#I was Peter Pan in kindergarten

[corroded-hellfire]

Pixie Dust and Dates - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Trying to get over your crush on your boss Eddie, you’re going on a date after you finish babysitting tonight. So, why do things seem to get tense between the two of you when he finds out?

Note: Needed a little jealous Eddie in my life. This takes place before part one so I guess it’s a bit of prequel. I hope you enjoy! 🩵

Warnings: older!eddie, babysitter!reader

Words: 2.8k

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“Luke, are you not going to let me leave?”

The little boy hangs onto your waist, his little feet on each of yours. A devious giggle leaves his lips as he buries his face into your stomach. 

“Never!” the little boy cries. “You’re my prisoner!”

“Oh no!” you feign gasp. “Whatever shall I do?”

Ryan jumps up on the couch and does his best superhero pose with his hands on his hips. “I’ll save you!”

“No, she’s stuck with me forever!” Luke says, tightening his hold on you. It’s sweet, but he’s also getting pretty heavy on your feet. 

“She’s got school, ya know,” Ryan says as he jumps down from the couch. 

“She can come to school with me,” Luke reasons.

Ryan rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Can you believe this guy? you can practically hear him say.

“She’s in college, Luke. She could teach your kindergarten class.”

“All right, you two, that’s enough squabbling.”

“But do you have school?” Luke asks, looking up at you. 

“It’s Friday,” you say, poking the tip of his nose with your pinky. “It’s just like you, I don’t have to go until Monday. But I do have plans for tonight and tomorrow. So you can’t hold me prisoner forever!”

“Whatcha doin’ tonight?” Luke asks, grip loosening on you only slightly. 

“Well,” you say as you feel your face getting warm. There’s no harm in telling them the truth, right? It’s nothing bad and you don’t want to lie to them. So, why is there a sinking feeling in your stomach about the Munson’s knowing you’re going on a date? Just because you’re head over heels for your boss doesn’t mean you’re cheating on him by going on a date. But that’s what it feels like for some reason. All of your emotions are so consumed by one man who is married and has beautiful children and now it’s so bad you feel guilty over going on a date with a guy from your history class. The boys are still looking at you expectantly as your mind wanders off. “Oh, um, I’ve got a date.”

“A date?” Ryan asks with the most adorable grin. 

“Yes, a date,” you reply, face getting hotter by the second. 

“Oooooh!” Luke coos, smirking up at you and looking identical to his father. His wonderful, beautiful father. “Where ya going?”

“Dinner and a movie.”

“What’s his name?” Ryan asks.

“Peter.”

Luke gasps and gives your aching feet some relief as he jumps off of you. “Like Peter Pan?”

“Or Peter Parker,” you say.

“Who?” Luke asks, scrunching up his nose. 

“Spider-Man!” Ryan informs his little brother.

Luke shrugs, not caring about the web-slinging superhero. “Peter Pan is better.” 

Ryan gasps and begins to excitedly jump up and down in front of you. “Ooh! Ooh! Can we play Peter Pan?”

“How do we play that?” you ask.

“I mean like, play pretend,” Ryan explains. “I can be John, Luke is Michael, and you’re Wendy!”

“Who’s Peter then?” Luke asks with a huff, obviously wanting to be the main character.

“Daddy,” Ryan says, turning to him. “When he gets home and comes in the door it’ll be like when Peter comes in the window!”

Luke crosses his arms over his tiny chest, not sold on the idea. “Who’s Mom? Tinker Bell? They got the same hair color.”

“Mom is Captain Hook.” Ryan answers so quickly and with such conviction that it’s a struggle for you to hold in a bark of laughter. The kid is right, their mom is definitely the one most suited to play a villain. “She’s Hook because when she comes home, she’ll make us stop playing the game. The bad guy!” The words break your heart. You’re not sure which is worse: the fact that the words are true or the fact that Ryan has learned how cold and uncaring his mother is at such a young age. 

The younger Munson brother looks more convinced of the game now, his arms dropping to his sides and his shoulders relaxing. 

“Where’s Tinker Bell? And Nana?” Luke asks, apparently looking for plot holes in his big brother’s imaginary scenario.

“Well,” you say, “Tinker Bell is a pixie. So she’s so tiny that it’s hard to see her. She could be anywhere!”

Mollified by that answer, Luke nods his head. “And Nana?”

“Nana didn’t go to Wonderland,” you say.

“Neverland!” Ryan corrects, his face full of offense at the fact that you would mix those two up. 

“Right, right, Neverland, sorry. Second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning!” 

Ryan looks around the room and gasps, pointing to a spot about three feet above your head. “There’s Tinker Bell! We need some pixie dust so we can fly!”

You stand on your tippy toes, game to play along, and reach your arm up as far as it can go. Concentrating, as if you’re almost reaching something, you close your fist over the empty air and stand back down on flat feet.

“I got her!” you say. “Come here and I’ll sprinkle the dust on you!”

Luke hops over and stands underneath your cupped hands. You pretend to sprinkle some pixie magic on him before doing the same to Ryan. The older boy holds his arms out to the sides like an airplane and runs around to the other side of the couch.

“We can fly!” he shouts. “Come on, Michael, Wendy!”

“We’re coming,” you tell him, ushering Luke to go in front of you. The three of you run around the house with your arms out, pretending to be soaring through the sky on your way to the mystical home of Peter Pan. 

Ryan stops for a moment and purses his lips. He looks deep in thought before he bolts down the hallway and into his room. There’s a handful of action figures in his arms when he re-emerges. It’s an assorted bunch containing The Hulk, a Ghostbuster, a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, and a GI Joe. You’re even more curious as to what he’s doing when he walks into the bathroom with them.

“Uh, Ryan?” you ask, heading down the hall towards him.

“It’s John,” he reminds you. 

“Right, John. What are you doing, John?”

Ryan sets his action fingers up so they’re sitting on the rim of the bathtub.

“It’s Mermaid Lagoon!” he announces proudly. 

“They’re boys,” Luke says.

“Mermen are a thing,” you say, ruffling his curls. 

“Okay, where’s Skull Rock?” Luke asks. Ryan thinks for a moment before darting out of the bathroom and down the hall again. Luke chases after him but you take your time with a leisurely walk. 

“It’s here! But it shrunk!” Ryan pretends to be baffled as he picks up a chunky silver skull ring of Eddie’s. It was sitting in a bowl that was on the table near the front door. Your only guess is that on days where his hands weren’t covered in dirt and grime, he had the rings in the perfect position to slip them on when he walked through the door. 

“Maybe Tinker Bell shrunk it with her magic! Revenge for when Hook tried to kill Peter!” Luke adds. 

If your logic is right—which you know it isn’t in this case of make believe—Ryan and Luke are talking in terms of the events of the Peter Pan movie already happening. Which means Hook would’ve been eaten (or maybe just chased) by the crocodile. The mental image of a cartoon crocodile chasing Brittany down the street is enough to make you giggle out loud. 

“Wha’s so funny?” Luke asks, turning to you. 

“Hmm?” you ask as you shake the fantasy from your head. “Oh. Just, um… Well, look!” you point up at the ceiling and drag your finger around as if you’re following something that’s moving. “It’s Peter’s shadow! It looks like he lost it again!”

“We have to get it for him!” Luke says.

“How do we do that?” Ryan asks, putting the ring back in the bowl. 

“I think only Peter can catch it,” you say with a sigh. 

“But you can sew it back on him again, right Wendy?” Ryan slash John asks. 

“I will certainly do my best,” you tell him. 

The front door opens and Luke races over. Eddie is prepared for the ambush and hoists his youngest son up over his shoulder. 

“Hey, munchkin,” Eddie says.

“Hi, Peter.”

A confused frown grows on Eddie’s face, and he maneuvers the little boy so he’s holding him out in front of him and can look him in the eye. Luke giggles as he dangles from his father’s grip.

“Whatcha call me?” Eddie asks.

“Peter! You’re Peter Pan!”

Eddie cocks an eyebrow and looks over at you. “Is this some joke about me never growing up?”

You giggle and shake your head. “No, we’re playing pretend. You were unanimously elected to be Peter.”

“Uh huh,” Eddie muses and settles Luke on his hip, even though he really is too old to be held like that. “So, who are you, little dude? The dog?”

