#patrick o’hara

[soranatus]

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[stellamarielu]

hi! I’d like to request Declan x younger reader and they are at a party at his house and he hears someone (maybe even Patrick??) flirting with her so he whisks her away to go dance so he’s the only man who can touch her

like father, like son

declan o’hara x female reader

summary: declan overhears his son flirting with you and he can’t help but get a little possessive

content: 18+, cursing, sexual themes, alludes to smut but no actual smut, jealous declan!!!

author’s note: hey so i went a little rogue on this request my bad. patrick is such a cutie i had to🤭 also why am i incapable of just writing a little blurb lmao. i always end up a with a whole ass oneshot

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it was the annual o'hara new years eve party that doubled as patrick's birthday celebration and you were pushing your way through the overly crowded foyer of the priory.

that's when patrick saw you, he was convinced he had never seen someone so captivating. he immediately leaned over to his younger sister.

"who the hell is that?" he was yelling over the music.

"oh that's daddy's new assistant!" taggie answered with a bright smile as she watched people dancing in the room ahead of her.

patrick's jaw nearly dropped in shock.

he recalled his father mentioning a new employee being hired to help with all of the prep work for his show, but he just figured it was some dorky, young 20-something desperate to get their foot in the door of the investigative journalism world.

never in a million years had he pictured it to be an intoxicatingly gorgeous young woman.

as soon as he's processed this newfound revelation, patrick's feet are moving in pursuit of his father.

declan was across the room laughing with freddie jones when his son found him.

"there he is. the birthday boy!" wearing a proud smile declan was clapping patrick on the shoulder.

judging by the overbearing greeting, patrick could only guess his father was on his second- maybe third drink of the evening.

"yeah i was hoping for just a minute with you really quick." patrick reached for his dad's shoulder, returning the greeting.

with a quick "happy birthday" to patrick and a friendly gesture to declan, freddie saw himself off to the dance floor.

"you didn't tell me your assistant was hot."

the words are rolling off patrick's tongue the second he's alone with his dad.

"i'm sorry? didn't realize i had to disclose that to you."

declan was laughing– genuinely chuckling, at his son's implied accusation as he took another sip of his drink.

"I mean jesus dad, she's insanely hot. she can't be that much older than me, tell me i've got a chance?"

patrick is speaking to declan but his eyes are scanning the room, hoping to catch another glimpse of you.

declan all but chokes on his drink.

there was no way on earth he would set you up with his son.

obviously it would be innapropriate and unprofessional. you dating his son could only lead to an eventual messy breakup which would just make things awkward at the office.

oh and there was also one other tiny little thing that kept him from wanting to pair the two of you together,

declan had been fucking you for the past three weeks.

the relationship between you and declan may have been a confidential matter, but he was very much enthralled with you. what started as a quick release ended with him begging you for exclusivity. of course you agreed to secretly date the man because you were equally as smitten with him.

so hearing patrick talk so openly about wanting to 'get with you', had him tensing up. declan didn't share and especially not with his son.

"you know I think she may actually have a lad back home now that I think about it." declan is lying through his teeth as he smiles at his son.

"guess i'll go find out."

patrick is patting his dad on the back and throwing him a cheeky wink as his eyes finally find you in the crowd. you’re walking into the kitchen and he’s now trailing off in the same direction.

you had barely entered the room, quiet and hidden away from the rest of the home, when you heard footsteps behind you.

when you turn toward the noise you’re met with a handsome young man with dark curly hair and a gorgeous smile. who was this guy and how on earth had you never noticed him in rutshire before?

"I don't believe we've met." he's extending his hand to you and you find his voice just as charming as his smile.

"no we haven't." your giggling at how upfront the kid is as you shake his hand and give him your name.

"such a lovely name." he's complimenting you, keeping your hand in his. he’s fixated on how delicate your touch is.

"and you are..." you initiate his introduction while he's busy staring at you with the sweetest puppy dog eyes.

"oh god, yeah. uh- patrick." he finally gives you his name at the end of a chuckle.

everything about him is just so endearing. normally guys around your age are repulsive and pretentious but this guy seems so genuine. his eyes are kind and his smile is so adorable and- oh my god. patrick. as in patrick o'hara. the birthday boy. declan's son.

"shit you're declan's son." your outburst has patrick’s eyes wide with amusement.

