look at the colouring do you guys like it

To any trans women and transfeminine followers of mine, did you know there’s a pretty huge Etsy store which does gaff underwear and swimsuits specifically designed for trans people amongst its products? They go in a pretty decent range of sizes, including sizes for young girls, and while I do not personally know anyone who has used them, there’s a fuckton of positive reviews on the Etsy store. They have a ton of colours to choose from, different fabric choices, the works.

And for once they’re not marked “for crossdressers” too, they actually under “transgender”, so that’s (depressingly) unusual.

I’m mostly posting this because I’ve seen a lot of younger people recently in particular saying they never knew what gaffs were… a lot of people find them WAY MORE comfortable and convenient than tucking, so I would recommend looking into them if you’ve never done so before!

And even if you yourself don’t use or need this stuff, do pass this kind of info on to any friends of yours that might, guys! There’s always like a million more PSAs about transmasc stuff as opposed to transfem stuf tbh…

ameliarose2002  asked:

To Keith: When you two are on dates, do you ever see Lance look at woman when he thinks your not looking? If so, how do you react?

( I Hope you guys like the new colouring style, this one is much faster so we’re able to get more asks out quicker!. - Toffee)

[Lineart - @anetteloli​] | [presketch/colour - @klanceforthesoul]

BEHAVE

SUMMARY - With Steve on a mission and Bucky in a meeting , you decide to have a little fun sexting. Things get dirty when Bucky comes back from the meeting . 

WARNINGS- daddy kink .SMUT , NSFW GIF , oral (MR , FR), phone sex 

WORDS - 3k+

A/N - This was completely Taw @supersoldierslover idea . Thank you so much . You know I love you .And I am so fucking happy that you liked it . If any warnings should be added pls send me an ask . I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable.


[ insert Steve and Bucky image , since my stupid wifi wasn’t uploading a pic]

Walking around the tower , eating biscuits , listening to music , talking to few of the agents , you spend the last hour waiting for Bucky to come back from the meeting .

2 WEEKS . Two weeks since Bucky and Steve were sent on different missions . Two weeks since you had seen either of them . Two weeks since you had touched yourself . Two weeks since you were properly fucked . Two weeks filled with burning desire to be filled , and to orgasm . But you still remember the last words uttered by your boyfriends before leaving for their mission .

“No touching . Okay baby doll . Behave and you will be rewarded .”

There was no way they’d know if you did pleasure yourself , but you wanted to behave . You knew if you refrained until the time they came , you’d cum harder than ever .

But now Bucky was back home in the tower , but you couldn’t do anything . The meeting was sure to last another hour . So you decided to have a little fun of yours .

You went back to the room , put on your sexy matching lingerie that you knew both of them liked .

It was pink in colour . They liked it because you looks sexy and innocent at the same time.

You stood in front of the mirror admiring the way it looked .Picking up the phone in your left hand , your right hand under your panties , you clicked a picture and send it to the group chat that you guys created for the three of you . A little teasing wouldn’t hurt .

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Poly Hamilsquad x Reader where the reader is acting distant and squad thinks she's cheating on them so they follow her but it turns out that she was just going to a comic convention with the Schuyler Sisters and she didn't want the squad to see her cosplaying (ps can the cosplay be sexy like slave Leia or Wonder Woman)?

Convention Conflict - Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1096

Ship: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

warnings: slight swearing and sexual feelings implied!

aaaaa this was so fun to write

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A warm set of arms wrapped around your waist as you sat at your island, trying to eat a quick breakfast before the girls picked you up to go get ready for the con at Peggy’s house.

“Morning Laf, you’re up early.” You said trying to be attentive, even though your head was somewhere else.

“Oui!” he chuckled sleepily. “Quoi de neuf? What is up, mon ange?” he asked, peppering kisses on your neck at the same time your phone buzzed. It was from Eliza, the girls were waiting outside for you.

“Not much, i gotta go though, could you tell the others i’ll be back tomorrow?” you asked, knowing that you’d all probably crash at one of the girl’s house. You grabbed your duffel bag with your wonder woman costume tucked in underneath your overnight stuff and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, racing out the door before he could get a word in edgewise. You loved your partners but you knew they’d have an aneurysm if they saw all the skin that showed through your cosplay-or rather, lack thereof. You on the other hand thought that as long as your outfit made you feel good, it shouldn’t matter how little or much you covered.

The girls launched into excited chat the moment you opened the car door and you laughed at your crazy friends as Eliza pulled onto the road.

Back in the house, Lafayette rushed to the bedroom where everyone was still asleep in bed. He opened the heavy curtains so light poured in. “Did Y/N say anything to anyone about a trip?”

A chorus of groggy groans echoed through the room but Hercules spoke up, looking around the bed. “No, Where is she, anyway?”

“That is the issue Hercules, I have no idea. She got a text message and picked up a duffel bag then she told me that she’d be back tomorrow and left.” Lafayette explained.

John sat up with a yawn. “Huh, What happened? Y/N did what?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“She has to be up to something. Maybe she’s planning a party for our anniversary?” Lafayette laughed nervously.

Hamilton finally got up, cocooning himself with the blanket. “Our anniversary is next month, Y/N is not prepared enough to think that far ahead.”

“You don’t think…?” Hercules trailed off, insinuating what all the men were thinking.

you were cheating.

“No, no, no Y/N Wouldn’t do that…” John jumped in defending you.

Lafayette nodded but there was a thick silence in the room.

The rest of the day was spent on edge when John thought of a great idea.

“We all have “find my friends” enabled on our iphones, why don’t we just use that find out where she is?” he suggested, getting nods in return.

“It says she’s at some 5 star hotel.” Alex trailed off and In mere seconds, everyone was putting their jackets on and rushing out to Lafayette’s car.

While they drove, you were having the time of your life, the four of you, albeit scantily clad, looked badass as hell. The girls had opted to keep the DC Women theme running back when you were still in the planning stages and were now dressed as the birds of prey. Angelica rocked black canary’s fishnets with ease, grabbing everyone’s envy and attention while Peggy’s skin-tight batgirl outfit showed off her perfect body and Eliza’s thigh high huntress heels made her legs look miles long. The four of you all dawned the same cropped and studded leather jackets, letting everyone know that you were a force to be reckoned with.

People wanted to take pictures with you left, right and centre, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was what stardom felt like.

When the boys arrived at the hotel, they felt as if they were in another universe. People dressed in all different kinds of costumes lounged and conversed in the lobby. Alexander shook it off and rushed to the concierge’s desk.

“Hello, I would like to find the room that Y/N L/N is staying in, i’m her boyfriend.” he asked quickly.

