i find him every night in my dreams

Do you ever think about me?“ She asks, full of hope that maybe she hasn’t lost him.

“I stayed up every night trying to find the right words for you, and eventually I’d fall asleep, but my dreams always consisted of you.” he answered.

“Why didn’t you come back to me?”

“Because eventually I realized that I didn’t really miss you, it was that I missed someone caring so much about me.”

And like that, all her hopes that they could be together again were crushed.

—  (hope)

Could you do an imagine where you leave Neverland to go to the Enchanted Forest for something & you get cursed by Regina’s spell from s1 & Pan finds you but you don’t remember him? I know it’s long but yeah…c:

“I’ll be fine don’t worry.” I reassured Peter. “I have a bad feeling about this.” I cut him off with a kiss. “I’ll be back in three days time.” “I love you.” “I love you too and I’ll see you soon.”

The enchanted forest was beautiful.
I was making my way to go find Red when I saw a fog drift over the kingdom. Confused I watched it but passed out as it drifted over me.

“Y/N BREAKFAST IS READY!” My mother called. “COMING!” I yelled back. Every single night I would have the same dream. I didn’t know where I was to start but I knew I had to get back to this Peter guy. Peter was the only thing I could remember about him. Nothing else just a name. I shrugged it off and walked downstairs. “I need you to go babysit Henry Mills today.” My mom said as I sat down. “Yeah sure anytime you know I love that kid.” Regina Mills was my mothers best friend. Apparently they had know each other a very long time. Longer than you think, that’s what Regina always said. So I always hung out with Henry when he was alone. He was like my little brother in a way. After eating I ran upstairs and got all ready. I pulled on a random out fit and walked outside.

~Back in Neverland~
“Felix it’s been years. If I can’t find my true love then I have to take the heart of this kid. Now watch over Neverland I’m doing this personally.”

~Back in Storybrook~
“Hello Y/N.” Regina greeted. “Hey Regina.” “Henry is upstairs.” “Alright.” Regina left and I ran upstairs. “Henry?!” I called before walking into his room. The first thing I saw was him and some teenage boy. “Oh hey Henry who’s your friend.” “I’m Peter. Peter Pan.” “Wow your so funny. New flash Peter Pan isn’t real.” “Henry did the curse not break with her?” “No she needs true loves kiss and her boyfriend just dumped her.” “Oh kay there let’s not talk about that. Still hurts.” I said raising an eyebrow. “Sorry. Uh here let’s go to Granny’s.” Henry said. “Okay whatever I’ll drive.” I said grabbing my keys and purse.

I hung out with Peter and Henry. It was kinda fun. When it got late I dropped Henry off and drove Peter around town. “And over there is the town line. One day I’m going to cross it and live in the big wide somewhere.” I said staring out at the escape of this closed off town. “Do you not like it here?” “My only friend is Henry and I’m pretty sure my family hates me.” I said looking over at Peter. I saw something in his eyes. Almost an understanding. Before I knew it his lips where on mine. I felt a rush of memories and I pulled back gasping. “Peter?” “Y/N.” I wrapped my arms around him. “I promise to never leave again.” “Let’s take you home the lost boys will be very pleased.” “One second.” I wrote a letter to Henry and told him I would see him again soon. “Ready?” “Ready.”

Wondering Ch. 2

Damn I am on a roll tonight! Here is Chapter 2 of the Soulmate AU! Message for the next chapter!!

Chapter 1

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Before I knew it, I was asleep. I dreamed of him like I do every night. I dreamed of how we would meet, how his voice would sound when he tells me he loves me, how his lips would feel against mine. I was jolted awake by my alarm. I groaned and sat up on my bed and ruby eyes. I walked down stairs to find an empty house and a note on the fridge.

Emma, I left for the airport. Remember to pick up your brother at 3pm! Love you!

I groaned and looked at the clock. 10:24am. Okay, well I can do the rest of my homework before I have to pick up Zack, and I have to get the guest room ready for mom’s friend. I blew up the air mattress and set it up in Zack’s room so I could sleep there and their son could have my bed. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about having an 18 year old boy in my room, but there was nothing too embarrassing in there. I finished cleaning out the guest bedroom and went to work on my homework.

My mind was drifting again. I was thinking of him. How can you be so in love with someone you have never met? I guess I was more in love with the idea of him. I lifted my shirt to reveal the initials. I studied them like I have a million times before. I traced my fingers over the pigmented skin and sighed heavily. Next thing I knew, it was 2:39pm. I rushed to get ready and grab the keys from the table by the door. I was able to take my dad’s car since he took his motor cycle to work today.

I pulled into the parking lot of the elementary school and I couldn’t help but wonder if my kids would go here someday. Will they look like me or him? Will he be a good father? Will he even want kids? I looked up to see my brother running towards the car.

“Hey, bud. How was school?” I asked as he got into the back seat.

“It sucked. Some of the other guys were making fun of my initials.” He sighed softly.

“What? Why? Everyone has them.” I said, trying not to get mad.

“Mine match this girl in the grade above us, and they keep telling me that someday, we are going to get married and that’s gross. Girls are icky.” He pouted. He was only in second grade so he won’t get the “talk” for another two years. That’s the only bad thing about having initials that are visible. You don’t have any way to hide them. Everyone knows and they can butt into your business.

