you want to play with fire little boy


Summary: Sam x Reader: Imagine being a demon restrained in the men of letters bunker and just constantly flirting with Sam Winchester.

Word Count: 1121

Trigger: Hints at smut, though it ends before the smut

Y/N = Your name

You could hear footsteps coming your way, echoing down the corridor, and you hoped it was the youngest of the legendary Winchester brothers. Big bro was hot, sure, but honestly? The younger man was much more your type. Manly, but with a bit of that irresistible puppy dog vibe that made your blood boil. 

Hell, if you had to stay locked up in their little dungeon you wanted to have fun. And what better entertainment was there than making the cute Sam Winchester blush so hard you’d think he was going to faint with that much blood going to his head at once. 

Dean Winchester never gave you the reactions you wanted. No matter how much the man hated your kind he threw every innuendo and flirty word right back at you. Making it a battle of dirty minds instead of flirting. It was tiring really, trying to make the big bad hunter choke on his words. But sweet little Sammy?

Fuck, how you loved pushing his buttons and see him stammer and hurry to escape whenever you upped the flirting just a little bit. Whenever you saw that hint of a red blush start travelling up his neck from your words you wanted to run your tongue across it. To see if you could make the colour darken by a few shades and mark the path you’d drawn.  

Something about the hunter’s perceived innocence, though you knew he wasn’t completely oblivious when it came to handling women, just brought out the demon in you. Which wasn’t that hard really, you were all demon. All dirty thoughts and wicked deeds, and as such you were also basically the natural enemy of hunters. That didn’t mean you couldn’t be attracted to one though. Playing with fire was kind of your thing. Always had been since…. Hell, yeah… Probably since you first stepped foot into the land down under, and you definitely didn’t mean Australia.  

And Sam Winchester sweet little Sammy, seemed to like playing with fire too. Though he tried to stay hard and unfeeling, though his blushes made him look and act like a little school boy, you knew he wanted you too. You’d seen the hungry looks he threw your way when he thought you weren’t looking. If he really hated it he’d probably just have stayed away. Yet, lately you barely seen big bro at all. Whenever someone came down to play your little game it was always the younger brother. So, of course you knew it would be him even before he stepped into the room.

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Aelin & Aedion when they were kids HC
  • Aedion always finds time to play with his little cousin, despite his busy schedule (training and all that:3)
  • Aelin makes flower crowns for both of them.
  • Aedion wants to say no but that’s Aelin Galathynius, you can’t say no to her.
  • The other boys in the palace make fun of him, but Aelin snaps at them and tells them that if they tease her dearest cousin again, she’ll report them to her father. But not before she sets their butts on fire.
  • “I am capable of defending myself, Aelin.”
  • “I know that, I just don’t wanna miss a chance to tell people I’ll set their butts on fire.”
  • Most of the time, the other little kids pick on Aelin and tell her to get away from them because she’s different and dangerous
  • So she’s alone on the swing, crying silently.
  • Aedion sees her crying and sits on the ground in front of her.
  • “Hey, what’s wrong?”
  • They don’t wanna play with me b-because I’m different. They’re s-scared of me.
  • She cries even harder, and Aedion hugs the princess tightly ;-;
  • Okay *clears throat* so anyways, Aedion gets scolded because he was supposed to be training two hours ago.
  • He took it all, though:)
  • Then little Aelin knocks on the door of the training room and walks in like she owns the place (well, technically she will in the future but anyways)
  • She tells the master that Aedion was with her the entire time and that she wanted him to keep her company. “My apologies, sir, I forgot to inform you.”
  • Aedion’s already practicing for the moment he takes the blood oath so he’s always been a protective ass:”)
  • They’re the type of kids who always get scolded for being too loud and rowdy.
  • Some days they’re angry as hell with each other
  • But most days, they’re inseparable


This HC is too short;(

tagging @whitewolfofdoranelle because she’s great and she helped me make this short-ass HC:)


My smol masterlist:(

  • S.Coups: Okay boys what do you want for Christmas?
  • Seungkwan: A tambourine!
  • Dino: A new toaster oven!
  • Wonwoo: Peace and quiet... Please.
  • -Christmas Day-
  • Seungkwan: *loudly playing the tambourine, singing off key as Dino's toaster oven catches on fire*
  • DK: *screams as he uses his water guns to try to extinguish fire*
  • Wonwoo (whispering to himself): Every fucking year...
Survive: John Murphy imagine

The small metal like classroom was filled with laughter and talks as you walked in looking at all the young criminals. To you they were just teenagers, sure they did something that went against the laws of the arc but where they really criminals.

“Sit down and shut up!”’ the guard yelled making everyone scrambled to their seats.

“Who’s the babe?” A boy with dark hair asked as he smirked at you.

“Your survival teacher.” You started as you by passed his comment and went straight to the board. You were here for one reason, to get this kids ready to survive the ground. You weren’t  much different then them, 19 so just a few years older than most of them. But you knew everything there was about earth, it was your interest every since you were a small child.

“So does anyone know how to start a fire?” You asked as you leaned against the desk in the front of the blank room.

“Murphy does.” Someone commented making everyone else let out chuckles and giggles.

“Well Murphy do you want to come up and demonstrate?” You asked as your eyes landed on the boy from before. His lips played out in a smirk as he walked up to you, standing a little to close.

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Peter Pan-Once Upon A Time

It had been a few months since the spell was lifted by Emma Swan. She set our town free from the Evil Queens curse. Everybody began remembering who they used to be. Snow White, The Mad Hatter, even the blue fairy remembered who they were. everybody remembered the lives in the enchanted forest, everybody, except me.I didn’t remember anything. Well, I remembered a few bits, a forest, a camp fire, music played on a set of pan pipes. Mostly though I just remembered a boy. My age, maybe older, he was tall and skinny. He always had a cocky look on his face, a smirk on his lips, one of his eye brows raised. I remembered his face but I couldn’t remember his name, and I didn’t know why.

It’s wasn’t all bad, not remembering. My mum, well adoptive mum that is, Mary Margret (Well snow white) had been so supportive, even with all the catching up with her real daughter, Emma. She was an amazing mom and Emma was an amazing Sister. I didn’t NEED to know who I was in the past, I just wanted to know.

A few days ago, Henry, Emma’s boy, was taken and my mom, David, Emma and Regina who I nicknamed ‘EQ’, had decided they were going to find him and bring him home, with help of a pirate. I however was forced to go. I mean sure, don’t get me wrong, I love Henry, even before the curse was lifted, I loved him like a brother. I was his babysitter and tutor. He means a lot to me, but ermm, I did’t think, I’d be much help in the rescue mission like this. I’m not really good with stuff like being a hero. My mum and sister however  thought other wise, so here I stand in the middle of a forest, lost in Neverland.

I had gotten lost because I thought I heard crying so I went to look, so I went to look and when I turned back to find the group they were gone. I stumbled around the forest looking for them.

I tripped and stumbled around. I don’t really know why, but something felt familier. I felt as through I had been here before. Something about the trees, the sounds the feel of the place felt as though I had been there before. For a moment, I forgot about finding my mom and sister. I just walked, trying to figure out why I knew this place, why it felt so familiar. I pushed my way through bushes and branches trying to find my family when pushed threw a bunch of think over grown branches and all of a sudden I couldn’t feel the ground under my feet anymore, I looked down and I could see the ground, traveling towards me at a quick pace. I was falling.

I fell, fast and I knew it was over, I held my arms out, over my face, I’m not sure why, I guess I thought, if I protected my face from damage my mom would know it’s me. If see ever found me that is. Holding my arms over my face, I closed my eyes, and braced my self for the impact with the ground but it never came.

My eyes opened slightly and I moved my arms, looking at the ground, it was there, right in front of me, my head floating just above it. I looked around confused. I was floating, I laughed a little, relieved I wasn’t dead. I was alive. I looked up, over to the cliff I had fallen down and some how I willed myself  to slowly raise up towards the cliff. “I…I’m flying.” I whispered to myself. “I…I’m flying.” I shouted laughing. I started to fly up faster and faster the smiling never leaving my face. I flew a little bit further on to the cliff so I didn’t fall again. I hovered a little over the ground before I felt my feet drop to the ground. Then it all came flooding back. I remembered Everything.

I remember Neverland, I remember the lost boys, I remember who I was but most importantly, I remember Peter Pan.

I looked around and laughed at myself, I could still hear the crying, and that really bothered me, I remembered who I am, I remembered that if I could here the crying, it meant I was lost, but why was I lost, I knew exactly where I was.

Ignoring the feeling of confusion I figured it was because I need to find my mum. I willed myself to lift off into the air and flew over the trees trying to find my family when I spotted something familiar.

A camp. It was big, huts scattered around in the middle sat a large camp fire, surrounded by boys, all dancing and shouting, having fun. Not wanting to spoil their fun I flew a little lower and landed by a tree and watched, smiling at the familiar sight.

