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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Promise

Henry Bowers x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2264 words

Warnings: Abuse, proceed with caution

Summary: Reader is Henry’s girlfriend and always takes care of him after his dad gets violent

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You hated him.

Butch Bowers was a monster, who got more joy out of beating down his son than actually being any good to anyone as a cop.

Above all though, and perhaps the biggest strike against him for you was the fact that he was absolutely awful to your boyfriend Henry, his son. There was no real reason for it, as being cruel to the younger male did nothing for him, but that had never been enough to keep him from doing it.

It didn’t matter what kind of day he had or what Henry did, nothing could have stopped Butch or his rage, and that wasn’t even the worst part.

The fact of the matter was that no one around would have believed you if you told them about Butch’s violence, considering his high position in the Derry police force and manipulative personality.

To the rest of Derry, you and Henry were trouble, two people who couldn’t be trusted or believed. For all intents and purproses, Butch could do whatever he wanted and nothing was going to change that.

You understood their hesitance to be fair, but that didn’t make it right. Nothing was going to change your hatred for the man or how wrong his actions were.

It was hard not to be a bit biased seeing as you loved Henry more than anything, but even if you didn’t, anyone would be bothered by all the bruises you’d witnessed that he sustained at his father’s hand.

It wasn’t right.

However, your overarching hatred of the man wasn’t your biggest priority right now. You knew from what Henry told you at school that Butch was in a particularly bad mood this morning, and it wasn’t going to go well when he got home.

Henry didn’t come to you every time his dad hit him, of course, as it would be too often, but he did call you over to his home when he needed you. Sometimes, he got really shaken up and needed to be talked down from the ledge.

Something you were pretty good at at this point in your relationship.

It was awful, and something you would have preferred not to have to do in the first place, but if it was going to make him feel even a little bit better, you were glad to do it. You were just glad that he had someone he could rely on.

Henry was a bit notorious for being closed off and harsh, but that was more of a forced persona that he would have let on. You knew a different side of Henry Bowers that most people weren’t lucky enough to see.

With you, he was vulnerable and sad, angry and lost, so many things at once without any guidance that it would drive anyone mad.

By the time he made it to your house that night, in fact, Henry was shaking like a leaf. It was clear to you that he was angry, the muscles of his jaw tight, but also sad, as you caught sight of his tear stained cheeks.

It really was bad this time.

You had previously been working on your chemistry homework when he showed up, stones clanking against your window pane to let you know he’d arrived. However, as soon as he got there, you found yourself swiping your work to the side.

Nothing was more important to you than Henry, like any young woman in love, especially not school work.

At first, you didn’t realize just how bad it was.

You got up from your bed, bouncing slightly off the edge of your mattress as you headed over to the window. A small smile found its way onto your face as you made your way over to pull back your curtains.

...And your smile only grew when you saw Henry standing in the grass below you.

You had just seen him a few hours ago when he and the guys dropped you off at home after school but you wouldn’t have known that based on how you reacted. You loved him, a whole lot, and any amount of time seemed to be too much.

You couldn’t help that.

“Hi handsome” You called, sliding the window all the way up so that you could lean out to see him better. You always greeted him like that, of course, but when he said nothing back, that was when you knew something was wrong.

Henry always greeted you with just as much gusto as you did, but today, he didn’t even bother. Instead, he stood where he was and waited for you to come down, just like you always did.

“I’ll be right down” you decided, wasting no more time than you already had as you made your way down the stairs and out your front door. Your parents weren’t home, again, so there was no need for you to tip toe or sneak around.

There had been some occasions where you had to finagle your curvy frame out your window without falling to your death, an action you had gotten pretty good at over the course of your relationship.

At this point, it was basically second nature for you.

As soon as you were in front of Henry, he was holding you in his arms. It wasn’t a completely unheard of action but it would have been a lie to say that you weren’t a little shocked by it.

Never had Henry been so brazen about holding you before, but here he was, with his arms wrapped tightly around you and his head tucked into the crook of your neck.

There was silence between the two of you for a moment as you held the man you loved so much, silently racking your brain to figure out what you could do for him. You knew that, realistically, there was nothing you could do to improve his situation at home.

However, you did have something you could do for him tonight. While it wasn’t a long term solution, but your house was empty and could be a bit of a solace for him tonight.

“Do you want to come in, it’s just you and me tonight” you suggested, not even really asking, because before he could answer, you had already taken his hand in your own and were heading inside.

Henry wasn’t sure about your house the first few times he’d been there, but it was a nice place to relax, especially when your parents weren’t around. He could finally take a breath, while being about to drop the façade he so often wore.

It was a nice break, especially when he had nowhere else to go. The last thing he wanted right now was to go back to his house, where Butch was still there, fuming and half way through his third six-pack.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” you asked, not bothering to speak until the two of you were safely behind his bedroom door. You knew that there was no real reason to lock the door, or even close it in the first place, but it made Henry feel better.

That way he knew that it was really just the two of you there.

Henry shook his head again, sitting down on your bed with his back to the locked entrance. You always hoped he would open up to you about it, but he never wanted to talk about it after. More than anything, he seemed to just want to exist.

He wanted to know he was safe, and you couldn’t blame him.

You didn’t bother trying to get him to talk, if he didn’t want to then who were you to push that on Him. Even if you had to sit here in silence all night, it would be worth it if he felt even a little better.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now” you hummed, laying back against your bed, a throw pillow between your knees and your stomach as you curled up to look at Henry, who had now taken to staring out the window.

You sat there for a while, just watching him with curious eyes before you finally spoke again.

“There isn’t anything out there that’s going to hurt you” you promise, flinging the above mentioned pillow at his head, although it fell short on the comforter of the bed, not even close to where he was perched.

“You don’t know that” he muttered, his tone lacking the general smartness that was always present there, tossing a look at you over his shoulder before returning his eyes to their original position.

The male was understandably paranoid, doing his best to make sense out of anything that had happened tonight while also worrying about something terrible coming through that window to snatch him up.

“Come on Henry, come lay down” you tried, tossing your arms open for him although he ignored you once again.

You knew better than to take it to heart, you didn’t do anything to hurt him personally. Henry could be a little touchy when he came over here after taking a beating, but you couldn’t blame him. All you could do was make him feel better, which you intended to do as soon as possible.

“Suit yourself, I guess I’ll just go to bed” you teased, flopping down on your side, hiding your face in your pillow in the most dramatic way you could. You figured that unless you got Henry’s mind off of it, he would be standing there all night.

“You don’t get it Y/N, I don’t understand what I did to him” he starts, startling you out of your act with the clear shaking of his words. He had never asked you that before, not in all the times he’d been here, but it was obviously hurting him.

Henry had always wondered that.

He had never had the guts to ask anyone that before, mostly because it was terrifying but also because he was afraid of the answer. Even saying it out loud had practically choked him up, but you were proud of him.

“You didn’t do anything to him baby, he’s violent and cruel, he’s always been that way” you assured, sitting up gingerly before shimmying down the bed to sit on the edge of it, pulling Henry to stand between your knees by his wrist. As soon as you said it, the tears started coming, and while you could tell Henry wasn’t thrilled about that, it was almost comforting to see him expressing himself this way.

“But why?” he hummed, his voice low as he took your hands in his own and leaned down, resting his forehead against your own to stare into your bright eyes, almost as if you would have all the answers.

If only you did.

“I don’t know” you level, lifting your right hand to brace his cheek “But I do know that I love you, and I will never hurt you” you smile, kissing his cheek in the gentlest way you could, licking away the salty taste that found its way onto your lips from his tears absently.

It was one of the most soft, honest moments you and henry had ever had in the history of your relationship and you could tell that you both needed it. Henry went through so much, and he deserved to know that you would always be there.

That he was safe with you.

“You promise?” he muttered, after a few more seconds of silence breathing in your scent. In all honesty, you didn’t know what to say, because you were telling him the truth but something about his words shocked you into silence.

He was so broken, letting you into the deepest darkest crevices of his feelings, and it was a lot of pressure. Thankfully, you were pretty good at talking to Henry and all you had to do was tell him the truth.

“Of course I promise, baby. Do you see anybody else in here?” you tease, trying your best to lighten the mood although you weren’t as successful as you wanted to be.

As much as he wanted to be as upbeat as you, there was still too much heavy on his mind.

“Come on, I wanna snuggle” you sighed, taking his hand in your own once again to urge him to climb into bed with you. If there was one way to make him feel better, it was to get him all snuggled up with you so that he could finally relax.

You were sure that if there was one thing that you knew that no one else in Derry would believe, it was that Henry was a huge cuddler.

Even when he was in a bad mood, or having a hard time, he was always ready for a good cuddle.

Your back hit the plush bed with a light thud before you pulled Henry into you, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. His chest heaved under your touch before he relaxed into your grasp, giving in to what you both knew.

