#lola pierce

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Tumblr reminded me that 90s Shawn had a navel piercing… Now… Hear me out… Imagine if he had pierced his nipples 🫠

I AM IMAGINING. I SEE THE VISION

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femme baffy picrews anyone? ngl I'm kind of obsessed w daffy

bonus lola under the cut

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first day of high school! first day of high school!

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Dunn Family History

This post delves into the history of the Dunn family across several generations, highlighting their roles as farmers, business owners, and community members in Missouri.

By DEBORA RAGLAND BUERKWriter, Editor, and Sometimes Family Historian My Family History & the Dunns Debora Ann “Dunn” Ragland My Grandmother’s name was Margie Violet Dunn. Her parents were C.C. Dunn and Bessie Lola. Here’s what I know about the Dunn Family. Counter clockwise from upper right: Margie Violet Dunn, my grandmother. Anna Taylor, my second great-grandmother. Peggy Ann Scoles, my…

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parker's lab buddy 🕷 - p. parker

hi y'all! this is my first like piece of work so i am extremely sorry if this is so shit but i hope it's good enough for y'all to at least read to past the time! hope y'all enjoy!

summary: peter parker is ready to start his senior year but will it be fun...? genre: fluff (ish?) pairing: m!reader x peter parker (the spider-man himself) word count: 1.4K

today was a nice, brisk autumn day in the simple city queens of the great state of new york. the weather was a nice 57F, with the sky being somewhat checkered with clouds that casted nice shade for the student of midtown high. one student in particular was walking down the cluttered halls of midtown high, who himself was mr. peter parker. peter let out a blissful sigh as he was making his way towards his next class. looking around, he saw some noticeable faces. 

one face was his own right hand man, ned leeds. he was dressed in brown cargo pants and the usual muted navy blue colored hoodie his lola had gifted him last christmas. his bag was half open, but it went unnoticed as he was trying to talk to betty bryant, the head host of midtown’s broadcasting show. peter zoomed in, staring at betty’s facial expressions which did not look good whatsoever. 

rushing over, he stood behind the pair, listening in to his best friend somewhat ruin his chances with they blonde.

“and y’know- vader wasn’t really a bad guy! just heavily misunderstood!” he exclaimed, almost buzzing as he continued to ramble on his all-time favorite sci-fi movie. the blonde mindlessly nodded, snapping out of her trance as she saw the brunette make his way towards his friend. she smiled, waving at him causing ned to turn. 

“hi peter!” betty chirped, smiling at him as he returned it. she then pulled out her phone, opening her recording app as she aimed it towards the other’s mouth.

“my sources say you dropped from the school’s decathlon, why is that?” she interrogated, practically shoving her gray cased phone into his rosy lips. peter’s eyes darted towards his best friend, who sheepishly laughed as he avoided the secret hero’s gaze. 

peter chuckled, shrugging as he gripped his backpack straps, his head moving away from the phone. 

“w-well, y’know, i got a new job helping my aunt may so i kinda couldn’t really do all the things i do.” he answered, cheering himself in his head from his well-composed response.

“what things?” she pushed, raising her left eyebrow. the sudden new question made the “jumpy” teen freeze. by the change in his body language, the blonde smiled. 

as he was about to answer, the halls were filled with a piercing call that caused many students to immediately disperse. betty huffed, putting her phone away as she stared at peter and ned, who had exchanged a small glance before she leaned into ned’s face. the boy jumped, his face somewhat turning red as she eyed them both.

“i’ll figure you two out eventually.” she whispered, before turning on her heel to catch up to her other friends. 

peter let out a small sigh of relief, glad that his cover wasn’t blown. collecting his thoughts, he then turned his attention to his friend as he punched the other boy’s shoulder gently. he was still getting used to his powers after having to fight off about one petty thief last night. ned winced, rubbing his right shoulder looking at his friend.

“sources? sources, ned!” peter whisper yelled, looking around the hall to make sure they were in the clear. ned sputtered, shrugging as he gripped his soft green backpack straps. this seemed to be a habit the boys shared when they were caught. it was an easy tell for them both considering one was literally spider-man.

“i was just talking about star wars! then she was asking me on you and it slipped, promise. i would never betray my-” he looked around carefully, “superhero best friend.” ned whispered happily, nudging him. peter rolled his dark brown orbs, smirking as he nudged his friend back.

“come on, we’re gonna be late for physics.” he reminded the other, both making their way to their first class of the school year. as they made their way down the hallway, peter’s hair then stood on end on his neck. his peter tingle began to tingle, alerting him to a new ‘danger” or “disturbance” in the force. looking behind him, peter saw a student he’s never seen before. as he eyed him, peter’s senses began to almost deafen him. shaking himself out of his own head, peter made his way to class with ned with one thought in his head…

was he really gonna have to fight on his first day of school?

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as the two walked into the lab classroom, the two took a deep breath and smiled at one another. the smell of chemicals, the sights of beakers and more practically excited the two. the two saw empty tables in the back, both making a beeline towards the back.

ned made his way inside, sitting on the left side. as peter was about to slip off his backpack, his good ‘ol buddy flash thompson immediately sat himself down onto the stool, setting his checker backpack onto the floor at his feet. peter stood there dazed, looking at his friend as thompson looked up at him. he stared at him, coughing into his fist as he chuckled.

“uh, parker? i know i’m great but you can’t copy me the first day of school.” he said, chuckling at flash’s own friend who was behind ned’s seat. flash exchanged a look with ned, who was left a bit in shock but not really surprised. behind ned, a small cough was let out. turning back, he made eye contact with a burly teen, who nodded his head to the left. ned nodded, slowly removing himself from the stool. ned and peter stood a bit annoyed, yet again, not really shocked that he would pull this on the first day of school. 

the bell rang again, signaling that class was in session. the class teacher, mr. roger harrington looked at the two and only standing boys.

“uh, boys? if you wouldn’t mind taking a seat?” he hinted, both aiming at the empty seats in class. the two nodded, both now somewhat embarrassed that their first day is now off to a great start. in the middle of the class, there was an empty seat one closer to the board, next to one student and in the back, there was an empty table. peter slowly made his way to the back table, not looking back. sitting down, he had seen that ned has made his way to the other table, accidentally separating the two. mr. harrington clapped his hands, smiling at all his students as he was ready to begin his lesson.

ned’s hand shot up, hoping to ask to sit next to his partner in crime, yet mr. harrington eyed him as he let out a soft sigh.