The concierge looked at Hamilton like he was stupid and turned his nose up. “I’m sorry sir, I’m not allowed to give you that in-”

He was cut off by Angelica. “Hamilton? What are you doing here?”

Hamilton swallowed at her outfit and tried to keep his eyes up on her face. “We’re looking for Y/N, why are you here?”

She tilted her head. “We’re here with Y/N why else?”

Now the boys were utterly confused, not quite putting two and two together. That is, until they heard your laughter.

They looked up to see you looking mock-angry while taking a selfie with a guy cosplaying Deadpool who held a cardboard sign saying “Fuck DC”, it was quite a sight.

“Y/N?” John asked. You paled and turned to them, they didn’t even try to hide their eyes raking up and down your body.

“Merde.” Lafayette said hoarsely under his breath as he took in your physique while you walked over.

Hercules brought you into a hug that seemed rather innocent until you felt his breath on your ear. “Fuck, Y/N you look so hot.” he growled quietly causing a blush to rise on your cheeks.

“I want in!” Laurens exclaimed joining your hug.

You broke apart when you heard a click.

“Alexander!” you exclaimed in a warning tone.

“What? It’s a cute candid!” he said sheepishly.

You joined Angelica and Alex who were looking at the picture and placed your arm around his shoulder. There you were, sandwiched between two of the men you loved with another holding his fingers in a ‘bunny ears’ position behind your head.

That was definitely going on the fridge.

Peggy and Eliza joined the small group of you that had accumulated holding four colourful satin strips with eye holes. “We saw you guys here with no costumes and bought these for you at some booth so you wouldn’t feel left out.”

Lafayette, mulligan and Hamilton looked at their extended hands like they were the plague while Laurens jumped up and down, shouting “I call Michelangelo!” before grabbing the orange one and tying it around his head. Lafayette shrugged with a smile and grabbed the purple one, assuming the roll of Donatello. Hercules chuckled and grabbed Raphael’s red mask before Hamilton could, taking off his beanie to put it on.

“Come on, why do I have to be Leo?” Hamilton whined, causing all of you to laugh.

New Year’s Celebration(MATURE)

“I am so sorry Justin, but I really can’t make it.” Y/N spoke into her phone, trying to keep herself from laughing.

“But you promised.” Justin whined.

“I know I did and I am very sorry for cancelling the last minute, but I will try to catch a next flight tomorrow or day after.”

Justin sighed, she pictured him frowning and messing his quiet long hair. “All right, okay, fine. But try to come as soon as possible.”

“I promise I will. Love you. I wish you all the best tonight.”

“Thanks babe, love you, bye.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to hung up so she could burst out of laughter. “You know you’re a real bitch, right?” Alfredo asked joining Y/N.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and laughed some more. “This way is better. Paparazzi won’t expect me, neither will the fans. I can walk freely.”

“But don’t you feel bad, like, don’t know, he will be bummed because you’re not there to support him?”

“I thought about it, yeah, trust me this way is better. He will be happier to see me.”

Alfredo shrugged his shoulders “What do I know.”

Y/N took her phone and scrolled through instagram a little bit. Just as she was scrolling through one fans Bieber page, she got a text from Justin.

Bout to go on stage, really wish you were here.”

She decided not to respond, making it more convenient that she was busy doing, god knows what.

Few minutes later, they landed in Miami. The car was already waiting for Alfredo and Y/N. it was already 11.35 p.m. She was hoping that by the time, they arrive to Fontainebleau, it won’t be past midnight.

She wanted to celebrate new year with him, but considering the traffic, she might be late.

They arrived at 11.56 p.m. Y/N took her hills off and sprinted as fast as she could. In the distance, she could hear Justin’s voice getting louder and louder.

She bumped few people on the way, but thankfully, nobody stopped her to ask who she is. Once she reached the back stage, she gave herself a few seconds to catch a breath and put her hills back on.

That’s when she heard the countdown. “Eight, seven, six.” She fixed her hair and rushed on stage. She was hopping she looks okay. “Happy New Year.” Justin screamed into microphone.

He was about to say something when Y/N hugged him from behind, whispering into his ear. “Happy new year, babe.”

Quicker than a lighting, Justin turned around, enormous smile shining over his face. He placed his hands on her checks, pulling her into kiss.

The crowd behind them was going wild. Seemed like everybody had a great time.

“Happy new year.” He mumbled into kiss.

Once they separated from the kiss, he pulled her into a hug, placing his lips right next to her left ear. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t pull this little prank on me, baby girl. Just wait till we get to the dressing room. If we even make it to there.”

He kissed her ear and moved away, facing her with the most innocence smile. Y/N’s heart started pounding faster than ever, and she felt heat spreading all over her body. She wasn’t sure if she will be able to wait so long.  

She bit her lip, she was speechless. She wanted him, now, and not a moment later.

“Oh don’t give me those sex eyes, honey.” Justin said and turned to face the crowd.

“Give it up from my incredibly hot girlfriend everybody.” Y/N smiled and waved at the crowd.

She turned around and walked backstage, finding a good position to watch the rest of Justin’s performance.

He looked so good while he performed, and also very happy. Her eyes observed every single one of his moves. Soon she got distracted with the thoughts of Justin’s hot and wet mouth, tracing all the way from he swallowed lips to her clit.

She pushed her thighs together ease the urge she felt, just a little bit.

She was so distracted with her own dirty thoughts, that she didn’t even notice Justin’s performance being over, and him now walking towards her.

Once he was standing right in front of her, she lifted her head and bit her lip. He placed his finger under her chin and pushed her up. His eyes focused on her lips, but he didn’t make a move.

When she tried to make one, he simply backed away, meeting her gaze with a smirk playing over his lips.

“You see, you’ve been a very, very bad girl today. Teasing me with “I can’t make it” and your little outfit.” Justin got closer to Y/N, lowering his voice so only she could hear him.

“I know you want my tongue around your little tight pussy, my fingers playing with your hard nipples, my dick in your mouth. I know you want all of that baby girl, but daddy, you see, he wants to teach his little girl a lesson, yeah. Which is, never tease daddy.” Justin licked his lips, once again letting a smirk play over his lips.

Y/N sighed loudly, at that point she just wanted to push him onto the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of him, but that wasn’t possible, considering people in the room and his strength.

She simply nodded, focusing her eyes on the wall behind him with a picture that was supposed to be artwork, but all she saw was one stick and a circle. She really didn’t understand why people called that art.

“Now baby girl, I have to shower, but then we will hit the party.” Justin took her hand and the walked the same way she ran not twenty minutes ago.

