High School Heartbreak.

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)

Words: 2,338

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.

“Oi Pan!”

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.

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Jar Of Hearts

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.

A/N: originally written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s Anti-Valentine’s challenge, but got hopelessly delayed. Based on Christina Perri song by the same title. Lyrics are bolded, flashbacks/back story are italicized. Beta’d by the lovely @eyes-of-a-disney-princess and @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid


Originally posted by spn-spam


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”.

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