#·· shut up vic / OOC

[vanbredevoort]

i interrupt your day to say you should follow @okruchlodu because:

i said so.

grace is amazing. literally amazing. (no pun intended)

she loves yennefer so much you'll end up loving yennefer too. it's contagious.

amazing writing 12/10 portrayal basically a gift to tumblr rp.

lydia hates her and if lydia hates her it's because her yenna is on point. also because going against lydia is something we should all be doing as a collective. ruining her life is fun. you should try it.

i would kill everyone for grace.

#·· shut up vic / OOC

[theirmockingjay]

sb: hey vic what did you miss the most about rping kat? me, unfazed: caleb.

#➶; ooc . someone shut vic up #( 2017 j e s u s i'm old ) #( s c o o b y d o o )

[theaterism]

pspsps what are the siblings' thoughts on fox and wren's relationship? <3 (hi this was inspired by that one charlie thing and it can be answered ic or ooc if u want, I am just so incredibly curious ABJBXJ)

!!! ok i actually think abt this often so like AGDGDG -

i’ll start with victor because his feelings toward their relationship are more straightforward!! victor doesn’t dwell on romance in general, both when it comes to himself and when it comes to others. however, he knows foxtrot well enough to understand that it takes a LOT for him to trust someone as deeply as he trusts wren. he can also see that wren visibly makes foxtrot happier. he appreciates wren for brightening foxtrot’s life, and he’s glad foxtrot found someone like them. essentially, he supports their relationship a bunch! he hopes it remains stable and that they continue making each other smile for a long while.

okay,,, charlie’s feelings are Complicated so i WILL end up rambling and i am sorry in advance!!!

at first, charlie was delighted by foxtrot and wren’s growing relationship. she loved having a chance to tease foxtrot about it — both to his face and behind his back when chatting to victor or wren. she enjoyed encouraging him as well, though. she could tell how happy wren made him. she wanted him to be happy. she wanted him to feel accepted and comfortable getting closer to them. she wanted to support them both in any way she could. the slow burn aspect of their relationship was PAINFUL to her, though; she was desperate for them to confess agdgdg

when they finally, finally confessed and they started dating properly, charlie was thrilled!! she supported foxtrot accepting his feelings wholeheartedly. again, she wanted him to be himself and feel comfortable, and she appreciated wren for making foxtrot happier. she still enjoyed teasing foxtrot whenever she could, but she also liked contributing to their relationship in small ways, like making the map for wren’s birthday.

now, a brief shift in topic that will become relevant in a moment. it’s important to emphasize that a large part of charlie never grew up. part of her is stuck in the past — when the triplets could rely on no one but each other, and when they cared about each other even when no one else truly cared about them.

charlie remembers when they were young children and foxtrot was shy and frightened and oftentimes depended on her when his fear overwhelmed him. she stood up for him. she felt like he needed her.

okay, back to foxtrot and wren. as the exciting novelty of their relationship faded and time passed… reality started sinking in for charlie. foxtrot had sometimes hung out with her during work or after work, but now she often couldn’t find him because he was hanging out with wren instead. he didn’t talk to her as often. she didn’t see him as often in general. he had gained independence from charlie over the years, but now he seemed to shut her out entirely.

he doesn’t need me anymore, she thought. he’s got wren now. he’s leaving me behind.

jealousy, bitterness, and fear began kindling in her despite charlie’s best efforts to stifle these emotions and to focus on foxtrot’s happiness. partly to justify these feelings, she began fixating more on how wren never discouraged foxtrot from his riskier hobbies, like stealing and thrill-seeking. if anything, they seemed to encourage these habits. charlie worried foxtrot would end up getting hurt because of them.

foxtrot and wren’s relationship was a huge reason behind foxtrot and charlie’s halloween fight, actually. it especially underlined charlie’s dialogue here:

“You— you never want to spend time with us anymore… You used to talk to me more, even after you blocked me out. Now you only care about yourself and stealing and— and you don’t want to stay at the theater with us… We’re all together, and we’re safe, but that isn’t enough for you, is it? You really only care about Vic and I being safe, don’t you? You want something else. You want to go away someplace and never come back.”

really, charlie barely restrained herself from saying:

“Now you only care about yourself and stealing and— and Wren… You want to go away someplace with Wren and never come back.”

and then the fight spiraled, and foxtrot ran away, and everything came crashing down on charlie.

in the aftermath, experiencing the consequences of her actions, charlie felt a rather healthy dose of guilt. she still has a lot of maturing to do, but she gained some self-awareness about the harmfulness of her mindset, especially when she finally mustered the courage to discuss the incident with foxtrot. i never finished writing the drabble about their conversation after their reunion, but i still saved the portions i wrote so like agdgd here’s a rough snippet from it:

“I know you want me to stay,” Foxtrot said, quiet.

“I want you to be happy.” The words slipped out, and she knew they were honest, though she struggled to keep speaking. “So you can— you can do whatever makes you happiest, even if that means leaving. As long as you take care of yourself, yeah?” She took a breath. “And I, um… I know what happened doesn’t mean you can’t take care of yourself. You were in a bad spot, because we’d argued. It wasn’t your fault. So… I bet you’d be fine as long as we don’t argue again before you go.” Something cold twisted in her stomach. She faltered, and her gaze fell. “But I just… I don’t want to be alone. You and Vic have been the only ones who’ve stuck with me no matter what.”

“But things are different now. It’s not like when we were kids, when it was just us. You’ve got other people aside from us. Friends in the theater. Even if we were both gone, you wouldn’t be alone.”

