this paaaaart

  • me, done with my food: ... shE WILL STILL INSPIRE ME, BE A PAAAAART OF EVERYTHING I DO
  • me, thinking of pasta: wastING IN MY LONELY TOWEEEEEER
  • me, under the shower: WAITing bY AN OPEN DOOOOOOR
  • me, breathing in: I'll fool myself she'll walk right in
  • me, going to bed: and be with me, FOR EVERMORE
  • me, for good measure: DAT GROWL OMG

anonymous asked:

Cole has been absent from any sm activity since yesterday:(


ghost-hermione  83. “Stay there, I’m coming to get you.” For Jules…

next paaaaart pretty please? i wanna see Jules kick ass! (but actually i want even more to see Jules nursing a wounded and ~freaking annoying~ Ophelia)

Oh yeah, Jules is gonna kick SO MUCH ASS and then she’ll drag Ophelia to the ER, find out it was a minor break but that O should stay off her feet as much as possible for the next couple weeks, and then Jules will become O’s personal servant (well, Harris too, but mostly Jules) with all the most unreasonable demands ever~~ yes.

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Originally posted by sexycliffconda

Pairing: Luke + Y/N

Rating: I mean, do you really need a rating if you read the summary?

Requested: @mrshemmings26 -  Hello!Can u please write a long imagine where Luke and I are a couple but we break up because he kisses another girl at a party and he tries to apologize to me but i don’t take his apology so he starts hating me and i hate him too but in the end we get back together? SOrry if it’s weird but I saw it in my dream XD

TW: Some bitterness, hangovers, swearing, etc. Food mention.

A/N: PAAAAART 2. MORE DRAMA, AHAHAHAH *cough cough* and some cute make up stuff at the end. Yes. It was coming. This is a long read because everything will wrap up in this one. I was too lazy to separate this in 3 parts so if it seems rushed, sorrrry/ And another person guest stars in this story, WHOOP!
Sorry this took longer than expected, distractions. But nonetheless, let’s get right to it!

Part 1 :-)


You’ll have some birds that you’ll appreciate and you’ll have some birds that are mindless and total dicks. Well today, today is one of the latter days.

Stupid bird. Pecking on my window as if their “singing” a tune every human understands, fucking up my sleeping schedule in the process. No creature in their right state of mind would be this happy so early in the goddamn morning. Jesus, my head hurts and I thanked the man himself for window screens because otherwise, I’d deal with another bathroom incident. If you must know what happened, birds have no concept of privacy, that’s all I’m going to say.

The pounding in my head seemed to increase quite rapidly and I let out a guttural groan, pushing the pillow further on top of my head as if it’ll cure this insane hangover. I dreaded this part the most because it felt like my brain was mush and every little thing irritated me. It’s like I’m on my period with very bad migraines except this time, I basically asked for it by drinking the night away. 

I was about to drift off, wanting to lose myself in dreams when someone yanked the pillow from my head. I sat up, about to yell at whoever was in my house, when it came. More thumping. Grabbing my forehead as softly as I could manage, I shut my eyes, hoping it’ll go away.

“Shit, oh my god.”

“Here, you need this.” Slowly opening my eyes, I see Michael offering me two aspirins and a glass of water. Taking it from him, I swallowed the medicine when he said “Bottoms up!” Oh, that smirk. I’m not a very violent person but that stupid smirk was annoying me at the moment.

“You’re so good to me Mikey. What did I ever do to deserve a friend like you?”

“I don’t know. How are you feeling though?”

“Are you a magic 8 ball?” I smiled, seeing him roll his eyes. He knew this was coming. “Because ask again later.”

“That’s so bad, stop.”

“A stupid question gets a stupid answer.”

“I take my friendship back.”

“Sorry hun, no takebacks. You’re stuck with me forever.” Giving me the finger, I stuck my tongue at him and laid back down, throwing the blanket over me. “Thanks for taking me home, you can leave now.”

“You’re not home though?” That caught my attention.

“What?” Sitting back up once more, I look at my surroundings and realized he was right. I wasn’t at home. I was in Michael’s room. I mean, how can you not tell? He had posters of video games and bands, his gaming systems is in the corner, and the room was covered in a black and white backdrop. Unlike my room, his room was neat. There was no clothes littering the floor and no make up on the vanity. How did I not notice this? Was I that fucked? “Why did you take me here?”

