clinging to

Now that we’re all thoroughly broken…just think of the inevitable reunion scene…

Big hug and then Aaron whispering into Robert’s ear as they cling onto each other after all of this time.

“So, dangle from any trees while I was away?”
“No,” Robert says quietly, smiling through his happy tears.
“Kidnap anyone?” Aaron continues and Robert can feel him smiling against his ear.
“No,” Robert answers, his own grin widening. It feels so good to have Aaron, solid in his arms again.

“And you got me out legally with an appeal. I’m so proud of you,” Aaron whispers once more and Robert can’t help himself but laugh, relief washing over him that this whole nightmare is finally over. 

And then of course Aaron gives him a long, lingering kiss as a reward for being so good and responsible while he was away.

All I can think about right now is that

at the beginning of Philosopher’s Stone, Hagrid talks about the bike he travelled on being given to him by Sirius, and in Prisoner of Azkaban (I think) he also says that he comforted Sirius when he was crying about James and Lily being dead at Godric’s Hollow.

So whatever you do, don’t think about Sirius arriving at Godric’s Hollow to visit his best friends and godson, all happy and cheerful.

Don’t think about him walking into the house and finding his best friend - his brother - laying dead in the hallway.

Don’t think about him then finding his best friend’s wife laying in front of the crib that his godson is sitting in.

Don’t think about Sirius grabbing ahold of Harry and clinging onto him, tears falling down his cheeks whilst Harry giggles, thinking it’s all a game.

Don’t think about Hagrid turning up at that exact moment, finding Sirius sobbing over his friends’ dead bodies.

Don’t think about Hagrid comforting poor Sirius as he clings onto the half giant and the small messy haired baby that resembles James so much.

Don’t think about Hagrid having to tell Sirius that he’s been sent to take his godson away from him.

Don’t think about Sirius arguing, fighting for his godson to stay with, though he knows it’s a long shot because everyone thinks he was the Potters’ secret keeper.

Don’t think about Sirius losing hope, and offering his bike to Hagrid to get Harry to a safer place, because he knows he won’t be using it for the unforeseeable future, and he knows that Harry will be safer wherever Dumbledore places him.

Don’t think about Sirius crying as he watches Hagrid take his godson away from Godric’s Hollow.

Whatever you do, don’t do it.

NurseyDex | 1+k | Fluff |

Neither of them are awake when the other seems to be. They find a compromise.


“Nursey, come on you said you’d come and get breakfast with me!” Dex is standing over his boyfriend, already dressed and starving.

Nursey just rolls over, pulling the covers over his head with a groan.

“Five more minutes….”

“Nursey!” Dex tugs at the quilt, huffing out an agitated sigh as Nursey’s grip becomes iron like as he clings to the comforter.

“Dex no!”

“Fine!” Dex lets go, huffing again, before turning around to grab his bag from where it’s propped on Nursey’s chair.

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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 ^^

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

In season 1 and 2, Regina was a compelling villain because of her belief that she was the victim. She had deluded herself into believing she was the wronged party and the narrative framed it wrong. What would have made a great story would have been either her realising she was the villain and being horrified or clinging to that belief til she died.

Instead, we have the narrative endorsing it, her victims apologise to her, she was the victim, none of this would have happened if the citizens of the Enchanted Forest hadn’t gotten in her way. That’s not compelling or deep, it’s frustrating and an insult to the audience’s intelligence.

Olicity || ao3 || teen || light angst || 1451 || more fics

summary: after Felicity, Dinah, and Thea take out the trash… Oliver gets wind of it and has a few words for his ex-fiance
a/n: because i got asked a few times for a follow up… but uh i’m not sure what happened near the end

Part One

Oliver couldn’t believe what was happening. First, his girlfriend had started to threaten and then blackmail him. He was hurt, betrayed, and most of all angry. She had been someone he thought he could trust. Someone that he could have really cared for. He gave her a chance even after what happened with his sister. Maybe he had been clinging to the idea that there’s good in everyone a little too tightly. He wanted to believe that everyone had a light somewhere inside of him, but as he tried to pick up the pieces he realized that not everyone is worth his trust.

As if that weren’t enough, he caught Susan, trying to leave something for him at the office. She tried to get away from him quickly, but he wouldn’t let her leave without at least a few words. When he saw what was inside the envelop she tried to leave at the front desk and the bruises on her face, he started to feel a little nauseous.

“Who did this to you?” he asked, setting the envelope filled with the money she had taken from him on his desk.

“It’s not important. You weren’t supposed to see me,” she backed up towards the door, “I’m leaving… that’s it. I won’t bother you again.”

