#well that was fun 💨

[azuneekun]

i still dont know what artstyle i prefer to use but here's juniper and march 👉👈✨

[p0rk-guts]

Ah yes I love finding frankie

[misqnon]

HELLO TRANSFORMERS FANDOM i’ve been craving the motivation to make more transformers drawings so I thought why not make a prompt list of my own!!

introducing ~transformuary~, a daily prompt list that runs the entire month of february. only 28 drawings to do, phew 💨 (though feel free to use for writing or anything else as well!)

like I said, I made this for my own personal use (and the prompts are a bit biased because of that) but I thought I might as well share if others would like to participate! feel free to do as many or as little as you like and make adjustments at will (especially slot #27. I expect many to skip or change it HAHA) this is for fun!

here’s the full prompt list:

Favorite Autobot

2nd in Command

Favorite Female Bot

Science

Beastformer

Transformers One

Character of Choice

Alt Mode

Transformers Prime

Favorite Decepticon

Cross Faction

More Than Meets the Eye

Amica Endura

Conjunx Endura

OC Slot

Medic

Empurata

Favorite Continuity/Series

Combiner

Leader

Tragedy

Earthspark

Seeker(s)

Humans/Holoforms

Character of Choice

Minibot

Bayverse

Free Space!

I’ll be tagging all posts as #transformuary . go forth and create! (or don’t! I’ll do it either way…)

[enwoso]

lovie seeing katie’s new ad and making fun of her every time she’s around😂 she’ll run past and yells out

“neowwww🏎️”

“woosh 💨”

“vroom🚝”

“zing🛎️”

noise box | alessia russo x child!reader

lil something something, trying to find my mojo for writing again🙃

grumpy masterlist

“katie, katie!” you called out as the irish girl walked along the training pitch, her water bottle in her hand. a sweet smile appearing when she looked towards you who was stood at the side calling her name, flaying your arms around.

“tiny! you okay?” she asks as she gets a little bit closer as you nod your head a little dramatically. the rest of the girls packing up, training being finished for the day.

“i see your ad- avert-“ you began but getting yourself in a muddle trying to say the word, katie keeping her patience as she tried to prompt you into the word.

“advert?” katie tried as you nodded, “yep that one!”

“did you now?” katie laughed a little as you began to imitate the noise effects that katie had made in the mini advert for adidas.

“neowwww” you giggled as you ran around katie in circles your arms kept in by your side before changing your noise effect to the next one, “wooooshhh” you called out loudly this time your arms going out a bit like a plane as katie just laughed, it was actually quite cute.

alessia hearing your giggles came to inspect what was the cause, seeing katie stood still as you ran circles around the irish girl. alessia wanting to also make sure you weren’t being annoying.

“lovie, your not being little monkey are you?” you heard your mummy’s voice as you stopped in your tracks, a little mischievous smile appearing in your face as you shook your head.

alessia’s eyes moving to look at katie who shook her head, “no she’s just copying my noises from my advert”

an understanding nod came over your mummy as she giggled a little, knowing that some of the girls on the team had taken the mick out of katie for those sounds. it being a little comical that now you were doing the same.

“well come on lovie, let katie finish her cool down” alessia held out her hand for you to come and hold but not before you rushed past katie, “ziiingg!”

a small chuckle came from katie as well as alessia as you ran in front of the two, most likely trying to catch up with some of the other girls in front. it being very easy to hear the noises you were making as you ran ahead.

“i’m never going to escape that am i?” katie looked to alessia as they then both looked to you still running around making the noises. a small shake of the head coming from alessia as she popped her lip.

“nope i don’t think you are mac- you’ve got your own little noise box now” alessia smirked as she nudged katie.

[yokumirumerafan]

💞✨️HIII💞✨️

That ds reaction for y/n stealin their trinkets to remember em was real cute👁👄👁🌺✨️💞💕

Could you do opposite one? What trinkets would demon slayer characters swindle and what would their overall attitude would be to it? Love ur stuff AAA HAVE A NICE DAYYY✨️💞💗💕💓💗💕

🏮 DEMON SLAYER MEN STEALING Y/N'S TRINKETS 🏮

Hey! I honestly might be too old lol cuz I don't remember making a post like that but here's what you requested <33

"Because love isn’t just about words—it’s about shamelessly stealing your belongings and pretending it never happened. 💖" - Merafan

🔥 HASHIRA EDITION 🔥

🔥 Rengoku Kyojuro – Hair Accessories Enthusiast

100% steals your hair ties, ribbons, or cute hairpins. If you own it, it will mysteriously vanish. And when you ask him? He’s all wide-eyed innocence. "A hairpin? No idea where it went!" (It’s literally in his uniform pocket.)

🌊 Tomioka Giyuu – Sentimental Softie

Steals your scarf or anything soft and comforting. He doesn’t even try to hide it. If you catch him, he just stares at you while gripping it like it’s his last lifeline. "It smells like you." (SIR???) Also, expect him to sew a piece of your haori into his own. 😭💙

💨 Shinazugawa Sanemi – Snack Bandit

Steals your food. Has zero shame about it and will gaslight you if confronted. "Well, you should’ve eaten it faster." BRO. YOU JUST TOOK IT RIGHT OUT OF MY HAND. 😭 Also, he steals everything that’s not rightly placed. Pens? Gone. Feathers? Gone. He'd probably even take chewed-up gum if he saw you spit it out. 💀

☁️ Tokito Muichiro – Absentminded Hoarder

Takes the most random objects. A button? A leaf you once touched? A literal rock? It’s his now. Doesn’t even realize he’s stealing. "Huh? Oh… cool." (Sir, that’s my pen.)

🎭 Uzui Tengen – The Luxury Thief

Steals your jewelry, perfume, and makeup—AND FLAUNTS IT. "This shade looks stunning on me, don’t you think?" 💅 (Also, fun fact: he’s the one who bought it for you.)

