Summary: Reader loses a black shirt at Patrick’s house, and spends all day looking for it in the mass of black clothes her boyfriend already owns.
I tried to stay true to his character while still making it cute, I don’t know if it’s any good but I’m going to keep trying with him until it’s right
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"Pat!" You groan, tossing all of your clothes all around the room, trying your hardest to find the t-shirt you were searching for. It was proving to be impossible, between your clothes and his, this was going to take you all day. "Patrick" you called again, this time turning around with intent to find him though you nearly slammed into his lanky frame.
"What can I do for you my little vampire bat?" He asked, his voice in a throaty chuckle, he was kidding but earned himself a smack in the shoulder regardless. "I can't find any of my clothes because yours are everywhere" you huff, crossing your arms across your chest as you scanned the pile of various items, all tossed around the room randomly.
Patrick took a moment, considering your words. He genuinely looked like he was going to help you...for three seconds, and then his smirk was back on those livery lips you loved so much. "So just wear mine" he supplements, throwing himself backwards onto the bed, landing with a soft thud.
You frowned, turning to look at him, he was serious. He genuinely through that was a good suggestion to make instead of helping you look. "First of all, I can't even fit in anything you own...you monkey man" you scoff, sinking to your knees as you continued sifting through piles. Part of you was worried he may have retaliated for your comment but you silenced that part hurriedly, unfortunately for you.
Pat quietly snuck over to your side and wrapped his arms around your body, his head falling into the crease of your neck. Just as you started to relax, your boyfriend betrayed you as he picked you up in his arms and swung you around on the floor, so you were stuck in his lap. He was clearly having a great time, enjoying your alarmed little whimpers as you held to his chest as best you could.
"Dick!" You squealed, smacking his shoulder again though you couldn't help but giggle as he continued laughing as if it was the funniest thing to have ever happened to him. Your boyfriend, above all else, was very easily amused and as much as he cared for you, your fear was hilarious. "You should have seen your face" he chuckled, grasping at his chest to keep from laughing even harder.
"Yeah, it was fucking hilarious, now can you please help me?" You begged, giving up on your search momentarily. There were way too many clothes to actually find your shirt in such a mess.
Pat took a moment to think it over, his long, pale finger tapping away at his chin as he studied your face. "And what do I get if I help you?" He asked, that devilish smirk finding its way onto his handsome face almost instantly. You should have seen that coming, and you knew what he wanted. "Tell you what" you grin, leaning into him as best you could with your legs crossed until your lips were pressed to the shell of his ear.
All it took were a few R-rated promises and he was down, right alongside you with his hands searching through handfuls of shirts and pants...all pitch black in color. It would have been so much easier if you owned a garment any other color but that wasn't going to happen.
Your shirts were larger than his, though his were longer so it was basically all balanced out to the same amount of cloth. Eventually, you sighted, flopping down backwards into Patrick's lap, in the most dramatic way possible. "Hey there sexy" he hummed, that devilish smirk printed permanently on his lips as he regarded you. "Shove it Hockstetter, this is your fault" you pout, your voice full of childish spite.
And it was, if he knew how to take care of his laundry, it would have never gotten mixed up with yours in the first place. "My fault? You're mistaken Y/N, it's your shirt" he hummed, running his big hands through your unruly hair with relish, just enjoying the feel of your locks in his hardened palms. He loved the brief moments that you allowed yourself to be a genuine mess beneath him because it happened so rarely. You were always so high strung and perfect that he loved messing you up a bit.
It all had something to do with the sick little fantasies he had swimming around in his skull, not that he'd bring that up now. He had to find your shirt first before he earned any sort of reward and he knew that. "Okay Up! I have a shirt to find" he bellowed, kneeling above one of the last piles on the floor, if it wasn't there, then it was gone forever.
His taking the last stack meant that you were allowed to just sit back and enjoy his feverish searching for a moment. It was always entertaining for you to exercise your power against Pat because he so rarely allowed it but with you, he would do anything; though he'd rather die than admit it to the guys.
The last thing in the world Patrick wanted was for his gang to think he was some kind of a bitch, and you didn't mind that he was pretty guarded with his affection, if it could even be called that. You knew that he cared about you, even if he didn't feel the need to show it. It just wasn't in his nature.
Right now, the only thing you cared about was finding your stupid shirt. There was no way to be sure where it had been thrown but with a perfectly motivated Patrick on your side, you were sure it would be found in the next few minutes.
Sure enough, he stood from the floor, his tall, lanky frame unfolding completely as he turned toward you, a goofy grin on his face. "You're welcome" he hummed, holding the article in question out to you on the tip of his finger.
It wasn't every day that you ransacked the whole room just to find your clothes, but it was all worth it to find your favorite tee in Patrick's mess of belongings. You sighed in relief or exhaustion you couldn't be sure and smiled up at him. "My knight in shining armor" you smirked, only half kidding.
You had promised him a reward for his help and you did intend to pay up, but not before making him work for it. "Thanks Pat" your voice was deep and sultry, probably the sexiest that Patrick had heard it in a long time, instantly causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end.
He'd been expecting your gratitude but what he wasn't expecting was your arms around his neck, which you used to pull him down to your height. Patrick wasn't the lovey-dovey type but you weren't really giving him much of a choice as far as affection was concerned. You basically had him held hostage for whatever loving you felt like giving him.
"I love you hot stuff" you cooed, pressing a feverish kiss to his lips, which were just waiting a few inches from your own. Patrick rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to call you out on being a huge dork. He cared for you but there were so many things going on in his head that it was hard for him to isolate what kind of feelings they were really. "Yeah yeah, love you too vampire bat" he allowed, kissing you again, his greedy hands playing at the edge of your t-shirt.
You could feel his fingers searching for your bare flesh beneath it before finally grazing over your soft stomach. "If I take this shirt off, I'm putting the other one on" you tried, letting him lift the fabric over your head, a hum leaving his throat as he looked over you. Your body was so perfect, and Patrick could spend all day just feeling you, could and would if you gave him the time.
"Try it" he whispered, daring you to make a move, knowing full well you weren't going to do that. You had been waiting this whole time for that shirt to come off, whether you admitted it to him or not. "You're right, maybe off is better" you grinned, flopping backwards on your bed, waiting for your moody lover to join you.
'It Girl' is such a weird term. It implies I go to parties and drink champagne. - Carey Mulligan http://www.quotationsensation.com/quote.aspx/quote?quoteid=122552
'It Girl' is such a weird term. It implies I go to parties and drink champagne. - Carey Mulligan http://www.quotationsensation.com/quote.aspx/quote?quoteid=122552