“Are you sure it’s her?” I heard a voice ask, I slightly looked around the tree to see Felix, my old friend, talking to him, to Peter. Peter was still as handsome and young as ever. He was sat there, on a tree stump, playing with his pan pipes, only stopping to ask questions to Felix.

“I’m sure, I’d know her voice anywhere Peter. It was Y/N” Felix answered. I knew instantly who there were talking about before he even said my name, my whole life here was spent with the lost boys, I was the first and only lost girl.

“We need to find her, I need her back here with me.” Peter whispered, regret and sadness clear in his voice. I decided then It was time to come out of the shadow, I wanted to see him again. Face to face.

“No need Peter, I’m right here.” I called as I stepped out from behind the tree. I looked around and noticed all of the eyes on me, but the only person to speak or eve move was Peter.

“Y/N, you’re back.” He laughed happily as he ran over to me and pulled me into a hug. The second I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he pulled me close, the sound of crying stopped. I wasn’t lost anymore, now that I was back in Peter’s arms.

“Yeah I am.” I mumbled into his chest. “I’m home.” I whispered as I looked up into his eyes. I remember everything from before the curse, how I got to Neverland, how I fell for Peter and how I was taken from Neverland and ended up in the enchanted forest.

“Where were you?” He asked, sitting me down on a tree stump, him sitting on the floor next to me. He waved his hand, signaling everyone to carry on with what they where doing. I smiled at the sight of all the lost boys being happy and free.

“It’s a long story.” I laughed quietly but I went serious again. “Peter, where’s Henry? I know you have him.” I asked grabbing his hand and pulling it to my cheek which he gently stroked and smiles a me.

“Y/N, please don’t be mad.” He whispered shamefully. “I only took him because we needed to get the magic back.” He explained, pulling me up and leading me into the woods. “After you were taken, everything changed. Magic stopped working. A few months ago how ever something changed, the shadow came back and I figured if I sent him to find the right child, he would ring back magic and I could get you back.” He finished, just as we stopped at the cages.

“Henry?” I called, walking towards the cages thathad people in.

“Auntie Y/N” I heard him call ack.  ran over to the cell and let him out, he immedietly ran into my arms.

“You’re here, is my mom here?” He asked tears welling mp in his eyes. I nodded and turned to Peter.

“I’m gonna take him back to his family. "I told Peter, grabbing Henry’s hand. Before I could leave Peter grabbed my arm. Henry, being scared and not knowing who I was tried to fight Peter off but I stopped him.

"Henry, no stop.” I shouted, pulling him back, “Peter won’t hurt me.” I reassured him. I turned to Peter and smiled, “I’ll come back, I promise.” Peter nodded and lent in, kissing my cheek before letting go and walking away.

“Okay, Henry, hold on tight.” I told him as I hugged him close and smiled before lifting off into the air.

“Wow” I heard Henry whisper as we flew over the trees.

We flew around for a while until I saw Emma and Regina fighting…again. I sighed and turned to Henry before flying down and landing a little away from the group. As soon as my feet hit the floor Henry ran towards Emma so I followed.

As soon as we broke through the trees the arguing stopped and both Henry and I became trapped in a large group hug. “Henry, Y/N, you’re back.” Emma called, I nodded a pulled away. I looked over at my family and it hit me, I had a choice. I was either going to stay here with Peter and the Lost boys or go back to Storybrook, with my family. Being here in Neverland, even though I have only been here for a short time, I feel at home, but I have spent god knows how long with my mum, my sister and Henry. My family.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” My mom asked. I smiled and shrugged, as I was about to speak a familiar voice interupted.

“YOU!” I turned around and came face to face with Hook. “Where is he?” he asked.  Before I could say anything Henry spoke up again.

“You’re her, aren’t you? You’re the one he talks about.” He asked, leaving everyone else confused. “The lost girl.”

“Yeah, I’m her.” I answered sitting down o a rock. I sighed and looked up at everyone else. “I remember…who I am, before the Curse EQ cast.” I told them, “I was taken a long time ago I don’t know who by but I managed to get away from them somehow and I ended up here. I met Peter and the lost boys and I was happy until a few of the lost boys thought Peter’s love for me was a weakness and they wanted to overthrow him, so they kidnapped me as sent me away, that’s how I ended up on the enchanted forest, and how I ended up on Storybrook.

"I got here and I fell off of the cliff, I flew and I remembered. I’m home, I’m where I should be but I don’t want to lose you mum. and Emma I only just got you. I don’t know what to do.” I cried, my mum walked over and hugged me tight.

“You do what you have to do, I love you, you know that. But I can tell you want to be here. Home is where your heart is and you’re heart has never really been in Storybrook, you know that.” My mom reassured me holding me close.

“Y/N, I know I just got you as a sister u I agree with Mary Margret, before I lifted the curse, you always told me about wanting to leave o find adventure, you love right, who ever this Peter Pan is?” Emma asked to which I nodded. “Then you should stay here, the biggest adventure anybody can find is love.” She smiled, hugging me I nodded and smiled pulling away.

I turned to look around the clearing when I saw a figure duck behind a bush, I smiled and shook my head,“Peter, I know you’re watching, get them home please.” I called, before I had even finished my sentence Peter was by my side.

“Ok,” was all he said. I smiled and walked over to my family. “Bye EQ.” I said giving her a quick hug before moving on over to David.

“Hey, thank you for being a great dad over the past few months .” I whispered in his ear.

“Henry, I love you a lot, don’t forget me OK?” I said hugging him tight.

“Emma, I love you too, even if you didn’t have them your whole life , they still love you.” I reminded Emma, hugging her tight too.

“Mum, thank you for being there for me. I am so greatful for you.”  told her, “I love you” I whispered.

“I love you too Y/N. come and visit, OK.” She cried. I nodded and pulled away.

After our goodbyes my family left and I sighed. I love my family but my mum was right, I never felt like I belonged in Storybrook, I always felt like an outsider because I never got me memories back when everyone else did. I belong in Neverland, with Peter and the lost boys, My lost boys.

The feeling of someones arms wrapping around my waist pulled me from my thoughts.

“I am so glad you are home, with me.” Peter whispered turning me to face him. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Me too.” I replied pulling him in for a long over due kiss.

“So very glad to be home.” I sighed happy looked into his eyes.

Dazed and Distracted, Can’t You Tell? (GastonxFemale!Reader fanfic)

Dazed and Distracted, Can’t You Tell? Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1005

warnings: slight swearing, like one word and mention of death

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It’s a bit longer today!! Yay!!

For years you and he sent letters back and forth, you learned everything you could about the war and he was kept up with all the news in Villeneuve- not that there was much to report. You tell him if there was a particularly bad storm that flooded the crops, or if the baker came up with a new recipe or whatever else caused a stir in your quiet town.

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Because we are total suckers for Avatar the Last Airbender, here’s our take on what elements the boys would be able to bend


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Originally posted by avatarthelastairbendermemes


Originally posted by the-spirit-of-the-avatar

“Air benders detach themselves from worldly problems and concerns; finding peace and freedom was the key to solving their difficulties in life.”
“The key to air bending is flexibility and finding and following the path of least resistance. Air bending is notable for being almost purely defensive, as well as the most dynamic of the four bending arts.”

Characteristics: fun-loving | positive | gentle | accepting | sure-footed



Originally posted by gyuhan-17

  • The epitome of peace, to be honest
  • People wonder if he even has powers because he never uses them
  • But he does, just really discreetly
  • He’d generate little breezes for the children flying kites, cooling the air on hot summer nights what a gentleman huhuhu
  • Trips big, tough bullies to humiliate them and they would be so confused like whodidthat?!?! because no one would suspect a smol, sweet boi
  • Combat style: Since he has never formally trained in air bending, he has never battled. If confronted, his defensive counterattacks would be wild, clumsy but shockingly powerful (he surprises others and himself)


Originally posted by 17-percent

  • Okay, I know he’s Kwonfire but heAR ME OUT. He’s the absolute embodiment of all the values embraced by air bending culture.
  • Special skill: Gliding
  • Is one of the most powerful air benders of his time, a prodigy even.
  • Tends of show off a little, but he’s good-natured, sweet, and really just a typical boy-next-door that can shoot air from his palms like nbd
  • Massive advocate for justice: he’d see someone mistreating another person and he’d be like “wow fiTE ME BIJ” and leap forward to the weak’s defense.
  • Combat style: He’d keep his enemy on the ground while he maintains the upper hand by staying in the air. Churns up clouds of dust to blind them and striking unseen with deadly precision.


