#interaction teagan

[thesimonhawthorne]

Simon had a pretty high opinion of himself, but he knew blind biddings wouldn't say anything about himself, not really. In other circumstances, he probably wouldn't have done it, but since his mother organised the thing and that he was the only one of his siblings able to participate, he'd decided to volunteer and to bid on someone randomly, not really caring if he won anything. As it turned out, not only did he win a date, but that date also won a date with him. He really hoped the first date would be okay, otherwise it would quickly become a chore.

He was on his way to pick her up for their first date as they'd agree on that. So he parked his Ferrari at the address she'd given him and got out to knock on the door. "Take your time," he replied with a nod. Since they'd decided she'd chose how their first date was spent, he had no idea where they'd go. "I'll wait by the car," he added before walking back to his car. @teaganweatherford

𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @thesimonhawthorne -- the halloween bidding date thread

Teagan couldn't deny that she had laughed just a little when she'd realized that she and Simon Hawthorne had won each other in date night bids; it some how felt a bit like fate was trying to tell them something. She'd been far too caught up in her own life to even think about dating over the course of the last few months, yet, she'd put her foot back in the dating world by attending a few dates, and she was excited to see what would come from these bid dates, even if it was just the foundation for a great friendship. The two had agreed that Simon would still pick her up which Teagan thought made him more of a gentleman. She had just finished getting herself ready when she heard a knock on her door, placing her foot into her shoe before she made her way towards the door. "Hey Simon." she smiled, leaning against the door frame. "Let me just grab my bag really quickly and I'll be ready to go."

[obiroguewan]

And who are these people with you? They're obviously not simple travelers.

[pj-elroycortez]

starter: closed for @teagan-monroe

where: Sweat Fitness

Sometimes it felt like PJ was a puppy that needed to be constantly doing something, otherwise, her pent up energy would have her tearing up her own furniture at home. Or more likely, being alone with her thoughts was... well, less than ideal since her brain won't shut up for even a second. That's why, other than her stupid work she hates, she also does a million other things like, Ritmos Latinos and yoga a few times a week and coming to the gym for a few hours a day as well just to delay getting home to her empty apartment and loud thoughts.

Totally drench in sweat by minute forty, she got to the arms portion of her training and her usual trainer seem to be out of sight. "Sorry to bother you. Would you mind spotting me while I use that machine for a minute? I think my trainer had his break or something." She asked the blonde nearby.

[bahfreak]

Hello!! I was wondering if I could please get an alter pack for Teagan from Dandy’s World? No trans ids or paras please! Thank you.

hai !! i am unfamiliar with this source but tried my best . i hope yu like them !

room 013 ,, TEAGAN . .

names : teagan , blodwen , camri

pronouns : she / her , they / them , it / its , xe / xer , tea / teas

terms : feminine

genders : notgirl , feminine , lady , womanflux , epistia

orientation : sapphic

species : teacup toon

roles : non - human , caretaker , soother

source : teagan from dandy’s world

typing quirk : proper grammar + capitalized 2nd person pronouns ( example : “ Goodness, are You alright? “

[eddiexcastro]

closed starter for @teaganweatherford location: About Time

Eddie rushed into the clock shop with a old clock his abuelita gave him and had a guilty smile on is face. This wasn't the first time he had been in the shop since he came back. He kept accidentally knocking the clock over and having to bring it in to get fixed. So today, he came in with the smile and rushed over to Teagan. "Teagan, please tell me you have time to fix this?" He said and handed the clock to her. "My sister is doing a FaceTime tomorrow and my abuelita is gonna wanna see the clock and I can't tell her I broke it again."

[accidental-hero]

okay well now i want more asks about my OCs lmao

[tctteredwings]

for: @clandcstinemeetings location: songbirds and sangrias

"Made a decision yet?" Christian's gaze lifted from the list of available songs and moved to focus on Teagan instead. He was between a few, which was no real surprise, he'd never been all that great at picking just one thing, especially when it came to karaoke. "Or are we thinking duet?"

[creaturesandcomforts]

Post-Post Breakup || Teagan and Abigail

Timing: A few weeks ago. Location: Darkling Lake Parties: @creaturesandcomforts, @closingwaters Summary: Using the excuse of a missing knife, Abigail visits Teagan and the two discuss their past relationship, opening more wounds than they close. Content Warning: N/A

The sun had just barely begun to fall below the horizon when Abigail arrived at Teagan's lake. She was careful not to park her bike too close, just in case some of the lake's occupants disliked the smell of bike exhaust. Talking to Teagan always felt a bit awkward, but she was still a close friend, who happened to still have something very important to Abigail. With footsteps that were nearly silent atop the dew-covered grass, she soon arrived at her friend's home. The area was extremely quiet, just as she'd expect from somebody like Teagan.

As Abigail stood there on Teagan's porch like a deer in headlights, sunlight glinted off of the buckle that fastened her mask to her face, accompanied by the uncomfortable feeling of warm sunlight on her back. No getting around it, she needed to muster her courage and knock, or stand here and start to sweat. That was enough motivation to get her fist to meet the wood of the door, banging thrice with enough force that it could be heard from the far side of the house, in hopes that she could avoid making her presence known vocally.

Breakups weren’t a common occurrence for a woman like Teagan. In fact, Abigail was her one and only, and she told herself that she’d never do that again. Having someone that close was dangerous, there was too much collateral damage in the way she lived. Always on the hunt, and always searching for the next decoration at the bottom of the lake. Though, Teagan had to admit, being with Abigail was nice. Sure, she was strange and rarely spoke, and she had a proclivity for the macabre, but she was never anything but herself. 

