#patrick hockstetter one shot

[lavender-vixen]

Omggggg little sister reader is so cuteeee can you please write one about the shopping thingamajig with the girl I can't remember her name (I read it like a week ago LOL)

Patrick Hockstetter fucking hated the mall.

It was loud, packed with obnoxious teenagers, reeked of too much perfume, and the fluorescent lights made his head feel like it was about to split open.

Yet here he was.

Getting dragged through the Derry Mall on a Saturday afternoon because his girlfriend made him, and because you, his twelve-year-old little sister, were going through a phase where you thought dressing like him made you cooler.

You were standing in the middle of a Hot Topic, pulling on a leather jacket that was at least two sizes too big, twisting in the mirror like you were trying to see how cool you could look.

Patrick leaned against a rack of fishnet tops, arms crossed, unimpressed.

His girlfriend, meanwhile, was all for it. She crouched in front of you, adjusting the shoulders like a personal stylist.

"Okay," she said, tilting her head like she was inspecting art. "You’re literally one pair of combat boots away from being a badass."

You grinned, smug, tugging at the lapels.

Patrick scoffed. “You do realize you weigh, like, eighty pounds, right?”

You snapped your head around and glared.

“I’m growing, asshole.”

His girlfriend burst out laughing and ruffled your hair, which only made you scowl harder. “She’s got the attitude down already,” she teased.

Patrick just rolled his eyes, but he was smirking a little.

You kept posing in the mirror, pulling the jacket tighter around your frame, looking way too proud of yourself.

The girl leaned into Patrick’s side, smiling up at him. “She’s literally your mini-me,” she whispered.

Patrick huffed out a laugh, taking the opportunity to wrap his arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer.

"Guess that means she’s already cooler than you," he said, smirking.

She elbowed him hard, but she was grinning. “You’re so full of shit.”

You turned around again, your brows furrowing like you were deep in thought.

"You know what would really complete the look?" the girl mused, tapping her chin.

Patrick immediately groaned. “Oh, fuck off.”

His girlfriend ignored him.

She placed her hands on your shoulders and said with theatrical dramatic flair, “Black lipstick.”

You gasped like she just unlocked the meaning of life.

"Oh my GOD," you said, eyes lighting up. "Yes."

Patrick tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling like he was asking God why this was happening.

His girlfriend turned to him with a smirk. “C’mon, Patrick,” she said, grabbing his wrist. “We’re going to Macy’s.”

“I’m not stepping foot in a fucking Macy’s,” Patrick said immediately.

She gasped, scandalized. "Wow. Chauvenistic? In this day and age?"

You crossed your arms, smirking. "Yeah, Patrick. Chauvenistic."

Patrick squinted at both of you.

Then, without a word, he turned and walked straight out of the store.

You and his girlfriend laughed and ran after him.

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Patrick leaned back in a plastic chair, watching in horror as you smeared black lipstick all over your mouth like a goddamn toddler eating a popsicle.

His girlfriend sat in his lap, resting her chin on his shoulder, watching with barely contained amusement.

“…Wow,” she murmured.

“Jesus Christ,” Patrick muttered.

You pouted and rubbed at your mouth with your thumb, trying to fix it.

“Shut up, I’m still learning.”

The girl giggled against your brother's neck. Patrick turned his head slightly, catching her smile at how adorable you looked.

His throat went a little dry. Patrick didn’t do soft. But his girlfriend? She made it dangerously easy.

Instead of saying anything, he just smirked and slid his hand onto her bare thigh under the table, squeezing. The girl's breath hitched slightly.

Her eyes flicked up to his—narrowing, but flustered.

“What?” Patrick said, grinning against her skin. "Something funny?"

She rolled her eyes and shoved his face away. “Ugh, you’re impossible.”

You made a gagging noise. "Ew," you said, cringing. "You guys are so gross."

Patrick grinned wider and pressed a quick, obnoxious kiss to his girlfriend's jaw, just to make it worse.

You fake-gagged again. “I’m gonna throw up.”

The girl shoved Patrick harder this time, but she was laughing.

Patrick just grinned, his arm still slung over her shoulders, watching you frown and carefully fix your lipstick in a compact mirror.

Maybe the mall wasn’t so bad.

[barrackspredator]

patrick hockstetter x naive fem reader? 😋

this has been in my inbow for about a year. TW: Patrick, mocking religion, Patrick gets his own second warning

The Pastor's Daughter

Patick x Fem!Reader Patrick Hockstter is God.

In his own head, of course.

However, before he is a part-time self-proclaimed god, he is also the son of Patricia "Trisha" Hockstetter, Derry's most devout Baptist.

And while he could usually get away with skipping out on Sunday mass, this one was different. A new pastor was being brought into the church as the last pastor had gone to the pearly gates, and Trisha, eager to push her son closer to God, forced him to go with her.

After a long morning of arguing, Patrick was forced into his Sunday best, booted into the car, and forced to follow his grinning mother down the aisle. Aside from the laughable idea of there being other gods, Patrick's least favorite part about church was entering to take a seat. The judgmental stares, the hushed whispers, the blearing white. It was enough to drive him insane. He idly gazed through the crowd of phony-worshippers, grinning pridefully whenever somebody would look his way in stunned horror—which was often.

Finally stopping at the second pew, his mother ushered him in, a beaming smile on her face despite the mischievous glint in her eyes. Patrick noted this, quirking his eyebrow at her.

"What?" he mouthed as he sat down, partially sitting on something. "Nothing," she whispered, unable to hide her smile.

"Excuse me?" A quiet voice whispered from beside Patrick. "I don't mean to bother you, sir, but you're sitting on my purse."

Patrick rolled his eyes, turning in annoyance. "Then yank it." He paused, staring at the girl before him. Your eyes widened in surprise, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

"Oh, my apologies. I didn't realize... I thought you were a sir." You sheepishly laughed at your mistake, assuming Patrick was an older man. He stared at you, his eyes narrowing as he dissected every inch of you. Your eyes, your smile, your hair—the imaginary halo that glowed above your head.

"I am a sir," he growled, thinking you thought he was a girl.

"O-Oh? Really? Wow, you look so young!" You smiled wide, amazed by how young this "sir" looked.

"... Uh, yeah. I'm fucking 15, idiot." Patrick felt a sharp jab in his ribs, making him double over. He glared at his mom, who sneered at him until he turned back to face the girl. "My bad," he grumbled. The look of shock on your face was enough to make him smirk in amusement. Perhaps the most amused he'd ever felt in church.

"It's okay," you whispered. Your eyes were downcast as you tried to hold back a giggle. "You are very funny, uh... what is your name? Perhaps calling you sir would be weird as we are the same age." You looked back up into Patrick's eyes.

"Patrick." Another jab. "Hockstetter!" He glanced back at his mother, deeply annoyed with her antics. "Patrick Hockstter," he breathed out, placing his hand over his aching ribs.

You giggled politely, covering your mouth as you did. "Well, it's lovely to meet you, Patrick. I'm-"

"The pastor's daughter, right?" Mrs. Hockstetter interjected, taking you by surprise. You hesitated a few seconds before nodding your head. Patrick slowly turned his head to look at his mother as her plan clicked in his head. Did she really think the pastor's daughter would be a good influence on him? The thought was laughable. But this god had his own plan—to humor his mother. To get even.

He turned back to you with a charming smile. Well, as charming as he could pull off. "It's lovely to meet you," he said, taking your hand in his and gently pressing a kiss on your knuckle, enjoying how your eyes shot open. Church was suddenly starting to feel very entertaining for this god.

But of course, your father had to ruin the fun when he came out to begin his sermon and the choir started. You hesitated to pull your hand away, your eyes lingering on his until he turned away. Patrick only pulled away to hide his smirk, though. He didn't give a shit about the sermon, or the choir, or whatever the fuck his future father-in-law was spewing.

