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taasgirl · 9 months ago

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blue light - lando norris

summary: y/n is a professional footballer for arsenal, and takes a quick pitstop to the australian gp! her and lando end up taking a liking to each other, and reunite on a night out.

warnings: mentions of acl injury, nothing too bad

word count: 4.2k - sorry if there's any typos lol

I would be lying if I said that I knew how this worked. I also would be lying if I said that I found this enjoyable. I’ve spent too long concentrating on my career, that I never really cared to watch others; especially not Formula 1. But here I am.

The Australian Grand Prix, my ‘home tournament’ some would say. Growing up in Sydney, no one cared for motorsports - it was more about football, all variations of it.

I was sitting with the girls in one of the many stands. We had been followed around for majority of the day, there were a lot of people asking for photos. But honestly, I didn’t mind, in fact I really loved when I was recognised.

Steph attempted to explain how the races worked to me and the other girls, but we couldn’t get it.

The flag was waved and the race begun. There was a lot of commotion, everyone was buzzing to be watching a Grand Prix. “So what time will this finish?” I asked Steph, “Just watch it Y/N.” The other girls laughed at her focus on the track - the cars weren’t even there anymore.

After a few laps I started to get hungry. “I’m gonna grab food. Any of youse want any?” The girls shook their heads; they were as focused as Steph.

I walked through ‘The Paddock’. The passes we had allowed us to be there and I could tell that they were expensive. There were drivers left right and centre.

I made my way to a hot chips stand and ordered four portions. “A bit hungry yeah?” I turned around and was met with the face of a boy. Well maybe a man. He was fully decked out in the Mclaren gear. Either a driver or a huge fan.

“Nah for my friends.” He laughed and after ordering his food stood by me as we waited.

“I’m Oscar.” He lent his hand out, and I shook it in response, “Y/N.” He smiled at me “I know.”

“So what’s a footballer doing at the races huh?” He recognised me. “Honestly, I have no idea. My friends dragged me along.” He laughed. “Maybe my team can help you out.” He smirked at me. “And what team would that be?”

“Mclaren.”

“So some guy offers his exclusive lounge to you, and you believe him?” Katie was looking me up and down, very obviously unimpressed. “I think he’s a driver. Steffie is there someone from Mclaren called Oscar?” She looked at me immediately.

“You met Oscar Piastri?” I nodded. “And he invited you to the Mclaren lounge?” I nodded and then stopped, “Well all of us.”

We were all sat very lavishly at a bar. Oscar had met us outside the Mclaren suite and brought us inside.

“So if you’re a driver, why aren’t you out there?” I pointed to the TV that was following the cars. “I had a crash a few weeks ago, and I’m still not cleared to race yet.” I winced. The idea of crashing at the speeds that the men were going irked me. “It wasn’t anything bad. Just a concussion.”

“So who’s out there now?” Oscar smiled at me. “Lando. Lando Norris.” His smile was cheeky. “He’s gonna be buzzing when he sees you after the race.” I looked at him nonchalantly. “Honestly, he’s a huge Arsenal fan. You’re his favourite player too.” A smile creeped across my face. I was intrigued by this ‘Lando Norris’ person.

“Do you have a photo of him? I wanna know what he looks like.” Oscar scoffed. “Take a look around. His face is everywhere.”

Oscar wasn’t lying. There were posters everywhere of Lando Norris. Him celebrating, him posing, him and Oscar. He must be a big shot.

“Good looking guy right?” I laughed almost uncomfortably.

But I did find him attractive. In fact, as soon as Oscar had left us for his team, I was already searching up Lando on instagram.

By the time the races had finished, it was a bit past four. After getting the rundown from some of the Mclaren workers, I had kinda figured out what was happening.

Carlos Sainz won the race. Lando came third, and everyone was stoked. “But isn’t third just kinda bad?” Steph smacked Caitlin. “It’s different in racing now shut up.” The rest of us snickered. We had a perfect view of the podium, and all the guys on it.

“He’s cute.” Katie nudged me, earning an eye roll. “You should talk to him. I know you like your English.” Katie was one of my closest friends, she took me under her wing when I signed for arsenal, and for that I will always be indebted to her.

Once the boys had finished celebrating their win, we were brought back to the Mclaren suite.

