#peterpan imagine

[neverland93]

Peter Pan Imagine/ Wait

You hear a knock on your window, you knew who it was as soon as you heard it.

You walk up and open the curtain. Pam had a sincere smile on his face.

Opening up the window and wave “Hi Peter.” You say with a straight face.

“Hi Y/n, how’s Storybrooke treating you?” He asked

“Very well as a matter of fact.” You say folding your arms

“You know, you can come back, anytime.” He said with a more serious tone.

“I know Peter.” You said looking into his eyes

“Okay.” He says getting ready to turn around.

“How long are you going to keep doing this?” You got the courage to ask.

“As long as it takes, I’ll wait for you.” He says

“Why?” You dare to ask.

“Because that’s what people do when they’re in love, they wait.” He says as he flys away, towards the second star to the right.

[peterpan-ouat-imagines]

Im back!/Your opinion

Hey everyone! I know I went radio silent for the past year or so which I’m sorry about. I’m going to finish the current imagine I’m doing. If y’all really like the content I would love to continue making it but if you think the fandom is too dead I get it. Just wanted y’all’s thoughts on it all

[n0rthern-litez]

Upcoming Writes

Do you guys prefer imagines written with Original Characters or Y/n?

[stvolanis]

What about rafe with a reader who talks a lot land has a bubbly personality and he’s getting annoyed cause she’s just talking on and on and he’s already in a bad mood and so her just talking he’s getting annoyed and like he makes a comment of “why don’t you stop talking and put your mouth to a better use” (sorry for how badly worded this is)

hi! I kinda imagine this as maybe bestfriend!Rafe who kinda manipulates the reader yk? Also knocking two birds w/ one stone by adding a little bit from a different request, hope you don’t mind!💞

Rafe Cameron! who loves his silly little best friend who he’s had a claim on since 6th grade :). Always so sweet to him when you guys were in school together. Giving him the answers, walking with him to all your classes, rides home after school with you on aux cause how could he ever say no to you? Not to mention the fact that he knew you harbored a little crush on him—

Rafe Cameron! Who knew you were heavily inexperienced in the sexual realm of things, which he made sure of after he beat up every guy who even thought they’d be able to breathe the same air as you. He takes great pride in being able to teach you things no one else will. Of course you’d question it, looking up at him with those pretty doe eyes that make his cock pulse with confusion when you guys were in the back seat of his truck one day. “Rafey, I dunno if we should do this—feels weird.” You muttered, your hand tightly wrapped around his cock with his hand shoved down your pants. “Thought you wanted to take care of me, sweetheart? This is just what best friends are supposed to do.”

Rafe Cameron! Who’s been having an exhaustingly annoying day after another group fight between the kooks and pogues. He’s a little scratched up, moping around your house as you go on and on about why he shouldn’t have fought, what could have happened—and then suddenly trailing off to your favorite pasta shell? It was hurting his head. Too much for him to process as he rubbed his temple, watching you babble mindlessly.

Rafe Cameron! Who finally has had enough of your constant yapping. “God, baby, you ever shut the fuck up? Hm? Jus’ be fuckin’ quiet, little girl.” He hissed through clenched teeth, pinching your cheeks together harshly to cease your talking, yet the way your eyes watered and thighs clenched together didn’t go unnoticed. “Think you jus’ need somethin’ stuffed in there so you’ll shut up. That it?” He mocked. You looked up at him from your knees, confused as to what he was referring to.

Rafe Cameron! Who’s cock slapped against your waiting tongue in a taunting manner. Curved slightly, with trimmed hair at the base and heavy balls. His scent strong, consuming your mind with an aching throb between your thighs you knew only Rafe could help. “Gonna teach you how to suck dick like a pro, kay?” He urged, pushing his fat tip into your mouth, further and further till the sounds of you gagging and gasping for air around him was all he could hear, and tears running down your pretty face was all he could see. “That’s my girl. See? All you needed was some good dick to shut cha’little ass up, huh?” He cooed.

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[ayyy-imma-ninja]

I think I understand why I love your fairy au so much. Like why it stood out for me. It was mainly because of nostalgia. I remember I watch so many tinkerbell movie (including the peterpan movie, both animated and live action)

The thought of fairies are just so magical for me to fantasize . I almost convince they are real. In some moments I would find small stuff or trinkets like a broken pocket watch or bottle cap and imagine what would a fairy use it as for. Ut was a fun time. Your au just revive that childhood memory that I almost forgot. It made me feel joy, even over lil things. Im so glad I stumble on your fairy au 💙

ARTYYYYYY!!!!

NO HONESTLY SAME!!!

I was SO into fairies when I was little, I binged those movies too! I believed they were real. Even now the child in me clings to that sense of wonderment, of things beyond our comprehension. It might seem silly and foolish to others, but it's what keeps my inner child alive QwQ

[darlingchronicles]

So, I was thinking about an AU, basically Peterpan!JJ and Wendy!reader, like in the song cardigan by Taylor, “ Peter Chasing Wendy”

my mind was just opened up to new worlds with this...

Okay this could go one of two way

1.toxic!jj 2.actual peterpan!jj

Let me work this okay??

so lets work with toxic!jj/childhood lover!jj, for a second. childhood lovers. he's kinda mean to her, but cares in certain moments. they become close friends and wendy!reader tells him stories. they are torn apart due to social classes - he's a pogue and she's a semi-kook who's expected to be a lady and i would suspected that she and jj would end up sneaking out her house to go and explore. i feel as he grows up, he would stop coming around as often, to busy with his own life as wendy!reader starts to integrate herself into kook!society. he does forget as well (the whole peterpan thing of him forgetting to come for spring cleaning) and there are two versions of this story. either 1) peter loses wendy like the song and she has to leave and grow up and eventually goes off on her own...or 2) jj comes right on time and they live happily ever after but they do have rocky moments. to be more accurate with the first option, she definitely leaves and jj goes to her balcony and looks inside just to find every light turned off and covered as if the family left. he doesn't see her for a year and she comes back for the summer and the cycle repeats itself. a very rocky relationship and again it can end either way... but yes that's how i imagine it

honestly this has my mind in shambles just thinking about the angst so thank you very much for the request<33

[mysterydarling1021]

Jessica Daydream and Wally Darling!! :D

The girl who creates dreams and the boy who can't dream ✨️

Jessie here is my OC and she helps the neighbors have good dreams!! All except for one...ah yes Wally the one who can't sleep! So instead she shows him what dreams could be like!

