#Homemade Campers

[meowdei]

hi lovely river !! im dropping by to give you n ayato a basket of freshly baked pastries hehe 🧺♥️ m not sure if im too late for your little ask game, but if you’re still up for it i’d also like to leave a lil awealuc hc ૮꒰ྀི◞⸝⸝⸝⸝◟꒱ྀིა since i bake a lot i love trying out new recipes n diluc is my personal taste tester! he loves watching me bake and stays with me by hugging me behind, n sometimes he’ll distract me by lifting me up and placing me on the counter so i can give him some attention. when i feed him n ask him how my new sweets turned out he’ll lean in and kiss me so i can have a taste for myself ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

Me and Ayato are happily eating pastries under the Sakura trees ☹️💖

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“Are they ready?” He asks, cheek pressed against your shoulder as you laugh. He can feel the shake of your body under him, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he closes his eyes.

“Almost,” you murmur, “just have to glaze them after they’re out.”

“And then we can sleep?”

“And then you try them,” you correct, giving him a playful glare over your shoulder. He groans, digging his face into your neck. (He wants to try them. You know that as well as he does—he’d have gone to bed ages ago if not for the promise of something sweet.)

You stop mixing away at the icing when you feel two strong hands grip your waist, feet leaving the floor in a sudden before you’re promptly sat on the counter. Diluc’s body presses between your legs, his forehead pressing to yours as he grumbles, “we should be in bed.”

“But you’re my taste tester,” you protest. “You can’t sleep yet.”

His forehead droops to your shoulder, resting in that crevice against your neck as your fingers thread through his hair. He hums appreciatively when you scratch at his scalp lightly.

“Can’t taste test in the morning?”

“It won’t be fresh,” you wrinkle your nose—and then, scooping a small bit of icing from the bowl with your finger, you push him away from your shoulder. He starts to protest until you hold your finger to his lips and murmur, “here. Taste this and tell me if it’s sweet enough.”

A tongue darts along your finger to lick the icing off. Crimson stares at you fondly before a low voice murmurs, “you tell me.”

And then he kisses you, and you can taste sugar right on your lips.

[medickpidia]

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[kristivadiva]

Yet more homemade camping equipment.

[rafesangelita]

pogue!sweetheart!reader surprising rafe with a birthday cake and he’s just like “????? for me????” bc no one has ever celebrated his birthday or made it special for him 🥺

warnings: sweet fluff, slight angst

“don’t look!” you laughed, currently struggling to keep your hands over rafe’s eyes as you two stepped into your camper. “mm, it smells good in here.” he hummed. you were practically buzzing with excitement, your smile reaching your ears as you slowly pulled away from him. “okay..” you started, “i know you said you didn’t want to celebrate today, but i couldn’t help myself,” you pecked his cheek, “you could open.”

rafe should’ve known you would go all out for him, his lips pursing together as he took in the sight of his own personal cake and gift basket on the counter. your smile faltered at the look on his face. “is everything okay? do you not like it?” rafe blinked, swallowing thickly as he glanced over at you. “you did this for me?” the disbelief in his voice pulled at your heart strings.

“of course.” you nodded. he walked up to the counter, getting a closer look at the cake. you knew how much he loved the your buttercream frosting, so of course you had to include it just for him. ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY R♡FE’ was also written on top in baby blue lettering. “this is.. wow.” he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. the room fell silent, your heart pounding out of your chest as you waited for rafe to say something else.

as if sensing your uncertainty, rafe finally looked up at you, the worried look on your face making him feel terrible. “i’m so sorry, babe, it’s just- i’ve never had this before.” he pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head. “i love it so much, i promise,” his large hands rubbed down your back, “no one has ever done anything like this for me.” he laughed softly. “no one has ever surprised you for your birthday?!” you exclaimed, looking up at him. “never. my birthday is just another regular day.” you gasped, not believing the words coming out of his mouth.

“no, it’s not!” you pulled away, picking up the cake. if someone told rafe that on this day last year, he would have the prettiest little thing holding up a cake she made just for him, telling him that his birthday is special, he wouldn’t believe them. “i don’t think i could accept this-” you were quick to cut him off, “i swear i’ll cry if you dont eat it.” rafe wanted to believe your threat was a joke, but he didn’t dare chance it. “okay, okay..” he surrendered, finally letting this whole thing be okay with him.

“well..” you gazed up at him, “what do you think?” rafe met your eyes, seeing nothing but pure love and adoration staring back at him. “i think that i need to marry you.” you smiled as rafe took a finger full of icing and popped the digit in his mouth. “fuck, that’s amazing.” he took the cake out of your hands, placing it back on the counter before grabbing two forks. “don’t dig into it yet, i still have to sing you happy birthday.” rafe put the fork down, now pacing around excitedly as you motioned towards the gift basket.

“open it.” you couldn’t help the huge smile from adorning your face as rafe took each item out one by one. cologne, a few new shirts, his favorite snacks, a homemade birthday card, and..

“are these your panties?”

[marsian-tango]

Yandere Camp Counselor

Fresh out of college, after four years of doing nothing but studying, you’re finally free!

Everything is gonna be fine now, the nightmare has ended. The sleepless nights are gone, those lazy classmates who you had to work with are no longer in sight, the teacher who once failed you and gave you the news with a condescending smile on their face is now bidding you goodbye.

The ominous presence of adulthood is breathing down your neck, and your parents’ warnings of the difficulties that you'll have to endure now such as jobs and taxes do intimidate you a bit. But you got it under control!

You remember when you were little and your parents would send you to Camp Howler, you had the utmost fun there. Each summer since you were eight, you’d beg your parents to leave you there, and each summer they did. That was until you got ‘too old’ for that ‘childish stuff’, according to them.

You applied for a job as a camp counselor, and when you told the head counselor who you were and that you used to go there when you were little, he recognised you immediately. You could hear his excitement through the phone when he told you that you and him used to spend all summers together at camp, even sharing a bunk bed!

How cool!

And look at you now, finally free from academic obligations, ready to work at the place where you got all your best memories from, and with the one person your young self used to hang out with!

Ugh! This. Will. Be. Awesome!

Yandere! Camp counselor who practically squealed like a little girl when he recognised who you were, almost ending the call by accident when his phone slipped out of his shaky grasp.