Luke huffs and rolls his eyes overdramatically. The apple clearly did not fall far from the tree. “I’m Michael.”

“And we’re John and Wendy!” Ryan tells him, proudly taking your hand in his. 

“Well, why aren’t you flying then?” Eddie asks. Before either boy can ask him what he means, he lifts Luke over his head as the five-year-old giggles and holds his hands out in front of him. Eddie brings him over to the couch where he plops the boy down on the couch. Luke instantly scrambles up and tries to jump on his dad’s back. Eddie lets him and holds his son’s small legs as he wraps them around his waist. 

“How ya doing, Wendy?” Eddie asks as he walks past you into the kitchen. “These lost boys aren’t driving you too crazy, huh?”

“Never,” you say, trying desperately not to ogle your boss. You clear your throat and rest your hands on Ryan’s shoulders, jostling him gently. “They make my days fun. How was work?”

“Eh, loud and greasy,” Eddie replies, pulling a beer out of the fridge. “Glad to be home.”

The smile he gives you has your knees feeling weak. Mentally, you berate yourself. This is exactly why you’re going on a date tonight. Peter is a nice enough guy but doesn’t really do anything for you. But when he asked if you’d like to get dinner as the two of you were leaving your shared history class, you agreed. The way you feel about Eddie quickly evolved from just thinking he was attractive as soon as you got to know him. His kindness, humor, gentleness, and wit quickly had you falling down the slippery slope of feelings. Hopefully, Peter could catch you with his own charm before you fell even further down the rabbit hole for Eddie. 

“You gotta catch your shadow!” Luke’s words break you out of your small daze. The little boy is bouncing in his dad’s grip, gesturing towards the tall shadow on the kitchen floor. “Wendy has to sew it back on for you! Then you kiss!”

Both you and Eddie blanch at the five-year-old’s statement. 

“Huh?” Eddie manages.

“After Wendy sews Peter’s shadow back on, she tries to kiss him!” Luke clarifies.

Dear God, I wish, you think. 

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head, avoiding your eyes. He opens his mouth and you’re almost afraid of what he’s going to say. Luke beats him to the punch though, annoyed that the game has stalled.

“Daddy! Shadow!”

“Hurry, before she has to go!” Ryan adds. 

“Yeah! She’ll be late! Late, for a very important date!” Luke laughs against his dad’s neck, finding it hilarious that he was able to quote another Disney movie.

“Date?” Eddie lets the refrigerator door slip from his grip, and it slowly slides closed. You think you’re imagining his hand tightening around his beer bottle but can’t help but hope that your boss doesn’t like the idea of you going out with someone.

“Uh, yeah,” you say, suddenly feeling nervous. That is ridiculous, you tell yourself. Eddie has never made you feel nervous–okay, that’s a lie. But a good, giddy kind of nervous.

“A boy from school?” Eddie asks, bringing his beer up to his lips to take a sip. 

“Yep. From my history class.” 

“He’s taking her to dinner and a movie,” Luke informs his father. Eddie’s head turns over his shoulder to look at his son, as if he’d just remembered he was there. 

“Oh. T-That’s nice.” Eddie’s words have an edge to them, despite how casual he tries to make them sound. Luke releases his grip from his dad’s neck as Eddie crouches down to let the little boy down. He scampers out of the room, officially bored now, and Ryan looks between you and Eddie once before following behind his little brother. 

“You, um,” Eddie says as he leans against the counter behind him, setting the bottle down. “You have to get going now? Get ready?”

Truthfully, you do. But leaving Eddie is always easier said than done. 

“I guess I should,” you say with a shrug. As you move to leave the kitchen, Eddie steps forward and extends his arm as if he’s going to grab your arm but thinks better of it. Awkwardly, he shoves his hands in the pockets of his coveralls and clears his throat when you turn back to him.

“If, uh, you need anything…like, if he’s an asshole and you want to bail or um, anything else,” Eddie says, looking at you from underneath his impossibly long eyelashes, “just give me a call. I’ll come get you. Whenever and wherever.”

The offer has your heart swimming in your chest. Even if he doesn’t have feelings for you, Eddie definitely does care. Being so kind and thoughtful are two of the reasons you were already so crazy about the man, so this offer is doing nothing to dampen your feelings. It’s so touching though, that it gives you goosebumps. 

“Thank you,” you say, giving him a small smile. “I really appreciate that.”

“Of course,” Eddie says before he clears his throat again. “As long as you’re safe.”

Unable to come up with anything else to say, you nod your head. A goodbye with Eddie has never felt this way before. Uncomfortable, yet you don’t want to escape it. How could you ever want to escape Eddie? You blame your own awkwardness and mentally scold yourself for projecting how you want Eddie to feel onto him. 

“I’ll, uh, see you on Monday?” you finally ask.

“Yeah. Sounds good.” Eddie’s smile doesn’t meet his eyes, but neither does yours as you turn to walk out of the kitchen.

“Your homework better be done,” Brittany says as she thunks down a bowl full of microwaved macaroni and cheese. Eddie moves around her in the kitchen, his jaw squared and tense as he pulls the pork chops from the oven. Brittany and both boys keep glancing at him every time he slams something around on the counter. 

“It is,” Ryan says of his homework as he takes his place at the dinner table. 

“Luke?” Brittany basically snaps.

“Did it when I got home,” Luke says, reaching for the cheesy side dish. “Before we played Peter Pan.”

“Who did–oh, the babysitter?”

Luke frowns, not liking his mother’s tone or how she doesn’t refer to you by your name. Neither does Eddie, judging by the way he practically tosses the pork chops onto a platter.

“Yeah,” Luke answers his mother. “We played Peter Pan and then she had to go ‘cause she had a date.”

Eddie yanks his chair out from the table, the legs squealing against the floor at the ferocity with which he pulled it, so he can take a seat. He doles out a piece of pork to everyone’s plate, his knuckles white from holding the fork so tightly. Brittany just arches a recently-shaped eyebrow at her husband before returning to the conversation. 

“A date, huh? Wow.” Her snark is clear, and Eddie has to bite his lip from barking out something he’ll regret.

“What’s wow?” Ryan asks as he jabs his fork into the mac and cheese on his plate.

“Oh, nothing,” Brittany says with a shake of her head. “Nothing at all.”

The table is quiet for a few minutes, the only sounds coming from knives and forks working on the food. Ryan keeps sneaking peeks at his dad, wondering why he’s so unusually quiet. Normally, Eddie would be asking about their days at school and telling them about anything funny that happened at work today. His silence is making Ryan fidget in his seat. Brittany is the one to break the silence, though the three men silently wished she wasn’t.

“My sister is going to come over tomorrow. Eddie, did you hear me? Eddie?” Brittany glares daggers at her husband when he doesn’t answer, or even acknowledge her. But Eddie isn’t looking her way. Of course, this only irritates Brittany further.

“Eddie! Why in the hell are you staring at the phone like that?”

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[sundropstories]

I Remember You

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Y/n remembers everything.

a/n: I hope you guys like this I had been working on it for a while but I really have no idea how I wanted to end it. But I hope the choice I made leaves it open for interpretation. Thank you for reading <3

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I take my seat as I wait for the barista to let me know my coffee is ready. I come to this cafe every Friday morning.

I bring a book, and sit at the same table and wait...

There's this boy, his name is Peter Parker. About a month ago the news said that he was The Spider-Man. It was insane and everyone lost it. They were saying  he was a murderer because supposedly he killed Mysterio.

I don't believe it though. I know Peter Parker, okay maybe not like.. super personally. But, we've been going to school together since we were in elementary school. I can believe he is Spider-Man though I've had a few interactions with him and the personality I see. But, he's no killer.

Anyways...a weeks after his identity was released there were like these weird villains showing up. Then this huge thing was happening in the sky. It looked like it was almost...breaking in a way. I don't know maybe I just sound crazy..

Then, later that night, everyone just stopped talking about him. Literally..it was almost as if...he never existed. So I thought I was going insane, thinking I made it all up.

Till one day when I came here, Peter Pan Donut Shop.

I actually saw him come in, and he ordered a coffee. MJ and Ned acted like they had no idea who he was. When I am pretty sure him and Ned have been friends since..well forever. I'm also pretty sure him and MJ were like dating not that long ago, but I just assumed they had a bad breakup.