I imagine Jessie is like Peterpan, Starboy or Jackfrost!! She can only fly at night and travels Home to Home and helps her friends have amazing dreams!! :D

[mantis-clan]

i saw that peterpan dude was lonesome and all i can imagine is him being super dramatic, like oh woe is me no one likes me but people keep coming up to him like wanna share prey? and he's like no. and then secretly complains that no one wants to hang out with him lol. just a drama queen

OHHH I LOVE THAT, ,,,

[peterpans-bleached-butthole]

Your username is interesting.

omg thank you, it is. i knew i wanted a really weird url, so i came up with the bleached butthole part and then asked my friends to name a character, and they said peterpan. at the time, i wished for another name, but now i couldn't imagine me being anyone elses bleached butthole :)

[antevort]

Interests

Music

&TEAM, amenoparade, Andra & The Backbone, ASIAN KUNGFU GENERATION, ATEEZ, Aurora, back number, Bleachers, BoA, BOYNEXTDOOR, BTS, BUMP OF CHICKEN, CHANMINA, Chappell Roan, Charli XCX, Childish Gambino, Chrisye, Chungha, Clairo, Coldplay, DEAN, Dewa, Diskoria, DNCE, Doja Cat, DURDN, DXTEEN, eill, Eminem, ENHYPEN, Eve, FLOW, Fujii Kaze, f(x), Gen Hoshino, Hayley Kiyoko, HEIZE, Hozier, ILLIT, Imagine Dragons, imase, INI, JKT48, JO1, keshi, King Gnu, Kvi Baba, Lady Gaga, LE SSERAFIM, LOONA, Melanie Martinez, Monkey Majik, Nadin Amizah, natori, New Jeans, NICO TOUCHES THE WALL, NIKI, NU'EST, Nulbarich, OH MY GIRL, ONE OK ROCK, Peterpan, PLAVE, RADWIMPS, RAN, Red Velvet, Rex Orange County, Rihanna, Rina Sawayama, Sabrina Carpenter, sakanaction, Sal Priadi, SEKAI NO OWARI, SEVENTEEN, SF9, SHINee, Suda Keina, Suda Masaki, SUNMI, Super Beaver, SURVIVE SAID THE PROPHET, Sza, TAIL, Taylor Swift, THE CHARM PARK, TOMORROW x TOGETHER, Troye Sivan, Vaundy, YOASOBI, Yonezu Kenshi, Yuuri, XG, and more.

Animanga

Amaama to Inazuma, Ansatsu Kyoushitsu, Barakamon, Blue Period, Boku No Hero Academia, Byousoku wa 5 Senchimetoru, Colorful, Crayon Shinchan, Enen no Shouboutai, Fugou Keiji: Balance Unlimited, Gakuen Babysitter, Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun, Gokushufudou, Haikyuu!!, Ikebukuro West Gate Park, Isekai Izakaya, Josee to Tora to Sakana-tachi, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru, Kekkai Sensen, Kimetsu no Yaiba, Kimi ni Todoke, Kimi no Nawa, Kotonoha no Niwa, Kyuujitsu no Warumono-san, Mashle: Magic and Muscle, Mignon, My Capricorn Friend, Naruto Shippuden, Rokuhoudou Yotsuiro Biyori, Shiguang Dailiren, Shokugeki no Shouma, Tian Guan Ci Fu, Trigun Stampede, Wakakozake, Yagiza no Yuujin, Yuukoku no Moriarty, Yuzuki-san Chi no Yonkyoudai, and more.

Games

Gardenscapes, Homescapes, Honkai Star Rail (TL70, Welt main), Plato (Plox, Legions, Bankroll, Ocho).

[nasidahdingin]

This story uses personification to depict a love life like the ebb and flow of the sea. It tells of rice that cries when left unfinished at lunchtime, symbolizing the sadness of unrequited love and the pain of being incomplete. It also represents the journey of moving on.

Welcome to a world where rice in a bowl on the dining table tells its story. Have you ever wondered why rice can cry? The answer is simple: it pours out all its heart but doesn’t get the response it hopes for.

This is a personification of the human experience of moving on, like crying rice. So, which song fits this story? "Pupus" by Dewa? "Menghapus Jejakmu" by Peterpan? Or maybe "Cari Pacar Lagi" by ST12? We’ll find out. Moving on isn’t easy, but in this world, we’ll do it together with the nostalgic tunes of 2000s songs, personifying crying rice. Are you ready to be part of this journey?

In this passage, personification is used to give the rice human-like emotions, helping to convey the feelings of sadness and the process of moving on in a more relatable and imaginative way.

[skangawr]

[10.45 PM]

Hugging him is always an addiction, the smell of sun, woods, citrus, and a little bit of sea. If nature was a person, he would be a perfect fit. He was earth, my whole earth.

He let out a chuckle, hand caressing my back. I could hold him for the rest of the night.

But as cliché as it sounds, he had to go. He need to go.

Renjun loosened his embrace, staring at my face in admiration when I should have been the one who do exactly that. "I'll come to your window every week."

I puckered my lips, "Why not every night?"

"Every night?" He laughed quietly, hands now holding my sides. A sweet smile, sparkling eyes, "Darling, Neverlands isn't one block away from your apartment unit you know."

Renjun lean in, kissed my right cheek ever so softly, "It's okay, one week will go by quickly. We’ll survive."

“I guess,” Then I pulled him into a bear hug, so tight that I'm sure he was suffocating. I would never let go of this boy, not now, not ever.

