you knew it would only be a matter of time

one of my favorite retail stories of all time is the story of Softsoap. you know the soap with the aesthetic fishes?

well the guy who made it realized nothing about his product was able to be patented. he knew it was only a matter of time before the behemoth that is proctor & gamble would come in and push them off the shelves through the power of mass production. so the guy who makes softsoap had to come up with an ingenious plan to keep p&g off his back long enough to get into the national circuit of department stores. he then realized there was a patent on the dispensing pump itself. this doohickey here:

only two companies were allowed to manufacture the pump due to patent law. so what did he do? he bought 100,000,000 soap dispensing pumps from those two factories. 

P&G couldn’t get into the market for years and softsoap became a household name. he then ended up selling to colgate for $61 million in 1987 in a true act of pettiness.

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Would you mind doing an imagine or a one shot with either Rossi, Hotch or Reid where the reader and them are getting married and she wants to keep her last name and she ends up keeping her last name even though everyone else is against it except the guy you choose? Also I absolutely love your writing it makes me so happy to find someone that writes absolutely everything. I also get so excited when I finally have enough time to sit an read your work.

I can do this!  I hope that you enjoy it, because here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

“You aren’t taking his last name?”

“She isn’t taking your last name?”

“Have you talked to her about it?  I bet if you did, she would.”

“What about hyphenation?”

“It’s just tradition, it doesn’t mean anything.”

The two of you had heard it all.  Ever since you entrusted parts of your wedding to Spencer with the team, you knew it was only a matter of time before they found out that you weren’t taking Spencer’s last name.

And they were trying everything in their power to change it.

“I’m sorry that that they keep bringing it up,” Spencer would murmur lowly in your ear.

But never did he outright say that he was alright with it.

“Spencer?” you ask one evening as you mindlessly twirl your pasta.

“Yes?” he asks as he takes a sip of his drink and smiles at you.

“Does it bother you that I’m not taking your last name?”

You watched his reaction closely.  You had picked up a few tips on how to read people better since you had been with Spencer, and it served you well sometimes.

But this time you had a really hard time reading him, and you were concerned.

“Has someone said something to you again?” he asks.

You didn’t want to tell him that Garcia had asked if you had asked him.  You didn’t want to tell him that she felt it wasn’t right that you hadn’t.

But it had gotten your cogs turning, even though you had stormed out of her office lair angry.

“No,” you state.

“You’re lying,” Spencer calls you out.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shrug.

“It does,” Spencer emphasizes.

“Answer the question,” you ask pointedly.

The two of you looked at each other for a while.  The restaurant faded away, and details of the wedding became obscure as panic began to flood your mind.

But Spencer’s voice pierced through the stress and the worry, and reached down to the scared little girl who was afraid of making someone she loved angry.

“It doesn’t bother me,” Spencer says.

You read his expression, looking for indications that he was lying.

But he knew what you were doing, and it caused him to smile.

“Really,” he lulls lowly as he takes your hand across the table, “it doesn’t bother me at all.”

His fingers began to play with your engagement ring.  The two of you looked down and smiled at it, thinking back to that beautiful morning where you had rolled over and he had been holding it between his fingers, his hair mussed from sleep and his eyes clouded over with anxiousness.

It had been so simple, and so heartfelt, and you had pulled him into your arms and covered his entire body with kisses that morning as the word “yes” tumbled from not your lips, but Spencer’s, time and time again.

“Taking a man’s last name is a very old tradition that took the place of a written deed,” Spencer began. “Taking a man’s last name after the dowry for the woman was exchanged was a way for him to imprint upon her that she was his property, quite literally.”

You looked up into his eyes to find him staring at you.

“You are not my property, Y/N,” Spencer says earnestly.  “You are my partner.  My equal.  Our last names…they don’t have to match for me to know you love me.”

Your eyes were beginning to mist over as Spencer lets go of your hand and brings it up to cup your cheek.

“You marrying me says all of that,” he says lightly.

And as you nuzzle your cheek into his warm, smooth skin, the waitress comes back around with fresh drinks as the smell of your food begins to waft up through your nostrils.

“Wanna finish dinner and get dessert at home?” you ask sultrily.

You giggled as Spencer licked his lips and darted his eyes up to the waitress.

“To go containers, please?” he asks quickly.

And you threw your head back in laughter as the waitress scampered off quickly.