As soon as they walked out of the door, she had to put her hand over her eyes, otherwise she would fall from all those flashlights.

Somehow they managed to get to the car without separating and they soon took off. Justin sat as close to Y/N as he physically could, placing his right hand on her thigh, slowly running tips of his fingers over her inner thigh.

The tension was way too much to handle, so she placed her hand on his leg moving it to his dick. She hoped he would change his mind and they would stay in his hotel room.

Justin suddenly grabbed Y/N’s hand, as it was just inches away from his dick and placed it on her leg. To punish her, he moved his hand away and moved in his seat so they weren’t touching anymore.

At that point, Y/N wanted to scream out in frustration, in the corner of her eye she could see Justin smirking before speaking.

“So how did you like my performance?” he turned his head to look at her.

She was pissed and not really in the mood to talk, she only shrugged her shoulders and simply added. “It was okay.” Turning her head towards the window.

By his voice, she could tell he wasn’t pleased with the answer. “It was okay?” He asked under the breath. “That’s all?” she didn’t respond.

If he could tease her, she could give him a silent treatment.

“So that’s how’s going to be, huh darling? All right, I’ll take it.”

From that moment on, neither of them spoke a word to each other. Even though they arrived to the hotel in less than three minutes, to Y/N it seemed like it was half an hour.

She quickly opened her door, which usually Justin does for her, but she wanted to piss him off as much as she could. Two can play this game.

She heard him mumble something under the breath but she didn’t bother to wait for him. She quickly walked towards the elevator, waiting for it to open.

Justin immediately caught up with her, placing his hand on her lower back, but just for brief five seconds. The door opened and they walked in, each standing on their side of the elevator.

They quickly walked out, reaching the room number 265. Justin unlocked it and she followed him in. she threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes.

She could feel Justin’s look all over her body and when she hoped that he would change his mind, he walked into the bathroom.

She groaned and took her phone out. She opened snapchat and tried out which new idiotic filters where there. After she posted few selfies, she saw she had a missed call from her mother, so she rang her.

“Happy new year, honey.” Her mother yelled into phone. Y/N could tell she was a bit tipsy.

“Happy new year, mom. Having fun in LA?”

“Oh it’s great here. There’s a lot of young hot boys here.” Y/N could hear her father in the distance yelling something at her. “Whatever Y/F/N” She simply yelled.

At that point Justin walked out of bathroom, his hair messy and a towel wrapped around his waist. Y/N sat up and ran her eyes all over his body, scanning him, from his head to his tiptoes.

“So are you two having fun?” Y/M/N voice shook her from her daydream. “Mhm” Y/N mumbled into the phone.

“We’re just about to head to the party.”

“Well tell Justin hi and have a good time. P.S. it’s time for me to become grandma.”

“Y/M/N” Y/n’s father yelled and Y/N just chuckled.

“All right mom, have fun. Love you.”

Y/N hung up and look in Justin’s direction. He was now fully dressed, wearing a hat, black shirt, same colour jacket and white shorts.

“Ready?” he simply asked.

“Mom said hi.” He nod and started walking out.

He let Y/N go first and placed his hand on her lower back. This time the ride down wasn’t so unpleasant and soon they were at the party.

They separated very quickly, Y/N headed to the bar, ordering herself a strong Martini, while Justin went somewhere, only god know where.

“What is a girl like you doing alone on New Year?” a deep voice asked Y/n and she slowly rotated herself to face a very good looking guy.

He was tall, bit taller than Justin, black hair with bluest eyes Y/N has ever seen. She shyly smiled at him.

“Well I lost my boyfriend somewhere.” Y/N simply answered, hoping that will send him away.

But he didn’t seem to recognise what she said, rather he showed at the chair next to her, and she just nodded. A little company won’t hurt, she was getting bored anyway.

“I am Tony”

“Y/N. Nice to meet ya.”

“Oh trust me pleasure is all mine.” She smiled at his flirtatious comment and carried on. They talked for solid fifteen minutes, he made he laugh so much, her stomach actually started to hurt.

She felt familiar hand on her back. “Hi I am Justin. The boyfriend.” Justin offered his hand to Tony. His face was cold as ice, and Y/n knew he was beyond pissed and jealous.

“So you’re the one that leave this fine lady, all alone. Damn bro, you should keep a close eye on that masterpiece.” Tony said shaking his hand.

Y/n felt Justin’s grip getting tighter after Tony’s comment. She could tell his ego was hurt, and she was hoping he would just bit his tongue and let go. But she knew Justin.

“You might wanna watch your mouth, this is my girlfriend you’re talking to.”

“Hey man, I’ve said nothing bad about your girlfriend.” Tony lifted his hands up, clearly showing he wants no trouble.

“Tony it was nice meeting you, but I think you should leave now. Thanks for the company, I appreciate it.” Y/N said.

Tony nodded and smiled, then walked away. Y/N exactly knew what was following, and honestly she wasn’t in the mood for it.

“So I let you off for five minutes and you already find a new guy?”

She turned her head to face him, with the most annoyed facial expression she could make. “Don’t you even dare to start anything. He was at least making me company, unlike someone here.”

“So you wanna fuck him?” Justin asked arrogantly.  

“Fuck off Justin, go back to those bitches that you were with all this time. You ain’t gonna ruin this night for me.” Y/N said and walked away.

“Where you going?” Justin asked walking behind her.

“Somewhere where no one is going to bother me.”

“Y/N where the fuck are you going? Answer me.” Justin raised his voice. She turned on her tiptoes, lifting her hand to slap him, but she stopped herself just in time.

“Go on, slap me. Go on, do it.” he provoked her, stepping closer to her. Y/N rolled her eyes, groaned and started walking towards his room.

“So you’re just gonna walk away?”

“What do you want Justin? There is no more that needs to be said or discussed.”

“Oh yes there is.”

She picked her pace and walked even faster. Soon she was in front of his room door, waiting for him to unlock them, but he didn’t seem to hurry anywhere.

“And what would we need to discuss anymore?”

“You giving that guy sex eyes.” Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. All night he keeps teasing her, she is about to explode and now he gives her his jealous attitude.

It was kinda sexy, but all she wanted was to cum, not fight. So she pulled him closer, grabbing his jacked and connecting their lips.

He pushed her against the doors, one hand placing on her side, while unlocking the door with other. He pushed her inside, closing the door with his leg.

He moved away from kiss and took his jacket off. Y/N placed her hand around the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He observed her while her hands traced up and how his chest.

He moved his hands on her back, unzipping her dress, letting it hit the floor and revealing her naked body. “You are so beautiful.”  Y/N felt her cheeks burning up.

