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𝐉aden. 19. music enthusiast. Henry’s sweetheart. Dark haired. Red. Tyler, the creator. Shameless. I <3 Patrick Hockstetter.
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IT🎈 || Dating canon Patrick hockstetter
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⋆. 𐙚 ˚Alright babes..Since it's october and I watched IT again, I needed to write for him. Besides, the last Patrick headcanons I wrote kicked butts (first 1k lol) so thanks a lot. I thought I'd improve my last headcanons, so I will try to make them as canon as possible.
Dating patrick hockstetter headcanons
☁️ Fluff ☁️
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Random note: Henry's father in the movie is kinda hot. Thanks. Let's rock.
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Considering his canon personality he wouldn't date ever, so how u got here..Idk but congrats.
Romance? No. He'd be very controlling and rather cold.
No hugs or kisses, only if u beg but they'd be rather cold like him.
Just like Beverly said, his hands would be often sweaty and meaty on your skin when he does touch you.
He wouldn't mind you being clingy but since he's a psychopath he wouldn't understand it, (the need for touch or sweet talkings).
He'd show you his fridge which is a way of keeping you close. With that he'd let you know that he trusts you and that he feels close to you.
He'd yap about that fucking fridge everyday and all the letters he sent you would have a little drawing of it.
Your dates would be hanging around some sewers or (of course) near his fridge. He'd even let you decide what animal would be his next trophy and which place in the fridge I'd get.
He'd keep you absolutely safe but only cuz he owns you. It's not from love but from obsession.
He'd also decide everything and would be madly obsessed with you. He wouldn't understand your desire to go to a club or out with friends. If he says no then it's a no.
If you dare to sneak out and he finds out then he'd just treat you cold but so cold that I'd make your skin crawl. He'd get deeply disturbing.
Since he feels like everyone around him isn't real, he'd ask you questions about your emotions: Fear, happiness, sadness, etc... Cuz he doesn't understand those emotions and wants to know what made you laugh in this moment.
Everything you do, as of showing love or emotions would interest him. Why did u do this or how did it feel? Kissing you would only be due to curiosity.
He'd also dominate you, even in bed. He'd only have sex to see how it is to dominate you and it wouldn't be very lovely.
Like I said physical touch from his side would be rather clumsy and from curiosity. I can imagine he never kissed anyone before.
If someone would bully or simply annoy you, he'd fix them with a cold, unsettling stare until they stop. That's his way of protecting what's his.
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⋆. 𐙚 ˚Okay..I think I'm done hehe..If you made it this far then let me know if you want to see a canon break up with him, cuz I have some ideas and it's not how you'd imagine it. Deeply unsettling and perfect for halloween. 🎃
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CW : 18+ MDNI; ALL THESE VIDEOS CONTAIN EXPLICIT VISUAL SEXUAL CONTENT.all of these are for fem!readerAll the characters are of legal age.
English is not my first language, so there may be typos.
patrick hockstetter driving you to school — gf edition
• he doesn’t ask if you want a ride. he just shows up, engine rumbling outside your house like a warning
• you’ll hear the horn once. not twice. move fast or he’s driving off (he won’t, but he wants you to think he will)
• when you finally come out, he’s leaning against the driver’s side door, sunglasses on, smoke curling from his lips, checking you out shamelessly
• “took you long enough,” he mutters, but his smirk says he likes the view
• you reach for the car door, and he slaps your hand away, opens it himself, like, “what—you forget you got a man for that?”
• the passenger seat is a disaster: school supplies, food wrappers, old shoes, a lighter, cassette tapes he made himself, maybe even a switchblade
• you sit down and his hand is already sliding onto your thigh
• he always drives too fast, brakes late on purpose just to hear you gasp and clutch the door
• he laughs when you do, “what, you don’t trust me?”
• never uses turn signals. takes corners like he’s in a getaway chase
• his music is loud as hell, mostly The Cure, Bauhaus, maybe some early NIN or random stuff he won’t explain
• he never turns it down when you talk. if you want him to hear you, you have to lean in real close
• when you do, he glances at you sideways with that stupid grin and mutters, “careful, baby, keep leaning in like that and i’m gonna pull over.”
