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"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!”

"Inserparable" Part Two

Y/N ended up staying the night at Patrick’s, mostly because he didn’t want to tell her anything and because she didn’t trust him enough to be alone. She looked at the clock, and it was just passed midnight. Sighing, she looked over at Patrick, who was drooling and hugging a stained pillow. She tilted her head, questioning the white stain near his chin. Y/N started playing with her fingers, picking at her nails. She was lost in her thoughts, up until Patrick started twitching.

“Patrick?” She whispered, sitting up straighter to watch him closer. Patrick started whining, his face pulling into a deep frown. He started muttering “no” and “stop”, and Y/N started to worry more. She tried to shake him awake, but he wouldn’t budge.

When Patrick eventually woke up, he was shaking and saying he didn’t want to go back to sleep, pleading that she stayed up with him. Y/N had never seen him like this, ever, and was deeply concerned. He kept saying how it was real. How all of it was.

She was shocked by this and kept asking what he meant, to which he couldn’t respond. Patrick said how he didn’t want to speak its name, how it would find him if he did. Y/N was very confused, and she didn’t know what to do. He was holding onto her waist as she played with his hair, hoping it was calming him down enough. She noticed he fell back asleep, and she used the blanket to replace her body as she stood up off the bed. Y/N started to make her way to his landline, dialing a number and watching Patrick while she waited.

“Huh?” A tired voice said, sounding like they just woke up. 

“Hey, Nicole. Sorry, did I wake you up?” She asked, biting her lip. Y/N didn’t know why she was so scared, she talked to her friend many times about Patrick. 

“Nah, you’re good. I was just watching The Outsiders, getting wet over Ponyboy and all that. What’d’ja need?”  Y/N shook her head at Nicole’s response, laughing lightly. 

“I found Patrick. He was running around in the sewage system. I don’t know what happened, but whatever it was, it scared him. Badly. He’s having nightmares now.” Y/N told Nicole, fiddling with the phone wire. 

“Damn, that sounds awful,” Nicole yawned, smacking her lips obnoxiously. “What’s his nightmare about?”

“I don’t know, obviously something bad. He mumbled something about a clown though, and a balloon?” Y/N waited for Nicole’s response, but the other end was silent. “Nicole?”

“What? Oh, yeah. So a clown, huh? Did he, I don’t know, happen to give a description? Or like, say what it looked like?” Nicole asked, clearing her throat after. 

“No, he didn’t. Why? Do you know something?” 

“No! Nope, noda. No, I uh, I do not. Was just curious, that’s all. Look, I love our late night chit-chats, but I’ve gotta be somewhere tomorrow. So, uh. Night!” And with that Nicole hung up.

Y/N got even more confused. Why was Nicole acting this way? Maybe she knew something Y/N didn’t. It didn’t matter now, anyway. It’ll be her problem in the morning. For now, Y/N just needs a good night’s rest. 

HELLO HELLO HELLO! I have a fucked up fic request! (heavy heavy angst) because I think my trauma would be a lot more bearable if Dr. Chase were there! (fanfiction about myself? how vain)

so basically, a 19 y/o girl lands herself in the hospital (hi y/n!), her spine is absolutely shattered! why, you may ask? tw domestic abuse! her bf pushed her down the stairs! we can call him Logan. oh! and she had to get 12 stitches on her head from where she fell! yippee!

house complains that this isn't their department, that she just needs a fuckton of work done on her spine (womp wonp bro! it was assignined to you!)

bf visit her every day, always crying, always feeling so guilty about what he's done. house and foreman come in the room, girl is "asleep" and bf I crying, apologizing. house tells him to gtfu, and then foremans all "dumb shit ur gonna wake her!!!!" house leaves! hates patients anyway! girl opens her eyes, says to forman, "don't worry about waking me, I wasn't even asleep.. I jut didn't want to comfort him :\" foreman makes a SNIDE AND RUDE remark. what a cunt, fauwck your foreman !

house yells at foreman in his office!! Dr. Chase I sent down to check on the patient

"I'm Dr. Chase, blah blah blah" "oh I'm okay dw about me!" "I was sent to check on you, one of my colleagues said some pretty harsh things to you.." "it's okay, he probably has a point.. Logan is trying to do the right thing after all...." "the right thing!? he pushed you down the stairs and obliterated your spine! the right thing to do is let you go!" AHAHAHAHA GIRL GOT BPDDDD, SHES NOT GONNA LEAVE AHAHAHAHAHA I HATE MY LIFE

filler shit 🫶

chase walking patient for/to physical therapy, has to take her outside, so she can walk again. needs a freaking cane (yeah ik house... I see u..) patient asks if it's okay for her to smoke. Chase barely registers the question, but goes a little nuts when patient pulls a blunt from her bag. okie dokie cute scene of us getting stoned together :333

back inside! chase and house hallway/office scene. "you smell like teen spirit, chase" "what?" "pot, marijuana, weed, devils lettuce, yknow," "I'm not- I'm not high," "ofc u are!" "House-" "what, it's not my concern," Funish scene so cute so demure

cute chase/patient beside chat !

okay you can stop this fic here ORRRR, GO ON AMD FINISH OUT GLORYFIFING MY TRAUMA!!

