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yandere-toons · 1 year

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HENRY BOWERS

Platonic & Romantic Headcanons – Yandere

WARNING: child abuse and neglect, strong violence, bullying, implied alcoholism, reference to divorce, emotional abuse.

PLATONIC:

As soon as his father drinks himself into unconsciousness or throws him out the door, Henry stalks down the street to where he thinks his friend might be. Explaining nothing of his sullen demeanour, he places himself in the middle of whatever they are doing, dragging them into a more private area if their current activity is too public or not to his liking. From there, the hope is that his friend will act in a way that comforts him without him having to ask for it and risk further humiliation.

There are two possible outcomes here, depending on how his friend treats him and who else gets involved. If they accept his presence without prying, Henry will shut down and remain silent for a while, riding out the emotional storm around someone he now has a reasonable chance of trusting. If they stonewall him or others interrupt, Henry will revert to his hostile bully persona and never mention the event again, as it has become a new source of shame for him.

Henry reveals a watered-down version of the truth when pressed for answers, but even then, he refuses to tell the whole story out of a desire not to relive it, not to be seen as a whiner, and not to show how profoundly it has affected him. After all, a history of cruel reactions from his father and the small-town mentality of Derry have taught him that emotional vulnerability is a dangerous mistake of the stupid and weak.

Despite this, it becomes increasingly clear that Henry is stalling for time when the subject of going home creeps up on him. He would much rather stay out all day and night with his friend and the gang, cruising town with Belch at the wheel, forgetting what awaits him when he sets foot on the family farm. But Henry knows only too well that Butch's wrath will double if he has to go looking for him.

Henry will threaten and, if sufficiently provoked, maim anyone who shows an interest in his friend. His worldview is more than a little misanthropic, as his good memories are few and far between, and his father and the community at large have taught him to hate anyone who challenges his idea of the norm. As such, he sees this as a favour to his friend, ridding them of all the scumbags who would inevitably trap them in an unwanted relationship.

But deeper down, in the places that have never quite healed, the places he never talks about, Henry is afraid of powerlessness. He despises the thought that his friend would abandon him because of someone else, as his mother did, so he does not give them that option. Anyone who tries to plant the idea in their head that they should cut ties with him, or worse, leave town, he beats as if it might save his life.

As far as Henry is concerned, no one offers a better source of companionship than he. He is fond of yelling this supposed fact and more at his friend when they refuse to drop everything and join him at a moment's notice. Seeing this as an affront to his authority as well as a personal insult, Henry cannot take it, especially when it happens in front of people, and tries to hector them into submission.

If any of Henry's accomplices disagree with his methods, none will be too honest about it. Henry displays an unabashed willingness to hurt anyone and everyone who comes between him and his friend. Other bullies have required stitches courtesy of Henry and learned to turn tail at the sight of him or them, and the last concerned citizen to intervene was left with a concussion.

Although Henry is a little more lenient with his gang, he still has rules about what kind of interactions are acceptable. Some of these rules go unspoken until one of the other boys crosses a line he did not know had been drawn. On the first day, Patrick Hockstetter lost his right to be alone with Henry's friend and incurred a death threat from Henry after Patrick made advances towards them and asked if they would like to share Henry with him.

Spending time with other people sounds like a waste of energy to Henry, but spending time with the Losers is so inexcusable that he expresses it in the only language he knows: violence. His need to anticipate his father's unstable emotions has made him sensitive to any sign of displeasure in others, which Henry receives in abundance from one of the Losers, Richie Tozier. Tozier calls him an obsessive freak when he cuts one of the kids for staring at his friend.

ROMANTIC:

His only frame of reference is his parents' disastrous marriage, now separated, and the couples at school he enjoys breaking up with shoves and jibes. Henry can be demanding in everything he asks of his partner, putting them in the untenable position of bearing the brunt of his emotional hunger. It is an overwhelming and confused mess of mixed signals and frustration that has built up over years.

Much of Henry's attention-seeking behaviour and unpredictable aggression stems from the fact that he is both ashamed of his struggles and less and less successful at repressing them. When he still tries, it manifests itself in violent outbursts and, in the context of this relationship, defensive anger when his partner does not immediately and completely fulfil his needs.

There are few things Henry would hate more than being compared to his father, so he refrains from using this level of violence with his partner. However, he retains a distinct bullheadedness in the many arguments that do break out, usually over Henry's desire for them to give up any part of their life that distracts from him.

Under no circumstances is Butch to know that Henry has a partner, let alone meet them. He would rather die than have them see what a so-called coward he becomes around his father, and the thought of them being caught in the crossfire of one of his father's explosions makes him want to stick the knife in Butch's throat a little sooner.

At the first sign of Butch's approach, Henry pulls away from his partner and tells them that if things get heated, they should go with Victor and wait for him at a distance. Victor is disturbed by Henry's extreme view of the relationship but is wise enough not to say so to his face.

Watching his partner suffer abuse at the hands of a family member ignites a rage in Henry that stems from his unfulfilled desire to take revenge on his father. He flashes back to when Butch similarly hurt him, reopening the last wound he tried to numb by avoiding his home and seeking out his partner. Every punch Henry lands, every slash with the knife, is almost like getting back at his father for all the scars he gave him.

Henry refuses to feel remorse for those he attacks, as Butch would never apologise for the damage he inflicts and once even rewarded Henry for his violent actions. After making his partner drop a science project in the hallway, the child he forced to eat dirt had it coming. The classmate who sat next to his partner at lunch - a seat reserved for Henry, regardless of whether anyone else knows it or whether he feels like taking it that day - deserved to be thrown to the floor and humiliated in a way that will haunt them forever.

Competition, real or imagined, is unforgivable and will be met with swift, if not disproportionate, retaliation. The first line of defence is a barrage of verbal abuse, escalating to physical assault unless the pest flees the scene and swears an oath never to speak to his partner again. From there, Henry will order his cohorts to hold the person still while he carves, stones, drowns and breaks whatever he finds most offensive.

Part of a community that frowns upon physical closeness between friends, Henry seeks in this relationship the emotional intimacy and affection that his father never provided. He denies having such needs when anyone suggests otherwise, insisting that he only stays with his partner for superficial reasons and would not miss them if they were to disappear one day.

Despite his claims of indifference, Henry displays a violent resentment towards those who befriend his partner, perceiving these individuals as a threat to his importance in their life. This fear speaks to his underlying insecurity of not being in control, the same insecurity that drives him to suspect the worst in people and defend or assert himself accordingly.

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horror130 · 1 month

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having Henry Bowers and Vance Hopper obsessed with you would include

" One,two,Daddy is coming for you. Three,four,knocking down your door."- Henry Bowers

“If his filthy hands touch you again, I will kill him!!.”- Vance hopper

💢 You must be a very special and very unlucky person to have these two sociopaths "in love" with you.

💢 You can forget about your social life, since because of Vance's overprotectiveness and Henry's possessiveness, they won't let anyone be close to you, not even your family.

💢 As you can imagine, these two are not at all willing to share you, so you can expect Henry and Vance to fight over you every day, with Henry starting most of the fights since Vance only fights if provoked.

💢 Henry likes to push Vance when he is about to beat the pinball record so that he loses, the last time Henry did this, Grab N'Go ended up completely destroyed.

💢 As much as Vance and Henry hate each other, if they see someone paying too much attention to you, they will join forces and send this MF to hell, but then they become mortal enemies again.

💢 Being in the middle of Vance and Henry's fights can be very annoying and irritating, because they will scream insults at each other while you are in the middle trying to hold your hands over your ear trying to muffle their screams, sometimes they literally have a tug of war with YOU!, but sometimes you can take advantage of their fights to escape.

💢 I imagine you being on a (forced) date with one of them, only for the other to take you (forcibly too) out of that date, just imagine that you and Henry on a date, in the beginning Henry is paying full attention to you, but he you end up getting distracted for a few seconds and when he looks back at you, you've disappeared without a trace, while Henry is confused and pissed as hell and wondering where the hell you are, Vance is holding on tightly (but not to the point of hurting) you hand and taking you to Grab'N Go so you can watch him play pinball.

💢 You can be sure that at some point the two of them would no longer be able to stand each other, and they would literally start a war, and the last one standing would be with you, one of them would die or both of them would kill each other, one or the other, (maybe just Maybe you can stop these two from killing each other).