“I took you home at first but your keys were at Calum’s and I didn’t want to make a return trip after that big fiasco. I also couldn’t find your spare key under the fake rock in your potted plant so here you are!” That’s right. I used my spare key and forgot to put it back. I should do that once I get home.

“Big fiasco? What happened? Did it involve me? Did anyone got hurt?”

“Oh princess, I’ll tell you over breakfast.”

“Did it involve me? Anyon-”

“You know where the spare toothbrush and towels are. I put some clothes on the toilet seat for you and once you’re done washing that reek off you, we’ll talk in the kitchen. Sound good?” Before I could answer, he got up and left, leaving me to panic. What the fuck happened yesterday?


Arriving in the kitchen, freshly showered thirty minutes later, I see Mikey setting up one last plate and handing it over to me.

“Hope you don’t mind take out from iHop.”

“I’m not complaining. At least it’s not leftover pizza. You think you love it but when you have it for over two weeks, you get sick of it for awhile. Hope you don’t mind but I put my clothes in the washer.” Sitting at the table, he takes his plate and joins me, eating his food in silence. It was one of those moments where you can actually feel the tension and awkwardness. I’ve had better times on this table than what was happening now and it made my mind race even more. “So you’re gonna tell me what happened yesterday?” I whispered as he mumbled contently, enjoying a piece of bacon.

“Want to hear every single detail or the whole gist of it?”

“Which one is less worse?”

“Basically, you were super drunk, lightweight-”

“Stop saying that!” I whined as he chuckled warmly, looking at me with amusement. 

“Shut up, I’m recapping. Anyway, so what happened was that Luke broke this unspoken rule of unofficial dating and you ranted off about it and it was all a big mess as he was trying to apologize but you wouldn’t take his shit.” A light bulb went off in my head and although I don’t remember much at the moment, I did remember something.

“Being unofficial means other people still throw yourself at you because despite saying you like another person, it doesn’t mean anything if you don’t have a stupid label that proves what you say is true. It doesn’t work like that if nothing is done over a long period of time. Also, once you cross that unspoken line, break the ‘no touching others’ rule, unofficial is as good as dead. Aren’t you tired of not being able to call someone yours? Does it ever occur to you that what you think we have is hurting me? Saying you don’t want us to be really known and lying to everyone else about it, that’s fucking hurtful. It’s like rejection.”

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. Oh my god. 

“Princess, relax. Maybe what you said to him last night will knock some sense into him. Do you want to hear the rest of the details?” He asked and I nodded my head, slightly unsure.

“I kind of don’t want to but you need too so I can face the humiliation and consequences of my actions.” As he explained in very grave detail of what happened last night and what spilled from my mouth, I nodded my head disapprovingly, hiding my face in the palm of my hands. “Can I avoid him forever?”

“Afraid not. You have to talk to him.”


“No buts, the more you avoid your problems, even worse shit will happen.”

“It already did.” As I heard keys jingling, I instinctively stood up and looked at Michael with a horrified expression. If I was in Michael’s flat, it also meant I’m in Luke’s flat. Oh my god, I wasn’t ready. With Michael about to take another bite of his food, I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the bathroom, closing it.

“Mikey, I can’t face him now. Please don’t make me! I need to get out now!”

“Your clothes are in the washer. Don’t you think he’ll see them?”

“He doesn’t do laundry on Saturday and I can pick it up next time or you can drop them off later! I’m serious! I need to get out!” I whisper yelled as he crossed his arms. Oh, I’m meeting a very stubborn sass monster today. Hang around Calum and he’ll rub off on you. Glancing around, I remember the window in Michael’s room and looked at him.

“Do you think I can escape through your window?”

“Princess, I know you’re still dealing with the aftereffects of drinking because you do remember that we live in an apartment, high from the ground right? You try to escape through the window and the boys and I will have to visit your comatose body in the hospital.”

“Graphic.” I mumbled as he shook his head and uncrossed his arm.

“Go out there and talk to him. When you’re done, we’ll go over to Calum’s to grab your key and car and then you can avoid Luke all you want.” As he pushed me out of the bathroom, I was making my way to Michael’s room when I heard him.

“Michael? What’s she doing here? In your clothes?” Looking down at one of Michael’s shirts and a pair of skinny jeans I left behind after the last sleepover, I sheepishly turned around and faced them, both looking annoyed at what was currently happening. Although, Michael did look more amused than the grouch standing next to him.