“now ned, you know once i start my lesson, i can’t stop for anything other than necessary questions and bathroom breaks.” he reminded him, causing ned to drop his hand. the tan boy looked behind his shoulder at the other, mouthing a small “sorry” as he smiled at him. peter shook his head, chuckling as he sat in the back and took out his notebook. looking down into his bag, his hair began to stand on end again. peter’s senses shot into overdrive, making him shoot his head up. the oak door creaked opened and soon walked in the school principal. trailing behind was the same boy from earlier, with a black book bag on one shoulder. 

“oh! principal morita! what a pleasure it is to see you! happy first day of school!” mr. roger’s chirped. the principal smiled, waving “hi” to the students as he had one hand placed on his hip. stepping towards mr. harrington, morita had whispered softly about a new “transfer student.” 

the boy stood nearby the door, eyeing the two adults. while he was eyeing them, peter had his eyes on him. 

the other teenage boy seemed more calm than nervous. most kids would be at least somewhat jittery or shy, but not him. he didn’t budge at all. peter took in everything.

he noticed the boy’s skin color, the way his eye color had somewhat lightened due to the sunlight and fluorescent lights of the room. he also made a mental note on the boy’s hair color and his height. 

as he continued to stare and zone out, he was snapped out of it when he heard…

“why don’t you sit next to peter. peter, raise your hand please.” mr. harrington announced, causing the teenage hero to shake his head. peter turned red, seeing everyone’s eyes on him as he slowly raised his hand. the teacher extended his arm in parker’s direction, smiling at the new student as he trudged down the aisle. 

removing his book bag, he sat down on the stool. peter was practically laser focused on him, his hair still on end. his gut was telling him something was wrong.

sitting up right after retrieving his pencil pouch and notebook, the boy turned to the other and smiled softly. extending one hand to him, he spoke gently.

“nice to meet you peter, i’m [y/n].” 

peter didn’t smile, but darted between the hand that was towards him and his eyes. peter’s brain began to run a million scenarios in his hand and only one thought…

i guess he was going to fight on his first day of school.

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hope it was a good read! the spider man i went off of was the one you see above so everything written towards him in this piece is basically things i can get off of the actor.

i guess this is like a part by part story? i didn't wanna make it too long for my first one TT

if y'all notice any like weird continuity issues, i deeply apologize because this one takes place during the time of the first movie/vulture era and i barely remember the plot of it so i did my best

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Lola ♡

Outfit:

hair || necklace || outfit || purse || belly piercing || nails ||

shoes || toenails

Extras:

skin overlay || eye contacts || eyebrows || lipstick || lashes || eyeliner

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time skip all the way to senior year anyone?

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Shippy couch shenaningans

with @f-oighear and moi

(We're not going to admit how much time this took)

Lola: Yuno third wheeling from the back 😭😭😭 Oighear: DON'T BE SHY. SCOOT OVER! Lola: Please do! Asta Noelle won't blast you off the couch (probably...)

Yami: Prickly Queen Oighear: DON'T BE SHY. SCOOT OVER. Lola: DON'T BE SHY. SCOOT OVER. They need a shove.

Lola: Cuteness overload! I can't 🥹 Oighear: Look at the babies!

Lola: Proper... dignified... MY EYES ARE HERE! Oighear: They're trying so hard to pretend they don't know each other. 😭 Lola: As if they didn't just come back from the backroom 😭

Zora: Hey 😏 Nebra: Peasant LEAVE! Zora: You're ASKING FOR IT!

Yami: Hey Julius said it was a costume party tonight btw Fuegoleon & Nozel: serious nod At the party: Yami: BWBHWABAHAHHAHAHA Nozel: i'll kill him Fuegoleon: let's refrain

Lola: Grey don't be shy 🥺 Oighear: She is shy but she's trying not to be! fists! balled! determined!! proud of her

Oighear: She knows she looks good. He knows she looks good. Everyone knows she looks good. Just scoot over. Oighear: also Finral isn't hiding at all that he's looking. Lola: I wouldn't either.

Lola: THEM! Oighear: Nozel looks so tiny next to Jack. Lola: Little bird.

Lola: Luck! Oighear: Luck! Lola: Look how MAGNA'S SITTING! Oighear: He knows he's on the shippy couch.

Oighear: Kahono's hair is piercing the shippy couch Lola: Noelle is cheering on Idol kahono

Lola: Menspreading Oighear: Even worse because they're royals Oighear: Royalspreading.

Lola: Marx looks... big in this one... Oighear: who knew Marx was this wild. Lola: Hey I heard you are a wild one...

Oighear: They're just staring ahead 😭 Lola: They're focused on their passions!!!

Lola: It's a crackship let's make it crack Oighear: I HAVE FANCY ZORA Oighear: YOU SWIMSUIT UP YOUR GAUCHE

patri: so this is what a squad is patri: uninteresting william: *exists* patri: patri: i'll stay

Oighear: 'let's hold hands' is out, 'let's hold wings' is in

Oighear: look at them sit. none of them know how to sit. also yami is staring at that leg Lola: Jack is just... He's all legs. Lola: You stare and there's a 90% perfect chance you'll land on legs.

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POSTED! We did it! @f-oighear!!! Only way too much time spent on BCM to create this masterpiece of a post.

I hope everyone enjoys their favorite cc x cc ships hanging out on the shippy couch 😂

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color me purple ♡ part one

 ✄ - - - -   part 1 , part 2 , part 3   - - - - soundtrack - - - - ♡

synopsis: it’s summer and you’re back at camp stillwater. as a counselor you mean serious business and you’ll do whatever it takes for your cabin to come out on top. the only thing in the way of that; ellie williams and her crazy antics. 

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 3.3k

      | ❀ | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, some fluff + some angst (for now), marijuana use, pet names (doll, princess, hun), light sexual themes, swearing, mentions of blood (reader gets bloody nose), mentions of age (reader and ellie are both said to be 20 but feel free to change it in ur head lol)

a/n: feeling so summer lately i just had to write this. living vicariously through reader cause like why tf am i not having a summer camp gay awakening. this series is just 3 parts but it is sweet as pie so pls enjoy!!! i love you all dearly ♡~ lola

The blinding sun beamed down on your bare skin. Normally the sweltering heat would bother you more, but the excitement of your first day back at camp was more than enough to distract you from the outlandish temperatures. You barreled down the grassy hill, duffle bag in hand, revealing the large wooden arch that spelled out the words CAMP STILLWATER.

The grounds were bustling with counselors and caretakers preparing for the arrival of campers later that evening. Everyone was dressed in color coded garments that signaled what cabin group they belonged to. You were dressed in red, head of cabin 12. Your sheer, white ringer tee read “Staff” and was hemmed with strips of crimson. To match, a pair of red booty shorts with white stretching down the sides. They were just long enough to cover your plush cheeks until naturally riding up as you walked to reveal the crease where ass meets thigh. To top it off, knee high socks striped with the same exact red. You were fucking adorable.