For that full hour, he sat there plotting. Every move of his had to be calculated, and they were. Glances here and there, brushing his hand against yours, gently thumbing your skin whenever it was time to join hands. And from every move blossomed a new splotch of red on your cheeks, which appeased him greatly. Even his mother looked pleased, and it took Patrick every bone in his body to not laugh at her failure of a plan. Oh, how he was going to make her look like such a fool!

By the end of mass, Patrick had you wrapped around his twisted, kind of fucked up, burnt finger. And with this newfound power, he got himself a date with the pastor's daughter at the junkyard.

To his mother's surprise, Patrick left mass with a big goofy smile on his face, giddy as he thought of the fridge he was going to show you on Friday night.

[eternitariant]

Lesson Five: Practical Skills

cw: language & suggestive flirting ? i guess

"You think you can handle me, Trick Shot?" you challenged, smirking at him and he swallowed nervously,

"abso-fucking-lutely." he whispered hoarsely,

"then i'm yours." you chimed and he started taking one of his bracelets off and slipping it onto your wrist,

"Finally." he breathed, the widest smile plastered across his face and his eyes glittery with the threat of happy tears.

"Now that i'm part of your collection, can we fix my window? It's gonna be freezing tonight." you playfully whined and he laughed,

"Can i trust you with a hammer?" he asked raising his eyebrows,

"You know i collect butterfly knives, right? Can i trust you with my heart?" you rebuked teasingly and his expression dropped into something incredibly serious,

"You can trust me with every part of you."

"Don't get soft on me now, Hockstetter." you quipped, getting up off the stairs and heading towards the basement to find the toolbox.

Your basement was crazy dark and the light had been blown for like a year so you were sort of feeling along the wall to find what you needed. As you fumbled around, you stepped in some kind of puddle and prayed it was water,

"Yuck." you groaned, continuing on your mission to gather the tools. It took less than 3 minutes for Patrick to come searching for you,

"Alright, you've officially been out of my sight for too damn long." he announced, coming down the creaky steps,

"Christ, obsessed much?" you snarked and he chuckled,

"So much." he whispered, resting his head against yours,

"Channel those feelings into something productive and help me or i'm hiding from you for at least an hour." you threatened and he threw his hands up in the air to imply his surrender before he began to search with you.

Eventually, you found everything you needed to temporarily fix the window some random guy had been thrown through and made your way back up to fix it. Patrick asked you to help hold some timber steady so he could secure it against the window frame but you were very obviously struggling,

"You're so much shorter up close." he remarked and you sneered up at him,

"Fuck you."

"One thing at a time, sweets." he sang and you rolled your eyes as you smirked.

Despite your being vertically challenged, the window was boarded up in no time at all. You exhaled heavily and put your hands on your hips,

"Well... i've worked up an appetite. You hungry?"

"Starved." he falsely sulked and you brushed past him to get to the kitchen, "whatcha doin?"

"Cooking dumbass... what? All your time peeping through my windows you never saw me do it before?" you griped and he tongued his cheek,

"Ha. Ha." he leaned over the opposite side of the island bench, "I saw, i just never actually thought i'd be in here while you did it."

"I guess some dreams do come true." you shrugged, playing it off as he shamelessly stared at you,

"yes they fucking do." he said under his breath.

[girlystories]

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Rules 📜

1. 🚫Off-limits: Smut, incest, anything sexual, any kinks or anything of the sort, character x character. 

2. Platonic, friendly, family, romantic and all other types of relationships.

3. I do scenarios, one-shots, and headcanons. When requesting it'd be important if you note what exactly you're requesting. 

5. I do all genders; female, male, gn. Just note which one you'd like, or otherwise I'll do it for gn.

6. Last thing, GIVE ME IDEAS. I would really appreciate it if you'd request what exactly you'd want my work to contain, instead of just stating a character (exp. character x reader)

List of fandoms

IT(2017)

Bower's gang: henry bowers, vic criss, patrick hockstetter, belch huggings, (all).

NINJAGO

The ninja: kai, nya, cole, jay, zane, lloyd.

Villains: morro, lord garmadon

Other: pixal, skyler. (for now)

DANGANRONPA

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc: makoto naegi, kyoko kirigiri, byakuya togami, toko fukawa/genocide jill, aoi asahina, yasuhiro hagakure, sayaka maizono, leon kuwata, chihiro fujisaki, mondo owada, kiyotaka ishimaru, celestia ludenberg, sakura ogami, junko enoshima, mukuro ikusaba.

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Dispair: hajime hinata/izuru kamakura, chiaki nanami, nagito komaeda, fuyuhiko kuzuryu, akane owari, sonia nevermind, kazuichi soda, mahiru koizumi, peko pekoyama, ibuki mioda, hiyoko saionji, mikan tsumiki, nekomaru nidai, gundham tanaka.

Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony: shuichi saihara, kaede akamatsu, k1-b0(kiibo), maki harukawa, himiko yumeno, rantaro amami, ryoma hoshi, kirumi tojo, tenko chabashira, korekiyo shinguji, miu iruma, gonta gokuhara, kokichi ouma, kaito momota, tsumugi shirogane.

Other: komaru naegi, yuta asahina, natsumi kuzuryu, sato, kyosuke munakata, chisa yukizome, ryota mitarai, seiko kimura, sonosuke izayoi, koichi kizakura, ruruka ando, juzo sakakura.

NARUTO/SHIPPUDEN

Under 18: uzumaki naruto, haruno sakura, uchiha sasuke, nara shikamaru, ino yamanaka, choji akimichi, kiba inuzuka, shino aburame, hinata hyuga, neji hyuga, rock lee, tenten, gaara, kankuro, temari.

Over 18: kakashi hatake, (more).

Akatsuki: deidara, hidan, itachi uchiha, kazuku, konan, nagato, sasori, tobi/obito uchiha.

Other: shuigetsu hozuki, karin, jugo.

VOLTAIRE HIGH/MIXTE(1963)

joseph descamps, jean-pierre magnan, alain laubrac, henri pichon, +more (just request)

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[krazywomenonfire]

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🕷️Info about requests🕷️

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅. - tbh honest with yall i can post and do anything yall ask me except: alphabets

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅. - I will do

headcanons

X readers (story’s

one shots

Mostly headcanons :3

🦇 characters I will be able to post about 🦇

🎈 IT Chapter 1 and 2🎈 𝜗𝜚⋆- Patrick Hockstetter

𝜗𝜚⋆- Henry Bowers/ It chapter One ONLY

🐸I See You🐸 𝜗𝜚⋆- Alec Travers

𝜗𝜚⋆- Renefield

🦇Creepypastas character🦇

𝜗𝜚⋆- Jeff the killer

𝜗𝜚⋆- Nina the killer

𝜗𝜚⋆- Laughing jack

𝜗𝜚⋆- Jason the toymaker

𝜗𝜚⋆- Ticci Toby

𝜗𝜚⋆- Ben drowned

🔫 GTA 5🔫

𝜗𝜚⋆- Trevor Phillips

𝜗𝜚⋆- Micheal De Santa

𝜗𝜚⋆- Franklin Clinton

𝜗𝜚⋆- Wade Herbert

I WILL ALSO DO VANCE HOPPER FROM BLACK PHONE 💋

TY AND REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!! bye sweet hearts 💕

[sloelimbs]

💖MASTERLIST💖

Stranger Things: eddie munson/chrissy cunningham

now starts the craft of a father - one shot, complete

i’m following lightning - one shot, complete

aesthetic chills - chaptered, complete

repertoire - one shot collection

Stephen Kings IT: patrick hockstetter/stan uris

what’s done in the dark - one shot, complete

Stand By Me: ace merrill/gordie lachance

the rock n roll saga - 3/3 parts.

