#tashi duncan headcanons

[t1ts-4-donaldson]

Christmas with them

Art would have you waking up to the smell of fresh baked cookies for breakfast a secret recipe his grandma handed down to him and he insisted was better than anything anyone else could make (you agree).

He’d sneak extra presents under the tree last minute the ones he knew you’d be most excited about and was shaking with joy the minute you stepped foot in the kitchen smothering you with kisses.

He’d tug you towards the tree and pull you onto his lap wanting to be center stage to your reactions with what he gave you, heart soaring at every happy gasp.

He’d tear up at all the things you got him even if you felt they were insignificant or not as good as the things he gifted you would insist to stop being bashful pressing kisses to your lips between every “sorry I should’ve gotten you something better”.

It would be cuddling him all day to Christmas movie marathons completely enveloped in his arms, he was cute when he pout grumbling and whining whenever you needed to go to the bathroom or grab a snack

the day ends the day with slow dancing in the kitchen holding your head against his chest his hand wound lightly in your hair to a personal playlist he curated on for the holiday. Both of your initials surrounded by hearts as the title of it, he sways you to the tune of the old Christmas classics softly humming the tune off key.

Tashi would wake you up with a kiss in the morning and a gentle caress of her fingers against your cheeks whispering for you to wake. She would drag you out of bed and insist that she made Christmas extra special for you guiding you out into the hallway hands covering your eyes trying to hold back her excitement. Her heart soaring after witnessing your reaction stars flowing in your eyes moment you step into the living room entirely decked out like a hallmark movie, intricately wrapped gifts with stockings filled up to the brim, the largest tree you’d ever seen decorated with ornaments from high end designers,

she makes surprise a reservation to the most famous and upscale restaurant in New York, booked out a room just for you both overlooking the skyline towards the end of the night.

You’d both spend the rest of the night at home together watching old reruns of 90’s and early 2000’s Christmas movies even the cheesy ones she insisted she hated but was locked in when watching

Patrick would be simple but it would be enough. He’s half awake the night before doubt clouding his mind wondering if what he’s bought is enough. the half hazard wrapped presents strewn under a tree be bought last minute a bit lop sided but full of ornaments and decorations passed down by his family, the cutest framed baby photos of both of you hung front and center of it . He just hoped you adore even though it burned right through his wallet but he doesn’t care he wants you to be happy

You’d be so grateful for your gifts jumping into his arms quelling any of his worries squeezing his cheeks and pressing kisses on his lips repeatedly thank you’s and with the cutest puckered smile on his face.

It’s actually the chillest day you’d bought him a new strip poker board game it ended up with you bent over every surface in your home and more

He burns dinner he has looked up recipes a month before Christmas night, meals you had been showing him on your TikTok feed so instead you end up ordering take out from chilis instead scarfing down triple dippers watching trashy tv like Jersey Shore and passing out right after in bed with a smile on his face with his arms wound tightly around your body.

Barely proofread I’m sorry :(

[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

[fruitjoos]

meeting your family for the first time

summary: what it’s like when the trio meets your family for the first time over dinner

warnings none

– When Art met your family, it felt almost too easy. He walked in with that effortless charm, the kind that made everyone feel like they’d known him for years. Within minutes, he had your father laughing with those awkward dad jokes that usually fell flat but, somehow, Art made them work. The conversation flowed naturally, and he answered every question. About Stanford, about tennis, about the future, like he was born for it. He never missed a beat, balancing humor with just the right amount of seriousness, like he’d studied this moment and knew exactly how to handle it. Underneath the table, his hand found yours, warm and steady, his thumb brushing your knuckles in quiet reassurance. You gripped it like a lifeline, even though he didn’t seem to need any saving. The whole time, it felt like he belonged, like this was his family too, and for a moment, you wondered if maybe it was supposed to be this simple, this smooth.

– When Tashi met your family, the day unfolded with an ease you hadn’t expected. The room filled with laughter, a kind of warmth that felt rare. They took to her immediately. It wasn’t just her smile or the way she made conversation flow effortlessly, it was the substance behind it. She was sharp, driven. A natural leader, they said. And that she played tennis, competitively no less, seemed to seal the deal. They saw that dedication and imagined the same would rub off on you. Throughout dinner, Tashi kept glancing your way, her eyes soft but steady, checking to see if you were enjoying yourself. You were. Her presence seemed to put you at ease in a way no one else ever had. Every time her eyes met yours, you felt the corners of your mouth lift into a smile, even when you weren’t trying. It was easy, maybe too easy, and for the first time in a long time, you wondered if you’d found someone who could carry the weight with you, without even knowing it.

