→ peter knows all the tricks and uses them. there’s no way he’s playing withouth them [he prob did this]
→ he’s an ass, pls he locks the poor creatures up and then poof ! (“peter what happened with my sim” “……shhhh”)
→ who knew spiderman had something against sims……mhh
→ he likes building his own houses and will take A Long Time to do so (“peter… it’s been 5 hours, you need sleep” “(name), i’m not ready yet” “peter…….. u can continue tomorrow, y’know” “(name)…. i won’t have inspiratION!”)
→ just…. imagine peter up at 3am still working on that and one day he Just falls asleep on the keyboard and wakes up ready to continue, you having to remind him that yes peter, spiderman is Still a thing, school and sleep too, eh?
→ you sometimes really worry about him bc its been days and he’s still glued to the game
→ he eventually gets over it and goes back to his normal life, you delete/hide the game to prevent anything happening in the future
Requested: Yes, (Maybe a combo of both??) Based off of Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande, the reader is tired of Pan always being on top. She wants to test her limits, she doesn’t want permission. (..So basically she is top and Pan bottoms..) She is in charge of her sexual desires, not just there to fulfill Pan’s. The reader is a witch that pan is in constant competition with. She and Oan are always at ends with desire and anger ensuring,,,forced to work together and feelings ensure but neither will accept it
Warnings: Swearing | 18+ content | Long | smut
Note: Gifs made by me.
Don’t need permission Made my decision to test my limits ‘Cause it’s my business, God as my witness Start what I finished
“What am I going to do with you, love? You injured six to ten of my lost boys, stole from us, set fire to the camp…” He paced around the cage, arms behind his back as the she watched his every move with a smirk. “I just might have to kill you, darling.”
“You won’t kill me, Pan.”
“Oh? And what makes you say that?”
“You would have done it by now, instead of interrogating me. Am I correct?” She raised her eyebrow in a smug way, seeing his frustration starting to build up in his face. With a quick lick to his lips, he made his way closer to the cage, no expression on his face whatsoever.
“You do realize where you are and who I am?”
“I’m very aware. I just don’t care.”
“Why are you so goddamn irritating?” He growled, his hands gripping the bars so tight she could see the whites of his knuckles. Y/n only smirked deeper, getting as close to him as she possibly could.
“Because. It’s adorable when you’re angry. How you act so strong and intimidating, and shit. Like, you really expect me to be scared of you.”
"Hm. Expect? No. You should be. And if you need reminding of that, sweetheart…then so be it.”
Don’t need no hold up Taking control of this kind of moment I’m locked and loaded Completely focused, my mind is open
Y/n scoffs in his face, turning the other cheek as she pretended she didn’t know where he was going with this. Sighing deeply, she returns her gaze back to his now deep green eyes, sneering his own words right back at him.
All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God Don’t ya stop, boy
Pinned to the wall of his tent, rough and passionate kisses were exchanged between then two. Clothes were scattered all over the room, soft breaths and low growls the only sounds being heard. This was how every argument ended, how every teasing moment would come to; neither one would complain, or admit that this is what both of them lived for everyday. No, not just the sex (even though it’s a bonus) but it was the intense atmosphere the both of them fed off of, the little games they played with each other.
Pan would never admit it, but he actually had feelings for this girl. Her dominance, her arrogance, everything about her was intoxicating. The same goes for her, only deeper. She loved toying with the lost boy since day one, everything about him she wanted. She needed. But, Y/n hated being controlled, and that’s not a good thing when you live on the island of an egomaniac, sadistic bastard who loves control, fear and agony.
“Who do you belong to, love,” He would purr in her ear, thrusting at a speed that was inhuman, his hands holding onto her thighs so tight that the bruising he left would be brutal in the morning.
Y/n chuckles breathlessly, raking her fingers through his hair. “Not you.”
