#I do like the image of Stanley just patiently and calmly making his way to this point and then plopping down on the catwalk haha

[sysig]

[billyboisfangirlarmy]

The Bowers Girl 3

Part 1

Part 2

Patrick x Reader

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“It’s not going to stay up! We’ve got to get more sticks.” Eddie says looking at our half-assed dam we’re making. “No! We need more rocks!” Richie complains. I turn around to see Bill in deep thought. “Don’t break your brain there.” He looks up coming out of his trance. “O-oh, I wasn’t.” “What are you thinking about? Is it Bev?” I wink making him blush. “No. I-I just thought… Maybe w-we can take a-a look i-i-in the Barrens?” Richie looks at him confused. “Why do you want to splash around in shitty water?” Bill looks up with sad eyes. “I ha-have a theory t-that Gorgeie might have e-ended up there. The st-storm drain ends in t-two paths.” Everyone stays silent.

“W-we don’t-” “Let’s go. Come on guys!” I grab Bills hand dragging him down to the opening of the Barrens. The big cement circle looking more scary up close. “Come on.” He speaks quick stepping in and walking in the hole. Richie shrugs and follows while Stan, Eddie, and I stay put outside.

“That's poison ivy, and that's poison ivy, and that's poison ivy.” Stanley says pointing at different plants surrounding us. “Where? Where's the poison ivy?” I ask leaning in to see the plants. “No where, not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Stanley.” Richie gushes from inside the pipe.

“Ok well I'm starting to get itchy now, and I'm pretty sure this is not good for me.” Eddie says getting panicked. “Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?” Richie asks. “Sometimes, yeah.”

“Then you probably have crabs.” “Ew Richie!” “That's so NOT funny.”

“Aren't you guys coming in?” Bill asks poking a stick through the water. “Uh Huh that's gray water.” Eddie identifies. “What the hell is gray water?” “It's basically piss and shit. So I'm just telling you…”

“You guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee.” Ben finishes off laughing at the situation. I roll my eyes going in with the other two boys.

As I walk over a board a white shoes pops up. “Guys!” I yell out interrupting the bickering. I grab Richie’s stick and pick up the shoe. “Shit. Don't tell me that's…” Stan says leading off the end.

“No. Georgie was wearing galoshes.” Bill says in a low voice. “Who's sneaker is it?” Richie asks. I look on the inside feeling my stomach drop. “It's Betty Ripsoms.”

“Shit! Shit, oh god, oh fuck. I don't like this.” Eddie yells out.

“How do you think Betty feels...Going around these tunnels with only one fucking shoe.” I turn to Richie narrowing my eyes at him.

“What if she's still here?” Stan asks leaving the ominous question in the air.

“We need to leave! My mom will have an aneurysm if she finds out we were playing down here. I'm serious.”

I look over to my friend and see him once again in deep thought. “Bill?” He looks up at me, then back at the shoe. “If I were Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find me. Georgie too.”

“What if I don't want to find them? I mean, no offense, Bill, but I do not want to end up like… I don't want to go missing either.” Eddie states quickly. “He has a point.” Stan agrees shortly after.

“You too?” Bill asks in defeat. “It's summer...We're supposed to be having fun. This isn't funny.

This is scary and disgusting.”

Suddenly a kid washes up out of nowhere. A kid I’ve seen around the town. A kids my brother really hates. The homeschooled kid. He tries to stand, but falls limply. “Holy shit, what happened to you?” Richie asks going over to him.

He’s breathing heavy and he can barely stand. I hold his head up to look at me. His eyes are both beaten, nose bloody, and blood coming from his mouth as well. “Henry got him, and if he’s here they’re close. Get him into town and clean him up quick. If I’m caught by Henry I’m dead. What’s your name?” I ask the boy. He breathes heavily and makes eye contact with me. “Mike. My name is Mike.” I nod looking at the boys. “Take care of Mike. He’s one of us now.” I place my hand on his shoulder and smile at him in which he returns. “Welcome to the Losers Club homeschool.” Richie says lightening the mood.

“I’ll call you tonight to tell you what happened.” Eddie says all professional. “Thanks Eddie! Bye guys!”

I run through the woods passing another tunnel in the process, but unlike the other one this tunnel was filled with screams. Cried of terror from a man.

“Hello?” I ask loudly into the abyss. “Is anyone in here?” The screaming continues making my blood run cold. “Hello? My name is-” “(Y/N) HELP!” the voice screams out. I know that voice. “(Y/n) PLEASE!” I jet into the tunnel. “PATRICK?” I yell as I run through the water. “Where are you?”

“Help me!” His scream becomes closer as I round a corner and as I see the image in front of me I stop completely. Patrick is pinned down by… a clown? He’s ripping at his skin with razor sharp teeth. The same teeth in my dream. Or was it real?