– When Patrick met your family, the atmosphere felt off from the start, very vague. He tried to break the tension with a few jokes, but they came out cruder than you’d anticipated, and your family’s polite chuckles were more out of obligation than amusement. He slouched a bit too much in his chair, chewed a little too loudly, and when he reached for the bread, you caught your mother raising an eyebrow. It wasn’t that they didn’t like him, they just didn’t know what to make of him. He wasn’t the type they had pictured for you, and you could feel that judgment, quiet but sharp, in every lull in the conversation. After dinner, as you both stood by the car, you tried to soothe his unease. “Don’t worry about it, they’ll come around,” you said, more for yourself than for him. He looked at you, genuinely puzzled. “Wait, they didn’t like me?” He hadn’t noticed at all.

[bnecaz]

HEADCANONS ᯓᡣ𐭩

Art Donaldson x Fem!reader

warnings: Infidelity(tashi doesn't give a damn) I mentioned tashi more than I would like!! Smut

₊˚⊹⋆ Can't help but get clingy with you even when you're around tashi

₊˚⊹⋆ Who already knows that Tashi noticed the way his pupils dilate whenever you appear in front of him and don't say anything

₊˚⊹⋆ Who spoils you and recognizes this, always being mocked by Patrick about how you commented about wanting a watch and the next day having it in perfect condition on your wrist

₊˚⊹⋆ He insists on having you in the front row, so you can see him win or lose, as long as you have the best view

₊˚⊹⋆ He started winning more games after you started watching him play, Tashi doesn't complain and doesn't even hesitate to invite you when she can to watch him

₊˚⊹⋆ That he can't help but be worried when you leave without warning, calling you, sending you messages and even thinking about the possibility of coming after you, wherever you are

₊˚⊹⋆ He's an idiot and every time he finishes playing he comes to hug you, no matter how sweaty and disgusting he is, he knows the difference in strength between you and him, and he knows that you would never be able to get out of his grip (he just doesn't hug Tashi because he knows she would punch him

₊˚⊹⋆ begs you to try playing tennis, which doesn't happen because even though he plays weakly with you, you can't catch the ball at all

₊˚⊹⋆ He loves to grab you, no matter if you're in public or alone, when he sees you he just runs to your small body in contrast to his, and hugs you, your face hitting his chest

₊˚⊹⋆ Can't even hide how he hit the tip of the racket against him crotch every time you leaned over to get something he needed

₊˚⊹⋆ Who started winning over and over again after you started rooting for him, always looking at you and looking for validation and a thread of pride in you, like a puppy wanting its owner's attention.

₊˚⊹⋆ Who spied Tashi telling you that if you were having sex, or he was in love with you, it didn't matter, as long as you supported him in whatever he was doing because only then would he be able to win

₊˚⊹⋆ Who gave subtle hints that he wanted you to wear shorts and tight skirts, making a point of buying from the best brands and giving them to you as gifts with some stupid excuses like "Tashi had seen them in a store and gave me the idea of buying them for you" you don't even bother to pretend that you believed it, how are you going to believe it when he is stuttering, while his fingertips turned white from squeezing the straps of the bags with different short clothes

₊˚⊹⋆ That every time he wins a very important match he runs to you and Tashi and casts glances in silent permission to hug you

₊˚⊹⋆ begged you to join his team, Damn, he had money left over to hire 10 helpers but he insisted on hiring you to do what? get him water, accompany him?

₊˚⊹⋆ Who is noisy, you've always known that, and he knows that, always whimpering when he kisses you, and it was worse when you had sex, feeling tears streaming from his eyes whenever he was close to cumming, as he grabbed your waist and put his face in your neck

₊˚⊹⋆ Who needs to hear or tell you every minute that he loves you while he fucks you so hard and squeezes your wrist so hard that you know it will leave ugly marks that are difficult to hide

₊˚⊹⋆ During the day, he calls you different pet names like darling, baby, candy, or something so outdated that you'd want to vomit if he wasn't the one saying it, but while you're fucking he gets worse, whines for hours about how you are so good to him, and how you are the love of his life

₊˚⊹⋆ he is the definition of "make love" he doesn't curse you, and he treats you so well that it hurts

₊˚⊹⋆ loves eating you out, he simply gets drunk on your pussy, pulling you to his face and eating you like he's been hungry all week

₊˚⊹⋆ Always comes up behind you and rubs the visible bulge in his shorts against your ass, he has no shame on his face

₊˚⊹⋆ He rolls his eyes and moans very loudly when he cums, he simply can't control it and his body has a life of its own

[amymbona]

Challengers - the band

Among equally famous Arctic Monkeys or Gorillaz, fans have got nuts over the quickly rising indie band formed in 2006. Challengers consists of three uniquely charismatic members, each one equally as genuine, and yet they all fit together like pieces of puzzle, creating a what fans appreciate as the trio of the decade.

