⋆ Raybies ⋆

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🌗Hi I’m Ray and I’m your fave teenage fangirl!!

🌗I love writing !!!

🌗I take requests for any and all characters i write for!! I write xreaders and i will never deny a request unless it’s triggering or something im not comfortable writing for!! I will always put TWs !!

Heads up!! Albums = a character , song = a prompt or drabble or something… I take request!!!

✩The shelves ✩

..feel free to search for a song or you can always scope for an album you like..I can always order in a new song for you…!

💌Jeremy Frazier💋

•Heaven knows i’m Miserable now ~ J-F💋

🍂Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5

• Sweetness🪽 Tw ; self harm mentioned , scar kissing .

💌Jason Todd🦇

• Hot Chocolates and restless nights ☕️

• Drabble..virgin Jason

• Drabble.. boyfriend!

• Drabble.. Christmas

• Drabble.. no idea

• Drabble.. Scars

• Drabble.. hatred

• Stalker ; part1 , part2

💌Patrick Hockstetter🔥

•Morbid curiosity ; part1 , part2 , part3

• Zombie Pat ; warmwelcome - p2

• Ghost reader ; cantignoreyou - p2

• Fatal Fire (smut implied)

🔪Ethan Landry📞

Had a huge crush on Ethan for a while, read a hundred or more little tumblr blogs on him and decided i needed to write for him too..

smut warning + usual gore xoxox

Ethan Landry is like Clark Kent…

I don’t mean he’s secretly superman, no no i mean he’s a fumbling idiot who’s all weak cause of his little crush on you and the moment the mask..his own version of a cape goes on and…well he’s changed .He’s evil, knife against any guy’s throat who even looked at you, he’s on the phone as ghostface whispering down to you about all the pathetic dirty things he’s gonna do to you, all gross and disgusting as he toys with himself . Phone in hand , holding his cock as he whispers what he’d do to you..maybe he’d act on it. Appear in your room in the dead of night , knife to your lips as he throws you around and does every single thing he’s talked about and you…well you’re just oblivious, you’re so down for both..down bad. I mean you don’t even know , one minute you’re giggling at Ethan’s failed flirting attempt and the next you’re under ghostface , practically drooling as he drills into you .

Ethan thinks it’s hilarious; how no one knows..how you give him your best smile and nod when he fake fumbles over every word, how you ease him into a conversation, even when you shudder in your little group conversations about ghostface . You play the act beautifully, you’d get away with being disgusted by the murders…all if it wasn’t for the fact you were under him mere hours ago , hand gripping the sheets , lashes fluttering , legs parted as his hand played with you.

It gets him off…to know you’re living a double life too, sure you’re not stabbing or teasing or harming anyone ..but you are helping a masked murderer get away with his crimes , you’re literally pushing him into you..your hands on him, your lipstick all over his lower torso , lipstick around his cock, spit dripping down his arms , your slick running down his body…you’re begging for him, the lights off during the whole thing . Sometimes he’d take his mask off, just to tease you, to kiss you, to taste you..and after ? he’d peck your forehead , tuck you back in as his mask falls back over his features and his boots leaving your room. God it’s just so…awful..

Ethan purposely asks questions to make you squirm..when you’re studying together, pushing you so he deeply knows how he’s effecting you. Watching you blush and stutter just at the simple question of “what did you do last night” or sometimes he’d push a littler harder, almost tease you over the phone back when the masks on, “hows Ethan Landry..?” he’d ask, making you practically beg for him not to kill himself off…it’s cute , real cute .

Maybe he’ll shed the mask fully one day, maybe half way through your usual ghostface fucking session..maybe just when you’re about to cum he’ll take it off. A smug smile on his lips as he whispers , “surprise !!” he’ll laugh, watch your face contort in horror and..well bliss from you hitting your edge . He’ll wait for you to ride it you, gasping as you pull away and cover yourself up, he’ll just drag you back to him. His lips whispering small , “i’m so sorry”s and maybe even the “don’t tell” , maybe he’d through in a “come on..it’s fun” as you finally give in, maybe he’d hold you . Cuddling you as you kiss back..and then he’d fuck you as Ethan, slow..sloppy as his ego drops a little as it finally hits him . He has you..both versions of him have you and you’re..not totally against it, he’ll just have to convince you later on that he’s only ghostface cause he’s doing it for a good reason..avenging his brother ..it’s sweet right? He’s doing this for his dead brother!!

Sure you’d be ok with it, you’d play along with him..even meet his family . Maybe he’d convince you to join him..maybe it’d take a couple good fucks, multiple outside dates and a hundred forehead kisses but he’d get you there…eventually

Fatal Fire… Patrick x reader

so sorry about my short break, had a death in the family so took a little media break to focus back on the point of living <333 had so many requests for more patrick fics so have a semi smut (?) fic with our beloved crazy, featuring a headcannon i have .

obrigado por ler (desculpe se a tradução estiver ruim, mas eu queria que você se sentisse visto) ..

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Patrick Hockstetter loved fire , the flames, the rush of adrenaline it caused, the squeals, the laughter rumbling from his mouth, the audiences gasps and giggles, the attention , the ways eyes would light up, the way pleas left throats and hit the air. The way his burnt fingers would fiddle with the lighter , the way lighter fluid burnt his nostrils, the way the orange and blue light would flicker and dance through the winds . He’d found comfort in it, perhaps the warmth of the flame or maybe just the way it danced so close to him, the heat kissing his skin just enough burn and create hardened , calloused skin on his fingers and sometimes his arms from when he’d dropped the lighter , maybe held it too close or maybe just sprayed the hair spray along his skin. He’d once sprayed his arm hair accidentally, the flame dancing along his hand upto his arm, danced so close it singed his hair straight off and left him with an awful smell. The smell so bad it made even him grimace and pull away, rushing to cool it off and remove any lingering smell of the moment he’d gotten to close . Perhaps he’d learnt his lesson…maybe not, Patrick Hockstetter never learnt his lesson. You were like a flame to him, too hot to fully handle without being singed or burnt by your coldness, sure he could handle a coldness. A distant being, sure he could handle it but he could only handle his own coldness, he expected you to be clingy like a puppy dog learning about the world not some independent flame, growing and moving on your own. Burning everything and anyone in your path, you didn’t care who met your wrath or what you singed nor the damage of your burns . You only cared for yourself and how to feed your flame, fuelling your passion and desire by ruining anything entrapped by your existence. You’d faced Henry Bowers and Greta Bowie, laughed in the possible face of it..you didn’t care to figure out what the whispers around you were . You didn’t care , untouched , your flame remained loud and bright . Not yet dimmed by society or what remained of your weakness, your desire to burn only remaining . You were afraid to get wet, too feel such emotions that complicated you or dimmed your light.You avoided the water, the emotional sentiments of life like a deer running from a hunter. You avoided friendships , people, anything that would spark anything, Patrick knew this yet he tried. Tried too hard yet you let him try,amused by his passion for your fire.Patrick grew too close at times, earning a burn from you which left his ego bruised for a day until he got a hold of himself and tried to get close again. Like a small child unaware that once a flame would attach itself to something it would continue burning before the thing eventually died or until the flame disappeared.His lack of awareness amused you, the way he burned for you . You’d admit you burned for him too, you’d hold his hand and listen to his rambles about fire , remaining nonchalant to not get put out. Eyes dim and focused , only until Hockstetter would pull the dimness away and spark you up again, firing things to keep you burning . Allowing your flame to carry on, despite his own skin burning at your existence.

You’d lay with him, his own rhythm set throughout yet set enough to keep you going and set enough to bring you to your own end. His skin burning against yours, both of your lips mixing together, sharing a flame, his hands moulding your fire to match his, his hands tracing each part of you that burned and ached for something to keep it going, oh and he’d manage each time to pull it out of you. Maybe on purpose, you’d keep him far but not far enough for him to keep going, to almost beg to fuck you. His eyes burning into yours before you’d give a nod, along with a kiss and perhaps along with some sort of brush against his skin. Patrick could admit you were the only girl who kept his interest, he found sex boring at times..never with you. He was too interested, hearing your noises , learning your body, fixing himself to adjust to your pace , to learn what you so desperately wanted and needed. Never dimming you outside of the moments but always making sure you didn’t burn yourself out . His lips seeking yours in the dark the same way fire seeks the wind to travel onto the next thing , he didn’t care if you burnt him nor if you stuck onto him like a flame in a dry patch. He loved it, loved needing you, needing your flame and perhaps you loved it too..thought neither of you would admit that…

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Thank you!!!!! Kinda wanted to write about a yearning between Patrick and the reader , i apologise if no one gets it . My bad <33

oooh i so totally can!!!!

