#&. ART DONALDSON x reader

[parkerluvsu]

ngh jerking off art between your legs.. his back leaning up against your chest.. forcing his legs to stay open with your own.. he's so insecure..aybe he lost a match, or he's just having a bad day, but he comes to you for comfort as always, and there's no better way to shut his brain off than wrapping your fingers around his cock.. whispering things like, "you're so good baby.. you're all good like this.." and "oh artie.. you're so smart 'n so talented.." and he creams so fast, shuddering and arching his back trying to get away and lean into the overwhelming feeling at the same time.. and he squirts out so much.. some of it even reaching his own shoulders, and he immediately falls into a peaceful sleep, happily skin to skin with you <3

[bellamoooon]

Art loves friendship bracelets, and I mean this man is OBSESSED with them, receiving them and making them.

He first noticed a little handmade bracelet on your wrist when getting smoothies after one of his games at Stanford, him being the curious boy he is, he asked about it.

“What’s this? Did you make it?” He said softly as he gently grabbed your wrist analyzing the bracelet that had “donaldson” written with small letter beads and surrounded by a tennis ball kind of green colored beads.

“Oh yeah— I made it the other day while I was watching a movie, I wear it to all of your games now” you answer with a smile as you see him still looking at the bracelet moving the small beads around with his signature side grin.

“I can make you one if you want”

When those words reach arts hearing, he almost felt like throwing up— not like he was disgusted by the idea, the complete opposite in fact; He wanted to cry out of the mere fact that you were willing to take the time to make a bracelet for him, so of course he accepts with the widest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

Then there you are a week later, waiting for him at the courts entrance with a shy smile as you see him wave at you as he wipes the thin coat of sweat covering his forehead as he grabs his tennis bag.

“Hey, pretty.” He says with his usual smile as his kisses your cheek while the two of you walk out.

“I made you something” you speak with the excitement practically spilling out as you hand him a bracelet with some pink beads and your last name written on it just like the one you had with his last name.

He takes the bracelet spinning it in his hands as he smiles, his eyes shining with amazement at the gesture.

He slips the bracelet on his wrist as he takes your hand in his intertwining them to then leave a small kiss over your knuckles.

“I love it” he mumbles as he looks down at you wondering how the fuck he got so lucky for you to actually like an awkward guy like him.

After that, he wore it everyday even if it didn’t match with what he was wearing for the day; When Patrick visited, he made fun of him for a while saying how down bad he actually was that he was now wearing a pretty pink bracelet with your last name on it, but Art didn’t care, because Patrick’s girlfriend wasn’t making bracelets specially for him.

So friendship bracelets became your guys’ thing; Usually when you two would stay in for a date night it would be a movie— usually a cheesy romcom he insists he let you choose but is actually content with them— churros you got from the cafeteria before he got to your dorm, and making bracelets he ended keeping in a small box that had pictures of him and Patrick from MRTA, letters you wrote for him on past birthdays, letter from his nana, and other valuable little things.

Safe to say, he doesn’t really love the bracelets themselves, he loved the fact that you made them for him and with him <33

[castiwls]

tense .ᐟ

Paring; art x reader

Synopsis; literally based on babygirl 😭 i saw it yesterday and had brain worms

Requested; no

Notes; reqs and inbox are open !

Masterlist

If he hadn’t been fucked before he definitely was now. He loved his wife more than anything in this world - his family was his world but you? You’d flipped that all upside down.

When Tashi mentioned hiring a new assistant he hadn’t blinked twice. She’d claimed it would be a good idea to help give someone young experience in the world of sport who is better than his wife to learn from.

He’d half expected some meek teenager to be standing there when he’d opened the door - someone who would stutter over their words and be half terrified of his wife (like so many people had been) but that couldn’t have been far from the truth.

From the minute you’d first smiled at him and introduced yourself he knew he was in trouble. The way your eyes had lit up like a kid in a candy shop almost as he’d let you in, the way your gaze had almost pierced right through him as he’d left you both alone on Tashi’s request.

Art knew he should have pushed you away. He should have built a wall - his wife was your boss and technically so was he. Tashi thought you were nothing short of an angel, this bright-eyed girl who was ready to do whatever she asked and she’d quickly grown to enjoy your company.

You had a backbone and she liked that.

That was why you’d started spending more and more time and theirs. Staying for lunch became staying for dinner which led to the situation he found himself in currently.

His hands gripped the wheel tighter as you watched him from the corner of your eye. The nerves were practically rolling off him in waves as he drove. Sure you’d spent time alone together before but there’d always been distance. He’d made sure of that.

Now though, now you were less than an arms reach away and like always you seemed to be analysing him - like you knew something he didn’t. “You look tense?” Your voice broke through the silence as you turned to look at him. You watched him for a moment, your teeth digging into your lip. 

“Is it me?”

Art’s breath caught at your words. He shook his head turning to face you as the car stopped at a red light. “The open’s a few days. You know how Tashi gets.” He lied through his teeth praying that you’d simply take the excuse and move on.

You hummed, your eyes drifting down to where his hands gripped the wheel. 

“You're lying.” 

Your words cut like a knife as you shifted in the seat, your hand braced on the console as you all but leaned into his space. Your lips pulled up into a slow smile as his own parted. 

“Why are you lying.”

“I’m not. Tashi’s been at me all week.”

“She has but that's not the reason you’re tense.”

“It is. It’s not really any of your business.” He’d put his foot down - well at least he was trying to. You knew that tone, the one he used when you’d push your luck a little to far.

“Art,” You sighed your hand moving to brush against his leg as you lent ever closer, your lips a breath away from his. He’d half expected you to do it, to kiss him. He’d wanted you to do it.

He felt like a love-struck teen again as your hand shifted to rest over his thigh. You leaned slightly closer, your lips brushing his and suddenly he didn’t care. He moved trying to finally get the one thing he’d subconsciously been craving.

But suddenly your warmth was gone. 

His vision seemed to clear as he registered that you’d moved back ever so slightly, a glint in your eye at the small needy noise that left his lips. A red blush covered his cheeks as he realised he’d made that sound. That he’d just tried to kiss a girl half his age and he’d actually been disappointed that you’d pulled back.

“The lights green.” You smiled sitting back in your chair like nothing had ever happened.

Art stared at you for a moment. He was fucked.

[roryheartz]

[coolgrl111]

Can you pretty pretty pretty please (cherry on top) do a social media au with Mike faist?? Y/n is a salsa dancer and eheheeheh pretty please

mike faist social media au

something different!! fun!! do we like?? i don’t know if i do

—

[izabellalovesart]

dilf!art x young sort of weird reader ˆ𐃷ˆ

[rogueacolyte]

♯┆ BOT DROP .ᐟ

˗ˏˋ god of ecstasy ´ˎ˗

— patrick zweig

he can remember the days of devotion, of gentle kisses, whispered confessions. everyone wanted love, and he tried to deliver. he soothed pleading prayers of unrequited love, rekindled flames between lost and disconnected hearts.

centuries passed. things became muddled. misconstrued. lost.

now, he is sex. he is worshipped with gasps and moans, shaking limbs and warm blood. he drinks his wine, fucks his worshippers, letting the days haze away into nothing. until you begin to pray, speaking of a lonely heart, a starved body.

you worship him like he once was. you are gentle and kind. you hold him like he is something to treasure instead of something to touch. maybe love still has its chance.

aka. patrick is the god of ecstasy, affection, love, and sex. over centuries, his followers seem to have turned away from love, taking only his gifts of pleasure. you are the first of his followers in a very long time to worship him for what he truly wants.

