#patrick x art

[roryheartz]

enough of the art x patrick x reader propaganda i need pure artrick

[ihateeveryonehere]

TASHI WHY WOULD YOU RUIN MY PERFECT YAOI???? ART DID NOT DESERVE YOU HES SO SAD

[hisfavoriteweepingangel]

omg they suck i hate them /affectionate... i can just imagine patrick snapping out of insecurity and getting in art's face all "back off my girlfriend" even tho art's queer </3 but he gets overwhelmed when art matches him, getting in his face, and suddenly he can see every fleck of color in art's eyes, the sweat along his forehead, the pinkness of his lips and patrick huffs and turns away.

i seriously love the concept of them so much, like I just realized I went a little off script and I hope that's okay guys!!! I wanna do more with these two when I have the time. "stay away from my gf !!!" "bruh we literally cheer together??"

patrick is so ashamed.

it takes a second to hit him, but the feelings there nonetheless. suffocated by the weight of his own feelings he's almost frozen in place.

he shouldn't have shouted, and now he couldnt even hear the words flying out of the blondes mouth.

patrick is so quick to speak. says whatever he wants and hardly thinks beforehand, and he knows there are certain words he shouldn't say. not so boldly. not so carelessly. not without regret or punishment.

no one deserves to be spoken to the way he spoke to art. and sure, maybe it wasn't that serious. maybe it wasn't that harsh, but then again...

"Maybe she wouldn't feel the need to talk to me if you acted like you care about her. You're such a fucking dick Patrick, seriously."

art's kind of pretty when he's mad.pretty? yeah. that's the word he'd use.his cheeks sort of flush red. it's faint but noticeable.the sunlight catches, bouncing off his golden curls and brightening his eyes enough for patrick to catch that one is actually a slightly different color. it's not by much but... how did he never notice that before?

art's face is littered with freckles. they're so prominent due to the amount of time he spends outside for cheer.and his lips- oh God, his lips. they're nearly perfect. this soft shade of rose that nearly matches that of his cheeks, nose, and now the tips of his ears due to his growing frustration. he was too close. close enough for patrick to catch the faint scent of his cologne under the beaming sun and freshly cut grass.

"And all of a sudden you can't fucking speak." Art scoffs. He huffs heavily, his brows knitting together before his expression twists into something more resembling of disbelief.

patrick doesn't know what to make of the knot forming in his gut. or the light, airy feeling that's trying to combat that. it's not quite irritation. not entirely. maybe guilt? definitely. in part, at least. he opens his mouth to speak. maybe apologize, but he doesn't get the chance to.

"Get the fuck off my field Zweig. Your boys are packing up." He nods his head to the side, glancing at the handful of football players that decided they wanted to see a fight.and sure, maybe they'd see one. just not today.art doesn't lay a hand on patrick even though patrick had pushed him. the threat of a punch lingering briefly before he shut down.

patrick swallows, eventually. he blinks, and takes in a deep breath. he wasn't sure exactly when he stopped breathing or why his chest felt so tight or why he couldn't bring himself to look away.

but he's able to. disguising his readjustment as an agitated huff, the brunette rolls his eyes. his chest falls into place quickly as he fights not to shrink under the others cold gaze, his jaw tight and their faces mere inches apart.

this was nothing.

"you stay the fuck away from her. alright?"

seriously. nothing at all.

[poademeron]

where is there a serious lack of artick content im dying out here

[game-set-forgive-me]

challengers, 2024

𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜.

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎.

𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.

[freetheworms]

Your challengers fic... 😫 So yummy, I might have to eat it. But seriously like 😍 wdym that's your first one? It's so good. Tashi kicking Art out because he needs to figure out (admit) what he wants. Art finally admitting he wants Patrick. The end where Patrick's afraid that that was a one off and he'll never get to have Art again 😔 then Art's like actually you're going to meet my daughter idiot you're coming home with me 🥺 They're so 🫠 I love them

SPOILERS for my new challengers fic!

but AHHHH thank you so much, this is so sweet 🥹 i write a lot of fic in my head or just. never actually finish it if i do manage to start alfnsjfjs but when i say these tennis idiots possessed me body and soul, i am not joking!!! i HAD to finish this one, and im so glad you enjoyed it! hopefully i get more divine inspiration about them in future

thanks for coming all the way here to yell at me about it <3

[roryheartz]

can someone make an edit of art and patrick and it shows art at the “you’re sick and you’re married” and it shows them hugging at the “you’re holding me” part

[thedreamybluepixie]

Hot take but Art knows.

He knows that Patrick likes him, he chooses to ignore it.

He knows that Tashi might've cheated on him, chooses to ignore it.

Knows that Lily may not be his child, again, chooses to ignore it.

Don't take it as a "oh he doesn't care/he's easy to walk through or whatever that English saying is like"

He ignores it because it's a card up his sleeve. He keeps these cards close to him and only uses them until necessary.

His smirk after continuing to play the match? That man KNEW what he was doing.

The true mastermind behind them all - Art Donaldson