“What the fuck!” I scream gaining the clown’s attention. His yellow glowing eyes meet mine and he becomes limp falling completely off Patrick and disappearing into the water. “Patrick.” I gasp rushing to him. I grab his face in my hands seeing he’s covered in blood. “Come on. Please, you’ve got to help me here.” I get him up and rush him out of the sewers, and into the daylight.

He lays down on the bank and steadies his breathing. “Are you okay?” Patrick looks at me with wide eyes. “Come here.” I walk over to him and by my surprise he pulls me to him completely holding me close. I struggle against him in confusion. “No, please. Please just… stay.” I stop struggling and go limp against him letting him wrap his arms around me. The cold creature showing he does have some sort of a heart.

We sit like this for about an hour. He just hold me in his arms calming his breath. I wiggle away far enough to see his face. He’s covered in blood and fear. “We should get back. You need to get home and clean up.” He says silent. “Patrick are you listening?” I ask grabbing his face. “It wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been real. I didn’t…” He trails off looking at the ground. “Patrick I don’t know what that was, but I saw it too. It was real.” He stares at me in shock. He starts shaking his head frantickly. “No, no, no, no!”

I stand Patrick up and start walking away from our spot. We walk the way to my house, him muttering nonsense to himself about the encounter. We walk in the house and I see Henry passed out on the couch.

I lead Patrick to my room and then into my bathroom. He sits down on my toilet and allows me to clean off his face. I bend over to my bathtub and turn on the water. “Okay, get in.” I say gesturing to the shower. Patrick looks at me confused and still very dazed. “You need to shower. You actually smell like shit.” He huffs smirking slightly. “Wow thanks Bowers.” “Suck a cock Hocksetter.” I lean down to grab a towel form under my sink and when I stand up Patrick is shirtless.

I set the towel on the counter looking over his toned torso in the mirror. “Like what you see?” Patrick speaks breaking me from my trance. I scoff turning away from him. “Disgusted actually.”

I leave the small room and sneak into Henry’s grabbing some clothes for Patrick. As he showers I wait patiently on my bed for him to come out. The shower stops and it isn’t long before he walks out with the towel draped around his slim hips. “Here. these are Henry’s. I’ll wash your clothes so you can wear them tomorrow.” I push Henry's clothes into his arms and switching directions to grab his dirty ones.

Patrick POV:

I slip on the shirt, but the sweat pants seem to be too short so I simply wear the boxers. (Y/n) strides in without a word and goes to the bathroom after grabbing some clothes. The shower turns on and her voice is heard lightly singing a tune. I walk over to her dresser admiring the pictures set up. Her and Henry hugging on each other when they were younger. I trace the wood lining the opening of the drawer having my curiosity take over. I open the first drawer finding socks. Boring. The second I find her delicates. All silk or lace. (Y/n) Bowers. Who would’ve known she’d be such a naughty minx.

Her voice singing the sweetest notes she could reach pulls me in like a siren pulls sailors to death. I grasp the copper knob and silently twist opening the door way enough for my frame to slip through. Her voice continues letting out the smooth notes as if I wasn’t present. I walk closer to the shower curtain and peek through the small space between the curtain and the shower wall. The view of her skin fully on display. My breath catches in my throat and my actions play out faster than my thoughts.

I slide the curtain open revealing myself. (Y/n) shreeks attempting to cover her body, but I grasp her hands pulling them away calmly. I look at her in the eyes shaking my head. I place my hand upon her silky smooth cheek. “You’re beautiful.” I breath out looking down at her in amazement. Her breath in pants making her chest rise and fall quickly.

I look at her breaking my resistance. I lean in planting my lips on hers. She stands still for a few seconds until she wraps her hands around my neck and returns my actions. I pull her against me in a rush, disregarding the water soaking my shirt. I pull away leaving her breathless. She looks at me shocked as I simply exit the door.

(Y/n) POV:

Patrick closes the door leaving me in the running water alone. “What the fuck just happened?” I ask myself completely confused.

I turn the water off and step out looking at myself in the foggy mirror. Patrick Hockstetter just kissed me… while in the shower. What the fuck…

I slide my clothes over my body and take a deep breath before exiting the steamy room. I look over to see Patrick calmly laying down on my bed throwing one of my trinkets up in the air. I shuffle over to my beanbag and curl up with a blanket.

Patrick sits up and looks at me confused. “What are you doing?” “Um… I was planning on going to sleep.” I speak not looking at him. “In that? Don’t you want to sleep in the bed?” How can he be so calm? He’s acting like he didn’t just barge in on my shower and planted a rough one on me!

I shrug standing and making my way over to my bed. “I guess.” Patrick scoots over for me to slide into my covers. I lay down facing away from him. Nothing is said or done. We both just lay in silence. I feel his weight shift and soon after his lanky arms sneak around my waist pulling me flush against him. “Night (Y/n).” He whispers into my ear softly. “Goodnight Pats.” I smile softly enjoying the feel of someone else’s presence. Who would have ever thought it would be Patrick.

Tagged: @blissfully-untitled