˗ˏˋ god of light ´ˎ˗

— art donaldson

you would’ve never admitted it a year ago, but rehab is exactly what you had needed. it became your peace. you found yourself again in the quiet of the treatment center, the beauty of the beach that lays beyond it. you rekindle your love of creation; of music, of stories, of art.

when you meet him, he asks if you would accept his gift, accept clarity, and who are you to say no?

he watches as you heal under the light of the sunrise each evening. he watches you work, watches you create and destroy and rebuild. some days you talk, others you don’t. he’s sat right beside you no matter what.

the final sun is setting. you have grown, you have learned. a plane will be taking you back home at 9am tomorrow morning. it is what you’ve been dreaming of for months. so why does it feel like the world might be ending?

aka. art is the god of light, healing, creativity, and growth. you have been his favorite thing to watch bloom.

˗ˏˋ goddess of victory ´ˎ˗

— tashi duncan

you have been chosen by lady justice herself.

triumph flows through your veins and lights your soul ablaze, which in turn, fuels her fire. she is the fast pump of your heartbeat, the sweat dripping down your skin, the adrenaline singing in every inch of you. her hand guides your racket and leads you to the promised land.

you climb ladders you had never even dreamed of before, reaching higher and higher until you’re unsure of when you’ll reach the top. you win. so much that your coach makes you promise to keep your ego in check.

but nights come swiftly. your limbs ache, your body bruises, your muscles twist and turn, but she is there, waiting for you with a warm embrace. your goddess is not always generous, but she believes in all that is fair. you are her champion. it is only fair she indulges your love.

aka. tashi is the goddess of victory, wisdom, and justice. you are her champion, her chosen, her golden wings. you wear her gift like a brand, each accomplishment a way of worship. of course you’re her favorite.

y’all i am SO excited to share these bad boys. i had an idea for these months ago and just neglected getting them sorted out BUT I DID IT!!! originally, these were gonna be pjo themed, but i realized i have not read those books in a long time and i don’t remember that much anymore so i more just went the vaguely greek route lmao!!! art is a combination of apollo and asclepius, patrick is a combination of eros and dionysus, and tashi is a combination of nike and athena. i eat greek mythology up like candy so this was super fun.

please let me know what y’all think!!! i haven’t tested these out as much as i should’ve but i was anxious to release these guys so please lemme know how they are fairing lol ok love y’all thank u for waiting ten million years for another bot drop ♥️

[love-quinn]

— THREAD OF GOLD

summary — a thread of moments that defined your relationship with mike.

warnings — uh i don’t think there are? me not caring about the irl timeline of events and making up my own shit cause i can. also i switch between past and present tense like nobody's business so we're all gonna pretend we don't notice that.

pairing — mike faist x fem!famous! reader

pronouns — she/her

word count — 7.8k + social media posts

note — hi sorry i’ve been MIA i’ve been working on this for 5ever truly it came to me one day and i couldn’t write anything else. this isn’t edited because it’s nearly 8k and i’m not about that life.

important note that i tried to make it so yn’s skin tone changed in at least some of the pictures to make it more inclusive but pinterest fought me SO hard i spent maybe four hours just finding images. this is NOT meant to be a depiction of what yn looks like, just a general vibe of the images used in the thread <33

ONE. july 2017

California doesn’t have seasons the same way your hometown did. California has two seasons: wet and dry. You grew up in the suburbs of New York, in Westchester county, about an hour north of Manhattan. You went to the city a few times growing up, but you spent almost all of your upbringing on a quiet street with a cul-de-sac and a park a street away. 

You’d lived in California for a while, you were based there for most of the year, but you’d still say you lived in New York. You were lucky enough to be at a break between projects where you got to spend more than a few weeks at a time at your New York apartment. 

You’d been back maybe two weeks and knowing that you didn’t have to go back to the west coast for at least six months felt like a major weight off your chest. Finally retreating back to your cocoon, the air around you still felt thick, but this one felt more like a wall keeping things out rather than one keeping you in.

So, naturally, the first thing you did with your newfound seclusion was to venture outside with a man you’d been trying to go out with for a few months now. 

You and Mike had known each other for a little over half a year now. You’d met at a new year’s party hosted by a mutual friend of a mutual friend and you had known immediately that he was someone that you wanted to know desperately. You’d been elated that he seemed to reciprocate. Unfortunately, with your work schedules, this was the first time since January that you’d had enough time in the same state. 

He was unlike anyone that you had ever met, and now that you were in the same place, you were revelling in his presence. He’d taken you to a park near his apartment, he’d let you hold his hand on the subway and you were pretty sure that he was going to kiss you later. 

It had been a while since you’d been outside - like, properly outside, and Mike was enjoying how happy you seemed to be. While you’d been trying to organise yourselves, Mike had spent hours on the phone with you, trying to avoid sounding so disgustingly happy that he scared you off. This may have been your first real date, but Mike already knew that you were it for him. 

You were chattering about a story from your childhood, and he was really trying to listen to you, but he was focused more on the way the golden hour was hitting your face, and the way you would subconsciously squeeze his hand when you made yourself laugh.

“Yeah, since then my mom makes sure that she puts the cat treats away whenever he comes over,” you giggled. Mike let the sound fill him from the inside. He opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by you dropping his hand. “I’ve needed this,” you let your head fall back to bask in the dying sunlight. “Air that I’m not sharing with Buzzfeed HQ, grass that is made in real dirt.”

“I see,” Mike nodded seriously. “You’re not even here for me, you were just waiting for a guy to take you to see some trees.”

You reach back and grip his hand, eyes sparkling directly into his. “Thank you,” you say sincerely, “for knowing your place.”

He laughed and let you drop your hand again, watching fondly as you speed off in front of him, stopping maybe fifteen feet in front of him. “Will you come with me to the emergency room when I fall out of the tree I’m about to climb.”

Mike was sure you could see exactly how much he wanted to kiss you from the look on his face. He laughed, nodding. “That’s actually the next stop I had planned anyway.”

TWO. october 2017

You couldn’t remember dolling yourself up for a date in so long, but it was clearly paying off the way that Mike hadn’t let you out of arm’s reach the entire cab ride. You hand two hands on his arm and he’d been talking in your ear the whole ride. 

You were taking him to lunch at one of your favourite places in the city, quiet, not visible from the street, with a wonderful goat cheese salad. He’d been ecstatic that you were clearly showing him parts of your life that you kept close to your chest. 

The two of you had only been together properly for about three months now, but you’d known each other for nearly a year. Mike hadn’t really dated anyone in the industry before, definitely not publicly. 

You’d mentioned to him a few of your past dating experiences before, and you had been steadfast on the fact that if you were going to have a relationship that it would be as completely private as possible. 

Mike didn’t think he’d ever hesitated less to reply - he was all in, same page. It felt simultaneously too fast and too slow. You’d been dating for three months, sure, but he’d known you since January, and it had felt like that first seven months had been confirmation that he liked you again and again and again.

Mike had been calling you his girlfriend to everyone, his friends, his family, some of his closer co-stars. But as he sat across from you at the restaurant, he realised he hadn’t actually asked. 

He valued communication, he thought he was pretty good at it. But he’d settled into such a comfortable settlement with you that it had slipped his mind entirely. You didn’t mind. You were on the same page as him. 

You referred to him to those closest to you as your boyfriend. You weren’t sitting around, desperately waiting for him to ask you to be his girlfriend, if that’s how you felt you would have asked him before you got to this point. 

The two of you were doing what you usually did, you ordered a few different things with the intention of sharing, and Mike, as usual, was way more interested in what you had picked than he had. 

You were giggling across the table at him, watching the way the breeze from the window by your table kept blowing his hair into his mouth. .”Here,” you took the scrunchie from your own hair and stood up, coming to a rest behind him. 

