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The noirette watching her pout and get upset so easily, watching her twist and fold her poor skirt. He found it both annoying and amusing at the same time.

He knew deep down he could say anything, as long as he got what he wanted. That was how Patrick's twisted view of the world worked.. it was either for him or nothing.

"you know how I am... I didn’t mean to look at her. I wasn’t even paying attention. I just.. looked around that’s all. You’re prettier than her, and even if you weren’t I’d still pick you.” He said in a low tone, hoping his manipulative words would work yet again.

“You really think I’d leave you? For a bimbo like her..? Come on Beth...”

fuck . You

lunch at derry high was as normal, nerds being shoved into shit, bullies laughing their asses off and Patrick giving his usual eyes to half the girls in school (and some of the boys).

he gazed around lazily as Bethany was talking his ear off. “So yeah I was thinking this Sunday we could maybe catch a movie? And like… just talk afterwords. Ya know cause me never really ta-“

The brunette is immediately cut off by the raven haired boy. His mocking laughter making her frown slightly as she stops.

“Just.. talk? Just talk sweetheart it’s never just talk.~ and unless you mean dirty talk then how bout you shut your pretty little mouth?” he says with a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“Well… I’ve sorta been feeling like you don’t really… ya know.. care about me-“

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Patrick tilted his head. His grin turned into more of a snicker as he listened. He rolled his eyes slightly, resting his head in his hand lazily, listening to her rambling. Once she had finished his snicker turned into more of a smirk.

He leaned back in his seat, one of his hands gently coming to to the side of her face. "Aww come on Beth.. of course I care for you." He spoke, his tongue laced with venom as if he even believed the lies he spewed half of the time.

“Why would I not care for my favorite doll, it's not like I could find someone to replace ya or something.” He said with his usual mocking tease.

fuck . You

lunch at derry high was as normal, nerds being shoved into shit, bullies laughing their asses off and Patrick giving his usual eyes to half the girls in school (and some of the boys).

he gazed around lazily as Bethany was talking his ear off. “So yeah I was thinking this Sunday we could maybe catch a movie? And like… just talk afterwords. Ya know cause me never really ta-“

The brunette is immediately cut off by the raven haired boy. His mocking laughter making her frown slightly as she stops.

“Just.. talk? Just talk sweetheart it’s never just talk.~ and unless you mean dirty talk then how bout you shut your pretty little mouth?” he says with a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“Well… I’ve sorta been feeling like you don’t really… ya know.. care about me-“

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pat… shower please its a problem I aint comin over anymore if you don't shower. -beth

Patrick gave her a bit of a look. "I took a shower this weekend." He said as if he needed to defend himself on the topic. "Thank you very much."

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"how are you such a perv? you get dropped as a kid or something?" -Bethany Huggins

The lanky noirette looked over to Bethany as she asked that question. A slight chuckled escaped his lips as he tilted his head as if he had to think on the question. "No, not that I'm aware of.." He spoke. "We could say it's just part of my charm." He spoke with that sickening Cheshire grin.

His eye's studied her for a second before speaking once more. "Why? Does it bug you that much.."

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"Are you always this irritating?" (Unprompted)

A dark chuckle leaves Patrick’s throat as he hears the ginger girls question. His head turns back to her in a rather nonchalant fashion. And leans forwards a bit, so both he was closer to her eye level. He was amused at her words. 

"Always? No, can't say I am. There's just certain types of people I just really love to piss off." He spoke, like some kind of snake in the grass.

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The smirk turned into a half smirk as Patrick tilted his head to the side, studying Richie's reaction. He couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle, this was actually funny to him. The way that Richie practically went pale.

"...Ya know what-" He began, but then stopped for a moment, before continuing. Maybe he wouldn't let him go just yet...

He chuckled once more before finally speaking again. "But before ya go, I'd like to ask ya a question... If ya don't mind, that is."

"What brought you back to Derry?.."

It wracked Patrick's brain a bit.. He knew why he had came back to Derry, they needed a phychotarapist and he was the only qualified person to do such... Which was a bit fucked knowing his past.. But Richie.. Richie coming back was an enigma to him. Was it just to see their small town home again?.. A reunion maybe?..

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richie wouldn’t put it past patrick hockstetter to murder him. it wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to before. he’d completely forgotten about him until he suddenly found himself face-to-face with his childhood bully. richie remembered he was pretty good at comebacks, saying a quick quip that would bamboozle most of the boys who picked on him, but there was nothing leaving his mouth now. he was just filled with fear.

‘ yeah. i would like to leave. ’ he even went to go, almost not believing that he was going to be able to walk off without receiving some sort of beating.

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Patrick looked down at the frail kid. He towered over him, and the look of malice was still on his face.

