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[illsssssuckbowers]

wtf didnt know pat was one of the kids in the sink at bevs

[disneylanddirectioner123]

If you play both at the same time, zombie patrick will be under your bed at 3am.

(credits to my pal @fanofowenteague on Insta for the vid of daddy owen)

if i’ve tag you, i’ve offically ruined your life:

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+ anymore of my faves whom i’ve forgotten to tag. please share and reblog this with all your friends.Please also give @fanofowenteague some love too!!

if any of y’all are wondering, yes i have the spiderman 2 Playstation 2 game and I own a Playstation 2. 

Come for me and I’ll blast the EARRAPE version of this song whilst I climb into the Back To The Future car with Marty McFly and Doc givin’ ya the bird.

now which one of you is gonna confiscate my ben and jerry’s and nesquik. i need it gone. STAT.

[bettercalllacho]

Thanks Nic for the new pic of IT part 2.

I love him in Blue

@henrybcwer

@pennywise-fucker

@bdbluedevil

@bowers1989

@bowers-goons

@bowersgangbaby

@henrybxwers

@henrybowers

@henrybowerz

@patrick-hockstutter

@patricksfridge

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@patrickhockstetterimagines

@patrichockstetter

[hippiesandhoney]

Her Interest, His Infatuation: Part 1

Y/N is the new girl in town, and what comes with a newbie? Talk. Lots of it, in fact. But once all those words reach Patrick Hockstetter's ears, it's hard for him to ignore the temptation building in his veins to search for this girl, and once he finds her, it's a surprisingly spectacular twist of fate.

Tags cause I thought you guys would enjoy this series: @fangirlinganditswonders @owenteaguer @patrick-hockstutter @patrickhockstetterimagines @bowersgangbaby @bowers-gang-imagines

"I knew you were the it girl, Y/N. Ever since we first met, I knew. I knew you were absolutely perfect for me." This is now. Patrick Hockstetter is sitting in front of you, holding your hands in his, while the sun sets behind the two of you, on a castle top overlooking a flower filled valley. His green eyes bright with hope and pure love for the woman staring at him with adoration and pure faith in her own. A rose sits in a vase between the two of you, while various foods sit on a red checkered blanket, most of them touched, but not all. A life changing moment is yet to be made, and it only takes one word.

That is now. However, let's go back. Way back. Back to when things like these were yet to be thought. Back when things like these didn't even exist yet. Back when Patrick Hockstetter was still a prick, and Y/N Y/L/N was still the new girl.

I kick the truck door shut, a pile of boxes nearly reaching the sky in my hands. I have to bob and weave to even see where I'm going, and I worry my feet will fail me. Suddenly, two boxes are removed from my pile by my mother, and I can finally take a look at the new place I'll call home. The house is a two story farm house, with a big, beautiful maple tree to the right where my bedroom will be. There's a window laced between it's branches, which is utterly perfect for one of those movie type sneak ins.

Ha, if only any guy would take an infatuation.

Wishes are for stars, and boy did I use more than were really up there, in the sparkling ball of gases and rock. Though, one of my many wishes did come true: to get the hell out of the bum town I formerly came from. Sure, Derry has a population of two thousand and four, the four added by my family, but it's already so much better than loserville. My house is on the corner of Wise street, surrounded by lush grass and six sunflowers growing around my mailbox. I walk down the concrete separating green blade from green blade and incline on the stacked stone steps. The door is already open, due to my parents coming in and out and my younger sister following them like a lost puppy. Speaking of the sweet natured youngster, Ruby bounces on the balls of her feet, excitement obvious in her eyes.

"Whatever you want to show me Ru," I start before she can, "I can't right now. I'm helping mom and dad move, and you should be too." She pouts at me, but it really isn't like I care. She's eight years old, and still gets treated as if she's a newborn.