Since he is the best thing that ever happened to me.

[peterpan-ouat-imagines]

Hey can you please do a story about the reader being bullied and emotionally abused by people at school and their parents then they go to Neverland become almost like a mother to the boys until the curse hits and they end up in storybrooke. When Pan shows up to make the 'new Neverland' he admits he loves the reader and decides to try and win back the trust of everyone (lost boys, emma, david, hook, etc)?

Family?- Part 1

I get on the bus and go to school with my brother Henry, he told me he would sit with me but his friends call him to the front and he listens.  I sit alone in the back as he’s with all of his friends laughing and talking.  We were close once but within the past few years since the curse broke, he's become more and more distant.

“Why is your sister being so quiet, is she seriously just now going to school? Where was she before? Learning nothing except how to be quiet and alone?” One of his friends ask whose name I don’t yet know.

“I don’t know, she’s always been afraid of how mean people can be thinking that being home schooled is better, it isn’t like I can stop her, that’s just her nature and my family is fine with it,” he explains.

You see my mother Regina adopted me not long after Henry, but during the curse that she had she always was harder on me than him.  She would go let him be social but I would be grounded over stuff as stupid as eating sweets when told not to.  He was caught shoplifting candy and she didn’t question it and blamed it on these other kids.  If that was me she wouldn’t even question the cashier and ground me for a month.

Why can’t even my brother stand up for me.  I hate it here.

The bus comes to a stop and everyone gets off.  I look at my schedule and see that I have Ms. Blanchard who in a complicated way is family to me.  She’s such a sweet teacher but for some reason outside of school not so much with me.  I sit in the back next to Henry but his friends tell me to move and go to the back where antisocial people are and I don’t even know where to begin to stand up to him.  I look at Henry who does nothing to help me.

I go to the back and as class begins I get out my notebooks and realize I do not have a pencil.  I lean over and ask the person in front of me if they have one and they tell me no.  Great, I am screwed already with a teacher who probably will not be nice to me and I can’t even take notes.  Let’s just hope I am good at memorizing what she says in my head.

She begins teaching us English, my strongest subject which I am glad about.  We begin having a small spelling bee as a warm up and split different sides.  I am on the opposite team as my brother and his friends and get the feeling this will be competitive.  Everything starts out easy, the name of states, and then gets harder like some foods that have silent letters that you wouldn’t think of, then it gets to me.

“Y/n, spell “Reign”,” she tells me.

“Easy, R-A-I-N,” I spell confidently.

“Sorry, you were wrong,” she then spells it the way she meant.  I can’t believe she didn’t give me any reference before I was wrong.

The other half of the class laughs at me and my team gets mad, “Why didn’t you ask for the definition?!” Did you seriously think she would give you a word like that after having someone spell something harder?” My face goes red of embarrassment as I sit down because I am out.

One of Henry’s buddies go next, “Jack, spell accept,”

“Can you please use that in a sentence Ms. Blanchard?” he then gives me a smug look and I roll my eyes.  She does as asked and he spells it correctly.  As time goes on he ends up being the winner and he is so arrogant about it.

Lunch comes around and I sit alone, of course.  As they pass me another of his friends mocks me, “Y/n, did it ever rain, when your mom reigned?” he asks and all I feel like doing is breaking down and crying.  I look over at Henry hoping he will stick up for me but he looks away.  I feel like he wants to stand up for me but he just doesn’t.

The rest of the day is the same, shitty and I stay being bullied.  I go home and sit by myself reading a book hoping I don’t get picked on again.  Luckily Jack is too preoccupied with trying to get attention from hitting on some girl to bother me.

I walk home with Henry.  It is silent for the most part which is weird because we used to be so close, “So how was your first day?” he finally asks acting like he didn’t just stand by and watch me get bullied.

I roll my eyes, “It was great.” I say flatly not meaning it at all.

We finally get back to Regina’s and I storm off to my room.  Regina isn’t home, not that she’d ask me how my day was if I were there.  I just do my homework and stay in my room for the rest of the day.

Later that night there’s a whoosh by my bedside and I get excited. For the past month I have been seeing a shadow who has been telling me about this amazing place for the longest time.  It sounds too good to be true so I have never actually gone with it, I just listen to all of the stories it shares.  It’s creepy deep modulated voice always makes the stories unappealing but still exciting.

“Shadow!” I exclaim and open my window and lean over the edge. It doesn’t smile at me. It doesn’t smile at all for that matter.  It just starts talking about the leader who sounds so fascinating and adventurous. “A boy is the leader? That’s insane!”

“You can come with me and meet him. Everyone there is just like you,” it tells me.

“Shadow this is my life, I don’t like it but magic always comes with a price and going with you to this glorious place I doubt has any exceptions,” I tell it being honest.

“Very well, have a nice life, not that you will since you choose to stay,” it tells me and flies away for the night.

“Nice life? What? Come on!” I complain. It’s probably all in my head or I misheard him. It’ll be back.

The next day of school is the same as the first. Jack bullies me and Henry just stands there doing nothing about it like some wuss. When we leave we have to go to Emma’s place. Emma is nice but I’m not her biological child like Henry is so I feel like that’s always made her take less of an interest in me.

“Hey Emma,” I say.

“Hi y/n, how was school?” She asks.

“Awful, I’m the bully’s target and can’t stand up for myself,” I tell her. She won’t care but I can still share.

“That stinks,” she says. She doesn’t even give any advice, Henry would get a good pep talk if he said that.  I don’t get why I’m overlooked from all of them.

“Hey David,” I say, David is Henry’s grandpa, but like everyone else, ignores me.

“Why weren’t you at the station today?” he asks me mad.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Mary Margaret said you would go in and cover for me while I had to see mother superior,” he is definitely angry with me.

“This is the first I’m hearing of this,” I say honestly feeling attacked.

“Mary Margaret would say otherwise,” he huffs and hangs his coat up.

I open up my binder to distract me from that guilt trip and start to do my school. I can’t get the shadow out of my head and start to draw it.