• half the time you’re talking, he’s not even listening. he’s staring at your lips, your legs, the way your skirt’s riding up
• “you wearing that all day?” he asks, eyes sharp. “you tryna piss me off?”
• jealous. but in that low-simmer way. he’ll let you wear what you want, but you better be loyal while you do
• glares at dudes in other cars who look at you
• sometimes he drives with just his knee so he can keep both hands on you
• if you’re fighting? he still shows up. honks like nothing happened. you get in, he lights a cigarette, drives in silence, hand still on your thigh like always
• pulls into the school lot like a menace, music blaring, windows down, parks crooked just to be a dick
• doesn’t care who sees. in fact, likes when people look. likes it even more when they look at you
• before you can open the door, he grabs your wrist: “wait.”
• pulls you in for a kiss, hard, messy, hand gripping your jaw
• bites your bottom lip, pulls back just a little, says, “now you can go.”
• sometimes slips your gum out of your mouth and pops it into his own
• fixes your lipstick with his thumb. “you look good, babe.”
• lets you go with one last grab of your ass or a whispered, “see ya at lunch” before you step out
patrick hockstetter driving you to school — neighbor edition (not dating)
• it starts because your parents ask him to—“patrick, would you mind giving her a ride? you know she goes to your school.”
• he says “yeah, sure” in front of them, but looks at you like don’t get comfortable, princess.
• first time he picks you up, he doesn’t even say hi. just unlocks the passenger door, already smoking, music blaring
• you slide in quiet, and he doesn’t look at you, just mutters “don’t slam my door.”
• his car smells like cigarettes, old cologne, and something sharp you can’t name
• there’s a knife in the cup holder. a lighter and cigarette butts in the ashtray.
• he drives fast. never speaks except to say, “you always take this long to get ready?”
• sometimes catches you looking at him and smirks like he knows you’re curious
• wears rings. wears apathy like a second skin
• doesn’t offer to carry your books, but you swear his eyes drop to your skirt when you climb in
• rests his hand on the gearshift near your thigh. lets it stay there. doesn’t say anything about it
• one morning he leans in close just to reach the radio, and his voice is in your ear:“your hair smells good.”
• plays music too loud. doesn’t turn it down when you talk. if you want him to hear, you have to raise your voice
• you notice he always checks your legs when you get in, even if he pretends not to
• says weird, offhand things that stick with you all day. like: “you got a boyfriend?”
• you don’t know what to say, so you don’t, but you think about it. you think about him
• you tell yourself you’re not into him, but you still peek out the window when you hear his engine in the mornings
• when other girls flirt with him at school, he barely looks at them, but sometimes he looks at you
• one day he says, real casual, “i could pick you up after school too, y’know. if you ask nice.”
• you ask. and that’s when the game really starts
patrick hockstetter driving you to school — younger sister edition
• complains every single morning about having to drive you. “get in. hurry up. you make me late, i’m leaving you behind.”
• but never actually leaves without you. your parents would flip out.
• you hop in with your backpack half-zipped and a toaster waffle in your mouth
• “you look like shit,” he mutters
• “so do you,” you shoot back, not even blinking
• you have a silent agreement to not talk to each other before 8am unless it’s to insult one another
• you always try to change the radio to something like Madonna or Cyndi Lauper—he smacks your hand away and turns it back to his creepy goth shit
• you says the band he likes sounds like “vampire vomit”
• he threatens to leave you on the side of the road
• has, on multiple occasions, swerved a little just to make you scream and spill your drink
• if anyone else picks on you at school though? he’s throwing punches. no hesitation
• once someone called you a bitch in gym class and Patrick showed up at their locker that afternoon like, “you like your teeth? then don’t say her name again.”
• you’ll fight like cats and dogs in the car, but if you’re crying or upset, he’ll get quiet
• pulls over. lights a cigarette. flicks his eyes over to you and says, “who was it?”
