#patrick zweig is a loverboy

[asheepinfrance]

i wrote this for so long i have no mildly witty intro. i love patrick and he's romantic to ME. comments and critiques welcome as always

He could stare at the curve of your shoulder all day and the thought is entirely foreign. Foreign but most certainly not unwelcome. In fact, when it made its way into his brain he welcomed it with open arms and walked it into the corner where he kept all the other you-based things he had stored. You on the day he’d met you at that stupid party you most definitely didn’t want to be at, you the first time he kissed you (the first time you’d been kissed, period), you just an hour ago when you asked him to spend the night. Now here he is, watching you watch some shitty movie he’d stopped paying attention to about 15 minutes ago. He’s watching the muscles beneath your skin bend at the will of your bones, watching your shoulders shake each time you laugh, hearing you steady your breath to prevent any sound from coming out, softening entirely when you fail. He remembers you saying you hate your laugh, and he thinks that’s just about the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. It’s not entirely shocking to him that he could feel this way for someone like you, because really, how could he not? Even he had some domesticity tucked under all that bravado, he just needed the right person to coax it out. And god, were you the right person.

Patrick forgets, sometimes, that you’ve never done something like this before. Shared yourself down to those ugly, nasty bits of your soul (though that only really applies to his half of your partnership, in his opinion). Inexperienced was what you were, and remain to be. He only forgets because it’s all come so naturally to you. You love like it’s the simplest thing in the world to be vulnerable. You love him like it takes no effort to, and it warms him up a little. He hadn’t been easy to love since he was 12 and found someone equally eager to be a man as him. His mother had always insisted he’d have to mellow out for someone to accept him, his father telling him to keep himself in check, women don’t like a man without that trademark stoicism. You’d proved them wrong. So he’s fine with just tracing the shape of your arm with his fingertips, eventually finding yours. He likes to think maybe, just maybe, if he held your hands long enough, your fingerprints would become one and the same. 

“Hey… I’m sorry, you know. For being slow about things.”

He looks up from your hands, which were so soft in comparison to his it made him feel ill, to the smallest bit of your eye peeking over your shoulder. 

“Why are you sorry?” 

He knows you, mind included, well enough to know the slew of stupid answers you can supply. ‘It’s embarrassing to have so little experience under your belt at my age’, ‘you’re you and you have sex all the time, so waiting for me is stupid’, so on and so forth. He knows these things because you’ve said them all time and time again, over the course of the 3 months he’s been doing this with you. 3 months went by quite fast. 3 months has never been so blissful. He’d also never experienced a longer wait in his life, not that he’d admit it. But he’d wait till his hair ran gray and his bones could hardly hold his own weight anymore. He could be happy just to see the orange hue to your skin in the dim lamplight of your room. 

“Don’t be, ‘kay? Don’t wantcha to be.”

You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a sigh. He hopes it’s not a sad one. You turn over to place your cheek to his chest, stretch, bend, and soon fall asleep. He knows the sound of your breathing well enough to know the pace it takes in unconsciousness. He reaches out a careful, steady arm to turn the lamp off, his skin tingling with lack of contact until he places it back in its rightful place around your waist, exposed with your lack of a shirt. He’s more than happy to follow your lead in this, and he feels his eyes flicker closed in rhythm to your soft puffs of air against his skin. 

“Hey… Patrick, you awake?”

It’s darker out now, a dark that bleeds into the room enough that he doesn’t see you even if his eyes are open. He rubs at them until you come into a view, and he settles a bit. 

“M’yeah, what’s up? You alright?”

The digital clock you never actually use flashes the time: 3:23 A.M. Late enough that he’s more concerned to see you awake than happy to have this time to talk to you, though he’s happy with any time at all. 

“Patrick, I was thinking… well, you know, I had this dream and…”

You’re heated like a small sun under the palms of his hands, enough that he can feel a thin layer of perspiration at the points of connection between the two of you. And he’s listening as well as he can, what with his tired brain and general boyish inattentiveness, but he thinks he’s got enough of a grasp on things to understand where this is going. He’s grinning in the dark like the Cheshire cat, and he wouldn’t be shocked if all that was visible was the shine of his teeth against the moonlight. 

You’re still talking, though he’s not quite making the words out anymore, blood running past his ears in waves. He still registers that soft tone that you only adopt with him, though, and he’s trying to use it to pull himself out of the sunken, warm ocean of a wait coming to its end. He’s pulled to the surface with a gasp when your lips meet his, not unlike the times previous, but it’s not a feeling he thinks he’ll ever get used to. He’s gripping into your hair just as tightly as he can without hurting you, attempting to mumble something reassuring against your lips for the millisecond you pull away, but it’s swallowed up just as soon as it’s spoken. At least he’s sure that you’re sure. 

