#mike x jenny

[kengwisi]

if i had a nickel for every time Mike accidentally got into a polycule, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

[juniusgirl]

Someone talking about their interests: "sorry, you probably don't want to hear all this."

Me, who has 42 video essays on subjects i have literally never thought of before saved to watch later: "you don't know my mind!"

[ectonurites]

IT’S JUST AN ACCIDENT THAT YOUR PARENTS ARE YOUR PARENTS

JENNY HOLZER, 'TRUISMS' x STRANGER THINGS

[emerald57]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!!

I FINALLY FINISHED

THIS TAKES GODDAMN LONG TIME TO FINISH

But this art might be the best one I’ve ever drew

Anyway here’s Jeremike and Jophie

[fazafras-pizza]

Happy Halloween!!!

Bonus:

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Update Polls Pt. 1 (Flashfam Fics)

The Brother Trap: Owen wants to connect with his half-brothers for the first time. Luckily for him, they all go to the same university. Will bad blood between twins keep Owen from the family of his dreams, or is he the missing piece they've always needed?

Traveler's Guide to Yesterday: Owen is stranded in his present (a time he's never been to) while traveling through the past in search of his soul mate. He needs a con artist's help to repair his timepiece and return to the past.

Would It Kill You?: Thad lives a secluded life as a funeral director and hasn't seen his family in years. However, a letter from his Aunt Helen and a phone call from his brother convince him to visit home. Not without reinforcements, though.

Central City Lemonade Stand: Teeny Tiny Thad spends the summer with Grandpa Barry and Grandma Iris.

Human Cannery Co.: Conner helps Thad redeem himself.

Ball Lightning: Jenni Ognats volunteers to sponsor Thad during his rehabilitation. While under the care of Clark Kent and Lois Lane-Kent, Jenni and Thad attend Midvale High School. Thad struggles to find his identity outside of his conditioning. He must make friends, function in a new school, and a new city. As he regains privileges and freedoms, will he make the right decisions or will he betray the trust of those who fought for his freedom?

[martinskiseyes]

not jennie arriving in the monsters university cap

[doromoni]

Not Over the Papaya | OP81

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Ships : Oscar Piastri x Popstar! Reader , Ex!Lando Norris x Popstar! Reader

Genre : Fluff Smau

A/N : As promised ~ part 9 😌. Oh listen to the songs later okki? Oh~ and of course I dont claim the songs, they belong to their rightful owners

Face claim : Jennie Kim

Songs : i hope ur miserable until ur dead - Nessa Barrett, Poison Poison - Renee Rapp, 10 Thing I Hate About You - Leah Kate

Warnings : Cursing, Grammatical Errors.

Summary : Y/N and Oscar cope with their own breakups by making the Heartbreak Club.

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*incoming call from Y/bf

Pick up or decline

Pick up

“Hello?”

“Y/N! where tf are you??”

“I just woke up… I’m still in bed. Are you ok? why do you sound so panicked??”

“Y/N where is Oscar??”

“ I think he went to the track early for FP1. I’ll join him later… why?”

“Listen. I need to drop the call , i’m in the studio and they’re about to start filming. open your messages!!”

call ended

Notification : You received a message from Y/bf

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“Hi, Osc. I know you don’t want to talk to me right now. I’m very sorry”

“I just want you to know that I will be doing something that might cause McLaren’s PR team trouble. I want you to know before hand, I don’t want you to have more doubts about me.”

“Please drive safe my luv. I love you, no matter what”

*Calling Prod. Mike

*Ringing

*Ringing

“Hi Mike. I want the discarded songs after all”

“Really?? are you sure. All three??”

“Yes, all of it”

“Ok… when should we release it?”

“Today.”

“TODAY?!”

“Yes, Mike today”

call ended

Y/N.

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Y/N. lies, lies, and more lies. I’m not surprised.

“Until Ur Dead” EP OUT NOW.

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Take Me Home - Part 5

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 

Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from. 

AN: Welcome back, friends! We’re gonna start ramping up from here on out.

Word Count: 5K

Tags/Warnings: Angst and tension, a bit of heartbreak, a little Shakespeare, and another small cliffhanger…

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Part 5: Not That Simple

“I’m keeping close tabs on Carla and Emily just to be safe,” Beau admitted. 

Your face became the picture of concern. But before you could respond, a man approached the table, tall and lean, with a shaggy cut of dark blonde hair. He wore a pair of faded jeans, boots, and a gray Chicago FD t-shirt. 

Your face paled, and your mouth parted in surprise. 

“Hey there, stranger,” he said with a smile. 

“Michael?” you gasped. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Beau’s eyes widened. Michael was younger than him, closer to your age. And cocky too.  

“Hey, baby,” Michael said. His smile quirked with charm, but his next words were anything but charming. 

“We need to talk,” he said, raising his brows.

“We actually don’t,” you retorted in a firmer voice. Cold even. You straightened in your seat. 

Beau saw none of your softness and good humor from earlier. This was a different woman, and he was actually proud of you for standing your ground. Though he realized then that he’d never gotten on your bad side. (He hoped he never did.)

Michael frowned, sighing through his nose. He seemed to expect your reaction, to an extent, but was still disappointed. His gaze slid to Beau. 

Seeming to realize his manners were lacking, he reached out his hand.

“Sorry for interrupting. Michael Hadley,” he greeted.

Beau stared at the other man’s hand for a moment. Instead of shaking it, he held all his true thoughts inside and flashed the newcomer an easy grin, as well as the badge on his belt. 

“Sheriff Arlen,” he replied, raising a brow. “So you’re Michael.”

Michael met your eyes briefly, then Beau’s again. Michael’s hand lowered back to his side.

“So she’s talked about me,” he said.

Beau’s eyes were sharper when they took the other man in. 

“Oh, believe you me, that’s not something to brag about, Mike.”

You had to bite your lip so you wouldn’t smile. Michael’s politeness thinned, but just as his mouth opened to offer a retort, Cassie and Jenny returned with the drinks.

“Hi, there,” Jenny said with civility (sort of), but her blue eyes raked over Michael in an assessing way. She’d clocked your surprise and discomfort from across the room.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to stop the party,” Michael said, making you want to scoff.

Of course you did, you thought.

“I’m Michael, her fiancé,” he tried to introduce himself with an outstretched hand. Jenny also ignored that hand in order to set down the drinks.

It gave you the opportunity to interject with some reality.

“You’re missing an ex in there. As in no longer, and wish we’d never been,” you said. You crossed your arms and met Michael’s annoyed look with your firm one.

He eventually sighed and rested a hand on the back of the booth, behind your seat. You twisted to face him, but you were purposeful in leaning away from him.

Beau had to just watch the scene unfold. He didn’t like the way Michael leaned in, crowding your personal space when you were clearly trying to create distance.

“Can we talk?” Michael asked you. “Please?”

For a moment, you paused with indecision. You didn’t want to make a scene here in the middle of a bar. Not in front of your friends, where half of them were police officers. You didn’t want to stop them from having a good time either.

You met Cassie and Jenny’s eyes, and finally Beau’s. Despite the controlled, almost lazy way he’d handled Michael, you could see he didn’t look happy. You sighed.

“Sorry. Give me a minute,” you said. You got up out of the booth and went with Michael to a somewhat private corner across the restaurant.

Meanwhile, Beau tried not to seem like he was keeping an eye on you two. Cassie and Jenny were too, while sipping on their respective drinks.

“What’s the story there?” Cassie asked.

“Cheating ex,” Beau supplied.

“Great,” Jenny said wryly. Her lips pursed as she met Cassie’s knowing frown. They’d been there before.

Cassie turned to Beau and bumped his shoulder with her own. 

“You okay there, Sheriff?” Cassie asked him. Beau flashed her a look that showed he was unsettled. 

“I’ve got another one to add to the punch list,” he replied.

“I can’t believe you’d ambush me like this!” you whisper-yelled.

