#yandere belch huggins

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Yandere!bowers gang x ballerina!reader

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[bella-goths-wife]

How reader could manipulate the bowers gang boys

Again, please enjoy my attempts at being deep writer while being sick and sad

I do not intend to romanticise or encourage any of the following warnings, my writing is solely for entertainment and informational purposes. I do not support or condone any and all abuse and I do not believe in any of the various themes I write about.

Henry bowers:

As we've established in previous posts, Henry craves to be taken care of

His mother was the only person who cared about him until his dad scared her off, and now he has no one

His dad couldn't give less of a shit about him, and while he sees the boys as his brothers, he'd never discuss thoughts and feelings with them because he was their leader and he can't seem weak

But you, you were so gentle and kind to those around you

Sure, you looked cold and sometimes you'd act like an arrogant bitch

But he saw how you acted with Beverly, before he made you his

You knew she struggled, so you'd make her an extra lunch and offer her a shoulder to cry on

Something about watching those interactions made Henry's skin crawl with an ugly jealousy which he mistook for anger and disgust

That's why he was so intent on hurting you the day he and the boys followed you after school, so he could take out his frustrations

But then he and the other boys saw you dancing, and he knew you'd be perfect

The way you could manipulate Henry is by really playing into the caregiver role

Make his lunches, write him little notes on them, offer to trim his hair, cook his dinners, offer to do his laundry and take care of his wounds after fights

Really act like you care about Henry, make him believe that you can be relied on

Make Henry believe that you are the one person in the world who cares about him and you'll be in for a world of surprises

As time goes on Henry will reveal more about himself, in his own gruff and verbally abusive fashion

But there will be a gentleness that's unlocked within him, it's minuscule when looking at it through the societal norms but if you view it as someone who has experienced his abuse for months, the change can be unexpected

If you do something wrong, as long as it's only minor (like burning his food slightly or not responding the first time he speaks), he'll turn a blind eye to it for the first time it happens instead of yelling and hurting you

And if he does decide to 'punish' you, he'll clean up your wounds instead of making you work through it and he'll make sure to avoid body parts that are vital to your ballet dancing

He'll also become more affectionate in his own way

He'll hold you at night in a way that used to be rough and only a precaution in case you tried to do something while he slept, but now his hold is less bruising and held more adoration then before

If you want to manipulate Henry, then the best way to do this is to voice your opinion while he holds you

It's really the only time he'd listen, so you'd have to make sure you do it correctly and you don't overuse it because he would eventually catch on

But if you wanted something to change within the group, your best chance is to mention it during this time

For example, if you didn't want to be around Patrick for too long, all you'd have to say to Henry is "Patrick makes me uncomfortable sometimes when he touches me"

And suddenly, your around Patrick by yourself less and less by Henry's command

Another route you could take is to cause conflict within the group, for example

You could say something like "Patrick's been quite demanding lately, he told me not to make you lunch tomorrow and to make it for him instead"

This will plant seeds of doubt in Henry's mind and will cause problems amongst the boys

The only side effect to this manipulation is a very needy, clingy and possessive Henry who feels the need to have you around 24/7 since you take such good care of him

Patrick Hockstetter:

Patrick is a sociopath, it's very clear to see and if he were born ten years later he would be labelled as dangerous to society

So his manipulation would be extremely hard, but everyone has their blindspots

And Patrick's is that he craves sexual attention and validation

Patrick has been sleeping with girls since he was fifteen, and sometimes he thinks it's the only thing that makes other people seem real to him

He's engaged in sexual relations with you, but never with your consent

And while he enjoys the pleasure and control he gains from the interaction, he knows that he would prefer it if you were an active participant who enjoyed the experience with him

A way you could manipulate Patrick is if you started to act enthusiastic to sleep with him

You'd have to force yourself and you'd have to be a good actress, but if you acted enthusiastically about having sex with Patrick and sharing that part of yourself willingly with him it would definitely lower his guard

As I've mentioned before in previous posts, after having any sexual interactions with you he will be kinder to you for a few weeks afterwards

This means that If you wanted to make it so he was being nicer to you then you could initiate sex with him for your own benefit

This would grant you many rewards such as gifts he stole from the mall, defending you against the other boys when they get too rough and he's even able to get you out of some of the punishments the other boys set out for you

Another route you could take Patrick's manipulation is to withdraw from sex completely

For weeks you'd be enthusiastic and initiating sex with Patrick until he does something that makes you upset

Once he does this, you stop acting happy about having sex with him and you stop participating

You can't outright stop having sex with him unfortunately as he will just force you to

But If you withdraw from sex go from someone who was enthusiastic and excited to someone who just lays there and takes it while you dissociate from the situation, it's gonna give Patrick a case of whiplash

He'll try and enjoy the sex even though your withdraw but he just can't anymore, not when he's experienced you at your fullest

So he'll subconsciously start to gain back your attention

This would be an opportunity to try and gain more out of Patrick

Request things that you'd get smacked for before

Ask for things like alone time, cigarettes, friends and they'll all be granted as long as you just have sex with Patrick with the same passion as before

If you want to cause problems with the group through your manipulation of Patrick, start sleeping with one of the other boys with enthusiasm while denying Patrick and you'll have a fist fight in no time

Victor Criss:

Vic is extremely possessive of you

You are his and he is yours, he has stated this to you many times

This possessiveness has always been encouraged by his silent resentment of Henry and the other boys

All of his nice and pretty things were always taken from him

When he was younger, belch would steal his toys and break them

When he was a pre teen, Henry would steal his lunches and snacks from home

And when he was a teenager, Patrick would steal any girl that vic found pretty before sleeping with her and leaving her broken hearted

Vic held so much resent in for those instances, but they formed dark bruises on his heart from the memories

All you have to do is press down on those bruises and reignite the sting he felt from them

You could act very affectionate with him behind closed doors and act like the two of you are just passionate lovers

Be affectionate with him and make him more vulnerable and susceptible to your manipulative behaviour

Once he's comfortable, reinforce his thoughts of how you are his and his only

Make sure he knows that you believe that you are his as well

This will encourage to him to take your requests more seriously and to even grant the very few he can

It also reassures you that he's less likely to punish you if you act like his perfect little toy

•But if you wanted to go down the route of manipulating the boys against each other, then your best bet is to pit him against Henry

Drop into conversations that you wish you could spend more time with him, but Henry just won’t let you

Describe all the horrible things Henry does to you and exaggerate it before adding “if it was just you and me, you’d never do anything like this to me”

All those feelings of resentment that vic repressed for years will boil over

At first it will start off as small arguments but it will quickly develop

If you continuously use these methods of manipulation on vic for months and then try to provoke Henry into acting cruel to you and punishing you in front of vic, then make vic watch the cruelty being inflicted on you and watch his possessive and protective behaviour bubble to the surface

There would be a bloody fight which would end up with one of them dead, and you better pray that it’s Henry who looses

You know what they say

If you want to kill a snake, remove the head

Belch Huggins:

As I’ve said in my other posts, belch is absolutely desperate for your approval

He’s craved it ever since the first time you granted him a compliment

Even if it was more of an observation of a compliment, to him it felt like a goddess had finally given him a purpose

You may think that’s enough to be able to manipulate belch, but unfortunately you weren’t the first person to figure this out

Henry has always been observant over belch, belch is physically stronger and if he were smarter he could probably overtake Henry as the group leader

So Henry definitely noticed how much belch lit up after you praised or complimented him

And he saw this as something that could be a threat

So he decided to use it against you before you figured out a plan

He told belch that in order to gain your approval, he would have to follow Henry’s instructions no matter how cruel or violent they were

Henry reassured him that even if you insulted belch or yelled at him for following Henry’s instructions, but it was all for your own good

And eventually you’d thank belch for helping you figure out what you wanted

At least that’s what Henry told him

So no matter how guilty belch may feel, Henry has manipulated him so much that he truly does believe the abuse is gonna help you

But one way you could manipulate belch is through similar methods as vic or Henry

Overpower him with your affection and compliments

Make him feel loved and wanted with your words and actions

But only do this obviously in private with him

Only give him your affections and approval subtly

Think about secret lovers affection, like touching pinkies with your hands spread out or his hand on your knee under the table

These actions will make his as giddy as a teenager in love

He truly will believe that you and him are in love

While you give him the affection and approval that he craves, make small requests like

“I really wish I could smoke again, do you think you could give me one of your cigarettes”

Now there is a small chance that he’ll allow it if he’s blissed out on your touch, but if he denies you then immediately stop all the affection that your giving him and push him away

This will cause him to backpedal and give in to your request as long as you continue to touch him

This only works for minor requests though, for major requests you’ll need to scare him

For example, if you wanted some time to spend with Beverly then you’d have to ask him and when he Denies you then simply threaten him with harming yourself or not eating

This will send his protective side into overdrive and you can have this man on his knees begging for forgiveness if you play your cards right

A way to manipulate him against the rest of the group is to prove yourself as the only person who cares about him and loves him before planting the seeds of doubt in his mind

Drop little comments like “Patrick was wrong about you, your not stupid” or “vic says your too violent, but I don’t think that’s true”

He’ll start to second guess his friends and he’ll start to come to you more with his problems

But the best move to make is to make it so after all those months of manipulating belch against the rest of his friends, have him watch as Henry is unnecessarily cruel to you

And then go crying into belchs arms in private and demand to know why he didn’t help you or defend you

Drop in a “I thought you loved me” and you’ll have undone all of Henry’s manipulation in seconds

You could convince belch to take you away from the rest of the boys and to run away with you so you could be together forever

Hopefully you’ll be able to sneak away from belch at some point because he now trusts you

And even if you don’t, being stuck with belch is the lesser of two evils

[barrackspredator]

Can you give us more yandere platonic bowers gang i love love your writing!!!