"Here, this box I'm carrying isn't that heavy, I'm sure you could haul it to your room." She heaves a loud sigh, and drags herself up the stairs while I move outside again to remove the last three boxes from the backseat of my father's truck. The sweltering heat of early august in Derry was starting to get to me quickly, even if I did have short shorts on and a yellow Tom & Jerry t-shirt. My hair is up in milkmaid braids, as I figured it'd be cuter than a regular old bun, and the only source of makeup to be found is a round of mascara. Other than that, I'm as fresh faced as Cindy Crawford. The sun beating down on me felt quite strange, as I heard that Maine wasn't supposed to be hot. But I guess today was just one of those days. As I stop for a minute and take a break, I notice my surroundings. There's a pretty white house next to ours, and I start to wonder who lives there, before seeing a boy with raven black hair and a matching Tom & Jerry t shirt that looks just like mine. He's staring at me out of what looks to be curiosity mixed with something I can't identify, mostly because I've never seen that look on a boy's face before. Especially not for me. He's adorable from what I can see though, and tall too. I wave at him, but he doesn't wave back. So I shrug my shoulders and head back inside, finished with all of the boxes, and head upstairs to my room. My dad has just finished putting together my bed frame, and stands as I come in.

"Hey hon, can you help me move your mattress and box springs?''

"Why sure dad."

My father is a younger man, in his early forties, with already peppering hair. He's on the taller side, six foot at least, while my mother is a tiny five three. I'm in the middle, five-five, while my sister keeps getting taller every day.

I'll bet that boy is taller than dad.

I'll bet that boy is dad.

I let out a loud cough at the thoughts running through my mind, and my father looks at me to make sure I'm alright. I just continue to move my box springs until it's on the bed, then move to the mattress.

"Y'know hun, your first day at Derry High is tomorrow, are you excited?'' Dad asks through pushing it on the bed. I give him a glare, letting him know we don't speak of such things.

"Right. Not until dinner. Got it."

I dip my slice of pizza into the puddle of ranch on my plate and sit next to my sister on the couch. The sun has gone down, and besides the silver wear, dishes, and tv that needs to be hooked up, we've got almost everything moved.

"So what're you going to wear to school tomorrow Y/N?" My mom asks, ever the fashionista. I finish chewing and swallow before delivering an answer.

"I have no clue yet. I was thinking a good pair of denim shorts, a white tucked in tank top with a rolled up red flannel over it, and my high tops."

She nods, thinking it over for a bit. "Good idea, I think everybody will like it, and you."

I roll my eyes at her, having to go over this topic every single time we move. "Mom how many times do I have to say I don't care what people think of me?"

"Right, sorry. I just want you to make some friends, maybe meet someone who can be more than a friend." She replies softly and apologetically, but when she says things like that, it can really get to me.

I finish off my slice of pizza and throw my plate in the trash. "Yeah, me too." I scoff, and head upstairs to bed. I toss myself onto the pillows, and feel the world slowly go black.

Green eyes stare into my own as we sit so close I can make out every freckle on his skin. He cups my face lightly in his hands, and tilts his head closer to mine for a better kiss. Our lips meet finally, and sparks fly. I feel myself melt into his arms, and I wrap my own around his neck for support. The kiss is so passionate, and so real, I moan out of pure love for the boy locking lips with me. He smiles into it, and I can't help but do the same. His lips never leave mine as he slowly removes my panties from my skin and-

The annoyingly loud beeping stirs me from my slumber, and I wake to see the sun rising through my window. I shake my head from the dream I just had and wonder: what was that about?

[sakuracatcaptor]

A Tag Game

Rules: tag 9 people to get to know them

tagged by: @thebeautyandthatbass thanks 💕

Relationship status: single af

Favourite colour: black

Lipstick or Chapstick: neither

Last song: Inside out by Spoon

Last movie: The Last Jedi !!!

Top 3 shows: Stranger Things, Black Mirror, Steven Universe

Top 3 ships: Reylo, and that’s pretty much it (fight me)

Top 3 bands: Muse, Twin Peaks, The Strokes

3 Favourite foods: Italian food, tacos, and pizza

Currently reading: just finished reading “It”, feel free to recommend me some books (please).

