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"Love Me Dead- Ludo" Part One
“You’re very tense.”
The clock ticks, it’s echo bouncing off the beige walls of the plain, boring room. The couch I sit upon is a sad brown, fitting into the rest of the sad theme.
The window sill has plants on it though, very green and happy plants, a complete contrast to the rest of the snowy atmosphere outside.
“I’ve always been tense,” I say, looking away from the window and at the woman in front of me. She smiles a pitiful smile, sympathy she obviously can’t hide flashes through her green eyes.
“Not always. In your file it says you used to be a very calm and relaxed-”
“It also says I used to have brown hair. How times change,” I smile tightly back at her, sighing as I realize my mistake. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so snippy. I’m just tired and I want to go home.”
She looks at her watch, also sighing as she shuts her notepad and sets it on the coffee table between us. She runs a hand through her hair, clearing her throat as she leans her arms on her knees.
“I know this is tough, and I know what he did to you, and I know you want to get better, but this takes time. You can’t rush healing. I’m sending you home, and I won’t add this appointment to your bill,” She shushes my protests, raising her hand and making a ‘quit it’ motion, “You need to go home and sleep. You can’t rush this process.”
My keys clank against the trinket bowl as I shrug off my winter jacket, a soft bell following suit with soft, padded thuds. I grin, taking off my boots and shaking the snow out of my dirty blonde hair. My cat, Winston, meows loudly as I crouch down to pet him.
“You hungry, little dude?” I look at the time on my phone, it reading 5:39 pm. He meows again, butting his head on my leg as I snort and stand up. “Of course you are.”
I walk to my kitchen, setting my phone on the counter as I open the drawer I dedicated to Winston the day I bought my apartment. I pull out wet food for him, opening it and setting it on the ground next to his water bowl.
I lean against the counter and watch him shove his white little face into the bowl to inhale his food.
Shaking my head and laughing a bit, I stop when I notice my phone vibrating. Picking it up and unlocking it, I let out a huh as I open my messages and see my sister texting me.
Donna: I js got a date with the hottest mf I have ever seen
Donna: like smoking hot
Me: someone is actually interested in you? thats a first
Donna: ok ouch
Donna: but yes
Donna: oh and mom decided shes going to stay at your place for the weeknd
Donna: so get ready to clean
I immediately hit the call button as I read her messages.
“She’s doing what now?” I yell into the phone, wincing as I see Winston puff his tail up and look at me.
“Why would you not tell me this before today? Friday is in three days, and my place is a freaking pigsty. Three days is not enough time to clean, Madonna.” I tell her and start looking around my kitchen, noticing everything I know my mom will criticize the minute she walks into my apartment.
“Uh, probably because I just found out today, and don’t call me Madonna. She called me right before I landed the date with McDreamy,” She states and sighs, and I hear her throw herself on what I assume is her bed.
“Besides, your place is never a pigsty. It’s always so clean, I could literally eat off your bathroom floor. Speaking of eat, you should also probably cook something, ‘cause we both know she ain’t eatin’ anywhere else.” The southern accent at the last part of her sentence was absolutely awful, but I understood it enough.
“Right, right, of course,” I sigh, hearing a thunk come from my bedroom as I watch Winston race towards the door.
Remembering the fact that I left my window open in my room, I assume a bird managed to fly its way into there, and that that was probably why Winston seemed so interested in it. “So, what’s McDreamy's name? I don’t think you’ve told me yet.”
I change the subject as I start to walk towards my room to get the poor bird out of there before Winston tortures it. As I turn to go down the hallway, I stop when I notice the bedroom light is on.
“Oh! His name is Badri, and he owns his own company. ‘Jules Jewels’, or whatever. Anyway, he lives in-”
The blood rushing through my ears is loud enough to block her voice out, and the fast beat in my chest definitely does not help.
Thousands of True Crime documentary scenes play through my head where my current situation is the beginning scene of a vicious murder.
I try to swallow down the lump in my throat, but it refuses to leave. I chew on my lip as I slowly walk backwards back into the kitchen, clearing my throat as I walk towards my knife block on my counter. “Sorry, could you repeat that again? You, um, cut out for a second.”
“Mhm! I said that Badri’s sister was getting married next fall, and that she invited us to come to the wedding.” I hum in response, taking out a chef’s knife and taking off the safety cover.
“I’m sorry Donna, but I’m gonna have to call you back. Kensley’s texting me about when our next therapy session will be.” I lie to her, grasping the knife in my hand tightly.
“Oh, that’s okay! I’ll call you later to tell you more, love you, bye!” She says right before I hang up on her, and I put my phone in the back pocket of my jeans.
I go over to my sink, turning on the faucet to hopefully drown out my footsteps and any creaking the floor might do as I walk down the hallway to my bedroom.
