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took me 7 years debating if I should send a request but ..the IT fandom is DYINGGG 💔💔

anything with Patrick and the bowers gang will heal me at this point and I trust you 101%

Also can I be 🎃 anon…?

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A sleepover.

NEW ANON NEW ANON NEW ANON i love my anons sm <33 also, you can take this as either platonic or romantic sense it wasn’t specified!! Sorry if you wanted something with the whole gang, I just did Patrick :( AND THANK YOU SM FOR THE COMPLIMENT

Patrick Hockstetter x reader

Ft: Patrick Hockstetter, small small mention of the gang, Pennywise, and our beautiful, amazing, handsome, reader.

Tw: alcohol, mentions of murder, darkish fic, greif, divorce, Pennywise encounter, beware of Patrick.

Patrick laid on his couch watching the latest crime documentary, apparently some girl had rejected this boy and he had lured her out in the woods and brutally murdered her.

What a stupid girl, she should of saw it coming.

Sometimes Patrick watched documentaries to get a good laugh, it was funny how easily people were tricked later resulting into there death. Patrick had only ever killed animals but what if he had killed someone—

Ding dong!

Patrick got up quickly, heading towards the door to open it for his friend that he had planned to have a sleepover with. It probably wasn’t the best idea to have a sleepover with Patrick Hockstetter but you “weren’t scared of nothing” despite being scared of clowns.

You weren’t like a lot of people in Derry which Patrick liked, sure you were still just as dumb and insignificant but you were more interesting then most.

He opened the door to see you, “Hey dude.” You responded casually with a lazy grin. You were wearing a plain white T-shirt with some grey sweat pants and you had your school backpack around your shoulders probably filled with your stuff.

Patrick smiled (not a friendly one), “Come on in.” He said leading you into the house, you walked on in and slammed the door shut with your foot.

Patrick lead you to his room and wow, it was a mess. He definitely didn’t clean for company. “Wow you didn’t exactly prepare for me, huh?” You said setting down your backpack.

He shrugged lazily, “Prepare for what? Your just coming over. Did you want me to impress you or something?” His eyes then went to your bag that you had recently just dropped and snatched it, already unzipping it to rummage through your belongings.

You didn’t exactly care as you went to sit down on his bed, not as if you could stop him and you didn’t have anything in there that was worth looking at.

Patrick smirked and picked up the alcohol bottle that you had stuffed in there, “You brought this?” You snorted, “Why not?” He set it down on his night stand for later, “Wow Y/N you blame me for my room but then you bring a full bottle of alcohol to a sleepover?” He teased.

Patrick threw your clothes out of the way letting them fall on the floor, not caring for them and looking for something more interesting like you brought your diary or something.

You didn’t really have anything else that was that interesting in there, just some spare pencils and erasers sense this was your school bag and an extra pack of cigarettes, just in case. Oh and your headphones for music.

“The only interesting thing you brought was the alcohol.” He scoffed dropping your bag on the ground like you did to sit next to you on his bed.

“What did you expect to find in there?” You laughed.

“Something.” Patrick responded.

“Something you could use against me?” You teased.

He smirked, an evil smirk. “I have plenty of things to use against you.” You weren’t that impressed, “I doubt it Hockstetter.” You said sliding off his bed to get a pack of cigarettes out from your bag.

Patrick let you think that, just because it was funnier but when the time had come he would reveal he knew so much more but for now you could enjoy the time at his house that shouldn’t even be enjoyable at all.

You lit your cigarette and offered one to Patrick, “Want one?” You said and he snatched the cigarette out of your hands and pulled out his lighter to light his own cigarette.

You took a quick drag, coughing a little before sighing. “So, you have anything fun we could do at your house? Or do you just want to sit in here and smoke and talk like a bunch of losers?” You laughed with a grin.

He blew out some smoke, “You wanna make out?”

You grimaced shaking your head, “Your not gonna get me that easy Hockstetter.”

Patrick mockingly pouted before sighing dramatically putting a hand on his heart. “Oh you wound me Y/N.” He then thought about it for a moment before getting off his bed. “I could show you around my house.” He said with a shrug taking a drag from his cigarette before putting it out into the ash tray he had randomly in his room.

You snorted but got up anyway, “What like a house tour?” He smirked, “isn’t that what I said?”

You guys both walked out of his room and he walked to the end of the hall to show you his moms room, but you stopped to look at a certain door that caught your eye, it was labeled “Avery”.

Patrick had mentioned he had a brother, and that he had died when he was younger but never mentioned how he had died. Maybe it was a sickness? It looked like the door had not been touched in a while, like it was forbidden to go in there.

Patrick noticed your interest and he chuckled before turning back around, “Thats my brothers room.” He stated. “I can see that, it says his name dumbass.” You said still looking at the door.