He was safe here.

While you couldn’t do much about the rest of the world, you could always protect him in this place. Right here, curled up in your arms, he couldn’t have been more at home or more protected.

“I love you” he hummed, nothing more leaving his lips as he snuggled in for the night and let his heavy eyes drift closed. For now, all he needed to do was exist, everything else was a problem for another day.

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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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Sexual harassment/abuse

Self Harm

ED's

Con-noncon / noncon

Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)

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who you want to be in it

what kind of fic you want

any specific reader you had in mind

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moonlit-imagines · 5 years

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Switchblade

Richie Tozier x Hocksetter!reader

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a/n:

prompt: y/n doesn’t like the way that their brother’s friends step all over other kids, so y/n decides to stand up to them

Derry wasn’t full of the best people, or the most interesting, but nobody seemed to care at this point. Every once in a while you’d see someone a little out of the ordinary, but sooner or later, they’re just another face.

You were stuck in Bowers’ stupid gang thanks to your older brother, Pat. He insisted that you’d be safer with them, but you called bullshit. You hated the way they treated the other students, they wouldn’t listen to you.

“Henry, get it together!” You shoved him. “You have no good reason to fuck with a bunch of kids! Stop being a little bitch and pick on someone your own size.” Henry clenched his jaw and glared at your brother.

“Listen, Hocksetter two point oh, I don’t take orders from you.” He walked towards you, but he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you.

“Maybe you should.” You stomped away and left your group in the dust. You maneuvered around the hallway of students with your skateboard under your arm and found your class. Geometry. A real snooze. You sat near two of the kids that Henry insisted on fucking with so bad. Tozier and Uris. A year ahead in math, but you knew Tozier was about to flunk this class. You graded papers after school every week.

You tapped on Richie’s arm, but he flinched and pulled away. You pulled back and gave him a half smile as he stared in fear.

“Sorry, sorry,” you whispered, “I was just making sure you were okay. I’m sick of Henry treating you guys like shit.” Richie stared at you through his glasses, his bug eyes only communicated confusion.

“I’m fine.” He mumbled and turned away. You hummed and tapped your pencil on your desk. You saw Stanley eying the two of you curiously.

“Mr. Uris, eyes up front.” Your teacher instructed. Soon, the bell rang and everyone swarmed out the door. Stanley and Richie joined a line of losers and discussed what had just happened.

“What did y/n say to you, Rich?” Stan asked.

“Nothing important.” He shrugged. Stanley sighed and headed for the front doors of the school with the rest of the losers, eager to get home and finish his 1200 piece puzzle he had gotten over the weekend.

But life wasn’t so simple. Bowers and his gang snuck up from behind and grabbed Richie and Bill by their collars. And they immediately began insulting them, which didn’t bode well for them. But you caught sight of the brewing altercation and ran over before it could escalate even further.

“You son of a bitch, Henry!” You punched his back. “Let go of them, asshole!” He unballed his fists and turned to you. Reg, Vic, and Pat blocked the Losers from running off.

“I’m sick and tired of you being soft, y/n. You aren’t in charge!” He pushed you to the ground and your brother stepped forward. “Back off, Hocksetter!” You crawled to your feet and delivered a punch to his jaw.

“What are you guys standing there for? Run!” You told the kids. Bowers spit on the ground.

“I’ll deal with you later, brat.” Bowers told you. “Go after them! Those little shits don’t get off that easily!” You dropped your skateboard and left them in the dust. You were able to catch up to a few of the losers.

“Why are you helping us?” Eddie asked as he shook his inhaler.

“You think I wanna stoop to their level? I hate the way they treat everyone and I’m ashamed that I’ve stood idly by and let them do what they do.” You admitted. “They’re fuckin’ crazy, you guys. I don’t think they’d care if they killed you.” The kids eyes went wide. “Go on, get moving! Where’s Richie?”

“He ran into the woods. He thought he could lose them that way.” The new kid told you.

“They’re not gonna stop until they find you. They’ll pound on your doors if they have to.” You shook your head. “But you’ll be safe in your houses. Henry’s dad’s a cop, so if he trespasses, he’s fucked. You guys are probably in the clear if you leave now, so go. I’ll find your friend and get him home safely. Good luck.” The kids nodded and rushed in each direction to get home. You hopped a few fences and reached the woodland part of Derry. Kid couldn’t have gone far.

The twigs and leaves snapped, crackled, and popped under your boots. The trek was starting to get boring, you were losing hope in finding this kid, but it was either you or the gang.

Finally, you saw the kid leaning on a tree. He had his headphones on, nodding his head along to the music. Great minds think alike. In your times of trouble, you’d turn to music, as well. He was apparently working on homework, but as you stepped closer, you startled him and he pulled out his switchblade and threw his headphones down.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry!” You lifted you arms. “I’m not gonna hurt you. You always carry that knife?” You asked.

“Recently.” He muttered. You stepped closer and kneeled down.

“Relax, Richie. I don’t want you to get hurt. My brother and his friends are grade A assholes.” You looked at his work. “Geometry homework, huh?”

“I’m gonna fail, but I’ll probably die first.” He joked.

“Not on my watch.” You reached a hand out and helped him up. “Bowers and the crew aren’t gonna stop until they find you, so I’m walking you home, got it?”

“Why?” He asked.

“Did you not just hear me? They’re gonna kill you.” You told him.

“I can get home by myself, I don’t need an escort.” He argued.

“Shut up, I’m trying to help you. Maybe I’ll even help you pass Mrs. Sullivan’s class while I’m at it.” You picked his bag up and handed it to him.

“Why help after all this time?” He asked.

“Because, I couldn’t let you get harassed any longer. I’m genuinely sorry that I didn’t do anything sooner, but if we don’t go now, you’re fucked.” You began walking.

“Fuck.” Richie groaned. He swallowed his pride and stomped alongside you. You smirked and shook your head.

“Where to?” You asked.

“That way.” He pointed. “Jesus Christ, my mom’s probably gonna invite you in for cookies.”

“Great, maybe I’ll get laid, too.” You chuckled.

“Hey, mom jokes are my thing!” He protested. “I’ll fuck your mom if you look at mine!” You stuck your hand in your pocket and reached for a cigarette, then pulled a lighter out of the other. “Oh, look, here comes cancer.” He rolled his eyes.

“What, you want one?” You asked, pulling another out.

“Of fucking course I do.” He snatched it and stuck it in his mouth, then you lit it for him. He put on a Bugs Bunny impression. “Very nice, see? Would you look at that, see?” You chuckled at him.

“I’ve never seen your wisecracking self, only the scared little boy running in the wind.” You commented and he shoved you.

“Maybe you’d see it if your mullet-wearing disgrace of a friend would back the fuck off.” He took his cigarette in between his fingers.

“Hey, listen here. Bowers is not a friend. Bowers is a bitch.” You told him. “He cries when he gets embarrassed and he’s a lying dirtbag. You know that Marsh girl?”

“Yeah, she and him were together, right?” His question made you cackle.

“Hell no! That poor girl’s reputation isn’t true in the slightest. She kicked Henry in the dick because he backed her against a wall.” You laughed.

“Holy shit, that’s great.” He walked into the road. “Why haven’t I heard that story before?”

“Nobody dares expose him for the pussy that he is.”

The pair of you exchanged jokes for a few blocks, then found Richie’s house.

“Get your ass in there.” You gently pushed him to the door.

“Not unless you come in with me.” He retorted.

“Your mom better be in there.” You patted him on the back. He rolled his eyes and opened up the door.

“This is my glorious home, drop your shit wherever.” He told you. “My room is the third door on the right.” You walked in and sat down on his bed. He came in about three minutes later with two slices of pizza.

“Oh, nice.” You reached for a slice, but he pulled away.

“Back off, these are mine.” He said with his chewed pizza in his mouth. You frowned at this and he laughed a bit. “I’m kidding, take it.”

“Good one, four eyes.” You took the other slice. “So you just let anyone into your house? Until like three hours ago you hated me.”

“Hates a strong word. But yeah, I hated you.” He sorted through his bag and found his geometry homework. “You showed us that you’re not an asshole though, that’s what matters. Now help me pass this stupid class.”

You spent the next few hours helping Richie out with his homework, but his mom came home and it got a little awkward.

“Who’s this, Richie?” His mom asked.

“Y/N was just helping me with some math homework.” He told her.

“Well, that’s sweet. I’m getting dinner ready, would you like to eat with us?” She asked you.

“Sounds great! Thank you.” You smiled and she left the room. You nudged Richie with your elbow and he pushed your shoulder.

“Next time were going to your house and I’m gonna flirt with your mom the entire time.” He told you.

“Oh, so there’s a next time?” You asked.

“I’m hoping so.” He put his books down.