He couldn't for sure tell if Eddie was lying, but he could tell the boy was scared; he could work with that. Patrick didn't often have to get violent with the losers like the rest of the Bowers gang did. He liked to get reactions from them the most. To see how much he could push it.

"Is that so?..." He said it with a slight chuckle. Patrick continued walking until he was about a foot from Eddie's face, taking a closer look at him. His head tilted slightly to the side as that malicious smile that formed on his face got a bit wider.

"If I'm being honest here, Kasbrak, it looks like it's just me and you at the moment." He spoke mockingly.

He seemed to scan Eddie for a moment; he then raised a brow upon noticing the inhaler. "What's wrong, Kaspbrak? Feeling an asthma attack coming on?" He teasted.

The town was taking a sadistic rollercoaster ride. Summer was slicing its way through Derry. It was everywhere: fluffing up the grass, soaking the sidewalks, trying to paint crowds of trees that always seemed bare, dandelions, and crap everywhere. Just generally making the air intolerable. The sun seemed to never stop shining.

The Lanky Noirette made his way through the grassy path of the Barrens. He stopped as he looked over his shoulder, seeing Eddie near the bush. A smirk formed on his pale face. "Who? Tozier?.." He spoke; his tone wasn't entirely cold, what so ever. But the way he said things was creepy enough.

His gaze stayed on Eddie like a vulture circling a corpse. Patrick walked a bit closer to the younger boy. It wasn’t often he encountered one of the losers alone; he saw it as a fun game of cat and mouse when he did.

“So Wheezy.. Where are the rest of your loser friends?” The noirette mumbles as he comes to a stop in front of Eddie. "Or.. did ya just come to the Barrens alone?.."

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The town was taking a sadistic rollercoaster ride. Summer was slicing its way through Derry. It was everywhere: fluffing up the grass, soaking the sidewalks, trying to paint crowds of trees that always seemed bare, dandelions, and crap everywhere. Just generally making the air intolerable. The sun seemed to never stop shining.

The Lanky Noirette made his way through the grassy path of the Barrens. He stopped as he looked over his shoulder, seeing Eddie near the bush. A smirk formed on his pale face. "Who? Tozier?.." He spoke; his tone wasn't entirely cold, what so ever. But the way he said things was creepy enough.

His gaze stayed on Eddie like a vulture circling a corpse. Patrick walked a bit closer to the younger boy. It wasn’t often he encountered one of the losers alone; he saw it as a fun game of cat and mouse when he did.

“So Wheezy.. Where are the rest of your loser friends?” The noirette mumbles as he comes to a stop in front of Eddie. "Or.. did ya just come to the Barrens alone?.."

❛ [name]’s not here, you fucking idiot! ❜ - @solip-cide

EVIL DEAD (2013) SENTENCE STARTERS

It was one of the hotter days of summer, Eddie's t-shirt sticking to him uncomfortably as he made his way over to the Barrens where he'd agreed to meet Richie for the afternoon, the promise of shade amongst the trees pushing him further despite the beating of the white-hot sun above - No matter what the weather, the Barrens always seemed colder than the rest of Derry.

As he slipped further amongst the wilderness, twigs snapping beneath his feet as he stepped precariously across overgrown roots and nettles, he wasn't surprised to hear rocks skimming the water's surface just out of sight.

"Hey, Richie," he'd greeted casually, pushing aside a low-hanging branch before slapping his hands together to rid them of the dirt that lingered there. But then he froze, the figure before him a world away from who he'd expected.

Shit.

"Oh, shit," he muttered, voice barely a gasp as his eyes landed on Patrick Hockstetter no more than six feet away from him. With a quick glance around, Eddie couldn't help the relief that flooded him when he saw that Bowers was nowhere in sight -- not yet, anyway -- but that didn't mean that Hockstetter was entirely harmless. "I, uh... I didn't see you. From behind the bushes. I - I thought you were..."

Shit, shit, shit.

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'Oh, my God. Why the fuck did you do that?'

Patrick's seafoam eyes shift in the direction of the screaming, seeing the brunette Kaspbrak kid not far from him. He knew he had to think fast—either lie to the kid or scare the shit out of him. Both options seemed pretty fun for Patrick in that moment.

 

"Oh, come on, Eddie. The damn thing was already dead before I got here...” He mocks, and a slight chuckle escapes his lips. And that was a damn lie.

"There's no need for all the yelling.. Just forget what you saw and run off to your loser friends and we can let bygones be bygones.." He spoke as he stood up with that creepy ass smile he always had on his face.

