Iāve been very busy at work which is why I havenāt been very active on here - trying to dedicate as much time as I can to my projects before I take several months off this fall! Babyās healthy and is the size of a cabbage. a CABBAGE. I mean. Just how marvellous is that š„¹
as a reader it's always tricky because i always want more content from you (or other writers), but at the same time I don't want to sound to pushy.
Like please write more, but also do whatever you want because it's a hobby for you and you should enjoy it ?
thanks for saying this anon!! i appreciate it and i completely hear you.
i think thereās 2 ways to go about it, a right way and a wrong way.
the right way: sending requests when the writer has stated that theyāre open to receiving requests. not overwhelming the writer with a large number of requests at once. (if the writer doesnāt respond, maybe wait awhile to ask again, because if theyāre active on their accounts, theyāve probably seen your request.) understanding that thereās no obligation for them to write your request ā just like thereās no obligation for you to read their work. being respectful of boundaries, whether it be ones that the writer explicitly sets or ones that are implied. (this can be more difficult for those who arenāt able to decipher tone, which is completely understandable. i recommend that if youāre unsure if the writerās implied a boundary or not, just ask!!)
i hope this helps! sorry i didnāt organise this info in a better way ā i hope itās not too confusing. if you want more clarification or have a question about that, please let me know! xx
also, fellow writers: if you have anything to add to this, please send an ask!
no bc the way that the only comments on the most recent tashi/art fic are requests for other specific fics and not about that fic like at all is so funny to me šš
that man acts that way in every single interview like it's an imposition for him to be there. nobody held a gun to his head and forced him to go to the met gala he could at least joke around in an interview when the interviewer is trying her best to create a fun environment. he may have "dry humor" but it ain't cute that he acts that way constantly. if it was a woman acting like that in every interview she'd be dragged through the mud and you know it lol
he definitely, 100% only agreed to go to be there with josh & Z who i imagine had to CONVINCE him. lols.
dry humour is so fucking cute if you get it. if you donāt then thatās not anyoneās problem, really. iāve got the same sense of humour and genuinely think yall are getting toooo worked up about something that literally does not matter or is that deep at all.
also, absolutely, women are treated very differently by the media. 10000%. so, whatās your point? are you saying that the media treats women fairly by dragging them through the mud? or are you saying that women are unfairly judged for having similar personalities?
if you meant the latter, then i assure you, we are on the same side here, and misogyny in the media as a whole is not because of one (1) introverted white man! i promise.
please i am begging you all to save your effort for things that matter and are important. or are at least worth your time. this is not that lol
Art kisses Tashi for the first time in 2006, sitting on the shitty motel bed to her right, Patrick to her left. He figures, then, that itāll probably be the only time he gets to kiss her ā something he believes even more when she tells them that the winner of their match the following day will also win her number. Well, he thinks. At least he has one really, really hot memory he gets to keep that involves making out with her.
Four years later, though, Art is not the same man he was at 18. Heād barely been a āmanā back then, at all. Heās still got the same hair even though his both mother and his coach have told him to cut it, and heās still a nuisance with gum in his mouth.Ā
But heās not as passive as he used to be; as unsure of himself. Which has seriously come in handy. Heās annoyed he didnāt get some fucking confidence years ago.Ā
(He sometimes dares to think that if he had, he wouldāve been the one to win her number. But thatās beside the point.)