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yanderefantasies · 1 year

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Please i am begging

Yandere bowers gang x small male reader

Pls it'd be so cuteeeee

Yah for sure

So much teasing going around it’s almost impossible to keep up with it.

Patrick and Reggie are the tallest in their gang, Victor being the shortest, and Henry being somewhere in the middle. But that doesn’t mean that Victor is short- he’s just not as tall as the other three. He’s still a pretty big dude though(seriously what do they feed these guys-)

Patrick, being a little shit- is the most obnoxious tease outta all of em. He threatens to pick you up a lot, makes the stereotypical “how’s the weather down there” joke, uses your head as an armrest- the whole thing.

Reggie is the embodiment of “oh you almost knocked me over pookie- my bad”

Henry. Is not as vocal as Patrick is. But still makes subtle gestures to tease you every now and then, same with Victor actually.

Though Victor is more on the worried side than teasing- he’d hate it if you got made fun of at all.

Speaking of- the gang refuses to let you get made fun of by anyone else. Whether it’s just light poking fun or not- the only ones allowed to mess with you is them.

If anyone were to genuinely hurt your feelings? That person is the new main target of their bullying. And no way in hell are they lettin them get outta it easy- only if you were to specifically tell them to stop

Vv protective but also a little hypocritical

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Henry Creel (2/9)

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*Edited.

In the moments as I was shoving clothes and memorabilia in my former high school backpack - which was rather small, mind you -, my thoughts turned to my mother. She’d never believe me and would just shorten the length of time I had to escape. And if I left her here, would the ‘captors’ take her in my place? Would she get killed?

But I was in love with Henry. He knew what he was talking about. And at the end of the day, I envisioned a future with him, even if I wasn’t entirely sure I wasn’t just insane.

I swung open the bedroom door, and I heard my mother gasp from her bedroom, the door half-open as she prepared herself for sleep. I hadn’t even changed my clothes, instead having done nothing but pulled on socks and the hiking boots buried in my closet. I was already panting in disarray, so baffled at my own actions but still set in my ways.

“Y/n! Baby, what are you doing? What’s wrong? Are you going somewhere?” my mother exclaimed, dashing out the door and quickly trailing behind me.

She attempted to grab me before I descended the steps, but I had to stay silent. Otherwise, I knew I’d sound insane. She’d never believe me after the diagnosis the psychiatrist gave me. And they could be here any moment. She kept clawing at me, and I kept tearing away. I could hear confused sobs escaping her lips.

As I made it to the entrance, she finally caught me. Her arms wrapped around my waist in a tight, unmoving grip. “Y/n, dear, calm down! You didn’t take your pills, did you?”

I kept trying to struggle free, gritting my teeth as stressful, mourning tears rushing down my cheeks. “Mom, I took the medicine! And Henry, h - he reached me anyways! I know it sounds insane, but he’s real, mom. And you have to let go because his captors are coming to kill us as we speak —!”

“Baby, shush! Are you even listening to what you’re saying? J - just calm down and we can talk about it.”

Her sobs echoed in my ears and I took a moment. What I was saying was insane. I believed it whole-heartedly, and yet, in my many months of researching, I never found anything that indicated any possibilities of what Henry displayed. I couldn’t help myself, though. It was so real.

“I - I can’t, mom. We’re in danger. Please, we need to go. Can we at least drive somewhere else and then talk —“

“Honey, he’s not real. None of it is. It’s just that your medicine didn’t work, or maybe you hallucinated taking it.”

My struggling ceased. My mother was panting from trying so hard to restrain me, and I paused in thought. I didn’t want to hurt her in any way, but I would need to if she kept holding onto me. I sucked in a final breath, and I croaked,” Mom, please. Believe me, if only enough to get out of the house. I - I know it sounds crazy, but it’s the truth. And we’re in danger.”

I heard her hiccup sadly and her grasp around me loosened. I slipped out, but instead of going for the door while I had the chance, I turned to her and hugged her tightly. She returned it whole-heartedly and I felt so very sad. She was sobbing into my shoulder incoherently, and I could but listen.

I loved Henry, but my mother was still the keystone of my life. If anything happened to her, I’d feel so very awful. And I was certain she was on the verge of being convinced to run with me, if only for —

A knock sounded on the door. My mother froze, and I immediately pulled away. I grabbed her shoulders and steeled my expression. I refused to speak and my mother’s mouth was agape. I whispered quietly to her,” We need to go. It’s them.”

My mother’s brows furrowed, and I thought she would disagree, but she gulped. “Can I just… See who’s there?”

I shook my head, but she didn’t listen. I watched in despair as she raised her head to the small peephole. She gasped, turning back to me, and that was enough to convince me of Henry’s existence. He was real. But so were they. And we were about to die if we didn’t get out.

Just as my mother stepped away from the door unsurely, a crash echoed from the other side of the house. Our back door had seemingly been dismantled, and horror dawned on me. They had us cornered, and those precious moments I spent hugging my mother could’ve been the last chance to escape.

My mother grabbed me and ushered me upstairs. I followed suit, but we heard thudding footsteps echo the large - and very old - home. A scream bubbled in my throat as we made it to the top of the steps, but the front door burst down, too. My mother was even more startled than I was, and we locked ourselves into her room.

Right away, I reached for the sheets. My mother was having a panic attack, and that left me to try and figure things out. However, as I threw open a window, I lurched back as I saw a man drenched in a black outfit, a sniper gun pointed toward us. The entire home had been surrounded, and a sob released.

Suddenly, all movements ceased. The strangers had us surrounded by all means. And then, a knock sounded from the bedroom door. My mother and I both turned toward it waiting for anything more.

“Y/n L/n. Please open the door. We just need to talk.”

There was a long pause as my mind churned. They were waiting.

And then I mustered,” W - who are you and what are you doing to Henry?”

Silence again. “I am Doctor Brenner. I believe you are referring to One. He is a worker at our facility for gifted minds. I am the manager of this facility. We prioritize security and One has been directly violating these terms. Please, open the door and I can answer more of your questions. I would hate to force my hand on you and your mother.”

My mother, desperate and confused, opened the door without question. I was terrified, and yet, there was something so odd about the man who was the ‘manager.’ He was adorning an untouched suit, adorned a friendly smile and looked to be in his sixties. He was surrounded with people who could’ve been swat members, but clearly weren’t because usually they had badges. They were so secretive.

I opened my mouth as he raised his hand. I almost followed, thinking he was planning to wave, but a man with a gun pulled the trigger. A scream tore at my throat as chaos ensued. My mother’s body, lifeless and spewing blood, fell to the ground.

