#plus I wanted to make a coloring that was bright and vibrant enough for us to be able to see that Red's shirt is actually blue

[ace-of-spaders]

S5E01. Smokey Putnam

#the blacklist 5x01 #raymond reddington #james spader #elizabeth keen #megan boone #lizzington #my creations #my gifs #I know that this gifset has been done already a couple of times by other people #but Red and Liz are so cute here and I enjoyed this scene so thoroughly that I wanted to try my hand at gif-ing it nevertheless) #plus I wanted to make a coloring that was bright and vibrant enough for us to be able to see that Red's shirt is actually blue #and not almost-black like it looks in the episode itself #🙃😁 #(seriously what's up with the lightning and the brightness in this show? why is it so dark and gloomy all the time?) #(I mean I get it that they're probably going for the dark and gloomy atmosphere) #(but guys viewers actually wanna be able to SEE THINGS!) #on a sidenote: blue suits Red so well #😍💓🤗 #on the second sidenote: it is still criminal that this and the syrian embassy dance are the only times we saw them dance #😤😒😔

[pascallftv]

eighties baby

summary: your parents throw an 80’s themed party in their mansion. you try your best to contain your infatuation for joel, your dad’s best friend. you and your friend get a little too drunk and joel decides to teach you a lesson.

content: joel miller x reader, no outbreak, little plot, dbf!joel, reader in her twenties

warnings: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. 18+ mdni!, age gap is 20s/50, piv unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cream pie, doggystyle, dirty talk, choking

an: i’m baaaaaack ;) this was… wow! pls enjoy

“Your ass looks immaculate.”

You glance over your shoulder in the reflection of the mirror, locking eyes with your best friend. She’s giving you wild eyes while biting her bottom lip that’s covered in bright red lip stick. Her makeup was done very vibrantly compared to usual; blue eyeshadow with bright pink blush.

“You don’t think it’s too short?” You ask, popping a hip to accentuate your ass further under your very tight and very short mini skirt. Typically, you wouldn’t mind if a little bit of cheek was hanging out the bottom of your skirt, but this was your parents’ party, not your typical college party. Your best friend rolled her eyes and you and laid a smack down on your ass. You yelped in surprise.

“It’s perfectly fine. It’ll be dark.” She begins, then her voice lowers. “Plus, Joel will want to eat you alive when he sees you in it.”

You bite your bottom lip to fight back a grin. She knew you too well. You sighed and placed your hands on your hip, your head turning to the side as your further inspect your outfit in your full length mirror. You decided to go with an 80s glam rock look instead of the typical vibrant colors from the time period. You were wearing a tight black leather skirt and matching top, with knee high platform boots with silver chains on them. You had grungy black eyeshadow matched with a glossy red lip. You felt hot.

“I can’t be too obvious. You cannot let me get too drunk tonight.” You say sternly. You were talking more to yourself than anything. You knew if you drank too much alcohol you would make a fool out of yourself in front of Joel.

Joel was your father’s main man. They’d known each other for decades now. Joel was a stern man; the crinkles by his eyes from his fifty years of wisdom weren’t usually intensified by joy, more by scowls. You’d like to think at one point he was a light hearted man, but you can’t help but wonder what in his years turned him into such a sour puss. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’d seen him genuinely laugh. It was an extremely rare occurrence, but the times he had, it was the most amazing sound you’d ever heard.

“Fine. But this is your chance to act as unhinged as you want because in the morning you can blame the alcohol.” Your best friend winks at you, patting you once more on the bum.

“You’re a terrible influence.” You turn to face her. Your shorter friend stares up at you with a devilish grin and runs her thumb along your bottom lip, cleaning up your red lipstick.

“We should head down there, take a couple shots, scope it out.” She suggests, grabbing your perfume off your vanity and spritzing it on the both of you a few times. You nod in agreement, and check your outfit in the mirror one last time. You take a deep breath and grab your friend’s hand to leave your bedroom. The 80s music was already thumping from your parent’s massive surround sound speakers downstairs. The lights were off, with the sole light source being a couple lamps and some red lights your parents used for their annual Halloween party.

When you made it downstairs, the house was already packed out. The entire neighborhood was in your parents’ house. All of the couples in the neighborhood were in attendance, as well as their children (all in their twenties or older). If you squinted hard enough, it even looked like a college party. The lighting was just enough to see the basic traits of everyone’s faces, most of them being somewhat recognizable to you. You had just graduated from college earlier that month, so you were home temporarily until you found your full-time calling.

Your friend dragged you to the kitchen where all of the alcohol was stashed. On the island, there was a lineup of liquor with the appropriate mixers. She decided to pour you each a hefty shot of tequila, as well as a lime wedge. You absolutely hated any dark liquor, and unfortunately vodka had been tainted for you in your time at college, so tequila was the sole surviving option for you. You didn’t mind the taste of tequila, but the catch was its effect on you. Unlike other forms of liquor, tequila made you incredibly horny. After around 4 tequila shots, you had the tendency to shed off articles of clothing like you were battling a heat wave. This made you nervous considering you knew Joel would be in attendance; however, as your friend said, you can use the liquor as a scapegoat if it got that bad.

As you and your friend shot back your tequila, you began wondering where Joel could be. The party started over thirty minutes ago, and it was uncharacteristic of him to be late, meaning he was in the house somewhere. The thought alone made your skin crawl.

“One more.” Your friend called out over the music, pouring you each another hefty shot. Your eyes got wide. You knew you’d have to take a break from drinking after this shot, otherwise you’d end up butt ass naked in the middle of this party.

Another hefty shot later, and you were already feeling the buzz from the alcohol. Your veins felt tingly and your limbs felt weightless. You each made yourselves your mixed drink of choice, and decided to make your way out to the makeshift dance floor in your parents’ spacious living room. They had a portable disco floor, as well as a disco ball hung from the ceiling. No one took parties more seriously than your parents.

Your friend grabbed your arm and pulled you onto the dance floor, with “Talking in Your Sleep” by the Romantics blasting from the speakers. Your eyes wandered around the room trying to find the brown eyed man you’d be longing to see. Sure enough, you spotted him. He was sitting on the sofa, leaning back with his legs spread out in front of him. He had a glass of what appeared to be whiskey in his hand, resting on his thigh. You gulped when you noticed he was already looking at you. You quickly looked away and took a sip of the tequila sour you half-assed at the kitchen makeshift bar.

You made eye contact with your friend, and you gave her panic eyes to let her know you found him. She caught on almost instantly, and took that as a queue to scoot out of your line of sight. She leaned closer to you to say something in your ear.

“Go sit next to him.” She suggested loudly into your ear.

You shot her a look of unease. Wouldn’t that be too obvious? You shook your head no rapidly in response. It was too early in the night for you to do something as ballsy as that.

After about half an hour, your friend’s drink was empty and she was dragging you back to the kitchen. Your drink was still three-fourths full. Your stomach was bubbling with anxiety knowing that Joel had a direct view of you in your anything but conservative outfit. Besides, you were scared for your actions if you ingested any more alcohol.

Your friend took two more shots and mixed herself another strong cocktail. You knew she was going to be shitfaced in the matter of minutes. You rub your forehead and sigh. It’s going to be a quick night for her.

Your predictions were correct.

Forty minutes passed and her cocktail was gone, and so was she. She was so plastered that she couldn’t stand up straight, constantly grabbing your arm for support. You looked around the room and immediately made eye contact with Joel. He’s watching the both of you intensely, his head nodding over to the side as he observes your friend stumbling around. You’re fully embarrassed at how gone your friend was already. Your stomach flips when you noticed Joel was lifting himself off his spot in the sofa, making his way towards the both of you. He grabbed onto your arm, a look of concern crossing his features.

“Come on.” He said shortly, moving his arm from yours to hers, helping her stand up somewhat straight. “Let’s take her upstairs.”

You glanced down at your friend and her head was lulling to the side, her eyes fluttering shut. There was no salvaging her. You nodded in response to Joel and helped him practically carry your friend upstairs to your bedroom. After her nearly falling every few steps, you finally make it to your bedroom. You noticed Joel’s eyes wandering around the walls of your room as he took in the decor. You had various band posters still hanging in your childhood bedroom, many of them being 60’s rock bands that your dad showed you. You gently lay your friend down onto your bed, and almost immediately she’s snoring.

“Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry about this, Joel.” You mutter, looking up at him with apologetic eyes. You absentmindedly toy with your hands in front of you. Despite the shots you did take, you were still feeling nervous; the liquid courage wasn’t doing its job.

Joel stepped closer to you and shook his head. His brown eyes were soft and his eyebrows were furrowed.

“It was nothing, really.” He assures you, taking a glance back at your friend. He was amused at just how fast your friend fell asleep. He turned back to look at you and felt something flutter deep in his gut.

He had kept his eyes in you all night. He couldn’t believe how grown you were. Sure, he had known you since you were young, but you were a woman now. You had always been pretty, but now, you were stunning. He felt disgusting about it. Of all the women in his life, none of them compared to you, his best friend’s daughter. The entire night he had watched the way your latex skirt was fighting to stay over the plump flesh of your ass. Your top wasn’t much better; it left little to the imagination, your nipples peaking through the thin fabric of it. You were genuinely perfect in his eyes, and it was causing him the most intense moral battle of his life.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked quietly. His eyes were wandering over you, but he was saying nothing. It looked as though he was fighting something internally.

“What are you doing here?” He asked blandly, ignoring your question entirely. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You pondered, crossing your arms over your chest, unintentionally pushing your boobs up further, placing them in perfect display for Joel.

“You could be anywhere, yet here you are drunk at your parents’ party.” He said, glancing down at your chest, hoping you wouldn’t notice, but of course you did. You chuckle in response.

“I just graduated college, Joel. I’m home temporarily until I can find something full time. What’s the matter? Am I inconveniencing you somehow?” You asked with pure sass.

“Well not entirely, no.” Joel says, stepping closer to you. “You’d think you and your friend would have a little self control considering the environment. This isn’t college, sweetheart.”

“I beg your pardon? I’ve barely drank anything. For god sake I helped you carry her.” You get defensive, emphatically gesturing towards your friend that’s passed out in your bed. “And unfortunately she could’ve been way worse than this.”

“You should’ve stopped her before she was fighting to keep herself standing.” Joel scolded you, his brows furrowing further.

“Aww what’s wrong, Joel? You have no children of your own so you have to parent me?” You snarled, stepping another inch closer to him. Joel frowns, his fist clenching at his hip.

“You’re a little fucking brat, ain’t ya?” Joel growls, getting centimeters away from your face. He was so close that you could feel his hot breath on the skin of your face.

“And you’re just a dickhead, huh?” You fire back.

Joel grabbed you by the forearm and tugged you towards your bedroom door. Before you could protest, Joel was dragging you down the hall to a spare bedroom. He swiftly pulled you inside and locked the door behind you. He grabbed you firmly by the throat, squeezing just the sides as to not restrict your airflow.

“Bit of an attitude problem, eh?” Joel spoke sternly. You gulped, gawking up into his crinkled eyes. “Might just have to sort you out.”

“What are you doing, Joel?” You squeaked out, your hand reaching up to grab ahold of his forearm. His face moved closer to yours, his eyes moving down to your crimson lips.

“I can only imagine you put on this poor excuse of a skirt to try and get someone to pay attention to you in the way you’re craving. You’re a little fucking whore, aren’t you?” Joel growls, his free hand moving down to your skirt, pulling it away from your body so it smacked back against your plump thighs. You gasped. You didn’t know how to respond to that. Was this actually happening?

After years of secretly fantasizing about a moment like this, it was finally happening, and you were flabbergasted.

“Answer me. Tell me what you are.” His grip around your throat slowly moved up to your jaw, his fingers squeezing your cheeks, making your lips purse.

You groaned in response, a hand trailing up Joel’s torso to his chest, laying a flat hand against him. His heart was beating rapidly. You glanced down and noticed the bulge straining against his vintage Levi jeans. He was enjoying this a little too much. You forced your face away from his grip, grabbing his wrist as hard as you could.

“I’m not a whore.” Your words were laced with venom. You were frustrated. Not because of the substance of Joel’s words, but because you were so fucking aroused. If it were anyone else, you probably would’ve planted a firm kick in their groin or sucker punched them in the lip. His words were disgusting, but you were eating it up.

“No?” Joel cocked his head at you. His free hand snakes up under your skirt, his fingertips pressing against your folds. His fingers were met with moisture. Your panties were soaked through. His gaze fell to his hand, then back up to your doe eyes. He smirked devilishly at you, his hand moving to your face. With his thumb, he pawed at your bottom lip, pulling it away from your teeth.

“Your cunt says otherwise, darling.” He muttered, his breath fanning across your face once more. You swallowed hard. You averted your eyes from him, his gaze making you feel entirely too hot.

“My parents.” You blurted out, your gaze returning to his momentarily. He swallows, his thumb still sitting by your mouth.

“They won’t know.” He said. You retracted your grip from his forearm, and he took that as an opportunity to run his finger up the outside of your arm painfully slow. “What’s wrong sweetheart? Scared of your daddy finding out?”

Your lips parted, a harsh exhale escaping your throat. Your body was on fire, your skin littered with goosebumps from Joel’s touch. To any normal person, this situation would be incredibly alarming. Yes, your moral compass was clawing at the back of your mind, but you craved interaction. Your morals were out the window, your desires taking superiority.

“Yes.” You whispered, your gaze falling to Joel’s lips. They were tempting you.

“If you don’t want this, stop me.”

Joel’s hand moved from your arm back towards the bottom of your skirt, pushing it up over your thighs, your red panties on full display.

“Fuck.” Joel growled, his fingertips grazing your mound through the lacy fabric. He pushed your panties to the side, his finger running through your folds, collecting your arousal. “Stop me, angel.” He teased.

His fingertip ghosted over your sensitive clit, your legs jolting in response, a whimper leaving your mouth. His mouth hovered over the soft skin of your neck, his breath stirring up goosebumps.

“S’matter sweetheart?” Joel muttered, planting a soft kiss to your throat. “Tell me what you need.”

“N-need more.” You said, your brows furrowing in desperation. You glanced down at his hand between your legs, your lower gut fluttering at the sight. He applied more pressure to the circles he was dancing over your swollen bud, the pleasure sending your head to lull backwards. You whimpered more, your legs beginning to feel like jello.

“You sound so pathetic.” Joel spat, working his fingers faster on your clit. You exhaled unevenly, your hand coming down on Joel’s bicep for stability.

You felt that familiar white heat beginning to ignite low in your belly, your cunt throbbing steadily. Your eyes squeezed shut. You were close— but Joel knew that. He wasn’t going to let you come just yet. Without warning, Joel halted his actions, his hand leaving your folds. You could’ve cried in that moment. Joel grabbed your forearm and tugged you towards the bed, pushing you down onto the duvet.

“Joel, please. I need to cum.” You whined, your head falling back into the soft mattress. Joel purses his lips at you, his hand running along the smooth skin of your leg, inching closer to where you needed his attention most.