Justin pushed Y/N onto bed and climbed over here. He connected their lips once again, while placing his hand over her clit, making little circles around it.

Y/N moaned into the kiss. “So wet.” Justin mumbled into kiss, pushing his tree finger into her. She groaned from sudden pleasure.

Justin moved his lips to her hard nipples, nibbling on each. She pushed her head deeper into the pillow, digging her nails into silky sheets.

He stick his tongue out and slowly traced it all the way to her pussy. He placed few kisses around her entrance, before connecting his lips with her clit.

Y/N screamed out in pleasure, shutting her eyes and enjoying the moment. She pushed her hips higher, but he placed his strong hand on her sides and held her down.

He hummed into her entrance, which only send shiver all over her body.

Suddenly he got up and she whined at the feeling of emptiness. He took his shorts off, exposing his grown length.

He took his dick in his hand and simply demanded. “Suck.”

Y/N got up and quickly took his dick into her mouth, never leaving his gaze. His mouth fell open, little ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.

She sucked slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip, but Justin grabbed her hair and moved her head faster and rougher.

She knew he was close, so he pulled her away, pulling her up for a rough kiss.

Y/N pushed Justin onto bed, she placed her legs on each side and took his dick into her hands and placed it in front of her entrance. She slowly pushed herself down, adjusting his length inside her.

She placed her hands onto his chest and started moving her hips in a circle. He griped her sides, groaning.

“Keep doing that, baby girl.”

Y/N slowly started to bounce her hips up and down, eventually picking up the pace. Their moans were getting lost in hot, steamy air that their bodies produced.

Justin’s eyes focused on her bouncing boobs, moving his hands to cup them, giving them a good squeeze. Y/N moaned loudly.

“You are so fucking hot, you know that, right?”

Justin got up, placing his hands on her back, taking her breast in her mouth, nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Sucking around her nipples, making sure to leave deep, purple marks, only visible to him.

Y/N felt her stomach clenching, her thighs started shaking. She was so close.

“Mhm, s-so cl-o-o-se. Please le-t me c-u-um.” Y/N said quietly, in between thrusts.

“Oh you wanna cum, baby girl? I don’t think so.” Justin picked her up and turned around, hovering her. He pulled his dick out, only to slam into her with his full rage.

Y/N screamed his name, almost cumming, but somehow managing to hold it back. With each thrust it became harder and harder for her to hold back. Because with every thrust he managed to hit her g-spot.

“Please, Justin” Y/N cried out.

“What? What do you want?” Justin demanded.

“Please let me cum.”

“I don’t know Y/N, only good girls get to cum, but you were a very, very bad girl today.”

Y/N moaned loudly, she knew that if she won’t cum in next thirty seconds, she will explode.

“But I think you have learned your lesson. Cum baby girl, cum hard.”

Her orgasm hit the climax, Y/N’s eyes rolled, her back arched, and she digged her nails into his muscles. She screamed his name as loud as she could, feeling like her lounges will leave her body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come.”

He rid of her orgasm as his was close, his thrust became sloppier, harder and deeper. He groaned her name loudly, emptying himself into her.

Justin collapsed next to Y/N, both trying to calm down their breathing.

Is It Okay?

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Mixed Race!Reader, Steve, and Tony
Warnings: Angst, talk of 40’s culture and treatment towards POC, nothing much this is mostly fluff
Summary: Bucky’s mind is still in the 1940’s so when he sees a girl of colour who he likes, he’s frazzled on whether he should ask her out on a date or not. What would people think? He turns to Steve for advice.
Word Count: 1390

A/N: I DON’T MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE, THIS WAS A REQUEST AND IF YOU WANT IT TAKEN DOWN PLEASE DON’T HESITATE TO ASK ME TO DO IT! I LOVE YOU GUYS AND I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY <3 <3 <3

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Archie x Reader: Love And Other Drugs

Warnings: bad drugs n bad boys (with a good archie)
Requested: yes

A/N: This sounds like a total bad thing but this imagine is v fluffy I promise

*Your POV*

“Betty, should I wear the red shirt or the blue shirt?” Tonight was the big end-of-summer party and I felt like it was my night to finally get with Archie Andrews. Archie and I have been flirting all summer and it was clear that he had feelings for me like I had for him, but neither of us had said anything. I thought that since Archie would be at the party tonight I could go for it, and if it didn’t work out, I could say it was the liquor talking.

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“Sonny’s Day Off”, an Uptown Funk/In the Heights Rotoscope

ahhhhhh it’s finally done!! the beast is conquered! i can doodle once more! i hope you guys like it, i’ve been doing this since november,, and now i’m looking forward to spending this week doing requests :)

SHERLOCK - :Heart Hands:
Wacom Intuos Pro in PS CS3 (new window for hi-res)

I’m only a month late *shrugs*. This was supposed to be done on Valentine’s Day. Whoops.

So I’ve been slowly trying to get back in to doing art again, still trying to find my groove and colouring style on my digital works. This one was done entirely with a marker brush set, which I actually really really like because it really emulates my traditional style.

I love these two idiots so much, but holy crap heart-hands are hard as hell to draw. I still don’t think they look good, but meh. And Sherlock is too short, but humour me anyway. 

Hope you guys like this. Con-crits are appreciated to help me learn digital better.

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Love, Bed And Breakfast - 3

Part 1  Part 2

3 days later you and Harry were still housemates. He had moved into the guest room and had actually, for the most part, stuck to the “No nudeness” rule. He had also given you your space. You had had breakfast and some dinners together, getting to know each other a bit better.

You found out that he was a photography student and hobby musician. He lived in London with three flatmates. And he was exhaustingly cheerful.

When you came to breakfast on the 4th day, Harry was on his phone, while pouring milk into his cereal.

“Yeah… alright, that sounds awesome!… Totally!… Brilliant. I’ll see you there.”

He hung up and turned to you with a smile.

“Morning, love.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes only a little. You had asked him not to call you ‘love’, or anything else like that, but, as most everything that annoyed you about him, he chose to ignore it.

“Morning, Harry. Any plans for today?”, you asked, getting eggs out of the fridge.

“Yeah, I was actually just talking to a friend about that. It’s a great day and the waves are perfect and so yeah, we’re going to the beach.”

You gave an acknowledging nod as you mixed the eggs with some seasoning.

“Soooo…”, he started, while you poured the fluid into a pan.

You turned, finding Harry looking at you with a massive grin.

You feared the worst.

“Wanna come?”, he questioned.

You bit your lip, concentrating on stirring the eggs.