I was paralyzed in place as more bodyguards rushed in. I thought I was next, but instead, I was grabbed. Something stung at my throat as I attempted to struggle with what awareness I had. And almost immediately, darkness clouded my vision.

~~~

“…See? This is what your disobedience has done, One. You forced the fatality of her mother and almost your… lover. However, out of the kindness of my heart, I have brought her here. You two will work together. She will become a part of our family.”

“Papa, please. She’s done nothing wrong. I read her thoughts. She thought I wasn’t real. You could have just punished me —!”

“Do not raise your voice at me, One. I do not want to punish you further - Ah. It seems she is waking up.”

I finally forced my eyes to open, and yet, I had to blink say the brightness. Shining down on my was a lamp, and everything else seemed dark. The overhead lights were dim. I tried tilting my head, only to realize it hurt like hell. My fingers twitched and I wanted to speak, but my mouth was too dry.

Suddenly, the same man from before walked into view. He loomed over the tilted hospital bed I was in, and terror ran through my bones. I tried to sit up, only to yelp loudly. My entire body was strapped to it and tears immediately escaped as the memories came flooding back.

Henry was real. But now, I was wishing he wasn’t. None of this should be real.

“I apologize for the abrupt travels,” the man chuckled, a polite smile stretching across his wrinkled face. “I know you will fit in well. I have reviewed your records and you have just the right personality to get along with the children.”

I furrowed my brows. I went to speak, but all I could do was croak. The man peered over his shoulder. Suddenly, all my fear dissolved and I was but stunned. Still bruised and frail, was Henry. He looked so very sad, though. We made eye contact, and all I could see was regret as he frowned deeply. Within his hands, the knuckles torn, was a glass of water. The man stepped away and Henry’s hand slipped underneath my back.

“H - Henry,” I gasped.

“You will not refer to him by name now,” Doctor Brenner explained calmly. “The guards, for their safety, do not have names. That includes your own. Your life is about to change for the better now.”

His words made my vision go blurry, but Henry helped me sit up further and pressed the glass to my lips. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, and I wanted so badly for some reassurance. To hear his silky, beautiful voice. The feel his fingers intertwined with mine. And yet, after I greedily gulped the water down, his warmth departed. He returned to his spot against the wall, a door right next to him. We maintained eye contact, and I could tell he felt so guilty.

It wasn’t his fault, though.

“Now. You will take a day to recover and then you will start training,” the man continued. “Here, you will address me as ‘Papa.’ I am your family now, just as much as everyone else’s. You will not speak unless spoken to or you are aiding one of the children. You are about to become a part of history, now. I have offered you this opportunity out of the kindness of my heart, unless if you wish to meet the same fate as your mother. Do you understand?”

“I - I…”

“Do you understand?”

I made eye contact once more with a very anxious Henry. He nodded, jaw clenched. He was pleading with me to make the right decision.

I could only hope we could talk at some point. I don’t know what I could do without Henry.

“Y - yes.”

“Not quite right.”

“Yes, Papa…”

The man broke out into an even wider smile and he nodded courteously. He glanced between us two and sighed. “Now, I must return to work. You ned to as well. However, I realize our new addition to the family needs time to settle down, so perhaps you can help her, yes? Be back to your shift in half an hour.”

I noticed he no longer addressed him as One. It made me so very startled. Had I really been robbed of my entire livelihood, and even my name?

And yet, as Henry walked up to me, all my fright faded. The moment the ‘doctor’ left, Henry rushed to my side, the tears suddenly releasing, despite his best efforts. As he stood by my bedside, I reached to him. His head lowered as he unlocked the arm restraints and nothing else.

The second I was able to, I moved my hands to his cheeks. Tears also slid down. Everything was so numbing. I had lost everything. And yet, I found Henry. He looked so pained and not just physically. I bright his head closer, hands gentle as they cupped his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, my dear,” he croaked, entire body trembling. “I could never live without you, but I never thought that bas - he would take you here. I never wanted you in this hell.”

I was mourning. My entire life. And yet, as Henry buckled to his knees, I twisted my body so I could pull his forehead to mine. For the first time, I really was feeling his warm breath against mine. My fingers were touching his flesh. Even if I was in hell, I was with the man I had come to be madly in love with.

“At least I am with you, my love,” I cried softly, cherishing the feeling of his forehead against mine. I nuzzled my nose against his and carefully wiped his tears, not wanting to hurt him. “I truly thought you weren’t real.”

“It would be better if we never met,” he sighed. “And because of my carelessness…”

I hushed him and he fell silent. His hands reached out and gripped onto the hospital gown I adorned. I would soon wear something similar to what he had, I realized, and my entire personality would be robbed from me. But Henry was not. Henry was here, and that was enough in this numbed state of being.

“We can find a way to —“

He hushed me urgently, yes opening and boring into mine. They were so beautiful, even when shrouded with a cloud of tears. “We must not speak about the past so openly.”

“But we are…”

He grabbed my jaw carefully and tilted my head past him. I wanted to close to distance again, but then my age fell on the security camera. I watched in a daze as Henry pressed a careful kiss onto my cheek. It was prolonged, but I was unsure if I could tilt my head and feel his lips against mine.

However, he guided my head back and peppered kisses until we kissed. It was sizzling with unbridled passion. Just to have him in front of me was almost enough. But I wanted so much more. To feel so much more now that I was truly with him. But with how things had turned out, I knew that seemed to be impossible.

As the kiss ended, me pulling back, his lips chased mine out of instinct. Both of our eyes fluttered open and we gazed loving into one another’s depressed orbs. My heart beat erratically in my chest and my head felt fuzzy. None of this seemed real. Perhaps I would wake up and find myself dead or in the hospital and none of this was real.

My mother would be alive. I had a home and a name and an identity to return to.

Here, I was in hell. But at least I was in hell with Henry, the love of my life.

“The bathrooms,” Henry muttered fondly. “There’s never cameras there. And… it will be easier to see you at night. You are close. It may be a while, but… You and I - Just follow the rules, a - and things will be okay. I’ll keep you safe, no matter what, my dear.”

“I love you, Henry. So, so much. Never leave me,” I sighed, a smile twitching.

“I would rather die than leave you, my love,” he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “And if you had died… There would be no reason to live. I love you too much. In reality, I would have gone insane without seeing you at night. You, Y/n, are the only perfect thing in this wretched world.”

“Oh, Henry,” I cooed affectionately, chuckling dryly. “Life can be beautiful. When we… you know… we will be happy. Why, I have dreamt so many times of being with you. Eating ice cream in a parlor, watching television together at dinner, getting… married…”

My cheeks flushed at the last remark, and Henry chuckled lowly, humming in satisfaction. “I look forward to it, my dear.”

~~~

Papa’s eyes ere glued to my form as I entered the playroom. After a few days - although there was no concept of time in this place -, I was finally introduced to the children. I didn’t like how easily I adjusted. After a few days of mourning, it was like I was too busy ‘fitting in’ to focus on the life I once lived. I barely saw Henry. He told me he was keeping quiet for a while, and that included the use of his powers. I was lonely, but even just a glimpse of him rejuvenated me.

And I had a goal. Not only to escape with Henry, but with all these poor children, of whom were used and abused. They were happy and brainwashed, but they shouldn’t have been. It wasn’t normal to be trapped and electrified. None of this was normal, and as time passed, I struggled to remind myself of that.

Papa’s kindness was faux. Everything about him screamed greed and selfishness. I would never fall for it, because on the back burner of my mind sat the memory of him allowing my mother to be shot down with ease.

There were several children, each adorning a badge with their number. It made me so sad that they’d never experienced the joy of being truly loved and even named. I noticed that, from across the room, Henry was leaned over Eleven. He was particularly fond of her, or at least, I assumed so. He’d never interacted much with the other children to my knowledge.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Two was struggling. Frustration was evident from his expression. The several building blocks were levitating - as incredible as it was -, but it didn’t seem to be enough for him. I smiled gently as I made my way over to him, crouching over.

“Hello, Two. Are you doing alright?”

He gasped as his eyes shot open and the blocks tumbled to the ground. It was clear he was annoyed, but he tried to refrain a glare, turning to me. A frown was evident on his expression. He was a very cute kid; they all were. I presumed he had to be at least in his early teen years, and yet, he was raised without even the little experiences I realized I’d taken for granted.

He glanced away. “I’m weak today.”

I tilted my head, crouching even further to the ground. The uniform stretched and was surprisingly comfortable. I ended up sitting criss-cross applesauce next them, picking up one of the blocks. “You know, even being able to lift these at all is quite an accomplishment. Do not worry so much.”

He seemed taken aback by that, but refuted,” But Papa will not be happy with me if I don’t make progress. I am supposed to be the best.”

“But are you happy with yourself? I mean, I think it’s pretty impressive. I know I could never do what you’re doing, you know,” I continued, sending him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure that you’re stressing out and that is why you are having a hard time. You should take a break to clear your head.”

His shoulders hunched and he took my words to heart. Slowly, he nodded. “…Okay. If you say so.”

“And, you know these blocks don’t only need to be used for your powers,” I hummed, picking up a few of them. “If you use your imagination, you can make shapes. Did you know that?”

He pursed his lips before shaking his head, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

I grinned. “Well, let’s see… We can make a small castle. Do you know what a castle is?”

“Castle?”

I waited a moment, thinking about the general dimensions. I used the circular blocks to build the pillars and I made a small arch. The general basic castle, although Two was absolutely stunned. I built the castle quickly while the child watched my movements, seemingly memorizing the shape for future reference.

“A castle is somewhere a prince like you can live. It is a very big house with special guards called knights that wear metal armor. It is usually made of stone and it has a lot of treasure and gold inside. And it all belongs to the prince. It is a beautiful place that you can visit.”

“Where?” he asked in wonder, eyes wide as his hand outstretched toward the make-shift building.