Nature crunched under your sneakers as you practically skipped down the trail headlining it to your cabin. As you reached the steps a very familiar voice called out your name.

“Well, well, well, look who it is. Cabin neighbors, once again. Did ya miss me doll?”

“Ellie fucking Williams, don’t flatter yourself. I’ve been praying all week that I wouldn’t get stuck with your dumbass again. But, here we are.” You rolled your eyes in a dramatic fashion putting an emphasis on your obvious sarcasm. This would be your 3rd summer bunking next door to your biggest rival Ellie Williams.

Although you and Ellie weren’t truly enemies, she did get on your nerves, and you got on hers. This fed into a mutual sarcastic bit that you guys have continued to carry out for years. You’d think by 20 years old the two of you would’ve grown out of these childish antics, but it was secretly one of your favorite parts of the summer. 

Ellie gave a half-assed chuckle, “you can never escape me.”

“Oh yes I can!” You whipped your head around, excusing yourself from the conversation and climbed up the weathered steps of your cabin. Ellie gawked as she watched you depart, your thighs giggling with each step. Her piercing green eyes always found their way to your body, but only when she thought you wouldn’t notice.

You entered the barren room and didn't even take the time to unpack before you started adorning the walls with themed decor and tying red ribbons in your hair. Cabin 12 always thrived with spirit when you were there. You took your role as camp counselor seriously and took the competitiveness even more seriously.

Camp Stillwater ran on a point system, and at the end of the summer the cabin with the most wins a trophy. The girls from your cabin were always finishing first in the tournament games, but when they didn’t, it was Ellie’s stupid blue campers who were swooping in to steal the victory. It drove you crazy. Last summer you came second to her and you were determined to never let it happen again. You began speaking to the empty room as if trying to somehow manifest these dreams into reality.

“This year cabin 12 will finish the summer with the most points.”

“Talking to yourself again?” You jumped at the sound of Ellie, not noticing that she had been lurking in the doorway. She was only there for a moment, but didn’t feel like announcing herself, too busy enjoying you running around like an excited puppy, spouting off about victory. Ellie had always admired your high spirits and go-getter attitude. A ray of light emitted from you constantly and she loved to bask in its glory. But, of course, she’d never let it be known.

“God Ellie you can’t just sneak up on me like that!”

“Sorry princess but the warden wants everyone at the mess hall like now. Come on slacker!” You noticed the change of clothes on Ellie, she was now adorned in a T-shirt just like yours but with blue details rather than red. Her auburn hair was pulled into a messy half-up, half-down, she always wore it like that when it started getting hot.

“Shut up, I'm not a slacker!! I’m just busy going above and beyond for my campers.” you argued, a pout forming on your lips. Ellie always knew how to press your buttons.

“You really wanna win this year huh?” She moved into your space, tilting her head with a cocky smirk. 

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“And you really think I’m gonna let that happen?” she teased.

“You’re so annoying Ellie. You can do whatever you want, but I will be winning” You jutted your head forward dramatically in an attempt at intimidation. Ellie rolled her eyes.

“Right… let’s just get going before we’re late and they don’t let you counsel at all” Ellie grabbed your hand and pulled, urging you to follow. Feeling her warm, calloused hand in yours, you almost didn’t want to let go. But, you did.

The mess hall was lined with strings of wooden picnic tables, all connecting to create a sense of community when it was filled with campers. Flags cascaded the walls, each a different color with a number, representing the teams. A large case expanded across the back wall, filled with trophies from years before. The corners of your mouth upturned with anticipation of the summer to come. Your thoughts were soon interrupted by an amplified voice booming from a megaphone. Holding said megaphone was the warden, Mrs. Campbell.

“Alright ladies! Tonight is the night! You all know what to do so go ahead and file out to find your campers!!” You and Ellie exited out the back of the building, heading to the camp entrance. A swarm of girls’ chatting and screams grew louder as staff united with them. One of your favorite parts about Camp Stillwater was the lack of boys. You felt safe, and you loved the idea of getting to empower all these young impressionable women.

You held up a sign signaling your cabin number and a single file line began forming in front of you. You handed each of your girls red ribbons (matching the ones in your own hair) as a personal touch, trying to foster a bond right from the start. Meanwhile, Ellie stood around for her campers dapping them up, giving off the perfect “chill counselor” vibe. You found the lack of discipline a little obnoxious but to each their own. 

That night Stillwater kicked off camp with a bonfire complete with goodies for smores. You sat, knees together on the rough log, feeling as it left imprints of the bark on your bare thighs. Ellie sat just one log over goofing off with some other staff members, shooting an occasional glance at you.

The plastic bag of graham crackers crinkled as you ripped it open to begin assembling your late night snack. The hot air had turned cool with the lack of sun, but the preceding heat lingered in the melted chocolate you attempted to pass out. You stared as the sticky mallow and sweet liquid coco coated your fingers, inviting golden crumbs to join in. Ellie observed you deciding how to handle the mess, and with just a few seconds of thought, watched you stick your sugary soaked fingers straight in your mouth. A surge of guilt hit Ellie, noticing how much your licking troubled her. She clenched her thighs together and decided sweets just weren't for her.

With your hunger satisfied, the bonfire burned bright and you droned off getting lost in the flicker of the flames. Just then, you see a familiar Ellie in your peripherals wandering to the woods. Curious, you peeled your sticky legs from where you sat and got up to follow. You trailed behind her struggling to conceal your presence due to the snapping twigs under your feet. Ellie snaked her body back to acknowledge you and your obviousness. She loved to tease.

“Stalker much?” 

“God, you wish I was stalking you, Williams.” 

“So why are you following me then? Trying to catch me breakin’ the rules?” she questioned, half joking, half not. Continuing your follow, the two of you reached a more secluded part of the forest and Ellie halted.

“If you don’t want me to catch you, then maybe you should stop breaking rules. Ever think of that?” you taunted.

“Whatever Nancy Drew.” And with that, Ellie reached into her pocket pulling out a freshly rolled joint.

“You gonna bust me?” she teased before you quickly slapped the drugs out of her hands and into the moist dirt below.

“ELLIE!!!” you scolded her like she was a camper.

“Hey what the hell dude?!” she reached down to retrieve the now dirty joint and began to light it. A panicked look washed over your face and your eyes darted around, surveying for any possible company. God forbid you let this girl get you in trouble.