It’s black as night and smoky but not so smoky it doesn’t have a defined shape.  The bright white eyes that could blind someone if they stared at it too long.  Capturing it in imminent detail with my darkest colored pencils.

My mom drives by to pick me and Henry up and we go back home, “How were both of your days?” she asks us.

“Fine,” I huff.

“It was good!” Henry says.

I roll my eyes.

We get back and she makes dinner for us three.

“How are you liking public school so far y/n?” she asks.  I see a small smirk, she probably knows how shitty it was and wants me to reiterate it all.

“Could be better, I’m not exactly making friends but it’s fine,” I say moving my fork around in my spaghetti.

“Henry is the same way, he’s more of a loner,” she tells me which is completely untrue but I guess Henry has just never wanted us to know about Jack.

After we eat I help clean up and then go to my room.  I sit by the door, waiting for the shadow to come, the main thing I look forward to.  I wait and wait but it just doesn’t show.  Could it have actually meant what it said when it told me to have a nice life?  Could reality that I will never go to this magical wonderful place really be hitting me?  I can’t have that.  I need to believe that there is something amazing for me out there.  If only someone could take me away.

A couple more weeks go by and they aren’t any better than the last.  I’m consistently drawing this shadow.  Drawing all the daydreams I have of it whisking me away to Neverland and it flying me to the star.  Drawing in different lettering “Second star to the right and straight on till morning,” everything it has told me.  About the people there, what the leader in green leather could look like, all of it.

In art class the next day, we have the project of sculpting a bowl which gets me nervous because I’ve never sculpted before.  Ms. Patrick shows us all have and unfortunately at my table Jack starts bragging about how skilled he is.  I need to make something better than him just to shut his pompous ass up.

She shows us how to start and we all take clay and throw some water on it and start to mold it.  Jack actually wasn’t lying when he said he is good and starts making something that looks like a bowl much faster than the rest of us.  I keep trying to shape my bowl and it starts to slowly come together.  At the end of class it does look like a bowl, most people’s bowl doesn’t look put together though.  I look over at Jack’s and it looks really good, it has a design to it too.

We all put our pieces on the wall and Jack trips me and it falls out of my hands and becomes a mess on the floor.

“What the hell?” I say.

“Y/n are you okay?” The teacher asks coming over and her along with the class look at my smushed piece of clay.

“I’m sorry that happened,” She says and I don’t even bother accusing Jack because why would they believe me.

“It’s fine, I’ll just come during lunch to remake it,” I say annoyed.

When it’s lunchtime I go to the art studio and start remaking the bowl.  It’s a lot easier now that I’ve already done it.  I form it and take a pencil and draw different lines in it and poking it trying to make a better design than Jack.  It comes out looking nice.

At the end of the day I’m still teased but I feel better knowing my pottery piece is as good, if not better, than Jack’s.

Despite Jack messing up my artwork I feel really good about my day.  I go to Emma’s after school with Henry.

“Emma guess what!” I say excited.

“Can’t talk I need to go,” she says as she is heading out the door, “Hook should be here in a little bit tell him.  She seems in a rush.  Why does she have to be so dismissive?

“Okay then,” I start to do the usual with Henry next to me.

“What did you get for number six on Mary Margaret’s worksheet?” he asks.

“The answer is 54,” I tell him.

We work in silence together which is usually fine but something about right now feels really eery and off.

“Henry,” I begin.

“Yeah?” he says.

“Why don’t you ever stick up for me?” I finally ask.

“I don’t know how, Jack is like the leader of the group.  I’m the background guy who’s quiet,” he answers.

“You’re also my brother,” I tell him, “Look, everyone in this town doesn’t care about me or how I am.  I just thought that siblings have a better connection than parents and uncles,” I explain.

“The thing is, we aren’t siblings,”

“What does that mean?” I ask confused.

“We were both adopted.  I was the first child so I get treated better.  You aren’t biologically related to me or anything,”

My heart drops when he says that.  He’s pulled away, but for him to say this?

“W-what about Regina? She’s your adopted mother, she’s still family,”

“That’s different, she’s taken care of me for years,” he says.

“You mean the first 10 years when she made you feel crazy because of the curse and I was there trying to be supportive.  She was taking care of you?  That was straight up emotional abuse!”

“Just drop it, you’re just someone I’ve had to deal with for 12 years,” he tells me and my heart feels like its been crushed.

“I-I'm gonna go to Granny’s,” I get up and leave and head to the toll bridge, it’s like my safe place..

I pass Hook on the way in.  He’s never really tried to talk to me or get to know me so why stay for that?

I can’t believe I actually thought I could have a good day for once.  I don’t understand why Henry said that, he can’t actually think that but it would explain a lot.  Not standing up for me, being distant in general. I sigh.

I see Regina’s vault from a distance and choose to go in and explore.  I push the coffin that takes a lot of effort because I’m not strong but somehow achieve.  I look around staring at the spell books and potions in different sized and shaped bottles.  I choose to do a little research while I’m here and figure out how to summon the shadow.  I really need it.  Henry telling me that truly has made me feel as if I don’t belong now.  I scour each book that could give hints on summoning and mythical creatures but nothing about this shadow that I see comes up.

I slide against the cold wall down to the floor and start contemplating the mistakes I’ve made and the hatred I’ve felt over the years.

“I’m sorry!  I shouldn’t have sent you away! I believe you! I believe I’m supposed to be on that island!” I shout, “I believe,” I say getting quiet and sniffle.

[lovesanmotion]

With U - Song Mingi

summary: in which tinkerbell!reader has an admirer and peterpan!mingi gets jealous

taglist: @yunhobabygurl @atiny-chocolate-chip @minhyukmyluv @yunhoandonly

"Hey Y/N! Wanna go to Skull Rock and find the mysterious treasure they talk about?" Mingi asks as he eagerly made his way towards you, crouching down as he waits for your response.

You shook your head, creating a tinkling sound before leaning to Mingi's ear why you couldn't go.

