devin is an idiot

Jealous Game

Warning/s: slight swearing ?
Requested

“can u do an imagine where reader gets jealous of wendy and stuff, u try to get peter jealous of u and it ends up working? u can make up the rest xxx” -anon

Wendy here, Wendy there, Wendy everywhere. Nonstop Wendy. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with acknowledging the new girl or old? I don’t even know. Felix told me that she was caged here ever since. But why did Peter decided to let her out now? Now that he’s all over Wendy, he barely notices me. Not even a short glance. I hate to say it but I think I’m a bit jealous. Hell, I AM jealous. But I wouldn’t tell him that. Not a chance.

Peter was currently walking Wendy around the forest and I’m here, sitting on a log, starring at the campfire.

“Well you look great.” Devin snickered, sitting beside me.

I rolled my eyes

“Gee, thanks.” I said sarcastically.

Devin sighed and sat up straight.

“Come on Y/N. You can tell me anything.” He offered.

I smiled. Devin was always there to cheer me up. He’s like a brother to me now. We were always there to help each other out.

“It’s just the new girl.” I sighed.

I saw Devin smirk.

“You’re jealous aren’t you?” he snickered.

I glared at him but sighed again.

“To be honest, yes. I am jealous.” I looked down.

Devin was quiet so I looked up to see him deep in thought.

“I have a plan.” He smirked and left, leaving me confused.

***

I was still sitting on this log when I heard the lost boys chanting something. I stood up and walked over to them.

I saw Devin taunting Henry with a stick, telling him to show them what he got while Henry politely declined. But Devin kept on insisting. That dumbass.

Henry picked a stick from the ground and started sword fighting, well, stick fighting.

Peter appeared. He was leaning on a tree and was watching Henry.

“Not bad.” Peter smirked.

“But wouldn’t it be more fun if you use a real sword?” Peter asked.

I frowned. What is he doing?

Peter told Henry to close his eyes and imagine that his stick was a sword. Soon, the stick turned into a real sword and I saw Devin backed away slightly.

Henry began swinging his sword until Devin’s stick was gone. I saw Henry slashed Devin’s cheek. Henry immediately stopped and apologized.

Pan said something about not needing to apologize when you’re in Neverland. I glared at his back.

I walked over to Devin who was holding his bleeding cheek.

I slapped the back of his head.

“What were you thinking? Are you stupid?” I whisper shouted.

He just snickered.

“Come on. I’ll clean you up.” I grabbed his hand and led him to my tent.

“Wait here.” I said and walked in my tent to get my first aid kit.

I walked out and lead Devin to a log.

We sat down and I began cleaning his wound.

“Look at what you did. You dumbass.” I scolded.

He chuckled at me.

“You sound like a mom.”

I rolled my eyes.

“What were you even thinking? Look at you now.” I frowned at him.

“Don’t do that again.” I said sincerely, looking at him.

He looked at something behind me and smirked.

“It’s working.”

I looked at him, confused.

“What?” I asked.

“Don’t look but Peter is shooting daggers at me. He’s jealous.” Devin laughed at me.

I raised an eyebrow.

“You are an idiot.” I stated.

“Kiss my wounded cheek.” Devin ordered.

“Wha-“

“Just do it.” He repeated. So I did.

I heard a growl behind me and then followed by footsteps.

Devin stood up and pointed at me.

“That’s my cue.” And then he ran.

Peter was about to run after him but I grabbed his hand. He looked at me and his face softened but still is stern.

“What?” he hissed.

“Nothing” I whispered.

He sat beside me.

“What were you doing with that lost boy?” he asked.

“I was cleaning his wound.” I stated.

“And you needed to kiss it?” he chuckled sarcastically.

I shrugged

“You do that to Wendy all the time. Why can’t I?” I asked.

Peter squinted at me and then smirked.

“You’re jealous.”

My eyes widened.

“What? No I’m not. Why would I be?” he chuckled at me.

“You are!” he exclaimed and then laughed.

“I’m not.” I denied.

“You so are.” He continued laughing.

I stood up and rolled my eyes.

“Whatever.” I started to walk away.

Peter stood up and grabbed me by the arm. He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at him.

I struggled to get out of his grip which caused him to tighten his grip on me.