Mute Part 2

Part 1

Genre: Angst
Words: 2,067
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Rape mentions (pls don’t read if this will trigger anything & also i’m here to listen if anyone needs to talk)
Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what to do when traumatizing events result in your witty remarks dying down to nothing.

Bucky felt useless. You had not talked since leaving the infirmary only half an hour ago, and he was starting to second-guess every move he made. You didn’t leave to go to Natasha’s room, no matter how many times Bucky persisted that it wouldn’t hurt his feelings if you wanted to. He could see the hesitation in your eyes, and he guessed that you would feel more relaxed with Nat, but this area with him was familiar. Bucky knew how you were. When anything terrible happened to you, you would try your hardest to normalize the situation. You didn’t like feeling vulnerable, so if you ignored the incident in front of others, they couldn’t pity you. Bucky knew this was the reason you weren’t going to stay with Natasha. As much as he desperately wished it was because you wanted to be with him in that moment, he knew you were attempting to put yourself back into how things were.

How they were without you talking, at least.

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y’all, damon salvatore is NOT the better man, that’s obvious. but deep down you all should know that the only reason Stefan said it is because he always, no matter what, time after time would sacrifice himself for his brother’s happiness. he said it, because elena NEEDED to hear it. he said it because he knew both damon and elena needed validation. was it a stupid line? yes. but it says so much about stefan’s character. 

Train Rides Part 6

It’s finally here!!!!! This one was very fun to write! I think Train Rides will be ending in the next chapter,which will be NSFW,  so please look forward to it!

Rated T

(Part 5)

(Day 18)

Your mind spun as the train skidded along the tracks. You hadn’t slept a wink last night. V’s declaration of his feelings for you had replayed in your mind every time you closed your eyes. Even now, your ear still tingled from the warmth of his breath when he had whispered words of war to you.

Glancing down at your hand, you flushed, remembering how his lips had felt against it. Pressing your fingers to your cheeks you shook your head rapidly, V occupied every single one of your thoughts!

No matter how much you tried, he always sat at the back of your thoughts, bothering you, pestering you over and over until before you knew it, you were wishing that he would appear before yo- Wait. No! Having V show up would definitely not be good right now. Your thoughts were scrambled, and you had no idea how to face him.

You stared down at your feet miserably, it was only a matter of time before V got on the train, and you were by no means ready to face him. Did he expect an answer from you? Exactly how much time would he give you? If you rejected him, would your friendship turn sour? The thought of that made your heart ache, and you-

You jumped as cold fingers lightly tapped against your forehead.

“You’re bothered because of me.”

The low rumble of a voice sent shivers down your spine, and you felt every nerve, every hair on your body come to attention. Slowly taking your eyes off the floor you looked up, not at all surprised to find V towering over you, fingers still in the air.

His sunglasses hung over the front of his shirt, and those blue orbs you adore so much smoldered into you. There was a completely foreign expression on his face, one you had never seen before. V slowly dropped his hand down to his side again before saying,

“You didn’t run off.”

The sentence throws you off guard. Of course you had avoided him for majority of the week…it made sense that he would have been fearful of the same reaction after telling you how he felt. An unpleasant feeling begins to take over the butterflies in your stomach. In your panic and unwillingness to deal with the situation, you had trampled all over V’s feelings. Having someone run away from you never felt good.

Instantly a shroud of guilt overtakes you. “I’m sorry…for avoiding you before.” You say, your eyes pleading with his, as if to convince them of your sincerity.

Your apology clearly surprises V, for he doesn’t say anything for a moment.

And then slowly, a small smile graces across his lips.

Your heart slams in your chest, when did V start having such a large impact on you?

V raises his hand again, and then suddenly he cups your face with it, his cold fingers screaming at your to pay attention to them. The caress throws your heart into overdrive, but you can’t pull away, V’s eyes are locked with yours, analyzing your reaction, taking in all of you, drinking the sight of you in as if burning it into V’s memory.

You can’t help the flush that lights across your face.

V doesn’t take his hand away, his thumb running across your cheek softly.

“Good morning MC.” He says softly.

It’s barely a little more than a whisper, but that doesn’t mask the depth of how much affection is said with it. V’s voice is quiet, but his words are steady, as if saying good morning to you was something only he could do. The greeting so simple, yet so complex, whisper words of love, adoration, and happiness into your ears, enveloping you until you’re completely overwhelmed from the feelings of his finger tips and the passion in his face.

His fingers trace the flush across your cheeks, and its enough to snap you out of your trance.

