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Patrick X Reader

(Y/N) was absolutely sick and tired of her brother interfering with her life. “I don’t want you hanging around my friends anymore.” Victor sighed. “Why not?” She furrowed her brows. “Because you’re a girl and they’re them and guys have already started chasing after you. I’m not having any of it.” Vic had always been overprotective but this was a step too far.

She always hung out with them, Why was it different now? Just because over He summer she grew tits and when she grew, her frame became more petit? That was outrageous. She had been friends with the Bowers Gang for two years and even though she was attractive these days, never meant she couldn’t hang out anymore. Did it?

She hadn’t seen the gang in over three weeks and it killed her. Ever since she started to become more womanly, being a year younger than them, Vic made sure they never saw her.

“Hey Vic where’s (Y/N)? I have to show her this new album-“ “she’s not hanging out with us anymore.” Vic interrupted Belch. “How come?” Henry asked, missing his partner in crime, which was pranking Victor. “Because I said so.” Victor sighed.

“So you’re not allowed to talk to her.” He stared at Patrick, who they all knew wouldn’t listen. Patrick let his curiosity get the best of him, “Why not?” He kept pestering Victor. “Because I don’t want her around you guys anymore!” He shouted.

They all went quiet. Patrick and Henry both confused as to his sudden sour behaviour. Their sister was the fun Criss sibling. She helped Belch with his car and they swapped metal albums, she and Patrick set fires all the time and Henry and (Y/N) pranked Victor and the Losers, by putting honey in their hair or painting their bikes bright pink.

She truly was the brains behind each operation. “You’re no fun.” Patrick leered.
*
“Vic, if you fucking lock me in here, I’ll climb out the window and tell them about your little crush!” She yelled through the door. “No you wouldn’t! If you do, I’ll-“ he trailed off. She hummed through the door, snickering. “You’re so fucked.” She laughed to herself.

He opened the door and stared at her, “I won’t lock you in, just promise me you won’t come to the shed? And if you hear the door opening, run back to your room! If it’s me I’ll let you know but if it’s not, don’t leave your room.” He said.

“Jesus you’re acting like I’m a fugitive.” She huffed. “They’re my friends too!” She fought back. “Not anymore.” He closed the door in her face, walking away. She groaned to herself and laid on her bed. She took out her homework and began.

Not even ten long minutes later she heard an extremely familiar laugh outside her window. Turning to see, she peered out of the window, the dark haired boy was scaring her brother with his lighter and a can of hairspray.

Chuckling to herself, she missed playing with fire with Patrick, she missed pranks with Henry and she definitely missed rocking out and working on cars with Belch. She noticed Patrick glance up at her window, he spotted her and she dropped down, hiding.

Patrick smirked to himself and continued to walk to the shed, looking back a few times to try and spot the (Y/H/C) haired girl. They all missed her and Vic still gave no reason as to why they couldn’t hang out with her anymore.

Henry wrestled Belch for something, no one really knew what it was about but Patrick just kept to himself, Vic went on about how they should do something fun. “Hang out with your sister.” Henry groaned. Vic glared, “no.”

“But she had all the great ideas…” Belch sighed. “Too fucking bad.” Vic rubbed his eyes. “Why don’t we just find something to shoot?” Henry asked. “We are not shooting anything here. Last time you got a bullet in the porch. I don’t know how but you did.” Victor said pointedly at Belch who snickered.

“Can you at least ask your sister for an idea?” Henry shrugged and Vic shook his head, “she’s not home.” Vic lied. Patrick knew. Of course they enjoyed Vic’s company as he was just as sadistic as they were but his sister was the best.

She snuck them into places, she covered for them, she came up with the best plans to terrorise kids. Growing up with the Bowers Gang really made her who she is, another bully such as themselves. She taught Patrick how to pick locks, she taught Henry how to tie ropes properly, she taught Belch how to fix a radio antenna and she taught Vic how to be resourceful.

“Okay Vic… We won’t go near her but can you just tell us why you don’t want us hanging out with her?” Belch asked. “It doesn’t matter.” He said. “Yes, yes it does!” Henry said. Vic sighed and leaned against the door, “all the guys at school have started going after her and I don’t want you guys to go after her. No offence but I don’t like how guys act around my sister and the shit they say, so you guys would be worse.” His voice was low and the guys looked to each-other.

