#got my own Patrick 💕💕

[kayla47]

It seems I’ve just booked a little trip to the theatre in Salisbury on Saturday. It’s perfectly reasonable to drive an hour and a half each way to see Laura Main in One Last Push right? Love my amazing hubby to pieces for coming with me even though it wouldn’t be his choice of play because “if you want to go we’ll go” 🥰🥰🥰

[makeyoumine69]

Could you do Patrick being obsessed with his chubby s/o?

Do I Wanna Know?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Patrick Bateman x Chubby!Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: At first, it wasn't even an obsession. Patrick always told himself that you weren't his type, but at some point, everything went so wrong. Now, only the taste of forbidden fruit can satisfy his hunger.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: NSFW, mutual pining, obsession, body worship, oral sex (69), unprotected p in v sex (reversed cowgirl), creampie, hair pulling, choking, spanking, mild degradation kink, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, Patrick is literally an awkward demon, implied murder, dark themes, implied masturbation and stalking.

𝐀/𝐍: Finally, I was in the mood to write after a long time, so I hope you like it. Thank you so much for sending me your request! I was inspired by this edit made by amazing @patrickbatemanstradwife, this song got stuck in my head. Crawlin' back to youuuu!🫠

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This was all so wrong.

Everything about you was wrong, but he couldn't help it. Every time he saw you in the office, he was ready to gnaw off his own hand. Maybe he was actually doing it just to stifle a low, throaty groan because you were giving him a boner just by walking around here in something tight.

And it was over for him.

Patrick could imagine these curvy hips and the arch of your ass. He dreamed about how it would feel to be inside you while you moaned loudly and miserably as he pounded into you with no mercy. It was just pure filth, pure madness. No shame, no bluff. He fully accepted the fact that he craved your thickness. If he could, he'd walk up to you in the narrow hallway leading to his office, bend you over a desk, and ignore the shocked stares of onlookers. He couldn't care less. He was about to lose his mind if he didn't sink his white teeth into your soft ass, hips, or torso, where he could imagine ribs ticking beneath his bite.

Jesus Christ. 

Bateman could barely breathe standing next to the printing machine, pretending to wait for the document to print. In reality, he was watching—literally stalking—you as you strolled around, being nice and friendly as usual.

Holy fuck!

He probably should have locked himself in the nearest bathroom and jerked off. That might have saved him. But then Patrick remembered that he had already masturbated twice that morning, and his dick was still aching. His hand wasn't enough anymore. Actually, it never was, but now it was an entirely different tragedy.

"Good morning, Mr. Bateman," you popped up right next to him, like a rabbit from a hat. "How are you doing today?"

Oh, no, fuck no. It was the way you leaned on your clasped hands, making your breasts look delicious, and the V-cut of your blouse didn't seem to hide anything—the view was absolutely breathtaking. Patrick began to pray for salvation, even though he was an atheist.

The man gave you an awkward smile and nervously adjusted his tie. "I'm—ah—I'm great," he replied nonchalantly, as if he didn't want to say, "I want your tits in my mouth."

"How is your new workplace? I heard you got promoted." Patrick actually giggled. The red hue spreading across his face gave him an innocent look, like a little deer who wanted to be petted.

"It's nice, really nice," you grinned, bending a bit lower. You didn't realize your breasts were pressed together provocatively, and Bateman was about to cry and run away, thinking you were doing it on purpose to torture him. "Uh, maybe we can drink coffee sometime?"

Oh, God.

Did you really ask him out like that? So blatantly? Did he not mishear?

Your audacity always sent his ego through the roof because he couldn't understand how you could be that confident and brazen naturally. He was sure you weren't doing it on purpose; this was simply the way you had always been. He hated it so much, practically frying himself from jealousy.

"That's a really sweet offer, but I don't think I can find time off work." Bateman tapped the desk next to him. The printing machine had already spat out several forgotten documents next to it. Who would care about some pages when such a gorgeous woman was standing there? He was so close; he'd actually bury his face right between those big, luscious breasts. "Maybe next time."

The man almost choked on his tongue when he said it, but he didn't backtrack or try to look like he could change his mind, even when he noticed the way your face dropped a bit. 

"Well," you replied, straightening up and casting a slightly disappointed glance at him. "Next time, I hope I'll be luckier. Have a nice day, Mr. Bateman."

You turned on your heels and strode away. He could have sworn his eyes were glued to the sway of your hips in those tight pants. Where did you buy them? At some local store for nerds?

Annoyed as hell, Bateman wanted nothing more than to flip the desk next to him and throw it across the room. He should have said yes. But that nudging sensation, probably a mix of fear and embarrassment, messed everything up again. However, he was so hard that he was sure it would hurt to walk like this if he didn't solve this problem.

Cursing under his breath, Patrick suddenly rushed around the desk and followed you down the hallway. He caught up with you at the elevators and slid inside one of them at the last second. He startled everyone inside, but he didn't care.

"Sorry, sorry," he muttered, moving through the crowd of irritated office workers until he found you standing next to the elevator wall. Your eyes wandered over the shining ceiling, and your face looked so sad that, for a second, he hated—really hated—himself for being such a jerk and upsetting you. "Hey."

You looked at him with wide eyes, blinking and processing the situation. "Hey," you repeated after him, totally confused. "Something's wrong?"

"Yes! Oh—I mean—no," Patrick chuckled as he finally pressed the button on the control panel, hoping the people around him would stop staring as if he were standing naked in the middle of the elevator. "Jean told me that one of my meetings got canceled, so I thought—" He paused and stood next to you, towering over you, but not staring down your neckline. "A cup of coffee would be nice."

"Really?"

"Yep," he replied smoothly, without arrogance or sass. "Actually, I know one really good place with the best coffee in the Upper West Side."

Later that day, the two of you ended up in his bedroom.

Just like that.

You hated yourself for letting this man win you over, but you couldn't resist him—his charm, his sweet voice, his enchanting manners. Everything about him screamed danger, but you also wanted to unravel and drown in his mystery. His skin was so soft and smooth that you thought you’d never tire of touching it, no matter how many years passed. You would still choose to be in his arms, kissing him as passionately as he was kissing you.

Breathless. Sloppy. Mouth open. Teeth clashing.

The king-sized bed suddenly started to feel small as Patrick was all over you, touching, squeezing, and teasing. He could never get enough; if he let you go, even for a second, you would slip through his fingers like sand. He’d never let that happen, so he held you tight, pressing you down with his heavy muscles. You could barely breathe. Your hands roamed along his broad back while he showered every inch of your body with feverish kisses. Your neck was covered in hickeys, your collarbone had visible bite marks, and your nipples were sore from being in his mouth for so long. In one swift motion, Bateman switched positions, putting you on top of him. He looked a bit embarrassed and lost when you drew near his lips to peck them, one by one, and then his protruding cheekbone.

After a short, shaky exhale, Patrick suddenly blurted out, "I want you to sit on my face—"

"What?" You retorted, genuinely surprised.

"Hold on, let me finish," he smirked, bouncing you slightly on his hips. The mere contact of his hard bulge beneath his white silk boxers against your laced, soaked panties caused you both to freeze for a moment. "I want you to sit on my face while I feed you my cock."

There was a short but awkward pause.

You barely held back your loud laughter, which you directed right at his flustered face. "What a creative way to suggest trying 69."

"We're not 'trying it,' sweetheart, " he crooned, tilting his head up to pull your lower lip with a loud, wet pop. "I'm going to eat your pussy until you gush all over my mouth, and I'm fucking sure you won't last long."

"Your arrogance will be your downfall one day."

Squinting his hazel eyes, Patrick slid both hands along your hips, rubbing the soft mounds and tracing invisible semi-circles on your skin. "Maybe."

Just one word—one simple word—that caused the fall.

You didn’t even notice how easily he repositioned you above his face, giving you access to his throbbing cock. It was already on fire, and the second you touched it, his hot flesh pushed up, risking tearing the fabric of his underwear apart. Meanwhile, Patrick placed his hands on your hips, holding you open and giving your pussy a brief, testing lick through your panties.

"Oh—fuck," you sighed, biting your lower lip with your eyes closed. His cock radiated so much heat that it could burn your hand at any second. "You're—uh—impressive..."

"Get yourself to work," he rasped, kneading your ass up to your hip bones. His mouth was already drooling and heating up at your sopping wet cunt. "While your mouth still functions."

What an asshole.

But you didn't say that out loud.

At one point, you wanted him to suffer and beg you to give him what he wanted, but your own lust overpowered you. It felt like smoldering lava coursing through your veins. His body reacted to every invisible line you drew across his hard length, just across the ridge.

Bateman moaned loudly and unashamedly. The echo vibrated against your taut clit, and you jolted your hips back to grind on his face. You tried to focus on removing his briefs, and when you finally did, his thick dick sprang free. It stood so fucking proud, begging for attention.

"Mmm—leaking already," you murmured before tasting him, catching the creamy drop and wrapping your hand around the base. Bateman groaned gutturally against your folds. His tongue toyed with your bud with illegal precision. You were barely holding back from falling apart. "Oh—God—yes," you gasped. Your hips bucked backward, provoking him. He spanked your ass, trying to tame your bratty behavior. "Hey!"

Smirking with your pussy juices covering his face, he spread your lower lips, catching your clit with his warm mouth for a brief moment. You quivered once again as his large palm landed on your burning ass cheek.

"Don't stray," the man hissed, sucking your clit in one more time. "Or I'll stop."

Nuh-uh.

Such silly things would never work on you. Did that foolish man really think he could blackmail you?

Without saying anything, you slowly reached for his tense balls and gave them a teasing squeeze. Oh well, that had an even greater effect than you intended. Bateman jerked his hips up a bit, literally trying to fuck your hand. The tip was red, swollen, and drenched in pre-cum.

He was far beyond playing such childish games. And he knew it. He was just trying to hide his weak position and how pathetically bad he wanted you, how badly he wanted this, how badly he wanted his cock to hit your fucking throat and have you dump your flavor on his face.

Not to mention that thicc ass of yours.

Holy fuck!

Patrick was addicted. He lost in his own game because he thought you accepted the rules, but you didn't.

The lewd, depraved sounds of your wet lips slipping up and down his cock and his strong tongue flickering around your clit filled his bedroom. Neither of you could hold back anymore. There was no dignity, no self-control, and no pangs of conscience.