“Well, Bowers is at our house a lot, so I don’t advise going there.” You grabbed his hand.

“You’re right, probably for the best.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t think I’ve said it yet, so thanks for the save. If you didn’t walk me home, I probably would’ve pissed myself.”

“Anytime, Rich. You’re a pretty cool dude.” You poked his side.

“I’m definitely cooler than you.” He snarked.

“Oh, shut up.” You told him.

“Make me.” He leaned forward. You took a shot in the dark and kissed him, and lucky for you, he kissed back. You took a second to pull back.

“Well, we’re moving fast.” You remarked.

“I’m not complaining.” He kissed you once more, but his mom knocked on the door. You each flew back and played the roles of tutor and student.

“Okay, so a squared plus b squared equals c squared, got it?” You explained to Richie. He was leaned over with a hand propping his head up and nodded.

“Oh, look at you two. Anyways, dinner’s ready! Come on out.” She smiled and walked away, so you and Richie let out a small fit of giggles. His face was bright red.

“Really? The Pythagoreon Theorem? I know that one!” He told you.

“Well, apparently not according to last weeks test.”

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thecreativeangel · 6 years

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Richie Tozier x Smol! Reader Would Include...

- Richard “Trashmouth” Tozier is a king sized piece of shit. That’s a fact.

- When he was only 15 (ONLY 15!!!) he was 6′2 feet, or 1.88 meters, or 189 centimeters. Take your pick. Oh, by the way, he’s 6′5 now.

- And he makes you SUFFER. Like it’s not hard to be smaller than him. He’s a fucking giant.

- bUT YOU’RE “SMOL”, APPARENTLY, AND HE WON’T LET THAT SHIT GO.

- You bet your ass he does the entire “puts things on the top shelf, holds your books just out of your reach, uses your head as an arm rest” trope.

- “How’s the weather down there?”

- “How about you watch out for that airplane you overgrown mountain.”

- Richie won’t give up teasing. Ever.

- Once he was holding a can of Cola over your head, being a smug jerk.

- So you jumped on him, climbed his shirt, took the Cola, jumped down and gave him the middle finger.

- *Richie.EXE has stopped working*

- *(GIRLFRIEND_BADASS=YES; BRAIN: UNRESPONSIVE;//)*

- *If this is the first time you’ve flustered this Trashmouth, please restart your boyfriend. If you fluster this Trashmouth again, please follow these steps:*

- *Step away. Reevaluate life. Smirk at how dumb he looks.*

- Richie came to eventually.

- According to him: “I have never been more turned on in my life.”

- Halloween costumes are easy but usually humiliating. One year you actually went as a fun sized Milky Way bar, and he went as a king sized Hershey.

- But it’s okay because you stole half his candy.

- He got it back eventually even tho you threatened to fight him.

- “What’re you gonna do, kick my ankles?”

- “Say goodbye to your kneecaps asshole.”

- In crowds he always finds ways to embarrass you.

- “I LOST MY PERSONAL LEPRECHAUN! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND ANY GOLD NOW???”

- *You, from somewhere in the crowd* “IT WASN’T FUNNY THEN AND IT ISN’T FUNNY NOW YOU PRICK!”

- That got you kicked out of a shopping mall.

- You started to climb onto his shoulders to avoid getting lost in crowds, and he’d always pretend to drop you, and you’d smack him upside his stupid curly haired head.

- When Henry Bowers made funny of you though, it was a completely different Richie.

- He’d go from a dirty minded but friendly giant to a scary ass knight in AC/DC armor. Hell, it was the first time someone beat up Henry Bowers.

- One time Richie had teased you so much you finally broke and gave him a black eye. All the Losers were so shocked. For the wrong reasons.

- “How did you even reach his face?”

- “Did you do that kinky thing where you climb him?”

- “Why is Richie LAUGHING?”

- Turns out he was PROUD of you for fighting back. It may also be because of a minor concussion.

- Sometimes he asks: “Why are short people so mean?”

- And you always answer: “’Cause we’re closer to hell.”

- At least cuddling is amazing. You’re the small spoon (or as Richie says it, “smol spoon”. Then he gets hit in the face with a book).

+ If you’re facing away from him (while cuddling): He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. When the weather is hot this is how the two of you sleep, even if it’s a bit sticky because of sweat and heat. (but sometimes you’re sweaty because of a different reason noot noot amiright ladies?) Derry’s pretty cold most of the year, so you don’t usually cuddle this way, but it happens. Imagine having one of those old rotating fans on with the window open at night, hoping to cool down in Derry’s scorching July as Richie runs his fingers along the side of your hip. *Melts*

+ If you’re facing towards him (while cuddling): It’s probably really cold outside and inside. Like, “the heater broke and now we need to cuddle but no we’re not going to sleep naked to ‘preserve body heat’ dammit Richie”. You bury your head in his shirt and pull him as close to you as possible because he gives off such a calming warmth. It’s never hard for either of you to fall asleep while listening to each other’s steady heartbeats. Richie’s shirts smell like pine needles and vanilla and your shampoo smells like cedar wood, and its an intoxicating scent to both.

+ Authors Note:A E S T H E T I C S. A E S T H E T I C S E V E R Y W H E R E.

- Some Extra Notes:

- He was to lean down to make out kiss you properly.

- You can wear his shirts like a dress.

+ Winter? Boom, fluffy maroon sweater dress.

+ Spring? Boom, hoodie dress.

+ Summer? bOOM, BAND TEE DRESS. (Your favorite is the Metallica shirt)

+ FALL? FUCK IT, SPOOPY FLANNEL DRESS ALL UP IN YO FACE.

- Tol!Richie plus Smol!You is the best thing.

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loverssclub · 7 years

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Bullies

Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader

Request Summary: You and Stan don’t really get along, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Author’s Note: I combined two requests because I thought they worked well together!

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All of the Loser’s Club sighed and rolled their eyes as they heard you and Stan going at it again. They could all feel the headaches start to come on and Eddie was tempted to shoot himself right there and then.

“Will you s-stop arguing for g-g-God’s sake!” shouted Bill.

“He started it,” you mumbled childishly, pointing at Stan.

“I did not! You’re the one that started it!“ Stan retorted.

"That’s it,” Beverly stated, standing up and brushing off her skirt. “I’m leaving, you two are giving me a headache.”

“What about the ice cream?” You pouted slightly, remembering why you were all here in the first place.

“You can get it yourself,” Ben said, standing up along with the rest of the group.

You and Stan watched as the Losers all walked away together, slightly upset.

“This is your fault,” you said, turning your head towards Stan.

He shook his head, standing up and walking over to his bike. “Whatever you say.”

You watched as he got on the bike and left, feeling upset that your arguing had caused your friends to be mad at you.

You sat, feeling sorry for yourself before saying “fuck it” and deciding to get ice cream by yourself. You didn’t need your friends. Yeah, it would’ve been nice to have them go with you, but whatever.

Hopping on your bike, you began to pedal towards the local ice cream shop.

“Enjoy your ice cream,” the teenager at the counter said, looking extremely bored.

“You too!”

Shaking your head, you thought about how stupid it was to say that. Shrugging it off, you continued to lick at your desert, loving the way it tasted. You walked around the little shopping center, looking at some of the clothes through the windows.

Then you heard what sounded like an animal cry.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you walked towards the noise as it continuously got louder. You were led to an empty alley where you could see four figures standing above a hurt dog.

“HEY!”

The figures turned around and you could feel your face pale at the sight of the Bowers gang. All of their eyes narrowed at the sight of you, but you didn’t care. They were hurting a poor dog for heavens sake!

“What do you want?” Henry spat.

“I want you to leave that poor dog alone,” you replied, taking a brave (and possibly stupid) step forward.

“Mmm, how about no?” You watched as Henry flipped open a switchblade and you immediately lunged forward, attempting to rip it out of his hands.

You were unable to get very far, however, as you felt someone yank the back of your shirt. You felt the collar choke you a bit and coughed as you fell on your butt. Looking up, you saw Patrick and Henry standing above you and you scooted back slightly.

Henry held the switchblade in his hand and took a step forward, pointing it towards you. You backed up into a wall and looked around, trying to find some way to escape. You noticed that the dog was now gone and silently wondered whether or not the dogs life was worth your own.

The two boys took menacing steps forward as the other two stood behind them, smug looks on their faces. Henry leaned in and got extremely close to your face. You closed your eyes as he spoke, hot breath hitting your face.

“Looks like we have a new play thing, boys.”

Henry made a move to a slice you in the arm, only to stop when something hit his head. Peeking out from behind Henry, you saw something you would have never guessed you would see in a million years.

Stanley Fucking Uris.

Defending you.

Your eyes widened as you saw the rocks he held in his hand and watched as he threw some at the boys that stalked towards him.

“Go pick on someone your own size!” He yelled.

