i hope you are over 18

anonymous asked:

So, there was an anon ask where they asked for a percentage on how much was done. Has anything changed so far?

I’m assuming you mean for the final game, but I’ll share percentages for the demo too. These are just assumptions, mind you, so they may change over time.


       Final Game - 18%,  Demo - 95%


       Final Game - 42%,  Demo - 90%


       Final Game - 8%,    Demo - 80%


       Final Game - 12%   Demo - 88%

There are some low numbers for the final game, but remember there’s going to be so much content, it’s going to take forever for those percentages to rise. I have a lot of cool stuff planned, so I hope you guys can handle the wait. It’ll be worth it. :)

Make Me - One Shot Request

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff 

Word Count: 1119

Request: “Can I request, 18. “Come over here and make me.” 23. “Delete that immediately.” 58. “Have you lost your damn mind!?” 77. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.” 267. “Stop taking pictures! I’m fucking stuck. Be useful and help me!!” for my love, Bucky. Please and thank you!” From my darling, and ever patient @creideamhgradochas

Authors Note: So this is just a fun little piece of floof. It’s been in my drafts for a bit, I am sorry it took so long to complete your request but here it is my dear, hope you like it! 

Feel free to submit prompts or requests for drabbles and one shots!

Originally posted by robertdowneyrj

“Miss Y/L/N? Sargent Barnes and Captain Rogers require your assistance in Lab 3.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rings throughout your room, drawing your attention away from your research as you cock an eyebrow at the artificial intelligence. “What do they need F.R.I.D.A.Y.? I’m in the middle of something.” You groan, rolling your eyes at the interruption.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. is hesitant in her response, “Perhaps I should just conference them in to you?” She inquires, unsure how to answer your question. “Yes, yes, that’s fine.” You respond hurriedly, annoyed at the continuous interruptions. The speaker crackles slightly and you hear Bucky and Steve arguing on the other end.

“Boys?” You begin sternly, “What the hell is going on? You know I am in the middle of something so why…?” “I can’t believe you talked me into this!” Bucky’s voice interrupts you on the other end, as you hear Steve’s booming laugh break through Bucky’s stressful tone. “Buck, what?” “Babe, I’m in a bit of a bad spot and this asshole won’t help. I know you’re in the middle of your research but will you please, please, come to Lab 3?”

His voice sounds desperate as he pleads, forcing your curiosity to get the better of you. Reluctantly you rise from your desk, raising your glasses on top of your head as you exit the room, making your way towards Lab 3.

You quickly arrive at Tony’s secure lab and tap in the security code. The doors open to reveal Bucky, hovering in the middle of the room, encased in part of Tony’s Mark 23 Iron Man suit. Steve was beside him, flicking paperclips at his floating friend and laughing loudly, offering absolutely no help.

HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND!?” You scream, jaw dropping as you stare at your boyfriend. “Hi honey,” He grins sheepishly, cheeks turning red, making Steve laugh even louder, forcing him to collapse into a nearby chair as he fights to catch his breath. “Hi Y/N.” He sputters through the tears now leaking from his eyes as he laughs harder still.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” You yell, taking in the scene in front of you, still not believing the stupidity of the two men. “Stark will kill you if he finds out.” You move quickly forward, trying to yank Bucky down from the hovering position.

“I know, I know. See what happened was… It’s Steve’s fault!” Bucky splutters, struggling to stay upright, not knowing how to balance or control the suit’s thrusters. “He made me do it! And now I’m stuck and he won’t help me.” Bucky’s plea was desperate, his face hot with embarrassment.

“James Buchannan Barnes! He made you do it? You are over 90 years old and you are acting like a god damn child!” Bucky’s embarrassment grew as you scolded him, Steve’s laughter resurging beside you.

“I know, I know. I fucked up, will you just please get me out of this before Stark finds out. Doll, come on… what… what are you doing?” You couldn’t help but crack a smile yourself as you pull your phone out of your back pocket and begin taking pictures of Bucky in his guilty position.

“Just getting photographical evidence in case you ever piss me off.” You tease, dancing around Bucky, rapidly filling your camera roll with his guilty face. “Doll, come on, delete that immediately!” He moaned, whining slightly as you giggle around him, snapping more pictures.

