of his arms

Bellamy thinking that he lost the most important person in his life. 

His mind flashing back to every single moment with Octavia. When he first named her and put his thumb to her mouth in hopes that it would appease her crying. Scared and nervous because even so little he knew this was big secret but with so much love for this small little girl in his arms.

Bellamy gently sitting back with Octavia leaning into him as their mother reads them stories. Memorizing them so he can recite them back to Octavia when Aurora isn’t around.

Bellamy’s face lighting up every time Octavia shine’s her big grin up towards him. 

The agony and guilt because he doesn’t even want to give Octavia all the stars, he just wants go give her freedom. 

The way she felt in his arms after so much solitude. After coming back to quarters that were empty without her electric personality and the way it takes up a room. And she was bigger after their time apart but his sister still felt them same, felt like home.

Him watching her grow. Her wildness expanding around them and it’s almost like even this world isn’t enough for her. Watching the way that she carries a fight on her shoulders, the way love looks on her for a man. Watching anger spark between them but he loves her, he loves her

And Bellamy thinks that he’s lost that person. And all he can do is break apart. After all what happens when your heart is taken from you?

anonymous asked:

I work in a bookstore. One day I was talking to a customer who had his toddler grandson in his arms when suddenly the grandson reached out for me. So I ended up talking about our collectible signed books with a kid on my hip.

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abloodneed  asked:

#now imagine a long red coat in that colour - oh my god how did i not think about this. also imagine him with sunny's vest shirt holy shit goodnight

this colour - because magnus looks so good in red. i’ve loved him in it since ep 2 and this episode just reinforced it. 

but yes, imagine magnus (and his arms) in sunny’s vest shirt. he would look so damn good. (in any of sunny’s clothes. i dream of magnus in that coat.)

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Imagine being there when Steve finally talks to Bucky

Part 1- Imagine seeing Bucky pull Steve from the water  

Part 2 - Imagine waiting for Steve to wake up

The sky was cleared of any aerial surveillance and you sighed in relief, closing the large sliding metal door shut. You made your way to the room where Steve and Sam had restrained Bucky’s titanium arm while he was passed out. Wanting to keep a look out, you leaned against the wall outside of the room and listened to the conversation taking place.

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Octavia has been, is and always will be Bellamy’s most important person. Clarke or anyone else are never going to compare with her. No matter their fights and differences and horrible decisions from both Bellamy and Octavia, he will ALWAYS put her first and do ANYTHING to protect her. Every single thing he’s ever done in his life was for her, thinking it’s the right thing to do. He would sacrifice everything and everyone to save her and he’s done exactly that ever since his mother gave birth to her, put her is his little arms and said “Your sister, your responsibility”. He loves her more than anything in this world. That’s why it breaks my heart that he thinks she is dead.

The Last Time

Heartbreak and sadness are of the deadliest poisons, for they kill you slowly in misery. 

Genre: smut and angst

Sehun continued to pound into you. He kept a steady pace and made sure to hit all the right angles. Your head board continuously hit wall, sure to leave a dent. Sweat made stray hairs cling to your forehead. Looking at Sehun’s body above was like a dream. From his chiseled abs, the his arms that were just the right amount of toned, up to his jaw line that was so sharp, you swore it could cut diamonds. You ran your hands over his chest and over his shoulders, playing with the hair at the base of his neck as he brought you closer to your release.

 "You’re so tight, even after all this time.“ He grunted, a sheen of sweat forming on his face as he picked up the pace. You moaned in response, filled with to much pleasure to form sounds besides wanton moans and mewls. You reached up and cupped his cheek in your hand before bringing your lips together. It was a battle of teeth and tongue. Each of you battled for the upper hand, but in the end you let him win, you always did. He pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth as he felt your walls clenching around him.

 "I’m so close Sehun” you breathed. 

 "Cum for me baby" he replied hiking you leg over his hip and angling deeper inside you. Soon you were seeing white as the knot in your stomach came undone. His name fell from your lips as you rode out your high. Sehun soon followed suit, pulling out and releasing his seed onto your stomach. Without wasting a second he was off the bed and pulling his boxers back on. 

