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Jealousy, Jealousy
i really loved how bad for business turned out, and it seems you all did too!! so here's a continuation of the bfb universe/storyline :)
it's not exactly a part two
warnings! jealousy (sanji's)
word count: 1,720
opla! sanji x f! reader
i actually took the time to reference back to this scene in the live action to make sure i got their orders right :)
!! also hi i am alive !!! i just got busy with work- and i had a mini con to go to this weekend and i cosplayed nami! :D
-> i have also been struggling with tremendous writers block, and was trying to force myself to write about zoro for days! but i couldn't, and i was frustrated with myself untill i rememebred this isnt a job, this is for fun for me and you guys. so i went back to some of the things i've written and felt like i could continue this one :) the story really flowed from there and i wrote a lot in a short span sooooooo <3
ily all! thanks for reading as always <3333
sanji vinsmoke is jealous.
the cook is used to woman falling at his feet, swooning over his flirty personality. either that or they get annoyed at him and clearly show disinterest. (oftentimes calling him names and sometimes resulting in him getting hit)
but you, the one girl he actually held a candle for, he couldn’t even seem to get a rejection from you. that would’ve made things so much easier for him and his heart. it’s gotten to the point he’s wishing you would tell him you don’t return his feelings. sure it would hurt in the moment, but at least he could have (hopefully) forced himself to move on.
but no, you won’t reject him; nor will you swoon at his advances. they seem to roll right off you like beads of rain on a window. never a hint of blush on your cheeks, no angrily quirked brows. how was he meant to understand? there are two reasonable reactions to such a forward man, either interest or not. how do you manage to toe the line so perfectly?
it drove him mad, not only were you horribly hard to read, every once in a while you would flirt aggressively back at him. it would always catch the poor boy off guard, leaving him stunned and blushing standing wherever he was. oftentimes you did it right in the middle of the kitchen, leaving him to deal with the playful teasing of the other workers, walking off to continue doing your job.
you would be the death of him surely.
especially when the sight of you smiling so sweetly at that stupid swordsman causes a painful squeeze in his chest. his grip on the tray he was holding is bruising, and there’s a jealous rage brewing inside of him.
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“hello my name is y/n, and i’ll be your waitress today. can i start you guys with any refreshments?” you flip over a page on your notepad, ready to write down the group's requests. what a charming bunch they were, with just a glance you could tell they really cared for one another.
“i’ll take a beer,” the green haired man speaks up, and you nod with a smile.
“i’ll take two beers, i normally have three but..” he trails off as the woman at the table speaks up.
“i’ll take a water.”
“and a glass of milk!” the endearing boy with a straw hat adds on, his words are muffled by the bun he was still chewing. when coming to greet them you’d brough over a basket of perfectly warmed buns with butter. nodding at them all, your pen into your apron as you repeat back to them.
“three beers, milk and water, coming right up you guys.” you step back with a bow, turning towards the kitchen. doing so you notice your best friend is glaring in your direction, and as you walk back you tilt your head at him. when you get closer you realize his glare wasn't directed towards you, but the swordsman you had taken the order from. he doesn’t even seem to pay you any mind as you approach him, too focused on the table you had just walked away from. when you reach him where he stands in front of the doorway, you snap your fingers in his face. it seems to snap him out of it, and he looks down at you with a charming smile.
“hello my love, what can i do for you?” his hand is placed on your shoulder sweetly. the touch warms your body, but you shake it off to cross your arms.
“what’s up with you, why were you glaring at my table? do you know them?” you gesture back towards your table, and a flush washes over his face when he realizes he’d been caught. he straightens his tie in an attempt to shake off his shame,
“not a clue who they are darling.” your eyebrow raises in suspicion, you’re not buying it. he seems to know you won’t, and he tucks his hand into his pockets as he shrugs.
“you just glare at people you don’t know now sanj?” a pout forms out of frustration. while you were wondering why he was lying to you so blatantly, he was internally swooning at how adorable you looked in that moment, and the sweet way you'd shortend his name. the grip you had over his heart was the strongest in all the seas.