“Hey, hey. Listen. Look at me.” He cooed.

He lifted my chin with his index finger.

“Don’t be jealous. Wendy is nothing for me. I’m just gonna need her for my plan. Understand? Please don’t be sad.” He informed me.

I sighed and nodded.

He smiled and kissed my nose which caused me to smile.

“There’s her smile.” He said.

I laughed and kissed his cheek.

“As much as I like playing games, we’re not to play the jealous game again, alright?” he asked.

“Never again.” I agreed.



there ya go anon! i changed it up a bit but i hope u like it still. :))

I went out for the day and i just got home so yeah.. sorry its late :>


Requests are OPEN

Not Dead Yet (Part 31)

*friend: you busy?

me: *furiously writing crappy fanfiction*

me: …no…*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warning: language


“Y/N,” Devin found me relaxing in a cave, “You need to end this feud with Pan.”

“Not happening. Not until he admits he was wrong.” I muttered as I warmed myself by the small fire I had created. It had been pouring nonstop for a week. This cave was one of the few spots on the island that was dry anymore.

“What did he do that was wrong? Why does everyone have to suffer because you two idiots had a falling-out?” Devin shouted.

“You wouldn’t understand. Just trust me, I won’t let him do anything rash. A little rain isn’t the end of the world. Peter is just being dramatic as per usual.”

“Maybe you’re right. Now usually I’m on your side for most things but I am going to go insane if you keep this up. Just talk to the guy, something, anything, just stop this petty fight and let everyone else get on with their lives!”

“Devin, I love you like a brother, so believe me when I say this, I say it with love: Grow a pair, leave me be and stop complaining or I will rip you to ribbons with my teeth.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? What did he do that’s put you so on edge?” Devin stomped towards me unfazed by my threat.

“It’s none of your business! Now beat it!” I threw a rock at him. He dodged out of the way.

“Fine. Come find me when you’re done being a bitch.” he left the cave muttering obscenities.

I can understand that Devin and the other boys must be sick of this weather. It’s a downpour outside of my little cave. The ground was a mudslide with every step, rivers were deadly torrents, and the cold wind sliced right through the skin. This was the worst I had ever seen Neverland. Now I know I could end it and all it would cost was my pride. Things could go back to normal, I could play along and pretend that I am happy being Peter’s Lost Girl and life will continue on.

If I gave in now though who would I be? The obedient little pet that just rolls over when he throws a tantrum? No. I do not care how long it takes, Peter Pan will swallow his damn pride and apologize for what he said and admit he was wrong. If that means putting my friends and brothers through a couple weeks of rotten weather then so be it.

A gust of wind blew into the cave and extinguished my fire. “The least he could do is turn the heat back up.”

~~~

“So, you find Y/N?” Ben asked when Devin returned to camp.

“Yeah,” he ducked into the tent, “She’d hiding out in a little cave on the north side of the island.”

“We’re you able to talk her into ending her fight with Pan?”

“It’s Y/N. What do you think?” Devin huddled into himself trying to retain some body heat.

“Great. We’re going to be living in Never-Hell forever.” Nick muttered. “All this because Pan said he didn’t care about her? Geez.”

“Wait, what?” Ben and Devin turned to stare at Nick. “Is that seriously why?”

“I overheard their spat the night after the pirates invaded camp. I figured it wasn’t my place to divulge their problems so I didn’t say anything.” Nick trailed off as the other two glared daggers at him. “That was before things went south of course.”

“What I can’t wrap my head around is that Y/N would let this go on because Pan said something to hurt her feelings?” Ben scoffed, “The girl is a walking weapon with a hell of a temper and a superiority complex that rivals Pan himself. Is there something you’re not telling us, Nick?”

Nick gave out a long sigh. “If it wasn’t obvious already Pan and Y/N have a connection that goes deeper than we know. There’s something he really trusts her with and she trusted something in him. When he said he didn’t think anything of her she took it kinda personally.”

“It’s a lie. We see how they are around each other.” Devin groaned, “Why can’t see she that?”

“She does. She knows he’s lying or in denial or whatever.” Nick rubbed his temples, “That’s the whole reason she’s doing this. Y/N wants him to admit that he was wrong when he said she was nothing more than another recruit.”

“So we’re waiting for one of the two most stubborn people in the universe to go running back to the other with their tail tucked between their legs?” Ben started to laugh. His laugh spread to the others and soon all three were in stitches. “We’re gonna be living in this rain for years aren’t we?”

“Probably.”