“A-ahaha! G-good morning Jihyun” You reply back carelessly as you take a step back. This wasn’t good. You were starting to want, to actually believe that starting a relationship with V would be oka-

“Jihyun? Did you call me by my name just now?”

Your thoughts end instantly at the smirk that stares at you. You press your hand against your mouth softly.

“A-Ah! No that was…uh that was.” You stutter, hating the fact that V was taking delight in watching you squirm.

Your station flashes brightly on the screen and you let out a sigh of relief.

“I’ll be going now!” You spoke quickly, ears turning red as you heard him laugh you off the bus.

(Day 30)

Days passed and with each new day, you found V kept his words. He often came to take you to lunch, messaged you every day, and even went as far as meeting you on the train every morning and night.

You didn’t know how much longer you could defend against his onslaught.

(Later that night)

As you stepped onto the train once again, this morning’s embarrassment came rushing back into your mind. Not surprisingly, as you neared your regular spot, V was already in place, leaning against the wall as he always did. The red scarf you had given him is wrapped around his neck, keeping him snug and warm. He looks up from the photo magazine he had been flipping through, as if he always knew when you entered a room. He smiles at you softly, and you nearly become breathless again at the sight of him.

This wonderful man claimed that he loved you.

“Good evening V.” You greeted as you neared, ignoring the way your face has instantly gone up a few degrees.

He pats your head softly as soon as you’re within reach, “How was work today?”

You begin chatting about your day, a smile eventually taking form on your face. You took comfort in the act, glad to see that some things did still remain the same even if both your feelings were beginning to form. You and V had chatted on for a while, and you noticed the train stop at King’s Station, 3 stops before V’s and 2 before your own. You payed it no mind, continuing to chat with V.

V looks down at the watch on his wrist and then back at the station announcement.

And then suddenly his hand is entwined with yours, warm and soft, his grip gentle and comforting, yet firm and desirous. Before you can even react V has tugged you out the train doors, and you hear your shoes make a small “click” as they hit the platform.

V isn’t running, but his strides are long and fast, causing you to clumsily and hurriedly strive to keep. His hold on your hand has yet to loosen, and before you know it you find yourself out in the cold open air, stars twinkling down at you, your breath coming out in breathless pants as V finally slows down.

As sudden as he took off, V just as suddenly comes to a stop. The sudden halt cause you to bump fast first into his back with a small “thump” .

“V…V?” Your voice is breathless and filled with confusion, the cold air doesn’t help you either.

V’s quiet for a moment, until finally he lets go of your hand and turns to face you.

Your face is flushed red from the cold air, your eyes large in concern, and the way you’re panting…it all drives V crazy.

V gently unwraps his scarf from around his neck, twisting the red fabric loosely around your neck instead, looping it once to create two red streaks cascading across your coat. He lovingly pulls your hair out and over the scarf as he then moves the hold both your hands in between his own, bringing them to his mouth.

You feel his hot breath begin to warm up your fingers, his scent from the scarf encasing you. Nothing else matters now, not the fact that you don’t know why V ran off, or the fact that you’ve gotten off 2 stops before your own.

All that matters is V.

“I’m sorry. You must be cold.” V says, never moving his mouth away from your hands.

You feel his voice vibrate against your skin.

“I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted to spend more time with you. Wanted to be in your company somewhere a little more open than a train.” V explains, and you swear you can see the tips of his ear reddening.

You smile, genuinely happy at seeing V grab what he wants for the first time. You remove your hands from his grasp, ignoring the pout that covers his face, and fix the collar of his jacket that hangs loose from the absence of the scarf now wrapped around your neck.

You smooth the collar out gently, and reach up to move his hair, tousled from the wind, out of his face.

“There.” You say with a mischievous tone

“Now you’re handsome.”

V’s face breaks out into a wide grin, and he reaches up to your hand in his hair with his own, moving it against his cheek and nuzzling into it, encasing your hand between his face and his right hand.

He closes his eyes as if you sooth everything away, and you feel your breath hitch in your throat. All signs of joking leave your face, no one else is apparent to you. Only V.

The dam in your heart presses against the wall you build to keep your feelings in.

V’s eyes drift open, smothering you with his intense gaze. You hope that he can’t feel your pulse hammering away.

You both can’t feel the cold air around you, you both don’t see the dark night. The two of you are lost in your own world, and for once, you aren’t thinking about the consequences of going along  with V’s affections, not when your own are screaming at you to go even further.

“I love you.”