💖 Kanroji Mitsuri – The Matching Queen

Doesn’t really steal—instead, she asks you for stuff and then never gives it back. "Can we wear matching socks?!" or straight-up buys matching outfits just to match with you. 💗

🦋 Kocho Shinobu – Hair Clip Thief

If you have cute hair clips? Gone. You wear a new butterfly accessory? Stolen immediately. "Oh, this? I thought you left it for me!" (Ma’am, I just bought that yesterday.)

🗿 Himejima Gyomei – Sentimental Collector

If you make bracelets, necklaces, or anything handmade, he treasures them. Steals them with pure intentions, though. "You put your heart into this creation… It deserves to be cherished." 😭💖

🐍 Iguro Obanai – Weapon Hoarder

Steals your actual weapons. Your katana? Gone. Your knives? Gone. When confronted, he just shrugs. "I couldn’t find mine." (Bro, you have five katanas.) Returns it just so you can use it before he steals it again.

👹 UPPER MOONS & MUZAN EDITION 👹

👑 Muzan Kibutsuji – The Scent Thief

Somehow, he steals your scent. You wear perfume? Suddenly, he smells exactly like you. "Coincidence." (IT’S NOT.)

🎭 Douma – The Makeup Artist

Steals your lipstick. AND USES IT. "Look! Now we match!" 💄💖 Or worse—he steals your entire makeup bag and straight-up cosplays you. 😭

🥊 Akaza – Protective Gremlin

Steals your hand wraps, gloves, or anything combat-related. Then acts smug about it. "You don’t need these, weakling. I’ll keep them safe." (Sir, that’s my favorite pair???) Secretly treasures them like a lovesick puppy.

🔥 Kokushibo – Hairbrush Menace

Steals your brush. Doesn’t even tell you. Just sits in his room, brushing his long ass hair with your brush. Then has the audacity to return it… without cleaning it. 💀

💥 MAIN THREE & GENYA EDITION 💥

🍃 Tanjiro Kamado – The Charm Collector

Steals your earrings, lucky charms, or anything sentimental. "It’s for good luck! 😊" (He’s keeping it forever.) Also, he loves when you make matching bracelets for him. Don’t be surprised if he steals your bobby pins. "They help hold my hair up for training!" (No, you just like having a piece of Y/N with you, Tanjiro.)

⚡ Zenitsu Agatsuma – Pillow & Blanket Thief

Steals your pillow or blanket and refuses to sleep without it. "I CAN’T SLEEP WITHOUT IT, Y/N!!!" (Baby behavior.) Pretends it’s you when you’re not around. "IT’S FOR WHEN YOU’RE GONE!" "Zen, it’s literally a tiny pillow." "IT’S YOU!!!!"

🐗 Inosuke Hashibira – Shoe Snatcher

Steals your shoes. No reason. No explanation. Just runs away with them. And when you take them back, he has the audacity to be offended. "EXCUSE ME? THOSE ARE MINE NOW."

🔫 Genya Shinazugawa – The Awkward Thief

Steals a piece of your uniform/clothing and turns bright red if you catch him. "SHUT UP, IT’S MINE NOW." And then he locks it away like a greedy little dragon hoarding treasure.

CONCLUSION:

They don’t need a reason. They don’t need an excuse. If you own it, it’s theirs now. Deal with it.

[calystralora]

“I see you’re quite mischievous as well!”

Escaping detention together 🏃‍♀️💨

I had this lil scenario for this academy au where Mantis got into trouble for using her power on a school staff cus she panicked while helping the guardians doing their own lil mischief and then she met Loki in the detention room, he convinced her that he got a better idea than to remain in the room

They still got detention on the next day anyway but at least they had fun playing as an escape artist o(-(

[asheanon]

A few more...

And I suppose today would be as good of a day as any to toss in some memes as well.~

(Yes, it will also contain WIPs and memes and spicy things I can't share here!)

I have no idea if this is of any interest to social media folks, but I've been getting into some journal/scrapbook shenanigans involving prints of the faves these past few months and thought "hey, that might be fun to share here too."

So, here's that. 📓 🤍

[mikibaby94]

READY? SET? GO!! 🏎️💨

I couldn’t resist, I saw them in their biker clothes and knew INSTANTLY on what I had to do. Unfortunately I didn’t have a screenshot showing off the front of their jackets… Well Luigi’s. So it’s a little inaccurate 😩

But I shall try again, these were fun to draw out! I adore these outfits sm!! I’m so excited for this despite how broke I am 😃

I’ll get the game first then console lmao

Close ups ✨👇

[edwardslvrr]

BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY 𐙚 c. leclerc pt2

charles leclerc x reader

the one where the world thinks YN is the reason why Charles and his ex broke up

taglist if you’d like to be added to my taglist, message me privately or comment on this post

warning this is all fake and just for fun, no hate to any of the people mentioned. Just a reminder that this is pure for entertainment xoxo

main masterlist 𐙚 charles masterlist 𐙚 previous part 𐙚 next part

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[iwrite-sinsandtragedies]

Day 7 — Reunion ₊˚✧ ﾟ

Submission for @olba-week-event

MC: Ai/Sky

Liz: Don't worry, Cove has been losing out to his own dad for years 😌✨ Cove: Hey...😅 Baxter: And now he must share her with me as well, what a pity. 😏💨 Cove: Guys! 😒 Pam: Careful you two, if you make Cove cry Ai is liable to withhold all cuddles for the rest of the visit!🤭 Cove/Lani: Pam! 😫😂 Baxter: Well, we can't have that. I don't think my heart could take it. Liz: [snickering] You coward. Baxter: 😌 I'm a weak man, I admit.

Look, Ai can't help it if she's a certified Daddy's Girl 😂 Clifford will always come first, even over her husbands! 🤣 /jkjk

Also, ngl, I cannot express to you how much I laughed while drawing this (frustrations about doing a seven person piece aside cough) There's something about the idea of Elizabeth and Baxter interacting that just tickles me in the best of ways 💖the class - the sass - they were just meant to be banter buddies and I love them dearly for it.

