#patrick hockstetter is a player

[lavender-vixen]

Please please please do one with Patrick braiding the reader's hair, and she has a crush on him, but he doesn't know. No rush!

i love this <3

you're in science class, watching a film projection about cellular mitosis. the images are flickering, and the old projector equipment hums. someone from the av club had to come help the teacher set it up.

you ran a hand through your long, loose hair, trying to get rid of the tangles. finally, you took out a small comb from your pencil case and began working your way through the tangles. the sun-in you'd sprayed in your hair before school wasn't getting the proper sunlight it needed in this dark classroom.

patrick sat behind you, so uncomfortably close, as most of the desks in the room were crammed in to make space for the projector. you'd never actually spoken to him, but you'd exchanged a few glances in passing. nothing memorable. when you got up to sharpen your pencil at the back of the room, you stole a peek at him.

he looked bored, slouched in his seat, his long legs spread out in front of him, idly fiddling with a pair of scissors.

as you sat in front of him, you could feel his eyes on you. it was hard to explain, but you just knew he was staring. you try to focus on the film, but it's hard with patrick hockstetter sitting right behind you.

his presence was always distracting. he had this aura of trouble. he was all lazy smirks and slouched posture. you'd heard the stories, and seen the way people avoided him in the halls.

suddenly, you felt a slight tug on your hair, just enough to pull you from your thoughts. you froze, your heart skipping three beats.

turning your head, you spotted him holding the pair of shiny scissors, his hand paused midair, a determined look on his face.

"what are you doing?" you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady. the sight of him with scissors so close to your beautiful, long hair sent a chill down your spine.

"relax," he said, grinning like it was the most normal thing in the world. "i wasn't gonna cut it. not yet, anyway."

your jaw dropped, and a mix of indignation and shock rushed through you. before you could respond, he shrugged and brushed your hair toward his desk. "it's all over my space," he said casually.

your hair was long...too long...and practically spilling over the back of your chair, brushing the edge of his desk. silky and neat, like something out of one of those shampoo commercials, and entirely too tempting.

"here, rapunzel, let me fix it," he said.

fix it? before you could process what was happening, you felt his hands in your hair, tugging gently but firmly. he was braiding it. braiding it.

"what are you doing?" you whispered again, feeling a blush creep up your neck. you glanced around, but no one seemed to notice.

"fixing it," he said again, his tone bored but oddly focused.

you blinked in disbelief. "you know how to braid?"

he shrugged. "kinda. tied fishing knots with my dad all the time. same thing."

the tugging at your scalp was rhythmic, almost soothing, and you found yourself relaxing despite yourself. it was...nice. but you refused to let him see that.

"did you do the homework?" he asked suddenly, his voice low. you shivered slightly at how close he was.

"yeah. why?" you asked, your instincts telling you not to trust whatever he was about to say.

"because i didn't," he said bluntly. he held your hair in one hand and rummaged through his backpack with the other, pulling something out. "i'll trade you this fruit roll-up if you let me copy it."

you frowned, crossing your arms. "no."

he leaned in closer, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath against your neck. "c'mon. i'll even promise not to cut your hair."

your heart was pounding now, and you hated that he was getting to you. "fine," you whispered sharply, digging out your notebook and shoving it toward him.

"good girl," he said with a smirk, flipping it open with one hand. "damn, your handwriting is annoying."

you bit your lip, forcing yourself to stay quiet. it was better to ignore him than give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

"here," he said, holding out the fruit roll-up.

"i don't want it," you said quickly, shaking your head.

he shrugged and dropped it on your desk anyway. "take it."

you picked it up and tossed it back at him. “i said, no.”

“whatever.” then, without asking, he picked up here he left off with your hair, finishing the braid.

you glanced at the clock, praying for the class to end, but at the same time, you couldn't deny how good it felt...his hands moving through your hair, the gentle pull at your scalp. it was oddly intimate, and your cheeks burned at the thought.

from across the room, your friend caught your eye, her expression one of complete disbelief. you shrugged helplessly and offered a small, sheepish smile.

when patrick finished, he paused. "what do i tie it with?" he muttered, more to himself. "i could make a knot out of it."

"no, don't do that." you pulled the white, fluffy scrunchie from your wrist and handed it to him. "here."

he held it up, inspecting it like it was some kind of artifact. "what the hell is this?"

"a scrunchie," you said, rolling your eyes.

he tied it around the braid, though not without muttering, "this thing looks dumb."

the teacher's voice cut through the darkness from the front of the room: "mr. hockstetter, if you're done playing beauty shop, perhaps you'd like to join us in taking notes during the film?"

your cheeks flushed, but patrick just shrugged, completely unbothered. "yeah, sure, mr. andrews," he said lazily.

as the teacher turned back to the screen, patrick leaned in close, his voice a whisper against your ear. "he's such an asshole. hey, meet me after next period. i'll give you my calc homework."

you glanced back at him, frowning. his face was inches from yours. "why?"

"because i owe you," he said simply. then, with a smirk, he added, "and i'm generous like that."

after class ended, you gathered your things slowly, heart pounding. you could feel patrick watching you still, his eyes burning a hole in your back.

he brushed past you on his way out, close enough that his shoulder lightly bumped yours. "don't forget," he murmured, low and smooth, before disappearing into the hallway.

your friend melanie rushed to your side immediately. "what the hell was that about?" she hissed, glancing toward the door patrick just exited.

"nothing," you mumbled, though your cheeks betrayed you, flushing hot under her scrutinizing stare.

"that was not nothing. he was braiding your hair. patrick freaking hockstetter. you know what people say about him, right?"

you nodded, trying to dismiss her. "i know. it's fine. he's just...weird."

but even as you said it, you weren't sure you believed it. the memory of his hands in your hair and the way he leaned close still lingered.

after your next class, you were at your locker when you spotted him leaning casually against the wall across the hall. he wasn't looking directly at you, but it was obvious he was waiting.

you considered pretending you didn't see him, but something compelled you to walk over.

"hey," you said awkwardly, clutching your books to your chest.

patrick looked down at you, his smirk sliding into place. "took you long enough," he said, pushing off the wall. he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his back pocket and held it out to you. "here. calc homework. told you i'd give it to you."

you hesitate before taking it, your fingers brushing against his. it was warm, and you pulled back quickly, feeling like you'd just touched a live wire.

"thanks," you mumbled, unfolding the paper. his handwriting was a mess, barely legible scrawls and smudges, but it was there.

"don't thank me yet," he said with a chuckle. "i haven't checked it or anything, but i'm hardly ever wrong."

at lunch, you were sitting with your friends when patrick strolled past your table with henry bowers. he didn't stop, didn't say anything, but he dropped a cherry fruit roll-up onto your tray.

your friends immediately started whispering. "oh my god, what is happening? why is he..." melanie started.

"i don't know!" you whispered back, feeling your face heat up.

later in the hallway, he found you again. "you done copying my homework?" he asked, leaning a little too close.

you nod. "yeah, but i still don't get any of it. i'm screwed for the test."

"good," he said, flashing a grin. "then you'll need my help after school."

"what makes you think i need your help?" you shot back, surprising yourself with the boldness in your voice.

he grinned wider, crooked, clearly amused. "i'm clearly getting a better grade than you."

"uh-huh," you said skeptically, trying to ignore how close he was standing. people were watching as they passed by. "and what's in it for you?"

patrick was already walking away. "bleachers. after school."

against your better judgement, you found yourself walking toward the bleachers after the last bell. patrick was already there, slouched back with his legs stretched out.

"hey," he said, reclining. "thought you'd flake."

"i almost did," you admitted, climbing the steps cautiously.

he pulled his notebook out of his bag, flipping it open. "alright, let's see how shit you really are at this."

the two of you worked through the math problems, but he kept teasing you about your handwriting, the way you wrinkled your nose when you thought to hard, and the fact that you had pencils with your name on them.

you found yourself laughing more than you expected. when the work was done, patrick leaned back again, tossing his pen onto his notebook.

"guess you owe me now." his smirk was back.

you glanced at him, a tiny smile tugging at your lips. "guess i do."

he studied you a moment, his expression unreadable, before speaking. "actually, there's something you could do for me."

your heart skipped. you felt your pulse quicken as another blush crept to your face. "yeah?"

patrick looked across the field at the girl's soccer team warming up with drills then back to you. "you're friends with melanie, right?" he said, tilting his head toward your friend as she did a few stretches on the field, tying the laces on her soccer cleats. "the one who's always staring at me like she's scared or something."

you tilted your head in confusion. "yeah. what about her?"

"think she'd go out with me?" he asked, as if it were a passing thought he'd spoken aloud.

you blinked, stomach dropping. the words hit like a slap, and for a second, all you could do was stare at him.

"you...um, you want me to ask if she's interested?" you said, recovering as best you could, your voice quieter than intended.

"yeah," he said, leaning back again. "she seems...fun."

you forced a smile, even as your chest tightened painfully. "sure. i mean...i'll try."

"'atta girl." he grinned, clearly pleased. he got up, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. his combat boots slammed against the metal bleachers as he jumped down a row. "see ya in chem."

you sat there for a long moment after he was gone, staring down at the finished homework in your lap. you didn't know why you felt so foolish, so crushed. maybe it was the way he smiled when he said her name, or maybe it was the realization that every teasing word, every fleeting moment of attention...it was all just a way to get to her. and you knew for a fact he'd done it on purpose.

you glanced toward the soccer field, where your friend waved to you, and sighed, offering a weak wave back.

patrick hockstetter is a jerk.

[bat-tine]

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Things I Ship and the fandom they’re from:

MLM Ships

- Tomarry (Tom Riddle| Voldemort x Harry Potter) Fandom: Harry Potter

- 457 (Player 001| Hwang In-ho x 456| Seong Gi-hun) Fandom: Squid Games

- Lawlight (Light Yagami x L Lawliet) Fandom: Death Note

- Sonadow (Sonic x Shadow) Fandom: Sonic

- Hankcon (Hank Anderson x Connor|RK800) Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

- Obikin (Anakin Skywalker x Obi-Wan Kenobi) Fandom: Star Wars

- Sebaciel (Sebastian Michaelis x Ciel Phantomhive) Fandom: Black Butler

- Patchie (Patrick Hockstetter x Richie Tozier) Fandom: IT

- Batjokes (Batman| Bruce Wayne x Joker) Fandom: Batman

- Soapghost (Soap|John MacTavish x Ghost|Simon Riley) Fandom: Call of Duty

- GoYuu (Satoru Gojo x Yuuji Itadori) Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

- ChoIta (Choso x Yuuji Itadori) Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

- Hannigram (Hannibal Lector x Will Graham) Fandom: Hannibal

- Rickyl (Rick Grimes x Daryl Dixon) Fandom: The Walking Dead

- Ereri (Eren Jaeger x Levi Ackerman) Fandom: Attack on Titan

- Kyman (Kyle Broflovski x Eric Cartman) Fandom: South Park

- Sasunaru (Sasuke Uchiha x Naruto Uzumaki) Fandom: Naruto

- Creek (Tweek x Craig) Fandom: South Park

- Zukaang (Zuko x Aang) Fandom: Avatar The Last Airbender

WLW

- Wenclair (Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams) Fandom: Wednesday

- Blazamy (Blaze x Amy Rose) Fandom: Sonic

- Serune (Serena Waterford x June Osborn) Fandom: Handmaid’s Tale

- Bellamione (Hermione Granger x Bellatrix Lestrange) Fandom: Harry Potter

- Linny (Luna Lovegood x Ginny Weasley) Fandom: Harry Potter

- Rhaenicent (Rhaenrya Targaryen x Alicent Hightower) Fandom: House of the Dragon

- Jibyeok (Kang Sae-Byeok| 067 x Ji-yeong|240) Fandom: Squid Games

- Needifer (Jennifer x Needy) Fandom: Jennifer’s Body

- Bendy (Bebe Stevens x Wendy Testaburger) Fandom: South Park

- Sakuhina (Hinata x Sakura) Fandom: Naruto

- Mikannie (Mikasa Ackerman x Annie Leonhart) Fandom: Attack on Titan

MLW

Marichat/Adrienette (Ladybug| Marinette Dupen-Cheng x Adrien Agreste|Chat Noir) Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Katanga (Katara x Aang) Fandom: Avatar The Last Airbender

Budo x Ayano Fandom: Yandere Simulator

Taro x Ayano Fandom: Yandere Simulator

Later I will edit this post and link some ff recs! :)) Love you all and good day <3

[yourmamakira]

BOYS GON SOFT

Henry Bowers

Henry develops a crush on a very sparky girl, and everyone can see how soft he's gone, but him.