“don’t worry, pretty lady, it’s nothing. now if you’ll excuse me i’ve got my own tables to wait on.” he’s internally scrambling to figure out how to distract you from what he was caught doing, in a moment of boldness (or a crazy attempt to change the subject), he leans down to press a kiss to the side of your head.
the action causes your eyes to almost bulge out of your head as you begin to blush. a smug smile forms on sanji’s face at the sight, he’d never felt more accomplished than he did in that moment. not only had he distracted you, he’d made your face light up all pretty and embarrassed. he winked at you before brushing past you to do his job, pushing open the swinging door into the kitchen behind you.
you’re left in shock trying to wrap your brain around his actions, ‘what had gotten into him?’ as bold and flirtatious as he was, you would have never expected a display like that in front of all the customers.
oh shit, the customers. ‘had anyone seen that? oh gods.’ your hands clench into fists as you attempt to bring yourself back to reality and calm down, and you push past the doors of the kitchen. your eyes are focused on the ground as you collect the drinks needed for your table, placing them all on a tray and balancing them on one hand. you take a moment to breathe in and compose yourself before walking back out into the dining room.
you eyes scan the room and find your favorite blond waiting on a table on the opposite side of the room of your own. his location makes it easy to return to the table without incident, placing down the three beers before the milk and water. with a smile, you tuck the tray under your arm and pull out your notepad again to continue taking their orders. maybe doing your job could distract from the rapid beating in your chest.
“you guys decided on food yet?”
“one of everything!” the boy with a straw hat speaks up, and you quirk your eyebrow. they didn't look like the big spenders you were used too, but it wasn’t really your place to mention that. your smile never slips as you nod, writing it down and once again bowing before you leave. by your luck sanji seems to be waiting for you at the doorway of the kitchen. so much for the idea you had to avoid him until you’d calmed down.
he holds his hand out, offering to take your tray from you. his kind offer brings a smile to your lips, and you decide to shove down whatever inner turmoil was happening and act like what he did hadn’t happened. (he sure was.)
“any interesting orders?” he smiles, quirking a brow at you as you offer him your serving tray. you laugh, holding out your notepad to show him where you had written down ‘one of everything’ sanji’s heart squeezes at how cute your handwriting is, and he can’t help the chuckle. “well it looks like you’ll need some help taking out this order then, love.” the pet name causes the usual skip in your heartbeat, and you smile, nodding in acceptance of his offer for help, pushing past him into the kitchen to get your cooks started on the order of everything.
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the food gets taken out in waves, sanji always accompanying you with an extra plate or two. the table is rather nice about it, they’re always caught up in conversation. even still they thank you for every plate you place down, they seem like genuine people. it warms your heart to see such a close group of friends.
you can’t help but notice the way sanji doesn’t even pay the girl at the table any mind, too busy glaring at the green haired man, his hands lingering on your shoulder or back longer than they needed to. how he’d managed to add on to his unusual behavior, you wouldnt understand.
not that he really had any reason to be placing a tender hand on your back while you were serving guests. the third time it happens you turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow, and he turns to smile down at you sweetly, his hand on your back rubbing up and down. you look at him incredulously, sanji steps back, bowing before walking back towards the kitchen. before he left his gaze lingered on the man longer than should have been acceptable. you have to hold back a frustrated huff, turning back to the table with a plastered smile
“don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything! i hope you enjoy your meal.” you finish off the sentence with a bow, turning to look at the swordsman when he speaks up with a snort. “are you sure, wouldn’t want to make your busboy anymore jealous than he already is?” your eyes widen in confusion, not only at the notion, but the unnecessary insult towards your sanji.
“whatever could you mean.” the whole table turns to you, and the redhead quirks a brow at you, adding on.
“you’re not really that clueless, are you?” your mouth drops open, and a blush begins to cover your cheeks.
“no, i didn’t think i was.”
and then you’re even more confused. what reason would he have to be jealous over you and a random guest? it’s not like the man had even given you the time of day, or you’d even wanted it? all you’d done was take his orders.
the thought feels so impossible, even so it has already quickly begun eating away at your brain and heart. it was the only logical explanation for all his odd behaviors tonight.
sanji vinsmoke, was jealous. over you.