Originally posted by sebongies101

  • Don’t be fooled by his angelic appearance: this kid is actually lethal
  • Special skill: Asphyxiation (He’s actually learnt that by himself by accident and nearly killed someone in the process)
  • Was a troublemaker when he was younger: playing pranks using air bending by sending powerful gusts of wind to mess people up
  • Eventually learns to use his powers for good, takes on the responsibility of guarding the village and is on the front line of defense
  • Still is a happy, cheerful and sunny guy, but he is still able to end your life in a heartbeat. DON’T. MAKE. HIM. MAD unless you want the air squeezed out of you until you die.
  • Combat style: Mostly offense, going from generating air blades in physical combat with his staff to firing spurts of compressed air to knock them off their feet.


Originally posted by seungkvvan

  • Poor little boy who struggles with maintaining and honing his powers
  • Special skill: Cloud manipulation
  • Loves to see the fun in every given situation. Mostly spotted riding his little air scooter throughout the village screaming
  • If you hear a yelp of pain in the middle of the night that’s probably just him falling off his scooter
  • His chi is actually strong, but sometimes it gets too hard for him to control and he’d accidentally unleash lethal outbreaks. Would be terribly distraught and broken afterwards
  • Combat style: mostly basic techniques - air punches, swipes and blasts. If he gets too desperate, he’d lose control of his chi, releasing haphazard blasts of wind until he exhausts himself
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Hi. Can you write an imagine kind of like, when y/n gets to Neverland (from Storybrooke) Pan cuts her a deal. If she doesn’t fall for his charm he’ll let her go, but if she does, she has to stay? Something kind of like that. 

It had been maybe a week since you first landed in Neverland and as expected you were trapped prisoner on the island, by order of Pan. He didn’t put you in a cage or treat you like an animal. Strangely the most cruel person of all the realms treated you like a person. But come to think of it there was no need for him to keep you locked up. The whole island was his prison. You didn’t quite understand what Pan wanted with you, but you weren’t going to ask either.

One evening while the Lost Boys were running about the fire Pan took a seat next to you on a log at the edge of his camp. He was the last person you wanted to come your way.

“What do you want Pan?” you ask through gritted teeth.

“I came to make you a deal” he says.

“I’m not interested in anything you have to offer to me. I know how your games work and I don’t intend on being a pawn in one of them” you answer directly. You knew that Pan didn’t play fair. If he was going to play a game he intending on winning and you didn’t stand a chance.

“Well that’s too bad” he says getting up from where he had been sitting, "I was hoping you’d make things a bit more interesting for the both of us.“

"What’s your offer?” you ask squishing your face regretting you’d asked.

“Glad to see you’re interested” he says turning towards you again with a smirk on his face. “What if I were to offer you something very hard to come by? Passage off the island.”

An offer like this from Pan didn’t come easy and it was in your best interest to take it, but you couldn’t stomach it to agree to play one of his games. “Name you terms” you ask harshly.

He squats in front of you so that you see eye to eye. “I’m going to give you three weeks on this island with me” he says waving his hand as if displaying the island surrounding you. “By the end of those three weeks I will offer you the option to leave the island or stay with me forever.”

“You and I know very well what my choice will be” you say factually.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that” he says with a snicker. “You may think I’m a bloody demon, but I’d say I’m a pretty charming boy” he says full of conceit “and I intend on using my charm to lure you into staying with me.”

“Not likely.” Pan’s notion was ridiculous. If he thought you were going to fall for him he had it all wrong and lucky for you, you could play this to your advantage.

“Alright. Pan” you say with the hint of a smile on your face, “I’ll play this little game of yours.”

“So you agree?” he asks.

“Yes I do” you answer with a smug look on your face.

“The night is still young. I’m sure the Lost Boys would love it if you danced with them around the fire” he suggests holding out his hand for you to take.

“The Lost Boys want me to join them? I don’t believe that. I think it’s you who wants me to join in” you challenge. “But I suppose if I’m going to be spending some time here I might as well have fun with it” you reason as you give him your hand and stand up.

He squeezes your hand tight and the two of you almost jog to where the Lost Boys were. You expect him to let go of your hand, but instead he grabs the other and spins you in circles around the fire. You’d hate to admit that you were enjoying yourself, but you were.You were going to give Pan what he expected, a false sense of security. If he was going to play dirty then so were you.

After what seemed like hours of dancing around the fire you stepped away to get a moment of peace. 

“Wasn’t that exiting?” you hear a familiar voice ask.

You turn around and sure enough standing a few feet away from you is none other than Peter Pan. “You’re going to have to do better than that, Pan.”

“I’m not too worried” he says with a chuckle. “I’ve got plenty more up my sleeve and then… well, then I get to have some real fun.”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath on that one Pan” you say sneering.

“You’ve got quite the attitude (y/n)” he observes “but that’s alright. It makes our game far more interesting.”

“Oh, I’m counting on putting on a good show for you Pan” you assure.

“You’ve got fire” he says with a sinister smile, “I like fire.”

“I’d keep my distance from the fire if I were you.”

“Oh, but we were just having so much fun. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t” and he was right you were enjoying yourself, but you wouldn’t fall into his trap. That’s exactly what he wanted and you didn’t plan on losing his game just yet.

The following morning you wake up to the sweet smell of smoke filling your nostrils. You lay still on the ground slowly inhaling and exhaling, trying to savor every breath.

“Good morning” says a voice and still without opening your eyes you smile. It must be one of the Lost Boys. “I made you some breakfast, eggs in a basket, your favorite” and that’s when your eyes shoot open and you sit up stiffly. It wasn’t one of the Lost Boys, it was Pan.

“What do you want?” you ask suddenly tense. 

“I can see you’re not much of a morning person, are you?” You don’t answer him. “I just thought I’d bring you some breakfast. Enjoy the eggs.”

And as quick as he had come he was gone again. You looked emptily at the eggs he had brought you. It was clear he was buttering you up. It made you laugh how clever he thought he was. “Not going to work on me Pan” you whispered to yourself. You graciously ate the eggs with a smile plastered to your face. You could see him and Felix facing towards you making conversation. You bet they were already convinced you’d fallen into Pan’s trap. “Not yet Pan” you thought to yourself, “not yet.”

You weren’t sure how long you’d been in Pan’s camp but you knew it was somewhere over a week, maybe even two. Even though you had no sense of time you knew the end of three weeks was nearing. You could almost taste your freedom from the island. It was obvious that by now you had Pan sold on the idea that he’d already won. Otherwise he wouldn’t be so giddy when he approached you.

“How about we play a little game?” he asks with a somewhat genuine smile.

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing these past two weeks? Playing a game?” you ask as innocently as possible.

“Yes, but I had something else in mind.”

“And what is that?” you ask with a frail voice. Keeping up this act was starting to become nauseating, but it was the price of finding a way home.

“We have a story here about a man who once shot an apple off his sons head with an arrow. Let’s find out if that’s possible.” You could see Felix and the other Lost Boys in the distance dipping the arrow tips in dream shade, a deadly poison. He was going to have them take turns shooting apples off your head. He probably figured if one of them were to hit you, you’d be dead before your three weeks were done.

“So you’re going to let the Lost Boys shoot deadly arrows at me? Now that isn’t fair. I could almost call it cheating, and don’t you know? Cheaters never win” you were hoping to leave Pan speechless  by using his own words against him, but he wasn’t.

“You’re the one doing the shooting” he says smugly. “Felix, get over here”

“You’re really going to trust me with a bow and arrow Pan. You must be really arrogant” you say snatching it from his hands preparing your aim.

“Why don’t you take a shot if you’re so clever?” he asks making you burn with rage.

“You think I won’t shoot do you?” you ask pointing your arrow at Felix.

“Oh, I’m counting on that much” he challenges you further.

He’d gone too far. Quickly you switched your aim to focus on him and released the arrow from its quiver. You thought you’d hit him square in the heart but there he was with that familiar smirk on his face holding the arrow out an inch from his chest.

“You shouldn’t have done that dear” he says cocking his head. Maybe that wasn’t your smartest move but now he knew he wasn’t playing with a pansy. No, you were determined and you would succeed, even if that meant playing dirty, dirtier than Pan.

You throw the bow to the ground and kick it into the dirt and then look back up panning at the expressions of the lost boys. They all seemed confused, but Pan wasn’t. You had just blown your cover. You turn on your heel and walk away with your shoulders back and chin up. You can feel the stares from the Lost Boys hitting you like stones.

“Go on!” he shouts at the lost boys signaling them to continue their day. You still don’t turn back. He shouts again, but this time at you “The game is about to get interesting.”

You had four days left on the island. Pan and his conceited self were wrong. You wouldn’t be staying in Neverland like he suspected. You sat on the log at the edge of Pan’s camp as usual sharpening the tip of a long stick. As expected Pan had come to take a seat beside you. It was almost expected by now.

“What do you want this time?” you ask slightly annoyed. 

