#tashi duncan headcannon

[yeahtimesten]

disaster date w/ tashi duncan

you and tashi started off the year as total strangers, sitting next to each other during lecture by coincidence, because neither of you knew other people taking this class. but her taking a chance and grabbing the seat next to you proved worth it. every group discussion was the perfect blend of intellectual and humorous, the both of you making each other laugh about what you two were studying. the dynamic was so good, you were eager to take it outside the classroom.

and that’s why you found yourself sitting across from tashi at a swanky little sushi spot in the city off campus.

no, you weren’t sure if this was a date. yes, you asked her out. you felt maybe it was implied when you asked her to join you at dinner with a movie afterword. but the word ‘date’ actually never left your mouth. and you totally skirted around that word on purpose, unsure if she even liked women like that. and you were equally unsure if she had picked up on the fact that you did.

earlier in the night, you had picked her up at her dorm, and you were totally in shock at how she looked. clearly, she was beautiful, naturally and effortlessly. but the effort she put in for you tonight was enough to make your heart wrench and ache. her hair was slicked back into a long low ponytail, with her curls and waves on display. she wore a black off the shoulder long sleeve that showcased her sexy shoulders and collarbones. and navy blue jeans that hugged her ass in such an excruciating way. yeah, you were smitten.

you let her be on aux on the way into the city, and her choice in music had you both singing along. check on it by beyoncé, from her brand new album, played. you had listened to the song plenty of times since its release, but still managed to fuck up the lyrics of the fast part.

“girl, maybe we should just leave it to beyoncé,” she had said, and your cheeks were rosy in embarrassment. she felt bad and grabbed your shoulder. “i’m just kidding.” a beat of silence hung over you two, and at first she was actually nervous she hurt your feelings. until you burst out singing again, making her laugh as she joined along.

you arrived just in time for your reservation, but they stuck you at this tiny side table, and were too busy to accommodate for anything with a tiny bit more surface space. so your table was overloaded with cups, long sashimi and sushi roll plates, condiments, and sides of rice. you loved that she ordered food at restaurants just like you did. she told you to pick a dish and she’d pick a dish and you could both split and share, which is something you had proposed on other dates before and was refused.

with chopsticks, she reached over the island of dishes and plucked a piece of sliced yellowtail on top of a bed of rice, but upon pulling her arm back, her elbow knocked over her glass of water, promptly spilling it all over the table and herself. shocked, she just sat there as it spilled over, wincing, before her face released into a look of annoyance. you were stifling back laughter, and you could tell she was too. you reached over to pick up her glass, and she began to wipe up her spill with a napkin. you made the same mistake that she did however, as you lowered your arms back down to your own body, your elbow hit the handle of a spoon perfectly, catapulting rice across the aisle, leaving a trail of food that reached all the way to the next table over. tashi couldn’t hold back her laughter no matter how hard she tried, sending you into a fit that elicited snorts, which only caused her to laugh even harder.

“holy fuck, we’ve made a mess,” you state the obvious.

“they are gonna kick our asses out if we don’t get it together,” tashi jokes with you. and in this moment, her smile is dazzling. you could be so embarrassed right now, and maybe you were a little bit, but tashi made you feel so comfortable and at ease with just the way her eyes met yours.

you finished your meals and apologized profusely for the mess. you payed for the bill and you both shelled out a fat tip for the poor server who’d be cleaning up after you. as you walked down the busy downtown street of the city, your both bumping hips with each other, possibly due to feeling the cocktails you both had at dinner a bit. tashi spotted those electric scooters resting on a street corner, and her eyes lit up as she walked towards them.

“have you ever ridden one of these,” she asks you. she looks about tempted to get on one.

“yes i have,” you admit. “and i do not suggest we do tonight, especially in your heels.” and she knows your right.

“we should come back some time and try them out,” she suggests, as she walks back to your side.