Michael crossed his arms in defense. The two of you ducked a server who was coming in hot with a plate of buffalo chicken wings.

“You came all the way to Montana? For what?” you continued. “I already said everything I had to say to you last year. And at Mary’s funeral. Thanks again for that, asshole.”

“That’s such a lie! You wouldn’t even talk to me at the funeral,” Michael shot back. “And you haven’t been answering my calls, my emails. What the hell was I supposed to do?”

“You’re supposed to respect me,” you snapped. Though you couldn’t help the emotion making your voice shake, just a little. “You’re supposed to respect me, and my choices. That’s what you’re supposed to do. But I don’t know why I should expect you to start now."

You started to walk away from him, but he grabbed at your hand. You turned back around and jerked your hand out of his grasp.

“It’s over. It’s been over for months. Damn near a year,” you said. “What do you want?”

He looked down at you through sad eyes under his furrowed brows.

“I never wanted it to be over,” he said quietly.

“Well, you pretty much made that decision for us,” you said, crossing your arms. You didn’t know whether it was to stand firm, or to shield yourself. “And I’m done. Quite frankly, I could live the rest of my life without seeing you again.”

“Come on. You don’t mean that,” he said.

He genuinely looked gutted, which was the confusing part. You shook your head and tried to blink the frustrated tears out of your eyes.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” you said.

“I want to say I’m sorry. And I am, more than you know. I want…I want to ask if you can forgive me,” he all but pleaded. He touched your arms, not quite grasping. For the first time since you’d known him, he seemed desperate. “Look, you know how hard it was for me to come out here and beg like a dog, but here I am…because I still love you.”

You were shocked into silence for a moment, but not out of happiness.

Then, you had to sigh. You held up a hand against his chest, a subtle move at pushing him away. 

“I can’t give that to you. Even your apology is hollow. Because what you did…” you said, on a halting breath. “You did it to me for years, Michael. Pretty much from the beginning of our relationship, if it ever was one.” 

You shook your head as a tear made its way down your cheek. 

“And if you could do that, then you never really loved me,” you said.

Michael’s eyes fell away, to hide the emotion stinging in them.

“So…just go home,” you told him. “Be with Kate if you want. I could really give a shit.”

Once again, Michael held your wrist when you tried to leave, this time more gently. He met you with frustrated blue eyes. Those eyes you used to drown in. 

“She’s not you,” he said. 

You slipped out of his grip and uttered a laugh devoid of all humor.

“That, you should’ve known from the beginning,” you said.

He was hurt.

And when he was hurt, he tended to cover it up with anger. His jaw began to work with frustration.

“What, so you’re just going to run away? Live in this dusty piece of shit town until you die?” he said, with the derision you’d come to expect from him when he didn’t get what he wanted. 

“Go home, Michael,” you repeated. “I’m not going back.” 

“Everything okay?” Beau asked, when you finally returned to the table. He didn’t tell you that he, Jenny, and Cassie had been watching on standby, in case Michael tried to press his luck and get more grabby. It had taken everything within Beau to stay in his seat for the past ten minutes.

You gave him a smile and took up the shot of tequila Cassie had brought for you. You downed it and grimaced at the burn.

“I’m good,” you said, with a bit of difficulty. Part of you felt accomplished, that you’d faced Michael and hadn’t let him soften your resolve. Yet there was a big part of you—not so deep down—that felt like utter crap.

“Sorry for the unnecessary drama,” you muttered. 

Jenny gave you a more serious look. One that said she had no problem stepping in if she needed to.

“If you ever feel unsafe, just let one of us know,” she said. 

“That’s right. If he doesn’t leave it alone, all you need to do is call,” Beau added. Cassie echoed that sentiment with a nod. You met Beau’s gaze, despite the uncertainty inside you.

If you need me, call me, his eyes said. 

You nodded then, with a thankful smile. 

Beau couldn’t help it. He felt protective of you. It welled up in his chest and simultaneously felt heavy like a stone. And he could admit, if just to himself, that it was in the personal sense. 

He tried to remember that his life was complicated right now. Too complicated probably, for all of that…but he cared about you. And he didn’t want to see you hurt.

Out of the corner of his eye, Beau spotted Michael Hadley at the bar. He was drinking a beer with an angry frown, and no good written all over his face.

Carla called Beau in a tizzy yesterday morning. 

Not only had Avery bought a gun, but he’d given her some unhinged, quasi- “If I die” speech that had freaked her the hell out. 

In searching Avery’s vacant hotel room, Beau found the missing pages of Paige’s journal. Pages that contained a seed phrase passcode to unlock the $15 million crypto account she and Luke had stolen. 

If Avery had those pages, then it only confirmed that Avery had made a play for the money in order to save his failing business. He was attempting to break the encrypted code to unlock the account, likely for the shady-ass people Paige stole the money from in the first place.  

Naturally, Beau had gone looking to bring the man in for questioning. He’d found Avery at a different, much seedier hotel, being led away by another man who walked and talked like a killer. Beau rightly assumed he was a hitman, gunning for Avery, and quite literally about to take out the trash.

Maybe the people he was working with were tired of waiting on him to unlock the account. Or maybe he’d already done it, and now they’d decided they didn’t need him anymore.

Beau was able to save Avery’s life, shooting the hitman. Then he’d arrested Avery. In return for that save, Avery had been giving Beau the runaround all night, with a side helping of audacity. 

“What’s your plan here, man?” Beau asked. He leaned forward in his chair across from Avery’s. A narrow table lied in between them within the small holding cell for questioning. 

“New identity? Thailand? Or maybe you’re not into the whole heat thing. Maybe Winnipeg,” Beau posed, with all due sarcasm. “You see, these people don’t forgive. And they don’t forget. And the ones that steal from them rarely die alone, which means you have put Carla, and you’ve put my daughter into danger. Did you even think about that?”

Right about now, Beau himself was beyond forgive and forget. In fact, he was irate. But he held it all down beneath a thin line of professionalism, despite the fire in his eyes. 

Avery rested his elbows on the table as well.

“Everything I’ve done has been to protect my family. That’s all you need to know,” he said. “You on the other hand. You’ve made quite the mess, haven’t you? Killing that man put us all in more danger.”

He then leaned back in his chair, as if he held all the cards, and Beau was just a monkey wrench in his plans. It was a good front, but Beau saw right through it all. Avery was bluffing through his ass.

Still, he put on a good show.

“And now I’d very much like to speak to my lawyer,” he said. 

It took everything within the sheriff to stop himself from reaching across the table, grabbing the other man by the collar, and yanking him down hard on the table, face-first. 

Instead, he got up from his seat, deceptively calm. The only explosion of his rage came when he kicked his chair hard on his way out, making it slide across the room and hit the wall. He yanked the cell door open and closed it firm behind him.

He knew he couldn’t hold Avery, not even on Paige’s journal pages. As Avery had so cleverly pointed out, the money hadn’t been reported stolen (why would criminals drop a dime on themselves?). So Beau would let Avery go, for now. All he could do was wait for the cocky son of a bitch to mess up, even more than he already had. 

Beau hated waiting.

But his next step was returning to his office and calling Carla. He asked her to join Emily in staying with him, until this thing with Avery blew over. Likely the people he was working with knew where he lived, knew how to find Carla and Emily. 

Carla sounded shaken even on the phone, but she agreed.

“Is Emily at work right now?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’ll tell her,” Carla said, releasing a breath. “I’ll take her to your place again tonight, and I’ll bring an overnight bag for myself.”

“Good,” he said. “Thank you.”

After hanging up, Beau leaned back in his office chair and covered his bearded face with his hands. He rubbed at his tired eyes. What the hell do I do now? 

The answer eluded him, especially when a knock sounded against his door, disturbing his thoughts. He sighed.

“Yeah?”

“It’s me,” you answered from behind the door. “I come bearing baked goods.”

Beau’s eyes widened in surprise. He beckoned you to come in, and so you did. 

“Working hard, or hardly working?” you teased.