Until he LITERALLY introduced himself to her!! What?! I know! I was thinking the same thing. That's why I spent the last few weeks coming here.

Today I plan to make a move. Not like romantically. I just need to talk to him. I need to know I'm not crazy.

Okay yeah I definitely sound crazy.

—

"Y/n, Hot Chai, 2 shots espresso with whip!" I hear MJ yell my order. "Hey, Thank you." I say to her as I grab my drink and slip some cash into her tip jar.

"Of course!" We chat for a bit till I see him entre the cafe. MJ is actually really nice, if I'm being honest in high school I thought she was kinda intimidating.

—

I decided to gather my things and move to the bench outside. It's a nice day for this time of year so I don't wanna spend all day in there.

Almost immediately i hear the door ding as it swings open. I stand to see the brunette pass me. Immediately I try to flag him down.

"Excuse me, Peter." I say gathering my things to catch up with him. He almost immediately stops in his tracks at the sound of his name.

He turns and comes towards me so fast I barely have even left the bench.

"You know.." He whispered.

"That you're spi-" I'm cut off by him slapping his hand over my mouth. "No no no shhh.." using the other hand to hold a finger in front of his mouth.

" okay, okay.." I slowly move his hand off of me. "But, please can we talk."

He quirks an eyebrow giving me a questioning look. "Who are you?" He says it's less of a question though and more like he's demanding to know. Hurts my feelings a little though we did go to school together since kindergarten. "Y/n we've gone to school together...like our whole lives.."

He looks me over. "Okay, but not here."

—

We arrived at what I believe is his apartment. It's small but nice. Comfortable for someone living alone, and he barely has any furniture so I can tell he just moved in.

"Why don't you exist?" I ask. "Wow, straight to the point." He says moving through the kitchen. "Water?"

"No thank you, could you answer my question please." I smile. He lets out a breath, running his hand over his face.

"I did it to save everyone. The multi-verse was... Breaking? The only way I could fix it was to make everyone forget Peter Parker."

"Why do I remember? It was like one second. Your identity being exposed was all anyone could talk about, but then everything stopped. Within seconds." I take a breath. "Also what the hell is the multiverse?!"

" I don't know. And basically what it sounds like."

"I felt like I was crazy." I let out a small laugh. "You're not." He laughs with me.

—

We ended up spending the rest the night just hanging out. We played boardgames, got pizza, and ended the night watching movies.

"You know it's nice to finally talk to someone who...knows who I am." He turns to face me.

I turned a look at him, making eye contact and then looking away. "Is it true?"

"hmm"

"Did you.." I make air quotes. " 'Kill' Mysterio?"

He sucks in a breath. "Yes, but he wasn't good."

"I didn't think so." I look at him offering a supportive smile.

"He tricked me. I thought he was someone I could trust."

"How do you know you can trust me?" I shift in my seat to be fully facing him. "I have a..well my Aunt called it a 'tingle' about you. It's a good one though."

"Ew." I make scrunch my face in fake disgust. "No no not like that." He says slight panick in his voice. When we make eye contact we immediately burst out laughing.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker oneshot #spiderman #peter parker x y/n #marvel #marvel x reader

[miss-bvnny]

THESE ARE THE THINGS WE LOST BOYS DO!!

This is so......''Me-coded'' more specifically kindergarten me-coded, that I don't think anyone else is gonna get the enjoyment out of it that I do. But...im REALLY happy with it so <3

IDK i'm the crossover artist!!! Could this be a sequel to the one of Frollo and LeFou from a few months back? Sure why not let's call it an ongoing sleeper series

I'm sure them going for a race feels like the most predicable thing ever, but in fairness...what, am I NOT gonna draw Peter Pan flying!?

BG is from TLK 1.

#Disney #NeatO draws #NeatO fanart #Peter Pan #The Lion King #Kovu

[the-rockstar-lestat]

I had a dream last night. Day. (I still say night for sleep time. Never broke the habit. Most of us still do. )

You might consider it a nightmare. I'm sure to some it would be, but I confess I woke up not screaming, but laughing. And I think you all might be the sort of people who would find it as amusing as I do. Let's find out.

Anyway, I dreamed that it was the present day, the year of our lord 2023, and my dearest, darling Claudia was alive.

The dream logic not only made her alive, but a child again, no more than eight or nine, though still stuck in her five year old body. It hadn't started to bother her yet, then.

Anyway, she was alive, and Louis and I were taking her to the playground, an invention that Claudia, in her childhood, would have loved. She had a lot of energy sometimes. We had risen early and brought her just as the streetlamps were coming on on a warm summer night, and we weren't the only parents there, trying to tire out an active child before bed time.

So Claudia played happily on the swings and slides, as Louis and I sat happily on a bench, watching her out of one eye. But truly, how hurt can a vampire child get, so we stopped paying attention to her and started chatting, and, predictably, we got wrapped up in each other and lost track of our dear girl.

The night dragged on, and the other children began to leave, destined for bedtime and sweet dreams, not knowing Claudia's day was just beginning. So when it was past plausibility , we called out to her to tell her it was time to go.

"Did you have a nice time?" I asked, taking one of her tiny hands in mine.

"Yes, Papa, I made friends." Said Claudia, a touch too angelically.

"That's nice." Said Louis, taking her other hand, and we began to walk out of the playground together. However, we hadn't made it more than a few steps when Louis stopped short.

"Claudia," he said. "Define 'made.""

"I. Made. Friends." She repeated, showing a fanged smile.

"Yes, when you say made, do you mean..." I rejoined, catching on to the terrible implication. Claudia only smiled.

"You'll find out when the sun comes up!"

Anyway that is where the dream ended. I awoke laughing my head off, thinking of the implications of an epidemic of vampire preschoolers. Without Claudias help they wouldn't survive the sunrise, but let's suspend disbelief for a moment, and enjoy the thought of Claudia not being the only vampire child, of having others to play with and teach and lead, others to share the burden. A Peter Pan of the bloodiest of Lost Boys, who'll never, never grow up. A kindergarten coven!

She'd have done it, too, my girl. Just to see what would happen. Like father, like daughter.

#the vampire claudia #claudia iwtv #claudia de lioncourt #claudia de pointe du lac #loustat #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #murder daughter #my eternal companion #one happy family

[krowfics]

But you’re still a kid that grew

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Plot: Passion was small and Passion was orange. So he couldn't be. (or why there's two blue sides)

Words: 3257

Notes: Logan angst, canon universe, all the other sides are technically unsympathetic ig - especially Patton and Remus, sad and unresolved ending. this fic’s ending overlaps with WTIT.

This might be considered a character study? idk i wrote this in a hyper fixated haze

AO3

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He was small and he was orange.

Dressed head to toe, orange tee shirt, orange cargo shorts, orange socks and orange shoes. 

He was learning about cheetahs. They're the fastest animal in the world, they can reach speeds up to 70 miles per hour! He didn't know what that meant but it sounded fast. 

He stared at the TV screen with rapt attention, meanwhile Thomas played with a stuffed fox from Fox and the Hound and a plastic toy of Peter Pan (from Peter Pan.) glancing up at the screen occasionally. Thomas’ mom had decided to put on an educational show instead of Disney Channel, which Thomas hadn’t minded but he had been ecstatic about.

He really, really wanted to know how fast 70 miles per hour is.

So Thomas twisted around to look at his mom, who was reading a book on the couch with her feet tucked underneath her, and he asked.

"Hmm, as fast as a car." She answered.

That's super fast for an animal, he knew Thomas couldn't run that fast, he didn't even think a dog could run that fast.

"Wow, that's super fast." Thomas said.

"Sure is, Bud." His mom replied with a smile.

He learned more, needed to learn more. He had Thomas switch the channel to documentaries in between his Disney shows, had him ask his mom and dad every question under the sun, squinted at books over Thomas' shoulders as they were both figuring out how to read, even though neither really could yet.

Some adults had reading glasses to make them read better, maybe that would make him read better.

It helped, he thinks, he didn't think anything was wrong with his vision before but now he never wanted to take his glasses off.

He was bigger, he was orange, and he wanted to know everything.

Passion. 

Thomas' mom had called Thomas passionate once, maybe he was Passion.