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Patrick tasted off..odd..like bad meat or maybe raw chicken before you’ve fully cooked it. His skin ice cold and stiff, stiffer than usual, his heart rate no longer there , his blood no longer pumping, his eyes deader than before , his hands bonier , bugs crawling under skin…maybe you were just overthinking that. There weren’t actual bugs in his skin nor were his eyes deader than before , they were dull sure but Patrick Hockstetter’s eyes had always been dull and lifeless , something always dulling them no matter what or how . Patrick loved…well felt as close as he could to love for you, maybe it wasn’t ever said but it was well displayed and you knew it deep down. Even now as his ice cold fingers traced your spine, even as his eyes stared so dully into yours , even as his mouth held tightly together at each word you’d said, even as his dead disposing body layed next to yours . You knew it and you felt it, that’s why you stayed right beside him even now as he’d come back to you , dead or not. That meant something, how he’d gone to lengths to find you even after death , even after taking his last breath..his first thought was you. His first instinct was to find you, to hold you, to reassure you , to make sure you were fine . Which Patrick never did, he didn’t care this much usually, he never would nor would he ever truly make you such a priority so this was different. Dead Patrick was sweeter , sure you’d rather have your alive, breathing , full of warm blood and light boyfriend back but this undead version of your lover was so much sweeter..maybe you liked that more

So stayed there , one hand in his hair ; trying not to let your fingers touch the tender part of scalp , careful not to pick at the new wounds , careful to not skim the pieces of hair stuck to together by blood and brain fluid , careful not to bring anymore awareness to the fact that he was dead . Patrick’s hands digging into your flesh, kneading it as he nodded along to whatever rambles left your trembling, tired lips .His brain soothing at the sound of your delicate voice pronouncing each word almost like his death had caused you to become more careful with how each word would leave your lips or how each sentence was formed , even your breathing had stopped . Each gasp for air becoming slower , more intense, more thought about like you were fighting a panic attack or maybe even a giggle. Rambling like he had a gun pressed to your head, though his bony finger pressed to aggressively towards your temple felt like a loaded gun. The same coldness, same sort of pressure , same sort of feeling that stirred inside of you….

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Of course…!!!

I wasn’t aware that it would deem any interest,, i’d be happy to do any more requests that anyone has <3 sometimes requests don’t come in for some reason but if you leave them in the comments i can alway try my hardest to work on them for you !! <333

Can’t ignore you…

big fat gore + murder mention , like the actual act and it all being described so please don’t read if you’re sensitive to that <3

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Patrick had woken up during the night , his fingers curled around your skin, gripping it and pulling at the rotten flesh surrounding your wounds and exposing your bones..only this time your skin wasn’t its usual ghost pale. No no..you were transparent, becoming so soaked in moonlight that you were apart of it. Your body see through , a blue hue surrounding your form before you became more and more transparent until your beautiful sleeping form disappeared. He stayed there , sighing out before turning on his side . Sure Patrick Hockstetter lacked empathy, lacked the ability to truly understand what was happening or what had been happened. Your lack of memory helping no one, your constant cycle of waking up in the same place and appearing back into your boyfriend’s life. If he wasn’t already mentally ill enough, this would probably mess him up a lot more but he was fine with it, completely fine. It’s not every day the love of your life dies and comes back as a ghost and for someone like Hockstetter who loved the horror, the look of flesh falling off a bone..this was like a wet dream ..

He sat there the next morning , debating whether to visit the fridge in the scrapyard or if he wanted to go hang out with Henry Bowers and his usual selection of friends..he choice the last option. He’d get a kick out of bulling poor Richie Tozier and whatever losers were around then he’d be home just in time to pick at the food and then go off to bed to await your arrival once again…. though this time the hang out became way too long and Patrick was starting to forget about the usual schedule.. that was until his walk home when something..no someone caught his eye.

Your form, angry , the blue hue now a deep purple and somewhat a little brighter than usual. Tears dripping from your face , eyes narrowing , mouth closed , bottom lip caught between your teeth, body aching and mind a mess, “I waited for you.”

“I got busy..” He faked nonchalance, walking beside you, “doll…come on..-“

“busy? busy? “ You’d practically screamed at him, “right busy forgetting all about your dead girlfriend, yeah that’s just amazing. Like i don’t wish i could forget that i was dead or like i don’t wish i was real, alive and having fun. “ You’d hissed , body contouring into the woods before your wails filled the air, surrounding birds flying off. Patrick stood there for a moment before taking off, catching upto you in seconds.

“i didn’t mean it like that..alright? “ He sighed out , eyes trained away from you as his hand came out to guide you back, he shrugged , “i wish i could bring you back, id kill anyone for you Kill anything if it meant i could have you back…” He mumbled out, your body turned , eyes narrowing for a moment.

Maybe your mind was messed up from your death, or maybe from waking up alone with only Pennywises words stuck in your mind or maybe just because you weren’t meant to be here. You were meant to be dead. Fully dead. You’re entire being dead. Existence swiped . Maybe that’s what caused this impulsive little snap to happen, “do it.” You gasped out , your mind filled with that playful, murderous voice of your capture , “it’ll bring me back..” you mumbled, mind choosing the words and lips spitting them out . This was all the clowns doing, practically using you to manipulate your already broken boyfriend, “just knock out some nerd and dump their body to the sewers pat…it’ll bring me back. He promised..” You hummed, floating around him before your hand snaked upto that sweet spot in his hair, playing with it before your tongue swiped up his neck, cold kissed running up his flesh. Your giggle intoxicating him and leaving his mind a mess just as your form disappeared into the night.

Patrick had nothing against killing anyone, he’d thought of it..going so far to try it on the neighbour hood pets. This would be easy , all he had to do was pick his victim, take them away, swing a couple of times, almost murder them and throw their body into the sewers. Easy for someone who’d dreamt of the acts almost every day . Patrick knew who his victim would be Mary, a girl you didn’t particularly like and a girl practically no one cared for. He’d waited the next day after school for her, been overly nice to her on the walk home before taking her to a more “scenic “ route. Something he knew she’d like since she spent most of her time alone in the photography classroom, she’d once given an english speech on the importance of gardening and what to do when a plant dies. Boring and practically nothing no one would miss, maybe apart from her parents but due to their divorce last may , neither of them had time for little Mary. He’d led her towards a bunch of pansies before pushing her to the ground, one hand holding onto her back before he’d raised the knife . Laughing before plunging it into her back, stabbing her until her screams stopped , until her eyes glazed over, until her blood ran red and stained the mud beneath her. She was still alive when he’d started to drag her, her little pleas for help not going unnoticed nor her whimpers or her body jolting in pain. He stood there, blood soaked and wild . Determined to have you back, to have you alive. He threw her into the sewers, wiping his hands once he’d heard her body thud and the water beneath sweep her up. His hands worked to change his clothing , throwing his bloody ones down there before he walked home , like nothing had happened..which it did. No one would care that Mary was missing nor would they mind , they’d be too focused that you’d come back , they’d ask questions , let you do whatever you wanted and you’d love it.

Night time came around slowly , Patrick too antsy to even eat decided to take his plate upstairs to you , he’d share it with you…he waited, each noise making him jolt, his hands ready to finally feel your warmth , lips ready to capture yours , finally ready to have the real you back. The alive one but nothing came. Each tick of the clock only working to make Patrick more and more tense , it’d hit midnight and still nothing … where were you..?

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Can’t ignore you…

Patrick Hockstetter x ghost!reader

Heavily Inspired by the song In My Room ; ICP

part 2

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Patrick Hockstetter was beyond help, beyond saving, beyond any type of sacrifice or punishment or praying. His mind too messed up, so messed up he believed he was the only person on earth that every person, animal, thing and even the surrounding earth wasn’t real. It didn’t exist , only he existed..only him and well…you. You did, you did before you went missing . Patrick had found your body months later , dead. Your body broken, a mess, wounds so deep anyone could through them. He’d placed your body in the fridge like the other pets he’d found. Though the night he had, he’d gone home . His mind in disbelief that you were truly gone, though he believed you weren’t..no no your body was…you weren’t ..and that was true, his only proof being the fact you visited him each and every night.