I grasp the knife even tighter, furrowing my eyebrows as I hear Winston purr with a deep chuckle and a pop following after. I take a deep breath in, and open the door as quickly as I can.
I drop the knife at the person in front of me, and Winston darts out of the room, startled from the loud noise.
“Go–good evening to yo–u too, sweets.”
-Character Requests-
These are just some characters I will do from fandoms that I can think of, feel free to request any character though, even if they're not here!
I do Oneshots, Series, and SMAU's. If there's anything that you want, just ask!
*-Rules-*
The Walking Dead:
Rick Grimes, Carl Grimes, Daryl Dixon, Negan Smith, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Rhee, Enid Rhee, Michonne, Rosita, Simon, Abraham, Carol, Jesus "Paul", Shane, Sasha, Dwight, Beth
House MD:
Gregory House, Lisa Cuddy, James Wilson, Allison Cameron, Robert Chase, Eric Foreman, "Thirteen"
CreepyPasta:
Jeff The Killer, Toby Rogers, BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Jane The Killer, Nina The Killer, Hoodie, Masky, Liu, Sally
Slashers/Creepos:
Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Chucky/Charles Lee Ray, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, BeetleJuice
Criminal Minds:
Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Elle Greenaway, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Tara Lewis, Cat Adams, George Foyet
White Collar:
Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey, Alex Hunter, Diana Berrigan, Lauren Cruz, Clinton Jones
Hannibal NBC:
Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom, Beverly Katz, Freddie Lounds
Marvel Universe:
Loki Laufeyson, Mobius Mobius, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire, Andrew Garfied, and Tom Holland), MJ Watson, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Prince T'Challa, Princess Shuri, Okoye, Carol Danvers, Gamora, Peter Quill, Nebula
IT (2017 and 2019):
Patrick Hockstetter, Henry Bowers, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Stanley Uris, Pennywise
Stranger Things:
Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Joyce Byers, Jonathon Byers, Jim Hopper, Max Mayfield, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Karen Wheeler, Dr. Brenner, Argyle, Billy Hargrove
Once Upon a Time:
Rumplestiltskin, Emma Swan, Prince Charming, Snow White, Regina Mills, Henry Mills, Killian Jones, Baelfire, Robin Hood, Peter Pan, Belle, August/Pinocchio, Ruby/Red, Zelena
Good Omens:
Crowley, Aziraphale, Gabriel, Anathema Device, Newton "Newt" Pulsifer, Beelzebub, Muriel
Avatar:
Jake Sully, Neytiri, Kiri (No smut), Lo'ak (No smut), Neteyam (No smut)
The Boys:
Homelander, Billy Butcher, Becca Butcher, Frenchie, Hughie Campbell, Mothers Milk, Queen Maeve, Starlight, A-Train, Deep, Black Noir, Firecracker, Kimiko "The Female", Ashley Barret, Ryan Butcher (No smut), Victoria Neuman, Soldier Boy
"Inseparable" Part Nine
“Ya sure you’re okay, Nicole? You look worse than when Patrick came out of the sewer.” Y/N winced, holding Nicole up as they walked their way back to the entrance of the sewers. Nicole huffed out a laugh and grunted when she almost tripped over something in the muddy water.
“I’m fine, Y/N. Pennywise didn’t hurt me,” Nicole paused, “Well, I guess he did.” Y/N gasped, looking over her friend’s body to make sure she wasn’t dying on her.
“No, no! Not like that, Y/N.” Nicole shook her head and continued on, nodding her head to the bright exit. “I’m hurt, but not badly! It’s um, nothing I didn’t want.” She mumbled the last part too quickly for Y/N to hear.
“What was that?”
“Nothing! Just, please go. I’ll talk to you later.” Nicole smiled at her friend and lightly nudged her. Y/N let out a sigh and returned the friendly gesture, wishing Nicole a farewell and good luck with whatever the hell was back there.
"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!”
"Inseparable" Part Seven
What the actual fuck. Y/N was in the sewers again, except instead of sewer water she stood in it was blood. Mixed with torn and chewed limbs. Human limbs.
She put her left hand over her mouth and gagged, tears pricking her eyes. The limbs were a complete variety. Rotted, fresh, small, large, bitten and untouched. It reeked sweetly, the dead and decomposed did not smell nice. It was like a slaughterhouse. Scratch that, it was a slaughterhouse.
Bloodied hand prints littered top and bottom of the sewer walls, child and adult, along with arrows pointing one way in between them. The only way was forward.
Y/N felt something move in her right hand, and she looked down to see a flashlight appear in it. She looked back up when she heard a faint “Penny! What the fuck!” and the sewer was empty and back to normal. All that remained was the arrows pointing forward, and forward she went.