“Jesus, sweetheart. At least you know what you want.” Joel said, squeezing the flesh of your thigh with the rough skin of his palm. “Here’s how this is gonna go. First I’m going to taste you. Then, I’m going to fuck you until you forget how to think. Got it?”

You nodded pathetically, grinding your hips down onto the mattress, desperate for some sort of friction. Joel ghosted his hands over your thighs to the seam of your latex skirt, gripping it between his fingers. In a swift motion, Joel tugged the skirt down your legs and off your body, tossing it somewhere on the floor. He left your boots on, not quite wanting to get rid of them yet. Your pussy looks so pretty underneath the transparent lace fabric of your thong. It left little to nothing to Joel’s imagination. Your breasts were spilling out of your black top, your areolas peaking out. You looked breathtaking.

“Fuck, angel. I wish you could see yourself. So pretty for me.” Joel muttered, lowering his face to your groin, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. He ran his large hand up the back of your thigh, squeezing every few inches. You bite your lip and you stared down at his face as he littered kissed across your thighs. His salt and pepper beard added even more texture to the sensations you were feeling. He slipped his fingers underneath the fabric of your panties and slowly pulled them down your tights and over your boots, leaving your heat bare. Joel lowered his face down to your core, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin. He pressed a kiss to your pelvic bone, then ghosted his lips in a line down to your sensitive bud. He planted another kiss over your clit, taking his sweet time teasing you. Your pussy was throbbing at this point, desperate for any sort of touch.

“Joel please.” You pleaded, grinding your hips up towards his mouth. “I need your tongue.”

“Good girl.” He said, lowering his tongue to your folds, licking a wet stripe up your vulva, tracing a circle around your clit, sucking down on it gently. He moaned into your flesh, the vibrations sending a chill down your spine. His tongue began to work faster, flicking up and down and side to side over your clit. He brought his middle finger to your opening, ghosting circular motions over it, before slowly pushing it inside of you. You exhaled deeply at the sensation. He began pumping his finger rhythmically in and out of you, paying special attention to curl his fingertip upwards to brush against your g spot. As he felt your walls growing accustom to the girth of his singular digit, he added a second finger, pumping faster. Just from his fingers and tongue, you already felt fucked out of your mind. The pleasure sent shocks down your legs and up your spine, your head rolling back into the mattress in euphoria. A quiet moan slipped through your cherry lips, your fists grabbing the bedding for leverage to cope with the immense pleasure coursing through you.

“Joel.” You whimpered, one of your hands jetting down to grab at his hair as he lapped at your wet heat. His soft brown eyes flicked up to meet yours at the sound of your voice. Your moan went straight to his already throbbing cock.

“Christ, baby.” He groaned, lifting away from your core to unbutton his Levi’s. His hand fumbled with the zipper to get them off as fast as he could. The anticipation was killing him; he was so hard that it was beginning to hurt. He needed inside you immediately.

Finally managing to slide his jeans down his legs, his cock was straining against his boxers. The tent was revealing in itself; you already knew he was packing a punch. It felt painfully slow, but finally Joel slipped off his boxers, revealing his erection. Leaking at the tip, he brushed his thumb over, cleaning up the precum that had accumulated from tasting you.

You sat up from the mattress and grabbed his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his. Your lips moved against his in a passionate rush. You could taste yourself on his lips. Another whimper rose from your throat, the moan vibrating off his lips. The sound of your wet kiss filled the room as he lowered his body over yours to lay you back down against the bed. His hand moved from his cock to your breast, pulling it out of your top and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Fuck.” He muttered against your lips as you rocked your hips into his. You needed his touch desperately.

“Fuck me.” You breathed out, pulling away to look him in the eye. “Please.”

That was all Joel needed to hear. He reached down to take his cock in his hand again, guiding his top to press into your folds. He ran back and forth against your slick, his precum mixing with your arousal. His eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he felt your wetness already beginning to coat him. His eyes lifted back to meet yours as he began to slowly press his tip into your entrance, the stretch already making you feel crazed. Your lips parted, an exhale escaping your lips as he pressed himself into your further. Your hands darted up to grab onto his biceps as leverage. He lowered down to your lips, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to them as he pushed his length inside of you to the hilt. Another moan escaped your lips.

“Y’okay?” Joel breathed out, slowly pumping in and out of you, allowing you time to adjust. You nodded your head, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“More.” You begged. “I need more.”

Joel ran his hand from your thigh up your belly, dragging his finger tip slowly to take in every inch of your skin. He reached your neck, wrapping his calloused fingertips around your throat, carefully squeezing on the sides. He leaned down to meet your lips, taking your bottom lip between his teeth momentarily.

“So fucking needy.” He grumbled against your mouth, his eyelids fluttering closed.

Suddenly, Joel began pounding into you. His hot breath fanned over your face as he rammed in and out of you, his length reached the deepest parts of you. You gasped, your hand reached up to grab his wrist that was busy squeezing your throat. Your eyes rolled back in your head and he slammed into you over and over. You were sure he was hitting you so deep that he was nicking your cervix. Just when you thought you couldn’t be more overwhelmed with pleasure, Joel’s free hand snaked between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit, ghosting gentle circles over the sensitive nub. You squeaked out a moan, the pleasure overcoming your senses completely. Your legs began to shake from the stimulation, your lower belly muscles tensing from the overwhelming sensation. Your breath was shaking, the oxygen feeling as through it had completely left your lungs.

“F-fuck.” You stuttered as Joel thrusted into you. “I’m close.”

Joel took this as an opportunity to slide out of you, wasting no time in flipping you onto your belly, laying a hard slap against your bare ass cheek. He groaned as your ass jiggled from the slap, his hand coming back down to grab a handful of your flesh. You pressed your face down into the duvet, letting out a moan. Your pussy was throbbing from the sudden lack of attention. You wiggled your hips, nonverbally begging for Joel’s cock. He chucked, slapping your ass once more before pressing himself back at your entrance, ramming into you fully, his hips meeting your ass in a rush. He grabbed a cheek with his rough fingertips, pulling your ass apart to get a full view of himself slamming into you. Your tightest hole was on perfect display for him.

“One day I’m going to claim you here too.” Joel growled, his fingertip grazing the ring of your asshole. You gasped, your forehead coming down onto the bedding, pressing your face down into the duvet to cover your moan. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me claiming your tight little ass as mine?”

You nodded rapidly, a straggled breath leaving your mouth. It was so goddamn hard for your mind to focus on anything except the feeling of his tip grazing the opening of your cervix with every thrust. Once again, Joel reached his hand down to toy at your clit, bringing you closer to your climax. The white heat hit you again as your legs began to shake under you. Joel wasn’t far behind you, and his pace wasn’t easing up.

His hips met yours hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the walls of the spare bedroom. If it weren’t for the music thumping downstairs, your sinful act would’ve already been heard throughout the entire house. Joel leaned down, kissing you against your spine, his hand kneading your ass.

“F-fuck, where do you want me? Your mouth? Or should I fill you up?” Joel grunted, his hand snaking around your front to firmly grab your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingertips.

You gasped, the stimulation for your nipple slipping you into the beginning of your orgasm. You didn’t answer him, the feeling of your impending climax completely taking over your body.

“Look at you cumming around my cock. Such a good fucking slut.” Joel growled, his pace somehow quickening further. His hand reached up to your hair, grabbing a fistful of locks and pulling your head backwards. His other hand reached around to your throat as he bent down to kiss you from the intense angle, your orgasm taking over you entirely. Your toes began to curl beneath you, your pussy clamping around Joel’s cock that was twitching deep inside you. Your pussy clenched down around his length, hugging it perfectly.

“Fuck.” Joel whimpered, his high hitting him like a train. Your spasming canal clamped down around him as he came in hot spurts, coating your walls deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, milking every ounce of cum from his length.

His thrusts slowed as his seed filled you up, his hands grabbing your hips for stability as he came the hardest he’d ever came in his life. He moaned as he slowly slipped his spent cock out of you, some of his release dripping out of your used up hole. The sight was intoxicating.

“Fuck.” Joel breathed out again, taking in the ruined state of your folds. He ran his fingers down your slick, mixing his cum with yours. You flinched at the sensitivity of your pussy, whining as he brushed over your clit.

You were spent. Your face was still pressed against the mattress, your ass still perched in the air. Joel’s cum was slowly leaking out of you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to move. You were too fucked out of your mind to notice that Joel had left the bed to retrieve a wet rag from the attached bathroom. You winced as he gently cleaned up the juices spilling from you.

“You look so beautiful with my cum dripping out of you.” He spoke, running a hand up and down the back of your thigh. He pressed a kiss to your sore ass cheek from where he had smacked it.

You rolled over onto your back, your tender breasts jiggling from the movement. Joel leaned down and took a breast into his mouth, gently sucking on your hardened nipple.

“As much as I’d love to stay here and fuck you all night, I should go before your daddy starts to wonder where we went.” Joel said, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

A pit grew deep in your gut at the thought of Joel leaving you, but you knew the nature of this interaction and it would be silly of you to expect any different. You gazed up at him and frowned.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Joel shook his head and straightened up, moving his attention to dress himself. He began buttoning his flannel that he’d taken off during your interaction at some point that you hadn’t noticed. You watched in silence as he pulled his boxers and Levi’s back up over his legs.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Joel said after he was fully dressed. You were still laying on the bed completely nude attempting to recover from the mindblowing sex you’d just endured. Joel walked towards the door, turning briefly to look at your one last time.

“You might want to get dressed, sweetheart. Hate to have your daddy walk in to see my cum spilling out of you.” He winked, then disappeared out of the door, leaving you alone fucked out of your mind.

#joel miller #joel tlou #joel miller smut #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #din djarin #the mandalorian #tlou fanfiction #tlou #smut #pedro x reader #joel x reader #dbf!joel #age g4p

[spicyspiders]

before you know it, it's done

Ghost x male reader smut. AU where Ghost is a demon and the reader summons him because the spell said he would get three wishes. Warnings for smut and unprotected sex. I wanted to have this posted on my birthday on Saturday, but I was too busy.

It was surprisingly easy to find the spellbook you needed. The hardest part was picking out the chalk color you required. It didn’t say on the page so you wondered what color to pick. Would the demon want a neutral white color, or would it appreciate something more colorful?

“I’ve never seen that color before,” the demon says when it first appears. The color of his magic matched the color of the chalk you chose to use, a vibrant red color that stood out against the hardwood flooring of your bedroom. 

“It was one of the cheapest I could find,” you said in awe, looking up at the demon that stood before you. It stood tall on long legs that led up to a broad chest. On both sides of its chest were two muscular arms that led up to two broad shoulders. On its head was a mask that covered the entirety of its face, and on top was the face of a human skull. 

“It’s not real,” the demon said. 

You rose slowly onto your feet from where you had kneeled to cast the spell, “party city?”

“Excuse me?” The demon asked back. 

You shook your head, “nothing. So,” you said after a moment of staring at him, “do I get-”

“Your wishes?” The demon asked cutting you off, “you humans are so predictable,” the demon waved a hand dismissively in your direction. To your surprise, he stepped over the circle of chalk, past the runes you spent nearly an hour perfecting.

“How did-” you started to ask, but the demon cut you off again.

“Not bad for a beginner, but there are gaps in the binding circle,” the demon responded. It stepped past you and went for your bed and sat down. “I’ll give you your wishes, but there are rules.”

“Rules?”

“First: no wishing for more wishes,” the demon said angrily, “I fucking hate it when you try to do that. Second: I’m not raising the dead, nor am I killing anyone. Third-”

This time, you were the one to cut him off, “I just need my car fixed.”

This made the demon pause before busting out laughing, “your car, that’s it?” It asked after wiping a tear from its eye. 

“Yes? I mean, if I only get one wish, I’ll just wish for more money to fix my car and for the future if it breaks down again.”

“I’ll give you three.”

“Three?” You asked in disbelief, “is that the normal number you give people?”

“No, but you made a good first impression,” the demon looked over at the circle, “I like the color, it has me feeling,” he looked off, searching for the word, “generous.”

“Will my wishes be a trick? Like I’ll ask for something and end up getting something completely unrelated?”

The demon rolled its eyes, “that’s just a dumb stereotype you humans made up. If I wanted to trick you, I already would have. Plus, I can’t stand hearing you all bitch. You just need to be specific.”

You nodded, “how will I know if I’m being specific enough?”

“You’ll just have to find out,” the demon smirked. It pushed off your bed and stepped up into your personal space, “I could help make sure, you just have to let me in,” it said, face hovering close to yours. 

“How?” You whispered. 

“Just think of what you want,” the demon raised a hand and placed it on your temple. “There we go,” it said softly. Through the mask, its eyes flashed a bright color, nearly as bright as the chalk on your floor. 

The demon’s fingers were hot on your face, making it hard to keep your thoughts focused on what you wanted. A thud in the direction of your dresser pulled your attention away, and the demon chuckled lightly as you jumped at the noise. 

“But,” you stepped up to the pile of cash neatly stacked up, “I needed my car fixed,” you turned to face the demon. 

“It is fixed.”

“I used two wishes?” You asked in a disappointed voice. 

The demon waved a hand through the air, “two for one special.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “why?”

The demon ignored your question, instead, a slow smile stretched across its mouth, pulling at the fabric on top. It made you feel uneasy, “you had a hard time controlling your thoughts just now.”

“Sorry I’m having a hard time keeping my thoughts straight,” you grumbled, “this is all pretty new to me.”

The demon raised its hands out in surrender, “I’m not complaining. I was a man like you once, you know. I had my urges,” he finished in a low voice. 

You ignored the hot wave that ran through your body at the last word, “how long have you been in this… profession?”

He let out a laugh, “a long time now.”

“What’s your name?”

He rolled his eyes, “going to try and look me up on one of those apps you humans use?”

“No,” you answered too quickly to be convincing. 

He let out another chuckle and sat back down on your bed, “my name is Simon, though I do like the name Ghost.” He pulled your wallet out from seemingly nowhere, “and yours is,” he filled open the leather to fish out your license. 

“Hey! How’d you get that?” 

“It was right there,” Simon said, tossing your wallet back onto your bedside table. 

“Do I have to use my other wishes now?”

“No. All you have to do is call on me.”

“You have a cell phone?” You asked in disbelief. 

Simon let out another laugh. You liked his laugh and how smoky it sounded, “like with your first wish, you just have to think about me and I’ll show up,” he stood up and gave a dramatic bow and with that, he was gone in a bright glimmer of magic. 

-

The next time you called on Simon was an accident. He didn’t pop in with a flash of magic like how he had left, so it was dark in your room. The darkness was the perfect opportunity to catch you off guard. 

Your eyes had long adjusted to the dark of your room, so it was easy to pick up Simon’s. Simon’s eyes were reflective in the darkness, like an animal. 

You gave an upstroke to your hard cock, your eyes opening slowly as warm pleasure spread through your body. You jumped when you noticed his presence and quickly moved to cover yourself up. 

