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thelittleboyfromloveactually · 2 years

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the stewardess

Pt. 4

chris evans x reader

word count: 1892

prompt: you and chris finally get some alone time

warnings: implies smut (no actual smut) blood, fighting, cussing, fluff

Authors note: sorry this took an eternity, i had a huge test this week. But anyway! I hope u enjoy this chapter! Thanks for the support! We’re just getting started

According to Chris, RDJ and Anthony had gone into town for the day and wouldn’t be back till late. Technically that ment me and the staff had the day off once we finished everything up. Which wasn’t much. But of course chris was still here and that ment we were still on shift. I am not complaining though, if I could have chosen anyone to stay behind it would have been Chris.

I finished my huge plate of pancakes and Chris was immediately rushing me to get ready. He kept insisting we go for a swim.

“Come on hurry up and get ready! It’s not fun swimming alone” he complained

I gave in of course and went downstairs to put on my red life guard like bathing suit. I came out and Chris was chilling on the couch in his blue board shorts. He stood up quickly when i walked in. His eyes trailed down my body. Taking in every inch of me. I cleared my throat. Yeah i definitely liked the idea of him eye fucking me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what Robert had said the other day about how i was his stewardess. Chris was a huge celebrity and I was, well I was the help.

“Right” he cleared his throat too, refocusing himself “shall we” he began walking toward the nose of the boat. I followed

“Ladies first” he said raising his eyebrows and stepping aside.

“What a gentleman” I smiled before diving perfectly into the ocean. But when i came up, Chris was no where to be see. He wasn’t in the water and I couldn’t see him on the deck. Then suddenly

“GERONIMOOOOOOO!” He ran and jump off doing a flip on the way down. He landed right next to me, splashing me right in the face. He came up laughing.

“How was that?”

“That was……” he ruffled his hair with his hand. God. “Not nearly as good as mine was yesterday, youre messy”

“Ha ha youre jealous” he teased

“Oh babe in you dreams” I teased back

“Well speaking of dreams” he continued “about what you said earlier, i would understand if you wanted to tell you friends we did”

“Did what?”

“Had sex. I know it’s probably something you have been DrEaMiNg about ever since I got here. And I’m sure it’s an ego boost.”

I was speechless “what? Uh-wha-ha-um” I didn’t know what to say “Wha-why? Why would i tell them that?”

“Like i said, ego boost” he said winking

“Ha Um no. I-i don’t need to tell them that- I would never”

“Oh so you don’t want to have sex with me?” He pushed

“Wha-no-I mean. No! What? Sorry. Well. Yes. Wait! No! No I do not!” Fuck my life

He nodded “I see” he swam over and grabbed my waist, pulling me into him, he whispered “use your words” a shiver ran down my spine as the flashes of my dream came back to me. I was quiet, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t allow my self to speak. The. He broke out laughing “HAHAHA im just joking with you! Jeez! You really need to wake up!” He pulled away. Yeah come on. Wake up Y/N. “Come on let’s get out and play some pool or smth.” He began to swim for the ladder. My body was still in shock. He hands on my bare body. His lips whispering words into my ear. Jesus.

We climbed out and dried off.

“I’m gonna go. I have work to get done” I said

“Wait what? No come on!” He ran after me and grabbed my wrist. “Please, just one round of pool”

I sighed “ok fine. But you’re gonna regret this. Remeber I practically live on this boat so I am pretty good at pool.”

“Oh yeah?” He looked at me skepticaly

I nodded

“Alright then” he handed me a poll “prove it”

I smirked and lined up ready to break but he stopped me before I could even hit the ball. “No no. See your doing all wrong already.” He placed his poll against the table and walked over to me. He hands slid down my arms. His body completely took over mine. He directed my hands so I was holding it correctly. His bulge rubbed against my ass. We were both still slightly wet and in bathing suits. I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Relax” he said and i did “ok, now shoot” and I did. I turned around to face him. His hands still trapped me. I looked at his lips. “Beautiful job” he said

“What the fuck!” We turned around. The unwanted guest interrupting us yet again. “I told you not to touch her!” Collin yelled, he walked over to us angerly “I said don’t try shit! You fucking dick wad!” BAM! Collin punched Chris right in the face. This bitch.

Chris stumbled back and then went right at him. Chris obviously had advantage because of his size and training in stunts he had for captian america. I’m less than a minute chris was on top of collin and was pinning his hands down. “STOP!” He yelled “I am not going to fight you!”

“Get. The fuck. Off. Of me.” Said collin looking right into Chrises eyes. Chris did. He got off and him and collin got up quickly. “Fuck you! Y/n i new you were a bitch but I never took you for a slut too.” That was it

“What did you just say to me?” I asked

“You heard me. Slut.” Now it was my turn to punch collin. I walked up to him and slapped him and punched him right in the nose. “ you bitch! You broke my nose!” He yelled coving you his now bloody nose

“It’s called karma and it’s pronounced ha ha ha” then, he punched me back

Chris ran toward me “DID YOU JUST PUNCH HER?! WHAT THE HELL MAN!” Chris held me in his arms, he looked at collin as if he would kill him right then and there. Of course, being a man he again acted on his emotions in a violent manner. He let me go and suddenly Chris and collin were fighting again. Rolling around on the ground kicking and punch eachother like two year olds.

“Stop!” I screamed “please! Guys come one! Stop it!” They didn’t. I tryed to pry them apart but it didn’t work “please!” My voice cracked “stop it!” When still they didn’t listen I decided I needed to do something to get their attention. So, I walked away and slammed the door to the bathroom. I heard the noise stop and then some more arguing. After about 5 minutes I heard footsteps coming toward the tiny bathroom I had locked myself in.

“y/n it’s me” it was chris “can i come in” i sighed and opened the door. His face was bloody. I turned around and opened the door under the sink to get the first aid kit. “What are you doing?” He asked

I held up the red and white box. He nodded and began to walk over to the couch. I began to think about how we would explain this to RDJ. Chris sat down and i sat next to him. I opened the box and took out the needed supplies. I then realised that I didn’t have any water to clean the blood off of his face.

“I’ll be right back” i said getting up

“Wait where are you going?” I looked back at him. He looked like a lost puppy dog.

“Your face is bloody, I need water to clean it off”

“Well I can just take a shower. How about that?” He smiled

“Alright sure, I’ll wait here.”

“Or, since you have a little blood on your face too, maybe you could take a shower too”

“It’s not good to have more than one shower going at the same time”

He laughed “yeah I know, that’s why you could just get in with me”

My stomach filled with butterflies. I was quiet for a second. I thought through it and then said: “ok, lead the way”

Is it a mistake? Maybe, but there is only one way to find out. This could end up being an epic love story.

We walked upstairs to his bathroom. He closed the door behind us and I started the shower. When I turned around, he was naked except for his underwear. I froze. Again.

“Your turn” he said walking toward me.

I was still in my bathing suit. “I’ll just get in in this”

“Suit yourself” he stepped into the steaming shower and winced at the feeling of the hot water on his cuts.

I stepped in front of him. He studied my face. I looked at him. Bruised and bloody he was still beautiful. I used my thumb to wipe off some dried blood from his cheek. I stepped closer to him, looking at his lips once again, my brain filled with thoughts. Then, suddenly, my brain went blank. His lips were on mine. He was kissing me. I kissed him back and our lips and bodies became one. His hands roamed my body. We pulled apart. Eyes locked. He embraced me in a huge bear hug. Squeezing me, holding me tightly. As if I could slip away at any second. He let go of me and just stared into my eyes. Then, he kissed me again. The shower was still blazing hot but it didn’t matter. The feeling of his lips on mine was beautiful. My hands found the elastic of his boxers and began toying with it and he kissed me. My hand began to slide down under them but then his hand stopped me. He whispered into my ear

“Not right now baby” he said and then began kissing down my neck and jawline. We stayed there. In that shower for what seemed like an eternity.

We got out and formulated a plan then Chris was feeling I’ll and therefore was confined to his room. They wouldn’t see the fresh bruises and would be gone before he woke up the next morning. As for the cut on my cheek: I fell out of bed this morning. Stupid but what were they gonna do? When they arrived I explained the situation or at least our formulated version of it. They didn’t seem too concerned. Once they were locked in their rooms for the night I went to get Chris. I knocked on his door.

“Chris, they are asleep” the door opened immediately

“Hi” he said smiling

“Hi” i smiled back

We walked down the stairs into the living room. The weather was perfect. The warm air mixed with the cool ocean nighttime breeze.