The water sloshed grossly as she moved on, the squeaking of rats made her flinch whenever she’d accidentally point her flashlight at them. Sighing, she didn’t feel like she was going anywhere. Every arrow was the same, and she only went forward. It was all the same.
She cursed when she pointed the light ahead and came face to bars blocking her way. She grabbed them and shook them, but they didn’t budge at all. She was going to turn back until she felt something grab her foot and pull her down into the trashy water. She screamed and dropped the flashlight as she went, and thrashed her leg to get whatever was grabbing her off.
Y/N couldn’t see anything, so all she could do was kick and hope she would get let go of. After hearing a grunt of whatever grabbed her, her foot was released. She sighed with relief and moved her hand up to move her wet hair out of her face, but then stopped when she remembered that she’d lost the flashlight.
She let out an angry shriek and thumped her hands down into the water, not knowing where to go from there. She stood up carefully and fixed her hair before she saw it. The red balloon.
It had a bright glowing light in the middle of it, and it moved swiftly past her as she watched it. She let out a confused ‘what?’ when she saw that the bars were gone, and she quickly started to follow the balloon. She didn’t have all that much trust in it, but she didn’t want to go back and get grabbed by whatever the hell was behind her.
She stopped when the balloon did and she watched it grow bigger. All she could do was stare, even though her instincts were telling her to cover her ears. It popped, loudly, and she winced, and then gasped.
The sewer tunnel had stopped with a ladder leading down, and in front of her was a bright, beautiful circus. She heard giggles and music, and smelled popcorn and sweets. Y/N quickly went down the ladder to explore, and that’s when it all went to shit. When she turned around, the music turned demonic.
The giggles stopped, and it reeked of rot once again; it looked abandoned. She stepped forward and stopped immediately when she heard what resembled a ‘squelch’, and looked down to see a half eaten rat.
She gagged like she did earlier and stepped in front of it, paying more attention to where she was placing her feet. When she reached the circus tent, a huge plank of old wood fell right in front of her, and a single flier was stapled to it.
“Pennywise the Dancing Clown?” Y/N muttered, taking the flier and folding it to put it in her back pocket, which was weird because her shorts didn’t have pockets.
A soft jingle of bells made her look over to a half closed gate, a blood hand print on the handle. She watched her step as she went to explore it, and yelped out in surprise when she saw someone come out.
“Nicole!” She shrilled, running over to the red head and hugging her tightly.
“Ow! Ow!” Nicole cried and pulled Y/N off of her, holding her shoulders with a confused look on her face, “What the hell are you doing down here?”
“I-” Y/N paused and looked down, “You know, I don’t actually know.”
“Right.” Nicole said, taking her hands off of her friend. Nicole was very..rugged looking. Her shoulder-length hair was an absolute mess and filled with grime, blood, and knots. Her mascara was running down her face, her lipstick smudged all over.
Her clothes were ripped from what looked like claws, and she had a huge bite mark on her left shoulder. It wasn’t too deep, but it definitely drew blood.
“Oh my God, are you okay? You look like shit.” Y/N told her, concern washed all over her face. Nicole let out a ‘huh’ and looked down at herself and started to nervously laugh a bit.
“Who me? I’m perfect, I’m great. Feeling fresh as a daisy.” She tried to reassure the other girl, a forced smile on her face. Y/N only gave her a deadpanned look before she started shouting at her about how she’s hurt and needs to be looked at by a doctor.
“I’m fine, Y/N!! Jeez, I’m not gonna die or anything. Let’s just focus on figuring out why you’re here.” Nicole raised her arms like she was getting interrogated by the police and looked around the empty circus. Y/N only nodded her head, everything that happened here had been such a shock.
She was very worried about Nicole, though. She looked like she’d been through the shredder. She had a pink flush on her cheeks since Y/N found her, and also a slight limp. Whatever had grabbed Y/N earlier must have gotten to her as well, and it must have ruffed her up quite a lot.
They were walking around the sorrowed circus when another jingle of bells caught both of their attentions. It came from the wizened, nauseating circus tent in the middle of the huge sewer room.
Nicole and Y/N looked at each other, and Nicole smiled nervously at her before running towards that direction.
“Nicole! Wait up!” Y/N shouted after her, trying to make her way around all the trash that covered the ground floors. She watched Nicole dance through it all like she’d done it before, and it made Y/N think about if she had been down here before.
She struggled a bit and then gave up, sighing heavily as she looked around from where she was stuck. She tried to pull her feet out from the sticky spots they were in, and then she flinched when she heard Nicole’s roaring voice echo throughout the sewers.
"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.
"Broken A/C" p. hockstetter Oneshot
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“Admit it, you totally wanna blow me.”