Itās especially come in handy tonight. He can tell Tashiās noticed the change, impressed by it. Sheād shown up to his training earlier than day, having just arrived in Cincinnati as Katerinaās assistant coach for the tournament. Art hadnāt seen her in six months, not since the Open last summer. It was the longest theyād been apart since meeting each other and thereās a chance that it drove him insane.Ā
And yet, this morning, there she was, waving at him shyly from the side of the court. He noticed her hair first ā she mustāve cut it. It looks shorter and itās incredibly pretty and he doesnāt realize heās staring until his coach barks out his name in frustration.Ā
After catching up after his training ended, theyād settled on dinner at the Applebeeās down the road from the hotel. Heās giddy, for once, which is unfamiliar to 23-year-old Art but all-too-familiar to the version of him who was sucking on the sweet spot below her ear on that shitty motel bed at 18.Ā
Dinner goes well. She looks fucking beautiful and sheās wearing a muted blue dress with these platform heels that make her almost as tall as him. They get beers and a brownie after dinner and all-too-soon theyāre walking out to his Range Rover and he really wants to kiss her.Ā
When he tells her just that, she moves closer to him until their faces are inches apart. Just like the first time, sheās the one who leans in first, but unlike last time, he knows how to kiss her back smoothly and passionately and with all the experience heād built up at Stanford. At first itās sort, sweet, romantic, and theyāre both so focused on it that when the crash of glass bottles sounds across the street, theyāre startled and jump apart dramatically.Ā
She giggles when it happens, and fucking hell itās the most wonderful sound heās ever heard in his life. So wonderful that he has to kiss her again, but this time with more intensity, just in case thereās a way for him to communicate how in love with her he probably is without saying it too early.Ā
Tashi lets out a little sigh or a whimper or whatever the little noise is ā whatever; itās fucking hot, and his dick suddenly his jeans feel too tight. But he needs to hear it again.Ā
Art boldly slides both his hands down from her back to her ass, firmly squeezing her over the fabric of her dress. Fuck the fabric of her dress. He decides itās now in his way: he has the assertiveness now to do everything he wanted to four years ago and heāll be damned if he doesnāt.Ā
This means slipping his hands to the back of her knees, then sliding them up, up her thighs with clear intention and pulling the hem of her dress up with them until they reach their destination and grab at.the bare skin of her ass, barrier-free this time. And fuck him, Tashi literally whines against his lips when he does this. Itās such a perfect sound that he canāt help but back her up against his car and slip his tongue into her mouth.Ā
He keeps one hand firmly groping her ass while the other moves to the back of her head so he can dig his fingers into her hair, guiding her head to tilt so he can ravish her neck and that one sweet spot again. Heās missed it very, very much. This does the trick, and now her pretty sighs and gasps are happening every time she breathes.Ā
āGod, Art,ā she moans desperately, rolling her hips against his blatant hard on, hooking her leg around him. It dawns on him that heās got her legs spread against his car in a fucking Cincinnati parking lot, and fuck, if someone were to see them, theyād get a good view of the panties sheās wearing.Ā
Matter of fact, he doesnāt know what panties sheās wearing. He breaks away from her neck, taking in the view of her flushed cheeks and closed eyes as his travel downwards to her spread thighs.Ā
Art lets out a guttural groan when he sees the lavender-coloured lace.that is literally just lace. He might die here. Heās probably going to die, right here in an Applebeeās parking lot in the middle of fucking Ohio.Ā
(She giggles at his reaction, pulling his face up to kiss him again with her hands in his hair and he changes his mind, because he definitely canāt die if it means not hearing the sound of it as many times as he possibly can. Itās his new addiction.)
The best thing he can do is kiss her back as fiercely as possible, once again, this time finding the strength in him to greedily rut his hips against her slowly. Itās so much more delicious when he knows how thin her panties are; how sensitive she might be. He gets what he decides is confirmation of this when he increases his pace just a bit and she drops her head back in a moan and a curse and his name.Ā
One of his hands have found its way to her inner thigh, and it almost surprises Art as much as it does Tashi when his fingertips reach the hem of the lace, lightly tracing it without crossing a boundary.Ā
Oh, thatās right. Theyāre in a parking lot, still. Heād almost forgotten.Ā
That fact is why heās hesitating to sneak his fingers inside her panties; it might totally cross a line and most people wouldnāt want to get fingered against a car where anyone could see. Sheād have to be insane to actuallyā
āTouch me, Art,ā Tashi whines desperately, glancing down at his teasing fingertips ghosting the delicate fabric.Ā
Fucking hell. The fact that he hadnāt just cum from hearing her say that is miraculous. Heāll be the luckiest man alive if he doesnāt completely embarrass himself when he finds out what she sounds like when she cums.
(He really shouldnāt think about that, actually. Thatās dangerous on its own.)