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woah scandal risky chase hooking up with a disabled patient in da hospital?! she got POTS!? she passed out during the act!? HOUSE WILL BE MADDDDD lol

and ofc she goes back to Logan!

okay yeah sorry, you don't have to write this obviously, but it'd be cool if you did thanks, sorry

I like the way you think, magic man.

Hey,

I wanted to ask if you could write a story with Patrick Hockstetter.

So I thought roughly that the reader could be Beverly’s older sister and also belong to the Loser Club. She used to be bullied by the Bowers Gang! But she and Patrick somehow had feelings for each other! But because of a bet in which Patrick is supposed to seduce the reader, the reader finds out and is angry and sad at the same time as Patrick, who really liked the reader!

The reader moves with her sister Beverly to her aunt's place and Patrick and the reader haven't seen each other since! And then 27 years later, she is also called by Mike like the others from the Loser Club, but what they don’t know is that Mike also called the Bowers Gang to get even more support (All from the Bowers gang except Henry who is in psychiatry). How will the reader react when she sees Patrick again after 27 years?

So in principle, it should be about the second part of IT but this time involving the Bowers Gang!

Patrick and the reader could end up like Beverly and Ben, with a happy ending!!!

An enemy-to-lover story would be cool. 🫶

Ps: As an adult, Patrick is normal, please. And Maybe he could look like Alex Meraz as an adult.

Could the reader please have blonde hair with water-blue eyes? 🫣🫶🫠.

Hope you like it

Your reader 🫶

I am currently writing this one out!!

Hey!!!!

And how is the story going? 🤗

Omg you can’t believe me how much I’m looking forward to it!

I wish you a nice day/night

Your reader 🫶🫶

Heya babes! I'm so sorry that it's been so long, my summer's been busier than I expected 😭. So far I've got four parts already, and I'm planning on releasing them when I'm finished with part five. My grandma's been in the hospital, so I haven't really had much time for updates (The writer's curse has gotten to me.)

I'll tag you when I post them and will make sure you get your story!

Have a nice day/night!!

Trigger of Love- JAWNY

~First fan fic, lets goooo. Tell me if somethings off or my spelling needs to be changed, I crave feedback and validation. Have fun reading~ A/N

"I would never t-t-trick you, Y/n," His voice was tinted with disgust, possibly with hurt after what I had said to him.

"Goddammit, p-put down the gu-un for me?" He pleaded, neck twitching to the left, arms and hands shaking in the air. "I love you-"

"No. No, you manipulated me. You took advantage of me when I was at my weakest," It was my turn to look disgusted. I played with the safety catch, debating whether or not I should turn it off and shoot him.

"I loved you, I wanted to marry you," I laughed out, "and then I see your mugshot on that damn TV."

I tried to look into his hazel eyes, but they were covered by those stupid fucking orange goggles. He looked better without them, or his mask. He said he wore them because he was self conciseness of his looks, but now that I know what he's done, I don't think I believe him anymore.

He lowered his arms and tried to step closer, freezing when he heard a click. "Y/n-"

"Don't move any fucking closer," I point the gun at his head, finger already on the trigger. I stepped back, eyeing the hatchets that hung on his belt. I knew better than to turn away from a serial killer, but I could barely think, mind racing with the crimes he's done.

When I did I saw something that almost made my heart stop. More like someone, I guess.

"Sorry princess, nothing personal." And that was the last thing I saw before I felt like I got hit with a brick and passed out.

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"Damn Toby, you really got a good one."

"I'm aware, Brian."

"Holy shit, she looks good in those jeans."

"Tim, I will f-fucking decapitate you and feed y-y-your flesh to Seedeater."

Every episode of house be like:

A small child is visibly ill. They start coughing and clutching their throat, but whips out an inhaler and they’re fine. Oh shit! The man across the street just started bleeding out of both of his eyeballs!

Cut to house grimacing in pain and swallowing too much Vicodin.

Differential! Go! Shut up chase you’re an idiot.

They do a bunch of tests, everything is inconclusive!

We need to biopsy the patients eyeballs!

Cut to foreman explaining to the family about how invasive and dangerous a biopsy is.

Biopsy is inconclusive. Cut to house and Wilson. Wilson gives a long introspective dialogue about how houses addiction is deeply rooted in his own self hatred and that he pushes people away to further punish himself.

Epiphany time! Give the patient the medicine drug!

Patient is saved. House and Wilson eye fuck each other while going out for drinks.

