i wish my hair always looked like that

anonymous asked:

You've said in one of your tags that Yoongi isn't straight and that's a fact. Was you just joking around or was it mentioned somewhere by him? Could you give me a source? Thank you 💕 P.S. your blog is 👌😍

yoongi’s gay lyrics:

  • cypher pt. 3: “whether its a boy or a girl my tongue will make you come.” 👏👏 legendary.
  • good day: “always laugh and rest on my shoulder. things like appearance it’s as if it doesn’t matter. it has no relationship in our relationship. yep bro, always the same yep bro, by your side.” this could be about bromance too but..
  • wishing on a starstart moving, boy. throbbing heartbeat, it’s starting now, boy. ur possibilities have no limit boy, there’s no limit value you can be a star, don’t forget that.” this song is a soft love song and yoongi’s verse just happens to be about a boy.
  • spring day: “yeah i hate you. although you left there hasn’t been a day that i have forgotten you. honestly, i miss you but now I’ll erase you because that will hurt less than resenting you.” rapmon said spring day is a song about his and suga’s experience and that the lyrics express them.. hmm…

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littlesproutling  asked:

I saw your post where you mentioned different occupations you would have wished for Harry, and when I read your idea that he becomes a thestral breeder, it was like the stars alligned because I just love the image of him running around in comfy sweaters looking after these misunderstood creatures with a bad rep, secluding himself a bit from the busy world and the media. In my mind he wears clogs or rubber boots depending on the weather and there's always a few strands of hay in his hair

not even going to lie, I probably wasn’t 100% serious when I said it back then, but the way you described it just made me genuinely consider it.  

just imagine the daily prophet headline: SAVIOUR OF THE WIZARDING WORLD QUITS AURORS TO BECOME A THESTRAL BREEDER Did The Boy Who Lived go full Lockhart? Will thestrals gain popularity now that Harry Potter himself took them under his wing? see page 3 for a full article! 

(only the quibbler gets an exclusive interview though)

When I was tinier than tiny and my aunt was combing my hair she told me that life is like a train and everybody needs to get down at their own station and we can’t keep their luggage because they will need it and so we should let go completely and always smile because that’s the last image of us they will have and it will soon fade away and they will forget what we look like but if we ever did help them pack their bags, they will forever remember.

After she was done braiding my hair I turned around and asked her,

‘What’s for breakfast, I’m hungry’

Back then I didn’t get any of it but now I wish I could go back and ask,

‘What if the train breaks down?’

—  creatingnikki

It’s 2005 and I am 7, and my mom does my hair up in little braids with bright beads and barrettes that match my clothes. My teachers complain that they’re distracting. My mother tries to reason with them that braids are just about the only to manage my hair. They don’t care. The seed is sown.

It’s 2006 and I start getting my hair pressed. My Sundays are spent with aloe vera leaves pressed to the burns on my neck. I start to hate rain and develop a fear of heat tools that lasts to this day.

It’s 2008 and all the girls at school brush each other’s hair. Becky asks if she can brush mine. I want to fit in so I tell her yes. I want to disappear when she runs away yelling to the class that I have grease in my hair.

It’s 2008 when I ask my mom why my hair isn’t like the other girls’. She tells me it’s just how I am, and that my black hair is nothing to be ashamed of. I want to tell her she’s wrong.

It’s 2009 and I sit on the floor in my living room crying as the chemicals burn my scalp but I don’t move until twenty minutes have passed. After its been flat ironed it’s silky and straight - but it’s not straight or silky enough, not white girl straight. I touch the chemical burns on my scalp and wish I had left the perm on longer.

It’s 2010 and I’m three weeks late on my perm. That awful, bushy new growth is starting to grow under my perfect straight hair. I hate it. I think it’s ugly and dirty and I wish it’d just go away. I remind my mom to grab the extra strength relaxer.

It’s 2011 and I’m going through my scene phase. I want nothing more than to tease my hair and put it into backcombed pigtails and clip dream catchers into it. But I can’t. It bushes out at the slightest hint of moisture and tangled in the bat of an eye. I hate my hair in both its natural and treated forms.

It’s 2013 and my hair can’t take anymore. It’s damaged beyond repair and I’m forced to cut all thirteen inches off. I’m left with the natural hair I’ve hated my whole life. I cry for weeks.

It’s 2013 and my first healthy curl has appeared. I think it looks pretty. For Christmas I wish for more.

It’s 2015 and I have a fro as big and round as the sun. My curls frame my face like laurels. I put on my hoop earrings and love how I look.

It’s 2015 and I feel the need to reinvent myself. I cut it all off again, from twelve inches to three. I cry for days.

It’s 2016 and my curls are more defined than ever. My natural hair is my glory. I style them into a flat top or a coiff or whatever I feel like. I consider growing them out again.

Your hair journey will not always be pretty. It will not always be healthy. You will not remember all of it fondly. But no matter how rough or how long, it will always be worth it.

Show Me || Jeon Jungkook

Summary: While Jungkook and you talk on Skype, he begins to get turned on by some of the things you do.

Genre: Smut [Dirty Talk]

Originally posted by chocolatechipkookie14


It was almost 2 in the morning and you were up playing games on your laptop. You didn’t know what to do anyways. You were falling asleep as you did so until you heard the Skype jingle pop up on your screen. You’re eyes popped open once you saw Jungkook’s image as the contact.

You reached over the turn on the lamp and answered the call. You then saw a sleepy Jungkook with his oversized white shirt on. You smiled and waved at him through the screen. “You look tired.” you say. He shook his head before talking. “I was until I called you.”

You smiled, pushing your hair behind your ear. “Are you’re parents out again?” you asked and he shook his head. “Nope. Downstairs sleep.” he pushes his hair back. “What have you been doing before you called me?”

“Oh nothing. Just thinking of you. Like I always do.” he winked at me. “Yes, I’m pretty irresistible, aren’t I?” I sarcastically said. He chuckled and rested his head on his hand. “I wish you were here. It’s boring here.” he pouted. I crooked my head to the side before you saw him staring at something that was not actually near your face.

“What are you looking at?” you looked around. He made his eyes back to you and sheepishly smiled. “N-Nothing.” he says, but looks back down towards, hesitantly. What is he looking at? “Really? Nothing?” you raise an eyebrow. You laughed at his sudden awkwardness, wondering what was going on in his head.

Well, in his head he was thinking of the million ways to fuck you. He noticed the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra under that sort of see through shirt. His imagination went wild, but he couldn’t do anything about it. What frustrated him was that you weren’t there with him.

“Jungkook?”

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you through the laptop screen. “Are you okay?” you asked since he was zoning out so much. He didn’t want to lie or else he’d have to deal with the problem anyway. So an idea popped in his head.

