small lil blurb/imagine request: (i don’t even know if you’re doing these but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) hello i’m alyssa and im from vegas, seems exciting but not really. i really love words if i’m honest, especially the really random rare ones. i’m also a sucker for a good disney movie, specifically peter pan but any movie will do lol. can i get the thing with peter also :) you’re a doll and your writing is so amazing i binge read all your stories in like one night !!
song: grow old with you – adam sandler (the wedding singer)
“Peter, hurry up.” You were adjusting the baby blue bow in your hair in front of the mirror in his hallway. May was waiting at the front door with her camera, ready for you and Peter so she could take pictures of you in your costumes before you both head out.
“No, I look stupid. I don’t want to wear this!” You rolled your eyes, hearing a small, childish groan coming from his restroom. You look at May and shook your head in a joking manner.
“I’ll go check on him,” you whispered, earning a small, silent laugh from her. “Peter?” You called, walking into his room and still finding his bathroom door shut. You walked up to it and knocked three times, lightly, “Peter? You okay?”
“I look stupid. I don’t want to come out.”
“Peter, you don’t look stupid! We’ll look cute together.” You heard Peter sigh.
“Can you please just show me at least?” You heard another sigh, followed by the sound of the door unlocking. He peeked his head out, you being able to catch the orange tint in his hair and the bright blush on his cheeks that you guessed May had applied before you got there. “See? Not so bad.” Peter scoffed.
“Not so bad? That’s easy for you to say! You dressing up as Wendy is cute, endearing. Me dressing up as Peter is – creepy. Pedophilic, probably.” You rolled your eyes, but gave him a small smile.
“You’re so dramatic. Please come out?” You shook his head. “For me? I need my Peter… Pete.” You giggled as he pouted but opened his door to reveal his dark green tights and green shirt to match. Your eyes roamed his costume: his golden belt and fake dagger, the matching green hat with the red feather on top of his head, and the brown loafers he was sporting. “Peter! You look so cute!” What you thought was a compliment earned a groan from your best friend.
“Cute?” You rolled your eyes, giggling as you nodded. “That’s it, I’m changing. I’m going as three-hole punch Jim.”
“No! Peter, you look so good! I’m sorry. Thank you for wearing this. It makes me happy” You suppressed your laugh, reaching for his hand and tugging him closer to you. “In fact… I’m so happy, I think I’ll give you a kiss.” You quoted Wendy. Peter’s eyes widened slightly, his cheeks reddening even more. You smiled widely as you leaned in and pecked his cheek, feeling the warmth under your lips. “Is that okay?” You whispered, gaining a weak nod from the shy boy. “Do you want to give me one, Peter Pan?” Again he nodded at your whispered question. You leaned back and closed your eyes, cupping your hands like Wendy in the movie, waiting for him to place a small trinket in your waiting hands.
Your breath became shallow as you felt Peter’s breath fanning against your mouth.
“Ready for your kiss?” You heard him faintly whisper. Your eyes were still closed as you nodded, the next thing you felt was Peter’s lips on you, too softly – you almost didn’t realize he had kissed you. Your hands came up to cup his face as his circled around your waist.
You both jumped back as a flash and a camera shutter sounded. With your cheeks matching Peter’s make-up, you looked towards Peter’s door to see May standing there, cursing herself for not silencing her phone.
A/N: This took me ages to post, but I am finally back! sorry I have been so inactive lately. But I am coming back so I will be posting regularly! I am always willing to write another part!
can i request like a kinda angsty fic where you and jungkook slept together one time but now you kind of have feelings for one another but neither one wants to make it weird?? you don’t have to write the smutty part you don’t want! thanks!! xx
Word Count: 4000 (It’s really long)
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Member: Jungkook (BTS)
Summary: It only happened one time! You and Jungkook made a mistake and slept together, but in your defense you were both drunk and had no idea what was going on. But what happens when you two grow feelings?
Too much alcohol led to really bad decisions. You knew that and Jungkook knew it, yet here the two of you were, half naked and making out. The skin on skin contact you were receiving was almost too much, sending your certainly not sober brain into a state of euphoria, but did you care? No, you didn’t.
