i finished in a way kinda

AAAA I am In Romantic Relationships and have still not fully... finished processing it?

???
How???

So 2 really really close friends are now also 2 girlfriends and ???!!!
I love thinking of them that way cause I really love them??

I mean I knew I wasn’t fully aro but you know, that just means I didn’t “fall in love”, I just.. loved them as really close friends and we were talking and just kinda decided it was a thing… (actually a lot more complicated and it involved lengthy talks about what “romantic relationships” meant and it led to massive insights on myself)

idk it feels nice to not have to think about whether my love for them is platonic or not anymore?

@michin-yo @not-terezi-pyrope I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH????

Anyway that is my announcement for the day.

She’s the betta half of the two

Guess who got a tablet for christmas? *waggles eyebrows* I still have a long way to go before I can be considered proficient at using it, but I’ll get there. I’m looking forward to making the most of the ‘dead’ time during my commutes to and from the office!

The Winter Coat [Part 8]

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Read pages 21 to 28 here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B7_-hEdKYBChbmVZTDktYTZzb2s/view?usp=sharing

Youtube Video here: https://youtu.be/NiyYUeDDGZ4

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As promised the TWC update on November 11th.

I hope you’ve all been well.

Been plugging away at this regularly, 2 pages every week for the last 4 weeks, and uploading to Patreon. The whole process keeps me active, although I often loose track of the days since it basically feels like I work 7 days a week now. 

Stylistically I personally feel like I vary a lot, and I kinda discover working processes as I go. Which is fine as I am growing as an artist… but it feels unprofessional when a project starts one way and finishes another.

The next and final part of TWC I hope to release on the 25th.

Sorry to folks who’ve sent asks I haven’t answered yet. Been a little over worked here.


Take care everyone.

Orange Skies and Blue Eyes

I haven’t posted in like forever but since it’s Christmas, I’ve decided to finish all my requests and will open requests again when I’m done doing so. 

Also Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was awesome 💚 I loved it and cried so much when I watched it. 

Can you do a one shot where Draco places his head in your lap? Kinda like when he did that with pansy but you know, cuter -Anonymous

“Leave me alone, Parkinson” Draco sighed, quickening his pace to get away from the dark haired girl. She had been acting extremely clingy today and seeing as Draco was already having such a stressful day, he couldn’t handle the way the pug faced slytherin’s obsession with him was an all-time high at the moment. Pansy was like an animal during mating season every once a month. There are times when her love for him was at a minimal and there are times (like now) where her hormones blast like fireworks waiting to burst.

“But Drakey….” Pansy whined, trying to make her face puppy dog like but ended up making Draco visibly disgusted “You promised to help me with Potions! We can watch the sunset too once we’re finished” Her hands had created a death grip on his bicep, disabling the boy from getting away. Draco mentally cursed at how he couldn’t just push her away. He was a Malfoy, he still had a reputation to keep.

“I don’t recall that” He squinted at her. The day couldn’t have gone worse for him. He had gotten detention from McGonagall because of his little banter with the Golden Trio during their Divination class and the fact that he had a tiring quidditch practice this morning. He looked up and prayed to any god there was up there to help him.

And just like that.

“Draco!” He turned his head to find his favorite pair of (E/C) eyes and (H/C) hair. You stood behind the awkward duo, holding back a laugh. You and Draco had been best friends since you were children. You fathers worked together in the ministry and were delighted you were both sorted in the same house.

“(Y/N)” He breathed, happily. Relief flowed through him as he stared at the smiling girl in front of him. You tried your best to hold back your laughter due to his obvious discomfort. Parkinson on the other hand looked at you with uttermost hatred. During the sorting in your first year, you were nervous as to where the hat would place you. Draco knew of your uneasiness and held your hand the whole time until your name was called. From then on, she swore to make your life at Hogwarts hell. That plan never went accordingly since you never visibly shown you were affected.

“I’ve been looking for you all over the damn place” You smiled, sweetly as Pansy scoffed not caring if Draco heard her. Your smile disappeared, feigning a hurt expression. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten…” The blonde gave you a baffled look.

“It’s Sit under a tree with your Best Friend Day!” You hollered, raising your arms for extra emphasis.

“That’s not a thing” Parkinson exclaimed, exasperated.

Draco slowly understood what you were trying to do and decided to play along.

“Oh yes. Of course I haven’t, love.” He grinned, scratching the nape of his neck. He looked down at the clinging girl next to him before he spoke “Sorry, Parkinson. It seems my schedule’s booked. Maybe on the 30th of February?” Pansy smiled, squealing in joy as she hugged Draco one last time. “You promise?” She batted her eyelashes making you gag.

“Yeah, I promise” Draco said, sliding his hand from her grip and wrapping an arm around you. You giggled realizing how dim witted Parkinson was. Well, they say love makes you blind but you didn’t recall that it also disintegrated your intelligence.  Pansy stuck her tongue out at you as if to say ‘I won’. You shook your head and giggled under your breath.


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You made many happy memories in Hogwarts with Draco. Your first casting of a patronus, first duel and even your first skinny dip –that’s a story for another time. You’ve done everything together well except snog of course. Friends don’t do that. You sat down on your favorite tree to sit on. It had the perfect view of the castle and had the perfect shade to protect you from the sun’s rays. Draco sat next to you, sighing contently as he lent his head back against the tree. You looked at him with concern as he noticed how tired he looked. You knew he wouldn’t admit it but he does get tired of acting this way from time to time. It wasn’t easy having his kind of title; The Slytherin Prince.