“But I’m bad at telling if people are lying. And most of those people are actors as well, so I’m not sure if—” She broke off, her throat tight, and tried again. “What if they’re just acting? What if— what if they’re just pretending to like me?”

“They aren’t,” he said firmly.

“What if they get sick of me after a while, then? What if they decide I’m too loud, or annoying, or— or something else, and they leave?”

“I don’t think they will. And if they do, then they were rubbish friends to begin with, and you’ll find better ones. You’re good at making friends. Much better than me. You’ve given me advice on it. And you could always call us. We’d still be there for you, even if we’re not with you.” A pause. “But… it makes sense why you wouldn’t want us to split up.” A flicker of a smile crossed his face. “We have stuck together for a long time. Vic’s alright. Dunno how I’ve tolerated you so long, though.”

Humor laced his voice, and Charlie couldn’t help smiling. It was a relief to slip back into joking. “I’m positively delightful, actually. You’re lucky to be stuck with me. Dunno how I got stuck with you.”

Foxtrot gave a low hum of feigned discontent. Then, “See? You know you’re delightful.”

“… I guess.”

“So anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend.”

their conversation didn’t resolve all the tension between them, but charlie realized that if she valued his happiness, she needed to give him some space and trust he still cared about her. she apologized to him a lot as well. she is still a bit bitter, but she also witnessed firsthand that wren cares about foxtrot’s wellbeing as much as she does. she trusts that wren will make sure foxtrot is okay when he needs help and she isn’t there to support him herself.

at the same time… she saw wren’s anger when they snapped at her. she recognized how it mirrored her own anger in ways. she worries, sometimes, what will happen if they ever turn that anger against foxtrot. whether he would run away. whether he would shut down altogether. she hopes it will never happen, especially because she doubts he would reach out to her for support if it did. she knows how much their relationship means to foxtrot and how significant it is that he trusts wren. she doesn’t like to imagine how badly it would hurt foxtrot if he lost them.

#magickedhat #(HELLO…. I OFFER U AN ESSAY……) #(agdgdgd i am sorry this got so long!!!) #(i just love thinking abt it ok i think it’s rlly interesting agdgdgd) #(thank u for sending this!! <3 <3) #|☆| inbox #|☆| headcanons #|☽| foxtrot ( clever fox ) #|☽| charlie ( nice rabbit ) #|☽| victor ( gentle bear ) #|☆| to the stars || fox & wren

[onetimeatsummercamp]

Gay Best Friends

Dylan Lenivy + Kaitlyn Ka (platonic) Mentions of Dylan Lenivy x Ryan Ezrahler

(as a very gay trans guy myself, i think a lot about my favorite characters in the context of LGBTQ+ experiences and connect them with my own. so have some self-indulgent and probably ooc conversation between dylan and kaitlyn)

Dylan and Kaitlyn kept in touch long after the events of their final day at Hackett's Quarry. As Dylan had put it, fighting off a werewolf with a car will really bring people together. They both made time between their respective college classes to call each other regularly, sometimes seeking much-needed support from their shared trauma, but mostly just to shoot the shit and talk about daily life. During one of these calls, Dylan got set off on an excited rant about the soundtrack from the current box-office hit.

"--And it's easily the best score I've heard this year. I mean, yeah, the plot was good, but..."

"My girlfriend loves that damn movie. She made me watch it in theaters with her twice."

"Hold on. Back up. Your what?"

"My girlfriend? I've talked about Vic before."

"Yeah, well, you left out some details! Damn, I could've been calling you my gay best friend this whole time."

"And this is why I didn't tell you." Dylan could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

"Fine, fine, I get it. But to make it up to me, I'm sending Jacob to you whenever he asks me about gay stuff."

"He asks you about gay stuff?"

"One time I got a text from him that just said 'Am I a vers?'"

Dylan heard the clatter of the phone being dropped and muffled hysterical laughter from Kaitlyn. She picked it back up, slightly out of breath. "Where did that even come from?"

"I don't fucking know! Context didn't help either."

"What did you tell him?"

"'If you want to be.'"

Kaitlyn choked back another laugh. "Yeah, no, you can deal with all that. I'm kinda surprised he's apparently asking you all this stuff and not asking me anything, honestly. But I guess I did shut him down when I came out to him and he asked what 'the lesbian colors' were so he could get me a present. I told him he is absolutely not buying me a coming out gift."

"Just get him a gift for being straight. Level the playing field."

"Ew, no."

"So how long have you and Vic been, like, a thing?"

"I don't know, a month, month and a half?"

"That's six whole weeks of keeping secrets."

"Well, when are you going to tell me about your boyfriend?"

Dylan gasped exaggeratedly. "Jesus, Kaitlyn, right in the heart! Not cool."

"On a tooootally unrelated note, have you talked to Ryan lately?"

"Ouch, double tap!"

"Had to make sure it hit. Seriously though, you can't keep dancing around it forever."

"You underestimate my ability to avoid potential rejection."

"Dylan. I'm serious. Call him."

"I will, just--"

"Good. I'm hanging up now. Call him."

"But--"

The line went dead. Dylan sighed and shook his head, but couldn't help smiling at his phone. Then, he opened up his contacts and tapped "Ryan-Ryan".

#the quarry #the quarry fanfic #dylan lenivy #kaitlyn ka #first published fic for the quarry and i'm already anxious before i've hit the post button #i'm so bad at writing dylan dialogue and that's half of what this ficlet is lmao #justfics

[awn-moo]

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

Three in one here! Didn't feel like separating :)

((*Pushes Vic aside as he's about to say something* THIS ONE'S ALL MINE!