Jungkook is your older brother, Yoongi’s best friend. You were off limits to Jungkook as far as Yoongi was concerned, but you two were still about to have the best sex of your lives. The feeling of Jungkook’s hands on your bare waist was enough for you to disregard Yoongi’s strict warning to stay away from Jungkook relationship wise. You had just come out of a long term relationship a couple months ago and you sure as hell weren’t looking for a relationship. Jungkook wasn’t either, he enjoyed the freedom that came with being single.
The morning after you and Jungkook had broken every rule Yoongi had inputted, you felt sick. You just disobeyed everything you brother had told you, and you wanted to leave before Jungkook awoke. There was one major problem, Jungkook was in your bedroom, in the apartment you shared with your brother. Yoongi had spent the night with one of his other friends, Jimin, but you knew it was seconds before he would return. You knew one thing for certain, you didn’t want him walking in and seeing you and Jungkook naked in your bed.
Not thinking twice, you reach over and gently shake Jungkook. He groans and buries his head deeper in his pillow. You sigh exasperatedly, repeating your actions. He doesn’t budge though, only moves closer to you and pulls your body against his toned chest. You realize you don’t want to wake him up anymore and just stay in his warm embrace, but you’re snapped back to reality as you remember your brother will be home in less than 10 minutes.
“Jungkook. Jungkook, come on. Wake up, Yoongi will be home soon,” You whisper, half hoping he just hugs you tighter. He doesn’t though, your words snapped him to reality.
“Oh shit!” He exclaims. He sits up and hops out of your bed, throwing on his clothes messily. You follow suit, throwing on a new change of clothes, not wanting your brother to be suspicious of last night’s activities. “He can’t know,” Jungkook says to you, following you into the kitchen.
“Of course he can’t,” You reply. You walk into the living room, grabbing a pillow and blanket from the bin in the corner of the room. You place the pillow at the end of the couch and messily throw the blanket on the rest of the couch. “If he asks, which he will, you didn’t have enough for a taxi home from the club so we came back here and you slept on the couch,” You inform him. He nods.
“Smart thinking,” He compliments, causing a light blush to fall on your cheeks. You turn away from him quickly, lightly hitting yourself in the forehead. Why are you blushing? You brush off the thought and walk into the kitchen.
“Want something to eat?” You ask. Before he can reply, keys jingle in the lock on the front door and you tense up, going over the lie you composed seconds ago. The door swings open and Yoongi is standing there. He smiles at you warmly but when he sees Jungkook his face turns suspicious.
“What are you doing here?” He asks Jungkook pointedly.
“Jungkook didn’t have enough money for a taxi but I didn’t have enough money to get me home and him home, so he just stayed overnight here,” You reply, smiling innocently and hugging your brother.
“Where did you sleep,” Yoongi asks Jungkook.
“Couch,” Jungkook says. Yoongi peeks at the couch and nods approvingly.
“Thanks for respecting my wishes,” He says, hugging you again. You feel a pang in your heart, lying to your brother the way you and Jungkook were. You knew Yoongi would be furious if he found out that you and Jungkook slept together and his anger would be heightened if he knew the two of you lied to him. That was a rage neither you nor Jungkook wanted to face, especially at the moment when the two of you felt awkward being in the same room.
“No problem, hyung,” Jungkook says. “I am going to take my leave. I will walk from here,” He says.
“Don’t be silly, I can lend you enough money for a cab,” You protest.
“No, I will be fine,” He says. He bids Yoongi goodbye and winks discreetly at you as he walks by you, Yoongi not noticing.
“I am going to go take a shower,” Yoongi says, but then he spots something on you. “Y/N? What’s that?” He asks.
“What’s what?” You reply. He pulls your hair back, fingers gently landing on the side of your neck.
“Is that a hickey?” He asks. You curse internally for not wearing something that would cover the mark Jungkook left on you.
“Yeah, some guy at the club did that,” You lie, forcing your voice to be as steady as it can be in your current predicament.
“Gross,” He replies, turning on his heel and walking off, presumably to the bathroom. Once you hear the door shut behind him, you sigh in relief. You turn and clean up the fake bed you made for Jungkook and your lie. You fold up the blanket and grab the pillow, placing them back in the bin you got them from minutes ago. Turning around, you take a couple minutes to process what you and Jungkook did last night. On one hand, it was bound to happen. The amount of sexual tension that was radiating between the two of you was outrageous and you two sleeping together was a long time coming, you both knew that. Maybe it was the fact that Yoongi had forbidden it so harshly, the aspect of doing something against the rules was exciting, maybe it was because you two were attracted to each other, no one would know.
