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queerpumpkinnn · 6 months

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hi! if your requests are open could you do anything for patrick verona? like anything lol ill take it

So requests are actually not open right now, but given that this was sent in when they were I saved it for Kinktober. I hope you like it!

Kinktober 31st: I Knew You'd Come Around

aka hate sex with Patrick Verona

1k words

Summary: Hate sex with Patrick Verona. That's it.

Pairing: Patrick Verona x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut duh, enemies to enemies with benefits?? probably some darker themes idk, sex at a party but they're in a bedroom, little to no aftercare, vaginal fingering, light scratching, light hair pulling, patrick is a cocky little shit but what's new

You hated yourself for doing this, you really did. You hated the butterflies in your stomach for fluttering when he grabbed your ass, hated your hands for tugging him closer by the collar of his, hated your heart for racing at the feeling of his tongue on yours.

That was the general emotion when you were around him. Hate. Hate and frustration and annoyance and pure, fiery arousal.

The last one is the most prevalent as you're pressed up against a bedroom wall, the bass of the song playing outside reverberating on your back. Patrick's hands are all over you, groping and tracing every inch of skin he could find.

"Fucking idiot," you huff in between wet smacks of your lips, yanking at his shirt collar, trying to signal him to take it off.

"Y'know," he starts, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it aside, "for someone who proclaims to hate me so much, you sure are hell-bent on getting me naked."

"They're not mutually exclusive concepts, dumbass." Your words seem frail, and your voice trails off at the end as his fingers tug at the belt loops of your pants.

"Ooh, big words." He purrs, cocking an eyebrow. "Are you doing that thing where you try to sound smart so that I don't notice that you're full of shit?"

"I am not- oh, god..." Any biting remark you may have had ready died on your tongue as his fingers slipped under your pants and were tracing the damp patch on your underwear.

"Aw, not so talkative now, are you?" Patrick placed open-mouthed kisses over your neck, nipping gently every so often. "If I'd known this was all it took to shut you up, I would've done this sooner."

With a gasp, your hand snakes up to Patrick's hair, fingers curling when the pads of his fingers linger over your covered clit, roaming a little before finding the rhythm that made your head fall back with a thump.

"Atta girl, keep making those pretty noises." He hummed, using his other hand to pop open the buttons of your pants and tug them down to your knees.

Well, naturally, you just had to do the opposite of whatever he told you. So you clamped your mouth shut. Of course, you were now resigned to breathing heavily through your nose instead and that was still as audible.

Patrick pulls back for a moment to look at you, eyes darting all over your stony face, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

"Shoulda seen that coming. But we'll get you talking."

And you should have known he wasn't all talk. Before you have the chance to scoff at his remark, his hand dips under the waistband of your underwear to trace along your folds.

You could feel your cheeks turn hot as you saw his eyes go wide with awe and amusement. "'S such a mess down there, pretty. Little ol' me did that?"

He knew you weren't going to admit that, so he didn't wait for a response. He got all he needed when he saw you react, saw you keen when his fingertips dragged over your clit, resuming the rhythm that set fire in your belly.

"Aw, it's okay," he purrs, tonguing over your collarbone. "Y'don't have to say it. Y'know why? 'Cause this pretty pussy says it all for me, doesn't she?"

That makes your pussy clench, and you know he can feel it. An airy chuckle tells you he definitely can. "Thought so. Can feel her asking for it, begging for me."

You can't help the moan that is ripped from your throat when he sinks a finger in, curling at just the right spot to have you raking your nails down his shoulders, hanging on for dear life. Your legs are already trembling, and stray hairs are already pasted to your forehead by sweat.

"Fucking hate you," you sigh, but when you're rolling your hips up into his hand it doesn't hold much venom.

"Can't hear you, sweet cheeks, might need to speak up."

"I hate you."

"What's that?''

"I hate you." You can feel pleasure boiling in your gut, seconds away from boiling over.

"One more time," he purrs, pressing his palm up into your clit.

"I hate you! Patrick!" You grasp onto his shoulders as pleasure comes over you in waves, spreading through every vein into your fingertips until you're left with a blissful afterglow, panting and whining.

"There we go." Patrick wipes a hair that fell over your mouth away, grinning. "Knew you'd come around."

You roll your eyes as Patrick pats your cheek and then leaves towards the ensuite bathroom. He comes back a moment later with a wet rag and hands it to you.

He stays for cleanup, but for the first time in all the time you've known each other, it stayed silent.

As you fixed your hair in the bathroom mirror, Patrick came quietly up behind you and placed a glass of water on the counter- you hadn't even noticed he'd left, you'd been so lost in thought.

"I'm assuming you don't want to be seen together, so I should leave now."

You didn't respond. You weren't sure why, and you weren't sure what the answer would have been if you had. But Patrick doesn't seem to take offense to it, instead stepping away from the bathroom. You watch through the mirror as he heads towards the bedroom door.

He stops in the doorway, hand on the doorknob. He's wearing his telltale grin and his hair whips with the movement as he looks back at you.

"Oh, by the way, if you ever feel like hating me again, give me a call."

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ledgerserious8 · 4 months

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Shoulder To Cry On | Patrick Verona & Reader

Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing

Genre : High School Christmas Eva Love Confession

Summary : After you get your bag from stealing you find something into it..

Word count : 1.4k

You was looking at the light of the moon it's was one of Christmas nights and you was breathing slowly trying to get a free moment

The air from the sky coming towards your window and made your shiny hair started moving slowly the light of the moon on your face making your expression more clear

And you smiled to yourself..