Bateman shoved his finger inside you. His free hand settled on your hip, keeping you open. You didn't fall back, taking his dick deeper into your mouth. You helped with your hands, which were locked around it. You jacked him off rhythmically. You whimpered and cried from his girth. Your vision was blurred, but you wanted him to surrender first. You needed that like air. It would be his punishment for being so stubborn and arrogant and making stupid excuses about not having lunch or dinner with you.

Patrick’s lips, tongue, and fingers worked like an unstoppable force, one that would burst every piece of your body.

"Ah—shit," you cursed under your breath, biting your sticky lips. The half-transparent string of saliva mixed with his cum was hovering on your chin. "I'm think...I'm gonna cum!"

Your breathless, whiny sounds fueled his determination to discover how your clenching pussy would feel around his fingers. The second you let go, Bateman continued slurping at your cunt. Your wetness gushed around his face, but he kept eating you out and drinking every drop. The orgasm hit you so hard that you thought you’d choke on his dick, so you let go of it and clung to his muscular calves. Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

Patrick stopped only when you were completely spent—lumpy, lightheaded, and wrecked. "Jesus," he trailed off, tipping his head back onto the big white pillow. "You're a sweet one. I knew it. I fucking knew it."

You could barely think or talk, panting, as you were mere inches away from lying against his pulled-up legs. His dick was still rigid and throbbing with each hot breath you exhaled. You couldn't see his face, but he must have looked smug and proud—like he was thinking, "Look at me. I just made this bitch explode on my tongue." You wanted to say something to bring him back down to Earth, but...

To hell with talking.

Right now, you didn't want instructions, praise, or sweet nonsense. You just wanted his dick deep inside you until he spilled inside you. Yeah, you'd like that. The thought of being so full of his cum could make you climax again.

Just the thought.

You carefully got on your knees, still with your ass to his face and your legs open on either side of him. Driven by the lingering hunger inside your core that seemed like an endless, consuming black hole, you raised up a bit and positioned his cockhead right between your legs. You rubbed it barely sensibly over your slick pussy lips.

"Dirty girl," he rasped. His cheeks, neck, shoulders, and chest were red. He was a mess, but he didn't try to hide it. "You think you can handle it?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Patrick squinted, ducking his head down to watch you bend over and give him the most delicious, mouth-watering view: your ass, your plump thighs, and your sore, puffy cunt, swollen from his oral assault. It actually deserved to be taped and added to his porn collection.

But damn, the moment you aligned his dick with your soaked hole and began to guide it inside, you both stopped breathing. This man could probably be arrogant, since his dick—that beefy, hot flesh stretching you out and shuffling everything in your guts—was about to send you somewhere else entirely.

Somewhere you'd never come back from.

"Tight—ugh—fuck," Bateman said. His hands instantly found their way up to your thighs, squeezing and petting them to encourage you to ride him faster. "Tight like a fucking glove."

"Shut up," you snapped back, annoyed but excited. Your next orgasm was already there, in your lower region, where the tension seemed to never leave. "Do you think having a big dick makes you a likeable person?"

You turned around, bouncing on his hips. His shaft slid in and out of you smoothly. His balls were covered in a wicked cocktail of your liquids, and your audacity was the perfect addition to this debauchery.

"That’s right, honey," he replied in a low, ragged voice, an eloquent sign that he was close. "You like my cock—uhhh—you like me."

Then, he suddenly sat up and tugged on your hair, forcing you to arch toward his chest and change the angle of penetration, making it even deeper. It was more brutal, more demanding, and less human.

"Patrick, slow down," you said, though you hadn't expected to. Your pussy was literally on fire from the hard strokes he was giving you, even though you were on top. "Mmhm—you're gonna break me in half!"

But the man didn’t slow down. On the contrary, he sped up, yanking your head back even more and slapping your ass several times before resting one of his hands around your throat, choking you and squeezing the oxygen out of your aching lungs. Your eyes saw nothing but a blurry image of the white walls. The sound of your bodies slapping mixed with the squelching of your pussy around his cock each time he forced you down on it. Bateman wanted to engrave all of it in his mind.

He wanted to reminisce about it after murdering you one day.

"You want my cum? You want all of it, like a fucking slut?"

Your neck hurt from being in such an awkward position, but you were bold enough to gaze into his dark, crazy eyes. "Yes—ahhh—yessss," you gasped. His hand flew up to your face, and he put his thumb in your mouth. "Drown me in it!"

Bateman couldn’t help but chuckle darkly. "Filthy," he mumbled as he drove himself as deep as he could. His cockhead brushed against your cervix, and you clawed at his hand, leaving red marks on his perfectly tanned skin. "You fuck like a whore. Did you know that?"

His movements became more sloppy and frantic. His dick pulsed inside your overstimulated pussy. His breath was labored and uneven, just like yours. He came hard, but silently, as if he didn’t want even the walls of his bedroom to know how badly he wanted you. He was with a woman he never even supposed to fantasize about because she was not his type, yet here he was, shooting hot ropes of seed into your core until it streamed onto his pristine sheets.

Your next orgasms set in, and you thought you’d pass out. Maybe you really passed out because you were exhausted and overfucked. You blacked out right when Patrick put you on the bed and pressed you against his wet chest. You couldn't move your limbs, as if someone had pressed a button and shut you down. You could have sworn. It was the best sleep of your life because you had never been more satisfied.

You were the first one to wake up in the morning. You took some time just sitting there and admiring the view. Patrick looked so peaceful in his sleep, almost angelic. You had to make a conscious effort not to touch him or brush back the messy locks of his brown hair sparkling in the sunlight. You wished you could stay there forever, but...

There was always a "but" that would bring you back to reality like a bucket of cold water.

Sneakily and almost silently, you got up to find your clothes scattered around the room like junk. Piece by piece, you collected your outfit. A semblance of shame crept up inside your chest. Where would all of this lead you? Patrick was a vice president, and you hoped he wouldn't brag about having sex with you in his bedroom the next day.

Lost in disturbing thoughts, you didn't notice how you ended up in his kitchen. Everything looked sterile and cold. There was something eerie about the atmosphere, but you couldn't comprehend it. No matter how hungry or thirsty you were, you didn't dare touch anything. Instead, you got dressed and put your watch on your wrist, checking your reflection in its glimmering dial.

Meanwhile, Bateman was already awake. Frankly, he hadn’t been sleeping for very long—he pretended to be asleep even when he felt your piercing gaze examining his "sleepy" features. He knew you were in his living room, maybe even in his kitchen, and wondered if you would overstep the boundaries.

Would your curiosity be your demise? 

With one practiced motion, Patrick pushed the blanket to the side, causing his briefs to fall to the floor. He stared at them for a while, but then decided to wrap himself in a sheet instead of putting on the used underwear.

Still, no sounds came from the kitchen, which intrigued him.

Bateman strolled out of the bedroom, not like a creep trying to startle you, but subtly approaching you until he finally saw you and what you were about to do. Unaware of his presence, your hand was already on the refrigerator door, ready to open it, when you suddenly heard his somewhat menacing voice.

"Don't," he warned, standing inches away from you. "Don't open it."

You gulped and locked eyes with him. "I... I just wanted some water."

"There was an issue with the electricity." The man paused and moved closer. His looming figure made you feel small, so you instinctively stepped back. "So, probably, all the food spoiled. I don't want the smell everywhere. I have some bottles of Evian in my bathroom, though.”

"Uh, since you mentioned the bathroom," you muttered, fiddling with your fingers awkwardly. You weren't sure why it was suddenly so difficult to look him in the eyes. "Can I use it?"

"Sure."

That was all he said before you headed towards the bathroom without hesitation. Only after hearing the door click shut did the man open the fridge to check on the decapitated head of some random blonde model. He couldn't remember her name, even though her head was sitting on one of the shelves in the fridge, next to food products, as if that were normal.

With an ugly grin, Bateman pressed a finger to his lips, kissing it lightly before placing it on the dead girl’s frozen, rotten mouth. "Sleep well, darling."

With that, he closed the fridge and whistled. His mind raced with ideas of what he could do to you in the bathroom right now. A shiny, big kitchen knife caught his attention, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine and through his groin. His cock was already getting hard.

Although the sex with you was good—the most delicious appetizer—now it was time for the main course, and Patrick knew he would enjoy it.

Every fucking second of it.

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[advantage-artrick]

i probably think about art coming in his pants at least fifty times a day. . . i really wish that was a joke.

it's gotten so bad that one of my favorite pastimes now is making a list of things i just know would have him shooting off before he gets his shorts down.

without further ado, here's a small fraction of what i've thought of so far!

CW: lots of nsfw stuff (mdni). nobody takes their pants off, but there's still some grinding, a little choking, mild degradation, very light d/s, and some other unimportant things. proceed with caution, i suppose.

(this post is entirely art x patrick, but if y'all are at all interested in an x reader or an x tashi part two of this list, i can totally make that happen!

also, if you've got anything to add to this one for a second artrick list, i am just dying to hear your ideas lol 💕)

XOXO

• starting off strong with ✨️dry humping✨️. i feel like this requires no explanation, but i'm going to give one anyway.

when art and patrick make out, it's never planned. or at least, it's not until after the challenger. pre-stanford (and maybe a few times at stanford), if they make out it's because they're drunk, high, exhausted, or just generally not in their right minds.

because of this, it's always messy and desperate and painfully uncoordinated, which is a winding road that- no matter which way they turn- always leads back to filthy, ankles-around-the-waist grinding. grinding that looks a lot like they're trying to fuck each other through their nicest party jeans.

while they have yet to attempt this feat successfully, they aren't ever gonna give up, because they just know that once art manages to last longer than four minutes, there's no telling what they'll be able to accomplish.

but it really isn't art's fault that he shoots off so quickly when they're kissing on his bed. the feeling of having patrick's tongue in his mouth while his impressively large (and very warm) bulge rubs up against his own is just too much for him to handle. and then he starts moaning, and patrick starts grinding harder, and when he folds art fully in half to rut desperately against his ass, the poor kid doesn't even stand a chance.

he always feels so secure being held down and pretend-fucked by his best friend, but still there's so much electricity running through him that it's impossible for him to relax. it's an electricity that just builds and builds, and he can't take it anymore because patrick's dick is right there, but he can't feel it like he wants to. then he imagines what it would actually feel like without their clothes in the way, and in no time, his unexposed cock is spurting messily in his underwear. it goes on for what feels like forever, leaving an obvious wet spot on the denim as payback for all the chafing friction it inflicted upon him.

he whines and gasps into patrick's mouth the whole time, making it impossible for him to not have noticed. and although it's always going to be embarrassing for him, seeing patrick glance down at the stain with a smirk before leaning back in to kiss him even harder will always be more than worth it.

