not like i needed my heart in one piece anyway

Cheater's never win

Anon request: Could you do 7, 15, 25, 26, 27, 48 with Peter Pan where you caught him cheating on you?

“I’m going to pay Wendy a visit,” Peter announced.

He pecked me on the cheek and left the tent.

I pulled my diary out from the inside of the pillowcase on the bed we shared, flipped it open and started writing.

Wednesday 10th July 1954

I feel like Peter is avoiding me. Or holding something back or something. I don’t know. I dont think he’s lied to me but something isn’t right. I asked Felix yesterday about it and he says he hasn’t noticed anything.

He says that I’m just being paranoid.

But I know my Peter, I know when something’s off.

He keeps disappearing all the time. Like just now. This is the 4th time this week he’s gone to see Wendy… he never took much interest in her before.

I have that suspicion in the back of my mind that…

I close the book. Peter wouldn’t do this to me. He told me already, he just wants to find out more information about the truest believer from her.

But even so…

I couldn’t help myself. I’m a horrible person for not trusting my one true love.

I left the tent, following the path that led to the cages where Wendy was kept.

That’s when I realised I was being stupid. Peter loves me and he would never cheat on me with Wendy - or anyone. I’m just going to find him talking to her and he’ll be confused as to why I’ve followed him.

That’s it. That’s all that will happen.

Or so I thought.

Maybe I was right to be paranoid. I stopped a short distance from the cages. I’d heard something.

I couldn’t work out what it was but I didn’t have to wait long to hear it again: a girl’s moans.

No! No Y/N, not moans, groans more like. Pan is probably torturing her for information. How stupid of me to doubt Peter.

I walked through the foliage I was concealed behind with a smirk on my face ready to find Wendy in pain.

The smile dropped from my face instantaneously at the sight before me: Wendy on her back on the ground with Peter on top of her, kissing her hungrily, with his hands hidden underneath her dress which had rode up.

I couldn’t stop the “oh” that left my mouth.

That got their attention; the pair of them froze and Pan withdrew from her with a guilty look in his eyes to look at where I stood with my hand over my mouth and tears forming in my eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” I choked. “I hate to interrupt.”

“Y/N, this isn’t what it looks like,” he said, holding up his hands in defence. He flashed Wendy, looking dishevelled back into her cage.

I laughed bitterly.

“Really? Because it seems to be exactly what it looks like!”

I stumbled back, ugly tears falling down my face. “How could you?” I mumbled.

I turned and ran. I couldn’t bear Pan to see me like this -I didn’t need him - and I didn’t even want to see his face.

I could hear him following me.

“C'mon Y/N, please. Just let me explain.”

“Leave me alone,” I yelled, wiping at my eyes because my vision was going blurry. I meant to take a sharp turn to lose him but I only succeeded in twisting my ankle.

Pan caught up to me, breathing hard.

He went to touch my ankle but I jerked it away despite the pain. I didn’t want him to touch me.

“Why did you follow me?” I cried.

“Because I love you Y/N, that’s why.”

“You have a fucking funny way of showing it,” I spat. He tried to sit next to me but I pushed him away and he fell a few feet away where he stayed.

“It meant nothing, Y/N. You know that. I love you, don’t you love me?”

Are you kidding me?

“I hate you!” I cried, hysterically. I grabbed leaves from the ground, with dirt on them and threw them at him.

“Aaah” Pan complained. “You got dust in my eyes.”

Oh you deserve so much worse than just dust.

“What did I do wrong, Pan?”

“Pan?”

I looked at him.

“You haven’t called me Pan in years.”

“Yeah, well I’d call you Peter if I felt like I knew who you are. You’re lying scum.”

“I’m sorry ok! Sometimes I just…”

My blood boiled again. “You just what, Pan?! You just what?!”

He paused for a long time. “I don’t know… I have needs I guess.”

“And I can’t satisfy them?!”

“Of course! Of course you can but-”

I cut him off. “It doesn’t matter. None of this matters. We’re over anyway because I’ve done something much worse.”

Pan raised one his god-forsaken eyebrows. “Something… worse?… What did you do?”

“Trusted you.”