OOC FROM HERE ON OUT:

SEE NO EVIL: Anger. He's not a subtle being when it comes to anger, he gets mad. And not just verbally, physically. He doesn't admit it, nor likes to acknowledge it, but during his gym challenges he has nearly gotten physical with trainers. He especially gets aggressive when someone goads over him about winning. There were a lot of trainers in Kalos that definitely had an air about them he didn't like. (Mostly Flare grunts, as they were JUST starting to pop up). But I digress. He doesn't like to get angry, he doesn't want others to see him get angry, and he doesn't want to remember that he's gotten angry. I'd like to say that he's mellowed, but really? He's just gotten better at suppressing his anger, gotten less impulsive. He'll still be able to be pushed to the edge, but it won't be pretty.

SPEAK NO EVIL: Care of Pokemon. He deeply loves his pokemon, maybe even more than himself. If someone scoffs at him for any reason about how he's improperly treating his pokemon, he will chew them out. He will also advocate for Pokemon no matter what. He can't possibly fathom seeing them hurt. It's how he's gained a lot of Pokemon, from taking them in and caring for them. Hell, Dyre was his first pokemon, who he found injured and took in. He loves his mons, enough to even let a few go.

HEAR NO EVIL: "Shut Up", or "No-One Cares/Asked You". Those are the two(three?) big things that will make him stop dead in his tracks. Especially if it's someone he loves/cares for. He's had trouble with friends in Hoenn, his main one being Lux. If he tried to make friends, people would just use him, never actually caring for what he had to say. It makes him hesitant to reach out and meet new people. Sure, Curt was different, but sometimes you just meet people and it feels like you've known them forever. Anyway, as mentioned earlier he loves to talk, and gets carried away. Sometimes this has lead to being tuned out or just flat out telling him to stop. He'd prefer someone try to carefully slow him down, or let him know he's going many miles a minute, than being harsh.

#pokemon irl #pokeblogging #vic lore (kinda) #ooc answers #ooc ask #long post

[thatmudblood]

waves shyly

hi uhm i kinda miss lils? and it’s been a while since i’ve rped because mental health can be a bitch. and mine is in the dumpster. no, under the dumpster, but this one is broken and all the filth is down there. but i miss it and i want to be back, and i hope you can all forgive me for my long absence and take me back! and rp with me!

and for all of you who rped with me before and still want to do it: i’ll take you all back in a heartbeat ♥

#·· shut up vic / OOC

[blazedroses-archive]

i am not in a good mental state. i know it may seem like, but realistically i am a constant fucking shit show. coming to try and rp and seeing any form of drama and negativity on my dash isn’t dope with me. truthfully i don’t care what the reasoning is but i need to clear out who i’m following and shit to avoid having a toxic dash. thanks. 

#* ✦ ⋆ ˚ ❪ OOC SHIT. ❫ — vic shut the fuck up.

[xnjolras]

boy i sure do own a lot of copies of les mis for someone who still hasn’t fucking finished reading it yet.

#❮┆❛ OOC ❜ ❯ #victor hugo shut the fuck up challenge #IT'S TOO LONG VIC

[vampireghostlawyer]

the year is 2013. you wake up on a cloudy saturday morning and run to your computer. you spent the night talking your internet friend out of suicide because you got in an argument about the vocaloid songs they always send you. they seem to be fine so you send them a few messages and then hop on quotev. your story about being kidnapped by an emo serial killer is doing exceptionally well today, 50 new likes! you should write a new chapter. you google image search “emo couple pictures” and use ms paint to add your title to it and make it into your new cover art. you put on your black parade shirt and black skinny jeans and part your hair as far to the side as it will go.

your ipod touch just gave you a notification! it’s from your death note roleplay group. the mello and near of the group are arguing again, so as L, it’s your job to calm them down, even if you wanted it to be a soul eater rp chat in the first place so you could be death the kid. someone’s spamming the chat with a bunch of scary ooc messages about wanting to kill people again, so you log off for the day. it’s always the light yagami guys, you swear.

your friend isn’t responding to your messages, so you watch some scourge amvs to listen to the sad and angry music in them. your mom knocks on your door, but you ignore it. you’re still not talking to her after she made fun of your fingerless gloves at dinner last night in front of the whole family.

by afternoon time, you’re getting pretty bored of the let’s plays you’ve been watching, but luckily, your friend has finally responded. you open up the message to find a bunch of gibberish and ranting. maybe they got hacked? you go to their page and sure enough, all of their frerard stamps have been replaced with weird gifs of some weird monster thing with stretched out limbs and a blank staring face crawling in a window. hey wait a minute, that window looks a lot like-

goddammit, mom’s knocking again. you swing the door open, expecting a bad grade or god forbid, she found your tumblr account, but instead, you’re greeted with plain air. mom’s nowhere to be found. she’s not even in her bedroom when you check. that’s weird. then what was knocking?

you make your way back to your room and shrug off the feeling of dread that’s been clouding you since you woke up. there’s more drama in your friend group, since ashleigh and alexx are both using the same kellin quinn flower crown edit as their profile picture. you don’t take sides, since you don’t know who had it first. besides, with how things are going, you’re pretty sure alexx will settle for the matching vic fuentes one and they’ll be friends again in no time. a cool breeze threatens your side part and you realize with a start that your window’s open. did you do that?

no.

no you didn’t.

your eyes land on the smear of black on your window sill, following more of them to your closet entrance. your closet is shut tight, but you always leave it that way, since you watch horror videos late into the night every day. you breathe a sigh of relief, knowing the smudges were probably just stray eyeliner and turn to sit back down in your chair, until -wait. is that your zatsune miku cosplay wig on the floor? no way, you painstakingly brush that wig out every week, there’s no way you’d just throw it on the floor like that. in fact, it was hanging on your... closet door handle. shit. okay. you take a step towards the closet, holding your breath and reaching out one hand. please be jeff the killer, please be jeff the killer.  you pray as you inch the door open.

it’s not jeff the killer.

