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to whom it may concern, i got very sick of this being a side blog very quickly, so now all my posts and asks will be over on my main blog, which I transformed to look exactly like this one!

the user is @advantage-artrick

i'm very glad i can interact with y'all now lol

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I completely understand you on the different top/bottom dom/sub Art things. Like:

sub bottom Art - he's just kind of Pathetic (<3) so it makes sense

power bottom Art - He's bottoming but he's actually the one in control very snakey, manipulative Art

sub top Art - Sure he's topping but the other person is the one in control he's just a nice guy (getting everything he wants) once again makes sense with snakey, manipulative

Dom top Art - That just feels like too much obvious power for him to have? Like I feel like Arts power is never that obvious. Dom top is too much straightforward, taking charge and taking what you want and that man could barely ask his wife for permission to retire be so fr

YESSSS honestly could not have said it better myself 🩷

CW: nsfw, like this is entirely about art's sexual preferences <3

thanks for your input, this is so beautifully thought out! XOXO

i feel like we saw quite a few different sides of art throughout the movie, and because of that it can be hard to tell which indicators of his bedroom role were genuine, and which were him manipulating tashi and patrick into giving him what he wanted.

i think early on, especially at stanford, he would've been a service top with girls, and if he and patrick had ever hooked up, he would've been more of a bratty bottom (because he still had a lot of life in him).

then after thirteen years of tashi being so dominant towards him and not having his best friend there to help maintain his spark, i feel like he just sank into being fully submissive regardless of the circumstances.

so it was like a natural transition from sub switch to sub bottom, which i just think is so fitting for him considering everything he went through in the in-between years.

i know a lot of people think him being so aggressive in the sauna means he could be a switch or even a top (and i guess he could be), but honestly i think it reads more as him resenting the fact that he's not even close to that anymore.

life was just so hard for him sometimes, and it didn't take long for him to figure out that it's easier to deal with training, and losing, and missing patrick, and tashi's disappointment if he just. . . lets go.

so that's what he does, in and out of the bedroom.

when he does get to be on top with tashi, i feel like he tries his best to enjoy it. i think he likes to go slow, laying fully on top of her, staying deep inside and just grinding his hips in little circles instead of thrusting like he's "supposed" to.

he always keeps going just like that until he comes way too quickly or tashi sighs and says, "you either fuck me right or you're going on your back again."

and as appealing as the thought of her riding him is, he doesn't ever want to let her down, so he whines out an apology and lifts his head from her chest so he can at least try to make his wife feel good. he pretty much always just wants to make her feel good.

maybe once or twice, tashi gets fed up with him being so passive and tells him to man up and take what he wants, and he tries, but he usually ends up crying, or he can't quite get hard enough, and tashi realizes he's still just doing what she told him to and she gives up yet again.

he just couldn't be mean to her if he tried. he loves and respects her too much, and as much as he hates to admit it, he could never really get off when he had to focus on being the one in charge, even back in school. he has to let go.

i think tashi for sure has a strap on, but i don't think she brings it out very often because it's always a bit of a hassle. i think she saves it for when art has trouble getting hard for her for a week or two straight.

that's when she decides enough is enough, and she fucks him as hard as she always wants him to fuck her (just like patrick used to fuck her).

and it works without fail every time. partially because her husband is a tragic closet case who still believes blowing his best friend is just "healthy experimentation," but more so because it's the most humiliating, submissive position he could possibly be in.

he's just so pathetic, which tashi loves to remind him of when he's got his face buried in the pillows and his unfairly perfect ass in the air. he's so pathetic when he's shooting off in just under three minutes, whining and sobbing and begging her not to stop until his poor, overstimulated cock is filling up again.

now, with patrick, i think art goes back and forth between power bottom and just pure bottom. i don't think there's a world in which having that much control over someone he once looked up to makes him feel comfortable, let alone aroused.

he's so pathetic, and if he's learned to use that to his advantage when he does something to piss tashi off again, well that's no one's business but his own.

but i do think that after new rochelle, he quickly learns that he can use sex to get whatever he wants from patrick. and in the process, he gets even more of what he wants, which is of course: sex with patrick.

like, if patrick is refusing to get out of bed and go on a run with him like tashi told them to, all art has to do is entice him with a blowjob beforehand and messy shower sex after to get him kicking the blankets onto the floor. works like a charm every time.

