Summary:Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.
Warnings: Explicit smut. Includes M/M smut as well. Slight angst. D/s themes.
a/n: 11k of smut. This is a new low.
“Well, what do we have here?”
Voice thick with irritation,
spitefulness leaking from plush lips that supported the thin
cigarette hung loosely from his teeth, a threatening gaze sized you
up and left you feeling defenseless and weak under the scrutiny of
coffee eyes, depths uncertain and unknown.
You weren’t exactly sure how you
managed to find yourself in this predicament, hands held at the small
of your back, wrists overlapping each other as a much stronger hold
pinned you in place. You could feel the drumming of Hoseok’s
heartbeat against your shoulder, grip tightening around your skin as
you poorly attempted to gain back any control you once had, which
hadn’t been very much to begin with.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female Reader Rating: T Warnings: No real warnings - mild language, references to sex. Summary: You’re having the worst day imaginable and find some kindness where you aren’t expecting it. Author’s Note: I can’t believe the feedback I’ve gotten from the other Seb stories that I’ve written lately. You guys are the best! This is a little shorter than usual, but it popped into my head randomly. Again, I just want to reiterate that I don’t know him, and that there’s no harm intended with these stories. Any similarities between real life and these stories are coincidence.
You’re having the absolute worst day of your life. You’ve just been fired from your job over an issue that was definitely not your fault, and you just realized you left your wallet at home, meaning you have to trudge all the way back to your apartment with a box of your things instead of taking a cab like you wanted to.
You feel like you’re two seconds away from bursting into tears, so you shove your headphones into your ears and start heading to your apartment. The minute you step outside with your box, the clouds open up and it starts pouring down rain.
“Of fucking course.” You say out loud, a semi-hysterical laugh leaving your mouth. It turns into a sob, though, as your shoulders slump.
“Are you okay?” A voice asks, and you glance up to see a man with an umbrella looking at you, concerned.
“F-fine,” you mumble, embarrassed.
“No offense, but you don’t look fine.” He says, and when you blink in response, his eyes widen. “Not that you don’t look fine! I just mean– you look upset.”
You can’t help but smile softly at him as he gets flustered. “I’m just having a bad day. I’ll be fine.”
He returns your smile, a faint blush on his cheeks. “Are you going very far?” He asks, gesturing towards the box in your hands. “No free hand for an umbrella.”
I honetly don’t see how people can hate Peridot. She isn’t even in my top 3 characters but it just seems impossible to me that someone could actively hate her after Season 2. She’s so willing and eager to learn even before she had opened up to the CGs. I love her and she must be protected. - Anonymous
It’s late; It hasn’t gone far from the
sound of the bell of the last hour. The guys went out hurriedly from the class,
leaving me alone. My house is empty: my mother is once again in the hospital,
while Scott now spends all his time with his ‘pack’, which includes Stiles,
Allison, and partly also Lydia; they spend all their time together, still
trying to figure out who is the Kanima, the monstrous creature that has already
killed some people. I decided to stay a few more hours in
school, to correct some tests of my students. Suddenly, in the silence of the room, I
hear the door open and close again within seconds. I look up, expecting to find
in front of me one of my students that maybe forgot something, but it doesn’t. Derek Hale, in his usual black leather
jacket, is fast approaching the desk, where I was still sitting. I get up from the chair, and the sound
of heels echoing in the classroom. I hadn’t seen him, since that evening. I had thought a lot when he came into my
room that night; how Derek had provoked me pleasure, and as I had felt, to the
smallest touch of him. Derek had said he wanted to make up for
his mistakes; he would make sure that I forgive him. We haven’t seen during the
last few weeks, but we had to send a text message: we hadn’t said much, just a
'how are you’ or 'what are you doing’. But one night Derek asked me if I missed
him; I don’t really know what to say, and so I changed the subject. But right
now, while he’s in front of me, I think back to that question.