It was then that Thea walked in and Susan practically yelped. He looked at his sister, who simply shrugged, and then back to Susan.

“You can leave,” he watched her scurry out of the office. Letting out a sigh, he turned to Thea again, “What was that about?”

She shrugged again.

“Speedy,” he warned.

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Don’t imagine when clarke and bellamy reunite he breaks down and physically clings on to clarke while crying into her shoulder because he still can’t fathom the ‘loss’ of his sister and clarke strokes his hair and pulls his gaze to her face as she tells him she showed up at Arkadia omfg anD THeN HE LIKE HUGS HER EVEN HARDER WITH THE BIGGEST GOOFIEST SMILE ON HIS FACE. DONT DO IT DONT IMAGINE ITS TRAP


This was requested by @sarangkaeyon :) [more drabbles here] Admin A~

Something warm is behind you, something heavy lays on your sided, something tickles your ear, someone is right there laying with you. Next to Kris you feel like a tiny human being, even if you aren’t. Next to him everyone is small. And you kind of loved that feeling. Not because you enjoyed being small, but how he makes you feel protected. With him by your side, you feel invincible. 

You haven’t told him yet, but you enjoy nothing more than having that giant strong human being clinging on to you. Every time you two watch a movie or just simply cuddle in bed or the couch, you feel how those strong and heavy arms surround you just as if they were afraid that you could go while he slowly falls asleep. He is always trying to hard to look cool and cold, but he doesn’t know that he looks just like a baby every time you turn your head and see him asleep, probably dreaming something nice since there’s a smile on his face.

Cuddling with Kris is like being surrounded of tons of big pillows, you’ll feel like there’s a heavy blanket covering you, when it’s only his arm surrounding you and maybe his leg. But more importantly, you enjoy these precious times because you can see that other side of Kris that no other person could. It’s something special, something private, something of only you and him.

me when things are going well for once

*literally sabotages myself on purpose because i like suffering too much so i keep clinging onto it*

anonymous asked:

Mark Gatiss appears in a BBC production of Agatha Christie's Poirot: An Appointment With Death, in which the underlying theme just happens to be... (dramatic pause) An Appointment in Samara. This is to fucky, I actually had to stop watching the episode with my mom when this hit me. ~tess~

This… this pantomime! They’re having the time of their lives whilst we cling onto the edge of sanity 😩

Nightmares (Laurens x reader)

Prompt: “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare! Preferably with Laurens, Lafayette or Hamilton?

trigger warnings: Sibling death, nightmares about death, war depictions, PTSD (of a sort, I guess)

Crimson oozing through the wool cloth. A pale, lifeless arm protruding from between battlefield stretchers. An arm so familiar to you. The arm that held you close at night as a child. The arm, only a few years younger than your own that would cling to your dress with one thumb in her mouth. The same arm you’d lightly slap when she was being annoying. The same arm that had raised a toast to you at your wedding. 

Her death haunted you like a ghost that didn’t want to leave just yet.

Your sister had died just over sixth months ago on the battlefield. You were both battlefront nurses for the men, working alongside your husband, Lieutenant colonel John Laurens. She died right before the war ended; she was so close to seeing the freedom they’d all longed for. But she didn’t. She was gone.

The images of the battle came back to you. She became lost in the sea of young men’s bodies. Your own blood had watered the thirsty earth that day.

“(Y/n), (Y/N)!!!” you heard a voice yelled as you mumbled your sister’s name in your sleep. “Wake up! Wake up!!!”

Your eyes fluttered open to see your husband John staring down at you and shaking you a bit in an attempt to wake you. “You’re having a nightmare.”

“I saw her again John, I saw her!” you cried and curled up into his strong arms.

“Shhh. Shhhh… It’s okay my love,” he whispered while rocking you back and forth lulling you into a feeling of semi comfort. 

“I saw her body lying there. Lifelessly. In a sea of other bodies. She shouldn’t have been out there. She was only twenty! Why did I ever let her go to battle?!?”

“It’s not your fault. She wanted to be out there. She had a dream just like all of us. She’s a grown up. She made her own decision.

“But she’s my little sister. I’m supposed to protect her! And now…now she’s gone…”

He pulled you closer. “You need to let yourself heal my darling, it’s going to take some time. There is nothing for you to blame yourself for. People die in war. She sacrificed herself for the greatest cause of all- our peoples’ freedom. The only way to honor her memory is by making sure we get our freedom. The hard fight has already been won due to brave people like her. Now, it’s up to us to keep it.

You smiled at him feeling the pain subside just a little bit more. You fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning, you walked into the kitchen to see your husband about to head out to finish up one last battle in the revolution.