Black!Fem Reader

Tw: assault, violence, bullying, vulgar language

Henry Bowers has always been aggressive & violent. And those who did get into his pants knew he's wasn’t there for, commitment or a meaningful relationship.

He's never cared about that stuff…Well never until he met you.

For weeks he told himself he didn't like you, over and over how could he fall for a loser like you.

But the day you accidentally bumped into Patrick hocksetter and he nearly murdered his best friend. He knew.

He knew he was in deep, deep, deep deepdeepdeep shit.

YOU! (first person)

I Knew I was a freak, a fucking loser. Nothing but a Pusey bag to fuck and a whore to look at. I mean I wouldn't be suprised. And I’m not.

I've been played more times then I have fingers. I've been bullied, degraded, Abused and sexually assaulted for as long as I've been in derry mein. And I've been here my whole life. I don’t really know why I’m treated like this. Maybe it’s because of my skin color, anyone here that’s not 100% Caucasian is considered a slur. Or maybe it’s the roomers Greta Keen Spread About me in the 5th grade, about how I shagged the whole Baseball-team.

Which is absurd for someone who was my age and not even the teachers believed me. And none of the players denied the claims, only making my hatred burn brighter.

It wasn't until Monday. June 2nd, when I was having the shitist day of my entire fucking life, that I realized how much of a fuck up I really was.

I had just gotten into an argument with my so called father about how much of a so called slut I was. When in reality the most I've done is kissed a guy. Not even that. My father had accused me of sneaking out and stealing his liquor, accusing me of getting pregnant and aborting the baby. Telling me I’m the reason my mother left…when in reality he’s the reason bc he’s a two face back stabbing man whore alcoholic fuck up father.

And on top of that, I had just started my period, so I was in immense pain. And on FUCKING TOP OF ALL THAT. I just HAD to be a cluz and bump into the Patrick Hocksetter. Derry's very own Psychic Most likely 98% murderer. But somthing weird happend.

I was left alive and defended by his best friend, Henry fucking bowers.

I don't know what was weirder.

The clown I saw that day, or Being defended by the Henry bowers. Either way. They both caught me off guard.

3rd person pov: Monday, 6.2.81

"Well FUCK YOU DAD"

The girl screamed at her self proclaimed Father. But she liked to call him a wannabe dad behind his back.

"Just fucking wait till you get ho–"

She didn't even let him finish his sentence, she cut him off with the car door, slamming it in his face, gripping her backpack straps closer to her shoulder as she made her way into the school clutching her aching stomach.

She would deal with her father later.

She was not in the mood, she was more bitchy then usual today and on top of her bitch ass father she had to deal with. She had to deal with her period, which caused loads of unnecessary stress and pain.

She walked into the school, avoiding the sweaty teens and horny boys cat calling her everywhere she went. Curse that stupid fucking roomer.

She scoffed as she took out her walkmen she got a few Christmases back and pulled the headphones over her head. She looked down at her walkmen re winding the tape finding her favorite stress relapsing song. Her head stayed down for a few seconds. That was her first mistake.

The song didn't even play for 10 seconds before her headphones were knocked off her head and she was knocked to the floor.

She groned and looked up about to go off but stopped out of fear as she was faced with the back of the Patrick HOCKSTETTER.

His back was slumped and his knives that he always carried around was a skew on the floor.

She scooted back scrambling to her feet as quickly as possible.

She was about to start apologizing when she was Grabbed harshly by the neck. The gasps around them went unnoticed by the captured Girl. His grip grew tighter as he raised his head.

She griped the wrists that held onto her attempting to pull them off.

She raised her head to face Patrick’s seething one, right in-front of hers. His hot breath came in contact with her nostrils and she tried hard not to gag at his horrid breath and his stench taking over her face.

"You got a death wish, Slut?" He spat out lowly, so only she could hear.

She out of pure fear and stun didn't anwser him. Second mistake.

She was like a deer caught in headlights, to afraid to move or speak. She would've snapped back with something snarky, but as much as she hated her life. This was one of the worse ways to die.

He shook the girl, hitting her head on the wall once more. She let out a loud grone. That was definitely going to hurt later.

"Anwser me Whore!" He spoke loudly catching the attention of the other kids in the hall way who stared out of fear FOR the small girl he had got this time.

When she didn't anwser he got upset. He cocked his fist back and started for her face. She clenched her eyes shut and flinched back making an attempt to protect herself. But it was useless.

‘ Patrick hocksetter was going to beat me to death.’ She prepared for the hurt but it never came.

She kept her eyes closed as she was relased and placed gently back on her feet.

She slowly opened her eyes to find Patrick at knife point by his best friend, Henry Bowers.

Through her loud and fidget breaths she couldn't pick up any words they exchanged, all she could hear was the ending of his sentence.

"–ch her again, and You're Dead."

She was stunned.

‘ was he talking about me ? He couldn't be. Of course he was talking about me stupid ! ‘

Henry dropped his best friend and threw the knife to the ground with a huff, he spun around glaring at everyone and anything, they all restored back to what they were doing before, not wanting to risk getting beat to death by bowers.

The girl stayed in her spot, stunned at what just happened. Her life was just saved…by Him?..

She hadn’t noticed he was right in-front of her until he spoke.

“Hey? You okay Doll?”

She snapped out of her trance and gulped fearfully, she quickly spoke up not wanting to anger him. She was in too much of a daze to be in her sparky attitude. She was all together still stunned, her Sas had been put on pause

“Oh Yes..Yes I am..” speaking to him was…much more easier then she imagined..he’s more calm and he’s actually speaking to her without calling her any sorts of derogatory remarks.

He smiled a little bit and Her heart did a back flip. She stared at his smile and couldn’t help but smile back.

He moved closer and out of instinct her smile vanished and she moved backwards. Could he blame her.

His face dropped and she thought she has angered him. She shook in her spot as she let out a shaky sigh. She moved closer to him and stood infront of him.

“I’m sorry if I upset you, I…I just don’t like…I don’t like being close to anyone. Not just you. It’s a social thing…”

She explained carefully. She wasn’t lying to him, and he knew that too. She hated being close to people. She hated contact with anyone and she preferred being 6 feet at all times.

He had no idea why she was being so considerate today, usually when he would hear her and see she was yelling, screaming and beating people up and being her sparky self…maybe she was sick.

He smiled again and chuckled. “It’s alright princess, you ain’t hurt my feelings. I ain’t a sissy.”

Now it was her turn to smirk, “huh, I would’ve never guessed”

‘ there she is ‘ he thought with a grin.

He laughed and got up close to her, this time she didn’t move. He leaned down to her face and smirked, he pushed her a bit and she stumbled back with a laugh.

That very laugh made Henry Stop in his tracks to just admire. Stop to admire. Just stop. To admire Her.

Something he has never in his life ever done before. He had no idea what this feeling was, but in a way he despised it, he hated it with a burning ember. But In another way it was like a drug, an addiction he didn’t want to get rid of, a bug that sound like a fly but looks nothing less then a butterfly.

He scoffed before walking away.

“Hey!” She called after him.

But he didn’t stop to respond, he just held up the bird and went on, still with that giddy Smirk on his face.

She smiled with a laugh and turned around to pick up her walk men. She put it on and switched on her music.

She strutted down the hall way, unaware she had just gained protection from the biggest storm in Derry.

[anubisandco]

Chapter one: You're not a dog

Patrick Hockstetter x OC (Delilah Huggins)

Summary:

Patrick didn't know what she was, and He hated it. Delilah Huggins was something he couldn't figure out, He hated her. He hated the way she made his chest feel. Delilah didn't know a single thing about Patrick, nothing substantial at least. But she wanted to know him, everything about him.

