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[chaotic-toasters]

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If you cried, please let me know. I cried while writing this and now I feel like a wimp

Jen Beattie x Teen!Reader Arsenal WFC x Teen!Reader --------------------

You awoke to the creaking of your bedroom door, followed by the dipping of your bed.

"Hey, kiddo," your mam's voice soft, fingers carding through your hair. "Time to wake up. We've got a big day ahead of us."

You cracked your eyes open, blinking rapidly at the light streaming through your window. "Five more minutes?"

She smiled fondly. "Sorry, kiddo. We've got to finish packing, and then we're gonna meet the girls at Colney one last time before they send us off at the airport."

A few months ago, you and your mam had received almost identical offers from the newest team in the NWSL, Bay FC. Your mam had jumped at the promise of something new, but you'd hesitated.

Arsenal was all you'd ever known. You'd grown up in the academy, winning tournaments left and right before signing your first professional contract for the gunners at fifteen years old.

You had memories of Katie chasing you through the Emirates, practicing pens with Kim, and doing media with Leah. If you left, you wouldn't get to make any more of those memories that were so near and dear to your heart.

It was a difficult decision to make, one that your mam assured you was totally up to you. Any of the girls would take you in in a heartbeat if you wanted to stay.

You hated change, and you hated the position Bay FC's offer put you in. Whether you stayed or left, your life wouldn't be the same.

Stay, and be an ocean away from your mam.

Leave, and abandon everything you'd ever known since you were a wee child.

Stay or leave.

Your mam or your found family.

Pain or pain.

Stay.

Leave.

Stay.

Leave.

Realistically, as much as you dwelled on the decision, the choice was made the second you opened your email.

You could never leave your mam. Your mam who never forced you to do anything you didn't want to. Your mam who always made time for you. Your mam who would stay home from matches or training when you were sick. Your mam who always supported you and loved you.

So, you accepted. You accepted the offer to leave the WSL behind, comforted only by the knowledge that your mam would be right next to you the whole time.

It had hurt to accept the California team's offer, a metaphorical knife to the gut, but your teammates had reminded you that you were still in the early stages of your career and could come back later on. That had brought you some sense of relief, knowing that they would gladly welcome you back if you wanted to return.

But now, on the final day of your life in London, it all came crashing down, and you suddenly did not want to leave.

"O-kayyy," you mumbled, rolling off the bed. "When do we leave? To Colney?"

Your mam extended her hand, pulling you up. "In an hour. Get the rest of your stuff, and we'll have breakfast on the way."

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"He—oof!" You grunted as someone tackled you into a hug, taking you both to the floor.

"I'm gonna miss you, kiddo," Leah's voice wavered. "So, so much."

You squeezed her tightly. "I'll miss you too, Lee. Who'll make fun of your five year-old diet now?"

Katie joined you on the floor, stealing you from Leah's embrace to pull you into her own. "I will, kid. Don't ye' worry."

Leah wiped away a stray tear. "You remember this, Y/N. Once a gunner, always a gunner. You hear me? You'll always have a place hear at Arsenal."

You smiled sadly as yet another one of your teammates stole you for a hug. "Thanks, Lee. I'm gonna miss you all so, so much."

"She was proper crabbit this mornin'," your mam said with a sad smile of her own. "She cried, yelled at me, cried again, then walked into the door frame because she couldn't see through her tears."

"Maaaam!" You turned red as your teammates laughed. "That didn't happen!"

Kim ruffled your hair. "It's okay, sweetheart. You did that exact thing with a goalpost when you were younger."

You tried unsuccessfully to hold in your laughter. "Kimmy!"

Your mam grinned. "Nothin' I'd rather be doing during my last day as a gunner than making fun of Y/N with you all."

Unfortunately for you, that was all that you and your teammates did for the remainder of your time together. Make fun of you. Oh, to be the baby of the gunners.

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"I don't want you to leave," Kyra murmured, gripping your shoulders desperately as your flight was called. "You're like... my little sister."

