#tashi duncan fluff

[prttylilbunny]

dating tashi duncan hc's 💭

warnings: age gap (reader is in college, tashi is in her 30s), implied hyperfem!reader, fluff !

notes: sorry these are so short chat

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ so incredibly clingy, she loves having you close to her, she cannot express enough how much she loves it when you sit on her lap, she also loves when you lay your head on her chest so you can curl up against her

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ brings you to all the nicest places, she takes you wherever you wanna go, doesn't matter how expensive, she loves making you happy and seeing you smile

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ adores your laugh, she finds it so incredibly cute, sometimes while you giggle she just gently holds you face, like you could break at any moment

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ when you fight she's the first to apologize, she hates making you mad or cry so she's always the one who makes it up to you, it's usually small fights but since a lot of things hurt you she's the sweetest with you after, she'll buy you flowers and make you talk it out with her

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ she loves your style, she adores all the skirts and dresses you wear, she buys you all the fancy stuff:3 all the designer and cutesy shoes!!>_<

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ she's big on privacy, the public doesn't know much about you or you're relationship, occasionally she'll post anniversary posts on her story

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ helps you unwind when you're assignments get to you:( she'll massage you and make you tea, she holds you as you rant and maybe even cry from how overwhelmed you are

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ loves watching horror movies with you, she loves when you get scared and move closer to her to seek comfort, she wraps her arms around you and holds you close

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ loves showing you off to her friends, she brings you up in every conversation, 'yeah well my girlfriend said something similar . . .' and she just ends up rambling about you

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ at the end of the day she would do anything for u and adores you to the max>3<

[heartz4shauna]

being tashi’s controversially young lover >_<

warning: sexual implications

𝜗𝜚 is actually obsessed with you. she NEEDS to have your location at all times, other wise she’ll text you “where the fuck are you? i told you a million times before, you need to have your location on.”

𝜗𝜚 takes you to THE fanciest restaurants. you feel like you don’t fit in there but she always reassures you

𝜗𝜚 tells you not to post you both together on your socials, “you’ll get me in trouble.” she’ll explain. only makes you wanna post more though…

𝜗𝜚 you absolutely love watching her practice. she makes sure she grunts extra loud when she sees you 🫠🫠

𝜗𝜚 if either art or patrick were to say something about you to her, she’d be ready to fight. “what did you just say? keep her fucking name out of your mouth.”

𝜗𝜚 constantly buying you new fragrances. just so she can come up behind you and practically swallow you whole, “you smell so good, huh?” it gets you so flustered every time and she fucking loves it

𝜗𝜚 thinks it’s actually so hot when you wear her clothes. the I Told Ya shirt?? yeah it’s yours now

𝜗𝜚 she has a separate private insta for posting pictures of just you. you on dates, you at home, you in your most vulnerable moments.. the account only has a few followers. who are they? you, art and patrick of course

𝜗𝜚 hates the idea of sharing you. your hers and hers only apparently!

𝜗𝜚 basically your sugar mommy. she doesn’t mind spending her paycheck on you

𝜗𝜚 always has a stern look on her face when she looks at you but she’s actually just admiring your beauty

𝜗𝜚 prefers holding your waist over your hand

𝜗𝜚 keeps your relationship super lowkey of course. you two are very rarely seen in public together, the press thinks your just friends :P

[amymbona]

Soft launching a relationship with Tashi Duncan - social media au

(I couldn't find certain faceless pictures so whichever random girl u see, pretend it's y/n)

tashiduncan thank you @.stanfordtennis for the promo pics 🎾

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stanfordtennis we are glad to have you! 🙌

y/n.serves who's that sexy girl I see over there? ;)

➔ tashiduncan @.y/n.serves me??? 😇

artiedon these are good! :O when do I get my promo @.stanfordtennis?

➔ stanfordtennis @.artiedon you have to be the best

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y/n.serves just two girls playing some tennis! 😜

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tashiduncan i wonder who's the other girl

➔ y/n.serves @.tashiduncan and who's the first one 🤨

pzweig69 y'all getting too close

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y/n.serves hard preparations

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pzweig69 not the only thing that's hard

➔ artiedon @.pzweig69 what???

➔ y/n.serves @.pzweig69 i'm blocking u

tashiduncan couldn't u have put some filter on? :( i look silly

➔ y/n.serves @.tashiduncan shut up you're gorgeous 😡😡😡

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y/n.serves WE ACTUALLY WON GUYS!!! @.tashiduncan love u love u <3

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tashiduncan we're the best!!!

tashiduncan love u y/n!!!

artiedon good job girls :) did good and looked fab!