“I should be saying what the hell to you! Smoking on the job? So much for setting a good example… God, Ellie!” You palmed your face not sure how to proceed. In spite of your make believe beef, Ellie was your friend and you didn’t want to tattle. On the other hand though, the goodie two shoes and competitive freak inside wanted so badly to expose Ellie's naughty behavior. With her out of the picture, you could finish this summer out with a win. But, if you were being honest with yourself, camp wouldn’t be the same without her.

“Sorry, sorry. I know” Ellie shook her head at the ground pretending to be ashamed but she couldn’t have cared less. She knew you’d never tell, so on she went with her scheming.

“You wanna hit though?” 

“Ellie!!” This time you gave a blow to her exposed bicep, really trying to lay the guilt on thick.

“Come onnnn. This is your 3rd year here, you’ve gotta loosen up at some point. Just one hit? Please, for me?” Ellie flashed you the most annoying puppy dog eyes and a devilish smirk already anticipating your answer. Growing up you found it easy to resist peer pressure, you’ve always thought of yourself as a rule follower, but when it came to Ellie she always knew what to say to push you to the edge. She was such an instigator and you fell for her act every damn time.

“Fine… one hit.” She practically shoved the weed in your hands in excitement as you reluctantly gave in. Ellie always had so much fun chipping away at that good girl exterior you worked so hard to uphold. You then took a slow drag and passed it back to her. You fixated on her wet lips as they placed themselves around the joint. She took a quick inhale before an amused look spread across her face.

“Cherry?” Already feeling the high, you gave Ellie a puzzled look, not understanding what she meant. 

“Your lipgloss hun” She gestured to the pink stain rimming the tip of the joint.

Your face flushed red, “shit sorry.” You dug your foot into the ground and gave your lips a lick, recalling the fruity flavor.

“S’all good, I liked the taste” She replied, making your face turn a shade redder, almost matching the shorts that hugged your curves. Ellie would remember this moment, the taste of your lipgloss felt like a brush with destiny. Already assimilating the flavor to memory, she imagined her lips on yours and that cherry taste lingering in an exchange of saliva. God Ellie!! Stop being a perv and shut the fuck up!!

As one of the few masculine girls at camp, she was practically drowning in women, but her fixation with you prevented anything past a casual hook up. And casual hook up she did- with at least a fourth of the staff. Understandably, things got desperate being stuck at camp for 2 months straight. It’s not like you had the privacy to rub one out while sleeping in a room full of occupied bunk beds. But, with Ellie being a known player, you personally hadn’t thought twice about getting involved, despite the occasional butterflies. Bullying each other was more fun anyways.

Finally, Ellie finally finished off the joint, letting you take a couple more hits in between hers. She stomped the roach out into the moist ground making sure to put out any remaining embers. Her long stride pointed in the direction of the light filled cabins before you stopped her. With weed now rampant in your system, you weren’t ready for the night to end. 

“Waitttt, stopppp, we can’t go nowww!” You grabbed Ellie’s wrist leading her back into the darkness, straight towards the lake.

“What? You wanna hangout with me all of the sudden?”

“I- I wanna swim…” you mumbled, almost afraid to hear it come out of your mouth. One of the most important rules at Camp Stillwater was no swimming after dark. Ellie almost gasped hearing you propose such a mischievous idea. 

“Rulebreaker! Rulebreaker!” she chanted, almost falling over with laughter. Inside though, Ellie was kicking her feet at the thought of having a late night swim with her favorite girl. 

“Come on Els, you’re the one who told me to live a little. Pleaseeee!!” You bat your long lashes like a cartoon character but there was no need to beg as Ellie was already on board. She loved corrupting you.

“I’ll race you!!” She shouted before dashing through the trees, kicking up dirt with each long stride. Of course she turned it into a competition, and you bolted right after her trying to catch up.

Neither of you even stopped to breathe as you reached the edge of the lake. Instead shirts, shorts, and shoes all flying off your bodies landing amongst the greenery, desperate to get your sweaty bodies into the cool, evening waters. As you dived in, a sense of euphoria washed over your body along with the deep blue ripples of H2O. Ellie’s head rose out of the water 2nd. She slicked her wet hair back and gave you a toothy smile that was to die for. You giggled at the sight, everything seeming a bit more silly while under the influence. 

“Having fun princess?” she questioned, cheeks full.

“Yeah I am,” you smiled back, “I don’t think the fact that I’m breaking like 5 different rules has hit me yet.”

“Enough with the rules, let's have fun!” Ellie dove back into the water circling around your smooth legs. She took ur skin between her pointer and thumb, giving you little pinches like some sort of sea creature. You kicked and squirmed in reaction causing Ellie to shoot back up from her underwater adventure.

“Fuck off!” you shoved her bare shoulder with a teasing force. She put her hands up surrendering to your irritation. Her veiny arms glistened with lake water and your eyes wandered before getting stuck on the large tattoo adorning her forearm.

“Hey, that wasn’t there last summer.” you gestured to her.

“Yeah, uh, I got it a few months ago”

“It looks good,” you paused, “can I touch?” Ellie offered out her inked limb to you. It rested in your left hand and you used your right to trace the linework. Water droplets collected with each gentle brush of your fingertips. Goosebumps followed your delicate touch and Ellie's face turned red with enjoyment. 

“S’pretty” you said, noticing a blush growing across your own face. You glanced off into the distance at the silence. The thick forest trees and bright stars urged you to take in a deep, pollution free inhale. Ellie broke the moment of zen to speak.

“Turn around.” she demanded. You obliged immediately despite her unknown intentions. You felt her hot breath on your neck and sudden skin-to-skin contact. She hooked her long fingers around your wet locks of hair, moving them across your back to one side. A chill radiated down your spine

“What are you doing Ellie?” you whispered. The closeness you shared and the now still lake, cloaked with haze, sent a hush over the both of you. 

“Guess what I’m drawing” she whispered back. You scrunched up your shoulders in response to her vibrations hitting at your pulse. The feeling of her rough fingers met your back and began tracing symbols. You attempted to focus on her movements but it proved hard to decipher the message when she felt so close. Despite knowing Ellie for a long time, the two of you had never had this much prolonged touch. It ignited a feeling that you weren’t sure how to get control of. The silence hinted at your cluelessness.

“Here I’ll do it again,” she said, drawing out "I ♡ U” once more across your back.

“Fuck, I dont know. A dick?” You turned back to face Ellie questioning her with a giggle. Her face was littered with disappointment before quickly concealing it from you with a big splash of water. The tender moment was lost. She went along with your answer, lying through her teeth. 

“Fine, you got me freak! It was a dick.” You splashed Ellie back harder, amused by her childish humor. The water slinging continued until you both became absolutely winded and ready to climb in bed. Oh fuck, bed...

