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tydye · 4 years ago

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Prince x Knight HunTy AU

Hunter is my friend’s ( @n3rdys1nger ) oc, Tyler is my own. This is one of my favorite aus so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3

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Tyler is left waiting in his secret garden in the other part of the castle no one ever goes to. No one besides Tyler, and recently Hunter. Hunter is a knight, not just any old knight though. He’s a visiting princess’s knight, a princess Tyler honestly should be meeting here instead, but if no one finds out it isn’t a problem right? Hopefully not wrong.

“ Prince Tyler?” A small cautious whisper sounded from behind a tree before Hunter was visible on the path. The knight’s face lit up as he saw Tyler, and he let out a breath of relief as he walked over to the shorter man. “ Oh thank god, I’m always worried I’ll find someone else instead of you one of these days.”

Tyler chuckled and stared up at the taller man fondly,” Let’s hope that’ll never be the case.” Then he held out a tall velvety red rose he’d been hiding behind his back. It was beautiful. “ I found this when I got here, it uh… reminded me of you. So I picked it and decided to give it to you, it has thorns so be careful, but you don’t have to take it! O-Only if you really want to, but also don’t take that as me trying to guilt you into taking the flower- Agh! Nevermind this was dumb, I should’ve just left the rose alone-”

Hunter quickly and carefully took the rose as he cut Tyler off with a quick kiss to his lips and then slowly pulled away a mere inch. “ Sorry, Your Highness. But you were rambling, and I do want the flower by the way. It’s gorgeous, just like your bright red cheeks right now.” Tyler just opened his mouth to close it and flusteredly looked away. Hunter chuckled and took the prince’s hand in his own leading Tyler to a nearby bench. “ So how was your day?”

Tyler smiled and began to talk to Hunter explaining some of his many princely duties as well as his very.. long time with the princess. Definitely not one of his most fun moments ever, but no one else knew that. Besides his siblings and Hunter obviously. Tyler had Hunter’s full attention, in fact, Hunter was staring at Tyler trying to memorize every little detail about the prince. Hunter had probably done this more than a few times, but it was hard not too! And sure it could be classified as somewhat creepy, but he loved trying to memorize that twinkle in Tyler’s very blue eyes. His eyes were a whole thing in itself. They had many different shades and held every emotion in them about whatever he was feeling in the moment. When there was passion, you could see it in Tyler’s eyes. If he was angry, you could see that too. Happy, sad, excited, literally anything you can name it’d be right there in Tyler’s gorgeous blue eyes. They were like the ocean waves swallowing you whole when the short man even so much as looked into your own eyes. And Tyler’s lips? They were a bit plump, so soft and kissable. Hunter could kiss them all day every day. Tyler’s one cheek dimple, it was on his left cheek, and it could be even better seen when Tyler truly genuinely smiled. Tyler’s smile was a whole other thing, along with Tyler’s freckles, but then Hunter was pulled out of his sudden daze by Tyler’s big eyes and cheeky smirk.

“ You’re doing it again.”

“ Doing what?” Hunter tried to play dumb and did his best-confused face.

Tyler just rolled his eyes,” That staring thing you do. You just zone out, letting me talk your ears off, and stare at me.”

“ Uh noo,” Hunter tried to lie but Tyler knew him too well because the knight was also painfully obvious,” I do not know what you are talking about, Your Highness.”

“ Stop calling me ‘Your Highness’ when it’s just us. It’s so, ugh.” Tyler puffed his cheeks out and his brows furrowed in a childish pout. His eyes showed annoyance and frustration.

“ It’s annoying and frustrating right?” Hunter smiled and rubbed circles into Tyler’s hand with his thumb.

Tyler looked at Hunter suspiciously before nodding,” I don’t know how you do that.”

“ Do what?”

“ You know.. That thing you do.”

“ If I knew I wouldn’t be asking, Tyler.”

“ Ughhh! I don’t get how you can just look at me and figure out how I’m feeling.” Tyler muttered still pouting.

Hunter chuckled,” If I told you you would only try to stop doing it.”

Tyler stayed silent for a moment before speaking,” Not with you though. Maybe with everyone else, but I have nothing to hide from you.”

Hunter melted at that and he quickly cupped Tyler’s cheek with his unoccupied hand,” I love it when you say those things. It makes me feel so special.”

Tyler blushed and leaned into the hand letting his eyes flutter shut. “ You should know the things I feel and think about you. And I love saying those things to you.”

Now it was Hunter’s turn to blush, and he just whispered in a low voice. “ Can I kiss you?” Tyler just chuckled softly before nodding. Swiftly Hunter’s lips were on Tyler’s as soon as he had gotten the first head nod. The kiss was sweet, loving, and tender.