When it came down to it, Abigail was gentle and understanding. Much better than Teagan deserved, but she wasn’t going to say that aloud or dwell on all the nuances of that belief. Instead, she played with the knife that she purposely held onto so she could have a piece of Abigail with her at all times. But as all things went, Teagan had to let go, and the knocks only further cemented just how close the ending truly was. 

She rose to her feet and made her way to the door, heart pounding against its cage. A happy ending with a beautiful woman sounded nice, but she had responsibilities and debts to repay. There was no room for anything but her rage and revenge. The never-ending cycle that was as circular as the knob she turned. “Hey there, Bunny.” Teagan greeted Abigail upon opening the door, not expecting a response. She smiled warmly, placing the knife in her back pocket until it was requested. “Would you like a hug?” The pair were good friends, had been very intimate before, but Teagan was more than aware of Abigail’s boundaries. There was no way she’d ever cross them without permission. “‘Course, ya don’t gotta. Just…just nice to see ya.”

Abigail offered a small wave of her pale hand to return the kind greeting given to her. She wasn't as nervous around Teagan as she normally got around other people, but things had changed after the breakup, so she offered a simple nod of approval in place of a verbal response. She leaned in and gave a quick, firm hug to Teagan, patting her on the back a few times before inevitably breaking off the hug. Teagan always smiled like everything in her life was going perfectly, like there was nothing to be upset about, however, she wore just as thick a mask as Abigail did.

The rage and desire for revenge emanated off of Teagan like heat from a flame, with so much ferocity that it made it hard for Abigail to stay focused through the haze of potential energy in the air. All she had to do was seize the opportunity and she'd be fed for so long, maybe even months. As soon as that thought entered her head, she immediately shook it off, reminding herself of their friendship. She was not a food source, she was Teagan, no matter how good it would feel to bring her the revenge she longed for.

Suddenly, Abigail reached into her pocket, flipping through a few note cards that she'd prepared for this meeting, before turning one to show it to Teagan. It read only a single sentence, written in meticulously-practiced cursive. "May I come in?"

As cold as Abigail was to hug, there was a certain kind of warmth that came with her embrace. It made Teagan hum despite how it ended too soon for her liking. If it had been up to her, they would’ve stayed there, maybe gone to the couch or bedroom as they had before, but those days were long gone. Much had changed in just a year, though the look in Abigail’s eyes said differently. 

Even with darkness consuming her hues and a mask hiding her expression, Teagan could tell Abigail was looking at her the same as she had the first time they met. She had mistaken it for awe, and she was surprised to discover that it was actually hunger—and not the type she was hoping for. “Still there, huh? The fury?” Teagan arched a brow and then chuckled, waving Abigail inside. “Yeah, come in. Mind the mess. I’m still settling. You want some tea or is this just a quickie?” The wording was intentional, and she knew Abigail would understand the double entendre. Her smile grew and she placed her hands in her back pockets, readying herself for whatever Abigail chose. 

After shaking her head and blinking a few times, Abigail forced herself to regain her focus, a bit disappointed that she still had problems with these cravings after so long. With another quick movement, she slid a note card out from the deck in her left hand to display it to Teagan with her right hand. "I apologize" was all it said, and once Teagan appeared to have read it, she slid it back into the stack. Preparing for social interactions made them notably easier, especially when said interaction was with somebody Abigail knew well.

Teagan's quick tongue and slick wording made Abigail chuckle for a brief moment as she stepped past Teagan, moving swiftly to find a seat and make herself comfortable. She didn't have a card for tea, which frustrated her a bit, but she got over her frustration quickly, and simply opened her mouth to speak. "Tea please." The words came out softer than feathers, a slight scratch to her voice as the words were forced from her throat.

Teagan frowned at herself for her slip, upset that she forced Abigail to use her voice. Most of their interactions weren’t exactly verbal, but that wasn’t to say Abigail never spoke. It just wasn’t something she really felt comfortable doing, and Teagan was never one to dismiss one’s discomforts. “Sorry about that, Bunny. I’ll try to keep things so you only have to nod or shake your head. Or better yet…!” The blonde quickly turned to her fridge and grabbed a pen from the magnetic holder, immediately turning back to Abigail. “If you need a different answer, you can write it out—as much as I do love your voice.” She winked in jest, placing a kiss to the mask’s cheek. 

“Now, how ‘bout I get that tea going?” In a matter of minutes, the kettle clanked onto the stovetop and the flame clicked to life. Teagan watched it for a few moments, the flames dancing under the metal dome. She couldn’t bring herself to start a new conversation so easily. As comfortable as she looked, Teagan actually felt quite awkward with the situation. The breakup was amicable, but out of the two, Teagan took it the hardest—not that she’d ever let anyone know that.

It was difficult enough to realize she wasn’t cut out for love without the pitiful looks she would get if the truth got out. But, one would need friends or any kind of loved ones for the news to get out to, and Teagan had none. Well, save for Abigail, but you didn’t really talk about breakup pain with the person you broke up with. “So, um…is business going well?”

The pen placed upon Abigail's lap made her feel childish. She knew it was irrational to be humiliated by such a kind accommodation, but part of her wished it wasn't necessary. Rather than accepting the offering, she sat it aside, along with her cards, before turning her body and head as far as she could to watch Teagan start on the tea. Her eyes followed Teagan everywhere she went, keeping an eye on her friend as if a horrible disaster was just around the corner.

