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Actually, it’s my sort-of dream to eventually be the old lady in the neighborhood that’s like the crazy old lady, like crazy old Martha, and just have, like, messy white hair and, like, ratty clothes, and I just drive around all day dead-eyeing teenagers. It’s, like… it’s my dream. I can’t wait to be there for that.

anonymous asked:

Can I ask what your warden/hawke/inquisitor look like in game? <3

I sadly didn’t take any picture of my Warden! But she looked nothing like my drawings. I tend to get a little frustrated with game character creators because I rarely can do everything I want with them

I wanted Elaheh to have a flat nose (because I REALLY love elves’ nose in DA2) and her hair is pretty specifc too (the right side of her head is shaved too). I would have needed to create my own mod so it would fit what I had in mind but I don’t know how to do that so…

As for Hawke, no problem! I went for default male Hawke (I totally fell in love with him the moment I saw DA2 trailer where he fights against the Arishok)

The only issue I had with him was his body but you can only change his face in character creator mode

It made me laugh to make him that way because mages are always pretty thin so there were a lot of jokes about him not looking like one. AT ALL. He was always mistook for a warrior or nobody would realize he was Garrett Hawke because they only heard about him and MAGES AREN’T BUILD LIKE BRICK SHITHOUSES?

So yeah my Hawke is default male Hawke + fat + muscle + some more inches (I’m talking about his height here)

As for my Inquisitor, ALLELUJAH! I have a LOT of pictures of her because she was super cute and lovely to look at!

I don’t have much to say about Oshalia since I’m satisfied with the result. Cheers, girl!

anonymous asked:

Hi! I just found out about your blogs and I totally fell in LOVE! Can I get a hc with RFA+Saeran's reaction to sick and weak MC? I haven't been feeling well this week so that's why I'm requesting this. Please and thank you!

Hope you feel better~ Here’s your headcanons:)


Zen:

  • He noticed you’ve been sneezing a lot
  • More than when he was in the same room as a cat
  • So he came behind you and felt your forehead
  • You were definitely sick
  • You push him away a lot because you don’t want him to get sick
  • He has rehearsals after all
  • He insists he still wants to take care of you, although he takes precautions and wears a mask
  • He brings everything to you so you don’t have to get up
  • Although, he has a lot of strange remedies as to what cures sickness
  • “Drink this! This is how I get over a cold in a few hours.”
  • All of them taste horrible, and Zen realizes he just recovers quickly
  • It has nothing to do with the mixture vinegar and orange juice he tried to give you
  • He tries to sing to you to relax you, but….
  • “Zen, your voice is lovely, but it’s really not helping this headache.”

Yoosung:

  • You had slept in late and you had a bad fever
  • You said you’d take care of it, but he insisted that he take care of you
  • He says he’s got everything under control
  • But as soon as he leaves the room, he’s freaking out
  • He has no idea what medicine to give you, other than pain killers
  • Calls his mom and asks a bunch of questions about OTC meds and recipes that help your sickness
  • Puts in a movie for you while he’s doing errands
  • He also gives you a teddy bear to cuddle while he’s running around
  • Suffocates you in blankets
  • When you push them off, he scolds you and puts them right back on until the fever breaks
  • The only one you don’t push off is his “Lucky LOLOL” blanket
  • Maybe because it smells like him
  • The soup he makes is so good though

Jaehee:

  • She’s good at the practical stuff
  • She makes sure you have a doctor’s appointment
  • She picks up your prescription
  • She knows exactly what medicines to give you and when
  • But she’s clueless as to what might make you feel better
  • She’ll try putting on some DVD’s for you, but you still look so miserable
  • Maybe some cough drops to soothe your cough, but what flavor you like
  • So, she overcompensates a lot
  • Ice pops of different flavors, so much tea, and lots of movies, books, and pillows
  • She apologizes and says she feels like she’s doing a horrible job
  • But you assure her you feel so cared for and feeling so much better

Jumin:

  • Your room becomes a mini hospital
  • He makes sure everything is super sanitary and nothing irritates you further
  • Is sad when you have to keep Elizabeth away as part of that, but it’s a sacrifice 
  • Gets the best doctors to get you the best medicines
  • He wears a mask, because he can’t really get sick
  • Actually, he’s slightly paranoid about it
  • He holds your hand and stays by your side
  • But uses hand sanitizer every few minutes just to be sure
  • Thanks, Jumin
  • He reads to you from that storybook on the shelf
  • He even does different voices and gives excessive commentary
  • But it makes you laugh
  • He has a family recipe for some soup that he makes himself
  • You’re adding it to your list of favorite foods, next to his pancakes
  • You recover pretty quickly because of it

Seven:

  • The RFA was worried that Seven might be the worst care-taker because he lived on his own for so long
  • But he often took care of Saeran who was almost always sick as a kid
  • He knew exactly what to do
  • He got super serious when he realized you had a fever
  • He can’t cook well…so no homemade soup, but canned soup is fine
  • Gives you the right meds and keeps track of it so you don’t have to think about it
  • Actually keeps things clean so you don’t get worse from bacteria, etc.
  • Sends you memes through texts at random points of the day to make you laugh 
  • Nights are always the roughest with a fever, so he stays at your side
  • Makes sure you have those cold packs that are refreshed every few hours
  • Ends up falling asleep on the bedside
  • He really doesn’t know how to stay away from, so you swap places the next week when he gets sick

Saeran:

  • He gets sick a lot
  • So, he understands
  • It’s also why he’s wearing a mask, gloves, and a robe whenever he enters the room
  • He brings you a bag full of medicines to help
  • He makes sure you have everything before leaving you alone to rest
  • He’ll come in and check on you every few hours, but other than he’s in another room
  • You walk out into the living room once and he starts freaking out
  • He’s fumbling for his gloves and mask and distancing himself
  • “I love you, but I don’t love your germs. Please stay away.”
  • You laugh because you know he means well
  • He will constantly text you though
  • “Saeran, why text me when we’re in the same house?”
  • “Why get sick when I can stay healthy in the living room?”
  • He’s more eager for you to get better than you are 

Check out our other headcanons~ Masterlist

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Hi Taylor! I am not sure if you recognize me but I would like to tell you something about me. I’m Kamila, I’m 24 and I live in Poland. I’ve been your fan for almost 10 years now so we can say that we were growing up together. In 2008 I borrowed an USB stick from my friend and I found your first album on it. I didn’t know who you were so I decided to listen to all songs. I was really capticated by your voice and melodies. I was curious who was that girl and what was she singing about. I started to look for the information about you online. Few months later Love Story came out, then whole Fearless album and that’s when I totally fell in love with your music. I started to learn English more intensely because I wanted to understand you. Your music has been my company during my whole life. You were here for me when I had troubles with my friends, when I fell in love for the first time, when I was heartbroken, when I was trying to find my old self and when I was trying to find happiness. Sometimes you were the only person I could ‘talk to’. Advices hidden in your songs and interviews have been everything to me and probably I am here thanks to them. My life has been crazy for last 5 years, I fell in love, I thought he is the one, then it came out that I’m not the one, he left and I wished he could come back. Then 1989 came out, you followed me on tumblr and your likes became something what made me feel better and motivated me to push forward. During 1989 era I saw you live for the first time. I travelled to Manchester and when I finally was in the same room as you I was the happiest cause one of my biggest dreams came true. Then one day he came back and gave me hope that we could be happy again. For the last two years I was living inside the bubble full of red emotions. Your albums helped me to understand that love shouldn’t be like that and they gave me the power to finish the most toxic relationship I’ve ever had. He lelft forever, but you stayed. I can’t fully express my feelings but I am really thankful for everything you do for me and for other fans. Thanks to you I found out what I want to do in life, (I graduated in August 2017, I got my degree and I’ll become an English translator soon). Thanks to you I got to meet the most amazing people and a lot of them became my friends for worse and for better. You still remind me that my happiness is important, my mistakes don’t define me and your Clean Speeches motivate me to reaching my goals and dreams, and to being brave and fighting for myself. Once I wrote this post on Tumblr: Someday Taylor Swift will hug you really tight and all your broken pieces will come back together. I know there’s a lot of deserving people, but you’ve taught me to dream impossible dreams, so I hope that one day I’ll be able to hug you and thank you in person for having such a big impact on my life. I love you so much, never forget that.
Kam, ultimate Red album stan (those songs helped me the most you have no idea).