“To offer part in another game of course.” he says. This is exactly what you were expecting from him. You knew he liked his games, but the boy just wouldn’t stop trying to coax you into one every five minutes.

“What are we going to play this time Pan?” you sigh letting him know you were growing tired of his endless games.

“Why don’t we be pirates for the day? A sword fight is what I had in mind” he insists while eyeing the stick you’d been carving.

“Wonder where you got that brilliant idea” you say sarcastically while rolling your eyes.

“Oh, I know you’re upset” he says changing his gaze to the fire “I know how hard it is for you to pretend you’re having fun” he tries to say in an understanding tone “but you’re not pretending. We both know that.” he says with a soft smile.

He may be a bloody demon but he sure wasn’t stupid. You thought you’d done a pretty good job at hiding your emotions but apparently not. Pan could tell that he was getting into your head and although you told yourself not to, you let him.

You stopped sharpening and blew the wood shavings off the tip of the stick. For a moment you closed your eyes almost forgetting that Pan was beside you and when you opened them instead of a pointy stick in your hands there was a sword.

“I’m impressed” Pan says nodding his head in approval.

“I wasn’t going to leave myself weaponless” you reason. “Now let’s play!” you shout clearly hopping up from the log and facing Pan. A Lost Boy hurries to him to give him his sword before he joins you on his feet. “That is you’re favorite line. Isn’t it?” you say letting the fire from inside speak for you.

“Indeed it is” he says taking a swing at you and scraping your forearm. The cut isn’t deep but the blood drips down to your wrist before dripping into the Earth. It’s a velvety shade of red and in seconds your face turns the same color. You feel hot with anger and push Pan up against a tree with your sword at his neck. 

“You think you’re so smart Pan. Your arrogance makes me laugh!” you spit in his face while he blankly stares into your eyes un-entertained. “What do you have to say about that” you pause, “Pan!”

“Gotta say I’m not disappointed” he says with the same look of un-interest on his face.

You lower your sword and back away as he heaves a deep breath in and steps away from the tree. “I’m done playing” you say stalking away to find water to wash your open wound with.

“Sad to see our game end so soon. Perhaps another day we can come back to it. I was quite enjoying myself” he shouts after you, but you ignore him and press forward.

You stumble upon a fresh water spring and crouch down letting the water wash over the wound. You hadn’t realize how big the cut was but once the water had washed the blood you could see a clear marking stretching from the crease in your elbow to the edge of your palm. If it had been any deeper it could’ve killed you.

You spent the rest of the evening at the edge of the spring after you realized that Pan hadn’t sent the Lost Boys to retrieve you. Oddly enough Pan himself hadn’t even made an appearance, which you found odd.

You had been trying so hard to figure Pan out. What were his motives for anything? Why was he so interested in you? Why did he have an obsession with games? It was all so confusing and you hated to admit that you were attracted to him. The way he spoke cryptically made your head spin. How driven he was in getting what he wanted. He was stubborn, yes, but driven. You remember what one of the Lost Boys had told you. “If Pan sent for you then he wants you, and if he wants you, then he will get you.”

And he was right “He got me” you whisper with the sound of defeat in your voice.

“And so I have” says a voice from behind you.

“Right on cue” you sigh waving him over.

“Oh I understand that you’re upset” he says with a fake pout on his face, almost mocking you.

“You’ve won Pan. I’m agreeing to stay here with you” you say annoyed with yourself.

“I thought you might” he says softly. “I’m not all that bad, you know?” he suggests. “I just like to have a little fun and I must say you’ve proven to be quite the contender.”

“What are you getting at?” you ask.

“I can tell you’ve been curious as to why I brought you here” he says pausing before he continues, “I brought you here because I was looking for a challenge, someone who could see me eye to eye, someone who didn’t show their weakness or beg for my mercy. I wanted someone who could beat me at my own game and well (y/n), you proved yourself. You are that lucky someone.”

“But I didn’t win?” you ask confused.

“Oh, why of course not. I wasn’t expecting to you to. Don’t you know that Peter Pan never fails?”

“You knew I was going to lose from the beginning, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did, but you know how much I like my games. Thought I’d give you a small taste of what it’s like here in Neverland” he says coolly. “Why I chose you out of so many other suitors was your relentlessness to give up despite the odds.”

“Is that all?” you query.

“You’re different. You’re determined. You’ve earned your place in Neverland.”

“Earned my place. I thought I already held a place as prisoner?”

“You’re no longer my prisoner (y/n). Someone with as much fire as you shouldn’t be locked up. I want to make you the first Lost Girl to ever stay in Neverland with the Lost Boys and I. You don’t mind if I call you a Lost Girl, do you?

And you didn’t mind, "Not at all” you say.

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Mitch Marner #5

Requested by Anon:  (Inspired by Mitch and Auston singing on the bench) I ❤ your writing so much! Can you write an imagine where y/n and Mitch are singing in the car. The windows could be rolled down and ppl in the cars around them are laughing and it’s just super cute

*Hiii! Thank you so so much! I love Mitch and Auston singing on the bench. Okay, so here it is. I hope you enjoy this. It isn’t exactly what you requested but Mitch is being a dork here so I hope, I really hope you like this. :)*

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Originally posted by wonthetrade

Mitch grabbed your phone from the dashboard the moment your car merged with the traffic.

“Music time!” he declared as he opened your Spotify app.

You gripped the wheel and glanced at him quickly, “drivers get to choose.”

“Ha!” he said playfully, “I offered to drive but you won’t let me so I choose,” he sniggered.

Trust Mitch to actually feel bad about not being able to drive in bumper to bumper traffic. Dork.

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Enemies With Benefits

Originally posted by lostgirl14480

Tittle: Enemies With Benefits

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Requested: Yep

Rating: M for Mature

Warning(s): Smut, swearing, violence, kinky daddy

   “Pan is on his way.” Tink yelled when she walked into the camp, her announcement causing my lost girls to break into a panic. I let out annoyed huff before I turned to my girls, waving my hand to silence the group. Instantly they all fell silent their attention turning to me as they waited for orders.

  “How much time do we have?” I asked, turning my attention towards the fairy. Before she could answer an arrow came flying through the camp, landing in a tree, inches from my head. I growled as I turned to face the boy. Peter stood in the middle of forest. He was smirking at me, raising an eyebrow at me as I snarled at him.

  “I would say not much time darling.” Peter laughed, smirking at me again.

 “What do you want Pan?” I huffed.

  “I just came to talk.” He laughed, his words causing the lost boys to come out of hiding, all of them surrounding my girls and I instantly.

  “Talk?” I chuckled, raising an eye brow at the boy. “This doesn’t look like you really wanna talk, it makes it look like you came here to fight.”

  “Hey I only brought my boys in case you and your girls decided to attack, I know how kind you girls can be.” He chuckled smirking at me again. 

  “Maybe if you and your little boys learned to stop playing with fire you would stop getting burned.” At that my lost girls chuckled while Pan growled, his lost boys following suit.

  “It’s time I teach you a lesson, just me and you, anyone who follows leaves Neverland.” Peter sneered, his smirk growing when he saw me frown. I may run the Lost Girls but Peter still held the power to banish them at will.

  The only reason we were here in the first place was because the Shadow had decided that Peter needed to be put in his place, so he found me. At first Peter kept trying to get rid of me, he would send me off the island only to have the Shadow bring me right back. It took him a while but he finally gave in, deciding that it would be easier to just let me stay. After that the shadow started bringing me Lost Girls, much to Peter’s annoyance. He tried to send them away as well, but like with me the Shadow brought them back the same night. That is when Peter made the rules.

  Never enter his camp. Leave his boys alone. Don’t take what the Lost Boys had gathered and stay out of his path. We of course, followed them, but Peter however didn’t. He loved to play his games, and his favorite was bothering the Lost Girls. He would send some Lost Boys into our camp to destroy it, steal what ever we had gathered and every where I went on the Island, he was there. I knew he was tempting us to break the rule so he could send us away, but I was determined we didn’t. I was not about to let a little boy with an ego the size of Texas win. 

  “Fine, we’ll go. Girls stay here and make sure these little boys get their fingers burned.” I purred, smiling at them all before Peter caused us both to vanish in a cloud of green smoke. When it was all cleared Peter and I were in the middle of a small cave, one I knew that was close to Skull Rock. I smirked at him as I moved to lean against the wall, raising an eyebrow at the boy when I noticed his eyes scanning over my frame. The moment I noticed his green eyes running over my body, I couldn’t help but smirk, my clothed center grew wet. I bite my lip as I slowly pulled the bottom of my dark green dress higher up my thighs, smirking when I watched his green eyes darken with lust.

  Peter and I had only started sleeping with one another a few weeks ago. I was bathing in the lake one day when Peter showed up. Instantly he was pressed up against my back, his hard member pressing into my ass as his hands gripped my hips and his lips attacked my neck.  From that moment on Peter and I found it hard to keep out hands off of one another and we took any opportunity to explore one another. It looked like now was one of those times.