"You're going to Pixie Hollow? But what for?" Mingi raises a brow and leans his head down to listen what you had to say.

"Yeosang? Who is that?" Mingi started to feel curious as to who this Terence was before Y/N turned her head to look at the clock and immediately bolted out the door.

"Y/N! Come back!" But it was no use, Y/N had already flew to Pixie Hollow, leaving Mingi alone.

"Oh come on Mingi, Yeosang might be just a friend of Y/N!" Cubby reasons to a sulking Mingi who has his legs spread out in the makeshift couch and his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yeah! Pretty close friends!" Slightly teases as he exaggerated the word "close" to Mingi. Making Mingi feel even more jealous.

"That's it boys! Were going to Pixie Hollow and see what Y/N is doing." Mingi says, opening the door before jogging towards north along with the lost boys.

Back in Pixie Hollow, Yeosang is a tinking fairy just like Y/N with blond hair with brown eyes. Calm and logical, everyone in Pixie Hollow knew how infatuated Yeosang is in to Y/N, except Y/N.

"The cherry blossoms are blooming beautifully! I can't believe were seeing it in its first day of blooming!" Y/N says, admiring the pink and white flowers that bloomed beautifully on the cherry blossom trees.

"Yeah, very beautiful" Yeosang says, but he paid no attention to the flowers as his eyes were fondly looking at Y/N.

While Y/N was busy admiring the flowers, Yeosang picked up a pink cherry blossom and gently attached it on top of Y/N's neatly tied bun hair.

Shy and blushing by his gesture, Y/N turned to look at Yeosang shyly before looking behind him and knew someone who she knew particularly wore a green top with a green hat.

"Mingi?"

"Hiyya Y/N!"

Confused as to how he got here, Mingi crouched down to level with them two. "Is this the Yeosang guy you were talking about? You should know that me and Y/N go on all adventures together! We saved Tiger Lily in Indian Camp, found a large red octopus at Pegleg Point and oh she's also good friends with the mermaids at Mermaid Lagoon!"

As Mingi drawled about his adventures with Y/N to Yeosang, he wasn't aware of the fact that Y/N took a hold on Yeosang's hand and quietly flew away together.

[darksapphire29]

Imagine #6

You give Peter the silent treatment while you try to accept the newly discovered truth.

Warnings: silent treatment, mentions of death, stressed Peter (ya know, this is just a recurring theme that can probably be expected in most (if not ALL) my imagines), tiny OOC Pan (but I don’t think it’s that OOC), crying?? Umm... trigger warning for ppl who are still recovering from season 3 and/or season 5?? (I AM)

Peter was scolding Adam for something when you first left your tent.

“You idiot. You never pick dreamshade without gloves. Do you have a d-death...?” He stuttered a little, losing his trail of thought at the sight of you. You looked awful.

Your skin was pale, your eyes lined with a darkness that hinted at a lack of sleep. You stumbled a little as you wandered off into the forest to gather some fruit for breakfast. You didn’t even look at him as you passed, and his stomach dropped.

All but forgetting his annoyance, he walked briskly after you. You weren’t even following any of the trails. He passed the huts and ignored the confused look Felix sent his way. All he could think about was what was wrong with you. Were you ill? Hurt? Did something happen last night? Yesterday? He didn’t know, and was determined to find out.

When he caught sight of your cloak, he ran right up to you. He grabbed your shoulder, and you stopped. You didn’t turn to look at him.

“(Y/n),” he started, walking around your body with a hesitance that caught you off guard. You had honestly expected him to be mad. When he stood in front of you, his eyes filled with concern, you found you couldn’t look at him another second, so you turned your head away from him.

Peter furrowed his brows. You were never the shy type, always standing up for yourself and speaking out against him. It was one of the both impressive and frustrating traits he loved about you.

“Why aren’t you following the trail?” He searched your face, trying to read your eyes. But just as he was about to catch them, you looked away from him. Somehow, the boring new shades of moss by his feet were more interesting than Peter. It was too peculiar for him to leave alone.

“Is something wrong?” He asked again. The (tall/short) girl before him said nothing, all too lost in her thoughts. Was this a game to him? Or did he seriously have no idea? The most obvious answer was that he was mocking you. That he found your anger towards him amusing and silly. But you wouldn’t retaliate. That was what he wanted. Instead, you walked right past him and continued on your way.

Peter felt as if you had dug out his heart and jumped on it. Twice. His confident stance faltered as he watched your back. You were acting so… different. But then again, it was unnervingly familiar. Only, the last time you had acted so demeaned by his presence was almost a hundred winters ago. When his shadow first brought you to Neverland, and you were still jumpy and untrusting from your past life. Why were you suddenly reverting back to your old self?

When you began to fade into the forest, he chased after you. Peter followed you for a while, calling your name and demanding you talk to him.

You didn’t answer his questions, completely disregarding his presence. You wished he would just leave you alone. After everything you had learnt, all the secrets that had been laid before you, you needed to be alone. You needed time to think. And you especially needed Peter to go away. But no, Peter Pan never fails, and he was more than ready to win this game. Only it wasn’t a game, and if he wanted it to be, you weren’t intending to play.

Annoyance clouded Peter’s mind, and he tried so hard not to let you anger him. So hard. But it wasn’t getting any easier.

“(Y/n), come on!” He tried, throwing up his arm and following you deep into the forest. “Where are you even going?” Luckily for the both of you, he was Peter Pan, not some Lost Boy. Because if he wasn’t literally half demon, neither of you would be able to get back.

You really didn’t know where you were going. But all that mattered right then was the distance between you and the boy who’d broken your trust. Although, deep down, you were grateful he had followed you. Otherwise, you would be completely lost.

You didn’t know how to forgive him, and by the sound of it, Peter hadn’t even realised what he’d done. You chuckled. What a narcissist. Of course, he hadn’t thought it would offend you. But you couldn’t approach him about it, or anyone, really. What a girlish thing it was, to be so hurt by such a thing. Secrets like this one were more damaging than any poison or sword. But how could he have known? This was a grown-up sort of thing, and Peter was still only a child.