“I totally do not.” Y/N scoffed and adjusted her crossed arms, leaning back farther on the cold counter. It was the middle of the night and 82 degrees in Derry, and the air conditioning at her house had broken down from overuse.
Her dad, being the man he is, suggested they stayed at his friend’s house. Y/N didn’t remember her name, but her father told her to call her Mrs. Hockstetter.
Y/N’s only objective was to get out of her awful hot house, so she agreed and packed a bag. She packed short shorts, a couple tank tops, a sketchbook, and her homework into a bag.
She thought she’d spend the night on Mrs. Hockstetter’s hopefully cold couch, but what her father had failed to mention was that she had a son Y/N’s age.
She was introduced to him when she and her father got into the house, and she wasn’t a big fan of his lingering gaze on her chest. She eventually stopped caring when she was greeted by the wonderful arms of air conditioning.
She had set up camp on the couch while her father and Mrs. Hockstetter talked to each other in the master bedroom, and while Patrick was up in his room doing only God knows what.
Y/N was sketching a bird in her notebook on the couch when she heard an odd thunk from the walls, and when she heard the air conditioning turn off.
Groaning, she rolled onto her stomach and shoved her face into the cushion, the immediate rush of hot air hitting her back. She threw her notebook off the couch and sat up before reaching into her bag and pulling out her short shorts and a white tank top.
She stood up and made her way to the upstairs bathroom to change when she heard noises coming from Patrick’s room. His head lights were off, but there was a small glow that emitted from underneath the door. She tilted her head and tried to be more silent as to hear what he was doing when she heard a very low and raspy “fuck” come from him.
Realizing what he was doing, she turned around quickly and went into the bathroom, softly closing the door and shaking her head. She changed into the clothes when she realized that she had grabbed her old tank top that she wore as a kid that no longer fit her, and that she had also grown out of the shorts.
They were supposed to be shorter than most, but they definitely weren’t supposed to show the underside of her ass. Y/N tried pulling them down to make them less revealing, but she gave up and accepted the fact that they rode up when she walked.
She left the bathroom and was going to walk down the stairs when she saw that Patrick’s door was open and that he was no longer in there. Thinking nothing of it, she went down the stairs and back into the living room when she saw him looking through her sketchbook. She froze, and he noticed she was standing in front of him and grinned.
“I’m guessing birds are your favorite animal?” Patrick mocked, flipping the book around to reveal her recent drawing.
“Set it down, Patrick.” She sighed, and let out a breath of relief when he did. What made her tense again was when he walked into the kitchen that was conjoined with the living room and opened a cupboard to grab a glass.
She watched as he turned on the sink faucet and filled the cup to the brim before he steadily walked back to her and held it out for her.
“Thirsty?” He grinned, his gaze burning her as she licked her dry lips.
“A bit…” Y/N admitted and grabbed the glass, confused as to why he didn’t let go as well. She gasped loudly when he tilted it towards her and spilled some of it on her shirt, cursing him out as she walked into the kitchen to grab a towel.
He watched her wipe her chest off with the useless piece of fabric, and grinned even more when she realized it was doing nothing to absorb the water.
She didn’t wear a bra as her tank top was too tight for one, and now her entire chest was revealed to a guy she barely knew at all. She groaned and threw the towel onto the counter, crossing her arms to keep at least a bit of her dignity.
She refused to look Patrick in the eyes, too embarrassed that she didn’t have anything to cover up and that she let a mistake like this happen. The guy in question frowned and walked towards her, leaning on the opposite counter that she was so that they stood in front of each other.
“Aw, ya shy?” He taunted, snickering at her face of disgust.
“No, I’m mortified. You just spilled water all over me and made me flash you.” She deadpanned, unimpressed with his actions.
“Not my fault you dressed like a whore.” Patrick only shrugged and let his eyes roam the rest of her body, from her head to her well manicured toes. “Cute nipple piercings, by the way. I really like the hearts.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Y/N sneered, readjusting her arms so that they covered more.
“D’ya want my shirt? It might make you less…cold.” He teased, watching her face turn bright red. Y/N rolled her eyes as he taunted her more and more.
That was how they got into their positions now, with her in his lap making out with him in the hot, thick aired living on the couch. His hands roamed over her torso, and hers grabbed onto the hair behind his head.
Patrick groaned when she tugged a bit too hard, and he bit her lip and grinded her hips down onto him as a response. She winced with a gasp and pulled away to catch her breath, his hands still moving her back and forth. He showed her the same devilish grin he had earlier in the night, and then the lights came on.
“Patrick!” “Y/N!”
“Dammit!” “Dad!”
"Hot, Cheating Bastard" p. hockstetter Oneshot
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“No, because why would Jordan ask me to the movies if he isn’t going to ask me to be his girlfriend? Like, hello? Ask me out before trying to make plans with me, you feel me?” The dark haired girl licked at her melting ice cream as she looked at the other girl next to her, scoffing and bumping her arm.