“I don’t know…”

“Come oooon! It’ll be fun! You can’t possibly have anything more fun to do. And it won’t just be me, if you’re worried about that. There’ll be a few of us, I promise.”

You frowned.

“I thought you didn’t know anyone in Australia.”
Harry gave you his characteristic grin and shrugged.

“I make friends easy. So, what do you say?”

You sighed, thinking of the quiet of the museums you had intended on visiting. But then you imagined the sound of the ocean, warm sand between your toes and a lazy day, spent reading and eating and sleeping.

“Alright, fine. Guess the museums can wait another day.”

Harry just grimaced for a moment, then he smiled.

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Stereotypes

 James Potter x Slytherin reader

You stormed out of the Slytherin common room in pure disgust. Some of the thing people were saying made you sick to your stomach. It was all comments about how muggleborn were dirty and “power to purebloods”. And it made you want to puke.

Don’t get it twisted, you were a proud Slytherin, but this war had really changed your view on your own house. Most of the other people in Slytherin seemed to be aspiring death eaters. They were stereotype of Slytherin house, and to think you had been friends with them before was sickening. They talk about how this “Voldemort” guy was going to purify the wizarding society, when the purebloods were the problem, not muggleborns. It just made you so angry, and you had never been very good at keeping your opinions to yourself, which was why you had been thrown out of the Slytherin dorms.

You had nowhere to go, so you just sat down in a dark hallway. Eventually a prefect would come by and yell at you, but you couldn’t care less. Maybe they would take you to Slughorn or something, then he could let you back in to your dormitory. But then again, did you really want to go back there? You would probably get hexed for your unpopular opinions on blood status.

Sighing deeply you started picking on the skin around your nails. It had been a habit since before you could remember. When you were younger you used to pick it so much that you you had to wear gloves, you realized you must have looked pretty stupid looking back at it. The reason it had started was stress. Your household wasn’t the best seeing that you parents had a completely different view on those who weren’t pureblood. There was a lot of fighting, and it started your stress habit.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a series of footsteps. They were awfully loud as the corridor had been completely silent before the person came along. By the sound of it, they were coming closer to where you sat slumped against the cold wall. The steps echoed in the dark hallway and you felt sort of… anxious. Would you get detention for being out of bed this late? Maybe you could just explain your situation to them. They would understand, right? But maybe they would punish you anyways, nobody really liked Slytherins after all.

Around the corner came a boy with messy black hair. You could tell from his walk only that he was cocky. Upon seeing you he seemed happy, probably thinking that you were just another girl he could snog while he was supposed to be doing his job. You recognized him as James Potter, the boy whom had nearly every girl in school swooning. You had even heard a few Slytherins talk about how “fit” he was. Personally you didn’t quite see the appeal. Sure he was attractive, but the arsehole-like behavior ruined what he had going for himself.

His stroll towards you came to a sudden halt when he noticed the colour of your tie. The prejudice was obvious as his face got a look of disgust. Sometime you really wish you could just have been a Ravenclaw or something. You hated how people were so quick to pass judgement, you hadn’t even talked to the guy and he already disliked you. He seemed unsure of what to say, yet he cleared his throat and started speaking in an attempt of sounding strict;

“What are you doing out of bed this late?”

“What does it look like? I’m enjoying some alone time with the wall, obviously” he just stared at you as you snorted at your own joke.

“Err No, I’m just joking. I got thrown out of my dormitory”

Potter seemed very suspicious and replied with; “Do you honestly think I’d believe that?”

“Ehh, yes? Why would you not”

“Well it’s just that, Slytherins aren’t exactly known for being the most trustworthy…”

The tension laid thick in the air as you registered what he had just said to you. But your normally sarcastic comeback didn’t come out as you had nothing to say. Besides, it wasn’t the best idea fighting with a prefect.

“Okay then, let’s say you weren’t lying. Why would they kick you out?”

“I’m not very good at keeping my opinions to myself” you confessed. You were caught by surprise when he let out a small chuckle, the noise tugged slightly at your heart even thought you would never admit it.

“Yeah, most Slytherins aren’t.”

There it was again, another stereotype. The worst thing by far, was that you agreed slightly with what he was saying.

“They were talking shit about muggleborns and promoting that Voldemort-nonsense, so I let them know that I didn’t agree.”

“And how did you do that?”

“I might have told them they were a bunch of stupid fuckers” you laughed as you remembered the looks on their faces when you had let out this statement. Surprisingly, you were joined by the laugh of the boy now standing next to you. For a few minutes conversation flowed freely about how your thoughts on the war. Seeing as you shared most opinions, it was easy talking to James. But it all went downhill when you mentioned Remus Lupin.

“And they talked so much shit about Remus Lupin, Snape was even stated that he was a werewolf. Nobody believed him of course, but could you imagine how bad it would be for Remus if they found out his secret” you knew about the fact that Remus was a werewolf. You had figured it out years ago and you hadn’t really given it much thought other that you felt bad for the boy.

You didn’t think much about how James would react since he already knew. So you were taken by surprise when you found yourself being pushed against the wall with a wand to your neck. James was looking straight into you eyes with so much rage on his face that it was actually quite scary. His normally brown eyes were almost black and towered over you.

“How many people have you told?” he growled.

“No one, I swear. I just told you that it would be horrible if they found out, why would I tell anyone?” the came out in a rushed breath. James’ expression softened noticeably as he put his wand back in his pocket.

“Sorry, I just don’t want anyone to find out.”

“I noticed.” you said whilst rubbing you your neck where he had held the tip of his wand.

“You okay?” he asked with genuine concern.

“Oh yeah, I was just attacked by some psycho, but I’m fine.”

“I didn’t attack you, love.” he laughed at your sarcastic tone. You blushed at the nickname, but tried to keep your cool.

“Say that to the wall you pushed me against. I said I liked spending quality time with it, but that was a bit much” you joined in on the laughter.

“Sorry ‘bout that, love” he said whilst rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“It’s fine”

James took a step closer to you and grabbed your hand. He changed his opinion on you real quick. It went form “I hate you” to “you’re okay” to “I want to beat you up” to “I’m holding your hand” in ten minutes or something.

“Go out with me, yeah?”

“And I guess you all can guess what I answered” you smirked with a wink at your fiancé. You had to rehearse your speech at your trial dinner the day before your wedding, and you decided on telling the story of how you met.

“So cheers to me and this idiot for falling in love, yeah?” you finished.

