hii!! can i request some fluff for patrick feely x reader? thank you 💗
note ⸝⸝⸝ it’s meant to be awkward.. someoje pray for me to finish my masterlist alr
summary ⸝⸝⸝ you catch feely in his natural habitat . . .
warnings ⸝⸝⸝ none?
one thing you’ll always fall for are farmboys. not all farmboys — obviously. just the certain ones who have that distinct, specific kind of charm. the soft ones. the kind that plays guitar and looks into your eyes while he does.
you’ve had a crush on patrick feely — the boy next door who visits his family’s farm from time to time. and every time he does, you fall all over again. it’s like he’s got this red string wrapped around you. his presence makes you feel safe. the way he helps you with chores outside, how one of you would “accidentally” brush fingers.
and this was one of those times. you heard your mum calling for you to come outside. you groaned, already knowing she probably wanted you to say hi to some distant relative you barely remember. not even bothering to change out of your superman pjs, you rub your eyes and walk toward the front door, wide open, and step onto the porch. and there she is, standing next to the guy you’ve quite literally been dreaming about for years.
they’re both standing outside, your mum’s smile wide, and patrick turns to look at you — eyes scanning you up and down. you snap out of your sleepy trance, realizing you’re wearing the worst possible outfit. your face burns with embarrassment as he smirks.
“now i’ll leave you two kids alone. and next time, dress more appropriately, sweetie,” your mum says, winking as she walks toward her car. your face flushes even more at her comment.
when your eyes flicker back to him, he’s still staring. “hey,” he says softly, walking up the porch stairs, closing the distance.
“hi, patrick,” you mumble, eyes darting away to avoid his.
“ya miss me?” he asks, leaning back against the porch railing, like he’s settling in.
“do i have to answer that question..?” you reply, tilting your head slightly. he chuckles, glancing at your pajamas again.
“ya know, i actually missed you and your strange outfits. only thing that makes me feel like i’m really home. comforts me in a way.”
you roll your eyes, giggling. “sure, feely. superman pjs are peak therapy,” you say sarcastically.
he grins, stepping a little closer. “‘m serious though. i missed ya.”
your heart pounds like it’s trying to break free from your chest. how can one boy throw off your whole heartbeat like that? is that normal?
you step back slightly, shaking your head. but before you can say anything, he clears his throat. “— well. i gotta get to work now, but i’ll see you later?” he asks, like he already knows the answer.
“obviously. my mum’s probably gonna make me bring you bottles of milk again, like always…”
he laughs, nods, and disappears down the porch steps, out of sight. suddenly the air feels thinner without him there. dramatic, maybe, but his presence just changes something in you. you glance down at your outfit one last time, then bolt inside to get ready for later.
your boots that were once shiny — are now caked with dirt and hay as you make your way toward feely’s barnhouse, carrying a box of glass-bottled milk.
when you step inside, your eyes immediately land on him. his arm wipes sweat from his forehead, muscles flexing as he finishes stacking hay. he grabs his water and gulps it down. you can’t help but smile — he looks exhausted, eyebrows drawn tight.
as you approach, his head turns, finally noticing you. his face softens instantly. he wipes his mouth and smiles. “what are ya doin here?”
“watchin feely in his natural habitat,” you say, holding up the bottles like a trophy. he takes one, and you set the rest down, wiping your hands on your jeans.
but his eyes don’t leave yours. he doesn’t even open the bottle, all his focus is on you. “false. ‘m natural habitat is being with ya.”
your eyes widen a little as he steps closer, gently setting the bottle down. his fingers brush yours, searching for something. your permission, maybe.
neither of you says a word. your fingers just slowly intertwine. your breathing syncs, the only sound between you two is the pounding of your hearts.
his free hand rises, landing on your jaw so gently. “i think i’ll die if i don’t kiss you right now,” he breathes.
“then do it,” you whisper, lips barely apart.
he leans in and kisses you — soft, slow, like time’s been waiting for this moment. your hand finds his face, the other still in his.
you both pull away just enough to catch your breath. “i’ve been waiting for that,” you whisper. “a while now.”
“and i’ve been waiting just to touch your hand since the day i met you,” he says, breathless. “i like you. more than i know how to say.”
“i like you too, feely. always will.”
he presses his forehead against yours, still holding you like you’re made of glass — like he’s afraid to let go of you.
“my boy next door.”
