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"Shark infested waters" you mean their home? Maybe it's human infested waters?

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A big man for a big world! May this evening be pleasantly warm for you 🔥

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I KNEW I WAS NOT CRAZY!! HENRY BOWERS DID PEE HIMSELF AFTER HIS DAD SCARED HIM!

This is one of the behind the scenes photos! Look how happy he looks lol!

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⭐️SENIOR YEAR SUCKS⭐️

Henry Bowers x (FEM!) reader

Word count: 2,675

Estimated read time: 12 minutes

A/N: hope you like it! I’m not fully bsck but you will be getting some chapters every now and then until I am!

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Chapter 12

This was home

This was exhausting. This whole town was exhausting. Henry was exhausting. You knew Kevin was right, you were acting different… but you thought that was good..?

For years you were sad and depressed and lonely and then you had the perfect chance for a new beginning. You had a single shot to start over. No one from this school knew you. Your parents had no clue about the person you were becoming and you liked that. But In having that fresh start some things got lost in translation. You were always iron and nails. You always had a certain indifference to you. You always tried to help. You never kept Kevin out of the loop…, you never took shit from boys who hit you…, you never hid yourself.

You were just so fucking confused. Maybe you needed to retry this fresh start thing? Maybe you should listen to what Kevin had to say? You’d only been here for like 2 months, there was still time to start showing your arm without people getting too off put.

Kevin was right. You never cared about what people thought before. Why did you now? That was probably the most confusing part. Never once in your life have you actually cared about what some bitch in math class thought, so why was it that after you moved here you changed to try and look better for people who didn’t even care to know you?

You couldn’t think. The only thing in your mind was Henry. What was up with him? First he left early, then he shows up late, basically runs out of your class to avoid you, then glares at you in class while the teacher berated you. All of this was just too much. You hated this cliche, angsty, highschool bullshit. Being in senior year fucking sucked!

You slump deeper into the floor with your back against the front door, resting your head on your knees and hiding in your crossed arms. As you huff a breath you feel something rub against your shins and step on your toes. You raise your head from your arm sanctuary and make direct eye contact with killer.

“Hey boy.” You sniff and wipe the tears from your eyes.

As you pet him and cry, your phone goes off. It’s Henry.

“Coming over tonight” the message read. You let out another sigh.

“👍” was all you sent back. You really had to talk to him. You were over his shit. You really did try to help him but it really just seemed like he was taking advantage of your kindness. You would worry about Henry later, right now you had to focus on Kevin.

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While Kevin was working you decided to order out Kevin’s favorite food. This specific restaurant didn’t deliver to your house because it was so far away so you took your bike out of the shed and fled down the hill into town with a backpack to retrieve the food. After getting the food you stopped by a liquor store to get a soda and some junk to have after you ate dinner.

The ride back home was mostly quiet. The high school had gotten out maybe 30 minutes ago so you saw a couple people from school on the way home.

You pulled up to the farm gate and unlocked it to get in. After putting your bike back in the shed you walked to the house and almost forgot to lock the house gate. Your mind was everywhere. You needed to focus.

Once inside you looked at the clock in the kitchen. Kevin would be home in a few minutes. ‘Might as well set up all the food’.

You admit it, you may have over-ordered, but Kevin loved this food so you wanted there to be enough. You set up all the food on the kitchen counter buffet style and waited for him to get home.

Once you heard the jingle of the house gate your stomach dropped, god you were nervous.

Kevin walked through the door and looked at you in the kitchen then at the food. He sighed.

“Can we talk?” You ask timidly. Fiddling with your hands out of anxiety.

“I’m not in the mood.” He grumbled then tries to dodge you to get to his room.

You step in front of him. “Please…?”

He looks frustrated with you and it makes your heart ache. “Fine” he pulls up a stool to sit at the counter. “Make it quick.”

You take a deep breath and sit next to him. “First thing I wanted to say was… I’m sorry. I really have been such a bitch for a while and I don’t know why.. I’ve never kept you out of the loop and I feel bad. I made you go out of your way today because I acted out and I’m really sorry…..”. You keep your head down as you say the next part.

“You are the closest thing I have to a family and recently I’ve made you feel disappointed in me and it really scares me.. you are all I have and I don’t want you to hate me..” your voice trembles and your eyes water as you finish speaking, but you still can’t look at him.

Then you feel it.

The warmth and safety surrounds you as you realize Kevin is hugging you.

“I’m never disappointed in you , I’m never mad. I’m just so fucking scared. I’m concerned about you in this town, I don’t want this awful fucking place changing what we have. I’m so worried, chicita.” He takes your face in his hands and backs up to look you in the eyes. “And I would never and I mean ever hate you. You are my best friend, you are my family, I don’t want to lose you like Issac and momma…”

You both stay there for a while in silent understanding before hugging again. Lord, you were so glad this got cleared up.

After a long hug you hear Kevin’s stomach loudly grumble. “Not to ruin the mood kid,… but uhhh, are we allowed to eat now? This food is just teasing me by being around” he laughs.

You laugh and wipe the remaining tears off your face. “Yeah we can eat, take as much as you want, I got if for you.”

“Wanna move this over to the tv and watch something awful?” He looks to you with a large smile.

“Duh” the pair of you pile up the to go boxes, soda, and candy in your arms before carefully migrating to the living room floor. Neither of you felt like dishes tonight so you simply shared the 2liter bottle of soda, and used the plastic cutlery from the drawer of plastic you’d collected Every Time you guys ordered food. It was an oddly childish way to eat dinner but so comforting. Eating on a pallet of blankets on the living room floor, tossing candy into Kevin’s mouth to see if he could catch it and then watch some stupid ass reality show while you made fun of whoever was talking.

This feeling. This one right now. Was home.

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At about 11 Kevin decided to turn in for the night. The long day had him spent. You waved him a goodnight and cleaned up the food. Killer was passed out on the couch snoring. Strange little creature.

Less than 20 minutes later someone was throwing stones at your window. Not once, not even for a second did you need to wonder about who it was. It was always Henry. You took Henry in more than your friends. This boy who hated you found sanctuary in the home of a girl he despised.

‘Lord help me understand.’ You think.

You head downstairs to open the door and almost immediately turn on your heel upstairs. He knew how to close and lock a door.

The pair of you finally get upstairs and close the door. An akward, thick, silence settling between the two of you. He’d been so off today. You had no idea what was up with this boy.

With a deep sigh you started.

“What was your problem today?” You blankly state. No point in sugar coating.

“S’cuse me?” He looked offended.

“You left before morning, get to class late, show up with a black eye and basically avoid me all fuckin’ day.” You cross your arms in mock confidence. Trying to convey defiance in the treatment you’d been reciving from him.

“Had shit to do.”

“That’s not an answer.” You deadpan.

“Fuck you.” He snaps and throws up his hands.

“No Henry. Fuck you. Since I got into this town youve been giving me shit! I’ve been giving you nothing but kindness these past few weeks and you still treat me like dirt!” You snap back.

“I ain’t asked you for shit! You fuckin’ offered!”

“You didn’t have to ask! That’s what friends are for!” You say exhausted while running a hand through your hair.

“I just had shit to do alright?” He seems to be wearing down.

“No. Not alright. Tell me!” You step closer.

He looks at you with a fire and hatred in his eyes. The pair of you stand-off with one another for what feels like multiple minutes before he yields.

“I was s’posta help my old man with farm work in the morning. Fucker usually wakes me up. Forgot when I came over last night so when I did wake up I panicked. He was pissed that I was not only late but… but also that I wa’dnt there when he woke up.”

Now it all made sense.

“Beat the shit outta me askin where I was..”. What Henry didn’t, or rather couldn’t say, was that he didn’t want to tell his father about you. Didn’t want his dad knowing anything about you. Didn’t want THE Butch Bowers ruining any of this. He also didn’t wanna tell you that for some reason in his mind he blamed you for his getting beat this morning.

But you read between the lines. You knew that was the case, you weren’t stupid. You had no clue about how much Henry tried to protect you from Butch though.

A small silence filled the air again before Henry spoke up.

“You were a cunt today too..”

You laughed incredulously. “Me? ¿Qué carajo hice?”

…

“What?” Henry asked confused.

“What the fuck did I do?” You repeat in English

“You been avoidin’ me all fuckin’ day.” He admits.

….”I was trying to stay outta your way vato (man). I didn’t wanna piss you off more…”

It was a giant miscommunication. You begin to giggle at the realization while Henry stared at you in confusion. Upon seeing his face you laughed harder.

“Tha fuck ya laughin for?” He sniped.

That only made you wheeze. You tried to explain but no sound came out as you silently laughed and waved your hands trying to convey the confusion. He snorted at your face as you fell to the ground in wheezing laughter. The pair of you laughed for a few minutes before catching your breath. By the time you stopped you and Henry were both on the floor leaning against your bed. Huffing for air and wiping the tears from your eyes.

You looked at Henry. A sardonic smile on his face with his eyes relaxed. His hair was scruffy from running his hand through it. Only you did this. Only you could make him laugh so hard his neck hurt. Only you could relax his beautiful blue eyes.

For the first time since you got into this stupid fucking town, you felt sonething settle. You and Kevin were good, you weren’t gonna hide anymore. And this…thing with Henry…

You couldn’t place it. You had no idea what it was, but where it was at right now was so comfortable.

Then. Like lighting, in the way Henry Bowers does…

He kissed you.

Not a slow mindful one. He kissed you like he was mad. Like he hated you. Henry wasn’t soft and you never expected him to be. The quickness of Henry’s attack made you dizzy. You froze up in what felt like fear. But you knew it wasn’t, you weren’t scared of Henry. You were scared of what happened if you moved. In your mind Henry, as tough as he was, was like a skittish animal. You fear that if you moved he’d leave. Alsmost as if you stayed completely still he’d forget you were there.

Soon enough Henry backed up and looked at you with a strange face, annoyed, angry, embarrassed. You looked at him with the small realization that you not moving may not have meant the same thing to him.

Why did he have to do this. Not a minute earlier you were so comfortable. World calm and for the moment unshaken. Then Henry had to fuck it up like a walking, kissing, earthquake. What to do….?

You were so in you mind of not wanting to spook the unspookable that you gave him the wrong signal.. fuck.

Henry placed his hands on his knees and stood.

“Henry wait..” you said quietly.

“Fuck off..” he replied. No louder then a whisper. Only you could make Henry Bowers quiet. And that scared him. No not scared, it greatly pissed him off. Even his dad couldn’t make him quiet. He always kept either a neutral volume or louder when going toe to toe with his pop. But here you were on the floor of your room making him hushed like he had sonething to hide.