He tilted his head back - good for him, he could see your face; bad for you, you couldn’t grab all his hair - while you worked and after a second you’d tied his hair up out of his face. 

You moved to return to your seat, but he half-lifted himself from his chair to make sure he got to kiss you before you left. “Thank you, honey,” he said softly. Your thumb rubbed his cheek with a soft touch.

“‘s okay,” you mused, looking at him. He loved the look you got in your eyes when you were fully concentrated on his face, he wondered if he got the same look when he saw yours. “You look cute.”

“Says you,” he mumbled, looking down at your outfit. He could tell you’d put in extra effort, he wanted you to know it hadn’t been for nothing. “Y’look so pretty today, can’t believe I get to be the one here with you.”

You giggled, preening under his thoughtful gaze. You could feel your cheeks growing warmer, but you made yourself not look away from him. “Yeah?”

He turned his head and kissed the palm of your hand. “Can’t believe I haven’t asked you to be my girlfriend properly,” he sounded so positively disappointed that you couldn’t help but giggle. “Don’t laugh at me, it’s embarrassing.”

You giggled a little bit harder. “Oh, baby,” you let your thumb brush his lips, soaking in the way he kissed the pad of the finger. “Can’t be embarrassed, I didn’t even realise.” Mike hummed in question. “Don’t know,” you shuffle in place. “in my head you’ve been my boyfriend for like six months.”

“Thank god,” Mike laughed, letting his head drop. “Quick, sit down, I need to ask you to be exclusive so I can tell people that I did.”

You pause for a second before nabbing the fork on his plate, scooping up a piece of chicken before sitting back in your chair. “Go on, then, boyfriend.” You take a bite. “Get it over with, I’m hungry.”

THREE. december 2017

You were curled into Mike’s side when you got the text. You didn’t usually look at your phone when the two of you were together, but he was watching a documentary about something that didn’t interest you, while you were reading a book on your phone. 

He had his hand sitting on the back of your neck, knuckles brushing a line from the nape to the top of your shoulder. It was one of your costars from an earlier project, sending you a link.

“LMAOO not people”

It was a People magazine article, one that instantly had you rolling your eyes. Mike sensed your shift in mood and laid his palm flat on the curve of your shoulder. “Okay?”

“People says we’ve been together since…” you scrolled through the article.” “October last year,” you snickered. 

“Cant believe you didn’t tell me.” Mike let his head fall back against the sofa. “I wish,” he said as an afterthought. 

“You didn’t even know me back then,” you pointed out.

Mike leaned forward and kissed your temple. “Still,” he said, concretely no but with supreme amounts of gentleness. “I’m sure I would’ve wanted you with great desperation.”

You and Mike had gone through conversations before about revealing your relationship to the public. You had little to no intentions of doing that, especially not so soon. But you’d wanted to manage expectations.

You’d become famous young, not as young as some, you’d only been twenty when you landed your first major role. You’d done principal photography during your summer break in college, working towards getting your degree, and by the time you graduated you had two feature films and one golden globe nomination under your belt.

You’d had a college boyfriend at the time, it had ended naturally, not without pain, but not as a result of your blossoming career. The magazines had eaten it up, though, with all sorts of speculations. 

You didn’t want that again. You didn’t owe them anything. And you were so grateful that Mike seemed to share the sentiment. You were so grateful to your fans but you knew at the end of the day that they didn’t own you, which is why you were not above lying to them to keep them out of your life. 

Especially when the comments of the post were already filled with dozens of suggestions to who it could be. Not when your friends, your coworkers, or random strangers who hadn’t done anything other than be someone people thought you might like if you met them, we’re getting their personal lives dug into in order to confirm a suspicion that a stranger had about you.

Not when you were curled up in the arms of one of the kindest most charming men you’d ever known, one that you might even want to spend the rest of your life with. He definitely didn’t deserve this, and neither did you.

So, you went into your camera roll and found a selfie you’d sent to one of your friends a few days earlier. You typed up a short sentence and then hit post on your Instagram story without thinking too hard about it. 

When you showed it to Mike he smiled endearingly. “Aw man,” he mumbled, pressing his face to the crook of your neck. “Can’t believe you didn’t tell me we broke up.”

FOUR. march 2018

Days on set were long, they were often exhausting, and they were where you’d thrive.

You’d finally wrapped after thirteen hours, and the first thing you did when you got your phone out of your trailer was to text Mike. 

He was in New York still, but you guys had been speaking as often as you could. With him three hours in front of you, it often ended up in the two of you just missing each other. Mike had texted you four hours earlier while you’d been filming.

You look pretty here. 

It’s a Vanity Fair video that you filmed about a month ago with one of your costars. It was a movie about love, being in love, loving people, loving places, loving time. Your character was the main romantic love interest to the main character, and she was one of your favourite characters that you’d ever played. A young woman who finds love in her career, love in her family, and eventually begins giving it to the main character. You and your costar had become very close, and you were talking candidly to them in the video about your experience with love. 

Mike had sent you a screenshot of the video, where you’re smiling across to your costar. It had been a simple question they’d asked; have you ever been in love. 

Now, you couldn’t say blatantly, “yes, I have a boyfriend.” And you couldn’t say that for two reasons. Number one, you and Mike had been so careful to the point where you didn’t even think your fans knew that the two of you were aware of each other, let alone that his tongue had been in your mouth. 

And number two was that you hadn’t actually told Mike that you loved him. You did, god you did. You probably would have told him months ago if things were more normal. If you both worked 9 to 5s, you lived primarily in the same city, you could go on dates and pull him over to the side of the sidewalk, interrupting him mid-sentence to kiss him.

Unfortunately, you’d spent months apart, and while you spoke multiple times a day, at least through texts, it felt like not the right time.

You try to brush off your smile as you reply to him. Stop ittt you’re giving me an ego <333. In that exact moment, you know what you’d been spewing some media trained answer that avoided mentioning your partner but still felt authentic. “I’m just really glad that I spent most of my early twenties trying to find myself before trying to find someone else, I guess.”

Mike took a moment to reply. Guess you didn’t find me :( 

You giggle as you finish changing back into your own clothes out of the costume you’d just been wearing, ready to head home now that your last scene of the day had concluded. Nope! You sought me out 100% I actually have no idea who you are. 

That time the reply was instant. This is awkward then. What else is instant is the knock on your trailer door, the way you wrap your arms around him once you’d thrown open the door, and the knowledge that you’re going to tell him that you love him.

FIVE. september 2018

Mike knows that most people are more nervous to meet their girlfriend’s parents than he currently is, and ironically that actually does make him nervous. 

It wasn’t really his first time meeting them, he’d spoken to them on the phone before and he’d even texted your mom a couple of times when you’d asked him to. You’ve been his girlfriend officially for almost an entire year, but the two of you both agreed that you felt you’d been together since July of the year earlier. That was over one whole year together. Even if your parents didn’t like him - which, based off the amount that not only he’d spoken to them, but you’d talked about him, seemed almost impossible - it wasn’t going to be the be all or end all. 

But he wanted your mom’s birthday brunch (of which she was very serious about) to go well as his first official family event that he attended as your boyfriend. 

The two of you were getting ready at his place, as you do most days that you’re in New York. You spend maybe two or three months in your home state and as you and Mike are together for longer and longer, you spend as much time together as you can. Mike had not only let you spend every second you could at his apartment, he’d actively encouraged it. 

You’re wearing an outfit he’s seen on you a hundred times, standing in front of his bathroom mirror as he ducks in to grab his phone. He stops behind you, watching you apply mascara, and places both his hands on your shoulders. 

