and this time she means business

Life update

Okay so- Before going to bed at 4 am,I just want to mention some stuff.

First, I’m sorry for being inactive lately. I don’t tend to be like this on summer,but a lot of things happened on these last 2 months,for better or worse ^w^ either way,these things have kept me kinda busy.

Now,regarding the present and the future: Flor is currently staying at my house for a few days. I can’t just ignore her for hours just to do the things that I would do if she wasn’t here. That means I have less time to spend on my computer,which is where I would like to check my messages and respond to them there rather than doing an ugly reblog with my cellphone ^^;;

Later,in a week or so, I’m going to take some vacations for a few days with my family, which means that when that times comes around, you won’t see me around as often as you should be able to.

And even later, I will start school again,which is kinda… :’D aaaahhhh… either way, that would mean going to bed early, which makes me cringe xD and also less time to spend on drawing and being on streams ;v; (I can still do traditional art in class but I don’t really like how those drawings turn out bsndnakbfks).

Anyway, I just thought that I should let you all know this :3 so I hope that you can forgive this smol bean ;w; thanks for reading if you did ^^ love yall~ ❤

You know I’m pretty sure Marinette spends FAR more one-on-one time with Chat Noir than any other specific guy she knows, even if most of said time is spent kicking various akuma in the face, and I am just picturing her sloooowly and subconsciously starting to expect all boys to be cats. Like. Dudes are cats. That’s just how it is. That is a totally normal way to interact with boys, obviously?? 

“Girl, what the hell,” Alya says as Marinette distractedly gives Nathaniel headscritches after he comes over to attempt to talk to her while she’s concentrating on a design. Nathaniel is too busy internally screaming to say anything himself. What is this, what is this about, what does this MEAN????

Somewhere Adrien Agreste spends an entire photoshoot seething with pure feline envy and has no idea why.

Oh you thought I’d forgotten about this artist collab series thing? Naah I’ve been busy drawing other horses for con prep. But it looks like @silfoearts, aka @royalsketchbook, is helping me get back to the swootie this time and god bless

I actually learned a lot from just working with silfoe’s sketch, holy cow she knows how to draw legs that *aren’t* marshmallow. Unbelievable. I mean look at that sweetie’s legs! I always edit collab sketches to try to mix a bit of our styles, but I couldn’t touch those things, they’re perfect! And get this, she can draw ponies with *eyebrows*. I can’t do that I don’t have that kind of technology. Anyways safe to say I really loved working with her sketch not only because I can now… steal… a few style things, but also because it was cute as hell. Wanted to tie in with her blog stuff so the idea was that Sweetie is being babysat by Twi/Luna while Rarity runs around doing canterlot things. I think they’d make for pretty good parents, it’s almost as if a wedding is coming up on royalsketchbook or something.

Anyways, thanks again Silfoe! As for all y’all, enjoy some pretend princess sweetie with not pretend princess princesses

I don’t have enough energy or motivation to actually sit and flesh this story out, but its been stuck in my head for ages and like… just imagine Kara deciding to shed her identity as Kara Danvers in order to focus on being Supergirl (because of an accident, or she was too busy with personal life to make it in time to save someone, etc), and Lena Luthor investigates because “what the hell is with all these inconsistencies on her death? first an allergy, then a car crash, and now she’s been lost at sea? wtf is going on??”

But srsly, just imagine:

  • “What do you mean you want to kill yourself?” Alex asks, face twisted in bewilderment. “Jesus!” she exclaims, burying her face in her hands. “They don’t make Prozac strong enough for Kryptonian metabolisms!” And it takes awhile, but Kara is eventually able to calm her down (and has to steal her phone mid-way to keep her from calling their mom on her) and explain that she doesn’t actually want to kill herself, just the Kara Danvers side of her so that she can be Supergirl full time.
  • It takes a long time to convince Alex of her plan, and even longer to get J’onn’s approval, but a week later Kara Danvers no longer exists and Supergirl has full reign of crime-fighting in National City.
  • A few days later, Lena Luthor is browsing through the daily paper and is struck dumb by one of the names in the obituaries. “Kara Danvers, 25, cause of death: peanut allergy.” It suddenly makes sense why she hasn’t heard from the bubbly reporter in well over a week, but she’s also extremely confused because she swears she’s seen Kara devour a super-sized bag of trail mix and then ask for a PB&J to wash it all down.
  • (Ofc, Alex is positively pissed. “A peanut allergy?” she cries, throwing the paper down atop her sister’s new desk at the DEO. “What?” Kara asks, innocently. “Statistically, peanut allergies are the highest-…” “SAVE IT.”)
  • Lena rushes over to CatCo, demanding to speak with Kara’s former boss because it can’t possibly be true. Kara can’t really be dead. When she finally confronts the balding Carr, all he offers is a shrug and, “I dunno, I heard she fell off a cliff or something.” And Lena is just, “.. or something?? How does one fall off a cliff or something!?
  • She forces her way into James’s office, interrupting a meeting with one of his editors, but a single glare is all it takes to clear the room. “I’m sorry,” James apologizes, avoiding eye contact. “She went to visit her family in Midvale, and was hit by a drunk driver.”
  • Now Lena is confused, angry, and a little bit hurt. All she’s getting is the run-around, nothing adds up, and all she wants to know is if her friend is alive. She returns to her office, cancels all her meetings and work for the day, and drowns her sorrow in a bottle of scotch or two.
  • Later that night, she’s sprawled across the couch, nursing a headache and a full pitcher of water when she spots Supergirl fly by. Suddenly, she’s up and out the door of her balcony, because surely, if anyone were to know what had happened to Kara, it would be Supergirl! They were close, apparently, so why not?
  • Kara, who is leisurely patrolling the neighborhood, screeches to a halt mid-flight as a black stiletto flies past her. She turns just in time to watch as a half-drunk Lena Luthor stumbles, stripping off her second shoe before flinging it once more in her direction.
  • Baffled by the flying footwear, she gently goads Lena back into her office, nodding patiently along as the Luthor babbles so quickly, not even she can keep up. Eventually, she’s able to piece enough of it together, and her face goes red with shame. She knew she’d forgotten something!
  • Lena watches as Supergirl turns bashful, nothing like the strong, confident woman she’d come to admire. She isn’t sure if its the alcohol, but something feels strangely familiar with the way she fidgets, and though her vision has doubled, it’s like seeing Kara Danvers and Supergirl standing side-by-side.
  • Then it hits her, and Lena wants to cry. She interrupts Supergirl, who is in the middle of a tragic tale about Kara drowning at sea, and asks her to close her eyes. Kara, as expected, is confused, but chalks it up to the strange request of a drunk woman and obliges. Lena grabs her reading glasses off the desk and slips them onto Supergirl, and the resemblance is so uncanny, her suspicions can’t be anything but true.
  • The next thing Kara knows, she’s being smacked across the head with a flower vase. And then a book. And really, anything else a furious Lena Luthor can get her hands on. It doesn’t hurt. She hardly feels it. But the tears brimming in Lena’s eyes… well, those are downright painful, and she lets the woman vent her frustrations as she yells, and scolds, and screams about how she thought she’d lost the only person she cared for in National City - perhaps in all the world.
  • Eventually, she stops being angry, and all she can do is fling herself into Kara’s arms and squeeze her with all the strength she has. Kara holds her, letting her cry, apologizing profusely between her every hiccup and sob.
  • “I wanted to tell you,” she promises, “Really, I did. You’re one of my best friends, and I care about you too much to put that burden on you. Not when you’re already a big enough target for your name, and I just.. I’m just not strong enough…” “To protect me?” “No, to lose you..” And Lena half-sobs, half-laughs, “And you think I am?” “Lena,s you’re the strongest person I know.”
  • Then Kara explains how she wanted to devote her full time to being Supergirl because the world needs her more, and Lena tells her, “you can’t save everyone, and you need to live a balanced life. that means Kara Danvers AND Supergirl, together.” Because Kara is totally whipped, she lets Lena convince her to rethink her decision, and makes up a story for Kara Danvers to come back.
  • Ofc, she can’t go back to CatCo though, because that’d be really weird with everyone thinking she was dead (they had a memorial!). Lena takes her on at L-Corp as a PR agent, where she can keep a better eye on her and make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid like this ever again
I love her and she’s like my daughter — she really is like my daughter,” Bishop says of Lauren Graham. “But Lauren, at the time when we were doing this particular project, she was busy writing books, Miss Very Smart Lauren Graham. I mean, this is one of the smartest people I’ve ever met and I just adore her. She was…sitting there with her laptop writing another book, so I didn’t really have her to talk to. Alexis is pretty quiet and shy and doesn’t talk anyway, so I was just kind of standing around swinging my arms, not knowing what to do. So yeah, I was lonely without him, I’d say.
—  Kelly Bishop talking about shooting the revival without Ed Herrmann on set 
The Wrong Tickets