They went to school, and kindergarten was boring. All they did was color! The first grade was better, but there was still far too much coloring of cartoon characters for Passion’s taste. 

Creativity liked it. So Passion tried not to complain. He didn't really talk to the Others much anyway. 

He liked talking to Creativity, both of them, but they each fell off into their own tangents that got so far from where Passion hand started, that he kind of wished he didn’t talk at all.

He had nothing to do with Morality or Fears or even Creativity, really, the good or the bad, he just wanted to learn and he wanted Thomas to learn.

Lies was annoying because he just wanted to get out of work, and Thomas would listen to him sometimes, which wasn't fair. But sometimes Morality would get in Lies’ way and they'd yell a bunch until Thomas gave into Morality, which was better but it was still annoying. When they yelled he wanted to scream.

It was all frustrating. The Creativities’ imagination was nice until it became completely fake, Lies made Thomas say things that were completely fake, Fears would make up stuff to make Thomas upset which was usually completely fake and Morality would repeat the adults dumb rules which seemed to be completely fake!

It was frustrating, fakeness was frustrating, Passion only cared about real things. Weird plants and animals and bugs and rock formations and spaceships and dinosaurs.

He did not care about Disney princes and dragons and talking animals.

Morality told him he needed to share Thomas. But it wasn't fair, none of it was fair, how could it be fair when what everyone else wanted was completely fake?

He hated the fakeness, it was confusing, it was so hard to tell when Thomas was being lied to. He used to think he could fly because he saw it on TV - not the channels that Passion wanted to watch - and he jumped off his bed and bruised his knee super badly. 

Thomas cried for his knee and Passion cried because it wasn't real. It wasn't! They lied to him!

Passion cried more often than not, he yelled more often then he spoke. Thomas wouldn't listen to him, Thomas used to listen to him, didn't he?

Thomas didn't switch the channel to documentaries anymore and he didn't pay attention to his teacher, even when he really tried, he'd always be more focused on sitting still which made it almost impossible for Passion to pay attention, Thomas usually gave up, which made it even harder.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair!

He barely talked to the Others before but now he almost never did. Because now he couldn't stop himself from screaming or crying or getting really angry and breaking something in the imagination which would always make everyone upset with him but they'd never listen anyway!

He hated this. He felt so pathetic. He didn't want to cry all the time, he just wanted to learn. He wanted Thomas to learn.

Thomas got a new teacher when he started second grade, and he was nice.

Mr. Teagan was calm, always. He wore glasses and a tie, which must mean he's smart. He sounded smart, he didn't get mad at Thomas for moving in his seat or fidgeting with his hands, he even encouraged him to fiddle with a squishy rubber toy when Thomas' tapping got too loud for the rest of the class.

He never got frustrated when Thomas asked questions, he'd teach him how to understand the more complex math equations the rest of the class was learning. Passion really liked math and Thomas really liked math.

Thomas wasn't really listening to Passion but he was listening to his teacher. Maybe if Passion was calmer, they would listen to him.

They didn't. They ignored him as always, Bad Creativity called him a crybaby and that set Morality off, which Passion would have appreciated had Morality not also been ignoring him.

"Why'd you even bother to show up?" Good Creativity said as Morality calmed down and Bad Creativity continued to giggle.

"Be nice." Morality said plaintively.

"No, no, I mean, you never come here or talk to us, what do you want?" he didn't sound upset, just confused, but it didn't make the hurt go away because Passion was doing what he wanted already and they weren't listening.

"To talk about imaginary numbers." He said carefully, because imaginary numbers were so cool, even though he didn't really understand anything about them at all, but they sounded cool. They were fake but couldn't be frustrating-fake, because they were still math and math made them real!

"Ugh, Thomas will learn math in school." Good creativity whined.

Passion glanced to Morality, who only nodded, "Thomas is gonna watch Beauty and the Beast, he can't do math right now."

He's watching that again? Could it not be Lion King or Jungle Book, one that made him actually want to learn about animals?

"That's not fair." Passion said.

"He does plenty of math in school." Good Creativity said.

"But I want him to do it now!"

"We can't always get what we want." Morality said.

"Life is fair, you know." Lies said sarcastically from his place on the couch, he was hardly paying attention to the situation.

Morality liked Mr. Teagan, and Passion was being calm like Mr. Teagan, why wasn't it working? What was he doing wrong?

Fears nodded, looking deeply uncomfortable with the tenseness in the room, "You don't have to get upset over math."

"It's not fair." He yelled, and his voice cracked and his vision was blurry even though he was wearing his glasses.

Bad Creativity made a sharp laughing noise, “Crybaby!" he said, pointing, and he was completely right.

"You aren't being very nice." Morality said, and when Passion looked he saw that Morality was not looking at Bad Creativity, he was looking right at Passion.

He knew what that meant, Morality also said that Lies and Bad Creativity weren't very nice and then those 'weren't very nice's turned into 'not nice at all's. And Morality made sure that Thomas almost never listened to Sides who were not nice at all.

What if Thomas never listened to him again?

Passion choked on a sob. He needed to apologize, he needed to, but he couldn't get a word out with Morality staring him down like Thomas' mom or dad did when he got in trouble, Good Creativity stood right behind him, looking smug.

Passion turned around and ran out the room, a nasally laugh came from behind him, Bad Creativity, he assumed.

He hid his room and he cried. It felt like hours, or minutes, or days. He cried until his eyes were sore and his throat was scratchy and his nose was stuffed.

Something was wrong with him.

There had to be a reason no one listened to him, there had to be a reason no one liked him.

He stayed away after that, he couldn't risk it. He needed to stay calm like Mr. Teagan but he couldn't when no one was listening anyway. He’d get too frustrated, too overwhelmed. A bitter part of him thought it’d be better to not feel at all, if the bad emotions were so unavoidable and were making him ruin everything. 

They wouldn't listen to him, no matter what he did, would they? They've already decided he was too passionate to deal with.

He helped Thomas with homework when he needed, Morality made Thomas do his homework because it was Wrong not to, but he didn't really stick around for the process. So when Thomas would get stuck, Passion would show up to help. 

He didn't make Thomas learn outside of school though, he stopped begging for him to change the channel to a documentary when Morality wanted to watch a cartoon, he bit his tongue every single time he played pretend with Good Creativity.

Passion was able to learn still, he didn’t think any of the others could completely stop him if they tried. It was much harder, but he could consume information that Thomas learned subconsciously. It wasn't nearly as good as Thomas learning outright, but it was better than nothing and Passion would take all he could get.

Thomas' third grade teacher was not nearly as patient as Mr. Teagan, which means that Thomas didn't like her which means he had a much harder time paying attention. 

Morality stayed with him a lot, making him pay attention as it was Wrong not to pay attention to adults. He made him do his homework and sat there through his frustration so he'd actually finish as it was wrong not to hand it in finished the next day, he made Thomas do everything he was told, even as Lies hissed and spat in the Mindscape to get his way, Morality didn't even care that he was making Thomas miserable. Maybe he didn’t notice.

He wouldn't listen to what Passion had to say about it though.

Passion was a crybaby, Passion was too emotional, Passion wasn't very nice.

Passion was small and Passion was orange.

So he couldn't be.

They had learned basic color theory long ago. Good Creativity loved it because it made everything pretty and hated it because it was rules and neither creativity ever wanted to put rules on art, other than the obvious Morality given ones. The ones that said it wasn't nice at all to draw Thomas killing his brother, something Good Creativity agreed with and bad creativity did not.

Color theory said that blue was the opposite of orange.

Maybe that's why Morality didn't like him. Morality was blue.

Blue comes in different shades.

One day, as Thomas was doing his homework, he felt a familiar pull. A feeling he would often ignore because Morality seemed to always be there. 

Be calm

He appeared, almost void of color, shirt as black as his glasses, plain blue jeans, black shoes. 

A tie, just like Thomas' second grade teacher always wore, except dark blue.

He was not small and he was not orange.

"Hello?" Thomas said, just behind him was Morality, who was staring.

Both looked stressed, hair messed up from running their hands through it and Thomas's eyes were rimmed red, almost crying from frustration.

Stay calm.

"What seems to be the problem Thomas?"

"Who..?" Thomas asked tiredly, glancing to Morality.

"I'm not sure, kiddo. Are you new?"