You sigh to yourself, falling onto the couch unceremoniously, already uncomfortable with the lie. If it was for Jungkook though, you weren’t going to tell Yoongi a thing. You sure as hell didn’t want to be yelled at as if you were three years old and unaware of the consequences your actions would have and you were sure Jungkook didn’t want that either.
The funny thing is, you and Jungkook were actually close as kids. He and Yoongi had met years and years ago at school. Jungkook was in the same grade as you but he was always hanging out with older kids. You on the other hand had friends your own age and was quite content to talk to whoever approached you, but Jungkook was never one of those people.
You were actually the one to approach Jungkook first when you two were in the eighth grade and he hung around your brother and their other friends almost every day. He was seriously scared when you talked to him, a common theme for him. He seemed to be scared of every girl in the school and was creepily quiet at school but really loud outside of school when he thought you couldn’t hear from your bedroom. After you started talking to you, the two of you never really left each other’s sides at school. Your brother liked that you had found such a close friend but as you and Jungkook grew up, he was more protective over you.
When you and Jungkook hit the second year of highschool and it was less socially acceptable to hang around people of the opposite gender, you two split ways. Right now, you two consider each other a friend, but no where to the extent you used to be. In more ways than one, you were seriously regretful that you two grew apart, but looking back at it now, you wouldn’t change a thing because it allowed you to make the friends you have today.
You snap out of your reminiscing when Yoongi sits down beside you. He helps distract you for the rest of the week from the nagging thoughts at the back of your head. Exactly a week later, Yoongi invites all six of his friends over, which includes Jungkook. You know that it is unfair to not want to be in your apartment when all your brother’s friends - all of whom you love deeply and are basically your older brothers - are going to be there but you want to not be there when Jungkook is. You called up one of your best friends, Wendy, and the two of you are going to hang out at your apartment. You would have gone to hers, but her roommate is having her boyfriend over and neither of you want to hear that all night, so naturally your apartment was the better option.
Even though you wanted to get out of your apartment, the fact that Wendy would be there would give you an excuse not to be around your brother and his friends soothed you. Wendy gets held up at her apartment though, so Yoongi’s friends start arriving before she gets there. At the start, just Hoseok and Jimin arrive, so you’re quiet content to lay out in the living room with them and have conversations with them. When Jungkook arrives though, you get up and walk to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and hanging out in the kitchen, not wanting to look to suspicious or eager to leave. Soon enough though, you’re dragged back into the living room by an eager Hoseok. He seats you beside Jungkook on the couch. You gently shift away from him by a centimeter, a shiver shooting down your spine at the memory of his body on top of yours, your legs wrapped around his waist and-
“Earth to Y/N, are you alive,” Jimin asks, launching a pillow at your face. You catch it and nod.
“Just waiting for Wendy,” You reply. Jimin nods but eyes you suspiciously. Great, the last thing you need is Jimin to question why you’re acting strange. Your phone buzzes and you eagerly grab it, reading the text message written out on the screen.
Wendy, the greatest: Fam I am so sorry, my roommate is having a melt down cause her boyfriend broke it off, I can’t leave her. Rain check?
Y/N: No problem, Wen! Tell her I am rooting for her.
You sigh to yourself as you realize you have nowhere to go and no excuse to leave. You don’t blame Wendy though, she’s trying to keep her roommate sane.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Seokjin asks, concern lining his handsome face.
“Wendy’s roommate just went through a breakup so she’s not coming over,” You reply.
“Can’t say I am sorry! Now you get to spend time with us,” Namjoon offers. You smile.
“Me either,” You say, only half lying. You really do genuinely enjoy spending time with Yoongi’s friends, but you have no idea how to interact with Jungkook after what happened. You place your hands down on the couch to stand up at the same time Jungkook does and your hands brush each other’s. You quickly retract your hand, your heart racing like mad.
Of course, your heart racing at this simple touch sends you into a flurry of confusion. You’ve never had your heart race while touching Jungkook. You clutch your hand to your chest and walk to the kitchen, sitting on the counter and refusing to speak. You had such conflicting feelings about Jungkook, that you didn’t know how to react to him. You knew sleeping with him was irresponsible but you didn’t have all of your sense when it happened. Besides, the sexual tension between the two of you was killing you before you slept with him.