“You should rest, Draco…” You insisted, gently nudging his shoulder with yours. He opened his eyes to look at you, his signature smirk evident as he noticed the concern in them. “You could my lap as a pillow” You suggested, smirking as well “It’ll calm you”

“I’m not a child (Y/N)” He scoffed, noticing your teasing manner.

“I never noticed” You whispered, giggling after “Please?”

He could never resist you. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t. You had a way of controlling the him that had no need for dominance or violence; physical or verbal. He’s always seen you as more than a friend and if you were someone else, he would have asked you to be his from the start but you were you. He was afraid of you. Afraid of what you truly feel and how much it would affect him. The girl with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. There are numerous girls with these colors but only you can bring out true beauty. God, he hated himself for sounding like a girl.

He shuffled rather messily to get into the right position. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he looked so happy to be able to rest his head on your lap. He enjoyed it, especially at the way you caress his blonde locks between your fingers.  You knew again that this was something he wouldn’t admit to anyone –well except you.

“I told you it’ll calm you….Drakey…” You teased, looking down at him to see he was cringing at the name. You laughed, continuing your hand movements on his hair. “Don’t ever call me that” He groaned, placing an arm over his eyes.

“You should tell her the way you feel, Draco. Who knows what she’ll do next” You spoke in a joking manner but he knew it was laced with concern. He knew of what Parkinson tries to do to you when he wasn’t around but you’ve assured him countess of times that you payed no attention to the pug-face herself.

“You think she’ll try to get me to marry her?” He joked, trying to make you smile again. It mildly worked as he saw you had given him a half-smile. You looked up at the sky above you as it started to turn yellow-orange. The sunset in Hogwarts was always so beautiful to look at. The blonde removed his arm to stare at you. As cliché as it sounds, he thought you were more beautiful than the sun, moon and stars.

“(Y/N)” You tore your gaze away from the sky to see a better view of blue. His eyes were an ocean that you drowned in countless of times. He sat up, surprising you as he held the back of your neck with his hand. Your heart was beating rapidly unsure if he was going to do what you thought he was. He leaned in, capturing your lips in his. For once in his life, he actually felt something when he kissed a girl.

“You’re more radiant than whatever the sunset could bring” He said once he pulled away. You returned to your original position; His head on our lap whilst you relaxed against the tree, fingers wrapped around his soft blonde hair.

“Rest, Draco, my love. I’ll see you in a bit”

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found these wip gifs for the stevonnie animation in my 2d animations folder and figured they were interesting enough to show off here

the first one was my initial rough with just basic keyframing (and some timing i ended up not liking)

the second one is all the in betweens filled in but the lineart not cleaned up yet (honestly I kinda like this one more than the finished product in some ways)

the third one is the cleaned up lineart without the colours and glow so you can see more clearly the lineart for the fusion

Ink (M)

Genre: Smut, angst, badboy!Tae (kinda)
Word count: 7470
Description: Kim Taehyung is nothing less than a storm, contained in a human body, ready to lash out if you get too close. But you have been careful for way too long already.
Warnings: Mature content, mentions of depression
Author’s note: So I had a dream about Tae having tattoos and started writing this, trying to make him a bad boy but it turned out a bit more emotional than I intended it to… :D Also I’ve been struggling with finishing this for much longer than usually so I don’t know how it came out… (Not to mention it came out way longer than I intended)

You barged into Taehyung’s room ready to question the man what was taking him so long, but stopped in your tracks at the view of his bare back, tattoos eating up at his skin from his right shoulder blade, as if threatening to devour the rest of his milky skin soon enough. With the tempo Taehyung was going at, you wouldn’t doubt that actually.

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Keep Ya Safe

Originally posted by alphabetbet

Keep Ya Safe

Raphael x Reader

Note: Me: *has 30 requests I need to write, a play to finish, and exams to study for* Also Me: Eh, why not write something literally no one asked for. Hey guys, remember that stuffed turtle I bought way back? Yeah, so do I. Anyway, I kinda smushed a request into this one a little bit. Tried to. Anyway, fluff for my favorite hothead. I might have some Leo coming up later too, so keep your eyes peeled.

Raph. Was. So. Bored. But it was day, so he couldn’t leave the lair, and you were at school anyway so he didn’t really have anywhere to go. And so therefore, he was lifting weights, as usual. Needless to say, he wasn’t expecting to hear your voice so soon.

“Boo!” You sprang into his makeshift gym.

“(Y/N)? Don’t ya have school today?”

“Skipped.” You answered, dropping down onto the large pillow in the corner of the room. Your reading nook. Raph’s eyes widened.

“Woah, we got a badass over here.” He looked impressed.

“Kidding. Half-day. Exams.” You laughed. “I’m a goody-two-shoes. We both know that.”

“Heh, right.” He chuckled. “So what’cha doin’ here? Don’t ya got better things to do than hang out in the sewers?”

“Nah.” You shrugged. “Figured I’d pay my best friend a visit.”

“Ah.” He nodded. “Well, as you can see, not much is goin’ on down here.”

“Do you have patrol tonight?”

“Nope. Why?”

“Do you maybe want to come over to my place and watch a movie?”

“Yeah, sure. What’s on the docket tonight, shorty?”

“Hellboy.”

“What’s that about?”

“You’ll see.” You smiled innocently. “So are you in?”

“I don’t see why not.” But what he didn’t say was: I would watch paint dry if it was with you.  

