Prompt: Not requested. You and pre hiatus Patrick are best friends and you decide to use each other to lose your virginities not knowing you’re in love with each other
Word Count: 3,311
Pairing: Patrick x Reader
A/N: omfg the ending is so weird but idk how to write endings lol
Everyone on TV loses their virginity at 16
and all your friends have done just about the same, thus making you feel like a
total loser for being almost 18-a senior in high school-and still a virgin.
Your best friend, Patrick, still is as well so you don’t feel completely lame
because he’s gorgeous and kind and smart and yet he’s never even kissed anyone.
So there isn’t anything wrong with you, it’s just hard to fuck someone when
you’re in love without someone else. Patrick, you’re in love with Patrick, you just
haven’t told him or anyone else.
Of course somehow you get it into your head
that losing your virginity will help you move on from Patrick so you end up
making out with some asshole at a party. He tastes like cheep beer and
menthols, his hands feel unwelcome on your skin but you let him touch, waiting
for him to take you upstairs. He doesn’t get the chance, someone pulls you away
and you’re stumbling through the crowd of drunken idiots and out into the hot
nearly summer air. It’s dark but the heat isn’t letting up, not even a breeze
and you glare over at…Patrick?
“What did you do that for?” You ask, not
sounding nearly as annoyed as you wanted to. You can’t remember what the guy
you were with looked like, much less his name. You hope he doesn’t ask.
“You looked uncomfortable and I know that
isn’t like you,” He explains. He looks nervous, he always does at parties, he
doesn’t fit in and everyone knows it.
“You don’t get to pick who I kiss,
Patrick.” You wish he did, maybe then he’d pick himself.
I’ve decided to use
these as prompts (that come from this post) for the 5 sentence fic idea, if
that’s OK. These are all for Turnadette.
1 “We’re not just friends
and you fucking know it,” Patrick says, unable to keep a mixture of passion and anger and longing
out of his voice.
Sister Bernadette blinks slowly, lips parting slightly to allow the gasp
of shock to leave her lungs, and for a moment Patrick thinks she will slap him,
or shout, or cry.
She surprises him by closing the space between them, hooking her fingers
behind his ears, pulling his face so close that the tips of their noses touch,
and whispering: “What are we, if we are not just friends, doctor? Do you want
us to be lovers?”
He answers by hauling her against him, one hand on the small of her back,
the other pushing her wimple and cap off, revealing that there is a woman of
flesh and blood underneath, one whose breath quickens as he devours her mouth,
who moans as his hands start to wander, who…
Patrick wakes gasping, heart beating and body humming, and can’t stop
himself from weeping with shame; he wants her, he needs her, he loves her so…
29 “Do you want to
kiss as bad as I do right now?” Shelagh asks, flopping down heavily on the couch and
snuggling up beside her husband.
Angela has reached the phase of toddler rebellion and doesn’t want to
sleep, Teddy is teething and has been out of sorts all day, and Timothy has
been grumpy and gives dirty looks to whoever tries to find out what exactly is
ailing him (a girl, Shelagh thinks, but has decided not to risk her life
Shelagh loves her family, loves her life, but at moments like this, she
wishes her duties were restricted to midwifery, nursing, and looking after the
children when they are all smiles and laughter instead of tears and frowns.
“Is my darling wife in need of a good cuddle?” Patrick asks, rubbing her
sore back with his agile fingers as Shelagh rests her head on his chest,
sighing and breathing in his scent of aftershave and soap and something that is
all his own.
“I’m in need of a little bit of love,” she admits, tilting her head up
so she can look at him, placing a hand on his face and letting her fingers fan
out, temporarily smoothing away the little worry lines that are permanently
etched in his skin.
He touches her lips with his, gently, softly, like they have done so
often before, causing all thoughts of teething infants and anarchistic toddlers
and lovesick teenagers to flee her mind; at moments like this, she knows that
her duties include loving her husband, and that is not a duty at all, but a privilege,
and she adores it.
41 “How can you still
look so attractive while crying?” Patrick asks, kneeling in front of his sniffling wife.
“I don’t look attractive whilst crying at all, Patrick,” she says,
taking her glasses off with one hand and using the other to wipe away her
tears, balancing her book precariously on her belly, swollen with eight months
He smiles, fishes his handkerchief out of his pocket, and gently dabs at
“That good?” he asks, picking up the book and placing it on the coffee
“Oh, you’ll just think me silly, Patrick, to get all blubbery over a
story, but I think it’s just the hormones, really,” she says, taking his
handkerchief and blowing her nose in a decidedly unladylike fashion that makes
“No, darling, you are simply a creature of empathy, which is why I love
you as much as I do,” Patrick says, pressing a kiss to her hand, which causes
Shelagh to smile; it’s like the sun peeking through the clouds, and that is
another reason why he loves her, too.
can you write a really kinky one where patrick gets super jealous when he sees you talking to another guy and he’s really dominant and rough and ties you up and stuff
A/N: sorry about the delay! I feel a lot better know cause I took some medicine and stuff
“Mark! Oh my god it’s been forever!” You said to your former best friend. You had been best friends with Mark in high school but you two parted ways when you graduated.