and of course, when he's tucked between patrick's legs, rutting helplessly into the mattress as he tries to fit all of him down his throat, he finds that it doesn't feel much like a bribe at all.

patrick is just always so good to him. he's sweeter than tashi is most of the time, especially in the way he speaks to him when they do things like that. and sometimes that makes it easier for art to have a little fun fighting back, but most of the time he just relaxes into it and focuses on being as good as he possibly can. he just loves making his partners feel good, even when he's totally only giving them head because he wants something.

so, yeah, art's a bottom through and through (and since patrick's there to give tashi what she's been missing, nobody's complaining anymore).

oh, and they do not end up going on that run.

so, do y'all agree or am i way off with this one?

again, i'm always open to input and/or requests, so if you liked this, i'd be happy to elaborate more! ✨️💕

and i just wanted to add that i am not saying patrick is a dom top to his core. truthfully, i see him as more of a switch, but i do like him topping more, so that's most of what i'll be writing! it's just better for art's pathetic little soul 🥰

XOXO

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[advantage-zweig]

The world desperately needs more Artrick abo (And by the world I mean me) Alpha Patrick & Omega Art ofc 🙂‍↕️

omg i knowww! like i get why it weirds so many people out but it's just such a classic, you know? 🥰

anyway, i feel like i'll probably be answering quite a few abo asks in my time with this blog (not that i'm complaining), so i'm probably gonna start small that way i've got plenty of room to expand.

CW: very brief mention of an unpleasant sexual encounter, explicit topics but no smut this time (still mdni please)!

thanks for the ask! XOXO 💕

in this universe, most of the people that art and patrick encounter are surprised when they find out the two aren't already mates.

they just seem so in tune with each other, and they don't hesitate to do a lot of the things that a typical alpha/omega pair is "supposed" to do in a relationship.

for one, patrick seems to think it's his job to fight off any alpha that makes art even the slightest bit uncomfortable. . . and also a lot of the ones that don't.

it's not that he doesn't trust art to be alone with them, he's just heard so many horror stories about alphas at parties who pretend to be nice and he doesn't want to see his best friend get hurt.

but art is so pretty, and a lot of these guys have been after him for years, meaning patrick has to step in a lot. a bit too much, really. and since word travels fast at the academy, people have started calling him art's "guard dog," or his "chaperone" and saying hurtful shit like, "i don't get why you care so much, zveig. he's not even yours."

and when art starts sneaking out of their dorm junior year to escape his "chaperone's" chronic cock-blocking, he's unpleasantly surprised to find out that patrick was right. . . about everything.

he shuffles back to his room after only a week of his rebellious streak with bruises on his hips and this alpha's degrading words still ringing in his ears, and he finds patrick wide awake and waiting for him when he opens the door.

patrick looks upset at first, but when he sees art standing there with tears in his eyes and mumbling, "he didn't take care of me like you do," patrick doesn't hesitate to open his arms and pull art down into bed with him for the night.

after that, he takes his role as art's protecter even more seriously, if that's even possible.

he does still let him hook up with betas and occasionally other omegas, when the mood strikes. but still, he has to approve them first, and he usually has full control over the little details like when and where it happens.

art doesn't complain anymore. truthfully, he's grown to appreciate how patrick's always looking out for him. art would let him decide what clothes he puts on every morning if pat ever wanted to. the protectiveness is obviously just something alphas do for their omega best friends.

and so is shoving old t-shirts in the bottom of their backpacks so they have something to bury their face in when they get moved to the academy heat rooms.

you know, just normal friend things.

honestly, i don't think they realized they were basically already dating until the hotel room with tashi.

i feel like she probably clocked them in two seconds flat, and everything she did past that point was to have a little fun pulling their heads out of their asses.

i might have to make a whole seperate post on what happened that night if y'all are interested, but by the state of art's neck the next morning when they made it to the finals match, i'm pretty sure you can already guess.

this was just a little taste of all the ideas i've got swirling around in my brain for abo artrick, so if you want more of them, please don't hesitate to ask!