He rubbed his throbbing area, hissing a little before looking back towards you. “I really wish you were here.” he groaned and you nodded. “I do too. But hey, you can come over tomo-“

“I need you.”

You paused got the message instantly. You hesitated to talk so he did it for you. “I’ve been thinking of some things.” he led you on. You looked down and realized you weren’t wearing a bra. You smirked and looked up to the screen. “What were they?” you asked pulling some of your hair so that it would run down your shoulders. “How I was gonna treat you when we meet tomorrow.” he said making you wetter by the second. You only wore that oversized shirt and panties, so you thought it would be pretty easy to tease him.

You over the laptop a little further away from you so he could see most of your body. He bit his lip as you played with the hem of your shirt. “Do you want this off?” you ask. “If you don’t mind.” he replied, pleased by the way you teased him.

You slowly raised the shirt over your head before throwing it at the end of your bed. You grabbed one breast as you rubbed lightly on the other. He imagined sucking harshly at each one at the same speed your fingers rubbed at your hard nipple.

He imagined how your boobs would bounce whenever you rode him. You pulled on your lace underwear before slipping those off with ease. He noticed how wet your were and chuckled. “You’re soaking.” he commented. You saw his cock spring out from his sweatpants as he started pumping it slowly.

You stuck your middle finger inside you, moving at his pace. “You want me there right now, don’t you?” he asks going a little faster and you did as well. You didn’t say anything, scared it would come out as a moan. “Don’t you like it when I hit you from behind as I wrapped your hair around my fist. Making you scream letting everyone know you’re mine, baby girl?”

You couldn’t help but let put a soft moan when he went faster. Him pounding into you causing bruises to form on your ass was the best feeling. You made your finger go deeper and faster. “Baby, I can’t hear you.” he smirked. “I can’t be so loud, Jungkook. My parents might hear.” you struggled to let out. This only made Jungkook to go faster, but you didn’t reach his speed. You knew that would be too much for you.

You saw him look at you and raise an eyebrow. You went a ahead and reached his speed, squeezing your eyes shut. Him not being there was torture, but you thought of something that might help the both of you out. “You said you wanted me to ride you right?” you asked and he nods.

You took your finger out and grabbed your pillow (not the one you sleep on) and put it between your legs. You flipped over so that you were on top of the pillow. Jungkook was surprised, and bit his lip. “I’ll ride my pillow for you then.” you say and begin grinding on the pillow.

“Show me how bad you want me, baby girl. Show me how bad you want to ride me.” he says squeezing his cock and moving up and down. You bring your hands I front of you, gripping the pillow so that it would stay still as you rode it.

You were grinding on your pillow in a normal speed, but Jungkook wanted you to go faster. The faster you went the more noise you would make, but he didn’t care. You noticed how he jerked off in a much faster speed so you met his pace and immediately began to whimper.

“Fuck you look so sexy.“ He groaned as went even faster than he was before. You could hear the slaps from the other side of the screen as he threw his head back.

You took your hand and slapped your own ass making both you and him go crazy. Your moans got higher each time as you were close to your high. You went faster, massaging one of your nipples. “Mm, Jungkook. Im close.”

“So am I. Keep going, baby.” He growled not even trying to control his moans. “Ah, shit Y/N” you let out a long moan, your mouth hanging open. The both of you came at the same time. You panted as he let go of himself chuckling.

“You were pretty loud.” He says and you look over at him. “Was I?!” You yell whispered and got off the pillow and threw your shirt back on. “I cant wait to come over tomorrow.” He says and pulls his sweatpants back up.

“Then you’ll be riding me foreal.” He winked.

Gorgeous (Bucky x Reader)

Request: I just wanna say i’m so in love with your writings aaaand i was wondering if you could write a bucky x reader and the reader is so friendly with everyone, but she feels so alone because thinks nobody can fall in love with her, but bucky did. one day, she feels so down the she starts crying and saying awful things to herself looking in the mirror, but bucky hears everything and that makes him confess his feelings. i’m sorry it’s too long,. and if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay <3  

Bucky x reader imagine where she had really horrible anxiety and he is the only one that can calm her down? would you mind putting some angst in there and like one of the other avengers caused her to panic (she isn’t an avenger) thanks doll ;) xx

Words: 2,917

Warnings: Self shame, anxiety, FLUFF

Tags: @annadier @happelu970 @shamvictoria11 @spookass @pabegay1(message me if you want to be tagged in any fics or if I forgot to tag you! Sometimes I forget, my apologies!


You were no Avenger.

You weren’t as badass as Natasha or Wanda. You weren’t as sarcastic and outgoing as your father, you were just you. You lived with the Avengers because your dad was Tony Stark, the Avengers were like your huge, crazy, loud family. You loved having them as a family, you loved every last bit of it, but sometimes it’s hard not to doubt your looks or skills.

You were clumsy. You ran into walls, got your shirt caught on pointy objects, face planted into gardens, and tripped going up the stairs.  You weren’t as strong as the others,  you never worked on your upper body strength because you never really cared about it.

You would run twice a week for exercise and that was it. You hated working out, it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced. You would much rather be drinking a milkshake while watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Like you were right now.

“Oo, fancy.” You were sitting criss crossed on the couch, a blanket spread across your bare legs and your baggy long sleeve shirt rolled up slightly on your arms. A milkshake in one hand while your eyes remained glued to the screen projecting the fashion show.

“That looks painful.” Scott spoke with a mouth full of his own milkshake. He was slouched next to you, his legs spread out in front of him and his back surrounded by toss pillows. He was tilting slightly onto the arm of the couch but he seemed to be comfortable.

“I would never wear something that heavy looking on my dick.” Scott took another large gulp of his shake, twisting his face in pain as a brain freeze clearly took over his mind temporarily.

“But it’s so pretty.” You admired the glammed up bra, “Oo, look she has wings! I wish I had wings, how fun would that be?”

“Super fun! I would strut around in wings all day if they looked like that.” Scott glanced over at you, but you were still consumed in admiring all the glamorous outfits and models.

“I have wings.” Sam called out from the chair on the other side of the couch. His legs hanging over the arm of the chair and his back resting against the other arm. His phone rested on his chest and his shake was long gone, the empty cup sitting on the coffee table. “They’re even cooler because mine work.”

“Mm.” Both you and Scott made the same sound and twisted your lips as you both looked at Sam.

“Not the same thing. Yours aren’t as glamorous, now are they?” You turned your attention back at the screen and made your lips in the shape of an ‘o’ as you looked at Gigi Hadid walk down the runway. She was your favorite model, her and Cara Delevingne.

“Yeah. You get feathers, sparkles, jewels and glitter on your wings, then we’ll talk.” Scott nodded his head swiftly and ignored Sam’s narrowed eyes as he directed his eyes back to the Fashion Show.