Tagging: @pennywise-fucker @street-diaper @patrickhockstetterimagines @msbiggelsworth @thistyrannosaur @iliveforotps @shaynal-anal @fangirlinganditswonders @beastybugs anyone else who wants to do it, consider yourself tagged ✌

[fangirlinganditswonders]

A Tag Game

Rules: tag 9 people to get to know them

tagged by: @itwasmathilda, gracias amor ;)

Relationship status: single

Favourite colour: black

Lipstick or Chapstick: Lipstick,always

Last song: “Low” by Todrick Hall and RuPaul

Last movie: “Dead Silence”

Top 3 shows: American Horror Story, How to get away with murder and Stranger Things

Top 3 ships: TRIZ (AHS Hotel), Micasher (HTGAWM) and Destiel (SPN)

Top 3 bands: RED, Amaral, Little Mix

3 Favourite foods: Just three? *Sweats nerviously* Pizza, Zucchini quiche and any type of cake.

Currently reading: “If there be thorns” by V.C Andrews

Tagging: @oldvoicesinmyhead @laratoxic @mangint @fucking-hell-hargrove @patrickhockstetterimagines @owenteagued @lilo-1398 @lomlbarnes @letmeletmetrashyourlove

[fangirlinganditswonders]

AWWWWW thank you so much @coffeestainedtales , know that you’re also one of my “Giving me the life” blogs.

Also, I LOOVE @pattycake-hockstetter, @patrickhockstetterimagines, @pennywise-fucker, @lomlbarnes and @hargroovin blogs😍😍

To that one fanfic author you are practically dependent on

[the-devil-s-hellhound]

A Tag Game

Rules: tag 9 people to get to know them.

Tagged by: @fangirlinganditswonders <3

Relationship status: Single.

Favourite colour: Black.

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick, otherwise I wouldn’t have lips anymore.

Last song: Dynasty by MIIA.

Last movie: Justice League I believe, not sure.

Top 3 shows: Vikings, The Walking Dead & The 100.

Top 3 ships: Floki & Helga (Vikings), Ian & Mickey (Shameless), Lincoln & Octavia (The 100). 

Top 3 bands: Breaking Benjamin, Starset, Set It Off.

3 Favourite foods: Pizza, salmon and sirloin with roquefort sauce (The last two because of the way my mum makes them, basically delicious)

Currently reading: Nothing.

Tagging: Just do it if u want, no pressure here!

[illsssssuckbowers]