Those words snap you out of the trance instantly.

They aren’t said as a whisper, or a yell. V says it as a statement, as if you had no say in it. Your heart is going into overdrive, and you feel every cell in your body screaming back how much you love him. Hadn’t you been fighting this for way too long?

V stares at your expression, as if contemplating his next move. You’re biting your lip softly, and the sight of that almost makes him groan aloud. He’s wanted you for so long…dreamed of the day where he could finally touch you like this.

Slowly his face nears yours, and you don’t move away, your resolve chipping away with each centimeter he closes between you.

“I love you MC.” Another declaration.

His lips hover right over yours, you can feel his breath and you’ve never wanted something more that his mouth on yours. You begin to wonder why you even fought against this in the first place, and your lips begin to quiver in anticipation, your eyes look up into V’s, as if questioning why he won’t continue.

“Is that so wrong?” His voice is barely audible, a whisper of a caress right over your lips.

And then finally, the lips that you longed for cover you mouth. It’s soft and gentle, filled with bliss and joy. His lips feel even better than you imagined. They’re smooth and captivating, searing your lips as you feel the kiss with every nerve in your body.

V pulls away slowly, his forehead resting against yours as both your breaths mingle in the cold air.

This isn’t enough. You’ve wanted him for so long, held yourself back for so long. You wanted, no you needed, more. You wanted to drown yourself in him. Lose yourself in those blue eyes, come home to his arms, kiss him whenever you wanted.

V speaks quietly, “MC I-”

You cut him, placing a small peck on his lips.

“Again” You say, before indulging into him once more.

This kiss is nothing like the first one. It starts off chaste, you just kissing him to feel him once more. But V has other plans. He unwraps the scarf from around your face, wanting nothing in the way of having you. Both his hands cup your face, letting him kiss you deeper, and you swear your knees are going to give out from under you. V presses your bodies together, and you let out a small gasp as you feel his teeth lightly tickled across your bottom lip.

V sucks lightly on your bottom lip, the sensation overwhelming you.

This kiss if full of passion. Full of hunger and frustration, you two touch each other as if the world were ending all around you. But V’s just getting started.

Taking advantage of your surprise, V slips his tongue inside your mouth, intertwining with yours immediately. He coaxes your tongue to dance with his own, building and building your longing for each other. V lets out a quiet groan in your mouth as he feels your tongue swirl against his own.

Lack of breath cause you both to stop. By the time you both pull away, your both gasping for air, returning back from how wonderful you both had felt in each other’s arms. V traces your lips with his finger, his eyes full of hunger as he takes in your swollen lips and slightly tousled hair.

You laugh, imagining how you both must look to others, and V is taken aback at how you can laugh at a time like this.  

“Can’t you read the atmosphere?” He asks, his voice hoarse and teasing.

You smile widely, twisting out of V’s hold and grabbing his hand.

“Let’s go get something to eat. I’m freezing!” You insist, pulling him along.

A small smile places itself on V’s face as he watches your figure walking forward, leading him by his hand. Your hair flows gently behind you, the red scarf entangled in your clasped hands.

“ string of fate..” V mumbles quietly to himself.

puppy bites

Rated - fluff, tiny bit of angst

Artist - Zico

Word Count - 647

sorry its kinda short..

In the two and a half years that you and Jiho had been dating, he had never doubted you or gotten any thoughts of you cheating on him.

Sure, he knew that with your looks, you could be with someone much better and a lot more good looking than him but -  in the time that he had known you, he was almost certain that you would never hurt him like that or leave him in that matter because you were too kind and, in his opinion, too angelic to do anything that horrible and cruel.

But only because it had never happened before, it didn’t mean that it would never happen.

An example was this moment, as he reached your shared apartments door.

He expected you to be sleeping, since it was pretty late and he had told you to not wait for him because he had to work late or maybe even not come home for the night.

The last thing he expected when he got home, was to hear his significant others’ giggling being heard from outside the big doors and man - in that moment something inside of him snapped.

He was suddenly filled with insecurities.

Before he knew what he was doing, he angrily rips the door open - not literally -  and closes it behind him with a loud banging sound.

“What the hell is going on here?” he says, barging in the living room, not even bothering to take of his shoes.

You turn around startled by the loudness and surprised to see your boyfriend home with a look of murder in his eyes - but you don’t miss his two dark pupils wavering for a split second, the moment they land on your sitting figure.