“Eh… It’s…” Belch clears his throat uncomfortably. “It’s a little short.”

“A little?” Henry scrutinizes, his nose crinkling in disgust. “Go change out of that shit, we’re going to a party, not pimping you out.”

Patrick watches idly from where he is standing beside your dresser. He shrugs, placing his hands on his hips as he gazes upon you. “I think it looks great.”

Victor’s eyes squint toward Patrick, the sneer on his face clear as day. “Of course you think that.”

“Yeah, I don’t think Patrick should get a say in this.” Belch shifts the axe in his hands from sweaty palm to sweaty palm. All he can do is purse his lips and shake his head in dismay.

You stand before your mirror, taking in the way the fabric hugs you. And you couldn’t help but think Belch and Henry were right. It was too short. Too showy. Too… easy.

It was so easy to be pined as a whore when you had outsiders peering in, waiting for you to slip and fall.

Victor leans off the doorway, hesitating as he approaches you from behind. He stares at your reflection with you. It doesn’t take a genius to see self-loathing in one’s eyes.

“You don’t have to change,” he insists. “It’s Halloween! This is the one day you’re allowed to be a slut!”

This raises a giggle from Patrick, who is quickly silenced by Henry’s glare. Victor recoils when he feels a crisp smack on the nape of his neck. “Gah!” His hand goes up to the now irritated patch of skin.

“Don’t tell her that shit!” Henry exclaimed, throwing his hand wildly toward Victor. “She isn’t like one of those sluts. She isn’t Beverly Marsh or Greta Keene-”

“Or Ashley Bensworth and her awesome rack!”

“Shut up, Patrick!” Henry glares at him, gripping the hilt of the “fake” knife he was using as a prop.

Being in a room with the school bullies as they held fake—real—weapons for props would’ve sent the average Derryan into a coma. But all you could do in that moment was laugh and giggle joyously, basking in the warmth of something unfamiliar. To be cared for was alien.

And if your parents didn’t care about you, your brothers certainly did.

So you wore that costume and you wore it proudly. After all, who’s gonna mess with the girl who has weapon wielding maniacs on her team?

chat I did not proof read this.

[bxble]

I read a mini series a while back of yandere!bowers gang x ballerina!reader and thought it’d be fun to make this.

Credits to @bella-goths-wife for writing the mini series. I’m absolutely obsessed with their work.

[yanderesaremymedicine]

No I don’t want to be THE darling, I want (characters name) TO BE THE darling. IS THAT TOO MCH TO ASK FOR?

[amber-michaelson]

Yandere Bowers Gang

Poly bowers gang x reader

How the act during class

Read at own risk and

Warning: public play

Henry Bowers

He would be zoned out half the time always staring out the window, the teacher not daring to call him out but as soon as he hears you whisper or feels a slight touch all attention is on you and if your hungry during class he's always got a snack in his bag, belch knows you get snacky so he gives everyone treats to put in their bag so you'll have something and if your concerned about him zoning out he'll give you a slight smile and say 'it's nothing focus back on the class' before zoning out again thinking of how he got so lucky.

Patrick Hockstetter

He would be the complete opposite he would distract you either with dirty whispers of what he's gonna do to you when you get home or with his fingers inside your pants teasing you and chuckling as you bite your lip to suppress a moan or when he's feeling horny he'll grab your hand and shove it into his pants and make you jerk him off and trust me he's OK if his moans out loud he's not ashamed but at the end of the class he'll take you to the janitors closet and fuck you on all fours.

Victor Criss

He's the shy one in the relationship and is outright as the others so during class don't expect much chitchat but instead linked pinkys under the table as his show of affection and him stealing glances as your focused on your work chuckling to himself as you get to a hard question he always finds you adorable when you focus, he snags a few pics and shows the boys later when your asleep between them.

Reginald 'Belch' Huggins

He would help you take notes and ask every few minutes if you understand what the teacher said and always made sure you were well hydrated and full he knows how henry and patrick can be horny sometimes and takes you somewhere to fuck you so he always has everything you need extra panties and pants because he knows Patrick likes to leave you leaking with his cum, make up incase henry makes you cry while he's trusting into your mouth and your perfume so you don't smell like them don't get me wrong he doesn't mind it but it gets overwhelming sometimes.

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[berry-loves-yandere]

Hey there, could I request platonic yandere headcanons for Belch for IT (2017)? maybe the reader is his younger sibling

Yessiree you can!

Yandere Platonic Belch Huggings with younger sibling:

Belch is a big boy, so he knew what it was like to be teased, even after becoming a part of the Bowers gang, Henry and Patrick would tease him for his weight.

He tries his best to threaten anyone who's making fun of or spreading rumours about his younger sibling.

If his younger sibling is on the heftier side, he'd make sure they feel happy with who they are.

Belch would definitely keep his younger sibling away from the Bowers gang because of how sick in the head Patrick and Henry are but he would allow Victor to be near his younger sibling since Victor is somewhat normal.

Wouldn't allow his younger sibling to have any friends he doesn't approve of.

If his younger siblings was secretly friends with the losers club and Belch found out then his younger sibling wouldn't be allowed to leave his sight unless it was to go to class.

If his sibling started dating anyone and then they told Belch, he'd be pissed.

The person would break up with his sibling the very next day with a couple teeth knocked out, a sweeping black eye and a busted lip.

Extremely overprotective and controlling.

[katztails]

the deal

forgot to mention that this is a modern au

also lots of ooc moments, might be yandere as well

getting to know them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“sure.” he said, chuckling softly.

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

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

“you’re good, newbie.”

meanwhile..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

back with you..

bowers decided that it was time to propose a deal.

“w-what?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“HEY, THAT’S MY HOT BABE!”

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𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬:

ʜᴇɴʀʏ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ

ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇɴʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛᴀʙꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴜɴᴇᴀꜱʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇɴʀʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴇꜱɪᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴇᴀʀ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɢ'ꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴇᴄᴛ.... ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɢᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋʏᴀʀᴅ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜʀɪɴᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴇᴅ ɢʀᴏᴡꜱ ʟᴀʀɢᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴄʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴇᴄᴛ... ʜᴇ'ʟʟ, ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜʀɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴜᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡᴇᴀʀ. ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪᴍ.

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫:

ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴛɪᴄ, ɪᴍᴘᴜʟꜱɪᴠᴇ

ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀꜰᴀʀ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ��ʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ʀᴜɴ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴛ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍɪᴛᴛᴇɴꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ɢʀᴀꜱᴘ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇꜱᴛ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴏ ɴɪᴄᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ɴᴏ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ. ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ʜᴀꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴘᴀɪɴ.

𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬:

ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴜʙᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ

ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ ɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴇʟꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛɪᴍɪᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀʙᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴅᴇ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʟᴜꜱʜ ᴄᴏᴀᴛꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜꜱʜᴇꜱ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ɪᴛ ᴅɪꜰꜰɪᴄᴜʟᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀʀᴍ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴀʏ ɴᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ɢᴇᴛ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡:

ʙᴇʟᴄʜ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴏᴠᴇʀᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ

ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇʟᴄʜ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ. ʙᴇʟᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴀꜰᴇᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴜᴛᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘʀɪᴏʀɪᴛɪᴇꜱ. ʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴀꜰᴇᴛʏ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇʟᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ɪꜱ ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ. ʙᴇʟᴄʜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ. ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴏʀ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ʙʏ ʜɪᴍ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ꜱᴏ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪɴꜰɪᴅᴇʟɪᴛʏ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ, ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ. ᴀɴʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʙᴇʟᴄʜ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ɪɴʜᴇʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀɪʟᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀʟʏ ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏꜱ.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Henry Bowers (1/5)

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I was anxious. And because I was anxious, I hyper-focused on every shoulder that I grazed, every group I squeezed past. I knew it was silly to be so overwhelmed from moving schools, but the notion was new to me. And poorly timed.