The sight of you was a balm to his frayed mind. Your familiar face, your pretty yellow sundress, the way you’d done your hair. It all managed to kick up his smile at seeing yours. Not to mention the delicious smelling basket you carried on your arm. The top was covered with a red checkered cloth. 

“Hey, there. How’re you doin’?” he greeted, trying to hide the brunt of his former frustration and worry behind a more upbeat attitude. 

He knew he hadn’t done well enough when your smile began to fall. 

“Sorry, did I come at a bad time?” you asked in concern. “Deputy Poppernak told me I could stop in real quick…”

Beau shook his head and waved you in. “It’s all right. Come in, please.” 

He stood and walked around his desk to sit on its edge. 

“I have a feeling I’m gonna want whatever’s in that basket,” he added, nodding at the whicker you carried. You offered it to him, and your warm hand brushed his on the exchange. 

“Just a little something,” you said. “And an apology for making a scene at the bar last night.”

Beau frowned. “You’re not really blaming yourself for that, are you?”

Though he soon brightened, whistling lowly when he found a half dozen chocolate chip muffins under the checkered cloth. A smile grew across his face when it dawned on him. The first thing you offered him when he met you was this very same treat. 

He had a feeling your muffins would be even better. (...And he tried not to think about the potential double meaning there.)

“Damn, between you and your aunt Denise, I’m gonna have to start running again,” he quipped. His eyes met yours in amusement. “And between you and me, I freakin’ hate running.”

You chuckled at that. “I’m more of a yoga girl, myself.”

Beau’s brows rose in interest, but again, he tried not to picture you in some tight-ass yoga pants.

“Thank you for this,” he said, instead, waving the basket of muffins. He set it down beside him on the desk. “I definitely needed a pick-me-up today.”

You searched his face and began to frown at what you saw there. He both looked and sounded…tired, down. Not himself. 

You drew closer and chanced resting a hand on his arm. “Hey, are you okay?”

Beau glanced down at your hand. He took in a deep breath through his nose before he met your gaze again.

“Yeah, don’t you worry. Everything’s fine,” he said. You gave him a somewhat chiding look.

“Beau, you don’t have to tell me it’s okay when it’s not,” you said.

He considered you ruefully. He should’ve known you were perceptive enough to see right through him. Or maybe he was just a shit actor. 

He blew out a breath and nodded. “I asked Carla and Emily to stay with me for the next few days. At least until this investigation of Avery plays out.”

Your patient expression melted into worry. You had a feeling he wouldn’t do that unless things were truly dangerous. 

“See, that’s what I didn’t wanna see,” he said, lightly bumping a curled finger under your chin. Despite yourself, you smiled a little. “I just want them where I can see them, is all.” 

He was putting on a good front, but you weren’t convinced. And Beau could see that. He nodded at you to change the subject. 

“Has Mike tried to contact you?” he asked. It was your turn to let out a sigh.

“Only two calls and eleven texts before lunch, but I’m not answering. He’ll get the hint and go home soon,” you said. 

But Beau was perceptive too. He knew you well enough to read your added thoughts as you frowned and looked away. It said, At least, you hope he will. 

Beau wanted to reassure you, not just to help make you feel safe, but because his gut churned with both unease and anger at the thought of that guy harassing you. 

Beau reached out and gave into the temptation to stroke a thumb across your cheek, earning not just your attention, but your widening eyes. 

“Hey. No more worrying, huh?” he said. His voice was quieter, warmer. He gave you a smile, along with an assured look.

“If anything happens—” he started to say, but you actually beat him to it. You held his hand to your cheek, surprising him this time.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve got the sheriff on speed dial,” you said. Your smile was sweet and teasing. 

Beau had to smile back. His gaze roamed your face. Then your eyes dipped down to his lips. There was heat between you, prickling across your skin and zipping up his spine. It was an inevitable, raw kind of feeling.

He wanted, more than anything, to lean in those precious few inches and find out what you tasted like… He wanted nothing more than to haul you up on this desk, hands sliding up the skirt of that sundress.  

But he held himself back with more self-control than he thought himself capable of. His hand fell away from your cheek. You looked up at him in confusion, and a bit of hurt.

“I’m sorry,” he said, in a lowered voice. “My life is…complicated.”

“And mine’s not?” you countered.

“Not the same,” Beau said. “Trust me. I uh, I’ve got some things in my past that I’m not proud of. Let’s just say you’re better off steering clear.”

“Let’s just say?” you repeated. Your brows drew together in frustration. “Why don’t you just say it? God knows you know everything about my messy life.”

Beau sighed. His gaze fell away from yours. 

“It’s not that simple, darlin’,” he said. 

He saw your disappointment, tinged with disbelief. As much as he didn’t want to hurt you, he also didn’t really have time to explain things properly to you. The truth was, he didn’t have time for this. 

“Look—” he tried, but you cut him off.

“No. It’s fine, I guess,” you said. You looked down at your shoes and muttered, mostly to yourself. “Em was right. You are an old clam.”

“What?” Beau asked in confusion. 

You shook your head and withdrew from him. 

“Okay, sorry. I just…you know what? I need to go,” you stumbled over your words a bit, and you backed away.    

It had Beau feeling at a loss already, not to mention the lance of guilt hitting him between the ribs. He stretched out a hand to you.

“Wait—”

You were too quick for him to stop, however. He watched you leave his office in a hurry, and mentally kicked himself all the while. He sighed and looked over at what you’d left behind—the damn basket of muffins. They smelled heavenly. Torturing him. 

Damn it all, he thought, until he played back the reel of what you’d said in his mind.

“Old clam?” he repeated. 

Once again, a knock on his office door disturbed his thoughts. Except this time, it was Deputy Poppernak.

He stopped short, seeing the furrowed look of confused, guilty frustration on the sheriff’s face. 

“Everything okay, boss?” 

“Fine,” Beau said, shaking his head. “What d’you got?”

Poppernak hesitated for a second, but he held up a file that he passed along. 

“Here’s everything I could dig up on the guy from the hotel shooting,” he said. 

 Good, Beau thought. A worthy distraction. 

You gave Poppernak a belated wave on your way out. You didn’t want to answer any questions or talk to anyone else. You just wanted to escape to your car, where you covered your face with your hands and tried to breathe through the tears stinging in your eyes.

Once again, you felt stupid. Your heart was racing in the worst of ways.

So you peeled out of the police station and headed home…

Or rather, you almost headed home. When you saw Dewell & Hoyt P.I. coming up on the right side of the road, you turned into the parking lot and went inside to see if your aunt was working. 

Cassie wasn’t in, but Denise and Emily were. You greeted them both with warm hugs (and you tried to hide your frustrations from the latter, especially). 

“What brought you in, hun?” Denise asked. 

“Nothing really. I was just in the area and decided to pop in,” you replied with a shrug. Denise smiled and rubbed your arm.

“Well good. Em’s actually going on a coffee run for us. You want anything?”

“No, no, I’m good,” you said. 

“You sure?” said Emily. “I can get you a banana bread or something.”

You smiled and shook your head, touching her arm in thanks. “It’s okay, honey. I just had lunch not too long ago.”

“Okay. Oh hey! Did you ask Dad about being on the podcast?” Emily asked. 

You blinked as you went blank for a moment. The last thing you wanted to do right now was see that man (even if your heart called you a liar). You narrowly kept yourself from lying to Emily as well.

“Uh, yeah, we did talk about it. He’s on board with the idea,” you said, trying to give her a smile. Maybe it didn’t reach your eyes, but Emily seemed to buy it. She smiled back in triumph.

“Yes! Okay, this is good. Now I just gotta start thinking of some questions and we’ll set a date to record the first episode,” she said, doing a little fist pump into the air. 

You tried to match her enthusiasm, but you knew you were falling short. Denise could see it too. Lucky for you, Emily ran off to get to the nearby bakery, the excitement keeping her face bright all the while. 

Denise turned to you knowingly. 