"you do that every fucking time," patrick laughs, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck that makes art shiver and practically melt beneath him. "it's adorable. my favorite part by far."

"shut up. . . this is the last time we're doing this anyway, so i hope you fucking enjoyed it," art slurs, and there's not even a pinch of real frustration in his voice as patrick bites down softly on his collarbone.

art frowns, but he tilts his head to the side anyway to give patrick more room to work. he must be even drunker than he thought to let him keep going when he's already gotten off.

well, to even be doing this in the first place, he already knows he's hammered.

"uhuh, i'm sure," patrick responds, smiling deviously against art's pale, overheated skin. "you know, you say that every time too."

• alright, next up we got ✨️wrestling✨️.

of all of these examples, this is the one that i imagine happens at the most inopportune times. meaning, when they're fully sober and often at the gym or fucking around on the court after practice.

when art and patrick really get into it enough to start tackling each other, it's usually art who provokes it and patrick who initiates.

art likes to make fun of his roommate for being stupid and dirty minded, and for having the most eccentric serve known to mankind. he can get pretty ruthless with his words sometimes, but there are never any hard feelings because patrick knows he loves him.

sometimes patrick retaliates by calling art short (even though he's only got an inch on him) or prudish or nerdy, but that's not nearly as much fun as snatching art's hat off his head. . . or his phone from his hands, or his favorite tennis ball from the air when he tosses it.

it's not even close to as fun, actually, so that's what he does a good majority of the time.

needless to say, art still hasn't quite accepted that he is incapable of stealing anything back once it ends up in patrick's obnoxiously quick hands. because of this, he always gives his all into retrieving it, chasing his best friend around the court and tackling him to the ground when patrick lets him catch up.

within a few seconds, they're a mess of limbs on the ground, hands pushing and pulling anything they can reach in an attempt to pin the other ones' down.

it's never long before whatever patrick stole is discarded and forgotten on the ground beside them. no matter why they started the match, the only true goal once they get going is to not be the first to tap out.

patrick always wins in the end, but never without a struggle, which is why he only wins once art is face down on the ground, groaning with his arms pinned tightly behind his back.

usually patrick sits on him at that point, squeezing his waist with his thighs to keep him from getting up. sometimes he leans down close to his ear and huffs, "take it back, donaldson. i'm not getting up until you take it back."

art whimpers, unsure if it's from the stretch of his muscles or the hard press of his boner against the concrete.

"fuck you," he responds, whining again when patrick twists his arms harder. "fuck, stop it. you win! you win, pat, just stop. please."

but patrick ignores him, laughing at his weak attempts to throw him off.

"nuh-uh, not until you take it back," patrick says again, grinning. "as a matter of fact, i think i want you to apologize. yeah, that sounds more like it. i'll get off when you say you're sorry, and that you love me very much," he mocks, leaning down again to wrap his arm around art's neck in a chokehold while the other holds on tight to his wrists.

art groans again, struggling to take a deep breath from how tight patrick's arm is around his throat. his face feels so hot, and his dick just keeps getting harder, and he almost wants to keep fighting just so he doesn't have to look him in the eyes like this.

"say it," patrick growls, his bicep constricting even more, and art's giving in without even consciously deciding to.

"Fuck, i love you. i love you, i love you so much, please get off," he babbles, and just speaking the words out loud is apparently too much for him in that state.

before patrick can even roll off of his back, he's coming, crying out embarrassingly loudly as he shakes through it. when he comes to about a minute later, patrick's sitting on the ground beside him, just staring.

his face is pink, and his legs are pulled up to his chest so that his crotch is fully hidden from view. he's breathing pretty heavily too, but that could've just been from the exertion of their little tussle.

"you, uh, okay?" he asks quietly after a moment, not sure what exactly he's supposed to do in a situation like this.

art looks back down at the ground, pushing up slightly onto his arms. he doesn't want to stand up, unsure of what the damage would be if he did.

he has hot, humiliated tears in his eyes, and he's so sure that he's just fucked things up between them permanently. i mean, what kind of best friend orgasms because of a little playful choking?

"it's okay, dude. we can. . . we can stay here for a minute," patrick says in response to his silence, cutting through art's anxious thoughts and bringing him back to the present.

slowly, patrick stretches his legs back out, revealing the obscenely tented crotch of his loose tennis shorts.

"i don't really wanna join your walk of shame."

art blushes further, unable to tear his eyes away. it just looks so. . . developed, like he's been hard for a while at this point. art swears for a second there that he even saw it pulsing angrily through the fabric.

"oh. . ." he mumbles, glancing back up at patrick's face uncomfortably. he looks like he wants to ask about it, so patrick tosses an explanation out before he gets the chance to.

"you moan like a girl when you come," he jokes, grinning shyly to test the waters.

"do not!" art whines, finally finding the strength to stand up, and his soaked crotch is right in patrick's face before he remembers where they are and sits back down so fast he hurts his tailbone.

it looks bad. fuck, it looks really, really bad. there's so much it looks like he pissed himself, and they both saw that it had leaked very noticeably onto the court. he'd have to remember to rinse that with his water bottle before they left.

"holy fuck, dude," patrick gasps, trying to forget what he just saw before the image is permanently seared into his brain. "that's. . . wow."

"oh, shut up! this is all your fault, anyway."

patrick just smiles at him warmly, an unreadable expression behind his eyes.

"i know."

• last but not least, we have ✨️massages✨️.

i'm sure it's not uncommon for patrick and art to complain to each other about muscle aches and knots they can't get rid of in their backs. it's just something that comes with tennis being their only hobby and probably future career.

they spend so much time training and practicing, and since they're still so young and reckless, they haven't quite gotten in the habit of stretching like they're supposed to.

because of this, patrick can't seem to pay art a visit without having to watch him wince and hiss every time he moves his arms a certain way. even worse, art always brushes off his concerns like he's not clearly in pain when patrick asks if he's alright. it's insufferable.

"that's it. get your ass on the bed," patrick orders when he's still refusing to admit it the day before patrick has to leave.

it's a ritual at this point. it happens every single visit, at the same exact time, and in the same exact way.

art sighs, not putting up much of a fight since he knows his best friend won't take no for an answer. they've both already got their shirts off, so it would be all too easy for them to get him fixed up anyway.

he sits cross-legged in the center of his mattress, pouting while patrick settles down behind him.

"tell me where it hurts," patrick commands again, ignoring art's petulant frown. "i mean it, art. i know you're too stubborn to get it checked out and i am not leaving until you tell me."

"my shoulder," he mumbles after a moment, gasping when patrick immediately settles his hand right over the muscle that's been bothering him.

"right here, right? yeah, that spot's a bitch to get rid of," he comments, slowly adding more pressure until art is crying out softly in pain.

"oh hush, you baby," patrick mumbles, feeling around the area with his fingers. "i've barely even touched you."

art bites his lip to keep from making any more embarrassing sounds. he inhales sharply when patrick digs into the muscle hard with his thumbs.

gradually, he begins massaging his shoulder just like one of their coaches taught him to, rubbing the knot in tight little circles to loosen it up a bit.

art lasts less than half a minute before he's crying out again, trying to pull away from the prying fingers. patrick holds him in place easily, and art can sense the way he's trying not to laugh.

patrick just scoots in closer to him, pressing his toned stomach against art's back as he continues to work at his tense shoulder.

"you're okay, art. just let me help you, yeah?" he hums in his ear, sweetly condescending like he's talking to a toddler with a scraped knee.

"that's it, you're doing great."

art can sense distantly that he's being made fun of, but the words still make his cheeks flush and his dick hard in a matter of seconds. plus, the feeling of patrick's hot skin against his own is not helping in the slightest.

he whines when patrick hits a particularly sensitive spot, but he doesn't try to get away again. he knows the attempt would be futile. at this point, he's just focused on trying to find ways to keep his torturer from spotting his obvious hard-on.

"is it starting to feel okay?" patrick asks softly, wanting to make sure his treatment is actually working.

oh, if only he knew.

"yeah, fuck," art whimpers, the feeling of patrick's hands on him searing like they're branding his skin. "it's better, i think."

patrick laughs, digging in harder until art is almost writhing in his grasp.

"better isn't good enough, art. you're not getting out of this that easy," he says, and he keeps on going for a painfully long time.

the whole time he works, he's talking, making it impossible for art to get his fucking boner to go down. with the way patrick sits slightly taller than him, art keeps thinking there's no way he hasn't noticed by now. but neither of them dare to mention it.

"you're doing so good. just a little longer," patrick whispers, and art swears he must be doing it on purpose.

at some point the pain turns to relief which turns into pleasure, and all of a sudden he's biting his lip for an entirely different reason.

"yeah, there we go. that's it," patrick grins when art lets a little moan slip out by accident. "i told you i'd take care of you, didn't i?"

art moans again, leaning back into him involuntarily, and patrick takes it as an invitation to let his hands travel elsewhere.

now he's massaging art's other shoulder, and his sides and his lower back, and art's eyes are rolling back in his head because it just feels so good. not even because patrick is a particularly talented masseuse. it's just because he's patrick.

and his hands are so big and warm, and he's still fucking talking, telling art how good he was for him, and all of a sudden art's coming entirely untouched.

and patrick just watches it happen. he watches him whine and shake and he watches his eyelashes flutter uncontrollably, and he doesn't slow his hands down for even a second while art's breathing through the aftershocks.

he just watches, and when it's over he rests his head on art's now healed shoulder and just whispers, "don't worry, baby. thats perfectly normal. happens to the best of us, alright?"

and art just nods robotically, watching it leak from the leg of his boxers in shame.

'it's okay,' he thinks, his brain still fuzzy from the sudden orgasm. 'it's normal. . . it's not cuz' he said i was good. . . it's not.'

okay, that's it! part two, anyone?