“In your dreams.” We both looked up to see that Henry was there, a tight smile forced onto his lips. I was on edge, and as we made eye contact, I could tell he was warning me to some degree. I gulped, but Two was visibly disappointed. Henry continued regardless,” But it is very beautiful. Your dreams are the most beautiful place of all.”

His gaze was glued to me as he said that, and my heart started racing. My smile regained its strength. Two nodded. “…Maybe. Papa says that dreams are important to talk about.”

“And they are. Do your dreams make you happy?” I inquired carefully.

I noticed that Henry was in earshot, but instead went to attend to another child. It was to curb Papa’s strict habits. I didn’t know the full extent of it, but apparently, there were specific rules in place for us two to prevent any rendezvous, but I trusted that, as Henry said, the bathrooms would be safe soon enough.

My attention returned to Two as he muttered,” No. I’ve never dreamt of castles or princes or knights. Only here.”

A frown stretched across my lips but only remained momentarily, not wanting to indicate any distaste that the compound surrounding me could note. I sent the poor boy a reassuring smile and patted his back, though. “Don’t worry. Maybe tonight you can dream of a castle of your own.”

Two, alike to many of the children, never smiled. However, he did in that moment, if only for a second. His energy was seemingly rejuvenated and I knew it was a rule not to ‘pick favorites,’ so I rose to my feet and let Two get back to his work. I noticed as I tended to the others, though, that he made it so that the castle was floating.