“maybe, but i’m sort of traumatized from the first time i did,” you laughed, and she gave you a puzzled look. you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your gallery, and handed her the device once you found it.

she grabbed your phone and immediately cringed at the image before her. she was looking at a photo of your thigh, all scraped up and bleeding. she studies it for a long time, and your cheeks start to flush because you realize a good chunk of your ass (in some cute panties at least) is showcased in the photo. she’s still looking at the photo mortified while you tell her about your drunken night out on the town when you and your friends decided to scooter around. you had mishandled a sharp turn and tumbled off, leading to a gnarly injury of road rash over a decent amount of your body.

“i have this crazy scar still there too, even though this happened like six months ago,” you told her.

“you’re going to have to show me that sometime, that’s crazy,” she says, glancing down at your legs. and as you step in front of her to navigate the busy walkway, you can feel her eyes still staring at your lower half, definitely checking out your ass to see if it compared to what was photographed.

the question of whether this was a date or not still remained as you two reached the theater. she insisted on not only paying for your tickets, but also for the popcorn, soda, and candy you both ordered too. was she just trying to be a good friend and pay you back, or did she want to treat you too?

the movie was proving to be a horrible choice. that was apparent maybe 20 minutes into the film. it was a late showing and despite it being the weekend, the theater wasn’t packed to the brim, just couples and small groups of people scattered evenly amongst the seats. except for the couple who decided to sit right in front of you two, despite having ample seating choices anywhere else. you wanted to feel bad for them, as you and tashi had been chatting and giggling and making fun of the acting in the movie the whole time, but they brought it upon themselves when they chose to sit directly in front of you two.

in the lull of silence between you two (that the people in front of you had been praying for), you decided rest your head on her shoulder. it was… a move, yes. that you overthought the whole time leading up to actually making it. you were terrified of creeping her out and making her uncomfortable by making a sudden move, but also extremely nervous that maybe she didn’t see this as a date at all, and just a hangout between two good friends, and that you making this physical connection with her was just you being an affectionate friend. but, she leaned her head on top of yours, and you melted a bit in your seat.

you sat like this for a while, until she went to readjust. as she pulled her head away, your hair locked into her hoop earring, pulling you along with her. you yelped and panicked, as she whispered apologies to you, and you to her. as you both desperately try to untangle your hair from her jewelry, you’re both laughing, a bit louder than the giggles from earlier in the showing. the couple in front of you finally turn your way, giving these terribly annoyed expressions, displaying some faux-intimidation hoping you two would quiet down. but that only sent you two spitting, attempting to hold back more laughter, unable to take them seriously.

as you both left the theater, you spotted the couple in the lobby talking to guest services, with stern looks on their faces as they demanded refunds on their tickets due to the excessive disturbance caused by you too. you’re both making fun of them, imitating their crazy faces as you exit the building. as you’re both laughing, tashi’s heel gets caught in the crease of the sidewalk, causing her to trip, but luckily you too were walking so cuddled up together you were able to catch her before she fell flat on her face.

“damn, i said you shouldn’t ride the scooter while wearing those shoes, i didn’t know they’d inhibit your walking as well,” you tease. she playfully slaps your shoulder and you two make the trek back to your car.

the city streets were quiet now, with only a few drunk college students hanging around outside the clubs they just got kicked out of, the only other sound on the streets were coming from the muffled music and cars whizzing by. the walk back was the most silent you too had been all night, but it was comfortable. you looked over at her and she was staring up at the stars, she admired how they sparkled as you admired her.

ok, even if this was a date, it was a disaster date. you had some quite horrible nights out with people, but nothing quite like what you experienced tonight. you could have been mortified by every mistake and accident. but tashi, despite being the epitome of grace and elegance in your book, made everything feel so comfortable and natural. if you weren’t crushing on her at the beginning of the night, you definitely were now. scratch that, this wasn’t a crush, you liked her. and you only hoped you’d get the chance to have a terrible night like this again with her.

once you reached your vehicle, you opened the door for her and motioned for her to get in, but she bumped it closed with her butt, leaning on your car. she grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you closer to her. your hands comfortably landed on her hips, as she stared into your eyes. your heart was racing now, unable to believe the physical contact being made.

