tried to get the law involved multiple times to get out of that house but they didn’t help…” should you be telling Henry this? What if he tells someone else? Fuck. Here goes. “Both my parents abused me. My dad sexually abused me for years. And my mom beat me until I was blue. Eventually they started getting worse. Broken arms with no hospital visit to fix it. A concussion with no help.”

“One day I called Kevin and told him to get me out of there. He said he would book me a plane ticket if I could legally leave and they would not try anything. He didn’t want to get in trouble for harboring a runaway. I took emancipation papers to my mom and she beat the fuck out of me… she broke my phone knowing that was the only way I could talk to Kevin. When she was done she kicked me out. I didn’t have any friends and nowhere to go. So for three weeks I was completely homeless. The day I turned 18 I went back to the house. I took a sheriff with me to throw all my clothes and shit that I bought, with my own money in trash bags and I was allowed to stay at a shelter for a few days while I legitimately packed and got a hold of Kevin. He booked me the ticket and here I am. He told me I could stay here as long as I want.” You played with your hands in your lap and didn’t look at Henry.

You were scared of what he would say. What does he think of you? You finally get the courage to look up and he’s staring at you with these eyes? Confusion? Hurt maybe? You aren’t sure. You take the pressure off him answering and change the topic.

“Does all this mean you’ll be nice to me at school now?” You ask jokingly. You can tell he appreciates the subject change and snorts at the question.

“Fuck no. We aren’t friends. We just live next to each other” he rolls his eyes like that’s such an obvious answer. You belly laugh at it.

As the night goes on you continue to talk. You look at him as he focuses on the tv. You touch his arm and get his attention. He looks back to you and you feel your heart well up.

“If you ever need anything, text me ok?” You give him your phone to put in his number. Without a word he enters the number and sends himself a text. You know he won’t ever text you that he’s hurt or sad. But giving him the option of it makes you feel better.

You look at the clock and see it’s almost midnight, Henry notices and begins to stand.

“You going?”

“Yeah. My dad should be asleep by now.”

“Okay” you gently smile at him. “Make sure you lock the gates on your way out.”

“No need. I'll hop ‘em.”

You glare at him. “You better fucking not! You need to lay off that broken rib”

He rolls his eyes at you. “Fine. Your fucking highness. Bye” and as quickly as he ran across your property. He went.

You shut off the tv and clean your bed off before getting cozy. You knew tomorrow would be ok. You understood that you and Henry had an unspoken understanding of ‘I won’t say anything if you won’t’. And you wouldn’t. He wouldn’t tell anyone about your tattoo. And you wouldn't tell anyone he was in your shed tonight.

You cozy up under the covers with killer, who had unsurprisingly stayed asleep that entire time. It was a pretty good night. But what in the world were you supposed to do with this crush you had on the infamous Henry Bowers?

While you fell asleep Henry walked home. He was right. His dad was passed out. On a throne of beer bottles in the living room. Henry walked to his room and went to his mirror. He dosnt know why… but he takes his shirt off. Once his shirt hits the grounds he takes a look at the bandages you dressed him with on his torso and neck. Then he turns around and looks at his back. He sniffs out a gentle laugh as he sees that On the cigarette burn that was in the middle of his back on the left side, is a little pink Sesame Street band aid. The only “fun” bandage. All the other ones were beige.

All his cuts and bruises are dressed and covered in eithe ointment or a bandage. Even the old bruises that were almost healed has cream on them. He bends down to pick up his shirt and winces at his broken rib. He throws the shirt on his bed and walks to his bathroom to look in the mirror. All the blood from his busted eyebrow had dried and was a bitch to wash off. He dries his face and walks to his room. He locks his door before removing his pants. He down slowly in his bed trying not to irritate hide ribs and back. Clad in only his boxers he thinks about you.

He was fucking awful to you and he knew it. He saw the bruises on your arm and face in his mind and cringed. You were so caring for no reason. There was no reason in the world that he could have given to you to gain your help. But you did. You calmed him. Fed him. And even fixed him up. He dosnt know if you told him that story about your parents because of what he told you or not. He didn’t care though. He liked knowing, he felt like knowing about your past made him special. Though he’d never admit that.

A thought flashed through his mind that made him angry. ‘Maybe i hate her because she’s me, but better?’. That idea confused him. You had gone through abuse your whole life. Just as he had. But you were happy. You were free. You had someone who was willing to take you. He dosn’t find it fair that 2 people can go through the same thing and one can still end up better than the other. How was that possible?

He switches topics in his mind. You let him see you today. He saw your personality, your smile, your tattoo. He liked that at multiple points in the night, that bright smile was directed at him and things he said. Your laughter made his stomach hurt. Maybe he was getting sick? He didn’t say anything. But while you were laying on the bed, he looked at your tattoo arm. He saw a few small scars here and there. He wanted to know the story of every fucking mark. He couldn’t tell any of the others about you. He always kept his fellings private. And right now his curiosity of you was growing and mutating, but he didn’t know into what.

He thought of you and while he slipped into calm dreams. Dreams of your laugh. Dreams of you at the record store. Dreams of just, you

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Hope you enjoyed!

@amber-sekio new chapter!

#henry bowers #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers fanfic #henry bowers x y/n #it henry bowers #henry bower x fem! reader #belch huggins #patrick hockstetter

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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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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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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

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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

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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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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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