As you were about to ask him what was going on, a small furry ball protectively jumps in front of you and grinds his teeth in attempt to scare the big and tall intruder that had scared his new friend.

“Wh-What is.. That?” Jiho asks wide eyed, pointing at the little creature in front of you.

Suddenly forgetting what your boyfriend had done, you giggle and pick up the small little puppy in your arms.

 Standing up, you walk towards your shocked boyfriend.

“It’s a little puppy. I just got it today. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I was planning to surprise you.”

Jiho had to admit that he was indeed hella surprised.

When he had heard your giggling, he had braced himself for the worst and seeing how wrong he was, he couldn’t help the guilt that suddenly hit him like one thousand tons of brick.

Hanging his head low, he slowly rubs the back of his neck.

“Sorry, Y/N… I didn’t mean to walk in like that and scare you..” he quietly mumbles.

“I just… I was having some bad thoughts when I heard your giggles, since it’s pretty late.. and- and.. i expected you to be sleeping and- …”

Putting the puppy down, you cruelly ignore the small whimpers and slowly walk towards Woo Jiho’s hanging figure.

“Oh, Zico..” you quietly say, placing your hands behind his head and slowly raise it up. Getting on your tippy toes to reach him, you gently land your lips on his, in a small peck. 

Immediately wrapping his big arms around you, he holds you against him to rest your lips on his.

Snapping you out of your little moment with the tiniest bark, the little puppy jumps up and bites down on Jiho’s pants, catching him by surprise.

“Y/N… Y/N..! Y/N do something!” he yelps as he falls flat on his butt with the furry creature on top of him, trying to get his small teeth on his victim’s flesh.

Finding the sight hilarious, you quickly grab your phone from the coffee table and turn on the camera, ignoring your boyfriends pleads of help.


a love letter to the stydia family:

fam, we made it.

we made it through years of knowing that it would happen one day. that it would happen someday. that we just had to hold out hope. and we did. we waited. we were frustrated as hell sometimes, but we never gave up. we knew it was only a matter of time.

as we are on the verge of what is sure to be an incredible season 6 premiere, and an incredible season 6, i just want to tell you all how much you mean to me. how happy i am to have found you, to know you, to celebrate with you. this fandom has brought me so much in terms of love and friendship, but y’all already know you hold a special place in my heart. we have literally cried together. laughed together. loved together. 

we are the happiest shippers today because of these two married dorks (who are finally going to address their feelings yall i am truly shook), and i am elated to be basking and celebrating with such wonderful people. thank you for all of the love, the support, the feels, over the last 5 years. as we enter this unchartered territory of canon, i cannot wait to see how much stronger we become.

enjoy tonight. each and every one of you deserve it. i am so excited to be experiencing this with you.

God!Chuck Drabble Request

This was requested by Anon: Chuck and “You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you.” 

Word count: 248

Warnings: Fluff

Chuck knew there was something special about you.  He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.  Every time you walked into the same room he was in, his eyes would quickly find you.  He was mesmerized by you.  It was only a matter of time before the two of you started dating.

Chuck walked into your room, raising an eyebrow.  “Why are you staring at yourself in the mirror [Y/N],” Chuck wondered as he padded up to you.

“I don’t like how I look,” you mumbled, frowning at yourself in the full length mirror.  “How can you love me when I look like this?”  You had curves and you always thought of yourself as less for having them.  However, Chuck didn’t see it that way.

“I suppose you’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you [Y/N],” Chuck stated with a small smile.  “I don’t see your flaws.  I see that wonderful soul and the beauty that is before me.  I don’t made mistakes.”  Chuck pressed a kiss to your cheek.  “I wish you would realize how beautiful you are.”

“You’re so sweet,” you hummed, turning around to face Chuck.  “I feel like I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you.”

“Oh but you do,” Chuck assured you.

Later that day, Chuck showed you how much he loved you by kissing all the “flaws” you had pointed out.  He wanted to make sure you knew how much he adored you, regardless of your flaws.

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Tony’s kisses were always passionate, he never failed to make you feel loved when you were in his arms. There wasn’t a lot of relaxing times with him, so when you would finally be cuddled up on the couch, you’d take the opportunity to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.


Thor’s kisses were always slow and passionate. He never rushed anything when it came to you because he knew he’d have to leave soon to tend to his duties back home. He liked to savor the kiss, imprinting the feeling of your lips on his.


Clint kissed you like nothing else in the world mattered. He would hold you tightly to his chest, crushing your lips against his in order to just feel your skin against his own.You were his only weakness, your kisses were the only thing that reminded him that he was still human.


