#victor criss fanfiction

[girlystories]

Being the Bowers gang girl

Both platonic & romantic headcanons. includes all members.

addition warnings: swearing, bullying, very few depictions of sexism, few derogatory names, toxicity, abusive parenting.

words: 2.6k

this was entirely inspired by z0mbiekittyy, so please check them out!

Meeting/joining the gang

you were at first the quiet, loner girl who kept to herself, only having a few acquaintances, with very few friends.

it wasn't because you were a loser. only the opposite. everyone wanted to become friends with you or get to know you in some way but you never let anyone get close.

everyone had heard of you of course. when they realized you were different they stopped trying to read you or make their mind about you.

that was until greta keene couldn't get enough. she hated the attention you got. so one day she started spreading rumors about you.

it was relatively easy, since no one knew you enough to disprove them in any way. one word went to another and everyone in town now started talking shit about you.

despite that, you didn't care. you had your mind somewhere else. popularity and school drama weren't your thing.

you didn't mind hearing the remarks spat at you when you wandered the halls or when you were in class. you were completely and utterly unbothered.

word got fast that it even reached the all too feared bowers gang.

you were making your way to biology class when you were shoved against a locker, all your books falling one by one on the floor.

"well well well, if it isn't derry's most favored whore", henry was the first to indulge in the act.

he was followed by vic, or – as he liked to refer to him as his 'right-man', "hey, hank. why haven't we ever tried to mess with her before?"

you tried to back up slowly, but your back hit against another frame. when you looked up your eyes met with a pair of green ones, followed by an unsettling smile.

it seemed like no one noticed what was happening – or in better words, no one gave a shit about what was happening.

"dont worry, [name], we're not gonna kill you, jeez," belch revealed.

that made henry groan and turn his head towards his friend. "shut up."

patrick, still behind you, held onto your shoulders, which was very easy due to his height. "or we will, you will find out soon."

"both of you shut up," henry silenced them before it could escalate to something else. "so, how about you come with us for a ride? ya'know, get some air n' stuff."

"you mean like skipping school?", you asked.

"why? are you scared? I'm sure your reputation is as shitty as it can get. can't get any worse than that. even ours is better."

you shrugged, and just decided to follow them. just as you sat at your seat – between vic and patrick, you couldn't make out the read ahead of you, as they were driving recklessly. where you were, you hadn't the slightest clue.

they were laughing and howling, sometimes shouting at the drives passing by.

you? well, you were scared shitless. you clung onto your seat belt, and holding back the urge to start shrieking.

after a while you got used to it and had to admit deep down it was kinda fun.

when you stopped, you realized you were at a junkyard. they prepared a fire when the sun began to set down and opened some bottles of beer.

as you all circled around the fire you began to talk about whatever. you also found yourself to... tolerate them. or, better yet, even enjoy their company.

before you knew it, little by little you hang more and more with them, slowly becoming one of them. it was the first time you were a part of something. they felt like home and you could trust them, despite the hardships and more extreme emotional outbursts.

your reputation got even worse but you didn't care. you had found your people.

Activities

other than hanging out in the junkyard, you guys do other stuff (of course).

it's like you all live together, while you also don't. frequent sleepovers, meet-ups on each other houses take place, ect.

vic once convinced you all to go camping a few towns away. despite being the one who recommended the idea, he ended up despicing it. on the other hand, patrick who hated the idea ended up having the most fun. scaring vic by hiding bugs in his tent and pretending he was hearing bears or wolves. belch had enough and kept demanding they'd stop fighting, while you kept laughing at vic's reactions everytime. you never went camping again.

every morning belch picks everyone in order, first henry, then patrick, then you, and lastly – the sleeping queen himself: vic.

then, you make a stop at the local diner, everyone choosing their own specific order that the waitress had already memorized.

unless vic had a hangover from the party the day before, he wouldn't stop complaining about who-knows-what.

sometimes, when you were really bored, you'd go out of town in search of abandoned places, owning them for a while until someone else found them and ruined them almost immediately.

it was expected and common sense you'd show up at ever party. then you all would split for a while but meet up in order to leave. belch was in priority not to drink or get high until anyone else got a license. that's what you all agreed on but that possiblility seemed unlikely.

at school you avoided bullying anyone, but giving up on trying to stop them from terrosizing another kid since it was the only thing they ignored you on. the only time you fought back was to defend yourself. not that you needed to, but because you wanted them to know that you weren't as incompetent as you seemed.

when you had the change you'd shoot empty beer bottles with henry's dad's gun.

Henry Bowers

you and henry would share your deep wounds together. him about his alcoholic and insane old man, and you about your hard time fitting in, both in family and friends.

you would joke around, but to an extent. if you said the wrong thing he'd refuse to speak to you for days, weeks or maybe even months – depending how much it affected him. if he was too stubborn, vic would have to somehow find a way to talk him out of his bitchy attitude.

despite him trying to seem hard-shelled, deep down he was very sensitive. he knew you knew that, and he hated it. it was the only thing he hated about you except the fact that tend to be pushy sometimes.

he had never cried in front the guys, but one day he couldn't hold back when he was only with you. it happened only once, but he still feels humiliated about it and hopes you'd never bring it up. he made you swore to never tell anyone.

butch seemed to like you for a reason, only approving of you from the gang. he hated the rest. when you find yourself at their house, he'd warmly greet you.

at first he and patrick made a lot of sexist joke about you. later when he noticed you went silent you, he started using them less, only saying them once or twice.

always offers you cigarettes, and makes sure to buy your favorites.

sometimes (when he's not in a shitty mood) he pays for your food when you go at the diner without saying a word or giving you the chance to convince him otherwise.

all good things considered, let's be honest here cuz we all know he has more negative that good qualities.

for example; gets jealous super easily and gets mad at you for it, making you apologize for something that isn't your fault.

NEVER admits he's wrong. ever.

when you have a different opinion he tells you to shut up or straight up threatens you.

needs a lot of attention, while also can't have on his tail all the time, making him indecisive and confusing.

sometimes doesn't realize you need help and leaves you deal with your problems alone while you clearly do need some sort of hand.

still, you always have a way to be together again, unable to keep any distance between you both. on weekends you usually take the bus to his house, helping him with the choses around the farm.

Vic Criss

you and vic already knew each other from middle school. you were in the same class and he used to help you with homework.

then, when kids started growing up through that phase everybody did about that sort of rivalry against girls and boys. because of that, your 'friendship' fell apart.

you weren't really friends back then but you could've been.

he never admitted it but he always stared at you from away, wishing you would somehow start talking to each other again.

he was the one who convinced henry to approach you that day. the idea popped into his mind just as those rumors started going around.

he was glad henry agreed. even though he always did, he was anxious of saying no. later, he lied to you, saying it was henry's idea instead and that first interaction you had with him was henry's way of being kind (despite calling you a 'whore').

you and vic were close, in a different way you were with the others. he understood you better and he was very good at telling advice. he was also fun gossiping with. definitely the best when having a sleepover. the others found him annoying or bitchy about it, but with you he was himself.

he also was kinda subtle about his true personality, not showing his true small but intresting quirks only you knew.

speaking of gossiping, almost every weekend he crashed at your place, the excuse being his siblings giving him a headache, while his mom being 'a pain in the ass'.

everytime he had a problem with the others you would be the first to know. he was still henry's 'right-man', but sometimes henry was, well... henry.

at parties he'd get wasted and you'd be 100% sure he'd be found in the bathroom pucking his guts out.

you guys are so close he would be showering while you were doing your business at the toilet, gossiping about everything single detail.

still sometimes helps you with school after some persuation, but keeps reminding you that 'he is not your tutor'.

loves braiding your hair when you're hanging out, especially during class when it's something super boring (even for him).