[reddie-ao3feed]

One shots IT

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cLpTim2 by Levstarzx Some one-shots of ships from "It" (no Y/N here). There will be the book and movie versions: 1958 and 1989. I will update the tags as the chapters progress. Words: 5446, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Categories: M/M Characters: Henry Bowers, Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Patrick Hockstetter Relationships: Henry Bowers/Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Henry Bowers/Patrick Hockstetter Additional Tags: Derry (Stephen King), Henry Bowers is Not That Bad, Gay, Internalized Homophobia, Bullying, Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cLpTim2

[findyourrp]

Hi, 28 F here living in EST seeking various Discord rps! Most of not all of these will involve NSFW and darker themes so please be 18. If genuinely interested and you won’t ghost or simply stop talking / not communicate please give the post a like. 🕊️

Beauty and the Beast: 📚 Looking for someone to play Gaston in a plot against my Belle! The plot would involve him offering to pay for her father’s medical bills in exchange for her. Noncon and other questionable dead dove themes / nsfw and will apply.

Greek Mythology: 🦚 Looking for someone to play Poseidon (or Zeus) in a plot against my Hera! The plot would involve noncon and other questionable dead dove themes / nsfw and will absolutely apply so please be 18+! If genuinely interested, please give this a like! 🕊️

One Piece: 🍊 🏴‍☠️ 🚬 Looking for someone to play Sanji (open to Zoro, Usopp or Luffy as well) in a plot with my Nami! The general plot I have in mind would be Nami slightly tipsy flirting back and they end up in bed together. Imagine the following morning being a fun, awkward, and hilarious moment between them with her groaning from a hangover and him smiling from ear to ear.

Stephen King’s IT: ☠️ 🥾🎈Looking for someone to play Patrick Hockstetter (or maybe Henry Bower) in a plot between my Beverly Marsh! The plot would would take place in Patrick’s junkyard and some questionable dead dove themes / nsfw will apply.

Alice in Borderland: ♥️ ♣️ ♦️ This one’s a bit of a long shot but am looking for someone to play Nigari against my Usagi. The plot could take place after he successfully forces himself on her towards the end of season 1 or him doing similar during season 2. Dark themes will apply.

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley: ⚰️ Also a bit of a long shot but I’m looking for someone to play Andy against my Leyley. The plot could either follow the one romance route or we could do something completely different that’d still involve incestuous themes amongst the siblings.

General OC / Fandomless: I have a bunch of female OCs that’d love some attention. MxF or FutaxF only.

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[reggieservices]

If you are still doing the pairing with bowers gang requests could you do me im 5'6 with crazy curly brown hair I'm shy when people meet me at first and I'm childish

I pair you with...

🪴Vic Criss🪴

🪴okay okay okay not much to work with BUT

🪴I think Vic would work well with you!!

🪴 Vic can act childish himself (Dont give him the right juice box and he will give you the cold shoulder all night he doesnt care)

🪴 So having a childish s/o is basically having a second him around

🪴 I dont think Vic is a shy person, he's proud of himself and loves making new friends.

🪴 That being said, he'd probably start conversation with you every time he sees you, kinda like an extrovert "adopting" an introvert

🪴 Get ready to be a 3rd wheel in your relationship because he LOVES YOUR HAIR

🪴 Begs you to let him practice hair styles on you since his hair is too short

🪴 Braids, beads, flattening, curling even more, dyeing, wants everything

🪴 And on chill days or when you guys are just hanging out he'll run his hands through your hair to destress himself

🪴 You're around vic's height, which he loves so you guys can share clothes (its a normal occurrence for you to raid his closet and his yours)

🪴 Pictures pictures pictures

🪴 A constant fashion show with vicky

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Привет. Two requests done in one night? Absolutely bonkers amiright fellas?? Ahahahah have a good day <3 SEND IN REQUESTS (i cant guarantee i'll get to them quickly but i'll get to them sometime)

[lavender-vixen]

Patrick with a girl who is just as insane as he is?

"Real, Like Me." (Patrick Hockstetter x Reader)

Patrick likes breaking things. Rules. Locks. People. He likes watching people squirm, likes the way they crack under pressure, how they get all nervous and sweaty when they realize he's not like them. That he's worse.

So when he meets you, when he watches you tilt your head at the sound of a classmate crying, like it's interesting instead of sad...When he watches you hold a lighter under your palm just to see how long you can take it...When you look at him with a sharp, knowing grin, like you already know what he is, because you're the same thing...

Patrick realizes you're not normal either. And shit, that must mean you're real, too. But it's not threatening...it's more of a relief.

Patrick doesn't get scared. Doesn't feel that sharp, tight, gut-punch kind of fear that other people feel when they see something wrong.

But you make his stomach drop in the best way. Because the first time he sees you lose your temper, really lose it, you don't yell. You don't cry. You just smile. And then you do something so much worse. Something even he wouldn't have thought of.

Patrick just stands there, watching, breathless, captivated. And when it's over, when you wipe your hands off like nothing happened, when you turn to him, grinning, waiting for his reaction, Patrick exhales, shakes his head, and mutters. "Jesus Christ, dollface."

Then he kisses you like he's starving for it. It seems like the natural course of action on his part. He doesn't understand what you are, but he knows he's out of his depth until he can figure it out. So it's easier just to put his mouth on yours, biting your lips, fighting with your tongue...anything to feel like he's in control again.

Patrick always needs to be in control. Always. That's just how it is. Except, apparently, not with you.

The first time you're alone together in his room, with the door locked, with his parents out for dinner, it's not like anything he's ever done before. You don't submit. You don't let him take the lead. You match him. Move with him. Push back. Bite just as hard as he does, claw just as deep, moan just as loud, take just as much as you give. Patrick loses it. Because you're straddling him like you own him, like you're trying to break him the way he's broken so many others before you, and it's working.

His hands are shaking, his voice wrecked, breathless, his body trembling beneath yours. And when you lean down, bite his jaw, whisper, "Can't handle it, Hockstetter?"

Patrick just growls, grabs your hips, like it's a challenge, slams you down harder. He tells you to shut the fuck up, and while that might anger most other girls he's been with, you just laugh, rolling your hips deliberately slower, teasing, torturing, wrecking him even more.

That's when he realizes he's in so much trouble.

Patrick doesn't share. Never has, never will. So when some Johnny-Lawrence-looking guy with a popped collar gets too close to you at a party, when he touches your waist, leans in like he's got a shot, Patrick loses his damn mind.

One second, he's leaning against the wall, watching, absently listening to something Vic and Belch are laughing about. The next, he's got the guy by the throat, slamming him into the counter, whispering in his ear.

"She's not yours to touch, man."

The guy chokes, gasps, tries to stammer out an apology. Patrick just frowns. Then he feels your hand on his arm.

"Let's go," you murmur, voice calm, unbothered, like you expected this to happen.

Patrick glances at you. Sees the way you're smirking, watching him with that sharp, knowing glint in your eye. And suddenly, he doesn't care about the guy anymore. Because he has you.

And when you grab his hand, lead him out the door, Patrick finally grins, breathless, obsessed. Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to him. And he's never letting you go.

