Prompt: hey you said youd do youtuber imagines so could you do one with danisnotonfire where he intrduces you to his audience in a tag video? thanks
“Today’s the day”
you thought. You were terrified, excited, but terrified. Last week, Dan had told you that he thought
it was time to introduce you to everyone who watched his videos. At first, you
were against the idea but you loved him, so if this was what he wanted then you
said you would be happy to do it.
“You ready babe?” Dan called from his bedroom.
“Yeah, just give me a minute!” You called back from the bathroom. “Okay Y/N, just breathe” you whispered
to yourself. Taking a deep breath and looking up into the mirror, you fluffed
your hair up a little and made your way into Dan’s room.
“Okay, so how do we do this?” you asked.
“Well erm, I guess I’ll do my intro and then you can just slide into the shot?”
“Yeah,” you agreed “sounds good to me” you weren’t very enthusiastic about it
but you had to put on a good front for Dan.
Dan began his introduction you waited for his signal to move
into the shot. “So I guess it’s time to introduce you guys to my girlfriend,
Y/N!” Dan smiled. You rolled your chair into the shot and sat there smiling;
you couldn’t help but feel awkward. Dan sensed this and tried to put you at
ease before continuing to explain the day’s video to his camera.
“Okay let’s get started shall we?” Dan said, turning to you.
You nodded in response. He turned to face the camera again. “Okay, so this is
the boyfriend/girlfriend tag…” there was a slight pause, “what has my life
become?” Dan questioned.
“That’s the first question is it?” you asked with a grin.
Dan began to laugh, “Oh no, it’s too early in the video to get that deep, I’ll
save my existential crisis for later.” The two of you laughed before Dan said “right,
Y/N, you and I will take turns asking and answering the questions, are you
“As I’ll ever be!” you answered.
“Okay, question number one, who said ‘I love you’ first? Wow, straight in at
the deep end with the big questions!”
“Tell me about it, what happened to good old ‘how did you meet?!” you remarked
before giving your answer. “You did, you said it first and I said it straight
back…” you scrunched up your face and with a smile added, “Well almost anyway.”
“Correct! Wait, is there a points system?”
“No Dan, I don’t think there’s a points system considering we should both know
all the answers” you teased.
“Right next question, hit me up” Dan remarked.
You shook your head. “Okay, the next question is,” you paused to look at your
phone and find the next question, “where was our first date?”
“Our first date, okay so if we don’t include the day we met or time spent
together before we were actually together…”
You could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to remember. “I’m
going to have to press you for an answer” you said in your best gameshow host
“Okay okay, I THINK it was..” he paused again and put his hand to his face, “was
it the Italian, the one near Central?”
You paused, letting him sweat and doubt his answer. “Correct!” you shouted, watching
his face fill with relief.
two of you answered a few more questions, neither of you giving an incorrect
answer. As Dan wrapped up the video, you couldn’t help but smile. After a while
you had forgotten the camera was there and all of your nerves had gone.
“See, that wasn’t too bad, was it!” Dan beamed as he turned the camera off.
“No, I guess it wasn’t” you replied with a smile. “I won’t be starting a
YouTube channel of my own anytime soon though” you raised an eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t expect anything else from you” Dan smiled as he walked over to you
and wrapped his arms around you in a warm embrace.
You’re in Neverland, first time ever, and you hate him already, but somehow you ended up in his bed.
Warnings: SMUT, cussing, possessive Pan
You lived in StoryBrooke, a town that was known for it’s magical moments, and fairy tale people who you read as a kid, funny how you lived in a town with them, but when you ended up in Neverland you were not expecting the Peter pan that you knew in the story books, in fact, you met the complete opposite.
When you first arrived you were actually excited, you were always a fan of Peter Pan, you love the movie, the book, so why wouldn’t you like the real thing?
Just as you stepped foot on the soil of Neverland you heard the wonderful sounds that this place has to offer, the wind, the tree’s talking to you as they blow, telling all the secrets, the whistling and the chirps of the birds. As you close your eyes, letting it all in, this is where it all started.