"oh, it's so nice to finally meet you, he's told me so much about you.”

you're recovering from your embarrassing outburst of realization, laughing at yourself and smiling at the young man in front of you.

you can see the resemblance now; the curly hair, the gentle eyes, the dreamy smile. it was all so declan.

“all good things i hope.” his sweet smile was now somewhat sultry.

“well of course. you’re his pride and joy you know?” your voice was playful. patrick was obsessed.

“please tell me how you ended up working for my father. i can’t imagine how someone as stunning as you is being sent on silly errands and making copies all day.”

if he weren’t so damn cute you would’ve been a little offended by patrick’s comment, but he was only trying to compliment you. his charming demeanor proved to be the motivation behind his words.

“i do a lot more than run errands and make copies.” you say to him with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on your lips.

his smile suddenly drops and you can see him beginning to regret his previous statement.

“sorry that made me sound like such a dick.” his words were rushed and you could tell he felt truly apologetic.

“it’s okay, really. i’m just flattered you called me stunning.”

you were grinning at him, hoping to reassure patrick that he didn’t need to apologize.

“you are stunning. breathtaking actually.”

he’s taking a step toward you and your body instantly freezes.

“i noticed you the minute you walked in. couldn’t take my eyes off you.” his tone is enticing- almost sensual, but his facial expression is still so warm and kind.

you’re both locked in on one another when you hear someone clear their throat in the doorway. you take a step back from patrick, a little too quickly.

declan comes waltzing into the kitchen, an empty glass in his hand.

“well if it isn’t my favorite assistant and my favorite son.” he’s smiling to himself as he strides across the room, barely paying the two of you any attention.

“sorry to interrupt.”

he doesn’t sound very apologetic as he opens the cupboard and retrieves a half empty bottle of expensive looking liquor.

“caitlin’s out there looking for you, i told her i’d hunt you down.” he’s eyeing patrick as he pours himself another glass of whiskey.

“okay uh yeah.” patrick is fumbling over his words as he looks between you and his dad.

“i’ll find you later yeah?” he’s giving you a hopeful gaze as he gently touches your forearm.

“sounds good.” you reply giving him one last smile as he turns to leave.

declan waits until his son is long gone before he speaks.

“looks like patrick’s got the hots for ya.” he’s stalking toward you with a devilish grin on his face.

“must run in the family.” he’s chuckling darkly at his own joke as he stands just inches away from you.

“very funny.” your voice is dripping with sarcasm.

your remark has declan bringing his hands to your hips, pulling you into his broad chest.

“i’m not surprised though. i think every man in this town would flirt with you if given the chance.”

with his hands still on your hips you can feel him swaying to whatever song was coming from the next room over.

you reach up, slinging your arms around his neck. the two of you dancing sweetly to the slow beat of the music.

“he’s a good kid.” your head is resting on declan and you can feel his words like a hum on his chest.

“maybe you’d be better off with him.” declan’s words are quiet as they leave his mouth.

you pull away from his chest but keep your arms in their place on his shoulders. leaning back just enough to look at him in the eyes, you give him a stern stare.

“shut up declan.”

“i’m serious. he’s nice and gentle. would probably be good for you to be with someone like that.” he was looking off in the distance as he talked, your bodies still swaying side to side.

“maybe i don’t want gentle.” the words trickle from your lips like honey.

the second he hears the purr of your voice declan’s eyes are on yours. he’s peering down at you and the look on your face is pure sugar. god he can’t get enough of you.

“maybe i want someone older, someone more mature.”

your looking up at him as you talk, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. he can’t help the weight that lifts from his shoulders and the smile that takes over his face.

“maybe i want someone who’s not afraid to be rough with me.”

at those words declan feels something stirring in his chest– or maybe his pants.

you can feel his grip on your hips tighten as his eyes stay trained on yours. his gaze is spellbinding.

“i don’t think your son could fuck me the way i like to be fucked.”

you see declan’s eyes darken when he hears your whisper.

he lifts one of his hands from your hips in order to move your hair, bringing it all to one shoulder, leaving the other one fully exposed. he leans down and places a soft kiss right at the base of your neck, dangerously close to your collar bone.

your tilting your head in pleasure and soaking in the warmth of his lips on your skin when you feel him gently bite down in the same spot.

the stinging sensation of his teeth on your neck has you instinctively clenching your thighs together.

