okay devin

Peter Pan Imagine - Worried About You

- Fandom: Once Upon A Time

- Warnings: blood, injuries

- Length: long

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Yeah I know this sucks but whatever, it’s something to post haha


Felix’s voice made Peter Pan look up from where he’d been sharpening his knife with a rock. He abruptly stood and hurried up to his second-in-command, his face creasing in concern. “I know that look, what happened?” he demanded.

“It’s the Indians,” Felix explained. “Apparently Tiger Lily has gone missing and they’re blaming us. Tinkerbell told me, said she didn’t have time to come here to let you know herself.”

“Typical Indians,” Pan scoffed. “Blaming us for everything. Soon enough they’ll learn we don’t have her. We may have to prove our innocence though. Make sure all the Lost Boys are prepared for an ambush at anytime. I know they won’t find our camp but they will target the hunting parties.”

Felix nodded, taking his club off it’s seemingly-permanent resting place on his shoulder. “Yes, Pan,” he agreed. “We’ll bring extra weapons.”

“Lost Boys, gather ’round!” Pan yelled.

At once the other boys stopped what they were doing and gathered around him and Felix, looking at their leader expectantly.

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“Felix has told me some exciting news,” Pan announced (gif). “Tiger Lily has gone missing and it’s no surprise the Indians are blaming us. I’ll send some boys out to collect more dreamshade—you can expect to be fighting here very soon.”

The boys murmured to each other excitedly, their eyes gleaming with hunger for a fight. This made Pan smile. He would lead the next hunting party purposely towards the Indian border. If his boys wanted a fight, they would get one. And the Lost Boys would win. They’ll have me, anyways, he thought. He’d taught his Lost Boys that fighting was fun and they always looked forward to it.

As everyone began to disperse, Devin hurried up to him. “Uh, Pan, there’s a hunting party near the Indian border right now, unaware of the threat.” he said.

“They have their arrows and spears and knives, they should be good,” Pan shrugged. “The only problem is the Indians have the element of surprise, but my boys are skilled fighters.”

Pan saw the unease on Devin’s face as plain as day. “Don’t worry,” he slapped him on the back. “It’s not like we haven’t had surprise attacks before. They can hold up their own, and that’s even if the Indians attack today. No guarantee.”

“Okay,” Devin agreed, reassured. Pan watched him walk away, then sat down on a log to finish sharpening his knife. His gaze travelled around the camp, soughting out (y/n). He didn’t see her.

“Felix!” he called, standing up. “Where’s (y/n)?”

“I sent out a hunting party earlier with her in it,” Felix replied.

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Pan stared at Felix in dread, surprised at the worry he suddenly felt (gif). “That’s not good…”

“What?” Felix asked. “Are you worried about the Indians attacking them? Like you told Devin, they’ll be fine.”

“But (y/n) has never fought the Redskins before,” Pan snapped. “And she’s not prepared for a surprise attack.”

“(Y/n) is one of the best fighters we have,” Felix pointed out. “And like you said, Pan, there’s no guarantee those flea-ridden Indians will attack anytime soon.”

Pan’s brows furrowed in worry. “But (y/n)….”

“Is fine.” Felix finished. He grinned. “Who would’ve ever have guessed that Peter Pan would ever be the one to worry, of all people?”

“Shut up,” Pan growled, not in the mood for the teasing.

“Sorry, Pan,” Felix backed off with both hands up.

Later that evening

Pan was crouched and tossing sticks into the fire when he heard shouting in the distance. He shot up, yanking his knife from its sheathe, curious as to what all the commotion was about. The other boys turned their heads, alarmed.

He recognized the voices though, and a moment later saw four of his Lost Boys emerge from the undergrowth bloodied and bruised.

“Get Pan!” they yelled. “We were attacked!”

Everyone rushed towards them and Pan pushed his way through the crowd, knowing before it was even said that this was the Indians’ doing. What he saw as the returning boys spread out made his heart drop. William was at the back of the group, carrying (y/n) bridal style. Her head lolled over his arms and her body jolted with every step he took. Pan halted (gif), speechless for a moment and unsure of the flood of emotions that overtook him as he saw his only Lost Girl seemingly-lifeless in this boy’s arms.

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happy 20th birthday devin!!!! 💙💙
i’m so proud of him and everything he’s accomplished so far in his career. the 5th teenager to have 6 30-point games in a single season?? all-rookie first team? i know his career is only going to get better from now, and i’m so excited to watch 😭😭 i loved and supported him during his days at kentucky and i will love and support him until the end of his career. even though he’s one of the messiest, dirtiest, and hoeish niggas i know, i still love him unconditionally. however, i do hope by him turning 20, he’ll grow out of being a whore (probably not 💀💀💀) anyways, i hope he has a great day & i love him so much ❤️❤️❤️

T.R.O.U.B.L.E. (9/9)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Language Guys

Summary: You and your twin brother Devin work for the Avengers, he’s an active agent who is far from being Bucky Barnes biggest fan, but you’re a simple assistant whose carrying on the secret affair with Barnes. How bad could this get, as long as no one finds out right?

A/N: We’ve come to the end, but of course there will be another Buck series shortly. Hope you all enjoyed the ride!

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Stepping into the elevator you punch in the code to the Avengers floor, leaning back you think over the events of this morning.