He can’t believe it! It’s you! After so many years of not knowing how you were doing or where you were, he’s finally gonna see you again. Oh, boy, is he ecstatic!

Yandere! Camp counselor who used to be so close to you, attached to the hip. He knew you like the palm of his hand, and that always made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, it made you feel important, so you never thought of spending your time with anybody else at camp, although it’s not like you could anyway. It’s no surprise, really, everytime you came to camp he would intercept you before anyone else could.

Yandere! Camp counselor who never forgot about you. You were once the light of his life, he remembers playing with you every day, doing all the fun activities that Camp Howler offered. You two would spend the entire day together, and it was all just chatting, laughing, running, swimming—all of it together.

And at the end of the day, you guys would get back to your shared cabin and have your usual sleepover—and if he was lucky, you’d fall asleep before even getting to your bunk, succumbing to slumber right by his side, without a care in the world, as he nuzzles into your neck and takes in your addicting scent. Strawberries and sunlight. Ah, he still remembers.

Yandere! Camp counselor who waits by the entrance of the camp with a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand, and a homemade bracelet in the other. He’s not sure how long he’s been standing here for, all he knows is that you left home at 7 AM, and he woke up at—well, he didn’t wake up at all, the excitement to see you again kept him up all night.

His eyes widen and his pulse quickens when he sees a car approaching, and the moment he sees your figure getting out of the car he’s full sprinting towards you, almost tackling you to the ground with a warm bear hug.

Gosh! It’s been so long! Oh, you’re glowing. You've certainly bloomed into the most beautiful flower. Oh! You need to tell him everything about you. What have you been up to? What did you study? Did you like it? How are your parents? Are you single?

Yandere! Camp counselor who can’t be away from you. Seriously, it makes him feel physically sick. It’s just like when you were kids, but a hundred times more.

You just got to camp a few days ago, you’re still getting to know all the other counselors and campers, but the nostalgia and familiarity of it all makes you feel right at home.

And having your childhood friend by your side brings up so many memories. He, for once, is having so much fun with you here. You two can do all the things that you did as kids, the only difference is that you guys are grown ups now. The best of both worlds!

Yandere! Camp counselor who wasn’t an antisocial kid or even shy, in fact, he was quite outspoken and friendly, and when his hyperactivity got the best of his parents, they decided to send him to Camp Howler to wear out some energy.

He made many friends there, but one fateful day…he met you. Poor and homesick you. He felt drawn instantly. How could he not? You were like a small fawn missing their parents, afraid of all the noise and people, looking for a place to hide from all the loud beasts. He needed to help you, to be your shelter, your protector. Oh, you looked so scared and lost…

Yandere! Camp counselor who, ever since that day, became your knight in shining armor. Never letting any camper near your delicate frame. Ah, even as a kid he was devoted to you.

Now he doesn’t protect you from campers—he knows you can deal with them on your own. He protects you from other counselors. Those are the real mutts here!

Yandere! Camp counselor who insists on reminiscing the good old days by being bunk buddies again. C’mon, you guys used to have so much fun! A never ending sleepover. Every. Night. C’mon, you used to love it! And you can even have the top bunk.

Oh? You’d rather have some privacy and sleep alone?

Well, guess what? There are no other beds! So unless you want to sleep on the floor, you’ll have to share a bunk with him. But don’t worry, it’ll be so much fun! You can make friendship bracelets, and tell spooky stories—you can even cuddle him if it gets too scary. Trust me, he wouldn't mind.

Yandere! Camp counselor who loves watching you interact with the kids. It’s just so cute to see you playing with the young campers and doing all the fun stuff that you guys did at their age. It makes him realize how good of a parent you’ll be one day. Although, he already knew that. When playing house with you, you were always such a good spouse. Making the imaginary food, setting the plastic table, always greeting him with a peck on the cheek when he came back from the rainbow factory.

Oh, he always knew, even from a young age, that you’d be the perfect spouse.

He’s not really sure why he used to enjoy playing house with you so much, or why he’s having these unusual thoughts of you being a spouse…

But, hey! It must be nothing, right?

Yandere! Camp counselor who always feels something strange bubbling in his chest when you’re around, something intensely warm and uncontrollable. He’s felt it ever since you two were kids. It’s so weird. He never paid too much attention to it since he thought that it was a common thing between friends. But that feeling changed once you stopped coming to camp, it turned into something heavy, yet sharp.

And now that he’s got you back it’s like his entire body is on fire. Like his heart wants to come out of his ribcage and get into yours.

He’s really confused. When he was little he remembers talking to a counselor about it, and the young adult suggested that it was…a crush.

He didn’t get it at the time, but now he understands it perfectly. This does feel like a crash! It feels as if his body was being sunk down by this dense feeling, all the way down till it crashes against the core of the earth.

Huh.

So that’s what it’s called. That is a crush. To feel the weight of your unwavering love resting upon your shoulders and throat, filling your lungs with confessions that you would only come up with in the darkest hours of the night, and you’d only be brave enough to utter in the haze of drunkenness.

Yandere! Camp counselor who’s not sure how to approach this whole ‘crush’ situation. He wants to tell you how he feels, but he doesn’t know if you feel the same way, and he doesn’t wanna force that kind of connection. He wants to have a real thing with you, like the whole package.

He wants to take you out on a date, to make you gifts, to make you feel loved, and to show you that what he feels is genuine.

He’s not completely sure about the whole romance protocol, he’s not as socially skilled as he was when he was younger. Truth be told, after you stopped coming to camp, he kinda shut himself off. He stopped hanging out with his friends, never speaking to anyone but his parents, and the only way to have a full on conversation with him was if it was about you.

Poor, pathetic baby. He missed you so much.

But he’s willing to learn! He’ll woo you so hard, you’ll swoon at the sight of him.

Yandere! Camp counselor who, during your nightly strolls near the lake, suggests having a different kind of fun tonight, a more reckless kind of fun.

Ah, you see. The lake looks so refreshing, and it’s so hot today—the hottest day of the year, says the news—it seems as if the weather itself was tempting you to peel off your skin and let the summer breeze consume you altogether…but maybe a little swim would be enough, don’t you think?

C’mon! A nice swim to cool off your bodies before going to sleep, sounds like heaven on a day like this.