• you won’t say. he already finds out
• he’s the only one allowed to ruin your day. everyone else can go to hell
• on days when you actually look cute—hair curled, nice outfit on—he glares and says,“change your clothes. you’re in junior high, not a porno.”
• once you had a nosebleed in the car and used his band tee in the backseat to wipe it. he still hasn’t forgiven you
• one time, he let you paint his nails black while you were stuck in traffic.
• drops you off at school and says, “if anyone gives you shit, tell them your brother’s crazy. they’ll believe it.”
• and they do.
I WANT HIM SO BADDDD ITS INSANE
(I would sit on his face if he asked idc.)
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ᰔᩚ takes his anger out on you
tw - daddy kink, choking, praise
ᰔᩚ gentle when taking both holes
tw - pussy eating, rimming, fingering both holes, blowjob, pussy slapping,
ᰔᩚ rough from behind when you don't listen to him
tw - doggy style, spanking, creampie
ᰔᩚ this is what happens when you try run
tw - noncon, dark, rough
ᰔᩚ such a sensitive baby
tw - nipple play
ᰔᩚ free time in the upside down
tw - wall fucking,
ᰔᩚ his favourite play thing
tw - fingering, hand restraints
ᰔᩚ just too much to fit
tw - size kink, cowgirl, missionary, rough
ᰔᩚ you love the forest roleplay
tw - noncon, rough, gagged, restraints
Still Breathing, Still Here
Parring: Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader
Including: fluff, post scream/ghostface encounter, neck kisses & thigh riding
6:25 pm
The apartment is quiet in a way that feels wrong.
Not peaceful.
Just… waiting.
Chad sits on the edge of the couch, his knee bouncing like it’s trying to escape his body. His shirt rides up when he moves, and you can still see the faint outline of bandages beneath the fabric.
“You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor,” you say softly.
He snorts. “Yeah? At least then I’d have an escape route.”
You walk over and sit beside him, close enough that your thighs touch. He freezes for half a second before relaxing into you like he’s been holding his breath all day.
“Does it still hurt?” you ask. He then shrugs. “I’ve had worse.”
You raise an eyebrow. “You were literally stabbed. Multiple times.”
“Details.”
You reach out before you can overthink it, resting your hand over his. His fingers twitch, then curl around yours like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold on tight enough.
“I thought I lost you,” you whisper.
That’s what gets him.
Chad’s smile fades, and for once he doesn’t joke. He looks down at your joined hands, jaw tight.
“I saw you screaming,” he says quietly. “I couldn’t move. I couldn’t help you. I keep thinking—what if I hadn’t gotten up? What if—”
You lean forward, pressing your forehead to his.
“You’re here,” you say. “I’m here.”
He exhales shakily, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck. His thumb brushes your skin, grounding, careful.
“I don’t want to be a horror statistic,” he murmurs. “I don’t want to be the guy who almost made it.”
“You’re not,” you say. “You’re Chad. You’re stubborn. You don’t die.”
That makes him laugh—soft, real this time.
“Damn right.”
Silence settles again, but it’s different now. Safer.
He leans in, hesitant, giving you time to pull away. You don’t.
When his lips meet yours, it’s gentle. No rush. No desperation. Just warmth and reassurance and the quiet promise of survival.
When you pull back, he rests his forehead against yours again.
“If there’s another Ghostface,” he says, half-joking, half-dead serious, “they’re gonna have to go through me first.”
Chad’s hands are warm as he touches your face.
That’s the first thing you notice as you settle onto his lap—solid thighs beneath you, his breath hitching the second your weight sinks down. You’re facing him, knees bracketing his hips, fingers resting lightly on his shoulders like you’re pretending this is casual.
It’s not.
“Comfortable?” he asks, voice low, amused—but his hands tighten at your waist like he’s barely holding it together.
“Very,” you say, rolling your hips just enough to make his jaw clench.