“ELLIE, OH MY GOD, CURFEW!” you practically squealed before switching to breaststroke and heading towards land. Ellie snapped out of this little dream and followed after you.

You frantically threw on your clothes over your now soaked bra and panties. Wet spots began seeping through your shorts as you fiddled with your sneakers. Your wet feet swirled in the dirt below, caking them with the mud of your making. You vetoed the shoes and bolted towards the cabins completely barefoot. You were so focused on getting back that you hardly even noticed the branches and rocks assaulting your skin.

“FUCK WAIT UP!!” Ellie yelled, just feet behind you. As you looked back to acknowledge her request your ankle caught on a huge log that littered the forest's path. Your balance was thrown and your face went plummeting straight into the ground, hitting a dull rock on its way down. Ellie’s pace doubled as she jumped to your rescue. She fell to her knees by your side giving you support as you lifted yourself up. Looking down, your hands were dirty, stuck wood chips pressed into the skin. You dusted them off against each other, seemingly fine.

“Bro, oh my god, are you okay??” Ellie pestered, worried out of her mind. 

“I think, yeah. It was honestly more embarrassing than painful.” you gave a light chuckle before looking up from the ground when suddenly a gush of liquid escaped your nose. Your finger dipped into the steady flow and you took note of the deep red now covering them.

“Just great.” you rolled your eyes. Ellie had the most concerned look on her face despite your injury being a simple bloody nose.

“We’ve gotta get you to the nurse like now!”

“Ellie chill, I’d rather not have an encounter with authority while I'm high as fuck and out past curfew.” You never thought you'd be saying that sentence.

“Fine, at least take this.” Ellie handed you a crumpled up tissue she had retrieved from her athletic shorts and you shoved it up your nose halting the flow.

Returning to the main area of the campgrounds felt like a walk of shame. You were drenched, muddy, and decorated in your own blood, and Ellie looked just as bad. Eventually the two of you reached your neighboring cabins and there waiting in between the steps of 11 and 12 was Warden Campbell. Fuck.

 ✄ - - - -   part 1 , part 2 , part 3   - - - - masterlist - - - - ♡

[dystopicjumpsuit]

OC Sunday: Cerra Kilian, your friendly neighborhood traitor to the Empire

Whether you need to repair a hyperdrive, infiltrate an Imperial base, or get absolutely kriffed up in the entertainment district, Cerra is your girl. GAR supply officer, turned deserter, turned full-time rebel. With a seemingly endless array of unsavory contacts and absolutely no moral qualms about sourcing supplies via questionable means, Cerra can get whatever you need, from expired ration bars to decommissioned GAR medical equipment. All that, and the odds of her deciding to adopt you are only about 60%!

Look at me. I’m the captain big sister now. Art by me 🩵

More info below the cut! Content warning for non-descriptive violence and spoilers for Stars Beyond Number.

Overview

Name: Cerra Kilian

Birth year/age: born 48 BBY; 31-32 at time of Stars Beyond Number

Species: Human

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: bi/pan

Home planet: Corellia

Current location: Coruscant

Occupation: military supply officer (deserted); full-time traitor

Affiliation: Corellian Military Defense Force; Grand Army of the Republic; Clone Underground

Alignment: Chaotic good

Family: CT-5555 “Fives” (husband; deceased); Admiral Shoan Kilian (uncle); Lorn and Vianne Kilian (parents, estranged)

Physical characteristics

Height: 5’10”/178 cm

Eyes: brown

Hair: black (shaved)

Skin: brown

Tattoos/piercings/identifying marks: full sleeve tattoo on left arm; multiple piercings in ears; large shrapnel scar on left thigh

Personal history 

Cerra was born on Corellia, the daughter of Lorn and Vianne Kilian. Vianne, her mother, had joined the Corellian Military Defense force as a mechanic, as it was one of the only avenues to escape the Corellian underworld slums where she was born. She eventually married Lorn, whose family had a longstanding tradition of service in the CMDF. 

Cerra joined the CMDF at the age of sixteen, serving as a supply officer for ten years before the outbreak of the Clone Wars. At that time, the CMDF was absorbed into the Grand Army of the Republic, and Cerra was assigned to the 501st Legion, serving under General Anakin Skywalker. While serving as supply officer on the Resolute, Cerra became friends with Captain Rex, Jesse, and Kix, along with many other clones in the 501st and beyond. 

It is also where she first met Fives, who visited the supply office weekly to submit requests for candy. Every single request was denied, and eventually, Cerra ordered a crate of sweets to be delivered with her personal supplies, then passed it on to Fives, who distributed it to the entire battalion. She never told Fives that she’d paid for it, but he figured it out (of course). After the Battle of Kamino, Fives stopped by the supply office one last time before he shipped out for ARC training. That was the first time Cerra kissed him.

When the Resolute was destroyed at the Battle of Sullust, Cerra was on the bridge. She helped as many wounded as she could into the escape pods, including Admiral Wullf Yularen as well as several clones. She was on her way to her own escape pod when she was caught in an explosion and hit in the leg by shrapnel. A shiny she’d helped into a different escape pod that was at maximum capacity jumped out and dragged her inside, then launched the pod, staying behind on the Resolute and sacrificing his life to save her. She never knew who he was, so she had a blank Phase 2 helmet added to the tattoo sleeve on her left arm when she’d recovered from her injuries.

After Sullust, Cerra was reassigned to a different unit, serving on the Ro-ti-Mundi until the Battle of Coruscant. She stayed in touch with her friends in the 501st, taking every opportunity to spend time with them whenever leave schedules permitted. In particular, she and Fives commed each other as frequently as possible, though his ARC duties prevented them from seeing each other again until just after his mission to Lola Sayu, where Echo was presumed dead. At that point, Fives and Cerra began a relationship.

The Battle of Umbara was the turning point for the pair. The treachery of Pong Krell shook Fives’s faith in the Jedi as well as the Republic, and he told Cerra that their lives were too short and too uncertain not to seize their chance at happiness while they could. He asked her to marry him, proposing with a ring he’d carved out of plastoid armor. Despite the ban on clone marriages, Cerra didn’t hesitate, and the two married in secret. When she met Tup after Umbara, she forged a close bond with him and quickly came to see him as a younger brother. He was the only witness to Fives and Cerra’s marriage, and the only person who ever knew about it.

And then came the Battle of Ringo Vinda. 

In the months following Fives and Tup’s deaths, Cerra threw herself into working with Kix to try to discover what had happened. They were close to a breakthrough when Kix disappeared. Utterly disillusioned, with her faith in the Republic and the GAR shattered, Cerra abandoned her post following the Battle of Coruscant.