 "Here" he mentioned tossing a towel in your direction, “clean yourself up. See you tomorrow.” With that he gathered his remaining clothes and walked out your bedroom door. It had been like this for months, meeting in the middle of the night for a meaningless hookup, only to pretend you were acquaintances the next day. You were one of the many assistants at SM entertainment. You had gotten the position on a fluke, but you were grateful for the job nonetheless. Sehun had immediately noticed the new girl, prancing through the halls in her modest heels, politely greeting various idols and board members that came in. What captivated him the most was how you looked like a shy, girl next door type on the outside, but you held a glint in your eye that said otherwise. He had a feeling you could be quite dirty outside of work, and he was right. He had made you a proposition; to hookup with him and help him relive stress. Although it was a shocking proposition, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you would benefit by sleeping with one of your favorite exo members. It was a win win for both of you, and there were no rules against dating idols in your contract, so you obliged. Not 1 month after you started your job did the secret meet ups start, and when you were almost a year into working there, and the secret was still safe. 


 You heard your front door being opened and silently shut seconds later, signaling he had left. You sighed and moved to clean yourself up before showering, a feeling of sadness washing over you.  

Probably just the gloomy weather. You thought to yourself as rain continued to fall outside. 

With one last look out the bathroom window, you stepped into your hot shower, feeling instantly relaxed. You let the water consume you, running through your hair and then down your body. No matter how hot you made the water, you couldn’t rid yourself of the guilt and shame you felt after every fuck. You knew it was wrong, no matter how much you wanted it to be right. Even though you were able to silence your conscious every time Sehun wanted to come over, you couldn’t keep it quiet forever. Every time he left there was the nagging feeling tugging at you, eating you from the inside out. Self loathing would spread through every corner of your body, making you regret your decision, only for you to make it again the next day. 

One day I will say no to him…. one day


“Ms. ____________, please put this in the storage room for me." 

 "Of course sir” you replied to your supervisor with a light bow. 

 "After you may take your lunch.“ 

 "Thank you sir” was your response to his retreating figure. He was so busy that you hardly ever saw him. When you did, he usually gave you a list of things to do. You rendered yourself lucky this time. As you began taking the supplies to the room like he asked, you felt your phone vibrate. Carefully placing your items down, you read what was on the screen.

 Also, I need for you to organize the file room. The paper work hasn’t been filed away properly, and it’s getting out of hand. Once that is finished, you may go home. 

“Spoke to soon” you mumbled mostly to yourself. Hopefully the file room wasn’t that bad, You wanted nothing more than to go home and just relax. ___________ 

 The file room was pretty destroyed when you had walked in. Someone had obviously been looking for something, but didn’t want to clean their mess up after. Thankfully, after an hour of organizing, you were almost done. You were bending down to put a file in the bottom drawer when someone came up behind you and shut the door. The sound of it locking filled the quiet space. 

 "I found you" 

 You didn’t have to turn around to know who was there. It was none other than Oh Sehun. He walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips. You felt his hardening member pressing into your ass. 

 "What do you say we have a quickie before I take off for practice?“ He breathed into your ear as you stood. His breath fanned across your neck as he spoke and it sent chills straight to your core. 

 I have to tell him no, my job could be jeopardized for sleeping with an idol on the clock. But he is so tempting… stupid sexy Sehun. 

He interrupted you internal debate by nibbling on the spot below your ear, his hands found their way around your waist and rested right above your womanhood. You wanted to nothing more than to lean into his touch and give into his needs, but your job was on the line. 

 "I can’t” you finally responded, removing his hands from your body and ultimately turning to see him. Disappointment flashed across his features before being replaced with his signature resting bitch face. 

 "Why? Do you suddenly have morals?“ He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. That was a low blow, you both knew that. 

 "What is that supposed to mean?” Irritation was itching to come out as you spoke, but you held your composure. 

 "Maybe it means that you are such a good slut for me when we meet outside of work, but now you are being a prude.“ His words stabbed through you like a knife. But he wasn’t done. 

 "You do realize I could easily hookup with any one of the assistants in this office right? Who knows, maybe they would be a better fuck than you.” 

Saying you were hurt was an understatement. His words pierced your heart like a dull rusted knife that he kept twisting and twisting as he continued to insult you. You had let your feelings for him go to far, and now you were paying the price as your little charade fell to pieces in front of your eyes. How stupid of you to think that you could be happy with your friend with benefits deal you had with Sehun. What a fool you were for loving this man. Your pride was hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to yell and scream at him, to tell him he was a bastard and didn’t deserve your love. But alas you couldn’t do that. So you heaved a heavy sigh, swallowed your pride and simply stated, 

” I do realize that. Which is why I am ending things here. Last night was the last time Sehun. Have a good life. Exo fighting!“ 

 You walked pat him, brushing your shoulder against him as you did. With unsteady hands you unlocked the door and walked out, leaving a speechless Sehun in your wake.