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"WOULD YOU..." PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

would you stop for a second?

would you do me a huge favor?

would you hand me that?

would you quit being so annoying for ten seconds?

would you do me the honor of being my date?

would you just look at me for a moment?

would you let me take you out?

would you let me pay for the date?

would you give me a chance to just explain?

would you stop for a minute and let me think?

would you stay up with me? keep me company?

would you go and check on them for me?

would you hold this for a second?

would you care to tell me where we're going?

would you do it for me?

would you tell me what's wrong?

would you hold me for a while?

would you take me to the last place you saw them?

would you help me tie this in the back?

would you give me a minute to think?

would you come with me? i know it's last minute, but i need you.

would you stay here with me?

would you go on a walk with me? we have much to talk about.

would you cover me?

would you lie for me?

would you stick up for me?

would you hold my hand?

would you take over for a while?

would you give me another chance to prove myself?

would you let me make it up to you?

would you go slow?

would you be still?

would you do what i asked?

would you check over there?

would you really know the difference?

would you rather stay home?

would you grab my umbrella?

would you give me a massage?

would you stay close to me?

would you kiss me if i asked?

would you keep a look out for anything amiss?

would you stop looking for me if i asked?

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Owen Teague as Patrick Hockstetter in It: Chapter One (2017)

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PROMPTS FOR CURIOUS HYPOTHETICALS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

do you think you would have liked me if we met back then?

if i asked you to marry me... right now... what would you say?

could you ever imagine us together?

what if we're not meant to survive this?

if you found out you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do?

what if your life went differently? where do you think you'd be?

i bet we would have been best friends as kids.

could you imagine a world like that?

would you say yes if i asked you on a date?

what if only one of us gets out?

i wish we'd dated sooner.

what if they don't like me?

what superpower would you choose, if you had to pick one?

i wonder what that would be like.

i bet we'd be married by now, if things had gone differently.

i'll never stop considering the "what-ifs."

have you ever pictured us as a couple?

what does your perfect future look like?

do you think you might see me as more than a friend?

ever thought about the future?

what if we're not meant to be together?

but what if there's only one bed? what then?

if we get through this, what's the first thing we should do?

where do you see yourself in ten years?

if a higher power exists... i wonder what they think of us.

maybe we could try going on a date. see what happens.

i've always wondered if you'd ever look my way.

what words would [name] use to describe you?

what would be your strategy for an apocalypse?

could you ever see me as something more?

if we ever make it out of here, where will we go?

what do you think lies ahead?

what if i'm not meant to do this?

if we get trapped, we need to come up with a plan.

have you ever wondered what our kids would look like?

is there more to life than this?

do you ever wish we'd met each other sooner?

i always wonder what would have happened.

if you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

if you could snap your fingers right now and be anywhere you want, where would you pick?

do you think we have any chance of surviving this?

i'm trying to picture a world where we get through this in one piece.

what if this doesn't end well?

what if we get stuck there?

if a genie gave you three wishes, what would you ask for?

what if everyone stares at me?

what if i'm not cut out for this?

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' please. why don't you just let me go ? '

A smirk formed on the lanky noirette's face. He couldn't say he wasn't slightly amusined by Richie's words. "Jesus Tozier... You sound like I just I'm threatening to murder ya!" He spoke as a chuckle left his lips. Patrick was hard to read.. He always was... even now as an adult. His seafoam eyes shifted up to the other man's face as if studying him for a moment, before he spoke once more. "I'm not forcing ya to stay here, you can leave of ya wish..."

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IT: CHAPTER TWO (2019) dir. Andy Muschietti

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Owen Teague as Patrick Hockstetter in IT (2017)

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Canon Book Patrick things!

Currently reading the book and decided to post my findings/things I've noted on this character!

Content warnings for animal death, child death and mentions of harrasment under the cut, Patrick Hockstetter is his own warning

-Patrick was the son of a devout catholic and a paints salesman, and had grown up in a religious household

-His IQ tested as low normal and he'd repeated 2 grades (1st and 3rd) and was taking summer classes so that didn't happen again

-He was very apethetic student and the teachers wrote hardly anything on him on his school reports.

- He'd leave test sheets blank or would just put a large question mark on them

- Was VERY quiet in class so he was pretty much allowed to fail because he was easier to ignore while teachers would focus more on students like Vic and Henry that would often disrupt class and deface school property

-He wasn't stupid at all. Infact, he was very smart, he just didn't bother with school.

-Didn't see any other creature, human or animal, as real. Believed himself to be an actual creature despite that

-Had no real sense of hurting, no real sense of being hurt

-Reality was meaningless to him

-despite life not meaning too much to him, he was very aware of rules. Life had rules and he knew to follow them.. Or atleast try to avoid being caught

-Had to be seated away from the female students in his class. Teachers tried to avoid any contact with him and female students.

