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My name is Cherry, I'm 20 years old, and I like to write a lot! The link to my AO3 is Nex_And_The_Living

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Piss/scat/vomit. Never been a fan, never will.

Incest. Also never been a fan.

Molestation/Child SA. Fucking gross, and if you're into that DNI and leave.

Feet. This one's iffy to me, if you want I can, just don't be one of those weirdos about it.

But anything other than those, I'm willing to write!

Some things in this blog will consist of: Dark themes, sexual themes, murder, abuse, drugs, alcohol, swearing, and more along those terms.

Do not read if you don't like those, and especially don't if you're under 18. They will not be marked!! MDNI on those. I know you'll probably read them no matter what I say, but I don't want to know.

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"The Wrong Kind of Jealousy" p. hockstetter Oneshot

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Summary: A break up leaves Y/N heartbroken and feeling awful, and Patrick doesn't like it. He's the only one who should make you feel like shit, and he's determined to prove he can be worse than your boyfriend.

Warnings: Vulgar language, break up, kind of non-con, choking, passing out, dacryphilia, classroom setting, almost fingering, use of "slut."

A/N: My bad guys, I got botox up my bladder so I haven't gotten to my Wips 😭 Here's my apology, please don't burn my house down.

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“Aiden, please! I didn’t know he’d ask me out, I thought he was just being friendly.” You sobbed, breath raspy and scattered. 

You had met a guy named Donnie in your science class while you were taking a test. He had asked for answers since he was new to the school and didn’t know much, and being the people pleaser you were, you gave them to him. 

He asked for your number after and said that he’d give you the answers to the upcoming math test as a thank you, and you didn’t think anything of it. 

You two started talking, and became friends over the few weeks you knew each other. Of course, nobody ever has kind intentions anymore, and he called you, asking you out on a date while you were making food in your kitchen. Since your boyfriend Aiden went to a different school, the two had never met. And he picked up the phone before you could.

“Does that really fucking matter?” He raised his voice at you and you flinched. He’d never gotten so upset over things like this, so it hurt to hear him yell.

You had a plethora of guy friends; many that he was also friends with. So why was he so angry now?

“You never thought to tell him about me? About us?” Aiden threw his hands on his head and laughed. He was pissed.

“I didn’t think about it, it seemed innocent!” You couldn’t recall the last time you had to defend yourself like this to someone over anything because you were an honest person.

He shook his head and ran his hands down his face, inhaling deeply. “I should’ve known you were gonna cheat on me. Nobody’s that perfect.” 

“Aiden-”

“You’re a slut, Y/N. I should’ve fucking known. We’re done.” He growled, grabbing his jacket off of the counter and aiming towards the door.

“Aiden, please wait.” Tears fell down your face as you tried to reason with him. You loved Aiden, and you didn’t want to see him go. 

“I don’t wanna fucking see you again.” Aiden slammed the door behind him, leaving you to cry in your kitchen.

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Two days passed, and you were miserable. You cut it off with Donnie, and you hadn’t seen or heard from Aiden since that night. It was lunch and you were at school, eating your meal in an empty classroom, sitting on one of the desks. You’d usually eat with Aiden and talk about anything, but now it was quiet and lonely. 

Holding your sandwich up to your mouth, you were about to take a bite when the door opened.

It was Patrick Hockstetter. The bane of your very existence.

He was such an asshole, and you hated him. He’d grope you, call you names, sometimes even hurt you if you two were alone. You had brought it up to Aiden a couple of times, but he’d always dismiss it, saying he did it to everybody and that you weren’t special.

You never had sex with Aiden, and he never saw you naked, so he also never saw any of the marks Patrick would leave on you. Burn scars from lighters and cigarettes, bruises, cuts, the initials he carved under your belly button. The hickeys.

You never thought it counted as cheating since you never reciprocated anything Patrick would do, and you never told Aiden about it in fear that he’d break up with you for it. But you knew deep, deep down, that you were cheating.

Because a sick, sick, part of you liked it.

Aiden was never rough with you when making out. He treated you like fine China, which you were thankful for. But he never went further, not like Patrick would.

Aiden would kiss you softly, never pressing too hard on your lips. Patrick would make you choke on his tongue and bite your lips, making you bleed every time. 