A week had passed since that day. You had put in your 2 week notice promptly after the incident. Sehun held true to his word of hooking up with another assistant. It was as if you meant nothing to him. But that’s how it works right? A normal girl falls in love with the idol, they have their share of fun together and the idol leaves for bigger and better things. While you tried your hardest to let go of the idea of Sehun, it was proving to be difficult. So hopefully after leaving the company, you would have a better chance at healing, at least that what you desperately hoped for. This was what you wanted for yourself after all. To be more than just an easy fuck to someone. To have meaning to someone. 

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t watch where you were going. Next thing you knew, your documents were on the floor and so were you. 

 "I am so sorry, are you ok?” You looked up to the angelic voice that was currently helping you gather your belongings. It was another member of Sehun’s group, the leader of it actually, Kim Junmyeon, or Suho, as his fans liked to call him.

 "Oh I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going and I was so lost in my thoughts and I-“ 

 "You don’t have to explain yourself to me” he concluded with a silky laugh. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to a standing position. Trying not to let him see how sheepish you were feeling, you smoothed out the non existent wrinkles in your skirt. 

 "I do have to ask though, what was clouding your thoughts so much that you didn’t look to see where you were walking? You seemed like you were lost since way over there.“ He gestured to the hall you had just came from, which was a good 50 feet away. 

You didn’t realize how long you were immersed in your inner turmoil. Out of nervous habit, you began biting your bottom lip. Answering his question was hard, but you didn’t want to lie to him either. Instead of responding you just looked down. 

 "It’s about Sehun isn’t it” he gently questioned, barely loud enough for you to hear. Cautiously you looked up at him and was met with a sympathetic gaze. 

He has to know what had happened, there was no way he couldn’t

Sehun was his roommate so you were sure that suho knew of everything. Shame overtook you, crashing down upon you in harsh waves. A hurricane of guilt and discomfort filled you, flooding your entirety and looking for an escape through tears. You tried hard to hold them back, to ashamed to make yourself vulnerable to suho, and to cautious to let anyone know how much the whole situation affected you. Silent sobs fought to break through you, making your shoulders shake and your breathing become less than perfect. 

 "Hey, don’t cry" he cooed, gently lifting your chin so he could see your face. He saw how broken you really were. You had loved Sehun. He could see that written all over your face. Sehun had broken your heart into a million pieces and moved on like it was nothing to him. He felt terrible for what the maknae had done to the pretty girl who always had a smile on her face while she worked. 

He gently used the pad of his thumb to wipe the cascade of tears from your cheeks. Your struggle to remain stoic was over as you let go of all the pent up emotions. All the frustration, all the loneliness, and all the heart break. Suho sensed your need to cry and pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other soothingly rubbed your back. As if out of instinct, you grabbed onto his shirt and cried your eyes out, destroying the designer material in the process. You didn’t care how red your face got or how much your makeup ran in that moment. All that mattered was that you had finally let your wall down and all the emotions were flooding out and into the arms of someone you felt you could trust, even if you had just barely met a few moments back. Suho continued rubbing your back, pulling you tighter against him as your sons began to quiet down. 

 "It’s going to be all right" he repeated like a mantra as he continued his ministrations, “it’s going to be all right." 


Sehun had just caught word from a few other assistants in the office that you had planned on leaving. Even though he had moved onto another easy lay in the building, it didn’t mean he was ready to let you go. He stormed through the halls, looking in all the places you usually were. When all those places turned out to be dead ends, he decided to ask the front desk of your where abouts. Quickly rounding the corner, he got his answer before even asking, because there before him was you, curled up in the arms of his groups leader suho.


A/N: I found this while cleaning out my computer, and I am debating whether or not to continue it. Let me know if you want another part ^^

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I might have missed the rat, but at least I bit my keeper’s wrist five times!

That counts as a rat, right?

Even if I couldn’t eat it? 

I just got excited but, once I bit something several times that I couldn’t eat, I kind of gave up, wasn’t interested in the rat anymore, and went back into my hide.