“i had such a fun time with you tonight,” she said, voice sultry and alluring. she pulled you into her and planted the softest, most supple and sweet kiss upon your lips. “this was the best date i’ve ever had.”

[bountycancelled]

house of cards (a challengers au)

requested: no, but send challengers reqs I BEG !

warnings: none :)

content: tension I guess? readers kind of a go with the flow typa gyal, but the flow is sometimes manipulative and evil so... tashi and art both play (different games but they still play) patrick is a loser, but he's my loser so it's okay lowercase intended, unedited.

a/n: back after like a half year hiatus, and im on my challengers bullshit, hope you enjoy this cuz I wrote in a day lol

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"you know, sometimes it feels like you hate me." the words leave your lips before you can stop them, coming out of your mouth with the kind of instantaneous honesty you learnt during your many years around tashi. admiring her, envying her, loving her, and hating her all the same.

she raises an amused brow, the sides of her mouth quirking up in a half smile. she probably thinks it's funny, your train of thought. you're in her dorm right now, laying on her bed with your head rested against her shoulder while some episode of some show serves as background noise. and yet, you seem unsure that she even wants you here.

but the one thing you can count on tashi to know, is what she wants. so if she's sure that she doesn't hate you, you should be too. "I don't hate you. I love you, more than usual, honestly."

that shouldn't make your stomach flip in the way it does, but you've always been a little like a hungry dog waiting to be thrown a bone when it came to affection, from anyone really (a problem that you thought you were working on effectively, you weren't.) but mostly tashi, who's affection was about as rare as the sight of her not playing tennis. well, maybe that comparison was in poor taste after the injury, but anyway.

"why is that?" you hope you don't come off as eager as you are to hear what you've done to further place yourself in her good graces (you do, but don't worry, tashi thinks it's cute.)

"you're the only one who still plays tennis with me. real tennis." she nudges you off of her shoulder as she speaks, forcing you to look at her, leaving you to tackle that feeling that always seemed to arise whenever she was close. a feeling that would rather die that put a name to.

god, you were such a tryhard when it came to her. you let her tell you about her escapade with the notorious 'fire and ice' duo, art and patrick. you assured that it was totally okay to pit two friends against each other for the prospect of getting her, you nodded along when patrick came out victorious, and you comforted her when she eventually broke it off.

and the cherry on top of this absolutely miserable sundae of yours, you played exactly the same way you used to play with her, because you knew it was what she wanted, and anything she wanted, you'd give it to her.

and she knew that, of course. one of the reasons she kept you around.

she brought her face close to yours, so close, closer, closer... before turning your own face to plant a kiss on your cheek, deciding to pay attention to the show you two had put on her laptop, completely shattering what you thought had been a moment between you and her. not the first time she's done that, not the last time you'll think that.

you inhale and exhale deeply, willing yourself to not spend the whole night picking that last ten seconds of that interaction apart, trying to analyse if you were running on pure delusion, or if something had been there, between you two.

but you do anyway, and you don't come to a solid conclusion. when it comes to tashi, you never do.

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your run in with patrick is unexpected, but what is expected is just how fucking miserable he looks. you debate just leaving the diner all together, finding another place to eat. hell, not eating at all would be better than whatever conversation you could possibly have with the ex boyfriend of your best friend. the poor thing is still wearing that grey 'I told ya' shirt, and it's evident that he isn't taking any of this well.

you understand both of them, patrick blames himself (it's not his fault, at least not to you) and tashi needed someone to blame. there's a small part of you thats just glad you weren't the one that she chose, but it's small, and the bigger parts of you just want to pull patrick into a hug, but you're unsure of how appropriate that would be. unsure of if he would even want that from you. because you're not actually on his side, you'd never be on the side opposing tashi, and patrick knows that.

that doesn't stop his eyes from lighting up in hopeful recognition as he spots you awkwardly lingering by the entrance, and now you have to go and sit with him because you are not about to kick a dog while it's down. you flag down a waiter and order for yourself, turning to face him with a pensively worried expression.

