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...and maybe it's not love... | oscar piastri

note: here's part 2 <3 i think this will have 3/4 parts, but they might be split up if i reach the picture limit.

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pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader, logan x best friend!reader, one sided!enemies to lovers

faceclaim: various, from pinterest

youruser

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youruser: what can i say? i'm a busy gal

user: bae... are you soft launching someone or is this just logan again? -> logansargeant: it's not me -> user: LOGAN MY GLORIOUS AMERICAN KING! WHO IS THIS??

user: why are the f1 boys here?? -> user: bcz she took a picture with oscar and i guess they're all friends now -> user: and it's only lando. quite overreacting

yourmomsig: too busy for family dinner -> youruser: ma if it was only our family i'd have been there. i just wasn't in the mood to deal with aunt griselda -> logansargeant: yeah thanks for that, i had to take ur place -> youruser: love you logie

logansargeant: you know you idiots are so cute it almost makes up for making me have dinner with aunt griselda -> user: stop he calls her aunt, 'aunt' - those two are siblings your honors -> youruser: i already told you i love you... what more do you want?

user: GIRL ARE YOU BACK WITH YOUR EX? -> youruser: ew no

user: come home the kids miss you

user: bae who is this man you're taking pics with? do i have to be jealous? -> youruser: nah we're just friends -> user: YOU MEAN YOU'RE FREAKING US ALL OUT TO TELL US THE MAN DIDN'T EVEN MAKE IT OFFICIAL YET?? -> youruser: i'm actually crying at this comment this is the funniest fucking thing i've ever read- -> oscarpiastri: she has literal tears streaming down her face -> user: ARIANA? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

oscarpiastri: too busy of a gal to answer your texts? -> youruser: depends on who it is -> user: guys stop logan's besties are becoming besties- i love this!

youruser

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youruser: signin' out

oscarpiastri: photo creds? -> youruser: no -> user: wait... oscar was at the graduation??????? -> user: i don't think so... he took the first and/or third picture and neither of them are at the ceremony itself. i think he was just invited to the party -> user: quit crushing my dreams girl

logansargeant: proud of you 🤍 -> youruser: love you logie 🤍

landonorris: just in time for hot girl summer -> youruser: 🤪🤪

user: wait i thought she already graduated -> user: this is her law school graduation i think -> user: isn't she like 23?? how?? -> youruser: max course loads + studying during summers! wasn't fun, but i'm FREEEEE

user: girlBOSS

y/bffsuser: i love you !! so so proud -> youruser: i adore you 😘

yourmomsig: love you sweetie, i'm so proud of you -> youruser: love you more ma

user: wait where's the 'friend' she was soft launching a while back -> youruser: we're still going good, trust -> user: lowkey think it's oscar

yourprivuser

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youruser: fun night with fun people

tagged: y/bffsuser, oscarpiastri, logansargeant, friend2, friend3, friend4

oscarpiastri: probably the closest i'll be to graduating -> youruser: it's why i graduated twice, once for me, once for you

y/bffsuser: girl my face was not nice in that last pic -> youruser: puhleasee you look hot

logansargeant: i feel like there's someone you need to thank for all of this -> youruser: uhhhh god? -> logansargeant: girlllllll -> youruser: ugh thank you logan hunter sargeant, the greatest american to have ever lived

f1gossip

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f1gossip: sources say that oscar piastri was in fort lauderdale between the canadian and brazilian gp. he was most likely there for y/n y/ln's graduation, but we cannot confirm if he attended the ceremony or only the party afterwards. the two know each other through their best friend logan sargeant, and we can confirm that they've only become friends during the miami gp, which is around the same time y/n began soft launching someone she calls a 'friend'

many think her and oscar piastri have started or are starting a relationship, and the belief has been cemented by him attending her graduation party. these pictures look like oscar and y/n going out for dinner with her friends, holding hands at one point, and then hanging out at oscar's hotel afterwards. we cannot confirm or deny that any of these pictures are in fact oscar and y/n as they aren't clear, but they do look similar to them.

for more information on y/n y/ln, check out the link in our bio

tagged: oscarpiastri, youruser, logansargeant

user: i ship them

user: bro who even is she??

user: how much y'all wanna bet she's not even really friends with logan?

user: that doesn't even look like oscar, y'all wilding

user: maybe he's just there to support a friend (in denial)

user: she doesn't look good

user: i don't like them together

user: oscar's too good for her

user: y'all hella interested in people who don't give a shit about you

youruser: wow my very own post on f1gossip- mom look i made it -> yourmomsig: congrats baby -> user: HER MOM ACTUALLY COMMENTED LMAOOOOO -> user: i changed my mind i stan her -> user: guys i really hope she's with oscar -> user: i don't think she is 😢 otherwise she'd probably ignore this post

user: y'all as much as i love them, i doubt they're together- most wags ignore these posts and this chick's out here commenting and calling her mom 💀

Y/N STARED AT THE MCLAREN CAP, unsure if she should wear it. It shouldn't mean anything to the public, just her showing support to one of her new friends. Because to them, that's all Oscar really was. Her friend.

They didn't know about the constant texts, the late night face times, the movie dates while across an ocean from each other. They didn't know about the way her heart would race whenever she saw his text, how he'd make her giggly and blush just by calling her a cute little nickname. They knew nothing.

Besides, she was wearing a Williams Racing shirt in support of Logan. Why should a simple McLaren cap - not even fully papaya colored - mean anything to the public?

"Oh my God, just put the cap on," Logan groaned, making way over and putting it on her head for her.

Y/N rolled her eyes, fixing the cap so it didn't ruin her hair.

"Shut up," she muttered. "I'm just nervous."

"You have no need to be," Logan promised her. "Oscar's going to lose his mind when he sees you in person, turn into a stuttering, stumbling mess, and you're going to be so touched by his awkwardness that you're going fall in love. All in all, it's a win-win situation."

"I don't like you," Y/N rolled her eyes, following Logan out of the hotel and in the car. She had arrived in England a few days ago, but kept a low profile. She missed the first two practices, before deciding to arrive on track for FP3 and quali. She'd also make her way over for the race tomorrow.

The two best friends shared TikToks and reels with each other during the short drive, making their way out of the car and towards the paddock once they arrived. Y/N tried to keep her hands at her sides, away from the McLaren cap on her head. No need to make it obvious. Cameras flashed and recorded videos as her and Logan walked down, making her incredibly nervous.

She felt hot, really hot. And... was she sweating? She resisted the urge to smell.

"You're fine," Logan promised, sensing her inner anxiety. "Nobody's focusing on your cap, they take videos of all the drivers arriving at track. Stop spiraling."

Y/N blinked back to the present at Logan's words, realizing that she was indeed falling into a spiral. It was all going to be okay. Logan was going to be there no matter what.

"Thanks Logie," she smiled. "You're the best."

"Yeah, I know," he nodded to himself.

She rolled her eyes, swatting him in the arm. Arriving outside the Williams' garage, she waved at Alex Albon.

"Hey, Y/N," he jogged over from inside. "How are you? Logan never even told me you're coming."

"I'm great Alex, thanks," she grinned. "And it was a bit of a surprise. I didn't want people to know I was coming here today. I have a job interview in a few days, so I decided why not come early and watch the GP in person."

"Good decision," he laughed. He looked at her cap, "Are you heading inside or heading to McLaren?"

"Uh... I think I'll head over to McLaren," she decided. "I don't want news of my arrival reaching Oscar before I get to surprise him."

Alex raised his brows, before fixing his expression, "Right, you guys finally met at Miami. I take it you became friends, right?"

"Yeah," Y/N nodded, trying not to let her heart eyes show. "I probably should've taken Logan's offer to meet his racing friends years ago. Most of them are pretty cool."

"I hope I'm one of them," Alex joked.

"You're at the top of the list," she winked. "Anyways, I'll catch you guys later on. Don't leave without me Logan."

"Same goes to you," he waved.

Y/N flipped him off, turning to make her way to McLaren garage. She could hear Logan's laughter behind her, making her smile to herself. Who knew when the last time he genuinely laughed on a race weekend even was?

Over the last few months, she'd seen lots of clips of Oscar and Logan hanging out together - more than usual - and usually joining them was Lando. It seemed that the Brit was interested in becoming friends with Logan after Miami, which honestly made her happy.

She arrived outside the McLaren garage, debating if she should head in or wait outside, or maybe just head back to Williams.

Before she could make up her mind, she heard someone make a surprised little noise.

"Y/N?" Lando asked, exiting the garage once he saw her. "You're here? Oscar that little brat, he never even told me you're going to visit."

"That's because he doesn't know," Y/N laughed. "It's a surprise. I kind of insinuated that I wouldn't be able to watch the race at all, but... well, I'm here!"

"Ugh you two are just so absolutely adorable," Lando sighed, slinging an arm over her shoulder. "C'mon, I'll take you to him. He said he's going to talk to his dad, I think."

"His dad's here?" She asked, stopping in her tracks. "Why did no one tell me his dad was going to be here?"

"Quit freaking out," Lando rolled his eyes. "His real dad's not here, I don't think."

"Then who is he — Charles?" Y/N asked. "They're still doing that little bit from Monaco."

Lando pointed to where Oscar was, indeed talking with someone in Ferrari gear. Y/N stood on her tiptoes, recognizing Charles Leclerc and his girlfriend, in the middle of some conversation with Oscar. Leo slept soundly in Alexandra's arms.

"Let's wait for them to finish their conversation," Y/N suggested, feeling bad for coming up to them while they were talking.

"Nope," Lando shook his head, leading her across and closer to Oscar.

"Lando, no, no, no, Lando, I will throw you under one of the cars, no, Lando—"

"Quick, laugh like I said something funny," Lando whispered.

Y/N was so surprised by his request, that she stopped trying to plot his murder.

"Laugh, woman!" Lando muttered.

"Oh, right," Y/N responded.

Trying her best to seem somewhat genuine, she thought of that time Oscar texted her because he walked into a pole. Which made her laugh so hard, she walked into a door.

She giggled at the memory, laughing as the duo approached the others.

Lando, seeing Oscar's head whip over immediately at the sound of her laughter, began giggling too. The two had to stop a few steps away from Oscar, Charles and Alexandra because of how hard they were laughing.

"Did you see— the way he—" Lando couldn't get a sentence out without bursting into another round of laughter.

"Lando, get your shit together," Y/N wiped her eyes, straightening up.

Charles and Alex raised their eyebrows, entirely confused by what was happening a few steps away from them, while Oscar stared at Y/N like she was a mound of gold.

"Okay, okay— never mind, I can't do it," Lando fell into another round of laughter every time he remembered how quickly Oscar looked at her.

"Oh my God," Y/N muttered, sending an apologetic smile towards the trio near them.

She grabbed Lando's arm and dragged him the final few steps, smiling at the small group.

"I'm so sorry about that," she apologized. "Lando here doesn't know how to behave."

At this point, Lando's laughter, which was finally beginning to stop, starting up all over again.

"I'm sorry guys, I'm so sorry," Lando got out. "I'm not laughing at you guys, I promise. I'm laughing at Osc."

"What did I do?" Oscar asked, finally snapping out of whatever trance he'd gone in after hearing Y/N's laughter.

At his question, Lando's laughter came back, this time high pitched and bringing on some tears.

Y/N leaned closer to Oscar, whispering, "Is this normal?"

"Just ignore him," he responded, hoping she couldn't hear his heart beating all over his body. "It'll stop eventually."

"If it doesn't it'll give the rest of us an edge in the race," Charles offered.

