I’m thinking about you a lot right now.
I know I shouldn’t be, but I can’t refrain.
I miss you so much.
I just wish you knew how badly.
I keep thinking of past happy memories with you.
It hurts knowing that they’re just past memories and I will never be able to make future ones with you.
I wish we were still talking.
I wish you cared about me.
I wish you still loved me.
I wish I could see your face again - in person.
I wish we were still friends.
Sadly, we just kept pushing each other away instead.
I hope you don’t regret anything we did together.
I will tell you right now that, I don’t.
I just can’t bare the fact that we can’t go back to what we once were.
I’m trying to feel better alone, I swear.
But thinking about a life without you just makes me feel so empty and hollow inside.
Please, just come back to me.
Fill this voided emptiness buried within me.
I don’t want to be hollow anymore.
I just want to hear your voice.
I just want to see your smile.
I just want to taste your lips.
I just want to feel your skin.
Is that too much to ask for?
Why don’t you love me back anymore?
Hi, Could you do a maven one-shot about him being a misunderstood boy and regretting his decision about Mare.
Anything to get out studying, sure!
Maven looked around the empty, white room. Everything he wanted he had, things he had been dreaming for since three years old. But was it really what he wanted? Or was it what his mother wanted? Looking down at his pale hands, his uncut black as night curly hair falling over his eyes. With his mother dead, the voices out of his head he had time to try and unravel the twisted web of lies and mistakes called his mind. He tries to think of the boy that grounds him, the bright red who had such a long life ahead of him cut short. It was his fault he was dead wasn’t it? If he has just stayed away, he would be alive. The wave of regret and pain reminds him that he is here. The Calore brother hates to admit it, but any feeling it is a good feeling. For his 17 years in the world he felt numb, but with his mind free anything other then numb is amazing. Then a specific girl flashes in his eyes, the girl he marked, who he loved. Mare. She fell from the sky, fell into his life. He had gotten in to deep, his mother had tried to erase the feelings from him but nothing would help. Just like Thomas- he winces at the very thought of his name. His first kiss, his first love. Maven stands pushing the mess of curls out of his icy blue eyes, hands falling to his side. He takes another glance around the barren room, is this what his mind is like? Maybe he is too damaged, maybe he could never be fixed. His whole life he has been a puppet almost no actions his own. His mother- no- Elara was dead. He had his mind. All he had to do was unwind the mess, fix himself. Do it for him, do it for her. Do it for Cas, the brother he could never love, the brother he looked up to, the brother he never wanted to kill. Swiftly walking to the crown resting on the empty bedside table of his, Maven picks it up. He can feel the metal burning in his flaming hands until it is nothing more then a puddle of silver at his feet. Maven Calore was no longer a puppet, and this action was his something he could hold onto. A step in the right direction.
a/n: I never really got a harry potter character ask so I hope I did well. feedback appreciated. enjoy!
“Y/n we will be friends forever right?” a six years old Severus asked you as the both of you lay in the middle of a meadow full of yellow flowers.
“always,” you told him and held his little chubby hands. You heard your mom calling and Severus heard his calling as well, it was time to for super.
Severus and you were friends as long you can remember, you were inseparable, the both stood up for each other no matter what. Even thought you came from a pureblood family and Severus came from a half-blood your family’s got along well.
starting after the 4x03 hand snuggle scene except clarke asks bellamy to stay with her? :)
Because of Bellamy.
Thanks for the prompt anon. It’s one of my fav bellarke scenes ever and adding up some only made my heart warm up for them. Also s/o to @asavelveteen for beta’ing my fic again <3 (There will be a second part soon guys! Just wait for it!)