“Y/N! Are you even listening to me?” Rosita yelled, and Y/N broke out of her trance.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry, I was thinking ‘bout Mrs. Daire’s homework.” Y/N cleared her throat and looked away from the small cafe across from the ice cream shop where her and Rosita were eating their ice cream.
It was an awful hot day in Derry, and Rosita wanted to talk about the new guy she liked while cooling off. So, naturally they decided to have ice cream outside the shop while they did.
But Y/N wasn’t very present as Rosita complained about how Jordan wasn’t doing what she had hoped he would, and Rosita started to notice.
Rosita hummed suspiciously at Y/N as she tried to look at where she was looking, and she had found Y/N’s target. She gasped and whisper-yelled her name, which caused the girl to shush her quickly.
“Him? You’re into him?” Rosita said shocked, her mouth agape and not even caring about the ice cream dripping down her hand, “Of all the hot guys in this town, you choose Patrick Hockestetter?”
“Shut up, Rosie! And no, I don’t think of him that way!” Y/N knew she was lying to her best friend, and she felt bad for it. She always told Rosita about the boys she was seeing, but Patrick wasn’t one of them she could ever say.
Patrick and Y/N had been messing around for weeks, maybe even months, but there were no feelings in any of it. It was just a bit of fooling around when one of them would get bored, nothing else. They agreed to it.
But she knew she was slipping when she was watching Patrick at the cafe with Vivien, both of them laughing and enjoying their time together. Y/N and Patrick weren’t like that, ever.
He’d slip through her bedroom window, they’d sleep together, and they’d be done. Or she’d pull him into one of the alleyways behind the school, and then that was it.
Y/N was jealous, no matter how much she hated to admit it. It only got worse when she saw Vivien kiss some of the pasta sauce off his cheek that they were eating at the cafe, and then kiss his lips.
Even though Patrick and Y/N had done so much with each other, he’d never kissed her. Y/N pursed her lips and looked at a confused Rosita, and apologized to her.
“I’m sorry, but I need to go.” Y/N stood up abruptly and threw her ice cream out in one of the trash cans as she made her way over to Patrick, who had been making out with Vivien in public. Outside. For everyone to see.
Which was gross, but she was too blinded by her rage to care. Stomping her way to both of them, she smiled tightly at Patrick when he noticed her presence.
“Y/N! It’s so nice to see you! Gosh, I haven’t seen you in like, forever. Oh my goodness, we need to catch up.” Vivien spoke to her cheerily, seemingly forgetting about Patrick.
Y/N sighed at her in pretend happiness and agreed, her right hand resting on her hip as she leaned against Vivien’s chair.
“Yes, we really do! And I hate to be such a bother, but do you mind if I steal Patrick away? I really need him for a project Mrs. Daire’s making us do with partners, and I haven’t been able to reach him all day long.” She pouted, locking eyes with Patrick in anger. He looked at her the same way, obviously upset that she had interrupted.
“Oh, of course. Patrick, we can pick this up later.” Vivien winked at him, and stood up. She said her farewells to both of them as Patrick and Y/N just stared at each other, not paying attention to her. When Vivien was out of their sight, Y/N grabbed Patricks hand and made him stand up.
“Pay the check, and come with me. Now.”
Y/N slammed Patrick’s car door when they both got in, and then blew up at him when he drove to a secluded spot in the park.
“What the fuck, Patrick!?” She shouted, turning to face him fully. Patrick snorted at her, bringing his hand to his face to rub at his temple.
“What the hell are you talkin’ about?” He had an amused look in his eyes, as though he expected this from her.
“What am I talking about? What was that little date there? Huh? I thought we had something going?” Y/N interrogated him, becoming more and more outraged with every second. He had laughed maniacally then, throwing his head back and resting his hand on his stomach.
“Oh fuck, are you serious right now? You actually thought we were dating? You know we aren’t, right?” He spoke when he calmed down, and then wiped away the tears that had formed when he was laughing. Tears were forming in Y/N’s eyes, though, she had obviously not found the situation as funny as he did.
“Yeah, Patrick. I did,” She was sniffling, and holding back the waterfalls that would be dripping down her cheeks soon. She looked down to her hands and fiddled with her rings, and she scoffed out a laugh. “I guess I thought you had actual human feelings too. Or at least enough to care about me.”
Y/N let the tears fall and she wiped them away, shaking her head and reaching to pull the handle of the car to leave. When she did though, the car locked. She looked back at Patrick and then to his hand, where it sat on the lock button.
She grit her teeth and pulled up the lock clip and tried again. He grinned as he locked it again, and the exchange went on for a bit. She cursed him out each time, and then faced him.
