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Beautiful things
Pairing: Vincent van Gogh x reader
Summary: A walk with your favourite classmate turns into a confession.
Warnings: fluff that may rot your teeth
A/N: I know very well that oc fics are amazing, but we all need some reader inserts with this tiny dood. And I am here to satiate your hunger. Requests are open!
An artist hungry for revenge. What crimes will he commit?
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Vincent van Gogh. The man who owned your heart. No, not the original van Gogh, but rather his clone and coincidentally your classmate.
Your friends often asked you just why did you like him and you could offer them only a shocked stare, your eyebrows raising nearly to the top of your head.
How could you not like him?? You might sound cliche, but he just... he just wasn't like other guys. There was just something about the way he held himself, that awkward, shy appearance of his that made him look so adorable.
Or the way he concentrated while working on his masterpieces. His face might not tell much, but you could see the plethora of emotions swirling inside those blue wells you liked so much to get lost in.
Or the way he never rejected anyone's presence, even though he rarely talked to anyone who happened to be close to him.
And his smile...Oh, his smile.
It rarely showed and yet, when you were lucky enough to see it, you instantlu melted into a puddle and the only thing you could feel were the butterflies in your stomach. And you just wished you could be the reason of his smile.
After a long, long period of pining (that you later on found out was mutual) you finally mustered enough courage to tell him all this.
He probably wasn't expecting such a detailed confession and in the end you both ended up in tears, tears of love.
You loved to watch him paint, because it was his passion and he loved to capture you and your passion into one of his paintings.
As good as van Gogh's portraits were, you could not unsee his love for nature. If he could, he would spent all his free time outside, just...existing.
It was summer break now, perfect time for new couples to bond. So far you went on many amazing dates together, but last time you proposed that on the next date you two could just kick back and relax.
Your tiny boyfriend immediately perked up, saying that he knows the perfect spot. And how could you say no to those excited blue eyes of his?
One love text messages filled week later you found yourself waiting for Vincent near his house. He looked so handsome in his brown boots, straw hat and a brown messenger bag, you couldn't help but hug him tightly to your chest. Fortunately he didn't mind, feeling comfortable enough to snuggle up to your chest.
Vincent took your hand and sheepishly said "It's a bit of a walk, but you don't mind right?" You smiled and shook your head. How bad could a walk be?
"Vincent, when you said 'a walk', I didn't think it would mean a tour!" you said jokingly, huffing a laugh as sweat rolled down your forehead. Normally you wouldn't mind a 45 minute walk through nature, especially not with Vincent as your company, but the hot weather was killing you.
"I know, I know, but trust me, it'll be worth it once we get there! You'll see!" Stammered the young clone apologetically from few meters ahead of you.
Roughly ten minutes later Vincent jogged up to you, excited like a puppy "Alright, close your eyes (Y/N), and don't open them until I tell you." You did as he said and the next thing you feel is Vincent taking your hand and tugging you through the forest you were currently walking through.
"Van Gogh, I swear to God, if I fall because of you, you're a dead man, understand?" From in front of you you heard him say "Loud and clear!" and then he mumbled a warning about a root you were approaching.
It wasn't long before you could feel sun hitting your closed eyes and you couldn't help but scrunch up your face, to which Vincent giggled accompanied by that cute snort of his.
He let go of your arm and stood next to you as he said in a low voice "Alright, you can open them."
And the view sure was worth it, you had to give him that. You had no idea how the hell did Vincent find this place, but to find a place so pretty in this time was difficult.
Vincent led you to a lovely opening, a quiet meadow in the middle of woods, with a small pond a bit ahead of you.
"Wow, you truly outdone yourself van Gogh." you said in awe "How come you haven't painted this place? I'm sure it would look amazing." you turned to look at him. Vincent shrugged "Haven't had the time yet."
You nodded and wiped the sweat off your brow. Then you turned to look at the pond "How deep do you think it is?" Vincent turned to look with you and shrugged "Not much, it's more of a big puddle than anything."
But that was enough for you. Soon enough the two of you were sitting on the edge of the small pond or...really big puddle, as Vincent called it, your legs resting comfortably in the cool water. You guessed that there could be water up to your knees and loads of mud that could swallow you whole.