“Damn,” Chad mutters. “You do that on purpose?”
You lean in instead of answering, lips brushing his jaw, then his neck. He shivers. Actually shivers.
Your mouth finds that soft spot just beneath his ear, and you kiss it—slow, lingering. Chad exhales your name like it’s a warning and a prayer at the same time.
“Careful,” he murmurs. “I’m still recovering.”
You smile against his skin. “You don’t sound like you’re hurting.”
He laughs breathlessly. “Yeah, well… you’re a good distraction.”
You rock against him again, more deliberately this time, and his hands slide up your back, thumbs pressing in like he’s grounding himself. His head tips back to give you better access, throat exposed, trusting.
You take it.
Soft kisses turn into lingering ones, your lips tracing along his neck, your teeth grazing just enough to make him groan.
“Oh—okay,” Chad says, laughter gone now, replaced with something darker. “You’re doing that thing.”
“What thing?”
“The thing where I forget how to think.”
You pull back just enough to look at him. His eyes are blown wide, focused entirely on you, chest rising fast. The sight makes your stomach flip.
“Good,” you say quietly.
That does it.
Chad’s hands grip your thighs, steadying you as you move, your body rolling against his in a way that’s slow but unmistakably intentional. He leans forward, mouth finding your neck now, kisses warm and insistent, like he’s been holding back all night and finally snapped.
“Tell me if I’m too rough,” he murmurs between kisses.
“You’re not,” you whisper. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t.
His lips stay at your neck, jaw, collarbone—every kiss deliberate, heated, like he’s memorizing you. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, breath uneven.
“We should,” he says, clearly meaning stop.
You smile, still moving, still close. “We should?”
“…Later,” he finishes, grinning despite himself.
He kisses you again—deeper this time—hands firm, protective, like the world outside the room doesn’t exist.
And for once?
It doesn’t.
a/n: first somewhat smutt fic?? Idk hope you like it I guess 🥹✌️
tags: none, if so lmk.
The cutest puppy ever. never beating the clingy puppy boyfriend allegations
HELLCHEER: jason doesn’t know 🙊
◦˚~ MAROON DIVIDERS ~˚◦
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Three Doesn't Have To Be A Crowd
ethan landry x fem!reader x chad meeks-martin
words: 3.3k
summary: ethan and reader being caught encourages a new bucket list item being checked off
warnings: smut!, fmm!threesome, dirty talking, t!tplay, fingering, exhibition?, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), double penetration, overstimulation, a second of mxm, anal, handjob, squirting
MDNI!!!
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THE SCREAM BOYS.
(and their kinks.)
KINKTOBER ENTRY #3.
warnings: spit play, dacryphilia, somnophilia, just a bunch of freaky things.
CONTAINS: CHAD MEEKS, ETHAN LANDRY, BILLY LOOMIS, STU MACHER (and a surprise at the end!)
a/n: lowk chad is self indulgent BUT it’s still real good. 😚
18+ content. view at your own risk.
CHAD MEEKS MARTIN.
HUGE size kink. will literally get off on the fact that he towers over you, and will use his size to his advantage in bed, tossing you around and folding you in certain positions if need be.
usually mains rough dom, but can be soft depending on the situation.
loves jealous sex. will pound you into the mattress just because he saw you interact with another boy.
“who’s pussy is this, hmm?” and when you don’t answer, he pulls your head back by grabbing a fistful of your hair, proceeding to ask you more authoritatively the next time.
public sex? he loves that shit. the thought of fucking you while you struggle to stay quiet excites him in a way he can’t explain.
“your pussy is about to expose us, hmm? she’s talkin’ reaal loud..”
favorite positions? he loves full-nelson and doggy. anything where he has full control over you works too.
in love with your ass. will bite, smack, grope, and fuck it in the same day just because he feels like it.
quickies? hell yeah. no explanation. he just loves them.
doesn’t think of toys as competition, more as another way to make you feel pleasure as he fucks you. he likes to overstimulate you, making you feel so many different things at once.
likes when you suck him off while he’s on the game.
doesn’t mute his mic as you do, and is purposefully loud to let his friends know that you’re his.
very vocal during sex
literally talks to your pussy
“awe, is my girl enjoying it?” he’d say before the nastiest squelch noise left your cunt. “i guess so…”
“just like that baby… such a good cockslut.”
song he’d fuck you to!