I Slapped Your Ass in Greeting

John Laurens x Reader, ft. Alexander Hamilton

Modern AU

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1984

Warnings: Mild swearing, social anxiety, butt slapping mentions of alcohol, and violence

Request: (Anon) :I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting AU please!

A/N: At first I didn’t think I’d be able to do this one, but I totally fell in love with it and it all game together. I love this one so much. As for the anon, that brought up our faults in our schedules, I’m really sorry. We are really going to try and stick to the schedule this week, unlike last week which was awful. Enjoy!


“Excuse me, excuse me.” you whispered as you tried to navigate the crowd. Your friends had abandoned you and you were left in a terrifying crowd of punks. You were sure that they were all nice once you got to know them, but they were intimidating from the outside, and you could barely speak because you were choked up with fear.

You shifted with the long line to the concert. You popped in your earbuds and tried to calm down and listen to some music. You texted your friends, begging for them to come back or at least take you home.

They were your ride, and as of now, you would have to find a way home. You frowned when you glanced down at your battery. It was already below 50%. You envisioned yourself in the worst possible scenario, getting thrown into the mosh pit, suffocating from beer, smoke, body heat, and of course social anxiety.

At the thought of this, you turned up the music a little louder, trying to drown out your thoughts. It was getting dark and the concert was about to begin. You had no idea what you were going to do. You considered hiding and crying in a restroom for majority of the concert and hope your phone had enough battery to call someone to pick you up.

“Hey, sexy!” you felt a swift slap across your butt.

Your face instantly turned red. Every part of your body turned red hot. Anxiety coursing through your veins.  Your heart pounded in your chest. Your stomach dropped.

“Ohmygod!” you turned around to see a man, completely red staring at his hand and back at you. “Ohmygod. I am so sorry. I thought you were-I-I.”

You stared at disbelief at the man. He was short and had curly dark hair, that poofed under his red baseball cap. The cap was torn and frayed on the edges with a bit of sweat around the bill. His freckles were like stars compared to his red tomato face.

“I am so so so so sorry! I thought you were my friend and I-”

“Your girlfriend?” you blurted out.

“What? No. My boy-I mean my best friend. Alex. Alexander Hamilton? He’s about yeah high,” he waved the air just below his neck, “full of angst, anger, long dark hair but smooth. Kinda like mine but straight.”

You laughed.

“What? Excuse me?”

You blushed. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” you looked down and tried to avoid his eyes.

“What’s so funny?” he asked in a joking tone.

“Nothing, it’s just… you started out saying boyfriend, then you said he was straight and you said you have curly hair-which I mean you do, it’s beautiful-but then it was like the implied joke that you know you aren’t straight and ohmygod I’ll shut up. I’m sorry.” you were rambling and your words jumbled into one, long, run on sentence.

You expected him to yell or defend himself.

He replied with a grin and laughed. He extended his hand. “I’m John. John Laurens. You can call me, J, J La, Laurens, Johnny, Jonathan, frankly you can call me whatever you like.” he chuckled. You took his hand and shook it tentatively.

“I think I’ll just stick with John…J La.” you laughed.

He smirked. “So forgive me, let’s forget about my friend for one moment. But, you seem like a fish out of water here.”

You laughed and nodded. You and John walking to keep up with the moving line. “Yeah, I came with some friends but they ditched me. Also, they were my ride. So, I’m kind of just stuck here. This night has been pretty awful so far.”

“Well, that’s nothing a few beers, dancing, and good music can’t fix.” he smiled.

“Shouldn’t you find your friend, Alex, or something?”

“Nah, he’s fine. Probably lecturing some poor old punk about classic rock and such. He actually kind of likes heavy metal, but I dragged him here with me.” John pointed to his shirt, pointing at the Aerosmith logo. “I love classic rock. But yeah, he’s probably fine. You wouldn’t mind sticking with me would you? I just..I just don’t want you to get lost or overwhelmed because your friends were such assholes-oh,” John blushed, “sorry, that wasn’t my place.”