We are still
her gaze from Bellamy to the list again, staring at her name adorning far
bottom of it. She is on that list now, she is going to be saved, along with
Bellamy. Then she feels Bellamy’s hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
It’s in that
moment that Clarke realizes that she is not saved along with Bellamy. She is
saved because of Bellamy. And with that realization, memories of the
numerous times Bellamy saved her life come flooding back. He has saved her from
too many times to count, from anything from traps to grounders and now he’s
going to save her from the second apocalypse, too.
her hand up and give his hand a squeeze too, then tilts her head and rests her
cheek on their clasped hands, showing how grateful she is to have him by
her side, now more than ever.
sleep.” Bellamy whispers some moments later and Clarke lifts her head up again,
letting go of his hand and looking up at him. He is staring back at her with the
same sad smile he’s worn since they discovered that Jaha’s bunker wouldn’t save
anyone, and that the list would have to be made after all.
him a nod and his hand releases her shoulder, the weight of saving the human
race returning heavier than before because now, she must carry the weight of forgiving
herself and keep living with the decisions she’s made.
as Bellamy steps to the side and heads for the door and worry washes over her
face. “You can stay.” She says quickly, making Bellamy to freeze and turn to
look at her. “If you want.” She adds waveringly.
stare at her, studying her to find what is bothering her. “Clarke…”
don’t feel like being alone tonight.” She interrupts him, eyes dropping again
to the list still on the table.
gives her a sad smile again, only this time Clarke doesn’t notice it, eyes glued
to the list in front of her. With a sigh, Bellamy walks back to her and lifts
the list from the desk, folding it in half and setting it down underneath. “We
did the right thing, Clarke.” He whispers. “Let’s hope that we don’t have to
use it after all.”
deep into Bellamy’s brown eyes, wondering how can he comfort her like that, how
he can find the right words to take some of the weight off of her shoulder when
she need him to. How he can still be so strong after everything he has been
through. How he still has hope.
staying?” She asks some moments after, standing up from the chair she was
sitting on. The nod she gets from Bellamy warms her heart.
the couch.” He prompts. “You take the bed.”
to protest, she doesn’t want him to have an uncomfortable sleep on the couch so
she can sleep in the first place. But she knows better to fight him on that. He
would prefer sleeping on the floor over making it slightly awkward for them to
sleep next to each other on the bed. So she just nods her head in agreement and
walks pass him, making her way to the bed in the far corner of the room.
her back on him and she can hear him taking off his gun belt and jacket as she
does the same. Once out of their boots too, Bellamy and Clarke sit on the couch
and bed respectively and glance at each other.
“Do you want
me to turn off the lights?” Bellamy offers.
“No. I- I
prefer to sleep with the lights on.” She tells him, trying to hide her
Bellamy nods. “Good night then.”
Bellamy.” And with that, the two exhausted leaders lay down. To her surprise,
Clarke falls asleep almost instantly.
What is not
a surprise though, is the nightmare that wakes her up a couple of hours later.
The first thing she seen when she comes back from her nightmare is Bellamy’s
worried face, eyes wide open and concern taking hold over every muscle on his
“It was just
a nightmare.” He whispers, cupping her cheek and tucking some stray hair from
in front of her eyes behind her ear. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” He promises, coaxing
her to him and guiding her head to rest on his shoulder.
him calm her down, she lets him comfort her for the second time tonight and she
lets herself free, too. She doesn’t really realize they’re both sitting on the
bed, but her arms find their way around his torso immediately and she lets the
tears out without a second thought. In her cries, she feels Bellamy’s arms
holding her close to him too, stroking comforting circles on her back as he
whispers, “Shhh, it’s okay. You’re
really know how long Bellamy has been holding her and letting her cry on his
shoulder, or how long he has been whispering comforting words to her before she
pulls back from him. She can’t bring herself to look him in the eyes as she
wipes the last tears from her own and lets go of his shirt.
now?” He whispers, hands falling on bed between them.
nods, eyes glued on the floor. “Yeah. Thank you and…” She pauses. “I’m sorry about
Bellamy says and with one hand, he hooks a finger under Clarke’s chin and nudges
her to look at him. “There is nothing to apologize for. We all have our moments
and we all need someone when we do.”
“I know. I
just- You’re probably tired from working all day and I kept you up, and…” She decides
to stop talking before she says something she’ll regret later.