This only made him angry, his eyes getting darker to where the green was barely visible. He hoisted her legs higher, spreading them wider to where he hit that one spot that made her beg for more. Slowing down and going deeper, he watched as her eyes closed tightly, mouth hanging open slightly, while her moans increased. Pan wrapped one hand around her throat, pulling her in closer to where their lips brushed against each other, and their groans mixed together.
“I’ll ask again,” He growls, making sure to hit that very spot each time, grinning at every reaction he got from her. “Who..do you..belong to?”
Y/n opened up her eyes, staring at him with such a stare that could paralyze him right on the spot. And that’s exactly what she did. Halting his thrusts completely, Y/n had him under her hypnotic stare that she learned over the years, dark magic being another thing that drew the two of them together.
Next thing Pan knew, he was laying down on his bed, with Y/n straddling his waist, a look of pure seduction upon her face. He didn’t move, even though he could, he just chose not to. She’s done this trick before, it’s one of his favorites; whenever he pushed her too far is when the night got even better.
Y/n placed her hands onto his shoulders, slowly swaying her hips from side to side, grinding herself onto him. Pan bit his lip hard, holding onto her hips, trying to guide her movements, only for them to be smacked away.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t move. Don’t do shit. Just lay there, like a good boy. You come before me, injured lost boys and setting your camp on fire will be the least of your problems.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way-fuck!” He exclaims, as they finally connected once again, riding him at a steady pace. Cursing under his breath, and clawing at the bed, Pan’s eyes were shut tight at the intense pleasure he was receiving. Y/n’s moans were groaning higher and faster, as the new angle they were in was hitting every spot and nerve deliciously; leaving long scratches down his chest only increased the burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, his member throbbing like crazy, begging for release. And if not being able to let go wasn’t frustrating enough, Y/n slowing down the pace definitely was.
“No, love, please…” He begged, never in his life believing that it would to come to that. Y/n only smirked down at the boy, watching as his hips bucked upward, hitting her in the right way every time. Y/n leans downward to moan in his ear softly after every hip thrust he gave, practically making his head spin.
Nothing to prove and I’m bulletproof and Know what I’m doing The way we’re movin’ like introducing Us to a new thing
“Shit, Peter, I’m close…” She whimpered, enough to push him to the brink of no control. This was the first time, in all the times they’ve messes around, that she called him by his first name.
Unable to hold back any longer, he grabs her hips roughly before she could protest, and flips the positions. Pinning her down to the bed, his animalistic thrusts returned with Y/n wrapping her arms around him for dear life; moans and squeals spilled from her mouth like a waterfall while he chants her name like a prayer.
He whispers unholy things into her ear, biting the said area roughly while keeping his pace fast and deep. Now with her scratching down his back, he had to fight to keep his release at bay, while trying to chase hers. It was as if they were both holding on, neither of them wanting to give up so easily. Putting up a fight, Y/n flips the positions back to what they were before, riding him as fast as she can with her head tilted back in pure bliss. Pan watches her in awe at how hard she’s trying to make him release first, not wanting to be the weak one in this situation. But, he could also see how badly she wanted release, tears starting to stream down her face in desperation.
Gripping onto her hips one last time, Pan thrusts himself into her sharply, pivoting his hips in an angle that sent Y/n’s eyes to the back of her head and her toes to curl. Repeatedly doing that motion, while whispering encouragements to her breathlessly was more than enough to send Y/n beyond the edge. Arching her back and letting out a large and long scream of pleasure, Y/n finally was able to let go. Her pulsating walls had the same effect on him, as she kept thrusting to ride out her orgasm, his hips stuttered with his release coming fast and abrupt.
“Oh, my fucking-!” He chokes on his words, his back arching off the bed as his euphoria finally hit. Pan came in long, hot spurts that painted Y/n from the inside, leaving a warm feeling deep inside her. Catching their breaths, glistening with sweat, and the smell of sex surrounding them…it was as if they were in their own little sick heaven.