As you made yourself comfortable on the fluffy meadow grass, Vincent sat next to you and pulled a sketchbook out from the messenger bag he carried all the way here.
"You could've painted it today, y'know?" you told him, but he only shook his head "No, I want to concentrate on us today." he said as he started sketching the little piece of heaven. "And you'll remember how it looks here?" Vincent only nodded his head.
The atmosphere was peaceful, almost lulling you to sleep, the only sounds being the slight hum of the wind blowing through trees and the scratching of Vincent's pencil. It was....beautiful.
Suddenly a question came up in your mind. You turned to look at your beloved boyfriend "What do you think is beautiful Vincent?"
Vincent stopped sketching at looked at you in slight surprise, caught off guard by this particular question. He thought for a bit before responding "Well, nature is very beautiful. And all the moments I spend with you are beautiful. And...When those two combine like this...That's even more beautiful."
A stupid smile formed on your face, your cheeks heating and the urge to smother him in love becoming irresistible.
"Well what about you?" Vincent piped up.
"I also think nature is beautiful." you said slowly, Vincent nodding in agreement "Literature is also beautiful... But I guess the most beautiful thing in my world...is you."
Vincent whipped his head to look at you, his cheeks turning bright red "What, what do you mean? How?" he said meekly.
You smiled sweetly at him "Well, you yourself are so beautiful in so many ways, inside and outside. And when I'm with you, all those beautiful things that are sometimes so hard to see, are even better, just because of you." You started waving your hands in the air, showing him what you mean, not noticing the small tears welling up in his eyes "It's like there's all the beautiful stuff" you made a big circle in the air with your arms "and in the center, like kings in those medieval paintings, is you."
You barely had any time to properly breathe in, when Vincent laid down next to you, hugging you tightly and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, which quickly became wet with tears.
You slowly pulled your legs out of the pond, draping one of them over Vincent, one of your arms sneaking around him, the other tangling in his hair as you pressed soft kisses to the crown and top of his head and bandages, doing whatever you could to not shed tears yourself.
And as you held each other in the quiet piece of heaven, there was nowhere you'd rather be.
Heyyy!! I rlly love your account, could you do a clone high Van Gogh x reader?? I love the lil guy so much and cant find much content about him :(
could the reader be a closed off person who doesn’t let many people into their life or get close to them, I have a hard time letting down my walls so something about Vincent just approaching the reader and shyly starting a conversation and the reader rlly liking him and letting him into their life would be rlly nice
also if the reader could be an artist or writer that would be cool :) no problem if you don’t wanna do it!!
A thousand times yes!
Pairing: Vincent van Gogh x gn!reader
Warnings: use of they/them pronouns (putting this here just in case)
A/N: Ok, this was requested when requests were closed, but I kept it, just because I haven't written anything for Clone high in a long time, so consider yourself lucky :D Also this really reminds me of my Clone high oc, Art. So if you'd like to read about them, you can find the first two parts on my masterlist <3
(Y/N) - your name
(Y/S) - your surname
Another day, another lunch.
Another time spent by him starting at them from afar.
Others might say they weren't that interesting, but Vincent couldn't disagree more.
They met during one of his art classes. They came in to model and Vincent immediately felt drawn to them, despite not being sure why. It was everything about them that made him curious, something he wasn't used to. Especially with other people, since most of the time they made him wary more than anything.
But not them, no. Everything about them was peculiar, their pose, their expression, their eyes...oh god, their eyes. There was so much hidden emotion in them, it made Vincent feel like an explorer in front of a new adventure or a curious child standing in front of a dark forest.
After that fateful class, he found out he noticed them around more. Like in the school caffeteria for example. They always sat alone or with a small group of friends, but they always seemed reserved or didn't talk at all. Sometimes a very scary frown blossomed on their face at a sensitive question or a remark that hit too close to home.
And each lunch did Vincent sit just a tad closer to their usual table, but never quite gaining the courage to fully face his classmate.
But this day, he made up his mind. He was going to talk to them. No buts, no excuses. And so before he gave himself the chance to talk himself out of it yet again, he got up and marched straight to their table with a determined expression set on his stubbly face.