“We wouldn’t.” Henry promised. “I still won’t risk it.” He said. Patrick’s mind was working overtime, how hot could she be for Victor to keep her away from them? He started dividing a plan to see her without Vic being suspicious. He waited for a few hours of drinking and joking. “I’m gonna go take a piss,” he stood up and started towards the house. Victor didn’t think much of it, or at least he didn’t think much at all seeing as he was tipsy and didn’t know what was going on.

Patrick sauntered up to the house, opened the front door and looked around. (Y/N) was sitting in her room when she heard the door open. She didn’t care much for it seeing as nothing had seemed to matter to her. She heard a knock on her door and furrowed her brows. She stood up and turned he door knob, expecting Victor, she rolled her eyes.

The door opened to reveal Patrick standing almost a foot taller than her. “Hey.” Her eyes widened. He snickered, “hey… God, you’re brother’s an idiot.” Patrick muttered. “I know.” She chuckled. “You know you’re not supposed to be talking to me right?” She asked, hands on her hips, which to Patrick’s observation had grown nicely in proportion to her petit body.

“So? He’s piss drunk.” Patrick nodded towards the window which outside of it was Victor, passed out on the grass. “Holy shit.” She muttered, pressing her hand against Patrick’s chest and moving past him. She walked out of the house and towards her brother who lay on the ground, sleeping.

“Mom’s gonna kill you, you piece of shit…” she groaned. Gaining the attention of the other members of the gang who, upon hearing her voice rushed to the door. Their eyes were met with a petit, (Y/H/C) haired figure dressed in boots, jeans and a loose top, behind her stood Patrick almost protectively behind her, like he had followed her.

She squatted beside her brother and slapped his cheek, he snored louder. (Y/N)?” Belch asked and she looked up to them. Belch was like another brother to her which confused her as to why he of all people would be an issue. She watched as Henry’s eyes grazed over her almost in approval. “I get it now.” Belch chuckled.

She sneered and flipped him off. A smirk crossed over Patrick’s lips. “Help me get him inside.” She sighed. “Henry and Belch picked up Vic together and followed (Y/N) into their house. “Just on his bed.” She muttered, opening her brother’s bedroom door. “What now?” Belch asked, throwing Victors legs onto the bed after the rest of him.

“How should I know? It was your play date.” She stated. “We could all hang out?” Belch suggested. (Y/N) smirked, her eyes moving to Patrick’s. “Why the fuck not?” She chuckled. “Our parents won’t be home for hours and I have something for you to work on!” She gestured to Belch who’s grin spread.

As she lead them out back into the shed, Patrick’s eyes wandered down her body, examining her. Henry shoved him, “We promised Vic.” Henry warned. “You did. I didn’t promise anything.” Patrick whispered with a wink. “If anything, now that you’re hot, it would make sense if you hung out with us cause ya know, more pipsqueaks to pick on cause they’d come for ya.” Belch talked a lot that afternoon.

More than any of them had wished. “Check it out.” She ripped the blanket off of an old motorbike in the shed. Belch’s eyes formed hearts as he looked at the bike. “It’s yours. I stole it but I never really wanted it.” She placed her hands on her hips again, Patrick’s eyes following the curves of her body as her hands pinned the fabric to her.

Victor found his eyes fluttering open in a familiar room. He questioned how he got there and why his mouth tasted like bile. He looked around and he was alone. The only sign his friends had still been there was that he could hear the heavy metal music from the shed. He staggered to his feet. Why were they still here if he wasn’t with them, he thought.

His eyes darted to the door, ripping it open and walking to his sisters room. The door was open and she wasn’t inside. He stormed outside as quick as he could and found himself in the doorway, finding it empty. He heard Patrick’s laugh from behind the shed, he ran around to find his sister playing with Patrick’s makeshift flamethrower.

“Y/N!” He groaned. She spun on her heel. “Hey Vic, nice sleep?” She rolled her eyes. Handing the hairspray and lighter to Patrick, who licked his lips. “I told you guys not to hang out with my sister! And to stay away from those guys!” He shouted. “Vic calm down! It’s just like old times! She’s like a sister to us.” Henry put his hands up in defence.

Vic’s eyes travelled to Patrick whose eyes were glued to his sisters ass. Patrick’s eyes snapped up, “okay… But you can’t hang out with Patrick without any of us present.” Victor muttered. Patrick and (Y/N) both rolled their eyes. “Whatever.” She said taking the hairspray and lighter from Patrick’s hands once more, aiming it at Victor who backed away.