“i’m the only one who can fuck you the way you like to be fucked sweetheart.”

his voice is deep and rich as you feel his breath on your neck.

you’re just about to beg declan to take you into one of the many bedrooms in his house and ruin you; but he abruptly pulls away from you, detaching your bodies.

“let’s go celebrate the birthday boy shall we.”

his voice is normal, like he wasn’t about to take you on his kitchen counter two seconds ago.

“i have a feeling he might be waiting for a dance with you.” declan is smirking and holding his hand out to escort you back into the party.

you left the kitchen with one thought in your brain, declan was the only o’hara man for you.

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[honeylullaby]

in dire need of taggie’s bsf!reader x patrick THE ABSOLUTE ANGST PLS

omg YES PLS 🤩🤩🫶🏽

“You have so much celestial light.”

(Rivals) Patrick O’Hara x Reader

Suggestion by this sweet anon 🫶🏽

18+ FANFIC / Implied smut & GORGEOUS Patrick 🥰 Reader character aged at 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷 (Tumblr give us Patrick gifs NOW)

The bluebell woods leading the pathway to The Priory were in full bloom under the gleaming summer sunlight — creating the most magnificent artwork of indigo petals across the dew-topped fields. Taggie O’Hara was sprinting frantically after Gertrude, who had taken a rather unwelcome liking to a passing fox. Duchess, your much more affable border collie, stayed put by your feet, although the temptation to bound after Gertrude was increasing. “Taggie! Don’t run, it just makes her worse.” You called after your copper-haired friend, keeling over in a thunderous fit of laughter. Unable to resist temptation any longer, Duchess bolted off to your right but you, entirely unfazed, allowed her to.

“Hello, beautiful.” A buttery soft voice spoke beside you. Glancing upwards, the breath caught in your throat. A statuesque man — chiselled jawline, long ringlets of chocolate brown curls and rippling biceps that bulged from his tight shirt. “Duchess, here girl.” You called out, but she was lay on her back, excitedly squirming as the man knelt beside her and stroked her chest. In the distance, Taggie was some yards ahead, her willowy limbs unable to keep up with the pace of her sprint. “It’s terribly uncouth to ignore somebody’s compliment.” He spoke again, jokingly. Blushing furiously, your look of bewilderment was seemingly diminutive in comparison to his. His emerald green gaze couldn’t remove its hold from you, and his jaw was agape — he was transfixed.

“Patrick O’Hara, your future husband.” He introduced himself, rising to his feet and advancing towards you. Taking your hand, he blessed it with a gentle kiss. Your already flustered cheeks were now glowing the most mortifying magenta. “Patrick? You’re Taggie’s…” You began, but with a self-righteous smile, he finished your sentence. “Brother, yes. I imagine she’s told you about me, as I’ve been told many a story about you. Thank you for looking after her.” Patrick’s voice was charmingly solemn now, and it made your heart flutter like the frantic wings of a bumblebee inside your chest.

Attaching Duchess back onto her lead, you both began to follow in the direction of Taggie, although she was so far in the distance by now that her copper hair appeared as a small amber beacon leading the way, something you and Patrick both shared a delightful giggle over. “Do you have a girlfriend at university then?” You questioned, as nonchalantly as you could muster. “No. The girls at Trinity don’t have enough celestial light. When you find the one, the light just blinds you intensely. It’s very important.” Patrick informs you, taking a hold of Duchess��� lead. “Do I have celestial light?” You continued to probe, stopping dead in your tracks and batting your wispy eyelashes towards him. “Oh darling, you have so much celestial light.” Patrick beamed in response, turning on his heels and leading you down to the river bank.

The tranquil rushing of the river instantaneously steadied your heartbeat. Setting up camp on two large, jagged rocks, Patrick released Duchess from her roped restraint and cackled as she bounded across the river bank, most certainly in search of Gertrude. “What has Taggie told you about me then?” You inquired, your delicate voice sounding otherworldly serene against the babbling brook. “She’s told me that you’re an angel. I always thought that was just an expression until now. But darling, you are heavenly.” Patrick whispered the honeyed words, and enchanted shivers reverberated throughout your body. “Oh, Patrick. Don’t be silly.” You muttered, inching closer towards him.