“Stay here, I’ll bring Lando over.” Oscar held my shoulder before he went looking for the driver. As we were waiting, I was lightly tapped. Turning around, I can face to face with a journalist.

“Hi Y/N how are you?” She was beaming. “Would you mind doing a quick interview with us, it’ll only take a minute?” I smiled at her and agreed.

We were pulled into a less busy part of the room, and she handed over to me a microphone. The camera was directed at me, so I quickly touched up my hair.

“How are you enjoying the races, big fan?” I rubbed the back of my neck and responded.

“Yeah it’s been great. I don’t know too much about the whole motorsports scene but a few people from Mclaren have been helpful in explaining.”

The reporter flipped her paper.

“Speaking of Mclaren, do you have an affiliation with the team? You’ve been in the suite all day!”

“Honestly, I bumped into Oscar while getting chips and he invited us over.” She smiled, signalling for me to go on. “Everyone’s been super welcoming, especially to the dumb questions I’ve been asking.” The camera crew around us laughed.

Finishing up the interview, I made my way over to the girls. “Okay miss popular.” The girls laughed at Katie’s remark.

“Oh that Lando guy is looking for you by the way.” I looked straight at Steph. “Don’t look at me like that. He came around to us and left straight away when he realised you weren’t here.” I took a seat next to Caitlin.

“Y/N, come!” Oscar shouted from across the room. I could see his hand waving over to me, and so I got up.

“This is Lando.” Lando had an arm thrown around Oscar, very obviously tired. “Hey.” We reached our hands out and shook.

“Listen, I’m a huge fan of yours.” I smiled at him thankfully.

“Yeah he’s got about fifty jersey with your name on the back.” Oscar chimed, but was immediately shut down by a light kick to his shin, Lando’s doing. “Okay I’m not that weird.” We laughed together, until the silence turned awkward.

“I never picked you for a F1 enjoyer, who’d you support.” Oscar laughed, earning a concerned look on Lando’s face.

“Would it kill you if I said that I don’t watch it. Like at all?”

He clutched his heart sarcastically.

“I’m sorry! I’ve just never really been into it.” Oscar shook his head. “Ok ok, if it’s you two racing, then I’ll consider watching. It’s the least I can do for a fan.” Lando clutched his chest again.

“Gosh Y/N, you really know what to say to get a man’s heart pumping.” We laughed it off again.

“You should probably get back to your team. Celebrate the win?” It was less a statement than a question. “I’m just gonna shut up before I end up giving you a heart attack.”

He took his hand in mine, and pulled me in for a hug. “There’ll be a party later. You’re all invited to join if you’d like.” I nodded. “I’ll let them know.”

“So what’s the dress code?” Steph walked into my room, taking a look at the clothes still in their suitcase. “Not formal I don’t think. Just like a normal party.” She began picking up my clothes and placing them on my bed.

“You should wear a dress.” She threw me one of my green dresses. “This one. I bet he’ll wanna take it off later tonight.” I laughed. “Yeah not happening Stephie.”

Oscar had given me his number and sent the details for tonight. It was gonna be a party with almost all the drivers, and a shit ton of people.

The girls were already done getting ready, it seemed that I was the only one rocking up in a dress. They were all in skinny jeans. God I really needed to help with their wardrobe situation.

“Hurry up Y/N we’re gonna leave without you.” Katie called from the hallway.

“Holy shit.” We were all stood in front of an elusive door. We could see the lights sparkling from the windows of the home, music blasting. “Now who the fuck gave up their house for a rave?” I questioned, earning an embarrassingly loud laugh from Steph.

Once we had walked inside, it was quite obvious that we weren’t gonna be finding Lando or Oscar anytime soon.

The house was packed. Bodies were everywhere, dancing, kissing, just straight up passed out.

We made our rounds of the party, figuring out our bearings before coming to the kitchen.

“Y/N?” I turned around, my name was almost whispered, but I could still hear it.

I had come face to face with my ex. “Oh my God, hi Jay.” He hugged me. A hug that I had known too well.

“What’re you doing here? I didn’t even know you were back home.” He was holding a red cup. Classic. It was probably filled with beer considering how he smelt. “Just a quick trip back home. We were invited to the race.” He nodded, taking a swig.

Jayden and I hadn’t exactly ended on the best terms. He was my first serious boyfriend and we lasted two years. Until I had to move to London. He was angry at me for choosing work over love. But I had to. I loved football more than I loved him.