Also, forgive the inconsistencies in character design, I fucked up on this piece so many times that at some point I just said 'the hell with it' and started doing my own damn thing LOL - so they have slightly different clothing 🤷‍♂️it all worked out in the end (also, I am so tired of backgrounds oh my god, I could not force myself to do another one so you get a screenshot instead, sorry not sorry lmaoo).

Anyways! That's it for the OLBA Week for me! It was fun! I hope you all enjoyed my silly little scribbles and I'll see you next time! 👋🥰

[dilfsonic]

Fun fact, if you gave them a ship name it would just be SonicSpeed 🏃🏼💨

I miss their rivalry in the anime so much, I thought Sam was a really fun character. Being inspired by the anime gave me an excuse to lean into an anime/manga look as well which was fun to play with.

[subliminalghoest]

Hi again!!! I was the one who asked if you would be comfortable doing a 💨🍃 fic!

Here’s my idea if you’re ok with it:

So the reader (female) is a friend/ex team member and the team consider her a very close friend and whenever they finish a mission they have a tradition of going to the readers house and just distressing by watching movies or playing board games or something!

And they know that the reader is a stoner/🍃💨 and maybe this time the mission was really tough/stressful so maybe the ask the reader if they can 💨🍃 with her? (Maybe they don’t usually smoke with her but don’t mind her smoking around them) and then funny/fluffy shenanigans ensues!

Maybe all their stoic behaviour goes out the window and maybe they all end up in fits of giggles over stupid things (like accidentally dropping something) or one of the team members is all like ‘guys….have you ever noticed how walls actually have textures?’ 🤣

Just basically a crack fic Ngl but I feel like it could be a really cute and funny read!! If you’re comfortable with it ofc 💕💕

(Ngl I just really want to see the team become super goofy and just relax and have fun!)

I hope you don’t mind the small edits I made to this but this felt more my style—hope you like it!

—————————————————————————

The team had a difficult mission.

You’re curled up on your couch, lighter in hand and a spliff between your fingers, half-watching a movie and half-listening to the familiar sound of boots and groaning muscles as the team finally arrives.

Price walks in first, dropping his kit bag with a thunk, followed closely by Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, each looking a little more wrecked than usual. You know the mission must've been hell if even Ghost looks dishevelled.

“Rough one?” you ask, taking a slow drag and exhaling toward the window you had cracked open.

Soap flops onto the nearest beanbag like he’s just finished a marathon. “You’ve no bloody idea.”

Price nods towards your leg, “Rehab not going well?”

“What makes you ask that?” You raise your eyebrow at him.

His brows furrow, “Thought that stuff was for the pain?” He gestures to the spliff smoking between your fingers.

You grin, inhaling again. “I’m beginning to think it has far better uses than just pain management.”

Ghost eyes the blunt in your hand like he usually does—with detached amusement and mild judgment. “You’d think a former soldier would be more careful about dulling her reflexes.”

“I’m off-duty,” you reply sweetly, offering the blunt to him. “Want to join me this time? You all look like you could use it.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then Gaz huffs out a laugh. “Actually... maybe.”

Three heads turn to him, surprised.

“Mate, really?” Soap asks, grinning.

Gaz shrugs. “Look, I’m tired, I’m sore, I nearly got blown up twice today, and she always seems like she’s having the time of her life doing it. I just wanna feel my shoulders melt for once.”

Soap leans back, eyeing the blunt in your hand again. “Y’know what? I’m in. Been a while since I touched the stuff.”

Price lets out a long, suffering sigh. “Don’t drag me into this.”

“You’re already here, Cap,” you sing, holding it out to him like a peace offering.

Soap grins. “C’mon, mate. For the team. For the vibes.”

He stares at it for a beat, then mutters, “Bloody hell,” and plucks it from your fingers.

“Ok, if we’re doing this—you guys aren’t smoking it.” You stand, still slightly off balance with the new leg. Ghosts hand is an inch away from your back, he has a habit of always being there in case you need it.

“What?! But you just let Price smoke!” Gaz is giving you puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, hush, for starters he smokes cigs regularly so won’t spend the majority of the time choking on it and secondly, if you chill for just a second, I’ll explain that I have some special brownies in the cupboard that I think you’d prefer.” You raise your eyebrow at both Soap and Gaz who abruptly slump back into their seats like naughty schoolboys.

“I’ll help.” Ghost follows you into the kitchen, your head already in the cupboard wrestling out the brownie container.

You pull a second joint from behind your ear and you lean against the counter as you spark it up, watching Simon plate up the brownies. “You gonna join us tonight, Lt.?”

“Only if we’re watching Hot Fuzz again.”

You cackle, passing the joint to him and watching with a grin as he takes a long drag, blowing the smoke in your face as he passes you, going back into the living room with the brownies.

Once you’ve gathered a couple more snacks, aka all of the ones you had in the house, you join them—starting the movie and settling in.

Thirty Minutes Later...

Soap is laughing so hard he’s crying. He dropped a single tortilla chip on the floor and apparently it looks like… something. You’re not quite sure but giggle along anyway.

Gaz is lying on your rug staring at the ceiling. “Hey. Guys. Has anyone ever really looked at the ceiling? Like... everything in this room fits on it. Doesn’t seem big enough. It’s wild.”

“I think you just broke my brain.” Price is reclined in your armchair with a blanket over his legs like a pensioner and a bag of gummy bears in his lap. “I should be very concerned about this,” he mumbles, chewing slowly. “But also, these are the best gummy bears I’ve ever had in my life.”

Ghost hadn’t spoken in a while. He’s sitting cross-legged on the couch next to you, watching the TV with terrifying focus.

You lean toward him. “Everything alright?”

He nods, then, dead serious, says, “I’ve solved time travel.”

You choke on your drink. “I’m sorry—what?”

He turns to you, grinning like he’s slightly dazed, “Wait—what did I say?”

He looks adorably confused.

You blink.

Then the laughter takes over, and suddenly everyone is howling.

Soap falls off the bean bag. Gaz starts wheezing. Price just mutters something about the Queen’s army and dignity before breaking down with the rest of you.