“I know a girl who can hook you up with some bedazzlement on those wings of yours, Sam.” You winked in his direction, a smirk tilting on your lips. “And by girl I mean me, and by bedazzlement I mean some superglue and a trip to Hobby Lobby.” 

“I hate both of you.” Sam chuckled under his breath and shifted around a little in his chair.

“Man, I wish I had legs like those.” Scott  shook his head and moved the straw in his shake around, trying to get a good sip. You giggled at Scott’s comment, you always found him to say the strangest but most awesome things. 

“You know who has legs like those?” Sam paused, waiting for Scott to answer but when Scott kept gulping down his shake, Sam answered himself. “Natasha. She even has the walk down too, she would slay all those other models.” 

Scott hummed in agreement. “And Wanda has the hair of a Victoria Secret model. I wish my hair was as luscious as hers, that would save me fifteen minutes in the morning.”

“You spend fifteen minutes on your hair?” Sam scuffed and tilted his head back to look at Scott.

“This,” Scott motioned to his hair. “doesn’t just happen, Sam. It takes time, effort and skill, okay?”

“Man, you’re crazy.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head and slouching back down in his chair again. “For real though, Wanda and Nat are hella attractive-”

You shuffled around in your seat, the thoughts that consumed your mind were driving you insane. All they were talking about was how beautiful Natasha and Wanda were, of course you had to agree, they were both stunningly gorgeous. They were badass, strong and attractive all at once. They were your best friends, but it always hurt you when you would go places with them and everyone would notice them and not you.

You weren’t as stunning as them, you weren’t as flawless and beautiful as them. Of course you weren’t. Everyone expected Tony Stark’s daughter to be drop dead gorgeous, but somehow they always seemed surprised to see you. You were never what they were expecting.

You stood up suddenly, your nose tingling and your eyes starting to twitch with tears. Your chest felt tight and your hands felt clammy, you needed a moment to pull yourself together before you came back out here and pretended to not even care. You dropped the blanket previously covering your bare legs on the couch where you used to be sitting and placed your milkshake, that suddenly made you feel bloated, on the coffee table.

“I have to pee.” You announced it as a joke, happily your voice didn’t shake and you seemed to be holding it together on the outside fairly well. You knew you were about to break, you had to hide.

“Okay.” Scott and Sam both watched you speed down the hallway. “Be back soon, the Angels are about to come out!’

“Man, seriously though, Nat and Wanda have the legs and hair, but damn, Y/N has the whole package. The face, hair, walk, legs, and even the hips.” Sam shook his head in astonishment.

Scott nodded his head in agreement and pulled a part of your blanket on his thighs, he knew it was your favorite blanket but he loved it just as much. It was soft and always smelled good.

“She looks more like a Victoria Secret model than some of the Victoria Secret models.” Scott talked with another mouthful of his shake, he didn’t even care though. “Have you seen the way everyone looks at her, she steals the attention away from Nat and Wanda every time they go out.”

“Hell, she steals the attention away from us Avengers. And we’re Avengers.”

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C: Sometimes I feel pressure as a black woman to look perfect. Not only do we have to look sensational to get just as much praise as the average white girl. But I also don’t feel like I can be undone. My edges aren’t always laid, my hair is unruly at times, my highlight isn’t always popping and my clothes look like I raided a thrift store. I wish I could look the way I want without the fear of judgement.

Perfect - A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: This was mostly written as a personal / cathartic piece. I considered keeping this private, but then I realized someone else out there might need this as badly as I did. This is by far the most emotionally taxing piece I have ever written. The content is heavy and I cried while writing it, so be careful if you choose to read on. Please do not read if you are triggered by self-hate, (self) body-shaming, or similar themes. I would hate to upset anyone else…if you ever need to talk, I’m here.

Originally posted by nellaey

She trudged down the stairs, praying that her book would be right where she left it. She had little patience for side quests today. Thankfully, there it sat. On the table she’d been sitting at hours prior. Still opened to the page she’d been memorizing on Draught of Living Death. 

Hustling toward it, she scooped it up into her arms and turned to head back up to her room. Incredibly eager to fall into her bed and ignore everything for a while. Perhaps forever.

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Headcanon: keith has no idea how to express his feelings

Like when he was still at the garrisson he used to date a guy and one time when they were sitting together he confessed to keith that he loved him and Keith freaked out cuz he didn’t know how to respond
“Well keith we’ve been dating for months and I just want to say i really cherish all our moments together and I really love you”
Keith : *sweating* “uhhhh I like you too……I guess ?”
They broke up two weeks after that

When he started dating lance he eventually has a better handle on how to convey his emotions and can now actually say “I love you” to lance without running away to hide afterwards but ????? he’s still very shy ???? And awkward????
lance: keith ur the most beautiful person in the whole galaxy ur eyes are so pretty and ur mullet is the softest thing ever I just want to run my hand through it all the time and u look so cute when u laugh???? I wish u laugh more often and ur also brave and kind and ur always there for me and im just???? so in love w u and sometimes I feel like I’m the luckiest guy in the universe
keith: *blushing furiously* “thats…. neat …. u have eyes too NO I mean… uhh fuck,… u have beautiful eyes too uhhh…..they look like the ocean …. waIT NO I mean the color of ur eyes and uhhhhh…ur hair looks brown and WAIT FUCK I mean of course but uhhh….” finally he just sighs and holds lances hands and says “and I’m in love w u too. A lot. I.. really love u?”
Lance hugs him tightly cuz he knows keiths trying his best

What my mom said while I made her watch Supernatural with me

“Oh it’s that ghost show you always talk about”
“It’s unnatural how much you talk about this show”

“He is very pretty” 

“I wish my hair looked like that”

“Is this the guy you cry over?”

“Are they…” *long silence* “…together?”

Cruisin' For a Bruisin'

A/N: Drabble request for anon. Jax comes home late from a rough ride and the reader patches him up and tells him about a book she read or a movie she wants to see, to keep his mind off the pain. I hope you like it, anony!

