* patrick fucking lynch

"Betty it’s so hard to relate, to the whole human race, I don’t know where to begin."

[ptricklynch-blog]

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[ptricklynch-blog]

So, I’m not sure if everyone has abandoned the roleplay, but Gia (Geri) and I still want to continue playing our characters. If there’s anyone that still wants to stick around, we can create a little plot involving our characters! Like this post, or reply— we can converse! :)

We can include various plot twists (like some major, death + preggy + enviornmental plots), do little AUs, who knows! It could be fun! 

[ptricklynch-blog]

Yay!!! A good response! I can foresee some good plots, I think it’ll be interesting being that Patrick’s the only guy, lmao. Anyone have any ideas? :)

[ptricklynch-blog]

So, I’m not sure if everyone has abandoned the roleplay, but Gia (Geri) and I still want to continue playing our characters. If there’s anyone that still wants to stick around, we can create a little plot involving our characters! Like this post, or reply--- we can converse! :)

We can include various plot twists (like some major, death + preggy + enviornmental plots), do little AUs, who knows! It could be fun! 

[eddiebrck]

[ptricklynch-blog]

are you leaving the rp??? :( is it abandoned???

[ptricklynch-blog]

Lucky Strike (*Daisy & Patrick)

[eleanorsilver]

The blonde’s expression fell into one that reflected her playful tone, easily finding their way into the usual banter that they had around one another. “Well of course I was just trying to tease you whenever I wear this kind of thing around you.” She teased with a smirk on her full lips, glancing out the window as the car pulled to a stop outside the bowling alley. “Come on then, you’re about to get your ass whooped. I hope you excited about that.” Daisy told him with a wink before opening her door and stepping out of the car, ignoring the slight bite from the breeze that was blowing steadily.

[ptricklynch-blog]

The blonde grazed his teeth against his lower lip, paying with his lip ring in reply, rolling his eyes. He chuckled as the competitiveness started strong, waiting patiently before scooting out the car behind her. As the two entered the building, Patrick started scanning the floor for ‘seemingly easy’ girls--- fortunately, he immediately locked eyes with two brunettes oogling him from the arcade. He chuckled, nodding in their direction to make it evident that he noticed them too, before turning to Daisy. “Alright, goals for the night: Games paid, food paid, and obtaining their number without asking for it. ---If I see any signs of you cheating, like touching them sexually, I’m gonna go over there and act like your dad, got it?” 

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“Why the fuck do schools contribute to the bullshit fest that is Valentine’s Day? It’s just another fuckin’ day of the year, and yet, people suddenly need to show someone copious amounts of affection? Ludicrous. It’s just a way for places like Hallmark to make a ton of money by scamming sorry fuckers.” 

[ptricklynch-blog]

“I think I found our local Grinch. ---For someone that doesn’t like complaining, you’re sure--- complaining a whole lot.”

[ameliajpeg]

“—- so i was supposed to show up at soccer practice today which is fucked up, first off- who the hell expects me to run suicides in the cold? but anyways! i was at this really sick party last night and i’m pretty sure i might have taken a little too much acid and then i slept through my alarm and…long story short, i ended up in my gym clothes which was great but i showed up to practice in my pumps! from the night before. on the bright side, running in heels is actually really good for my calves.”

[ptricklynch-blog]

“---You can’t be serious.”

[rafaelpls-blog1]

“ugh, i’m so sick – ya know, i dare you to ask how sick i am the answer’s gonna blow your mind.” without skipping a beat, raf slumped in his seat dramatically, talking to anyone within shouting distance of his seat in the small campus coffee shop. “i’m so sick it’s fucking illegal and that new Ye album nor a switch to a glass ice bong is helping my throat. this is the death of a sinner - i’m telling you.”

[ptricklynch-blog]

“---What? I barely understood any of that.”

[dcntflirt-blog]

“you’re such a buzzkill, lynch. we’re celebrating my return.”

[ptricklynch-blog]

“Where’d you even go?”

[ptricklynch-blog]

Lucky Strike (*Daisy & Patrick)

[eleanorsilver]

Considering the two of the had decided on bowling rather than an impressive night out at a club, the blonde had decided on a ripped pair of jeans and a simple long sleeved crop top, not wanting to overdress for something as simple as bowling. “Well baring a little stomach for everyone to see attracts as well.” Daisy commented with a teasing grin while gesturing to her body, feeling completely up for the challenge that was to come. It had become somewhat of a routine for them to do just this, compete against one another to see who would end up with the most attention and phone numbers. Whatever happened though she knew the night would be entertaining, and she was eager to start.