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rafe cameron is so bad for business by sabrina carpenter. before getting together, you were so put together. always organized always on time. now you're always late to events because rafe just wants to stay with his girl a little longer. you rarely see your friends or focus on your schoolwork because he takes up all of your time. everyone questions his intentions with you but they just don't know rafe like you do! he never fails to make your heart flutter with the little gifts he brings you whenever you see him or the sweet words he says when you're tangled up in his bedsheets after he fucks you senseless. he laughs at all your jokes, takes you shopping and buys everything you could ever ask for, he drives you to all your hair and nail appointments all while keeping you all to himself completely isolated from everything else. you are always with him and when you're not you're constantly talking about him. he's just so good to you and you're just so obsessed with him how could you not talk about him all day? all of your friends think you've gone insane but they just don't get it...
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he’s good for my heart but he’s very bad for business…
“It’s not for lack of want, Seb, and get off my tie.”
Seb lets the black tie drop despondently back to the white of Mark’s shirt. He’s sure his mouth is wine stained but he’s fine, he can see clearly - he knows what he wants, and what he wants is his six foot something driver in front of him, who’s growing more irritated every minute that passes.
No, he’s not done. He wants him against a wall or on a couch or fucking anywhere, in the damned elevator at this point. Drunk Sebastian wants to climb Webber like a tree. Tipsy, he’s tipsy. Anyway. Fuck professional boundaries.
“It’s about morals.” Seb huffs a laugh at this, putting a hand on Mark’s bicep. He squeezes once, because the muscle is there and Mark lets him.
“Morals, is that it?”
God, doesn’t this elevator take forever?
“Was it morals you were questioning that night in Venice? Or was that something else?”
The lift might not stop moving but Webber’s chest does, the steady rise and fall stuttering as he swallows. His eyes flit away from Sebastian’s face to straight ahead. “I’ll tell you again, then. You’re my boss and my responsibility. It’s fucked up to even- to entertain this.”
“But those aren’t morals, those are facts.”
“What, even that last part?” Mark is audibly exasperated, visually so when he puts a hand to his face, wiping his brow. He looks to the ceiling as though God will speak to him through the metal container. He won’t.
Seb shrugs. “Yeah, even the last part. We both know what we’re doing.” He grins, all teeth like a hungry shark. Mark is shrimp. This is how it goes.
“What we’re entertaining.”
“You are so, incredibly-.”
Webber doesn’t finish his sentence. They breathe in unison until the speakers ding to say they’ve arrived at their floor. It’s a penthouse suite in the city, one of Sebastian’s favourites for the summer, and Mark’s walking behind him, as always, holding the keycard in his hand, keeping a keen eye on the surroundings. Sebastian’s still a wanted man. He’s still a near victim of assassination.
Not that he even cares right now. All Seb hopes is that his ass looks good in his slacks, before he spins and presses his back against the door, covering the place where the keycard needs to reach.
“Sebastian.”
“Won’t you ever say my name differently?”
“And how do I say it?”
“Like you’re sick of me.”
Mark looks up again. God doesn’t listen or tell him anything. “Isn’t that suggesting something, then?” Too cool off, to chill out. Take a step back.
“You couldn’t be sick of me.” Sebastian blinks upward, ignoring sirens. There’s a moment where the air is far too hot between them, where Mark could, if he so wanted, lean down to kiss him against the door. Seb wants it so much, enough wanting for the both of them, for Mark to give up the pretence he keeps claiming. To give in to Sebastian’s wiles, Webber would call them.
It’s just harmless flirting. Wine drunk. “Let me open the door and get you to bed. You’re drunk and you’re-“
“Open the door then, Webber.”
Professional names spoken aloud, unprofessionally and with glee. Sebastian shifts himself over the door handle further again. It’s a bit uncomfortable against his tailbone but he leans against it nonetheless. Mark doesn’t smile, doesn’t even flinch. He’s got really good at this, which is entirely the opposite of what Seb wants, no, needs.
So Sebastian cranes his neck just an inch, upwards to meet Mark’s glare.
“Mark,” he croons. “Open it.”