“Do you need somewhere to stay? I’ve got rooms in my hotel.” I immediately shut him down. “You’re too kind, but nah, I’m staying at Steph’s house.” As soon as I mentioned the name I could tell he cringed. He never liked Steph, he said she was too protective over me.

“Y/N!” I spun around and saw Oscar. “Having fun?”

“Watch it mate.” Jayden stepped up to Oscar. “Calm your tits. Just saying hello to a friend.” Jayden scoffed at his response. “Yeah well, leave my girlfriend alone.” He spat.

“The fuck Jayden?” I made eye contact with Oscar, "Ex. From a long time ago." I emphasised the 'long'. Oscar nodded, and signalled for me to follow him.

We walked further into the house, and had stopped at what I assumed to be the living room.

Lando, arms splayed over the head rests of the couch he was sitting on, looked me up and down. “Look who decided to show up!” He stood up and gave me a hug. “You look great.”

His cologne was strong, a vanilla scent.

"This is insane." I referred to the house and the people around us. "Yeah in all honesty, I have no idea whose house this is." We both laughed, still standing close to each other.

For some reason, I felt as if there was no one else here. Like it was just him and I. "You know I should probably get your number. Just in case you wanna come to more races." While he reached for his phone, I responded. "Hmm are you sure this isn't actually your attempt at scoring free arsenal tickets?" He passed me his phone, unlocked. "Me? Never." I smiled and created a contact in his phone.

"Message me, Lando Norris."

We had finally landed in London, after way too many hours cramped in a plane, I could finally stretch my legs. "Welcome to London." Katie looked out of the window, rain pouring from the sky. "Is it too late to go back?" I questioned.

Lando still hadn't messaged me, and in all honesty, I gave up on him ever reaching out.

After our conversation at the party, I was drawn back to the girls and didn't see him at all afterwards.

"Anyone for Nandos?"

"I'm gonna find you a hot English guy." Steph was sat at my vanity, fixing up her minimal makeup while I was sat on the floor, deciding what shoes would match my outfit best.

We were going out for a team dinner and I was knackered from training this week. Friday night out just didn't seem that appealing to me. "I'll pass." I settled on an old pair of sneakers. "Not even Lando Norris?" I didn't reply. The girls hadn't stopped going on about Lando since Australia, and were confused when he hadn't messaged me after the party.

"Oh come on. You're telling me that if you saw him you wouldn't immediately jump in his pants?"

"Firstly, ew don't talk about him like that, and secondly, I doubt he'd even remember me. We talked for what? Five minutes at most." She walked over to me and picked me up off the floor. "Come on, we'll be late."

Once we arrived at the restaurant, I took a seat next to Leah and checked the menu. I ordered a well-done steak with a side of salad, along with a glass of red wine.

"How you feeling for the weekend?" I asked Leah. It was her first game starting since her ACL injury, and I could tell that she was beyond nervous. "I'm scared. Like I want to be out there so badly, but I'm so afraid I'll do it again." I smiled at her sympathetically.

"If there's anyone who can bounce back, it's you." I paused, "You know, what I find weird?" She shrugged. "I haven't told you this, but before I came to Arsenal, I had posters of you in my room." She looked shocked. "Are you actually serious?"

I nodded in response. "You are seriously my favourite footballer. I remember when I got the call from my agent, all I could think about was the fact that you'd be my teammate. Not that I was playing in the WSL, or even Arsenal. It was you." She smiled, I could see her eyes glisten a little.

"Every single day you inspire me, and I promise, when you walk onto the pitch on Sunday, you're going to inspire a whole load of other people too." She hugged me.

"You're too sweet Y/N. Thank you." When we detached, I was met with a stunned Steph. "What?" I asked.

"Turn around." I looked behind and saw Lando sat at the bar. "Oh my fucking god." I faced back at Steph.

"Go up to him." I shook my head aggressively. "Absolutely not."

"If you don't, I'm gonna call out to him." I looked her dead in the eyes. "You wouldn't dare." She smiled, "I so would."

No one except Leah ad caught up on what Steph and I were talking about, until I heard my name shouted out from the other end of the table.

"Y/N look!" Katie pointed towards Lando, who had turned around at the crazed woman screaming.

We made eye contact and he smiled at me, getting up from his seat. I quickly got up too, and met him halfway.