[survivingthejungle]

Patrick Hockstetter x athletic headcannon. one who runs cross country and track. Would he support her? Would he run around w/ her? You basically can do whatever you want with this. Thx

i do love a good headcannon moment..., vamonos

- he and henry, vic, and belch are probably dickin around near the football field after school one day

- and of course it just happens to also be a the same time the girls’ xc team is starting conditioning

- they’ve all seen you around the halls before but never gave you a second thought (except sometimes when they felt really boisterous they’d whistle at you or ******jokingly***** and ******loudly****** ask you on a date... at which you’d flip them off and they’d crack up) 

- (i mean let’s be honest you’re beautiful. they jest but they wouldn’t know how to act if a catch like you gave any of ‘em a chance)

- anyways it’s break time and they’re kinda in the way, would you mind? and you “gently” nudge patrick out of the way to get to your bag which has your water bottle

- “bend over some more!” - henry, probably; and vic and belch laugh but pat’s just looking

-you roll your eyes “get bent, bowers.” and he don’t like that too much bc patrick snickers at that and winks at you

- you walk off like ‘oh yikes what’s that supposed to mean’

- and pat keeps an eye on you for the rest of conditioning. 

- you’re one of the fastest girls on the team and could give any of the guys a run for their money (lmao kat... punny)

- on strength training days, pat can be found sitting on the bleachers watching you outwork damn near everyone. sis don’t quit

- he’s still taller than you (he’s taller than everyone; what a cryptid) but you could definitely kick his ass.

- he likes watching you jet past the others; likes the way your skin glows when you sweat, makes you look like a right badass

- during your comps he’s standing by, trying to look inconspicuous but internally ‘rooting for you’

- it’s more like ‘c’mon, babe. pass this bitch up already. pick up the pace would ya? i’ve seen you run faster.’

- you see him as more of a sometimes-inconvenient permanent fixture at worst but he doesn’t bother you too much so you’re chill with it. it’s at least always nice to see a familiar face at all of your races and competitions

- especially someone who has no obligations to be there, just that he wants to see you do what you do. it’s kind of endearing in a way

- during track season you run x400s and pole vaults (which are his favorites; especially when some poor son of a bitch doesn’t make it and wipes out)

- but you’re pretty damn good at it and always place decently.

- when you go on runs in your own neighborhood/whenever you really have any free time, he somehow always manages to be nearby? yeah, they were just hangin with belch while they were drivin all over hell’s half-acre

- he just sees you as another form of entertainment; which, although you don’t really know that, doesn’t bother you because you’re not invested in him, anyways, he just hangs around sometimes and comes to your meets and at least you know someone in the crowd is there to support you

- and if you end up with a biiiiiit of a piece of a miniscule crush on him, who cares? you’re not gonna say anything about it even though wow he really is kind of attractive in a really rugged, dark, dangerous way (but isn’t that really what the 80s were all about?- dark and dangerous bad-boys with long hair and rings and bracelets and busted knuckles) and maybe he thinks you’re cute but you don’t know and you’re not gonna ask because you don’t really care. he’s just always around and you’ve gotten used to it at this point, whatever

OK HERE I DID IT

[therestrictedsectionn]

Flicker

He was once her everything. It’s been years since she’s so much as uttered a word to the raven-haired boy who haunts her dreams. But, that’s all about to change. 

His eyes have been on her since they were young, the only thing that he could even possibly consider being real alongside of him. He never left her, always watching from the outside looking in, keeping those away who would tarnish what has always belonged to him. It’s time that he reminds her just where she stands. 

“You’ve always been mine.”

Coming Soon!

[blurrybowers]

secret notes || patrick hockstetter

I combined these 2 requests:

request : “Hey can you do an imagine of where y/n finds a secret admirer note in her locker and after a couple weeks has a plan and wants to see who’s putting them on her locker, and sees Patrick putting them there. Then one day after the bell she goes to her locker and sees Patrick putting another note in and then he panics and runs out on y/n and she runs after him and they admit they love each other.”

“Could you do a patrick one where the reader hears him screaming in the sewers and saves his punk ass from pennywise but pat runs away from her cause he’s embarrassed but sneaks into her room that night ? ”

OK THIS IMAGINE HAS TAKEN ME A OVER A WEEK TO WRITE…YALL better love the fuck out of it. There is also a few time skips but you’ll get what’s going on!  This is my longest imagine so far.

word count: 2000+

•••

Annoyed and exhausted, I unlocked my locker, shoving my books into the small, slender space.  The day had finally come to a close, after what felt like days. I didn’t have any homework so after throwing the books from today in there I was satisfied. I went to pull out my army green jacket and as I did a blue sticky note slid down my locker and daintily landed on the floor in front of me. Quirking an eyebrow, I kneeled down and lifted it off the ground, it read in messy lowercase letters:

you look really pretty when you wear blue, it’s my favorite color on you.

I was at a loss who could’ve wrote me the short note. Glancing down the hall for any possible admirers, I was only met with the eyes of the creepy, old janitor from Michigan. He looked at me and sent a daunting wave in which I widened my eyes and looked away from his perverted self. It was a boy’s handwriting, messy and rushed.

•••

Days went by, weeks even and those notes always ended up in my locker. They complimented me or told me to cheer up when I was feeling sad but they never had a name signed with them. I could only imagine who it could be, maybe Ben? He was always really shy around me but I knew he could write well. Or how about Eddie? He always got really nervous when he was talking to me. I was determined to find out who was leaving me the secret notes. I needed a plan. Pondering on what could be a clever idea, a flawless plan came into my mind.

Get there before the note does. I glanced at my watch, 7:43 a.m. , no one was at school yet, except a few teachers and some students who came for extra help. The note had always been in my locker by 2:30, never earlier. Today, I was going to find out who was leaving me the secret notes.

•••

I waited behind the corner, having a clear view of my locker. It was 2:28 and I knew whoever my secret admirer was, would be in view soon. As I started to fidget, nervously playing with the strings on my skirt, I heard shuffling in the hallway. I peaked out from behind the corner I was standing in, to see Patrick Hockstetter. He was playing with his lighter. It wasn’t a shocker he wasn’t in class, he skipped like it was his job. I rolled my eyes, considering he was too much of a toolbag to even attempt to learn. Thinking he was going to walk down the hallway, my eyebrows knitted in confusion as he stopped in front of my locker. He looked both ways down the hallway, seeing if anyone was around. I gasped and ducked, hoping he didn’t see me.

Waiting a few seconds, I peered again, still hidden. There he was, folding up a blue sticky note and shoving it through the vent of my locker. Shocked was an understatement… I was at a loss for words. I decided to call him out on his rather romantic actions.

“Patrick?” I questioned, coming into the view of the lanky boy. His eyes widened and he tried to look like he was just leaning against my locker, not putting something in it.

“Uh hi? What are you doing talking to me? Fuck out of here loser, before I kick the shit out of you.” He threatened, trying to sound intimidating but I could see his hands twitching and his leg shaking. He was nervous, nervous I saw him.

“You’re the one who’s been putting notes in my locker!” I exclaimed, calling him out. His pale face quickly turned bright red and he blinked a few times. Patrick quickly caught his composure and coughed a shaky laugh.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ b-bout. N-Notes?” Patrick tried to sound confident but he failed. He sounded like Bill Denbrough. I glanced at him wiping his palms on his jeans, this kid was shitting himself, and I was loving every second of it.

“Oh please Patrick give it up. I just saw you.” I called him out on his bluff. He quickly looked around, making sure no one heard our conversation. He was so embarrassed, something I thought he wasn’t capable of being.

“Y/n, you’re a psycho and you’re seeing things. I’m outta here you weirdo.” He spat looking me up and down and making a grossed out face. I frowned and looked and my outfit, what was wrong with it? I wore a black denim skirt and a baby blue tank top.

“Why’d you just give me a dirty look? What’d I ever do to you!?” I screamed as he shook his head in disapproval running out of the school. Running away from the conversation we were in the middle of. I knew his ways, he was an asshole and a manipulative bully. But the notes he wrote me made me second guess my opinion of him. Multiple students rolled into the halls, shuffling to class before the first bell rang. I sighed, knowing I had to go to English class, a class I had with all his friends. Before walking to my first period, I glanced out the glass doors and saw Patrick glumly walking into the woods, far away from school.

