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🩸 Being Patrick Hockstetter’s Younger Brother & a Loser

Family Dynamics

• Growing up with Patrick as your older brother is terrifying. He’s unpredictable, cruel, and you learned quickly to stay out of his way.

• You don’t talk about him with the Losers at first — partly out of shame, partly fear that they’ll judge you.

• Your parents are either neglectful or in denial, so most of your childhood feels like survival. The Losers become the real family you never had.

The Losers Club’s Reaction

• When the truth eventually comes out, they’re shocked. Richie cracks an awkward joke like, “Wait, so you share DNA with that psycho?!” but quickly softens when he sees it hurts you.

• Bill and Beverly reassure you that blood doesn’t decide who you are.

• Eddie is the most nervous, worrying that maybe you’ll “turn out like him,” but he eventually sees how kind and loyal you are.

• Ben is quietly protective of you after finding out — he knows how hard it is to grow up with cruelty.

Interactions with Patrick

• Patrick doesn’t see you as a brother so much as another pawn. Sometimes he tries to mess with you, but he’s more interested in his own twisted hobbies.

• When he notices you hanging around the Losers, he mocks you endlessly.

• If Patrick gets physical or threatens you, the Losers rally to defend you, even if it means standing up to someone as unhinged as him.

• Deep down, Patrick thinks you’re weak for having “friends” and “feelings,” but you know that makes you stronger than him.

Your Role in the Losers

• You’re the one who really understands what it’s like to live under constant threat at home, which makes you brave in a quieter way.

• Because you know how to read Patrick’s moods, you’re oddly good at noticing when Pennywise is about to strike — the shift in energy, the danger in the air.

• You and Mike bond over being “different” from the group’s expectations — him for his race, you for your messed-up family.

• Richie becomes like the brother you wish you had, always joking around but never crossing your boundaries.

During Encounters with Pennywise

• Pennywise sometimes taunts you by taking Patrick’s form, hissing things like “He’ll gut you himself before I do.” This shakes you worse than anything.

• But it also strengthens your resolve: you refuse to let your brother’s shadow define you.

• In the sewers, when fear runs high, it’s you who whispers: “We’re not like him. We’re better.” And that helps the group push forward.

For example my first ever fanfic which I made a Henry bowers fanfic. And I think we can all say that Henrys character is very racist so Idk why I made the MC black/African American. So when I put it out someone brung up the fact that I put the N word in it. I was trying to add the character traits I was thinking of yet still add the mean traits of Henry. I wanna try and do more regular Y/N traits because I get what’s it’s like to not be your average blonde hair and blue eyes person when reading stuff.

“He ran his fingers through her hair” or “her milky white skin catching his eye immediately”.

Cut to me laying in bed with a bonnet on and chocolate skin.

Sweet Pea x Chubby!Reader

Setting: Southside Serpent beach bonfire party

Rating: Spicy (suggestive, steamy tension, no full-on smut)

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The sun was dipping low, bleeding orange and gold across the crashing waves, casting a hazy glow over the sand and the bodies stretched out on blankets and driftwood logs.

The Serpents had taken over the southside beach for the night—loud music, open flames, and Sweet Pea looking like a damn dream in a loose tank and board shorts.

You tugged at the edge of your swimsuit cover-up as you walked down to the fire. The heat from the sun had nothing on the fire licking up your neck when you spotted Sweet Pea already watching you.

His tongue flicked across his lip, slow and teasing. “You finally showed,” he called out, walking toward you with his beer in hand and his grin wider than the ocean. “I was starting to think I’d have to go swimming alone.” “You’d survive,” you said, raising a brow.

He stepped closer, letting his eyes roam—shamelessly, hungrily. “Yeah, but it wouldn’t be nearly as fun without you.” You blushed, but rolled your eyes to cover it. “Charm turned all the way up tonight, huh?” He leaned in, murmuring just beside your ear.

“Only when it’s hot out and you’re looking like that.” Your breath hitched. His fingers brushed your waist lightly—enough to tease, not enough to satisfy.

You were hyper aware of every soft curve and stretch mark under your cover-up, but Sweet Pea? He looked at you like you were the only thing that existed. “Come on,” he said suddenly, tugging your hand. “Water’s warm.”

“You just want to see me soaked,” you teased. He smirked. “Damn right I do.” You let him pull you toward the water, laughing as the surf lapped at your feet. The breeze picked up, cool against your heated skin.

Sweet Pea came up behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist, holding you tight against him. His voice dropped, rough and low in your ear. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” Your heart stuttered. You could feel him pressed to your back, all heat and tension.

“Sweet Pea—” “I love this body,” he said firmly, hands sliding over your hips like he was trying to memorize every inch. “Soft, thick, warm. Mine.” Your pulse jumped as his lips found your neck, slow kisses trailing heat straight to your core.

“Someone might see,” you whispered, though you made no effort to move away. “Let them,” he growled against your skin. “I want them to know who you belong to.”

Later, you sat curled beside the fire, legs tucked under you on a driftwood log. The glow from the flames made everything feel golden and unreal, the sound of waves crashing a soft soundtrack under the music.

Sweet Pea had stepped away to grab drinks. He’d been gone maybe five minutes when someone else sat next to you—Trevor, a newer Serpent with a cocky smile and a bad habit of pushing boundaries. “You look good tonight,” he said, tipping his red Solo cup toward you. “Thanks,” you replied cautiously, not quite meeting his eyes.

You weren’t the best at reading guys like him. He leaned a little too close. “Surprised you’re with Sweet Pea. Didn’t think he was into curves like yours.” You blinked, sharp and stunned. “Excuse me?”

Trevor chuckled like it was funny, taking another swig. “I mean, no offense. Just didn’t think he had the confidence to handle all that.” Before you could shut him down yourself, a shadow loomed behind him—and then Sweet Pea’s hand landed on Trevor’s shoulder, fingers digging in.

“You wanna say that again?” Sweet Pea said, voice calm but dangerous. Trevor turned, laughing nervously. “Relax, man. Just talking.”

Sweet Pea yanked him up so fast his cup spilled, booze splashing into the sand. “You talk about her like that again, you’ll be chewing through a straw for a week.”

The crowd around the fire hushed, half of them already pulling out phones just in case a fight broke loose. Trevor held up his hands. “Damn. Alright. Sorry.”

“Not to me,” Sweet Pea growled. “To her.” Trevor glanced at you, eyes darting, embarrassed. “Sorry.” “Louder,” Sweet Pea barked. “I said I’m sorry,” Trevor repeated, louder now.

Then he stormed off, muttering something under his breath. Sweet Pea turned to you, jaw still tight, hands still clenched. “You okay?” You nodded slowly, standing up to meet him. “You didn’t have to—”

“Yes, I did.” His voice cracked a little with the firelight, low and rough. “Nobody talks about you like that. Ever.” You reached up, touching his face gently.

