#tashi is a throuple truther

[tarotofbadkitties]

I'm obsessed with Tashi's refusal to pretend she's changed her mind about wanting both Art and Patrick. At different times, Art and Patrick both come to her all insecure and passive-aggressive to demand she say they've got her forever and their bff is out of the running and she's really like lol nope every time. "My preference is both of you, but I'll trade you back and forth as needed if you two can't get along" is her final answer. I love that for her.

[cowboygideon]

I love so much how every time we see art and patrick before knee-gate, they're eating (or drinking) something "unhealthy." Like the hotdogs and the churros and the cigarettes, of course (which I'm now realizing are all phallic symbolism LMAO) plus the coca-colas and the beer. Because it just furthers this idea that Patrick is a kind of corrupting force to Art, who we know, as Ice, is a very controlled person. And then, during their final game, you have Art with his fuckass protein paste, or whatever, but Patrick with the banana, which obviously isn't unhealthy, but still something much more akin to the food of your average person—and he offers it to him! Jokingly, yeah, because he knows he's not going to take it, but also, like offering his hand, inviting Art to take part in his own corruption once again. Plus, a banana?? Could they have found a more dick-like food? Insanity.

Also I like that the one scene we have of the throuple in a room together (the party notwithstanding), Tashi is also drinking the beer. Because Patrick stokes the fire in her too, brings out a part of her that Art alone doesn't.

I was thinking about this because I saw a cut scene in the script, where Tashi and Art smoke a cigarette, and I found it really interesting. Because, for one, I understand why they'd cut it, since such a big part of the artashi dynamic is restraint, repression, both pushed further into the frigid parts of their personalities, so having them do something like that without Patrick around might remove some of that. But ALSO I think it was such a good scene because they both start coughing during it, and it sort of feels like their trying to make up for Patrick's absence with each other, but they fail. They need Patrick to push them completely out of their comfort zones—or else they'll just keep toeing that line between the familiar and the unfamiliar, safety and freedom.

Anyway, in conclusion, welcome back Adam and Eve and that fucking snake, enjoy your apple [polyamory].

[tashism]

#this with the throuple

tashi reading the book you got her “just because”, art on his laptop researching his little side hobby (in my mind it’s film photography), patrick watching step brothers on the tv, you playing on your switch or phone. you’re all tangled and warm and silent, thumbs rubbing idly and the low murmur of the tv filling in the gaps. it’s the middle of the day, you all have something better to do, but you’re here. you’re here and consumed by each other, probably the happiest you’ve all ever been and ever will be. i yearn.

also @artdcnaldson i love all your bunny memes thank yew for this one

[andwordsarefutiledevicess]

this song... THIS SONG. it's peak art + patrick angst — like patrick watching art grow up and grow out of their relationship while patrick never does

anyways don't mind me just listening to this on repeat and thinking about art's blonde curls

[gourdyshome]

if you squint it looks like he's saying "patrick" here ... walk with me ...

artrick build a bear date where they both pick out stuffed animals that look like them & swap at the end. pat goes home with an "art" bear and he laughs and says it looks stupid but he never ever gives that thing away.

by the time he goes to visit tashi at stanford the fur is already matted at the top of its head, which patrick tucks under his chin when he sleeps.

when he sees her in atlanta, when they tumble into his shitty hotel room drunk and stupid and tangled in each other, he kicks the bear under his bed before she can see it. when he wakes up later that night - or rather, in the early hours of the next morning - and tashi's already gone, he fishes it out from under the bed, holds it in his hands, and cries.

after the challenger in 2019, after the dust has settled, after art and tashi formally, actually ask him to move in with them, patrick tries his best to hide the bear from art. he doesn't want to humiliate himself, after all. how pathetic is it hold onto a gag gift for over two decades? so he tucks it away in his backpack, the one he keeps an extra pair of clothes and his passport and some cash in, just in case this thing between the three of them doesn't work out. it isn't until art's doing some spring cleaning that he finds the bear, which is in pretty poor condition at that point. he doesn't say anything to patrick, but he goes to the basement and pulls out a tub of his old college stuff, digging for something specific. when pat and tashi get home from practice, there are two bears on his bed.

they never talk about it. they never needed to in the first place. and, around the time of his birthday that year, art casually brings up how lily's been wanting to go to the mall forever. it's implied, at this point, that they expect patrick to come.

when they get back home, there are three new bears on patrick - and tashi, and art's - bed, and this time, he tucks two of them under his chin at night.