Someone has to lose the game. The game that Patrick was very good at cheating at.

~~~

At first, it had bothered her, The heavy feeling of his eyes on her all the time. It took a while to realize that Patrick just liked to watch, his gaze was usually cold and distant, his dark brown eyes filled with nothing not even hatred. Just simply uncaring, But he watched her every move nonetheless. 

Reggie had warned her ahead of time but Delilah didn’t actually understand what he meant until she had met Patrick in the school parking lot. She saw him lurking around Reggie’s usual parking spot, He reminded her of a spider. Long, and gangly he had the same spooky feeling as well. She could feel his eyes the moment she climbed out of the Trans am, his empty smile greeted her. He flicked his lighter open and closed, open and closed, open and closed. 

He never said a word to her as they stood in the parking lot listening to Henry yell at any student passing by, she watched the crowd thin as people made their way inside the brick building and tried to ignore Patrick at the same time. 

She shivered when she felt him standing behind her, his breath warm on her neck competing with the summer breeze. Even after Reggie very aggressively told him to knock it off, Patrick walked her to her locker and then to class. He flirted with her the entire time, and she couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. 

As the weeks went by He’d climb through her window and watch as she lay on her floor finishing her assignments, he never once took off his dirty black boots, even when he lay on her white bedspread. Patrick would lay in the same spot anytime he came over, his hands behind his head and he’d stare until he got bored. 

After a while, he’d make a big deal about the silence and get up, she barely paid attention as he stepped over her in those dirty boots to her record player. The one her mom gave her for her birthday like three years ago, Delilah would, in turn, watch him as he dug through her music collection until he found something he didn’t hate, which was hard to do. 

She’d sit up at this point in the night and close her notebooks and smile as he made himself at home on her floor next to him. 

“ This one again?” Her voice was playful and quiet, His only answer was to pinch her thigh and close his eyes. 

She couldn’t even remember where she got this record, maybe from her parents' garage before she had moved to Derry, the classical music was heavy in the room, and the disk hadn’t had a case when she took it. Delilah couldn’t understand why Patrick liked this one so much, he picked it almost every time. 

The summer breeze was hot like her blowdryer as it came through her open window, the white lace curtains she’d hung up moved with it. He had a habit of leaving the window open whenever he came through it. Delilah complained every time but he’d smile at her and she’d forget why she hated it so much. 

“D’you ever get bored of this place?” He asked, in his usual Patrick way, Delilah wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to understand where his head was at. He was so back and forth, he’d say one thing and then the opposite the very next moment. 

“ What do you mean?” She opened her notebook again trying to pick up where she’d left off on her math homework, His back was against her bed. “ Like Derry or this house?” 

Patrick looked up at her poster-covered ceiling, he had read them all at least twelve times over by now, his eyes landed on the same one every time. The Alice in Wonderland poster she had pinned right above her pillows, the Cheshire cat sat lazily on a tree branch smiling down at helpless little Alice, the woods around them were dark and swirly. 

“ Either, both, anything.” 

“ No, not really it’s all new to me still.” Delilah shrugged as she erased a stray pencil mark, “ But New York was definitely better.” She said decidedly. Her parents were supposed to move down in January with her, but then plans changed and it had been March. March came and went and now they didn’t even bother to give her a month. 

She didn’t hate living with her Aunt and Reggie, but it never felt like home, it felt like a sleepover. You could never really get comfortable. 

He grabbed onto a stray lock of hair twirling it in his fingers, he pulled on it just a little bit not enough to hurt but she could feel it. 

“ You know the longer you’re here the less likely you are to leave.” He whispered, her eyes met his. Delilah had no reply to this, She knew all the rumors about Patrick. It was hard not to hear them when that’s all anyone at school could talk about, even Reggie had to tell her all about him. 

He’d never been mean to her, he’d never tried to hurt her. But listening to the stories she couldn’t help but let her mind wander that direction. This could have been a threat, but her heart was telling her it wasn’t. He wouldn’t. 

But he really would. 

“ I don’t believe you.” She said and went back to her homework,  one quick glance at her clock told her it was almost time for Patrick to slither back out of her window. She never told him to leave because he wouldn’t, you couldn’t tell Patrick to do anything when you did he took it as a challenge. But he always left around the same time every night, eleven thirty-five give or take. 

Delilah used to complain about that too, how tired she would be in the morning He’d laugh at her and continue to make himself comfortable, it became a part of her routine. Some nights he’d come and others he wouldn’t, She never asked where he was when he didn’t come over. It didn’t feel right to ask that sort of question, they weren’t together and it didn’t matter if they were anyway, he didn’t like to answer questions. 

For everyone knowing so much about him they really knew very little about who he was, Patrick was a mystery he wouldn’t let anyone solve. 

She was sure Reggie knew he came over by now, but he never said anything to her about it, after he had his conversation with her about how he felt about the whole situation Reggie said nothing more on the topic. He wasn’t her father and he knew that, sure he’d keep an eye on her because he knew what kind of guy Patrick was but he had no authority to tell her that she couldn’t see him. 

People at school had noticed right away how Patrick treated her, Delilah was his new person of interest and that meant she was off limits. 

He’d slither up next to her when the Trans am would pull into the school parking lot, his arm would find its way around her shoulders. Which must have been a sight in itself, Patrick was tall and thin like a toothpick, and Delilah was short and thick. Her mother used to describe her as a pear, it used to bother her until it didn’t anymore. She never said a word to him about the way he’d touch her, choosing the route of ignoring him, and maybe just maybe he’d get bored. 

Delilah after a while wasn’t sure if she wanted him to get bored, it was wrong he was one of her cousins' friends, and maybe a creep. But there was something so alluring about Patrick, like a black cat on Halloween. 

The only time they were alone was in her bedroom late at night, any other time it was a crowded hallway or with the boys. 

It was a chilly Monday morning Delilah stood by her open locker flipping through textbooks, her tights were slightly itchy and she had forgotten her coat. She already knew without looking at the clock that she’d be late for first period. 

“Delilah.” Patrick’s voice was thick as usual, the way he said her name instead of hello made her heart to a back flip in her chest. He never said good morning to her, never said hello. He’d start every conversation with her name, sometimes he’d drag it out other times he’d purr like a cat. 

She didn’t look up this time as she continued to flip through her work. 

“Morning Patrick.” 

“ You wore my favourite skirt.” 

She looked down at the little black skirt she wore, it was totally not up to the dress code sitting high on her thighs, which is why she wore the tights. It wasn’t anything special, something she’d owned for years never thinking about. When she met his gaze he was smiling at her, he leaned casually on the locker next to hers. 

“ I didn’t know.” She offered with a shrug, this was the game they played, Delilah would act as if she didn’t care when they both knew it was a lie. 

“ Makes your ass look nice.” He leaned closer to her, another thing she noticed quickly was just how little he cared about personal space. Delilah rolled her eyes closing her locker. She shoved her work into her backpack, when she held it out to him she didn’t expect for him to actually take it. But he did. 

“ Jeez Patrick you sure know how to romance a girl.” She scoffed brushing past him, her arm touching his chest as she went. She hadn’t made it two steps before he already caught up, his long legs making it impossible to outrun him. Patricks' arm found its usual place around her shoulders, his thick coat sleeve was rough against the back of her neck. 

They walked down the empty hall toward her first class of the day, she wasn’t sure of his schedule but he always seemed to be waiting for her after her classes no matter where or when they were.  

“Admit it, you like it.” He had her backpack over his other shoulder, “It turns you on.” 

“Don’t be gross.” 

“That’s like asking a dog to stop barking babe.” 

Delilah could do nothing but roll her eyes in that moment, unsure of what else to say to him. To be fair she never quite knew what to say to him, having a conversation with him was like taking a toddler to get shots at the doctor's office. Most of the time he'd dodge you or simply ignore you, other times it was impossible to get him to shut up. 

He mostly did the second one when Henry was around, he liked to get on his nerves. Nothing made Patrick happier than seeing Henry red like a tomato, yelling terrible words. 

She stopped at her classroom door and he quite literally dropped her bag, she winced at the sound of everything inside hitting the floor. 

He didn’t stop walking only turned around to face her as he continued on his way, Delilah knew he wasn’t going to whatever class he was supposed to be in right now. She was never really sure where Patrick went and she was certain she didn't wanna find out. 

“ I’ll see you after class Patrick.” She bent down to pick up her backpack, He smiled his toothy grin, his cold eyes locked on hers. 

“Delilah.” 

~~~

When the thin wooden door opened after the bell rang, she was greeted with the sight of Patrick leaning casually against the wall across from it, his long black coat was an ink stain on the drab cream wall behind him. 

Reggie had just got done hissing something in his ear by the time she reached them through the sea of people. Her cousin seemed tense, which was normal when he was around Patrick. 

Reggie was a tall kid for his age, he was thick too but unlike Delilah, his was mostly muscle from working on his car and often times his mom's too. He was by no means a scary kid though, the way he held himself told everyone he wasn’t really the threat they thought he was, sure he could kick ass when he needed to. Or wanted to for that matter. But he was always gonna be the last one to throw a punch, he hated fighting and always had. 

It was always a mystery to Delilah how he got mixed up with Henry and Vic, someone like him was meant to be the hero. 

Growing up Delilah had always been the one to get into fights in school, and Reggie would always be the one to bail her out. He was her best friend. 

“ What’s going on?” She asked cocking her head, she had to speak a little louder in the hallway with all the voices echoing around them. 

“ Your Rottweiler got out of its yard.” Patrick drawled crossing his arms over his chest but didn’t get off the wall, his eyes traced her body then flicked over to her cousin when he added, “ We all know just how much I love dogs.” 

Vic had made a joke a few days ago about Reggie being her guard dog of sorts, something Patrick clearly hasn’t forgotten. The warning he gave hit home as Reggie took a step back the frown still on his face. The rumor about the fridge and all the missing pets jumps to her mind. 

“He’s more of a retriever.” Delilah shrugged walking in the general direction of the lawn, not caring to be in the middle of their pissing match this time. The sound of Patrick laughing followed her. 

Reggie grumbled something to him before catching up to her. 

“ Mom’s gonna be gone tonight I invited Henry and Vic over.” He told her gently, and with a much different demeanor than he had moments ago. “ You don't have to stay.” Reggie really was all bark and no bite. She smiled at the thought. 

“ If you’re ordering Pizza I’ll stay.” She offered, in reality, she didn’t mind hanging around the boys, sure Henry wasn’t her favourite person in the world, and she was far from his. But all in all they weren’t too bad, unless you were one of the freshmen or literally anyone else. 