I wanna savor, save it for later The taste of flavor, 'cause I’m a taker 'Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature I live for danger
As they were finally calming down, sitting in silence and still connected as one, this was the time where they would just sit and…stare. Watch each other, and just memorize one another’s features. This was a time where they weren’t at each other’s throats, where everything is calm and quite…
Y/n leaned downward to the boy, an exhausted look upon her face, while his wore nothing but a content smile. Keeping the intense eye contact for a little longer, Y/n pulled off him swiftly, wincing slightly at the emptiness she felt afterwards. Sitting up on the bed, she ran a hand through her hair, calming down from earlier activities.
“Why do we keep doing this, Pan?” She rasped, sighing heavily as he sat up as well. Looking at the back of her head in confusion, he shrugged.
“Because it’s fun. Satisfying.”
“But, we do this all the time, and go right back to hating each other. I’m starting to grow bored…”
“I don’t think I ever asked for your opinion, I don’t care if you’re bored.” That was a lie. Inside, he was terrified of her being ‘bored’. What did that mean? Did it mean she was bored with him? Would she move on to someone else? He wouldn’t let that happen, not if he had any say in it. Turning her head toward him, the anger was evident on her face after he said what he said. Quickly, but carefully standing from the bed, she starts to collect her things, ready to leave.
“Where are you going?” He asked, slowly starting to panic at how fast she’s trying to leave. Usually she would stay a little longer…what’s different now?
“I’m a fool to think that for once you would think of me. To think that maybe instead of these childish games, you would be a man and actually move past this useless bickering and bullshit. But, who am I kidding? We can never be anything but enemies, who fuck each other after every fight.” She snapped while getting dressed, not daring to make eye contact with him. Standing as well, Pan watched her with wide eyes, and mouth hanging open for a moment. He didn’t really know how to respond.
Finally finding the words, he spoke. “Wait, love. Don’t go. I…I do think of us as more…many, many times. I hate having the only way to talk you is by yelling, screaming, and constant headaches. You’re a bitch, of course, but…you’re a bad bitch. You’re a dangerous woman. And I love that about you, so much, darling. I wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world. I love you.”
Y/n continued to get dressed, before turning to look at the boy one last time. That angry scowl still colored her face as she glared darkly at his naked form, suddenly disgusted. “You can’t even respond to me. Pathetic.”
His eyes widened as he realized he didn’t actually speak those words out loud. Pan only imagined himself speaking such words to her, but didn’t dare to utter any of it. He was too cold, too proud of his dark ways, such as an emotion as ‘love’ had no room in his brain, nor his heart. He’s been hating for far too long, cursed to possibly never be loved.
All girls wanna be like that Bad girls underneath, like that You know how I’m feeling inside Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout
Shaking her head, Y/n looks at the ground, shame starting to fill her from the inside. “These late nights that we’ve been sharing are over. From now on, I refuse to be played with, like some cheap sex toy, Pan.”
“I’m done wasting time playing these games with you. To think you were ever a challenge is what really baffles me.” He bites his tongue, while staring back at her in shock. Hurt and offended, he verbally growls at her, that anger starting to boil up from inside him again. On the inside, Y/n was beating herself up. She couldn’t stand making him angrier with her than he already was. The only way she knows how to talk to him would to just provoke him. It’s not her fault, it’s just how she was. Maybe it was for the best…
“Fine. If that’s what you want…prepare to be hunted down by my lost boys, like the filthy animal you are.” He spoke with bared teeth, fist clenched, as his soft green eyes returned to their piercing color from before. Rolling her eyes, Y/n only scoffs at his words, taking out one of the knives from her holster and pointing it in his direction.
“Prepare to lose more of your lost boys.”
Pan started to stride closer to her, nostrils flared as he threatened. “I will make sure that they show no mercy to you when they catch you. That pretty face of yours won’t be pretty no longer.”
“Aw, then what will you masturbate to at night?” Y/n spat right back, also getting closer and closer to the boy. The last comment left Pan speechless, but it didn’t stop him from throwing another comeback.