People usually sob about divorces, but my parents’ separation was downright annoying and inconvenient; if they’d waited just one more year, I could’ve graduated from the same school I started kindergarten in and things wouldn’t have been difficult. Yet, here I was, in the Middle Of Nowhere; also known as Derry.

So, here I was, clutching my bag to my chest as I weaved through a crowd of strangers. My heart thudded on my chest. I wasn’t quite sure where I was going, but I was early so I had plenty of time to wander the halls in hope of finding the student office.

I migrated to the left side of the hall, slightly more comfortable now that I wasn’t going against the tide. However, my shoulders scrunched together as I passed a group of boys leaning against the lockers. I brushed shoulders with one of them, and I was momentarily terrified, speeding up. I think I heard a scoff.

Luckily, only a hallway away, was a clear room with a front desk. I scurried toward it, relaxing the moment I entered the zone. A middle-aged woman was at the desk, glasses also sliding off her nose. She seemed tired; there were at least three coffee cups next to her.

“Hi, hello, um —“

“Yes?”

My eyes widened slightly. “Well, I’m new here, and I need my schedule…? If you don’t mind helping.”

The woman eased up. If even the office staff were this apprehensive, the students here must’ve been hell spawns. She started typing furiously on her computer. “Name?”

“Y/n L/n.”

“Spell it, please.”

I complied, and after she finished typing it in, rose to her feet and disappeared into an off-limit room. I stepped back from the counter, exhaling. Everything would be fine, after the first day everything would ed up being normal —

“Oh, hello. Are you a new student?”

I jumped and turned, my anxiety skyrocketing when I came face to face with a beautiful red-headed woman. “Wh - yes, I am, yeah, hi.”

The girl tilted her head. “I’m Beverly. And you are?”

“Y/n. I, uh, like your name. And your hair. Well, I mean, not just your hair, you’re just really pretty in general. Oh god, I’m rambling.”

Beverly giggled. “Thank you. I’m here to sign up for the library community service. Are you going to do any?”

“Well, maybe. I think I need to get used to this place first. I’ve never moved before,” I admitted.

Beverly nodded, and the office lady came back, a large paper in her grasp. Her firm frown changed, and I assumed it was due to Beverly. The girl definitely set me at ease, so I wasn’t surprised she had this effect on everyone else. God, I needed to stop simping, I just met the woman.

“Here’s you schedule,” the woman mumbled. “Are ya here to sign up for library work again, Beverly?”

“Yes!”

“Thank you,” I muttered.

“Alright, I’ll let Miss Shapher know.”

“Lovely, thank you! Have a great day, Miss Copper,” Beverly said, suddenly clasping my upper arm.

“You too, Beverly.”

Beverly pulled me out of the office, and luckily, since it was almost class time, the hallway was emptier. She grabbed my schedule and bit her lip. I analyzed it from over her shoulder. AP Biology. A good start to the new school year, although I was a nerd for almost any subject.

“Wow, you’re one of the smart students, huh? A senior, too. I’m in tenth grade,” she mentioned.

“Uh, yeah. I love the sciences and literature. I’d appreciate it if you showed me where the library was sometime.”

Beverly handed me the schedule back, a small, gorgeous smile gracing her plump lips. “I’d love to. I, uh, don’t really have many friends… Anyways, I’ll walk you to your locker and point in the direction of the lab.”

“Thanks, you’ve gotta be kidding about the friend thing, though. You’re, like, such a nice person,” I admitted, falling in line beside her as we walked down the hallway. The five-minute bell rang, making me a bit nervous. I’d only been late a few times, and that wasn’t going to change at a new school.

Beverly sighed. “Well, uh, the girls here don’t really like me, and the boys pretend that I sleep around. But I don’t like to think negatively. I like school, my teachers are nice, and reading is fun. What’s your favorite book?”

“I forget what it’s called, but recently I read a fabulous book. It was about a man and an escort in the old times - it’s an old book - and they fall in love. The guy risks everything to be with her, but the woman withdraws,” I rambled. “They end up breaking up, but a few months later, the guy returns to France to find that the woman died and left everything to him. She refused to begin a life with him, not because she was a gold digger, but because she knew she was going to die soon and didn’t want him to lose everything. It really touched me. I actually lost cried.”

“…Wow. If you remember the title, I’d like to read it,” Beverly gasped, coming to a halt. “Here’s your locker. I need to get to class, but the lab is that direction.” Beverly motioned down the hallway.

“Okay, great, thanks. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but… can I sit with you at lunch?” I requested anxiously.

Beverly giggled. “I was just about to ask you the same thing. I’ll meet you here!” With that, she turned tail, and made her way through the hallway. My eyes couldn’t help but trail after her.

I eventually knocked myself out of the stupor and turned to the locker. I opened it and withdrew a flimsy lock. I took a minute to organize and relieve my bag of several textbooks. I smiled to myself as I unloaded a few novels. I knew it would’ve been a bad idea to bring so many books, but I thought I’d be spending my first day - and potentially entire year - alone.

I finished organizing and clutched the books to my chest. I went to shut my locker, but it was suddenly slammed shut. I let out a surprised gasp and went to step away, but instead I collided with someone’s chest.

A pale hand leaned against my locker, and I turned to find myself surrounded by a group of boys. The one who had assaulted my locker had shoulder length, black hair and a cunning, violating smirk. To the sides, there was a blonde boy who seemed rather elfish as though he didn’t want to be here, along with a sturdy, thickly built boy with a grin. My attention, however, landed on the teen with a messy brown mullet and an intimidating scowl.

“Uh… hello?” I greeted unsurely, glancing at the group.

“Looks like we have a new school slut, boys,” the brown-haired male stated. “Where the fuck are you from, whore?”

I was taken aback by the strong language; one might think that because I had terrible social anxiety, school bullies would terrify the hell out of me. I mean, they did, but people like that were easier to deal with because I didn’t care enough to impress or shy away from them. Because the fact is, they probably all had daddy issues.

I refrained from sighing. “Y/t. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” I made sure not to give any reaction to their crudeness, even if I was internally shuddering from the lanky boy’s perverse stares.

“Maybe we’ll tell ya when you’re done sucking our dicks,” the black-haired pervert hissed in my ear.

My eye twitched, but I made sure to keep my stern, unwavering gaze on the obvious leader.

“What he said. A sweater slut like you don’t deserve to know our names. Give us your fucking lunch money, whore. We know you got some,” the boy growled, which resulted in some cruel cackles from his minions.

“…Well fine. I was just trying to be polite,” I grumbled. “I don’t have fucking money dudes, I make my own lunch. Now if you’ll excuse me, I don’t want to be late on the first day.”

Stirring any residual confidence, - as I was attempting to run away - I tried shoving through the blonde and the bulk. However, I found myself being forced back into the lockers. I let out a painful groan and some of my school supplies slipped from my bag. My head rang from the sheer force and I squinted my features.

“Don’t fucking sass us, sweater slut,” mullet man sneered, burning into me with an intimidating glower.

“Boys! Either go to class or get the hell out,” a teacher shouted from down the hallway, amidst the clamor of classmates.

The gang threw the teacher a glance and distanced themselves. “We aren’t done here, sweater slut,” the lanky creep whispered in my ear as they disappeared into the crowd; I noted that they were generally feared, as everyone made room for them as they went past.

I finally released a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding in, my anxieties melting away. They were scarier than anticipated - I didn’t like that they were fine with using physical force. But, even if I was a coward, I refused to be one in front of assholes like them.