XOXO ✨️💕

[heartlesscad]

My initial thoughts after seeing Companion in the movie theatre

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Hey go see the movie Companion. I think everyone should go see the movie Companion it was good and I had fun. Love robot lady killing people. Also Patrick and Eli deserved better friends they could have been so happy. Also Also LOVE watching that loser man crash and burn over and over again 90% sure that guy is the same actor who did Christian gray in those 60 shades of gray movies. Btw the soundtrack and aesthetic are to die for ❤️

And it's got that guy who played Guillermo on what we do in the shadows

This is my new babygirl💕🔪

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Just circling back, I think my favorite part was when Iris (robot lady) was breaking up with her shitty human boyfriend and it was sooooo satisfying to see this piece of shit realize that a robot literally programmed to love him above all else couldnt even stand to be around him anymore due to his own shitty actions

I'm gonna be thinking about this one for a while. The sex worker allegory, the domestic abuse allegory, the gay human/robot couple having the only healthy relationship. I loved this movie a lot guys 🥰😭💕 : end image ID]

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barb/mams 🤝 solo/mams

making us brainrot

YES I LOVE SEEING YOU TALK ABOUT YOUR PIANO !! YOUR ANSWER WAS SUPER HELPFUL FR!! something bout seeing someone passionate about something makes me happy, I got a lot of good info!!

i was afraid to venture into spotify without knowledge, so I'm def gonna be looking up those composers!! this is all for the cafe au akwkdjf

tbh i was thinking about having Solomon play at the cafe when he's not in school. Mammon will not let him into the kitchen after Solomon tried cooking breakfast, and mixed up the salt/sugar and set off the fire alarm. It might be he plays at the record store when it's open late?? i have yet to decide, i

now I'm thinking about fob and how patrick had a piano medley thing every night. I wonder if they actually transported the piano. That's crazy if they did!

I love the essays 😭 gimme all the essays. We can yap together !! Lmaoo. I'll take anything! I was just afraid of being a bother akwkdjf

I made it to lesson 75, and I haven't written much. I've been sleeping most of the trip. I think we're like two hours away? I'm determined to get the fic done by next week!!

- ✨ anon (tentatively coming off anon?!)

Honestly it's been such a curse lately like I can't stop thinking about it!!

AH! I'm glad that my ramblings were helpful! I would also recommend looking up classical playlists on Spotify - they have some good ones! I like the ones that are labeled as "dark academia" just because they have a lot of good classical pieces!

LOL oh nooo Solomon setting off the fire alarm, of course he got the salt and sugar confused! I suppose in a non-magic human au, he can't necessarily make magical food that could kill people? But I do suspect his food would continue to be generally inedible.

To be honest, the places I've most often seen a random piano being played by someone just for ambiance are department stores and fancy restaurants. BUT how often do we see independent cafes with live music? Like they get some local guitar guy to sit under some fairy lights and strum that acoustic, you know what I mean? Admittedly, a piano is more difficult. Unless they already have one in there all the time, a musician would only bring their own to a small space like that if it's a keyboard, probably. Something they can transport, you know? I imagine most cafes are too small for a grand piano, but they could easily fit an upright in one. Kinda like a bar with an upright piano in it, you know?

UH but I'm getting rambling over here. I've thought about this because I have Arrie play the piano in a cafe so I was like WHAT are the logistics of this? I decided to go with the idea that the cafe has its own piano and a fairly large space, too.

They might have! I think musicians that have a specific piano that they're known for playing probably do this the most. For instance, Liberace pretty famously used mirrored grand pianos. He had multiple, but he would still need to have had them transported if he wanted to use only one of his mirrored ones for a live performance. Here's a picture of one that's in a fancy hotel in London now.

That being said, I do think it's a pretty common practice if you've already got a whole road crew anyway. You would probably only need one person to know how to take the piano apart and tune it, then a handful of guys to carry it around, you know?

Well, here's another essay already! I just have many thoughts about this particular topic - anything with pianos is going to give you essays from me lol.

Oh yeahhh you can totally get through the story, I believe in you!! And of course, the story will flow the way it's meant to, that's what I always say! Sometimes you just gotta let it happen at its own pace~

I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to come off anon! 💕💕

[meadowlarkx]

Explore my bookshelf!

Tagged by @searchingforserendipity25 @jouissants and @swanmaids! Thank you so much 💕💕

An estimate of how many physical books I own: I really have no idea especially because they're not all in one place right now. Maybe 200-300? Hmm. A lot (to me)

Favorite author: Tolkien right now? Ursula Le Guin? I really like Sarah Waters and as a wee lass I really adored Patrick Rothfuss. Umm. I realize I usually tend to pick stuff to read from individual authors based on their premise instead of going through an author's repertoire. Sorry, authors. But it's genuinely hard for me to pick a favorite since they all strike different notes! Fandom writers I've known past and present also loom large here for me.

A popular book I've never read and never intend to read: Hmm maybe The Locked Tomb? The vibes just seem too ironic for me. But I might still read it sometime, it just hasn't grabbed me yet. Probably also Discworld. Sorry to everyone.

A popular book I thought was just meh: The Song of Achilles... Whoops. Anyway, I found some aspects of the writing style lovely, but as a story and a retelling it majorly fell flat for me.

Longest book I own: Les Misérables probably, or one of the big compiled editions of Shakespeare or Austen

Longest series I own all the books to: Hmm, I think A Song of Ice and Fire from my fan days in high school—but kinda by accident (I'd already read the last books on ebook when I was gifted them). Still surprises me to think I do actually own all of those tomes in hard copy

Prettiest book I own: Mariana and the Merchild... yes it's a children's picture book. And you've almost certainly heard me bring it up sometime. Lesbian-coded child-rearing of my heart. Look at the pictures!

A book or series I wish more people knew about: As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann—imagine a fictional microhistory that's also a darkly painted yet tender and gripping gay romance that's also about utopian experiments and the English Civil War. When Fox is a Thousand by Larissa Lai—this book is a dream, a messy and confusing dream, but I recommend it to everyone ever! Chinese folklore and mythology, queer and sapphic-ness, through time and space from ancient China to modern-day immigrant communities in Canada—so touching and really beautiful. Many moments from this one still stick in my brain.

Series: The Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud—OK, it's been a while since I read this in full, and I just said I don't always like irony and these books are crammed full of silly little jokes and targeted towards a younger audience, BUT just thinking about them makes me tear up with emotion. Ages-old wry shapeshifting djinni, snotty-kid-becomes-politician, and hardened girl from the underclass navigate an alternate magical-spirits-powered British imperialism. It's queer and incisive TO ME.

Nonfiction: A Biography of No Place by Kate Brown, about borderland villages in Soviet Ukraine and the drastic changes in structures/social organization and identities that occurred from 1920-1950. Poorly said but I just think the perspective this book takes is unique and insightful and empathic and everyone should read it.

Book I'm reading now: The Bandit Queens and Lays of Beleriand. In theory I'm reading them hell yeahhh

Book that's been on my TBR list for a while but I still haven't got around to it: Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino and The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison. I checked both of these out to read over the summer and renewed them like 3 times and did I read them... no I did not. Also a bunch more are on the TBR but you know how it is

Do you have any books in a language other than English: La Reine Margot in French is the one I tried seriously to read in recent times, but I have some others in French and Spanish, mostly from high school. 1 in Czech (a copy of With Fire and Sword I have from @sparklingdali for the pictures ❤️). Polish With Fire and Sword & The Deluge pdfs & a couple of physical books ambitiously in Polish, emphasis on the ambition part.

Paperback, hardcover, or ebook? Ideally I check out whatever version the library has. I prefer physical copies and I guess paperbacks, but I'll do ebooks if I have to! At this point I try to only actually buy (hopefully secondhand) books I think I'm really going to want to keep, because I already have too many to move with

Tagging @themelodyofsilence @nibi-nix @tuulikki @sparklingdali @bachaboska if you'd like to do this, and anyone else who hasn't done it yet!

[kiwiana-writes]

3, 8, and 18 for the meta writer asks! And I hope the rest of your day goes better than the too-early morning. 💕

[Fun meta asks for writers]

Ugh, sadly it did not. Zooms that could have been emails, and all of that. ❤️

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Ooooh this is an interesting question because I write so much short slice of life stuff that I do often just throw that stuff out there as little, like, mini ficlets! I have been sitting on a great joke my spouse made while watching the film where I was like "god I need to write that into a fic" but I just recently figured out what I was doing with that one, so now it's in the WIPs.

8. Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?

Yes, but there's also stuff I like to read that I don't like to write (looking at you, anything that requires serious world-building.)

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

At some point after it's finished publishing we should talk about the outline @ships-to-sail wrote for the Actor AU, because it was really good and when I decided the structure of the fic needed to match Much Ado About Nothing I ended up gutting a ton of it. Luckily she loves me (allegedly)

But for now let's talk about something totally unrelated: the Schitt's Creek 50 First Dates AU and the plotline I lowkey accidentally abandoned (that shit had no outline and no plan other than, like, the film and the show) and always meant to come back to in one of the alternate POV one-shots but never quite got around to. Totally set it up and then ditched it, whoops. But basically, Ronnie was part of the volunteer rescue team that found David and Alexis after the car accident, so she was WILDLY protective of David and deeply fucking suspicious of Patrick.

I went and looked because I was sure I'd scribbled a bit of this down and I'd actually written like 500 words of Alexis' POV! So have those below the cut:

Alexis’ head hurts.

That, in and of itself, isn’t weird. Between hangovers and jet lag and being knocked on the back of the head while being kidnapped — a totally amateur move, and a sign that her kidnappers really weren’t investing properly in their henchmen — she’s more than used to waking up with a throbbing pain in her temple. What is weird is that those days are behind her. No more taking the jet to Europe because she’s bored, no more trips to the embassy to pick up a new passport and a disguise so she can get across the border. So she doesn’t know—

“Alexis?”

The voice is vaguely familiar, but she doesn’t want to open her eyes yet, sure that when she does the full ache is going to turn into something much more immediately uncomfortable. 

There’s a sharp rapping sound, far too close to her ear, and she winces. 

“Shit, I think she’s waking up. Alexis? Come on, open those eyes for me. You can do it.”

In the distant background, she can hear sirens, and her eyes fly open in shock. 

“There you are, princess.” Despite the usual sarcastic drawl, when Alexis turns to face the window, Ronnie’s expression is full of concern. “Ambulance is nearly here. Think if we get this door open, you’re up for getting out, or do you want to wait for them?”

“David.” It’s all coming back now — the trip to Elmdale, fighting over the music, the cow. “Where’s David?” She turns to the passenger seat, ignoring the way it makes her ears ring, ignoring the pain radiating up her left arm. Her brother is slumped motionless in his seat, the window on his side of the car shattered and half the door crumpled in. There’s a huge gash across his forehead and wildly, irrationally, Alexis’ first thought is: He’s going to be so mad he can’t do his skincare routine. 