Sam liked to have you laying on top of him at all times. He liked to hold your waist protectively while he leaned up to kiss you. With you on top, the possibilities were endless with what Sam would do after the kiss. 


Steve liked to hold you in his arms basically every chance he got. He would hook one hand on your waist while the other would swing lazily by his thigh. The kisses would be full of love and excitement whenever he would return from a mission. He loved watching you run out of the building to jump into his arms after he left the jet.


Bucky was shy around everyone after he was recruited by Steve, everyone but you. He immediately fell for you, feeling a strong urge to protect you by all means. He would hold your cheek randomly, pulling you into him as he pressed deep kisses to your lips. PDA was his thing, he couldn’t get enough of kissing you.


Nat’s untrusting quality would disappear when she was with you. She would allow herself to be silly and get lost in your kisses. Whenever you pressed a kiss to her nose she would giggle up at you, falling in love all over again with your smile.


If there was one thing Wanda enjoyed, it would be kissing you. Whenever she left for a mission you would give her a sweet, teasing kiss to remind her to come home and finish what was started. She would kiss you in the car, on the sidewalk, even in the middle of a restaurant. She didn’t care where she was as long as she got to kiss you.

new york’s best

basically a captive prince cop vs fireman au

If there was one thing Aimeric knew coming out of the academy, it was that police officers and firemen did not get along. It was like some kind of ancient rule, written on the walls of every fire station and police department in the country. You did not talk to the firemen, you did not become friends with the firemen, you did not sleep with the fireman. As a cop, he knew murder was illegal and initiation ceremonies could definitely get you arrested, but he felt as though there was some kind of long-standing punishment that would befall you if you broke the rules.

The only time that firemen and police officers ever crossed paths was after a 911 call, and even then it was distant, following orders and protocol. The only thing that mattered was making sure the victims got out okay.

An hour long dispatch was bad enough. A dispatch left Jord grumbling and Lazar complaining about the new guy who had gotten all the credit during a rescue. But it was nothing, nothing compared to the word that sent chills down the backs of the entire precinct.


Because arson wasn’t just a one time fire. Arson was a crime. And a crime meant that a detective had to be put on the case. Which meant that until the case was solved or marked cold, the precinct had to deal with-

“The fire department,” Nicaise scowled.

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Wish You Were Here (part 9/?)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Your high school sweetheart moves back into town, and you reconnect for the first time since college.  You both have gone your separate ways, but a series of events places you back in each others lives.

A/n: Tagging is open!


After leaving Bucky’s building, you found yourself sitting in your apartment the shock having worn off.   You had no idea how you managed to get home, all you knew was that you needed to get out of here.   It would only be a matter of time before everyone came to see you.  You needed time and space.

After calling Tony and letting him know you were taking a much needed vacation, you went to pack a bag.   People assumed being a travel agent meant you traveled all the time, the truth was that you never went anywhere you just kept collecting vacation days.   As you finished packing your bag you turned to the world map on your wall.

Looking at the map, you scan the countries, looking for somewhere far.  If only you had your own private island.  The thought hits you and with a smile you call the airline. You knew where you were going.

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BTS Reactions To Their S/O Being Jealous


“Are you enjoying your meal sir?” Your waitress pointedly asked Seokjin, completely ignoring you sitting on the other side of the table.

 Jin spared you a glance and let out a forced laugh to try to relieve some of the tension that had built up between you and the waitress. It had started from the second she had been assigned your table. She would not for the life of her take her eyes off Jin, and was overly friendly and every so often leaned a little too close, her chest nearly knocking into his head each time. You had been patient but your patience had only lasted for so long until you had finally gotten fed up. Jin clearly knew that you were upset and every so often smiled to himself, making matters worse. He was enjoying this. Once you had finished eating, you couldn’t help but be a little pouty as Jin drove you home. A few minutes into the drive you felt him poke your cheek and so you naturally turned towards him to find him smiling amusedly, “you’re cute when you’re jealous Jagi.” You simply rolled your eyes. Once you guys were parked outside your house, Jin grabbed onto your wrist before you could storm out. You turned towards him, knowing it was irrational, but nonetheless ready to lash out but were quickly stopped by the gentle caress on your cheek made by his hand. “Jagiya, please know that you have no reason to be jealous. I love you and only you. You’re the only one in my eyes and heart.”

