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a-constant-gay-panic · 2 years

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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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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Zombies

Patrick Hockstetter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1168 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Patrick waking you up when he has nightmares

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Patrick would have had you believe that he wasn’t afraid of anything.

As a general rule, it was hard to rattle him. He liked to make people uncomfortable and loving catching them off guard but it was almost impossible to do the same to him.

You, in your position as his girlfriend, had given up on that a long time ago but Patrick had this way of always keeping you on your toes. As soon as you started to feel like you knew just where he stood, he switched it up on you.

He’d been that way the entire time you were together.

All things considered, maybe it shouldn't have surprised you when you opened your eyes to find him staring at you in the dark, but it did. You loved Patrick and he didn’t scare you by any means, but he did have an alarming sort of presence.

...Especially when you had no idea what he was thinking about.

For all you knew, he was either dreaming about your future together or removing all of your fingernails. He really was just that sort of human being, and you’d come to terms with that.

It was a risk you were willing to take to be with the man you loved. Frankly, you really just wanted to know why he was just looking at you like that. If nothing else, he could have woken you up if he needed something.

“What are you doing?” you wondered finally, reaching up to rub your eyes gently, trying to clear the sleep from them in order to focus. It was hard enough to see in the pitch black of Patrick’s bedroom.

Still, you could see well enough to make out the almost alarmed look in his grey eyes.

That was more than enough to finish the job of waking you up. You had no idea what could have been going on with him, but whatever it was, you weren’t exactly excited to find out.

In all honesty, you weren’t sure you’d ever seen that look in his eyes in all the time you two had been together. It just wasn’t something that there had ever been occasion for.

“What is it? What happened?” you repeated, sitting up a little more in bed, the fabric of your shirt bunching slightly around your middle. Patrick did the same, propping himself up against the headboard, though he had no shirt on to disturb.

“Zombies”

The male’s voice echoed through the small space just a little, followed immediately by a chill running up your spine. That explained it.

When you actually stopped to think about it, you realized that if there was ever going to be something that scared Patrick, it was zombies. You had been obsessed with Day of the Dead since it came out a few years ago but Patrick had refused to take you to see it.

At the time, he told you that it sounded lame and he didn’t care to see it so Belch and Vic went with you but maybe he was actually too scared to go? You weren’t sure.

To be honest though, there was nothing wrong with that.

There were things that you were scared of, and while Patrick frequently tormented you about those things, you knew that it didn’t matter. So what if he didn’t like zombies? They weren’t real.

“You had a nightmare? Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, speaking carefully at first. As far as his feelings were concerned, Patrick could be a little temperamental.

If you said the wrong thing, he would just shut the whole conversation down.

...But you cared about him and you weren’t going to let that happen.

Even if Patrick felt the need to throw a huge fit, like he often did, or call you some stupid name to get you to leave him alone, you weren’t just going to brush this under the rug.

After all, this was clearly not just some dumb thing, he looked really rattled.

“No.”

That was just about what you’d been expecting from him, but after a few moments more of silence, he nudged you. It was just a casual bump from his shoulder to your own but it was something.

Something like that from Patrick was more than enough for you to know what he really wanted. Normally, it was just a matter of getting past how much he hated verbal communication.

Once you figured out what he needed, he would be better and that was how you’d managed to stay together for this long. When he had to use his words, Pat was an asshole, so you just communicated a different way.

Without saying a word, you turned your body almost completely toward his and wrapped the lanky male into a gentle hug. He was tense for a moment or so, every muscle in his body completely tight but then he relaxed.

It was almost like he had to make sure that he was safe before he could let himself be, in any way, vulnerable but he knew he was okay with you.

Patrick had made it clear that he would kill you if you ever told anyone about the stuff like this that the two of you often did, but you wouldn’t dream of it.

As much as you hated the persona he carried with his gang, you knew that it was just how he wanted to be. For right now, you didn’t have a problem loving him like this in private.

It was more than nothing.

“I’ll protect you from the big bad dead guys Pat” you teased finally, after holding him there for what felt like hours. His head was resting gently in the space between your clavicle and neck, that dark hair of his slumped completely over his face.

He was covered from the world, and leaning almost all of his body weight into your plush frame but you knew that he would only stay that way for so long.

It was time to bring him back into the real world. You knew better than anyone that Patrick could only be that vulnerable for so long, and you didn’t want to wear it out.

If you did, you risked him not coming to you next time he was feeling angry or upset and bad things happened when Pat couldn’t rely on you to express himself.

You could navigate his complicated emotions better than anyone, and this was just the next step in helping him feel better.

As soon as the words left your lips, you squealed, pulling away from Patrick to realize that he’d bit you. Right there on your shoulder, you found an already tender spot where he’d clamped down on your skin.

“What’d you do that for, dick?!” you gasped, batting at his chest as if that was going to somehow discourage him. Though, thinking back on it, you should have seen that coming.

...All things considered though, he’d forgotten about that nightmare.

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Patrick Dating a Short Girl

~Patrick would love having a short gf.

~Plain and simple

~He would constantly tease you about it

~Giving you nicknames like "Shorty" and "Little one"

~And if he made you angry with the teasing...even better

~He would constantly lean on you, with his elbow on top of your head

~Pat really does love your height though

~One of his favorite things is picking you up in the air and spinning you around

~He likes when you squeal and beg him to put you back down

~Would LOVE putting you on his shoulders and carrying you around

~One day, you put on a pair of platforms to try to be taller and Patrick doesn't like it

~He just constantly complains because you aren't as tiny as you usually are

~Would love to dress you in his shirts, which fit down to your knees when you wear them

~Teases you when you go to stores, complaining that he keeps losing you in the aisles

~Purposely putting things to high out of your reach, knowing that you'll have to get his help to get them

~God help anyone else who comments on your height though

~Pat doesn't take well to people making fun of you, especially for your height

~Sometimes he refuses to bend down for kisses, so you have to jump up to try and reach him

~"How's the weather down there, short stuff"

~Pressing kisses to the top of your head

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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His Business

Patrick Hockstetter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1570 words

Warnings: reader gets hit, but not descriptive

Summary: Reader (Henry’s kid sister) and Patrick are dating. However, they keep it a secret until they can’t anymore.

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Patrick cared about you a lot...or, at least as much as he could.

He wasn't the kind of guy to take you on romantic dates or bring you flowers and candy on valentines day. He didn't go out of his way to make sure you knew how much he loved you, not in the traditional sense anyway.

Patrick showed love in his own unique way.

He slid his hand in the back pocket of your jeans when you walked together or let you doodle up the entirety of his arm in black pen. Sometimes, he even called you cute little pet names like "punk" or "kid."

It wasn't exactly a fairytale but when it came to being with Patrick, you didn't want one. All you wanted was him, with all his issues and faults.

The only trouble was that you weren't able to actually be with him in public.

If you so much as looked at him for too long when you were all together, Henry would have a cow. There was no way you could actually date out in the open-it just wasn't an option.

At least, not right now.