#clem.txt #long post #sowwwy 4 long post party rockin #tw suicide mention #this is the spiritual successor to my christmas creepypasta with the power outage

[vanbredevoort]

A moment of your time to remind you

that Lydia's body was DRAGGED ACROSS THE FLOOR. by foul smelling soldiers.

#·· shut up vic / OOC #( lyd: did my death achieve anything? no. ) #( lyd: but was at least my corpse treated with dignity? also no. ) #( witcher books spoilers ) #( tagging just in case bc if u follow me u already know the deal ) #( tw: death ) #( I gUESS??!?!?! )

[sysba]

@saivilo reblogged your post  “ɪ. ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʙʀʏᴄᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ  ●︎ ���� ����������...” and added:

oh my. First and foremost – this was the most adorable thing I’ve just read !

Loved, loved, loved how you wrote Bryce here – and how perfect this headcanon is for him! As if you could read his mind – which was clear from the narrator’s POV/lines like “He flashed her a grin that seemed to say ‘I’d like to see you try’.” – he knows his girl too well ♥ and you obviously know Bryce’s character very well ;)

Bryce’s always teasing, flirting (almost annoying lol – but endearingly so! –) personality that almost allowed him to get away with his not-giving-up-on-Victoria, not even after hearing she made plans for her evening that didn’t include him, & it was all SO CUTE…and Victoria was even cuter, being angry with herself because she couldn’t really be angry with Bryce 😏.

Which led to the 1st moment of honesty in your fic: Victoria tells Bryce he talks a lot during movies skjdksjdksj I do that too 😆, and since I’ve accepted this headcanon I have to say that Bryce is way too relatable!…But he knows her too well, remembering how far he can go…still acting as if he heard only what he wanted to and keeping to tease her just to provoke her – how you made THAT so cute?? – I can’t even 😍😍 – when he, in fact, was paying attention all the time…listening to her…which led to the 2nd moment of honesty here: Bryce’s revealing that he’s been actually reading a lot about Victoria’s favourite show on Wikipedia just because it was her favourite show as if it was nothing while it was, in fact, everything – an act of his care like no else ♥ –

And of course Victoria had to kiss him for that 😏♥ (I would be angry if she didn’t!), and the dialogue that followed 😍😍😍 ‘ily, Bryce’ ‘of course you do. Now can you please shut up, Torres? I’m tryna watch the episode here!’ SO CUTE AND FUNNY AND BRYCE!! (He’s lucky he said that back, though lol).

…Just perfect ♥

I absolutely loved this fic, THANK YOU for this so-well-written & imaginative & funny & everything!!! daily dose of fluff ♥.

THERE MIGHT COME A DAY WHEN I GET OVER THIS COMMENT BUT MOST PROBABLY NOT ASDFGHJKL you freaking analyzed my fic???? do you know I would absolutely die for you??????? olivia you amazing human being how dare you making me feel things lmao I love you so much and Idek how could I possibly reply to this!!!!!

Bryce is by far my favourite character, not just in general but also when it comes to writing fics. He’s just fun to write, he’s fun and flirty but he’s such a layered and complex guy, pb writers really outdid themselves with him... so like, you can imagine how much I appreciate it when people think I know him well enough not to go ooc sdfghjgdsk

Everything you wrote? just YES you totally get it omg you understood their relationship perfectly and wow amazing you’re simply amazing!! Also, you highlighted some of my favourite lines in the fic so I’m like in heaven rn lmaooo

I hope the rest of the series will live up to the expectations but I sure will have fun writing about Vic and Bryce’s life together :’) if you wanna be tagged in all Bryce fics lmk ❤❤❤💖💖💖

P.S. yoUR TAGS OMG you’re way too kind ahhhh I always spend hours trying to make a pretty blog so you made me smile sm!!!

#misc: love #answered #saivilo #olivia tag #bryce x vic #long post

[hellimagines]

Combo -- Patrick Hockstetter

Masterlist

Request: “I really love Patrick (and Owen is my wet dream 😂) but always everyone do things where Patrick is mean and cruel so...i want to know if you can do something where Patrick falls in love with his neighbor a girl who loves read and music but he really fall in love with butterfly’s and he watches her by the window and be a really sweet and cute boy with the girl and obviously she loves him to ♥️ @oldvoicesinmyhead “ & “I saw that requests were open and I was wondering if you would write an imagine about Patrick Hockstetter pining after the reader???” & “yo so I don't have a specific request but could I get some Patrick Hockstetter fluff? Please?”

Summary: Patrick soon becomes best friends with his new neighbor, and things begin to kick off.