“Okay, grab a seat. I’ll make us some tea, and you can tell me what’s got you looking white as a sheet,” she said.

You sighed and sat down in the lounge area—a seating of couches and a chaise. You sat on the couch while Denise took the chaise. And between mugs of jasmine tea, you told her everything that happened at the precinct when you went to visit Beau.

When you were done explaining, Denise looked contemplative and sympathetic. However, you knew there was more to that look. 

“Okay. Honey, I know you don’t want to hear this, but he’s in a complex situation right now,” she said. “Between investigating Avery, and how it’s falling back on Carla and Emily—”

“I know. He told me about that,” you said. You were worried about them too. While you didn’t know Carla all that well, your friendship with Emily meant something to you. And not just because you had some…unnamed feelings for her father. 

Your bond with Emily had started at that damned camp, and solidified the night of Mary’s murder. “Trauma bonding” was a thing for a reason. But besides that experience, you genuinely enjoyed the girl’s company, hearing her talk about her interests in school, careers she was considering after college, and even helping her explore her creative side. She was young, but she was bright and mature for her age. 

You cared about what all this was putting her through…though you finally realized that Emily might not be comfortable with the thought of “you and Beau.”

“I don’t want to upset Emily with all this either,” you admitted. “I don’t even know what she thinks of her dad possibly dating again.”

And something else you hadn’t considered. Could all this shakeup between Avery and Carla, not to mention her and Emily staying at Beau’s place now…

“God. Maybe he wants to get back together with his ex-wife,” you realized, with some small shock. 

It wasn’t inconceivable, and it had tears welling up in your eyes for a whole different reason.

"Oh, honey, you don't know that," Denise started to say. You shook your head and set down your tea.

“You know what? I’m just gonna go home,” you said, but Denise tried to keep you with gentle hands on your arms.

“Come on. You don’t have to go,” she said. 

You shook your head and eased out of her grasp. 

“Sorry. I just…it’s his choice, and if he’s already made it…” you trailed. You didn’t want to even acknowledge that your heart was fracturing. “Well, if that’s the case, then I have to respect that.”

Denise didn’t know what else to say to you. But that was just as well. 

“Tell Em I’m sorry, but I had to go,” you said. 

Denise protested, but you left Dewell & Hoyt before your tears could fall in earnest. 

When you actually got home, you were exhausted. It was a case of emotional stress weighing down your body as you forced yourself up the stairs to your second-floor apartment.

You didn’t bother changing. Instead, you grabbed a familiar book of plays from your desk and dropped yourself onto the couch. You got comfortable with Much Ado About Nothing. You hadn’t finished reading it while at the camp, and you needed to brush up on it if you were going to be mentally prepared for the coming school year.

It felt like a world away, but at least with the characters in Much Ado, you had familiar ground. In the scene you were reading, the main characters, Beatrice and Benedick, were already at each other’s throats:

BENEDICK: What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?  

BEATRICE: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain if you come in her presence.  

BENEDICK: Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted; and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart, for truly I love none. 

BEATRICE: A dear happiness to women. They would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood I am of your humor for that. I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.

It was hard to believe that these two were supposed to fall in love. Actually, their later “epiphanies” would lead them to realize that the sniping and the arguments and the misunderstandings between them had been love all along…

But you’d come to realize that there was no “Benedick” for you in real life. Sometimes, the angry sniping wasn’t sexual tension. It was just a man who’d never truly respect you.

And sometimes, the arguments and misunderstandings were just two people in the right place at the wrong time, never quite meant to be. 

Thankfully, a knock at your door interrupted your romantic musings. 

Releasing a sigh, you set Much Ado on the glass coffee table in front of you. You got up from the couch and went to the front door, where you looked in the peephole. Your lips drew into a frown, but your disbelief had you unlocking the door before you could think better of it.

“Michael?! What are you doing here?” you asked. 

He stood there with determination set across his face.

“We really need to talk.”

AN: *Sigh.* This guy just doesn't learn, does he? And I'm not just talking about Michael.

Next Time:

“If you give me one more chance, I promise I won’t mess it up again. I’ll be the man you deserve,” Michael said, taking your hand and uncrossing your arms in the process. 

“Believe it or not, I took a week off without pay, just to be here and get a chance to say this to you: I love you. I love you. And I know now that it’s meant to be you.”

You hesitated, and even made the mistake of looking up into his eyes.

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growing watching youtubers do vlogs and stuff always made me want to do that but i never had the resources so i’m gonna clear out as much storage on my phone as i can and film my time in europe. then i’m going to make iceberg videos on topics i think are cool and no one has done before

in five days i go away for 3 weeks so i feel like it’s the perfect time to start the vlogging career i dreamed of as a kid

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 ⸻ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴.

pairing.: art donaldson x leitora!fem x tashi duncan x patrick zweig

sinopse.: olivia miller era tudo o que tashi duncan não era. e tudo o que ela era ao mesmo tempo. uma força a ser reconhecida. não foi uma surpresa quando elas se tornaram parceiras de tênis. elas eram lendas. nada nem ninguém poderia mexer com elas. exceto art donaldson e patrick zweig.

warnings.: esta história foi avaliada como +18. incluirá uso de cigarro, consumo de álcool, temas sexuais e linguagem forte. aconselha-se a opinião do autor, caso você se sinta desconfortável com alguma das citações anteriores priorize sua saúde evitando a leitura. não possuo nenhum desses personagens, exceto os millers e justine bonsoir. todos os direitos vão para MGM e Guadagnino. fora isso, isso aqui é apenas eu cedendo à minha necessidade bissexual de ter os três, não sei o que dizer.

notas da autora.: quem é vivo sempre aparece né? tava vendo rivais pela primeira vez esses dias e tudo que me veio a mente é como eles deviam ter formado um trisal. seria saudável? provavelmente não. resolveria os problemas deles? também não. mas a vida deles seria bem mais fácil se o casamento da tashi e do art fosse aberto! anyways, vendo esse filme eu fiquei mais obcecada ainda do que já era pelo mike faist e minha obsessão pelo josh o'connor e pela zendaya retornou. daí veio a ideia de montar a olivia e sua história! espero que vocês gostem! essa eu dedico pra @cruelyouths que tava ansiosa pela postagem. aliás, os personagens começam com dezoito anos como no filme. eu costumo postar tiktoks sobre a fanfic lá na minha continha, caso vocês queiram seguir pra ficar por dentro também o user é daemonyra!

elenco.: jennie kim como olivia miller, kim see-hun como aira choi, jeremy strong como oliver miller, zendaya como tashi duncan, josh o'connor como patrick zweig, mike faist como art donaldson, swann arlaud como justine bonsoir.

ESCUTE A TRILHA SONORA AQUI.

I. MISS SUGAR PINK, LIQUOR LIPS

2006

OLIVIA MILLER E TASHI DUNCAN eram parceiras desde crianças. Elas não tinham certeza de quando tudo começou, mas faziam tudo juntas. Frequentaram a mesma escola, tiveram os mesmos amigos, compartilharam alguns namorados… Não foi surpresa quando se tornaram parceiras de tênis. Duplas eram difíceis de manter no esporte, a maioria delas acabaria se separando para seguir carreira solo. Um certamente chamaria mais atenção do que o outro. E por isso as pessoas preferiram um jogador só. Mas não com elas.

Tashi e Olivia eram notáveis. Uma daquelas equipes que você sonha ver nos Jogos Olímpicos de Verão. Elas nunca perdiam uma partida, desde que começaram juntas. A rotina delas seria simples. Sempre começava com Olivia fazendo o saque, então Tashi entrava em modo animal no lado oposto da quadra e elas marcavam o match point. Juntas.

Desta vez não seria diferente. Enquanto a garota de dezoito anos fazia o saque, ela já podia ouvir a bola de tênis indo e voltando entre elas e a outra dupla do outro lado da quadra. Olivia olhou para Tashi. A grande Tashi Duncan, a mulher que fazia todos à sua frente se contorcerem de medo, bateu na bola com sua raquete. O suor escorria pela sua testa quando Olivia saltou para acertar a pequena esfera verde.