Summary: Your friend buys plane tickets for the two of you, but she accidentally makes you sit apart from each other. That means you have to sit next to a stranger

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3,820 words

Warning: Swearing, Fluff 

Originally posted by seabasschino

“Damn it!” Your best friend swears, her eyes wide as she inspects the plane tickets. You whip your head across to look at her. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, worried that something had gone horribly out of plan. 

“Our seats aren’t together!” She wails, showing them to you.

She’s right. They are several rows apart. At least they’re business class. The two of you splurged to have a good time back to New York. 

“Did you book correctly?“ 

She bites her lip. “I’m not sure. I can’t remember. All I remember is that I bought Business." 

You sigh but give her a wan smile.

"It’s alright. Let’s just hope I’m next to someone good.” You say, slinging an arm around her shoulders and squeezing tight.

“Sorry Y/N. Didn’t mean to.” She apologises. 

“Well, look on the bright side!” You say cheerfully. She looks at you strangely, her expression saying ‘I fucked up, is there any bright side to this?‘ 

“What if I get a really cute guy next to me?” You grin, nudging her. She rolls her eyes. 

“You wish.” But she’s smiling now. 

“I’m gonna get something to eat, you want to come?” You tell your friend, standing up from the reasonably comfortable chair.

She shakes her head.

“I’m fine, not hungry. You go ahead." 

You nod and head in the direction of the nearest vending machine, as there aren’t any cafes or restaurants near your gate. A man is standing in front of it, so you’re going to have to wait a little. As you approach, he turns his head in your direction and it takes all your willpower and strength to not let your jaw drop. 

Because he is hotter than hell.

Beautiful, clear blue-grey eyes, soft pink lips, a defined jawline and those amazing cheekbones… He’s quite tall, with a strong, muscular build that still manages to look gentle. He’s wearing a tight white  t-shirt that he shouldn’t be allowed to wear because it makes him look so good. He’s also wearing a black leather jacket over the t-shirt and dark jeans ripped at the knees along with laced up boots. His hair is a dark brown, a bit long and wavy, styled in a way that makes it look effortlessly beautiful. You’ve felt that you’ve seen him before somewhere, and he looks extremely familiar, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

"Hi.” You say tentatively, moving to stand behind him.

“Hey.” He replies, his eyes bright. Then his brow furrows in a way that makes you want to crumble.

“Can’t think of what to get.” He murmurs, gesturing to the rows of snacks.

“There is a large array.” You agree, hoping what you said didn’t sound stupid.

“I want to go for the Mars Pods, but I’m trying to restrict myself.” He says, pouting a little.

You dare to nudge him a little, saying, “Treat yourself. A person with a face like yours deserves it.” It slips out of your mouth before you can stop yourself and your cheeks tinge a bright shade of red. You’re about to apologise when he laughs, a warm and pure thing. It might be the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever heard. He doesn’t seem particularly concerned at your comment and smiles at you. 

“You’re cute. And I’m going to take your advice.” He turns to key in the code for the sweets and you’re glad he isn’t looking at you, because you’re about to melt in embarrassment. The vending machine rattles and the man reaches into the slot to pull out the packet. 

“Thanks for the help, doll.” He grins, patting you on the back before walking away. 

You stare at his back (god his shoulders were so broad) before trying to refocus.

“Y/N, it’s just a guy, it’s just a guy…a really hot one.” You repeat to yourself in your mind. You attempt to stop blushing and turn your attention to the vending machine. Your mind is barely on the snacks and you just buy a packet of plain chips before hastily returning to the gate.

“Y/N, are you alright? You’re really red.” Your friend said in concern.

“I’m fine.” You reassure her, waving her off. You really aren’t. 

“We are now boarding flight WS3255 from London to New York.” The voice says through the speakers.

“Let’s go.” You say, grabbing your friend’s wrist and pulling her up. 

She stumbles a little bit before regaining her balance and grabbing her backpack. 

You get in line to board the plane, and it seems an agonisingly long time until your ticket is analysed and you’re allowed to go through. 