RAHHHHHH RAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

[ghostgirl-22]

throuple truther here hello my personal dream is that they live near central park in boston, in one of those cozy brick homes that cost a million dollars. ivy is sprawled across their roof and porch, blossoming purple in the spring. lilly picks up a little bit of a boston accent from her friends, starts dropping the "g" in runnin', calls things wicked instead of cool. they all try to spend as much time home as possible, careful not to let lilly feel secondary to anything, even tennis. when patrick and art retire, they take up different hobbies around the house. when he's not providing commentary on matches or the US open, art's trying to bake the perfect croissant. patrick still coaches at the duncan center downtown, but he also takes up gardening. tashi's still a brand ambassador, an angel donor to young girls who show athletic or academic potential, and a coach. but even when she's not home, she's there in lilly's voice, in her fierceness, in her courage.

this wasn't meant to be so long but i guess i had more to say about this than i knew!

I agree whole heartedly with this and I love it so much! I just want all of your throuple headcanons PLEASE <33

And I’ll add I could see Art taking up baking professionally because hes so competitive and can’t casually enjoy anything. He ends up perfecting these hyper realistic cakes and doing cake competitions. Then opening a little seasonal cake shop locally he uses fruit from Patrick’s garden when it blooms and Lily takes orders in the summertime when she’s not in school or on the tennis courts with her mom. Or lounging in the garden while Patrick tries to get his strawberries to grow.

[coldblooded-angel]

As a tennis throuple truther, I generally don’t believe Patrick loves Art more than Tashi. I definitely believe he’s loved him for much longer but I think it is more obvious in the latter part of the movie how much Patrick loves Art because he spent so long hiding it behind jokes and intimate touches that could be interpreted any which way. There was no way he would jeopardize the most important relationship in his life. He was assured that their friendship would last, he was content… until it falls apart.

Art is ice. He’s reserved and quiet, and though that balances out Patrick, it also makes him harder to understand (especially after the falling out). Patrick used to be able to read him but they’ve spent too long apart and now Patrick doesn’t know what to do except be more forward, more obvious.

In a way, Patrick is more sure of how Tashi feels about him than how Art feels. (He used to know, or he thinks he used to know but not quite).

There’s too much history there, too much yearning, too much heartbreak. Their relationship is loaded and while Patrick is sure of how much Tashi wants him and what she wants from him, he has no fucking idea what Art wants (mostly cuz Art doesn’t know either).

[diyasgarden]

How's she supposed to survive with no heart?

Someone figure out and tell me how because this concept has ripped out my heart and i don't know how to go on.

Best Friend - based on @diyasgarden's betting on loosing dogs cats and her cat headcanons. definitely go check them out if you haven't yet!!

the story of tashi and her childhood best friend (1.86k words)

tw: i have not seen the movie so all my knowledge is via osmosis. writing some of these scenes was cathartic. enjoy me working through my own grief and know my tears wet the keyboard. i may have forgotten about art a little bit but this is tashi centric so im just going to say whoops and move on

Tashi was a lonely child. It was just a fact. Even with siblings wrapped around her and hanging off her arms, she swept through her childhood with few permanent attachments.

She was vibrant, regardless of her seclusion. The bounce of her curls and the seemingly infinite energy she possessed endeared her to teachers and classmates. Bright, sparkling curiosity filled her eyes. The librarian saw the most of her, incidentally. With clumsy fingers and boosted toes, she tipped titles from higher and higher shelves, thicker and thicker books filling her arms and her Princess Aurora backpack.

After playdates, summer camps and schedules packed high with unfamiliar names, her parents finally acquiesced. There would be no friend for their daughter, not one she wanted.

Instead, that Christmas, she received two very special presents. An oddly shaped thing with one blunt, cylindrical end and, on the other side, a curved, flat plane; the other was a larger, rectangular box that mewled periodically, its princess wrapping paper massacred with pinholes. She anguishes when she sees a prick right over the left side of Aurora's shimmering pink dress.

Her parents initially direct her towards the oddly shaped gift, no matter how the mewling box draws her ears. Under the light of the rainbowed tree, the LEDs reflecting their colors over her full face, she unknowingly, and with youthful gusto, unwraps her future.