You softened at the uncharacteristically wholesome confession, hugging the Aussie who you'd grown so close to tightly. "Keep in touch, Ky. We'll be sure to visit."

"You promise?" you'd never heard Kyra so vulnerable, not even when Australia had lost to England in the Semifinals and been knocked out of the World Cup.

"I promise. I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N."

It was Kim who scooped you up into a hug last, the Scotswoman practically having watched you grown up since your birth. Your second parent in the absence of your father.

"We'll miss you here, kiddo," she whispered in your ear as you tried to hold back tears. It was almost comical, the short Midfielder having to stand on her tippi toes to do so, barely able to reach you even as you leaned down to hear her. "You'd better call or I'm boardin' the nearest fly to San Francisco and takin' you back home."

You patted her on the back before pulling away, averting your eyes before you started bawling. "I will, Kimmy. I will."

As you and your mam boarded the plane, you shoved your fist into your mout to choke back a sob.

Sitting in your seat, the tearful goodbyes of your teammates echoed in your head. They hadn't wanted you to go, and you hadn't entirely wanted go either, torn between two sides, but you'd known this was the right decision. You'd stay with your mam, broadening your horizons and giving yourself more experience.

Staring out the window, you took in the landscape. The English landscape that you'd known your whole life, left behind as you started a new adventure in the United States.

As the plane took off, Leah's voice echoed in your head.

Once a gunner, always a gunner.

[toomanybrainrots]

hello everything is fine? I saw that orders are open!! I would like to know if you can write mtmte ultra megatron, rodimus and fort max headcanons with a cybertronian s/o who can create portals to other dimensions? (as if the reader were going to travel through the multiverses of Transformers Prime, G1, Bayverse, etc.).

Everything is fine, and this is the first request! It's been a while since I've read the IDW comics, so this may be ooc(especially for fort max cause this is the first time i'm actually writing him) but I can say I atleast tried. I'd like to not there's probably grammar mistakes due to me not being that fluent in english and because this has not been proofread.

Ultra Magnus, Megatron, Rodimus and Fortress Maximus with a Cybertronian!S/O who can travel to different universes

Ultra Magnus

Ultra Magnus found out about your ability by accident

When you had locked yourself in your habsuite, he thought nothing of it, thinking that you simply needed some alone time

You did, but not in the way he was thinking

So it definitely surprised him when a portal appeared in his own habsuite and it spat out you

You both held prolounged optic contact as he registered what just happened

You hadn't anticipated that the portal was going to spit you out into Magnus' habsuite, and now you were trying to think of ways on how to explain this...situation.

You stared at him. He stared back. This continued for what seemed like an eternity before you finally broke the silence

"...hi?"

Ultra Magnus was internally screaming in his processor, you could tell.

You both sat down, and talked like the civil bots you were(despite you both internally screaming) and you explained your ability.

He listened intently as you explained your ability, and he couldn't help but be a bit fascinated by it. After all, you can travel to different universes, and that alone is pretty groundbreaking. He didn't believe in alternate universes but now? You just proved him wrong.

After you finished, he started to ask questions. Could you only bring yourself whenever you travel to other dimensions? If not, is there a limit? Can you bring another from one universe to the next? He wanted to know the full details, to be fully prepared if anything happens.

You answered all of them, and furthee explained your ability in the process. He mentally took notes, listening intently.

After that, it became more and more normal to him whenever a portal opened up in his habsuite. Either you just got back from travelling to a universe, or you wanted to show him something from a universe. Either way, he was happy to indulge in you whenever he could.

However, in the back of his processor, there was a small feeling of worry. What if you didn't come back? What if you died? Would he feel it through the conjunx bond you shared? What if he couldn't?

But for now, he pushed those thoughts to the back of his processor, and listened to you explaining a plant that came from a universe you went to. To him, all that mattered was that you came back safe.