Your friend gives you a rueful smile as you are greeted by the air stewardess. She hugs you and walks further down the aisle, looking around before finding her seat. You check your own ticket and step into the row, finding that you have a window seat. You’re glad, because you’ve always liked looking at the sky once you’ve lifted off the ground. You situate your backpack underneath the seat, bring out your phone and headphones and arrange the cushion and blanket to sit comfortable around you. Once you’re settled in, you’re praying for good movies on the plane. You took a different airline from New York to London, and they didn’t have many choices. Except for The Martian. That was good. At least this time you’re surrounded by luxury. 

The touch screen is so damn hard to work with, but you finally make your way to the ‘Action’ genre of the movies. You slump down in your seat with relief when you see that they have all the movies you love, such as the Captain America trilogy, almost all of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Force Awakens, even the Harry Potter series. Your fingers hover over the many options, before deciding to choose 'Captain America: The Winter Soldier.' 

“Hey there, stranger." 

You jump at the unexpected voice and turn to see the man at the vending machine standing in the aisle. He’s got his hands on his hips and it’s sort of killing you, because he’s so hot. 

"Hi.” You say, already feeling your cheeks burn.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me for the flight.” He grins, putting his bag in the overhead locker.

Oh god, he’s next to you for the entire 9 hour flight?! This is either the best or worst thing to ever happen to you, you couldn’t decide.

“Don’t think that’s a bad thing.” You finally manage to say, as he sits in the seat next to you. 

“That’s good.” He smiles, and dear lord, that smile, it’ll be the damn death of you. And there’s still that niggling feeling that you know him from somewhere, but you just can’t get it! It feels like one little reminder would let a dam break open in your memories, and let you know who that man is. 

He leans over and looks at your screen.

“You like Marvel?” He asks, putting his seatbelt on.

You nod. “Definitely.” You finally press on the image of the movie poster and the description pops up. You know the story back to front, so you don’t really bother reading it. 

“Do you?” You ask him after a moment. Not particularly out of breaking the silence, because the hustle and bustle of the passengers are creating the mood, but more out of curiosity. You’d be friends with anyone who liked Marvel.

He smirks a little. 

“I have a place in my heart for it.” He says, so damn breezily for a slightly sentimental sentence. 

“That heartfelt?” You say, plugging your headphones into the device.

“Yeah, I’m an emotional person.” The man replies, reclining the seat a little. You realise that on this flight, you can actually sleep well because of the full reclining seats of Business Class. So you can embarrass yourself in front of the hot guy next to you for only half the flight, instead of the whole flight. 

Suddenly the man beside you gives a disgruntled sound and turns to you. 

“I haven’t even introduced myself, and we’re sitting next to each other for 9 hours!” The man exclaims, pressing his palms onto his knees. 

“Well, I’m Y/N.” You say, holding out a hand, which is probably completely unnecessary seeing as you’ve talked quite a bit already. Well, he talks and you fumble. 

“I’m Sebastian.” He says, taking your hand in his. It’s warm and the skin is smooth. Wait…Sebastian. Where have you heard that name before? You’ve heard it somewhere, definitely…reminds you of something. That feeling that you think you’ve seen him, know who he is, arises once again in your mind, but…you just can’t connect it. You’ve heard of the name, and you’ve seen that face, but you don’t know where. It’s so frustrating, and you’re about to ask him for his last name, see if it helps you figure out where you’ve seen him and who he is, when a PA comes blaring out of the speakers. You sigh, when all the familiar safety regulations are said, and you sort of tune yourself out because they’ve been permanently implanted and drilled into your brain since a young age. 

You feel an elbow in your side and someone saying, “Are you listening? They just called you up.” You choke on air in shock, and turn to Sebastian, eyes wide. “They called me up?! What for?!” You exclaim, worried that they somehow found out about the exclusive Prism perfume from London that you were not sure whether to declare or not. Sebastian starts laughing, really loudly, leaning forward and his eyes closed as the other Business class passengers shoot him dirty looks. You then realise that he was kidding with you, given the volume and length of his laughing, and you shove him lightly on his side.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, wiping his eyes and his mouth still crinkled into a smile. 

“You aren’t sorry at all.” You sigh, sitting back into your chair with a thump. 

“No not really.” He shrugs. 

The plane takes off and you start the movie. It’s probably your favourite one, considering all the amazing action and the plot line too. You notice that Sebastian is half watching your screen and half playing a game on his phone. You don’t know what it is. 

“You want to watch?” You ask, pointing to the extra headphone adapter.

He nods, and plugs his own headphones in. He then lays his head on your shoulder and you press play again. You shiver a little, because he’s so warm, and his hair is sort of tickling your neck but you couldn’t care less, because he’s so cute. You then turn your attention back to the screen, and your eyes stay there, glued, because you’re fucking in love with the movie.

It’s that causeway/highway scene, where the Winter Soldier is fighting Steve, and it’s probably the best Marvel hand to hand combat sequence that’s ever existed. 

Steve flips the Winter Soldier over his head and the mask comes off. When the Soldier turns, you get that flickering sense of recognition again. 

Sebastian points to the screen lazily and says something that you can’t hear because you’re wearing headphones and the movie’s still running. You pause it and take off your headphones. 

“Pardon?” You ask.

He nods and points to the screen again. 

“That’s me.” He says, a smirk painted on his face.

You pause and then…

Fucking hell.

How could you have missed it?! You are practically obsessed with Marvel, yet you couldn’t even tell who the actor was, and he was right in front of you! You feel like an idiot for not realising it, and you had to be reminded by Sebastian Stan himself. All those clues should’ve made sense, but your brain was obviously preoccupied with something else. Even worse, you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of such a famous person. 

You groan and put your head in your hands, repeating, “I can’t believe I missed that, I’m so fucking stupid.”

Sebastian rubs soothing circles over your back, and you relax into the actor’s touch.

“It’s alright.” He says, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. 

“I made a fool out of myself.” You mumble, your voice muffled behind your fingers.

“I thought it was cute.” He replies. A pause. “You’re pretty cute.” He adds.

You blush brighter than you have in the past few hours, and look up at him.

“But I should’ve known!” You protest.

“I mean, I wear a mask for half the movie.” He shrugs, gesturing to the screen.


"Y/N, it’s fine. Really. I’ll forgive you as long as you don’t fangirl over me too much.” He interrupts, a sparkle in his eye.

“I’ll try.” You sigh, still extremely ashamed. 

He ruffles your hair gently and you almost feel like dying because he’s so kind.

“Let’s continue the movie, shall we?”

You nod and click the play button, and sit back. He rests his head against your shoulder again, and it’s beginning to feel a little more intimate than before. 

“Sebastian?” You ask quietly, once you’ve finished the movie.

