Requested: Yes,HI CAN I HAVE A EXTREME FLUFF IMAGINE WITH ROBBIE KAY OR PETER PAN WHERE YOU GUYS GET INTO A REALLY REALLY BAD FIGHT AND YOU DECIDE YOU GUYS SHOULD BREAK UP AND HES LIKE NO BABE WAIT IM SORRY AND YOURE LIKE NOPE I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE AND THEN YOU LEAVE AND HE CANT FUNCTION WITHOUT YOU SO HE TRIES TO WIN YOU BACK AND IT TAKES A WHILE BUT ONE DAY HE FINALLY WINS YOU BACK EXTREMELY FLUFFY PLEASE,
OMYGOD I SO LOVE THIS!!!!,
I love this so much ohmhgod,
I got chills! Is there going to be another part?,
AAAH I love this!!!! ;uu; part 3…?,
You should do a part three to New Year New Me, home slice!😬😬,
New year new me is amazing😭 please tell me that there is gonna be a part 3,
That was absolutely amazing! Will there be a third part to New Year New Me?,
Omgggggg 😍😍 I just read both parts of New Year new me you’ve got me hooked ITS SO GOOD !!!!!!1!111!1!1!!!1
Note: Last part after this coming soon! Hasn’t been pre-read, so might be some errors. Enjoy the juice!
Months have passed since the whole New Years incident. Peter has tried contacting Y/n for the longest, from texts to calls, emails, through her friends, voicemail. You name it, he’s tried it. But, nothing from her. Y/n was really done with him. And that didn’t sit right in his stomach, his brain or his heart.
When he got back to the place the two of them shared, her side of the room? Empty. Her stuff in the bathroom, the closets, the living room. It was all cleaned out. This was really happening, and he was the only one to blame. He didn’t know how long he thought his whole game would last, he just wanted to have someone on the side, just wiling to give themselves up for his needs and wants. But now, all he really wanted and needed was his love to forgive him.
Peter was a wreck without Y/n by his side. How she would cook breakfast on certain mornings, or him cooking for her and being scolded for almost burning the kitchen down. Usually she did most of the house cleaning, because he worked most of the time, and now their home was a complete mess and it smelled of depression and months of just barely showering. He kept the curtains closed all day, leaving it to look dark; he barely ate, or slept, and he was pretty sure he’s now fired from not coming into work. He was even threatened to be kicked out if he didn’t pay the rent.
Knocks could be heard from the front door, making Peter awaken from his dark slumber. He hasn’t been dreaming since Y/n left him, just endless darkness surrounding his mind. Once his eyes adjusted, he found the ceiling yet again for the hundredth time that day, and the knocking just kept coming. Letting out a soft groan, Peter turning his head to where he see the door. Confused for a second as to why, he then remembered he never made it to the bed. He was laying the couch.
Reaching over, Peter took a look at his phone, seeing that there were multiple missed called and messages from work, some friends…Wendy. But, none from the only person he’s been wanting to talk to. The loud and rapid knocking got worse, making Peter groan louder at the annoying noise the echoed around the place. Getting up lazily from the couch, he slowly made it way to the door, shouting at whoever it was that he was coming. Once he opened the door, all he wanted to do was slam it right back. But, it was too late. She flung herself at him.
“Oh, Peter! Why haven’t you been returning my calls? I was so worried about you, what have you been doing? And, ugh!” As quickly as she clung to him, she pushed him away once the smell hit her nostrils. “You smell like shit. When was the last time you took a shower-”
“What the hell do you want?” He rasps, eyes glaring down at the petite woman that stood with the bedroom eyes he swore he never wanted to see again.
“I’ve missed you…I’ve missed us-”
“Us? There is no us. There never was, and there never will be. You ruined my life, I should have never let you in, you’ve tainted the best relationship I’ve ever had, and I let you. If I ever see you face again, I swear to God I will be put in jail for beating the shit out of you.”