“my girl next door.”
all you can think right now is that thank god, for those milk bottles.
hi!! would you be able to do an angsty feely fic ig inspired by 'scotty doesn't know?' like she's in katie's position where hugh is cheating on her but she's kind of starts cheating on him back with patrick after she finds out.. I hope that makes sense!! tysm 🫶
note ⸝⸝⸝ i love u anon this was genius and it was sm fun writing this ugh pt2 def coming soon!!!!!
summary ⸝⸝⸝ drama drama.. and drama
warnings ⸝⸝⸝ cheating, mentions of suggestive behavior(no smur tho), cursing
you’ve been in a lovely, awesome relationship with one of tommen high school’s students. your relationship started from catching each other’s eye, when you both got grouped up for a project. things led to another and you ended up as an undying couple.
you thought your relationship was pretty solid. hughie biggs was a nice guy — most of the time. only when it was just you two alone. never when he was around a specific blonde girl. and that blonde girl’s name ended in “young.” you tried to avoid it though. avoid catching that jealousy feeling, avoid being a possessive girlfriend. but the way she acted with hughie when you were there. and the way he just allowed it to happen.
which is why things stumbled, and uh… i guess you could say you didn’t mean to really end up having a full-on makeout sesh with patrick feely in the backseat of hughie’s car. it wasn’t your fault! well okay, it was. but you didn’t do it intentionally! you were both drunk, off your minds drunk from hughie’s classic crazed party, and catching hughie and lizzie kissing in his bedroom was just another stoop.
patrick caught you when you were at your lowest. crying in front of his house, after literally vomiting into the bushes, he was the one who held your hair back, and caressed you, making sure you felt better.
which is why you both are awkwardly sitting next to each other at lunch. you’re in between hughie and patrick. what a lovely seating.
hughie’s talking loudly with gibs, the rest of the table either laughing at them or lost in their own conversations, but not you and patrick. you were trying to focus on anything other than the fact that patrick’s fingers were caressing your inner thigh.
your cheeks redden the second feely leans into your side, manspreading a bit more so his thigh touches yours.
hughie turns to face you. “earth to you. what’s on your mind?” he says, waving a hand in your face.
“yeah, what do you think? don’t side with him just cuz he’s your boyfriend! side with the truth.” gibs says, the entire table shutting to look at you.
you awkwardly shift your gaze away from them and down to your lap. “uh. i don’t know? i side with no one.”
gibs loudly sighs. “see! she’s just saying that because she doesn’t wanna hurt your feelings, hughs!”
hughie turns his attention back to him. the entire table goes back to their usual chatter. god, that was awkward. actually no — it wasn’t awkward. you were just nervous because patrick won’t stop touching you! and you allowed him. you could stop and say something but you don’t want to. because you like the feeling of cheating on hughie back. you like the way patrick treats you, like you’re the only person in the world. that’s what you originally wanted in your relationship, but hughie’s eyes were on someone else. and now yours are on feely’s.
you and feely are in the janitor’s closet, students still walking outside and chattering. he has to go back to rugby practice soon but you guys got a little caught up.
patrick says your name softly, “seriously. i need to go. they’re gonna think it’s suspicious—”
he gets cut off by you pressing your lips to his. “seriously? you teased me all day during lunch and now you can’t spare a few seconds for me?” you tilt your head, grinning at him.
“fuck, i swear you do something to me— two more kisses then we’re done.”
“three?”
“no. two. what are you doing right now? enough with the pouty face.”
“i won’t stop till you add a three, farmer boy.”
patrick groans, rubbing his hands over his face, then grabbing you by the jaw. his tongue slides into yours for invitation and you accept instantly. the way his mouth feels against yours is just… unbelievable. you’ve never felt this electric feeling before with anyone, not even your uh… current boyfriend. but… let’s not talk about that.
after a final kiss you both dust yourselves off, that after-look of a strong makeout sesh will look obvious, and very suspicious. “i’ll leave first, yeah?” patrick asks, gripping onto your hand, slowly interlocking yours with his. you nod. “yeah. bye.” you smile at him. the janitor’s closet is dark but not dark enough that you can’t see each other’s faces. and the look on your face right now almost makes him drop to his knees for you.
“fuck. okay. bye, love.” he says, pressing a kiss onto your cheek, then opening the door to leave. you sigh as the door closes behind him, giggling to yourself that you’ve attained such a man. well… not attained, since you guys aren’t really together yet, but you feel so different with him.
you sit on the benches with shannon, claire, and lizzie, watching the boys practice for rugby. “this is so fucking boring. can’t we do something else?” lizzie says with visible annoyance. she’s never liked going to rugby matches—you know that because hughie told you.
“no liz! there’s a big match coming soon and gibsie really wanted me to come to his practice.”
“and to do what?”
“support him! obviously.”
“how? you’re just watching him play.”
claire throws a twizzler at liz. “shhhh. you wouldn’t get it.”
as the two proceed to bicker, you lock eyes with patrick, him sending a wink to you. you have to stop yourself from smiling before someone notices. “who’d patrick just wink a—” shannon says, but you put your hand over her mouth. your eyes widen, looking around to make sure no one heard.
she slowly removes your hand. “what?” she whispers. you scoot away, pushing shannon a bit farther with your hip. “i have to tell you something. but you can’t tell anyone. okay? not even johnny.”
she raises an eyebrow, nodding curiously. “i kissed patrick. well. not once. but a few times.”
she gasps loudly but covers her mouth before the other two notice. “when was this?”