~~~

I left the cave to find some food. Filling my belly with imaginary food was taking it’s toll and I needed some real grub. The trees were too slippery to climb and all the berries washed off the bushes. Time to do some fishing.

I went back to camp and grabbed a net. “Here I was hoping you were dead.”

“Nice to see you too, Felix.” I went to the nearest stream. “Care to help me?”

He took one side of the net and hopped across to the other side of the stream. The rush of water tried to swipe it away but we held it tight. “Where have you been hiding?”

“Felix,” I blinked through the rain drizzling in my eyes, “I know you don’t care. I also know that you wouldn’t help me in anyway that doesn’t help you. What do you want?”

“Talk to Pan.”

“No.”

“You tumor with breasts, the island is going to flood if you keep this up!” He snarled at me.

“No, the island is going to flood if Peter keeps this up. He’s the one that’s making it rain. You want this to end? Talk to him.”

“You don’t think haven’t already tried? If it’s impossible to talk sense into you imagine trying to reason with him?”

“I know. Trust me, I know.” I started to pull up the net out of the water, “But I don’t control him.”

“Are you so sure about that? Look at this rain!” he swept an arm through the air. “This is all because of you!”

“What do you–” I stopped myself, “The rain stopped.”

Felix noticed as well. Not even a drizzle. We let the net wash away with the stream and ran back to camp. The other boys left their tents to admire the lapse in the downpour. “Happy? The rain stopped.” I pat Felix’s shoulder, “Now I’m going to go find something to eat like I planned.”

“Y/N”

“Yeah?”

“You’re the worst.”

“And you need to come up with some better insults.”

With the rain gone and the island started going back to normal. It was warm again, the rivers were calm, the land was drying up so you weren’t slopping through mud everywhere. Surprisingly enough though no one had seen Peter.

Apparently after the rain started Peter just vanished. I wonder what made him stop making it storm. Surely if he had gotten over things then I would have seen him around the camp. With or without Peter life back at camp evened out. I was sleeping in my tent again which beat lying on a dank stone floor.

Finally one night I was tucked away and snug in my tent. I was in that sweet spot between sleep and awake, where you can tell you’re starting to dream. Things were warm, I was content, then there was a whisper.

My eyes snapped open. I looked around my little dark tent but nothing was there. Must have been the wind. I laid back down to go back to sleep when I saw a shadow pass by. Someone’s out there. I reached for my dagger just in case.

“Y/N…” Peter’s voice was outside my tent. “Are you asleep?”

I let out a breath of relief and put the dagger back. Now he shows up? In the dead of night when I’m trying to get some rest? Seeing as how I am still not speaking to him I was prepared to ignore him and go back to bed.

“Y/N, I’ll let you sleep for a month if you just talk to me for two minutes now.” he said. There was something gentler about the way he spoke that made me ignore my better judgement and stick my head out of the tent. He looked genuinely surprised that I paying any attention to him and just stared at me. I gave him a look as if to say, ‘start talking or I’m going back to sleep.’ “Don’t push me away.“ He held my face in his hands kissing me deeply.

What the hell does he think he’s doing?

I moved to push him off when a picture flashed before my eyes except it didn’t feel like a picture it was more like a memory. But it wasn’t any of mine. It was the fight with the pirates. I was wielding a sword instead of my club. Everything was going by so fast it was like a blur. Then it stopped, the eyes I was seeing out of were staring at…me. It was me in the white chemise, a sword being pushed through my back and out of my stomach before it was ripped out again. Then just like that everything went pitch black. All I could make out were shadows against more shadows. It began to melt away. I saw myself again lying on the ground red drenching the chemise, Felix next to me looking as scared as I ever saw him. The scene shifted, I was at Peter’s Thinking Tree. Staring down at my blood drenched hands. I scrubbed them raw until all the blood was gone but even with it no longer staining my fingers it was like it was still there. That ugly red shade still blaring back at me.

Peter let go of me and the memory ended. “Why did you show me that?” I spoke to him for the first time in over a month.