Because you can handle yourself this morning and get your black bag after someone unknown in the high school steal it

You was happy that you was strong because that's how your parents teaching you to be

However you was smart person and you was the only one who ignoring Patrick Verona the bad boy of your high school

A lot of girls was having crush on him especially your bestfriend Katarina "Kat" Stratford the girl with blonde hair

She had always talking to you about Patrick and sometimes explaining her love feelings for him to you

But you was a lot different from her you was having dreams and future you didn't care about getting love and be loved

...because you never fall in love before

Sweetie don't forget to eat dinner - your mother explained she in the living room but you still can hear her

Yes mom don't worry - you replied calmly as turned your head to your room noticed your objects

And your black bag on the table

You get curious feelings into your heart because you didn't open your bag from the morning after you get it back

Your foots walked and you sit down on the chair your fingers grabbed the zip of the bag and somehow you felt nervous from opening it

Come on y/n there's nothing wrong - you thought into your mind trying to calm yourself down

Your fingerstips pulled the zip down to be off and you opened your black bag you signed in relief after seeing there's nothing wrong

But suddenly..your eyes catch a letter was hiding into the bag

It's was a love letter..

You grabbed the letter and looked at it trying to study it but there's no signature and that's made it hard to you to know who

Let's see - you whispered to yourself as opened the letter by your fingers

'My dearest Y/n..

"My beautiful darling. I don't know where to begin..

"I just want you to know that I love you, and I don't know where I would be right now, if it wasn't for you.

"I am nothing without you. And i Swear to"

"I want you to know that I think about you every day. While everyone think about me

'Baby it's you into my heart my mind and my soul"

"I can be the shoulder you will cry on just by simple word from your sweet mouth..."

'That mouth that I'm dreaming of kissing it every night"

"I know that I'm probably not good enough for you... But I hope that you can find a way to love me back.

Your.....

Your eyes was shining as your heart was beating faster than before you could feel there's butterflys into your stomach it's was weird feeling but..

It's was so beautiful and good..too good to be true

You felt high on your cheeks because you was red like tomato but when you heard the steps of your mother coming to your room

You hided the letter into your bag again..

Come on sweetie we're waiting for you - your mother explained calmly after opened the door and looked at you

Yes mom i was just busy cleaning my bag - you lied and smiled because you noticed she believed you

Darling you need to eat and rest come on join us let's enjoy our Christmas nights - your mother explained tenderly as grabbed your arm gently

I know mom i know - you replied calmly as smiling while your eyes was shining

You smiled as standing up and walking with your mother leaving your room for dinner and making it empty for some time

But you will never know the handwriting was from Patrick Verona the bad boy of your high school

But as he wrote into the letter while everyone was thinking him..you was the only person into his mind

He want to be your boyfriend your man the one you put your eyes on and the happiness of your heart

A simple from your mouth will make him..

Shoulder To Cry On

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ahsxual · 4 months

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Good evening/morning/afternoon

Could you possibly do a patrick Verona headcannon with an s/o who loves taking care of people, constantly baking things and buying gifts and they're like the parent of the group with basically a never ending supply of everything (plasters, scarves, blankets, medicine etc) in a huge bag

Thank you!!

Pairing: Patrick Verona x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Patrick instantly felt a strange, yet comforting feeling towards you once he noticed that you genuinely care for others: you somehow reminded his late grandfather and how he used to be so caring with him as well

He couldn't stop imagine himself with you by his side and how you would take care of each other so dearly. After all, that's all he wanted: someone who truly cares for him and knows him well, without any kind of judgment. Our poor baby just wants to be loved, be understood and love back

You eventually discovered that Patrick is actually a great cooker, so you usually bake things together and have lots of fun, since he can't hold himself to make a joke here and there

He loved spoiling you with gifts himself, so you both often fight for other's attention to prove who loves the other more, until you realized that gifts meant nothing in comparison to your physical love and deep emotional bond

Patrick considers himself the “father“ of his friend group, not allowing them to get drunk or get hurt in parties, so it was funny when you told him everyone sees you as the "Mom Friend" of the group as well. You definitely hear your friends calling you the parents of the friend group, and how you both would be so protective of your own children

He also finds it funny the fact that you carry a kit of first supplies with you, saying that you care way too much for others and how is it possible for someone to be as kind as you

"I'm not religious princess, but you're definitely convincing me that angels actually exist." or "My girlfriend/boyfriend is a goddamn nurse?! I must have won the lottery! " he would say to you, making you blush at his funny compliments towards you

Patrick genuinely feels so lucky to have you as his romantic partner and is so proud of you... he wouldn't change you for no one or anything in this world

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dearsnow · 10 months

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TWO MONTHS

- work is taking a heavy toll on your boyfriend. (patrick verona x gn!reader, angst and slight fluff, established relationship)

word count: 657

a/n - another patrick fic :) i love him so much it’s not even funny. he’s my current hyperfixation- that being said, to all my patrick lovers out there, i’m planning a 3 part series for him <3 it’s called the summer before senior year and hopefully i get around to finishing it lol

Patrick closes the door to your apartment with a heavy sigh. The day rests heavily on his hunched shoulders, leaking through his pores as grease and dejection. You stir from your place on the couch. It’s 12:24 AM, and he is just returning from work. His hair is messy, tied up in a frizzy ponytail, and his eyes hold no sparkle. He doesn’t look like himself anymore. Your brows furrow, the weight of his condition nearly bringing tears to your eyes.

“Pat, it’s past midnight.” You murmur, reaching up to cradle his face in your hands. There is a smudge of dirt on his face, which you wipe away with delicate fingers. He melts under your touch. “This isn’t healthy.” He takes both of your hands in his, kissing each one gently.

“I have to.” He grimaces. “Rent’s gone up, baby. You know that.” You lead him to your bed. The sheets are messy, as they always are. In his exhaustion, he does not care; not like he ever did, anyways. “The boys at the car shop offered me this, and I took it.” It hurts you so badly to see him like this. He seems flat, dull, lifeless. Nothing like the Patrick you met, and nothing like you ever wish him to be again. You need him to be happy. He deserves it, if nothing else. He deserves everything good- he deserves the sunshine and tender love and a quiet kiss of calm, but you can only offer him so much.

