Request from @avengersrulez1536:so the idea is Peter pan and the reader were good friends in school until he changed and became a leader and called the group The Lost Boys, he hurt her because he loves her and now he wants her back and as his queen. I thought that a alternate universe would be a fun read and could be based on Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri… 😊 <3
Note: I am still getting used this whole AU thing so you will have to bear with me. Hope this works anyway.I know I normally include the lyrics in requests like this but I didn’t feel that it would have suited the flow of this story so I have left them out this time. I would say that this piece of writing is based more around the chorus then anything else (don’t worry there is a happy ending!):
And who do you think you are? Runnin’ ‘round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts And tearing love apart You’re gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul So don’t come back for me Who do you think you are?
Peter Pan x Reader (High School AU)
Warnings: Just some language and some name calling….oh and some upset too.
Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3
High School. The place of nightmares
for most people but not for you. In fact you found yourself enjoying coming
here much more than you enjoyed being at home and all because of Peter. He had
been your best friend for years now and you would always hang around with each
other; even managing to snag a few classes together too. If anyone so much as
looked at you in the wrong way or said something out of turn to you or about
you he would quickly stand to your defence. It was rather admirable of him
really and you were always more than willing to return the favour when he found
himself in such a situation….which didn’t seem to happen half as often as it
did with you.
You did everything together to the point where rumours soon spread
suggesting that the two of you were an item; rumours of which you weren’t
exactly quick to shut down because in all honesty you had always wondered about
such a change in your relationship but had never acted upon it.
With the Winter Formal coming up soon though perhaps that would be the
time for such a conversation.
The booming voice snapped you away from the conversation you’d been
enjoying with Peter and was shortly followed by what could only be described as
the sound of a cockerel or something. That wasn’t the strangest
thing though, no, that came about when Peter actually responded back with the
same sound causing you to furrow your brows in confusion.
Summary: Jensen and Y/N had a love that happens once in a lifetime, until it slipped through their fingers. Years later, he has moved on, but deep in his heart she will always be the one he dreams of. Y/N returns with a secret he’ll never know.
Characters: Jensen, Reader (Y/N)
Word Count: 2935
Warnings: ANGST, fluff, romance, sadness, guilt, pain, regret, tears…. I could go on.
You sit at the small coffee bar table all alone, fingers worrying at the cup of forgotten coffee going colder every moment, your knees are pressed tightly together below the tabletop, ankles crossed and one foot bouncing in double-time to the heartbeat you can feel at the back of your tongue. A shadow passes across your hands and you glance up to the glass door and expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. Hipsters in their chill wide cropped pants scoff at the new professionals in knockoff Stella McCartney. Still, every one of them has a phone pasted to their cheeks. Sun spots like camera flares from adjoining windows draw the straggling hopefuls in to see and be seen. Everyone chooses their part to perform. Great. This makes it easy to get lost in the slew of fake laughter and too-wide eyes.
‘This is pointless. Why did I even bother? What do I hope to accomplish?’ you whisper to yourself as your eyes range over the table top and the usual spotty utensils strangled in a paper napkin next to your elbow. A presence stops next to the chair opposite you. Without raising your head, you take your hands from the cup and curl your fingers into fragile fists, eyes clenched shut in a silent prayer for mercy. With the contained effort of purpose, you lay your trembling palms flat on the surface in front of your cup. Only then do you open your eyes and turn your face up. To him. That one special “him”.