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blacknight1230 · 3 years

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The Past Catches Up With You

OUAT Peter Pan Imagine

Prompt: “I know what I have to do. But going back means I’ll have to face my past. I’ve been running from it for so long” & “Once you’re grown up, you can never come back.”

The sound if arrows flying through the air then hitting their target and the clashing of swords filled the area. “Nice one, Devin. Now try letting go of the arrow when you breath out,” you instructed one of the Lost Boys. Devin wordlessly nodded and did what you told him, his arrow hitting the target dummy straight in the head. “Excellent work. Rufio, don’t do such fancy moves. It’s about hitting the target in the weak points, not showing off,” you commanded. “Whatever you say, mom,” Rufio sassed, ignoring your helpful tips. You narrowed your eyes at him and strode up to him, quickly knocking him off his feet with a few well placed punches and kicks. “And this is why Pan ordered me to train you boys. You guys are good fighters, but he wants the best, so you either listen to what I say or you’ll end up worse than this,” you scolded the dazed teen. You walked away, towards Pan’s second-in-command, and one of your best friends, Felix.

“Nice way to show them who’s boss, (y/n),” Felix complemented as he sharpened his sword. “Thanks, Felix. These boys have sure have authority problems when it comes to someone other than Pan giving them orders,” you said, sitting next to Felix on a log. “They listen to me, though,” Felix pointed out. “True. I have theory that they don’t respect me as much cause I’m the only girl here. And I happen to be one of Pan’s most trustworthy,” you told the scar-faced teen. “It’s possible. The boys aren’t too keen on newcomers. You being a girl doesn’t make matters better.” You rolled your eyes; you’ve been here for a couple of years, but time on Neverland was different than everywhere else. “I’ve earned this position despite being a girl. They should know that Pan doesn’t just trust me without a proper reason,” you said, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Speak of the devil,” Felix said, motioning his head towards a figure appearing from the green foliage.

Peter Pan stood to the side of the training ground, eyes intensely watching the boys as they practiced archery, swording fighting, and sparring. Authority and dark magical power radiated from his figure, his green eyes glowing as they seemingly stared into the very existence of his Lost Boys. He was expressionless as he mentally noted what the boys were doing wrong and right. The sight before you made you feel warm, but you tried not to show how the piper affected you. Said boy locked eyes with you, a smirk breaking out onto his lips as he strode over to you. “Tired, love. Are the boys too much for you to handle?” he teased, raising one magnificently sculpted eyebrow. “More like they can’t handle me. Rufio over there is still bandaging his hurt pride when I knocked him to the ground for back talking,” you chuckled, eyeing said boy. He was grumpily pouting on a wooden log across from where you were. Peter found this rather amusing, a sly smirk on his face. “His loss, love. Come, I think the boys had enough training for today,” he said, getting up from the log. He whistled loudly, getting all the, boys attention and told them, “Alright, boys training’s over! Get back to camp if you want your fill of dinner before its gone!”

A stampede of hungry, teenage boys rushed towards the main camp, dirt and dust flying as they did so. You camly got up and followed the horde of Lost Boys, used to their frenzied antics. Peter walked alongside you, as you took your time walking the path back to the main camp. “I’m still surprised you can put up with our rowdiness. Being a princess and all, I’d expect you complain endlessly about how ‘wild’ we are,” Peter said as you traveled through the jungle of Neverland. “Hey, I was a rebel princess. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t even be here,” you defended yourself, punching the King of Neverland playfully, but hard, in the arm. Pan allowed you to hit him, as you knew he could easily stop you, and playfully cried out in pain.

Before you were the first Lost Girl on Neverland, you were a princess, although not first in line to inherit your kingdom. Unlike the other inhabitants of Neverland, you were not from the Enchanted Forest or the Land Without Magic. You were a princess from another dimension, and you hated your royal roots. You hated the stuffy dresses, the countless rules, the strict and stone faced members of the royal house ... hell, you couldn’t even talk to or hang out with anyone that wasn’t humanoid or a royal non-humanoid from an allied kingdom. Like the monsters that were repressed by your people. It was suffocating and you didn’t conform to your families strict ideals.

As such, your family finally had enough of your “rebelliousness” and decided to send you off to an institution know for “correcting” wayward princesses. You, in turn, had enough of royalty and fled your home without a word, seeking out the freedom you dearly longed for. Eventually, you found your way to Neverland, encountering Pan and his Lost Boys, who met your arrival with them encircling you with weapons drawn, aimed to kill. The only reason you were still alive today was that you were able to hear Pan’s flute, meaning you were lost, and therefore part of the Lost Boys. It took awhile for everyone to trust you, especially Pan, but it happened and you were never felt more like you were home.

Back to the present, you and Peter finally reached the main camp, a raging bonfire going on in the middle of the layout of tents and huts. The boys were either chowing down or were dancing to the beat of the drums. Peter left you to go include himself in the boys merry making as you grabbed a bite to eat. Grabbing a slice of meat from the day’s hunt, you silently greeted a few of the boys with a raise of your cup. The younger boys dragged you to sit with them, happily chatting away as they told you about their day.

Soon you were done with your meal and the music called to you. Like you were under a spell, you jumped into the frey of wildly dancing bodies, letting the music guide your movements. You danced freely with your fellow lost brothers, your mind focusing on the sound of the pan flute and the drums. As you danced around the fire, you saw Peter staring intensely at you with his green eyes, the light of the bonfire casting shadows across his face, intensifying the strikingness of his attractive features. You couldn’t help but keep his gaze as you danced, enjoying the way he was looking at you with such intensity, an undistinguishable emotion flowing in his eyes.

Unfortunately, the party was interrupted by a loud sound and a bright light. Everyone stopped in the middle of what they were doing, staring at a hole ripped into the fabric of space and time right near the center of the campgrounds. The portal seemed to shine brighter as two figures appeared from the other side of it. As they stepped through, the portal closed behind them, allowing you to see their features now that the unnatural brightness was gone. One of the figures was a teenage boy, characterized with tan skin, dark brown hair, and a mole on his right cheek. He was wearing red hoodie over a light grey shirt, dark grey skinny jeans, and olive/white sneakers on his slender build. His brown eyes eyed the Lost Boys nervously, his hand twitching over the hilt of the sword in his sheath. The other figure was a teenage girl with long blonde hair, light blue eyes, and fair skin. On her head, she wore a magenta headband with devil horns, paired with a green and mint collared short sleeved dress, pink and purple striped leggings, white boots with pink tips and a star on each heel, along with a black spider necklace. But the most astonishing part about the girl was the pink heart shaped marks she had on her cheeks.

Peter and the Lost Boys immediately surrounded the two newcomers, weapons pointed at them. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing on my island?” Peter growled. The boy immediately pulled out his sword and took a defensive stance. The girl on the other hand, raised her hands up and yelled, “Stop! We’re not here to hurt anyone! We’re just looking for someone!” Peter dismissed her claim, saying, “Whoever you are looking for is not here! Now leave before my boys and I make you wish you never stepped foot here!” The boy raised their weapons, slowly drawing closer to the new girl and boy. The girl now raised her up hands up and took a defensive stance, her hands glowing purple with magic.

Before any violence could come to a head, you shouted a command out to the Lost Boys and Peter, breaking the tense air. “Everyone put your weapons down!” you shouted, voice strong and dominating. The Lost Boys, confused by the order, slightly lowered their weapons and allowed you to walk through the crowd of them to the new visitors. As you showed yourself to the newcomers, the blonde haired girl’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock. “ (Y/n)?” the girl said. “Star,” you said breathlessly, unable to bite back the smile that made its way to your face. Star’s hands stopped glowing and she tackled you ina hug, which you gladly returned. “Um, what’s going on?” the hoodie wearing boy asked, completely clueless. “Marco, this is my cousin I told you about? I’m pretty sure I told you about my favorite family member,” Star explained, looking at her friend while still holding on you.

“Oh, isn’t this precious,” Pan sneered, interrupting the moment. “A family reunion. How wonderful that they’ve come to visit.” You decided to ignore Peter and his terrible attitude, continuing to talk to your four-years younger cousin. “How did you find me, Star? Neverland isn’t on any map and can’t be visited through ordinary means,” you asked. “I was able to use your old tiara to finding out what dimension you were in! Pretty cool right,” Star bragged a giant smile on her face. Before you could say another word, Peter got in between the two of you, creating a distance of a few feet. “Peter!” you exclaimed angrily. “What the hell?” “I don’t care that you’re her family. I want you off my island. (y/n) has already told me about the way you treated her and I don’t want someone like you here because of it,” he coldly told Star. “Hey, man, back off!” Star’s friend, Marco, yelled stepping in front of Star protectively. The Lost Boys didn’t like this, murder in their eyes as they crowded around you four, fingers itching to use their weapons. “Everyone stop! I don’t want any fighting!” you shouted, dreading for any blows coming to a head. The Lost Boys slightly calmed down, but they were still tense.

“Peter, Star was the only one in my family that I could be myself around. I see I rubbed off on you a bit,” you said. “You guys keep talking about our family as if they were abusive, keeping you locked up and so on,” Star pointed out. “I forget you were too young to understand at the time. Grandma Etheria and the rest of the Butterfly family constantly looked down at me, finding fault in everything I did. I didn’t dress right, talk right, sit right, walk right ... and they let me know. It practically destroyed my self-esteem. And to make matter worse, Grandma Etheria decided to send me to St. Olga’s,” you explained to your younger cousin. “Oh no, not St. O’s!” Star exclaimed in horror. “Please don’t tell me they tried to turn you into a mindless ‘perfect’ princess!” As she said this, she grabbed your forearms and shook you a bit. “Calm down, Star, I didn’t go to St. O’s. I left home before I was forcibly shipped off. I had a pair of dimension scissors and used them to hop from dimension to dimension until I eventually found my way here,” you continued, smiling when you reminisced about finding Neverland, your true home.

“I’m happy you found a place you could finally be yourself. If I wasn’t so desperate for your help, I wouldn’t even ask you this,” Star said. This worried you; what did she want you to do? Star quickly answered your question before you voiced it, saying, “I need you to come back to Mewni with me.” “What?!” you shouted, eyes wide and mouth agape. “I’m sorry, but I really need your help! My mom has disappeared and I can’t find her, the Butterfly castle and kingdom are destroyed by Eclipsa’s half-monster daughter and she escaped her crystal! I can’t do this on my own and everything is in disarray!” Star cried.

All this new information shocked you, making you stand there in silence. Peter decided to step in, angrily setting in Star’s face. “You might be royalty, but I’m the king here. I say who steps foot on and leaves my island. This includes (y/n). Since she’s lost, that means she belongs here and with me. Shfe’s mine, and she’s not going anywhere off this island,” he threatened. Star stood her ground, staring into his harsh green eyes that seemed to glow with dark power. “Then you don’t know (y/n), because she hates other people making choices for her.” She turned towards you and continues, saying, “(y/n), I’m sorry for our family treating you so terribly and I understand your reason for running away. But I still care for you and so does my mother, both of us missing you terribly when you left. If you still love us as much as we love you, I beg you to help me. I need you, my mom needs you, Mewni needs you!”

(y/n) could only stand there in silence, which Peter mistook for her not wanting to return to her home, while in reality she was pondering over her beloved cousin’s words. “Get off my island. I never want to see your faces again,” he threatened, before whistling loudly, causing the Lost Boys to snap into a a violent, wild frenzy. The area was quickly filled with the sounds of weapons clashing, cries of pain, and angry shouts as Star and Marco fought the Lost Boys. Luckily, Star and Marco were successfully able to defend themselves, despite being greatly outnumbered. Star’s voice filled the air as she shouted spells and Marco yelled as he used karate moves/defended himself with his sword. You tried yelling at both sides to stop fighting, but neither side listened to you, either not hearing you over all the noise or not caring enough to listen to you. This made you angry, so angry you used your magic to cast a powerful spell to end the violence.