The only thing differentiating the sides visually were their clothes and their colors.

Without orange, Morality didn't recognize him.

Good.

"I am Thomas' Logic."

"Oh, goodness!" Morality smiled brightly, when was the last time he smiled at him like that? "It's been so long since we've gotten a new side! I’m Morality, It's nice to meet you."

Stay calm.

"You as well, now what is the issue?"

Thomas gestured to the paper on his desk and Logic learned over his shoulder to see the equation. He thought Thomas liked math?

It was division, a bit on the complicated side but not terribly so. 

"Thomas, do you understand that division is just the opposite of multiplication?"

"Mrs. Drache keeps saying so, but…"

So he didn't understand.

"All that means is you can reverse this." He summoned up a pen and paper and wrote the equation down where Thomas could see.

And the he wrote the same numbers directly under it but swapped the division sign for an equal sign and the original equals sign for multiplication.

"Are you more confident in your times tables, Thomas?" he asked.

Thomas nodded, paused, and then nodded again. He looked tired. "Yeah um, I did them quicker than most of the class last week. I only got 3 wrong."

"Good." Logic said, "what times 7 is 49?"

Thomas stared for a moment, "5 times 7 is 35."

"Yes."

"and 6 times 7 is 42."

"it is."

Thomas pressed his lips together and then wrote 7 down on his homework.

Thomas listened to him. He actually listened to him and he learned.

Stay calm.

"Good job, Thomas."

Thomas beamed and everything was worth it.

Morality made a high pitch noise, startling Logic, he forgot he was there.

But there Morality was, clapping and smiling, smiling at Thomas and Logic.

"I knew you could do it, kiddo!" 

Thomas smiled and returned to his homework, both sides there for help and encouragement.

Morality stopped showing up so much for homework, he let Logic help him pay attention in class, he started letting Thomas get away with things that made him happy. At some point academics were completely left up to Logic.

Morality trusted Logic. Morality liked Logic.

Stay calm.

Logic said nothing as Thomas changed career paths, Morality wanted him to be happy and Creativity wanted him to perform. Logic could handle his amount of attention diminishing, Thomas’ happiness was more important. 

Stay calm.

He helped Thomas through each moral conundrum and anxiety attack, even if he had to wade through the others' arguments to do so. It’d be easier if they didn’t have to work through their emotions before they actually listened to him but, regardless, they always did eventually.

Stay calm.

He had made himself heard, he didn't need emotions anymore, he never needed them in the first place. He needed Thomas to be healthy and happy, even if that meant Logic didn't always get his way. He was fine.

Stay calm.

Deceit and Dark Creativity's increased presence was annoying but manageable. Thomas hadn't remembered either, which made sense. 

Deceit had kept himself hidden from Thomas before his scales started appearing - a younger Thomas taking the lying snake in the garden of Eden a bit too seriously, Logic suspects - and Logic was fairly certain that Thomas had never even met Remus as a child.

Thomas was barely interested in what Logic had to say as is, splitting his attention between three other sides who just boiled down to differing emotions. Janus and Remus complicated things, they kept getting in the way.

All sides deserved to be listened to, a part of Logic is sure of it, but with all of them demanded it only for themselves, he had to fight to.

Morality at least didn't like them fighting, Creativity would always listen to Morality and thus stayed in good graces, and Anxiety held enough sympathy from Patton that he was always able to be listened to too.

No one really liked Logic, he could tell. They might claim they like Logan, they probably don't even think they're lying about it. But they wouldn't like him if he couldn't stay calm.

Stay calm.

He was trying to stay calm.

He was finally being listened to, even if it seemed to be less and less each day, he was letting Thomas take breaks, he was letting Thomas stay happy even as the anxiety of cleaning was getting to him.

Why did Remus have to taunt him today of all days? The day when Thomas actually had some urge to make a list of tasks, to finally clean his living space so he could be more productive. 

Stay calm.

Thomas was busy dancing, quite literally dancing always the intrusive thoughts.

Logic was calm, he would stay calm.

He breathed a calculated breath and turned to Remus, who was giggling in that obnoxious way he does. Even after all these years, even as they got older, that laugh never really did change.

Logic was speaking calmly, he was being nice, he was barely showing any frustration even as Remus made it clear he was not listening.

Thomas listened to him though, he had listened today, and the only times he stopped today was when Remus got in the way.

Stay. Calm.

He needed to get through to Remus. He needed to. He needed to be listened to, he needed Thomas to listen. He barely listened as is, he can't let it get as bad as it was back then, back when no one listened no matter what. 

"Remus."

he wasn't listening. Thomas wouldn't listen because Remus wouldn't listen. Logic needed him to listen.

Remus summoned a book literally titled, 'Ignoring Dummies for Dummies' 

"Remus."

The haunting taunt of 'crybaby' rang in his ears. It was extremely frustrating, he couldn't get frustrated - he had to stay calm.

Logic could barely breathe.

Remus wouldn't listen.

Stay calm

Stay calm

STAY CALM

"Stop ignoring me!"

That wasn't very calm.

Remus was talking, smug as Logan had ever seen him and not even remotely surprised, but the words barely registered. 

And then Remus was gone, and Thomas was on the phone with Nico.

Was that on purpose? Did… Did Remus know?

Stay calm.

He was not orange.

He wasn't.

Everything worked out, except it didn't because Thomas had abandoned his schedule and his apartment didn't get cleaned, but that was okay. It had to be okay. 

Thomas barely seemed to listened to Logic anymore anyway, he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up. Thomas listened when it was absolutely necessary and that was enough. It had to be. Logic had to stay calm. He had to hold together each piece of him that shattered and broke off when he was ignored, he couldn't afford to be pushed to emotions by Remus, or anyone, especially not when Thomas is there.

Stay calm.

He was not a crybaby.

Stay calm.

He was not Passion.

Stay calm.

He was not orange.