"Right, uh Charles, Alexandra, this is Y/N," Oscar introduced them, the group now choosing to ignore Lando as he sat on the floor and laughed some more. "She's uh, a friend of mine, and also Logan's best friend. She usually only comes to Miami, but apparently is here today."

"Surprise!" She grinned.

Oscar smiled, the feeling of her happiness radiating towards him. Maybe he liked surprises a lot more than he realized.

"Logan, uh..."

"Sargeant," Lando supplied to Charles from his spot on the floor, wiping his eyes to clear up some tears. "The one who drives for Williams."

Y/N's smile dipped slightly at the reminder that Charles was another driver who wasn't quite close with Logan. But she brought the smile back immediately, doing her best to be nice.

In fact, it was only because Oscar had his eyes on Y/N the entire time that he noticed the small dip. He didn't know just what it was about, but he remembered her make the same expression when she first met Lando.

"Right, yeah," Charles nodded. "I just wanted to make sure I had the right one. It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Charles, and this is my girlfriend Alex."

"Nice to meet you guys," she smiled again, and it was as if nothing was wrong. She cooed at Leo asleep in Alex's arms, "Aw, cute dog. I've been more of a cat person my whole life, but I love puppies."

"His name's Leo," Alex introduced the dog.

"Oh, he's adorable," she grinned.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Y/N," Charles nodded in her direction. "We've got to go now, but hopefully we'll see you later on. Bye Lando, bye son."

"Bye dad," Oscar laughed.

"Bye," Lando waved at them.

Once they were gone, Y/N looked back at Oscar, only to see him already looking at her.

"Hi," she smiled.

"Hey," he breathed out.

"Oi, you two are being too lovey dovey in front of the cameras," Lando warned them. "Go to the motorhome or something."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but he wasn't wrong. There were much more cameras around McLaren than Williams, and people would be dissecting Y/N and Oscar's every move. Considering they weren't even dating, she wanted to keep the secret for a little while longer.

"Right, uh... you wanna come along, Y/N?" Oscar asked her.

"Sure, I'm not due back at Williams until the end of the day," she shrugged. "I got to return my paddock pass then. Coming, Lando?"

"No thank you," he shook his head. "I like my spot on the floor, and I'd rather not accidentally be a cockblock."

"Lando, we're not going to have sex in Oscar's motorhome," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"We're not?" Oscar asked, a joking glint in his eyes.

"Take me out on a date first, then we'll see," she responded in the same tone, turning towards the motorhome and making her way there.

"Hey, I already asked," he reminded her, catching up. "It's up to you to decide when you're cashing in the rain check."

Y/N tilted her head at him, a small smile making its way to her face. "Tell you what, you win the race tomorrow, I'll go on a date with you the next day."

Oscar smirked, "Well, I have to win the race now."

"Nice to know where your motivation factor lies."

The two arrived outside the room, and Oscar opened the door for her.

"What a gentleman," Y/N grinned to herself, entering the small space.

She took a seat on the bed, while Oscar sat in the chair by the desk.

"Are you okay?" Oscar asked once it was just the two of them, no cameras, no Lando, no one else.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, there's something bothering you," Oscar noted. "Or it did bother you at one point. When you were talking to Charles and Alex, you frowned at the start of the conversation. Right after I'd introduced you to them. Like, as if you were upset by something they said or did, I don't know."

Y/N frowned again at the reminder of that interaction, before shaking her head quickly to clear her thoughts.

"Nothing, I mean... like it's not a big deal," she tried to explain. "It's just this weird thing about me."

"You know you can trust me with anything, right?"

"I know, Oscar," she sighed. "It's just... it's complicated, I guess."

"If you want to talk about it, I've got time," he responded.

Y/N stared at him, remembering how she thought she hated him just a few months ago. She saw him as an egotistic prick, who'd left her best friend in the dust after stealing him from her. And here he was now... telling her he'd listen to her if she wanted him to.

"I didn't like you for a long time," she confessed.

At Oscar's hurt look, she continued quickly.

"Wait, no, that didn't come out the way I wanted," she closed her eyes. "I mean, like when we were kids, a long, long time ago. Because, for our entire lives, it'd been Logan and I. We did everything together, always. And then he got serious with racing, and he made other friends. Which was fine by me, because I'd always been his best friend. The only one who managed to come close to my position in Logan's eyes, was you. You were the one who'd managed to be one of his closest friends, because of racing, and you were the one who was closest to taking my place. And... well I was jealous. Which was why I often ran away after Logan's races, never stopped to meet you or talk with you, or any of the other drivers.

"And, you know, the years passed, and Logan and I remained close, and the jealousy faded, but then, I don't know. I guess I was embarrassed to talk to you, because I'd been jealous for so long. And then you both went into F1, and I told myself I'd be happy for both of you... but I wasn't, really. You just— I mean, you came into F1, and the love for you was immediate. The fans, your team, the other drivers. They all loved you, and they wanted to talk to you. And Logan... Logan got stuck with a shitty car and a shitty team, and none of the drivers even wanted to talk to him."

She took a deep breath, continuing, "and I know it's not your fault, but I love Logan, okay? Like I'd quite literally give up my life for him, and seeing him constantly in a place where he wasn't being treated fairly, where he wasn't happy.... it hurts. He's here because he loves racing, but every time people talk shit about him or act like he didn't put in so much work to be here, it makes me upset. I was... I don't know, envious of you on behalf of Logan, if that makes sense. And so I kind of ignored you during F1 as well. But then I began talking to you, and that first time I heard you speak, stumbling over your words, I think that's when I realized you were human. Just like Logan. You didn't choose it to be this way and you can't help it. And you know, a lot of times I can forget most of the people out there have never acknowledged Logan, because he's asked me to forget it so many times, but then they remind me that they haven't... and it hurts, Oscar. It hurts to see that. So you know, I'm sorry for judging you before ever even meeting you. That was stupid of me."

Oscar stared at her for a moment, feeling sick at her words. He'd never had someone who he was that close with, not outside of his family. He couldn't even imagine what went through her head every time she saw him, or the other drivers. He didn't blame her for her feelings, she had every right to hate anyone out there.

"Oscar?" she began hesitantly. "Are you... are you alright?"

He got up from his chair, standing in front of her and pulling her close. She immediately wrapped her arms around his waist, melting into his hug.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry that I let it happen."

"Oscar, it's not your fault," she said, her voice muffled by his embrace. "I realize that now, and it's something Logan's always known. He's never blamed you, I don't either. It's just the way life works."

"It's not great," Oscar commented.

"Nah, not really," she agreed. "But it won't stay like this forever."

She wouldn't let it.

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f1: and it's the FIRST career GRAND PRIX WIN for oscar piastri! a daring move by the aussie in the final laps of the race put him ahead of max verstappen and as the leader of the race, where he led quite comfortably to the checkered flag

mclaren: that's our guy!!

user: OSCARRRRR GO OFF

user: LOGAN IN POINTS SOMEONE TALK ABOUT LOGAN IN POINTS -> user: your honor they're boyfriends

youruser: wow a race winner -> oscarpiastri: it was nothing

user: OSCAR OSCAR OSCAR OSCAR

user: someone check on y/n -> user: ???? -> user: well her and oscar might be dating no one knows. but she's besties with logan, and one of them won and the other's in points so she might be celebrating

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: winning the race ➡️ winning in life

user: OSCAR JACK PIASTRI!! WHO IS THIS???

user: mans just dropped a whole bomb and left

user: boy isn't responding to ANYONE -> user: he said 'look at my girl' and then dipped

user: y'all that's y/n i'm calling it -> user: no she looks too tall in the second pic -> user: i think she's wearing heels

user: oscar get your ass back on this app and answer the peoples' questions -> oscarpiastri: no.

youruser: ugh i love her nails -> oscarpiastri: 🙄 she said thanks babe -> youruser: your girl loves me more than you -> oscarpiastri: i'm afraid it may be so

user: NAH IT AINT Y/N! LOOK AT HER COMMENTS

user: y/n bestie boo tell us who oscar's new girl is -> youruser: no.

user: y/n and oscar are hilarious bcz she's been soft launching her 'friend' for months and now oscar's hiding a whole girlfriend from us -> user: i see what logan meant when he said they're too similar but also completely opposite

user: i still think the girl's y/n

youruser:

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youruser: summer of 24... you were definitely one for the books

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user: YOU'VE BEEN SOFTLAUNCHING OSCAR ALL ALONG????

user: the way i didn't actually see this one coming

user: I FUCKING KNEW ITT

oscarpiastri: best summer yet 🩷 -> youruser: got me blushing and shii

logansargeant: i'd like a written thank you card for being the reason you two are together -> youruser: no 🤍

user: i just KNOW logan's been their biggest shipper

yourmomsig: cutiess

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: it's been ten years in the making

tagged: youruser

user: SHUT UP

user: wait they've been dating for TEN YEARS??!! -> user: no i think he had a crush on her for like ten years

youruser: i adore you 🩷 -> oscarpiastri: it's hard not to adore me

youruser: s i m p -> oscarpiastri: are you complaining? -> youruser: no

logansargeant: again. am i getting a thank you at all??? -> oscarpiastri: sorry my future wife said no -> youruser: jasdjfakhfrshgous -> user: nah she real for that- i'd do the same if oscar said that about me

user: she needs to lose some weight

user: ew why does she smile like that

user: MOM AND DAD

landonorris: i'd also like a thank you for not being a cockblock -> oscarpiastri: no.

f1gossip

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f1gossip: well it's officially been confirmed by oscar piastri and y/n y/ln that they are dating and have been together for at least the summer. it's unclear when they began dating, but we can assume it was after the miami grand prix, where it is believed that they met for the first time.

y/n y/ln is the childhood best friend of logan sargeant, and has took to social media multiple times to defend him. she has completed law school, and we believe she works in england, which is where oscar is located at the moment. for more information on y/n y/ln and the timeline of her and oscar piastri's relationship, check the link in our bio

user: bro who cares

user: i thought this was a driver gossip page not the wags

user: what does oscar see in her? -> user: right like she has to have bewitched him

user: i love her she's such a girlboss

user: idk how oscar does it. my brain would stop working once she smiled at me

user: something about their relationship screams pr to me -> user: like wdym they only met in miami bcz fans wanted them to and now they're dating -> user: nah that's sketchy

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repulsiveliquidation · 7 months ago

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Thorn in My Side || Jessie Fleming

warnings : mentions of injury and surgeries. insinuations of cheating and false accusations. angst. happy ending and smut will be in part two.

summary : you get injured, its Jessie's fault. or so you thought.

a/n : as i type this, i think i've figured out how to incorporate the smut! i'll get to writing as soon as this is posted! i'm not sure if it makes much sense, here's to hoping. enjoy.

“for your UCLA Bruins, number 21, Jessie Fleming!”

Jessie steps forward and smiles, waving to the flood of Bruins fans in the stands cheering them on. You clap with a scowl on your face, watching as the girls in the stands ogle and fawn over her. You’re admittedly jealous of her for reasons unbeknownst to you, but seeing the 5’5’ Canadian made your blood boil.

She was good on the football pitch and was smart to go along with it. Jessie had it all. Being called up for most of her time in school and playing for her national team made her well-known in the soccer world from the moment she was here in America.

She was ferocious on the grass, a fearless midfielder who put everything out there.

The game was a close one, tied at the half 2-2. There were lots of contact, tackles, and battles that made it clear to anyone watching that there was tension between you and Jessie. One always found the other; if one had the ball, the other wanted it.

You had possession, running towards goal. There was a flash of blue and you were on the ground yelling in pain, hands clutching at your ankle. There was a loud pop and your ankle began to swell. The trainers came over and were hauling you off on a stretcher almost immediately, the ref showing Jessie a yellow for the unsafe tackle. It wasn’t a red card because really you fell a little weird and her studs were nowhere near your ankle.