Unlike Star, you didn't need to verbally say a spell to use your magic, simply sending out a wave of bluish-white magic to emit from your magically glowing figure. As the wave of magic hit the Lost Boys, Peter, Star, and Marco, they were enveloped into a quartz of crystal, frozen in place. You sighed as you stood past the crystal prisons of your fellow Lost Boys, stopping at Peter’s crystal, staring at his evil smirk on his face and the magic accumulated in his hands. “You just couldn’t wait and let me think for a moment could you, “ you said sadly. You used your magic to reverse the spell, and on Star and Marco as well. The three teens fell to the ground, gasping for breath. “I’m so sorry, guys. This was the only way to get you to stop fighting and listen to me,” you apologized, helping Star up first. “Was that the Crystal Imprisonment Spell that Rhombulas uses? Where did you learn it?” Star asked, amazed that you could do such advanced magic. “Glossaryck used to give me private lessons. He said that I needed to learn magic, too, in case something happens. But he wasn’t specific on what that was,” (y/n) explained. “That sounds like Glossaryck.”

You turned towards Peter as he growled, getting up from the ground and his green eyes trained on you. “You little ... How dare you use your magic on me!” he yelled, “Release the Lost Boys right now (y/n)!” “You left me no choice, Peter. You all were attacking my family and I couldn’t just stay by,” you said sternly, brows furrowed as you scolded him. “How can you defend them? They’re the main reason why you are on Neverland in the first place! Or haven’t you forgot that?” Pan seethed. “I haven’t forgotten what they did to me, Pan. But this just isn’t about my family anymore. My homeland is in danger and you’re wrong to think I’ll just sit around and watch shit hit the fan!” you yelled, turning around to walk away, thinking that was the end of it. But it wasn’t and Pan wanted to let you know it. “Oh really? Well, know this, princess, you’ll eventually be disappointed as nothing is going to change. You’ll still be the miserable, insecure, little girl you were when you came here, scrutinized by your family and your people,” Peter threatened, teeth clenched and pure hatred seeping from his pores.

You stopped, back still facing Peter. Said boy smirked, thinking he won this argument. But what you said surprised the male, saying, without looking at him, “I know what I have to do now, Peter. I know going back means I’ll have to face my past. I’ve been running from it for so long but I have to face it sooner or later. And I choose now.” Pan stood there shocked, mouth open a bit as he contemplated your words, and watched as Marco effortlessly opened a portal to another dimension with a pair of scissors, then entered the hole in the fabric of time and space while mumbling about ‘nachos,’ whatever that was. Star on the other hand, nervously looked behind her at Peter, seemingly contemplating if taking (y/n) away from her current home was a good thing, before regretfully entering the swirling portal.

Before the (h/c) haired girl followed the two, she turned her head to the side, looking at so called King of Neverland. “I promise I’ll come back as soon as I can, Peter, to my home, the Lost Boys, and you,” she said, so much raw emotion held in her eyes. But Peter didn’t care, only focussing on the frustration that took over his heart and mind. “I forbid you from leaving, (y/n)! When you leave this island, you’ll eventually grow up, and once you’re grown up, you can never come back!” he shouted angrily. (Y/n) physically flinched and quickly turned her head back towards the portal, trying not to show the tears in the corners of her eyes. “Goodbye, Peter. Until we meet again.” And with those words, she stepped through the portal and left Neverland, seemingly forever.

As the portal closed behind her, (y/n)’s magic seemed to leave with her, as the crystals imprisoning the Lost Boys started to melt, freeing them from their containment. Felix was the first to get his bearings, stroding over to Peter and placing a hand on his shoulder, said King of Neverland not tearing his eyes away from the spot in which (y/n) walked into the portal. “Pan, what happened? Where’s (y/n) and the other two?” Felix asked his fearless leader, a scowl on his scarred face. “She’s gone, Felix. She left Neverland,” Peter told his second-in-command emotionlessly.

Before the taller male could question him some more, the green-clad boy turned and walked away from the center of the campgrounds, towards his own private tent. Felix knew he was taking the Lost Girl’s departure harder than he let on. But he gave his trustful leader some space, allowing Peter to let his emotions loose in private. “(Y/n), I hope you know what you’re doing,” Felix said quietly to himself, before moving to help his fellow Lost Boys recover from the recent events.

~ Time Skip ~

“Again! I expect you to redo everything until you lot get this right! I have no excuse for weak, boys in my army of Lost Boys!” Peter seethed. It was several months, possibly a year, since (y/n) left Peter and Neverland. At first, Peter was angry, at (y/n) and her cousin, for leaving Neverland. Then, he was angry at himself for letting the Lost Girl leave, thinking he should have done everything he could from letting the girl leave. Eventually, Peter’s anger faded away and was replaced with a longing to see his favorite girl again. It was only until (y/n) left did Peter realize he felt something for the rebel princess, seeing her more as just another inhabitant of Neverland and a pawn in his games. And when he realized this non-platonic feelings, he regretted being so heartless to (y/n) before she left, hating himself for letting that be the last thing he ever said to the (h/c) haired girl.

Since (y/n) left Neverland, Peter changed, unfortunately for the worse. He was harsher and more cruel towards his Lost Boys and those that had the misfortune of being his enemy. All Pan cared for now was power, stopping at nothing to increase his magical strength by achieving immortality, regardless of the lives he had to take. And that meant he was setting in motion the events that would lead to taking the heart of the Truest Believer from a young boy to remain young forever.

Hence, the current intense training session the Lost Boys were doing, as Pan need them to be prepared for everything and anything, failure not being an option. “Who knew (y/n) leaving effect Pan this much? He’s been running us into the ground during training even since the girl left him,” Rufio mumbled to a couple of other Lost Boys. Pan heard this, and he did not like it. “What was that Rufio?” he snarled and turned towards the wise-cracking Lost Boy. Rufio’s face paled in fear as Pan strode towards him, his friends that once surrounded him nowhere to be seen, as they fled from Pan’s wrath.

The poor Lost Boy stood quaking in his boots as the King of Neverland stood in front of him, the slightly shorter leader wrapping a hand around Rufio’s throat, crushing his windpipe and preventing any air from reaching his lungs. Rufio gasped from breath as the other Lost Boys stood there in fear induced silence, unable to do anything but watch. “You’ve been mouthing off too much for my tastes. Looks like I’m going to have to put a stop to it permanently,” Peter growled. He shoved his hand into his chest, fingers wrapping around the boys heart. “Please, no...” Rufio pleaded.

Pan was just about to rip the boys heart out of his chest and then crush it to dust, when a loud noise and bright light shook the camp site. Everyone turned their heads to the sky, where a giant multicolored portal hung just below the treetops. Something or someone, came out of it, falling to the ground, and the portal closed violently with a loud bang. Peter and the Lost Boys were unable to do anything, as the figure got up from the ground and their features finally revealed by the light of the fire. (H/c) locks framed a (face shape) face, (e/c) eyes looking over everything as a bright smile broke out on the female’s (thin/plump) lips.

Felix was the first to break the silence, calling out the name of the person. “(y/n)? Is that really you?” the second-in-command asked, shocked that the girl had finally returned to Neverland. “Yeah, it's me,” the former Lost Girl replied a smile on her face. Felix immediately caught the girl in a hug, picking up the (much/slightly) shorter girl in his excitement. It seemed the spell was broken, as the Lost Boys immediately started moving towards the former Lost Girl, chatter filling the silence.

“Welcome back, (y/n),” Felix said to the girl, after he pulled away from her. “It’s great to be back,” (y/n) replied, her face so full of light and joy. Her (e/c) eyes caught Peter’s, causing the girl to stare straight into the piper’s eyes. He was stunned; here she was, the girl Peter has been obsessing over ever since she left, popping out of the blue, acting as if she never left in the first place. Their longing glaze was broken by a younger Lost Boy tugging on (y/n)’s hand, her attention turning towards the little one. “(Y/n), will you be staying here? Please don’t leave us again,” he said, his voice honey sweet and blue eyes looking at the (h/c) girl with pleading eyes. “Don’t worry, Jack,” (y/n) said, lowing herself so she could be eye level with the young boy. “I won’t be leave you.”

She rose to her full height and announced with a loud voice, “In fact, I will never have to leave Neverland again. From this moment forward, this island will be my forever home!” The campsite erupted in cheers and howls, all the Lost Boys loudly showing their approval. “If that’s the case then, let’s celebrate! To our one and only Lost Girl!” Felix cheered. As if it wasn’t already possible, the boys got even louder, happily cheering at the chance to party. Peter could only stare on wordlessly, as (y/n) was swept away by several Lost Boys, losing his sight on the magnificent girl.

~ Time Skip ~

The Lost Boys howled in delight as the drums were banged and the fire in the center of the campsite crackled. Peter watched from the side lines as they danced wildly. But his gaze was focused on one very special dancer. His green eyes followed (y/n), watching every move of her limbs and bend of her body as she danced without a care in the world. She was one with the music as she her body followed the rhythm of the drums. Peter’s eyes caught (y/n)’s (e/c) ones, everything around him seeming to slow down as did so.

He immediately tore his gaze away from her, pretending to be watching Felix wrestle some unfortunate soul into the dirt ground. In the corner of his eye, he saw (y/n) stop her lively dancing and steadily make his way towards him. Peter felt his breath get caught in his chest as she came closer, but was able to calm himself down before (y/n) got close enough to notice the effect she had on him.

“Enjoying the party?” she asked him, leaning against the bark of a tree next to him. “Of course. I enjoy seeing my boys let loose for once. The drinks help a bit, too,” he replied, gesturing towards the wooded cup in his hand. (Y/n) gazed out at rowdy group of wild teenage boys in front of her, a closed-mouth smile on her face. “I missed this. The freedom, how carefree everything is, not having any responsibilities,” she admitted. “You missed all of this? Even Rufio’s attitude?” he asked, surprised.

(Y/n) let out a short laugh, music to Peter’s ears. “Is it so surprising I missed my home. There wasn’t a day where I didn’t long to come back here and just let loose,” (y/n) continued, (e/c) eyes glowing in the firelight as she stared out at the wild party goers. It was silent for a little bit, a hint of awkwardness in the air. “So, um, what exactly happened back on Meowy?” Peter spoke up, desperately trying to break the silence. “Mewni. And so much happened. Everything has changed. And I couldn’t be happier,” (y/n) explained, a smile on her face as she reminisced. “Tell me about it. I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Well, I won’t go into the long and detailed history, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear about that. But I will tell you that Mewni is now unified between its people and the kingdom is in the hands of its true queen,” (y/n) explained as shortly as she could. “Well, that’s good,” Peter replies. A pregnant pause filled the air, until Peter thankfully broke it. “Is what you said before actually true?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. “What?” you question, thinking you misheard him. “You said would never leave Neverland again? Was that true? Or was that just something you said that was in spur of the moment?” Peter continued. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t believe what she was true. Why would she want to stay here and be with me? he thought. Especially after how I treated her the last time I saw her. “Peter,” (y/n) said softly. “I was serious when I said that. Nothing will make me leave Neverland and you guys again.”

