Multifandom Imagines

Y/n pov:

I was reading this book about Peter Pan, well, Jeremy Sumpter on 抖阴社区. But, I mean, it was about Peter Pan sooo, ye

I checked the clock to see it was 11:55, and I'm supposed to go to bed at like 12:00. I put my phone away, saving where I was left on the book in one tab. Then I went to sleep thinking about what I read.

And I gotta admit, Peter was so darn cute, I might have had a little crush on him........But he likes Wendy, so why would he care about me?

I decided to just try and sleep.

Peter pov:

I was watching this girl, I think her name was y/n, through her window. And gosh, she is literally the most beautiful person I've ever seen. She looks nicer and better then Wendy. I can see it in her e/c eyes, they are filled with kindness!

I couldn't keep myself waiting anymore, so I entered the room, and went on her bed, watching her sleep, gosh she was so pretty!

I slowly touched on her pink lips, not knowing if she is awake or not

Y/n pov:

I felt something on my lip, was it a bug or something? I also felt something on my sides, as if someone was on top of me. I slowly opened my eyes, to see-

Wait

Wait a minute

AM I DREMING?!

Yes I think I am

There's no way, that is Peter Pan, standing on my bed!

I opened my eyes a little wider, to see if I was dreaming or not, but of course, I couldn't really understand it. I mean, I just went to bed like 5 mins ago, I can't fall a sleep that quick!

"Peter?" I asked in a British accent, and Peter seemed to hear me, was it really him?

"How do you know my name?" he asked, smirking a little.

"Long story. Is it really you?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said getting closer.

"How do I know I'm not dreaming?"

"You're not."

"How do you know?"

"I'm always right."

"How did you find me?"

"I have ways."

"How did you get in?"

"The window, any other questions?" he asked with a giggle.

"No. Just that... I just can't believe this," I said, and we stood up.

"Are you actually British?" asked Peter

"No..." I said.

"Why are you making the accent?"

"Just watched something British today, the accent got stuck in my head."

"You don't have to use it if you don't want to."

"Ok."

"Hey uhh, can I ask something?" asked Peter.

"You just did."

"Can I ask another one?" asked Peter.

"You just did," I said, giggling.

"Can I ask......2 questions?" asked Peter.

"You just did," I said.

"When?" asked Peter.

"Now," I said.

"Ok, you're good at this!" said Peter.

"Thanks! Anyways, uhh, what did you want to ask me?" I asked.

"Wanna come with me? To Neverland?" asked Peter.

"I'd love to. If this wasn't a dream," I said.

"It isn't," said Peter.

"Ok, then. Prove it," I said.

"Alright," said Peter, he came and held my hand.

"Can you feel this?" he asked, as I slightly blushed.

"Yeah, everyone can feel in their dreams," I said.

"How?" asked Peter.

"It's a little complicated. But I think that you can feel, hear, speak, and maybe taste and use your other senses in your dream because it is your mind, and your brain creating the dream. And it can use its senses since it is the one creating it," I said.

"I... Kinda get it," said Peter, I smiled, earning a smile back from him.

"Sooo how are you gonna prove it?" I asked.

"Uhh..." started Peter, then wrote something down on a piece of paper, and handed it to me.

"Smart," I said, read the note, it said 'Can you read this?' I looked away, then read it again, it said the same thing.

"Ok, I believe you. I'll go to Neverland," I said, Peter smiled and grabbed Tinkerbell to put pixie dust on me.

"Wait, when did she come here?" I asked

"She was always here, you just couldn't see her because she was hiding," said Peter, laughing.

"Ok," I said and started to think happy thoughts, so I started to fly.

Peter then grabbed my hand with a smile and took me to Neverland.