“You really gonna throw down for me at every bonfire?” Sweet Pea grinned, leaning his forehead to yours. “Every single one. Especially when you’re looking like a goddess and idiots don’t know how to act.” You laughed softly, heart thumping.

Then he pulled you close—arms around your waist, lips brushing just behind your ear “Next time someone even thinks about disrespecting you, they’re getting buried in that sand.”

You smirked. “Romantic.” He kissed you like a storm—rough and sweet, fast and full of meaning.

And as the music kicked back up and people started whispering about the fight, you sat back down with him, letting his arm drape over you like a shield. Like a promise.

Just when the music started climbing again and Sweet Pea was leaning in to whisper something that made your stomach flutter, the sound of tires crunching on gravel and a sudden whoop-whoop of a siren shattered everything. “Shit,” someone hissed.

Flashlights swept across the sand. Southside kids scattered in every direction, drinks tossed, blankets flying.

You grabbed Sweet Pea’s hand out of instinct, but you didn’t even make it two steps before a voice called out:

“[Y/N] [Last Name]!” You froze. So did Sweet Pea. One of the two officers storming toward the crowd was Officer Kelly—a friend of your mom’s, and someone who’d known you since you were little. “Oh, fuck,” you whispered. She gave you a hard look. “You’re coming with me.”

The car ride was awkward and silent—until Officer Kelly muttered, “You’re lucky I found you first. I should be taking him in.”

Sweet Pea stiffened beside you in the back seat, but didn’t say a word. His jaw was clenched, arms folded tight across his chest. You touched his hand under the seat, a silent “It’s okay,” but it wasn’t really.

When the car pulled into your driveway, your stomach dropped. Porch light blazing. Curtains twitching. And then—

Your mom stepped out onto the porch, arms crossed, bathrobe cinched like she was about to go to war. “You,” she said to you, voice sharp.

“Inside. Now.” Her eyes shifted to Sweet Pea, and they narrowed like a scalpel. “And you… I knew it. You’re one of them.” Sweet Pea exhaled through his nose, trying to stay cool. “Evening, ma’am.” Officer Kelly cleared her throat behind you.

“No arrests tonight. Just wanted to make sure your daughter got home safe.” “She wouldn’t need saving if she weren’t hanging around gang members.” Your mom’s voice cracked with venom. You froze halfway up the porch. “Mom—”

“No. We’re not doing this. Not tonight. I’ve seen what Serpents do. I’ve patched up too many kids at the clinic to pretend he’s not dangerous.”

Sweet Pea stepped up behind you, taller than both of you, but trying hard to stay calm. “I’d never let anything happen to her.” Your mom scoffed.

“No? You think dragging her to a beach full of drunk teenagers and running from the cops is safe?” “She wasn’t drinking. I was watching her the whole time.” “Oh, so you’re babysitting now?” Sweet Pea’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t back down.

“No. I’m her boyfriend.” The words dropped like a bomb. Your mom blinked. “Not anymore.” You gasped. “Mom!” “I won’t let you throw your life away on someone who’s just gonna end up in jail or worse. And you—” she pointed at Sweet Pea—“You’ll stay away from my daughter.”

Sweet Pea’s eyes burned—not with rage, but something closer to heartbreak. Still, he nodded, jaw clenched, eyes locked on you. “Fine,” he said quietly.

(Warning ⚠️ : sexual content and more )

Henry

🔪 Henry Bowers – Sexual Headcanons (18+) 🔪

1. Rough by Default

Henry doesn’t know how to be gentle. He grew up around violence, so when things get physical, it’s instinctively aggressive — grabbing, pinning, biting. It’s not about cruelty, but dominance. Unless someone teaches him different, that’s just his baseline.

2. Possessive as Hell

He doesn’t share. Ever. If he’s sleeping with you, you’re his — full stop. He gets off on ownership, saying things like “mine” while pulling your hair, leaving hickeys, or marking your thighs with his fingers.

3. Jealous = Horny

Even a look from someone else sets him off. He won’t yell — he’ll drag you somewhere private and take it out on you physically: demanding kisses, forced eye contact, rough sex meant to prove a point. You don’t belong to anyone else.

4. Control Kink / Dom Top Energy

He needs to feel in charge. Whether it’s telling you to beg, holding you down, or making you wait until he says, control turns him on more than anything else. Sex isn’t just about pleasure — it’s about power.

5. Frustration = Sex Drive

Anger and lust are practically the same thing to Henry. If he’s pissed off — especially after a fight — expect quick, harsh, desperate sex. It’s how he calms the storm inside him.

6. Low Experience, High Obsession

Henry acts like he’s a pro, but truthfully? He’s not that experienced. But when he wants you, he’ll study every reaction, every noise you make. He learns fast and throws everything into it like he’s trying to break you in the best way.

7. Not Big on Dirty Talk (At First)

He’s more likely to curse under his breath or grunt your name than give you a full sentence. But once he gets comfortable, he’ll whisper filthy, possessive things between kisses — “You like that, huh? You like it when I ruin you?”

8. Vulnerability He Hides

There’s a softer side buried deep. You’ll see it when he brushes your hair off your face, or when he pulls you closer after sex without saying anything. He doesn’t know how to ask for affection, but he needs it.

9. Praise Unlocks Him

Say he’s good — or tell him how much you want him — and he’ll lose control. His whole personality craves approval, and in bed, it shows. A simple “you feel so good” makes him go harder, deeper, needier.

10. Post-Sex Silence (His Version of Intimacy)

He won’t talk much after. But he’ll light you a cigarette, tug you into his chest, or quietly trace your skin with his fingers. He won’t say “I love you,” but his body language screams it.

11. Kinks & Interests

• Hair pulling

• Neck grabbing (with care if you trust him)

• Biting/scratching/marking

• Power play (being in control, taking what he wants)

• Rough oral (giving and receiving)

• Clothing stays on halfway (he likes the tension)

• Secret touches in public

12. Sex Is Emotional — Even When He Pretends It’s Not

Every time Henry has sex, some part of him is trying to feel wanted. He doesn’t know how to say it, but sex is the only way he feels close, known, and safe. Under the roughness is a scared boy who just wants to matter to someone.

Patrick

🖤 Patrick Hockstetter – Sexual Headcanons 🖤

1. Power and Control

Patrick is obsessed with control. Sex, for him, is just another way to dominate. He gets off on having complete power over his partner—emotionally, mentally, and physically.

2. Into Taboo and Shock Value

He likes things that are “wrong” or forbidden. The more taboo, the more it excites him. He thrives on reactions—fear, surprise, discomfort. He finds pleasure in testing limits.

3. Rough and Unapologetic

Patrick doesn’t do slow or romantic. His style is aggressive, rough, and raw. He’s into scratching, biting, hair-pulling—the kind of stuff that leaves marks.

4. Dark Voyeurism

Patrick likes to watch. Not just porn—real people. He’d hide and watch couples in secret, or even take pictures when no one’s looking. The idea of being caught just turns him on more.

