#Ch: Lola

[d4magedgal]

character list.

peach lancaster / christina nadin / age: 21-23 /

the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet. graduated from nyu in may of 2023 for fashion to become a personal stylist, who also nannied during her 4 years of college and still now until she finds her dream job.

tatum vanderbilt / madelyn cline fc / age: 21-24 /she’s a bit of a brat comes from money and it shows. always the popular girl and had/has to be the center of attention.

avaya valentino / isabelle mathers / age: 19-22 /

a sugar baby, living a lavish life so it seems, but there is a lot more behind the scenes and protecting the name of her famous political family. ( based off the show baby on netflix. )

sevyn sawyer / kylie jenner / age: 21-25 /

a boss bitch. owns her own tequila brand, 818, had a huge drug problem in which she fixed over time after nearly dying from an ov*rdose. now running her own empire trying to stay clean.

genevive hudson / bella hadid / age: 21-24 /

rich girl poster child. never able to choose what she wanted to do with her own life her parents ( mostly her mother ) paved the way for her. forcing her to do beauty pageants, magazines, anything to make the parents money. even if it meant selling out their own child for their benefit.

luana mendez / leah halton / age: 19-23 /

used as an informant for her mob boss of a father. sent to seduce information out of enemies or potential circumstances. very good at what she does. very spoiled and always enjoying the finer things in life.

sofia valentino / kendall jenner / age: 22-26

world wide supermodel with the sweetest soul. older sister to sevyn. spends most of her time working and traveling and when she isn’t she spends her time trying to keep her family together.

lola grant / holly lim / age: 20-22

daughter of everyone’s favorite politician. puts up a very sweet innocent act when she has a habit of living a shady life behind closed doors.

lucia vega / victoria villarroel / age: 22-24

your local florist who may or may not double as your drug dealer.

stella mendoza / kailyn de los rios / age: 23-25

your fav gamer & cam girly.

blair vanderwood / ashton wood / age: 22-25

daughter to famous music producer. model. nepo baby. spoiled brat who’s actually a sweetheart.

[levithestripper]

for all of narcisse’s faults, he’s fucking hot as hell with lola

[reirvival]

TWILIGHT ZONE: a playlist

ACT ONE set in stranger things: season one

          ACT TWO           set in stranger things: season two

                    ACT THREE                     set in stranger things: season three

taglist: @hiddenqveendom @aaronhotchstuff @foxesandmagic @arrthurpendragon @endless-oc-creations

[galedekarios]

...skin to skin and soul-tangled

a gift for @lairofsentinel 🖤

[aorus-of-the-sea]

jori songfic/music video idea

i was too lazy to write this into a full songfic but it's been sitting, collecting dust in my writing archives, so i figured i'd share

A description of a music video featuring the HA 6 Set to: "Firebird" by Galantis

Beck is driving his newly restored 1978 Pontiac Firebird. His dad had gotten it for him as a graduation present, and he’d been working on restoring it all summer. Now, with college looming over all their heads, and the hourglass of their shared time running lower than ever, the six friends enjoy a midnight joyride to the beach.

Top down, 4 are squished in the back seat, Beck and Robbie hold hands across the gearshift in the front 2 seats. Tori is in the middle between Jade and Andre, and Cat is laying across all their laps.

The ones in the back alternate standing on the seats/sitting up on the T-roof to dance in the wind and just have their arms up as they zoom down the PCH.

Andre and Tori yell karaoke into the wind. Tori and Jade nuzzle noses, until they eventually share a kiss, under the stars. Cat and Jade simply scream carefree like they haven’t since middle school.

It all started because Beck didn’t feel tired after the movie they all went to see together. Tori, Andre, and Cat carpooled because Jade was just getting off her shift and planning to give Tori a ride home (and probably sleep over). Andre and Jade left their cars at the theater parking lot, and everyone piled into Beck’s Firebird.

Now, Robbie is sitting up in the passenger seat, standing almost, as he raises both his linked and his free hands up to the wind, also yelling carefree. He presses a kiss to Beck’s knuckles with a smile.