Warnings: slightly ooc!Patrick

Pairing: Patrick Hockstetter x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,600

A/N: So I kind of deterred from the request slightly, and I’m sorry in advance. Whoops

The sun overhead was blinding Patrick as he stared out his window, trying to focus on his new neighbor- you. Your (h/c) hair was pulled into a ponytail, loose strands falling into your face as you hauled yet another cardboard box into your arms. Your mom and dad were busy as well, each helping the other with different boxes and furniture, and occasionally moving to check up on your little brother. Patrick continuously flicked his silver Zippo open and closed, the flame an absent light in the corner of his eye. You, however, were the main focus in the center of his vision.

“Just go down and talk to her, Hockstetter,” a voice groaned from his bed, and Patrick turned, his Zippo flicking shut for the final time. Vic laid on Patrick’s bed, his head hanging off the side, staring at the taller boy upside-down. “I’ve been watching you watch her for the past fifteen minutes. And I’m so over it. I should’ve helped Henry with his farm work if I knew it was gonna be this boring over here,” he sighed, flipping himself over so his feet were now firmly planted on the floor.

“Shove it, Criss,” Patrick snarled, casting his gaze back outside, just in time to watch you disappear back inside.

“Why anyone would want to move to Derry is beyond me, honestly. But hey, one to their own.” Vic leaned back on his elbows, watching Patrick carefully. Patrick was infamous for becoming invested with things: animals, lighters, shirts, posters, CD’s, blankets, girls, leaves. Truthfully, anything that caught his eye was granted to be his by the end of the week. Vic wasn’t concerned for you per say, but he was curious as to how this would go. “You’ll see her at school tomorrow, ‘Trick. Hang out with me,” Vic whined, allowing his elbows to give out so he could flop back on the bed. Patrick sighed, and with one final glance out the window, made his way over to Vic.

Patrick instantly stopped as he walked into the school building, Henry practically bulldozing into his back. “Jesus, Hockstetter. Use those damn legs of yours, will ya?”

There you were, stood right by his locker. Your hair was pulled to the side now, and your backpack was slung over one shoulder. You were messing with the lock on the door, and Patrick knew from experience how dumb the things were (he had smashed his off in a fit of frustration once, and then vowed to never touch his locker again. He still stood by it, so people knew it was his but he didn’t use the damn thing). Patrick’s legs moved on their own, and the boys followed, thinking they were just going to crowd around his locker like usual.

“Hey babe, you need some help?” Patrick spoke smoothly, startling not only you but the three boys behind him. A wicked grin spread across Vic’s face, his hand clasping on Henry’s shirt to pull him back from bothering Patrick.

“I uh… yeah, actually. They’re really sticky? I know I’ve got the numbers right, there’s no way in hell that I’m wrong-” Patrick grinned, “but it’s just not opening.” You gave the locker a tug to emphasize your point, your backpack slipping down your shoulder as you did.

“It’s not you, doll, it’s the locker. It hates everyone, don’t take it personally,” he smirked, before placing a hand on your back to maneuver you out of the way. As people passed, they gawked at the sight before them. Obviously, you had zero idea just who you were talking to, but everyone else did. And they were shocked. Patrick took the small slip with your combo on it, memorizing it, before putting in the digits. He lifted the dial and gave it a sharp right-turn, pulling harshly. You gasped and grinned instantly as your locker swung open (nearly hitting Belch in the face).

“Jesus, thank you! I was worried I’d have to go to class with all of this book-crap attached to me,” you cheered, refraining yourself from hugging the taller boy beside you.

“Not Jesus, just Patrick,” he introduced, holding out his hand. You laughed at the comeback and shook his hand, marveling at the bracelets adorned on his wrist. Without thinking, your fingers gently held onto his wrist, moving it so you could get a better look.

“These are cool, how’d you get all of them?”

Behind a Patrick, a muffled, ‘he stole them’ came from Henry, who had his mouth hidden behind Vic’s hand, who gave you a sickly-sweet smile. You returned it with a smirk of your own, looking up at Patrick and trying to hide your amusement.

“My uh… my grandmother gave them to me,” he coughed, turning his head to shoot daggers at Henry. You laughed softly before releasing his wrist.

“Well, your grandma must have been a very thrifty person,” you smiled. The bell rang overhead, signaling it was time for your first class. “I’ve got to get going. It was nice meeting you, Patrick.” You gave the others wave before disappearing into the crowd of high schoolers, looking down at your schedule as you went.

“Yeah, you too…”

“You didn’t even get her damn name.”

When lunch came around, you found herself with a granola bar and a protein shake in hand. You had given your lunch money to your younger brother, helping him save up for the latest Alien Legion comic that had come out in December; he was only a few dollars away from getting his grubby hands on it. So now, you were left sitting at the corner of one of the lunch tables, taking in your surroundings. Ever since your encounter with Patrick, people had made it their personal quest to avoid you. You weren’t sure how to feel about it, and you had nobody to ask why.

“Hey, Combo!” You almost didn’t look up at the name, until you remembered your morning, and fit the voice to the memory. Walking your way was Patrick and the three boys he had been with. A blush tinged your cheeks, and you placed your chin on your palm, curiously tilting your head.

Patrick sat across from you, the bleach-blond to your side, and the other two to the side of Patrick. “What do I owe this kind visit?” you mused, swirling your protein drink.

“I never got your name this morning, and decided that I wanted to spend lunch with you,” Patrick said simply.

“And in turn, we all get to spend lunch with you,” the boy to your right grinned. “I’m Victor Criss, but everyone calls me Vic.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N),” you smiled. You were then introduced to Henry, who seemed to have a scowl tattooed on his face as he observed the lunch room before him, and Belch, who just looked tired.

“You hungry? You need more than just that,” Patrick huffed, motioning to the granola bar in front of you.