"Hey dickhead, I sit in the front!" Henry barked, shoulder-checking Vic out of the way. The school day had just wrapped up for the weekend, and like every day, you had to catch a ride home with Henry and his friends.

Belch was the only one of Henry's friends who drove, and as much as he fought it at first, your dad didn't want you walking to school all alone. It was dangerous with all the kidnappings, so you had to tag along with them.

Where the Bowers gang went, you went, which wasn't always a bad thing.

"Looks like you're stuck in the back with us" Patrick sneered, gesturing between your two bodies and Victor.

Now, you were by no means the smallest of the three of you but due to your inferior age, you got stuck in the middle. Something that Patrick happily suggested, though he dropped his smile after a few seconds.

He didn't want to be too suspicious, after all.

Patrick personally didn't mind the idea of beating Bowers up if he needed to, but for your sake, the two of you had agreed to keep your relationship a secret. However, it any of the boys had looked closer, they would have put the pieces together.

As the two of you sat in the backseat, you between both Vic and Patrick, the latter kept bumping your thigh with his own, keeping your two bodies touching. On top of that, every time Belch would go around a corner, you slipped closer and closer to the greasy teen.

...Something neither of you was complaining about.

Though, you had no choice but to cover your blush, shying away from his sly whispers in your ear and sideways glances. He was only going to get the two of you in trouble.

Luckily for you, all three boys remained oblivious to your constant flirting.

For the most part, you were pretty good at keeping it hidden. The two of you didn't even talk about one other, until of course, you needed him.

Butch could get a little rough with both you and Henry, though Henry had always taken the brunt of his anger. You tried to keep to yourself for the most part, whereas your older brother had taken a more aggravated approach.

He constantly was getting into scream fights, which turned into all out fist fights with your dad-fights that Henry would always lose.

However, Henry couldn't always be there to take the punches for you. Like today for example, Henry and the boys had dropped you off at the house before heading off toward the quarry.

Which meant that you had to go through the backdoor all alone, if you were lucky your dad had skipped going to the bar after work. He was always more mean when he was fully loaded.

...But you were never that lucky.

As soon as you came through the door, you heard him, yelling at whatever was currently pissing him off. The noise startled you, preoccupying you from quietly closing the door like you normally would.

Instead the door slammed behind you, making you flinch.

If you had done it right, you would have been able to sneak upstairs without alerting him of your presence but that wasn't going to happen now. You could already hear him, getting up from the recliner.

His footsteps were heavy as he made his way over to you, already yelling. You were vibrating with nerves as he turned the corner, your blood running cold.

The actual events resulting from his rage were all a blur in your mind. It was more or less just a lot of pain, too quickly occurring to recall, not that you would if you could. Instead, you ran from the house.

You didn't have any particular destination in mind. You just knew that you had to get as far away from there as humanly possible. The last thing you wanted was to accidentally run into Butch again.

After you cleared the house, you slowed your pace, your heart hammering in your chest. You weren't all that sure what had actually happened, meaning that you weren't sure about the damage.

As far as you could tell, it wasn't as bad as it had been before.

However, as soon as you reached the shore of the quarry, all hell broke loose. As soon as Patrick saw you, he ran out of the water, not stopping until he reached your side.

"What the fuck happened?" he yelled, his hands gingerly holding your face, trying to get a better look at you. You clearly didn't realize it but there was blood dripping from a scratch on your face, already bruising all around it.

He was gonna kill whoever the fuck thought it was a good idea to lay a hand on you.

...If only he knew.

"Pat, stop" you pleaded in a soft whisper. He was drawing too much attention, standing too close to you. One of the guys were bound to notice something if he didn't knock it off.

But trying to reason with Patrick right now wasn't really an option. He was far too angry to give a shit about the opinion of your brother or any of his friends. None of that mattered at a time like this.

He was hardly breathing, red in the face as he tried to calm himself. You two had talked about this, he knew that right now you needed him more than his anger but he couldn't help it.

If he had been with you, this wouldn't have happened.

Though, before he could really focus on calming down, there was a touch on his shoulder...it was Henry.

"Don't touch my sister man" he ordered, looking between the two of you with a dark curiosity in his eyes. He had no idea what was going on, but whatever it was, he hated it.

Patrick couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Of all the things he needed right now, this didn't even make the top ten. Henry's biggest problem should have been the state of your face but he really didn't seem all that shocked.

He just wanted to knock some sense into the shorter man.

"Are you serious? Look at her Bowers" he ordered, gesturing wildly to the state of your face. You knew that he wasn't going to hurt you but flinched out of habit. His hands were just a little to close.

As soon as he saw your reaction, Patrick melted. He never wanted you to feel like you were in any kind of real danger with him. He liked to tease you and make you uncomfortable sometimes, but not like this.

It made him sick to see you act like that.

"It's none of your business, step back" he suggested, lightly shoving the taller man to try to put distance between you.

However, Patrick wasn't going to back down like that.

"She's my fucking girlfriend, I'm pretty sure it's my business" he barked back, shoving Henry in turn. He hadn't meant to do it, but Henry had crossed a line. If anything, you were his business.

You were more of his business than you were Henry's. He sure as hell cared more about your well-being than he did.

You assumed that the two teens were gonna go at it but they didn't. As soon as the words left Patrick's lips, Henry stopped. He wasn't sure if he should be angry or what but in all honesty, he wasn't surprised.

Sure, he didn't like the idea but of all the things he frequently thought about, you weren't really one of them. Henry just wasn't the touchy feely kind.

"I don't wanna see that shit, not ever-you understand me?" he grumbled, waving his finger between the two of you. He didn't give a damn what you two did, but if he every had to witness it, he would lose his mind.

All you could do was nod, unsure now why you'd waited so long to tell him. It shouldn't have surprised you that Henry wouldn't care. Henry didn't really care about anything at all.

...But now you had a bigger problem-You had to keep Patrick from killing your dad for what he did to you.

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Bowers Gang; First Kiss HC

Henry:

Henry likes to give off the illusion that he knows and has done everything, at all times, but that isn’t necessarily the case. As far as kissing goes, for example, he has no idea what he’s doing. He’d never actually kissed a girl before, even if he liked to act like he had, and didn’t want you to know that. It was embarrassing, and emasculating, which Henry couldn’t stand. However, you didn’t seem to actually notice that, or at the very least, if you did, you didn’t say anything about it to him.

~Even being relatively inexperienced with this sort of thing, there are just some things that are never going to change. Henry is super aggressive by nature and his first kiss is, in no way, going to be an exception to that rule.

~His touches are heavy handed and rushed, like a teenager making out for the first time is supposed to be.

~It would be much more awkward than you would ever admit, for both of you. There is just this level of inexperience clouding your first kiss in a way that makes it hard to enjoy. However, it is far from the last time you and Henry would kiss one another.

~It would take some time to get him to soften up and relax, to be more sweet but it isn’t necessarily impossible.

~The two of you kiss a lot, and every time, it gets better. You and Henry would learn together, and improve as all couples did as they grew, but you would never really forget the soft, uncertain motions Henry made that first time.

