Fashionista Dreams

Janet Van Dyne || 18

Let me stop you right there. Don't call me Janet. Only my mother calls me Janet. Call me Jan. My mom hates it. I'm not here to be a debutant, I'm here to follow my dreams and have whatever kind of fun I want. As long as you don't stand in my way, we'll get along just fine.

[Independent RP blog for a teenage Janet Van Dyne]

teenanthonystark:

totallynottinkerbell:

 “….yeah well…..I guess you have a point.” She muttered, holding his hand tightly and chewing on her lip. “Alright. If you say so.” She said, offering him a smile. Closing her eyes as he brushed his lips over hers, she leaned in to give him a deeper kiss and nodded. “Can we just get a mattress and go home?” She asked, “I’m exhausted.” 

Winking at her, he pushed at her softly, nodding. “Yeah. Yeah we can. I can go pay for the most expensive on in there or you can go chose it. Which one?” Tony kissed her again, running his fingers through her hair and tugging softly, leaning back and opening his door, grabbing his wallet.

“Doesn’t really matter me to.” She smirked, leaning into him. “The second I actually touch one, I’m gonna fall asleep.” She muttered, reaching to open the door and holding back a yawn. “Thank you. By the way. No idea what I’d do without you…”

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