Megatron

Like Ultra Magnus, he also found out by accident

He knew you were hiding something, the signs were obvious to him. He didn't ask or demand you tell him though, as you'd probably tell him whenever you wanted to

It was purely a coincidence that he had walked into the engine room at the same time you were walking out a portal, having gone to another universe

Thankfully, no one was in the engine room at the time besides you and him. So, you didn't have to worry about anyone else finding out

Megatron, thinking he had been hallucinating and probably low on fuel at the time, started to slowly back out of the engine room after a long period of silence

When he walked into the engine room, he didn't think he'd see you coming out of a literal portal that lead to who knows where.

You looked at him. He looked back.

After a long period of silence, Megatron deemed it a good idea to get out of the engine room before the hallucinations worsen. He should probably get some fuel on the way too, clearly he's low on it.

"Hey, wait!" He heard you call out. Oh no, the hallucinations have worsen.

After convincing Megatron that you were not a hallucination caused by low fuel— you also scolded him for not fueling properly— you explained the situation

He listened intently, nodding along as you explained your ability. When you demonstrated it by olening a portal to another universe, he was surprised. He did see you come out of one, but he hadn't fully seen it up close

Never had he seen an ability like yours in his lifetime, and he almost felt like a fresh spark seeing the world for the first time. It was more than fascinating, and he would definitely ask questions later

He couldn't help but feel a pang of worry now that he knew about this. You had probably been doing this for some time, but he couldn't help but feel worried. What if you got hurt during one of your trips? What if another version of him hurt you?

Because of that, he often insisted he go with you whenever you go on a trip to another universe, insisting he protect you. You knew he was doing this cause he cared, but you could handle yourself, you've been doing this for vorns for pits sake!

After a long talk, he agreed to tone it down a bit. But he still insisted he go with you for a few trips. With an annoyed sigh, you agreed, knowing that he probably wouldn't stop until you said yes

He felt more at ease whenever he could join you in your trips to other universes, knowing he was there meant he could protect you. There was still some worry in the back of his processor, what if you got hurt when he wasn't there? He couldn't forgive himself if you did.

For now, he pushed those thoughts away, choosing to admire the way your expression was filled with awe as you looked at the universe you two were in.

Rodimus

Rodimus knew you were hiding something, and always bugged you about it, begging you tell him your little secret. You always refused, and that made him pout(of course, he'd never admit it outloud, but you could always see it)

That was, until he accidentally found out.

Rodimus had suddenly barged into your quarters, having gotten bored and wanting to spend time with you

Unbeknownst to him, you had just finished a trip to a universe, and had stumbled out the portal when he suddenly barged in.

You stumbled out of the portal when you heard someone coming into your quarters suddenly, falling midway walk

"Heeyyy, think you can—" Rodimus paused as he saw you, who had fallen over and still had your pede in the portal.

He had his intake hanging agape, while your processor was working overtime to try and explain this

"HOLY FR—" You tackled faster him than you've ever had

He exploded into questions, clearly confused and also very curious. It took a while for you to get him to shut up and sit still(not like he ever could)

He listened to you as you explained your ability. Really, he was kind of tuning it out— but he was still listening! It's just that he had so much questions crowding his processor. But also doubts and worries, what if you never came back? What if you just left and found a better version of him?

But once you demonstrated your ability, and explained you could bring someone along with you, oh that was enough for Rodimus to get distracted from those gloomy thoughts

He begged you to bring him along the next trip you went, you refused him each time. He always had a pout on his face whenever you refused, and you couldn't help but feel guilty

Because of that, you ended up surprising Rodimus by bringing him to another universe disguised as a normal date

The awe and excited filled expression on his face, the way his spoiler kept twitching and moving in excitement. Yeah, it was worth it.

That was, until Rodimus almost got himself into trouble while you were there.

Fortress Maximus

Fortress Maximus almost had a spark attack when he saw you coming through a. Primus. Damn. Portal.

He honestly thought he was hallucinating and that someone had spiked the energon he was drinking.

He was also very a tad bit alarmed

Fortress Maximus almost physically jumped as he saw a portal appear out of Primus knows where and you coming out of it.

Was he hallucinating? Did someone spike his energon??