Okay, first of all. I’m sorry for the shitty ending. Second of all, I did really enjoy writing this imagine. And third of all, this if for the anon who requested and angsty James x Slytherin reader imagine. I hope this turned out okay xxx It’s a bit longer than usual, but I hope that’s okay. Remember, requests are open ;))

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Guess what guys, I’m back. And this time I’m doing a redesign I haven’t done before: Amethyst. Not much was actually changes outside of incorporating elements of her pilot design (Purple Lips, Baggy Clothes and the Purse). Now I also made her more feline like in season 1 but levelled up a bit, coloured her eyes to be more feline, and given her body hair to give her a fuzzy, mammalian look. Also she has sharp coloured teeth and claws on the tips of her hands. 

As you can see in the doodles I made, I made her more picky with her food, to partially subvert the fat girl who eats everything trope (She hates onions for one thing). Also She’s Genderfluid, as evident with her shapeshifting into male personas such as Purple Puma, something she shares with Steven. 

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#92 - For isle-of-flightless-josh & vanswritings

Filling the prompts “can you write Single dad Van? Taking his 5, 6 years old daughter on tour with him? And maybe him taking her to meet the reader for the first time?” from @isle-of-flightless-josh and “Can you write about Van as a dad ?” from @vanswritings

Note: ONE FOR MY GIRLSSSS! This is a long one - about 4,500 words. Also, I really like this one so if you do too, pls let me know! 


You walked around the corner of the hallway and stopped in your tracks. There was a child standing in the middle of the room, looking around confused. She was in teeny tiny jeans, and her tshirt had little cats and love hearts printed on it. Her brown hair was a mess and she was barefoot. She looked up at you with big blue eyes. You could see she was upset, but wasn’t at the crying stage just yet.

“Hey honey. Are you okay?” you asked, crouching down but not stepping closer to her. She closed the space herself, walking the few metres to stand right in front of you. She had freckles across her nose.

“I can’t find Daddy,” she told you. Her little face was contorted into the saddest expression you’d ever seen. She was holding her hands together, twisting her fingers in anxiety.

“Okay. We can find him. Can’t have gone far,” you said. She nodded. “Do you know Daddy’s name?”

“Daddy,” she replied. It was cute, but you didn’t laugh at her.

“What do other grown-ups call him?” you tried again.

“Van.”

A convenient coincidence. You hadn’t met him yet, but you knew Van. You were on your way to a meeting to lay out the plan for their tour. Their usual tour manager, Mike, wasn’t available. You were handed Catfish and the Bottlemen, and the opportunity to prove you could run a really fucking successful string of shows.

"I know exactly where he is. Let’s go,” you told her standing up. She held up both hands, and you realised she wanted to be picked up. You complied, and sat her on your hip. She cuddled into you. The kid was clearly used to strangers and you didn’t know if that was good or bad. “What’s your name, honey?”

“Dylan.”

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amistillfeeling  asked:

What are BB and Rae's favorite pairs of underwear, like type, color, etc

OHOHOHOHO

So, Raven starts off real practical. A simple black thong. I mean, she wears a leotard, so she can’t have any bunching. A thong is easy, and they aren’t exactly expensive.

However, one day, when her and Star go on a shopping extravaganza, she gets her into a lingerie store with all those fancy, girly panties and buys a set for herself and Raven.

At first, Rae’s kind of like…great, this is going to be uncomfortable. But Star isn’t dumb; she picks out stuff she knows Rae will like. So, definitely on the blue, purple, black side, satin and silk and the stuff that just feels good but also looks great without being too out there. (No glitter, just lace and see-through fabric). 

Raven tries them on and oh my Azar, she’s a changed woman. It feels glorious against her skin, and she looks hot in them (legs for days, and them hips). So, Rae kind of starts a secret collection of pretty underwear she basically saves for special occassions (aka, lounging in her room feeling pretty when no one’s looking). Thongs, g-strings, bikini, you name it. Girl has TONS (but she does really like the black lacy/silky stuff most).

As for Beast Boy? He goes commando a lot, because reasons.

But, he probably owns a handful of briefs he uses for every day. He’s totally the type of guy with that ‘lucky’ pair of underwear, and they’re probably old with holes while stupidly patterned or something.

On the other hand, I do think he’d own a bunch of colourful, themed boxers. Kid practically collects them like novelties. Like, if theres a pair with a meme on it? He buys them. Comic strips or super heroes? At the check-out. Christmas themed? Purchased. Animals and critters? Instant buy. (Brownie points if they’re green). 

Whether he wears them or not is a toss up. He’s often in a rush and just forgets them entirely, or grabs the cleanest pair hanging around. 

Thanks for the ask~ :D

Plus, she’s amazing !

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Requested by anon 

plus!sized reader x Luke Alvez

Title : Plus, she’s amazing !

Pairing : Luke Alvez x reader

POV : Reader’s

Word count : 2718 (I have been deprived of feelings okay don’t judge me)

 A/n - I literally went wild with this and tried to write a more positive story because most plus!sized reader fics are kind of depressing. I still touch upon insecurities, but it’s far more light hearted. This will also be a multi chapter fic if you guys want :)

Thank’s to @madamredwrites for the title, you are amazing <3 and @lostdreamsanddeadroses for beta reading this piece of fan trash :)

Also thanks to @happilygubler, @sassygeek77 and @zugzwangxo who encouraged me to write Luke Alvez fics. WE NEED MORE!!!

Originally posted by emilyprentiss

This had to go well. Andi left the unit under you, you had to do this right. You were familiar with the BAU. Garcia and you were good friends but you hadn’t met the team at all and it was frustrating. “You’ve got this Y/N, the force is one with you.” you mumbled, playing with your necklace. The elevator doors dinged open and you stepped out, heading straight for the doors where a group of people stood crowded around a few desks in the bullpen. You recognized the lanky tall one to be Spencer from Penelope’s polaroid wall. He looked quite different with the 4th doctor get up. You also recognized Prentiss, the new unit chief, who seemed to be in the middle of a briefing.

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52.

“So, Barton,” Tony said, grinning a little wide, a little manic, a little like every other manifestation of his very worst ideas, “what secrets have you been hiding?”

Stark,” Steve snapped, and the look on Barton’s face could’ve reduced Tony to ashes.

Barton’s hands moved, jerky and swift and like he was doing everything in his power to stop them.

“Right,” Tony said, somewhere in the no man’s land between relief and disappointment, “of course it’d be the Deaf guy who got hit with the truth spell. Anyone know -”

“What the fuck?” Bucky cut in, and all of the colour drained out of Clint’s face. He swore, viciously.

“Fuck,” he said, “fuck, I didn’t -” and then slapped a hand over his own mouth, almost hard enough to bruise, and ducked out of the nearest door quicker than anyone could react.