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After dark, you waited in your room for Raph’s tapping on your window. Soon enough, he arrived and lumbered inside the window that was just barely big enough for the massive muscular turtle.

“(Y/N), ya here?”

“In the kitchen making popcorn!” You called. “Stay in there I’ll be out in a minute!”

“All right.” He looked around your room. Everything was set up, the movie’s menu playing on the screen. He sat down on your bed, causing it to creak beneath his weight. It was then that he noticed something sitting there. It was a medium-sized stuffed turtle. But that wasn’t all. It had a red bandana tied around its eyes. Raph’s cheeks suddenly matched his mask. He held it in his large hands, still not able to believe this was something that was sitting on your bed. Something you…slept with.

And in that instant, he imagined you, curled up in your sleep. Curled up in his huge arms. He pictured the sleepy breaths and quiet mumbles, and he wanted nothing more than to hold you against his plastron, to bury his face in your soft skin and kiss away all of your troubles.

He was in love with you.

Shit, why hadn’t he realized it sooner? You had been in front of him all along, and he had never…he had never felt this way. No, maybe he had. The days you wore your red t-shirt or the turtle charm that sometimes dangled around your neck. He liked to imagine you were his. He wished you were.

He wanted to hold your hand and hold you close, and God, he wanted to kiss your lips. Your soft human lips. Usually when he looked at his reflection, he could never imagine anyone loving him. He could never imagine anyone calling him theirs. But this turtle had changed everything, his entire outlook on love had shifted after spending two minutes in your room.

You opened the door, a large bowl of popcorn tucked under your arm and your hair pulled up into a messy bun. You weren’t wearing make-up, but you had never looked more gorgeous.

“What’s this?” he couldn’t stop the words from falling out of his mouth. Now your face was red.

“Oh, um, that’s my…um…” you sighed. “He just makes me feel safe, you know, when I’m asleep.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” You replied.

“So…” a ghost of a smile pulled at his scarred lips. “I make ya feel safe.”

“Yes.” You nodded and awkwardly walked over to the bed. “You do.”

“What are ya scared of?” he asked quietly as you sat down beside him. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Losing you.” You mumbled.

“What?”

“Losing you.” Your whisper was slightly louder this time.

“I ain’t goin’ anywhere. I promise.” His giant green finger turned your chin to face him. His eyes were soft and earnest. “Listen, I uh…” his heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest and run down the street. “I might be all rough on the outside, but uh, ya make me wanna be soft…for ya. And I just wanna protect ya. Because you’re so small and I’m so big, and if anything ever hurt ya…I don’t know what I’d do.”

There was a long silence. You stared at him for a long time, trying to find the words.

“I know that’s a lot to dump on ya. I’m sorry, I know you probably…I’m a turtle and you’re…I’m sorry I’ll just-”

“I love you.” You blurted, heart racing. “I don’t know for how long I have, but I do. A lot. I can’t explain it. You just make everything feel right. You make me feel safe.” You poked the plushie. “Even if it’s just this.”

“You don’t need it to keep ya safe. Not anymore. I’ll, uh…I’ll keep ya safe. I promise.” There was a long moment of silence. Raph slowly reached out, pulling you into his arms and onto his lap. You curled into his plastron and exhaled a huge sigh of relief. “So…what’s the movie about?”

“A big rough red guy who falls in love with a human girl.” You replied quietly. Raph chuckled.

“Let me guess, that was your back-up plan?”

“You could say that, yeah.”

“Well it woulda worked.” He kissed your forehead.

“Noted.” And with that, you pressed play.

leeequals-mc2  asked:

Do you have any advice for drawing fuller female figures? There's a particular character that I like to draw who's pretty generously heavyset, but I have trouble getting her curves right... I really like the way you do yours, so would you be willing to spare a hint or two? -Many thanks, Lee

so like… i don’t have a method, or a secret to drawing chubby people, i just kinda do it!

i get this kind of question often and i’m never sure how to answer except that you, too, can just kinda… do it
but that’s kind of vague advice so another method i can suggest is this:

  • 1. just go ahead and draw that character. just the sketch! don’t finish it.
  • 2. step back and look at it to see if you’re happy with the body type
  • 3. if you think you didn’t get it right, then make that layer light and go over it with another sketch, making bigger changes to the body type this time.
  • 4. repeat steps 2 and 3 as many times as you need to until you naturally get to what body type you want for the character.

the previous sketches work as a “skeleton”, so to speak, to go under the new ones, so you can have something to go off of when adding extra chub to a character.

at least that’s one way, anyways!

Due to the events of last night, I figure the timing was right for me to finish my latest fanart piece for Asagao Academy that I’ve been working on for a little while.

The Shane route has one of my favourite best endings in the game. I originally wanted to illustrate a Shane/Hana kissing in the rain scene back in the summer, but my friend Qeeko kinda beat me to it, so I dropped the idea. Then other projects got in the way and I only recently got back into thinking about this pairing and I came up with this!

I hope you guys enjoy this! And I hope it helps my American friends cope with their current situation in any way… Everybody stick together, ok?

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on the move collecting numbers imma take ur girl out~

i actually did the sketch for this way back in the middle of s9, but never finished it. and then the rest of the season happened and clara got her own tardis and stuff so it felt kinda out of place BUT HEY ITS FEMSLASH FEBRUARY SO HAVE IT NOW

Request (anon): Seb is not that into wedding planning as the reader?