CRUSH

imagine: Y/N is Henry’s younger sister, the only person in the world he cares about. What happens when Patrick starts to care too. A/N: Pt 3 to ‘Lanky Demon’ Warnings: tbh it’s an IT fic, theres gonna be swearing, sexual themes and some sentences that may keep you up at night idk enter at your own risk x -------------------------------------------------------------- After their little encounter, Y/N ran straight into the house, listening to Patrick’s proud snickers coming from behind her as she bolts. Once Y/N gets to her room, she slams her door and leans against it. Short breaths escape her as she finally gets a moment’s peace to herself. And by that she means a moment without Patrick’s wandering hands trying to lure her over to the dark side. She leans against her door for a few seconds longer before deciding maybe a long hot shower was a way to calm her nerves. Y/N strolls over to her dressers picking out some PJ’s for bed. She stares down at her collection and feels torn. In front of her are a few options. But only one stands out from the rest. A white nightgown that stops at mid thigh. And she knows the only reason it’s standing out tonight is because Patrick is staying. Normally she’d settle for a band tee and some sweats, but not tonight. Not after how Patrick was towards her. She makes up her mind and snatches it up and heads for the shower. The bowers gang were beyond sloshed at this point. Of course all lightweights who couldn’t finish a slab between them. Add 2 joints to the mixture and you could say these boys were positively fucked. Henry and Belch were almost passed out and Vic was off vomiting somewhere. Patrick was flipping through some dirty magazine’s bored shitless. He peers around at his friends and smirks. If he were to head up to Y/N’s room right now and give her a quick surprise, who could stop him? Their dad was clearly not coming home anytime soon and the boys couldn’t even move let alone cock-block. He sets his beer down on the crate in front of him and made his way into the house. He sauntered into the hallway, hearing the water running. He smirks, realising she’s in the shower. He had every intention of sneaking in on her in the shower, really he did. But once he saw Y/N’s bedroom door was open, he had to stick his head in there, And boy was he glad he did! His eyes landed on her drawers, his eyes gleaming with interest. He could see a book stashed not so well in the top drawer. He knew it was no ordinary book. No, he had scored big time. It was Y/N’s diary. He opened her door more and strided over to her drawer, picking up the familiar diary with an excitement flowing through him. He remembered this diary from when they had first met.  Y/N was so nervous around him. So fidgety. So flustered. A grin etched it’s way across his lips, he might finally figure out why. July 16th 1988. Dad’s going mad again. Poor Henry. I wish I could help, but I don’t know how. I try to comfort Henry every time, but it isn’t enough. Not anymore. July 20th 1988. Henry brought some friends over today. I think they’ll be good for him, maybe even good for me too.. One of them keeps lookin at me. Makin me feel naked or somethin. But the way he looks at me makes me feel things diary, things I dont even wanna tell YOU about. I wish he’d do something instead of just staring,, “What are you doing?!” Patrick’s heartbeat quickens as he spins around and stares at the young Bowers girl. He licks his lips rapidly, eyes lighting up. Because now he knows, knows for absolute certain that she wants him to do something. Something to her. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Patrick’s lascivious stare. Her eyes catch something bright, pink and familiar taunting at her from Patricks grasp. “Is that..?” Y/N murmured, begging that it wasn’t. That Patrick was not in possession of something that she wrote in everyday for a year. The first year she met him. “Got somethin you wanna share with the class baby?” He cooed, stepping towards her, reaching behind her to close the bedroom door. Y/N felt her heartbeat pound against her, her palms were sticky and clammy. She knew he had her, She knew she could no longer play the damsel in distress card. Patrick had her, she knew it. And Patrick knew it too. “Give.That.Back” She demanded, attempting to snatch it from his grasp. Patrick swiftly pulled it out of her reach and hiding it behind his back. She quickly goes to grab it again, reaching around him, but he moves again. The anger Y/N felt outweighed the shock, she could feel the rage building up inside her. She shoves Patrick backwards, but he doesn’t budge. Instead he pushes his body against hers, pinning her between the door and him. He throws her diary onto her bed and quickly uses one hand to restrain them above her head, using the other arm to slowly trace his fingers down her dress. “C’mon princess, tell me how much you wish I’d do somethin” he murmured. With Patrick’s warm mouth nipping at the side of her jawline, her brain was getting scattered more and more by the second. “Patrick..I w-wrote that last year!” Y/N whined, attempting to wriggle out of his grasp. “Don’t play stupid with me darlin, I see everything..” He smirked, squeezing her hips harshly, Y/N’s hips rolled back at the feeling, her eyelids fluttering shut, before she realised what she was doing and shoved him again. This time he actually stumbled back, out of shock or amusement. He wasn’t sure which. Y/N’s heartbeat was legitimately pounding against her chest now, her fingertips tingling and her stomach fluttering, she glanced over at Patrick who was smirking at her. Her eyes avoided his and searched for something else to focus on. Then she remembered. Her diary! She quickly pounced on her bed and snatched her diary up, but she felt rough hands grab at her ankles and spin her around onto her back. Y/N started kicking her legs so he wouldn’t have a hold on her, but Patrick wasn’t giving up, He dropped down on the bed, his hands still tightly gripping both your ankles. “Let me go you psychopath!”  Y/N cried, watching Patrick move further and further up her frame.   “Be quiet now, Dollface. You wouldn’t want Henry to come in here and see us.” Patrick grinned widely at your shaking body, tensing with his words. Their eyes were now level, his thumb grazing the hem of her dress, slowly inching up, riding her nightgown further and further up. The inches between them had slowly decreased with every word spoken, the only thing between them now being the short puffs of air that they exhaled

[illsssssuckbowers]