•••

Finally the school day had drawn to a close. I finished chatting with my friend Mike before quickly saying bye, knowing I had to go home and get started on my unreal amount of homework.

The fastest way home was cutting through the Barrens, it wasn’t usually sketchy but what started as a sunny, warm day turned into a cold, cloudy one. I shivered slightly due to my lack of a jacket and felt the goosebumps graze my arms. As I neared the barrens, I navigated my way through the woods, passing the tunnel but not without hearing a blood curdling scream. I stopped dead in my tracks.

Any normal person would’ve ran, got the fuck out of there as quickly as possible. But me, being a sucker for anything with a little danger, decided to follow the pinpoint of the noise. The terrifying sounds were coming from inside the…sewers? Weird. As I neared the entrance, I hesitated, but decided to suck up the rancid smell of the grey water and began trudging to the source of the petrifying noise. I grabbed a stray metal pipe that was laying around, just in case I had to defend myself against what was lurking around the sewers.

The sound was getting louder and louder. I turned down a pathway and saw IT. There was Patrick Hockstetter, gasping for air with a large gloved hand wrapped around his neck. It was dim in the sewers but I could see a monstrous clown with a daunting smirk on his face. He was tall and had an egg shaped head? This thing was fucking hideous. Patrick’s eyes widened when he saw me. He sent me a pleading look.

The clown hadn’t seen me yet but I knew I had to do something quick, before we were both killed. I was super scared but I decided knocking it out would be the best option. I quietly snuck behind it, and like I was swinging a baseball bat, swung at It’s head. The clown winced in pain before falling face first into the grey water.

“Quick, we need to get out of here.” I instructed  to Patrick as we both ran out of the sewers. When we were finally safe, far from the sewers, we stopped for a minute to catch our breathe. I glanced at Patrick who looked unfazed by the whole situation, meanwhile I was still trying to comprehend what was happening.

“What were you doing near the sewers?” He spoke, breaking the silence between us.

“Why were you in the sewers? I was walking home and heard a screaming and I ended up saving your ass.” I spat with an attitude, I still hadn’t received a ‘thank you’ from him.

“I would’ve gotten out of there fine. I didn’t need your help Y/n. Since when have you thought it was okay for you to talk to me? We aren’t friends, get that through your fuckin’ head.” He remarked, gritting his teeth as he spoke and I frowned. He wasn’t ugly but his personality made him ugly. I never had put any thought into having feelings for him just because he wasn’t the type to have feelings, for anything.

He expected an answer from me but I didn’t supply him with one. I stood there with a blank expression and decided it was best not to snap at him, knowing what he was capable of. He let out a chuckle and just turned around the other way and began walking, away from me and away from our conversation.

•••

10:29 p.m.

Slamming my textbook shut, I released a sigh of relief, knowing I finally had finished my homework. Today’s incidents clearly had an effect on me since I was extremely exhausted. I jumped into my bed and wrapped myself in blankets. I closed my eyes, turning off the lights in my room until I heard a knocking on my window. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, slightly scared of what or who was out there. I grabbed my skateboard out of the corner of my room, ready to hit whatever was trying to come in. I opened the curtain to see Patrick crouching down on my roof with a smirk. Rolling my eyes, I unlocked the window and watched him climb in effortlessly.

“What Hockstetter? What do you want at this hour?” I interrogated, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I wanted to say thank you.” He mumbled. Thank you? I didn’t even know the words could come out of his mouth.

“Well you’re welcome. I wasn’t gonna let you die in there.” I replied, shocked that he was being nice, for once. He looked nervous but still tried to keep his composure.

“I gotta tell you somethin’.” Patrick muttered, looking like he was about to tell me he killed my cat or vandalized my mailbox. I nodded, implying for him to continue.

“Um, I-I am the one who’s been leaving the notes in your locker.” He mumbled, clearly embarrassed of his actions. I smiled.

“I knew it was you! Why are you embarrassed? They’re so sweet.” I exclaimed in a whisper, knowing my parents were downstairs.

“Because I don’t do well with rejection and why would you appreciate them if you knew they were from me?” He questioned, interested in the conversation.

“I think they’re so cute and I wanted to say thank you for them. They really make my day everyday.” I complimented with a soft smile and he just rolled his eyes, clearly he doesn’t deal with stuff like this often.

“So…” He began not knowing how to change the topic but I shushed him.

“We’re not done with this conversation. Why’d you write those for me?” I asked, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to sit next to me on my bed.

“Cause you’re hot.” He frankly said. His words told me otherwise, saying how my smile could light up a room but I decided not to call him out on his sappy shit.

“Thank you. I think you’re kinda cute too.” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks heat up. Calling Patrick Hockstetter cute was the last thing I expected to be saying.

“So um do you wanna be my girlfriend?” He asked and my eyes widened. This was the last fucking kid that would have a girlfriend, Henry would have one before he did.

“I’ll think about it.” I winked before pushing him towards my window. He got up off my bed and sent me an eye roll before climbing out my window.

I would probably date him, even if he was a little bit of an asshole. As I shut the window I saw he had left me a note behind stuck to the top.

goodnight, girlfriend.

That night, I slept thinking about how Patrick and how someone who was so rough on the outside was super soft on the inside.

———

My requests are open, I’m gonna try to do ones with plots that aren’t basic, I want to write ones with an unexpected or unique plot, just to make mine more interesting because sometimes I feel like they are slacking.  xoxo

[saintbalor-blog]

MASTERPOST !

PATRICK HOCKSTETER

🎈”THE BAD BOY ALWAYS GETS THE GIRL”

🎈”HANDSY WITH THE WRONG TOZIER? YIKES!”

🎈“THERE’S ALWAYS THAT ONE COUPLE IN THE BEDROOM AT A HIGH SCHOOL PARTY!“

🎈”SLASHERS AND BONERS AKA A PERFECT MIX!”

🎈”PATRICK WITH A FIRE KINK? SHOCKING!”

🎈”HOCKSTETTER’S CRUSHING ON A LOSER!”

🎈”NEW NEIGHBOR, NEW F*CK BUDDY OR BOTH?”

🎈”LEAVING HOCKSTETTER? IMPOSSIBLE!” (PART 1/2)

🎈“BYE-BYE BOWERS, HELLO HOCKSTETTER!“

🎈“A F*CKED UP VERSION OF BONNIE AND CLYDE!“

🎈“STAY THE HELL AWAY!”

🎈“BIG KIDS KNOW HOW TO SHARE!”

🎈“MY SISTER’S GOT A THING FOR HOCKSTETTER!”

🎈“BLOWJOBS BEHIND DOOR #1!”

🎈”ROMANTIC MOMENTS FROM A PSYCHO!”

🎈”MY SISTER’S GOT A DATE WITH A PSYCHOPATH!”

🎈”MINE, MINE, MINE!”

🎈”THAT’S MY GIRL!”

🎈”HOCKSTETTER’S GOT A MAJOR CASE OF HEART EYES!” (PART 1/2)

🎈”HOCKSTETTER’S GOT A MAJOR CASE OF HEART EYES!” (PART 2/2)

🎈”A BROTHER WITH A HOT FRIEND =\= GOOD NEWS!”

HENRY BOWERS

🎈“SUCKING FACE IN PUBLIC ? SCANDELOUS ! “

🎈”GUNS AND FRISKY BOYS!”

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Henry Bowers (1/5)

Word count ; 4.0k

*Edited.

I was anxious. And because I was anxious, I hyper-focused on every shoulder that I grazed, every group I squeezed past. I knew it was silly to be so overwhelmed from moving schools, but the notion was new to me. And poorly timed.

People usually sob about divorces, but my parents’ separation was downright annoying and inconvenient; if they’d waited just one more year, I could’ve graduated from the same school I started kindergarten in and things wouldn’t have been difficult. Yet, here I was, in the Middle Of Nowhere; also known as Derry.