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I’ve been watching this stupid ass gif of this fuckin raccoon for 5 minutes straight and I guess that’s how you can tell I have no life.


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“She’s alright though, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s not like I’ve actually seen a girl since I’ve been here, but she is pretty fit.”

“I know right, I mean what I wouldn’t do to hit that.”

“Oh my God, yeah.”

“I would have her.”

“Shut up! If anyone were to get her, it’d be me.”

“No way!”

“Uh, yeah.”

The lost boys continued to argue while you sat up in the tree above them and chuckled quietly as you listened to them. And they were all fighting over you. In truth, though, none of them particularly struck you.

Felix was alright: he was tall and muscular, and you would just love to kiss your way up that scar, but you secretly thought he was pretty into Pan. And plus, he could randomly turn weird, like when Curly asked about his family once and Felix flipped out, beating the kid to within an inch of his life.

Then there was Devin. Devin was okay, if you didn’t actually talk to him and if you ignored the annoying thing he did with his hands when he talked. He was fairly muscular and he was a good fighter if you gave him a knife and something to charge at, but he got arrogant and that got infuriating.

So what about Rufio? Yeah, no, he wasn’t even going to make the list at all. The guy was insane. Sure he had big arms and could run faster than any of the others but he was always the one to get himself hurt doing nothing and he was always the one who refused to shut up even when everyone else was trying to sleep.

Curly? Curly was sweet and cute; he made you laugh when you needed it and he didn’t constantly want to fight, like the other boys. But that said, he couldn’t actually fight and the kid was about as weak as a limp daisy.

None of the lost boys particularly appealed to you.

Well, all but one.

“What are you guys talking about?”

You heard a new -but instantly recognisable- voice come into the conversation. You shifted until you could watch them as well as listen.

“Oh, hey there, Peter,” Devin greeted their leader, the boy king of the island. “We was just talking ‘bout Y/N. She is fit, i'n’t she?”

There was heavy pause. You frowned. Not being able to see Peter Pan’s face, you didn’t notice the scowl that was twisting itself into his features.

“That’s who you’re talking about?” he asked, his voice oddly quiet.

Devin faltered but, being the idiot he was, didn’t realise that that was the perfect moment to shut up. “Yeah, I mean, you see that she’s hot, right? I would seriously hit that, do you reckon she’d be up for it? Well, if I snuck her a sleeping poppy, it wouldn’t matter would it?” he joked, laughing loudly.

Dick, you thought bitterly to yourself, making a mental note to be wary around the sleeping poppies.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Pan suddenly bellowed, making the boys as well as you jump in shock. Twisting around in the branches, you could see his face now and it shot a shiver of fear down your spine. With his eyes darkening and his teeth baring like that, you could see why they called him the Demon boy of Neverland.

Devin was struggling to comprehend the change in the situation and stuttered, “Umm, well, I- err.”

Swiping forward, Pan had the boy’s neck in his hand in one movement. Gasping for breath, Devin clutched the hand that held his writhing figure just above the forest floor and begged him to release him in a strangled and fairly incomprehensible voice.

You gasped, loud enough for Pan to hear. He looked up and, at the surprising sight of you overhead, dropped the forgotten lost boy onto the floor and searched your face through the branches. Now, you couldn’t read the curious expression on his face. His eyes whispered one thing, while his whole being shouted another.

Losing your footing, without warning you felt yourself tumbling out of the tree with a muffled scream and fell down down down-

Straight into Peter’s arms.

“Oh, umm,” you mumbled awkwardly. “Sorry, I-err- I, umm lost my footing…”

He nodded, wordlessly and set you down with an almost shy look of embarrassment on his face, making you frown curiously.

As he strode away, you thought to yourself, that boy never fails to surprise me.

anonymous asked:

Hello it is I the ghost that has been haunting your blog. Oops. I did it again. Scrolled through an entire blog all at once because of the addicting good content. Can I just say this will be cheesy but I love your art you seem like a very cool person etc etc all that good true marshmallow goodness I loved watching the evolution of your art over time and it was very cool Anyway thanks for having me Sincerely ~ghost

This is simultaneously the most kind yet weirdly ominous ask I have ever received. You’re reminding me of that scene in Kung Fu Panda where the tortoise guy is all like, “peace out bro, it’s been real” and then just randomly dissolves into a bunch of peach blossoms and yeah okay this got weird I’m gonna stop now

Okay #1 nice way to try and make sexual assault about superhero shit, y'all really have your priorities in order. #2 Faraci was literally the biggest DCEU hater at the time? Like literally the only reason I ever knew who he was was because he continually talked shit about Snyder and the dceu. But whatever suits your narrative.

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“I’m so excited,” you grin, adjusting your dress as you step out of the car. 

Devin chuckles and takes your hand in his, “I never would have guessed,” he teases, stroking your skin with his thumb as he intertwines your fingers. “They’re all looking forward to seeing you again, and I’m sure Jazmin is counting down the minutes until we arrive.” 

You laugh, “I texted her when we were leaving the apartment, so she should be expecting us to be there any second now. I’ve missed her,” you pout. “It feels like I haven’t seen her in forever.”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes, “You were face-timing with her last night.”

Squeezing his hand, you release a small sigh, “But it’s not the same thing, Dev. It really isn’t.”

Devin lets you pull him towards the restaurant, “Whatever you say.”

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