He’s well aware he’s been growing harder since the second you woke him up, he’s fairly certain you know it, too, but he refuses to let you acknowledge it yet. He slowly shifts his lips to your cheek, jawline, neck. He can feel your pulse thrumming in the vein in your neck, feels your skin jump against his nose with the strength of it. He can die happy just knowing that he made your heart race, but he’d live happier to continue doing just that. He’s soft, provoking, easing you into things. A gentle lead rather than a harsh tug. It’s what his girl deserves. He wants to bury himself in you until he’s beneath your lavender scented skin. He wants to watch each new crease, furrow and wrinkle in your skin appear in real time. He watches your head dip back, your hair shielding him from the outside world, caging him in possessively, tenderly housing him in. He sees your front teeth press into the plump flesh of your bottom lip, sees it dimple under that pressure. Hears the sigh that forces itself through that gap and he thinks that’s the sound he’ll hear when he goes to heaven.

He hears the relief in just the way you sigh when he opens your bra, and he doesn’t understand how you possibly could have kept the sight of you bare away from him. It’s almost cruel that he’s been in the presence of what could only be a goddess and you hadn’t proved as much. But he’s got the confirmation now, if your sweet, loving demeanor hadn’t been evidence enough, and he’s got all the time in the world to worship you. He trails kisses over the divots of your collarbones, between the newly exposed skin of your chest. He peeks through his lashes at you, sees the mess of your sleep-tossed hair against your shoulders, the glossy, half-lidded flutter in your eyes, the way your stomach jumps beneath his affection until he’s pressed between your thighs and he can feel how warm you are and he wills himself not to be selfish. You don’t pull away, but he refuses to move until he knows your mind is made up. He feels knuckles brush against his cheek, snake through his hair, and that’s all he needs before he’s pulling fabric over the width of your hips, the plush of your thighs and off your legs. He can see some unfamiliar scars and freckles scattered about, and he tracks them the way an astronomer would a constellation. 

“Fuck, I love you so much.”

He’s almost painfully gentle and it’d be frustrating if it wasn’t so sweet. Each brush of his tongue makes the muscles in your thighs constrict, and he’s whispering his apologies about the added intrusion of his fingers against your skin. He can feel you twitch around his face, watches your mouth fall open, your cheeks flush, your chest heave. It’s a bit of encouragement that he’s doing well, which he’s only ever been concerned about with you, and when the pitch of your gasps heightens, their frequency picks up he pulls away just as unhappy to ruin your incoming peak as you are not to experience it. His fingers are slick, lips wet, and the scent of you left on him is enough to have his eyes rolling back.

He lays you down, cradling your head despite there only being pillows beneath you, and with a kiss to your forehead and a nod from you he’s kicking himself out of his painfully tight boxers and slowly pressing into you. He chokes back a gasp, stills himself on his forearm, watches your brows pinch together in discomfort. He kisses you soft, slow, until you’re sharing gasps between your open mouths, and he doesn’t stop moving until he hears that same high-pitched cadence and watches you fall apart. He’s never seen something so beautiful as you writhing around.

“Wait- Wait, you didn’t-”

“Babe, it’s fine. All that matters is that you did so well.”

You look at him, visibly exhausted, and he looks back. You fall asleep just as easily as you did before, a quiet mumble of an ‘I love you’ into his skin that he returns. He doesn’t need to tell you that he finished in his boxers about an hour ago, even if he knows you’d laugh about it. Right now, he’s content in just having you close, watching your body move. He could stare at the curve of your shoulder all day.

[gourdyshome]

"can't repeat the past? why of course you can" sooooo patrick zweig-coded. the way he wears the same 'i told ya so' shirt as the last time he saw tashi when he meets her years later in atlanta. the way he falls apart in the second round, in tennis and with tashi. the fucking ball, placed in the center of the racket. patrick zweig you enrapture me.