Come over here and make me.” You tease, dancing around his hovering form, just out of his reach. Steve’s laughter was an all-out roar now, as he rapidly wipes at his eyes, trying to gain control.

Stop taking pictures! I’m fucking stuck. Be useful and help me!!” Bucky begs once more as you finally gain a grip on your laughter, moving over towards the computer. You key in a single code then raise your eyes towards the ceiling “F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” “Yes Miss Y/L/N?” The artificial intelligence responds immediately, “Please cut power to Mark 23 Iron Man suit.”

You hear a loud thunk as Bucky makes contact with the ground once more. “Oh thank god.” He sighs, relief flooding his face. “Great now help me get out of it.” He moves towards you, extending his arm for help. You crinkle your nose, pursing your lips as you tease him, pretending to debate whether or not to help him.

“Oh come on Doll, you have to help me get out of this.” He begs, stepping towards you again. You laugh and dance out of his grip once more. “The thing is Buck, I don’t have to help you do anything.” You giggle, stepping out of his grasp once more. “Yeah Buck, she doesn’t have to do anything.” Steve teases, mocking Bucky mercilessly.

Bucky’s cheeks grow red once again, looking angrily at Steve. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Please initiate detachment of the Mark 23.” You roll your eyes as you speak to the A.I., watching the suit dismantle at your words, causing Bucky’s face to flood with relief.

“Thank you” He sighs in relief, stepping out of the suit, stretching his legs slowly. “Booooooo” Steve howls still laughing raucously at the situation. “Now,” Bucky growls moving quickly towards you, “about those pictures.”

In a moment he is in front of you, his lips crashing into yours as his arms pull you tight against him. Steve’s laughter is cut short as Bucky presses his lips more firmly against yours, his fingers gliding down your arm, slipping the phone from your hand.

“Hey,” you protest as he pulls away from you, taunting you with your cell phone. “Give that back, I got those pictures fair and square…” Bucky interrupts you once more, “You see the thing is Y/N, I don’t have to do anything.”

He laughs as your eyes narrow at him, stepping forward quickly to wrap you up in a persistent kiss as he pulls you against him once more. Steve rolls his eyes, quickly withdrawing from the situation, his fun now done, he has no desire to stick around to watch his best friends go at it.

“Buck, I’m serious,” You pull away from him, making a grab for your phone as he holds it just out of reach. “Give it back!” You protest, pouting slightly at his obnoxious behavior. “Aww Babygirl,” Bucky mocks, pouting at you in return as his voice drops to a growl, “Why don’t you come over here and make me?”

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Family Matters

John Laurens x Reader 

Note: I am so sorry this has taken so long to get to! Things have been kind of hectic but I’m back to writing now and here you go! I hope you enjoy. Also I want to clarify that the reader is supposed to be 18 while the guys are all 19 so like, they are both adults.

Request: @lunaladybug asked: Hi! I’m here to request a John Laurens x Reader. Reader is Alexander’s little sister. He is very protective over her but they and tease eachother a lot. One day Alex asks Reader if she’d like to meet his friends. Reader is like “yeah okay.” She meets Hercules, Lafayette, and John. Once she sees John, she’s helpless. John also kinda likes her but is wary since, hello, best friends’ little sister. Eventually they start flirting and Alex becomes a smol angry big brother. “THATS MY SISTER, BRO WTF" 

AU: College

Word Count: 1,876

Originally posted by skinnybirch

When someone knocks on your bedroom door you jump slightly before calling out to tell them to come in. 

As the door opens, you turn to find your older brother Alexander standing in the doorway. After not seeing him for a couple of months while he’s been away at college you couldn’t be more excited to see him.

"Alex!” You exclaim as you get up from you spot at the desk, quickly crossing the distance between you and wrapping your arms around your brother.

“Hey Y/N” he says, returning the hug and holding you tight. With your arms around his middle you notice how he’s lost weight and glancing at his face you notice just how dark the circles under his eyes are.

“I see you’ve been working yourself to death” you tease, poking his side as you both pull out of the hug. 