“Tony,” Steve said, cold and implacable and six foot something of holy fucking vengeance, and Bucky just caught a glimpse of the sheer, pants-shitting terror on Tony’s face before he dived through the doorway, hot on Clint’s heels.

*

Of course this wasn’t safe. Of course none of the dozens of hiding places he’d carefully curated could be fucking safe, because Clint was about as subtle - and as transparent - as a glass hammer, and now the blow had been struck and there were pieces of him everywhere. And every one of them, every one, Bucky knew.

He pushed a little tighter into the corner of the crawl space, like that would make the slightest difference, and tucked his face in against the worn-through denim of his jeans. His cheeks kinda stung from the rough treatment; he wasn’t one for tears, usually, but it turned out the truth was emotionally exhausting and exactly as awful as he’d thought it might be.

Fuck, he wished Tasha was here.

“Ever think about telling me?” Bucky said, low and kinda soothing, like Clint was a zoo animal or an idiot or a child.

“Thought about it,” Clint told his knees.

“Didn’t think maybe that’s something I would’ve liked to know?”

“Really not about you, Bucky,” Clint said, finally raising his head, and yeah under the circumstances that was kinda comical maybe, but Clint meant it down in the bones of him. He’d never loved with expectation, that wasn’t how he was made - that was how he and Tasha had never had a moment of awkwardness as friends.

“What if it is?” Bucky asked, and Clint looked at him in the bare half-light, barely able to make out his features let alone read their expression.

“Not an idiot,” Clint said, and Bucky’s snort echoed back from metal walls.

“Yeah you are,” Bucky said, but the tone of his voice was all wrong for it. “You’re my best friend in this goddamn century, Clint, and I love you.”

“But…” Clint prompted.

“Nah,” Bucky said. “I was done.”

Dating Jungkook

ksj | myg | jhs | knj | pjm | kth | jjk


A/N: Hey, this is the first post ever on this blog *WHOOP* And we decided to start off with a Dating!BTS series!! We’re gonna start off with the golden maknae and lil fluff ball, Jungkookie. Enjoy~ 

-Amelia

  • He loves you but he’s always trying to outdo you
  • “Whoever does the better front flip is buying ice cream”
  • “deal”
  • April Fools – you are screwed because jeon jungmemechild is gonna get you good
  • Feels bad about pranking you, but in the moment it’s worth it bc now he’s got some blackmail and new cute pics for his wallpaper
  • AND YOUR GONNA GET HIM BACK THO
  • You steal his t-shirts all the time bc he has too many as it is, and honestly is he even going to notice?
  • Well he does
  • He has a sixth sense for that
  • Sometimes he cares (when his endless supply has run out and he’s gotta do the laundry) but most of the time he thinks it’s cute that you wear his shirts
  • Jungkook gets jealous when someone hits on you and he’s overprotective!kookie to the rescue
  • He’d be sizing up any guy that interacts with you, even the other members
  • He’s always on guard – not like anyone has ever looked the slightest bit threatening to him, he’s just paranoid
  • Practising doing make up by using kookie as a canvas. And when you finally do his eyeliner 100% hes amazed and spins you around bc he is so proud of his jagiya.
  • But in his head he’s like, I could probably do it better. He tries and pokes himself and he’s got colours all over his face
  • you just laugh bc you’ve finally found something you’re better at than him
  • lil bun isn’t always competitive
  • he likes to have a movie day when he’s not busy, every other time you pick the movie and you bet your ass you’re watching iron man when he’s picking
  • he’s seen the movie countless times but he still gets so engrossed in it
  • You throw popcorn at him to get his attention and then POPCORN FIGHT – you both regret it when you have to pick it out of the couch creases later
  • When he’s half asleep during the sappy rom com you choose, he gets all cuddly and he’s just a big floof
  • sometimes he sings to you when you have those days where you just can’t sleep 
  • TEACHES YOU HIS LIL MEME HANDS DANCE
  • You guys always do it in front of the other members and Yoongi is so freakin’ done bc WHY ARE YOU TWO DOING THAT DURING THIS TENSE GAME OF SPOONS?!!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!
  • Then hobi joins in and yoongi just leaves to the kitchen to find Jin and critique his cooking
  • Y’all are the life of the party, you’re both adorable and say and do dumb things
  • You’re always up for any game and you kick ass at charades
  •  ALWAYS TRYING TO ASSERT HIS DOMINANCE WITHOUT BEING TOO STRAIGHTFORWARD ABOUT IT
  • ANGRY VANILLA SEX
  • But nothing like s&m, just like mild spanking and a “protective” hand around the neck (not doing anything just being there)
  • Bc hes too scared to hurt you bc you’re so precious
  • Your relationship with him is all about jokes, competition and cuddles ft superhero movies and sometimes you’re both kind of �� but it’s cool cos you’re the cutest couple
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“I want you
I’ll colour me blue
Anything it takes to make you stay
Only seeing myself
When I’m looking up at you
I want you
I’ll colour me blue
Anything it takes to make you stay
Only seeing myself
When I’m looking up at you”

[Hetalia] Red Plum Blossoms [HongIce]

A slightly trembling hand caressing his cheek. Fingers tangled in his hair. Eyes the colour of dark chocolate locked onto his, much lighter ones. Such was the position Emil found himself in on this dark and moonless night in his chilly, lonely house, and in those moments, he couldn’t even remember how this all had happened. All he knew was that his heart felt like it was about to burst, that his head was clouded with everything and nothing at the same time, that his legs were shaking so badly he was sure he would have fallen over if he wasn’t being held so firmly…yet so tenderly.

He never knew Leon could be so gentle, yet so passionate at the same time. There was something in those dark eyes of his, something that he knew if he searched long enough, he wouldn’t be able to find. Because Leon was always known to hide his emotions better than most. Emil could never tell what he was thinking.

Maybe that’s why he hadn’t seen it coming.

The kiss, that would be.

He didn’t know what to think; he didn’t know what to feel. How could something make one so wobbly and unstable? Words formed at the tip of his tongue only to vanish and die in his throat, forever unsaid. But in this situation…what could be said?

Leon didn’t seem to want anything to be said, either. Because all he did was stare into Emil’s eyes like they were the most fascinating thing he’d ever known to exist. Purple was a very fickle colour; it could look as soft as lilacs, or as ferocious as an ancient curse. Somehow Emil seemed to make it both–a violet so tender, but it could still bring you to your knees if you crossed a line.

Oh God, he’d wanted to do this for a long time. Just…stare at Emil and take in every detail of his face. Breathe in his scent. Feel his touch. He never thought he’d be able to do it.