You heard a leaf crunch on the floor,
(Gasp) you turn around and see nothing. You shrug, maybe it was just my imagination you thought.
That’s when, you heard it again.
“Okay for sure it was something this time.”
You heard it once again but closer, as it was right behind you.
“Show yourself or I’ll make you!” you say as you turn around but nothing is there
“W-what?” you say nothing.
“You’ve got some guts yelling like that.”
You quickly turn around and you see a boy, a tall boy, with long legs, sharp cheekbones, beautiful eyes, chestnut brown hair, and furious eyebrows.
“Wh-who are you?” you ask with a semi confident tone.
“Who am I?” he raised up both eyebrows, but then quickly smirks and laughs.
That sent chills down your spine.
“I think I should be asking who YOU are.” he says in a cocky way.
“That’s none of your business, you must say yours.” with a demanding tone.
“That’s not how it goes, see you’re on my island, I tell you what to do, I tell you when to talk, I tell you what to do and when to do it.” he walks up to you, you are frightened, you are scared, you’re terrified, but you’re damn well not going to let him see that.
“Oh yeah? I’d be a complete idiot to let you control me, some wild boy who thinks he’s charge of this island.” you say
“I’m Peter Pan, I AM king of this island!” he raises his vice at you.
“Its Pan to you.” he says sternly.
“Ill call you by your first name, your mother called you Peter, so I’m calling you Peter.”
“Call e that one more time and I swear I will make your life a living hell.”
“Pe-mother fucking ter.” you say as you look in his eyes.
“That’s it to the cages!” he yells.
5 days, you were in that cage for 5 days, nothing to eat, drink, and no one to talk to, you were going crazy.
Well that night the caged opened , with Peter right at the door, he gave you water and you near damn chugged that thing like your life depended on it, because well it did.
“Now , are you ready to be a good lost girl for me?” he said a sweet but evil voice.
You stood face to face with Pan himself.
He looked intimidated, but you could not let him see that.
“I’d rather die than be your lost girl.” you say.
Peter turns his face and chuckles. “Well, its your funeral.” he says as he pushes you back into the cage.
You scream out of shock, no boy has ever laid his hands on you before, but Peter did, he didn’t care, he was pure evil, and you were just figuring this out.
For 2 months Peter would give you enough food and water to survive to make sure you stayed alive, but also to make sure you suffered.
You hated him, you hated him so much, but you couldn’t help but stare, when he would walk by, his jawline, when he licked his lips, his muscular arms, is was sickening, you were crushing over the boy who made your life hell, but little did you know he was thinking the same damn thing.
Peter’s Point Of View
Dammit, she was so damn beautiful, was it sick that I thought about her at night? Her plump lips, her rosy cheeks, her wavy hair, I knew it was terrible of me, but I couldn’t help it, as king of this island I couldn’t go back on my word, but for this once, I wanted her out, out of that cage, and have my right way right then and there, but I couldn’t do that, what would my lost boys think of me? They’d think I was weak, and once they saw that, it’s all over from there.
Regular Point Of View.
It was Peter’s birthday soon and all the lost boys were getting ridiculous crazy with the decorations, they had no idea what to do , nor how to cook, their cooking skills sucked, and you were an amazing chef, so you finally opened your mouth and said something.
“You know I can help.” you said
“The boys all stared at you, you knew all of them, and they all knew you, you had a mutual relationship, it was Peter who was an ass, not them.
“Yeah trust me we’d love if you helped but Pan would kill us.” Felix said
“Then talk him into it! Felix please I’ve been in this cage for almost 3 months, I need to get out, I don’t care if I’m making food for the person I hate the most, I just need to get out of here.” you pleaded to him.
“Alright, I’’ll be back.”
Felix walks to Peter’s door, but it’s open by Peter.
“Great the person I needed to see!.” Felix said.
Peter looks at Felix sideways.
“Why the hell are you so perky?” he says as he starts to walk.
“I have a question.” Felix said
“Go on.” Peter says.
“The lost boys suck ass at cooking, you know this.”
“Well duh.” Peter said.bluntly
“But the new lost girl, she’s a great cook.”