XOXO 😊💖

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thinking about artrick at a party playing never have i ever. . .

cw: explicit topics and underage drinking (no smut but still preferably mdni)!

enjoy, pretty people! XOXO

he seems like he would've been pretty vocal about all his conquests, you know? like he's the kind of guy to hook up with girls at parties every weekend, keep a list of names in the back of his one notebook that he uses for every subject, and tell all his friends exactly who he's gonna go for next. he's always just been that guy.

so i think we can all agree that patrick likely had a bit of a. . . reputation back at the academy. let's say, as a manwhore, perhaps.

by the time they hit senior year, there probably wasn't a single soul in their graduating class who didn't know that patrick zweig was the only cocky asshole to ever have earned the attitude. he was good at tennis and he was good at sex, and as much as they may have wanted to, no one was ever able to prove that wrong.

which is why it came as no surprise to anyone present that when the school party group sat down with a full bottle of vodka to play 'never have i ever,' that patrick drank at least a quarter of it all by himself.

what did turn out to be a bit of a shock, though, was that his supposedly innocent roommate/sidekick was meeting him almost shot-for-shot.

art, who everyone assumed had been dragged to that party against his will, who was a straight a/b student, and who still opened the door for girls and helped old ladies cross the street, was getting absolutely hammered in the raunchiest drinking game they had literally ever played.

art, who had teachers and parents alike praying he'd be a good influence on his best friend, was taking shots after prompts like:

"never have i ever stolen a lighter from a convenience store,"

"never have i ever dropped acid,"

"never have i ever hit it raw,"

and, "never have i ever made a girl finish."

at first, everyone was laughing and cheering him on, excited that he wasn't as innocent as he looked. art was actually enjoying being the center of attention for once, and patrick was watching him with an expression that seemed oddly proud. they were having the most fun they'd ever had at a friday-night dorm party.

but still, despite all the encouragement, it was obvious that the whole circle expected him to tap out pretty soon. there was just no way he had actually done enough wild shit to keep up with the rest of them. unfortunately for their egos, they were very quickly proven wrong when he kept drinking as the game progressed into questions like:

"never have i ever eaten a girl out under the bleachers,"

"never have i ever gotten head in the locker room,"

"never have i ever had a threesome,"

and, what was apparently the most surprising of all, "never have i ever hooked up with someone in the academy pool."

"no way! there's no fucking way you did that," some guy named brandon finally said when art and patrick were the only two to drink for that one. "i thought patrick was, like, the only guy in player history to ever pull that off."

"well, I helped him out a little," patrick admitted, laughing at everyone's shocked expressions. "come on, guys. you assholes didn't really think i'd let my best friend graduate a virgin, did you?"

everyone in the circle just glanced around awkwardly, not making eye contact with either of them.

"you guys thought i was a virgin?" art asked, frowning while patrick tried not to start laughing like a madman next to him. "all of you?" he asked again when no one responded.

"huh."

poor art was way too shitfaced to even process how that revelation made him feel. he may have been a slut, but he was also still quite the lightweight.

"you just seem so. . . sweet," one girl pointed out, giggling nervously from the alcohol.

"he is sweet," patrick butted in, more sober than art but still hammered enough that his words were beginning to step on each other's tails. "he's a very gentle lover, and a lot of girls know it. they just don't talk about it much because he's too pure to be gossipped about the way girls talk about me. they all think they're, like, his first or something."

art nodded solemnly, remembering all the times he'd been called 'a natural,' in a sexual context. oh, if only they'd known.

"how are we just finding out about this now? is he, like, as bad as you are, pat?" another girl asked, looking art up and down with an unreadable expression.

"well, considering he's only fucked one of the girls in this circle, i'm gonna say no. speaking of which, hailey, you for sure thought you were his first, right?" patrick asked, grinning.

hailey looked like a deer caught in headlights, opening and closing her mouth like a fish until she conceded with a guilty, "yeah."

"and there you have it, ladies and gents. the donaldson charm," patrick cheered, ruffling art's hair excitedly. "i've been getting this kid laid for years. he's like my very own slutty apprentice."

truthfully, art wouldn't really need much help if he decided to go off and find himself a hookup partner on his own. but, there was no doubt that when patrick felt like taking control of his sex life, it got significantly more. . . fruitful.

sometimes art wondered why pat took getting him laid so seriously, but when they were side-by-side on his bed, jacking off together while he told him all about it and tried not to stare at his best friend's dick, he found that he didn't really care that much anymore.

anyway, patrick's joke got a laugh from the group, and it seemed like everyone was starting to warm up to the thought of art being some sort of sex ninja they'd never caught. and that's exactly when the teasing started.