“(Y/n)!” He shouted again, and you jumped, having forgotten he was even there. “I can literally feel the rage in my blood.” He threatened, but you were unfazed. Nothing could hurt more than—

“Please, don’t make me force you!” His voice cracked a little on the please. Your heart clenched. He was trying to hide his desperation, but you could sense it. You wanted so much to just turn around, hug him, tell him it wasn’t his fault.

But that would be a lie. Because it was his fault. It was entirely his fault. He should have shared all those damned thoughts with you. If only he’d opened his stupid mouth, confessed, revealed everything. Instead, he’d left you to stumble blindly in the dark. But the idiot forgot to take the oil away from the lamp, and now that you’d shed some light on your life, things would never be the same. And it was this senselessness that kept you away from him. Like two magnets of the same pole—it was all Peter’s doing.

But the most disturbing truth? Your very soul threatened to shatter at the very thought. How could he have kept such a thing from you? How could he have been so careless? You tripped on a few sticks and roots as your blood threatened to boil over with rage. Had he even spared your feelings a thought? You shook your head and quickened your pace.

Peter watched you stumble along, your hands clenching and unclenching like you didn’t want him to know they were shaking. He was near you, now, and he reached out for you again. Wanting so badly to touch you again, even for a second. But then you took longer strides, taking him off guard, and his fingers missed you completely. He growled in frustration. He’d had enough.

“Fine.” His tone darkened. Chills ran down your spine, you skin crawling with goosebumps. He had never spoken to you like that before, and it scared you to no end. “But don’t say I didn’t give you a chance!” With that, he appeared right before you, and you collided with his chest. You leapt back almost immediately, like fire to your skin. Meeting his eyes for a second, you found a hint of pain behind them. But it was replaced with frustration before you could blink.

“Why are you ignoring me?” He was so lost. So hurt. You wouldn’t even look him in the eye long enough for him to see the (e/c) in them. That beautiful (e/c) he would so often lose himself in.

Quickly, he reached for your shoulders. His hands rested there, his grip gentle but firm, not wanting you to leave him behind, again. You still didn’t speak. He missed your voice, your laugh, you eyes, your smile. It had probably been an hour, but that was already too long. He clenched his jaw.

“(Y/n), this isn’t a game. Talk to me.” As much as he didn’t want to, he was losing his patience. He spoke through gritted teeth, his hold on you tightening, his eyes set in a nasty glare. His hands were harsh on your skin, and your eyes glistened with an unholy fire. You didn’t move.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Breathing through his nose, veins popping out of his neck, he shook you. Hard. Your hair fell over your face, and your cloak would’ve fallen off if Peter wasn’t holding it there. Tears stung at your eyes as your body was thrown around, your shoulders aching.

“TALK TO ME!!” He screamed, fuming. You nearly broke down at his anger. He stopped, but you didn’t do anything. He had hoped you would yell, scream, cry, shove him off, kick him, slap him, run away, anything! You just shivered a little under his hands, but other than that, you held yourself together. His eyes reddened, almost like he might cry, himself. “Why won’t you just look at me, at LEAST?!” A part of him was begging, but the rest of him was infuriated.

In spite of yourself, you looked up at him. Your eyes were probably swollen, your skin whiter than usual, but you hardly cared. You glared at him so hard you might’ve set him aflame.

“Well then, Pan.” You croaked, a single, hot tear falling from your eye. “I’m looking at you. I’m talking to you. I’m even bloody crying. You’ve won. Now get the hell away from me.”

He stepped back, not meaning to look cocky. He was shocked. He had won, but that wasn’t important. The look on your face was important. That angry tear was important.

“I-I—” he stuttered. What could he do? You were obviously upset with him. But why? What had he done? For a short second, he thought hard about everything he could’ve done wrong.

Nothing came to mind.

“What did I do?” It was an innocent question, but when he finished, you were so pale he feared for your life. It came out so wrong. So demeaning. Ridiculing. It sounded exactly like him, and for once, he really didn’t mean for it to sound like that. 

Your usually bright and (e/c) eyes darkened a few shades. He winced.

This was not going to end well.

“What did you do?” You laughed. It wasn’t joyous and contagious like the one he obsessed over. It was maniacal, nearly psychotic. Like his laugh. “Oh, I wonder!”

“(Y/n), please—”

“Oh, no! You don’t get to speak. It’s my turn.” You spat, waving a hand in his face. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Peter was completely taken aback. Fear placed his confusion and he worried for his own sake. So much was happening, now. Who knew what you had discovered?

He had wanted to keep his plans to himself. Everything he was doing, everything he planned to accomplish, he knew you wouldn’t approve. Even to save your own life, his life, everyone’s lives, the whole of Neverland. You would insist on finding a better way until your final breath.

“Kidnapping people? Using some girl? Taking a kid from his family and keeping him against his will?” The colour was quickly returning to your face, but even when you tanned to your normal colour, you continued to redden with every breath. He tried to get a word in, tried to explain himself. But it was no use.

“I can’t believe you, Pan!” He winced again, that familiar pain building up in his chest once more. “What happened to you? Why are you doing this? You used to be fun. You used to really care about everyone.” Your face was wet with tears, tears that wouldn’t stop, and Peter wanted nothing more than to hold you.

He remembered those days. The days where he and the Lost would just play around and joke and tease. When nothing mattered but you and him and Neverland.

But then, he remembered the day he returned to Skull Rock. The day he was reminded of his incoming doom. He knew what was coming. He knew it had to be done.

“(Y/n), please listen to me.” He started, but you weren’t finished.

“But you wanna know why I’m upset?” Peter didn’t say anything, he didn’t even nod. You were suddenly calm, and it scared him more than your angered screams.