"are you... okay?"

patrick laughs at your words, not because he thinks it's funny that you ask. (even in the event that you're just pretending to care, he's just thankful that you humoured him by sitting down) he laughs because he knows that you know that he's not. even if the two of you were strangers, you'd sense his misery from the second you entered and took one look at him.

"never better. foods here." he changes the topic swiftly, and you're starving, so you don't try to redirect it, stuffing your face almost as unapologetically as he is. but once the food finishes and you await the bill, you take another long look at him, and the sadness in his eyes make your heart ache.

you don't owe anything to patrick, but for whatever reason, you find yourself reaching for his hand, holding it in your own and giving it a comforting squeeze, smiling back at him sympathetically when he flashes you a grateful half smile.

maybe it's the unique circumstances of the breakup, or his sad brown eyes, or that one time you two played a "friendly" game right before him and tashi got together (the looks he gave you from across the court would be misplaced, but tennis was intrinsically sexy, and so was patrick, so you tried not to overthink it. tried.)

or maybe it's the emalgumation of every look that would make you squint curiously at him, every casual touch that would last too long because patricks patrick, every tipsy kiss on the cheek, or shoulder squeeze, but after you two leave the diner (he pays, and you feel bad about it, but don't comment further.) but when you face each other outside the establishment, the sunset painting the sky, you pull him into a hug.

the hug feels... far too intimate for two friends (were you still friends? you weren't sure.) but, whatever. he's hurt, grieving the loss of someone that would surely break you if you lost them and the loss of his own best friend, so you're not gonna judge. he wraps his arms around you slowly, hiding his face away in the crook of your neck, holding you so gently that a passerby would think that you're the one being comforted.

you tell him to call you if he ever feels lonely, immediately regretting your language because it sounds like you wanna fuck him, but he understands what you meant. and then, you say your goodbyes.

you don't tell tashi about that interaction. and you don't think you will.

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your run in with art isn't intentional, but he's grateful for it.

he knows that you and tashi usually run drills together at the courts on saturdays, its not crowded since everyone is in their dorms trying to piece themselves together after a shitty week. but he also knows that tashi needs to rest right now, so you'd most likely be alone. but he doesn't strike then, the racket in your hand will make you too focused, he knows that all too well. you'd be giving him one word answers, barely paying him any mind and probably wanting him to fuck off as soon as possible.

so while he's wracking his brain, thinking of another opportunity to find a way in with you, because being closer to you meant being even closer to tashi, he's seconds away from getting on his knees and praising the gods above when he sees in the cafeteria, alone.

him being there for her when the injury happened was simply happenstance, and he was lucky in a roundabout sort of way, getting to comfort tashi and hopefully building a good image of himself in your mind, because you were there too, of course.

but that wouldn't cut it. he needed to be truly in with you, and he needed a new best friend anyway, he'd basically sold his last one off, so this was a two birds, one stone kind of situation.

you don't look up when art sits in front of you. because one, you know its him, he has the nervous kind of energy whenever he's around you, different to the kind of nervous energy he has when tashis around, but you can still sniff him out regardless. and two, you're still feeling shitty about that whole... thing with patrick, too shitty to care that blondies over here in front of you, trying to get in with tashi.

"they stale or something?" he asks, his smile stupidly warm and inviting as he points towards the cheese fries on your plate, completely untouched. you shoot air through your nose, smiling despite yourself before giving him a response. "no, I'm just grappling with the fact that I'm a shitty friend, and maybe even a shitty person in general."

he hums, holding his hand towards your tray as a silent question, and you push it towards him nonchalantly, letting him take what he wants. he feels way too good about a simple tray, but something about you sharing your food gives him hope that you haven't completely ruled him out.