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Later as Hunter made his way back to his post, seeing as his break wasn’t a long break, he just couldn’t get his mind off of Tyler. Of course, Hunter had also kept the rose but unfortunately had nowhere to put it. So it stayed in his back pocket. He was sure no one would notice or question it too much though.

“ I see you’ve finally returned Sir Hunter.” A feminine voice spoke as he finally returned to his post which made Hunter freeze in his tracks.

The Princess.

“ Y-Your Highness! What are you doing out here so late it’s dangerous alo-”

Hunter was cut off as the princess held her hand up silencing him immediately and then she spoke,” Where were you? You should’ve been here seven minutes ago.”

“ Oh um, I got lost. My apologies, Princess.” Hunter shifted trying to hide the rose a bit more. He failed though seeing as she had already seen the rose.

“ Where’d you get the flower?” The Princess had a bored look on her face.

“ Oh uh, well I-”

“ You can’t lie to save your life, Sir Hunter, no need to lie now. Tell me the truth and I may just forgive you.” The Princess’s tone was cold, but what shocked Hunter was the fact that she had even figured it out!

“ Princess I assure you-”

“ Tell me now.”

Hunter sighed in defeat and stared at the floor,” It was… from the prince.”

Now, this fact intrigued her, but it also made her a bit annoyed. “ Why would he give you a rose?”

Hunter wanted to say it was because he was actually a likable person, unlike her, but he didn’t. Hunter decided to go with the truth because at this point, he couldn’t figure out anymore lies on the spot. “ Because we bumped into one another and he wanted to give it to me.”

“ Yes, but he could’ve given it to anyone else if that’s the case. Why you?” The Princess repeated her main question seriously and firmly.

Hunter sighed again and clenched his hands into fists. “ Because he said it reminded him of me. So he picked it and gave it to me. Nothing more nothing less.”

The Princess was clearly not pleased by this,” I do not want you seeing the prince anymore.” Hunter’s head shot up at her in disbelief.

“ Wh-What?..”

“ I don’t want you to see the prince anymore. You may only see him if I request it, or if I am present.” The Princess said simply,” Also may I see the flower?”

Hunter stood there for a moment, processing, and then slowly very hesitantly he grabbed the rose holding it out to her. The Princess smacked it the ground and stomped on it, crushing her heel into the petals and stem. “ There. Whatever is going on with you and Prince Tyler is about as dead as this flower.” With that, she walked off back to the room she was currently staying in.

Hunter stared at the crushed rose, his heart torn by a simple flower.

Tyler was happily in his room planning what to wear for the next time he was to meet Hunter at the secret garden.

#not my original character #original character #oc stuff #friends oc #ocs #writblr #royal au #prince x knight #prince and knight au #gay cute boys

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livelovelaug-h · 6 years ago

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Normal life? Nice try trickster

Dean x reader

A/n: This is for @supernatural-jackles #Weekly Writing Challenge. The line is "you cant ignore me forever" it'll be in bold.

"yea well I wish I never had this life and I wish I never met you."

*snap*

You were sitting in a chair at a desk??? You narrow your eyes what the heck?? Where were you. You heard phones ringing. You looked around and right behind your desk you saw Someone familiar. "Sam?"

"Hey y/n what's up?"

" whats up? Or more like what are we doing here."

"working?" He laughs. "how much did you have to drink last night?"

"drink? I didn't drink last night. Actually I can't remember anything about last night after we got back from a hunt"

"a hunt? You shot an animal? And who's we"

"no what ? Me, you and Dean."

"Dean, the boss?

"boss? What ?"

"Sam you guys are going to get in trouble for talking"

"who are you?"

"y/n it's Ian, are you high? Wouldn't be the first time" He laughs.

"no I don't do drugs."

He huffs a laugh "yes you do, we smoked last week at that party."

"what? No I didn't even know you last week."

"everything okay over here?"

"Dean?" "your hair's different" you whispered but they all still heard.

"I don't think shes feeling very well today." Sam says.

"since when do we work here? " You asked.

"...................did you hit your head or something?"

"actually -."

"why don't you take a sick day. I'll see if Brad can come get you. Let's go to my office."

You pick up your jacket and phone. "Brad? Who's Brad?" Following Dean to his office. He shuts the door.

"is something going on I should know about."

"no but something doesn't feel right about this place."

"you mean work?"

"yeah we don't even work here. I mean what even is this place?"

He stared at you with a confused face "Look I don't know if you're doing drugs or something but it isn't appropriate do to them before or at work okay? I texted Brad and he said he'll be here in 10."

You got sad. Why was he being so mean. You just whispered a quiet "okay".

Some guy came in asking if you were okay. He was about 6'1, skinny and looked like a normal guy. No plaid.

"um, I'm fine."