Fitting into the genre of pure english indie, the trio doesn't fear to bounce into the world of rock or deliver a heart-touching ballad, so versatile that it appears unbelievable to many. The critics deem Challengers as an immortal piece of music that will continue to live on and be appreciated decades into the future. Even the thirsty fans seem to agree.

Tashi Duncan

The frontman - in this case the front lady - carries the aesthetic part, providing a gentle caress with each of her smiles, known widely by her fair amount of dark toned lipsticks and pairs of leather pants. As the main vocalist, her voice is heard in most of the songs, and she is essentially the voice of the band.

The gorgeous grace with which she carries herself can hardly he matched, and by many, Tashi is often refered to as the bitch, which takes away from the beauty of her soul. Contrary to a popular belief, Tashi Duncan is a gentle human - a fact supported by all the fans that have met her - as she never misses an opportunity to hug a fan or sign a paper.

A sex symbol, often compared to Amy Winehouse or Fiona Apple, she's often reduced fo a pretty face - much to her fans' disappointment. The talent she possesses is nothing short of a gift, given to her by gods above, and certain female singers have expressed both their jealousy towards and support to the star.

Art Donaldson

Known as the people's sweetheart, the most one could spot of Art Donaldson is the messy mop of his curls peeking from behind the drum set. With often admired set of muscles - which many female fans attempt to grasp once the drummer ventures in public - it's no issue for him to be pounding into the drums and cymbals all night.

His steady beats offer a stable background to all of the band's songs, resembling the rhythm of our heartbeats. But the man who's been named as the best drummer of the current music wave is much more than that.

It's no secret that Art Donaldson does most of the songwriting, providing his fans an insight to his soul, which doesn't resemble the harshness of his clothing style at all. Upon further observation, it's clear that most of the lyrics are centered around love, affection, eroticism and gut-wrenching feelings. This gentle compassion, paired with a cute smile, makes Art the most wholesome face of the genre of indie.

Patrick Zweig

This man is not famous just for his pretty face, though it is the feature he is the most recognized for. With the electric guitar constantly glued to his hands and the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old, Patrick Zweig jumps from one side of the stage to another. Some might say he is a bad influence, supported by the handful amount of evidence of nicotine and alcohol induced behaviour.

Known for his unrealistically swiftly executed guitar riffs, Patrick is the one to transform the ideas into music, as the band itself has mentioned. Most of the early hits were made purely under his supervision, which helped set the initial direction the band would evolve in. Perhaps he is the one we should thank for having Challengers become real.

It was particularly Patrick who stole the hearts of many young ladies, successfully earning himself the title of the womanizer. Multiple women were spotted leaving the Zweig residence over the last few months, wearing evidently less clothing that they entered the luxurious villa in. As the most extroverted and publically followed member, Patrick Zweig might as well be the loudest element of the three-man band.

[andwordsarefutiledevicess]

art donaldson relationship headcanons

currently writing something longer (stay tuned) but in the meantime here are some hcs about dating (young) art with a *hint* of nsfw

⋆ he doesn’t care how gross he is after playing, he’ll come hug you and shake the sweat out of his hair like a wet dog, laughing when you yell at him for it ⋆

⋆ loves nothing more than falling asleep while resting his head on your boobs, not caring if he crushes you when he lays on top of you ⋆

⋆ is the ceo of pining, even once you get together ⋆

⋆ has you trim his hair, trusting you not to mess it up ⋆

⋆ you’ve learned to pick up on the cues that signal he’s super in his head, running a hand through his hair or running a thumb along his jaw to try and get him to open up to you ⋆

⋆ nuzzles his face into your hand whenever you rest it on his cheek, closing his eyes in pure bliss ⋆

⋆ if he gets a boner, its not going away and its now 100% your problem too ⋆

⋆ bites. your earlobe teasingly, your shoulder as he sinks into you, your neck as he soothes the bite with his tongue, your inner thigh, dancing around where you really want his mouth to go ⋆

[artydonsgf]

hi everyone here is art, tashi, and patrick with random headcanons i have of them<3 i have first time saying i love you headcanons coming up!

