Finally! Part two of my Sebastian Stan series Reunion is here! You can find part one on my Reunion Master List. Enjoy!
It’s time for something you’ve always dreaded, your high school reunion. You were always the “nerdy girl” and the “weird one” and you never had many friends. You don’t want to go, but you feel like you have to, but you don’t want to go alone, but who do you ask? Well, luckily for you, Sebastian Stan, yes, the Sebastian Stan, just so happens to be your best friend. You ask him to be your fake date so you can rub it in the faces of the people who hated you, much to your relief he agrees. Let’s just hope everything goes to plan.
Sebastian x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Little bit of violence,Swearing, Fluff!!
A/N: The majority of Romanian and Italian is roughly translated from google translate so it might not be accurate.
A/N/N: I just want to give a massive thank you to my lovely friend @theoneandonlysaucymo for not only being the beta for this but for helping me get out of the writer’s block I was having for this series!
For some reason I have never drawn too much interaction between Marik and Yami Marik until these few months. Also, this pad that I found at the store screamed as something that Mariku would so buy for the giggles (Even though it was Ryou that found it and bought it for him).
tbh i only drew this bc i really wanted to draw thighs w/ stockings lmao i needed practice painting stuff heh genderbends are really fun so why not
also curvy yuuri will be the death of me
and to all of my new followers from the prince!au I thank you guys so much for liking it! I have a few things sketched out that I will most likely be finishing when winter break comes around so stay tuned! :D
I wonder how many fans Yugi, Joey, Kaiba, and their friends have in-universe. Ryou and Duke have a lot of fangirls, Duke was a fan of Pegasus in the anime, and Kaiba had a lot of fanboys in the video games! I bet Mokuba has fans too.
Could you do an imagine where the reader is pregnant and she tries to keep it low key but her boyfriend, Stephen Strange already knows because he read the signs. Plus the reader is an awful liar and by the time she tells him even Wong knows-Requested by anon
“Stephen,” you started off, not really knowing what to say next. You had prepared this elaborate speech beforehand, but actually standing in front of him made your mind go blank. Today was the day you finally told him your big news: you were pregnant with his kid.
“Yes?” He cocked an eyebrow at you, urging you to continue.
You shifted on your feet. Suddenly it was hard to stay still. “I, uh, have some exciting news.” You tried to sound cheerful.
“Yes?” he prompted.
You took a deep breath. “I… I’m pregnant. And you’re the father.”
You expected him to react with surprise, or joyfulness, or even anger. But the blank expression on his face was not what you anticipated. All he said was, “I know.”
It was your turn to turn blank. “What? You… you know?”
Strange rolled his eyes. “(Y/n), I’m a doctor. It’s in the name! Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to tell that my girlfriend is pregnant? You started showing signs, what, about a week ago?”
You did your best not to facepalm. Duh! Of course. To be honest, you casually called him “Doctor” so much that you kinda forgot he was an actual doctor. And, to be fair, there were rumours circulating about you and Stephen. You denied everything, of course, because you didn’t want other people to know before you were ready to tell Stephen. You could feel your face redden at your embarrassment. “You knew this whole time, but you didn’t say anything?”
At that exact moment, Wong walked into the room, his nose buried in a book. How he managed not to trip while walking and reading was a magic of its own. “Knew what?” he said distractedly, not looking up from his book. “Are you guys talking about your pregnancy?”
Your jaw dropped, but Wong didn’t notice. “You knew, too?!”
“Of course I did.” He flipped the page. “You’re a terrible liar, (y/n).”
Your buried your face in your palms, trying not to die of mortification. “So this whole time both of you knew! And you let me walk around the place making a fool of myself by denying everything!”
Stephen shrugged. “I was waiting for you to say something first, (y/n).” He lowered your arms and tilted your chin up so that you looked into his eyes. He smiled. “And if it makes you feel any better,” he added, “I’m so happy for us!”
Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Genderbent!Wolfstar)
Moony was more than certain that her crush on Sirius was not obvious. She had had years of practice on hiding it. That is the reason why she got so nervous when a very blushing Sirius asked her out. Even if Sirius did somehow find out about her crush it wouldn’t have made any sense for Pads to ask her out. Padfoot was her friend… and also a huge prankster.
Moony didn’t want to believe that Sirius would ask her out, just to play a prank on her. It would have been too mean, even for Sirius.
But what if it is a stupid prank? What if Pads is just setting me up with someone? After all, we’ve been friends for years. Why now?
Wasn’t Pads the one who almost made me go out with that girl from Ravenclaw? Asking me out makes no sense…
Of course it’s a bad hair day, what a surprise!
Calm down, for Godric’s sake! It’s just a simple date, it’s not like you haven’t been on a date before!