Without even hesitation, he slammed the door in her face. Walking away from the pounding, he tried ignoring her whining for him to come back and talk, but just went deeper into the condo. About 20 minutes passed when Wendy finally stopped trying and left, leaving Peter to sit in his funk and silence yet again. He couldn’t take it anymore. Not knowing if you were okay or not was driving him crazy. Were you still in town? Did you find someone else.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, he got a text message. Looking at the ID, his heart dropped when he say it wasn’t who he was hoping for. Sighing heavily, he opens it. It was Felix.
‘Dude, it’s been months. I haven’t seen or heard from you.’
Rolling his eyes, he replies. ‘And?’
‘Look I know you’re wallowing, but this is ridiculous.’
‘You and Tiger have made it clear that you want nothing to do with me. Just like her.’
‘I admit, what you did was below the belt, but you’re still my best friend. I care, and Y/n still cares about you. Whether you believe it or not. She does.’
Not responding this time, Peter just stares at those words Felix left. Ping. Looking again, another message. This time, a short video. Of her and some dude. This turned his blood into ice. So here he was crying over someone who won’t return his calls and goes out with other guys. Sure, he has no right to Y/n, they weren’t together. But that doesn’t stop the little green monster that built in the pit of his stomach. Who were you with? Squinting at the picture, he nearly choked once he identified who exactly you were with.
“So yeah…it’s February 14th and I was wondering….doyouwannabemyvalentine?” the words came out rushed, trying to keep a flush from rising to his cheeks as he moved to shove a bunch of flowers in the other persons face.
Requested: Yes, HI CAN I HAVE A EXTREME FLUFF IMAGINE WITH ROBBIE KAY OR PETER PAN WHERE YOU GUYS GET INTO A REALLY REALLY BAD FIGHT AND YOU DECIDE YOU GUYS SHOULD BREAK UP AND HES LIKE NO BABE WAIT IM SORRY AND YOURE LIKE NOPE I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE AND THEN YOU LEAVE AND HE CANT FUNCTION WITHOUT YOU SO HE TRIES TO WIN YOU BACK AND IT TAKES A WHILE BUT ONE DAY HE FINALLY WINS YOU BACK EXTREMELY FLUFFY PLEASE
Warnings: Swearing, angst, will be two/three parts.
✨ Tbh, it sucks ass, but this was just a little something before the new year! ✨ HAPPY NEW YEAR
.Gifs mine, picture is not.
To say Y/n was excited about the New Year was an understatement. She was beyond ready for this fucked up of a year to be over, and 2017 to finally cleanse off any bad vibes she’s been carrying and just start over. She wandered around the party her best friend was hosting, having small talk with whoever passed by and drinking the champagne in her hand. Y/n came with her boyfriend Peter, but as soon as they passed through the front door, he’s disappeared somewhere in the large house; claiming to her that he was just going to chill with a few of his friends before the countdown.
At first, Y/n was a little skeptical. This was the third year, whenever herself or her friends would have a get together for New Years, where he would just leave her to wander for long period of time and then show back up when the ball was dropping, for the traditional new year’s kiss. He never missed it, but she was still confused as to why he didn’t want to spend those remaining few hours of the year with her.
Y/n walked around for a little while, after thanking one of her guy friends for refilling her glass, seeing as to that was the only thing to keep her mind off of her nowhere-to-be-found boyfriend. Peter was a very vibrant character, never stayed in one spot too long, always played by his own rules. She didn’t want to admit it, but this particular year was kind of rough for the both of them. Arguments after arguments, constant bickering and sarcasm. He slept on the couch a lot at their shared apartment, while she cried herself to sleep on those nights. Y/n dreaded that he was becoming…distant. Something was off about him on this night, where their usual chatty car ride was more silent and awkward; when they entered the home, it was almost as if he couldn’t wait to get away from her, kissing her cheek, before disappearing for the rest of the evening. Sighing, Y/n set down the half empty glass on a nearby table, leaning against the wall, while scanning the area once more for his familiar face.
Next to her someone had cleared their throat rather loudly, snapping Y/n from her thoughts. Looking as to where it came from, she fought the urge to groan and roll her eyes.
“Hello, Wendy.” She greeted as politely as she could, thinking about drowning herself in more champagne, but chose against it. “Didn’t know you would be here.”