“Fuck not this again.” He groaned. “C’mon lets just do something fun.” He pleaded. “This is fun.” Patrick and (Y/N) said in unison.

*

(Y/N) was glad to have her old life back and her old friends, Patrick being the pervert he is was always staring and he jokingly touched or made comments in front of Vic, who was always uneasy. But she always reminded Vic that dating was a two way street and he didn’t have to worry but he always countered with that same sentence maybe modified in the slightest, “yeah but with Patrick it doesn’t have to be.”

He was right but she had to admit, it was obvious that she thought that Hockstetter boy was attractive, but only obvious to Patrick. Who always brought it up when no one was paying attention. “You’ve got wandering eyes, girlie…” He would snicker, leering at her and licking his lips. Ever since she was 13, she knew Patrick was attractive, he had started to grow taller, his hair grew out and he slimmed down extremely. He finally fit into his bone structure.

“And you have wandering hands, Hockstetter.” She would whisper. After a week or two everyone died down about not letting (Y/N) and Patrick hang out alone, after all they were the pyromaniacs of the group. Vic didn’t condone them being alone outside of school but because they had two classes together, without the rest of the gang, he eased up a bit.

(Y/N) actually convinced the guys to attend some classes each week. Patrick was easy to convince, after all she was bumped up a grade and had English and Math with Patrick, which she actually liked both subjects, he did not. She did his homework sometimes when she was bored.

She usually did Victor’s homework as well, Victor, Belch and Henry were always the loudest and most obnoxious in school but Patrick just let the class drone on. Which is the reason he never got in trouble for never completing exams, assignments or homework. The teacher knew (Y/N) was doing Patrick’s homework because of the handwriting being a little too neat for Patrick.

Today was like any other, it was three minutes before English started and she was replacing the books in her arms at her locker. Patrick showed up at her locker to escort her to their class whilst Vic walked the other way, his chest beating faster at the lack of a chaperone for the two.

“You ready?” He cocked an eyebrow. “You don’t even get to ask that, you don’t pay attention anyway.” She grinned. “Touché… Anyway…” He wrapped his arm around her waist and she pulled away looking around. “Oh relax your brothers gone and besides, I have to escort you the proper way. Vic doesn’t want you in any trouble…” Patrick winked.

Her cheeks heated up. “Okay ‘handsy’…” She teased. She enjoyed the feeling of his hand resting on her waist, pulling her close. She loved the smell of his cologne ripping through her senses. The warmth of their bodies in such close proximity. Her heart beat faster against her rib cage the feeling reminded her of a real bird in a cage, flapping its wings to escape.

He opened the door for her, the class’s attention turned to them as they noticed his hand on the small of her back, leading her inside. He pulled his hand away and they sat in the back of the classroom in the far corner away from the door.

He silently pulled his desk closer to hers which was closest to the window. A few students noticed but as he eyed them, their eyes fluttered back to the front quickly. His left hand rested on her thigh and his right hand drew patterns on the desk with a pen.

His hand was cold against her skin but she liked the contrast. She watched as his eyes followed the tip of the pencil, drawing detailed depictions of trees. His hair fallen into his eyes, he removed his hand from her thigh and placed the hair behind his left ear, leaving the other side covered in hair.

His hand found its way back to her thigh as if it were hers and he just borrowed it. Her cheeks were heating up with every brushstroke the pad of his thumb did over her exposed thigh. He moved his hand closer to the inner side of her thigh, gripping it tightly.

It hurt a little, her slight discomfort made him smirk. He leaned back in his chair and put the pen down, acting as casual as he could. He loosened his grip on her thigh, allowing her to release a pained breath. His hand lingered on her inner thigh for the rest of the class, light strokes with the pad of his thumb.

After class, he rested his hand on the small of her back once more guiding her to her locker. When he saw Vic at his own locker he moved his hand and moved past (Y/N). “How was class?” Vic asked her, studying her cheeks suspiciously. Their average pink hue had transformed into a glowing red.

“It was good. Patrick has a knack for telling jokes.” She lied as she noticed Vic taking in her features. “Should we head out?” Belch asked and they all nodded. Vic slightly relieved had it had been laughter that caused her reddened cheeks.