We sat down on the couch. I cuddled into his strong arms.

“We never got to find out who was the best at pool” he said, playing with my hair.

I sighed “tomorrow we’ll have a rematch”

He smiled “sounds like a plan”

I yawned “long day”

“Yeah” he nodded staring out into the harbour “long day”

I fell asleep in his arms. That night was dreamless. I had never slept so well on a boat. And feeling his arms around me made me not want to ever sleep any other way again.

Pt. 5

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k--havok · 1 year

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Woah… I’m like 6 followers away from 100 which is absolutely insane to me bc I never imagined this blog getting that far tbh

Work is still a pain but I do want to do some small celebration-thingy I think. I’ll probably do a raffle and the winner will get a free drawing/moodboard of some kind from me of an OC of their choice.

At least smth like that. Could also always award writing or something writing related as well. We shall see.

#shutuplanx

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seelestia · 1 year

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The way I'm genuinely holding myself back from spoiling your gift cuz I just wanna show it to you already (even if it ain't even finished yet lmao-)

Aaaaaaaanyway- It's december 1st liaaaaaa, the christmas cheer is up and running! (for me tho, christmas started back in december lmao) and i just can't wait 'til it's christmas break :''D

fr tho since christmas just so happens to be the same day as my birthday- the only thing I'm grateful for in it being the same day is that, whenerver someone wishes me a happy birthday, I get to say merry christmas and a thank you, instead of a just an awkward bow and thanks :''D (why are birthdays so awkward fr)

Regarding Christmas in general tho, do you think in genshin- they have christmas? Because if we really think about it logically, Christmas shouldn't be real in genshin because the entire day is centered around the birth of Jesus Christ. I can understand if maybe Mondstadt would celebrate a similar holiday- but instead of Christmas it's just a holiday to have a warm feast with family and friends (just strip all the christianity out of it lol) but idk, what do u think of this weird ass headcanon :'D

here's japanese scara for your soul and here's a hill i will die on - Ever so sincerely yours, 👹✨ Jae <3

it's time for you to behave and practice self-control and stop persuading me to turn to the dark side (/j) but deffo, take your time with it~ gl, seeing your enthusiasm abt the gift makes me wanna cherish it more than i already do BUT i shall wait! ik i'm gonna lose my mind over it anyway 😔🫶 (/pos)

LMAOOOO the fact that your birthday is on the 25th comes in clutch when it comes to responding to greetings, huh?? fr tho, at least, it adds an extra smth to the usual "thank you" ✨ also, i'm excited for your birthday too because... hehehehe.

oooo, that's a nice thought! hmm, since christmas is centered around the birth of jesus christ, but maybe there's smth like that in snezhnaya (aka the nation of cryo) where they celebrate the tsaritsa's birthday?? tho, i'm not sure what sort of relationship the tsaritsa has with her people because from dainsleif said, "she is a god with no love left for her people, nor do they have any left for her. her followers only hope to be on her side when the day of her rebellion against the divine comes at last." — so, i can't really be sure but it'd still be really cool if genshin has an event similar to christmas! (thanks, jae, i have once again dived into genshin lore and it is so. fjkekkskf the archons and celestia fascinate me /pos)

#AND SCARA'S JP VA IS SOOOOOO hhhhhh #+ TRUE. hoyoverse is gaslight gatekeeping girlboss at the wrong time with venti's lore like 😮‍💨#ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest jae! 👹✨

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saeyoungchoismaid · 3 years

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YALL MY ONE YEAR OF PLAYING OBEY ME IS TMRW!!!!!!!!!!

#should i do smth to celebrate??#obey me #obey me shall we date #Obey me swd #obey me asks #asks #anon asks

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padfootdaredmetoo · 3 years

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Hi!! I was wondering if maybe you could write a Wade x plus size reader? Maybe she’s an ex pro thief and gets put with him for a mission or smth?? I got no idea man just have fun with it aye

Thank you for the request!!!!! Sorry for the wait!

I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be dirty or not so I sectioned that part off in case it's not what you're looking for :)

You are my first ever request! So, thank you, thank you, thank you, and I hope you enjoy it <3

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Thieving, being exceptionally attractive while doing it. Wade on his best behaviour, Smut is sectioned off.

You haven't accepted a mission in 4 years.

You got out of the business and left those “friends” and “friend circles” behind you after you scored your dream internship. 4 years and you were running your own team and writing a semi successful blog. It was a quiet life, and you enjoyed it immensely. You liked your team members, and you felt they found you a fair and caring boss. Your cat Mr. Sparkles was a healthy weight and had finally committed to using the litter box.

You don't know why you answered when he called you, you don’t know why you agreed to such fuckery. But here you were pulling out a familiar black box out of the bottom of your cluttered closet. You picked it up and placed it on your bed. The dark colour contrasted with your bright and colourful décor. Something you found oddly reflective, once you moved on from that part of your life nothing was dark. Everything in your apartment was covered by color and patterns that made you happy.

You opened the box. You and Mr. Sparkles looked at the contents like there was a wild octopus about to come flying out of it.

“It was the right thing to do.” You said out loud. “And it's going to pay well.”

Pulling the tight outfit over your curves felt better than you thought it would. You figured that it would cause you panic or anxiety. Instead you felt a wave of confidence looking yourself over in the mirror that hung on the back of your bedroom door. Normally you were covered in bright flowy clothes, that's what you liked. Your whole life was built upon being invisible since you were little. Now that you were in charge every day was a celebration in its own way. However this made you feel sexy, the outfit was sleek and left nothing to the imagination. Pulling your long hair into a tight french braid you were ready to get out there and do some thieving.

You kissed Mr. Sparkles and gave your aloe vera plant a light touch on your way out the window. It was a hot summer night and the air was muggy. These were your favorite kinds of nights to sit out on the fire escape, have some drinks, read books, and watch the city. It was lonely, but enjoyable nonetheless.

You got up to the roof and plotted your course to the impossible house. You misstepped a couple of times before falling into your usual rhythm. You contemplated whether you were doing this because the small piece of art should be with the family it belongs too. Or if you were doing this because you had some kind of Ocean’s 11 complex that kept you hungry for such challenges. It was an impossible place to break into, the floor of the old house containing the art work was covered with laser security. A piece of knowledge that should make your stomach flip, but only makes your heart feel funny.

You got yourself into position on the roof of the low building that was across the street, you took a few minutes to survey and eventually came to the conclusion that conditions were perfect. You made your way to the 3rd floor balcony. You knew of the owner’s, an awfully cruel man and his lover. They were asleep on the 5th floor of the house. Well, city mansion? Whatever, the point is it didn't feel like a home, it felt like something a royal family would keep when they came to visit. Lots of expensive art and velvet curtains. Massive gold and crystal chandeliers hung from mirrored ceilings framed with fancy crown molding. You did your research in the few hours you had after the job request had come in, there was a - *insert super fancy techno security laser system name here.* And it was said to be unbeatable. No gymnast or other cat-like thief had been able to tango with it. You had been challenged by its precursors but had got out of the game by the time this puppy had made it out on the market.

You picked the lock on the double doors, and slid past the heavy curtains and disabled the basic alarm system for the floor. Surveying the area you saw the lasers slowly dancing like it was a Pink Floyd tribute at the local planetarium. (something you attend regularly) You took a deep breath and got ready to disco your way across the floor to the small framed painting of a sun set. You put a headphone in and set the song *put on a song you would rob a bank to*. You began the journey. People often felt that your size and shape made you incompetent or ungraceful. You learned early on in life not to listen to stupid people say stupid things. You were the best, perhaps because you weren't afraid to look stupid or ridiculous. You bended and snapped, ducked and dodged, twirled and flipped. And just like that you reached your target. The second you lifted it off the wall, the lasers stopped. You pulled your knife and twirled around ready for a fight. What you saw was not what you expected, across the room none other than Wade freaking Wilson was looking at you.. Normally you hated being stared at like that, but he was a “friend” you found particularly challenging to leave behind. The whites of his mask were wide. After making a whole bunch of strange gestures with his hands, he held up a finger motioning you to be quiet. He disappeared towards what you figured would be the staircase going up to the next floor. If he gave you a clear shot at an exit you knew he had trouble with him. So you took your out.