“Why do you think? I trust you.” he caressed my face. It was now that I really got a good look at him. Everything about him seemed tired. When was the last time he slept? The boy looks like he’s about to keel over. “And I need you to understand that what I said to you that night we moved camp it wasn’t true. I was angry and tired and worried and I shouldn’t have said what I did to you.”

“What made you change your mind?” I brushed the hair away from his weathered eyes.

“It took some time but I came to terms with the fact that if there is anyone in this world that is more headstrong than me it’s you. That being said an eternity could have gone by before one of us did anything. So while I suppose you won this round I’m counting it as a personal win because I am choosing to be the bigger person.”

I shook my head with a chuckle, “You really cannot be humble, can you?”

“What do you want me to say?” He avoided my gaze instead focusing on how he was fiddling with my fingers.

“You’ve had over a month to think about it. You know what you have to say.”

“You didn’t understand it enough from the memory?”

“I’m not forgiving you until you say it.”

“Fine.” He squeezed my hand, “You’re important to me.”

“Good, but not what I was looking for.”

“It’s what you’re getting.”

“Not good enough. Say it.” I bumped my nose against his, “Say it.”

“Will that please you, your highness?” he ground out.

“Immensely.” His eye started to twitch. He muttered something under his breath. “What’d you say? I didn’t hear you?”

“I was…” he trailed off again.

“If you don’t say it I’m going back to bed.”

“Sweet lord above,” he seethed, “I was wrong! I’m sorry! I didn’t crack open the island to get rid  of the pirates. I don’t think you’re just some replaceable Lost Girl. You are the most infuriating being I have ever had the misfortune of knowing but despite it all, despite the daily hell you put me through with just silence, I want you at my side. Not just as a confidant or a Lost Girl but as my friend. Was that what you wanted to hear?”

I enclosed my arms around him without hesitation, hugging him tightly. I swallowed back the lump in my throat and whispered, “Yes.”

He relaxed against me bringing a hand up to cradle the back of my head, “Does this mean you’re done ignoring me?”

I gave out a long sigh, “I hate you but there are times that you truly surprise me Peter Pan. So yes, I’m done ignoring you.” He made it very easy to hate him but it took a lot more to stay angry at him. In the end I was just waiting for the moment to welcome him back into my day.

“Oh thank you gods.” He gave out a groan of relief. “Now that that is settled, come here,” He pulled me in closer. I let out a short laugh before he smothered it with a kiss. We stumbled back into my tent.

He was laying on top of me not even giving me the chance to breathe before he was sliding his hands against the hem of my shirt. “Not wasting a second are you? I just forgave you. You think that’s an invitation?”

“Do you want me to stop?” he murmured against my neck.

“Lord no. I’ve missed this too, y’know.”

He grinned down at me before running his hands up under my shirt. His touches were gentle and tickled my skin. His lips left mine as he rolled my shirt up and off. He pressed kisses from my collar bone down my sternum, stopping at where my scar blemished my skin before kissing that as well. The soft sound of his voice whispering ‘I’m sorry,’ between kisses. I pulled his face back up to mine to hear them better.

I reached for his own tunic. He leaned off me long enough to remove it before pressing against me again. I was able to feel every curve, bump, dent in his skin. I didn’t realize I was starved for this kind of intimacy until it was in my reach again. Speaking of intimacy. “That didn’t take long did it?” I let out a hushed groan when his hips rolled against mine.

“I’m making up for lost time.” the whispers were gone replaced with the familiar growl I knew and loved.

“Lost time?” I raised an eyebrow at him, “Like you weren’t off doing this exact same thing with barmaids over the past couple of weeks.”

“I wasn’t.” he breathed into my ear, “Why would I go off to find some girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing when I have you right here?”

“Well doesn’t that make me feel special?” I chuckled.

“It should,” he gave me a particularly hard thrust. He caught my moan against his mouth. “Shh, you gotta be quiet pet. Don’t want the whole camp to know what we’re up to, do you?”

“Peter,” I gasped when he reached for the edge of my pants, “I forgive you and I am loving this right now but you do know that isn’t happening tonight, right?”

He let out a disgruntled groan before dropping his entire weight onto me. “Oof! P-Peter, can’t breathe…”

“Damn you temptress.” he mumbled into my shoulder, “I admitted I was wrong, what else do you want? How long must I wait?”