He lays back, and you pull the sheets over his chest. “I can take a second job.” You say, tracing circles on his chest. He’s too tired to take off his clothes, and you won’t force him to. He’ll be out of the house by 5:00, and he needs all the sleep he can get. He shakes his head at your suggestion, looking at you with soft eyes.

“You have college and the diner already. You’re stretched as thin as you can be.” He whispers, threading his hand through yours again.

“I still have free hours. Not much, but enough to get you some proper rest.” You manage to say. The bags under his eyes speak for themselves. He’ll end up dead if he keeps working like this. You can’t do this without him, any of it. If he dies, if he ends up in some hospital being fed by the few coins you have left dripping through his veins, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. You would gladly work every hour of every day just to see him healthy again. That isn’t realistic, though, and you know it. He’ll never let you take on that burden. You love him for it, but sometimes, his stubborn nature takes hold of him.

“No. This works, what we’re doing. We’ll be fine.” His voice is scratchy and low, but with just enough force to let you know he means it. When he looks at your face, eyes shining with unshed tears, his heart shatters. He kisses your hands again. “I promise, baby, we’ll be out of this soon enough. In two months we’ll have the money to take a break for a little bit. I’ll work lighter hours and we might even have enough saved to take you out on a proper date.” He smiles. You laugh quietly, though the sound is choked. Hot tears force themselves out of your eyes.

“Two months.” You repeat. He nods. “Two long ass fucking months.”

He starts to laugh, slowly at first, until you join. You wrap your arms around him as you giggle into his chest, and his whole body is shaking with the force of his snickering.

“Two goddamn bitches of months.” He offers, still grinning like a madman. He laughs, and you laugh in his arms, and for the first time in a long time, you think that things might end up working out.

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kaicubus · 2 years

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Dating Patrick Verona

Warnings : mentions of smoking // drug use, mentions of using a switchblade.

fem!reader x Patrick Verona from 10 things I hate about you

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- At first you were a bit scared of Patrick. I mean, who wouldn’t be? This guy eats live animals, according to everyone else, so if he could do something as terrible as that who knows what else he’s capable of?

- No one really talks to him besides his little group of delinquents, so he’s pretty much a loner and because of his reputation a lot of people fear him. However. No one else seems to think about how dangerously attractive he is, so in a way, that makes you a loner as well.

- When you try bonding with him in class, or even just talking to him, he immediately looks at you like you're some crazed junkie who lost her way — some psycho who wants herself killed. Partially right.

♡ You’re the only person in Patrick’s life who sees him for how he truly is without all the false rumors going around, harmless and harmful. In truth, Patrick’s actually pretty interesting to observe because how can someone be so stupid yet being so inhumanly intelligent at the same exact time?

♡ Patrick is extremely petty when it comes to jealousy. If he sees a guy flirting with you, he grabs your face and for those next few seconds his lips don’t leave yours — just so they get the message. He’s only touchy and shows PDA for the only reason of basically claiming you as his.

♡ He always picks you up in his car when you two go out, whether you like it or not, because that’s his way of showing you he cares when he can’t show it any other way.

♡ In quiet moments, he asks you what’s on your mind, what you're thinking about, what you want to do in the future, why you want to go where you want to go, what happened in your childhood that hurt you, because he wants to get to know you on the most personal level.

♡ Since he has such a dirty mind, any chance he gets he’ll make anything you say or do sexual. He thinks its funny and more importantly it makes you mad so it’s even better in his opinion.

♡ When you two are alone and out of sight of the public he’s actually sweet and focuses on you. Patrick is so touch starved but won’t show it so when you do small things like move his hair out of his face or fix his clothes, it sends his heart racing.

♡ He may not like admitting defeat but if there's one thing he will not tolerate is losing. That being said, if he screws up and you two get into an argument about something he’s going to do everything in his power to make it up to you. He’ll bring flowers, your favorite food, bring you your favorite book SIGNED by the author ((if they're not dead that is)), or a special mixtape of all the songs that remind him of you.

♡ He could care less about what other people say about him, it happens all the time, if anyone says anything about you though is unacceptable and punishable by piercing them a new hole with a switchblade in the leg.

♡ “You got to try it just once.” He asks when you tell him to quit smoking, “I'm sure it'll be worth your while. Mary jane’s an old friend, and she certainly knows how to loosen those screws of yours. What do you say? I’ll shotgun you, so it won’t hurt.”

♡ He won’t inadvertently say it, but he loves holding your hand or holding your wrist if you’re walking together anywhere.

♡ When it comes to saying ‘I love you,’ he’s not entirely sound on the idea, but if he knows how much it means to you he’ll find other ways to say it — begrudgingly.

#10 things i hate about you #patrick verona #patrick verona x reader #headcanons #x reader #patrick verona imagines #heath ledger #fanfic #imagines #patrick verona imagine #10 things i hate about you imagine #kaicubus

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just-a-beatlemaniac69 · 2 years

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Same asshole just different fonts

#stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie munson #patrick verona #10 things i hate about you #samemanjustdifferentfonts #eddie munson x reader #Patrick Verona x reader #heath ledger #joseph quinn

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swanimagines · 26 days

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Please can I ask for some headcanons about dating Patrick Verona (10 Things I Hate About You)? Please? Thank you!

- When you started at your new school, you immediately grew to be intrigued by your classmate before even knowing his name.

- A classic bad boy, charming, handsome, breaking the rules...

- Just your type.

- Even when you knew such boys could be bad influence.

- Your new friends were worried about your crush, often those kinds of boys could be violent behind closed doors.

- And honestly, you were kind of afraid of such behavior too.

- But you couldn't help it, especially after he started to show interest towards you too.

- He began to be flirty, though also a bit cocky.

- But he got you flustered anyway.

- It was the first time a boy had showed any romantic interest towards you, so you weren't entirely sure if he was actually interested, if he was just messing with you or... if he was just after your body and not you.

- But as time went by, his actual crush on you began to be more and more genuine.

- Unless he was one hell of an actor, he seemed to be really into you.

- Your friends told you to be wary, but they admitted that he did really feel like he was being genuine.