Patrick Hockstetter

you were honestly pretty scared of patrick at first, and most definitely the only one from the gang who gave you the creepes.

the alligations weren't few, to say the least, and at first you kept your distance from him.

he also didn't try to make a move on you, which you found stange, yet grateful. maybe henry threatened him or something. either way you were considerably on good terms with patrick.

one day at school, while you were waiting for the other three to come at your usual spot during break, he offered you a cigarette. you received it with gratitude, since it was rare for an offer coming from patrick. he even stricked up a conversation, which was... maybe a bit thought provoking.

then he smirked – that one charismatic he wore when you would stop being able to read his mind. he was like a puzzle, but most pieces were missing or switched with incorrect ones. "are the rumors true?", he asked, closing his zippo with a 'click' after he light your cigarette.

"i dont think that you care if they're true or not," you answered back, the tobacco filling your lungs with nicotine.

clouds of smoke escaped his nostrils with each chuckle. "maybe."

on your ride home Black Sun Morning by Screaming Trees was playing from the radio and you found yourself singing alongside patrick. he rose his brows, "you know 'em?"

"duh, of course."

the next day on the ride to school, instead of gossiping with vic you ended up having a deep conversation with patrick about music. you never imagined that you'd be having a conversation about art with him of all people.

since then, you hit it off well. he stopped using sexist comments as well, and even attempted physical contact at the diner, brushing his fingers against your hair. when he realized you let him or try to stop him, he smiled to himself.

in the end you were usually seen together, you sitting on his lap during breaks or at the gym stands, in the car or diner. he would wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. it was making the others sick.

sometimes you attempted to help him with homework, but he only agreed so you could just hangout. he wasn't really interested in attending college. the thing he was good at was certainly playing the guitar. both bass and lead guitar. vic jokes about him making a band but it something told you he didn't view it as a light joke.

one day he invited you to his house to show you his vinyls and discs. that's when you met his mother and was pretty surprised to find out she was vietnamese. he made sure to never speak vietnamese around you or the others.

when meeting you he became less... interested at the fridge at the junkyard, viewing it less and less. maybe therapy was starting to work out? even for a tiny bit.

extremely protective of you, especially at parties. makes sure to keep an eye out even though you wouldn't know it.

Belch Huggins

belch was the most chill and the most independent one of the gang. aways making sure everything was in check and going smoothly. it was no surprise he was super welcome to you and tried to make you at ease the first few weeks, asking you if you were okay or needed a ride home.

is a gentleman, of course. doesn't tolerance any disrespect towards you, no matter how small it may seem to you.

offeres to pay for you when going out, no matter how many times you don't let him.

one time you both got so drunk you couldn't stop laughing; your bellys hurting and your eyes filled with tears while your faces were bright red. it made henry mad (as usual) but it's a memory you'd never forget. you had no way to get back home, though.

on fridays you watch him play basketball, sitting at the stands, and smoking and encouraging him. sometimes vic or patrick came too, but it was very rarely.

he offers you the ball but you immediately decline, being reminded of the day the ball hit you in the face after you missed your shot.

you requested him to teach you how to drive, which was a bad idea honestly. at first you didn't understand his instructions at all, but when he asked you if you had any questions you lied saying 'no'. after that instead of stepping on going forward you accidentally went backwards, almost crashing his beloved trams-am that he named 'daisy'. then you turned the wheel too far, almost falling at a ditch before he saved you two.

swore that you'd never get a license in your life and forbid you anywhere near the wheel, not even the passengers seat.

his dad owes a workshop, fixing cars. he helped too, supporting him in any way he could. you also helped him here and there while he taught you the basics and answered any questions you had.

he promised that he'd let you fix a car entirely on your own without his help. he said he'd also let you keep it for free.

you have a drawer contained only of belch's clothes. at first you'd ask him to try his sweatshirts on. then you'd complain you were cold and he'd sigh, saying you could give it back another day. but you never did.

you loved it when he gave you biggyback rides. his, especially. he could never refuse, despise how tired he was.

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[sixxteenbullets]

HIDDEN AWAY-

Saw smth the other day and I can't stop thinking about it.

Pairing: Henry Bowers x fem!innocent!reader

Warnings: u and Henry getting walked in on by Patrick, being watched doin yk, swearing, sexual themes.

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HENRY Bowers had a girl that was the opposite of him. She was a kind, sweet soul and he wanted to keep her that way. He knew exactly who he was and who his friends were, so to keep up with his goal, he needed her to stay away from his friends. The issue sounded easy to defeat, if his friends were normal.

Two boys, Belch and Vic, he trusted enough to stay away from her. After all, they weren't really ever interested in defying Henry. Though, Patrick was a piece of work. As much as he loved innocence, he loved pushing limits. He was tall, obsessed with pyro, and a sadist to the bone. That was exactly the kind of person Henry needed his girl to stay away from. Someone who could tear away her joy, make her sad and scared, and strip her of her kindness, turning her timid and quiet. He'd seen her that way once, during a bad fight, and he swore to keep her from those feelings for as long as he could. Only he could break her down.

"Hey Hen," Y/n smiled at him, her white teeth shining as bright as ever. "You called."

"Old man ain't gonna be home tonight," He pushed himself off of his bed and sauntered over to her. "Was thinking you could stay?"

She didn't have an ideal home life, either. She wasn't beat, like Henry, and she still had both of her parents, but they were mean. Driven by religion, the girl didn't get to choose her own path very often, and a lot of her decisions were made for her. That was part of why she kept her innocence. There was nothing she could do to break it.

"Yeah, totally." She walked closer to him, meeting him in the middle of his room, and wrapped her arms around his neck. His arms looked around her waist and they were pulled flush against each other. As their lips met, a bubbly giggle escaped her throat and she smiled against his mouth. His face remained straight, but the sound of her giddiness woke such a fierce happiness within him, it was hard to keep from giggling back at her.

"So what do you want to do tonight?" A mere whisper, barely audible. His eyes widened slightly as they met the ones that stared up at him. She never spoke like this. It was just a simple question, but there was a passion behind her words that she never had before. They had been dating for a month, and she typically pushed away his sexual advances, so when she made her own, he knew this was not something to pass up.

His hands ever so slightly lowered on her waist, resting on the peak of her butt. When she put up no objections, they lowered and he gave a small squeeze, which triggered another giggle. Just as he was about to say something suggestive, her lips crashed into his open mouth, and their tongues danced in harmony for a minute before he pulled away for a breath.

Her head leaned up to follow him, objecting to the end of their kiss, but she soon realized her own lack of breath. "What are you doing?"

"I want you." There was absolutely no sign of hesitation in her voice. Every bit of every word dripped with a lust that sounded foreign on her tongue. "Every inch."

He had heard enough. He had been waiting for over a month to hear her ask for him. To finally give herself to him.

Every fiber of his being itched to go fast, to shove her onto his bed and hear her screams as she cried his name. To hear the innocence dissolve from her voice, and only a sinful, whimpering cry would be left. But he didn't think she would like that just yet, so he willed his body to go slow, to pace himself and be gentle as he stole something sacred from her.

"I want you to be rough. Show me every side of you tonight. The good the bad and the parts you never let anyone see. You can have my body if I can have your soul." She always did that. Talk in poetic speeches, using grammer he's completely stranger to. And he loved it just as much as he loved seeing the passion in her eyes as every word spoke it's truth.

They were on the bed in no time, and her request rang through his ears. She wanted everything. And he would give her his life if he could.

Two shirts were thrown on the floor, one pair of pants, and one pair of shorts. Two half naked bodies desperately grinded into each other, craving release from the heat in their cores. Legs intertwined just as fingers did and the two eventually became one. One drawn out moan, one long kiss, one burning desire.

There was something artistic about the way two humans behaved in times of desperation. The way she would whimper and gasp when a particularly sensitive part of her body was touched, and he would see this and use it to his advantage. The way his mouth would open in a silent moan as she rubbed against him, creating a friction they'd never get enough of. Even with underwear on, they behaved wildly, leaving no room for any matter to interfere.

Somewhere in their passion, a door, forgotten to be locked, creaked open to reveal a few rather shocked faces. Not shocked to see their friend with a girl, but shocked to see him with a girl such as Y/n. Especially shocked that a girl like her didn't wear little pink cotton panties, but adorned a black lace thong instead.

The bigger male and the blond turned away, obviously not wanting to get their asses beat for the intrusion. But Patrick stayed for a minute. His eyes traced every inch of her body, and once he had seen enough, a low whistle escaped him.