Eventually, they make it to a beach, close to a beachside boarding school called PCA. Tori smiles wryly at her past life but doesn’t dwell on the memories. She’s pulled back into the moment by Jade who wraps her arms around Tori into a bear hug from behind. Jade rests her chin on Tori’s shoulder.

Cat and Robbie eventually get a roaring bonfire going on this quiet stretch of beach, and they’re off. Drinking, dancing, singing, being obnoxious little teens for one last night.

Montage of them laughing, getting into hijinks, maybe going for a small dip (just enough to wet their feet, maybe up to their knees).

End with dying embers crackling their last, and Beck announcing sleepily that he needs to get his old man boyfriend home (Robbie is passed out leaning on Beck’s shoulder.) Jade is similarly passed out, as is Cat. Tori, Andre, and Beck urge their partners to get up and head back to the car.

This time, Cat is curled onto Andre’s lap, and Jade is all but curled into Tori completely.

In a sleepy mumble, Jade says, “I love you, Tori.”

Tori strokes Jade’s hair and whispers back, “I love you too.”

[motownfiction]

recipe book

It all started with a recipe book.

When Linda started to work longer hours outside the house, and Daniel married Sadie, Lola didn’t have a lot of options. At first, it was fun – running through Burger King with Katie three or four nights a week, bumming a couple slices of Little Caesars pizza from Kevin if he was around, eating a big bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios with a wooden spoon. But it got old. So, one night, right in the middle of her first year of college, she decided to make a burger by herself.

And it was perfect.

It wasn’t like a backyard burger, either. It tasted real, like something you’d get at the cutest little hole-in-the-wall on your road trip to wherever. Lola couldn’t stop talking about it for a week. Burgers turned into chicken tenders, and chicken tenders turned into chicken wings, damn near better than the ones you’d get at a Coney Island. It wasn’t two months before Lola was cutting up potatoes and onions to turn them into fries and rings. By the middle of 1988, you didn’t need a Burger King anymore. You just needed an invitation to Lola DeLuca’s house.

For her twentieth birthday the following year, Daniel bought her a recipe book.

For your future restaurants, he said, and Lola never forgot the plural.

She remembers it today, more than twenty years later, as she stands behind the door to her very first – her very own – diner. It used to be Abby’s, but when Abby retired, she sold the place to Lola under one condition: that she make it her own. As the girl with Sno-Cone earrings, Lola never had any trouble with that. She takes a deep breath and opens the door.

And the laughter keeps coming in.

[lolabearwrites]

I just want my fic to write itself, is that so much to ask for?

[derelictheretic]

I need u all to ignore that for the timeline to work Dean is like 40 in SMFYaM and yet I'm still writing him like he's 25 just close ur eyes ok shhshshshshhhhh

[lockinspo]

Aaron Diaz & Lola Ponce via Lola's Instagram

[devilsmenu]

[ meal ] - sender prepares some sort of meal for receiver (breakfast, lunch for the next day) (kim jihyo & lola)

"This does smells amazing! What did you do for us? I owe some homemade food then!" Jihyo asked while looking at the dishes in front of her.

[glorysings]

chara tag dump !!

[queenscharacters]

"I don't think I'll have get tired of hanging out with you." Lola to Jason

It was kind of embarrassing how easily Lola could reduce Jason to instant mush. All she had to do was say things like this, compliment him, make him feel far more special than anyone had with just one sentence and he was absolutely done for. In his 27 years of life, no one had ever made him feel the way that she had. He already knew that no one else could ever compare to her, either.

“I really hope not…” Jason mused, his voice as soft as his laugh. He wondered if she could see just how nervous she made him. Normally, he wouldn’t think it was a good thing to be rendered speechless so often, but Lola made him as anxious as she did excited. His heart was nearly beating out his chest.

“The guys are cool and everything, so are their girlfriends I guess, but I’ve known them for a few years now and they’ve got nothing on you.” He continued, his cheeks still pink. “I consider you my best friend, or one of them at least, and I can’t even imagine that changing. I, like, find something new to like about you each day.”