Peter felt his heart stop for moment, in disbelief at what she just told him. (Y/n) turned her kind gaze away from looking down at her hands folded in her lap. “Besides, it’s not like I can return home anyway,” she said softly. “Wait, what?” Peter thought he heard wrong. “It’s no big deal. You already know I never saw Mewni as my home. Neverland is my home. When the chance came for me to spend forever in my homeworld or spend forever here, I made my choice,” she explained nonchalantly. Peter could only open his mouth wide in shocked silence. He never thought she would such a thing. Give up her family and everything she known just to be with for him and the Lost Boys. It was almost insane.

“You really did all of that? Even after what I said to you before you left?” Peter gaped. “I’m sorry ... for what I said by the way. I wasn’t thinking straight and -” “Wow, the Peter Pan apologizing. To little old me,” (y/n) teased a goofy smile on her face. “Don’t make fun of me. You know I’m don’t ever apologize ” Peter pouted. (y/n) giggled, forcing a hidden smile to make its way to Peter’s lips. “I missed you, you know. Can you believe that?” Peter admitted, trying to hide his warming cheeks. (y/n) was astonished at his confession.“You really missed me? I thought you would have forgotten about me.” “I would never. There wasn’t a day I didn’t think about you,” Peter continued, gently taking the girl’s hands into his. (Y/n) looked down their combined hands, cheeks red at the feeling of Peter’s warm hands. “I did, too. The thought of Neverland and you kept me going. You were my reason to keep fighting, so one day I would be able to return to you.”

Peter gently placed his fingertips under her chin, directing her downcast eyes to look at him. “(Y/n) ...” he trailed off. He didn't know what he was going to say, his eyes flicking to her luscious soft lips. Peter couldn’t help but subconsciously darted his tongue out to wet his own, longing to meet them with hers. His hand trailed to cup her cheek, enjoying the site of her reddening skin under his rough fingertips. (Y/n)’s luminous (e/c) orbs nervously flew to look back at him, her breathing hitching in her throat. He watched her for a moment, looking for any indication that she was uncomfortable. But there was none, so Peter slowly inched closer, stopping until there was little more than an inch between them. He heart stopped as (y/n) closed the distance between them, the organ soaring at the feeling of her luscious lips on his own. Peter felt her wrap her hands around his neck loosely, his other hand moving to grip tightly to (y/n)’s hip. He could taste the Neverberries from the juice she had before, along with a specific taste he couldn’t quite identify. But he couldn't get enough it, shown by him adding more pressure into the kiss. (Y/n) reacted positively, fingers gripping onto the hairs at the base of his neck, a little mewl coming from her lips as she relaxed into his hold. Peter was just about to kick it up a notch when they were rudely interrupted.

“Hey, lovebirds! Get a tent will ya?” Felix shouted from across the campfire, hands cupped over his mouth and announcing the scene to everyone. (Y/n) was the first to pull away, face red as the Lost Boys howling once they noticed what their leader and Lost Girl were doing. “Shut up all of you!” Peter hollered at the boys. He was just about to teach them all a lesson when he felt (y/n) lean her head onto his chest. He looked down she was hiding her face in his shirt in embarrassment, the sight causing his heart pang in pity. “Peter, let’s go somewhere else. Please,” (y/n) quietly pleaded. “Alright, dear. Let’s head back to my tent. I still want to be with my favorite Lost Girl,” he whispered in her ear, placing a kiss on her forehead. Peter wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist and gently led her away from the center of camp. The Lost Boys started cheer and make lewd comments, which Peter when stopped at the entrance of his private abode, (y/n) continuing on inside without him. “Not another word from any you, or else I’ll be locking you in the cages for a week!” he threatened, glaring at them with darkness in his eyes. The boys shut up, knowing their leader was serious as they avoided eye contact. “Felix, knock up into shape if anything happens.” The second-in-command smirked, giving Peter a quick wink. The green-clad boy ignored it, heading inside and back to the beautiful girl waiting for him. (y/n) was laying on his fur-covered bed, patiently waiting for him. Peter sighed and crawled next to her, pulling her into arms once he was comfortable. He snuggled into neck, placing soft kisses onto her exposed neck. “Stay with, darling. I want you in my arms tonight,” Peter pleaded, already feeling his eyes close in bliss. “With you. Always.”

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actress4him · 2 years

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☮ for Cadence

☮️ Friendship headcanon

She’s never been good at making friends. Pre-Oliver, any friends she had were fairly superficial. She was worried about trying to fool them once she got back, since her personality had changed so much, which is one reason why she moved and changed her name. But they weren’t good enough friends for her to miss too much when she left.

Devin and Janaysia are a completely different story. She can’t imagine leaving them behind, but she’s already trying to psych herself up for the day that she might have to and simultaneously beating herself up for getting so attached.

#ask response #whumpymirages #thanks mira!#cadence the whumpee

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umaficwriter · 3 years

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I’ve Got You On My Radar

First, you need to see this post here

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/// Kalijah Drabbles ///

The golden sundown light bathed the land just as Katherine bathed herself in the lake.

The Mikaelson’ estate lake, to be precise.

It was another of her famous rendezvous around Elijah’s property.

She had caught his eye couple weeks before, and was intrigued by what she saw. He mounted his horse with ease, although with surgical precision, showing her, from afar, just how talented he was, and also how connected with his horse he was. Better yet, it was a mare. She had learnt that from the gathering his family and hers had summoned together that same week. Katherine had also asked for the animal’s name.

“I named her Hope,” he had provided, accompanied to a smile appearing in the corner of his mouth.

His chestnut eyes told her he usually didn’t answer that to other ladies, maybe because girls Katherine’s age weren’t interested in horses? It could be. It wasn’t very ladylike, her mother would always say, only to be dismissed by her father saying his Katerina shared his love for animals and for extent, cared for them, confiding in them things you could only grasp when with horses.

Elijah had offered Katherine’s dad an understanding look.

Apparently, both men shared the same vision.

This was good.

Horse riding was indeed a demonstration act, even more so around her land. People came all the way to see Petrova’s horses and mares, also competitions were always held when in festivals. Of course, there were always cruel lords, treating their animals as if they felt nothing, and Katherine, with her family business going on long before she was even born, had learnt to identify those kind of men.

And a relief sight had left her lungs as soon as she observed Elijah riding his animal.

He did it with upmost respect, a boldness that only could be accomplished from years and years of training, a sureness in his every move, his mare comfortable in galloping with him… It was beautiful to watch. It was lovely being able to see such a bond between man and equine.

With her hair high on the top of her head, Katherine let herself relax into the water.

A swift breeze balanced the spring leaves from side to side high on the trees around her. The soft waves she was making by moving her slim arms around her leaped bringing her to the shore, just to throw her a little further. She wasn’t afraid of drowning, for she was an superb swimmer, - to her mother’s horror – as she looked around her, Katherine was only being careful not to get caught.

If she was to be honest, she wouldn’t mind. A smirk appeared in her features as she faced the horizon.

She wouldn’t mind the tiniest if someone showed up on her.

To see her naked in his lake.

Katherine could almost picture his astonished face. He forcing himself to not stare at her bare skin…

A devious glim shone on her irises.

She enjoyed herself for a little more time. And looking ahead she concluded it was indeed a breathtaking vision.

From afar, Elijah couldn’t agree more.

As per usual, he led Hope out of his private stables in intentions to ride the animal through the vast expanse of land his family possessed. It was routine. Elijah liked to appreciate the sundown from mounted in his beloved nag. It was also an excuse to ride near the Petrova’ state.

Not that he would ever admit that.

Still, he did it.

He had always known of Kathrine’s beauty.

Katerina for this was her birth name. She only insisted everyone called her otherwise.

The brunette had caught his eye years before. She’d been in every opportunity – against her mother’s wishes – entering equine competitions, passing by the town square, her horse dutifully – and out of love Elijah figured later – at her side. He had noticed all that. But then she was too young, he had also other priorities, being eldest to three siblings and the only responsible one no less, wasn’t an easy task.

His parents had died when in the sea. The bodies never found, and sometimes, Elijah cursed himself for thinking it was better that way.

Being transferred to him all responsibility for with the children, the company, the lands, even though Niklaus, Kol and Rebekah were young when it happened, Elijah knew his siblings wouldn’t be so alive and happy if their parents were still among the living.

Esther and Mikael were toxic, claiming love for their children when the truth of the matter was only status. Between four walls, they were distant, ruthless, violent…

So different from what appeared to be Katerina’s family.

Her younger sister, Elena, same age as Rebekah, was educated, well spoken, although shy. Elena and Katherine were like fire and water, still one could see the love it held their bond.

Their parents loving, always keeping in mind their daughters’ needs, be them monetary or more importantly, affectional.

And he had gathered all that from only one afternoon tea.

Elijah had also painted Katherine’s image into his brain, like a permanent picture, for when he was alone with his Hope, trotting his property, in a blink of an eye, he could see her.

So, imagine his surprise, when by the lakes, he blinks, and blinks again, only to see his muse neck deep into the dark water.

Her hair in a slopy updo over the crown of her head, the back of her neck shinning with droplets of water, he spotted her clothes by the shore, so he knew for a fact she was to be nude while relaxing into the water.

Good Lord.

It was the most gorgeous thing he had come to watch so far into his adult life. Also, the wrongest.

Hope, sensing his distress, neighed and the sound alerted the brunette by the lake, making her turn around abruptly and almost lose her balance.

How come she hasn’t heard him approaching?

Was she that distracted?

“Pardon me, Katerina, have I frightened you?” still mounted Elijah moved closer to the shore and watched her eyes going from bulge to smart in only few instants.

“Not at all, my lord,” a little smile tucked in the side of her mouth, her hands still going about around her to keep her from submerse.

“I found it flattering you find my lands so amusing to entertain yourself,” he offered her his usual side smile and leaned his body forward, caressing his mare in the neck, as the animal bound her head down to chew on some turf.

“I will only consider you to be flattered, if you’d be kind enough to join me,”

Elijah fought his urge to jump from his horse right into the water. And by noticing this, Katerina let out a chuckle on his expense.

Devine.

Indeed, it was.

Now her shoulders came to view too, the tall man eye-followed the droplets as they descended her body to where they’d found the lake again. It was hypnotizing.

And wrong. He had to remind himself of that.

She was only a girl.

One that was Niklaus’ age, so not a peasant anymore.

And if the boldness on her look told him anything, Katerina knew exactly where she was going and how and…

The Heavens knew how many nights he had dreamt something similar.

Her wet from a bath into his pristine bed as they rolled beneath the sheets, him taking sounds of her that echoed through the walls, Katerina using his body as her personal saddle…

His neck was starting to grow red from imagining. His slacks crowded.

A strange noise averted both of them from their moment and that was when they saw the damage.

Hope had chewed on Katherine’s clothes.

The devil was out to play this afternoon it seemed.

For a moment Katherine was terrified. What was she to do? Come back completely naked to her home? Wait for the night to fall do to so?

But then, she realized. Either way it played out, she had to get out of the lake. To the land.

To the land where Elijah now had his foot on, trying to make Hope relinquish what was left of her clothes.

A knowing smile arouse from her features.

And when Elijah turned around in the lake’s direction, to inform Katerina that unfortunately, Hope had ruined her garments, he almost chocked out on his breath.

With his eyes aimed down, he caught her feet sinking in the wet earth of the shore, next he caught her legs, the olive skin followed all the way up to her tights and… he averted his eyes immediately, half shrugging to get off of his jacket, offering it to her, his body turned sideways, in all ways averting his sight from her frame.

Katherine gave him a raised eyebrow, even though he was looking away. Amused with the situation, she took the cloth, not without grazing their fingers. Catching up on his misery, she finally covered herself up in his piece of clothing, which was big on her, as to be expected. The brunette circled the jacket’s ties around her and when everything was into place, she took the pin securing her hair up to her head off. Cascades of cocoa ringlets fell down to her waist, showering her clothed shoulders in the process.