The two on the bed jumped, and just as quickly as she threw herself down, he had an arm around her and held her close. She stayed pressed against her boyfriend, trying to hide her flushed face and body from the mischievous boy who stood watching her.

"When your done having your fun, why don't ya' let me take her for a ride?" A sickening laugh faded into a room with three emotions only. Arousal, fear, and pure fucking rage. That arousal faded from Patrick when he saw the expression that adorned his friend's face.

"Get the fuck out of here, Hockstetter, or I'll kill you right here." There was a malice in Henry's voice that he'd never heard before. A spark in his eye, a snarl in his lip, and a clenched fist that showed truth in every word he spoke.

If Patrick didn't stop staring at Henry's girl, he would be a dead man and a tortured soul.

So he ducked out of the room and approached the two other members of their gang, shaken and annoyed, completely unwilling to tell the story of the scariest moment of his life.

Henry considered chasing after his friend, showing him how absolutely enraged he felt that his angel felt unsafe. But once he thought back to her, and felt her shivering from his arms, she was his main priority. He pulled her flush against him, not sexually anymore, just possessively. His arms encircled her and she wanted to completely fade into him.

Sobs racked her body. She'd heard horror stories of the boy and his disgusting acts on not only girls, but just others in general. So, when he said he wanted to take her for a ride, terror crept throughout every crevice of her body. Not only did she fear him, but she was absolutely humiliated. Another boy has seen her half naked, not to mention the vulnerable situation she was in.

After a second of silence, she was able to make out a few muffle words against his chest. "Please don't let him take me."

"No one will ever touch you. You're mine, and he knows that now. I'm gonna keep you hidden away from all that shit."

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[roadkill-writes]

Bowers gang (Remember when) Part 4

This is part 4 of the continuation of the bowers gang series I started a long long while ago.

Pairings: bowers gang X fem!reader

Word count: Five pages , 1.7k words

Warnings: swearing, Harsh language, reader being naked and trapped in a bathroom

Hand still clutching the door handle of the bathroom as you heart pounded in your chest. The sound of their laughter still echoing around the room and your brain. You couldn’t help but ponder on how you got yourself into this mess of standing naked and afraid while four boys stood in your homes hallway laughing about you and this situation. Oh yes right, thank you Mrs.Peterson. You thought sarcastically that she was in fact the entire reason you were stuck stranded in your own bathroom.

You could just about hear the smirk plastered on Patrick’s face as he spoke from behind the door, “Come on princess we only wanna peak.”  He pounded his fist against the door in a slow menacing way as if he knew were trying to strick free into your chest. Which he was successful at.

Your heart began to hammer away in your chest as if you were a lamb being led to slaughter. The little pig standing inside while the wolf huffs and puffs the house down. The helpless little fawn looking for it’s mother after it’s been shot but a hunter. The helpless little girl standing naked in her bathroom while the monsters stand on the other side laughing maniacally. 

“I’m being serious this time go away!” Shouting at them like one would at a wild raccoon eating out of the garbage trying to ward it off. “This isn’t funny!” 

“Okay hear me out!” Victor tried to reason with you from behind the door. He always behaved like the saving grace most of the time even though he’s just as stuck up as the rest of them. “We take a few steps back and you can grab your towel off the floor?” He spoke as it was almost supposed to be a question. 

“And just how am I supposed to believe you’d all do that, especially Patrick?” 

“I pinky promise sweetheart.” Victor gave his signature three gentle taps on the door. Opening the door just a enough to stick your hand through you stuck up your pinky finger in solidarity, feeling his pinky finger wrap around yours in a lock of faith you quickly let go and knelt down to grab your towel in a hurry pulling it through the crack in the door fast enough as you quickly slammed the door closed accidentally closing the corner of the towel in the crack having to open it back up and pulling it through. 

Slamming the door back in place you tightly wrapped the towel around your body your hair still partially dripping wet reminding you of the peaceful shower that you do sadly had to get out of.  

Reaching for the doorknob it was cold to the touch, the hinges making an eerie creaking sound as it was pulled open to reveal an empty hallway. As if the the boys were never standing there to begin with. 

Gently on your top toes you began slowly making your way down the hall to your bedroom some of the floor boards groaned as you stepped on them. Even after all the times of sneaking out of the house you had failed to remember which parts of the floor to avoid, but this was an old house it wasn’t abnormal for the house to make unsettling noises every now and then so your parents never thought anything of it. 

Tip toeing into the room you tried extremely hard to close the door without a creak or groan but it was to no avail. The door let out a wail and you recoiled into yourself at the sound. If the boys were still here you didn’t want them knowing you left the bathroom without being able to at least get dressed first. Twisting the lock and letting out a breathe of relief while closing your eyes, leaning your back up against the door for a moment of silence for the most part as you could hear those four boys downstairs making enough rowdy noise it sounds like they’re destroying the house.

Your dresser stood off to the side of the room up against the wall next to your closet, the clear coat over the stain has seen its better days. Your closet was small the trifold door was an off white color wishing to see a new coat of white paint. But none the less you dug around in both looking for something suitable to wear while still being comfortable, just as you were about to pull your shirt over your head to complete the new outfit a loud banging came from behind your closet door. Pausing with your shirt around your neck as if to see if you were hearing things.

Another loud bang came from the closet this time you hurried to put your shirt on the rest of the way and find something to use as a weapon, thankfully Vic had gifted you a bat not to long ago after smashing mailboxes one night. Sweaty hands gripped the bat as you hesitated to move any closer towards the closet. 

This doesn’t make any sense as you were just in your closet looking for clothes, you continued trying to justify that you’re going crazy. 

At this point the banging was getting louder your closet door shaking at the sheer force of it. Taking slow wide steps towards the door using one hand to grip the bat and another to reach for the small knob of the door. Swinging the door open you were greeted with the darkness of the small entry way lined with clothes. Again another sigh of relief slouching over slightly as you lowered the bat and turned to walk away.

tap 

tap 

tap 

Your body burst out in goose bumps as you froze in place. There was nothing there remember just your clothes there isn’t anything to be freaking out about. It’s just the boys downstairs trying to freak you out again. You gained your confidence and turned back around to prove to yourself that there was in fact nothing there that your brain was scaring itself.

Your blood ran cold and the color drained from your face when your eyes landed on the object in question. Another RED balloon. You were absolutely frozen in fear, stomach has since dropped. Maybe you were dreaming no not dreaming having a nightmare. Maybe you had fallen asleep after your shower. 

Your suspicion was quickly thrown out the window when a gloved hand had reached out of the depths of the closet to grab ahold of the door frame, then came the second hand coming out of the shadows to grab the door frame on the other side. You wanted to run but you couldn’t move frozen in shock and fear. 

What ever was attached to those hands slowly acceded out of the darkness stepping into the full light of your bedroom it’s body was tall and frail the fiery red hair stood tall on top of its head, it’s mouth was in the form of an opened mouth smile barely fitting the rows and rows of teeth contained in its large mouth. The tattered and dirty costume that was adorned on its body the sight of your worst nightmares. This was a fucking clown. You fucking hated clowns. 

Their shoes always so big, their cars always so small. No one’s nose should be able to honk, and the painted on faces were a sight for sore eyes. You could go on for hours on your thoughts and opinions on why you hated clowns but you had bigger things to be worrying about, literally.

The clown towered over you its mouth dripping with slobber as it salivated at the sight of you. 

“I know what you did.” It spoke in a slow aggressive tone. Shaking your head no in fear, “ I-I d-don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice came out in a stutter, you had began to sound like Bill Denbrough the boy who’s little brother disappeared.

The clowns grin began to widen, “Oh yes, you do I know what you’ve done.” You couldn’t even begin to actually rack your brain on what it could be talking about but surely by now you’ve gone insane. You continued to shake your head no in fear trying to make it believe that maybe it had gotten the wrong person. But who were you kidding it’s just your luck you’ve got a crazy clown standing in front of you in your bedroom. 

You sincerely had no idea what the clown was trying to get at but all you knew is you needed to run away now. Turning on your heels your sprinted to the door grabbing onto the handle and throwing the door open so hard it it the wall behind it. 