➔ y/n.serves @.artiedon <3

pzweig69 two tennis girls bouncing on it

➔ y/n.serves @.pzweig69 perv...

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pzweig69 we kicked their ass!!! @.artiedon ure short

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y/n.serves shut up

tashiduncan don't care didn't ask

pzweig69 @.y/n.serves @.tashiduncan u guys are so mean :(

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y/n.serves went to an art gallery and she started taking selfies with the paintings???

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tashiduncan now u can say i have a selfie with van gogh :D

➔ y/n.serves @.tashiduncan you're so stupid i love you [this comment was deleted]

➔ y/n.serves @.tashiduncan you're so stupid

artiedon the paintings are so pretty!

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tashiduncan we tried to match

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artiedon so cute! :3

pzweig69 gay

➔ tashiduncan @.pzweig69 i've reported this comment and your whole account

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y/n.serves quality time ❤️

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tashiduncan sleepover :)

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y/n.serves my gorgeous wife

y/n.serves oops

y/n.serves you look good 😁

➔ tashiduncan @.y/n.serves thank u baby <3

pzweig69 two girls playing with each other at a sleepover

➔ tashiduncan @.tashiduncan kill yourself

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[girliism]

been thinking a lot about braiding tashi’s hair :)) maybe before a game or just for fun, it doesn’t really matter when or why. she just wants you to do it for her

running your fingers through her hair to loosen up her curls a bit before tracking a comb through it. tashi always has you braid her hair before matches, it was like a pregame ritual for her. sitting on the floor in between your legs, music playing in the background, your hands taking the time to part her hair perfectly down the middle. slicking it back with gel and a hard brush and then on one side dividing it into three groups of hair. your experienced fingers slowly weaving the groups together into a tight braid before tying it off and repeating the action on the other side. if this was just for fun you would’ve added some ribbon or beads.

“all done.” your voice wakes up tashi from her light nap. she grabs a hand held mirror checking out your work. “perfect. thank you.” tashi stands, kissing your cheek then going to finish getting ready.

[maduncan]

⠀ა ⠀ ♱ ⠀　. tashi d. hc’s

little note: this is my first ever piece of writing! and also this is not proofread

( nsfw at the bottom )

safe for work :

• tashi has to be near you— no, she has to be touching you; whether that’s holding your thigh, holding your hand, hand around your waist. she can not stand being two feet away from you.

• she’s so possessive over you, like that dial is turned to the maximum. she is the only one for you, forever. whether you like it or not, your only ever gonna be known as ‘tashi’s girl’- people know that if they even think about flirting with you or asking you out tashi will always know about it. (and most likely give them a talking to no a beating)

• she’ll do anything for you, and yes anything. she will kill for you, she’d hurt people for you; she’s done it before, but did you know about it? no. she’d never let you know that, she thinks that if you knew you’d see her some sort of monster or weirdo. but god would she never even think about hurting you. she wouldn’t be able to lay a finger on you. she could put a finger in you though.

- you two barely ever disagree or argue— but when you do, it’s bad. she’ll be gaslighting you into thinking your the one who went wrong, but it was really her.

- (^continued^) but as soon as the argument ends and it hits her that she made you feel bad, or hurt you she’d be holding you in her arms and tell you how sorry she is and comfort you until she feels better about both you and her.

not safe for work :

( minors dni )

- she 100% is completely and shamelessly obsessed with marking you. the thought of everyone knowing your hers— even if they already know, it makes her even more cocky.

- best aftercare ever— she’ll be grabbing a towel almost immediately after, and after that she’ll be holding you, kissing your neck, and comforting you.

- lowkey she has a mommy kink, but she definitely loves degrading you. she’ll call you the most dehumanizing things ever, and of course you’ll eat that up— well she’s technically the one eating here.

- after a really hard and stressful day of either training or games or even both, she’ll have such sloppy but good sex. she’ll be mumbling sweet nothings that are so badly put together it’s adorable.

- if she gets really horny in public and she doesn’t want to take you to the bathroom or anywhere else because then they’ll know. she’ll just finger you under your skirt, starting slow and then after a minute or two fastening up the pace. she loves how your holding in so many noises and how your toes curl. oh how she just wants someone to notice but not say anything.