They all drifted towards Belch’s car. Patrick and (Y/N) conversed with their eyes to sit together. Both rushing ahead of Victor as casually as possible, she slid into the far end of He car and Patrick slid in after her, Belch got in the drivers seat and Henry got in the passengers seat.

Vic sauntered in, too busy with his thoughts to notice who he was next to but when he did all he could do at that point was watch them carefully when he could. They reached their favourite parking lot and Belch pulled in. The west parking lot of the mall was practically deserted, it was always like this seeing as people only used the south parking lot.

Patrick climbed out after (Y/N), Vic followed closely. Out of the car, Henry and Belch grabbed out the three fold out chairs they brought. (Y/N) climbed on top of the hood of the car and sat with her back against the windscreen, facing the rest of the group, Patrick followed suit, sitting beside her. He pulled out hi pack of cigarette’s from his pocket and took one out, handing it to her and takin one for himself.

She delicately placed it between her lips, he lightly pulled her closer, lighter in hand, he cupped his hands gingerly around the cigarette in her mouth, lighting the cigarette. He placed his own in. his mouth and she lit his for her. The smirk on his face sad it all. He wanted her and she anted him. Victor’s knuckles turned white as he watched them. Henry leaned over in Vic’s ear, “just fucking let it be. She’s happy.” Victor was shocked by the advice from Henry of all people but he knew he was right.

But no matter what he would never trust Patrick with his sister. “Just enjoy yourself. She is.” Belch chuckled alongside him. Vic allowed himself to take his eyes off of the two on the hood of the car and actually enjoy himself. Patrick and (Y/N) were talking about what would happen if someone was to light someone’s hair on fire and how it would react.

“It definitely wouldn’t work like the cartoons, hair is a different fibre to paper obviously and it has natural oils and stuff so I doubt it would burn well.” She breathed and he stared at her. “I guess we could always find out.” The smirk on his face terrified her. “Patrick, we are not lighting anyone’s hair on fire.” She stated. “Not anyones…” He chuckled, flicking his lighter amusedly.

“Yours.” He smirked viciously. “Patrick no.” She chuckled, thinking he was kidding. “C’mere.” He motioned closer to him. “No fucking way.” She said. “I’ll just have to come get you.” He sighed, leaning closer to her. She jumped off the bonnet of the car and backed away. “Patrick, stop it’s not funny.” She frowned. “It isn’t supposed to be.” He teased.

And thats how it began, he slid off of the bonnet and stalked her slowly, flicking his lighter in a joking manner. “Come here!” He cooed and she walked faster away. The group watched from their seats. Vic stifled a laugh, he enjoyed this more than them sitting together peacefully. She developed her steps, running from him now, he gave chase. Around the parking lot they went. She stopped at a large power pole and so did he, tragically the same one.

She took off again but he grabbed her and pulled her back by the waist, only Henry and Belch were watching by now. Vic had been in the car gathering some more beer. She squealed and squirmed. “Hold still.” He chuckled. He lifted her up and pulled her back close to his front. “Patrick!” She squirmed some more and he just smiled his delicately mischievous smile. He turned her around to see him, her cheeks were pink, her lips were a similar colour, only darker and deeper.

She stopped squirming as both of their faces appeared serious, his hand on the small of her back, pulling her into him, the other hand held the flicking lighter, which he dropped by his side slightly. He looked into her eyes, his eyes fluttered down to her lips, delicate and soft, bright and succulent, she looked as if she just made-out with someone.

He pressed his lips to hers quickly and passionately. Henry and Belch’s mouths hung open and they looked at each-other. “Fuck.” Henry breathed. “He can’t know.” Belch added. Henry stood up and walked towards where Vic had been looking for more cigarettes in the backseat. “Hey Vic, I think my knife dropped down there, can you have a look, while you’re at it?” Vic hummed in agreement.

Patrick’s tongue slithered across her bottom lip. He pulled away, taking in her appearance, her cheeks had reddened and her lips had too. She liked the way his lips looked when he’d been kissing. From their natural shade to a lovely swollen red. Belch was motioning for them to get back and sit down, pointing at Vic who had just gotten up from the car.

“You’re so annoying, Patrick. I thought you were actually gonna burn my hair!” She covered and he chuckled in response. He would’ve pretended to if it hadn’t been for the welcome mats on her lips. Sitting on top of the car again, closer this time, she had her had rested beside her and he sneakily placed his onto hers, lacing his fingers with hers.