“It’s actually Ashton’s and it’s just a shirt dude.”

“Why is she here? I don’t want her here.” Glancing at Luke, my chest tightened and the nervousness that surrounded me evaporated which was soon replaced by hurt and anger.

“Wow, I know that I told you off yesterday but you don’t have to be a dick about it. You did enough of that last night.” I retaliated as Michael walked away, leaving us two in the hallway. As he glared at me, he stood tall and crossed his arms, trying to make me feel small from his authoritative posture. Don’t tell him but it was working.

“You made it obvious you didn’t like me anymore because if you did, you would have accepted my apology.” 

What. fucking. bullshit

What kind of next level shit is this?

“Are you serious? Tell me you’re fucking joking.” With him still standing tall and mighty, I laughed and looked at him, walking closer. “You are such a neanderthal! Just because I don’t accept your apology doesn’t mean I don’t like you any less! I basically said I love you somewhere and you’re taking this differently!?”

“Normal people forgive and forget.”

“No Luke, normal people forgive but they never forget. This all happened yesterday and you expect me to run towards you with hugs and kisses? Wake up Luke, this is real life. Not some stupid fantasy you made up in your head!” He stayed quiet and the glares we gave each other were very harsh and vengeful. “I told you how I felt about our situation and you’re twisting every little thing around! Are you that idiotic?”

“I don’t know why we liked each other in the first place. You don’t deserve me.” Feeling my heart stop, tears started welling up in my eyes and I looked at the ground, hoping the feelings went away. Glancing back up a minute later, I saw him tense up a little but still keeping that straight face on. He was being such an asshole right now.

“All I wanted was for you to understand what I felt like this entire time and for you to- Screw it. What we had was nothing. You’re right, I don’t deserve you. I deserve someone better.”

“Well congrats on coming to that conclusion sweetheart! It makes it easier for me so I didn’t have to tell you!” Scoffing, I looked him dead him in the eyes and if Michael wouldn’t pop in to diffuse the situation, all hell would break loose. “So you think Calum or Michael likes you? You’re basically throwing yourselves at them. But wow, first you flirt with Calum and now you’re wearing Michael’s shirt! That’s a record compared to how much guys actually approach you!” That was the one that killed me. He knew I was sore on the subject, that insecurity of not being good enough or too intimidating and he stooped so goddamn low that if he was playing limbo and the stick was left on the ground, he’d pass it.

“For the last time, this is Ashton’s shirt you fuck face! I wasn’t flirting with Calum, I was upset with how you kissed the girl and even if I said those things to him last night, he and I both know I wasn’t in the right state of mind! Michael is also a very good friend and what he did for me, he’d do that for anyone else he cares about and you know that! Wow, how could you throw your friends under bus like that. Tell me Luke, were you insinuating that I was a slut when you were the one who committed a mistake? How can I be one anyway if you said no guy talks to me? Obviously, you do which means something is wrong with you, not me.” He scoffed and rudely bumped shoulders with me, heading towards his room. Turning to face him, I took off my necklace and called after him.

“Yo, jackass. If you hate me, I’ll hate you ten times more!” He turned to flick me off when I threw the object near his feet. That necklace was special to me because he gave it to me when we were still friends and it symbolized that if we pursued our feelings for each other, we would still be the same even if things turned to shit. Looks like we were both wrong and naive on that one; I was anyway. He looked at the necklace and back up at me when I crossed my arms and huffed. “Unlike some people, I actually hope you’re happy and if I’m lucky enough to land a guy or girl, I’ll let you know how it goes. Goodbye Luke.” With that, I left to hang out with Michael to finish eating so I could leave right after. It wasn’t a dramatic exit but I did hear a door slamming and that was enough for me to finally break down.


It’s been a month, three weeks and two days since that “talk” happened and to say the confrontation changed things is an understatement. Whenever Luke and I were in the same room, we’d be glaring at each other and spitting insults that everyone was getting sick and tired of it, even myself. I stopped hanging out with the boys two weeks ago simply because I hated the fighting and the tension wasn’t doing any good for anyone, including myself. It was emotionally draining and I didn’t want to make the others feel uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure Luke felt the same way from the times we flat out ignored each other but I wouldn’t know. We never had a decent conversation.