Art Donaldson

- incapable of fixing his face

- for example, if you guys are at a party n someone says something wild, he reacts SO viscerally

- literal whole body reaction

- extremely ticklish

- you found this out on accident, you were cuddling in bed and your foot poked him while you were adjusting yourself

- he reacted without meaning to and kicked you (not that hard)

- he felt so bad but you were dying from laughter, ofc he’s the ticklish type

- likes to bite you whenever you cuddle

- it started off as a joke but he genuinely loves to gently bite when you don’t expect it and hear your soft gasps in response

- it’s half because he thinks it’s cute n half because it kinda turns him on

- wants to impress you so bad that he’ll read up on something you like n then carefully drop it in the conversation

- he does it as nonchalantly as possible except it’s impossible for him to be truly nonchalant so he’s very obviously glancing at you with a small smile

- would unironically wear the i ❤️ my gf shirt

- little spoon champion

- likes when you’re little spoon but he LOVESSS when you’re big spoon

Tashi Duncan

- also totally incapable of fixing her face

- she can hide shock but she cannot hide dislike, if she doesn’t like something you will know

- hyperfixates on meals

- like she ate this breakfast wrap you randomly made for her for a month straight

- likes when you cook for her because she’ll stand behind you and hug you the whole time

- so dead serious about game night

- you are the love of her life but during game nights you are the enemy

- likes horror movies so she can cuddle up with you

- she’s not really that scared but it’s nice having you next to her when a jump scare pops up

- loves hand holding, she’ll seek out your hands n doesn’t even realize she’s doing it

- cute thing she does is she’ll craft backstories for random people you see walking down the street

- it’s hilarious because she gives very fleshed out background to people you see briefly

- “that guy? cheating on his wife with his secretary who’s also married and has a kid his age” she likes to make the stories messy

- will do anything to make you laugh, really truly obsessed with your face

Patrick Zweig

- he cannot whisper for the life of him

- sees a girl you had beef with in high school n he basically yells “oh my god is that the girl?? the one who had sex with your boyfriend??”

- it’s a mix of not caring n also just not being aware

- extreme tease but if you tease him back he’s heartbroken

- started doing this 👉🏽👈🏽 ironically just to fuck with you but he can’t stop doing it now

- “hey babe, can you please put my bag in the car?👉🏽👈🏽”

- it has consumed him

- extremely stubborn

- also very prideful, it absolutely kills him when he has to speak up n ask for something

- extreme staring problem

- if something crazy is happening in public, he’ll just stare even if it’s really obvious

- doesn’t let you carry your bag

- he can have 100 bags in his hands and he’ll still find a way to carry your little purse

just silly thoughts, enjoy!

[capyclara]

addiction vs. sobriety as metaphor for tennis mindset in CHALLENGERS (2024)

while all of art's attitude surrounding tennis is extremely disciplined and sort of detached outside of his relationship with tashi, patrick literally can't quit tennis like tashi suggests. he'll get insane withdrawl symptoms without it, just like he's had withdrawl pains for 13 years regarding arttashi. it would KILL him to stop pursuing, and tashi to some level understands that as another "addict" - unlike patrick, she has a second backup body in art to cope with her loss.

framing patrick's spiral into mediocrity and self sabotage as well as his relentless pursuit of his loves as being akin to substance abuse is SO SO interesting -- i wish justin kuritzkes had left the bruise on patrick's inner arm ambiguous (tl;dr: people were speculating that they were track marks, but justin disregarded the theory)

patrick is so clearly an addiction-prone character (smoking, his career, arttashi), and part of me thinks it was a missed opportunity to not expand on this, even subtextually! it would also provide some insight into why patrick is broke, living in his car, and is no-contact with his parents outside of "haha he's cosplaying being poor bc he's just too proud" which feels a tad shallow

"if" is a drug for losers, and patrick's "ifs" of achieving his dreams of winning tennis and winning arttashi are blended together theyre indistinguishable. he can't stop indulging in hope even though it makes him miserable and depressed and a loser. that's so fucking neat!!!!