Sighing and picking up my stuff, I decided to head to class.

~~~

“Oh, they’re the Bowers Gang. I forgot to warn you about those dickheads. They torment every new kid,” Beverly sighed.

Me and my new friend had just exited the school building. She insisted that the cafeteria was ugly and crowded, and that she’d always spent her lunches out in the courtyard outskirts, where all the nerds or sport kids ate. The area we were walking to was verdant and luscious, right by the school’s edges where it was gated off. We were by the basketball court, too, and instead of eating, there were a bunch of jocks shooting hoops.

Beverly took me to a tree and we sat at the base, happily hiding underneath the shade as we took out our lunches. Her red hair glistened attractively, and I couldn’t help but adore her small, lovely smile. Oh god, I was simping too hard too fast —

“How were your classes?” she inquired with the tilt of her head. I noticed that she had a rather small packed lunch.

“Great, actually. I haven’t had a teacher I hate yet. A nice start to my Monday,” I answered, pulling out my sandwich. “Want a slice? I’m a great sandwich chef.”

“Oh! It’s alright, I have enough,” she declined humbly. “I make my lunches, too. Maybe tomorrow we can trade, don’t you think? I’ve never had a friend to try it with before.”

I grinned. “Oh my god, me neither. We have to do that. Consider it a challenge, though, because I make some mean cut-up apple slices,” I joked.

Beverly chuckled and we fell into a comfortable silence as we ate. I figured Beverly did the same, but I spent my meal watching boys play basketball in the court. However, my gaze expanded further, where I noticed in the parking lot, the dreaded ‘Bowers Gang.’ I couldn’t help but stare; when they weren’t terrorizing their classmates, they looked just like a normal group of friends. At least, when you ignored the aloof, menacing glares they sent to random areas.

I took another bite of my sandwich, and that’s when I froze. The leader of the gang was looking my way. I averted my gaze, just as Beverly spoke up.

“So why did you move here?”

“Oh - ! Well, my parents got a divorce, so my mom wanted a new start. I mean, my dad’s cool, but I preferred here to wherever the hell he moved to. Still annoying, especially with those wanna-be bad boys in the parking lot, but you’ve certainly made moving here be worthwhile,” I explained.

“Ah… If you ever need to talk about it, I know we just met, but I’m here for you,” she offered up kindly.

I couldn’t help it. I let out an ‘aw’ as my heart absolutely melted. “Gosh, you’re literally the nicest person ever! I would literally die for you. But, uh, I’m good for now.”

Beverly giggled, but it was suddenly stifled as she stared at something else. I followed her line of sight and ended up coughing from shock. Approaching us, cutting across the basketball court, was the Bowers Gang. Coming right towards us.

“We should leave,” Beverly squeaked.

“Wh - No way, I bet they’re just hungry. I mean, you can go, but I’m lazy as hell,” I said. “My fat ass ain’t moving.”

Beverly halted her movements and sighed. “You’re kidding, right? I - well, too late to run now.” She hugged her lunch box to her chest and had a permanent, frightened pout.

I stared at the approaching gang. All four of them were glaring at us. But I just took a bite out of my sandwich. I hummed to myself. Damn, I was a good chef.

And just like that, we were surrounded.

“Well, well, well, should’ve known sweater slut would become friends with the resident dick-sucker,” mullet man taunted.

I spared him but a glance. “…Uh huh. What I’m hearing is, not even the sexual harasser of your boy band has been laid,” I retorted. “You boys look hungry. Want some apple slices?” I handed some to the bulky teenager and blonde bimbo.

The boy with the shaved head reached his grubby hands towards the food, but mullet man slapped it onto the ground. Afterwards, he stomped on it, along with the rest of my lunch box. Beverly let out a tearful gasp, and god I wanted to cry - not to mention pass out from a panic attack - but I stood (or sat) my ground.

I could always have a snack after school.

“Man, what the hell, I wanted to eat that!” blondie complained, but his annoyance went ignored.

The boys were clearly looking from a reaction, and they snickered when Beverly grasped my arm in a suffocating fashion.

“Dude, you seriously just destroyed free food. I don’t even know y’alls’ names and you’re acting like I fucked your moms. If you have one,” I sassed, mostly towards the leader. “Can you, like, leave us alone? I don’t really care if you pick on me, but Beverly’s literally an angel so treat her like one.”

“Oh yeah, an angel in the fucking bedroom,” the pervert snickered.

The mullet kid was staring at me intensely, with an unreadable expression. I figured that maybe, maybe he was about to back off, but then I recognized a fire in his eyes. Oh no.

The boy growled further and gripped my collar, strongly pulling me to my feet and shoving me into the tree. Beverly also stood up in order to avoid me, and she grabbed my hand. I let out a hiss of pain, but tried my best to recover, meeting his furious gaze. The boys closed in on us, and even if I was utterly terrified, I refused to show it.

“Listen here, sweater slut, watch your fucking back. You’re really getting on my nerves, and I ain’t afraid of beating the shit out of a girl,” he threatened.

In that moment, I pitied him. I could just tell. I sighed. “I hope you can learn to be happy in the future. I have a feeling you’d look much better if you smiled more often,” I stuttered.

Beverly gawked at me as though I was absolutely insane, and the entire gang was caught off guard. The pervert even halted his catcalling to watch mullet man’s reaction intently.

His grasp on my collar loosened. Even though his scowl deepened, he dropped me completely. I stumbled to my feet.

“These whores ain’t worth our time, boys,” he conceded. “Those fucking losers look like they got sticks up their ass. Let’s go.”

I didn’t deflate until the gang sufficiently disappeared. Beverly enveloped me in a warm hug, and I could’ve sworn a few tears fell on my shoulders. I reciprocated eagerly, even though I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve the act of affection.

“Y/n, I can’t believe you did that! And I can’t believe that worked,” she rambled. “Like, I’ve never seen Henry Bowers back down from people. He usually clocks people in the nose for trying to be nice.”

I pulled away. “God, I almost shat myself. Like, seriously, that black-haired bitch made me feel violated,” I cringed, jokingly shivering even though I wanted to hyperventilate like crazy.

Beverly turned her attention to the destroyed meal. “Oh… A shame what happened to your lunch,” she acknowledged, nudging the remains with her foot. “How about we share? And maybe… we can stop by seven-eleven after school?”

~~~

Despite the riveting first day, the passing weeks went by without a hitch, and eventually, my first month at a new school concluded. Somehow, I’d gotten on Henry Bower’s good side just enough to make me invisible to the tyrant bullies, so I spent most of my time either studying or hanging out with my bestie, Bev.

It was a normal Friday afternoon, but instead of rushing right home to spend the weekend in bed, I was heading to the library. I had taken up Bev’s recommendation and signed up for volunteer work, so I’d be meeting the girl there for an afternoon surrounded by books.

The weather was lovely, which was strange in the generally downcast Derry. It must’ve been matching my mood. There was a noticeable pep in my step as I continued along the cement sidewalk. I was about to pass by an ancient stone building when suddenly, my collar was snatched and I was thrown onto the grass.

Without thought, I aimed to get back on my feet, but a hard shoe kicked my shoulder and pinned me to the ground. I let out a small scream of panic, but when I realized who the attacker was, I forced myself to steel up.

Henry Bowers, the one and only, with a crude cigarette loosely hanging from his mouth. He adorned a deep scowl, eyes boring into me.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, sweater slut? Think you got it easy just ‘cause you’re some worthless goody two-shoes?” he sneered, towering over me.

For the first time, I had difficulty finding the courage to sass back. The only reply I could muster was,” You know smoking’s a bad habit, right?”

I let out an ‘oof’ when he dug his heel further into my shoulder blade. He towered our me, a jeer on his expression. “What do you care, dipshit? Do you really think that nice-girl act’s gonna get you anywhere?”

“Well, uh,” I started,” not particularly, but you just seem like the type of person who needs a real friend from time to time. No offense, bud.”

His eyes widened slightly and he leaned closer. He grabbed my jaw and forced it open, promptly spitting his cigarette into my mouth. I coughed and tried to get it out, but he closed my mouth and wouldn’t allow me to do so. Tears sprung to my eyes and I started struggling beneath him, pawing at his strong grip.

Fir the first time, a sadistic smile grew on his visage. “Suck my dick, slut, and maybe then you’ll get some special treatment. Got it?”

He stepped off me and I was quick to scramble to my feet. I keeled over and threw up the nicotine stick along with tar spit. My mouth had a vile aftertaste. I felt even worse when I felt Bower’s dirty paws smack my behind harshly.

I recovered just enough to wipe my mouth. Henry had returned to his spot, leaning against the building, although his eyes were glued to my figure. I decided it would be best to leave it at that, so I scurried off to the library.

I was relieved when the oak doors closed behind me and I was exposed to shelf after shelf. I didn’t intend for it to seem like I was running away, but god, I almost fainted. I mean, I knew that he was a school bully, but I didn’t think that he was that… violent. I assumed he picked up the habit from home.

I wandered deeper into the aisles, my fingers glazing over the spines. I hummed quietly to myself, a smile making its way to my face, even with the previous trauma. I entered the classical fiction aisle. Inspecting several books, I entered a daze.