A/N: I had to slightly change the request. I feel like Seb’s the ‘give his girl the wedding of her dreams’ kinda guy, but that he would most definitely be helpful in the process. So, instead, he’s just too tired to be as helpful as usual? Either way, hope you guys like it

Words: 713

Attempting to keep his focus, Sebastian reaches forward for his nearly empty glass of wine. As he finishes it off, he realizes the drink might not mix well with his exhaustion.

In all honesty, he is not quite certain what the exact topic of conversation is but he knows it is surrounding a wedding. His wedding to be exact. After a sixteen hour day, including a flight home after a day of press, Sebastian was ready to crawl into his bed. A bed he hasn’t laid down in for three months. Yet, he finds himself seated at a table in a crowded restaurant trying to make sense of the different flower arrangements being thrown around.

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Evak things I’m hella on board with:

• eskimo kisses are definitely their ‘thing’ like it’s how they’re affectionate with each other without kissing or anything like that
• “That’s chill” yes this is also one of their many 'things’ idk I just love the idea of them saying this to each other all the time as like a way to just kinda calm each other down and just be like yeah everything’s alright I’m here its chill.
• n i c k n a m e s my last post goes into more detail about this but they definitely have super sappy and cute pet names for each other like Even likes calling Isak 'Issy’ and Isak likes calling Even 'Evy’ or 'baby’
•I feel like Even loves hugging Isak from behind. Like Isak will be standing with his friends waiting for Even to finish class or something and Even will just walk up behind him and wrap his arms around Isak from behind, tucking his chin into Isak’s neck and whispering 'halla’ into his ear and Isak will just tilt his head up and kiss Even gently with a smile on his face
• and that brings me to halla. Like we saw in the clip where Even is playing fifa with Linn and they say 'halla’ to each other but then Linn leaves and they say 'halla’ again. Idk I just feel like 'halla’ is almost kinda like a “sacred” word to them
•sharing clothes omg they’re one of those couples that by now just don’t even know if the specific article of clothing was originally Isaks or Evens that’s how much they share clothes. Like we know Isak has taken clothes from Eskild (i.e. that one jesus shirt) and so I can just see Even walking around the flat in a shirt and Eskild being all like lol wasn’t that mine? And Evens just like eh idk I found it in Isaks closet so. And the Boy Squad will give them so much shit for it, like they’ll be all like hey Isak wasn’t Even wearing that last Friday and Isak’ll just shrug like probably
•the heart emoji thing too, like they always end their messages with that. They’ll be planning dinner with the family or something and just like at the end one of them will say they have to go and the other will send a red heart and then the other will send it back and that’s how they end their conversation.


I could probably go on omg there’s just so many things I love about them.

Stupid

So uh. Yeah. This is a thing. That I wrote. AND YEAH IT TOOK ME A COUPLE HOURS TO FINISH WHICH PISSED MYSELF OFF CAUSE EVERYTHING ELSE IS A STRUGGLE AND THIS??? LITERALLY CAME SO EASY TO ME??? What. What. WHAT. Ugh. Anyway. Yeah, so I EMBARRASSED MYSELF WRITING THIS SO WARNING. Something hella embarrassing happens in this and if you feel any form of social awkwardness from movies and/or books, just… Just be prepared man. On the plus side, THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE MAN. (But the ending kinda sucks so sorry not sorry, I TRIED OKAY.) 

Tags: @allaboutdatcalum (bc she requested this… In a way. ^-^ I AM GRATEFUL, THIS TURNED OUT FAB, hopefully), @fuckyeahbulletclub (bc she is my boo boo af AND I LOVE HER AND I HOPE SHE LOVES THIS we were talking about it all day today bc I WAS SO EXCITED FOR IT) and lastly tagging @hardcorewwetrash (bc Seth is the love of her life and??? She’s my bae??) 

Warnings: NSFW, lots of cursing, insults, masturbation, sexy times,  uh. Yeah. That’s. That’s it. My warnings. BUT YEAH SO YEAH. And it’s also pretty fluffy fluff Sethie poo cause. Come on. He’s a toughie but. He’s a real sweetie pie, like come on. COME ON.

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You stormed past the gorilla, huffing angrily. Screw Stephanie and her stupid ‘surprises’. You could already hear his angry steps following behind you, as if this had actually been your fault. “What the fuck was that bullshit?” He didn’t care who was around to hear. Of course he didn’t. With his stupid ego being inflated to the size of freakin’ jupiter, who could stop him? You subtly put your middle finger up in the air, feeling the annoyance drip from him without even having to turn your head.

To say you and Seth didn’t get along was an understatement. You slammed the door open to Stephanie’s office, anger radiating off your every bone. You kindly slammed your hands down onto her desk, glaring at the smirk that had risen up on her lips.

“What the fu-” The door slammed open yet again, revealing the “man.” Yeah, more like the hairball you pull out of a shower clog. He pointed his stupid finger at me, taking the words right out of my mouth. “She made me look like a bitch out there.” You scoffed loudly, rolling you eyes.

I didn’t do anything. It wasn’t my fault you were distracted.” Stephanie had us both assigned for a surprise tag team match. While you had known about it all week, you didn’t know it was with shower rat. Long story short, we had started arguing in the ring, and while his back was turned, well.. He got pinned, bringing us a loss. “Besides. You always look like a bitch. I did you a favor, now you actually have an excuse for getting your ass handed to you.” You huffed out, forcing yourself to sit in one of the chairs placed in front of the desk.

“Oh fuck you, you conceited little princess.” You could feel his eyes glaring holes into the back of your head. You whipped your head around, hating the way the nickname fell off his lips, flipping him off yet again.