However, when you walk up to him and touch his servo. He realises that no, this is not a hallucination and this was very real.

You're very worried when he starts to look like he's about to faint

He manages to stay calm when you're explaining your ability. Hwoever, onc you're finished he turns into a complete flurry of questions

Were you okay? How long had you been doing this? Had this been hurting you or straining your frame? Had you been getting hurt and he didn't even know it for so long?—

You stopped him before he could ask more, and reassuring him that. Yes, you were okay. You had been doing this a while. No, it didn't hurt you. And no, you hadn't been getting hurt behind his back.

He calmed down a bit when you reassured him but he was still very worried for you

Now, whenever you got back from a trip to another universe, he always worried over you like a mother hen. Checking you over for injuries, making sure you got proper rest after the trip, all sorts of stuff

It was annoying at first, but you got used to it. This was his way of saying he cared for you, so you didn't mind overtime, and you always reassured him that you were okay each and every time

[saytr]

Guess what i like more to draw/paint, a human or a beast?

[bretzkysbs]

[healing-is-cool]

Hi everyone!! I'm alive. I'm sorry for being the worst person ever and replying to your messages 3 months after :c I always get overwhelmed so easily by change and responsabilities, that when I finally have free time I just want to curl up in bed and hide from everything.

College has been really brutal these past few weeks, but all that work is so worth it, I can believe the semester is almost over.

I love you guys so much<3 Thank you so much for everything. I hope you are great and having an amazing November so far<333

[fitnessgeekandcoffeefreak]

Stick a fork in me. . . I am so done with this week. . .

[yuri-the-boxfox]

I redesigned April because I hated her previous design

No more wolf :(

Name: April

Age:17(aged her up a bit)

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: lesbian

Favorite color(s):red,green and blue

status: alive (she is no longer immortal because I thought making her immortal was cringe so she's just a normal mortal person now)

Eye color: black

I don't know what else to put lol

Peanut

[aouiaa]

Oh shit, you play fortnite too?

Me: yeah…something like that.

[wannaeatramyeon]

DG x Reader: Cinema

What is this? More DG fluff? Requested and written for 🐇anon as consolation.

DG pulls his cap lower, trying to obscure himself as much as possible. Even with most of his face covered, you couldn't miss flashes of his iconic pink hair. The rows of girls behind him certainly didn't, their tittering and whispering slowly driving him insane.

"Y/N," he groans, "Do we really need to be here?"

You chomp happily on some popcorn, offering some to DG. He declines.

"Oh c'mon, you know I really wanted to see your first acting gig!"

"I offered to take you to the premiere," he gives you a scowl, "or I could have gotten you a screening copy... It's so embarassing being here at my own film."

Even so, his eyes glance around at the full theatre, ego a little soothed thinking about his box office pull.

News had already circulated about DG being off the market, but you weren't quite sure if you were ready to see yourself being plastered in tabloids or his legion of fans potentially sending you death threats.

"If they want to continue seeing me, they will behave," he had tried to assure you. It was sweet. Him implying he would give up his k-pop persona for you if you wanted.

But what possessed you to want to see this during opening week, he didn't know. And when you pleaded with him, complaining how busy he's been lately, how you haven't spent any time together - how could he say no? DG has always been weak for you, not that he would ever admit it.

Really though. This might be a step too far. The media will have a field day about the narcissistic idol who went to stare at his own face for a couple hours.

"Y/N. Next time-"

"Shh! It's starting," you flap your hand in his direction to shush him as the lights dim.

"Hmph," Honestly, you had forced his hand. What could he do?

DG sighs and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as you snuggle up to him. How could he say no to this indeed.

[set-wingedwarrior]

Wait a minute.

Is that...

yes, it is!

I KNEW IT LOOKED TOO FAMILIAR!

Now, let me just check on last thing real quick...

yep, everything checks

[ateriblewriter]

Seven Stages

A/N: this is written differently. Please bear with me.

warnings: mentions of alcohol and consequences of drinking too much.