“There are other girls in the world, love. You can be replaced.”
“Can I?” Her eyes flickered downward for a split second, the sight she saw bringing a delightful glint into her eyes, as her smirk grew deeper. “Good luck finding one that can excite you as much as I can, just by using sarcasm.”
Pan blushed slightly, looking anywhere but at her. Waving his hand, his lower half was covered again by his trousers, but the tent in them was still noticeable. Chuckling slightly, Y/n took a few more steps closer to the boy, to where she close enough to wrap her arms around his neck lazily. He wanted to push her away, but they both knew he couldn’t.
“Face it, Pan. I weaken you. And you love it.”
“I thought you were leaving. I recall you being done with my games. So go on, then. I’m not stopping you.” This only made Y/n chuckle more, as she grabbed his jaw to turn his attention right back to her.
“I’m not hearing you deny it.” Leaning in slightly, she brushed her lips onto his for only a moment, sighing heavily in the process. “I hate that you can make me feel conflicted, Peter Pan. I want to leave, and just throw you out of my mind…but we both know that’s far from possible now. We’re in too deep.”
Without realizing what he was doing, he had pulled her in closely, kissing her deeply but as softly as he could. Afraid that he might not get the chance, he was going to make sure that this kiss was memorable. Pulling away slowly, Y/n couldn’t hold back the little whine that escaped passed her lips one his were no longer there. Coming back to earth, she pulls away from him fully, seeing the mischief in his eyes, but the evident scowl on his face.
“Get out. I suggest you start running. The hunt starts at dawn, which mean you have less than an hour to hide.” He crosses his arms, watching as she cracks her neck, grinning at the boy, while he fought not to grin right back. Already knowing where this was going and how it would end up, the both of them ended on the same page.
Requested: Yes, HI CAN I HAVE A EXTREME FLUFF IMAGINE WITH ROBBIE KAY OR PETER PAN WHERE YOU GUYS GET INTO A REALLY REALLY BAD FIGHT AND YOU DECIDE YOU GUYS SHOULD BREAK UP AND HES LIKE NO BABE WAIT IM SORRY AND YOURE LIKE NOPE I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE AND THEN YOU LEAVE AND HE CANT FUNCTION WITHOUT YOU SO HE TRIES TO WIN YOU BACK AND IT TAKES A WHILE BUT ONE DAY HE FINALLY WINS YOU BACK EXTREMELY FLUFFY PLEASE
Warnings: Swearing, angst, will be two/three parts.
✨ Tbh, it sucks ass, but this was just a little something before the new year! ✨ HAPPY NEW YEAR
.Gifs mine, picture is not.
To say Y/n was excited about the New Year was an understatement. She was beyond ready for this fucked up of a year to be over, and 2017 to finally cleanse off any bad vibes she’s been carrying and just start over. She wandered around the party her best friend was hosting, having small talk with whoever passed by and drinking the champagne in her hand. Y/n came with her boyfriend Peter, but as soon as they passed through the front door, he’s disappeared somewhere in the large house; claiming to her that he was just going to chill with a few of his friends before the countdown.
At first, Y/n was a little skeptical. This was the third year, whenever herself or her friends would have a get together for New Years, where he would just leave her to wander for long period of time and then show back up when the ball was dropping, for the traditional new year’s kiss. He never missed it, but she was still confused as to why he didn’t want to spend those remaining few hours of the year with her.
Y/n walked around for a little while, after thanking one of her guy friends for refilling her glass, seeing as to that was the only thing to keep her mind off of her nowhere-to-be-found boyfriend. Peter was a very vibrant character, never stayed in one spot too long, always played by his own rules. She didn’t want to admit it, but this particular year was kind of rough for the both of them. Arguments after arguments, constant bickering and sarcasm. He slept on the couch a lot at their shared apartment, while she cried herself to sleep on those nights. Y/n dreaded that he was becoming…distant. Something was off about him on this night, where their usual chatty car ride was more silent and awkward; when they entered the home, it was almost as if he couldn’t wait to get away from her, kissing her cheek, before disappearing for the rest of the evening. Sighing, Y/n set down the half empty glass on a nearby table, leaning against the wall, while scanning the area once more for his familiar face.