Anyway, today was one of those days were I had a day off and as I was grocery shopping, I had bumped into an old friend. We had talked for a while until he decided to tag along with me and I didn’t mind so I agreed. We were currently eating at local eatery when my cellphone started ringing. It was playing the most obnoxious ring tone I had which meant that it was one person calling. 


“Are you going to answer that?” Glancing up at my friend, I nodded my head no and rejected the call. Besides, it’s considered rude to be talking on the phone at the table when you’re eating with someone else. 

“It’s not important, trust me.”

“I don’t know Y/N. It sounds pretty important if it rang about four times now.”

“So how’s life Niall? Golfing getting any fun?”

“It’s always been fun now stop changing the topic. Who’s calling you?” Ignoring his question, I decided to take a bite out of my food when my cellphone rang again. Jesus, why is he calling me!? Before I could grab it, Niall reached over and took my phone and I looked away in shame. “Oh hey! It’s Luke!”

“Give it back Niall. Don’t answer it!”

“Why not? Are you guys fighting?”

“Who told you that?”

“You just did.” Seeing him smile in victory, I sighed and threw my napkin at him, hitting him right at his face. He could be nosy sometimes but that’s one of the many things I love about him. “Seriously Niall. Who told you?”

“It’s kind of obvious-” Giving him a look, he shrugged and handed my phone back. “Alright, I’ll spill the beans. He did.”

“Wow, that so gave me an answer. Tell me, who did? Was it Michael? Ashton? Calum? Or maybe it wa-” Cut off by another call, I closed my eyes in frustration. Someone better be dying if he’s calling me constantly. Or maybe he wanted to salt the wound even more. Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to answer it anytime soon.

“The guy who’s blowing up your phone. That’s who told me.” Opening my eyes in shock, he laughed as I shook my head in disbelief.

“Are you serious!? What did he say?”

“Ah, ah. Bro code, I can’t say anything. I was sworn to secrecy!” Seeing him laugh, I grabbed a fry and chucked it at his face. It hit him square in the nose and I couldn’t help but let out a few giggles. He looked so surprised I even did that as he offered me a grin. “Why are you throwing stuff at me?”

“Is it really my fault you couldn’t catch that with your mouth?”

“You dirty cheater! I wasn’t aware of that!”

“All is fair in love and war! Now come on, if you’re telling me Luke told you we’re having this spat, which in my defense, is overdone and tiresome, I want to know what he said! Don’t you want to hear my side?”

“I can pretty much understand how you’re feeling. I stayed neutral throughout his whole rant and I’ve never seen a man misunderstand his feelings of love for hate.”

“Care to elaborate?” Hearing him sigh playfully, I rolled my eyes as he crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward.

“He’s being an arse because he loves you.”

“Yeah, nothing screams out romance like being a dick to the person you supposedly love.”

“You have to understand where he’s coming from.” As he looked at me pleadingly, I let him continue as he grinned like he knew something I didn’t know. Well technically, he did but that’s not the point. “You guys are fighting because of some big problem that happened at a party right?”


“And then you guys tried to talk out the day after yeah?”

“Your point? I don’t need a recap.”

“From my understandings, from the time you caught him kissing another girl, both of you were so emotionally charged up, more specifically by the alcohol that things got even more heated than they needed to be. He’s aware he made a HUGE mistake and he knows he fucked up but when he tried to apologize and make sense of what just happened and also trying not to lose you in the process, no one was letting him and it became even more frustrating at this point. Everything happened so fast that by the time you explained how you felt, he felt even more lost, confused and angry; he probably needed to time to cool off.”

“Well okay, he had a few hours to cool off but when he came back home, he said it right to my face that he didn’t want me there.”

“You even said so yourself, it’s only been a few hours. He’s a guy, we don’t process shit until days later. Have you ever considered that he didn’t want you there because he knows he’ll react and if you didn’t leave, you’d guys get the fight you got?” Damn him. Damn Niall for being too smart for his own good. He made sense and it was making my skin crawl. “What did he say to you after?”

“Something about me not liking him anymore because I hadn’t accepted his apology and normal people forgive and forget.”

“Yeah, how’d you respond?”

“I admit, I did say some harsh stuff when I should’ve stopped at saying normal people forgive but never forget but I can’t take that back now.”

“Sweetheart, you two aren’t normal.”