But there they were; all tangled and confused, but both of them feeling like everything was so…so perfect. Just right. 

‘This is how the universe is supposed to be.’ Their thoughts came as one. ‘With Hong Kong and Iceland together.’ Two very different countries; one would think that it were impossible for them to even know the other’s name.

‘I don’t care.’ They both thought, once again, in unison.

Leon pressed their lips together before he was done studying him, unable to suppress the urge. He felt Emil’s hands behind his back, pulling him closer, if that was even possible, because no two beings could be as close as those two were at the moment.

Emil’s lips tasted like licorice, and they felt so warm and delicate at the same time. Leon was so entranced, he hadn’t even realised Emil had boldly deepened the kiss. 

Emil hadn’t a clue where this sudden confidence had burst from, but the more he held the Chinese, the more he realised he never wanted to let go. How come he’d never realised these feelings? Where were they buried all of this time? The Icelander had no answers; he could only think about how he never knew how the scent of bamboo smelled so good. 

He finally succumbed to the need for air, and they both broke apart, still feeling woozy and unsteady on their feet. They stared at each other for a minute; two; three. And then–

laughter.

Beautiful, beautiful laughter that rose from the Icelander’s mouth and spilled out like a blessing. Leon’s heart might have stopped right there, and he would have never noticed.

Emil didn’t stop laughing, and Leon didn’t want him to. (So beautiful…) He had to lean on the Chinese completely to prevent from falling over, and Leon gladly held him, breathing in more of that licorice scent. (Like, he really loves licorice, doesn’t he?)

“God,” Emil seemed to have finally found the words. “I-I…never knew…never…” He steadied himself somewhat, but found himself still holding Leon’s shoulders. He didn’t let go. 

“Never knew what?” The corners of Leon’s lips lifted into a smirk. “That I’m, like, such a good kisser?”

Emil made a face that Leon assumed was supposed to be indifference, but it came out more like cute than anything else. “That…that someone would…” He inhaled. “…would actually be interested in me.”

Leon could have laughed. “Pfft, like, what do you mean? I’m not ‘interested’.” His smirk grew wider once he saw the confused look on the other boy’s face, and he took a closer step, leaning in so that he could feel Emil’s shaky breaths. “Can’t believe I’m, like, being like those guys in generic movie kiss scenes, but I want…I want to do that again.” Emil stared at him. “And again. Like, every time we see each other, I want to do that. And maybe more. But, ya know, I’ll keep it PG since we’re just starting.”

A prominent rosy red coloured Emil’s pale cheeks. Leon found it adorable. “H-Hey! You could j-just…say that you like me…”

“I was trying to not, like, be cheesy.”

“That was cheesy.”

“Oh, well.” Leon snickered under his breath and slipped his hands around Emil’s waist. “It got the point across, didn’t it?” 

Emil couldn’t help himself. He no longer felt wobbly, but more relaxed and so at home, and it had nothing to do with the fact that this was his house. “Wow, you suck at this.”

Leon grinned. “Great, I’ll, like, take it as a yes.”

“A yes?”

He rolled his eyes. “Uh, genius, we just, like, kissed. And you don’t seem to, like, have any issues, so we’re totally together now, right?”

Emil blinked. Kiss. Together. Boyfriend.

Oh.

When he remained unresponsive for a few minutes, Leon snapped his fingers in front of his face, so when he regained his focus, Emil’s face was redder than the Red Plum Blossoms that Leon would watch bloom every winter at China’s place. He suddenly decided that, next winter, he wanted to take Emil with him.

“Hey, Emil.” The boy jumped slightly at the sound of his name; it seemed that he was still in a daze. Leon impulsively removed a hand from his waist and placed it on his chest; right there, right on his heart. 

Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub.

He could hear it–feel it–so clearly as if it were his very own, and it mesmerised him so much that when he spoke, his voice was softer than a whisper. “When I used to stay with my old man, I used to watch a certain type of flower bloom every winter with him.”

Emil blinked slowly, like he wasn’t sure where this was headed. “Flower…in winter?”

“It’s, like, a very strong flower…” Leon continued. “It can withstand frosty weather, and it’s, like, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He bit his lip, unsure where this sudden nervousness came from. He had been in perfect control until just now. “And I, uh, want to see it with you next time.”

“M-Me…? All the way in China–”

“Like, I want to put two beautiful sights next to each other.” Leon cut him off, determined to make him see what he meant. “And then I could see Emil, and I could see that flower–the Red Plum Blossom–together…” His voice, for once, faltered, his previous confidence gone. ‘Welp, that was…like, a major flop.’

But Emil didn’t laugh at him. Well, not in a scornful way, because a few giggles had escaped the Icelander’s mouth. They were more endearing than anything, and Leon forgot all about the sudden heat in his cheeks when Emil gave him a quick, shy kiss. “Allt í lagi. Why not? I’ll follow you to China and maybe the end of the world if you’re not too annoying.”

Leon said nothing; merely stared at Emil once more, returning to his previous task of memorising every part of his face. 

“Yeah.” He finally said. “Make sure you can, like, keep up. ‘Cause I don’t, like, wait for slow pokes.”

Emil cocked his head to the side and flicked the Chinese’s forehead. “Watch it, I might just leave you to spend winter alone.”

“Oh, you, like, did not just say that. And we, like, didn’t even have our first date yet.”

Emil simply shrugged innocently. “What can I say? I’m one of a kind…well, not really in a good way.”

“Please,” Leon rolled his eyes. “Like, here comes the cheesy again, but you’re one of a kind in, like, the best way imaginable, so shut up.” He frowned slightly. “And don’t go around, like, telling people I’m so ‘cute’ or whatever. I have, you know, an image to keep up and stuff.”

“Mhm…” Emil nodded, not really listening. He was more focused on the movement of Leon’s lips, and how enticing they looked right now. “Sure thing…Lukas would probably never let me hear the end of this, anyway. I don’t really want to tell anyone yet.”

“Hah, the generic ‘secret’ couple.” Leon ran his hand through Emil’s hair, admiring how the little light they had fell on the silvery strands, and they felt like moon dust in his hands. “Possibly the only cheesy thing I like.”

After that they said no more. They didn’t want to say anymore. All they did was lean closer, part their lips, stare, and lose themselves in each other.


Note: I felt like writing a HongIce one-shot for some reason?? Like, I was just sitting down and suddenly my brain went all like, “You know what time it is? HONGICE TIME!”

It’s kinda weird ‘cause I ship both Hong Kong/Taiwan and Hong Kong/Iceland; both ships are cute and Hong Kong is an adoRABLE CINNAMON ROLL, OML–

*Dies*