Later, you’re all bundled up in pillows and spare blankets, surrounded by snack wrappers and empty cups. Cosy. The movie’s long over, old episodes of Takeshi’s Castle playing on mute. Your chill out playlist filling the silence. No one’s moved in half an hour.

“What does it feel like losing a leg?” Ghosts question takes you by surprise. You’d never really gone into the details of your injury, the team already feeling guilty about having been on the mission when you were injured.

“It’s strange—kind of like a tattoo I keep forgetting I have, or rather don’t have.” You chuckle slightly, “why’d you ask?”

“Can’t feel my leg.”

You giggle as you push him back on the sofa, subsequently releasing the leg he had tucked under himself, “You’re sat on it, dumbass”

He laughs with you as he settles back on the sofa, legs settling on top your yours as he gets comfortable.

Soap pipes up softly, almost dreamily: “We should do this after every mission.”

Ghost, of all people, nods solemnly. “Agreed.”

Price groans. “You’re all insufferable.”

You reach out from your cocoon of blankets to offer him another gummy bear. “You love us.”

He takes it, grumbling. But he doesn’t deny it.

[madebycloud]

Love to Keep Me Warm

tara carpenter x reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: you spend christmas with your girlfriend warnings/themes: baking (burned) cookies, dancing around the kitchen (cliche but… I WANTTT), watching holiday movies, kissing under the mistletoe, matching pjs & sweaters, cuddles, and… a little bit suggestive convo at the end i guess??? words: 1.2k

me posting another fic then dipping for month/s 🏃💨 —divider not mine

Hallelujah, it's almost Christmas! the TV announces as the snow falls outside your window.

In the living room, a towering christmas tree stands, adorned with twinkling lights and sparkly ornaments. The smell of baked cookies wafts through the air, but the aroma is not as appetizing as you'd hoped.

Tara, standing beside you, looks at the black-burned cookies with wide eyes. “I followed the instructions, but these cookies are ruined! I waited 12 minutes for this?! It says 12 minutes!”

You sigh, knowing your girlfriend's cooking skills all too well.

“We tried, didn't we?” she mumbles, still staring at the burnt cookies.

With a smile, you say, “Let's give it another shot,” taking the pan and dumping the burnt cookies into the trash, ready to give it another shot. “Who knows, maybe a second time's the charm?” You pulled a new mixing bowl out of the cabinet and grabbed ingredients to start over.

“I don't understand why this keeps happening,” she says with a laugh. “I swear, I've never made a good batch of cookies in my life.”

“Well, you know what they say—the best cookies are the ones that come out of the oven, burnt to a crisp,” you joke, trying to cheer her up.

“Ha ha, very funny,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “But what do you think went wrong this time?” 

“I'm thinking we might need to switch up the oven temperature,” you say, turning down the thermostat. “A lower temperature could be the key to perfect cookies.”

She nods in agreement, and the two of you continue working together on the cookie madness, having a laugh and chatting it up while mixing, rolling, baking, and waiting for the cookies to finish.

“Hold up a minute,” you say, grabbing your phone. You browse your spotify christmas playlist for the perfect tune. “Christmas simply wouldn't be complete without these Christmas bangers.” You placed your phone on the counter.

You dance around the kitchen in matching pajamas and your matching ugly christmas sweaters, giggling and singing along to the christmas playlist. You dip her and spin her around, making her laugh hysterically. You both twirl and prance, bumping into each other like two drunken elves at a company party.

You're having so much fun that you completely forgot about the cookies until the timer went off. The two of you rushed to the oven, excited to see how the cookies turned out. When you opened the oven, you were delighted to see perfectly golden-brown cookies. They smell heavenly, and you can't wait to taste them.

“Ahhhh, this is the best Christmas ever!" Tara exclaims, picking up the first cookie and taking a bite out of it. “I think Santa is going to love these cookies,” she giggles.

“They're perfect.” You take another bite, licking the chocolate chips off your finger with a satisfied smirk. She gives you a small kiss on the cheek and then takes another bite of her cookie.

“Oh, we have to decorate these.” She grabs a green frosting tube and squirts it recklessly onto the first cookie.

You laugh and join in, squirting red, yellow, blue, and other colors onto the cookies until they are covered head to toe in messy frosting. 

“We need to add sprinkles!” Together, you run to the cupboard and rifle through the bags of sprinkles, trying to find the perfect ones.

After a few minutes of frantic searching, you come up with a variety of glittery, sparkly, and edible colors that you toss all over the cookies. 

“Voila!” Tara says, holding up a cookie for you to see. 

“These are the most horrible, beautiful christmas cookies ever.” you say as you examine the colorful, messy, and probably delicious masterpiece.

“You know what would make this even better? Some hot chocolate,” she says, grabbing a pot.

You both grab a mug and fill it up with hot chocolate. The steam rises from the cups, and the fragrance of chocolate fills the air.

“To another year of cookie disasters,” Tara says, raising her mug.

“To cookie disasters,” you reply, clinking mugs.

—

At last, you two finished cleaning the kitchen. The counters are empty, the dishes are washed and dried, and the oven is turned off. 

“Looks like everything was a success,” Tara says, admiring the clean kitchen.

You pick up the cookies and hot chocolate, inviting her to join you on the plush couch.

You sit on the couch with blankets wrapped around you, hot chocolate in hand, and cookies on the coffee table.

“Let's see what we have on Christmas eve.” She reached for the remote and flipped through the channels, eventually finding a holiday movie to watch.

Snuggled under the blanket, you sip your hot chocolate and eat your cookies. The movie is heartwarming, and you both feel your stress melt away.

“You know, I've always wanted to spend Christmas like this,” she says, leaning her head against your shoulder.

You smile and wrap your arm around her, pulling her close to you. “Yeah, me too,” you say, kissing her on the forehead.

You glance at her, trying to hide the shy smile on your face. 

She quirks her eyebrow at you, her full lips curving into a playful smile. “What?” Her hand sliding onto your arm and pulling you closer. “Are you admiring the scenery?” 

You quickly stand up, pretending to check something in the kitchen. You can feel Tara's eyes on you, waiting to see what you're up to. 