“What else was mentioned?” Groaning, I took a sip of my drink as he did the same. I’m surprised I’m talking about this with someone other than the boys. It’s refreshing to hear another perspective but I’m totally being creamed at the moment.

“He said something along the lines of you don’t deserve me and I retaliated by saying that we had nothing, he was right, and I agreed with him saying I deserved someone better. Then he said I made it easier for him for saying that and then he hit me with a low blow by assuming I’m some slut for ‘flirting’ with the boys and then stating my insecurity.”

“I admit, that is a low blow but you do realize you’re his insecurity right?”

“What?” As he took a bite out his food, I looked at our surroundings and noted that people weren’t eavesdropping which was a good thing. It was shocking yet relieving.

“Face it, he knows you’re gorgeous and you can have any guy at the snap of your fingers which is why he said those things to you. He’s scared he’d lose you to someone else and seeing how you interact with the other lads didn’t help him at all. Even if he said you’re better with someone else, that doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it. Hurting you at the time was like saying, ‘I can say those things to her and it won’t affect me’ but poor Luke only realized too late he was hurting himself especially when you literally, threw your friendship/relationship at his feet.”

“Okay Dr. Phil, I get it. But can you explain why we kept fighting after?”

“Misplaced anger. He’s angry at himself, he couldn’t lash out on himself so why not get mad at someone else who’s involved?”

“Ugh, you’re right. This whole thing wouldn’t have blown way out of proportion if were actually dating instead of going out. There’s a difference you know.”

“I’m guessing that’s why he’s calling you. Maybe he finally realized what he needed to do.” Rubbing my head, I continued to drink my beverage when the waiter came over. I asked for a to-go plate and looked back at Niall who was finishing some of the food he had left on his plate. “What should I do?”

“Talk to him in person.”

“Did you have anything to do with today? Or why he’s calling me?”

“I told you, guys don’t process shit until days later. Sometimes weeks. I had this conversation with him a week and a half ago. You’re welcome.”

“You should become a therapist or something.” He laughed.

“Yeah, or something.”


Arriving at Michael and Luke’s apartment, I knocked on the door and was greeted by Michael who looked startled by my appearance. Pushing past him to enter, I saw Calum and Luke playing Fifa as Ashton was on his phone.


“Sorry for the sudden intrusion but I brought boxes of donuts and pizzas as gifts. It’s downstairs with Niall. He parked somewhere across the street but you better hurry. You know how the security is over here.” As Michael whistled for Calum and Luke to help him, I looked over at Ashton and smiled. “Oh, Ash. Niall said he needed to talk to you about something important.”

“Right.” As he stood up, all four of them were headed out the door, into the hallway, when I grabbed Luke’s hand to keep him back. He looked at me suspiciously and was about to say something when I gave him a look to shut it. He looked appalled and was going to speak anyway when I dragged him back into the apartment and looked out the doorway to make sure the other three got into the elevator. When they did, Michael finally realized we weren’t with them and started shouting what we were doing and not to break anything when the elevators closed. Giving myself a pat on the back, I shut the door and locked it, making Luke look at me like I was crazy,

“What are y-”

“You got about five minutes to explain why you’ve been calling me before they realized I sent them down there for nothing. Fifteen minutes if Niall decides to join them on this bro fest and presses all the buttons on the elevator to give us space. Time is ticking.”

“I- I take it Niall told you everything?”

“He made me realize it wasn’t all about me. Go. I’m giving us a chance to work things out and for you to explain things before Michael kills me when he realizes I didn’t actually buy pizza. Or donuts.”

“This is crazy! I don’t do well under pressure!”

“You perform in front of thousands of people!”

“That’s different!”

“How is it different!?”

“Because if I fuck up at a concert, the fans wouldn’t really care as much and would still be there for me at the end of the day. If I say the wrong things to you, you’ll be gone forever.”

“Do you really believe that after all the hurtful shit we said to each other in the past month? If you said the wrong thing to me before, I wouldn’t be here now.”

“You stopped hanging out with the guys for two weeks.”

“I have a life you know and I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable by our fights. I’m tired of it. Can’t we just solve whatever it is between us?” He sighed and I knew that he knew I was right.

“You mean like start over?”

“In a way, yeah. Before all this unofficial shit happened. Don’t get me wrong, I did love the dates we went on before but it just hurts you know? I want to be with you and let the world know how happy you make me but how can I do that if we’re just friends who go on dates and make out in private?”