"It's going well..." Abigail spoke softly, nearly in a whisper, trying to use her stubbornness to get past the anxiety that had risen in her chest. When they were together, things like talking and making conversation were much easier, but when that bond was partially severed, she couldn't help but feel that they'd been set back to square one. No matter how much she hated speaking, though, she hated small talk more. "How have you been feeling?"

Abigail’s stubborn and determined behavior was no surprise. Teagan always admired those traits in the fury, especially when she utilized them against her own anxieties. There weren’t many people who could do that, but Abigail wasn’t just anybody. She was braver and smarter than most. Teagan supposed, in return, it would be best to give her ex the same respect. 

“I’ve been feeling…” The words fell jaggedly off the nix’s tongue, uncertain and uncomfortable. “I don’t know exactly.” A wry smile formed on Teagan’s lips and she shook her head, sitting down at the small table with Abigail. Her eyes sparkled with a coat of sorrow, but she did well to keep her cheeks dry. “I’m fine most days. ‘Specially when I get my hands on a hunter. Have met a few here already, but not many. Can take you to the bottom of the lake and show you the beginning of my collection.” She reached across the table, opening her hand toward Abigail. An invitation that she could accept or deny without any judgment. 

Again, the ends of Teagan’s lips curled, and she wrinkled her nose playfully as she spoke “You know, like old times.” Her smile came a little easier, felt a little more genuine then. The prospect of any distraction was always a happy event, but actual intimacy, such as a swim, was like striking gold. 

Teagan's words were troubling, to say the least. Abigail had hoped that their time away from one another would give them both time to grow, and maybe give her ex-partner time to learn that some hunters don't deserve to die. She'd never had the courage to speak up about it, especially with all of the unruly patrons that she made disappear at the club. Something about asking Teagan to think about her actions while killing people herself made her feel like a hypocrite. "I'd love to go for a swim sometime, but maybe not to your collection just yet. I'm.. still dealing with that curse, and trying to figure out what triggers it."

Glancing down at the table, Abigail saw Teagan's hand, prompting her to stare for a moment. She tried to figure out what she should do, if she should hold her hand or not, or maybe if she was supposed to give her something? After the awkward moment had passed, she slowly reached out and placed her hand atop Teagan's, clearly unsure about her own actions. "Unfortunately, those old times are over, Teagan. I'm sorry." She spoke with a solemn tone, lowering her head for a moment. They wouldn't ever be what they were, not unless they both changed a lot and fast, but to Abigail, that was okay. Time passed, and they had much more time to grow apart from one another as friends.

“That’s not—I wasn’t—” Rejection was normally fine. It was a natural occurring thing, something everyone was entitled to. But to receive it from Abigail, for her gesture to be taken as if Teagan wanted to rekindle that old flame, it irked the fae a little. Without even trying to ask for Abigail back, she was told that chapter was better off closed. Why did that bother her? Why did that make her feel not good enough? She tried to not let it show, but her eyes betrayed her as they always did. They began to sparkle and sting, forcing her to rub at them for a few moments. 

“I didn’t mean it that way, Bunny.” Teagan whispered with a tremble. “Wasn’t expecting us to do anything. Was trying to be friendly, that's all.” The kettle whistled, and with a sigh, Teagan pulled her hand away. She rose to remove the kettle from the stove, pouring water in each respective cup. At that point, she wasn’t sure if she wanted company anymore, but it wouldn’t exactly be fair for her to ask Abigail to leave. 

Instead, she decided the fastest route would be to just give her ex what she came for. “Here’s the knife.” Teagan stated bluntly, removing the blade from her back pocket, and sliding it across the table. “Curse or no curse, you’re welcome at the lake, and you don’t have to stay for the tea.” As much as Teagan would like Abigail to stay, for them to start over, she had a hard time believing her ex would even want to. 

That sight was all too familiar, the dampening of eyes from a miscommunication or misinterpretation that could put a damper on the best of scenarios. Abigail often questioned what was wrong with her, but she did so the most often when her own perception betrayed her, leading her down a road that hurt those she wanted to please. "Yes, sorry, I've just…" She didn't know what to say. Other people knew how to smooth things over, how to conjure a sentence that would make everything okay, but she found herself at an impasse, with only two options: to lie, or to tell the truth.

No matter what she chose, Abigail knew it would likely worsen the situation, but she had plenty of time to mull it over while Teagan retrieved her missing knife, the excuse she'd used to come and check on her friend. "I've never been broken up before, not with somebody that I wish to stay friends with, and, well… you know how I can be in new situations with no instructions." She hoped the truth would be enough of an explanation to at least stop the tears from misting Teagan's eyes once more. She hated seeing her cry, and she hated being the one who caused her to cry even more. "I apologize for my misunderstanding."

Slowly, Abigail reached out to accept the knife from Teagan. "I'd still like some tea, but it might be best to have it another day. It'll give me a good excuse to come back soon." She spoke in her own unique joking tone, which was to say, the same tone she usually spoke in. Among her social difficulties, managing her tone of voice was one of the things she was worst at. "Thank you for keeping my blade safe, Teags… and thank you for letting me stop by."

The room became tense and unwelcoming. It was her home, but even Teagan felt like she should leave. It was fair, she thought. She’d never truly belong anywhere. Not even with herself. “Yeah…” Teagan trailed off, not able to find it in her heart to be upset at Abigail. She did know how hard it was for the fury to communicate. The fire in the nix was immediately snuffed out, and she rubbed her eyes, her stare settling softly on Abigail. 