  “How are you going to punish me?” I purred, licking my lips as moved to cup my own breast, knowing how much he loved to watch me touch myself. As my hands kneaded my breasts, his member strained against his pants.

  “Oh princess I am going to punish you lots of ways, you have been such a bad girl. Walking around MY island dressed in barely nothing, your boobs almost popping out of your chest, you ass barely covered. Do you know how many times I caught one of my boys pleasuring themselves to the thought you? To many. I’m the only one that gets to think about doing that you. You are mine.” Peter growled his body pressing against my own as he hands moved around my body.

  “I belong to no one Pan.” I snarled, gasping when his hand squeezed my thighs tightly.

  “You are wrong. You belong to me and only me. You are a lost girl, and I am the king.” Peter growled. He gave me one last smirk before he attached his lips to my neck, sucking harshly on the skin just below my ear. I let out a soft moan, my head falling to the side to give him more access to my neck, while my I gripped tightly onto his shoulders. “Who do you belong to you?” He muttered against my skin, his tongue brushing against the now sensitive skin. “Answer correctly and daddy will reward you baby girl.”

  “No ones.” I panted, smirking when Peter growled. He bit down onto my skin before he pulled back, his eyes meeting mine in a hard glare.

  “I am going to have to punish you now my dear. Come on, be a good girl and lay over daddy’s knees.” Peter growled, smirking at me as he slowly sat down on the smooth rock that was in the middle of the cave. I bite my lip as I nodded, slowly moving so I could lay over his knee. The moment I was laying across his lap, his hand slapped against my skin. I let out a gasp as he quickly slapped my ass again, his hand moving to slap a different cheek each time he brought them down. With each slap my arousal grew until I could feel it dripping down my thighs.

  “You really do love spankings don’t you, you bad little girl.” Peter chuckled, his hand moving to slid in between my thighs, his fingers slipping in between my folds, collecting the arousal. I moaned as his pressed his fingers against my clit, only to whimper as he quickly pulled it away. “Bad girls don’t get to pleasured.” He purred, his hands rubbing my ass cheeks.

  “Peter.” I growled, pushing myself off his lap and moving so I could straddle him. I round my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling into the ends of his hair, tugging on them slightly. “We both know I’m yours.”

  “Do we know darling.” He chuckled, shaking his head at me as he snapped his fingers, my clothes vanishing instantly. “As long as you know that this, is all mine then we have no problem.” As she spoke, his hands traveled across my now naked body, his fingers kneading my skin every now and then. He smirked at me one last time before dipping his head into my neck, his lips attaching onto my neck as his hands cupped my breast.

  “Have I mentioned that I seriously hate you.” I groaned, whimper as I started to move my core against the rough material of his pants, desperate for some kind of relief. Peter chuckled against my skin, his lips moving slowly down my neck towards my breast. Once his lips were wrapped around my nipple, his now free hand slipped between us, three of fingers instantly pumping into me. “Oh fuck Peter.” I groaned, whimpering as he suddenly stopped.

  “Now now Kitten, you know that’s not what I like to hear, not from you.” He cooed, his lips leaving my breast with a small pop. I groaned, hating the way he was smirking at me. You would think a boy that refused to grow up, would have some kind of kink other than a daddy one.

  “Daddy please.” I whimpered, my mouth falling into an ‘o’ as he instantly started to pump his fingers into me, his mouth moving back to my breast. “Oh fuck daddy yes.” I whimpered, moving my hips so his fingers just barely brushed against my g-spot. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and I leaned back, giving him better access to my breast as well as a better angle for his fingers to pump into me.

  “I will never understand how you can drive me to point of wanting to shot you, then make it so the only thing I want to do is making you a whimpering mess.’ Peter moaned, his eyes traveling along my body, his free hand moving to wrap around my waist, holding me in place as my orgasm washed over me. I screamed his name as I came, his fingers pumping into me until I finished. “I would say get on your knees but damn baby girl, I need to in that beautiful little cunt of yours and I need to be in it now.”

  I barely managed to nod my head when he snapped his fingers again, this time making his clothes vanish in a puff of green smoke. The moment his erection was free I lifted my hips, moaning as his tip slid between my folds. I bit my lip, holding back a cry of pleasure as I sank onto his length, his hands gripping my hips tightly as I started to move. “Fuck.” I breathed out, my head falling onto his shoulder as I started to pick up my pace, his moans quickly joining my own.

  “Fuck you are so good at this.” He breathed out, his hands moving to guide me as I bounced. I let out a cry of pleasure as he lifted his hips up to slam into me just as I was easing back down. “You like that? Hmm do you like it when I slam my hips into you? Does my little lost girl like it rough?”

  “Yes daddy, I like it rough.” I moaned, a cry of surprising leaving my lips when Peter pulled me off of him, standing us both up within seconds.

  “Turn around my little lost girl, daddy is going to give you what you want.” He hummed, smirking when I eagerly spun around. I bent over the rock, spreading my legs as his hands grabbed my hips. He gave me no warnings before he started slamming into me again. I let out a cry as he hit my g-spot, my fingers curling against the rock, the scrapping of my skin only adding to pleasure. Behind me Peter moaned, his one hand moving up my side to tangle into my hair, pulling my head back so he could place open mouth kisses along my neck.

  “Fuck Peter, I’m going to cum.” I screamed, the pit in my stomach tightening as he continued to thrust into me.

  “Me too. Cum for me my little lost girl, let me know how good I make you feel.” He moaned into my ear. The sound of his moan in my ear, caused me to cum undone, my head falling onto my hands as he picked up his speed. “Turn around and suck me off baby.” He ordered, his hands yanking me up and spinning me around. I nodded as I dropped to my knee in front of him, my mouth instantly wrapping around his length.

  Peter let out a moan as his hands tangled into my hair, holding my head still so he could thrust into my mouth. I hummed against him, moving my hand to play with his balls, his cock twitching in my mouth as I did.

  “Fuck baby girl, yes.” He moaned as his own high washed over him. I let him ride out before I let go with a pop, smirking as I licked my lips.

  “I have to say Peter, I don’t mind being your enemy.”

  “Yay, I don’t mind it so much either.”

ate-wapakels69-deactivated20170  asked:

Why hello thar, I see that you are new round here! Sooo, how would the skelebros (UT and US if you please!) react to their s/o who owns a Little Inferno Entertainment Fireplace? (Meaning: Buy stuff, burn it, and get money!)

I’ve seen some gameplay of little inferno but I’ve never played it myself so you’ll have to excuse any inaccuracies.


- “You can just burn things… and get paid?”
- Share it with him please he has so many odd jobs that he’s too lazy to do.
- He’ll look around Snowdin for things to burn.
- He’s even thrown some of his socks in there for a few Gs.
- He wouldn’t initially tell Papyrus about this but it might come up in conversation.
- “About that…”
- He urges his S/o not to hurt themselves while using the Little Inferno and also not to hurt the spiders that show up.
- He doesn’t want Muffet after them.
- He’s pretty fascinated by the whole concept but makes sure that his S/o doesn’t go overboard and burn something important.


- He’s actually a bit worried about his S/o. They’ve been playing with that thing for a while now.
- He tries not to be pushy but suggests some more… productive ways of making money.
- His S/o will have to reassure him that they’re not going to spend their life just sitting around and burning things.
- Once Papyrus warms up the the Little Inferno, he’ll get the idea of using it as a garbage disposal.
- It’s not the safest idea and he almost causes a house fire.
- He’s not doing that again.
- After that event he’ll always stay close to his S/o when they’re using that dangerous thing.
- He still wants them to get a real job though.
- He’ll often take them for long walks just to keep them away from the thing.
- He’s so worried about his S/o starting a fire or getting hurt now please be careful.

- The boy thinks this is ridiculous.
- You get money for causing little fires?! Not in his house!
- Will inform his S/o of all the dangers of playing with fire.
- All of them
- Also where are all these letters coming from?
- His S/o will have to convince him that it’s safe and that he has nothing to worry about.
- No matter how much you’ve convinced him he’s always going to stay close to you when you use it.
- Like UT!Paps, US!Sans is going to take you out on walks to get you away from the Little Inferno.
- He’d get rid of it but it’s pretty big… and he’s pretty small…
- He just has to relax a bit and let his S/o do their thing.
- He’ll start to trust them more and more with it (but he’s always going to keep a close eye socket on you)


- He’ll just quietly figure out what the thing does while his S/o uses it.
- He’ll ask a few questions about it but he’ll get the gist of how it works after a while.
- His S/o seems to be having fun with the Little Inferno… so is it really that fun?
- “mind if I give it a go?”
- If his S/o lets him use it he won’t understand why it’s fun so to speak, but it could be pretty useful.
- He’ll throw some junk he found in his room in there every now and then.
- Probably almost burns the sleeve of his sweater at least once.
- It’s also pretty likely that he’ll fall asleep next to his S/o while they’re using it because it’s just so warm and US!Paps just got comfortable.