You got back up on the rooftop across the street, you grabbed the bag you left there and secured the painting. You pulled out a large black piece of cotton and tossed it around your shoulders like a shall. This made your outfit look less stealth and more passion for leather/night out on the town. Making your way down the fire escape on the side of the building you saw the target house explode.

I guess Wade hasn't changed any.

You picked up the pace feeling anxious to get to Sister Margrets. Making your way through the city unnoticed, you went into the shitty establishment through the alleyway door. You wasted no time moving through the hallway into the servers entrance spitting you out behind the bar. You kept by the entrance which kept you out of sight, you didn't want to see any more friends tonight. Weasel jumped when he turned around and saw you there looming in the shadows, spilling the drink he had just made.

“Fuck” He quickly remade the drink then moved back to where you were standing. He had a large envelope of cash for which you handed him the back pack. You felt slightly relieved.

“Hey I know you moved on, but thanks for this.”

“No problem”

You turned around and went out the way you came in. Opening the door that leads back to the alley way, you notice a very large and slightly singed body blocking your exit.

“Stay for a drink?” His voice caused something in you to stir. Something you were not going to explore.

“Sorry Wade but no can do” You pushed past him and began walking down the street.

“Pretty pleaseeeee” he said with a sing song voice. You tried not to smile. He caught up to you so he was walking beside you. “If your not a big drinker anymore we could go for diner, tacos!, Sushi, chicken nuggets, you always loved a good chicken nugget” You tuned him out as he kept chattering a list of every food he could remember eating together. You had to figure out somewhere to go as you weren't leading him back to your apartment. Going in random directions, he spoke up.

“I know you live on *Insert cute street name here*”

“What the fuck Wilson?”

“Well you disappeared and I wanted to make sure you weren't being unalived. This means if we head back to yours we can do take out and homemade drinks, which in my opinion is much better anyway. I make the best margaritas in the city.”

You started the walk back towards your apartment. Trying desperately to come up with a way to leave him at the front of the building. The thought of him in your very personal, very colourful, even bordering on childish apartment made you unbelievably anxious. Every time you looked over at his slightly charred body you couldn't help a strange feeling welling up inside you. You got to the front door to the building and turned to look up at him. There was a long pause as you struggled for words.

“It's alright. It was a nice walk.” You could hear the layers of sadness underneath his tone. You were going to tell him that it was a nice walk and that maybe one day when things were better for you they could get that drink. Then you were going to threaten him into keeping everything a secret.

“I don't have stuff for margaritas.” The wrong words left your mouth but for a fleeting moment you actually didn't want him to leave.

“Are you sure?” Hey sounded very serious which caught you off guard and confused you a little.

“Yeah, normally I just drink stuff out of a can” You were terrible at mixing drinks, they were always way too sweet and strong and lead to trouble. Wade gave a big laugh. “Are you okay to pick up the stuff if I get changed?”

“You betcha.” He did a twirl, blew you a kiss, then headed down the street.

You dashed up to your apartment and started to hide your more personal stuff. Grabbing an armful of clean laundry off the couch, tossing it into an empty bin in the closet. You were so busy trying to hide your stuffed animals and random fan art, that you didn't notice him standing in the fire escape landing looking at you from the large open window.

“Damn. This was not what I was expecting.” He said, sounding surprised. “This isn't what your old place looked like at all”

“Uh” Your face got hot and you refused to look at him. “I ah don't have people over so um yeah. You can go now.”

“Nonononononono. This is a huge bit of progress from everything being varying shades of grey and uncomfortable.” Wade took the place in as he made his way to your kitchen. Placing the big brown bags on the counter top, and sliding the blender out from against the bright backsplash.

"Uh I'm going to get cleaned up. Help yourself to everything." You ran into the bathroom and freshened up and were very grateful to be out of the leather and into your summer pj's. They were more on the revealing side but you never found Wade the type to care or be creepy.

Coming out you found him very comfortable whirling around the kitchen. It looked like he had made a giant frying pan of pad thai and the blender was full. Turning around to see you he picked you up and sat you on the counter top like you were nothing more than a bottle of the many sauces he currently had out. He handed you one of your favorite rainbow glasses filled with margarita. Your brain was still trying to calm down from him picking you up like that.

"Thanks" you said with an even redder face.

"No problem, hot stuff" he divided the food into two plates, you led him out to sit on the fire escape with you. It was a sacred space, it felt weird to be there with a real live person. After the most delicious plate of food ever, many drinks, and laughs about the good old days things quieted down leaving a thick tension between the two of you. You realized you owed him an apology of sorts.

"Wade, I'm sorry I didn't give you a proper goodbye. I just had a life of running and I couldn't risk anyone fucking me over again."

"It's alright babe. I understand why you did it." His voice was low and sad and it made your heart hurt. You didn't want the night to end.

"Thanks for keeping my place here a secret."

"No problem. Do you think mayyybe now that I know about your situation we could do this again sometime?"

"You have no idea how nice that would be." You really meant it having him around was the most fun you'd had in a very long time. You didn't have to pretend or beat around the bush about anything with Wade. Nothing was too dark or silly or messed up.

"Well I guess this is my cue." He made to stand up but you grabbed his knee without thinking.

"Uh if you want to. You could also stay for a while." He turned his head to the side, bright eyes looking you over. "You could take a shower and I've definitely got a shirt and some boxers I could lend you." His eyes got wider. "They're mine. They're really…. comfy…" you would never understand how he made you so embarrassed.

"Uh, not sure about that… it just…" he motioned to the rest of his body.

"I've seen your face. It won't bother me" you looked up at him with empathetic eyes, part of you hoping that maybe they came across as bedroom eyes. You gave yourself a mental slap.

"If you're uncomfortable, that's okay too." You said, giving him a kind smile. You could tell there was an internal battle. So you gave him a minute.

"Alright that sounds nice. It's a fucking mess under here tho."

You went into your bathroom and found your gentlest scent free soap and a soft towel. Then into your room to find a giant t-shirt and your biggest pair of boxer shorts.

You put it into a nice pile in the bathroom.

"Okay there's some nice soap, it's natural scent free, made of angel's tears or some shit and a clean towel and clothes in there for you."

Wade shifted around you into the bathroom. "Thanks"

You flopped onto your bed and looked up at your glow star collection that littered the ceiling. You heard the water start running and you closed your eyes. Until your herd some very loud and off key Britney Spears. You couldn't help but laugh. Soon enough he was out and flopped onto the bed next to you.

"Man this is the best sleepover ever."

"If this has been your best sleepover with a chick I feel sorry for you. And her." You joked.

"Sorry enough for a pity cuddle." You know what the look he gave you meant. He was testing the waters to see what kind of night this was gonna be. You couldn't help but feel the need to challenge it.

"We could cuddle… or we could do other stuff then cuddle." You'd thought of all the reasons this was a bad idea. But voices weren't loud enough over the sound of your heart beating. He leaned in closer, fingers brushing your cheek.

"You sure that's not a margaritas talking?"

"Very sure." You said eyes locked with his.

"Why now?" It was a good question. One you had to think about.

"I don't think I ever was really myself. Like I was as much of myself as I could be while hurting that much. Now I'm happy and I enjoy things differently"

"Hmmm I noticed that. I think I got to know you more in the past few hours than I had when we were friends. You actually laugh now. At jokes and not just crazy like when things are exploding" he moved his hand to run through your hair and you couldn't hold back a soft moan. It had been so very long since someone had touched you.

You felt his lips press into your forehead. You'd thought about Wade before but he was in a relationship, then she died, and Wade wasn't himself for a long time. You'd figured if you were something he wanted he'd make it clear considering the dude flirted with everyone. You'd always had a secret fear that maybe you went his type. Vanessa was short and very tiny, other than her you were only sure of one other and that was Cable, who was serious, fit, tall, and massive. You were a good height and curvy as all hell. Suddenly you felt self conscious. But then he put his hands on either side of your face tilting your head up to meet his. You opened your eyes and they focused in on his lips. They were so close it caused the air in your lungs to get stuck.

"You're pretty quiet. You sure you wanna try to do other things. We can jump right to cuddling if that's better for right now?"

You looked up to meet his eyes.

"Is that what you want?" You tried your best to have it come out casually.

"Not really."

Your eyes migrated back down to his lips and you shuffled closer. You wanted to kiss him so badly you felt like your body was on fire.

"You can take whatever you want baby"

******************PSA: Dirty stuff below ;)*********************

That's all the permission you needed. You moved in and softly pressed your lips into his, then took things deeper. It didn’t take much for your breathing to become ragged, you were trying desperately to take the kiss further.