You stood as fast as you could as he began to walk. “No wait!” You yelp and grab his hand. He stills but refuses to look at you. Though he still held his head high. He’d never keep his head down for anyone, not even you. You used his arm to flip him around and kissed him gently. Your soft lips meeting his Stoney ones. Your eyes closed as you did it. Maybe as a sign of wanting it. Maybe as a sign of submission. A way of saying that you weren’t competing with him. Henry’s eyes stayed open as you did. Observing your face for a second before meeting you with his normal amount of force and aggression. He was still Henry after all.

Your hand found the base of his hair and his found your neck and waist. The kiss started painfully gentle to murderously volatile. You slightly tugged his hair as his grip on your waist became bruising. Though, You did notice through all the commotion, that the pressure on your throat never changed. As gentle as a butterfly. Something you never thought possible from Henry.

Henry walked the both of you back to your bed, never once breaking the intense make out you had somehow exploded like a grenade. Your knees hit the bed as you went back, Henry ensured you had a soft landing, making you go down slowly. You kissed on the bed for some minutes. A dance of hands and lips as you both tried to breathe. Eventually you had to break it. You gently pushed Henry off and began to catch your breath as Henry flopped beside you on the bed.

You huffed and looked into his beautiful blue eyes with a smile.

How could he always do this. He could never make you hate him. The black magic he was using on your feelings was getting annoying.

You look at the clock beside the bed to see the late hour stare bsck at you.

“Wanna stay the night?” You ask Henry. It was an innocent question in your mind. Part of the routine and nothing more.

But you didn’t think like Henry.

“What the fuck?” He looked at you like you were crazy.

“What?” You ask.

He stands up and makes it to the door. “It was a fuckin kiss don’t get crazy.”

“What are you talking about?” You are so genuinely confused you don’t know what to do.

“Dont go makin something fuckin huge outta nothin!” He spits as he all but runs downstairs to leave.

And just like that Henry was gone. But it was okay. Tomorrow would be a new day. A new start in your crazy story.

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Me trying not to use the world glare 😭

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My partner critiques my fics in memes, I felt this on a very personal level.

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Hii! Soo i saw a moodboard and fell in love with the vive

you think you could do a one shot about being Henrys innocent girlfriend

Thats the mood board, but instead of Patrick could u do a Henry one plss🙏🙏

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Thank you so much for the ask! Sorry it took so long I hope I did it justice. I also re did the mood board to make it a cover. Hope you like it .

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Henry x innocent! Reader!

Content warnings: mention of sex, suggestive material, underage smoking, theft, language. Misogynistic language.(Not from Henry)

(NO ACTUAL SEXUAL ACTS HAPPEN IN THIS STORY. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18 IN THEIR SENIOR YEAR)

A/N: I'm kinda back! Yay! | didn't add smut to this because I didn't know if any of y'all would be willing to read that so l thought it would be best to ask here. Leave a comment if yes! All my story's will continue plus I have a new man I plan on writing for! Hope you like it!

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You lived in Derry for a few years when you were younger but your father had gotten a promotion at his job that required your family to move to a whole new state. Now after 10 years, here you are. You had to move back because of your grandmothers worsening condition. You loved Granny. She was your best friend.

After moving back you have been spending all of your time at granny’s house. She’d teach you to sew, cook, she’d ask you to read to her as she lay in her recliner chair. It’s almost like you lived at her house and not with your parents. Don’t get me wrong you love your parents, they just understood how much granny meant.

The past few weeks at Derry high have been almost Hellish. People push you in the halls, this girl Greta and her friends are ruthless in their taunts and now there was him.

Henry Bowers. He apparently had been suspended the first 2 weeks you were in town. Now he was at school everyday, in almost every class. He always had his eyes on you. You wont lie, he scared you. In comparison to him you were much smaller, and not just in stature. Henry’s personality, energy and voice was big in comparison to your shy, calm, innocent one. He was the definition of fear. He looked at you like a wolf looked at a lamb. And that was the scariest part. All Henry ever did was look.

Until one day.

It stopped looking and did something.

You remember the day clearly, the day that set everything in motion. It was a warm day with wet air. It had rained the night prior and was overcast all day. You had an English quiz today. You never minded English class but on days with quizes you felt unshakable anxiety. You always read the material but what if?

Yep, you were one of those. You always knew the material, but felt like you would choke on a test. (You never have).

Just for the test the teacher decided to finally switch up seats. Yippie. Every person would now have a different table partner. You could almost see the murder in Henry’s eyes when she pointed to a desk and announced that you and Henry would be tablemates.

Double yippie.

The paper was placed before you and Henry and the hour timer started. Simple questions if you read the book. But like always, there was a hint of fear embeded in your skin. About 40 minutes in your absolutely anchient English teacher fell asleep. Seriously he was so old you don’t know if he was safe to dive himself home anymore.

Henry kicked your foot. Oh no.

You tried not to acknowledge his attempts at your attention. That didn’t last long. He finally annoyed you enough and got you to look at him. He slid over a small paper note.

“Help me out.”

Was all the almost illegible note said. The hadwriting was so bad it was almost endearing.

“With what?” You gently wrote back.

After a long minute of Henry writing in the note he slid it back.

He asked for only half the answers? Why not all of them? He also didn’t ask for any of the short response questions . Just the multiple choice ones.

You sighed and flipped the note over before writing out the answers.

“AACDBCCDA.”

You passed it back and silently slid it to Henry under the table. You really didn’t need to get in trouble because someone saw you helping this guy out. What if the teacher called your parents? What if Granny got mad? God that would be the end of the world for you. You hated upsetting your family. You always tried to do what you were told.

Henry takes the paper and unfolds it before quickly copying the answers and then shoving the note in his pocket, from there he writes a few words for the short response before drawing shit on his paper.

You finish up the test and get up to turn it in. Just as you start raising out of your chair Henry put his hand on your thigh. Startled by the contact you jump a little and look down at him. With a bored expression he hands you his paper. You sigh again before walking up to the teachers desk and walk back to your desk to gather your things. As you walk the bell for lunch rings and everyone leaves. Because of that little interaction with Henry you were the last one to turn in your paper and now you were the last one left in class. You didn’t mind. You sat alone for lunch. You could read your books when you were alone. Even the teacher had left.

You grab your bag and begin gathering your things to leave. By the time you are done the hallways appear empty. Just as you exit the room a sharp hand grabs your wrist. Startling you backwards, you turn to face your “attacker” only to come face to face…. With him.

Henry. You were all alone. With him.

You can’t deny that he was attractive. His bright blue eyes, muscles and long hair made you blush.

You’d never really looked at boys like this, not for any particular reason. They just never interested you. until today that is.

Henry leaned against the lockers with a vexed expression lain across his features. Why was he annoyed?

From his perspective the blush on your checks was ever-noticeable. You avoided his gaze but kept your eyes on him. Strange. He though.

“I need your answers for Mr. Clark’s math class. I know you have him the hour before me.” Henry stares

“W-what?” You ask absolutely bewildered that he’s demanding answers after you already helped him cheat. You already felt icky about helping him in the first place.

“You heard me. I need you to do the study guide and give me the answers. He allowed us a cheat sheet for the test based on the study guide but I don’t feel like doing the work. So. You are gonna help me. Got it?” It’s not a question, he’s telling you that you’ll help him. What a jerk.

After a moment of you not responding he snatches your phone from you. “Hey!” You lunge after your phone. He holds it above your head.

“Open it and go to your contacts. Now.” He hands you back the phone. He was scary, you knew the things he did to other kids who didn’t listen to him. Might as well listen.

You open your phone and open up contacts before handing it back to him. He types for a second before handing it back.

“Text me your address so I can come by after school. If you ghost me I’ll kick your ass into a pulp. Don’t test me.” And with that, Henry was gone.

What was this kids deal?

You messaged Henry the address to your Granny’s house after school. As you enter her house you call out for her.

“Gran?”

“I’m in here love!” She responds from the living room.

You walk to Granny and kneel beside her in her rocker.

“Hi love, what’s got you lookin all down today?” Gran wonders.

“A boy is coming over today to study, I wanted you to know.”

“Oh a boy you say? Why don’t you two work in your room? I won’t be a bother to you in there.”

“Are you sure Gran?”

“Positive.”

With a heavy sigh you go to your room. You decided clean up a little before Henry comes over. You liked your room here. Most of your material belongings were at home with your parents but Grans house had all your clothes and stuffed animals and blankets. The dusty blue walls made the room feel cozy. Your bed spread was a light pastel pink with little blue flowers all over it. Your lamp was in the shape of an old teapot and your stuffed animals that you didn’t regularly sleep with were placed in a “hammock” in a corner. Potted plants scattered your room. These little details made you feel so at home it was hard to describe.

A knock came from the front door snapping you out of your comfortable daze. You exit your room and walk to the front door. Before you even speak Henry pushes past you into the house. You sigh and shut the front door before showing him to your room and shutting the door behind you.

God this guy is a jerk…

He sits himself on your bedspread and you cringe at the thought of his dirt covered jeans on your bed. You see that he has nothing on him. You knew this wasn’t gonna be a regular study session but nothing? Not a pencil? Not even his own book?

Whatever.

You get yourself situated on the floor in front of your small table and get out your book and paper. You finished most of the study guide in your last few classes today. You just had a few more things to put down. When you were done you looked up to see Henry had lain fully back onto your bed. In his dirty farm clothes.

Don’t panic.

Sheets can be washed.

The mattress however bust be set aflame.

You tossed the pencil and cheat sheet up onto his lap before turning on the tv from where you sat. He stirred at the feeling of something touching him he steadied himself on his elbows to look at you, then the paper. He scoffed before retrieving a notecard from his pocket. He slid of the bed and sat next to you on the floor, leaning over the table as he wrote. You rolled your eyes and found a good show to watch.

Once he was done writing he looked up.

“What the fuck is this?” He asked gesturing to your tv.

“It’s my favorite show.” You shrug.

“This?” He asks confused, “no way this boring shit is your favorite.”

“Well it is, I usually watch it with Gran”

“Do you only really watch tv with her?” He asks weirdly.

“Pretty much.”

“Do you do everything with your gramma’?”

You just nod.

“That explains fucking everything!” He shouts and laughs loudly.

You try to throw your hands over his mouth. “SHHHH!! Not so loud! she doesn't like swearing!”

He laughs louder through your hands. Once he calms a little he grabs your wrists and removes your hands from his face.

“Fuck, that makes so much sense now.”

You look at him oddly. “What makes sense?”

“You” he gestures, “the old lady clothes, the knitting in class, the books, the no swearing, the way you talk. You are a clone of your grandma!” He laughs again.

Your cheeks turn pink with embarrassment.

No I'm not… I’m me, my grandma and I just spend a lot of time together that’s all….