When you return, you're holding something behind your back that Tara can't quite identify. You sit next to her and reach behind her head, placing something on top of both of your heads. A mistletoe.

“You really know how to surprise me.”

She leans in, placing her finger on your jaw and pulling you closer until your lips meet hers. The warm, sweet taste of a mix of chocolate and marshmallows fills your mouth.

With your free hand, you reach behind her head, pulling her closer to you. She wraps her arms around your neck, bringing you even closer.

Your noses touch as your lips stay locked together, and the warmth of each other's breath sends shivers down your spine.

Tara pulls away, breathless and flushed. You both sit there, stunned, savoring the moment and the feeling of being so close to each other.

Finally, she breaks the silence. “You know what would make this evening even better?” She asks you with a sly grin.

“What? Are you hungry for more already?” you respond with a laugh.

She stands up and walks to the entrance of the bedroom. Reaching the doorway, she looks back at you, arching an eyebrow as if she's daring you to follow her.

Before you know it, you're following her into the bedroom. The door closes with a soft click, shutting out the rest of the world.

But you're greeted by the unexpected sight of Tara peacefully sleeping in bed. You can't help but let out a disappointed sigh.

She sees you standing over her then gives you a mischievous grin. “What? Were you expecting something?”

You shake your head. “No, no, I just thought…”

“Thought what?”

“I thought we were going to…” you begin to say before trailing off. 

“Oh, you thought wrong,” Tara says, throwing back the covers and inviting you to join her.

She opens her arms wide and smiles at you, inviting you to cuddle up with her. 

“But you know what?” you say, burying yourself in the crook of her neck. “I think I prefer this.”

tara:

dsajhdahda anyways... (advance) merry christmas! <3

[tanzabee]

you’re all gonna die 🤯 the worlds gonna end😵 you’ll be pleading for mercyyy😔 you’ll be bleeding and burning 🔥 up🙁 you’re all gonna die 💀 and your grandma 👵will die in her bed!🛌 everything living 🌹 will cease to be living 🥀 instᵉᵃd!! 😢But first it’s a 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵🤩 it’s 𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵🌌 we’ve all been 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 😵‍💫 we’re so 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 ough 🤡sorry!😿 you’re in for a musical: for it just begaaaan😎 it’s like Armageddon 💥 had a child 👶 by the music maaaan 🫃your wife and your kids 🗣️ they’re not feeling well 🤢 because theyre ✋ melted in puddles 🫠 on the ground 🤯burnt bits of baby strewn around 🚼 the worlds gonna end 🍃 definitely you will die!🪦 watch as your life 👼 flashes before your eyes 👀 we’ll still be singing 🎵 and dancing 💃 and having a ball ⚽️ we’ve got drama 🎭 and tension 😬 and asteroids 😍 emotion 😯 adventure 🤠 we’ve got it 𝓐𝓛𝓛👻 and you can watch it every single night 🌕 because it’s a musical 🎤 on your computer screeeen…💻 it’s time to begin let’s cut to the titular sceneeeee!!! 😹 MR PRESIDENT🗣️ there is an asteroid headed DIRECTLY…. for the earth 😱😱😱😱😱 at the club!💃 beautiful women who don’t have a daaaate 😳 hello😏 at the club!💃 their standards get lower the longer you waiiittt 😬 hello again😏 music is blaring 📢 so no conversation 😶 passion is flaring 💗 without hesitation 😮 pressed up so close there’s a general genital rubbbb 😍 at the club!!!💃💃💃💃😶 sighing 😮‍💨 staring 👁️👁️ lately I have stopped caring! 🛑 I’m stuck in a rut 😕 waiting for something to come 😔 don’t wanna bore you 🥺 feeling sappy 🌳 but I find it hard to be happy!! 😁 I’m not out having fun 🏃‍♂️ I’m waiting for something 😣 to come 😨 best case scenario 😢 my job is totally pointless 😑 I’ve spent my life looking 👀 up ⬆️ there’s nothing to see 🙁 nothing to seeeeeee🧍‍♂️worst case scenario 😢 some giant death rock 🪨 is flying through space 👽 to destroy Us! 😱 either way🙏 it’s not a good outlook for meeeee 😩 so I’m getting listless 🙋‍♂️ with the skylife 😳 something’s missing from my life! 🧢 my hearts going numb 💔 waiting for something to c🛵💥🛵💥🛵 oh my gosh are you okay??? 😨 actually yeah I think I am😍➡️👔🔵 uh ok🛵💨 ,😮😲😮😮‍💨😲😮 (whistling solo) 😮😲😲😮‍💨 something is coming 😀 I maintain 😝 all of this waiting🥳’s not in vain😌 I’ll keep on waiting 🥲 till something comes 🥸 or maybe I’m waiting for some one 🙂 maybe I’m waiting for some one🙂 maybe I’m waiting for some one 🙂 sorry 😞😞😞😞 at the club🤫 I bought you a drink 🥃 but you gave it away 😭 at the club🤫 you laughed in my face 🤣 said you thought I was gay🏳️‍🌈!! 😭 no booty tapping 👆 no make out sesh 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 nobody wants to be rubbing rajesh 🥺 even my sister jayanthi 🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒 gave me a snubbb😩 surprise it’s 𝓾𝓼 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷!!! 🤩 what the fuck!😱 those people from 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮💃 surprise!! 😎we’re here to say goodbye 👋 and sing 🎤 to you 🫵once more 😜 hello 😏 we hope that you enjoyed part 1 we truly 𝓭𝓸🫀but if you didn’t🤨 you’re gonna really hate 😡 part 2! 🌈🏝️ at the club!! 💃💃💃💃

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

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a/n part nine! Sorry, for the wait y'all, life is a bit all over the place and my shoulder is killing me. But please do enjoy!💨✨ Once again thank you so much for all the love. ✨🤍🫧

warning: kids, past trauma, blood, mention of puking, wounds, Illyrian camps.