Aka, he was in love with her. He knew things weren’t exactly platonic between them, they were romantic for sure, but he was certain he felt more for her than she did for him. After all, not much time had even passed since they had met. It was extremely validating to know that Lola liked him back, but he definitely didn’t think their feelings were on the same level.

“Soooo…” He drawled out, grinning at her, his elbow bumping her side lightly, “Does this mean I can see you again tomorrow?”

[reirvival]

lola sharpe + dynamics

taglist: @hiddenqveendom @aaronhotchstuff @foxesandmagic @arrthurpendragon @endless-oc-creations

[angelsanarchy]

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 10

"Don't worry, we're not gonna have to fuck in a closet." "Trying wouldn't kill us."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin

SATURDAY, 11:30PM

Y/n wasn't expecting so many people to be here. All of the apartments seemed small but Johnny's was packed, music blaring and smoke of all kinds hover above them all.

"FINALLY! Have a beer! Relax and join the festivities." Beau was approaching with a drink in both hands and Y/n felt an arm around her waist.

"Oh thanks Beau, we're about to hit the smoke circle though." Clyde had spun you away from a disappointed Beau but she couldn't help but laugh.

"You're getting better." Y/n put her lips to his ear so he could hear her and he wiggled his eyebrows at her. They found Snow and Lola who were six deep in the smoke circle but were more than happy to squeeze them in. Y/n was sharing a chair with Clyde when she almost slipped off the side during a coughing fit. Clyde laughed making sure she didn't hit the floor but didn't expect her to plop down on his lap once she regained her composure.

"Making yourself comfortable?" He asked trying to hide his blush.

"Yes actually. You have a very cozy lap." Clyde responded by putting one arm around her back and she rested her hand on top of his. The more they smoked the more Clyde seemed to loosen up, enough so to pull her in for a shotgun this time, letting his bottom lip brush against her own.

"We should play a game!!!" Snow jumped up and down in her chair earning some groans.

"You guys are so fucking lame. What else are we going to sit here and do?! Let's play Kings!" Snow started rooting through her bag and pulled out a deck of cards. The group had gained a few newbies, some who were just smoking and enjoying the atmosphere, others ready to play the card game. Snow explained the rules to everyone and Y/n was feeling buzzed by the time she started drinking. The only part of the game that seemed new to her was the rule for Queens. Snow thought it would be a lot more fun if some sexual tension was released. Anyone who drew a Queen had to pick someone in the circle to trap in the closet for 7 minutes. It seemed like a really immature, teenage party rule but no one sitting in the circle seemed to care.

She remained on Clyde's lap but he settled into the position, leaning his head against her arm on occasion. After the first handful of pulls Y/n almost ate shit when trying to hit the floor for a 4 of Clubs.

"Please don't hurt yourself. I'd hate to have to tell your roommate you ended up in the hospital playing for the win." Clyde teased, cheeks splotchy from drinking.

"Could you imagine? She would kick my ass." Y/n threw her arm around Clyde's neck to tighten her hold on him. The first Queen was drawn by Snow who surprisingly took Johnny into the closet. Lola set a timer on her phone. The game-play couldn't resume until the 7 minutes were up so most people just lit up and grabbed another drink.

"You want another drink?" Clyde asked reaching for the bottle opener.

"Yeah thanks." Y/n watched his hands carefully using the bottle opener and couldn't shake the idea of him using those long, slender fingers to get her off. Clyde was completely obvious to her dirty thoughts but she wasn't sure if she should push that envelope again.

"If I pull the next Queen, you'll have to take one for the team and go in there with me. I don't want to be trapped with a stranger." Y/n said watching Clyde sip his beer.

"That's fine. Sadly I don't think you'll escape the smells since that's Johnny and Beau's shared closet." Y/n scrunched her nose.

"How can anyone possibly get off in a closet that smells like death?" Y/n questioned.

"Johnny and Snow have been on and off for awhile. They could fuck in a trunk and they wouldn't be phased." Clyde explained.