“Fuck you, you’re the one who can’t get his head out of his own damn ass!” You screeched back, without even rising from your sitting position. He stormed his way over to you, waggling that gloved finger in my face. Before he was able to comment, you interrupted him. “You know, you look like an even bigger ass wearing those stupid gloves all the time.” You turned in your chair, the back of your head facing him.

Sit down,” Ice came from Stephanie’s lips. If anyone was tired of our bickering, it was her. You felt a slight pressure on my head, before watching Rollins sit in the seat besides me. You stared, mouth agape.

“He just flicked me!” You spoke, glaring at Seth yet again, to which his response was sticking his tongue out at me. What was he, 4? On the plus side, your middle finger was getting a lot of action time today.


“Oh, shut up, I barely touched you, ya big baby.” He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest, before leaning back in the chair. You opened your mouth to speak yet again, but stopped at hearing Stephanie clear her throat. It was honestly like a mother scolding her children.

“The audience loves you,” she spoke, rearranging some papers that were scattered on her desk. “They seem to think there’s some sort of underlying sexual tension with the two of you. They want to see more, and that’s what I plan on giving them.” She held back a chuckle, both of our jaws dropping open. You pointed a finger at your chest, finally working up the nerves to actually speak.

“Like I ever would! I have a type, and it’s definitely not the ungroomed poodle of a man sitting next to me.” His eyes flew towards you.

“What the fuck does that even mean?” You watched as Stephanie placed her head between hands, her fingers rubbing circles into her temple. You stood from your seat, moving to leave as Seth continued to lean back. As you moved for the door, you pulled back on Seth’s chair, causing him to collapse. The corners of your lips lifted as you held back a laugh. You ran out the door, giggling at the sound of your name being yelled followed by many curse words.

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Sexual tension? With that freak? You sat at the hotel bar, eyeballing the way Seth interacted with the other wrestlers on the roster. Your thoughts were interrupted by a gentle tap to your shoulder and a flurry of purple hair. You smiled up at your friend, moving your chair towards the one she now sat in. Her words blurred together as your thoughts swam with the possibility of Seth freakin’ Rollins. You closed your eyes, shaking your head a bit, before focusing attention back on what Sasha was saying to you.

“I’m sorry, what?” She finished beforehand, looking at you for a form of response, to which you could not give. She sighed dramatically, chuckling a bit before speaking again.

I said, a few of us are going up to Seth’s room to play some games. Now, I know the two of you don’t get along so great, but do you wanna come with?” You scoffed a bit before smiling back at her. You knew this hadn’t been Rollins idea and the only reason he would even allow it was because it was Sasha. You quickly shook your head, looking back down at the little bit of alcohol still left in your cup before chugging it down. You placed your hand on the one she had stretched out on the table, smiling sweetly at her.

“Thank you, but no. I’m still dead from earlier.” After your tag team match with ‘The Man,’ you had another match with the one and only Nia Jax. While you came out unharmed, really it wasn’t all that rough of a match for you, you could still get away with using it as an excuse. You had just barely been able to hold her for a pin, winning the match, but she still got some punches in on you. She nodded, a smile bubbling up to her lips, as she stood from the bar.

“Well, if you change your mind, he’s in room number 604. Just, if you do, please no fighting.” You laughed lightly, waving your hand. You were most likely not even going to go. You eyes flickered over to the area where the other’s had been standing, making eye contact with a certain someone. His eyes lingered on yours for a few, breathtaking seconds before looking away. Your heart stopped, your thoughts of him becoming more and more intimate by the second. You rubbed your thighs together, feeling your arousal grow. You handed the bartender a 20, smiling back at him, your eyes yet again falling on Seth, who’s eyes had been trailing after you.

You sighed a bit, grabbing your purse and walking off towards the elevator. This couldn’t be happening. Nope, it wasn’t. You refused to be attracted to that over-confident, egotistical, sexy, mouth-watering, no, no stop it. You held back a moan as you could almost feel his chest pressing against yours, that thick, hairy chest. And those lips, god, sucking on your clit, his beard rubbing against your thighs. You let out a light whimper as the elevator doors finally opened, stepping in, and pressing repeatedly on the ‘close door’ button. You were so close. So close.

A hand found itself between the doors, pushing them open. Oh god. Oh god, please no, not right now. Your eyes met with his once again, as he muttered a quick sorry before stepping in. The elevator ride up was painfully quiet. You looked over, catching a glimpse of Seth licking his lips slightly, and god, that tongue. Your eyes immediately shot forward, focusing on the number lighting up one by one. Why did you have to be on the 5th floor, why? You begun to tap your foot impatiently, feeling his attention switch to you. Your eyes burned holes in the switchboard, your features showing joy as finally, finally the number 5 lit up.

As to not make a scene, you walked quickly off the elevator, mumbling a small ‘excuse me,’ as you passed through. You refused to turn around even when you heard him speak.

“S-see you later,” he stuttered out, starting off proudly and fading into a whisper. “Shit.” He cursed at himself softly, the doors closing behind you. You dug the small hotel key quickly from your pocket, hands shaking as you tried to get the stupid thing to fit in the goddamn slit.

The second you got the door opened, you threw your phone onto the bed, throwing down the rest of your things, and hitching the dress you had been wearing up your thighs. The panties, that had now been soaked through, had been tossed to the side as you made yourself comfortable on your bed. You grabbed for your phone, looking through your contacts and finding Seth’s. You opened a new message, typing a very detailed paragraph of the want, the need you had for him at the moment.