Next to her someone had cleared their throat rather loudly, snapping Y/n from her thoughts. Looking as to where it came from, she fought the urge to groan and roll her eyes.
“Hello, Wendy.” She greeted as politely as she could, thinking about drowning herself in more champagne, but chose against it. “Didn’t know you would be here.”
“Hm, well sorry to say that you’re not Tiger Lily’s only friend, honey.” Her sweet voice practically made Y/n physically cringe. Her and Wendy Darling never seemed to be on the right page with each other. It wasn’t even her fault, Wendy was the one who always seemed to over step her boundaries when it came to Peter, always making suggestive comments about him, getting to close for Y/n’s comfort. The thing that really always ticked Y/n off was how lately…Peter had done nothing to stop this behavior. God forbid someone gets too close to her, he loses his shit, but when it’s the other way around, she was the one in the wrong.
“Sadly…” Y/n muttered, only paying half attention to the bimbo yapping next to her. Her focus was still on Peter, and it seemed that Wendy noticed. With a snicker, she flipped her golden hair behind her shoulder.
“Wondering where your eye candy has gone to this time?”
“Wondering where I asked for you to fucking talk to me, actually.” She snapped, making the blonde laugh obnoxiously. “You know, I’d rather not be next to you, while going into the new year. It would kind of defeat the purpose of me trying to fucking forget who you are.”
“No need to be rude, Y/n. I thought we could see passed our differences into the new year.” Batting her eyelashes at her only made her blood boil even more. Taking the hint, Wendy only smirked while shrugging, making her way for the balcony. Sighing in relief, Y/n went right back to looking for Peter, only to come up with nothing. Again. Tiger Lily made her way over to Y/n, tugging her toward the living room, where the big TV sat. Standing in front of it, her heart nearly dropped at the sight of the countdown…and Peter was still no where to be found.
By now he would have found her, and be standing next to her and waiting. Looking around frantically, he was still no where in sight in the large crowed. Sure, she was being a little over dramatic about the situation, but it was another they made it as a couple. A lot of people doubted their relationship, any the many girls that practically threw themselves at him weren’t helping either. He reassured her countless times that no matter what, she was the only one for him. Even though they fought most of the year, she still wanted to end and start fresh of the year, with just a lovely kiss he always reserved just for her. It made her feel safe, made her feel special…
As soon as the countdown hit one, everyone cheered and shouted at the top of their lungs, sharing hugs and kisses, spilling their drinks accidentally and throwing confetti.
“ H A P P Y N E W Y E A R ! ! ! ”
Tiger looked over at Y/n, leaning in and kissing her cheek in order to get at least a little smile on her face. It worked for a good second until it dawned upon her. The new year started without him. Leaving Tiger Lily to stand in the spot, not before thanking her for the peck, she went on her way to look for Peter, only to stop abruptly at what her peripheral vision caught sight of. With a slight gasp, she saw through the window of the balcony…
“Peter…” She whispered, not believing what she was seeing. As if he heard her broken whisper, he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes widening at the sight of you on the other side of the glass door. His jaw was dropped, his hands dropping from Wendy’s waist as a look of pure and utter defeat colored Y/n’s features. She knew it. She didn’t want to believe, but deep down she knew. It would explain a lot, actually.
Wendy seemed to know that the two of them were caught, slowly turning her head to where Y/n stood, a small smirk plastered on her lips. Never feeling so betrayed in her life, she slowly backed away from the scene, Peter’s eyes slowly starting to fill with panic.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare make up an excuse for this!” She shrieked, quickly turning toward the crowed of people, wanting to disappear into it. Quickly, he ran after her, ignoring the whines coming from Wendy as he raced after Y/n, rudely pushing people out of the way and shouting at her.