Taking off in a sprint down the hallway towards the stairs, you could hear the clown laughing hysterically from behind you as you heard his loud shoes making contact with the wooden floor.  Racing down the wooden steps you called out to the boys.

”Henry! Vic! Reggie! Patrick! Help me please!” You screams bounced off every wall in the house but you were alone again. You leapt off last three steps feet landing hard  quickly turning to run towards the living room in search of your saviors. They were no where to be found. The clown was hot on your heels as you sprinted towards the back door struggling with the lock as you tried twisting the handle to freedom looking over your shoulder constantly, swinging the door open and pushing through the storm door you continued into a sprint right off the back porch. Feet padded around in the soft dewy grass as you heaved for a breath as your lungs burned for air. 

You let out another cry for help as you reached the tree line for the forest. “Henry please help! Please I’m begging!” Taking another look over your shoulder you realized nothing was following you anymore, and that you didn’t have shoes on.

You made the conscious decision that it probably wouldn’t be the safest to go back home so you went in the direction you knew like the back of your hand. 

The Bowers property.

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[bitches-who-write]

may I request how the gang would react to you checking on them from time to time?? I imagine bowers would just give a wtf look but like he learns to grow on it and b would just find it sweet, but he would never say it out loud

Henry:

Henry is really confused by your act of kindness of checking in on him.

When you first started checking in on him asking how he’s doing, how he’s been feeling, if he needs anything, etc., he doesn’t know how to respond. 

He’s not used to anyone really caring about him, especially in his personal life/home life.

In the beginning, Henry would get angry with your constant checking in.

In a weird way, it made him feel emasculated.

Henry takes anything associated with showing your feelings as a huge sign of weakness. And that’s the last thing he wants to be is weak.

Don’t take it personally but he’ll most likely yell at you to stop asking him questions especially if you’re doing it in front of the other guys.

One on one is a different story, however . 

If you guys are sitting in the open field outside of his house, he’ll open up to you a little more.

Usually he catches himself opening up too much and begins to backpedal.

”Why the fuck do you care anyways?! Doesn’t even matter!”

After he explodes at you and you’re both sitting in silence, he’ll put his arm around your shoulder.

He’ll never say thank you, but take this small act of kindness as his appreciation. 

Belch:

He’s very confused why you’re suddenly asking him questions.

Luckily for Belch, his family is pretty close. As much as he complains about it, his mom makes them all eat dinner together so they can all ‘talk as a family’.

So because he has a good home life, these types of questions aren’t too uncommon.

However, it confuses and weirds him out when it comes from somebody outside of his family.

When you keep asking how he’s doing and how he’s been feeling, he starts to get concerned.

“Why do you keep asking me this, Y/N? Do you know something that I don’t? Am I dying???

“Holy shit, Vic! I might be dying!”

This dude can be pretty dramatic.

Once you  reassure him that he’s not dying, he calms down and casually answers your questions.

He always asks you the same in return, genuinely smiling when you tell him about your day.

Belch grows fond of these daily conversations with you.

Patrick

Listen, Patrick isn’t a normal guy and we can’t stress this enough.

He has a pretty dissociative personality and doesn’t express a lot of personal feelings  unless it’s on his terms.

Usually when you check in on him he’s weary.

Always thinking there’s an alternative motive behind your questions.

You can tell that he’s trying to process and think ahead.

If he’s feeling extra cheeky, he’ll usually give you a smart ass answer.

You just can’t do anything nice for the guy because he doesn’t appreciate it.

Again.. boyfriend material? Absolutely not. But do we all simp for him? Absolutely.

Vic:

Similar to Belch, he finds it enduring.

He’s another one who’s not used to getting attention.

Vic is a quiet guy who keeps to himself so he can easily be overlooked.

He tries not to smile when you acknowledge him and ask him how he’s feeling or check in on him in general.

Honestly, the more you check in on him,the more comfortable he gets around you.

Vic doesn’t catch feelings super easily but this is one way to win him over.

Unlike Henry, he’s not afraid to share his soft side with you.

And because he’s usually so quiet in groups, when you get him one on one, he won’t shut the hell up.   

Getting back to the whole catching feelings thing … don’t be surprised if he ends up falling for you because of your sweet personality.

Thanks for the request @impossibleheartflower

We hope you enjoyed!🖤

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[stalkurs]

Patrick Hockstetter x Fem!Reader

Words : 4,264

Fandom : IT (2019)

Y/N stared quietly at her cream colored and plain walls. She ignored the cold and numbness that was slowly spreading from her toes up to her legs. She trembled as she cursed her mother for her reckless spending, leaving their apartment cold and unheated. Despite the heat outside the cold still covered her body and feet as she stood. The pale colored wood floors creaking under the shift of weight.

A sudden film of black covered her vision as she got wobbly. Firmly placing her hand in her end table to support her weight she set the other in her head.

"Ugh, too fast."

Once the unsteadiness subsided she quietly walked outside her fairly empty room into the blue tinted bathroom. She stood quietly in front of the mirror, both hands holding onto the sides of the sink as she leaned slightly forward to view the dark bags under her eyes. The multiple nights of petrifying nightmares beginning to take a toll on her body. Turning the chilling metal knobs, she placed her hands under the faucet, allowing for the cool water to rush and pool into her hands. Letting out a deep breathe she quickly splashed the water over her face, a quick shiver running down her body.

Grabbing a red wash rag from the shelf she patted her face free of any left over water. Soon after pulling a makeup remover wipe from its blue bag and running the cloth over her eyes cheeks. Leaving black and red colors mixed together on the white cloth. Y/N balled up the freshly dirtied cloth and tossed it into the small trash can sitting next to the toilet. Using her foot she quietly closed the door, immediately locking it and preparing to take a bath.

Putting her hand under the faucet she quietly waited for the water to become warm. After the waters temperature making no different within a couple minutes she turned the knob to turn off the water.

"No hot water either. How amazing, just great." She groaned.

After a roll of her eyes she stood and wiped her hands on a rag before wandering into the kitchen. Opening the freezer and pulling out a box of toaster strudels she began the open the box as she headed towards the toaster. The freezer door making a puff noise as it closed on its own. Popping a strudel into the obviously old toaster she tossed the now empty box into the overflowing trash can, groaning as it simply slid off the pile and onto the floor. Taking a glimpse at the red bars on the inside of the toaster she crouched down and grabbed the box.

Folding the flimsy cardboard a couple times she pushed in and the pile of trash further down into the trash bag. The feeling of something moist touching her finger made her gag and rush to the rusty sink, running her hands under the cool water. After turning off the water she flicked her hands around, water drops landing on the overhead window. After letting out a deep sigh and wiping the rest of the water off on her pajama pants she headed back down the hall to her room. Taking a glimpse at her bedside clock to notice it saying 6:15 AM she took her time reaching her closet.

Pulling it open, followed by a loud creak that the downstairs neighbors definitely heard, she began to browse through her shirts. Deciding on a black long sleeve turtle neck with lace at the end of the sleeves and neck. Grabbing a pair of light ripped jeans to go along with the shirt she began to quickly get dressed as a ding rung through the small apartment. After tossing her clothes on she grabbed a hold of her white vans and rushed downstairs. The sounds of plates clinking echoed through the apartment as she grabbed a plate and set it on the counter.

She hesitated a bit before quickly grabbing the strudel and tossing the pastry onto the black saucer, then quickly retracting her fingers from the hot food. She tapped her fingers on the counter as she blew on the breakfast, attempting to quicken its cooling down. Within a minute she began to eat the breakfast, staring at the small TV across the room in the living room. Once she finished the the food she stacked the plate atop the rest of the dirty dishes in the sink. After stretching and popping her back she walked over and sat next to the front door.

Slipping on her shoes and tying them she stood and grabbed her lanyard from the key rack. She unlocked the front door and walked out, turning back towards the door and locking it with her key. After the sound of the lock clicking she wandered down the red carpeted halls, heading towards the steps. She quickly walked down them, hopping down the last three, stumbling as she nearly lost her footing. After balancing herself she headed towards the glass double doors, pulling them open and beginning to head towards the place she despised oh so much.