5. Sexual Identity = Chaotic

Patrick doesn’t label himself. He’ll sleep with whoever intrigues or excites him, regardless of gender. He’s not interested in love or connection, just control and curiosity.

6. Twisted Curiosity

He views sex almost like an experiment. He’d try weird, dangerous, or painful things just to see what happens, or how someone reacts. Pleasure is just one possible outcome—fear is just as good.

7. Silent but Intense

He’s not big on moaning or dirty talk. Most of his communication is through looks, body language, or subtle commands. But when he does talk, it’s dark, intense, and sometimes cruel.

8. Possessive as Hell

If Patrick becomes fixated on someone, he doesn’t like to share. Even if he’s not “dating” them, he’ll act jealous and territorial—like they’re his plaything and no one else’s.

Kinks & Interests:

•Pain & Sadism (Consensual or Not)

•Fear = Arousal

•Power Play / Predator-Prey Dynamics

•Voyeurism + Exhibitionism

•Unpredictability = Edgeplay

•Degradation & Filthy Talk

•Blood + Messy Fetish

•Control Through Pleasure

•Mirror Kink

•Unspoken Need for Chaos Sex

🔥 Bonus Kink Triggers:

• Knife play

• Light bloodletting (on himself or you)

• Spit kink

• Choking / breath control (with dark care)

• Belt use (restraining, hitting, tugging)

• Marking your body — bruises, hickeys, scratches

• Risk of being caught

• Mutual corruption: he wants to drag you down with him

Victor

🔥 Victor Criss Sexual Headcanons (Aged-up Version)

1. Lowkey Sensual, Highkey Respectful:

Victor gives off laid-back energy, but he’s way more thoughtful and attentive than people expect. He doesn’t rush things—he’s slow and steady, reading your reactions and giving you control.

2. Likes It Rough… But Only If You Do:

He’s into some rougher stuff—biting, hair-pulling, leaving marks—but only if you’re enthusiastically into it. He always checks first and makes sure you’re safe and into everything happening.

3. Big on Aftercare:

Even if things get intense, he’s super soft after. Running his fingers through your hair, cleaning you up, giving you his hoodie—he acts tough in public, but in private he’s surprisingly sweet.

4. Loves Praise More Than He’ll Admit:

He doesn’t seem like the type, but if you tell him how good he is, how much you want him, or how he makes you feel? His ego eats it up. He’ll smirk like he’s cocky, but it gets to him.

5. Enjoys Taking His Time:

Foreplay is a huge thing for him. Neck kisses, teasing touches, whispered dirty talk. He likes building tension until you’re practically begging—he wants to drive you wild slowly.

6. Experimentally Queer:

Victor is quietly fluid and down to explore. He doesn’t label himself, but if he’s into you, gender doesn’t stop him. He goes off chemistry, trust, and that raw connection.

7. Public vs. Private Switch:

In public, he might act detached or cool about you—but behind closed doors? He’s obsessive, passionate, and way more vocal and needy than you’d think.

8. Kink-wise:

He’s into light bondage, dominance/submission play, biting/marking, and watching your expressions. If you’re into it, he’ll be down to explore toys, roleplay, or power dynamics.

9. He’s Obsessed With Your Reactions:

Whether it’s soft moans, whimpers, or calling out his name, he feeds off it. He wants to know exactly how he’s making you feel.

10. Needs to Feel Wanted:

Beneath it all, he craves intimacy. Sex with Victor always has some emotional undercurrent—even if it starts casual, he wants that deep connection.

Kinks and interest

•🖤 Teasing and denial

• 🖤 Subtle dominance

• 🖤 Oral (giving & receiving)

• 🖤 Mirror sex

• 🖤 Dirty talk / praise kink

• 🖤 Light restraint / tying you up

• 🖤 Neck kissing & biting (but cleaner than Henry)

• 🖤 Obsession with how you react — eye contact, breath, whimpers

Belch

🔥 Belch Huggins – Sexual Headcanons

1. Late Bloomer, Quiet Curiosity

Belch is slower to act on sexual urges than some of his friends, especially Henry. But he thinks about it a lot — usually quietly, privately, and with a sense of nervous wonder more than boldness. He’s not super experienced early on but wants to be.

2. More Submissive Than You’d Expect

Despite being big and tough on the outside, Belch tends to take a more passive or submissive role in intimacy. He enjoys being told what to do — whether it’s gentle guidance or something more dominant — especially if he trusts you.

3. Soft Touch, Surprisingly Gentle

He has big hands and a rough look, but he’s very careful during sex. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, so he’s slow, focused, and checks in constantly. He really listens to your reactions.

4. Big into Praise Kink

Belch responds really well to compliments. If you tell him he’s doing a good job — especially if he’s insecure — he’ll get flustered and even more eager to please. It builds his confidence and turns him on fast.

5. Lowkey Body Worship Vibes

He’s the type to be completely mesmerized by your body — touching, kissing, even just looking. He gets obsessed with the feeling of skin, stretch marks, softness, shape — especially if you’re curvy. He thinks you’re art.

6. Easily Aroused by Affection

Sex isn’t just sex to Belch. He connects it with cuddling, closeness, and emotional comfort. Kissing deeply, slow grinding, and holding hands during everything? Yes. That’s his jam.

7. Not Super Vocal, but Expressive

He doesn’t talk much during sex, but you’ll hear low groans, gasps, and shaky breathing. His eyes say a lot, and he’ll watch you with a soft, intense gaze the whole time.

8. Surprisingly Good With Aftercare

He loves to clean you up, cuddle close, and kiss your shoulder or chest while calming down. He’s all about making sure you feel good after — emotionally and physically.

9. Turned On by Sincerity

Belch doesn’t like faking or acting tough in bed. What really gets him going is emotional honesty: someone moaning his name, asking for more, or whispering how much they love him.

10. Protective but Not Possessive

He doesn’t get jealous easily, but he does get fiercely protective — if he thinks someone is treating you badly or disrespecting your body, he’ll step in. But he trusts you and doesn’t try to control you.

Kinks and interest (long)

• Praise kink

• Size kink (giving and receiving)

• Oral fixation (giving)

• Body worship

• Service submission

• Hair pulling (receiving)

• Breath play (light, receiving)

• Sensory play (touch, temperature)

• Begging (giving and receiving)

• Marking kink (receiving)

• Grinding and slow build-up

• Soft dom/sub dynamics

• Cockwarming

• Overstimulation (being pushed gently)

• Emotional aftercare

• Eye contact kink

• Gentle bondage (hands pinned, held down)

• Mutual masturbation

• Loyalty/ownership kink

• Being used for partner’s pleasure

• Deep kissing/face holding during sex

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💔💘 Henry Bowers Romantic Headcanons 💘💔

1. Tough on the Outside, Soft for You

Henry acts like he’s made of steel—harsh, aggressive, wild—but when he’s alone with you, he melts. He doesn’t know how to say “I love you,” so he shows it in other ways—protective glances, fists clenched when someone looks at you wrong, or walking you home silently just to be sure you’re safe.