Sorry, what? You don’t have your swimsuit…

Well, that's fine! There’s nobody around but you two. You don’t have to be so worried. Sure, he doesn’t have his swimsuit either. But you guys still have your underwear, that should do the trick, right?

Yandere! Camp counselor who makes sure to always sit next to you during campfires. Pretending to yawn before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, bringing you even closer than you already were.

And every time. He prays to every God there is for you to get spooked by some scary story, so you can curl to his side, and he can swiftly pull you to his lap. That has only happened once. But, God, one can only dream.

Yandere! Camp counselor who tries to get a hold of his feelings, he really does. But it's so hard! And the kids notice. Boy, do they notice. They overheard him once attempting to flirt with you, albeit you remained oblivious to his intentions, they sure didn’t. The campers have a field day with that one, let me tell you that.

Yandere! Camp counselor who has to put up with the kids making fun of him. The campers see how infatuated—obsessed he is with you, and some of them even try to set you up with him, but others just use this as an opportunity to bully him even more.

He’s so pathetic. Making you bracelets and necklaces, writing you little poems, ogling you from a bush while you swim in the lake—now that they think about it, he’s more creepy than pathetic.

But in the end two groups were formed. The group that sees this as the perfect way to spend their summer, cause who doesn’t enjoy messing with a grown man and his futile attempts of seduction? And the group that takes pity on him and decides to help him achieve his goal.

The second group makes all kinds of projects. They plan a candle lit dinner under the mesmerising moonlight. A picnic on a nearby hill as the sunset sets away in the distance. A slow dance after the bonfire with the stars painting the sky above.

The first group succeeds in ruining all of those plans. That candle lit dinner? Well, it looks like one of those candles reached some dry weeds and started a fire! That picnic on the hill? I bet you weren’t expecting to be so close to a wasp nest, huh. A slow dance, was it? Oh, no! A kid was messing around with a conveniently accessible nail gun and hurt himself!

Yep, they’re really up for the challenge. They give their best every single time. Even if it means compromising their physical integrity.

Yandere! Camp counselor who is unlucky, inexperienced, weird, and overall, a total loser. But he loves you with all his might. He doesn’t care that all his attempts ended in failure, he will never stop trying. Because you’re worth it. You’re worth every failure, cause one day, life will smile at him and you’ll be finally his.

He can endure a few more failed tries, it’s okay. The wasp stings don’t hurt that much anyway.

He’s got all summer to show you his love, and if that doesn’t work, he’s always got next summer. Or the next one, or the next one, or the next one—point is, he’s got time!

It’s not like you have anywhere else to go during the summer, right?

You need a job, you need money—and he’s the head counselor of the camp, so he controls your paycheck. If you even think about looking for another job, he’ll just increase your paycheck! He doesn’t mind. He might have to make some cutbacks here and there, but he’s sure the other counselors won’t mind earning a little less money, and if they do—well, he can always just fire them!

Yandere! Camp counselor who just got you back after years of being away from you. Surely you don’t expect him to let go of you that easily, do you? You came back to him, this is destiny. Your fate is to end up with him. He can feel it.

C’mon, you must feel something for him, right? It can’t possibly be one sided…

You better pray that it’s not one sided, cause if it is, he’ll freak out. He’ll go insane. We’re talking about a pathetic weirdo here, we don’t know what he’s capable of!

Yandere! Camp counselor who will make you love him, even if it takes a thousand summers. He won’t let you go, he won’t make the same mistake twice.

Who ordered a pathetic freak with a side of fries?! Hello, everybody, i missed you. I missed my community of freaks who yearn for yearners. I'm starting to get frustrated with myself, I recently found out that I'm not good at writing stories in a format that isn't "Yandere! who", but I'll keep practising. I'll try not to procrastinate so much and just...write. Even if it's REALLY bad. Remember that if there's any mistakes, let me know. Anyway, I hope everyone is having a good day, night, or whatever's in between. Kisses <3

[lostagoodcigar]

Thinking about Ghost rolling over to see you laying awake on your phone, asks you what the fuck you’re doing awake at 2am. And that’s how you end up with him clinging to your back, chin nestled on your shoulder as he joins you in watching some guy in his homemade camper drive it into the woods and camp in the rain

[several-breathing-eyes]

I believe that Camp Half Blood has to have some sort of nightlife. It's a camp full of teenagers, who all have issues with authority, and some of those teenagers are the children of the god of alcohol, chaos, and revelry.

Plus these teens don't think they're ever going to reach adulthood. Like before Heroes of Olympus a demigod reaching the age of 18 was seen as a pipe dream. So reaching the age where they could legally drink, get piercings, or tattoos was seen as something unattainable. And a college party life was something one could only hope for.

Do I think that the Camp Half-Blood teens are throwing intense raves every night? No. Do I think some of the older campers sneak off, maybe throw up some mist, and have a couple beers? Yes.

All I know is that some older camper is going home with hazy memories of a drunken night, a poorly healed homemade piercing, and a stick and poke that's going to fade in a year.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

The Butternut Squash (The Surprise, Part 19)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: pregnancy times, mentions of female anatomy/breastfeeding, explicit language (let me know if I missed anything!) Word count: 2.2k

Summary: You and Emily don't really need a baby shower, but you do need help getting the nursery ready, so the whole BAU comes over one Saturday to help out.

Week 29: The Butternut Squash

You had insisted on no gifts. You and Emily had plenty of money. You didn’t need a registry, and you didn’t need a baby shower. What you did need was help getting the nursery decorated and set up. So Emily–fresh off a 4-day case–had invited the entire BAU over to help prep the nursery on a rare, free Saturday.

“Emily,” you complained that Friday morning when she came home. “I won’t even have time to make food!”

“You don’t need time to make food,” she chastised, wrapping her arms around you from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder. “Because we’re just gonna have it delivered.”

You scoffed. “I always cook, Em. It’s my whole thing!”

She turned you around and grasped your face in her hands, kissing the tip of your nose, then moving to your lips. You huffed impatiently, even as your stomach erupted in butterflies (and maybe a few kicks from the baby) when Emily kissed you. “Okay, well, right now your whole thing is being seven months pregnant, so…”

“I could at least make cookies…” you grumbled. “If you get me chocolate chips from the store?”

Emily raised her eyebrows at you, but smiled lightly. “Will it make you happy?”