Me because I just realized I forgot to post part 11 of Inseparable 😨

Chat, I'm so ashamed, oh my goodness gracious

this is the same scene to me

"Inseparable" Part Five

“‘Maximum hydration and acne preventer’?” Patrick stared at the box in his hand, then at the gooey face mask Y/N was placing on her own face. She snorted and put it on, fixing her wet hair into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. 

“Oh, yes. You’ll have the prettiest face of them all, ‘Trick.” She smiled devillisly, snatching the box from Patrick’s hands and opening it. He grunted and looked at her dresser, and then to the dirty pile of clothes she left in her bin.

The purple lace hidden inside of the shorts she wore a while ago caught his attention, and he questioned who she bought those for.

Hopefully not that dumbfuck Aiden from her physics class. Y/N went out with him once, and Patrick had scared him away after their ‘date’.

Patrick didn’t like to sharing. Especially not what he considered to be his property.

Y/N blew away a stray, wet hair that got into her eye as she looked over the directions for the face mask. She had taken a shower right before Patrick had arrived and didn’t have the time to blow dry her hair.

She hated having wet hair, and the way it felt on the back of her neck. It made her cringe, and Patrick used to pour water on her head all the time in the fifth grade when he found out. But she broke his nose after a while, and he hasn’t done it since. 

“We should totally watch a movie.” Y/N suggested while sitting in Patrick’s lap, putting the front of his hair into a ponytail to get ready for the mask.

His hands were resting on her hips to hold her steady and he watched her tongue poke out of her lips as she got more frustrated with his hair falling out. She clicked her tongue and moved forward more, tightening her legs around him so she didn’t fall.

The whole time, Patrick only stared down her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and had on a baggy white shirt, and he took his opportunity.

He thought of giving her a hickey for fun, but remembered when he did that in eighth grade and ended up with a busted lip, so he decided against it. 

“If it ends with a blowie then you can choose.” He grumbled when she started applying the grey mask on his forehead, his grip on her hips tightening. 

“No, and loosen your fucking hands. I’m going on a date with a guy Nicole thought I’d like, and I don’t want him to think I’m a whore.” She smiled and booped his nose with the brush and resituated herself on him, pausing when she felt something she wished she hadn’t underneath her.

“‘Trick.” She stared at him, scared to move.

“Nessie.” They stayed still for a long time, not sure what to do in the situation. 

“How is this gonna end?” Y/N asked, absolutely terrified of what she thought his answer might be.

“I have a few ideas.” Patrick grinned and moved his hips to egg her on, and he licked his lips at her. 

“Yeah. Well you get one, so pick wisely.” She furrowed her eyebrows and held her hand to his chest to stop him, and he pouted like a kicked puppy.

“Oh?” He dragged out the syllable, “So I can get my way?”

“Patrick.” She warned again, her fingers gripping his shirt and her other hand tightening into a fist, very ready to swing on him.

It wasn’t the first time Y/N sat in his lap and he got a hard-on, and especially not the first time Patrick tried to convince her to “fix his problem”.

It never worked, though. And it always ended with him getting hit somehow. 

He snickered, looked down at her breasts, then back to her eyes. “Nightmare on Elm Street.” 

“What?” Confused, she tilted her head. 

“‘What?’” He mocked, “It’s what we’re watching tonight.” 

Patrick leaned back on the bed, and crossed his arms behind his head. She looked surprised at the switch up for a second, then tried to move off of him. His hands swiftly moved back to her waist, and he pushed her onto him harder. He looked amused, the exact opposite reaction to hers. 

“Not even a lick?”

“No.”

“Not even a suckle?”

“No.”

“Not even-”

“Patrick, I swear to fucking God. I will blow your top head off instead of your bottom one with a gun.”

He grimaced and let her go, and she quickly stood up and took the boxes for the masks to her trash can, but not before reading how long they’d stay on. 

“Can you last twenty minutes without jerking off?” Y/N asked him, her goo-covered eyebrow raising playfully at him. He sighed dramatically and lifted his arm up to fake cover his eyes, peeking at her from under them. 

“I guess.” He rolled his eyes and sat up, and she smiled and turned around to grab the remote. Realizing it fell onto the floor, she bent down to pick it up, and her shorts rode up.

Patrick stared at her and groaned loudly, hands reaching up to take out the ponytail that was still in his hair. 

“You’re killing me, babe.” He grinned, and she looked back at him and scoffed.

His smile only grew more and he got up off the bed, and looked her dead in the eyes as he started to undo his belt. She glanced down at his crotch and back up, the same way he did her breasts. 

“What the hell are you doing?” She reluctantly asked, her hand gripping around the TV remote. 

“Changing.” He simply said, dropping his jeans. He only wore black boxers and a shirt now, and he looked away to go into her bottom drawer to pull out his pair of grey sweatpants that he gave Y/N whenever he wanted to change at her house.

Her eyes stayed trained on him, and she pointed the remote at the TV and turned it on. He put the sweatpants on and grabbed his crotch to “readjust” it, winked at her, and flopped down onto the small sofa in front of her TV.