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06 . 18 . 2016
(had to keep reposting this omg)

didn’t do as much yesterday, but i did finish these notes over a science review :^)

me and a friend also started marathoning american horror story and im getting attached to evan peters tate, and i couldnt help but spoil some parts for myself because why was there a guy in a shiny morph suit ????

im planning to start a bullet journal when school starts since i dont have much planned for the rest of summer so please wait on that !

i hope you have a great day :D

anonymous asked:

Rev the state of Indiana is attempting to make it legal for police to kill protesters with no repercussions.

Had to double check this one and unfortunately it’s true. SB 285 would allow police to remove protestors (in a group of at least 10) blocking traffic by “any means necessary”. Obviously this is very against the first amendment which allows for free speech and peaceful assembly. Blocking traffic is nothing compared to getting fucked over by a government that wants you dead or suffering. Sometimes it’s the only way to get the point across.

As much as I hate to say it Obama did sign a lot of laws that allowed for some really fucked up stuff to happen to protestors. But nothing as bad as this. I hope the people of Indiana work to impeach Jim Tomes. Based on what I read in this article he is an awful man.


Can You Teach Me [Part 3]

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Scott x Isaac x Liam


Word Count: 2,316

** Hey guys! Hope you’re enjoying it so far! You can find the rest here Part One Part Two**

Originally posted by youtubersandothers

      When I wake up in the morning, the sun is creeping across the floor of Stiles’ room. I turn my head, slightly confused as to how I got here when I notice Stiles’ arm flung over my waist and his face buried into the crook of my neck. I stop moving, not wanting to wake him up just quite yet. He looks so peaceful sleeping like this and part of me feels very content to just lay here with him like this in a sense of absolute peace. But another part of me, a quiet whisper in the back of my mind, worries that the allure is already starting to effect him.

     Growing up, my mother always told me that the life of a mermaid is a lonely one. While the aspect of capturing the affections of men is incredibly easy, much of it is due to the allure. Mermaids need a constant level of physical affection to maintain control, and so we were gifted with natural good looks, the basics like blemish free skin, long eyelashes, eyes with vibrant colors, desirable figures regardless of how little we try to maintain them. Along with our looks, we’re gifted with an allure. The allure increased the levels of lust and sexual drive of the men we use it on. More experienced mermaids are able to use their allure on a whim, simply needing to make eye contact. Those inexperienced, like myself, generally need a starting form of physical contact like a kiss. But the allure itself is simply manifested in physical attraction and lust with the side effect of infatuation with absolutely no true emotion behind it. Very few can manage to see past the allure to actually see the mermaid for who she truly is.

     Stiles shifts next to me, pulling me tightly against him, and placing a soft kiss against my cheek. “What time is it?” He mumbles into my hair, his voice deep and rough with sleep, and the sound of it sends a shiver down my spine as I glance up at the clock on his bed side table.

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tokoyamifumikage  asked:

Ushiten coffeeshop AU with ushi as a barista maybe? "according to your approximate height, weight, and my common sense, 18 shots of espresso is more than enough and i am cutting you off" lmao :D

oooomg i’m in love with this idea ;; coffeeshop aus are sO CUTE,, I hope i did okay, thanks for the request!

Tendou Satori starts every morning before work the exact same way. Sure, he’s really not much for routines, and he prefers spontaneity over most things in life, but he can’t help it. The small coffee shop about a block away from the manga shop he works at is worth stepping into every morning.

The coffee is average, but it’s fairly cheap compared to other places in town, and it’s always a good feeling to walk inside and immediately be greeted by familiar faces who instantly know what he’ll be ordering. Sometimes, they’ll even have it ready seconds before he walks inside, and that’s one of the coolest feelings he’s ever felt. It almost makes him feel like royalty.

This morning is different, though.

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Sinking - Part 1 - Smut

Originally posted by oceansprincess

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 3,900

AN: Super secret project of mine, I’ve been thinking about this for awhile and since I was stuck on The Wedding Singer I decided to churn this out. It’s only going to be two parts. Thank you to my babe @toppunks for reading this over for me and encouraging me and being an all around super human being who I love so much! I hope you like, let me know what you think so far. The mythology here is borrowed from real life and some of it will be made up just an FYI.