"okay let's get you home then." He started walking towards the door and you stared at Dean, you didn't want to leave him. You didn't know why but it hurt to leave a little something still felt off.

In the car it was quiet for awhile until you spoke up "so how do I know you?"

He rose an eyebrow and looked at you "are you that high?"

"I'm not high at all, clearly."

"sure and you Know me because we're dating."

"mmm-hhhm for how long ?".

"i don't know if I should be offended or not."

"I just feel like something's wrong or different i dont know."

"maybe you need to get a good night's sleep. More than 5 hours."

"yeah that sounds good."

You went in and laid on the couch since you didn't want to share the bed. "Why are you laying there Lets go to bed." He said.

"no! I mean no it's okay I wanna try here."

He frowned. "Okay then good night." He kissed your lips quickly and it felt so wrong.

Morning time -

You woke up to the smell of bacon and pancakes. You totally forgot where you were previously so you called out deans name. "Dean?"

"y/n? Are you awake?" You walked into the kitchen still groggy. You got a little startled when you seen Brad and not Dean.

"ready for breakfast?" Brad asked giving you a big kiss on the cheek.

"ha ha you know what I'm not feeling that hungry I'm just gonna head out." You were about to head out when you seen you were still in your clothes from yesterday. You quickly found your room and changed, seeing a paper with the name of your work and the address you took it and walked out. After about 26 minutes of walking you got to work. "y/n your running late." The girl at the front desk says.

"really?"

"only about 5 mins."

"okay thank you." You got to the 8th floor clocked in and went to your desk. Apparently you had a meeting 5 minutes ago probably about 10 now. You ran in and Dean spoke up

"nice of you to join us y/n." All eyes were on you now. Dick move.

"uh, yeah I'm sorry I walked to work today." He nodded but still looked a little angry. "That's okay, you can just do this week's article then right?"

Article?? "Um, but I just do sales."

"yeah but Josh can help you. Also, I need it by Thursday afternoon." You looked at the time and date on your; Tuesday 9:45 am. Great so only about two day.

"okay yeah." You say. Why does he hate you so much. Your lunch break was at 12:20 and apparently you had another meeting at 1 p.m. You were running a little late since you had to walk to go get breakfast, quickly jogging into the building, you bumped into someones shoulder knocking there drink over them and the floor. "I am so so sorry." You looked and saw that it was Dean. Great he already hated you. You pick up the cup and say "I'll buy you a new I didn't mean-"

"it's fine." You can see the anger in his eyes. "Oh.... alright. Well here's some napkins." You were holding napkins still from your lunch so you used those and started dabbing his shirt. "I got it alright." He said with a little venom in his voice.

"ooo-kaay." You say on the verge of tears. The next day you went to his office to give him a coffee and his response was " I don't like that kind. Back to work." Wow that was cold. The next three days were hard after that, you tried to avoid Dean at all cost.

Your three day streaks ended this morning when you walked into the elevator with Dean and some girl following. It looked like he was going to say anything but then glared at you so you looked away. He was kissing her the whole way up to the 8th floor. "See you later baby."

And now about 3 hours later hes calling you into his office....

You didn't say anything walking into his office and you didn't really look in his eyes or at his face much.

"please sit down." You did as told.

"So we've been on a small budget at the moment and sadly... You're one of the people that are getting laid off."

Seriously??? "Is this because of the coffee? I didn't mean it."

"it's not because of that."

"....okay."

"your last name is Friday and I would still like the article by Thursday afternoon." You wanted to cry.

"why do you hate me so much?" You whispered.

"it's not about hate it's about having a small budget." He gives you one of those fake smile with a shrugs.

"yes you do I see it in your eyes when you look at me."

"it's not hate it's just you're like a kid to me, always messing up, always having to clean up your messes. You haven't grown up yet." You were surprised to say the least.

It was like a wave energy just hit you

"you still act like a kid, you havent grown up yet. always messing up, and I'm always having to clean up your messes."

You remember Dean saying that to you before. The whole arguments came to you in pieces.

"you said that to me before."

"what?"

"I knew this wasn't right. you have to remember so we can get out of here"

"look if this is your way of trying to get your job back-"

"no, you know you remember. I said I didn't want to have that life anymore and then bam I wake up here. Trickster." The surrounding changed and you were in a completely empty diner sitting across from Dean and the trickster.

"I really thought you would be the first one to get it but not this time." He said to you.

"what?"

"deano over here got it this morning."

"what? And you didn't tell me?"

"I just wasn't sure if you remembered it yet."

"no you did know.... You kissed that girl right in front of me."

"yeah that was just a bonus" the trickster laughed.

"okay, okay I was still mad." You shake your head "so what you thought it would make me jealous?" He shrugged.