There’s a moment where Sebastian thinks he’s taken this too far. That it’s pushed him too far over, into the no-go-forever zone. That Webber’s got a resignation note in his back pocket for the morning.
The fear is aptly broken by Mark’s left hand on his waist, fingers curling to his back, thumb digging in just slightly. It’s not enough to cause pain, and Sebastian begins to laugh, hiding the way his heart jumps at the touch.
“Is that all you’ve-“
Webber shunts him, suddenly, to the side, and holds him firm on the shoulder with his free hand. Sebastian yelps, either from the push or the grab. Maybe both.
In one swift motion, the door beeps with the key card, and Sebastian stumbles back as Mark lets go all of a sudden. Stumbles back, and lands square on his ass.
“Ow. There’s gentler ways to move me.” Mark reaches out a hand, and pulls Sebastian up to his feet. He sighs when they’re face to face again. “You don’t make me gentle.”
“Hah-“ Sebastian brushes himself off, walking to the kitchen island sink to pour himself a glass of water. It’s cool, refreshing to his alcohol sunken throat. He could drink fountains, but Webber is watching, as usual. Waiting to be over and done with him.
“-then what do I make you?” There’s a look that crosses Mark’s face, then, some half mixed cocktail of confusion and clarity.
“Powerless.”
#bad for business#why post long fic when u can post tiny snippets of long fic#sebmark#martian#scribbles
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if you haven’t already go listen to bad for business and think about it through a helnik perspective. it’s so them idk.
#nina zenik#matthias helvar#nina x matthias#matthias x nina#i love helnik the most#helnik#sabrina carpenter#bad for business
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Mental note:
Make sure to never hire one of Prince Harry's therapists.
Apparently instead of helping you they encourage you to spiral so they can make money.
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SABRINA CARPENTER
Bad for Business — emails i can’t send tour
#sabrina carpenter#sabrinacedit#scarpenteredit#dailymusicians#dailymusicqueens#dailymusicedit#musicsourcedaily#femaledaily#usermimi#user3435#my gif#bad for business#emails i can't send tour#concert
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I like that Addisons are slightly humaniod but we all still recognize that something is slightly off about them.
Like so many interpretations of them make them animalistic or off, even by cyberworld standards. It’s so unlike other character like Swatch were they are continuously put in this category of not organic but also vaguely so. They are uncanny and comforting. I’d buy what they are selling but also know it’s a total scam. Even their deals sound vaguely like something a person would need but still so very wrong. We all recognize them but also at the same time don’t fully identify with them.
Gives them a reason they’d need to have the ability to pitch things to lighteners in the first place.
#new headcanon dropped#they are very uncanny and mannequin like and act all peppy and into it#cause if they don’t they freak lighteners out cause imagine in the odd little mannequins at target came to life#and started selling the cloths off their plastic bodies#they canonically are just that#or just like shadows of things lighteners like#either way we know something about them is off and they try hard to avoid you recognizing that#bad for business#also prob why spam suffered cause Elbe couldn’t get it until the phone told him#undertale#deltarune#utdr#addisons deltarune#deltarune headcanon#the addisons#Addisons#Addison
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emails i can’t send (2/2)
sabrina carpenter
#emails i can't send#bet u wanna#bet u wanna lyrics#nonsense#nonsense lyrics#fast times#fast times lyrics#skinny dipping#skinny dipping lyrics#bad for business#bad for business lyrics#decode#decode lyrics#sabrina carpenter#emails i can't send album#myedits
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begging carpenters to not even mention joshua basset's name after emails I can't send comes out beacause
Going into Sabrina's private life is creepy as fuck
That man has been through absolute HELL I'm not even joking, death threats constantly having both his childhood sa and coming out mocked. Accused of queerbaiting and that he was 'faking it'. He was called a cheater because people decided to start rumors not to mention him I don't know... ALMOST FUCKING DYING! I am begging you guys to let. This. Die. Now.
Please don't spread rumors, people thought these rumors and practically wrecked both sabrina and Joshua's carreers and images
I need you to understand that these two dressed up as shark boy and lava girl and went to lunch together that's it!
And lastly stan culture SUCKS don't participate in it.