“Yeah?” He replies.

“Aren’t you meant to be filming Infinity War?" 

He smiles a little. 

"I am, but I have a break in filming. Going back to New York for a little, and then back to set. That’s why my hair’s long.” He explains, flicking through the assortment of movies on the screen.


You and Sebastian exchange talk about your background, Sebastian’s life as an actor, and just things in general. You’re really glad that you have him to keep you company for the flight, because he’s not only humorous, sweet and absolutely gorgeous, he’s also down to earth. It’s easy to relax in his presence, and you don’t make yourself out as a complete idiot and star struck person. He also lets you braid his hair. 

Sebastian insists on watching Civil War next, and you love the movie, so you go along with it. He explains that although he doesn’t like watching his own movies a lot, he hasn’t seen Civil War many times. And it’s his favourite out of all his movies. 

When Steve and Sharon kiss, you grimace, and Sebastian pauses the movie.

"You don’t like that?” He grins.

You shake your head.

“It’s just…wrong. Steve is kissing his dead ex-girlfriend’s niece. What’s up with that?” You frown.

“I’m not sure. I didn’t agree with it, to be honest.” He says.

You raise an eyebrow. “Then who do you think Steve should’ve been with?”

He flushes a little. “Probably Bucky. He needs a boyfriend. The phrase; 'til the end of the line, sort of sounds like a wedding vow to me. I’ve played one or two gay characters, so I can recognise one when I see it." 

You give a delighted laugh, surprised at Sebastian’s interest in Bucky being gay.

"After all, this guy,” Sebastian points to himself, “Doesn’t have much of a love life, so my characters should have it instead.” He gives a sigh. “Girlfriend broke up with me two months ago.”

Oh god, oh god. He doesn’t have a girlfriend anymore? You stop yourself from cheering but you know that Sebastian would not be likely to consider you as a love interest at all.

“Im sorry to hear that you broke up but, no love life? You of all people?” You ask, hoping it isn’t too insensitive.

“Just can’t find the right person. All my previous girlfriends have been fine but…they’ve been a little high up for my taste.” Sebastian says, gesturing vaguely.

“High up?" 

"Well…you get my drift. Fame, and such. Except…” he trails off.

“Except for…?” You prompt.

“Except for you. I really like you Y/N, and I was wondering if we could have a go at this? Even though it’s only been a few hours. I trust my instincts.” Sebastian says, and if you’re not mistaken, there’s a touch of hope in his voice.

What. The. Fuck. He’s asking you, to be his girlfriend? Sebastian Stan, the most beautiful actor in the world, wants you to be his girlfriend?! How you made an impression, you have no idea. You pinch yourself instinctively, hard, and you don’t wake up from a dream. 

“What? Really?!” You manage to say, your eyes wide and cheeks a flushed pink.

“I meant exactly what I said. You live in my hometown, so that will work. Don’t over analyse the situation, as I know you are, just…” He says, his eyes not moving off you.

You don’t hesitate any longer, giving a bashful grin.


His smile becomes wider.

"Really?” You’ve never someone sound so genuine.

You swallow and say, “Yeah. It’s taken all my goddamn willpower so far to not blurt out something sappy. So I’d love to try it." 

"Good.” He says softly. You click play again, but your mind is barely on the movie, as Sebastian drapes an arm over your shoulders. Then, slowly, he leans over and presses a kiss to your cheek. It’s so gentle, like he doesn’t want to break you.

“You missed.” You whisper, loud enough for him to hear over the quiet dialogue. Luckily, it doesn’t sound too forward. 

He raises an eyebrow, but connects your lips together with a smile. And damn, it’s amazing. His lips are soft against yours, and they’re warm as well. It tastes faintly of chocolate and caramel, probably from the pods, and it’s such a damn sweet kiss. You want to kiss like this forever, as you lean into it a little. 

“Better?” He asks quietly.

“For sure." 

The rest of the flight flies past, spent through sleeping, films and talking. You’re almost sad when the pilot announces that you’ll be landing soon. But you know you’ll see him again. You wonder if any of this would’ve happened if your friend hadn’t booked the wrong seats. You really need to thank your friend, because you have Sebastian Stan’s number in your phone and his arm around your waist as the plane descends. 

"Well, this is it for now, isn’t it?” Sebastian says, as the seatbelt sign goes off.

“I suppose so.” You sigh dismally.

“I’ll see you soon, hey? In two days?” He asks, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“I’d like that. Don’t forget me when you go back to filming.” You grin, standing up.

“I would never.” He grins back, kissing you. You still have to get used to that.

He grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder.

“I’ll call you, okay?" 

You nod and he gives you another kiss. "See you soon, Y/N.” He gives you a smirk that is too damn hot for this world.

“Bye Seb.” He disappears down the aisle and you have the chance to catch your breath. That is, until you see your friend grabbing her bag and heading towards your seat.

“How was the flight?” She asks, as soon as she comes up next to you.

“Amazing.” You say, taking your bag with a broad grin.

“Lucky! I sat next to this silent girl around our age. I tried to talk to her, but she didn’t get past one word answers.” She sighs, batting you in the arm.

“Did you get a good person next to you?" 

So she obviously didn’t see your interaction with Sebastian.

"And possibly a boyfriend.”

Her eyes widen and she claps her hand over her mouth. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me!" 

You usher her out into the aisle and lead the way out.

"I get the silent treatment and you get love? This is not fair!” She wails.

Suddenly you get a text and pull out your phone.

Sebastian: Just checking if this is the right number :) 

“Is that him?” She asks.

“Yes, it is.” You say, as you step out onto the clean tiles of the airport.

“Ask him to send a picture.” She insists. 

You type back:

My friend wants a picture, and yes this is the right number <3.

The three circles appear in the speech bubble.

Then a picture pops up, him looking exactly the same as he did ten minutes ago.

“Holy shit, is that…?" 

Sebastian asks you to meet him at a park near your apartment, two days after your first meeting. Of course you go.

While you’re waiting on the bench, all sorts of worries come into your mind. 

What if he doesn’t come? What if he doesn’t want me as a girlfriend anymore? What if he’s found someone else? What if I’m not good enough? What if…

Two hands come down onto your shoulders gently, interrupting your thoughts abruptly. You give a small gasp, before turning around. 

Sebastian is smiling at you, looking just as gorgeous as he was two days ago.

"Hey, Y/N.” He says, as you get up.

“Hi.” You say nervously, coming around the bench to stand in front of him.

Suddenly, his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you close, kissing you sincerely.

Just like that, your worries disappear. 