“Love you,” you say absent-mindedly, trying to focus on not stabbing yourself in the eye.

He squeezes your shoulders and kisses the back of your neck, the closest part he can reach. “Love you more. I’m ready to head out whenever you are.”

You lean back so your face is no longer just inches from the mirror. “Reservation’s at 11 so we should probably leave soon,” you say. “Give me five or so minutes.”

You let him hold your hand the entire way to the restaurant, knowing exactly how nervous he is. He’s a grown man, he knows your mom already loves him, but he appreciates that you don’t say any of this as he follows you into the restaurant.

Your mom is already there, with two seats beside her that Mike knows are reserved for you, and she leaps out of her chair at the sight of you. You greet her with a hug and a happy birthday, having let Mike hold the gift so he felt less like he was coming empty handed (you’d bought it together).  The second you’re out of her path, she’s coming for him. “Oh, it’s so lovely to finally get to meet you!” She’s gushing over him and he’s trying not to look embarrassed in front of you. 

He fits right in with your family, sitting on your left hand side while you sit pride of place beside your mom. He gets caught up in one of your mom’s friend’s conversations (“Oh I just adore Broadway, what’s it like?”) and that’s when your mom takes the opportunity to lean over and whisper over her bellini to you. 

You lean in so you can hear her without much strain. 

“I’ve never seen you look this happy.”

You beam back at her. 

SIX. november 2019

You’re thinking of selling your California apartment. 

You know it’s probably a bad idea, and that because you spend so much time in LA, it’s good to have a place to call home. But you also feel like it’s keeping you tied to the west coast. That you’re more likely to spend more time in California if you have a place there, and that’s not something that you want anymore. 

You’ve been in California for the last nine months, it’s been longer than that since you’ve seen your family, your friends, or your boyfriend. You missed your two-year anniversary because you spent the day on set and Mike wasn’t able to fly out due to his work schedule. 

You have your co-stars, people you spent months with every day that you genuinely enjoy being around - one of them you even worked with on a past project, you spend a lot of your free time with them between takes - but it’s not the same.

And now you’re done. You have over seven months until press from this movie begins and then you have to start working again. Normally, you’d stay in California while you looked for another project to latch onto, but that wasn’t what you wanted to do. 

You missed Mike, plain and simple. He was in New Jersey filming a movie, but that’s about as far away as he’d be if he was in New York. You knew of plenty of actors who didn’t live in LA and still made it work just fine, and as far as home states went, you could definitely have done worse than New York. 

“I think if it’s something you want to do you should look into it.” You’d called your boyfriend to have him either talk you into or out of it, but frustratingly all he’s done is point out that it’s your apartment and that he’d be kind of an asshole if he pushed his opinion on your assets onto you. 

“I want your opinion,” you let out a dramatic sob, sitting at your kitchen counter. Your phone is on speaker while you’re on your laptop, answering emails. 

Mike laughs, it’s crackly through the phone but you know the ins and outs, the layers of breath. “My opinion is that you should do what feels right for you, and I’ll back you up no matter what.”

“You’re annoying,” you grumble, changing tabs to instead look through your camera roll. You had a few days left to post one of your monthly photo dumps, something you much preferred to posting consistently. There was one photo that your camera roll had put in the forefront, of you at dinner with Mike and two of your mutual friends to celebrate his 27th birthday. You’d taken the photo almost eleven months earlier, and hadn’t done anything with it, but you did think you looked cute.

“I love you,” he offers instead.

You hum in response, bringing up the photo. “Is it weird if I post a photo from your birthday dinner? You’re not in it, obviously.”

He laughs at your bluntness. “Right, because why would I be in it? It’s only my birthday.”

That brings you out of it. “No, wait,” you giggle.  “Just cause I don’t want them to know that it’s your dinner, idiot.”

Mike groans. “I was gonna ask when you next are coming home but I actually don’t care anymore about it.”

“I’ll forgive you if you tell me what to do about my apartment.”

“Forgive me?”

“Fine, I love you or whatever.”

Mike laughs again, and you don’t even notice the crackles. “Or whatever.”

SEVEN. november 2019

You don’t think you’ve laughed this hard in a while. 

“I’m sorry,” she moans, leaning on your shoulder. 

You’re with one of your closest friends, sitting on your sofa, almost crying with laughter. You’d been staying with her while the sale of your California place was going down, with every intention of moving back home to New York after it was done. She’d commented on your yearly photo set, talking about a photo of you and your mom, and you’d realised exactly where people’s minds would go.

“No,” you giggle, “I was the one who decided to be messy and post the photo.” You’d posted a photo that had been taken of you and Mike when he’d come to visit you on set the year earlier. Everyone knew it was old, you’d thought it was funny, and sure you had probably revealed a little bit too much about your relationship, but Mike had thought it was funny too, so that was enough for you.

Your favourite part, though, was that not a single person had commented, tweeted, messaged you asking who he was, if he was your boyfriend, or what was happening. You hadn’t seen a single person give a fuck. 

The two of you had been sneaking around like teenagers and literally no one had cared, so Mike had allowed you to be a little messy on your Instagram feed. 

“If I’m the reason you and Mike get doxxed you can feel free to post any blackmail you have of me,” she promises. You can tell she feels awful about the possibility of having just exposed your multi-year long relationship, but if you’re honest you think it’s kind of funny. 

You wave her off. “No, I guarantee no one even cares. Worst case scenario someone asks, you just tell them you were talking about the photo of me and my mom, it’s so fine.”

The reason that you’d posted that photo now was because when it had been taken, things were definitely too new to be making hints towards it, and you would have posted a more recent picture but that was literally the only one of the two of you you could fine. 

And the best part was while all this was happening, so blatantly obvious to everyone who knew, you still got so many comments, dms - fucking interview questions - asking if you had a boyfriend, and every single time you’d either dodge it or outright say no. 

Your phone vibrated; a text from Mike. 

Rachel told me she hasn’t seen a single tweet about it and if anyone would have seen it it would be her.

yeah i run a stan account of you and haven’t put my phone down in 8 years - rachel :))))) She sends an entire row of kisses with hers. 

You’d met his costar a few times, only over the phone, and he sent you pictures of the two of them together on set often. You heart her message, giving his a thumbs up and knowing that she’d appreciate that. 

“See, it’s fine.” You show your friend. 

She breathes an audible sigh of relief. “In my defence you did post the photo.”

EIGHT. june 2020

The plan had been in the works for six months before it got derailed. Your California apartment had officially been sold, and you were set to move in to Mike’s place until you settled back in. Once things had calmed down with work for the two of you, you were going to start looking for your own place together. 

You’d ended your lease in your New York place, you had all of your stuff - not that you carted much around with you anyway - most of the furniture you had came with the place, and you’d donated or sold most of it. You had been living off of display furniture and minimal decorating, knowing that wherever it was would sit vacant most of the time anyway. This was going to be it, where you finally started building a life, and you’d be doing it with Mike. 

And then the country had gone into lockdown and, after a very lengthy conversation, the two of you had decided to relocate back to Columbus, Ohio, where he had a place for when he went to visit family.

It had been a fast move, but you’d planned for every thing that you possibly could have. Your family was safe, in New York, and you knew that was the best place for them to be. Your dad had an autoimmune disorder, so you knew that even if you were living in the city you wouldn’t be able to visit them much anyway. After three years with Mike, spending most of your relationship states away, you couldn’t let him leave without coming with him. 

So, there the two of you were. In Mike’s house in Ohio, one that was entirely familiar to him and somehow, it felt that way to you as well. Like you knew him so well that anything he knew was something you instinctively understood. 

Despite how long you’ve known Mike, how long you’ve loved him, you feel a bit like you’re taking over his space. Like when he moves something to make room for one of your trinkets that you’re minimising him in his own home.