Your knuckles gently tapping against the glass, “are you gonna let me in..?” you’d whisper , a softness in your voice , your eyes peering into his as he’d appear . Hopeful and relieved you’d returned again to him. His mind didn’t mind that you were some form of a ghost , atleast you were real and here , the moonlight shining through you and making you transparent. You were unaware of your existence, not fully sure what happened or why you could only appear at night ; you’d fall asleep in his arms and wake up outside in the forest, your legs floating…carrying you all the way back to Patrick’s attic bedroom. Pale skin pressing against the glass before Patrick opened it, the warmness of his flesh picking you up and pushing you down onto his bed.

You yawned , “mhmph..missed you..” you mumbled , lips pressing against his skin and hands tracing against his skin, unaware that you’d caused his skin to prick up or his eyes to narrow . His hands holding you so tightly that your flesh practically disappeared into his warmth , his eyes scanning you like a scared cat . Hoping you’d stay for the full night and that he’d wake up with you in his arms like before but he knew it couldn’t happen. He’d remove the sun if it meant you’d stay here with him forever, he was growing more and more paranoid with each visit . Ready to stab anyone who saw, he’d do anything if it meant you’d stay with him even now..even dead , even as a ghost.

“missed you too doll..” He’d hum back, his lips finding yours and causing his body to shake, probably from how cold you really were . He’d memorised everything new about you, your new taste..distantly tasting of bacon, your new temperature, the new scars and bruises lining your skin. The mess that was you…sure he adored it all, adored the fact you were back within his arms but he missed the old you, the you that didn’t exist in the dark of his room, the you that could exist anywhere.

He layed there , that was all, his arms around you and yours around him. Your eyes stuck on each others , breathing matching , you didn’t speak much but that was fine..Patrick didn’t care, he just wanted you back and he’d do anything, he was just as obsessed with you if not more now that you were dead. He didn’t need anything else other than you, you were lovers that was enough. His fingers tracing , his lips softly pressing against yours until you’d both fall asleep.The sun would cut through the curtains , your form gone from his bed..oh how he longed for the old…alive you back…

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Morbid Curiosity…

a much requested part 3..? is this becoming a series ?

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Patrick had trailed behind you like a loyal dog the entire walk home, each step you took , each breath you snuck practically being studied by him. His body mirroring yours , his mind working overtime to figure you out . Not even aware you were talking to him right now, not even aware his hand had skimmed yours, not even aware that you were genuinely warming upto him.

“So…are we friends and does that mean i’m safe from henry’s wrath or…?” You turned , eyes wide like a deers, hand foolishly messing with your hair , the setting sun make you glow like some sort of angel sent..which Patrick was starting to believe, he’d made everything around apart from you but you were real..so real that you matched him perfectly, maybe he had made you too.Maybe not.

“Henry..” He mumbled , only now snapping out of his mind and into the moment , only now noticing he was stood on your porch with you. Only now realising it was past curfew and that you were still here, you’d talked the entire time to him and not even mentioned how late it was getting or how much trouble you’d be in with your parents or how the creeping darkness was starting to get to you , starting to weigh down on your mind and body. “uh..i’ll see..maybe if you hang out with me again..” He lazy line left his lips, that smug smile tugging his lips , body leaning into yours as he handed you your bag back.

“hmm i’ll think about it..?” A stupid puppy dog look appeared in your eyes , making it even harder for Hockstetter to concentrate or even keep up with whatever your pretty mouth was babbling about. He nodded, probably way too fast and possibly gave away how much he didn’t mind your company. How you didn’t annoy him, how you actually made him feel something other than a murderous intention , i mean sure if the moment came up…he could probably cut into you, dissect each part , study you and everything inside you…probably feast upon your soft flesh and taste that warm red that pumped around you , the warm red that sent heat into your face , the same that made your lashes flutter and that made that soft sweet noise leave your throat.

He stood there , watching you turn and wave him off . He waved back, mind working over time to figure out how or what you’d done to make him act like an animal starved. He stood there ,stuck in place for so long that the lights of your house had dimmed, the moon had witnessed the sun leave , the crickets began their usual nightly gossip and so long that the neighbours across the street were growing worried . The lights from their house turning back on, the glow so bright it snapped him back out of his lovestruck state and back into his brutal bulling machine state. He’d walked back home, mind full of you and only you; a part of him soured at the actual thought of wanting you…wanting you and just you, he didn’t even care if all you’d do was giggle at him and not even touch him..and that..that was enough to almost make him rethink everything. He’d warmed upto the thought of you by time he’d gotten home, shoes leaving muddy steps upto his room. A shrine of rock bands, comics and weird things he’d collected like bones , rocks and the occasional science book paper..like a page on dissecting rats or a pigs heart welcomed him, his arms tired and pulling his clothing off . His bed unmade and ready for him to take his much needed slumber though Patrick knew he’d only get an hour or two of sleep, his mind so heavily bent on you and how to make sure you stayed close .

Friday rolled around ; a week of Patrick and you getting sickly close, your shared interest becoming the only thing you did together. Your conversations consisting solely on “wanna go see a dead cat?” or “hey look at this” or even “i heard there’s a whole bunch of dead birds in the forest .” Patrick thought of each conversation or hang out as a way to you, his mind making use of each moment he got with you. Using that interest of yours to keep you focused on the poor animal and your mouth running with stuff , he’d practically manipulated these hang outs to be a whole different thing. You’d stare at the corpse like a hunting dog ready to feast , as would he, you’d be so focused on everything that Patrick would ask anything and you’d willingly spill. He loved it, having you so close, your mind so available, your eyes so focused. He fed off of it, fed off of the thought that you were just as messed up as he was , fed off of the thought that you were real. Friday afternoon rolled around and as did Patrick’s hand on your shoulder , guiding you into the quarry and towards a dead fish, only now did Patrick have some sort of plan for this.

“I mean you can literally see it laying its eggs…” He shrugged , hands snaking to your hips and pulling you closer , his fingers tracing your skin. The buzz in the back of his mind fuiling everything and making his grin grow bigger and bigger . He knew how’d he’d do this, show you the fish, let his hands wander until his lips found yours and the boom he’d ask the question and you’d say yes and everything would be perfect..right ? It’s not like you were having your own thoughts or feelings…or even having your own plan.

“She’s missing an eye..” You hummed out, your head turning as soon as Patrick’s warm fingers dug into your flesh. Bones digging deep just to pull back and resume their tracing , “you think she lost it before or after she died..?” You asked , eyes focused on his and his focused on yours . Not even a gasp of air could get between you both , you were just breathing in and out of each others air. Eyes stuck to each others , body’s contouring and becoming one, minds swapping thoughts and now even heart beats matching . Perhaps you even shared the same buzz in the back of your heads.

“hmm i don’t know…probably after . Some bird probably ate it right off of her corpse ..” He laughed , “anyways..i’m bored..” He shrugged , eyes moving back to the fish before they moved to you once again, his fingers moving up and towards your face , “how about we..uh..get out of here..? hm? go get a milkshake or something..” He asked , eyes stuck on your lips as they formed a sweet smile. The sort of smile that almost had him break, almost had him rough himself back up and force his lips to yours but no..patrick knew that if he did do that then you’d run off and probably never speak to you. He knew you were morbid like him..but he knew you were also tame, he’d seen your friends , heard your conversations and even knew what music you listened to. All tame…or well tame enough for him. You nodded at him, complying as usual before you paused.

“how about i show you something..?” You suggested , your fingers messing with the collar of his shirt and tugging him back to you, he froze. His head nodding , mind shut off, hands stuck on you like you’d just put some sort of trance onto him, making that buzzing in the back of his thump and thrash around like a caged animal biting at its bars. You giggled , lips finding his and gently moving against him..the action brought him out of his trance , the buzz escaping its cage and finally finding a way to attack. Patrick didn’t know how to act gentle , especially right now , especially after he’d became so obsessed with you. His lips found yours within seconds, greedy and desperate for contact. His hands wandering, grabbing, pulling, pushing and causing little noises to escape your lips. Your hands snaking all over him , only causing the heat between you both to thicken and cause an animalistic urge to take over Patrick. He had you backed into a tree, his lips making a mess of yours , his teeth nibbling on the flesh, nibbling so badly he’d torn your bottom lip causing you to wince and pull away the second you’d felt the pain . You gasp , breathing ragged and lashes fluttering. You looked perfect , real…so real . You tasted real , Patrick decided then and there that you were all he needed.