That night, the five teens sat in that parking lot, downing bottles of beer and smoking cigarettes. Patrick and (Y/N) were leaning against each-other. She loved the feeling of him beside her, she loved how much of a rush it was almost getting caught by Vic. By the end of the night, all but Belch were reasonably drunk and tired. Dropping off Henry first, then Vic and (Y/N) where Vic was too drunk to understand where they were. That was Vic’s problem, he was a lightweight, so much so that by the ed of the night, he had drawings all over his face in marker.

Patrick said he’d escort (Y/N) to her room and Vic as well, but Belch was given the signal from Patrick to leave. After dropping Vic into his room and watching him pass out, Patrick and (Y/N) watched each other carefully in the others company. Patrick made the first move, closing her bedroom door. He turned back to her and removed his shirt. She stared at him and she removed hers, she hated their distance and walked closer as quick as she could, he picked her up by the waist and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He pressed her against the wall in their position, his lips attacked her neck fiercely, his teeth scraping against the skin of her neck. “Patrick, Vic is gonna see that…” She warned breathless. He hummed into her neck and moved down to her chest. He carried her to the bed and laid her down, he lowered himself and began sucking on the skin of her diaphragm. Her fingers curled into his hair as he moved delicately towards the line of her underwear, the bruises had already started to appear. “Y/N?” They heard at the door, Patrick’s head shooting up at the noise. “Hang on. I"m getting changed.” She breathed. Patrick went and hid behind the door, she put on one of her other clean shirts and opened the door slightly.

“Hey, what’s up?” She said as calmly as possible. “I was thinking and I guess it would be okay if you got close to Patrick, you’re your own person and yeah…” He trailed off as his eyelids drooped. “Okay, thank you. Get some sleep, she guided him back to his room and turned on her heel. She closed the door and Patrick stood there smirking. He tackled her to the bed again. “Now where were we?” He cocked an eyebrow and grazed his lips down her body.

*
The next day Vic had made it clear to not have taken any advice from himself last night after she told him what he had said. “You can not get close to him. Especially not him…” He yawned. “I know, you were just pretty drunk last night thought you should know.” She smiled and walked away from him. Fuck.

At school, Patrick and her did what they always did, hung around by her locker. His eyes undressing her at every opportunity he got. “Vic was too drunk last night, don’t mind what he said.” She sighed and he snickered, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “I like it risky.” His tongue ran up the outer shell of her ear and he walked away.

She followed him inconspicuously, he lead her to the janitorial closet, where they sent first period, leaving marks across each others bodies. His just in sight the one stubborn one, peaking from his shirt and hers nowhere to be found when she put her shirt back on.

For the few weeks that followed, Vic was oblivious to the fact that the whole school knew it. He heard whispers but didn’t care because that’s what school did. He knew they were just saying Patrick and his sister were dating because of their friendship. Belch and Henry made sure the coast was clear during class make-outs when they skipped class. Belch at one intersection and Henry at the other.

Except when Patrick’s shirt exposed his skin mid-fight with the Losers Vic shoved Patrick. “What the hell?” Henry shouted. the Losers stood there in awe. “Are you fucking around with my sister?!” Vic shouted in Patrick’s face. “No!” Patrick rolled his eyes. He was a good liar but Vic knew this. “Then who the fuck gave you hickey’s?” Vic asked, pulled the collar of Patrick’s shirt aside to reveal the dark bruise.

“Your mom probably.” Richie Tozier muttered from behind them. Vic tuned and socked him one, turning back to Patrick. “It’s not your sister!” Patrick defended. At that moment (Y/N) walked out to see them, she stopped when all eyes were on her. She saw Patrick and Victor in conflict, Victor pointing to the hickey on his collarbone. Little did Vic know that she too was a fantastic liar and she was a quick thinker. “Oh your mistress… She at it again?” She winked. “What?” She asked Vic who loosened his grip on Patrick’s shirt. “What’s up with you?” She asked. “He thought you were giving Patrick the hickey’s.” Henry choked.

“Jesus christ, Vic you’re so stupid.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m not comfortable with you hanging out with us anymore.” Vic said.
*
The next week, Patrick found himself hopeless. He could only see her in class or when he snuck in through her window and spent nights, making sure to leave before morning. Some nights, if he was late and she was already asleep, he just climbed in bed beside her. Vic didn’t care how miserable everyone was just as long as Patrick’s hands were no where near her. He still hadn’t known about what they were capable of getting away with during English and Math.