“ Deal, Vic’s gonna bring over some movies too.” 

~~~

“ What would I be?” 

The sound of Patrick's voice startled her, Delilah had been painting her fingers and toes in her room, the door was closed but the sound of the three boys downstairs could still be heard, and she dropped the brush. 

Her window had been closed but not locked, He was halfway in when he had spoken. For someone as tall as he was his silence was terrifying. 

Delilah was Screaming before she could process anything, but his hand covered her mouth before she could really make any noise.

“ No, Delilah.” He whispered he smelled like fire and something she couldn’t explain, his skin was softer than she thought it’d be. His hand left her face but didn’t go far, it rested on her bent knee, she’d been painting her toes when he scared her, and the nice pastel blue was now all over the carpet. 

 Her eyes were still wide, his face just inches from hers, he scanned her face waiting for an answer to his previous question. 

“ W-What?” 

“ What would I be, if Belch is a Retriever, what am I?” 

Oh. 

She hadn’t even thought about that since it had happened, she couldn’t help but wonder why it was so important to him. She just stared at him for a while, he barely even blinked. Patrick would wait all night if that’s what it took, he’d get his answer. 

Henry downstairs laughed very loudly at something Vic said causing Reggie to tell him to shut up, their movie could be heard in the silent room. The breeze caused her to shiver a little. He tilted his head to the right. 

“ You’re not a dog.” She offered quietly, “ You’re like a cat. Why?” her question would go unanswered, he broke their eye contact to pick up the bottle of nail polish he looked at it for a long moment. 

“ I like the blue.” 

“ Thanks.” 

He sat back away from her, not far his knee touched her leg still because he had to. He still wore the clothes he was in at school but his jacket was long gone, there was mud on his shoes and on the bottom of his pant legs. He’d been in the woods. 

Patrick set the small bottle back on the book she’d been using as a flat surface, So he was staying for a while then. Delilah picked up the brush and began to finish painting her toes, it was strange that she didn’t even really feel him there anymore, her body wasn’t on edge like it had been when he first started hanging around. 

In fact she sorta liked him being around, the move to Derry had been harder than she would have liked to admit to anyone, even Reggie. Patrick coming around and staying was one steady thing she didn’t know she’d have. 

She’d finished the first coat and was about to begin the second when he spoke. 

“You’re not a dog.” He paused and she stopped moving, the brush hovering over her pinky, “ Or a cat, I don’t know what you are and I don’t like it.” 

It wasn’t often that Patrick offered up things like that, he rarely said anything of substance, a gross joke or comment. Something disturbing or even just making fun of some of the younger kids at school. 

She looked at him through her lashes, afraid that if she’d make eye contact she’d realize she was dreaming. His already dark eyes were pitch black in the light of her lamp, She once had asked Reggie if Patrick was always a starer. He simply laughed and nodded as if it was some sort of joke she didn’t understand. 

Patrick was always the last one to break eye contact, like a contest of sorts. 

“ I’m sorry.” Delilah didn’t know what to say to him, most of the time she didn’t know what to say to him, he always took her words. 

“ Don’t” He stood up quickly startling her again, she put the brush back in the bottle and watched him as he moved back to the window, she was afraid he was leaving already, like she’d ruined it. 

Delilah was taken by surprise when he instead closed her window with a dull thud, cutting off the strangely cold breeze. She’d been freezing but she hadn’t said anything knowing he wouldn’t care, the tank top she wore to bed had done nothing against the Derry night air. Of course, he’d noticed her shivering, the goosebumps on her arms, it was strange for him to do something about it. 

She almost told him he could take his shoes off. Almost. 

“ I should go downstairs.” He turned back to her with his shit-eating grin, his mood taking a sudden turn after his almost serious conversation, “ Say hi to Belch.”

“ Patrick he’ll kill you if he sees you come from my room.” Delilah stands too, painting her nails long forgotten. 

His smile only widened as he pushed past her, his shoulder hitting hers on his way past her. Patrick opened her bedroom door and she could only watch as he stepped out into the hallway and looked around. 

“ C’mon Delilah.” He held out his hand for her, she looked from his open palm to his face. Just when she thought she was finally getting to know just who he was Patrick would throw a curve ball. She grabbed a jacket from her bed and set her hand in his, He held on tight as he marched down the stairs into the living room. 

Whatever joke Vic had been making about the shitty horror movie they had on died on his lips as he caught sight of Patrick and her on the stairs together. The soda can in his hand lowered from his mouth which hung open. 

Reggie turned around in his chair to see what he was watching. Delilah wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him stand up so fast before. The paper plate with his slice of pizza fell to the floor with a wet thump. Even Henry was at a loss for words, his eyebrows melted into a frown easily. 

“ What the fuck?” Henry was the first one to speak. 

“ Delilah!” Reggie's voice was loud, she dropped Patrick's hand at the sound. She wasn’t afraid of him, but she also didn’t wanna make him mad, this was Reggie after all. She stepped around Patrick to stand between him and everyone else. Vic took a small drink of his soda eyes flicking between an absolutely irate Reggie and a grinning Patrick. 

“What is he doing here, When did he even get here?” Reggies fired off question after question, “ Why was he in your room?” He made his way closer. 

“I’ve been nice to her Reg.” Patrick’s voice was sickly sweet, using the nickname Delilah had given her cousin years ago.

“ Shut up Patrick!” Delilah threw over her shoulder, sometimes she hated him she really did. “Reggie, nothing happened he’s just weird, I didn’t invite him over, even if I did nothing was gonna happen.” She directed these words at her cousin, His eyes narrowed. 

“ Something could have happened.” 

“ Patrick.” Her voice was another warning, if he kept it up she’d kick his ass before Reggie even got the chance. 

“ Delilah you know how I feel about it.” Reggie wouldn’t even look at Patrick now, “ He’s a sicko.” 

“ Yeah, we’ve covered that. But I've discovered he’s very persistent when he wants to be.” She took a step closer to Reggie crossing her arms over her chest, Her voice got quieter her eyes jumped to Henry and Vic who watched quietly. She could tell Henry was waiting for a fight to break out ready to jump in, it didn’t matter that he didn’t care. Henry was always willing to throw hands. Vic watched with a more worried look on his face, he would be the one to try and de-escalate the situation if need be. 

“ Listen, Reggie, I’m smart I’d kick his ass if he tried anything I didn’t like. You know I can handle myself.” He watched her his shoulders dropped letting go of the tension just a little bit. 

She was right and he knew it, Delilah was strong and more than capable. Reggie always saw her as someone he had to take care of just like his mom, they were his two favourite people and the fact that someone like Patrick and weaseled his way into her life bothered him like nothing else. 

He’d seen how Patrick treated any of the girls he’d been with before, the list was long and it always ended with someone, always the girl getting hurt in some way or another. Reggie would be damned if he’d let it happen to his cousin. 

“ It’s not you, I’m worried about.” He watched Patrick over her head, the tall boy smiled and waved a little. He knew what he was doing, and Reggie wasn’t sure just how far he’d go with this thing of his. With a guy like him, no one knew where it’d end. 

Delilah smiled and shook her head. 

“ Can we all just sit down and finish this movie?” She asked looking to Vic for help, He nodded and sat back down turning to the tv that had previously been forgotten. “ You and I can talk later Reg.” She offered knowing she’d dodge the conversation for as long as possible. 

Whatever was going on with her and Patrick she wasn’t really ready to talk about, with anyone for that matter. 

She felt Patrick move to stand close behind her, his breath on her neck. 

[prpfz]

Hiya! 🕊 I'm a 21+ semi-lit to literate role-player casting a wide net for some of my favorite horror series with dying fandoms. As long as I can play as my favorite characters I welcome all OC's and crossover content. I also love AUs, multi-muse plots, and I prefer chatting OOC in between replies to keep me invested.

Below are all the characters I play. Over DMs I can give more information about possible ships, AUs, and plot ideas.

📞 Black Phone - Al Shaw(The Grabber), Max Shaw, Vance Hopper and Gwen Blake.

🎈It (2017) - The entirety of the Bower's Gang. Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, Reginald Huggins, and lesser known book characters.

🪲 BeetleJuice - BeetleJuice- especially with AUs from the original script. (No BeetleBabes. I have nothing against it but I've gotten really bored with it in past RPs.)

🔪Child's Play - Chucky (Charles Lee Ray) but AU heavy with strong preference to human portrayal. Eddie Caputo, Andy Barclay, Glen and Glenda Tilly.

🍽 Texas Chainsaw Massacre - All of the original Sawyer brothers (Nubbins, Chop Top, Drayton) but particularly Leatherface (Jedidiah) himself. I follow the original timeline and ignore the remakes but I have a soft spot for Eddie "Tex" Sawyer.

Dead dove content is to be expected. The triggers present in the original series are likely to carry over to the role-plays. In particular I'd love to have some toxic relationships and someone open to writing smut. Bring me your most deranged characters or unwilling victims caught up in a killer's obsession!

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[fear-and-delight-l]

GENDERSWAPPED!LOSERS

HERE WE GO 

JILLIAN DENBROUGH 

-Jill is very avid about getting her sister, Georgia back. Well, at least the killer anyways. 

-Jill has never finished any of her writing, until she is an adult. 

-aRTiSt??

-Jill gives hugs hugs hugs!!!

-everyone wants her hugs. 

-ok, Jill is very sexually confused. Bradley Marsh is good looking...but so is McKenna Hanlon with her pink lipstick and her always good looking pigtails....then there is Sarah Uris, who is so cute with her blonde/brown curls and her little cheerleading outfit. 

-suffers from stuttering simp disorder 

-simp simp simp

-simp? Yes. 

-ok but I think she would like Plastic Hearts by Miley Cyrus lmao

-FLANNEL GODDESS!!! Has flannels in so many colors. 

-”R-R-Riley, stop m-making fun of m-my j-j-jorts.” 

-oh yeah. She is rocking the jean shorts. They either go to around her knees or near the middle of her thighs. 

-shoulder length brown hair. Screams bisexual. 

RILEY TOZIER

-just gonna put this out there, take it as you will, but her glasses make her look like a fish. Her eyes are HUGE 

-goddess or (what is a non-binary god? Godthem?) of dad jokes. But not the corny kind. The kind of dad jokes that include sleeping with him and “riding him like a horse.” 

-”so not fucking funny.” -Edith Kaspbrak, who’s dad isn’t even present in her life.  -yeah, bisexual.  -sexual for Edith Kaspbrak.  -And Sarah Uris

-And Bradley Marsh

-and Jill Denbrough 

-and Brenna Hanscom

-and Patrick Hockstetter (she regrets this. But when Patrick isn’t chasing her with Bowers and Criss and Huggins, she likes to notice that Patrick is definitely good looking)

-crazy wavy hair. Seriously, she wears it in a pixie cut, and it is CRAZY. But she help Bradley cut away his mullet. 

-the friendship dynamic between Riley Tozier and Bradley Marsh is UNSTOPPABLE!

-plays softball with Jill. She is pitcher, and damn is she good. (Jill plays third base, for reference)

-the girls on the softball team sort of like her, sort of not. She’s a loser, and they don’t like her because everyone thinks she’s queer.  -still a trash mouth 

-still a smartass 

-Rildeth? Edithley? Redith?

BRADLEY MARSH

-all right, here we go. 

-POWER BISEXUAL

-He came out to Riley, and Riley came out to him. 

-daddy issues  

-daddy issues

-daddy issues

-anyways, Bradley had a mullet that his dad made him wear, and when Riley helped him cut it....freedom!

-when he and the other losers are going to the quarry, he likes to help McKenna pick flowers so Sarah will have some to turn into flower crowns  

-is totally charmed by Jill  Denbrough. He is a simp for how charming she is. Bravery, art...

-Bradley also likes to draw. 

-Brenna may be totally smitten with him....

-Bradley is the same age as all the other losers, but the losers all see him as older. 

-hates his father, feels weak around him. 

-he and Riley often share cigarettes. (I love the friendship dynamic here.)

-Bradley has little freckles, and when he and Brenna get together as adults, Brenna likes to kiss all of them. 

-Bradley loves to hang with Sarah, and she is such a sweetie. She gets annoyed, but when she is around Bradley, she is calm. 

-Bradley likes to put his arm around Sarah, ALWAYS

-I’m in love