I could feel my heart breaking into a million pieces. This was just hurting too much. I couldn’t take it.

“I want you to leave,” I said quietly.

“At least let me carry you back to camp.”

“GO AWAY! GO! I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!”

“You don’t mean that,” said Pan, who was getting up apprehensively. “You’re just mad and-”

“And I have every right to be! I mean it! Go before I do something I’ll regret.”

He hesitated for a moment and I threw a stone at him.

He pretended not to notice the trail of blood dripping down his face. I started to feel slightly bad - No! I have no reason to. This is his fault, not mine.

As he walked away, he turned back one more time to say, “just tell me what to do to win you back.”

“Don’t you know?” I sobbed out. “Cheaters never win.”

He left. He left me there on the ground with a twisted ankle while the rain started to fall.

bigbvdwlf  asked:

for the fanfic prompt list. 42+klaroline!💖

42:  “I didn’t say “sex party” as in orgy.  I said “hex party” as in witches.”

This is shit, and I’m sorry. I hope it’s enjoyable anyway :/ On FF.

Also, if you want one!

Just Trust Me

“Caroline, you’re not going to an orgy. I forbid it.” Klaus growled angry, stepping into the room.

Finishing her call, Caroline said confused, “Ok first of all, dad, you can’t forbid anything. Second of all I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“If you forget, my hearing is quite good, so stop the naive act, sweetheart. I heard you talking to Bonnie about a sex party this afternoon, and I won’t-”

Laughing, Caroline interrupted him, “I didn’t say ‘sex party’ as in orgy. I said ‘hex party’ as in witches. I guess your good hearing has been declining in your old age.”

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Done (Nate Maloley)

“I’m so fucking done.” I said as stood up from my chair. “And don’t come to with me with that bullshit ‘I need to be seen in the public eye’. You go out everyday. I don’t even see you anymore!”
“You’re overreacting” Nate responded while.
“Overreacting?” I asked “Nate your hanging out with drop dead gorgeous girls, acting really really friendly with them. You can’t just expect to be okay with all of that.”
“Maybe we should break up” Nate said looking me directly in the eyes. There was no emotion in them.
“W-what?” I said barely above a whisper.
“We should breakup” He said again.
“If that’s what you want.” I walked towards the door, looking back at Nate. There was no remorse in his eyes. He meant everything he said.
-
It had been a week since, Nate and I broke up. He didn’t call or text.
I walked the familiar route to Nate’s and I shared apartment. I was getting my clothes and some of the furniture that I had bought.
I knocked on the door several times but there was no answer. I still had the key to the apartment. Would it be rude to use it? Would it be considered a break in? I decided to use it anyways I was in desperate need of some new clothes.
So I unlocked the door with my key and walked in. It seemed like there was no one home. I walked upstairs to the master bedroom where all my stuff was at.
I opened the door only to be greeted by naked sleeping Nate and another girl joining him. She was also asleep… naked.
Nate moved on… In a week. He was over me. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces again. I was crying over him again. Why do I love someone who brings me so much pain? Who breaks me, hurts me?
I walked towards the closet so I could get my stuff. By now Nate was shifting in the bed.
“Who’s there?” He said. “Y/n?” He questioned, I turned around. He was covering himself with a pillow.
“I-I’m just getting my stuff.” I tried to say without stuttering. My tears were rolling off my cheeks and creating little drops on the hardwood floor.
“Y/n… I… You should have called before you came.” He then turned around and talked to blonde laying besides him. “Babe wake up” she started shifting in the bed. “Babe she’s here can you give us some privacy.”
I had my back towards them, but I could hear her stand up from the bed, they kissed and she left the room. He called her babe. I was just “she” and he said with so much anger and annoyance.
“Y/n you can’t just come here without telling me. You don’t live here anymore.” He said to me.
“Nate shut the fuck up. I own the apartment. Oh and I already to the landlord I’m leaving so you have a week to get you’re shit out.” I said.
We stayed quiet while I put my clothes in a suitcase.
“Was it hard?” I paused. “You know moving on after spending four years with a person.”
“No” he bluntly said. He was leaning on the wall next to me. “Are you almost done?” He asked.
“Yeah.” I said closing the suitcase and standing. “A moving truck is coming tomorrow, so can get my furniture.” I walked out of the room and down the stairs Nate not even bothering to help me.
She was sitting on the couch. “Can you please not sit on my couch? I don’t want all your herpes around it.”
“I’m not a fucking slut, you’re the one who couldn’t keep your man.” She said with a smirk.
“I think you’re more of a whore, but you and I both know that nobody’s ever going to pay for that shit” I said before walking out the door.