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this contains spoilers for shadowhunters season 2 episode 8, and also alludes to a canon suicide attempt and focuses on a character that canonically self-harms. please stay safe.

Seeing Alec curled up in Magnus’s bed should have evoked a feeling of warmth, of happiness inside Magnus’s belly, not a bittersweet sort of melancholy.

Magnus wished he could go back to the morning when he woke up to Alec sleeping peacefully underneath his blankets, one arm snaked around Magnus’s waist and the other around his chest, his forehead pressed flush against Magnus’s head so that every time Alec exhaled, Magnus could feel his breath on his own neck.

Instead he saw his lover so tightly wound, coiled like a spring ready to fly any second, his limbs so tense they hurt Magnus to look at. He saw the way Alec tried desperately to channel his training, to cut off his emotions, to forget how he felt, to become a soldier once again and it made Magnus want to curse the Shadowhunters for ever teaching them that feelings made them weak and needed to be erased.

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UnderFell Sans, Papyrus, and Grillby's reaction to someone flirting with their s/o and just refuse to back off?

{ * I wasn’t entirely sure if Paps and Grillbz were meant to be Underfell versions, too, but I decided to just roll with it.  So sorry if I mixed it up!  }


He’s pissed off and instantly jealous–mostly because of his own personal insecurities.  After all, he’s still waiting for the day when someone pinches him and he wakes up because life is actually going pretty good for him right now, and that can’t be right.  However, he’ll be damned if he lets this flirt become a wake-up call.  Sans is suddenly all over his S/O.  His arm is around them, he’s pulling them against him, and he even starts to answer the flirtatious questions the other person is asking.  Then, he begins spouting off his own pick-up lines at his S/O–the dirtiest ones he can think of to really get them flustered. He’s smirking like he’s joking around, but there’s an intense glint in his eyelights that says he’s taken this as a personal challenge.  If the other person still doesn’t get the hint, then Sans goes as far as to ignore the flirt and start licking his S/O’s neck and running his fangs along their skin–just the way they like it.  Flirt won’t leave?  Fine, Sans will give them a show.  

He ain’t sharing, though.


Oh man, the more it goes on, the more furious Paps is getting.  At first, his anger is only shown through a twitch in his mandible, but as the flirt just won’t get the hint, Edgy ends up gritting his teeth together and angrily tapping his foot.  


He marches over to his S/O and the flirt, and he promptly inserts himself between the two.  He leans down until he’s face-to-face with the flirt, trying to intimidate them with his formidable height.  "IF YOU VALUE ALL YOUR LIMBS, YOU’LL BACK OFF RIGHT NOW!  THIS IS MY HUMAN, AND NO ONE MESSES WITH WHAT’S MINE!“  He makes certain to scare the flirt off–with conjured bones if needed–which gets him quite a bit of backlash with his S/O.  He doesn’t apologize.  Instead, he starts to look for a fitting collar for his S/O to wear from now on.  

Hey, if his brother wears one, then what’s the big deal?


Grillby is a man of few words, but the sight of someone continuously flirting with his S/O is really giving him a hot head.  It started in the bar, when his S/O was coming to spend time with him while he worked.  Some monster from the Capital sat by his S/O and kept flirting and flirting and flirting… Everyone in the bar was starting to sweat as they watched.  There was a reason why even the local drunks didn’t brawl in his bar, after all, and if this Flirt didn’t stop, they were about to discover that reason first-hand.  

… Hours went by, and it was beginning to affect his productivity!  He’d been so distracted that he’d poured the wrong drink twice, and that was simply unprecedented.  Every time the Flirt ordered a drink, Grillby double-charged him with a jagged, white-hot grin crackling across his face.  

Finally, it came to a head.  The Flirt reached over and touched the S/O’s shoulder (which they drew away from, but still), and Grillby automatically clasped a fiery hand over the Flirt’s wrist.  His voice sounds like an oddly-distorted growl layered beneath the crackling of a roaring campfire.  "get..the fuck..out..”  Needless to say, the Flirt stares at him in complete confusion, and then Grillbz proceeds to burn the shit out of them until they howl in pain and scramble out of the bar, knocking over bar stools and stumbling over their own feet on their way out.  Grillby’s crackling a bright purple, edging on white, and things are tense in the bar after that.  It takes a good hour for the tension to completely dissipate, and Grillbz apologizes to his S/O afterward.