“As long as I say.” I kissed his temple with a giggle, “Still wanna make out?”

“No. You probably want to get to sleep.”

“Maybe before you came by and woke me up.”

“No no, I should let you get back to your beauty sleep.” he started to pull on his tunic. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You get back here and finish what you started!”

“Night, Y/N.” he disappeared out the tent flap.

“Asshole.” I collapsed back against the ground floor. Despite the abrupt end to our make up I found my face splitting with a smile.


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anonymous asked:

#un bisou de loulou à valli ! C'est quoi ce bissou de Lolita? o_O J'atteris pour te dire que ton headcanon m'a beaucoup touché. Frenching is hard in writing, merde. I can read it just fine and get the references - LOVELOVELOVE how erudite your fic is and I too have a head!soundtrack while reading. But most of all SuD reminds me I'm such a sucker for a certain type: 'Personne ne le connaît vraiment. il a peu d'amis. 'Emmanuel a besoin de tout le monde et de personne.' (beaucoup de honte mais...)

C’est la marque de fabrique des bisous d’EM à MV, la plupart du temps agrémentés de caresses sur l’épaule et de “je fais tout pour avoir un bisou et te retenir parce que je ne veux pas que tu partes”, la preuve :

(gif signé @p-andore merci encore, je ne m’en suis toujours pas remise après tout ces mois)

Merci pour SuD en tout cas, glad you like it! (et si ça peut te rassurer (ou le contraire, je ne sais pas), j’ai mis un peu trop de moi-même dans EM *et* dans MV dans cette fic…)

THIS BULLSHIT

Lemme recap and unbox these past few days cause I’m fuckin tired:

1: Steve Bannon is removed from NSC

While on the surface this would seem like a strategic positive step towards removing the administration from white nationalist hysteria. However, Steve Bannon should have NEVER been on the NSC in the first place. Ever. But this is mostly likely a superficial move. Autocrats move people around for show. Bannon said he wanted to create chaos. That nasty fucker said his job was done. 

2: Biggest fucking idiot to roam free, Devin Nunes, recuses himself from Russia investigation

House Ethics Committee is investigating Nunes’ little fuckaree at the WH when he shared classified information w/press, and then WENT TO TRUMP HIMSELF WITH CLASSIFIED INFORMATION ABOUT THE RUSSIAN INVESTIGATION! This is all without telling his Democratic counterpart, Adam Schiff. This would be good news right? It is until you realized who replaces him. Republicans Gowdy and Conaway. Huge Trump fans. 

Nunes also threw a temper tantrum stating that leftist activists were at fault for recusal. I’m honestly not sure how Nunes gets through the day without having a grown up tie his shoes for him. 

3. Democrats in the Senate get enough votes to filibuster Gorsuch nomination. Turtle man, Mitch McConnell, goes nuclear 

Neil Gorsuch as a Supreme Court Justice is a threat to civil liberties. He ruled in favor of corporations on the Hobby Lobby case, claiming that corporations were people and therefore had religious freedoms. So Hobby Lobby were able to deny coverage for birth control on their insurance plans. He has a long track record of ruling in favor of corporations over individuals. None of the current justices presiding think he is a good fit for the Supreme Court. 

When Justice Scalia passed away during Obama’s administration, Obama fulfilled his Constitutional duty by nominating Merrick Garland to fill the position.

Mitch McConnell wouldn’t even give Garland a hearing. This is unprecedented and clearly a violation of norms and rules. 

Democrats voted to filibuster his nomination. Meaning, they would need 60 votes (at least 8 Republican votes). Now McConnell is going to go nuclear. Meaning he rules the Senate and makes the rules, and will change the rules by getting rid of the filibuster to push Gorushch’s nomination through. 

This will change how we confirm Supreme Court Justices forever. No longer will the party that isn’t in power be able to be heard on these decisions.

We are no longer a Republic by the People. 

4. Trump just launched 50 Tomahawk missiles at Syrian govt in response to gas attack on citizens

He did this without Congressional approval. This is an act of war. He did this with no explanation to the American people. Russia was warned, but not the fucking State Department. 