[saintzweig]

challengers trio acts of service but with fruits!!! art loves pineapples but keeps complaining afterwards about how it hurts his tongue so tashi keeps it away from him but would give him pineapple juice, and patrick would buy him those in cans instead because they don't hurt like the real ones do. patrick likes watermelons but the seeds annoy him so art would cut them up and try to pick the seeds out as much as he can while tashi would make him smoothies instead. tashi loves oranges but can't be bothered to peel them, especially the white stringy ones so the boys would huddle in the kitchen and peel a bunch for her, even keep some in containers so she can have some throughout the week.

[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 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.

[callahanisms]

capturing your likeness

headcanons, gender neutral reader, masc and femme people used for photo samples

you're always avoiding the cameras. you never like taking pictures of yourself. you hate the way you look in photos. is it a lot of things? yes. and to your lover(s) it's saddening. they wish you could see yourself the way you see them. you're always taking pictures of them, capturing their likeness. they all just have their own way of capturing yours.

tashi is the sneakiest of the three. and she's always carrying a camera with her. because she's sneaky, she's able to capture plenty of pictures of you. she has a lot, many of them candid. you're always doing something else. reading. sleeping. looking off at the beach. she captures you in the most beautiful way possible. so effortless, so natural. she captures your laughter into a frame of eternity and she's unabashed in her love for you.

art is less sneaky than tashi. sometimes he can be really sneaky, but you'll always end up hearing the snap. he hesitates a lot because he loves to stare at you through the lens. there was something about seeing your beauty through the focused lens of a camera. he's gotten a lot of images where you're moving out of the way, capturing you in motion. yes you're running away from the camera. but he'd rather see your lips in a photo than none of you at all.

patrick is the worst at sneaking when he takes your picture. which is why half of the images he's taken of you are when you're asleep. and the other half is cursed. like art, he captures your likeness while you're in motion. they just happen to look like the pictures you get when you leave an amusement part ride. he loves to keep them and frame the really cursed images. you're embarrassed, thinking this is how he sees you. it's really a testament to your messy side and patrick loves the messy side of you.

[sparklejumpropequeen8888]

Sooooo????? This is not a drill!!!!!!!!! My bsf asked me something like "What music are you listening to except that depressed girl ???" And the thing is she KNOWS that I listen to my babygirl Elizabeth Grant with my ears& soul more than anyone ever could do I was like "Oh...Nirvana's great (greatest of all time)" And she sent me a voicemail sayin "Why TF didn't u tell bout em earlier. I loveeee thiss" WITH "That's what makes u beautiful or how tf it's called".......................................

........................,............................................................................................................. I'm done y'all 🎀

[russsiangirl]

patrick zweig x reader headcanons! ( older and younger included. )

thinking about patrick zweig and you having some sort of arranged relationship..

he's still with his family, maybe on holiday break from boarding school

your parents don't wanna risk the chance of you running off to be with some 'hoodlum' so they talk with the zweigs and boom! thats how you two ended up dating

well, dating might not be the best word to describe it

patrick is the literal opposite of what you want in a guy ( for now )

he's crass, has no etiquette ( outrageous! ), smokes AND disrespectful - like he's just such a prick!

i mean he has to be compensating for something,, he's not.

you try to avoid him as best as you can but he's always there, lurkin..

eventually you agree to one date. just one, that's it.

he takes you to some bougie place and you're shocked, i mean yeah he's rich, but you didn't know he was this rich, richer than you.

you learned some shit about him, he played tennis, had a best friend at boarding school, bla blah blah, usual rich boy shit

you decide to have some fun with this though

patrick zweig teaching you tennis :3

you purposely fuck with him on this, just to be mean

wear lil tennis skirts that show just the right amount of skin, act dumb so he has get up behind you and hold you by the waist so he can show you the 'proper stance'

nothing about this demonstration is proper, he's right behind you, practically pressing himself up against you, and you can smell the sweat mixed with his god-awful cologne and it's so enticing

wtf is so great ab this man!! he is js a man !!!!!

you don't know either, but lets just say that there wasn't much tennis played that day. or ever

y'all aren't dating, more like smth 'casual'

he so sends texts like 'you up?' at like 4am in the morning, why tf are u awake go back to sleep

sometimes you just wanna throttle him

i KNOW for a fact that he's a dick

he angers you on purpose, does shit to make you mad just because he likes seeing you that way

he's the type to leave after a fight and come back only to not talk to you, like bro where is the apology. where is the groveling and desperation.

he's such a tease as well, always poking fun. 'fun', its not fun when hes coming up behind you when you're with your friends and hes pressing up against you like bro! now is not the time to be a freak!