“Alexis, listen to me.” She doesn’t realise until Ronnie’s voice cuts through the fog that she’s sobbing his name, and she sucks in a shuddering breath. “We don’t wanna move him until the ambulance gets here, in case he’s injured his neck or his spine. What about you? What hurts?”

“Um.” She closes her eyes, trying to concentrate on anything other than the panic clawing its way up her throat. David is so still. “Just my wrist, I think. And a headache.”

“I think you might have whacked it on the steering wheel.” Ronnie’s eyes flick up to her forehead for a moment. “You’ve got a bit of a shiner, but I think we’re okay to get you out.”

It takes Ronnie and a man she doesn’t recognise — Elm County volunteer firefighters, they tell her cheerfully — to get the driver side door of the Lincoln open. By the time Alexis is standing on the side of the road, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and her now throbbing wrist tucked carefully against her body, she can see the ambulance tearing down the road towards them. 

She won’t let any of them look at her until David is safely out of the car. Ronnie stands next to her the first hole time, her hand on Alexis’ shoulder far more gentle than Alexis could have guessed it would be, while they cut open the car door and strap up his neck before manoeuvring him onto a stretcher. 

[kingkatsuki]

Hoi Jo!!! (Again lol)

My blorbos that live in my mansion permanently are Bakugou, Shouto, and Levi! Kirishima comes to stay for a while then he leaves for a bit then comes back lol he has a permanent room on stand by for that reason! (Fun fact: I started watching BNHA because of Shouto, then I got caught up in Bakugou lol, so Shouto has a permanent place in my heart for that reason!!) and Levi has been my favorite since I really started watching/reading anime/manga. I'm pretty sure AOT was my first anime, unless Pokemon counts then AOT was my second.. but I still consider it my first because I watched Pokemon as a child, where I watched AOT as an adult. Patrick and RDJ also live in my mansion! I like to think Levi gets along well with everyone, the mha boys because he's used to teenagers cause of his 107 squad, and then with the other 2 because they are all adults who can mind their own business!! I do get some visitors at the mansion that don't stay for too long, but the main inhabitants are Bakugou, Shouto, Levi, Patrick, and RDJ!!

(I hope that wasn't to much of a rant lol, I tend to ramble when I am passionate about something/someone!)

I hope you have a fantastic night or day or whenever you see this!!! 🧡🖤🧡

Aww this is so cute Courtney I love that they mostly all get along in your mansion too, and Kiri stopping by and having his own room is ADORABLE!!!

I hope you’re having a lovely Monday so far!💕

[pucksalotguys]

Epilogue- Part 1

*masterlist to series is pinned post

WC: 2.6K , CW: NSFW (minors DNI)

It’s been such a long long time and I felt like now is the perfect time to conclude this lovely series that started it all for me. Here’s part one with a time jump and a surprise 💕. Hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think

(Also sorry if my master list is giving you a hard time, I need to redo it asap)

12 years later

“Mom, tell him to quit” Patrick whined “Seriously, he’s getting on my nerves and he’s doing it on purpose” “Patrick” Lauren chuckled “It’s a big day love, you’re not my baby anymore” “You’re 12” Sidney messed his hair up “It’s a big deal, we have a 12 year old, let me love on you a bit before you fully despise your mother and I” he chuckled Lauren smiled as she pet Patricks cheek, she couldn’t believe he was 12 now. He was an exact carbon copy of Sidney down to the mannerisms, it seemed like the only part of her he inherited was her attitude “What would you like to do today ?” she asked as they sat down in the living room “Your birthday your choice, anything you say goes for today Pat” “Well….I was kind of hoping maybe today I could go out with my friends…..” he said softly “I’ll be home before dinner I promise and then tomorrow I’ll be home all day, so is it a yes ? Please mom….”

Lauren did her best not to look too taken back and gave him a kiss on the forehead, she knew at some point he’d wanna do his own thing but she never guessed it’d be so soon and it made part of her ache a bit “Of course you can” she grinned “Be home before it gets dark and have your phone on you please so you can call us if you need anything” “Cool, thanks mom” Patrick smiled as he got up and kissed her cheek “I love you” “And dad gets nothing” Sidney nodded “Not even a high 5 ?” “See you dad, love you too” Patrick said back as he left out the door “Jesus he’s almost a teenager and already out” Sidney shook his head “We didn’t even get to tell him the news” Lauren chuckled “I don’t think telling him on his birthday would be ideal. This is his day, he doesn’t need anything overshadowing it”

“True” Sidney nodded “But we gotta tell him soon, at least before you start showing”

“I feel like I’m gonna start showing any week now” she put a hand on her stomach “I blew up with him right away, I felt like a whale by the time I was 16 weeks and I’m already pushing 13”

“Oh I remember” Sidney said dreamily as he walked over and sat next to her “God I can’t believe it’s happening again, it’s crazy in the best way” “You don’t feel like we let too much time pass ?” she asked “Be honest” “I’d say we’re in our prime” Sidney said in response “I sure feel in my prime and you sure look in your prime…you only get hotter with age” Lauren playfully rolled her eyes and leaned over to kiss him. At 35 and 47 they were starting all over again and while it scared the shit out of her, it also made her a bit excited to be able to go through things again now that she was older and knew what to expect “Thank you” Sidney murmured as he kissed her “For everything” “What do you mean ?” Lauren whispered as she pet his cheek “For this life” he grinned “With you by my side I’ve had everything I’ve dreamed of, you’ve made me the happiest man alive. You and Patrick are my world, and now this little baby” his hand moved to her stomach “Is gonna make us even happier” “Who would’ve thought me grabbing you in a dark bar to makeout would have us here all these years later” Lauren smirked as she wrapped her arms around his neck “Thank you Julian for ending things with you and thank you Kris for hiring you as his nanny” Sidney said as he kissed her She laughed a bit as his beard tickled her neck “Even though you got punched in the face….twice” “Let’s take this upstairs…you can make it up to me” he took her hand and stood up “It’s been years ! And that happened on MY 23rd birthday and to top it off I was already pregnant with Patrick and didn’t even know it ! You then proceed to dump me and honestly I’m not over it” she took her hand back and crossed her arms “You know what ? I’m going upstairs” Sidney widened his eyes “Why ? What did I do ?” “You ruined my 23rd birthday” Lauren said back simply as she walked away “Let’s get to bed a little earlier, I’ll make up for it alright” Sidney winked as he pulled her close to him “Only because I’m pregnant and horny and you owe me” she gave him a quick peck and went upstairs

It took them no time to get undressed and in bed and as usual she was on cloud nine “Right there” Lauren moaned as he sucked on her clit “Please…..Please more”

Sex wasn’t ever an issue for them, if anything now that she was pregnant again it seemed to be an even bigger thing for her. She knew her sex drive would be up but she never imagined she’d be as sexually active as she was during her first pregnancy

“Easy, you’ll get whatever you want tonight” Sidney said as he inserted a finger gently and closed his eyes “Fuck I wanna be inside you so bad. I fuck you every morning and night and I still can’t get enough” “Oh god” Lauren whimpered as she felt the pressure begin to build and moved her hands down to grip his hair now full of grays “I’m so close, so fucking close” “I want you to cum for me” Sidney pumped his fingers in and out of her “I wanna taste you then I wanna fuck you till you lose your voice again” His words sent chills through her body as she finally let herself release and was barely able to catch her breath before she felt him inside of her and sighed contently “Just like that” “You’re so good baby, so fucking good” Sidney murmured as he kissed her neck “I love being inside of you” She whimpered feeling his hand gently grip her neck, she could feel herself reaching her climax again when suddenly their bedroom door burst open with no warning making her practically push Sidney off her as he fell to ground with nothing but a pillow to cover himself up “Oh my god !” Patrick exclaimed as he covered his eyes “Oh my god I’m gonna throw up” Lauren stayed wide eyed as she put her robe on quickly and threw a sheet down to a sheet down to Sidney and sat in bed *************

“You said you were going to a friends house, why didn’t you call one of us ?” Sidney asked as he sat covered up “I felt bad you guys were home alone so I came back, big mistake” Patrick dry heaved “I’m gonna be sick” Sidney rolled his eyes “You could’ve knocked” “You could leave my mom alone you pervert” Patrick said back “Pervert ? She’s my wife” Sidney couldn’t help but chuckle “Listen I’m sorry you….had to walk in but you could’ve simply knocked on our door Pat. You know better than to barge into the room, it’s about respect” “It’s about keeping your hands to yourself” he made a face “Get dressed and come downstairs so you can feed me. I want mom to make me spaghetti and grandma and grandpa said they’re coming over tomorrow” Lauren glared as he walked away and looked back at Sidney “Every day that child turns more into you it’s absolute insanity. We’re locking the door with the lock next time” “He’s 12, he knows to knock” Sidney threw his shirt back on “I swear that kid is just a trip, I hope this next one takes after you” She shook her head and changed as she freshened up and headed back downstairs “Patrick babe, chores. Take out the trash please before dinner is ready” “I have to do chores on my birthday ? And after what you and dad just put me through ?” he sighed “Being 12 sucks” “Tomorrow I’ll let you ride the golf cart down to the lake and back home” Sidney grinned “But for now take out the garbage” “Fine” he groaned as he went over picked up the bags Lauren watched as he walked outside and began to prepare things for dinner as Sidney took on his duties of setting the table. After a few minutes of Patrick not being back she looked out the window from their kitchen and could see him standing in front of the trash cans and walked outside “What’s the hold up ?” she asked “You’ve been standing here for 5 minutes, you seem something weird ?” “Mom…..what’s this ?” Patrick asked as he turned around holding her positive pregnancy test in his hand “I mean I know what it is but why is this here ? Mom, is this yours ?”