SARAH URIS 

-WE LOVE OUR JEWISH CHEERLEADER LESBIAN

-yes, Sarah Uris is cheer captain. The other cheerleaders are skeptical of her, but treat her ok nonetheless. 

-Sarah Uris is a softie who will tell you to fuck off. 

-bridwatcher. Sarah loves her birds. She likes to sit with Jill. Jill draws birds while Sarah quietly talk about the birds. 

-Brenna loves to play with her curls, braiding them and doing fun styles with them with the help from McKenna. 

-sundresses one day, shorts and a shirt the next. 

-her hair is so nice! Think...classic curls. Google for reference. 

-the cheerleaders don’t go to track meets or softball games. So, since Brenna and Edith are both in track and Jill and Riley are softball players, she goes in her own cheerleading outfit, and even snags one for McKenna, (who isn’t a cheerleader.) and they both cheer at track and softball. 

-must I remind you that Jill is a simp for BOTH OF THEM. AND BRADLEY?? HE CHEERS THEM ON TOO.

-one time Bradley actually got into a cheerleading skirt??!!

-anyways, back to Sarah.  -she loves to give everyone kisses before leaving. Here’s how she gives them:

Jill: cheek kiss, runs a hand through her hair.  Edith: takes Edith’s face in her hands and kisses her nose. Edith sometimes backs up a little when she feels a little panicky about germs, but always accepts Sarah’s kiss.  Bradley: forehead. She ruffles his hair, and sometimes, Bradley kisses her chin as she is kissing his forehead.  McKenna: near her lips. Like, the corner of her mouth. 🥺 Brenna: cheek kiss. She holds brenna’s chin while kissing her.  Riley: straight on the lips. Or the forehead if you song ship stozier. -ok, I am a huge fan of Sarah+Riley....but then there is Edith. Poly??? Possibly 

-anyways, Sarah loves to make flower crowns and put them in bradley’s hair. 

-she and Brenna are very close. If Sarah isn’t next to Bradley, or has Riley’s arm around her shoulders, she is with Brenna, either holding her hand or showing her stuff about plants or birds. She gives Brenna constant praise about the barrens 

-very grumpy a lot.

BRENNA HANSCOM

ok, Brenna is straight. I didn’t change that.  -Brenna thinks constructively, and is a visual learner. Constantly thinks about the future. 

-ok, she is so so so sweet. Likes to wear this cute pink skirt, but only around the losers. 

-POETRY

-She loves to read and wrote poetry. It’s so cute I just can’t aaaah-

-ok, so she’s on the track team. Edith convinces her in 10th grade. 

-HAIR CLIPS! she has them in her hair, and tons extra in her backpack. 

-Bradley loves it when Brenna plays with his hair and puts clips in it. 

-she and Bradley are very good friends. 

-she may be straight, but isn’t uncomfortable when Sarah holds her hand or Riley talks about her gay situation or when Jill tells her she’s pretty. She just isn’t gay but she loves and supports her gay friends. She even kissed McKenna in a game of spin the bottle

-poor baby has body insecurities...

-ugh, she hates Henry Bowers. But she loves ice cream! She likes vanilla because it’s sweet and plain. 

-when they have sleepovers, everyone always has a disc of New Kids on the Block to play for her (AAA!)

-Riley literally swore to protect her. Even though Riley’s sarcasm can be demeaning, she trusts her. 

-Brenna Hanscom, a sweetie that will fight for you.

McKenna Hanlon, the badass vegan who definitely has WAP. 

-ok, I didn’t change her race, she is still black. 

-McKenna is a sign of hope. Everyone feels so uplifted around her. 

-she has this signature pink lipstick she wears everyday the Greta Bowie makes fun of, but she still wears it. 

-she loves bubblegum. McKenna has it ALL THE TIME. 

-inspiration? Yes. She is a goddess. 

-ok, she is so nice, but that gun she has? Pennywise doesn’t stand a chance. McKenna is a fighter. 

-McKenna has these cute little pig tails that she wears with purple ribbons. Jill loves to listen to her talk. 

-definitely the least insane of all the losers, but girl knows how to have fun!

-not a huge smoker, but occasionally will share one with Bradley. 

-the friendship between McKenna and Bradley is impeccable. They are a badass duo. 

-I don’t know what her sexuality is. She definitely doesn’t. Although she and Jill got caught making out in a closet. They said it was no strings attached....suspicious.

-she is indeed vegan. She just has a special love for animals and can’t bring herself to eat them. She isn’t protesting everyone to go vegan, she just eats how she wants. She occasionally slips and goes for ice cream though😉

-at the rock war, after she recovered a little from Bowers, SHE BEAT HIS ASS!

-my queen, gosh I love her!

-she is so much fun to be around. One time, in the barrens, she installed a swing so she could sit in somethin because Riley and Edith and Sarah are always in the hammock together. (It’s bound to break). 

-need a therapist? She’s ya girl. 

EDITH!!

-ok, so this looks very soft girl, but Edith is fiery!  -her mom makes her worry a lot about disease and what not, but her anxiety about what her mom may do is worse. 

-seriously, she is scared of her mother. She doesn’t even know if her sickness are real. 

-anyways, don’t fuck with her. She will bite you. 

-no seriously, she will bite you. One time in a fight with Hockstetter, she bit him. She was worried she might have gotten something in her mouth, but Sarah calmed her down.  -she may bicker with Riley, but really, she loves her. Her and her stupid glasses, 

-anyways, she is a sweetie. She runs track, but as long as Riley is waiting on the sidelines with her inhaler at the end, she is alright. 

-someone give this girl a hug. 

-internalized homophobia towards herself. 

-she and Bradley are good, they just aren’t as close. Edith is closest with Jill. 

-Edith looks up to Jill, big time. 

-Edith hates her mom very very much. 

-she wears cute little tops with shorts or skirts. Occasionally she will wear overalls. 

-fuck greta Bowie campaign? Yeah, Edith started it.

-Fanny pack! She has an extra pair of glasses for Riley, Bobby pins for Sarah, an extra pen or pencil for Jill, a mini stick of Bradley’ favorite deodorant, hair clips for Brenna, and McKenna’s favorite bubblegum. 

-Riley calls her Eds. She hates it because it sounds like a boy name. She hates it even more when Riley calls her Eddie. 

-kisses tears away. Crying? She will kiss your cheeks and wipe those tears away. She did that when Brenna got cut by Bowers. 

-inhaler? Yes. It’s her little beacon of safety. 

-ice cream and comic books with Riley, bird watching and flower crowns with Sarah are her favorites! 

-doesn’t know her sexual preference, she’s just not straight. 

-butterflies always land on her when she’s outside. One landed on her nose once and Riley and Sarah started rock-paper-scissoring for who got her. (That was long forgotten since Riley is a sore loser.)

-my baby has long hair is very slight waves. It goes down to her breasts. 

-likes to wear Jill’s Flannels. 

-OK SHE IS SO CUTE IN A PAIR OF BAGGY JEANS AND A TANK TOP, WEARING SOMEONE’S JACKET OMG

-Edith is cold? Never. She always has someone’s something, whether it’s McKenna’s iconic leather jacket or Jill’s flannels

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Ok! Those are my headcanons. Feel free to repost, I don’t give a damn. If you want drawings or more headcanons of them, I am always open. I had this posted on my old account but that got taken down....I was previously coffeeandweasleys

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[patrick-in-the-junkyard]

Joystick

Henry, Belch, and Victor X Reader

Notes: Hey, this is number two out of the special. Sorry if it seemed rushed, I’ve gotten a new job and have been really busy. And as always thank you for taking the time to read!

Summary: You lose a challenge to Bowers and his goons. What could possibly happen next?

Warnings: NSFW, Language, Blackmail, Smoking, Unprotected Sex, and Implied Sex.

Words: +1.6K

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     The bright neon lights of the Capitol theater was in your view,  You’d come to the arcade weekly, it was a huge hobby of yours especially when you beat other kids in Mortal Kombat. Every time you’d play kids waiting for their movie would attempt to beat you which unfortunately they’d lose 99% of the time. 

     There was this one kid named Richie Tozier would always be a challenger but he lost a few times and reluctantly try again. Until it was made as a bet, if a player won they were given a quarter by the player that lost.

     At this point he had lost twice, making you feel a little guilty

     “Aw fuck, again! I guess I owe you another quarter.”

     “No it’s-.” Not listening he dug through his pockets and roughly pulled a few quarters out but not without dropping them on the tile floor.

    “Fine.” He scurried to the floor his glasses almost falling off his face while mumbling a single ‘fuck’ You kneeled down to help, picking up some of the quarters with one swipe and attempting to hand them back over.

     Loud stomps we are now prominent from the other side of the arcade where the exit of screen one was. Before turning around you could start to see the door slam open. Kids pour out of the door, screaming and whistling probably about how the movie was. That was whenever you noticed Richie was still there.

     “Hey I’d go if I were you. I saw Henry and his goons go in their earlier.” He perked up, pushing his glasses back up.

     “Okay, see you later.” He made a small dash to the door, blending into the crowd.

     You entered another two quarters, chose your character and started fighting the bot. Glancing over you saw no one in sight from the doors, probably all gone home since it was almost pitch black out. Until Henry stepped out, probably separated from the crowd. ‘Fuck.’ You shot you head back at your screen, there was no doubt he saw you. Mashing the buttons trying to pass off as nothing had gone wrong wasn’t going to get you out of this one.

     “Hey princess you look like ya playing hard.” ‘Wait am I just dreaming, no I’m just imagining things.’ You just wanted them to leave.

     “Look at the way she holds that joystick Vic” Yep they were definitely there all right.

     “Oh wouldn’t you know huh?” You snapped back making Henry grab the joystick from you. Game over.

     “Can’t you just leave me alone.” He laughed at that one.

     “Listen princess it isn't that easy, lets play a little game. You beat me we’ll leave you alone. But if I beat you, you'll be the one touching our joysticks.” ‘No fucking way’ you thought.

     “How bout no.”

     “You see there is one catch If you try to bail out the whole town would here about our little polaroid incident.” Blackmail, two could play at that game.

    “You have no proof Bowers.” He reached for his wallet and pulled out a selection of polaroids that included you. In the photographs you were butt naked, draped across a bed with a smile on your face. Patrick’s bed to be exact, that was the night you, Patrick and Henry hooked up. You let him take photos for his sake but now for him to use them as blackmail pissed you off.

     “Okay bet, I’ll kick your ass anyways.”

     A few minutes in and he was already beating your ass and took on round one. Round two you made an excellent comeback throwing punches and kicks at his character, throwing them down and taking that round. The final round you thought you didn’t even need to try since Bowers played coy, letting you throw a few punches. His character took yours from the body and threw them down with two punches after. Belch and Victor cheered him on as he proceeded to win. The ‘player one loses’ screen along with a ticking time bomb pops up, your mouth agape in shock. You knew if you hadn’t of slacked in the last round you would of won.

     “So when and where?” You joked not taking it seriously while taking a glace at his sly smirk.

     “Now and in the theater.” You laughed.

     “You're kidding me.”

     “Nope.”

     “Alright.” Bowers took that in surprise not expecting you to comply with his deal.

     You waited a minute before looking around and going through the hallway where the screenings were. Then down to the bathrooms, checking the empty stalls making sure nobody was inside. The workers were probably on break which was a good thing for you. Henry took your wrist into his grasp, leading you and the others to screen room three.

     Going through the door you go up to the top so if anyone were to walk in they wouldn’t know what was going on. You sat down, spread eagle as Henry stood in front. His head turned down to look at you.

     “Come on you know it don’t bite.” He motioned to his pants, cupping himself in the process.

     “So I guess Patrick is at home, too bad he’d miss an opportunity like this.” You smiled at Henry unbuttoning his pants.

     You pulled his pants down to his knees after unzipping them, to your surprise he was already erect. Rubbing your fingertips over the bulge in his briefs caused him to twitch in your grasp. Placing your thumb down on his time you could feel the damp spot where he was leaking pre cum. Putting your fingers in his waist band you pull them down slowly. His cock sprung up, hitting his stomach. You grab him at his hips and pull him in closer becoming face to face with his cock.

     You took Henry into your mouth, your saliva from your watering mouth trailing down to the base of his cock. Moving your mouth further down you could feel the heat rising from him. He tried his hardest to stay still as you took him fully into your mouth. A “Fuck” left his lips, he was clearly enjoying this from the whimpers that came from his throat.