its different if y'all met when y'all were older though,, bc god i have a love-hate relationship with older!patrick.

like he's such a bum, sleeps in his car

but also like i feel the urge to take care of him

and force him to take a shower.

you probably met bc you were at the challenger and remembered him from the juniors us open! which he won! also the challenger was happening close to where you lived

you didn't know he was playing here, the only reason you went was bc your friend had accidentally bought an extra ticket and you thought 'why not'

he sees you and he's like 'woah' bc who wouldn't be at the sight of you, you're the next target

he chases you down after the game and is like 'here's my number, you can call or whatever..'

well you do, lets say you've been having a bit of a dry spell and patrick is oh so willing to help! ( he's a freak. )

this relationship is rocky though

he's not doing well in tennis and he's, broke..

he's also not big on words of affirmation,, or romantic gestures

he's still crass like he was when he was younger, never grew out of it.

always so forward in the way he talks

arguments with him are so mean :(( calling you allll sorts of mean names that have you in tears

can't resist tho, bc it's patrick zweig

yeah guys,, i love patrick zweig !!!!! like and repost ofc if u liked it

[fruitjoos]

always

You stand at the edge of the bathtub, the soft glow of candlelight flickering against the walls. The warm, fragrant water beckons you both, steam curling into the cool air. You turn to her, your heart swelling with affection. She smiles, eyes twinkling with the same tenderness you feel inside.

"Ready?" you ask softly.

"Always," she replies, her voice a gentle murmur.

As you both step into the tub, the water envelops you, a soothing embrace that washes away the day's stress. You sit behind her, and she leans back against your chest, her head resting just below your chin. You can feel her heartbeat, a steady rhythm that matches your own.

You take a washcloth, dip it in the warm water, and gently glide it over her shoulders, her back, her arms. Her skin is soft under your touch, and she sighs contentedly, tilting her head to give you better access.

"That feels amazing," she whispers.

You respond by pressing a kiss to her damp hair.

You wash her with care, each stroke of the cloth a silent declaration of love. Setting the cloth aside, you pour a bit of shampoo into your palm, lathering it between your hands before running your fingers through her hair. The scent of lavender fills the air as you massage her scalp, your fingers working through the strands, untangling knots with gentle patience.

"You're spoiling me," she says with a chuckle.

"Only because you deserve it," you respond, smiling.

She hums softly, the sound vibrating through you. You rinse the shampoo from her hair, the water cascading down in gentle waves. As she relaxes further, you take the opportunity to run your hands along her arms, her back, tracing patterns on her skin.

"Do you know," you start, "that your freckles look like constellations?"

"Really?" she asks, amusement in her voice.

"Mhm." You begin to connect the dots with your finger, tracing imaginary lines between her freckles. "This one looks like Orion's Belt."

She giggles, a sweet, melodious sound. "You're such a nerd."

"And you love it," you tease, kissing her shoulder.

You write love letters on her back with your finger, each stroke forming invisible words that only the two of you understand. She shivers slightly, the touch sending pleasant ripples through her body. You run your hands up and down her thighs, feeling the smoothness of her skin, the subtle strength beneath.

"I love you," she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the gentle splashing of water.

"I love you too," you reply, your heart full. You kiss her neck, her shoulders, every inch of skin you can reach. Each kiss is a promise, an affirmation of the bond you share.

She turns slightly, just enough to capture your lips with hers. The kiss is slow, tender, filled with the depth of your feelings. When you finally pull away, you rest your forehead against hers, both of you breathing in the same rhythm.

"Thank you," she says softly, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Always," you whisper back, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Always."

— based on this post

[maikodelight]

challengers but tashi, art and patrick works in a kitchen and it’s hell

[amymbona]

Being involved with Tashi, Patrick and Art - headcanons

It was really difficult to put this together without revealing my deepest secrets and ideas, just in case I finally write a full fanfiction one day 😔 Also... Is my Patrick bias showing?

At first, you are nothing but an ordinary girl at Stanford, having no involvement with tennis whatsoever. You find your way towards the sport though, or rather the people playing it, as you're a kind soul who offers tutoring lessons and writes articles in the school newspaper.

The first person to notice you is Art - the social butterfly himself - as the two of you share some classes, and he recognizes you on the court one day. You surprise him, though, by slipping right past him and running straight towards Tashi.