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Azriel had no idea why this was the first thought that struck him after his knees bucked for the very first time. Time. Time and how much he hated it now. How greedy he was for a chance at getting more. Somewhere deep within, he had a feeling that you two were timeless. You had to be. You lingered around him. Azriel felt you even when you weren't around. As if his senses had been affected by your presence that much. Then came the emotions. Your emotions. He felt it through himself. But all that time, he pushed the thought of it away. Because it couldn't be. There was no way, and Azriel couldn't open up his heart one more time. Could face the weakness.

The spymaster knew it after the kiss. It struck him so fast and deep that his lungs had forgotten how to welcome the air. He had searched your features after. With the hope of catching a glimpse of the same knowledge. The realization. But there was nothing there. The bond that snapped for Azriel didn't snap into place for you. When you two walked into his mother's house hand in hand, he wondered why there was no dread in his chest. Why wasn't he scared or nervous about the fact that you had no idea? But the spymaster found the answer fairly quickly. You were his, in your own way. Not how most mates were, but you two were heading there slowly. Other things were clouding your mind. The new place. The fact that the kids had to face a whole different world now. So much worry, so much stress. No wonder something so delicate would slip your senses.

So Azriel had opted to hold you for the night. Make you smile while he spun Zofie around. "Higher", she screeched, her cheeks pink from the laughter. Axel stepped up to pull at your hands as well. Spinning long into the night. And then the two little ones had fallen asleep while Cordelia was telling everyone a story about how Azriel had nearly burned the house down while trying to bake cookies for the very first time. Azrie had carried them both upstairs to his bedroom. Carefully cradling them against his chest. Tucked them in before he turned to go downstairs, only to find you leaning against the doorframe. The glow in your eyes was enough to make Azriel light up with happiness himself.

"They had fun", you muttered, right as a yawn slid past your lips. "They are out cold", Azriel had laughed, his eyes darting to the sprawled-out children. "Did you have fun?", however the spymaster's attention was almost immediately back on you. You stepped closer, lowering yourself to his lap. It had felt so natural and right. Azriel's hand slipped to cradle your lower back. You only hummed in response, brushing your fingers over his lips softly before leaning in to kiss him once more. Oh, how Azriel felt as if he was on fire from the amount of emotion bubbling within him.

Odd as it was, he even went as far as thinking that this could be his forever. That he wouldn't have to face his cold and empty apartment ever again. Every time he would come home, there would be laughter. Little feet running around. He would never have to know how cold and suffocating a night could be. Wouldn't have to drown in darkness. "Can I hold you?", he had asked, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. Daring to go as far as to kiss your collarbones ever so slightly. He felt the laughter rippling through you even before he heard it, "You are holding me, silly". Azriel snicked himself before he lifted his gaze. "Through the night", he specified. Something completely different chimed in your eyes. There was that heartbeat that you took to make up your mind. Even if Azriel was sure that he knew the answer, "Yeah, yeah, you can", you muttered quietly, and so he did. Holding you as close as he could without making it weird between the two of you. All he could feel was you. The way you felt pressed against his chest. He just held you. Running his fingers slowly through your hair. He held you until his mind finally stopped rushing.

The sounds that left Azriel as he tore through the group of males were out of this world. His mind swirling with the memories you two shared. Gone was his rational thinking. The need to keep at least one of them alive for later use. Those thoughts were so long gone. So overthrown by the intensity of losing you, all Azriel could think and do was eliminate anything and everything that might cause you any more harm. His shadows worked almost on their own as they crawled all around the males, seeping deeper within them and making them choke on the darkness. Their veins turning black. Azriel moved in ways he had never moved before. Crossing the distance between you two in heartbeats.

The crimson that painted your hands and chest made Azriel's stomach twirl. Then his arms were on you. Holding you up. He was torn between clasping his hand over your throat and your hands. The fuckers only nicked the delicate skin on your neck, thankfully. Azriel had eaten through their souls before they could do any mire harm. He watched your frightened eyes before his sanity clicked back into place.

"Slow your heartbeat", Azriel's broad frame covered the bodies left behind him. "Azriel", you mumbled his name so quietly. As if it was the only thing left on your mind. He wasn't sure if you were horrified by him or if your pale skin was mainly caused by the blood loss alone. "Y/N, slow it down", each word seeped through the spymaster's gritted teeth. You trembled in his grip. Your vision slowly growing blurry. The coldness of the wind made you sway. You tried to plunge back into your inner self. Tried. Only to be met with a steel wall. The venom. Whatever was twirling in your bloodstream now was blocking your powers. "I can't", you whined. The only thing you could focus on now was the steady stream of blood dripping from your wrist. Azriel cupped your face between his hands. He felt that initial flinch coming from you, making him grumble deeply. "Focus on me", Azriel muttered, reaching to pour the strength and adrenaline he felt through the barely simmering bond. Your eyes flickered immediately. You swallowed the first two gulps of air greedily. Azriel felt it rather than saw it. The way the thudding of your heart grew deeper. You watched him through it all. "Good job, sweetheart. Now hold on, okay, hold on for me", you let out a sigh at the spymaster's words. Blinking once. Twice. Before your own body got too heavy. Azriel was quick to catch you. Wrapping you up in his embrace, he winnowed you to the only place and person he could think of at the given moment.

Scorching pain pulled you out of your slumber. Ripping you out of the dull thudding of your heart. You jerked up, trying to sit up, right as the most painful sob echoed. For a moment, you weren't even sure if it was you who was screaming. Just the pressure of hands on your shoulders quickly pulled you down. The hands felt like fire. Whatever was touching you was hotter than the flames of death. You tried to move from beneath it. Get away from the suffocating pain.

"Keep her still for me, boy", a female's voice rang around you. From where you couldn't tell, there was too much fuzziness all around you. You felt something sharp twisting in your palm, making you roar in response. As you tried to pull your body away, shrink into yourself. "Bloody hell, where is she getting her strength from", a male's voice filled the room. Male. Males. Panic ripped through you. Had they gotten to you? But Azriel was there? Or was he? Was it just your imagination? You tried to withdraw from the grip unknown hands seemed to have on you.

