#henbel

[idkiwillfindone]

The Bowers gang as screenshot of TikTok text post that i found on instagram

I have more do you want a part 2?

[loserclubowergang]

Henry: I will destroy everything you love, Regginald

Belch: Well, what if I love you?

Henry, blushing: Joke’s on you! I’ve been self-destructive my whole life.

[henrybcwer]

Masochistic Tango

A/N: Part of my WIP series. This is a little Henbel angst(?) I guess? I find any relationship Henry’s a part of to be very interesting in dynamics. Can’t remember where I was going with this one. Watch out for the usual homophobia that comes with the Bowers family.

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The relationship between Belch and Henry is complicated; a mess of red tape and regulations that contradicted one another. Never hold hands in public—unless Henry says it ok. Don’t use affection or pet names around the gang—unless Henry decides its fine. Kissing in public for any reason is an automatic end to the relationship—until Henry’s skunk drunk and slips up.

Henry’s fingers rhythmically clench and unclench the buck knife tucked away in his pocket, his face burning from embarrassment to the tip of his ears.

“So them rumors are true?”

“No sir.”

Butch looks over his son with an expression reserved for only the people who disgusted him most. It was a face Henry has grown accustomed to. And each time, Henry felt vile hatred within and for himself.

He knew it was wrong, that having these—feelings for another boy was a cardinal sin, whether in the eyes of the Lord or his father, it didn’t matter. So he won’t (anymore).

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Heading off to Belch’s home, Henry can feel his stomach turn with anxiety.

Walking on Belch’s front porch, Henry practices the deliverance of his “break up” speech with a tight voice.

And standing in that small living room with just enough room for a love seat couch and dusty tv, Henry stays silent, hands shaking behind blue jean fabric, and his gaze fix stonily somewhere between the eclectic knickknacks that sat on shelves on the wall.

Belch is the first to speak. “It’s over, isn’t?”

Henry looks up, meeting his eyes, they look remorseful. “Whatcha talking about?”

“We broke all three rules last night.”

“So you wanna quit now, that it?” Henry’s voice cracks and he haphazardly laughs. “You ashamed of me?”

Hypocrite.

Belch frowns. “Those were your rules.”

It wasn’t fair, this dance they took part of over the course of their friendship. Henry always took lead and he always strayed off from his mark, haphazardly swaying to his own beat with the expectation that his partners would follow without fault and if they didn’t…

He’d like to believe Henry loves him. That what kept Henry with him was more than just Henry’s inapt need for a source of validation. And if he were as stupid as he was in his youth, he could trick himself into believing that was true. But now he wasn’t so sure where their relationship stood or what they were meant to be.

So he doesn’t ask.

[aceeddiekaspbrak]

ok but yall know my boy henry had the fattest crush on belch

just also had so much internalized homophobia he might not even realized/admitted it to himself let alone having acted on it

he only does what he has w pat bc he made the first, second and every other move to keep it going even if henry punches him in the nose every time tbh pat gets off on that more than anything, might be why hes still going back. and to see him get all scared and squirmy abt he thought of his dad finding out

bonus sad?: belch totally reciprocated but never acted bc of henrys vocal homophobia

bonus angst?: Patrick knows. he sees henry/belch looking at each other when thte others not looking. does what he can to tease/antagonize henry abt it when he can. he dowsnt mind henry thinking abt belch whwn theyre together.

[assholemurphy]

200 belch/henry 😁

200. "i’m doing this to protect you.”

“That’s it? Just like that?” Belch shook his head, not quite believing what was going on. After three months, Henry was just going to end it, with no believable reason whatsoever?

“Yeah, asshole, just like that,” Henry told him, fiddling with his bracelet. He didn’t like this anymore than Belch did, but it had to be done. If he didn’t end it, who knew what could happen to Belch, and he couldn’t be responsible for him getting hurt. He couldn’t bear it if he was the reason something happened to him.

“Why?” He’d asked the question at least three times by now, and all he’d gotten was a shrug and a half-assed excuse that didn’t make sense at all. “And don’t bullshit me, Henry. I deserve better than that, don’t you think?”

“I don’t- Look, just let it go and get out, okay? It’s better this way.” It really was. Belch could move on and find someone better, someone less violent, less broken. Someone who’s father wouldn’t murder him if they got caught.

“Better? Better for who, Henry?” Belch demanded. How could it be better? Fuck, couldn’t Henry see how much he cared about him? How he’d do anything for him? It wasn’t better, it was the worst thing he could imagine. He didn’t want to break up, and he didn’t want Henry’s bullshit excuses as to why. 

“For you, okay? It’s better for you, so you won’t get hurt!” Henry snapped. Belch shouldn’t be questioning him. It wasn’t like he actually cared. Henry was just a warm body to him, to anyone, and he was okay with that. Love wasn’t something he deserved, he wasn’t good enough for that, and it had been proven to him time and time again.

“No, it’s fucking not better for me! And how am I going to get hurt? You gonna hurt me?” Belch asked, crossing his arms. “Oh, fuck, you’ve found someone else, haven’t you?”

“What? No! God, Bel, it’s not that, okay?” It could never be that. There was no one Henry cared about more. And that was why he was doing this. It was better, safer, for Belch this way. Even if it meant losing him, even if it meant breaking his own heart which, until now, he hadn’t thought was possible.

“Than what is it? Tell me, Hen. I want to know why you’re doing this. Tell me, and then I’ll leave.” He couldn't quite believe it was even happening, but if Henry would just tell him why, then maybe he could get over it. Maybe.