“Let me out, Patrick!” She yelled at him, and noticed he had moved his seat to a lying position and that he had put his right arm underneath his head while smiling at her.
“You done with your tantrum yet, dollface?” Patrick asked her mockingly, putting emphasis on the pet name that she hated so much. She groaned, threw her hands to her face and pulled them down, and then tried the door again. His left hand was still on the button, and he moved his other hand to readjust his jeans.
“We’re both not leaving here until we both get what we want.” He said matter-of-factly, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She looked at him in disbelief, and then to his pants, where there was a noticeable tent.
“Oh, fuck you, Hockstetter.” Y/N spat out, frustrated with him.
“That is the plan.” He watched her eye his jeans, and they both knew she couldn’t stay upset at him for long. She rolled her eyes, and moved over her seat to sit in his lap and she started to undo his belt.
“If it helps you feel any better, you’re the only bitch in this Godforsaken town who gives good head. I don’t let anyone else put my cock in their mouth.”
“Shut the fuck up, Patrick.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
-Grand Masterlist- (In Progress)
*-Character Requests-*
-Series-
"Inseparable" Patrick Hockstetter/Reader: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven
"Love Me Dead- Ludo" Ticci Toby/Reader: Part One, Part Two, Part Three
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*The Walking Dead*
"Running from Nightmares" n. smith Oneshot
"His Girls" n. smith Oneshot
"Accidents Happen" n. smith/simon Oneshot
"Boo Boos" simon Oneshot
*House MD*
"Rsv" g. house/j. wilson Oneshot
"Birthday" a. cameron Oneshot
*IT (2017-2019)*
"Hot, Cheating Bastard" p. hockstetter Oneshot
"Broken A/C" p. hockstetter Oneshot
"Prom Gone Wrong" p. hockstetter Oneshot
"Sweltering" p. hockstetter Oneshot
"The Wrong Kind of Jealousy" p. hockstetter Oneshot
"NSFW Alphabet" p. hockstetter Oneshot
"SFW Alphabet" p. hockstetter Oneshot
"Mr. Mechanic" p. hockstetter Oneshot
*Creepypasta*
"Cheating" BEN_Drowned Oneshot
"Trigger of Love- JAWNY" t. rogers Oneshot (First Ever Post, Beware)
*MHA*
"weed or us?" "weed!" t. todoroki SMAU
"fine asf" t. todoroki SMAU
"chivalry isn't dead ig" t. todoroki SMAU
"surprise?" t. todoroki SMAU
"together 💕" t. todoroki SMAU
"on the run" t. todoroki SMAU
"fuckass picture" t. todoroki SMAU
"well damn" k. bakugo SMAU
"i don't hate you" k. bakugo SMAU
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-Bonjour!-
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
I'm fine with just about anything, my only no-goes are:
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.
Have fun reading!
"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.
"Inseparable" Part Four
Nobody questioned Patrick’s return when they saw him, especially considering he’d disappeared like that before. The next day consisted of skipping their weekend detention and hanging around in the junkyard that Y/N's cousin owned, and getting high while playing golf there.
When she got home though, she immediately thought of Nicole and how she had acted weird on their last call. Why did Nicole get awkward when she mentioned the clown? Y/N flopped on her bed as a headache started up, and she sat up to take off her dirty boots and socks.
She let her hair down from her ponytail to try to get some of the head pressure relieved, and stood up to walk to her dresser where she took off all her jewelry and placed it there.
Her mind still raced with her thoughts as she changed into her sleepwear which was just short shorts and one of Patrick’s band shirts that she stole.
Placing her hands on her hips, she clicked her tongue and made her way to her nightstand where her phone was.
Y/N dialed Nicole’s number three times, and each time she got no answer. She looked at her clock and it was only 11pm, meaning she was probably with some boy.
Y/N looked at the rug on her floor while she thought of what to do for the rest of the night. Then she had what she thought was an amazing idea.
"Inseparable" Part Three
As she laid back down in bed with Patrick she tried to fall asleep. Yet to no avail, she couldn't. Patrick woke up later on in the morning, slinging onto her like a wild tick; a very unlikely thing for him to do.
She eventually got him to calm down and managed to get him to latch off, after some swearing and somewhat empty threats. Still questioning everything that happened, she pressed him even further about his dream and why he was acting like he was.
While he explained his dream, Y/N only got more confused. None of it made sense to her at all. Flying leeches? Some red and white clown? A blue fridge? He was frustrated when she said she couldn’t understand, and she told Patrick that it was only a dream after she got him to calm down again.
Y/N tried her best to get him to believe her, and soon the room fell silent, save for the heavy breathing and occasional sniffles. She felt he was leaving something out, something important. Wanting to find out, she offered to go on a walk to get some fresh air.