"okay." Your about to get up when the trickster speaks up "alright the point of that you bozos was that no matter how Angry you guys were you still Remembered and you definitely didn't want that life y/n."

"yes I do, you just did it wrong it would have been way better if I didn't have to see Him"

"oh please." Dean says.

"Would you two idiots just put that stuff behind you and move on. You still care about each other." You snickered. He snapped his fingers and you started choking, you flung your hands to your throat.

"stop your hurting her." Dean yells causing him to snap again, causing you to breath again. "Tell me that's not caring." He says and disappears.

"Ughhh" you walk over to leave but the doors were locked. "Oh come on!" You sat all the way across the room from Dean. It was quiet for a minute when Dean spoke up "you can't ignore me forever."

Silence. You didn't answer. After another minute you finally spoke up: "was she good in bed?" He squinted his eyes at you.

"I didn't sleep with her."

"that's surprising."

"you know you went home with someone too."

"yeah but I at least know how to control myself." He got mad but didn't say anything.

"I slept on the couch."

" wh-"

"I slept there because he wasn't you, it felt wrong."

"yeah it did for me too." You looked over towards him. You were caught off guard when he asked "do you really hate me?"

You slowly made your way towards him "hmm idk that depends.... Do you? Or do you think I always mess things up?"

"look, I was mad and I just said somethings"

"you didn't answer the question." He started slowly making his way to you now.

"we all have messes even me and Sam, you know that. but we all help to clean it up." He reaches you. "I missed you " he says.

"I'm sorry y/n for the what I said. I love you with all my heart, i didn't mean any of it. Please forgive me." He grabbed a flower from one of the tables and put it in your hand holding your other hand. You smiled that stuff girly smile and your heart melted at his actions.

"I apologize too it wasn't just you I said some things too. And I forgive you Dean."

"Good because I forgive you too." He said grabbing your face and kissing you. It was rushed but it was the type of kiss where you poured all of your feelings into it. You missed his lips and his hands on your face. You both heard "took you guys long enough." You pull away to laugh but Dean pulls you back to his mouth.

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legendofzeldaalinktothepast · 4 years ago

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Pathetic, Clinging Poetry - Chapter 12 (of 25)

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My hands will sweat and tremble And my teeth will clench so tight But when I remember your smile For a moment, I'm alright.

Pearl hissed as the hot water hit her skin; she adjusted the "cold" shower knob until it was at a less scalding temperature, and let out a sigh of content once it finally felt right. Pearl had waken up in a wonderful mood that morning; perhaps it was because she'd slept in an actual bed rather than on the couch, or maybe it was relief of taking her first step towards mending her relationship with Jasper. That said, she tried her best not to acknowledge her good mood too much; if she did that, she knew she'd somehow end up jinxing it. Still, the smile refused to fade from her face as she washed herself and sang just below her breath.

But the more Pearl tried not to think about it, the more difficult it became, and soon her cheerful mood turned into worry. 'But what if she doesn't accept my apology?' she thought. 'No, don't worry about that right now. What matters is that I tried. And I'll have more chances to try in the future.' Pearl rinsed out the last of the bubbly shampoo from her scalp. Once she was done, she turned the shower off and squeezed the excess water from her hair. 'It's gotten long... I should get a haircut soon.' she thought. Pearl stepped out of the shower and grabbed her towel, drying herself off before slipping into the long-sleeved, polka-dotted pink dress she'd hung on the towel rack. After brushing her teeth and washing her face in the sink, she finally felt awake and refreshed enough to go downstairs. As she made her way down the hallway towards the stairway, she passed Amethyst's bedroom and paused by her door, listening to the soft sound of her snoring.

'I kissed Amethyst.'

For a split second, she felt ashamed for her impulsive actions from the previous night, but they slowly turned to feelings of excitement, of butterflies, and... wanting more. Amethyst had enjoyed the kiss -- or was there two? Her memory was a tad foggy -- just as much as Pearl did. Letting out a happy sigh, Pearl clutched a hand over her chest as she descended the stairs and strolled into the kitchen.

'I wonder what this means for us...' she thought. 'Does she have feelings for me...? Or was she just drunk and horny?' Pearl let out another sigh, so caught up in thinking about Amethyst that she didn't even notice Jasper was downstairs until she cleared her throat.

Pearl let out a startled squeak and grasped the collar of her dress. "Dear Lord -- I didn't know you were there!"

Jasper looked up from her breakfast with a slightly amused (but mostly tired) expression on her face. "Yeah, uh. Here I am." she said, making a few seconds of eye contact with Pearl before turning her gaze back down to the coffee and toast in front of her.

An awkward silence fell between the two. Pearl felt like her chest was going to burst open from the tension filling the room, so she decided to speak up first. "I... Um..." she sputtered, eventually giving up trying to make any small talk and jumping straight to the point. "The note. Did you see my note? Or..."