“You don’t have to stop on my account,” Simon purred. “Did you call me here because you need lube? Wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened.”

“No,” you whispered. Your heart hammered in your chest, ringing loudly in your ears. 

“No?” Simon parroted, “you were just thinking about me?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you wished that the covers you pulled over your body would swallow you whole. Maybe that would be your next wish. You tried ignoring the way that your still-hard cock twitched when Simon stepped up to your bed. 

“I’m not angry,” Simon got on top of your body, his legs spreading to accommodate the space that your legs took up. He grabbed one of your trembling hands that rested on your chest and brought it down to his groin, “does that feel like I’m angry?”

The bulge under your fingers felt warm and heavy through the fabric of the pants Simon wore. “Oh,” you breathed and ran your hands across the fabric. 

“What were you thinking about?” Simon asked, he leaned down to bring his face close to yours, close enough to feel the puffs of his breath, but far enough to where your lips weren’t pressed together. 

You tried to lean up and close the distance, but Ghost pulled away, but he did lean down so he could press his lips to your cheek and then leaned over so he could whisper in your ear, “won’t you tell me? Please?”

“You. And what you look like under these clothes,” you managed to get out. Your fingers tightened by a small measure, feeling how his bulge continued to grow under them. 

“Good boy,” Simon responded. The second his words were out, you suddenly felt cold. Your clothes were gone and it only took a few seconds for your nipples to harden to match the state of your cock.

“Where did my clothes go?” And my blanket-” Simon stops your questions by swooping down and finally bringing your lips together. 

“That is really what you are worried about now?” Simon asked after he pulled away. 

“That comforter was expensive,” you responded with a pout. 

Simon leaned back down to kiss you until your pout was nothing but a memory. He nipped at your bottom lip, taking the flesh with him when he pulled back. 

Your eyes opened when he freed your lip from his teeth and like you, Simon was now naked. Clothes, balaclava, and all.

“I’ll give you whatever you desire after I fuck you,” Simon said, his words full of promise. The area of your room where you had drawn the runes to summon him glowed, its light spreading throughout your room and allowing you to see Simon in all his naked glory. 

Your attention was soon taken away when his hand made its way between your legs, his fingers going past your hard cock to go lower. You did, however, watch as his pec flexed as his hand moved. It finally ended up at your hole, his fingers already wet. 

“You already had lube?”

Simon smirked and ran a slick finger around your hole, “not exactly,” he answered. When you tried to open your mouth to question him, he pressed his lips to yours. He swallowed the noises you made when his tongue pressed inside your mouth, and like his slick tongue, his slick finger was making its way inside. 

He wouldn’t let you focus on trying to question him, his movements were deliberate in getting you ready. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders after running your hands up his big chest. Your hands squeeze at the hot skin as you try your best to quickly get used to the burn of his second finger making its way in.  

Simon’s fingers get wetter inside your body as he watches your face closely. It’s a new sensation, one that makes your cock twitch and let out a glob of precome. 

“You’re getting so wet for me,” Simon observes in a low voice. “Down here,” he holds himself up on his knees so he can use his other hand to skim his fingers over the head of your cock, “and down here.” He emphasizes his point by coating the inside of your hole with his fingers. A third joins the second, and they make fast work in pressing against your prostate. 

You’re hit with spikes of pleasure as his fingers press over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Please,” you moan, not even sure what you’re asking for. You must send flashes of your thoughts of what you want to Simon because his fingers pull out and are replaced by the thick head of his cock. The head of it is wet, and you guess he used whatever he did on his fingers. You both groan as he teases you by rubbing the head against your entrance, smearing the wetness around. 

“I know, darling,” Simon whispers. He presses soft kisses to the heated, sweaty skin of your face as he slowly thrusts his cock inside. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, making it all the easier for his cock to find its way inside. You both let out a breath for he finally bottoms out, his balls pressing against your ass. 

Simon holds himself up on his strong arms when he pulls out after you’ve adjusted. He pulls out just as slow as he had initially gone in only to go right back in when the head presses against your hole. 

Like his fingers, his cock makes quick work of finding the bundle of nerves Simon’s fingers were just against. His cock is like a hot brand, carving out space every time he thrusts in. The feeling of it burns. One that burned with pain when it initially began, but soon was overtaken by pleasure. 

His cock makes you feel like you’re burning from the inside out. A feeling that begins in your groin as his cock finds your prostate over and over only to spread through the rest of your body. The heat makes your body sweat, making it difficult to keep your legs wrapped around his waist. 

“I’ve got you,” Simon murmurs before wrapping both hands around your waist. You let your legs relax, but still, keep them around his hips. The angle Simon holds your hips up at makes his cock go deeper, making you feel full. 

Simon brings his chest to yours so he can get his face close enough to kiss you. It’s wet and messy with a mash of lips, teeth, and tongue. Simon doesn’t go far when it’s over as he presses his face into the side of your neck. You hold his head in place by burying a hand in his hair as he begins to nip and kiss your neck.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you, accompanied by the prickle of pain caused by his teeth on your neck. You let out moans that bounce off the walls of your bedroom, filling up the space. Filling up the space is also the glow of the runes, burning bright as Simon chases after his orgasm. 

You watch with half-lidded eyes as Simon comes with a long groan. The runes blaze as he comes deep inside you. The color casts a halo around Simon’s body, nearly silhouetting him. He looks like an angel, a thought that nearly pulls a hysterical laugh from your chest. 

The colors grow dimmer when Simon quiets down as he comes down from his orgasm. Your legs fall from his hips and as they come down, so does Simon. He wraps his arms around you and encases your body in his sweaty weight. 

Exhaustion hits you soon after and your eyes grow heavy. Your thoughts go to Simon right before you fall asleep, wondering if he’ll still be on top of you when you wake up. You fall asleep to the feeling of his arms tightening around your body and a pair of lips pressing a kiss to your neck.   

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[eggluverz]

With the Flow

PAIRING. cove holden x mermaid!reader

SUMMARY. in which dolphins lead you to a green-haired man who piques your curiosity.

It wasn’t everyday you could sneak away from your family long enough to see anything interesting. But for some reason, you weren’t under as intense of a watch from your caring, sometimes overbearing, parents like normal. Instead of questioning why, you decided to make your way up to your favorite place: the surface.

It’s where the whales came to breathe, the dolphins liked to play, and where you liked to watch. What exactly did you watch? Well, that answer differed depending on the day. Some days, you would watch the big, fluffy clouds drift along in the sky, wispy and light and you wished there was a way you could have just one little bite… Other days, it was enough for you to just feel the cold breeze against the sun blazing across your face.

Today, your object of fascination however, was a human—a tanned man with the prettiest hair you have ever seen. For a non-merperson of course.

He was sitting on a giant board that had a fin coming out of the bottom, the ripples from the waves gently pushing him back and forth as he floated atop wood.

As rare as it was for you to go up to the surface, it was even more uncommon for you to get close enough to the shore to see the waves. But you were having too much fun chasing the dolphins around you hardly paid attention to where you were headed. Plus, it almost seemed like they had led you here, to this particular spot, close enough to observe this green-haired boy.

Everywhere you went, the water was a different color. Under the sea, some areas were so void of light, the water looked black. In others, it was a clear blue that you could almost see through completely. And over here, in this little spot not too far from a sandy beach, it was a mix of blues and greens, the colors dancing around seamlessly in the breeze. It looked even more vibrant and hypnotizing the closer you got to the human. The bright colors of his hair reflected off the water, blending together with the vast ocean. It looked silky and flowy… Almost unreal.

You wanted to reach out and touch it.

Would it feel like your own hair, or would it feel like the ocean slipping through your fingers? You wanted to find out.

You had to find out.

Before you knew it, you heard a started yelp coming from the human. He jolted away from you frantically, falling off his board. Just as quickly as he fell off, he swiftly got right back on, using the board as a barrier between the two of you.

“Hmm?” you mumbled, confused. You tilted your head to the side with a slight pout. Why had he gone away from you when you were so close to feeling his hair? If he didn’t notice you then you would have been able to touch it and leave once your curiosity was satisfied.

Just then, you remembered how your parents told you humans were similar to merfolk in that they valued their personal space. Perhaps you shouldn’t have reached out to pet him…

As you were about to give him an apology and swim away, his brows furrowed as he peered at you.

“I– What are you…” he trailed off, glancing between you and the shore with a look of concern. “Are you stuck out here?”

Eyes widening, you shook your head, swimming back and getting some distance away from him. You hid most of your face underneath the water, letting just your eyes peek out.

Your movements only caused his worry to spike as he paddled over to you frantically, reaching an arm out. Examining it, you noticed a faint scar running along his forearm, the pale color contrasting with his sun-kissed skin. After a few beats of awkward silence in which you still didn’t take his hand, the human coughed, sounding almost choked.

“Um, right,” he muttered, cheeks flushed. “I don’t want to bother you, but it can be dangerous out here without a board or any company… Do you need help getting back to shore? Why haven’t the lifeguards noticed? And why aren’t you struggling— Are you a professional swimmer?”

You giggled at his rambling. All you wanted was to feel his hair, you didn’t mean to worry him.

Feeling slightly apologetic, you shook your head, reassuring him, “I’m fine.”

The reluctance was clear on his face as he examined you from the position atop his board. A few beats of silence passed when he let himself wonder, “Then, if I can ask, why did you reach out for me exactly?”

You blinked, looking sheepish. “Your hair.”

The human didn’t so much as bat an eye, the curious expression remaining on his face.

“Well,” you felt the need to explain more amidst the silence, “I thought it looked like the ocean. I wanted to see if it felt like it too.”

Instinctively, he reached up and grabbed a wavy strand of hair between the tips of his fingers. He then wiggled his hand around in the water in front of him.

He thought for a second before shaking his head. “No. I don’t think it does.”

The corners of your mouth were pulled down into a frown. You couldn’t help but feel downcast after your questions were answered with a resolution you didn’t want. The human said his hair did not feel like the ocean? Did that mean your fantasies of cotton candy clouds were faulty as well?

Noticing the sudden change of your expression, the human began to seem a little panicked. Oddly enough, it seemed to you that he didn’t like the pouty look on your face.

“Er— Well… You could see for yourself if you’d like,” he offered, eyes shifting rapidly away from your own.

Instantly, your eyes lit up once more. “Yes, please!” you chirped happily, fighting hard to keep your tail from splashing in excitement.

He pushed himself forward on his board, leaning down to you. The man had a slightly confused look on his face, as if he was wondering what on earth compelled him to do something like this in the first place. Swimming forward, you met him in the middle of the distance and reached your right hand out to brush his pale green locks. You toyed with it between the tips of your fingers, smiling proudly like you had just won a prize.

“Nice, nice,” you mused in approval, combing through it one last time before dropping your arm. You looked at the human—or his hair, at least—in admiration. “You’re right that it doesn’t feel just like the ocean, but it’s certainly close!”

“Hah… Thanks,” he mumbled, cheeks flushing pink. You hadn’t realized how well pink complemented the color green until then.

In your excitement, you hardly noticed how close you had gotten to the human. Or rather, the implications of that proximity. If you were more aware, you would have noticed how his eyes flitted down to the water beneath you, a million questions swimming in his gaze.

“Well, thank you for humoring me,” you said just as he opened his mouth to ask something. “Despite how off-putting the request may have been.” To show your appreciation, you reached your hands into your pouch that was resting at your side to grab one of your treasured items you thought would be fitting for your new acquaintance. You fished around the small bag until your fingers wrapped around the rough object. “Here! For you.”

As you presented your treasure to him, you looked up at him expectantly. It seemed like something he would like.

“No way! Is this a shark tooth?” he asked with excitement. He immediately reached his hand out at your offer.

You nodded happily, proud that your intuition was right. “Yes! I got it myself from the seafloor—must’ve sank down there somehow.”

He faltered at your words. “I’ve heard of people collecting shark teeth that have washed up on the shore… But the seafloor, huh?” The human continued examining you curiously. He opened his mouth and shut it a total of three times before finally deciding on a simple, “That’s really cool.”

Noticing his inquisitive gaze, you simply grinned. Maybe you should’ve cared about being more secretive, but it felt like something was telling you that you could trust this green-haired man.

“Is it real?” He gestured at the water. “The, um, tail not the shark tooth.”

Surprised, you glanced up at him, noticing his eyes was fixed on the area below your waist that was hidden beneath the ocean. You pondered for a moment in jest. “Last I checked, yes!”

A short laugh escaped his lips at your response.

A few moments of silence passed and you noticed the temperature of the water dropped slightly, the sun slowly setting behind the horizon. You took that as your cue to head back to your home.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, human,” you said, “but I really should get going now.”

He nodded in understanding, but you noticed his brows were furrowed ever so slightly. He wondered aloud, “Will I ever see you again?”

You thought for a moment, tapping your forefinger against your chin. “Depends.” Leaning in, you whispered to him conspiratorially, “Can you keep a secret?”

The human zipped his mouth shut with his hands. “You can count on me.”

There was no doubt in your mind that his words were sincere. “Then sure! I’ll make sure to see you again…”

“Cove.”

“Cove! Pretty name,” you complimented, earning a slight blush out of him. “I’ll see you around then.”

He nodded, waving his hand to say goodbye. With his other hand, he clutched the shark tooth you gifted him close to his body. “Thank you for this gift. I’ll treasure it.”

“I’ll bring you another trinket the next time I see you, Cove!” you promised, holding your pinky out as you began swishing your tail to swim away. “Look forward to it.”

“I will!”

As you made your way back home, you turned around to see a waving Cove in the distance, eventually looking like a small dot on the horizon. Goodbyes were bittersweet, but you weren’t sad. This was only the beginning, after all.

#our life #cove holden x reader #cove holden #cove x reader #mermaid au #cove holden fanfiction

[determinedowl23]

My own Voices designs!! I wanted each of them to have their own distinct color and article of clothing, which was inspired by @bubblybloob’s designs for them. Individual notes below the cut:

Broken: I wanted his outfit to look haggered and worn. At first I was thinking to have his outfit be like a medieval prisoner’s, but I also added elements of friar robes to go along with Tower’s offer of making us a priest for her. I also made his beak chipped and made it that he doesn’t have the lower set of feathers on his wings (Idk what they’re called- primaries and secondaries I think?)

Cheated: I was stuck on Cheated for so long lol I had no idea what I wanted to do for him. I asked a friend for some medieval outfit ideas and eventually he came up with an executioner and I loved it. He is bitter about his death to Razor. He wants to find a way to kill her himself and will do anything to make sure, even consistently sacrificing LQ in order to get more Voices and become more powerful. And there’s the obvious blade theme going on. I’m pretty sure I had a third reason for it that I forgot too 💀 Now that I’m thinking about it, the Razor route actually kinda mirrors the Witch route, but the roles are swapped…

Cold: I wanted him to wear something an assassin would wear, so I just gave him a cloak lol. I thought that would be a little boring, so I made the front of it look like a scarf. Because…….. he’s Cold.