You shake your head. “You weren’t wrong.” you sighed. “But, I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer, considering that I well have no one else except me, myself and I.”

John smirked back at you. “You wouldn’t mind if I held your hand then?” he blushed. “Ya, know…so that we don’t get separated or anything…”

“No, not at all.” you threw your hand into his. A warm feeling washed over your body. It wasn’t anxiety anymore. You couldn’t explain it.

You and John continued to talk, he talked a lot of about Alex, and then asked about you. You let him pull you a few rows behind the mosh pit. You started to scream at each other, because the band was doing soundchecks and the crowd was chanting and cheering.

“So, you work at a pizzeria?” you asked.

“Yeah, I actually own it. Just on a college campus not far from here. Originally, I was just an apprentice at the old place, but the old man moved and gave it to me. She’s my little baby. Kind of like Alex.” he laughed. “I swear we aren’t a thing. He’s just my odd wing-man/best friend.”

“Suuuure.” you laughed.

“New York City!!!” one of the frontman singers screamed into the microphone. His hair was long overgrown and thinning fast with old age. He must have been touring for at least half a decade now and was closer to a hundred. The man who was a classic rock legend of his era, was almost a century. But he still had the sound pipes of an angsty thirty year old.

You and John quickly got pushed into the mosh pit.

“John!” you screamed as you lost his hand in yours.

You found yourself in the middle of screaming, sweating, violent, and drunk psycho fans. One elbowed you in the face telling you to ‘shove it’ along with many non-family friendly words. You winced at the throbbing in your nose. You were slowly pushed into the depths of the pit, around everyone’s stomping feet. Someone stepped on your hand.

“John!” you screamed.

You heard a distant shout at the bottom of the feet. Every time you tried to stand up, you got pushed under like trying to resurface the ocean with a wave crashing over your head. Except, instead of white rimmed waves, cigarette ashes and beer fell over your head.

The next moment was filmed with absolute sailor profanity. A fight broke out around you. More so than before. And in the middle of it was a short, freckled-faced, curly haired man. You watched, with tears running down your face, blood running from your nose, as John took a broad looking guy, covered in tattoos.

John hit him with an uppercut punch, and finalized it with a punch to the gut. Anyone who stepped in his pathway ended up with a broken nose and intense bruises. You watched the anguish on his face, sweat dripping down his temples, cap being pushed around. When everything was too loud and panicking to bear, your vision went black.

Strong arms hooked themselves beneath your arms, secured you and pulled you back. The arms dropped from yours, to under your back and legs.

When you could see again, the lights and blaring of the concert was a haze.

“You’re okay!” John cried.

Another man, equally short squatted over you. His hair was dark and slicked into a messy bun, with a scrappy beard.

“Here, take this.” the nameless man said, placing a cold ice pack to your face. John ran to grab a paper towel and helped stop the nosebleed.

“John.” you cried softly, shaking your head. Your tears turned to laughter. “You are dead. You are going to get your ass kicked. You messed with some pretty scary dudes.” you laughed.

The nameless man grinned and slugged John in the arm. He said, “I’m Alex, by the way.”

You and John burst out laughing. You reached for his hand, struggling to calm the tremors in your body. He reached back for yours and met your eyes with a soft smile. He had a few scratches and bruises on his face. A single tear fell. He wrapped an arm around you and held you tight.

“I’m so glad that you are okay.” he cried. He shook his head and sniffed.

“Awww, you’re like a little baby, with snot running down your face.” Alex laughed at John.

John laughed and tried to ignore him. “You know, if you aren’t too traumatized, we could go back to the concert-” he paused when he saw the look of discomfort in your eyes, “-or I was thinking more sensibly, we could go eat an old diner or grab a drink and dance there with no possible chance of a Lion King stampede.” he joked, in a light manner.

Alex shook his head at him. “Too soon man.”

“It’s fine.” you laughed.

“No! I’m taking about Mufasa! It’ll never be okay! He tried to save his son, and he died!” Alex sobbed.

You cocked your head at John, a sly smile on your face. “Is he okay? Is he joking?”

John shrugged. “No one knows.”

John stood up and helped you up. He pulled you into him, an arm around you, the other hand in yours. “Shall we go get a drink then?” he smiled.