     Bobbing up and down you kept a simple pace, glancing up you could see the dim light illuminating Henry’s face. His head was thrown a little back, he was biting his lip as his eyes were heavy.

     “God your so fucking good.” He couldn’t help but moan as you worked your mouth.

     The other boys stood watching, getting hard at the thought of waiting for their turn. Belch sat down next to you on your left, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

     “You wanna be fucked by his nice cock huh? Spread you open and make you beg for him.” God, his words were smooth as melted butter that caused the feeling of heat now between your legs. He took a handful of your hair into the palm of his hand. Pulling your mouth off Henry’s cock, Belch moves your head over leaving your neck free for the taking. He licks up your neck, leaving little kisses before moving your head back on Henry. Henry watched as you placed him back into your mouth before Belch gave you a hand. Belch moved your head for you, helping you get further on Henry’s length.

     Henry pulled your mouth off, stopping Belch and having him let go of your hair.

     “Get up.” You got up and moved over to the side.

     Henry sat down where you were, patting his lap for you to sit. He meant for you to sit on his cock as he held his dick in hand. You pulled down your shorts as you looked at him jerking himself off. You bent over to sit waiting for Henry to help. Henry guided you onto his cock, his hands grasping on your hips making marks. You sunk down on him, his legs shook from under you.

     Victor stood in front of you taking the spot Henry, pulling his joggers down to free his cock. Belch took to your side again, body slouching over the arm rest to give you small pecks on your neck. Henry couldn’t keep his mouth shut groaning as he pushed you up and down on him.

     “Fuck sug, you like Hen’s cock filling you up.” He had a grip on your hair again tugging at it as you now took Victor’s tip into your mouth. You had your hand on the base making a twisting motion for about a moment as Henry thrust up in to you. Henry was getting closer and closer to explode.

     “Oh shit I’m cumming god I’m-” Henry halted as he came inside you, filling you up to the brim with his cum.

     Victor loudly groaned, his now lit cigarette almost dropping from his mouth as he shot his load down your throat. As you got up to let Henry get up and move, the movie previews began. It made you jump out of your skin.

     Before it could be Belch’s turn a loud buzzing noise went off in the room, the fire alarm. Victor’s cigarette has set off the fucking alarm while previews were going off.

     “Fuck holy shit run.” You pulled up your shorts and ran down the steps to the exit and out the door. This door led to the back of the store where employees parked their cars. Belch followed you from behind, getting out way before Henry and Victor did.

     “Now that’s a case of blue balls.” Belch was kinda sad, until you whispered something into his ear

     “Wait until we leave.”

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[carters-hart79]

NO NO NO 😭😭😭😭 ITS GONNA MAKE ME CRY HES SO CUTE

Can we just talk about how this stole my heart cause of the cuteness 🥰

[hanscom]

reddie enemies to lovers

(I keep trying to convince myself to finish this, but it hasn’t happened yet and it’s been over a year since I started it. So here, have some hockey enemies to friends nonsense.

Fair warning: this is the same game as we all know and love, but the ins and outs of professional hockey detailed here are made up. I don’t know the specifics about what goes on off the ice, okay? Correct me if you must, but I highly encourage you to just embrace the fact that I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about.

Also, I love you all, still and forever. Thanks for following me even after all this time.)

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak Rating: T Word count: 2,948

It’s cold in the arena.

It’s worse, down on the ice. The air is sharp and stinging on his face, in his lungs. His skates are steady under his feet. The lights are blazing overhead. He can’t smell much except the sweaty inside of his helmet, but he imagines it smells like popcorn and hoppy beer. It smells like game day. It smells like home.

Richie doesn’t think there could be anything better than this.

He’s skating backwards around the rink, gliding fast across the freshly buffed ice, content in the knowledge that no one is going to run into him. His team has gotten pretty good at working around him. They’re starting to become a pretty effortless unit, for the most part. It’s something Richie is pretty fucking proud of.

He whooshes past Ben and around one of the rookies, shouting joyful nonsense that echoes off the ice. They yell back at him, but he can’t make out the words over the sound of his skates and the blood rushing in his ears.

And then Stan skates out from the tunnel and into his way. Richie twists fast to the side, digging down, slowing to a quick stop. Ice sprays up under his blades. Stan, unimpressed as always, doesn’t move. “Are you done showing off?” he asks, his mouthguard hanging from his helmet. The only time he ever takes it out on the ice is to give Richie a hard time.

“What’s that?” Richie says. “I can’t hear you from down there.”

Stan is the smallest guy on the team. He’s almost a solid foot shorter than Richie, and he’s constantly sore as fuck about it. Richie doesn’t get it. If Stan were any bigger, any less quick on his feet, he wouldn’t be half the player he is. Stan’s a winger. His entire hockey career revolves around being fast. And, anyway, Richie’s kind of big for a centerman, but you don’t hear him bitching about it.

They’re close to the goal. Mike is standing there in the crease, suited up, his hulking equipment making him look massive. “Are we really doing this again?” he calls, but he’s laughing about it.

Richie digs his skates in, gliding an easy circle around the goal. “We sure are,” he says, grinning. “You know Stan plays a better game when he’s pissed off.”

“I could play a better game than you in a coma,” Stan shouts. His face is red, some combination of cold air and actual anger. Stan’s normally a pretty level-headed guy, but Richie gets under his skin, shakes him up, makes him mad. His game has gotten a thousand times more aggressive since they met. Bill sometimes jokes about putting him on defense, but he never will. Stan as Richie’s left wing is pretty much the only reason the Portland Pioneers ever score.

It’s not that their right wing is bad, exactly. He’s just… not good. Richie can say that. He’s not the captain, like Bill. He’s not even an alternate, like Stan and Ben. He doesn’t have to be diplomatic. He doesn’t have to play nice. Hockey’s not a nice sport. Hockey’s about being fast and smart and violent. Right winger Patrick Hockstetter might be mean as hell, but he’s also slow as fuck and dumb as a box of rocks. Richie can work with a lot of things, but he can’t fix stupid.

But Richie’s trying not to think about it. He doesn’t need to go into the game expecting Patrick to fuck it up for them (again). It’s bad luck. And Albany’s a good team. Richie has to focus if he’s going to pull this one out.

—

The Pioneers lose in overtime, which is devastating. Losing always sucks, but it’s even worse, watching Albany celebrate on their ice.

Afterward, the locker room is quiet for a long time, aside from the five minutes Coach spends yelling at them for their admittedly awful performance. When he retreats back to his office, the team slowly strips out of their equipment, made sluggish by defeat. They’re all tired. Richie is already starting to ache, his body finally registering all the time he spent up against the boards. Bill and Ben are in even worse shape. Both of them already have bruises blooming across their ribs, across their backs. Albany played rough. The Pioneers haven’t had to fight that dirty in a long time. It makes the loss feel even worse, somehow.

Richie has just finished dragging on his street clothes when Bill finally speaks up. He has changed into the full three-piece suit he wears to impress the media circus waiting outside for him, and his hair is still damp from the shower. He looks sort of ridiculous, standing there in full monkey costume in front of the team, who are all in various states of undress. But he’s still the captain, so when Bill tells them to listen up, they do.

“You guys played really hard tonight,” he says. He’s trying to sound light-hearted, uplifting, but Richie has known him for a long time now. He’s just as crushed by the loss as everyone else — probably more so. There’s a small waver in his voice that says it all. “I know this isn’t the outcome we wanted, but that doesn’t change how well you all played.”

Richie looks down. It’s sort of worse, knowing they did well but lost anyway. They gave it their all, but it wasn’t good enough. It fucking sucks. Richie sort of wants to punch something. He sort of wants to sleep for a few days straight.

He really, really, really wants a right winger who can shoot a decent shot.

It’s not a very charitable thought. Patrick has played worse games than this one. But Richie’s too tired to play nice, and he can’t stop replaying all the shots they missed, all the times he was open and so was the goal but the puck was nowhere to be found and neither was Patrick.

Richie thinks, without meaning to, about Albany’s right winger. Thinks about the way he had sped across the ice, faster than Richie, faster even than Stan. He’d played a good game. A damn good game. Richie sort of really hates him for it, which isn’t fair. It’s not that guy’s fault Richie doesn’t have a solid line. But he is most of the reason Albany scored and scored and scored again, so Richie reserves the right to hate him, just a little.

Stan and Mike ask him out for a drink, but he declines. He wouldn’t be good company, and besides, he’s beat. So he bids them goodbye and leaves out the back, ball cap pulled low over his eyes to hopefully deter anyone from recognizing him. It works. He gets home without incident, makes himself a late dinner, and flips on the TV to watch a few highlights, because he’s an obsessive masochist. Pittsburgh beats Chicago, then Nashville loses to Dallas, and then he’s watching himself skate furiously down the length of the Pioneers’ rink. He groans, but doesn’t fumble for the remote. Helplessly, hopelessly, he watches Patrick lag behind. He watches Albany’s defense wrestle the puck away without much of a fight. He watches that tiny fucking demon of a right winger swoop in, taking control of the puck with an ease Richie can’t help but admire. God, the guy’s good.

The announcers call him Eddie Kaspbrak. The name sounds familiar, in the way that all good players sound familiar. Richie can only watch so many highlights in a night without picking up on a few things, and this is clearly not the first beautiful pass Kaspbrak has ever made. Richie makes a face and finally shuts the television off. He doesn’t need to relive Kaspbrak’s seamless pass to center, that perfect shot down the crease, the way Mike’s knee guards slapped to the ice a split-second too late. It was hard enough to watch in real time.

One day, he’s going to have a right wing like Kaspbrak, who can keep up and knows how to bank a shot. But today isn’t that day, so he gives up and goes to bed, upset and pissed off and stoking his quiet, irrational grudge against Eddie Kaspbrak.

—

Trade negotiations roll around. Richie tries not to worry about it, but he does. Everyone does.

In the end, it’s Patrick. Which isn’t surprising, exactly, but feels so much like everything Richie has ever wanted that it scares him. He finds himself waiting for the other shoe to drop.

In late February, two weeks before the trade deadline, it does. Bill makes the announcement after a rough, sweaty afternoon practice. Richie is tired as fuck, still breathing heavy, but all the air jams up in his throat when Bill breaks the news.

The Portland Pioneers have acquired Eddie Kaspbrak.

—

Kaspbrak, in person and without all his gear, is even smaller than he looks on the ice.

He’s younger-looking than Richie expects. They’re the same age, but Richie has taken a few good hits over the years that have knocked his face a little out of whack. He has a crooked nose, twisted teeth. The entire left side of his jaw had to be painstakingly rebuilt three years ago when he took a puck to the face, which left his smile sort of lopsided.

Eddie doesn’t look like he’s ever taken a hit. He has a smooth, even face. Nice teeth. He’s good-looking, is all Richie’s saying. Richie didn’t expect it. He’s not sure why it catches him off-guard.

They meet for the first time off the ice the day the Pioneers are scheduled to play Carolina. Morning skate is optional, but Richie drags himself in anyway because Bill expects him to, and Richie’s a sucker who doesn’t want to disappoint his captain, even after all this time. It’s not even that early when he stumbles in but he feels bleary and sluggish, pulling on his gear without participating much in the locker talk. Stan tries to rile him up a few times, but gives up fast when Richie refuses to take the bait. Mike nudges him when he walks past. “Rough night?” he asks, grinning like he knows the answer. Richie spent his night with a microwaved pizza and the highlights reel, but that’s nobody’s damn business, so he shrugs.