You miss me? Hate a person because he has hurt you is
not easy, but hate the person you loved, and still love, it seems impossible. I
still hate what he did to me, but I can’t forget the love I feel for him. And
then, after what has happened between us.. just think of that episode, I feel a
pulse right there in the midst of my thighs. I support down on the edge of the desk,
and I cross my arms over his chest. “What are you doing here
Derek?” “I was looking for Scott..” “What do you want from him? Derek slowly approaches me, in small
steps, as his eyes don’t come off from mine. "I want him in my pack.” His statement causes me a sudden laugh;
how can only think Derek, that my brother Scott will become one of his doggies? “There’s something scary out there,
and if Scott..” “If you’re talking about you,
believe me, you don’t scare anyone.” suddenly I say. I know exactly Derek
is talking about the Kanima, but I also know that in part he feels.. bad. “Are you not scared of me?”
asks Derek, now a few centimetres away from my face. “I’ve never been scared of
you.” Derek puts a hand on my left leg, and
begins to play with the fabric of my skirt. Continue looking at me in the eye
when I feel his hand slip more and more into my panties. Suddenly I stopped
him, pushing him from me. “Derek, you can’t do this,
again..” “This what?” “You come to me, we talk, you hope
that I forgive you, and then..” Derek takes my hands in his, and riding
it on his body; first on the face, after on his chest, on his stomach, up to
touch his cock. I feel my hand touch its hardness, while Derek groans, coming
up to me. “You feel how much I want
you..” he says, leaving provocative kisses on my collarbone, “and I
bet that you want it.” Derek continues to torture the crook of
my neck, while he continues to guide my hand on his cock, still moaning more. He lets my hand go, which continues to
torture the inseams, while Derek makes travelling his hand under my sweater, up
to the bra. I bite my bottom lip, and I can no longer resist; I approached my
hand to the face of Derek, and I attract violently his lips to mine. I kiss him
with passion, desire. Derek takes the fabric of my skirt in his hands, and
pulls it upwards, up to my waist. I remain with only my panties wearing, but
not for long. He pulls me even those, leaving me naked from the waist down. I
continue to kiss him, to bite him, and leave marks in every point of his naked
body. I take off to him before his pants and boxers quickly follow the rest of
the clothes on the floor. Derek approaches his cock at me, and
with one push, he’s inside of me. I feel he always push harder, louder and
louder, making me groan. In that moment I think someone might hear, but I don’t
care. I want that Derek fucks me, I want him
deep inside of me, and I want to hear his moans. Derek kisses me, biting my lip; I moan
more and more, until I feel my body trembles. After a few spasm, I came before
Derek. He pushes his cock inside of me a couple of times, and he came. I feel the weight of Derek’s body on me,
now tired. Suddenly his eyes meet mine, and his
mouth collides again with mine. This time our kiss is calmer, without violence
and in a hurry. While me and Derek we put on, I feel his
arms hold me from behind, hiding her face in the crook of my neck. “I told you that you too you wanted
it.” “You think having sex with you,
things come back like before?” I ask, when I left him. Derek tightens my
arm and turns me violently towards him. “You think it’s just sex? I know, I
was wrong to leave you long ago, but a lot has changed, except one. I still
love you.” His statement leaves me speechless. When
we were engaged, neither of them had yet taken the courage to say those three
simple words. And is the first time I hear Derek say that he loves me, and this
leaves me surprised. He approaches me and kisses me again. “I know you love me, and I will do
everything that thou back of me.”
there are a lot of master lists like these based on songs. and songs are great, but, as a movie lover, i decided to put together a bunch of quotes from movies to be used for the same purpose. so under the cut you’ll find 178 movie quotes that can be used as otp/verse names. these are organized by movie title and some may even fit a brotp. hope it comes in handy to any of you!
It’s amazing how a perspective of a person can change depending on how they treat you.
When Jack first met Joe, he thought the older man was funny and kind, and someone who he could get along with quite well. Until suddenly Joe was cold and bitter towards him, displaying all the signs of someone who hates another person. Jack didn’t know what he had done to warrant such hate from a person he barely knew, but any kind feelings he had for the other man slowly changed and morphed into those of distaste, to the point where Joe Sugg’s name left a bitter taste in Jack’s mouth.