“Just shut up Henry!” You snap.

….

“What did you just say to me, freak?” He levels you with a glare. You couldn’t find it in you to care.

“I said shut up! I’m helping you for tomorrow when I don’t have to! You have no idea what you are talking about so just shut up!”

He leans in closer to you with that angry look on his face.

You were in so much trouble. Would he hit you? Beat you? Yell at you? You’d heard stories of what he’d done to other kids that tried to stand up to him.

You close your eyes in fear of what’s to come. You’d never even raised your voice like that before. Of course the first time ever had to be at Henry Bowers. You wait for him to hit you, but instead you feel 2 hands grab at the side of your face before Henry smashed his lips to yours.

Your eyes snap open in shock. The kiss is rough and demanding but not awful. After a few seconds of initial shock you melt into it before Henry pulls off.

Your eyes flutter open to see Henry smirking with a flushed face. You assume the red on his cheeks is matching you.

“W-why would you do that?” You cover your face with your hands.

“Because I felt like it.” He deadpanned.

This made no freaking sense. Why would this guy do that?!?

“Yo” he starts again. “Relax. I’ve liked your look for a while, what do ya say you go with me for a while?”

WHAT WAS HE EVEN SAYING?????

“Pardon?….”

“I’m sayin go steady. Hang with me fer a while”

“Are you insane!?” You whisper yell. “You threaten to beat me up, swear in my house, make fun of me then kiss me???”

“And now I’m askin to go steady.” He confirms.

This kid was insane. What was even more insane was the fact that you were pondering it. Maybe it was the fact that he called you a clone of Granny. That implies you were like an old lady, uptight, boring, no fun. You could be fun.

“Why not?”

He looked a little surprised.

“Really?” He asked in a bored and skeptical tone.

“Yeah, why not?”

And from there you and Henry have been together for months.

Being with Henry has taught you things you never knew. He’s influenced you to do things you never would have done. Not that you are complaining.

He and his friends took you to the quarry today. You had never really seen boys your age undressed before… that was quite a strange feeling. You’d never really been undressed in front of boys before. The way Henry looked at you confused you. For about 30 minutes after you caught him staring he refused to get out of the water. Even when everyone else did.

One of Henry’s friends, you’d come to learn was Belch, brought a speaker to listen to music as you sat in the shaded rocks and watched the boys fool around in the water. You’d never listened to music like it before. Screaming, loud, sex and drug filled music. You’d be lying if you said you completely hated it.

Another thing you learned was how these boys speak. Once they all exited the water they began talking about a girl. Greta. The girl who was always mean to you. They called her things like a “slut” and “total bone material”. Not Henry of course. But they all talked and laughed about sex in such an unserious way. You wondered what that was like. To not be intimidated by sex.

You knew what sex was and the basic mechanics of it but absolutely nothing else. You were curious. You appeared to be the only senior in your school who was almost totally clueless. Others definitely were taking notice.

On the car ride back to your house the boys stopped at a corner store for snacks. You knew they stole. You told Henry your only rule was “don’t get me involved” and he never did. Although Henry was teaching you new and foreign things he tried to keep you out of the worst of it. Anything that gets you in trouble.

As he hopped back into the Trans Am that was uncomfortably full now that you tagged along, he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and hit the box on his palm twice. He asked Patrick to light it and the smell of the burn filled your nostrils. Belch started the Trans Am and began driving. A little while after lighting the cigarette it was passed around until you were the only one who hadn’t had a puff. Patrick looked at you.

Oh no.

“C’mon babe, give it a try.” He said and practically waved the half gone thing in your face.

“Leave it, hockstetter.” Henry said firmly, turning in his seat to look at you with almost apologetic eyes.

“Oh come on Henry she’s a big girl, let her try.” Patrick laughed.

You look at Henry one more time. In the months you had spent together you’d heard his friends tease him about you. Of course you’d never tell him that. You heard them say you were too clean to be with a Bowers, that you were “so fucking boring it’s amazing Henry hasn’t boned someone else”.

You never wanted Henry to be ashamed of you, you didn’t want Henry to think you were boring.

You look at Patrick defiantly and snatch the cigarette from him before inhaling. Inhaling wasn’t the problem. It’s getting it out that caused some issues. On the exhale it tickled parts of your lungs you never want tickled and you coughed, sputtering. The boys laughed and as you got yourself composed you made eye contact with Henry who was still looking at you. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes said something different.

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After returning you and Henry to Gran’s house the boys sped off. You unlocked the door and went into the living room to sit with Granny for a bit while Henry went to your room. Gran wasn’t particularly fond of the Bowers but she liked that you were happy.

You sat and told Gran that you and Henry and a few friends (not including that you were the only girl) went to the quarry for a swim. She smiled weakly and asked you to help her to her room for a nap. Grab had a very specific sleep routine. Wake up at 4, two naps a day for about an hour and a half each then in bed by 8. She never slept without her mask or her earplugs. She was on the verge of being deaf but she swore any and all sounds while she was sleeping would overstimulate her. So she wore earplugs. Due to the earplugs alarms were rendered ineffective so in about an hour you would be waking her.

After getting Granny all settled you shut her door then went to find Henry in your room across the house.

Henry is sitting on your bed, not unusual but he looks upset (also not unusual but you don’t know why he’s upset).

“You ok baby?” You asked timidly while stepping closer.

“Why would you do that?” He asks angrily but not yelling.

“What?”

“Why the fuck did you take the cig from hockstetter?” He spits.

“I wanted to try it”

“Bullshit, you've never wanted to try anything like that.”

“It’s not bull it’s true!” You try to lie but it’s not getting you anywhere.

“Bull. Shit.” He repeats. “You don’t drink, you don’t smoke, you get mad when we steal, you hate what I do every fucking day. So why the fuck did you do it?”

You stay silent and he huffs. He stands up and moves to leave.

“No!” You block his way.

“Move. ____” he says your name like he’s tired.

“No, I don't want you to go!” You admit.

“Then tell me why you took it from him!”

You look away, embarrassed.

“Because I don’t want you to be ashamed to be around me..”

He looks confused, which is pretty par for the course when it comes to Henry and feelings. “What?”

You try to breathe and explain. “I don’t do the things you do… I don’t do the things other girls that you guys hang out with do.”

“And what the fuck about it?” Henry snaps.

“I just-“

“No.” He cuts you off. “I’m not responsible for your insecurity. Don’t put that on me.”

“I wasn’t-“ you panic at his defensiveness but are cut off again.

“I ask if you wanna hang out with my friends because you are my girlfriend. You. Not that bitch Greta. Or Stacy, or Lana. You. I wanted you to be my girlfriend, if you are getting all insecure and shit that’s on you.”

“It’s not like that! I just don’t know the things everyone else seems to!” You try to explain.

“And!? I fucking chose you! You think I want a girl that knows everything!? A girl that thinks she’s better then me at everything?!

“No!”

“Then what the fuck is the problem?!”

“There is no problem henry. I’m just confused..”

“You’re confused? I’m confused!” He retorts. “I thought everything was fine!”

“It is!”

“Then what’s the problem!” He shouts again.

For once you are happy about Grans earplug habit.

“…I can’t do the things other girls do..”

“What?”

“I heard patrick say you had sex with Beverly and Greta”’

….

Silence. The scariest thing your boyfriend could do. Give you pure. Excruciating silence.

You start thinking of a way out. Try thinking of a way to backtrack. But nothing is coming to mind. Your heart sinks as you begin to think you royally messed up.

“I didn’t.”

…

“What?” You ask incredulously.

“I never had sex with either of them. Greta and I got pretty close to doing it a few times but I never did anything with Beverly.”

Your eyes must be wide with shock and self induced embarrassment horror.

“You don’t believe me?” He asks defensively.

“No no no I do”

“When I said I wanted to be your Boyfriend I meant it.” This sweet, almost domestic side of Henry was rare and always but you in a confused state, mostly because you knew it was only for you. “I don’t wanna fuck anyone else. I want to completely ruin you for anyone else, I wanna teach you things you never knew existed, I want you to go home to your parents one day with music that kills them of shock. I wanna teach you. Not anyone else.”

As crazy as those things may sound coming from someone you understood what he was trying to say. It was Henry’s way of saying if I was gonna learn he’d rather it be him. It was him acknowledging that you weren’t gonna be innocent forever, so why not learn it from him. What sounds even crazier is you think you loved the idea.

Henry took a step closer to you. He put his heavy calloused and bruised hands on your arms and kissed you roughly. Henry didn’t do soft. Never had and never will, and you loved it.

He led you to the bed while maintaining the kiss and once your knees hit the bed they bent and you fell to the bed. Henry continued kissing you, getting tougher as time went on. He began kissing you with his tongue, something he’d only ever done once before and you loved it. His hands slowly but firmly went up your blouse to touch the exposed skin. He brought his knee up between your legs and you gasped at the contact, having never felt it before. After a few seconds Henry broke the kiss and got off you.

Confused. You looked at him. He took off his shoes and grabbed the tv remote before holding you. Your heart swelled at the realization that he was trying to take it slow for you. Even if it left him uncomfortable. And trust me it was. Henry sat with a hard on for the entirety of the movie he put on while holding you.

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Please tell me if there was any mistakes so I can fix them ❤️☺️

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

Baby are you ok? This is unlike you to be away for this long😔.

But I genuinely hope you are alright, if not take as much time as you need to be ok. I hope your fine<3

Woah. Last post as like a month ago. Thank you for the concern. I guess y’all deserve an update.

I tried to legally leave my house and got into a fight with my parents about it. Long story short, the cops were called by my friend who was picking me up and the sheriff arrived at my house. The sheriff basically told me even though I’m 18 I’m not allowed to leave and if I try again I will be arrested for disorderly conduct. So leaving was not on the table anymore. Since I tried to leave my parents have been overworking me to my core. I guess it’s my punishment for trying to leave. I’m failing my senior year and I haven’t felt very good mentally since December 16th when the whole thing happened.

I am trying to get better. I just don’t know how. Call me messy all you want for saying this on social media, but I feel alone. I don’t even really have any friends in my corner right now. They all have their own lives and mine doesn’t fit into theirs.

Ive been trying to write. I really have. But with all the work my parents are putting on me along with school and my mental well being I feel a little stuck. I did get a one shot request like a month ago that I’ve been trying to work on. So that along with more chapters of not only “Senior Year Sucks” but also “A Thief, A Friend, and A Brother”.

Heres a little teaser for the one shot. Hope to see you there♥️

Thank you all for your patience. I promise I’ll be better soon.

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

⭐️senior year sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x (fem)reader

Word count: 3,769

Estimated read time: 17

A/N: this was probably the most difficult to write. Not because of content or anything, just because of where I want the story to go. But in being the hardest to write I think this chapter is my favorite so far! Hope you enjoy and I apologize for any spelling mistakes!