Henry stood up from in front of you and started taking steps towards Stan, only to stop when he got pelted with rocks. For a split second, while all four boys were on the ground, Stan motioned at you to get over there and you got up as quickly as possible, running over to him. The two of you began to run like your life depended on it (which it kind of did), hearing Bowers behind you.

Stan pulled you along, dodging past pedestrians and making sharp turns. Eventually, you two stopped behind a store and you huddled together, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Why-“ you were cut off when Stan pressed a hand to your mouth and widened his eyes. Shaking his head frantically, he put a finger to his lips, urging you to be quiet. Doing as he told, you listened as Henry and his friends ran past the place you two had been hiding. As soon as you were sure that they were gone, Stan removed his hand from your mouth and sighed.

“What were you thinking?”

“What do you mean?”

He rolled his eyes.

“You confronted Bowers and his goons and almost got yourself killed in the process. What was that all about?”

You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry, but they were about to murder a fucking animal. I couldn’t let them do that!” You exclaimed. “Plus, why do you care? You always argue with me any-“

You were cut off when Stan smashed his lips onto your own. Your mind had barely processed what was happening before Stan was already pulling away.

“Yeah, I argue with you because I don’t know how else to express my feelings. You’re such an amazing person and I can understand if you don’t like me back, I get it but-“

This time he was cut off when you pressed your lips against his.

“Shut up Stanley.”

He blushed brightly and smiled, hugging you tightly. Smiling, you brought your hands up to his curly hair and twisted some of it around your finger, enjoying the moment.

Pulling away, you two smiled widely at each other.

“But seriously, don’t ever do that again.”

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stenbrovgh · 7 years

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"BEAUTIFUL."

Request ⇾ can you do a richie x reader where she is plus size and richie saves her from being picked on by Henry?

Warnings ⇾ Henry being an ass, swearing etc

A/N ⇾ I hope you all are having a great day! Keep sending in requests!

It was no lie that Y/N didn't like the way she looked. There were many little things here and there that she didn't care for, whether that be her hair, or her eyes or any of the other small things she despised. However, there was always one huge thing she wished she could change. Her weight. She'd go from having good days and feeling super body confident to having terrible days where she felt disgusting and desired only to change.

Bev, her best friend, always told her how beautiful she was and that she should never think of changing because she was perfect but Y/N could never bring herself to completely believe the words the Beverly was constantly throwing her way. Bev sometimes said it to Y/N like a mantra, and repeated it while soothing her upset friend but that usually worked as a short time fix, not a longtime one.

It didn't help that everyone at her school were either close minded or, to put it frank, assholes. In particular, one infamous group of bullies known more predominantly as 'The Bowers Gang.' Lead by Henry Bowers, his gang were known for picking on easy targets, to be specific, the losers club. The amount of times Henry or Patrick had spewed hate at Y/N or said no one would ever love her, was endless, but that didn't stop Y/N from developing a crush on her fellow friend, known as, the Trashmouth Tozier.

"You know, Y/N, I always heard fat girls were lazy... but look at you! You're practically running to get away from us!" Henry taunted as he stood surrounded by his goons while they laughed, only encouraging them further.

Y/N had actually found the other two members of the gang, Belch and Vic, to be quite pleasant when they weren't influenced by their peers. They usually left her alone but Henry and Patrick could be deemed ruthless towards her.

Before Y/N could react or say anything back to Henry - if she could work up the courage - she was cut off by said crush.

"Hey, Bowers, why don't you fuck off, huh?" Richie bravely shouted at his and his crushes tormentor.

"You are so going to regret that, four eyes!"

"You didn't have to do that for me, Richie."

"I know." Richie began, "But I wanted to."

The two friends were sat on Y/N's bed as she pulled worked on fixing the numerous bruises that were scattered across Richie's face.

"It's just, he's such an asshole, Y/N, and you don't deserve that. You're beaut-" Richie stopped in the middle of the sentence, cursing himself for letting it slip out. He couldn't have you finding out he had the biggest crush on him, not when he thought the feeling wasn't mutual. This didn't go unnoticed by Y/N though, she heard it loud and clear. A pink tint flashed over her cheeks as she shot her head down and coughed to try to break the silence.

"You're all done. You should be fine, just try not to get into anymore fights. Okay, Richie?"

"Can't make any promises." He smirked and they both snickered at his reply.

"Oh and Richie, I think you're beautiful too."

The curly haired boy went red at the comment.... Y/N couldn't possibly like him? Could she?

"Hey, Y/N, would you, maybe, want to go out sometime? I mean, only if you want to, of course. You don't have to.... don't just say yes because you feel like you have to... does that make sense? Of course it does, you're smart!"

Obviously the boy was so inexperienced and it just made Y/N giggle. He was so flustered!

"I'd love that, Richie."

The two lovebirds just grinned in sheer happiness at one another before Y/N engulfed him in a hug, to which Richie gladly returned. To anyone watching, the scene would've been beautiful.

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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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 · 3 years

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Vulnerable Pt.2

Henry Bowers x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1780 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Henry doing his best to make a mends after he treated the reader so badly

Part 1

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You hadn't seen Henry since that night in the Trans Am.

He had made it very clear how he felt about you and that was fine. If he didn't want to spend time with you, you weren't going to waste your time worrying about what he had going on. That was just about all you cared to think about, and then you moved on.

You weren't desperate, or in love, you just wanted to get closer to a man that you didn't know very well to begin with, but that wasn't what he had in mind. You weren't going to waste your energy, or emotions, on someone who didn't even care enough to be honest with you.

Besides, if he thought you were such a lard ass, there was no loss for him.

That being said, it shocked him when he got to school and saw you across the hall, only to turn away from him entirely. There was no real upset on your face or even much thought at all when your eyes met his, or when you turned away.

However, even though you seemed to not care at all, Henry certainly did.

The way you'd reacted wasn't alright by him. After the way he'd treated you the other night, you should have had something to say to him. You should have made a scene or yelled at him, you should have done something.

It didn't matter how you reacted, but you should have done something. He had been so nasty to you, shutting you down in the middle of a pretty solid make-out but now it was like you didn't even care.

What kind of chick wouldn't have something to say after that? Not any that he'd ever known.

Still, Henry wasn't some girl who was going to stress over why you weren't doting on his every word. He didn't care, or so he told himself over and over again. It didn't make any sense, mostly because Henry had never felt that way, but he didn't want to think about it.

He didn't want to even give the idea any weight, and he certainly didn't want to give the guys any cue that something was wrong with him. The last thing he needed was those idiots making a scene over this whole thing.

They would just call him a bitch over it.

However, after a half hour or so of Henry trying to make sense of it all, his left leg shaking aggressively against his desk. He couldn't focus for shit, and every time he managed to try, his thoughts somehow drifted back to your face that night.

You looked so shocked when you realized what he'd meant the first time he told you to get out. There was only a split second where you actually looked upset, surprised that he would actually treat you like that, but you quickly replaced it with anger.

It was the same thing he often did.

Though, coming from you, it made much more sense. You didn't know anyone in this town, but you'd somehow ended up in the backseat of Belch's car with him. It was a hell of a welcome to this place, and he sort of felt bad.

You didn't deserve the way he'd yelled at you.

Henry understood that he wasn't the greatest guy, and he knew that you would always be too good for him. Admitting that to other people was the part he had trouble with, and he was never going to do that sort of thing.

...At least, not now.

What he did know was that if he didn't get some kind of explanation from you, he was going to go crazy. He didn't understand what he felt for you, or what he cared at all, but he did. Nothing he tried to do could change that.

Henry didn't want to talk to you.

He didn't want to address what had happened in the back of Belch's car, or what he'd said about you, but he felt like he didn't have a choice. In the same way that you'd forced Henry to feel things that he'd never felt before, you also had this effect on him.

It felt like he wasn't good enough for you, but maybe he didn't need to push you away because of that. Maybe there was some way for him to get better to deserve you.

In any case, Henry knew that explaining himself to you was not going to be easy.

After the way he'd acted, he knew that you were going to really make him swallow his pride over it, and that was going to be hard. Right now though, Henry didn't care about any of that. All he cared about was getting you to look at him again with something in your eyes.

He wanted you to look at him like you had before it all went south, when the two of you were just hanging out, talking like real people.

That was what he was missing.

You didn't really care about the way Henry had acted, mostly because you didn't have many expectations in the first place.

The way your brother talked about him was enough for you to give up all hope of a relationship.

All you really wanted from Henry was a good time but even that was too much, which was fine by you. He wasn't the only person in this town so if he really had a problem, you weren't going to push the issue.

However, just because you'd come to terms with that didn't make you any more ready when Henry approached you after school. For once, he wasn't surrounded by his 'gang' but that didn't bring you any comfort either.