She looked genuinely sorry, taking your hand in hers as you were stretchered off. You were in too much pain to care, shoving her hand out of yours and your teammates pulling her away from you.

A broken ankle was what they said. It was a clean break but you needed surgery and that meant no more soccer for the season.

Just great.

They put you in a wheelchair before you head to the hospital, your parents are already at the stadium to take you. You hear the final whistle blow and your teammate rolls you in, the girls all feeling sad when you tell them the news. There’s a little Bruins blue in the sea of Trojans in front of you and there’s a Canadian standing there digging her cleat into the grass, wanting to apologize.

Megan and Kasey stand beside you just in case things get a little heated. Jessie steps forward and looks more sorry for you when she sees the bandages and you in a wheelchair.

“Is it broken?” she asks genuinely, looking at your leg and then at you.

“No thanks to you,” you snide, rolling your eyes at her. “What do you want now, Fleming?”

“I wanted to apologize, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she says sincerely but you’re too bitter to hear her take ownership of her actions.

“You knew what you were doing, Fleming. You’ve always been out to get me our entire college career and now in our final year you finally get what you want!”

You don’t know the tears were starting until they did, pouring down your face hot and fast. She looked a little mortified and pale, backing away and saying she was sorry over and over before a sea of Bruins pulled her away to celebrate their win.

The whole car ride to the hospital you spent weeping, thinking about how you’re not going to be able to play your senior year out like you had hoped. But more so of the look of pure horror on Jessie’s face when you accused her of hating you so much that she would purposely hurt you.

She looked on the verge of tears. Like hurting you scared her.

You scared her.

“The break is clean, but rehab will take a while if you’re not careful,” said Dr. Jeff, the attending podiatrist.

“How long?”

“You’re looking at 14 to 16 weeks, kiddo. Two years if you’re stubborn like most of my patients are.”

“16 weeks sounds great.”

“Smart kid you got here,” the doctor tells your parents with a smile, “I’ll schedule you in for surgery today, you should be out of here by the end of the week.”

The doctor leaves and your mother begins to fuss, propping up pillows and getting your nurse to bring you more jello. Your father, on the other hand, has a look of all-knowing on his face.

“I’m sorry Dad,” you begin, head hanging low the moment your mother leaves the room.

“Don’t be sorry, peanut. These things happen. Better now than when you’re on a professional team, yeah?”

“She didn’t really make me break my ankle did she?” you ask, looking up at your dad who was rubbing your back as the tears filled your eyes again.

“It was the perfect tackle, kiddo. You just fell a little funny is all.”

“She looked so horrified when I said she did it on purpose,” you sob, leaning into your father’s stomach. He held you tight and cradled your head, your heart hurting more than your broken ankle, the face Jessie made when the words left your mouth etched behind your eyelids.

There are plenty of flowers in your room the moment you wake from surgery. Lots of cards and get well soon balloons hung from the ceiling. You were still groggy when your teammates visited, Megan was sure to bring lots of Sharpies to sign your cast with, all the girls leaving a nice note for you on it.

There was an hour left for visitations and your parents just left to wash up at home. You were mindlessly scrolling through the terrible TV channel selections while finishing your 5th Jello cup when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” you yell, thinking it was a nurse coming to check your vitals again. What you didn’t expect was to see a brunette Canadian poking her head through the door.

“Hi,” she said sheepishly, standing by the door unsure if you really would want her to come in.

“What are you doing here?” you ask as kindly as possible, eyes flickering towards the clock above the door, “it’s late, why aren’t you back at school?”

“Spring Break, my parents are down from Canada so I asked to see you before we drove back,” she says quietly, stepping in a little more. “Can I come in?”

You nod, unsure if your mouth would be polite enough. Anger still seethed in your bones but the look of sheer horror on her face was still fresh in your mind.

“How bad was it?” she begins, still standing near the now-closed door.

“Clean break, should take 16 weeks if I’m careful.”

“That’s good. The doctors here are great.”

“They are quite convincing, they know how to get a patient to stay on their medical plan.”

“Did you get Dr. Jeff?”

“He accused me of being stubborn.”

Jessie laughs and you smile, a light blush creeping up your cheeks. It’s an adorable sound and her face of laughter replaces the one of fear you had burned into your mind.

“I’m really sorry for all this,” she begins but you cut her off.

“It wasn’t your fault, my dad said it was a clean tackle. I just fell funny.”

You looked up at her and saw the relief on her face and she stepped forward, taking your hand in hers. You took a deep breath and reciprocated her ownership of her mistakes, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders the moment you looked her in the eyes.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said the other day Jessie, that was not fair to you.”

“Heat of the moment love, don’t worry about it.”

Your heart clenches hard when the pet name slips out of her lips and you smile, hoping she didn’t see your eyes dilate and feel your skin warm up. She nods and bids goodbye just as her phone rings which tells you her parents are waiting outside.

You sit there giddy and a little starstruck as she disappears out of view. Your hand is warm from her touch and you can still feel her hand holding yours. You thump your head back and curse loudly, before grabbing your leg in pain temporarily forgetting that you were actually hurt.

You giggle and bite your lip, shaking your head when your phone dings.

Maybe: Jessie Fleming.

“You look cute when you’re flustered.”

You clap a hand to your mouth and smile, face heating up with a dark blush.

“You did this, you better fix it.”

“I think we can make that happen, love.”

You don’t think you slept much that night, texting till the sun came up. Your parents came in to check on you in the morning and found you with your phone still on call with Jessie but you two were asleep. You woke up to your doctors talking to your parents and discussing your rehab plan. There was another text from Jessie, making your heart skip a beat.

“You’re also very cute when you’re sleeping.”

Over the next few weeks, you two talked constantly. Jessie kept you company when you were bored at rehab and you kept her company while she was training on her own. You called her every night before bed, giggling and laughing well into the night most nights.

“How is rehab coming along?” Jessie asked as you were lying back on the examination table to relax your ankle. She was in her bed, looking as stunning as you had been denying yourself the chance to admit.

“Good, looks like I can put pressure on it by next week if Tiff lets me,” you say, side-eyeing your trainer Tiffany who was doing cupping on another teammate’s back.

“Girl, I will hold your papers hostage, don’t test me,” Tiffany jokes, waving the lit fire stick at you.

“Yes ma’am I’ll be super-duper extra careful!” you answer with a salute, making Jessie laugh so loud it rings through the room. Most of your teammates know the thing you’ve got going with her and think it’s cute.

All but one.

Megan.

She stood at the door listening to you ramble on about Jessie this and Jessie that, her blood boiling at the thought of you being buddy-buddy with the girl she believed to be the one who hurt you.

Megan was a freshman who was from Florida. She was a great pick from her high school team, and the best defender on the East Coast. She made the team here at USC and to say the least, she fit right in.

There was homogeny that wasn’t there before she joined and the linkup between you and her helped you take her under your wing. She looked up to you and was so ecstatic to play with you after watching you on TV.

She felt that Jessie took away her only chance to play with you before you graduated.

Jessie needed to pay.

“Hey, weird question,” Jessie starts, one night while you two were tucked in bed and on the phone with each other.

“Yeah?” you ask, turning over onto your side. Jessie looked a little concerned but you shrugged it off, the girl was known to constantly look worried.

“Someone sent me this photo but it’s from an unknown number, I thought it was weird.”

Sent.

You looked at it in shock.

It was you. Kissing a girl on the basketball team.

“Jess this isn’t me.”

“I’m not blind you know, that’s you.”

“Jessie, I swear this was doctored! I’ve never talked to this girl, let alone fucking kissed her!”

“Then why did the fucking photo come with a text that said, “She’s not who you think she is,”?”

“I don’t know! No one else but the girls know about you and me! I promise Jessie please!”

“I need some time to think. Leave me alone.”

She hangs up.

The tears fill your eyes as you stare at this photo. You don’t even think you’ve crossed paths with this girl, having not been the biggest fan of basketball. But your face was clearly there and hers was too. Her lips were on yours and you looked like you were enjoying yourself.

You think and you think hard. You didn’t go to any parties lately with your leg and you haven’t been to any games of theirs. You stared at the photo for hours, wracking your brain for some kind of explanation.

An explanation as to why Jessie looked so hurt at the thought of you with someone else.

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queen-of-reptiles · 4 months ago

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𝙶𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝙶

description: in which jessie fleming is not afraid to go out walking in London at night - because of her guard dog

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disclaimer: this is all fiction! Don't take any of this seriously xx

warnings: some swearing, cuteness, scary gf x cute gf (jessie being the cute one obvs) chelsea (a warning in itself), slight homophobia and scary teenagers

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y/n smiled softly as she pulled on her second boot, watching as Jessie hummed to herself while she pulled on her jacket, the young Canadian excited to go for her evening walk with her girlfriend.

The two couldn't be more different from each other, Jessie was short, sweet, and a happy looking girl with a gorgeous smile - which was what drew y/n in.

y/n was tall, curved, dark and almost scary looking from how her dark eyes were always cold and narrowed - people crossed the street to avoid passing her.

If seen together the two would look almost comical. Jessie in her blue shorts and grey hoodie, holding her coffee mug with a wide grin. y/n in her black jeans, fishnets and leather jacket.

y/n's hair was slicked back in her usual shag, and her lips were painted their usual dark colour as she held out her hand to Jessie who happily took it.

Jessie let y/n lock their apartment then skipped happily down toward the doors, y/n's hands swinging in hers as the tall woman easily kept up with her excitable girlfriend's skips.

Jessie and y/n passed one of their usual neighbours and the man chuckled at them as Jessie happily said 'hello' and y/n just nodded, watching as her girlfriend sighed in relief as they stepped into the city air.

"We'll walk to the park and back?" y/n offered to Jessie who nodded, happily taking her hand tighter as she wraps around y/n's arm. Sighing in relief as the taller woman wrapped her arm around Jessie's shoulder and brought her into her side.

"I've been thinking." Jessie begins softly.

"Oh no, that is never good." y/n chuckles and Jessie rolls her eyes, giggling as she nudges y/n with her hip.

"Shut up." Jessie hums. "I'm thinking about telling people, like about us." She continues and y/n smiles.

"Okay." y/n nods and Jessie looks up grinning.

"Really?" She asks and y/n nods. "Great." Jessie smiles.

y/n and Jessie had been together over a year. The main reason no one had figured it out was because y/n was a managing director and designer for a newer fashion company.

The company had taken off and y/n was now in charge of a team of 200 people instead of 20 when she first started the company with her friend over three years ago.

The few TikTok's her employees had managed to get her in people loved her, for her style and her youth, her humour and her sarcasm, but usually, y/n was just too busy to deal with the younger people's fun.

Some footballers had worn some of their clothes, though their main collab was with the Manchester City girls, which Jessie didn't forgive for a week.

However, occasionally someone would clock Jessie wearing some jeans from their 'Hopeless Blues' collection, or a top from their 'Fruity colours and quotes' one.

Though no one had expected it and therefore paired it up, with the main office being in Manchester, y/n could assume why people thought she worked there.

y/n had stopped to grab her and Jessie juice, paying the stall man with a smile she could see Jessie on her phone, but y/n assumed she was taking a selfie.

She walked over, mind running through the four meetings she had tomorrow, always finding their walks helpful to plan out her work day ahead for the next day.

"Thank you baby!" Jessie smiles, posting the video without much of a thought.

"Of course." y/n smiles, pecking Jessie's lips before the two continue their walk.