Originally posted by go2bedjungkook


“Goddammit Y/N, where are you going?” Yoongi called out after you as you stormed out of the boys dorm. It didn’t take long before he caught up to you, halting you by grabbing onto you by the wrist. 

“She’s just a friend, how many times do I have to tell you that?”

“Yeah, of course she is because “friends” just sit on each others laps like that right?” You laughed sarcastically. 

He remained silent for a few seconds before answering, “I didn’t know she was going to do that.” 

“You didn’t seem to rush yourself in asking her to get off. Yoongi she has feelings for you for fucks sake don’t you see that?” You said, beginning to grow tired. It was always like this when she was around him. She would always flat out come on too him and he’d just make up for it by saying they were just friends. 

He sighed, “I know she does. I haven’t said anything because she’s like a sister to me. I don’t want to hurt her, you know? I haven’t been fair to you, I see that now and I’m so sorry, I’ll talk to her today. Just please know Y/N that I don’t feel anything when she does any of that. She doesn’t make me feel what you do. Fuck she doesn’t even begin to compare to how much you mean to me.”

He had barely finished before your lips were on his. Yoongi was momentarily taken aback from the suddenness of the kiss before relaxing into it and instead pulling your bodies closer.

You both pulled apart out of breath, “I’m so-” 

“Don’t apologize,” he cut you off with another passionate kiss.

Originally posted by lets-fly-away-bts


“Who are you?” The female dancer beside Hobi asked as you walked into the studio during the middle of their dance practice bearing snacks. 

“My girlfriend,” Hoseok proudly replied, wrapping his arm around your waist before giving you a kiss on the cheek. 

The dancer’s eyes narrowed, her lips drawing into a sly smile. She had liked Hoseok from the second she laid eyes on him and couldn’t help but want to rile you up a bit.

“You’re not leaving are you? Why don’t you stay so you can see the choreo?” She asked you innocently. 

You nodded excitedly, but those feelings of excitement were immediately replaced by feelings of jealousy as you saw just how intimate the dance was. Hoseok had warned you beforehand that the dance was meant to be sensual but you had never imagined for it to go as far as the dancer straddling Hoseok’s waist, ending the dance with a kiss to his jaw. 

Although you remained calm in front of her, your facade fell the second you and Hobi were alone. Hobi knew you well enough to know that the cause of your silence was due to your jealousy and he couldn’t stand it for more than a few minutes before he broke. 

“Jagi, don’t be mad.” You remained silent. Desperate to get your attention, Hoseok grabbed you by the waist and pinned you against the hallway’s wall. 

Your eyes widened, “Hoseok, what are you doing?”

It was just at that second that the female dancer walked out of the studio looking haughty and proud of herself.

Before you even realized what was happening, Hoseok’s lips were on your as he gently lifted your thighs to wrap around his waist. 

You heard the dancer cough awkwardly. Hoseok looked towards her sheepishly, “ahh I’m sorry. It’s just so hard to restrain myself around my girlfriend. She’s too damn sexy for her own good.”

The dancer looked a little shocked before she scurried out of your sights. Once she had left, Hoseok turned towards you and winked, “don’t be jealous Jagiya. She’s got nothing on you.” 

Originally posted by taekookie-bts


“I know you’re jealous, but Y/N, please. Talk to me.” Namjoon begged, as he gently turned your cheek so you’d be facing him.

Your eyes were shining with unshed tears and Namjoon felt his heart break. He couldn’t believe he was to blame for the cause of your pain. 

“Can you really blame me for being upset? S-she kissed you Namjoon.” 

“She was drunk, Jagiya. She didn’t know what she was doing,” he tried to explain.

“You know. That I can understand. It still hurts but, what hurts the most is the fact that you were going to hide it from me,” your voice quivered.

“I didn’t want to upset you over something that meant nothing,” he reasoned.

“I would’ve found out eventually…I mean I did, didn’t I?”

He sighed, “I fucked up and I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just couldn’t bear the thought of you not believing me…God I’m such an idiot. I love you Y/N, please tell me you know that. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. I didn’t even know it was possible to love someone this much until I met you. I should’ve told you, I should’ve been the first one to tell you. “


“Y/N, you have every right to break up wi-”

“Stop right there,” you cut him off, “yes, I’m upset. But how could you ever think I’d want to break up with you?”

“You don’t?” Namjoon looked shocked.

“Of course not! I love you so damn much, you dumb ass,” you smiled before leaning in to give him a kiss. 