"Yeah, I did. I somehow managed to decipher your fancy ass cursive handwriting." Jasper smirked. Another uncomfortable silence. Seeming to understand that Pearl was struggling to use her words, Jasper pulled herself to her feet. "Come here."

Pearl tensed, unsure of what Jasper meant by that at first; but when she saw her extended arms, she immediately understood and ran straight into her tight embrace.

"It's gonna be alright..." Jasper whispered, gently rocking her back and forth. "I really fucked up... I'm not gonna fix myself overnight, but... I wanna get better. I wanna treat you better, and..." She paused, as if she really didn't want to say what was coming next. "And I wanna treat Amethyst better."

Pearl melted into Jasper's warm hug, comforted enough by her touch and promising words that she was able to overlook how reluctant she sounded about that last statement. There was a lot of things they needed to straighten out before the three of them could truly be at peace, but for the time being, Pearl was relieved to be in Jasper's arms once again.

'Should I tell her what happened...?' she thought for a moment, but immediately shook it off once she realized how ridiculous that was. 'No, no, I don't even fully understand what's going on myself! She doesn't need to know yet...' Pearl slowly pulled away from the hug, wiping away tears she hadn't even noticed had begun rolling down her cheeks. "Do you forgive me?" Pearl's voice cracked just a little.

"Of course." Jasper ruffled Pearl's still-damp hair, making her giggle. "And I really can't blame you for thinking I was lying. I was being a massive dick, okay?"

"Alright... That's a relief to hear. That you forgive me, I mean." Pearl smiled shyly, wringing her hands in front of her chest. "Ah, perhaps you should get going -- wouldn't want to make you late to work." she added, noting it was getting dangerously close to the time Jasper normally took off.

"Don't worry, I actually don't have to be there for another half hour. I just like getting there early most days, but... I'm really glad I talked to you this morning." Jasper reassured. "And I promise we'll talk more about this when I get home."

"With Amethyst?" Pearl asked. "Remember, this isn't just between the two of us."

"Yeah." Jasper nodded. Pearl couldn't ignore her slight twinge of frustration at Jasper's hesitant tone of voice... But she brushed it off for now, simply allowing herself to feel relieved that Jasper was her friend once again, and that she did plan to start treating Amethyst better.

Amethyst's morning was filled with the tingling, nauseating sensation of butterflies (or moths?) in her stomach, as well as a mild hangover. From the moment she opened her eyes, the first thought on her mind was the sweet taste of Pearl's soft, gentle lips. As she dragged herself down the stairs, still in her plaid pajamas and black tank top, there mere thought of breakfast made her stomach feel queasy.

"Ughhh..." she groaned dramatically, resting her face on the kitchen table. Why did feelings -- especially the good ones like romance -- have to come with physical side effects? She lifted her head to look at the time on the stove; almost 1. Pearl would be getting home from the library any minute, now. She wondered how Pearl would feel about their kiss from last night; part of Amethyst kind of hoped she wouldn't even acknowledge it, just to avoid dealing with all of the awkwardness... but the other part of her couldn't stop thinking about it, and was even craving more...

'Don't get your hopes up.' she thought, rubbing her face. 'She said she had feelings for Jasper... and now that they might be making up, she'll probably go right back to her.' It had been so long since Amethyst had a crush on anyone, and even longer since someone returned those feelings; but she reminded herself that this was simply the heat of the moment, and that it'd probably fade in a matter of days.

She heard the sound of tires on the gravel of the driveway; Pearl was home. Unsure of how she'd be feeling -- knowing Pearl, she was probably a nervous wreck and regretting last night -- she pulled herself to her feet and decided to make her cup of tea. She filled Pearl's favorite mug with some water and popped it in the microwave. As she rummaged through the cabinet for the tea bags, she heard the keys in the door. 'Alright, just chill. It won't be weird if you don't make it weird.'

"Good afternoon!" Pearl called from the entry room, her tone mostly cheerful but with a hint of anxiety beneath it.

"Hey!" Amethyst called back, pulling out the various boxes of tea and setting them on the counter. 'Fuck, what kind does she like again?' "How're you doing?"

"I'm doing just fine..." Pearl tugged off her teal flats and placed them on the shoe rack. "And you?"

"Same here." Amethyst said. "Uh, what kinda tea do you like? I thought I'd make you some, and maybe lunch too if you're hungry?"

"Any kind is alright with me, but green is my favorite!" Pearl clasped her hands together and smiled warmly. "And I had lunch before I left, but thank you anyway! I can always appreciate a nice cup of tea, though."