"Aww." Y/n made a face earning a laugh from Clyde who almost spit his beer in his lap.

"Don't worry, we're not going to have to fuck in a closet." Clyde seemed very sure about this but Y/n shrugged.

"Trying wouldn't kill us." Y/n licked her lips making sure not to meet Clyde's gaze as he stared at her with longing. The alarm on Lola's phone went off and Denny the drummer launched the door open. Johnny's shirt was buttoned awkwardly and Snow pulled her skirt down lower.

The game resumed with another round of waterfalls, almost falling out of chairs to touch the floor and some Never Have I Ever's that were shocking.

"THAT WAS ONE TIME!" Johnny yelled making everyone laugh. Apparently shitting yourself while hooking up with someone is noteworthy enough to tell your friends about. The second Queen was pulled and Clyde flipped it around between his fingers.

"Ohhhh finally! I was hoping you would get it!" Snow clapped her hands making Clyde shake his head. Y/n remained quiet as she coyly got up off his lap to move towards the kitchen for another drink and he cleared his throat.

"Where are you going?" Clyde asked curiously.

"To get another drink? Did you want one?" She gestured over her shoulder and he huffed walking towards her, taking her hand and pulling her towards the closet. Everyone whistled and cheered as the door shut behind them, leaving them both in the dark.

"Seven minutes Stevie Wonder! Make it count." Beau slammed his fist on the door and Y/n snorted.

"Stevie Wonder is blind, not deaf. What the fuck?" Y/n was ready to argue through the door but Clyde stopped her.

"How are you feeling? You okay?" Clyde still had her hands in his own and she waited for her eyes to adjust so she could see him.

"I'm fine. Do I not seem fine?" Y/n worried how she was coming off and why he would ask her that.

"You've just had a lot to drink. Just want to make sure you're all good." He smiled.

"So have you, you seem fine." Y/n returned.

"You're not wrong but I get this wasted most weekends so my reboot is pretty good." Clyde bragged. Y/n leans her body into his more.

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see this reboot in action I think." Y/n put her hand on Clyde's chest. She could feel how hard his heart was beating.

"Your heart is beating super fast. Are you nervous?" Y/n pulled Clyde's neck to her mouth to place a soft kiss on the pulse point that she could feel.

"I wasn't..." Clyde stuttered. He let Y/n run her hands through his hair and continue to suck little kisses into the side of his neck, trailing up towards his ear. Clyde closed his eyes, trying to keep his focus but the way Y/n took little nibbles into the wet skin of his neck and throat were absolutely winding him up.

"Do I make you nervous Clyde?" Y/n asked innocently.

"You know I was watching your hands earlier. You have some really sexy fingers and I would love to see how nice they feel inside me." Y/n let the hand he was holding fall to the front of her bottoms. Clyde's eyes opened wide and he stopped her hand.

"Y/n...you're making this really difficult." Clyde squeezed her hand and she pulled back.

"What? What's wrong?" Y/n questioned. Clyde let out a sigh but before he could explain himself the door flew open.

"Damn Clyde! Nice hickey!" Denny pointed at Clyde's neck. The image of his hair a mess, a fresh hickey on his neck and her hand on the waistband of his jeans must have seemed filthy to some but Y/n was trying really hard not to let herself be upset. Had she read the signals all wrong? Maybe Clyde wasn't attracted to her like that?

Maybe he really was just a really nice guy who was giving her a place to stay for the weekend. Whatever it was, Y/n scurried out of the closet to find an empty chair across the circle from Clyde's. He left the closet with his back to the group, adjusting himself before going to the kitchen to grab another drink. Lola reached out to put her hand on Y/n's leg and she shook her head that she was fine.