Just because they weren't around right now didn't mean that couldn't change at any second.

"Why didn't you talk to me this morning?" he started, an almost accusatory tone in his voice. It was a unique approach, especially because he was the one who'd yelled at you in the first place. You didn't push him away or make him walk home all alone.

This wasn't your fault.

Though, you didn't bother to explain that to Henry, who you doubted would understand what he'd done wrong. In fact, you weren't even sure why he was bothering to talk to you at all, he had made his opinions very clear.

As far as you were concerned, there was no need to even have this conversation.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I needed to" you scoffed finally, when you glanced over your shoulder to find the blonde still standing there, his arms across his chest. He was really entitled, considered the fact that you didn't owe him anything.

You clearly weren't in the mood, but Henry couldn't let this be the way this whole thing ended. He owed you an apology but it was obviously going to be a lot harder than he'd originally thought to get there.

"No, you didn't need to. I just kinda thought you would" he stammered, floundering just a little bit in the kind of way you didn't expect. It was a vulnerability that you hadn't been expecting, but while it softened you a little, you weren't willing to forget how cruel he'd been.

No one deserved to be treated the way Henry so often treated everyone else.

He could be so cruel, and so nasty, and had been that night. Still, you just felt like even knowing that, he seemed to be telling the truth. The look on his face was more than enough to sell it.

You hadn't known Henry for very long but you could tell that he wasn't used to having to swallow his pride like this and really, you were enjoying it a little more than you should have been.

It just made you feel good.

Maybe that was cruel, or petty but you didn’t care. You had never taken Henry for the groveling type, and it was amusing to watch him scramble his way to an apology.

“You made yourself pretty clear before” you allowed, shoving the entirety of your locker contents into your bag. You didn’t have very much there in the first place, but it was enough to pull your focus from Henry again.

Anything was a welcome distraction at this point.

There was a moment of silence behind you as Henry tried to keep up with you walking out of the building, while still trying to come up with what he wanted to say. All the thinking he’d done previously were doing very little to help him now that he was facing you.

“I know, I’m sorry about that” was all he came up with. It was ridiculous, of course, but all things considered, you had to give it to him. Henry didn’t have much experience in the area of apologizing.

It wasn’t something he was all that good at but at least he was trying, from where you were sitting, that was half the battle. So, as much as you were enjoying tormenting him, you felt like it wasn’t going to get any better than this.

“What are you playing at? What do you want?” you asked finally, stopping your stride to face him, paying no mind to the rest of the students about the courtyard. Everyone was heading home after a long school day, but they didn’t even spare the pair of you a glance.

Whatever business it was that Henry Bowers had with the new girl, they didn’t want to be part of it.

Clearly, Henry wanted you to say or do something. That was the only reason why he would still be here, looking at you with that expecting look on his face. Still, he didn’t know what to say.

There weren’t really words for what he was feeling.

He wanted you, and wanted to make it all better but he also didn’t know how to handle the way you made him feel. All he knew was that he didn’t want to see you from across the hallway and not be able to talk to you. He didn’t want to never be able to kiss you again.

Even if he couldn’t just be straight up and say that.

“I want another shot, let me take you out” he suggested finally, confronting everything he was thinking head on. It was sudden, and didn’t make very much sense but he figured if he had to, he should just rip the bandage right off.

...And, even though you knew you would regret it, you agreed. If that made you a glutton for punishment, so be it.

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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Pretty

12 days of Christmas Special 2

Henry Bowers x Plus size!reader (Sister)

Word Count: 1281 words

Warnings: none

Summary: How the Bowers siblings spend Christmas

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Christmas in the Bowers house had always been sort of strange.

Butch had never really cared much for the holidays, and often worked through Christmas eve because of that. He didn’t like Christmas, and since your mom had left, he hated it even more so.

Which left you and Henry alone for most holidays during your childhood, which necessarily wasn’t the worst thing for you.

It was no secret that your brother could be moody and mean on occasion but he wasn’t all bad. You never doubted that Henry loved you, and he proved that even more around the holidays.

Henry didn’t really care for Christmas.

All throughout his childhood, there was basically no Christmas but when you were born, that changed a little for him. He went back and forth on how he felt for you, but overall, he was pretty protective.

...And when it came to Christmas time, he wanted you to have more than he had as a kid.

He knew that Butch tended to ignore the holidays, even now, and wouldn’t do anything for you. Not only that, but if you were lucky, he would ignore the two of you when he’d had too much to drink or a hard day at work.

It had always been that way.

When the two of you were younger, Henry would go out of his way to try and play Santa. He would make you little crafts and toys and wrap them in newspaper so you’d have something under the tree.

However, he didn’t have to do that anymore. Now that the two of you were older, Christmas was easier on you both.

For starters, you didn’t believe in Santa Clause anymore, so he didn’t have to jump through hoops to keep that illusion alive for you. That was for the best, as Henry didn’t have energy to do that anymore.

...And it didn’t hurt that Henry had his own money now.

He didn’t have to make you flimsy Popsicle stick houses and paper dolls anymore. If he wanted too, Henry could go out and pick up whatever he wanted for you, and in that way, Christmas was better.

Though, your father still didn’t want to be a part of it. Butch refused to even get you a Christmas tree this year, because he didn’t want to look at it.

For him, it was nothing more than a nuisance.

Of course, Henry wasn’t going to make you go without a tree. It was a tradition that he knew you loved, something you’d been doing since you were children. You had always gone to the Derry tree lot and picked out a live tree.

It broke your heart to hear that you weren’t going to have one this year, so naturally, Henry took it upon himself to make it all better.

He started by having the boys come in so that they could get it all figured out. Patrick complained at first, but at the end of the day, he decided to just do as he was told without starting a fight with your brother.

While it was no secret that your father hated the holiday season, that didn’t stop the Bowers gang from putting together the perfect christmas for you.

It took a little bit of convincing i.e threatening on Henry’s part to get the boys to help him out but once he did, they all got to work trying to make it all work.

That meant buying ingredients for cookie dough and cutouts, shopping, anything to make your holiday the best that it could be.

...But first, there was one thing you needed.

“Oh hey, I didn’t know you guys would be here” you hummed, shocked that the guys were standing in your kitchen. It may not have been shocking normally, but this was a Saturday at ten in the morning.

You didn’t even know they got up this early.

“Go get dressed, we have plans today” Henry prompted, eyeing you incredulously from where he was standing. You were still wearing your pajamas and that wasn’t going to work for what he had planned today.

There was a strange tone in his voice, something you hadn’t been expecting, but you knew better than to ask questions. Whatever it was, you were sure it wouldn’t take too much time.

Henry would probably drop you off at the house a little later so he could hang out with the guys at the quarry. Even knowing that though, you went to get dressed just as he’d said and didn’t ask where you were going until the car stopped again.

The Trans Am jolted slightly as Belch pulled into a parking space, causing you to lean a little too much into Patrick’s side.

You were going to apologize to him, but before you could, you glanced out the window to see where you were. You didn’t want to get too excited but you couldn’t help yourself.

It was the Christmas tree lot.

You really didn’t think you’d be able to come here this year but there was no denying it. Every year, the Derry Christmas tree lot stayed the same, and it was perfect.

To you, Christmas wasn’t Christmas without it.

You couldn’t help the small gasp that left your lips when you realized where you were, your eyes snapping up to Henry’s face as if to clarify what you were assuming.

When he nodded, a small smile creeping onto his lips, it was over. You scrambled to get out of the car, urging Vic to get out as quickly as he could so that you could start looking through the aisles.

From where you were sitting, you couldn’t get there quick enough and didn’t even bother to wait for the boys to get out of the car before taking off.

On occasion, the boys would tease Henry for going so far for your benefit but you were his little sister and he had always done this for you.

It was second nature by now.

...And seeing how happy this made you, they understood why this had been so important to him.

“Christmas trees huh? Who knew” Patrick shrugged, watching the way you buzzed around happily, smelling the fresh fir and pine trees and feeling the needles beneath your fingers.

It was funny, of course, but more than anything, each of the four males were just enjoying the obvious happiness this was giving you.

When Henry told them that you liked going to pick out a Christmas tree every year, they never expected you to like it this much.

“We used to go with mom. I think that’s why she likes it so much” Henry shrugged, heading in your direction without much more than that, only to be followed by the rest of them.

You didn’t like talking about your mother, because she hadn’t come to see either of you in years, and there was no reason for you to care about her. However, there were certain things that just brought back those happy memories.

“You find one you like?” Henry asked, coming up behind you. You were looking at a pretty big fir tree, with big full leaves and a bright green color.

It was a nice one, one that you’d have to put in your bedroom to avoid the wrath of your father but a nice one nonetheless. Even if it was going to be a bitch to transport, if this was what you wanted, he’d figure it out.