"well, think about it this way. the average person needs to have at least one of these traits in order to be liked. talent, kindness or looks. you're a fucking beast on that court, and you're gorgeous, so you don't even need to worry about being a good person." it's easy to butter you up a bit, because the words he's saying are true, and he had a feeling that telling you what he honestly felt was the route to go with.

you roll your eyes at his words, but the compliment makes you bite back a smile. you're only human, after all, and not even you are invincible to the charms of one art donaldson.

but you keep your cool, waiting for the inevitable of him bringing up tashi, with the obligatory acting like that wasn't why he sat with you in the first place. but it comes later in the conversation than you thought it would, he's asks if she's doing any better, and you answer with an honest 'no.'

maybe this is just another one of his tactics, pretending that he's fully interested in getting to know you with no tashi shaped ulterior motive. but it works. because you end up talking over your now empty tray for a while, so long that you're late to your next class.

the look that he gives you when you leave is one of longing, but it was a specific kind longing, one linked to tashi. that's what art tells himself too, as he watches you walk away.

[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.

[andcars]

𝟯 𝟯 𝟯 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 '

maxiel/you , challengers au !

TAGS . . . # daniel ricciardo/max verstappen/gender neutral!reader , alternate universe — not racing drivers , alternate universe — challengers (2024) , tashi duncan!max verstappen , patrick zweig!daniel ricciardo , art donaldson!reader , implied/mild sexual content , mild angst with happy ending , canon typical infidelity , implied/referenced sexual content , polyamorous FIC STYLE. . . # headcannons , drabble WORD COUNT. . . # 1.1k

━━ ❝ like in every universe , max verstappen is competitive . really competitive . he lives and breathes tennis for as long as you've known him . you don't think you ever had a decent conversation with him about anything except for tennis . it's both endearing and kinda annoying . but the way he looks at you makes you forgive him .

━━ it was in the heat of the 2000s when you met him . daniel ricciardo , one of your longest friends ever , invited you over to watch a match of one of his friend's . you didn't know this friend , surprisingly . he says that he only met him recently and it was via chatroom . you can't imagine meeting someone like that . not when you spent the better half of your childhood with daniel at the back of your chair , whispering jokes to you during class that always made you laugh .

━━ meeting max for the first time was thrilling . erotic . you've never been more captivated by someone in your life . it's safe to say that daniel was experiencing the same whiplash as you . every one of his moves were like a handjob to the both of you . your hands found each other's thighs , gripping it as max dominated the scene . and when he screams , you swear you see daniel's hand move over to cover his crotch . you don't blame him for that . you don't blame him for trying to invite him over to your hotel too .

━━ it was probably dangerous that max came over . because it didn't take long for him to go on your bed , propped on his elbows , looking at the both of you like the two of you knew what to do . daniel wasn't a selfish person , you think you were . you run for his lips and he takes his neck . the memories blur over time but you remembered how max's face twisted into ecstasy when daniel sucked him off . you also vividly remember how the both of them made out in front of you like they starved for each other . you didn't skip out on fucking max verstappen either , loving being under him as he takes the reign . that night must have been the greatest night of your lives .

━━ he asks the both of you to win to get his number . he was young back then , all brattiness and charm falling off of him so naturally . you almost thought that daniel would roll over and let you have it . he didn't though , he beat you at the match and something really changed since then . you were young , dumb , and really fucking dumb . trying to get between them because you missed your friend and you wanted max . it almost seemed inevitable that the two broke it off . you just didn't think it would be because of max's injury . the hospital was the last time you met daniel for a long time . ❞

˖ 🎾 › THE MARRIAGE LIFE ‹𝟹 .ᐟ

⟣ㅤ﹒ㅤ001ㅤ ★ㅤ you never told max how you kept all of your photos of the three of you together , some of them just you and daniel , you keep it in a junk drawer in your storage room , buried beneath piles of random objects max would never take interest in

⟣ㅤ﹒ㅤ002 ★ㅤ he spoke about daniel only once after the incident ; he told you the story how they met . it was way earlier than daniel told you . max was drunk on the outside of a bar and daniel was the one to get him a cab home . both of them were shitfaced drunk but daniel was so protective of max that it just made him sober a little . when they met in a chatroom , he didn’t know who he was . but in the hotel , he has never been more happy to kiss him . you don’t bring up that story again

⟣ㅤ﹒ㅤ003 ★ㅤ when max trains you , he’s careful about it . he doesn’t want to push you , nor does he want to see you lacking . every other day of the week (at the start, it was simply every day) he would watch you play tennis with a machine and comment on your form . and when it’s over , he kisses your cheek telling you that you can do better . but he says it in such a fond way that you just believe he says it out of habit .