There are seven levels of alcohol intoxication. They are as follows:

1. Sobriety. That one should be self explanatory. You are sober. Your group decides a to have a little. A little party. It’s all fun and games. Sure you drink something but you don’t really feel anything or exhibit any signs of being intoxicated, but something is starting to build. 

2. Euphoria. During this stage you start to feel really good about yourself. As the drinks start flowing your confidence, talkativeness, and sociality begin to increase. You need to start being careful though. At this point although it maybe fun, your words will start to sound a little funny, your memory of future events will be fuzzy, you will most likely come away with bruises you have no knowledge of getting. 

3. Excitement. It should glaringly evident to everyone around that you are drunk, but due to that fact that they are all highly drunk as well it will go unnoticed. What they do notice is your large mood swings from happy to mean to sad all within a matter moments. You somehow obtain even more bruises now. You can't form words and you vision is blurry. You are starting to get sick. You need something to drink and are met with more shot which you gladly down without any hesitancy. Liquid is liquid right?

4. Confusion. You have officially blacked out. You will not remember anything after this point tomorrow. You're confused why some told you no more. You disregard them anyways by stealing the bottle sitting on the edge of the counter. Your pain tolerance is out of this world and your auto pilot switch has been turned on, making you feel like an unstoppable force.

5. Stupor. You are a zombie like creature, unable to walk, or breathe. The uncontrollable vomiting burns your throat, eventually you start to choke on the stuff coming up. Your irregular heart beat and seizure will lead to some unconciousness.

Please also note that at this stage you will need medical attention, you are close to the final stages there may be life threatening consequences that will not only affect you.

6. Coma. Everyone thinks you're just in a deep sleep because no amount of stimuli will wake you. Someone has the decency to bring you up to your room where you can sleep in off and be fine the next day. In their drunken stupor they are sorely mistaken.

7. Death. This one like sobriety is pretty self explanatory. You stop breathing, your heart stops beating and your lips may turn a cool blue color. This is the end of the line for you.

~

Quinn was supposed to be in charge. He was burdened with being the oldest person in home at the time of the incident. He was probably going to be taking the brunt of the blame for what happened to her. There was an underage kid in a house filled with booze and a dead person. He should have known better. 

Jack invited her. She was his friend first back in New Jersey. He had invited her for the summer with the intention of getting to know her than he already and maybe starting something with her. Out of everyone he felt the most guilty. If it weren’t for him she would have never been there.

Cole wasn’t even supposed to be there. He just happened to be passing through and figured it would fun to catch up with his friends. He like many of the others didn’t know his new friend but he was still there and felt like maybe he could have done more.

Trevor kept giving her drinks. He bought most of the stuff they consumed that night. He was the one playing bartender creating colorful drinks and shots that would have destroyed anyones liver at first glance, but she enjoyed them so he kept them going. Behind Jack he fully believed it he was the one most at fault.

Matt tried to get her to stop drinking earlier in that night. Even in his own drunken state he could tell it was getting out of control for her, and tried to tell her no more. He didn't see when she went behind his back and swiped another bottle of something blue full of liquor.

Alex was the who eventually brought her bed and covered her with a blanket when he felt she was a bit cool to the touch. He didn't really think anything of it. They were all highly intoxicated and needed sleep. She, like everyone else, would be fine in the morning. Well not fine, the hangover were going be killer, literally.

Luke found her. He was worried when it was well past the middle of the day and she wasn’t up yet. Grabbing a glass of water and a little something to eat he trudged into her room. He found her looking so peaceful. Unbeknownst to him, she hadn't moved an inch from where Alex had placed her the night before.

~

"Y/N it's time to get up." Luke placed the food on the bedside table next to her bed. She looked so calm and restful, as though she had been as sleep for a thousand years. He wondered how exactly she did that. He'd have to get her secrets later.

"Hey, Y/N." He placed a hand on her shoulder giving it a little shake. No response. He grabbed ahold of her face thinking she’d surely stir from the contact. Nothing. She looked so still so quiet. almost as if she were- oh no.