You wanted to tell them to let you go. You didn't know anything. What you did that night was pure self-defense. You had to. But all you could do was shriek. Drown in pain. Until a blanket of coldness was drawn over you, "You're safe", the voice called right in your ear now. You trembled. "Madja needs to pull the iron out of your palms, love", a cold hand ran over your forehead. Love. Azriel. You tried to blink. Rip your eyelids apart but to no avail. Then there stood a moment of silence before Azriel spoke again, "Open that side of the bond that you called to me from", back was the soldierly tone. A man who knew rules and regulations "Direct all the pain you feel to it; I'll take what I can from you", you wanted to protest. You had to. You didn't want him to feel your pain, but the moment the scorching misery shot through you, subconsciously you grasped the bond with both hands as you roared into it. Azriel only gritted his jaw harder. He knew what he felt was only a fraction of the pain that you felt, but that alone made his knees buck.

"Do it faster", the spymaster barked out, snarling at the healer, who was already moving quicker than he had ever seen her before. Cassian grumbled a warning from beside Azriel. The general had been holding onto your hand ever since Azriel had lowered you onto the medicine table. Trying to keep it steady so Madja could do her thing easier. Your back arched off the table as you choked on another sob. Azriel leaned closer. The mere need to hold you down like this made him sick. Let alone watch you suffer. Oh, how he wished he could pull the bastards from their deathbeds and slowly kill them all over again. Azriel leaned closer to you, nuzzling closer to your shoulder. He was way past caring that you were drenched in sweat from the fever or that you still had crusted blood all over you.

He quickly plucked all of his emotions out one by one. Shoving them down the unbreakable walls deep within his head, Azriel had to be a sea of calmness for you. He had to turn into that gentle breeze that cooled one down on a hot summer day. He had to suppress the agony, change it, and mold it into something that would soothe. The spymaster placed a loving kiss on the side of your head, right as you cried out once again. His shadows slowly brushed across your skin, delicate and cooling the aches. He continued to kiss your tears away until the moment your body sagged. Till he could swear you had muttered his name. Till the sound of the iron arrows hitting the tray filled the room.

"You're in charge", Azriel said bluntly, continuing to wipe his bloody hands. The room had been quiet for over an hour. Cassian had practically dragged Azriel out so the shadowsinger could clean himself up. He hadn't realized how much filth was on him until he saw his reflection in the mirror. "Aj, aj, captain", Cassian saluted. Azriel knew that out of the three of them, Cassian used humor to cope with whatever stressors surrounded him. There was no male beside him and Rhys that Azriel would ever trust with his woman. His whole world...

"I'll look after her; if a hair falls off her head, you can sit me down on a dagger", Azriel huffed at Cassian's remark. Even if his chest felt too hollow, your screaming still echoed in his brain. It felt good to have at least one thing Azriel was familiar with around. The spymaster stepped closer to the bed you were carefully tucked into. Brushing a strand of hair away from your face. The fever had dropped the moment the iron was out. But it left an unconscious body behind. "She might sleep for days; might wake up in a couple of minutes", Madja said as she bandaged your hands up. You didn't wake up. Too worn out from all that had happened.

"I'll just go see them for a bit. Make sure they...", Azriel turned back to Cassian, who stood right behind him with a knowing look on his face. "Don't rush it. Stinkers need you. I've got your girl", with a tap on Azriel's shoulder, Cassian turned to pull himself a chair. His girl. The words lingered. Azriel wondered if you would roll your eyes at that. Would you scowl? You were mad at him after all. He had upset you in a way. Now all he wondered about as he spared you one last glance was whether it would all have been different if you hadn't been upset.

Only when Azriel was standing right outside his mother's door did he realize just how tired he was. He knew he had a family to lean on. He knew that Rhys had promised to take care of the interrogations in the camp. Find out who planned this. Who ordered this. Who targeted you. He had Cassian looking after you; his brother was mind tap away if something changed, but it was still not enough. Azriel needed to see the two sets of deep golden eyes. He needed to feel their wild and young heartbeats to ground himself fully. Know that the second half of his family was safe and sound.

"Azriel", the sound of that high-pitched voice, made the coldest that surrounded the shadowsinger melt away almost instantly. The pitter-patter of the tiny feet rushing was enough to make him let out a sigh. But that blissful delight was cut off almost immediately. A firm grip. A tug. And the girl was left standing in place. "No, stay back", Axel pulled her back, and Azriel had never seen a look like this on him. Not an ounce of love or adoration. Pure steal. Anger. As if the little boy had been crushed.

"Axel", Azriel tried to call out softly, but the boy only tugged on Zofie harder. The poor girl looked up at her brother with her big eyes. "Don't come close", the boy said, pointing a warning finger at the spymaster. He had no weapon. Azriel could easily march to him, but he knew that if a line like that was crossed in a delicate moment like this, he would end up losing them forever. "Bud, why...", Azriel tried once more but, even more frustration bubbled, "You hurt YN! She said you weren't one of us. So back away", Axel's words ripped at Azriel's soul. Not one of us. But he was. He wanted to give it all to you all. He...

"Darling", Cordelia gently placed a hand on Axel's back, "We all make mistakes, and whatever happened must have been a misunderstanding". Azriel met his mother's gaze. It was warm and loving, but it was hard to ignore the questioning plea. "Where's Y/N?", Zofie asked, shifting the atmosphere in the room, "I want to see her". Her voice was so small and trembling. Azriel went stone still. How do you tell the kids that their guardian is lying unconscious after an assassination? Someone had tried to kill her. "Yeah, where is she?", Axel pressed.

"She's... She's seeing a healer", the kids stilled instantly. Axel's hand drooped. The sight alone could kill Azriel, hence why he added quickly, "I'll take you to her as soon as I can". The kids just watched him. Zofie tugged on Axel's hand firmly, and the boy instantly furrowed his broken wings out. Wrapping one around the girl, as he pulled her into his arms. He shouldn't have to. Both of them should be far away from all of this pain. From needing to be strong like this. From needing to be so grown up.