All until my hand grazed over someone else’s.

I jumped, but was instantly calm when I realized it was only Bev. Oh, how lucky I was, I had touched her hand —

“Oh! There you are. You startled me,” Bev giggled, covering her mouth. “I was just browsing for books while I was waiting for you. It appears we had the same idea.”

“Indeed,” I concurred. “Uh, so do I have certain jobs to do?”

“Well, believe it or not, the library’s usually empty on Friday afternoons. All we have to do is sign in, hide away in a corner and read, and then sign out after a few hours. It’ll be nice to have some company this time around.”

“Man, that’s great. So, to summarize, I’m getting volunteer hours for hanging out?” I chuckled. “Well, let’s get to it, time to pretend to work.”

Bev led me away an to the front desk, where a middle-aged woman sat patiently while reading a book. She had glasses, and when we approached, she pushed them further up the bridge of her nose. “Beverly, and Miss Y/n, our new recruit. Miss Beverly, how about you show her how things work around here? I’d do it myself, but I’m dreadfully tired.” She pulled out a clipboard. “Sign here, both of you.”

I obediently copied Bev’s movements, adding my signature and the current time to the clipboard. I was overjoyed at such an opportunity, because if there was anything I loved more than my current best friend, it would be books.

Beverly grabbed my wrist and eagerly pulled me over to a book cart that was almost completely empty. We started wheeling it over to an aisle, and I was following her lead. We went to the children’s fiction shelf.

“There’s a few books to unload, but other than that, we can go find some books to read until we go home,” Bev explained, motioning to the cart.

“Great! Let’s get to it. By the way, boy, do I have some tea to tell you.”

[wpdarlingpan]

Hi could you do yandere Henry bowers or the bowers gang poly with a kidnaped reader who ends up being willing and affectionate to them

Warning: Language

Sorry the first part is super long and kinda irrelevant to your ask. It just kinda happened. Also I did it more reverse harem style just so you know, it again just happened😂

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Henry Bowers was a force to be reckoned with by himself but with his gang there was no escape.

Y/N was a kind, shy soul living in the small town of Derry. They joined the losers club as one of the original members after befriending Richie Tozier, the loud mouth of the group, Soon befriending the others. Y/N was always kind to anyone and everyone, no wonder the losers loved her. But they weren’t the only ones.

“So, there's this church full of Jews, right? And Stan has to take this super Jewy test.” Eddie said as the losers walked down the hallway on the last day of school. Eddie, Bill, and Richie were walking down the hallway with Y/N in the middle of them, trying to protect them from the pushing and shoving.

“But how's it work?” Y/N questioned finding it interesting. But they would wish they didn’t.

“They slice the tip of his dick off.” Eddie spoke bluntly replying to the question.

“But then Stan will have nothing left!” Richie joked behind them, Stanley walks out of a classroom and runs up to the losers

“That's true.” Eddie spoke causing the boys to laugh and Y/N to roll their eyes.

Stan caught up and started walking between Bill and Richie.

“Hey, Stan, what happens at the Bar Mitzvah, anyways? Ed says they slice the tip of your d-dick off.” Bill asked with his stutter, he looked at his friend who looked embarrassed by the subject but not surprised.

“Yeah, and I think the rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say "Where's the beef?" The 4 of them laugh loudly while y/n bursts into a fit of giggles.

“At the Bar Mitzvah, I read from the Torah, and then I make a speech and suddenly, I become a man.”

“I could think of funner ways to become a man.” Richie said as they turned down another hallway.

“More fun" you mean.” Stanley corrected with Y/N nodding to confirm as Richie looked to them for back up. He poured but realized who they were walking by.

The Bowers Gangs stood off to the side of the hall with Henry in the middle, belch to his right and Victor and Patrick on the outside.

“They are perfect.” Henry spoke “Nobody is better than them.”

They three other boys nodded looking almost lovesick but a look of possessiveness took over as they saw their person they were all obsessed with walking down the hallway surrounded by the losers.

“Are you guys ready?” Henry said as he looked intimidatingly at the others. A smirk showed on each of their faces as their eyes grew dark.

Their plan would be sent into action soon.

“Oh, shit.” Richie said as they passed the gang.once they safely made it past with the Bowers gang’s eyes following Y/N’s Retreating figure they all looked longingly but they knew they’d have her soon.

“Think they'll sign my yearbook? "Dear Richie, sorry for taking a hot, steaming dump in your backpack last March. Have a good summer."” Richie joked making Y/N giggle causing him to smile proudly.

As they go down the stairs, Gretta Keene, walks past them, bumps Stan making him look back at her as she runs into the girls bathroom.

Once they make it outside, Bill, Eddie, Richie, Y/N and Stan dump their notebooks and school things in the trash. Well not all of it in the trash for Y/N they kept their books they had put in there that they read in their free time.

“Best feeling ever.” Stanley said as he finished pouring his school work into the garbage that was already near overflowing.

“Yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time.” Richie said making Y/N lightly slap him on the head with a weird look in their face. He smiled at them innocently which they returned mockingly.

“Hey, what do you guys wanna do tomorrow?”

“I start my training.” Richie spoke giving no more insight into his plans but Eddie questioned him. “Wait, what training?”

“Street Fighter.”

“Is that how you wanna spend your summer? Inside of an arcade?” Y/N asked looking up at him with their hands on their hips with a frown in their face. They couldn’t understand why he would want to stay in doors all day.

“Yeah what they said.” Eddie back up looking up at Richie who had a incredulous look on his face.

“Beats spending it inside of your mother Eddie Spaghetti.” Richie retorted holding up a hand to stan for a high five but Stanley lowered it. “What if we go to the quarry?”

“ Guys, we have the Barrens.” Bill said looking at his friends.

“Of course Bill.” Y/N spoke empathetically. He wanted to search for Georgie, Y/N did as well. She loved the little boy. He was the kindest kid.

“Right.” Stanley said in agreement. Eddie looked around before looking over at the woman standing by the police.

“Betty Ripsom's mom.” Eddie spoke and the group turned towards the woman seeing her wringing her hands nervously and looking at the stream of kids piling out the doors.

“Is she really expecting to see her come out of that school?”

“ I don't know. As if Betty Ripsom's been hiding at Home Ec. for the last few weeks.”

“You think they'll actually find her?”

“Yes, of co-“ before Y/N could fishing they were cut off

“In a ditch. All decomposed, covered in worms and maggots. Smelling like Eddie's mom's underwear.” Richie replied making the group look at him disgustedly.

“ Shut up! That's freaking disgusting.”

“She's not dead. She's missing.” Bill corrected with annoyance. They aren’t dead. Betty’s not dead, Georgies not dead.

“Sorry, Bill. She's missing. You know the Barrens aren't that bad. Who doesn't love splashing around in shitty water?” Richie said trying to correct what he said and get rid of the awkward silence. He felt bad saying that now, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Patrick walks out behind them; without warning, Henry grabs Richie and pushes him into Stan, knocking them both to the ground; Stan's hat falls off to which Patrick picks it up.

“Nice Frisbee, flamer.” Patrick said as he took stans hat.

“Give it back!” Stanley yelled, he was afraid of what his dad would say if he lost it but Patrick just laughs evilly and throws it through the window of a passing school bus.

“Fucking losers!” Patrick said aiming towards the boys while glancing out of the corner of his eye at Y/N who was hugging their back pack in fear and attempting to hide, which all of the gang noticed. What none of the losers noticed was Victor Criss who was standing behind Y/N a little distance away, not close enough to stand out but to where he can sneak up on her.

Belch proceeds to burp in Eddies face cashing him to gag.

“Loser.” Henry said while bumping into Bill. They go to turn away, but they weren’t going to walk away. Not without her.

“You suck, Bowers!” Bill yelled but Eddie knowing better than to pick a fight with Henry Bowers looked over at him with fear in his eyes “Shut up, Bill. “

The gang turns back around

“ You s-s-s-say something, Bi-Bi-Bi-Billy? You got a free ride this year 'cause of your little brother” Henry mocked “Ride's over, Denbrough.This summer's gonna be a hurt train for you and your friends.” Henry looks at Victor from the corner of his eye and the losers don’t notice a subtle flick on his hand which led to Victor closing in.

To continue to distract the loser Henry runs his hand along his tongue and wipes it on Bill's cheek who cringes in disgust and turns his head.

The losers had their eyes trained on Henry and they didn’t even notice when Victor was behind Y/N and quickly put a hand over her mouth making her eyes widen but before she could even make a noise she breathe in, which caused her to pass out due to the chloroform.

