Gosh, I haven't been here in soooo long and I'm not sure who are still around or who still remembers me, but... I'm back!
A lot has happened in the past year or so. I have become a full-fledged professional writer now??? How crazy is that?!?!?! Like, people actually have meetings with me and ask me to write things and I do that and we go back and forth and they pay me and they get made!!! W HAT
However, it left little energy for me to write (or even read!) about other stuff, and I realized that I haven't written for my own shits and giggles in so long. I forgot what it was like to write without a brief, or worrying about production notes, or whether we can afford to have this scene made (champagne problems, I know).
But! Point is, I needed to get my spark back, so I'm coming back to my drafts and I'm gonna start trying to write again. I'm currently back on my Will Poulter era, so I'm gonna work on the Chef Luca sequel (Give Me A Minute pt. 1 and pt. 2 btw, icymi), and I'm reaaaally excited! I'll need to retcon a few details and move the setting to Chicago to follow the canon, but otherwise things are looking up!
If you're still here, hi again! missed you! tell me what you've been up to! and if you're new here, hello! nice to meet you! let's be fweeeeends <3
(repeated like a mantra while rubbing my temples) i will stay silly and not allow the world to make me bitter and cruel. i will stay silly and not allow the world to make me bitter and cruel. i wi
ok ok ok so!!! one of my biggest points of hyperfixations is imagining little soft silly moments arttashi have together??? like i know we see them at the most tension-filled times, but cmon. “youre evil” and the hand bite is so unserious 🫠
so, my question to you is, whats your favorite soft headcanon you got of them? ✨
same!!! this is one of the reasons why i don’t agree with the general fandom interpretation that their relationship was miserable for the entire time they were together. even during two weeks when we see them at their lowest, we see little glimpses of them being silly and unserious with each other. that bite, her giggle, and then her whacking his leg afterwards are so dear and so precious to me!!!
my fave soft headcanon i have of them is that tashi likes playing with art’s hair. it starts when he has his blond curls when they’re early in their relationship, and they’re either lying in bed together or watching tv, and she starts playing with his hair, completely unaware of the fact she’s doing it. and then it winds up just being a thing. even when he gets his haircut (shorn sheep art donaldson in 2019, i will love you forever!!!), she plays with his hair. several times throughout the movie, she touches his hair, and it’s always in a very soft, loving way. there’s also something particularly special to me about how she she plays with his hair in the hotel room after she says she’s going to leave him if he doesn’t win and then when she realizes he’s too distraught to have sex. those two specific moments are very intimate, and i love them SO much.
so this is me yapping and taking the long way to say my fave soft headcanon i have about them is that tashi loves to play with art’s hair 🥰
i can just imagine art’s stomach doing FLIPS when she first started doing this. all those days of her drilling him on court and coming back to the hotel room, lying on her lap while he reads her the room service menu 🥺🤭 ive always thought art is lowkey vain especially when it comes to his hair, and tashi is partly the reason why lolll
also that pov shot of her hand stroking his hair to the back of his neck still haunts my mindddd!!! there’s also that small moment where art’s face crumbles and tashi’s hand is there on top of his head like svskvsjvsjvsuvusbskn
Justin Kuritzkes's said Art and Patrick outfits in the final match were inspired by Roger Federer vs Tennys Sandgren in the quarter-finals of Australian open 2020.
a/n: i wrote this for blowjob day for challengerstober, and it was originally just for fun and shared in-house with a gc because it was too short to publish, but i guess if i'm here on tumblr, and shorter fics are encouraged, i might as well drop it????? title for this mini-fic comes from "the alchemy" by taylor swift
After the post-match press interview, the second she can get him alone, Tashi is on top of Art. She locks the door to the training room behind her and practically jumps, pulling him to her with heavy, open-mouth kisses. His hair is still wet from his shower, which makes it easier to push off his face with each ferocious kiss she steals from him.
“You’re going to the final,” she pants into his lips. “You’re going to the fucking final.”
“Yeah,” he groans, the word coming out more like an animalistic grunt than an actual word in the English language.
“Do you know how incredible that is, baby?” Tashi shoves her hands down his joggers and finds his cock already swelling through his underwear. She palms him through the thin fabric and listens to the sharp hiss of his breath, satisfaction pooling low in her pelvis and between her legs. “Your first fucking French Open, and you’re going to the final.”
Art grabs her face and kisses her hard. He’s all hands as his fingers tangle in her hair, all heavy breaths and open mouth inhales in between kisses. Tashi practically whimpers when his teeth catch her lower lip, and her hands falter in their race to give him the quickest, hardest erection of his entire life. As Art kisses the breath out of her, she remembers the look he’d given her at the end of the second set. He was down two sets, and Tashi had been sitting in his box with her shoulders locked tight, her thighs clenched, and her fists balled. He had looked at her and met her stare.
Get it together, she’d told him from across the court. Focus. Make him run. Wear him out.
He’d stared at her, blinked, and then looked away to go change out his racket and rehydrate. After that, he’d gotten his shit together, and he’d taken the match, sliding into the final point. Literally. The shot that scored him the win had forced him into his best Djokovic-inspired slide, ending with him nearly in the splits, covered in red clay and looking equally as stunned as everyone in the stands had.
Tashi’s heart skips a beat as Art kisses his way from her mouth back to her ear and down to her neck. He’s got her pelvis pressed against him, and he’s grinding into her, pushing his knee in between her thighs. Moaning softly, she lets herself go boneless in his arms for just a moment. “You did so well, Art. You’re so good. So fucking good.”