“Mmhm,” you confirmed, turning on the charm and your very best puppy dog eyes.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, kissing you one more time for good measure and grabbing her keys from the counter. “I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.”

“Thank you, my love!” you called after her, a little too giddy with your grocery store victory.

“Yeah, yeah…” she muttered, shutting the door, but you knew she was smiling behind it.

But, now, here you were. Saturday, mid-morning. A plate of fresh-baked, homemade brown butter chocolate chip cookies on a plate on the coffee table… along with gifts from every single member of the BAU. Despite insisting they not bring any.

Hotch sat in the living room with you, playing Mario Kart on the Switch with Dave and Jack. Penelope gossiped with you on the couch. Meanwhile, Emily was running operations in the nursery, and every so often you could hear her ordering Derek and Spencer around. It made you giggle. JJ squeezed your shoulder, hovering back and forth between rooms.

“You need anything, Y/N?” she asked.

“I’m okay,” you assured her. “Thanks, JJ. Just… make sure Emily doesn’t get too bossy.”

JJ laughed. “Oh, I’m not sure anyone can do that.”

“Can we do gifts now? I think we should do gifts! Open mine, Y/N!” Penelope insisted, patting the spot next to her on the couch for JJ and handing you a glittery gift bag. You should’ve known they wouldn’t listen when you’d said not to bring gifts. You would’ve done the same thing. They were your family, after all.

You pulled out the tissue paper to reveal several tiny baby onesies in bright colors with adorable designs and sayings. Happy Camper. Silly Little Bear. Even one with tiny dinosaurs all over that said Babysaurus. Your heart felt like it might burst thinking about how cute your little one was going to look in these.

“Penelope, these are so cute!” You wrapped her in a hug. “I’m gonna send you so many pictures of her in these!”

“I know you guys are waiting to find out the gender, so I tried to pick ones that were gender neutral. Although, I mean I guess technically every outfit is gender neutral or… should be, or–”

You stopped her before she spiraled. “They’re perfect."

Before you knew it, Jack was pressed up against you, shoving another gift bag into your hands.

“Open ours, Aunt Y/N!”

You wrapped an arm around him and gave him a squeeze. “Thanks, buddy. I can’t wait to see what it is!”

You pulled out the most adorable stuffed gray wolf, soft as velvet, complete with two little pointy felt teeth sticking out.

“Oh, Jack, it’s perfect!”

“His name is Wolfie,” Jack told you, snatching the toy back.

“Jack,” Hotch scolded. “Remember, that’s for Aunt Emily and Aunt Y/N’s baby. It’s not yours.”

Hotch looked at you apologetically, and you shook your head to let him know it wasn’t a big deal.

“I made you this picture, too,” Jack said, handing you a crumpled piece of paper. You smoothed it out to find stick figures of you and Emily. He’d drawn your belly as a big circle, with a tiny swaddled baby inside of it. You grinned.

“Now, this is art, Jack. This is going right on the fridge.”

“This is you,” he said, pointing. “And this is Aunt Emily. And this is the baby inside your tummy.”

Speaking of the baby, she was incredibly active right now. Almost as if she, too, was happy to be with her BAU family.

“You want to feel her kick?” you asked Jack, and he nodded. You grasped his hand in yours and pressed it over your baby bump, estimating at the last place she’d kicked. Jack screeched when he felt her kick his hand, jumping on his tiptoes.

“Oh my gosh!” he squealed. “Oh my gosh! Daddy, there’s an alive baby in there!”

Hotch smiled at you. He was such a good dad. A good team leader. A good friend to you and Emily.

“After she’s born, Jack, you’ll have to come over and hold her,” you told him, but he was already gone, distracted the Switch.

“Aw, crap,” Dave exclaimed as Hotch hit him with a red shell. Hotch chuckled. “Y/N, go ahead and open up mine,” Dave said. “I’ve already lost this race. It’s the one with the silver paper.”

Penelope grabbed the gift for you, since your arms wouldn’t quite reach all the way to the coffee table. You ripped off the paper to reveal a box set that read, “Ciao Pasta Bistro.” It included a tiny little metal stock pot and colander, little ladles, and soft felt pasta shapes–bowties and raviolis and elbow noodles and shells.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, looking it over. Penelope and JJ leaned next to you to get a closer look. “This is freaking adorable.”

“The little meatball’s gonna know her pasta shapes if Uncle Dave has anything to say about it!” Dave called, cheering as he zoomed past Hotch with Star Power.

“Thank you so much, Dave,” you said, and you really meant it. They were such thoughtful gifts, so particular to each of them. You couldn't wait to show the baby, to let her get to know her BAU family, too.

JJ waited until everyone was distracted and Penelope had been dragged into Mario Kart (“Okay, but I’ll win! They don’t call me a tech goddess for nothing!”) to give you her gift. She sat next to you and pulled a bag from underneath the coffee table.

“These are more for you than for the baby,” JJ explained. “But if your pregnancy is anything like mine, you’ll get plenty of baby gifts, but not a whole lot of mom gifts.”

“That’s really thoughtful of you, JJ.” You squeezed her hand.

She pulled things out one by one, displaying them discreetly and explaining their purpose. “Listen, your nipples will hurt so bad. So bad. Just telling it like it is. So…” She held up a plastic tube. “Nipple cream. This one was my favorite. Also, silver nursing cups. I can’t explain why the silver makes them less sore, but it does.”

You nodded, feeling both overwhelmed and extremely grateful. “It’s basic, but there’s also a food delivery gift card in here. I know you love to cook, but I promise you’re not gonna feel like it for a while after giving birth.”

“JJ, I don’t know what to say. This is so nice.”

She held up a finger to stop you. “Last gift.” She pointed to herself. “Me and Will. We’re happy to babysit. Often, if you like.” When she saw you start to protest, she said, “Look, Henry’s getting older, and I really miss baby snuggles. So it’s really no trouble at all.”

You felt like you might cry. It wasn’t that nobody paid attention to you or took care of you during your pregnancy. Emily took excellent care of you. It was just that JJ was right. Most people looked at the end of your pregnancy and the birth of the baby as the end of the hard part for the birthing parent. But you knew that wasn’t going to be the case. And JJ knew, too. You were so grateful for her friendship, for her support.

“Thank you so much, JJ,” you said quietly, pulling her in for a hug.