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You sat on the hood of the jeep, Stiles’ sweatshirt hanging off your frame as you gazed out over Beacon Hills from the lookout. Your best friend was sprawled out beside you, long limbs dangling off the side of the vehicle.

“Did you have a good birthday?” He asked, his eyes flitting over to you as you tucked your knees into the sweatshirt with the rest of your body.

“Yeah, thanks to you.” You glanced over at him, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Well, it’s not every day you turn 18, you know.”

You snorted. “Guess not.” You yawned widely.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” He slid off the jeep, his hands coming to grip your hips and lift you, placing your feet on the ground.

You pitched forward, arms wrapping around his middle. “Thanks, Stiles.”

He hugged you back, his lips brushing your hair. “Any time, Fish.” You smiled at the nickname, before letting go and climbing in the car.

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For all you people who are interested in how umfb&mha is coming along, the first draft and the rewrites for chapter 10 have all now been completed. All that’s left to do now is the last editing which means that I should have the finished thing up sometime on Sunday (GMT). 

I hope you all are looking forward to the new chapter because it is another HUGE one! Just like 8 and 9, chapter 10 is over 18,000 words, because apparently this is my new normal (oh god what have I done???)

So yeah, check your emails on Sunday because the next chapter is coming!                                                           (‐^▽^‐) 

A Little Too Late Part 18

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 18

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel, Sam, Dean, Balthazar, Castiel, Crowley

Word Count: 1,066

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Here we are with Part 18!! I know I keep saying it, but it really does keep getting interesting! I hope you all enjoy it!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3 *Remember you can request headcanons still! You can also request imagines and oneshots!*

Part 17 ; Part 16 ; Part 15 ; Part 14 ; Part 13 ; Part 12 ; Part 11 ; Part 10 ; Part 9 ; Part 8 ; Part 7 ; Part 6 ; Part 5 ; Part 4 ; Part 3 ; Part 2 ; Part 1

You and Dean arrived at the nightclub dressed in appropriate attire.  Dean pulled the Impala to a stop, taking the keys out of the ignition.  He glanced over at you, noticing how great you looked in your dress.  “You look great [Y/N],” Dean murmured, a smirk spreading across his lips.

You snorted, “I don’t feel great in this dress or in these heels.  My feet are already killing me.  By the way Dean, if we get separated don’t worry, I’m carrying my silver blade.”  You pulled your dress up enough to show the handle of your knife.  “Thank God for sheaths am I right?”

“You are unbelievable [Y/N],” Dean sighed, opening his door.

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Why be normal when you can be free? (Modern!Jacob Frye x Reader fanfiction)

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed (Modern AU)

Warnings: bullying

Word Count: 2,797

So I got a request for a Jacob x Reader where the reader is being bullied. I’ve seen many Reader Inserts when it comes to the topic of bullying, they usually take the same route and I wanted to stride away from that. I’m a little nervous about this piece because while I was bullied as a kid, I was never bullied in high school so I had a little bit of a hard time writing this because I couldn’t relate to it as well as I hoped. But I hope you like it :) Jacob and reader are about 18 in this fic.

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My Blog: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/palerainbowonair


When I get lonely, I set my phone’s alarm to go off every few hours so I can imagine what it would be like to have people texting me.

As you can see I love people and they love me :D

I hope to meet some nice people here.So of anybody need’s someone to talk even if we don’t know each other you can talk to me.

I came. I saw. I made it awkward.

Update time:

Im so sorry for anyone I have not replied to!! Christmas is a really hard time for me due to my childhood abuse. Add in all the relationship/court drama and right now is pretty rough.

Still living in my car. In the process of dropping out of college. My mother is trying to send me to rehab for drugs and alcohol. (totally not happing. thank god for being 18). Trying to get everything set up to move across the country. (starting over where no one can find me). And ya. Thats life.

By the way, can the haters please stop? I cannot handle it right now, and I will never understand how people are able to send anonymous messages telling someone to kill themselves. That is horrific. I hope you feel better about yourself and whatever situation you are in to cause you to lash out like that. Just my two cents.

I will be trying to catch up on messages (except hate mail, as you deserve none of my time). Hang in there friends. Love you all and Im proud you are still kicking 😉💖

—  (via story-of-a-sad-teen)
Mom - Jonathan Byers Imagine

CHRISTMAS IMAGINES DAY 18: “We need to get my mom a gift.”

