#and low and behold he started getting like actually dangerous like he choked his sister once and he got kicked out of school

[hella1975]

hella I keep getting edits with some sort of original version of waiting room?? on my fyp and I'm gonna be honest waiting room wasn't a song that did me in quite as badly as the rest of you but this version I keep hearing literally rips my heart straight open😭😭 like I've been planning on fixing the no waiting room on spotify issue by taking it into my own hands🏴‍☠️ but now I know it's gonna have to be this version I'm not even bothering with lost ark waiting room. it's just gonna be waiting room og bc what the fuck?? "I never grew up with you, and you're not my waiting room" what the fuck??? with the haunting background noises literally WHAT THE FUCK????????

OMG IVE SEEN THAT ONE everyone keeps going on about the vocals of 'and you're not my waiting room' but i really cant get over 'i never grew up with you' like what??? WHAT??????

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Mr. Book Stealer

Patrick Hockstetter x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Abuse, Blood, Just General Creepiness, Patrick being Patrick

You sat in your older sister’s car staring at the main setting of your new life, Derry High School.

“You’ll be fine, hun.” She put her hand on your shoulder. “Just try not to make too many friends.” You laughed at her sarcasm. “You know, it is kind of your strong suit.” She really was right. Making friends had always come super easy to you. At your old school, you were friends with almost everyone. Between cheerleading, debate club, student council and everything in else you could have possibly got yourself into, you met a lot of people. You gave her a hug and walked towards the door to the main office.

No one was really there yet. They asked you to come in early so you could talk to the principal and some other staff, just so you’d have some friendly faces. It was a lot of smiling and nodding but as the time got closer to 8:00 am, you grew more excited. You were very ready to start over here and just see what happens. You thanked everyone for helping you and made your way, as instructed, out to the courtyard to wait for the bell to ring.

You were 10 pages into a new book when you saw a hand snatch the book out of yours.

“The Great Gatsby, huh?” You looked but to see a boy hold your book, scanning the cover. “Isn’t that the one about the guy who throws parties?”

“More or less.” Giving the boy a closer look, he was tall and slim, with long black hair and dressed like a punk. “Can I have my book back please?” As soon as you said that a blonde girl came rushing your way and grabbed your bag and you around th waist almost sweeping you away from Mr. Book Stealer.

“What about your book, sweetheart?” The boy yelled from behind you.

“Don’t answer him.” The girl whispered.

“Um, hello?” She looked very worried. “Why did you do that?”

“Did he try to hurt you?” She held your hand as though to console you.

“Uh, no he just took my book and why did you do that.” You were trying to be nice but really weren’t having this.

“My name is Grace, and I did that because you’re new and don’t know that he and those other three boys over there are the most dangerous things in town. The one you were talking to? That’s Patrick Hockstetter, notorious member of the Bowers Gang. If I could advise you, stay close to me and never speak to him again. He’s a complete lunatic.” She smiled sweetly. “Now. what do you have first period?”

You walked into your english class and found a seat in the middle of one of the rows, hoping you could make friends that way when low and behold, Mr. Book Stealer comes in and sits down right behind you.

“Why’d you leave so suddenly this morning, sweetheart?” You could almost hear him smirking. You took Grace’s advice and ignored him.

“So, where are you from?” Again, you didn’t answer. He leaned in closer to you so only you could hear him.

“I will not stop until I get what I want.” He said in almost a growl. Your eyes grew wide and you leaned forward in your desk to try and escape him.

“Today, we will be starting a group project, which I will be picking the partners for.” You teacher said as everyone groaned. He started to name off pairs.

“Mr. Hockstetter, since you seem to be getting along with our newest student, Miss (Y/L/N), you can pair up with her.” Your heart sunk. This was the absolute worst thing that could have happened and to be honest, you were terrified.

“I look forward to working with you, partner.” His smile was almost something out of a horror film and you felt your stomach turn.

You were heading out to the office to wait for your sister when you were stopped by a long arm.

“How about we go to my place to work on that project?” He stared at you like a meal.

“Actually I was thinking we could work on it here, out on the bleachers? Plus, I’m not allowed to go to people houses.” You lied. He put his arm down.

“A girl who follows rule, good.” He smirked. You brush off the creepy comment and walk out to the sports plaza together with Grace trailing closely behind.

You felt safe out here. You weren’t alone with him. There were plenty of football players and cheerleaders practicing, Grace being one of them. You got started on your project, him not doing anything of course but it wasn’t gonna do itself.

You look up at the yard after you finished the project to notice you were the only one there. Even Patrick had left. You started to walk towards your house when you were grabbed around the waist and pulled backwards into another body.

“Miss me, sweetheart?” Patrick said into your ear, with his front almost grinding against your backside.

“To be completely honest, I didn’t even know you left.” You laugh. He growls and pushes you toward the column standing across from you. You slam hard into with a small scream and slide down to the ground. Patrick storms over, yanks you up by your arm and pushes his body against yours. A single tear rolled down your face.

“You’re cute when you cry.” He brushed a piece of hair out of your face. You try your best to put on a brave face, but all that goes away when you feel a sharp pain across your stomach. You look down to see a small amount of blood bead out of a cut. His hand finds your hair and pulls it harshly backwards to make you look up at him.

“You’re mine now.” He looked directly in your eyes. When you don’t say anything, he dips his head down and bites your neck hard. You yelp out in pain. He came back and put his lips directly against your ear.

“You do what I say, when I say it. Got it?” You try to look away but he puts a hand on your jaw and the other around your neck, squeezing both tightly.

“I said got it?” He punched the last two words as he squeezed tighter.

“Yes.” You choke out as you were getting light headed.

“Good.” He said lowly. He dropped his hands and brought one around your waist. “Now, we are going to go back to my house and say were studying but I promise you. You’re in for a world of hurt and maybe if you’re good, you’ll get your book back. Okay, sweetheart?” He squeezed your hip hard enough to bruise.

“Yes.” You say barely above a whisper.

“Good girl.” He said and led you away from the school and into your worst nightmare.