“How would you know?” Peter turns around to raise a brow at Felix
“Oh she told me.” Felix said.
“So you believe anyone who tells you things?” Peter says as he folded his arms.
“Listen she can’t be worse than the lost boys.”
“Oh but she can poison me.” Peter looks into Felix eyes.
“You really think she’d do that?” Felix looked interested.
“Yes.” Peter looked around, then turned to Felix, “Alright, let her cook, but make sure you have an eye on her at all times, if she makes any suspicious moves put her to the cages right away.” he says.
“Good that.” Felix smiles.
About an hour later Felix came back to the camp and opened up your cage, you smiled and thanked him, you both waked to the kitchen and you quickly found your place, it was like you’ve been there forever.
You cooked a whole lot of food, chicken, rolls, even a cake for the birthday boy himself.
You felt good about yourself you cooked and baked, and it only took about 2 hours, but it felt good, to be doing something other than being stuck in a cage.
Peter let you stay out of the cage for his birthday, he was feeling nice tonight, so you all sat down and you got to get to know the lost boys, they were very funny and great boys, you wished you knew them sooner honestly.
You all waited for Peter’s arrival for he liked his lost boys to wait on him, no surprise.
He finally came out of the cabin, he had a crown and a scepter, you rolled your eyes, but clapped and cheered like everyone else.
“Your king has arrived, now lets celebrate!” he yelled
You guys played games like heads up 7 up, charades, never have I ever, and truth or dare. It was all fun and games until someone got too drunk, and the lost boys had to take care of him, most of the lost boys left and helped the poor guy, others just went to sleep, it was just you and Peter now, and it was honestly quite intimidating, but you would never let him know.
“So, are you ready to be my lost girl?” Peter said confidently.
“Hell no, are you ready to let me roam free on the island and do as I wish?” you say just as confidently back.
He raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“Tell me something.” he said as he swirled whatever was in is cup
“Tell you what.” you said sternly, not really a question, more of a answer
“Why do you do this?” He asked
“Do what?” you said a little confuse
“Try to act like someone you’re not.” He said as he said as he sipped his drink
“EXCUSE ME?” you yelled.
“I don’t like repeating myself dear.”
“How the hell do i try to act like someone I’m not?!” you continue to raise your voice
“The same reason you didn’t answer the first question I asked you.”
“I already denied your invitation to be your lost girl.” you said sternly
“That’s NOT the question I meant.” he stood up.
“What question?!” you yelled
“WHO ARE YOU?” he yelled
“I’m Y/n! There Are you happy? I’m Y/n a girl who’s lost-”
“No, no you’re not.” he said as he shook his head.
“What do you mean?” you whispered.
“You like to play this bad ass girl, the girl who is the leader of the group, the girl who takes no shit from no one right? The girl who is strong and independent, and what not.” Peter says, then his voice turns soft. “But you’re not, you’re the girl who is fucked up, who is constantly fidgeting with her fingers, worried about what she looks like, worried about being perfect.”
“Screw you Peter!” You yell at him
“And yet you’re still not denying it.” he smirks and looks into your eyes.
“Oh like I don’t know who YOU are. You pretend to be this wanna be king, who is self centered and the world revolves around him, and everyone praises and loves him, who’s in charge , but the truth is you’re a stuck up little boy who is pissed off that he didn’t get his way so he moved to his own island to get what he wants!”
“Watch your mouth Y/n or-”
“Or what Peter?! Huh? You’re gonna throw me in the cages? Do it I dare you!” you push him , then he pushes you, you push him right back, you guys are inches away from each other, and just as you were about to walk away Peter pulls you in closer and kisses you.
Your eyes open wide but slowly closes as your lips and his melts into a heavenly feeling.
As you both break away from each other, he clicks his fingers and you’re in his bedroom.
As Peter brings you in closer and kisses your neck he starts to whisper dirty things into your ear, he kisses your neck as he pulls your hair. A moan he got out of you, which brought a smile to his mouth.
“Jump.” he says and you did, your legs wrapped around his torso, he brings you to his bed, and lays you down flat on his bad, he quickly gets on top of you and you start to run your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging, he bites your neck as you do so.