"No problem, I just assumed you'd wanna relax after being around those rowdy beasts." Amethyst dropped the green tea bag into the steaming cup of water. She stayed facing the microwave, not sure if she was ready to look Pearl in the eye just yet.

"They were actually rather well behaved today." Pearl leaned against the kitchen table. "One of them picked their nose before asking me for a high five, though. I was too nice to say no, so I just drenched my hands with hand sanitizer afterwards." she continued with a shudder.

"Ha! That's kids for ya." Amethyst said; after moving the tea bag around in the cup for a few moments (she always wondered if that actually made any difference), she handed the mug over to Pearl, locking eyes with her for the first time that morning. "Here."

"Thank you." Pearl said, taking in the sweet scent of the steaming tea. She cast her gaze down towards the cup, taking a small sip to test the temperature and flavor. "Perfect."

The two stood in an uncomfortable silence, neither one of them wanting to address the elephant in the room. Amethyst fidgeted nervously, unsure if she should stay and chat with Pearl a little more, or if she should give her some space; she assumed she probably hadn't gotten much alone time that morning, but then Pearl set her cup down and shifted her gaze back towards Amethyst before she could turn to leave. "So..." she began, taking a slight breath before continuing. "What happened last night was, um... Definitely an impulsive decision on my part... But I don't think I regret it, either. Do you?"

"Nah... not at all." Amethyst said, twirling her hair around her finger.

"Alright, good." Pearl let out a sigh of relief. "So... what does it mean for us? Are we still..." She trailed off again, not wanting to finish that sentence but hoping Amethyst knew how she'd finish it.

"Still what?" Amethyst didn't quite understand what Pearl was hinting at.

"...Friends?"

Amethyst's heart ached; she couldn't believe Pearl felt like she had to ask that! "Are you kidding? Of course I wanna stay friends with you! No kiss could ever change that!"

"Ah, I do too!" Pearl blushed. "I guess what I meant was... Do you think we're also something more than friends?"

"Well..." Amethyst hesitantly reached for Pearl's hand. "We can be, if you want to." she said, gently stroking Pearl's knuckles.

"I... think I do." Pearl's cheeks flushed at the soft display of affection. "But... I'm also not sure I'm ready to commit to anything just yet."

"You don't have to." Amethyst reassured. "If you want, we can just be friends who like to kiss sometimes. Or we could go back to being friends who don't kiss. It's up to you."

"I think, for now... I'd like to be your friend who kisses you." Pearl smiled softly. "But that could change in the future. All I know is that kissing you last night felt wonderful... Perhaps a little awkward, but... So wonderful. I want more of it."

"Well, that can be arranged." Amethyst grinned. Pearl's expression immediately brightened, and Amethyst pressed a finger against her forehead just as she began to lean closer. "But not right now, you goof. I just woke up. At least lemme brush my teeth first." she said with a wink.

"Ah, right! Forgive me, I'm being impulsive again." Pearl blushed and buried her face into her hands.

"You should be impulsive more often." Amethyst teased. "Anyway, be right back."

As Amethyst headed up the stairs, Pearl sat down at the kitchen table and ran her fingers through her hair. 'Breathe, Pearl. Don't push things too fast.' she thought, taking the tea bag out of her cup and shaking a few droplets off before tossing it in the garbage. She took another sip, the tea filling her with warmth and instantly helping her relax a bit more. By the time her cup was emptied, Amethyst came back downstairs; she'd changed out of her pajamas into a pair of jeans, a black tee shirt, and denim jacket on top. Not Amethyst's typical wear for when she was simply hanging around the house; Pearl wondered if she planned on going somewhere later. "Alright, now you can kiss me. I'm minty fresh." Amethyst said, resting her elbow on the table. "If you still wanna, that is."

"Without a doubt." Pearl smiled, leaning in and bringing her lips to Amethyst's. Compared to last night, this kiss felt far more natural; still hesitant and inexperienced, but Pearl felt like she could just melt against Amethyst's mouth. Once their lips parted, Pearl gazed into her pretty blue eyes -- wait, weren't they brown just a minute ago? -- and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

"Do you wear contacts?" Pearl asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

"Yeah. You just now noticed?" Amethyst said.

"I guess so." Pearl shrugged. "I love your eyes with and without contacts... Blue is so vibrant and fresh, while brown is warm and comforting..."

"Thanks, miss poetry major." Amethyst teased, sitting down in the chair beside Pearl. Her anxiety from earlier had almost completely subsided, now. She leaned against the table and watched as Pearl stimmed by stroking her finger on the rim of her mug. 'She's so cute...' "Anyway. Aside from the booger kid, how was your library thing? Did the kids color you any cute pictures?"