“Don’t accept your thanks, Bunny. But I…I understand what you mean.” Teagan’s chest tightened with sorrow, and she swallowed thickly, patting Abigail’s hand. “We can have tea some other time, okay? I’m not upset with you. Just got…you know how I get. Was just a bit too emotional.” She chuckled dryly at herself, sighing with a tremble as her lips quivered. “Didn’t know it would be hard. I-I…sorry.” Shaking her head, Teagan blinked whatever tears threatened to form, and smiled. It didn’t quite reach her eyes, but she couldn’t prevent that. The ache was too strong. 

“I’ll reach out when my head is right. I think I just need a little more time.”

“Another time then.” With a small nod, Abigail stood and slipped the knife into her bag. Maybe next time things would be different, more pleasant, but the hypotheticals never mattered. The future was going to happen, and only by living it would she be able to know if her anxieties were indeed founded in reality. "There's no need to apologize, Teagan. I believe it's normal for it to be hard and awkward on both of us. I'm not upset at you." It was hard for her to be upset at Teagan, even after everything, a fact she certainly wasn't going to speak aloud. After all, if she did, she'd have to confront whatever feelings were left behind after the romantic ones were snuffed out. Abigail smiled at Teagan from behind her mask. It was a small smile, somewhat forced out of reflex, but she couldn't help it. "Reach out whenever. I'll be around. I've got a business to run, after all." Slowly, she backed up to the door, her eyes not leaving Teagan for more than a second between short steps, as if she didn't want to leave things like this. If she were to live in a fairytale, she would know the exact thing to say to fix everything and leave them friends like nothing had ever happened, however, this was no tale, not to her. There was no meaningful conclusion she could give other than assuring her continued support, so she simply offered a small wave and headed outside to depart from Teagan's property.

[paranormal-potatoes]

It turns into water, forming a humanoid shape. It solidifies, turning into Teagan.

The knights stare.

Artorias speaks first. "You summoned a child?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Solaire demands.

Antal laughs. "God, so fucking much."

They glower at him. "Are you kidding right now? Where the fuck have you been? Rom's pissed. Everyone's pissed."

"Great, doesn't matter. There's a cosmic abyss trying to consume everything."

[meyraxbinici]

Meyra knew it wasn't the other woman's fault. Nor was she really involved in this whole saga. Her only claim to Meyra's distress was the fact that she was sisters with Elizabeth, and Meyra was trying to avoid Elizabeth until she tried to speak to her family and Oliver first. That was if any of them would even talk to her. Nodding as the other finally spoke, Meyra kept her gaze on her and tried to calm herself. To get rid of the feeling of her stomach dropping. "Right, I appreciate it." She gave a small smile to the woman who while owing her nothing for her strange behavior, was showing her a kindness by agreeing to not mention anything to her sister. "I appreciate it... she just won't be happy to hear I'm back. She will learn soon, I just... need to do something first." It wouldn't be long before it went around that she was back.

It wasn't hard to see the distress that this was causing the woman, and Teagan felt a little bad about that. She tried to remember who the woman was, or what she'd done, but honestly, had probably all happened when Teagan was in the midst of her addiction, and so her recollection from that period is hazy at best. When the woman asked if this could stay between them, it sounded like a pretty desperate plea, and while Teagan didn't like the idea of lying to her sister, this interaction hardly warranted talking to Ellie about. "Look, I don't even know your name." She offered a shrug. "You're just a random brunette who mistook me for a waitress... Hardly seems like something to mention to anyone." Which was the truth. And it wasn't exactly lying not to recount a random encounter you had at the coffee shop. @meyraxbinici

[jasmincs]

jaz  finds  the  first  table  that  has  an  empty  seat,  they  notice  the  other  as  they  sit  and  offer  a  smile  “  tea.  you  look  great  !  i  mean  this  whole  place  looks  so  good  but  it’s  kinda  overwhelming,  don’t  you  think  ?  is  that  just  me  ?  it’s  been  so  long  since  i’ve  been  to  a  party  this  big.  ” ( @teagvns )

[deer-diary-from-hell]

Redesigned all of the Dandy world (+my take on the game)

”But Liam/deer didn’t you alr posted these-“

you didn’t see anything.

HEADCANONING TIME WWOOOOO

I like to think that ALMOST all of the toons just think they’re just playing a game of tag while collecting ichor like it’s a “capture the flag” thing. It’s in their blood (or ichor) to just be a bunch of childish and playful creatures, they are MADE for kids so it’s not really out of character of them to NOT think that twisteds are dangerous let alone kill them which cause them to see things differently (literally)

(still talking about this👆) If you start the game at first it’s all bright and colorful like something you would see out of a kid’s show, there’s happy music playing in the background all fun and games! Until you get hit by a twisted and lose a heart. Thats when the reality kicks in. Music stops as the colors slowly go back to the sad reality of an abandoned studio/daycare. These twisteds weren’t playing.. they were trying to kill you. This effect is irreversible even if you go back to full health. The shine in their eyes are gone. They aren’t laughing anymore, this isn’t funny. They’re scared.

(Note to self, each toon will have a traumatized look on their face after getting injured and will stay traumatized even after being healed+also applies to a toon when they witness a death of another toon)

I like to think that the twisted are like a “Failed” version of a toon, a toon that wasn’t the exact replica of itself so, it was locked away in the underground as it contorts into it’s biggest flaw(s) might design the twisteds if I feel like it.