“Y/N, help me out here.” Sebastian says through the phone.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, sipping your latte.

“I need someone to go with me to the Infinity War premiere." 

"Isn’t it good for your image that you look single?" 

"Some people from the marketing team suggested it." 

"Hmm, I don’t know…”

“You’re my girlfriend, Y/N, you dork." 

It still gives you shivers to hear him say that.

"Alright, I’ll do it." 

"Good. Love you, and I’ll see you tonight.”

“Love you too." 

You click off the receiver and give a satisfied sigh. You then realise your friend is looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Sorry. Where were we?”

“So Sebastian, who’s your date for tonight?” The interviewer asks, as he stands with his arm around your waist. You feel the most glamorous you have in your entire life.

He gives you a loving smile, which you return swiftly.

“Her name is Y/N and my girlfriend of one year, definitely not for just one night.” Sebastian says, squeezing your hip tighter.

“How’d you guys meet?" 

You instantly blush and Sebastian laughs. 

"Don’t tell her!” You groan, swatting his chest with a light hand.

He does, anyway, and you protest the whole way through, the interviewer enjoying every second of Sebastian’s storytelling.

“That’s amazing!” The interviewer grins, eyes bright.

“It was embarrassing, believe me.” You say, the red still prominent on your cheeks.

“I thought you were cute.” Sebastian argues. The interviewer laughs and moves onto Scarlett. 

As the two of you walk away, you mumble, “I hate you.”

Sebastian’s smile grows wider.

“No you don’t.”

You huff a sigh as you lean up to kiss him gently on the lips. 

“No, I don’t." 

"That’s better.” He murmurs, pulling you in closer, so you slot in right next to him. 

“Love you, Y/N." 

"Love you too, Seb.”

Afternote: Yes I realise that nobody would really ask you to be his girlfriend that soon, but because they only really had one flight together, it would’ve been hard to make it a gradual process. Thank you for reading!

Could Someone Please Explain To Me...

What did Leslie Jones do to deserve all the shit that she’s been going through on the internet?

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Leslie Jones is amazing!

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She was hysterical in Ghostbusters!

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She’s one of the best things to happen to SNL in YEARS!

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And here’s the thing - she’s one of the best people in show business right now.

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She is so sharp and so funny that her tweets convinced NBC to let her commentate at the Olympics!

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She worked to get where she is, she failed a few times before she succeeded. And she related this sentiment on SNL & told people, “You can achieve your dreams at any age.” Which may not seem like a lot, but in a world full of 20 somethings being super successful it means a lot!

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She is honest! She speaks her mind & doesn’t take bullshit!

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Did I mention she’s fucking hysterical?

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She continually blows away people’s expectations…

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And does not deserve all the haters who hack her personal website, who compare her to apes on the internet, and who tear her down for no other reason than existing. NO ONE DOES!

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So, to Leslie Jones:

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You are talented, funny, and you seem like a genuinely nice person. So don’t let the haters get you down!

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Nothing but love for Leslie Jones!

greaser boy - part III

High school AU - bad boy!Bucky

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Characters: All the avengers, Peggy Carter, Loki

When a new student from Brooklyn joins the reader’s school, she doesn’t know what is in store for her. He is the epitome of trouble and she finds herself caught in his headlights. The more she resists, the harder it gets. Limits are tested and so is patience. Will she fall for the greaser boy with the bad reputation?

Word count: 1k

A/N: Part three took me a while because I was busy yesterday. I hope to have the next part up by Sunday. Again, hopefully, I tagged everyone. 

Part I  Part II

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Originally posted by lenaluthar

It was Friday. Which means one of two things. Thor’s party was today and second, you were able to stay up as long as you wanted. You were more excited about staying home than going to a party. Nike would probably go, she’d constantly ask you to go, but you refused each time.

“What are you going to do today?” Nike asked and took a sip of her drink.

“Probably binge watch Game of Thrones,” You shrugged.

She made a sour face, “Too much gore. Not for me.”

You chuckled, but before you said anything, Nike grabbed your forearm with an iron grip. Her nails cutting into your flesh.

“Ow! I have blood that I very much want to keep inside me,” You stated and tried to yank your arm away.

“Bucky Barnes,” She quickly said.

You turned and was met with a smiling Bucky who sat on the seat next to you. He set his water bottle on the table and held an apple in one hand.

“Hey Y/N,” He grinned at Nike.

You were a bit stunned but was quick to react. “Oh, Bucky, this is my friend Nike.”

“I’m guessing Nike as in the Greek goddess of victory,” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“Finally someone gets it!” She threw her hands up. “Everyone thinks I’m named after the shoe company and will ask me why I’m wearing Adidas.” Bucky took a bite from his apple just as Nike began packing her things up. “Well, I should get going. I have to study for a test.”

You were about to follow her when she placed a hand on your shoulder and winked. It was clear to you, she was leaving so you could spend some time with Bucky. You were about to argue but she stopped you.

“No, you plant your ass on this seat and work your magic, girl,” she smiled. “You can do this.”

With a nervous laugh, you watched as she left you with Bucky. You inhaled and turned to Bucky, who was giving you that mischievous smirk. Butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“So what’s with this Steve Rogers guy? I hear his name a lot.” He leaned back in his chair.

“You see that group that’s at your 1 O'clock?” You asked.

“Yeah,” He replied. “What about them?”

“The tall blonde, super muscular, gray shirt. That’s Steve Rogers,” You spoke to him, but was looking in the other direction. “The brunette next to him, red lipstick, that’s his girlfriend. So she’s off limits ”

“Who says I was interested?” Bucky asked.

“With a girl that pretty? Who wouldn’t be,” You continued. Not giving Bucky the opportunity to speak. “Natasha Romanoff is the red head. Clint Barton is the one next to her. Tony Stark is the one with the sunglasses, Bruce Banner is next to him. Sam Wilson, he’s the one in the green shirt. Thor, long blonde hair, biceps that can have their own zip code and Loki, his brother. No doubt Thor is about to put Loki in a chokehold. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Siblings.”

“They sound like they’re Royalty at this school,” Bucky muttered and tossed the core of the apple in the trash. “Are they a big deal here?”

“Kind of, yeah,” You said. “They’re not mean though. They are all in fact really nice.”

Bucky looked at you and chuckled, “You’re cute, doll. Are Thor’s parties really that great?”

You shrugged, “I’ve never been to one. There’s one today. You should go, a great way to meet new people.”

“Are you gonna go?” He asked.

“Oh no, I’m very busy,” You lied. In reality, you were probably gonna spend the rest of your night reading conspiracy theories and questioning the human race. You surely weren’t gonna tell Bucky that.