Really.” Bellamy insists. “Do you want to talk about it?”
stares at him surprised. Does she
want that? She isn’t sure at first, but she quickly thinks it over and decides
against it. “No, it’s okay. As you said, it was just a nightmare.”
Bellamy says lowly, not wanting to push her on the subject.
They sit in
silence for a couple of minutes, Clarke’s heavy breathing finally ebbing. Neither
of them want to break the silence. It’s a silence they both feel comfortable in
and maybe just a little bit safe, too. It’s Bellamy who finally breaks it
“I guess we
should go back to sleep then.” He proposes, slowly pushing himself off the bed.
protests instantly, reaching to grab his wrist. “I mean… Can you stay here,
please? I don’t want to fall sleep alone again.”
stares down at her, blue eyes pleading him. With a nod and a small smile,
Bellamy climbs onto the bed and pulls Clarke to lay down with him. A moment
later, Clarke has her back pressed into Bellamy’s chest and his hand around her
torso, holding her close to him as his hot breath hits the back of her neck.
rest, princess. I won’t let anything near you again.” He promises, knowing that
Clarke is already sleeping and she won’t hear him. Sleep comes easier for him too that night.
Feuilly is a dedicated man, so when he got work as a paper fan maker
he tries to learn everything. And everything includes the obscure
flirtatious codes that women use to communicate with possible suitors.
was simple interest but it proved to be useful when the times got
rougher, when the police would watch his little workshop from the roofs
and think he wouldn’t notice.
When Courfeyrac and Enjolras walk into his workshop and ask to speak to “Citizen Feuilly”, he opens his fan with a dramatic flourish and hopes that his face did the right expression to indicate “We are being watched.” and “Follow me.”
It worked, only because Courfeyrac was there.
Meanwhile, Enjolras is still stunned by Feuilly’s smooth movements with a fan.
could you do a Stan Uris x Reader where the reader has really long and curly hair and loves it a lot and the Bowers gang gets her alone one day and Henry cuts it and she goes to Stan’s crying? thanks!! Words: 1292
I loved my hair so much, it was my prized possession. Everyone had a right to call me Rapunzel, it was practically true after all.
School was over for the day and I always waited for Stan so he could walk me home. Ever since we had started dating, Stan was super protective with anything that had to do with me. I didn’t mind, I thought it was super cute.
I hear Stan’s voice call out to me “you ready to head home now?”
“Yeah, let’s go,” I answered him, our hands becoming intertwined as we walked down the road together.
Soon we come to the point where we split up, Stan lived on the street opposite to mine so we always split up. That was a thing that couldn’t be helped, my parents didn’t know we were dating. If they ever found out they would flip their shit, my parents and Stan’s never got along very well to begin with, so if they found out we were dating? Oh boy, we’d be in deep shit.
Luckily though, Stan’s parents grew to like me pretty quickly. Stan couldn’t bare to lie to his parents, so he told them. I was pissed at first, so were his parents, but we weren’t going to let that tear us apart. I understood why Stan did it, but that didn’t mean I was going to do the same thing. Not yet anyway.
As I made my way home, I was pulled into the forest near my house by several other kids. I knew exactly who they were, it was always them. The Bowers Gang. Fuck I hated them, they always made it the highlight of their day to mess with me and the club.
“Hello there Rapunzel. Won’t you let down your hair? Or should I do it for ya huh?” Henry taunted me. Patrick came up behind me and tugged at my hair, which made me wince at the pain.
“Maybe we shouldn’t Henry. It’d be a crying shame to ruin this pretty hair, it’s so nice to tug on.” Patrick whispered in my ear, making me shiver in fear. No way in hell would I ever let him cut my hair. They were fucking insane, that’s what they were.
“Fuck off, all of you!” I spat in their faces, a big mistake I didn’t care at the moment.
That’s when I heard it, snip. My long hair was gone, and so were they. They all ran in the opposite direction, laughing to themselves while yelling string of insults my way.
