The latest chapter of "My Psychotic Savior" TW! Slight homophobia but mostly fluff
I find this chapter so funny for no reason lmaooo
The next morning was similar to yesterday's. With Patrick having to scare Richie into getting out of bed. This time it was for breakfast. Who knew the town psycho could cook, right?
Richie gets downstairs in another random outfit Patrick chose for him. The first thing he smells is a batch of very strong coffee. Which admittedly caught Richie off guard a bit. When he walked into the kitchen Richie saw, much to his delight, that there was fresh pancakes on the table. That wasn't the only thing Richie noticed though. There was a man standing in the kitchen that Richie didn't recognize.
Richie looks over to where Patrick was sitting at the kitchen table and only gave a small confused motion towards the guy. Patrick raised an eyebrow then smiled. Which definitely didn't make Richie nervous.
"Hey, pops. Need you to meet a guy real quick." Patrick leaned back in his chair as he spoke. Small sqeeks came from the wooden chair.
The lanky man looked up from his coffee at Patrick then over towards Richie. The man was pale. Like really pale. With heavy dark circles under his eyes that made him look like he had never known sleep.
"Morning, Mr. Hocksteader..." Richie greeted. He didn't know if Patrick got his craziness from his father of not. So he was noteably nervous. Patrick's dad only nodded and went back to drinking his coffee. That made Richie really concerned.
Patrick cuts threw Richie's thoughts. "Don't mind him. He's not much of a talker. Plus, he isn't usually awake in the mornings. Ain't that right, pops?" Mr. Hocksteader only gives a thumbs up as he chugs his coffee. "Hey, nerd. Are you gonna stand there like a statue or are you gonna fix yourself a plate?"
Richie looks between Patrick and Patrick's father. "...You didn't poison it did you?" He narrows his eyes at Patrick.
"See for yourself." Patrick grins sadisticlly and suddenly Richie realizes he doesn't have a choice in the matter.
Richie rubs his tired eyes. "Where do you keep the plates?" He asks much to Patrick's delight.
Patrick points towards a high cabinet. Richie reaches for it only to be stopped by Patrick. "Not that one dumbass. Right one." Richie grumbles and opens the other one only to see boxes of cereal and snack bars. Richie turns to Patrick with a "wtf?" Face. "HAH! You got it right the first time. I just wanted to fuck with you." Patrick laughs.
"Dude- it is to fucking early for your shit." Richie glares at Patrick who only smiles back in amusement. Patrick blows Richie a mocking kiss before going back to eating his breakfast. Richie flips Patrick off and turns to grab his plate from the cabinet with haste. He knows his face is reddening but prays it isn't noticeable.
The pancakes are fragrant and warm. Richie piles a few on his plate, not wanting to look greedy. He puts butter, diced strawberries, syrup, and whipped cream on top. He wanted chocolate chips but they weren't out and he didn't want to ask for them since he's already getting free food. When Richie turns around Patrick gestures for him to sit next to him. Richie does so but only because he's in Patrick's house as a guest and not because he's a little bitch.
Patrick watches eagerly as Richie takes a bite of the food. Which doesn't help Richie's nerves. The pancake is warm and fluffy with the perfect amount of vanilla. Adding strawberries was an excellent idea. They add a freshness to the sweet breakfast that balances the whole thing out.
"Holy shit-" Richie mumbles with his mouth full. "Dude this is amazing! You made this!?" Richie asks with stars in his eyes.
Patrick's face fills with biblical amounts of pride. "I did. I can't believe you had the nerve to doubt me." He huffs. Richie rolls his eyes taking another bite of his breakfast.
"Maybe if you weren't a dick to me all the time I'd trust you more." Richie chuckles almost choking on his food.
Richie jumps as Patrick's dad sits down at the table. He had completely forgotten he was in the room. Patrick jabs Richie's leg under the table, mocking him for jumping. Richie elbows him in the arm in response. The two silently mess with each other until Mr. Hocksteader clears his throat.
"So- uhh how long have you two known eachother?" Mr. Hocksteader mumbles. He voice is deep and thin any young boy would be envious of it.
Richie glances at Patrick who gestures for him to answer. "We met in sixth grade, Mr. Hocksteader..." Patrick laughs at Richie threw his sip of orange juice. Richie feels his face heat up slightly due to embarrassment. He never really liked being put on the spot.
"And you've been friends for that long?" Patrick's dad asks taking another sip of his coffee.
"Uhhhhhhhhh....." Richie's thoughts race with panic. How is he supposed to answer that!? He can't snitch on Patrick to his dad! That's a pussy move!
Patrick's dad takes that as some kind of a response and continues. "When did you two first.... uhm become an item?" Richie freezes his jaw hanging open from shock. But Mr. Hocksteader doesn't notice because he's to busy being socially awkward and staring down at the table! "Sorry if that's offensive... I'm trying to keep an open mind." He mumbles.
"You-" Richie sputters trying to make since of what's happening. Why hasn't Patrick said anything yet!?
Speak of the devil and he shall come. Patrick finally talks. "No problem, dad. We don't have time to answer your questions now. I gotta get him home soon." Patrick wraps an arm around Richie's shoulders, the boy's face becomes noticeably redder.
"Very well. I'll take my leave, then." Mr. Hocksteader stands up from the table, refills his coffee, and quickly leaves the kitchen. Richie is left there in stunned silence with Patrick who is shaking from laughter.
"What the fuck!" Richie finally shouts earning harder laughter from the psycho. "What is wrong with you!? Why didn't you deny it!???"
"What? You're gay anyways." Patrick answers as his laughter finally dies down. The mention of his sexuality makes Richie pause. A cold spot forms in his chest. Patrick spots Richie's fear filled expression. "Relax, Nerd! What the towns resident trashmouth can't take a joke? Hurry up and eat I don't have all day."
Patrick gets up from the table and begins washing his dishes. Did he really just try to comfort Richie tozier??? What is this nerd doing to him. Maybe he's catching Richie's gayness.
Richie shoves fork-fulls of pancakes in his mouth. He's glad Patrick changed the subject so quickly. He was really expecting to be hate crimed. Which is weird because that's exactly what Patrick usually does. Richie can't even blame Bowers for Patrick's actions either because Patrick had messed with Richie alone on multiple occasions. He doesn't want to get his hopes up but- maybe Patrick had a change of heart? That sounds stupid... someone like him could never change.
Some pictures recently! I’ve gotten a little rusty but I wanted to post on here again, I haven’t checked in in a while and wanna say I really appreciate all the support (: more posts coming hopefully
In my boredom, I started a new game in Pokémon Scarlet since I never finished it on account of hating it, and I pretty much immediately ran into a shiny Lechonk. Not a big fan of the crusty-eyed evolution, it just makes me think of Lord Okkoto from Princess Mononoke