He pulled at the collar of his shirt, “I don’t know, doll.” He paused. “I’ll go if you do.”

You frowned at his statement. A small, very small part of you had always wanted to go to Thor’s parties, but your shy personality said so otherwise. The party scene wasn’t your thing, yes, but you always wondered what went down behind those walls of Thor’s house.

Your parents always asked why you never went out. They were genuinely curious. They always told you stories about what they did as teens and it was far from your idea of ’fun’. Don’t believe for one second that they aren’t grateful they don’t have a party animal.

“So you in?” Bucky asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. “We don’t even have to stay for that long. Just go, have a drink or two. Dance to a few songs, then leave. Sound good?”

It did sound like a pretty tempting night. Worse case scenario? You got drunk and somehow ended up on stranger’s lawn that was 10 miles away from your home. But you knew that would never happen. You somehow trusted Bucky. Not with your life, but you trusted him enough to know that he was telling you the truth.

“Fine,” You caved in. “Only for an hour.”

Bucky smiled and nodded, “Done.” He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. Without hesitation, you typed in your number. The bell rang. Lunch was over.

Once the final bell rang, indicating that school was over and everyone was free to leave. A small burst of relief filled you. It was the weekend.

You already told Nike that you’d be going to the party with Bucky. She was ecstatic. Maybe even more excited than you were. She was itching to get a hold of your closet and decide what you’d wear and how you’d style your hair.

Bucky smiled at you, “So, I’ll pick you up at seven. Think you’ll be ready by then?”

You chewed on your bottom lip and nodded, “I’m pretty sure. I’ll text you my address.”

“Can’t wait, doll,” He got in his car and you continued your journey across the parking lot. What did you just get yourself into?

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Jealous!Joker x Reader

Warnings: Some strong language

Y/N was sitting on her couch watching TV when she heard the door open. She hoped it was J, she barely saw him because he was so busy with work. J walked over to her and turned the TV off. Normally she would be annoyed, but that must mean he actually wants to spend time with her. Biting her lip to hide a smile, she got up and threw her arms around him. He hugged her back, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth.

“What’d ya say about coming to my club with me tonight?” A date night. Perfect. She can’t contain her smile now. Pulling back, she gave him a kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’d love to, you know how boring it gets around here without you.” J didn’t respond. He seemed to be lost in thought, his eyes unfocused.

“J. You ok?” He snapped out of it and gave her a smile.

“You better get ready, I have a meeting at the club.” Y/N’s smile faded. She let him go and took a few steps back.

“Are you serious?” He rolled his eyes.

“Not this again. What did I do now?”

“Do you even care about me?” He smiled and cupped her face in his hands.

“Of course. You’re my most loyal…companion.” He said it in a patronizing way, harshly patting her cheeks.

“That’s all I am to you?” He was already walking away. Cupping his ear dramatically, he sarcastically responded “Wha?” Y/N huffed, heading to her bedroom and slamming the door.

“Don’t forget to wear that black lacey thing! I like you in that.” Y/N maturely threw a pillow at the door, angry at herself for not having a better comeback. Thinking for a minute,  she smirked. I’m sure you won’t be the only one liking ‘that’.


Y/N didn’t talk to J the whole ride. The only time she acknowledged him was when she had to slap his hand away from crawling up her thigh. He growled and tried to apologize when the car rolled to a stop.

“Y/N, baby, I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight. Give Daddy some sugar.” He closed his eyes and leaned forward, meaning to kiss her neck. She rolled her eyes and got out of the car, causing him to fall forward. Growling once more, he was starting to get tired of her little attitude. I’ll have to fix that. Muttering to himself, he climbed out of the car. Y/N already disappeared into the club so he went to the VIP section. As soon as he sat down he was scanning the crowd for her. She usually sat with him, not feeling comfortable with crowds. Besides, she knew she would be safe in his lap. But she was stubborn, so she pushed down that nagging anxiety and looked for a cute guy. She found one and gave him what she hoped was a not awkward smile. To her relief, he smiled back.

“You’re cute. Wanna dance?” His smile grew. He almost looked a little….shy? A stab of guilt went through her. She could relate in that aspect.

“Drink first?” Nodding, she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bar. After they got drinks, they talked for awhile. He was actually really good company. Interesting, funny, a little insecure but his humor made up for it. She wasn’t crushing on the guy, he was cute, sure. But her heart belonged to J. She was starting to realize what would happen if J saw him. More guilt.

“So, wanna dance?” Oh no. She didn’t want to turn him down, he was too nice for that. Risking a glance at J, she let out a breath of relief when he was busy talking to the guy he was suppose to meet.

“Sure” She smiled, making sure to lead him farther away from J. She started feeling more and more guilty as they danced. He kept his hands up, never tried to do anything she didn’t like. Sighing, she realized she had to tell him what this was about. Before she could, a voice sent a cold chill up her spine.

“Well, what do we have here.” She jumped and spun around. J’s voice may have sounded calm and playful, but his appearance was anything but. He glared at the guy with hatred, his breathing was heavy, and he had his pistol in his hand, ready to shoot. People noticed and started moving away. Y/N put her hands up, trying to coax him down.

“J, wait. Listen we were just talking- nothing was happening- J please.” She stood in front of the soon-to-be-dead guy, trying to stand between him and the gun. She cursed her short height as J pointed the gun over her head. The guy she was with had gone pale, staring at her like she betrayed him. In a way she had.

“J I swear, you pull that trigger, you will never see me again.” J snarled and hesitated. After what felt like a minute, he put the gun away. Then he grabbed her hand in a bruising grip, yanking her to the VIP section.  To her embarrassment, his business associate was still there, looking irritated. She felt a pang in her heart. Damn you for being so sensitive.  J sat down and roughly pulled her into his lap, the bruising grip now down on her hip, holding her in place. She tried to move away to the other end of the couch but he smacked her butt, causing her to yelp and he yanked her back down. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

“Excuse me for the delay, I had some business to take care of.” His hand tightened around her waist somewhere between ‘business’ and ‘of’. The business associate nodded.

“Yeah. I know how bitches are. ” J and Y/N’s head snapped towards him. Y/N was offended at first, but then she gave a little snort of amusement seeing J’s face. This guy is screwed.

“You have a bad one, I see why you put up with it.” This is the exact definition of ‘digging your own grave’. J leaned forward, he placed both hands on Y/N’s hips, pulling her closer to him.