Anna Muller e sua parceira pareciam furiosas pelos próximos dois sets, mas Olivia não se importava, ela estava na lua. Elas estavam ganhando. A expectativa do público já estava escorrendo, todos sabiam quem estava prestes a vencer. E não era Anna Muller e seu traseiro racista.

"Chupa essa, vadia!" Olivia gritou, ignorando o par de olhos que seus pais lhe deram por xingar no campo de tênis. Ela não se importou. A partida deles foi vencida.

Quase como se fosse sua segunda natureza, Olivia Miller se lançou nos braços de Tashi Duncan gritando de alegria enquanto as duas se abraçavam febris e suadas. Era tênis em sua forma pura, a intensidade crua de como Tashi mantinha suas testas juntas e ela segurava o rosto de Tashi. Ambas sorrindo como tolas. Não. Como vencedoras.

“Isso sim foi tênis de verdade, porra”, disse ela com confiança. Claro que foi a primeira coisa que ela observou, Tashi respirava aquele esporte.

Passando o braço em volta do pescoço da garota, Olivia revirou os olhos saindo da quadra. Passando pelas perdedoras, a garota Miller não pôde deixar de notar o mau humor que Anna carregava consigo quando passavam. Ela sorriu, discretamente. Bem feito. Vadias. Sentindo um tapinha na bunda, Olivia olhou para sua parceira enquanto elas se dirigiam ao vestiário.

“Espero que esse espírito vencedor permaneça com você até esta noite”, Tashi franziu as sobrancelhas enquanto brincava, secando o suor do rosto. "Você não esqueceu, certo?"

“Como se você ou minha mãe fossem me deixar esquecer!” Olivia murmurou deixando sua amiga ir. “Mas quero dizer... Se isso significa ver a cara de perdedora da Anna, posso tolerar isso. Qualquer coisa para deixar aquela vadia racista infeliz.”

“Você realmente tem muito ódio pra alguém tão pequeno”, brincou sua melhor amiga antes de continuar. “Mas, na verdade, é a festa da Adidas. Você não pode desistir. É para nós.”

Era a dinâmica delas. Tashi Duncan vivia por todo aquele profissionalismo, embora ainda não quisesse seguir carreira. Aquela garota era a tenista mais profissional dos Challengers, disso Olivia Miller sempre poderia ter certeza. Não era como se ela não fosse profissional também, ela era. Elas fizeram muitos anúncios, conferências e treinamentos juntas. E Olivia Miller nunca chegou atrasada.

Mas ela era mais o tipo de garota que gostava de festas universitárias. Louca, bagunçada e divertida. Festas de trabalho? Esse era o playground de Tashi. Ela dominava a coisa enquanto Olivia permanecia ao seu lado, bebendo silenciosamente seu champanhe e aparecendo bonita para a câmera. Esse era o trabalho dela em festas como essas, Olivia odiava.

“Tash, está tudo bem! Eu sei, ok? Toda aquela merda de ‘celebrar os campeões de amanhã’. Eu sei, estarei lá mesmo que a festa seja uma merda.”

As duas entraram no vestiário, seguindo seus respectivos caminhos até seus armários. O clube de campo era enorme, mas era fácil ficar perplexo com o quão pequeno ele realmente era. De perto assim, Olivia pôde ver plenamente sua melhor amiga tirando a camisa. O sutiã esportivo que ela usava fazia a curva perfeita para seus seios, tanto que quase deu vontade de gritar. Era uma sensação com a qual ela estava acostumada quando estava ao lado de Tashi Duncan.

Tashi era perfeita demais, às vezes. Era esmagador.

“Ei, você pode me emprestar um de seus sutiãs para esta noite? Preciso de algo que não faça meus seios parecerem tão pequenos”, Olivia perguntou, encostando-se em seu armário enquanto olhava para frente. Quando de repente a peça de roupa bate em seu rosto. “Ai! Cadela."

Tashi olha para ela, com o peito totalmente à mostra enquanto ela sorri.

"Seus seios estão ótimos, mas se você precisar", ela encolheu os ombros. “Você está tentando impressionar alguém?”

Começando a se livrar das roupas de tênis, Olivia riu enquanto se dirigia para o chuveiro. Tashi seguindo. Virando-se, ela viu sua amiga em toda sua glória nua entrando em contato com a água fria de seu chuveiro. Apenas abrindo espaço para ela, Olivia começou a lavar o cabelo logo sentindo as mãos de Tashi substituírem as dela.

“Sabe, eu tenho que pelo menos transar já que você está me obrigando a ir a essa festa idiota.” Olivia sorriu suavemente, seu tom provocativo quando sentiu as mãos de Duncan agarrarem seu couro cabeludo com mais força. Ela riu. “Depois de tirar todas as fotos, claro!”

Se Tashi achou engraçado, ela decidiu ignorar isso, retomando seus tratamentos no couro cabeludo de Olivia com o condicionador. “Eu não subestimaria a festa se fosse você, pode ficar interessante,”

A garota Duncan encolheu os ombros.

“Não é subestimar se eu sei que a festa é uma merda.”

Na verdade, ela subestimou a festa.

Certo. Talvez ela tenha sido um pouco... severa ao julgar um livro pela capa. Afinal, toda a celebração dos campeões de amanhã não foi tão ruim. Fotos delas estavam espalhadas por metros quadrados, Olivia com suas raquetes e saltos e Tashi com suas elegantes poses de tênis. As estrelas do show.

Brilhantes era o que elas eram.

Olivia balançava os quadris para a esquerda e para a direita fazendo um movimento estranho que ela gostava de chamar de “o passo sexy”, tentando igualar a facilidade de sua melhor amiga em ficar linda na pista de dança. Apenas algumas pessoas poderiam parecer gostosas e suadas por se movimentarem no que achavam que é dançar. Tashi era uma dessas pessoas. Tanto que não era surpresa que ela chamasse atenção.

"Esses dois estão te comendo com o olhar desde que você chegou aqui", Olivia riu no ouvido da amiga, já embriagada com as bebidas. Confortavelmente, Miller deixou a garota na frente dela puxá-la para perto, dançando ao ritmo. "Danadinhos."

“Eles estão nos comendo com os olhos, cara de merda.” Tashi beliscou a cintura dela, sorrindo maliciosamente. “Um para cada uma de nós.”

E ali nas mesas estavam eles. Dois garotos perfeitamente legais, que Olivia Miller nem sonharia em imaginar jogando tênis de uma forma tão bruta e desagradável. Os tipos de características que você não imagina cobertas de suor. Um moreno e um loiro. Um alto e um baixo. Um parecia inteligente, o outro parecia bobinho. Olhando bem, Olivia sabia exatamente quem eles eram.

“Art Donaldson e Patrick Zweig, sério?” Um tom de zombaria pôde ser ouvido da boca da garota. O sorriso malicioso de Tashi só aumentou.

“Fogo e Gelo em carne e osso,” ela quase parecia ansiosa. Como se Art Donaldson e Patrick Zweig pudessem ser capazes de mudar o rumo daquela noite inteira para ela, como se ela estivesse esperando para experimentá-los. Foi a vez de Olivia sorrir.

“E justamente quando pensei que iríamos compartilhar,” ela brincou, balançando os braços em volta do pescoço de Duncan. Foi uma brincadeira, claro. Uma inofensiva, na melhor das hipóteses. Mas a maneira como Tashi Duncan arqueou uma sobrancelha e a girou enviou um frio na barriga, isso não poderia significar nada de bom. Isso significava que Tashi teve uma ideia. As ideias de Tashi sempre foram perigosas quando se tratavam disso.

“Ainda podemos.” A tenista deu um passo mais perto, olhando milimetricamente para os garotos que as fodiam com os olhos. Era quase imperceptível por causa do jeito que elas estavam tão próximos que o cabelo escuro de Olivia bloqueava a visão de Art ou Patrick do que estava acontecendo ali. Ou mesmo o que foi dito lá.