Her very own tennis racket. The gift included the promise of lessons, starting after her holiday break. She'd been curious about her parents' rackets, the handles much too big for her young, soft palms. Now, she can try it all on her own—emulating the fierce girls she revered on TV.

A whine from the larger box draws her attention again, and eyes shining with anticipation turn to her parents. A single nod, and little legs are scampering across the hardwood as she runs to delicately peel off the paper.

The cardboard box under it is as pricked as the wrapping paper, the top untaped. Reaching past the unassuming packaging, she's jolted when something touches her. Soft, with points as pokey as the needle that made the holes. She's nothing if not fearless, however.

As the cardboard flaps are peeled back one by one, the thing, no, paw that reached out to grab her tugs on the last one. It's small, orange, with tiny claws puncturing shallowly. Her fingers, larger and without as sharp nails, gently pries it off so she can finally open the box.

A kitten. A kitten sits, dwarfed by the size of the box. When she reaches for it, it retreats—sniffing her fingers before deciding her a worthy companion. It's all but eager now, pressing into her hands until she picks it up and cradles it to her chest. Its teensy chest starts to rumble with a crackly purr.

"She's yours." Startles her out of her revere, so absorbed in the little body against hers. Her mother's words are said with a smile. She finally found a friend, one that didn't live in pages. "All yours."

Her father chimes in not long after.

"What's her name, Natasha?"

A pause. Tashi blinks, contemplation in the set of her pout and in the subtle furrow in her brow. Her eyes don't stray from the yellows of her newest companion.

"Serena," comes, the resolve in her tone sounding odd in the heightened pitch of a six-year-old.

She'd grow into it.

She'd soon learned her two favorite sounds: the thwack of a tennis ball and the thundering of Serena's purr.

They were familiar, and borderline ordinary. She heard the first over and over, for hours at a time, multiple times a week. Serena's purr, in the same vein, was the thing that greeted her with the sun and lulled her into sleep. Yet, she thought them spectacular. Whenever they reached her ears, that golden smile appeared.

She was always good. Always spectacular at tennis. Sweeping through matches flooded her veins with sweet adrenaline, sweat that dropped to the court marking her path to the stars. Even when she'd left them all behind, flown far away and was weightless in her tennis shoes, it'd say: I, Tashi Duncan, was here. I won.

The thing that brought her back to Earth was simple. Even with the lure of the stars, the rumbling, crackling purr and sweet meows, like the quake she experienced at eleven and the cracking boom of thunder she'd once feared, grounded her in her emotions. Her feelings, not for boys but for Serena overflowed from her heart and spilled out like a split dam, widening her smiles and filling her mind, motivating her game and keeping her present.

At seventeen she was up-and-coming. Her birthday fell a few days after the US Open, so on her last few days as a child, she bundled up with her familiar friend and boarded the metal plane. It would be her wings, giving her that taste of future freedom, of the sky she reached for.

Her transcendence faded in sleep, leaving just a girl and her cat, sleepy and covered in shed hair and so, so young.

She won. She won the Junior Open.

Everything's set in stone now. She can see her future playing out—at Stanford, tearing through the competition and tearing through the pages of novels (she never quite lost her love for words; instead it evolved from Junie B. Jones to Mary Shelley.) Then, she'd go pro, breaking out into the Grand Slams like a comet blazing by.

Art and Patrick were the unexpected twist.

Zweig and Donaldson. Fire and Ice. The perfect duo. One would be joining her at Stanford. The other? Leaving for the intense performance of the pros with her number stashed in his mobile—left sweating under the stage lights of expectations states away.

Whether he'd buckle under the intensity was to be seen. At least his green crash pad was well in place, waiting to be fallen back on.

Practice was routine.

Art was routine.

Serena was at home, with her parents.

The separation was killing her. Some days, especially hearing the thwack of the ball, she felt the ache of her halved heart. She knew she wouldn't go home to her second (first) favorite sound.

Red. There's a lot of red at Stanford, Tashi noticed. Even in her dorm room, the banner on her wall and poster above her bed, the jacket strewn over her chair and the sweaty shorts discarded on her floor. The red apples of Patrick's cheeks and the pinkening to his lips. She let her eyes close and welcomed their press and the darkness behind her eyelids.

They were good. They were fine. He was fine. Then they weren't.

Tashi always knew her heart was fragmented. Tennis, Serena, Patrick. Each one beat independent, for the most part. When they synced was euphoric.