[tacobacoyeet]

ava!! pushing my indecision away and ready to indulge :)) this game is so cute, happy four hundred <33 you deserve all of it and more!!! so excited to see where you go from here!!

hm i’m going to go with sprout 🌱 for now (who knows maybe i’ll be back with something else soon too hehe). no gender preference and for fandom, challengers (since it brought us together). i’m awful at describing myself in words, so bear with me here…

i love listening to people, just hearing them talk about their lives and get to know them. i just find it so captivating to get to know people that way. i’m extroverted in that sense, and the fact that i have opinions on pretty much anything (which i will voice!!), although i’m quiet a lot of the time!! protecting my peace i suppose. i’ve always loved coming up with stories. figuring out some plot and playing it around in my head over and over again!! probably because i’m a big reader (love love loveeee contemporary fiction) and just because i’m chronically in my head. that helps a lot with my major to be honest, sociology. while i have no idea what i want to do with my life, i have this underlying sense or ambition that keeps pushing me. i think that itself will get me where i need to be.

diya, my angel, THANK YOU! <3 you are FANTASTIC at words in every format. also, love that you're a sociology major, that was one of my top picks before i decided on mine! i've always been fascinated with the subject. i had a hard time picking someone for you because i truly see you with any of the three, but...

i ship you with tashi duncan!

tashi is really, really smart. i truly believe that not only is she great at tennis, she's also very book smart.

which is why she gets along SO WELL with you.

you guys met in a shared class, probably, and she immediately took interest in you because you voiced an opinion in a lecture and she absolutely loved it.

she introduces herself, one thing leads to another... and then bam! that's your girl right there!

tashi holds her emotions in a lot, so she's always so grateful to have you.

you're never offering her unsolicited advice, you're always just able to listen, which she really appreciates.

and sometimes, she doesn't want to talk about what happened, so you distract her by telling her about the last book you read and everything about it.

you two probably both have sides of yourself that are only reserved for each other, which i love.

she's obsessed with your eyes. simply because you always keep eye contact when she's talking and it makes her feel like you actually care about what she has to say.

sometimes, if you can't think of a book to distract her with, you'll make up stories. silly little things, princess stories about you and her, your own little world of fairy tales. she loves it.

she's enamored by you. i just know it.

[ultralightpoe]

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"What makes you think I want someone to be in love with me?"

[Thank you for the gif @tennisarchives ]

Tashi Duncan

Art Donaldson

The Hex Hold [Halloween 2024]

Dumb And Poetic

Patrick Zweig

In The Deck [Halloween 2024]

[michellejonesgf]

snippet from an upcoming tashi duncan fic:

(stanford!tashi, tashi duncan x fem!reader, strangers to friends to .....?)

they have not seen each other in three weeks.

sure, there are unreturned glances across the courtyard from when tashi’s warming up for practice in the early mornings and the object of her affection is carrying a messenger bag and a hot drink cup (what did she prefer these days? it hurt tashi that she didn’t know the answer) in hand to head to study hall.

she probably planned out her study hours to make the most of the long trek. it’s what had caught tashi’s notice before they even really knew each other. the someone in the corner scribbling away in a tiny notebook after class was over. she was scheduling the rest of the evening to–

“oh, i was just scheduling the rest of the evening to stay on track to hand in the final by this week.” she said, stacking things and shoving them into a backpack.

“and here i was debating showing up to this class,” tashi offers.

a polite laugh. “why’d you show up then?”

i wanted to talk to you. “professor tor makes business analytics seem fun.” that and i really wanted to make you laugh.

“you don’t need to say that twice.” a polite smile. why are you so polite? “i actually need to head out, i’ll see you or maybe not see you next class?”

“hopefully.”

[ervotica]

you’re an angel, i’m a dog — a.donaldson

pairing; older!art donaldson x fem!reader

warnings; roughly written, badly edited, not beta’d (because when is it ever?), allusions to smut, implied age gap (reader is early 20s, art is early 30s), slight tashi x fem!reader if you squint, infidelity (but tashi is kinda cool with it), just some thoughts about older!art and his pretty girl

a/n; this concept has been eating at me for daysss so i had to write it at least roughly! should we make this a series? (maybe get patrick involved?🫢) let me know what you think! ART & CHALLENGERS (poly!art & patrick) REQUESTS ARE OPEN! any questions / conversation starters about this particular au are highly appreciated and encouraged!! please come to my inbox 📥 <3

older!art is fucking obsessed with you— you, who comes to every one of his matches, who sits next to his wife in those adorable little tennis skirts you sport just for him, who whoops and cheers from the stands whether he wins or loses.