“You can turn around now,” came her voice informing him, a hint of mischief in her tone. Katherine knew all too well he desired her. Hell, most men did. Her luck was her father didn’t care for marrying her nor Elena right about now, which made suitors anxious and herself picky.

Although, Katherine had the feeling the thing her father really wanted was for her to marry into love, just as he had with her mother.

Which was probably never happening.

Katherine didn’t think she was bound to be with only one person ‘till the death did them part.

It was absurd, cliché, and intangible to her understandment, even though that was what was taught and expected of her.

Elijah slowly turned around to face the lady at his side. You could see in his face the embarrassment, Katherine caught humor to it and raised her eyebrow at him.

“Don’t be so nervous, Mr. Mikaelson,” she teased “I’m sure you’ve seen a lady in this predicament before,”

Not one that I wanted to intercourse so much, no.

Katherine kept her smile, yet shrugged and started to turn the other way when his voice sounded “where is it you’re going?” he inquired, his tone barely containing his disbelief, was she to walk in this condition back to her home?

“Back to my land,” she confirmed his suspicions.

He let out an incredulous sound “By foot? And ungarmented?”

“Want to offer me a ride, My lord?”

It was time for Elijah to shrug “As a matter of fact, I do, yes,”

“Of what kind?”

Elijah tried to convey his astonishment as her question poured down. He barely did.

He caressed the mane to his mare and looked up to the twilight approaching them.

“We’ll go by horse to my private stables, I’ll arrange clothes with my sister, so a carriage may take you to your lands,” he had it all figured out.

For the most part at least.

She nodded, her curls bouncing with the movement and once more, the eldest Mikaelson was kept hostage to her mannerisms.

She was enchanting, stunning in every way. His eyes locked with hers and for the briefest of moments, he swore the time stopped.

His nag emitted a sound and that made Katherine deflect her eyes from his and face his beloved companion.

“I assume this is Hope,”

Elijah nodded “Be careful, she doesn’t like people that are not myself,” the man warned and watched as Katerina walked closer to the animal, approaching it with sure hands although a feather-like touch.

For an instant, Elijah was cautious. Hope usually didn’t like human beings aside from himself. Not even his siblings had much luck praising the equine.

Yet, there she was, being petted by Katerina with no worry in the world whatsoever.

“Hey, girl,” he heard the brunette sweet-talking to his mare as she caressed her head. Her chocolate eyes shining in excitement by making a new friend. “She’s precious,” Katherine offered averting her eyes from Hope for only a second to face him, a sincere smile on her face.

“Indeed,” a thin smile adorning his face as he caught Hope’s dark orbs.

Traitor.

“Shall we?” he proffered extending his palm for her to take.

Katherine lightly deposited her hand above his, letting go from Hope hesitantly. Elijah helped her up, carefully aware that he was about to face parts of her he absolutely should not be facing and with tortured expression from his side and a sigh of relief she was mounted.

He followed suit and as he gripped the reins, alerting Hope of their departure, he felt Katerina’s hands hugging his midsection. He immediately stiffed.

She felt his stringent demeanor and justified “Just so I won’t fall,”

“Of course,” he cleared his throat. Their trot slow, Hope seemed to savor the day-ending vibe around also his misery, apparently.

“Are you always this quiet?” she questioned flipping her finger into his shirt.

Elijah felt his stomach drop in despair.

Katherine smiled wickedly as she felt him adjust himself in the saddle.

“I watched you ride the other day,” he initiated.

“So, Lord Mikaelson was spying on his neighbor?” she quipped with a smirk her hands still holding his shirt.

“As you so cleverly recalled, we are near in properties, nothing more natural than to catch a glimpse of each other once in a while, would you say?”

“Sometimes more than a glimpse,” her hands dangerously falling to his tights.

Elijah cleared his throat again, “why come all this way to bathe in the lake, without a horse no less, keeping in mind your own lands have also amazing natural pools?”

He felt Katherine shrugging behind his back and her hands pressing a little further up his tights as they passed unleveled ground.

He kept his hiss inside, although his blood was starting to leave his head, swimming south.

“I was hopping someone would catch me,” those hands of hers, coordinated by the devil traveled north.

“As well as in a game of sorts?” his question followed and he felt the tips of her hair in his back covered only by the thin cloth as she nodded “Someone you say?” Elijah could see his private stables from afar. Thank the Lord!

“You,” the tingle of her whisper in his ear made his air stuck inside and he briefly closed his eyes to savor her hands finding what she was teasingly searching until now.

“Although, once I capture you, the game comes to an end,” he reasoned gripping the reins just a little more forcefully, yet not making Hope gallop.

Katherine felt as his length shaped itself inside his slacks. Her hands massaging the thick flesh above the cloth, the heat pulsating in her palm.

She continued stroking him, listening to his ragged breaths ‘till they reached the stables entrance, it was only then he gently and almost regretfully removed her hand from his shaft, only to kiss her knuckles one at a time, before mounting off of and helping her down as well.

Once more their orbs locked, he looked at her deeply and exhaled, circling his arm around her thin waist.

“I can’t seem to let you leave,” he vociferated slow and almost inaudible. His forehead touching hers, her own orbs half opened as their breaths merged creating heat, a contrast to the brisk wind catching up around them. A smirk graced her face and he mirrored her expression.

“The game can be over for an instant,” she proffered only above a whisper, her lips almost touching his.

Elijah’s free hand cupped the side of her head, his thumb caressing her plump lips as he captured every aspect of her face inside his mind.

He wanted to cherish this moment for eternity, because he knew that once he advanced with what was in his thoughts there’ll be no turning backs.

Katherine leaned to his careful and adoring caress as she felt the hand circling her waistline left her, eyes recently closed, she was about to protest the lack of his touch when she felt his hand touch her inner tight.

Oh.

She felt as Elijah descended his head to kiss her neck, his hand moving to grasp her coffee ringlets as his other palm traveled north to find the juncture between her legs.

And oh how he didn’t need a compass.

Just as his fingers grazed her entrance she felt herself buckling up and letting out a sigh as she moved closer to his ministrations.

“Elijah,” her voice cut when he deposited a finger inside of her, his lips ravishing her collarbone now while moving his digit in and out.

Katherine encircled a leg in his waist, as he inserted another digit inside her core. She moaned in his ear and nibbled his lobe, air gushing ragged from her lungs as she rode his fingers.

Elijah listened to her approval and nipped on her neck as she used his fingers as saddle, the feeling of her inner walls pulsating in his hand was amazing, the wind cutting through the night air a contrast to their heated skin. He lapped his tongue out of his mouth to taste her sweat as he inserted a third digit. Katherine’s hands hugging his upper back, her fingernails scratching through his shirt as she went up and down on his fingers.

His grunts in seeing her getting herself off that way turned out groans as he started to trust his fingers faster while his hips did the same, a bit of frustration for his member was cloistered inside his pants.

With a loud moan, it could be considered a shriek, she came crushing his digits and melting into his palm. Her juices running down his hand, their foreheads glued together once again. He noticed as the moonlight came out, her cheeks were flushed, her hair a little more tousled, he knew he couldn’t be much different from that.

Elijah observed her as she slowly opened her eyes at him and the glim inside promised him that this night wasn’t over just yet, for she jumped ahead and engrossed their lips together, pulling out a moan from him.

Elijah took both her legs apart and wordlessly commanded her to wrap them around his middle, as she did, while he moved them inside the stables.

Hope had long found her cubicle, Elijah couldn’t be certain, even less so with Katerina ravishing his neck with open mouthed kisses and sharp bites taking hisses out of him.

“We should stop,” he tried and reasoned with the exquisite beauty between languid kisses.

Katherine moved her face away from his for only a second and looked down between them.

“Someone down there doesn’t agree,” she pointed out the obvious pressing of his penis against his pants.

He followed her look and soon averted his eyes to lock them into hers once again that night.

“Katerina,” he started and moved his nose to her ear nuzzling and giving her lobe a bite that earned him a lazy gridding. “I want more than anything to take you here and now, although the first time we do this, it should be-“

“Stop analyzing things, Elijah,” she cupped his head in her hands as she moved it away from her neck. “I really do want to be here, with you, right at this moment,”

He offered her a small smile and leaned forward to deposit a kiss in her mouth, one she responded fiercely, biting his lower lip, making him moan.

Right in that moment, Elijah chose to believe in her words and take them to heart, forgetting the world outside and the problems they would face if caught, the man backed her up to the nearest stall, ravishing her neck in the process, his teeth lightly leaving love bites in his descending to the valley between her breasts, her moans echoing in the stable, the night sounds long forgotten by them.

Katherine pulled the hairs in the base of his neck as his hot mouth found her right breast, her head fell back to the wall when he thrilled her nipple between his delicious lips, she could already feel the moisture inside her thighs, the pulsation in anticipation. Elijah was mesmerized by her curves, he wanted to kiss every inch of this minx inside his arms, at the same time, he couldn’t wait to consummate what he was working to, because the need for being inside of Katherine was already leading him to madness.

Elijah fumbled with his jacket she wore and stopped when the garment touched the stable’s ground.

She was flawless.

Toned legs, hips sinuous like a high tide river, breasts full and now red from his ministrations, long coffee curls descending down her back, part covering her shoulders. Her doe eyes glistened with desire, he figured his would be just as much lustful, his gaze was glued on hers as she approached him and grazed her fingers through the fabric of the shirt he was wearing.

“Katerina,” came his whisper as he half closed his eyes feeling her opening up the buttons to his clothes.

Katherine leaned up and closed the distance between them, gracing his mouth with her tongue and lips, her teeth nibling on his lower lip as her fingers kept working on undressing him. Elijah’s clever hands moved to her hips, running up her back, ghostly feather touches pulling out goose bumps from her as Katherine gripped his forearms, her nails digging in his recently exposed skin, but only for so long, her hands didn’t delay unbuttoning his pants long.

Elijah grinded in her as she worked the garment out of him, his moan loud in the ambient when her digits came in contact with his rock-hard member.

Their breaths coalescing as they resumed kissing, this time harder while Katerina handled his long length, moistened by pre-cum.

Elijah pulled her hair, making her arch her body to him, her mouth praying his name, as he stopped her hands movement, for he would explode if she kept going.

Katherine opened her eyes, lustful bliss inside her chestnut pools, a bold smirk featuring as he properly got rid of his clothes and silently led her to another stable corner, where one could see a makeshift bed.

“Usually, I spend the nights here when Hope’s unwell,” he offered, his hand clasped in hers, as both naked bodies moved near the bed.

Katherine shot back a genuine smile at him. It warmed her heart knowing he valued his mare companion at such lengths.

She was to walk to the bed when his hand moved to her wrist and pulled her into his arms. Elijah moved her hair out of the way and stared at her face as if she was the most amazing thing he’d ever laid his eyes upon.

And she was.

Katherine leaned her face into his palm.

“I want you to be sure,” his voice low, a trembling edge to it. By now Elijah figured she wasn’t a virgin, such was her expertise into these matters, still he waited for her allowance.

It didn’t come with words, as she lightly pushed him to the bed, a knowing smile showing in both their faces.

Elijah’s back collided with the poorly arranged mattress as he marveled with worshiping eyes while she mounted his hips. Her head descending in his chest, her teeth biting, her tongue appeasing it. Elijah’s hands moved to her butt-cheeks squeezing there and making her moan in his lower stomach.

Katherine felt his lava-like skin, burning with desire just as her own, she couldn’t wait for the time to taste him. And taste him she did.