⟣ㅤ﹒ㅤ004 ★ㅤ after every match , winner or loser , he treats you for dinner. you for dinner . which is really sweet of him . both of you live on each other's money , mostly from your winnings in your prime . but he's the one to pull out the card every time just to be nice to you . maybe it's because you somewhat blame yourself for the split of him and daniel all those years ago .

⟣ㅤ﹒ㅤ005 ★ㅤ daniel's relationship with the both of you were different . daniel and max had a very physical relationship , and you know about it . days where max would have hickies or limp , daniel having sex hair when he goes to visit you after he visits max . but when it was you and daniel , there was that tension you can never chase off . the longing that you've always wished for all those years when you met him . of course with max , it's not like you can forget how he feels from your touch .

˖ 📷 › GETTING BACK TOGETHER ‹𝟹 .ᐟ

━━ ❝ you met daniel at the parking lot and you almost felt really , really fucking bad for him . you arrived early for the match with max and the both of you saw daniel just sitting at his car eating a sandwhich . both of you ignored him but you knew that he was running around in your heads . something was pulling you guys towards him , and it was awful .

━━ at the heat of the race , when you were giving up , daniel reminds you of something . he puts the ball in the middle of the racket and throws . you stand in shock . because your ex best friend has just admitting to fucking your husband . your husband , cheated on you . what the fuck were you going to say to that ?

━━ you think about all those years ago when you attempted to seperate them . you think about the fight at the hospital . you think about sleepless nights looking at daniel's number on your phone . you think about meeting max for the first time . you think about meeting daniel . suddenly , it's just a passing thought . so what if daniel fucked your husband ? he already did it once and you kinda missed that feeling . you're completely fucked in the head but who cares .

━━ you place the race , both of you know the game and nothing and everything is at stake now . it's a tie at the end , when you end up in his arms and you cry into him . suddenly , it's like everything is fixed . you may have not won a challenger , maybe daniel would win , but it's fixed . max still loves you , you're going to get better , and daniel is back by your side . if the three of you start fucking , who's gonna stop you ? ❞

🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . this was absolutely way longer than i thought it would've been . but i definitely enjoyed rewriting challengers for this pairing ! ˎˊ˗ ᝰ.

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[yeahtimesten]

a playlist for tashi duncan ۶•ৎ

a playlist representing what could be with beautiful tennis queen tashi duncan. sultry, sensual, intimate, and a lil playful ^.^

i know you - faye webster i’m here regardless of the pain don’t ever tell me to go away from you when we’re old and have to leave the earth i'll still remember all i’ve learned from you

satellite - guster you’re my satellite you’re riding with me tonight passenger side, lighting the sky always the first star that i find

hannah hunt - vampire weekend a man of faith said hidden eyes could see what i was thinking i just smiled and told him that was only true of hannah

funny thing - thundercat i only wanna party with you tonight because you make everything alright

juna - clairo (you make me wanna) go dancing (you make me wanna) try on feminine (you make me wanna) go buy a new dress (you make me wanna) slip off a new dress

put your money on me - arcade fire put your money on me if you think i’m losing you, you must be crazy all your money on me i’m never gonna let you go, even when it’s easy

i’d rather be with you - bootsy collins i just love that smiling face in the early sun if i can’t have you to myself, then life’s no fun

surrender - suicide when you take me, or when you may i’ll fall for you

when you’re smiling and astride me - father john misty i never tried to change you as if i could and if i were to what’s the part id miss most? when you're smiling and astride me i can hardly believe i found you and i'm terrified by that

i hope you die - molly nillson sometimes we win but sometimes we lose our dreams but i always wear the colors of your team