“My mom wanted to keep his room, his belongings, everything’s still the same.” He said, amusement in his tone as if he couldn’t believe a mother was still holding onto her baby’s memory.

Your eyes softened, you then turned to him raising a brow curiously. “How did he die?” Patricks look on his face darkened and you could have sworn the room got colder, “I don’t think you want to know.” He said before turning back to open the door to his mothers room.

You didn’t want to push, because now you really didn’t want to know.

You quickly followed Patrick to his mothers room, it looked quite bland and sorta sad. It was empty like there was something missing, there was just something sad in the air.

“This is my moms room.” He said, “Why is it sooooo.. like…” You said looking for the right word. “Boring?” He finished for you.

You rolled your eyes. “No, I mean its just kinda like empty or something.”

Patrick shrugged his shoulders. “My dad left when I was little after my brother died I guess thats why.” Patrick didn’t quite understand why his mother missed his father so much, sure they were married but Patrick didn’t like his old man and I guess he wanted his mother to not like him either.

“Oh.” You said awkwardly, “Well why don’t we do the Kitchen next?” You suggested wanting to get away from all the mushy stuff.

“Alright.” Patrick said, suddenly smiling. Like he was planning something.

You followed him to his kitchen, it looked better then all the other rooms just a normal kitchen there was even some interesting pictures on the fridge.

A drawing of a dead animal, a little boy killing a man, and a little boy killing a baby with a pillow.

Patrick pointed at them, “I drew these when I was younger, pretty artistic right?” He smirked. He pointed to the one with the boy killing a man, “This is my dad, thats me, I was a unique kid.”

“I don’t know if uniques the word man.” You said grimacing, you suddenly pointed to the third picture the one that stood out the most. The one with the baby. “Whats that—“ He smacked your hand away quite aggressively.

“Just a drawing.” He said, you noticed that the boy looking quite like him. Was the baby supposed to Avery? Did he kill him? With a freaking pillow? Did you just get cold chills?

“I have a basement.” Patrick said suddenly, trying to get your attention somewhere else.

He grabbed your wrist pulling you to the door that lead to the basement, “Wanna go in?” He asked. “Sure.” You said quickly, still thinking about what recently happened.

He opened the door, “Why don’t you go in first?” He offered, urging you to go first. You raised an eyebrow skeptically, “Why not you? Its your house.”

“Aww, are you chicken? Is Y/N scared of the basement?” He teased with a smirk.

You now turned your attention to his teasing, forgetting about the drawing almost completely. “Hey no, im not afraid of anything. Its just a stupid basement.” Truly you weren’t scared, just to focused on the drawings.

You started to walk down the stairs, all the way down the dark basement. The stairs creaked with every step you took, but you weren’t scared you knew it was just a basement.

“All right asshole, im down here now get your ass down here or are you to chicken?” You said turning to look up, to see him laughing before he slammed the door shut the dark now consuming the room. “Shit!” You said before marching up the stairs, quite quickly.

You began to twist and turn the doorknob annoyed, “Patrick open the damn door!” You shouted, you heard Patricks voice through the door. “You scared?”

“No just annoyed.” You said now banging on the door.

You heard something tip over behind you, you looked over and saw something, two yellow dots they were like glowing or something. Suddenly, you did start to feel scared.

What the hell was that? Some creature? It started to step out of the shadows, it started to look like a clown. You were now panicking, you knew it wasn’t Henry or Belch or something like that because it was to tall the way it looked its big ass forehead this wasn’t anyone she had ever seen before.

You start to use your body to try and open the door, “Okay im scared now! Open the fucking door Patrick! There—Theres something down here!” You shouted panicked, Patrick let out a cackle.

It smirked, a full set of teeth ready to bite your face or something it had started to come up the stairs getting closer to you.

You were now screaming, body shaking, pounding on the door, “Patrick open the door im serious!” You shouted, and finally he had opened the door and you fell on your back but crawled over to slam the door shut and lock it.

He was over here laughing his ass off, what a dick! You felt as if you were about to have a panic attack.

You didn’t cling to him or anything like that and instead shoved him, “What the hell was that?” You said quite angry, and traumatized.

Patrick laughed, “The funniest thing ever.” He said chuckling a bit more.

You shoved him yet again, “No that thing! What was that?”

He started to walk away his laughter toning down to a few giggles, “What was what?” You immediately went after him following him back to his room. “The thing! The clown!”

Patrick turned to face you with a raised eyebrow but the smirk still there on his face. “Wow? I scared you so bad you started to hallucinate?” He laughed right in your face! “Gosh just wait till I tell the boys about this!”