I didn’t go to my parents first, no I went to Stan’s house first. I always went to him first when stuff like this happened, my parents just don’t sometimes understand, but he does. He always has, it’s not only like a boyfriend thing, but it’s a friend thing too in a way.
On my way to Stan’s I ran my fingers through my now short hair, I couldn’t believe it was gone just like that. I hate those bastards so much right now, even more than I did before, now that’s saying something.
I go up to his door and give a harsh and quick knock, impatiently waiting for him or his parents to answer.
Stan answers the door and his face turns to one of surprise when he sees what he’s met with. Me, but with short hair. I bet he wasn’t expecting that one, neither were his parents, or mine for that matter.
“What happened to your hair? I thought you loved it?”
“Bowers, that’s what happened to my hair.”
His face burns with anger, I could tell it was a surprise to him, boy was he pissed. He had every right to be though, my hair was my prized possession and everyone knew that, including him. Even to this day my hair is still the best thing I have, although it is short.
“I’ll kick their asses, I swear,” he grumbled, not liking how he couldn’t help you.
“No, leave it alone. I’ll get him back somehow, I don’t know exactly what I’ll do but I know I’m going to do something. Like hell I’m gonna let the get away with this. I love my hair, and they used that to their advantage.” I told him, I needed to find a way to get back at them, maybe Bev could help.
Stan didn’t look too pleased but he let it go, happy that I was at least safe and sound. That’s all that mattered in that moment.
I lean in and hug him tightly, not wanting to let go anytime soon. Stan always made me feel safe, even on my darkest days. He’s always been there for me, from anxiety attacks to doing something that isn’t too important he’s been there. I hope he’ll always be there too. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost him, I probably wouldn’t be able to function properly for a long time if I’m being honest with myself.
“Come on, let’s go tell mine, then your parents.”
My eyes widened, this was going to be super stressful. I already know how my parents were gonna react. They’re going to be freaking out and wanting to ‘show that rotten boy not to mess with their little girl ever again.’ It was sweet, but extreme. I definitely didn’t need that in my life right now. Maybe his parents won’t be too bad, but knowing them, they’ll probably be worse.
Stan guided me inside his house, yelling for his parents to come into the living room. I gulp and clutch onto Stan’s arm, not quite yet ready to tell his parents about what happened not even an hour ago.
“Oh well hello (y/n), how are you? Oh dear, what happened to your hair?” They exclaimed together, my short hair catching them both by surprise.
“It was Henry and his gang mom, they did this to her,” Stan answered, anger seeping through his voice. Their expressions turned from surprise to anger, I knew they were going to try and do something.
“Well then you need to march right down to Henry’s house and tell his father what happened. I’m sure he’ll take care of that boy for you, then you won’t have anymore problems with him. Hopefully, you never know in this town.” Stan’s father informed us, he seriously wanted us to go down to Henry’s home? That’s suicide right there.
With doubt in our minds, we walked together to Henry’s house ad told his father what happened. Luckily Henry hadn’t been home at the time so it was just his father. But he still told us that Henry would get what was coming to him, whatever that meant.
Then Stan walked me back to my own house and stood next to me at the front door. He wasn’t allowed inside, so this meant goodbye.
“Are you gonna be okay by yourself?” He asked me with a worried expression.
“Yeah I’ll be fine, it’s just my parents. Besides, I can tell them we took care of it. They won’t worry too much I don’t think.” I answered him. I hoped I was right, it felt like we did enough. Henry’s father can handle him pretty well from what I’ve heard.
Stan left and I walked through the door, ready to face my parents. I loved my parents, so I wasn’t too scared to tell them, all they could do was tell his father again right? Not like it would make the situation worse, his father can only do so much. I just hope it’ll be enough, though it probably won’t. But that’s not my problem for right now. Now I just gotta face my parents.
Summary: You were in love with this guy and in college you could’ve made it work but you had to go home and now 6 years later it might be too late to be with the only man you ever truly loved. Modern Day AU
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1138
Warnings: mentions of death
A/N: thank you all for reading and liking it so much, as always let me know what you think :)