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Imagine: Smoking with the lost boys

!smoking warning!

The lost boys all got in a circle to light a few blunts for everyone using the lighter you had from before coming to the island.

You had only been there for a few weeks but they already took a liking to you. You smoked, and were pretty good with hanging out with a bunch of boys.

Once the blunts were lit you all danced around the fire, smoke going up into the sky from the fire and the blunts. Peter watched you dance with the blunt in between your lips. He liked having you on the island. You brought fun to it.

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*i had been wanting to write something about the lost boys smoking for a while. I think that many teenage boys on and island im sure someone knows what weed it*

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So imagine

In the cartoon peter pan movie, they smoke a piece pipe. So i think there should be more peter pan imagines and stuff with more weed smoking and lost boys and peter getting high on the island.

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Made this and enjoyed it.

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Felix is just pretty man.

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young forever

*don’t do stupid drug kids because you can really hurt someone or yourself and if your are ever struggling you can always talk to someone, im always here and ready to listen*

angst af: this got a little darker then intended but… yeaaaah.

warnings: swearing, suicide/death, drugs abuse

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you would think that one of us would notice what we were doing to ourselves, that we would try and stop it, pull away, just see all the damage that we were doing to ourselves, but when it co,es to this life it doesn’t ways work out that way, you don’t always stop and fix it.

Peter and i grew up with each other, we both had pretty crappy families, in a crappy neighborhood with no one but yourself looking out for you. but me and peter had each other. When we were little we would sneak out at night and go sit at the shitty park all night, we would talk all night about just stuff look at the stars. he always like this one start, the second one to the right. he said it was the brightest in the entire sky.

Over the years me and peter found it harder to be around people, because out families lived in such a bad part of town we got bullied in school, all the other kids made fun of us. while i ignored it he would fight it, and the kids. he was always getting into trouble because someone made fun of him. when we got older it got harder, he was getting into trouble in school and that made more problems at home. After a while he got kicked out of school, his patents really didn’t like that so they kicked him out of the house.

That was the start of how it all began. once he was kicked out he moved in with me, my parents not caring enough to say no.

the real problem started the night he got kicked out, pissed off and wanting to let off some steam, we decided to go to a party down the street from my house. after a while of being there and drinking me and peter ended up at the park like when we were little.

he sat on the swing next to me, smoking a cigarette and looking at the ground. he sighed “y/n, have you ever thought about what we will be like when he grow up?” he looked at you, his eyes seemed to have a sadness in them.

you looked back at him, not sure how to answer him. “not really?” you finally answered.

he took a drag from the cig “like what if we end up like out patents? i don’t want that, id rather die then be like my parents” he started to get a little emotional but stayed mostly calm.

you looked at peter for a moment, he hasn’t been himself all night. normally he has a good time drinking, but he wasn’t tonight. “we wont end up like them peter.” you tried to assure him.

peter shook his head. “most people end up just like their parents. I don’t want that, i don’t want to grow up just to live a life like.”

you looked at peter a little shocked. “peter, you know you are better then them, don’t say things like that.”

Peter sighed and nodded. “i just cant stop thinking i guess, you got any weed left?” he dropped the cig in front of him before stepping on it to put it out.

you checked the crumpled up baggy in your pocket but you were out. “nah, we must have smoked up everyone at the part.” you stated.

“damn, that sucks. ill pick up more in the morning if we can find some cash” peter looked back down at the ground.

you pulled out another small baggy from your other pocket. it had a few long white pills in it. “well i have these, some dude at the party gave them to me?” he raised his head to look at the pills, you took them out and handed him one. “i forgot what they were called  but he said its good shit. just don’t try and drive or really do a lot on them.” you informed him.

peter nodded looking down at the pill in his hand and shrugged his shoulders. “i guess why not?” he took the pill and looked over at you as you took yours.

you both sat talking for awhile before the effects started to kick in, and once they had you were gone. everything was black for a long time. the next thing you knew you were back at your house in your own bed. you looked around and didn’t see peter. you figured he had crashed on the couch. you got up and walked into the living room to see your parents standing in the living room and no peter. they noticed you enter the room and stopped talking too look at you.

you gave them a questioning look. “what?”

they looked at each other then back at you. “we have to tell you something.” your mother said.

“i have to find peter first.” you were worried, not knowing if he was safe or not.