None of their mutual friends knew what happened, much like Jack they were left in the dark. The only person who knew was Joe, but he was telling no one. And so Jack shrugged it off, and simply put up with the older man when their group came together, usually just ignoring Joe and talking with someone else and doing his best to ignore the occasional glare sent in his direction.
If Joe was going to hate him for no reason, then so would Jack.
In the beginning, Jack did try to figure it out, the reason for Joe’s dislike of him, he really did. He had wracked his brain, going over every single interaction between him and Joe and every single word that had been exchanged. Jack had even asked the others, trying to get their opinion on the matter, but no one had an answer. As time went on, and Joe continued to express a dislike for Jack, the younger man just let it happen, let his own feelings change until they barely looked at each other when in the same room.
“Wonderful,” Jack mumbled to himself as he walked into Conor’s flat, his eyes falling on the familiar body sat on the couch.
“Maynard.” Joe greeted him coldly, his eyes on his phone, a frown on his face.
“Sugg.” Jack replied, glancing around the flat, “Where’s Conor?”
A heavy silence fell between them, and Jack was tempted to turn around and leave, because being anywhere but here would be better, except this was his older brother’s flat, and he shouldn’t have to leave.
So Jack moved further into the flat, falling into one of the comfy chairs Conor had in his living room, pulling his own phone out of his pocket, trying to ignore the other body sat near him.
It worked, for about five minutes, before Jack couldn’t ignore the tension between them anymore.
For some reason, the thoughts he used to have, the ones that left him wondering what he had done to wrong Joe, came flooding back. Jack’s eyes darted from his phone screen to Joe’s face, which was still turned down to look at his own phone, void of emotions, his eyes darting across his screen.
One of the first things Jack had ever noticed about Joe was how attractive the older man was, and even with the now bitter feelings, Jack still found himself attracted to Joe. Which really only made things worse.
“Take a picture,” Joe said suddenly, causing Jack to jump lightly, his cheeks flushing lightly as blue eyes lifted to meet his, “It’ll last longer.”
“Not much to take a picture of.”
“Then why were you staring.”
“Wondering why my brother left me in a room with someone who hates me so much.” Because Jack had been studying Joe’s face, he caught the way the other man’s jaw tensed slightly at those words, how his eyes flashed with an emotion too quickly for Jack to catch, and how he shifted in his seat.
“If I had known you were coming, I would have left.” Joe said instead, his words sharp.
“Why do you hate me?” Jack found himself blurting out, his mind not able to stop the words from spilling past his lips, but now that they were out, he wanted the question answered.
“Sod this,” Joe mumbled, standing from his spot on the couch, slipping his phone into the back pocket of his jeans, “Tell Conor I had to go.”
“You can’t even give me an answer, can you?” Jack jumped to his feet as Joe headed for the door, his back to the younger man. “Instead you’re just going to run away. Fine.”
Joe froze, his body rigid and tense, his hands clenching and unclenching at his side.
“I don’t hate you.” Joe’s tone was low, but the words sounded loud in the room.
Jack watched as Joe turned around slowly, his eyes locking onto Jack’s instantly.
“I don’t hate you. You just think I hate you.”
“You’ve treated me like shit since the day we met!”
“And I have my reasons.”
“Then enlighten me, or I’m just going to keep thinking you hate me.”
“Go ahead. I don’t care.”
“Of course you don’t,” Jack shook his head, “You’re impossible.”
“Are we done?”
“Do I not deserve to know why you hate me?”
“I don’t hate you.” Joe gritted out, “Stop saying that.”
“You barely look at me, you have never once called me by my first name, you treat me like shit, and you couldn’t even be in the same room as me for ten minutes.” Jack explained, stepping towards Joe, “So yeah, you clearly hate me.”
“It’s not hate! It’s fear!”
Joe’s words echoed off the walls, and Jack blinked slowly at the man in front of him, “Fear?”