“Yeah! Five tequila shots, on John!” Alex snatched the car keys from John’s pocket and started running towards the parking lot.

“I was thinking more like just the two of us.” John laughed.

Alex stopped and looked at John, awful concerned. “Don’t you think that’s quite rude?” he gestured to you.

“I meant (Y/N) and I.” John frowned.

“Well, you need a third wheel for stability right? Buy me five shots and I’ll hang out by the jukebox. You guys won’t even notice me.”

John laughed and looked to you. You shrugged. “I call shotgun!” John shouted. He let go of you and make a quick jump forward.

“No!” Alex screamed. “I don’t want to drive!” Alex booked it to the parking lot.

“Why’d you do that?” you asked. John hadn’t took off running.

“So that I could do this.”

John yanked you forward and kissed you. He had a sharp intense grip on you and kissed you fiercely. Until he softened and melted into the kiss. His grasp softened to nothing and his hand slipped to your hair. To your chin. He brushed his hands down slowly and gently. John’s lips hurt a little bit against yours because of the bruises, but you kissed him back.

“Guys!” Alex came running back, out of breath. “What is taking you so long-oh, GROUP HUG!”

Before you and John could break apart, Alex threw his arms around the both of you.

“Why does he do this?” you laughed, uncomfortably, pressed up against John.

“To ruin the moment.” John laughed. “But, that’s nothing a swift punch can’t fix.” John broke from you, just a moment, to clock Alex in the shoulder, enough to stagger him but not to hurt him. John grabbed you and again and kissed you.

“I like this.” you said in between a kiss.

“I like this too.” John smiled. “I like you more.”

Time slipped by in John’s arms. Your head throbbed with an enormous headache, but it turned to a dull ache when you kissed John. You both ignored Alex’s protests as you kissed more intensely than before. The kiss was filled you with everything and simultaneously nothing.

Because, nothing seemed to matter in John’s arms.

2

I had been self medicating for more than half my life. And as the band grew, so did the introduction of more drugs and more alcohol. Each time I thought I had hit rock bottom I really hadn’t seen the worst yet. When the band broke up, my using had intensified and I fell into total darkness. In the true form of an addict, I disconnected from everyone I knew and pushed away every one I loved. At that point in my life, I was not only lost but in complete self-destruction mode. In February, I was told I should never have woken up.

3

I spent all day watching Kuro Musicals and it’s the best thing I’ve ever watched in my life. Jesus, I guess, I totally fell in love with Uehara Takuya. His acting is just gorgeous, just breathtaking! I mean… how brilliantly he played Grell. These self-confident movements, this naughty smirk, this ultra graceful walk and this badass behaviour. Oooh maaaai… I just love musical!Grell more than the anime/manga one. This Grell is extremely sexy… (❤ω❤)

Kuroshitsuji Musical 3 | Lycoris that Blazes the Earth (2014)

steggyisimmortal  asked:

Headcanons about Steggy and winter ;)

  • They have snow battles. Not snowball fights, snow battles. They draw up battle plans and have contingencies and strategies and stockpiles. And they’re fiercely competitive, to the point that other people are hesitant to join them. Also, the trash talk gets weirdly personal (like who’s a worse cook or a messier housemate)
  • They keep their apartment at a balmy 76 degrees the whole winter. It hurts Steve to the very depth of his penny-pincher soul, but Peggy would rather pay an exorbitant heating bill than watch Steve shiver and suffer from nightmares for four months
  • Peggy buys Steve lots of new sweaters. She claims that she just wants to make sure he’s always warm, but she really likes to wear them around the house–it feels like he’s always wrapped around her, especially when he’s out on a mission. Besides, Steve loves it when Peggy wears his sweaters. Like, a lot.
  • Winter doesn’t have very pleasant associations for either of them (between the frigid winters during the war and Steve’s time in the ice) so they purpose to make better memories together. They take long walks on brisk evenings, cupping hot tea in their hands. They go ice skating and try to knock each other off balance. They take trips to tropical islands in the dead of winter. They cuddle together in front of the fireplace whenever they get the chance.