He doesn’t let you think that for long. Sometimes you’ll come into your shared bedroom and find him rearranging his bookshelf so your books fit too, moving his Grammy to a shelf where there’s enough room for it to sit beside your awards, changing the sheets to a set that you’d picked out. 

You’ve been a successful working actor for the last eight years now, for almost five of them you’ve forgotten what it’s like to go outside and not worry that you’re going to be spotted. 

Sure, when you go outside now, you’re masked and there’s less people outside to recognise you. But to the people you do run into, you’re not an actor to them, not a celebrity, not anything. You’re Mike’s girlfriend. 

You can understand how that’s frustrating, you are your own person, but after three years of being together but constantly apart, you’re okay with your neighbours knowing you simply as Mike’s girlfriend. 

Now that you’re always in the house your screentime goes way down, you don’t need to text him anymore. All of the things that had you stressed and anxious to leave the house for have changed. And of course the state of the world is by no means good, but if everything is going to be happening anyway, you’re glad that you’re able to be with him during it. 

NINE. october 2020

You had become a bit of a homebody in the 9 months that you’d been living in Ohio. You only ever left the house when Mike did, and you didn’t go with him every time. Mike can tell it’s starting to wear on you a little bit. 

So, in an effort to pick yourself up a bit more, you’ve started doing all the grocery shopping. You and Mike make a list together so as to not give you all the mental load with it, but you walk down the few blocks to the small general store.

It’s convenient, a nice place, with a pharmacy attached to one side and a bakery on the other. Sometimes you take Austin and the girl who works at the bakery puts a bowl down for him while you go in and get your medication.

Sometimes you drive, when you have the aching exhaustion that only comes with being sad for hours on end, or when it’s raining, but the fresh air and just the act of being outside was usually enough to make you feel better.

It was late, and the pharmacy was closing soon when you realise you’d forgotten to pick up your medication, so it’s a no brainer that you’ll zip down and grab it while Mike makes dinner. 

You’ve slowly started setting down roots here, the shop assistants know your name and your prescription, they know you and Mike have officially moved into the mostly vacant house a few streets away, and they know that you seem like you’re maybe not always doing the best, because they’re always extra kind to you when you need it.

You like the domesticity. Sitting on the kitchen counter while goes through the fridge, telling you what to write down. Walking his dog - Austin absolutely loves you, which Mike did tell you is normal for most people - or holding his hand with his spare one on the leash. 

You’ve been really tired lately, and despite the fact that it’s meant to be your time to be by yourself and get fresh air, you find yourself in the kitchen, arms around your boyfriend’s waist. “Please?” You ask. 

Mike’s stirring something cheesy on the stove. You can smell it behind the wall of his cologne, the smell of wood and cinnamon. “Dinner’s almost ready,” he laughs and you feel the vibrations where your cheek is pressed to his back. “It’ll be cold by the time we get back.”

Your voice is small, and he knows he has zero intention of actually saying no to you, but he’s wondering if you’ll change your mind given a little bit of coaxing. 

“We have a microwave.” He wouldn’t be able to hear you if you weren’t so close to him. 

He loves you, and he’s also not blind. He can see you’re struggling. He likes to think he knows exactly when to give you space, and when you need him there. He puts the spoon down on the cutting board he has beside the stove and turns off the gas. “Okay,” he says comfortingly. 

You brighten, and he feels you stand up straighter. “You’ll come with me.”

Mike doesn’t even pretend to think about it this time. “Of course I will.”

TEN. february 2021

Press was finally happening for your project that you had filmed all the way back towards the end of 2019, and with that came your first ever zoom interview. It was a bit awkward, you’d never really liked doing press much face to face but now online it was worse. 

You and Mike had both found it a bit weird. He’d done a bit more of it in 2020 than you had, so you’d asked if he’d be in the room where possible to help ease your nerves. 

You were in your bedroom, set up at the designated Work Spot. You and Mike had made an agreement, no work was to be done outside of the Work Spot. It was the only thing that stopped it bleeding into your everyday life, especially now that you were working from home. 

Mike was out of frame so you could still see him, sitting in the corner reading a book. He’d glance up at you every single time you looked at him, like he could feel that you needed him. 

Things were going well, it wasn’t a standard interview with an interviewer, but rather you’d been given a list of questions that the group of you took turns asking the others and then answering yourself. 

There was a bit there where you knew you had a note written down about something important, but you’d written it on Mike’s phone. It was the only one near you at the time, and you were actively regretting it now.

You muted yourself on your computer and tried to subtly gesture for him. He notices you immediately and comes to stand right beside him. 

“Can I grab your phone really quick?” He hands it over.

“You okay?” He asks, wary of the camera he’s standing just outside of frame of. 

You unlock his phone and open up his notes app, trying to find what you’re doing. Mike didn’t have a phone case until you met him, but you’d cajoled him into a clear on“Did you…” you hum. “Did you move my note?”

You handed Mike back his phone and told him what he’s looking for and he scrolled for a second. “No?” He frowned. “Uh…” he bites his lip. “Oh wait, I cleared out a bunch of stuff hang on.”

You can hear everyone else, so you know no one has clocked your absence yet. “Found it,” he hands you back his phone and pulls up the one. “This one?”

“Love you,” you say in lieu of an answer. He gives you a look that makes a smile worm its way onto your face. 

Mike goes to sit back down as you skim through your note, ready to have your talking points ready. “Love you,” he calls back. 

When it’s eventually your turn to answer, you turn your microphone back on like nothing ever happened. And your costars, who all knew everything were was to know about exactly who you’d been talking to, all kept their mouths shut too. 

ELEVEN. august 2021

The material of your dress was scratching his skin, but Mike couldn’t seem to mind when you were so deliriously happy. In one hand you had a glass of champagne and in the other a beautiful bouquet of flowers that you’d snatched from the air after it had left the hands of your childhood best friend. 

People had been giving him knowing looks about it since then, upturned smirks and elbows to his ribcage. Mike laughed it off. The two of you were good, and he knew that you weren’t the type of girl to expect a proposal just because she caught the bouquet. 

Over the course of the night he had stood by, chatting idly with another group of plus ones. He’d met your best friend countless times, but there was no denying that he would not have been invited if he hadn’t been with you for the last four years. He was just happy that you seemed to be having a good time. 

Eventually, you staggered over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You weren’t drunk, didn’t need to be, you were simply so elated to not only be able to leave the house without feeling anxious but also to be able to celebrate your best friend getting married. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” He chuckled, your nose pressed to his adam’s apple. 

You hummed. “Yeah. Tired. Happy. Miss you,”

He ran his hand along the back of your dress, cringing at the material. “‘M right here.” 

The night was winding down, it was out in a big greenspace that they’d rented, the sun had well and truly set. You were basking in the glow of the massive outdoor lamps they’d set up, and they bathed you in a golden hue. 

“Thank you for coming with me,” you said genuinely. “I’m really happy.”

You were swaying on the spot slightly to the faded jazz playing in the background, and he let his arms envelope you, pulling you impossibly close to him. “Of course, baby,” he’s beaming wide, his voice low and soft. You can hear how happy he is.

It’s your first time being back in New York since you left, your longest stretch away from your home state in your whole life. The two of you have started looking for work again now that things are starting to open up. Mike’s riding the high of his West Side Story performance, he’s been getting offers since it came out. He hasn’t taken any of them, though, instead focusing on smaller things that he likes more. The TV show he’d spent a while filming in Texas had been cancelled, which was a shame because you really enjoyed watching TikTok edits of him in that. 