One of her best memories was during her spring break. Patrick had a break before his next tournament, and they packed up in his dingy car to putter back to her parents'. Spending the week there, lounging like house cats, lobbing lazy forehands back and forth and falling asleep every night to Serena's crackling purr and Patrick's heavy arm over her.

It was the most alive she'd every felt.

The game. The game was all that mattered. Not Patrick flaking. Not the absence of her friend. Just the game. That was the piece of her heart still intact.

Then her knee pops sickeningly, releasing out from under her and all she could see was red.

Stanford fans in the stands and her opponent's flushed cheeks, Art's crimson shirt and the pain red-hot behind her eyelids.

The darkness when her eyes shut was a comfort once again. It hides the sight of her swelling, purpling knee. It doesn't stop the pain.

Maybe she'd slip into a blessed unconsciousness.

100 years, Maleficent proclaimed. The princess shall sleep.

She'd never play tennis again, that much was clear. The doctor been almost certain.

Art tried to make her feel better. All she could think of was a familiar rumble she ached for.

She was released to spend a few weeks at her parents, away from the worry of school and her emotional turmoil. A few weeks with Serena, to get back to their routine, to the purrs on her chest and the weaving beneath her feet.

Serena was a bit more careful staying underfoot after her first smell of her braced knee and the sight of her white crutches.

Maybe she'd log her as an emotional support pet, just so she wouldn't loose her whole heart when she went back.

She didn't get that far. She didn't even have the time to get the paper.

Serena fell from Tashi's bed and broke her pelvis a week in. The howl she made was a new noise. One she never should have made.

They spent the whole day at the emergency vet. Tashi's eyes had never been so red-rimmed. She cried, in that sterile waiting room, as they took Serena back and cooed sadly.

She fell into an exhausted sleep, buried in her mother's side with her lip still caught between her teeth.

The doctor's thought the break was suspicious. Cats are usually springier, the vet had said. Even the older ones, like her. She was kind, and caring. Her green scrubs, pattered with paw prints, slowly became orange with Serena's fur. Her hands were warm when they handed her the lab papers.

Bone cancer, the plain black text said, in it's painfully ordinary font. The type that, apparently, had crept through Serena's body and made itself a home in her lungs. It burrowed, unwanted, in the place that held her life. It infected the space right above her heart. Waiting longer, says the vet, would be cruel.

She didn't even look at the amount of tumors they found. Once she saw the double digits she shattered, just that bit more.

The vet gave her time to say her goodbyes. It was all they really could do.

Thirteen years. Thirteen years they'd grown together.

Serena was once bundled in too-big cardboard, clawing energetically at the walls and sinking pinprick claws into her shirt.

Now, she's swaddled in a soft blanket, looking fat and warm but so, so tired.

Tashi holds her on her aching knee and weeps. She presses warm lips press to the forehead of her first friend, her favorite thing. Slender arms cradle this beautiful baby cat to her chest. Serena is sedated, a little medicine for the pain. Her purr's crackling now, muted and rattling. A soft, small paw presses to Tashi's tear-streaked, tawny cheek.

It's time to go, she hears faintly. It feels like she has her head underwater. Her throat and lungs and fingers squeeze as the needle slides in, past fluffed, orange fur. Serena doesn't even flinch. Yet, Tashi feels like she's drowning.

Her form (little, so little. Her baby—) goes limp in her lap.

How's she supposed to survive with no heart?

The next morning arrives with silence. Not even the chirping of the birds.

She curls tight in a too-empty bed and feels her heart wither in her chest.

[tarotofbadkitties]

The real answer to why the only possible outcome in Challengers is the throuple is that if they paired off in any fashion, the third person left out would work ceaselessly to break them up out of unquenchable rage at being abandoned. The movie was legit them repeatedly home-wrecking one another until all three had to come together, just like they did in the first night.

[cowboygideon]

seven year homoerotic friendship with a guy so traumatic you have to steal his girlfriend, marry her, and have a child together just to stave off the gay thoughts

[bigtiddydumbass420]

Challengers rlly introduced me to tropes and stuff tht i previously thought I hated but some reason, i think my fav dyanmic is dom! Tashi and sub! Art . Like dont get me wrong i am a throuple TRUTHER but that dyanmic is tew good . One thing i will say regarding fics showing dom! Tashi and sub! Art is that I slighly disagree with how subby Art is? Like i can totally see having dom moments? Like after a gane where he wins i can def see him man handling Tashi and her being pleasntly surpised y'know

[myladybelle]

Fuck it

I’m on team Patrick, I understand the art girlies, and their love story but I feel like if they didn’t thrive without Patrick and Tashi first they won’t the second time - also whatever happened in Paris seems like, serious and upsetting for the reader.