Holding his breath, he slips his fingers into her panties and the instant wetness he feels has him cursing aggressively under his breath. āFucking Christ, Tashi. Youāre so wet for me. Jesus.ā His fingers drag through her folds and circle her swollen clit ā how the fuck is she so turned on already ā before his pointer and middle fingers slide inside her quickly. Like he needs it. And her body accepts him like she does, too.
When Artās fingers are stuffed all the way inside her, Tashi releases a breath sheād been holding, and it sounds like a pretty sob. She does this again when he flexes his forearm and starts to fuck her on his fingers after a few seconds of taking the sight of her in. āYou gonna be okay?ā He asks carefully, looking back up at her eyes. He knows heās on the brink of losing his goddamn mind and needs to know if she wants this as bad as he does.Ā
āUh huh. Yes.ā Tashi nods impatiently. āNeedĀ it. Cāmon, Art.ā
Yep, sheās just as desperate as he is andĀ this might be the most on top of the world heās ever felt. And he won the French Open last year.
He moves faster, now, cursing at the noise his fingers make when they drill into her, at the squirming of her hips against the Range Rover, at the stuttered gasps coming out of her every few seconds. āYou look so fucking hot right now, angel.ā Words escape him before he even processes them mentally. Itās just too intense of a moment. āSound so pretty when you wanna cum.ā
His words make her moan louder. So he tries his luck.Ā
āTell me how it feels, sweetheart,ā he urges.Ā
āMm-hmm. Good, so good, Art, just donāt stop.ā
āDoes it make it hotter for you, then? Your dress pulled up like this against my car? Where anyone could drive by?ā
She gasps, and he thinks heās ruined it until a gush of wetness coats his fingers even more. āYouāre gonna make me cum,ā she cries.Ā
Heās so hard that he has to grind his hard, denim-covered cock against her upper thigh while he quickens his pace; roughening his thrusts. When she sobs in response, he almost loses it.Ā
Art curls his fingers further and his other hand moves to pin her hip against the car. āYeah?ā
Tashi nods in abandon, meeting his eyes with moist ones as her hips squirm even more against him. āYes, yes, yes, yesāā
He quickly moves his hand from her hip to the side of her neck, tiling her chin up with his thumb so he can watch her cum while he tries desperately to remember every single thing about this moment, everything.Ā
āCum for me, angel. All over my fingers. Youāve done so fucking well.ā He groans, watching her intensely, pleasantly surprised by her ability to maintain eye contact despite being so thoroughly fucked. Sheās so good for this. Good for him.Ā
His words are what get her there; the final push as sheĀ clenches around him like a fucking vice andĀ sobs so pretty, babbling nonsense mostly, mixing in a gasp of his name every few seconds. āFuck, look at you,ā Art moans, grinding his crotch against her thigh subconsciously now.Ā
As Tashi comes down from her high, panting hard, she manages a wrecked, āI need you inside me.ā
Oh, Christ.Ā
āFuck, I want to fuck you so, so bad, Tash, but weāre still in theāfuckā the parking lot.ā His response is rudely interrupted by her hand cupping his cock over his jeans, running her thumb up the side of the imprint of the shaft.Ā
Her next words have a daring, determined tone that heās decidedly just as obsessed with, the same way he is with her laugh and sigh and pleasured sob.Ā
āSo what?āĀ
Sheās going to be the fucking death of him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
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In which the dorm scene leads to a threesome instead of a fight.
Or, Patrick visits Tashi at Stanford and Art gets an invite to her room because his obsession with her is a real turn-on...for both of them. Art doesn't mind this one bit. And really, she owes them for being such a tease back in New Rochelle. Art's been patient enough to deserve what Patrick's already been getting, right?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
this one came to me a few hours ago spontaneously and I'm still working on ACE!, so this is out of the blue but fuck it. hope it works LMAO
Guess what I just uploaded to ao3...probably not the update you expected but, according to certain anons (you know who you are), the one you wanted! I do hope this delivers half of what you all were hoping for, and I'm planning to write the last bit of part 3 and upload that to ao3 as well by next week.
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Organization for Transformative Works
let me know what you think of it in the ao3 comments, or on here if you want to! Love you all xxoxoxooxoxo