“Y/n! Please! Let me explain, it’s not what you think!”
Requested: Nah, but I was watching Space Jam??So I thought why not??
Warnings: Swearing, Greaser!PeterPan, Soc!Reader, kinda harsh I guess
Note: Bare with me my friends, band camp has me outside 24/7, barely get computer time anymore! MORE REQUESTS ON THE WAY!!
It was just a typical Friday night. Everyone was out of school, ready for the weekend, chilling out with their friends and whatnot. Ones in particular that were sure to have a wild night was the local street gang-greasers known as “The Lost Boys.”
The Lost Boys were well known around town, for there multiple fights, shoplifting, smoking up a storm to where you could literally die from second hand, and some of them being just a plain drunken mess and trashing up the small town they lived in. Their leader, who is known as Peter Pan, seems to have little to no self control whatsoever. He sees a fight, he fights, he sees weed, he smokes it, sees a beer, drinks it till there is no more of it. And last but not least, he sees anything with legs and a skirt, he bangs the living shit outta them.
You, being in a higher class than Pan, could care less about what he was about and who the hell his ‘gang’ was. All you wanted to do was have a good time with your friends at the drive-in, and enjoy yourself. But, of course that wasn’t the case. Once you and a couple of girlfriends found a spot, one of them tapped your on the shoulder, pointing in the direction of the fence behind the wide screen.
“Take a gander at that,” Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you saw known other than Pan and his group climbing and crawling the fence, sneaking into the film. With a role of your eyes, you take long sip from your coke.
“Dumb hood,” You muttered, your other friend on your left bumping your shoulder with hers.
“You know you like him, Y/n. You have since the damn near second grade.”
“Yeah, when he had common sense, and didn’t care about some stupid gang, and sex and drugs. He keep living like this he won’t last age 19.” You glared while shaking your head as he started lighting a weed. He seemed to have felt your stare as he looked up and made eye contact with you. He winked at you slyly, making you practically gag in your mouth.
“I don’t know, he seems to take a liking to you, sweetheart. Remember that time he-”
“No, and I don’t want to remember. Can we just sit quietly, watch the movie, and forget about the stupid Lost Boys?” You snapped, both of your friends’ eyes widening for a moment, until they smirked playfully, but doing what you asked.
Sighing in contentment, you brought your attention back to the blank screen, waiting for the movie to start, not really in tune with your surroundings. Which probably would have been the best idea, for the face the so called ‘Dumb Hood’ made himself comfortable right behind you and your friends. Once that strong whiff of smoke passed through your nostrils, your once wide open eyes turned narrow as a groan escaped past your lips. You heard the seat creaking from behind you, as you tried with all your might not to roll your eyes so far to the back of your head, you were sure they would stay like that.
You felt a warm breath fan over your ear slightly, as you just waited for him to say a word to you. You practically dared him in your head.
“Well, what do we have here, boys? A few broads all by their lonesome, in the dark and scary night?” He rasped, his boys laughing obnoxiously at his unfunny remark. “How’ve you been, Y/n?”
“Get lost, hood,” You snapped, shrugging off the hand that played in your hair, making the boy chuckle at how quickly you became irritated.
“Ooh, I got a fiery one, boys! I like fire,” He whispered into your ear, you getting a faint smell of alcohol from his breath. Scrunching up your face, you turned to your friend on your right, only to see her flirting it up with Felix. Then on your left to your other friend, only to see her giggling like a deranged lunatic at another one of his boys. Sighing loudly, you practically pushed Pan in the face, turning to give him your full attention.
“Listen, I don’t know what you want for me, but ya ain’t gettin’ it! So I suggest you leave me and my friends the hell alone, understood? Now why don’t you make yourself useful and go drop dead in a hole, would ya hun?”