He wished there was nothing of Passion left, nothing left to feel anything, but as he curled up in his room to hide, he felt small.

~~~

tags~ @flowercrownsandtrauma

#sanders sides fic #logan sanders #logan sanders angst #tss logan #angst #orange side #sad ending #unresolved ending #thekrowiswriting

[softmick]

incomplete tag game catch-up sunday

Name: meagan Age: 34?

First Pet? the first i remember was a pot-bellied pig my dad named porkchop. the first i chose for myself was a 15th birthday present - a grey tabby i named peter pan.

First Word? not sure?

First Celebrity Crush? devon sawa maybe (little giants, casper, now and then!)?

First IRL Crush? a kid who sat at my desk clump in kindergarten.

First kiss? my neighbor and childhood best friend, brittney

First Car? my mom's purple pt cruiser

First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents? i moved in with an ex-boyfriend and HIS mom and his twin brother's baby mama and their child.

First time on a plane? the first i remember was 6 or 7 and i was alone. but i probably flew with my parents before that?

First cellphone? a pink razor at the old age of 18

First concert? afi is the first one i remember but technically i saw the spice girls in like third grade.

First Foreign country you visited? my grandma took me to costa rica for spring break when i was a junior in high school and really enjoying spanish class.

First sport you ever played? cheerleading and then... soccer?

First career aspiration? there were a lot, i'm not sure what came first

And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think "wow": i made a rough clay pony in elementary school that i found both ugly and impressive. many many years ago i wrote klaine fic and was surprised other people actually read it.

Thanks for tagging me @mybrainismelted and @deedala !

AND i really wanted to do this one so,

1. name

2. righty, lefty, or ambidextrous?

3. tumblr handle

4. numbers 1-10

5. All caps: THE QUICK BROWN FOX JUMPS OVER THE LAZY DOG

6. lowercase: the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog

7. A quote/a lyric/an idiom/an encouraging message/whatevs <3

Thanks again to Kat and Deanna for tagging me and also Sam @sam-loves-seb and Gigi @sgtmickeyslaughter

#tag games #hi

[valencia-rou]

2024

Never again,

Never again will it be 2023.

In a minute it’ll be 2025.

Soon we’ll all be old and grey.

The kids in the kindergarten wont know who Harry Potter or Peter Pan is.

They wont understand the scar on my knee i got, jumping off of my bed thinking of blue skies and candy.

10 years ago, we were nothing but kids,

10 years from now, some of us will have kids, who will find their own Peter Pan and Harry Potter,

30 years ago, our parents were sitting in our place thinking how we’ll never play Pacman like they did.

All the things we did,

the games we played,

Songs we screamed,

Foods we tasted,

Places we visited,

It’ll all be,

Last year

But as i open my pacman app,

I think,

That just because something new happens,

Doesn’t mean the old is forgotten.

f. .

01/01/2024

#f. . #poem #sad thoughts #sad poem #healing #new year #melencholy #deja vu #sad #happy new year

[bellatrixnightshade]

My brutally honest review of Fall

I would rate it around 7/10 and 4 stars after thinking clearly from that awful reading hangover.

Since I would like to end on a positive note, let's start with the bad:

Negative: -the Neverland/Peter Pan storyline was just not for me. That space could have been used for a lot more than that. It belongs in a novella more than a Prequel novel tbh. I didn't care about Pan being School Master, although I did find it interesting that the previous School Masters were Pans. Honestly, the page time should have been given to Midas, my beloved, but that's a topic for another day

_Botic Lesso . Why. Why was he here. Soman could have written a short story about Lady Lesso and her past at this point. I can't believe she's from the same family as him. Botic should have died instead of Midas. I was so pissed that this character lived and the other didn't. You are King of mermaids? I don't care. Peter Boy? I don't care. Heck, Rufius, a very minor character, grabbed my interest more than Antibiotics Lasso.

-Midas' death left a bad taste in my mouth and I skip this part of the story every time I reread it. He should have stayed alive and become the greedy king of the myths when he was older. I also cannot completely forgive Rafal for doing what he did, but at least he didn't pretend to be more than he actually was. I hated how Rhian treated him too. I hated how both of them treated him, and he should get an apology in the afterlife. Both twins were in the wrong. (Yet my toxic trait is shipping Mifal but oh well.)

-no James and Rafal closure? Okay, let's say James wanted to move on. Couldn't they at least talk first? I agree they would be better as friends. But I just didn't feel like even their friendship was developed in Fall. And also, James did make fun of Kyma and I dislike the bully boy getting the girl in a rushed manner. Did he even apologize?

-The eye color thingy wasn't essential to Soman's plot twist at all. You can still replace someone and have the same eye color together? They're twins?

-The infamous plot twist. Look, I don't hate it. I think it could work in the main series even if it was a second thought. But the way it was done was so sloppy and cartoonish at times, and not very believable.

Under this, the characters of the twins were icky. Was this even Soman's writing? There was so much potential with the opposite alignment and it was thrown away for what? I could read this in a first grade book, thank you very much.

Why does Rafal still have to call himself pure good? He might have been born that way, but he obviously forfeited that "state of grace" (as a way of saying it) by his free choices. It could've added to his identity crisis if maybe he had a hard time returning to Goodness because he believes he's too far gone. And even when he does try to be good again, it's just a start. Not "pure Goodness" especially not when you used someone right before that. So I liked Rafal’s identity crisis but it just fell down in the end. I also think perhaps Rafal could break away from a fatalistic view of life. He doesn't HAVE to be pure good or evil. He can make his own choices and be his own person, with his faults and good things. GREAT lesson there, but it was tossed out.

Rhian's Evil-- okay. This had so much potential. But no, Rhian had to throw a kindergarten tantrum and kill Rafal. Rhian's character deserves better, and I'm saying this as a person who didn’t like him instantly in Rise. Rhian was reduced to nothing but BIG BAD VILLAIN LOOK AT ME MWAHAHAHA.

Rhian could have been motivated by more complex things, or have a more complex character, like someone who can NEVER see he's wrong, because he always sees himself as good. Maybe narcissistic and self obsessed but unaware, and still human. Or jealousy of Rafal and who Rafal is. Rhian had a million different personalities it was painful to read.

-The prequels should have been one large book or a spin off trilogy. The duology thing could have been part of the problem, especially with storyline pacing and rushed plot. Also, cut off the Neverland thing from the stories.

ANTICLIMAX. That ending. That "battle." Very anticlimactic, which pissed me off since I waited months only to get that.

The Good:

-no obnoxious purple prose. The writing was clear and fun, so that's a plus.

-Midas and Rufius

-some cute Rafal and Rhian moments

-The cover

-Marialena piqued my interest.

-the story itself wasn't bad, and it was still sad and emotional. I liked the messages it tried to show, and I can say it definitely isn't a story I would forget.

This is just my opinion and I'm not bashing Soman. This is my opinion, and I love it. I don't prefer it over Rise, nor do I prefer Rise over this. I like them both for different things. I also used slightly stronger language than I usually do, so that doesn't mean I talk like that 24/7 lol.

#the school for good and evil #sge #rise of the school for good and evil #fall of the school for good and evil #mara speaks #my thoughts #my opinions

[law-iess]

❝ peter pan ❞

genre: horror, gore, psychological thriller, ni-ki-centric, non-idol, au, slasher, oneshot synopsis: my brother was too beautiful for this world. tw/cw: major character death, implied mental disorders, psychosis, disturbing themes, implied murder, delusions, blood word count: 263

author's note: did this SUPER impromptu while trying to decide on a collect book cover. please be a responsible reader! if i missed any warnings, let me know!

When my brother was three, he started playing with the blocks I'd grown out of. He'd shove them everywhere but the right shape and watching them fly out of his hands. He'd giggle, I'd laugh.

"Don't put the blocks in your mouth Ni-ki! It's dirty!" I'd say.

He'd stare at me like I grew two heads but spit the green star out eventually.

—

When my brother was five, he started going to kindergarten. He held my hand in a vice-grip all the way there. He cried when I left. I came back in a rush.

"I'm here, little guy," I told him, wiping his tears. "I'm not leaving."

The teacher would give me looks for missing my own classes during the first few days but Ni-ki would run to my table at the back after every activity and show me his work with a proud smile. That made everything worth it.

I bought him a picture book to help him start reading. He'd never want to put Peter Pan down.

—

When my brother was seven, he began to play with guns and swords. He'd pretend he was Peter and I was Wendy. He'd playfight and I'd be rescued from the evil Captain Hook. Mother would laugh, teasing that he was short. He'd sulk for being little, but never for too long.

"I'll grow up!" he'd declare. "Just you wait and see."

"But if you grow up, you won't be able to play Peter Pan with me," I play pouted at him. He pursed his lips in thought for a moment before grinning.

"Then I won't grow up. I'll just grow bigger!"

—

When my brother was ten, he took an interest in art. He'd paint in my room while I curled up with a book. He had a sketchbook of my portraits. I still keep them.

"These are impressive, Ni-ki!" I'd tell him. He'd have the widest, goofiest grin on his face before diving down onto the bed next to me just to snuggle while I look at his works.

"I tried using charcoal for this one," he told me. "But I couldn't really get the shading right. I think I can do better. Your hair's a little long to be like Wendy's too. Maybe you should cut it?"