You decide to fake sickness and you tell the others you’re going to sleep it off. Yoongi watches you with a curious stare and Jungkook regards you with such sad eyes it hurts you. You turn and walk to your bedroom, shutting the door and turning off the lights. You lay on your bed, slipping your earbuds in your ears and turning on music really loudly.
Tapping your finger along to the beat, you start to wonder what Jungkook is thinking right now. Was he as upset as you were? Did he hate you now? The biggest question was: Why did you care? You never cared so much about one of Yoongi’s friends before, even though they were older brothers to you. You cared about them a lot, but you didn’t lose sleep over them. Not like this.
You see your door open and you take your earbuds out and sit up, seeing Jungkook walking in. He sits on the end of your bed and smiles at you. You return it, wondering why he is here.
“Y/N,” he says, the name rolling off his tongue so easily and smoothly, it makes a chill run down your spine. You remember how your name sounded on his lips that night, and it wasn’t the same.
“Yeah?” You reply, waiting for him to give you the answer you desire.
“I’m sorry that night happened. It was a huge mistake and let’s put it behind us and not talk about it again,” he says. Your heart breaks a little, leaving you wondering why the hell it hurts. A mistake? Is that all he thought you were?
“You want that?” You ask, keeping your voice steady and your face void of any emotions.
“Yes, I want that,” he says.
“Fine. Done. Now leave please,” you say, suddenly feeling empty.
“You’re acting like I just broke up with you,” he argues. You sigh, laying down.
“How could you break up with me? All we did was make a mistake,” You reply, an edge to your tone. He watches you like a predator watching it’s prey, with deadly precision. “If that’s all you wanted, you can leave now,” you reply, trying to get him to leave before you start to cry. He doesn’t budge or speak, just watches you. “I will call for Yoongi,” you threaten, not knowing how to get him to fuck the hell off.
“You won’t,” he says. “I know you won’t.” You sigh and put your ear buds back in, not paying attention to him anymore. You don’t see him move but you feel the bed shift. Within seconds, someone is overtop of you. You stare into Jungkook’s eyes in shock, wondering what the hell he is doing. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours. Your stomach does a flip and you tangle your fingers in his hair, completely weak for this boy overtop of you.
He pulls away, smiling down at you. He pulls your earbuds from your ears and chuckles. “You try to act like you don’t feel anything,” he says. Anger bubbles in the pit of your stomach.
“What would I feel, Jeon Jungkook. You’re the one saying to put it behind us,” you counter. He nods and sits back.
“Why are you being so hostile? I am doing this so we can still be friends,” he exclaims. You shake your head, eyes brimming with tears. That’s when you realize, you don’t want to be Jungkook’s friend. You want to be so much more than that. You don’t want that night to be a one time thing, you want it to be a regular thing. You want to be able to feel his hands trail over your bare skin as he drives you crazy by sucking marks onto your neck and chest. You want to hear him calling you corny pet names because he loves you.
“I’m not hostile,” you reply after a long period of silence. “I don’t want to do this right now. I feel sick and I want to go to sleep,” You say.
“Liar,” he replies. “I know you’re lying,” he clarifies.
“Listen, I don’t care whether you think I’m lying or not. Leave,” you say. He abides this time and leaves your room hesitantly. As soon as he’s gone, a tear slips out of your eye and you wipe it away quickly, hating the way you feel.
For the next month, things are more than painful. You see him all the time and things are only getting worse. You know your feelings for him will go away if you ignore them, but you feel so inferior to him. Your mission became for him not to find out how you feel, because he obviously doesn’t feel the same.
You didn’t know how to face him, and you didn’t know how to react around him. Yoongi suspected something was up, but he couldn’t put his finger on it and for that, you were glad. You considered telling Yoongi about the whole ordeal, but you decided against it because you didn’t want to start shit between him and his best friend. You weren’t the kind of person to go around forming conflicts for your own enjoyment.
You weren’t sure when you had developed such strong feelings for Jungkook - but you knew it happened. Maybe you had always felt that way about him but you didn’t realize until sleeping with him. Maybe sleeping with him was the reason you got the feelings. You didn’t know, and you weren’t going to waste your time. Jungkook didn’t feel the same, you knew that. So you bit your tongue and got over the fact that you were lusting over him.