"so what else have you done?" hailey asked him, her embarrassment subsiding.

"hold that thought," patrick interjected, standing up slowly to not lose his balance. "if we're gonna keep playing, i'm grabbing him a gatorade, 'cause i do not feel like carrying his ass back to our dorm."

as soon as art's shotglass was full of his favorite color gatorade, and patrick's was split fifty-fifty, that's when the prompts really started flying.

"never have i ever had sex while high."

they both drank.

"never have i ever had sex while getting high."

they both drank again.

"never have i ever. . . watched two people get it on from the corner."

they both drank again.

naturally, that meant they had watched each other with a girl on seperate nights, each pretending to be more into her than the boy beside the bed. thankfully, their partners seemed content enough with the level of interest they recieved.

"never have i ever. . . had someone put a finger up my ass during a blowjob," one guy suggested later in the game, sipping his shot idly since he hadn't taken one in a while.

art was getting tired, the attention and the alcohol making him feel pretty out of it. no amount of electrolytes could even begin to counteract how much vodka he'd already downed.

that's probably why he didn't even hesitate to take his "shot" as soon as he registered the question. patrick took his too, confident as ever, but he definitely got a few raised eyebrows for that one.

"i'll try anything once," he said with a shrug, pulling art closer to wrap an arm around his shoulders. "and apparently, art'll try anything four times."

art squirmed away, grumbling, "you're such an asshole," under his breath. it was nothing patrick hadn't heard a hundred times before.

"i don't know how i've been with so many girls who are into that," he said, hiding his blush with forced nonchalance.

patrick scoffed, staring at him in disbelief.

"dude, don't act like you weren't fucking begging for it," he teased, messing up his hair again. "i have watched you jerk off enough times to know-"

"you've what?" brandon asked, horrified.

"doesn't matter. the point is, those girls just wanna make you feel good, so they do it because you look like you'd be into it, and they're absolutely correct," patrick explained, gesturing loosely as if he were giving an important, drunken lecture.

"are you saying i look gay?" art asked, pouting as he slumped sideways onto patrick's shoulder. "that's not very nice."

patrick helped him sit up straight again, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"no, i'm saying you look like if you were gay, you'd be. . . a reciever."

"oh," art responded, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration. "is that worse? i feel like somehow that's worse."

"hey, man, as long as you're having fun-"

"moving on," another guy across the circle ordered, and the game continued.

eventually, the master did end up out-drinking the student, and when the group played three rounds in a row where patrick was the only one to take a shot,

("never have i ever been called daddy unironically,"

"never have i ever put it in all three holes in the same night,"

and, "never have i ever slept with a girl and her sister in the same week."),

they decided to play one more round before calling it quits for the night. the girl who's turn it was thought for a minute before settling on what she believed to be the perfect game finale.

"never have i ever had a 'no-homo' makeout sesh," she announced, smirking proudly.

most of the girls laughed excitedly before taking their shots. that wasn't really surprising since it was considered more of a fun, feminine boarding school pastime to them than anything even remotely gay.

however, the group did seem a bit taken aback by art and patrick also discreetly taking their shots amidst the excitement.

it didn't take a genius to know that if one person has made out with someone of the same gender before, and so has their best friend and roommate, that there's really only one thing that could've possibly happened.

"wait. . . seriously?" brandon asked them, looking more intrigued than disgusted, thankfully.

patrick shrugged again, taking one more non-gatorade-infused shot for good measure before standing up and helping art to his feet.

"art's a needy drunk," he replied in lieu of an explanation, and without further ado, they headed for the door.

the last thing the group heard from them before they were fully out of sight was art groaning uncomfortably and whining, "I gotta piss so bad, pat."

patrick snorted, wrapping his arm around art's waist so he wouldn't trip and bust his head open.

"i bet you do, you fuckin' whore."

so anyway, that's about it! i'd love to hear your thoughts, questions, concerns if you've got any. and if you want more of these two in this specific au, then my inbox is always open!

XOXO 💋✨️