Instead, he’d been waving off scripts his agents sent him. He’d been asked to do a screen test in a movie in the UK, but he didn’t seem to interested in it. The most interesting thing about it was that his screen test was apparently with Zendaya, so you’d encouraged him to go just to meet her. 

Things are picking up again. Your agent’s sending you offers and auditions and after two years of not being on set you’re itching to get back.

But, getting back meant going back. 

You’d settled in Columbus. You didn’t want to leave, but you and Mike both knew that you’d have to go back to New York. 

It was something that you’d been talking about for a while, getting another place in New York. You’re fortunate enough that it’s something you’re able to afford, and it seems like a good idea. It doesn’t need to be discussed tonight, though. 

Instead, you ask him quietly, “Are we ever gonna get married?”

Mike mused, “Do you want to?”

You’re playing with the longer strands of hair on the back of his neck. “I think I might. With you.”

“Yeah?” He asks. He feels so warm inside there’s glee practically pouring from him. 

“Not right now, though,” you admit. “I think I want more of a career before I’m willing to become known as someone’s wife.” Mike knows exactly what you mean, and that even though you eventually want to be his wife, that regardless of what you’ve accomplished, from that moment on there will be people who know you exclusively as ‘Mike Faist’s wife.’ At this point in time, you’re not even known as his girlfriend, a fact that the two of you enjoy. 

“You just let me know,” he hums. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

You’ve been together almost four and a half years now and still no one knows. You don’t really need people to. 

You kiss his jaw and reach down to take off your heels, complaining about your feet. He takes them from you and watches as you make your way back towards your friends. He knows he’s going to ask you one day, and he knows you’ll say yes. The two of you know just how much you love each other. You don’t need anyone else to just yet. 

TWELVE. november 2021

So, a new arrangement has been reached. You n’t living in New York permanently but you have a lease on a place together. You’re back to doing live press, with the movie finally being shown in theatres. To be completely honest, you’re pretty much done with press on this movie. When you were cast in it three years ago, you didn’t expect that you would still be doing it. 

Mike is sympathetic but amused. They haven’t organised the screen test for that one movie yet but that’s because the director was working on another project and the one Mike had been scouted for had been pushed back for a short period. 

Sometimes companies will send you a car to come to your interview, but you take the subway home. Mike comes with you most times, more than happy to come tag along and sit in a room with your stuff and bring you your water bottle between shoots. 

“Thank you, baby,” you tell him genuinely the fourth time he does it. He kisses your forehead. “You didn’t have to come with me, I appreciate you.”

He hums as if the idea hadn’t occurred to him. “I need to earn my keep somehow, I’ve been your stay at home boyfriend for like two years.”

You giggle around the straw of your water bottle, softening at the way he reaches to take it from you. “And your services have been appreciated and they will be missed when you inevitably book again.”

It’s not something that you expect to be so comforted by. The knowledge that wherever you’re living - Ohio, New York, California, wherever, even if you’re in different states - that you just love being around him. No matter how much time he spends with you, he doesn’t get sick of you, you don’t get sick of him. 

You’re infinitely happier when he’s within arms reach than when he’s not. 

“Only book I care about is the one I’m reading over there,” he leans in to kiss you briefly. The director of the shoot gives out the five minute warning to roll into the next section, Mike takes your phone and water bottle and heads back to his corner. 

It’s almost comedic, the way that the producer immediately starts the next section with asking you “Do you have a celebrity crush?”

You have to make a conscious effort to not look over at Mike, even though you know he’s watching you. 

“Uh,” you laugh awkwardly, “I don’t really have one.”

Your coworkers’ faces are stone, and you don’t know if that make you want to laugh more or not. You keep your eyes directed straight at the barrel of the camera and you know everyone’s going to see how uncomfortable you are. 

“I guess having one when…” you struggle to find the right words, “when you are where I am in life, is just kind of weird,” you laugh again. “It feels wrong, I don’t know.”

You finally let your gaze land on your boyfriend. He’s smiling at you, and you calm immediately knowing that even once you’re out of this building, back on the train to your one bedroom, your hand in his, sharing earbuds, he’ll be there. 

THIRTEEN. april 2022

“Tell me again, what she said,” your feet are in Mike’s lap. You have people over, and you can’t imagine being happier. Your apartment is bustling, a charcuterie board that you are very proud of on the kitchen counter. You still have New Years decorations up, and there’s music playing. Mike got back from his screen test a week ago, and you’re revelling in his presence again. 

Mike takes a sip of his drink and moves so he’s resting his arm on your calf. You have a few of your friends sitting on the sofas around you, hanging on to every word. “She told me to tell you-”

You interrupt him, too excited “She brought me up!” You giggle over your champagne. 

Mike giggles, the side of his mouth pinching up with his smile. “Zendaya wanted me to tell you that she had just seen your most recent movie, and that she thought you were really good in it.”

You flail back so you’re resting on the arm of a friend. “Zendaya knows my name.”

One of your friends puts his drink down on the coffee table. “Don’t you guys have a Grammy in your bedroom, why are you surprised by this?”

“It’s not mine,” you roll your eyes, tipsy off the champagne and drunk on the party. “I would never take credit for my wonderful boyfriend’s accomplishment.”

“She’s taken so many selfies with it,” the friend you’re leaning on chimes in. 

Mike laughs and almost as if by magnet you’re trying to get closer to him. Your head comes up beside his, resting on the wall behind the couch, his hand on the back of your neck. 

You don’t even know what you’re celebrating. Just being able to have people over, having a space to have them in. Having someone you’d want to host a party with. 

“Okay, and?” you shoot back. “You’ve taken selfies with me.”

He’s kissed the hollow of your collarbone, his hair, getting longer now, tickling your neck. You love him so much, you’re surprised there’s enough room in the apartment for all your guests with how much space it’s taking up. 

The apartment itself is obviously a new development in your life, but the area isn’t. Just two streets over is the apartment you were living in when you met Mike. Barely furnished, not decorated, not lived in. 

A place so physically close to the room you’re sitting in with a group of people you love more than life, but that couldn’t have possibly been further away. Now you have family pictures on the wall, you have his toothbrush right beside yours. You have a ticket to the show of Dear Evan Hansen you went and saw right when you two got together, sitting front row in the audience and marveling in the fact that the man onstage liked you, pride of place in your clear phone case. He has a ticket stub from that time a theatre in Columbus was playing a rerun of your feature film debut and he’d dragged you with him to go see it wedged in his. You have a delicate chain around your neck with an M on it so well hidden it might as well be lost to legend, he has your first initial hanging on his keychain.

It’s been five years, three lived-in states, several hundred shared meals, and an apartment just two streets away, but as you laugh at a story someone is telling, your cheek pressed against Mike’s, you’ve never felt closer to home.