Brushing a lock of leather black hair away from your eyes, Patrick took a moment to inspect you further — pin straight hair that framed your soft jawline perfectly, a buttoned nose & cerulean eyes that twinkled so majestically that they appeared almost lilac. “Here you are.” Taggie panted breathlessly, much louder than that of the two exhausted dogs sat by her feet. “Gertrude followed the fox to its den, and then went sprinting off with Duchess.” She puffed, slipping down beside you and resting her rouged cheek on your shoulder. “Tired, Tag?” Patrick smiled — but there was a disheartened tonality in his voice. “Exhausted! And I’ve been looking for you two for ages.” She sighed as you patted the top of her head softly.

“Anyway. Umm, I’ll head back to The Priory. I’m sure Mum will want to see me. I’ll see you later.” Patrick sighed, and jumped to his feet. “Oh Patrick, wait…” You exclaimed, but you faltered sorrowfully as he had already begun to trudge across the damp leaves, head hanging.

“I waited for a girl like you to come and save my life…” - Out of My League, Fitz & The Tantrums.

[pyxilz]

Doodled Deadpool and Webslinger (Wolverine made his way in too)

[vennshine]

Returning to my roots…

[kollyart]

Yeehaaw

I don’t know how my first digital spider verse fanart isn’t Ben Reilly but yayyyyyy

[miguelswifey04]

sweetstuff—webslinger x cowgirl! reader

the webslinger glanced up, his eyes widening at the sight of a stunning cowgirl dressed in a spider-woman suit. he couldn't help but be instantly captivated by her charm and beauty, his heart skipping a beat.

“well, darlin', looks like we've got ourselves a real superhero meetin'. the name's webslinger, and you sure do look mighty fine in that get-up. care for a ride on widow? he’s a trusty steed, just like us."

he extended his hand towards you, a warm smile spreading across his face. his southern drawl added an extra touch to his already captivating charm. “why, sure thing!” you winked at him as you hopped on the back of his precious horse. the webslinger couldn't help but blush at the cowgirl's wink, finding himself even more intrigued by her flirtatious nature. he adjusted his cowboy hat and tightened his grip on the reins as you effortlessly hopped onto the back of widow, settling in behind him. “well now, pardner, looks like we're in for a wild ride. hold on tight, and let's show 'em what a dynamic duo we can be!"

with a swift kick of his cowboy boot, the webslinger urged widow into a gallop, racing across the open plains with the wind rushing through his hair. he couldn't hide his excitement as he swung his lasso, shooting webs that caught onto the surrounding trees and produced a series of thrilling acrobatics.

“yeehaw! ain’t no villain can outpace us, not with this trusty horse and these fancy rope tricks!" the webslinger chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief as he glanced back at the cowgirl riding behind him. your enthusiasm only fueled his own, and he couldn't help but appreciate her spirit. “damn right!” you said as you held onto his waist.

"feisty and fearless, just the way i like 'em. ain’t no challenge we can't face together."

he continued to maneuver widow through the terrain, seamlessly dodging obstacles and performing daring stunts. his webs shot out in graceful arcs, allowing him to swing from tree to tree with precision.

“i reckon we make quite the team, darlin'. you’ve got the spirit of a true cowgirl, and i ain't afraid to get my hands dirty. so, what do you say? ready to tame the wild west together?"

“yessir, a girl like me is up for a challenge.” the webslinger felt a shiver run down his spine as he felt the cowgirl's hands wrap around his waist, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. he couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, his voice full of excitement and anticipation.

“well, ain't you full of surprises, darlin'. hold on tight now, things are about to get a whole lot wilder."with a flick of the reins, the webslinger urged widow to pick up the pace, leading them into a full-blown gallop across the open plains. the wind whipped through their hair as they became a blur against the landscape, their bodies pressed close as they moved as one.

“let’s s ride into the sunset, cowgirl. our adventure has only just begun.