"They certainly did!" Pearl's eyes lit right up. "And that actually reminds me..." Pearl reached into her dress pocket (which she'd sewn in herself a few years back) and pulled out a folded up coloring page. "First, look at what Steven colored for me! Isn't that just adorable?" She held up the picture of various African animals surrounded by a bunch of trees and rocks, mostly colored within the thick coloring book lines. "Mrs. Fluorite read 'Pinduli' today, which is a story about a little hyena who gets bullied by the other savanna animals -- oh, but before I start rambling, look at this!"

Pearl flipped the paper around, showing Amethyst what was written on the back in pink crayon.

"Friday @ 7:30 PM 112 Rhombus Street bring a friend ;)"

"Wow, uh, that's cryptic." Amethyst said, not really sure what this was leading up to.

"Not at all!" Pearl placed the coloring page on the table and clasped her hands together. "Rose has invited me to her weekly family game night! And, um... If you'd like to, I was wondering if you'd want to come along? Since you are my friend, hehe..."

"Oh!" Amethyst, if she was going to be honest, wasn't entirely sure how to feel about this; she'd never even met this Rose before, and from what she'd heard about her, wasn't sure if she wanted to... But Pearl seemed to have a good feeling about this, so she decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. "Sure, why not. I'll try my best not to be awkward."

"Rose can be rather awkward herself, so I wouldn't worry too much." Pearl giggled. "And I have a feeling her son will be the center of attention, anyway. He's a rowdy little thing."

"Hah, that's true." Amethyst said. "Were you thinking of dragging along the butthead, too? Or do you think it's gonna be a while before you guys start hanging out again?"

It took Pearl a moment to realize she was referring to Jasper. "Hm? Oh, I don't think so... As much as I'd love to have her come, I sincerely doubt she's ready for that... Perhaps sometime in the future, though, once things have mellowed out around here."

"That's good; I couldn't see her wanting to do that, anyway. I'm guessing we probably shouldn't mention this to her, then?"

"I think that'd be best."

Another silence fell between the two; Pearl went to take another sip of tea only to realize it was already empty, so she set her mug aside. Amethyst reached for her hand once again and gave it a gentle squeeze, which Pearl returned eagerly. Her heart fluttered in her chest; for the first time in quite a while, Pearl was feeling excited for the future.

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hannah-mic · 7 years ago

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This is just a simple prompt but yeah: -How long have you been standing there? -Longer than you'd like. Make what you want of that, bae

Here we go! Hopefully this is what you’re looking for. Thanks boo!

Peter Pan x reader imagine

You sit on your windowsill and cry and cry. “Why doesn’t anyone love me?” you gasp. You had a fresh bruise on your cheek from your abusive father, and your hair and clothes reeked of alcohol from the beer your alcoholic mother had thrown at you earlier. The thoughts begin to click in your head and you stand up on the windowsill and swing your windows open. You take a deep breath and say, “It’ll all be over soon.” With another gasp you take a step out of the window and begin your descent to your certain death. You lived in a town house and would drop ten stories, making sure that you died. You almost smile right before you hit the ground, looking forward to your pain ending. Right before you smash into the ground, a figure comes swooping in and picks you up. “What the-“ you look up into the eyes of your rescuer and find the most beautiful forest green eyes staring back at you. “Who are you?” You ask him. “My name’s Peter Pan, darling. Tell me, why would you try to kill yourself?” You look at him with wonderment and decide to trust him. “No one loves me, so what is there to live for?” you tell him. “That’s all about to change, (y/n),” he says, and he sweeps his hand over your face, and you begin to drift off into a dreamy sleep.

You wake up, sit up, and look all around you. You find yourself laying on a bed of grass in the middle of a forest. “Hello?” you call out to no one. “Peter?” you say, remembering the events of the night before. “Ahh, (y/n), you’re awake.” “How do you know my name,” you ask him. “I’ve been watching you for a while darling, and I was waiting for the right time to rescue you. But then you tried to take your precious life away, and I knew right then that I had to take you away from that god awful place,” Peter tells you. “Well, where are we?” you ask him. “We’re at my home, Neverland,” he tells you. “You will never feel unwanted and unloved again,” he tells you as he kisses you on the forehead. You blush in response.

3 months later“Ughhh,” after a night of tossing and turning, you finally give up on sleep and roll out of your sleeping bag. Now being awake, the depression and desperation roll off of you. Yes Peter had rescued you and he promised you would never feel unloved again. But lately he had been ignoring you. About a month in a half into your stay, after you had gotten used to the island and the lost boys, Peter began drawing away from you. Once again you felt betrayed. You sleepily fumble around of your clothes. You find one of the old lost boys tunics and threw it on over your head. It was green and raggedy on the bottom, but you didn’t care. You rub your eyes, and let your feet lead you to your normal spot.