“For fuck’s sake. I’m doing this to protect you! Okay? Just, I’m doing it so you won’t get hurt!” Henry shouted. Belch could never make things easy for him. He was always asking Henry to explain himself, always wanting to know his reasons behind things, always asking for his thoughts. He acted like Henry was somehow a real person, like he was worth something, like he actually mattered to him, but that couldn’t be true. Henry was just reading to much into it. He was desperate for affection so he was taking everything Belch did as some sign that he actually cared about him. But he couldn't believe he did. If he did, then that made this harder than it should be.

“Protect me from what? What do I need protection from? Some killer clown gonna come up from the sewers and fuck me up for loving you?”

For loving you. That had to be fake. Belch couldn’t love him. No one did. That was just how it was. But still, Henry softened at the words, the fight leaving him and the pain of what was happening setting in.

“No, Bel. From my dad, okay? If he finds out about us, then he’ll kill you.” And then Henry, but that didn’t matter half as much. And his dad was already suspicious that he was with someone. He didn’t need him poking around and finding out about Belch. He’d never tolerate his son being a fucking fag. He’d kill them both.

“Your dad? Does he know about us?” Belch’s anger turned to concern. If Henry’s dad knew, he’d hurt Henry, worse than he had before.

“No, not yet. But he’s getting suspicious and it’s only a matter of time, and then he’ll kill us both.”

“And that’s why you’re leaving me? Because of your old man?” Belch asked, understanding finally.

“Don’t you fucking get it? He’ll kill you, Bel! And he’ll get away with it!” He was a cop, he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it. It was just how things worked.

“I’m not scared of him, Henry. He can’t hurt me. If he finds out, I’ll kick his ass.”

Henry laughed, shaking his head. “You can’t do that.”

“I can, actually. Hell, the only reason I haven’t yet is because II’m afraid he’ll take it out on you. Patrick and I have a plan, actually, of how to get rid of him. No one will ever find him. He’ll just go missing,” Belch told him.

“That’s insane. You’re fucking insane if you think you can do that.” Henry knew better. Nobody could get rid of his dad.

Belch sighed, knowing Henry was right. “How about this? We get Gretta to cover for us. You pretend to date her and he’ll never know about us. There’s only two more years til we graduate, then we’re gone. Until then, Gretta can be our cover.”

Henry furrowed his brow, “That’ll never work. She’d never do that for me.”

“She’ll do it for herself, though.”

“Why would she need a cover?”

“God, you’re so fucking oblivious. She’s gay as all hell, Henry. You can be her cover and she’ll be yours. Then you’re both free to do whatever you want with whoever you want,” Belch explained.

“Think it’ll work?” Henry asked, feeling a little bit hopeful. If she’d do it, then he could stay with Belch.

“Yeah, I know it will.” Belch stepped closer to Henry and took hold of his hand. “It’ll be okay, alright? Your dad will never find out about us. You’re safe, I’m safe, we can stay together.”

“You sure you even want to? I mean, it’s not like I’m worth the trouble,” Henry scoffed. He wasn’t. Belch should just quit while he was ahead and find someone else.

“Of course you are. Don’t be such a dumbass. Come here,” Belch pulled him closer. “I will keep you safe, okay? Because I love you.”

Henry’s breath caught in his throat. Belch had never said that before. He couldn’t quite believe it, but nonetheless, he pulled Belch down into a kiss. He couldn’t say it back, but he could do his best to show it. If Belch loved him, then he knew he’d be safe, even if he didn’t understand why Belch thought he was worth it.

“Honestly, fuck your dad. He’s a prick and we should just kill him.”

Henry snorted. If it were that easy, he would have done it years ago. “You’re nuts.”

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[idkiwillfindone]

After long conversation whit @jjxde-s about the Bowers gang ships here’s my controversial ranking

1) Henvic

They bring me a lot of comfort, especially their adult version. Just two boomers who went through a lot in love

2) Regtrick

Painfully underrated, they could be a dark Reddie but y’all are not ready for this conversation

3) poly Bowers gang

No thoughts, only Henry getting a lot of kisses

4) Henbel

I like them as bros but their divorce *chef kiss*

5) Patvic

Never gave much of a thought to this paring

6) Vuggins

I like them more as bestie that are constantly trying to kill each other, nothing more

7) Pathen

Used to ship them, distanced myself for the junkyard scene, kept seen them everywhere, me so scesi sur cazzo

Bonus

Anyone x Connor

No ❤️

He’s their adoptive son

[loserclubowergang]

Henbel

Reggie knows he’s not perfect, okay?

He knows he's an aggressive, impulsive bastard who has no knowledge of his own feelings.

But to be honest, he was just like him.

He solved most of his problems by punching someone in the face, he didn’t think about the consequences of his actions and it had taken years to put a name to what he felt for Henry.

And when he was finally able to admit that he was in love, he realized that Henry was even more confused than he was.

Despite all this, Reggie was really determined to make it work.

His first and most important step was really not to rush anything.

He was in love with Henry and he was pretty sure Henry loved him back, so it was really only a matter of time before all the pieces fell into place.

He didn’t rush anything but he definitely changed a bit, he started spending more time alone with Henry.

They are usually in his car, driving around Derry and chatting about life.

Henry was so calm when he spent the afternoon with Belch, without Vic or Patrick or anyone else around to hear them, they always ended up talking about things they definitely needed to talk about but wouldn’t have said if they were with someone else.

They did each other good

One afternoon, Reggie decided to leave the streets of Derry and head to the nearest beach.

Just leaving Derry made the atmosphere lighter but being on the beach together was an ethereal feeling.

Lying on the sand, Henry took Reggie’s hand.

At some point all the pieces would fall into its place, at the moment they were both figuring it out together and thats was just fine.

[henrybcwer]

Belch: WHO ATE MY TWIX? I’M GONNA FUCKING KI-

Henry: I did.

Belch: -ss you and buy some more. You haven’t been eating enough, Hen.