He let you take a minute before his tongue lapped at your blood, a mumble of sloppy “oops”s and “shit..look at you..” leaving his lips as he continued to clean you up in his own messed up way. Once the blood had stopped, once he’d swallowed the last drop of you, once his hands hand left the final bruise he’d pull away. Eyes stuck on you and how goddamn ethereal you looked, “be my girlfriend.” He blurted out , eyes desperate like a starved dog awaiting a treat .

“mhmph..” You nodded, half panting for air and half slightly bewildered by how messy, how wild , how free you’d just been with Patrick Hockstetter. You knew this sort of behaviour would get you talked about , make you lose friends in school… you didn’t care . Your soul felt a little more seen with Patrick, your mind a little more clearer, your voice actually heard and your body appreciated.

Patrick nodded, his hands moving to fix your hair , “look at you..” He hummed out , “all mine..huh? “ He laughed , that smug look on his face before his lips met with your forehead and his hands pulled you back into him, “beautiful..” He mumbled , fixing you up before leading you out into the forest and towards the Derry diner ; little to no one even inside or outside of it .

He’d led you to sit down, ordered a strawberry milkshake despite the hatred he had for them…something inside him hatred them but you’d briefly mentioned them once during one of your walks and now Patrick felt like he owed you this. Owed you a milkshake for being the only real thing despite him, being the only girl who didn’t look at him like he was dirt , for being the only person who smiled at him for something other than the horrific things he did, for being so understanding and for being so goddamn beautiful. Youd taken the first sip, your hand snaking towards his as you batted your lashes, your lips pursed and broken from the heated moment you shared. Patrick knew it was wrong to think of that during this moment but it’s all he could think about.

He sat there, watching you drink before he finally spoke, “so uh..now we’re together..how about we start acting like it,huh? “ You sent him a look, a look that meant not to push his luck , that you weren’t sure of what was about to escape his lips, “let me kiss you in public, ride with me and the boys , let me walk you home every time i see you, let me sneak in your house so we can make out..” You snapped him a look at the last demand , he knew it was pushing his luck but that didn’t stop the idea of it..of finally seeing what your room looked like if it was going to portray you in the most perfect way or if it was going to be the total opposite..either way he didn’t care aslong as you were around.

“hmmm fine..but maybe not sneaking in..yet.”

“yet?”

“Pat..it’s not even been a day..” You scoffed out, giggling as you playfully rolled your eyes , your lips pecking his before returning to the milkshake . Patrick smirked , squeezing your hand before complying . He knew he was getting ahead of himself but these were only mere dreams he had of you and him, only the less important things he wanted to do. He wanted to explore each part of you, your room only being the start . He’d hope to move onto how that brain of yours fully worked, you’d worked out a little between your shared interest but he wanted to know what set you off, what didn’t , why it didn’t, why it did, what you needed, what you wanted, what you hated, what you loved, if you felt real, what you knew and you. He wanted to know you, every part even the worst part.

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The quarry within Derry stood at a stand still, the dark forest surrounding it becoming quiet , eerily quiet. Way too quiet for a place full of wildlife especially this late into the summer, the rivers were usually busy with the new species of fish and the woods way too full with noisy birds who flew at the sound of every movement or even smaller animals that ran at the sound…but not this summer..no no something was different. There was a darkness hidden beneath, breathing in every sign of life and engulfing it into the darkness. The grief buried in Derry didn’t help , the church bells sounding every time a child went missing, the crumbled and weathered missing children posters drowning each wall or street . The usual sounds of happiness in the streets or along rows of houses now gone, replaced with fear from both children and adults …

You’d stood there , searching for any hope or sign of your old friends or even your old boyfriend ; Patrick Hockstetter. Patrick wasn’t the one to just go missing, you knew as much or at least you hoped you did, he’d tell you if he ever was to stray off or even pack his things and go. Patrick would share his every thought, every feeling ; morbid or not , they’d spill out no matter what or where. Sometimes in intimate moments or even when you were about to sleep, he’d snuggle close and whisper something that would for sure keep you awake a little longer . He’d never play a sick joke on you, not when you were the only other real person around and especially not when you were sworn to keep the secret of the fridge and the horrors kept deep in it. You stood there , water lapping at your boots as you stared down at the lake ; genuinely debating if the search was even worth it. He’d been missing for months now and each one felt less and less hopeful. You’d seen him before he left , that stupid smile on his face as he’d kissed you and left . Promising to come back…and he hadn’t . You cried at first , cried so hard you’d broke your skin and so hard your throat had swelled. You were tired , too tired to sleep and too tired to eat. You knew Patrick wasn’t missing, a part believed he’d been murdered or maybe kidnapped and the other..the other just chose to ignore any option. You couldn’t handle the actual thought of your boyfriend coming to harm, it’d kill you if they’d found his body first . You wanted to find it, incase there was some sort of fighting chance he was still there..but every day until curfew you search and each time became less and less hopeful. It just became exhausting, your hopes highering just to crash back down again and send you home with a tear stained face and a broken, blooded bottom lip.

A snap alerted you this time, snapping you from each and every thought you had right now. Your head turned , eyes narrowing in the direction of one of the pipes , the setting sun hitting it and making the pair of eyes staring back at yours appear darker..almost red in the light. You’d quickly shook your head and blinked away, the lack of sleep finally making you delirious…right? You’d turned , taking that as a sign that you were ready to go home and that this. This lack of sleep, this lack of genuine happiness was getting to you, that the grief had finally fully hit and you were suffering. You’d practically hurried out of there , ankles rolling as you sprinted away like some sort of hunted deer.

The darkness over Derry soon became rain, hard rain . The kind that left you soaking , cold and in pain from the sheer heaviness of it , you’d practically pushed yourself through your door . Running upto your room to change and dry off, not able to shake off the feeling of being watched . Your mind spiralling , body cold , heart racing straight out of your chest and into your throat . You’d changed into one of Patrick’s old shirts and a pair of old shorts , jumping into your bed and hiding under the blankets like a scared child. You’d heard thumping from each step and corner of the house , each one nearing closer and closer. You’d prayed it was just your blood rushing , creating some sort of noise..but a part of you knew it was something..someone else. The pair of eyes from the quarry, perhaps they’d followed you home and broke in. You tried to shake it off, convincing yourself it was a lack of sleep.

A lack of sleep that made your skin crawl and your stick up right..? The kind that made your leg be pulled , the blankets dropped from your body, a weird force that pushed you upwards and deeper into your bed. The kind that groaned and growled , that sank in your bed and hovered over you. The kind that looked like your boyfriend only greyer, only bruised and more bloodied . The kind that made your boyfriend look dead. Insanely dead. The kind that made your eyes stay stuck and your lips open. The kind that stopped you from even reacting. This wasn’t real, it was a lack of sleep..right ? A lack of sleep that somehow made your boyfriend appear right infront of you..sure.

Whatever this…was , it was Patrick. Patrick Hockstetter. Patrick Hockstetter who’d been missing for months . Patrick Hockstetter who’d been your boyfriend of a year. Patrick Hockstetter who’d broke a kids noise for looking at you wrong Patrick Hockstetter who’d snuck into your room multiple times to make out with you and ask you weird questions. Patrick Hockstetter who believed death didn’t exist and if it did then everything around him would die too. Patrick Hockstetter. A dead Patrick Hockstetter.A version of Patrick Hockstetter that didn’t exist..right.? Right.

Your eyes slammed shut , mumbling some sort of pleas for your mind to just go back to normal. Only when they opened again were they met with the same eyes you’d fallen inlove with , the same eyes that’d stare into yours every day, the same eyes that’d been fascinated with you. You froze , not wanting to believe that this was real. Oh but a part of you longed for it to be real, for your Patrick to be back and set everything into place again.

