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[ reggie ' belch ' huggins - it 2017 ]
"if he had not died that summer , he might have grown to 6'6" or better , and might have learned along the way how to maneuver his outsized body through a world of smaller denizens . he might even have learned gentleness." 2017 based with material from novel and miniseries rules , biography & headcanons
[ follows back on @venuscheered ] separate experiences [ marilyn fenix ] [ sawyer thomas ] [ here kitty kitty ]
[ moving to @bowersbled ]
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this has absolutely happened to belch once and you cannot tell me otherwise.
naturally , belch wanted nothing to do with having a glorified slumber party at school — hell , he and the guys protested it entirely !
however , belch wasn't sure if it was henry's idea , or even patrick's , but the plan was to infiltrate the slumber party all together ( none of the boys really connected the dots that infiltrating the sleep over was really no different than simply attending ... )
but , belch drove up with the guys , slinging the door of his trans am shut and hoisting up a large backpack over his shoulder . a strange , clanking sound could be heard from within . surely , nothing important .
' you got the eggs ? ' his tone was hushed , but harsh enough for a few unlucky souls to hear in the halls once inside .
‘ i’m not willingly spending more time in that shit hole — morons ! ‘
he'd already sweat through two shirts today , derry is a special sort of hell . the back of his hand is used to swipe across his forehead before pushing his cap off all together .
some might assume belch would be at his grumpiest on a hot summer day like today — but it was way too fucking hot for that . it also helped that henry had been knee deep in farm duties ; belch was wise to avoid the bowers farm on those days . if henry didn't force him to help , butch would .
so instead he'd been parked out by the barrens where he'd trudge the rest of the way on foot . the stale breeze was actually pleasant when next to the stream .
this has absolutely happened to belch once and you cannot tell me otherwise.
victor shakes his head, tugging the frayed edges harder. the adhesive gave in and the wrap pulled off with ease, revealing three jagged slashes going down his forearm.
“ah, fuck,” he murmurs, shoving the bloody wrap into his pockets. “that thing could come back for him. or something else could... i'm getting sick of burying kids all night." he uncomfortably shifts, his hand attempting to cover the wound.
it was obvious vic had been on edge as of late. his shifty eyes and dark purple eye bags gave it away. and the fact that he basically prohibited his campers from even going out of the camp's bounds. he wouldn't even step out into the rain anymore.
belch looked over his friend , swallowing as he pocketed the dirtied bandage . slashes at victor's arm kept his attention . ' that shit's gonna get infected man ... ' he mutters , it'd been gag worthy enough if belch hadn't been exposed to worse over the course of the last few weeks .
' you know , it think it's kind of just ... toyin with us . you gonna tell me it can rip someone's head off and a rusty locks gonna hold it back ..? i think if it wanted to take him , he woulda . '
it was likely the smartest thing he'd said all summer .
“… an ape?” victor hesitates, blinking slowly. an ape was something they hadn’t recorded yet. and if they hadn’t seen an ape yet, then he could only imagine all the other monsters they hadn’t come across.
“oh. well, apes aren’t in the americas. i think they’re on other continents so… maybe you saw a huge wolf or something.” victor awkwardly nudged belch for help. consoling people while simultaneously lying wasn’t his forte.
vic was growing increasingly nervous. at this rate, it was starting to seem dangerous to even leave their cabins. they were already down three campers. and it would only be a matter of time before a councilor would fall victim to the atrocities lurking the woods.
the child grumbles to himself , frustration evident . perhaps it was safe to say vic wasn't the first person he told — and it was more than likely he was shot down then too . ' it wasn't a wolf ! ' he spat . ' what wolf runs on two legs ? '
' then it was a bear ? ' belch suggested , a grizzly sounded more appropriate — then again america wasn't known for having large winged creatures that'd attack during storms , or had glowing red bulbus eyes either .
his gaze directs towards vic , before trailing down to his friend's bandaged arm .