You hated him, and everything he did. But sometimes you’d look at your scars and remember how awful it felt, and you’d get hot and red in the face.

“Figured your cunt would be in here.” Grinning, he slipped through the crack in the door and closed it, locking it behind him. You shivered, knowing that you weren’t going to leave the classroom without some kind of wound. 

“What do you want?” You croaked out, voice hoarse from crying. You put the sandwich back in your lunch bag and crossed your arms over your chest, regretting the tight white shirt and pastel pink skirt you wore today. 

Patrick snickered at your poor attempt to cover yourself and he turned the lights off, making the only light in the room be from the cracks in the blinds that covered the windows. 

“What do you think I want?” It was only then that you noticed the blood from his nose, and the blood on his hands. Usually you’d never think anything of it, but you were somewhat worried.

Patrick never liked Aiden. He hated how much attention Aiden took from you, and he made sure you knew. He hated how upset you’d get when you remembered a date you two would have to go on, especially right after he’d make you suck him off.

You’d be a complete mess, mascara running down your face, lip gloss smudged, hair sticking up everywhere, drool on your chin, and your clothes would be ruined.

He liked you better when you looked that way and begged him to stop. He made sure to take a picture once, and when he couldn’t see you, he’d jerk off to it.

Patrick loved when you looked ruined, but you always wanted to look put together for Aiden.

“Patrick, what’s on your hands?” You asked shakily, eyes trained to his blood soaked fingers. 

Patrick tutted and started a slow stride to the desk you were on. “You know, Aiden was never a good choice for ya’, toots.”

You crossed your left leg over your right and your skirt rode up your thighs, and Patrick licked his lips.

“I mean, he always controlled what you did. You couldn’t go anywhere without him. And you surely wouldn’t be wearing that skirt if you two were still together.” He stopped in front of you, and put his right hand on your left knee, and his other on your calf.

He uncrossed your legs and stepped between them, removing his hands and placing them on the desk.

Patrick’s eyes never strayed from yours, and you were shaking. 

“What did you do?” You caught your breath and questioned him, fear evident all over your face.

“You never cried for me as much as you did a couple nights ago for him.” Patrick’s face held no emotion, and you had no idea what was happening inside his mind.

It filled you with dread.

“Patrick, please.” His right hand moved from the desk and he placed it up your left thigh, moving it under your skirt. His left hand went around your throat, and his fingers placed themselves skillfully against the sides of your neck.

He squeezed, hard, and slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear, pulling them back and snapping the elastic back onto your skin.

You yelped, and it took away most of your oxygen. Patrick’s fingers teased down your leg and to the back of your knee, leaving a trail of blood as it went.

You didn’t ask him, but you knew it was Aiden’s. You didn’t want to know what happened to him.

You were hyperventilating now, taking in any air that you could. Patrick would lessen his grip every now and then so you wouldn’t pass out, but then he’d tighten it again. The process repeated until you were wailing, and your hands were clawing at his.

His right hand was resting on your thigh again, and would etch up closer to your groin whenever he’d let go a bit. You were full on sobbing, and you looked perfect to him.

Mascara down your face, red marks on your neck that would surely leave a perfect blue and purple handprint later. You were trembling underneath his touch, and he loved it. 

Aiden could never make you cry like he could, and Patrick carried that pride with him. 

You tried to beg him to stop, but your words were broken and you could barely keep yourself conscious. Black spots dotted your vision, and you kept thrashing against him. 

He had never gone so far when choking you, and he’d usually leave you with some air. But he didn’t now, no matter what you did.

Patrick’s fingers climbed up into your underwear, and he smirked when he saw the fear in your wet, drowning eyes. Two fingers touched your entrance, and he dragged them up and down, pinching at your clit.

You’d never been more terrified as to what Patrick was going to do next, but you never found out. He squeezed your throat much harder, completely blocking your windpipe from getting any form of oxygen. 

The black spots took control of your vision, and you went limp in his hands. Your legs stopped kicking, your hands fell to your sides. Your head lolled back, and your face relaxed. 

Patrick hummed and let go of your neck, letting you fall back on the desk. He made sure your pulse was still beating, and his fingers went into your entrance with no more resistance. 