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Chapter 11

Jews and coffee

The weird schedule between you and Henry went on for the next few weeks. A couple nights a week Henry would text you or toss stones at your window. You always let him in and fed him. You always watched tv. Every other visit he would pick what you watch. Sometimes he showered in your bathroom, and you always had some spare clothes for him to wear as he slept over.

The daylight never changed though. Just as you had a routine under the veil of darkness that the night cast, the sun held routine too. As agreed upon you and Henry weren’t friends. You sat together in a few classes and barely spoke. He still fucked with you and your friends and beyond a few hateful interactions you may as well have been strangers.

Today was a little different though..

You had woken up this morning to see that Henry had left in the night. The clothes you had lent him were semi neatly (as neatly as Henry can do) thrown on your bed next to Killer. You turned off your alarm and checked your phone. The only message was from Henry; “left early 4 farm work bye.” You huffed a giggle as you read the message. Henry never was one for proper grammar. Your normal routine continued. Shower, teeth, makeup, dress, food, leave.

You hate to admit that Kevin was right when he told you it would be getting hotter. Long sleeves were becoming hell to wear.

You bike to the school and lock up while your friends talk around you. You were thankful for Kevin letting them hang out at the record store a little while ago. It made you all closer, now they all had a safe place to go if they ever needed anything. Just because they weren’t friends with Kevin yet didn’t mean he wouldn’t help them. Being able to watch a movie on the store tv and eat junk really brought you all together. Some time to relax was something you all needed.

You and your little ragtag group enter the school with about the normal amount of enthusiasm you’d expect from a Monday morning.

You were totally gonna fail this next quiz if you didn’t lock in these next few days. You sat in your seat and got out your notebook and pencil. The lights were off because of the projecter. Thank god. You had a pounding headache.

You winced as the school bell rang, indicating the start of the school day. Henry wasn’t here yet. You began to worry. First he leaves without waking you up now he’s late? What was going on?

About 20 minutes into this utterly terrible and boring lecture video Henry walks in. As he opened the door you could see Belch and Vic walking down the hall to their classes. Henry tossed the teacher a somewhat crumpled late pass and without a word, sauntered over to the desk. You could barely see his face from how dark it was…. Until he passed the projector…

Right below Henry’s eye was an angry bruise, red and it appeared to already be turning purple. It looked fresh. You move your hand to below your own eye where your bruise was visibly gone but the area was still a little sensitive. What the fuck happened to him?

Since the first day Henry came to you, you decided to always carry at least some first aid. Bruise cream, disinfectant, bandages and numbing cream.

Henry takes his usual seat by the window. He looks stiff…so does everyone else in the room. Why? The room went from a mostly relaxed Monday morning, to the air being thick with verbal silence. Everyone was throwing fearful glances at Henry and keeping their heads down. You brush off the weird vibe from the class and rummage through your bag, and retrieve the Arnica. You use the fact that the class was filled with noise from the video to tear out a little square of paper and write him a little note.

“For your eye”. You place the cream on the paper and slide it over to him silently. Without making eye contact he takes the paper, jots something down then slides it back.

“Got some at home”. The note reads. You sigh a little, taking the note and cream and placing them back into your backpack. The rest of class drags on with Henry refusing to speak or even look at you. Did you do something? Did he wake up in the night to find you cuddled up next to him and that freaked him out? You gathered from his eye that his dad gave him a hard time about something. But what did that something have to do with you?

As you sit in wonder the class bell rings and everyone is already set to go to their next class. Including Henry. He’s never left a class so fast. Maybe it’s a good idea for you and the losers to eat in Kevs tailgate for lunch. You weren’t scared of Henry personally. You knew you could take him on if he decided to fuck around and find out. You were on edge about what he and his crazy ass friends would do to the losers, if he was in such a bad mood. So maybe asking Kev to bring y’all some food would be a good idea.

You shoot Kevin a quick text before heading to the next period.

Lunch came excruciatingly slow. You felt like you needed an energy drink pumped directly into your veins with how tired you were. You get out of class as soon as possible to find Mike. You didn’t want him walking by the Bowers gang alone, just in case Henry decided to get fresh while you weren’t around. You spot Mike and gently shout his name to get his attention. He jogs over to you and upon becoming close you two hook your arms and begin to walk. Mike would never tell you that he did in fact notice you were walking faster today. And that he did see you slightly lower your head around the lockers.

You and Mike meet up with the losers outside. You told them to keep their bikes locked for lunch because Kevin was already bringing pizza and some sodas. The group of you walk to the front of the school. Just as Kevin pulled up in his truck, Henry and his gang exited the school.

“KEVY!!!” You yell excitedly as you jog over to the passenger side door.

The Bowers gang definitely took notice. They began to watch as you and Kevin exchanged some words.

“I don’t give a fuck what y’all do, just give me the trash before you head back in. Don’t leave shit in my tailgate. Also y’all can put yer bags in here with me while ya eat.” Kevin suggest.

You shove off your bag and grab the 2 pizzas. “Bev can you grab the sodas?” You ask. Beverly takes her bag off and puts it and some of the boys' bags in the truck. With a quick “thanks” she took the sodas and shut the door.

You got yourself up high and sat on the roof of the truck, Stan sat beside you while the others sat either in the tailgate or on the sides. You all began to eat while the Bowers boys continued to watch.

Henry scoffed at you. Why were you being such a fuckin cunt today? Yeah he left early but other than that you had no reason to avoid him, if anything you were the reason he got in trouble in the first place. Now here you were avoiding him? Walking past him with that fucking freaks hands on you and not even fucking looking at him? This was bullshit.

Patrick had noticed Henry’s attention on you a looong time ago. He knew something was up, he just didn’t know how to place it. What he did know for certain was you pissed Henry the fuck off.

Belch and Vic had no real opinion on you, you were a loser. They only saw the losers as targets. It was fun to fuck with you guys, nothing more.

With and angry huff Henry stomped to the Trans Am and hopped in. They all decided on where to eat and sped off. If you were gonna be a bitch for no reason you didn’t deserve his time.

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“That’s fucking crazy there is no way that’s true!” Eddie yells at Richie as he picks up a slice from his personal box.

You had asked Kevin for a little cheese pizza just for Eddie so he could eat and not be uncomfortable with others around his food. The kid was a little strange but it was endearing.

“It’s totally fucking true! I beat that shit! no problem!” Richie threw back at Eddie. They were of course talking about the arcade again. Richie had one of the highest scores in some of the games and even got to some levels no one else in the group had.

“You are so full of shit!” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, you know you look just like your mom last night when you roll your eyes?” Richie retorted then started flicking his tongue on the tip of his pizza and dramatically thrusting his hips. All of you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he and Eddie were.

“That’s actually fucking disgusting you creatin” Eddie says with a disgusted look on his face.

You settle down your snorting and turn to Stan, hugging your legs while the others converse. “So,” you get his attention and he pulls his legs to sit criss cross and face you. “How was the bar mitzva?” You can’t lie, you’d been curious for weeks.

Stan’s face immediately grows red and now you had to know. You hushed your voice and leaned in. “Come on man, I won’t tell anyone.”

He sighs and leans in a little, mirroring you. “Well… Richie was there and it did initially go fine…I read from the Torah. All that was fine. But…. recently I’ve been terrified of the future and the unknown and… I guess all that fear and insecurity came out during my speach….” He looks down slightly. You feel for him. The future is scary. “Richie seemed to like my speach but my dad was furious, so now I’m guilty and” he blushes and shifts a little. “Uncomfortable…”

You look at him for a second. Uncomfortable? Why was he uncomfort- oohhhhh!!!! STANS BRIT MILAH!!

You really wanted to laugh. You really did, but you knew Stan was already uncomfortable. He didn’t need to be insecure too. “I’m very sorry about your Brit..” you say softly with a small wince, you could only imagine then pain.

His eyes slightly widen. “You knew what it was called?”

“Yeah all Jews get em’. Duh”

“No I know that but how do you know what it was called.”

You shrug a little. “I’m a girl who likes being educated. anywho I think you did great, you got it over with and you got some frustrations out.” You take a fat bite of pizza before looking at your watch and wiping off your hands. “Lunch is over in a few minutes. Hows about you help me clean up?” You hold your hand out to him to help him stand.

Stan was younger than you. You saw him as a good friend, he was so sweet and caring. A little anxious but that’s not hurting anybody. He was a good kid.

But Stan. Stan was rapidly growing and dealing with getting older, and as all young boys do, he developed a crush. A crush on the only person who new a word for a jewish tradition that caused him so much discomfort these last few weeks. A crush on the girl that feeds him pizza and asks if his bar mitzva went okay because she knew he was nervous. Stan had a crush on you.

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You, Richie, and Beverly were late coming in from lunch and the teacher decided to make an example out of you. Not that you really cared. This school was filled with nothing but immature assholes that think they are better than you. Being able to realize that everyone fucking sucks definitely helps with how you carry yourself in a crowd. Beverly seemed to be the most effected by your teachers verbal assault though. That Greta bitch was laughing at her.

“Ohh so you all think you are too good to attend my class on time do you? Tell me, do I bore you in some way?” The teacher dragged. You rolled your eyes and Richie stood still and a statue. Henry’s eyes were on you. Hell. Everyone’s eyes were on you. This teacher was was the worst. Making all three of you stand at the front while she leans on the side of her desk and taunts you.

“Because the utter disrespect you are serving not only me but your classmates is honestly grotesque. I mean you are stripping them of their learning time with your disruptive behavior.” You were so over today. You were fucking exhausted, Henry was being a prickily bitch, and now this shit. You cross your arms and look at the teacher.

“Are you done yet?” You snap.

“I beg your pardon?-“ she gasps but you cut her off before she can continue.

“None of us complain when you take 3 weeks to grade our tests, or when your nasty ass food smells up the classroom, or when your horrid coffee breath nasally molests us while you speak. And honestly if you are allowed to bring your lunch into class time you have no right to give us shit about it. We were 3 minutes after the bell. It takes you 5 to do attendance, 8 to check tinder after, and yes we do notice that, so please get off our ass!” You huff and stare her down.

“To the principles office! Now! You will not speak to me in such a way in my own classroom!” You saw that coming when you started talking.

“With pleasure, saved my nostrils from falling victim to a 40 year old woman that dosnt know what toothpaste means.” You pick up your bag and walk to the door.

“You 2!” She yelps and points at Richie and Beverly. “To your seats and I don’t want a word from you unless you want to join your friend in the office!” They do as she says and scurry to their respective seats.