Contrarian: The obvious thing to do was make him a jester, so I did. The top half of his collar and the color are inspired by Sophist because the Party Crashers brainrot never leaves (I’m watching the Vernias Subathon as I’m writing this post) and if you’ve seen even one of his videos- especially a Mario Party one, you’ll know that he and Contrarian have basically the same personality.

Hero: He’s the main guy, and obviously a hero, so I gave him a knight helmet and cape. The color of the helmet feather changes based on what your Chapter II is (ex. his feather will be magenta during Damsel to match Smitten, and it will stay magenta during Burned Grey. Honestly I may change this lmao) and it’s black in the endgame sequence. He also shifts his cape so that the clasp is in the center during the endgame.

Hunted: Hunted has a torn and tattered vest that’s green to help with camouflage. He and Paranoid have the largest eyes, both because they are always on the lookout for a threat, but it’s more obvious for him and his prey nature. He’s the best flier of all the voices- in fact, he honestly might be the only one who can fly.

Opportunist: Sleazy loser car salesman. He’s the most put together (physically) of them all, and uses this clean look to make himself look “professional” so he can weasel his way out of a sticky situation. I might change his yellow to something less bright, I’m not sure if I like it. I just wanted to make sure his color was distinct enough from Hero’s and Skeptic’s.

Paranoid: His hat and shoulder cape are that of a plague doctor’s, since he single-handedly keeps you alive during Nightmare, and even when Hero takes over the Heart Lungs Liver Nerves™ it’s still Paranoid who’s calling the shots that he thinks are the best. He and Hunted have the best self-preservation skills and best survival instincts.

Skeptic: Honestly Skeptic’s personality was hard for me to identify when I first met him, but I view him as someone who’s skepticism comes from a place of curiosity and an itch to learn as much as he can before coming to a definite conclusion. So I gave him a stereotypical detective cape

Smitten: He’s a bard serenading his beloved Princess! His vibrant magenta outfit represents his love for the darling Damsel <3 His outfit was pretty straightforward lmao. Also, his and Opportunist’s chest feathers are meant to resemble an ascot.

Stubborn: Originally I wanted to make him look like a gladiator, but I didn’t want to give him armor so that Hero would feel more distinct from the others. Plus, he just wants an all out brawl where you and your opponent are even, and if he doesn’t believe in traps, I don’t think he’d believe in armor. Because of that, he doesn’t care too much about clothing. A simple sash will do- a red one so that the bloodstains will blend in. He has a scar over his chest and his eye he gained from the fight with the Princess in Chapter I.

#owl draws #slay the princess #stp voices #should I tag all of them? #yeah I will #voice of the broken #voice of the cheated #voice of the cold #voice of the contrarian #voice of the hero #voice of the hunted #voice of the opportunist #voice of the paranoid #voice of the skeptic #voice of the smitten #voice of the stubborn

[kira-moonrabbit]

what do you use to edit?

Paint.net! It's a freeware image manipulation software kind of in the same vein as photoshop. Looks complicated from the screenshot, but it's designed for ease of use, or at least is easier to use than something like Photoshop~

The big thing about paint.net is its customizability! Base paint.net only has about... let's say 10 options to choose from. But its community has created a WIDE variety of plugins, or extra options to mess with.

Lemme show you what I mean:

So you'll have to look up the plugins yourself (because this ramble was all on a whim and i didnt bother to look them up to link here myself), but all of them were gotten from the official paint.net forums. (Yeah, there's another plus, you don't need to join a discord server just to talk about basic features!)

So this is our basic image, right? I had Telepole Dondon open and put her against a basic gradient of colors. ...Basic gradient? That won't do!

Gradients Galore to the rescue! It lets you plop a two-color gradient right there. that "on object only" bit is especially useful, cuz when you check it, it'll render the gradient over every "object," or set of pixels surrounded by transparent pixels, in the layer.

Now, what shall we do to this picture as it is? Maybe we want it to be duotone? All those colors, yknow, and I did kind of pick bad ones.

There are LOTS of different plugins for fiddling with colors, but this one's called Single Hue! It changes only the hue of an image, leaving the saturation (color vibrancy) and value (brightness or darkness) intact. That saturation slider adjusts how vibrant the colors applied are, but not the image itself. Here's it at a lower setting:

Almost monochrome, aye? Hm, but this is still just one color... enter this one:

Two Tone Threshold! This one will let you set 2 colors as opposites in a black and white type of gradient spectrum, so to speak. Those sliders adjust where one color ends and the other begins!

See? Moving that slider down makes the colors much more distinct. ...Hm? Two colors not enough? Well, how about a third:

Color Ramp is the same thing, but with a third color added to the mix! You have to fiddle with some sliders to make the effect noticable on some images, buuuut...

It can make some real wacky lookin' stuff!

And these are just THREE plugins. You saw all those tabs. You didn't even see the subtabs. And with layer overlays, hoo boy.

...As for the other images I use, that aren't the limbinis and whatnot, I get all those from various free stock photo websites. You can rest assured they're all ethical! (One of my favorites WAS unsplash, but as of late that place has gotten a little... well, you'll see when you look around. Pixabay is also pretty good, but I haven't been there in a while...)

#kira's mysterious editing tag #'why did you have telepole don open???' wouldn't you like to know. #anyway i love going on rambles about the random shit i do to edit. just random little bits and pieces of my process. #even the inconsequential ones like 'why did you name the file that.' or 'why did you pick the frame you did.'

[catchydesignhillstuff]

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[eurokidspatiya]

Holi Happiness: Celebrating Safely with Toddlers

Hello, wonderful parents and mini Holi enthusiasts! 🌈 With the festival of colors around the corner, it's time to talk about safety while soaking in the fun. Here's how to ensure a delightful and secure Holi for your little ones:

1. Go Organic with Colors

Avoid chemical-based colors that may harm your toddler's sensitive skin. Opt for organic, skin-friendly colors or better yet, whip up your own with natural ingredients like turmeric, beetroot, and spinach. Not only are these safe, but also a delightful DIY activity! 👶

2. Dress for the Occasion

Choose comfy, full-sleeved clothes and hats for your toddlers. This simple step significantly minimizes the skin's exposure to the colors, helping prevent irritations and letting them enjoy the festivities fuss-free! 🧢

3. Watch the Face and Eyes

Our tiny tots have delicate facial skin and eyes. Ensure you're avoiding these areas when they're getting their Holi hues on, as even organic colors can cause discomfort if they find their way into those teeny tiny eyes. 🚫

4. Hydration Station

Holi can mean a whole day out in the sun, running amok with colors. Keep your toddlers well-hydrated to counter the heat and maintain their skin's moisture. Water, juices, or even fresh fruits can keep the hydration fun and delicious! 🍊💦

5. Bath Time Post-Play

Once the color play is done, it's time to get cleaned up. Use mild soap and water and avoid vigorous scrubbing to gently remove the colors. Pro tip: A light coat of coconut oil before bath time can work wonders in color removal! 🛁

6. Eyes like a Hawk

Toddlers and curiosity go hand in hand, don't they? While they explore and enjoy, keep a watchful eye to prevent them from putting those colorful hands in their mouths or getting too adventurous with the color packs. 🕵️‍♂️

And here’s a personal anecdote from my Holi playbook: My youngest was a little over two years old during her first Holi, and I can't stress enough how choosing homemade colors and appropriate attire made all the difference. Plus, a well-planned bath time avoided any potential skin rashes, keeping the joy in our Holi buoyant and bright! 💖

When it's all said and done, Holi is about joy, togetherness, and a splash of color. With these tips, your toddler can join in on the tradition safely and happily! 🎉

For those eager to share your own experiences or seek advice, drop a comment below. Wishing all of you a vibrant, laughter-filled, and safe Holi!

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Want to share your Holi moments with us? Use these hashtags:

#HoliWithToddlers

#SafeHoli

#ToddlersFirstHoli

And don’t forget to upload those adorable pics with their color-splashed, smiling faces (carefully avoiding the eyes, of course)!

!Toddler-friendly Holi colors

!Full-sleeved Holi attire

!Hydration during Holi

May your family’s Holi be as bright and colorful as the little one’s imaginations!

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Remember, these small steps can make a world of difference, ensuring Holi remains a treasured memory for both you and your kids. Happy Holi, everyone! 🌟

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[wethinkwedream]

Hey there, fellow plant enthusiasts! Today, I want to introduce you to a game-changing gadget that will take your indoor gardening to a whole new level. Say hello to the magnificent LORDEM 10 Grow Light! Introduction to the LORDEM 10:Grow Light and its benefits If you've been struggling to provide enough light for your precious indoor plants, this full spectrum plant lamp is here to save the day. With its 160 energy-efficient LEDs, this grow light delivers the perfect amount of light to support the healthy growth of your plants, no matter the season or weather outside. But that's not all! The LORDEM 10 Grow Light comes packed with amazing features that will make your plant parenting experience a breeze. With its 4H/8H/12H timer function, you can effortlessly set the perfect lighting schedule for your green babies. Plus, the 10 dimmable levels allow you to customize the brightness according to your plants' needs at different stages of growth. A woman is standing next to a plant with the words LORDEM 10 Grow Light. Overview of the features and specifications Let's dive deeper into what this incredible grow light has to offer. The LORDEM 10 Grow Light boasts three spectrum modes, including the blue spectrum for promoting healthy leaf growth, the red spectrum for stimulating flowering and fruiting, and the full spectrum for overall plant development. In addition, the height of this grow light is adjustable up to 61", ensuring that your tall and large plants receive optimal light coverage. This is especially beneficial for those of us who have a penchant for growing majestic monstera plants or towering fiddle leaf figs. To top it all off, the LORDEM 10 Grow Light is incredibly easy to install and operate. Simply place it in an appropriate spot, adjust the height, set the timer, and watch your plants thrive under its nurturing glow. So, if you're ready to take your indoor gardening game to the next level, I highly recommend giving the LORDEM 10 Grow Light a try. Your plants will thank you, and you'll be rewarded with a more vibrant and flourishing indoor garden. Happy planting! Full Spectrum Lighting Explanation of the importance of full spectrum lighting for indoor plants Hey there, fellow plant lovers! Today, I want to talk to you about the game-changing benefits of full spectrum lighting for your indoor plants. You see, plants have unique needs when it comes to light. They require a full range of colors, just like sunlight, to thrive and grow their best. And that's where the amazing LORDEM 10" Grow Light comes in! This incredible full spectrum plant lamp is designed to provide your green babies with the perfect balance of light they need. With its 160 energy-efficient LEDs, it mimics the natural sunlight and delivers all the essential wavelengths your plants crave, regardless of the season or weather outside. This means that your plants can flourish and thrive, just like they would under the sun. Benefits of using a full spectrum grow light Now, you might be wondering, what are the benefits of using a full spectrum grow light like the LORDEM 10 Grow Light? Well, let me tell you! First and foremost, it promotes healthy and robust growth in your plants. The different spectrum modes, including the blue spectrum for leaf growth, the red spectrum for flowering and fruiting, and the full spectrum for overall plant development, ensure that your plants receive the right light at the right time. Secondly, this amazing grow light is equipped with a 4H/8H/12H timer function, allowing you to set the perfect lighting schedule for your plant babies. No more worrying about forgetting to turn the light on or off! And with the 10 dimmable levels, you can easily adjust the brightness to meet the specific needs of your plants at different stages of growth. But wait, there's more! The LORDEM 10 Grow Light is height adjustable up to 61", making it ideal for growing large and tall plants. Whether you have

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Plus, it also helps you save energy by using only the necessary amount of light. Oh, and did I mention that this grow light has three spectrum modes? That means you not only have control over the brightness but also the specific color of light your plants receive. How cool is that? So, whether you want to mimic the sunny days of summer or create the perfect ambiance for flowering and fruiting, the LORDEM 10 Grow Light's timer and dimmable levels have got you covered. Your plants will thank you for it, and you'll be rewarded with a lush and thriving indoor garden. Happy growing, my green-thumbed friends! LORDEM 10 Grow Light - An automatic on-off timer for plants. Spectrum Modes Hey there, fellow plant enthusiasts! Today, I want to talk to you about the incredible spectrum modes of the LORDEM 10 Grow Light. Get ready to immerse your plants in a world of colorful and vibrant illumination! Explanation of the 3 spectrum modes available in the grow light So, what exactly are spectrum modes? Well, my green-thumbed friends, the LORDEM 10 Grow Light offers you three different options when it comes to the color of light your precious plants receive. Let me break it down for you: Full Spectrum: This mode mimics natural sunlight, providing your plants with a complete range of light wavelengths necessary for their optimal growth. It's like bringing the essence of the great outdoors right into your cozy indoor garden! Red Spectrum: Looking to boost flowering and fruiting in your plants? The red spectrum mode is the way to go! It emits a warm and inviting light that stimulates blooming and enhances the production of those juicy fruits and beautiful blossoms. Blue Spectrum: If your plants are in their early stages of growth or you simply want to promote leafy green foliage, the blue spectrum mode is perfect for you! It emits a cool and refreshing light that encourages strong and healthy leaf development. How each spectrum mode affects plant growth Now, let's dive into how these spectrum modes actually impact the growth of your botanical buddies: Full Spectrum: By providing a wide range of light wavelengths, the full spectrum mode ensures that your plants receive all the necessary components for photosynthesis. This results in healthy and vigorous growth, lush leaves, and vibrant blooms. Red Spectrum: When your plants are exposed to the red spectrum mode, it stimulates the production of hormones that promote flowering and fruiting. Say hello to a bountiful harvest and a garden bursting with colors! Blue Spectrum: The blue spectrum mode caters to the needs of plants during their vegetative stage. It encourages the growth of strong and resilient foliage, giving your green buddies a sturdy foundation for their journey towards maturity. With the LORDEM 10 Grow Light's fantastic spectrum modes, you can create the perfect lighting environment for your indoor garden. So, go ahead and experiment with different colors of light to unleash the full potential of your plants. Happy growing, my friends! Height Adjustable Design Let's talk about the amazing height adjustable design of the LORDEM 10 Grow Light! It's like having a personal trainer for your plants, allowing you to tailor the perfect lighting setup for plants of all shapes and sizes. Get ready to take your indoor gardening to new heights! Overview of the height adjustable feature of the LORDEM 10 Grow Light With its height adjustable design, the LORDEM 10 Grow Light gives you the flexibility to customize the distance between the light source and your plants. Whether you have towering sunflowers or petite succulents, this grow light has got you covered. It stands tall at 61", making it ideal for growing large, tall plants that need ample space to spread their leaves. Not only does the height adjustable feature allow you to accommodate different plant sizes, but it also ensures that every leaf and bud gets the perfect amount of light.