2. Love Notes Hidden in Locker Scratches

Henry isn’t good with words, but he’ll carve your initials into trees or walls like a messed-up version of love letters. He thinks it’s romantic—his way of marking the world with how much he cares, even if it’s rough around the edges.

3. Jealousy is His Love Language

If someone flirts with you, Henry’s instantly on edge. He might not say anything right away, but his jaw tightens and his whole body screams mine. Later, he might try to act cool—but you know he’d throw hands if he thought you wanted him to.

4. Clumsy Affection

He’s not used to gentle touches, but with you, he tries. Awkward hand-holding, brushing your hair out of your face, or sitting so close your legs touch. Sometimes he stares at you like he’s trying to memorize you—because he’s never had something good before.

5. Secret Romantic

He listens to sappy love songs when he’s alone and imagines slow dancing with you in a field somewhere far from Derry. He’d never admit it, but he wants to give you the kind of love he never got.

6. Protective to a Fault

Henry is the kind of guy who’d walk you home in the rain, threaten anyone who talks bad about you, and carry a photo of you in his back pocket—even if it’s folded and worn. You’re the only softness in his life, and he’d ruin himself to keep you safe.

7. Struggles with Vulnerability

It’s hard for Henry to be emotionally open. But once, late at night under the stars or during a rare quiet moment, he’d let it slip—“I don’t deserve you… but I’ll fight like hell to keep you.”

8. Possessive but Loyal

Henry is intensely possessive. Once he’s into you, you’re his. He’ll glare at anyone who so much as looks your way too long. But his loyalty runs deep — he’d fight anyone for you without hesitation.

9. Not Good with Words (At First)

He struggles to express affection verbally. Compliments come out weird or aggressive-sounding, like: “You look… not bad today.” But if you stick with him, he’ll get more comfortable showing his feelings in his own gruff way.

10. Acts Tough, But Melts for You

Around others, he keeps his bad-boy front. But when you’re alone? Total softie. You’ll catch him playing with your hair, sneaking glances, and relaxing when he’s with you like you’re the only safe place in the world.

11. Protective to the Max

If he thinks you’re hurt, scared, or sad, he drops everything. He might not know how to comfort you, but he’ll try — whether it’s by wrapping an arm around you, offering to “take care of” whoever made you upset, or just silently staying close.

12. Jealous Easily

He hates feeling insecure, but can’t help getting jealous. He’s not always mature about it either. He’ll get snappy or act out — until you reassure him you only want him, which calms him down immediately.

13. Gives You His Jacket

Classic move. Even if he acts like it’s “no big deal,” seeing you wear his jacket secretly makes him feel proud and a little shy.

14. Physical Touch is His Love Language

He shows affection through touch — hand-holding, leaning against you, forehead kisses (only when no one’s watching), and protective arms around your waist in public.

15. Surprising Acts of Kindness

He’s not romantic in the traditional way, but every so often he’ll do something totally unexpected — fixing something for you, leaving a note, or awkwardly handing you your favorite snack with a muttered “Thought you’d want this.”

16. Hates Seeing You Cry

It throws him off. He doesn’t know what to say, but he’ll hold you tight and rub your back, whispering, “It’s okay, I’m here.”

17. Would Never Let Anyone Hurt You

Whether it’s a bully, an ex, or a threat — emotional or physical — Henry’s first instinct is to stand between you and danger. He’s a fighter, and for you, he’ll always fight.

Patrick

🔪 Patrick Hockstetter as a Boyfriend – Headcanons

1. Possessive and Territorial

Patrick doesn’t like to share. Not your time, your attention, or your affection. He treats you like his — in an obsessive, almost primal way. If someone touches you, expect cold glares and veiled threats.

2. Dangerously Charming

He has this eerie charm — a crooked grin, too-long stares, and a voice that makes everything sound like a dare. People think he’s creepy (they’re right), but around you, there’s something magnetic.

3. Touch-Oriented in a Weird Way

He’s oddly physical — always brushing against you, leaning in close, grabbing your wrist or waist like he’s staking a claim. It’s not always soft, but it’s always intense. He needs to feel you.

4. Emotionally Detached… Except With You

Patrick is emotionally distant from everyone else. But with you, sometimes he lets his guard down. It’s rare, and when it happens, he gets quiet, almost confused by how much he feels something.

5. Secretly Craves Affection

He pretends he doesn’t care, but secretly he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair or cuddle him from behind. He might even lean into it with a smug little smirk, like he’s getting away with something.

6. Twisted Humor

He jokes about everything — especially dark or inappropriate things — but sometimes you catch him saying something sweet in the weirdest way possible. Like calling you his “favorite freak” with a wink.

7. Wild and Reckless Adventures

He loves chaos — sneaking into abandoned places, setting off fireworks, breaking rules. He’ll drag you along and laugh like a maniac the whole time. You’re the only one who gets to see the fun side without fear.

8. Dark Secrets, Deep Loyalties

Patrick keeps secrets — a lot of them. But he never lies to you. If he trusts you (which takes time), he’s completely honest in his own blunt, disturbing way.

9. Mood Swings

He can go from calm and quiet to cold and intense in seconds. But you learn how to read him — when to give him space, when to pull him back from the edge. He doesn’t say it, but he needs that.

10. Would Burn the World for You

If you’re his, then you’re the only thing in the world that matters. He’d hurt people for you. He’d keep you close like a secret and protect you in the most terrifying ways. You make him feel real — and that’s dangerous in the best (and worst) way.

Victor

❤️ Victor Criss as a Boyfriend – Headcanons

1. The Calm in the Chaos

Victor is the most level-headed of the Bowers gang, and that carries into his relationship. He’s the kind of boyfriend who keeps his cool when everything else is falling apart — especially when Henry is being unhinged. He’s your emotional anchor.

2. Quiet but Attentive

He doesn’t talk your ear off, but he’s always listening. He remembers the little things — how you like your coffee, what song you hum when you’re nervous, that one book you said you loved once.

3. Protective in a Chill Way

He doesn’t act tough just to show off. But if someone messes with you? He won’t yell — he’ll step in, low voice, deadly stare, making it clear: “Back. Off.” No drama. Just danger.

4. Secretly Super Affectionate

Behind closed doors, Victor is all about soft touches and cuddles. He’s the type to drape his arm over your shoulder, brush his thumb across your knuckles when you’re holding hands, and lean against you like he belongs there.

5. Acts Like He Doesn’t Care — But Cares A Lot

He’ll roll his eyes and say “whatever,” but he’s already thinking about how to help you feel better. If you’re upset, he won’t make a big deal — he’ll just sit next to you in silence, letting you talk or not, until you’re ready.

6. Skate Park Dates & Smoke Break Talks

He’s the type to take you to the edge of town, somewhere quiet, where the two of you can hang out, pass a cigarette, talk about the things you don’t say out loud around anyone else.

