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Imagine # 6 (Birthday request!)

Finally, I know you sent this to me on like Friday I think? I’m sorry, I had to go on a trip during the weekend so It was hard to find the time for this. 


“And they lived happily ever after”

I read out loud to myself, a smile on my face as I closed the warn out fairy tale book. My smile widened as I stared down at the cover, tracing the the letters with my thumb.

“If only…” I mumbled as I held it to my chest. I looked up from my book toward my opened window, the moon light streamed in through the curtains that swayed gently from the light breeze of air.

I’ve read through this book a million times, and not once have I ever gotten tired of it. It’s all just amazing, the stories, the wonder, the happy endings, and of course the magic. The thought of magic had always made me so happy, it intrigued me. I mean, who wouldn’t want to live in a world with magic?

I looked over toward my clock, my smile fell and I let out a soft sigh as I read that it said twelve o’ clock.

“Happy Birthday to me… I guess”

After placing my book on the night stand next to my bed, I laid down flat on my back and stared up at the ceiling. Today was my birthday, and I was spending it alone. No friends, no family. I thought it would be fun, do what I want, watch movies all day. But now I just felt lonely.

Finally, I let my eyes fall closed and turn on to my side. 

It didn’t even feel like ten seconds later until my eyes opened once again, I had this feeling, like I wasn’t alone. I sat up and looked around the dark room, I saw something move from the corner of my room in the shadows.

“Whose there?” I called out. Honestly I really wasn’t expecting a response, so when a figure appeared out from the shadows you could imagine my surprise. My eyes widened and I scurried up the bed, trying to get farther away from the intruder. Never know, they could be a murderer or a kidnapper or something.
“Who the hell around you?!” The figure didn’t say anything, they walked further out of the shadow and I could now see that they were a teenage boy looking around my age. He was really… well attractive, but I could feel something off about him as well. I mean other than the fact he broke into my house. He had this look in his eye that made goosebumps sprout on my skin and made the hair on my neck stand on end.

“It’s okay Y/N, I’m a friend” he greeted an gave me this little smug smile. He took another step forward, closer to my bed until he was standing right next to me.

“How do you know my name?” I asked and attempted to move away from him, I’d never seen him in my life. I know I hadn’t, I would remember meeting someone who looked as good as him.

“I’ve been watching you for a while, I know how lonely you are.”
I frowned at him, watching me? What the hell was up with this creep?
“Get out” I said, trying to sound tough and threatening. “Leave before I call the cops” He smiled and let out a small laugh, shaking his head slightly.
“I’m sorry, how rude of me not to introduce myself. I’m Peter, Peter pan.” He smiled that same cocky smile.
I raised a brow and glanced at my story b

Book on the night stand then back to him. “Very funny, now whats your real name?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Peter pan, I’m telling the truth. I’ll prove it”

He grinned wickedly at me and took a few steps back. I watched him suspiciously, but soon my jaw dropped when his feet began lifting off of the ground and he hovered  five feet off the ground. I got up from my bed and stood the floor, my feet padded on the ground as I approached him. I swiped my hands around the air around him and under his feet, but couldn’t find any indication that this was some kind of trick.

“You’re flying” I muttered in awe. He slowly began descending, the grin never once leaving his lips. He quirked an eye brow and his grin turned into a smirk. I couldn’t understand, Peter Pan wasn’t real. He was just some story book 

character created by some old guy. But never the less, I accepted it. Because hey, even if this turns out to be a dream, it’s a pretty amazing dream. ‘Cause like, who hasn’t had a crush on Peter Pan at least once in their life?

“You believe me now?”

I nodded

“Good, now the reason I’m here. I know it’s your birthday, and I know your lonely. And no one should ever feel lonely on their birthday” He grinned and walked toward the window before he turned to me, arms crossed over his chest.

“Let me take you to Neverland for your birthday, think of it as a gift”

“Neverland?” I questioned, my eyes widening even more and a small smile began appearing on my face. “It exists?”

“Well of course, you can’t have me with out Neverland. Now, will come with me? Back to Neverland?”

“I don’t know… I mean, I’d love to but. I’ve read stories about you, I mean I’ve read ones where your just this really nice kid that wants others to play with. But I’ve also read darker ones, ones where you don’t let people leave the island, sometimes you even kill someone in those. How do I know which Peter Pan you are?”

He gave me that cocky smile once more, which I found myself becoming more and more fond of every time he flashed it. “I guess you’ll just have to take a chance and trust me”

I thought for a moment, biting lightly at my bottom lip before finally I spoke.
“Okay, I’ll go with you” I stepped forward, standing next to him in front of the window. The only light illuminating the room was from the bright full moon that hung in the sky. His smile widened, clearly quite pleased with himself.

“Brilliant, now since you said you’ve read about me. ” he started and took my hand, sending shivers through me and making my stomach do flip flops. He turned me toward the window. “I assume you know the directions to Neverland?”

I smiled and pointed out toward the two brightest stars in the night sky.

“Second star to the right, straight on 'till morning”

He laughed, and I swear I’ve never fallen so hard for someones laugh before. I looked back at him and he had pulled out a small, glass bottle of some kind of sand or dust. Fairy dust?

He sprinkled the dust above my head, the shimmering gold like substance covering me and seemingly absorbing into my body ad making my skin tingle.

“Make sure to think lovely thoughts”

And we were off.


I find this slightly similar to my third imagine, but I kinda like this more. I hope you liked it Birthday anon! Happy Birthday again! <3

Was Jupiter Ascending a bit trashy?

Was it extremely silly and ridiculous?

Should it have been called Jupiter Descending?

Do I care?

It was mad and messy and fun and I spent the entire film with the hugest grin on my face. If I were 6 or 9 or 12 it would have destroyed my soul and consumed my life. But as a so-called ‘adult’ it just makes me supremely happy. Yes