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A/N: part 2?

Dramatical Murder - Sentence Memes
  • “We’re not dogs.”
  • “What am I trying to hide? Everything.”
  • “Conversations make me feel uncomfortable.”
  • “His/her tone is sickeningly sweet. It’s poison.”
  • “Anger and sadness are the fruits of adulthood.”
  • “You think we’re parasites of this town, don’t you?”
  • “I wonder if I’m already numb to that kind of feeling.”
  • “I wanted to give myself over to the flow of not caring.”
  • “This is a farewell part for me and the boss certainly…”
  • “I don’t want you to go away. I want you to stay with me.”
  • “Your most prominent trait is your lack of self-awareness.”
  • “It’s not like we ever really pledged our allegiance to you.”
  • “If you’re unsure, you’re sure to stumble. Follow your heart.”
  • “I wanted to apologize but I couldn’t. I didn’t know what to do.”
  • “It’s a lot easier to just listen to what we say obediently, right?”
  • “The moment before the crash is the most magnificent, isn’t it?”
  • “Don’t waste your time sitting around like a useless piece of shit.”
  • "You try so hard and fail all the time. You are very disappointing.”
  • “Dispose of me. If I become inefficient, I will just be trouble for you.”
  • "Everyone believes in you, and you don’t even believe in yourself.”
  • "Two devils encircled in death; let’s see how far we can fall, shall we?”
  • “You’re full of shit, but I’ll let you eat those words. I’ll beat you to a pulp.”
  • “If you’re normal you would resist it. I think you would definitely hate it.”
  • “Why do I have to take this treatment? Who should I resent? Fate, god?”
  • “What someone considers the light, may actually be dark to someone else.”
  • “I might try to act cool, but the heart is something unexpectedly soft, a'int it.”
  • “No one knows what’s right and wrong. It’s the people themselves who decide that.”
  • “Stop being so sensitive. You won’t live very long if you let everything bother you.”
  • “I know I’m fucked up. I don’t need to be told I’m fucked up by a piece of shit like you.”
  • “It was always a somehow empty feeling, like there was a filter into my emotions.”
  • “Even though I am imperfect, I am loved by you anyway. For this, I am truly thankful.”
  • “If you’re just going to stab them in the back later, then close off your feelings from the start.”
  • “It doesn’t matter if you’re a hero, sometimes you’re just not strong enough to find happiness on your own.”
  • “You think you don’t know who you are, right? Wrong. The truth is that you do know, but you don’t accept it.”
  • “No matter how much pride you have, it can be easily stripped away by repeatedly causing your mind grief.”
  • "It’s not like we can do anything about it. Even if we’re unhappy, we can’t do anything but endure and swallow it.”
  • “I believed in these guys and thought it was fine to continue on with normal days. Was it wrong for me to think that?”
  • “It’s horrible. You feel the the noose tightening around your neck, but you can’t find the motivation to do anything about it.”
  • “You didn’t have any will to live because you were set on dying. You abandoned any hope of living at the beginning.”
  • “I don’t know what would’ve happened to you… if you lost all control over your heart and my voice couldn’t reach you anymore.”
  • “Their empty hearts only move in order to capture something enjoyable.·But no matter how much they fill it they won’t be satisfied.”
  • "What do you think happens to people the moment they put their intentions high on a pedestal, thinking of themselves noble? Nothing.”
  • “I’m losing what I’ve always taken for granted. The reality of it all leaves me hopeless … reality and my imagination are different things.”

First piece of fanart I’ve done that I acutally like and feel confident sharing with people! It’s a pretty big step for me to share it, considering the only one who’s seen my art folder is @mintchocolateleaves because I usually hate everything i draw…

So yeah… anyway! Have some angsty-ish nalu with a lil Happy in the corner. I guess this could be Natsu is falling into the darkest part of his heart?

