Request → “Please please please, more Poly!Bowers gang, maybe something just a little more Belch-centric. NO ONE writes for him and I love the way you do ahdbfdfhgn. (Still Poly) but maybe before all five are an item, she smooches Belch first cause she thinks hes the cutest or smthn!!”
A/N → bless u for the kind words u are a heartsweet
Pairing → The Bowers Gang x Reader (She/Her), Belch Huggins x Reader (She/Her)
Warnings → the 🅱️oys™ again, heated makeouts, cheesy title that only kinda fits, (i didnt proof read at all. again)
You had started as just a
friend(?) you’d guessed. The new kid they found out the back of the school,
smoking. A girl.
Sure, that didn’t mean
they didn’t give you a rough time at first. But everything worked out.
You didn’t know how you
managed to hold your own and not hurt their egos, and manage to get them to
like you. But here you were, four different hickeys on your body, and four
different hickeys of yours; one on each of them. You counted your lucky stars in
your spare time.
You breathed, soft and
steady, chin against Belch’s bare shoulder, snoozing the morning away. You shifted, and stretched, leg hanging off your side of the bed, and accidentally kicked Henry in the head. Belch laughed.
Out of the Bowers’ Boys,
he was your first.
Ironically, unlike the
others, he hadn’t liked you at all when you’d first met.