Eventually you bit his bottom lip and whimpered, finally he agreed, his hands tightened on your face and your tongues started to battle it out. You wanted to win, so you moved to straddle him. Finally accomplishing some friction between the two of you, you could feel your panties sliding against your wet folds. This only lasted for a few glorious seconds, before he flipped you on to your back quickly moving to pin your arms above your head.

He started moving south leaving a red hot trail of destruction behind him. There was only so much your tank top would allow, Wade seemed very content palming your right breast while biting on the flesh beneath your left collar bone. You on the other hand wanted your goddamn clothes off.

You tried to break his grip and moaned when you realized such a task would only be accomplished by hurting him. He really had you trapped there, a piece of knowledge that only made you want your clothes off more. His grip on your breast tightened and his smirking lips took a long pull on the hardened nub that was poking up benthe the cotton of your top. You couldn't help your back arching. Finally, after paying respects to your other breast, he pulled back to look at you. He squeezed your wrists.

“Stay”

God he was so bossy. Something that divided you internally. A part of you wanted to push it, see how hard he would dig into you, and the other part was desperate to behave and be good. You decided you would be good, for now. He sat up, leaning back on his knees in between your legs. Slowly his fingers brushed across the soft skin of your stomach, then his hands ran up along your torso taking your shirt with them. Feeling his scarred hands trail lightly across you sent shivers through your body. You felt him cup and knead your breasts for a moment before pulling your top over your head. He took a long look at you which made you feel delicious. No one had ever pulled out this side of you before. Kissing down your stomach he stopped at the waistband of your shorts. He took your left leg and used it to flip you over, somehow taking your shorts off at the same time. There you were ass up naked and loving every second of it. His big hands came down to smack your ass, a loud noise of please ran out of your mouth along with most of the air in your lungs. Enjoying the response he did it again then started kneading the flesh.

“Fuck you are so fucking sexy.” You felt his hands slide down to grip the tops of your thighs. You arched your back further resting your head on the bed. “Good girl.” The words hit you like a bullet but before you had time to find your footing his hot mouth was all over you wet folds.

His skilled tongue painting some kind of masterpiece, he was touching you everywhere but where you really desperately wanted it. But this seemed to be the way he operated, and you weren't complaining. After feeling like he had been everywhere, he started to circle that tight ball of nerves and you couldn't help but let out a shout. Pleasure was ripping through your body, things were starting to get hot and tight inside you, when all of a sudden those glorious lips closed in and created some heavenly suction. You couldn't stop your hips from bucking, this earned a heavy slap on your right ass cheek.

“Fuck fuck fuckf cukkkk ah” It quickly became too much, your orgasm hit you like a train, whole body tensing up then finally crashing down. Wade kept up the rhythm letting you ride it out. Finally pulling away when it became too much. He snaked his arm up your front to grab the front of your neck pulling you up on to your knees, angling your face so he could kiss you deeply. Putting on a show of how good you tasted. After a long moment of heated kissing, he positioned you so you were laying on your back again. Giving you a few moments to catch your breath.

“You wanna keep going?” he asked softly.

“Yes please.” you answered politely.

“Alright but, it's everywhere. All over me. So doggy style is generally best for this next part. If you wanna do it that way, I'm also just happy making you scream like this too.”

“Wade, we can stop if you need to. But I would much rather you fuck me like this. Or let me choke on you for a while then fuck me like this. On my back where I can kiss you and love you back. Ya feel me?”

He looked at you with searching eyes. You realized what you said probably sounded a bit off. Love you back probably wasn't the right thing to say, but you were operating with limited brain function at this point.

“This normally doesn't end well for me.”

“Hmmm. What part, how do you like to uh finish?” You asked slightly confused. Wade only laughed.

“That's not the problem, I almost got off just from you screaming like that. No, I just want to make sure you actually enjoy it. It's hard to enjoy things when you are looking up at someone who looks like they lost a fight with an industrial paper shredder that happened to be on fire.”

You snorted.

“Wade I never knew you before, but I’ve wanted you since I met you. Okay? There's no spooky feelings here.” Your words seemed enough to convince him. He leaned in for a soft kiss, one that made you want to misbehave. You pulled the shirt up, running your hands across the well defined muscles of his torso, then broke the kiss to pull it up over his head. You didn't give him a chance to be chatty, you resumed the heavy kiss, palming his erection. He moaned into your mouth. Feeling accomplished, you pulled the boxers off letting his heavy cock slap up against his stomach. You couldn't help but break the kiss, looking down you watched your hand slide over his impressive, throbbing length. You wanted to take him in your mouth, but before you could push him back onto the bed, he was already pinning you in place beneath him.

You felt him slide himself through your heat. Finally lining himself up with your entrance, his thumb set a steady pace on your clit as he pushed into you slowly. You were grateful he took his time opening you up. You let out a strangled sound when he bottomed out, you felt so full. He set a slow pace giving you lots of time to adjust, this only made you more desperate and needy. When he finally decided you’d had enough, you felt his hand squeeze the back of your neck as he set into a ruthless pace.

“FUCK” He was too much, his heavy body keeping you in place as your hips rose to meet every single thrust. you wanted to feel him as deeply as you possibly could. His hot mouth was biting into the flesh at the bottom of your neck. The heat inside you started to build and you were near your breaking point.

‘Wade” You breathed in a high, desperate tone.

“Cum for me baby” And just like that you felt it take over, your hips snapped up and your feet cramped up. You could feel your walls clench around him tightly, and you choked when he pushed through them even rougher than before. That thumb on your clit never gave up, keeping you trapped riding out the waves of pleasure. You felt it take him over, letting out a deep growl you felt him fill you. He held himself deep inside you, moving both his hands so his forearms were on either side of you trying to keep his weight from crushing you.

His forehead pressed against yours as you both tried to catch your breath. Eventually he moved out of you and he flopped onto his back. You got up and quickly went pee and cleaned yourself up. You grabbed another washcloth and went back to clean him up. You realised that getting up might have been a mistake. Wade was on his side with his eyes screwed shut.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked softly and grabbed the sides of his face and kissed his forehead.

“Better now.” He whispered.

“Sorry for getting up, I should have said something. Can I clean you up?” He gave you a strange look, like he was waiting for you to suddenly disappear. He took the washcloth and wiped himself down, you took it back throwing it into the bathroom. You looked down at him hoping that the voices weren't giving him a hard time. You sat next to him holding his hand, giving him some time.

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“So about those cuddles?” He asked softly, and you wondered how many times people had hurt him or thrown him out.

You got under the light quilt on your bed motioning for him to do the same. He followed you, laying on his back, you tucked yourself into his side, enjoying his big arms wrapping around you. You gave his neck a light kiss.

“I missed you.” you said softly

“You have no idea how bad I missed being around you.”

“I won't leave again, if you wanted to make this either a regular thing… or a proper thing… if you're into that?” You felt a tight ball of nerves in your stomach.

“I’d really like that.” He kissed your forehead. You thought about all the things you would have to do to make this relationship compatible with your new life. But that was a later you problem, right now you were the best kind of exhausted. You both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Thank you again for the request!!!! <3

#Request #Wade Wilson X Reader #Wade Wilson X femreader #Deadpool #Wade Wilson #XReader

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nordleuchten · 3 years

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heyy, idk if you already answeared smth like this before, but how Lafayette reacted to the death of his first daughter while he was in america? do you know if we also have accounts of other people telling about how he reacted to all of this??