And then Bill comes out of Coach’s office. The team doesn’t exactly snap to attention whenever he’s around, but the chatter dies down to a dull murmur. Especially when someone follows him out.

Kaspbrak is wearing street clothes — sneakers, jeans, a fucking polo shirt. Richie wonders if that’s the sort of thing he always wears or if he dressed up for them. He looks more comfortable than he probably should, standing in front of a group of strangers who, up until this point, have only known him as an opponent. He’s smiling. He is just — really good-looking. Richie is sort of hung up on it.

“This,” Bill announces, “is Eddie. He’s going to practice with us this morning.”

The season hasn’t even officially ended. Patrick got pulled from the roster when the trade was announced, but he’s still around. His locker’s not even empty. Richie doesn’t like the guy or anything, but that has to be a tough pill to swallow. Richie can’t even imagine what being replaced like that would feel like.

On the other hand, he really, really wants to get out on the ice with Kaspbrak. He wants to see what the guy can do, up close and personal.

It’s a tough thing, being both impressed and annoyed by the sight of someone. It’s made worse by the way Bill stares him down until he manages to force a smile in Eddie’s direction. Kaspbrak grins back at him, easy. His teeth are stupidly perfect. None of them are chipped or anything. Richie can’t remember the last time he met a hockey player with a perfect face. Something about it freaks him out.

Bill claps Eddie on the shoulder. “Welcome to the team,” he says. Most of the guys echo the sentiment. Richie mumbles something that sounds close enough and finishes lacing up his skates.

He doesn’t have to play nice with Kaspbrak. He just has to play well with Kaspbrak. There’s a big difference, and Richie is clinging stubbornly to it.

—

The thing is, Kaspbrak is really fucking good.

Richie knew. Of course he knew. He hardly ever lets the losses get to him, because God knows there have been too many to remember them all over the years, but he’s been hung up on the Albany game for months now. He’s watched the playback more than once, and has most of Albany’s season saved to his DVR.

But it’s different in person. Kaspbrak is so fast. So steady on his feet. Richie hasn’t been impressed by something as simple as skating since he was a kid, but the way Kaspbrak does it shakes him up. The guy skates like a dream. Richie is so jealous, and so impressed, and so fucking confused. He’s spent the better part of the season hating this guy, and now he’s here, gliding around Richie in wide circles, lapping Bill and Ben and even Stan, looking like maybe he’s not even making much of an effort.

Morning skate is easy, most of the time. Everyone wants to be at their best for that night’s game, and half the team didn’t even show. But Eddie throws the dynamic off, makes them all a little hot and hungry for some actual play, and before Richie knows it, Mike and his rookie are guarding opposing nets and Richie’s facing off with Bill, staring at him through the grate of his helmet, his mouthguard clenched between his teeth. It’s not a real scrimmage. They don’t have enough players to run a real game. But Richie doesn’t care, because Stan volunteered as Bill’s winger, which left Kaspbrak all for Richie. Richie can feel him, on his right, just outside the face-off circle. Richie has this weird, sudden urge to look back at him, but then the puck is on the ground and there’s no time.

Bill is a vicious center. He’s not as fast as Richie, but he’s stronger. There’s a reason he plays defense. His body is one solid line of muscle, and he’s not afraid of using it. He shoulder-checks Richie, almost knocks him off balance with the force of it, but Richie bares his teeth and refuses to give up ground. Bill is probably a better player than Richie is in the long run, but Richie is the best center the team has ever had. He wrestles the puck out of Bill’s reach and bears down on the ice, shooting across the rink. Eddie is ahead of him. Richie hasn’t had a winger faster than him in so long he almost forgets to make the pass.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate. He moves like a blur, so fast it’s hard to keep track of his stick against the puck, driving it effortlessly forward. Mike is braced in the crease, his big body held wide, but he’s just not quick enough. Eddie comes at him from the side, bent down, stick jumping from one side of the puck to the other. And then it’s over. One second, he’s barreling down the rink, and the next, the puck is in the net — a perfect backhand shot.

It’s just practice. There’s no cheering, no booming announcement, no music. But Richie feels the same way he always does, his pulse loud in his ears, his heart tight in his chest.

“Kaspbrak!” he roars. “You son of a bitch!”

Eddie has the kind of smile that could melt the ice. He looks so pleased, so proud. Richie skates to him and throws an arm around his shoulder, smacking his helmet.

“We went easy on you!” Stan shouts, because he’s a sore loser.

“You kidding?” Richie yells back. “You couldn’t have caught him if you tried!”

Eddie’s shoulders shake. Richie leans into him, grinning, thrilled beyond measure. They drift a little on the ice, aimless, anchored together.

“It won’t happen again,” Bill says. He’s a competitive motherfucker, which makes him a great player and an even better captain. It won’t be easy, getting the puck away from him again.

Eddie grins up at Richie like maybe he’s up for the challenge.

—

Eddie scores two more times. He insists that they don’t call it a hat trick, considering it’s just practice and he’s scared of jinxing it. Richie doesn’t care what they call it. All he knows is Eddie scored three fucking times, and he assisted all of them. He doesn’t even mind that he wasn’t the one to make the shots. It’s better, almost, watching Eddie do it.

Bill lets morning skate go longer than normal, probably hoping to pull out a single goal, but after awhile he finally calls them off the ice. Richie is dripping with sweat when he peels himself out of his equipment. He didn’t realize how hard he’d been working. It hadn’t felt like much, being out there on the ice, falling into Eddie’s rhythm, into his gravity.

Eddie hangs back while everyone files out, looking around like maybe he’s still taking everything in. His hair is wet from the shower and his face is flushed. Richie nudges him on his way out. “Sure you can’t play with us tonight?” he asks. It’s not possible, but it makes Eddie beam.

“Won’t be long,” Eddie assures him.

Richie doesn’t say so, but he can’t fucking wait.

[hott-rock-fan]

Hockstetter’s Baby Sister  Part 1

Pairing: Vic Criss x Reader

Word Count: 545 words

Warnings: Cursing (Obviously)

Keys:   (Y/n) = Your name, (m/n) = your middle name

You groaned as you looked through all of your makeup boxes, not able to find your hairspray anywhere. 

You automatically knew who would have touched your hairspray. There was literally only one person in your house that would have touched it. You growled as you began marching towards your brother’s room. 

“What the actual fuck, Patrick?! Where the hell is my hairspray?!” You shouted at your brother after you slammed his bedroom door wide open. 

Of course, Patrick was with the rest of the Bowers gang. At this point, you didn’t care who else was in the room, or even in the house. This was between you and your brother. 

Your tall, idiotic brother grabbed the can of hairspray and acted like he was going to grab his lighter from his jean pocket. It was like he was going to try to torch you.

You stood in the doorway with your arms crossed in front of your chest. You rolled your eyes at your brother. 

“If you are honestly trying to scare me, you are failing pretty miserably, Patrick,” you spat his name. 

“Oh, come on, (y/n) (m/n)... That’s no way to talk to your big brother,” Patrick said with a smirk before throwing the can of hairspray at you. 

You caught the can, only to find out that there was nothing in the can. Patrick had used it all. You dropped it back into Patrick’s room. 

“No idea why I even fucking bother anymore! You owe me like 10 cans, moron!” You shouted as you walked back to your room. Well, more like stomped back to your room. 

Little did you know, you had a set of eyes watching you when you left Patrick’s room. 

You slammed your door shut as you entered your room. You wanted to piss Patrick off more than anything right now. You smirked when your eyes landed on your record player. You grabbed your Mötley Crüe vinyl and began blasting the music. 

Meanwhile, in Patrick’s room, the Bowers gang just relaxed in Patrick’s room. Patrick sat in one of his chairs, playing with his lighter. 

“Not gonna lie, Hockstetter; Your sister’s got a really fucking hot ass,” Henry said with a smirk.

Patrick stopped playing with his lighter as he looked at Henry. Patrick grabbed something close to him before throwing it at Henry. “Don’t talk about my sister like that, Bowers. Besides, she’s off limits to the gang,” Patrick threatened. 

All the guys jumped when the sudden blast of Mötley Crüe echoed throughout the entire house. Well, almost everybody jumped, except Vic Criss. 

It took everything in Vic’s will to not laugh at the sight of everybody getting startled and to not begin rocking out with (Y/n)’s vinyl. 

“I swear, I’m gonna kill my fucking sister!” Patrick shouted as he pounded on the wall, trying to make (Y/n) stop. It clearly wasn’t working in the slightest bit. 

A small smile peaked on Vic’s face before it quickly disappeared. Nobody in the world knew that Vic had a crush on (y/n) Hockstetter. Vic’s always had a crush on you, but was always silent about it.

How he was going to tell you without Patrick finding out? Well, Vic is still working on that.

[eleventhdoctorsangel]

The devil within

Summary: Summer time is supposed to be fun and worried free right? Not when you live in Derry. The capital of kids going missing. But what could cause all these kids to go missing? I think it has something to do with the clown I keep seeing.

We were driving through town and Patrick was trying to get another girl in the car with us. But every girl he yelled at told him off. I couldn’t help but smirk and luckily he didn’t see me. Then we passed the butcher shop. “Go back.” Henry said. “What?” Belch asked. “I saw him go back.” Belch turned the car around made started to drive down the alleyway that was between the butcher shop. I could see Mike just stand there looking at something. I was about to say something but Patrick put his hand over my mouth to stop me from saying anything. Then Mike finally snapped out of whatever he was looking at and got out of the way. Belch stopped the car right next to Mike. Henry got out of his seat and sat on the window sill of the car and threw a cigarette at him. “Stay the fuck outta my town!” Henry yelled. Then belch peeled out of the there. I yanked Patrick’s hand off my mouth as I looked back to see if Mike was ok. “Belch will you please take me home now?” I asked as I turned back around. Belch opened his mouth to say something but Henry stopped him. “No.” Henry said. “You just can’t keep me against my will.” I said. “If she want to go home Henry I have no problem taking her home.” Belch said. “She can go home later.” Henry said. “But my dad needs me home because I need to help with my mom Henry.” I said. “Fine okay belch you can drop her off at her house.” Henry said. “Thank you Henry.” I said.  

Belch drove to my house and parked in my driveway. Henry got out so I could climb out. As I climb out Patrick grabbed me by my breasts pulling me back onto his lap. “I’m going to miss this sweet little ass of yours.” Patrick said as he squeezed my breasts. “Let her go Hockstetter.” Henry said. Patrick let out a sigh as he let go. As I climbed out Patrick slapped my ass. I just rolled my eyes. “See you later. If you need to talk just text me okay.” I said to Henry. Henry nodded and got back in the car. I waved at them as I watched Belch pull out of my drive way and left. I walked up to my house and opened the door walking inside my house. I went straight to my room and put down my bag. After I set my bag down I took off my shoes and then I headed to the kitchen so I could start making dinner before my dad got home. As I was cooking I heard my phone go off. I took out my phone from my pocket and look to see what it was. It was a text from Stan asking if I was okay or not. I let him know that I was okay I didn’t let him know on what Patrick did. He asked if I wanted to go to the barrens with him and the boys tomorrow. I told him I would come along because I have nothing better to do really. 