“Hm, well sorry to say that you’re not Tiger Lily’s only friend, honey.” Her sweet voice practically made Y/n physically cringe. Her and Wendy Darling never seemed to be on the right page with each other. It wasn’t even her fault, Wendy was the one who always seemed to over step her boundaries when it came to Peter, always making suggestive comments about him, getting to close for Y/n’s comfort. The thing that really always ticked Y/n off was how lately…Peter had done nothing to stop this behavior. God forbid someone gets too close to her, he loses his shit, but when it’s the other way around, she was the one in the wrong.
“Sadly…” Y/n muttered, only paying half attention to the bimbo yapping next to her. Her focus was still on Peter, and it seemed that Wendy noticed. With a snicker, she flipped her golden hair behind her shoulder.
“Wondering where your eye candy has gone to this time?”
“Wondering where I asked for you to fucking talk to me, actually.” She snapped, making the blonde laugh obnoxiously. “You know, I’d rather not be next to you, while going into the new year. It would kind of defeat the purpose of me trying to fucking forget who you are.”
“No need to be rude, Y/n. I thought we could see passed our differences into the new year.” Batting her eyelashes at her only made her blood boil even more. Taking the hint, Wendy only smirked while shrugging, making her way for the balcony. Sighing in relief, Y/n went right back to looking for Peter, only to come up with nothing. Again. Tiger Lily made her way over to Y/n, tugging her toward the living room, where the big TV sat. Standing in front of it, her heart nearly dropped at the sight of the countdown…and Peter was still no where to be found.
By now he would have found her, and be standing next to her and waiting. Looking around frantically, he was still no where in sight in the large crowed. Sure, she was being a little over dramatic about the situation, but it was another they made it as a couple. A lot of people doubted their relationship, any the many girls that practically threw themselves at him weren’t helping either. He reassured her countless times that no matter what, she was the only one for him. Even though they fought most of the year, she still wanted to end and start fresh of the year, with just a lovely kiss he always reserved just for her. It made her feel safe, made her feel special…
As soon as the countdown hit one, everyone cheered and shouted at the top of their lungs, sharing hugs and kisses, spilling their drinks accidentally and throwing confetti.
“ H A P P Y N E W Y E A R ! ! ! ”
Tiger looked over at Y/n, leaning in and kissing her cheek in order to get at least a little smile on her face. It worked for a good second until it dawned upon her. The new year started without him. Leaving Tiger Lily to stand in the spot, not before thanking her for the peck, she went on her way to look for Peter, only to stop abruptly at what her peripheral vision caught sight of. With a slight gasp, she saw through the window of the balcony…
“Peter…” She whispered, not believing what she was seeing. As if he heard her broken whisper, he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes widening at the sight of you on the other side of the glass door. His jaw was dropped, his hands dropping from Wendy’s waist as a look of pure and utter defeat colored Y/n’s features. She knew it. She didn’t want to believe, but deep down she knew. It would explain a lot, actually.
Wendy seemed to know that the two of them were caught, slowly turning her head to where Y/n stood, a small smirk plastered on her lips. Never feeling so betrayed in her life, she slowly backed away from the scene, Peter’s eyes slowly starting to fill with panic.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare make up an excuse for this!” She shrieked, quickly turning toward the crowed of people, wanting to disappear into it. Quickly, he ran after her, ignoring the whines coming from Wendy as he raced after Y/n, rudely pushing people out of the way and shouting at her.
“Y/n! Please! Let me explain, it’s not what you think!”
alex: sooo, you are gay? i mean i kind of suspected but I didn’t
want to make myself look like an ass if i was wrong.
blaire: boy im queen of the gays ok. (‘:
alex: well do I get to meet your girlfriend sometime your
blaire: yikes! sore subject alert.
alex: oh!! Im sorry, I just thought maybe-
blaire: nope! this queen is perpetually single. i was
talking to this girl hazel for a while.. she kind of turned out straight?ish? i
don’t know but I’m convinced dating is dumb and i’m never doing it ever again.
alex: yeahh.. i understand what you mean, it’s such a shitty
blaire: I KNOW RIGHT? ugh, but atleast I have a friend who
get’s it now. im drowning in straight people here in windenburg.