The moment she first sees you, all thoughts about tennis and school and Patrick evaporate from her brain. Suddenly, her mind is full of you. You're hers and she's yours.

It's such an unbelievable thing for Tashi to do, become almost obsessed with somebody, to the extent that she counts days until the new number of the newspaper comes out and she can read the interview you did with her. Even Art notices and he finds it quite silly, considering the odd dynamic that Tashi and Patrick's relationship has. And it's no secret he has a crush on both of you.

Pretty soon, you become Tashi and Art's thing - their friend that they both desire, while desiring other people as well - they make sure you're sitting at the bleachers for every match and show off in front of you. And you adore them deeply, finding them to be the best tennis players at Stanford.

They introduce you to Patrick, someone so similar and yet entirely different to them. The guy scoops you up like a tsunami, offers you your first ever cigarette and treats you as if you two have grown up together. Whatever Art and Tashi like, he likes as well.

The four of you finally get closer over multiple shared cans of beer - something nostalgic, a deja vu for the three that they don't tell you about - and all three of them ask to kiss you. You let them, of course.

Somehow, all three of them want you, need you so badly, all while still wanting one another. You become some sort of a glue which keeps them together - even though they were functioning almost perfectly before you showed up - and none of them notice the showing cracks which you failed to glue up.

Some time passes, you become Tashi's best of friends, her safe space and the only person she's willing to display her vulnerability in front of. The effect you have on her is unreal, she's genuinely at her best, healthy, taking care of herself, and all of that just because of you.

Patrick visits more often as well. Both him and Tashi seem to fight for your attention, so it's natural neither of them really minds, considering they are almost actively trying to cheat on each other with you. But you love both of them, plus Art, too equally and too much to nice any different in their behaviour. If anything, you're just happy that you found yourself in such a lovely group of friends.

You're with Art, both of you waiting for Patrick, when Tashi's injury happens. You clutches your hand like you're her guardian angel in the infirmary, begging you not to leave her, just don't leave her alone. When Patrick runs in, trying to talk to Tashi, you're lost, completely. And when Art kicks his best friend out - for reasons totally unknown to you - you're baffled. What is going on? Eager to get an answer, you run after Patrick, abandoning Tashi.

After that, crumbles into pieces. Patrick wouldn't talk to you, suddenly seeing Art and Tashi's influence in yourself and he can't stand that, because you were their first. And even if you choose to go after him, he knows he can't have you. Nor can he have Tashi and Art.

Tashi is devastated, she feels hurt and betrayed, even though you have visited multiple times at the hospital and brought her fruit and fresh clothes. Art spends most of his time by her side, and somehow, he's excused from school to provide her much needed support. She doesn't want you there.

Few months later, Tashi has completely erased you from her life - almost unwillingly, and despite your attempts to reach out and offer her your support - and leaves Stanford after some time. So the only one of the three who you remain in contact with is Art. His presence feels like a ghost's, he only reveals that he hasn't talked to Patrick once since that day and that Tashi is healing. Physically. But it's clear that mentally, she is completely devastated.

You graduate from Stanford by yourself, leaving everything behind the gates of the school, and get employed in an editorial office. It proves to be difficult to completely forget about the boys, since they are both very much active and have pursued tennis. And just to your luck, you've been promoted to a sports journalist.

Due to your profession, you're one of the first people in the world to discover that Tashi Duncan has married Art Donaldson and she's now his coach. It's like a punch in the gut when you are the one to interview the player at the US open in 2012 - many years after the whole Stanford drama.

He answers all your questions, his voice as soft as you remember it, and he tells you how pretty you look after you turn off the voice recording. You only thank him simply, and leave the place as quickly as possible, slipping right past Tashi without sparing her a glance.

About a year later, you run into Patrick - it's the most random of encounters - but the two of you just bump into each other at some random match where he's playing. And you learn that he is completely miserable, having slipped down from the peak of his career and still playing mainly to keep himself living at a decent level. He tells you he hasn't spoken to Art nor Tashi in years.

Few words in, few tears later the two of you end up drunk - completely fucking wasted, actually - and move it to the closest hotel room. Another night follows and then Patrick invites you for an actual date. That day, you discover a completely new person, a Patrick you never knew could actually exist under all that bravado.

One reckless decision follows another and you accept the silver ring that Patrick slips on your finger. The proposal is fairly romantic but simple and spontaneous at the same time, a pretty sunset in the background to make it look like a fairytale.