Se eles soubessem.

“Ok, hora de tirar você do álcool,” Olivia deu um tapinha de leve na bochecha de Tashi duas vezes como uma piada enquanto sorria elegantemente. Elas estavam próximas o suficiente para que a jovem pudesse sentir o hálito alcoólico de sua melhor amiga. “Sério, Tash! Está mexendo com sua cabeça. Fala sério, quatro?"

“Não me diga que você não aguenta.” Tashi respondeu.

Uma risada escapou dela, tão brilhante e encantadora que chamou a atenção de algumas pessoas ao seu redor. Brevemente, Olivia Miller abraçou a cintura da amiga, dando um beijo molhado em sua bochecha.

Parte dela sabia que ela só tomou tal atitude porque estava sendo observada, algo nas palavras de Tashi estava fazendo sua cabeça girar. Tirando seu julgamento normal. Isso e o fato de que eram Art Donaldson e Patrick Zweig quem os observava. Provavelmente os caras mais gostosos do clube de campo.

“Tudo bem, gatinha, vou pegar um pouco de água para você e então poderemos resolver seu problema. Tá? Se acalma aí, falou?" Foi a última coisa que Olivia lhe disse antes de Tashi Duncan simplesmente desaparecer diante de seus olhos.

Coincidentemente junto com Art e Patrick.

Areia não era muito seu forte. Na verdade, andar de salto alto na areia não era seu forte. Mas Olivia Miller marchava como se sua vida dependesse disso no momento em que avistou Tashi sentada em uma das rochas perto do mar.

Primeiramente com raiva. Até que ela notou os dois meninos que estavam sentados à sua frente nas cadeiras de praia, a dupla infame. Fogo e gelo. Tashi estava conversando com eles sobre tênis quando a jovem decidiu intervir com suas reclamações sobre como era desconfortável andar na areia da praia.

Naturalmente, os olhos se voltaram para a rica Olivia Miller em seu vestido tubinho branco com mangas compridas e esvoaçantes. Quase parecendo um anjo. Quase. Se não fosse pela boca pintada de vermelho.

Tashi sorriu, um daqueles sorrisos que ela reservava apenas para Olivia.

“Você perdeu as fotos”, disse ela, estendendo a mão para ajudar a amiga a se sentar na pedra. Dividindo o espaço com ela, porque era assim que elas eram. Não existia espaço pessoal quando se tratava de Tashi Duncan e Olivia Miller. As duas vinham como um combo. “Meninos, esta é Olivia Miller, mas suponho que vocês já saibam disso.”

Um pouco confusa, Olivia virou-se para os dois garotos sentados ali com seus cigarros e bebidas. Estranhamente, ela se sentiu pequena e envergonhada sob tantos olhares. Havia algo quase como uma reverência nos olhos de Art Donaldson quando ela se acomodou ao lado de Tashi, um breve sorriso nos lábios enquanto ele acenava com a cabeça em direção a ela em saudação. Patrick Zweig, por outro lado, olhou para ela como se ela fosse uma sobremesa que ele não comia há muito tempo. Seus olhos brilharam olhando para sua pele cremosa e físico tonificado.

Como se ela fosse uma estátua que merecesse ser elogiada. Sua própria heroína pessoal do tênis.

"Sobre o que estamos conversando?" Miller perguntou, sua voz suave uma distração da tensão que pairava no ar da conversa.

“Tashi estava prestes a nos explicar o que o tênis deveria ser.” Pela primeira vez, a voz de Art enfeitou os ouvidos de Olivia Miller. Desta vez, não coexistiu com o tom alto e frustrado que ele soltou quando perdeu uma partida de tênis na quadra. Foi infinitamente mais calmo, mais sério e aconchegante.

Ela teria feito uma careta se estivesse sozinha, porque como era possível que a existência daquele homem a fizesse descrever uma voz masculina como aconchegante? Mas em vez de se concentrar na própria vergonha, ela gemeu de brincadeira. Revirando os olhos brevemente com a revelação de Donaldson.

"O que?" Perguntou Patrick, sorrindo entretido.

“Você não está dando a eles o sermão de ‘tênis é um relacionamento’, né?" Olivia choramingou, já entediada enquanto colocava a cabeça no ombro de Tashi.

“Cala a boca, você sabe que é”, confessou Tashi, havia algo definidor em sua voz. Como se ela não estivesse aberta a discussões, ainda assim permaneceu excepcionalmente dócil na frente dos meninos.

Certamente convenceu Patrick Zweig, o pobre rapaz... Ele mal conseguiu esconder a sua admiração ao ouvir a grandiosa Tashi Duncan ensinar-lhe rapidamente o que realmente era o tênis. Ensinar o que era tênis para um tenista. Exceto que Olivia entendeu brevemente o motivo de tudo isso, o excesso de confiança de Patrick transparecia em seus movimentos, mas não em sua compreensão do esporte.

Não como seu amigo ao lado dele.

“Foi isso que vocês e Anna Muller tiveram hoje?” Ele perguntou, brincando com seu cigarro. Curiosa, Olivia apoiou-se nas duas mãos observando as idas e vindas de Tashi com o cara Zweig. Assim como Art Donaldson estava fazendo o mesmo. Ocasionalmente, roubando alguns olhares para ela.

“Foi, na verdade. Durante cerca de quinze segundos em que estávamos jogando tênis, nós nos entendemos completamente, assim como todos que estavam assistindo. Era como se estivéssemos apaixonadas”, disse Duncan, batendo o ombro dela no da filha.

Balançando a cabeça, Olivia revirou os olhos de brincadeira mais uma vez, mas concordou. Isso? Essa era sua área, não havia nada no mundo que Tashi Duncan entendesse e amasse mais do que tênis. Mais do que qualquer profissional.

Isso fez Olivia sentir tremores na espinha, a alegria de ver sua amiga entusiasmada com o que ela amava. Foi contagioso.

“Ou como se não existíssemos”, terminou Miller para a amiga.

“Sim,” ela riu, inclinando a cabeça para o lado. Satisfeita consigo mesma. “Fomos a algum lugar… lindo juntas.”

“Tão lindo quanto pode ser com a porra da Anna Muller”, brincou Olivia, algumas risadas puderam ser ouvidas do trio. Art olhou para eles por alguns minutos antes de falar, curioso sobre suas reações. Patrick ao lado dele, não conseguia identificar se a pergunta tinha sido bem-vinda ou não. Isso pareceu frustrá-lo.

“Você gritou”, disse ele, dando uma tragada no cigarro. “Nunca ouvi nada parecido antes.”

Olivia quase riu. Foi chocante, para dizer o mínimo, mas ver Tashi sorrindo e escondendo o rosto no ombro foi uma visão nova para ela. Era quase magnético. Art Donaldson foi capaz de extrair tanta emoção dela, considerando que era a Tashi que ela estava se referindo.

Foi surpreendente, ela não podia negar. Talvez esse garoto realmente soubesse do que estava falando, afinal ele não queria apenas transar com ela.

No entanto, Tashi não estava errada quando apontou o interesse deles nas duas. Pois os olhos claros de Art se voltaram para sua figura, o sorriso que acabara de desconcertar Duncan mirava direto no coração de Olivia Miller.

“Mas você não fez, você nunca faz. Por que?"

A pergunta a pegou desprevenida, assim como Tashi alguns segundos antes.

Afinal, qual foi o motivo?

Foi uma pergunta fácil. Não foi falta de motivação nas partidas, mas também nunca despertaram emoções tão viscerais de dentro. Ela gostava de vencer, obviamente. Ela também gostaria de ser profissional um dia.

Porém, por que ela não era tão crua quanto Tashi?

