Patrick Star Dumb Face Novels & Stories

The ice pack strapped to my knee had gone half-melted, damp against the brace, but the throbbing underneath hadn’t gotten the memo. On the TV across the room, a replay of last season’s playoffs looped silently. Me in full gear. Mask on. Dropping into butterfly, glove snapping shut as the crowd exploded. The broadcast cut to slow motion, the commentators’ voices muted but familiar in my head anyway. Unbreakable Ronan Hale. I grabbed the remote and killed the screen. Silence rushed in, thick and heavy. And then, like a penalty I couldn’t kill, a name slid into the quiet.

Coach continued, his voice dropping into a quieter, almost gentle register that caught me completely off guard. "The media, the fans, the front office—they'll forget about you in five years. They'll replace you with a bigger, faster kid who doesn't ask questions. But the kid in room 412? He's looking at you like you're the only thing in the world that actually matters. Don't throw that away because you're scared of a few whispers. True strength isn't about hiding who you love in the dark. It's about having the guts to stand in the light and claim him."

Patrick complains as the photographer is about to take Luna's picture. "What's wrong with my cheeks?" Luna mumbles, touching both sides of her face. Patrick then approaches Luna and brushes her cheeks with a makeup brush. "I think earlier I applied peach blush, why did it turn red?" Patrick mutters while trying to eliminate the red tint on both sides of Luna's face. No matter how hard Patrick tries, the redness doesn't seem to fade. Luna clears her throat in embarrassment and brushes Patrick's hand away. "Enough, just leave it, it will disappear eventually," Luna responds casually, causing Patrick to look at her with a puzzled expression. Luna, on the other hand, struggles to suppress her sm

“I got you now, you prick.” “Where am I…?” Patrick mumbled. He was still groggy and may be in need of a doctor. The bump on his forehead was the size of a small child’s fist. “Why am I naked…? Oh, hey sexy lady—” I couldn't help but laugh. I forgot to wear my shirt and my hair was still down. It's not the first time I was mistaken for a woman. “Hey,” I said, smirking. I could see the realization and his memory coming back to him as he stared at my face. He gasped when he recognized who I was. I smiled at him, my canine teeth showing, and he visibly shuddered. He tried to hide his nakedness with his hands.

The bald man walked towards us, his forehead crumpling and his eyes wide. I tried squinting my eyes and making it wide at the same time - I don't know how he does that! "I am not paying you to slack around and talk with your girlfriend!" Oh, come on! I'm not his anything! I glared at Mr. Patrick Star and said, "There are so many WRONG things with what you have just said!" "Excuse me?" Patrick raised an eyebrow, still squinting through. I raised my right pointer finger, "First off, he's not an employee!" I raised another finger, "Second, I am not his girl-"

The fact that I had not died was a problem for them. "Let him in." I said, rising from my chair to allow my full size as Patrick entered the room. Patrick came in, his lanky quick movements energizing the room in the way he did. His wayward eyes were never fully centered. While he was not very old his course hair was prematurely gray with a receding hairline. "I hear we're to offer you a congratulations on your she-wolf winner yesterday." His tone was dripping in mockery. "I'm surprised the Starstream Pack dares to show their faces at such a respectable event. We're all surprised that you live without the blood."

Patrick looked at me and said seriously, "I love you. I can't marry you. But I can give you anything else." "Hahahaha!" I couldn't help but laugh out loud! Although the wax on my skin limited the size of my face, I tried so hard to smile. As I laughed, tears welled up in my eyes. It probably was due to my exaggerated expression that Patrick and Shelton let go of each other in unison. "Bang!" With one hand holding the wax on the left side of my face, I slapped Patrick on his face once again.

"No, not Miss Carter. She is Luna of the Black Thorn Pack," said Patrick. The makeup artist was confused. "What?" "She is my mate." Patrick glanced at the makeup artist. "What do you think you should call her?" The makeup artist's face paled, and sweat immediately appeared on her forehead. Her delicate makeup was ruined by sweat. Damon, who was behind the crowd, suddenly raised his head. He stared blankly at the couple not far from him. In the next moment, he lowered his head, but he no longer concealed the hatred and sadness in his eyes.

After having lunch, Amanda heard that Patrick had woken up, so she went downstairs. Perry and Calvin were both there. Patrick was lazily lying on the bed when he saw Amanda come down. Thinking of his face, Patrick lowered his head, not daring to look at Amanda. Amanda, who understood him well, walked over and teased, “Patrick, why are you looking down?” Patrick clenched his fists. She was asking on purpose. He knew his face had been disfigured, and he had liked his face so much before. Now, he didn’t even dare to look in the mirror.

"DAD! COME BACK! I apologize! PLEASE! DAD! YOU CRAP FUCKERS! DON'T TOUCH ME, PLEASE! HELP! ANYONE HELP? My face ached as my head jerked to the side. It took me some time to realize that I had been smacked by the elderly guy and that his rings had sliced into my face. "You, my little spitfire, possess an inner spark that I don't like. Do not fret. Damien will extinguish that flame completely," answered the elderly guy. "Get rid of her."