If a toon witnessed another toon getting hit they’ll still be oblivious but concerned for their fellow friend

The twisteds prob growls and snarls due to their throats being filled with nothing but ichor, constantly leaking from their mouths as they try to kill you out of jealousy that YOU don’t get to be thrown away like a broken toy and instead cherished by children while they were called a mistake and now you’re going to experience the same pain they went through.

on a lighter note, the toons stole the clothes they’re wearing from the lost and found shortly after being abandoned and threw away their old clothes.

dandy needs those tapes so he doesn’t turn into a twisted. He wants to protect his friends from himself.

Ichor while being dangerous can be used to bring back a dead toon, only dandy knows this. Fortunately (or unfortunately) the toon doesn’t remember how they died after being revived

All toons are asexual. (Gets booed off the stage)

Do you think toons are desperate for interactions after being abandoned for god knows how long.

Astro, Vee and Shelly are the ones who don’t have the “fake reality” sight going on and knows that they’re actually in danger although for Shelly she’s sorta in denial (and ig Teagan and Rodger too? But the both of them just thinks that the twisteds aren’t really that dangerous and thought they wont kill their fellow toons)

might add more hcs soon but prob in later posts

Guys please ask for hcs for any toons you like please I’m begging on my knees I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING.

[mattswheeler]

"Of course." He said with a smile. He would gladly come back and help as much as Teagan needed. None of this was fun, but he knew the struggle of trying to do it all on your own, too. He didn't wish it on anyone so he would offer to help where he could. Thinking about her offer, he nodded and took a deep breath. "Yeah. I'll definitely see what I can work out and I'll let you know." He promised her. @teaganweatherford

END

"I appreciate it Matt." she smiled. She had to admit, there was a comforting feeling in knowing she didn't have to deal with any of this alone. It was a lot, and while she knew it was something that needed to be done, she was thankful she had people like Matt in her life to rely on and help her. She shifted through some more stuff in silence, letting the question she'd asked him linger for a moment and she nodded when she looked at him. "If you can, but no pressure. I'd like for you to join me, but I've gotta be sure I can get the time off myself." she smiled. "Just let me know and we'll do what we can to make it work." @mattswheeler

[fab-livious]

Based on goob and Teagan’s interaction

[celineediz]

Celine knew as well as any other woman, that it was hard to tell with other women if you had a chance to flirt or not. She felt like it was harder to tell if a girl she spoke to at the bar was actually interested in something sexual or just being friendly and was actually straight. So, when she felt someone flirt with her, Celine was happy to let the blonde know that she was not barking up the wrong tree. "Thank you, Teagan is pretty too. Like the band Tegan and Sara." She thought back to the band she had listened to sometimes in middle school.

"Long day and looking for some company." Celine answered with a slow smirk on her lips. "What about you? What brought someone pretty like you here?" She didn't say that she always tried to look for company most nights, that she hated the empty feeling of going to bed alone. But, Teagan didn't need to know any of that. They could just have a good time.

If the other had somehow indicated that she wasn't okay with the flirting, Teagan wouldn't have taken it to heart. She would have let the other woman have the drink, shared a polite conversation and left it at that. But the brunette leaned in, a smile flashed at Teagan, and she couldn't help but reciprocate it as the bartender slid the drink across the counter. "Nice to meet you, Celine. Pretty name. I'm Teagan."

Pausing, the blonde took a sip of her own drink, before humming. "So, Celine. What brings you to the bar tonight? Long day?" Head tilted, genuinely interested in hearing from the other woman. @celineediz

[gotham--fc]

Rivals - A Jessie Fleming Imagine

Request: Jessie and R both play at UCLA but R plays for the US national team and the media invents a rivalry between them, both Jessie and R get annoyed at being constantly asked about their 'rivalry', they both talk to each other about it and confess their feelings

A/N: I will probably even less active than I am now (if that's possible) I just started school again and I'm very stressed and booked n busy

“So Jessie,” The reporter began. Jessie looked over to where she heard him speak. “You’re about to start at UCLA after these Olympics, and I’m sure you know, but American player Y/N Y/L/N committed to UCLA as well. Do you think your rivalry with her will effect team dynamics at UCLA?”

Jessie really hated media. She was an introvert at heart and if she had it her way, the media wouldn’t be allowed with 500 feet of the team after a game. They weren’t even scheduled to play the US this tournament unless they both made the finals. Still, all they want to ask is about Jessie’s ‘rivalry’ with Y/N. Jessie doesn’t have a rivalry with anyone, and she hasn’t met Y/N off the field even once. They don’t even really interact on the field when they do play, so Jessie has no idea where the ‘rivalry’ theory came from. Except that they’re both the youngest members of their teams, the same age, both midfielders.

“I don’t think that’s going to effect the team at all,” Jessie says, “I have nothing but respect for her as a player and I think she’s a really strong midfielder and she’s very skilled, so I’m confident that we’re both going to play important roles at UCLA and I’m just excited to get started.”

“You might end up facing the US in the finals, the US obviously are the reigning gold medalists, is that something you and the team are thinking about?”

“Not really,” Jessie said honestly, “That’s not our focus right now because nothing is guaranteed, so our focus right now is on our next game. We put ourselves in a good spot coming out of the group stage, uh, in first place, so we’re just focused on the quarterfinal games.”

***

“Y/N, your focus is obviously on winning gold, but can I ask how you’re feeling about joining UCLA this fall?”

“Yeah,” Y/N says, “I’m thrilled to be joining UCLA and I’m excited to further my development as a player and hopefully help the team win a championship.”

