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lavender-vixen · 1 month ago

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you are literally whipping up this requests omg?? your writing is so good<3

if u don’t mindd could you do patrick with like a super goody two-shoes girly girl reader? its such a cliche ew but i love fics like those

have a good day btw !!

of course!

the bonfire crackled and popped, sending warm orange sparks into the cool summer night air. the quarry was alive with the sound of music blasting from a battered boombox...some loud rock anthem that the crowd of seniors was nodding along to. patrick hockstetter was close to the bonfire, naturally, lounging against a boulder with you perched delicately on his lap. the air was thick with cigarette smoke, cheap beer, and the faint, earthly scent of marijuana.

you didn't quite fit with that scene, and it was the first thing anyone noticed. while the girls around the fire wore ripped band tees, leather skirts, and heavy eyeliner, you were a picture of sweet innocence.

patrick's friends—henry, vic, belch—had all exchanged more than a few confused looks when he'd first brought you around. you were the polar opposite of patrick's type: soft-spoken, pastel-loving, the kind of girl who volunteered at bake sales and always remembered to say "please" and "thank you."

but patrick? he was obsessed with you. it turned him on that you were so innocent.

"she's so sweet it makes my teeth hurt," vic had muttered once, watching you offer patrick a carefully packed lunchbox you'd made for him. "why does she even like you?"

"shut up, jealousy," patrick had said, grinning.

tonight, though, you were fitting in better than usual. you had your arms wrapped loosely around patrick's neck, sitting sideways on his lap with your head tucked under his chin. your baby-pink sundress and delicate sandals stood out against the sea of black leather jackets and ripped jeans, but you didn't feel like an outsider. when rush's "tom sawyer" came on—a grittier, more electric track than anything on your madonna and blondie cassette tapes—you perked up and softly started singing along.

patrick tilted his head, a slight grin on his pouty lips. "look at that. she's learning satanic rock music," he mocked, giving you a bounce on his knee. "bad girl."

"shut up," you said, blushing but smiling back. "i don't mind this one."

henry raised an eyebrow from across the bonfire, watching patrick like he'd sprouted a second head. "man, this is so twisted," he said to belch, but there was no real venom in it. he just couldn't wrap his head around the relationship. he'd never seen patrick so...gentle.

patrick tightened his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer and firmer against him. you giggled, pressing your temple against his jaw.

as the night wore on and the group started to thin out, with some kids leaving and others disappearing into the woods to drink or smoke, patrick leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"wanna join us? we've got plenty," henry called to you two, following the others into the woods.

you knew he meant pot, and you knew your parents would kill you if you came home reeking of it. you'd never tried marijuana before, but you knew patrick and his friends were well-practiced. still, you were too embarrassed to tell him no and sound lame in front of his friends.

he read the look of fear and reluctance off your face like a book. he always did. "how about we go swimming instead?"

you blinked up at him, your expression immediately wary. "patrick, no, we're not supposed to swim in here after dark. it's not safe."

he gave you a wolfish grin, the one that always made your stomach flip. "that's the point, baby. c'mon. it's just us now."

your face turned a shade of pink, but luckily he couldn't see it in the dark. "i...i didn't bring a swimsuit."

"so? take your clothes off."

your face flushed even more as you gasped, horrified. "no! no way."

he stood, effortlessly lifting you off his lap and setting you down on the ground. "c'mon," he repeated, already tugging at the hem of his shirt. "no one's gonna see. they're all getting stoned."

you hesitated, biting your lip, but the way he looked at you...like you were the only thing in the world worth his attention...made it impossible to say no.

"fine, just this once," you mumbled, glancing around nervously before kicking off your sandals. "but i'm keeping my bra and panties on."

patrick's grin turned downright predatory. "sure."

"but you have to, um, stand in front of me while i change. and hold something up. like a...shield."

patrick stared at you for a moment, then barked out a laugh. "a shield?" his grin was teasing, sharp as ever, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "baby, we're the only ones here. nobody's looking."

"i don't care," you said quickly, crossing your arms. "it's either that or i'm keeping this dress on."

he sighed, shaking his head but clearly entertained. "alright, alright. god, you're such a princess," he grabbed his black t-shirt off the ground and held it up in front of you like a curtain, standing in his boxer shorts.

"don't peek," you warned, pointing a finger at him as you slipped behind the makeshift screen.

patrick smirked but stayed put, one hand holding the shirt steady and the other resting casually on his hip. "really? getting all shy when i've seen plenty already."

your cheeks burned as you fumbled with the straps of your sundress, trying to shimmy out of it as quickly as possible. "this is so different," you muttered. "and don't say stuff like that."

"why not?" he tilted his head, even though you couldn't see him. "it's true. the gang knows."

"you told them we..." you stopped yourself, the blush crawling up your neck. "still...just don't peek."

"whatever," he said, though the grin in his voice told you how much he was enjoying this. "hurry up. i don't have all damn night."

when you finally stepped out from the shirt, now clad in just your bra and underwear, you clutched your dress nervously against your chest. patrick lowered the shirt and looked at you, his smirk widening as his eyes swept over you hungrily.

"hot," he said loudly, tossing the shirt aside. you noticed a few guys by the bonfire turn around to stare at the two of you, squinting to see beyond the shadows.