- So, you began to meet him after school.

- You asked him that you'd take it slow, you wanted to get to know him properly without making it anything more.

- He agreed to that, understanding your doubts.

- It started with just casually hanging out. Getting some food together and eating at the park, just chatting about your lives, going to school parties together, going on walks together...

- But eventually, he asked you on a real date.

- He admitted he wasn't used to being a romantic who could sweep people off their feet, he only knew how to be a charmer towards new people.

- And the basic dinner and a movie after was something he apologised for.

- You were more than happy about it though, being able to spend time with him.

- When you opened the door for him upon him fetching you from your home, he looked you over in your attire, seemingly stunned.

"You look amazing." - Patrick

- You chuckled, looking at your feet for a moment and biting your lip.

"Oh, stop it." - You

- You had the most amazing time that night, and when Patrick dropped you off, he asked for your permission to kiss you.

- You blinked at him, but then eagerly nodded.

- So he slowly leaned in, and then he carefully pressed his lips against yours.

- You had never kissed anyone before, so at first you weren't sure what to do, but quickly got the hang of it and rested your arms on his forearms as he placed his hands on your waist.

- When you parted, you both laughed quietly, and at that moment you both knew you were now a couple.

- The next morning, upon you arriving to school, you found the most beautiful bouquet of flowers from your locker, and realised Patrick had used his lockpicking skills to surprise you.

- He also began leaving love notes at the inside of your locker door.

- When you were together, he usually had his arm around your waist.

- He also wasn't shy with PDA.

- Kissing your cheek, neck, shoulders...

- At first you felt awkward by so many looking at you being lovey-dovey, but got used to it as time went by.

- And, you kind of enjoyed seeing that old grump Mrs. Highwood glaring at you in disapproval as Patrick's face was buried into your neck.

- Your friends also approved of Patrick in the end, and you often hung out together.

- Your relationship ended up being the couple goals for many in your school.

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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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patrick verona would def save u from “fabio” harrassing u. Can’t help but aid a pretty girl in trouble. 😉

YES OMG. he sees joey talking to you and notices the discomfort on your face, and he sees it get even worse when joey tries to put his arm around you. patrick’s had a crush on you for a while, and he can’t help the anger that boils inside of him at the sight of joey messing with you.

he comes over and taps joey on the shoulder, causing him to jump. “what’s your problem?!”

“i see you picking on my girl, and i want it to stop.”

you shoot him a confused look, and he just nods in gesture for you to play along. you realize he’s trying to help you and let him put his arm around your shoulder protectively.

“your girl?” joey scoffs.

“yeah. my girl.” patrick stares him down, and joey finally relents and walks away grumbling.

patrick removes his arm from your shoulder and asks if you’re okay, and you tell him you’re fine and think him for helping you.

“it’s nothing- i’m not gonna stand by and let a pretty girl get harassed.”

you blush and bite down a smile- patrick verona just called you pretty? he offers to buy you coffee and you accept. he seems scary but he’s really just a big ol’ sweetheart, isn’t he?

SORRY SKDJSKDJSK THIS LOW KEY TURNED INTO A FIC 😭😭 i love patrick veronaaaaa </33

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rosesloveletters · 11 months

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Love Potion.

pairing: Patrick Verona x Reader

word count: 801 (less is more with this one)

warnings: angst

summary: Reader reflects on their almost-marriage to Patrick Verona years after it’s all been said and done.

author’s note: Yes, I wrote another sad fic. I’ve had this in my head since last October. Based on a song...guess which one.

Unedited.

A lot could be said for all the sleepless nights, the grieving in slow-motion and the oblivion that followed, if you weren’t too exhausted to do so. For the last several years, you’d retreated from the world, hidden in plain sight, as it were, and you found solitude in the mundane. An average life for an average soul and that sentiment only bothered you as much as you were willing to admit.

You didn’t know what Patrick was doing now or if he had moved on. You hardly thought about him these days. Much had changed now that the two of you had grown up and apart; you were adults now and the impulses of youth that shrouded your past relationship had faded with time. The wounds were only so deep, but if you pick at a scab, it’s bound to open and that was the last thing you wanted.

You couldn’t say why he was on your mind. Something had reminded you of him, you were certain. Perhaps a whiff of peppermint had wafted into your nostrils and suddenly you were five years younger, sitting on the school bleachers next to your high school sweetheart, Patrick Verona, who was sucking on a peppermint candy he pulled out of his jeans pocket. He always used to carry them around with him. “It hides the smell of the cigarette smoke” he told you then in that thick, velveted Australian accent of his that always settled into the pit of your stomach just right.

He was like Christmas.

Senior year was rough on you both. You went off to college and Patrick got a technical degree to become a mechanic. He liked cars and was good with his hands. He made decent money and the hours weren’t the worst he’d ever had. He liked to work and it kept his mind off the fact that you weren’t there.

That must have been culprit. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, except when you’re two young adults trying to figure out the rest of your lives and where you fit in the other’s story.

Patrick was an impulsive young man. He made snap-decisions, but he had to live with them after and that was trouble. You loved his half-baked ideas, when he would beg you to skip class with him during fifth period so he could take you to the mall or the park. It was a lot easier to date Patrick when there were no strings attached. You had your whole lives ahead of you, why settle for a smaller picture?

You loved him. If you hadn’t known it then, you did now.

Why hadn’t you told him so more often?

Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter. You had said it enough times to convince him to propose.

At the time, the worst things you could think of were losing your job, failing an exam, never reaching your goals. You never stopped to think about how much worse it would be to have to put a wedding ring on your finger.

You didn’t have the time to devote to a full-time marriage. You had spent your whole life striving to reach the point where you could be fully independent, and you were ready to take the moment and taste it; there must be another way.

Who gave you the right to break his heart?

Patrick was too nice. He did things just for you, he built his life around the promise of a future with you, but when you asked for it, he gave you your freedom just the same and you craved the hurt it brought.