How magical.

~~~

“Two, you’re first.”

Papa had innovated a new ‘game.’ I knew nothing about it, but from the chalk lines on the ground, I assumed it wasn’t good. It was some one versus one, and it pained me to think that the children were being thrust into physically harming one another. I was with the other guards. Henry had a set of blindfolds to make sure they didn’t get damaged with each round, or so I could presume. It was like Papa knew how it would go.

I stood next to Henry, but I willed my eyes not to flicker toward him. However, our shoulders were pushed together, and there was another guard next to me that off-balanced the overwhelming love I held for the man and replaced it with discomfort.

The bot stepped forward. I noticed how his eyes flickered in my direction, and I gave him a small and unnoticeable smile that only he would see. He told me the other day that he had dreamt of a castle. That it was large and rainbow and was made of the clouds he saw colors on the wall of the playroom. It was thrilling to hear that even just a little I’d made a difference in this hell hole.

Henry walked forward with a blindfold to Six, the first to go against him. I watched in anticipation as Henry returned to his spot, and I felt his fond gaze flitting over to me. I was stiff, watching in concern.

“Begin,” Papa instructed.

The room was tense and so was I. While Six raised his hand and aimed it, clearly focusing as he could. Two clenched his fists and was but trembling slightly. He always looked so angry when he used his powers. It made him sad.

As Two grit his teeth, Six began to slide. His feet were barely inside the circle, despite the boy’s best efforts. Papa watched adamantly, eyes boring into the children. And suddenly, as Two grunted loudly, the poor child went flying back into the see-through glass.

I gasped, almost audibly, seeing as Six collapsed to the ground. However he seemed to be okay, except for being incredibly frightened. Both were panting furiously, and I clenched my jaw in order to prevent a firm frown. I felt Henry’s occasional glances, but I was solely focused on them.

“Very good, Two. Number Six, please, take a seat by the door.”

And like dominoes, each child fell.

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bella-goths-wife · 4 months

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How reader could manipulate the bowers gang boys

Again, please enjoy my attempts at being deep writer while being sick and sad

I do not intend to romanticise or encourage any of the following warnings, my writing is solely for entertainment and informational purposes. I do not support or condone any and all abuse and I do not believe in any of the various themes I write about.

Henry bowers:

As we've established in previous posts, Henry craves to be taken care of

His mother was the only person who cared about him until his dad scared her off, and now he has no one

His dad couldn't give less of a shit about him, and while he sees the boys as his brothers, he'd never discuss thoughts and feelings with them because he was their leader and he can't seem weak

But you, you were so gentle and kind to those around you

Sure, you looked cold and sometimes you'd act like an arrogant bitch

But he saw how you acted with Beverly, before he made you his

You knew she struggled, so you'd make her an extra lunch and offer her a shoulder to cry on

Something about watching those interactions made Henry's skin crawl with an ugly jealousy which he mistook for anger and disgust

That's why he was so intent on hurting you the day he and the boys followed you after school, so he could take out his frustrations

But then he and the other boys saw you dancing, and he knew you'd be perfect

The way you could manipulate Henry is by really playing into the caregiver role

Make his lunches, write him little notes on them, offer to trim his hair, cook his dinners, offer to do his laundry and take care of his wounds after fights

Really act like you care about Henry, make him believe that you can be relied on

Make Henry believe that you are the one person in the world who cares about him and you'll be in for a world of surprises

As time goes on Henry will reveal more about himself, in his own gruff and verbally abusive fashion

But there will be a gentleness that's unlocked within him, it's minuscule when looking at it through the societal norms but if you view it as someone who has experienced his abuse for months, the change can be unexpected

If you do something wrong, as long as it's only minor (like burning his food slightly or not responding the first time he speaks), he'll turn a blind eye to it for the first time it happens instead of yelling and hurting you

And if he does decide to 'punish' you, he'll clean up your wounds instead of making you work through it and he'll make sure to avoid body parts that are vital to your ballet dancing

He'll also become more affectionate in his own way

He'll hold you at night in a way that used to be rough and only a precaution in case you tried to do something while he slept, but now his hold is less bruising and held more adoration then before

If you want to manipulate Henry, then the best way to do this is to voice your opinion while he holds you

It's really the only time he'd listen, so you'd have to make sure you do it correctly and you don't overuse it because he would eventually catch on

But if you wanted something to change within the group, your best chance is to mention it during this time

For example, if you didn't want to be around Patrick for too long, all you'd have to say to Henry is "Patrick makes me uncomfortable sometimes when he touches me"

And suddenly, your around Patrick by yourself less and less by Henry's command

Another route you could take is to cause conflict within the group, for example

You could say something like "Patrick's been quite demanding lately, he told me not to make you lunch tomorrow and to make it for him instead"

This will plant seeds of doubt in Henry's mind and will cause problems amongst the boys

The only side effect to this manipulation is a very needy, clingy and possessive Henry who feels the need to have you around 24/7 since you take such good care of him

Patrick Hockstetter:

Patrick is a sociopath, it's very clear to see and if he were born ten years later he would be labelled as dangerous to society

So his manipulation would be extremely hard, but everyone has their blindspots

And Patrick's is that he craves sexual attention and validation

Patrick has been sleeping with girls since he was fifteen, and sometimes he thinks it's the only thing that makes other people seem real to him

He's engaged in sexual relations with you, but never with your consent

And while he enjoys the pleasure and control he gains from the interaction, he knows that he would prefer it if you were an active participant who enjoyed the experience with him

A way you could manipulate Patrick is if you started to act enthusiastic to sleep with him

You'd have to force yourself and you'd have to be a good actress, but if you acted enthusiastically about having sex with Patrick and sharing that part of yourself willingly with him it would definitely lower his guard

As I've mentioned before in previous posts, after having any sexual interactions with you he will be kinder to you for a few weeks afterwards

This means that If you wanted to make it so he was being nicer to you then you could initiate sex with him for your own benefit

This would grant you many rewards such as gifts he stole from the mall, defending you against the other boys when they get too rough and he's even able to get you out of some of the punishments the other boys set out for you

Another route you could take Patrick's manipulation is to withdraw from sex completely

For weeks you'd be enthusiastic and initiating sex with Patrick until he does something that makes you upset

Once he does this, you stop acting happy about having sex with him and you stop participating

You can't outright stop having sex with him unfortunately as he will just force you to

But If you withdraw from sex go from someone who was enthusiastic and excited to someone who just lays there and takes it while you dissociate from the situation, it's gonna give Patrick a case of whiplash

He'll try and enjoy the sex even though your withdraw but he just can't anymore, not when he's experienced you at your fullest

So he'll subconsciously start to gain back your attention

This would be an opportunity to try and gain more out of Patrick

Request things that you'd get smacked for before

Ask for things like alone time, cigarettes, friends and they'll all be granted as long as you just have sex with Patrick with the same passion as before

If you want to cause problems with the group through your manipulation of Patrick, start sleeping with one of the other boys with enthusiasm while denying Patrick and you'll have a fist fight in no time

Victor Criss:

Vic is extremely possessive of you

You are his and he is yours, he has stated this to you many times

This possessiveness has always been encouraged by his silent resentment of Henry and the other boys

All of his nice and pretty things were always taken from him

When he was younger, belch would steal his toys and break them

When he was a pre teen, Henry would steal his lunches and snacks from home

And when he was a teenager, Patrick would steal any girl that vic found pretty before sleeping with her and leaving her broken hearted

Vic held so much resent in for those instances, but they formed dark bruises on his heart from the memories

All you have to do is press down on those bruises and reignite the sting he felt from them

You could act very affectionate with him behind closed doors and act like the two of you are just passionate lovers

Be affectionate with him and make him more vulnerable and susceptible to your manipulative behaviour

Once he's comfortable, reinforce his thoughts of how you are his and his only

Make sure he knows that you believe that you are his as well

This will encourage to him to take your requests more seriously and to even grant the very few he can

It also reassures you that he's less likely to punish you if you act like his perfect little toy

•But if you wanted to go down the route of manipulating the boys against each other, then your best bet is to pit him against Henry

Drop into conversations that you wish you could spend more time with him, but Henry just won’t let you

Describe all the horrible things Henry does to you and exaggerate it before adding “if it was just you and me, you’d never do anything like this to me”

All those feelings of resentment that vic repressed for years will boil over

At first it will start off as small arguments but it will quickly develop

If you continuously use these methods of manipulation on vic for months and then try to provoke Henry into acting cruel to you and punishing you in front of vic, then make vic watch the cruelty being inflicted on you and watch his possessive and protective behaviour bubble to the surface

There would be a bloody fight which would end up with one of them dead, and you better pray that it’s Henry who looses

You know what they say

If you want to kill a snake, remove the head

Belch Huggins:

As I’ve said in my other posts, belch is absolutely desperate for your approval

He’s craved it ever since the first time you granted him a compliment

Even if it was more of an observation of a compliment, to him it felt like a goddess had finally given him a purpose

You may think that’s enough to be able to manipulate belch, but unfortunately you weren’t the first person to figure this out

Henry has always been observant over belch, belch is physically stronger and if he were smarter he could probably overtake Henry as the group leader

So Henry definitely noticed how much belch lit up after you praised or complimented him

And he saw this as something that could be a threat

So he decided to use it against you before you figured out a plan

He told belch that in order to gain your approval, he would have to follow Henry’s instructions no matter how cruel or violent they were

Henry reassured him that even if you insulted belch or yelled at him for following Henry’s instructions, but it was all for your own good

And eventually you’d thank belch for helping you figure out what you wanted

At least that’s what Henry told him

So no matter how guilty belch may feel, Henry has manipulated him so much that he truly does believe the abuse is gonna help you

But one way you could manipulate belch is through similar methods as vic or Henry

Overpower him with your affection and compliments

Make him feel loved and wanted with your words and actions

But only do this obviously in private with him

Only give him your affections and approval subtly