“Oh, you have no idea about this one. The fire in my loins.” Y/N slowly turned her head towards him. What the hell, J. “ The itch in my crotch.” He gave her thigh a little smack. She rolled her eyes.”My… my queen.” By this point the business associate’s eyes widened. It was at this moment, he knew he fucked up. J gave her a nudge, signalling to get off of him. When she did he stood up, walking around the table to crouch in front of the guy.

“Tell me, what do you like best about her?”

“I didn’t mean to offend-”

“Didn’t mean to offend? Offend who? Me or my queen? C’mon now you can’t choose both.” J looked back at Y/N, who was playing with her nails.

“Did he offend you, pumpkin?” Y/N looked up and quickly looked back down, blushing.

“A little.” She murmured, causing J to make an ‘Aww’ face. He got up, making wild arm movements and pacing as he ranted.

“You see, my Y/N is a little shy. We’ve been making so much progress, but then YOU and your comments just- just wash away all of our hard work!” J sits on the table, grabbing a corkscrew. He turns it over in his hands, looking at it appreciatively.

“This looks neat.”

“Please, Mr-” J stabs him clean in the neck, blood squirting out of both ends. Y/N smiles, loving that his attention was all on her now. Finally. When he saw the smug look on her face,  he growled.

“Look what you did, you naughty girl.” Her mouth opened in shock.

“Me?” She squeaked.

“You tried to make me jealous. We’re gonna have to fix that attitude of yours.” He crouched in front of her, grabbing her legs and yanking her to the edge of the couch. Giggling, she decided to test her luck.

“Tried? You looked pretty jealous to me.” He started placing kisses on her ankle, trailing his way up. She shoved him away playfully, blushing.

“Did you wear that black lacey thing?”

“Take me home and find out.”

Make it Black

Joyce kept an eye on the clock as she wiped down the main counter. It was already ten minutes past closing time. The grime and filth of a busy Friday clung to her skin uncomfortably and she wanted nothing more than to get home, curl up with David, and take a nice, long bath.

Though luck was never with her as the quiet yet persistent voice of a downpour hummed through the building. All she had to protect her from the rain was an eight year old umbrella that turned inside out when the wind got too rough. David was also working overtime at the docks, meaning she was going to have to wait by the bus stop and pray it would get there on time. She hated working overtime, but they were barely meeting ends—if they didn’t pay soon, their power was going to get cut off.

The clink of the doorbell followed by the squishing noise of wet shoes let her know she had forgotten to lock up. “We’re closed,” she said, frowning at a particularly stubborn stain on the countertop.

“Sorry.” The voice was young, with an odd nasal inflection to it. That got her to look up.

It was a teenager, probably no older than her daughter, completely soaked from the rain. A sopping mop of curly blond hair hung just over his eyebrows, dripping down his cheeks and onto a worn sweatshirt. His nose and the tips of his ears were red and blotchy, and he was holding his lower lip between his teeth, trying to keep them from chattering. But what really got Joyce’s attention was the dark, swollen bruise over his right eye and the bloody corner of his upper lip.

He was turning away, gaze directed towards his shoes. The sight broke her heart. “Stop,” she said, and the boy did, sparing her a guarded glance. Joyce didn’t know who he was or what happened, if it was a abuse or a scrap, but he was just a kid. Marks like that didn’t belong on a teenager, no matter the circumstances. She couldn’t turn him away. “Would you like some coffee?” She asked. He nodded. “Take a seat. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

He chose a barstool, and sat hunched over the counter. His focus on a lone string poking out of his sleeve. His hands shook, she noticed. But she wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold or something else.

“Cream and sugar?” Joyce called from the kitchen window, her hands busy pouring a cup. He nodded again.

It was a soft tanned color, more milk than caffeine, but what was important was that it was warm. She set the mug in front of him, watching as his trembling fingers closed around it. He took a sip and grimaced—a slight pinching of his nose, something most people wouldn’t notice—but otherwise didn’t complain.

“Here’s the menu, let me know if you want anything,” she told him.

He nodded, again. Not much of a talker. His eyes settled on an enhanced photograph of a stack of waffles. He licked his lips and pointed at it, not bothering to look at the rest of the items. “Waffles,” he croaked, then cleared his throat. “The belgian waffles.”

It amused Joyce that he would order breakfast so late at night, but who was she to deny him. She gave him a smirk and took his order into the kitchen. The cooks had already left, leaving her to be the only employee in the building. Though not a chef, she was an adept cook and set out to make the kid some waffles.

When she was done, she topped them off with blueberries on top, and brought the steaming plate to the counter. She could see him practically drooling at the sight. “Whipped cream?” Joyce asked, brandishing the can.

“Yeah,” he said.

Rather than do a simple swirl on the top, as was customary, Joyce drew a smiley face. It ran the risk of the teenager frowning and saying something about how he was too old for smiley faces, like Chloe would, but to her surprise she found the boy smiling at it. It was subtle, a slight upturn of the lips that would probably crack painfully due to the lip, but it was a smile nonetheless.

The way he ate was, well, exactly how you’d expect a teenager to eat. It was messy, and loud, and Joyce suspected he hadn’t eaten anything the whole day. That brought her attention back to the black eye and swollen lip, and she wondered if he really hadn’t.

Joyce grabbed a rag from her apron and began scrubbing the areas where his shaking had spilled drops of coffee onto the counter. “What’s your name?” She asked, casually, she hoped. It was like she had hit the pause button—he froze suddenly, fork hovering in the air in front of him.

She didn’t push. It was his right whether he wanted to tell her or not, and she wasn’t going to pry into his private life if he didn’t want her to. She kept wiping down the counter, gauging his reactions from the corner of her eye.

He set his fork down slowly. His gaze went from her, to the waffles, to back at her, like he was debating whether to tell her or not. Joyce waited patiently, keeping to herself in silence. In the end, he swallowed, rose his nose up and said, “Nathan Prescott.”

Oh. She knew he was watching for a reaction and she did her best to maintain a poker face. The Prescotts had the kind of reputation that would last generations. Engraved in the name itself. Animosity that was inherited by your parents, which were inherited by their parents, and so on so forth. Joyce would also admit to sharing that prejudice.

But he was just a teenager. A black eye and a bruised lip didn’t belong on a teenager.

“You can call me Joyce,” she answered with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Nathan.”

She could see the relief flood in his eyes. It hit her, then, that he wasn’t used to a warm reception after sharing his name. Talking to him was easy after that. Just smalltalk, nothing important. She talked about her daughter, about David, she even mentioned William for a brief moment, before she caught herself choking up and changed the subject to the busy day she’d had. Nathan wouldn’t say much more than one worded responses, but it kept his mind occupied as he finished his waffles, and Joyce could tell he appreciated it.