Thank Youu <3

p.s. idk how to write ansear correctly, just vibe w/ it then lmao

Hello Anon,

thank you for the question! La Fayette was completely devastated by the death of his daughter. He loved being a father and all his letter home from America are testimonies of the deep affection that he felt for his child(ren). He never really showed any preference between his son and his daughters and his only concern was if the children and their mother were healthy. Sadly, Henriette was a sickly child from the begin. She was born on December 15, 1775 as Adrienne-Henriette-Catherine- Charlotte du Motier de La Fayette and died at some point in December of 1777 of a fever. La Fayette was in America when it happened and his wife had to write him and tell him that their child had died. We do not have the letter that Adrienne wrote, but we have the reply that La Fayette wrote. He wrote on June 16, 1778 from the camp at Valley Forge:

My dear heart, chance had provided me with an extremely uncertain opportunity of writing you, but, such as it is, I shall take advantage of it. I cannot resist the desire to say a few words to you. You should have received many letter from me lately; at any rate, if it depends only upon my writing to you frequently, I have every right to expect it. Several ships have sailed, all of them laden with my letter. They must have renewed you suffering (my dear heart) when the grief I expressed was added to yours. How dreadful our separation is! Never have I so cruelly felt how horrible this situation is. My heart is tormented with my own grief and with yours, which I was not able to share. The great length of time that it took for me to learn of that occurrences only makes it worse. Imagine how painful it is, my love, while weeping for what I have lost, to fear for what is left to me. The distance from Europe to America seemed more immense than ever; the loss of our poor child is almost always on my mind. This news came to me immediately after that of the treaty [of Alliance with France]; and while my heart was consumed with sorrow, I had to receive and take part in public celebrations (…) Had the unfortunate news that I have learned reached me immediately, I would have left at once in order to join you; but the news of the treaty received on the first of May stopped me. (…) Kiss our little Anastasie a million times. Alas, she is all that is left to us. I feel that my once divided fatherly affection is now completely for her; take great care of her,”

La Fayette wrote further on September 13, 1778 to Adrienne:

“But what shall I write to you, my dear heart? What expression can my affection find for what must be said to our dear Anastasie? You will find them far better in your heart and in mine, which you know as well as your own. Cover her with kisses; teach her to love me through loving you. We are too close, my dear, for someone to love one of us and not the other. This poor little child must stand in the place of all for me; she has two places to occupy in my heart. Our misfortune has imposed a great change upon her. I love her to distraction, and even the misfortune of fearing for her does not deter me from committing myself to the deepest affection.”

I am not aware of any third-person account describing La Fayette’s reaction. There is an account by his youngest daughter however, describing how her mother allegedly reacted (Virginie herself was not born until September of 1782):

“She [Adrienne] lost her little Henriette at the age of twenty-two months. But in the midst of her grief, my mother felt to the utmost the consolation of religious belief.”

We also have an account that lets us imagine how Adrienne’s mother, the duchess d’Ayen reacted to Henriette’s death. D’Ayen was extremely close with Adrienne and her older sister Louise. Adrienne never wrote anything down about the death of her oldest daughter, she did however left an account of her mother’s reaction to the death of Adrienne’s nephew and to the illness of Adrienne’s third child, Georges Washington La Fayette. Adrienne wrote:

“My sister lost her little girl, while her husband was still in the United States. My mother was much affected by this death, but her daughter and she both found comfort and support in the consolation of religion.

Soon afterwards, it was my turn to become the object of her tender sympathy. Georges fell dangerously ill. My mother passed many nights with me near his bed-side. She strengthened my courage, and while she had such touching condescendence for my weakness, I blushed at feeling how much my faith was inferior to hers.”

I hope you have/had a wonderful day!

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shozaii · 4 years

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Oh FRICK I loved reading your todoroki x reader fanfic. Can i request another one where everyone ships them cuz the reader is the only person who todoroki really smiles around. The others collect evidence that they like each other to set them up (e.g one of them saw that the reader is his phone’s wallpaper). But no one knows they’re already dating until they see them cuddling at a sleepover or smth. Tysmm

(a/n): ahh thank you so much anon! i’m so sorry this took me a while to publish but i’m so glad you enjoyed the previous one. i hope you enjoy this too!

requests are still open! feel free to send them in hehe

masterlist.

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surprise..?

a todoroki shoto x reader imagine

“alright, dear friends. i have gathered you in one of the most secretive places i could ever find! we are talking about serious business right now and i don’t want any interruptions from you,” kaminari begun, successfully stealing iida’s glasses from his dorm room to look ‘professional.’

“and you have chosen your damn bedroom for this,” bakugou rolled his eyes. “what the heck do you want from us?!” to which he got shushed immediately from the bakusquad members.

“silence! we shall begin. as you all know, we have noticed the strange behaviors of both todoroki and y/l/n.”

“HOW IS THAT STRANGE?”

“bro, he noticed it too,” kirishima mumbled, placing a hand over his mouth. “man, i knew you had it in you!”

“though,it’s obvious. how he smiles when she’s around, when she’s mentioned in a conversation. during the sports festival, he couldn’t stop looking at her.she passes by. and how he gets sad and stares at the classroom door when she doesn’t make it on time...,” midoriya mumbled.

“we do ask y/n about it, and they seem to be completely fine with it. like it’s a normal thing to happen!” uraraka pitched in.

she wasn’t wrong. the smiles you exchanged with each other are very wholesome. shoto doesn’t really smile around anyone - you knew that too. he seemed to really involve himself in his friends’ activities compared to the incidents before the sports festival, but with you, it was different.

it was different and it was adorable. you did see how your friends gush over the two of you. but you didn’t say much. they would know someday, right?

“exactly! which is why, our friend mina, has proof that something might have clicked between them for the past four months,” kaminari signaled her to stand up, as she cleared her throat. “his phone’s wallpaper is a picture of y/n,” she squealed after, followed by a bunch of screaming from the other girls.

“settle down! kaminari, what is the purpose of this meeting then?” iida chopped the air.

“hear me out, hear me out. we’re going to have more proof over the next few days. and then, only then, the sleepover coming this weekend would prove it all.”

“sleepover? but how?”

he rubbed his hands together in excitement. “it’s going to have to go like this.”

^^^

as predicted, the interactions they have witnessed proved kaminari’s theory even further. the little look you give him when he’s focused, the slight brush of your hands against his, the bump he gives on your shoulder, and you earned a smirk.

and as time flew by pretty quickly, the sleepover finally made its way. the whole class haven’t made it just yet,,, but you waited. kaminari was there with you, anyway. you were chatting away with him, while a movie was playing on the television.

soon enough, you and him saw shoto making his way to the now dimly-lit common room; a place frequently used for sleepovers. he waved at the yellow-haired boy, but you could see his face light up when he saw you all snuggled in the sleeping bag.

“hey hey todoroki! glad you could make it!” kaminari pointed finger guns at him, grinning.

“hello. where are the others? have we arrived a little too early?” shoto asked, looking at you.

“i’ll go find them, don’t worry! was just waiting for someone to accompany y/n...,” he cleared his throat. “didn’t want her to be alone.”

“aw, kami! you should’ve told me! i could’ve even come along with-,”

“nah, come on! um....help yourself with some snacks! be back in a jiffy!,” he dashed off, leaving you and shoto in the dark.

shoto breathed out a huge sigh as he sat next to you. “hello, love. you’re here pretty early.”

“hello, sho! yeah.... i was told to come earlier than the arranged time, so here i am. i guess the others need more time. he seemed pretty happy about it.”

you giggled as he wrapped his arms around you. “i love your sleeping bag,” he said. you turned to look at his dual-colored eyes.

“ooooo, we’re being cuddly today, aren’t we?” you sneaked a kiss from his cheek. “seems alright to me.”

“i missed this,” he said nonchalantly. “you and me, all snuggled up. though, we’ve never done this in front of anyone just yet.”

“oh yeah. well, might as well know about it someday!” you buried yourself further into his embrace, your eyelids slowly shutting themselves.his eyes were focused on the movie, while his hands caressed your cheeks. it was so calming.

and then, the both of you heard someone fall with a loud thud, causing you to jolt out of his arms. shoto looked around, worried of any major inconveniences happening in the dorms.

“kirishima!” you heard someone else whisper-shout.

“ow... i’m sorry! somebody tripped me..... oh, hey guys! uh, great night?”

“kiri!” you rushed over to him - to notice the group of missing students from the sleepover, hiding themselves in a dark corner. they all froze like deer in the headlights.

“wha- where were you guys? we-,”

it clicked in your brain. from the exact reason why kaminari invited you and shoto earlier than the rest, the reason why your friends didn’t make it on time; it all made sense. you blushed, now realizing what they saw before kirishima decided to ‘trip and fall.’

“alright, you idiots happy now?” bakugou grumbled.

the rest of the night was spent with half a celebration - the glory and the failure(they got caught) but what was your life without your wacky friends from UA?

and isn’t it lovely, with shoto openly giving you the best cuddles throughout the whole sleepover? so yes - you were happy all in all.

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(a/n):here you go anon! it is really short but i hope it was worth a read!