Her resourceful tongue licked his head taking the pre-cum there, and leading in to its base, swirling her tongue in the process taking a loud moan out of him, followed to a groan and her name sighed breathless.

Elijah was being led to another reality with her sweet lips devouring him in the most heavily of ways, yet he lightly pulled her hair again to guide her mouth to his own and position his penis near her core.

The eldest Mikaelson locked eyes with her as she sank into him.

Her head bent backwards with a sigh of satisfaction as Elijah made the first move inside of her.

“Elijah!” her exclamation followed when he took almost all of him off her to thrust it all in with force.

His hands moved back to her hips again as she slowly started ridding him.

Her own personal human saddle, she thought with a smirk as she watched Elijah’s eyes never leave her figure up and down on his hips.

Her breasts bouncing as well as her hair, were hypnotizing Elijah. His eyes never left Katerina, he tried and keep his eyes wide open in the poor lit cubicle, although for moments he saw himself so engrossed into the sensations Katherine was giving him, he just couldn’t not close his orbs and moan her name like an entreaty, his hips moving up in the same rhythm she was sinking, creating the perfect friction.

Elijah couldn’t help but admire how her body bounced as she rode, he smirked with the thought of being her nag, for her could forevermore mount him in all hours of the day and night, for that matter.

Katherine moans started to grow louder and shirker as she got closer to her climax. Elijah’s short nails digging onto her hips as he fucked her harder and faster, he too was close.

Their skin was sleek and glistened into the low light coming from candles above, Katherine felt her orgasm building up in the pit of her stomach, her toes tingling with the familiar sensation and her breathing ragging. With Elijah’s name on her tongue she came down, feeling a horse-race rush run through her as she continued to feel Elijah’s shaft explore her insides purposefully as he sought his release as well.

He closed his eyes as he felt her walls clench him hard, breathing out while still pounding in her for instants ‘till his vision blurred and his body started to energize welcoming the familiar sensation of deliverance.

Katherine collapsed above him, covering his chest with her body, his shoulder with her chocolate drapes as she tried and caught her breath after such activities.

Elijah caressed her back lightly, his digits barely touching her damp skin.

He looked down and watched as she moved her orbs to face him, her arms laced together squeezed between his upper chest and her chin.

The sated smile she gave him made he smile back at her. His hands moving to adjust her hair behind her ears affectionately.

She didn’t say anything, neither did he.

And in a couple of minutes both were contently asleep.

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Elijah felt the sunrays in his skin and heard the birds shirking outside.

How come…

Then he recalled last night’s events and smiled with himself.

By himself.

Elijah leaned up in his elbows to look around the stable. Only Hope was there, in the far corner, still asleep.

Katerina was nowhere to be found.

Neither were his clothes.

Elijah got up startled and looked around the cubicle, the other stalls, but found none of his garments.

Adamant he felt a smile appear in his features. She had taken his clothes and abandoned him in the ungodly hours of the day, leaving him with no option but to chase her.

And chase her he would.

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scruffyssketchbook · 4 years

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what are the relationships between each of the pairs of twins? as in, John to Dawn, Daisy to Roger, Chiki to Al, etc and viceversa. Aka, how do they feel about each other?

Author chan: hmm, well Vay and Blizz- Blizz loves Vay and has a strong brotherly attachment to him and his well being, and openly shows this. Tends to use the “tough love” approach, which, tbh, annoys the heck out of Vay. Meanwhile, Vay is usually cold and distant to Blizz, but deep down, unknowist to him, has a huge soft spot for him. Blizz: What I feel about Vay? *smiles brightly* He’s my bro! I love em! He has some issues he needs to work on, and has been through a lot, and I just wanna support em and see him grow! Vay: ...Blizz? *Vay Pauses, thinking* ...He’s always nagging at me to do things like talk to the all the evil eevees in our brotherhood (Vay thinks all Icedrops are evil) and is never around when I need someone. He only approaches me when he is bored and is a massive idiot. *he turns away, annoyed* ... I just. keep having flashbacks to how things were before he lost his memory. I want that Blizz back.

John and Dawn- They were close as kits, along with Oliver, but as time went on, they drifted apart. John is not exactly the most interesting vee, and both of them are always busy. She has a closer relationship to Oliver at this point, but doesn't notice. John: How.. I feel about Dawn? .... I wish she’d talk to me more, I guess. But I understand that she doesn’t have time for me... *he sighs, sadly.* Dawn: John? Oh! Me and him are thick as thieves, haven't seen him in a while, I wonder how he is doing.

LKD- Kevin is usually the one who cares about both of his brothers openly. Levin doesn't see how much he needs both of them,and tends to take them for granted. Devin has a very wild and sporadic imagination, and that tends to make the other two shut his ideas and thoughts down, a lot. So, despite liking his bothers, he usually feels inferior around them.

Levin: Kevin’s fine, I guess. Devin’s also fine, I guess. Dunno what else you want me to say ‘bout ‘em. Kevin: ...Levin.. seems distant. I cant have a decent conversations about emotions with him. And Devin kinda seems like he doesn’t want to do the things we do. *sighs* I worry about them both. Devin: ... Kevin is nice. He l-listens to me an’ stuff... AN’... Levin... *his ears droop* I dunno, I have a feelin’ he thinks I’m n-n-n *pauses and scrunches his face* NOT a big part of the team *he sighs in frustration*

Daisy and Rodger- Daisy and Rodger have a really close relationship. It wasn’t always as close as it is now, due to Daisy always going off with the bad crowd as kits, but after events happened, she started staying with him more. Ofc, their relationship isn’t perfect. Despite how bland he might look, Rodger has ambitions. He wants to be involved in the politics of the Eevee box more, and do something about the current very bad, terribly awful situation that the eevee box is in that I cant say, but. Dusk dismisses him, in favor of Daisy. And this makes him kind of super Jealous and does affect their relationship, tho, he doesn’t realize it. Daisy does realize it tho, cause its pretty obvious to everyone but him, and tries keeping him in the loop of the things that she does.

Daisy: Rodger... has helped me a lot recently... Like... he is the one who suggested I’d make a routine! and he has supported me a lot!! Despite me always worrying him... I! ...I... I always want to show my gratitude for him.. but I dunno how... Rodger: I... worry about her... a lot. One day, she walked up to me with this... haunted look in her eyes, with blood stains on her fur, and collapsed, saying that it was her fault over and over again... She hasn’t been the same after that, and wont tell me what happened... I know about the spy missions she went on, I know about the night her powers manifested, I know that she is Dusk’s favorite, but... I dunno... *he puts his head in his paws sighs* ... I’ll just try helping her the best that I can. She is my sister, you know? I want her to be happy. But, it kinda is clear that she was happiest before she evolved.

Mac and Jack- You know those super close twins that constantly impersonate and act like each other for fun? yeah, that’s them lol Mac: How I feel about Jack? Jack: Why do you want to know? Mac: Do you want a snack? Jack: Or play in a big show? Mac: Maybe if we talk Jack: it’ll be a bit clearer Mac: But that would mean Jack: You’d have to come a bit nearer

Mike and Tike- They are really, REALLY close. The two have been through a lot, despite appearances, and Mike does everything for Tike to be happy. They are like best friends, it seems one sided on the outside, because Tike is always the one jabbering to Mike with bearly any reply, but when they are alone, they both talk sa whole bunch to each other. Their care for each other rivals the care Blizz has for Vay and Eve tbh. Mike: ... Tike: Eh? How I feel ‘bould ol’ Mike? He’s da best bro evah! Don’t take his silence as a bad thin’, Yo He iz just not uh talker, well shiiit, dude talks ta me, just not everybody else. Mike iz strong, he beats up those mad stupid greenpaw wimps wif nahh questions asked tight like. ah bet you'd wants uh bomb bro like him cause he iz just dat tight dude. Like when he wuz getting picked on fo' his teef, guess what? Bof o' us beat up all dem asses! naw-BODY gonna pick on ma mckin' bro! n' dude be da one Who the fuck thought o' da bodyguard scam! like, awww, sho, we's cant "hit" eevees normally, but if we provided protection n' they couldn't pay us, then yeah biatch! We's gots free reign ta muq dem up! plus, Plus, we's can muq up dem fools beating down on our clients too. Mike also gots us into being bomb buds wif LKD! We be so tight now!

Chiki and Al- Barely have a relationship. Their personalities are so opposite from each other and they never formed a bond with each other as kits due to their opposing natures. They treat each other as just litermmates, and to their knowledge, that is what they are. Not twins, just littermates.

Chiki: Al...? Ah! He’ my littermate! We worked together as nurses for a while, but we are not close. ^^ Al: ... She’s nice enough... I guess.

Noriko and Dario- Still in development...

Ren, Gwen, and Ben- Still in development, BUT! Are very, VERY close.

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not-so-innocent-bi-sander · 5 years

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Jordan’s Judgments

So... I came up with my own sides a long while ago, but thanks to @ironwoman359 and an anon, I decided to finally just say screw it and finish them up.

So I have a core four, and two ‘other’ sides. And i’ll stick it all under a cut because... I dunno. Feels right. Side note (heh, side) - I used This Picrew and This Dollmaker, as well as the Sims 4, but the one dollmaker i used so long ago that I couldn’t find a link for it unfortunately. I also have officially cosplayed them - Here

Ok, so my core four - Assertiveness - Harley - (they/he)

They’re the source of my confidence and my ‘screw it, let’s just do it’ attitude. The side who usually just looks at the others like “Why is this even a problem?” “Just go!” “Just ask!” “Just try!” And generally it works. Bullheaded and stubborn, but in combination with the other sides is pretty much the driving force between any activity getting done. Works well with the other core sides, but the other sides in combination with them can cause issues. __

Compassion - Madeline (she)

Cares so much about her people, wants to make sure everyone is taken care of. The one who remembers everyone’s favorite color, birthday, allergies, and general preferences for most things so that when planning comes up she can make sure that the answer that is reached suits everyone. Always here for a hug. The closest thing there is to a shy trait, definitely softer than the others, but none of them are shy. __

Imaginative - Olive (she/they)

Most energy, bouncy, has waaaay too many ideas and can’t stick to one for long. Every so often a single one will stick and it’s all she can focus on and if we don’t do something about it we aren’t going anywhere else. Colorful, definitely thinks that wearing teal means teal eyeliner is the way to go. Friendly and happy, even if the ideas we’re working with aren’t happy or friendly. She has a lot of fun coming up with things but generally doesn’t think about how others might react to them, and is almost always surprised when people think her cute ideas are cute or her sad ideas are sad. A little out of touch, but means well. __ Reason - Adrian (they)

Tired. So tired. Generally feels like they’re herding cats with the others, and just tries to keep everyone moving forward and explain how things need to to go to make them actually work. Thankfully, everyone else is aware that they need to be involved in pretty much every decision made, and are almost always willing to get the go ahead before acting. __

The Other Sides - don’t show up all the time, pop in when the situation calls for it, or just randomly when it’s inconvenient. __ Depression - Briar (she/they/he)

Really the only one who can stop Assertive/Harley in her tracks, or calm Imaginative/Olive down to the point of zero contribution. Doesn’t mean to, but generally just drains the energy from the room. Wants to sit still and do nothing in particular. Thankfully can usually be distracted by simple calm activities - phone games, enjoyed shows. Only gets really bad under extreme stress or difficulty, and just wants to get everyone to slow down for a little while and rest, but goes harder than intended. __

Slighted - Devin (he/they)

Also known as “Salty.” Often takes things as personal attacks, easily annoyed or frustrated. Reason/Adrian and Compassion/Olive can usually calm them down, but him and Assertive/Harley can definitely be far too volatile a combination. Can sometimes forgive and but does not forget, will always be that voice who says “Well remember what they did to you before.” Very difficult to change their opinion. __

So yeah. There we go, I guess?