“You don’t think I wanted that? To call you mine?”

“You sure didn’t voice that to me.”

“It kills me inside that I can’t. Besides the fans, I have a contract with the record label and the bands management team who dictate most of my life so even if I were to scream how much I love you to the world, it’s going to get covered up somehow.” It was my turn to sigh. He was right.

“But like I told you before, we shouldn’t let other people’s word affect us. And if management tries to cover it up or tells me to break things off, I’m not going to let them have that power. I don’t want that.” Is he really saying what I think he’s saying? As he’s walking towards me, he wraps his arms around my waist as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Would you, Y/N Y/L/N, take this necklace back and be my girlfriend?” Taking out the necklace I ‘returned’, I nodded my head yes and grinned so big, he just had to lay one on me. As he puts my necklace back in his pocket, he grabs my hand, leading me out of the apartment and towards the fire exit.

“I’ll put it on after we go out on our date.”

“Fair enough. But where are you taking me on short notice? How are we even getting to where you’re planning?”

“I can always call an uber.” Running down the stairs, he grips my hand tightly and turns around as my body collided with his front.

“What now?”

“We have a lot of making up to do.” Watching him raise his eyebrows flirtatiously, I couldn’t help but laugh at his cheek statement.

“I have to make it up to Michael, Calum, Ashton and Niall. Get in line buddy.”


A/N: OI. IT’S FINISHED. I know it fell flat towards the end but what I can do? I tried hard to get this done before reality happened. If there were any errors, I’m sorry. I didn’t know editing this one would take hours. I literally fell asleep on the floor, hahah. I’m used to it, don’t worry. But I hope you enjoyed this and now, onto other requests :-) OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY FUCKING GOD. ROACHES EVERYWHERE. I’M DEAD.

dee-winchester-deactivated20160  asked:

(Hey! I loved the last one that you did, and I was hoping you could do another, please?) After a long winter, spring has finally hit New York, along with millions of tourists. Here to give them some information on what The Big Apple has to offer is our city correspondent, Stefon!

If winter’s over and you’re ready to get heated, I know just the place for you. New York’s hottest club is ENGHHHGHHGHGH. Opened in an old lady’s denture glass, this narcoleptic nuthouse is the pride and joy of mustached Sesame Street resident Big Burt Reynolds.

And this place is just radical: skin, open packs of Dunkaroos, a South African man named Frank who licks people, a baby who talks shit about EVERYONE, Toomba—

(Who’s Toomba?)

The Teletubbies’ new Roomba. Noo-Noo died in a tragic sucking accident at the club last year, it was very sad. But it’s okay, because this weekend, the club will is excited to celebrate the long awaited return of Bubba, the Icelandic alligator wrangler!

(I’m sure Bubba’s an interesting guy, but this place really doesn’t sound like what we’re looking for.)

But I haven’t even told you about the best paaaaart. The first 10,000 people in the door tonight get to take home a human party balloon.

(Ohhhhh no. What’s a human party balloon?)

It’s that thing where you pump a midget full of helium til he floats, then release him into the sky when you get tired of bringing him around.

(That sounds awful and fun all at the same time. Stefon, everyone!)

I Choose You: Part 11 (Peter Pan)

I love this paaaaart. I believe It’s going to start getting quite good indeed. Enjoy! :)

Your heart was racing faster than it ever had. You felt completely helpless as you stood frozen in place as your brother dangerously coughed up blood. You watched as Pan gave your brother a sort of bucket for the blood, and he was telling him he’d be okay. You knew you should be helping, and you knew you should be the one comforting him. Nevertheless, in this moment, you had never been so terrified.

You suddenly shot out of your daze as you noticed Pan stand up. You moved toward your brother now, wondering what he was planning on doing next. You took a deep breath, placing your hand on your brothers shoulder as he kept coughing. You looked up at Pan, your eyes full of tears, “What do we do?”

He looked at you with a desperate expression for a moment before closing his eyes. You were about to ask him if he was using magic, but in the next second your brother began coughing less and there was no more blood. You looked at him, hopeful.

“Did it work?” You asked Pan.

“I think- ” He began, but he was cut off by everything starting again.

You held your brother in a way that did not prevent him from coughing blood anywhere but in the bucket. You held him as much as you could, hoping somehow Pan and Felix were right about you being special. “Please, James, get better. Just breathe, and get better for me.”