Think about secret lovers affection, like touching pinkies with your hands spread out or his hand on your knee under the table

These actions will make his as giddy as a teenager in love

He truly will believe that you and him are in love

While you give him the affection and approval that he craves, make small requests like

“I really wish I could smoke again, do you think you could give me one of your cigarettes”

Now there is a small chance that he’ll allow it if he’s blissed out on your touch, but if he denies you then immediately stop all the affection that your giving him and push him away

This will cause him to backpedal and give in to your request as long as you continue to touch him

This only works for minor requests though, for major requests you’ll need to scare him

For example, if you wanted some time to spend with Beverly then you’d have to ask him and when he Denies you then simply threaten him with harming yourself or not eating

This will send his protective side into overdrive and you can have this man on his knees begging for forgiveness if you play your cards right

A way to manipulate him against the rest of the group is to prove yourself as the only person who cares about him and loves him before planting the seeds of doubt in his mind

Drop little comments like “Patrick was wrong about you, your not stupid” or “vic says your too violent, but I don’t think that’s true”

He’ll start to second guess his friends and he’ll start to come to you more with his problems

But the best move to make is to make it so after all those months of manipulating belch against the rest of his friends, have him watch as Henry is unnecessarily cruel to you

And then go crying into belchs arms in private and demand to know why he didn’t help you or defend you

Drop in a “I thought you loved me” and you’ll have undone all of Henry’s manipulation in seconds

You could convince belch to take you away from the rest of the boys and to run away with you so you could be together forever

Hopefully you’ll be able to sneak away from belch at some point because he now trusts you

And even if you don’t, being stuck with belch is the lesser of two evils

#yandere bowers gang #yandere bowers gang x reader #bowers gang #yandere henry bowers x reader #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter x reader #yandere patrick hockstetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #yandere victor criss x reader #victor criss x reader #victor criss #yandere belch huggins x reader #belch huggins x reader #slashers x reader #belch huggins #yandere it x reader #it x reader

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myobsessionishockstetter · 1 month

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#patrick hockstetter #bowers gang #patrick hocksetter x reader #yandere henry bowers x reader #henry bowers #henpat

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satrryeys4eva · 4 months

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.....soo ....... After basically being gone for literal years...... I'm back...sooo pls send requests for

Damon Salvatore

Aegon ii Targaryen

Oliver Quick

Homelander

Gotham! Bruce Wayne

Henry Bowers

Vance Hopper

Michael Langdon

Hunter Sylvester

Kevin Khatchadourian

Miguel Diaz

Koby (opla)

Luffy (opla)

Buggy (opla)

(yandere and dark mostly pls and if you don't have a plot that's ok just send in a character, a song and a vibe!)

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katztails · 2 years

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the deal

forgot to mention that this is a modern au

also lots of ooc moments, might be yandere as well

getting to know them

trying to keep your cool, you let bowers’ arms wrap around you, he was your ‘seatbelt,’ as he said just a few moments ago.

you had to admit, his grasp was comfortable, you almost started to lean into it, but quickly stopped yourself.

“so, newbie, where you from?” a voice from behind you hit your neck, making you jump, a chuckle comes from henry. “did i scare ya, sweetie?”

“i.. i’m from washington.. state.” (random choice) you said, flustered, “a.. a little bit.”

“are they breaking?” vic says in a taunting tone, reaching over and giving you a boop. “don’t worry, hon.”

“where are we going?” you asked, bowers put his head on one of your shoulders, the sudden touch made you jump again, “ah, shit.”

“sorry, newbie.” bowers said, “i just wanna introduce ourselves to you, and you do the same to us.”

“o-okay,” you said, “in town or somewhere else?”

“belch, pull into one of the parking lots.” bowers ordered, belch does so, pulling into a somewhat populared diner parking lot. putting the car in park, the car was still running. “alright.. let’s begin shall we?”

bowers grabbed you by the waist and slid you off his lap, putting you in the middle of him and patrick.

“i’ll start.” bowers said, “my name’s henry bowers, i’m the leader, i guess you could say, of this group. the dude in the driver seat is belch, but his real name is reginald.” belch gave you a small smile and wave, you waved back.

“you burp pretty loud or something?” the chubby boy nodded, he demonstrated, and impressed you, “you should teach me some time.”

“sure.” he said, chuckling softly.

“over there is vic.” henry said, pointing at the boy in the passenger seat, the platinum blonde haired boy winked at you, “and last but not least, we have patrick.”

“so, a human teddy bear, two doppelgängers of the villian that everyone wishes was dating them, and an outsider?” you said, thinking put loud, “sorry, i just like making analogies.”

“you’re good, newbie.”

meanwhile..

“w-what do you mean they were taken by b-bowers?” a worried bill asked, ben had just explained what had happened.

“we were gonna hang out at the library for a while, but bowers had taken me before i could even enter the place, (name) had arrived a few moments after.” ben said, “t-they protected me, bowers and his goons took them after they pushed me down the hill.”

“we have to get them back.” eddie exclaimed, “bowers probably took interest in them.

“i am who wouldn’t? they’re so hot.” richie said, licking his lips, only to get wacked by beverly, “ow!”

“now’s not the time to joke about this shit, we have to get them out of danger!” beverly called out.

“you’re right.” mike said, “..but where would they be?”

“look for that blue car.” eddie said, “that’s their bus.”

“c’mon then, w-we sh-should get (n)-(name) back.” bill ordered, the rest of the group agrees and gets on their bikes. “they’re h-hopefully in t-town.”

back with you..

bowers decided that it was time to propose a deal.

“w-what?!”

“you heard me, we’ll leave your friends alone, if you hang out with us.”

“why do you like me so much, i barely know you people?”

“yes, you do, darling.” henry said, cupping your chin, while patrick, who was behind you, played with your hair. “well, not yet. but, we know you like it’s the back of our hands.”.

“you’ve been spying on me?” you ask, henry smiles at you with a bit of possessiveness. “i-i’m sorry, but i just need some..”

“don’t worry, sweets. neither of us will do anything to harm you, all you gotta do is ask us to stop, and we’ll stop.” henry said, before leaning in to you.

before anything could happen, a loud bang from outside the car was heard, it was richie.

“HEY, THAT’S MY HOT BABE!”

#it 2017 #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers #patrick hocksetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #victor criss x reader #victor criss #reginaldhugginsxreade #belch huggins x reader #belch huggins #x reader #losers club x reader #bowers gang x reader #losers club #yandere

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yanderesaremymedicine · 1 year

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No I don’t want to be THE darling, I want (characters name) TO BE THE darling. IS THAT TOO MCH TO ASK FOR?

#yandere!reader #bo sinclair #house of wax #vincent sinclair #yandere #yandere reader #yandere bowers gang #bowers gang x reader #bowers gang #henry bowers x reader #patrick hocksetter x reader #victor criss x reader #belch huggins x reader #batshit crazy reader > any other reader #yandere slashers #genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader

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bxble · 1 month

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I read a mini series a while back of yandere!bowers gang x ballerina!reader and thought it’d be fun to make this.

Credits to @bella-goths-wife for writing the mini series. I’m absolutely obsessed with their work.

#bowers gang #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #spinny #ballerina #go brrr #belch huggins #victor criss #it 2017 #yandere

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tatortotqueen · 2 years

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𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬

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

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬:

ʜᴇɴʀʏ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ

ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇɴʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ. ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛᴀʙꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴜɴᴇᴀꜱʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇɴʀʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴇꜱɪᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴇᴀʀ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɢ'ꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴇᴄᴛ.... ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɢᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋʏᴀʀᴅ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜʀɪɴᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴇᴅ ɢʀᴏᴡꜱ ʟᴀʀɢᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴄʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴇᴄᴛ... ʜᴇ'ʟʟ, ʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜʀɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴜᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡᴇᴀʀ. ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪᴍ.

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫:

ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴛɪᴄ, ɪᴍᴘᴜʟꜱɪᴠᴇ

ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀꜰᴀʀ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ʀᴜɴ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴛ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍɪᴛᴛᴇɴꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀʀᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ. ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ɢʀ��ꜱᴘ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴇꜱᴛ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱʜᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴏ ɴɪᴄᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ɴᴏ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ. ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ʜᴀꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴘᴀɪɴ.

𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬:

ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴜʙᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ

ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀ ɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴇʟꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛɪᴍɪᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀʙᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴅᴇ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʟᴜꜱʜ ᴄᴏᴀᴛꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜꜱʜᴇꜱ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ɪᴛ ᴅɪꜰꜰɪᴄᴜʟᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀʀᴍ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴀʏ ɴᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ꜱᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ɢᴇᴛ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ.

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡:

ʙᴇʟᴄʜ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ ᴀʀᴇ; ᴏᴠᴇʀᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ

ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇʟᴄʜ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ. ʙᴇʟᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴀꜰᴇᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴜᴛᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘʀɪᴏʀɪᴛɪᴇꜱ. ʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴀꜰᴇᴛʏ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇʟᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ɪꜱ ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ. ʙᴇʟᴄʜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ. ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴏʀ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ʙʏ ʜɪᴍ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ꜱᴏ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪɴꜰɪᴅᴇʟɪᴛʏ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ, ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ. ᴀɴʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʙᴇʟᴄʜ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ɪɴʜᴇʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀɪʟᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀʟʏ ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏꜱ.