They walked along their usual path and talked about Y/N's week to clear the tension, and it seemed to work. Patrick was easier and his normal ass-hatted self, but still rather jumpy.
They were joking around about how some kid Brandon had actually pissed his pants when Henry said “I’m gonna beat you like how your mom beat my dick last night,” when Patrick had stopped and kneeled to re-tie his shoe.
Y/N had looked over the playground while waiting and saw something floating by the swing set. Frowning, she squinted her eyes to try to see it better. It was the red balloon from earlier.
“‘Trick, look!” She tapped Patrick’s shoulder and whispered. He looked over to where she was pointing, but as soon as he did, it disappeared.
He uttered a ‘huh’ dumbly and watched the empty swing go back and forth, and his skin got colder each time it did. Y/N sighed and pouted a bit, “Never mind.”
Patrick looked up at her and studied her face as she kicked at the gravel on the pathway, his eyebrows furrowing. He didn’t like the way Y/N made him feel sometimes. How it felt like he had tapeworms in his stomach anytime she’d accidentally touch him, or why he always felt like he had to keep the gang away from her so they didn’t do anything stupid.
Or how every single time she’d cry about her day, he’d get a little jealous of whoever made her cry. Sure he felt bad for her, or as much as he could anyway. But her tears should be for him to see, and him only. Just for him.
He knew what those feelings meant. The last one, at least. He excused it, though. Blamed it on puberty, and he’d get rid of it by finding some town slut to ride his dick.
But the other feelings? He hated those. Sometimes he’d think about killing her so they’d stop. He couldn’t bring himself to, though. Patrick kind of liked Y/N, and not in the way he wanted.
"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.
"Inseparable" Part One
Y/N L/N and Patrick Hockstetter had been friends since they were in kindergarten. Their friendship began the day he gave her a pencil bag filled with dead flies in Mrs. Smith’s class.
He had always enjoyed teasing Y/N, since the minute they met. Yet for some odd reason, she had always tried to befriend him. Nobody understood why, granted he always pulled on her pigtails, but she never minded it.
They were Derry’s dynamic duo, terrifying twins, even. They were always in the same location. If Patrick was there, Y/N was dragging him along and arguing with him about something stupid. If Y/N was there, Patrick was right next to her, giggling at others' misfortune around them.
They were inseparable. They had a bond no one could ever achieve with them. Nobody understood it, they always fought, bickered, even fist-fought. But they always remained together, no matter how many sucker punches they threw at each other.
A while after Patrick started screwing with her and giving her dead bugs, and sometimes rodents, she started giving him trinkets too. Except, socially accepted things, like jewelry.
The first ever piece of jewelry she gave him was a ring when they were in the second grade; it was purple and silver. She got it for a dime at one of those cheap candy and toy machines while leaving a grocery store with her mother.
She assumed he liked it because she never saw him take it off, and when he outgrew it he put it on a necklace. He always denied liking it though, giving excuses that she was just so annoying that he didn’t want to hear her complain about him not wearing it.
Y/N knew better, and always smiled when she saw it around his neck.
That was until now. Y/N paced around her room in a state of panic, gnawing at her fingernails and being lost in her thoughts. It’d been a week and three days since anybody had seen Patrick, and she was a nervous wreck.
Usually, this wouldn’t have made her so scared, Patrick could take care of himself, hell he’d gone four days without telling anyone where he went. But more kidnappings and murders of children and teens around town made her worry.
Y/N had asked his mom if he had gotten home on Tuesday night after hanging out with her at the barrens, but Patrick’s mom said she hadn’t seen him since he left with her.
“Oh my fucking God,” She whispered to herself, stopping her feet from the circle she was walking in, “Jesus Christ, he’s one of the missing kids.”
The rest of the Bowers gang had stopped looking for him after the second day; they knew he’d come back with only a few scratches. But Y/N had a gut feeling she couldn’t ignore. She fiddled with one of the rings he had given her, biting her lip as she looked at her door.
Y/N cursed, grabbed a flashlight, and put on her shoes. As she was running down her stairs, she almost tripped when she saw what seemed to be Patrick going into her kitchen.
“Patrick?” Her voice was shaky and hopeful, but when she entered the room it was empty. Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair and making her way out of her front door. She jogged on the path she and Patrick would usually walk on when they were bored.
They’d talk about stupid shit, never sticking to one topic for a conversation. Then they’d make it to the park and laugh at the kids falling, especially when one of the two was upset over something. She always enjoyed seeing his eyes light up when one of them would cry, no matter how odd it seemed.