Even though the breakup reader and Patrick had was serious and upsetting, and crazy of Patrick- I just don’t see a proper future with art and reader after the match. Andddd even though art was still in love with the reader after all these years, I still see him heartbroken if he broke up with Tashi just to be with reader - and that just isn’t going to work.

These may be weird excuses just to see more of Patrick and reader… who knows

first of all, i absolutely love this energy!!! drag art through the mud for what he did in paris (even though you guys don’t know yet lmao) 🗣️🗣️

i personally think that the throuple is solution that would make the most sense, given that both patrick and art have a lot of homoerotic tension in the film and in my fic too tbh. i also think that both art and patrick have done things to hurt the reader, but they happened years ago and there’s always room for forgiveness and choosing love despite all the shit that went down 🩷

your feelings are still valid though, i usually only see people who want the reader with art showing this much enthusiasm so i appreciate this energy from a patrick truther 🥰🥰

[senseofnewness]

Controversial challengers take: Just based on what I gathered from the movie alone, without any fanon interpretation, I don’t think the trio would actually work as a healthy throuple. Imo I don’t think Tashi really needs either one of them. I think she has a sexual attraction to Patrick and has built a life with Art and lives vicariously through his tennis career, but I wasn’t convinced she was genuinely in love with either one. I also see them getting divorced after the events of the movie. :/ I think if she never got injured, she probably would’ve moved on from both.

Also, despite Tashi clearly wanting both Art and Patrick at different times, I never really got the feeling that she actually wanted a relationship with the both of them that also included them being together. If anything, Tashi seemed just as intent on diminishing their relationship as Art was. I think that’s why they lasted so long as a married couple. Tashi provided a way for Art to repress and ignore his bisexuality and specifically his feelings for Patrick. Like at the hotel, she tells Patrick to stay away from them. For me, that behavior doesn’t coincide with the way fans describe Tashi: a woman who loves both men and wants them to be together.

Now. When it comes to my fictional headcanon, I say anything is possible lol but just looking at it from the way I interpreted the subject matter, I don’t get strong throuple vibes here. I think it’s wishful thinking along with people taking the director’s interview comments as gospel.

(staying on anon because I know how some of the girlies like to tussle lmao)

Thank you for your message! You're totally free to your own opinion but I will try to answer with my own thoughts. I still do respect your opinion, I'm very thankful that some people do share their controversial take.

Tbh I never thought they would work as a throuple either but I disagree about Tashi not needing them. She does need them for, as you said, sex with Patrick and tennis for Art. But yeah, I never thought Tashi was really in love with Art. And as for Patrick, I think there is some kind of feelings there. I know I'm a Patashi truther so my words have little value but I always thought her relationship with Patrick was very passionate and what looked the closest to love.

While she was obviously physically attracted to Art at first, I think it was a good thing that it was Patrick who got her number. They do get each others more than anyone else (but I think that's more of a Patrick thing to read people SO WELL).

Without the injury, you are right, they would have been long forgotten. Like Patashi wasn't meant to be for the long run, they both have too much pride. But I don't think Tashi would have even looked at Art. Her career would have been her focus.

As for Tashi diminishing the feelings Art has for Patrick, I agree to a certain extent because she seems to be very open to Patrick's feelings for Art. It's like Patashi would have willingly welcomed a third but Artashi would never include a third. Which makes me often think, Art and his repressed feelings are the part of the throuple that is stopping it from happening.

Thank you for your opinion!

[ghostgirl-22]

Edit: Making this into a rules/info post to avoid spamming.

Rules/Info:

— This blog is generally 18+. Theres a handful of SFW items but it’s easier to assume the opposite. I don’t have the time or energy to police minors or review every blogger for their age. Just know I take no responsibility should you choose to consume content that is labeled as 18+ and NSFW.

—Additionally I warn people where I can but I can’t anticipate every trigger so please use common sense. My writing generally comes from prompts or kinks. If aspects of those things usually bother or offend you don’t read.

— I love all of your asks, legitimately… but I also have a ton of irl responsibilities and I choose to do this during my limited free time because it’s fun. Thank you all for being so respectful and patient with me for that.