You can easily raise or lower the light to provide optimal coverage, giving your plants the best chance to thrive. Benefits of being able to adjust the height for different plant sizes Being able to adjust the height of the grow light has numerous benefits for your indoor garden. Firstly, it allows you to avoid any light burn caused by placing the light too close to your plants. By adjusting the height, you can create a safe distance that provides adequate light without damaging your plant's delicate foliage. Additionally, the height adjustable design enables you to promote uniform growth in your plants. As they grow taller, you can gradually raise the light to maintain an optimal distance. This ensures that every inch of your plant receives the right amount of light, leading to strong stems, lush leaves, and vibrant blooms. So, whether you have a collection of towering green giants or a variety of petite leafy pals, the height adjustable design of the LORDEM 10" Grow Light has got you covered. It's time to give your plants the personalized lighting experience they deserve. Happy gardening, my green-thumbed friends! LORDEM 10 Grow Light - Automatic on-off timer for plants. Ideal for Growing Large Tall Plants How the LORDEM 10 Grow Light is specifically designed for tall plants When it comes to growing large, tall plants indoors, the LORDEM 10 Grow Light is your ultimate partner. Its height adjustable design makes it stand out from the rest, allowing you to cater to the needs of your towering green pals. With a staggering height of 61", this grow light provides ample space for your plants to spread their leaves and reach for the sky. No more cramped and suffocated plants! The LORDEM 10 Grow Light ensures that your tall plants have the room they need to stretch and thrive. Features that make it suitable for growing large plants indoors Not only does the LORDEM 10 Grow Light offer a generous height, but it also comes with a range of features that are tailor-made for the needs of large plants. Firstly, its 160 LEDs emit a full spectrum of light, replicating natural sunlight and providing your plants with the essential nutrients they need for healthy growth. The 10 dimmable levels allow you to adjust the intensity of the light according to your plant's requirements. Additionally, the 4H/8H/12H timer function ensures that your plants receive the right amount of light at the right time, promoting their growth and overall well-being. But the real game-changer is the height adjustable feature. By customizing the distance between the light source and your plants, you can ensure that every leaf and bud gets the perfect amount of light. This encourages uniform growth and prevents any light burn that may occur from placing the light too close. So, if you're looking to grow large, tall plants indoors, the LORDEM 10 Grow Light is your go-to option. Give your green giants the personalized lighting experience they deserve and watch them flourish in all their towering glory. Happy growing! User-Friendly and Easy to Use Overview of the user-friendly design and functionality When it comes to the LORDEM 10 Grow Light, user-friendliness is key. From its design to its functionality, every aspect is carefully crafted to make your indoor gardening experience a breeze. Firstly, let's talk about the height adjustable feature. With a maximum height of 61 inches, this grow light is perfect for those tall plants that need some extra room to stretch. Whether your plants are craving some skyward growth or just need a little breathing space, the LORDEM 10" Grow Light has got you covered. But what about the controls? Don't worry, they're as intuitive as can be. With a simple touch of a button, you can easily adjust the dimmable levels to provide the perfect amount of light for your plants. Whether they prefer a soft glow or a vibrant radiance, you can cater to their needs with ease. How to set up and operate the grow light

Setting up the LORDEM 10" Grow Light is a piece of cake. Simply position it near your plants, adjust the height according to their needs, and plug it in. Voila! You're ready to go. Operating the grow light is just as simple. The 4H/8H/12H timer function makes it easy to schedule the perfect amount of light for your plants. Just set it and forget it! Plus, the full spectrum of light emitted by the 160 LEDs ensures that your plants receive all the nutrients they need for healthy growth. In conclusion, the LORDEM 10" Grow Light is not only perfect for growing large, tall plants, but it is also incredibly user-friendly. With its adjustable height, customizable light intensity, and easy setup, it's a gardener's dream come true. So why wait? Give your plants the love and care they deserve with this fantastic grow light. Happy growing! LORDEM 10 Grow Light for large plants. Conclusion In conclusion, the LORDEM 10" Grow Light is the perfect solution for indoor plant enthusiasts who want to see their plants thrive. With its user-friendly design and functionality, it takes the hassle out of gardening and makes it a delightful experience. Let's recap the benefits and features of this amazing grow light. Summary of the benefits and features of the LORDEM 10 Grow Light Firstly, the adjustable height feature is a game-changer. Whether you have tall plants that need extra room or smaller ones that prefer a cozy environment, this grow light can accommodate them all. Plus, the height can be easily adjusted up to 61 inches, allowing your plants to reach for the stars. Next, let's talk about the controls. The dimmable levels are incredibly intuitive, making it effortless to provide the perfect amount of light for your plants. With just a touch of a button, you can create a soft ambiance or a vibrant radiance, depending on their preferences. Setting up and operating the LORDEM 10" Grow Light is as easy as pie. Simply position it near your plants, adjust the height, and plug it in. The 4H/8H/12H timer function allows you to schedule the optimal light duration, taking the guesswork out of your gardening routine. Recommendation for using the grow light for growing indoor plants If you're looking to grow large, tall plants indoors, there's no better option than the LORDEM 10" Grow Light. Its full spectrum of light emitted by the 160 LEDs provides all the necessary nutrients for healthy growth. Combine this with the adjustable height and customizable light intensity, and you have the recipe for a successful indoor garden. So, don't wait any longer! Treat your plants to the love and care they deserve with the LORDEM 10" Grow Light. With its user-friendly features and impressive functionality, it's a gardener's dream come true. Happy growing! University of Minnesota Extension on Small-scale Hydroponics: Small-scale hydroponics | UMN Extension Princeton University on The Future of Farming: Hydroponics: The Future of Farming: Hydroponics — PSCI Ohio State University on The Science of Hydroponic Systems: The Science of Hydroponic Systems | Food and Agriculture

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[itsallyscorner]

“Move the plans”

Pairing: Florence Pugh x actress!reader (platonic)

Summary: Florence tells you to cancel your plans when she ends up in New York.

Warnings: Nothing really bad. Mentions lactose intolerance? Idk if that’s sensitive to people. Probably some spelling errors.

A/n: Hello darlings! I’m back from my unannounced break. I decided to write a platonic Florence fic because she’s a sweetheart and I loved her as Yelena! Also for those who follow me, don’t worry, I will be working on a sequel to my Tom Holland “Sour” fic!! But for now, please enjoy this fic!😚💕

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(Loml)

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You stood backstage in front of a mirror, looking at your appearance and making sure there were no wrinkles on the dress you wore. Your hairstylist was behind you, fluffing your hair and managing the stray baby hairs on your head. You were currently at NBC Studios in New York City, about to do an interview with the infamous, Jimmy Fallon. Tingles buzzed through your skin as you heard the cheers and music from the stage. Jimmy’s voice can be heard faintly backstage, only adding to your growing excitement.

The sound of heels clicking approached you, it took less than a second for you to feel the warm presence of Florence behind you. The both of you were starring in the upcoming Black Widow movie alongside Scarlett Johansson; after months of working together and spending days hanging out, you and Florence had become very close friends. She was, without a doubt, your favorite person in the world. Since the moment you met her, she had always been the most sweetest and caring person you’ve ever met—and you were proud to say you had her in your corner.

You met Flo’s eyes in the mirror and bright smiles were instantly on your faces. Turning around, you open your arms wide, and wrap them around her. Bear hugs were a must in your friendship with Flo, you both just loved receiving hugs from each other.

“Ahhh! I told you that dress would be perfect for tonight, you look stunning!” She squealed, tightening her arms around you. A day before Jimmy Fallon, you and Flo had been at your place with your stylist, picking out which dress you should wear for the interview. The dress was casual, but the color was so ever vibrant that it made the dress pop.

You pulled out the hug and looked at what she was wearing. Her gorgeous blonde hair was curled into loose locks and her dress was just as vibrant as yours. The pink of her dress and the orange (yellowish?) of yours complimented each other. Which coincidentally enough, was a parallel of your lovely friendship with Florence.

“Me? Flo, you look gorgeous! I’m so obsessed with this look!” You help her twirl, hyping her up as she showed off her outfit. After sneaking in a little mirror selfie and posting it onto Instagram, the two of you were given a five minute warning from one of the crew members. You and Flo were moved to stand behind the curtain, waiting for your cues to walk onto the stage.

While the two of you were getting mic’d up, Florence leaned closer to you.

“Can I be completely honest with you?” She mumbled, her stare remaining on the curtain before her. Your brow raises in curiosity as your head slightly turns to look at her.

“Of course, hun. What’s up?” You ask, your attention on her. She sighs and leans even closer so only you can hear her.

“I feel like I’m about to shit my pants.” She admits, swallowing nervously. Your mouth gapes, “Did you have iced coffee too?”

Flo’s face scrunches up in confusion, “N-no! That was me telling you I was nervous! Did you have iced coffee?” She fully turns to look at you and judging by the look of guilt plastered across your face, you did in fact have iced coffee.

“Maybe?” You answer, though it came out more like a question. Florence rolls her eyes at you.

“(Y/n), how many times do you have to be reminded that you’re lactose intolerant?” She scolded you.

You scoff, holding a hand up at her, “Trust me, I’m reminded every time I sit on a toilet.” You shake your head, trying to refocus the conversation.

“This isn’t about my poor digestive system—why are you nervous?”

She sighs, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I’m used to doing interviews and stuff. But I haven’t been on Jimmy Fallon, and there’s an audience out there and I don’t want to mess up or accidentally spoil the movie.”

You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “You may be British, but you’re not Tom Holland. You won’t spoil anything.” You start. She quickly shoots you a look that screams, “you’re not helping”. You make a gesture physically telling her that you’re getting to the point.

“You’re going to be fine! I mean you did Jimmy Kimmel right? This shouldn’t be that different, it’s the same thing—just different studios, in different states, and different Jimmy’s.” You point out. She nods along as you continue, “Plus, I’m gonna be up there with you. You won’t be alone.”

With the help of your reassurance and witty little comments, Florence felt her anxiousness simmer down. They weren’t completely gone but the fact that you were gonna be up there together made her relax more. Being part of Marvel had its pros and cons. Sure, the movies are spectacular and the actors are outstanding. Though when it comes to doing promo for said movies, it can be quite stressful. It’s a known fact that Marvel and it’s executives can be quite strict when it comes to interviews with anyone involved in the making of their films—their strictness made sense, although for first time MCU members, it took some getting used to.

Florence smiles at you, “Thank you.”

You playfully nudge her shoulder with yours, “Don’t worry about it.” You say with a kind smile.

The wholesome moment was interrupted by one of the stagehands telling you and Florence that the two of you were on in 15 seconds.

“Our guests tonight are making their big MCU debut in the new Black Widow film, please welcome (Y/n) (L/n) and Florence Pugh!”

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“So in the movie, there’s three of you guys—where’s the other one?” Jimmy asked, motioning his hand to the small space between you and Flo.

“She’s at home I believe.” Florence answered, glancing at you. “She’s busy doing stuff, you know—adult things.” She added.

You took the opportunity to make a joke and said, “Yet here we are promoting her movie.” You roll your eyes playfully. The crowd bursts out laughing, along with Jimmy, who smacked his desk.

“You know, we deserve a raise for this.” Flo considers, going along with your joke. She slightly snorts and nudges your arm with her elbow. “We could take Scarlett’s check and just split it in half for ourselves.”

“Problem solved.” You shrugged, high fiving her.

Another round of laughs fill the room as Jimmy says, “So you’re both taking Scarlett’s money?”

Jokingly, you nod in approval, “By the end of this interview? Definitely.”

Dropping the bit, you shake your head with a grin on your face. “I’m kidding! I’m only joking, I wouldn’t do that to her, even if I were forced to.”

Jimmy moves on as a picture of you, Florence, and Scarlett pops up on the screen. The picture had been posted on your Instagram and was taken while the three of you were filming in between takes. You were taking the selfie while Scarlett and Florence were poking their heads out from behind you making funny faces.

“I can’t imagine how exciting it is to be on a Marvel set, and to even work with one of the first ever heroes in the MCU—that must be insane!” Jimmy exclaims, motioning to another picture of the three of you.

“It’s unbelievable. To work alongside Scarlett and to follow this kind of path that she’s paved in the MCU is an honor. She really was like our older sister behind the scenes, because she was always guiding us and taking care of everyone. She’s the best.” Florence responded while you nodded in agreement.

“I watched the movie last night and one of the things I enjoyed the most was the dynamic the three of you had. You guys were like actual siblings.” Jimmy mentioned, motioning between you and Flo.

Florence giggled before squeezing you into a tight hug, “Yeah, she’s my big sister.” You smiled beamingly, patting her cheek before she let go.

“No, really! She’s like my actual younger sister.” You tell the audience, who “awed” at the hug you both shared. “We spent months on this movie and we spent every single day with each other. By the middle of production, we were basically roommates.”

“Roommates?” Jimmy questioned, leaning his elbows on his desk.

“Because I was always at her house.” Florence answered in a ‘duh’ tone. “I’ve actually grown an attachment to (Y/n), she’s like my comfort blanket. So I need to have her with me at all times. If she’s not with me, I just won’t leave the house.”

“Speaking of your attachment to (Y/n), there’s this video of you that you apparently sent her?” Jimmy gestured at you, “And you posted it on your Instagram and now the whole internet is obsessed with it.”

“Yup, that’s the one.” You confirmed.

“I know there’s probably some people who haven’t seen it, so here’s the video.” The video of Florence popped up on the screen and began to play.

(This fic was based on this TikTok😭)

Jimmy looked at you and Florence in amusement, “Can we get some context?”

Florence waved her hand at the screen and said, “As you can all see, I’m very persistent.”

“This wasn’t your first time sending her these kinds of videos?” Jimmy asked. You shook your head, a feign look of annoyance on your face.

“No, she does this all the time.”

“In my defense, I was unexpectedly flying out to New York for a project. I knew I was gonna be in the city for a few days, so I decided to call (Y/n) and make the most of my trip.” Flo defended herself, slightly pouting.

You leaned your head on her shoulder, “To be fair, it was also our first time seeing each other since we wrapped Black Widow, and we really missed each other.”

“(Y/n), did you have to move any plans?” Jimmy turns to you. Florence does the same.

“You know what, you never told me if you had plans or not.” She squints her eyes at you. Your arms crossed while your body slowly sunk into the couch.

You pretend to fix your lipstick, quickly muttering, “I might’ve moved some plans around.”

Florence’s mouth gapes in shock, her entire body freezing. She grips onto your shoulder, “Wait, you actually moved plans for me?”

“I might’ve rescheduled a lunch with someone, but that doesn’t really matter.” You replied, trying to move on from the topic. Jimmy pointed at you, a giant grin on his face, “You actually moved plans for Florence!”

Florence’s mouth was still wide in shock, “I can’t believe you actually moved plans for me—(Y/n)!” She whined.

“I missed seeing you, so of course I had to move them.” You bashfully explained, the corners of your lips turning upwards. Florence pulled you into a hug.

“Gosh, you really do love me!” She exclaimed.

“I really do!” You said, your arms wrapping around her as well.

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[potter-imagines]

Smoking 🍃 w/ Your Boyfriend Fred Weasley...