~The memory itself is endearing.

Patrick

Patrick was the most confident kisser ever, even though he hadn’t actually ever kissed anyone before when you met. He’d never experienced it personally but that didn’t mean he hadn’t seen it on tv or in movies. He understood the basics and for a man like him, that was all he needed. The rest he could figure out on his own, and it didn’t hurt you’d be there too. If anyone was going to get him to do something he’d never done before, it was you.

~He would probably sweet talk you leading up to the kiss, towering over you with that grin of his on his face. For him, the whole thing was hilarious because for him, everything was one big joke.

~But it was something else too.

~The two of you were close, closer than he’d ever been with another person but kissing you took it a step further, and changed the relationship you shared. It definitely interested him.

~Not to mention the way you were looking at him. Patrick wouldn’t be able to resist making you his after everything you’d already been through. This just seemed like the natural first step.

~Nips at your bottom lip for sure, maybe a little too hard only to laugh when you pull away from him.

~Pat turns everything into a game, and kissing you for the first time or the hundredth time, it wouldn’t make a difference, it was all a game. A game that he intended to win, whatever that meant.

~This boys lips are soft as hell. You wouldn’t have ever thought they would be given the fact that he wore the same pair of grey jeans every day and only washed his hair twice a week, but they are.

Belch

Belch had never been more nervous in his entire life. Usually, he was cool as a cucumber, doing whatever he wanted or needed to do, but never when it came to you. Where you were concerned, he was always cautious, worried he would make some kind of mistake or cross a line that you weren’t ready for. Though, eventually, the two of you were bound to get to the point where you were ready to take your relationship to the next level. You were in a relationship, after all.

~His palms were all sweaty and clammy, held tightly at his sides like if he were to let them go, his fingers would physically fall off his hand. He just couldn’t make himself relax, his jaw tight and knees shaking slightly under the pressure.

~It was a lot to take on at once.

~Belch really liked you and the last thing he wanted to do was mess up the great relationship you two had already. You held hands any chance you got and that was enough for him if you weren’t sure.

~He didn’t want to make it weird.

~Belch would probably be rambling under his breath the entire time, petrified that he would make a wrong move or say something he shouldn’t. Naturally, he would assume he was being quiet but you could hear every word, loud and clear.

~All you had to do to get him to relax though was take his hands in your own. As soon as he felt your skin on his own and let himself actually look you in the face, he relaxed quite a bit.

~You made him feel safe and that was never going to change.

~Also, I am 100% convinced this man smells like pine. Don’t ask me why, I just know it to be true.

Vic

Victor is super sweet, in general, but he’s never sweeter than with you. There’s just something about you that brings the best out in him. He finds himself thinking about it more and more, about what it would be like to feel your lips against his own until he finally makes a move. Its a little strange, as he tries to maneuver his way around how awkward this whole thing is for you both, but it doesn’t take too long for you to figure it out. After all, it’s just Vic.

~He would want to go super slow, constantly making sure that everything he was doing was okay and you were ready for it. There’s no good way to tell how much you're both ready for until you’re in that moment.

~Vic doesn’t find a ton of comfort in other people, and it’s kind of new for him to do so, especially physically, but once he got to that point with you, it seemed like the thing to do.

~Holds your face lightly before, during, and after the kiss. It makes him feel closer to you, even while he’s being so vulnerable, and he likes the way your breath speeds up when he holds you tight like that.

~Presses a million kisses to your cheeks and forehead immediately after kissing your lips, just because he can.

~Victor feels like he’s on top of the world and nothing in the world can stop him. After that first kiss, he constantly has his lips on you.

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plus-size-reader · 5 years

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The Quarry

Bowers Gang x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1877 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is terrified to swim with the boys in the quarry. She is worried about what they’ll think about her body, which she’s hidden from them up until now.

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Objectively, you should have assumed that going to the quarry with the gang would involve you all getting undressed but for some reason, that simple fact that slipped your mind.

You didn't think about it until the Trans Am pulled into the dirt parking area atop the mountain that you would actually have to jump off in order to get into the water below.

Water that you couldn't get into in your jeans and hoodie.

No one in their right mind would jump into the water fully clothed, but that didn't change the fact that you didn't want to do it. None of the guys had ever seen you that bare before and it made you nervous.

It was easy to hang out with them when you could cover up with your over-sized clothes and be comfortable...but there would be no hiding as soon as you shed that safety net. All of your friends were going to see you, and that air of comfort would melt away forever. There would be no going back once they saw you.

"What are you doing?" Henry asked, pulling his own shirt over his head as the other guys all did the same. The five of you had been planning to go swimming for quite some time but now that you were all here, you were hesitating.

It didn't make sense to Henry, who had been waiting for this day to come all week long. It was the only escape he got from his shitty life, and you didn't seem even a little excited.

"I just don't know if I feel like swimming today" you lied, shrugging your shoulders as if nothing could be done to change your mind. Anything was better than telling him, or the other boys, the truth.

Patrick, for one, would never let you live it down if he knew that you were scared to let them see you.

And of course he wouldn't understand, he'd never had to feel that way about his own body. It wasn't something he'd ever even thought about, and you weren't about to explain it to him, or Henry, or Vic, or Belch.

It wasn't going to happen.

All you had to do was just stay strong and not let them see everything you'd worked so hard to keep hidden. How hard could it be?

"What do you mean? I couldn't get you to shut up about this place earlier" Belch piped up, his frame emerging from the other side of the car, now only covered by his Back to the Future boxers.

He had a point.

You had been looking forward to this, but that was before you realized what it would mean.

By now, all four boys were stripped down and ready to go, but before anything, they had to figure out what was going on with you. With nothing else to focus on but why they weren't currently in the water, all their attention fell solely on you.

"Come on Princess, you can swim...we aren't gonna let anything get ya" Patrick teased, assuming that your hesitance came from a fear of the height or the jump into the deep water.

If only it could be so simple.

You smiled slightly, turning your attention away from Henry, to the much taller Patrick. He had his eyes locked on you already but didn't shift away from you.

That was one of the most impressive things about Pat, he couldn't be intimidated.

Perhaps it had something to do with his slight insanity, but whatever it was...you needed some of it about now.

"I believe you Patrick, but it's not about that" you huffed, getting more and more frustrated as you kept going. There just weren't the right words to explain what you were dealing with.

Especially not in a way that any of the boys would understand.

He hummed, trying to get you to continue but you couldn't do it. It wasn't until Victor joined in the powwow that you were actually able to catch your breath. He had always been the most in touch with himself, and his emotions...it made you feel better.

It made it easier to get your words out, without feeling so afraid of their judgement. The worst that would happen was Patrick laughing, and Henry joking about it for years afterword.

You could always just put your clothes back on and go home, if it went that badly.

"I'm scared" you started, taking a deep breath again before continuing. All four boys were standing around you now, so close that you could hit each of them with your knees if you moved the right way.

They were worried about you, but each showed it in their own way.

Patrick was more distant, but still kept that calculated gaze on your face. He would have killed to keep you happy, but wasn't too outward with his expression of that.