Now here you were. In the waiting room of the office to wait for Kevin to get there before entering the principals office. You knew flying off the handle like that was a bad idea but god that lady just pushed you. You were a pessimist and heart and a realist in your soul. Letting people walk all over you was not something you allowed. You were always respectful to people, Weither you liked them or not but them blatantly disrespecting you was not something you ever stood for. You had a good head on your shoulders and refused to take shit from a lady like her!

You hoped Kevin wasn’t too mad.

Almost as if you thought him into existence Kevin walked through the office doors like a soap opera husband looking for his wife in the hospital. The set is eyes on you before signing in at the front desk. Your face grew red and your head hung low. You loved Kevin, since you were little you looked up to him. The last thing you ever wanted was for him to be disappointed in you….

You don’t even know why they called him. You were 18, they could have just suspended you and sent you home. You were definitely gonna ask about it to the principal. Kevin sat beside you and lurched forward with his hands on his knees. With a heavy sigh he turned his head at you. Not that you could see it, your hair was covering your veiw of him.

“He will see you now.” The office assistant calmly called from her little side office.

You and Kevin enter the office and sit in the 2 chairs. God this was gonna fuckin suck.

“Mr …” the principal pauses his address to Kevin to try and pronounce his last name.

“Please” Kevin cuts him off. “Call me Kevin.”

The principal gives Kevin a slight side eye. You really can tell when people think they are better than you. “Mr..Kevin… Thank you for coming in. We called you in regards to your child’s behavior.”

“While I appreciate being in the loop she’s not a child.” Kevin states firmly. “She’s 18, she’s been 18. There was absolutely no reason for you to call me here.”

‘It seems Kevin can see the principals low view of us too.’ you think.

“I assure you there was a reason, it’s in the nature of the problem we had today.” The principal states in his ungodly boring voice. “You see Mr Kevin, we don’t take in late applications often but because of your students history we made an acception. And after her outburst today I’m not so sure that was a good decision.”

Kevin sighs. Obviously frustrated. “Can you please stop beating around the fuckin bush and tell me what happened?” Kevin gruffed.

“Well according to Mrs liesel your student thought it was okay to have a public outcry where mrs liesel was the victim. Out of nowhere your student decided that commenting on her teachers eating habits was appropriate.”

“That’s bullshit!” You cry.

“And it’s clear these inappropriate outbursts are common.” The principal levels you with a glare.

“That’s not true! I was only three minutes late to class and she decided to make an example out of me. She was publicly shaming me and my friends and I was just supposed to take it? Ask any kids in that class! They’ll tell you!” You huffed and crossed your arms.

Before anyone else could speak Beverly, Richie and 2 other girls from class walked in. The principal looked annoyed, he knew what they were there for.

“It’s true.” One of the mystery girls stated. “Mrs liesel was shaming them in front of the whole class, letting people laugh at them to prove a point.”

The principal sighed. “And you can all say you watched that?”

The second girl spoke. “The whole class can. We didn’t like what Mrs liesel was saying and when we tried talking to her about how it was inappropriate she sent us down here. Even Richie and Bev and they weren’t even doing anything.”

“We were sitting at our desks quietly!” Beverly added.

The principal looks as if he’s just about to speak but Kevin beats him to it.

“So from what I’m hearing you are allowing your teachers to publicly humiliate and shame your students, and if anyone disagrees they get sent here in hopes of disciplinary action being taken is that correct?”

The principal becomes flustered and begins to stutter.

“Now I have a little office of witnesses to this. Depending on the outcome of this meeting we may be going to the attorneys office later today. Publicly humiliating three students is emotional abuse and very well violates this school's code of safety, ensuring a safe, equal environment to learn in.”

“Sir, you must understand that some sort of action must be taken.” The principal almost pleads.

“I agree, your staff should not be abusing their power like this in a class setting. So what action do you think is appropriate?” Kevin glares at him. He knows he’s won.

“I will have a talk with Mrs liesel but ___ will have an assignment. She will write three pages on why her outburst was inappropriate and what she should have done rather than disrespect a teacher. It’s a mandatory paper but when completed you will get 30 points to your grade. On top you will have a rest of day suspension but you are expected to come back tomorrow. Understand?”

“Yes I understand.” You try to hide your smile.

“Now the rest of you.” He looks at the group of students at his door. “Head back to class. I don’t want anymore problems.”

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The walk to the car was akward and silent. He was never like this. But then again, neither were you.

You hop into the truck and without a word drive off. After a few moments you realize that you are going in the opposite direction of the store.

“Uhm…” you speak up. “Are we not going to the store..?”

“No. I’m dropping you at home then going back.”

“Why?”

“Because what you’ve been doing the past few weeks is not fucking cool!” He yells at you. He’s never yelled at you.

“What do you mean what I’ve been doing? This is the first time we’ve had a fucking problem?!” You snap back.

“Wow? Are you really that fucking blind? You really don’t notice how fucking awful you’ve been?” …

…

Ouch. That one hit a nerve.

“What are you talking about, dude?” You gruff, pretending that didn’t hurt as much as it did.

“The constant fistfights you were in, coming home with new bruises everyday for a week, sneaking someone in my house almost every night, and now fighting with a teacher. And on top of all that hiding a tattoo? Trying to hide from people you know in the store? When the fuck have you ever cared about what anyone thinks?”

“Exactly! I don’t give a fuck that’s why I snapped at the teacher! And you said that someone coming over was fine as long as I’m being safe! And I swear to god if you talk about my arm one more time-“

“No!” He cut you off. “You don’t swear! I’m trying my fucking best to understand and give you the space you need, but you need to fucking remember that I am still taking care of you! I care about you and I genuinely don’t understand what is happening. You need to tell me what is going on! Anytime I try to fucking talk to you, you snap at me and I wanna fucking know why!!”

“Nothing is going on! I haven’t gotten in a fight in weeks! If you want people to stop coming over just fucking say so! And my business is business!”

Just then the truck pulls up to the front gate of the property. Before the truck is even fully stopped you’ve unbuckled the seatbelt and are out the door.

“Wait!” Kevin snarks at you.

You don’t listen and unlock the gate before entering and relocking it beforwrunning to the house gate.

He didn’t follow you.

You’re happy he didn’t.

You didn’t like it when he saw you cry.

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Taglist: @amber-sekio

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[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

Y’all someone totally tried to lock me out of my own account on here😭

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

Me when pookie texts me “gm” and doesn’t write it the fuck out!

[mentally-unstable-hottie13]

⭐️senior year sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x (FEM!)reader

Word count: 2,038

Estimated read time: 10 min

A/N: happy holidays! Merry Christmas! Or even if you don’t celebrate anything here’s a new chapter! Hope you like it!

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Chapter 10

Oh fuuuuccckkkuuughhh

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

OH FUCK.

FFFFFFuuucckkuuugh!’ Henry internally groans it himself.

‘Why the FUCK would I say that? Why the fuck would I ask that!?!?’

Henry’s mind races for any logical explanation for why HE would ever fucking ask YOU that. He stares blankly, looking dead serious. In reality that blank face was out of confusion and slight panic, but that didn’t exactly translate to you.

‘What.

The

Actual

Fuck????’ You also ponder.

‘Does he want to stay because he can’t go home? Is he scared and dosnt want to tell me? I barley fucking know this guy and the little I do know isn’t exactly Good Samaritan behavior.’

Both you and Henry ran miles in your mind to figure out where to go from here. It felt like hours had passed. In reality it was about 5 seconds.

You decide to be the one to break the silence. With a light huff you snap Henry out and begin to speak.

“You can stay. But you have to leave by 5 in the morning…” you can’t find the will to look at him while you blush.

“I uh..thanks?” Henry replies, absolutely baffled.

“Do you need some clothes? I have some pajama pants with a drawstring that should fit you. I think I have a few shirts too.” You rise from the bed and walk over to your closet. As you rummage through the clothes inside Henry shifts nervously on your bed. He didn’t like feeling like this. Henry was never fucking vulnerable. What the fuck were you doing to him? The thought that you were somehow manipulating him pissed him off in ways he couldn’t explain. He began to huff in annoyance as you searched. Not that it affected you. It was Henry being Henry.

You finally found some old plaid pajama pandas and an oversized video game shirt that you hadn’t worn in a long time. You bring the neatly folded clothes to the bed and gently set them down.

“You… uhm.. you can shower for the night if you want to, the bathroom is right next door. If not, I can step out so you can change.” You hoped he didn’t take the kind suggestion wrong.

Spoiler.

He did.

He scoffed and stood from the bed and began undressing right there.

“ Oh my god!” You yelped in surprise and quickly turned around, not only to give him privacy but also to cover the red in your face. “Sorry! I thought you would have warned me! I can go!” You start walking to the door when Henry speaks.

“No need. ‘Mm almost done” he gruffs. You slowly turn to see he has the pants on and is getting his arms into the shirt. This may be wrong to be thinking right now… but holy fuck. Henry is ripped! You wonder if he actually works out or if it's the farm work he does. Either way, it’s working. You didn’t have time to notice last time he was over!

He turns to face you once the shirt is on only to find you staring. He smirks and says “like what ‘ya see” tauntingly.

You scoff and hide your blush. “Har har har. Whatever just get in bed” you say quickly.

Henry does as he’s told but he stays above the covers. You assume he’s going to be like that all night and worry. Sure you don’t want to be under the covers with THE Henry Bowers, but it gets cold in your room. You don’t want him to freeze do you? You sigh and walk back to the closet. Henry looks at your form curiously. ‘Why’s she back in there’ he wonders.

Henry sees you struggling to pull something from a top shelf. As the object releases itself from under other objects you fall back on your ass. Not expecting it to have come loose. Henry laughs, you can’t help but blush again. You get back on your feet and limp back over to the bad. You hand Henry the blanket before cozying up in your own covers.

Henry sat, confused. He knew you probably wouldn’t have let him in the covers, but he seriously wasn’t expecting you to give him a blanket to sleep with. He really didn’t fucking understand you.

You handed him the remote to the tv with a yawn.

“I don’t care what you watch, just keep it low. I’m exhausted.” You muttered as you turned to your side and tried to sleep.

Henry took the remote and flipped through a few channels before looking at you. Was something wrong with you? He had fucking beat you, called you names, humiliated you, terrorized your friends and even tried to steal from your store. And here you were. Allowing him to sleep in your bed and use your tv as you slept beside him? You must be fucking stupid. God, even if you’re knocked out cold, you annoy him.

Henry’s head shot to the right as he heard a sound from your door. He would never admit to the genuine fear that shot through his spine from the sound. At home a sound like that meant Butch was home. He stiffened and tensed as he waited for what was to come. But it wasn’t his dad, it wasn’t Kevin, hell, it wasn’t even human. Henry watched as your weird ass dog scratched his way through the doggy door and padded across your room before hopping on the bed between yours and Henry’s feet. The strange dogs did a few spins before laying down and also knocking out cold.