You were asleep on the couch when Jax flopped down next to you.
Jolting awake, you sat up, your head whipping around to see the Prince of SAMCRO grinning at you.
“Rise and shine, darlin’.” He said, wincing in pain.
You could see a long gash across his cheek. The blood had started to dry up, but it could use a few stitches. A large bruise had started to form.
“Go sit at the dining table, I’ll patch you up.” You said, hauling yourself off the couch and into the bathroom, grabbing supplies from the medicine cabinet.
Jax did as he was told, taking a large swig from a bottle of Jack that he’d pick up on the way to the kitchen.
“So, what happened?”
“We were coming in from the road, decided to stop in and grab a drink at a bar. Halfsack hit on the wrong woman. The chick’s boyfriend didn’t like it. Sack ended up knocking the guy out but then his friend’s joined in.”
”Oh man, I wish I’d seen Kip knock that guy out.”
”You can, talk to Tig, he filmed it.”
You laughed, running your hand through his hair.
”You look exhausted.” You commented, knowing that a run was always taxing on the club.
“Talk to me about something to take my mind off of it.” He requested as you sterilised the needle and thread. 
“I’ve been thinking,” you said, beginning to stitch the cut. “We should have a movie day. Stay on the couch, all day, watching movies, ordering pizza, eating junk food.”
“Sounds good, babe. What do you wanna watch?”
“What do you think about Fight Club?”
Jax chuckled, taking another swig of Jack.
“Sorry, too soon?” You laughed.
“Would you prefer Rocky?”
Jax turned and smacked you on the ass.
“Hold still, Teller!” You giggled.
You finished up stitching the wound and covered it.
Jax pulled you into his lap, stroking your cheek, thanking you.
“How about we have our movie day tomorrow. You can pick what we watch.”
“Great, chick flicks all day!”
Jax laughed and pulled you close, kissing you.
“You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’, Miss.”
“You love it.” You replied, kissing Jax. 
“I do.”

DILF- Shawn Mendes

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first imagine on Tumblr. It is 2204 words. Not sure if that’s long or short. I really don’t know what to say 😂 Feel free to message me with any feedback and I hope you enjoy! 


“Daddy comes home today, baby,” I expressed to my almost year old daughter while I bounced her on my hip.

“Aren’t you so excited?” she only replied with cute giggles and two-teethed smiles.

One thing about Avery was she loved her dad more than anything in the world. Anything about him made her happy. She loved to FaceTime with him or just listen to one of his songs. There had been many occasions when she wouldn’t sleep, but I put on her father’s music and she was out like a light.

I looked at my baby, being captivated by her beauty. Sure she was still young, but I could see her looking like her father more and more every day. She had his curly brown hair, the kind that swooped across her forehead, and his beautiful light brown eyes. Avery had Shawn’s smile and his cute little nose. He always said she looked like me and “Thank God because you’re the cute one.” I didn’t agree with either of those statements. I was glad she looked like him. If I was missing him, I had a little mini him around to dull the longing I felt.

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Jimin (M)

Originally posted by mochixhamster

The moment you got back to your hotel after long day with your family, you plopped down onto the bed; sighing in pure relief as the pillow-y mattress relieved your aching back. 

Suddenly the muffled sound of your ringtone playing and followed by the irregular vibrating filled the room. “Crap..” You huffed, thinking it was one of your cousins until you lifted your phone up to your face. 

Jiminnie 💕 is calling.. 

A bright grin painted across your face the instant you saw his name on the screen, immediately you answered and his lovely face appeared. 

His plush lips curled up in a soft smile, “Hey baby.” He cooed, giving you a slight wave. “How’s the visit with your family going?” 

“Well..” You pouted, holding the camera up as you ruffled your messy hair. “It’s been good, we had a little family gathering today and a bunch of my family came.” You said with a soft nod, “It was good, but I got so sad when they asked why you weren’t with me.” 

Jimin automatically pouted, looking like a complete cherub as always. “I’m sorry babygirl, you know I wish I could’ve been there with you.” 

Nodding again, you offered him a sweet reassuring smile, “It’s okay, sweet pea.” You added, “I just really, really miss you- I feel so lonely.” 

His lips pursed together, “I know, I miss you too.” He hummed, running his fingers through his soft brunette hair. “I miss your kisses and cuddles so much, but-” He began, holding back his giggles as he attempted to keep a straight face, “-If you were here I’d beat that pussy up like you never felt before.” 
Immediately the two of you broke out into laughter as you remembered the song Namjoon did years ago. 

Once you both calmed down, you rolled your eyes at him while biting your lower lip. “I can’t believe you said that, babe.” You sighed, cupping your cheek in your hand, “But if I’m being honest, I really wish you were here fucking me right now.” 

Jimin’s eyes widen as his bit his lower lip, shaking his head; the corner of his mouth lifted in a dumbfounded smirk, “You’re so fucking lucky everyone’s asleep, jagi.” 

Instinctively, your free hand travel down to your lower half- swiftly pushing up your skirt, teasing your clothed core. “Why, Daddy?” You cooed, lightly nipping at your lip as the wetness between your legs increased, “What would you do, huh?” 

Immediately, he could tell what you were trying to do. Licking those oh-so delectable lips of his, he raised his brow at you. “Daddy would definitely have to punish you babygirl.” He began, his tone changing from sweet and cute to absolute sex. 

Pushing your panties to the side, your fingers lightly traced up and down your drenched slit, “Oh really?” You airily replied, slightly hissing as you grazed your hardened clit. 

“Of course princess.” Jimin smoothly replied, the sound of his belt and jeans coming undone followed. “Oh fuck..” He groaned, “Daddy’s so fucking hard because you, little girl.” 

Seeing his lust darkened eyes fixating on you and hearing the desire in his voice turned you on, on a whole other level. You let out a delicate, needy little moan as you teased your entrance just before sliding two of you small fingers deep inside of you. “Da- Daddy~” You purred, throwing your head back into your pillows as you imagined he was the one deep inside you. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty babygirl.” He groaned, angling the camera down slightly- showing you his hardened cock as he grabbed the base of it. 

“Look at what you’ve done to Daddy babygirl. Look at how hard I am for you.” 

“Fuck, I wish I was inside you princess..” 

“The moment you come home I’m going fuck your brains out- I’m gonna make that pretty little pussy of yours scream.” 

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Here is the Procella version, they also grew up quiet handsome, so I’m proud of them, too.

Rui is not the little boy who you want to protect, is he? He looks mature and his hair is fluffier I suppose.

Kai hasn’t changed much, but he became manlier and more mature, for sure.

Yoh has been good looking before, too, but now he looks like the Procella’s Casanova. Although his hair is the same fortunately, or maybe it’s longer? IDK.

Yoru from the cute boy became the man you want to take home as your boyfriend(or your mother, as you wish).

As for Iku, he looks like the typical shota sportsman bishounen, but he hasn’t got baby face anymore. Longer bangs look great on him.

Shun has always was the most handsome in Procella, but now he is eve more better, although the others had a level-up,too. His hair is assimethric in the last picture, but that’s my favourite it’s a kind of cute and sexy at the same time. Never change Demon King! Okay, you can, but stay handsome.

Past 11pm || Min Yoongi (M)

*Gif not mine*

Yoongi x reader

Genre: Angst smut

Word Count: 3,001

~ This wasn’t supposed to be kinky but it kinda just did… Enjoy! ♡


8:27pm

I sat at my desk, working on a paper I had to turn in the next day. Concentration was difficult to find when my mind kept wandering back to him. Where was he? Who was he with? When will he call?