Henry kept it calm, though you could tell from the rigid way that he was standing that he was just as prepared to obliterate what had upset you.

That left Vic, who was more focused on your words than any of the others. He was committing ever single syllable to memory, so he could talk you down. He had always been the best with his words.

Not to mention Belch, who by this point was holding your hand tightly in his own, letting you know in his own way that he was there.

"Scared of what?" Henry asked, his arms folded across his chest.

His voice wasn’t angry or aggressive toward you, he just wanted to know. If there was something that was bothering you, he and the guys would do whatever it took to make it better.

But before that could happen, you had to tell them what was up. There was no way they could take care of it if you didn’t open up.

“I don’t wanna get undressed in front of you guys, I don’t want you to see me” you huffed, giving up. You were tired of having to justify yourself to the guys, knowing that they’d never understand.

As soon as the words left your lips, you closed your eyes, expecting the boys to ridicule you. However, the jokes never came.

Instead, when you opened your eyes, they were all looking at you. They had curious looks in their eyes.

More than anything, they were just confused at what you meant.

As far as they could tell, there was nothing wrong with you. Sure, they’d never really paid too much attention toward what your body looked like under your clothes...with the exception of Patrick.

However, the idea that you were actually scared to show them was something else entirely. They could all be dicks in their own right, and they knew that but not to you.

The worst you had to deal with from them was a little bit of teasing and moodiness. Never would they actually make you feel bad about yourself. “Come on Y/N, We aren’t gonna say anything” Henry groaned, gesturing toward the lake below, that was just waiting for you to jump in.

You wanted nothing more than to just dive off the side of the cliff into the crystal waters below but you could hardly breathe. What they were asking you to do was nearly enough to make your heart stop.

“What if we don’t look?” Belch suggested, holding his hands up to cover his eyes. It was a childish suggestion, but might just be what you needed...strangely enough.

You nodded, waiting for the four of them to cover their wandering eyes before slowly stripping down right there in the open. If they had been anyone else, you would have just went home and given up but you had no reason to be scared of the guys.

They cared about you, no matter how cagey some of the members of the Bowers gang may have been about showing it. Hell, even Patrick was being a gentleman about this, holding his hands in front of his face as much as he didn’t want to.

You were giving him a chance to finally check out that rocking bod you had and you weren’t even going to let him...it was cruel. However, he understood that if you needed the privacy, he needed to give you that.

Maybe you’d show him later if he asked nicely, to reward him for his respect and patience in this instance.

A guy could only hope.

“Okay, I’m ready” you allowed, taking a deep breath. You kept your eyes closed, not wanting to see any of their reactions when they dropped their hands, though no one said anything.

Silence was a good sign, wasn’t it?

No one was laughing, so that was a plus.

When you opened your eyes, you half expected them to be gone, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, you found four teenage boys, all standing in their underwear, staring at you with wide eyes.

“What?” you wondered, not liking the silence the longer it persisted. The Bowers gang were known for being a group of loud mouth thugs and it wasn’t like them to be at a loss for words.

But there weren’t words for how each boy was feeling in turn.

They had been your closest friends since middle school but the idea of seeing you as anything more than one of the guys was never an option for them...until now.

You were very clearly, not one of the guys.

“How have you been keeping this from us for so long, sweetness?” Patrick asked, that sly grin finding its way onto his face the longer he admired every inch of your exposed flesh.

You shouldn’t have been shocked by that, with Patrick being the pervy, creep that you knew and loved but you were. Never in your life had you thought that they would actually be anything other than disgusted by you.

After having a look around however, you realized that they were very much not disgusted.

Henry looked as if his eyes may actually pop out of his skull, Vic was red in the face, and Belch couldn’t even look at you without feeling all flustered. It was almost funny.

“Don’t tease Pat, it isn’t funny” you pouted, folding your arms across your chest, which earned a slight groan from Henry, who was more or less drooling at this point.

The idea that he’d been driving around with you this whole time, with you looking like that, was killing him.

“Trust me, we know” he winked, adjusting himself in his shorts in a comical, and frankly cringey manner.

The only thing that saved it was the fact that he knew he was playing up the creep factor for your benefit, so you laughed.

“Alright, enough...Can we please go swimming now?” you begged, heading over to the edge of the cliff, getting ready for the best dive of your life.

When you hit the water, you knew that you’d never have to worry about your body around those boys ever again.

If you got that reaction every time you stripped down, perhaps you’d have to do it more often.

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Patrick Dating a Tall Girl

~You're tall

~Taller than most, if not all of the girls in Derry

~People would tease or make comments, but one day-they all just stopped

~You had no idea why, but you didn't complain

~Patrick, of course, was to blame

~He hated that people made you feel bad about something he thought was so awesome

~Would probably start stalking you, lowkey

~He couldn't help it

~He liked you but there was no way he could actually tell you that

~You were all legs, at least as far as he could tell, from afar...like, really far

~But you were perfect

~When he passed you in the hallway, he realized that you were still shorter than him, by just a tiny bit, which made him feel pretty good about himself

~He liked to tower over people but it was also nice to have someone who understood what it was like

~Assuming he stops being a creep and actually asks you out, he would definitely comment about your height himself

~But he makes sure that you know its a good thing

~However, If anyone else ever so much as looked in your direction, he would go off

~You two are a head taller than most everyone else, and he's obsessed with it, just having a good time with his girl

~Sharing clothes all the time (not really due to you being tall, just a Pat thing)

~The two of you wearing big boots sometimes just to scare the older people of Derry who have given up on you

~Patrick just loves you, though he's not super great about showing it. He just likes showing you off 100% of the time.

Bonus* Would go out of his way to show you off to the rest of the gang, all of whom you're taller than*

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Harmless Fun

Patrick Hockstetter x Plus size!reader Bowers Gang x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1867 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Richie had a crush on Eddie’s older sister, who just so happens to be dating Pat Hockstetter. The older boy is very territorial and decides to teach the younger man who you belong too.

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Richie'd had a huge crush on Eddie's older sister. He had for as long as he could remember but as of late, it was much worse.

You had fallen in with the wrong crowd and were making a series of mistakes that only served to fuel his obsession...no matter how hard he tried to fight it.

You would have been so much better off with him.

In truth, no one really knew what your deal was with the so called 'Bowers gang'.

You were one of the smartest kids in Derry, sure to graduation as the valedictorian, and one of the nicest too.

The only thing about you that didn't make any sense at all was why you spent all your time with Henry Bowers and his thugs.

Among the four of them, Patrick was your favorite. Everyone knew that if you were going to make one of them your boyfriend...it would be that long-ass psychopath that filled your tummy with butterflies.

And while that didn't serve to ease the strain Richie was under, there was something else that upset him more.

It was that laugh.

Your laugh was beautiful and would have easily been his favorite sound in the entire world but that wasn't the issue. It was the source of your laughter that bothered him, and it was almost constant.

If your laughter was heard across the courtyard, it was sure to be because Vic had made some clever jab at Pat or Belch was performing the ABC's again at full volume.