“Temos que ir”, Seu mundinho de percepções foi quebrado pela voz da amiga, pelo calor de sua mão na dela. Pelo canto do olho, Miller pôde identificar o olhar de segurança que Duncan lhe deu. Ela provavelmente ficou quieta por um tempo. “Nossos pais estão esperando.”

“Sim, hum… Nos vemos na escola, Art. Ouvi dizer que você entrou em Stanford.” Olivia tentou pelo menos se despedir para não parecer estranha. Mas foi difícil com a maneira como ela estava ajustando o vestido, pois ela estava envergonhada.

Os dois parceiros de tênis estavam prontos para partir quando a voz de Patrick soou estridente e incerta, esperando que eles realmente esperassem.

"Espere!" Ele disse, sentando-se muito rapidamente em sua cadeira. "Vocês tem Facebook?"

Se Olivia pudesse fechar os olhos e soltar uma risada dolorosa, ela o faria. Mas isso seria demais para o coração já acelerado de Patrick. Em vez disso, ela escolheu sorrir, tendo que virar a cabeça para o lado para esconder a leve risada que lhe escapou. Rapidamente, a garota Miller viu o sorriso preguiçoso nas feições de Art tomando forma.

“Ele está pedindo o número de vocês e eu também.” Aquele merdinha presunçoso, Art Donaldson, inclinou a cabeça loira para o lado enquanto olhava para os dois de cima a baixo.

“Vocês dois querem nossos números?” Tashi perguntou, fingindo bajulação. Olivia cruzou os braços, isso estava ficando interessante.

“Muito, sim.”

“Vocês dois querem nossos números?” Olivia provocou, erguendo a sobrancelha em convicção. De repente, estar diante do mar não despertava mais o frio dentro dela. Pelo contrário. O tecido leve do vestido branco que ela usava aqueceu sua pele como um micro-ondas.

“Somos dois caras, vocês são duas garotas”, Patrick sorriu, aquele sorriso libertino.

"E daí? Você tentará nós duas para ver qual de nós encaixa melhor?" A insinuação da frase foi clara o suficiente para fazer crescer o sorriso canalha no rosto de Patrick, assim como o de Art.

Tashi Duncan pendurou um dos braços no pescoço da amiga, sorrindo também. Eles pareceriam maníacos para quem olhasse de fora, mas a compreensão era suficiente para permanecer ali.

“Bem, não somos destruidoras de lares”, ela brincou. Como se elas também não tivessem compartilhado um monte de caras antes. Olivia mordeu o lábio contendo o sorriso.

"Está tudo bem, não moramos juntos."

“É um relacionamento aberto.”

“Venha passar um tempo conosco mais tarde, estamos hospedados em um hotel próximo”, disse Patrick, com a boca cheia de fumaça. Seus modos sujos eram um pouco cativantes para Olivia, como é que um homem assim era tão bonito? Estava além dela.

“Quer que a gente coloque vocês na cama?” Ela não perdeu a oportunidade ali, abraçando a cintura de Tashi.

“Ou podemos continuar conversando”, sugeriu ele, olhando para as outras três pessoas ali. Parecia tentador, Olivia não era mentirosa. Um quarto de hotel com Art Donaldson, Patrick Zweig e sua melhor amiga. Parecia a porra de um sonho. “Sobre tênis.”

"Boa noite!" Foi tudo o que Tashi disse antes de afastá-la dos meninos, rindo das tentativas fracassadas de Patrick de fazê-las ficar.

"Foi um prazer te conhecer!" A garota gritou, acenando de volta para eles. Olivia estava tropeçando um pouco devido aos saltos arenosos, mas a proximidade do contato permitiu que ela visse o rosto de sua melhor amiga.

E nele ela viu algo que pensou que nunca veria enquanto eles se afastavam.

Desejo.

©️ jenniejjun. todos os trabalhos postados aqui pertencem a mim e não devem ser repostados sem meu consentimento de maneira alguma.

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Sleepy Fawn’s Works

- I am currently into NCIS, meaning if I get anything out anytime soon it will likely be an NCIS fanfiction 🎀

- I have 2 published fanfics for Avatar TWOTW, and 1 for COD.

- I am a romance, x reader writer. I’ve been thinking about writing an x OC fic but I don’t know if anyone would read it.

Below is a list of characters I have written or may write for, and links to my published works.

NCIS - Naval Criminal Investigative Service

disclaimer: I haven’t watched seasons 1-7 or 18-22, so I can’t write for Kate, Jenny, Knight, etc (as of last updated)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs;

> no works yet

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Young Mike Franks;

> no works yet

Avatar: The Way Of The Water

Miles Quaritch;

> Speak Up, Love

⤷ Recom!Reader is selectively mute, shy, n a scientist/medic. incomplete/discontinued series

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Ao’nung;

> Saccharine incomplete/discontinued series

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Jake Sully;

> no works yet

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Tonowari;

> no works yet

Call Of Duty : MWII

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley;

> Yearning

⤷ In which, reader and Simon go for a walk and share a conversation outside. The conversation ends a little too flirtatiously for Simon to handle. incomplete series

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Capt. John Price;

> no works yet

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König;

> no works yet

To Be Continued

last updated; 11/11, 2024

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Transformers: Beast Wars - Second Chances - Page 4

Originally posted on February 2nd, 2011

Story - Mike Priest Art - Jeffrey Witty Colours - Jenny Son Letters - HdE

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wada sez: This was originally meant to be Page 5, with some of the later Waspinator stuff moved earlier. As envisioned by Mike Priest, all of the pages for the comic would have individual titles, but only he seemed to like this idea and none of them made it into the final product. He gave this page the title “Eternal Too”, a reference to the fact that this entire story is an expansion of his previous Mosaic one-shot, “Eternal”. See below for the original script and an early sketch by Witty, along with Mike’s “Writer Spotlight”.

Beast Wars: Second Chances- Page 5

“Eternal Too”

By Mike Priest

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(FIRST PANEL- Depthcharge’s hand slaps down on wet sand; he’s just pulled himself from the ocean.)

(SECOND PANEL- A full side-view of Depthcharge, on his hands and knees crawling from the surf- wet, caked with dirt, seaweed hanging from parts of his body…we cannot see his chest.)

DEPTHCHARGE: G-geh…

(THIRD PANEL- Close-up of Depthcharge’s head, looking down at the sand, in confusion.)

DEPTHCHARGE: Huh…how?  I-I…thought…

(FOURTH PANEL- Depthcharge whirls and looks behind him in a panic, having heard a voice.  We still can’t see the front of his chest.)

RAMPAGE: (Dialogue bubble unlinked, border color differs) Well…THIS is certainly interesting.

DEPTHCHARGE: (Enraged) X!  WHERE ARE YOU??

(FIFTH PANEL- Depthcharge, horrified expression as he looks down at himself.  We see the pulsing glow of a spark from below off-panel.)

RAMPAGE: Where I’ve always been…

DEPTHCHARGE: (Small text) no…

(FINAL PANEL- Unveiling of Depthcharge’s chest- it is torn open enough for us to see a SECOND spark (smaller; it’s only a half) somehow messily “fused” onto Depthcharge’s larger spark, like some cancerous lump.)

RAMPAGE: …a touch more literally now, it would seem.  AHAHAHAH!

