#para:wade

[princessarielleofbelgium]

Second Chances

@wadejcrook

Arielle wasn’t happy about the situation, all she wanted was to be a good person and teach Jack some diplomacy but it all ended wrong and she got with no more books, stupid move on her, so from now on she should think clearer. Placing the books on one of her shelves, she thought she was going to treasure those books forever though. Letting out a small sigh, she looked around at her room and scrunched her nose. She was growing tired of the view, of the place, of everything, she wanted to go home, she missed her things, and yes, maybe she was being a little annoying on that moment, but for someone that had everything served all her life, well it wasn’t easy. And yes, she has learned a lot during her time there, but there were some things that she simple missed.

Deciding it was enough to feel pity for the situation, she walked out of that bored bedroom and walked out the house and started walking with no path at all. And she was so concentrated on where she was going that when she looked around, she found herself near the jungle. Looking around, she visualized a man, with familiar features and that made her breathing stop for a second. It couldn’t be… Walking towards the familiar face to see if she was dreaming or not, she simply froze. “You….” Was all she could say.

[princessarielleofbelgium]

Happy V-day Princess

I remembered one of our old chats, and thought let’s give this stubborn princess a little something of this old friend of hers - Wade

Arielle looked at the presents and bit her bottom lip, memories of their old talks coming to her mind.

“Thank you, you…shouldn’t give me anything though.”

[youspinmywebrightround-blog]

Hello Kitty Pants | Spideypool

Peter was in his room, the music blasting from his earphones. He was in a great mood that night. For some reason, he had woken up feeling on top of the world. And it showed in the way he was dancing around clumsily to the sound of Hooked on a Feeling. Despite the good mood, he felt a bit disappointed at himself, for being unable to admit to Wade about his crush. It might change things for the worse, it might bring an end to their friendly banter. Then again, it was Wade. There was never an end to any kind of banter coming from that man. He smiled a bit, as the song faded, giving way to Spicegirls’ Wannabe. Peter closed his eyes, pretending to be holding a mike, wearing the t-shirt and the Hello Kitty pants Wade had lent him.

“Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want. So tell me what you want, what you really, really want. I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want So tell me what you want, what you really, really want. I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig-” He felt a tingle on the back of his head, and his eyes opened wide, suddenly registering the shadow standing near the window. “Ah! Jesus Christ!” He shouted, his brain quickly registering that the man looming in the darkness wasn’t a foe, but actually a friend. “Wade! You scared the crap right outta me!” He said, with a frown, as he yanked his earphones out.

[agent--sharoncarter-blog]

We’re Survivors [F.U.B.A.R. Friday] : Wade & Sharon

The speech had been going fine. It had almost seemed like no problems would occur for the rest of the day- not when the sun was shining so pleasantly and the breeze was flitting away any heat from those in the audience. In hindsight, all those lovely factors should have almost promised Sharon that something bad would happen. 

The first shot sent Carter’s hair to stand on end, and she looked towards the initial sound of the gun as people began to scream in panic and stampede away from the gunman. Another shot rang out, this one in a different location than before, and she saw a secret service agent fall to the ground, clasping his shoulder in pain. 

When the woman next to her turned and appeared to draw on Sharon as well, she gritted her teeth and moved to clutch her wrist. Fury was making her actions faster than normal as she dodged one uppercut and then another, battling to get the knife out of reach and neutralize the threat. 

Her fight seemed to attract more agents around her, each closing in on Sharon to better attack her. With an angry grunt, Sharon shoved the woman back into her fellow agents and spun around, trying to count how many agents she was squaring off against. So long as the fight was focused on her and not the civilians escaping from the gunshots, she was more than happy to square off. “Well this is hardly a fair fight,” she called out, counting off the three men and knife wielder she just pushed back. “With only four of you against me, I would think you all know better than to bet on your chances.” She smirked and kicked her leg out to the man to her left, feeling her foot connect to flesh before spinning around to go fist to fist against another agent.