"Y/N!"

Turning her head to the side she was greeted with the sight of a familiar red head rushing over to her.

"When did you cut your hair?" Y/N tilted her head.

"Oh," she let out an awkward laugh, her hand resting on the back of her neck, "I cut it last night, felt like I wanted something new ya know?"

She gave a goofy smile to Y/N, getting a nod and smile in return as she looked forward again, continuing to walk, only this time a companion walking beside her.

Within a half hour the two took their separate ways and went to their respected places. Beverly went to join the Losers club while Y/N continued on her own, heading towards her locker. Crouching down and quickly putting in the combination she pulled open the red door, taking a few seconds to view a few Polaroids varying from her friend and pets, to photos of lily of the valleys that she used to grow in the backyard of her old house. She quietly put her books onto the shelf of the locker, grabbing her thin science book and a few pieces of crumpled up papers sitting on the floor.

Making her way to stand she was roughly pushed back down by a hand on her should. She grimaced and looked up to see the bowers gang. Patrick, most likely the one who pushed her, as the other three stood around him. Except for Henry who stood next to the much taller boy. Y/N felt her heart drop to her stomach when Patrick crouched to her figure, now sitting on her hind end after being pushed.

Noticing the out of place group surrounding her, other student froze and stared on at the interaction taking place. Mumbles and whispers filling her head, everything else becoming blurry.

She was unsure if the blurry was was from the tears welling up in her eyes from fear, either from the bowers gang or everyone staring at her during an embarrassing moment. Or if it was her brain blocking everything so she could pay attention to what people were saying.

"Oh my god."

"I hope something happens, they've been quiet a couple of days."

"I hope she's okay."

"Someone get a teacher oh my god."

Before the gang could open their mouths her fight and flight instincts kicked in, and she kicked Patrick in the gut. Sending him onto his rear as she quickly stood, jumping over him, barely managing to dodge his hand that reached to grab her ankle. With missing, Patrick slammed his fist on the floor in reaction and quickly stood.

Belch laughed at the stumbling boy only to receive a swift punch to his punch from Henry, making him couch and put a hand to his chest as he attempt to regain his breathe.

"You numb nuts follow him!"

Henry yelled before rushing after the pyromaniac, soon followed by Victor and a still wheezing Belch.

Y/N skidded into the girls bathroom, locking the bathroom door. After turning she was greeted by a Greta and her lesser friends. The slamming of the door made the three turn their heads towards her, earning Y/N a scowl and snicker from Greta.

"The sow's here, how fitting! I was just talking about how I absolutely hate pork!" Laughs followed up Gretas statement from the two girls standing next to her.

A loud banging on the bathroom door caught everyone's attention from the inside.

"Ohhhh~ the sow is running? Did goody shoes get in trouble? Fufu how embarrassing it must be to get caught in the bathroom."

Greta walked to the door, roughly pushing the smaller girl out of the way of the graffitied door and pulled it open quickly after unlocking it. Y/N wasted no time in running and locking one of the stalls as Greta opened the door, surprised to find a seething Patrick on the other side.

"Move whore!" The Blackette pushed her to the side as he began to push open each stall door in search of Y/N. Noticing Henry Greta smiles and strutted over to the boy. She put her hand on his shoulder, followed by her head as she stared up at him as he side eyed her.

"Henry, why didn't you call me last night? You said you would!" She pouted up at the mullet wearing boy.

He scoffed and quickly shrugged her off of him, wandering into the he girls bathroom, following after Patrick. Victor and Belch stood outside the door, victor stood quietly, watching the two in the inside while belch looked at Greta and winked at her and her friends. Greta let out a groan and turned on her heel walking off down the hall followed by her also unresponsive friends.

As one of the stall doors didn't budge when Patrick pushed on it he chuckled.

"I found you~"

Y/N let out a yelp as he banged his fist on the door harshly, leaving her to wonder how the door didn't fall off it's already weak and rusty hinges.

On the other side of the door Henry jerked his head for victor to come over. As victor hesitantly enter the girls bathroom and walked his way to his leader Henry roughly grabbed his shoulder and leaned towards his ear.

"Crawl under the next stall and grab her leg. Try to drag her out enough we can also grab her. Since your weak ass probably couldn't handle pulling a struggling women all the way 2 feet."

Victor nodded, staring at the ground. He let out a breathe, preparing to get kicked in the nose as he got on his stomach and pulled himself towards Y/N. Once he was close enough he grabbed her ankle with one hand, receiving a quick yell as he yanked and pulled her to the floor and onto her side. The sudden impact knocked the breathe out of her chest as she wheezed and began to weakly kick her legs towards the blonde at her feet. She managed a hit to his right cheek, making him close his eyes in pain and groan.

Yet his grip didn't falter as she tilted his face down towards the floor as he moved in order to not get kicked once more. Once his whole body was out from under the stalls Patrick crouched and grabbed both her ankles after smacking away Victor. Roughly yanking her legs she slid the rest of the way out of under the bathroom stall. Patrick put his hands under her arms and lifted her up, grinning at her.

"Glad you could join me! I've been meaning to talk to you!" Henry glanced at Y/N, but with a death glare from Patrick he quickly jerked his head away to stare at the old tiles on the floor.

Patrick set the girl down on her feet before wrapping his hand around her upper arm. He drug her along with him as he left the girls room as soon as the school security began to round the corner to check out what was happening in the girls bathroom. Once Patrick exited, the other three boys followed behind him like loyal dogs, the fear Patrick induced in the other three obvious. Y/N darted her head around as she looked at the other classmates who stared at her being dragged by the bully. Within the crowd she saw several people she had classed with, and as they all hid their faces immediately after making eye contact with her made her hopes of someone helping her diminish.

With all failed attempts of wriggling her arm out of his strong grip she simply gave up on the struggle.

Within a few seconds of walking they finally reached the heavy doors at the front of the school. Patrick pushed open the door with his shoulder and quickly went down the stairs, leaving her to nearly fall at his quick pace. He finally drug her to the side of the school and tossed her against the wall. She smacked her head and immediately leaned down and held the back of her head, which was luckily not bleeding, but a headache did begin to form.

"Oh shit my bad!" Pure concern spread across his face but quickly disappeared as he forced himself to simply stand there.

"What do you want from me!?" Her voice was slightly lowered due to her focusing on the pain in her head.

Patrick turned towards the other three and gestured for them to all go away, which they obeyed and headed back into the school as the bell rang, able to be heard from the outside. Once they left he bent his pointer and put it under her chin, tilting her head up in order to make direct eye contact as he gave her a slanted smile.

"I wanted to ask you on a date. Ya know, just us, maybe the arcade, something like that."

Without meaning too Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh before sapping his hand away from her face. Not knowing where all this confidence was coming from all of the sudden but she went with it, not like he was a pyromaniac who burns living animals or anything.

"The audacity you have to assume I would just drop all that, that you did! and to go on a date!? With you!? I've managed this long to go unnoticed by the school! By your dumb fucking gang! And you think I'd abandon all that progress for you!" She let out a groaned groan and quickly rushed off before he could grab her again.

Knowing she'd be late either way she took her time getting back to class, but didn't dally to long that Patrick could just come and drag her away once more.

I cant believe the audacity of that boy. He embarrasses me in front of the whole school, then thinks ill forget it all, just because he wants to take me on a date. She thought.

Oh my god Patrick wanted me to go on a date.. And I rejected him, god I hope he doesn't get butt hurt and sought to burn me like a frog for it..

Without realizing she had reached her classroom she looked up to be face to face with the plain wood and windowless door with a metal plate labeling "Human Resources." Perfect, an easy class to lead to an easy day.

She opened the door to see an unfamiliar face, a substitute. When questioned she simply said she was at the nurses office before sitting at her seat. Leaning back and beginning to mindlessly stare out the window across the room as a movie played on the projector.

Within what felt like minutes but was actually an hour the bell rang for the next class, and jerking Y/N out of her trance. The sound of complaining classmates and rustling clouded her mind as shoved her pencil into her book before heading out the door alongside the crowd of other students. Only to join another crowd of rowdy teens as they all went to their lockers and towards their next classes. Y/N mentally groaned realizing her next class was Gym, the feeling of dread building up in her stomach, nauseating her.