As they walked neither checked their vibrating phones, so neither saw the reaction to Jessie's video about her guard dog boyfriend - in trend with the Babushka song - going viral.

As the two continued walking a group of teenage boys walked past, rolling their eyes as the group snickered at the slurs they threw at the two.

"Fags honestly."

"Lesbos."

"Can I watch?"

"What did you just say?" y/n asks, turning to face the group, the three teenagers suddenly becoming very still and shocked.

"Well, we..." One of them tries.

"Think it's funny, hurling words you don't understand the meaning of because you see two girls holding hands?" y/n asks.

"Well..." one of them tries again.

"Think it's funny that you kids won't ever get respect from others outside of the level of people with two braincells because you think being homophobic is funny?" y/n asks them.

Their eyes had widened comically now, y/n was nothing short of scary when she needed to be, and despite having a 5ft 3 girl still connected to her hand, her point had clearly got through.

"Do better." y/n tells them angrily, before rolling her eyes and turning back to Jessie. "You okay baby?" y/n asks and Jessie can't help but smile as she leans up and kisses her girlfriend.

"As long as I have you baby." Jessie smiles before they continue their walk, leaving three sheepish boys behind them.

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"Babe!" y/n called out, a small snort falling from her lips as she hears Jessie's feet run across the apartment, y/n's eyes glued to her phone screen as she stops typing on her laptop.

"Yes?" Jessie asks as she sticks her head around the corner with a wide grin. "Wait, are you working?" Jessie asks. "Babe!" She huffs.

"I know, I know, I'm coming to watch the movie baby, I promise." y/n says trying to calm the Canadian down.

"It's half eight! Just put the laptop away." Jessie whines. "You said you were going to shower." She adds.

"And I did, hair all washed, see?" y/n tries. "I just thought I could get a quick email in about tomorrow's presentation." y/n tries but Jessie huffs and folds her arms.

"You always do this when we have our nights together." Jessie says, a pout on her lips as she fiddles with her hoodie. "I just wanna spend time with you." She adds and y/n sighs.

Jessie pouts and y/n groans, throwing her phone on the side and shutting her laptop. Jessie's eyes sparkle with victory as y/n walks over, arms wrapping around Jessie to hoist her onto her hips.

"Weeeee." Jessie says quietly, smiling as y/n sits on the bed, bringing Jessie onto her lap so she can connect their lips.

"I'm sorry I'm a work-aholic. But this company is my baby." y/n sighs.

"And you have done, still do and will do an amazing job, as long as you are able to take a break and give love to your adorable girlfriend." Jessie states.

"I can definitely do that last part." y/n smiles, leaning forward and pressing multiple pecks along Jessie's face, the footballer laughing as y/n's fingers dig into her sides.

Jessie jerks to the side, squealing in shock at being tickled, she tries to scramble away but y/n chuckles and uses her long legs to roll them, so she could stay on Jessie and keep tickling.

Jessie's squeals had now turned into breathless laughs, occasional begs to stop as y/n watched with an evil grin as tears of joy raced down Jessie's cheeks.

"Okay, okay, I'm done." y/n promises, holding her hands up as Jessie lets out a huff of relief, glaring at her lover who chuckles.

y/n grins and leans forward, pressing several kisses to Jessie's lips, each one longer than the last, Jessie humming happily into the physical attention she was receiving.

"Also, guard dog, really?" y/n asks Jessie who giggles. y/n rolls her eyes but stands up, Jessie scrambling after and attaching herself to y/n's front, legs curled around her hips.

"Yes, really, you're my guard dog." Jessie states and y/n huffs but says nothing as she sits down on the sofa, bringing Jessie to the side of her.

Just as the two go to begin their movie, there is a series of rapid knocks on the door and y/n groans, pressing her lips to Jessie's cheek before moving to the door and ripping it open.

A determined Sam Kerr shrieks at how quick the door opens and her jaw drops as she looks up at the tall woman in front of her trying to figure out her height.

"Fuck you're tall." Sam says in shock.

"What do you want?" y/n asks her, confused as to why she had turned up.

"Um, my friend admits she has a girlfriend I haven't met on TikTok and you thought you could have a quiet night in?" Sam asks and y/n sighs, running a hand over her face.

"She's in the living room." y/n explains and Sam storms in, y/n shutting the door rather firmly.

"JESSIE FLEMING." Sam's shout rings and y/n chuckles at that. She may have never met Sam before, but she could already tell they would get on.

"Babe! Help!" Jessie calls and y/n sighs, walking back to her girlfriend where Sam sat on her, hands trying to tickle at the giggling girl's sides.

y/n's shoulders roll back and she reaches over and pull Sam from her girlfriend, throwing the footballer onto the other sofa and falling next to Jessie.

The Canadian grins widely and scuttles into y/n's lap Sam watching with wide shocked eyes.

"You're a strong'un." Sam states.

"She's mine to touch Kerr. You lay off." y/n warns and Sam snorts in shock as Jessie presses a kiss to y/n's cheek.

"Sam, meet my girlfriend/guard dog y/n. y/n meet one of my closest friend's Sam." Jessie explains and y/n chuckles.

"Pleasure to meet you Kerr." y/n smiles, leaning over to shake Sam's hand, her other arm wrapping around Jessie to keep her stable on her lap.

"I so need you to fight Millie!" Sam grins and y/n laughs.

"Look forward to it." She nods.

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hypernova-writes · 6 days ago

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*in sad orphaned Canadian child voice* please... please do the rest of the pregnancy reveals, I'd give you a Looney, but I am all out. 🥺

a/n: Of course you can have the rest~! also only reason pyro isn't on here is that I have a fic planned with them about adoption!

Mercs finding out their S/o is pregnant! Spy,Medic,Engineer,Heavy,Soldier

Spy

You already knew how Spy felt about kids. And normally you two were so so careful because of this. You knew that he was Scout's father and how he was absent from his life. And you desperately didn't want to lose the relationship you had with him.

So you hid it. Swore Medic that he wouldn't say a thing. But the doctor was concerned.

"Y/n. I know you do not vant to tell Zhe Spy..but it could be dangerous if you go out on that battle field, and respawn vhile vith child." "I can't let him figure out Medic. I have to make it seem like I am normal."

You began shying away from his touch, not allowing Spy to touch your stomach, you hid the medicines Medic gave you for morning Sickness, and went out on missions as little as possible.

To Spy, something was fishy from the beginning. He'd notice you frequenting Medic's office, changing the size of your clothes, not wearing the stuff he'd bought for you previously.

Then when you started shying away from his touch, he just assumed you were setting a new boundary at first. Until he saw that you allowed MEDIC of all people to touch your stomach.

So today, he invited you to his smoking room, he saw that you were hesitate to enter, so he puts out his cigarette. He turns to you, his mask was off as he walked up to you.

"Care to explain.." He shows you the ultrasound photos, and you felt your breath hitch. He walked over to you to caress your face.

"You rather put yourself in danger, zhan tell me zhat you are pregnant?" "Spy-" "Non. I am talking. Why would you do zhis?"

Spy says as he lowers his hand to caress your stomach. "You put our child in danger. You're to stop immediatly. anything you need, I will take care of. Zhis is our child."

"I..I was.."

"Afraid. and zhat is my fault. but. I do not want to possibly lose you both because Of how i used to feel."

Spy holds you, allowing you to finally relax in his arm.

"I will be a better dad. For our child. I will not repeat my mistakes.."

Medic

(This is a bold of you to assume that Medic doesnt ALREADY kno-)

"Oh mein schätzchen! something has come up as an anomaly in your system! I'm gonna run some tests!"

Medic knew EXACTLY what it was, but he wanted to make sure that was what it was before he got all giddy.

He walked over and gave you a kiss before collecting the sample from you.

Medic was a wonderful lover, he always made sure to take care of you. His aftercare was amazing and he would always make sure that you were alright.

He was also the type of person to track your ovulation cycle. Medic really wanted to have a kid (i head canon that he is really good with kids-). So he tracked it so he would know when the perfect time to get you pregnant.

"Ah! My My I vas correct!"

He returns to your side and grabs your hand. "Ve're going to be expecting! You are pregnant!"

You kinda had a feeling, because of the morning sickness, but the giddy and happy expression on Medic face as he started to ramble off about baby things and eveything he needed to get ready and how he needed Heavy's helping building a crib was adorable to you.

"You seem more happier than I am baby.." "I Just might be! I've always vanted to be a Vater!"

Engineer.

This man RADIATES father energy. He'd already like the dad of the group (alongside heavy).

The two of you weren't trying to have a kid, but Engineer surely wasn't wrapping it before he tapped that sweet ass of yours. So when you fell pregnant, you were excited.

You would make your way to his workshop, ultrasound photo in hand as you skipped up to him. "Dell babykins!"

Engineer turns you with a smile on his face. "Howdy love of my life~. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You smile as you bring him away from his desk, and making him sit on the edge of the bed as you begin handing him things.

First you hand him a mug that says #1 Dad on it. Then you hand him a cute baby tool set you had found made all out of squishy toys, this makes him chuckle.

"Awe thanks sugarpie-" "That isn't all!" "Now what in tarnation do you have there"

You hand him the envelope and watch as he opens it while mumbles somethings to himself.

"Now sugarplum what is th-" He cuts himself off as he sees the picture, he tilts his head before he covers his mouth with his hand.

The two of you stand in silence for a bit before Engineer feels the tears start to run down his cheeks.

"Y-you're..W-we're..?"

You nod, making him him pull you into a hug, he rocks you back and forth pressing kisses all over your face.

You could tell he was excited, no more words needed to be spoken between the two of you.

Heavy

(Think of this as a continuation from his kinktober-)

Heavy noticed a change in your routine ever so slightly

At first it started with you stopping drinking after matches, it peeked his interests because usually you'd share a drink with them after a battle well done.

He could understand that, he barely drank as it is, so when you stopped he respected your wishes.

Then he would see that you stopped eating certain things, staying away from seafood in particular, usually you were first in line whenever they decided to get together and make a seafood boil or bake/fry fish. You were turn it down, sometimes the smell alone got you nauseous.

Now when you stopped fighting? Oh Heavy was worried now. So he took you to Medic.

"DOKTOR! SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH WIFE!"

Medic runs tests on you, and asks you simple questions before turning to Heavy.

"Vell..Congratulations! your vife is pregnant!"

Cue Heavy wanting to SMACK himself for not realizing the signs. He helped his mother around when she was pregnant with his sisters, so he was surprised he didn't realize that's what was wrong with you.

"I..should've known forgive me.."

You give him plenty of kisses and just ask for him to give you a massage.

Soldier

You would have to break it down for Soldier.

Because while he does understand that women can have children, and that you could possible bear his child. But his understanding stops there. Like he's not that stupid, it's just he just doesn't understand womans anatomy completely.

"Solly, Look!" You decide to sit him down on his bed, showing him a picture of an ultra sound that you'd gotten done.

"AND WHAT IS THIS A PICTURE OF?" "A baby Solly! Our baby!"

Soldier tilts his head, "OURS?" Soldier takes the photo and holds it close to his face. "BUT IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE OURS"

"That's because he's only a few months Solly, soon when he's born, he'll have our features."

"HE?" "Mhm. We're having a son!"

That'll make him excited.

He'll pick you up and twirl you around, kissing your cheek. He'll put you down and quickly ran out of the room.

"I AM GOING TO BE A FATHER!!!"

Pyro isn't in here because i have a seperate fanfic!!

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months ago

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AITA for blocking and moving on?