You looked around at Pan, feeling even more powerless than before. He gave you a look that meant he had no clue what else you both could do. You turned back to your brother, running your hand comfortingly through his hair. “I’m so sorry James, I should have never left you.”

As you spoke, you felt something happen around you. Suddenly, everything became so bright you almost had to shield your eyes from it. When it stopped, you looked at Pan urgently, “What the hell was that?”

Pan didn’t speak, instead he walked over to you and your brother and took the bucket away. You were confused, and were about to ask what he was thinking, but you were stopped when you noticed your brother was now leaning back on his pillow with droopy eyes. You put your hand on his forehead, worried about the state he was in, “James? James, are you okay?” You asked.

Your brother nodded, but once again, sleep took over his entire body. Pan looked over at you and tried to hide a smirk. You glanced in his direction, not missing his expression. However your mouth was still gaping open from what had just happened.

“Well,” Pan said, “I guess we all can start calling you special after all.”

“I did this?” You asked.

Pan nodded, “That light, that was you, Y/N.”

“No, you must have done something.” You said.

He chuckled, “You know as well as I do that it was you.”

You sighed and looked at your brother, your hand still caressing his face.

Pan walked over to you gently, placing his hand on your shoulder to reassure you, “You helped him, Y/N. It’s much better he’s sleeping than loosing any more blood.”

“I didn’t help him.” You said.

You could almost feel Pan rolling his eyes, “Okay, fine, if it makes you feel any better we can pretend some fairy came and did that.”

You shook your head, “No, I mean, he has a fever now. He’s still so pale,” You looked up at Pan, “If I helped him then why isn’t he okay?”

“Perhaps it’ll take a little while, Y/N.” He said, sitting down next to you. You turned in his direction now, wearing a worried expression on your face. You looked up at him, and he was looking at you with genuine concern. You could tell he wasn’t used to these types of situations.

Despite some parts of you that were telling you not to, you couldn’t help but lean your head on his shoulder. A big part of you needed the closeness, wanting to feel like you were not alone. His arm, already on your shoulder, automatically wrapped around you to hold you. Your head was now comfortably nuzzled against his neck, and his arm was protectively around you. “Thank you, Peter.”

“For what?” He asked.

“For everything. For being here, I don’t know if I could deal with any of this alone.” You said.

“You’ll never be alone as long as you’re here, Y/N.” He said.

You smiled softly, “I don’t know what it’s like not to be alone.”

He chuckled, “I don’t think I do either.”

Before you could reply, Felix walked in and spoke in an urgent tone, “Pan, we need you.”

You lifted your head from Pan and looked at both of them with a concerned expression. Pan stood up quickly and walked over to Felix, “I’ll come back with some food for you.”

You nodded, turning away from them and watching your brother again.

*** PAN POV ***

“Pan, we need you.” He knew he shouldn’t have mentally swore at Felix for interrupting the moment he was having, but he couldn’t help but grit his teeth. Something was wrong, he could tell my Felix’ expression. He knew he had felt something bad brew in Neverland, but he hadn’t taken the time to explore. He suddenly wished he had.

He stood up, walking over to Felix. As he reached the lost boy, he turned to look at her. She had a look of concern on her face now, and he could tell she didn’t need any bad news or anything more to worry about. “I’ll come back with some food for you.” He spoke, wanting to shield her away from whatever Felix was going to tell him. She nodded at him, turning back to her brother. He couldn’t help but sigh, knowing deep down that if she couldn’t save him completely then her brother would likely die.

He walked out of his quarters, Felix following him close behind. All the other lost boys were sitting around a fire now, looking worried as he stepped into the light. “What is it?” He asked, looking over to Felix.

Felix sighed before speaking, “Two of us were investigating after hearing some noise close to where you had taken Y/N. We found weapons, they look like they were made from here, Pan.”

“From here?” He asked.

“I think someone on this island is planning to attack us.” Felix said, “The closer we got, the more we found. Until they noticed we were there and started shooting arrows at us. We took some of them as we ran.”

Pan looked over to the pile of weapons on the ground. “Did you see who they were?”

Felix shook his head, “No, but- ”

He cut Felix off, noticing something, “Where are the other boys?”

Felix sighed, “Pan I think it was them.”

Pan smirked, “Well then, they should know better.”