Patrick was sunshine, but you felt more comfortable in the dark.

You wanted the pain the came with a clean break and you wouldn’t have been able to cut him off any other way.

You had changed after high school; your lover stayed the same.

You had led him on and that was your fault. It didn’t have to end this way, but sometimes you just don’t know the answer until someone asks the question and you wished you had been more prepared for the fallout.

At least now you were unbound.

You wondered if he ever thought of you and the answer came, years later. It was a postcard and Christmas never looked so good.

He had a family and that was what was supposed to happen, only it would’ve been your arm around him, your lips on his cheek and your children wearing big smiles and even bigger holiday sweaters.

From all appearances, your Patrick, ‘Peppermint’ you remember you used to call him, had moved on.

He still thought of you when it mattered and it always had to him.

And life went on.

You never thought of him again, except on nights like this.

#heath ledger #patrick verona #patrick verona x reader #patrick verona imagine #10 things i hate about you #10tihay #ten things i hate about you #biblio :: 📖

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lizisthecoolest · 8 months

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i need "i can't take me eyes off of you" (heath's version) immediately 😭😭 NO BUT I NEED A MAN TO DO SOMETHING THAT ELABORATE AND BIG AND OBSTINATE AND GOOFY AND ROMANTIC 😭😭

#10 things i hate about you #ten things i hate about you #heath ledger #patrick verona #katarina stratford #julia stiles #patrick verona x reader #I LOVE HIM PLS

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ledgerserious8 · 4 months

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Put A Love | Patrick Verona & Reader

Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing

Genre : Love Smut

Summary : Patrick Need To Love You..

Word count : 7.7k

Part two of : A Shoulder To Cry

After two weeks of this letter you didn't tell anyone about it but you keep thinking about who could be sending you this love letter but all the sighs meaning one person...

Just Patrick..

Patrick was hiding himself against the tree of your new alone house He looked exhausted and seemed sad, his eyes showed how much he had suffered during these weeks

He needed you need your attention your love and everything in you His heart was broken that's made him throw A stone on your room window

'Please notice me" - he mumbled

But you keep Reading your book you was too foucs and into your little own world just thinking about everything can keep you off the world

He kept throwing stones, but you didn't look, your focus was on your book but he took a chance and ran towards the balcony, he banged his fist on the glass of your window

"Hey! Y/n" - he called you as looking at you as Patrick felt hopeless and dejected

He was shocked by how beautiful you was your bright eyes, your soft hair, your pretty lips everything on you was perfect

Patrick sighed and said - "Finally you see me" as sighing in relief

You come and opened your window to make him enter your room and he replied to you by a soft smile

'What do you want?" - you asked him calmly.

"You know what I want" he approached closer to the balcony.

The moonlight highlighted his eyes as he looked at her, he smiled his most charming smile

"You're the one I've been dreaming about all the time." - He whispered as looking into your eyes

You widen your eyes as your fingers holding the letter and he noticed it it's made him smiling more and looked back at you

'Was it you?" - You whispered after noticing his eyes seeing the letter

Patrick was delighted when you recognized the letter With his heart pounding, he slowly walked closer to you and took both your hands

He gently squeezed your hands and said - "Yes it’s me, it’s always me"

His eyes seemed to search for your approval, he needed you so much

"I am the one who wrote that letter, I can't explain how much you mean to me or how much I need you, I can't live without you." - Patrick added confidently

He didn't hold himself anymore so his fingers caressed your cheeks, your heart beat rapidly, the more he caressed, the thicker your breathing became faster than before

The moonlight created the perfect setting for this moment, his hands on your cheeks and his breath on your face made you melt into his touch as Patrick's heart beat like a drum in his chest, his every motion sent goosebumps on your skin

Patrick was lost in the heat of the moment, your soft skin felt heavenly He traced the shape of your face with his fingers, his breath brushing against your cheeks and nose

Patrick's heart was beating faster than ever as he looked down into your eyes, searching for a response from your mouth

'Are you serious?" - you whispered as looking into his eyes trying to searching for answers

Patrick hesitated for a moment before replying - "Yes, I am as serious as I've ever been in my life. I've never felt this way about anyone before.

I care for you more than anything else " - he whispered as took your hands into his and kissed them a soft kiss

Patrick looked into your eyes lovingly and longingly as he leaned into you, his face was just a few inches away He waited for a sign from you, hoping that you felt the same way

The tension in the air was palpable, the chemistry between them almost electric

'Say it" he whispered with deep voice as looking into your eyes and his hands cupped your face.

Patrick felt his body trembling from the urge to kiss you He was just inches away, and all he needed was the permission from you

"Say it, be my baby" - he whispered softly as leaning even closer

Patrick couldn't resist anymore, he had to know if you felt the same way but there's a simple hope into his heart for your next words

You keep silent as blushing just the look at him made you speechless it's made Patrick laughed softly at your cutest expression

"Tell me that you want me too" - He said with a smile as his fingers playing with your cheeks

"That you want this too That you are just as desperate to be with me as I am with you." - Patrick added softly as looking into your eyes

'That you're dreaming of me hugging you kissing you over and over"

'That you're dreaming of me put my love into your heart into your life"

'And into your body"

You keep silent but feeling your body temperature getting higher making him smirking noticed his effect on you and how your breath becomes heavily just because of him

'You already know i love you too" - you replied softly making him melting as his breath hitting the skin of your face

This was all he needed

Patrick didn't waste a second and closed the distance between the both of you, his hands went on your cheeks as his lips took your mouth against his as The kiss was full of desire, the both of your tongues intertwined and your bodies pressed against each other

It was a kiss that would make the both of you forget there was ever a world apart and your fingers moved making a way to touch his curly black hair

All of the emotions he had been bottling up inside of him finally overflowed in this moment, and he couldn't contain himself any longer.