[tinytennisskirt]

𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭'𝐬 m𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

MINORS DNI w/ RED HEART FICS ALMOST ALL FICS CONTAIN SUGGESTIVE CONTENT thank youuuu

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬:

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧:

The Card and The Heart (x ZweigTwin!Reader) ♡

A Chaotic Reunion Pt1 (childhood bestfriend art! x reader- reuniting and rekindling)

A Chaotic Reunion Pt2 (childhood bestfriend art! x reader- rekindling and new romance)

Rumours (x fem!reader- miscommunication trope)

More Than Anything (childhood bestfriend art! x reader- slowburn? angsty? fluffy romantic ending)

Cottage Culture (childhood bestfriend art! x reader - ft. patrick, slowburn, close friends, cottage getaway, fluff)

Good Luck Charm (x gf!reader- sad to fluff, proposal)

Kisses (x gf!reader- hurt/comfort)

The Motions (x girlfriend/wife!reader- wedding, honeymoon, pregnancy) ♡

A Slippery Slope (x exgirlfriend!reader- apologies, rekindling, hurt/comfort if you squint)

Fresh Laundry and Other Things (x reader- flirting, fluff, laundry and coffee and music)

The Couch (x pregnantwife!reader- fluff, a little smut, pregnancy) ♡

Small Victories (x tennisplayer!reader- fluff, angst, recovery and slowburn friends to lovers)

Never (art x girlfriend!reader- breakup, angst, bittersweet)

Kiss Me (art x bestfriend!reader- fake dating trope with a twist, slowburn, super sweet)

Let It Linger (dual timeline- MRTA! art x bestfriend! reader / post divorce! art x estranged best friend reader- pining, yearning, slowburn)

From Pain To Promise (x bestfriend!reader- pining, yearning, angst, MAJOR TW, happy ending)

Wounds and Words (x bestfriend!reader- pining, taking care of wounds, drunk confession)

Chrysalism (x fiancée!reader- rainy day, shower sex, domestic love) ♡

No Consequences (x bestfriend!reader- stoned sex) ♡

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐙𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠:

Hall Pass (x Art'sGirlfriend!Reader) ♡

Angel Pt1 (x singlemom!reader - slowburn/age gap)

Angel Pt2 (x singlemom!reader - slowburn/age gap/tension and wanting)

Angel Pt3 (x singlemom!reader - slow burn, age gap) ♡

Rematch (ex-situationship!reader- enemies to lovers, smut)♡

Tease (x fem!reader- tease, hidden fluff, friends to lovers) ♡

Patrick and His Pattern (x girlfriend!reader- angst, mean!patrick, breakup) ♡

Sweetheart (x babysitter!reader- age gap, girl dad! patrick, smut) ♡

Those Three Words (friend turned lover! reader x player turned loverboy! patrick- fun, sweet, am ‘i love you’ confession, and hurt/comfort)

Sweet Tooth (x bakery owner! reader- post-canon player turned bf! patrick, flirting, the motions, falling in love, fluff)

Toast To Nothing (x girlfriend! reader- meeting his parents, smut!) ♡

Behind Closed Doors (x good girl socialite! reader) ♡ part one

𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡:

The Gymnast (x gymnast!reader- tension, threesome, smut!) ♡

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

- patrick taking your virginity (blurb) ♡

- best friend!patrick who is totally not in love with you (headcanons with a plot)

- boyfriend!art who knows you like the back of his hand (headcanons)

- art giving you a tummy bulgeee (requested blurb) ♡

- you, art and pat singing some trashy song in the car (headcanon)

- Q: who is more likely to develop a crush for stupid reasons?

- Mark Rebellato Era headcanons

- vampire boyfriend! art (headcanons with a plot) ♡

- meet the donaldsons (almost-fic blurb)

- telling fwb! patrick zweig that you’re pregnant.

- coming home after a long day of work to sleeping art, who tried to stay up for you (blurb)

[happenssweet]

Patrick Zweig with a girlfriend who's so clingy on her period (or just normally) that she gets pouty whenever he tries to go to the bathroom...

YOU’RE SO REAL. this is almost the exact opposite of the art bot i’m making right now LMFAO

no because he knows if anyone ever found out that he spends one weekend (sometimes two) every month staying pretty much in bed, aside from supplies runs, holding his partner and babying them while they're on their period his persona would be shattered... but he just doesn't care anymore.

i think he would genuinely relish in feeling so incredibly needed, even if it is just a surge in hormones, to the point that he would be terrified by a pregnancy scare on a whole new level (ignoring the fact that they'd get even needier if they were having his baby. whatevs.) but like i think he would ignore his own needs and bodily functions, waiting until you were asleep to take care of any business just so he wouldn't risk you being upset in any capacity. loverboy.

because you just know that boy is a needy little thing too. everyone assumes it's only art but once patrick's walls are down... oh he's practically wrapped around your leg from the second you walk through the door.

i <3 codependency.