I (18M) am in a variety of discord servers, many of which have overlapping members, one of which being who we'll call Alina (18F). Alina has currently been obsessed with some new franchise that I don't care about— I watched the movies and I thought they were hot garbage and dumb, but enjoy what you want, I don't care if you like it even if I hated it. Just don't show it to me.

The thing is... she's been posting about it EVERYWHERE. Fanart she's done, posts on Twitter she likes, "Oh I love the ship between the two main characters! They're so great, don't you all agree?" I've already unfollowed her on Tumblr and I don't use Twitter, but seeing her post about it all the time has been driving me nuts.

I don't want to tell her I want her to stop posting it everywhere because we share a majority of servers, so I just blocked her on Discord (which hides all messages they send in the servers, I can usually tell which channels she's talking about it in so I can unclick in others).

She found out I had her blocked when she pinged me, asking about my IRL LIFE to see what I felt about the movie series she likes, which creeped me out (she was asking me to go out and take photos of a place for her because she had a mutual who went there for the movie series; she is Western(?) Canadian and I live on the East Coast of America). She asked one of her friends to DM me for her, getting furious about how I blocked her for no reason. I told her that I don't like seeing stuff for her movie series which is why I blocked her, and she got furious at me, saying I should talk to her (I told her I didn't want to impose on her fun) and I shouldn't just go blocking people (I can still see your messages, it's just opt-in now).

AITA for this?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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seiya234 · 1 month ago

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happy tauniversary

this post is kind of late, because i was out with my kid all day at the corn maze.

a lot has changed since we started TAU

ten years ago I had been in maryland all of two months. my then-fiancee and i had moved from texas, where we both had lived our entire lives. i was not only planning our wedding (in texas!) but i was also starting my ph.d.

to say that i had a lot going on would be a huge understatement.

i had just gotten into gravity falls via tumblr- shout out to whoever made a gif set from 'the hand that rocks the mabel'- when i ran across zoey's original two to three posts. to this day i couldn't entirely tell you why my brain seized on this au, other than it did and it immediately went into hyperfocus mode.

before TAU, i hadn't really written any fanfic except for some discworld au and some drabbles here and there. but a post about future niblings really inspired me and before i knew it i was writing.

i started messaging @zillychu a LOT and god bless their heart they humored me and answered back. after about a month of accumulated posts they created the blog and began to mod it with @homebeccer and @ghostfiish . There was a brief period where @zillychu was thinking about stepping back from the blog and because i was an extremely over eager beaver, i practically kicked down the door of their inbox and begged to be a mod.

the rest, as they say, is history.

i had absolutely zero idea that this would last ten years. when i joined, i had no idea that we'd have a skype channel and then two (two!) discords, that there would be a wiki, that there would be fanvids and tiktoks and cosplay and of course the literal terabytes of fic and art.

to this day, it still thrills me to no end that y'all make art and fic of my OCs. never in my wildest dreams as a tiny baby weeb would i have ever thought that THAT would be a possibility.

a lot has changed for me in these ten years. i got married. i recently got divorced. i had a baby, and now that baby is a big girl and in kindergarten. it took dont-ask-how-long but i finally got the ph.d and now shamelessly introduce myself as Dr. Seiya everywhere i go.

and i made friends. @haberdashing and @avafalls from our early days (hey habby and avagator!) @skia-oura sent me a beautiful baby kimono from their home in Japan and I still have the beautiful log and flower arrangement @oreramar made me one christmas. (the hot chocolate is long gone lol) i've enjoyed so very deeply getting to know @toothpastecanyon, @feferipeixes and @avespecora (sorry i missed the eclipse!) i almost got detained at the canadian border for @marypsue (spoiler alert, don't tell canadian immigration you're staying with a friend from the internet but you don't know their home address)

the blog almost got deleted. we've had mods come and go as life happens and moves on. the blog is old enough i've been able to see trends happen, and characters become popular, fade away... then coming roaring back again. i've personally told the mods two times that i was stepping back from the blog For Real For Real (for real this time) because life was catching up to me and I just wasn't as in to it as I used to be only to come slinking back like the dirty liar I am. i see in your notes all the time that you all have been reading this since you were tweenagers which ngl does make me feel the cold breath of the grave on my mid-thirties back but also warms my heart.

@transcendence-au changed my life, and for the better.

thank you @zillychu for making a random one off hc post that exploded into something i don't think you could have ever predicted.

and thank you all (yes, you. you in the back. i like your shirt.) for your support and your love.

#transcendence au #this was going to be longer but said kid now needs to have a bath #seiya writes!

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two-white-butterflies · 1 year ago

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parallel lines | d. targaryen | part two

Description: An ordinary middle school teacher moves to a desolate town with her fiancee. After suffering episodes of vivid nightmares, she realizes that his uncle looks exactly like the man in her dreams.

Pairings: daemon targaryen/reader, aemond targaryen/reader

Trope: Reincarnation

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"Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view" - Nothing Else Matters, Metallica

(CANADIAN HEIGHTS, DRAGONVIEW. JANUARY 3, 2023)

"You couldn't have told me about Rhaenyra?" the sentence slips off your tongue immediately after the door slams shut. He takes a deep inhale, further expanding your doubts as he places his coat on the rack. "I don't like her - never did." he grumbled while walking towards the living room - you trail after him.

"I didn't think that you'd meet each other." he reasoned while opening a bottle of beer. "- it's the first time in twenty years that I've seen her work. She got the majority of Dad's trust." he avoided your gaze.

You continued staring at him - waiting until he tells the truth. "You could've told me that she was your sister." you pointed out. A scoff exits his mouth. "Half-sister." he corrected while taking his mug off the counter and storming straight to his office.

(STARLIGHT STEAKHOUSE, DRAGONVIEW. JANUARY 4, 2023)

The dinner came sooner than expected. Soon, you found yourself in the middle of a crowded steakhouse with all the school's faculty. It was pleasant to be in this atmosphere - they all had a familiar aura. One that you'd find in the Mayor's Office or a Family Reunion. They were all cool - nonchalant almost.

"The political climate in Dragonview is relatively calm. I thought all hell would break loose after Viserys died - but Corlys seems to be running this city well." Harwin, Rhaenyra's husband, proclaimed. You were about to ask a question, but a man walks in.

He had an impeccable posture, shoulder's straight - with the same command as a military officer. He was wearing black trousers and a polo shirt that was tucked in neatly. You could hardly make out the Lacoste logo on his chest - if it weren't for the smell of Le Labo Santal 33 that blinded you.

Your eyes trailed from his clothes to his face. Those fucking purple eyes - those eyes that you've been searching for. They looked like a field of Lavender, and all you wanted to do was drown in them. "Is she the new teacher in lucky St. Goretti?" he opened his mouth, his voice was velvety and deep. It made your head spin.

"Yes, the middle faculty's attractive levels are rising." Rhaenyra pats your back and you share a small chuckle. "I'm Daemon, Daemon Targaryen." he says his full name - like it was something that you needed to remember. He looked important, who was he?

"(Your Name)" you responded while shaking his hand. Electric sparks course through your body. Enchanted by a guy that you only met? Unethical. The man sits beside you - tracing his muscles through his tight polo-shirt. He was familiar. You knew him somewhere.

You knew everything about his body language - the way he leaned back when something was hilarious - the way that he took up space because he knew that he was entitled to it. His face looked like coming home. He looked like a thousand sleepless nights cuddled near the fire. But you shouldn't be feeling this way.

It was wrong that time stood still for a man other than Aemond.

"He's my uncle, actually. He owns the land where the school is standing in." Rhaenyra confirmed and your eyebrows merged into each other. "He's your uncle? Is he also Aemond's uncle?" you inquired, seeing an unsettling resemblance between him and your boyfriend. "He's our father's brother." Rhaenyra answered with a smile. "It's a small town, everyone's related." Harwin says.

You felt outcasted one more. Aemond knew everything about you, but you hardly knew anything about his past. When you asked him about it, he'd ignore you and move to 'better' topics. It felt like you were purposefully in the dark about him - like he was hiding something important.

"It's nice to finally meet you. My first meeting with Rhaenyra was quite rocky." you chuckled nervously, everyone in the table was searching for something behind your eyes. Waiting for you to remember? "So she's told," Daemon flashed you a rare smile.

"Of course, he's arrived fashionably late as usual." Rhaenys teased her cousin while cutting through her steak. "Do not get too cocky with me Rhaenys, just because you're the mayor's wife now." Daemon jested and everyone laughed at his joke. "You can't blame him, ever since his ex-wife died and left him that massive public library - he's spent all of his time there." Rhaenyra rolls her eyes, taking a sip of a diet coke.

"It's free and I will use it." he shrugged, turning his knees in your direction. You knew what it meant - he liked you. Was it possible that you weren't the only one with this feeling? "I must admit, I'm a little curious. Where did you meet my brother? What was his job again?" she placed a finger on her lips, attempting to remember her brother's job. Since her father's death, they've all went their opposite ways.

"He streams," you answer and the entire table falls into silence. They weren't luddites, but they were oblivious when it came to modern technology. "It's a work from home type of thing." you expanded and they all nodded. "How did you meet him?" Rhaenyra repeated her question and your face relaxes.

(BERNINA EXPRESS, SWITZERLAND TO ITALY. AUGUST 23, 2018)

Europe was beautiful, really cold, but beautiful.

It was your eighteenth birthday, also the death anniversary of your mother. It's been a decade since she died - life has never been better. "Coffee or hot chocolate?" the attendant inquires and you look at her, "Nothing, thank you." you popped those headphones back on.

So you're leaving, in the morning. On the early train.

It's been ten years since you've last listened to this song - it's humble melody still brought you comfort. You looked towards the vast horizon, soaking in the beautiful scenery of Switzerland. Never in a million years did you expect stepping foot in this country.

Well, I could say everything alright. And I could pretend and say goodbye.

"Miss, you're in my seat." a man leans down, standing beside you.

Your gaze hikes up to his face - he was an ethereal wisp of a man, he had a buzzcut and his hood was partially covering his face. Although, the hood wasn't enough to cover his missing eye. A purple eye?

"What? My seat is 13B." you stared at the ticket in your hands. You reached towards your phone, exiting Spotify and deciding to give him your full attention. "Yes, and you're in 13C." he clenched his jaw. Your cheeks turned crimson red.

"I'm sorry. Here, I'll move." you apologized, moving your body until you were seated beside the window. "It's alright, I'd sit there but I don't like window seats." he settled his backpack on his lap. A frown is etched upon your face, "How? It's the best seat." you voiced out.

An amused chuckle escaped his mouth.

"For you, maybe."

(STARLIGHT STEAKHOUSE, DRAGONVIEW. JANUARY 4, 2023)

"How did you meet him?"

"Europe, it's a romantic place." you smiled fondly at the memory. You always believed that you were lucky to meet him - the perfect strangers. It came straight out of a Disney movie. "Oh, where? Harwin and I met there too!" Rhaenyra cheered, quickly leaning on her husband's shoulder. "The Bernina Express."

Harwin's eyes narrowed - seemingly remembering an experience of his own. "Oh, remember that family trip when we went to in Italy? We took the Bernina Express too, was that where you met?" Harwin asked and Rhaenyra grumbled. "What date was that again?" she inquired and Daemon answered this time; with a shaky breath.

"August 23," he gulped.

It was the day where he remembered. The day that he began looking for you. "Exactly, it was my birthday." you smiled and Rhaenyra couldn't help but laugh. "We could've known each other sooner. Although, me and the others took the first class seats. Aemond insisted on getting the normal ones." she reminisced.

Daemon's teeth burrowed into his lower lip.

Did Aemond plan for this?