“She may not be your match. Don’t worry, okay?” I tried to soothe him. I decided to take him to get some ice cream before we went home. Adults aren’t supposed to talk to kids about the initials until they have had the talk, but I think he needs to talk. We sat under a big tree and I watched him slurp his ice cream. “Hey, don’t worry about those boys, okay?” I nudged his shoulder a bit and he giggled.

“They keep saying that hers matches mine too. What if we do get married someday?” He asked softly.

“You’re going to get this talk in a couple years so you’ll understand that if you are meant to be, you’ll find each other when you’re ready.” His green eyes met mine and a grin spread across his face.

“She is kind of pretty I guess.” He giggled and I laughed. “Have you found that L guy, yet?” He blurted out and I almost spit my ice cream onto the ground.

“How did you know my initials have an L?” I cocked my head to the side and he shrugged.

“I always see you looking at it in the mirror. I never knew what it meant until those boys told me.” He has no idea how lucky he is to not know. Sometimes I wish I didn’t. The waiting is torture.

“No, I haven’t found him yet, but I will. You know, you are too smart for your own good, little booger.” I noogied his head and stood up. “Now, come on. We have to get home.” I reached my hand out for his.

We made it home fairly quickly and I got Zack started on his homework. My dad made it home right after us and took his usual spot in his chair.

“Hi daddy, how was school?” I smiled.

“It was okay, sweetie.” My dad was never really the talking type, unless he was talking about my mom. It was actually really cute.

Before I could respond, the door opened. My mom stepped in followed by a lovely blonde woman and an older man.

“Guys, come meet the Hemmings’!” My mom yelled into the house. My dad and my brother were the first to make it into the living room.

“Okay, Liz, Andy, this is my husband, Jim, and my youngest, Zachary.” She smiled. “Emma, sweetie, come here!” My mom finished yelling just as I came into the room.

“Hi, its nice to meet you.” I extended a hand to them both.

“Nice to meet you too, dear.” Her Australian accent filled my ears and it sounded so cool. “Luke! Come in here and meet everyone!” She yelled out the door. My head snapped up. Luke. Luke Hemmings. My heart skipped a beat when a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed boy entered our house. I took in his appearance quietly. His initials weren’t visible. I have to be dreaming. Okay, here is what I will do. I will wait a few days until he is comfortable around me and I’ll casually ask him what his middle name is. Yeah, that will work.

“Hi, I’m Luke.” He waved at us.

“Luke, this is Jim, Zack, and Emma.” His mom pointed to each of us as she introduced us. His head whipped towards me when she said my name. I tried to smile and not faint right there. He moved towards me slowly and extended a hand to me.

“Hi, Emma Weston. I’m Luke.” His voice was low and hoarse. I loved it. I reached for his hand and shook it lightly. His hands were calloused, but his touch was soft. My breath stopped the second our skin touched. Is this the feeling? Is this what Jamie had been talking about? Someone cleared their throat and I snapped out of whatever daze I was in.

“Emma, why don’t you show Luke to where he will be sleeping, and take Zack with you.” My mom said, undoubtedly wanting some adult time. I nodded and headed up to my room. I told Zack to go to his room and make my air mattress for me. He groaned, but obliged. I led Luke to my room and shut the door quickly.

“Okay, so you are going to be sleeping in my room and I’ll be in my brother’s room. Make yourself at home.” I smiled avoided looking into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“Thanks, Emma.” My name slipped out of his mouth so smoothly. I wanted to fall onto my bed and scream into my pillow. “C-Can I ask you a question?” His voice was softer now, like he was scared.

“Sure, yeah.” I said nervously. He walked up to me so we were only a few inches apart. His eyes stayed connected with mine. I thought he was going to grab my waist, but his hands grabbed the ends of my shirt. My breath hitched because I had only imagined doing this to someone a million times. He lifted it slowly, as if to build the tension, and once it was up around my ribs his eyes trailed away from mine, and went down my body. I saw his blue eyes widen when he saw the ink on my skin. He didn’t say a word as he dropped my shirt and lifted his own. That’s where I saw my initials etched into his extremely pale skin. I closed my eyes and let the butterflies in my tummy take over.

“I found you.”

We are just bones and broken hearts wishing on dead stars for our loves to love us back
there’s no use in a carcass of what used to contain light because now it’s just a mess of stardust
wishing on it won’t bring him back it won’t sew together your soul it will only make you feel more empty when you wake up without a text from him
why confess to the sky that every night you wake up in tears because even in your dreams you miss him?

the moon already knows and it weeps for you my dear but you must know that the stars cannot heal you
only time can and throwing your wish to the moonlight won’t make the hours slip through your fingers you’ll just find yourself waiting for it to come true

missing him won’t be the end of you
waiting for him to love you might.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write– Lily Rain

You looked at me like I was someone else last night.
You touched me like I wore someone else’s skin.
I told you I wanted all of your body and none of your heart,
but this will be harder if you can’t look at me and not think of him.

You kissed me like you thought I could save you last night.
You looked at me like you believed I could send you to sleep.
I promised you I’d do my best to chase the demons,
but I know it’s not my face you’ll be seeing in your dream.

You live your life trying to find his replacement,
boys and girls who laugh in the same tone.
You try and find his fingerprints in someone else’s hand,
but every night you end up going home alone.

You listened as your mother told you you’d find someone else.
You know she was thrilled to see me instead at your side.
But that won’t stop you waking up in the middle of the night,
wishing it was me instead of him taking up your mind.

—  Josie, “From His Replacement