Also I’d like to imagine that all of the boys’ S/os use the money they get from the little Inferno to get their bfs a little gift! 💛

-Mod Justice


Originally posted by rorgers

Request Summary: Derek somehow sees the future, finding out that Peter and the reader have a child and they are happy together and Peter is a different person. When he gets back to the present, he sees them together and is kinda weirded out by his ‘vision’. 

Author’s Note: I like this request a lot, it was fun to play with and make all fluffy and cute! This is written from Derek’s POV. I hope you like what I came up with :) Enjoy!

Warnings: Probably language…should I even tag this anymore? lol


I stumbled into the bathroom, my head feeling like it was about to explode. My vision was starting to turn to blurs of colors and shapes. What the hell was wrong with me?

I caught myself on the bathroom counter, my knuckles turning white from holding up my weight. Looking in the mirror, I was sweat starting to form around my forehead. I hissed as another wave of pain hit, almost making me drop to my knees. One of my hands flew up to the side of my head as my temples pulsed near-violently. 

I looked in the mirror again, worry all over my face. I had no idea what was happening to my body, but something was clearly wrong. Out of nowhere, a bright flash of light went off behind my eyes, making me cry out in pain as I squeezed them shut, my hands moving to the sides of my head. 

And then it was gone.

“What the hell?” I said quietly to myself, looking around the loft. How did I get down here? I stood in the middle of the open area, my headache gone, and no signs of anyone else around. I turned around cautiously, unsure of what was going on. 

That’s when I saw it. Or rather, her. 

There was a little girl, sitting at my coffee table, coloring a picture in a book. My brows knit together in confusion. I didn’t know any kids that young, or even anybody that had kids. I took a tentative step closer, watching her carefully. She had long, dirty blonde hair, little blue eyes focused on her picture. I studied her as she worked, not knowing what to think or do or say. Thankfully, the sound of the loft door opening distracted me.

“Hey,” Malia greeted, giving me a small wave.

“Do you know-” I started to ask, but the little girl cut me off.

“Sissy!” she squealed happily, running over to Malia, who scooped her up. 

“Are you ready to go?” she asked her with a big smile. The toddler nodded excitedly, wrapping her arms around Malia’s neck. God, they looked so much alike. “Are you riding with me, or will you be there later?” she asked, looking over at me. I gave her a confused look and she raised her brows at me. “The party. For Jacey.”

“Oh, uh, I’ll just follow you there,” I told her, my voice a bit awkward. Malia nodded, walking out the door with the little girl in her arms smiling wide. I grabbed my keys and followed.

Whatever the hell was going on, I was going to get to the bottom of it…hopefully.

I followed Malia as we drove the streets of Beacon Hills, finally coming to a neighborhood I wasn’t very familiar with. I pulled in behind her as we turned into the driveway of a nice house, set back a bit from the road. There were a lot of cars here, parents and kids running around the front yard of the house. 

I got out of the car slowly, my eyes constantly scanning for something…off. Malia got out of her vehicle as well, moving to take out the little girl she called Jacey earlier. Wordlessly, I followed them inside, Jacey bouncing in Malia’s arms.

“Mommy!” she squealed happily, making tiny grabby hands at someone out of my line of sight. Finally, my eyes landed on Y/N, taking a vegetable tray out of the fridge, her face lit up in a grin as she set the plate down, then took hold of the little girl.

“Hi, baby!” she greeted, kissing her forehead. “Derek, you made it!” she said once her eyes landed on me. I offered a wary smile, still completely unsure of what was going on. I had to be dreaming, maybe hallucinating, something.

“Hi, Y/N,” I said, tensing up a bit when she walked over to hug me lightly. I patted her shoulder awkwardly, not used to the contact. Just then, Peter walked over, putting his arm around Y/N and kissing the side of her head, then leaning over to do the same to Jacey.

“Derek, glad you’re here! Was Jacey good today?” he asked. I blinked at him a few times before coming up with something.

“Uh, yeah, she was great. Colored pictures, and- stuff,” I told him, shrugging a bit to try and make my explanation seem more authentic. I had no idea that I was watching a four year old, let alone that she existed, until about 20 minutes ago when she appeared in my loft after a freakishly weird headache I had.

“Good,” Y/N laughed. “You know she loves coming over to her cousin Derek’s.” Y/N gave me a playful shake of her head with a grin before setting Jacey down. “I’m going to go check the food outside.” Y/N leaned over and gave Peter a kiss on the cheek, cupping his face as she did so and flashing a silver-banded diamond ring on her finger. Peter playfully smacked her ass as she walked away, earning a glare.

“So, uh,” I started, not really sure what to do or say. “How did this…happen exactly?” 

“Well, Jacey loves Disney, especiallyThe Princess and The Frog movie, so we thought it’d be fun to play into that theme a bit, incorporate some good ole fashioned Louisiana stuff,” Peter told me, smirking proudly as he looked around. “Perfect birthday party for a little girl, huh?” I mean, the place was well-decorated, and the theme was interesting, but that was not at all what I meant.

“Peter, that isn’t what I mean,” I sighed, trying not to get too frustrated in front of all these people. 

“Then what are you talking about?” he chuckled, clearly not getting it. Exhaling loudly, I grumbled a ‘nevermind’ and walked off, trying to organize my thoughts. I walked around the house a bit, ending up outside on a back deck. There were even more people out here, kids running around and playing everywhere, parents sitting and talking. I spotted Y/N over by one of the drink tables, stocking up a bit, and decided maybe she would have some answers for me.

“Having a good time?” she asked sweetly as I walked over, starting to help with what she was doing. I nodded, trying to decide how to bring this up. “Everything alright, Der? You seem…off today.”

“I just-” I paused, trying to find the right words. “Are you alright? I mean, with Peter and everything…you’re safe?”

“What?” she laughed, giving me an odd look. “Of course! What’s going on with you, Derek? Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I just- wanted to make sure. That’s all,” I mumbled, shaking my head. Y/N watched as I walked away, finding my way back inside. Not knowing what else to do, I grabbed a drink and took a seat on the deck, watching the party play out before me. After awhile, I was joined by my uncle as he pulled up a chair, beer in hand.

“Are you okay today, Derek?” he asked after a few seconds of silence. I sighed loudly, not really knowing what to say.

“Yeah, I just- I don’t know,” I said, running a hand over my face and leaning forward on my elbows. I didn’t know how else I was going to get answers unless I played along with all this, acted like I knew what was going on. “You and Y/N, you’re happy…right?”

“Very,” Peter answered, taking a drink and looking over at me. “She turned my life around Derek. I mean, I wouldn’t have any of this- the house, my daughters, this life- without her.” I nodded, listening intently. “You know how I was before, man. Power-hungry, hell-bent on revenge. I was in a terrible place. But Y/N…she made me start seeing things differently. All of a sudden, the only thing that mattered was that she was safe and happy. I realized, finally, that I didn’t need, or want, anything but her.” I watched as Peter’s eyes found Y/N, lighting up at the sight of her just talking with some other moms. “I thought the happiest day of my life was when we ran off and got married, but it was actually the day she told me she was pregnant with Jacey. I was so excited. You remember, right?”

“Yeah,” I lied, going with this story. Things were starting to come together, but it was all so hard to believe. I never would have guessed that Peter, of all people, would turn out to be a family man.

“Y/N gave me the most wonderful gift I could ever ask for. A family. I never thought we would have that again, not after the fire. But just the feeling of being a dad and husband…it’s totally indescribable. I don’t even want to remember what it was like before, Derek.”

“That’s great, Peter, really. I’m happy for you,” I told him, clapping his shoulder as he gave me a genuine smile.

“You know,” he started, eyes finding Y/N again. “We haven’t told anybody yet. But we’re pregnant again. I’m hoping it’s a boy this time. I’m getting a little tired of playing princesses and dress up.” He chuckled a bit as he looked over lovingly. Something in my chest tightened a bit, warmth spreading through me.

“Congratulations, man,” I said, clinking my bottle to his. He thanked me before patting my back and standing up. 

“I’m going to go help my wife with the cake, try and keep the kiddos from attacking.” I nodded as he walked away, watching with wonder as he wrapped an arm around Y/N, giving her a quick kiss before cutting up the cake and plating it. 

I was having such a hard time processing all of this. It still felt as though I was in some kind of alternate universe or something. I mean, how could Peter just completely change himself for a girl? Not that the outcome wasn’t amazing, it was just a little difficult to believe he could become such a great man, a husband, and a father. I shook my head, still feeling overwhelmed.