She stayed quiet and nodded “It is” “Who got you pregnant ?” he asked with wide eyes “Your father ! Who else Patrick ?” Lauren exclaimed “Are you being serious right now ?” “He can still make babies ?” he retorted in shock “Mom,  dad’s old. I’m a little concerned right now” “Patrick Joy Crosby get inside the house immediately” Lauren said sternly “What’s with the yelling ?” Sidney said as he came outside “I can hear you guys all the way from inside the house” “Don’t act innocent” Patrick scoffed “You know what’s going on” “You need to watch your attitude” Sidney warned “I’m not playing Patrick, just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean you get to be rude to me or your mother. Respect is to always be given no matter what” Lauren gave him a look and wrapped her around Patrick’s shoulders “There’s no need to be harsh on him, he….he knows” “Knows what ?” Sidney asked confused “That you and mom are having a baby” Patrick answered with a frown “I don’t want a baby brother or sister. I like things how they are now with us. I like that we live in Pittsburgh and then come here to Halifax and California for the summer. That’s gonna change, everything’s gonna change with a baby” he emphasized as he leaned into Lauren “Honey, no” Lauren kissed his forehead “Nothing will change” “Pat” Sidney sighed “We wanted to tell you, we wanted things to be in the clear for mom and the baby and then we wanted your birthday to pass” “In the clear ?” he looked concerned as he looked at Lauren “Mom, are you okay ?” “I’m perfectly fine” she nodded “It’s just basic precautions to take when one is pregnant, especially now that I’m older” “You’re not old” Patrick shook his head

She chuckled “I appreciate that babe, now let’s go inside and we can talk all you want during dinner. We know you have questions” Sidney followed as he let them have their moment and walked behind them, deep down he knew Patrick loved him but he also knew the connection with Lauren was much deeper. Patrick and him connected when it came to hockey but other than that, it was your typical short conversations whereas with Lauren he’d see him talk to her about anything. More than anything he hoped that with these few months, he could get closer to him “First things first” Patrick said as he sat down and looked at them both “Do you guys know what the baby is ?” “No” Lauren chuckled “It’s gonna be a surprise, for real this time” she looked at Sidney “We are NOT finding out” “Aw this means uncle Geno won’t give us a cool party” Patrick frowned Sidney laughed a bit “Oh man, your gender reveal was wild. It was one of the most fun nights. We didn’t plan it at all so it was all a surprise, you’ve seen the pictures” “Mom, can’t we know ?” Patrick asked as he looked at Lauren “Please ?” “I thought you weren’t happy about this ?” she served him his plate “You sound pretty interested to me” “I mean I’m still not super excited but I guess it’s kinda cool” he shrugged “There’s a positive” Lauren smiled “He or she is going to be so lucky to have you as a big brother Patrick” “And they get to have you as a mom” he responded with a smile “I think that’s really cool, you’re like the best mom ever” She leaned over and pet his cheek “My boy, I can’t believe you’re 12 and that you’re gonna be a big brother”

Perhaps it was the conversation or the silence that followed but either way Sidney felt out of place at his own dinner table. It was surreal to see his son who looked exactly like him at that age but seemed to want nothing to do with him. He knew it was age and that it wasn’t personal but it still hurt him. As dinner came to an end, and it was time to hand over his gift he sat next to Patrick

“Happy Birthday Pat” he grinned “Hope you like it”

Patrick smiled excitedly as he gently unwrapped the box and took out a pair of skates “Oh….cool, skates. I needed some” he said softly “Thanks dad, they’re so cool”

“Well those aren’t just any skates” Sidney said “These are mine from when I was your age, I got them cleaned and fixed, the blades are brand new. Your initials are right under mine here on the side” he showed him “S.C #87 and then P.C #9 for your number”

“I love them” he nodded as he gave a polite smile and put them down “I can’t wait to go to the rink tomorrow and wear them, thank you dad”

Sidney grinned and gave him a hug “Of course bud”

“And here’s mine” Lauren smiled as she handed him a box “Careful with it, what’s inside is gentle”

“No way” Patrick widened his eyes as he opened it and took out the comic “No way ! Mom, how did you get this ?”

“Searched high and low” she grinned “I bid for it for hours, finally got it last week. It’s in mint condition from 1962”

“Thank you mom” he hugged her “I love you so much you’re the best, this is the best gift ever. When I’m done reading it, I’ll let you borrow it so you can read it too. It’s the amazing spiderman, it’s cool”

“I’d love to read it” Lauren grinned “Remember cake is tomorrow with grandma and grandpa so for now let’s do a cupcake. Baby can you get a lighter please”

Sidney nodded as he took one out of the drawer “We didn’t do our picture yet, we always do a picture for birthdays”

“Fine” Patrick sighed as he stood up and stood next to Sidney “Only one”

“Look how handsome you two are” Lauren gushed “I swear I think I need this baby to be another little boy to complete my little Crosby clan of boys”

“Girl not boy” both Sidney and Patrick said in unison

“I see” she raised her brow “Well I’m glad you two finally agree on something”

Sidney gave Patrick a grin and wink and got a smile back, a genuine one. The night went on and soon after Patrick had gone to bed for the night he called up some people hoping they’d make it for the next night

“He loves you” Lauren whispered “He does, he’s just being a typical boy in his moods”

“I know” Sidney nodded “But I think tomorrow will really make him happy, you’ll see”

“For once, I’m excited to be surprised” Lauren said back as she kissed him

[makeyoumine69]

helloo, can you do something like where patrick has a crush on you but your with someone else, how do you think he’ll react?

𝐀/𝐍: Hello dear anon! Thank you for your ask!💕

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: [MASTERLIST]🪓

Thoughts: Well, if we're talking about the canonical version of Patrick, he probably wouldn't care if you had a partner, because this man saw no obstacles on his way to the object of his obsession. It could also be that Bateman would first try to get to know you better and find useful information about your partner to play around with. This bastard would manipulate the facts and try to gaslight you, he would try to instill the idea of you breaking up with your date as if it was your own decision. But if you still didn't buy it, Patrick might eventually turn to what he was so good at—killing people he didn't like.

Drabble:

Sitting on one of the benches in Central Park, you watched Patrick walk back and forth in front of you, his hands hidden in the pockets of his dark blue coat. 

"I still don't understand one thing," the man murmured thoughtfully, glancing at the cloudy sky from time to time. "You told me your partner didn't treat you right. And I remember it so well, you can't fool me by saying that you didn't."

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. "Uh, if I only knew that you would use all my words against me... I would never tell you this," you replied, but there was no negativity in your tone, just a slight hint of nervousness. "My partner...he's a complicated person and we're having a really hard time in our relationship...but that doesn't mean I'm going to have an affair behind their back." You explained, and it made him stop pacing and focus his attention entirely on you and you alone. "Although... I do enjoy spending time with you."

Oh, that little praise of yours was like balm to his ego. Bateman grinned haughtily and gave you a devious glance. "Of course you do," his low chuckle, the way he smiled as if he already had you in his hands, only caused more anger to build up in your chest, but you managed to keep your composure. "I doubt your dear friend will ever be able to take you to the places I have... do they even know about it? About all the dinners, launches...dates we've had?"

"They weren't dates!" You retorted and quickly got to your feet to face him, and even though you tried to look confident next to him, his looming figure still made you weak in the knees. "We never kissed, we never... I never even thought about it!"

"Really?"

A broad, foxy smile still played on his smug face, and it became even more cheeky as he took a step closer to you, almost brushing your noses. The unexpected closeness hit you like a sunstroke in the middle of fall, it was abnormal and you didn't even know how to react. Patrick's lips were only a few inches away from yours, they looked so plump and kissable, but then you shook off all the little thoughts about how his lips would feel when the two of you finally kissed.

"Patrick, we can't," you turned your head to the side in protest at the last moment, and Bateman pecked your cheek instead. "Uh...listen..."

"No, you listen to me," the man cut you off and placed both hands on your shoulders, their weight feeling oddly comforting, almost euphoric. "You say you need them so much, yet you keep seeing me," his words were only a whisper as he drew near your ear, the heat of his steady breathing scorching your skin. "Something's definitely not right. Don't you think so?"

Your mind was a total mess, at some point you even felt disgusted because Patrick was right. Your current relationship had come to a standstill, and your partner wasn't really trying to fix it. Such relationships were only draining, but did you really know Bateman well? What kind of man was he? Money and wealth could make almost any person act like a master of the world, but the nature of Patrick's arrogance was different and twisted.

Tilting his head to the side, Bateman tittered and slowly, almost imperceptibly, pressed the knuckles of his hand against your cheek. "I know you have a big heart, darling," he muttered, leaning closer, his thumb tracing invisible spirals along your jawline. "And I know you even care about people like your partner, but they don't deserve it, believe me. It will do them good... if you gently tell them that it is all over. You don't want them to get bruised, right?"

Why did his words sound so... disturbing?

Ignoring the knotting feeling in your stomach, you didn't flinch and let him plant another kiss on your burning cheek, the sweet scent of his cologne wafting around you like a cobweb, binding you to him and you could swear you were literally paralyzed for a moment.

"I need... I need some time to think things over," you finally managed to say, raising your dizzy eyes to his walnut ones. "If you really...are interested in me, I hope you will understand and give me some space."

He hummed at first, but didn't remove his hand from your face; in fact, he placed another hand on the back of your neck to hold you in place. Then the man pulled you closer so that you nestled against his strong chest as he hugged you tightly.

"Well, hmmm, I guess you're right," Patrick's heart was thumping against his ribcage and you could literally feel it, somehow surprised that men like him could have hearts at all. "But don't make me wait long."

And there you fell into this man's trap.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my writing community to know when I update!💞

[ratbefriender]

9 people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @13eyond13 thank you!! 🥰

1. Three ships

I absolutely have to mention the only two I've shipped with actual intensity and love in my heart, Lawlight from Death Note and Harrykim from Disco Elysium. And the third mention goes to Ronance (Robin and Nancy) from Stranger Things, which came close to giving me that feeling 💞

2. First ever ship

That's a hard question... Probably was from H*rry P*tter, but to be honest I didn't ship like, Hinny or whatever with nearly as much intensity as I shipped Ron with my own OC that I played in the HP roleplay community that I was in during my early teenage years. Ron's player became a friend of mine because of it. Now THEY were THE REAL OTP. No one will ever compare. I miss you, Lianne. None of you have any idea how iconic my OC Lianne was.

The first place could also go to BBC Johnlock... or to Hollstein from the webseries Carmilla... it depends... I'm not sure which ship I would say actually got me invested into shipping for the first time skjsjkd

3. Last song

Yesterday I played I Remember by Saint Saviour like a thousand times because it reminds me of one of my writing WIPs!

4. Last movie

I think my last movie was the Avatar sequel asgksjk. I watched it in 3D with my dad and he loved it.

5. Currently reading

I'm reading The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss which I borrowed from my dad <3

6. Currently watching

I recently finished the show Severance (very good) and it left a hole in me that, for some reason, I feel can be filled by rewatching Succession. So I think I'm gonna go do that soon!!!