#Este.txt#Anyway just please don't#Email I cant send#Sabrina carpenter#Vicious#Fast times#Bet u wanna#Beacuase I liked a boy#Read your mind#Emails I cant send#Tornado warning#Because I liked a boy#Already over#How many things#Nonsense#Skinny dipping#Bad for business#Decode
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Bad For Business - Sabrina Carpenter
#bad for business#sabrina carpenter#emails i can’t send#lyrics#music#songs#albums#bands#song#album#art#artwork#folklore#all caps lyrics#poetry#pink#paramore#quotes#quote#quoteoftheday#romance#relationship#lana del rey#high school musical#taylor swift#sad#stranger things#typography#tattoos#the last of us
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bad for business
hi!! this is my second attempt at writing since middle school- so excuse me for it being so short/bad lol!! i had started recently watching one piece with my boyfriend and then the live action came out and i fell even more head over heels in love with sanji
this is a result of that
no warnings!
word count: 620
opla! sanji x f!reader
songfic-> bad for business by sabrina carpenter
CONTINUATION (but also not a part 2) jealousy, jealousy
life on the baratie wasn’t always easy, lovely nonetheless. you couldn’t imagine trading it for anything, even if it meant having to watch your flirtatious crush work his magic on every lady in the room.
good for his heart..
sanji vinsmoke is a flirt. no one talks sweeter than the young chef with dreams of the all blue.
“now what for the lovely mademoiselle?”
his voice floats through the air with a charm none could replicate. you don't even have to turn your head to know the question was paired with a charming smile. he might have even winked at the girl.
her flustered giggle fills the air as she blushes up at the blonde. ordering with a smile like she’s won the lottery, her blue eyes lock on him as he retreats to the kitchen for the wine requested.
with a chuckle and and shake of your head, you continue clearing the table in front of you. the tall blonde man was quite the smooth talker, and did a wonderful job to keep the woman with deep pockets coming back. so who were you to complain that he was so sweet?
his heart was already spoken for.
…but very bad for business
you’re no stranger to the lustful stares of the restaurant guests, and have learned to mostly turn a blind eye to them. though, every once in a while a girl takes it a little too far with him.
as you walk by her table, tray full of food in hand, you can’t help but notice her heated stare. it wasn’t directed at you, but your best friend speaking to another round table of guests. slightly on guard, you continue on towards table 6, smiling sweetly at the brunette man who winks at you as you place the ribs down on the table in front of him.
“I didn’t realize Baratie had started hiring models? how much do they pay a pretty thing like you huh?”
you feign bashfulness, looking off to the side with a giggle.
“not enough you make it seem”
of course you’re more than used to the gross things some of the guests would utter about you (to your face nonetheless); so you knew to brace yourself a bit. but the man doesn’t escalate any further, shaking his head with a laugh that hints to you the size of the tip you’ll be getting. you turn back to him, once again smiling and telling him to let you know if they needed anything else, tucking your tray under your arm and walking back towards the kitchen.
all of my friends think i've gone crazy-
“that blonde at table 8 seems to have her eye on you-” you jest, walking up to sanji with a waggle of your eyebrows. he scoffs at you, a smile forming as he winks
“doesn’t every woman who walks into the restaurant?” he brushes past you, placing a hand on your shoulder to steady himself as he goes. you find yourself turning your head to follow his movement, grabbing onto his hand and using it to pull him closer. he seems surprised when you tug him down to your level to whisper in his ear.
“i'm sure i could show you a better time than she could” a wink finished off your flirty statement. it’s a it of a struggle to hold in the satisfied giggle, and you walk back off to go take another table’s order.
sanji’s face is dusted with a pretty pink as he stares after you, not that you would have been able to notice.
you would also fail to hear the teasing of some of the kitchen staff after you left,
“damn casanova, i’ve never seen you left so speechless”
“she’s gonna give you a run for your money lover boy!”
there was a way only you could make his heart race.