“A little, but I can always eat when I get home. I gave my brother my money,” you shrugged. Patrick frowned, not quite understanding.

“I’ll get you something to eat. What do you want?”

“Wha- Patrick, this isn’t a restaurant, I can’t just choose what I want,” you laughed softly, looking around to make sure that there were indeed no menus lying around.

“Give me a vague idea, and Henry and I will get it for you.”

“We will? Since when are you the boss around here? I remember this being the Bower’s Gang not the Hockstetter’s Gang,” he huffed, but stood alongside Patrick regardless.

“I don’t know… Hockstetter’s Gang has a nice ring to it…” Patrick grinned widely, a feeling slowly swarming inside his abdomen. “Surprise me. I’m not picky; just nothing spicy,” you told him, flashing the two boys a wide smile. Henry rolled his eyes and took off (the opposite direction of the cafeteria), while Patrick shot you a wink, following after him quickly.

You talked with Vic and Belch, waiting for the two Ring-Leaders to return. Without Patrick or Henry, Vic and Belch seemed to open up a bit more. “Alright, Combo, this look good enough for ya?” You turned your head, just in time to watch Henry dump various food items across the table, Patrick following suit.

“Wow… I uh… I mean I guess,” you snickered, sending the blond a smirk. Henry rolled his eyes and returned to his spot beside Belch, handing the boy a bag of Fritos. “Thanks, guys! Do you need me to pay you back?” A chorus of ‘nah’s broke out, even from Vic and Belch, but you simply shrugged and began to pick out a few things from the pile.

As the months dragged on, you grew closer with Patrick. You hung out with the gang of course, but Patrick held a certain hierarchy in your heart. You became infamous around his house, and he yours. Your brother also adored him, even though Patrick hated the kid. Things were good. And that little feeling in your chest whenever you saw him? You made sure to crush it like a bug so things would remain good.

“Hey, Combo!” Patrick’s voice rang out in your backyard, and when you looked up, you weren’t shocked to see him jumping over your fence.

“One sec, ‘Trick!” you called back. You were knelt on the ground, desperately trying to bury your brother’s dead hamster. When you had gotten home from school, your mom informed you of what had happened. They were currently out trying to find a replacement so that your brother wouldn’t find out.

“The hell are you doing?” Patrick questioned as he began walking over to you. His shadow loomed over you, granting you a brief moment of relief from the hot May sun.

“Jacob’s hamster died. Now I’ve gotta bury it, but we don’t have any damn shovels. Can you believe that? I’ve been out here for a fucking hour. I don’t get why I can’t just throw the damn thing away,” you grumbled, grabbing a fistful of dirt from the hole and piling it onto the side.

“You care about that kid too much,” Patrick sighed, moving away. You huffed in response, from the lack of shade and his comment. Patrick sat down beside the small hole you had managed to create, kicking his long legs out beside you. “You could just feed the thing to the wolves.”

“Does Maine even have wolves?”

“Wanna find out?”

“No.” Patrick grinned, loving the way your eyebrows furrowed at the thought. He moved his foot from side-to-side, allowing the toe to clunk against your calf. You ignored it, as you often did, opting to focus on the task at hand. “Help me out, would ya? You have long fingers, they’ve got to be good at something other than stealing.”

“Oh, they are. Wanna find that out?”

“Oh my god! Patrick please!” you cried, grabbing the spare dirt near the hole and chucking it at his face. Patrick let out a howl of laughter, shaking his hair to rid of the dirt.

“You’re just too easy,” he snickered, and you rolled your eyes. Patrick leaned over, reaching into the hole alongside you, and began helping you dig it out. Eventually, with the two of you working together, you had managed to bury the little hamster within another hour.

“Thanks, ‘Trick,” you sighed, wiping the back of your hand across your forehead.

“Don’t worry about it. I couldn’t imagine doing anything else,” he hummed, flopping down onto his back.

“You’re not even put off that you’re laying next to a dead animal right now?”

“Should I be?”

“I mean… I suppose not. I should know better by now,” you mumbled. You maneuvered yourself to the other side of Patrick, away from the little grave, before laying down as well.

“You have dirt on your face,” Patrick confessed, without even looking over at you. His eyes were closed, and he had a few pieces of stray hair falling into his face. However, unlike you, he was dirt free (minus his hands).

“I don’t care. One with nature.” You closed your eyes, letting out a huff as the sun hit your face. A hand was suddenly on your face, and you flinched, your eyes shooting open. Patrick was looking down at you intently, wiping the dirt off your forehead, cheekbones, and nose.

“Nature doesn’t look good on you,” he explained, but the blush on his cheeks said otherwise.

“Wow, thanks. ‘Preciate it.” You rolled your eyes, trying your hardest not to stare into his own, grey colored ones. But Patrick was persistent. His hand held onto your cheek, keeping you from turning your head, while he continued to stare down at you.

“You uh…” Patrick struggled for the words to say. He had a lot to say, but he didn’t know which of it to say, or how to say it. “The sun it… it makes you look nice, (Y/N),” he finally settled on, his eyes washing over your face.

You grinned and tilted your head slightly. “Yeah? Well, I’ve gotta say, any lighting your in makes you look great.”

“That was cheesy and dumb, I can’t believe you ruined the moment.”

“I can’t believe there was a moment to ruin.” Despite Patrick’s complaint, however, he had a grin to match your own. You didn’t often see Patrick smile without ill intent, and to see it directed towards you, was an ungodly feeling.