#my sides #Jordan's Judgments #sanders sides

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thesportssoundoff · 4 years

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A Dumb Draft Exercise

It's a Friday night and we're all locked in so I decided to do something a touch different. I took the current NFL draft order and then looked up the last five NFL drafts (2015-2019) to see who was picked at spots. Using the teams as they stand after one long (and it feels it) week of free agency, I picked ONE player selected at that set position to try and do a retro draft. Each team picked ONE player picked over the last five years at that specific spot (so at 1 overall, you could only draft 1st overall). How different would your favorite team look? Welll.....

1. Cincinnati- QB Kyler Murray (2019)

The first round picks of the past five years consist of four QBs (Jameis Winston, Jared Goff, Baker Mayfield and Murray) alongside premiere edge rusher Myles Garrett. As is often the case with top pick QBs tasked with saving bad franchises, each becomes less and less attractive as the years go by and they hit the ceiling of "damn good but not quite franchise saver" over and over. I went with Murray because while I think Goff is vastly underrated by most fans, Murray's got the ability and personality to drastically change an organization that feels like it's been hankering for a chance over the past five years. Murray was one of the NFL's brightest stars last year and figures to only improve, especially if you put him under the watchful gaze of an offensive guru (of sorts) in Zac Taylor.

2. Washington- DE Nick Bosa (2019)

Was REALLY torn with Carson Wentz and Nick Bosa for the Redskins. There's a lot of dead-ish weight here with Mitch Trubisky and Marcus Mariota and while Saquon may be the best player in theory, no team needs to take a running back in the top 5 (or in the first round at all). Assuming the Redskins are truly comfortable with Dwayne Haskins then taking Nick Bosa and pairing him up in the front four along with the likes of Montez Sweat, Matt Ionidis and Daron Payne would probably be a formidable ass crew. Basically the Chase Young strategy.

3. Detroit- DE Joey Bosa (2016)

How about the Bosa Bros going back to back! One would assume tht if the Lions wanted a QB, they're GOING to have their pick of the proverbial litter on the back end. After all after Cincy, they'll have Tua, Herbert and Love at their disposal if taking a QB so amuses them. Instead operating under the belief that the Lions feel comfortable with Stafford for MAYBE one more year, it leaves us to choose from Joey Bosa, Solomon Thomas and Dante Fowler. Bosa is likely on his way to a multiple pro bowl career while Thomas may just grade out as average and Fowler is on his third team now. Easy choice if ya ask me.

4. NY Giants- WR Amari Cooper (2015)

The Giants would be picking from a variety of offensive players; two of which are current Dallas Cowboys. You have Amari Cooper, Zeke Elliott, Leonard Fournette on offense and then Denzel Ward at cornerback as pretty much your only other option. Give me Amari Cooper as he'd immediately step in and make an offense consisting of Daniel Jones, Barkley, Golden Tate and a two tight end threat of Evan Engram and Kaden Smith a pretty damn formidable one.

5. Miami- OLB Bradley Chubb (2018)

This WOULD be easy in theory. Cornerback Jalen Ramsey would've been a FINE choice here but the Dolphins have Xavien Howard and Byron Jones on the back end. With Jalen Ramsey out of the picture, you have an interesting linebacker in Devin White, a superb guard in Brandon Scherff and my selection Bradley Chubb. With so much locked in on the defense, Chubb (if healthy) steps in as an immediate premiere pass rusher. Barely edges out Brandon Scherff. BARELY.

6. LA Chargers- OG Quinton Nelson (2018)

Man! The Chargers would have their glut of talent to choose from if they so desired. Want an elite strong safety? Jamal Adams was picked 6th in 2018. Want a QB to groom and develop? Daniel Jones went here in 2019. If you want a flexible havoc inducing DL piece? Leonard Williams in 2015 went 6th overall. Ronnie Stanley is a pretty damn good tackle as well. Quinton Nelson is a top 3 guard in just two seasons and figures to continue to improve. It's not a premiere position for a lot of people but Nelson bucks the trend.

7. Carolina- QB Josh Allen (2018)

Funny bit? We have two Josh Allens here as Josh Allen from Wyoming and Josh Allen from Kentucky both went 7th overall. Both would be tremendous picks given the Panthers needs (an elite edge or a QB). Deforest Buckner finally hit on his potential and got paid paid for it as well, fitting in interestingly here as a potential flexible front line piece. The Panthers just paid Teddy Bridgewater relatively big time money but if you have the chance to take a really athletic strong armed QB who has shown strides in two seasons, you should do it. Imagine Allen throwing it to the likes of DJ Moore and Christian McCaffery.

8. Arizona- RB Christian McCaffery (2017)

THIS one was hard given the lack of obvious options. Do you need more receiving options? If so TE TJ Hockenson was picked 8th. Christian McCaffery is probably the best player at this spot but again, running backs and top 10s and etc etc etc. Nuke Hopkins, Larry Fitzgerald and Christian Kirk are on paper a superb trio of WRs and you also have Kenyan Drake at RB. Vic Beasley is a good pass rusher who has sort of lost his way as a player (hence the one year prove it deal). Give me McCaffery I guess. I think he'd do wonders in Kingbsury's offense and I suppose you can make he and Drake work together. That's why head coaches get paid.

9. Jacksonville- OT Mike McGlinchey (2018)

There's not a lot of obvious fits for a tanking team like the Jaguars. DT Ed Oliver would be intriguing but I have no idea how he fits in with the Jaguars defense. The likes of Leonard Floyd (recently released), Ereck Flowers (failed tackle turned kinda failed guard), John Ross (oft injured speedster) are other options. Lastly there's Mike McGlinchey who was starting at right tackle for the Super Bowl 49ers. The Jaguars have spent picks at both tackle spots but McGlinchey is better.

10. Cleveland- QB Patrick Mahomes (2017)

Fuck. Would the Browns even with Baker Mayfield flirt with taking Patrick Mahomes? Who cares. Mayfield can be traded. If you have the chance to grab the best QB in the NFL, you do it. Easy peasy.

11. NY Jets- CB Marshon Lattimore (2016)

This one came down to Lattimore or Minkah Fitzpatrick. Fitzpatrick can do so much across a secondary and his swiss army knife toolset was amplified in a Pittsburgh secondary that left to his devices where he could roam free and fuck shit up. On the other hand, Marshon Lattimore represents one of the NFL's rare commodities; a star shutdown cornerback. Plus with Marcus Maye and Jamal Adams tie up the safety spots pretty well.

12. Las Vegas- QB Deshaun Watson (2017)

The Raiders are openly flirtatious with moving on from Derek Carr. Deshaun Watson would step in and be a massive upgrade. There's also not much here either given how 90% of the players are DL and the Raiders have plenty of names and faces they like there. Maxx Crosby, Maliek Collins, John Hankins and Clelin Ferrell to name a few.

13. San Francisco f/IND- OG Laremy Tunsil (2016)

Take the 49ers OL with Joe Staley, Mike McGlinchey and Laken Tomlinson and then slide in Laremy Tunsil at RG. That's an absurd OL. There also weren't many options to really delve into either depending on how you feel about Da'Ron Payne and Vita Vea.

14. Tampa Bay- DE Marcus Davenport (2018)

Pick 14 over the past five years is a bit of a dry spell unfortunately. The best player on the list is DeVante Parker and the Bucs clearly have a collection of damn good WRs. Shaq Barrett and JPP are in place for 2020 but could the Bucs use Davenport as a third rusher and move him inside on pass rush downs. Not a lot of good ideas here unfortunately.

15. Denver- RB Melvin Gordon (2015)

Easy peasy! I mean Denver just signed him! That's a bit of a cheapie but let's keep with it. Gordon fitshere (and nobody else does).

16. Atlanta- LB Tremaine Edmunds (2018)

Edmunds with Deion Jones? Sign me up! The only other option that makes sense here is Marlon Humphrey at corner which would be an equally fine pick.

17. Dallas- S Derwin James (2018)

Given that Arik Armstead and John Allen would be 3-technique types in this defense, it makes sense we would ONCE again look at the safety market! Yay! The Cowboys scheme in 2018 apparently didn't like Derwin James as much as the media thought they did but this is a brand new scheme and a new way to play. Derwin James would edge out Keanu Neal (who BTW when healthy is an amazing safety) by virtue of being more of the chess piece the Cowboys need.

18. Miami f/PIT- C Ryan Kelly (2017)

Again there's a glut of corners here but the Dolphins have their fair share. As such, turn your attention over to a glut of centers---who they also just signed a guy for. Ryan Kelly is a pro bowl center though and you can make exceptions for that.

19. Las Vegas f/CHI- LB Leighton Vander-Esch (2018)

One of the better linebackers in the NFL prior to his neck injury, LVE was a friggin' elite athlete who could still redefine what NFL linebackers look like. His defensive coordinator is there as well (as the DL coach) and I bet Gruden would love his leadership and his ability as an off ball linebacker. This one is easy enough.

20. Jacksonville f/LAR- TE Noah Fant (2019)

The Jaguars are in the midst of a rebuild of sorts but unfortunately there's no immediate building block pieces at 20. It came down to Frank Ragnow (a versatile OL with upside) or Noah Fant and I opted for tight end Noah Fant since Minshew could use a reliable safety blanket. Assuming Fant can control his drops of course.

21. Philadelphia- WR Will Fuller (2016)

The Eagles could REALLY use some targets for Carson Wentz. Last year in clutch games they were relying on JJ Arceaga-Whiteside and Boston Scott for targets outside of their tight ends. Wouldn't have a problem going with FS Darnell Savage either who also went at 21.

22. Minnesota f/BUF- DE Bud Dupree (2015)

I don't know if the Vikings NEED an edge but even if they don't, there's really no options here. Josh Doctson was a flop in Washington, Charles Harris was a flop in Miami, Rashaan Evans plays the same spot as their glut of damn good linebackers and Andre Dillard is an unproven tackle for Philly to this point. Hit or miss here.

23. New England- Isaiah Wynn (2018)

I mean they drafted him here. Easy enough. Although would they take TE Evan Engram all things being equal?

24. New Orleans- WR DJ Moore (2018)

The Saints did grab Emmanuel Sanders but DJ Moore, Sanders and Michael Thomas is a whole different world of WR depth. There's also pretty much nobody else here worthy of snagging either.

25. Minnesota- WR Marquise Brown (2019)

HOLLYWOOD! The Vikings just traded away Stefon Diggs and could use an infusion of playmaker at their WR spot to help assist their TE room, Dalvin Cook and Adam Thielen. Marquise Brown would give Kirk Cousins a souped up version of Jamison Crowder; a WR-3 he relied heavily on in Washington.

26. Miami f/HOU- DE Montez Sweat (2019)

So the Dolphins have signed a lot of DE and we also gave them Bradley Chubb earlier BUT Montez Sweat is going to terrorize the NFL for the next 5-10 years and so he and Chubb combined? That's big time pass rush. Also, again, not much to really select from here either.

27. Seattle- CB Byron Jones (2015)

If you drew up a make and model for a Seahawks DB? It looks like Byron Jones. Byron just got paid big time money by Miami It's Byron vs Tre White and Byron fits the mold a bit better. Could also see Seattle liking Kenny Clark. Lots of good defensive players at 27.

28. Baltimore- OG Laken Tomlinson (2015)

Let Tomlinson battle it out with the interior OL the Ravens have currently. There's really not much here, it's either Tomlinson or DT Jerry Tillery.