Henry couldn’t help but snort. Both you and your dog had fallen asleep fast as fuck. To think. Just a few days ago you and your weird fucking dog had hated him. Now here he was in your bed and neither of you batted an eye at him. This was just too damn weird.

He found some random tv channel and set the volume to 3 before splaying out his blanket on top of him and laying down. He doesn't know how he fell asleep so fast. He just remembers his head hitting his pillow then looking at your hair as he tried to match the deep slow breaths you took.

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You woke up first. The smell of old rain, fire, and cigarettes invaded your senses as you awoke. The mixture of smells was so strangely nostalgic. You wanted to bottle up the smell and keep it like a little secret hidden the the deepest parts of your heart. You felt…..warm? You felt much cozier then when you fell asleep? Why was that?

You finally opened your eyes to see black. A familiar black of an old video game shirt you’ve owned since you were 10. That’s when you realized. You were currently laying with your head on Henry’s chest as his arm was under your back.

‘HOW CLICHÉ!’ You internally groaned.

You slowly raised from your laying position and took some time to look at his face. He looks so calm when he sleeps. He has no fear, no anger, no hate. With the way he looked right now you could imagine a version of him that was loving and kind, a boy that did his homework and liked romcoms.

Strangely. You don’t think you cared for that false version of Henry very much. You liked him now, flaws and all. Not that anything would come of this little crush.

You slowly and carefully removed the covers from your body and got up, out of the bed. You walked to the middle of your room where your robe had been discarded to the floor. You picked it up and put it on before walking to the balcony and closing the door behind you so Henry wouldn’t get cold.

You inhaled the fresh morning air. You missed the smell of Henry, but you would always swear that morning air smells different than any other time. It smelled cleaner. It smelled wet almost, like every inhale you took was flooding and cleansing your lungs. Every inhale makes your blood colder. But with how it felt you would gladly die and drown in it.

You turn to head back inside. On the way in you notice your clock.

4:42am

You glance back to Henry. He looks like he’s comfortable, why wake him up?

You gently pick killer from next to Henry’s feet where he’s found sanctuary and carry him down the stairs. About halfway down he woke up in your arms. Damn this dog was heavy. You set him down at the bottom of the stairs and poured him some food. Kevin wasn’t awake until about 5:30, maybe 6 if he was especially tired. He ran the record store. So there was no manager to fire him if he was late. Plus no one was in the store for the first hour or so anyway.

You went to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. You usually did this for Kevin but you thought Henry might like some too. Your coffee maker had this cool heating element that the coffee pot sat on to keep the coffee warm. After setting up the coffee maker you put a couple frozen waffles in the toaster oven and set them to take about 10 minutes to cook.

The waffles and coffee were done pretty fast. A perk of eating out so often is that you never needed to buy any sauce or condiments. You grab 4 little to go cups of syrup and butter and put them on 2 plates with some waffles. You left some waffles in the oven for Kevin and turn the oven to “warm”. You put the 2 plates and 2 cups of coffee on a tray with a little milk and sugar cubes in case he wanted some.

You bring the tray up the stairs and use your hip to open the door, letting killer in with you before using your foot to close the door. You were right on time. As you set the food on the nightstand the 5:00 alarm went off. Henry stirred and grunted in annoyance. You clicked the button on the clock and shut the obnoxious thing off. He sat up and stretched before looking at you. He was obviously not a morning person.

“I know I said you had to leave at 5, but I made you some food. Eat up before you get changed.” You handed him the warm cup.

“Tha’ fuck ya’ do that fore?” He grumbled and rubbed his head.

“I woke up early. Didn’t wanna wake you up by bein in here.” You stated befor handing him his plate.

He looked down at the DIY breakfast waffles and snorted. You had restaurant syrup and butter next to some pre made waffles. Not exactly a homemade meal but who was he to complain. Butch never fucking fed him. Henry either ate old leftovers or whatever ingredients were in the cupboards. This was probably the best meal he’d eaten all week.

You noticed he drank his coffee black. You assumed it was because that how he preferred it, the reality was that black coffee was an appetite suppressant. He wouldn’t be hungry for a while if he drank it black, but he did appreciate that you brought sugar and milk just because he might have wanted some. He finished his food way faster than you. To his utter embarrassment he wanted to leave before Kevin was awake. Last thing Henry needed was that freak seeing him with what he considered his sister.

He faced you as he got dressed. You continued to eat, too tired to be embarrassed. He wasn’t shy, you’d already seen his back, he just didn’t want to fuckin’ display if for you. Just because you’d seen it dosnt mean he was any less uncomfortable about someone seeing.

You’d finished eating about when he was done getting dressed. You stacked the plates and cups in the tray and walked beside him and picked up the pajamas from the floor and threw them in the hamper. You escorted him downstairs and bid him a silent goodbye as he ran across the property and hopped the fence.

While the morning with him was silent, you were happy. You had helped him, even if it was just a little.

Henry was happy too. That was not only the best, stressless sleep he’d had in years, but it was also the nicest thing anyone had done since mom…

Neither of you realized. But you were both changing. None of it made sense, but it was all okay for now.

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⭐️Senior Year Sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM! Reader

Chapter summery: babysitting shenanigans and awkward situations.

Word count: 3,069

Estimated read time: 14 mins

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Chapter 9

Some off brand soda should fix that

You finish both you and Henry’s food and you watch Stella play. He silently chomps down on his second while simultaneously tossing back some chips. This man was a fucking machine when it came to eating, good god.

“Been meanin to ask.” His mumbles from a full mouth snap you out of your judgment. “Who’s kid even is this?” He points to Stella on the playset.

You snort and set down your sandwich. “No idea I picked her up off a shelf at a Walmart.” You state with a completely serious tone and look. It appears Henry didn’t get the joke as his face is nothing but utter confusion. You laugh at the face he’s making and steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder. “I’m kidding dude. One of Kevin’s friends needed some help so he let me take his daughter out for a few hours like they worked. I told her I’d take her shopping and then we would have a ‘picnic’ so she could play.”

“Oh.” Henry replies. No longer confused.

“By the way…. Is your chest ok?” You ask.

“Whaddya mean?”

“Down by the barrens when I beat your ass. I hit you in the chest like 6 times. I didn’t notice any bruises there but I also just might not have realized I made them.”

“It’s fine. You bruised my sternum bone pretty bad but you didn’t cause any skin bruises.”

“And your ribs? I told you to lay off them for a while but here you are. Not doing that.”

“They hurt but I’ll live. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Can you just relax on the killer tendencies for like 2 weeks.” You snort.

“I don’t have ‘killer tendencies’” Henry says defensively.

“Yeah sure.” You joke.

“I fucking don’t! You don’t know anything about me! I sure as fuck don’t have any fucking killer tendencies, bitch!” He begins to yell and stands up.

“Hey! Henry, calm down!” You shout and grab his shoulders. “Stella is watching can you keep it the fuck down!” You whisper yell.

“Fuck you! You think that just because you helped me once you are all high and fuckin mighty? Tellin me what to do an’ shit” he hits your arm away, hard. That doesn't stop you from grabbing his arm again.

“Listen, I'm sorry. I made a joke that wasn’t funny. Please calm down before you hurt yourself. Stella is right there and she likes you, don’t make a fucking scene. I’m sorry.” You basically plead with him. He’s still standing while you remain seated. His face is turned away from you but you can see his breathing soften. All that yelling and huffing probably hurt his chest.

You tug on him just a little to prompt him to sit back down and he does. He sits with his legs turned out from the bench, as if he’s getting ready to run. You sigh and pull a drink from one of the bags and hand it to him. You swear whatever weird relationship you had with him was always taking 2 steps back just as you made a little progress.

The two of you sit there in silence for a few minutes. He sips his drink while you watch Stella play. After a minute you see someone approaching her. What the fuck? You slowly rise as you see the man get closer and closer to her. He begins speaking to her from a few feet away and you sprint out to her. She looks uncomfortable. You run to the opposite side of the playset from where the man is and call for her.

“Stella! Hon it’s time to finish your food!” She looks to you with relief and starts to walk but the man catches the bottom of her sweater.

“You can go over to momma in a minute. We were just talking. Don’t you know it’s impolite to walk away when an adult is talking to you?”

You climb onto the playset and snatch her away from him.

“And don’t you know it’s fucking creepy to talk to little girls by themselves.”

“Hey, no need to make a fuss we were just talking.”

“And what conversation could you have been having with a four year old that’s so fucking interesting you try to keep her away from her mother?” Stella looked up at you with big eyes and you think you said something wrong. But you needed to give the illusion of a stronger bond with her to hopefully keep this freak away.

“I was just asking her about her friends and school. Though she seems to have no manners. You should teach your kid to speak when spoken to.”

“And your mother should have taught you that approaching little girls on a playset is weird.” You try to walk away but just as he had done with Stella. The man grabs you. You try to pull away but you can’t. You set Stella down and she runs off to the opposite side of the playset.

“You should leave.” you hear Henry say in a stern voice. The guy looks to Henry and rolls his eyes before looking back at you getting ready to speak again. This guy had a crazy grip!

“I ain’t see any kids here that could be yours..?” Henry announces. “I also see that you are dressed real fucken dark for such a sunny, warm day. I suggest you leave before we call the cops. You are either all dressed up because had plans or you’ve already been caught by the cops being a fucking preditor once..” At this the man let’s you go and you run to Stella. You kneel in front of her and hold her. The man slowly walks to Henry until they are almost chest to chest.

“What do you think the cops will do? huh? Take me in for questions? Set me out after a couple hours? You know nothing kid.” The man turns away with a disrespectful raise if his hand.

“I do know one thing..” Henry puts his hands in his pockets calmly.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. They sure as fuck won’t recognize you once I’m done smashing your face into metal pole” he point to a big blue metal pipe, holding up the playset. “And by the time they get here I’ll have already killed you. I kindly suggest you leave.”

Henry gives a signature half smile and takes a step closer to him. Without another word the man dressed in black hurriedly leaves the park. Henry climbs on top of the playset and jogs to you and Stella. He kneels down beside you and before he can say anything Stella let’s go of you and hugs him tightly. He looks at you wide eyed and confused before stiffly wrapping his arms around her. Stella cries and Henry looks so absolutely out of his element. He mouths to you ‘take her!’ You shrug and mouth back ‘no!’ And do a hugging motion with your arms to tell him to continue holding her.

You rise to your feet and help Henry up as he holds Stella. All of you get off the playset and wander over back to the picnic table where Stella refuses to let go of Henry even once she’s stopped crying. You clean up and gather all the grocery bags onto the table. A buzz in your pocket startles the silence. You take out your phone and answer.