Ride

imagine: Y/N is Henry’s younger sister, the only person in the world he cares about. What happens when Patrick starts to care too. A/N: Pt 2 to ‘Lanky Demon’  Warnings: tbh it’s an IT fic, theres gonna be swearing, sexual themes and some sentences that may keep you up at night idk enter at your own risk x Part one x —————————————————————– Y/N drew her hand back and whacked Patrick Hockstetter so hard across the face, it makes the gangly fiend actually stumble back. She rips her arm away from his sharp grip, also stumbling back. Y/N peers down at her throbbing arm and spots a few bruises starting to form. She glared back at Patrick, and Patrick grinned darkly back at her. “Are you buttheads ready yet?” Henry complained, sticking his head out the front seat. Patrick turned his head and flipped Henry off. Y/N turned and started walking away from the car. She heard heavy quick footsteps behind her and turned around to see Patrick stalking behind her. “You lost creep?” She muttered, glaring up at him. He grinned back down at her. “You goin somewhere little girl? Last time i checked, you’re ridin with us” “I changed my mind cock breath, I’m allowed to do that” Y/N spat. Patrick let out a deep chuckle. An unnerving chuckle. One that made her skin crawl and her hands clammy. Patrick stepped forward, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair, away from her face. His long fingers tucked it behind her ear, and then let it gently fall down so his hand was resting on her shoulder. “What did you call me?” He sneered. Suddenly feeling a tug on the hair at the nape of her neck. A sharp gasp escaped Y/N’s mouth. She felt her cheeks burn when she saw the way Patricks green eyes lit up. Because they both knew. They both knew that wasn’t a cry for help. They both knew it was the complete opposite. Y/N quickly shoved Patrick, her demeanor changing quickly. He stumbled back, but only because he realised what kind of situation he was in. Henry was 20 steps away, He couldn’t show that kind of interest in Y/N. “Tell Henry I’m walking home” Y/N spat and turned to walk away but felt a harsh tug pulling her back. “Oh no you don’t, why ya gotta be such a pain in the ass?”   “I don’t want to get in the car Hockstetter, leave me alone!” Y/N sneered, attempting to stomp away once again, and once again Patrick pulls her back. “Why, you afraid something might happen?” He smirked down at her. “Afraid I might catch something from being in your vicinity yeah, I am.” “Didn’t look like you cared about catching something a few minutes ago” He snickered. “You’re a real creep you know that!” Y/N scoffed. Patrick scowled and snatched Y/N’s arm and started pulling her towards the car. Y/N struggled against him but the human broomstick was surprisingly strong. “Let me go!” Y/N whimpered, his tight grasp squeezing her to the point where she knew she’d have bruises again. Patrick was practically dragging her, and her legs were struggling to keep up. “Cry all you like, in fact keep doin it” He grinned. Y/N rolled her eyes and decided if Patrick thought he could tell her what do do, he was dead wrong. Y/N dropped to the ground causing Patrick to reel backwards, and look down at Y/N with a small frown. “What the fuck are you doing” He growled, his tongue darting out to wet his lips quickly. “I told you I wanted to walk home!” She taunted, although she was on the ground, Patrick still had a mighty grip on her. He rolled his eyes, bent over and threw her over his shoulder smirking. “What the fuck! You’re a beanpole, how the fuck are you doing this?” “If you’re impressed now, you’re gonna be dazzled later” He grinned, Parading over to Belch’s car. “About fucking time!” Henry scoffed. “Why are you carrying my sister?” “Because