Richie knew one thing, and one thing only-whatever it was that had you so enamored with them, it made him crazy.

He became completely obsessed with what it was about them that drew you in, mostly because he didn't get it.

You weren't too much older than they were, three years tops, but you'd never given him a second look. It didn't make any sense.

He was a total Casanova and had been leaving you little clues all this time. You were just choosing to be blind to his crush because you were blinded by Patrick's long dark hair and Henry's biceps.

On cue, your fit of giggles erupted through the air, snapping Richie's attention toward you and only you. It was as if you were the only thing he was capable of seeing, like all other things and people surrounding you just ceased to exist.

"I hate it" he barked to his friends, his eyes locked on you from across the school yard. Patrick Hockstetter, a certified Neanderthal, has his arm thrown over your shoulder lazily...so comfortably.

Richie would have killed to be in that position with you. All he wanted was a chance but at this point, if he went anywhere near you it would be his head.

You were basically untouchable.

If Patrick, or God forbid, Henry found out about Richie's little crush, that would be the end of the line for him. They'd bury him in a shallow grave and you'd never even know he existed.

"Why? She's just a girl" Stan shrugged, clearly getting fed up with the lunch time conversation, no matter what, it always drifted back to you and he couldn't have been more over it.

All that got him was a gasp from the other boy, who clearly thought that his opinion on the matter was blasphemous. How could Stanley of all people not see the beauty that was you? It didn't make any sense. You were perfect and Richie was just trying to make sure his friends understood the gravity of the situation.

How did a goon like Patrick Hockstetter get with a total babe like you? He'd done the math and it just didn't make any sense.

"What do you mean just a girl? Y/N is so much more than that" he started, beginning his rant as he did every day. They all knew how he felt about you, but they weren't in the mood today.

Eddie more-so than anyone.

He'd heard it all before. He knew that his friends thought that you were pretty, but none of them were as brazen about it as Richie had always been. It was very clear that he'd had some less than PG thoughts regarding you and it was hard for him to be comfortable about it.

It was weird and made his skin itch.

However, nothing was going to happen between you two, Eddie was sure of that. You were much older than them, but even if you had been interested, Richie wasn't your type.

You had always liked greasy guys, as evidence by your last few boyfriends and at best, Richie was a geek. It wasn't going to happen, but that didn't stop the younger boy from dreaming.

He was in love with you, or at least...the idea of you and that was enough for him.

Until Pat noticed...

It wasn't too hard for him to connect the dots. He might not have been the smartest guy in the world but the one thing he knew for sure was how an interested man acted around a beautiful woman.

It was a craft that he'd perfected over years of watching Henry get rejected, and there was no mistaking it.

That was what made him so angry about the dreamy look on Richie's face whenever the two of you passed. He was in a difficult position because he was jealous, not because he thought that he had any competition, but because you belonged to him.

It was as simple as that.

You were Patrick's girlfriend, and no one was allowed to look at you like that, no matter who they were.

But that being said, someone was going to have to teach the kid a lesson.

"Hey pipsqueak" he growled, resting his long arm over the younger boys open locker. Richie instantly tensed, but was careful not to make it too obvious. Patrick thrived off of that kind of thing, and he wasn't going to give him that satisfaction.

The older man obviously wanted something, so he it was better to just get it out of the way so that he could go home. Patrick was never going to just go away on his own.

"What?" he groaned, expecting some stupid insult or a demand to take his belongings, either way, there was no point to all this talking.

The way Richie was acting was meant to speed up the whole process but all it served to do was make Patrick angry. He was already here to deal with something touchy about this kid, now he was going to have an attitude.

That wasn't going to go over well.

"I saw you making eyes at my girl, and if you wanna keep 'em four-eyes, I would suggest you stop" he spit, slamming the locker door closed, just narrowly missing the boy's fingers.

Fuck...he was dead.

"Listen Patrick, I didn't mean anything by it" he stammered, doing his best to just deny everything in hopes that he wouldn't kill him. He knew how territorial the older boy could be and he should have known that he would notice at some point.

The whole thing was a huge misunderstanding, or so he had decided to make Patrick believe.

He knew that he was most likely going to have to take a beating no matter what but maybe he could lie his way out of a black eye. "I j-just like her t-shirt, the Ramones are pretty good" he lied, holding his hands up in surrender.

That earned a laugh from the older boy, who found a lot of amusement out of the begging of nerds. It was hilarious, that all it took was a single words from him and Tozier was about to piss his pants.

How was he not supposed to laugh at that?

"Whatever loser" he grinned, pinning him to the locker harshly with his fist in the collar of his shirt. Richie knew that he looked pathetic at the moment, eyes wide but he didn't care.

Anyone that wasn't scared of Patrick Hockstetter was hardly human.

"PATRICK!"

Speaking of hardly human...it was you.

You had turned the corner into the hallway just in time to see your darling boyfriend terrorizing another freshman. Upon closer inspection, you realized that the freshman in question was your brother's friend Richie, and that just wasn't going to stand.

"What are you doing? Put him down" you ordered, stomping over to him, using your authoritative girlfriend voice. Usually, you would just let Patrick have his fun but he knew that your brother's friends were off limits.

That was all you asked of him, so he better have a damn good reason to be acting like an idiot instead of walking you to class.

"Come on baby, it was just harmless fun" he whined, winking at Richie before dropping him to the ground. He wanted the younger boy to know just how wrapped around his finger you were, whether you realized it or not.

He smiled when he turned back to you, wrapping an arm around your hip to pull you into his body.

Your curves fit perfectly against his own body and he made sure to make a bit of a production as he kissed you, dragging it out to torture the boy he'd left on the floor.

He was going to make sure that at the very least, he knew who you belonged to.

"Harmless fun?" you repeated, not believing him for a second. You knew he was trying to distract you with a kiss like that, but you weren't going to move on that quickly.

He was still in the dog house over that whole display.

"Keep it up and I'll make you apologize" you warned, only half joking as you turned away from him to help Richie from the floor.

As you bent over to give the boy a hand, Patrick took the opportunity to crack you across the ass with his hand but you ignored him. He was just playing a game with you, and you weren't going to let him get the best of you.

It was still lost on you completely that this whole display wasn't about you at all. Patrick was just marking his territory in front of the loser, making it clear that you were never going to be his.

"I'm sorry about him Richie, are you okay?" you asked, moving his hair from his face lightly as you scanned him for any sign of injury. As soon as you were satisfied with what you'd found, you let him be.

All he could do was nod, keeping his eyes on the ground.

He could feel Patrick's burning eyes on his body from behind you and the last thing he wanted to do was further anger the hulking troglodyte. He was just going to have to be more careful about admiring you from now on.

You weren't always going to be there to keep him from getting beat up, and maybe he wouldn't be so lucky next time.

At the very least, he knew that you care about him a little bit and for now, that was more than enough to keep his crush alive.

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plus-size-reader · 6 years

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Vampire Bat

Patrick Hockstetter x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1407 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader loses a black shirt at Patrick’s house, and spends all day looking for it in the mass of black clothes her boyfriend already owns.

