Imagine #18: Are You Happy Yet?
Request: Hey can you make an angsty one shot with pan were he insults the reader in someway So the reader becomes different to satisfy pan (pan doesn’t know she’s trying) and he just feels weird cuz its not like the reader’s old self and the reader Continues to act different so pan won’t leave her cuz she’s afraid and pan finds out that she was doing it for him cuz of his insult and angst angst angst and the drama and then angst and then fluff 😂😂
It was another night in Neverland, the fire was burning bright and you were sitting with the lost boys chowing down on the meat you had caught that day. You were laughing at something Rufio had said when you accidentally shot water out of your nose. That started a whole new round of laughter and soon enough you and the boys made a game out of it.
You weren’t paying attention to anything that was going on around you, you were too busy enjoying yourself, but you looked up when you heard a scoff of disgust. Standing over you and the boys were Peter and Wendy. A smile was still plastered on your face and you could feel the water dripping down your chin, but you thought nothing of it when you waved at the two. Wendy’s face was coiled up with disgust as she whispered out an ew. It didn’t bother you, Wendy was always prim and proper so her reaction to how you were was nothing new. What bothered you was Peter looking to her then back at you before he shook his head, “That’s disgusting, Y/N.”
Everyone got quiet when he spoke, and you looked at him in surprise. Wendy tugged on his arm, and he looked over his shoulder at her and nodded before looking back to you, “You’re so much like a guy. Why can’t you be like Wendy? No wonder none of the lost boys try to hit on you.”
Your jaw dropped as he turned and walked away with Wendy. Peter had never said anything like that to you before, if anything he was the one who encouraged your behavior. It was the first time he had ever commented on it. You looked around at the boys and they seemed to be just as shocked as you. Rufio nudged you with his shoulder, “Don’t listen to him. I don’t know why he said it, but we think you’re pretty great. Much better than Wendy. You’re a lost boy, not a stupid girl.”
You nodded your head, but it still unsettled your stomach. You quickly wiped your face dry from the water and stood up, “I’m going for a walk,” you murmured before leaving the boys behind.
You hurried away from the camp trying to fight the tears that swelled in your eyes. You tried to convince yourself that there was no reason to cry, that Peter was just being an ass, but it still stung when you thought back to what he said and the look of disgust on his face. You stumbled over a log and fell to the ground effectively scraping your hands and knees, at that moment you let out a sob. You crawled over to the base of a tree and leaned up against it, allowing your tears to flow freely. You couldn’t believe Peter would be so hurtful. Why can’t you be like Wendy? You shook your head, Peter was the one who told you to embrace the boys, to fit in with them. He had told you Neverland was where you could be free and no stereotype would be forced upon you.
You let out a snort and wiped away your tears. Peter was your best friend, keyword being was. Up until Wendy came. Now it seemed like all he wanted was to spend time with her and be with her. It got on your nerves. It had taken you weeks to get Peter to even start talking to you, you had to fight for your right to be on the island, but Wendy comes and suddenly she has his full undivided attention.
You shook your head, wiping your tears you murmured, “Fine, you want me to be more like Wendy? Then I’ll be more like Wendy.”
The first thing the boys noticed was your hair. You had taken it out of the braid you constantly kept it in and let it flow freely over your shoulders. It shone in the morning sunlight, as if you had ran a brush threw it over a hundred times. It seemed to bounce and fall perfectly around your face as you observed the meal.
The next thing they noticed were your clothes. You traded your usual baggy pants and raggy shirt you for a pair of tights and the tank top you only wore for battle. Your feet that were constantly bare now wore a pair of boots that hiked up to your thighs.
The last thing they noticed was your face. It was completely spotless. Any dirt or blemishes you had from your adventures were gone. Instead the innocent speck of freckles you first had were back, your lashes appears longer, and your cheeks glowed red. There was no brown spot, no cuts, nothing.
Everybody was silent, unsure whether they should ask you about the sudden change in appearance or to leave you alone. You said nothing as you quietly grabbed a loaf of bread and found a log to sit on. You slowly picked it apart and ate a little bit at a time.
During this whole time Peter was observing from his tree house. He had seen you walked out of your tent through his window, and he was frozen from shock. He watched as you sat down and nibbled at your bread. Concern flashed through him as he saw you only ate a little before throwing the rest for an animal to eat. You didn’t get your usual plate and that worried him, especially with the kind of work you put yourself through.
He rushed down his ladder and walked over to you, “Y/N.” Glancing up you saw Peter standing over you, “Are you going to eat anymore?”
You simply shook your head, “No, I’m not really hungry this morning.”