' ... it wasn't a bear either . if you heard the sounds it made ... you'd know . ' the child uttered .
“well, it wasn’t an ape either. apes aren’t from here, which you would know if you read the animal books we had in the dining hall. so run along and get reading…” victor pushed himself off the ground, his cheeks red from being flustered with fear.
he knew what this child was feeling. it was horrible to feel so small and scared, like you should have died but you were lucky enough to survive. but at what cost? maybe they wouldn’t survive the next time.
victor looks at belch, hoping his friend wouldn’t catch on. the bothered blond clears his throat as he sheepishly tugs at the frayed bandage. “it’s your camper, belch. you decide,” he mumbles, like an embarrassed child.
the child stared at vic , it was likely the first time either bully had ever felt so ... scrutinized by someone smaller than either of them . at least that's what belch hoped ; not wanting to feel alone , like he'd been judged and bothered because of it .
and while the kid walked off to mope under another tree somewhere else .
' decide what — ? who knows what the kid saw ... ' belch mutters , uncomfortably shifting in place an he'd anxiously picked at the skin at his nail beds . ' he got away like we , didn't he ? '
“… an ape?” victor hesitates, blinking slowly. an ape was something they hadn’t recorded yet. and if they hadn’t seen an ape yet, then he could only imagine all the other monsters they hadn’t come across.
“oh. well, apes aren’t in the americas. i think they’re on other continents so… maybe you saw a huge wolf or something.” victor awkwardly nudged belch for help. consoling people while simultaneously lying wasn’t his forte.
vic was growing increasingly nervous. at this rate, it was starting to seem dangerous to even leave their cabins. they were already down three campers. and it would only be a matter of time before a councilor would fall victim to the atrocities lurking the woods.
the child grumbles to himself , frustration evident . perhaps it was safe to say vic wasn't the first person he told — and it was more than likely he was shot down then too . ' it wasn't a wolf ! ' he spat . ' what wolf runs on two legs ? '
' then it was a bear ? ' belch suggested , a grizzly sounded more appropriate — then again america wasn't known for having large winged creatures that'd attack during storms , or had glowing red bulbus eyes either .
his gaze directs towards vic , before trailing down to his friend's bandaged arm .
' ... it wasn't a bear either . if you heard the sounds it made ... you'd know . ' the child uttered .
there was an awkward silence as victor stood up there beside belch, staring down at the kid with an annoyed frown. “hey. you alright? … don’t answer that. i already know you feel like shit.” with a grunt he sits beside the kid. “so uh, you think you saw something?” vic glances up to belch, a slight look of worry in his eyes. “what did it look like, kid?”
part of victor didn’t want to know. summer camp was supposed to be fun. it was supposed to be easy. he was fucking terrified—they all were—but there wasn’t any solace with the other male councilors. much less belch.
belch studies his friend , hands shoved into the pockets of roughed up denim . he felt shitty , partially because now he had to idly stand on his own — looking like a complete dick for not asking the kid himself , but also because it seemed as if this kid would end up being a target for whatever it was that was out there .
' i don't know . it was big , real big , it kind of looked like some kind of ape ... it snarled and bore it's teeth before it charged me . ' his voice was muffled due to his head burrowing back into folded arms . like he'd been ashamed of being afraid in front of them .
' i got away , i don't know how because that thing should have been faster than me . it felt like whatever it was was taunting me . '
belch raises a brow at his admission — it sounded nothing like the aerial creatures he and vic had seen . or the mangled deer like creatures the girls saw . and ignoring entirely the aquatic entity that killed the first kid . he swallows , great .
vic’s brows furrow, the same look he’d always give belch whenever the bulky brunette would make yet another ditzy comment. he knew feelings wasn’t something belch liked to talk about—henry made it all too known what his opinion on men with emotions was.