You scoffed as you finished, deleting the entirety of the message. Like he would actually feel the same. Your phone fell to your side on the bed. Biting your lip, you moved your fingers down to your dripping core. You maneuvered a bit, allowing yourself to release a moan when your fingers delved in.

“Shit,” you cursed out, curling your fingers whilst moving them in and around. “Please, Seth,” You whimpered out his name, another moan leaping past your lips. You could already feel the bubble forming, the thoughts you had been having earlier already assisting with your orgasm. You felt your pussy clench around your own fingers as you found yourself thrusting rougher, trying to imagine them being replaced with Seth’s much larger ones. You let out a moan louder than the ones before, Seth’s name becoming like a chant on your lips as the bubble finally burst. You whimpered lightly as your fingers slowed, relishing in your orgasm. You removed your fingers, standing up to wash the leftover juices off your hand.

You quickly changed into the small silk nightgown you had brought with you, still feeling the sex appeal from earlier. Why not be sexy for your damn self, especially after being able to pleasure yourself. Your eyes flickered to your phone, the screen lighten up. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you grabbed it.

7 minutes and 32 seconds into a call. With Seth. Freakin’. Rollins. Oh god. No, no no. You fumbled with your phone, cursing into the air as you hit the end call button. “No, no, no, no, no,” you muttered, looking for that goddamn pair of sweats, scrambling to throw them on your bare legs. You grabbed your key card, ripping the door open. You slammed repeatedly on the elevator button, cursing the slow thing.  Faster, faster, faster COME ON. The room number Sasha had told you earlier became a chant in your head, flying out as soon as the elevator doors opened on floor 6. The second you had found the room number, your panicked knocks started, a sigh of relief passing your lips as Xavier opened the door.

“Huh? I thought you weren’t com-” You pushed past him walking over to where Seth, Sasha, Roman and the rest of the New Day sat, panic struck on your face. He was fiddling with his phone. About to click the voicemail you had just left him. He turned staring at you, lifting his phone up to show you.

I accidentally just left you a voice message that you weren’t supposed to hear, please delete it,” you spoke rushed. He raised an eyebrow, looking down at the phone with a smirk. “No, don’t listen to it, wait!” You tackled him, grabbing for the phone. With your combined effort, not only was the message now playing, but it was also on speaker phone. The sound of your moans filled the hotel room. Silence. You could hear a pin drop. You buried your face in your hands.

Just as you thought it couldn’t get any worse. It did. You heard Seth’s name be uttered through the phone. Why wasn’t he stopping the stupid message, why, why did it have to be him. As the moaning finally died down, the message becoming a blur of your footsteps, you lifted your head. Everyone was avoiding eye contact with you. A quick, “holy shit,” was tossed your way courtesy of Xavier Woods himself. “You’re telling me,” Big E. You sniffled a bit, immediately turning around and running out the door. You avoided the elevator, deciding on taking the stairs back down to your room.

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A few minutes felt like hours. The second you had entered your room, you collapsed to your bed, the tears you had been holding in now falling down your cheeks. This had easily been the worst night of your entire existence. You sniffled at the sound of the quiet knocking, mumbling a quiet ‘go away,’ into your pillow. The knocking became louder. You lifted yourself from your pillow, another ‘go away,’ only this time louder. You stood up angrily when the knocking continued, ripping open the door. “I said go awa-” you froze. You had expected it to be Sasha or Xavier or both. Standing in front of you was the man of the hour, Mr. Seth Rollins himself. You quickly wiped at your cheeks. “W-what do you want?” You mumbled.

“I have been waiting for this for so long now.” A smile bubbled onto his lips. His eyebrows furrowed together, looking at your tear stained cheeks. “Y-you’re crying.” Back to stuttering again. You glared angrily at him, not even caring about the tears cascading down your face anymore.

“Come to gloat? You win, you finally made me, the girl you hate so much, cry. And you didn’t even have to lift a stupid finger.” He looked stunned, his face souring, as he tried to stutter together some form of excuse. She moved to slam the door on him, his hand quickly catching it, following her into the room. “Why are you following me, get ou-” His lips fell against yours, causing your entire body to freeze. The tears in your eyes stopped, the remainder still running down your cheeks.

“Just listen to me,” he spoke, using the padding of his thumb to gently rub at your cheeks. He chuckled softly at your frozen expression. “You’re stubborn as all hell. You piss me off at least a thousand times per day. You challenge me constantly, you never stop to listen to what anyone else has to say, and lastly-”

“I really don’t need to be insulted right now, you insufferable as-” you stopped talking again, pouting when he sent you a glare.

“Lastly, you’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life,” Your heart felt like it would explode. Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. Your eyes went wide, as his fingers continued to rub on your face, one hand cupping your cheek. You felt yourself lean into his touch.

“I don’t know when it happened. I don’t even know how it happened. But I am in love with you. I’m in love with your stubborn streak, your insults, the way your eyebrows furrow when you can’t think of a comeback, your fucking… Sailor mouth,” he moved to place a gentle kiss onto your stunned lips, stopping at hovering over them. His words became a whisper on your lips. “Just say the word, and I’m yours.” You nodded a bit, pushing your lips onto his in a small, loving kiss. His forehead rested against yours gentle as you pulled away, basking in the glow of the smile that had now lit up your face.