Victor Criss held her bridal style. Almost as if she had just fallen asleep. Belch had already previously unlocked the car so Victor ran and sat in the car with Y/N on his lap.

Once they rest do the gang saw no Y/N in sight they smirked and walked away.

“I wish he'd go missing.” Richie spoke spitefully glaring at their retreating figures.

“He's probably the one doing it. “ Eddie said back before looking around. “Hey, where’s Y/N?”

Back in Belch’s car, the gang piled into the car and Y/N was laid across Victor and Patrick’s lap with her head near Victor.

“Good job, Vic.” Henry said looking at the sleeping figure of the girl that was theirs.

The other two boys nodded before Belch started the car.

“We should probably get their before she wakes up.” Henry nodded at Belchs suggestion and he booked it out of the schools parking lot.

The Bowers Gang had been preparing for this day for months the day Y/N would be theirs.

They drove out to Victor Criss’s house since his parents didn’t live there and Henry cared Y/N into the room they had prepared for her and tied her ankle to the bed.

Took a few hours but they finally woke up.

Y/N sat up groggily as the drugs wore away, once they were able to open their eyes completely they saw the gang looking down at them making them jump back while letting out a squeak causing the gang to almost aww at their adorableness.

Y/N was breathing heavily in panic before asking…

“Why am I here.”

And Henry began explaining how he, Belch, Patrick, and Victor was in love with her, completely obsessed.

They gave no room for argument.

Y/N was theirs.

-1 month later-

Y/N was starting to adjust to the Criss house, Victor was always there, along with the others when they weren’t threatened by their parents, or in Henry’s case, Dad.

They often alternated who would sleep beside them first it was Henry, Belch, Patrick, and Victor. then rotate and this morning it was Henry.

Y/N woke up to the sunset early in the morning they knew Henry was on the other side of the bed but he didn’t want to scare y/n so they kept his distance, there was at least a foot of space between them.

Y/N knew that the Bowers going we’re trying their best to take care of them . After the month of spending time with them day in and day out they began to appreciate all they’ve done for them.

That morning Y/N was brave they slightly slid over in the bed and wrapped in arm around Henry’s waist with their head laying on his back.

But what they didn’t know, is that Henry was awake. He was a very light sleeper after living with his dad so he was constantly on edge so with the slightest movement on the bed he woke up from his sleep but didn’t move just thinking it was Y/N and rolling over on the bed. He was very surprised when he felt an arm wrapped around his waist and a head lay against his back and cuddle into him. In his mind he was going crazy, he just wanted to cuddle them back but he didn’t want to scare them and when he heard their breathing even out he knew they fell back asleep. But Henry cannot go back to sleep as he was basking in the moment.

Next with Patrick.

They were all watching a movie together and Y/N decided to get more comfortable as they were tired. They scooted closer to Patrick who was laying on the other end of the couch and lay their head down on his lap. They adjusted slightly so they were laying across the couch with their head on his lap and Patrick stare down at their head in awe. Victor and belch looked surprised but Henry wasn’t and he was just smirking. When they fell asleep on his lap he just calmly ran his fingers through their soft hair.

“They are perfect.” Victor said staring at them.

“We don’t deserve them.” Patrick said looking down at the figure laying on his lap.

“But neither do they. No one deserves them.” Henry said and they all nodded in agreement.

Next to was Belch.

It was just the two of them at Victors house that day as the others the others had left to go keep up appearances in the town. Also to throw others off their tracks, making sure no one would say a word if they had seen them take Y/N that day.

He woke up and made the breakfast for the two of them which was Y/F/F, and after they ate the food and Belch put the dishes in the sink Y/N wrapped their arms around him and had their face laying in his back.

“Thankyouforthefood.” Y/N spoke quietly in a grateful tone.

“Your welcome Y/N/N.” Belch said with a smile, it took him a second to tell what they said but once he didn’t he couldn’t help the smile that took over his face. He turned around in their arms and hugged them close. Y/N blushed heavily causing him to chuckle. They pouted and hid their face in his shoulder.

He loved them.

And finally Victor.

He was the last to receive affection from Y/N. It was another day when it was just Victor and Y/N at the house by themselves. When they decided to watch a scary movie, a.k.a. Friday the 13th, and Y/N wasn’t good with horror movies. They got scared and jumped onto Victor‘s lap. He stared at them and surprised at first, But wrapped his arms around their waist and help them close as they slightly cuddled into him. Victor was so happy and couldn’t help placing a kiss on their cheek.

The next day they were all at the house again sitting in the living room as the boys talked and Y/N responded whenever they asked her a question. They were about to disperse and do their own thing but Y/N stopped them by standing up and clearing their throat, gaining all 4 boys attention.

“I umm… I just wanted to say… t-thank you for all that you have done for me. I have really liked being here with you…. And I… really like all of you.”

The 4 boys jaws dropped and Y/N grew nervous as they continued to stare. But as Y/N was about to make a break for it to go back to their room to get out of the awkward situation they were brought into a group hug.

“We really like you too.” They all said and they all placed a kiss on her cheek or forehead.

Y/N was falling for them and they had already fallen.

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I hope you liked it! Sorry it got super cheesy at the end. 😂

Also I tried to write without specifying a gender.

[knyontop]

alr so I know you said platonic bowers gang, so I have a idea, basically them w a reader who isn’t in their school — like they met reader at the arcade or smth and the gang drags them around to hang out; their all touchy w reader cause that’s pratically their baby now !!

though the gang doesn’t want reader to know of what their actually like (which are bullies) .. to protect them of course, but maybe reader ends up finding out through accidentally stumbling upon where the gang (henry) was trying to carve his name into bens stomach ? the gang sees and then runs after reader to try and explain … I’ll leave the ending up to you honestly.

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Let me explain…

THIS IS SO SMART I LOVE IT???

Yandere!platonic!Bowers gang x reader

Ft: Henry bowers, Patrick Hocksetter, Victor Criss, Belch Huggins, Ben (I forgot his last name), and our amazing, handsome, beautiful reader.

Tw: yandere stuff, possessive behavior, patrick, violence, remember this is yandere BOWERS GANG so bewareeeee!!

Y/N ran into the arcade excited to play, they were trying to beat there high score. They were so focused on getting there they weren’t aware of there surroundings and accidentally bumped into someone. Y/N muttered out a sorry but the person grabbed there wrist, “What the hell is wrong with you?” He said turning Y/N around to face him.

Y/N is meet face to face with Henry bowers, Y/N has heard about him but never really cared to look into it. He had an angered look on his face and Y/N quickly thought of a way to diffuse the situation. “Uh, im so sorry! I really didn’t mean to..” they said looking at the ground in shame.

Henry raised an eyebrow and let go of there wrist. “Oh. Its- Its fine.” He said, after he said that his eyes widened what did he just say? He wasn’t actually letting the kid off the hook? Really? That wasn’t like him at all! Something in him just felt bad for lashing out at the kid… he didn’t know why he felt this.

Y/N perked up and then smiled “Alright then! Well buh bye.” They said before scurrying off to find there favorite arcade game.

Belch put his hand on Henrys shoulder, “What the hell was that?” He asked his friend that was now staring in shock. “I dont even fucking know.” He said before getting himself together with a huff. “What a weird kid.” He said before turning back to his friends.

“We gonna do anything about em’? Ive never seen that twerp around here.” Patrick said crossing his arms. Victor then chimed in, “Yeah I mean im pretty sure we would know them if they were around here.” Henry groaned. “Can you all shut up? Why do we care about them?” Belch then looked at the kid that was far away from them playing an arcade game. “I dont know, they seem interesting.” Belch said. There was like something drawing him towards them, it was strange feeling of wanting to protect.

Y/N was to focused on there game to notice the four teenagers staring into the back of there head, poor child not knowing what was to come.

There fate was already sealed with the bowers gang.

Y/N had officially beat there high score, they smirked and exclaimed under there breath. “Yes!” They whispered to themselfs. They were feeling pretty hungry so they were going to ask there parents if they could go eat or something.

Y/N started walking to the exit but they tripped over something, they fell onto the floor but caught themselves with there hands. They gasped and turned to see what happened, they couldn’t have just tripped on air! They say a tall boy with black hair and a mischievous grin on his face.

“Heyyyy~ I ain’t seen you around here before, you new here?” He asked staring down at the kid, there were three other boys with him including the one boy they bumped into.

Y/N awkwardly rubbing the back of there neck embarrassed, “Im not new ive been here before…” they said before a boy with blonde platinum hair spoke up. “Oh, never seen you around school ether what school you go to?” He asked with genuine curiosity.