-but they don't know me like my babyyy
#opla#opla sanji x reader#opla sanji#one piece#one piece x reader#vinsmoke sanji x y/n#sanji x reader#sanji#vinsmoke sanji#fluff#jealousy#flirting#reader insert#bad for business
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Sabrina Carpenter - emails i can't send
#sabrina carpenter#emails i can't send#how many things#nonsense#bet u wanna#read your mind#already over#bad for business#tornado warnings
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i keep on thinking abt chris's reactions to certain nonsense outros (boyfriend!chris x singer!reader btw)
tbh i don’t listen to sabrina like that lmao i only know some of her outros
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all of my friends think i’ve gone crazy…
Sebastian sinks his head further into his sweating hands. “Shut up. Seriously, Lewis, he’ll hear.”
Laughs from around the table, from the booth that Sebastian’s friends have decided to take up. He won’t hear, but it’s a nice excuse. He elbows Lewis either way, spills a bit of his drink onto the table, where it’ll now lie sticky.
They’re situated at a quieter corner, and Seb sits right at the back, looking out onto the bar, where Webber is stood. He sips on a pint and keeps glancing to Seb’s table, keeping a ‘close eye from a distance,’ as agreed. It’s driving him nuts.
“No, honestly. You’re like Whitney Houston, and he’s Kevin Costner.” Seb raises his eyebrow at Jenson’s reference and his pointing back and forth. He’s red in the face, beside himself with the entire situation. “And-“
Oh god, now he’s singing ‘I Will Always Love You’ at the top of his voice. It’s not a good rendition. His friends roar and wolf whistle, and Sebastian wants to die a bit more at the sound. He laughs but it doesn’t quite come out right.
It’s at this entirely opportune moment that Webber tilts his head towards the table, and makes eye contact with Seb. He grimaces, gestures with his hands wildly at Jenson near falling off his chair in laughter, and Webber smirks, brings the glass up in a ‘cheers’ motion. Sebastian gives him the V’s, and he chuckles, turns his attention back towards the door.
With the crowd numbing to a blind, singular noise, Sebastian lets himself admire Mark Webber, just for a moment. There’s more references being made to 90s rom-coms that he doesn’t care to react to, so he lets himself look.
There’s the way he towers over most of the people around him, scrambling for a drink. There’s the way he stands, casual but there’s something ready, trigger happy under his skin.
There’s the way that he’s not built particularly broad, but considering what happened, there must be some strength under the plain black tees he chooses to wear, day in and day out. That’s what he’s there for, he supposes.
Sebastian lets himself reminisce upon it, on day old memories of Webber behind him, hand gripping his bicep, steering him forward towards a clearing in the crowd, away from flashing cameras and bumbling paps. Webber’s voice, assertive behind him, his other arm stretched out to push stray reporters out of the way.
Sebastian feels a little flustered all over again. Maybe he should cause a scene to get Webber’s hands on him again, his body so close; and other crazed thoughts by Sebastian, tipsy and surrounded by mocking squawks. He’ll use that as an excuse - he’s only a product of his environment, none of these ideas are his own, logical creations.
Again, Webber quickly looks up from across the room, straight at Sebastian, and he feels as though he’s been caught. Surely his talents stop at reading minds. He mouths, “You okay?” and Sebastian pauses, because he is a little overwhelmed. It’s a lot to lip read across a bar, though, so he just nods instead.
“You sure?” And he carries on nodding, gives Webber a little hand waving motion to read, ‘go away.’ He smiles and rolls his eyes, and again, his attention is back to the other patrons of the bar, scanning for potential threats.
What would it take for him to linger? Immediately, Sebastian feels like shaking the thought from his mind, as soon as it crept in. Stupid, romanticised thoughts of this ridiculous situation. It’s not valid representation of how he feels about it all, which is, very annoyed.
“Sebastian and, fuck, what’s his name again?” Jenson looks so excited by his next words that Sebastian worries he might wet himself.
“Webber,” Seb resigns, and gets ready for the children’s playground rhyme.
“Sebastian and Web-ber, sitting in a tree-“
Fucking hell.
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Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice...
because i liked a boy: Promotional Poster [CONCEPT]
#sabrina carpenter#emails i can't send#because i liked a boy#edit#art#graphic design#music video#concept#mockup#photoshop#concert#nonsense#bilab#already over#tornado warnings#bad for business#poster#lyrics#vswiftedits
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