"What are the chances?" He hugged me as I responded. "Wow this is really weird."

"How you been?" He asked, his hand on mine. "Ah yeah I'm good, just out with the girls for dinner." I turned around to draw his attention to them, only to be met with the eyes of every single person at that table. "Oh god don't mind them." He chuckled.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Monaco?" He raised his eyebrow at me. "How'd you know I live in Monaco?" My cheeks turned red. "Have you been googling me?" He questioned, smiling down at me.

"I'm so embarrassed oh my god." I took a breath. "Hey, you never messaged me." I looked at him sternly, while he looked at me confused. "You are aware that you gave me the wrong number right?" He took out his phone and opened up his texts.

I cringed, and tapped on the number. "Oh my god, I did give you the wrong number, see I put 6 instead of 7." I pointed at the digits. "Why didn't you just get my number off of Oscar then?"

He put his phone back into his pocket. "Well as much as I didn't want to believe it, I thought you purposely gave me the wrong number. You know, to let me know you weren't interested." My jaw dropped. "You know, if my memory serves me right, I'm pretty sure I told you to message me."

"Hey, I didn't want to cross any boundaries, plus Oscar pointed out your ex to me, and I definitely was not gonna get on his bad side." I cringed at the thought of Jayden. "He's so gross." Lando agreed.

"I'm sorry about everyone staring too." I referred to my teammates, still looking over at Lando and I. "They're a little bit too interested in my love life." Chuckling, he sent a wave over to them. "Love life huh?" He smirked.

"Come sit with us." Katie (of course) yelled out at him. "Don't listen to her, I should probably let you get back to whatever you were doing."

He scratched the back of his head. "I wasn't doing much, I'd be happy to sit down with you lot." I looked back at the girls, Steph was beaming. "Maybe not, she looks a little creepy right now." He laughed. "Well if you really don't want me around your friends, why don't we just go for a walk then?"

"Why not?" He ushered for me to start walking and soon enough, we were out on the London streets.

"I heard that you have a game coming up." I was looking down as he looked to me. "Uh yeah, Sunday." He was about to speak when I cut him off. "You should come. I'd be happy to get you some tickets."

"Yeah actually that'd be great. I might just have to bring my Y/N jersey." He nudged my shoulder with his as we continued walking.

"You never know, maybe I'll even sign it."

"So what were you doing in a restaurant by yourself? Waiting for a date maybe?" I questioned, making his cheeks turn red. "I wish. I'm here for a few days before I have to fly to Japan. Just wanted a nice meal."

"Well come on, let's go find somewhere to eat." I grabbed his hand and pulled him along. "Don't you need to get back?" I shook my head "They know I'm in safe hands."

"Nah you're having a laugh, are you serious?" Lando and I had found a hole-in-the-wall pizza shop and were sat opposite each other. "No I'm serious, I got my permit like a year ago, but I refuse to drive."

"I don't know Y/N, that might be a dealbreaker. I mean, my whole life is driving." He was laughing. "Yeah well then you can just drive me everywhere." His smile was warm, comforting. "I'd like that."

Once we had finished up eating we started to walk back. Steph had texted me to say that she and the girls had left. "How are you getting home?" He asked me. "Probably an Uber." He tutted and shook his head. "Let me drive you."

"Thank you Lando. I really enjoyed this." I was standing outside his car as he dropped me off to my house. Through the rolled down window, I couldn't stop looking at him. "It was my pleasure. I want to see you again, soon." I started to blush.

"Wait, let me give you my actual number."

He immediately responded, "No need. I just need to change the 6 to a 7." I smiled, he remembered.

"I'm expecting some tickets by the way. And don't you dare put me up in the nosebleeds." We laughed together. "I'll see you later Lando."

"Get off your phone Y/N." I quickly dropped my phone into my bag, and looked up at Katie.

"There are no excuses today. We're giving it our all. These points are ours." The changeroom erupted. Today we had Chelsea, and it would absolutely decisive for us in the title race.

I was unlike most of the girl on the team, I preferred to sit and relax before games rather than getting energised early. "Are you messaging who I think you're messaging?" Steph slid in next to me.

"Shut up Steph." She grabbed my shoulders and lightly shook me, "And to think that you didn't want to go to the race." I shooed her away before picking my phone up to play some music.