“Yeah, isn’t this one pretty?” you hummed, gingerly feeling the needles. It was going to be difficult to get home, but at least you’d gotten one thing right.

It was pretty.

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Vulnerable

Henry Bowers x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1162 words

Warnings: Henry is cruel about the reader’s weight.

Summary: Henry isn’t capable of letting anyone get close to him

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You never planned to be in this position.

Under Henry Bowers, his hot breath fanning your face, your body sandwiched between his own and the leather backseat of Belch Huggins Trans Am.

You knew better than anyone that before moving to Derry, you never would have even given a thug like him the time of day, but there was just something about him.

Something about this place that just forced your hand.

To be fair though, you liked Henry.

You really liked Henry or else you wouldn’t be here in the first place but there was one thing gnawing at you even as he peppered kisses to your neck.

...Henry was a bad guy.

In all the time since you and Ben had moved to Derry, he had been making your brother’s life a living hell, along with his friends. There was no other way to explain it.

Henry liked to torment other people, especially those he deemed weaker than him and that wasn’t something anyone should have just brushed off.

He’d practically mutilated your brother a few days ago, carving into him like a ham on christmas but you still agreed to come out with him tonight.

In a lot of ways, it made you no better than him.

What was wrong with you?

Clearly, a lot.

You knew that if he wasn’t attracted to you, there was a good chance Henry would have treated you just as poorly. In fact, you were almost sure of it.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“What are you thinking about?” Henry asked finally, separating from you ever so slightly in an attempt to look you in the face. It was dark, especially in the backseat, but he could see well enough.

You were thinking about something, Henry knew that much.

This had been your idea, getting in the backseat, but now that you were here, the faint taste of cigarette on your tongue, you weren’t nearly as enthusiastic as you had been.

...And you weren’t even sure why.

By all accounts, Henry Bowers was hot.

He was a bad boy with an attitude and reputation to match, though he clearly had a soft spot somewhere, even if you hadn’t quite cracked the code yet.

It was like catnip for a girl like you, but that pesky fact was just gnawing at you.

He was a bully, and a real jerk when he wanted to be. There was no way that you could avoid that sort of thing, even if you did like having his hands all over you.

“Do you like me? Or, is this all we are?” you wondered, genuinely curious. Frankly, you didn’t care either way but it would be nice to clarify first.

After all, if Henry just wanted to spend time with you in the dead of night, jammed in the back of his buddy’s car, that was fine by you. It just wasn’t lost on you that there was a potential for him to care about you.

In some ways, Henry was a broken toy and you’d always had a soft spot for people like that. Not to mention if he kept humming in your ear like that, your heart would probably burst.

You just wanted to make sure that he knew what he was getting into.

“What kind of question is that?” He groaned, leaning down to capture your bottom lip between his teeth briefly, biting down just hard enough to make you wince.

What more could you have expected from him, really?

“I’m just wondering if the kissing bridge is all I’m good for or if you’re gonna call me next time your pops pistol-whips you” you shrugged, admittedly being a little harsh.

You couldn’t help it.

Henry was harsh all the time, the least you could do was give him a taste of his own medicine on occasion.

You two hadn’t known each other for very long in the grand scheme of things but you could tell well enough that he was the sort of man who had to be baited into conversation.

...And you had no problem doing that.

He may have been rough around the edges, but he had no clue what he was dealing with as far as you were concerned. You may have looked like a sweet summer child, but you would be the death of him if he wasn’t careful.

“How did you-?” he started, but stopped as soon as you reached around, gingerly running your fingernail over the raised flesh of a scar along his spine.

You weren’t an idiot.

You may not have cared about very many people but you were perceptive enough. There had to be some reason he was so cruel right? You just assumed his bastard father was the culprit.

“This is fine, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t want you to fall in love with me” you teased, giving him a small wink that he just barely caught, still floundering some.

Now, you weren’t sure what it was exactly that made him act the way he did. Maybe it was because you’d struck a nerve, or maybe it was because you were right. In any case, you earned an eye roll from him. It took a second, but it did come, after he’d got himself back together, all proof of your earlier makeout long gone.

All he could do now was try to figure out how he could get the upper hand in this situation and once he’d decided he couldn’t, he did the only other thing he knew to do.

He got mad.

“Get out”

It was little more than a mutter and even in the close quarters the two of you were holding right now, you just barely caught it. However, when you made no motion to move, he got more upset.

“I said get out! Get your lard ass out of the car” he yelled, shocking you at that.

You should have seen it coming, as Henry frequently acted like every other person in the world was nothing more than a mirror for his hatred. However, you thought you didn’t count in that regard. You thought you’d made it pretty clear that you weren’t just some kid he could bully.

Sure, whatever it was you two shared, it wasn’t all that personal but you thought it would at least keep him from being cruel but you were wrong.

This was who he really was.

You were tempted to speak, but upon seeing his reflection there, only lit by the faint glow of the streetlight a few feet away, you stopped. He had his arms crossed, jaw tensed as he stared out the window.

“Tell your dad I said hi” you spit, crawling over the front seat and out of the car, letting the door slam behind you without any care for the noise.

You should have known better than to think that he could ever actually care for anyone.

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Facing Fears

Henry Bowers x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1507 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader doesn’t like the water but Henry finds a way around it

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You had always been terrified of the quarry. The murky water was deep and there was no good way to tell how deep it really was.

It didn’t help that you couldn’t trust your friends to not let you drown and die.

Hell, Patrick would probably just laugh at you from the shore. Though, even you had to admit that sitting on the sidelines whole the gang had fun was kind of lame.

You wanted more than anything to join in but you couldn’t make yourself do it. Water had been your worst fear since you were a kid and nothing had changed.

...You hated it.

Unfortunately for you though, there wasn’t much to do in the small town of Derry, Maine. In all honesty, other than terrorizing the neighborhood kids or jamming in the trans am, there wasn’t anything else to do.

Maybe that was why Vic suggested going to the quarry in the first place. Apparently some kids were talking about it at school and he wanted to check it out.

That was the beginning of the summer, any ever since then, you all had been there almost every day. It was more private than town and got you away from your problems so you didn’t mind.

However, it did introduce a new problem into your life.

“Come on babe,it’s fun out here” Patrick called, a wide smile on his face.

All you could do was groan, so sick of trying to convince them that you didn’t want to. Everyone was afraid of something but that didn’t make it any easier for them to understand.

...So you stayed, perched on top of a rock where you had been for at least an hour.

Anything was better than having to admit that your worst fear was the lake. “I’m good” you assured, giving the raven-haired boy thumbs up which seemed to be enough for him to move on.

In truth, it bothered all of the guys that you didn’t at least take a dip. Today was, by far, the hottest day of the summer so far and you had to be burning up.

Every time they asked, you assured yourself, and all of your friends, that you were fine. Though, Henry could tell that you were lying, and he didn’t like it one bit.

It was bad enough that you refused to wear sunscreen out here but he couldn’t exactly take you home with heat stroke.

Your folks would never let you out of the house again.

They already thought that the gang were nothing more than a bunch of thugs. Returning you in this condition would only solidify their opinions.

...And he couldn’t have that.

So, Henry did the only logical thing he could think of. Henry got out of the water, not stopping until he was standing in front of you.

“What are you-?” you started, only stopping when you saw the look on Henry’s face. You had never seen a look like that from him, he just looked so genuinely concerned.

“Off, now” he ordered, gesturing down to your clothes, only to roll his eyes when you didn’t move. You had no idea what he was getting at but you weren’t about to take your clothes off just because he told you to.

“Will you just do it, it’s too hot out here for all that” he grumbled, clearly unhappy with your hesitance.

As much as he would have loved to have you strip from him-this wasn’t about that. This was strictly about getting you out of this heat.

...He had to remember that.

You briefly considered telling him to fuck off before deciding not to push your luck. Henry had always had a soft spot for you but that didn’t make his temper any less short.

So, with a heavy sigh, you reached down to pull your t-shirt from your body. You would have liked more of an explanation but Henry wasn’t one to give that.

He was more of the barking orders kind.

Once you had stripped your clothes from your body, you paused-expecting Henry to tell you what the hell this was all about. Though, before he could explain, you realized that you’d acquired an audience at some point.

Over Henry’s shoulder stood; Belch, Vic, and Patrick-all grinning at you like idiots.

“What did you say to her, Bowers? I would have done it a long time ago” the tallest of them chided, that smug grin on his face. All you could do was roll your eyes at Patrick’s antics.

He could really be such an idiot sometimes. By this point in your friendship though, you paid him no mind.

Henry however, had some kind of problem with how you were being treated at the hands of his oldest, and dumbest, friend. “Knock it off, shithead” he spit, offering you a hand, which you took even though you still had no idea what the blonde was planning.

You could never tell with Henry.