princess over here, didn’t wanna ride with us” “Why not?” Belch demanded, glaring at Patrick. “I dunno man, I guess she couldn’t handle being this close to me” “Fucking put me down! I’m not a child!” Y/N urged, slapping Patricks back. Patrick snickered, dropping Y/N on her ass infront of the car. She landed with a thud and a groan on the rough road. Henry shook his head at his friend and his sister. He knew if he got involved they’d both bite his head off. Y/N lifted herself off the gravely road and glared up at Patrick, who grinned down at her. She scoffed and marched to the other wise of the car, climbing over and sitting in the middle. Patrick followed her, and sat on the other side. “Where are we goin tonight?” Patrick asked, leaning forward so his head was between Henry and Belch and his hands holding onto both seats for support. “Thinkin about just hanging out at mine, you all cool with that?” Henry quizzed, peering around the car. Cheers erupted in the car from everybody except Y/N, who groaned in annoyance. Patrick turned his head to look back at her, a grin slowly etched on his face. “The fuck’s your problem” He challenged. “You, you’re my problem” Y/N snapped. “Aw, if being around me is that tough on ya, we can do somethin to fix it sweetcheeks” “Like you leaving me alone forever” Y/N snapped. Patrick snickered and pulled his hand slowly away from the drivers seat and landed on Y/N’s upper thigh, slowly brushing along. “Hmm, maybe something else” He hummed, his tongue darting out quickly. Y/N noticed he did that whenever he was about to cause trouble.  Suddenly Y/N felt a sharp pinch on her leg, She cried out from the pain shoving his hand off her leg. Not even really knowing why she let it on there in the first place. “Ow, what the fuck!” “Are ya gonna be good, or should I pinch something else sugar?” He snickered, his gaze dropping to her bust, and back at her. Y/N caught his eyes and felt a rush of heat to her face and she felt her body reacting to his grimy mouth. Patrick didn’t miss that. The Blue Trans Am hightailed it up the Bower’s driveway, their Father’s car missing which caused a rush of relief to flood through Henry and Y/N. Belch turned the ignition off, getting out of his car, Henry doing the same and pushing the car seat forward for Vic, Belch doing the same for Patrick and Y/N. Vic slid out, pushing the seat back and closing the door behind him, sending a smirk Patricks way. Because Patrick hadn’t made a move. He was staring at her, one eyebrow cocked up. Y/N huffed and leant over him to crawl out of the car, Abruptly feeling hands sliding up her bare legs, making their way to the curve of her ass. She flew back at the sudden invasion, Patrick cackling to himself. “What’s wrong princess, I was only tryna help?” “Keep your filthy hands off me Hockstetter” She snarled, attempting to shove him but Patrick caught both her hands and smirked. “I bet you wanna know just how filthy my hands can get angel” He snickered, one hand snaking around her waist, the other sliding up her thighs once again. “I’ll scream!” She threatened, wriggling away from him. “I’m counting on it sugar” his smirk growing. Y/N let out a growl, shoving him harder this time and quickly jumping over his lap to exit the car. She turned back to him, her cheeks flushed and eyes wild. “You’re sick you know that, a real creep” She taunted. Patrick snickered, following her out of the car. “That’s what they tell me, but wanna know somethin?” “No” Patrick stepped forward, looming over her. His hand playfully twirling her hair, slowly reaching towards the nape of her neck, sending goosebumps throughout her body. Then Y/N felt his whole hand grip and yank her head back. A whimper escaped from Y/N’s throat.  “You liked it”