ain’t nobody - chaka khan i can’t resist this sweet surrender on a night so warm and tender we stare into each others eyes and what we see is no surprise got a feeling most with treasure and a love so deep we cannot measure

mirrors - justin timberlake if you ever feel alone and that glare makes me hard to find just know that i’m always parallel to the other side

a/n - ok my last challengers playlist!!! can you tell i deeply and passionately care for tashi…. i know i reused juna from my patrick playlist but listen!!! in this case that’s how tashi feels in the relationship. she’s struggling to getting used to feeling vulnerable. she isn’t not feminine, but she feels comfortable letting loose and you bring out a more girly side of her heheh c:

[yeahtimesten]

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challengers

patrick zweig

a playlist for patrick

shower head - 18+

phone sex - 18+

volleyball!reader x patrick zweig - coming soon!

art donaldson

a playlist for art

tashi duncan

a playlist for tashi

disaster date

ramblings

how your relationship started with the trio

the trio’s partners’ interest/hobbies

the summer after high school - patrick x reader x art

part 1

[yeahtimesten]

tashi gets moscow mules or vodka sodas and ciders like ace pineapple or pear

art likes fishbowls with the lil interactive extra shots to pour in and craft drafts and mango carts and maybe even double ipas

patrick likes tequila shots w the training wheels and generic lagers and when he’s in mexico he orders those shots where the bartender covers ur mouth with a napkin and shakes you around while blowing a whistle iykyk

[yeahtimesten]

a playlist for art donaldson ✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

a cute lil playlist for artie bae :3 this is what i think the vibes would be in a relationship with him. it’s a lil cutesie, cheeky, vintage, and sickeningly sweet

hello it’s me - todd rundgren think of me you know that i’d be with you if i could i'll come around to see you once in a while or if i ever need a reason to smile and spend the night if you think i should

touch tank - quinnie he’s so pretty when he goes down on me gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry

steeeam - shelly touch me the right way baby and i’ll do it again i’ll do it again

sara smile - daryl hall & john oats when i feel cold, you warm me and when i feel i can’t go on you come and hold me it’s you and me forever

la la love you - pixies all i’m saying, pretty baby la la love you don’t mean maybe

cape cod kwassa kwassa - vampire weekend is your bed made? is your sweater on? do you wanna fuck? like you know i do

to know him is to love him - amy winehouse and i do, and i do, and i do oh, i'll be good to him, ill bring joy to him oh, everyone says there’ll come a day where ill walk alongside of him

sweet - cigarettes after sex it’s so sweet, knowing that you love me though we don’t need to say it to each other, sweet knowing that i love you, and running my fingers through your hair it’s so sweet

real love baby - father john misty i want a real love, baby there’s a world inside me got the key, just use it, just if for a minute

this must be the place - talking heads out of all those kinds of people you’ve got a face with a view i’m just an animal looking for a home and share the same space for a minute or two

i live for you - george harrison all this time my thoughts return to you give my love, that’s all i can do wait in line til i feel you inside yes it’s true, i live for you

there is a light that never goes out - the smiths take me out tonight oh, take me anywhere i don’t care, i don’t care, i don’t care

harvest moon - neil young because i’m still in love with you i wanna see you dance again because i'm still in love with you on this harvest moon

bed chem - sabrina carpenter where art thou? why not uponeth me? see it in my mind let’s fulfill the prophecy

bodyclosetomine - bones first time i met you your beauty almost made me pine now all i want is your body close to mine i swear on everything, i will do you right

our house - crosby, stills, nash, & young staring at the fire for hours and hours while i listen to you play your love songs all night long, for me, only for me

a/n - yayyyy i hope you guys fuck with this vibe!! lots of song on this list that are coming from his point of view. sara smile is definitely him when he’s had a rough day at practice or is stressed about finals or going thru insecure thoughts and he just neeeeeds you with him in bed stroking his hair ;-; or ur having a bad day and he’s just reassuring you how much he loves you and needs you and wants to see u smile

[amymbona]

It all makes sense now...