“You’re gonna overheat, come on” he suggested, stopping only when your entire body tensed.

By this point, you were standing on the bank, the water only a few inches from your bare toes.

Normally, you would have just gone along with whatever the guys said out of blind trust but this was different. Nothing Henry said could get you in the water right now.

“What are you doing? Come on” he repeated, giving your arm another light tug-though you didn’t budge.

For a second, Henry stopped, just trying to figure out what was wrong with you. The two of you had been friends for a really long time and he’d never seen you like this.

Usually, you got this reaction out of other people.

“I can’t, Henry” you allowed, after a second, your brain getting kind of foggy at the very idea of going out there. The boy at your side was baffled, not only did you look genuinely terrified, but you just called him Henry.

It was always ‘Bowers’ or something along the lines of ‘dumb-ass’ or ‘dip-shit’ but never Henry.

...Something must have been really wrong.

“What’s wrong?” he asked finally, stopping his quest to get you into the water. Instead, he closed the gap between you, in hopes that would encourage you to open up a little bit.

The other guys had given up, returning to whatever dumb shit they were amusing themselves with.

It took a moment but you let out a heavy sigh before nodding. “I’m scared” it was slight and under your breath but he heard it. It didn’t make all that much sense to Henry but only because he’d never heard it before.

You half expected him to make fun of you but to your surprise, the ridicule never came.

Instead, Henry took your hand in his own, giving it a squeeze. The action surprised you, your eyes lifting from the dirt to his face. “Come on” he repeated himself, trying his best to lead you away from the safety of dry land.

You tensed again, before he huffed.

“Would you just trust me?” he grumbled, pretending to be offended. You were sure if you really wanted to but you knew that Henry wouldn’t let anything happen to you and he certainly wouldn’t let you die.

...So, as much as you hated it, you followed Henry further into the lake, only really tensing up when the water reached up to your waist. You felt like you were completely out of control and it was stressing you out.

You were sure that your heart was about to explode.

“Henry…” you hummed, stressing out more and more as you did your best to keep as close to him as humanly possible. All you could think about were all the bad things that could happen if an accident happened.

Maybe Henry wouldn’t be able to help you anyhow.

Luckily though, before you could literally lose your mind with all the fear that was crippling you, Henry picked you up with his arms under your thighs, which you wrapped around his waist instinctively.

It was possible that Henry would have never been able to do this without the help of the water, but you didn’t bother arguing. You were just glad to feel much more secure.

This was everything that you needed to feel better.

It may not have been the best option you had, but at least you weren’t going to literally die. Your fear wasn’t completely cured yet, but you knew that Henry had your back and that was the best thing that you could ask for.

“I told you to trust me” he grinned, clearly proud of himself at his clever plan. Sometimes you just needed to trust Henry, no matter how much you didn’t really want to. He was never going to let anything happen to you.

Now the only thing he had to figure out was how to get the guys shut up about his huge crush on you and how much more intense their ridicule would be now.

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The Clown

Henry Bowers x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1447 words

Warnings: Pennywise

Summary: Penny needs a better way to get to the teens of Derry, so *he* gets the reader to help.

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You first came in contact with the clown in a dream, or at least, you thought it was a dream.

Everything was pitch black, leaving you in the center of your now empty bedroom with nothing more than a voice to keep you company. It was a sort of funny voice, with an odd, theatrical sort of tone.

Still, you couldn't help the chill that ran up your spine as you listened.

"Hello there Y/N, couldn't sleep?" it called, startling you more when it spoke your name. You had no idea what was happening but you knew better than to argue, assuming that this was nothing more than a lucid dream.

You had been known to have those in the past, so it wouldn't surprise you if that was happening now.

All you had to do was play along and before you knew it, you would wake up in your bed again.

"I'm pretty sure I am sleeping" you answered, a slight laugh at the end of your sentence. You were really curious, more than anything, as to what this mystery voice was.

All fear or concern had left with the assumption that this was all make believe and you were just after a good time now. Your brain had come up with some weird shit in the past, but nothing quite like this.

You looked around the pitch black room, finding that you couldn't even see your hand in front of you face. It was super trippy, but you shrugged it off, deciding to ask the mystery voice a question this time.

You couldn't help it, if curiosity killed the cat, then you were a tabby.

"Who are you? Why can't I see you?" you wondered, your voice echoing back to you off the walls. It was a pretty simple question, as far as you were concerned but still, you were only met with silence.

At first.

After waiting a few moments, the room was full with the sound of, what you thought, was crying.

"I think you'll be afraid of me" the voice called, sniffling like a child as the sound met your ears. You had no idea what was going on, but you knew one thing...you had to lay off the acid.

If you weren't dreaming, this was the worst trip you'd ever had.

"Afraid of you? That's not very likely" you grumbled, wishing that you had a cigarette right about now. This stupid disembodied voice was getting on your nerves. However, as soon as you said that, the crying stopped.

It was replaced by a slight laughter, like a far off giggling.

"And why is that?" you heard, rolling your eyes at the trivial questions. This was the most annoying dream you'd ever had, and you were just about over it. "Because, I'm not afraid of anything" you allowed, running your hands through your hair.

As soon as those words left your lips, the room wasn't empty anymore. In front of you was a clown, much taller than you with a smile on his face. He introduced himself as Pennywise, and told you that he needed your help...with a game.

You smiled, after he'd finished telling you his little story. Maybe this dream wasn't as boring as you thought it was.

Once he was finished telling you what he needed, you woke up in your bed, with only the memory of what you'd seen. In fact, you would have just waved it of completely, if it wasn't for the scribbling on your wall.

Don't be afraid of the clown

After the events of last night, which you'd pretty much come to the conclusion had actually happened, you decided that doing as the clown asked was your best chance.

You had never really had much care for the people of Derry anyhow, and playing around with a creepy clown was the most fun you'd been offered in all your time here.

However, agreeing to help Pennywise meant that you'd have to convince Bowers to do the same.

You didn't really know why the clown wanted him, since you could do anything Henry could but you knew better than to ask questions. If nothing else, Henry Bowers was dispensable and could take the blame.

After all, Pennywise had made it pretty clear that people were going to die...and you weren't exactly in the mood to spend the next few decades in an asylum.

-But what was the best way to convince him?

You asked yourself that question over and over again as you huffed on your cigarette, watching him and his gang from across the courtyard. The last class of the day had just let out, not that you'd been in it.

All that meant for you was that you had a perfect opportunity to introduce yourself to him. Getting him on board with what you were proposing would be a process but if anyone could do it, it was you.

Few people were twisted enough in the head to actually agree to what the clown had suggested to you but Henry was a man, and you were sure that you could get him to come around.

It wasn't until your eyes fell on Belch Huggins Trans Am that it hit you...

Without missing a beat, you stood from the bench you'd been perched on and made your way over to where they were. "Hey guys, Give me a ride?" you called, not even bothering to introduce yourself.

The five of you had been in class together for a while, but you'd never actually met.

The closest you got to interacting with any of them was when Patrick offered to do you in the junk yard, followed by his asking you about your tongue piercing. He was kind of a creep but you didn't mind him.

He thought that he was dangerous, but in all honesty, you thought he was kind of a pussy. Though, when he offered to show you his fridge, you had to admit that you were a little intrigued.

Patrick was twisted, but not in the way that you needed. Pennywise wanted his anger, something that Pat just didn't have. He found joy out of torture but he didn't have that rage behind it.

Henry was the only one who could do this.

All four teens looked at you like you'd lost your mind but there was something different in each of their gazes. Vic and Belch looked confused, probably because they weren't sure where they knew you from. Patrick was sizing you up, like he always was-like a predator after its prey.

It wasn't until you locked eyes with Henry that you felt something different. He was studying you as you walked toward them, admiring you but not in any way that you recognized.

"My bike's in the shop, and I don't want to walk in this shitty weather" you lied, gesturing to the blazing sun that, when you were dressed in leather and lace, was the enemy. Belch nodded, careful not to keep his eyes on your body for too long.

He didn't want it to be super obvious that you were the most metal, beautiful girl that he'd ever seen. Not that it mattered...because you were looking at Henry for approval.

"You have a motorcycle?" Patrick blurted, slouching as he stood, his tongue running over his teeth. You had to admit that if he was a little more hardcore, you would have climbed that man like a tree, but he came with too much baggage.

All you did was nod in his direction before looking at Henry again, closing the distance between the two of you slowly. You didn't stop until you were close enough to lay a hand on his shoulder, your painted nails scrapping lightly at the fabric of his shirt.

"What do you say Bowers? Are you gonna make me walk in this heat?" you purred, biting lightly into your bottom lip.

Part of you expected him to melt in front of you, in the way that most guys did but Henry didn't budge. Instead, he backed up so that your hand fell to your side, and turned back to Belch and the running Trans Am.