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years

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Yo i have an idea that you can do in the future( to celebrate a new number of followers or smth). You can do mini matchups ,for example , we send you an anime and our go-to pick up line and you match us with someone ,or we tell you our most embarassing moment or smth like that 😅 i saw the idea on tiktok ;)

I LOVE THIS???? I WANT TO DO THIS??? ADMIN KO???? LET’S DO THIS????

>Admin 𝕋

yEEEEEESSSDDDDDDDDDD when we reach 1500 we shall do it uwu

》》Admin Ko

#admin answers #bruh #like #i #love this concept #it's so wholesome

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kholins · 4 years

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heblo and Welcome to my very first celebration on this blog bc everytime i hit a milestone i blow off doing smth for it and now (3 months after i made this blog!!) we’ve hit 400 and since its christmas eve and im Bored and i figured i’d do a little smth. so *natasha romanoff voice* shall we play a game?

rules:

— must be following this shampoo stan — you have to reblog this post — send me an ask guessing my top 10 favorite characters! (both literature and films heehee) (only one guess per ask, but you can send in more than one ask) — once you get one right, you can’t send any more guesses in

what you get hehe:

— i will make you an edit of whatever your choice heehee (i procrastinate Everything though so uhm. this bit might take a while but i Will get it done)

top 10:

1. bucky barnes (@jinglebuckys) 2. percy jackson (@snowbriars) 3. genya safin (@wespers) 4. natasha romanoff (@safingenyas) 5. 6. leo valdez (@darnelcress) 7. arya stark 9 (@youve-cath-to-be-kitten-me) 8. nina zenik (@brekkers) 9. jae (@parkinsonpansy) 10. azriel (@hhelnik)

@zenikninas @jinglebuckys @parkinsonpansy @farleydiana @hhelnik @inejsghafas @wespers @winterbriars @mercyzhaos @safingenyas

#Yes i stole this idea from jae and What About It #if this flops we will be deleting this post and we will Never talk about it Ever again #shut up shereen #400 celebration #making my list of characters was harder than i expected 😳 🥴

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janiedean · 5 years

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ah well fuck it here it goes - let’s have some springsteen celebration here guys

okay so I said I didn’t have time but fuck it all I’ll make it and tbh I don’t want to start with discourse again, so let’s just see if we can turn the week into smth decent ;)

so: as on sept. 23rd it’s the birthday of our almighty gift from the universe bruce springsteen and it’s a round number so celebrating is due, from today until the 23rd as much as time allows I’m doing the springsteen bash of doom, which means that:

if you want bruce song analysis please ask for one and I shall be glad to provide! (if you wanna send fake anon hate with it that’s fine ;) )

if you want to talk bruce or bruce top fives or WHICH BRUCE SONG FITS MY OTP BETTER the askbox is there

if you want to discuss bruce’s best outfit in the centuries pls ;)

if you want advice on WHICH SOLO ESB MEMBERS’S RECORDS SHOULD I CHECK pls do ask

anything like ^^^ is especially welcome :)

but, if you want you can ask for bruce-based fic prompts, as in:

(possibly within the realm of reason bc I’m pressed on time so i don’t have time for long things) feel free to send a ship/character (also gen is good!) plus a prompt that has to be bruce-related (song? one lyric? ppl going on vacation to nj? one of them is into bruce the other is wtf? whatever you get the drill), if you need help this is a comprehensive song list ;)

my ships are linked on the sidebar now that the blog is public again, my notps are under janiedean.tumblr.com/notps, if it’s not on any of those lists feel free to ask, no abo or character death or noncon or cheating, I reserve the rights to say I can’t do it, we’re good;

for this specific exercise prompts have to be bruce related, however the only exception I’ll accept if you want it is hooker au related things because that was based on like fifteen different bruce songs so it counts;

if something looks good for jb week or turns out being too long I reserve the rights to publish later ;)

this starts now and goes on until the 23rd based on how much time I can devote to it so if it’s fic pls give me a few days XD I’ll try to publish everything within the 23rd, after that day I don’t guarantee when I’ll reply because as stated rl is what it is. sounds good? then please indulge me and let me talk springsteen for the next five days ;)

;)

#janie writes #springsteen birthday extravaganza 19 #that's the tag bt #*btw

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mikkock · 5 years

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i'm not the anon, but i do want to hear about your OCs!!!!!!! i'm bad with details but i vaguely remember you had these two gay bois and maybe one was a computer programmer or something?? idk but i think you had an art piece of him at a laptop,, anyway they were v cute

alright since i got a lot of gay boys i had to go searching to make sure i had the right gay boys sdhjfghsgsfg why do i have so many gay boys i do wonder mh

so im thinking u mean vince n xiaoli cuz of that piece of the latter

if not then oops u gon have to hear about them anyway uwu (im putting this under cut cause i tend to speak a lot and i dont wanna clog up people’s feed ya feel) if i got it wrong feel free to scream at me and demand explainations of other characters lmao

its em

Those two got a whole ass story (not a story about ass i just keep putting the word ass everywhere).

They were besties as kids, like, very young kids, talking inseparable besties. But, one day, quite suddenly Xiaoli’s family had to move back to China and so the two were seperated with no ways to contact or even ideas as to where the other was (factor in the fact that they were still very young and all, and if we take time into account that must mean they were in some time of barely no internet for everyone so prolly didnt have even emails tbh). The whole story i got planned for em is about how they grow up, evolve, yet still try to find each other again through the few pieces of useful information that they remember from back in the days. (and since im a sucker for happy ending it aint no spoiler that they do find each other at the end or smth like, pls, id die if they didnt. the important part is the path they took, and all the shit that happens in between ofc)

but who cares bout plot tbh, the important thing is the cHARACTERS (i kno cause my studies include storytelling classes so like bitch, i kno the story is the characters and all that jazz) so lets talk about the boys themselves some more, shall we uwu

Lets start with Vince, who’s the youngest of the two :

first thing i gotta say is that he changed a LOT design wise, like his first looks ?? wack.

who are you i dont know you u look rude im scared what happened to your hair ? so many questions

anyway now he looks like a baby and that’s all that matters.

(that was def done for a school exercise but look how cute he is awn)

He lives in the US, born of Ecuadorian parents. Ever since he was tiny he wanted only one thing, and that is to Win Gold at the olympics (yeah i know, small ambitions, what can i say he’s a realist at heart) for tracks (aint decided yet what exact part of tracks cause im not knowledgeable in track n field and i still gotta do my research boo bad me for procrastinating).

So he runs. A lot. That’s his main thing. A big part of his identity. But not all of it naturally otherwise he’d be a running robot not a guy.

He’s still very young so he can be a tad stupid, naturally. He’s also close to his family. And he big gay. He’s a friendly guy, the puppy type with others. He’s really big on listening to his friends vent out since he believes it does a lot to relieve stress (and ya cant be stressed if you want to perform amazing !!!)

He’s kiiiiind of an overachiever. Just a small bit. He wants to do perfect all the time, so he studies a lot, trains a lot, cleans his room, does his bed, brushes his teeth, he’s a Good Kid. He’s got a really strict timetable that he follows really closely, and in general, tends to monitor his life, maybe a biiiiit too much ? Even leisure time is a specific moment of the day, a set time, nothing more. Then he goes to bed, early, so he can get a full good sleep and go run in the morning. He needs to learn how to chill a bit more. He does have friends to help him get back into a more relaxed mindset sometimes, and once he reunites with his long lost bestie he definetly will have to accept a biiiit of chaos and imprevisible...

Cause let’s talk a bit bout Xiaoli huhuhu...

At first glance you may think “oh, what a reliable serious pretty boy, he seems nice and helpful” but he’s actually a sNAKE. Or more like a fox ? I’m no vet so I’m not sure what animal analogy fits best...

Fact is he IS reliable, and nice, but he’s ALSO a bitch. If you’re pal with him he’ll help you out with your homework, listen to you rant about a heartbreak, be a total sweetheart, but if you’re his FRieND then you’ll get that but under snarky remarks, teasing, and he’ll probably record you when you’re doing ridiculous drunk antics or just tripping over your own feet...

actually he def will do that.

He’s also very expressive and open, he’s one of those characters that i like to use for expression practice because his face will stretch in any possible way. He still keeps secrets tho, mostly he doesnt talk at all about his search for Vince (probably because he’s got the biggest lead, namely having randomly found him once through his running exploits and discovering his past bestie was now becoming some sort of “upcoming athlete celebrity you have to keep an eye out for” or something...)