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starcallstorm · 2 years

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Excuse me while I dip into another fandom, but here’s an imagine I can’t get out of my head thanks to this beautiful human:

Words: 0.1k | Fluff / Yandere Vibes

Imagine you’re the new nurse at Hawkins Lab, and Henry takes a shine to you. He’s intrigued by you. You seem to genuinely care for others’ wellbeing, including the kids’, and including his.

When you confess to him that you’re feeling lonely and unable to adapt to the isolation of laboratory life, he sneaks into your room after hours. It becomes ritual, him sitting on the floor beside your bed, gently singing as he strokes your hair until you fall fast asleep.

“Dream a little dream of me, doll.”

The world might be a cesspit full of lies, but Henry wants to keep you from being corrupted by it. Whatever it takes.

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With music playing such an integral role in S4, I remembered that Jamie Campbell Bower played Anthony in Sweeny Todd and now I literally can’t get the idea of Henry/Peter singing beautiful but eerie songs out of my head, especially Dream a Little Dream of Me, since that was playing on the radio when he finished off his family. He’s a monster with an angelic voice 🥺

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yanderefantasies · 2 years

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Ok hear me out yandere bowers gang x short male reader that's Richie's older brother

I think this might he some good tea because it doesn't smell like 👺CaCa👺 to me senor

•I. Feel so bad for Richie. My dude looks up to you- tries hanging out with u a bunch and getting you to join the losers club(despite being like three or four years older than them but whatever)

•But lo and behold- Lady Luck is not on Richie’s side! And that’s shown by the bowers gang approaching his dear sibling, in, what he assumes, a threatening way.

•But that’s dashed away pretty damn quick when instead of scaring and threatening you- once of em wraps a fucking arm around your waist and Henry leans close to you, in what Richie assumes is supposed to be flirty or smth. Eugh.

•Let’s be honest here- You probably only stick around Bowers and his ‘friends’ cause atleast they stay away from your baby brother, per your request. Aaaand their company isn’t too bad,,,, when they aren’t trying to kill every person they see.

•As much as you wanna hang out with Richie and his group of lil friends, you’re dragged around by these crazy mfs practically everywhere, every day.

•’dates’ with them are mandatory. Not cause they’ll hurt you- of course not. But they may just feel inclined to rough up a few people in your name. Which is. Obviously not good. Unless ur into that, and like it when they fight for you. Which,,,, mood.

•At the end of the day- Richie is gonna hafta fuckin deal with it until he finally just loses it cause he’s worried about you. Either you let him help you and stick with Richie and his friends for the whole Pennywise fight thing- oooor you continue to hang around bowers and his friends in the name of ‘protection’ for your little brother. Up to you.

•Either way, shits abt to go down. You stick with the losers club? Those four will do fucking anything to get you back. You stay with them? Goodluck- cause Bowers already gettin influenced by Penny. And it’s no wonder what Penny will offer to Henry, or literally the whole gang- wouldn’t be surprised if they all got manipulated by that clown.

#yandere #yandere male #yandere hcs #yandere x reader #yandere blog #yandere prompts #headcanons #requests #tw: yandere #yandere it #it 2017 #it 2016 #it 2019 #Yandere Henry Bowers #yandere patrick hockstetter #yandere Reginald Higgins #yandere ‘Belch’#yandere victor criss

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 2: Legacy +18

Switch!Vecna x Dark!Fem!Reader

A/N: Made a part 2 because I got a few readers asking for it. So why not? We love some of that Vecnussy! This story takes place a 1 year after Reader has given herself to Vecna Daddy. She’s pregnant and she’s gonna show her man that he is the ruler of the Upside Down for a reason. This is another of the reader’s diary recordings. Enjoy! Part 1

Summary: After losing his battle against El and her group of friends, Vecna feels discouraged. At first, he ignores you and it upsets you so much you try to get rid of your feelings for him. Now you’ll do what you can as his queen to cheer him up and show him his greatness and his future legacy.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: dom/sub undertones, pregnant!reader, pregnant sex, tentacle sex, p in v penetration (unprotected), evil!reader, dry humping, heavy making out, choking, spit kink, riding, daddy/master/king kink, slight queen/mommy kink, breeding kink, gentle-ish sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, if you squint praise kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, oral sex/fingering (f receiving), vecna/peter human and monster hybrid, some soft vecna & reader moments, a bit blasphemous

“Bring me Eleven.”

Those words still echo in your mind. It was the beginning of your torment and depression as you realized that wasn’t anything you could do to fulfill his request. You could tell that it would take a lot more than your kindness to lure the girl to you. She was some importance to him. Possibly his family.

You could only imagine what it would. be like if you were all a family together side by side and ruling the world.

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September 12, 1984

Dear Diary,

My heart hurts for the one I love. He is unhappy. That makes me unhappy, too. The girl is a lot stronger than we’ve anticipated. She has defeated the Demogorgan. I was so sure that we’d get her. She’s gotten reinforcements. Children and Adults fighting by her side. Humans.

It makes me angry. How on earth can a group of humans defeated an otherworldly monster? Although, the anthropologist in me finds them quite…fascinating. For a little girl to be capable of such power and defeat this lovecraftian creature, it’s revolutionary, to say the least.

Yet watching my king suffer at the hands of her actions overpowers my curiosity. My king commanded I’d bring her and I’ve tried to no avail. He’s shown me mercy despite this. So I will not let his plans of domination go in vain. I will make them pay.

September 18, 1984

Dear Diary,

Throughout the week, I’ve been feeling unwell. I’m convinced it is from stress. I can’t keep him happy and it drives me crazy. I want to be his peace. I’ve offered my body and soul to him. I worry this isn’t enough.

I’ve woken up at night in cold sweats and shivers my bed. No nightmares and no signs of Vecna. Had he left me alone? Is he disappointed in me? I couldn’t bare the thought of losing him. I couldn’t possibly go back to my mundane life amongst the cluelessness of humanity around me.

September 21, 1984

Dear Diary,

To spite my love, I’ve gone to church asking for the Good Priest forgiveness for my sins. I’ve sinned for loving you. You don’t love the way that I do. I love hard. I love devoted and committed. You’ve left me to deal with these emotions on my own so now I will pray to rid of them.

I’ve told the Priest of the night tremors, sweats, and the vomiting. He says the vomiting is my body’s way of dispelling the demons that live inside me. Honestly, I think he’s full of shit. The way he eyes my body says that he wants me. Maybe I should give myself to him instead. Even writing that in my journal made my body physically revolt at that thought.

There is no fixing me. I am broken. You’ve broken me for anyone else. Why does knowing that you’ve broken me fill me with a sense of worth? Is it because I was made to be ruined by you?

September 23, 1984

Dear Diary,

I’m…pregnant. I will have you again. I will make you happy, my king.

You approach Vecna who sat at his throne, distracting himself with his pet tarantula that crawled around on his hand. Getting on your knees in front of him, you kissed each clothed knee.

Not saying a word, he rubs the top of your head before resuming his attention back to the spider.

“My king, I have news for you.”

“Could it wait?” He says. It’s a tone mix of boredom and annoyance.

“I believe it could possibly wait but also I think you should know.”

“I’m not in any mood for your riddles.” He growls.

“No, my king. No riddles,” You sigh, wanting to find where to begin. “I’ve noticed you’ve been down. You haven’t paid me any attention, touched me, or used me for your pleasure, my lord. I confessed it made me angry to see you give up on me so easily when all I do is yearn for you. I went to seek religious advice to free your grasp from me but it proved futile. I’m helplessly in love and dedicated to you.”

He reaches out a hand cupping your face and you nuzzle into it. “I’m sorry I ever tried to remove yourself from me. It will never happen again.” You finished.

“I have apologies to you, Y/N. I haven’t been myself since battle. I’ve sent my monsters in place of myself thinking they could do the job and they’ve failed. I can’t let this continue. I need my vision to be viewed across the world.”

“And it will,” You cupped his face on either side still resting on your knees in front of him. “We won’t stop here. It is only the beginning. We shall be the ones to win the next time. You’re stronger and more intelligent than any of those pathetic mortals. That is part of why I serve you. I see the potential opportunities you can bring to this godless world. I am here to carry it out with you. By your side.”

He rises off his thrown, his tendrils whipping around him wildly like the snakes of medusa. You look up at him in awe and admiration.

“Stand, my queen.”

You do as he says, slowly rising and never once breaking eye contact. “Kiss me. Make me feel like I am worthy again.”

The tendrils coils around your waist, bringing your body close to his. “You are always worthy even without me in your life.”

“Don’t let me imagine life without you.” Your lips press against his and your wrap your arms around him.

This kiss is hungry and you knew that when Vecna became excited his vines would find themselves all around you, wanting to touch every inch. He wasn’t used to this kind of love. Someone who touched him the way you would. He was sure you’d find him scary and repulsive the first time you saw him, only having half of his former appearance mixed in with his monstrous look.

Little did he know, you found that side of him to be the sexiest. It was the best of both worlds to have the beautiful blue eyed, blonde haired, soft pink lips and chiseled face of his human beauty along with the otherworldlinesses of his body.

You craved him so bad, you tugged on the belt of his torn white pants, lifted leg to wrap around his waist, and ground against his growing erection. His hands gripping your butt. On most occasions, he’d chastised you for your greedy behavior but today it seemed that he desperately needed you against him, too.

The kiss became so heated that you’d stumbled back onto his throne chair. You straddled him, continuing to kiss and grind against him like your life depended on it. You yank at his shirt nearly tearing at the fabric that’s already been so damaged. He’s pleasantly surprised by this change of pace, groaning at your bold movements.

You were so wet that it seeped through your panties onto him. “I’m pregnant.” You whispered against his lips. He is in shock looking at you as if he hadn’t heard you right. He needed to hear you say it again.

“I’m with child. Your child.”

He looks pleased with this news. His excitement cannot be contained as he collides his lips onto yours. It’s a sloppy kiss filled with tongue and occasionally you sink your teeth into his bottom lip and suck on his tongue. You dried hump him like some kind of horny teenager and he approved. He enjoyed seeing those moments where you wanted him so badly that you were willing to break his rules.

“Fuck me, master. Take your frustrations out on me.” You groaned.

He slithers a tentacle between your bodies, teasing at your clit. The suctions on them causing you to sob under his touch. You bucked your hips wildly trying to feel the wet, slimy feeler running through your folds.

“I want you to fuck me,” He says. “Ride me on this throne. When I feel like I’ve had enough, I’ll take control,” He wraps a tentacle around your neck, threatening. “Don’t go be too greedy. I don’t want you to end up hurting yourself or my child.“