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a/n: THIS IS SO CORNY Y’ALL but definitely a teaser bc yes there will be a part 2 :p

🏷️: @kairiscorner

[pedropascalpussyhat]

just saw atsv and immediately entranced by my babyboy webslinger

obsessed with this art by manofbeskar on twitter 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[halloweiner69420]

It’s been a while since I’ve posted any of my art! I got REALLY into Spiderverse. Art Dump! I LOVE ELECTRO I LOVE ELECTRO SO MUCH RAHHHHH I HOPE WE AT LEAST GET ONE VERSION OF HIM IN BTSV EVEN AS A CAMEO 💔💔

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Patrick O’Hara- The Guncle by Steven Rowley

Alex Claremont-Diaz- Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Maud Blyth- The Last Binding Trilogy by Freya Marske 

Katherine- The Privilege of the Sword by Ellen Kushner

[soranatus]

“Web-Slinger was one of the most fun assignments I had. Spent months exploring all kinds of different cowboys and cowgirls until we settled on something a bit more classic. This is one of the characters I spent a lot of time getting the details right. With Widow the details were really important. I spent a ton of time doing research, and asking several friends who had been riding for their whole lives so i could understand everything I could about saddle construction. A lot of of job is highlighting details so it translates.” — Kris Anka

[milimeters-morales]

Miles: hey… that’s a cool horse

Patrick: sure is. but hands off, kiddo

Miles, itching with the urge to steal Widow and ride into the sunset: okay 😁😁

[honeylullaby]

raw, next question

*pssst click sound*

[lildoodlenoodle]

Ladies and gentlemen, Webslinger

[trashisstillhere]

Hey so uh, I still don’t have enough motivation BUT! I was able to finish up this quick drawing I just started a few days ago after watching the movie that I still am so happy that I got the chance to watch.

across the spider verse!!

After watching the movie, I just knew that I had to try to draw one of the new beloved Spider-Man’s that showed up in it. Pavitr and Hobie (Spider Punk)! Along with one of the other spider people that I also liked, Webslinger! Because why tf now?

I honestly wasn’t going to shade them but I ended up doing so.. was it easy? No. But does it look kinda nice? Yeah.

Oh and that one you see with those small light doodles around the three guys is my own spider sona, Spider Paint. Who I actually first made after Into the spider verse but never did much with until now. I wasn’t planning on just doodling a bit of her here but I did.

Here is one without the small doodles.

Will I also draw Miguel? Idk yet.

(Click on the drawings for better quality. Well, only if tumblr doesn’t make them look a bit blurry.)

[cheezyratz]

lego99/Miguel O’Hara x Lego Spider-Man hallmark au

This au runs the same as a hallmark movie and yes I will be writing it out ❤️❤️❤️/p

Formatting: name in the movie, name in the au/story + pronouns, then some fun facts/character descriptions… I guess

Santa Claus (he/him/his) - gave birth to Miguel the way Zeus did Athena (except Miguel didn’t pop out full grown)

Maria O’Hara (she/her/hers) - Miguel’s mom - *always baking

Miguel O’Hara - Miguel O’Hara-Claus (she/her/hers and he/him/his) - child of Santa - 40 - engaged to __ - wants a more romantic marriage - has only fallen in love twice

Peter B Parker - Peter B Parker (he/him/his) - Miguel’s bestie (or zesty. if u wanna write a fanfic about my au that’s cool ^^) - Married to Mj - Father to May “MayDay” Parker

MJ Watson (please tell me if she doesn’t keep her last name when she married Peter B, I don’t know if she does or not (・・;) ) -MJ Watson (she/her/hers) - also besties with Miguel - Married to Peter B - Mother to May “MayDay” Parker

May “MayDay” Parker - May “MayDay” Parker (she/her/hers) - daughter of Mj and Peter B - ate mud once - an explorer

[insert Spider-Man variant] - more will be added when I find a Spider-Man to be engaged to Miguel

Lego Peter Parker - Peter Phillips (he/him/his) - former childhood friend of Miguel - they stopped talking when he (Miguel) moved to study abroad during (6th grade) - is an elf that lives on SugarCaneLane - has been crushing on Miguel since 4th grade

Web-Slinger/Patrick O’Hara (i think he’s in the movie?) - Patrick O’Brien (he/him/his) - was long-distance with Miguel during high school - comes from a long line of cowboys because I said so - takes care of horses 🐴

More characters will be added later, and any new characters added will be marked with “*” while character detail changes will be stated at the bottom

*Maria O’Hara - instead of always telling Miguel to settle down (get married) I changed it to her always baking. This is because after that detail I go on to say that Miguel is in a love-less (?) engagement - June 23rd 2023

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Miguel O’Hara-Claus is a businessman in the big city, work leaving him too busy for love or Christmas. However, a business deal bring home away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and leaves him stuck in his home town that he had nearly forgotten. While there he meets Peter Phillips, a friend from long ago, who shows him the true meaning of Christmas, and what it means to love.