7. Loyal Ride-or-Die

Victor isn’t fake. If he’s with you, he’s with you. No games, no lies, just solid loyalty. You never have to wonder where you stand with him — once he lets you in, you’re in.

8. Reads People Well

He might not say much, but he notices everything. He can tell when you’re lying, when something’s bothering you, or when you need space — and he respects that without making you ask.

9. Wears His Jacket Around You Just So You’ll Steal It

He pretends to be annoyed when you steal his jacket, but he secretly loves it. He likes the way you look in it — and it smells like him, so it’s basically his version of marking you.

10. The “I’ve Got You” Kind of Love

He’s not about loud declarations or over-the-top romance. But he’ll walk you home in the rain, give you his hoodie when you’re cold, and tell you straight up, “I’ve got you. Always.

Belch

💙 Belch Huggins as a Boyfriend – Headcanons

1. Surprisingly Gentle Giant

Belch might hang with bullies, but he’s actually super soft with you. He’s quiet, kind, and always handles you like you’re something fragile — even if you’re just as tough as him.

2. Loyal to the Core

He doesn’t say much, but when he loves someone, he really loves them. He’s loyal like a big, protective dog. You could literally trip and fall and he’d blame the sidewalk for “hurting you.”

3. Lowkey Sweetheart

He remembers the little things — your favorite candy, the song you hum when you’re stressed, or that story you told once in passing. He’ll surprise you with those things like it’s no big deal, but it totally is.

4. Not Big on Words, Big on Actions

Belch doesn’t talk about his feelings much. But he’ll walk you home every day, fix stuff for you, carry your backpack without asking. That’s his way of saying “I care about you.”

5. Soft Laughs Just for You

Most people only ever hear him burp or grunt — but you get the soft, quiet chuckles. Especially when you catch him off guard with something dumb or cute. His smile is rare and real.

6. Hates the Way Henry Treats You (If You’re Not Part of the Gang)

He’s loyal to Henry, yeah, but if Henry ever crosses a line with you, Belch will step in — quietly but firmly. You’re his priority now.

7. Big Hands, Bigger Hugs

His hugs are the best. He wraps you up like a blanket, tucks your head under his chin, and just holds you like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

8. Gets Flustered When You Flirt With Him

He’s not used to being the center of affection, so when you’re playful or teasing, he blushes hard and stammers a little. It’s adorable.

9. Protective But Not Possessive

He trusts you. He’ll keep an eye on you in crowded places, sure, but he’s not going to flip out if someone talks to you. He will, however, get scary fast if someone disrespects you.

10. Will Fight for You, But Would Rather Be Your Peace

Henry bower x soft poc reader

Warning: talk of violence and slurs

(Fluff/kissing/emotional/cringe/anger/ violence/fluffsmut/warmsmut)

Disclaimer: pls do not laugh at this peace of hot garbage I know it's bad so pls be nice this is my first story and if the views are bad then it will be my last thy very much.

“The devil will destroy and kill your spirit and your love for god if you let it”.

“Amen,” my mother shouted in response to what the reverend said.

I was currently in church sitting around in boredom as my ears rang from all the loud cheers and shouts the people in the crowd were letting out.

My sister is so lucky she gets to go to the back with the rest of the kids in Sunday school which is a fun time they never learn anything in there.

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Just as church was over everyone was standing outside it was a hot summer day the only thing cooling everyone off was the amazing breeze passing by.

My parents were still in the church talking to the reverend. Just then I felt something hit me I turned around to see a dirty blonde-haired boy walking to the back of the church.

I followed him and before I could turn the corner a hand grabbed mine and threw me against the church wall.

I then felt something wet on my neck when I opened my eyes it was Henry kissing my neck. He pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “It took forever for you to get out of that fucking church,” Henry said the sound of hunger in his voice

He kissed my lips taking a moment to look at them and then kissing them again. Just as I started to comprehend everything I looked at Henry to see he had another black eye it’s like his third one in 2 months.

I grabbed his head and examined his face. His facial expression got sad like a puppy’s “Why do you keep letting your dad do this to you”

He then backed away a little “What am I supposed to do Y/N he’s my dad “ he said sounding so defeated.

“Exactly he’s your dad he shouldn’t be putting his hands on you” is said grabbing his face with both my hands “ I don’t want to talk about that right now Y/N,” he said pecking my lips.

He had a grasp on my Sunday dress so I already knew what that meant. Henry started getting on his knees as he slowly pulled my thin floral dress up I held some of it up for him as he started to pull my pink lace panties down my legs.

He fully took them off and put them in his pocket after he grabbed my legs and pulled them a bit apart. Giving my already wet cunt a lick I kinda flinched once I felt his warm Tongue between the lips of my Vigina and into my hole.

I felt so dirty knowing that I kinda liked it but also being able to still hear the church people in the front chit-chatting. “You taste so good” Henry mumbled his words seeing as he was face deep in my cunt his mouth soaked in wetness.

“Y/N come on where leaving” I heard my mother yell my eyes shot open as I looked down at Henry to see he was already looking at me. He stood up and pulled my dress down he grabbed my face and kissed my lips again “I’ll see you later” he said.

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“LEAVE IT ALONE Y/N”

Henry slapped me and then yelled at me as he had me pinned to the bed my eyes started to tear up a bit.

Henry was telling me all the horrible things his dad does to him and he was crying so I told him I could go to the reverend at my church and get some help for him and now here we are.

“Say you won’t tell the reverend,” he said I started sobbing as hot tears fell from my eyes like water he slapped me again and started choking me.

“Say you won’t tell that goddamn reverend Y/N”

“……”

“I swear to fucking god Y/N SAY IT”

“I won’t go to the reverend…I’m sorry” I said as I cried even more and could feel my face getting hotter Henry stopped choking me and came down to my face giving me soft kisses all over it and shushing me.

Henry got up and walked out of the room leaving me there I curled up into a ball crying hard feeling my face get hotter.

I guess I fell asleep because when I woke up it was night and I was still in Henry’s room the only thing illuminating it was the moonlight light. my skin felt terrible as the tears I cried dried up on my face and left a trail on my skin.

I got up and walked down the hall to the living room to see Henry in the living room watching TV. “Henry I’m going home now,” I said my voice very low as I put my baby blue sweater back on. I started to look around “Is your dad home”

I asked he looked up at me and shook his head “No he’s working a night shift” Henry said Looking back at the tv. I sat next to him on the couch I put my head on his shoulder watching the TV with him.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Henry said low while still looking at the tv. I sat up and looked at him garbing his face and kissing him softly on his lips. When I looked back at his face he had tears running down his face he then put his arms around me hugging me tightly.

As he hugged me he gave me kisses on my neck “I’m so fucking sorry Y/N please forgive me” he said while still crying and kinda whimpering.

(We love a pathetic man 😫)

It started to get kinda hot as Henry started kissing lower and lower down my body taking my sweater off again and pulling the straps on my dress down my arms until my dress fell to my waist and my chest was exposed.