Her family did not understand. Her parents felt that she had disgraced the family by deserting, and after a disastrous visit home to Corellia, Cerra returned to Coruscant and disappeared into the underworld.

Until one day, several weeks after the fall of the Republic, Rex knocked on her door.

Personality

Fiercely loyal, sarcastic, competent (with a healthy dose of imposter syndrome), protective to a fault. Once Cerra decides she likes someone, she adopts them. They’re hers now. She's keeping them. And she’ll make sure everybody else in the group is nice to them, too—or else. Despite being an only child, she has strong older sister energy, which occasionally causes her to clash with the people she cares about.

She is pathologically opposed to displaying negative emotions in a healthy way; if she’s feeling anger or grief, she’s likely to shut down or hide rather than talk about it. After Fives’s death, she became withdrawn and reticent, not even trusting her closest friends with all of her secrets. But underneath her durasteel-reinforced-with-beskar walls, the same fierce, loyal heart still beats.

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You can read about Cerra’s adventures in my Tup x Reader short fic “Do It Again” (NSFW), and you can find out what happened after Rex knocked on her door in my complete longfic Stars Beyond Number (sequel in progress but will not be posted until it is fully written). You can read her GAR Datafile here.

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[noyin]

Artfight 2024!! By order of appearance, left to right, going down:

[REDACTED] - @trix-or-treatz

Alsaeri - @the-puppeteers-studio

Fumi - @pancakesr4theweak

Cen - @birdsongisland

Ciel - @estelle-the-witch

Libby - @deostyx

Tallulah - @chromatoghosts

Phoebe - @chronophobica

Marguerite - @ euphoriusdesign (on Instagram)

Madeline - @meowthefluffy

Valerie - @explosionbob

Nysiades - @smxlpotato

Suwan & Falko - @arkquackie

Hunter - @ whalerscider (on Instagram)

Deia'nira - @lvivskis

Lola Montoya - @ crack.in.the.sky (on Instagram)

Florence - @ artamirite (on Artfight)

Pierce - @ skyjanquest (on Instagram)

Euphemia - @a-nybodys

Noodlehead, Irina, & Pörg - @melonmoth-art

[missjanjie]

Drop a Heart, Break a Name | Lydori

Title: Drop a Heart, Break a Name Summary: Kori has everything in place to attend a Taylor Swift themed night at a local bar. But after misreading the website, she finds herself in the middle of punk night. Lydia is the lead singer in the band performing that night. It's an unlikely case of lust at first sight, but nothing is more punk than subverting expectations. Word Count: 1672 Relationship(s): Lydori (Lydia B. Kollins/Kori King) Rating: T Read on AO3

Suzie looked around with furrowed brows. “Are you sure you got the right date? This is… not the vibe I was expecting.” She paused for a moment before adding, “But I think I actually prefer it.”

Kori looked around and realized she stuck out like a sore thumb. While she was dressed in a pink mini-skirt and her ‘Eras Tour’ t-shirt, with her wrist adorned with several brightly colored beaded bracelets, everyone around her wore mostly black with the occasional splash of red or purple with all sorts of spiky or shiny accessories. “Not as sure as I was ten minutes ago, I’ll tell you that much.”

The bar was by far Kori’s favorite. It was a queer bar that had a themed night twice a month. When she saw that there was a Taylor Swift-themed night, she was planning her look without a second thought. Convincing Suzie took a little more effort, but it worked. But nothing about the atmosphere matched up to what she had anticipated. So, she went up to the bar and asked, “What’s tonight’s theme, again? Oh, and can I get a tequila soda?”

“Punk night. Why, you got lost?” The bartender didn't have any malice in her tone, especially since she recognized her as a regular. That was probably why when she returned with her drink, she added, “Swiftie night is the last Friday of the month, not the first. You should stick around though, a new local band is performing.”

“The one on the flyer?” Suzie chimed in, “LOLA, ‘cause of their initials. I’ve seen them before, they’re good,” she remarked, hoping to convince her friend to stick it out. 

Kori shrugged and handed her card over to start a tab. “Sure, I’m already here. Might as well.” 

As she was sipping her drink, the music playing from the speakers died down, and a brief moment of microphone feedback was heard. She was barely paying attention but looked up when the first song started, and her eyes locked on the singer. “Goddamn,” she exhaled, lips parted as she was captivated in awe. 

The singer was small in stature but had a presence that demanded attention. She had jet black hair and piercing blue eyes that had Kori hypnotized. She vaguely recognized the song she was singing, but she was pretty certain she would sit and listen to this girl read the phone book. 

“That’s Lydia,” Suzie told her, knowing her friend’s type well enough to figure out what had suddenly captured her attention. 

Kori couldn’t even be mad at how easily she was called out, grinning and shaking her head. “How do you know I was staring at her and not just enjoying the music?”

“Bitch, don’t insult my intelligence like that.” 

She pouted, turning to order another drink before looking back to her friend. “Okay, fine, she’s hot. Do you think I should talk to her between sets? I don’t know if I’m her type.”

Suzie shrugged as she stirred her drink with a straw. “Only one way to find out, right?”

The band performed the rest of their first setlist and left the stage, which put Kori on high alert. Every few moments, her eyes would scan the crowd, searching for the singer. Her patience paid off after nearly ten minutes when she saw Lydia take the barstool next to her and order a screwdriver. “You guys sound great up there. Have you played here before?” 

“No, this is our debut,” Lydia answered, then looked her over. “Is… that,” she gestured to Kori’s outfit, “on purpose? Like to make a counter-culture statement?”

Kori laughed and shook her head. “I wish I was that smart. I read the website wrong and thought it was gonna be Swiftie night. But I didn’t get all dolled up for nothing, so I wasn’t about to leave.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad you decided to stick around,” she replied with a wink. A small smirk lingered as her lips pursed around her straw as she took a sip of her drink. 

And Kori did not know it was possible to be envious of a straw until now, where her gaze was fixed on Lydia’s lips, the traces of her wine-red lipstick visible as she set the glass down on the counter. She was transfixed, enough so that it took her a minute to realize that Lydia had asked her a question. “Sorry, what?”

Lydia couldn’t help but laugh. “I asked for your name, girl.” 

Her face heated up as she forced out a breath of a laugh. “Oh, um. It’s Kori. You’re Lydia, right? I’m not a stalker or anything. Um, my friend–” She looked around, only to realize that Suzie had moved several seats down and left her to fend for herself. “Wherever she is, she told me.”

She let out a laugh as she downed the rest of her drink and signaled for the bartender to bring them each another one. “If you were here to stalk me, you’d be doing a pretty shitty job, considering how much you stand out from the crowd.”

“You’re not wrong,” she conceded. “And if I knew you were here, I would’ve dressed to impress.”