I laughed, staring at the picture. It's still one of my favorite works of his.

—

When my brother was eleven, our dad died of suicide. Mother married a drunk but he didn't understand that yet. When he hits him, he crawls into my bed right next to me.

"Hush, little guy," I whispered to him. "It's all going to be okay."

"Why did dad have to die?" he'd weep onto my pillow. He didn't understand death yet, nor grief, so I just hold him and stroke his hair. I couldn't tell him.

"When you're grow up, you'll understand."

He looks up at me with bloodshot eyes and says: "I don't want to ever grow up. I don't want to understand."

—

When my brother was thirteen, he got picked on a lot. They called him an orphan with no dad and pushed him onto the sidewalk. I caught him just before he got into a fight. We changed schools right after.

"This year, it'll be different," I told him. He shrugs and pulls his backpack tighter on his shoulder. He strides through the front door without another word and my heart clenches.

"I just want to be like a lost boy," he muttered. "No rules, no expectations."

—

When my brother was fifteen, girls took an interest in him. He was taller than most of the kids in his class and had gotten Father's good looks. "Don't worry," he told me. "I'm still your little guy."

"That's easy for you to say," I answered. "You're already taller than me. I'm actually kinda jealous."

"Don't be. I'm don't want to think about that stuff yet. It's still so much fun being a kid. Speaking of which, I did a new Neverland painting this morning. Wanna see?"

—

When my brother was sixteen he came home late, sketchbook in hand. Drunk Stepfather wanted to know where he went. He ignored him; took a punch or two until I finally stepped in. Ni-ki stormed into his room and I followed him.

"I know why dad died," he surprised me by saying. "I wish I didn't. I wish I was back to being a kid, when I didn't know anything." I embraced him because that's all I can do.

Late at night we awoke to screaming. It's Drunk Stepfather and Useless Mother fighting. He had her pinned down and he was lifting her skirt on the kitchen table. I pulled Ni-ki away immediately. He asked what's happening but I didn't respond. If I did, he'd grow up some more and that's not what he wanted.

I waited for the screaming to stop. I waited until the master's bedroom door shuts. I waited some more.

And then I tiptoed into the hall.

There is a cure, says Peter Pan, to growing up: Neverland. The second star to the right and straight on till morning. I leaned against the kitchen sink after getting my glass of water. The moon illuminated the small countertop, casting a shadow over my face. I fix my eyes on the twinkling in the distance.

Second star to the right.

I reached for the star, watching its light flicker between the passing of my fingers. I retreated back to bed. To Ni-ki's room. He needed his older sister that night.

And straight on till morning.

I awoke again to Useless Mother's screaming. Drunk Stepfather stumbled back in the doorway. I rubbed my eyes, adjusting. Flowers had bloomed all over the room, red roses and peonies and tulips across the floor and the walls in beautiful intricate vines.

"How-how could you?!" Useless Mother was staring at me, face paler than the white of my nightdress. Oh, it wasn't white anymore. There were roses and peonies on it too.

I looked down at the star in my hand, watching it glitter under the soft sun's rays. Ni-ki was still asleep beside me despite all the noise. That's okay. Peter Pan says the children fly to Neverland in their sleep so the pixie dust doesn't break. I'll let him sleep some more.

I raised the star to my lips, shushing Useless Mother and Drunk Stepfather. "Don't make a sound," I said, stroking Ni-ki's hair with my fingers. "He's on his way to Neverland. He didn't want to grow up so I took him there."

—

When my brother was sixteen.

He stayed sixteen.

#enhypen #enha #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author #spilled thoughts #oneshot #drabble #horror #ni ki enhypen #ni ki scenarios #nishimura riki #kpop imagines #kpop #kpop bg #kpop fanfic #pyschosis #pyschopath #mental problems #mental illness #patients #schizophrenia #psychosis #delusions #hallucinations

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Don't you ever grow up…Just stay this little..

Aricka Hatter and Henry Swan-Mills

Your little hand's wrapped around my finger

And it's so quiet in the world tonight…

Adriana Mills holds her baby nephew carefully, knowing this was good practice for her firstborn when he finally made his appearance. “Shh… it’s okay Henry. Auntie Adri is here. I’ll never let anyone hurt you. Ever.”

Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreaming

So I tuck you in, turn on your favourite nightlight…

She set him down in his bassinet, ran a fingertip over his eyebrow. “Sweet Henry… I’ll do anything to show you how much I love you.”

To you, everything's funny

You got nothing to regret…

Adrianna watches her two year old nephew run away from Regina in just his diaper, giggling as he evades her sister’s attempt to wrangle him.

Swiftly, for a pregnant woman, she stepped in the baby’s path and swooped him up, kissing his chubby baby cheek. “Stop giving your mama a hard time, my Henry,” she chided softly.

I'd give all I have, honey

If you could stay like that…

Adrianna watches Henry go to his first day of kindergarten, tears in her eyes as he wraps his arms around her leg and presses his face against her hip as he says goodbye. “Have an amazing first day; my little Henry,” she says. “Mama and auntie will meet you here after school, okay?”

Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up, just stay this little…

Just stay little; Adrianna thinks. Just be little a little bit longer. I’d give anything for you to be little and happy forever.

Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple…

Henry runs to his aunt, tears falling down his face as he tries to explain how mean the kids are in his class. Adrianna holds him close, doing her best to soothe her nephew.

I won't let nobody hurt you

Won't let no one break your heart…

Adri went to the principal the next day to complain about the treatment her nephew was facing. Henry was able to tell them what happened and the bully was properly punished.

And no one will desert you

Just try to never grow up…

““I’ll never grow up-!”” Adri read to Henry that night, telling him the tale of Peter Pan. “As you never will; either, will you my brave Henry?” She asks.

“I’ll be your lost boy forever auntie Adri,” he promises, snuggling up to her, putting a hand on her stomach. “I’ll protect my cousin too someday.”

“Of course you will,” Adrianna assured him.

You're in the car, on the way to the movies

And you're mortified your mom's dropping you off…

“Auntie A; why does my mom have to take me to the movies?” Henry complained. “The curse is broken. She can just poof me to the movies.”

“Henry; she enjoys doing mundane things like that with you, you’re her son,” Aricka says, rocking baby Maverick in her arms.

The curse had been broke, and she remembered her true identity. She had also given birth to her son, and had been reunited with her husband and daughter, Jefferson and Grace.

At fourteen, there's just so much you can't do

And you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shots…

“But she’s the Queen- I don’t understand.”

“Henry; all of this was to keep our family together. Safe from Cora. Away from her. We’re in a land without magic where Magic suddenly exists.”

But don't make her drop you off around the block

Remember that she's gettin' older, too…

“And she knows you’re growing older; and so is she. Regina just wants to experience everything she can with you- give you the childhood she always wanted.”

And don't lose the way that you dance around

In your PJs getting ready for school…

“And she wants to cherish all these memories and experiences she gets with you. She loves you Henry. She never meant to deceive you.”

No one's ever burned you

Nothing's ever left you scarred…

Henry cries in Regina and Aricka’s arms when he finds out his mother became the new dark one. “I don’t recognize her,” he says. “I know she’s in there and she’s good but I don’t recognize her.”

“Oh. My Henry…” Aricka whispered, running a hand through sandy brown hair.

“We will fix this, my dear. Don’t worry.”

And even though you want to

Just try to never grow up…

“I don’t wanna grow up,” Henry whispered, hugging the book containing the story of his family to his chest. Aricka hugs him and kisses his temple like she would when he was littler.

“Henry.. you have to get older. You don’t have to grow up.”

Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room

Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home

Remember the footsteps, remember the words said…

Henry listened as his family prepped for thanksgiving that year. His cousins running around the living room of Aricka and Jefferson’s mansion, his mother and mom laughing at something his stepdad Robin was saying.

The mundanity of a holiday after once again saving Storybrooke.

And all your little brother's favorite songs

I just realized everything I have is, someday, gonna be gone…

His little brother Roland runs in and collided with his stomach, crawling on top of Henry as they watched the thanksgiving day parade. “Snoopy-!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, it’s Snoopy,” Henry says with a smile.

Aricka watched from the kitchen as her nephew interacted with his littler brother.

Don’t you ever grow up, Henry Daniel Mills-Locksley, she thinks.

Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up, just stay this little

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple…

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@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship

#Aricka and Henry mills #Aricka and Regina #Aricka x Jefferson

[motownfiction]

nighttime shadows

Will never connected much with Peter Pan. He liked the Disney movie, liked most of the songs, liked the idea of flying around his room at night. But when it came to the whole flying away to Neverland thing, the whole never growing up thing, he was hesitant.

For as long as he can remember, Will has been desperate to grow up.

He’s fifteen, which he knows isn’t very old, but he’s pretty sure he was bad at being a little kid. He played with toys and ran around the park like anybody else (like his sisters, like Sam and Daniel), and he liked it. But there was always this tiny part of him, a part that wouldn’t whisper until the middle of the night, that couldn’t wait to get older.