[bamdelune]

In Hindsight 📹 Ch.10: "blue hour"

notes. narration ahead, song used: Pasilyo by Sunkissed Lola, original video: LESSERAFIM Yunjin's Raise y_our glass @ Weverse Festival 2023 (video is used for setting building — edited by me), kind of messy T_T

[December 18, 2022 — 8:50 PM 📍Teyvat Uni]

It was nearing 9:00 PM and you were still nowhere to be seen within the stage's area and Kunikuzushi was getting worried. It was currently 8:51, 9 minutes to nine o' clock. He was about to turn to Ajax if he's seen you anywhere as he pulled out his phone but the second he was about to, the stage lights dimmed, turning into a pink color. There were quite a few conversations of excitement up front with those close to the stage.

An electric guitar chord strummed into the speakers of the venue to reveal a familiar face, and Kunikuzushi swears he would've dropped his phone in shock.

It was you, wearing an outfit completely different to the one you had on earlier. This time, it was white with a few hints of pink to match the dreamy theme of the event. He saw how much confidence you had on stage and even he could smile as you did the same, only you were looking at the sea of people watching you perform.

—

"What do you want to do before..." Kuni trails off as he softly munches on the dinner you were eating after getting discharged, feeling that the topic might be a tad bit too morbid for a meal.

You ponder for a while, "Before I die?" you chuckle. "A lot of things. Maybe perform live in front of a big audience, I never got to do that before."

"Huh.." Kuni hums at your response. Perhaps it was fitting. That time, he never saw your passion for music in real time—he felt curious to say the least.

Now that opportunity has presented itself in front of him, in front of hundreds of fairgoers just like him.

The man's face tugs into an admiring grin at how you skillfully drag your hands over the strings of the guitar when you sing in such an alluring tone. Kuni's heart is full of pride, so full of admiration as you achieve one of the goals you had trusted him to hear that one day. He burns the memory into his head.

—

You don't know if the people in the audience could sense it, but you knew your voice carried an emotion buried deep. Underneath all the dreamy and breezy mood of the song was a feeling of attachment. As if you didn't want this moment of finally achieving something you were dreaming of to disappear into the back of your mind. Compare it to the feeling of hanging by the edge of a cliff, with only a hand to stop you from falling off—to stop you from letting go.

The euphoria of performing seeped into the lyrics, as if it was the one thing that helped your audience enjoy your performance even just by a little bit. Couples were holding hands as they looked into their partner's eyes as if they were the only thing that mattered, friends were singing along together as if your song was a ribbon that tied them together. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. You were jealous that you weren't goint to be able to experience the same by the time 10 months have passed.

The least you could do was make this performance memorable for the people here.

If you weren't able to experience that memory in the future, perhaps you would be honored to create that memory for others instead.

synopsis. You are a singer-songwriter. Music has always been a part of you, it's a part of your identity that no one can ever take away. However, there's always a catch: you are diagnosed with a chronic illness that puts your life on a timer. Those who have heard your countless melodies have grown to notice that the notes on the sheet played a gloomier tune. Would the snarky and capable medical student you've met be able to bring life back into these melodies? Even as life begins to seep out of your own body? (scaramouche x gn!reader)

tags. gender-neutral reader, angst, fluff, crack, heavy contexts of death and illnesses, friends to lovers, slowburn, profanities, drinking (characters are in college), suggestive themes but no nsfw.

taglist. (open, reply or send an ask to be added) — @beriiov @alatusorrow @br0oke96 @ohmyfinggod @itzblazekun @featuredtofu @sketcheeee @lazy-sanns @sakurapeach @sheraffim @vxmp-loml @sukunasrealgf @sleepning

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[haxyr3]

This is our fifth cat, her name is Lola. It's been a month and a half since she moved into our house. Lola is skittish, but she gets along with other cats well (other cats simply couldn't care less about the new addition, life goes on as usual in our home).

We didn't come up with the name, the previous owners called her that.

In Russia they prefer to give cats names with "s", "sh", "ch" sounds, because cat ears react better to these hissing sounds. So we named the cats Кеша and Фишка.

Cookie was adopted with that name, but shortly after joining our cat gang she became Кукушка.

I don't know what Lola, Loluska, Lolushok and Lollipop (sometimes Lollipoop) will become - that's what I call her now. We'll see.