@impalasstuff69 Thanks again for encouraging me to post♥️
This is my first fic for any fandom, so I'm happy to finally write something! Especially for Pete/Art as there's literally nothing in this fandom for them as a ship! Hope you enjoy!
This was meant for Day 4: Tension but a day late isn't wrong
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Hair Food
For The Soul
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Today was quiet, which unsettled Pete as he glanced at his phone. No texts or calls, not even from the shared group chat, which was definitely odd. He isn't surprised as everyone was occupied with cramming for finals but it still set him on edge. Especially the one person he'd been avoiding.
He continued glancing at his empty notifications as he thought of the the past few weeks. A blur of shifts, classes that moved at a snails pace and endless projects that seemed never ending. In the midst, he managed basic needs of eating and sleeping but has neglected others. Such as his hair. It wasn't his fault, sometimes after a day on the move, he lacked the energy to do his routine. A small thought in an endless cloud of responsibilities.
He started wearing hats to cover his hair, thankfully he had an abundance of them to wear. Most of them made by the partner he's been avoiding. He sighed as he gently scratched the back of his head, the yarn from the knitted cap acting as a barrier that blocked him from scratching the itch he had.
No one thankfully noticed, instead the complimented his headware. Mainly from Ray who wouldn't have known any better. Even as the others didn't question, the odd stare from Hank and pestering from Art caused him to avoid the group all together.
Weeks of texts, calls, pretending to be out of the dorm if his partner knocked on the door. He wondered how much longer he'd keep this up. Would Art breakup with him? He looked once again, only to see a notification. Tapping on his screen, he saw a message from Hank.
May 8th 5:20pm
Hank: Dropping off dinner, be there soon :)
Pete's eyebrows furrowed but he appreciated the action. Considering his meal swipes ran out a few days ago,he's been eating whatever was in his dorm. He began cleaning the mess left over in his dorm, any stray clothes or trash he had laying around. Even straightening the desk he barely used as he preferred doing working on his bed.
After tossing the last bit of trash, there was a soft knocking at his door. Grabbing a random beanie from the pile, he placed it on before opening the door. Nearly instantly shutting it but the person wedged his foot in the door. The one person he didn't want to see, Art. Instead of panicking, Pete simply smiled at Art. Hoping to defuse the stern expression his boyfriend held.
"Art,great to see you! How ya been?"
Art kept his expression firm. Fingers drumming against the door, as if waiting for another empty excuse. Pete's posture slightly deflates, but his smile remained. "Come on man, nothing to say?" He chuckled nervously as Art continued staring at him. The man's eyes drifted to the duffelbag his partner carried.
"Art, I-"
Pete tries to walk past Art but instead he's nudged back into the dorm room. Art closing the door, walking to the desk and placing the bag ontop of it. Pete fiddled with his sweatshirt as he watched Art begin to unpack various supplies. Combs of various sizes, softees hair grease, detangler.
The room thick with tension as Art flips the desk chair around, facing it towards the dorm dresser. He then goes to grab a pillow from Pete's bed, plopping it infront of the chair. He sits in the chair himself before looking to Pete once again, wide toothed comb in hand as he uses it point to the laptop on Pete's bed.
"Find somethin to watch" Art finally speaks, his tone stern as he brandished the comb.
"Darlin-" Pete's interrupted by Art scoffing at the pet name "Don't wanna hear it. Pick and sit. I already said it twice"
Pete reluctantly grabs his laptop, ignoring the eyes of his love as he pulls up Netflix. Deciding to pick A Different World for their entertainment as he placed the laptop top of the short dresser as the theme song plays
I know my parents loved me
stand by me come what may,
I know I'm ready,
For I finally heard them say-
It's a different world
Pete finally sat down, the pillow making the floor comfortable as he sat between Arts legs. He could see Arts face but he heard the plastic of the comb as it was placed down, the sound of a jar being opened and then soft hands touching his scalp.
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As Dwayne scolded Whitley on screen, Art continued detangling Pete's hair. Even in his frustration, Art still mumbled quiet apologies to his partner if he combed a rough spot. Gently rubbing Pete's neck, feeling how tense the muscles were. He wanted to talk to Pete but remained patient. As he finished another section, he looked to the laptop that sat on the floor
"What episode are we on?" Art asked, breaking their silence as he added more detangler to Pete's curls. Pete shrugs and checks his computer "Just started season 5? Your favorite" Even if he can't see it, Art can hear the smirk in Pete's voice.