[illsssssuckbowers]

Lanky Demon.

Imagine: Y/N is Henry’s younger sister, the only person in the world he cares about. What happens when Patrick starts to care too. A/N: i know patty doesn’t care about a thing, so when i say care i mean in his own way ya feel. Def gonna be a Pt 2, look im feeling like this may be a series idk.  Warnings: tbh it’s an IT fic, theres gonna be swearing, sexual themes and some sentences that may keep you up at night idk enter at your own risk x ---------------------------------- Y/N was the complete opposite of Henry. She loves Henry with all her heart and had a very strong relationship with her brother, but she didn’t have one mean bone in her body. She could never hate anybody, she couldn’t bully anybody and she definitely couldn’t hurt another person. Unless of course you count Patrick Hockstetter. Her older brother’s weird friend who always knew how to get under her skin. And by that I mean get under her skin and leave her flustered and damp. She never let him see the effect he had on her, she either rolled her eyes or casually and calmly walked off. It was always like that, whenever she saw Patrick in the hallways, the tips of her fingers tingled along with the struggle of taking in air, sharp breathing and clammy hands were always a must when she spotted the tall lanky demon. But considering he was always with Henry, she had no choice but to go in his zone, Or whenever Henry had all his pals over after a very exhausting day of pummeling children. Sometimes Reg even offered her a ride home, and she had to sit in between Vic and Patrick. All the other guys liked her, mainly because she was Henry’s sister and saw the way Henry looked after her. It was just Patrick that had a problem with her, Henry always told him to cool it but never to fully stop.He could see that it didn’t actually hurt Y/N when they had their little moments, in fact Y/N had a spark in her that only ever came out around his best friend. The final bell rang throughout the school and the hallways filled with students. Y/N was just as eager to get home as anybody. But knowing that Belch had offered a lift earlier made her stomach twist. The only reason she accepted every time was because she thought it would be rude not to. She went through this every week, at least 3 times. Y/N tried to say no everytime but her heart had a stronger pull on her mouth than her brain. So she accepted. Every. Fucking. Time. Y/N headed straight for Henry’s locker but to her surprise, her brother and his goons were nowhere in sight. She decided the front of the school was probably the best place to look so she turned around and headed for her ride. Y/N rolled her eyes when she saw where her brother and his mob were. Making their way over to the four main victims of Derry High. In her brothers own words, there was:               the Trashmouth,the Jew, the Sissy and the Stutter. She quickly made her way down there before Henry could inflict actual pain on her peers. Before she could reach them, Henry grabbed Richies bag and smashed him straight into Stan, knocking his Kippah off his curly head. Patrick wasted no time picking it up and examining it. “Nice frisbee flamer” He laughed before flinging it at an oncoming bus. Y/N walked faster towards Patrick and shoved his tall figure, not even really moving him at all, but shocking him, Patrick turned his head slightly and smirked. Henry stopped tormenting Bill once he saw his sister, eyes flashing and all on Patrick. “Somethin wrong there Baby Bowers?” He cooed at her, reaching to pinch her cheek, she slapped his hand away and pushed his chest. Again, not really moving him. He laughed at her lame attempt to budge him. “Don’t touch me Barf breath, why’d you have to throw his Kippah? You didn't have to do that!” Y/N shouted. Patrick smirked wider, his tongue darting out to wet his lips at the sudden change in victim. “You mean his frisbee?” “You’re an asshole, you know that?” “Keep talkin hot stuff and I’ll give ya somethin to talk about” He mumbled, dragging on finger along Y/N’s jawline, sending shivers through her whole body. “You couldn’t give me something to talk about if your life depended on it” “Is that a fact?” She felt a little sting and realised Patrick had scratched her. He had actually dug a nail into her jaw and dragged it. The pain woke her out of the moment and Y/N suddenly realised how close her and Hockstetter were, and she took a giant step backwards to clear the space and Patrick let out a low snicker. Y/N touched where Patrick had hurt her and felt a bit of a slimy substance, she pulled her hand back and saw blood on the tips of her fingers. Ironic. She looked back up at Patrick who was fixated on you. His tongue darted out once more but slower this time. Or maybe she was just imagining it in slow motion. Her heart was hammering against her chest and she felt very fidgety underneath his dark stare. Your eyes dart to the other guys who were waiting by the car, not really paying attention to your little moment. They usually just let it go. “Hey are ya’ll ready to go, the losers fucked off ages ago” Belch interrupted, jingling his keys. His words snapped you, once again out of the daydream Patrick put her in. Everybody made their way to Belch’s car. Everybody but you and Patrick, who apparently hadn’t snapped out of his daze. ‘I’m coming!” you muttered,trying to dash past the lanky psychopath. As you brushed past him, he grabbed her upper arm harshly and tugged her towards him. He pressed his lips against her ear and rasped two words that changed the whole game. “You will” tell me if yall want me to keep going x

[illsssssuckbowers]

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He sauntered into the hallway, hearing the water running. He smirks, realizing she’s in the shower. He had every intention of sneaking in on her in the shower, really he did. But once he saw Y/N’s bedroom door was open, he had to stick his head in there, And boy was he glad he did! His eyes landed on her drawers, his eyes gleaming with interest. He could see a book stashed not so well in the top drawer. He knew it was no ordinary book. No, he had scored big time. It was Y/N’s diary.

[illsssssuckbowers]

Preview of 'Lanky Demon PT 2

Hey guys, the rest of this should be up today but since I'm not home rn I thought I'd give you a sense of what I've got comin yo

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“What did you call me?” He sneered. Suddenly feeling a tug on the hair at the nape of her neck. A sharp gasp escaped Y/N’s mouth. She felt her cheeks burn when she saw the way Patricks green eyes lit up. Because they both knew. They both knew that wasn’t a cry for help. They both knew it was the complete opposite.

Y/N quickly shoved Patrick, her demeanor changing quickly. He stumbled back, but only because he realised what kind of situation he was in. Henry was 20 steps away, He couldn’t show that kind of interest in Y/N.

[illsssssuckbowers]

hey guys expect a new chapter up in the next hour or 2 x 

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