You wrapped your arms around his neck lovingly, pulling him back in for another kiss before he had the chance to run that stupid mouth of his again. This kiss burned more passionately than the one before, a moan slipping past your lips as his hands found your ass, massaging it in his hands. He placed a small smack to one of the cheeks, signaling you to jump. You did as told, wrapping your legs around his waist. He moved over to the bed, pulling your sweatpants off the moment he had laid you down. You made quick work of pulling off the nightie you had been wearing, as Seth worked on pulling off his shirt, leaving him in his loose grey sweat pants. You bit down on your lip, trying your hardest not to moan at just the sight of him. He, however, did not exhibit the same control, groaning deeply at the sight of your naked body in front of him.

“Look at you,” his eyes darkened over, tugging off his own sweatpants. Your eyes widened at the size of him, god, you could see why he had such a huge ego. “Just, fuck,” he mumbled out, his body hovering over yours, his eyes burning into yours. “Look at you.” His lips found yours, meshing together like they were made for each other, like you were made for each other. You let out a light moan as his hands began to drift down your body, lightly tracing over every inch of skin.

“Seth,” you whimpered out, his eyes shooting to yours. He let out a small groan at the sound of his name falling past your lips. “Please,” You were begging. Shit. He had actually gotten you to beg. For him. His fingers found your core easily, rubbing small circles against your swollen clit.

“Y’gotta tell me what you want princess,” he mumbled, staring down at the way your body shook, for him, All for him. Another moan passed your lips, as you felt his member pressing against your thigh.

“Your tongue, please, Seth, ple- shit!” You hissed as his tongue made contact with your folds, bucking into his mouth. You were still sensitive from your earlier lone session, and the way his beard was rubbing against your thighs as he ate you out was orgasmic. Your fingers tangled in his curly mane, pressing his face closer to your core. He tongue removed itself as his lips suckled around your clit, one of his fingers, his thick, manly fingers slipping into you. Without warning, you found yourself in a state of blissful orgasm, one hand being used to hold your hips down, while the other continued curling inside of you.

The second you had come down from your high, his fingers were removed, his mouth finding yours in a heated kiss. You moaned against his lips as you tasted yourself on his lips. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, placing small, loving kisses and nibbles to it. He held your hips tightly, painfully so, as he slipped his cock into your heat. You let out a small whimper of his name as he groaned yours out.

“Fuck,” he groaned out, completely sheathing himself inside. He stopped his movements the second he was completely buried inside.

His eyes watched your face with a hint of worry. “need you to tell me you’re okay,” he whispered, worrying that he had hurt you. You nodded quickly, moving your hips against his. A deep groan filled your ears. “ ‘m not gonna last long,” you placed your lips against his in a sloppy kiss as his thrusts became rougher, deeper. There was no way you were going to last much longer, your pussy already being overly sensitive. A knot began to form again, your breath being taken away with each thrust.

You leaned your head down a bit, taking in the sight of his cock disappearing into your pussy with each thrust. The sight itself pulled you closer to the edge. You whispered Seth’s name, his attention being drawn back to you. He threw you a small smile, your heart beating out of your chest.

“Gotta cum for me baby,” he grunted back at you, placing a quick, sloppy kiss to your lips. “Gotta feel this beautiful pussy come around me.” Light bites were now being placed on the outside of your neck. A rough bite was placed below your chin, which brought you to the edge. With a loud almost scream like moan, you felt the knot loosen. Your orgasm brought forth Seth’s, his hips stuttering and your walls clenched around him. When the both of your pleasure had died down, his body fell to your side, his arms immediately taking you in and pulling you close.

You ran your fingers over his cheek, brushing back some of the hair that had fallen in his face. His nose brushed against yours gently as he leaned in to gently kiss your lips. Before it could get anymore heated however, you heard someone clearing their throat. You looked over, letting out a screech before pulling the sheets to cover yourself.

“U-uh, so, I’m glad you’re not killing each other,” Sasha had her hands covering over Roman’s, while Roman had used his own hands to cover Sasha’s eyes. “Gotta admit, I did not expect this, but, whatever floats your boat brotha.” Seth grunted back at Roman, looking down at your now red face. You mouthed a quick ‘I’m sorry’ his way.

“This isn’t just because of the voicemail, right?” Sasha asked, irritation in her voice. “ ‘Course it isn’t, didn’t ya know. Dude loves her.” Roman replied before either of you could get a word in. The two of them began to conversate, Sasha throwing in a ‘what?! Since when,’ and Roman explaining the time Seth came up to him asking for advice, before going with the exact opposite of what he told Seth to do.

“Guys!” Seth spoke up, his arms tightening around your waist. “Can you give us a second?” Both members of the newly joined party nodded, their steps shifting back towards the door before slamming it closed behind him. You groaned, leaning into Seth’s chest, moving as he chuckled.

“I’m never going to live this stupid message down, am I?” You rest your head, listening to his heart beat, your fingers tracing gentle shapes into it.

“You know me so well,” You looked up, seeing his infamous smirk sprawled across his stupid face. You gently hit his chest, a giggle leaving your lips as he faked being injured.

“You ass,” you complained. Your phone dinged next to you, lighting the screen up with ‘The Boss.’ I’m gonna room with Ro for the night. Text me in the morning. You owe me breakfast!!! You smiled up at Seth, placing a loving kiss to his chest, before telling him he was allowed to stay. He took your face gently in his hands, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I love you,” his voice was deep, filled with a sense of pride. You smiled gently, kissing the palm of his hand.

“I love you too,” You basked in the moment, silence overtaking the room as his hands traced circles around your waist.