By the time I had finished cooking dinner my dad had got home from work. As my family ate dinner not much was said. After dinner was over I went to go take a bath. As I was running the water into the tub I could have sworn I could hear voices coming from the sink but I just shook it off. I stayed in the tub for about thirty minutes just soaking in the warm water. Once I got out I wrapped a towel around my body and made my way over to the bathroom mirror so I could brush my hair. That is when I noticed that the mirror was fogged up from the hot water I wiped it away. I saw a clown behind me. I quickly looked behind me to see that there was nothing there. I just shrugged my shoulders and started to brush my hair then my teeth. I put on my Pj’s and grabbed my dirty clothes and went to go put them away. I then went to my room to watch tv. I put my phone on my changer before I went to go pick a movie to watch. I decided on one of the Harry Potter movies. As I put ii in my dvd player I heard my phone ding. I made my way to my bed and sat down on it as I grabbed my phone to see who it was this time. This time it was Henry. He asked if he could come over for the night. I knew right away that something had have happened between him and his dad. I let him know that it was okay and that I was going to go let my parents know that he was coming over. I got up from my bed to go let my dad know that Henry was coming over for the night. They knew somewhat of what goes on between Henry and his dad. They told Henry know that if he ever needs to get away for a while that he was more than welcome to stay with us.

By the time I let my parents know that he was coming over and I walk back into my room Henry was already in my room sitting on bed watching Harry Potter. “You okay Henry?” I asked as I sat beside him. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Henry said. “That’s okay. Do you want anything to eat or drink?” I asked. “I’m fine for right now. Is it okay if I go take a shower?” Henry asked. “You know you don’t have to ask Henry.” I said. Henry looked at me and nodded as he got up. He went to get some clothes that he keeps at my house as he headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I watched Harry Potter by myself until Henry. It was about twenty minutes later then Henry came back into my room. I looked over at him and gave him a soft smile. ”Feeling a little bit better?” I asked. Henry nodded. “If you don’t want to watch this you can put something else.” I said. “No this is alright.” Henry said as he lay down next to me. “Okay.” I said as I laid my head on his shoulder as we watched Harry Potter together. 

A/n: Sorry part three took forever I honestly forgot about this fic.

Taglist: @sparkheels​

Overall Taglist: @the-broken-halo-writer​

[tablefourtwo]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

★ personal favourite

send me a request

(* rewriting)

✧ RICHIE TOZIER

just another player in your drinking games rewritten below

she's been chasing the curly headed boy for literal years now and he settles for ashley-fuckin-martin?

insect repellent makes bugs go away*

the two were currently in front of patrick hockstetters’s locker in the middle of third period, patrick’s locker combination (courtesy of eddie), messily scribbled on yn’s arm.

a night out with thee richie tozier*

“overdressed much?” richie snorted. “what the fuck are you doing here? dressed like that.” “asshole,” yn frowned, “i’m on a date.” she says in a hushed tone, face flushed.

just another player in your drinking games ★ rewrite

this isn’t the cliche first kiss with richie that she had hoped for. this isn’t the richie she had romanticized in her head.

✧ PETER PARKER

if you’re too shy (let me know) ★

peter helps his longtime crush take nudes that are meant for someone else

[stumacherstan]

Slasher Boyfriend Scenarios

Inspired by my creepypasta phase

The scenario: when he cheats on you :( </3

Michael Myers: it wasn’t what it looked like. That’s what he swore, but you saw what you saw. You saw another skimpy blonde bimbo (KAUSOWJS) in blood red lingerie on top of your boyfriend. You couldn’t even describe how angry you were, but you can describe the pain you felt. “We’re done Michael.” You ran out the house sobbing. Michael was usually a numb person, but he didn’t know that heartbreak felt like this. He killed the whore who seduced you and thought of a way to get you back. He needed you.

Stu Macher: richboy player. You should’ve known you didn’t mean anything to him. He could have anyone you wanted. Maybe if you had just stayed home and slept instead of playing good loving partner and wanting to surprise him with food, this wouldn’t have caused the heartbreak. But if you hadn’t, would he have just kept it from you even longer? Your soft choking sounds as you tried to keep from crying is what made him look up at you with surprise and you saw the girls smug face. “Sorry sweetie, he loves me now!” Stu pushed her off however, “no. I don’t. I’m so sorry.” You just blinked back your tears and flipped him off. “Fuck you Stuart Jennifer Macher.” He didn’t mean to hurt you, it was for this one moment. He regretted it. When the girl tried to get on top of him again, he pushed her off. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” The girl got scared and scrambled. Stu sat on his bed, full of regrets. He had to get you back, he loves you.

Billy Loomis: you should’ve known he was never serious about you like you were serious about him. You should’ve seen it coming. He was one of the popular boys, always had girls flocking him to him. You just hoped that Billy was different with you. But seeing him now, kissing that girl at the lockers. You just walked up to him angrily and pushed him off her. “Fuck you Billy Loomis. I hate you. I never want to see you again.” “(Y/N)! It’s not what it looks like!” “Yeah whatever fuck you.” You walked out the school furiously wiping away your tears. Billy tried to go after you, but you needed time. He didn’t mean for this to happen. He was gonna kill that girl.

Chucky: your heart tore into pieces when you saw him and Tiff kissing. Your voices cracked when you said, “I thought you were over her.” Both of them stared at you wide eyed. You weren’t supposed to know. “I am (Y/N)! We’re just kissing like the Spanish do when they greet people.” “You dumb fucking asshole. That’s not how it goes. They certainly don’t swallow each other’s faces. Have fun with her, because I’m leaving.” “(Y-y/n) WAIT!” You didn’t wait. You left him alone bc tiff has also snuck away. He groaned and put his head back. Chucky was gonna plan a way to get you back.

Patrick Hockstetter: he’s cheated on you three time and took advantage of your love. Why would you leave him? He’s a god. He can do whatever he wants. However, this time. Seeing your angry red tear stained face, he knew he fucked up. Your threw a ring, that use to be his but gave to you to mark you as his, at him. Patrick glared at you. What the hell did you think you were doing. “I can’t do this anymore Patrick. You can’t keep hurting me. I can’t keep hurting myself!” You sniffle. “Have fun with your life Patrick, because I won’t be in it anymore.” Patrick stared at the ring and knocks the girl out. He was going to get you back, whether you liked it or not.

[metalchickaf19]

The Bowers Gang: How Patrick Would Creep On/Relate to Avery (Anonymous Request)

General Warnings: Mild NSFW, Incest, Disturbing Subject Matter

Trigger Warning: Some Themes Related to Sexual Force

* In a scenario where Avery survived Patrick's attempt to suffocate him.

* All characters have been aged up for the purposes of this post: Avery (18), Patrick (23)

* Any and all credit for this idea goes to the requestor.

Avery

Didn't die when Patrick suffocated him, but sustained brain damage from the lack of oxygen

Had to be put into a medically-induced coma for almost two weeks after it happened (doctors assumed he had just had a close call with SIDS), and now has a slight mental handicap as a result

Doesn't understand most abstract concepts (i.e. social etiquette, symbolism, certain aspects of math...), has a hard time picking up on sarcasm, extremely easy to fool, etc.

Basically the type of person that most would classify as “simple” (think Lenny from “Of Mice and Men”)

In terms of appearance, Patrick's opposite in almost every way

Though they share the same black hair/pale green eyes, Avery tends to come off as a football player to most (in direct contrast to Patrick's "twig" aesthetic)

I.e. Relatively short (about 5'7), broad chest flanked by broad shoulders, strong square jaw, etc.

Essentially looks like a tank with absolutely nothing going on upstairs - tends to look "spaced out” more often than not, and never shows much emotion on his face

Despite this, typically viewed as the handsomer of the two brothers when they're standing right next to each other

Final Warning - Upsetting Material Ahead

Allows Patrick to have sex with him with virtually no struggle

Not because Avery enjoys it, but because it's been going on for so long that he sees it as "normal"

Thinks it's something all brothers do, and doesn't realize that it shouldn't be happening; this is largely because of his handicap

Happened more frequently when they were younger (the entire ordeal started when Patrick was going through puberty), but now only happens once every few weeks, if that

Patrick sometimes sneaks into Avery's bedroom at night, gets him alone when both of their parents are gone, etc.

Also uses sex to punish Avery in certain instances (though this is very rare - most of their sessions aren't anger-based)

Overall, views his relationship with Patrick as neither good nor bad

Doesn't have an extreme amount of love for Patrick, but doesn't understand enough about his behavior to hate him either

All in all, complacent with the way things are because he just isn't capable of analyzing the things that are done to him on a complex level

Definitely a sad situation, but one that has little to no chance of changing

Patrick

Was initially very upset that Avery survived suffocation (literally planned on "murder the baby: round 2" the night he came back from the hospital), but eventually realized he was fundamentally different as a result

I.e. Patrick realized he had created the ideal "toy" - a person that never tattled, rarely resisted, and, in general, had a mind like molasses moving over a tile floor 

So essentially their entire relationship has consisted of Patrick doing whatever he wants to/in front of Avery at any given time 

Was often trusted to babysit Avery as a kid

Didn't devote much time to outright being cruel to him, but often had Avery sit nearby while he tortured animals, had him in the room while he jerked off to horror films, “accidentally” fed him things he was allergic to, etc.

Started having sex with Avery soon after he hit puberty

... meaning Avery was the first person Patrick ever had sex with

Had always been turned on by his brother’s disability (purely because he was the direct cause of it), and found the urge impossible to resist one day out of the blue

Has since satisfied his “challenged brother” fetish, but continues to sleep with Avery because he harbors the belief that he might still try to "replace him" one day - and he thinks fucking is the best way of keeping him in his place

Doesn’t do it often, but loves choking Avery while he screws him (with a belt, with his hands, whatever)

Totally takes him back to when he had that pillow over his face as a toddler, and gives him a little jolt of feeling that drives him wild

Also just lives for the fact that no one ever found out what he did - likes to whisper things like “remember yet?” or “that’s right, buddy... you know the drill” into Avery’s ear while he strangles him, because he knows there’s no chance of him making the connection

Thoroughly enjoys the thought that, every time he asphyxiates Avery, Avery gets a little bit slower 

However, typically only goes the choking route when he’s angry, because it’s the only thing that genuinely distresses Avery on an emotional level - tends to reserve it as a punishment 

Overall, “loves” his brother as much as is possible for Hockstetter 

“Love” in this case meaning he’s a huge source of entertainment, and that makes him valuable in Patrick’s eyes 

Happy that his brother survived in the end... even if it’s for all the wrong reasons 

[infantiicide]

Partnered with : @trshmthd , @medsmthd

It all started with a SICK game. Patrick forcing Richie to separate ‘roadkill’, from bone, skin and organs. Soon dinner would be prepared just in time to spare Richie from being forced to do it. Dinner wasn’t any better----the tension in the air SO HEAVY, as though the icy leer Patrick provided Richie with hadn’t been enough. Patrick’s mother looked into her plate the majority of the time, his step-father attempting to scarf down dinner quickly. The entire thing was awkward to say in the least---but Richie came out of the house alive, a intact cassette player in hand! But the next day, it became apparent that survival hadn’t been enough---He had to tell all of the Losers club, whom though he was lying. . .so Eddie had decided to call him on his bluff and the two of them plotted to break into the Hockstetter household, little did they know of the horrors that awaited them.

[trickkombowerskru]

Hey can I have a bowers gang ship? I’m brown skinned lol I have dimples and a rare case of Heterochromia ;( I have a brown and grey eye ugh it’s annoying im 5’7 I have tattoos and piercings with brown hair anddddd I’m a volleyball player if that makes it any easier 😌🤣

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I ship you with....

Patrick Hockstetter

He loves your look

First off your eyes

They’re so fucking cool to him 

And he appreciates your height too

Could listen to you talk about your tattoos for like ever

Because he totally digs them

And wants some of his own

If you’re a good enough artist he may even let you help him design some of his stuff

As for Volleyball 

While he thinks it’s hot to watch you be all aggressive

Don’t expect him to be at every game

But he’ll probably come to at least some of them

Even more if your uniform requires tiny shorts