I know it still needs improvement… but i still like it :)

*Please don’t repost!*

1/1 - Happy Birthday our beloved Freckled boy, Ace! 

Dang I’m one day late but anyway ;v; this was a sketch I made for the op 69min challenge at twitter, I ended up changing some things cuz going from flat colours to rendering needs other kind of details.

Ace is one of my fave One Piece characters, I’ve never cried as much as I did when he died…. and I’m still not over it, but at least this year we got the Sab’s grown up look, so my dream to make ASL pics with their adult selves was possible ;v; thanks Oda.

I coloured this for my waifu mari-m-rose, I still need to finish her birthday gift -im so late- but she loves Ace with all her heart so this is for her as well. Anyway, hope you like it hun and you too guys, Happy Birthday my Ace-boy, and ofc Happy New Year! (:

Pixiv Link, don’t repost please

MATT ESPINOSA IMAGINE - REQUESTED

hello hi I’M BACK WITH ANOTHER IMAGINE, this one I genuinely think is shit af. so this is supposed to be based around the song towers by little mix BUT I got excited and tbh I don’t even know what I ended up writing. ANYWAY I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED THIS CLARISSA! 

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“We need to talk.” Those four words enough to rip my heart to pieces. I wasn’t stupid, I knew what was coming.
I sat down on the black leather couch in my tiny living room, pulling my knees up to my chest and hugging them. The minutes waiting for my boyfriend of 2 years, Matt to get here felt like hours. I should’ve known it was coming, ever since we both moved to L.A it hasn’t been the same between us. We only live 5 minutes away from each other but we see each other half as much as we did in Virginia.
He’s moving forward with his life, making his dream a reality and I’m at the same point I was when we were first going out, the same point I’m probably going to be at forever.
How do you confront the person you love and tell them they don’t treat you right, knowing it will turn into a fight?
I was disgusted with myself. How could I become so weak?
I let Matt treat me however he wanted to because I was too scared to approach him in case he ended it with me.
Why can’t I just let go of him, why.
Everything had turned to shit and I still held onto the smallest bit of hope that we would be okay again.
I closed my eyes, picturing a time when our relationship was perfect, everything was perfect. I felt a tear roll down my cheek before quickly wiping it away.
“gosh, pull yourself together Clarissa, he hasn’t even come over yet”
I was pulled out of my thoughts by a soft knock on the door. The feeling in the pit of my stomach was indescribable. I walked towards the door, sucking in my breath.
I opened the door to see Matt leaning against the door frame.
“Hey baby” He tried to smile, but it didn’t meet his eyes.
He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before taking my hand and leading me back to the same couch I had just been sitting on.
His hands felt so warm in mine, I could almost feel his heartbeat racing through his fingertips. It felt like time was passing slower than ever, they say that’s what happens when you’re dying. I guess that’s how I looked at this, like a part of me was dying and I knew there was nothing that could be done, I knew what was about to come.
His voice flooded the room, with a delicate charm that I hadn’t heard in a while.
“I feel like you’ve noticed that recently things have been different and that’s what they have been, different. I feel like we’ve become different people, we’re both living different lives and it’s as if we’ve forgotten how to include each other in that. I’ve felt like this for a while I just haven’t known how to say it.” He said slowly, studying my face for a reaction.
I looked at the floor, before taking a few deep breaths and looking back up into his unreadable eyes
“How long is a while?” My voice coming out barely audible.
He let’s go of my hands and looks at the floor, not replying.
“I said, How long is a while Matthew?” The anger starting to show in my voice.
“Around 6 months” He muttered, still not looking up to make my contact with me.
The anger was rising inside of me, I felt as if I was about to burst.
“6 months? are you fucking kidding me? 6 months? wait, let me get this right” I shot to my feet before continuing, “So you’re telling me that you felt this way before you dragged me to L.A?”
“Yes.” He replied softly, his head still facing the ground.
That was it, the bubble of anger in side of me popped.
“You made me drop everything and pack up my entire life, I left all of my friends, I left every single member of my family so that I could come to L.A and support you in everything you wanted to do and you knew you weren’t happy in this relationship. How selfish are you? You watched me, I have been absolutely miserable this entire time and you haven’t been here for me once. I stopped my life for yours and moved to a different state and you knew you would be breaking up with me?”
Angry was an understatement now, I was livid.
“i’m sorry Clary, I just-”
“Sorry? you think sorry is going to give me back the time and money I’ve wasted on you?”
“No! It’s not like that -”
“Tell me what’s it like then because from where I’m standing it seriously seems like you bought me all the way over here for some sick game.” I was yelling, pacing back and forth in front of him. I looked like a psycho, I knew I did. But for once I didn’t care.
“I thought bringing you here would bring us closer, I swear. But it’s torn us further apart and I’m so sorry that this has happened the way that it has.” He stood up, trying to grab my hands to hold them again.
“Oh there you go, saying fucking sorry again. If you were truly sorry you wouldn’t have pulled me away from my family, you wouldn’t sit there and let me be upset and never be there for me the way you have been the past 5 months we’ve been in L.A” I pulled my hands back from him and took a step back.
“You know what Clarissa? After the way you’ve been acting tonight, I’ve realised I should have gotten rid of you a long time ago. At least i’m going somewhere with my life. I bought you here because I thought you needed the support that I could give you but clearly don’t deserve it” He snapped at me, taking a step back as well.
“Actually you know what Matt, you don’t deserve me.”
I had never felt this sort of anger towards anybody before. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that someone who I thought of so highly was so pathetic. I never thought Matt had a bad bone in his body.
“Oh please,” He laughed bitterly before continuing “I could have 100 girls like you, better than you in a snap of a finger so you should consider yourself lucky.”
“Yeah well good luck with those 12 year old girls who throw themselves at you. Get out of my apartment Matthew. Never come back. I never want to see your disgusting face again.” I snarled, I had never spoken to him like this and I knew that behind his strong front he was shocked and my reaction.
“You don’t have to ask twice.” and with that, he walked out and slammed the door.
I stood in the same position for a few minutes, the anger inside of me slowly dying out.
It hit me that this really did just happen, and that Matt wasn’t coming back. I sunk to the ground before letting a tear fall, and another, and another. I let the sobs take over my body as I sat in the middle of my floor crying my heart out.
I never wanted to fight with him, but the pain he left in my chest was something I couldn’t handle.
Funny how in the 2 years we were together, this moment, right now. Me sobbing uncontrollably on my floor was the moment I needed him the most.