Do not be fooled. This was not an act of humanitarianism. Not when he is still banning refugees.

His approval rating is in the shits. He is desperate. He is a paranoid autocrat striking out. 

He is erratic, careless, and selfish. He has the launch codes. 

THIS DOES NOT BEGIN AND END WITH 50 TOMAHAWK MISSILES. 

Please be aware.

5. Misogynist, Mike Pence, was tie breaking vote on a bill that allows govt to withhold funding to Planned Parenthood 

This is a blatant attack on women’s healthcare. Period. The GOP is anti-woman. Period. Mike Pence is a misogynist. Period. I have had enough of white men making decisions on women’s healthcare. 

This roles back Obama-era regulations he put in place to protect Planned Parenthood from being attacked for political reasons. And republicans just threw it out. 

4. It’s My Party and I’ll Selfie If I Want To

It’s Devin’s birthday. I mean, with the attention he demands on a daily basis, I’m sure every day is Devin’s birthday in his own mind, but apparently it’s his real birthday, so Courtney throws him a party.

Also - Devin’s 22? Though he acts like a teenager, facially, I would have assumed he’s older. Perhaps Top Model is permitting him to shave a few years off the truth in order to have that “twenty-two” synergy that they love.

Nyle seems apprehensive about the party since his housemates haven’t done a good job of communicating with him. We’ve heard a lot of whining about this issue from Nyle. At first, I felt bad for him. However, the more he mentioned it, the less sympathetic I felt. If Devin, Mikey, Bello, and Hadassah aren’t talking to him, that sounds like more of a blessing than a curse. Take it from someone who’s had to hear the kinds of they’re talking about - you don’t want any part of their conversations anyway. So long as he’s got Lacey and Justin - who I think are the clear two first round draft picks from the entire lot anyway - Nyle’s already tight with the people who matter.

After seeing the party, though, I better understand where Nyle is coming from. Nyle’s not just wallowing in self-pity, he’s justifiably upset at the lack of consideration from some of the other models. It starts with Nyle trying to teach everyone the sign for “happy birthday,” which is met with a lot of indifference. Someone immediately asks if they can sing the birthday song “for real” instead.

Then Devin SHOUTS SUPER LOUDLY (loud for Devin, no less) at Nyle to badger him into saying “Happy Birthday” with his real voice. We saw him scream at Nyle’s deaf ex-girlfriend last week, too. Perhaps it’s that Nyle, like many deaf people, can sense the vibrations of really loud noises. Or perhaps Devin is one of those idiots that just thinks shouting at a deaf person is what it takes for them to finally be able to hear you. Either way, Nyle complies and says the words “Happy birthday” aloud, much to Devin’s delight. It’s sad, though, that while Nyle is trying to teach them his language, they just demand that he speak in theirs.

It’s also too bad they don’t still have the Line App sponsorship going so Nyle could easily communicate with the models in the universal language of emojis. (“You can literally have a conversation with stickers,” you know!)

Speaking of phones, Devin takes the rudeness to new heights when he demands that Nyle fork over his phone. As best as I can tell, Nyle is the only contestant with permission to keep his (product placement) Oppa phone with him at all times… you know, so he can communicate. Devin wants the phone, though, so he can take drunken selfies. Having his phone hijacked, Nyle is left with no choice but to be completely silent and shut off from the others for about twenty minutes.

Coincidentally, I received this “fan mail” the other day:

To respond to Bello Anonymous’s message, I am definitely the Nyle at many parties I attend - sitting in the corner, not making conversation and wondering when enough time has passed so that I can go home without being rude. Invite me to your parties, I’m a hoot!

Anyway, this selfie craze has clearly gotten out of control. You don’t need to take selfies to remember your birthday party when it’s already being filmed for a TV show… notably, the same TV show that’s going to portray you as a jackass for effectively muting a deaf guy. That’s more like SELFIE-ISH! Hopefully those duck-lip selfies were worth the negative edit!

Devin, your six agencies called - they’re dropping you for taking such horrible photos.  

5 Funniest Moments of ANTM Cycle 22 Ep. 8

devin last week: JOEY’S AN IDIOT FOR OUTING HER ALL GIRLS ALLIANCE DEATH FOR HER!!!

devin this week: *outs his own alliance when he really didnt need to*