Once entering the large and cold room she noticed the group of students sitting in the bleachers, within that group being Patrick who was harassing a freshman. Tossing his bag above his head to only catch it moments before it reached his face. He chuckled darkly each moment he noticed the sudden face of fear covering the freshman's face as he thinks the bag is about to hit him. Y/N brought her hand to her face, shielding it as an attempt to hide her face enough that she wouldn't be noticed by the said boy. Luckily for her the coach called for everyone to go get changed before she managed to reach the bleachers, allowing her to sneak off to the girl lockers rooms that were opposite of the boys, where Patrick was going.

She entered the equally cold locker room before the rest of the girls and began to get changed. Replacing her jeans and turtleneck with black sport shorts and a white short sleeve shirt. After putting away her books in her assigned locker she joined the rest of the class on the gym floor, only to discover it was a free day.

Almost immediately Y/N and her "gym buddy" Brittney grouped up and began to kick a soccer ball back and forth to each other while others played basketball or simply walked around the gym.

"So, what about you and the bowers gang now?" Brittney glanced up casually at her after returning from retrieving the ball after Y/N overshot.

"Ugh don't even mention that. Literally tortured me so Patrick could try and get his dick wet."

Brittney chuckled as she kicked the ball, which whizzed right past her partners face and slammed into the wall 10 feet away.

"Maybe asking someone on the soccer team to play kick was a bad idea."

Said person laughed as Y/N turned and began to walk to get the ball. Without a moment to react a sudden pain spread through her eyes and nose and she crouched, soon after sitting as she felt her face as a throbbing pain spread through it.

Brittney quickly ran over and crouched down, putting her hand on her friends shoulder.

"You okay there? I know those frisbees don't feel to good when they get the face."

Y/N removed her hands, a familiar red liquid covering her hands, some dripping down to the floor. The dark red a large contrast against the pale brown wood floor. Looking over she could see one of the schools white frisbees sitting right next to her.

Not a moment after a guy rushed over and grabbed the frisbee. He didn't stay long as after he muttered a "sorry" he returned to his unbothered friends.

"What a dick!" Brittney furrowed her brows and helped Y/N up, but before she could begin walking her to the nurse Patrick appeared seemingly out of nowhere and wrapped his arm under Y/N's.

"Shoo soccer rat, I'll take her." he scowled at her, getting one in return before Brittney left, too scared to do anything against the pyro.

To pained to worry about who took her to the nurse she simply wrapped her arm up and around his torso as she couldn't reach his neck. Once they left the gym and into the empty and silent halls Patrick began to speak.

"Rough day huh? At least you took that frisbee to the face like a champ." He chuckled.

"No no, I've just been hit so hard I forgot how to cry.."

The rest of the walk was full of awkward silence. Once he dropped Y/N off on of of the beds in the nurses office and told her of Y/N being there he left.

The nurse after caring for her left her to sleep off the rest of the pain. Which she slept the rest of the five hours of the school day, only waking when the nurse woke her up when the final bell rang. With a still blurry mind Y/N went to her locker and went to put away her books only to realize she left them in the locker room. She shrugged it off, deciding to let the janitor just throw it away. Not like shes going to be using it during the summer time.

She lagged behind all the rushing student, all excited to leave the school and start their 3 month vacation. As she sluggishly walked behind the group she was joined by Beverly, who attempted conversation.

"So, I heard about the frisbee. Is your nose okay?"

Y/N gave her a look that said it all, as her nose had a purplish hue as the bruise was forming.

"I just want to go home and sleep. Maybe eat some ice cream, and maybe share it with somebody." She nudged Beverly's arms with her elbow as she lightly laughed, getting one in return from the red head.

"I'll see if i could sneak in your window. But it all depends on when dad gets home early."

Y/N nodded and finally got outside, looking over in time to see Henry run his saliva covered hand across Bill's face, making her scrunch up her nose, immediately regretting it as a burning pain filled her nose bridge.

Beverly and Y/N continued on their way to their apartment building and went their separate ways after reaching it. Bev headed up the fire escape to get to her bedroom window and Y/N headed inside and up the stairs to her floor. After going to unlock the door and for it to simply lock instead made her perk up. Re-unlocking the door and entering to see her mother standing at the counter, wearing an apron she had got her years ago as a child and a towel sitting on her shoulder. Hearing the entrance of her daughter the older and tired looking woman turned towards Y/N and grinned.

"Welcome home! Come help me finish decorating these cupcakes would you?"

Y/N rolled her eyes and slipped off her shoes, leaving them on the shoe rack next to the door before joining her mother in covering the baked treats in butter cream frosting.

The very uncommon reunion of Y/N and her mother didn't last long, as after only decorating 2 cupcakes she left the rest to Y/N and fell asleep on the couch. The cooking channel long gone and now played a re-run of some antique auctions. Y/N set the treats into the fridge for tomorrow and kissed her mother on the forehead before tossing an old guilt over her sleeping figure.

Didn't even ask about why my nose was bruised, or why my eyes were red and swollen. Even accusing me of smoking weed would've felt better than her saying nothing at all..

Y/N quickly changed into some plaid pajama pants and a long shirt before sitting on her bed. she rubbing her head as she let out a deep sigh. Laying back in bed after turning off her lap she held a large brown stuffed bunny in her arms. Just as she about to fall into darkness there was a knock on her window, sending her heartbeat crazy. Seeing enough horror movies she stood out of view of her covered window and while pulling back the curtains while out of view she peeked at the other side from the side of the curtain.

Instead of a murderous killer there was a Patrick, equally terrifying but not as bad. The look of confusion was replaced by joy as she moved in front of her window and opened it.

"What do you want?"

"Oh don't act like that, its only 8 PM."

Before she could protect the tall boy climbed into her room and sat criss cross on her bed. Leaving her dumb founded in front of him.

"I came over for our date!"

"I never agreed to that!" She whisper yelled.

"Well, you didn't decline either. How about we just watch a movie, I won't do anything, pinky promise, drown my lighter if I lie." He held up his hand, pinky extended.

Without thinking Y/N rolled her eyes and giggled before wrapping her pinky around his.

"Fine then."

She hopped next to him on the bed, turning on the TV that sat on her dresser opposite of her bed. Turning to a channel that was currently halfway through some old black and white horror movie, she leaned back to lean against her wall, soon after joined by Patrick, who grabbed the rabbit she was cuddling moments ago and held it in his lap, eyes glued to the screen.

By the end of the movie Patrick broke his promise, his hand resting lightly on Y/N's knee as he slept. His head leaned back on the wall. But she wasn't upset by his lie, as she scooted loser and rested her head on his arm, closing her eyes and falling in a comfortable sleep.

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[ambrossart]

Hello, my question is about the Bowers gang and the music. I simply found it curious and fun and since Victor also seems to be a music fan and invited Evelyn next time to listen to music, my question is about her musical tastes, if she has a group. favorite or what genre of music do they listen to or if they have a favorite singer since Belch is a character who is characterized by the fact that he loves Metallica, so he asks me what type of music would each one listen to, Belch, well, he listens to metallica and anthrax (he has a band t-shirt and it appears in a movie if I remember correctly) Victor in one of the chapters says that he likes an Aerosmith song but from there I don't have an idea of ​​the bands or singers I heard, much less Henry or Patrick, I feel Patrick would be the strangest, he doesn't even seem like a person who listened to music or is a fan of someone and Henry doesn't seem that way to me either, and also it's from the 80's so it's even more interesting because I love the music of the 80's. 80s and 70s.

First of all, I absolutely love questions like this! I’ve had the worst week, so this was a very welcome mental vacation. Thank you for this.

Anyway, let’s discuss everyone’s music preferences! I’m just gonna break this down character by character to make my life easier.