Aiden could never make you feel anything like he could.

"Inseparable" Part Six

Patrick was plucking out single hair strands from a sleeping Y/N's head as he watched Glen Lantz die, rolling his eyes at the inaccuracy. He’d pause and stop breathing when Y/N would stir, and be relieved when she was just getting more comfortable. He turned his head around to look at the clock next to Y/N's bed, and it read 1:24 AM.

Patrick had watched the movie twice now, afraid to move and wake up Y/N. She was a part of the very few things that terrified him when she was asleep, for she had bit him on his forearm when he tried to wake her one time, and he still had the scar.

He never tried to wake her up again. 

He groaned internally, ready to accept the fact that he’d be in that position for a while. Then he looked at Y/N's face and tilted his head at her.

A moment ago she had been peaceful, like the ending silence of a baby crying, and now she was twitching. She was sweaty, her eyebrows were knitted together, and she kept whispering ‘What do you mean?’ over and over.

Hey, you should deffo do a BEN one. So like a one-shot with Y/N and BEN playing video games but he’s like glitching the game so she looses, and he’s super smug about it.

-your favorite ever ♥️

Ohhhh, for sure babes. I'll make it the best you've ever read.

It'll take a hot minute, tho. School and all that jizzy jazz. ❤️

hiii what fics to do you have coming up for us to enjoy!

Hi babes! So far my WIPs are

Oneshots:

Carol Peletier/Reader: Angst/Fluff

**After loss, the reader distances herself from the rest of the group, doing her tasks quietly. When Carol notices, she tries to step in, and gets told off by the reader.

Jake Sully/Reader: Fluff/Tension

**Neytiri leaves Jake alone in the forest to hunt by himself as a test, and he comes across a poisonous fruit. Unknowing, he tries to eat it and gets stopped by Na’vi!Reader, who then educates him on the flora and language of the Na’vi.

Ongoing Stories:

Patrick Hockstetter/Reader: Enemies to Lovers

**Beverly’s older sister often gets bullied by the Bower’s Gang, more specifically by Patrick himself. They both have feelings for each other, but refuse to believe themselves. Patrick is tied into a bet to go out with the reader, and she goes ballistic when she finds out. She and Beverly move in with her aunt when summer ends, and haven’t seen anyone since. When Mike calls everyone 27 years later, how will she react to seeing Patrick again? What will she do when he’s gotten therapy and has gotten help for his solipsism?

George Foyet/Reader: Angst/Tension/Fluff

**The Boston Reaper is on a hunt for his next victim, and finds the perfect college girl in a bar. As he stalks her overtime, he develops an odd attraction to her, and does everything to make sure he’s the only one in her love life. Even if kidnapping is his last option.

"weed or us?" "weed!" t. todoroki mha smau

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Summary: someone stole from you 🤫

Warnings: idfk some vulgar language and weed?

A/N: we're doing this ig. dabi does not know the difference between "two" and "too." you both are also flirty with each other and it will escalate as stories go on. also I made a mistake with smth twice says, don't mind it 🤗

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Hii! i’d love to read some TWD carol x reader! what about after loss r starts distancing herself. doing what needs to be done but quietly and away from everyone. carol tries to step in and talk to her but r snaps “you’re not my mother. just leave me alone” maybe daryl goes to talk to r and then r confides in carol. angsty and fluff pls and thank yooou

Hello, I'd be happy to write this out! Just please know that it might take a hot minute bc I have some school to attend to, but other than that it will be on its way <33

"Inseparable" Part Eight

“What the actual fuck, Penny!” Nicole screamed, throwing her arms into the air. A tall, somber clown was staring at the floor, shifting on Its feet from time to time. “You’ve done a lot of shit that I’ve dismissed, but this is something I won’t!”

Y/N sat on a dirty wooden crate, watching her best friend shout at It. Nicole put her hands on her face and turned around, continuing to degrade It. Pennywise slightly looked up and made eye contact with Y/N, glaring at her with It’s blue eyes. She shivered and looked away, gasping when she heard a jingle of bells and seeing he was gone. Nicole groaned loudly and kicked one of the rocks on the floor.

“Are you fucking kidding me!”

hes so odd

when shes the prettiest girl who deserves the world and hes him <3