Henry then took his shirt off moved the blanket that was behind me on the couch and laid me on my back getting on top of me and taking my dress fully off.

I cover my boobs as he took my now white panties off and threw them above my head somewhere. Once he saw me covering myself he moved my hands and started to kiss my chest.

Henry got up and took his pants off then his boxers I stayed silent looking at his already hard dick then up at him it looked to be about 7 inches but it was also thick. The tip was red and his balls hung low.

He then got back on top of me kissing me again I put my hands on his chest stopped him and said “Do you have a condom Henry” he looked at me for a second then he looked around “A condom ?” he asked “ my parents don’t let me take birth control so we’ll have to use a condom Henry. Do you have any around”

It was kinda funny watching him stand in the middle of the living room with his dick just hanging out as he scratched the back of his head trying to think.

He walked out of the living room and when he came back he had a condom in his hands. It was hot watching him open it and slide it on his cock. Henry got back on top of me and slowly started to put it in.

It felt like he was ripping me open so I grabbed his back and held onto him. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth “goddamn” I heard Henry say as he had a good amount inside of me but that wasn’t all of him. He started to move till I grabbed his shoulders “Wait Henry let me adjust” We stayed like that for a good minute so I could adjust to Henry's dick before he started moving again.

I tapped Henry on the shoulder letting him know he could move. He pulled out slowly then pushed back in slower. It felt like fire was inside of me but slowly it started to feel good.

Henry laid on top of me putting his head on my neck I could feel his breath on my neck and I could feel every single noise he made in my ear

“A little faster Henry” I whisper, once he heard that he picked up the pace and started to move in and out of me faster I could hear him cussing under his breath as he put one hand above my head and the other on top of my right breast As he went faster.

“fuck Henry,” I said as he pushed himself up and started to give me desperate slow hard strokes.

It felt so good I had a lump in my throat and was teary eyed “fuck you feel amazing Y/N” he said with his eyes closed he moved his hand from above my head and moved it as he pulled my left leg up and held it down going deeper in me.

I sat up on my elbows and threw my head back “Right there Henry god” Henry laid on me and put his arms around me in a hug as he stirred his hips giving me deep pathetic humping strokes. “Am I doing good?” he asked

I nodded my head not being able to say anything just taking in the euphoric feeling. “Does it feel good” he breathed out I nodded my head again saying “Mhm”

Henry then pulled out and turned me on my side to face the tv he got behind me and put my leg up then sliding back in me.

It still hurt but when it was fully in it felt amazing again. “Shit Y/N you're so tight,” he said putting his arm under me and grabbing one of my boobs squeezing it like a stress ball “Please fuck me, Henry”

I moaned just from that then again once Henry started to thrust. My leg burned as Henry held it up. I could feel Henry’s balls slapping against my pussy and The sound of him violating my wet cut going in and out so rough and the wetness dripping down on the couch and his ball just the sound of all that filled the room.

If anyone came in on us it would be very obvious what we were doing. Henry let go of my leg and hugged my waist his hand still playing and pulling on my breast as he started to go at a fast pace I started to get a weird feeling in my stomach and as he went faster .

Henry grabbed my neck as he moaned in my ear “fuck I’m sorry for hurting you Y/N I’m so fucking sorry” Henry pleads. With just his words that feeling in my stomach let go and my body felt electric it felt like my pussy had butterflies in it. Henry’s thrust got sloppier and fast yet slow at the same time After that I was spent but with Henry going feral trying to chase his high my already sore cunt was being tortured at that point but it still felt so good.

“I’m so sorry please for gi….ve me……ple…ase”

He said low as his thrust came to a stop yet his hips still twitched forward. He let out a satisfied huff and put one arm under my head and the other over my stomach only to go up and start playing with my breast. Henry laid his head between my neck as we laid on the couch in silence while the “price is right” played in the background and the tv illuminated the living room.

I looked behind me to see Henry fast asleep I got up and put my clothes back on I woke Henry who was half asleep and walked him to his room taking his clothes with him.

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I already had an alibi, so once I got home, my parents did not suspect anything. I went to my room and gathered my things to take a shower.

Once I got out I looked at myself in the mirror to see I had hickeys all over me on my neck and my chest my Breasts were red they had scratches all over them from Henry grabbing them like baseballs.

Everything about me felt different. I didn’t feel the same, and I knew it was because of what I did with Henry.

But I also thought of Henry. I remember the way he looked above me, the way he moved my legs so he could go deeper inside of me, how rough he was how much he moaned, and how he sounded when he moaned.

All of that running through my mind kinda made me HORNY?

I don’t know what that word means too much but my friend said it means “In the mood for something”

Henry bowers x popular fem reader

(❗️Warning❗️: mention of violence/domestic violence/domestic abuse/ cussing)

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“Happy birthday y/n” your friends shouted. You stood there at your locker smiling ear to ear as your friends had a cupcake on a plastic plate in your face with a plastic candle. On it was a plastic fake flame on top it was cute and sweet.

You closed your eyes and pretended to blow the candle out you opened your eyes and your friend Octavia hugged you putting the cupcake in your hands as your other friend took a picture of you two pulling the captured moment out of the camera and waving it to see the result.

You were so happy. The day started so well that your dad let you open one gift this morning at breakfast and said you could open the rest of your gifts at your birthday party.

You couldn’t stop smiling at your beautiful bracelet as you walked through the school doors only to have a happy greeting as everyone you walked past wished you a happy birthday.

It was the best feeling but in the back of your mind you kept wondering…

Why hasn’t Henry wished you happy birthday ❓

You and Henry’s relationship was secret but you still expected him to leave a little note in your locker or meet you in a private area and wish you happy birthday like a good boyfriend.

But the day has just begun and he probably wasn’t even at school yet so you brushed it off and enjoyed your cupcake as you and your friends walked to class.

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you finished your cupcake and were in your seat talking with your friends till Octavia looked at the door with concern and confusion.

So you turned around to see poor Stanley Uris with the school nurse and tissues up his nose and you just knew Henry and the rest of the Bowers gang was behind it.

You were sad to see Stanley like that but a little excited to know Henry finally showed up to school

You don’t know what it was about Henry but you just wanted to smother him in love and be around him. His life seemed so interesting when he wasn’t bullying kids in and out of school

He doesn’t know what it is you find so exciting about him always saying that there’s nothing to him and you can admit sometimes when you hang around him and the rest of the gang it is boring.

But just being around him was the excitement for you

Your life was more boring than his in your opinion all you did was hang out with friends and go to the arcade, the candy shop, and church. Other than that you did. Nothing. He was your way of spicing up the boring routine.

but you knew Henry wasn’t like any other typical boyfriend so when it came 1to him you had to keep the kisses and cuddles down to a minimum.

But Just after the nurse sat Stanley down in his seat and asked him if an additional time was okay he nodded his head and she walked out of the class just walking past her was Henry I kept a calm face but in reality, I just wanted to go up and kiss him.