“Yes,” Joe sighed, “Happy?”
“You’re scared of me?”
“No!” Joe’s eyes widened as he stared over at Jack, “Not you!”
“Then what the hell are you afraid of?”
“Because…gods this is stupid,” Joe let his head fall back as he stared up at the ceiling, “I like you, Jack.”
“I’m still lost.”
Joe slowly tilted his head back forward, looking nervous, “I’ve never liked a guy before. But then you walked into my life. And suddenly…I got scared, okay? I got scared because I realized I liked you like I’ve liked girls in the past. And it terrified me. So I figured pushing you away was easier. That way my feelings couldn’t grow.”
“How’d that go?” Jack asked softly, stepping closer to Joe.
“Really shit, honestly.”
“Are you still scared?”
“Bloody terrified.” Joe swallowed as Jack’s hand brushed against his, “What are you doing?”
“I liked you, Joe,” Jack told him, “And then you pushed me away. But I think those feelings are still there. So if you want to give it a try,” He searched Joe’s eyes, looking for a sign to tell him to stop, “Then I’m willing.”
“I…I think so.”
“Oh thank gods,” Jack muttered before he pressed his lips against Joe’s, relieved when the older man returned the kiss only moments later.
“What the hell is going on?!” Conor’s sudden exclamation caused the two to jump apart, their cheeks red. “I thought you hated each other!”
“That’s what I thought,” Jack smiled, pulling Joe closer, who had his eyes locked on the floor.
“Well,” Conor snorted, “If I had known leaving you two alone would have made you stop hating each other, I would have done it ages ago.”
2p! America: “Doll, no, I-I whatever I did I can fix it! I can fix all of it! You don’t need to worry! I-I’m sorry, please don’t leave!” You out of all people to walk out on him. So many have left him before, and you were his dream come true. He would do anything to win you back and he hates himself even more for letting you go.
2p! England: “Poppet? What can I do to stop this? I only want what is best for us, I love you cupcake. W-why can’t I do anything good for you? I love you more than words can tell… please don’t leave me alone again…” He’d be heartbroken and would instantly start questioning you. Was it him? Is it because of his freckles? Is it the way he dresses? Maybe the way he talks? He’ll change almost anything to have you not hate him.
2p! Canada: ”What can I do to get you to love me then!? Fuck! Listen, I like-no, I fucking love you! I know I can be big and stupid and lose my temper sometimes, but… I never wanted you to hate me… please just stay… I will do anything.” This was one of the first times he had ever been actually open about his emotions. He wouldn’t know whether to be angry at you or just sad. He knows that he isn’t perfect, but he’ll try anything to not let you go.
2p! France: ”Yeah same here.” He would feel horrible. He already hates himself, so fuck, why not add you to the list. He would be quiet about it, and most likely would get shit face drunk. He just wants you to love him like he loves you, because he tries so hard to be good enough for you.
2p! China: ”Kitten… I love you so much, I don’t know what I would do without you, please just stay! I promise, whatever is wrong with me, I’ll stop doing it. Please I just need a chance! I didn’t want to… I…I never wanted you to be unhappy. Please, I love you.” He wouldn’t know what to really say. He would be so caught up in the fact that you hate him that he wouldn’t be able to think clearly. I knew you were a dove, and that a dragon like him would never be able to have a creature as perfect as you.
2p! Russia: ”I understand what you mean. I… if you would like to leave then i would see why…” He may not seem like it, but on the inside he is broken. You were the only person who grew to see past his imperfections, you were the only one who wanted to learn more about him. No one has ever really been kind to him before, except you. Yet there comes a point in time where sunshine must turn to rain.
2p! Italy: ”After all I have done for you and you say this!? How dare you! I have gone through hell and back to try and get you to be mine! W-why can’t I have you? You were the best thing to ever happen to me! Bella… I can not lose you. Stay here and I promise, I’ll do everything to make it up to you.” This was one of the few times Luciano broke. He would no doubt hell cry, he loves you more than anything. He just has trouble saying it.