-Patrick would draw a picture for his mother every time he'd go to school but he'd only use black and brown crayons

-Fan of arts and crafts, made his own duct tape wallet, it wasn't very well done, the stitching was coming undone and the note pocket flapped around

-Patrick hadn't liked it when his mother had brought Avery home, he tried to tell himself that he didn't care as long as it didn't disrupt his schedule

-Of course, Avery had done that and all the attention had been turned to him, meals turned up late, Patrick was woken up by the crying

-If Patrick was "real" He thought Avery also could be "real" too, he didn't like the thought of that.

-He was frightened that he was being replaced, and when Avery was big enough to do what Patrick would usually do (get his father the paper, hand his mother the bowls when she was baking bread,) his parents would get rid of Patrick all together.

- what he cared about the most was (1) the rules, they'd been broken or changed ever since Avery had come home, (2) Averys possible reality and (3) He could be thrown out and replaced

-Patrick killed Avery as soon as he'd gotten home from school, he felt more alive than ever once he'd got rid of him

-The doctor that pronounced Avery dead thought Patrick was under shock, so he gave him a pill to take

- He wasn't phased at all, wasn't bothered, felt no guilt and after that he'd done nothing like that again but he could if the chance presented itself. Though as he grew up he would become more aware of the rules and that nasty things happened to people that didn't follow them

- He knew the rules but he liked the excitement he felt when he'd killed his brother and he wanted to feel it again

-first he killed flies, with a swatter and then those sticky flytraps you can get for hardly anything at the shop, he'd watch them for hours in the garage dying. Then he figured how much more efficient a ruler was, so he'd kill them throughout the school day, putting their dead bodies in a pencil box

-He'd kill beetles with pins from his mother's pin cushion, he'd catch them impale them and watch them die slowly

-it moved on to animals when he'd stumbled across a hurt cat one day, it was dying in the gutter. He pushed it around with his foot and was soon shood off by an old woman that had seen what he'd been doing.

-He soon found an old rusty amana fridge, he'd heard about how kids could get stuck in there.

-soon animals started going missing around town and he was to blame.

-He almost had a ritual when dealing with the fridge, he'd sway a little, hum a tune.

-The fridge had a hold over him and he'd somewhat fixate on the thing, he'd draw it at school, he'd dream about it at night

-He got very worried when Henry had told him that he'd tell on him and his beloved fridge (decided he would tattle on Henry for breaking Eddie's arm if Henry did say anything) and decided to go clean it out of his latest victim, a pigeon. When he did however he was attacked by "leeches"

-Pennywise found it hard to find what form to take because Patrick was nutoriously hard to scare.

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FEAR STREET SERIES. ↳ quotes from the fear street book series by r.l. stine. they're not all horror-themed, but there are mentions of murder, death, and a few mentions of food.

“i have a couple of suggestions to help things along. first of all, go back to school on monday.”

"my first day back was a non-event."

"they will come when they come. screaming your throat raw will not change anything."

"i hope you learned your lesson."

"i'm not into lord of the rings."

"this must be what it's like on the moon."

"it's bad enough that we killed [name]. we can't kill four people."

"i heard the whole story. i'll phone the police."

"you've been out in the ozone somewhere since we got here."

"oops! forget you heard that. it just slipped out."

"simon and angelica fear were supposed to be the most evil people in the world. we studied it all in fourth grade."

"without the nectar, i'll perish!"

"where'd you get that line? out of an old horror movie?"

"yes, i know what facetime is."

"like, hello. it's the twenty-first century — geeks rule!"

"dreams are all wishes, right?"

"sorry, i'm on my break."

"i sound so broken up about it, even i would believe me."

"evil never dies. those who do it's work can be conquered, but the evil never goes away. it only seeks a new vessel. anyone can be the victim of evil. even the kindest heart, the gentlest soul, is at its mercy."

"what if you're a ghost from the future?"

"you're not interested in their story, you're interested in their bod!"

“i know i’m going to be different when i go to college. i’m getting my nose pierced, definitely. and maybe a tattoo.”

"good idea. let's get some pizza!"

"why is she so sad? and so mysterious?"

"i will never apologize to a murderer!"

"that's dumb. my plan is better than that."

“i think i’ll write to my mom that you and i have gotten to be very close — very close friends.”

"did you really believe i was a ghost?"

"how can i prove that i'm not a ghost?"

ever since i found out Iiwas a pisces and water was my sign, i’ve had a much better relationship with swimming.

"that was the worst, thinking a fish had eaten the eyeballs out of my skull."

"you went out with me just because you wanted to kill mr. northwood?"

"psychos are allowed to wear maroon, too, you know."

" i tore a fingernail while getting dressed for school this morning and burst into tears. that’s how messed up i am."

"yeah, well, there's no guarantee the sun will rise tomorrow."

"he's so intense, but i like him anyway."