He starts to fondle with your breast, squeezing them, and rubbing your nipples til they’re as hard as they can get, he then puts one in his mouth and starts to suck and lick on one while still playing with the other.
Til you couldn’t take it anymore you finally shout out “OH PETER! I can’t take it anymore I want you.” you say
You could see his eyes and the excitement he had once he heard that.
He took ff your clothes and you took off his, he stood at your entrance and you were terrified, and he could tell.
“First time?” he asked
“Yes.” you said , embarrassed.
“It’s going to hurt, but I promise, I can make you feel good, you need to trust me”
“I trust you Peter.” you say with a smile.
Peter smiles and get’s on top of you, his hair is messy, he is sweaty, and his eyes are full of lust, you are excited,nervous, and in love, and thinking to think you’re just damn crazy.
As he entered you , you began to felt pain, you began to freak out and whine about it, Peter say and admittedly started kissing your forehead.
“Shh baby it’s okay, I got you.”
“It hurts Peer.” you say almost in tears.
“It’s going to love, trust me, bite my finger.”
You did as he said and bit his finger whenever you felt pain, sooner than later Peter was right, the pain did go away, and the pleasure began to kicked in.
Before you knew it you were screaming Peter’s name, and he was loving every second of it.
He was moving his hips side to side, grinding , riding, Peter was so gentle but rough all at once, he was like all you needed all in one. He cared about you, he cared about if he hurt you , he kept asking if you were okay, if you wanted him to slow down, it was like he wanted you to enjoy more than him, you mistook his sick twisted ways for what he really was.
You began to moan nothing into his ear, and barely even having the breath to say anything at all.
You grabbed his back and started digging your nails into it, making little droplets on is back, Peter didn’t mind, he loved it honestly, giving you the pleasure, he was glad to take the pain. He would suck on your neck making blue and purple marks, oh no, he wasn’t going to leave little red patches, he was making his territory known. He marked you up and down claiming you and wanting more.
“You, are mine, and mine alone.” he said as he gets a little sloppy on his hip movements, as were you getting a little knot in your stomach.
“Peter I’m gonna-”
“Me too.” he says.
You both come and he rides out your high, he kisses your fore head once again and rubs your face with his fingers softly, assuring you were okay.
He smiled at you and said “So , I have a question.”
“Yes I’ll be your lost girl.” you smiled
“No, not that.” he smiled
“What then?” you tilted your head.
“Will you be my queen of Neverland?” he smiled
“Good, cause you had no choice.”
You laughed and pushed him, he laughed as well.
Finally Peter had his queen, and you had your king.
Okay let’s just learn some shit about the famous Peter Pans at Disneyland.
Okay so lets start off with who is who. It’s often confused that there is only one Peter Pan and that’s why people think he quit (as did I). To me there are two important Peter Pans but obviously there has been more seeing as though Peter Pan has been around a long time.
So the first one is Spieling Peter (Andrew Ducote):
He’s the one that really got the ball rolling on getting Peter Pan noticed.
He I think is the one who mostly commented on girls cuts and scars telling them they shouldn’t let pirates do that (although i’m sure the other one does the same). A lot of people want to meet him, but sadly he has quit.
He indeed did marry the girl who played Wendy. Sigh, lets all gush and sob at how cute that is.
He’s also quite popular for coming up with this phrase. So adorable.
He’s just really funny and cute and plays the role of Peter Pan really well.
Okay next we have Huggy Pan (someone change his god damn name):
Huggy Pan is my personal favorite and he’s the one that still works there.
This Peter Pan is famous for saying corky and cute things and he was just a really good replacement for Spieling Peter. I think he plays the role of Peter Pan well without completely following the last Peter before him.
Sometimes he spits out meaningful things without knowing it.
Gahh he’s so perfect and chill.
There you go, there’s your guide to the Peter Pan Pandom and such. Don’t stab me for not bringing up King Peter and Acorn Peter. They’re good Peter Pans too, I just thought i’d bring up the relevant ones that most often get confused.
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