“Der, you want a piece of cake?” Y/N offered, snapping me from my thoughts. I looked up to see her standing there holding out a plate for me with a smile. I grinned up at her briefly, accepting the offering. 

That’s when it hit.

“Ah!” I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut as a blinding pain ripped through my skull. The cake fell to the ground, splattering pink and green icing everywhere. My temples began to throb again, my hands holding the sides of my head as I doubled over.

“Derek? Derek, what’s wrong?!” Y/N asked, her voice frantic. I was able to crack my eyes open for a moment to see her kneeling next to me, Peter rushing over with a look of worry on his face. Another flash hit, sending me falling forward onto my knees, my uncle and Y/N at my side, trying to figure out what was going on. Everything was becoming fuzzy, sounds seeming far away as my eyes rolled back in my head.

My head snapped up to meet my own eyes in the mirror, my skin pale and face looking tired and drained. My breathing was heavy and labored, almost like I’d just run a marathon. 

“What the hell,” I whispered to myself. I tried to regain my composure, and then I remembered. Peter. 

Rushing out of the bathroom, I stumbled into the open area of the loft, no little girl sitting at my coffee table and coloring this time. My eyes landed on Peter and Y/N instead. She was lounging on the couch as he painted her toenails, dopey grins on both of their faces.

“You aren’t supposed to paint my entire toe, you moron,” Y/N giggled, wiggling her toes.

“Well, maybe if you’d hold still!” Peter looked up at her with a grin, a fondness in his eyes. 

“You keep tickling me!” she defended.

“I do not!” Peter laughed. “If you don’t quit, I’m gonna paint a little face on your foot with this damn nail polish.”

“I’ll kick you, Peter Hale! Don’t think I won’t,” she replied, trying to sound threatening, but only succeeding in making him shake his head and laugh.

“You are adorable,” he whispered, pausing to stare up at her face for a moment. Y/N blushed at the compliment, gentle pushing one of his shoulders in acknowledgement. I finally made a noise, drawing their attention.

“Derek, there you are,” Y/N said, offering a smile. It quickly faded when she took in my appearance, concern crossing her face. “Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“I’m- fine,” I said, shaking my head.

“Are you sure? Derek, maybe you should-”

“I just need to lay down for a bit,” I mumbled, tearing my eyes from them as I turned to head to my room, a billion thoughts racing through my head. Finally getting to my room, I sat on the edge of the bed. Peter and Y/N…

If what I saw was some kind of vision, then that meant that they would actually get married one day, buy a house, have kids. Y/N would become my aunt, technically. Weird.

Of course, I couldn’t tell them, right? They’d think I was crazy or something. No way they would believe me. With a final shake of my head, I laid back on the bed, still trying to process what I had seen and experienced, and what exactly that would mean for the future.

No Control

Originally posted by minyonngi

“The problem is,” he said as he leans in, “If I kiss you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

Summary: Moving across the country.. can’t be too bad right? WRONG! After losing your parents in a horrible incident you had no choice but to move with your uncle in Korea. You knew no one besides your uncle and didn’t know you way around but that all changes when your uncle hires that one boy… the boy with the bad attitude….

Previous Parts:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Part 12 is here~ 

Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21



Yoongi’s Point of View

Us getting lost was not suppose to happen. Us arguing wasn’t suppose to happen but it happened. And maybe it was a way to bring us closer..

I looked at Y/N as she had her eyes closed and was floating into the river.

Just looking at her made me want to confess to her even more..

But her uncle won’t approve… And I could get fired…

I took a deep breath and began to think to myself.


She stops floating and looks at me.


“I need to tell you something…”

She continues to stare at me smiles.

“Sure, what is it.”

Time for the moment of truth…

I was actually going to take this risk..


Your Point of View 

I continued to stare at Yoongi as he licks his lips and looks down avoiding any eye contact with you. He took a deep breath and looked up at you.


His mouth opened and just as you were expecting words to come out he closes his mouth again and stays quiet.

“Are you going to tell me?” you asked him and he shakes his head.

“Nevermind.. we should head to the boys..”

It seemed like Yoongi did want to tell you something… but there was something stopping him.. And you weren’t going to let this go.



“Not until you tell me what you were going to say,” you said crossing your arms.

Yoongi just takes one looks at you and tries to swim away. If he thinks he was going to get away with not telling you a word, he was wrong. You swam after him until you two reached a surface and you two were now walking away from the river. 


He ignores you and continues to walk.


Again no response. Ugh guess he wants to do this the hard way. 

You ran up to him and you grabbed his arm making him face you.

“What are you doing?”

You saw tree behind him, so you pushed him back and you had him against the tree with your hands on his chest holding him back from leaving.

“You have to tell me what you were going to say?”

“It’s nothing,”

“If it’s nothing then why aren’t you telling me?”

Yoongi stays quiet and continues to just stare at you. Another thing you hated the most is when people kept secrets from you. You hated not knowing what’s going on someone’s mind most of the time. 

“Can’t we just let this go?” Yoongi asks looking at you.

“No, now tell me.”

“I can’t tell you.”

“What’s stopping you?” You asked and Yoongi sighed. He seemed to be frustrated but you didn’t care. You were going to find out sooner or later. Plus if he didn’t tell you now, you would probably keep bringing it up until he does so it would be best if he got it out the way.


“Okay I like you!” Yoongi says and your eyes widen.

Wait did you hear that correctly?

“Come again?”

“I like you! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

You were actually surprised hearing those words… What happened to your right I don’t like you… or the Yoongi who called you irritating and annoying? 

“What was stopping you from saying that?” You asked Yoongi and he rushed his fingers through his hair.

“I shouldn’t be liking you…”

“Why not?”

“Is it important?” Yoongi asks and you gave him a glare. 

“Well duh, it involves me dummy.”

“One rule… from your uncle was not to catch any feelings for you..”

You were going to yell at Yoongi and hit his shoulder and ask him why the hell would he listen to your uncle but that’s when it hits you… Your uncle was his boss and was paying Yoongi to show you around…


You said as you pulled away from his chest and he looks at you.

“I know I shouldn’t be asking this… but do you maybe like me too?”

You felt your heart racing. Was this really happening? Of course you liked Yoongi… Even though he had his asshole moments… you couldn’t help but to catch some type of feeling towards him..


You smiled and you walked away knowing he was probably curious now.

“What do you mean maybe?” you hear Yoongi ask behind you and all you could do was giggle and continue to walk.


“Oh my god they’re alive!” Hoseok screams out in excitement as you two walked back to where the tents were and you couldn’t help but to giggle.

“Where were you guys?” Namjoon asks looking at you confused and you looked at Yoongi waiting for him to explain what happened but instead he just shrugged and walked off to the tent.

Guess it was your turn to explain to the boys. 

“Let’s just say we got lost…”

“Where did you guys sleep?” Jungkook asks you and you smiled.

“Oh… you know…. on the ground.”

All of there eyes widen and you just smiled. Well that’s what happened…

“Why do you look all wet?” Taehyung asks concerned and that’s when you remember… You were wet.. from the river of course.

“Oh yeah, well on the way of trying to find our way back I fell into a river and pushed Yoongi with me.”

“That’s how we found our way back,” You hear Yoongi say behind you and you watched him come out of the tent with fresh new clothes and a towel around him. 


Yoongi throws the towel at you and just as you tried to catch the damn towel… it hits your face… Smooth..


“You should go change before you get a cold.” Yoongi says looking at the boys instead of you


You gave one last smile to the boys and then walked your way to the tent to change.


You were all dressed up and warm but by the time you came out of the tent you see Yoongi and Jimin talking to each other.

There was no smile or nothing… Seemed like they were having a real serious conversation..

Should you interrupt?

Or should you listen? 

You were going to walk away from the conversation, but it felt like your feet were glued to the ground and was making you stay. What did you have to lose right?

“Hey Y/N!” Taehyung says loudly as he puts his arm around your shoulder and you noticed Yoongi and Jimin stop their conversation and looked at you.

Did Taehyung really have to ruin the moment?

“Oh hey…” you said awkwardly glanced at Taehynug.

You were just caught red handed… 

“Can you believe today’s our last night sleeping in the tents and spending time with each other?”

“Today’s our last day?” You asked Taehyung surprised.

“Yeah, we usually don’t stay long here in the woods because of work but it’s nice to come here once in awhile.”

“What do you guys usually do on the last night?”

“You’ll see!” He says smiling and he runs away from you with his arms up in the air with laugh.

Wow… that boy can be somethings sometimes. 

“Noisy I see,”

You glanced behind you and you could see Yoongi staring over your shoulder.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, by the looks of it, you seemed to be ear dropping my conversation with Jimin.”

You turned around and crossed your arms.