He needed to get anyone of the people older than him that occupied the home, most likely Quinn. Yeah he would know what to do.

But Luke couldn’t move, as though he were tethered in place. Panic coursed through his body. She is dead. No pulse. No anything.

“Luke?” Another figured entered the room, he could have probably figured out who it was by the voice but he wasn’t paying attention.

“She’s gone.” He whispered so quietly to Trevor, the other person who had moments before entered the room couldn’t understand what he was saying. He did get the sense that whatever the nineteen year old had said was most likely about Y/N.

Taking steps forward Trevor did the same thing Luke had tried minutes earlier to wake her. Finding the same success that Luke had. His heart started sinking when he searched y/n’s wrist for a pulse.

“Fuck.” Trevor ran out of the room and down the stairs to where the other were lounging around planning the events of the next night.

“Y/N. It’s Y/N.” Trevor gasped for air.

“What about her?” Jack jumped up, worry etched on his face.

“She’s she’s” Trevor had gotten out all the words he intended to before Jack made a mad dash up to her room. Seeing Luke the way he was Jack came to his own conclusion that he was never going to see her again.

“She’s what. Spit it out Z.” The others got to their ready to follow in the middle Hughes brother tracks. But they waited, wanting to her what their friend had to say first.

“Y/N’s dead.” Trevor eventually got out. “At least I think she is. I”

“What do you mean by ‘I think she is?’” Matt questioned, he reached for his phone s sharing a quick look with Quinn. A scream was heard from upstairs, presumably from Jack’s lips, sent almost everyone running.

Matt stayed behind with Alex. He was going to make the important call. If by a chance Y/N wasn’t gone she was going to need help.

~

“Alright boys, we’re going to need to talk with each of you individually. Now as of right now no one is in trouble. Y/f/N Y/L/N’s death was an accident. But we do need to know what happened. So whose going to start?” The detective asked the group. No one wanted to go, but Trevor offered to go first.

“So we’re all in agreement that this isn’t our fault?” Quinn looked at the group of hockey players surrounding him, Cole was the only one to nod. Everyone else felt some sort of guilt. They had been there they should have done something more.

“They’re going to find someone to blame.” Luke finally broke his silence that he had been holding for awhile now. “We were all here we are all getting in trouble for this.”

“We’re never going to play in the show again are we?” Cole piped up, sounding quite insensitive at the moment. “They aren’t going to want us anymore.”

“Seriously? That’s all you care about right now? Y/N is dead. We are most likely going to jail. Who fucking cares about hockey now. It’s not important anymore.” A few tears escaped Jacks eyes. 

He was right. People were going to get in trouble for this. Someone had to be at fault. But who was innocent and who was to blame?

[burby2007]

So yeah I made some peeps that are cool and some I would consister me there friend

Anyways An evil wizard turned use all into cats si where kinda fucked rn but hey I can at least act like a cat meow

@staysi-seven @11artvitoria @thecrews-shenanigans @bonniethewolpertinger @the-diwi @kai-loves-mochaaaaa @wavevals @doodle-doodie-doo @mazonsk4t @mars22743 @valiantwombatcrown @avawwefan rest dont have tumblr :(

[rivenharlow]

what have I done to this poor saiyan man?

I'd like to note i got literally 48 minutes of sleep last night. I'm beyond exhausted.

[johankasas]

The DLC is going well so far

[the-barbgurl]

All day sucker…

Seriously… Barb can do it all day long..

[nocountryforiguanodon]

Ok, I clearly have a problem of not knowing what weekday it is, ever. I need to learn how to schedule posts for the future if I want to stop missing every single Woodward Wednesday. This is getting embarrassing. Have some Alice B. Woodward Diplodocuses (Diplodoci?) as a consolation for now, on this... uh, Woodward Friday.

Is it just me or do they have duck heads? This has to be the only time I've seen diplodocids with that particular nostril configuration. A misidentification of the antorbital fenestra (skull opening in front of the orbit, as seen in the photo below) perhaps?