🧬Clone High x Reader Oneshots🧬

🌻Paint and Sleep🌻

It was after school, later in the evening, and you were sitting on Van Gogh's bed. Humming to the soft music playing in the room, you doodled in your school notebook. The both of you had just finished on the math homework together, something you did frequently so you could hang out and be productive. Van Gogh was now working on an art project, and you were keeping him company.

You and Van Gogh had become friends in math class, often helping one another if one was having trouble. It started out as getting paired up to grade papers, but you each found comfort in the other's presence. Neither of you really had buddies in the class. Now, you guys were pretty close. Not best friends, but you could come to each other with issues and know you could have trust in them.

Vincent sighed and peered at you from the side of his canvas.

"[Y/N]?" He said. You stopped humming, and looked up from your doodles.

"Yeah?" You responded, tilting your head a bit.

"Could you, maybe, quiet down? I'm having trouble focusing on my work." He huffed. You rolled your eyes, chuckling.

"I don't think it's my humming that's making it hard to focus," You crumpled up a piece of paper from your notebook, tossing it at his head. He grunted, and gave you a playful glare. "I think it's because you barely get any sleep because all you do is paint."

"Yeah, yeah. You're starting to sound like my mom." He stuck his tongue out, and picked up the piece of paper, throwing it back at you.

"I'm serious, Vin. I know you think you know everything, but it's obvious your horrid sleep schedule is taking a toll on you. And you wonder why you've been feeling so bad lately." You frowned, and chucked the paper in the trash. Vincent sighed and shook his head.

"It's not my sleep, [Y/N]. You know that. Besides, once I get this piece in by the deadline, I can get a better schedule. You don't need to baby me." Vincent bit the inside of his cheek. He hated being told what to do, he knew was stubborn that way.

"I'm not trying to baby you, man. It's just, I don't know. I wanna help you in the little ways I can, I guess. But, you are right, I trust you to fix your schedule on your own time." You gave him a soft smile, and noticed a faint blush on his cheeks. "Could you do something for me, though?"

"Ugh, what?" He jokingly groan. You giggled at him.

"Go to bed early, just this once. If you want, I could check in with my parents and see if I could sleepover." You suggested. Vincent's blush was a little more noticeable now. He thought for a moment, then sighed.

"Fine, fine. You're lucky I like hanging out with you." He laughed.

You went downstairs to make a quick call to your mom, who thankfully agreed for you to stay the night. When you came back up, you both decided on what to have for dinner. It ended up with getting pizza delivered, seeing as you both were feeling too lazy to actually cook.

After eating, and chatting for a couple more hours, you found yourself getting tired. You started making yourself a spot on the floor, Van Gogh noticing from the corner of his eye.

"You could sleep on the bed, you know. I can take the floor." He proposed.

"Psssh, dude, I'm not taking over your bed. I'm fine down here." You said, continuing to place pillows and blankets.

"You'll be uncomfortable. Just, uh. We'll share the bed. Neither of us will have to sleep on the floor."

"Ugh, fine. Always gotta be worrying and stuff." You stuck your tongue out at him.

"Hey! I could have you sleep outside!" Vincent teased.

"Yeah right." You snickered. You headed to the bathroom, and put on the clothes you had packed in your bag for tomorrow's gym class. Oh well, not like you're going to dirty them. Once finished, you hopped into Van Gogh's bed. Vincent was still painting.

"Vin. Dude. Bedtime."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Just five more minutes." He replied as he was carefully and slowly placing strokes on his piece. You got up again, going over to his spot in the corner, and grabbed his paint brush as he took a moment from painting. "Wha- HEY! Give it back!" He whined, reaching for it as you held it high.

"No, go to bed! You can work in class on it tomorrow. Right now, you need sleep." You put your foot down, and he reluctantly complied. He put his supplies away, and got into some sleeping clothes.

You hopped onto the bed once more, patting the spot next to you. Vincent joined, and you both laid there in the dark. It wasn't long until you felt Vincent shivering a bit.

"You good, dude?" You questioned.

"Yeah, just cold, I guess. Stupid scrawny body can't keep in heat well." He awkwardly chuckled.

"Oh. Here." You wrapped your arms around his waist, drawing him closer to you. He immediately stopped shivering. "Better?"

"Mhm." His voice hummed a bit. You could feel your face heat up.

"Good." You cleared your throat. "Night, Vincent."

"Goodnight, [Y/N]."

And you both drifted off to sleep, cozy and happy together.

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A/N: Van Gogh x Reader requested by @aisukuri0 and @Blobfish66 ! Hope you enjoyed it! I struggled a bit coming up with a concept, but decided a casual hangout would be best fitting haha. Also, I apologize if he seems out of character, I know a lot of people view him as super shy. That's cool! I just like the idea of him being a bit playfully snooty with friends, and wanted to reflect that in the fic. :]