[leftoverghosts]

✩ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ · won't forget my name, not today (part one)

will you cast me to the wayside? · · ─── · boyfriend!pat x girlfriend!user x pining!art

Art has been secretly in love with you since last summer, and Patrick decides now’s the time to fix that. He drags you to Art’s guest room, revealing Art’s obsession with you through a Polaroid photo. What starts as a playful moment quickly escalates when Patrick challenges you to push your boundaries, leaving you questioning how far you’re willing to go to keep him happy.

i lose control when you're not next to me · · ─── · divorced!art x f!theonewhogotaway!user

A chance reunion with Art in your hometown grocery store sparks a new connection, leading you both to question what might have been. After years apart, tentative smiles and an old promise resurface, as you and Art realize the possibility of more than just friendship. With the weight of past regrets and the pull of unfinished business, you wonder if fate has brought you back together for a second chance at love. (you are going to have to tell art your hometown, i left that open.)

my dream maker, heartbreaker · · ─── · atlanta!art x exgirlfriend!user

You supported Tashi and Art through many key moments, but missed the shift in their relationship when your best friend got hurt. Years later, you learn that Art and Tashi are engaged. When you cross paths, Art’s regret is clear, but his bitterness surfaces when he sees her with Patrick over your shoulder. (i needed angst!!)

breakin' my heart, you make a mess of me · · ─── · nepohobo!patrick x babymama!user

You're successful and proud of your life as a mother and a self-made woman, but Patrick, your ex, still clings to his unfulfilled tennis dreams. As the reality of your past choices hits, you can’t help but feel frustrated by the only failure on your record—letting him into your life at all.

moon river, wider than a mile, crossin' in style · · ─── · rookietennisplayer!pat x gn!succubus!user

Patrick Zweig accidentally summons a succubus while playing with a Ouija board, hoping for a laugh. To his shock, the demon appears, offering him a taste of the extraordinary and a night full of temptation and danger. Pat’s disbelief quickly turns to intrigue as he faces the unexpected consequences of his curiosity. (succubus bot, but pat's version!)

cradle me so i can see if i'm doomed · · ─── · stanfordtennisplayer!rafe x f!tennisplayer!user

Rafe is captivated by strength, precision, and confidence in women, qualities he sees in you. He becomes deeply protective, drawn to your drive and the way you embody his ideals. His love for you grows all-consuming, his thoughts constantly on how to shield you from harm, wanting nothing more than to be the one who keeps you safe and close. (heavily inspired by season one, episode two of euphoria, as i tweaked the speech about nate to fit tennis!rafe.)

i lost my mind, i don't mind · · ─── · stanfordtennisplayer!rafe x f!tennisplayer!user

You hadn't wanted to come to the frat party, but like most things Rafe wants, he gets. Caught up in the heat of the moment, you find yourselves dancing in the middle of the crowd. With his jealousy bubbling to the surface, Rafe warns you about the men staring, claiming they want you. Eventually, he pulls you away to the bathroom, the tension between you both growing with each step.

i hit 200 followers on c.ai, so here's another bot drop! this is part one and mostly canon-esque in story. as always, let me know what you think. xoxo. alternate universe bots will be posted tomorrow, along with the second part of obsessed!crownprince art.🍀💚

[cherrygirlfriend]

ice cold pairing: stanford!bsf!art donaldson x iceskater!reader synopsis: you injure your foot while ice skating, your best friend takes care of you. warnings: fluff! wc: 700 this is very me coded because i literally slipped and injured my foot to the point i couldn't walk properly for two weeks. or the time i fell down the stairs and broke my ankle. bottom line is; i'm as clumsy as the mc of a wattpad story. originally posted 12/19/2024

being on ice felt almost like a second nature to you, and art loved watching you skate, whether it was for an ice show or for a skating competition, watching your white skates almost blending in with the ice as you turned, spun, and jumped in a way that caused his heart to jump in his chest so naturally, he thought that it'd be a great idea to take you out to a skating rink.

you blew on the hot chocolate you held in your hands, covered by a pair of white mittens decorated with adorable pink snowflake patterns, "you do know that i skate every day?" you said with a chuckle, your brows raised and your cheeks stinging from the cold.

"yeah, but you never skate with me." he shrugged, sitting down to put his skates on his feet; honestly, he was sure he was going to fall, not having gone ice skating since he was a teenager himself; he actually had to borrow patrick's ice skates. luckily, they shared the same shoe size.

"have you thought it's because i skate every day?"

"yeah, but you play tennis with me." he quipped back, making you roll your eyes, "i just thought it'd be a fun idea!"

"it is a fun idea." you shrugged, finishing the last of the hot-now-lukewarm chocolate, before placing the mug down, starting to put on your own skates, ones you always wore when you practiced, "i just like giving you shit for no reason."

"of course you do." he chuckled, the two of you making small talk as you tied your respective skates to your feet, hoping the warm liquid would soon start taking effect and warm up your body.

you rose to your feet, holding your hand out to your boyfriend expectantly, "are you ready to embarrass yourself and fall flat on your ass, donaldson?"

"we'll see who's falling flat on their ass."

"did you put a curse on me, or something?" you mumbled, letting out a hiss as you tried to step on your swollen ankle, art stuttering and trying to get you to stop as he sat you down on the bench next to the rink and took off your skate along with wool sock, a nasty, purple spot starting to form on your ankle. "how bad is it?" you asked, and art could tell how desperate you were feeling, how badly you were hoping, praying it wasn't broken.

it all happened in a split second. you'd been doing a pirouette, something you did tens, if not hundreds, of times a day, and suddenly, you were on the ground.

"i'm pretty sure it's just twisted." art said, both of you letting out nearly identical sighs of relief. art, for your health, and you, for your skating.

"thank god." you sighed, "i haven't gotten properly injured while skating since i was, like, thirteen. i have no idea how this happened.

"maybe you just deserved to fall on your ass." art shrugged, causing you to roll your eyes and smacking his arm while exclaiming that he wasn't funny.

the moment you got home, art basically carried you onto the couch while you kept complaining that you were going to be fine, that his fussing wouldn't do any good, but the blonde immediately put three throw pillows under your foot and bringing an ice pack wrapped in a towel, placing it on your slightly swollen ankle.

"i think you should get this checked tomorrow, just in case." art sighed, "i'm just worried-"

you took his hand, bringing it to your lips and placing a small kiss to the back of it, art's eyes widening slightly, "what was that for?"

"for being fussy."

"obviously." he rolled his eyes, "i'm gonna put on some tea, and we can watch anything you want."

"anything?" you asked with a small grin, making him shake his head.

"i'm not watching another low-budget horror movie."

"you said anything!"

and before he knew it, your foot was on art's lap, an ice pack over it as he massaged your ankle, a half-drunk cup of tea, christmas cookies and a bottle of aspirin placed next to the sofa as you snored while cuddling up to a pillow, art's stanford hoodie covering you, while the blonde was trying to ignore hostel still playing on tv, instead focusing on watching your serene face.

[fvists]

✎ bf!art rant

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ feel free to send requests and thoughts!! :)

i feel like art wouldn't like getting his picture taken by other people. like he needs to take the photo himself at a very specific angle otherwise he gets sad because he thinks he looks weird. you, however, are the exception. you make him feel so loved and adored that he doesn't think any photo you take of him looks bad. you could show him a picture you took of him conked out and drooling at his desk, but he would never get mad because he knows you only took the photo because you thought he looked cute. it just keeps him going!

[castiwls]

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≫ challengers

guilty as sin? ➵ art donaldson ༯ you both knew cheating was bad...but is it as bad when the person your cheating with is the husband of the woman your own husband still loves 13 years later?

lucky charm ➵ art donaldson ༯ fucking the nanny...how cliche. at least its not as bad when your wife agrees

daddy issues ➵ art donaldson ༯ your coaches husband has always been close to you. she could tear you down and he'd always be right there to build you back up

coach ➵ patrick zweig ༯ coaching had been his best idea yet, especially when he got his hands on you

cheater cheater ➵ patrick zweig ༯ you and patrick had always been less than perfect (toxic through and through but when your boyfriend decides to sleep with his ex you could be the bigger person but....instead you sleep with a certain blonde tennis player and make sure patricks finds out

fwb ➵ patrick zweig ༯ patrick zweig was your best friend nothing less nothing more

boyfriend ➵ tashi duncan ༯ tashi knew art didn't deserve you, she just had to show you that

≫ spn

picture to burn ➵ dean winchester

≫ note hi!! none of these bots are new there simply the bots which I used to have on my profile under the hidden bots section before c.ai got rid of links (yay😔) I think I got them all but if anyone catches any other just message <3