“that’s actually what we need to talk to you about.” your father spoke softly.

you looked a little surprised. they didn’t seem to care about anything having to do with him before. maybe he did something to piss them off. “if he did something im sure it was that bad, he wouldn’t do anything that bad. you spoke fast, not wanting him to be kicked out again.

"no y/n that’s not it.” your mother stopped you from saying any more. “hes dead.” she said the last park so carefully, like she would be setting off a bomb is she said it wrong.

the words made you stop your breathing, you didn’t know what to say. “what?” your voice came out shaky. “how, he was just here, he was okay.” you start to speak louder and faster.

“he took his car last night, drove it into traffic.” your father tells you. he tries to take a step closer to you, to try and comfort you. you back away not walking to be touched.

“no.” you say to your self more then to anyone else. you run up to your room and slam the door shut, locking it just in case your parents try come talk to you. you pull out your phone and see that you had 2 messages from peter.

you open it.

’ hey im gong fir a wile’ sent at 1:38 am. it took you a moment to understand what he said.

the second one hit you in the chest. it said ’ y/n im sory’ sent at 1:52 am

you felt tears begin to stream down your face. you couldn’t help him, why weren’t you there for him? why would he do something like this and leave you? did he do this on purpose?

you didn’t know what to do so you lay on your bed for hours, no one being bale to make you get up. tell you fell asleep to try and forget for a while.

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~Peter pan~

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what am i

kinda angst? i guess…

this is my first writing on here so yee. probs sucks ass but i tried.

reader feels used and doesn’t want to anymore so she asks to be taken back home.

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You woke up to find yourself alone in bed. you did most of the time, but sometimes he would stay.. but only sometimes. most times Peter would leave after you fell asleep. maybe he thought you wouldn’t notice that he wasn’t there all night with you. You knew that Peter pan didn’t have feeling for anyone, or at least that’s what he told everyone.

You didn’t mean to get caught in this circle, but you couldn't resist his charm. his smile, his green eyes. you just couldn’t help yourself. you fell into his black hole and now you were stuck and even if you didn’t want to be, you were.

you were reaching your limit with him though. not wanting to feel used anymore you decided you were going to ask him to bring you back home, tomorrow. Tonight you just wanted to sleep and forget everything for a while.

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When you woke up the next morning you still felt tired, so it took you a while to leave your tent. when you did you went to the camp to find pan. you asked a few of the lost boys if they knew where he was but none of them seemed to know. you kept your search as you looked threw the forest of neverland. growing tired of walking and not finding him, you sat under a tall tree. getting lost in thought you hadn’t noticed a shadow of a tall boy standing over you tell you heard someone clear their throat, it was Peter.

you looked up to see his green eyes looked down at yours. “y/n? what are you doing out here by yourself?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“i was, umm looking for you.” you got up from your place in the ground, brushing dirt and leaves off before standing straight. “i wanted to talk to you about something..” you hesitated. you knew he was going to be mad that you wanted to leave. pan doesn’t like when people leave neverland.

Peter looked at you with an interested look. “ what would that be love?”

You took a deep breath “i wan to go home.” you spoke slow and sounding unsure of yourself. peter could tell but look confused.

“but why? you like the boys, and the little ones love you. you have everything here, so why would you want to leave?” he sounded offended.

he was right, you did love the lost boys,  and living here has been better then living in your world. but you just couldn’t take being around him anymore when you knew he wasn’t really yours. the thought made your eyes begin to swell up with tears.

“i just.. i just cant anymore. i want you, but you don’t really want me..” you confessed. your tears began to fall. “i cant stay here anymore.” you looked up to him with sad eyes.

Peter looked at you, it seemed like he was thinking about something. you just hoped you didn’t anger him because who knew what he could do to you. after a moment he finally open his mouth to speak. “y/n.. i could never give you what you want, im not and have never been that kind of person” he sighed. “but i am human enough to let you leave, if i am hurting you like this.”

you held your breath. you were to shocked to breath. he wasn’t mad. he almost looked hurt actually. “so i can go home?” you sounded surprised.

“ill have the shadow take you home when everyone is asleep.” he told you before turning around walking away.

you just stood there watching him walk away. you new this was the last time you would probably ever see him again. you felt sad but you new this was best for you and even him.

later that night when everyone was asleep, the shadow came to your tent. as you took his hand and you flew above neverland you looked down to see peter standing at the edge of the beach by himself. your heart skipped a beat. this was it, the end. and it felt horrible.

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