“I wouldn’t bury a hamster for just anyone, you know,” Patrick hummed, his finger straying to find a piece of your hair.

“I’d hope not. I like to think I’m special,” you boasted, finally allowing one of your hands to reach up and rest against his jawline.

“You are. You’re a pain in the ass, and you annoy me. But you’re the only person I let do that. And I don’t really know why? But I do, and it’s weird,” Patrick confessed, leaning into your touch like a cat.

“Some people call it love.” Patrick tensed above you, and you smiled softly. “But that doesn’t mean that’s what it has to be. I adore you. I care about you. I trust you. And to me, that means a lot more than love. I like to think of you as more than a friend sometimes. I wanna be with you, and that scares me. Because I don’t want to lose you,” you confessed, watching the way your thumb traced along his jaw. You didn’t want to look into his eyes, scared of what you’d see.

But then Patrick was bending down, and he was kissing you. His lips were chapped, and so were yours from being out in the heat. But the feeling of your heart constricting and shoving itself into your stomach over-ridded all of your senses. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in the ends of his hair. Patrick moved so he was no longer to the side of you, but above you, giving himself more leverage. The kiss was rough and demanding at first, but after a few seconds, Patrick mellowed out and calmed himself, easing the kiss into softer motions.

“I want to be with you too. And I don’t want to lose you. Ever,” his voice was quiet against your lips, and his eyes were still closed as if he was concentrating on something.

“You won’t. This will work, I know it will. I mean honestly, I’m never wrong,” you grinned, and Patrick’s eyes opened, smiling as well.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

#patrick hockstetter #patrick hockstetter imagine #patrick hockstetter imagines #patrick hockstetter fanfic #patrick hockstetter fanfiction #it (2017) #it (2017) imagine #It (2017) fanfic #it (2017) fanfiction #bowers gang

[neoandersons]

Try to Survive || Patrick Hockstetter

Here’s a small drabble I wrote! I’m really sick, but I felt the need to try writing Patrick again. I apologize for any grammar, spelling, and punctuation errors. I also apologize if Patrick is OOC. Also, sorry the formatting is weird! I’m publishing this on the mobile app, and I can’t add “read more.”

Warnings: Stalking and Patrick being himself.

It felt as if no matter where you went, you were never alone, and it kept you sleep deprived. You’d toss and turn in your bed, trying to think, and try to predict what would occur next. But the sun would slowly rise, and light will trickle into your room between each blind, hitting your sensitive eyes. By then, morning has reached and you’re left answerless once again.

It’s hard to focus in class. Your eyes will flutter shut for a few moments, but a sudden noise will drag you back to the real world. If you’re not dozing off, then you’re frantically looking around the room.

But if you knew Patrick Hockstetter was coming, what could you possibly do?

He’s been leaving you gifts too, which would had been flattering with any other person. But when Patrick considers something a gift, then it must be bad.

The first gift was a cat’s cadaver. It was packed and wrapped beautifully in polka-dotted paper. But despite how nice the red bow looked on the box, nothing could get rid of the foul smell from the box. You opened it, and never felt more disgusted in your life.

Luckily, you opened the horrifying gift in the kitchen, so you had garbage can to puke in. What keeps you up late at night is burying the dead cat’s remains.

Nothing would make you feel safe in your hometown, especially with Patrick easily roaming the streets. His friends aren’t any better. Henry Bowers is always out, avoiding his father, and punching small kids to feel in control. Belch is the designated driver and the muscles of the horrid group. Vic is quiet, but you learned he’s just as much as threat. After all, he did earn his spot as Henry’s friend.

The worst thing about your situation with Patrick is that you felt completely isolated. As the situation continue to become worst, your friendships began to deteriorate. You were too anxious to go anywhere.

“I can’t come.” You’d quickly utter, trying to usher on to another subject. But Greta was on her last nerve with you recent behavior.

“You can’t come to anything, anymore! What on earth is your problem?” Greta would spat back in irritation. You didn’t respond, but you’ll make it up to her later.

But in the end, isolating yourself made yourself an easier target for Patrick Hockstetter.

And like all targets Patrick has had before, he managed to catch you.

The lanky boy managed to break into your home. Patrick had yearned for this moment since he’s laid eyes on you. He’s watching you for as long as you can remember, figuring out when your parent’s work schedule and when you’ll be home alone.

Today was the perfect day to set his plans into motion. Patrick managed to jump over the peeling wooden gates, and conveniently, the sliding door was unlocked. As he walked up stairs, he didn’t bother concealing the noises of his steps. Either way, you weren’t leaving his grasp.

When your door creaked open, you flinched before screaming. Patrick wasted no time shutting you up, wrapping his hand around your mouth.

“You little bitch!” Patrick sneered, yanking his bitten hand alway. The rich scent of iron hit his nostrils, and motivated him even more. If this girl can make him bleed, then she’s worth keeping.

You ran towards your door, but Patrick managed to slam it back shut as soon as you opened. He pressed body weight onto the door, ensuring that you won’t open it.

“Why won’t you leave me alone?” You cried out, feeling your palms get clammy. You couldn’t escape...not without getting hurt.

“Why? Because I decided you’re mine.” Patrick uttered out, as if it was the most obvious fact in the world.

“You don’t own me, you sicko!” You yelled back, crossing your arms. Patrick raised an eyebrow at this site. The little girl is getting feisty? Time to put her in her place in Patrick’s world.

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong! I don’t just own you, but I own everyone.” Patrick said, taking swift steps closer to the girl. There was nowhere to go now. If she went down her window, there’s a chance she’d break a leg from a fall.