you’re forbidden fruit. so, naturally, he adores you.

tashi knows, because of course she does. she never pries, never so much as spares you a second glance when he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck and huffs hot air against the shell of your ear. she doesn’t care — you’ve made art better at tennis.

his confidence has skyrocketed since having a pretty thing like you cheering him on, his biggest and most enthusiastic supporter. he plays better, he second guesses himself less, he’s more relaxed.

you’re what’s been missing. the last piece of the puzzle.

an obedient little thing, glued to his side, wagging like a dog at his every command.

he fucking loves it. loves having someone relying on him for love and validation. loves the way you preen under his fervent gaze and flutter your lashes at the slightest touch.

when tashi asks you to join art’s team officially, you almost keel over.

“look, i don’t care that he’s fucking you… or that he’s in love with you. he has a shot at the us open this year, and he needs you by his side to do it.” she says. you’re quick to agree, ever obedient and desperate to please.

“he’s in love with me?”

she scoffs. “you’ve seen the way he looks at you. he almost creams his pants every time you’re in the same room as him.” she tilts your chin upwards with a crooked finger, giving your cheek an affectionate - albeit condescending - pat.

“you two can have your fun— but he has to win this year.”

art’s perched against the doorframe when you turn, corded forearms crossed over his chest. you scrunch your nose, pushing back a smile that crinkles at your eyes despite your efforts.

fucking smitten.

tashi rolls her eyes, a half smile tugging at the corner of her lips, and she nudges you towards him.

“go on.”

he opens his arms in greeting and you’re quick to fall into them, your fingers knotting in the shorn hair at his nape. his chest expands beneath your own as he takes a long breath, and he presses his nose to your pulse point, shuddering.

“love you.” he murmurs into your skin.

“love you more.”

he could cry; he doesn’t remember the last time someone told him they loved him and meant it. you’re obsessed with him, almost as much as he is with you.

at his next match, you carry his rackets and send him off with a good luck kiss that has him breathless, grinning as you roll his wad of gum between your teeth that you sucked right from his waiting mouth.

he wins.

how could he not with his pretty girl watching?

and that night, he rewards you with a thorough fucking, whispered love confessions against your lips, and a breathy moan as he cums that you won’t be forgetting anytime soon.

so, yeah. maybe this life isn’t so bad, after all.

[stanart4clearskin]

art is the kind of guy to carry a picture of you in his wallet and you have a picture of him in your locket that you wear. his lock screen is his favorite photos of you (he has it on rotation so every time he turns on his phone it’s a new photo of you) and your lock screen is a photo of the two of you tashi took. you guys have a matching ring that’s just a silver band but on the inside it’s engraved with your initials and anniversary date. art writes your initials on his tennis racket so he can see it whenever he’s practicing or playing. you get his initials painted on your nails whenever you get them done so you can stare at the letters in awe. you both are sickly in love with each other to the point where patrick and tashi are begging you both to tone it down because it’s A LOT. neither of you guys listen to them and continue being #that one couple people hate because you guys just so perfect and in love!!

(also random but silly—art acts like he’s going off to war and he might not come back whenever he has an out of town tennis tournament. he’s on the verge of tears because he does not want to leave you)

[artssslut2]

This side by side.

[peachyparkerr]

to be so lonely | patrick zweig x female reader

or marrying patrick zweig out of convenience <3

tags: fluff, marriage, kissing, talks of having kids, best friends to more, no use of y/n, not proofread so sorry but not, soft patrick because ik that man just needs some love and josh o'connor is softie and i said so

˳༄꠶ a little self indulgent fic because challengers nation will never die.

you'd like to tell yourself that you'd find someone to marry when there was a right person to marry. you'd also like to tell yourself that you weren't in a rush and you were perfectly fine being single or dating casually til that came. but of course, that wasn't good enough for your parents who were just itching to get you married off. they just wanted you to be taken care of, and they were so insistent on introducing you to some of their friends' sons, "just a few" they said. you didn't have the heart to tell them no.