My Child.

“Yes, master.” Your eyes rolled back at the sound of him claiming what you’ve produced together. Enjoying him saying that and his tendril wrapped around your neck, you hadn’t noticed that he already lowered his pants and positioned you over him. You felt him bring his large hands down on your shoulders, lowering you onto his juicy, fat cock.

You gasp. “Holy fuck.”

He thrusts deep, bottoming out inside you. “Begin, my queen.”

Following his command, you bounced up and down on his lap. It felt so good to be filled with him again, you nearly passed out each time he hit against your spongy button. The slimy extender wraps tighter around you each time you did something that made him groan out loud.

“Does my queen feel like she’s getting all that she desires?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” You cried out, voice slightly strained from the vine tightening. Not wanting to suffocate you, he removes his grip then slaps a wet tentacle on the side of your thigh.

“Faster, harder.” He orders, slapping the tentacle against another thigh.

You do just that, bringing your hands back to rest on his knees as you circled your hips then brought yourself up and down harder on his length. This position allowed him access to lift your dress, hanging it over your face and head, blocking your view. It didn’t matter to him though as this allowed him to focus on your tits bouncing with the force of each thrust and watching your glistening pussy swallow his huge length inside you. He moves your panties further to the side to witness the glorious sight, droplets of cum coating your puffy lips.

You’re so wet that the sounds of his vines adjusting was no competition to the squelching between your bodies. He snakes over your body letting you feel it writhe against your stomach and chest, using the tip of it to toy and pinch your nipples.

“I love how needy you are. Always making sure your king is happy. That is why you are so valuable to me.” He feels you clenching and unclenching around him knowing that this needed to be taken to another notch.

Pulling your dress up off of you, now you could see his face. He looked fucked out biting at his perfect lips. You kiss and teased his bottom lip and he rubs at your clit with a thumb. You were so close to falling apart in his hands. All he had to do was give you one hard thrust and you’d be melting.

Instead, he wraps the tendrils around your arms lifting you off of him. You groan at the loss of him, feeling yourself about to cry until he rests your back against the throne chair. He pulls your underwear down your legs, falling to his knees and dives his lips between them.

Your back arches of the seat, hands entangled in his hair. If anyone were to hear your cries, they’d assumed you were being tortured. They wouldn’t be to far off. It’s felt so good that didn’t seem humanly possible to experience.

At some point, you found yourself fighting against him, pulling at his hair harshly to make it stop but it only egged him on further. He sucks the juices off each lip and then moves his incredible long tongue up and down your slit then back at your clit to suck into his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, master. I can’t take it. It’s too good.” You shook and gasped staccato breaths, trying to breathe normal but his mouth against won’t allow it. He dips his abnormally elongated fingers into you and you’re seeing stars.

You cum undone without warning, gushing all over his mouth, face, and hands. You didn’t expect to cum so suddenly or you would have told him. You quickly realize your mistake, apologizing profusely only to fall mute when he shoved his veiny cock into you once more.

You flung a hand over your mouth at the sudden fullness.

He’s breathing shakily against you, a tentacle pulling up at your hair so that you’d look him in the eyes while he took you. All you could do is stare at his electric eyes while you felt the delicious pressure coming and going inside you.

“Tell me I’ll be a good mommy, daddy. Need to hear that I’ll be good.”

“You’ll be a wonderful mommy. I will continue to make you one, too. You’d love for me to fill you with my cum.”

“Yes! Fuck yes!”

He rubs hard at your clit, spitting into your panting mouth simultaneously. You swallow with no hesitation, showing him your tongue. He sucks at your tongue now and ruts deeper and slower into you. The overstimulation causing a slight tickle sensation that was borderline painful but you loved it.

“I’m gonna cum inside this tight pussy.”

“Uh-huh.” You encouraged.

“Gonna fill you up.”

“Yes, fill me up, daddy.”

“Gonna make you a mommy.”

“Please.” You whimpered.

He brings your head down to look between your bodies. “See how wet you are. Only your king can make you feel this way.” With another tentacle, he gather some of your creamy arousal, bringing it up to your lips. You wrap your mouth around it bobbing your head back and forth the way you’d do for his cock.

“I need you to cum with me.”

“Yes, daddy.” He slaps a hand down on your clit and your eyes bug out as another orgasm racks through you so violently, your head hits against the hard throne making you dizzy and enhancing the orgasm even more. You’re rendered delirious by this sensation.

Vecna spread your legs wider, each knee pressed against the arms of the chair as he ruts into you with sloppy, deep thrusts. He lets out a stretched out growl that is so sexy that you clenched around him so hard, he’s unable to thrust out again. His spurts of cum hit around your walls and you relish in it, closing your eyes to feel his hot cum deep inside you.

You’re both sweaty and panting. He’s hovered over you. Your eyes locking and staring at each other intensely. You don’t want him to pull out just yet, grabbing onto his shirt.

“I love you, my king,” You kissed his forehead not minding that it was covered in sweat while running your hands through his hair and straightening it. “I look forward to building this new world with you. Your legacy shall live in for as long as I am your queen.”

Vecna had never seen such a wicked soul. For the first time, he had an ally. He knew love. He could finally smile.

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bella-goths-wife · 4 months

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How the yandere bowers gang love reader

I’m just a girl trying to be deep with her writing while very sick and in her feels so please tolerate my trash 🙏

Warnings: non-con mentions but not explicit, mommy issues, daddy issues, physical abuse, psychological abuse, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, injuries, forced relationships, dead dove do not eat, yandere behaviour, obsession

I do not condone or romanticise abuse, the abuse I write about is purely to educate and entertain. Please do not romanticise the abuse that is occurring.

MDNI

Henry bowers:

Love is a strong word, it’s not the pure love that you’d dreamed about since you were a little girl

No, this love is deeply depraved and disgusting

He cares about you in his own way, he’d kill someone if they ever hurt you with the same hands that have carved his initials into your delicate body

But he does love you, for some inconvenience reason he does love you in his sick and twisted reason

He views you as someone who can take care of him, someone who can make his lunches and make him feel better after a bad day

He would never admit it, but he sees you as someone who could fill the void his mother left

He loved and adored his mother more than anyone else in the world and she left him, so he had no one to pour all of those feelings into until he met you

Except these feelings are increased and made more sickening

That’s one of the reasons that, unlike Patrick, he won’t force himself on you

He tried to, believe him he really tried

But all he could think about was when he saw his dad do it to his mom, and the look of pure horror on his moms face

He could definitely see himself marrying you one day, I mean, he’s the one in the group who deserves you the most after all

He’d kill the other boys if he had to, he may see them as his brothers

But you, he sees you as his wife and the person who will carry his future children

Patrick Hockstetter:

Patrick’s love is based in lust, but isn’t entirely consumed by it

He knew he was attracted to you from the start, he probably would have tried to drag you off at a party before Henry staked his claim on you

He is mostly obsessed with the way he can control you

He, as Henry’s unofficial second hand, has the second most control over you

And he loves you for it

He can control what you eat, how you dress and how you spend your time

He can control if you breath during the times he chokes you

He blames it on his mothers death or his ‘rough childhood’ but he’s just a sociopath

Genuinely, I know I’ve been adding in what factors to them being like this for the rest but for Patrick it’s simple

He’s a sociopath

You may be wondering how a sociopath is capable of love, and well he’s not fully in love

He’s obsessed with you and some part of him cares about you, the same way he would care if his car got scratched

Your a possession, he doesn’t care about your personality or your likes and dislikes

But you intrigue and entertain him enough to get his loyalty in exchange for what you can do for him

He doesn’t feel guilt for how he and the others treat you and he doesn’t feel bad for the fact that they are completely destroying you

He’s the only one to actually recognise that what they all do to you is making you slowly break, he just does not care

As long as your not hurting yourself or others are hurting you, he does not feel the need to care about what happens to you

He doesn’t even care about the fact that he’s sexually assaulting you

He would enjoy it more if you were actively consenting but he doesn’t care that you don’t

Because for him sex isn’t about pleasure, it’s about control and when he has sex with you he’s showing you another form of his control over you

So yes, in a way Patrick does love you

But it’s the similar way he would love a pet or a shiny care, as soon as you lose your entertainment value then you’d become nothing to him

Unluckily for you, as long as the rest are interested in you you’ll never not be entertaining for Patrick

And as you can see, that’s unlikely to happen

Victor cross:

Victors love is based in possession

He knows your Henry’s girl

Henry may share you with the rest of the group, but you belong to Henry

That’s always how it’s been in the group

Anything vic owned Henry would eventually take away from him

He views Henry as a brother, but some dark part of victor hates him

Especially when it comes to you

Victor sees how rough Henry is with his affection towards you, Victor could be so much gentler than him

Victor wants to own you, to possess you fully

He wants you to only think about him, to only speak to him, to only fuck him and to only be with him

He has fantasies of killing the others and locking you away so you can stay with him together

He chalks it up to having everything he’s over owned taken away from him by the others, but it’s more than that

He wants revenge

He sees how the others are obsessed with you and how they love you, the same way he loved all the possessions they took from him

He wants to take you away the way they took his things

And he’ll kill the others if he has too

Belch Huggins:

Belch loves you for your approval of him

His entire life he has lacked people being proud of him

He has a dead dad and an absent mom, he wasn’t really spoiled for choice when it comes to people who appreciated him

He thought his growth at such an early age would gain him approval, but it only gained him fearful looks

But you changed that

You may not remember the insignificant comment you made but he’ll always remember it

“Wow, your pretty strong” you had commented once after he had picked you up to take you to bed “you’d be good to practice lifts with”

He felt a surge of adoration after you said that

Finally, someone decided he was worth something

You decided he was worth practicing with you, you practically decided he deserved to live in his eyes

He’ll be anything or say anything to make you approve of him

Accept for defying Henry

Henry knows best, and Henry knows when you need to be disciplined for you own good

So no matter how much you look at him with those beautiful sorrow filled eyes, he has to do what he has to do to make sure you are given the best chance at the life you need

At least, the life that Henry decided that you need

He loves you deeply and with a sense of desperation

At times he would seem like a puppy desperate for your love and attention, the other times he would seem like a threat who could kill you at any moment

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