ETHAN LANDRY.
more of a sub, but if you ask he won’t be afraid to go rough on you.
is in love with marking you up. the fact that people will know that he was the one that caused those, that made you his… 😍
more about marking you up, fuck hidden hickeys. he’ll plant them in the most obvious spots just so people can ask about them.
has a very bad mommy kink, and slipped up the first time he had sex with you. he was burning red hot with embarrassment, but you responded by riding him harder. he knew he was in love then.
likes the idea of getting caught in the act. partly because he wants people to know that you’re his, but he enjoys the thrill of having to sneak around.
mask kink? oh yeah, he’ll definitely cater to that.
likes having his hair pulled. didn’t even know it until you pulled his hair as a joke, and a switch flipped inside him. now he whines whenever you do it during sex.
favorite positions? fuck that. he just likes it when you ride him.
when you ride him, he starts blabbering random nonsense
“fuckfuckfuckfuck… oh my god- baby, baby- nononoicant- can’t take any more- pleaase- slow down…”
a big whimperer. he is LOUD. he likes letting you know that he’s enjoying the experience.
“fuckfuckfuck… mommy you’re doing so good- oh please, please let me cum- i’ll be such a good boy. please, i’ll never ask for anything again-”
he seems like a big steve lacy fan so this
BILLY LOOMIS.
(i had to use the famous gif)
he is genuinely soo slutty. will do almost anything with you.
LOVES spit play. will spit in your mouth or on your cunt, just watching it dribble down to your slick hole as it froths and bubbles.
eats you out for his own pleasure. he will drink you multiple times, but not because you want it. he just wants to taste you.
a rough dom. loves ordering you around, pulling your hair, lightly smacking, folding you in half- anything to assert himself.
favorite position? he doesn’t have one. he’s open to pretty much anything, as long as you’re comfortable.
a thigh guy one hundred percent. one day he’ll say he despises you, the next he’ll be snug between your pretty thighs, content.
when he’s done fingering you, he’ll make you watch as he sensually licks your slick off of his fingers.
isn’t really vocal during sex, but will give words of affirmation (or degradation)
strives to make you squirt every time you guys have sex. seeing that gush of liquid ignites something inside of him, an almost primal desire.
likes to fuck your thighs. the fact that he’s so close to your core but isn’t getting the real thing turns him on in a way he can’t explain.
dialogue:
“slutty fucking throat. just wanna take all of me, hmm?”
he gives freak energy so this song
STU MACHER.
dacryphilia. seeing you cry makes his cock pulsate in a sick way. he really wants to tell you, but can’t bring himself to. instead, he just overstimulates you until you cry! win win..?
a huge somno addict. he can’t help himself, he will use you when you’re asleep. he thinks you’re cute when you’re all ‘soft and unbothered,’ he explains it. the thought of your slick folds enveloping his tip while you’re asleep is just too much to handle, so he takes action!
either an insanely rough dom or a sub. absolutely zero common ground.
a jokester in bed. will literally fucking giggle while he’s eating you out.
“you taste reallyy sweet, pretty.” he’d look up at you from your plush thighs, giggling wildly.
favorite position? 69. because the number’s funny, (obviously he thinks that, it’s stu macher we’re talking about here) and he gets to eat you out!
loves your tits. he likes to suck, grope, fuck, and bite them. because he can? yeah. but also because they’re nice and soft!
gets very jealous at times, but covers it up with his bubbly demeanor. he’ll discipline you when you two are home, don’t you worry.
SUPER vocal during sex. whether it’s words of affirmation or simple sounds, he will let you know what he likes.