Peter shifted uncomfortably, even the way you spoke was different. It was softer and lighter than before. “Y/N, are you okay?”
You stood up and gave a small smile, “I’m fine, Pan. I’m going to go start my chores for the day. If you need me you know where I’ll be.” And with that you walked away leaving Peter looking at you as you walked away, confused and paranoid.
Later that night at dinner you sat in your usual spot, but again the portions on your plate were a lot smaller than before. The boys adjusted to your change, not really paying it much mind they continued on with their usual antics. It was the same as the night before, just as it was every night. Except tonight you didn’t participate in their jokes, who could burp the loudest, or who could laugh the hardest. You just sat quietly and pushed your food around your plate. Someone shoved you in the shoulder, but you didn’t push back. When they tried to start the slap game with you, you just stood up and excused yourself before walking into your tent.
Once again Peter had observed the events and excused himself from his conversation with Wendy. He walked into your tent to see you sitting on your bed sniffling. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
You glanced up and saw Peter at the entrance. You shook your head and quickly wiped your tears. “I’m fine, Pan. I’m just tired is all.”
Peter came and sat down on your bed and placed his hand on your knee, “You know you can tell me anything, right Y/N?”
You nodded, “I know I can, but there’s nothing wrong. Now if you don’t mind I’d like to get some sleep. Thank you.”
Peter felt hurt at you dismissing him so quickly, but he only nodded his head and apologized. Muttering a good night he left you alone in your tent. He paused for a moment at the entrance and looked back at you. He saw the tears shining in your eyes, but he knew you would tell him nothing. So he sighed and turned into his bed for the night, calling off the usual celebration.
When morning came around Peter was waiting for you outside your tent. Again, your outfit was different and it bothered him, but he simply smiled at you, “Good morning, Y/N.”
You froze for a moment and stared at him in both shock and confusion, “Um, hello Peter. Can I help you with something?”
He simply shrugged and gestured to the food, you continued to stare at him for a moment before deciding to ignore him and made your way over to the food. You figured he would bother you through breakfast and then go off and do his own things.
Except he didn’t.
For the whole day anything you did Peter was there. Chopping wood? He was along side you cutting half of your pile. Hunting that night’s dinner? He was there. Practicing your shot? He stood alongside and gave you pointers.
Everything you did Peter did with you. He would try and joke around with you, get you to race him, have a sword fight, wrestle in the mud, but you rejected it all. You simply shook your head and walked the other way.
Finally he had enough. While the two of you were heading back to camp he let out an aggravated yell. You looked at him surprised and let out a yelp when he grabbed your arm. Turning you to face him he growled, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
You tried to shake off his hand, but to no avail. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He rolled his eyes, “Please Y/N, look at you! You’re completely different and I have no idea why, but it’s bothering the hell out of me!”
Finally you ripped your arms from him, you felt hot all over as you glared at him, “Why the fuck do you care, Peter? Isn’t this what you wanted? I’m more like Wendy now. I’m not disgusting.”
At that moment you saw it hit him, it was like watching a light bulb go off over his head. “Oh… You did this because of me.” He stood there looking at you with shock before guilt started to settle in.
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “No!” You let out a sigh, “Okay, maybe I did. But it was only because of what you said.” He reached out to comfort you, but you backed away. You looked to the ground, “You said I was disgusting. You asked why I couldn’t be more like her, but you promised me I could be who I was. You used to like who I was.” You felt the tears starting to well up in your eyes, so you looked to the sky, “You were my best friend, but then suddenly she comes and the only time I see you is when we’re going to bed.” Tears started to fall and you hiccuped, “I had to fight to be on this island, but all she had to do was smile. It just isn’t fair, Peter.”
When you finally looked to him you could see the guilt and regret in his eyes. He walked forward and pulled you into a hug. Kissing the top of your head he murmured, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t even realize. I was so busy trying to make sure everything was set for my game that I didn’t see I was hurting you.” He pulled away and placed his hands on your cheeks, wiping away your tears he whispered, “I’m only using her, Y/N. She’s needed for me to achieve the heart. I don’t care about her. I love you.”
You felt shock fill you, and you stood speechless. He leaned forward and captured your lips with his. When you finally caught up with yourself you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. When you two pulled apart you smiled at him, “I love you too, Peter.”
He simply laughed and smirked, “Good. Now can you do me a favor and go put your old clothes back on? I don’t need the boys staring at you anymore.”
Confusion filled you and you tilted your head, “What do you mean?”
He shook his head and grabbed your head, “Never mind, Y/N. Let’s go start the celebration.”