“Pat..?” You mumbled , sitting up as you analysed the boy infront of you. He looked like Patrick, had that same wild look in his eyes, had the same clothes on that you’d last seen him in, had the same hair, the same features, the same mannerisms.He didn’t speak back for a moment, his hands bruised and bloody only gently moving upto you and cupping your face . His eyes scanning your face , lips parting as he pressed his forehead against yours .

“I’m real.” He hummed out , the same voice you’d grown so accustomed to, the same hands that you’d grown attached to, the same smell you’d loved. He stared , lips smirking before they hit yours . Softly as to not startle you before he pulled away again.

“How-“

“‘m not sure..” He shrugged before giggling, that same manic laugh he’d always had. You were relieved, a lot relieved but something was off , he didn’t feel like Patrick. He behaved, looked, sounded like him but he wasn’t him, your Patrick was warm, meaty, alive. He didn’t feel like a corpse , like a cold slab holding you right now..

“You feel dead…” The words left your lips before you could even process them.

“I feel dead..” He scoffed out, eyes narrowing for a moment, “pretty sure i am.” He pulled away, scanning for you a hint of something other than fear .

“you’re dead…?” You scoffed out, convinced you were actually just going insane. Your body hitting your bed frame , eyes stuck on him before your body actually processed it , your mind now running wild and your heart racing more than ever.

“But i’m real..so i’m not.” He shrugged , typical Patrick to blow off something so important. His hand moved up to his shirt, lifting it to show off some open wound . A small wound that mirrored that of a small bite mark, still there, unhealed, open and decaying. The sight was enough to make your tears stream, head snapping away as you gasp, “pretty sure this would’ve healed if i was dead..huh?” His head tilted in your direction as your hand shooed him away. His hands coming up to drop his shirt and his smirk coming back, that maniacal laugh leaving his lips.“Crazy..huh? I’m like one of those undead-“

“You’re seriously laughing..?” Your eyes snapped back to him, you were hurt..angry and overall confused. Your boyfriend goes missing, somehow dies and comes back like it’s all normal..like this was an average day for him. He froze , smirk stopping for a moment before he shook his dead . His eyes narrowing .

“Please this is like the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m real .” He scoffed out, nice to know patrick’s deluded mind was still intact . His only thought being about how he was real, how he’d probably cheated death and how it all made sense cause he was the only real thing on this planet..besides well you…

“You went missing for months. Do you have any idea how fucking insane this is?” You’d gasped out, head shaking and voice trembling, too close to crying to even care that you were arguing with your dead boyfriend, “and you’re just sat there laughing like it’s normal-“

He froze again, eyes scanning before his arms pushed you into him, his hands playing with your hair , “i’m real, i’m…real..” He whispered, “i survived death..i’m-“ He froze , his mind finally realising why you were so hurt and so confused , “listen I…i don’t know what happened. One minute I was going about my day and the next I wake up in the sewers and covered in blood. I’ve poked the holes, no pain. No pain anywhere . I’m like dead..” He mumbled , pushing your head upto face his, “but i’m here…i’m not gonna go again. “

You stared up at him, “you have no idea how hard it’s been.” You whisper out , eyes scanning his face , “i thought you’d left me..” that earned a scoff from him, a laugh leaving his lips at the thought of him ever leaving you..not after he’d stalked you for months and became so obsessed with you that he’d broke into your house just to convince you to date him. “I didn’t wanna believe you’d leave me but it just got worse and worse every day, Patrick I thought you died.”

“I did die and i’m somehow back here , with my girlfriend who i’ve missed and who’s actually like a total pussy right now-“ He smirked and you’d instinctively hit him, watching his face contort before a barrel of laughter left his lips, you were hurt and somehow Patrick didn’t even realise how much his disappearance had affected you. Maybe it was his lack of empathy, awareness or maybe it was because his death only felt like mere seconds. “I missed you too..only every thought about getting back to you..” He hummed out, lips capturing yours before he’d pushed you closer . You’d complied , letting him as you accepted that your boyfriend…dead or undead… had come back. To you.

“Missed you more..you don’t understand how much I needed you.” You admitted , hands tangled in the mess of his hair but you’d worry about that later..you’d worry about the mess later or even how this was going to work later. None of it mattered right now.

“‘m here now..never gonna leave again until you kill me..which is gonna be like hard since i’m already dead..” He joked , pushing you so close that your warmness had finally reached his coldness creating some sort of luke warm sensation between the two of you, his hands trialing your hips , his lips finding yours before finally fully capturing them….

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Morbid Curiosity…

Part 2 ; usual triggers…this is Patrick Hockstetter so be warned…

part1 , part3

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You’d seen him in the hallways , that cheshire cat grin and that somehow looming frame of his. His eyes wild but somehow also just as dull as the sky outside , the spring rains making the usual school day gloomier…Patrick’s presence only adding to the atmosphere. You’d tried to avoid him, tried and somehow failed , you’d found your locker smashed open with the dears skull and antlers in it ; displayed along side some flowers . Maybe if it was some other guy you’d find it sweet..? or well as sweet as you could find a skull and dying flowers . You’d stashed them into your bag, eyes scanning until they found him. Your new shadow, peering behind you . His hands coming behind and cupping your waist , “I haven’t got all day..” He hummed out , that stupid giggle leaving his lips .

“Hello Hockstet-“ You stare at him, his finger now pressed against your lips and his other hand leaving your waist, moving to brush the stray hairs away.

“Ah ah..I prefer Patrick..maybe Pat if you’re feeling sweet..” He smirked , the buzzing hallway light making him look more wolf like than boy like. He was the predator, teeth white and glistening, the overhead shadow making them look pointed and ready to sink into your flesh.

“Patrick.” You corrected yourself , eyes moving away from him within seconds , chin pulling away from his finger pressed against your skin only for his hand to cup it and push it back into place. Laughs leaving him like a starved hyena , “Thank you..” A soft gasp left your lips, your mind just hoping for him to let go and leave .

“You’re welcome,babe..” He shrugged , letting go before his hand swiped your bag from beside you, “how about I walk you home..?” He scoffed , eyes peering ; studying you. Your breathing, your lips parted in shock, your eyes narrowing , the way you held yourself , the way you dressed, the way your hair stood on end as soon as he’d touched you. He laughed again, hand reaching for your shoulder .

“How about..you go to that detention you have…? hm? i can walk home myself “ You scoff , defensive like a female bird protecting its nest ; no match for the cat hunting.

“Hmmm..” He shrugged , his hand now gripping your flesh, kneading it as he guided you through the hallway and outside , “i was gonna show you this horses corpse i found but-“

“wait..” You turned, a new spark in your eyes . A spark that sent something buzzing into Patrick’s mind, relighting that thought that you were as real as he was and that your warm flesh, your blood pumping and that the way your eyes moved were all intentional , that you weren’t some sort of robot produced by his mind to keep him sane. You were real, realer than anything else.

He smirked , a laugh leaving his lips as he started to guide you along the usual path towards town , his eyes scanning for anyone who dared to have an opinion. A slight pang of disappointment hitting him once he realised no one cared , no one actually cared for the fact that you,the shiny new girl in Derry, was being lured away from the comfort of the town and into the forest. He’d caught site of Henry Bowers and his usual “friends”, they weren’t really friends .Just vessels that responded to him, that agreed with his antics, that pushed him to do more. Patrick saw them as minions if anything. He smirked , sending them a wave before pulling you closer, “it’s a little out of the way but it’s perfect, no one’s touched it . “ He hummed , eyes moving back to you and your now confused and somewhat slightly nervous face, now this did something a lot more than create a buzz. That innocent look in your eyes sent shivers into his spine, it travelled up it and stroked his hair. He was practically feeding of this ; you and the realness of you.

“I..uh..I gotta be home before curfew..” You hum out , trying to wiggle away from him like a rabbit taught in a trap ; his nails digging into your flesh, breaking and bruising it . Causing your face to contort in pain , a whine leaving your lips..snapping Patrick out of his trance , his hand lifting away as he watched you step away and glare at him. Your hand moving up to soothe the pain , he knew what he was about to be met with . Rejection. Sure rejection wasn’t real, no real person would reject him. This was reality..his reality and if you were really real then you wouldn’t reject him, right?