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader  Prompt: Thought this was an interesting idea since I think we can all agree the Weasley Twins were def dealers lol

 (I’m still on vacation I just had this one in my drafts so I finished it up)

Warning: mature, sexual, weed, smoking, swearing, probs more.  If mentions of drugs makes you uncomfortable or you just don’t like it, don’t read this please! as implied by the title, this is literally all about what smoking with Fred Weasley would include 

-      Okay lets face it

-       Everyone and their owls know Fred and George Weasley were the best, most trusted, ‘flower’ dealers in Hogwarts 🍃🍃

-       You knew this before you started dating Fred

-       It just came as a bonus after getting together

-       Fred and George are almost always a little high

-       They sell carts, wax, edibles and flower

-       Like they’ve got it all, and the best quality

-      Their edibles are only for the brave; half the time you get an out of this world high, and other times, your skin is bright pink for a week from their trick

-       Lee Jordan also helps them with sales, the three of them are by far the biggest stoners in your year- probably in the whole castle

-       Seeing as most Slytherins’ did lines in the bathroom and in their dorms, Fred and George hardly sold to Slytherins

-       Most of the money the twins make goes towards saving for their dream joke shop

-       But Fred loves to buy you gifts when he has the chance

-       Like flowers, a bracelet, butterbeer, candies, books, etc.

-       He adores spoiling you

-       Fred never makes you pay if you wanna pick up from him

-       But he usually prefers you smoke with him or him and George

-       “You’re just so adorable when you’re high, sweetheart, I don’t wanna miss a thing. Plus, I’m scared you’ll tweak like a minx if you’re alone.”

-       Munchies galore

-       You guys will smoke late at night in their dorm with Lee

-       George is the designated snack man and will sneak into the kitchen before your smoke session

-       Lee shoves towels under the door and closes the vents

-       You would probably be the one enchanting the room so the smell doesn’t get out, but Fred really couldn’t care if anyone smelled it

-       You’ll usually smoke out the window, then trudge over to Fred’s bed and plop onto of him

-       “Jeeze, I think someone took one too many hits.”

-       Fred, George, and Lee will mess around, laughing loudly as they pass a blunt amongst the group

-       If it’s your first few times smoking, you’d probably just sit in Fred’s lap on the ground, staring off at the floor

-       Fred loves to tease you when you’re high

-       “Earth to Y/n- come back to us please.”

-       “Lovie, you’re eyes, they’re bloodshot as hell!”

-       Lots of kisses

-       You guys don’t make out too much after smoking as it’s nearly impossible for the both of you

-       Dry mouth is a bitch

-       Fred is vvv handsy when high

-       Like he needs to be touching your skin somehow

-       Whether he places you on his lap with his arms around you

-       Or laying together in his bed

-       Or holding hands on your walk back to the castle after smoking in the forest

-       Likes to pinch your butt when you’re walking up the stairs

-       He doesn’t really like when you’re high in public

-       He can tell when you’re nervous and start getting fidgety, so he’ll ask you to go on a walk with him to calm you down

“Angel, let’s go to the lake, yeah? Think you could use some fresh air, love.”

-       Fred will help you if you’re using a bong

-       “Here, love, just breathe it in until I tell you to stop and I’ll lift the top.”

-       COUGHING IN A SIN IN THEIR DORM

-       Whoever coughs first is labeled as a ‘little bitch’ according to George

-       Fred scolds Lee and George when they try to make fun of you for coughing

-       Like will murder them with his eyes and slap ts out of George’s arm

-       “Leave her alone… you know she doesn’t smoke as much as us… it’s completely normal, darling.” “Merlin’s sake, Fred. We’re just teasing her, mate. I think you could use the hit next him, maybe it’ll calm your hormones.”

-       George and you will have heated life debates

-       “No, George! Dinosaurs were here before people!” “That is not true, Y/n. Humans ruled the earth before those vicious stompers came roaming about. The dinosaurs- or should I say dinomurders- they killed all of humanity! They stomped on them, trapped the kids in those jeeps trying to eat them and ruined the kid’s fun and made destroyed the theme park-“ “George… that’s Jurassic Parks. It’s a fucking movie, you git.”

-       Fred likes to wrap his Gryffindor tie around your head and putting his sweaters over you “Aw, you look so cute, darling. I love seeing you in my clothes but my favorite thing is seeing you with nothing on at all.” “Fred! You can’t say that in front of George and Lee-“ “Oh believe me, Y/n. We sleep only feet away from you two- we’ve heard a lot worse. A lot worse.”

-       You guys will just lay around laughing for most of the night

-       You favorite times were when Fred and George would start talking about their childhood and sharing hilarious stories

-       George likes to mess with Fred when he’s high

-       For example

-       He’ll throw his arm around you and lazily lean into your side

-       Fred would watch closely from only a few feet away

-       George would then whisper into your ear, causing giggles to erupt from your chest

-       Which makes Fred jerk in annoyance

-       The weed didn’t help control his jealous- it magnified it if anything

-       Typically, he wouldn’t care since he knew George and you were extremely close friends

-       But Fred always got a little more… horny and possessive when the weed hit his bloodstream

-       Fred would pout until you noticed him and would comfort him

-       “Freddie, what’s wrong, bubba? You look so sad, aww.”

-       His jealously would diminish the second you moved away from George to his side

-       He loves when you hold his hand

-       Your favorite thing to do when high is play with his red, vibrant hair or when he would stroke and pet yours

-       Fred likes to attempt a braid in your hair

-       But he just ends up twisting two strands of hair in a coil then wrapped your black hair tie at the end

-       The gleeful, proud look on his face afterwards melted your heart so much you couldn’t tell him he failed miserably at a braid

-       You guys will place bets on who will slump first

-       It’s usually you or George

-       Fred and Lee will stay up until morning talking about life, school, quidditch, life goals, and anything else

-       Nights that you did get high with Fred in his dorm, he’d always insist that you sleep in his bed

-       He didn’t like taking the risk of you walking alone to your dorm room and risk getting caught

-       The last thing he wanted was you in trouble when he could’ve prevented it

-       You guys like to sneak into the kitchen after hours and make edibles together

-      Preferably marshmallow bar edibles or cookies

-       You liked to bring things with you for your smoke sessions with the twins

-       Like coloring books

-       A blanket, since Fred only sleeps with two which just seems criminal

-       A water bottle !!! this is a must

-       And some vanilla cherry Chapstick, Fred’s favorite

-       Fred’s favorite spot to smoke in along the Black Lake at night

-       Coming here with Fred will usually end with the both of you swimming in the lake

-       Whether it’s because he pushed you, you pushed him, or it was decided in the moment mutually that midnight was the perfect time for a swim

-      You liked smoking out by the lake as it was relaxing and fun with Fred

-       But you much preferred his dorm- it was the safest option by far

-       Fred loves getting high alone with you

-       Typically in his room as your roommates didn’t want people constantly in and out of the room as where Fred, George, and Lee were used to it

-       They made a handful of sales from their dorm room

-       Like a sinful amount 

-       It was by far the easiest way

-       Fred would light some candles before you arrived

-       A variety of sweets and snacks were sprawled against his bed

-        And warm fuzzy socks laid out for you 

-       He’d pack the bowl, then open the window

-       A blanket was thrown across the ledge so you could sit more comfortably

-       “What a gentleman!”

-       After smoking, Fred would carry you back to his bed

-       Most nights, you guys would just cuddle and whisper to each other

-       Fred never misses an opportunity to kiss you

-       On your lips

-       Forehead

-       Cheek

-       Nose

-       Neck (which will usually lead to something else with this boy)

-       Anywhere

-       Continuously giggling all night

-       Fred and you share your high thoughts

-       “But, just hear me out here. Is there another word for synonym?”

-       “Babe, who do you think came up with the alphabet? And how the fuck did they put the alphabet shit in alphabetical order.” “Darling, I am way too baked to even remember what fucking goes in an alphabet.”

-       High sex

-       Fred makes you feel so comfortable

-      Compliments you profusely 

-       Lot of laughing

-       He lovesssss going down on you when you’re both baked

-       Cause you make the cutest little noises, euphoria taking over your sense

-       He can stay down there for hours just basking in your sweet moans

-       Favorite is missionary so he can see every reaction gracing your face

-       Is only brave enough to try new sex adventures when he’s either high or drunk

-       Discovers that you both very much so enjoy his hand wrapped around your neck as he thrusts into you

-       And when you get on top

-       His touchy side comes out the most in these moments

-       Sloppy sex

-       But still vvvv fulfilling and pleasurable

-       He’ll whisper in your ear as his pace quickens

-       “You look so beautiful, sweetheart. So pure but so dirty just for me.”  

-       “Merlin, you’re bloody breathtaking with my fingers in your mouth, angel.”

-       “Freddie, you feel so good.”

-       You both finish within a matter of minutes, never lasting long when in this state

-       “…That was the best sex I’ve ever had, ever.” “Fred, lovie, you say that every time we have sex.”

“Cause it just keeps getting better and better!”

-       Cuddling for the rest of the night

-       Always making sure you’re dressed before George or Lee turn in for the night

-       Fred would fall asleep first when it was just the two of you

-       He talks in his sleep, nearly every hour he’d mutter something

-       In an odd way, you found it comforting

-       Especially when it’s your name he’s mumbling

-       Falling asleep in Fred’s arms

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley oneshot #george weasley imagine #george weasley one shot #george weasley imagine #George Weasley x reader imagine #Fred and George Weasley #george weasley #Fred Weasley x reader #hogwarts #gyffindor #imagine #hp imagine #hp imagines #harry potter imagines #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #Harry Potter x reader #ron weasly imagine #Ron Weasley #Molly Weasley #Ginny Weasley #weasley twins #weasley #Weasley twins imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy imagines #Draco Malfoy

[lananiscorner]

Rating FE3H male class designs using Dimitri (and his tiny waist) - Part 2 - Intermediate classes

I’ve had Thoughts™ on the different class designs for a long while and Dimitri’s tiny waist is as good an excuse as any to look at them, so let’s go. Putting the rest beneath the cut, because long post is long.

Archer

4/5. Archers, by virtue of being ranged fighters, don’t need much armor, so I won’t critique the lack of plating here. This is actually really well-balanced in terms of color and patterns, even if it uses that ugly brown again. I think it’s the white trims that save this one. Dimitri looks resigned to a life of hunger. Thin boy is thin (and yet those thighs could probably still squash a grown man’s head like a grape).

Armored Knight

2/5. Om nom nom nom nom nom. Dimitri took “you need more iron in your diet” too literal and is now nibbling on this atrocity’s collar. Seriouly though, you take one fall in this getup and you probably break a tooth or two. On the bright side, we finally have proper armor on the armor and it’s even convex in the front (which helps warding off blows). I would like this one a lot if it wasn’t for the dental bill in waiting.

Brawler

3/5. I wanna hate this one, because some part of me just screams UGLY at this get-up, and yet it also kind of works? It’s weird. It feels like Fire Emblem looked at Final Fantasy and went “hey, I know what we need to be just as popular! BELTS! Lots of belts! If it works for FF it will work for FE!” That said, I’m not gonna say no to a half bare-chested Dimitri and I appreciate this costume using a nicer shade of brown.

Brigand

3/5. This is what happens when fragile masculinity interferes with the need to dress appropriately for the weather. I mean, really? Just had to ditch the sleeves to show off your biceps? Alright. This one only stays in mid range thanks to its nice color balance to offset the lack of good judgment.

Cavalier

4/5. No pre-time skip picture this time, because I forgot to take one. Sorry. This one has a decent amount of armor coverage for both horse and rider and is just all around pleasant to look at, even if it’s a little bland. Speaking of ‘bland’, Dimitri please eat something--your waist is only two horse ears wide.

Dark Mage

5/5. Why, I...hello mister, how are you tonight? This outfit is SLICK. Simple, elegant, and smoother than Sylvain’s guilty conscience. Dimitri has achieved peak thinness. Who even needs organs?

Lord

5/5. Finally some vibrant, saturated colors! Loog would be proud. I’m not even gonna critique the weird armor placement this time, since the colors just look so good. Dimitri finally had a meal after he ditched the Dark Mage outfit.

Mage

1/5. This is a potato sack dyed blue. Moving on.

Mercenary

2/5. I am not sure I would hire somebody who has such questionable armor placement choices. Yes, please, let’s put *everything* in armor *except* for your center of mass, that will work out great. /s Maybe that’s why he looks like he hasn’t eaten for days?

Priest

4/5. I... actually really like this one. It very clearly says “healer”, it looks elegant, since you’re not supposed to fight on the front lines, it doesn’t need much armor either, plus it’s apparently comfy enough to accomodate another set of clothes underneath (which makes post time skip Dimitri’s waist look even more alarming, because if it’s that narrow after two layers of clothing, you really want him to have a meal).

Thief

4/5. Thieves are supposed to be quick and stealthy. Armor is bulky and loud, so I will forgive the lack of protection here. I low key dig the fur collar. Post time skip Dimitri somehow looks better in this than pre time skip Dimitri and I don’t know why.