Nor had he known that Patrick almost always spent the night in their home. Until that Friday. The school dance. Vic was chaperoning (Y/N) because she really wanted to go so Patrick went, along with Belch and henry, they hadn’t wanted to but they did, knowing that Victor and Patrick would lock horns. Patrick, Victor, Belch and Henry sat in the far corner, (Y/N) making sure she could see Patrick and vice-versa.

Patrick got up to go outside but was pulled back down by Henry. “Dude, where are you going?” He asked. “For a smoke. I don’t want to be here.” He rolled his eyes. Henry sighed. Henry never liked romance but god dammit, if his night would be ruined by Patrick moping because no matter if they were in the same room or not, he couldn’t touch her nor talk to her. “Vic, stop being a fucking asshole and let Patrick talk to her.” Henry’s words caught Victor by surprise. “What?” He asked.

“Fucking hell, Patrick, just go.” Henry muttered, wanting to get out of there as quick as he could. He held Vic down as they all watched Patrick approach the (Y/H/C) haired girl. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to him, his lips were hungry for hers. He pressed his lips against hers roughly. He hadn’t been over to her house in two days and was beginning to experience withdrawal symptoms.

Vic squirmed as he was forced to watch the interaction between his manic friend and his innocent sister. he felt worse when she didn’t pull away. “What the fuck?” Vic asked trying to walk to them but Henry and Belch grabbed his arms. By this point everyone was staring at the couple in the corner making out. “Vic, if you make a scene, we will not hesitate to leave you behind to walk home.” Belch muttered in his ear. Patrick pulled her over to the group, stopping when he noticed Victor wasn’t restrained.

“What the fuck?” Victor stared. “Vic…” She said warily. “I can’t fucking believe it. I was so fucking stupid… I shoulda seen it!” He pounded his pal. against his forehead. “How long?” He asked, mouth hanging open. “Four weeks.” Patrick said. Vic’s fists began to shake. “Let’s take this outside.” (Y/N) muttered. Walking outside, being held back by Henry and Belch, Vic shook them free. “Are you fucking kidding me? After I told you not to go near him in any way and give him any wrong ideas, you did, on purpose, behind my back for weeks!? I thought I was being clear when I said not him?” Vic was yelling at his sister, who stood there unaffected by his rage.

“Vic, you’re acting like a child…” She scoffed. “Also, didn’t you fuck her friend Alice last week?” Belch added gasoline to the fire. “You did what?” (Y/N) raised her eyebrows. “Fucking double-standards. I even said don’t be weird around her and to not be a flirty asshole!? You’re the reason she hangs out with Gretta now!” She yelled back. Patrick couldn’t help but stifle a smile. “because of you, I can’t hang out with my friends, the only people I fit in with, mind you. And now I can’t be around the guy I like? And then you fuck my best-friend? You might just be the worst brother in the world!” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m sorry okay?! I just know what he’s like! He gropes girls, he’s a flirtacious fuck, pretty sure he’s crazy and he gets way to into violence… So I’m sorry if I didn’t want you around such a fucking psychopath!” Victor shot. “Fuck you.” Patrick and (Y/N) spoke in unison. Victor and (Y/N) didn’t speak for days. Living with her was hell, she was being petty and wouldn’t accept apologies, instead when he knocked on her, Patrick answered the door sarcastically sweet.

It took a week at least for (Y/N) to finally speak to him. She and Patrick walked out of her room and past the kitchen to the front door, Patrick leaned against the front door whilst (Y/N) split off to the kitchen. She looked at her brother and his messy hair, taking a step closer. “Vic, I know you’re worried and scared. But I trust him. He makes me really happy and I have fun hanging out with all of you guys. It’d be nice if you could let me make my own decisions from now on and only give advice when you need to. But for now, I’m going to continue to hang out with you assholes. Love you.” She muttered to him as he got himself some breakfast and she left with Patrick.

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A/N 

Yeah, I’m back to writing as of today and I’m working on two imagines right now and will soon finish all of your requests (theres like 18) if I keep at this same pace. Don’t forget to send in ya requests. Also, I’d like to thank everyone who sent their condolences for my families loss. Much appreciated. Love you all! x