That would really show them.

Them. His mother asks him all the time who they are whenever he talks about proving himself. As if she doesn’t know. They are the teachers who tried until sixth grade to hold him back, to convince him that he was dumb, that he couldn’t write an essay or understand long division. They are the other kids in class, the ones from other desk clumps and other homerooms and other schools, who whisper about how he’s not good enough for Lucy, the smartest kid in their whole class. They are his friends, who sometimes underestimate him more than he thinks they should. They all underestimate him.

All except for Lucy.

She pushes on him.

Since they were six years old, Lucy Callaghan has pushed on Will O’Connor, made him smarter and more ambitious than he would have been without her. Just by hanging around her. He wants to be like her. Not just because he’s in love with her (and it is love, it is love, he knows it better than he knows his own name). But because she’s always seemed so grown up. So accomplished. So together.

Will knows he’ll be a better adult. He was never cut out to be a Lost Boy. He knows he’s cut out for college, for a job and a house and a family. Maybe that sounds basic, too much like the Reagan ideal, too much like the story his Catholic school has been selling since the minute he sat down for kindergarten. He knows it does. But it’s what he knows he’d be good at. Taking care of business.

And he can’t wait to see the person he becomes.

When he falls asleep in the basement each night, and the nighttime shadows climb up and down the walls, he does not wish to be a Darling in the nursery, does not wish to wait up for Peter Pan. But he feels about as giddy as those kids in the movie. He closes his eyes and thinks of the man he’ll be in five years, ten, fifteen. If only he could just get older. If only he could just make his way to that kind of freedom. This high school thing isn’t life. It’s a holding pattern, and he always knew he’d hate it.

Some nights, Will dreams of moving vans.

(part of @nosebleedclub november challenge -- day xxvii! i have finally caught up 😊)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: will o'connor #year: 1982

[uglypastels]

Maybe its a dumb question, but you wanted any question so i'll just say it. Is pirate!eddie english?since he keeps calling her Darling (i love it tho, but would like to know which accent to read it in)

first of all, and it will make me sound like a fucking kindergarten teacher, but there is no such thing as dumb questions...and if they do exist, well, then anon is the perfect place to ask them don't ya think?

and see this, this is a prime example of how weird my thinking process is when I'm writing, because i never tried to think about where they are from specifically, like, in a perfect world, it would be a universe with no common countries what so ever just for the sake of not having to deal with historical politics.

but what i do put in, is such a dumb niche reference that might go over most people's heads because i am insane... and might not have even realised i had done it myself as i was writing it until i had done it like 5 times*.

it's a peter pan reference. he's Hook, she's Wendy (Darling) so to speak, except really not because it's not a peter pan au at all and neither should it be seen as one because that is not a pairing i am interested in and the fic has much more influence from pirates of the Caribbean. it's just another layer into the original idea that the au was/is a part of my Disneyland Anthology that i might hopefully finish one day.

anon time! send me any question!

*i had been reading Peter Pan for class at the time, so yeah, it was subconscious but i enjoy this shit

#so no #not english #unless you want him to be #for actual english eddie #wait for my regency fic #mm mm mmm #i should learn how to stfu and answer a question straightforwardly #uglypastels answers #anon

[sunbloodu]

I'm telling you what about me like what about Halee? Like in each person about themselves a story? I want to tell you about me. I born a girl, with an ear loss (not a problem) and hard to step in to touch the world as I'm blurry to see, and fear, I just don't know how, not born a different. Almost no school. I am not supposed to be growing to death, but I will. I am staying little and learn from the world, not books. I am nothing and create but love. Many years later I am growing, I'm dreaming. I never play sports or else. I like to read magazines for the future. I made right ways in my head, not outside or people see through my mind, just quiet. You'll learn more from me how grow up I am, it is not really me now by last I was different. My first kindergarten class in 1996 I don't like to read book when a teacher wants me to read a book and I drew on the paper and put up on the wall in the classroom, a few month later I looked up at the wall of my paint picture become memory when I was little. I dreamed of eating chocolate pudding (oreo), and sitting in an abandoned room, with a small window, I wore an demin pants, white shirt, very long hair with bangs and barefoot with no shoes on. I watched Mean Girls, Cinderella, Green Mile, Titanic, Space Jam, Hook (Peter Pan), Fantasy, What's eating Gilbert Grape, Sleepy Hollow, Carrie, Green Tomatoes, Neverland, A little princess and etc. I have so much to say that I was being a victim so many years. I'm becoming mentally by world has taught me with no love. I'm now 32, I changed into aging, sad, unhealthy and tiredness and quiet. Since I was a baby and now, I am worried, and scared of the world. I am very important to have a good life and be a good friend with people, not backstabbing or things jealously, I am just trying to grow happiness with nothing matters. People do not deserve suicide commit. ❤

[flirting-with-psychology]

survey by nadine07

[..FIRST THINGS FIRST..] What was the first thing you did after you got up?

Showered

Who was your first big crush?

First big crush on a real person was Aidan in kindergarten, but first crush at all was Peter Pan

Where was the first place you drove after you got your license?

Don’t remember

Who was your very first friend?

@im-significant​ was one of the first for sure, there might have been other babies I interacted with but obviously I don’t remember them

What was the first thing you ate today?

Chocolate

What was your first job?

Dorm front desk assistant

[..COLORS..] Name something red in the room you are in:

Blanket

Is orange one of your school’s team colors?

No

How many yellow shirts do you own?

1 or 2, they were marching band shirts

Name someone you know who drives a green car:

Me!

Is it a blue sky outside right now?

No, it’s foggy/smoky

What is the first thing that pops into your head when I say ‘purple’?

Dice. I just bought some purple dice

Are the walls in the room you’re in white?

White-ish

Does black make you think of depressing things?

No

Jewelry: gold or silver?

Both, but I wear silver a little more

[..PHONE STUFF..] Who is your provider?

Xfinity

How long have you had your current phone?

About 2 years

What did your last text say?

Hey I heard you’re graduating from college today! Congratulations!!

If you woke up naked next to the last person to call, would it be awkward?

Yes, it was my eye doctor

Was your last missed call male or female?

Male

Who is your 10th phone contact?

Adrian (I never delete contacts)

How did you meet them?

Marching band

Are you related to your 17th phone contact?

No, it was a guy from college

How long have you known your 1st phone contact?

I knew him for like 1 or 2 years

When was the last time you saw them?

Like sophomore year of college

Who is your 4th phone contact?

Adam

Have you ever kissed that person?

No

When was the last time someone drunk dialed/texted/left a voicemail?

Don’t know

[..RANDOMOSITY..] What time is it?

3:41pm

Are you supposed to be doing something other than this?

Work technically, but I’m exporting something so I can do other things

Do you live on your own or with your parents?

With my boyfriend

Are you more of a cat or a dog person?

Cat person

Are you allergic to anything?

Beeswax

Does your shirt have anything written on it?

No

Have you ever tie-dyed something?

Yeah in school and camp

Who can you always count on to cheer you up?

Dunno

How many places have you been today?

One

Are you a forgiving person?

Yeah

When was the last time you felt let down?

Probably pretty recently but not sure what it was

What is the title of the nearest book to you?

A Christmas Carol

Are you wearing anything that belongs to someone else?

No

Can you whistle?

Yes. I couldn’t until college but now I can

Do you look more like your mother or your father?

Both

Are you still in high school?

No

Are you the oldest, middle, youngest, or an only child?

Only child

Has anyone ever told you that you talk in your sleep?

Very occasionally

How many people have you kissed this year?

One

Is there anyone of the opposite sex you trust fully?

My dad

Are you a night owl or an early bird?

Night owl

Would you rather go to Brazil for the weekend or Finland for a month?

Finland for a month

[..AND FINALLY..] Where did you last go out to eat at?

Some bar

When was the last time you let someone borrow something from you?

A few months ago?

Was your last breakup a bad one?

Yeah, for me

What was the last song you listened to?

Listening to This Is Not Over Yet

What was the last movie you watched?

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3

Did your last kiss happen in a public place?

No

#survey

[ask-ghost-sealand]

Can we get some insight on Peter’s crush? I would love to know more about her...!

Aaa peters crush!

-She’s Smol!-she likes to paint-she’s loud and wears pink -likes flowers and koalas -she’ll fight you if you diss on her style-tbh she’s more of a man than peter-peter thinks it’s weird and a little creepy to have a crush on her bc he’s dead and watched her grow up since third grade when she moved here from out of country. -her name correlates with peters and one of peters fav books-not gonna say tho-cliffhanger hahahahaha

#Oof #peter kirkland #ghost!au #ghostalia #crushes #koalas #lol #Tinos kindergarten class is right next door to the third graders #peter really likes Peter Pan and peter cottontail #anything with his name he basically loves #so Peter Parker is another fav #what a dork #Australians am I right #aph sealand #aph wy