WARNINGS: Slight swearing

SUMMARY: All the gifts you need to sort for Christmas are ready. But Jon’s aren’t.

NOTES: We’re back! I’m literally typing this from my warm bed, while I struggle to keep my eyes open and get through it.

I’m so tired because my mom has constantly woken me up insanely early over this weekend. I genuinely just want a nap or something, in all honesty.

Anyway, hope you liked the updates yesterday and Friday, I loved writing them (and there may be either a Mitch update or a new update of OTTR coming soon, so keep your eyes peeled!)

Hope you enjoy this one!

Originally posted by therealspideyman

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Merry Christmas!!

this is my fourth christmas on this blog. I hope you all have an amazing day. There will a post tomorrow evening as per usual, but I strongly suggest you get pissed on amaretto and watch Love Actually (if you’re over 18 or 21 of course). And then it’ll be a week til season 4 so we better prepare for the fiery pits of hell now. Love y’all. peace out and happy birthday jesus xxxxx

Originally posted by throughtheparadox

Better Together. Part 2. Sneak Peek!

This holiday season is turning out to be busier than I expected and I haven’t had as much time to write as I’d hoped for. Still, I’ve been making some progress. 

New chapters of Better Together and One Victor will be up soon.

This small teaser is for  @notanislander, @peetaspikelets, @akosiroxy, @burkygirl, @mega-aulover@roseymama, @honeylime08, @katnissdoesnotfollowback, @mtk4fun, @sponsormusings and everyone else who has read, liked, and sent me their love over this little piece. Thank you so much for your kind words and encouragement, they mean the world to me.

I won’t keep you waiting much longer. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy! Happy holidays!

Dear Peeta,

Happy birthday!

I can’t believe you’ll be turning 18 this week! Or that it was only a year ago that we sat in Victors’ Village, blowing out the candles on your beautiful birthday cake.

So much has happened since then.

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Not Dead Yet (Part 18)

*I have been staring at this chapter for days debating with myself over the development. But you all have given me such love and I like this chapter too much to change it. Hope you like it too!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: mild language

“Wakey wakey.” I shook Pan awake the next morning. “We have a lot of walking to do.”

“For god’s sake woman, why do you have to get up so early?” he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Stop complaining. You’re the one that wanted to get to a town so let’s go.” It seemed to take him a moment to remember what had happened yesterday. When he came to he gave me a dirty look and spent the next ten minutes grumbling about getting us stuck in this situation.

“So, Pan, any idea on how we’re going to find a way back home?”

“Hit up the black markets and dodgy parts of town. We’re bound to find something sooner or later.” he shrugged, “Also, it might be safer for you to stop calling me Pan when we’re here.”


“Enchanted Forest. I’ve made some enemies, most of them from here. If they were to catch wind of me being here with no way to escape then it could prove rather bad for us.”

“What do you want me to call you? Andrew? Robert? Eugene?”

“Peter will suffice.” he rolled his eyes, “Don’t look so giddy, it’s just my name.”

“Yeah, but you never let anyone call you by your first name.”

“Details, details…”

“Well, glad to have the non-honor, Peter.”

He shoved me but I could tell it was in good spirits. I knocked him back and we kept shoving each other like that until I ended up body slamming him to the ground. He stared up at me in shock before an oddly calm grin took over his features. “You are gonna pay for that one, Lost Girl!”

“Only if you can catch me!” I took off running and he followed after me. When he did catch up he tackled me to the ground. “Nice one, Pete.”

He turned me over and cocked an eyebrow up at me. “What? Don’t like Pete?”

“No.” he said in a very serious tone that made me chuckle. “Something funny?”

“No, no…you just got so serious.” I teased.

“Come on,” he pulled me up.

“I guess I can’t call you Petey then either, huh?”

At this his eye started twitching. “Calm down I was just joking. You need to find yourself a sense of humor.”