He actually studies medecine, not computer science but tbh, I could change it in the future, its nothing fixed nor anything too relevant to his character dshsfsgs, and also he IS pretty tech savy so that’d make sense mh.....can you believe im gonna turn into those creators who take “fan theories” and turn them canon smh

He’s quite likes going out, partying and having fun. He values balance between work and fun above a lot of things, and he’s also not much of a big planner.

Also since I mentionned it for Vince, lets make it equal : he’s a HongKong resident, his mum is half Australian so that makes him a ? Quarterie ? Is there a word for half-halfie ? Idk man. And he’s very very bi, and quite chill about it, and quite absolutely into getting dates.

Those two got some potential for me to turn them into a story so i kinda hope i’ll be able to some time in the future, who knows, maybe that’ll happen somedays uwu

#startofamoment

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pickalilywrites · 5 years

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someone asked me for a GoT fic but i had to write a lil smth and make sure i got the tone/dialogue/prose exactly right before i tackled it. i think this is what i might be sticking w/ in the end~ a little prequel to the main story

The Departure of the Raven

Levi Ackerman. ASOIAF AU.

3577 words.

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The heel of Levi’s boot clicks against the gold and marble floor as the knight makes his way to the throne room. The knight does not turn his head to admire the tapestry that decorates the wall nor the crystal chandeliers that hang from the high ceilings. He has lived in this castle for far longer than he’s ever cared to, and he’s memorized every inch of it. Even when he had first arrived to be accepted as a knight on the Kingsguard, he had not been enchanted by the glamour of the castle, and he has come even less interested in its fanciful decorations now. Rather than spend even a second more than he needs to in this overly lavish hall, the knight quickens his pace as he nears the glossy wooden door with its gilded carvings. When he arrives, he is already reaching for the handle, pushing the heavy doors open without waiting for the guards to announce his arrival.

“Ser Levi.” It is not the king that greets the knight, but Queen Helene, a regal woman dressed in garments just as extravagant as the decorations that adorned the hall outside the throne room. Her hair was done up in plaits and wound closely around her head, which was covered in a woven net of gold set with pearls. On her brow sits a golden circlet, a treasured heirloom passed down for nearly a century in the Tybur family. Although it had been made for the first Tybur queen that had been crowned nearly a century ago, the circlet shines as if it had been fashioned just yesterday. The queen wears it proudly, her head held high, showing off the crystal choker on her neck. Despite the many jewels that cover her hair and neck, it seems that the precious gems are not enough for her, for the bodice of her gown is sewn with even more crystals and pearls, sparkling as she walks towards the knight to greet him. Even her skirts are embellished with intricate designs of golden thread, but she walks as if the weight of these jewels is nothing to her. The queen smiles at him, and it is this smile of hers – not her lavish palace, her precious jewels, or her extravagant gowns, but her smile – that this knight trusts the least about her.

Levi bends his knee and closes his right hand in a fist over his heart as he kneels in front of the throne. He casts his eyes downward, staring at the scarlet carpet beneath his feet. “My king. My queen,” he says. He only looks up when the skirts of the queen, a swirl of violet fabric embroidered with feathers of golden thread, appear in front of him. When the knight looks up, he sees the queen smiling down at him. “I trust that you have read my letter.” The queen gestures for the knight to rise, and so he does.

“Indeed, we did, but we thought it a poor joke when we first read it. It is not every day that a knight requests to be dismissed from the Kingsguard.” King William does not rise from his throne, instead speaking to Levi from where he sits. He wears robes in the same shade of violet as his queen, fastening the fabric together with a thick leather belt. On top of his head sits a golden crown that shines just as brightly as the queen’s circlet. His headdress, however, is decorated with sparkling crystals and glistening topazes. Unlike the queen, he never feels the need to overdress himself in jewels and precious metals, believing that it was far more effective to use his charisma and charm than his wealth to influence his people to follow him. It is a far more reliable method, perhaps, but Levi trusts the king's smile even less than he trusts the queen's – not at all. “Perhaps you can lend us more insight. I believe not everything was told in your letter.”

“There is not much to tell, my king. I believe that my time on the Kingsguard has come to an end,” Levi replies, his eyes still cast respectfully downward. “It seems that I have been called to journey down another path.”

The king nods, thinking deeply. His brows are knitted slightly, and Levi can tell that the king disagrees with him, but is pondering what words to use to prevent the knight from leaving. After a moment, the king asks, “And tell me how you came about this decision to leave, Ser Levi? It feels rather sudden to us after you have served our family for years.”

Levi raises his head, glancing at the queen from the corner of his eye. “I saw it in a dream,” he responds, watching as the queen’s eyes widen. He clears his throat and speaks louder, confident now that he has the queen’s attention. “A white crow appeared at my window and as I reached for it, it flew off. When I had looked to see where it had gone, I found that it had disappeared towards the north – towards the Wall.” He glances back at the king, and it is apparent that he does not believe in the knight’s word nor does he believe in the power of prophetic dreams. All of that is no matter to Levi. All he needs is the queen’s interest, and he has her completely enraptured. “I believe it was a sign for me to join the Night’s Watch.”

“Surely, a dream can just be a dream,” the king laughs, but his wife silences him with a wave of her hand.

She clutches one of Levi’s hand in hers, holding it close to her breast. The queen gazes down at the knight, eyes shining brightly. “The raven is the sigil of House Ackerman, is it not?” she asks. She grasps his hand so tightly that her knuckles turn white. “This cannot be a coincidence then.”

“But how often do dreams come true?” the king scoffs. He tries to convince his wife, but even Levi knows that any attempts will be futile. The knight’s freedom from this castle is imminent. “My love, you must admit that to release one of our most trusted knights because of a dream is unwise.”

The queen looks back to scowl at her husband. “It is because of your refusal to believe in prophecies and dreams that our kingdom is nowhere near the good fortune that Kiyomi believes we can achieve,” the queen declares, holding her head high. She refers to the priestess from Hizuru that has slowly managed to enchant her ever since the Little Rebellion. “You see the resignation of Ser Levi as a loss, but his departure may be a benefit to us. With Ser Levi’s presence in the Night’s Watch, our kingdom would have closer relations with an additional military branch should an outside first dare to attack us.”

“The Night’s Watch can hardly protect the kingdom, let alone themselves. What is there even to protect up north beside a frozen wasteland?” the king mutters.

“I believe in your vision, Ser Levi,” the queen says loudly. Her skirts sweep the floor as she glides across the room, her arms raised. She clutches her hands over her chest, and her eyes are cast downward. “You are blessed to have dreamt up such a prophecy. For us to deny you your destiny would be cruel. Not only would it hinder your growth, but the growth of the kingdom as well. Surely, my husband can see that.”

Both Levi and the queen turn to observe the king’s reaction. King William’s hands grip the arms of his throne tightly, and he shakes in silent fury. Although it is true that Ser Levi has proven himself a loyal and talented knight, the Kingsguard has no shortage of loyalty and talent. Even if he were to deny the request, the king knows that his wife would continue to wear him down until he finally gave in and dismissed the knight.

“Very well then,” the king said grudgingly, a tight smile on his face. “I will give you my blessing, and we shall wish you all the best at your new calling. But never forget where your true loyalty lies, Ser Levi.”

“Of course, my king,” the knight said with another bow, but he’s lying. His loyalty was never to the Tyburs, and it never would be. “I will be eternally grateful for the kindness you have shown me during my time on the Kingsguard.”

“Oh, the Kingsguard will not be the same without you. Your loss will be felt sorely throughout the castle,” the queen sighs. She then turns to her husband, an expectant expression on her face. “Well, we must make preparations.”

“Preparations for what?” the king mumbles, still disgruntled over the resignation of his best knight. “Is there something we have to celebrate?”

“Would you have Ser Levi leave without any ceremony?” his wife asks, incredulous. “We should at least throw him a small feast after he has served our family so dutifully.”

Levi raises his head, trying not to appear startled. “I assure you that that won’t be necessary, Your Majesty. A quick and quiet departure would be best, I believe.”

“Are you quite sure, Ser Levi?” Queen Helene asks. She’s torn between accepting his request and throwing an extravagant ceremony. “It would be no trouble at all. Of course, I could have planned something far more suitable for your going away. With such short notice, I’m afraid I can only prepare a small dinner for you and the other knights on the Kingsguard.”

“That is more than I deserve, Your Highness,” the knight says. He looks towards the king. “All I ask is that you allow me a horse so that I may journey to the Wall. I pray that whatever history is written of me on the Kingsguard’s record is kind, just, and true.”