“Hey babe,” you threw a quick ‘hmm,’ his way, your eyes still watching the way his chest rose and fell with each breath he took. “How can I make a voicemail my ringtone?” You glared up at him, before taking the pillow next to you and smacking his face with it. The sound of your laughter filled the room and he grabbed your wrists yet again, pulling you underneath his form. He playfully nipped and kissed at your cheeks and lips, the laughter dying down a bit.

“You’re stupid,” you managed to sneak out before his hands went to tickling your sides lovingly. He was egotistical, huge-headed, had a bit of a temper problem, he pissed you off more than a few times daily, yet he was quite possibly the sweetest most tender person in the world. What more could a girl want?

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Okay I know we all love this scene already, but aaah. I just have to pin point the moments I love.

- How plainly obvious it is that Tina is so taken with him! Like when Newt starts saying “Well it’s been…” and he doesn’t even finish before she eagerly adds “Hasn’t it?” and she’s all big smiles and 100% different from when Newt first met her!
- Newt’s reaction to her quick response! He just looks at her kinda surprised? And he doesn’t even say anything more to it. As if he’s not quite sure how he had such an effect on her?
- The way Tina’s voice breaks. She is SO full blown emotional She just really don’t want him to go and it breaks my heart.
- Newt is still not quite keeping eye contact for long.
- “I can’t think of anybody I’d rather have investigating me” *grimace* Instant classic, awkwardly hitting on Tina without intenting to.
- “Quiet life for me now” okay so this just reminds me of Bilbo Baggins at the end of the first Hobbit movie saying he believes the worst is over now. Because HA HA there’s four more f*cking movies coming Newt and you live and breathe trouble whether you intend to or not!
- “And I’ll look out for it! Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them” and Newt looks her dead in the eye!! She just hit the jackpot right there!
- “Does Leta Lestrange like to read?” and he bloody hell says who! Who? The very woman they talked about days earlier. The same woman that has him hurting. That’s a huge thing for him to have a memory slip there. He’s found his giver! Not to mention Tina’s voice breaks when she brings her up.
- “People change” and Tina’s breathless “Yes.” 
- Newt being distracted by the ship soon to be leaving and Tina just struggling to keep her tears back. It just… ugh my heart.
- And don’t tell me Newt brushing a strand of her hair back isn’t better than a kiss in this moment? YES I ship them and YES I can’t wait for their relationship to start, but I HATE movies that forces love. This is so much more effective and fitting for these two. A slow start, but no less romantic and absolutely sweet. If there’s one thing this movie is it’s sweet and I think everyone needed a movie like this right now. Which included a slow burn relationship..
- Newt is not good at goodbyes. He leaves quite abruptly twice and you know it’s because it’s difficult for him to let her go. He just have to do it quick. It’s why he stops a last time before entering the ship, but can’t afford to look back. 
- He struggles to look at her when he’s in doubt of whether she wants him to come back. If she truly wants him. Only when she does show interest does he meet her eyes again. Like when she says the title of his future book because she gets him and now when she very much wants him back in her life.
- HER SMILE. It’s so beaming and sunshiny and nothing hurts while everything hurts at the same time
- He’s still not quite able to understand how he earned her affections. Like when he first looks at her he really looks at her as if he’s trying to figure it out.
- And he’s off and it’s all bittersweet because it hurts seeing him go, but she’ll see him again and she makes that little happy hop because she’s in love.

Okay that got a lot longer than intended, but you should really study this scene because Eddie and Katherine are just amazing with their acting. Their expressions and small details. Wow. Just focus on Tina in one go, then Newt the next. They are just brilliant. For someone who’s not much of a shipper in general it’s a big effing deal for him how deep I am in this Newtina ship <3

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Physically, UF Sans and Papyrus are about the same as their counterparts (Gaster’s drastically different looks are an anomaly), but while the ‘Fell’ timeline might not have changed their outward appearance much, it’s definitely affected them in other ways. Papyrus serves as Royal Warden while Sans the custodian spends his time mopping floors and trying to keep his brother’s hope up.

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Save The First Dance For Me

Who knew Kurt would find someone to slow-dance with so soon - and at his dad’s wedding no less? Klaine alternate meeting that sets off right after “Just The Way You Are”.

Had this in my drafts ever since the Klaine Valentine’s Challenge for “Just the Way You Are” but I never really finished it - I just couldn’t have that so I kinda polished it today. I’m not all that satisfied with it but it’s been sitting here unfinished for soooo long that I’m just gonna publish it now, hoping you’ll enjoy it anyway. :)

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Kurt has never been serenaded like this before but as embarrassed as he was in the beginning, he can’t help but smile brightly at his brother by the time the song comes to a close, and Finn looks right at him when he sings the last, “When I see your face…

He’s long gotten over his crush on his step brother (living together hadn’t been the appeal he thought it would have, and he refuses to crush on boys who keep their dirty socks lying around everywhere, anyway) but it feels great getting over the issues they’ve had with one another, too.

The girls take over with an upbeat dance song now, and Kurt grins at Mercedes when she throws him a wink. He looks around briefly, watching his dad and Carole retreat to their seats with linked hands, Finn trailing behind them, and even though more and more people are coming up to dance now, Kurt figures he should probably leave the dance floor - it’s not like he’s going to awkwardly dance all by himself.

Still smiling like an idiot, Kurt turns around to go back to join his family at the table, and almost crashes into someone who seems to have stood just behind him.

“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry,” the guy says when Kurt lets out a little yelp, and holds out a hand to steady Kurt by the arm. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

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