He stopped right next to them, his lunch in hand. They quietly raised their head and looked at him with an unsure expression "Can I help you?" they asked. Vincent's determination instantly dissapeared as he got out, not without struggle "Is this seat taken?" he more mumbled than said and they smirked "Sure thing."
Vincent awkwardly sat across them, both continuing to eat their lunch in quiet. While Vincent was beating himself up for not knowing what to say next, they took a bite out of their lunch and raised their head once again "I remember you." Vincent whipped his head up from his meal to look at them "Re-really?" he asked, shocked. They noticed him? When? Oh god, he hoped they hadn't noticed him staring at them.
His worries were soothed soon enough though, when they said "Yeah, you're van Gogh, right? I remember you from art class when I volunteered to pose that one time." Vincent blushed and shyly asked "How do you know my name?" they grinned "Dude, everyone was talking about you when you made that sick painting of Gandhi that one time!" they exclaimed and giggled. If Vincent wasn't blushing then, he sure was now.
"Yeah, can't stand the guy." he mumbled and looked to the side. They only shrugged "He's alright. He can be a douchebag sometimes though." they nodded. After that, they looked teasingly at Vincent "Any other questions?" Vincent kept looking away as he nodded his head "What's your name?" They were quite shocked, not expecting such kind of a question. But Vincent seemed innocent enough, so they figured telling him their name wouldn't hurt "(Y/N) (Y/S)."
At the sound of their name, Vincent perked up "(Y/S?) Like the writer (Y/S)?" they laughed softly at his enthusiasm "Yeah..."
After that day, Vincent kept meeting (Y/N) at lunch, eventually mustering up the courage to ask if they want his number, to which they agreed, much to his joy. They texted each other nearly every day, if they didn't have any exams to study for. After some time they started meeting outside of school too, making various trips to gain inspiration, (Y/N) for their writing, Vincent for his painting.
Just as Vincent's feelings for the writer blossomed, so did (Y/N)'s feelings for the short painter. He was sweet, kind and most importantly genuine. He respected their boundaries and so did they when it came to his. There was just so much mutual understanding in their friendship, they felt like they had known him forever and they only hoped he felt the same. But they were scared. They were hurt by their closest ones in the past, who's to say that won't happen with Vincent too? They knew what he did to Gandhi, even though the little jerk deserved it.
They felt scared and insecure. But they couldn't get Vincent out of their head. Even their writing was starting to center around him. Finally, they told themselves they had to put a stop to this madness.
So (Y/N) did the only thing they could think of. They approached the only person they could trust. This person earned their trust and it took a long time for (Y/N) to open up to them, and they still weren't at a point where they would trust that person with their life, but they were very close. Close enough they trusted them with their love troubles.
After hanging out with them for the afternoon, they agreed that you only live once and that they should go for it and not worry about the outcome.
So when in the evening (Y/N) came home, they sat at their desk and started writing away all their feelings. They meant for it to be a short note, but it turned out longer than expected, their whole heart poured onto the paper. (Y/N) sighed and with trembling hands they put the note, or should we say letter, into a envelope.
The next day they came to school early so that they could drop the note into Vincent's locker. Then they hid just behind the corner to see his reaction, curiousity eating away at them.
Finally, the man of the hour arrived. He unlocked his locker, when (Y/N)'s letter fell out. They watched as Vincent oh so carefuly opened the envelope and unfolded the letter within. They saw his eyes scan the paper once, twice, slowly welling up with tears as he did.
(Y/N) quietly tiptoed behind him and after he was done and only clutched the piece of paper to his chest, they coughed. Vincent whirled around, a big, toothy smile blooming on his face. Quickly he threw himself into their embrace, not caring if anyone saw, that great was his joy. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!!!" he cried into their chest. As the two now lovers embraced each other, a letter fell gracefully to the ground.
Dear Vincent,
There is something sitting heavy on my chest and has been for a while now. It seems my heart decided to let you in, although I tried to fight it many times. Your kindness, empathy and caring personality tore the doors to my soul open, only for you to waltz right in and make yourself at home. My mind is open to you, every secret I kept locked is now yours too. I only wish you let me share your heart, just like I am ready to share mine. It is you who holds the key to my heart now, your new forever home. Do you wish to enter?
Love,
(Y/N)
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