“Y/N! I haven’t seen you in ages! We need to hang out sometime! Hey here’s my new number, we need to catch up sometime. I’m busy with my boyfriends right now though. See you soon.” He waved and walked over to a very attractive man with some bags and kissed him on the cheek. Mark had been hella gay since high school.
You walked back to the table where your, seemingly angry, boyfriend sat. Patrick was glaring at you, demanding an explanation.
“Sorry, that was Mark.” You excused yourself.
“Who’s Mark?” He asked angrily.
“Old friend from high school. I haven’t seen him since I graduated so he gave me his number so we could catch up.” You said, trying not to make him more upset.
“Oh.” He huffed.
The rest of the lunch had a weird tension to it.
While we drove home, Patrick’s hand never left my thigh. It creeped up a little, but not much on the drive.
The radio quietly played a familiar tune and Patrick hummed along quietly.
‘Oh, he’s calmed down.’ I thought to myself.
When we arrived at the house, things changed. He picked my up and threw me over his shoulder taking me completely by surprise.
“Patrick!” I shouted in surprise. He unlocked the door with ease and set me down against it when he had it closed. He pulled you into a rough kiss and began to speak against your lips.
“That was quite a show you out on. Flirting with that guy. In front of me.”
“Patrick I have no idea what you are talking about.” You said in retaliation.
“Oh I’m very sure you do. Your gonna get it.” He pulled your short over your head and kissed and bit his way down your neck.
He bit down on your collar bone and smirked. He knew exactly how much this turned you on. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up the stairs into the bedroom you shared.
“On the bed. Now.” Patrick growled. You did as you were told and you sat down on the bed. He shoved you down on your back and pulled your jeans off. You were in only your underwear and he was fully dressed.
“Mmmh baby you look so sexy.” He groaned. He reached around your back and pulled your lacy bra off. He kneeled down and pulled your panties off agonizingly slowly. His hot breath upon your core sent shivers through your body. His tongue darted out and flicked over your clit, teasing you.
“Patrick!” You gasped. He pulled away from your soaking core. He reached behind him to the nightstand. He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a couple of unknown objects. It was a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs.
“You up for it beautiful?” He asked, always getting consent before he did anything.
You took a second to consider it and shook your head yes. He tightly fastened the blindfold yo your head and locked your arms above you.
“Oh god Y/N, you have no idea what this does to me.” He growled.
You could hear the rustling of clothes and you concluded that he was undressing. You felt his lips on your neck and trail down your body to your exposed heat.
“What do you want Y/N?” He asked seductively.
“Patrick…” you trailed off.
“What do you want.” He growled harshly.
“I want you to eat me out!” You yelled. He chuckled darkly and did as you said. He licked a fat stripe up your folds and pushed his tongue inside you. His expert fingers found their way to your clit and began rubbing harshly.
His tongue felt like heaven as it curled and twisted inside you, causing the flame in your stomach to burn brighter and intensify.
“Are you close baby?” He asked.
“Y-yes!” You gasped. He pulled away from you, causing you to let out a whine of displeasure.
“Don’t worry baby, you’ll get what you want soon.”
He lined himself up with your entrance and and teased you more.
“Beg for me.”
“Patrick! Please fuck me hard and fast! Make me scream your name so loudly the whole neighborhood knows your name!” You shouted, moving your hips trying to veg some friction. He slammed them back down and slammed himself in. He began thrusting at an Unbelievable pace which caused you to scream his name.
“Patrick! Oh fuck yes!” You shouted as he pounded relentlessly into you. Your hips bucked up trying to meet his thrusts but he slammed them back down onto the bed. The headboard was slamming into the wall and the mattress was squeaking like crazy but that didn’t stop either of you from moaning. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room as both of you reached your climaxes. You arched your back into Patrick and groaned his name one final time as you came together. He continued thrusting so you could both ride out York highs. When he pulled out and took off your blindfold and handcuffs, he pulled you under the covers with him.
“So where did those come from?” You asked suspiciously.
“I’ve always wanted to try that out… So today was as good a time as any.”
“Why did you get so worked up at lunch?”
“Because I saw you flirting with that guy and I always think that you’ll leave me for someone better.” He said, ashamed.
“Patrick don’t you ever think something like that I would never do that to you. Plus that dude was hella gay so there’s nothing to worry about.” You laughed light heartedly and so did he.