By the end of the night, his skin had gotten a healthy blush and his eyes looked brighter. The weather outside cleared up too; the downpour had lightened to a slight drizzle. Nathan’s calm expression quickly changed to one of horror when he felt around his pockets and realized they were empty. “I don’t have my wallet,” he told her. “But I’m good for it, I swear.”

Joyce suspected as much from any teenager caught in the rain in the middle of the night. “Don’t worry about it, hun. It’s on the house.”

“I’ll pay you back,” he insisted. Joyce didn’t argue, only told him to do as he wished.

As he left the diner she silently prayed that he would find a safe way home.

Saturdays were the worst. Joyce wasn’t against hard work, but she could feel the blisters forming in her feet and couldn’t find five minutes to sit down. But, she was used to it. The tips were good, at least.

They were up to their eyeballs in orders, and, to make matters worse, one of the coffee machines gave out, which meant Joyce had to walk to the other side of the kitchen to refill. She couldn’t keep herself from glancing at her watch every five minutes, watching the hand inch ever so slowly to her lunch hour.

She was bringing a customer his order for breakfast when he said, “Whose ass have you been kissing lately, Joyce?”

“What are you talking about?” She asked, already used to the coarse language the truckers and sailors would have.

Another customer whistled in appreciation and Joyce was about to tell him off, until she realized that he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking past her, at her tip jar. It was full to the brim with—oh my goodness—twenty dollar bills? Among all the bills was a crumpled up piece of notebook paper.

The truckers whistled and cheered as she worked to unscrew the cap. “Who’s yer secret admirer?” One asked.

She fished out the note and unraveled it. There were only two words written in a messy, jagged script. “Thank you.” She smiled and the truckers cooed.

“None of your damn business,” she answered, slapping one playfully in the arm.

She managed to pay the bills that month.

A/N Merry Christmas! I know this isn’t much or Christmas-themed or anything, but I wanted to write how Nathan and Joyce met in Exposure. I know this won’t make up for the lack of recent updates but I hope you enjoy it all the same! :*

@wittyy-name and i are busy working on the next fanfic after operation time out ended. and by we i mean witty, shes writing this beautiful monster.
It’s a klance, dance au, everyone dances and i wanted to draw pidge danCe so

The only time they dont wear their glasses is when dancing, contact lenses help



I haven’t really spoken to Sonia in a while but Tanaka says they are doing well! Or at least that’s what I interpreted. Sonia took power as the new queen of Novoselic. Her parents thought she might be just what their struggling country needed to bring about a new era of peace and, from what I can tell, they were right! Unfortunately, that means she’s always pretty busy so we don’t get to see or hear from her much. Gundam is also pretty busy but he at least has time to talk sometimes. Recently, they’ve been preparing for Halloween in Novoselic which is apparently a big deal over there. Especially now, since it’s the young prince’s birthday.

ML Requests: Jealousy- Adrienette

Requested by: @animatedsuperchick19

Still finishing these up, plugging away at this and a new art request I received. Love all your requests. Thanks for keeping me busy :)

“Duuude!!! She’s wicked hot! Damn I wish I could hang with models like this all the time!” Nino oogled the picture of the girl on his phone. One of Adrien’s older model friends was coming to town and well the guys had practically been drooling over her arrival all week.

“Excuse me?” Alya narrowed her eyes at Nino.

“I mean- uh- you know- she uh- she’s really not THAT hot,” Nino spluttered.

“Uh-huh.” Alya nodded skeptically.

“You know Marinette, Azalea works in fashion design sometimes too, I could introduce you if you like,” Adrien offered up to Marinette who at this point was absolutely seething. Oh great, Marinette thought, Another thing she’s perfect at!

“Yeah that would be great,” Marinette said through her teeth. Alya raised an eyebrow at her. Adrien didn’t seem to notice her barely contained rage.

“Great! I’ll bring her by the bakery sometime,” Adrien beamed at Marinette.

“Peachy,” Marinette muttered in response.

“When are you taking your hot model friend to the bakery Agreste? I think it only fair that you introduce me to her,” Kim sauntered over to Adrien’s desk. Marinette gripped her hands into fists to resist the urge to slug Kim. She was really tired of hearing about Adrien’s beautiful, perfect, amazing model friend! This had been going on for nearly two weeks and Marientte was on the edge of her patience. The girl was everything Marinette wasn’t, conventionally beautiful, able to speak to Adrien in complete sentences, tall, brunette, stunning, exotic, a model, and apparently a fashion designer.

“I looked her up online and it says here that she sings, is she doing a concert in town?” Max interrupted. Oh and apparently she was a singer. Great. Just great. Marinette was fairly certain steam would rise up from her ears any second. She hated feeling jealous but after two weeks of this she had lost her a majority of her willpower and cheeriness.

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Silvia: I’m not mad. 

Danny: Love, you clearly are. If you would just-

Silvia: Please. Just go to your meeting and get the investor and spend some time with your business associate, Lisanne. Enjoy your trip. 

Danny: Wait is it Lis? Is she the problem? She means nothing to me, you know that. What I have with her is a business relationship.

Silvia: Sure, well not to her anyway. 

Can we stop saying Undyne is a 120% total tomboy?? I mean, I LOVE it when I see Undyne wearing super rad, totally badass clothes, don’t get me wrong, but she’s just as much of a girl too!!!

I mean, that lipstick during her date is just,10000/10, and did I mention her awesome eye make up while she’s fighting you? She takes time to touch up before following you on a murderous rampage. Also, her hair definitely isn’t bad either, and her date clothes? She rocked that leather jacket and neck bandana like it was nobody’s business.

Oh yeah, she even picked out that super cute dress for Alphys, revealing even more of her fashion taste.

Just. Appreciate this fish’s fashion.

Wtf, guys. Seriously. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? I was cleaning in the pharmacy tonight and witnessed someone stealing. She even looked me in the eye while doing it. I didn’t know what to do because most places tell you not to do anything. We most certainly don’t have anything in our policy in place for this kind of thing, so I can assume it’d be like most places where you can do nothing but watch. If I did do something, she would have been long gone by the time I mentioned it to the pharmacists, who were very busy. Sure, it was only some candy from one of the jars on the desk out front, but still. That kind of thing adds up and negatively affect employees in the pharmacy. I work through a cleaning company, not the pharmacy, but I still care about them enough to not want them to get in trouble for theft. Even if the jar doesn’t have a price on it and even if it’s open doesn’t mean it’s fucking free. -Abby