So, here I was, clutching my bag to my chest as I weaved through a crowd of strangers. My heart thudded on my chest. I wasn’t quite sure where I was going, but I was early so I had plenty of time to wander the halls in hope of finding the student office.

I migrated to the left side of the hall, slightly more comfortable now that I wasn’t going against the tide. However, my shoulders scrunched together as I passed a group of boys leaning against the lockers. I brushed shoulders with one of them, and I was momentarily terrified, speeding up. I think I heard a scoff.

Luckily, only a hallway away, was a clear room with a front desk. I scurried toward it, relaxing the moment I entered the zone. A middle-aged woman was at the desk, glasses also sliding off her nose. She seemed tired; there were at least three coffee cups next to her.

“Hi, hello, um —“

“Yes?”

My eyes widened slightly. “Well, I’m new here, and I need my schedule…? If you don’t mind helping.”

The woman eased up. If even the office staff were this apprehensive, the students here must’ve been hell spawns. She started typing furiously on her computer. “Name?”

“Y/n L/n.”

“Spell it, please.”

I complied, and after she finished typing it in, rose to her feet and disappeared into an off-limit room. I stepped back from the counter, exhaling. Everything would be fine, after the first day everything would ed up being normal —

“Oh, hello. Are you a new student?”

I jumped and turned, my anxiety skyrocketing when I came face to face with a beautiful red-headed woman. “Wh - yes, I am, yeah, hi.”

The girl tilted her head. “I’m Beverly. And you are?”

“Y/n. I, uh, like your name. And your hair. Well, I mean, not just your hair, you’re just really pretty in general. Oh god, I’m rambling.”

Beverly giggled. “Thank you. I’m here to sign up for the library community service. Are you going to do any?”

“Well, maybe. I think I need to get used to this place first. I’ve never moved before,” I admitted.

Beverly nodded, and the office lady came back, a large paper in her grasp. Her firm frown changed, and I assumed it was due to Beverly. The girl definitely set me at ease, so I wasn’t surprised she had this effect on everyone else. God, I needed to stop simping, I just met the woman.

“Here’s you schedule,” the woman mumbled. “Are ya here to sign up for library work again, Beverly?”

“Yes!”

“Thank you,” I muttered.

“Alright, I’ll let Miss Shapher know.”

“Lovely, thank you! Have a great day, Miss Copper,” Beverly said, suddenly clasping my upper arm.

“You too, Beverly.”

Beverly pulled me out of the office, and luckily, since it was almost class time, the hallway was emptier. She grabbed my schedule and bit her lip. I analyzed it from over her shoulder. AP Biology. A good start to the new school year, although I was a nerd for almost any subject.

“Wow, you’re one of the smart students, huh? A senior, too. I’m in tenth grade,” she mentioned.

“Uh, yeah. I love the sciences and literature. I’d appreciate it if you showed me where the library was sometime.”

Beverly handed me the schedule back, a small, gorgeous smile gracing her plump lips. “I’d love to. I, uh, don’t really have many friends… Anyways, I’ll walk you to your locker and point in the direction of the lab.”

“Thanks, you’ve gotta be kidding about the friend thing, though. You’re, like, such a nice person,” I admitted, falling in line beside her as we walked down the hallway. The five-minute bell rang, making me a bit nervous. I’d only been late a few times, and that wasn’t going to change at a new school.

Beverly sighed. “Well, uh, the girls here don’t really like me, and the boys pretend that I sleep around. But I don’t like to think negatively. I like school, my teachers are nice, and reading is fun. What’s your favorite book?”

“I forget what it’s called, but recently I read a fabulous book. It was about a man and an escort in the old times - it’s an old book - and they fall in love. The guy risks everything to be with her, but the woman withdraws,” I rambled. “They end up breaking up, but a few months later, the guy returns to France to find that the woman died and left everything to him. She refused to begin a life with him, not because she was a gold digger, but because she knew she was going to die soon and didn’t want him to lose everything. It really touched me. I actually lost cried.”

“…Wow. If you remember the title, I’d like to read it,” Beverly gasped, coming to a halt. “Here’s your locker. I need to get to class, but the lab is that direction.” Beverly motioned down the hallway.

“Okay, great, thanks. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but… can I sit with you at lunch?” I requested anxiously.

Beverly giggled. “I was just about to ask you the same thing. I’ll meet you here!” With that, she turned tail, and made her way through the hallway. My eyes couldn’t help but trail after her.

I eventually knocked myself out of the stupor and turned to the locker. I opened it and withdrew a flimsy lock. I took a minute to organize and relieve my bag of several textbooks. I smiled to myself as I unloaded a few novels. I knew it would’ve been a bad idea to bring so many books, but I thought I’d be spending my first day - and potentially entire year - alone.

I finished organizing and clutched the books to my chest. I went to shut my locker, but it was suddenly slammed shut. I let out a surprised gasp and went to step away, but instead I collided with someone’s chest.

A pale hand leaned against my locker, and I turned to find myself surrounded by a group of boys. The one who had assaulted my locker had shoulder length, black hair and a cunning, violating smirk. To the sides, there was a blonde boy who seemed rather elfish as though he didn’t want to be here, along with a sturdy, thickly built boy with a grin. My attention, however, landed on the teen with a messy brown mullet and an intimidating scowl.

“Uh… hello?” I greeted unsurely, glancing at the group.

“Looks like we have a new school slut, boys,” the brown-haired male stated. “Where the fuck are you from, whore?”

I was taken aback by the strong language; one might think that because I had terrible social anxiety, school bullies would terrify the hell out of me. I mean, they did, but people like that were easier to deal with because I didn’t care enough to impress or shy away from them. Because the fact is, they probably all had daddy issues.

I refrained from sighing. “Y/t. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” I made sure not to give any reaction to their crudeness, even if I was internally shuddering from the lanky boy’s perverse stares.

“Maybe we’ll tell ya when you’re done sucking our dicks,” the black-haired pervert hissed in my ear.

My eye twitched, but I made sure to keep my stern, unwavering gaze on the obvious leader.

“What he said. A sweater slut like you don’t deserve to know our names. Give us your fucking lunch money, whore. We know you got some,” the boy growled, which resulted in some cruel cackles from his minions.

“…Well fine. I was just trying to be polite,” I grumbled. “I don’t have fucking money dudes, I make my own lunch. Now if you’ll excuse me, I don’t want to be late on the first day.”

Stirring any residual confidence, - as I was attempting to run away - I tried shoving through the blonde and the bulk. However, I found myself being forced back into the lockers. I let out a painful groan and some of my school supplies slipped from my bag. My head rang from the sheer force and I squinted my features.

“Don’t fucking sass us, sweater slut,” mullet man sneered, burning into me with an intimidating glower.

“Boys! Either go to class or get the hell out,” a teacher shouted from down the hallway, amidst the clamor of classmates.

The gang threw the teacher a glance and distanced themselves. “We aren’t done here, sweater slut,” the lanky creep whispered in my ear as they disappeared into the crowd; I noted that they were generally feared, as everyone made room for them as they went past.

I finally released a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding in, my anxieties melting away. They were scarier than anticipated - I didn’t like that they were fine with using physical force. But, even if I was a coward, I refused to be one in front of assholes like them.