You occupied yourself with your part time job and your university work. You were too busy studying and working at the pizza place to even begin to think of Jungkook. Well, that’s what you liked to tell yourself at least. Of course you still thought of him, but not to the extent you did before. He came over more frequently and you basically lived at Wendy’s house. Her roommate moved back to the Philippines where she was born and raised to pursue a degree in language studies. Wendy got lonely without her roommate around so you took her place, much to Wendy’s happiness.
She ended up inviting you to live with her permanently which you accepted. So this week, you were moving out of Yoongi’s apartment and into Wendy’s. Wendy was bouncing off the walls with excitement; Yoongi, however, was brooding. He wasn’t so sure about you moving out, he loved you and really didn’t see the need for you to leave. You weren’t sure how you felt about leaving; you were somewhere between Yoongi and Wendy. You were happy about living with your best friend but not so happy about leaving your beloved brother.
Brushing off any feelings for Jungkook was better in your mind. It was also easier said than done. You decided that Yoongi would never let you and Jungkook even think about having a relationship together, so what was the point of accepting your feelings? Yoongi aside, he thought that night was a mistake and most likely did not have feelings for you. Removing yourself from the situation was easier than getting hurt trying to fit in.
You are in the middle of packing your last box, when a knock on your bedroom door snaps your train of thought. You place the shirt you were about to fold on top of your bed and walk to the door, twisting the knob and opening the door, expecting your brother. Instead of your slightly short brother, a very tall Jungkook is there instead. You stare at him, raising your eyebrows at his presence.
“Hey,” You say. He smiles.
“Hey,” He replies. You open the door wider, gesturing for him to enter your room. As he walks inside, you realize how messy it is. Clothes are thrown everywhere, packing lists scatter the floor underfoot and your bed is barely visible.
“What can I do for you?” You ask, cleaning off a spot on the bed and telling him to sit down there. He does and you feel less short around him.
“Why are you moving out?” He asks. You shrug, knowing he knows Wendy’s roommate moved back to the Philippines. “Is it because of me?” He asks, his words rushed. You glower at him, wondering if he was right.
“Don’t give yourself so much credit,” You reply jokingly.
“Y/N, I am serious,” He says. You smile at him softly. Knowing in your mind that he is right.
“I am too. Why would I leave because of you?” You ask, deciding to play dumb.
“Y/N, you know exactly why. Do I make you uncomfortable now? Do you hate me?” He asks, eyes sad. You shake your head instantly, grabbing his hands in yours.
“Jungkook… It… It’s not like that. I don’t hate you, much the opposite actually.” You say.
“Are you saying you like he?” He asks. You nod.
“Of course I like you! You’re Yoongi’s friend I am obligated to like you,” You joke.
“No Y/N, I mean, do you like me like me,” he asks. His question suddenly makes sense and your face turns red.
“I… What if I did?” He smiles in return at your question.
“Then we would feel the same,” He says. In that moment you were happy, truly happy. You realized you were stupid for trying to suppress all of your feelings instead of growing up and confronting them head on. Even if he didn’t feel the same way, you made a mistake not telling him.
He snaps you out of your train of thought by pressing his soft lips to yours. Everything else disappeared suddenly and it was just the two of you standing alone in your room. You forgot about moving, you forgot about Yoongi and you forgot about everything else that didn’t have to do with Jungkook. For once, you two sleeping together didn’t seem like such a mistake. One question still remained, How would Yoongi react?
I awoke the next morning to an empty bed. I sighed as I sat up as the memories of what happened the night before began to flood into my mind. I smiled to myself as I got out of bed and headed for the showers.
As I finished up my shower, I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist as my phone began to ring. I picked it up to see it was a message from an unknown sender.
“You better watch your back little girl. You might have the outlaw on your side but I will still find a way back to you.”
I felt my heart stop as I looked at the message repeatedly. It can’t be him. It just can’t. I thought to myself as I threw my phone back onto my bed as I got dressed quickly. I picked my phone up again as I headed out of the dorm and down the hall to the bar.
“Hey Gem,” I began as she looked up at me with a smile.
“Hey baby, how you doin’?” Gemma questioned as I put on a fake smile as a reminder of what happened last night and the message I saw came into my thoughts.