7. Currently consuming

Nothing ❤️

8. Currently craving

Nothing either 💕 I truly have no idea what to respond to these ones

Tagging 9 mutchuals who I hope I'm not annoying 🥺 @loversgotalittledagger @thesoupisburning @haterloverliargirl @rita @hahnsplatinum @lightyaoigami @doityourselfbombs @kos-ire @femalecynic Do it if you want to!

[thefanficmonster]

Oh PLEASE i need hcs for a trans guy reader coming out to Dylan, Ryan, Kaitlyn, and Abi? Or maybe just some hcs for a trans male reader coming out to Dylan who they've been dating?

Awwww this is such an adorable idea! Enjoy the headcanons darling 💕

Pairings (can be read as either platonic or romantic): Dylan & Reader, Ryan & Reader, Kaitlyn & Reader, Abi & Reader [The Quarry]

Warnings: None :)

Genre: FLUFF

Dylan

You and Dylan entered a sort of tease-off the second you exchanged your names upon arrival

Ever since then, it’s been an endless teasing/mocking, friendly fire back-and-forth between the two of you

It helped that you’d constantly get paired up for activity supervision together so you’d snag more ammo for your tournaments

That’s not to say there haven’t been times where your teasing didn’t have seriousness to it

Childish as the two of you might be, you both know when to get serious

So when Dylan came out to you one night when the two of you stayed behind to clean up the aftermath of the bonfire gathering, you knew to lower the playful tone and increase your more mature side

How you’d landed on the topic is not something you remember, probably got led to it by some other tangentially related subject

Regardless, when you saw the glint of semi-fearful uncertainty in his eyes as the confession left his lips, you knew that as serious as you wanted to be, you needed to keep it light-hearted as to allow him the comfort you could tell he desperately needed

After all, that’s who the two of you were and anything but would throw your whole dynamic off-balance

So the conversation went a little something like this...

“I’m gay, you know.“

Your heart swelled with warmth, stomach filling with butterflies but your cool guy persona never slipped as you fauxed an eyeroll

“Wow, never would’ve guessed“ You drawled, gathering a few strewn about snack packets into the garbage bag in your hand

Dylan eye-rolled right back at you, the smile on his face back to being its confident self, his eyes shining with a more exhilarating emotion

You trusted the guy, it was hard not to

The second you kicked off your shenanigans you knew you’d found your person

Soulmates, you believe is the word

So, it didn’t take a lot of hesitation for you to make a confession of your own

“To even the playing field: I’m trans, you know.“

The confidence of his smile is replaced by something alike adoration even when he whips out your own guns against you, “Wow, never would’ve guessed”

It made you both laugh

“Jokes aside, good for you, man.“

“Thanks, Dyl. Good for you too.”

Ryan

It was a scorching July afternoon and you were helping Ryan with the sailboats and canoes so he’d have at least a sliver of chance of getting done with it by the time the dinner bell dinged

He was the mystery man of the camp, the talk amongst the counselors who liked to play guessing games about him like the students would about Patrick in the movie 10 Things I Hate About You

You participated at times though you weren’t too keen on digging into the guy’s bubble therefore you didn’t attempt to initiate any sort of personal conversation to try and get to know him

He did it for you

Surprising as it was, you didn’t bat an eye and had quite a nice time holding a conversation with him

You came to know plenty of things about him and vice versa

“I saw you the second day of orientation. You’re quite the sailor.“ He’d told you, the comment forcing your gaze away from the equipment you were packing up

You felt yourself get a bit flustered but didn’t let it bleed into your demeanor and speech

“Yeah, I actually applied for your position first and the writing course second. Can’t say I’m complaining I didn’t land the job but I do think I would’ve made a pretty good instructor.“ You even had it in you to wink, causing Ryan to laugh

Which was also the first time you’d heard that sound

“My, my, so we’re rivals, huh? What else you got up that sleeve of yours?“

“Tough luck, Erzahler. Why’d I tell my rival anything about myself?“ You quirked an eyebrow, getting a chuckle in response

“That’s fair, but how does a deal sound? I tell you my dirty laundry, you tell me yours?“

Now that’s something you couldn’t just pass up like come on! You’d get the inside scoop all the counselors have been hankering for

“The floor is yours.“

It landed you a pretty good picture of the guy

Where he grew up, where he lived, what he was planning on studying, some hobbies, his pet hamster (yes, he did show you a picture)

And then he got to the interesting part

“Relationship status: single and not exactly looking.“

Bummer

“If you were looking, what would you be looking for?“ You’re not one to beat around the bush, at least mot much

And he seemed to have caught on because he smirked, “A person around my age who enjoys podcasts and likes hamsters.”

Wonderful

“Your turn to hold up your end of the deal.“ He urged you, reminding you that he wasn’t doing a one-sided show-and-tell here; that you had to open up in return

You had no problem with it now that you felt like you knew him probably best among the counselors

When you got to the interesting part yourself, it sounded a lot like his, “Single pringle with intentions of mingling but it’s not like I’ll cry myself to sleep if I don’t find anyone. Speaking of, that someone better be able to appreciate classic movies and literature as well as a good romcom or else we won’t click.”

Ryan chuckled, “Some criteria you got there.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s not like you yourself are Mr. Picky either.” 

The whole time you were talking you’d been pondering of how to go about telling him you’re trans

Thus far in life, all people you’d come out to had been nothing short of supportive and loving

But none of them had been Ryan Erzahler yet so...

“Oh, and one more thing, I’m also trans.“ The plenty of pondering led to a simple approach that ended up working wonders for your comfort because there was no time for you to feel anxious

No, the second the words left your lips, Ryan’s turned his smirk into a smile

“You just keep getting cooler, don’t you?“

So Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome and Broody can flirt, huh?

“I like hamsters too.“ You aided your case, making him laugh

“Yeah, you just got even cooler.“

SCORE!

Kaitlyn

Kaitlyn and you have been a snarky pair of frenemies since day one

Take that in a more ‘friends’ than ‘enemies’ sense by the way

She found her match in your sarcasm and snarkiness and that clearly set her off

But at the end of the day, one would cave and sit next to the other around the bonfire with a s’more already prepared for them

Truth is, you had not formed a connection like that with anyone at camp yet

There was a great dose of comfort and safety to your dynamic because you understood one another like no one could ever

So, you wanted her to be the first one to know

“Hey!“ She greeted you upon entering the dining hall with the intention of helping you clean up, “You said you wanted to tell me something?“

“Yeah...“ your confidence levels had been bouncing up and down but regardless you decided to buy yourself some time by pointing out the obvious look of aggravation on her face, “What’s up with that scowl, grandma?“

That was what popped the cap off the shaken up soda bottle and sent Kaitlyn down a ranting spiral about how many brats there were in the group of kids she had taken fishing earlier that day

The theatrics with which she described all the trouble they landed themselves in, putting her in some hot water as well, damn near made you start tearing up from laughing so hard

“But anyways....“ her spiel came to an end eventually, with a heavy sigh at that, “What did you want to tell me?“

Oh....right

“Well, Kate, I’ve decided you’re finally worthy of being told this national secret, a conspiracy greater than you could ever imagine. I finally trust you enough to....“

“Bud, whatever it is, I’m sure it won’t beat the time you told me you don’t like Mad Max.“

“I’ll let you be the judge of that.“ You chuckled, putting away another plate, “I’m trans, that’s what I wanted to tell you.“

Her scowl lifted almost immediately as she looked up from where she was cleaning another table opposite you

“Oh this definitely beats it. In a good way.“ She clarified, giving you a smile that she had only reserved for very few occasions previous to this one, “Good for you, man, I��m proud of you...“ she trailed off for a second, her smile faltering as some realization hit her, “Wait, does everyone else know but me? You said you just now finally think you can tell me? Does that mean I’m the last to know?!“

Surprised but also amused by her reaction to a detail so small you yourself had not picket up on, all you could do was raise your hands up in surrender to oppose her wrath, “No, no, I was being dramatic, I swear. You’re actually the first to know.”

She seemed to drop the grudge right away, her easy sly smile that just screamed ‘that’s what I thought’ making a grand return to her features, “It better be that way or else I’m not making you s’mores for a week.”

“Oh, what a tragedy.“ You mused dramatically

And therefore earned yourself a plastic spoon thrown your way

Bottom line: that went well

Abi

Once you had finished you own activity for the day, you decided you had plenty of time before dinner and wanted nothing more than to pester the one person who you really could never truly pester

Abi

As annoying as you purposely tried to be, she’d always welcome you and your shenanigans with an eye-roll and an easy smile 

It’s no wonder you and her became so close so quickly

You helped her slowly inch her way out of her shell while she helped you stay true to yourself even when you were playing your outlandishly outgoing role to match the energy of your fellow counselors

With her, you could comfortably be 100% yourself

“Abs! I’m bored! Let’s do something fun!“ You whined, limbs noodle-like and limp due to the heat in contrast to your energetic tone as you entered the art cabin to find your favorite redhead

She was sat atop one of her desks, scribbling away in her sketchbook, a magenta curtain of curls preventing you from being able to see what she was drawing

“Sure, just give me a sec.“ She mumbled absentmindedly, not lifting her gaze from the white page

Before your unbridled curiosity could get the best out of you and make you sneak a peek at her drawing, she herself handed the sketchbook to you, “There! Now you’re officially a part of my collection.” She announced with that adorable sparkling smile lighting up her face and the vicinity around her

Accepting the handed item, your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw what was on the page

You, a portrait of you

You’d known she had started drawing you but you only saw the early stages of what is now an immaculate masterpiece, therefore you have every right to be absolutely stunned and flabbergasted by its beauty

You’d also known Abi would do you justice beyond belief, but she damn near turned you into a model

“Abs, this is amazing! Holy crap, I might need to use this as my Tinder profile photo.“ You said, making the girl laugh, “Scratch that, it would be catfishing.“

“Glad you like it, Y/N/N (A/N: your nickname). Now, before you take off running with my sketchbook, I’ll need you to sign it.“ She handed you a pen which you barely registered but managed to subconsciously take

Before you got an idea...

“Hey, you got a pink and a blue color pencil?“

Mildly confused, Abi nodded and handed you the requested colors

When you handed the sketchbook, pen and pencils back to her, you were nothing short of giddy with nerves and excitement as she took in the detail you’d added

You’d drawn a small trans pride flag at the top right corner of the page, on top of which you’d jotted down your signature

Looking up from the sketchbook and at you, the look of adoration in Abi’s eyes had your heart warming up.