#Fire Emblem: Three Houses #FE3H #FE3H class designs #Intermediate designs are a mixed bag #the clear winner here is Lord

[asscandles]

This has lived in my mind rent FREE also hello :)

Can you pls do Momiji Sohma teaching his s/o German while his s/o is helping him with his Japanese thank you very much

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ! :ᴅ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(ꜱ): ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ

when you swore like a sailor after slipping in a puddle and busting your ass on the concrete, the last thing you expected was for momiji to ask you to help him achieve a better grasp on the japanese language

however, you hesitantly agreed--on the condition that momiji reciprocates by teaching you german, that is

it was so cute, finding him sitting criss-cross on the floor, flashing a bright grin and twirling a sparkly, lemon-yellow pen lazily among his fingers while he waits for you to join him

i hope you like color, because he has compiled the most vibrant and multi-colored study material for you two to use. trying to locate anything is like rummaging through a surplus of sunshine and rainbows

sticky notes sticky notes sticky notes!!

he even pulls out his collection of glittery notebooks he’s amassed during his hunts for workbooks he has yet to complete. kid’s pulling out ALL the stops for you, sweetheart :)

in the beginning, he swears he does his best to take his studies seriously. but sometimes, his best is mediocre. his eyes do focus earnestly on your lips when you ask him to watch you, yes… but, there are also light twinkles of playful admiration that brim in his gaze like dapples of silken cream rippling amidst a sea of freshly poured coffee. his smile is sticky-sweet whenever he messes up the pronunciation of certain words, cherry-red tickling his cheeks as he flushes in embarrassment. he doodles little hearts next to the questions he’s supposed to be answering, mind swathed in a thick haze and intoxicated by daydreams of you holding his hand and kissing his cheeks.

it’s no wonder he’s distracted. he’s just so thrilled to be with you!!

but, the more small, careless mistakes he makes while bewitched by your presence, the tighter he holds his pen and the more his eyebrows furrow in mild irritation. he’d almost forgotten; yes, you two are spending time together, but you’re also taking the time out of your day to teach him. plus, he definitely doesn’t want to look like an idiot.

soon enough, he’s leaned over the table, diligently scribbling renditions of your lessons onto enough sticky notes to blanket the whole table. he’s no longer half-assing the words, but instead asking you to repeat them several times before attempting the pronunciation by himself.

that doesn’t mean he stops sneaking peaks at you every now and again. what can he say? seeing you watching him with such pride and satisfaction glowing in your eyes makes his heart pulse with confidence. he loves to make you proud.

that’s not all. a sensation of warmth spreads through his stomach, soft and with a kiss as gentle as drizzled honey, yet so prominent and impossible to ignore that he can’t ward off the shy, content smile that replaces his usually childish grin.

truth be told, he always wished that he could learn japanese with his mom. he wanted to learn with her, to mess up and laugh at his mistakes with her, and to succeed with her. but, it turned out that fate has a cruel way of correcting one’s path. he bought all of those colorful notebooks in hopes that the bright colors would distract him from the gaping pit yawning in his chest; but, before long, the covers became just as bland and lifeless as the empty pages they conceal

learning japanese was one of his most dreaded activities of the day.

but then, you showed up out of the blue and flipped his world on its axis. well, it’s more like you accidentally jumped on him from atop his roof, but that’s a story for another time :)

the more time he spent with you lounging on the floor covered in workbooks, the more the glittery sheen of his pens was restored, the less dismal the covers of his notebooks seemed, and the smaller the hole in his heart shrank. the sun seemed to shine a little brighter. the wind chimes seemed to twinkle and trill with laughter. the breeze that swept in from the slightly open door and scattered his papers across the floor seemed less infuriating and didn’t push him closer to his breaking point like it usually would; before his eyes would’ve even had time to blur with their usual tears of frustration, your hands were on his shoulders and you were on your feet, head tossed forward with laughter so that strands of your hair feathered over his nose.

that’s right.

he didn’t feel like crying. how could he? he didn’t even have time. not when adoration for you washed away the stinging nag of loneliness that dug further and further into his chest with each breath he took. not when you tap a lollipop against his nose with an equally sugary smile, a reward for successfully translating three sentences.

when it comes to teaching you, he feels so proud of himself

he does his darndest to explain things slowly and thoroughly, leaving little to no room for confusion.

momiji likes to sit next to you so that he can “point things out” as you work. in reality, he just wants to be as close to you as possible, slouching against your shoulder as he rattles off a lesson about verbs and adjectives. if he gets restless, he’ll strut around you, leaning over your shoulder to monitor your progress every so often with a pleased hum

if it helps you, he’d be willing to make up simple, little songs on his violin to help you remember certain declensions. he looks so serene whenever he plays, slender fingers guiding the bow to dance along the strings, golden locks shifting against his forehead with each tilt of his head. while he sits on the bed, you’re at his feet on the floor, arms and chin propped on his thighs with your notebook in hand as you sing along.

okay, but i see momiji slipping the lollipop you gave him as a reward from between his lips and popping it between your own to repay your generosity when you translate something difficult

you’ll be sitting there, barbecue sauce on your titties, shocked as hell, while momiji just laughs at your expression like the closet menace that he is

he always feels so giddy whenever he sees your effort paying off, like “yes, that’s really my s/o. fuck up that german, babe” but not as... colorfully

you may or may not have accidentally spit in his eye when trying to pronounce a very guttural word, and then proceeded to spend the next twenty minutes with his head in your lap and a damp washcloth over his eyes. all the while, he’ll be quizzing you on vocabulary.

“but, your eye--”

“THE SHOW MUST GO ON!”

yeah, if you’re studying something for fun, then i highly recommend having momiji as a study buddy :D

#fruits basket #fruits basket anime #momiji sohma #fruits basket momiji #momiji x reader #sohma momiji #fruitsbasketsohma #character x y/n #character x reader

[openheartthot]

Be Mine

Pairing: Open Heart [Ethan x f!MC (Camille Prescott)]

Word Count: 1,764

Rating: T

Warinings: Brief mentions of sex/sexual content 

Category: Fluff :)

Summary: Ethan and Camille make it official on Valentine’s Day.

***

I know it’s been like 2 months since I last posted a fic but I’ve been feeling a tiny bit more positive about OH3, plus it’s Valentine’s Day and these two idiots are in love. Don’t mind me making Ethan the insecure one as payback for what PB does to us haha

Ethan has been so buried in work that, lately, all the days seem to blend into one another. He can’t remember the last time he took a day off-- he’s been living, eating, and breathing Edenbrook.

And then there’s Camille.  

On the rare occasion that he manages to tear himself away from the hospital… he’s been living, breathing, and eating her, too. 

Ethan tugs slightly at his collar, a sudden flush working up his neck at the reminder of her soft blonde hair and even softer curves. 

The airy sound of her laugh has his head instinctually jerking up and in the direction of the residents’ lounge. 

As Ethan turns on his heel to follow the familiar noise, he can’t help but take note of the pink decorations adorning the walls and hanging from the ceilings. No matter how lost he’s been in his work lately, the universe just won’t let him forget about Valentine’s Day. 

It’s a stupid holiday, really. He’s always thought so. The boxed chocolates are a sad, chalky, affair, and the brightly colored gifts are gimmicky at best. The whole thing is little more than a capitalist cash-grab, and there is nothing Ethan hates more than capitalism. 

He forces himself not to roll his eyes as he spots two nurses exchanging cards in his periphery. 

It’s not that he dislikes love, but he does dislike the showmanship and theatricality that seem to surround February 14th. 

It’s just another day to him. In his thirty-seven years, he hasn’t once deigned to involve himself in such a tacky display of affection, and he sure isn’t going to start now. 

Except…

As he opens the door to the residents’ lounge, Camille is elbow deep in a pile of pink tissue paper. The excitement in her wide smile is nothing short of arresting, and of course, he should’ve known that she’d live for something like this. 

“Aww, look at it!” Camille squeals, her eyes shining as she lifts a stuffed bear from the mountain of gift wrapping. Her eyes dart over to Ethan, noticing him in the doorway, and her smile grows. She wiggles one of its fuzzy arms in an imitation of a wave. “It’s so cute, isn’t it?” 

“It’s something,” Ethan says tactfully, crossing the room to slip an arm around her waist. He catches a whiff of her light floral perfume, and can’t resist leaning down to peck her on the cheek. “Did Sienna buy that for you?” 

He may not be a fan of Valentine’s Day, but neither does he wish to offend Sienna Trinh, especially not after the basket of homemade scones she delivered to his office that morning. 

“Nope, one of Camille’s patients has a crush on her.” Lahela teases from the couch, where he is sorting through a thick stack of cards from his own extensive list of admirers. 

A strange itch works its way up the back of Ethan’s spine at Bryce’s words, and his arm tenses instinctively around Camille’s waist. 

Just because he loathes Valentine’s Day does not mean that he wants another man buying her tacky trinkets and writing sappy notes. 

Camille doesn’t seem to notice his displeasure, her lips pitching into a smile as she holds up the card to show him. 

“Medically speaking, you make my pulse race. Isn’t that adorable?” She laughs, and Ethan narrows his eyes at the obnoxiously pink card. The card that someone else gave to Camille. 

Her green eyes dart over the surface of the card once more, and Ethan feels something tight and uncomfortable building in his chest. 

“I think that’s the most brainless thing I’ve ever heard.” Ethan says sharply. “Which patient sent this?” He needs to know, so he can reassign them to another resident. 

“Relax, Ethan, it’s Jake from the pediatric ward.” Camille says with a breezy laugh. “He’s twelve.” 

“Oh,” Ethan shifts his weight, embarrassed. The sound of his pager is a welcome reprieve, and he glances at it gratefully. “Are you coming over tonight? I can meet you in the atrium.” 

It’s become almost routine for them, on the rare occasion they both have a night off. After the stress of the past few weeks, Ethan can’t wait to get her alone. Even if it’s only to watch a movie and drink that horrible cheap wine she likes, he just wants to spend time with her. Even the thought of a proper Valentine’s Day date, oddly, holds a new appeal when he considers Camille across the table, her smile lighting up the room...

“I think we’re gonna do a Galentine’s Day thing tonight.” Camille says with an apologetic shrug.

“Galentine’s Day?” Ethan asks, unable to keep the disgruntled edge out of his voice. It seems a new term is invented every time he turns his back. It’s deeply perturbing. 

“Yeah!” Sienna chimes in. “Me, Camille, Aurora, and Jackie, since we all managed to get the night off and none of us have significant others-- except Camille, I mean, you and her…” Sienna trails off, looking unsure. 

“It’s okay, he hates Valentine’s Day, anyway.” Camille interjects quickly. “And we’re not official or anything like that.” 

The look she shoots him is equal parts hopeful and nervous, as if she’s waiting for Ethan to correct her. He wants to, God, how he wants to correct her. To say that they are very much a official and serious relationship.

Instead, he freezes on the spot. 

“My pager…” he says pathetically, before turning and abruptly striding out of the room. 

***

All day, Ethan is a black storm cloud drifting sullenly through the rose-colored halls of Edenbrook. 

It’s clear to the rest of the staff that something is wrong, but no one is quite sure what. He hasn’t been in such a bad mood in months, not since he started seeing Camille. The rumor mill churns out a steady stream of speculation, doing nothing to improve Ethan’s mood. 

Finally, Naveen corners him in front of a bulletin board covered in construction paper hearts.

“Do you think I’m enough for her?” Ethan asks, staring pointedly at the board rather than making eye contact with his former mentor. 

“I’m not sure I follow.” Naveen says mildly. 

“She’s so...vibrant. Loving.” Ethan reaches out and touches one of the paper hearts. Camille organized the project, helping every pediatric patient decorate a heart and hanging them up with painstaking care. “I’m the opposite.” 

“Are you?” Naveen asks, “I’ve seen you with her, and you seem happy. You two are good together.” 

“She doesn’t want to spend Valentine’s Day with me,” Ethan admits, feeling foolish even as the words leave his mouth. “Because she thinks I hate it, which I do, of course…” 

“But you wouldn’t hate it with her?” Naveen prompts.

Ethan nods with a rueful smile. He shouldn’t be surprised, the man was considered the best diagnostician in the country for a reason. 

“It’s okay to seek happiness, Ethan. You can let go of the cynicism if you want to.” With that, Naveen turns to leave, but not before pressing a small cardboard box into Ethan’s hand with a wink. 

***

Camille lingers as Baz finishes gathering the last of his papers and shuffles out the door of the diagnostics office. 

Ethan doesn’t look up as he fumbles with the tiny cardboard box in his lap, but he can feel her warmth hovering in front of his desk. He thinks he would know the feel of her even if he was blind, deaf, and dumb. 

Finally, finally, Ethan manages to tear open the little cardboard flap and maneuver his fingers into the narrow opening.

“I’d like to speak with you--” he begins. 

“--Can we talk?” Camille says at the exact same time. 

“I’d like to go first.” Ethan says, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry. For my behavior this morning. I have never liked Valentine’s Day, that’s true, but I do like you.” 

He pauses, and glances up at Camille’s face to gauge her reaction. Her expression is soft, and the fond look in her green eyes makes Ethan’s heart stutter in his chest. 

Emboldened, he reaches into the box and sets a piece of candy on the desk with a decisive nod. 

Camille leans over, a curtain of blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she tries to get a better look at the candy heart. 

“Sweet talk?” Her laugh is bright and clear. “Ethan you actually have to try and sweet talk me, this is a cop out!” 

Ethan can feel a hot blush pricking at his cheeks and he shakes his head. 

“No, dammit, that’s the wrong one.” He stands and pours a few more hearts into his hand, ignoring the dusty residue that is surely being shaken all over his desk. It takes a few moments of searching until he finally finds the correct saying on a yellow heart.

“Here,” he says, brusquely handing her the candy.

“Be mine.” She looks back up at him with glittering eyes, her teeth sinking into the soft pink of her lower lip. 

“I know we haven’t defined our relationship yet, but I want to be with you. Officially.” He clears his throat when Camille doesn’t immediately respond. “I understand if you need some time to--”

“Shut up,” Camille breathes, stepping forward until she can loop her arms around his neck. Her command is unnecessary, considering how Ethan has already been rendered speechless by her proximity.

He can feel her smile against his mouth as she meets his lips with her own. He groans as her fingers anchor in the hair at the base of his neck, tugging softly. 

The kiss deepens as Camille’s lips part beneath his, and Ethan’s hands work underneath her blouse, sliding against the bare skin of her back. 

“Is that a yes?” Ethan asks, his voice gravelly as she plants a trail of kisses along his jaw. 

He is thirty-seven years old, and for the first time he has reduced himself to a lovesick adolescent. It’s strange how willing he is to embarrass himself in front of her, how willing he is to do anything for her. 

“Of course it’s a yes! I’ve been waiting forever for you to commit to me.” Camille says with a radiant smile. Ethan cups her face gently.  

“So, what now? I have a standing reservation at a restaurant downtown. I’d like to take you out on a real date.” 

“That sounds nice,” Camille says, toying with one of the scattered candy hearts. “But first, I found this…” 

Cheekily, she holds out the blue candy. 

Kiss me. 