“Oh, are you opening gifts?” Spencer asked, entering the room and hovering quietly behind you.

“Yep!” you said, watching him retrieve a tidy package wrapped in newspapers and hand it to you. You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you guys done with the nursery already!?”

Spencer chuckled. “Oh, no. Not even close. I just snuck out while Emily was yelling at Morgan.”

You shrugged and started tearing the paper. “That tracks.”

Inside Spencer’s package was a set of colorful board books with titles like Quantum Physics for Babies, General Relativity for Babies, and Rocket Science for Babies.

“Spencer, these are awesome!” you exclaimed, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “Baby Prentiss is gonna be a genius.”

“You know, that’s probably true,” Spencer observed, taking Penelope's place in front of the TV next to Jack. “Scientifically speaking, children inherit their intelligence from their mother, not their father. So no matter how intelligent or unintelligent the donor was, the baby will inherit your intellect. And you’re really smart, so it’s likely the baby will be, too.”

“Trust Reid to come with a prepped science lesson,” Emily said, poking her head around the corner.

You threw a balled-up piece of wrapping paper in Emily’s general direction. “Zip it, Em! I like hearing about what Spencer knows.”

“Nerd,” she muttered under her breath, coming up behind you to place her hands on your shoulders and kiss the top of your head. “You alright? You need anything?”

You squeezed her hand. “I need you... to stop being so mean to Derek.”

“Thank you!” Derek exclaimed, emerging from the hallway to shove Emily out of the way and plant a kiss on your cheek. “It’s nice to know someone around here cares about Uncle Derek.”

Emily shoved him back. “Yeah, well, I don’t want to have to tell the little butternut squash that you wussed out of painting his nursery one wall in.”

Derek grabbed one of the cookies from the coffee table and took a bite, momentarily closing his eyes in enjoyment. You smiled. This is why you loved cooking and baking.

“Listen, Prentiss,” he teased. “I’m taking a well-deserved break. You’re lucky I love your girl or I wouldn’t put up with this shit.”

“Ooh!” Jack squealed. “He said a bad word!”

Derek looked at Hotch apologetically, then reached down to grab the last unopened gift bag. 

“Here, mama,” he said, handing it to you. “Saved the best for last.”

You grinned at him, handing Emily the loose tissue paper as you opened the gift. Inside was a collection of soft toys that included a football, a whistle, and a little number one finger.

“Oh, man, are we gonna have a little football fan, Uncle Derek?” you asked, grinning cheekily.

“Not just any football fan,” he insisted. “There’s one more thing in there.”

You pulled out a tiny Chicago Bears onesie, complete with a number 34 on the back for Walter Payton.

“A Bears fan, huh?” you said, smiling from ear to ear.

“I figured since the little guy or gal’s gonna be born right as football season’s kicking off, he’ll spend a lot of time on the couch watching the games with Uncle Derek. And we gotta be decked out in our matching gear.”

“If you let us sleep, Morgan,” Emily said, squeezing his shoulder playfully. “You can indoctrinate my son into being a sports fan all you want.”

“Or daughter!” you protested, and the whole team laughed. By now, your faux-feud over the baby’s gender was well-known. They were even placing bets. It was about a 50/50 split.

“Alright, guys,” Emily said, clapping her hands together and rallying the troops. “One wall down, two walls to go. And one wall of wallpaper, but I don’t think that’ll take as long.”

JJ, Penelope, Hotch, and Dave stood to follow Emily to the nursery while Derek took a seat next to you. Spencer sat cross-legged on the floor with Jack, fully immersed in Mario Kart.

“Be there in a second, Emily,” he called. “We’re about to start Rainbow Road.”

You grinned, so glad to be surrounded by Emily’s family–her real family. Happy that you had people who were excited for you, people who took care of you, people who gave up their Saturday to help you get ready to welcome a new family member.

“Hey, Jack, add me and Derek in for the next round,” you said, lowering yourself gently onto the floor, Derek’s hand instinctively grasping yours to support you. “I play a mean Moo Moo Meadows.”

[rosesradio]

ok, so we all know Leo is very affectionate when he finally settles down and realizes you're not leaving. so could you pretty please with a cherry on top, do Leo with a very affectionate partner? like always holding his hand and slipping in kisses and 'i love you's at every possible chance and like- how he'd react? you don't have to if you don't want

Leo is touch starved. Like, really touch starved.

He wants to be affectionate with his friends, and they probably want the same thing, though they’re all really repressed. So, they bottle things up, and beyond the occasional pat on the back, Leo has nothing.

He’s so touch starved that, by the time he starts going out with you, he has no idea how to react to your affection.

You always move close to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind while he works on plans for projects. You kiss his cheek, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as if it were crafted just for you.

And Leo loves it. He loves you.

But he also can’t deny the feelings that come with the good. How his head spins, leaving him dazed. How overwhelming it is to go from nothing to everything so quickly. It’s a feeling like he hasn’t eaten in so long, now the thought of a whole meal makes him nauseous.

So, he talks to you. He’s hesitant, worried you’ll laugh or dismiss him, though you don’t. You listen, and as much as you love showing him affection, you agree to slow things down.

You do little things, asking beforehand, reassuring him that there’s nothing wrong with his shyness. You still talk and joke around like friends—because that’s what the building blocks in this relationship were, and that’s what they always will be.

Slowly, you find he breaks out of his shell easier when he takes the reins. You watch a movie in the Bunker, sitting on the worn couch. You compliment the quality from his homemade projector (it really is better than the movie theater). You glance over at him, more interested in seeing his cute smile than you are the movie.

15 minutes in, his hand rests on top of yours.

25 minutes in, he links his arm in yours, resting his head on your shoulder. Every touch from him ignites sparks across your skin, making you smile like an idiot. You just squeeze his thigh affectionately, letting him know that everything is okay.

45 minutes into the movie, he’s laying between your legs with his arms around your waist, using your chest as a pillow. He’s still watching the movie, of course; the pair of you use the movie as a crutch for all of this. You run your fingers through his messy curls, and he sighs with such a fulfilled peace.

Soon enough, you’re in a swift competition for who can be more affectionate. You sit with your leg against his at breakfast, holding on to one of his arms as you talk about your plans for the day. Leo ends up tapping I love you in morse code on his desk so many times, he loses focus on his projects; somehow, pulling you into his lap and resting his head on your shoulder makes him regain focus like magic.