“Hello?”

“Ey! It’s Doug! Kevin and I are just about done ‘ere. Why don’t you two come on back?”

“Sure thing. We will be there soon.” You hang up the phone and put it back in your pocket. You slowly hold out your arms to Henry as a sign for him to give you Stella. Poor thing. She’s out cold. Nothing really happened but it must have really stressed her out. He hands her to you and you pick up your bags.

“You leavin?” Henry asks.

“Yeah…. Her dad is ready to have her back….. thank you Henry.. for everything.” You hug him from the side with your free arm before you rise from the bench and start walking.

Henry would never admit it. But he really fucking liked that half assed little hug. After a few minutes he also picks up his own groceries and makes his way home. His actions today make him think, as he walked down the dirt road. Henry hated kids. Especially ones way younger then him. He would have never fucking stood up for one. But that little girl was different. She was different because she was with you. You were so kind and loving with her. Henry couldn’t say he didn’t notice how amazing you were with her. And you could say the same for him.

Henry Bowers fucking hated children, but not the ones he took care of with you. In fact, he was almost great at it.

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The walk back to the shop was slow and peaceful. About halfway through Stella had woken up in your arms. She stirred to lucidity and looked at you with her big, beautiful, blue eyes. You looked back down at her and smiled. She looked upset.

“What’s wrong hun?” You ask the girl.

“…you…” she can’t seem to get the words out and hides her face in her curly blonde hair.

“Go on. You can tell me.”

Stella takes a deep breath and looks away. “You..you said you were my mommy….” She looks so sad…

“Oh hun I’m sorry. Was that wrong? I should have explained but I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I…” she sniffs and tears well up in her eyes. “I don’t have a mommy….” Oh no. You confused the poor girl. You stop walking and kneel down to get her on the ground along with the bags and hug her with both arms.

“I’m so so so sorry sweetie. I had no idea.”

She cried into your hair for a few seconds before she whispered into your hair. “Can you be my mommy?” You think your heart just turned to ash.

“Oh sweetie I wish I could but I’m too young to be a mommy.” You hug her as tight as possible. “I’ll always be here though. We can ask your dad to let us have sleepovers, and I h can help you with anything you could ever ask me ok?” You loosen the hug and Stella rubs her nose. You feel so bad for the mistake you made. You position to pick her up again and hand her a bag before picking up the others and walking again. Maybe you should talk to Kevin about this…

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“Honey I’m home!” You shout as usual into the store. You set down Stella and let her run toward her dad as you set all the bags onto the front counter.

“Well hey there princess!” Dough yells to his vivacious daughter as he picks her up and spins her.

“Daddy!” Stella giggles to her dad. “____ took me to the store then we had a pu-pu…?” She tries and fails to say the word. “Pipe-her-nicks!” Her dad giggles at his daughter before correcting her with a simple, short. “You mean picnic.” She nods in affirmation as her dad sets her down.

“There’s a tv in the back room.” Kevin announces and the girl looks giddy. She runs to you and asks a quick “may I have a juice?” You nod and have her a drink before she runs to the back room and shuts the door. Within seconds, all of you can hear the gentle tune of a cartoon's theme song. Doug stares at the door for a few seconds with a gentle smile. He turns to you with that same smile pasted on his face.

“Thanks for taking care of her. She seems to like you.”

“It was no issue she’s an angel”

Kevin joins in from behind the counter. “Anything happen while you were out?”

“…” Kevin takes your silence as an obvious yes.

“____” he says your name in warning. You really didn’t know how to tell her dad. You didn’t know if he’d be mad at you or not.

“Well… there was this guy at the park and I totally took care of it. He wasn’t an issue. It’s just that…” you look dough in the eyes before looking away and to the floor. “To get Stella away from him I sorta…mighta… said I was her mother…?…. I could tell I struck something in her when I said it and she asked me on the way here if..if I would be her momma since she doesn't have one..” you wince as the words come out.

You slowly lift your head to set your eyes on Doug to see that his face has softened and he looks almost sad. He takes a few, slow, gentle steps toward you before embracing you in a passionate hug.

He says gently next to you. “I know I’m just a dad. This is the first kid I’ve ever had, and holy fuck I’m lost. A little girl needs a girl around, she needs someone who’s not her dad sometimes. If it ain’t to much, could you be that for her? I’ll pay you to babysit, just help her grow up into a girl who’s dad didn’t fuck up…she needs a girl like you around.” You start to tear up. You wish you had someone like you when you were growing up. You nod and release Doug from the embrace.

As strange and eventful as the day was, it surely did mean something to you. Maybe this weird ass town was becoming home? Maybe it ain’t so bad here.

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10:57.

Cra-luhnk….

Cra-luhnk….

Cra-luhnk….

Cra-luhnk….

You are snapped from the fantasy world of your mind by a tiny noise coming from your window. You were just reading a story on your phone while some trash tv show played in the background.

You and Kevin had gotten home a few hours ago. Kevin was exhausted as per usual. The pair of you got Chinese take out on the way home. Once you stepped foot in the house Kevin divided up the food then took his meal into his room to eat, then went to bed. While you were in the Chinese place you ordered about 5 extra of everything, each. Neither of you felt like cooking this week, so stocking up seemed like a good idea.

You get up off the bed and over to the window to find the source of the sound.

To absolutely no surprise, Henry Bowers stood below your balcony with a handful of pebbles that he was tossing at your window.

‘How Romeo and Juliet of him.’ You think.

You exit onto your balcony and put a finger up to your lips to show him to be quiet, then point to the direction of the front door. You scurry back into the house and quietly head downstairs and to the front door. You let Henry in and take him by the hand to the kitchen.

“You like Chinese food?” You whisper.

He nods in affirmation. You open the fridge and bend down to the bottom shelf to get out some fried rice, wontons and sweet and sour sauce. Henry couldn’t help but look at your ass as you bent over. God you really did have him wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it.

You pop the food containers in the microwave before putting them on a big wooden tray and walking to your room. Henry follows you with no prompting. Passing killer who was asleep on the couch.

“You can sit on the bed, I have to get something real quick.” You tell him. Henry sits in the bed and you hand him the tray of his food. As you start to walk away he gets comfortable and begins to eat. You go to your closet and bring out a bag from the store you met Henry in today. You walk back to the bed and plant yourself beside Henry and dig into the bag, pulling out a box of candy.

You pick up the remote to the tv and find some random movie to watch while you two eat. The silence is comfortable. For a while.

Finally after you finish the box of candy, to toss it off the side of your bed and look at Henry who idea still eating.

“Why are you here, Henry?”

He stops eating for a second before grunting and taking another bite.

“I thought you said we weren’t friends. I’m pretty sure enemies aren’t hanging out at each other's houses every night.”

Henry again, stops mid chew and says quickly “I didn’t wanna be home with my dad”. While that was technically the truth. It wasn’t the reason he was here. He could have locked himself in his room or gone to the store or belch’s to pass time until he knew his dad was home and asleep. He wanted to see you. He knew he was the only one who ever got to see the real you. He liked that thought. But he also knew you wouldn’t tell anyone he was ever here.

His answer immediately shut you down. “A…are you feeling ok?” You asked almost shyly.

“I’m fine just fucking exhausted.” You perk up.

“Oh well in that case….” You lean down the side of the bed to pick up the bag from the floor and pull out a bottle. “Some off brand soda outta fix that.” You say with a big smile on your face.

Oh my god, how Henry has grown to love that stupid fucking smile.

He stares at your lips as your smile softens and you look down to the bottle in your lap and begin to attempt taking off the lid. He dosnt miss the way your tounge slightly pokes out of the side of your mouth like a cartoon character while you tug really hard at the soda cap. You had this man so utterly whipped. And here you were adorable and oblivious.

You finally got the cap off and retrieved an empty cup you had only used for water a little less than an hour ago from the nightstand. You pour his drink and turn to hand it to him. As you meet his eyes you both realize just how close you two are. You slightly blush and look away.., but he doesn't. Henry keeps his eyes on you in the silence. Right as you open your mouth to speak (in hopes to cut the weird tension) Henry cuts you off by blurting out….

“Can I stay the night?”

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Chapter 10 here

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⭐️senior year sucks⭐️

Henry Bowers x FEM!Reader

Chapter 1 here

Chapter summery: you have a hard conversation with Kevin. You meet a new friend and she’s so easy to love. You have a little run in with Henry.

Word count: 2,854

Estimated read time: 13 minutes

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Chapter 8

The babysitter and the psycho

You and Bev stopped dancing a few minutes ago. You now laid wait for Kevin to come pick you up and the losers rode off homeward on their bikes. Kevin was late. Strange. He was usually always on time. The front of the school was slowly bidding goodbye to students as you waited. Until only you and maybe 5 others were left standing.

The Bowers gang was still watching you. You felt eyes on you and could totally guess who it was, but didn’t feel like turning around. You park yourself onto a bench in front of the oncoming cars lane that headed into the student parking. Fuck. You really don’t wanna be here alone with them looking at you. You sigh heavily and take your headphones out of your bag. You connect them to your phone and put on some music.

Henry stood watching. The guys didn’t notice his little obsession with you yet. And they wouldn’t, they were morons. He watched the way your hair wisped in the gentle breeze. You were listening to something in your headphones. Maybe he should go to your work after belch dropped the other guys home. He had to go shopping in town for some shit for his dad then walk home. Why not check out the record store while he was out?

While Henry was zoned out Kevin had pulled in front of you. You quickly hopped in the truck with him and shut the door. To exit the school entrance road Kevin flipped a (very illegal) bitch and went down the exit road with no problem. When Henry came to, you were gone. He wrinkled his eyes in confusion. Quickly after you left the boys were ready to go too. Stop list was Patrick, Vic, then Belch would drop Henry at the store on his way home,

Kevin and you were currently in the truck waiting for a green light. You bent at the hips to grab your clothes from your bag in the passenger floor. The seatbelt did you no favors as you got dressed in the truck. Your top was fine today. You just needed to put on your jeans and put your hair up. Because your skirt was so long you were able to take off your undershorts and put on your jeans without having to let Kevin see your underwear. Not that it would be a problem. You grew up with him. You’ve gotten dressed in the same room. What real best friends haven’t?

Once the jeans are on you slide the dirty skirt off and toss it behind your seat. Kevin side eyes you.

“Why’s yer skirt so dirty?”

You try to quickly think of an excuse that he’ll believe.

“My friend gave me a ride to get some food on his bike and we fell.” You explain. It’s not exactly a lie. It’s just missing a couple key parts. He looks skeptical.

“I worry about you sometimes, kid.”

“No need to, I’m fine.”

“… you’re doing okay here. Right? You made friends? People aren’t bothering you?”

