#patrick hocksetter

FUCK YOU FREAK

so we're starting to get somewhere with this story yayy!! patrick is a mega stalker now, on the count of breaking-and-entering!! anyways, last time, you, the reader had set out to fuck up patrick! (yay for you)

overall tw for all counts of violence and assault and more violence ofc

ily all

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it was a colder night, crickets were chirping and cicadas were buzzing and mosquitoes were nipping at my legs. i could care less. all i could feel was anger and disgust and fear at the acts and past of patrick hocksetter. i still had the bread knife clenched in my clammy palm, and my breathing was heavy as i stomped down the street towards patrick's house. i remembered memorizing his address and the way his house looked and the schedule of his family, all so i would know to avoid it. to take a different street after school, to know to start running if i see his bedroom light come on at night, and to never make eye contact with his mother when she waters her flowers in the morning in the fear of her acknowledging me and him over hearing.

just living in fear of him. and im so sick of it. it ends tonight. i stood at the end of his driveway and his parents car wasn't there. perfect. i stomped up to the front door and a sudden wave of overwhelming fear washed through my body.

why am i scared now. I've spent my whole life being afraid of this fucking asshole. whatever happens i can't be afraid of him. im so tired of this.

i turn the doorknob handle, knowing it was unlocked. i swiftly stepped inside and silently closed it behind me. i practically tiptoed through the front hallway, tightly gripping the knife in my clammy hand. the second door on the left side of the hallway was his bedroom.

i could hear him moving around in his room, maybe unlacing his boots considering he was done stomping around my room like a fucking bozo.

i reached for the doorknob and my fingertips just barely grazed it when the door swung open and i was face to face with Patrick’s chest. my blood froze.

then suddenly i was reminded that he had been making my blood run cold my entire life. and i was tired of it.

my brow furrowed and my lip curled and i cracked, lunging at him with the knife in my hand and pure hatred in my eyes.

i really don’t know what i was thinking. hes much bigger than i am, definitely stronger, and definitely crazier.

not even a second had passed before i was on the floor with the knife flung down the hallway; Patrick standing at my feet. my breath stopped in my throat and i felt nausea pilling in my stomach.

fuck fuck fuck. why did i think i could do this? im gonna fucking die in patrick's fucking house and they're going to use a terrible photo of me in my obituary.

i scrambled away from him, scampering down the hallway and reaching for the knife. a wrecked cry flew from my throat as his muddy boot came down on my hand. he grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me back down the hallway. away from the door, away from the knife, the street, my life.

i was dragged into his bedroom, the rug folding up under my writhing legs. i kicked at his ankles, and scratched at the floor. after i was fully in his room, he tossed me sideways and stepped to slam his door closed.

why did i decide to be brave. why did i think i was strong enough to do anything? why am i so stupid.

patrick stood in the entrance to the bedroom, just standing there. staring. i had scrambled back against the wall, hugging my knees. i couldn't understand the look in his eyes. he looked angry.. but in a way that was sad.. almost disappointed. it was a long, tense, silent moment before he said anything.

"why would you do that."

it wasn't a question. all of a sudden i was angry again. i lunged up and at him, hands ready to claw at his face.

"because of you! its you and Henry and fucking Victor and Belch! its you! you make my life a living hell! i hate you i fucking hate you and everything you've done to me in my life! i want you dead!'

i clawed at his neck and he grabbed my wrists, holding me away as i screamed in his face.

"im tired of having to live with you terrorizing me!"

i was cut off when he shoved me back, my hip hitting the backboard of the bed. i groaned in pain.

"why do you think i 'terrorize' you?" "hm? ive told you before. its because you're real. like me."

i sighed. "oh shut the fuck up patrick. what does that even mean? you're real. im real. of course i am! this is fucking real life!"

his face faltered. he stepped towards me again with a darker look fallen over his body. "the last time someone else came into my life and was real, he ruined everything. i had to fix that. and now im the only one left. or i was. but then you showed up. i realized you were real too and that i had to fix it early. and i did." a crazed smile started spreading on his face. "everyone else is fake! its just us that are real! and its only going to be us!"

so much shock surged through my body that i laughed. an exasperated, tired laugh of pure confusion wheezed from my lungs. "what the fuck is wrong with you? oh my god you're fucking insane! im talking to an insane person! you're crazy!" i gasped in between laughs. his face fell.

"no." he stepped forward, his eyes darker than ever. 'im not crazy. im real. and.. you are too. i knew you wouldnt understand. you think you can fool me? you just want to replace me." he stepped forward again, his hands stiff and shaking and his face stone.

the wheezing laugh had left me, as well as all the air left in my lungs. the tone in his voice was telling. i never should've called him crazy. you cant call crazy people crazy.

im not going to make it out of this house alive.

suddenly his hands were around my throat, squeezing, tearing ripping at my skin. i screamed, a bloodcurdling scream and tore at his shoulders. my nails dug into his face, and his into my neck in return. i could feel the air struggling to enter my body.

i was gasping and screaming and sobbing, suffocating.

and i could only look at him.

i could only see his eyes. they weren't brown anymore, they were black. like a sharks eyes, dark and unforgiving. inhuman.

as darkness crept into the corners of my vision and my limbs went numb, i could only think of one thing.