“Actually no, I just came out so don’t worry I didn’t hear any of your little secrets with Jimin.” you said rolling your eyes and your could hear Yoongi chuckle.

“Good, wouldn’t want that to happen,” he says walking off and you looked at him.

So he admit they were talking about secrets.


“Bye,” he says smirking as he continued to walk away… This boy plays to much games. 


As the sun left the beautiful light sky, the dark slowly began to get darker and darker and then the fire was lit up and set for the night.

You glanced at a box near by you and you slowly walked your way to the mystery box.

Just as you were about to open the box,

“What are you doing?”

You turned around completely scared putting a hand over your chest and you found Jimin standing there smiling with his hands on his back.

“Oh my god, you scared me…”

“Busted,” Jimin says smirking and you giggled.

“I’m innocent I swear,”

“Are you?”

“Yes jerk,” You giggled and he looks around and then back at you. You both began to look at each other and then you both smiled.

Should you ask about his conversation with Yoongi? Or should you bring it up without seeing so noisy…

“So… Yoongi and you have secrets now I see,”

You said as you faced Jimin and gave all your attention to him.

“You know, just guy stuff.”

“Yeah I’m sure I wouldn’t understand.” 

You slowly glanced Jimin and you could tell he was tempted to tell you. You just had to find the write words to trick Jimin to telling you… 

But maybe it had nothing to do with you…

Maybe you’re just so paranoid… 



After helping Hoseok kill a bug that was in his tent with jimin, All you gathered around the fire and the mini celebrated started.

The boys brought unexpected bottles to drink and even had speakers to have music playing and it was like a mini party for the eight of you.

“You know what we should play!” Taehyung says and everyone turned and looked at him.


“We should play truth or dare,”

“Truth and dare while drinking? Worse idea.” Namjoon says as he brings his cup closer to his lips.

“Why not?” 

“Yeah come on,” Hoseok says supporting Taehyung side and you even began to to defend Taehyung too.

It was the last night, a little truth and dare won’t hurt.

“Alright, but I smell trouble.” Namjoon hinted but after that he stayed quiet and the game begun.


Drink after drink, question after question things were starting to get personal and intense.

Everyone was already in their buzzing feelings after drinking shot after shot.

“Y/N Truth or Dare?” Jungkook asks you and you looked at him. 

“Mmmm Dare…”

“I dare you to kiss Jimin,”

You glanced at Jimin who was staring at you and you slowly got up and slowly walked your way to Jimin. 

To be honest you were so busy feeling buzzed out you totally forgot about Yoongi being the same area as you…

As you approached Jimin, his cheeks were flushed and he just continued to stare at you surprised that you didn’t bother to even deny Jungkook’s request.

You cupped Jimin cheek and with the liquor courage you pulled Jimin into a kiss and your lips finally touched 

You two moved you lips in sync. That kiss; hard, but soft; fiery but cool; it was different compared to Yoongi..

You two pulled away and you began to hear the boys holler in the back. You looked over at Yoongi and before you could react or anything, you immediately see him get up from his spot and storm off…

You looked at the boys and without thinking twice, you went off to chance after Yoongi.


To Be Continued 

Waking Up Next to Kim Namjoon

Fourth in the ‘Waking up Next to’ drabble series.

     Jin  |  Yoongi  |  Hoseok  |  Namjoon  |  Jimin  |  Taehyung  |  Jungkook

Genre:  Fluff, mild smut

Pairing:  Namjoon X Reader

Summary:  What it’s like to wake up next to Bangtan’s Leader in the morning.

Originally posted by yoonkooks

When you first started dating the talented rapper - Kim Namjoon - you didn’t realize how he would change your world upside down with just one look.  You didn’t see eye to eye at first, but through music and a mutual love of knowledge you two found common ground and it wasn’t long before Namjoon was able to convince you to give him a chance at dating.  Dating didn’t really last long between the two of you, the coming together of two separate entities that saw the world in reflections of one another had you moving rather quickly.

Your relationship progressed quickly yet steadily at the same time.  For some couples it may seem as though you two were moving really fast, but to others you were moving just right.  For the both of you, you knew what you wanted and it took little verbal communication for you both to know exactly what it was that the other wanted.  When the time came to take the next step of moving into your own apartment together you split the costs and the workload as evenly as possible.  You elected to do all the cooking - after witnessing Namjoon attempt to dress up his ramen one day when you were at the dorm.  In compensation Namjoon volunteered to do the grocery shopping and laundry so long as you took on the actual cleaning of the apartment.

When it came to the bedroom it started out innocent enough, but it wasn’t long before you both were comfortable in each other’s presence and that was when things began to change subtly - at first - then swiftly.  You’d slept together before you’d started living together so that wasn’t much different; what changed was, the mornings.  By the time you two passed your first month together you found yourself waking to soft touches and caresses along your thighs and gentle brushes against your breasts.

Moans were quick to follow the touches, until the point that you were already reaching pure bliss by the time that your brain registered what he was doing.  His tongue and fingers were like magic, he could write and rap some of the most intricate songs that you’d ever heard and he played you like you were his favorite microphone.  You’d watched him spit fire into the mic a number of times throughout your relationship and nothing got you quite like the way he would rapidly start rapping at the drop of a hat with little provocation.

His fire he brought to the bedroom and you found yourself falling asleep exhausted, but thoroughly sated only to be woken with the same fire burning between your thighs in the morning.  You never complained in fact you gave as much as you received, but there were days where Namjoon wanted nothing more than to spoil you endlessly.

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Abandoned Lost girl

Request: Can u do an imagine where you’re Snow And Charming’s youngest daughter and Emma’s little sister. You went to Neverland with them but you captured by Lost Boys. You’re so quiet and vengeful so you don’t talk to anyone but Henry. Then at campfire, you heard Pan’s flute and he realizes that. Rest is up to you^^ Hope you write that


“Dont worry Y/N, my mom’s are gonna get us out of here” Henry reassured me, but that didn’t work. I sat there beside him, knawing the insides of my mouth as I watched the lost boys fool around the bonfire.

How could I stupidly get caught by these boys?! My mind ached. Just like my sister, Emma, I was the daughter of true love… so why don’t I have the same power as her? Why can’t I be anything more than the Savior’s younger sister who can’t even save her nephew from Pan?!

When we arrived to Neverland, I separated from the group and finally found their camp. Henry was happy to see me, but I was caught immediately.

“You really believe in my sister, don’t you Henry?” He beamed “Of course! Mom’s the Savior after all!” Henry looked up at the sky “Plus, my grandparents and my other mom are with her… I’m sure that they’ll save us”

My parents. Geez, when they found out that Emma was alive, they completely forgot about me… I wonder what would it be like I we never found Emma?

Pan, who was seated at the other side of the fire, listened in to their conversation. “What are you thinking about?” Felix sat down beside him.

Pan pulled out his flute and smirked “I have a theory about our little lost girl here” Felix raised a brow in amusement “Really? Do test it out then” “Gladly”

Pan started playing his flute, the boys danced around the fire. I couldn’t help but close my eyes as I let the music drown me.

“Beautiful” I mumbled. Henry titled his head “What is?” I wanted to move my body to the flow, “The music” “What music??”

I looked at him as saw that he had his brow raised, “You can’t hear the flute?” He shook his head “Aunt Y/N, are you okay?” I frowned, why couldn’t Henry hear it?

Before I knew it, Pan was at our side, “Y/N, May I speak with you?” I looked at him and nodded “I’ll be right back Henry” I left before he could reply.

“What do you want Pan?” He leaned on a tree “Did you know that once upon a time, I was called the Pied Piper? He lured in children with the use of his flute”

I continued to listen, “But only special children could hear its tune… children who feel unloved or unneeded”

I bit my lip. I heard the flute. “And I know that you, my dear Y/N, could hear the tune.” I glared at him “So what?”

He gave me a sad smile “You don’t really want to go back, you don’t want to see your sister or your parents. You’ve been so alone Y/N, abandoned by those you thought that loved you.

You must have realized that they would never love you as much as they love your sister. You’re always being compared to, you’re sick of it aren’t you?

From what my spies told me, you had plenty of chances to escape, and yet you’re still here. Is there a reason why?”

I held back my tears. Every single thing he said was true. “I.. I don’t want to go back” he pulled me into a hug, his soothing words hypnotized me, “Do you wish to stay here where they would never find you? Here, with me as a lost girl”

I clung to his shirt, “Can I? You won’t leave me?” Pan kissed the top of my head, “I would never leave you. You can cry as much as you want to”

Following his words, I let everything out, my knees folding under me as Pan caught me in his arms. “Dont worry, you don’t have to see them as long as you don’t want to”

Pan smirked as he had gained another piece in his chess board.

Le Reve
     Maybe things would have been different if you knew that the glitter is simply a distraction, that the lights hide the darkness, and that the pretty face a facade…

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