“Patrick you asshole I know what I saw!” You exclaimed. You were not crazy, you know what hallucinations looked like.

When you two got back into his room he slammed his door shut as you sat on his bed continuing to explain what you saw while he was only half listening. He grabbed the alcohol he had set on his nightstand and offered it to you, “Want a drink?” He said with a smirk.

You snatched it from him, “Of course I do.” Before unscrewing the cap and taking a sip, not to big but enough.

You grimaced slightly before sighing, you were still certain of what you saw. Patrick took it from you and took a much bigger sip then you.

“I know what I saw.” Patrick scoffed, “Thats what everyone says when they “see something”.” You laughed bitterly. “Yeah and usually there right!” He shrugged you off, of course he did.

You rolled your eyes with a scoff taking the alcohol from him and taking another sip, “Unbelievable.” You grumbled. “Yeah, exactly.” He said chuckling and you almost threw the bottle at him but instead kicked him.

Suddenly the door opened revealing Patricks mother, it seems she just got home from work. “I brought some pizza home, if you two want some.” She said before gently shutting the door. She looked kind, definitely kinder then her son.

Patrick slightly rolled his eyes at his mothers voice but got up anyway. “Pizza time.” He said playfully.

You got up to, you were hungry and some pizza would be good right about now. Plus, every good sleepover has pizza.

You and Patrick both got your slices of pizza, he got two you got three you had worked up quite an appetite. “Do you have any drinks?” You said heading to his fridge ignoring the drawings, not wanting to dwell on them again,

“Why cant we just drink the alcohol?” He joked, you grimaced thinking about how that would taste. “Gross dude.” Patrick laughed before grabbing his pizza and heading back upstairs leaving you alone to figure out whatever you wanted.

You sighed before just grabbing a water and closing the fridge, taking one more look at the drawings with soft eyes before grabbing you plate and leaving to head back upstairs to Patrick. What a day this has been.

When you passed the basement, you couldn’t help but slightly shake. That was not a pleasant experience.

You and Patrick ate your pizza, your mind occasionally trailing off to the things that had happened today but Patrick pulling you out of your trance with his dumb rambles or teases.

It was getting quite late, and you were getting tired but you had to admit you didn’t want to sleep on the floor like you planned anymore. You didn’t want to sleep at all. “Hey Patrick,” You started, “Can I sleep on your bed for the night?” You asked.

Patrick grinned at the thought, “Aw you wanna sleep with big bad Patrick?” He teased. “Need a man like me to keep you warm for the night?” You chuckled, “Boy not Man.” He narrowed his eyes, taking obvious offense to that.

“Whatever. Sure.” He said setting his and your plate on the floor.

You didn’t question it and went to grab your PJ’s from your bag, “Okay im going to change in the bathroom.” Patrick pouted, “Aw I cant get a peak?” You scoffed grinning playfully. “Never.”

You took your clothes to go and change and quickly slipping into your PJ’s, you shut the door behind you before seeing Patricks mom standing at Averys door looking at it lost in thought. Your eyes softened and you frowned, “Im sorry about your kid, ma’m.” You said suddenly.

You were surprised you said anything, but it just slipped out like you couldn’t just not say anything. She turned to you, a look of surprise on her face before walking towards you with a fond look on her face, “Thank you, dear.” She was very kind, while her son was the devil.

She took a long look at your face, her smile fading into a frown. Her hand reached to cup your cheek and you were surprised at the sudden contact, “You look… like him.” She mumbled. She quickly retracted her hand, “Im so sorry.” She said before quickly turning around back to her room.

You were stunned but thought of some response instead of standing there like a fool. “Its okay, its understandable to get emotional at seeing your child in someone.” Those words stunned the woman and she stopped her way to her room for a moment.

Her greif, her loneliness had been overlooked by her son and by the people around her. It didn’t seek valid to anyone, no one understood, she felt as if no one understood. She was alone, her husband left, her baby was gone, and her son was.. something else (a monster).

Her son was the reason her baby was gone, but she had to keep quiet. No one could know, or they would just take her other son away too. She couldn’t handle that, she was already falling apart.

She turned around to look at you but you had already went back to Patricks room, not wanting to feel the way the air had gotten sad and gloomy.

You laid down on his bed and got comfortable, bringing his blanket up to your shoulders and suddenly you felt his arm wrap around you not in an affectionate way just to make you uncomfortable. You rolled your eyes but didn’t stop him, it wasn’t that bad and Patrick was rather touchy.

He was touchy with a lot of people, especially girls.

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh of exhaustion, what a day right?

You definitely didn’t want to come back.

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Im very happy with how this turned out! I hope you guys are to, im sorry i have not posted in forever so i hope this feeds you guys well <33 ignore any mistakes

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