29. Tennessee- TE David Njoku (2017)

Funny story, the 2016 1st round pick here was forfeited via deflategate. With just four names to choose from (and not really much to talk about either way), the Titans take David Njoku. Njoku has struggled with his role in Cleveland and the Titans do have some solid tight ends already in place but Njoku would be a pretty nice flier. Most of the guys here at 29 are just not good unless you're a Taven Bryan truther.

30. Green Bay- LB TJ Watt (2017)

And Cowboys fans across the globe shudder in horror. Yes, the Packers have two really good DEs in the Smith brothers. There's nobody else here who comes remotely close to the pure value TJ Watt has. Let him rush from the left side and rack up the sacks. You can figure it out somehow I figure. Let Preston Smith play 3-tech or something!

31. San Francisco- LB Reuben Foster (2017)

On one hand, the less said about Foster the better. On the other, there's really nobody else here who would come close. Unless you're a Germaine Ifedi fan?

32. Kansas City- DT Malcolm Brown (2015)

For any other team in any other league, this is Lamar Jackson. The Chiefs are really set at QB for the next 10-15 years so we'll have to take a pass. Instead Malcolm Brown is pretty much the only other really good value play. Big thumpy 1-tech/nose tackles are usually found later on in the draft but Brown is a good one and the Chiefs truthfully don't need much else either.

#NFL #Draft #Thought exercise #fuckin' around

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holding-on-to-smoke · 11 months

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Zesty Andy is my favorite Andy.

#imagine #emo #metalcore #andy oliver #andrew oliver #andrew oliver imagine #andy oliver imagine #i see stars #iss #i see stars imagine #electronicore #devin oliver #zesty

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pattonsfam-ily · 6 years

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ooc: i just imagined Devin picking Ximena up and Coda picking Aaliyah up and walking into different rooms to get them away from each other while they were fighting and i can’t stop laughing lmao it’s just a really amusing and adorable visual

like Dev and Coda would look at each other and just know that’s what they’re both thinking and do it at the same time

and like they’re both a lot taller than the girls who are just angry and tiny lil things so they’d just yell and demand to be put down and sfdgkflj

pls tell me im not the only one that thinks this is cute lol i need to bring it up somehow -oliver

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twilightfics-blog · 6 years

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New girl <3 paul x reader

A/N: Hi!! this is my first every imagine. EVER. now dont think thats gonna change how i preform but i just wanna apolpgise if its not exactly in tip top shape if you know what i mean. This is a Paul Lahote Imagine because ive been obssessed with the twilight wolves lately and finally read EVERYTHING under the #. without futher ado.... please enjoy. feedback is a big help!

SUMMARY: So you're a wolf girl from Australia that moves to forks just because. where you meet your Imprint (Paul) and get in a whole bunch of trouble with the Vamps x (Y/N=your name)

WARNINGS: Strong Language!!!! I DO SWEAR A LOT!!

Y/N POV

My whole life i always felt kinda out of place , the black sheep i guess. emotions? emotions never really mattered to me and love? god i've had a love=bad mentality since i was 13.But then....i moved to America and it was like my whole life got turned upsidown and my face got bashed in my a brick....Paul-Fucking-Lahote made me love.....and let me tell you soul-mate or not its the best thing thats ever happened to me.

-2 months ago-

Finally after 3 painfully long flights and hours of driving im finally here. Finally in Forks , i've seen pictures online but wow , i was already in 6 feet deep just driving past the 'Welcome' sign. Techniacally i dont have an American lincense so lucky me gets to ride with the movers. the large truck pulled up to a cute little house in the woods , modern but it still had a vintage look about it surrounded by trees 'thats gonna be fun' i thought to myself refering to the easy forest access.

The movers generously helped me unload the truck and move my large funiture inside. i spent my first day in this town surrounded by beautiful nature indoors....yep yeepy to me , i actually got a lot done by about 1pm and i was just down to my last couple boxes with decor and clothing , i took a second to stretch my back and look around , i smiled to myself remenising in my georgious little home , my new life and fresh start 'i did it' i giggled 'i got out' i thought to myself before ending my little moment "im getting out of here" i spoke aloud before quickly touching up my hair and make-up in my hall mirror , grabbing my keys and joggging down the steps to my bike , putting my ear phones in and swinging my leg over the bike. i got into town completely astonished by the forest-town ratio , i was sure pulling my bike along the path i looked in awe like a kid in a candy store. i put my bike in a rack outside a random diner where i just ordered a burger and fries , shortly after i finshed eatin- stuffing my face i quickly paid and gracefully walked out of the dinner , i bumped into a group of kids-literally , around my age i wanna say , they looked stuck up as fuck , there were 2 girls that looked at me with huge smiles on their faces like there wasnt shit going on in the world and 2 guys who stared at me like i was their next meal......kinda creeped me out actually. "Ugh Hi im Kyle" the boy with bright blue eyes , pale skin and blonde hair said "and this is Devin , Amra and Brook" he pointed to each of his friends- Devin looked like trouble , black hair , brown eyes and pale skin , he wore this smug look on his face that boy id like to punch off. Then Amra who actually didnt look too bad , she didnt dress like the others and she looked kinda shy , fawn hair and blue eyes with olive skin. Then brook , ugh she had this awful red hair , not natural , legit red that was 100% done in her own bathroom she wore a 'fight me bitch' look. i got a couple awkward stares and soon realised why "oh shit" i whispered to my self "Sorry im Y/N" i turned to leave but instead got pulled back by short "where ya from?" i turned back and awkwardy smiled "A-Australia" "Oh so you arent from here?" Devin spoke up no fucking shit im not from here , i took a deep breath so i seemed unannoyed by this boys idiotic comment "No , look i should actually be getting home" i say turned my head and pointing to the direction i needed to go "Well we were about to head to the beach.....you wanna come?" Kyle asked "Why?" i asked genuienly curious fiddling with my keys "Well I've never seen you before so you must have only just moved here , i thought maybe you'd wanna see the beach?" he smiled , i actually did wanna see it but did i really wanna go with some strangers? i bit my bottom lip and tilted my head considering it "yeah , alright" the whole group perked up especially the shy girl "Great! lets go!" Amra said in an accent , she want from here either i assue , i dont know why but that brought me comfort. -------- A couple hours have gone by since we arrived at the beach , the whole time i kept to myself not really knowing what to say to a group of strangers and luckily they just let me do my own thing...or so i thought. Soon the sun set and the group i was with had light a bon fire and they had gotten beer from somewhere , i noticed that Amra had started talking to me more , she was suprisingly easy to talk to , we had a similar sense of humour and got along great so we exchanged numbers. i was so caught up in my conversation with the shy girl that i didnt notice 1. that another group of people had showed up , about 5-6 boys that were just mucking around on the other side of the beach , i could almost smell a wolf but i convinced myself otherwise and 2. How close Devin had gotten to me , his leg was rubbing against mine and he was just starring at me. i scooted across the log to get away but he moved closer placing his hand on my thigh i nudged him away and tried to get back to my conversation with Amra but was taken away by Devins hand sliding onto my "area" , i turned and punched him hard , he fell off the log and held his bloody nose , i grabbed my shoes and made sure my keys and phone were in my pocket , i turned and started to walk towards the other group of people hoping that if Devin cased after me i could loose him through them. as i got closer to them id say a couple meters i stopped in my tracks , i looked at their matching tattoos , their similar dark tan skin and black hair , besides their obvious scent that i noticed....they were werewolves , a whole pack of them , i backed up slowly and it seemed they noticed me the same time i figured them out , obviously intimidated i continued to back up slowly , lets me real i cant take 6 male wolves at once , my eyes bounced around all of the growling boys who had all rised from their seats at this point , feeling overwhelmed with fear i started to panic , my breathing quickening 'i cant shift , not here' i thought , not only would the humans behind me would see but the pack would take it as a threat and definantly shift as well. no one said anything they just deathed stared me , i felt like i was getting smaller , i felt like my heart was trying to jump out of my chest. i broke eye contact from what i assume was their alpha , only he could intimidate me so much that i shift involentarily , my eyes move and lock onto a particular man , he was tall , muscular with deep brown eyes that made me melt , i felt all the panic leaving me and it was replaced this intoxicating feeling of warmth , i wanted so badly to be close to this man and i just couldnt bring myself to look away from his soft eyes , my knees felt weak and my heart throbbled everything i thought about love previously had vanished without a trace. it didnt take a genius to know that his friends were confused , they instantly looked at my figure , frozen in my place , they followed my line of sight to their friend , everyone seemed in shock and the little one coughed out a "holy shit" which was enough to snap me out of it , i took a deep breath and the one i leanred was paul did the same , i squinted my eye and rubbed my temples before looking at the boys staring back at me with goofy smiles , i started to panic again ' what if they wanna hurt me' repeated over in my mind and before i could get another look at my imprint i was running , i ran towards the parking lot and then realised i had no way of getting home , i stopped and looked to the sky "fuck!" i rubbed my head checking my pocket for my phone to call a taxi , i was shocked to find empty pockets "double fuck!" i heard a chuckle from behind me , i turned instantly to find my imprint standing inbetween 2 cars with my phone in his hand "looking for this?' he asked holding my phone up in the air , i swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to stand confidently but failed miserably , even in human form and low wine escaped my throat , he took a step foward holding my phone out "i wont hurt you" he said confidently "really? because just a minute ago your mates looked ready to rip my head off" he chuckled again , i couldnt contain my smile at the angelic sound "really , they cant hurt my imprint , pack rules" he said 'my imprint' quite nervously with blushed cheeks which made my heart melt in admiration for him "Imprint?" i said shyly he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows "you dont know wha-" i cut him off "i do , i juat dont know what im doing....now" he smiled "well im Paul" he extended his hand "i know" i said taking his hand , he smiled "im-" "Y/N" he cut me off , i nodded shyly , we retracted out hands and both looked to our feet blushing , i swayed my hips and and scrated my head as the guys behind paul giggled and made kissing noises , i look over to them nervously to find paul already death staring them , they shut up instantly and paul looked back at me "c'mon" he smiled , extending his hand for me to take , i nervously intertwined our fingers as we walked back to his group of friends , nervously hiding behind paul he intrduced me to his friends , paul pulled me out from behind him "guys this is Y/N" he said smiling and looking at me , i kept my gaze on my feet "Y/N , this is Jared , Embry , Seth , Sam , Quil and Jacob" he said pointing to each of them individually , i nodded and bit my bottom lip nervously as each boy smiled at me.

THE END

A/N: i so sorry this actually a piece of shit lmao

#paul lahote imagine #twilight #lahote #twilight imagine #la push #werewolves #wolves #seth clearwater #leah clearwater #embry call #mates #paul lahote fi

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vagabondretired · 6 years

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Ollie Ollie in NRA free... Imagine the thought process that went into the decision to elevate one of the most notorious criminal actors in modern Republicanism to a top spot in the National Rifle Association. Oliver North, for you youthful types, was a central figure in the Iran-Contra scandal, a Reagan administration scheme to smuggle arms to Iran in violation of American law, funneling the secret proceeds to Nicaraguan rebels—also in violation of American law. He was convicted for destroying evidence and obstructing the resulting congressional inquiry, convictions which were overturned after courts ruled that Congress had given him immunity from those prosecutions. For these acts of treason, he was and is widely feted by conservative Reagan loyalists who believe that presidents and their White House staff members should be able to violate whichever of the nation’s laws they feel inclined to. So yes, that's precisely the figurehead the National Rifle Association needs: a man who betrayed his country, waving a gun around and demanding everyone else do the same. He’s a man who represents the new conservative celebration of lawlessness in service to Republican political power. What better spokesman for the National Rifle Association, a group devoted to the notion that their members may someday be obliged to not merely disobey the American government, but murder those that represent it? North will no doubt be soon joined by the pardoned Joe Arpaio, and half the Bundy Ranch gang, and each of the Russian hackers under indictment for 2016 propaganda efforts. It doesn't matter if you break the law, so long as it's in service to the conservative ideas of the moment. Perhaps Rep. Devin Nunes can join them as well, after he has done his level best to leak whatever aspects of the Russia investigation he can pry out of Justice Department leaders. They can have a big ol' gun-waving traitor party, the lot of them.