By now you had everyone’s attention, as most of Pan’s lost boys hooped and hollered at your sharp tongue, Pan grinning with that famous eyebrow raised. Taking a long drag from his weed, he blew the smoke in your face. Coughing while fanning the smoke away, you didn’t have time to even register that he was now all in your face, his grin deepening.
“I know you’re crazy about me, Y/n. So let’s cut to the chase, and let me take you to my place for some real fun, huh doll?”
The next thing he knew, their was cold liquid on his face and in his eyes. A loud groan escaped past his lips, as he fell back into the wooden seat, repeatedly groaning and cursing. You had thrown your drink in his face, standing above him as his lost boys quickly tried to clear his face of the soda. With a slight glare, you spat in his direction.
“Don’t ever call me doll, you filthy trash. The only fun you can have tonight is you and your right hand getting familiar with each other again. You know, like you do every Friday night when your lanky ass can’t get tail?” You grabbed your bag and left your seat, not caring if your friends followed or not. They were right behind you in a second, not really wanting to stick around after Pan got the soda off of him. They couldn’t believe you just did that!
While you walked away, Pan had finally gotten the soda clear from his eyes, as he wiped the rest of the sticky substance on his leather jacket. He watched you leave, his jaw locked as if he were angry; but his smirk and lust-filled eyes told a whole other story as he purred to his gang.
That’s all you could hear from underneath the table. You’d been hiding for almost 2 hours now. Something about a Mass murder.
Some freak with a gun, that’s what you heard Johnny say before he was shot dead.
Your breathing had become irregular, whenever you heard footsteps you held your breath. If you didn’t get shot to death you’d die from lack of oxygen.
You were alone with your thoughts.
Tate. Was Tate okay?! Had he been shot?!
Your thoughts started to drown you as the school fell silent. You could smell death, you could feel it.
Slowly emerging from underneath the table you gagged at the sight of dead bodies and blood.
All up the walls. The walls.
You crept down the hallway, remembering to walk lightly.
If this experience didn’t kill you(literally) it would drive you insane.
You heard crying coming from the music room. Someone other than yourself had survived?!
You quickened your pace and before you knew it you had made it to the safety of the music room.
You recognized the blonde curls, you felt like crying out with relief. Tate had survived.
The boy you’d had a crush on for years had survived. It was the two of you. In fact at this point you had fallen in love.
“Tate"you breathed out.
He spun around, clutching a gun. His beautiful face covered in face paint.
His eyes widened with shock and hurt.
Your mouth fell open and sudden realization hit you like one of his bullets.
He might as well have shot you then.
“It was you"you whispered.
"I’m not going to hurt you, I would never hurt you"he insisted.
"Tate, I worried about you, I feared for my life underneath a freaking table for 2 whole hours wondering whether I’m going to die or not. Watching people fall to the ground in agony. I feared for your life I prayed to make sure you were okay and I’m not even religious! The whole time it was you"you cried aloud, falling onto the chair holding your head in your hands.
He wasn’t a freak, he was misunderstood. No one spoke to him, except you that once or twice.
He kneeled next to you the gun still in his hand.
"You know I wouldn’t hurt you right?"he said as you flinched away.
"We hardly know eachother, I mean I guess I fell in love with the thought of you, we always admired eachother from afar"you sobbed.
"This is just a phase y/n"he sobbed along with you.
You felt bad for him, your heart ached for him.
You could hear police sirens in the distance.
"Drop the gun"You stood up and wiped your tears away.
"Please y/n"he sniffled.
"They’re coming Tate, drop the gun"you nodded.
"Don’t do this"he said dropping the gun.
"Go"you said bluntly.
“I didn’t see the killers face, I couldn’t make out who it was, now go before I change my mind"you said sternly.
He rushed towards you and kissed your forehead.
"I fell in love with you, because you see through all the monsters, you see the boy inside, you were the only one who saw me, I promise in time I’ll get better then we can get to know eachother properly” mumbled.
And with that, he was gone.
You were left to pick up the pieces.