"Why don't you two go check on the soup for me?", It's Cordelia who gently pressed a loving kiss on Axel's head. "You both worked hard on it. Y/N will love to have some". Leave it to his mom to mop through his mess, Azriel thought. Leave it to her to provide a distraction for a moment. Azriel tore his head up, trying to fight the angry tears as the kids slowly turned away from him.

"Azriel...", the gentle sound of that loving voice was enough to make a choked-out sob slip past the male's lips. Azriel never cried. He just didn't. And if he did, he always cried in the presence of his mother. "Sweet boy, look at me", Cordelia's soft voice was followed by her palms guiding her son's head down, so he would meet her gaze. "I fucked it", Azriel choked out, "I just went and did it again". Cordelia shook her head quickly, "Oh, my boy, I'm sure it's not all...", but Azriel pulled away abruptly. "She didn't want to see me, and now the kids...", his breathing was becoming rigid. He couldn't lose you all. He couldn't picture a word where you all weren't linked in some way. The idea of never... "They are kids, and they are scared", Cordelia tugged firmly onto Azriel's shirt. She could tell that he was spiraling, and she was not going to let him stroll down that path once again. "Axel is scared, as is Zofie, but they do not hate you", she gripped his chin tenderly, "They need you, son".

Azriel leaned to rest his head on his mother's shoulder for a moment, bathing in the comfort of her, just like when he was a boy. "She's my...", and Azriel couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. Not until he had spoken those words to you first. But Cordelia only smiled up at him, cupping his cheek. "Oh, I know. I had a feeling. Call it mother's instinct", she bit her lip, shaking her head softly. "Now you listen to me. I said it to her, and I will say it to you. You were meant to find one another", Cordelia tapped her hands against Azriel's chest a couple of times. "Whatever happened has to be a misunderstanding. And you, my boy, will find a way to make it right once again," she said, turning and padding towards the kitchen.

Azriel sat by your bed for what felt like years afterward. Double-checking the way your chest fell and rose back up. Adjusting the blanket. Refilling the water in the glass beside your bed. Madja said that your hands might not even scar, considering that you had healing magic running through your body. The bandaged palms were a cruel reminder of how much Azriel had failed to protect you. Yet it didn't come close to the red mark on your neck. The cut on your delicate skin there made him want to pull a bucket out and hurl. If he had been even a second more late... but he made himself look. He looked until all he could see were your scars.

"Was it a lie?", the words made Azriel jump slightly, head-turning straight to your partly opened eyes. He quickly hurried to lean closer. "What", he muttered. Azriel was trying to grasp just what you were referring to. "Was this all", you ask, looking down at yourself and then back at Azriel, "Was it a lie?". And mother, the fact that your voice was so weak made Azriel want to scream from the rooftops.

"No,", he said, shaking his head quickly. But would a word so simple ever be enough? "Did you just need a distraction?", And then it hit him. It hit him so hard that if he could, he would slap himself. The way he jumped up for Elain and the way they embraced. He was banished to the sanctuary because he was perusing that woman, and back at the dinner, he pushed you aside to once again reach for someone who would never be his. And he didn't even want her to be his. Because now he knew what he he truly wanted.

"I fucking lo-like you; none of it was a lie", Azriel hated the way his voice had risen. It was way too stern. Way too demanding. He wanted to reach for you, but the look on your face said it all. "I don't want to accept it", and these six words disarmed Azriel so quickly that he had to lean against the chair for a heartbeat. He saw the way your eyes filled up with tears as you tried to keep your breathing steady. "That's okay", Azriel said bluntly, as if all of this hadn't just shattered him completely. If his heart wasn't breaking because of these words. What were they taught back then? Wasn't there a story about a male gone mad because his mate had refused his love? Had suppressed the bond so hard?

"I... This just doesn't feel right, I need...", but Azriel quickly lifted his hand, silencing you. "There's no rush. I can wait. I'll wait for you however long it takes, and if you never want it, it's okay", he blurted out, shaking his head as he moved to grab the door handle. You shook your head in return, clearly trying to reach for him. Make him stay. Make him properly listen. "Azriel", you breathed out, trying to catch his attention, but all he did was back away. Azriel muttered a quiet, "It's okay" before he disappeared into the dark hallway. Turning away. Leaving you alone. Wanting nothing more than to drown his own heart.

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[nyuoqi]

            — EXES ALERT     ౨ৎ     KTR

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : in which you and taerae went all the way back to the last year of middle school where the two of you were painfully in love with each other yet refused to put on any label because you guys thought this was more fun, and it went on all the way to the second year of high school. well that was until you ghosted him

or in which your situationship from four years ago happens to be your partner for a romance drama

PAIRING  𐙚  actor! kim taerae x idol! fem!reader

GENRE  ⊹  socmed + written chapters, celeb! au, kinda exes to lovers, fluff, humour, maybe angst, they have communication issues

FEATURING ⋆ zb1! jiwoong + hanbin + mathew + yujin + hao, cix! jinyoung, aespa! all, leeserafim! chaewon, the boyz! changmin, stayc! seeun, tiot! junhyeon p1h! intak

STATUS  𖦹 completed !

🎞️  devils in misery  .  actors nation  . why are we screaming

001 1 like for taerae

002 cute nerd boy from finance

003 #employmentera

004 jinyoung hate club

005 what the fuck 🔥🔥

006 nurse hes out again

007 bad idea (smau + written 1.04k wc)

008 gay dog

009 jazz music stops

010 kiss my ass

011 i aint reading all that

012 shit 🏃‍♂️💨💨

013 watch ur back

014 yntaeraejunhyeonhanbin

015 dinner at cheonanz (smau + written 1.2k wc)

016 crazy bitch smiling

017 mustard head

018 passenger princess jinyoung

019 jinyoung on the loo

020 taeraenator

021 #DittoSzn (smau + written 914 wc)

022 plan b

023 confession (on-hold) (smau + written 1.5k wc)

024 giselle's not single....?

025 😭cong😭ra😭tu😭la😭tions😭

026 #jinrina

027 a BOYFRIEND

028 nyc (not the city)

029 hitting on her

030 adopting yujin (fin!)

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