Thats how you always felt but as usual you had to keep your cool.

Only the Bowser gang and Octavia knew you guys were in a secret relationship and teased you guys about it all the time either that or Patrick would be begging you to hook him up with one of your friends specifically Octavia he liked how feisty she was.

And the only thing Octavia had to say about Patrick was “hell no” She practically yelled it when you first said it. You just told him she had a boyfriend

Being in a secret relationship was hard at times like having to hold your tongue when you would hear girls talking bad about him in the locker room

You don’t know how you and he got together and you know you guys are total opposites but as they say, opposites attract.

You watched as he and the boys walked to the back of the class and sat in their seats Henry was laughing at something one of them said then turned around and made dead eye contact with you.

You smiled at him But you were taken aback when he glanced at you and turned back around

“Ouch, trouble in paradise huh,” Octavia asked you turned around “I don’t know I’ll talk to him later” you stated

You faced to the front when you heard the teacher walk in “Good morning class todoy we will be diving into the history of the Great War” she said with a big smile on her face

Everyone gave out a group groan caused by the news

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As the class ended you went outside to see the guys walking down the Hall you already knew where they were going so you followed

They were going in the direction of the back where kids would smoke in the back of the school

Henry taught you how to smoke or at least inhale smoke he would take a puff and blow the smoke in your mouth how you guys had your first kiss

Just sitting in an abandoned car out there while the rest Of the guys were messing with shit. He inhaled then grabbed your face and blew the smoke in your mouth and told you to hold it so you did

And while you did he was looking at you and not like he usually did he was looking at you like he was thinking of something “What” you said letting the smoke go he then kissed you.

He kissed rough and also like he didn’t know what he was doing he was kinda aggressive he had his hand around your neck pulling you close and kissing like he had something to prove.

You just pulled away and he looked at you like he knew he did something wrong “Try this” you said and put your arms around his neck and kissed him softly and slowly letting your lips linger on his letting your lips touch and rub against each other’s before going in again.

It was much better and you could tell he liked your way much more. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you in You rubbed one of your hands through his mullet and grabbed his hair lightly tugging on it You could tell he liked it When he moaned in the kiss and tugged on your dress.

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just as you started to catch up you yelled Henry’s name only to be ignored. You thought he didn’t hear you. So for extra measure, you yelled his name again

This time so loud that when you did a couple of people stared at you But just as before he ignored you and you know he heard you.

You walked away back down the hall your cheeks hot from embarrassment caused by a few people looking at you from Henry not answering you.

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It was finally last hour and you couldn't wait to get out of school so you could find Henry and tell him off.

You were pissed at him. All day he has been ignoring me and not saying a thing.

It hurt your feelings of not knowing if you did something wrong or if he just didn't like you anymore.

But you were completely caught off guard when you finally got to belches car Henry turned around and put a piece of duck tape on your Mouth and Patrick put a blindfold on you.

It’s been 14 minutes since the Bowers gang kidnapped you. The car was kinda silent the boys only breaking the silence with a little snickering.

There you lay in the back seat with Henry your head resting in his lap as he played with your hair you knew it was him because you recognized his smell you had gotten used to his drug store soap smell.

You stayed silent trying to feel the way the car turned and moved so you could know where to go when you finally got out. It was a crazy idea but you have heard of people doing that in kidnap situations. Hopefully, you can remember.

Once the car finally stopped Henry pulled you up and helped you out of the car. Once you were finally on your feet you were off them again you felt someone pick you up bridal style and start walking.

you couldn’t tell where you were all you heard were multiple sounds of leaves crunching as they were walking. You closed your eyes listening to the bird chirping.

You mixed those two sounds and estimated that you were probably in the woods. You were starting to get a little scared you never knew what to expect with the Bowers gang. Your head slowly started to fill with scary thoughts.

“Are they going to kill me ?”

“ are they going to get rid of me on my birthday ?”

“Henry wouldn’t let that happen… would he?”

You were pulled out of your deep thoughts when you were put back on the ground you stayed silent as someone sat you down in a chair.

You started to breathe heavily as it got very quiet and all you could hear was whispers your brain started to panic. Were they going to hurt you?

All of a sudden the bandanna over your eyes was pulled off it took you a minute to adjust to the sunlight but when you finally got your vision back your heart started to swell and your eyes got very watery.

“You guys shouldn’t have” you said to the boys as you started to stand up on your feet you looked around to see balloons and birthday decorations all around the abandoned junk yard where the boys hung out at.

“Happy birthday y/n” the boys said all together you couldn’t believe they did this for you. Your smile was from ear to ear.

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There you sat in the back of an old rusty truck with Henry your head on his shoulder the rest of the boys were off somewhere playing with firecrackers. You looked up at Henry as he took a bite out of the birthday cake they got you He then looked down at you staring at him “What the fuck are staring at me for” he said with an annoyed tone “I’m just happy” you said simply he rolled his eyes and kept eating his cake.

You grabbed his face turning it to yours and kissed him on the lips you pulled away till Henry grabbed your neck and pulled you back in kissing you roughly

locking eyes with his he had no expression but his face was as red as a tomato. You went back to laying on his shoulder till he got up.

“Come with me,” he said you stood up and walked over to where he was “Close your eyes” You did as he said and closed your eyes “Now open them”

You did as he said again and when you opened your eyes there was a beautiful necklace around your neck it had a silver chain and on the end was a big blue diamond on it.

It was gorgeous but you knew Henry couldn’t afford something this expensive. “Henry be completely honest with me. Did you steal this?” You truly did like it but it was wrong to wear a stolen piece of jewelry.

“yeah I stole it for you I knew you would want some fancy piece of shit like that so when I saw it I knew I had to get it for you” It was so sweet that Henry thought of you like that but your parents would be so mad if they knew you had stolen jewelry on

“Henry this was so sweet of you truly but I can't wear stolen jewelry,” you said looking at the beautiful diamond it was a shame something so pretty had to go right back to where it came from.

“Yes, you can just don’t wear it for a while. The police are still looking for who stole it” Patrick said you turned around and looked at him in annoyance. He had cake smeared all over his mouth you turned around back a Henry who was amused by Patrick’s cake face.

You started to look around at all the decorations then you looked back at Henry “Look I’ll let it go you went through a lot of trouble to make this a great birthday for me”

Henry put his arms around your waist placing his hands on your ass (their favorite place to go) you grabbed his face and gave him soft kisses on his lips, which somehow turned into sloppy rough kisses.

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“Where have you been young lady?,” your dad said as you walked through the front door at 6:00 and school got out hours ago “Um my friends held a little party at a diner for my birthday and after we went to the arcade I'm sorry dad I truly lost track of time”

Hanging out with Henry truly turned you into a better liar. That was a full-blown lie with a sprinkle of truth you did have a little party with friends but after Belch dropped you and Henry off at his house.