“(Y/n),” he began, “I’ll be in South Carolina for about two week taking care of some final British skirmishes. I’ll be back before you know it!”

“See you then, my darling!”

Jealous Vkook/Taekook
  • Jungkook: *talks animatedly with Jin*
  • Jimin: Hey, Taehyungie~ *puts his arm around Tae's shoulder*
  • Taehyung: Jiminnie! *being overly touchy with Jimin bc of jinkook*
  • Jungkook: *stops talking and ignores Jin to watch vmin*
  • Jimin: *notices jjk watching and cling to Taehyung*
  • Taehyung: *snuggles close to Jimin*
  • Jin: *oblivious to what's going on*
  • Jungkook: .... *gets up and leaves the room*
  • Jin: wah- yah Jungkook!
  • Taehyung: *notices jjk leave and lets go of Jimin wistfully*
  • Jimin: you should go..
  • Taehyung: *gets up and leaves the room to find jjk*
  • Jin: what just happened?
  • Jimin: just taekook being taekook.

The shots he got yesterday really threw my poor boy for a loop. He ended up vomiting a second time last night in his crib, was up twice in the night for the first time in months, and has run a low-grade fever since yesterday evening. This afternoon, all he wanted to do was cling to me. And he wouldn’t nap all day so he was a tired, cranky mess by the time we got home. After his bath, it was clear he was just done, so I fed him his bottle and he was fast asleep by 5:45.

Here’s hoping he’s back to normal in the morning…

sydbread  asked:

I just wanted to formally let you know you've ruined Matt for me. I'm re-reading your stuff and I am completely in love with that dorky, snarky little shit and I just realized that if in canon he turns out to be anything else than what you've made him to be I will actually be so incredibly disappointed.

Man, I feel you. I was lowkey pleased they didn’t stop to have, like, a flashback where Matt got more than a couple of lines of dialogue so I can continue to write him the way I want to. Next season miiight be a problem (*clings until September*)


Vi pushed her body tight against him, tighter as the night carried on and the wind grew stronger. The ruffles of her skirt hike and fill any gaps between them, but there aren’t many. Clinging and pulling greedily at his warmth, she let out a sigh.

“Alright?” she asked hoping his answer will be the same each time.

“Just wanna keep you warm, trouble.” His voice is at ease, like he doesn’t care one way or the other. She marvels at his nonchalance over such an intimate feeling.

Hungry for connection after months of none, she craves the feeling of touch just as much as warmth. He knows about the cold, but not about the satisfaction she feels being embraced by another person for hours at a time. Maybe it’s not alright, but she’s cold, and he offered, and he’s so warm. There’s no place to feel guilty in an embrace so complete.

Hancock is her friend, companion, but also a deep red heat that fills her straight through to her spine, and radiates inside each limb. Nothing aches in this wrapping heat, nothing cramps or clenches, and dark thoughts quiet. She is at ease, and grateful, and sleepy at last.

anonymous asked:

What kind of childish traits do the guys have in the child au? They're probably not all sadistic and harsh anymore but do they struggle with child things like suddenly wanting a hug or needing help to open something or wanting to show off the smallest accomplishments (like a drawing)? Sorry if the question's confusing I struggled with phrasing it in English orz

Admin Mawile: (ᅌᴗᅌ* ) You are absolutely correct!!

-In Child Au, they are all actual children and definitely act like. Though most of them have been forced to tamp down any “weakness” it’s very hard to stop a child from being exactly that. The abuse they’ve suffered impacts their behavior a lot, and even simple things like asking for help or craving affection are difficult and perceived to be shameful. What you described is exactly how they are, needy and lonely and desperate for the kind of love they aren’t even aware they want. They cling to anyone who’s nice to them, struggle to control the emotions that they’ve learned are bad, and are no longer able to hide the softer feelings that lurked deep under the surface of their adult selves, 

@thejollyduckling replied to your post:

Individual lines or moments can be problematic with a particular lens, but I think there’s a lot of context for most of these moments. And, I’d argue that the show in general presents several problematic elements outside of CS, so… It comes down to context for me.

Absolutely. I actually cringe at the Snowing motto …”we shall do everything together” because I love my hubs but yikes, so I need some space and some things that are just my own! But in the context of an epic fairytale romance and then talking about winning back the kingdom and ruling it together it is a romantic line.

By itself, Emma saying “I’m not in the mood for a drink or a man” means “leave me alone, guyliner” … but combine that context with Emma the day before almost dying and them clinging to each other in relief and Hook’s brush with death in the morning with the Snow Queen and Emma acting strangely around him all afternoon … he would be very insensitive if he didn’t try and comfort her in her clearly agitated state. Context MUST be considered.