Chiron considers a few new rules against Camper PDA, though seeing what the two of you have been through as heroes, he decides against it. For now.

[candlelightkiss]

a katie gardner character study: aka my perception and interpretation of her based on her 5 lines.

"may flowers grow in the saddest parts of you."

daughter of demeter, infj, taurus ✧˖°

katie had always thought of herself as ordinary. nothing less, nothing more. if you were to ask her what she's confident in, she wouldn't be able to tell you off the top of her head. maybe her possession of a green thumb, but that's intuitive for a child of demeter. they weren't meant to be warriors and she had drilled that idea into her head and for the longest time believed her fatal flaw was cowardice. it was actually her self-doubt. lack of self-confidence. not quite inferiority, because she saw herself as capable enough, just nothing special.

for what she believed she did not have, she made up for it through her leadership. she was a natural, and her siblings adored her as their head counselor, but to her, kindness was the bare minimum. you weren't able to live a fulfilling life without a kind heart, first and foremost. so she was always willing to step into everyone's shoes, execute tasks here and there to keep things in order. she has a familial presence and takes on an reliable older sister role to many younger campers. all the while she'd never recognize the discipline and consideration that she always held, tenderness was just second nature to her. (more details under the cut)

a crucial part of her journey is finding her own courage and to not only be a leader to others but yourself, one that tends to your heart. a discovery of what it truly means to be brave, and how the word does not hold the weight of an end-all-be-all definition. moreover, she grows to feel strongly about breaking the stereotype that demeter kids are meant to be weak.

because of her ability to understand and read people well, many younger campers outside her cabin come to her for guidance.

in general, she's a very intuitive person.

despite the confidence she tries to uphold at camp due to being a counselor, she had always been very shy throughout her school years. she chose to become a year-round camper when she was 14.

she tried to keep in touch and stay close with her mortal family, but they don't return the effort. for a large portion of her life, she had believed that it was her destiny to be alone.

her displays of affection are through acts of service and gift giving, particularly handcrafted gifts or homemade treats, but her personal love languages are quality time and words of affirmation.

she's a creative person with many creative outlets that she incorporates into her day to day life; such as doing her hair and decorating her room.

she enjoys the arts; particularly, painting and crafting. there aren't any rules, and she views them as a way for one to keep themself grounded.

the way she dresses herself is largely influenced by bohemian fashion and she prefers to thrift vintage pieces. she also likes to collect jewelry.

in combat, she's most confident with knives. she likes that the target can be kept in close proximity with her.

her favorite bands are fleetwood mac, the corrs, and abba!

she chose to major in zoology due to her love for animals.

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if you've made it this far, thank you for reading my ramblings about my comfort character and my favorite girl <3 will definitely make more posts like this about her in the future!

[fraudulent-cheese]

More Total Drama Headcanons!

Heather and Gwen would totally try to rick roll eachother and every single attempt between them escalates right up until Harold somehow rick rolls them both by complete accident. if this happened in a GC they'd try to nuke any traces of it but unfortunately Sierra was there and she's a screenshotting machine. the blackmailer becomes the blackmailee. And Gwen looses.

Owen's favorite insult is dogwater. It hits harder than any swear word

Izzy will bond with animals by imitating them. she has been found on the floor on her side petting a cat in the exact same pose as her. She'll stick her tongue out periodically if she's currently watching over a snake. The only one she hasn't cracked are fish.

Gwen has told people point blank "Im going to fucking kill you" when they've annoyed her enough. this was most common during her time on Island

This is definitely not of the time period, but Zoey definitely went "This is my personal 9/11" after a minor inconvenience before realizing this was not a normal thing to say after she has 10 seperate sets of eyes staring at her for it

I think, during All Stars, whenever they weren't filming or were on the Playa des Losers, that Sierra would take notes on the interactions or different relationships the campers had with eachother. not outright stalking! she's taking notes on what she sees to learn more about what's going on. she'd rather try to befriend these people, but also she's a messy bitch and wants to know whatever drama's currently happening.

I think sometimes Mike and/or Zoey would sneak Cameron into places by putting him in a big duffel bag and carrying him around. he's small enough and light enough for it! As an added comedic bonus, Cameron will occasionally peak his head out of the bag if someone in close proximity says something wrong. Just goes "Actually, that's a common misconception!" and now they have to explain this

Sierra owns a used pink Gameboy Advance SP with Mario Kart Super Circuit and Kirby's Amazing Mirror cartridges. She plays with Sam during TDAS :D

one of Zoey's hobbies is making clothing. she'd totally make her own merch for small bands she likes. she'd make stuff with Cameron and Manitoba specifically. she'd give a homemade frilly skirt to Svetlana and she'd be so happy about it. Sierra makes her Kandi Cuffs in exchange.

In general i think Zoey would wear more hippie inspired clothing as they get older, maybe a more androgynous style along with it

If we're talking more 'realistic' characterisation of characters, i think Max became a stand up comedian, or a method actor.

Lightning's autistic and the "sha" thing is a vocal stim trust

Gwen introduces Courtney to Peneloppe Scott's discography and she undergoes an overnight transformation into a Peneloppe Scott stan

[cozmowrites]

good time

good time - owl city and carly rae jepsen

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The old camper van rattled along the open highway, the engine groaning slightly under the weight of its years. You glanced over at Bakugou, who had one hand on the wheel and the other tapping impatiently against the gear shift. His jaw was set in that familiar, irritated line, but the hint of a smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

"Admit it," you teased, pulling your knees up to sit cross-legged on the passenger seat. "You're having fun."

"Tch." Bakugou scoffed, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. "I'm only doing this so you'd stop nagging me about 'expanding my horizons' or whatever crap you said."

You grinned. "And you're enjoying it, aren't you? Be honest, Katsuki."

He muttered something under his breath, but the faintest pink dusting his cheeks gave him away. You'd been on the road for two weeks now, traveling across the countryside with no concrete plan other than to "see what happens." It had taken weeks of convincing to get Bakugou to agree, and you weren't sure what had surprised you more: his eventual agreement or how much he seemed to be relaxing.

"Okay, Mr. Grump," you said, pulling out a folded map from the glove compartment. "There's a little town about an hour from here. They've got a farmers' market today. Let's stop and check it out."