This gif out of context will never not be funny.

First of all, Belch looking like he’s amused himself by saying something stupid. Like there’s not fucking way anyone else said anything to him. Look at them, nobody said shit. Homeboy is just laughing at nothing.

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The football team had really come through today, you guys had beat your rivals forty to seventeen. The end of the game was full of hugs and cheering. Some of the team had even stayed back to continue the festivities with drinking and fireworks. You bailed out on the drinking that was not your scene.

 Even after all the excitement you were a little disappointed that none of the Bowers gang had shown up. Well one of them in particular but, this wasn't their scene at all and most of the football team hated them or were scared of them so it wasn't like they had friends here. You gathered your book bag from the bleachers, swung your pompoms over your shoulders, and said goodbye to the leftover partiers. 

You set off down the cracked sidewalk. It was much darker than you anticipated and a cool breeze scattered leaves across the empty streets. You suddenly wished you had something more on than your short cheer skirt. You had walked home alone plenty of times it was just little Derry. What was gonna happen to you here? 

The crunching of gravel far behind you broke your concentration. You almost paused but continued at a brisk pace. Someone else must be walking back from the field you thought. A hard rock settled in your stomach. You knew everyone at the stadium and they should have called out to you or something. You spared a quick glance behind you and saw two Derry lettermans in the darkness. 

Great, football players following me in the dark you thought. Suddenly the footsteps quickened and you could hear your followers gaining on you. It sunk in just how quiet the street was. You could probably yell as much as you want and no one would come help you. You began to run and looking behind you.

 You only got a few steps before slamming into someones hard chest. Hands grabbed your waist placing you behind the figure you had just hit. You would know that flannel anywhere. Getting caught up with your surroundings, Henry, Vic, and Reggie were all next to you and standing directly between you and the two jock jerks was Patrick. 

That familiar mop of dark hair looming over you. Your brain got a little fuzzy from thinking about what could've happened to you but also being so close to Patrick was very new. He was warm and you kept a hand pressed against his back while your other pressed against your beating heart. 

They all seemed cool as cucumbers but you were catching your breath and gripping the back of Patricks shirt for dear life. These boys definitely didn't make you feel safe but it sure seemed like a better idea to stay right where you were. One of them flicked open a knife and the guys said something you couldn't make out before making their way back towards the football field. 

You let out a breath of relief and Vic and Reggie began walking back to presumably, their car. Henry gave your shoulder a squeeze and you gave him a grateful smile before he turned to Patrick. "I'll see you back at the car don't take too long." He followed the others. Being alone with Patrick gave you a whole knew kind of anxiety.

 You couldn't help yourself but slowly look him up and down from his boots and rolled up jeans to his blue eyes and dark messy hair. He caught your eyes and gave you a sly grin. "Thank you. For that." You croaked out. "No problem. Assholes need to know their place." He chuckled. You realized you were still embarrassingly close to him so you took a step back. He took this as a chance to slip your book bag off your shoulder and place it on his own.

 Patrick being this nice to you was somehow worse than him being mean. "Are you gonna wait for them to come back or get a move on Y/N." He sighed. A feeling of indignation rose in you. Maybe you preferred it when he just didn't talk at all. 

You turned on your heel and began walking towards your house. That familiar tingle on the back of your neck was present and you knew he was watching you. You were conscious of your pompoms swinging next to you and just how short your skirt was tonight. You two walked in silence for a while. 

"How'd you know I was out here?" I called out behind me. "We see a lot of stuff at night. Not usually a cheerleader about to get caught by a bunch of jocks though." He said dismissively. You were almost in front of your house now. You walked in silence for a few more seconds before your curiosity got the best of you. "Why did you decide to help me then?" You blurted out.

 "I know you've seen me watching you." He spoke into your ear startling you into standing still. You did not know he was that close to you. "At your locker, in the hallways, at practice, and you know what I think?"His hand ghosted over your waist. "I think you like it. I think you secretly want me just as bad as I want you but a goodie two shoes like you could never admit it to yourself." 

Your breathe was caught in your throat. He wasn't wrong. You did want him, in what ways you weren't sure, but you would rather have that shiver up your spine than some perfect football player on your arm any day. He was also right about the fact that you could never tell him that. It seemed too easy and you didn't want to be used. 

"Are you going to try what those assholes were going to do?" He chuckled at the use of profanity that would normally never come out of your mouth. He leaned down into your ear again and you could feel his warm body close behind. You felt warm all over and small tingles radiated from his hand on your waist. 

"Not until you ask me too. Beg me too." He trailed a hand along the back of your thighs at the edge of your skirt and you pushed away. He held out your book bag which you took with a huff and then you walked briskly up the last few steps to your door.

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Year posted - 2019