“like… hughie’s last party.”
she gasps again, but this time quietly. looking back at patrick then you, she gulps. “what are you gonna do now?”
“i don’t know shan. but i’m confused why you aren’t mad at how i cheated on hughs.”
“well… not biased or anything but i just feel like hughie isn’t really the one for you. so i don’t know? i kinda expected this to happen.”
“me cheating?”
“no no!” she quickly replies, hands waving you off. “i mean like… i expected your relationship would end sooner or later.”
you nod, processing everything she said. she was right. shannon knew. you and hughie’s relationship was never going to be stable forever. this was just a high school relationship you both jumped into too quickly. you were his rebound.
before you guys can continue, the boys head up. claire and liz walk down to them, as shannon gets up and grabs your hand, pulling you along.
you and patrick make eye contact before hughie pulls you in and kisses you. his right hand holds your cheek before pulling away. patrick’s jaw clenches at the sight of his lips touching yours. you cringe at the fact you kissed both of them in one day.
eyeing patrick again, hughie interrupts you. “why do ya keep lookin at pat?”
your heart almost drops to the floor when he says that. shan too probably, judging by the nervous side-eye she gives you.
“no reason. we just uh—have a project to work on together.”
he nods, ruffling your hair, then throws his arm around your shoulder. “thought pat jumped on you or somethin’.” he laughs.
patrick sends a fake smile his way, replying, “jumped? you know i don’t do that with girls. they come to me first.”
seriously? it feels wrong for your heart to break at that, since your literal boyfriend is beside you, but that hurt. why would he say that? he could’ve just avoided hughie’s words.
after school ends, with everyone wrapping up for the weekend, you decide to head to your favorite fast food shop, a burger place nearby your house. ordering, you sit down in one of the booths. you wanted shannon to come but she was busy with johnny. you had no one else to talk to about this.
you couldn’t tell claire because she’s literally hughie’s sister. and you couldn’t tell lizzie either because she’s the one who kissed hughie in the first place. you two were never that close anyway.
but seriously, you’re stuck. and patrick’s stupid line earlier just made you even more confused—upset.
the bell jingles. patrick enters the room. you don’t notice, still lost in thought.
he notices you though. he always does. you could be in a crowd of thousands and he’d still spot you. he heads over, sliding into the booth in front of you.
your head raises. you and him make eye contact.
he says your name softly.
“feely.” it comes out like a whisper instead of a calling.
he flinches slightly at you calling him by his last name. you always call strangers by their last names.
“what did i do?”
“i don’t know. ask one of those girls who supposedly chase you.”
patrick’s eyes flicker. he suddenly knows why you’re upset. he runs a hand over his face before grabbing your hand, his thumb brushing over your index finger.
“you know i didn’t mean it that way. i only said it because of him.”
you can’t help but soften into his touch, and the way he speaks, his voice so soothing. “whatever, it’s fine pat.”
“no it’s not. i want you to communicate with me when you feel upset okay? especially when it’s about something i did. i don’t like seeing you sad over my actions.”
your heart beats faster at his words, embarrassment flooding in for being overdramatic. but you knew you had a reason to feel hurt.
“okay. i’m—” before you could finish your sentence the waiter arrives, placing your order on the table. patrick pulls his hand away, leaning back into the booth, manspreading.
you look at him, then down at the burger and fries. “uh, we can share.”
he shakes his head. “nah, it’s yours.”
you giggle, knowing he’s probably starving. these irish rugby boys are always hungry. you cut your sandwich in half then rotate the plate so you can both share. “eat, patty.”
“you tryna make fun of me?” he grins, holding the other half.
“mmm… maybe.” you say, biting into your burger. the two of you fall into silence, a comfortable silence.
as you both finish, you see him grinning at you. you raise your eyebrow curiously as to why. he reaches his thumb toward you, wiping the side of your lips. but it doesn’t stop there. his index finger brushes softly along your bottom lip.
you’re both lost in the moment when the bell rings. a group of boys enter. patrick spots hughie next to gibsie. he whisper-yells, “fuck, they’re here.”
“i mean, we’re friends? right? can’t we just say we were eating together?”
he stares quietly, as you nod to yourself, realizing how stupid that sounds. “okay! let’s just leave, patrick.”
he pulls your hand. you both quickly exit the booth, heading toward the hall near the bathrooms.
“shit. oh my— what if we just dine and dashed? that’s bad! we could get arrested, pat. what do we do?? he’s gonna catch us.”
patrick pecks your lips, shushing you.
you both hear footsteps coming closer. you spot a janitor’s room and reach for the doorknob. locked.
“patrick?” a voice says.
you both swiftly turn your heads. hughie stands at the end of the hall, watching you.