"Don't start"
"Whatchu mean? I'm just sayin-"
"You know how I feel about it"
Some of the tension melted from the room as they continued their banter. It was one of their favorite shows to binge together. Even if they've rewatched it more times than they could count. It was a comfort that managed to put them both at ease.
"Something about Whitleys development makes later seasons worth watchin. You know?" Pete remarked, resting his head on Arts knee. Enjoying the contact he's been depriving himself for weeks.
"Its just hard seeing how she was" Art sits back as he finishes detangling Pete's hair. His hand resting on Pete's shoulder. " Shower, ya smell musty"
Pete stands to stretch, "Natural musk darlin. Pretty attractive feature if you ask me" He shot a smile at Art, who in turn rolled his eyes. "Uh huh, natural." he began setting up for when Pete returned, pulling out his blow dryer as well. The navy blue gadget was a familiar sight to Pete, as he was the one who gifted it to Art after his previous had broke. "Don't think I forgot Peter, we still talkin once you get back"
The emphasis on his name sent a chill down Pete's spine,"Yeah, got it" he gathered his bathing tote, slipped his shower shoes and spared a last glance to Art before shutting the door.Thankfully the bathrooms were only a few doors down, so he wouldn't run into anyone. He opened the door to the rows of communal showers, the scent of rust and disinfectant filling his nose as he entered. Picking the furthest stall from the entrance, he placed his tote on the small shelf.
With a quick twist of the shower knob, he stepped back as the head came to life. The pipes creaked and groaned as it spewed out brown water, that eventually turned clear. "The amount of money I spend to go here" he mumbled, removing his clothes and finally stepped into the shower. Allowing the warm water to run over his skin before he began washing himself and hair. Letting his thoughts wonder as he prepared for the conversation him and his partner were going to have once he returned.
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He didn't know how much time had passed as he rinsed the conditioner from his hair and turned off the shower. Squeezing the remaining water from his curls, Pete grabbed towels to wrap around himself and his hair. Once he settled, he made his way back to the dorm. Feeling better about the conversation that would be happening, however he came back to the dorm being empty. But the bag that carried Arts supplies still remained, so Pete relaxed. Going about putting on lotion and getting dressed as he waited for Arts return.
He opts for a simple pair of sweat pants and grey tank top, as he barely had any clean clothes left. Making a mental note to do laundry at some point. As he lotioned his arms, he hears see the door open. In walk a more relaxed Art, followed by Hank, whose carrying a large bag of food. "Well look who finally emerged from their cave, looking good McVries" Hank said, placing the bag of food down.
"I thought you were bringing that three hours ago" Pete says as he takes his place on the floor pillow.
"Needed an excuse for you to open the door. You can't dodge Art forever, " Hank looks down to Pete."Just know there's nothing to be ashamed of, happens best of us. ", he gently squeezes Pete's shoulder, "I went through it with Clem a few years ago." Hank gives Art a nod as he exits the dorm, leaving Pete and Art alone once again.
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They reminded in silence as Art blowed dryed and began adding cornrows to Pete's head. The tension thick enough to cut with a knife as neither of them were ready to talk. "I didn't like that Pete" Art said, finally breaking the tension between them " I didn't like how you handled this" He said finishing a braid, moving to the lasy. "It can be hard to keep up with your hair but this? Letting it get that bad? It's ridiculous"
Pete couldn't think of what to say as Art scolded him, he prepared for this but it doesn't it hurts any less.
"Im not shaming you, as Hank said, it happens to the best of us. But I wish you let me help earlier instead of ducking me like you owed me money" Pete snorted in response to Arts words, turning to look up to him, "I owe a couple of things, don't I?" Art sighed as he looked into Pete's eyes, he couldn't help but lean down and kiss him. Gently resting his hand on the back of Pete's neck.
They eventually parted, a sigh leaving Art's lips as if he wasn't ready to stop. “Just say something next time. We can make it a wash day, so it doesn't get to this point.” Pete simply nodded in response, taking Art's hand and interlocking their fingers. “Sounds like a plan”
Absolutely amazing, 10/10 will read over and over again. Everyone check this out on here and Ao3!