"Farmers' market?" He raised an eyebrow. "What the hell are we gonna do at a farmers' market?"

"Eat fresh food? Try new things?Maybe actually smile for once?" You laughed, dodging the half-hearted swat he aimed in your direction. "C'mon, Katsuki. It'll be fun. You can even find something to grill later."

That caught his attention, of course. "Fine," he grumbled, turning the wheel toward the exit. "But if it sucks, I'm blaming you."

The farmers' market was a lively, bustling affair, with colorful stalls lining the streets and the scent of fresh produce, baked goods, and grilled food wafting through the air. You practically bounced out of the van, grabbing Bakugou's hand and dragging him along before he could protest.

"Relax," you said, lacing your fingers through his. He didn't pull away, though he did grumble under his breath about "annoying extras."

The first stall you stopped at was selling fresh berries, and you handed Bakugou a small carton to try. He eyed them suspiciously before popping one into his mouth, his expression softening slightly as the sweetness hit his tongue.

"Not bad," he admitted, and you beamed at him.

"See? Trying new things isn't so bad."

He rolled his eyes but let you lead him to a stall selling homemade jams and preserves. By the time you reached the baked goods stand, he was noticeably more relaxed, even cracking a small smile when you playfully tried to feed him a piece of pastry.

As the afternoon wore on, you found yourself laughing more than you had in weeks, the two of you falling into an easy rhythm. Bakugou even started teasing you back, his sharp wit making you laugh until your sides hurt.

"Alright," he said, carrying a bag filled with fresh vegetables, fruits, and a jar of honey. "I'll admit it. This wasn't the worst idea you've ever had."

"High praise coming from you," you teased, bumping your shoulder against his. "See? You're loosening up already."

"Don't push your luck."

You grinned, knowing that despite his gruff exterior, he was enjoying himself more than he let on.

Later that evening, you found a quiet spot by a lake to set up camp. Bakugou fired up the grill while you laid out a blanket on the grass, the sun dipping below the horizon and painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The air was filled with the sizzle of vegetables and meat cooking, mingling with the scent of fresh herbs.

"Not bad, huh?" you said, leaning back on your hands and gazing at the sky. "Good food, good company, and a view like this."

Bakugou snorted, flipping the skewers on the grill. "You act like I'm some kind of hermit who's never seen the sky before."

"You kinda are," you teased, earning a glare that lacked any real heat. "But I'm glad you came. It's been nice... spending time with you like this."

He glanced at you, his crimson eyes softening. "Yeah, well... it's not so bad. You're not as annoying as I thought you'd be."

"Wow," you said, clutching your chest dramatically. "The compliments just keep coming."

"Shut up," he muttered, but there was a small smile on his face as he plated the food and handed you a skewer.

You ate in companionable silence, the sound of crickets and the gentle lapping of the lake providing a soothing backdrop. When you were finished, you stretched out on the blanket, staring up at the stars as they began to appear one by one.

"Thanks for convincing me to do this," Bakugou said after a while, his voice quieter than usual. "I didn't think I'd... enjoy it. But I do."

You turned your head to look at him, surprised by the honesty in his tone. "I'm glad," you said softly. "I knew you just needed a little push."

He huffed, lying back beside you and folding his arms behind his head. For a while, neither of you said anything, the comfortable silence stretching between you. Then, without looking at you, he reached over and took your hand in his, his grip warm and steady.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" he said, his voice low but tinged with affection.

You smiled, squeezing his hand. "Yeah, but you love it."

He didn't respond, but the faint smile on his lips and the way his thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles said enough.

As the night wore on and the stars blanketed the sky, you found yourself feeling more at peace than you had in a long time. Maybe it was the open road, the sense of freedom, or the way Bakugou's presence made everything feel just a little brighter.

Whatever it was, you knew you wouldn't trade it for anything.

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Halloween.

Believe it or not Nico loves Halloween. Cabin 13 has the best decorations (half are actual skeletons and spirts, but Dw. He got permission from Hades)

He loves the holiday because his the best at it. The boy will be shadow traveling all night, just little trips from corner to corner of camp and scaring the absolute shit out of everyone. Will he feel dead the next day? Yes but that’s day of the dead so, it’s all in good spirits! He looks freaky as hell… so not much different than usual.

If he is not jump scaring someone he has a huge smile on his face, because he and Will went as a couple’s costume. It’s adorable.

However for that Day Nico had to sever the attachment at the hip. Only for some portions of the night. You know how hard it is to jump scare or catch people off guard if you’re right next to your boyfriend who naturally glows? Impossible.

Children of Aphrodite also love the Holiday. Not for the scares but for the romance! Couples costumes, binging scary movies until you end up crawling in your lovers lap and making out. Drinking and showing off how hot you look in your costume, waiting for the compliments on how beautiful you are to come flooding in. It’s the best.

Some will go in a pretty costume, some in a slutty costume. Piper herself went as Marida from brave. Because all the girls wanted to go as Disney princess and they begged her to join. She gave in, but instead on Marida. Leo presided to make fun on her the whole night for how the red wig clashed with her skin color until she took said wig off and slapped him with it. The son of Hephaestus was coughing fake red hair for at least two days afterwards.

Children of Apollo also enjoy the holiday, but for different reasons. They like the artistry of it. They like dissecting horror, movies, and thrillers and slashers seeing what the recipe is and whether or not the movie was good in terms of writing and acting. They like the songs that are played thought the night. Every Halloween you can spot at least two children of Apollo at any time mumbling to themselves or out right singing “I always feel like somebody is watching meeeeee!” Nothing makes them happier than you joining in “and I got no privacy” it will make them insanely happy.

They love how creative people can get with costumes and also love how people reference art peace’s in their costumes. And buy that: any movie or book character costume is an art reference.

They love how creative the food is too. Those homemade Halloween themed food that is just normal food but is served and decorated in a way it doesn’t look it with a fake name like ‘brains’ instead of pasta.

Children of Dionysus live for Halloween. In the early hours of night when the sun is just starting to set, the younger campers had arrived when they were little or I still 12 and under go trick-or-treating from cabin to cabin and get candy from counselors or teenage campers. It’s a very adorable part of Halloween especially for the little kids that live at camp have blood that don’t have a home to go back to or parents trick-or-treat with.