"Invisible string theory?" Mysaria inquired, but no one understood her reference. "We're glad to know you now," Daemon nodded - seemingly convincing himself. "Likewise," you smiled.

"(Your Name) can I get your Instagram? I took a really cool photo and I want to post it." Rhaenyra asked while pulling out her phone.

"Yeah sure!"

RhaeTargaryen: Dinner with the #SJTWSID Faculty! ❤️ Anyone know the full name of our beloved school?

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(RED KEEP MANSIONS, DRAGONVIEW. JANUARY 4, 2023)

"I hope that you don't take the entire thing to heart." Rhaenyra stands outside of her uncle's mansion, half her foot was inside the door - half was still splayed on the concrete. "Everything happens for a reason," he responded with a thin lipped smile.

Rhaenyra becoming his close confidant was a surprise. In his other life, he was older by decades - in this life, there were only four years between them. They could relate to each other now - know each other in ways deeper than shared blood.

She breathes a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad that's all sorted. Just don't think much about it, I'm sure that Aemond doesn't remember. We haven't seen him since that trip 5-years ago, where he met her." Rhaenyra whispered. "Do you think that he remembered there too?" he couldn't help but inquire.

Rhaenyra ponders for a moment, before seeing her son descend from the Grand Staircase. "Don't think about it, uncle." she moved past him. "Jace, it's time to go home." she smiled.

Daemon did think about it.

It was 12:00am. Four hours past his bedtime.

All he could think about was you. The thought of you being engaged to his nephew brought shivers down his spine.

You were his wife for gods sake! The woman that healed his wounds, showed him what true love meant. Aemond did not deserve you.

He closes his eyes, trying to remove the mental image in his head. His nephew's arms around your waist, pressing kisses on your neck. Aemond standing beside you, usurping Daemon's rightful place.

There was an indescribable feeling in his heart. Hopelessness.

He'd exchange all the money in his bank account just to feel you in his arms again, seeking comfort in him like you used to do before. He misses the way that you'd talk to him about healing, and sometimes he'd tell you stories about his past in the battlefield.

Most of all, he misses the way that you'd plan about the future. Naming all the sons and daughters that you wanted to have.

Sons and daughters that he promises to have with you.

Please remember. Was the last thought that went through his head until he fell asleep.

(TIRANO, ITALY. AUGUST, 23 2018.)

Daemon exited the building carefully, excited to finally be back in this beautiful place. The country where Renaissance began. He sees a woman - walking past him and he can't help but feel drawn towards her. She was beautiful, slender and with alluring eyes.

The world stood still for a moment, before he finally got the guts to open his mouth. "Miss, can you take a picture of me?" he requested, pulling out his vintage camera that he bought especially for this trip. "I really have to meet someone," she tried to reason, clearly panicked and staring at the floor.

"Please, just one picture." he pleaded - feeling that familiar pain in his head. Hopefully the dreams wouldn't return tonight. "O-okay," she stuttered, reaching for his camera. He adjusted his suit, leaning on one of the airplane statues that they had in the courtyard. She clicks, taking a picture of him - before running off.

All without staring at his face.

"Thank you," he whispered - holding his camera and feeling electric sparks course through his body. She was the last thing he remembered before falling out of consciousness.

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A message to polytherians.

If you find yourself thinking, "I wish I could just have one theriotype." This is a TRAP. And I'll tell you why but first there are two things I want you to do following this thought.

1. Ask yourself. And really think about it. You want to be a monotherian? If you were a monotherian, what would you want your theriotype to be? You kinda get stuck, right? You kinda feel like all of your theriotypes are you and it's easier said than done to just choose one you'd want to keep? It's not so easy to say, "yeah, I think I'd rip this and this identity from who I am as a person. If I had the opportunity." I've been down this road. You cannot just choose one because you are not one.

2. Now ask yourself. And really think about it. Why do you want this? Let me put it this way. If you were the only therian on Earth, you would still be polytherian, right? And what would you want then? Me, I think I'd just want to be myself, and not in a million years would I be preoccupied with whether I'd get taken more seriously if only I was just a grey wolf.

You are what you are. You cannot choose. I used to waste my time with hypotheticals where I was only one species. But the truth is these have as much of a point as hypotheticals where I'm a French Canadian contractor in the 1980s named Stephan. My species is who I am. There is no reality where I am only one.

There is beauty in polytherianthropy. You contain multitudes! Most living things on Earth are only one species. You're several! Isn't that absurd and wondrous? You are like a quilt. There's probably nothing else in the universe quite like you. Rejoice in it!

#therian #alterhuman #therian positivity #''monotherian'' here is of course not meant to be derogatory. it is simply what the word would be if there was need for one which there was #all therian identities are the true therian identity #polykin

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intervex · 1 month ago

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Intersex-disabled combination survey results part 2: two flags and coinings and one non-result

Part 1 here with flags for four other ways that intersex and disability can go together and one new coining

Left: Inter-iatrogene. an intersex person with an iatrogenic disability. Iatrogenesis is the term for when medical intervention causes illness or disability. This will often overlap with interdebility. But an intersex person who willingly chooses a surgery which causes them an unintended disability (e.g. chronic pain) would be an inter-iatrogene and not interdebilitated. An intersex person who has PTSD from a (non-medical) hate crime would be interdebiltated and not an inter-iatrogene.

Right: Interimpaired: seeing your individual case of your personal intersex variation as a disability. For example, somebody who understands their salt-wasting CAH as a disability, but is not trying to claim that everybody with CAH understands their variation that way.

Survey results: relevant details

Inter-iatrogene / intersex-associated iatrogenic disability

The matching of the candidate term "inter-iatrogene" to the meaning above had an average score of 4.3 out of 5 (where 5 is strongly agree/highly suitable). It was the highest rated candidate term for this meaning. 😀

Similarly, the flag that I'm releasing as the inter-iatrogene flag was also the top-ranked candidate flag design for this meaning. It had an average rating of 4.3 out of 5. 😀

🆕 Best as I can tell, iatrogene is not already a term in English, so I'd like to coin "iatrogene" as a term for people who have any kind of iatrogenic disability (intersex-related or not). Note: Iatrogène is already a term in French, this is me being a bilingual Canadian and importing a useful term from French rather than "inventing" it. ⚜️

Interimpaired / personal view of one's variation as a disability

In the survey I asked for people to rate suitability of different flag designs & potential term coninigs, as well as how much demand/utility they saw for each use case to even have a flag and/or coining. The two questions about demand/utility have played a big role in how I've prioritized the matchings of terms and flags.

The thing about asking everybody about potential utility is that naturally the people who personally identify with a use case are going to rate the utility as higher than the people who don't personally identify with the use case. 🤔 So I set up the analysis to use weighted averages rather than straight-up averages. If a respondent self-identified with a given use case, their vote counted twice when it came to matters directly related to that that use case.

I did this to ensure that if I saw low demand for a term/flag, I could have some confidence that it wasn't just because people personally didn't identify with it. 😅

I explain all this because this case had a medium amount of demand for a flag (ranked #4 out of 10) and a low demand for a term to be coined (ranked #8 out of 10). 😕

The two highest rated flag designs for this use case had higher ratings for those other higher-demand use cases. The yellow-purple concentric rings on a grey background the best rated flag design that wasn't prioritized for a higher-demand use case. It had an average vote of 3.9 out of 5.

The term-meaning matching for this use case was 3.5 out of 5 - not super high. This was the meaning which had the highest score for the term "interimpaired". However, it was not the highest-scored term for the meaning in question: "intersex-disabled" had a score of 4.0, "interdissex" had a score of 3.9, "disintersex" was at 3.8, and "disabled-intersex" was at 3.5.

But the terms "intersex-disabled", "interdissex", "disintersex", and "disabled-intersex" all have higher ratings on terms which were perceived to have more utility, and so will be prioritized for terms that people said they'd get more use of. 👍️

No flag or term for "variation as disability"

Based on the survey results, I will not attempt to coin a term for somebody who views their intersex variation as a disability, and I'm not presently planning to release a flag either. 🤷

In the survey I presented 10 possible use cases (different meanings that a flag/term could have). This use case is for when somebody a whole intersex variation as a disability, rather than just their own case (e.g. "I have CAH and CAH is a disability." rather than "I have CAH and I personally see it as a disability but not everybody with CAH does.")

This meaning had no clear matching to a candidate term and had the lowest score in terms of potential utility (average rating of 2.5 out of 5 where 5 is strongly agree/high utility). It was also ranked #9 out of #10 for demand for a flag, and no candidate flag showed a clear association with this use case. 💀

This use case got some push-back in the open-ended question. Even though it's totally a thing for (some) intersex people to express these sorts of sentiments, the survey respondents were collectively iffy about giving that sentiment a term and/or flag. As I understand it, the people pushing back on it were displeased that somebody would attempt to speak on behalf of everybody with a given intersex variation.

I'd like to reiterate my gratitude to everybody who participated in the survey and my various polls on this tumblr! 💜

At the rate I'm going through the data, I expect I be posting two more posts on the survey results in the next day or so.

Tagging for archival: @interarchive @liom-archive @radiomogai @disabilityflagsarchive @disabilityflags

#intersex #actually intersex #disability #disability flags #intersex flags #disability pride #disabled flags #new flag #new term #survey results

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Back to December - LN4

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summary: based on the song 'back to december' by taylor swift. You fell in love with Lando and that's what scared you the most, that's what scared you into breaking up with him and disappearing for four months but now you wish for nothing more than to make that dreadful night back in december right again

warnings: this one is a sad one with a little bit of fluff

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"I'm so glad you made time to see me", you dared to speak after a few minutes of awkward silence. "How's life? How's your family? I haven't seen them in a while."

"I've been good", Lando shortly replied. "Busier than ever with all the races and stuff."

"The season started a few weeks ago, right?", you asked, even tho you already knew the answer as you couldn't help but keep up with the Formula 1 schedule.

Lando simply nodded.

"The weather's nice", you spoke again. Lando huffed. "We're in Miami", he dryly replied.

You could tell his guard was up by the way he sat upright in the chair and wasn't comfortably leaned back as you remembered it, by the way his voice sounded forgein and somewhat cold, not the warm, smooth one you remembered.

But you knew exactly why. Because of you, because the last time he saw you was still burned in the back of his mind.

"I'm sorry for that night", you spoke up after a few seconda of silence.

You think a lot of that night in the middle of december, the night you rejected him.

You didn't sleep for days after you left, you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, his face would show up, reminding you of what happened, of what could've been.

You would sigh, stand up and walk to the window to stare out on the glowing lighs of Miami as your mind played back all the beautiful memories of Lando and you.

Summer. All the beautiful times. Memories.

During the summer break, Lando asked you to join him on the vacation his friends and him were going on. You were hesitant at first but agreed shortly after.

It was probably the best summer of your life. You had the best time, joking around with Lando, Max, and Ria. It was your first time in Greece as well. Living in America you'd never really been outside of the States, your usual vacation was the beach house with your family of friends, an hour away from your apartment in the middle of Miami, or a trip to the Canadian mountains.

You watched him from the passenger's side of the rent car, you watched how his fingers drummed on the steering wheel in the exact beat of the music coming from the radio, how his blue eyes were focused on the road ahead, how little hums left his lips when a song came on he liked and how he laughed when you started to sing karaoke together.

Maybe your heart already knew back then.

Your brain however only realized you loved that crazy boy who risks his life every two weeks by stepping in a small car and driving up to 300kph, in fall. After Daniel and him had an especially good race in Monza, Italy and secured McLaren a 1-2 podium, the first one in a while.

The whole crew celebrated together later that night and Lando obviously invited you to join them.