I tried to stay true to his character while still making it cute, I don’t know if it’s any good but I’m going to keep trying with him until it’s right

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"Pat!" You groan, tossing all of your clothes all around the room, trying your hardest to find the t-shirt you were searching for. It was proving to be impossible, between your clothes and his, this was going to take you all day. "Patrick" you called again, this time turning around with intent to find him though you nearly slammed into his lanky frame.

"What can I do for you my little vampire bat?" He asked, his voice in a throaty chuckle, he was kidding but earned himself a smack in the shoulder regardless. "I can't find any of my clothes because yours are everywhere" you huff, crossing your arms across your chest as you scanned the pile of various items, all tossed around the room randomly.

Patrick took a moment, considering your words. He genuinely looked like he was going to help you...for three seconds, and then his smirk was back on those livery lips you loved so much. "So just wear mine" he supplements, throwing himself backwards onto the bed, landing with a soft thud.

You frowned, turning to look at him, he was serious. He genuinely through that was a good suggestion to make instead of helping you look. "First of all, I can't even fit in anything you own...you monkey man" you scoff, sinking to your knees as you continued sifting through piles. Part of you was worried he may have retaliated for your comment but you silenced that part hurriedly, unfortunately for you.

Pat quietly snuck over to your side and wrapped his arms around your body, his head falling into the crease of your neck. Just as you started to relax, your boyfriend betrayed you as he picked you up in his arms and swung you around on the floor, so you were stuck in his lap. He was clearly having a great time, enjoying your alarmed little whimpers as you held to his chest as best you could.

"Dick!" You squealed, smacking his shoulder again though you couldn't help but giggle as he continued laughing as if it was the funniest thing to have ever happened to him. Your boyfriend, above all else, was very easily amused and as much as he cared for you, your fear was hilarious. "You should have seen your face" he chuckled, grasping at his chest to keep from laughing even harder.

"Yeah, it was fucking hilarious, now can you please help me?" You begged, giving up on your search momentarily. There were way too many clothes to actually find your shirt in such a mess.

Pat took a moment to think it over, his long, pale finger tapping away at his chin as he studied your face. "And what do I get if I help you?" He asked, that devilish smirk finding its way onto his handsome face almost instantly. You should have seen that coming, and you knew what he wanted. "Tell you what" you grin, leaning into him as best you could with your legs crossed until your lips were pressed to the shell of his ear.

All it took were a few R-rated promises and he was down, right alongside you with his hands searching through handfuls of shirts and pants...all pitch black in color. It would have been so much easier if you owned a garment any other color but that wasn't going to happen.

Your shirts were larger than his, though his were longer so it was basically all balanced out to the same amount of cloth. Eventually, you sighted, flopping down backwards into Patrick's lap, in the most dramatic way possible. "Hey there sexy" he hummed, that devilish smirk printed permanently on his lips as he regarded you. "Shove it Hockstetter, this is your fault" you pout, your voice full of childish spite.

And it was, if he knew how to take care of his laundry, it would have never gotten mixed up with yours in the first place. "My fault? You're mistaken Y/N, it's your shirt" he hummed, running his big hands through your unruly hair with relish, just enjoying the feel of your locks in his hardened palms. He loved the brief moments that you allowed yourself to be a genuine mess beneath him because it happened so rarely. You were always so high strung and perfect that he loved messing you up a bit.

It all had something to do with the sick little fantasies he had swimming around in his skull, not that he'd bring that up now. He had to find your shirt first before he earned any sort of reward and he knew that. "Okay Up! I have a shirt to find" he bellowed, kneeling above one of the last piles on the floor, if it wasn't there, then it was gone forever.

His taking the last stack meant that you were allowed to just sit back and enjoy his feverish searching for a moment. It was always entertaining for you to exercise your power against Pat because he so rarely allowed it but with you, he would do anything; though he'd rather die than admit it to the guys.

The last thing in the world Patrick wanted was for his gang to think he was some kind of a bitch, and you didn't mind that he was pretty guarded with his affection, if it could even be called that. You knew that he cared about you, even if he didn't feel the need to show it. It just wasn't in his nature.

Right now, the only thing you cared about was finding your stupid shirt. There was no way to be sure where it had been thrown but with a perfectly motivated Patrick on your side, you were sure it would be found in the next few minutes.

Sure enough, he stood from the floor, his tall, lanky frame unfolding completely as he turned toward you, a goofy grin on his face. "You're welcome" he hummed, holding the article in question out to you on the tip of his finger.

It wasn't every day that you ransacked the whole room just to find your clothes, but it was all worth it to find your favorite tee in Patrick's mess of belongings. You sighed in relief or exhaustion you couldn't be sure and smiled up at him. "My knight in shining armor" you smirked, only half kidding.

You had promised him a reward for his help and you did intend to pay up, but not before making him work for it. "Thanks Pat" your voice was deep and sultry, probably the sexiest that Patrick had heard it in a long time, instantly causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end.

He'd been expecting your gratitude but what he wasn't expecting was your arms around his neck, which you used to pull him down to your height. Patrick wasn't the lovey-dovey type but you weren't really giving him much of a choice as far as affection was concerned. You basically had him held hostage for whatever loving you felt like giving him.

"I love you hot stuff" you cooed, pressing a feverish kiss to his lips, which were just waiting a few inches from your own. Patrick rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to call you out on being a huge dork. He cared for you but there were so many things going on in his head that it was hard for him to isolate what kind of feelings they were really. "Yeah yeah, love you too vampire bat" he allowed, kissing you again, his greedy hands playing at the edge of your t-shirt.

You could feel his fingers searching for your bare flesh beneath it before finally grazing over your soft stomach. "If I take this shirt off, I'm putting the other one on" you tried, letting him lift the fabric over your head, a hum leaving his throat as he looked over you. Your body was so perfect, and Patrick could spend all day just feeling you, could and would if you gave him the time.

"Try it" he whispered, daring you to make a move, knowing full well you weren't going to do that. You had been waiting this whole time for that shirt to come off, whether you admitted it to him or not. "You're right, maybe off is better" you grinned, flopping backwards on your bed, waiting for your moody lover to join you.

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Out of His Mind

Henry Bowers x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1669 words

Warnings: language?

Summary: Henry has a crush.

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It should have come as no surprise to anyone that you were the way you were.

After all, living with Patrick your whole life meant that you figured it out or he would have probably smothered you with a pillow by now. It was no secret that Patrick was standoffish and violent, everyone in all of Derry knew that.

What they didn’t know was that he, in no way, rivalled your hatred of the entirety of the human race.

The two of you were clearly related through that alone, though that was about as far as the similarity went.

Where Patrick was a textbook psychopath, deriving joy from any form of suffering, you didn’t seem to find it in anything. You were just angry all the time.

As best he could tell, you always had a disgusted grimace on your beautiful face, keeping to yourself whenever possible, unless you had some venom to spit in Henry’s direction.

...And for whatever reason, you had him all twisted up inside.