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dweebobeebo-blog · 7 years

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Closing time III- Gerard way

warnings; talk about being hit, yellling, crying. words;2442 pairing; Y/n x Gee & the babies master

being on tour with the guys is great, I mean at least I'm away from that hell hole, I called Paul and explained everything he said he was happy I'm out of there. I can't help but miss it though, they were my family even if they did bad things and weren't blood. I had heard from one of the other girls they're in for a couple years. And when I can come back I need to testify against them with the other girls. The girls who are thanking me for getting them out too.

I thought Gee and I were pretty close but I was just a lost cause he was trying to save and that's what he did, because now he hardly acknowledges me. Frank and Mikey still do a lot at that, they're like my best friends. Are my best friends and the only ones I have at that. Its late night and I can't sleep. Tonight I keep having dreams of Cody and Devin, when they were in good moods they were fun they took us shopping a lot they thought we were siblings but that's not the only thing bothering me the whole Gerard ignoring me since we left is. I wonder what I did. Figuring I won't get any sleep tonight, I grab a drink and my newly picked up habit smoking. And go outside of the bus sitting on the concrete. I lean against the bus, sighing at the cool air that hits me the beautiful sky seems to warm me somehow. Since I met the guys, at night i connected the stars with Gerard, he saved me he gave me hope and warmth, now I just get that from the stars

"Hey, whatre you doing out here?" The voice snaps me from my trance, Frank and Mikey

"Can't sleep I guess" I sigh "you?"

"Hot inside there" mikey laughs "you okay? You seem a little zoned"

"Oh yeah just thinking Mikey don't worry" I nudge him when he sits down "kinda home sick"

"You're new to this is happens, tomorrow Mikey Ray and I will take you somewhere" frank says "anywhere you like"

"Ice cream and build a bear" I smile "I know I'm not twenty"

"We can all get matching black bears!" Mikey yells

"Yeeesss!" I giggle "thanks guys I needed a smile and a laugh"

"We figured as much,you seemed down" Mikey puts his arm around me and I lean my head on his shoulder "just looking out for yah"

"Thanks" I smile "I just feel like I shouldn't be here"

"Why?" Frank asks

"Im not sure" I lie "I'm gonna try to sleep again"

I kiss their cheeks and go back inside the bus, I've been choosing to sleep on the couch. I lay there for a while staring at the ceiling.

×× I woke up to someone laying on top of me,I groan and try to get them off me but they just laugh dammit frank, what time even is it

"Get off me Frankie" I groan

"Wake up it's noon we got plans remember!" He laughs "cmooonn you'll make Mikey and I cry "

"If I get up what do I get?" I giggle opening one eye "besides ice cream and a bear"

"Uhm" he makes a face, thinking hard I can see I start laughing "I don't know just get up I'll give you cake!"

"Finneeee" he gets off me and I get up and go get ready, I braid my hair and change into jeans and a hoodie I don't know who's hoodie it was looks like mikeys, I exit the bathroom and go jump on his back

"Ready?" He asks, I nod and we exit the bus, Gerard giving us looks since mikey still has me on his back, hey screw you dude you ignored me

"Forgot to tell you gee is coming too" Frank says

"Oh okay" I say, I get off Mikey's back and walk along side of them, looking at the ground not paying attention to where I'm going, I guess I read didn't because next thing I know I'm being grabbed

"Y/n! " Gerard, he pulls me back up onto the sidewalk when I look up I see a truck stopped and a bunch of other cars. I was about to get hit "you okay?"

"I'm fine. " I say, I move away from him and follow Mikey and Frank to the ice cream shop. Gerard comes beside me and whispers

"A thank you should be in order" he says into my ear

"I don't need to thank you I don't need your help and I didn't need your help! I was perfectly fine with devin and Cody. " I shout a little to loud Frank and Mikey turn to look at us, all three of them are shocked

"Are you saying you'd rather be back with them getting emotionally physically and mentally abused?!" He shouts

"Well it's better than this! That was my home they were my family! It may not have been good attention but they gave it to me!" I yell "just leave me the fuck alone"

I turn to walk back to the bus, we aren't that far from it so when I hear them yelling for me I break into a jog, I open the door a little violently Ray Bob and matt look at me

"You okay?" Ray Asks

"No. I want to go home. " I say they just look at me "home. Yes the home I was hurt in!"

"Hey hey you don't need to go back there" Ray stands you and hugs me "you're safe here okay"

"No no I don't want to be here Ray! I'm just a case you guys had to help and you did! I'm fine I don't want to be here" I cry really hard "I can't be here. "

"What happened? You were fine before you left with the guys?" Matt asks "did they do something?"

"No " I scoff "I just want to go home guys."

"You aren't going. We need you to stay y/n" Ray says rubbing my back "we all need you"

"You matt Ray Bob, Mikey and Frank may want me here " I say and shrug

"G- oh" Matt says "what's going on? I thought you two were close"

"I did too, but since we left he's ignored me, I was just a case y'all needed to help. He needed to help" I say " I was fine there, I miss it. "

"We'll get Mikey and Frank talk to him you go get some rest" Ray says, I nod and go lay down in the bunks I just chose one getting comfy and and falling asleep.

Being nudges constantly I finally give in and get up, groaning when I saw Mikey a wide grin on his face he motions me to follow him so I do. On the table is a ton of bags, I just look at them like what the fuck

"Guys what the hell did you do buy our the damn mall?" I ask, I was grumpy hungry and sleepy "seriously there better be food in that pile for y'all to wake me up"

"Frank order some food stat!" Mikey yells, I make a face "Gee where's the other bag we're missing it"

Gerard throws a bag at mikey, uhm a Victoria secret bag, who the fuck did they buy VS for. I went to God if they bought it for one of their girlfriends and wanted me to look at it and see if they would like.

"I swear to God I will turn into the devil" I crossy arms over my chest "if you guys got this for any of y'all girlfriends that I didn't know y'all three had, and want to check and if they would like I will fucking storm out if this bus"

"Calm down, woman" Gerard says, standing up grabbing the back and handing it to me "it's fucking yours"

"Bullshit. " I just glare at him

"It actually is, we figured no one ever went and bought you stuff to surprise you with, we showed a lady your picture and she helped pick it we said it was your birthday" Frank says "we got you a bear too to match Mikey's and some shoes and some clothes oh and makeup"

"What the actual fuck guys" I just look at them, Mikey makes me open the vs bag, nervous to see what they got me, to see some really pretty bras and panties and a sleep set

"Well?" Mikey says

"They're so soft and pretty!" I squeal "I've never gotten stuff from here"

"Really?" They all asks, I just nod "here open the rest"

They hand me all the bags I got for the build a bear one and hold it close to me smiling like an idiot they all laugh, some cute clothes, and a bunch of and tees. One really caught my eye, I didn't know how they knew I had like bring methe horizon or falling in reverse

"I wow thanks guys" I mutter "it means a lot thank you"

"Of course" Frank says "I mean you did stop off earlier Soo"

"Where's the food?" I ask "I'm hungry"

Just then a knock on the bus door makes us laugh as if on cue to me asking Gerard gets the food, he pays the guy and then sets it in front of me, I grin and take it out of the bag, chinese ugh thank the heavens

"Mmmmm" I groan, and start eating "so good"

"Apparently" Ray laughs "don't jizz yourself"

"Only my fingers can do that" I remark "or of someone else trys"

"Woah okay" Mikey says " who knew you had such a dirty side I wanna see it"

"Mikey shut up" Gerard says "you'll only see it in your dreams, just like the rest of us"

"Hmm no I think there's one or two of you all who could see it" I giggle wanting to piss him off because he told his brother to shut up

"Who is it" Ray asks wanting to know "I know it ain't me but I wanna know who'd sleep with"

"Frank.... And" I smirk at Gerard they all look at me "Mikey"

"Hah fuck you gee" Mikey laughs reay hard "wait does that mean you want a three some?"

"Ew no, but I would sleep with you two, separately of course" I laugh

"I'm pretty sure there's another one" Frank smirks at me I flip him off "I'm gonna say it's none of us but Oliver Sykes or Ronnie radke"

"Holy shit Ronnie by far, could you imagine him in bed?" I moan "like holy shit and his arms.."

"Okay woah there calm down" Frank laughs "I didn't know you liked him that much"

"Fuck off Frankie" I pout "but that wouldn't happen, I'm pretty sure you two would he the only to sleep with me"

"Why?" Mikey says, I shrug "I mean you never know until you tell that person"

"No I just know they wouldn't I'm to much for them why would they want me" I shrug again " I've never really slept with anyone consensually"

"What?" Frank snaps "you?"

"No I mean I'm a virgin" I mutter, I put the rest of the food up and go outside, pulling my cigarettes out of my pocket I sit down on the concrete.

"You okay?" Gerard. I don't look at him I just nod "you're lying"

"I'm fine, you don't need to help me anymore," I sigh "I think I'm gonna go home" .

"Why?" He sits next to me

"I just want to" I say "thanks for all the stuff but you can take it back I don't need it. I have a place to stay when I get back"

"You're not leaving" he says "I don't care if you have a place to stay you're not leaving"

"Stop it, stop acting like you care Gerard" I say " you've ignored me since we left why all the sudden are you so interested"

He doesn't say anything, that was my answer I throw my butt down and step on it, going in I go to the back to grab my bag and throwing all my stuff in it I grab my phone and book a flight for an hour. Happy I had clothes on that I had already had,I grab my charger and other stuff and walk out

"Thanks for the stuff guys but I can't take it. I don't need it" I say "give it to charity or take it back. I'll miss you guys" .

I just wave and walk off, not even paying any mind to gerard calling my name, when I get to the sake intersection I almost got hit at I hail a cab, when I get in he looks at me

"Where too miss."he asks

"Airport" I say my voice cracking, he nods and heads towards the airport, I start crying once again. Second time today. When we get there I head in I look around for a little bit, sighing.

When I board, I sit down and look out the window being snapped from my thoughts from being poked and a cough, I turn around and see the guys

"What are you guys doing" I whisper yell "what the fuck"

"You aren't going anywhere with us darlin" Frank says "couldn't let you leave"

"And you forgot someone and some stuff" Mikey says

"What?" I ask "I got all my stuff and myself"

"That's not what we mean" frank laughs "don't worry we got all your clothes and your bear"

He pulls the bear from his backpack and hands it to me, I giggle and wrap my arms around him, then squeeze the bear to my chest, I smile as I let a tear roll down my face

"Sorry I just left that way" I say "I just don't feel right "

"It's okay, you'll stay with us at the house we have a room above the garage you can have time decorate your own it's pretty big" he says "we just want to look after you, per gees orders"

"What do you mean?" I ask

"He's like the leader. We pretty much do what he says" Frank chuckles, I nod "I think he cares for you more than he wants his little black heart too"

"He has a heart?" I laugh then cover my mouth Mikey laughs too "sorry.."

"He does, surprisingly " mikey laughs, I sigh and lay my head against the window

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