that's how you find yourself here. hiding out in your childhood bedroom after talking to the umpteenth "eligible" bachelor from yet another, you'd lost count, party thrown by your parents just for this reason. these "eligible" bachelors weren't exactly the type of husband you were looking for. they were all full of themselves, too caught up in their jobs or alcohol, or just looking for a wife for the sake of being able to say they had one. you were getting fed up, and didn't know how many more men you could stomach talking to before your parents ended up arranging a marriage for you. that's why you were hiding up here, sitting on your bed, trying to wait out the party. anything to get a moment to breathe.

your solitude didn't last long until your door was opening. you hadn't expected to be found, but before you could stumble out whatever excuse came first as to why you were up there, you were met by the sight of a familiar tall, dark haired man appearing in your room. your childhood best friend and next door neighbor flashes his signature grin at you, and suddenly you can't help but feel so relieved.

"if it isn't the guest of honor. shouldn't you be entertaining another private equity investor?" patrick says, sporting his familiar smirk back at you, closing the door behind him.

"that or drowning out the sound of their voice by downing champagne." you laugh.

"oh you mean to tell me you're not fawning over these idiots? i'm shocked." he laughs sarcastically before sitting next to you on your bed. you make room for him and he settles him arm around you. "at least your parents are trying to give you options, i'll be lucky if i meet my future wife before they walk down the aisle."

"as if you're not meeting tons of women when you're playing tennis." you point out, poking his side.

"none that i like, none that i want to marry, and none that my parents would approve of anyway." he huffs. "call me crazy, but ideally i don't want to be married off to someone who just wants my money or my parents money."

"i get it. i have no interest in being a trophy wife yet that seems like all these guys my parents are trying to marry me off to. something just for show. is true love really that dead?" you sigh.

"maybe we just haven't found the right people yet." he says as he leans his head back against the headboard looking at you, waiting to see what you're going to say next.

"at least that's what i'm telling myself. i'm practically an old maid already. it's not long before i'm going to die alone, with no one to love me."

he scoffs at that. "now you're just being dramatic. you're not going to die alone, you're a catch."

"sure i am. that's why i'm only being offered up to assholes." you roll your eyes at his statement. you're being a little self deprecating, but you've had a long night. many nights, just like this one, in fact.

"anyone would be lucky to have you." he says, his expression serious looking down at you.

"in theory, sure, but...and I'm only saying this to you because you're my best friend... i'm genuinely afraid that no one's going to want to ever be with me and that i'll never find someone that values me enough to treat me like i'm actually deserving of love." you admit sadly, looking away from him and at your hands in your lap.

he moves from next to you to in front of you and forces your chin up to look at him.

"you are the smartest, kindest, and most beautiful person i know. you are deserving of the best love there is to offer. whoever marries you is the luckiest person in the world, hell i'd even marry you." he laughs but something in patrick's eyes almost has you convinced that he means every thing he says.

"you're just saying you'd marry me to make me feel better." you contradict but you can't help but feel your face flush at the way he spoke about you.

"i'm not because everything i said is true, and I know if I called my mom right now and told her I was marrying you she would cry tears of joy if it meant she gets to have you as a daughter in law. and now that i think about it..." his expression turns serious as he considers his next words but then he smiles big and genuine, "we should get married. for real."

"patrick, your mom has been pushing for us to get married since we were twelve, don't go joking around like that." you think he's being crazy and messing around like he always does.

"it's not a joke." his tone is serious but he's smiling. "why shouldn't we get married? we know each other better than anyone else, our parents would stop trying to set us up with horrible people, you get a husband and i get a wife. we won't die alone because we'd have each other."

"you're ridiculous. you're asking me to marry you, you realize that right?" you're completely taken aback by this. he's your best friend, has been since you guys were five years old, and suddenly he's propositioning you to marry him.

"i know i'm ridiculous, but you would be too if you turn me down. come on," he pulls your legs over his lap and scoots closer to you on the bed, grabbing your hands, "marry me. it's the best option."

you search his eyes for any sign of a lie. there is none.

"you're serious? you want to get married just because it's convenient? what are people gonna say about our fake marriage?" you question but your heart is just about beating out of your chest.

"not just because it's convenient. you're everything to me, and if marrying you means that i get to spend telling my best friend that every single day and making her feel like she's the universe's greatest gift to earth for the rest of my life, because she is, then why not? who cares if it's fake? nobody has to know anything other than that reason as an explanation of why we're getting married." he makes air quotations around fake but he's speaking tenderly.

"you don't even have a ring." you point out matter of factly, but you're smiling, and he is too because he knows that he's got you right where he wants you.