Y/N doesn’t really understand why they always ask her to do media. She doesn’t believe anyone really wants to hear from her over some of the vets. But still, here she is, trying not to pull her hair out at these stupid questions.

“Jessie Fleming is also joining UCLA this year, have you spoken to her at all? We know you two have a sort of on field rivalry, have you spoken to her about the both of you joining UCLA?”

“No, we’ve never really crossed paths outside the field, so I haven’t spoken to her. She’s a great player, though, and I think she’ll be an important part of the team at UCLA.”

***

A lot of the players at UCLA are roommates. Even the freshman in their dorms tend to get paired up with someone from the team.  Jessie ends up rooming with Teagan Micah, a keeper from Australia. Jessie likes her, she’s funny, and she’s pretty outgoing, so she drags Jessie along to frosh week activities and Jessie knows if she was left alone she would’ve spent the entirety of her first weeks at school either in class, at practice, or at home.

They have their first practice pretty soon after they move in, since the season starts up right away. The first practice is mostly getting to know each other and the coaches and the style of play they want. It’s different than how Canada plays, so it takes Jessie a second to adjust.

After practice, one of the senior girls calls the team over. She invites everyone to a team bonding night at her place that night.

Jessie gets ready in her dorm with Teagan. Jessie wants to leave so they’ll arrive a bit early, but Teagan just laughs at her, and tells her if a party starts at 8pm, people won’t arrive until 9pm. Jessie wants to say it’s not a party, it’s just for the team to get to know each other, but she doesn’t.

Turns out, it’s a party.

Not only is the soccer team there, but so is the basketball team, the football team, teams that Jessie can’t recognize. She stays near Teagan most of the night, not feeling the most comfortable with the loud music, the drinking, the number of people crammed in a tiny living room. Jessie loses track of Teagan after someone bumps into her, then someone steps in between her and Teagan. Instead of continuing to struggle through people to find Teagan, Jessie goes into the kitchen which is mercifully less full.

Jessie grabs a clean cup and fills it with water from the sink. She hears a commotion and turns, seeing Y/N with a small group enter the kitchen. They make eye contact, and Jessie waves. Y/N nods in acknowledgement. The group begins yelling about shots, and Jessie takes that as her cue to leave. She tries to find Teagan, but it’s impossible, and instead she finds Hallie Mace.

“Hallie!” Jessie yells over the music, “Can you tell Teagan I left? In case she wonders where I went?”

“Yeah, sure Jessie,” Hallie says, “Are you having fun?”

Jessie smiles and nods, and she knows it looks forced, but it satisfies Hallie, who Jessie figures is a little tipsy.

Jessie makes her way outside and walks home, the cool air a relief after how hot it was inside.

Jessie is asleep by the time Teagan comes home, and either Teagan was really quiet, or Jessie was really asleep, because Jessie didn’t hear her come in. The only sign that Teagan did come home is Teagan sleeping in her bed in the clothes she wore last night, hair sticking up in all directions. Jessie sets some Gatorade and Advil on the nightstand for her before she leaves for class.

***

It’s not that Y/N is intentionally avoiding Jessie.

There is truly no bad blood or actual rivalry or whatever people want to believe. It’s just that there’s not much overlap between them except on the field. They’re not in the same program, so they don’t share classes together, they don’t really share the same friends, outside the team. Y/N is friends with the people in her class, other student athletes, and Jessie is friends with people from her classes, and the soccer team. Y/N doesn’t even really notice it, until the online comments start.

It starts with a clip from one of their games. Jessie and Y/N were both on the bench, after being subbed out, and Jessie sat after grabbing water and her pinny, and Y/N stayed standing.

omg they haaate each other

they won’t even sit together its so over

LMAO Y/N really can’t stand Canadians there’s miles of space on that bench to sit and she STANDS???

Y/N frowns when she sees it. It wasn’t intentional, she wasn’t not sitting because she didn’t want to sit with Jessie. She prefers standing for a bit after she’s subbed out. It’s a mini cool down, and she likes bringing her heartrate down before she sits and fully relaxes.

Then it’s the clip from the Olympics, when Y/N said she doesn’t talk to Jessie. All Y/N meant by that is that they hadn’t crossed paths, through no fault of theirs, it’s just how things happened. Of course, everyone decided she meant that she refuses to talk to Jessie.

There’s rumours on campus about a bad fight the two had, about how they played against each other with their national teams and after they got into it off the field. Another lie, because they’ve truly never encountered each other after a game. Still, some of Y/N’s new friends ask her about it, ask her what Jessie did, what really went down. Y/N tells them the same thing each time, nothing happened, there’s no hatred or rivalry, they’re simply two people whose lives don’t really overlap and that’s all there is.

***

USA and Canada don’t even play each other at the next FIFA window. The US plays in the SheBelieves Cup and Canada plays in the Algarve Cup. All Jessie wants to do is focus on the games. She can’t, however, because the first media appearance she does, the first question is about Y/N.

“She’s a great player,” Jessie says, “She brings a lot to the team and I’m happy that for most of the time she’s on my team and not playing against me.”

It doesn’t help that her teammates bother her about it too.

“How is it really?” Janine asks, “Does the team have to build a barrier between you guys?”

“Janine,” Jessie sighs, “We don’t hate each other. We’re literally normal teammates.”

“Oh, come on, you won’t even tell me the juicy details?” Janine whines, “I’m your best friend!”

