Patrick Hockstetter as your boyfriend
Overall creators note—> Yeah, I'm getting too much writing motivation.. that's it.
WARNINGS: Smut mentioned??, toxic/unhealthy relationship dynamics, Patrick being his own warning, fear play??, dubcon, gore/blood mentions, dacryphilia, sadism, animal violence mentioned, snuff mentioned, corruption kink, innocence kink..?,Patrick being a creep, choking, knife play, let's be honest Patrick doesn't even need a tw.. it's Patrick, not proofread ngl
Patrick first noticed you in class, he noticed everyone but he REALLY noticed you. You minded your business, stayed on top of your looks, grades, and all. Not to mention you were a teacher's pet, obedient. So obedient... it repulsed him at first, to see you answer every question, go out of your way to help, maybe even think you're better than some people, some people being him.
He had a keen eye on how shy and timid you were, at first, he'd do things like make flirtatious remarks when you pass by such as, "Well, if that isn't the biggest pair of tits I've seen in a while." And that there was enough to make your face flush, you truly did try to ignore him, especially after hearing the rumors about him being fucked in the head.. Which kinda most likely.. aren't rumors. When the remarks didn't work, he'd purposefully sit next to you in class, ditch the gang to take the same route that you walked home, stare at you like prey, start rumors that you were a slut despite you being a virgin, take things from you like your pencil, your favorite pencil. That you in fact, thought you lost.
Once you've had enough, you cracked down. It takes a lot of guts to confront Patrick yet you did. Your tone wasn't firm, infact it was shaky and unsure, like you didn't know what words wanted to leave your mouth as you found him hanging outside the school, he wasn't with the bowers gang like he usually was. Almost like he knew the confrontation was coming, like he planned it, an opportunity. "Why do you keep messing with my life..? It's ..— it's weird and not okay." He found sick amusement in your question, that's when he knew what it was. He wanted to go out with you! He just had to, not because you're cute? Smart? But because you're sent from heaven, and he wants to ruin that, shoot a bow of fire right through your little wings, that way you'd be so wounded from him without an escape. "Go out with me."
And so reluctantly you did agree to go out with him. Why? Because you're partially afraid of what will happen if you say no and because your naive, you have hope in everyone. You've heard the whispers about him, you see the look in his eyes, yet you agree. The first date was one in the woods. In the dark. With no source of light, he was ecstatic while you were practically shaking in your skirt at every sound; every step, crack of a branch, movement in the dark. He decided hanging out near a tree was the best option, that way he could study you, tear you to pieces, in multiple ways in his head. "Are ya scared, tits?" "You're fucking shaking, Jesus, it's probably some animal." "Get a grip pussy." And lastly, "The real question is.. how scared are you of me?" Your back was flush against the tree as he walked closer, you didn't have to see his face to know he had that disgusting smirk on his face, it was so trivial how that same smirk made your knees weak. He was over here mocking you and you just stood there fiddling with the hen of your skirt, since you didn't answer his question he took it upon himself to test the waters. He kissed you. When he kissed you it wasn't your romantic, ideal first kiss; it was aggressive and full of something unfriendly. His hand gripped at your hips, making sure you couldn't move, keeping you caged between him and the tree. Despite being caught off guard, you kissed him back, it was an instant connection in your brain for some odd reason, that it felt right even though you were severely inexperienced with kissing. And yes, that date did end with him trying to slide his hand up your skirt multiple times, the first time you slapped his hand away. "Oh, come on. I just wanna see." He outright just begged the whole night and well.. you did let him see.. and taste!
After that night, you guys started dating officially, it wasn't really dating. No words were ever exchanged about what would happen between you two. He just staked claim per usual with anything he wanted.
Dating Patrick was like being with a wild card, you never knew what mood he'd be in. He was unpredictable at most times, often times he'd ignore you which confused you and hurt your feelings. He treated you as if you didn't exist until it was convenient to him and if you two got the chance to be alone and you brought it up he'd just act confused, "I don't know what ya mean..? We spend a lot of time together, tits." On top of it all, dating him was like a social suicide, once the school figured out you two were together, you're reputation was tarnished. If rumors started about you he didn't care, he may even add input that it's true even though it's not. Anything to see you below him, and when those rumors get back to you.. oh boy, you'll sit in class the whole day with that look on your face, like your whole life is crashing down by one silly rumor, a sentence that wasn't even true. He'd wait for you to find him after school, per usual, so you can cry in his arms over the stupid shit. Hes horrible at comforting so it would be like crying to a brick wall, he wouldn't say a word. Just stare at you, since you're hugging him, pressed against him, you immediately notice how hard he got from your tears. You don't know if you're disturbed or you find it hot too?
On days when you two do hang out when he isn't with the gang or ignoring you, you two mainly only do things he's into such as watching 'movies,' he makes you sit next to him on the couch watching some boring horror movie, he could tell from your facial expression how bored you were so.. he suggested, "wanna see something cool?" He found a dvd and put it in the player, at least 10 minutes in you didn't want to watch anymore, you felt like you could gag. Reason being, he had you watching a snuff film, the life drained from the girl's eyes as blood dripped from her sliced neck, the masked man breathing heavily, seemingly from excitement of the crime he just committed. "Sometimes.. when I look at you I wonder what you would look like if that was you bleeding out." So casual and romantic Patrick!
With affection he's also random, he can be the most touchy person. He loves to have his hands on your tits, waist, or the back of your neck when you walk, almost as if he's guiding you. He has other.. ways of showing affection like burning your hair with his lighter when you're not paying attention, when you freak out and yell about it? He laughs it off like he didn't almost burn your hair off. He likes to find or kill insects and gift their bodies to you, well it started off as insects before it progressively got into larger specimens such as mice, hamsters, birds, and cats... All on your doorstep! Just for you!
When it comes to you giving him affection he'll either stare at you to make you get the hint not to touch him or he'll just move out of your grasp, it's not that he finds it annoying. He finds it weird, yes, he's a creep and he finds something like normal affection from you weird. In general, he doesn't even classify you as a real human, that's why it's so easy to neglect your advances to be affectionate. He sees you as a pawn or object.
Better believe being with him, you're slowly rotting, tainting almost. You're no longer a sweet angel, no longer a virgin for sure. The first chance he got to get in your pants he took. Of course with a little coaxing and pushing, "Do you not love me.?" "I never.. said that!" Having sex with Patrick was overbearing, he was sadistic. He liked to see you in pain, whether that meant him taking the pocket knife from off his messy nightstand to cut you with while he's mid thrust or slightly placing his hand on your throat before applying pressure that makes your head feel like it's about to burst. And you let him.
When it comes to him allowing you to hang with his friends, he's not big on the idea. He does feel jealous but not in that way, in a twisted way. He sees you as a mere object, that belongs to him, he values you to a certain extent but not enough to be better for you. And this is the issue, he's fond of his friends but he just can't have you getting any ideas or one of them taking you away, especially Henry. The thought that anyone even his friends or not, could treat you better pisses him off. You're like a dog on a leash and he wants it to stay that way
When it comes to Valentine's day or anniversaries you always make sure to get him something you think he'd like, you pay attention to him a lot. Every word he says, you take it in like a fresh breath of air. When it comes to his side of the relationship, he often forgets dates like that and when he does remember, he'll show up to your house or in other words, sneak through your window with a flower stolen from someone's yard and some crappy handwritten letter that's at least 4 sentences in his terrible handwriting, expressing how much he fancy's you but it's never "I love you"
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