[sleepover saturday sunday]

Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 4

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: @imissmystery “Heyyyy I totally fell in love with “Nobody Needs To Know” and I was wondering if you maybe could do a part 4 to it with the prompt “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!” but like Archie or one of the girls say that to Jughead referring to how he rejected the reader??? Sorry if I’m being annoying haha I just cried so much reading this story I need to have a new chapter…”

Prompts:
#76 “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”
#4 "You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!“

Warnings: I think there’s more than once swear this time

A/N: the penultimate part of NNtK. Also the last part is a bit wordy, I apologize, but the last part will have all of the resolution!

My requests are always open!

Tag List: @captainsuperfangirl, @kitschkylo, @imperfectanatomy, @latenightbooknerd, @keepcalmandflywithtoothless, @markedbymymistakes, @1amluke, @piecestothepuzzles, @lostinpercyseyes, @littleecuppycake95, @esteettinenebola, @betty-coopers-number-one-stan, @emma-clmb


You didn’t come home until late last night. You knew obsessively checking your phone would do nothing to help your fragile emotions, and Pop’s wasn’t exactly an option. Instead, you walked around town until the wee hours of the night, never stopping for too long in any one place, which means that Sunday is a beautiful day of rest for your weary legs.

And still, Jughead hasn’t called. The rest of the group has texted you, and someone must have filled Kevin in because your correspondence with him thus far has been texts about how stupid Jug is being and about the level of mediocrity he reaches while you are far out of his league, anyway.

You’re not inclined to agree, but the sentiment is the same.

Once 11 am rolls around, you schlep yourself into the kitchen for a bagel and orange juice. It’s no breakfast burger at Pop’s, but it’ll do.

By the time you’ve finished, you decide to just talk to Jug first. Make the first move, and maybe he’ll come around.


“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”

Jughead slams his locker closed Monday morning as he finally acknowledges you. “And you know me not answering means I probably can’t talk, right?” He shoots back, but there is a playfulness you can see in his eyes. This is good, you can work with this.

“Walk me to class?”

As the two of you head down the hallway, you ease into a comfortable silence. But silence is all you’ve had this weekend, and you’re not about to let it continue.

“Listen, Jug. I miss you. You’re my best friend. Please, can we just do this again?” You gesture between you and Jughead, indicating the natural way it felt to be walking with each other. “I don’t see why, if I can put aside my feelings, we can’t just continue on as if nothing went wrong.”

You see his face drop a bit as you say that, and you hope you haven’t said the wrong thing again. But before you can express that concern, he perks up slightly. 

“That would be… Good, I think. We can pick up from where we left off?”

And, although it still hurt to know he didn’t feel the same, you agree.


Everyone meets at Pop’s after school, the usual routine, but you see the confusion on Betty, Kevin, and Archie’s face as they walk in to see Jughead at the booth. You hadn’t yet had the time to tell them your conversation with Jug.

“Hey, guys,” you greet as they get to the booth. Archie slides in next to Jug and Betty and Kevin fall in next to you. Avoiding the obvious and trying to not bring any more awkwardness, you ask, “Where’s Veronica?”

“She’ll be in right after us,” Betty answers, smiling tentatively at Jughead to acknowledge him before turning back to you. “She said she was going to check in with her mom befo-”

The door to Pop’s swings open and V walks in, smiling softly at the group until her eyes fall onto Jug. She speeds up her walk to the booth, stalking over angrily.

She moves her arm past Archie to grab at the soft collar of Jughead’s shirt. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Archie, alarmed, pushes her back a bit and she lets go of Jug. Also angry now, but more indignant than raging, Jughead jumps over the back of the booth the confront her. “Whoa, V, what was that for?”

You get up, hoping to explain that everything was fine, but Jughead pushes you slightly to the side as Veronica gets a hard look in her eye, her jaw setting in a hard line. “Don’t push her to the side, you’ve done that enough! You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did! She deserves better than someone who breaks his best friend’s heart and then shuts her out just because he’s a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings!”

You look between your friends, more confused than ever about her strong reaction and the sudden bashful look on your beanied best friend. “V, what are you going on about? Jug and I talked, it’s okay. Everything is back to normal.”

The three still seated have also stood up by now, painting a very unusual picture as the group stands around the booth without actually sitting in it.