“Beckie, leave her alone,” Sophie Schmidt says. Jessie almost thanks Sophie, then Sophie keeps talking. “Jessie doesn’t want to spend her rare time away from her enemy thinking about her.”

“She’s not my enemy!” Jessie snaps, “You guys suck.”

***

“Sooooo…” Kelley slides in next to Y/N at the lunch table. “How are things at school?”

“Good?” Y/N says, “Why?”

“I’m just wondering!” Kelley says, “I want to make sure you’re handling things, you know, balancing school with soccer, all those things.”

“Yeah, it’s good. I’m good.”

“Aaand the team is good?”

“Why are you being so weird?” Y/N says.

“I’m not! Alex, am I being weird?” Kelley yells over at Alex across the room.

“You usually are,” Alex comes over and joins them at the table, “What are you being weird about now Kel?”

“I’m just asking her how school is!” Kelley insists. Alex rolls her eyes.

“Kelley wants to ask how Jessie Fleming is, but she’s trying to be subtle about it.”

“Alex!”

“Jessie is fine,” Y/N interrupts before the two can start bickering.

“Do you guys get along?” Kelley asks.

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Y/N sighs, “Are you seriously talking about that stupid rivalry thing? That’s just a bunch of BS.”

“Do you guys hang out? Are you friends?”

“Oh my god,” Y/N groans, “Can’t I eat without everyone bringing up Jessie? They’re not even in the same tournament as us, can I not get a fucking break?”

Kelley and Alex share a look.

***

It only gets worse from there. As Canada and the US start playing each other more, and the longer Jessie and Y/N play together at UCLA, and seemingly don’t get along, the more they get asked about it, the more comments are made online, the more frustrated Y/N gets.

Y/N sludges through the mud on her way to practice. It’s been unexpectedly rainy the past few days. Y/N thought LA was supposed to be hot and sunny all year round, and she thought she would spend her days basking in the sun, wearing suntan lotion and getting tan, not stepping in mud and puddles. When she gets to the field, she’s surprised the only other person there is Jessie.

“Am I really late or really early?” Y/N asks.

“I was asking myself the same thing,” Jessie says, “I’m always early but usually the coaches are already here.”

Y/N sets her bag down on the least muddy spot, and shakes her head.

“I thought LA was supposed to be sunny,” Y/N says. Jessie laughs.

“The rain is actually a relief for me,” Jessie says, “There’s not this much sun in Canada, I’m not used to it.”

Y/N laughs. Of course the Canadian likes the rain.

“I’m not surprised no one else showed up,” Y/N says, “The field is a bit waterlogged.” Y/N points down at her feet, her cleats sunk an inch into the mud.

“You can leave if you want,” Jessie says, “I’m gonna stay and run around for a bit, but you don’t have to stay if you’d rather get out of the mud.”

Y/N considers it. She would really like to go back to her dorm and take a hot shower. But she thinks of Jessie, here all alone, and she can’t leave.

“No, I’ll stay, might as well get some work in for the game this weekend.”

Y/N thinks Jessie means she’s going to stay and run drills, so Y/N waits for her to be ready to warm up. She’s too focused on the way her cleats are getting caked in mud to notice the mischievous smile on Jessie’s face. Y/N gasps and jumps back as a wad of mud hits her chest. She looks at Jessie who’s laughing.

“Oh, it’s on.”

Y/N pounces before Jessie can run, tackling her into the mud. They roll around until they’re both covered in mud and laughing so hard their sides hurt. They run around, trying to push each other into puddles. After a bit, Y/N suggests they play 1 on 1 against each other to ‘see who’s really the better midfielder’. They go back and forth a bit, and the score remains even, both equally matched. It goes until Jessie’s up by one, having stripped the ball from Y/N on defense. Jessie dribbles up to Y/N and Y/N knows immediately that she made a mistake, committing too far one way and Jessie easily goes the other. She does it without thinking, one second watching Jessie cut the other way and the next she has her arms around Jessie’s waist, pulling her back until the two of them are tripping backwards into the mud.

Jessie sputters, mouth gaping open.

“That’s a foul! That’s a red!”

“There’s no refs!” Y/N says, “No refs, no rules! We’re tied again, you didn’t get past me.”

“We are not tied! That doesn’t count!” Jessie says, “I had you beat! I fooled you so bad you had to foul me to stop me!”

“What foul? I didn’t hear a foul call,” Y/N knows she’s being annoying, but she refuses to concede the point. “The rules were you had to get past me, and you didn’t get past me. You lost the ball, therefore, my point.”

“You little…”

Before Y/N can react, Jessie is up and running to the ball. She starts dribbling it away from Y/N.

“There! I recovered the ball and got past you! My point!”

“Get back here!” Y/N chases after her.

Y/N runs after Jessie, yelling the whole time, with Jessie yelling back at her. Y/N almost has her, has her fingers in Jessie’s jersey, ready to give it a tug back, and she startles to a stop when a voice rings out.

“You know practice was canceled today, right?” Teagan stands on the edge of the field.

“We sort of figured that,” Y/N says, out of breath.

“Are the two of you going to clean up before team dinner, or is being covered in the mud the new style?”

“I forgot about dinner,” Jessie says, “We should go shower. It’s going to take a while to get all this mud off.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Y/N yells after them as they walk away.

***

They don’t necessarily start hanging out after that. They still exist in different circles, but it’s more like they partner up in practice, or sit together at team meals, or Y/N plops into the seat behind Jessie on the bus.

