so like!! art x clingy!reader… I feel like he’d act annoyed with you but the minute patrick says something a lil bit mean about how clingy you are art is SO QUICK to defend you <33
this so late, and i’m so sorry…. but i totally think art would act a little standoffish in front of his friends n stuff w you because he doesn’t wanna seem like soft (like he so is..) but when you guys are alone it’s a whole diff story <3 he is a silly little lover boy & patrick is a dick <3 !! #lovethem
🏓 you’re a shy girl, always have been. you're always hiding behind art like he's a wall, your finger wrapped around his pinky. your doe eyes always traveling around the room and taking in your space.
patrick thinks its fuckin' hilarious, and he's everywhere with you guys.
you three are at a college party. one of art's tennis friends had thrown it in his frat house. you haven't left art's side since you guys got here, not really finding the courage too. art's talking to one of his friends; he's got a drink in his hand, his other hand is holding onto yours loosely. and patrick's standing behind you like you're his wall. he's doing it to be amusing, he can smell your purfume like this. jasmine.
you sip softly at your drink in your free hand, you can feel patrick's eyes on you. your gaze flickers over to his, you look up at him through your lashes. "you're quiet tonight," you mumble to him. it isn't very loud and the room is. he raises a brow down at you and bends at his waist a little to get closer to you. you huff, "you're quiet."
patrick hums, smiles, smirks, whatever. "don't gotta do any talkin', art's doin' it all tonight." you hum as your eyes flicker away from patrick. your gaze moves around the room once more, except this time you perk up a little. some of the girls in one of your classes are here, they wave you over.
you don't even look towards pat, you just gently pass him your drink. he takes it without a word, even takes a sip. gross. your hand slips out of art's and you move deeper into the room like a small fox. you don't bump into anyone and you pratically disappear between bodies. patrick still can see the top of your head as you reach the girls. they giggle, you beam, they hug you, you hug back. you're probably flushed now. cute. your shoulders drop from your ears.
art's eyes are on patrick now. he's a little shock to find you gone. your lack of touch in his palm had ended his conversation. "where'd she run off too?"
patrick says nothing. he nudges his chin towards your direction as he drinks from your drink. art's light eyes find your form, "surprise she ran off in such a hurry."
pat snickers, nudges his best friend with his shoulder. "aw, you sad? you had a clinger, now she's gone and you're freakin' out. tough."
art glares at his best friend, he hits at pat's ribs with the back of his palm. patrick groans a little. "don't be a dick. she's great. she's perfect."
yeah, patrick knows.
both boys watch you come out of your shell. you eventually turn around, wide grin on your face as you wave towards the both of them. they both wave back at you in unison. art's smiling, pat snickers.
you're endearing, no doubt.