You went to a club, not far from the circuit, had a few drinks and danced the night away. You could finally let loose of the stressing days at work. With the pretty curly headed boy right in front of you.

"You having fun?", he called over the loud music, with the biggest smile you'd ever seen. You nodded with a just as big smile on your lips. Lando tangled your fingers together and pulled you closer.

His other hand rested on your lower back. You leaned your head against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin directly under your ear as he was wearing a half buttoned shirt.

"Me too", he said, kissing the side of you head. "It means so much to me that you're here", Lando whispered in your ear and you lifted your head from his chest.

Lord, this boy had a way with words. Maybe that's what made you helplessly fall in love with him without even knowing.

His eyes were fixed on you and his hand left your fingers and went up to the side of your face, cupping your cheek. Lando stroked over your cheek and slowly over your slightly parted lips.

"You're so beautiful", he mumbled. His gaze switched between your eyes and your lips, until he looked in your eyes for a few seconds longer, searching for consent to do what he wanted to.

You nodded slowly and closed your eyes when you felt Lando's soft lips on yours.

The kiss was gentle, the first of many more you would share until the cold came and the dark days of winter.

You started to have doubts but your heart was telling you to ignore them, to enjoy your time with Lando.

He had brought you flowers, red roses, your favorite. It might seem cheesy but you loved them. You didn't think anything of it, looking back at it now, you were so stupid, so oblivious. Why would he randomly bring you your favorite flowers to a date in the park?

"You remembered my favorite flowers? I told you that ages ago", you laughed, breathing in the sweet, fresh scent of the roses. "Of course I do", Lando smiled, sitting down next to you on the wooden bench. You met up in a park close to the race track where Lando would be racing tomorrow.

"You're too sweet", you mumbled. In that moment you felt happier than ever, thinking nothing could ever destroy your mood.

Lando studied your face carefully. Looking back, all the signs were so obvious. "Love?", he asked after a few minutes of just enjoying the silence between you two. You turned your head to look at him, finding his sparkling blue eyes.

Lando swallowed hard and reached for your hand but before he could say anything else you felt light rain drops fall down on your bare arms.

Your eyes widden and you looked up into the sky. It was dark, it was probably after midnight already so you couldn't see the dark clouds above.

"I think we should go somewhere dry", Lando chuckled and pulled you up from the bench. But you didn't move further. Rain was something quite unusual for Abu Dhabi.

"Love, it's raining. Come on", Lando smiled. The rain had started falling quicker by now but you just stood there, head tilted back and eyes closed.

"Dance with me", you whispered.

Lando looked around the park, no one was here but the two of you. "You know I can't dance", he chuckled. You smiled and looked at him, then you pulled him closer to you, the roses still firmly in your grip.

You started to sway the both of you from side to side. "See?", you mumbled, looking up into his eyes. Even in the dark they were bright blue.

"You barely can call that dancing", he chuckled, both arms wrapped around your waist. "It's close enough", you giggled and touched his nose with your own.

Lando looked into your eyes for a second before leaning down and closing the small gap between your lips. You kissed before, this wasn't something new but somehow it felt different.

"I love you", Lando whispered.

And suddenly your whole world stood still. You abruptly stoped moving and your entire body froze.

You left Abu Dhabi that night. The doubts creeping around in your head overshadowing your heart yelling at you to go back to him.

After you pulled back from Lando, apologized and literally ran away. Your cheeks were wet and you were sure it wasn't only the rain running down your skin.

After you arrived at your hotel you hastily threw all your things into your bag and left for the airport, flying straight back to Miami.

Because you had been hurt by your past lovers, you naturally assumed that he was going to hurt you, as well, so in order to keep your heart from getting broken, you left.

Because although you loved him, and you were sure you did, you didn't want another shattered relationship, another shattered broken heart that would take months and months to heal again.

But maybe you just made that happen all by yourself by leaving. Maybe you just broke your own heart by not giving him a chance. The chances you deep down knew he deserved.

You took the flowers home with you and placed them on your kitchen counter, not touching them ever since.

Over the months, they naturally died and secretly you were hoping your love would die with them.

You thought you'd enjoy the freedom of not being tied to him, of not having to fulfill responsibilities, of not clearing every weekend to go see him because even though you loved him, loving him was exhausting at times.

You desperately hoped for all these things to happen but somehow that didn't.

Because every weekend since the season started, you sat in your room, your fingers itching to grab the remote to turn on the TV to watch the Formula 1 race.

You missed it. You missed travelling long routes just to see him for a few hours, you missed seeing his happy face after finishing on the podium, you even missed his bad mood after a race that didn't work out the way he wished to, you missed wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a hug and following into a kiss.

After finding out he got his first podium of the season in Imola last week, memories dwelled up again. Memories of last year's Grand Prix at Imola where he also secured a podium and where you were watching him.

You knew Miami would be the next one, so you took all your courage to grab your phone and send him a short text, asking to meet you in his favorite café here.

And now you were looking up at the boy who's heart you broke only four months ago.

Lando finally looked into your eyes, the first time since december.

"I'm sorry for that night. You were so good to me, fuck, you were better than anything or anyone else. When you held me in your arms that September night, the first time you ever saw me cry, the first time anyone but my family ever saw me cry. I miss you, I miss your smile and it being the first thing I see in the mornings. And maybe it's just wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming but I feel like if- if we... if you- I swear, I'd love you right, how much you deserve it and even more because you were the best thing that happened to me but I was anxious and scared and stupid for not realizing this earlier. There's nothing more I wish for than to go back in time and change it, but I can't. I know I hurt you, I hurt you trying to prevent you from hurting me but in the end that's exactly what I did so if you don't- if the chain is on your door, I understand, I completely understand but please don't let it be too late, Lando because I miss you and I love you. More than anything!"

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@mehrmonga @f1lover55

#lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris one shot #formula 1 imagine #f1 #mclaren

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reneesghostinthelivingroom · 7 months ago

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Can you do a Pam Miller from Totally Killer x Fem reader? Please, I don't care what it is because I can't find anything on the movie.

Drunk Girls Kiss||

i'm so happy someone requested from this movie, i gotchu.

|| Pam Miller x fem!reader

|| Warnings: swearing, house party, underage drinking, short drabble

|| Summary: Reader is best friends with the Mollys, specifically Pam Miller. What happens when they drink a little too much at a house party?

Requests open!

Started: April 21st

Finished: April 21st

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You were best friends with Pam Miller, you couldn't even remember how it all started but you've been friends with her, Tiffany, Heather and Marissa for years. Which meant you were definitely dragged along when they bullied people, you usually didn't make comments like they did.

Currently, the five of you were sitting at a table in the cafeteria. Just enjoying your lunch when that weird Jamie girl from "Prince Edward Island" walked over to your table.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" She looked at Pam, you raised an eyebrow at her in confusion.

"Ew, gross no. Leave." Pam scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. Jamie didn't listen. She sat down next to you, you moved closer to Pam and side eyed the blonde. Pam made a face of disgust at her and her hand wrapped around your wrist, almost protectively.

You guys were close. You couldn't explain it, but you always felt as though there was more between you two. You didn't know if you were just imagining it though. You hoped not, because you wanted more.

"So what's everyone doing after school?" Jamie asked, you glanced at Pam. There was a house party happening, but you were sure she wouldn't tell Jamie that.

"Why the fuck do you care?" Pam narrowed her eyes at her, Jamie seemed almost hurt by it but you couldn't tell.

"Oh...! No reason, just uh... wondering." Jamie smiled awkwardly, you rolled your eyes. Ugh, Canadians.

This is funny to me because I'm Canadian.

"You can leave now." Pam says as she looks at you, you stared at her in confusion." Not you, her. I'm obviously ignoring her." She continued when she saw your confused look. You relaxed at that.

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That night, at the party, you and Pam were hanging out on the couch. Both of you had a drink in your hands as you talked with each other. Smiling and laughing, drunk off your asses.

"Your smile is really pretty," Pam said suddenly, you looked at her and she was staring at you with a soft gaze. One so out of character that you were sure was brought on by the alcohol.

"Yeah?" You replied, leaning a little closer to her instinctively as your cheeks flushed. Your eyes went to your lips and hers went to yours.

"Yeah." She whispered back, taking your cup from your hand and setting it on the ground with her own. Her gaze never leaving you.

There was a pause before your lips met, feeling her soft lips move against your own as she laid back on the couch. You laid on top of her, hands rested on her waist as your eyes closed and you melted into each other.

You've wanted this for so long. You hoped your kiss told her that.

"What are you doing?! Mo- Pam!" You heard the familiar voice of Jamie shout, the two of you broke your kiss. Pam looking more annoyed than you as she looked at Jamie.

"Can you not? We're in the middle of something." Pam said.

"Absolutely not." Jamie shook her head and walked over, situating herself between the two of you. You were nearly shoved off the couch in the process, when Pam noticed she glared at Jamie.

"What the hell?!" She shouted.

Jamie looked at you with a look you couldn't understand.

"Sorry, but you'll thank me later." Jamie stated, looking at Pam.

Pam rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. Glancing down at your two cups which had fallen over and spilled out when Jamie joined you. She sighed," Great. Y/N/N, can you go get us new drinks?"

"Yeah, of course." You grumbled, not wanting to be around Jamie as you stood and walked to the kitchen. Thankful to be away from her.

You opened the fridge door and grabbed out two cans (you can decide whatever those would be). Thinking about what had happened before Jamie interrupted, a small smile on your lips.

Part of you wondered if that was just a one off experience. Drunk girls kiss each other all the time, right?

You hoped that it could be more than just a drunk kiss. You'd make a mental note to talk about it with Pam in the morning, if you even remembered.

#x reader #fem reader #canon x reader #fanfic #wlw fiction #totally killer #totally killer x reader #pam miller #pam miller x reader #jamie hughes #pam miller x fem!reader

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imagineredwood · 10 months ago

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I love your poly coco and angel imagines! They’re so sweet and so I was wondering if we could have something about the reader having a rough time with their period maybe even leaking in the bed which is sometimes embarrassing but the guys being loving and all that? Thanks in advance ❤️❤️

***TMI but this past week I've have covid and my period at the same time so this ask is super cute and sweet and I'm also indulging myself as well lol**

They knew the moment you snapped at them for something simple that it was coming

They knew you were stocked up on supplies but they'd buy you more just in case

And don't get me started on the snacks

They would buy enough chocolate and snacks of your choice that it'd look like they were stocking up for next Halloween

They'd have them in two bins

One in the living room and one in the bedroom

They'd be gentle with you and pamper you because they could see you were going through it

They would take everything in stride even when you were dramatic and doing too much

They knew it wasn't your fault

They would wash your hair for you, bathe you, dry you, put your lotion on

I can see Coco kneeling down to put your favorite socks on your feet and then kissing your knee

They would both cuddle you when you wanted to be touched and sit on the opposite couch when you didn't

They would wake you when they noticed the stain, Angel shuffling you off to the shower while Coco changed the sheets and put the dirty ones to wash

Angel would bathe you and tell you there was nothing to be embarrassed about

"We deal with blood from random motherfuckers all the time and that shit don't bother us. Why would yours?"