“Uhh, I’m good, what about you?” I questioned as she gave me a curious look before replacing it with a smile.
“I’m good, I’m just waiting for the club to finish up in a church.” I nodded as the sound of the gavel being slammed down came through the room as the sound of chairs squeaking on the floor followed it. The church doors opened to reveal the clubs.
“Hey Gem, hey (Y/N),” Tig said as he was the first to exit. I smiled as I replied with a simple “Hey.” As I waited by the doors for Opie and Jax. I notice they were the last ones exiting as I stood in front of them.
“Hey (Y/N), what’s up?” Opie questioned as I looked between the boys.
“I need to talk to you guys. Can we do it here?” I questioned as I motioned towards the church. The boys nodded as they walked back into the club as I took Jax’s seat at the table as Opie took Tig’s and Jax took Clay’s.
“What’s up? What’s wrong?” Jax questioned as he laid his hand on mine as Opie looked curiously between us.
“Well, I got up this morning and took a shower and when I came out I saw that my phone was going off and when I went to answer it… Well…” I began as I hauled out my phone and hauled up the text. “This message was here,” I said as I laid the phone between the two men as they’re brows furrowed with confusion and anger.
“Do you know who sent it?” Opie questioned as I shook my head.
“No, but I think I know who did it.” As Jax and Opie looked at me with confused looks. “Liam,” I said as the boys looked at each other with angered looks.
“I’ll get Juice to try and trace the text to see if he knows who sent it. Don’t worry, we’ll find whoever sent it.” Jax said as he took my phone and slipped it in his cut.
“Okay. Thank you.” I said as we began to stand up. Opie pulled me into his arms.
“If it is Liam, we’ll kill him. I promise.” Opie said as I smiled into his embrace as we began to pull away. Opie nodded towards Jax as he headed out of the church closing the door behind him.
“So, how’d you sleep?” Jax questioned as I smiled.
“Good, except I woke up to an empty bed,” I said as Jax giggled.
“Yeah, sorry. Gem called me to tell me the kid is getting out of the toaster today.” I smiled wide as I began to speak.
“Oh my God! Congratulations!” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Thank you, thank you,” Jax said as he pulled me into an embrace. I hugged him back as we stayed there for what felt like an eternity. Once we pulled away from our tight embrace I stayed in Jax’s arms as we looked into each other’s eyes. I smiled as we both began to lean in. Jax and I pressed our lips together as we moved the together. The kiss began to heat up as Jax’s hands slid from my waist to the back of my thighs as he squeezed a little making me jump. I jumped into Jax’s arms as I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked us towards the table. I felt Jax gently bite down on my bottom lip as I moaned into the kiss; granting him access.
Jax and I continued to kiss as our tongues fought for dominance as a flashback of last night popped into my head. It was of Hale and how he walked in on me and Jax. My mind drifted to Tara, as much as I hated her I couldn’t continue to do this knowing she was depending on Jax to be faithful. I pushed at Jax’s chest as I moaned for him to stop.
“Jax… Stop…” Jax pulled away almost instantly as I sighed.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” Jax questioned as panic and confusion laced his tone.
“No, it’s not you…” I began as Jax looked at me confused.
“Then what is it?” Jax questioned as I sighed again.
“Jax, you’re still with Tara and last night I was still with Hale. I don’t want you to cheat on her the same way I cheated on Hale.” Jax sighed knowing I was right.
“Shit.” He said as he ran his fingers through his blonde locks.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I said as I slid off the table and laid my hand on his shoulders as he nodded.
“Yeah, I guess,” Jax said as he sounded annoyed.
“Yes, it is. Your kid is getting out of that awful toaster and I’m one hundred and ten percent sure Gemma will be throwing a welcome home party.” Jax chuckled as he threw his arm around my shoulders as we walked towards the doors and headed out of the church.
“Hey, Juice,” Jax said as he nodded for him to come over.
“Hey, what’s up?” Juice questioned as Jax hauled out my phone and explained what he wanted him to do. I walked over to the bar and took a seat.
“Hey baby, can I get your help getting everything ready for Abel’s coming home party?” Gemma questioned as I nodded my head with a smile.
“Of course, Gem,” I said as she smiled back as Jax walked behind me.
“Alright, I’m going to head over to St. Thomas and start signing some forms for Abel’s release.” I smiled as I turned on the stool to give Jax a hug.
