Patrick Hockstetter: Taste like Pennies
Request → “ i need more rough patrick in my life tbh maybe where his gf is small and nervous and one day henry goes too far with teasing her and patrick gets super pissed + hot makeouts?? ?”
A/N → “stop, writing feelings into your patrick fics” you scream at me, hitting me with your frayed broom “leave the ending ambiguous!!” i'm crying on the floor. “i cant” i scream back “if i could i would but i cant”
Pairing → Patrick Hockstetter x Reader (She/Her Pronouns)
Warnings → typical patrick shit, violence (not towards you), patrick kind of hustling you around i guess, patrick being a greasy manchild
You swallowed thickly as Henry Bowers rounded on you.
“’S just a question. No need to get all squirrelly. There’s no one here to worry about except me.” No. Really?
Your back was pressed against hard, red brick as he loomed over you. You had come to meet Patrick after your last class, only to find the entirety of the Bowers Gang, minus him; the person you came to see, waiting for you.
When you turned that corner, you had made eye contact with Henry, who said Patrick had asked him to take you home instead (not that you believed him for a minute), and patted his lap while looking at you with half-lidded eyes and a smirk. “Saved you a seat” he had murmured.