— Evelyn

Evelyn likes whatever songs catch her ear on the radio. Music isn’t a huge part of her life, so she doesn’t really have a favorite song or artist. She has songs she likes (a lot of those classic 80s pop hits), sure, but I doubt she knows the names of most of them. So far, I think the only artists I’ve specifically mentioned her liking are Olivia Newton-John, the B-52s (literally just for “Love Shack” probably), and The Beach Boys, but we’ll discover more of her interests later. It’s not a major storyline by any means, but it does get explored.

— Vic

This may be a departure from canon, but in my mind, Victor Criss is an early adopter of the whole 90s grunge aesthetic. Messy hair. Ripped jeans. Flannel. Oversized shirts. Drinking coffee and smoking weed. If this story took place in the 90s, Vic would be all up in that grunge scene. I’m honestly super bummed I couldn’t go that route with him, but mark my words, that boy will go full grunge in college. He will.

Since this story doesn’t take place in the 90s, a lot of people (and by “people” I mean the characters in the story) probably assume Vic’s into heavy metal like Belch, but that’s not necessarily true. See, Vic is very picky about his music, and I don’t mean that in a snobby way at all (although Vic can be a little snobby about it). For him, music is therapy. Vic just wants to get really high, listen to some music, and escape himself for a while. And the wrong kind of music can be painfully grating to him, like to the point where it would cause him intense physical discomfort. That’s why he’s so picky.

So what kind of music does Vic like? I dunno… I could see him being into psychedelic rock, artists like Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, Cream, The Byrds, The Beatles, stuff like that. Vic is very private about his music, though. There’s a reason Christie Gibson can’t seem to figure him out.

It's also a pretty big deal that Vic has invited Evelyn to listen to music with him. Just saying.

— Belch

Next to Victor, Belch is probably the most serious about music. As we all know from the movie, heavy metal is his preference and his passion, but he’s also the kind of guy who can (secretly) appreciate a well-composed song regardless of its genre. That being said, Belch does tend to steer clear of the mainstream pop music scene… unless, of course, Christie Gibson is with him. Yeah, when those two are together, he pretty much lets her play whatever music she wants (because Belch is a good boyfriend).

— Henry

Yeah, I don’t think Henry is that serious about music. He listens to it, sure, everyone does, but it doesn’t impact his life significantly. Despite that, Henry’s tastes are probably very similar to Belch’s, simply because that’s how Henry gets exposed to most of his music: he listens to whatever Belch plays in the car. Apart from that, I could also see him being into bands like Led Zeppelin, Blue Öyster Cult, Deep Purple, Kansas, etc. But would he consider any of them his favorite band? Probably not, because Henry doesn’t have a favorite band.

Honestly, I think Henry has a very negative relationship with music in general. Anything that tries to tap into his emotions or influence his emotions, yeah Henry doesn’t like that. At all. He doesn’t wanna feel things. He doesn’t wanna think about his parents or his childhood. He wants all that shit to stay buried real deep.

— Patrick

For Patrick, all music sounds the same—and by that, I mean it’s all just “noise” to him. He doesn’t connect to it on any level, least of all emotionally.

In Chapter 5 (I think?) we saw Patrick using the radio kind of like a weapon. He purposefully messed with the knob to create the most annoying sounds his possibly could, hoping that it would drive the other guys in the car crazy. And it worked. Belch almost crashed the damn car. That pretty much sums up Patrick’s relationship with music. It’s just something else for him to manipulate and use for his entertainment.

So yeah, I could see Patrick listening to some really weird shit, like music that isn’t really music, but more like a bunch of random creepy/disturbing sounds put together. Patrick’s a weirdo. There’s no way he listens to traditional music.

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Okay, that's all I have to say on the subject. Thanks again for this ask! It was a lot of fun to think about. ❤️

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[tatortotqueen]

𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬

𝐟𝐭. 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝 "𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡" 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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 ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ 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.

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[misszura]

TW Blood (I guess) Murder, and Gun

With @zapalimesvet we were talking about their It OC in a scream AU, so here it is

#it 2017 #bowers gang #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #it stephen king #drawing #fanart #it fanfiction #it oc #It scream AU #scream AU #Victor criss #Tw blood #tw murder #tw gun #tw gun violence #belch huggins

[b-a-n-a-n-a-ss]

IT: Victor Criss x reader - Reunited

Summary: Pennywise kills the reader and she turns into a ghost and cry’s about her boyfriend. But after Henry kills Victor and belch, the couple meet again.

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As I sat in my abandoned room, I cried. I missed my Victor. I missed hugging him and kissing him. I missed being with him and joking around. I missed making love to him and I missed his sweet sweet after care.

I missed my friends, my parents and even some of the losers. I missed Henry and his stupid sarcasm that always used to piss me off. I missed belch and his rock music and his car. And I’ve missed Patrick since he went missing. It wasn’t the same without him with us. I missed his jokes and his crazy personality

I wanted to go home. But I was home. I was just dead.

Pennywise killed me. He led me into some type of cliff and the last thing I remember is falling down the Cliff and dying from impact. When I woke up, I thought it was all a bad dream. So I left my house to try and find my friends. But when I finally found them, they ignored me. They didn’t ignore me they just couldn’t see me, because I was dead. I’m a ghost now. I can pick things up and move things, but I can’t interact with anyone.

And it hurts. I just want to see my Victor one last time. I never got to say goodbye to him. He and belch dropped me off at home that night and they never saw me again. I feel so bad. Victor is so worried about me and I know he’s scared.

My parents haven’t come into my room since I died. Everyone knows that I’m missing, but they don’t know I’m dead. They never found my body. My parents have half the damn town looking everywhere for me. They are hardly even in the house anymore. They spend the whole day looking for me.

I have been curled up in a ball for three weeks now. That’s how long I’ve been dead. I just lay there and cry and wonder what everyone is thinking.

——

Currently I was laying on my floor again. Just thinking. I heard commotion coming from downstairs and I started to get scared. What if Pennywise is back? What do I do?

I carefully stood up and walked out of my room quietly. I heard panting and saw familiar blonde hair. Victor?

“Y/n! Oh y/n are you here?” He yelled while frantically looking around my house. I walked down my stairs and came face to face with my boyfriend. He was wearing his sleeveless tank shirt and his usual jeans. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. He jumped to me and engulfed me in the tightest hug I’ve ever had. I hugged him back just as tight.

We held each other and sobbed.

“Oh y/n I missed you so much.” He cried as he cradled my head and pet my hair. I peppered kisses on his collar bone and buried my head into his neck.

“Victor.” I said, voice muffled by his shirt.

“Yes baby?” He replied as he pulled back a little to look at my face. He cupped my cheek with his right hand and ran his thumb over my lips and cheek. His left hand still held me.

“Victor I’m dead.” I told him. He winced and nodded his head and kissed my lips passionately.

“I am too y/n. I’m so sorry wasn’t there to save you. I missed you so much I was going crazy.” He whispered to me as he leaned his forehead against mine.

We stood in each others embrace for a few more minutes until we both went up to my room and laid on my bed. We were cuddled up to each other, me curled into his side with my head on his chest and his arm hugging my body to his.

“How did you die Vic?” I asked him. He smiled lightly at my use of his old and lovable nickname.

“Henry. The asshole killed me. He’s fucking crazy y/n. I’m really glad you weren’t there to see how fucked up he got.” Victor told me. I frowned at the mention of my friend.

“What did he do to you?” I asked again. He sighed and turned his head to look at me.

“He slashed my throat. He killed belch too. It’s just him now.” He said then kissed my lips and leaned back again.

“What happened to you y/n? You were with us one day and gone the next. I was so scared. Who did this to you?” He asked me now.

“The same guy that killed Patrick. That evil fucking thing.” I said. I burrowed myself deeper into victors chest and inhaled his scent that I’ve missed.

“Patrick’s dead?”

“Yes. That’s why they are still looking for both of us. They never found our bodies Vic.” I explained to him.

“I’ve been dead for three weeks. Three horrible weeks.” I continued.

Victor squeezed my body and laid his head on top of mine.

“I love you y/n. Oh god I love you so much.” He said.

“I love you too Victor.”

We looked towards each other and we both sat up. We drifted into each other and soon we were kissing and undressing each other.