As Patrick's fiancée and later a wife - and as a journalist as well - you accompany Patrick to some matches. Yes, he has managed to crawl a bit higher again, having found much needed motivation in your presence and kindness. Just like you used to be an angel to Tashi, now you're one to him. Speaking of Tashi, it's inevitable, meeting her and her husband again.

It appears like a shot from a movie - hand in hand with Patrick, you stand in front of Tashi, who's hair is now a lot shorter, and not so cheery looking Art. All four of you are pretty unsure who to look at first. Luckily, Art is not here to play, but the two have been offered tickets to promote the Donaldson brand. You know the business, make a public appearance every now and then so the world knows they're still relevant.

While you hop away for a quick bathroom break in between the matches, unfortunately, Tashi is there as well. She pulls you into an empty stall and says that both her and Art miss you deeply. She doesn't say a word about Patrick. And she mentions her daughter - Lily - you know about the girl, her baby photos were all over Twitter. Then she kisses you and leaves.

Your and Patrick's relationship is odd, to say at least. It's not like he doesn't love you - god forbid that he feels anything other than deep affection towards you! - but there are just certain gaps. Despite finding nothing but unconditional support from you, Patrick is still unable to open up fully, to accept the loss of his two past loves, even though he has you now.

It's hard to talk about family life when the two of you are at it, and while you wish for a baby so deeply, Patrick can't really give that to you. And that pains him. Because Patrick wants nothing more than for you to be happy in life, but he is too afraid of having such a responsibility over somebody else. He can hardly take care or himself, how would he possibly take care of a baby?

And that's the reason why the two of you eventually divorce towards the end of the year 2017, because you needed something Patrick could never give you. And you wanted it, wanted it more than him. However, you never find another partner to conceive with, you can't bring yourself to fall for somebody else, not after the loss of Art, Tashi and Patrick.

Two years later, you're invited as one of the journalist to the challenger match in New York, completely unaware of the things that are about to happen. When you're getting all set in the hotel, a pretty lady named Helen, who's taking care of your check-in waves at somebody behind you. And that somebody, shows to be Patrick. You run away.

And just around the corner, you collide with Tashi. Ever so gorgeous, she offers you one of her smiles, a tired, appreciative one. There is no mention of the kiss exchanged few years ago. The only thing she says is that Art would love to see you. You tell her you still have the same phone number.

In the evening, as you're getting ready to go to bed, he messages you, asking to see you. A bit late for him, as you know he always used to go to bed early, insisting to live a healthy life. You know you really shouldn't, considering the three shouldn't be allowed a way into your life, but you let him come to your hotel room.

There, he crumbles in your arms wordlessly and lets you stroke his hair. You can sense there's something hidden behind his silence, something he'd like to speak about, but is too ashamed to say out loud. Later, he tells you he's retiring at the end of the season. While the two of you lay there in the dark, you stay unaware of Tashi's current meeting with Patrick. Art, he knows damn well.

The following day, everything is at the stake. You are at the stake, but you don't even know that. Stood on the very opposite of Tashi, where she is sat at the bleachers, staring at you through her sunglasses like the picture of guilt and repentance, as stiff as you don't know her.

You keep your eyes on all three of them, failing to note a single detail, to snap a single picture. Nothing. You only only stand there, glued to your spot behind the umpire's chair, watching Patrick and Art battle on the court. It's clear they're fighting for much more than a simple victory.

Art is doing his best but it's clear he's nowhere near as good as Patrick, and he seems to have almost resignated too, while Patrick remains smug and confident. Although his smirk falls every so often especially at those moments when he locks eyes with you. Then, he looks almost remorseful.

At one moment, Patrick takes a while to serve, rolling the green ball between his fingers and then holding it over the empty triangle of his racket. When he fires, Art doesn't budge at all. In front of you, Tashi is awkwardly fidgeting in her seat, her expression hard to read. Now, she seems to be avoiding your gaze.

The match turns into something harsher, fueled by something that's hard to describe, with both of the boys playing like their lives are on the line. Both of them keep gazing at Tashi, while she's trying to escape their eyes. It's messy, it's weird and you don't like it a bit. But then, all three of them turn to look at you. You're still there, watching them play. You haven't left. You never left.

The balls keeps flying left to right, grunts filling your ears, until the boys get so close to the net that it concerns you. At one final moment, the boys collide, hugging over the net separating the two of them like two good friends who haven't seen each other in years. Tashi jumps up, cheering, and you do as well, applauding them with a smile.