Sighing and picking up my stuff, I decided to head to class.

~~~

“Oh, they’re the Bowers Gang. I forgot to warn you about those dickheads. They torment every new kid,” Beverly sighed.

Me and my new friend had just exited the school building. She insisted that the cafeteria was ugly and crowded, and that she’d always spent her lunches out in the courtyard outskirts, where all the nerds or sport kids ate. The area we were walking to was verdant and luscious, right by the school’s edges where it was gated off. We were by the basketball court, too, and instead of eating, there were a bunch of jocks shooting hoops.

Beverly took me to a tree and we sat at the base, happily hiding underneath the shade as we took out our lunches. Her red hair glistened attractively, and I couldn’t help but adore her small, lovely smile. Oh god, I was simping too hard too fast —

“How were your classes?” she inquired with the tilt of her head. I noticed that she had a rather small packed lunch.

“Great, actually. I haven’t had a teacher I hate yet. A nice start to my Monday,” I answered, pulling out my sandwich. “Want a slice? I’m a great sandwich chef.”

“Oh! It’s alright, I have enough,” she declined humbly. “I make my lunches, too. Maybe tomorrow we can trade, don’t you think? I’ve never had a friend to try it with before.”

I grinned. “Oh my god, me neither. We have to do that. Consider it a challenge, though, because I make some mean cut-up apple slices,” I joked.

Beverly chuckled and we fell into a comfortable silence as we ate. I figured Beverly did the same, but I spent my meal watching boys play basketball in the court. However, my gaze expanded further, where I noticed in the parking lot, the dreaded ‘Bowers Gang.’ I couldn’t help but stare; when they weren’t terrorizing their classmates, they looked just like a normal group of friends. At least, when you ignored the aloof, menacing glares they sent to random areas.

I took another bite of my sandwich, and that’s when I froze. The leader of the gang was looking my way. I averted my gaze, just as Beverly spoke up.

“So why did you move here?”

“Oh - ! Well, my parents got a divorce, so my mom wanted a new start. I mean, my dad’s cool, but I preferred here to wherever the hell he moved to. Still annoying, especially with those wanna-be bad boys in the parking lot, but you’ve certainly made moving here be worthwhile,” I explained.

“Ah… If you ever need to talk about it, I know we just met, but I’m here for you,” she offered up kindly.

I couldn’t help it. I let out an ‘aw’ as my heart absolutely melted. “Gosh, you’re literally the nicest person ever! I would literally die for you. But, uh, I’m good for now.”

Beverly giggled, but it was suddenly stifled as she stared at something else. I followed her line of sight and ended up coughing from shock. Approaching us, cutting across the basketball court, was the Bowers Gang. Coming right towards us.

“We should leave,” Beverly squeaked.

“Wh - No way, I bet they’re just hungry. I mean, you can go, but I’m lazy as hell,” I said. “My fat ass ain’t moving.”

Beverly halted her movements and sighed. “You’re kidding, right? I - well, too late to run now.” She hugged her lunch box to her chest and had a permanent, frightened pout.

I stared at the approaching gang. All four of them were glaring at us. But I just took a bite out of my sandwich. I hummed to myself. Damn, I was a good chef.

And just like that, we were surrounded.

“Well, well, well, should’ve known sweater slut would become friends with the resident dick-sucker,” mullet man taunted.

I spared him but a glance. “…Uh huh. What I’m hearing is, not even the sexual harasser of your boy band has been laid,” I retorted. “You boys look hungry. Want some apple slices?” I handed some to the bulky teenager and blonde bimbo.

The boy with the shaved head reached his grubby hands towards the food, but mullet man slapped it onto the ground. Afterwards, he stomped on it, along with the rest of my lunch box. Beverly let out a tearful gasp, and god I wanted to cry - not to mention pass out from a panic attack - but I stood (or sat) my ground.

I could always have a snack after school.

“Man, what the hell, I wanted to eat that!” blondie complained, but his annoyance went ignored.

The boys were clearly looking from a reaction, and they snickered when Beverly grasped my arm in a suffocating fashion.

“Dude, you seriously just destroyed free food. I don’t even know y’alls’ names and you’re acting like I fucked your moms. If you have one,” I sassed, mostly towards the leader. “Can you, like, leave us alone? I don’t really care if you pick on me, but Beverly’s literally an angel so treat her like one.”

“Oh yeah, an angel in the fucking bedroom,” the pervert snickered.

The mullet kid was staring at me intensely, with an unreadable expression. I figured that maybe, maybe he was about to back off, but then I recognized a fire in his eyes. Oh no.

The boy growled further and gripped my collar, strongly pulling me to my feet and shoving me into the tree. Beverly also stood up in order to avoid me, and she grabbed my hand. I let out a hiss of pain, but tried my best to recover, meeting his furious gaze. The boys closed in on us, and even if I was utterly terrified, I refused to show it.

“Listen here, sweater slut, watch your fucking back. You’re really getting on my nerves, and I ain’t afraid of beating the shit out of a girl,” he threatened.

In that moment, I pitied him. I could just tell. I sighed. “I hope you can learn to be happy in the future. I have a feeling you’d look much better if you smiled more often,” I stuttered.

Beverly gawked at me as though I was absolutely insane, and the entire gang was caught off guard. The pervert even halted his catcalling to watch mullet man’s reaction intently.

His grasp on my collar loosened. Even though his scowl deepened, he dropped me completely. I stumbled to my feet.

“These whores ain’t worth our time, boys,” he conceded. “Those fucking losers look like they got sticks up their ass. Let’s go.”

I didn’t deflate until the gang sufficiently disappeared. Beverly enveloped me in a warm hug, and I could’ve sworn a few tears fell on my shoulders. I reciprocated eagerly, even though I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve the act of affection.

“Y/n, I can’t believe you did that! And I can’t believe that worked,” she rambled. “Like, I’ve never seen Henry Bowers back down from people. He usually clocks people in the nose for trying to be nice.”

I pulled away. “God, I almost shat myself. Like, seriously, that black-haired bitch made me feel violated,” I cringed, jokingly shivering even though I wanted to hyperventilate like crazy.

Beverly turned her attention to the destroyed meal. “Oh… A shame what happened to your lunch,” she acknowledged, nudging the remains with her foot. “How about we share? And maybe… we can stop by seven-eleven after school?”

~~~

Despite the riveting first day, the passing weeks went by without a hitch, and eventually, my first month at a new school concluded. Somehow, I’d gotten on Henry Bower’s good side just enough to make me invisible to the tyrant bullies, so I spent most of my time either studying or hanging out with my bestie, Bev.

It was a normal Friday afternoon, but instead of rushing right home to spend the weekend in bed, I was heading to the library. I had taken up Bev’s recommendation and signed up for volunteer work, so I’d be meeting the girl there for an afternoon surrounded by books.

The weather was lovely, which was strange in the generally downcast Derry. It must’ve been matching my mood. There was a noticeable pep in my step as I continued along the cement sidewalk. I was about to pass by an ancient stone building when suddenly, my collar was snatched and I was thrown onto the grass.

Without thought, I aimed to get back on my feet, but a hard shoe kicked my shoulder and pinned me to the ground. I let out a small scream of panic, but when I realized who the attacker was, I forced myself to steel up.

Henry Bowers, the one and only, with a crude cigarette loosely hanging from his mouth. He adorned a deep scowl, eyes boring into me.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, sweater slut? Think you got it easy just ‘cause you’re some worthless goody two-shoes?” he sneered, towering over me.

For the first time, I had difficulty finding the courage to sass back. The only reply I could muster was,” You know smoking’s a bad habit, right?”

I let out an ‘oof’ when he dug his heel further into my shoulder blade. He towered our me, a jeer on his expression. “What do you care, dipshit? Do you really think that nice-girl act’s gonna get you anywhere?”

“Well, uh,” I started,” not particularly, but you just seem like the type of person who needs a real friend from time to time. No offense, bud.”

His eyes widened slightly and he leaned closer. He grabbed my jaw and forced it open, promptly spitting his cigarette into my mouth. I coughed and tried to get it out, but he closed my mouth and wouldn’t allow me to do so. Tears sprung to my eyes and I started struggling beneath him, pawing at his strong grip.