[ptricklynch-blog]

He turned, taking note of her attire---- unafraid to seem as though he was undressing her with his look. “Ah,” he started, turning his body towards her. “So that’s why you girls where these things,” he pointed. He leaned back, slouching as he gripped hard at his chest, dramatically sighing. “That alone is a tease.” He was sure Daisy was just trying to meet up with Patrick’s eye catching attire, but decided to tease her regarding the matter. “So, it’s safe to assume you’re just tryin’ to tease me whenever you wear this around me, huh?” he joked, crossing his arms. 

[indignaticn-blog]

“story of the century?” she raised her brows, “psh you wish!” channing could never imagine being infatuated with one of her teachers. in middle school she was extremely awkward, with an odd social footing as she adjusted to the schooling system. she wouldn’t have had the first clue about flirting, yet alone think of something as creative as baking for the heart of a teacher. “oi that’s a little harsh, he probably didn’t even realise that he was competing against you,” channing mimicked his chuckle. “oh yeah? ew i don’t need to know, please spare any details,” she squealed, grimacing at the idea of finding any of her professors remotely attractive. her’s were all middle aged men and women who remarkably resemble vampires in her view, from their evident lack of contact with sunlight. the concept of her finding any of them attractive made her shiver to the core. “yeah sounds like it, and she did turn you down after all,” the brunette teased, confident that she could teach him a thing or two. “so uh, should i give these chords another go?” 

[ptricklynch-blog]

The blonde shrugged, knowing very well the 50/50 chance of teachers being appealing was a hit or miss. He supposed he was lucky on that end, with the amount of teachers he had in his life. “Not everyone’s as fortunate, Channing,” he spoke, playing around. “I’m sorry you had to deal with some nasty lookin’ teachers, but there are hot ones.” The corner of his mouth raised upwards into a smirk, laughing at her disgust when he talked about his Woman’s Studies professor. “I’d show you a picture, so you can see for yourself, but I’m not that creepy. If you ever see her around, she’s a red head with a bangin’ bod.” He faced her, mouth opened in awe. “---Hey now, it wasn’t because of my baking skills. She was the ‘faithful’ type that didn’t want to go to jail, that’s all.” After his teasing, the blonde nodded, being reminded of why she was here in the first place. “--Oh, right.” He leaned over, handing her the guitar. Scooting closer, the blonde focused on repositioning the capo for a more comfortable fit, as he sat in her lap. “Why don’t you play what you remember. G, D, and Cadd 9.” Very quickly, he slipped his arms in, showing her what they looked like and how it sounds. “G,” he plays. “---D... and Cadd 9.” Looking up with those calming eyes, he gave her a soft smile before parting himself so she could try.

[aiyaaq]

“LA. Where’re you from, like, in general?”

[ptricklynch-blog]

“Laguna Beach--- though, it’s ironic. I don’t do well with water.”

[ptricklynch-blog]

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[dcntflirt-blog]

“no need to hide your excitement. i know that you missed me.” 

[ptricklynch-blog]

“---I’m sorry, what?”

[eleanorsilver]

“I don’t have the best attitude towards Valentine’s Day, to be honest I just like it for the discounted chocolate that I can buy afterwards. Anyway that’s why I didn’t even bother with the dance, I didn’t want to deal with loved up people or just people who were going to flirt in the hope of bringing someone home for the night. Honestly some Carrie type shit probably would have been entertaining.”

[ptricklynch-blog]

Patrick chewed on his lower lip, chuckling at her response. “---Ooo, guilty,” he laughed, referring to ‘taking someone home’ that night. “Don’t tell me you had a bad experience,” he nudged her. “What’s up? A Valentine Grinch or what?”

[ptricklynch-blog]

“You Know What Else Starts With a ‘V’?” (Geri & Patrick)