Betty softly grabs at Veronica’s arm, looking at the other staring patrons of Pop’s. “C’mon, V, we’re making a commotion. Let’s just get out of here, go somewhere more private, and all of us can have a conversation.” Betty pointedly looks at your face, crumpled in concentration as you try to understand the situation. Ronnie softens, placing her own hand onto Betty’s and giving you an apologetic look.

“Fine,” she concedes, sighing. “We’ll go to my house. My mom said she’s on her way here to start her shift, anyway.”

The others agree, and although you are still utterly lost you allow Kevin to escort you out of the diner behind B and V, Jughead and Archie trailing behind.


The walk to Ronnie’s house had been awkward to say the least, with you trying to alleviate the tension.

Once inside of the house and settled in the living room, you are about ready to burst with curiosity. However, no one seems inclined to start the conversation, with all of you sat in a circle waiting for the first word from anyone.

You take it upon yourself once again. “So, would anyone like to explain exactly what went on at Pop’s?” You ask innocently.

Jughead sighs. “Well, yesterday, I get a call from Veronica. I thought that it was about the two of us, and so I didn’t answer. Next thing I know, Veronica is outside of my house screaming bloody murder and-”

“Oh, as if you didn’t deserve it,” Veronica interjects from where she sits leaning against Betty, arms crossed. “And don’t pretend that’s the start of the story.” She turns towards you now, arms uncrossing in favor of playing with the hem of her sleeve. “After we all split on Saturday morning, Betty and I took a shower and about an hour after Jughead called us. Not the other way around. We answered, wanting to know how he felt about the big blow-out.”

“Yeah,” Betty chimes in. “We didn’t blame him exactly, not after the conversation we had with you that night. We knew it would have been hard for him to hurt you that way, too, and we all know you can’t force feelings.”

“And we figured he could use a friend. Not as much as you needed us, but still. So when he asked us to come over, Betty and I went to his house. Then he started talking to us about how he felt really bad, and that he just wanted to know if you were okay but that he didn’t want to ask you himself because he didn’t want to mess with your emotions.” Veronica glares at Jughead with the last statement, and you wait for her to continue but she doesn’t.

“Okay, but I still don’t see the problem here?”

Archie reluctantly cuts in, sitting up slightly as he cracked his back. “Well, then I get a call from Veronica as she leaves, telling me that I needed to talk to Jughead because he was acting suspicious. So I headed over after practice, hoping it wouldn’t take to long because, uh, well honestly I feel like I shouldn’t be in the middle of a lonely Jug feeling feelings for the first time.”

“Meanwhile,” Kevin interjects, “I get a surprise visit from B and V and they explain what had gone down the day before. Geez, I go to the next town over once and I miss your declaration of love!” You give shoot an apologetic look to Jughead, but he shakes his head. “So then I text you, but don’t get a reply until the next morning.”

“Wait, what happened at Jug’s house though?” you inquire. This tale gets more confusing, and V’s rage still makes absolutely no sense.

Archie continues. “I go over to Jug and, well, he tells me how he’s feeling and then I tell V because honestly it’s pretty messed up to hurt you like that?”

“Actually, you only told her when we said that she hadn’t answered Kevin’s texts yet,” Betty reminds him.

“And once she knew, she went ballistic, tried calling him first to no answer and so she goes and bangs on his door,” Kevin picks up the story seamlessly. “And that’s what he was referring to by her ‘screaming bloody murder’,” he finishes off with finger quotes.

Jughead, finally annoyed at being talked over, goes back to the story he started. “Yeah, so she’s yelling for all of holy hell to hear and comes in telling me I have no right to talk to you after what I did, which made no difference because we already weren’t talking.” He looks into your eyes, and you hate the little flutter you still feel there despite it being unreciprocated. “But it turns out that Archie,” he throws a glare the red-head’s way, “has no code of honor whatsoever and told her everything I confessed the previous night.”

You start to put it together. All of the phrases they’d been using, ‘everything I confessed’, ‘tells me how he’s feeling’, ‘a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings’.

You look at Jughead, and although you can hear Veronica once again getting angry on your behalf, you can’t distinguish between the words. Your focus is Jug.

“You like me,” you whisper, and you see him still. The others stop their conversation.

