Never Grow Up

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CLUELESS summary: you’re in love with Pan and try to hint it to him, but he can’t seem to pick up what you’re putting down. requested: yes (sorry it took so long) warnings: Kinda OOC pan at the end. I tried to make it cute🙈 —•— Pan looked at you with confusion, brows furrowed as he pulled his lips away from his pipe. The lost boys were cheering and moving around the grand fire set up in the center of camp. You, however, were sitting down on the log looking at your untouched food.

Was being in love always this sickening? Your mind couldn’t think of anything, let alone anyone else, other than Pan. What was there to like about him anyways? He was selfish, arrogant, rude, and cocky. The way he looked at you when you two sparred, his green eyes dancing with mischief. It made you want to pull out your hair. And that dumb outfit he wore?!The way it seemed to bring out every curve and crevice of his figure yet leave it to your imagination at the same time. It was as if he tried to taunt you. He could wear dumb green tights and you’d still find him attractive. And when he spoke to you, it always felt like you two were the only ones there. His voice could hypnotize you. You loved and hated him at the same time.

That’s why you just avoided him altogether.

He would speak to you, but you’d turn the other way. You didn’t even show up for sparring practice. Much to your dismay and happiness, Pan noticed and he didn’t like it.

You’re eyes peeked up, looking at Pan through the flames who smirked at you. Your face heated up, and unfortunately, your blush wasn’t as cute and subtle as you would have hoped. Your ears and cheeks turned bright red. Not a small one, but the kind that came across your entire face. The kind you couldn’t hide. Pan couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. He found it adorable.

Pan stood up, sauntering towards you. With a shriek, you scrambled off your log and quickly made your way to the forest, acting as if you had important business to deal with like patrolling. The golden light of the fire disappeared, the hollers of the boys becoming non-existent. With a sigh, you leaned against the tree and shut your eyes. Even with this much distance between you and Pan, your heart continued to beat out of your chest, cheeks still flushed at the thought of him. This is so embarrassing.

“Why are you hiding out here?” A familiar accent whispered in your ear, giving you shivers. You jumped, backing away from the tree and looking at Pan who grinned at you. “The fun is back at camp, or perhaps my room. Whichever you’re in the mood for, Love,” He snickered. Although, you couldn’t help but look down at the ground as soon as your face began to heat up again.

“Don’t say stuff like that, Pan,” You told him, which made him confused. He always said stuff like this around you, and every time he would get punched or at least a witty remark back.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He asked, brows furrowed as he stepped towards you. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, Darling,” Pan grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him. You stood frozen, looking up at his green eyes that were illuminated by the pale moonlight that peeked through the canopy.

“I haven’t been trying to avoid you!” You objected, only met with unbelieving eyes as he raised his brow at you. “I…maybe I have,” A sigh escaped your lips, quickly avoiding his gaze. He was onto you. This was his island and he knew every little thing that went on. You figured it would be best if he found out your feelings on your own terms. At least he wouldn’t hold it over you for all of eternity. “It’s because I think I love someone, Pan,” You confessed.

His eyes widened, taking a step back. His heart sunk at the words. Although, he wasn’t quite sure why he felt such dread at the sentence. Whoever the boy was, he was ready to tear them apart. None of these lost boys were worthy enough for you.

“Who?” Was all he could muster out. “Is it Devon? You’re always talking to—”

“Devon?! No! I couldn’t…” You stammered. Perhaps you weren’t clear enough? Maybe this is his way of letting you down easy, by pretending he didn’t know. “I’m always hanging out with him,” You hinted, raising your brows in anticipation.

“Is it Felix?! My first mate?!” Pan sounded surprised.

“W-What?! No it’s not Felix. He has light brown hair with deep green eyes,” This didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

“John?” Pan responded

“I’m always training with him,” You sighed. Was he this oblivious?

“Barry?” You’ve only ever trained with him once. How Pan came to that conclusion, you’ll never know.

“He’s always wearing green, you know,” You suggested, stepping closer to him. He still had this confused look on his features, like a puppy seeing itself in a mirror for the first time. “He’s called the king of Neverland. Maybe you know him? He goes by the name Peter Pan,” You laughed, punching his shoulder as you took a step back. His ears turned red, realizing how idiotic he must have looked for not guessing correctly the first time.

“Are you saying that…you love me?” He said, but it almost sounded like he was mocking you. But his body leaned in, calloused hands running down your arms and holding your hands.

“I…” You stammered. Hearing it come out of his mouth sent shivers down your spine.

“Tell me you love me,” He murmured, snaking a hand towards the small of your back and pulling you against him. His other hand cupped your cheek, making you stare into his eyes. They were usually a dark green: intimidating and daunting. But in the moonlight, they were soft and vibrant. They looked at you in a way you’ve never seen before. “Tell me so I know it’s true,” Pan breathed. You’ve never seen him like this.

He was vulnerable. Just as much as you were. Not only that, but he was desperate as well. You could hear it in his tone, all the hope he put behind his words. He wanted to hear you say it.

“I love you, Peter,” you breathed. A smirk spread across his lips, dipping his head down to meet your lips with a hungry kiss, like it was the last one you’d ever share. Fortunately, it was the first kiss of many more to come.

I feel so concerned for Robbie. Like I know he's 20 and can handle himself but how is he doing? Is he drinking enough water? Is he emotionally okay? Does he have good people to talk to? I'm so genuinely concerned for him. I just want to wrap him in a burrito and kiss his forehead.