“I was impressed by the audacity,” Lydia retorted, glancing down when she felt her phone vibrate. “I gotta go get ready for the next set, but I’ll keep an eye out for you, Kori.” With a grin, she got off the stool and disappeared to the back, immediately met with the inquisitive looks from her bandmates. “What now?”

“Girl, you said you were gonna grab a drink, how the hell did that take twenty minutes?” Onya asked with a raised brow. Without waiting for an answer, she followed up with, “Alright, what bitch were you hitting on?”

“That’s a little presumptuous,” she scoffed, but her friends knew her better than that, so she promptly gave in. “There was this girl, she came for Taylor Swift night but got the dates mixed up, so she kinda stood out. She intrigued me, so I had to talk to her.”

“In other words, she saw a bodied down femme and lost all sense of time and space,” Lexi laughed. 

Lydia pouted, mainly because she was right. She had a type and Kori fit it. “She was sitting right there at the bar, what was I supposed to do, not talk to her?”

“Wait, wait,” Onya snapped her fingers. “Didn’t we learn a couple Taylor Swift songs when we played at Ari’s sister’s birthday?”

“Are you seriously gonna swap out our setlist to help Lydia get laid?” Arrietty asked.

Lexi rolled her eyes. “We only play covers at these gigs anyway, we can swap one song out and just make it sound more punk. C’mon, let our girl get topped by a swiftie, if not for the fact that we can hold her being down bad for one against her forever.”

Lydia opened her mouth to defend herself, but nothing Lexi said was wrong, and she did make a compelling argument in her favor. “Exactly, and we can put it at the end anyway.”

-

Moments after Lydia had left, Suzie returned to the stool on the opposite side of Kori. “Is this more than you bargained for yet?”

Kori furrowed her brows. “What?”

She scoffed. “Fall Out Boy. Come on, King, if you wanna impress this girl, you gotta at least act like you have the basics down?”

“So you want me to be a poser? That’s not very punk, Suzie.” 

“I’m trying to help you here, bitch. You were practically drooling over her, you’re gonna need to do something to seal the deal,” she countered. “She seemed into you, though. At least you have that working in your favor.”

Kori smirked and finished her drink. “If she was already into me, I don’t think I need to worry about getting all her music references. I just like how she sounds when she sings, gonna sound even better when she’s moaning for me instead.”

“You’re disgusting,” Suzie laughed and shook her head before they both turned to watch the band’s second set. 

Once the set was nearing its end, Lydia exchanged glances with her band, confirming their new plan was still on track. “This last song… is just to make sure everyone feels included.” She looked towards the bar and met Kori’s gaze, giving her a wink before they started playing. 

Even with the genre shift, Kori recognized ‘I Knew You Were Trouble’ within the first few notes. Luckily, the crowd seemed amused by the surprise song, as Kori wasn’t the only one cheering and singing along. But she was the one cheering the loudest by the time the song ended.

“That must be her,” Lexi whispered to Onya, both glancing in Kori’s direction with attempted subtlety. “That checks.” 

Lydia, of course, had tuned out her bandmates entirely. Once they were offstage, she was heading right back towards Kori. “See? Now your look didn’t go to waste.”

Kori looped her arm around her, settling her hand on her hip. “I’ve never had someone dedicate a song to me before. Got me swooning like a teenager over here.” She thought for a moment about how she wanted to make her next move, but decided just to go for it. “You got anything else you need to do with your band, or can I take you home?”

“I just need to grab my bag,” she replied, trying not to let too much excitement peek through. “What about your friend?”

“She probably already called her girlfriend to pick her up, we’re good.”

Lydia wrapped both arms around Kori’s waist, gazing up at her. “In that case, just give me five minutes.” Before Kori could reply, she leaned up and pressed a quick but deep kiss to her lips. “Wait here,” she instructed before leaving to get her things.

Kori closed her tab in the meantime. “You know,” she remarked to the bartender, “This is the best mistake I’ve ever made.”

[pupsmailbox]

DEATH︰REAPER ID PACK

NAMES︰ abaddon. achlys. acrimony. adrienne. agnes. ajax. altar. ambrosia. angel. annika. apollo. ash. atticus. autopsesse. autopsette. autopsie. autopsy. azrael. bellona. blair. blaise. bones. brains. bram. cadaver. caddie. cain. carrion. casimir. casper. cassius. catalyst. catrina. charon. ciaran. claud. claude. claudia. coraline. cryonic. damion. dawn. deathe. deathesse. deathette. decease. demise. desdemona. desmodus. dolores. doom. draven. drow. edward. emeric. engel. ephraim. ether. ethereal. eve. exigent. fatesse. fatette. gareth. grave. graves. gravesse. grim. grime. grimes. grimesse. grimm. grimme. gwendolyn. hades. jesper. kilian. laud. lilith. lily. lola. lorelai. lucien. lucifer. lurk. macabre. maggot. magnus. mallory. mara. marie. marion. marionnette. martyrdom. mel. monody. morena. morgan. morganna. morgue. moribund. mort. morte. mortesse. morticia. mortimer. mortis. mortisse. mortuary. mortue. mortum. muer. murdock. myrtle. nikola. noire. noirette. nox. orpheus. perdita. perish. persephone. perseus. phantom. pierce. plague. plaguette. plaugesse. pluto. priscill. pyre. ran. reaper. reapesse. reapette. rhys. rigorre. rose. sacrifesse. scy. scythe. scythette. selene. seraph. sic. smierc. specter. thanatos. thorn. vacuous. valentine. vamp. vampyr. vendetta. vessel. victor. viktor. vincent. wounde. woundesse.

PRONOUNS︰ abyss/abyss. angel/angel. bite/bite. blade/blade. blood/blood. bo/bone. bone/bone. brain/brain. bur/burial. cad/cadaver. ci/cir. coffin/coffin. cor/corpse. crow/crow. dae/daem. dae/daemon. dea/death. dead/dead. death/death. decay/decay. dem/demise. die/dire. doom/doom. dust/dust. end/ending. fang/fang. fatality/fatality. fate/fatal. fog/fog. fright/fright. gho/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. gore/gore. grave/grave. grave/yard. graveyard/graveyard. gri/grief. grief/grief. grim/grim. guide/guided. holy/holy. hunt/hunt. ick/ick. kill/kill. leth/lethal. lo/loss. morbid/morbid. mort/mort. mortician/mortician. mourn/mourn. necro/necrom. night/night. omen/omen. pain/pain. para/paranormal. per/perish. plague/plague. reap/reap. reap/reaper. reaper/reaper. rebirth/rebirthed. rot/rot. rot/rotten. sacrifice/sacrifice. scy/sycthe. scythe/scythe. skull/skull. slay/slay. soul/soul. spec/spectral. suff/suffer. thy/thy. tomb/entombed. tomb/tomb. tragic/tragic. vamp/vamp. wilt/wilt. wound/wound. zomb/zomb. ☠️ . ⚰️ . ⛓️ . 👻 . 💀 . 🩸.