A/N: this probs sucks But eh
Nurse Jenny Lee made her way into the darkened community center hall and frowned. It was almost evening, well past closing time for the neo-natal clinic. Though the chairs were neatly stacked and the screens stowed, someone had left the lights on in the kitchen.
She had left Nurse Franklin as the sister in charge when she rushed out to attend Anna Hadley’s delivery, which was luckily quick and trouble-free. Why couldn’t Trixie have just made sure everything was buttoned up before she left?
She sighed with annoyance, but as she stepped toward the kitchen, she heard the muffled drone of voices –the soft laughter of a woman, the lower-pitched tones of a man.
Based Off Of The Request: a winter themed something, taking place after Christmas but before Valentine’s day
I stop right outside the door, stomping my boots off on the mat before shoving open the door and stepping inside. I unwind my scarf and shrug off my coat as I yell into the house, “Trick, I’m home! Are you here?”
I rub my hands together, trying to chase off the lingering cold. “Hold on! I’ll be right there!” is yelled in response, and a minute later Patrick strolls into the room.
“Hey (Y/N) I’ve been waiting for you for hours,” he says, planting a kiss on my cheek, “how was work?”
“Absolutely ridiculous, you’d think everything would die down after Christmas and the New Year but so far it hasn’t. Sorry i’m so late” I finish with an apologetic frown.
“No worries,” he responds with a smile, “I made spaghetti for dinner, it should still be warm”
“Oh my god you’re the best” I say thankfully.
“Well I try” he responds with a smirk, “ You don’t work tomorrow do you?”
“No, thank god. My boss is heading out of town so we all got the next two days off”
“Perfect, because I personally think the two of us deserve some fun. What do you think?”
“Well I can’t argue with that, what do you wanna do?” I ask curiously.
“I have a few ideas, but it’s a surprise!” he responds with an evil smirk.
The following morning we make pancakes, which took way longer than it should have, seeing as we turned it into a full blown musical in our kitchen.
After we finally finish cleaning, Patrick announces that it’s almost time to leave. Instructing me to dress warmly, he continues to hide what we’re going to do.
We finally get out of the house, straight into the freezing weather.
“Remind me again why we decided to live somewhere so cold?” I complain as we trudge through the snow.
“Because we both love the city and everything in it, plus you actually love the snow” he says, laughing at me.
“Alright fair point” I respond, but I’m still glad when we enter the warm car.
After a half hour we arrive, and I can’t believe it.
“Ice skating!?” I cheer, “I love ice skating!”
“I know, silly, that’s why we’re here!” Patrick responds laughing.
Excited, I grab Patrick’s hand and practically drag him into the arena. He chuckles at my excitement as we pay for our skates.
We get out onto the ice, and I immediately latch onto his arm. I love skating so much, but I’m also outrageously clumsy- basically the worst combination ever.
We circle around the rink, laughing and singing along to the songs that play throughout the rink, before eventually taking a break to grab a hot chocolate. When we get back to the rink it’s empty.
Patrick yells out to the one of the workers, and immediately the lights dim and soft blue lights shine on the ice.
“Trick, what’s going on?” I ask, confused.
His only response is a smile as I hear the music from Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud start playing. I let out a small gasp as Patrick starts singing. He hooks my hand onto his arm and we begin to skate around the rink again.
As the song ends, Patrick slides us to a stop in the middle of the rink, and I conveniently slip and almost face plant, but Patrick catches my arms and pulls me back up.
“Don’t worry, (Y/N), I’ll never let you go,” he says staring into my eyes. The look in his eyes basically melts me inside.
The world slides into slow motion as I see Patrick drop down onto one knee on the ice.
“You are my soulmate, the light in my life, and the best person I’ve ever met. Life is never perfect, but with you it’s a whole lot better. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, and if it’s okay with you, I would like to spend the rest of my life by your side. (Y/N), would you do me the honor of marrying me?”
WIth tears in my eyes, I nod, “Yes Trick, a thousand times yes!”
He slips a gorgeous ring onto my finger, and right as he stands up, I throw myself into his arms. He laughs and kisses me, twirling me around.
Despite the ice at our feet and the snow outside, I know with Patrick at my side, I’ll never be cold again.
"Oh man, awesome, I am starving!” Patrick announced as he literally leaped off the couch and hurried to the kitchen where Kurt was waiting with a steaming lasagna.
“Uh, excuse me, young man? Did you forget your manners while you were in college?” Kurt asked when Patrick reached for his first helping before Blaine and William, their youngest, had even made it to the table.
“The key word there is college, Dad. I barely have time to eat there, I am so busy and stressed all the time.” The over dramatic tone of Patrick’s voice merely made Kurt roll his eyes. “Wills, you’re a freshman. Tell them."
Will blinked. "What? Tell what, I have no secrets. I’m not hiding anything."