He touched me so sweetly and lovingly, like this was the last time he would ever see me. He entered into me and our bodies moved fluidly with one another. He kissed my lip and held his hands on my waist while he pumped into my body. I gasped as he pushed deeper into me, his hands coming up to stroke my sweaty face.

“Vic harder please.” I moaned and bucked my hips to meet him halfway. He did as told and he started to thrust harder into me. My legs now shaking and sweat from victors body dripping onto mine.

He came into me and when he pulled out I came as well. He cleaned me up and laid beside me on my bed. We turned to lay on our sides facing each other. He stroked my face and kissed me lovingly and longingly. We were both panting and sweaty.

“I love you.” He whispered and moved his body closer to mine. We were pressed against each other and this was the safest I’ve felt in three weeks.

“I love you too Victor.” I replied with a smile.

“Will we be with each other forever now?” He asked as his eyes started to droop.

“I think so. We can be with each other for eternity. Victor we can’t be hurt. We are together now.” I said as I draped my arm across his waist. He pulled me closer to him and kissed my head.

“I’m glad.”

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[blue-flamed-phoenix]

Chapter 1 - Where there is death there is rebirth - Patrick Hockstetter Fanfic

"Yeah I know right, like why the fuck are boys always so unobservant." Ashley groaned with a bratty attitude as she walked along the side walk with her friend Bella by her side. The two girls were currently gossiping about Derry High's latest proclaimed douche bags. "And what about Noah huh? I'm tellin' you Ashy, you should dump his ass, he obviously doesn't give a shit about you." Bella stated as they turned down a street the lamposts illuminating the dark depths of the street. 

Now your probably thinking why the hell are they walking around town at night time. 

Well, let's see, it's like in horror movies, the dumb college kids decide to walk out of the house even though they know there is obviously someone outside. This was almost like that except, well, there is no madman or scary figure trying to chase and kill them. No, instead tonight would mark the night of a terrible accident and almost a tragedy. Or perhaps it might've just been a gift from the heavens...or hell.

"Yeah, probably will, he's been getting on my nerves lately, I mean would it kill him to take me out on a date just every once in a while." Ashley said as she spun around turning her back to the road, as she began to walk backwards as she spoke to her friend.

"That's my girl, Oh my gosh my Ashy's growing up." She said with fake despair and Ashley laughed. "God I can't wait for this semester to be over" Ashley said changing the subject after a second. "Yeah me too, the assignments are just kicking my ass at the moment." Bella stated as the two girls had bright smiles on their faces as they walked. Then silence broke out between them before Ashley's smile disappeared. "Hey, uh Bella I um just wanted to say that your a really good friend. Any guy would be a fool to let you go." Ashley said as she kept walking backwards completely unaware that she was nearing the side of the road.  

"Yeah, you are too Ashley" Bella said as they walked towards a curb completely unaware of the car that was speeding down the road at all. "Well on the agenda tonight, let's see, romantic movies, popcorn and let's not forget all the freakin candy in the world" Ashley said listing out what they were planning to do when they got to Ashley's house. But little did they know this night would take a drastic turn for the worst. "Oh yeah! now that's what I'm talkin' about" Bella said excitedly as they sped up there pace a little. "Come on, ya gotta keep up ya slow poke" Ashley said as she sped up whilst still walking backwards.

As Ashley nears the curb Bella suddenly picks up on the roaring sound of an engine and looks down the road to see a speeding car heading their way. "Wait! Ashley! Stop!" Bella yelled out but Ashley instead just dismissed it and smiled. "nuh uh, I am not falling for that. I'm going to get there first." Ashley teased as she kept going. "No! Stop!!! Ashley look out!" Bella screamed but it was too late. Ashley slipped and fell backwards onto the road just as the car get to the curb. 

Then everything seems to happen in a slow motion. 

Bella screams loudly in horror as she watched the car hit Ashley and send her friend flying further down the road. The driver in the car of course, screeched to a halt upon seeing Ashley but it was too late. The car had hit her and the damage was now done. And there Ashley's body lay, a few ways down the road, bloodied and quite possibly...broken. 

"ASHLEY!" Bella screamed as tears ran down her face whilst she sprinted towards her friend who lay on her side in the middle of the road, bleeding profusely from a large head wound. The driver of the car came rushing out of their car and towards the two girls. 

Bella dropped to her knees as she pulled Ashley into her arms. "No, No, No Ashley No! Wake up! Please wake up!" Bella whimpered as she held her friend in her arms. Once it came to bella that Ashley wasn't waking up she began to panic. "Help! Somebody help please! Help!" Bella screamed at the top of her lungs urgently as blood continued to gush from Ashley's head.

"Oh my god, hold on I'll radio for help!" The driver spoke as he sprinted back to his car. "No, no, no please god, please don't let her die please." Bella begged as she looked down at her friend sobbing. "Your gonna be ok Ashley! hang in there" Bella said as the sound of distant sirens suddenly took away the tragic silence of a tragic accident, one that would change Ashley's entire life forever. 

But as Bella sat there, cradling Ashley in her arms, up in the night sky above them was a shooting star. 

Now of course a shooting star can mean many things like finding new love or hope or great fortune. But also a shooting star is a sign of a new beginning, a sign of a new life being created. Some might call it a miracle, others might call it a message from satan himself but for Ashley Sullivan, this might just be a gift from the gods above.

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[gutz-radio]

Updated my IT fanfic

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[patrick-hockstutter]

are you currently taking requests?

I have an ass ton already, but since it’s been so long I’m taking them out of order lol

So feel free to send some in!!!

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[roadkill-writes]

Master list!

Stranger things

Eddie Munson:

Princess

Princess part 2

Step right up

It 2017

(Remember when)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Cobra Kai

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz

(Party animals)

Part 1

Part 2

Party Animals Extras!

Tory’s texts.

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[bitches-who-write]

Hey guys! Just a heads up this week we’ll be putting out some of the ships! If you requested a ship and we haven’t done it yet, we promise we are getting to it! We have a lot of ships to go through. We appreciate the patience. ❤️

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[arenpath]

👁Masterlist👁

-BOWERS GANG-

Headcanons:

Bowers gang dates a pole dancer girl

Bowers gang dates a kpop fan

Bowers gang dates a doll collector

Bowers gang dates an artist

Bowers gang dates siblings of members of Losers' club

One-shots:

Hey, swap seats?

-THE LOST BOYS-

One-shots:

Coolness

Headcanons:

David x cat person!reader

Poly!The Lost Boys x ghost hunter!reader

Food you eat with The Lost Boys

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[ambrossart]

MASTERLIST

BOWERS GANG | IT (2017)

PAPER MEN

SUMMARY: All Evelyn Tozier wanted to do was make Derry High School a safer place for her kid brother. Well, somewhere between kissing Patrick Hockstetter and telling the principal to go f*** himself, things got a little off track. Now she's stuck in the middle of a bizarre love triangle with two of Derry's most troubled teens while her little brother and his friends hunt down a creepy, child-eating circus clown. This year, summer can't come fast enough. PAIRINGS: Henry Bowers x Tozier!Sister; Patrick Hockstetter x Tozier!Sister WARNINGS: violence, profanity, sexual content (not smut), bullying, physical abuse, sexual abuse, emotional abuse, all kinds of abuse, trauma, mental illness, implied/referenced self-harm, child death, angst, lots of angst, recreational drug use, underage drinking, love triangles, unrequited love, toxic relationships, slow burn, slow build CHAPTERS: 31/? UPDATES: Slow (Usually Monthly) WORD COUNT: 184k

EDDIE MUNSON | STRANGER THINGS

DANCING WITH MYSELF

SUMMARY: Eddie crashes senior prom hoping to steal a dance with his dream girl, Chrissy Cunningham. Instead, he spends the night stuck in the women’s restroom with you—her snarky, insecure best friend. PAIRING: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader WARNINGS: no season 4 spoilers, some coarse language, body image issues, allusions to eating disorders, typical teenage insecurities, angst, jealousy, anxiety, secret crushes, childhood memories, references to rec drug use, happy ending, lots of 80s music CHAPTERS: 10/10 *Bonus Content Available* WORD COUNT: 43,565

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