I shuffled my playlist, and let saturn by sza start playing.

"You alright?" Leah tapped on my shoulder, to which I pulled one of my airpods out. "Yeah, just trying to concentrate you know?"

It was a pain in my knee. It hurt like a bitch. I fell to the ground immediately and clutched my leg. "Fuck fuck fuck." Steph ran straight to me, followed closely by a few of the other girls.

"Shit." Steph held my right knee. No one wanted to say what we thought it was. The dreaded ACL.

"I'm okay, it's fine." I tried to calm the girls down. I had stuck my leg foolishly into a tackle and twisted it slightly.

The physio who had come to aid me, placed a hand on my knee. "Where is it Y/N?" I pointed to the top of my knee. "Okay, you'll be right. Do you want to come off."

"No." He nodded and helped me stand up. "How's it feeling." I put pressure on it. "It's good." We walked off the field and I signalled to Jonas that I was fine.

After a quick treatment of cream and tape, I was ready to join my team again. The fourth official waited until the referee allowed me to come on, and I sprinted back into place.

"You got it Y/N." Leah shouted to me.

"And you're alright yeah?" Katie came around to me after the match ended. We finished strong with a 2-1 win, the goals from Alessia.

"Honestly, I feel fine. The physio said it was probably just a cork." She nodded in understanding. "Rest up, we need you." We walked towards the bench, smiles everywhere.

I looked out beyond the bench and saw Lando. He was standing up, cheering us on, a smiled crept across my face.

Jonas pulled us in for a group talk and, in all honesty, I couldn't focus on anything he was saying. My attention was completely on the fact that I could talk to Lando afterwards. I wasn't sure on how exactly I could go up to him.

"I'm so fucking proud of you girls." Once we were done congratulating each other, I was able to make my way to the seats above the bench.

I took a plethora of photos and signed many jerseys, still waiting for Lando to appear amongst the fans. Once I had finished with the section, I looked up in search of him.

"Y/N!" My name was called out from behind me. I turned around, and after seeing who it was, I walked over.

I threw my hands over Lando's shoulders, as he held my waist in for a hug. "You scared the shit out of me." He looked at me sternly, but it looked my friendly. "I scared the shit out of myself." He laughed. "Hey, look." He stepped slightly away from me and lifted up his hoodie.

Underneath it was our pink Stella McCartney kit. He pulled his hoodie off completely and showed me the back. My last name stood above the number 10.

"It's nice right?" He questioned. "Mhm." My only response. "Only mhm? I spent 200 quid on this!" I laughed at him. "I think I'll do you one better." I pulled the shirt I was wearing off and handed it over to him. "Matchworn, gotta be worth something." I smiled.

"Oh wow, are you serious?" He asked, holding the shirt in his hands. "You don't wanna keep it?" I shook my head. "Nah, I have plenty. Plus now you can start an official Y/N collection."

"Guess this means I'll have to give you my helmet after a race huh?"

"You're already inviting me to a race?" I asked, batting my eyes.

"Well the British GP isn't for a few more months so-" I cut him off before he could finish. "What about Japan?" He looked down at me confused. "What do you mean love?"

"What if I came to Japan? I'm sure they'd let me go down for a day or two." I couldn't help but replicate the smile that was on his face.

He didn't say anything, and instead leaned in.

His lips met mine as he held my face. I kissed him back passionately. Who would've thought that going to a silly race would end like this?

We pulled apart. "You better come to Japan."

lmk if you guys liked this!! i love lando and football sm, so why not mix the two??

say something is coming guys!! i'm in a bit of a slump :/ but my exams will be over soon thankfully

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itzstarzwrld · 15 days ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝐩𝐭.𝟐)

𝐖𝐅𝐂!𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ ⌨ ✰ 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊•

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒➤ 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡

(𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?) 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠?: 𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔?, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑂𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑢𝑝 (𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑖𝑡?) 𝑛𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦/𝑛 (𝐼 𝑢𝑠𝑒 "(𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒)" 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑)

𝐩𝐭.𝟏

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You froze, a wave of emotions hit you. Anger, heartbreak, surprise and worst of all, betrayal as you realized...

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬' 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞....

You struggle to contain your emotions as your legs felt weak, tears threatened to spill form your optics. Your anger just wanted to spill over the top, but you managed to control yourself to quickly and silently leave the scene.