"You can sit in the back, with Pat and Victor" he grumbled, sliding into the passenger side without so much as a look in your direction.

Maybe this wasn't going to be as easy as you thought.

However, you weren't worried. There was more than one way to skin a cat, so maybe you just had to find another way to get under his skin.

It shouldn't be too hard.

...And you knew just what to try next.

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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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Henry makes a friend

~Everyone in Derry is afraid of you

~No exceptions

~However, there's one guy who doesn't care one bit about how hard core you think you are

~In his world, Henry is the most insane motherfucker around

~He has no reason to be scared of some little girl

~Until he talks to you

~It's at that moment he realizes that he may have been wrong

~"What do you want, Bowers?"

~No one calls him that

~Still, he likes your edge

~You're probably playing with a switchblade or something when he approaches you again, this time-with a game plan

~He's not leaving here until you agree to go out with him

~"Be my girl"

~It was an order, not really a proposal but all you did was smile, your painted lips pursed in a smile

~"Never gonna happen, Bowers"

~You two end up going out, but you don't think it's anything serious

~Henry is nothing more than a hot guy that you can use for a little bit of fun

~However, he falls in love really quick

~Which isn't really going to work out, considering you recently made contact with a certain 'Eater of worlds' who calls himself Pennywise.

~But who knows? Maybe Bowers will make himself useful for something other than just sloppy make outs in the woods

(I’ve been kind of thinking of making this a full imagine, so let me know if that’s something you’re interested in)

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Not a Secret Anymore

Henry Bowers x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1664 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Henry wants to keep his relationship a secret but his girlfriend has a different plan.

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Henry liked to keep his two worlds separate, as a general rule. On one side, was the gang and the dorks at school and his rough gruff persona. He had no problem with that, the issues came on the other side.

You.

No one knew that Henry had a girl and there was a reason for that. You were a good, sweet girl with a bright future ahead of you and he was only going to ruin that. Not to mention that his friends would call him a pussy for keeping a girl like you on his arm.

But that didn’t change the fact that he was, no matter how much he hated it, that he loved you more than anything.

You had always been there for him, and if it hadn't been for your love and support, he wouldn't have had anyone. You were his reason for being, and the light of his life, but no one could know that.

That was the problem.

In trying to keep you out of the world he lived in, Henry had unintentionally hurt you and himself. You had never come out and told him pointblank that it bothered you when he pretended not to know you at school and only came to see you after the sun went down...but he knew.

It made him feel guilty that it had to be this way but what would people say if you two were together? What would his boys think if they knew that he'd tied himself down to one goody-two-shoes broad.

He'd never hear the end of it.

It just couldn't be like that, not if Henry was going to keep up his image, and you'd accepted that...because you loved him, so of course you'd do whatever he asked, even if it meant you weren't allowed to speak to him if anyone else was around.

Neither of you liked that rule, but sometimes it just had to be that way.

Your morning started like any other, getting out of bed and getting ready for the day. You peeled off the cutoff tee you'd been sleeping in, briefly considering if it was Henry's or not and replacing it with a skirt and blouse.

After some breakfast and making sure your hair was done just how you liked it, you were ready to go. The walk to school didn't take very long at all, but it wasn't as quiet this morning as you typically liked it.

The sound racketing through the neighborhood was one that every student in Derry could recognize, but to you, it meant something different.

Belch's Trans Am.

You fought back the brief desire to roll your eyes and gripped your handbag a little tighter to your body. If you were lucky, they would just move on without bothering you too much...if you were lucky, which you rarely were.

"Well damn, that's a lot of woman!"

It was Patrick, like it normally was. He'd been very vocal about his desire to 'wear your thighs like ear muffs' for quite some time but you knew better than to retaliate, it wouldn't do any good.

They knew you'd decided not to talk to them, because they tried every morning, unsuccessfully. Still, those boys were relentless most of the time.

"Oh, what's wrong baby? I promise I'll be nice" he purred, sticking his head out the window of the backseat. For whatever reason, Belch was driving slowly alongside you on the sidewalk, giving all the boys the perfect view of your legs as you tried your best to walk away from them.

You said nothing, until the next offer came along...and you got an idea.

"Will you at least let us give you a ride Sweets? Who knows who you could run into out here?" Patrick was ridiculous, and usually, you would have shrugged him off but this could be interesting.

Quite quickly, you turned toward them, a look of fire in your eyes. Henry was shocked, though he did a good job of hiding it. He had never seen your like that, and honestly, he had no idea what you were doing.

"You know what Pat, I think I'd feel much safer with you guys to protect me...you know, with all the kids going missing" You hummed, giving him a sweet smile that made Henry's blood boil. You were playing him on purpose, he could tell due to the way your eyes shifted over to him quickly.

All you did was smile, not wanting to give anything away. You'd had enough of all the secrecy and hiding and if baiting Henry was what it took, so be it. You weren't some weak little girl and you were going to prove that to him today.

The other members of the Bowers gang also looked confused by your choice, but said nothing when Patrick opened the door and let you in.

Belch and Vic weren't your concern though, you were watching Henry from your place in the backseat, perched on his best friend's lap. His knuckles were white, due to the tight grip he had on his own knee.

Henry was pissed, and you couldn't have been happier. He had always held the upper-hand and called all the shots, and you were over it. He wasn't allowed to hide you away like something he was ashamed of.

And you were leaning into your rebellion hard.

"This girl smells like strawberries you guys" Patrick grinned, his voice just over your shoulder, making it very clear that he was just chilling back there, sniffing your hair. He wasn't exactly wrong, you liked fruity shampoo because it was Henry's favorite.

You forced yourself to giggle, ignoring the strange way Patrick was making you feel. He had always made you uneasy, even before you got all wrapped up with Henry, but your spite was driving you right now, not your logic.

"It's nice right?" you smile, reaching up to grab the elastic that was holding your hair up, and letting it down. The movement of your freshly washed hair filled the small backseat of the trans am with the sweet scent of your hair.

It smelled really good, and only served to make Henry even more angry. He was supposed to be the only person who was allowed to experience you that way. You were his and it would seem that you needed a reminder.

Who did you think you were? Flirting with Patrick and putting yourself directly in with his gang, knowing they couldn't know about you. It was stupid and dangerous, but more than that, you were way off base.

The one thing that bothered him more than any other and you knew it...you flirting with Patrick, he just couldn't wrap his mind around it. Everything about it was wrong, and the more he thought about it, the more angry Henry became.

When the Trans Am finally pulled into the school parking lot, Henry burst out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Just as quickly, your door was open and you were yanked away from the taller man, Henry's hand clasped around your wrist tightly.

"What are you doing man?!" Patrick yelled, hardly getting the words out before the door slammed in his face. Henry didn't have any care in the world for what they were thinking or saying...he had something to deal with.

That was when his attention turned toward you, rattling ever cell in your being. Henry was angry, really angry and maybe you shouldn't have pushed him so hard.

You were in for it, but you also knew that the chances of doing something in public were unlikely, considering he still didn't want anyone to know about the two of you.

However, when Henry bent down to pick you up and threw you over his shoulder, you realized just how angry he was. He was willing to throw out months of secrecy over a single morning.

“What are you doing?” You whisper-yelled in his ear, shocked at what he was actually doing. There was no way to know how the guys would react but in truth, they weren’t seeing anything that would give you away too quickly.

All they knew right now was that Henry was stealing Patrick’s new squeeze, nothing more, nothing less and hopefully it would stay that way.

“Getting you away from Patrick, since you can’t stop acting like a whore” he spit, carrying you all the way around the back of the school, knowing that no one would stop him.

He wasn’t wrong. You’d definitely crossed a line with Pat this morning but you had just been so upset with him, that you hadn’t thought it through.

“I’m sorry but I didn’t think you’d really notice" you teased, finally feeling your feet touch the ground as Henry finally sets you down. Henry may have been angry but his rage had nothing on your own, no matter what he would have you believe.

Something was going to have to give if he wanted this war to be over, and lucky for you, he was over this war between you.

"Fuck, fine" he groaned, grabbing you once again by the wrist and dragging you around the school, finding the gang still sitting in the Trans Am. They had been too confused by all of Henry's antics to move on and frankly, Patrick was kind of peeved that the blonde had taken his girl.

It wasn't fair.

...But Henry couldn't have cared any less about Patrick's pussy whining.

"LISTEN UP SHITHEADS! Y/N Y/L/N IS MY GIRLFRIEND AND I'M IN LOVE WITH HER!" he yelled, his voicing seemingly carrying through all of Derry. You weren't ready for that much attention but at the same time, Henry had given you what you wanted and you couldn't complain now.

The entire courtyard was full of whispers and chatter but all you could focus on was Henry, who's eyes were also locked on your own.

"Happy now?" he asked, not that you were sure how to answer him.

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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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