My laptop kept falling asleep from my lack of work and no matter how much I tried; no matter how much I wanted to, I could only think of Yoongi.


9:41pm

I showered, to relax and because my hair smelled like the outside. I had put away my laptop after quickly writing a C+ paper.

I walked over to the counter table to look at my phone, my hopes were high when I saw the notification light on. To my disappointment, it was only an update notification for another useless app. I left the phone there angrily, still turning up the volume in case he called.


10:54pm

I missed him the most during this time of the day: When the lights when out and the weight of my life sat on my shoulders. There was a tone; a lifeless tone, that set when he was gone. He brought life and soul into my world and that only made this worse. A world that was made of my heart and ego. I grabbed my phone and clicked on his name.

If I’m not the one for you, then don’t come back! Just let me go already and stop holding me the way you do.

I sent the message, instantly regretting my emotional outburst. I had asked myself too many times how I ended up here. Waiting and waiting for love and affection; begging for a man’s attention and loyalty. It should have never come to this but I allowed it to. I let him do what he wanted, wanting to only please him. But I loved to love him and I made him the center of my universe. I knew that love was a pain, I know pain, and this was not the same.


11:32pm

Are you awake?

Tears of frustration rolled down my cheeks; my hand gripping on the phone tightly. A pressure in my chest burned hot and heavily.

Convincing myself that I wouldn’t reply and that it would teach him a lesson.

Even when his caller ID appeared on my screen, my fingers hesitantly swiped the decline button. The first one was for him to know that I was upset and ignoring him. The calls after that I let ring, so he knew what it was like to wait.


12:13am

I woke up lying over my folded covers, in a fetal position with the phone to the side. My dried tears stained my face as I sat up. Then realizing the constant calls had stopped and were replaced by hard pounds at my front door.

I quickly jumped out of bed and rushed over to the front door of my apartment. I didn’t hesitate to open the door until about halfway I stopped and was afraid to look at him. He lands his fist on the door, trying to push it open but my foot wouldn’t let it. He was trying to be persistent without being forceful but he was much stronger than I was. He looked at me dead in the eyes, his eyes have always been unreadable but they were saying to let him in. I pressed my lips into a tight line, hoping he would say something before I broke down crying. He grew irritated of waiting rather fast and forced the door open and let himself into my apartment.

    “You text me, going on about god knows what; then when I try to call you, you ignore the shit out of me?!” He said walking halfway into my apartment before turning around and looking at me. “Why are you being like this, (Y/n)?”

I know he was trying to lower his voice but I could see the frustration, which was just as worse as being yelled at. I felt small in a corner under his intimidating stare and he waited for an answer. He sighed, running his hands through his hair in an attempt to relax. He looked back searching for my eyes but they only cowardly glanced at him. Yoongi stepped closer, closing the large amount of space between us. I was still angry at him but he always managed to make me feel bad about it. Like so many other times before, he was going to get away with walking all over me.

  “Do I ask too much of you?” He sighed once more but this time it was of annoyance. I wish I could have sounded sure of myself but I wasn’t used to speaking out against him.

   “What do you want me to do, (Y/n)?” He stepped away from me; not trying to comfort me anymore. “I’m trying, okay? But, you knew. I warned you about how I was, to begin with.”

He was right; I couldn’t argue with that. That was the painful truth I hated to accept. The possibility of us not being good for each other and that he only loved me on lonely nights.

   “Well, I don’t want that anymore!” I was careful with my words because I still wanted him. “Don’t you understand that it hurts me? For you to go out every day of the week, then come into my bed, smelling like liquor and someone else?!” Tears were welling up in my eyes, threatening to escape once more. I knew he would never cheat, if he had I would have known it but that didn’t mean he wasn’t around other women who wanted him.

   “I know, (Y/n). I know.” Yoongi hated to see me cry because I never let myself be seen when I do. His voice was soft again, trying to find an end to our argument.

   “I need you here, Yoongi. I can’t live off sex; I need to know that you’re here for me like I’ve been there for you.” I closed my eyes as my voice cracked and a tear slid down my cheek. I felt him step over to me, his hands grabbed mine that was resting over my mouth. He held my hand in his, studying my palm, and running his fingers over it.

  “I know, I haven’t been a saint but, things can change.” He didn’t feel sincere but he was regretful. Things could change but even if they weren’t, I would still stay by his side. I couldn’t ask for an eternity from a mere mortal. “I’ll always come back to you, (Y/n).”

That was possibly the only truth this night brought. He called himself mine but he didn’t know how to belong to anyone. I moved to wrap my arms around him, leaning my head straight against his warm chest. He smelled like alcohol and sweet like always, but I had grown comfortable to his smell. Yoongi hesitates and is guilty of feeling love because he knew it would always feel one-sided for me. We were both to blame and both acquit for the bond between us and like every disagreement we shared; we negotiated with our bodies.


12:51am

I straddled his lap and he gripped my waist with both hands. The taste of his tongue dawdled in my mouth while he struggled to remove my clothes. Yoongi panted against the skin of my neck as he explored what I revealed under my top. He ran his mouth between the flesh of my breasts and sucked on any spots he wished. He pulled on the straps of my bra and tugged at the cups wanting to see all I had to offer. I watched from above how his mouth worked on my sensitive body parts, admiring his delicate features and raspy voice.

    “I don’t want to lose your love; It’s all I have…” My fingers were tangled in his black hair that framed his ivory skin. I let his bittersweet words wash over my head and pull me back into his charm blindly. “I won’t last without you. I’m nothing without you.”

I pulled him away from my chest and down to lay back on my bed. Reconnecting our lips and fighting him to have the upper hand. He pressed my hips against him leaving the both of us breathless and impatient. My body temperature was rising to a fever pitch and the hot lust clouded my reasoning but brought my other senses to buzz. My heartbeat murmured to mock his rhythm for the moment he was with me.

    “After everything I’ve done for you- everything you put me through,” I managed to speak between our heated kiss. He watched me as I spoke, looking like he was in a haze and couldn’t hear me, only feel me.“It’s still torture being without you.”

He held onto me tight as if he was trying to respond but all he could do was intertwine his hands with mine. He had a kiss that could mend a broken spirit and I felt his heart with it. He made shivers spread across my body as I left bites on his.


1:26am

Our sweat was melding between our beautiful bodies, as they collided with one another. My breasts brushed against his chest every time he leaned me onto him. His eyes shut and his mouth opened in ecstasy. Yoongi’s groans were deep and sounded like animals in heat. My core was dripping all over his length, as he fitted so tightly inside of me.

His hands roved over me and drove me deeper into the pool of euphoria we were laying in. He loved to watch me on top, it was his favorite sight and feeling. Getting the perfect view of me panting and begging to come undone from his doing. The hot lust was building in the deepest parts of me and pushed me to find the end. Yoongi kept his eyes on me the entire time he could, pushing my hair away from my face when it fell out of place from our tempo.