5 minutes later you stand on the rocks at the lagoon. You sniffle and let a few tears drop into the water below you. You breath in the salty air and let the calm wash over you. You always felt at peace in the water, so you decide to go for a swim. You strip off the baggy tunic and begin to wade into the water in your bra and underwear. You get out waist deep and dive under the water. An eery sense of peace fills you. So you swim around, observing the reef and all the different animals. Finally, for a while you float on your back. You spread your arms and float back towards the shore. After a while you dip below the surface to re-wet your hair. When you resurface, facing the shore, you see Peter standing there, watching you. You sigh in distress. “Oh boy,” you mutter. So you paddle towards the shore and finally reach him. You know you’re in your bra and underwear, but at this point you don’t give a shit. So you exit the water, little droplets clinging to the edge of your (h/c) hair and arms. You casually walk over to your clothes and say, “How long have you been standing there?” You throw on the tunic, but it just clings to your wet form. “Longer than you’d like,” Peter smirks at you in his flirty way. Part of your heart melts, but the other part tells you to cut it out. “What do you want, Peter?” you spit at him. “What’s wrong,” he asks you in turn. You shake your head at him and turn and walk past him into the jungle. “(Y/n), wait,” he grabs your arm. “What the fuck, Peter?! You ask me what’s wrong? You’ve ignored me for the past month and a half! How can you think nothing’s wrong,” you begin to lose steam and hate the fact that you’re beginning to cry. “You promised I’d never feel unwanted and unloved again, but here you go, just making me feel that way again! I wish you never rescued me!” “(Y/n), I, just let me explain-“ you cut him off by saying, “Thanks a lot, Peter,” you mumble. Without another word you turn and run into the jungle.

You run blindly through the trees, just trying to find your way back to your tent. You finally arrive in the clearing of camp and run into your tent and curl up on the ground in your sleeping bag. You burrow deeper in, as if the extra padding will help protect your heart. You freeze in place when you hear your tent flap open, and you know Peter must have followed you. “(Y/n), will you please just hear me out?” You can hear the desperation in his voice. “Fine,” you say as you turn over in your sleeping bag. Peter comes over and sits next to you. “(Y/n), over the past two months, I have felt my feelings for you grow. I was only supposed to rescue you and bring you hear, but all those nights we talked, I could feel myself longing for you. I learned all about you and I just couldn’t let myself get close to you, for your own good.” You look at him in confusion. “Peter, why would you think pulling away would be good for me?” “I don’t want to hurt you (y/n). I’m scared. I’m scared because I think… I think.” You sit up in anticipation, “What Peter, what,” you place your hand on his. “I think, I’m falling in love with you,” he looks at you with sad eyes. Instead of saying anything, you basically jump on top of the boy sitting in front of you, cross legged on the floor of your tent. ‘(Y/n), darling, does this mean-“ “Yes Peter, yes,” you tell him planting kisses all over his face. “I love you too,” you tell him. You feel him breath a sigh of relief. “Oh that’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear (y/n),” he tells you as he pulls back to look at you. “I do. I love you. And I promise I will never ever make you feel unwanted or unloved again. I’m sorry about what I did,” he kisses your cheek. “I forgive you. I know you were just trying to protect my heart,” you tell him as you adjust yourself in his lap. All of the sudden Peter yawns. “Haven’t been getting much sleep have we,” you flirtatiously wink up at Peter. “Every night, I couldn’t sleep because I would think about how much I want to be with you. But now that I have you can we sleep please?” he looks at you. “Of course,” you give him a little peck on the lips and climb into your sleeping bag, motioning for Peter to climb in next to you. So he climbs in behind you and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in close to him. He rests his chin in your neck and the two of you sleep peacefully for the first time in 3 months.

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hannah-mic · 7 years ago

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Unwanted and Unloved

Here’s a request from @realityisahoax! Seriously love the prompts she gives me! This one was a broader prompt but this idea was just planted in my head and I had to stick to it.

Summary- Peter rescues you from your home where no one cares about you and brings you Back to Neverland. A little while later he begins to pull away from you and you’re about to find out why.

Warnings: Suicide attempt, depression

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Peter Pan x reader imagine

3 months later “Ughhh,” after a night of tossing and turning, you finally give up on sleep and roll out of your sleeping bag. Now being awake, the depression and desperation roll off of you. Yes Peter had rescued you and he promised you would never feel unloved again. But lately he had been ignoring you. About a month in a half into your stay, after you had gotten used to the island and the lost boys, Peter began drawing away from you. Once again you felt betrayed. You sleepily fumble around of your clothes. You find one of the old lost boys tunics and threw it on over your head. It was green and raggedy on the bottom, but you didn’t care. You rub your eyes, and let your feet lead you to your normal spot.

#peter pan #peter pan x reader #neverland #ouat #depression

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