Slight curls should work, they always do. Nothing too fancy.
*Moony finally understand that she’s clearly overthinking and decides to put some music on for distraction. She starts the vinyl player that the 3 Marauders got for her last birthday.*
*Queen’s ”Crazy Little Thing Called Love” starts playing and Moony can’t help but singing along*
This thing called love, I just can’t handle it This thing called love, I must get round to it I ain’t ready Crazy little thing called love
This thing (this thing) Called love (called love) It cries (like a baby) In a cradle all night It swings (woo woo)
Moony: “Maybe I’m suddenly good at eyeliner?”
* she tries to cover up her scars a bit, she always does it when she’s nervous*
It jives (woo woo) It shakes all over like a jelly fish I kinda like it Crazy little thing called love
There goes my baby She knows how to rock ‘n’ roll She drives me crazy She gives me hot and cold fever Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip And get on my track’s Take a back seat, hitch-hike
After a bit of thinking, she decides to wear a grey quite wide shirt.
But then she notices the scars that are covering her body.
Even a button up plaid shirt wasn’t working today.
And take a long ride on my motor bike Until I’m ready (Ready Freddie) Crazy little thing called love
Moony: “Nothing to wear, how great is that.”
Finally she decides to dig out a simple t-shirt with some lace parts, it’s been in her possession for at least a year but she has always felt that it’s not quite her style.
Sirius: “ Is that a new necklace?”
Moony: “How long have you been there?”
Sirius: “ Since the plaid shirt.” *stupid smirk*
Moony: “ Get the hell out Black! Just… wait for me in the living room.”
This thing called love I just can’t handle it this thing called love I must get round to it I ain’t ready Crazy little thing called love
The song that has been replayed for 3 times already ends once again and an uncomfortable silence takes over.
Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm. For Kenna/Theron :D
[CONTEXT: In the Giant Alliance-Building Ensemble Piece, Kenna helps with tracking Darok and Arkous after Manaan, which is…basically my excuse to have months of drawn-out UST between her and Theron.]
They’ve tracked Darok and Arkous to a dingy out-of-the-way port, but finding out where they went from here is proving more difficult. Kenna’s been chatting up an off-duty customs official in the station’s tiny cantina for half an hour while Lana and Theron lurk in a booth nearby.
“She’s very good at this.”
“Hm?” Theron glances at Lana, taking his eyes off Kenna for the first time in several minutes.
“The captain,” Lana says with a hint of amusement. “She’s very good at getting people to talk to her.”
Theron looks back toward the bar as Kenna laughs at something the customs official says, looking at the other woman like she’s the only person in the room. “That she is.”
Finally, she excuses herself with one last dazzling smile and moves away, joining Lana and Theron in their booth a moment later.
“So I’ve got a dinner invitation and zero useful intel,” she informs them. “Think we might have gotten as far as we can with charm.”
“Pity,” Lana says. “Should we try credits next, or go straight to slicing?”
Theron downs the last of his drink. “Find me a console and watch my back.”
He’s almost done when Lana’s soft voice murmurs over their comms. “Security guard coming your way.”
“I need a few more minutes,” he replies.
“On it,” Kenna says, and a moment later Theron hears the sound of bodies colliding. “Oh, blast it, I’m sorry, I’m such a klutz sometimes–”
“No harm done, ma'am.” That’s the security guard, his voice echoing more faintly over Kenna’s comm. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine, I just–I’m really sorry, I should have been watching where I was going. I’m just having the worst day–”
Glancing around, Theron finds her and the security guard out of the corner of his eye. She’s spinning some kind of story about how a customs official told her she needed to fill out one form but it turns out she needed another and now her ship’s going to be impounded if she can’t straighten out the mix-up, and she honestly looks like she’s about to burst into tears. By the time Theron finishes up, moves away from the console, and ducks into a nearby alcove, the guard’s practically falling over himself to help her out.
“Just tell the station master what you told me and you’ll be fine,” the guard says, and then gives her a confident smile. “And if customs still gives you trouble after that, come find me. I can lean on ‘em a little.”
Kenna reaches out and puts a hand on his arm, returning the smile, and something happens inside Theron that feels an awful lot like completely irrational jealousy. “That’s so sweet of you. You’ve been such a big help, I’m sure everything will be fine.”
“You’re gonna have to tell me how you got so good at that,” Theron murmurs as she moves away from the guard.
Kenna slips into the alcove with him, still wearing her wide-eyed innocent look. “What, give away my trade secrets? Not without you at least buying me a drink first.”
Theron folds his arms and leans one hip against the wall. “I’d say that could be arranged, but I’ve got data to analyze and you’ve got a dinner date.”
Kenna flashes him the same brilliant smile she gave her new friend at the bar earlier. “Some other time, then.”