   “Come on, baby. Take my cock…. just like that.” He said tugging at the ends of my hair. He kissed the bottom of my jaw and still groaned whenever my walls throbbed around him. He was pumping and I was rolling, both of us putting in the work for our climaxes. We could go all night, like we used to when we first started dating, all night in love.

My hands rested on his shoulders flatly, balancing myself in and out of his length. My hand pushed towards his neck, resting at the crook. I added the slightest bit of pressure to his throat and he pulled at my hair. The pain drove my lust and his; we watched each other’s eyes blacken with pleasure and sparkle with love. He skin looked so pretty covered in shades of purple and blue shaped like my mouth. What a feeling it was to be connected to someone so deeply and violently.

He was thrusting so hard that his dick was falling out of me. I was too lost to care, my hips kept riding him with his cock between my folds. Our weight was adding more pressure and his tip budded against my swollen clit each time I moved down. My core was growing sore from all the pounding and I wanted to take it slow for a minute. I leaned in and brought Yoongi’s soft blushed lips to mine, he hummed lowly into the kiss. But groaned as I pulled away with his bottom lip between my teeth. He chuckled darkly and pushed me back onto his lips by the back of my head, sticking his tongue down my throat and moaning into my mouth.

   “Finish yourself off, baby girl.” He gave my ass a quick smack and grip. I squealed at the hit and smiled biting my lip in anticipation.

   “Yes, daddy.” I took a hold of his cock that was laying upright against his stomach; guiding him back in my aching entrance where he belonged.

I grabbed the back of his neck and sunk down, until his tip was hitting me up to the brim. I rocked and rolled my hips, worked them up and down like it was nothing. He rubbed on my thighs and leaned against the headboard, watching me get myself off on his large dick. Yoongi looked at me like I was a fallen angel on his lap, one he hated to love. The pink undertones of his skin were blushing hard on his chest and cheeks; sweat was running down his temple and neck. He looked so good, just the image alone could send me off the edge. He clenched his jaw and scrunched his nose; lifting up the corner of his lip like he was in pain. My breasts were moving to the speed of my hips and Yoongi wrapped a hand around my hip and rested just above my ass, pulled my back to arch and move closer to him.

    “You have a body… all men dream of touching.” He groaned, running his hand up my waist from my thigh. There was a jealousy that cursed Yoongi’s words, he hated the thought of any other man looking at me, it drove him mad. “But you’re mine, right?”

I could only make out a cry as he thrust his hips into me suddenly, making me throw my head back and scratch as his neck.


2:07am

     “Fuc- Yoongi! Ahh!” My body shook and legs went numb on top of him. He thrust his hips slowly and deep inside of me and watched how I squirmed from my orgasm. He groaned loudly at my wetness dripping down to his balls and my walls squeezing around him so tightly it threatened his control on his climax. Whimpers and groans died out of my mouth as the last bits of my orgasm washed over me. I felt myself completely drained from head to toe and my heat was pulsing around Yoongi’s aching cock.

I moved off of him weakly, missing the full feeling he gave me instantly but still moved down the bed. I kneeled in between his legs and took a hold of his throbbing dick; the tip was red and he was going to come in no time. I pumped my hand easily and wrapped my lips around his head.

   “Ugh!” He sat up instantly and grabbed my head with a hand. He watched me take him into my mouth, licking up the side slowly like he liked. He pushed my hair to the side and held it tightly in his fist. I kept eye contact with him the entire time, seeing how his brows furrowed in pleasure. With my free hand I gripped his balls and cupping them gently as they tensed up; he cursed loudly and praised my work. I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked him deeper into my throat before he warned me he was going to come.


8:15am

I woke up to the sound of him in the shower. I knew Yoongi would get up early and leave without waking me up. I shut my eyes and let myself drift back into slumber until he got out of the bathroom. I heard him walking around my room, going through the drawers of his clothes he had. His back was turned away from me while I sat up on the bed, not bothering to cover myself up.

   “Am I going to see you tonight?” He turned around, the late night had taken a toll on his face. He was already wearing a shirt but was also holding another in his hand. Yoongi walked over to the bed, taking a seat in the empty space next to me.

   “I’ll try.” He mumbled, taking his shirt and slipping it over my head. He watched as I put my hands through the sleeves and leaned in to kiss my forehead. “Cute.”

He was grabbing his stuff off the floor, ready to leave and I was going to let him. He was going to walk out and keep doing the same things. We would fall back into the same routine of seeing each other late at night to fuck and sleep. I always threaten to be mad at him but I never threaten to leave him because I never would.

    “We should break up…” I said out to him before he walked to the door but he stopped dead in his tracks. The words even scared me at hearing them come from my mouth. Yoongi turned to look at me and for the first time, I saw something that was close to worry. “If you don’t plan to change.”

   “(Y/n) I-”

“I’m serious, Min Yoongi.” I bit the inside of my lip as I tried to keep my confidence on. “You can go out with your friends on the weekends but Monday to Friday, you’re mine.”

Yoongi was young and loved going out and I used to put up with it and even go out with him. I grew up and started focusing on more important things than partying. He was addicted to living and I was addicted to him. I learned the hard way that he loved the game and he was going to lose.


8:31am

I got out of bed and Yoongi waited for me to brush my teeth and put my hair up in a bun. He had to go home regardless to get his stuff for work at 10. I only wore his shirt that covered right past my butt as I walked him to the front door of my apartment. I held the door open and he stepped out, turning around to face me. I grabbed him by his shirt and brought him to a short sweet kiss.

   “Don’t call me past 11 pm; I won’t let this happen again.”

anonymous asked:

21 with harry sounds amazing! I love you and you're account SO MUCH!!!

A/N: This was so much fun! I love Husband!Harry…Enjoy! xx


21) “Nope, no kisses until laterrrr”


Today is the day. Soon, I’ll finally be able to call myself Y/n Styles; it feels surreal. He truly is the man of my dreams and i wouldn’t want to marry anyone else.

I stand, surrounded by my bridesmaids as they all unroll the curlers from my hair. Harry’s mom, Anne is helping my Mother place my shoes; they wouldn’t let me do it because it might ruin my manicure. As much as I love having people do everything for me, I’m starting to feel a little overwhelmed with everyone running around and tugging on me. I think I need some air.

“Okay okay okay” I breathe out, swatting their hands away from my body. I take another deep breath before i stand up from the chair and head towards the door. I look back and see them all staring at me in shock. “I just need a little air” I giggle at the fact that they probably thought i was bailing on the whole wedding. I can see the girls sigh with relief and i shake my head, twisting the door knob and walking out of the room. I look down the long hallway of the beautiful venue; The walls are covered in classing Italian paintings of buildings and other incredible scenes. I navigate myself down the marble floors, trying to find the bathroom. 