[artdcnaldson]

“Patrick is wearing it like a trophy :((( and Patrick kind of is but that’s not the ONLY reason :(((“

Oh Oh Oh. Patrick keeping it as a momento of the event and as a trophy of being her first. Stuck between lovesick sap and perv

LITERALLYYYYY like it literally is a trophy for him </3 that and the tiny bit of blood that mixed with your arousal, made a ring around the base of his cock. Bc he’s so big and he could have prepped you all night and it still would’ve hurt and stretched and torn :(( and god like he didn’t want to hurt you but he can’t say he didn’t get off on that sight a little bit, the visual proof that he’d claimed your innocence.

But it’s also just so <3 you’d chosen him after years of saying that you wanted your first time to be with someone you cared about and trusted and loved. And fuck, he’s usually blasé about these things but it does feel like an honor, it is one. So maybe it’s also just his reminder that you want him, that you love him even if you haven’t said it verbally yet. <3

But yes. Patrick Zweig thee pervy loverboy of all time

[amymbona]

how do u think Patrick or Art would navigate around his gf that is a down bad good old-fashioned loverboy but in girl version

just getting curious, like everyone he knows is just so modern (normal) in gifts and stuff and then his girl is literally playing the guitar and singing him " can't help falling in love with you " and even gifting him flowers. Like, I think Patrick smugness and completely laid-back behaviour when it comes to relationships needs to be paired up with the most toughtful and gentle-loving girl in the univers ifykwim

I love how we can agree that Patrick is in a crucial need of a gentle ethereal fairy girlfriend. She doesn't belong to this century, people say, and they're right.

Never once in his life did Patrick think he could be loved like this, that he could be treated tenderly and made love to. Only when you first brought him flowers for the first match that you have attended as his girlfriend, his whole perspective of an ideal relationship has shifted.

Your whole approach, the way you sing love songs to him, write him poems and pull him up to dance to Glenn Miller in your dorm room, that has convinced him that love can be so much more that people say. Thanks to you, Patrick went from a fuck boy and chronic smoker to a relatively normal guy.

The first time he brings up the name of Louis Armstrong to Art, the blondie literally runs to your dorm and asks if Patrick didn't eat anything expired or if he didn't spend the whole night with a fever. But the moment he sees your cute little dorm decorated with flowers and vintage posters, everything clicks. He gets it now, understanding why Patrick calls you his fairy.

The two of you are actually pretty famous too. Not that you're the life of the party, quite the contrary. Everyone is curious who's the girl who has made Patrick Zweig undergo that drastic change, and if it's true that he holds her as if she was his racket, equally as important.

You are the light of Patrick's life, not really pushing him forward but rather pulling him back. Allowing him to cool off and get lost in movies with Jean Marais, finding much needed comfort in the french comedy scene. This is what Patrick has needed all along, and you were the person to fully execute that.

[diyasgarden]

𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠:

betting on losing dogs cats (patrick zweig)

goddess (tashi duncan x reader)

merry christmas, please don’t come (art donaldson)

Headcanons

Reformed Player to Loverboy Patrick Zweig

Coming home to domestic!Patrick

When Patrick's down bad, but you're oblivious

[diyasgarden]

oh patrick “loverboy” zweig, you’ll always be famous

it’s one of those days. 

you walk over to his fraternity’s house, mind racing in too many directions to count as you approach the door to his room, giving it a tentative knock. 

the door swings open and Patrick’s eyes soften as he sees you, familiar smile lines and dimples gracing his handsome face. 

you say nothing, closing the door behind you. and nothing needed to be said.

his arms wrap around you, slotting you into the spot against his body that had become yours. you feel yourself melt a little as you exhale, letting out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding.

the sounds of some re-run of futurama play on his tv and fill the room as you inhale the familiar scent of camel cigarettes and sweat and expensive cologne he didn’t pay for himself. 

home. he smelled like home. 

Patrick flops onto his bed, pulling you into his arms. his hands come up to cup your cheeks, stroking them with his thumbs.

"you're thinking too hard," he says, words muffled as he nuzzles the top of your head. "can smell the smoke."

you shake your head, letting out a little snort. can practically hear the smirk on his face.

he squeezes you tighter.

[gourdyshome]

some of my favorite challengers (2024) moments

art playfully biting tashi's hand when they're sitting together on the couch

the boys leaning back in unison while watching tashi play

patrick gripping art's thigh

the way tashi twirls when she hits the winner

patrick pressing his lips to the coke bottle while staring at a poster of tashi

art saying "she's a remarkable young woman" like he's a loser loverboy from the 1930s

tashi lounging on that rock like a fucking siren

patrick "it's an open relationship" zweig

the way patrick looks to art first, to see what he's going to say, when tashi asks if anything ever happened between the two of them

"what about my grandmother?"