When Optimus and Elita finally departed, the air felt tense

"𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚..𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬... 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠"

You try to keep your emotions in check, but couldn't help it. You just saw your supposed lover kiss another and it's even worse that you considered Elita-1 a friend

When finally reaching your chambers, it all just comes crashing down. Never ending tears flow from your optics, you craddle your knees to your chest and just cry, cry and cry until. You hear a knock

"(𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞), 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

silence...

you wanted to scream soo badly but decided to suck it up and give him a piece of your mind as you stood and spoke.

"𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧"

As you crossed your arms with a frown, the door slowly opens revealing a "concered" Optimus.

"𝐈𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠-"

"𝐍𝐨 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬"

You didn't even let him finish, but you didn't care, anger was the only thing you felt right now.

"𝐖-𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭-"

"𝐈𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚"

You just couldn't stop as the emotions just boiled over and you were not in the mood right now.

silence...

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥?"

more silence

"(𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞), 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧-"

"𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬? 𝐎𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭?"

silence

"𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬.... 𝐖𝐡𝐲? 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞?"

Your voice broke, still struggling to contain your emotions.

silence

"𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈...𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫"

"'𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲' 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞?, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 '𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭'?"

"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬... 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡?"

"...."

"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫"

you decided to give him one last look before going back into your chambers

"𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛��𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐬"

and you closed the door in his face, all that you hear is him sighing before walking away. It took you a while to call down and not confront Elita. You tried so hard to think this was a dream but you keep realizing that

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠/𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝐹𝐿𝑂𝑃𝑃𝐸𝐷 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑐 (𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑝𝑡. 1 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 😭😭😭) 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑚𝑘 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 (𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑒ℎ𝑒)

#𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ☆#transformers masterlist #transformers wfc #war for cybertron #oplita #optimus prime x reader #theotherwoman!au

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jessenitrogen · 10 months ago

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ultra magnus design for an au

#took inspo from the wfc/foc games #idw #and g1 #i wanted this to be somewhat simple so when I draw it #I can focus on other things like rendering #this design is not for my own continuity #but for a secret third thing #transformers #maccadam #tf #tf au #transformers au #ultra magnus #fan design #mecha #robot #art #jnart #if you can geuss what this au is by the pose alone. congrats!!!

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vnessakrby · 3 months ago

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what if captain carter was... invincible?

Arsenal's iconic striker, Captain Peggy Carter, presents her retrospective Balloon D'or to the Gunners.

#what if...?#hayley atwell #peggy carter #captain carter #arsenal #arsenal fc #arsenal wfc #football fan art #digital art #marvel au #my art #agent 13

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ch1meraa · 10 months ago

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Oh maaaaan, I’ve had this animation of Vic sat in my files for like 6 months now haha - will I ever finish it, that is the question xD

So here Vic’s watching as the Quintesson ship makes it way to Earth, where they’ve come to use the cure they stole from him to control all Plagued Transformers - but he ain’t going down without a fight >:D

Vic belongs to me

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wileys-russo · 1 year ago

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jonas needs to get on the phone to Tony G because how is caitlin absolutely dominating here but can't even get a shot in at arsenal, make it make sense

#woso #matildas #AUS vs PHI #arsenal wfc

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heartsandstarsnation · 10 months ago

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Matildas #20 1st Edition Unisex Heavy Cotton Tee

Announcing the launch of heartsandstarsnation’s MATILDAS Line!

And who better to kick us off than our great captain!

Matildas #20 1st Edition Available only on Etsy:

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medicdoodles · 5 months ago

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DRAtchet week 2022 Day 11:Full of Bitterness

(First Day)||(Day 10)||(Day 12)||(Last Day)

Drift found out Ratchet gets caught

Fuck. They gottem. He was distracted by the stupid firing squad here to kill him. He had it under control. Sure, he almost lost an arm. His leg shouldn't have been bent like that, and scrap, his coughing blood. However, that all pales in comparison to being rescued by some Autobots.

Said bots saying that Ratchet sent them over. That they had him in their base. Had offered both of them sanctuary. All in exchange for Ratchet's continued work. When the fuck did that happen.

"Ratchet is making his way here." Reverb or whatever his name was, tells him.

"I'm not going anywhere." Simple. The faster Ratchet is here they faster they can leave. Waiting around and his weak frame is starting to give out. His eyes are harder to keep open, his vents are clogged.