"i can get you a ring by tomorrow afternoon. but i'm assuming that's a yes? you gonna let me make you my wife?" he teases leaning in close.

"okay. i'll marry you patrick zweig." you smile and he throws his head back in celebration before kissing the top of your head.

you guys laugh in disbelief in what you guys just agreed to, but spend the rest of the party hiding up in your room talking about how you're gonna tell your parents and what your guys' wedding is gonna look like.

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patrick keeps his word and shows up to your apartment with a ring the next day. you don't know how he managed to get the most beautiful ring you've ever seen in one day. you're in even more shock that it's exactly what you've always wanted. he slides it onto your finger with ease, and he's not surprised that it's a perfect fit. he thinks to himself that this ring he got for you looks right on your finger, like it's always belonged there. he intertwines your hands after, pressing a kiss to your knuckles wordlessly, before leading you to his car to take you to tell your guys' parents the news.

he doesn't leave your side the whole time, keeping a hand or an arm on you as if he can't be without touching you. your guys' parents cry tears of joy, like he said they would, and you play your part as the perfect fiancé with ease as they invite more and more people over to celebrate.

the parents don't hesitate to throw themselves into wedding planning and throw more parties in preparation. it's a lot really quick, but you don't seem to mind. he sees the way you light up looking through dumb magazines with your mom or how you smile when his dad breaks out pictures of patrick you'd never seen before. it makes patrick forget this is all technically fake.

patrick convinces you to move in with him shortly after. you try to protest, but he's already made the space for you.

"i can take over the guest room you know."

"no way. what kind of husband would i be if i made you take over that room? there's plenty of space here. besides, what will our parents think? we're supposed to be madly in love." he rolls his eyes as he insists, gesturing to the huge bed he has and the empty spots in his closet, but is trying to push down the thoughts of what it'll be like to have you close every night for what's supposed to be the rest of your lives.

"i'm just saying that as far as fake marriages go i wouldn't mind if you wanted me to sleep in the other room." you say with your hands on your hips, but sometimes saying out loud that it is a fake marriage, reminding you that it's not technically real, makes your stomach twist.

"but i want you here. i don't want you to sleep in the other room." he says with a pout, as if it's the most normal thing in the world. how could you say no now?

you don't put up a fight anymore, and he helps you put your stuff where it now belongs. when you go to sleep at night you both stick to your own sides. it stays that way for the first couple of months of living together, til one night you sleepily curl into him because you're cold and you can't sleep and he doesn't have thick enough blankets. he pulls you close because he runs warm, you fall asleep right away, with him falling asleep soon after. he's never slept better.

when you guys pick your wedding venue with both your moms there, he knows its the one from the way your eyes follow every detail and you hang onto every word of the tour. how you start to walk ahead of him and get excited. you finally turn to ask him what he thinks, but he's just about finished writing out the check for the deposit and handing it over to the person in charge. when he catches you looking at him, you smile and practically jump into his arms and kiss his cheek. he's never seen you so happy, and he's failing at fighting the way he's turning red.

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after that the wedding starts to get closer and theres barely any time alone with all the celebrations and meetings and planning. sure, you guys get a moment to breathe back at your now shared place but usually fall asleep as soon as you get home these days. luckily, there is one fleeting moment where you guys escape to your childhood room once again.

your sat in his lap facing him as he sits up against the headboard, just trying to enjoy peace and quiet. he likes having you close like this, even if its supposed to be fake. you don't question it because part of you wants to believe he's always been touchy and you're still best friends. best friends that happen to be getting married.

after some time you remember something and sit up straighter.

"i almost forgot, i have something for you." you say breaking the silence and reaching over to your bedside table.

"you have something for me?" he asks curiously, his hands finding your waist to steady you. he watches as you pull a small box out and hold it out to him.

"open it." you instruct with a smile.

he raises an eyebrow at you, but you usher him to open it, and he can't resist you so he reluctantly pulls his hands away from your hips to take the box and open it. when he does, inside are cufflinks. but instead of ordinary ones, they're engraved, with his initials and yours. he feels his heart clench in his chest.

"wow...these are really nice." he manages to breathe out. it's the most thoughtful gift he's ever gotten from anyone.

"i thought you could wear them on the day you know and whenever you have special tennis events? i know we have wedding bands and you got me an engagement ring but i wanted to get you something special. something just for you." you say a little shy. he's done so much for you, and you guys aren't really ones to talk about feelings, but this can say more than words can.