His eyes would crinkle, sometimes small tears would form, he’d show off his teeth, his lips would tighten. His lips looked soft, yet they’d be chapped and dried over all the time. Y/N would ask Patrick if he wanted some when she’d apply her chapstick, but he’d always tell her no. Sometimes Y/N would catch him staring at her lips a little too long when she’d apply it, and she’d wonder if he actually really wanted some-
A screech from two of the swings on the swingset pulled her away from her thoughts, and she stopped to stare at the playground. Her and Patrick used to sit on the swings all day long after school when they were kids, and they’d compete to see who could get the highest.
Y/N pointed her flashlight at them and watched the two swings slowly go back and forth, a red balloon tied to the one Patrick would always sit on.
She tilted her head at it, a confused look on her face. She could’ve sworn she’d seen that balloon before. Y/N then shook her head, realizing she was getting off track.
“No, he wouldn’t be here. I’d have found him already.” She whispered to herself and looked sideways to the path she was following, then grimaced. “Or a cop would’ve…”
Y/N continued on the path, putting her hands in the pockets of the jacket she was wearing. She almost tripped over a rock and bit her lip in frustration, cursing and kicking it against a tree.
When she did, she smiled when she saw which tree it was. Patrick and her had marked it up with profanity when they were younger, and they used it as a guide to get to the barrens.
She stood by one of the sewage tunnels, peering into it and sighing. She hated the smell and what she’d find in there, but Patrick always grabbed her wrist and dragged her into it anyway.
They’d smoke and get high in there, every now and then stealing a bottle of whiskey from the store and drinking together. Not caring that her shoes were getting soaked in the gunk water, Y/N walked inside.
“Patrick!” She called out, stepping in further and further. It took about twelve minutes of yelling before she thought she’d heard him.
It very well could’ve been desperation and her brain playing tricks on her, but she cried out again. She murmured a small 'dammit', and started to turn around until she heard him clearly.
“Nessie?” She heard him call, and she whipped her head around and ran further.
There he was, covered in blood, dirt, and only god knows what else.
“Jesus fucking Christ Patrick!” She sharply cried, running over to him. “The hell are you doing here?! Don’t ever run away like that again-”
Patrick panicked and shushed her, putting his hand over her mouth and looking behind him in a fear she’d never seen before.
“We need to get the fuck out of here. Right now,” He hissed quietly, taking his hand off of her.
“Where’s the damn exit?” She looked at him weirdly and was going to ask him what was wrong but decided against it, taking his hand and leading him out.
The clock said 8:46 pm as Y/N sat on Patrick's bed, playing with a loose string on his black blanket. She chewed on her lip, and let go of the string, standing up to walk out of his room and to the linen closet in his hallway.
After grabbing the safety kit she forced him to keep when he first got hurt with her, she sat it on his bed and opened it, laying out all the supplies she would need to fix Patrick up.
She heard the pipes creak when Patrick turned off the water, and a while later walked out with a towel around his waist. She watched him as he grabbed clothes from his dresser, and he looked at her, and then the kit on the bed.
“Fuck. No.”
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She eventually got him to sit on the bed, even though he whined and groaned about it. He huffed when she gave him a hair tie, and he roughly took it from her hand as he put his hair up in a bun so she could have access to his neck.
“You know if you wanted me to eat you out, you could’ve asked.” He snickered, smirking at her as she flashed him a look of disgust.
“If I wanted to fuck you, I’d have done it already.” Tightly smiling, she uncapped a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and put it on a cotton ball. Y/N started to dab it on his cuts, sticking her tongue out in focus.
Patrick stared at her, a blank look on his face. He didn’t even notice that she was done until she ripped open a pack of gauges and placed one on a stitched-up cut he got in the sewer.
“When the hell did’ja do that?” His eyebrows furrowed, his hand pushing away the cotton pad and inspecting the stitched cut.
“When you were fantasizing about your porn stash,” She scoffed and rolled her eyes, continuing to put the gauge back on his cut. She taped it up, and jokingly slapped it. “Doctor Miller is finished with her work. How satisfied are you with my service?”
“I’d be much happier with a blow job, if it isn’t too unprofessional?” Patrick leaned his head to the side, a hopeful smile on his face.
“I’d rather kill myself-” Y/N stood up, placing all of the supplies back into the kit and starting her walk to the closet.
“You should get dressed, and then I wanna talk.” He sighed, grabbed the pile of clothes he had set out earlier, and went back into his bathroom to change.
When Patrick walked out in a pair of skinny jeans and no shirt, he walked over to the pile of his original clothes and pulled out the chain with his ring on it from a pocket of pants. He clasped it on and sat down on the edge of his bed, dramatically flopping on his back to look at Y/N. She was sitting at the bed’s headboard, picking at her nails.
“So,” She refused to look at his eyes, already knowing that they were filled with either frustration or anger. “What the hell happened to you back there?”
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."