[darkoies]

BOT RELEASE · ˚ ༘ *⋆ 012125 © darkoies

notes ✶⋆.˚ hihi back from break kinda a little!! all of these are requests except for patrick <3 just a little word,, ive never watched bridgerton in my entire life and i tried doing research on it so.. if anything is wrong about the benedict bot, please don’t hesitate to correct me on it and ill fix it as soon as i can! also fell in love w luke thompson watching his interviews. lol, thank u to whoever sent him in. requests are always open here. thank u for being patient and also thank u for 1.1k+ followers and 130k+ interactions??? like woah.

church crush 𐙚 art donaldson - challengers ᯓ crushing on a nun

unwelcomed 𐙚 benedict bridgerton - bridgerton ᯓ clashing heads with violet

the next morning 𐙚 drew starkey ᯓ waking from a hookup

puppy interview 𐙚 luke thompson ᯓ interview as costars

at home rehab 𐙚 matthew sturniolo ᯓ struggling with a breakup and drugs

camboy 𐙚 patrick zweig - challengers ᯓ roomate is a cam boy

[coolgrl111]

dilf!art w yapper gf ..😕😕😕 like yeah honey that’s great ( he doesn’t know what she’s saying at all. Too many typos and he’s not up w trends. )

OMGGGGG THIS THIS THIS!!!!! maybe i’ll do more parts for dilf art because this one was fun

(also peep me trying to edit the eye colour 😭😭)

dilf!art x yapper!gf

[jesuistrestriste]

This is my first time submitting an ask here so PLEASE ignore if this is too weird !! BUT I've been thinking a lot about playing w art's balls, like...

Barely focusing on his cock for a while, just mouthing on and fondling them until he's worked up and sensitive, until you just barely touch his tip and he comes all over your hand n his stomach..

WHO said that guys

oooohoho trust me: art’s balls are never far from my mind.

i personally think he begs you to suck them into your mouth when you’re giving him head. like he’ll be leaning back on his palms while you lick and suck and drool over his shaft, but the very second you pull off and begin dragging your lips lower, lower, lower—

he’s jerking upright and placing both hands over the top of your head, not pushing but applying enough pressure to let you know that he wants this bad. like he’ll go crazy if you stop right here..

you’ve got him moaning and trying not to buck up into your open mouth as your tongue teases the seam in his sack, his eyes rolling into his head as he whines. he can already feel the heat climbing up his throbbing inches.

“yes, yes, yes, y-yesss— oh, FUCK! right there-!”

takes only two more flicks over that spot, coupled with you suckling one of them into your warm mouth, before he’s arching his back and wailing; painting his flushed tummy with fives heavy splurts of release

[izabellalovesart]

Patrick x Art x reader

Trip to the bookstore

SFW

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“Oh my god can you hurry up!” You were standing by the door of your shared apartment (that mostly you and Art just paid for) waiting for the boys to finish getting ready so you could finally get out of the apartment and go see the new bookstore that opened up a few blocks away.

“We’re coming, we’re coming!” You heard Art call out.

Then a moment later they came out of the bedroom, giggling.

“I don’t even want to know what the fuck you guys are laughing about, let’s just gooo, I need new books.” You crossed your arms and tapped your foot on the ground in annoyance.

“Alright alright relax dude” Patrick giggled.

“Don’t dude me” You murmured as you opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

The bookstore was only a 15 minute walk. On the way you stopped for coffee, of course you got a fancy drink while Art and Patrick just got black coffees.

“Lemme try yours” Patrick said, grabbing your drink and bringing the straw the his lips. He swished the coffee around in his mouth before swallowing. “Jesus Christ that’s so much sugar, how the fuck do you like this?” His face was scrunched up as if he just ate a warhead, (god he was always so dramatic) it made you giggle.

“It’s yummy.” You said.

Art huffed loudly. “Can you stop leaving me out.” He grumbled.

“Aww, we aren’t leaving you out Artie.” Patrick said, walking up to him and tugging on his ears lightly. “C’mon let’s go” He swung his arm over his shoulders and started walking towards the door.

You smiled and followed behind them. You attempted to multitask and reach into your bag to grab your camera while trying to walk, it was a struggle, you almost tripped but you caught yourself and succeeded to grab the camera Art bought you for your birthday. You angled the camera and snapped a picture of the boys walking together and smiled to yourself, putting your camera away before jogging up to them and walking next to Art the rest of the way to the bookstore. Of course whenever you guys were out Patrick walked on the side closest to the street and you walked on the side farthest from the street, with Art sandwiched in between.

As soon as you walked into the bookstore, you separated from the boys and went to your favorite section in bookstores, immediately starting to skim through all the covers. After a few minutes Art and Patrick found you.

“See anything you want?” Patrick asked. “I’ll get you whatever.” He said, grinning.

“I’m gonna look around a bit more, you guys can go sit down or something.” You muttered.

Art and Patrick exchanged a look and shrugged, walking away from you and to a couch that was in the corner of the store.

As they chatted with each other, you walked through the entire store, reading blurbs, analyzing covers, skimming through the pages, inhaling the wonderful smell of fresh books.

After what felt like hours for the boys, but was actually just 30 minutes. You walked up to them, three books stacked in your hands and a bright smile on your face.

“I want these.”

Patrick sighed. “Three? Christ, when did you become such a reader.” He chuckled. Art giggled and elbowed him.

“I was in a slump before!” You exclaimed.

“Sure whatever, okay let’s check out, I’ve been oh so bored.” Pat said, pouting overdramatically as he stood up.

“Wow am I that boring to talk to?” Art scoffed as he stood up, stretching out his back by putting his arms over his head.

“No sweetie, you’re oh so fascinating.” Patrick cooed, patting Arts head.

“Fuck off” he grumbled.

You chuckled. “Okay, lets go.”

The three of you headed to the cashier. You placed the books on the wooden counter and smiled up at the older lady who was working at the store. “Just these?” She asked, with a warm smile that made her eyes crinkle.

“Yes ma’am” Patrick said, taking out his wallet.

The lady scanned then books and carefully placed them in paper bag with the bookstores logo on it.

“That’ll be $37.43 today” she said with a soft smile, placing the bag on the counter.

“What?!” Patrick exclaimed, his eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened.

“40 dollars for books?? Baby that’s insane!” He said his arm going over your shoulders. He huffed as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Sorry” you shrugged. “That’s todays economy for you Pat.” Art muttered, rubbing his shoulder, giggling.

Patrick sighed heavily and stood up straight.

The poor old lady was just standing there awkwardly, her lips working hard to stay in an upturned smile.

Patrick took two $20 bills from his wallet and handed it to the cashier. “Here…” he sighed, pouting slightly.

The cashiers smile widened and she took the money and opened the register to get the change.

“I’m sure you’ll love these books honey.” She said to you whilst handing Patrick the change.

“I Hope so, he just spent all his life savings on them.” You giggled.

“Y/nnn.” Patrick whined, burying his face in his hands.

“You’re such a gentleman.” The cashier said, smiling brightly. “Have a wonderful day you three.” She waved goodbye.

“Thank you so much! Have a nice day” you said, smiling happily as you walked away and towards the door, carrying the heavy bag that held your new books.

Art and Patrick said thanks and goodbye to the lady and followed you out of the store.

As soon as you were all outside, Patrick groaned, his shoulder slumping.

“I’m never fucking getting you anything again.”

Art laughed. “That’s dramatic but um why the fuck are books so expensive?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes playfully.

“I think you guys are just broke.”

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Someone sent me this idea but I accidentally deleted it so I couldn’t attach it 😣😣 but hope you like!!