"i love them." he says. i love you. he thinks.

you smile and he smiles back and you think that you could just kiss him right then and there. but before you can even finish the thought and convince yourself that you're making the right choice by not acting on it, suddenly your mom is calling you from downstairs to come help her with something. you both groan, but he tells you to go anyways. when you're gone, his heart is still beating out of his chest.

that night at your shared place when you're getting into bed he's quiet. he's beating himself up inside about how much he's in love with you and he can't say because this whole thing about fake marriage was his idea but he's going to marry you anyway and pretend everything's fine and have to be okay with that. how he should be bothered by questions like when are you guys gonna get a bigger place or have kids because it's way too soon, but he wants those things with you. he wants someone thats the best parts of both of you and looks like the perfect little mini version.

but of course you notice he's quiet. he's usually more outspoken, cocky and cracking jokes.

"are you okay?" you ask tentatively from your side, turning to him.

"oh... fine. just tired. " he faces you and the way you look at him so concerned, so caring, has him burning up, especially with the way he's lying through his teeth.

you reach out to him when you see how flushed he is, and you put the back of your hand on him to feel him and he's burning up. he burns up more, and you can't tell if you are too.

"you're burning up...maybe you're getting sick?" you're so concerned and you don't know if he's actually sick or if its something you did.

"maybe...i'm fine, though, really." he lies again.

"do you want me to sleep in the other room?" you suggest, not because you want to though, because not sleeping next to him almost is worse than him possibly being sick, but because you don't want to make anything worse.

"no!" he says a little too quickly and sharp. but he tries to cover it up. "stay."

you just nod and pull him close. he lets you, and immediately buries his head in your neck and breathes in the scent of your freshly washed hair. he's supposed to be strong and not so clingy like this, but the way he holds you tightly and instead of pulling away you rub his back makes him feel so weak.

you don't know what's wrong, and you don't want to make it worse or ask, so you just stay like that.

"you're okay. i got you, pat." you speak soft and sweet in his ear. and he believes you because he'd believe anything you'd say.

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for the sake of tradition, you guys don't sleep in the same room the night of the rehearsal dinner/night before the wedding. and knowing this, you can't seem to keep hands off of each other the whole night. holding hands, his arm around your waist, your head resting on his shoulder. how are you guys are gonna kiss for the first time at the end of the aisle in front of all these people tomorrow and not lose your damn minds?

when parting ways for the night he hugs you tight, as if he's afraid he'll never see you again. he's also so nervous, not because he doesn't want to get married to you, but because how is he going to spend the rest of his life loving you and not tell you?

you hug him back just as tight, not wanting to admit you won't get any sleep without him next to you tonight.

"see you at our first look tomorrow." you say as you're about to part ways for the night.

"i can't wait to see your dress. do i get any hints on what it looks like?" he tries to joke to ease his aching heart.

"it's white." you joke back and laugh. he laughs too and you think it's the best sound in the whole world.

you guys reluctantly part ways, and as predicted, neither of you sleep a wink the whole night without each other.

tomorrow comes, and after he's all ready, he's shaking and fiddling with his cufflinks waiting for you to come out for the first look. and when he finally sees you walking towards him, he actually thinks his heart is going to explode.

you keep getting closer and your holding your breath but looking at nothing but him. and when you get closer his jaw actually goes slack.

"hi." you say softly and smile when his jaw is still dropped. you gently close it for him, and he melts a little

"hi. you look... wow... you're perfect." he manages to croak out, his voice suddenly stuck in his throat. you're always beautiful to him, but today, he swears he's seen an angel.

"i like your suit." you compliment and fix his bowtie for him hoping he can't see how your own hands are shaking. but he takes his hands and yours and looks at you for what feels like a long time until you realize he hasn't said anything. "what?"

"i love you." he blurts out. he barely realizes he's said it, but when he does his eyes widen and so do yours. he doesn't take it back tho. he just stares into your eyes and hopes you understand how much he really means it.

"you love me?" you whisper in disbelief. is this really happening?

"i love you. i'm in love with you." he confirms, trying to read your expression to see if you feel the same, if you're still going to go through with this wedding or if he's screwed it all up.

"i love you too. i'm in love with you too. " you admit quietly, feeling your mouth curve up into a smile.

he lets out a breath finally, and feels tears prick at his eyes and fall down his cheeks. you wipe them away.