“Kevin, I'm fine. I made friends, you saw them this morning. No one is bothering me. It’s just highschool kids being highschool kids, they roughhouse and fuck with each other a little bit. I’m not gonna die.”

“If that’s the case why are you still hiding your arm? Monsoons are over soon. It’s gonna get hotter then balls. You won’t be able to hide it.”

“I hide it more because of the town then the people. I don’t want to be the only one walking around with a big fucking target that says ‘look at me! Look at me!’” You were beginning to get frustrated with this conversation.

“So why not show it now? You’re already the center of attention because you are new. Why not show the arm and let people get used to it? They’ll stop looking at you eventually. Let them know you. Be the nice girl with the tattoo that everyone in town knows. Don’t sit with your fuckin tail between your legs. They’ll get used to you. They did it with me.”

“Did they though?” You didn’t mean to snap. This conversation was just so frustrating. You didn’t want to hide but you didn’t want to fuck up what you had. Right now things are fine. Yes some people suck, but you would rather just some teenage boys suck than everyone in town suck. “It doesn’t look like anyone is used to you from what I hear.” ….

Oh shit.

“What do you hear?…”

“Uh…nothing. Sorry…. I’m being dramatic. I’m sorry….” You look at your shoes on the floor. He probably knows what people call him. Especially now that you are here. Creepy. Freak. Weirdo from the record store. He’s kind. But the children here are cruel. He gets along just fine with all the adults that come into the store. But to all the kids and their judgemental ass parents, he’s creepy. He’s never ever been creepy. He’s just…. Different. A tall, objectively attractive man, covered in tattoos with no wife in sight suddenly has a barely legal girl living in his home. People talk. And around towns like this, talk moves fast. Kids just wanted something to talk about. But that dosnt mean it won’t hurt Kevin’s feelings. He may be grown but he thinks just like a teenager does, he's emotional, caring, sensitive. You feel bad for hurting him.

“Iss fine.” He mumbles.

“You know what…?” You try to say kindly.

“Hmm?”

“How about you pull up here.” You point to a fast food restaurant. “Get some nasty ass burgers and ice cream? Last one in pays?” That evokes a smile from him. There he was.

“….fine. You’re on, loser.” He speeds into the parking lot and the both of you unbuckle your seatbelts and put your hands on your door handle.

You count.

“1.”

“2.”

“…3!” You yell. You open your door and then quickly press the lock all button on your door. It didn’t slow him down much but it did give you a few seconds to get out and start running. He catches up and pushes you into some bushes decorating the front of the restaurant. Safe to say you lost.

You two got the food and left. Onward! To the store! The two of you unlocked the store and set up to re-open. The routine is so easy to fall into. You sit front desk, Kevin organizes, some days you’ll switch, but since you only just started working you haven’t yet. You don’t feel like playing the guitar today. You just want to listen to music while you sit.

No real time passes before someone enters. A younger man, but older than you. About Kevin’s age maybe? He comes in with a little girl hiding behind his leg slightly peeking out behind him.

“Ey Kevin! Get yer ass in ere’!” The man yells and you jump a little.

Kevin walks onto the floor from the back room and smiles at the man. “Doug!” He yells happily as they fist bump. “When did you get back in town?” Kevin asks.

Doug sighs and rubs his head. “A few days ago but we have been so busy. Haven’t we Stella?” He looks down to the little girl and she hides a little more as she stares at you.

“I hear that” Kevin replies.

“And this must be the famous new girl?” Doug says giving you a wave.

“Oh shit” Kevin laughs as he swears. “Doug this is my friend. ____ this Doug and his daughter Stella.”

“Hi there!” You wave kindly and smile at the little girl.

“I came by to discuss renovations along with some gig I may need ya for.” Doug sighs at Kevin.

“No problem man, ____ why don’t you and Stella hang out?” Kevin looks to you.

“Only if it’s okay with her dad.” You comment.

“Go ahead. She could use a friend.” Doug laughs and Stella blushes of embarrassment.

You come out from around the counter and walk over. You bend down in front of Stella and offer her a smile then crinkle your eyes.

“What do you say to some shopping?” You offer. As if a light illuminates her face, she beams a big childish smile and your heart warms. You wave goodbye to Kevin and Doug and take hold of Stella’s hand as you begin your adventure to the store on foot.

She was little. A cute little girl with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. She reminds you of Shirley Temple.

“So Stella.” You begin. “How old are you?” You look down at her as answers.

“Four.”

“Wow! Four! That’s so big! You are so old now. You must have dentures and gross Carmel candies weighing you down girl!” You exhaderrated.

She laughs. “Noooo~! I’m only four! I’m not growed up yet.”

“You aren’t?! But I swear I saw you in the nursing home harassing nurses for an extra blanket while you knit!”

She laughs again. Her laugh is so happy and childish you can’t help but laugh too. After a while she tells you her arm hurts from holding it up to hold your hand. You decide to pick her up and carry her to the store.

It was only a few more minutes away.

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You and Stella got to the store a few steps ago. She was so light you carried her on your hip like a baby with little to no issue. To make her laugh you pretend you were a wizard making the automatic doors open. She bursts out in a fit of giggles. She was so easy to make laugh.

“You want down?” You look to her and ask.

“….noo.. I like it here…” she whined embarrassed. You smiled and picked up a little basket before handing it to her.

“Hold this. Tell me if it gets to heavy.”

She nods in understanding and the pair of you begin to shop for nothing in particular. You were on a mission toward the candy isle when you turned a corner and bumped into a brick wall. Luckily with the way you were turning Stella wasn’t hurt but dear god who put that wall there? You open your eyes when you retrieve the breath that was viciously knocked from your chest. It looks as if the wall was doing the same. Henry Bowers. Of course.

You couldn’t escape him.

“Fuckin watch iiii-……” Henry trailed off when he noticed you. You…and a little girl on your hip who looked scared of him as she hid her face in your hair. He trailed his eyes back up to yours and you looked pissed. You huff and walk around him without a word. If he told you that he was confused on why you acted like that, you would laugh in his face. He treats you like shit. Throws a cigarette at you. Almost runs you over, and now that he wants to be all fucking friendly, he’s confused? This guy is something else.

He follows you and you try to ignore him and focus on Stella. “Here.” You say. Handing Stella some animal crackers to put in her basket. “Do you want any candy hun?” Stella nods frantically and sets her eyes on something. You set her down to let her go get what she wanted and follow her. Halfway to her an arm gently slides around your waist to stop you.

“Why did you walk away?”

You click your tongue in annoyance. How the fuck does he not understand.

“Gee I don’t know Henry. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you tried to run me over then told me to and I quote “stay the fuck out of my town’.” You hiss in a mock thinking voice.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” He grunts.

“Yeah I’m sure. And you totally didn’t throw a lit cigarette at me either?” You laugh from how utterly preposterous that sounds. “Look I’m busy, leave me alone.” With that you turn and walk toward Stella. But he didn’t leave you alone. He followed you to her and before you stop in front of her, he beats you there and crouched to her level.

“Henry, stop it.” You huff.

He ignores you completely. “What’s your name?” He asks the blonde little girl. Her cheeks redden in embarrassment and she looks at you. You nod letting her know she can answer.

“S…Stella.” She answers then runs around him to hide behind your legs. He looked up at you and smiled. He gently takes the basket from Stella and stands. Henry wanders back to the candy as if he himself is shopping. He dramatically scratches his head with one finger to feign stupidity.

“Stella, can you help me pick one out? I don’t really eat sugar so I have no idea.” Oh my god. he’s trying to get to you through the kid you are watching? What a psycho.

Her shyness dissipates and she stops hiding behind you. She meekly walks to him and starts pointing to a few things she likes. Henry picks up the few bags she points at and drops them in her basket. He looks bsck to you with expectation as the 2 slowly begin walking to the check out line. You let out a dramatic groan and lightly jog to pick Stella up.

At the checkout line Henry and Stella mix both of their items and the cashier scans everything y’all got and a says the total.

Fuck. You were 10$ short. You weren’t expecting to pay for Henry too. You look around at the items and start asking the cashier to take off your snacks and drink. Before you could even get a word out Henry pulls out all the money in his wallet and pays. The casheir takes the money with an obnoxious pop of her gum. Henry picks up all the bags. Stella follows him out the door while you tail behind them, sulking.

You all saunter out of the store and Stella looks at you like she has a question.

“Yes hon?” You prompt her.

“Can I walk ahead to the spot? I wanna get there first before anyone else!” She explained. You had told her before you got to the store that you would have a picnic with her by the park playground so when she was done eating she could play while you watched her.

You smile kindly. “How about you walk just a little ahead of us. Not too far, but you’ll get there first. Maybe… 6 feet ahead of us.” You negotiate.

She nods with determination and starts to walk with purpose. You giggle gently and follow her. A couple minutes into walking, you look at Henry. He’s still walking with you. He’s not talking or anything. Just still walking.

“Why are you still here Henry?” You say, hushed so Stella won't. hear from not too far ahead

“…I wanted to talk to you…”

“What about?” You ask with a feigned indifference, almost bored voice.

“…I didn’t mean to throw my cig at you..it really was just for Mike.”

Is this his idea of an apology? It’s a pretty shitty one if it is.

“I don’t believe you.” You state stubbornly. Henry looks to you and your eyes meet. He tries to say something but you hold your hand up. “But I also don’t have to believe you for something to be true. You could have really not thought about me while you did any of that. And I still not believe you. At the end of the day I was still involved.”

He looks confused.

You put your eyes back on Stella and continue walking. “You told me last night that we weren’t friends and I understood that. But friends or not I won’t let you go around terrorizing my friends for no fucking reason. You either are targeting me with them. Or you target none of us. I’m not a fucking bystander. If you fuck with them with your little raggedy ass friends I have every right to push back. Whether you are nice to me in private or not.”

Henry blinked at you. You were right. There was no room for arguing, he understood everything you said. He couldn’t explain that you were different, because in literally every category you weren’t. The two of you continued on silently to the park with Stella. Henry opted for a more secluded bench where you could still see Stella but no one could really see you. You knew it was because he didn’t want to be seen with you. You couldn’t help it when that realization shot sorrow and insecurity down your spine.

You, Stella and Henry sit down at a park bench and table and you spread out all the food and snacks. Stella had the most adorable smile on her face. You made all of her food first before you even touched yours and Henry’s food. As fast as she sat down, she ate half her sandwich and went to play. You begin on Henry’s while he silently watches over her on the playground to make sure she’s okay while you are destracted.

This was nice. You couldn’t think of one word to explain it. It was… cozy, warm, and weirdly peaceful. A kid, a babysitter and a psycho. Who could think of a better Friday afternoon?

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