“i don’t know, man. it’s your camper. maybe his mind is playing tricks on him. like when you saw that big ass moth. or when i saw the—“ he hesitates, memories of the attack resurfacing. “my thing was real, belch…”
' yeah ... guess so . ' huggins trails off , discomfort settling in as the bully kicks at a nearby pebble . ' — hey , fuck off , i saw somethin' too , kids are goin' missing , dumb ass . it ain't just you . '
his gaze sets on the nearby camper , nudging vic with his elbow . ' you should talk to 'em ... he'll be too chicken shit to admit it to me . '
excuses .
victor steps forward, forced by belch’s nudge. “me? the hell do you think i am trying to talk to some twerp?” he scoffs, flipping his hair out of his face again.
the thought of asking marilyn or even magdalena to do it instead crossed his mind. but he was never good at talking to girls, so he begrudgingly walked over to the camper. “you owe me,” he mumbles to belch.
' you're the one who thinks we should talk to 'em in the first place ... ' it didn't matter if his rebuttal fell upon def ears . he follows behind with large steps ; a scowl present on his face that belch never knew he casually carried .
the child in question , typical teenager ; the exact sort that they'd have mercilessly wreck havoc upon back at school . concealed himself in the cooling shadow of one of the many trees in camp . hugging his knees close to his chest , while his forehead was buried in his arms . slowly looked up at the duo .
vic’s brows furrow, the same look he’d always give belch whenever the bulky brunette would make yet another ditzy comment. he knew feelings wasn’t something belch liked to talk about—henry made it all too known what his opinion on men with emotions was.
“i don’t know, man. it’s your camper. maybe his mind is playing tricks on him. like when you saw that big ass moth. or when i saw the—“ he hesitates, memories of the attack resurfacing. “my thing was real, belch…”
' yeah ... guess so . ' huggins trails off , discomfort settling in as the bully kicks at a nearby pebble . ' — hey , fuck off , i saw somethin' too , kids are goin' missing , dumb ass . it ain't just you . '
his gaze sets on the nearby camper , nudging vic with his elbow . ' you should talk to 'em ... he'll be too chicken shit to admit it to me . '
excuses .
' that kid over there , he said he saw somethin last night . ' using his chin , he tilts his head in the direction of a teen who'd appeared closed off ; anxiety ridden and sat under a tree .
typically , they'd have been a prime target for belch and his friends — memories of stalking up to unfortunate souls brave enough to sulk in public . ' been like that all morning . '
victor furrows his brows. “yeah?” he swishes his head to the side, his usual mean of keeping hair out of his face.
the gash on vic’s arm from his bird attack was still fresh; parts of his fingertips faintly fried. “did you ask the kid what they saw?” his hand subconsciously picks at the frayed edges of the bandage around his arm, his nimble fingers jittering slightly.
belch's expression dulls down , his head slowly turning towards his friend . a new , dumbfound expression takes it's place . ' should i done that ? ' belch asks in a low murmur . dark eyes following vic's movements , from finger tips to old bandage .
' i dunno ... i'm not good with makin' people feel better n shit . ' somehow , belch found that worse than whatever entity had been plaguing the camp all together .
' that kid over there , he said he saw somethin last night . ' using his chin , he tilts his head in the direction of a teen who'd appeared closed off ; anxiety ridden and sat under a tree .
typically , they'd have been a prime target for belch and his friends — memories of stalking up to unfortunate souls brave enough to sulk in public . ' been like that all morning . '
belch is gonna need some boys to be in his cabin for the camp AU 👀
belch huggins rainy woods summer camp .
belch is an unlikely camp counselor , forced by his mother due to his behaviour and unfortunate grades before summer . he hated the idea of it - but it was that or military camp .
to everyone's surprise he didn't get into a single fight - although he was given a warning after telling a horrific story and scaring his cabin of younger campers in the middle of the night around their camp fire .
for his own recreation , he's taken up cards with some of the other counselors , specifically poker . he was surprisingly decent at it - despite numbers not being his thing . he also partakes in the late night parties with the others around the campfire and drinking the ( smuggled ) alcohol .
his associated councillor animal is the bear .