“You told Felix you were—” A broken sob hacked at your throat, and you collapsed into Peter’s chest. Pride be damned, you were sick of this. Sick of being angry and scared and alone. You needed Peter, and when he wrapped his arms around you, that was it. You were finished. Your eyes red. Yours cheeks soaked. Your hands shaking. Your hair in more of a mess than usual. Your lips quivering. And just like that, you broke down.

Peter pulled you closer, just holding you. He didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say. You knew everything, and there was no way to assure you that everything would be okay. Because he didn’t know that. And as he held you to his chest, he let out a few tears himself. In minutes you were both huddled together on the ground, dirt and leaves sticking to your clothes. You clung to one another as you cried, his hands stroking your hair while you clutched onto his shirt.

Peter shushed and soothed you, stroking your hair as cries escaped his lips.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” he croaked out between sobs. You just nodded, clutching onto his tunic and gasping out that it didn’t matter. Peter kept apologising anyway, his hair tousled, his face puffy and stained with tears that you feared would never stop.

You sat like that for a long time, your sobs filling one another’s ears and more water leaked from your eyes than you knew you had in you. Because nothing was okay, and as you sat in the dim and cold light of the sun—lost in the middle of the Neverland woods—neither of you knew if it would ever be okay again.

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Homework extension

From: Smutandfluffohhmy Pairing: OUAT Peter Pan Professor! X Reader Warnings: Smuttt and overstimulation  A/N: I was listening to Yagami Yato’s Hawks pegging audio and 🥵🥵anyone have any pegging requests 👀? This is the long overdue professor smut that I wrote but then deleted it because I hated it so I rewrote it all ✋🏻 

University had its ups and downs and your English literature professor was definitely one of the ups. His British accent definitely made everyone swoon over him however the boring way he droned on every single class certainly cancelled out his hot accent.

His shoulders were broad, and he always radiated a sort of boyish charm but God the things you would do to him if you had 20 minutes alone with him. You slightly shook your head trying to erase the thoughts and tried focusing on something else. You couldn’t pry your eyes off him so instead you decided to focus on his tie.

He always wore ties with silly things on them. Sometimes they were just random shapes of different colors, other times they were full superhero comic strips but today it was a black tie with little oragami boats on them.

The lesson dragged on and you wanted nothing more than to crawl back into your warm bed instead of sitting inside a cold classroom. Your eyes shifted from him, to his tie, to the clock and to the book proped open in front of you in a continuous cycle.

“Remember to turn in your assignments today by midnight. See you all next class” Dr.Pan said and with that everyone hurried out of the classroom without a seconds pass. Grunts and whispering filled the once quiet classroom as you huffed making your way towards your car.

This years winter was hard and unforgiving and it was especially worse for you since you were used to more warm temperatures all year round. Hugging yourself tighter you couldn’t wait to be inside your car.

The radio droned on about the weather and an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. You were new here ,knew nobody and were all alone if anything happened. Your mind wandered and before you knew it you were pulling up on your drive way.

The house wasn’t necessarily yours but your aunt let you stay there and house sit since she was always busy on business trips and both of your appreciated this temporary agreement .You eyed the houses next to yours and decided it was better now or never to finally introduce yourself to the neighbors. Your aunt didn’t tell you anything about the neighbors only that she has also never met them before.

Parking your car inside the garage you got to work on a gift of sort that would most definitely give you asking rights for a shovel next time you needed it. You got to baking your brownie turning off the heater as the kitchen radiated so much heat you felt like you were burning.Carefully cutting out each brownie you put them on two separate plates and made your way out to the cold once again.

Walking down the drive way you skipped your way to the first neighbors house and was treated with a nice old lady who profusely thanked you for the freshly baked brownies and told you she would drop off your plate as soon as she could.

‘One down one more to go’ You thought to yourself as you made your way to the other house, cursing as snow crept inside of your boot.

Inside the house Peter sighed pouring himself a glass of wine trying to relax from a long day of lecturing.The doorbell rang throughout the house, Peter sighed setting down his cup making his way to the door. You stood there looking up at your English professor. Your English professor who was wearing sweatpants and his button up shirt, half buttoned with a loosen tie. 

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Peter asked looking at you up and down trying to figure out the answer to his own question.

“Dr.Pan! Sorry I live next door I was just trying to meet my neighbors.” You said shifting the weight of the plate between your hands.

“You’re a little late how long have you’ve been living next door?” Peter said waving you inside.You walked inside grateful for getting out of the freezing weather even for a second. Your toes were freezing as the snow slid down your boot.

“Do you want a drink?” Peter asked you holding up the bottle of wine showing you what he was having. You nodded not wanting to be rude.

“Yes please professor and since the start of the semester” You said nodding at him and continued to look around his house that was filled with different house plants.

“Please call me Peter I'm your neighbor. Well at least outside of class.” He said handing you a glass, you took it afraid of dropping it. “You can take off your jacket at least defrost a bit.” He said looking for any excuse to get you inside. Truth be told you were one of his best students and wanted any excuse to keep you there a bit longer

“Thank you Pro-. Thank you Peter.” You said correcting yourself taking off your layers of wet clothes until you were left in a tank top and wet pants and socks.You continued to look around his house 

“Here you go.” Peter said handing you the cup. Smiling gratefully at him you walked towards him not noticing the things he left scattered on the floor.Falling forward you tried to regain your balance but your foot was caught on one of the various things Peter carelessly left scattered around. Waiting for the impact Peter caught you in his arms awkwardly still holding on to the cups your faces mere inches apart.

Both of you looking at the others lips and without a moment of hesitation both of you went in for the kiss. Peter placed the glasses on the counter as he picked you up carrying you off somewhere.

“The things I would do to you.” You mumbled between his pressed lips.

“Show me.” Peter said urging you on waiting to see what you were going to do. Probably a quick fuck and you’d be gone as soon as you came leaving him with the memory to jerk off later. The kiss deepened, Peter’s hands going under your shirt unhooking your bra, running a finger across your nipple. Your hands tugged his pants off of him and taking off your own pants as Peter continued to play with your nipples making you moan against his mouth.