You gulped , “ow..” your hand stopped its soothing, eyes falling onto him as you stood there studying him just as he was studying you, you knew it was best not to piss him off . You wouldn’t want the whispers you’d heard to be true, about him burning kids or about his gang cutting kids or even the ones about them forcing girls to go out with him but you also knew it was far from right to just accept the pain, your experiences in life had taught that much so instead of reacting or even attempting to acknowledge it, you just turned your head . Ignoring him and the slight burning pain in your flesh.

Patrick froze ; you didn’t react the same way the delusional walking and talking pieces of flesh and blood did. Your face had dropped and turned away, Patrick stood there . For the first time in his life he was shocked , sure he’d felt shocked before like when the leeches had bit him that time but not to this level, his head tilted like a confused dog . His hands moving for a moment , fixing your bag onto his shoulders before he gulped and pulled himself back together, “I’m pretty sure the horse was male.” He nodded , moving infront of you ; trying to dominate the situation again.

“Just let me know where it is and i’ll swing by it some other time.” You still remained stuck in place , head turning , eyes scanning as your hand reached up to massage the flesh . Patrick watched before moving , his hand moving to your flesh in an instant. He didn’t regret it, and he certainly didn’t feel guilty , Patrick never felt guilt. He’d never experienced and knew he never would.

“No no come on, it’ll be fun. “ He assured , his hand gently tracing the small wounds , his eyes scanning your face for any sign of weakness Only he wasn’t met with weakness nor sadness , just a dumb look in your eyes that set something buzzing in his brain like a fly hitting a window not knowing what it was. That look was realer than anything , so real it sent his stomach stirring , his heart pumping ; sure he’d maybe felt an ounce of this when he and the boys would scan through play boy magazines but he hadn’t felt this. Not this weird feeling of heat , not something that actually stopped his brain for a moment.

Your eyes scanned his , gulping for a moment as the air settled . Something was shifting, you didn’t know what or how but something was going on between you and Patrick. His hand quickly moved away from your flesh , his eyes moving away like a guilty dog , his lips tightening , body becoming tense . Yours becoming the opposite, eyes stuck on him like a deer in headlights , lips parting , hand reaching for his before pulling away and body softening , “i guess i could see it but-“

“i’ll walk you home and ill make sure you don’t end up with blood staining your pretty clothes or ruining your nice hair or..uh..” He shrugged , looking back at you with the same hungry look as usual, you shrugged . Mind analysing his words , picking them apart and tearing into them. Trying to deepen each one but miserably failing each time. He’d practically complimented you..and Patrick Hockstetter never complimented anyone , especially girls unless it was about how their “ tits sat just right “ or how their “ ass jiggles like some sort of jello”

You made a noise of acceptance, letting him walk ahead and guide you into the depth of the now darkening forest. The sun lighting the skies up , the hues becoming darker and making the forest seem like it was on fire. Patrick had slid down the path, purposefully as his back had hit the nearest tree. His eyes scanning you as he hoped you’d fall and end up needing him. You took a step , eyes scanning before you eventually slipped , a mumble of cursed leaving your lips before you pulled into Patrick .

A series of laughs leaving his lips , his hand staying snuggly onto your hip as he continued you on, “haven’t got all damn day for you to be falling..” He giggled out , making sure you were walking fine before he continued pushing you infront of him.

“like you didn’t want me to fall..”you scoff out, eyes scanning the area before they landed onto the entire reason you were here. You gasp before moving away, Patrick catching up in seconds and somehow managing to keep his hand on you.

You gasped out in awe, moving closer ; causing Patrick to shadow you once again, his head resting on yours as he watched you, “he’s a beauty ,huh?” He mumbled, you’d made a noise of agreement, too busy staring to form a sentence or even to pay any attention to him.

Patrick stood there , letting you stare down at the horses corpse like it was some sort of art form which it technically was, its body stiff and layed on the side , head tilted up and eyes closed like the creature had just accepted death. He watched you, watched how you walked around with that stupid little spark in your eyes , Patrick was trying to seem like this was no big deal like the fact you had the same interest in the dead the same way he did wasn’t setting him off and making him just want to show you the fridge or even admit to everything he’s ever done.

You turn after half an hour , a childish grin on your face mimicking that of a spoiled kid who’d just been told to go wild in the toy store. Patrick knew that look, the one of happiness and sure it didn’t nothing for him but inflate his ego, but that stupid spark was still in your eyes and some part of him hoped you’d never lose it. Especially not when looking at him. You’d walked back to him, the setting sun making you look ethereal , it highlighted every part of you . Patrick froze for a moment before a giggle left your lips, “thank you..” you hummed out , walking past him and causing him to trail behind like your shadow once again…..

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Morbid Curiosity…

Patrick Hockstetter x fem!reader

Dark themes.gore.abuse.animal death.detailed gore.reader is sort of dark (collects animal bones etc).

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Patrick Hockstetter knew nothing of fear , nothing of horror , of gore , of grief, of death or even basic human emotions, they weren’t real just delusions created by the walking flesh and blood around him..though he knew even the personification of a human form wasn’t real , nor the love or adoration that came with the human form. Gods and religion didn’t exist , nor did the bounds of hell or the extremity of religion. Patrick Hockstetter only knew himself , only knew the art work of his skin, how his blood bled once his skin broke, how his body lay dull and dirty after digging up the bones of pre loved pets in the cemetery or the bones of farm animals left to rot in fields far from any busy place in Derry. He only knew himself , his own thoughts and his own “feelings”. He knew no bounds or breaks, no pauses or steps, no quick glances or breaths , he only knew nothing but long stares,a slow walk, a fast paced breath escaping his grin. He knew the pleasure he experienced once he’d found himself an experiment, a dead vessel of love to poke and rip apart , perhaps a pet or an animal that had reached its end or sometimes was about to. He’d prolong their death , of course, pressing against the wounds or maybe making new ones , setting the flesh on fire to smell comfort of death and then finally placing into the scrapyards hidden gem ; the fridge. His alter , his place of worship, his church..the only thing that felt real, that didn’t cause the creeping feeling of paranoia. He knew it was..or well he knew it wouldn’t be received well , he knew the talks he’d get perhaps the looks too..maybe it was worth it ; the feeling of pleasure was perhaps worth being scolded . He’d allow it, pretend he’d change and then run back into the woods in search of a new corpse, carrying to a new closed area for his worshipping..maybe he’d pick an old dresser next time.

He stood , eyes scanning the forest like some sort of deranged wolf starved of a decent meal..something filling , tastier than last, something that would keep him going and keep the paranoia away again until the urge would come back and cause his to hunt again. Patrick’s breath came shallow, too excited to really take in the air around though it felt too stale and would probably scorch his lungs and cause him to cough. His ears pricked at the sound of a branch snapping , his body contouring towards it in an almost paranormal manner, eyes wild and hands ready to attack. Only he wasn’t met with the usual bird or smaller prey..this time he was met with…well you. The newest thing to Derry, something Patrick knew of but didn’t know enough of. He smirked , taking a step to your form ; hands ready to grab and tug . He waited for a gasp , a look of horror or perhaps a gulp but nothing happened, you scoffed and turned back to what you were doing .

“I’ve never seen you around here before,toots..” He hummed , leaning against a tree in the most animalistic way possible; body leaning behind it , head peering from the other side like some sort of snake waiting for its prey to drop dead. His eyes stayed focused, too focused, he looked dead himself ; dirt covered , dried blood staining his hands , his usual pale complexion looking even paler thanks to the darkness of the woods.

You glare at him, the same way a guilty dog stares once caught ; innocent yet somewhat violent at the same time. A scoff leaving your bruised and bleeding lips , one hand holding a rotting deer corpse and the other bandaged and probably too weak to even hold something, “and i’ve never seen you around here,cocksucker..” you practically growl it out, turning your back once again to investigate the wounded animal. The deer corpse was rotting; rotting so bad if you were to hold it into direct sunlight then you’d be able to see straight through its flesh , mangled by the bullet wounds and injuries caused by the local strays. The flesh had almost peeled off , grey and no longer as pretty as the usual deer pelt. Its antlers still intact, eyes wide and stained with the horror of death. You place it back down, bowing for a moment before you reach into your denim shorts back pocket.