Patrick's hands ran down your body, caressing your back and waist, all he could think about was this feeling, this connection he had never felt before

The kiss became more passionate as the both of you held each other so tight, his lips exploring every inch of your mouth, his body pressing against yours and his tongue licked your lips lightly

'Patrick" - you whispered but his long finger put on your lips to stop you from speaking

'Shh..tonight just our love" - he whispered back to you as smirking while looking at your shiny eyes and then at your lips

Patrick wanted nothing more than to be close to you in that moment, he wanted the both of your bodies to melt together and His hands were running through your hair, pulling it gently as he did, you was so beautiful in his dark brown eyes

He couldn't believe he was finally holding you and kissing you and put his truly love in your heart and body, the bad boy's dream had come true because of you

But suddenly...you felt him pick you up

Patrick lifted you in his arms and pulled you close to his body, he looked at you and could feel your heavily breath on his face The connection between the both of you was so intense that he wanted to lose himself in it so badly

your body fit perfectly into his larger frame, and it seemed like the both of you were made for each other Patrick's heart was beating so quickly as His lips moved from your mouth down to your neck, kissing and nibbling you gently. He wanted to take this moment in forever

Patrick laid you on your bed of your room, slowly running his hands alongside your body, enjoying your soft skin He wanted to touch you everywhere and explore every inch of your body, his tongue ran along your neck and your ear, making you biting your bottom lip

'Patrick I.." - you whispered but again he put his finger on your lips caressing your lips gently

"May I...?" - he mumbled as looking into your eyes, their breath was heavy and the both of your eyes locked with each other

You didn't answer..you lost control so you just nodded.

Patrick continued to kiss your neck, his hands slowly starting to move down you body He was so attracted to you and every part of you

He wanted to feel you body against him He started kissing your lips, your jaw, your ears, everywhere he could reach He was so lost in the moment, it felt like the two of them were the only ones in the room.

Patrick's exploration continued, and he was enjoying every reaction coming from you by his touch and kisses

You was so sensitive, and he was enjoying the way you was gasping and moaning with every move he did to your body He wanted to keep going, to keep exploring your body, to make you enjoy this time with him as much as possible.

'Oh..Patrick" - you moaned softly as closing your eyes and your hands wrapped around his back to pulled him closer to you feeling his body against yours

'Feel good babygirl?" - he whispered as asking you softly while he was sucking your earlobe and neck by his tongue

'S-so good" - you whispered back as biting your bottom lip and trying to take his black shirt off because you was needing him so much as much he need you

'I think you should do something" - he asked you softly making you keep looking at him as nodded gently

You understand what's he was meaning so you moved and get closer to him and started kissing his neck and gave him a love bites making him groaned your name softly

He asking you for more and don't want you to stop while your hands was taking his black shirt off

His body was manly like a gentleman not just a...good bad boy

'Y/n...baby" - he groaned softly as letting his fingers through your hair and back

You pulled him closer to as you throw his black shirt somewhere on the floor of the room and he did it you was just loved how his skin color and body was look perfect and suit you

He put you back on the bed making your head resting on the pillow and kissing your neck and lips passionately he was so hungry for everything about you

He want to kiss and touch every inch of you that Patrick Verona felt he can't get enough of you as his true love and everything he had need in his life

Take this off - he whispered as breaking the kiss and trying to take your shirt off so he could see your body and chest wearing bar but he want you to be naked for him

By one move from his fingers he just put your shirt up and take it off as throw it on the floor of the room with his black shirt

But after a few seconds his jeans and pants decided to join the floor too..

And your eyes seeing this pretty boy was just smiling as looking at your body and breasts wearing a dark pinky bar

'Can you stop staring" - you mumbled as avoiding looking at his eyes making him smirking

'I can staring at what mine any time i want right sweetie?" - he asked you teasingly as smiling at you sweaty face making you blushing under his gaze

He smiled more as started to unclipped your bra off so your breasts showing out for him letting him kissing and sucking your neck trying to make you ready for his next move and be in pleasure always

But Suddenly you let out a soft moan from your mouth after feeling his mouth captured one of your nipples as he keep sucking on it making you turned on and be needy for him he knew how to do that well

'Patrick..please" - you moaned out as your hands grabbed the bedsheet while closing your eyes as begging him to be hurry

You needed him..he made you needed him a lot

'Music in my ears" - he confessed as smiling at your your moans for him it's was so perfect for him to keep going

You closed your eyes because you never see your body is beautiful or good to be for him but his moves on your body make your lips let out a moans after make his fingers playing with your clothed clit slowly

By his fingers..he loved fingerling you

"So much wetness" - he mumbled while keep doing his job by his fingers

It's made you moaning a lot and god that bad boy was loving the melody of your moans running into his ears

He was eating you out by his fingers and without keep waiting he start pushing two finger inside of your clit

It's made your moans sounds becomes louder for him and you felt him smirking about it He can noticed your sweat on your face from up to down

'So wet for your bad boy" - he whispered in low huskily tone as pushed three finger inside of your wetness pussy

He didn't get a reply from you because you whimpering and trying to catch your breath he made your heart beating faster he can feel you was enjoying it so much

'Patrick please i need you" - you whispered as your fingers grabbed the bedsheet

He keep silent he wanted to eating you out and make you cum by his mouth but he felt he can't say no to you because he can see how seriously you want him to put his love into you

'As you wish baby" - he whispered in deep voice as smirking showing his teeth and his fingers just took your pants off

He wanted you to be calm and relaxed for him so he put a few soft kisses on your inner thighs again and again making you breathing heavily more then before

'Ready sweetheart?" - he asked you softly as looking at your eyes waiting for simple answer even if he knew you're ready he will just wait to hear you say it

It's was just a permission before everything

'Yes my Patrick I'm" - you whispered as put a smile and nodded at him

That's making him smiling because he loved the idea of you called him 'Your Patrick" making know that you're his and he's yours now and forever

He closed his eyes as He grabbed your hand with his his fingers locked with yours like romantic scene as he hide his face against your neck and hair you fell him started placing a trail of kisses on your neck

And you felt his cock push inside of your pussy gently and carefully guide himself inside of you he just making you moaned out softly but Patrick was so gentle with you like you were made of glass

And he doesn't want to break that glass..