***

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How the Sarah Paulson AHS Characters react to reader dying their hair in a vibrant color: (One Shots/Headcanon)

Cordelia Goode: 💛

-All day Cordelia has been pacing back and forth in her office, waiting for you to return home from wherever you are. At first she didn't really notice your absence because she was in her office all day, expecting you to be in the greenhouse or with the girls somewhere but when she couldn't find you in the afternoon she started worrying and calling you. You couldn't pick up the phone however because currently you are hiding in your old room at the academy after one of your genius ideas and spells failed miserably

-All you wanted was to change the color of a rose for Cordelia because you have been watching the other girls all do it before and you wanted to surprise her by learning this spell. What you missed was that on the table where you focused your magic on wasn't just a rose but also a strand of your hair. So instead of only the rose changing into a nice pink color it turned your hair pink as well

-At first you didn't notice until you saw your reflection in one of the big windows of the greenhouse and you have been embarassed about this all day. Instead of talking to anyone about this you decided to just hide in your old room with some books trying to figure out how to reverse this spell and get your natural color back. In the meantime Cordelia double checked around the entire academy and eventually she found a pink rose and pink strands of hair on the table in the greenhouse and she connected the dots after asking Zoe who was last in the greenhouse and her telling the supreme it was you

-Finding you in the end wasn't that hard either because all Delia has to do is close her eyes, imagine you and boom she will be right there, teleported by your side. You were just in the middle of reading your book, sitting on your old bed when Cordelia suddenly appeared. ''Delia'' you squeal and you say ''I hate it when you do that'' but suddenly you remember your hair. Cordelia stands in front of the bed, looking at you with a little smile ''What did you do to your hair sweetheart?'' she questions playfully and you look down feeling embarassed. She approaches the bed and sits at the end of it ''Well I tried to do a spell for you to enchant a rose and I also changed my hair color instead of just the petals'' you say with a frown

-Cordelia just smiles the entire time and shaking her head playfully before saying ''I really like the rose and the pink hair'' and you furrow your eyebrows and look at her ''Really?'' you ask and she nods. ''I could change it back you know'' she says after a few moments of silence and you say ''Really?'' and she nods. ''Can you then because I don't like it'' you say with puppy eyes and Cordelia chuckles and with a flick of her wrist your hair is back to normal. ''Oh thank you Delia'' you say and breathe out feeling relieved that your hair is all back to normal. ''Next time Darling just come to me straight away and I can fix it'' Cordelia scolds a little with a raised eyebrow ''Dinner now?'' you ask feeling hungry from hiding away all day ''Yes sweetheart come on'' Delia chuckles and takes your hand while pulling you into a kiss

-Will never stop joking about the time you tried to enchant a rose and ended up with pink hair, always makes jokes or sometimes playfully threatens to turn your hair pink again when you don't listen to her or you are disobeying

Ally Mayfair-Richards: ❤️

-Your wife is currently preparing breakfast in the kitchen when she hears a loud high pitched scream coming from you in the bathroom. ''Oh my god'' you scream and Ally is quick to drop everything she is doing and run upstairs. As she enters the bathroom she sees you standing by the mirror your hair a bright blue color. ''What have you done?'' Ally asks slightly shocked and you shake your head in disbelief ''Nothing I just washed my hair'' and Ally furrows her eyebrow in confusion before you see a little someone standing by the doorframe giggling

''Oz Mayfair-Richards I swear to god'' you say as you see him and Ally is quick to turn around and look at him. She raises her eyebrow at him and he instantly starts apologizing ''I'm so sorry it was supposed to be a prank for mom''. Ally's jaw drops a little and she huffs ''So this was for me just wait you'' and she chases him across the entire house. You stand in the bathroom unsure what to think of this sudden change in your appearance. After changing your clothes, you walk downstairs to the kitchen only to see Oz sitting by the table with a frown. ''I'm sorry Y/N'' he apologizes again but you just ruffle through his hair and tell him ''Payback just wait buddy'' and he smiles

-Ally walks over to you with the bottle he used ''It's just temporary it should come out in a few washes'' she says relieved and you also feel slightly relieved although part of you actually really likes this color. You take the bottle out of Ally's hand and say ''Come here Oz'' but Ally is quick to chase after you and scold ''Don't you dare put this on his head'' and you argue ''You said it was just temporary, just a few washes'' mocking her words from seconds ago. ''Please mom we can all dye it'' he suggests and you nod your head and both of you and Oz look at Ally full of excitement

-She takes a deep breath and thinks about it for a moment, considering it's the holidays and you all have a few days off she ends up agreeing ''Fine but I will do Oz's hair and my own'' and you and Oz squeal and run to the bathroom, Ally following with a chuckle and shaking her head playfully. The three of you end up with blue temporary hair but you all love it, you take a thousand selfies, Oz doesn't stop talking about it to his friends on the phone and Ally just loves her little adorable family

Wilhemina Venable: 💜

-You walk into Kineros Robotics with your head held high, carrying some lunch for your girlfriend ready to surprise her at work. The last few days she has been so stressed and busy with work that you thought it would be nice to cheer her up a little. You decided to wear her favorite skirt on you, some tights she loves and bring her favorite lunch plus you as dessert if she is up for that.  However the biggest surprise isn't the food, you or you showing up at her work unannounced it's the fact you just came from the hair dressers with your new hair color and Mina's favorite- purple of course

-Already from a few steps away you can hear her typing on her computer and you knock on her door gently. It takes a few moments before she replies ''Come in'' and at first she carries on working on her computer thinking it's her assistant or just someone getting on her nerves again but her jaw drops completely when she sees you and the hair. ''What on earth have you done?'' she asks her jaw still dropped. ''Don't you like it?'' you ask while closing the door and putting her lunch on the table. ''I do but why?'' Wilhemina asks, now a smirk visible on her face

-''Well you have my favorite color as a hair color- red and I thought I could have yours, I could tell you will like it'' you reply with a smirk and Wilhemina looks your body up and down. ''Besides this way everyone knows now that I belong to you'' you say with a smirk. ''Did you lock the door?'' Wilhemina asks while licking her lips ''Always Miss Venable'' you reply and she pulls you closer and sits you on her desk

-Wilhemina will be very shocked at first and unable to even speak about it because the gesture of you dying your hair purple just for her is something so special and no one has ever done anything special for her. Mina being Mina she is a bit awkward but soon enough will fall in love with the idea and your hair. Often strokes it and praises you for picking that color ''Good girl for choosing such a pretty color, little one'' she will say to you

Audrey Tindall: 💚

-You both have been talking about it for a little while now dying your hair in a more brighter color and what you didn't know was that when Audrey left for ''Work'' this morning she actually went to the hairdresser and when you told her you were gonna go to the ''Store'' you actually did the exact same

-Audrey decides for a turquoise color and you go for mint green. Once you both get home that night you stare at each other with the same hilarious expression. ''Oh my gawd you didn't'' Audrey says and you just start bursting out laughing that you both had the same idea, on the same day and even lied to what you are spending your day with and almost the same color

-''I love it'' you tell her as you actually take a proper look at her hair and you stroke through it. ''Yours is amazing too love'' Audrey says and she kisses your head and the two of you being adorable dorks you both walk around with very vibrant colors for a while, getting you strange looks wherever you both go especially when you go somewhere together

Billie Dean Howard: 🖤

-As soon as Billie Dean returns from work tonight she is so excited to see you. She unlocks the door and kicks off her heels while trying to find you. When she sees that you are not in the kitchen she frowns a little. Billie doesn't expect you to be her maid or anything and make her dinner every night but you usually do it so she is a little sad especially because you had messaged her in the morning you will cook for her

-She carries on looking for you and she can't find you anywhere at first. She was about to go back to the kitchen to get her phone and call you, thinking you might have gone somewhere when she hears silent sniffles coming from the bathroom. She instantly walks in there without knocking, worried why her babydoll would be upset. When she walks in however she sees you sitting on the floor with dark dirty green hair. She tries to hold in the chuckle and she kneels down in front of you ''Honey what happened?'' she asks and you try and fight the tears ''I was just trying to dye my hair blonde again and then this happened''

-Billie shakes her head and tuts ''Babydoll I have told you so many times don't use box dye and go to a hair dresser with me'' and you frown. ''I just wanted to surprise you that's all and I couldn't get an appointment anywhere until weeks so yeah'' and you cross your arms. ''Well you definitely have surprised me babydoll'' Billie says with a smirk and she offers her hand to help you up. ''But I'm ugly now'' you frown and Billie lifts up your chin and looks into your eyes ''Kitten you could never be ugly don't say that'' and you simply nod and mumble ''Okay''

-She leads you out of the bathroom and into the living room ''Alright you go ahead and order us some food and I will call Constance I think she has a good hairdresser and she might be able to get us an appointment for tomorrow'' Billie says and you smile, take the phone and thank your girlfriend. ''Thank you Billie'' you say shily and Billie walks off swaying her hips and answering ''Anything for you babydoll'' and you feel all warm and loved that Billie is taking care of you like that. You end up ordering Billie and your usual order and Billie gets you an appointment for the next day

-She takes you there and insists on staying with you and thankfully the hair dressers are able to fix it and you end up with pretty blonde hair. ''So pretty darling'' Billie praises as she takes you back home after paying for your new hair as well. ''Thanks for everything Billie'' you say and give her a kiss on the cheek while she takes you both home ''The green didn't look too bad'' she jokes and you roll your eyes and playfully punch her arm

Sally McKenna: 💙

-Your girlfriend has been waiting for you to return from your appointment all day. You didn't exactly tell her where you are actually going which only caused Sally to be suspicious and just a little jealous and also scared you won't come back due to her abandonment issues. What she didn't know however was that you are sticking to a weird dare that Sally found on social media. The post said ''Your first @ has to dye their hair in a vibrant color'' and of course Sally tagged you but never expected you to go through with it especially because it was a few days ago

-Considering you spent most of your days with Sally and in the hotel you thought why the hell not. So you ended up going to the hairdressers across the street from the hotel and you picked orange. It has always been one of your favorite colors and you just really wanted to go for orange and a short hair cut. As soon as you walk back into the hotel Liz sees you and approaches ''Looking good girl'' she says and you blush a little ''Well Sally is gonna love that pumpkin'' she says with a wink knowing all too well about how Sally always calls you by that pet-name

-You find Sally sitting in a booth by the bar and just drinking something. She sees you and looks away again before realizing you just walked into the bar. She spits her drink out seeing the color and she approaches you. ''What the fuck did you do?'' she asks shocked and you smirk and reply ''The post you tagged me in remember?'' and it takes a few seconds for her to reply ''Pumpkin I didn't think you would actually do that, it's orange'' she says while stroking through it gently ''Oh my god you are actually my little pumpkin now'' she says with soft puppy eyes and your heart melts at her words. She pulls you into a hug before dragging you to the bar to get a drink with her and show everyone your new hair color

-Will take selfies with you and photos of you, showing you off all over social media. She will edit a photo of you with a little pumpkin emoji and post it with the caption ''My little pumpkin'' and the hashtags ''my little pumpkin''  and ''hands off-mine'' Will never shut up about the orange hair and always forces you to get it dyed again once the color starts to fade and you both love it

Lana Winters: 🧡 (AU -now time)

-Your girlfriend is so excited to pick you up for your day together today because she agreed to take you to pride. You both have been preparing for ages, buying matching rainbow outfits, little badges and flags. What she didn't know yet is that she is in for another rainbow surprise as soon as you open the door. When you hear the doorbell you are a bit nervous of her reaction considering you have dyed your hair from your natural color to rainbow color, even though it will be temporary you are still nervous about her reaction

-As soon as you open the door Lana's cute smile turns into her jaw dropping slightly and eyes going wide ''Oh my god'' she chuckles after the initial shock and she asks ''Is that permanent?'' but you quickly reassure her it will wash out in a few days. ''Okay good I love it then'' she says with the most adorable smile and you can't help but smile at how adorable she looks with the rainbow t-shirt, pride pin and little rainbow face paint and her hair in a cute ponytail

-She will take your hand ''Ready sweetie?'' and you will both spend the best day together, dancing with people, singing to the music and enjoying your day at pride. A LOT of people mention and compliment your hair and Lana smiles every single time, proud to be your girlfriend

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[capaimagines]

mark tuan - every step of the way

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader | Genre: angst & fluff | Warnings: themes of depression, mentions of past self-harm, self-harm thoughts and an attempt, mentions of restricting | WC: 1.0k

Request: Hello! Can I please request an angsty fic where you and got7 Mark have been dating for quite some time and he saved you at a low point in your life but you feel like you're falling back into the negative headspace and you stop eating and even harm yourself but he never knew you harmed because you were very insecure when he touched you to which he was okay with waiting. Maybe mark catches her and she feels so overwhelmed that she passes out?? Thank you in advance!

part two

Here you were, tears streaming down your face as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your nose red and runny, puffy cheeks and chapped lips. You can’t remember the last time you hated yourself more than you did right now. It had been a long, long time since you last felt this way about yourself. Your skin was extremely pale; paler like it used to be back then.

The weight you had lost within the last week was evident. Your cheek bones stuck out a lot more, your once vibrant hazel eyes almost looked sunken in.  You gripped the edge of the marble counter top, grinding your teeth. You briefly glanced at the scars on your forearms. It had also been a very long time since you had last resorted to that.

You could only thank Mark, your boyfriend, the one who got you out of that dark time. You had met him by chance while walking through a supermarket. You hadn’t been paying much attention and someone had tripped over your cart that you had left sticking out in the aisle. You had rushed to help the stranger, apologizing profusely. That stranger was no other than Mark Tuan and he had found it adorable how red your cheeks had gotten from embarrassment.

It didn’t take long for him to ask you out and now, five years later, here you were, living together and still just as in love as the first day you realized you were. Mark knew of your past. He knew you struggled terribly after the accidental death of your sister and that you had spent some time in a psychiatric hospital. He had helped pick you up, make you see life as bright and colorful again instead of the black and greys you had been seeing.

He knew that you used to self-harm even though you never outright told him. He had seen the scars on your forearms and the inside of your wrists. He never asked because there was no need too. Mark had only hoped that you would come to him if you ever felt that low again. To be fair, you had. When you would feel your mood slip you would call him or text him, just telling him you needed him and he’d be right there in an instant.

This time, however, you hadn’t told him when you felt yourself sinking. The black hole seemed comforting for some reason and he was busy. You had always felt a little guilty that he had to put up with your depressed state showing up randomly. He was always so vibrant and full of life that you felt like you brought that down in those moments. Plus, he was busy. He was an idol and had practices, they had a new album coming out, he had schedules, he needed to make new music. You didn’t want to burden him with something so stupid.

Plus, you had thought that you could handle it this time on your own. You were stronger now, more confident, but you soon realized how wrong you were. As you stared at your hand that now clutched a razor blade that was pressing dangerously close to your wrist. Your mind was blank at the moment. You didn’t have any thoughts and it felt like you weren’t in control of your own body.

Which is why you didn’t hear when the apartment door slam shut. Or when Mark called out that he was home while he walked around, calling out your name. Until he saw the light coming from under the bathroom door. A teasing smirk made it’s way to his lips as he reached for the metal knob, joining you in the shower after a long day sounded perfect to him.

What he didn’t expect was to open the door and find you standing there, a glint of metal pressed to your skin. Hair a mess and tears streaming silently down your cheeks, “Y-Y/N?” He said shakily.  

You didn’t move, didn’t even acknowledge that you heard him. He walked closer to you, slowly. It seemed as if his worst fear was coming true right now. He hadn’t been there for you when you needed him and now you were stuck back in that black hole again.

“Y/N, baby?” He said gently, voice steadier this time. He needed to be strong for you right now. He could cry later after making sure you were okay. You jumped when you felt his hand gently cup over yours. You dropped the metal, it clinked on the counter top as you sucked in a breath as you met his eyes and all you felt was panic. He had never seen you in this state. He had never seen you with a razor blade to your wrist. You had never even told him that part.

From the exhaustion of your emotional state, the panic and anxiety coursing through your body and the lack of nutrition you just collapsed. Mark caught you, picking you up quickly and bringing you to the bed. He laid you down, allowing one tear to fall before he pulled the covers over you. He climbed in next to you and quickly wrapped himself around your thin frame, squeezing his eyes shut as he realized how thin you had become in just a week. He felt like a shitty boyfriend for not being around enough to notice your state.

He kissed your temple, pulling you closer to him. He wasn’t going to wake you right now. You needed sleep and he knew you wouldn’t say anything to him right now even if you were conscious. He promised himself that he would find a way to take the rest of the week off, even next week if you needed him too. If he couldn’t, he’d be bringing you along with him everywhere he went.

He gripped you a little tighter, just holding you while you slept. He let a few tears fall, but that was all he could allow. You needed him right now and he was going to be there for you.

“Every step of the way, “He whispered, “I’ve got you and I’m not going anywhere.” 

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