Y/N stood up brushing themselves off and fixing there ruffled clothes. “I uh go to [school name].” Then he spoke again. “Oh.” He said looking at the kid feeling some weird attachment to them.

“Well I must get going now, uh later?” They said before trying to walk away but the boy they bumped into earlier grabbed there wrist tightly. “Do you think you can just turn your back on us? Show some respect and look at us.” He said with a glare and the kid looked surprised at his hostility.

“Oh- im sorry?” They said unsure of what was going on, Patrick noticed they obviously had no idea who they were so they might as well have fun with it.

A bigger boy walked up to Y/N, “Dont worry about Henry, hes just being a bit of a dick right now.” He said nudging Henrys shoulder to tell him to knock it off not wanting Henry to scare the them away. “Im Belch, nice to meet you.” He said holding his hand out feigning innocence as if he wasn’t one of the local bullies.

Y/N chuckled nervously and took his hand shaking it before quickly re-tracing there hand. “Uh huh.” They said before the skinnier boy with platinum hair stepped forward. “Im Victor, and behind me is Patrick sorry if he didn’t make the best first impression.” He said glancing at his tall friend annoyed.

Y/N hummed nodding there head. “Its fine, totally not going to see him in my dreams tonight.” They said sarcastically making Patricks smirk grow.

“So uhm nice to meet you guys and ta tah now!” They said making an attempt to leave again before one of them would stop them, again.

Victor quickly blurted out a “Wait!” And stepped in front of them. “Hey, we just meet. It would be a shame if you left so soon.” He said as a grin pulled at his lips. “Okay is this what were doing?” They said before Patrick took there wrist and started dragging them with the group. “Were going to have a great time kid.” He said while poor Y/N just followed after them so confused of what they were getting themselves into.

These boys were strange, but Y/N couldn’t lie they had some fun hanging out with these reckless teenagers eventually getting comfortable with them but still having this gut feeling something was wrong so they pushed down away and continued hanging with the odd boys.

How naive you are Y/N.

Y/N was walking home from school, just skipping along listening to the birds chirp and feeling a sense of peace and freedom they haven’t felt in a while soon it was all interrupted by a screams that sounded to be a boy Y/N looked around to find out where the sound was coming from and immediately started running towards it trying to play hero.

They saw the four boys they were starting to call there friends surrounding a boy a tormenting him Y/N was to stunned to speak, they felt betrayed and stupid. They should have listened to there gut feeling, what was wrong with these boys!?

Victor out of the corner of his eye saw a familiar kid with H/C hair staring at the scene in shock and he immediately stopped what he was doing to look at them.

Patrick looked at Victors face and raised an eyebrow, he was annoyed that he stopped so he turned around to see what all the fuss was about and muttered “Shit.”

Belch looked at his friends and then saw Y/N, he let go of the kid he was holding down and hit Henrys shoulder.

Henry was pissed and turned around angrily to see the familiar face of Y/N, he froze and clenched his jaw.

Patrick started to approach them with a chuckle, “Dont be so surprised, everyone tried to tell you.” He said in an almost mocking tone taunting the kid for there stupidity of trusting them.

Y/N turned on there heel and started to run out of anger and sadness, they felt tears prick in there eyes at Patricks taunt. Why were they surprised?

Henry dropped his knife and took off after Y/N before any of the boys could think, he felt sweat start to drip down his forehead. Soon the other boys followed behind leaving the kid Ben to run for it.

Henry was able to catch up to Y/N quickly, he harshly turned them around and pushed them to the ground so they couldn’t start running again. This gave him a moment to catch his breathe, Victor then stepped forward speaking up. “Look, just let- let us explain.” He said putting his hands up in surrender.

“Explain? Explain what!? That you guys are horrible people? That you guys have lied to me? What is there to explain!” Y/N snapped not even making an effort to get up.

Victor winced and Patrick yawned, “I mean, I dont know what you were expecting kid. You were just to naive.” He said with a slight laugh, Belch punched his shoulder.

“Look Y/N we were just teasing! We weren’t actually going to hurt him.” Blech said trying to defuse the situation.

“Thats not teasing, Belch! Thats bullying!” They said getting up and glaring harshly at the boys.

“Its fun! Cmon Y/N, live a little.” Patrick said smirking, Henry then spoke up. “Y/N why do you even care about him? We didn’t even do anything to you!” Henry said getting up into there face. “You lied!” They said back, backing away from him.

“Yeah well, its not our fault your so naive and gullible.” He said harshly, ouch. Y/N raised there eyebrows. “What is wrong with you!” They raised there voice, Henry gripped there chin firmly. “What? What was that Y/N?” He said daring them to say it again.

Patrick watched this go on with satisfaction, they did need to be put in there place.

Belch didn’t stop Henry because he felt this was far, they needed to learn anyway.

Victor watched feeling justified, he felt hurt by there words so this was deserved in his eyes.

“Ever raise your voice at me, ever and there will be consequences, understood?” Henry said speaking to Y/N as if they were a kid who was in trouble.

Y/N, not wanting to upset Henry any further obeyed. “Understood Henry.” They said before Henry pushed them away. “Now, are you going to stop being a brat?” He asked crossing his arms, Y/N felt frustrated at this but who were they to defy him? “Yeah.” They said gulping down the anger they felt.

“Good.” Henry smiled satisfied with there answer.

“Your never getting away Y/N.”

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I hope you liked it! :33 i feel rly nervous about this onedibhuibhdj



[bella-goths-wife]

What is the nicest thing the Bowers gang has done to ballerina reader?

The nicest things yandere bowers gang have done for ballerina reader

Warnings: physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse, manipulation, violence, sexual abuse, mental illness (unspecified), stick and poke tattooing, pregnancy mentions, self harm, eating disorders

I do not In any way intend to glamourise or romanticise any of the themes mentioned. I write about them purely for entertainment and educational purposes. Please do not see these actions as normalised and seek to replicate the actions or relationships

Henry:

Henry does care about you, in his own sick and twisted way

But he does care about you and in his own way he does love you

He lets it show in the rarest of ways, and only on special occasions

And while he’s an abusive and selfish bastard, he’s also observant to a T

He notices small things about you that he’d never repeat to anyone that he noticed

He notices what your favourite flavour of something is or what your favourite song is when he looks in your eyes and notices them dilate

He may be the one who knows you the most because of how insnared he is in your life

And he will always notice when something is wrong with you, except from the usual reasons

You’re spending longer hours at the ballet studio, even when he warns you and punished you multiple times for it

But you even offered for them to come with you to the ballet studio and watch you if that’s they needed to do

You allowed them into your sanctuary, something you had fought against so vehemently before

You claimed that you had to keep going, that you had to be perfect

Henry assumed that you’d just gone into one of your moods, so he humoured you and spent time in the ballet studio with you instead of forcing you home

He watched as you forced yourself through dances, he watched you sweat and pant and work through your part so aggressively that you were coming off as more of a mad queen then a graceful swan

He watched in curiosity as your feet bled, your legs twisted, your back contorted and your bones creaked like an old cellar door

Blood leaked out of your ballet shoes and caused droplets to gather on the floor beneath you as you pirouetted through the pain

Henry decided it was time to call it quits when he called to you but you ignored him, something you never did as you continue to dance even after he turned off the music

Henry called again and again before walking towards you and grabbing your arms firmly but you fought back desperately, surprising Henry with the wild look in your eyes

Your usually dead eyes and crushed spirit were alive but not in a way that signified life but in a way that showed forced reincarnation

Henry shook you and demanded you to stop but you just screamed and cried that you couldn’t

You hysterically ranted that you had to be perfect, you had to be better than everyone, you had to be the best

You cried over how a girl who had recently moved to Derry had outshined you in your classes, it didn’t matter in your head that she was years older than you, you had always been the best and you can’t be replaced

Ballet was the only thing you had control over, the only thing you held power in by being the best there is, the only escape from the torment of the bowers gang and their cruel antics

And someone had taken over your sanctuary

Henry, confused on how to comfort you, just held you until you had cried yourself into exhaustion

He took you to your home and cared for the wounds on your body as you laid there half asleep, just like you had done for him so many times

He left you to sleep as he thought about what to do next

He couldn’t have you continuing on this path, you’d self destruct before he’d even have a chance for his plans of marrying you and popping out kids

He couldn’t have a mad woman for a wife, he needed his pretty little ballerina back to dance when he turned the music box key

He stalked the girl you had talked about for a few days before finding a good opportunity

He decided it was time to call the other boys, knowing he’d need their help

He ambushed her dressed in a black Halloween mask before tying her to a tree

He grabbed a sledgehammer from belch’s care and brought it down harshly on the girls ankles and knees, ensuring she’d never dance again