'So please" - you whispered softly while you can feel him smirking

'Because it's us" - he replied as kissing your earlobe with smile on his sweaty face

He started thrust inside of you and you was so tight but you started feeling pleasure by because he pick up his speed he want to make you feel him...feel how he put his love into you

your moans made him almost losing control his sweaty chest started raising up and down like he was losing his breath and he knew you was the reason of it

'See how I'm losing my breath because of you" - he whispered as biting your earlobe and giving your neck love bites

The both of you was into your little own world but you can feel the bed started shaking by the movement of your bodies the walls was hearing your moans and his groans

Suddenly The sound of rain started hearing outside the window and the both of you didn't care because you was moaning his name and he was doing the same thing with you

You was in pleasure and he does too as the both of you was enjoying it too and his fingers keep grabbed the bedsheets and your hair was sticking to your forehead making you looked sexiest more in his eyes

""P-Patrick I can't take it" - you moaned as he keep thrusts inside of you and closed his eyes trying to control himself and forget your voice tone

'So hot like hell" he whispered as opened his lustful eyes and staring at you

'Let's cum together" - he added huskily as trying to speak more but you cut him off by kissing him making him forget everything about the world

A kiss during making love...it's was Patrick's favorite moments

You just kissed him passionately and he kissed you back as keep thrust inside of you faster then before you could feel the bed keep shaking with your legs around his waist

Everything becomes blur because the both of you was losing control together and can't take it anymore...

He groaned your name louder than before with you and you was screaming his name loudly for the last time when you both cumming together make your orgasm looks better

That pleasure that touchs and fingers and this muscle body and cook made you felt butterflys in your stomach while his fingers was on your clit

He give you a few thrusts before take himself out of you and colleagues on top of you he was whimpering and trying to catch his breath back

He was tired but feel proud of himself...by giving himself to you

He closed his eyes as smiling to himself of the idea of making love with you again and again in the future was making him realize he finally got you

the idea of you still beside him until now is still made him happy and don't want to let go never and ever like there's no more time in the world just to be with you

You smiled as feeling his strong arms wrapped around you pulled you closer to his body and chest making you lied your head on his chest

'I love you so much" - you confessed softly and made him lifted his head off from the pillow to look at your face

'I love you too thank you for letting me in" - he whispered against your lips and put a soft kiss

'Thank you for this pleasure you too" - you replied and he let out a cutr soft chuckle

'Did you felt good?" - he asked as looking into your eyes trying to read your mind

'Yes i did" - you said and let out a soft giggle while thinking about every moment happened between you and him from the beginning

He nodded silently as smiling cheerily and closed his eyes his eyelashes and mouth made him look a baby to you...your baby bad boy

You closed your eyes and a few minutes the breath of the both of you becomes slowed and your bodies hugging each other as the covers of the bed wrapped around the both of you

Patrick can be bad boy but it's dosen't mean he can't fall in love with you

It's dosen't mean he can't be good person all the time

It's dosen't mean he can't..

Put A Love

#actors #celebrities #heath #heath ledger #heath ledger imagine #heathers #patrick verona x reader #patrick verona imagines #patrick verona #10 things i hate about you

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softbbyingfan · 1 year

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Patrick Verona in a cg!headspace headcanons:

He could be doing anything at all, but the moment he sees something reminding him of his little one his mind begins to wander

His brain keeps bringing up ideas and he starts getting that fuzzy feelings

When Patrick puts something into his head, he won't stop until it's perfect

Saw an interesting snack/meal idea for his little? He's already adapting the recipe to fit his baby's desires.

A new activity pops into his head? He has an itinerary and time set out for it to work on both their schedules.

One of his darling's favorite toys or gear went up for sale? He's got premium shipping to make sure they can get it sooner.

Patrick can/will still act like a caregiver even when his love isn't in littlespace

It's usually unintentional for him to act like a caregiver, but sometimes he really wants to just baby and care for someone.

Will constantly check in and show them affection like he usually would.

"Knock knock! I'm just checking in on you, angel. I brought you a drink and a snack. What? I'm just watching out for my darling. You've been working all day, don't you want to relax a bit? Maybe we can color in one of your books while watching something nice? Okay, I'll let you get back to it. But you better be giving my little one rest when they need it!"

Sooner or later, he helps them slip into little space properly. And he's a man of his word, so they'll do everything he said they would.

#i might write a little something fkr myself following this thought #patrick verona x reader #self ship agere #agere imagine #agere sfw #ficto community

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dearsnow · 11 months

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I WOULD DO IT AGAIN

Part 1 || Part 2

- after the disastrous events of last night’s party, patrick comes back to dig out the truth (patrick verona x gn!reader, fluff, ⚠️ themes of alcohol / being drunk, this is the second part).

word count: 1457

a/n - it’s done!!!!! tysm to the people that read and enjoyed part one. i’m planning to write for patrick more, so stick around if you want to :) once again, this is inspired by the vibes of francesca by hozier

You wake to dappled sunlight filtering through your dust-speckled blinds. Your eyes flutter closed again as the gentle caresses of the morning are giving you a splitting headache- that, or the sheer amount of alcohol you downed last night. You move to pull the covers over your head, but your sheets are stuck on the corner of your bed. You just slip down further instead, groaning at the needling pains attacking your forehead.

When you try to think of the events of last night, past the time you spent dancing to the beat of pulsing strobe lights, very little comes to mind. Even the dancing is blurry. A warm voice, maybe, and the cold night air. The stars, spinning. Everything being blurry and broken and tinged with blue. God, your head hurts. You put your hand on your forehead, trying to soothe the ache.

When your front door opens, breaking your early-morning silence, you curse the god that sent your parents home so early. You will never know peace today.

Your door creaks open, and you snuggle down under your covers until your feet are almost hanging off the bed. You can’t let them know you’ve been out drinking. You hope they just think you’re being a moody teenager, too chronically tired to wake up earlier than 10:00 AM.