It didn’t make any sense, seeing as Henry had never felt that way about anyone but whenever he was around you, he felt ill, in the best way.

It was like a spell had been cast on him, and it made him even more dumb than before. The worst part of all though, was that you somehow remained absolutely blind to it.

That, or you didn’t care.

For the longest time, he was sure that you hated him and maybe you still did. In any case, nothing could keep his stomach from doing cartwheels whenever you were together.

Together being a term used lightly.

Really, you only ever spent time with the ‘Bowers gang’ when you absolutely had to but that was more than enough for Henry to be sure.

There was just something about you.

...And he was determined to figure out what it was.

Today, Patrick offered to have the guys come over after school, suggesting they fuck around at the quarry for a while before hitting the town. Your parents weren’t going to be home, after all, so they agreed.

Which meant that as soon as Henry and the others entered your house, you knew about it. No one else had a key to the side door of the garage.

“What are you losers doing here?” you groaned, rolling your eyes from where you were sitting on the couch, watching bored as Belch chucked something at Vic, narrowly missing his head.

It brought a small smile to your face, which you were quick to force back down. Perhaps if it had actually met its target, you would have laughed.

Luckily, Belch’s aim was about as good as his grade in chemistry. “We thought we’d come spend time with you. s’that okay?” Henry started, noticing the way your eyes lingered on his for only a moment before you looked away.

You didn’t even bother to answer him, though you didn’t have much of a chance anyway before Patrick swung around the corner and lobed a coke can at your head.

“We’re going to the quarry, you wanna come or is that stick lodged too far up your ass?” he cackled, not even seeming to care one bit that the can could have burst all over the place.

Though, to be fair, you cared about as much when you tossed it right back at him, hitting the wall just behind him.

“You’re a fucker, Pat!” you growled, that mischievous glint in your eyes making it hard to tell if you were really upset with him or not.

It wasn’t until you stood from where you’d been sitting that it registered to Henry that you could potentially be coming with them. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but for some reason, it made his palms sweat.

You hadn’t come with them to the quarry for quite some time, and the five of you weren’t kids anymore.

“Let’s go. I’ll leave all your asses here” you barked, having apparently decided you’d be going before heading out the door, not bothering to wait for any of them.

Without missing a beat, all four boys followed, leaving Henry to bring up the back, his hands feverishly wiping at his jeans.

He tried to convince himself that this wasn’t going to be that big of a deal, and that there was no reason he should be nervous, but that wasn’t doing him much good.

Really, the more he tried to stop thinking about you, the more his mind snapped right back to you, sitting in the backseat.

Henry was trying his best to be casual in his admiration, watching in the right side mirror as you fiddled mindlessly with the fraying knees of Vic’s jean but if he wasn’t careful, he was going to get caught.

Honestly, Belch had already taken note of the way Henry studied you but chose to keep it to himself.

Pointing out something like that would not only subject him to Henry’s anger, but also yours and Patricks and that wasn’t something he was willing to deal with right now.

So, he turned up the music on the radio and kept driving down the road until he pulled up to the private confines of the woods around the quarry.

“Did you bring a bathing suit Squirt, or what?” Patrick asked, much too late to have actually been of help to anyone, going so far as to use that terrible nickname.

If looks could kill, he would have been dead already.

“No, I’m not stripping down in front of your pervy friends dipshit” you huffed, shooting Belch a wink from where he was looking at you from the rearview.

It was all in good fun of course, but mostly, it was just payback for Patrick being Patrick.

“Yeah right, like any of these guys would wanna touch you with a ten foot pole” your brother jabbed, your full on sibling bickering filling the backseat in a matter of minutes.

Really, it was just a number of thinly veiled threats and insulting one another's mother even though she was the same woman. Neither of you cared for technicalities.

Patrick was a bitch and you only wanted to make sure he knew that about himself.

That was all that happened from the time Belch parked the trans am to the time when Patrick and the others were all diving off that cliff into the water below.

You chose to remain perched on a rock, letting what little sun you could tolerate to bathe your skin. It wasn’t until you heard a twig snap behind you that you perked up, taking notice to the fact that someone was clearly out here. As best you knew, the guys were still in the lake.

Still, you wouldn’t have put it past your shithead brother to try and toss you over the side while you were too relaxed to notice.

Though, when you actually turned around, it wasn’t Patrick standing where the sound had come from. It was Henry.

“What are you doing? Sneaking around like a creeper” you asked, rolling your eyes before leaning back down against the rocks. You would never admit it, but you were most comfortable around Henry.

He was a no shit kind of guy, which you could respect, but he wasn’t downright vile like your hellspawn sibling was. He was a good middle ground and you could respect that.

Not that you wanted him watching you from the woods in any case.

“I wanted to ask you something,” Henry started, watching you crack one eye open slightly to look at him, silently prompting him to continue.

You had never had patience for idle small talk. If he had something to say, he could do so without wasting precious seconds of your life.

“Without the other guys” he clarified, briefly waiting for you to point out that it was a given before punching him so hard in the bicep with those rings you wore that he’d have to leave.

...But that never came.

You just sat there, bathing in the sun like a cold blooded predator, waiting for him to get on with it.

Henry had to swallow thickly before speaking, taking in how peaceful and gentle you looked when you were relaxed. He assumed it was a Hockstetter thing, because Pat damn near slept like a baby.

The whole lot of you were sneaky bastards though, so he didn’t trust it for a second.

“You wanna see a movie sometime? Or get a burger? Just us” he asked, earning a snort from you immediately though you stopped laughing as soon as you saw him.

The sight you opened your eyes to was almost alarming.

Henry, shit-talking, knife slinging Henry Bowers, looked like a scared little puppy. You had never seen him anxious or worried before but even you didn’t have it in your heart to tease him.

He was being serious.

“Like a date?” you clarified, genuinely confused for a second. Why would Henry want to go out with you? By all accounts, you were personality deficient, and that was a badge of honor you wore proudly.

...But no one in their right mind would sign up for that willingly.

Maybe that was the whole point though, maybe that was what it was about Henry that you found so strangely endearing. He was out of his damn mind.

When he nodded, you made up your mind.

He was absolutely deranged, fully crazy, but you were just about the same. “Sure, I’ll let you buy me a milkshake some time” you shrugged, closing your eyes again as your way of shooing him away.

You both knew that if he didn’t get back to his friends, they’d come looking for him and whatever he had going on, that wasn’t a good look.

Not that he cared right now.

Henry got the date, and you didn’t even spit on him when he asked. By all accounts, that was a success in his mind.

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Her

Beverly Marsh x Plus size!reader

Word Count:1745 words

Warnings: confession

Summary: Reader is Henry Bowers sister and he finds out she has a crush on Beverly

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Henry made it his personal business to make sure that you were completely and totally taken care of at any given time. However, there were just some things that he had never prepared for.

Your first real crush was at the top of that list.

Never in a million years had you two had the conversation about boys, or in your case, girls.

...And you weren’t really itching to, if you were being honest.

There worst thing in the world, as far as you were concerned, would be if Butch and Henry found out the truth about her. Though, it was really only a matter of time before it came out.