After a couple hours Peter and I found a town and using some money I pickpocketed got a room in the inn. Sleeping outside was no problem but it was freezing here. One small room with only one bed and a hard wooden chair created some issues. It took some serious arguing on my end to get him to even allow me to stay in the room. According to him since it was my fault we were stuck here I should have slept on the floor but I reminded him that we only got this room from the money I pickpocketed so I deserved it more. In the end we ended up having to share the bed which, let me tell you, wasn’t easy!

“Keep your feet on your side!” I shoved his freezing feet away from me.

“Well I would if you didn’t hog all the blankets!”

“Maybe you’d be warmer if you put a shirt on!”

“I can’t sleep with a shirt on! You’re not wearing any pants!”

“Cause they’re caked with mud!”

“For the love of–” he yanked hard on the blanket, pulling more to his side.

“I don’t have any now!”

“How about you complain about it more, I’m sure that’ll warm you up.”

“Fine, I don’t need a blanket. My seething anger will keep me warm.”

“Sounds good to me.” he rolled over so his back was to me. I curled into myself trying to retain some body heat and eventually drifted off to sleep.

The ringing of bells woke me up the next morning. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and realized I was alone in the room. Where had Peter gone so early in the morning? As if he knew I was thinking about him Peter strode back in with a bundle of clothing and wearing something that wasn’t his. “What’s all this?”

“If we’re going to be stuck here we need to blend in or else the townspeople are going to think we’re nothing but bandits.” he threw me some clothes, “Get dressed.”

“Alright.” I stood up and stripped out of my old worn shirt and into the dress Peter had found me. “Do I have to wear a dress?”

“Stop complaining.” he tossed me my dagger. “Also keep that concealed, nothing screams suspicious than a girl with a bloody knife.”

After we were dressed we left to get some breakfast and look around the village. It was a rather large village bustling with activity and a castle way up on the horizon. I wonder whose kingdom we were in?

We went around to some seedy shops looking for some form of magic to get us back home. Everywhere we looked though the seller either tried to pass off junk to us or simply didn’t have anything magical.

“This is getting tedious.” I groaned, “I know I’m not well versed in magical objects but even I could tell that was just some crudely painted piece of wood.”

“Oh no, Y/N, it was a rare charm specially made to find magic beans out in the wilds.” Peter grinned and I found myself smiling back. “But in all honesty we are being shown nothing but junk it seems.”

“What do we do now?”

“Care for something to eat?”

“Yes please.” I snuck some coins off a passerby and we grabbed some bread and cheese at a stand.

“Hey, I have a serious question for you.” Peter broke off some bread I was holding.

“What’s that?”

“Do you really not know what a camel is?”


“When I was telling you about the spinner women I mentioned one of them had a lip that drooped like a camel and you said–”

“Okay, I get it. No, I do not know what a camel is. What’s a camel?”

“It’s an animal, kind of like a horse but with a longer neck and their back has these large bumps on them.” he explained, “I can tell by the idiot expression you aren’t getting this.”

“Here,” I pulled a wanted poster off a wall, “Draw me a picture.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Draw me a picture of a camel.”

“Fine.” He pulled me into the inn and we sat down near the fire. With a piece of charcoal in hand he set to work as I nibbled at the cheese we bought.

“So focused.” I tried to peer at the paper.

“You will wait until I’m finished.” he blocked it from view with his arm.

“Ugh, you artists.” I rolled my eyes. A minute later he slid the paper across to me. “I’d say it looks just like the real thing but y’know…”

“Thanks,” he snatched the paper back.

“But for real, you can really draw.” I stood up and grabbed another wanted poster off the wall and turned it over for him. “Draw me something else?”

“I demand pay for my creations madam!” he said in an overly grandiose voice.

“Then you shall receive it kind sir.” I tossed him a silver coin. “Now give me a drawing worthy to hang on my palace walls!”

“As the madam wishes, I will draw you the most beautiful portrait of my career.” I tried not to laugh as he set to his drawing. While I waited for him to finish I grabbed a book that was laying on a nearby table and began to read. I hadn’t had to read in so long I was afraid I might have forgotten.

The night grew late and I felt myself starting to nod off. “Hey, Y/N,” Peter tapped my arm perking me awake again, “Your grand piece of art.”

“Done?” I took the paper. His hands were covered in charcoal smears and there were charcoal shavings from him sharpening it. “You really put a lot of work into this didn’t you?”