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Geri’s able to slide off his lap as he moves to stand. Even in heels, their height difference is still outrageous. This leaves her with her head leaning backward to get a better view of the blonde. As the space between them is finally closed, Geri’s unable to remove her gaze from his own. The feeling of the half full flask securing back onto her thigh is enough to send a mild wave of chills down the girls spine. There’s no doubt he can feel her body roll beneath his touch as she presses backward onto his hand. The scolding they receive from the faculty member causes her to erupt in a fit of giggles, pressing herself into his chest to hide her rosy tinted cheeks. His words warrant a smirk from the brunette as she allows him to break away towards the dance floor. The night ahead of her was sure to be an interesting one, whether or not it’s spent dancing. She’d never expected to have such a red hot chemistry with Patrick. They’ve only ever joked around with one another, but Geri thought this was a nice added bonus. Gently, she cocks her head back, extending an arm to take hold of his hand as she strides before him and onto the immaculate floor. Slow songs had been playing ever since she walked in so she’s sure to give a look around at the other dancing couples in hopes of avoiding making a huge fool of herself. She rests a hand on his shoulder before closing the gap between them once again, her other hand soon following. Her fingers gently combed through the short hairs at the base of his neck, securing their place there as she does her best to move against him to the sounds of whatever ballad is playing in the background. She allows her head to rest against his chest as the music continues; this was the perfect opportunity to scope out the surrounding couples. This wasn’t her scene. Not in the slightest. But Geri figured that he really wanted her here if he asked, so she goes along with it. “We should cut this short and do something that actually registers as fun.” She suggests, letting her chin rest on his chest as she looks up at him. “If I hear another string quartet rendition of Flightless Bird, American Mouth, I’m going to be soooo out of the mood by the time we get out of here.”

[ptricklynch-blog]

The second Geri’s hand found it’s way to his shoulder, Patrick snaked his long arms around her waist, pulling her close. At her touch, brushing over the back of his neck, he rolled his eyes and exhaled to calm himself. It wasn’t even the act, but thinking about hair pulling drove him mad. He could already imagine her tugging at his blonde locks in a darkly lit room as they made out furiously, but was quick to clear his throat in effort to not seem like a such a pig. He subconsciously laid his chin upon her head, after scoping the floor for Rowan and Boston. Making eye contact with the other blonde, she shot him a ‘get it tiger’ look, smirking. Patrick smiled to himself, Rowan was truly a great wing-woman. His eyes fell shut, as they swayed to the music, somehow feeling as though it muffled behind his dirty thoughts. He snapped out of it, when Geri spoke to break the silence. “You don’t think this is fun?” he responded, sarcastically. His brow rose, wondering what mood she was exactly in. Sure, everything so far would register into being horny-- at least, Patrick was. He definitely was. However, Geri could’ve well been the type to be all talk, and no play. The blonde didn’t think too much of it, he was use to being teased. “What do you have in mind?”

[indignaticn-blog]

“yeah,” she hummed, pulling her legs into her chest, before wrapping her arms around them. “three times?” she confirmed, raising her brows, a little surprised by the precise number. but she kept quite as he explained why, introducing her into a story of his past. a subtle smile curled her salmon pink lips as she let him take her back into a another time and place. she listened patiently, biting her tongue when she threatened to interrupt him with questions. but instead she saved them and stored her comments in her mind until he’d give her the opportunity to respond. but the brunette couldn’t contain the light chuckle that erupted from her mouth at hearing his adorable, childish infatuation with his teacher and his means of winner her over. “i never pinned you as the type to fall for their elementary school teacher, but it’s cute,” she admitted sheepishly. “so did it worked?” channing was curious to see how the rest of his tale ended. “and are teachers your type patrick? let me guess you’re having an illicit affair with on of your professors,” channing teased with a smirk. “but hey in all seriousness if you wanna give baking a cake your forth try, i’m your girl!” 

[ptricklynch-blog]

Patrick shrugged, his taste in women fluctuated-- he realized this at a young age. He figured at some point, he liked the women he couldn’t have, and it often called for those who were older than him. He also figured, he was the type that didn’t like an easy, smooth sailing chase. The uncommitted fellow enjoyed having a hard time-- perhaps it was a kink of his. Biting his lower lip, he breathed in, rubbing the back of his neck. “If it worked, that would’ve been the story of the century,” he chuckled. “She thought it was cute, and so did Mr. Dumal, the other guy he was dating. ---Man, I remember hating that guy so much, I straight up pranked him for a week until I got over it.” At her question, he leaned back, crossing his arm as he let his tongue graze over his bottom lip, proceeding to play with his lip ring between his teeth. "Hm.” The blonde supposed that her question was more so rhetorical, than an actual curiosity of his. However, it made for an interesting thought. “Well,” he started, feeling himself getting silly about his answer. “Teachers, are definitely hot. I mean, some of them... are kind of, woo,” he blew out air, exhaling in exaggeration. “For example, my Woman’s Studies professor... damn.” She was fit, tall, and a red head. Patrick was one hundred percent sure she wore those pencil skirts especially for him, being he was the only guy in the class. Shaking his head, letting his laughter subside, he turned to Channing with a genuine look in his eyes. “I’ll definitely take that into consideration. I need to redeem myself.”