"oh my god, stop it," you huffed, covering yourself once again with the dress. "i hate you."

he reached out to tug you closer, yanking the dress away and throwing it to join his shirt and jeans on the ground. you felt his fingers go to unhook your bra, and you grabbed his biceps, trying to push his arms away.

"patrick! stop!" you shriek, drawing more attention from the stragglers by the bonfire.

patrick howled with laughter again. your voices carried across the quarry. you saw heads turn.

patrick's hands still tried to tug at your bra strap. "c'mon baby," he teased between laughs, "give 'em a show."

"patrick, please!" you begged, genuine panic setting in. "people are looking!"

"so? let 'em," he said, his smirk wicked as he finally relented, letting his hands drop to his sides. his bedroom eyes sparkled with amusement. "they know you're mine, anyway."

you glared up at him, face burning. "you're the devil," you muttered, clutching your arms over your wonder bra as you glanced nervously at the bonfire.

patrick didn't care. he never cared. he reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours and tugging you toward the edge of the water.

the water shimmered under the moonlight, dark and inviting. you hesitated at the edge, the smooth rock beneath your feet still warm from the day's sun. "patrick, it's freezing," you whispered, your voice trembling...not entirely from the chill in the air. "and i just washed my hair. i don't want to get it wet, okay?"

"i'll warm you up," he said, stepping closer until his chest brushed against your back. His hands found your waist, firm but teasing, his thumbs brushing over your bare skin.

"what if there are sharks in here?" you murmured.

"there aren't," he said with a laugh, leaning down so his lips were just a breath away from yours. "haven't you ever swam here before?"

"no." your heart pounded as he pulled you closer, his body seeping into yours even as the cool night air sent a shiver down your spine.

"wait a minute, what the hell is that?" he asked, pointing to spot a little further out in the dark waters.

"what?" you asked, fear evident in your voice. you craned your neck to see better. "what, patrick?"

"that, right there," he said, turning your chin and pointing at the dark water. "holy shit." before you could respond, he swept you off your feet like you weighed nothing, lifting you into his arms.

you clutched his shoulders tightly. "what? what is it? oh my god, what?"

"i swear...it looks just like..."

"like what?!"

"my girlfriend!" he shouted, tossing you off him and into the water with a loud splash.

"patrick!" you gasped, coming up for air, coughing, hearing his wicked laughter close by. then he jumped in after you, soaking you again with the splash.

the cold water hit you, making you squeal and squirm as he swam up next to you. "it's freezing!"

"you'll get used to it," he said, splashing you on purpose.

you sputtered and glared at him. "you're such a child!"

he laughed and waded closer. you splashed him back, water catching the moonlight as it sprayed across his face.

his hands found your waist again, pulling you against him. the contrast of his warm skin and the cold water sent shivers through you, but his hold was steady, grounding.

"patrick..." you murmured, your voice trailing off as he leaned in, his breath warm on your damp skin.

"hm?" he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

your words caught in your throat as his hands slid lower to your hips. the water lapped around you, cool and weightless, his lips making contact on your cheek and trailing down your jawline, leaving a scorching path in their wake.

time blurred as the two of you lingered in the quarry, patrick alternating between teasing you mercilessly and pressing heated kisses to your lips or along your neck. but eventually, the chill of the water started to set in, and he helped you back toward the edge.

“c’mon,” he said, his hands steadying you as you climbed out onto the rocks. “let’s get you dried off. don't want your parents to throw a bitch-fit when i drop you off."

you shivered as the cool night air hit your damp skin, your white bra and underwear clinging to you uncomfortably. the fabric was soaked, practically see-through, and it wasn’t until you caught patrick’s smirk that you realized why he was looking at you like that.

“patrick!” you hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. “stop staring." you grabbed your once-perfect hair, wringing out water, feeling soggy and grimy from the quarry water. "i look disgusting."

"i'm literally experiencing evidence otherwise," he said, unabashed.

before you could snap back, you heard laughter and voices ahead of you. whipping your head up, you saw henry, vic, and belch stumbling back from the woods, clearly buzzed. your heart dropped.

"holy shit," henry said, stopping dead in his tracks. he tilted his head, squinting as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "did you two go for a swim?"

vic barked out a laugh. "jesus, look at little miss prep! you dragged her into the water, didn't you, hockstetter?"

you flushed bright red, hugging yourself tighter in a desperate attempt to cover the wet, clinging fabric. "oh my god," you muttered, turning to patrick.

patrick looked completely unbothered. if anything, he looked pleased, his smirk only widening as he reached down to pick up his discarded molly hatchet band shirt. "relax," he drawled, holding it out to you. "here. put it on."

the shirt was huge on you, the fabric hung loosely over your frame and falling to mid-thigh. you clutched at the hem, trying to make yourself as small as possible under the gangs' eyes.

"hockstetter got you wet, huh?" henry asked you suggestively, earning a few laughs and nudges from vic and belch as they walked off to the bonfire again.

patrick's hand tightened on your waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin, though he did nothing to quell his friends' teasing. "ignore 'em," he said with an amused chuckle, raking a hand through his dark hair. "they'll be fantasizing about you later, guaranteed."

"gross, i don't want that," you protest, locating your sandals and sliding them back on.

"yeah, but don't worry. that's all they get." the smack of his hand against the back of your still-soaked underwear through the long t-shirt echoed, making you freeze in humiliation. "you're mine."

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