“Of course. I promised my best work.”

“Then let’s see this…” my words trailed into nothing as I took in the drawing. It’s…it’s me. I didn’t look in mirrors all day but the likeness was uncanny. It was my profile staring down at something with focus.

“You drew me?” I sought his face. He was already looking at me when I faced him. Those hard green eyes were softer and his cocky smirk was replaced with a gentle smile.

“Yeah. Well you were sitting right there reading and the way the firelight was casting the shadows it…” he dropped my gaze like the act burned him, “I drew you. So what?”

I looked back down at the drawing. “I love it. Thank you.”

“It wasn’t anything.” he shrugged. “I’m going to get a drink, you want one?”

“Oh no. It’s late, I think I’m just gonna go to bed.” I folded the drawing and stuck it in my skirt pocket. “If you get drunk though and bring up some floozy I will throw you out the window. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.” he gave a mock salute as he wandered toward the bar.

I don’t know what it is but since leaving Neverland Peter was nicer. He was nice to me enough when we weren’t trying to kill each other but here things were different. It felt easy. Walking around town, joking, talking, and whatnot. That was the only way I could describe it. Things were easy. I felt like a wall had been torn down after years of chipping. He was still my leader and the boy that has tried to kill me numerous times no doubt, he was still Pan. Just watching him saunter over to the bar while I climbed the stairs to our room felt blissfully mundane. A part of me almost wished that we wouldn’t find a portal back to Neverland if it kept this lull of peace going on just a bit longer.

I went back to our room and changed out of the dress and back into my traveling shirt. At least I don’t have to fight for the bed tonight. I pulled the blankets up to my chin and was soon asleep.

Peter was true to his word and didn’t bring any floozies up to the room in a drunken stupor. What I did wake up to though was far stranger. He was back in the bed with his head laying on my chest and an arm wrapped around my middle fast asleep.

Okay…how do I get out of this?

I started to peel his arm off me then stopped when I caught a look at his face. He looked so peaceful. Everything about him was intense all the time that to see this was strange. Without realizing it I had brought a hand up to his head, running my fingers through his hair.

“What am I doing?” I whispered to myself and slid out from underneath him. The movement woke him up and he sat up. He gave me bleary glare.

“Why do you have to get up early all the time?” he flopped back against the bed.

“Habit.” I pulled the blanket off the bed. “Come on, we’re burning daylight.”

He begrudgingly got out of bed and the pair of us went back into town for another day of searching. I didn’t mention the fact that I had woken up intertwined with him. I doubt it would have gone over well and he probably would have just found a way to tease me with it.

After our failure yesterday we weren’t too optimistic on our chances of finding a magic bean or some other kind of realm jumper today. After the first dozen of rotten back alleys Peter was cranky and I was hungry. We went back to the inn early just as the sun was starting to dip on the horizon.

“I’m starving.” I moaned, “Got any money for food?”

“No, but we don’t need any.” he pulled me up off the bed. “I heard wedding bells ringing earlier and the inn was bustling with activity. I’m sure they wouldn’t notice if there are two extra guests at the reception.”

“We don’t exactly look like we’d fit in at a wedding reception do we?” I gestured to our stolen clothes and dirtied faces.

“Easily remedied.” he waved his hand and the pair of us were cleaned up. Peter dressed in a white shirt, green coat and black pants with matching black boots. I looked down at myself and saw that I was now wearing a red velvet gown embroidered with golden ivy leaves at the sleeves and neck.


“You love it you know you do.” he smirked back at me with a proffered arm. “Now, shall we?”

I rolled my eyes but took his arm and we went downstairs to join the festivities. We must have looked like we fit in quite well as others came up greeting us with smiles and offering us drinks and food. We sat down and filled our bellies with hot chicken, fresh bread, buttery potatoes and sweet cake, not to mention a good amount of wine and ale.

Music pulsated through the inn and everyone was dancing jubilantly. Well almost everyone. Peter and I sat away from the dancers, content to sip wine and chat amongst ourselves. Everyone looked to be having such fun though…

“Excuse me,” one of the young men from the bridal party approached us, “Care to dance miss?”