"i hope she has a stroke."

art "i just don't want to be left out" donaldson

the way art laughs when patrick indirectly tells him that he and tashi fucked, and the way his face falls when patrick turns around

art tripping patrick on their way out of the cafeteria after the churro scene

speaking of the churro scene ... the churro scene

patrick pulling tashi's shirt up with his teeth

tashi's fingers in patrick's mouth

the whole scene of them having sex in the dorm room. god.

tashi "you're not a member of my fan club?" duncan

patrick wearing the 'i told ya' shirt when he runs into tashi in atlanta for the first time in years

"it was his grandmother's."

"how is she?"

"she died. stroke."

every bit of the sauna scene

but especially the way patrick looks at art throughout the whole thing. desperately.

not technically in the movie but that bit in the script during the pre-tire town final bedroom scene where art can't get hard and asks tashi to just hold him

the score!!!! so good so cunty so intense

the way that even when one of them isn't there, they're there.

i'm team throuple for life btw please do not separate them!!!

[tinytennisskirt]

JUST SAYING IF YOURE EVER LOOKING FOR PLAYER! TURNED LOVERBOY! PATRICK ZWEIG ITS RIGHT HERE FOR YOU

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IF YOU WANT A TINY BIT OF ANGST IN A HURT/COMFORT SITUATION WITH THE MAN HIMSELF YOU SHOULD FOR SURE READ

those three words by tinytennisskirt

IMPERFECT MAN IMPERFECT THOUGHTS, SOME KISSES, PATRICK IN LOVE???? LOVEEEE????

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[tinytennisskirt]

underrated tinytennisskirt fics you absolutely should read (if you haven't already) and why

The Card and The Heart

i know why this one flopped and maybe- one, it has to do with being the first fic I ever posted on here, and two, it's not 'x reader' it's written with pronouns like 'i' and 'my. it's self-insert, you have to imagine. i really like this one, it's long, it has a lot of backstory. It's Zweig Twin! Reader, so Patrick's twin sister who has liked Art since she was young. it has emotion, it's fun, there's a good storyline, and there's SMUT. yum. as well as a little bit of a full circle callback moment that makes you go 'oh my god'. i love it.

The Motions

this was a good fic but if you're not into the idea of having a child, then maybe I get why it wouldn't appeal. it's very domestic, very based in love and security and has some tasteful, meaningful smut scenes. scenes PLURAL. the fic is x reader w/Art and goes through early marriage, honeymoon, and pregnancy. he's a loving, supportive young husband and it's very cute. i think it's very cute. it goes through all of the motions and overall it is a very sweet, lovely little fic.

Fresh Laundry and Other Things

this one was sooo simple. slightly meetcute. instant chemistry and very sweet right off the bat. college era art and his time at the laundromat and a tennis playing reader who likes all the same things as him. he's smitten!!! sharing earbuds, are you kidding like that's so... i'm so genius for it. sharing WIRED earbuds. nervous flustered art my favourite baby.

Hall Pass

this Patrick Zweig fic is a little odd because it's x Art's GF! Reader. Pat is down bad for a girl Art snagged first but it's a party and they're drinking and reader cashes in her 'hall pass' with Art for some time with Patrick, who has been thinking about and waiting for this kind of thing for far too long. SMUT. smut. it's so good. it's diiiirty ;) it's like ethical cheating. she's got Art's permission.

Those Three Words <3

saying this is my third fave Patrick fic i've written is a little weird. it definitely comes after Sweetheart and Sweet Tooth, (ignoring how they are both sweet tf). It's based around Patrick Zweig who has BEEN a player for some time, fucking girls after going to clubs and bars and not ever committing. and ofc, along comes reader and for once things get taken slowly. he's got real feelings. and he is in it BAD for reader, wants her soooo bad and doesn't know what to do with that since he's so new to the real feelings thing. what i LOVE about this one is i love to write casual displays of affection and this has tons of that. it has a very real first kiss and a twist of angst when his three words aren't reciprocated. i'm very much obsessed with this fic. Player! Patrick to Loverboy! Patrick pipeline is sooo addictive to write. Please read this one if you haven't. Read again if you have.

last but not least, Vampire Art! Headcanons with a Plot

this baby is sooo niche and so silly. i loved writing it. it has vampy little art with feelings and sharp teeth he's so cute, he's so pretty n he wants you!!! i'm kind of weirdly obsessed with vampire boyfriend art donaldson like he lives in my brain. he looks a lil tired and he's pale, but he's still playing tennis. it's got all those little headcanons of being with him, but at the same time it's got the progression of time and feelings and some smut for sureeee, but not before him denying it to you over and over and over in fear that he'll hurt you. but that's all the fun!

mwah mwah mwah thank you all for being here <333