girl u have got to continue the bsf art for mike’s bday, maybe u ask him for help on a date or smt and he gets all pouty and convinces u to stay, and it happens too often so u confront him abt it and he breaks down and confesses. WE NEED MORE SUB ART 🙏 i beg
ty have fun 💗
this request truly speaks to my soul so ty for this.
a/n: might wait to post after i edit bc i want to do justice. also didn’t have time to make it nsfw so i’ll have to save that for another time bc i wanna do right by sub art <33
pining!bsf!art donaldson x reader
cw: confession, whiny art, reader dates men and is fem presenting, slight kissing, sfw
it was the same old, same old.
you have a date. you get nervous, because first dates make everyone nervous. you call art. you ask him to come over because he’s your friend, he’s a guy, and he always says to call when you need help. he comes over, starts acting weird, and doesn’t help. starts complaining until you cancel your date or ignore him and go.
tonight seems like one of those nights.
“art, if you’re not gonna be helpful, why come over?” you tug at your lashes with mascara in your mirror as your blond friend sulks on your bed.
he flips over, shoving his face in your pillow and wrinkling your just-made bed in the process. “because, you could be hanging out with me instead! i don’t understand the point of this anyway. you don’t even know if you like the guy, and you’re just wasting your night by meeting some rando when you could be seeing that new sci-fi, with me at the movies!” art whines, gripping onto your pillow like it’s the very thing that frustrates him.
you roll your eyes at his moping, not surprised at his typical attitude to your love life. finishing up your makeup with a lip gloss, you stand up to put your boots on, simultaneously ignoring him in the process.
“oh great! now you’re ignoring me already like i’m not even here. how could you leave me like this?? i’m your best friend! this guy is a stranger who probably won’t even ask you a single question about yourself all night.” he turns his head to watch you spray perfume on your pulse points, hoping to distract himself from the fact you’re getting pretty for a guy that’s not him. wearing earrings he bought you.
“sorry if I don’t want to die alone! it’s normal to date, and even if it goes terribly, at least i’ll know that I made an effort to find a guy worthwhile.” you walk over to drag his legs off the bed, sitting where they were and placing them back on your lap. at least he made the effort to take his shoes off, knowing you would hate them on your covers.
art takes the opportunity to face you fully, sitting up on your bed to be your level, as he offers a puppy pout. “you’ll never die alone! you have me for a reason.” you snort at that and he once again shoves down the slight ache that comes it. he grabs your hands with his own, unintentionally warming them as a means to whine more.
you only meet his glance with an unimpressed one that slowly morphs into an unreadable expression.
“why are you doing this?”
he drops his pout at your curious but genuine tone. he wants more than anything for you both to go back to laughing. anything to avoid answering your questions with truths that he feels too terrified to share. avoidance was a game art loved almost as much as tennis. he knew your friendship meant the world to him, so if sacrificing his feelings mean to keeping you close, he would allow himself to be silent forever.
he also knew you were smart. just as you were funny. and kind. and beautiful. and strong. and that keeping’s things from you was never his strong suit. avoiding came easy when it’s the only way out of lying to someone you love. until they figure it out.
art swallowed and tried to laugh it off, awkwardly. “doing what?”
the uneasiness that rolled of the boy wasn’t something to go unnoticed. “this? what you always do. what’s so wrong with me dating? you don’t do this when my girlfriends are in town?”
he wanted nothing more in that moment than for the ground the swallow him whole, taking his pride with him. this is it. he was going to tell you about his feelings and you would reject him and the friendship would be ruined.
“because i don’t want you to date other guys. i don’t want you to date anyone. i want you to myself. and i know it’s selfish and stupid and immature and you’re probably thinking i’m a pathetic loser that completely ruined our relationship but i hate lying to you and it’s been killing me and whenever we hang out all i can think about is how i wish you were mine and we’d be so good together and i need to shut up, i’m so sorry-“
you interrupt art by lifting his head and closing your hand over his mouth, needing him to stop avoiding your gaze.
“art, are you done now?” you tease him with a barely concealed smirk, watching as his wide-turned eyes dart everyone on your face. he nods slowly, unblinking.
you remove your hand from his lips, taking in the wild flush that covers his pale skin.“good. now why did you wait this long to ask me out when i’ve been dating douchebags for months?”
art laughs stiffly for a moment before his eyes widen once again cartoonishly, watching your grin grow and waiting not a second more before he pounces on you.
his lips are soft, eager, and everything yet nothing like how you imagined. maybe you knew deep down, all along that this was the right thing. art understands you in ways no other guy has come close to. and although you didn’t intend to end the night with your bestfriend’s tongue down your throat, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