DOM. “just like that pretty- oh shit- yeeaaah, right there… mhm. so good for me, right? you’re my good girl? that’s what i thought.”
SUB. “awe, pretty- please… don’t tease me. oh fuck, keep doing that baby, i love you…”
song because he thinks the beat is funky
SAM CARPENTER
FEM READER:
a soft dom through and through. she doesn’t like being too rough, but if that’s what you want- that’s what you’ll get.
shower sex? she absolutely adores it. being able to press you against the cold tiles and piston her fingers into you is something she dreams about.
is she an eater? most definitely. she has a way with her tongue, hitting spots that you didn’t even know were there with the slick muscle.
when you cum, she completely drinks you up, loud slurping noises almost more audible than your moans. almost.
her soonngg!!
ANND SCENE!
well what do we think??
charlie walker here
𝑴𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒓 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]
ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ "enemies" with benefits ⋆ pussy eating devouring ⋆ bsf brother!matt ⋆ mentions of multiple orgasms ⋆ matt’s kinda mean ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ keeping quiet ⋆ beard burn ⋆ sum aftercare + more.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... even if his brother’s are home, matt would never say no to some good pussy.
It all started with a sleepover with Nick—aka your best friend and (unfortunately) Matt’s brother. Nick had forgotten to get his charger back from Matt, and with much begging, you reluctantly agreed to retrieve it for him. And when you walked into Matt’s room, you were met with a shocking sight; Matt was jerking off, having forgotten to lock the door.
And from that day onward, something changed between you and him. Even though your interactions still weren’t all that friendly, there was something even more unbearable in the air—desire.
Which kind of makes it easier to understand why you’re currently lying on his bed right now, your pretty lace panties—that you wore for him—discarded somewhere on his floor. His face is buried between your thighs, arms locked tightly around them, your legs tossed over his shoulders.
Headcanons for the bowers gang helping reader babysit her three younger siblings (preferably two girls one boy) since that's what I have
❛ THE BOWERS GANG . . . HELPING YOU BABYSIT YOUR YOUNGER SIBLINGS ❜
꣑ৎ : note. ꒱ this was so fun to write, hope u like it !
HENRY BOWERS
begrudgingly involved. he complains about helping the entire time, grumbling under his breath about “not being a fuckin’ daycare,”
I need Owen Teague so bad yall
It’s not even funny anymore
FUCKKKKKK
patrick hockstetter driving you to school — gf edition
• he doesn’t ask if you want a ride. he just shows up, engine rumbling outside your house like a warning
• you’ll hear the horn once. not twice. move fast or he’s driving off (he won’t, but he wants you to think he will)
• when you finally come out, he’s leaning against the driver’s side door, sunglasses on, smoke curling from his lips, checking you out shamelessly
• “took you long enough,” he mutters, but his smirk says he likes the view
• you reach for the car door, and he slaps your hand away, opens it himself, like, “what—you forget you got a man for that?”
• the passenger seat is a disaster: school supplies, food wrappers, old shoes, a lighter, cassette tapes he made himself, maybe even a switchblade
• you sit down and his hand is already sliding onto your thigh
• he always drives too fast, brakes late on purpose just to hear you gasp and clutch the door
• he laughs when you do, “what, you don’t trust me?”
• never uses turn signals. takes corners like he’s in a getaway chase
• his music is loud as hell, mostly The Cure, Bauhaus, maybe some early NIN or random stuff he won’t explain
• he never turns it down when you talk. if you want him to hear you, you have to lean in real close
• when you do, he glances at you sideways with that stupid grin and mutters, “careful, baby, keep leaning in like that and i’m gonna pull over.”
• half the time you’re talking, he’s not even listening. he’s staring at your lips, your legs, the way your skirt’s riding up
• “you wearing that all day?” he asks, eyes sharp. “you tryna piss me off?”