He left the girl tied up and he and the bowers gang decided that whatever happens to the girl happens, none of them would lose sleep over it

That night he crawled into your bed with your asleep figure, moving your head to lay on his chest as he caressed your face with a gentleness that was foreign to him

He decided he wouldn’t tell you when he noticed how your spirit had improved since the girl had stopped dancing, knowing the information would only make you believe in silly notions of guilt

And he didn’t want you to get the wrong idea, he did it for himself and not for you

That’s what he told himself anyway

Vic criss:

Vic had punished you pretty badly one time, he had given you burns up your thigh that had sent you to the doctor for pain killers

This small ‘hiccup’ has made it so you couldn’t dance for two weeks, a prospect that made you sob in the hospital bed and refuse to eat for two days

And that’s when vic noticed that he had unfairly punished, he assumed you had snuck out alone but Patrick later revealed that he had taken you out for the night

That realisation had filled vic with an unfamiliar sense of guilt and remorse as he looked at your sunken in features and the bandages around your thigh

He volunteered to be the one to take care of you after the doctor visit, knowing being on the pain medication would leave you out of it most of the time

He helped you bathe, forced you to eat and drink, helped you change bandages and entertained you with a unique gentleness you hadn’t felt in a while

But even that didn’t stop the constant worried looks you’d give him, wouldn’t stop the fear that you held for him

He wasn’t used to being the most feared, that spot usually reserved for Henry or Patrick, he was used to being one of the ‘better’ ones who you’d reach to to avoid spending time with the ‘worse’ ones

He begged your drugged up state for forgiveness and the state had made you honest as you spewed venom about him never feeling the pain he inflicted on you

That gave victor an idea

He sat you down in your medicated state down beside him one day and showed you his tools

He had confided in you that he had a fear of needles ever since he was a child, but that he wanted to repay you for the pain he caused

He wanted you to stick and poke a tattoo of your choosing onto his shoulder, and he would sit still, endure the pain and never tell the others who had done it to ensure you never received a punishment

Your drugged up mind didn’t even hesitate at a chance to hurt your abuser, picking up the tools you needed

Five long hours victor sat still as a statue and endured his fear and pain while you worked on his shoulder before you finally finished

You had passed out pretty much instantly as you laid back on the couch and victor didn’t have time to look at his newest tattoo before shoving his shirt on and helping you to bed

Part of him even secretly hoped it would become infected so he could show you how much pain he’d endure for your forgiveness

Once you were in bed, victor removed his shirt and readied himself for whatever was on his body forever

He expected something crude or something humiliation but to his surprise he found when he lifted his shirt, a small swan

A darkened thought entered his mind at the sight of it

You had marked him just like he’d marked you

The dark part of Victor liked that

Patrick hockstetter:

Patrick loved your body

Well, loved is a loose term when it comes to a psychopath

A more suitable description would be that your body sexually satisfied Patrick greatly

You had the perfect figure in Patrick’s eyes

And when that figure started changing, it upset Patrick greatly

One of the workers at the ballet studio had made a few crude comments on your figure, and that had sent you into a frenzy

It was a pattern you had followed since you were small, someone makes a comment and your do anything in your power to make it untrue

Someone claims your too big, you’ll do anything to show them your not

Your methods however were extreme to a worrying extent

You wouldn’t eat for days and when you did youd throw it all up or use laxatives to make sure you couldn’t gain anything from it

It had caused extreme changes to your body, your once healthy figure had become malnourished

A change that Patrick did not like, finding you much less attractive

As I’ve stated multiple times, Patrick’s obsession is rooted to his sexual attraction to you and it angers him greatly when someone changes you

You were his plaything and if you weren’t pretty anymore, well that just looks bad for him

He sat with you every mealtime for weeks and forced the food down your throat but he recognised he could only do so much, the minute he stopped youd go back to your destructive ways

So Patrick decided that he’d get rid of the root of the problem

Disposing of a body was easy to him and the others by now, digging a shallow grave in the junkyard for the nameless worker of the ballet studio who had insulted you

Without the insults present you eventually started to eat properly again with ‘encouragement’ from the boys and slowly you gained your figure back

This pleased Patrick greatly and he made sure to make you repay him for his act of kindness, despite never telling you what you were repaying him for

Even Patrick’s acts of kindness revolved because of his selfish desires

What did you expect?

Belch Huggins:

Belch had always been the sweetest to you, always treating you gently unless commanded otherwise

That’s why you had felt comfortable enough to confide in him that you had done something very bad

You had hurt someone, very badly

A girl from your school who had harassed you daily whenever the boys weren’t around you

She had followed you on your trek down to the lake, calling you all sorts of names and pushing you around

As if you didn’t face enough abuse in your life, she added to it with her cruelty and something snapped in you

She had gotten in your face, eerily similar to how Henry had many times

When she had gone to grab you, it brought back memories of Henry’s abuse and fear filled your body

In an act of fight or flight, you had given her a firm push

She had fallen down the hill and hit her head on a rock, laying unconscious as you stared in horror

You had called belch in a frenzy, rambling on about what you had done and how much trouble it would get you in, there’s no one who would let a criminal be a ballerina

Belch drove to you immediately and held you once he saw you, listening to your explanation of what happened

He checked the girls pulse and found out she was still alive, and in that moment he made a decision

He couldn’t have you going away, his little ballerina who had such high hopes for her future wouldn’t survive in a juvenile facility, they’d eat you alive without a second thought

Him on the other hand? He was built to survive with his large build and strength, and who would the police believe is more likely to have committed a crime

A pretty little ballerina with no previous record, or the big brute with many accusations and charged on his record?

He commanded you to go home and gave you a final kiss on the forehead before sending you off

He ran to the pay phone and called for an ambulance who took the girl off to hospital, and when the police questioned him on who did it he admitted false guilt to spare you the blame

The girl had a slight concussion and her memory of the crime was distorted, so she couldn’t deny his presence which was enough for him to be arrested

His father found him a good lawyer with his copious amount of money and the lawyer managed to get belch away with only three month of juvie and six months probation

He went down for your crimes and he did it happily

When the other boys asked him why he did it, he simply told them that the girl had pushed him too far and shot you a look

He came out of juvie just fine and fit into his routine quite happily when he saw you at his side again

He never told anyone about what really happened, not even the others

He knew they would blame you for his temporary imprisonment but why should they? You were his goddess, why shouldn’t he make sure no one could besmirch your name and defend your honour

He kept your secret happily as he held you close to him in your bed

What’s one more secret between him and his goddess?

Thoughts? :)

[barrackspredator]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i didn’t proof read this. bless up.

[kyracanwrite]

It 2017 master list!

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

💔-Angst

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

💋-Smut (^same thing)

❤️-Fluff

🔪-Yandere

Losers club 🎈

Prefrence; who confessed first. ❤️

Prefrence; You’re on your period. ❤️

Bill Denbrough

(Coming soon)

Beverly Marsh

(Coming soon)

Richie Tozier

(coming soon)

Eddie Kaspbrak

(Coming soon)

Mike Hanlon

(Coming soon)

Ben hanscom

(coming soon)

Stanley Uris

(Coming soon)

Bower’s Gang

Henry Bowers

Midnight comfort

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

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

Words: 466

Patrick Hockstetter

(Coming soon)

Belch Huggins

(Coming soon)

Victor Criss

(Coming soon)

[bangtanmix73]

I’ve finally decided to open requests. Please be specific whether you want a fanfic, drabble, or a head cannon!

I write for:

-Twilight: Bella Swan, Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale, Emmet Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Esme Culen, Embry Call, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Leah Clearwater, Emily Young, Seth Clearwater, Jared Cameron, Quil Ateara

-Riverdale: Betty, Jughead, Veronica, Cheryl, Toni, Sweet Pea, Fangs, FP, Alice

-IT: Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris, Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, Reginald “Belch” Huggins

- Kpop: Stray Kids, Mamamoo

-Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Lucifer, Gabriel, Crowley

-Alice in Borderland: Chishiya, Usagi, Kuina, An, Heiya,

No longer write for:

-The Lost Boys

-The Black Phone

I will write:

-nsfw (no minors please)

-angst

-fluff

-yanderes

-age gaps (as long as everyone is above 18)

-polyamory relationships

-murder, death, gore, anything alone those lines

I do write Lgbtq+, but there are some areas I’m not confident in and I’m afraid to offend someone.

I will NOT write: Scat/Urine/Vomit play/kink, p*dophilia, inc*st, cannibalism, r*pe, some mental illnesses, I also may add more later on.

Thank you!