“what are you doing…?” A whisper dances against your ear, patrick’s front now pressed against your back, his hand resting on your shoulder . Bony fingers gripping your exposed flesh, his nails digging into it with the same strength a bear has once it finds prey. You hiss in pain,which in turn only causes Patrick to grip harder , pulling you closer against the meaty feeling of his hand and the coldness of his skin. He was corpse like.

“I want its bones..” A mumble escapes your lips , fingers finally pulling out a rusty old pocket knife ; probably stolen from your grandparents old shed . You turn your head , only to find Patrick blocking your view . The dead look in his eyes , the colour removed from his face , his lips quirking into a shit eating grin ; the image of a cheshire cat quickly grew in your mind. He was close..too close .

“The knife won’t do anything.” He nods , “you need a saw..if you want its antlers..” He shrugs , hand pushing off you and pulling you away which turns you to hit the nearest tree with a dull thud. A painful sting hitting your knees as soon as your forearm finds a place to rest on the peeling bark. You wince , blood pooling down your knees and staining your perfect white socks and the white of your converse. You glare back at him, his hands already shooting up before he looks back down, “i’ll…i can find someone to do it for you..” He smiles, that stupid creepy grin. The same one you’d heard Beverly Marsh say he wears whenever he’s about to do something not so friendly.

You lean against the tree, too preoccupied on trying to stop thinking about the blood ; panicked and somewhat now more worried about what Patrick wanted in return , sure he didn’t out right say he wanted something but the look in his eyes sure did. A guy who wears the label of “Henry Bowers’ best friend “ doesn’t go around just offering his kindness around…especially not to pretty girls..especially not to ones who show an interest in rotting animals nor their bones . “Im not doing anything-“

“I didn’t say i wanted anything back .” He scoffs, grabbing the deers head before snapping its neck . The noise loud enough to startle surrounding birds..or maybe it was the harshness in Patrick’s voice that sent them flying. His free hand swipes the pocket knife , slicing the corpses throat and decapitating it within seconds..way too fast for anyone other than a farm hand. You gulp, eyes darting away before they focus on your bloody knees.

You shuffle away, wiping your knees with the cloth of the jacket you had wrapped over yourself . Somehow you shuffling also made Patrick move , his free hand sliding the knife back into your back pocket with a laugh. He pauses his hand , dropping the knife before pulling you closer by a belt loop, “i’ll get this all..boned for you and you..uh..” he shrugs , eyes scanning your face like some sort of blood sniffing hound making sure he’d hunted the last of his prey. He smirks , “talk to me in the corridor.” And with that, Hockstetter was gone.

The feeling of him still lingered even after you’d ran home , the rain covering you and possibly the scent of Patrick Hockstetter. Your knees blooded , bruised and stinging with the pain . Bruises forming under the skin as a dull reminder of your encounter with the infamous Patrick Hockstetter. A part of you lay there , awake , wondering why Hockstetter hadn’t atleast tried something. You’d heard from others that he’d go too far , a hand under the desk along side that shit eating grin or sometimes the grin would accompany a squeeze . Maybe he didn’t view as worth harassing to some extent or maybe..maybe just maybe it was some sort of weird new friendship blossoming for the both you, either way you’d hope that was it and you’d never have to exchange paths other than a simple hi and a “here’s your dead deer antlers..” .

But for Patrick Hockstetter is was neither . His heart had raced , a dull thump , a buzz in the back of his mind ; he’d tried to blame teenage hormones and nothing more than the usual feelings he had towards the flesh and bodies surrounding him but no..this was different. Something felt real..realer than it should have , you weren’t just a body or some piece of walking and talking flesh like the rest . You’d bled and showed little to no feeling for it , you’d ignored him, no fear within your eyes , your lip didn’t quiver , your body didn’t tremble , you stood your ground and you’d shown some interest in the dead . You’d held a deer , your eyes interested and your hands ready to hold . This was realer , you didn’t fear death like the other no..perhaps you welcomed it and that…that was realer than anything Hockstetter knew beside himself .

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eeek hi hi so sorry i took a big break , changed my style and entire view of life so many apologies if my account had undergone some new changes !! thank you for reading .

a hero always watches ….? J•T x fem!reader..

A not so pretty part two… usual creep Jason so be warned ..!

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There you stood , tightest skirt imaginable and just a bra on as you slinked around your room searching for your shirt..the see through shirt that always left Jason hungry . Jason was watching like usual, one hand palming himself while another hand shakily held onto his phone to watch the little scene of you and your usual routine . The sun hitting your skin just perfectly, hair damp from the shower , bra clasped a little too tight and pushing everything up, skirt shaped so nicely around your figure that your thong underneath could be made out from the fabric print , thigh high white socks making your skin look even more off limits and black kitten heels making you appear almost statue like . You searched for half an hour for your shirt, looking around and bending at almost everything ; causing Jason’s hips to jolt foward occasionally from the view . If only you knew what you were doing to him.

You practically dashed out the house once you had your shirt on , hand clasping your keys and bag as you locked the door shut behind you . Jason paused briefly , remembering he had a key for your apartment…would it be so bad if he just snooped..? Checked your apartment for criminals..? No no that’s a good thing , he’s a hero..that’s his job..right ?

Well Jason didn’t care if it was right or even wrong , he was on his way to your apartment in seconds..only this time he was without a mask or a suit…he just looked like an average guy…well not that average looking of a guy due to the various scars , the height of him and oh yeah…the giant muscles he had . He made swift work of breaking into your apartment, opening your door and checking his phone to see if your commute to work was going well. He shut the door behind himself , making his way to your room . Inhaling the smell of your usual perfume and the scent of you..hm he loved it .

He sighed , audibly before stretching and laying on your bed , “hmph..” he yawned , eyes on his phone and he rolled around and absorbed your scent like some kind of cat. One of his hands moving to open a side drawer , only finding a pack of condoms and various crystals. He shrugged , shutting that drawer before moving to your dressing table ; making work of opening it…the adrenaline rush causing his usual well put together mind to run and search for something..anything he could get his hands on.. he paused briefly once his eyes landed on a cute little pair of red panties . His tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, fingers tracing the fabric as he quickly pocketed the fabric - he’d definitely be using these for his usual activities for later.

A part of him wanted to scold himself for being so creepy , so weird and so disgusting but…the other part…allowed it, I mean a guy like him with a super mode babe like you? Yeah it seemed impossible to him so…he let himself get attached to the idea of this. The idea of you.

He slinked around your apartment, pocketing jewellery and a bag of chocolate you’d left out ; indulging in it as he walked around , both watching you from his phone and your apartment. He paused briefly just to watch you or more so…your boss talking to you..and your reaction .

Your boss was a well known overly wealthy guy, a creep or what Jason would class as a creep ; always getting you to stay behind or to tend to his every need..which pissed Jason off . You were supposed to tend to his every need, to be there for him to save you and go about your usual routine and right now your boss was keeping you from the usual mugging that happened outside of your office building. Jason rolled his eyes, pushing him self off your couch and out of your apartment , checking before fully leaving .

He was proud of himself , insanely, for breaking in and stealing some of your stuff . Too proud , too cocky about it..he’d probably go and do it again sometime , just to see..to check.

Jason made slow work of moving to go “check for thugs…” which meant he really was just checking for you and there he found you, outside your office waiting for your boss to leave . Jason had suited up mere seconds before running into you…he couldn’t let you see him looking too human, it’d ruin the illusion for you..right?

“Hey pretty..” he hummed , parking his bike just in time to trip a known thug from the area . His expression bored as he watched some baby faced cop make work of arresting the guy , he swiftly moved to place a hand around your waist .

“Red hood.” You greeted him with that usual soft smile and glint of innocence in your eyes , “we have to stop meeting like this..” you joked only for Jason’s grip to turn a little more possessive as he guided you to his bike.

You paused , tilting your head in confusion . Lips all parted and pretty under the street lamp as your hip hit the cold metal of Jason’s bike.

“Come on..it’s safer, you know how Gotham gets at night-“

“But it’s not night…it’s like..-“

“It’s gonna get dark soon,pretty…” he hummed , fingers tracing the bottom of your shirt ; accidentally lifting it a little to get a look at your skin underneath.

“I can walk-“

“I don’t care..” he shrugged , moving to pick you up , his hands gripping you as he placed you on the bike , “please..?” He mumbled , the pure thought of a hero begging you almost did something to you…your cheeks flushing in an instant at the whine.