Fir the first time, a sadistic smile grew on his visage. “Suck my dick, slut, and maybe then you’ll get some special treatment. Got it?”

He stepped off me and I was quick to scramble to my feet. I keeled over and threw up the nicotine stick along with tar spit. My mouth had a vile aftertaste. I felt even worse when I felt Bower’s dirty paws smack my behind harshly.

I recovered just enough to wipe my mouth. Henry had returned to his spot, leaning against the building, although his eyes were glued to my figure. I decided it would be best to leave it at that, so I scurried off to the library.

I was relieved when the oak doors closed behind me and I was exposed to shelf after shelf. I didn’t intend for it to seem like I was running away, but god, I almost fainted. I mean, I knew that he was a school bully, but I didn’t think that he was that… violent. I assumed he picked up the habit from home.

I wandered deeper into the aisles, my fingers glazing over the spines. I hummed quietly to myself, a smile making its way to my face, even with the previous trauma. I entered the classical fiction aisle. Inspecting several books, I entered a daze.

All until my hand grazed over someone else’s.

I jumped, but was instantly calm when I realized it was only Bev. Oh, how lucky I was, I had touched her hand —

“Oh! There you are. You startled me,” Bev giggled, covering her mouth. “I was just browsing for books while I was waiting for you. It appears we had the same idea.”

“Indeed,” I concurred. “Uh, so do I have certain jobs to do?”

“Well, believe it or not, the library’s usually empty on Friday afternoons. All we have to do is sign in, hide away in a corner and read, and then sign out after a few hours. It’ll be nice to have some company this time around.”

“Man, that’s great. So, to summarize, I’m getting volunteer hours for hanging out?” I chuckled. “Well, let’s get to it, time to pretend to work.”

Bev led me away an to the front desk, where a middle-aged woman sat patiently while reading a book. She had glasses, and when we approached, she pushed them further up the bridge of her nose. “Beverly, and Miss Y/n, our new recruit. Miss Beverly, how about you show her how things work around here? I’d do it myself, but I’m dreadfully tired.” She pulled out a clipboard. “Sign here, both of you.”

I obediently copied Bev’s movements, adding my signature and the current time to the clipboard. I was overjoyed at such an opportunity, because if there was anything I loved more than my current best friend, it would be books.

Beverly grabbed my wrist and eagerly pulled me over to a book cart that was almost completely empty. We started wheeling it over to an aisle, and I was following her lead. We went to the children’s fiction shelf.

“There’s a few books to unload, but other than that, we can go find some books to read until we go home,” Bev explained, motioning to the cart.

“Great! Let’s get to it. By the way, boy, do I have some tea to tell you.”

[bitches-who-write]

Late Night Drive: Belch Huggins Halloween One-Shot:

Warnings: Foul language and Violence

Y/N and her boyfriend Belch just watched Jeepers Creepers for the first time after all of her friends told her it was a must watch. Y/N knew the movie wasn’t real, she knew Jeepers Creepers wasn’t real..at least that's what she told herself. She was so busy thinking of all these horrifying scenarios involving Jeepers Creepers that she didn’t hear her boyfriend talking to her. “Y/N are you listening to me??” She quickly snapped out of it and looked at him. ‘Hm? Sorry.’ He rolled his eyes and stood up. “I said let's go for a drive. I'm tired of being inside.” Her eyes widened in fear..’Uh maybe we should stay inside..you know it's safer..’ Belch grabbed her and started dragging her to the car. “Stop being a baby. It’s just a movie.”

They were probably on the road for 30 minutes before she noticed this wasn’t the usual route her boyfriend took. ‘Babe..do you know where you’re going?’ He chuckled and glanced at her. “Relax baby. I know exactly where we’re at.’ She nodded and laid her head against the window looking at the night sky. She soon felt the car come to a stop and looked up ‘What's wrong? Why did we stop?’ “Somethings up with the car. Let me go check under the hood.” She watched him get out and opened the hood of the car. She was on edge now, glancing around the area and that's when she noticed an old church..that looked way too close to the church from the movie. ‘Reggie lets go please!!’ She stuck her head out of the window ‘Reggie..?” She knew better than to get out of the car but she still did it. ‘Reggie if you’re fuckin with me it’s really not funny.’ She walked around to the hood of the car only to find her boyfriend's hat on the ground. ‘Reggie..this really isn't funny anymore!!’ She quickly shut the hood of the car and she really thought about getting in the car and leaving his ass here but then she remembered he always takes his car keys with him..Patrick has tried to steal his car multiple times. She took out her cell and tried to call him but of course there was no signal. She sighed and glanced over at the old church..’I swear if you’re in there I’m breaking up with you!’ She walked over to the old church and slowly pushed open the doors ‘Reggie?’ She walked in and started looking around the dark room but still no sign of her boyfriend. She stopped walking when she noticed the door to the basement was open. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me. This isn't cool Reggie.’ She took a deep breath before slowly going down the basement stairs. ‘Hello? Reggie I’m seriously getting annoyed. I want to go home.’ Once she reached the bottom of the stairs she reached for the light switch and surprisingly it still worked. Her eyes widened in fear and she wished she never turned on the light. On the floor was what looked like dried blood and what appeared to be..body bags. She gulped and hesitantly walked over to one of the bags and began to unzip it slowly, her heart beating out of her chest. She opened the bag and she felt so relieved when she saw it was empty. ‘Thank goodness. Holy shit.’ She laughed to herself and stood up. ‘I can’t believe I actually thought there was something in there.’ She turned around to head back up the stairs when...“BOO!” Belch came out of nowhere. She let out a blood curdling scream ‘What the fuck is wrong with you!?’ Belch was on the ground laughing “Oh my god that was perfect. You should have seen your face. Perfection.” She glared at him and stomped up the stairs and headed back to the car. ‘Fucking asshole.’ She got in the car and laid her head on the window and waited for her asshole boyfriend to take her home. She looked down at her phone to check the time it was 12:00am. It was officially Halloween. She chuckled ‘I can’t believe Im getting so worked up over a stupid movie.. Where the hell is he?’ She got out of the car and looked over at the church one last time. ‘‘Hurry up! I want to go home!’ She was about to get back in when she felt something fly above her. She quickly looked up ‘What the hell was that..’ She started scanning the area. Nothing. She sighed and got back in the car. She leaned over the driver's side and pushed on the horn. ‘Reggie, let's go!! ’ She sat back in the seat and closed her eyes waiting for him to come. Just then the car door opened, she sat up ‘About time are you done acting like a child?’ She looked over at the driver's seat but it wasn't her boyfriend sitting there. It was some kind of creature..like a knock off Jeepers Creepers. She let out a blood curdling scream and tried to get out of the car but it wouldn’t budge no matter how hard she pulled at the handle. She saw Reggie walking out of the church and began screaming for him.The creature leans over and pulls her head back by the hair. She began screaming and yelling for help trying to get his attention bu it was as if no

sound was leaving the car. The creature took one of his long claws and dragged it across her neck and with that he sliced open her throat with one quick motion. He lets her head fall forward and watches the blood drain from her.

She woke up to someone shaking her “Y/N, wake up.” She sat up quickly gasping for air. “Babe are you okay? You were thrashing around and screaming. Not the good kind of screaming either.” She quickly reached for her throat and let out a sigh of relief. ‘Just a dream, It was just a bad dream.’ Reggie looked at her with a confused but somewhat amused look on his face. “Remind me never to watch horror movies with you again.” She sighed ‘Shut up.’ She laid back down and turned her back to him. She could hear him chuckling “Okay.” He laid back down and soon they both fell back asleep. The next day and the days to follow she couldn’t get the horrible dream out of her head. Needless to say she is never watching that movie again.