— Again, I love your asks and will definitely do my best to answer them all. Even if it takes some time. That said while I’m open to writing most things there are a few things that are hard nos particularly for the challengers trio. Absolutely no hate to anyone who enjoys these things you will just have to find it elsewhere.

Won’t write: rape/non-con, violence/assault, major character death, underage sex ( it’s not always explicitly stated but you can assume all characters I write engaging in nsfw activities are 18+ even in high school), puppy play (not because I don’t enjoy reading it I just can’t write it), gross and blue writing like scat, vomit, blood (piss doesn’t count I was corrupted at a young age so you can send your piss!kink though I won’t promise anything lol). I love to deviate from canon but a full on AU just doesn’t interest me ( i.e. the trio never met, gender-swap, creature fics a la vampires, they play a different sport or have different jobs as in they never played tennis, Lily’s never born, etc).

—FYI I’m a throuple endgame truther and very rarely write x reader particularly when it excludes Tashi (plus I’m not very good at 2nd person). That said I’m not completely closed to the x reader concept and will attempt those prompts if I can.

— Finally, I’m a black girl. Challengers was made with a black girl as the lead and central character. I won’t write anything to disparage her or downplay her role in the story. She’s not too good for them on some exceptional badass black girl narrative. And they’re not too good for her (idc if she’s mean, just like idc if Art is a snake or if Patrick’s a dick). They made their choices, they’re all messy losers that hate and love each other and I believe they deserve each other.

—So obviously, I won’t condone racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, or any other phobia or ism on this blog.

Thank all of y’all for understanding. Challengers fandom is teeny tiny but the vibes are truly immaculate. And coming from lurking in Supernatural and Interview with the Vampire and writing bad marvel fanfic before that, it means so much to chill in such a relaxed fandom with y’all <3

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Whoa! Realizing I can see the dates on your asks. After this next one I’m finally done with the November set 😅😭

I hope y’all can forgive my tendency to take forever to get back to you and always with some fic where I ramble on too long. I’m trying to control myself but I’ve never met a word I didn’t want to repeat at least 3 times in a row followed by a nonsensical dash or an ellipsis😭.

Also please forgive me if I spam a bit more over the next few days. Gonna try and make the most of winter break and lock in when/if I can…

[tarotofbadkitties]

It seemed pretty clear to me that Patrick's plan was to get all three of them in that bed lol. His reaction to Art expressing concern Tashi was going to think they want to fuck her was to remind Art they DO want to fuck her lol. Art made it apparent when he expressed concerns about logistics that he had not added up that Patrick meant "we" in a literal sense. When Patrick said "if it comes to that" in reference to one of them making themselves scarce, it was clear to me that Patrick was already seeing this as a threesome scenario and didn't have the energy to attempt to explain this to Art when he was so determined to be dense about it. Tashi made it clear that she was also seeing the OT3 vision when she asked if anything had happened between the two guys, and even neck-deep into this situation, poor Art's brain block was preventing him from figuring out what sort of situation he was in until she literally invited them both onto the bed.

I suspect whether failed attempts to reach out were made was left an intentional mystery. You can get very different interpretations of not just the events in the film, but the characters as people based on whether you think they happened or not and what events coming to pass motivated them to reach out to one another.

Challengers brain rot. But Thinking in why Patrick was so interested in Art going to that party to met Tashi ?Telling him how she was the sexiest woman alive,why would Patrick want Art to find her sexy and be in the party when Art could be a competition. It won't be better to be alone in that party to have bigger chances with Tashi,and it's interesting because in the original screenplay was like this,he wanted to be the only one in the party ,so they decided to change it when they changed Patrick and Art's dynamic. Also he didn't have problems in inviting her to their room and didn't care about the logistics of both being there at all, contrary to Art.

Also how much did he try to reach Tashi and Art during those 3 years? very interesting he only could reach and find them when Tashi and Art were together and not before. I need fics exploring those years....Ahh

[artdcnaldson]

Yeah but like after. Did he lowkey tell her i know you fucked him or does he just stay silent and move on as if nothing happened (not only the affair, but also the mometary "relationship" they had on the court)

I think he would tell Tashi he knows, and I think he’d be really hurt by it. I think he’d want to try counseling to fix things, but he’s so insecure I think it would lead to divorce eventually.

As u know I am not a throuple truther even though it’s fun.