“Fine but only cause-“ he cut you off with a gentle push , he didnt care to know your reason..he only cared to know that he had you listening to him. His hands guided yours to wrap around his waist , your chin gently leaning on his shoulder .

He set off , without warning , causing a yelp to leave your lips and your hands to grip him a little tighter ; the action causing Jason’s hips to jolt a little…god you were testing him right now . He made work of getting to your apartment , driving slow just to have this moment with you .

“You okay, pretty..?” He drawled out as he turned a corner , eyes trained ahead as to not distract him with the sight of you.

“Mhm..” You quickly answered , a mixed response..sure..to quick to answer probably indicating you were scared or maybe you just didn’t want to talk to him right now .

Once outside your apartment, he stopped ; parking up before sliding off and helping you off the bike and god the sight would stay with him forever . Your hair all wild, lips parted , cheeks flushed , skirt bunched and giving him a sight of your thighs , shirt sticking to your figure from the wind.

He gulped , hand hovering to help you off - you took it, gripping his hand as he led you into your building , maybe you did know what you were doing..or maybe you were completely oblivious..

You both paused once you reached your door, a smile on your face as you opened it, “do you wanna come-“

“Yes.” He quickly cut you off, entering your apartment almost immediately. You didn’t question it , you never did..this was the guy that managed to save your life multiple times a week and well..him wanting to be in your apartment probably just meant he wanted to check incase someone had broken in,right…??

Jason made work on getting comfortable on your couch, his eyes trained to you as you lazily shut your door and slinked into the kitchen , “do you want-“

“Cant drink or eat with the mask on, sweetheart.” He answered, cutting you off once again only this time would it work to fluster you…the pet name shooting heat into your body and causing a small hum to leave your lips ; Jason caught onto this .

“Right..” you mumbled , returning to your living room with a drink in hand . Eyes all doe like and watching him.

“Did work go well..?” He turned his head to watch you , thighs spreading to get ‘comfortable’ although the sight sent another wave of heat through your body.

“Yeah..” you hummed in response , eyes stuck on him as you lifted the cup to your lips, sipping it slowly enough for Jason to fully watch . Thank god for his helmet because he was looking at you with pure hunger , eyes trained to you , lips wet from his tongue darting out so many times .

There was tension in the air , a new tension that caused Jason to stand up . His hand moving to fix your hair , “I uh..” he paused, wanting to stay but..god he couldn’t get this close to you right now. He was torturing himself .

“Gotta go..?” You pouted , cup now placed behind you as you stared up at him, chest hitting his as you moved into his warmth . His hand playing with a loose strand .

“Yeah sweetheart..I gotta go..” he mumbled , voice all gruff and well…cocky enough for a part of you to want him to stay, to get lost in whatever this was. You pouted , a whine leaving your lips which caused Jason to pause ; his hand gripping your hair now moving to push your bottom lip open. You blinked for a moment, letting him do whatever.

He stopped himself , god he hated himself for this . He quickly moved off , gently pulling away but slowly enough for his hand to stroke your face , “I’ll see you tomorrow, pretty..” he scoffed , leaving almost as quickly as he’d entered now leaving you all confused and a little frustrated.

You stood there , watching the door close before you paused .. how on earth did you end up like this..? All star struck by some overly cocky hero…

a hero always watches ….? J•T x fem!reader

Stalker!Jason Todd so be warned..? He’s kinda a creep.. pt2

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Your eyes were quickly adjusting to the dim lit streets you surrounded yourself with..the hostile coves and shadows hiding your apartment’s entrance. Your feet carrying you so mindlessly down your steps and into the cold, smoke polluted street and well..into yet again another crime..!

“Hey b!tch..pass me your purse..” Your mind suddenly so aware of the scene before you tried its hardest to fight the thug now gripping your arm and your purse . Your lips parted in protest only to be clammed shut by another thugs hand . God you hated this..living like this..all you did was step out later than usual to go cross the street to go get some snacks due to well…the usual sadness that would hit after a busy day .

You tried and tried to get the two idiots off you only to be met with a harsher grip and a slight smack to your hip , you’d probably scream if you didn’t know any better…if you didn’t go through this every week - that’s why your purse held tampons and a pack of condoms and why your card and cash was hidden in your bra..you’d grown smarter..more aware . You were so used to this that you were already expecting Red Hood to swoop in any moment and-

“Hey.-“ There he was..your hero or whatever he really was , his fists colliding with each thug as a warning . He stood tall, masked face hidden as usual , usual smug tone to his voice , “god you gotta find a better time to leave your house..!” He joked despite the already worn down, tired expression on your face ; you’d expected this and you were already expecting the following…

The thugs had yelped and run off , leaving you and an already touchy Red hood who’s usual excuse for his roaming hand was just to ‘check for any marks’ . His hand had finished its check , his body leaning against a wall as he purposefully checked you out .

“‘m fine..” you shut him down before he could even ask..Your eyes trained to the shop across the street to well distract you and make your point clear ; you’d be fine after you bought your snacks and returned home .

“uh huh…that’s why you..seem soo..” his hands made the usual movement , a scoff leaving your lips at it which only served to make him laugh , “tense” He whispered , a hand now gripping your hip as his fingers brushed against the fabric of your dress .

“Listen im-“ you tried to shut him down…multiple times but for some reason Red Hood could never stay away..maybe he just did rounds on this part of town and maybe he just happened to bump into you when trouble happened..you hoped but that was a lie , he had hacked into cameras all around to make sure you were safe ; the ones at your work , the ones pointed outside your apartment and the one he’d planted into your apartments fridge..yeah he’d placed one after you first invited…after he’d invited himself in to make sure you were fine and also to check out if a pretty thing like you was single..and safe..yeah safe..

“In need of my help once again..?” He scoffed , pushing himself off the wall and now very carefully stalking towards you. One of his hands messing with your hair as his hotter hand guided you back to the entrance of your apartment block, “listen , pretty, it’s late..hm? How about we get you to bed..?” He practically purred.

Maybe he got off on it…your trust in him, nodding along as he guided you up the stairs . You always did..always obeyed him.. how could you not ? He was a hero..right and they were always right ..so.. how could you disobey him? Especially when he stood so tall and cared so much..maybe you even got off on it..the hero caring for you.

“hmm you’ve changed your hair..” he mumbled , messing your hair up as you fiddled with the door . His hands instantly moving to wrap around your waist to push the door open , he sighed and practically pushed you inside , “maybe you should get a better lock..your doors too soft . Anyone could just bump into it and break it..” he whispered before looking around , he was proud of it ; having you wrapped his finger and nodding along looking so pretty .

“Mhm or maybe I should move ..” you joked before turning back to him, just standing in your doorway . You smiled…and probably knocked the wind out of him or well it gave that impression due to him slipping off the wall and loosing his cool ; he tried to laugh it off and just hold onto the door like the cool hero he was..or well pretending he was.

“Uh huh..like you could afford it..”he joked , his masked face giving nothing but pure animalistic energy, his gaze felt cold despite the fact you couldn’t see it ; it was there , watching you..hunting you.. You waved him off , opening your door and giggling at him .

“Save me again some time..!” You hummed , giggling as you shut your bedroom door .

“Always..” he whispered back , heading out and making sure to lock your apartment door behind himself . He waited , till the lock clicked and until he knew you’d be asleep..usually half an hour after you closing your day. He waited like a wolf waiting for its prey, that’s when he acted ; dashing out and onto the building facing yours . His eyes not leaving the slither of light shining into your bedroom , he sat there . Watching .

He knew he was wrong for this..for watching you sleep so peacefully; with a tiny skin tight pink matching set..god that drove him crazy so crazy that his hand was lazily hovering over his now forming hard on..lightly rubbing as he watched you move . Sure he could just break in and well confess but he wasn’t that much of a creep..this was easier, better..making sure you got home safe before he sat and waited for you to either wake up or just until the sun came up. Once he got bored he’d dip, going home or fighting some lowlife just to distract him . Once home he’d watch you through cameras , like the one pointed at your bedroom ; watching you change and taking screen shots for his own…use later . Jason knew better but how could he not? You were a goddess and he could only worship you like one..privately..maybe he’d make it public once you actually acknowledged him…

AAAA I don’t know how this was , let me know please babies