“Oh,” Kevin says, “I thought we mentioned that part. Had we not gotten there yet?”

Everyone is silent once more. “Y-You like me, Jughead.” It’s not a question. It’s not even a statement. It’s an accusation, and everyone knows it.

Cousin’s bfffffffff (Nick Robinson imagine)

Prompt: You meet your best friend’s cousin, Nick and you two fall in love.
Requested?: Nope, my idea.
Warning: There is mentioned sex, but not with details + my baaaaad english! 
A/N: I totally fell in love with Nick! I knew him for some years now and I saw a lots of movies with him, but the crush started a few days ago, so I think it’s time for some imagines with him! Enjoy. ♥
Also, requests are still open, so if you have some ideas, don’t worry to message me. 

We shall just start with the part how you two actually met. It was a boring day, like any other days and routines in your life. Well, you were with your friend, Jesicca, just hanging with each other and telling stories from your lives to the one another. 
“Well, I just met my cousin. He’s super annoying, super ass and super, super, super dork.” She said and looked at you. 

“What’s his name?” You looked at your blonde best friend and she just shruggled her shoulders. “Nick.” She replied and you nodded. “Okay.” 

When you two came to her house, Nick and his parents were still there and let’s just say that the first impression between you and him wasn’t the best one. 

Well, she were just in shock and you started to laugh hardly. “This is your cousin? Pretty nice one. Hey, sweetie, didn’t you forgot something?” You smirked and gave him a wave. 

“Jesicca!” He looked at your best friend. “You didn’t tell me you’ll bring a girl. Plus, not a bad looking girl, honestly.” 
“Ugh, save it, Nick, she’s out of your league.” 

× × ×

Things went pretty easy. Seeing Nick everyday was kinda annoying, as your friend said. But one part of you liked him and loved to laugh with him. 
One time, you came to Jesicca’s house, but she wasn’t there. Only Nick and his cereals.. well, as always. 

You sat there, in silence, both of you looking at your iPhones, kinda ignoring each other. Then, you chuckled at one of those jokes on facebook pages and he looked at you. “What’s funny?” 
“Nah, nothing.” 
“I wanna know.” He frowned. 
“K, it’s this.” You shoved him your phone but instead of hillarious joke, there was your favorite actor, shirtless. And yeah, Nick frowned again. 
“Oh, that’s not, what I-” You were immediately stopped by his lips on yours. 

“What the hell,  Robinson?!” 

“Whoops.” He bit his lips and smiled at you. 
“Whoops?!” 
“Sorry not sorry?” He tried and you sighed. 
“Is this a game for you?” 
“And for you? Showing a shittless guy to boy which has a crush on you?” 
“Awe, that was kinda cliche, but still aww.” You smiled and kissed him again.

× × ×

You and Nick were together for three years. Still, there were some wars, fights, hurting, but still, you were together and you kinda loved each other. In the way that when he had to film a movie, he send you videos or photos everyday, everytime. 

And the way you stole each others food, when you were camping…

And the way he shared your both’s first time with his friends.. (Well, you were pretty mad at him that he told about your first experiences to his friends, but you told to Jesicca, so…)

And also, this was your first time, so yeah… no orgasm, a lot of pain. So he went for advice to only one person which knew you too good. Jesicca.

Or how much he loved your cooking. He always said you’re the best one in cooking. Even better than his mother.

Oh, speaking about parents. He was pretty nervous when he was supposted to met yours. But things went pretty well.

And should I even talk about the fluffy way he acted when you were mad at him?

*GIFS ARE NOT MINE! ALL CREDITS TO THE OWNERS!

Quick sketch of Unknown
I loved this boy from the very beggining
Well, actually not cuz I didn’t knew who Unknown was but after a few Comic Dubs in YT I totally fell for him, protec and feed him ice cream

castielofthelord12  asked:

Hii! I found your little fanarts from a reblog and I totally fell in love with them, the way you sketch the face expressions and the cuteness of the characters just kills me. I specially love the way you draw Todoroki's face, he just looks so cute and innocent. (I secretly have a crush on him but shhhh)

wahoo!!! thank you so much!! I’m glad my todoroki is getting praised because I never know how to draw him!