2p! Germany: ”You… hate me?” At the horrific realization Lutz felt shattered. You may as well rip his heart out and stomp on it in front of his face. He wouldn’t really understand why you are thinking this way, but he wants to know. At times like this, he can’t find words and remains silent. He just wants to love you and make you happy. But it looks like he will never be able to do that, unless you forgive him.
2p! Japan: He wouldn’t say anything. He would just lower his head, keeping his eyes strictly to the floor. He wouldn’t move either. He would just analyze what brought you to say that. You wouldn’t know whether he was angry, sad, or confused. In all honesty he doesn’t know either.
2p! Romano: ”What? W-what do you mean? You can’t hate me! I promised myself to love you unconditionally and to always protect you! Am I not doing good enough for you? Am… Am I not good enough?” He wouldn’t know how to think. Everything around him would crumble and all he would be able to worry about was you.
2p! Prussia: ”I knew that this would happen. I thought Roland was right, that you were the one… but I guess not. Please don’t go… please…” Absolutely heartbroken. He would instantly start crying. You were all he needed, all he had. You were his medicine and you helped him through so much. He just wanted to help and love you.
2p! Austria: ”Ha! Impossible! No one could ever hate me, Roland! I give you three days and by then you’ll come back! You’ll see!” He would be in complete denial that you hate him since he thinks of himself as so great. The reality would hit him when you didn’t come back, and he would instantly go out looking for you frantically. He would tell you he is sorry eventually, and he would come to his senses for what seems like a moment.
The night is silent, save for the sound of bare
feet slapping against the slightly wet soil, leaving a trail of imprints behind
them. Your chest heaves as you struggle to run, and you can’t help the terror
coursing through your veins as you hear the sound of heavy footsteps behind
What had made it come to this?
You sigh tiredly as
you squint up to the sky, cursing at the sun for beating down your back with
vigor. The sky is clear overhead, with the occasional shadows of birds flitting
“What’s got you down,
You look to the right
to see a crookedly grinning young man quirking a brow at you.
“Silence, Yun,” Your
mood is admittedly down, “You’re being a pest.”
“So mean, sister,” He
mocks you playfully, hand running through his silky dark tresses that you swear were created by Athena herself, “I’ve
only come to call you back to our home; Mother is looking for you.”
“Again?” You groan in
exasperation, “What does she want this time?”
He gives a non-committal shrug of the shoulders.
“She just told me to search for you and I, like the absolutely fantastic person I am, have done it.”
With a smug smile, he waves you off and you roll your eyes, before sighing yet
again and trudging along the dusty trail to your home.
It’s small, much smaller than those huge villas you’ve seen dominate the
inner parts of the city and though a part of you still feels bitter about it,
you’ve learned to make do with what you have. It’s your life; you need to deal
with it, as your Father says.
“Mother?” You call, ducking into your tiny rickety home, mindful of the
pots dumped haphazardly on the cool ground, “You called for me?”
A frail woman peeks her head out from the tiny kitchen-come-dining, a
thin smile playing on her lips.
“Oh yes, dear,” She beckons you forward, and you oblige, only to gape in
shock when an entire platter of
grilled goat’s meat and fruits is thrust into your unprepared arms, “Could you
take this to the inner city for me? I’m feeling awfully tired today.”
“W-what for?” You demand, wide-eyed, unable to tear your eyes from the
food, “Why aren’t we eating this?”
Mother smiles at you, though it lacks the warmth it usually possesses.
“We are going to war, my dear,” She whispers softly, and it strikes you
then, “We must please the God of War.”
“No,” You angrily shake your head, vision beginning to tint blood red,
“If we are going to war, we must fight it with our own hands, Mama, not by
sacrificing the precious few resources we have for-”
“Enough!” She raises her voice, and you fall silent, knowing that the
conversation is complete. “Do as I say, Y/N! I should never have encouraged
your silly little beliefs!”
The last part is whispered to herself, but you hear every word; each one
strikes you like an icicle through the heart. Your Mother is someone you have
always looked up to, someone who you have always gone to for comfort, for
understanding, so her disappointment…it hurts you, a lot.