 ‘wow we really did pick a good spot’ I think to myself as I look around.

Suddenly, I hear some voices in the distance and the seem to be getting closer. I turn too look down the other end of the hallway and I see two guys walking this way. I squint a little and now i can see that its my favorite person in the world.

“Harry!” I squeal. I haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon since the bride and groom aren’t supposed to sleep together the night before their wedding. I throw all care to the wind and run over to him as fast as I can. He hasn’t noticed me yet, as he is in the middle of a conversation with the guy next to him. I’m barefoot so i’m sure he doesn’t hear me either. My heart almost stops when i take in the way he looks. He’s already dressed in his tux with his hair somewhat tamed. He looks really good. Once i’m close enough for him to definitely hear me, I say his name again. This time he looks up and smiles as he outstretches his arms to me. I run into his arms, wrapping my legs around him. He presses his face to my neck and leaves a kiss there. 

“Babe, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you getting ready?…I’m not supposed to see you, right?” He asks just about a million questions. I pull my head back and look at him, he sets me down on the floor, his face is full of concern. “I’m fine I was just headed out to the ladies room” I assure him. He nods.

“You look gorgeous” he smirks, his arms snaking their way around my hips, my own laced around his neck. I roll my eyes at him; i’m literally wearing a pink silk robe with curlers in my hair and he’s saying i look gorgeous. “You’re either being really sweet or really sarcastic, I can’t tell” i mutter. He throws his head back, laughing. “You always look beautiful, Y/n” He compliments again. He leans in to kiss me but i place my hand over his mouth, his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“kisses” He whines and pokes out his bottom lip in a very child-like way. “Nope, no kisses until later!” I laugh and push him off of me. He keeps his lips pouted but respects my wishes. “Go on then, leave me” He says, clutching his heart in, being VERY dramatic. I blow him a kiss and he acts like he catches and places it on his heart.

I feel a lot better now, he has that effect on me. I happily return to the room, looking back every once in a while to find Harry still standing there with his friend, only he’s no longer paying attention to the conversation. Instead, he watches me until I close the room door behind me.

I completely forgot about this one.

I really wish the game had kept this design for Maria’s 2nd phase. The badass bloody cape (which I can’t help but thinking was going to swish-swoosh around like Gael’s), the Pthumerian look and flowing hair… really a missed opportunity.

Oh well, I always have my fanfiction and this totally happens and everybody freaks out lol.

Peter Pan Imagine/Memories

“So like before the group comes to save Henry Peter and the reader were in a relationship and when they got back to story Brooke, they erased the readers memory of Peter and hook is like her guardian now? And maybe like someone slips something and the reader is all confused because she realizes her memory was erased and stuff like that? IDK. It feels crazy writing it down, and in my head it totally made sense. Maybe if you can write something off of that, that would be amazing but if it’s too hard to follow I TOTALLY GET IT THANK YOU THOUGH “

Warnings: Cursing,fluff,memory loss,memory gaining, btw I kinda switched it up a bit but hope you still enjoy


You and peter were the perfect couple, you loved him dearly, and he loved you, even though he may not have always showed it, he did. That’s why when you got your memory taken away, it turned his life upside down.

Peter’s Point Of View

It all started out as just a regular day, I wake up and look at her, then kiss her on the forehead. I then rub her head and run my fingers through her hair, wishing it could be like this forever, but being king of the island, I have duty’s to attend to, lost boys to feed, and a island to run.

I get up slowly to make sure I don’t disturb her, and then on my way to the kitchen to make some breakfast, as I make breakfast , my best friend Felix greets me, we talk about everything, nothing, and the important things, he is my go to when I have problems , if I can’t explain something to Y/n, I always go to him, he is my most trust worthy, respected, and funniest lost boy, and for that I am forever grateful.

After making food Felix rings the bell and everybody wakes up, slowly but surely, I go into my cabin to check if Y/n is wake, she isn’t, no surprise.

“Baby, you gotta wake up now.” I say softly

“Mmmmm” She moans and rolls over to avoid eye contact

I laugh and get on the bed and rub her back “You gotta get up or the food will get cold, you don’t want that do you?” I asked

She puts the pillow over her head and blocks out whatever I have to say

“Oh that’s how it’s gonna be?” I jump on her and start to tickle her, she couldn’t keep it in and starts to laugh, hysterically, I loved these times with her, but they wouldn’t last.

Regular Point Of View 

As the days go by, you realize Peter became more distant, less loving, less caring, and it wasn’t your imagination, and it sucked , because you loved him, you would damn near die for him, this , this was when the arguments started.

“I can’t keep doing this Peter!” you yelled at him

“Excuse me ? Do what? You don’t do shit.” he says 

“I take care of YOUR lost boys Peter! And let me tell you they are very hard to take care of.” you fold your arms

“Nobody ask you to.” he turns away from you

“No , no they don’t but I do a damn good job don’t I?” you say

Peter just stays silent , not knowing what to say

“You’re lucky you have me, without me , Neverland would be nothing.” As soon as you said that you instantly regretted it.

“You should probably keep that pretty mouth of yours shut.” he said sternly

“Or what?” you said with the most sass you could give.

“Do you want to get banished?!” he yells

“Maybe I do!” You yell at him

“Fine then pack your shit.” he walks out the cabin, and that was the last time you seen him , until , well …

You see you lived with Hook, in StoryBrooke, he was your guardian, everything was good, until he started to date this Swan princess, she and her son, and the group were always in your and Hook’s way, at least that’s what you thought, but Hook really loved Swan, and it kinda annoyed you, Hook was like your big brother, and the only one you could talk to, with that , Emma was always with him, so that meant less time with you.

Well, Emma and the gang were getting annoyed of you to, they wanted to like you, but you lived with Peter for 2 years, your sass was uncontrollable, so Emma and Regina made a potion, a potion to erase your memory, the good, the bad, all of it, they regretted it the second they did it, but they had no idea hot to get your memory back.

It was like you were a totally different person, you were sweet, gentle, and kind, there was no sass in your blood, you might as well have been called the princess of StoryBrooke, you were so kind to everyone and they all loved you, they kept saying you were a “whole new person” but you always brushed it off, thinking it probably meant nothing. When it meant everything.

 One day Henry was caught, and you were kinda sad, Henry and you became super close, since you got your memory erased, you thought of Henry as your little brother, so you were very worried and sad that he was taken.

“We have to find him!” you say

“Well will don’t worry.” Hook says 

********

Finding out he was in Neverland you were a little taken back, you didn’t know why, but you had a bad feeling about this.

Stepping unto Neverland’s ground, the smells, the taste of the wind, it all seemed so familiar yet so unrecognizable, it confused you, but you let it slide, you were trying to pay attention to any clue’s on where your little brother could be.