His hips press into her hard, his breath hot against her neck. “Fuck.”
“Jacket. Off. Now.”
Art doesn’t hesitate to yank at the zipper of his sleek Adidas jacket. Tashi watches his eyes darken with combined curiosity and want, snatching the jacket from his grasp before he has time to ask what she’s doing. Without hesitating, she balls the jacket up and tosses it down onto the floor before lowering herself onto her knees. She looks up at Art and sees the hunger in his face deepen once he realizes that she’s taken his jacket to pillow her knees against the floor.
“Oh my God,” he whispers. “Fucking hell.”
Tashi doesn’t speak, but she lets her hands do the talking for her. She curls her fingertips into the elastic waistband of his joggers and then his underwear, and she sharply tugs them down over his hips, freeing his erection. Art’s cock is flushed pink, and it stands thick and long as it bobs in front of her. She swipes her thumb over the head, spreading the pre-come that leaks from the tip. Pressed back against the door, Art looks down at her with those heated blue eyes of his, and he unconsciously flexes his hands in an effort to keep from grabbing at her.
“You did so good, Art,” she breathes, bringing her mouth to the base of his cock. She brushes her lips against him and sighs heavily where he can feel her breath skate over his sensitive skin. Shuddering, his hips jerk, and Tashi lifts a hand to cup his balls. She mouths at his cock, letting her tongue flick out in delicate little teases that make his eyebrows furrow in tight concentration. “You’re so good, aren’t you? You knew what I was telling you to do out there. You were beautiful. You’re so, so beautiful.”
She sees him bite the inside of his cheek, and she flashes him a filthy, wicked grin before pressing a wet, open kiss to the underside of his erection. His moan is like candy, and heat gathers in her chest as she finally gives them what they both want. No longer teasing, she wraps her hand around his base, and she takes her husband’s cock in her mouth. Art’s groan is more like a cry, and Tashi doesn’t waste any time swallowing him all the way to the back of her throat. He thickens, a short spurt of pre-come landing on her tongue in a way that makes Tashi hum around him. His hips jerk, his face crumpling, and Tashi sets a rough, quick pace.
Art can barely keep his eyes open, but Tashi’s gaze remains trained on his face. As she hollows her cheeks and sucks him hard, her tongue pressed against the sensitive underside of his head, his voice comes out nearly as a shout. At some point, his hand makes its way to her face, and his thumb brushes over her cheek before going back to tangle in her hair again. Tashi’s free hand goes to his hip, and she moans when she feels him start to thrust into her mouth. The vibrations of her lips around him and the new sensation of controlling how fast and how deep he can go seems to spur Art on, and Tashi can feel how close he is.
She lets him move and control the motions, and with each passing second, she can feel how his balls draw up and tighten as he gets closer to coming. She hums around him again, and his mouth falls completely open.
“Tashi,” he groans. His grip on her hair loosens enough to let her pull away if she wants to, but she increases the suction of her mouth, staring up at him with large, encouraging eyes. Art’s gaze meets hers, and he grunts from the exertion it’s taking to hold back his orgasm. She blinks slowly up at him, and with a low, choked sound that’s more of a sob than a moan, Art stops holding back, and he lets himself come. He comes in her mouth, looking absolutely wrecked as his hips stutter, his cock twitching and spurting as he empties himself. Tashi keeps her gaze trained on him, on how utterly broken and powerful he looks all at once, and she waits until he’s done. He shudders with oversensitivity as Tashi swallows, but he manages to open his eyes and look at her. Delicately, she wipes her bottom lip with her thumb, and it’s like with that one gesture, his knees stop working. He lets his legs buckle, and he slides down the door until he’s seated on the floor in front of her. He breathes heavily and just stares at her with watery, glassy eyes.
“Oh my God,” he pants. Already, he’s reaching for her, wanting to pull her into him, and she lets him, giggling as she gets a little tangled in his half-discarded joggers. “Oh my God.”
“You ok?” she asks, her voice low and husky the way it always is after she gets him in her mouth like that.
“Yeah…I think…fuck. Oh my God.”
She laughs and leans forward to kiss him, her smile widening at how he can barely get his lips to move to kiss her back. “We’ve only got a couple more minutes until someone’s going to come looking for us or want to use this room.”
“I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Incorrect. You’re not allowed to die until after you win the final.”
“You’re evil.”
“Maybe. But I can think of an incentive.”
“Mm?”
She lowers her voice to a whisper. “If this is the reward you get for being good in the semi-final, just imagine the reward you’ll get for winning the actual final.”
“You’re evil,” he repeats but this time with a beautiful, easy smile that’s the most relaxed she’s seen from him in a while.
When she kisses him again, it’s slow and sweet, and she pours every ounce of praise she can convey in a simple, single gesture into the kiss. She pulls back and grins at him.
did this get lost in the tags how did i miss this BC JESUS
first of all, im surprised tashi managed to keep herself together until AFTER the post match interview bc i wouldn’t lol. baby’s first french open and he’s going to the final?? im curious to find out who he played here and who he’s facing in the finals, according to you!
“you did so good” made me fucking melt into the floor 🫠 im obsessed. and the faistism of art biting the inside of his cheek!!! i knew he’s a thicc boi, he gotta be 🤭 goshhhh. no words just locked the fuck IN.
and ahhh love the little banter and callback to “you’re evil” in the end! they really are the bestest and the most.
im so happy you decided to share this with the world! love your writing always!!!