By the time you were clean and ready for bed again, Coco had the heating pad already warm and ready to go

The sheets fresh and clean

A drink for you probably

They'd lay with you and relax all together until you were asleep once again

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@piccasoe @ateliefloresdaprimavera @gemini0410 @woahitslucyylu @my-rosegold-soul @that-chick212 @everyhowlmarksthedead @glimmerglittergirl @elcococruz @fanaticfangurl21 @encounterthepast @iambabyharry @svintsandghosts @starrynite7114 @saturnsaree @multiyfandomgirl40 @destynelseclipsa @sadeyesgf @queenbeered @iamthegraham @emoengelfurleben @all-the-boys-to-the-yard @otomefromtheheart @rosieposie0624 @papa-geralt-of-cirilla @beeroses @weirdosandhopelessromantics @kola95 @black-repunzel99 @xonickibaby @cruzwalters @myakai13 @mrsstevenbuchananstark @lyly00 @kaystacks17 @cole-winchester @alexxavicry @kaykaysuh @savagemickey03 @fanfic-n-tabulous @gangstaliciou06

Mayans MC taglist

@dazzledamazon @abunnykisses @briana-mishell24 @angelreyesgirl @wrcn9fvlcver @peaches009 @capt-canadian @thesandbeneathmytoes @krysiewithak @darklingveracruz @appropriate-writers-name @cind-in-real-life @blessedboo @montanaraed @kkim120 @megapeacelovemusic-blog @emoengelfurleben @blowmymbackout @abby-splace @kola95 @black-repunzel99 @redpoodlern @xonickibaby @myakai13

@cruzwalters @yosoynicolexo @mrsstevenbuchananstark @danimals1096 @po3ticb3auty @lyly00 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @kaykaysuh @angel-121 @fanfic-n-tabulous @90sisthenew80s @lovelytricia

#angel reyes #coco cruz #poly!angel x coco #mayans mc #wouldinclude #angel reyes x reader #coco cruz x reader #angel x reader x coco

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darlingian · 7 months ago

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weekly tag wednesday

Firsts! Name: c h a n i Age: 31

First Pet? My mom had two Siamese cats before I was born, their names were Ayla and Tiki. But the pet that was all mine was a Betta fish named Herman. He was beautiful.

First Word? My parents had this friend named "Crazy Bob" (so named because of his tendency for lighting fireworks in his mouth.) and he was pushing me on a swing and every time the swing came close to him he'd say "Bob!" and eventually I said it.

First Celebrity Crush? I think Lindsay Lohan?

First IRL Crush? Brendan. He could draw really well and gave me a picture he drew of an armadillo.

First kiss? Either Chelsea, at summer camp in grade 8 on a dare, or if that doesn't count, Bryan at a Halloween party. He looked like Michael Cera and was dressed in a child's unicorn costume. Neither of us enjoyed it.

First Car? a 2005 Toyota Echo. Loved the hatchback, hated that it was a 2 door. Especially when we had a baby and trying to get the bucket seat in and out was a bitch.

First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents? I left home at 16 and couch surfed with friends. But I was 21 when I first rented my own room and was completely self reliant.

First time on a plane? 13, when I went on a ski trip to BC with my dad.

First cellphone? My dad works in telecommunications (he designs software? Idk he's explained it to me so many times and I still don't understand) and he always had new cellphones laying around so I think the first one he let me take was some kind of blue Nokia. (but my fave was a Motorola razor with Arabic lettering on the keyboard because he bought it in Dubai.)

First concert? I went to music festivals with my dad since I was really young. My dad always said my first was the Canadian band 54-40, but the first one I remember was Bedouin Soundclash. But if we're talking about the first concert I went to without parents? Then Hedley when I was 12. (They played a free block concert)

First Foreign country you visited? I've never been out of the country. (Much to my chagrin. I have such a yearning to travel.)

First sport you ever played? Played soccer when I was little.

First career aspiration? I wanted to be a vet and an artist.

And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think "wow" When I was in grade 5 I won an art contest and got to go to art camp. I can't even remember what my art looked like but I remember being proud of it. But when I was in grade 8 I made this plasticine sculpture of a hand reaching up from a tree stump. There were vines and a ladybug and a mouse. My art teacher kept it as an example.

thanks for the tags @mybrainismelted @stocious @energievie @deedala @creepkinginc @heymrspatel ! I'm giving each of you a soft kiss on the head.

tagging @too-schoolforcool @michellemisfit @mickeysgaymom @heymacy @gardenerian @gallawitchxx @iansw0rld @blue-disco-lights @crossmydna @sgtmickeyslaughter @sam-loves-seb @mmmichyyy @metalheadmickey @jrooc @sickness-health-all-that-shit @deathclassic @loftec @suzy-queued @lupeloto

#weekly tag wednesday

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 months ago

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future friends 1/2

james 'logan' howlett

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part two

shes not edited so sorry in advance lol

im mad i cant write whump for this man so have some angst instead. because if we cant help heal outside wounds maybe we can help heal inside wounds

song: i lie to me by as it is

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i sat across from rogue as we ate our lunch, quietly munching to myself. neither of us had spoken yet but she knew i always needed a minute when getting together with someone. it was the nature of my powers. i could see everyone's past just from being near them and though hers wasnt as hard to watch as some others she understood it was exhausting. she made that mistake once, touching me to experience it for just a moment. she ended up crying hysterically and i felt so bad because i couldnt even hug her to console her.

"Hey have you gotten a chance to talk to Logan yet?"

I raised a brow as I looked over at her, her pulling me out of my thoughts.

"You know the professor told me not to."

She nodded a few times, popping a grape into her mouth.

"And why are we still listening?"

She questioned and I laughed, wiping my mouth on my napkin.

"He said that I need to keep my distance until he finds his place here. You know we aren't supposed to use our powers on each other."

She looked at me with a stupid look on her face.

"Is it really using your power on him if you can't help it?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I've already read him. Every time he gets close actually. Every class I have with him. His life flashes before my eyes and I have to pretend I don't know everything about him."

She frowned and ate another grape.

"Logan deserves to know about his past. And you're the only one that can give that to him now that jean and the professor are dead."

I sighed and looked down at my half eaten sandwich. all i would have to do is touch him, then i could show him too.

"I guess I'll talk to storm about it. See if she has anything to say. She's the dean now after all."

she sent me another disapproving look before bobby came in and sat with us. i frowned, reading him quickly, before going back to my sandwich.

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I knocked slowly on her office door, the wood creaking slowly. I could hear storm talking quietly to someone and suddenly my mind was flooded with his life again. His childhood, scraping his knee falling off his bike and it healing slowly. He freaked out but got up and kept riding. He never told his parents. Then his wife came into view, their wedding, her death. Then came him volunteering for strikers project. I could feel the ache in my chest as I felt all his pain. The cold rushing through my veins as he streaked butt naked through the Canadian wilderness trying to escape.

"Come in."

Shook me of my thoughts and I pushed the door open, seeing ororo and Logan talking. He was sat against her desk, legs crossed and cigar in his mouth. I panned the room to her standing in front of the TV, remote in hand. I could hear the electricity like she had just turned it off.

"Y/n, what a pleasant surprise."

I swallowed hard and looked from her to him. He had his brows drawn and I could tell he was trying to place me. Even in the two classes I had with him I was easy to ignore. I kept quiet. Answered questions when prompted. But ultimately stayed out of sight.

"storm I was wondering if I could ask you something but it's a private matter so I might come back."

I tried to suppress her time line, blinking away the hot African sun of her childhood.

"No need. I was just going."

Logan said sternly, pushing himself off the desk.

"We'll talk about this later."

She directed at him and he gave a tight lip smile, closing the door behind him. She looked back at me, placing the TV remote on the end table to her left.

"I have a feeling I know what this is about."

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.

"I don't want to disobey professor Xavier -"

She held her hand up.

"You can't tell him."

I watched her, defeated as she paced to the desk.

"He deserves to know. Something. Anything. That he was married, he volunteered for experiment x, anything from his childhood."

She shook her head as she sat down.

"You know why that's a bad idea. We've already been over this after the fight at alkali lake."

I sighed and slumped down into the chair across from her.

"His time line is so intense storm. I can ignore most people's but they aren't as long or traumatizing as his. He's two, three, times as old as everyone here. Except myself."

A sad expression fell over her face as she folded her hands on the desk.

"He knows what happened with striker. We need to leave it at that. Until he finds something else out naturally."

I clenched my jaw and stood up.

"I can't keep hiding the truth from him ororo. And eventually he'll realize that I don't age either which will raise questions about my mutation. Then what am I supposed to say?"

She inhaled deeply.

"Y/n you are older than even the professor. You are the one that denied the position to teach-"

"Because I look like any other student!"

I interjected and she looked at me sternly.

"But if you are going to act like a child then you are going to be treated like one."

I scoffed and headed for the door.

"If the position reopens let me know. Teachers seem to be dropping like flies around here."

I pushed the door open harshly, it slamming behind me as I walked out of the office. There was a part of me that understands but I can't believe she is against me on this. He has found his place here. And I can't keep up with this. It's so much harder to keep people's time lines out of my head when they don't know I know.

Like rogue. I told her shortly after I met her. Even though it was after she took the "cure" from the Worthington corporation. She introduced herself in the same span it took me to see her time line. Bobby was there to help explain my powers to her but I haven't had to watch her find her powers since then. Same with him. And everyone else I've talked to on this campus. just small pieces of their childhood or finding their significant other.

but logan wasn't like everyone else. he was complicated. and so was i. but now, also, i was mad. i walked quickly down the hall, passed the dining room and kitchen to the elevator. if i couldnt get his frustrations out of my brain by telling him then i might as well work them out. i hit the down button and tapped my foot as i waited. when the door opened i strode down the hall to the danger-room.

i walked in slowly, the lights turning on and the control panel popping open. i quickly selected a series of test and waited for the room to start changing. i watched as sky scrapers appeared in the distance, small shops coming into view as well. then cars and people. then i saw a plane ahead, watching in shock as it crashed down in front of me. then all these creatures started climbing off of it, pieces of the plan in their unsightly jaws as it burned under them.

i moved quickly, running forward and dodging the creatures as they came at me hissing through bloody teeth. i pulled on the torn metal, making and opening and helping some civilians out of the plane as it burned. i looked up, seeing one of the creatures charging back at me. i grabbed a piece off the top of the plane and swung myself towards it kicking it square in the face and knocking back down to the ground.

i checked to make sure that the people on the ground were helping the others out of the burning plane before turning to fight another creature as it came at me. i struck it, pushing it away from me before lunging at another one. when the rest finally realized i was there they came in waves, attacking me. i fought back as hard as i could and for once thats all i had to focus on. then one of them knocked me down. as i tried to get up another lunged on top of me, pinning me down to the roof of the plane. i grunted and and tried to keep it away from me, its teeth gnashing and slobbery in my face.

then from out of nowhere i heard a yell and the sound of metal. i looked over to see logan shoving his long claws into the side of the creature. i watched him, his past flooding through my brain as he attacked the others as they came at us. i breathed deeply, stumbling to my feet and putting my back to his. we fought together until they were all gone, going to get the few stragglers out of the plane that hadnt made it out yet.

then he moved to help me down, taking my hand in his and pausing as i hit the ground. my eyes went wide as a tear slid down his cheek. shit. i had transferred his memories without even meaning to. all i had to do was touch him. usually i had my gloves on when we went in the danger-room but i didnt put my suit on first.

"i had a wife."

he said quietly, side eying me. i held my breath, holding onto his hand still as the simulation dissipated around us.

"i had a brother."

he laughed, really looking at me now. i took my hand out of his and held them both together in front of me.

"im sorry logan, this isnt how i wanted you to find out."

he drew his brows.

"have you known this whole time?"

i could feel tears stinging as i nodded.

"thats my curse to hold."

he shook his head, looking angry before walking off.

"logan wait!"

i called after him and he held his hand up.

"kid. just dont."

#wattpad #x reader #imagines #one shots #the wolverine #marvel #james howlett #james logan howlett #logan howlett #wolverine x reader #logan x reader #350

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