But your dad doesn't need to know you just had the sweatiest, hottest most tear-jerking, rough sex of your life in Henry's dad's old abandoned truck in his backyard. You're taking that to the grave. After you call Octavia and tell her every little detail Of course.

“Ok that's nice but we were truly worried about you,” Your mom said you looked down trying to look sad “ I know Mom that's truly a mistake on my part for not calling you,” you said putting your hand on your chest for effect.

“Ok just make sure to call next time. Now go upstairs and get washed up so we can sing Happy Birthday and cut this cake”

You rushed upstairs and took a mini shower examining yourself in the mirror and looking at the hickeys on your neck and body, the nail indents on your hips were Henry's hand where when you were riding him. Just thinking. About it was like a dream but you knew it happened

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Once you got out of the shower you put some clothes on and before you went back downstairs you hid the necklace and the hickeys Henry gave you. Once you were done you headed downstairs only to be greeted by your mom holding a cake with the candles lit the lights were out and your whole family was singing Happy Birthday.

Henry bower x soft poc reader

Warning: talk of violence and slurs

(Fluff/kissing/emotional/cringe/anger/violence/fluffsmut/warmsmut)

Disclaimer: pls do not laugh at this peace of hot garbage I know it’s bad so pls be nice this is my first story and if the views are bad then it will be my last thx very much.

When me and Henry first met at the pond the pond was a silent secluded junk infested pond era with a water fall down the stream in the woods he pushed me in the water called me a "nigger" and threw a rock at me and told me to never come back to "his" pond.

but that wasn't going to stop me so I went back again and again and each time he would either choke me and tell me to never come back, push me up against a tree and tell me he was going to hurt me or push me in to the water once almost drowning me by pulling my just pressed hair I had for easter Sunday church and dunking me into the water.

but I wasn't going to just leave I found this place first and it was going to be mines.

but one day I went back again and he saw me sitting in the back of a abandoned red rusty truck

he looked at me his eyes were watery and red like he had been crying.

he balled his fist up his knuckles were red and scraped up

his right eye was a light purple visibly starting to slowly turn into a deep purpleish black.

he took a deep breath, blowed it out and let his fists go dropping his head he then started to climb into the back of the truck with me.

he sat across from me with his head held low and his hands in his lap.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked softly, my voice low and full of concern.

“None of your damn business, nigger,” he responded in almost a whisper, his tone laced with anger and resentment.

I could tell, though, that his anger wasn’t directed at me—it felt like he was mad at something else entirely.

Slowly, I crawled toward him, moving between his legs until I was close enough to gently cup his head with both of my hands. Carefully, I turned his face sideways and rested his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, keeping him close, my elbows propped on his shoulders as my fingers played in his hair and eventually reached the top of his head.

I half expected him to pull away, choke me, or punish me somehow for touching him. But to my surprise, he didn’t. Instead, he slipped his arms around my slim waist, resting his hands on my hips. I was even more shocked when he slid his legs between my spread knees, pulling me gently upward onto his lap. He slowly pressed down on my hips, guiding me to sit.

So I did.

I straddled him, sitting face-to-face as his head remained against my chest. We stayed like that for what felt like an hour—me hugging him and humming softly while the warm afternoon sun shimmered over the pond’s surface. His breathing was slow and deep, and I noticed the way his fist clutched the fabric of my white summer dress, the one patterned with tiny flowers.

This was the calmest and most relaxed I had ever seen Henry. Normally, he spent his time bullying little kids or yelling slurs at Mike.

If anyone from school—my parents, or the rest of the Bowers gang—saw us like this, it would destroy both of our reputations.

His image as the scary, hardcore, heartless, evil bully—the badass psychopath—would be ruined.And mine, as the nice, sweet, thoughtful, caring, Christian good girl, would be completely over.

Just being seen together would be enough.

My dad would kill me if he knew I was with Henry Bowers, the psychopath racist kid, right now.

But honestly, it was a shock to sit here with him like this and not hear him spit slurs or act like a jerk.

I slowly lifted his head from my chest and tilted it up so he could look at me.“Are you okay, Henry?” I whispered.

He met my gaze, his black eye darkening to a deeper shade. His eyelids were heavy, almost sleepy.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he murmured.

Then he gently moved me off his lap and climbed out of the truck.“You should go. It’s getting pretty late,” he said quietly.

I followed him out and watched as he started to walk slowly into the woods.

Something came over me.

“Henry!” I suddenly shouted, startled by my own outburst before I even knew what I wanted to say.

He turned around. Without thinking, I ran up to him, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him softly on the cheek.

His face turned bright red. He scratched the back of his head, that signature side-smile tugging at his lips, looking almost embarrassed.

“What was that for?” he asked shyly, still rubbing the back of his neck.

“I know you were probably hurting a minute ago,” I said sincerely, “so I just wanted to say that I hope you’re okay—and that whatever’s wrong, it’ll get better.”

By the time I started babbling about feelings, his expression shifted back to his usual I-don’t-give-a-fuck face.

Then, without warning, he stepped closer and kissed me on the lips.

His lips were thin, soft, and surprisingly warm.

I didn’t know what I was doing—I just kissed him back the way I’d seen in movies or practiced in secret on my pillow. But it must have been fine, because he matched my movements.

The kiss grew sloppy and wet, our mouths mixing more saliva than I expected. My eyes shot open when I felt his tongue slide into my mouth.

I pulled away, quickly wiping the saliva from my lips.

When I looked up, he wore that smug smile of his—but it suddenly hardened. “If you tell anyone what just happened, I’ll choke you the fuck out, Mackenzie. I swear to God.”

I nodded silently.

He turned away and disappeared into a narrow path in the woods.

I wasn’t shocked by the threat—I was more surprised that he hadn’t called me a slur and had actually said my real name.

As I walked home, I slowly realized something I couldn’t quite explain.

I might have a tiny, itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny crush on Henry Bowers.

Oh God. I probably sound like a psychopath or an idiot. Having a crush on a guy like him means you’re either cursed or you hate yourself.

Either way, I can’t form the words to explain it. I just know that I do—and I’m already looking forward to the next time he kisses me.

⸻

When I finally got home, my dad was waiting. Of course he wanted to know where I’d been. I told him I’d been at the arcade with my friends. He believed me but was still a little upset, warning that anything could happen when I’m out late by myself.

I rolled my eyes and went to my room, changing into something more comfortable.

As I hung up my dress, I noticed a tiny bloodstain on the back where Henry had gripped it. The blood must have come from his knuckles. I quickly took the dress off the hanger and tossed it into the washing machine, hoping the stain would come out.

Then I headed to the dinner table when I heard my name called.

I sat down, eating my meatloaf while listening to my baby sister chatter about her day.

“What games did you play at the arcade, sweetheart?” my dad suddenly asked, his voice curious.

I froze for a second, panicking, until a list popped into my head.

“Oh, you know—the usual. Pac-Man, Donkey Kong, a little Defender,” I said, naming every popular game I could think of.