[lolasimms]

Hiii Lola how you've been? Hope you're alright, sweetie, sending love to ya! ♡

I was thinking the other day about modern!abby being outside doing some stuff and immediately sees like a plushie or something that she knows reader would love so she buys it and she is like "I thought about you when I saw this so I bought it, you like it?" Looking at reader with her pretty eyes and a tiny pout on her lips but when reader almost scream of joy she smiles and looks at her all full of love! 💌🧸

– saia ୨୧

Strawberry Shortcake - Abby x reader

Hey Saia, I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to your ask. Thank you for it though <3

Throughout your relationship both you and Abby made it a habit to spontaneously gift each other. It started off when you’d both confessed that one of your many love languages was gift giving, so when you realised she would like your gifting and she vice versa, you both went ham. Though Abby always felt self conscious in the things she’d choose to buy, partly due to her partners in the past always finding her gifts “too considerate” or “too practical.”

You however always loved that whenever Abby bought you something it was straight from the heart. She was never one to buy an item for you simply because of the brand name or the price, she prided herself on knowing you, knowing what you liked. Abby was always considerate, that was evident in all she did for you.

Today like any other, Abby had finished up a few classes and then headed to the store to run some errands. The store cart was filled with vegetables, fruit, a selection of yoghurts, your favourite spreads, rustic loaves and a little bottle of wine. Once she was satisfied, she’d crossed out the items she’d already gotten before heading to the hygiene isle to get the last items on her list. She was a very precise shopper, the kind who had a list and always made sure to stick to it. Unless of-course, she saw something that you might like.

So when she mistakenly took the wrong turn into the toys and plushies isle, her attention was immediately diverted when she spotted a strawberry shortcake plushie that just screamed you. All thoughts of going off the list were thrown out the window when she imagined the look on your face when you see the plushie of your favourite cartoon character. The one that you’d told her so much about. She even remembers the time you’d excitedly made her watch a few episodes when you found out it had gone to streaming.

She grabbed the soft plushie taking in its bright red hair, rosy cheeks, scattered freckles. She was cute and sweet, just like you her little strawberry. Once she’d gotten home she felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling within her stomach. She was sure you’d love it, but she always had the tendency to second guess herself.

“I’m back!” She calls out, placing the crotchet grocery bag you’d made for the house, on the kitchen island before moving into the living area to find you.

“Hey baby.” You smile, lying on the couch with your laptop across your legs. You shut it, before making your way over to her. Her arms are suspiciously folded behind her back, but you ignore that and wrap your arms around her neck.

“I might’ve gotten you something.” She gives you that cute shy smile she always does when she’s done something sweet.

“Abby, you know you don’t have to always get me stuff whenever you leave the house!” You squeak, pinching her reddening cheeks and then kissing them.

“I know, but I wanted to. I really think you’ll like it.” She removes her hands from behind her back to reveal the plush and immediately you let out an ear piercing squeal.

“Abby!!!! It’s…”

“Strawberry Shortcake.” “STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE.” You both say in unison, yours coming out as more of a scream compared to her calm tone. She’s looking at your face as you take in the plush, just admiring it and she’s so fucking happy that you love it.

“She’s my favourite, I love it sooo much baby!” You’re holding the plush to your chest, jumping up and down and she’s just admiring how sweet and cute you are. Her little strawberry.

C’est inspiré par mon préféré dessin animé Charlotte aux fraise <333333

[madameaug]

Updated Masterlist

Hello everyone! I guess you could say I am back. It feels good to write again! Just a little about me is that I am a nursing student. Nursing school is not for the weak, but I have completed another semester. Two done, two more to go! Anywayssss here's to the updated writing, lol.

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BTS

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Meet the Mod- Streamer Jungkook is curious about what his female modder looks like

Meet the Streamer- Streamer Jungkook and Mod Jennette meet face-to-face and hang out.

Leak?!- Jungkook and Jennette's sex tape gets leaked. Uh oh...

Mockingbird- Peanut is fussy and wants to be in her dad's arms.

40 weeks- Follow Jungkook and Jennette on their pregnancy journey and the birth of their daughter 'Peanut.'

To Our Daughter- Peanut's birth story

Teaser- The uncomfortable question arises, and the answer may hurt more than it heals.

Teaser Con- Jennette and Jungkook break up for good

3D- Jungkook is filming for his latest single with rapper Jack Harlow. When Jack Harlow takes a flirtatious approach to Jungkook's girl

My Mommy Said No- Peanut says no to a lollipop.

Piercings- Story of Peanut getting her ears pierced.

Work Wife- Jungkook's self-appointed "work-wife" oversteps boundaries.

What is it the Braids?- Jennette starts feeling herself with her new summer hairdo.

Request #1- Jungkook has an obsession with his girl's butt.

MARVEL

Erik "Killmonger" Stevens; fame, drama, protective, secrets, music

Good Kisser - Lola gives a performance to remember.

Scott Summers; mutant-rights, angst, love triangle, forbidden romance

Remember the Dream- It's been 10 years since the death of Charles Xavier. Where are the X-Men?

Uncanny- Continuation of 'Remember the Dream'

James "Bucky" Barnes; divorce/established relationship, angst, Captain America civil war, mental health

Promise Me- This occurs maybe about a year after the events of Captain America: Civil War. Reader and Bucky are getting a divorce.

Johnny Storm; superhero, coming of age, university, opposites-attract

Finals Week, Or My Final Week- Johnny helps reader study for her organic chemistry final.

Office Hours- Johnny is getting tutoring and runs into you.

ONE-SHOTS/SPIN OFFS

BTS With Short Reader

Scandal- Their chemistry on screen is just undeniable

One of Your Girls- Reader is delusional, she needs to stand up

Turkey Turkey- Insight into Jungkook and Jennette's Thanksgiving

Woman Crush Wednesday- A time in which Jennette was jealous and does not hide it well

Matcha Tea- Jimin is on a matcha date with Althea (OC)

Jimin x Althea- Headcannons

Reunion- Hobi x Nala (black plus size fem)

Constant Bullshit- Yoongi x Music artists (OC)

Daycare Moments- Jungkook and Jennette dropping Peanut off at daycare

Wash Day- Jimin experiences reader's wash day routine

BTS Imagine- inspired off a tik tok