Why does it feel like there's dirt in his cogs?

"Deadlock..." ahh. There's Ratchet's gentle touch. Opening his eyes he sees that wonderful, caring, his Ratchet's face. "Look at you..." and a bright blue light hits his face. He swears he just saw a peak the well.

Or maybe it was the pit. As now all that stares back at him is the bright red Autobot Symbol. "What the fuck." His gears are sticking together.

"Deadlock?"

"What the fuck!" He makes an attempt to grab his hand. "They told me that you were going to help em wit ground bridges." Ratchet takes the hand that missed and uses his other hand to steady himself. "They said you we're going to help."

He can feel his checks flush. "I made this deal to protect you." He's very mean to make a jab at his open wond. "And clearly I made the right decision." No wait, Ratchet is patching him up. "Look at you. What shape would you have if I hadn't."

"So what? Are you gonna go wit teh Autobot?" There he got the worst question out. He may still be bleeding out, and yeah his processor is freezing up, but he has to know.

"That was the deal." His soft, gentle touch, so why wasn't it soothing him like it always does? "Just have to repair some ground bridges for them." He touches the planting and still only anger, betrayal. "They promised just a vorn." He said it so easily, so normal.

"What about me?"

"I'm sorry?"

"What about me?" For the first time since he felt it. He grabs Ratchet's hand to pushes it away from him. "What in your grand plan did ya have for me?"

"I-" why did he want to let go. "I didn't..." one finger unclip.

"If you joined them for me. You should have something. Anything."

Ratchet looks down, he faces away from him. Like always when things get to hard for him he rolls over and let's it happen. "I don't. All that ran through my head was finding help." His voice so soft, scared. This time he can't help him. Ratchet can't keep doing this to him.

"You didn't expect me to follow you?"

"No." He let go. The phantom touch of thier hands stung more than the open wond.

"Did you expect me to stay here? To wait for you to come back?"

"No."

"So you really didn't think about me at all."

"That's not true." Ratchet's reaches out to him. Before he could really think he slaps the arm back towards his side. "Drift..." Ratchet's field blooms in shame. "I just need to make sure that you would get out there alive. If you joined the Autobots or if you ran it didn't matter to me. I just needed a way to make sure you were safe."

And that was their relationship. For a few moments of perfect bliss. Then Ratchet would make some dangerous decisions that Deadlock would have to try to dig them out of. And he's just tired. Maybe they do love each other, it was hard to tell some times. It probably just the wrong time for them, they both need to grow.

The idea of letting him go hurts. Hurts a lot and, Primus he's scared that Ratchet might move on from him. However, he just can't keep fighting anymore.

"I understand..." Ratchet pulls away. When had he patch him up. More importantly when he moves his hand to place over his mouth. Seeing his blood stain both his hands and his mouth. It really makes this final. "For what's it's worth. I really do love you."

One more kiss, a final goodbye. Taking the last moment to remember what he taste like...

The kiss was full of bitterness.

#transformers #ratchet #maccadam #ratchlock #deadlock #au #fanfic #dratchet #transformers seige #transformers wfc seige #seige ratchet

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batllethinker · 1 year ago

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My contribution to the spidersam community

#spiderman #sam kerr #au #edit #marvel edit #woso edit #cas edits #auswnt #chelsea wfc

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stormlit · 1 year ago

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georgie's t.lasso au: after leaving the army, georgie went into sports medicine, and has now been the r.ichmond medic for a few years. she works with both the men's and women's sides, has her own office/medical room, and is also the pitch paramedic for injuries sustained during home games. she's not a doctor, any suspected breaks get sent to the nearest hospital, but she can deal with most injuries and illnesses at the club. she's fucking great at her job, is extremely likeable, and takes no shit. if you're being an idiot, she'll tell you, but if you're stuck at home for a while, she'll also come and visit.

#disclaimer that i'm a real casual football fan idk how these roles actually work irl but i'm vibing #i imagine that the real medics just work w one team but consider: i don't care i wanna write her with both tl canons and my friends #making wfc r.ichmond charas/aus #also honestly. she's been to war. r.oy k.ent u don't scare her At All she knows ur all bark #GEORGIE LANE / verse / tl.

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afterglowkatie · 7 months ago

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enchanted to meet you: ireland ˏˋ°•*⁀ steph x mccabe!reader, social media

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