• jealous. but in that low-simmer way. he’ll let you wear what you want, but you better be loyal while you do
• glares at dudes in other cars who look at you
• sometimes he drives with just his knee so he can keep both hands on you
• if you’re fighting? he still shows up. honks like nothing happened. you get in, he lights a cigarette, drives in silence, hand still on your thigh like always
• pulls into the school lot like a menace, music blaring, windows down, parks crooked just to be a dick
• doesn’t care who sees. in fact, likes when people look. likes it even more when they look at you
• before you can open the door, he grabs your wrist: “wait.”
• pulls you in for a kiss, hard, messy, hand gripping your jaw
• bites your bottom lip, pulls back just a little, says, “now you can go.”
• sometimes slips your gum out of your mouth and pops it into his own
• fixes your lipstick with his thumb. “you look good, babe.”
• lets you go with one last grab of your ass or a whispered, “see ya at lunch” before you step out
patrick hockstetter driving you to school — neighbor edition (not dating)
• it starts because your parents ask him to—“patrick, would you mind giving her a ride? you know she goes to your school.”
• he says “yeah, sure” in front of them, but looks at you like don’t get comfortable, princess.
• first time he picks you up, he doesn’t even say hi. just unlocks the passenger door, already smoking, music blaring
• you slide in quiet, and he doesn’t look at you, just mutters “don’t slam my door.”
• his car smells like cigarettes, old cologne, and something sharp you can’t name
• there’s a knife in the cup holder. a lighter and cigarette butts in the ashtray.
• he drives fast. never speaks except to say, “you always take this long to get ready?”
• sometimes catches you looking at him and smirks like he knows you’re curious
• wears rings. wears apathy like a second skin
• doesn’t offer to carry your books, but you swear his eyes drop to your skirt when you climb in
• rests his hand on the gearshift near your thigh. lets it stay there. doesn’t say anything about it
• one morning he leans in close just to reach the radio, and his voice is in your ear:“your hair smells good.”
• plays music too loud. doesn’t turn it down when you talk. if you want him to hear, you have to raise your voice
• you notice he always checks your legs when you get in, even if he pretends not to
• says weird, offhand things that stick with you all day. like: “you got a boyfriend?”
• you don’t know what to say, so you don’t, but you think about it. you think about him
• you tell yourself you’re not into him, but you still peek out the window when you hear his engine in the mornings
• when other girls flirt with him at school, he barely looks at them, but sometimes he looks at you
• one day he says, real casual, “i could pick you up after school too, y’know. if you ask nice.”
• you ask. and that’s when the game really starts
patrick hockstetter driving you to school — younger sister edition
• complains every single morning about having to drive you. “get in. hurry up. you make me late, i’m leaving you behind.”
• but never actually leaves without you. your parents would flip out.
• you hop in with your backpack half-zipped and a toaster waffle in your mouth
• “you look like shit,” he mutters
• “so do you,” you shoot back, not even blinking
• you have a silent agreement to not talk to each other before 8am unless it’s to insult one another
• you always try to change the radio to something like Madonna or Cyndi Lauper—he smacks your hand away and turns it back to his creepy goth shit
• you says the band he likes sounds like “vampire vomit”
• he threatens to leave you on the side of the road
• has, on multiple occasions, swerved a little just to make you scream and spill your drink
• if anyone else picks on you at school though? he’s throwing punches. no hesitation
• once someone called you a bitch in gym class and Patrick showed up at their locker that afternoon like, “you like your teeth? then don’t say her name again.”
• you’ll fight like cats and dogs in the car, but if you’re crying or upset, he’ll get quiet
• pulls over. lights a cigarette. flicks his eyes over to you and says, “who was it?”
• you won’t say. he already finds out
• he’s the only one allowed to ruin your day. everyone else can go to hell
• on days when you actually look cute—hair curled, nice outfit on—he glares and says,“change your clothes. you’re in junior high, not a porno.”
• once you had a nosebleed in the car and used his band tee in the backseat to wipe it. he still hasn’t forgiven you
• one time, he let you paint his nails black while you were stuck in traffic.
• drops you off at school and says, “if anyone gives you shit, tell them your brother’s crazy. they’ll believe it.”
• and they do.