“Ah, yes, we shall ensure that your services and accomplishments are properly documented, Ser Levi,” the queen says. “But do you not require anything more of us? No money, no feast, no gifts at all? Whatever it is you request, please do not hesitate to ask.”

Levi shakes his head. He wonders why the queen is so insistent on leaving him with a parting gift. When he had served on the Kingsguard, he was certain that she held no affection of him. It was only his loyalty that she desired of him, but she pays him far more attention now that he is leaving. Perhaps it is because she really believes that she will be able to use him as a connection to the Night’s Watch, but he doesn’t see how that’s possible. After all, the Night’s Watch pledges its allegiance solely to Paradis, not the king or any single house. And yet, the queen seems confident that she will be able to keep Levi’s devotion even after his departure from the Kingsguard. There was also that strange thing that the king had said…

“Very well,” the king says, interrupting the knight’s thoughts. He claps, a signal for his servants to attend to him. As his servants approach him, the king points at Levi and says, “Provide Ser Levi with a horse so that he might travel where he desires. Once that’s done, bring me Ser Nile. He shall be head of the Kingsguard and shall officiate Ser Levi’s resignation in the Kingsguard’s record.”

“Thank you,” Levi mumbles. He looks up at the king and queen for what he believes is the last time. “I am eternally grateful for the time I have spent serving you, Your Highnesses.”

“Likewise, we are grateful for having your service for so many years,” the king says with a bow of his head. He watches as the servants begin to lead Levi out of the throne room. “Do not forget us when you become a part of the Night’s Watch, Ser Levi. And when you get there, please send Lord Commander Zackley our regards.”

The king’s last words to Levi disturb him the most, echoing in the knight’s head even after he’s left the throne room. It is strange for the king to mention the Lord Commander so casually, to say the man’s name with familiarity as if the two were comrades instead of mere acquaintances. Surely, the two cannot maintain such close relations. There is the distance between the Wall and the capital, the Night’s Watch and its sole dedication to Paradis, and the duties of the kingdom that keep the king busy. Maybe he was simply overthinking things and had simply imagined it. He should no longer concern himself with the royal family. His work with them is done after today. All he has left to do is to travel to the Wall and start his new life.

He follows the servant down the hall and does his best to keep his eyes on the floor. He does not care to gaze at the detailed paintings on the ceilings or the glass chandeliers that hang from them. He wants no memories of this place.

“Ser Levi!”

The former knight turns at the call of his name, and he sees the royal children playing in the garden. He had hoped to leave without seeing them, but it is just his luck to run into them just as he is about to take his leave. He bows deeply as they approach him and raises his head. Although they had all been mere children when he had first been welcomed into the castle, the children had caught up to him in height years ago and now tower above him.

“Where are you going?” a golden-haired boy, nearly a man now, asks. Prince William has his father’s charismatic smile, but his mother’s glittering green eyes. The young prince wears a silk tunic the color of periwinkles and dark trousers, his clothes made of fine material even though he is simply lounging around in the garden. That is, however, expected of a boy who wears his dragon skin boots no matter the occasion. Even now his fingers are adorned with over a dozen rings – gold and silver all studded with a rainbow of gems – even though there is no special occasion. He is certainly his mother’s son. “It is unusual seeing you walking about the castle during the day. When you aren’t on duty, you keep to roaming the halls only during the nights just like a ghost.”

“Don’t bother him, brother.” Prince William’s sister comes up from behind him, resting a graceful hand on her brother’s shoulder. Unlike her brother, only a single golden band is worn on her finger – a promise ring that matches the one worn by her fiancé. She is a far more modest dresser than her mother or anyone in the royal family. On her head, she wears a veil of gossamer that covers her thick brown locks. The last time Levi had seen the princess’s hair was when she was but a girl with waves of brunette rippling down her back. She has changed so much over the years. Rather than wear the bright colors she had when she was a child, she wears darker colors – deep blues or greens on special occasions, but usually browns and blacks – and the only other jewelry she wears is the gold pendant that hangs around her neck, a brilliant ruby in the center of it. It looks like the blazing sun, a symbol of the Church of Ymir. Although her mother had lost faith in them years ago, her daughter is still a devoted follower. “I am sure that Ser Levi has better things to be doing than chatting with a silly prince.”

The two siblings are about to bicker, but Levi interrupts. “I’m leaving today.” He continues before the pair of siblings can protest. If they get another word out, they’ll keep him longer than their parents did. He gestures for the servant to meet him in the stable before continuing. “I have spoken to the king and queen, and they have agreed to allow me to resign from the Kingsguard. I shall be following what I believe is my fate and join the Night’s Watch.

“Fate?” the princess echoes, a glimmer of amusement in her dark eyes. The corner of her mouth curls upwards. “I did not think that you were one to believe in fate, destiny, or anything of the like.”

“It came to me in a dream,” Levi replies, hoping that will be enough to satiate the princess’s curiosity. He has always thought that she was clever, far cleverer than her parents ever expected. It was a pity that the king and queen were only interested in using Princess Edith for securing a marriage meant to appease the public.

“Well, it is a pity that you must go so soon,” the princess tells him, a polite smile on her face. Although still young, she speaks with the air and grace of a queen twice her age. “When you became a part of the Kingsguard, I felt that you had become a part of the family. Your absence will be deeply felt throughout this castle.”

“It will be an honor to be remembered so fondly by the royal family,” Levi says.

“Will we really never see you again?” another voice asks from behind the two siblings. When William and Edith step aside, a boy steps forward. He looks nothing at all like the royal siblings, but that is because he is not one of them. Despite having lived in the castle and eaten at the same table as the Tyburs, young Zeke is a hostage in this castle. He has been out of place in this castle ever since the rebellion had ended, and he is out of place now. Even the golden ring on his finger, gifted to him and his betrothed by the king and queen to mark the engagement, looks out of place on him. It is no wonder that his slight frown has a mournful look to it, wistful as he watches the knight depart as he remains.

“Those who pledge themselves to the Night’s Watch spend the rest of their lives at the Wall,” Levi says quietly. He watches as the young boy’s expression, once sorrowful, now turns to anguish. Although he has never been particularly close to him, Levi still feels a pang of guilt for leaving. He looks to the prince and princess and says, “I have left all my belongings at the castle. You may have whatever you find. To Will, you keep any of my swords that you fancy. To Edith, I entrust you my white raven’s cloak. And to Zeke…” Levi pulls out the small dagger that was hanging from his belt. He had meant to take it with him to the Night’s Watch, but the truth is that it will get little use up north. “Take my dagger.”

The boy’s amber eyes widen as he accepts the blade. “Th-thank you,” he whispers, admiring the detailed illustration carved on the scabbard – a raven in flight towards the sun.

Princess Edith’s eyes flicker towards her betrothed for a moment before returning to Levi, her polite smile still on her face. “Are you certain? It is very generous of you, Ser. And your cloak…” Her hand hovers over her heart as if touched by his kindness. “I know how much it means to you. My father killed a hundred ravens for that cloak. I shall treasure it.”

“It feels a bit wrong to be taking your things,” Will laughs, but he does not refuse Levi’s gift. A glimmer of his eye reveals just how eager he is to run up to the weaponry vault and lay claim to the knight’s best sword. “It should be the other way around, shouldn’t it? Perhaps we should be giving you parting gifts.”

“Then why don’t you gift him those dragon skin boots of yours?” Edith asks. She glances down at the boots that her brother wears proudly on his feet, smirking when she looks back up to see how the prince had stiffened. “After all, they would suit him much better, don’t you think?”

There is a flash or anger in Will’s eyes. He opens his mouth to lash out at his sister, but Levi speaks first.

“Not at all. They suit the prince much better than they would ever suit me,” Levi says quickly. His answer pacifies the prince, but only for a moment. He can tell that the prince is still simmering underneath, but the prince’s anger will never be his issue again. “I am thankful that we were able to meet before I departed. I will keep you in my memories.”

The siblings give him their good wishes, assuring him that they will think of him often and that begging him to write them when he finally arrived at the Wall, but Zeke stays silent. The boy simply gives Levi a wave with the same forlorn expression on his face as before. Levi makes the mistake of looking back and laying his eyes on the young boy. Zeke’s amber eyes - wide, anxious, terrified - look the same as his mother’s before she died.

As Levi turns around and makes his way to the stables, he wonders if he’s made a mistake.

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