Request: Can you do an imagine where you go find Peter in his quarters after he came back from a task and he gets hurt and you go to help him and you ask why he dislikes you so much and he tells you his true feelings that he actually loves you like major fluff ahahha

A/N: Oh gosh this is so cute. I literally can't.

I wonder if Peter is back yet you thought, walking in the direction of Pan's quarters. Why do I even try to be his friend when he obviously hates me? Since you arrived on this hell of an island, Peter had been rude and much like a jerk to you. You didn't understand why he acted this way towards you, but you wanted to know... understand what you did.

"Hey! Y/N!" a voice called out to you. You turned around to see Felix running to you. "Hey? Everything alright?" you asked, your head cocked slightly to the right. "Sorta. Look, Pan got injured while we were out. Think you can help him out? Thanks." he walked away, leaving you no time to reply or protest. Guess I have to go stitch him up huh?

You got everything you thought you would need: gauze, tape, scissors, alcohol. Once you had those things, you made your way to where he was at. you walked in quietly. You heard a sigh and grunt sound. You smiled at the sight in front of you. On his bed, there was Peter, attempting to bandage himself. "Need a hand?" you asked, sitting down beside him. He looked at you with no emotion, then sighed. "Fine."

You took his arm in your hand and he hissed in pain. "What did you do?" You asked, not really expecting a reply. "Let's just say it wasn't my best move." he chuckled, a sound foreign to your ears. You rubbed some of the alcohol on this wound, preventing it from becoming infected. He winced, "Cold." You smiled, cutting a piece of gauze.

It wasn't long enough, so you just wrapped the gauze around his arm. The entire time Peter was staring at you, you knew he was, but you just pushed it aside. You finished up by taping it up. As you were taping you thought now would be the perfect time to get answers. "What did I do to make you hate me so much?" you kept your eyes on your work. He kept staring at you. When he wouldn't answer you looked up him. His faced turned red, almost as red as blood(I had to think and I didn't want to use as a tomato bc its so over used).

You stared at him for a while until he sighed, dropping his gaze down to his feet. "Well?" you asked and Peter looked into your eyes, a smile on his face. "I don't hate you." his smile faded, and you were confused as ever. You couldn't think of a time when you were more confused. "Y-you don't?" you voice sounded so fragile and shy. He slowly shook his head, "No." You let go of his arm. There was a large gash across his side. "Lift your arm." you said and he listened. You did the same as you had done to his arm. When you went to put the gauze he grabbed your hand. "Look, I'm sorry that I always act like an ass with you." You smiled, Pan just called himself an ass. "It's just... how do you even say this?" He made faces as he tried to concentrate. "Okay. I'm not the most well behaved boy on the island but that doesn't mean I don't have feelings." You felt a little relaxed with his words, but you also felt so nervous. "I I..." there was a pause and you knitted your eyebrows in confusion. "Love! That. I love you? Is that what it is?" you giggled and he smiled. "I am in love with you Y/N." You looked into his eyes, taken back with what he just said. "At first I was... scared about it it and I didn't know what it was. I thought that if I acted like I hated you, it would go away. It only made me want you more..." you looked down at your hands.

You felt a hand pull your eyes up from your chin. You softly smiled at it's source. Peter kept his hand on your chin, then moved it to your cheek. Peter's eyes flickered from your eyes to lips. He slowly leaned into you. You closed the distance, pressing you lips to his. You felt him smile into the kiss, making you smile as well. The arm he had hurt moved to wrap around your waist. You put yours around his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss.

His other hand dropped to your waist as well. He pulled you so you were now straddling him. You put your hands on his face, cupping his cheeks. You broke away when you couldn't breath. He pressed your foreheads together, caressing your cheek. Your arms fell to his chest. Peter pulled you into a hug, "I'm sorry." You smiled, "I know." He collapsed onto his bag, pulling you down next to him. He held you close to him, not wanting to let you slip from his hold. You didn't want this moment to end. "Do you think You could maybe help with my side now? After I so rudely interrupted you." You and Peter smiled. "Yes." You pulled him up and bandaged it up. "Better?" you asked him, taking his hand in yours. "Better."

The two of you layed down, next to each other. Until you were soon overwhelmed by sleep. "I love you Y/N." Peter whispered, kissing your hair before following you to sleep as well.

A/N: Awwwwwww! Happy ending!! S'cute! I couldn't even ugh!!:)