You gave her a wink, “Trans pride, babe.”

Squealing with excitement, she threw her arms around you before you’d even noticed the distance between the two of you lessening

“That’s so great, Y/N! I’m so proud of you.“

Your own arms soon got the memo of what a hug is and returned Abi’s, resting your chin on top of your head as you let out a tiny relieved sigh, “Thanks Abs.”

Then again, did you really expect any other sort of reaction from this adorable human being? No. Didn’t think so

[hockeyboysimagines]

Hi! I love your fics!! Can I request a Nolan Patrick one where reader takes there kids to their first game? If you don’t do that kind I completely understand!!

Okay but this is such a cute idea and I love this. Thanks for the request love! -💕

Nolan usually got pretty amped up before games, and though he didn’t have much to say he was always fired up on the inside.

But this game was different.

Tonight his kids would be seeing him play hockey live for the first time.

When Covid hit, And hockey went on a stand still his kids and Y/N were devastated. James had been 2 and Matthew had just been born, leaving Y/N sideline at home. It had never worked out that they had been able to see Nolan play, and between summers and the trade it was driving James crazy. When fans were allowed back, they had elected to keep them home for basic safety.

But they had surprised them, and the kids were ecstatic. The game wasn’t till 7 but they had been bouncing off the walls since 9 am.

“Your kids coming tonight buddy?” Alex asked as they began getting dressed.

“Yeah. They’ve been freaking out about it all day.” He answered with a chuckle. His house had been a circus, the boys going absolutely wild for most of the afternoon.

“First game huh?” Nolan nodded and smiled.

“That’s awesome man! Hopefully we can get a win for them.”

As they took to the ice, Nolan found them immediately. The boys were both wearing jerseys that said “PATRICK” across the back. He’d never seen them smile bigger, not even on Christmas.

They both started waving frantically when they saw him. He gave them both a wave and lobbed a puck at the glass making them scream. Y/N shook her head and smiled. She had been frazzled for most of the day, faced with the task of wrangling two rowdy boys on her own but their smiles made it all worth it.

“Mommy did you see that?! Did you?!” James asked excitedly, a smile spreading across his face showing all of his missing teeth.

“Big fans huh?” She turned to find an older couple smiling kindly as they watched warmups. More and more teammates had come to the glass, shooting pucks or giving it a good body check.

“You could say that.” She said with a small smile.

Matthew turned to ask a question when the older man asked him “Is Nolan Patrick your favorite player?”

“Well he has to be. He’s my dad!”

VGK did win the game. It had been a pretty physical game, lots of hit and even a fight, that went to a nail biting shootout giving Vegas the win. Matthew was asleep as they made their way to the parking garage, draped over Nolan’s shoulders. James was bouncing along, holding his moms hand.

As they buckled them in Matthew stirred, and blinked sleepily at him.

“Your the best player in the world daddy. I love you.” And then promptly fell back to sleep. Nolan was smiling a tired but contented smile at her. She knew how much it meant to Nolan that his kids were there that night and she only hoped that one day they could watch them follow in his foot steps.

“How’s it feel to be a superhero Nolan Patrick?” She asked as they quietly shut the doors and he loaded his stuff into the back of the car.

“Couldn’t be a superhero without you.”

“Come on.” She said standing on tip toe to give him a kiss “Let’s go home. Work on baby number 3.”

[into-crazy]

Hey there Des☺️💜 So, I saw your answer of the WIP game and now I'm curious. Would you mind telling me about some of your pieces?🥺 Only if you like, of course. How about "make waves", "honey bear", "White Opal Eyes" and "short girl problems". Haha, the last one sounds too relatable😅🤭 I'm thinking of you and sending you soooo much love. Please take good care of yourself💜💜💜

Oh my gosh HIIII SUE😄💖💖💖 How are you doing darling? I hope that you are doing well🥺😌💕

Ah jeez, you sure picked some interesting titles. Man have I got some things to say about those ones😅

So "make waves" is a ledger!joker x female reader fic. It's a bit of a soft smut involving J and the reader in the bath tub together ~wink wink~ aha

I haven't gotten that far into it so I really don't have anything worth sharing just yet so I'm gonna leave it at that.

Now "honey bear" is a Patrick Verona x reader fic that I have been brainstorming but never actually got around to writing. It's currently the first and only idea that I have for Patrick. I don't know where I was quite going with it, and I don't know if I'll get around to writing it out. But I'll never say never.

Below is basically all I've got with it:

Cold and rainy weather had swept into the valley this weekend.

A bear that loves her honey. And every part of Patrick was filled with the sweet, golden rich substance.

Alright now "White Opal Eyes" was a Eddie Brock x Female Reader series that I was working on about three years ago. Yeah.. I know.. And it's sat completely untouched in my files for that long too!! I only ever got up to four parts with it. But around the time I was writing that fourth part, I got more interested and invested in other characters/fandoms. Eventually, I just stopped writing it and I haven't went back to continue writing it. Anyways, it was a super cutesy series and I had a lot of fun writing it. Occasionally I still go back to read it over, so that I can reminisce on what the days were like at the time I was writing it. As for the writing itself, it's very.. bad😅 I'll say that my writing has definitely improved a lot since then. Nevertheless, I'm holding onto it for sentimental purposes.

Here is a little snippet from Part 4:

You had seen a news article on a strange sighting in the city. There were a few other claims and even news casts on it. Stories of a creature made of a dark substance feeding on bodies before disappearing into the night. You brought it up with Eddie, "Have you heard about the sightings in the city?"

"On what?" He asked curiously.

"The black, substance-like one that eats the residents of the city."

Eddie catches a cough in his throat.

She's heard of us.

"Oh that one," he continued, "yeah I've read about it, it made quite the story back at the news station."

"It's pretty crazy, do you believe it?" You asked.

"I-I'm not too sure," he pauses, "Although I'd like to find out more about it."

You're such a liar. No one likes a liar, Eddie.

"Do you believe it?" He looked at you, eyes wide with curiosity.

"I haven't figured it out yet, I've been reading up on it."

Eddie was little nervous now that you read about the symbiote. And he was even more uneasy because Venom was even more pushy on wanting to reveal itself to you. But it read Eddie's mind, and respected his wishes to stay hidden. In time.

As for "short girl problems🥺" I'd say it's pretty self explanatory. But I will say that they are a little more personal, and I've based them off of my own experiences. Although I'd think that a lot of other's can relate to them. I don't want to give too much of the details about it away and I am not completely certain with which character I want to write it for. I will say that I am leaning towards a certain clown with long, greasy green locks and messy greasepaint👀👀

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN!!💖💖💖 I really appreciate you and this ask😌🥰

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Someone on Tiktok made a Sun-inspired drink recently and it got me thinking, if you were to make a an OC-inspired drink or two, what would they contain/be made of? 🤔💕

AIGHT SO. I was putting this off for a long time because I had to consult Pinterest really rack my brain to come up with ideas. But I really like the idea of OC drinks, so I wanted to try to come up with some good ones.

Mina: Blackberry Bramble

Riley: Spiced Honey Bourbon

Rags: Raspberry Ginger Float https://www.pinterest.com/pin/182395853650983721/

Kenni: Blue herbal tea latte w/ milk

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/31525266132387739/

Colby: Blue Lagoon cocktail

Lito: Ocean Breeze cocktail

Fritz: Chocolate-mint shake

Devin: Honeycrisp apple Sangria

Balthazar (I don't think I've officially introduced him yet oops): Matcha berry smoothie

Mikhail: Black Magic Martini

Seth (and Nova): Galaxy cocktail

Jamie (or Inzi): Blueberry Lemon; alcohol optional

...That's all I got for now, I may go back and add to this if I find any more!

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The Bower’s Gang Gets Jealous Of Their S/O’s Best Guy Friend

Request: Anonymous: Can I make a request, if you don't mind? ♡ HC for Bowers Gang (all or individually, you can choose) in which the reader is their SO and they have a good male friend that they're always gushing about (he's so talented, sweet, etc.) and their Bowers boyfriend is jealous?? I'm sorry if you have a ton of requests already ♡♡

A/N: Sorry this took so damn long my dude between school and recording and editing the podcast my writing kind of took a back seat and I feel so bad about that. But I am gonna go on a writing spree tonight and throughout the week to make up for that.💕

Warnings:None

Henry 

He tries to ignore it at first

But then you just go on and on

Josh this and Josh that

And he needs to do something before he absolutely snaps at you

Because he is just not in the mood for a fight

Next time Josh is around Henry gets EXTRA possessive

Arm around you, pulling you close

And being especially douchey and hostile to Josh

You quickly pick up on what is happening 

And thinks it’s so cute that he’s jealous

You quickly inform him Josh has an s/o of hi sown

And then he feels like an idiot

But can you blame him

The boy has abandonment issues

So jealousy can raise issues if not taken care of in its early stages

But after reassuring him you are all his just give him some extra attention

And get all cutesy and raise your boy’s ego a bit

Compliments and sweet nothings galore

And then all will be good

Patrick

Chris 

Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris

That’s all you ever talked about lately

And Patrick was sick of it

Why did this puppet have against his God of a self?

He wanted to kill him

But that would piss you off to much

And he didn’t wanna deal with your reaction

Next time you see Chris Patrick unleashes his plan

Essentially he just shoves his tongue down your throat 

And makes Chris really uncomfortable so he leaves

He gets his Cheshire grin when Chris leaves

Despite you telling Patrick he had nothing to worry about he doesn’t listen

That night he “shows you” that you’re “his”

Vic

Matt 

Stupid fucking Matt

If he had to hear one more thing about Matt he was gonna explode

Anytime Matt came around Vic got super snarky

Like even more snarky than usual

At first you figured it was just some front

But then you knew exactly what it was

There may be a small fight between the two of you

Depending on how long it take for you to see how jealous your boy is

If a fight breaks out it is best to just wait it out

If not then just sit Vic down and reassure him 

Just lots of kisses and cuddles

And he’ll be back around your finger in no time

Belch

Reggie rarely got insecure

But hearing you go on and on about Mike

Damn it was driving him insane

When you notice a shift in his attitude

You ask him what’s up

As soon as he tells you, you feel terrible

Telling him Mike had his own relationship

And even if he didn’t you wanted him

And only him

You couldn’t see yourself with anyone else, but Reggie

And that was the truth

Soon everything sorted itself back out

You quickly re raised your boy’s self esteem 

And he slept with a smile on his face 

With you in his arms