Pushing him to sit down on the edge of the bed you dropped to your knees taking his dick in your hands slowly pumping it. Pre cum already dripping down the shaft.

Your tongue licked it up, the sensation made Peter twitch under your touch. Rubbing up and down softly sucking on his dick but not giving his enough to get off, his fingers gripping the edge of his bed. His dick was pulsing desperately wanting some friction.

“Enough with the teasing.” He said his toes curling. “I should just pick her up and fuck her senseless” Peter thought as his dick continued to twitch under your touch.But before he could do that you got to your feet.

“Get on your back” You said getting up and motioning for him to get on the bed all the way against the headboard. His dick so hard that he was sure that if you made him wait any longer he won't be able to last long.

“Come on let me cum.” He begged not wanting to move. Ignoring his pleas you pointed at the tie he still had on.

“Can I?” You asked pulling his tie from around his neck. Peter simply nodded intrigued as to what exactly you were going to do with it.Grabbing his hands and tying them to the headboard you gave it a good tug.

His hard and aching dick twitched every time you even stroked his hair. Getting ready to place yourself down on his dick Peter was already imagining how good you were going to feel around him.

“I’m so getting fired.” Peter mumbled out as he watched you lower yourself down.‘This is wrong’ He thought to himself, he wanted to get up and walk away from this but he imagined just how good you felt since you walked into class. He desperately urged himself to stop but what line was left to cross? He already kissed you, groped you, hell he was about to be balls deep inside of you

“I can stop if you want. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble.” You said leaning down to bite on his neck, sucking harshly on the delicate skin.

“No no no please.” Peter pleaded between moans cursing himself for not grabbing you and fucking you when he had the chance.

“Please what?” You said into his ear as you blew air on the already sensitive spot you were sucking on his neck, the sensation making chills go down his body making his dick jump. Bucking his hips he was desperate for any sort of friction, any sort of release.

“Please let me cum” He begged trying his best to reach out to you fighting against his tie. Grabbing Peter’s dick you positioned yourself to start sliding down his shaft. Peter letting out a mix of whimpers and moans and you started to bounce up and down his dick.

“You feel so good doctor” You said in a breathy voice as you felt his dick hit deep inside of you with every stroke.

“Fuck. Oh fuck” He cursed already feeling himself unable to hold back any longer.

“What happened to your no cursing rule?” You said making your strokes slower watching as Peter buckled his hips upward trying to meet you halfway. Sliding down slowly keeping your palms pressed against Peter’s hips preventing him from moving. 

Peter didn’t last long, coming inside of you leaving him to catch his breathe. His face flushed red embarrassed for cuming so quickly but before he could form an apology you kept going making his dick twitch again. 

“Fuck I can’t keep going” He mumbled out but he didn’t want this to end.

“You’re the one that begged to cum.” You said going down to continue leaving hickeys scattered around his neck. The sensation making his dick twitch again, feeling himself get hard again. Moans left his lips, moving up and down slowly giving Peter a chance to get hard again. After all of this he was still going to jack off the second you walked out the door, knowing you were next door made his imagination go crazy.

Bouncing up and down faster Peter moaned and grunted his eyes screwed shut at the feeling of you. 

“Don’t cum yet.” You ordered not slowly down, watching Peter’s pained expression watching him come undone under you.

“Please I’m so sensitive I can’t keep going.” He pleaded groaning trying his best not to cum.

“I said not yet.” You said going up and down slower, your fingers going through his hair giving it a light tugged that made a moan leave his mouth. 

“Pleaseee” Peter moaned trying to reach for you.

“Okay.” Was all you could say.

Your hand reached for your clit, your two fingers rubbing tight circles around your clit as you kept feeling Peter’s dick hit deep inside of you. Your nails dug into his skin your moans filling the room. Peters face flushed hot ‘I’m so getting fired for this’ he thought to himself. 

Reaching your climax you twitched around his dick, letting yourself slump down on his chest. Pushing yourself up, you reached over to untie him. Pushing away your hair that was stuck to your forehead with sweat you got up putting on your clothes.

“I Uu should get going.” You said putting on your pants.

“Wait are you sure? You can sleep over if you want” The words just stumbled out of Peter’s mouth and he felt a bit guilty for wishing you would agree to stay.

You tilted your head to the side looking at him in confusion. For a moment he forgot who you were, who he was, the relationship you two had outside these four walls but when he remembered his face turned a slight shade of pink.

“Right.” He mumbled under his breath as you continued to gather up your things trying to ignore your pounding heart.

Sighing you swallowed harshly as you looked to the windows that were covered in a thick layer of snow. Dreading the short walk back to your home and just how cold it was going to be when you got back, as you reached for the door knob a ring rang through the quiet house.

‘Weather warning’ flashed on your phone.

“Hold on for a second.” Peter said as he walked over to the Tv and turned it on, a blue hue filled his face as he flicked through the channels. 

‘Hope nobody was planning on going anywhere anytime soon! The roads and houses are covered in several feet of snow. Make sure to stay in doors and stay bundled up. This has been the weather with O’Warren back to you Jan.’ The weather man said, standing in front of a green screen with an oversized coat and a wide smile. You wanted the earth to eat you up, all you wanted is to go home and pretend you didn’t just sleep with your professor.

Shifting on your feet you reached for the doorknob trying your best to unlock the various locks on the door with your shaky and mitten covered hands.

“You know you’re welcomed to stay.” Peter said from behind you standing in the same place he was. Your heart pounded in your ears un sure what to do next. Scrunching up your nose you crossed your arms over your chest.

“That would be great but I have an assignment due today and my professor is a bit of a hard ass.” You said tugging at the bottom of your jacket.

Peter let out a loud laugh “Well fuck him.” he said with a goofy smile that made your heart jump.

“I did. Still don’t think I’d get an extension.” you shrugged your shoulders wanting desperately to be in a warm bed and at this point it didn’t matter whose. He let out another laugh and reached out to you urging you to stay.