Comments start to swirl again after one of their games against USC. USC is one of their biggest rivals and the stands are always packed, each team fighting for a win. UCLA pulled out the win, thanks to a goal from Jessie. Jessie gets pulled into an on field interview after the game and Y/N sneaks up behind her and dumps her almost full Gatorade on Jessie’s head.

“I’ll get you back for that!” Jessie yells, before clearly remembering she’s in the middle of an interview. “Sorry,” Jessie says, “What was the question?”

The clip circulates, people asking if they’ve squashed their beef, if it’s all for show, or if they’re really friends. Y/N rolls her eyes at all the comments.

They end up playing against each other with their national teams in a friendly. While in the tunnel waiting to head out on the field, Y/N finds where Jessie’s standing in line.

“Psst, Fleming,” Y/N gets her attention, “Can I get your jersey after the game?”

“Sure,” Jessie says, “But I don’t want yours. I’d rather die than wear American colours.”

Y/N sticks her tongue out at Jessie, but smiles when Jessie has to turn away to keep from laughing. She catches Kelley staring at her, raising her eyebrows. What? Y/N mouths at her. Kelley raises her arms in surrender and focuses back at the front.

After the game Y/N and Jessie meet in the middle of the field. Y/N already has her jersey off. She holds it out to Jessie.

“The whole point of a jersey swap is the swapping of jerseys, now give.”

Jessie rolls her eyes and pulls off her jersey, handing it to Y/N. They put on the others jersey and Jessie makes a face.

“This feels illegal.”

“Let’s take a photo,” Y/N drags Jessie over to the nearest photographer. She’s more than happy to get one of the two of them in each other’s jerseys and promises to send it to both of them.

***

After the game, a lot of the teams plan to meet up since a lot of them are friends and teammates on their club teams. Jessie isn’t 21 yet, and she really doesn’t know anyone on the US team very well, so she stays behind. She should probably do some homework anyway.

Jessie’s finished showering and doing her post game routine and about to pull out her textbooks, when there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey,” Y/N says when Jessie opens the door, “Everyone’s out drinking, except us it seems. Wanna hang?”

Y/N doesn’t wait for an answer before she pushes into the room and flops on the closest bed.

“That’s Janine’s bed,” Jessie says as she closes the door. Y/N groans and moves to the other bed.

“It’s so lame being under 21,” Y/N says, “Everyone ditches us to go to bars and stuff.”

“I don’t like bars anyway,” Jessie says, “I’d rather stay in.”

“I don’t mind staying in, I guess, I like hanging out with you, I’ll skip the bar if you’re here.”

Jessie doesn’t answer, looking away before Y/N can see how her cheeks grow red.

“Did you see this?” Y/N turns her phone to Jessie, “People are going crazy over the picture of us from the game. They’re trying to prove it’s a PR stunt since we tooootally hate each other.”

“All that rivalry stuff is pretty stupid. There was never anything to it.”

“You know everyone wants to create drama when there isn’t any.”

“I never…” Jessie turns to look at the wall, talking quietly, “I never had any problem with you, even before we became friends. I hated the rivalry crap. I always thought… I thought you were cool and I wanted to talk to you, but I thought you might’ve really hated me.”

“I didn’t hate you,” Y/N says, “Jess.” Jessie hears Y/N shifting on the bed and Y/N gently grabs Jessie’s shoulder and turns Jessie to face her. “I didn’t hate you, I thought you were cool too. You’re such a good player and everyone liked you so much. I didn’t know what to say to you.”

“I don’t think I’m that cool,” Jessie mutters.

“You’re way cool!” Y/N says, “You’re one of the best midfielders in the world and you’re still in college! And your photography stuff is really good, and everyone likes you, and, I think you’re really awesome Jess.”

Jessie feels like she might cry, and she doesn’t want to. She doesn’t want Y/N to see her cry, she doesn’t want to try to explain why a few nice words from Y/N are making her cry. She panics, because she can feel the tears coming and she doesn’t know how to stop it. Y/N is looking at her intently, and Jessie stops thinking. Before she knows it, her lips are on Y/N’s. She pulls back almost as quickly as she leaned in.

“I’m so sorry,” Jessie says. She feels like she might cry even more now.

“Oh,” Y/N breathes, “Oh. I didn’t realize…”

“I’m so sorry. I get it if you don’t want hang out with me anymore. I’m so sorry.”

Jessie keeps apologizing, not able to do anything else. She’s expecting Y/N to slap her, or to just walk out of the room and never talk to her again. She wonders how easy it is to transfer schools, she doesn’t want to leave UCLA, but she doesn’t know if she can face Y/N again. Lost in her thoughts, she freezes when Y/N kisses her again.

“Sorry,” Y/N says, “But I didn’t know how else to get to you to stop apologizing. I’m not mad, I like you too. I didn’t think you liked me back, so I didn’t say anything. I like you, Jess.”

“Really?” Jessie asks, “You… you like me?” Y/N nods. “I-I like you too,” Jessie says shyly.

Jessie covers her face and falls back on the bed. Y/N laughs and follows her. When Jessie uncovers her face, Y/N is facing her, looking at her with a soft smile on her face. Jessie takes a deep breath and works up her nerve. She reaches a hand out and slides her hand over Y/N’s. Y/N grins and laces their fingers together. Hours later, they fall asleep like that, hands clasped between them, and Jessie wakes up to the sound of a camera shutter.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Janine whispers, “I felt like we needed photo evidence of this moment.”

“Please don’t post that anywhere,” Jessie says, and she rolls over and falls back asleep.