Bowers Gang Tumblr Stories

Things Are Gonna Be Alright: 2

Rating: SFW
Request: Yes (gaybullies on tumblr)
Pairing: Henry Bowers x Victor Criss

As the busted up Trans Am, lovingly called Amy by it's, sorry, her, owner (a little less lovingly called "Death Machine" by Henry) pulled into the aforementioned boy's driveway, the world was calm. But a certain blond demon was not. Victor Criss was stuck in the backseat of the car wondering two things; if he had actually been bothering his boyfriend Henry with his earlier flirting, and why Patrick wouldn't stop poking his leg, Jesus Christ.
"Hey, nerd dome, time to go." The greasy haired teen snapped at the tiny boy. Victor roughly shoved Patrick away before grabbing onto the hood of the car to hoist himself out. Standing at the porch was the light of his life, Henry Bowers, impatiently tapping his foot and looking around nervously for any sign of his father. Vic hurriedly jogged over to the boy, only to trip halfway, startled by the loud honk of the Trans Am as it ripped out of the driveway. As Henry went inside, Vic made sure to wave at the retreating car. He knew Patrick didn't notice, but sometimes Belch would look in the back mirror and smile. He would never admit it out loud, but seeing his friends smile really did make him happy. The platinum blond elf turned towards the broken down house, admiring its peeling paint, and made his way inside. Henry was bolting up the stairs, having already cleaned up his fathers beer bottles and other various dishes left over from the night before. Vic surveyed the room as he began walking about the noisy steps. The TV was still on, blaring some random sports channel, what seemed to be college basketball, the large rug in front of it was soaked completely on one corner with beer, no doubt spilled by Butch when he got angry about his precious game, and his recliner was still in it's down position. Weird, victor thought, but maybe he just likes it that way. Having finally gotten to Henry's room, he started preparing himself with what to say. "I'm sorry" didn't seem good enough. Not genuine. Maybe a good blowjob would make the screaming match end quicker, he mumbled to himself. As he entered the room, all these thoughts fled immediately. There sat Henry Bowers, town bully, scariest person in Derry, pouting. Jesus Christ.
Hearing the name Henry Bowers sparks only two emotions for people, fear from normal kids, and uh, well, let's just say something a little bit different for Victor. Part of it was "My perfect boyfriend, he's adorable and I love him so much" and the other part was, I mean, ya know. Something different. But seeing Henry sitting on his unmade bed pouting was possibly the cutest thing Vic had ever seen. However he couldn't keep thinking about how cute his boyfriend is while he had such a bigger question at hand.
"Are you mad about the flirting thing?" He shot out. Henry furrowed his brow.
"What? No, why would I be?" Vic crossed his arms, digging his fingers into his sides.
"The book thing. That you said. In the car. About me." Henry stared at the younger boy for a couple seconds, before a large grin made its way across his face.
"Baby, why would I be mad? I've wanted you to come out to the gang for so long, at least with all your flirting they won't be too surprised," Vic considered this for a moment, about to speak before Henry continued.
"And anyway, you know I love the praise," he smirked, causing Vic to cover his face with his hands, fully aware of what Henry was implying, blushing a soft pink. He could hear the springs on Henry's bed creak as he popped up. Then felt his hands being pushed away, only to be replaced with Henry's larger ones.
"It's been seven months babe, we gotta tell them sooner or later,"
"I know! I'm just scared. They accept you because they're scared of you, I'm only intimidating to kids," Henry cut the blond off by pulling him into a tight embrace, softly rubbing his back as Victor cried softly into his shoulder.
"Everything's gonna be okay baby, I promise."
And the next day, after Vic broke down in front of the boys and finally admitted his homosexuality, only to be offered nothing but support, he starting believing Henry. His boyfriend. The mullet wearing asshole of Derry, Maine.