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HOW WAS IT?! MESSAGE ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF IT BE HONEST SERIOUSLY IF IT WAS THE WORST THING YOUVE EVER READ MESSAGE ME AND LET ME KNOW. ofc theres gonna be more parts, I think there might be around 3 or 4 parts maybe??? so thank you Clarissa for inspiring me. Same dealio as before whoever reads this and wants an imagine message me your name, the guy you want and a scenario or song you want it based off. I’ll be posting 2 or so imagines a day because after wednesday im finished school for the year. also im sorry if tthere are any spelling/ grammatical errors my computer doesnt have autocorrect or anything atm  

THIS IS DRAGGING ON SO IM STOPPING IT HERE. 

xoxoxoxoxo 

niallslaugh-deactivated20160601  asked:

narry and “You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” AU omfg

A/N: Dedicated to niallslaugh​ of course, hope you like it love :)

The first thing Niall realizes when he wakes up is the terrible headache he has, blood rushing in his ears and his temples throbbing, he drank a lot last night. The second thing, after he almost passes out from sitting up, is the cat sitting on his thighs. Liam doesn’t have a cat. Neither does he have floral print couches or modern art hanging around his home.

“What the fuck,” Niall breathes and he can still taste last night’s scotch and soda on his tongue and the lipstick stained on his teeth from the girl he almost pulled.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up,” Someone that’s definitely not Liam says, “There’s water and Tylenol on the stand next behind you.”

He’s sitting at a kitchen table near the back corner of the room with a mug of what Niall is assuming is coffee and a plate of breakfast that’s making him nauseous.

Niall downs both the water and pills but he’s still really fucking confused, “You aren’t like a serial killer are you?”

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