“Yes, Mother.” You nod quietly, before turning on your heel and
scampering out of the shack.
Your feet carry you automatically in the direction of the city and, even
at the outskirts, you can see people preparing for war; throngs of men
sharpening their swords, some men stocking their homes with necessities, such
as food. Some women are dancing around a fire, grilling meat. And, sitting in
solitude on a lonely rock is a young girl, who eyes the meat with hungry,
A rush of anger courses through you, thrumming through your veins and
heating them up. You remember a time when you were that girl, when you so
hopefully, naively, believed in the
Gods; when you, like countless others, fell for those foolish tales.
But you know better now.
Cautiously eyeing the crowd, you approach the girl, slipping her some
meat from your plate; she looks up, startled, before breaking out into a bright
“Thank you!” She exclaims cheerfully, and you beam back at her, happy to
help, before you bid her adieu and are on course again.
A strange sort of guilt gnaws at you, but you push it aside in favor of
trying to bear with the scintillating heat. It is really hot right now.
You nearly collapse in relief when you finally reach the temple of War
God, but your heart nearly stops when you see just how many people are outside it. It would likely take till midnight
to reach the inside, and you’re in no patience to deal with such things. You
decide to visit a lesser known sight, one that is mostly hidden from the
scathing gazes of the city folk.
The small temple stands proudly at the top of a sloped hill; though it
is a struggle, you eventually manage to scale it, thankfully not dropping any
of the food.
Setting the platter in front of the deity, you awkwardly step back,
having absolutely no idea what to do now.
“Um,” You start off hesitantly, “My Mother asked me to bring this to
you, I suppose. For the war and all that. But I think that’s plain foolishness;
who would know if you actually exist? We’ve been taught so many stories by now,
but they’re just that: stories.
“If you Gods really existed,
our people wouldn’t be suffering like this! If you actually existed, I wouldn’t
need to be here right now, I wouldn’t have to waste such precious food on
something that doesn’t even eat!”
By this time, you’re shaking, anger racing through your heart, breathing
“I hate this! I hate feeling so powerless, I hate feeling so puny! I
You freeze when you feel a hand grip your shoulder, your eyes impossibly
“You hate me?” A velvety voice
chuckles into your ear, the hot puffs of breath hitting the shell of your ear,
“Are you certain?”
You slowly turn around, raising your eyes to meet amused, fiery brown
eyes. The man is tall, at least compared to you, with dark hair swept to the
side, and bright pink lips that contrast oh-so-wonderfully with his pale skin.
Not that you’re looking.
“Who are you?” You stumble backwards hastily, nearly tripping over your
gown, “Where did you come from?”
“Why, I thought you’d know me, considering how you were just cursing my
existence,” The man smiles, revealing pearly white teeth.
“But I’ll spell it out for you,
if that is what you require. I go by Άρης, but mortals know me as Jungkook,” The smile transforms into a
smirk, “God of War.”
I got that same "I hope you are r*ped tr*nny" message. I'm not trans either.I'm also a known anti-shalad¡n. Coincidence? I think not
I mean, to be fair? I don’t think this has anything to do with being an anti, because I saw shaladins receiving this same very ask.
I also saw people from other fandoms receiving it (antis and not antis) and people from blogs dedicated to fight racism, sexism, transphobia or whatever
and even blogs only dedicated to ace discourse
my theories are
it’s the same group who isn’t really involved with discourse in general, but only want to start shit (and using discourse on tumblr so the shitstorm is bigger, I guess)
It’s like one of those “send this to 10 people” chain asks, except instead of love messages it’s just… pointless hate. so like, it’s not exactly the same group of people, but separate ones who are copying and pasting this ask on blogs they don’t like for whatever reason, and since it’s basically the same message over and over, it would be hard to track it down
just. just someone with a very boring life, tbh
I was actually sort of expecting to receive that ask in this blog, eventually. I’m just surprised it took this long