After all, you could hardly function right around her, and it was sort of shocking that no one had put the pieces together up until this point.

It wasn’t exactly something you were good at hiding.

However, there was one day in particular that brought the whole thing into the light, and there was no going back after that.

Belch and the guys were taking you home from school when they decided to pull over at the kissing bridge, on a hunch that their favorite gang of misfits was somewhere in the brush.

And, as always, they were right.

That only meant that when you chose to tag along, you found yourself face-to-face with her, and the rest of the Losers club. Great.

This wasn’t going to end well.

You kept to yourself most of the time, keeping your eyes locked on the dirt beneath your shoes with your hands behind your back. You knew better than to let your eyes wander up to her face.

It would only make it worse.

Instead, you chose to ignore the insults Henry and the others spewed in their direction and stayed quiet. It was the only way you could get through this without slipping up.

If Patrick or someone else saw you ogling her in front of everyone, that would be game over. Though, perhaps you didn’t give yourself enough credit for how much you didn't care.

After all, when Henry turned his attention to the redhead in question, you found yourself speaking up on her behalf without even meaning to.

“Shut up!”

It was rather innocent, all things considered, but in the context, you were going to die. The implication that Henry had just made, about her being the easiest girl to get with in Derry, just didn’t sit well with you.

However, as soon as it happened, you wanted to die.

...Like, literally.

In an instant, all eyes were on you and you couldn’t breathe.

“Everything okay?” Henry asked, his voice softened slightly when he addressed you, but not by enough to actually make you feel better. You couldn’t make him look like a pussy in front of the gang, so you nodded.

“I just want to go home, I have homework to get done” you lied, shrugging as if that was enough to warrant the sort of reaction you had just had to their little exchange.

Now, Henry knew that you were lying to him.

Of course he did.

All your lives, it had just been the two of you and Butch, so he had picked up on quite a bit of your tells, and it was impossible for him to miss what you were doing.

Though, he didn’t out you right there with everyone around. He knew that if he waited until you were both home, you would be more likely to tell him what actually caused such an issue.

So, he nodded this time, thinking over your words for a second before snapping for the boys to follow him back to the car.

The losers club wasn’t going anywhere, so there would be plenty of opportunities to torment them without you there to witness it. They all knew that, not to mention the fact that no one was in the mood to deal with big brother Bowers.

Not that that led to another other than a silent car ride.

You didn’t have anything to say for yourself, sitting against the back drivers side window of the Trans Am, Victor on your right side. Usually, he sat in that spot, but Henry didn’t want Hockstetter anywhere near you.

He had no illusions about what kind of creep his best friend was, after all.

“‘You coming back out?” Belch asked, directing his question at Henry while pulling up to your house. Normally, they would have just dropped you off and left again.

...But not today.

Today, Henry had already made up his mind that he had to be a big brother first, and everything else could wait so he shook his head.

“Nah, you guys go on without me. I’ve got shit to do” he shrugged, getting out unceremoniously, slamming the door behind him with little care for his friends’ personal property.

That was it, but that didn’t, in any way, lessen the panic you were experiencing. If anything, knowing Henry was going to stay in tonight made you feel worse because you knew he’d have questions.

Questions that you just weren’t ready to answer.

Without looking back, you headed to your bedroom as quickly as you could, entering the house casually knowing that Butch wouldn’t be home until late. If you were lucky, you could make it there without Henry stopping you-

“Hey-”

No such luck.

“Yeah?” you hummed, turning back toward him without stopping your quick steps, hoping that he just wanted to call you a dipshit or something so you could get on with your life.

However, Henry had woken up on the right side of the bed today, and he wasn’t feeling dismissive or angry. If anything, he was worried about you today more than usual.

Which meant you were about to have a conversation...

A very awkward conversation

“What was that today? And don’t lie” he tutted, catching you before the thought could even cross your mind. That was the worst part of being Henry’s sister, as far as you were concerned, sometimes he cared and sometimes he didn’t.

But when he did, that was the only thing he could focus on until he figured out the cause.

“Nothing. I just don’t like you guys roughing up kids in front of me” you decided, Henry knew they were all in your grade, and it only made you look back when he acted that way.

It wasn’t a lie.

Not that Henry was satisfied by that.

“Okay, what else?” he hummed, following you into your room now to sit down beside you on your bed. There was something else, he just knew there was.

He just had to dig down deep enough to figure out what it was.

You sighed.

Henry was safe. If there was anyone you could trust with this, it was Henry, the guy who had quite literally taken a punch or ten for you, but you were scared.

You had heard him tormenting other kids about their preferences in this regard and you were terrified that would all change once you were honest with him.

...That could happen, right?

Nothing said Henry always had to protect you, not when it came to something like this.

“Come on kid, I don’t got all day” he teased, watching you think it all over in the silence. Whatever it was that was bothering you, it had to be pretty serious.

After all, you never got this way with him unless it had something to do with Butch and Henry knew it wasn’t that. Butch hadn’t laid his hands on you in months since Henry got in a fight with him over it.

He had nearly been hospitalized after that.

Fine, here goes nothing.

You took a deep breath, doing your best not to throw up all over the carpet. You had been hiding this deep inside for so long, that it didn’t seem right to just say it out loud.

Though, you knew you would have to eventually.

“I like her”

It was hardly the way you had thought it over in your head, but in that moment, it was all you could think of. It was the only words you could force your mouth to make.

...And Henry could work with that.

He was confused, sure, but any jokes or cruel jabs he could have thought up didn’t even come to mind as he looked at you. You were his baby sister, and looking after you was his job.

You were his responsibility, and he wasn’t a monster. This was clearly hard on you, and he wasn’t about to make you feel bad about it. Knowing you, you would probably cry, and he wasn’t prepared to deal with that today.

So, he nodded instead.

“Who? That Ska-” he started, stopping himself before he could rip on her again, just in case that was who you were talking about. You hadn’t taken that well the first time.

“Beverly” you supplemented, rolling your eyes at him. It was the first time you had really called her by her name out loud, but it felt good. Especially in this context.

Maybe this would convince Henry to stop acting so harshly to her.

“Right. The redhead” he nodded a few times, thinking it over in his head. It was something he hadn’t been anticipating, but it wasn’t that big of a deal, not really.

Shit, he liked girls too so he couldn’t blame you.

“Okay, kid”

There was silence for a second. You didn’t have the words to fill the space after airing the biggest secret you’d ever had and Henry was just trying his best to find it within himself to be the big brother you deserved.

He might not have been the best out there, but he had always done his best where you were concerned, and that wasn’t going to change now.

“Anyone fucks with you at school, and I’ll kill ‘em. Deal?” he decided finally, offering you a hand to shake which you did after a second. It was the best he could come up with and you didn’t mind.

Henry was your brother, and you knew he would always have your back, even when he may not have understood.

“Deal” you smiled, taking his hand in your own and giving it a shake before leaning in to give him a tight side hug.

Now you just had to figure out how to actually talk to Beverly.

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