"god, you have no idea how long i've wanted to say that." he rests his forehead against yours and pulls you close.

"great timing." you joke, putting your hands on his face. he laughs and you can feel his breath on your lips.

it feels like a weight has been lifted off both of your chests now that this is out in the open. suddenly you're both leaning in and your lips are inches away. he's cupping your jaw now, your eyes are locked on his. and when your guys' lips meet in a kiss for the first time in your entire lives, its soft and full of months of desire and unspoken feelings. it's reverent and its yours. he momentarily deepens the kiss, pulling you even closer if that's even possible, and you lose yourself in the passion before finally coming up for air. you're both grinning and out of breath but couldn't have asked for anything more.

and when you reach the end of the aisle a few short moments later, and he kisses you again, you both get to relish in the fact that this is real. that true love isn't dead and that the right person for them was right in front of them this entire time and will be for the rest of their lives.

i haven't written a fic in YEARS but i had a bad day today so #yea

art fanfic here!

[amymbona]

There is a severe lack of works about Tashi Duncan

[girliism]

playing with girlfriend tashi’s long princess hair. brushing it after the shower. braiding flowers into it. letting your fingers run through her soft strands while you guys are cuddled up together. helping her wrap it at night when she’s too lazy and can’t be bothered.

[maduncan]

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okay , so dealer!tashi fucking you with her gun. she’ll notice how you stare at her fingers as she twirls the gun in between her middle and index fingers, almost perfectly. so of course, after the last client leaves she’ll bend you over and fuck you with her gun. and surprisingly you’re not dripping wet. most likely because you were caught off guard, she just randomly went and grabbed you and bended you over and put her gun in your dry cunt. causing you to almost scream at the cold feeling, and every detail, every engraving will be rubbing against your inner gummy walls. oh and just in case you thought that she wouldn’t have the gun loaded, it’d be loaded, cocked back, and her index finger would be on the trigger. she’ll mumble things like “i should pull the trigger,” “dirty fucking slut getting fucked by a gun,” “what if i just killed you, you’ll officially be mine and only mine. forever and fucking ever,” “what if someone walks in and see you ass naked, ass propped up, and your tight, dripping, pretty little pussy getting drilled by a gun.” tashi will say the last one while she shakes her hand moving the gun around at an ungodly speed. your squirting as her hand moves to rub sloppy but perfect circles in your swollen clit, all while she’s shaking the pistol. “mm, you always do good for mommy huh?” she’ll say as she retreats the gun from your entrance, and replaces it with her tongue, licking up every drop and bit of your mess.

[tacobacoyeet]

whatever the shipping one is (emojis for aesthetics oo aa) so here are some fun facts about me

i taught myself to read russian and i can get by in french (mostly self study)

I did ballroom dance for about 7 years, but continue to do theater and choral stuff. I miss dance like crazy though

I also play bass guitar

People pleaser central most times but I can still advocate for myself

Im quite shy (like nonverbal) at first, but yap like crazy when im comfortable

I am a bigggggggg planner. Everything must be scheduled and free time is evil

you make me go oo aa talia.

i ship you with tashi duncan!

hear me out: no injury, tashi goes pro, you're her manager.

you're so good at keeping both yourself and her composed, making sure everything is in line for her.

she starts to realize just how attracted to how meticulous you are she is and how gracefully you do everything because she sees some of herself in you (and let's be real... i mean that both emotionally AND physically).

you were very 'spoke only when spoken to' when she first hired you but you started getting closer and more comfortable and somewhere along the way, you went from being just her manager to her favorite person to have deep conversations with at 2am... and then her girlfriend.

she loves how you'll work in 'us time' in her schedule most days. and it's not even just laying around and hanging out, it's like... actual shit. like you make her do stuff. she loves it.

she likes to sit in the bathroom while you shower so she can sing duets with you.

she'll never admit to being a romantic, but she'd be lying if she said her heart doesn't flutter whenever you compliment her in a different language. especially french. she thinks it's incredibly sexy.

and that same reason is why there's always music playing whenever you two are at home together or at a hotel or whatnot. dancing around the kitchen and shit like that. she will never admit how much she loves being with you.

and god, she loves your voice. singing, yes, but more than that, your speaking voice. she could listen to you talk all day. sometimes she pretends like she wasn't listening just so that you'll have to repeat things for her.

i just think talia and soft tashi go perfectly together. send tweet.