But after all the little trick-or-treaters are done, they all go to a chosen cabin and they have a sleepover and they’re allowed to watch Halloween movies and eat their candy for the rest of the night.

But the big kids all head over to the Dionysus cabin once the kids are done trick-or-treating, and the Dionysus cabin throws the biggest Rager of the year on Halloween. Red Wine everywhere but they call it blood. Costume contest, party party party. In any detection you look there’s at least one couple sucking face. Drinking games. Spin the bottle. It’s absolutely crazy.

Trick-or-treat! Hermes children pick trick! They will TP every cabin they can, scare the little ones instead of give candy. There will be a prank or jump scare every day leading up to Halloween and on Halloween the tricks just intensify.

Children of Hephaestus are traders. They build the machinery needed for Hermes Cabin trickery in exchange of immunity. They also have some of the best decorations in camp because they have steam and glowing red eyes!!! They make all the decorations themselves. Cue evil laugh. It’s all mechanical dummies designed to be as scary as possible. All the robots movements are planes and calculated to scare. Voice boxes in all of them and everything. In fact there’s this whole campaign of teens that want Chiron to allow the Hephaestus cabin to make a haunted house every year. Chiron said he’d allow it if the found a building to host it. So far they haven’t. But Leo is insistent that Bunker 9 is all they need.

Almost everyone enjoys and love Halloween, except for Hunters of Artemis. The hunters of Artemis hate Halloween becuase they think the kids in costumes are targets half the time and they’ve injured multiple children in the past. They got in trouble for this so many times that Chiron forbid them from visiting on Halloween for the rest of time.

“Boo!”

Shoots arrow

“Ahhhhh! Chiron!”

“Shit that wasn’t the real madusa?!”

Children of Hades playlist 👇

Children of Aphrodite playlist 👇

Children of Apollo playlist 👇

Children of Dionysus playlist 👇

Children of Hermes playlist 👇

Children of Hephaestus playlist 👇

Hunters of Artemis playlist 👇

[oldaccount-cheese-n-crackerjacks]

Tf2 school teachers au cause I think it would be adorable

Scout- PE teacher/baseball coach

Soldier- history teacher (misinformation only)/football coach

Engineer- wood shop/mechanics

Heavy- literature teacher

Medic- science teacher (doesn’t have a teaching degree)

Spy- French/world cultures teacher (was an esteemed professor, but has taken the job at the school for unknown reasons)

Sniper- drifter substitute that the kids think is cool cause he lives in a camper

Pyro- art and crafts class (“accidentally” burnt the entire supply of construction paper)

Demoman- chemistry teacher (just teaches the kids how to make homemade fire crackers)

Administrator - head principal

Ms Pauling - vice principal

[rafesangelita]

just realized today is pogue!sweetheart!reader’s first time celebrating mother’s day and babydaddy!rafe is making this day so memorable for her 🥺

AHHH I CAN’T TAKE IT.. i could see him waking her up with her favorite fruit, bathing her and dressing her for their little outings today (he’s taking her to get pampered), taking a million pictures of her while she’s not looking, and spoiling her rotten until they settle back in at her camper with homemade dinner and her favorite movie playing in the background ♡

[h8aaz]

✶ mikela sanchez, 18.

❝ we are all the work of your hand ❞

camp daylighted submission .ᐟ.ᐟ

mikela is your typical camp counselor; a nature lover that has millions of facts stored in her mind and her sketchbook, where she frequently draws and tapes pictures she's taken of the bright-eyed campers—when they're not scheming.

her father is a park ranger, and every year they come up to camp daylighted a month in advance to search the site and the surrounding forest for any potential disturbances or hazards. it's her favorite, as it occurs between the transition from spring to summer. plus, she's always guaranteed a counselor spot afterwards.

she's fully mexican & from texas!! (has a slight accent/drawl).

her nicknames are: mikey (will correct to this if you say her full name). key/keyster (her dad). kela (both her and emiline's families).

⚡︎︎ appearance — a mix of straight + wavy dark brown/occasionally dyed black hair, which is choppy and has various lengths, as she cuts it herself whenever she feels like it. mix of dark and honey brown eyes. lashes that have a curl but mostly fall downward. slightly bushy yet still shaped brows. bigger + rounded nose. a bit more of a defined cupids bow and bigger bottom lip (perfect for pouting when paired with her puppy-dog eyes—which emiline can't stop herself from giving into). mix of tan and lighter skin. beauty marks on her face, arms, and hands. bigger chested, curvy but hides it under baggy clothing except for a few fitted items. longer natural nails that are always unpainted and uneven. multiple piercings on ears + pierced septum. birthmark on her left leg and a scar from a deep thorn scratch on her right. a bit on the taller side. silver rings. thin homemade chain necklace. matching star tattoo with emiline on her shoulder (mikey's is bigger). jeans/shorts and converse are her go-to, easily being paired with whatever top she has on. but on a rare occasion, she'll wear a dress (its always because "melly begged me to match" ). she carries a brown paperbag full of snacks/candy to handout to the kids during the day. her iconic belt holds up her bottoms everyday (it being a gift from emiline on one of her birthdays). her camera is always hanging around her neck and her sketchbook and some pens are always in her arms or in a bag (if she remembers to bring it).

⚡︎︎ personality — confident in her oddness. extroverted. completely shameless and honest, which occasionally gets her scolded and called out for 'mean behavior', she's just not afraid to speak her mind!!. one of the sweetest souls you'll ever meet. she has a full heart for everyone and everything, which makes her a people pleaser in certain situations. adventurous. mischievous at times. daring. empathetic. always cracking jokes. imaginative.

⚡︎︎ hobbies/interests — art + photography, but give her any medium and she's fully set for the day. reading. loves to play sports even though she's bad at every game (she never understands the rules, even if you explain it 100 times). climbing, she's sat on at least every tree accessible around the camp. swimming in the lake. collecting bugs and flowers. bird watching and identifying. she's just a big nature and art girlie.

mikela is extremely excited as her childhood best friend, emiline ingram, is coming back after skipping last year. and the added factor that it's connor ingram (emiline's younger brother)'s first year, she just knows this summer will be memorable for all three of them.

one of the !readers that i'm submitting for @campdaylighted!

congratulations to my lovely @daylighted for reaching 1.5k and creating this event/universe in celebration!!! love u lia <3

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