“Good luck! Call me if you need anything.” I said as he smiled and nodded.
“I will.” And with that, he walked out of the club and was gone.
“Alright, let’s head to the store and then we’ll head over to Jax’s and get everything set up,” Gemma said as I slid off the stool and went to the dorm to grab my bag and my jacket. I walked back to the bar as Gemma leaned down and gave Clay a kiss as she grabbed her purse and we headed to her Cadillac XLR. We hoped in as we drove off down the road.
We finished up at the store as we got all the decorations needed for the party.
“I’m going to drop you off at Jax’s and I’m going to head to the grocery store and pick up some food for tonight.” I smiled as I nodded my head as Gemma reached into her purse and handed me the key to Jax’s house.
Once we reached Jax’s house, I climbed out of Gemma’s car and took the decorations out as I walked up the pathway towards his front door. I unlocked the front door and pushed it open to reveal a nice clean home. I walked into the kitchen as I laid the bags of decorations and my purse on the table. I walked over to the windows as I began to open them and let fresh air in. I began to haul out the decorations and open them as I hauled out some balloons and began blowing them up.
After an hour or two, I had most of the house decorated for Abel’s party. I heard the front open and close as I began to hang the banner.
“Gem?” I questioned as I got no answer. “Jax?” I questioned again as I leaned towards my purse as I reached for my gun.
“Who are you?” I looked up to see a woman with dirty blonde hair and tan skin staring back at me.
“(Y/N), who are you?” I questioned simply as the woman took her purse off her shoulder.
“Wendy. Wait are you the famous (Y/N)?” I chuckled as I slid my gun back into my purse.
“It depends on what you mean by famous? Oh, while you’re here can you help me hang this banner?” I questioned as she nodded her head and hopped up onto the chair as she took a hold of the other side of the banner as she held it up as I threw the tape at her as she taped the banner to the wall.
“So, you must be the ex-wife Wendy?” I questioned as we both began to climb down off the couches.
“I am. I’m assuming you’ve heard horror stories about me.” She said as she looked down at the ground.
“No, actually I haven’t. I did actually hear what happened with Abel but other than that I haven’t heard anything.” I said as Wendy looked at me surprised.
“Wow, I figured Jax would have said a lot worse.” I chuckled as I spoke.
“Wendy, he doesn’t think you’re a bad person. Jax is a kind and caring person, not many people get to see him that way but he is just that. I know what you did was bad but he’s still here and he’s healthy again. That’s all that matters.” Wendy smiled at me as she spoke.
“You’re so much different from Gemma or even Tara.” I smiled at her.
“I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing,” I said as she chuckled.
“It’s good, trust me.” I nodded my head with a smile. “So, are you the famous (Y/N) I’ve heard so much about?” Wendy questioned as I smiled.
“In the flesh,” I said as she smiled.
“Jax hated himself for not running after you that night. You know, that, right?” She questioned as I sighed.
“Yeah… I wish he had of.” I said as I thought back to everything that has happened since the day I left till now. Wendy laid her hand on my knee with a smile as I broke away from my thoughts.
“Well, there’s not point in worrying about the past. We have a brand-new baby coming here today and we need to make this place shine.” I said as Wendy raised her eyebrow at me with a smile.
“We?” She questioned as I looked at her with a smile.
“That is if you’d like to stay and help out?” I questioned as she smiled.
“I’d love too but what about Gemma and Jax.” I smiled to myself as I spoke.
“Don’t worry, I know how to handle them,” I said as she chuckled and smiled. We both stood up as he turned to look at our banner.
I smiled to myself as I thought about the night of fun we were about to have.
thoughts that are probably gonna put me in an early grave:
ok so we SAW peter come back for wendy that last time, we saw his reaction to wendy growing up, we know how that angst goes
but can y’all imagine the day when wendy stopped waiting????
like listen listen
peter swore to come back for spring cleaning every year
and he missed a few and he forgot sometimes but wendy waited
she put on the same old nightgown so he wouldn’t notice her growing
we know that he came and got her when she was like sixteen !! she was almost grown up then !!
and she must’ve been used to peter not coming, peter forgetting, peter hearing her stories about their adventures and going “who?”, peter showing up without tink, asking who, who, who when she asked where she was, when she mentioned hook, when she said something about one of the old lost boys
wendy knows best that neverland makes you forget; it had happened to her, and to her brothers, and to the lost boys, and even to peter, so many times over
A/N: this is just a quick thing I wrote earlier this week. I’ll most likely have a twice scenario up by Friday that’ll be longer
Wendy was obsessed with the library.