“You up?” The voice is rich, deep, and lightly accented. It’s definitely not your parents.

You shuffle up, poking your head out of your mess of blankets. You wince as your headache spits more of its fire.

“Pat?” Your throat is dry, and it’s reflected in your words. They come out scratchy and hoarse, and you wrinkle your nose at how pathetic you must look and sound. Does he know what happened when you got wasted?

Like he can read your mind, he closes the door and sits down on your bed. “You were pretty fucking wild last night. Got me worried.”

“You? Worried? About me?” You laugh, voice still on the rocks. “Usually it’s the other way around.”

Patrick smiles, but there’s something sad laced between his teeth. It shows through his eyes, how his dark brown irises look at you like a mourning dog. You sit up.

“What even happened at the party?” You ask. “I don’t even remember you being there.” You must’ve done something horrific to make him look like that. Did you flip off a police officer or scream at him?

Usually, you’re put together. A model citizen, even. Usually, you’re the one influencing him to be better. Usually, usually. Last night was definitely not a usual night.

His smile disappears from his lips, and a worried frown replaces it. He knows he has to bring it up. He debated it over and over in his head at home. Even on the trip to your house he was still trying to decide if he should tell you or not. He knows, though, that if he was the one drunk out of his mind, you would tell him the truth. You wouldn’t keep it from him. Besides, the burn inside him aches to know if what you said was true. “You said something stupid.” He mutters.

You internally punch yourself but groan out loud. You knew it. Why did you ever let yourself get that drunk? You should’ve just stayed home.

“What did I say?”

“You said…” He looks away, and you can’t help but notice how he keeps avoiding eye contact. “You said you loved me.”

That kickstarts your heart. Now your chest is pounding and you can hear the ringing in your head. You can feel the pulsing heat, the burn that comes with this.

“I know you didn’t mean it. People do stupid shit when they’re drunk. Don’t worry about it.” He says gruffly. He moves to stand up, but in a you grab his hand after a brief moment of hesitation.

You do love him. So, so much. “I wasn’t lying.” You whisper, and his eyes widen the slightest bit.

For a minute, you remember that this was exactly how he looked last night. Curls wild, the smell of smoke clinging to his body. And you love him just as fiercely now as you did then.

“You don’t regret it?” His voice shakes a little at the end of his sentence.

You’re panicking now. You’ve never done anything like this before, and today was not the day you were planning on starting. Every single possibility is racing through your mind, and you feel like you might throw up, but you have to tell the truth. You’ve gotten this far already- it would be cruel to leave your best friend hanging.

“I would do it again. Sober, I mean. I love you.”

You stare up at him, and he stares back at you. His eyes are broken like shattered glass, and when he sees you in his cracked lenses, the tears beginning to well up in your eyes could almost be glue.

It’s true. You actually love him, and it wasn’t just a stupid drunken confession. You didn’t latch on to the first friendly face you saw. You love him, of all people. Him. Patrick.

“You do?” His voice is quiet and just a little hoarse. His mind is reeling. Your words play like a mantra in his head, repeating over and over until the word “love” sounds like a made-up sound meant to rhyme with “dove” in a children’s novel. “Why?”

He isn’t deserving of it, he thinks. He could never deserve a love as great, as gentle, as beautiful as yours. He always assumed he would love in hellfire and smashed plates. Never once did he consider that you loved him back, and that he could have someone as good as the person staring back at him with messy hair and soft eyes.

You tilt your head. Why? He should know why by now. “I mean, what isn’t to love? You say it all the time.” He looks terrified and elated all at once.

“Well, yeah, but why?” He moves closer to you, his weight causing your bed to dip. The sheets wrinkle under his touch and the sunlight is bleeding through his hair. You have never seen anything more beautiful before.

“I love you because you’re funny. Not just in the class clown way, but you’re really genuinely funny. You always make me laugh every time I’m having a bad day. And you’re caring and strong and supportive. I mean, I’m pretty sure you were the one that took me home last night. You care about everyone a lot more than you seem to think. You’re talented, too, and really smart.” He snorts at that, and you add on. “Yeah, I know, you skip classes and stuff but you catch onto things quickly. And you’re good at figuring out how to work my appliances, which can come in handy.” You take a breath. “What I’m trying to say, Pat, is that I really do like you. In a serious, genuine, love-filled way.”

You feel the ramble lifting an incredible weight off your shoulders. You got it out, after so long of loving the boy that grew to be your best friend. It’s done. Even if he doesn’t love you back, at least you’re not carrying this intense, heartbreaking burden.

Patrick opens his mouth slightly, then closes it as he thinks about his words.

“That’s good.”

You feel it all coming back down to crush you.

“Good?”

“Yeah, good. ‘Cuz I love you too.”

And suddenly, you’re flying. It barely feels real, and you smile harder than you ever have in your entire life. “You do?”

You feel his rough hands come up to settle on your face, and you relish the warmth. He’s so close you can feel his breath fanning over your nose.

“Of course I do. You’re a catch.” He says. You laugh, he smiles, and he leans in further. You feel his slightly chapped lips on yours, and suddenly, nothing else in the world has any significance.

It’s gentle and soft, despite his rough edges. You can feel his curls tickling your chin, and he smiles into the kiss. When he pulls away, you’re left with the tingling sensation of touch and a heart that’s beating a mile a minute.

“I liked that.” You grin, breathless and wild. His cheeks are flushed.

“You better get used to it, then. There’s more where ‘that’ came from.” His thumb draws circles on your cheek.

He dips to the side, tilting his head to whisper something into your ear.

“Unless, of course, you actually do regret it.”

The corners of your mouth lift up involuntarily as you whisper something into his.

“Like I said, I would do it again.”

#solar eclipse.#patrick verona x reader #patrick verona #10 things i hate about you #10tihay #x reader #patrick verona imagines #heath ledger #fanfic #fanfiction

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