“Look, if you’re on your best behavior, I’ll treat you well.” Patrick said, yanking the girl’s arm, and bringing back closer to him.

You didn’t believe his statement, but who would? Either way, you couldn’t get out. He caught you, whether is fair or not, and he won’t let go until your nothing more.

Maybe...just maybe. If you play his wretched game, you’ll survive to see the next day.

#this is crap #but here you go anyways #my writing #i’ll add the page break when i’m not on mobile #patrick hockstetter fanfiction #patrick hockstetter imagine #patrick hockstetter x reader #patrick hockstetter #bowers gang fanfiction #the bowers gang #it 2017 #stephen king's it

[thatmudblood]

they say if you like this you get a starter. they are right. they always are.

#·· starter call #·· shut up vic / OOC #how is it possible that i cannot even make a serious starter call #it's one sentence 'like this for a starter' and i can even ruin that #anyway let's see if i can get this going????? #is it still in fashion to ignore female muses in tumblr????????? #not bitching or anything tho its an honest question #if no one is interested i'll comfortably climb back into my cave of reblogging something stupid twice a year #or jily stuff bc i'm that kind of person. #OMG SHUT UP VIC

[blazedroses-archive]

sup so i have 2 papers due tomorrow and haven’t starter either so yikes hopefully i’ll b on later

#* ✦ ⋆ ˚ ❪ OOC SHIT. ❫ — vic shut the fuck up.

[flairchild]

Day 20 out of 20! As much as I enjoyed writing these fics it has been a mission. I am a very busy person at the moment so fics will be coming much less regularly from now on. Requests are welcome but obviously wont be answered straight away! If you need to catch up on fics they are all under the fanfiction tab on my tumblr page :)) @vicbertsource

Vicbert Fanfic Challenge

Day Twenty: fake dating!au

Albert was reading on a bench seat in the library when his best friend flopped down onto him. She laid her head on his lap hair splayed out, her feet just fitting on the seat. Her lips were pursed as she looked up at him.

"Something the matter?" He asked, snapping his book shut and putting it aside.

Victoria groaned. "It's a someone actually...you know William Melbourne right?"

Albert did indeed. Just his name made his blood boil, but he kept a placid expression. "Of course. What did he do to wind you up?"

She grunted. "What didn't he do. Insist on being lab partners then boss me around, keeps lurking by my locker only to slam my door shut when I open it, splash water in my face when I go to drink at the fountain...you'd think he's twelve!" She gestured exasperatedely with her arms.

"Oh" Albert knew what was going on here. "He's so into you." The thought would make him jealous if he didn't know how much she despised the guy.

Victoria gave him a concerned look. "You sure? Oh how can I get out of this mess..." she spent a good thirty seconds pondering, and just when Albert went to pick up his book she exclaimed aloud. "Aha I've got it!!"

Albert raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

"Ill pretend to date someone else to put him off...someone like you!" She beamed up at him. Albert stared down at her in disbelief.

"Ah Victoria that's not your brightest idea...that's the kind of idea that ruins a friendship." In fact, he couldn’t bear the thought of fake dating her. He wanted so much more than that.

Victoria sat up and looked him straight in the eyes. Man those blue eyes were distracting. "Albert, you remember when you went into the girls bathroom in year eight and I helped you escape with dignity. I'm cashing in my favour for that."

Albert ran a hand through his hair. Truth be told, he would do anything for Victoria. "Fine." She hugged him close.

"Might as well start now!" She said chirpily.

 Albert was so screwed.

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It was not as hard as he thought it would be to fake date Victoria. In fact, it was quite enjoyable. It was their same fun friendship, with the occasional row, except with the added bonuses of random hugs or kisses on the cheek. What was even more satisfying was seeing William's face after. So worth it.

But deep down Albert knew he was in too deep. Because Victoria was a great actress, but his acting skills weren't up to it and soon enough he was going to fall apart. Being with her but not being with her was slowly killing him without his consious knowledge. A few weeks had gone by and there was no sign of stopping.

Albert noticed that William had well and truly backed off about a month after they started fake dating. He was relieved, because he could finish this and they could go back to being friends. No more confused emotions...hopefully.

He approached Victoria afterschool one day. She was perched on the wall outside school waiting for her ride.

"Hey Vic" he greeted her, sliding alongside her. She grinned at him.

"Hey Albert." No one else called him by his full name, it was always Al, so he loved it when she called him that. "How was your day?"

"Fine." He fiddled with his hands. "Look Victoria I think its time to fake break up."

She stared at him, looking a bit shell shocked. "What but why?" She asked, eyes wide and slightly misty.

"Well we did what you wanted and got William off your back. We can go back to being just best friends again." She didn't look as relieved as he thought she would.

Victoria hunched over, picking at her jumper sleeve. "Yeah ok...." she looked so morose. Then suddenly her back straightened and she turned to face him with a steely look in her eye. "Actually Albert I don't want that at all." Then she leaned forward and she was kissing him properly, hand knotted in his hair. His breath flew from his lungs before he kissed back with fervour. His hands went to her waist instinctively. It just felt so right.

Then a car horn broke their concentration and they opened their eyes to see Victoria's mum waiting in the car. Albert went red as Victoria laughed airily. She smiled at him warmly.

"See you later real boyfriend." His heart lurched as she said those words before strutting off. This could not have gone better if he had dreamed it.

****DISCLAIMER: I know melbourne is ooc in this fic but I had to have a love rival****

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