Somehow someway she’d always end up in the library at least three times a week. What she also loved, was reading. If she liked a book enough, she’d probably finish a 500 page book in a day.
One thing Wendy did hate was when people turned in their library books late.
Wendy has lost count of the amount of times that she’s come to the library in excitement, rushing in to read a book that she’s been wanting to read for months, all until she finds out that someone is a week over their due date. Wendy hated it, and if she could she’d probably find everyone who had turned in their books late and give them a very long and stern talking to. Sadly life doesn’t work that way.
But Wendy has never been as irritated as she was currently. For the last 2 weeks, she’s been coming to the library every single day to find out if the book that’s she’s been waiting on for months has been returned to the library, but everyday she comes back to find it still missing and gone.
That was until the day you walked in. Honestly, you looked like a hot mess. You had just came back from a month long vacation with your annoying relatives and you weren’t exactly in the greatest of moods. The only reason you even remembered to turn in the book today was because you saw the book as you were storming outside of the house, right after you had gotten into an argument with one of your parents, which made you even more irritated than you already were. It wasn’t a great day for you, to say the least.
It wasn’t too great of a day for Wendy either. She walked inside the library to find out that her precious book still had not been returned, and that ruined her whole day altogether. She stormed out of the library, the sun rays hitting her face, determined to sit in her room all day and binge watch Netflix without any interruptions, until she saw you. Holding onto the book that she’s been waiting on for months.
As soon as Wendy saw the book in your hands, she stopped in her tracks in shock. She was starting to believe that she’d never find the stupid book, but here it was, sitting in the palms of one of the most gorgeous human beings that she’s probably ever seen in her entire life. Wendy was too busy focusing on the way her blood was boiling at the moment though to pay attention to how beautiful you were.
Lost in her anger, Wendy marched over to you, stopping you in your tracks, “Excuse me? How long have you had that book?”
You looked at Wendy in confusion, “I don’t know? I’ve been busy and I keep forgetting to return it. Who are you exactly?” You asked, confused and slightly alarmed.
“My name isn’t important. What is important is that you’re returning that book months after its due date! I mean really, how hard is it to stop by the library and throw a book into the dropbox,” Wendy yells at you, her fist slightly clenching.
Your blood was boiling now. Who did this girl think she was? She had no right to just come up to you and start scolding you, “Excuse me? I don’t even know who you are! I’ve been dealing with a crap load of family issues lately and I don’t need some random psycho to add onto my problems! The book is here now, be grateful for that at least.” You’re breathing heavily, holding onto the stupid library book tightly that caused this stupid mess and clenching your first now.
Wendy was starting to feel slightly bad now. It probably wasn’t the best idea to go up to a random stranger and yell at them for not returning a book on time.
Wendy bites onto her lip and then continues, “Look, I’m sorry for yelling and going all crazy on you, but bare with me. I’ve been waiting to read the book for months now and you have no idea how frustrating it is to come here everyday and find out that it’s still not here.”
You frowned, “Okay, but you could’ve easily just have waited until tomorrow to get your stupid book. There was no need to attack me like we’re in some kind of freaking war.”
Wendy laughed awkwardly, “Yeah, that probably wasn’t my smartest decision. I’m sorry.”
You sighed, “Well since you apologized, I guess I forgive you.” You say, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go return this long overdue book.”
You walked around Wendy, walking towards the library, until you heard a shout behind you.
“Wait!” Wendy shouts and runs up to you as you look at her in confusion, “Can I get your phone number? You seem like a nice person and I want to get to know you better.” She says, giving you a shy smile.
You grin, “Okay, sure, why not?”
You grab her hand and take out a pen from your jacket pockets, quickly writing down your phone number on her palm.
“Okay, I’ll see you later then!” You gave Wendy a small wave and headed into the library, much happier than you were when you first started walking here.
Wendy left the library with a small grin on her face with a new memory that she had of her favorite library. Now she didn’t just love the library because of the endless amount of books that it held, but also because she met you at that library, all because of that stupid yet wonderful library book.