“What if we never find him?” you start to loose hope

“We will, don’t think that way Y/n.” David says

You nod, and just keep walking close to the group

You then all smell smoke

“Fire!” Emma says with a smile

“Someone could be close, it might be Henry!” you say jumping up and down with joy

You all get pumped up and start to walk to the campsite, once you see Henry, you smile, he isn’t in a cage, he is sitting with a teenage boy, who looks your age, and maybe a little cute? You shake your head and run towards him

“Henry!” you yell as you squeeze him “Ohh how I missed you!” you scream

Peter just looks at you, he is in shock. He looks like he just seen a ghost, like you were dead, it was like seeing you for the first time all over again.

You look at him, and put your hair behind your ears, he notices, that’s something you always do when you’re nervous.

“Well.” he says as he folds his arms

“Well what?” you asked

Emma and the group walk over to you and Henry and Peter is still staring at you

“Uh, Peter.” Felix says

“You’re Peter?” you ask

Peter shakes his head, you should know who he is, he was your boyfriend for 2 years.

“Are you serious right now?” he asked

“Give us Henry and we will leave, how about that?” you asked nicely

“Oh Henry isn’t going anywhere.” Peter smirks “Neither are you.” 

“What?” you asked

“Y/n stop , are you going to apologize to me or what?” Peter asked

“For what?” you asked more confused 

“For our argument!” he says annoyed already

“What argument?” you said confused

“The argument we had before you left this bloody island without my permission.” he said with a stern look “You know nobody leaves this island without my permission, but yet, you still chose to disobey. Typical.”  he makes full eye contact with you

“I have no idea what you’re talking about..” you back away slowly

“You’re joking right?” he crosses his arms

“I never met you Peter Pan, this is my first time being on Neverland.” you say a little scared

“What the fuck…” Peter whispers

“I-I’m not crazy right?” Peter asked Felix

“No we all know you Y/n , you were Peter’s girl for 2 years.” he said

And all the lost boys nodded and agreed

“This is just some prank you guys are playing to scare me.” you say

“Why would we play pranks on something so serious ?” Peter asked

You look around and everything became dizzy, you start to panic and all you could do , was black out.

********

Peter kept you on Neverland , while Hook and the rest of the gang went back to Story Brooke, Peter insisted on keeping you, and basically he traded Henry for you. They accepted.

Knowing you would be freaked out Peter made your own private cabin, so that when you woke up, you would have time to react on your own, be ready to come out on your own.

You wake up and to your notice it wasn’t in StoryBrooke, it was in a cabin, a nice one, but it wasn’t yours, or was it? It was all so confusing.

You get up and go to the bathroom, you felt dirty but taking a shower was a no for you because you still didn’t know where you were, and you wanted to be smart about this.

You step out and Peter look’s at you, he signals Felix to go rush off with the lost boys, he wanted to talk to you alone.

“Why am I here?” you asked

“Because, you belong here.” he simply said

“No I don’t,” your voice started to crack “I belong in Story Brooke with my family.” you said 

“You really don’t remember do you ?” Peter shook his head “Look, I don’t know how or why, but your memory was erased, you were MY lost girl, my love, my baby girl, my everything.” he said 

“I was never-” you started but Peter caught you off with a kiss and you pushed him away from you as soon as he did

“What the hell?” You yelled

“I’m-I’m sorry I thought you’d remember if I-”

“If you kissed me? Peter I don’t even know you, what makes you think kissing me was your best option right now?”

“Because I fucking miss you.” he said , he looked stressed, his hands running through his hair, the other hand on his hip, his tongue licking his lips, he clearly knew you, but you, didn’t know him.

“I’m sorry, but I just really want to go home, where my family is, please.” you looked him in the eyes, and he nodded.

“If that’s what you want love.” he said

********

You were sent to Story Brooke and everything was normal, you lived with Hook, and the other group, Henry was your little side kick again, and it all seemed normal.

One day after school you got extremely bored, and decided to go into Rumple’s shop, he was telling you about different potions, and you found a memory one,

“This one will make you remember everything, but forget nothing, the bed, and the good. You won’t be able to erase a memory if you tried.” he said 

“I want it.” you said

“As you wish.” he said

Nothing happen and you got a little sad

“Why isn’t anything happening?” you asked

“All magic just doesn’t happen , it takes time.” he smiles

You nod,, about two days went by and nothing, you were about to give up , you started to do your homework, doing math, same old , it was boring.

Then all of a sudden it was like a huge deja vu, you remeber, you remember Peter, the lost boys, the mermaids, you remember it all, you fall of your bed and make a big thump, with the Hook comes up running up the stairs

“Are you okay?” as he opens your door

“I remember!” you yell , almost crying

“Remember what?” he asked

“Peter, the lost boys-”

“Wait you actually know them?” he asked

“I lived with them, I dated Peter, I don’t know them , I am them I am a lost boy.” you say

You hug him and tell him you love him, you do the same with Henry, promising to get in contact with them both as soon as possible,

You then head to Neverland, remembering how to get to Neverland, and taking all the shortcuts to the campsites you were ecstatic to see Peter.

“PETER!” you yell 

He turns around see’s you “Yn what are you-”

You jump into his arms and he catches you, you kiss his lips and he just holds you , never wanting to let go.

“I remember now Peter.” you say as you smile

“Good, because I miss you my lost girl.” he said as he smiled

“I miss you too Peter.” you kissed him once more.

C: My mom really makes me feel bad about myself sometimes. She’s always complaining about how I look, what I wear, how to do my hair, even how to act. She always complains about my 4c hair saying that I never use the right products to make my curls “pop” which, if you don’t know my mom, is code for, “You’re hair will never look like those cute girls with the 3a through 3c hair types.” In fact, I overheard her once talking about how she wishes I had “curly mixed girl hair” when she was comparing my hair type to someone else’s on TV. 

Whenever I wear something I actually like, she gets mad and always say that it never looks good on me and that “I will never attract the opposite sex.” Either that or she complains how “short” some of my clothes are – even though the shortest thing I’ve ever own was a miniskirt and I barely wear anything that shows a lot of skin – and doesn’t let me wear certain things because it might attract “unwanted attention.” She forces me to wear earrings and jewelry because, and I quote, “You don’t look like a woman without it on.” If I’m not the center of attention, she gets mad. She expects me to be a social butterfly like she was when she was young and if its one things my mom likes to get on my case about is that I don’t have a boyfriend. All throughout my high school experience she got on my case about me not having a boyfriend and how it’s my fault even though the school I went to was predominately Latino/Hispanic and those boys made it clear that they found black girls unattractive. She blamed it on my not “attracting” the opposite sex and not trying “hard enough.” Sometimes I feel like my mom wants me to look a certain way and not matter how hard I try, I won’t meet her expectations.