“No, she wouldn’t.” Peter said before I could answer.

“Yes, she would.” I stood up taking the boy’s hand, “Just cause you don’t dance doesn’t mean I don’t have to.”

“Y/N…” he warned.

“Like you were ever going to ask me.” I rolled my eyes and let myself be led out towards the other dancers. The boy held onto my waist as we started twirling to the music. I let out a wine induced giggle as the stranger and I danced.

The song ended and another began to swell anew. A different boy came up to me looking for a dance but was intercepted by Peter who pulled me away. I was pressed into him before being spun out and back in. “What’s this about?”

“Me asking you for a dance.” he shrugged.

“You didn’t ask though.” I reminded him.

“Details…” He held tight to my waist, spinning me so my feet scarcely touched the ground. Maybe it was the wine or the party or a combination of the two but we danced the entire night through, drowning reality with fantasy. Anytime someone tried to cut in Peter pulled me away with a cold look at whoever came near. I knew none of this would last. We were just playing pretend until we found a way back to Neverland. That was even if Peter still wanted me to come back once we did find a way. Until then I was content here dancing with him, tipsy and carefree.

It was like a dream. One of those dreams where everything feels so real and you’re so happy but the moment you wake up it fades into nothing leaving you empty in a way you can’t explain. That’s all this was, and I was dreading the moment when we finally woke up.

A line dance started and everyone was stomping their feet and shouting with good cheer making me forget my worries once more. One by one couples went down the line starting with the newly married couple. Peter and I ran down the tunnel of people, hands tightly intertwined and brows glistening with sweat.

Skipping, spinning, twirling in and out along with the wild frenzied beat until the song struck it last triumphant note and Peter and I were pressed flushed against each other breathing deep and smiling wide. His gaze flickered to my lips before leaning and pushing his mouth against mine. I could taste wine and sweat as I kissed him back. It was by no means a pretty kiss. It was hungry and gasping and passionate and fervid. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck so to get a better angle.

His hands wandered down to my hips. The music was drowned out by the sound of my heart pounding hard in my ears. He pulled away from my lips to nuzzle his face into my neck. His hot breath puffing like fire against my already scorching skin.

Then the dream came crashing down.

“Peter?” We froze and Peter pulled away. There was a girl with powder blonde hair and a worn pink dress staring at us with disgust. “You–you–!”

“Ah, Scarlet?” His voice sounded deeper than it did earlier.

“Giselle!” the girl screeched.

“Right…uh…how have you been?”

“Impatient, waiting for my dear lover to return with the ring he promised me!” The noise of the inn lowered as the others stopped to watch the scene.

“Oh my god…” I snorted.

“You! You’re the one that defiled my daughter!” A very large man approached us, murder in his eyes.

“Uh Y/N, I think it’s time for us to go.” He pulled on my hand and we made a shot for the door. We ran out into the town square and stumbled down into an alley out of sight. When it looked like we weren’t being followed we both broke out laughing.

“I thought that inn looked familiar.” he was doubled over, tears in his eyes.

“I cannot believe you! You are such a whore!” I couldn’t breathe I was laughing so hard.

“So this is my fault?”

“It is! It is entirely your fault!” I took in a deep breath. The dreamlike scenario already flitting away into obscurity as rational thought tried to regain control over my wine addled brain. “Well, casanova, where are we supposed to sleep now that we can’t go back to our room?”

Peter seemed to be having the same problem and had to take a moment to catch his breath before speaking. “We’ll make camp out in the forest. Not anything we’re not used to right?”

“Right.” we left the alley, leaning on each other as we escaped the town and found a clearing in the forest. Peter changed our clothes back to normal which I was only a little disappointed in. I wouldn’t admit it but playing dress up for the night had been fun.

We pulled some branches together and made an impromptu shelter for one. The other would stay up and keep watch. “Get some rest.” Peter sat next to the fire he had conjured.

“No, I can take first watch.” I tried to answer but he just shook his head.

“You’ll nod off, especially now that you have about a dozen glasses of wine swimming through ya. Go to bed.”

“Fine. But wake me up in a couple hours for my watch.” I yawned as I laid down to sleep on the chilled forest floor. Strangest night ever.

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