Ah, Beast Wars.  For me, it's a case of "third time's the charm!" Y'see, Beast Wars was Transformers' third coming for me.  And once it hit, I was snared for life.  As a wee lad, I was a fan of G1, from about the age of three 'til the age of seven or eight.  Oh, there was the Real Ghostbusters and Spidey and His Amazing Friends and whatnot here and there.  But Transformers was always the fallback, always something I could go back to when I lost interest with whatever the new fad was on the playground. Around 1991 or 1992, while there were still some Transformers toys on the shelves, I was growing more enamored with Ninja Turtles and Marvel Superheroes, and Transformers was largely on the backburner, possibly for good this time. But my growing love of comic books would bring me to Transformers yet again.  One fateful day in 1993, on a routine trip to the comic store with my older cousin, I saw it on the shelf. Transformers Generation 2 # 1.  Everyone can remember that cover -- Optimus Prime with bullets jutting out of his skull and faceplate and the tag "This is NOT your father's Autobot." I eagerly snatched it up and for the next twelve months, going to the comic store became a regular occurrence.  I loved Spider-Man and X-Men and Iron Man, but Transformers Generation 2 was the comic I HAD to have every month. You can imagine my disappointment when I discovered the book had been canceled after only twelve issues.  Without supporting fiction to give my toy "adventures" some measure of credibility, my interest waned as it had before, and Transformers once again only became a fond memory. Fast-forward to 1996.  My younger cousins tell me of an awesome "computer-graphics" show airing in the morning called Beast Wars.  "It's animals that transform into robots!", they tell me.  I chuckle, inwardly wondering if it is some rip-off of Transformers.  A few weeks pass and I catch an episode.  "The Web", it is titled, but what shocks me most is the "Transformers" subtitle underneath the prominent Beast Wars logo.  It isn't a rip-off, it IS Transformers! Of course, as a bitter, world-weary twelve-year old at this point, my initial reaction is "Turning into organic-looking animals?  Huh, dumb".  This doesn't stop me from watching the show on weekday mornings before going to school, rationalizing that "nothing else is on". Then suddenly, about midway through the first season of Beast Wars, I realize I'm not watching it because "nothing else is on" anymore, I'm watching it because it IS Transformers and it is AWESOME!  Before I knew it, I was hooked again!  And this time would be for good.  Never again would something push Transformers to second or even third-banana status with me.  I was a Transfan through and through and I owed it to Beast Wars for reminding me. To me, Beast Wars represents some of the very best Transformers storytelling has to offer and is unequivocally the best Transformers animated series of all time (so far).  I jumped at any chances to contribute to the Beast Wars universe in anyway, through fanfiction, through Transformers Mosaic, and now, through BEAST WARS: Second Chances. It's funny.  We're calling it "Second Chances".  But for me, Beast Wars was a THIRD chance.  And like I said before, third time's the charm! -- Mike Priest

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20th Television Animation Brings Animation To San Diego Comic-Con 2024

Animation fans will have a lot to keep them busy and entertained at this year’s Comic-Con. Disney just announced its plans for its Hulu and 20th Television Animation festivities and panels set for the San Diego.

Friday, July 26

Solar Opposites, 2:00-2:45 p.m., Indigo Room. The popular animated series returns to San Diego Comic-Con ahead of a new season packed with new family values, mayhem in the Wall and some all-new Silvercops adventures. Join executive producers Mike McMahan and Josh Bycel, and cast Thomas Middleditch (Terry), Mary Mack (Jesse) and Sean Giambrone (Yumyulack) for an advance screening of a never-before-seen episode, and a discussion of the hilarious and out-of-this-world upcoming fifth season premiering Aug. 12 on Hulu.

The Great North, 3:00- 3:45 p.m., Indigo Room. Embark on an exhilarating journey to Lone Moose at Comic-Con. Catch an exclusive look behind the scenes of this animated comedy series that follows the quirky Tobin family as they navigate life together. Get to know the creative minds behind the series including creators and executive producers Wendy Molyneaux, Lizzie Molyneaux-Logelin, Loren Bouchard and the voices behind the Tobin family including Jenny Slate, Dulcé Sloan, Paul Rust and Aparna Nancherla to gain fascinating insights into the production of the show, its unique setting, and the colorful characters that inhabit the world of the Tobin family.

Bob’s Burgers,  4:00-4:45 p.m., Indigo Room. Join the Belcher family and the creative minds behind Bob’s Burgers for a can’t-miss panel. Creator and executive producer Loren Bouchard, executive producers Nora Smith, Holly Schlesinger and supervising director Bernard Derriman will break news about the upcoming season. The cast including H. Jon Benjamin, John Roberts, Kristen Schaal, Eugene Mirman, Dan Mintz and Larry Murphy will have the audience howling with laughter through exclusive sneak peeks, a lively panel discussion and Q&A.

Saturday, July 27

Futurama, 11:00-11:45 a.m., Ballroom 20. Neither snow nor rain nor cancellations nor pandemics nor Hollywood strikes can keep Futurama from blasting back into existence. Please join Matt Groening, David X. Cohen, Claudia Katz and “Futurama” superstars Billy West, John DiMaggio, Lauren Tom, Phil LaMarr, David Herman and Maurice LaMarche for a live sneak preview of the all-new season premiering July 29 on Hulu. They promise to spill the maximum legal dose of spoilers. Plus, there is the chance to walk away with debatably precious door prizes!

The Simpsons, 12:00-12:45 p.m., Ballroom 20. Show creators give an exclusive spooky sneak preview of “Treehouse of Horror 35” – the scariest 35th Halloween Special ever. Join panelists Matt Groening, Matt Selman, Rob LaZebnik, Tim Bailey, along with special guest moderator Kevin Smith and surprise terrifying guests for original drawings, prizes and more.

American Dad! 1:00-1:45 p.m., Ballroom 20.  Celebrate the enduring success of the show at Comic-Con with hilarity, hijinks and heartfelt moments. Dive into the quirky world of the Smith family and their eccentric friends and foes as this beloved animated series celebrates its ongoing success with stars Wendy Schaal, Scott Grimes, Rachael MacFarlane, Dee Bradley Baker, Jeff Fischer, and executive producers Matt Weitzman, Kara Vallow and Nic Wegener.

Family Guy 2:00-2:45 p.m., Ballroom 20.  It’s time to look back at 25 years of laughter, satire and iconic moments with the long-running show at this must-attend Comic-Con panel. This milestone event will bring together fans, the iconic cast including Alex Borstein, Seth Green, Jennifer Tilly, Gary Cole and Mike Henry, and executive producers Rich Appel, Alec Sulkin, Steve Callaghan and Kara Vallow to honor a quarter-century of hilarity, irreverence and unforgettable moments in Quahog. Whether a long-time fan or new to the Griffin family’s antics, this is the ultimate event to honor one of television’s most beloved and enduring animated series.

[eggfucker700]

Not that anyone asked but i have an idea for an animation where a bunch of characters beat the shit out of homelander to like that and im making a list of characters i think could defeat homelander. Here’s what i have so far:

-Reigen arataka (mob psycho 100)

-bluey

-adorabat (mao mao heroes of pure heart)

-luz noceda (the owl house)

-senshi (dungeon meshi)

-mordecai and rigby (regular show)

-mob (mob psycho 100)

-markiplier (real life)

-deadpool

-goku

-popeye

-bugs bunny

-omni man

-any of the powerpuff girls individually

-godzilla

-saitama (one punch man)

-robocop

-the terminator

-captain kirk

-darth vader

-Superman

-every single power ranger

-doc ock

-any spider person from the spiderverse movies

-gojo

-deku (mha)

-john wick

-mike tyson

-finn (adventure time)

-jenny (my life as a teenage robot)

-SpongeBob

-any iteration of the tmnt

-ben 10

-anne boonchuy -amphibia

-every Jojo protagonist

-michiru kagemori (brand new animal)

-luffy (one piece)

-sanji (one piece)

-ussop (one piece)

-tony tony chopper (one piece)

-robin (one piece)

-zoro (one piece)

-mashle (mashle muscles and magic)

-yor briar (spy x family)

-jimmy nuetron

-batman (no prep time)

-sailor moon

-denji (chainsaw man)

-tetsuo shima (akira)

-astro boy

-the hulk

-thor (marvel)

-wonder woman (dc)

-gumball watterson

-nicole watterson

-Richard watterson

-sans undertale

-frisk undertale

-ash ketchum (no Pokemon, only hands)

-kirby

-truck kun

-the collector (the owl house)

-uncle grandpa

-po (kung fu panda)

-sonic the hedgehog

-jebediah kerman (kerbal space program)

-danny phantom

-my latinx self insert’s chimichanga stand

If anyone has any suggestions please tell me