“Jagiya I-”

“Just please tell me next time something like this happens Joonie. There’s no one I trust more in this world than you so please don’t break that trust.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

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No One Better

“You alright?” Y/N asks, shifting to look up at Joe.

They were laying in bed, limbs tangled together, her head resting on his chest, the only light in the room coming from the glow of the hallway light under the door.

It had been a long evening, with Y/N having to attend a premier, and she had invited Joe along as her date, even though they both knew she would be busy with all the attention on her.

Most of the time, he avoided functions like that. Because it would lead to speculations, and those speculations got to him, not matter how hard he tried to ignore them.

To put it simply: Joe felt that Y/N could do much better than him.

He was only a YouTube star. Yeah, he had his own fanbase, and got some pretty amazing experiences, but he wasn’t worldly known. Unlike Y/N.

She had risen to fame fast, first with modelling and then acting. And now she was in high demand from both the fashion and movie industry, both wanting her to be the front runner of many productions. Joe was proud of her, and fully supported her in everything and anything that she did, but he also thought that may she was dipping below what her standards should be.

He had seen her pictured with co-stars from movies, and had grudgingly watched her make out with them on the big screen, reassuring himself that it was only acting. But there were times where he wondered if maybe Y/N wanted those guys to be her boyfriend instead.

Now, as his fingers traces patterns into her skin, her eyes staring up at him, both alone in the comfort of their own bedroom, he could feel the insecurities bubbling up and out of him.

“Why are you with me?” Joe blurts, meeting her gaze. He watches as her eyes show the shift of emotions, flashing from confusion, to worry, to an almost sadness, before settling on love.

“Are you worried about that again?” Y/N moves, detangling herself to sit up properly, running her hand through her hair, shifting it to one side. Even after stripping out of the fancy clothes and washing off the make up, she still looked beautiful to Joe.

“I always worry about it.” Joe shrugs, shifting to sit up as well.

They had discussed it before, but that was when Y/N was only a minor celebrity. Now her status had grown substantially.

“Joe,” She places her hands on his thighs, leaning in so he focuses on her. “I’m with you because I love you. Do you understand that?”

“You could love someone better than me.” Is his response.

“No, I couldn’t.” Y/N shakes her head. “Because there is no one better than you.” She reaches one hand up to brush this his hair, smiling softly at him. “You are the one that makes me smile. You are the one that makes me laugh until it hurts and there are tears falling from my eyes. You are the one I think about when I wake up, reaching for your hand. And you are the one I think about when I fall asleep, thanking whoever is up there for placing you in my life. There is no one else who can frustrate me so much because he is so stubborn, or likes to pull stupid pranks on me and his mates. And there is certainly no one who lights my skin on fire when he touches me, or makes butterflies go crazy in my stomach when he smiles at me. Joe, I love you because you make me feel human and loved. You don’t care that I’m famous, or that I’m pretty. You like me for me, and I love you for that. So no, I couldn’t date someone better, because there is no one better.” She finishes by placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I do care a little that you’re pretty,” Joe smiles, placing one of his hands over hers. “Because all the boys are jealous that I got you and they didn’t.”

Y/N laughs, leaning in to kiss him once again.

“Yes, you did.”

In Name Only-Part 3

The Winchesters are the richest family in your hometown of Lawrence, Kansas. John Winchester has his hands in just about everything in town. Oldest son Dean helps his father run the company. Younger son Sam wants nothing to do with the family business and is constantly getting in trouble. Your parents have just died and you find out that your father owed John Winchester a LOT of money

Characters: John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Donna Hanscum Winchester, Sarah Winchester (OC Dean’s daughter), Bobby Singer, Karen Singer, Amy Singer (OC Reader’s sister), Reader, Jody Mills, Fergus MacLeod, Billie

A/N: This story is coming fast, so I’m posting it as I’m writing it, but I’m not promising a chapter every day…..just sayin!

Part 1

Your encounter with Sam last night at Pete’s had really shaken you up.  You knew it was only a matter of time before the two of you crossed paths in a town this small.  You would have liked nothing better than to have given Sam what he wanted and tell him why you had left so abruptly 9 years go without saying goodbye.

It had killed you not to answer any of his frantic phone calls, but your Dad had forbidden you from contacting him. So you left Lawrence behind you, went off to college and never looked back.   You thought of Sam constantly, but you knew that if you heard his voice you would break and tell him everything, and it would be all over.

The minute Sam had seen you at Pete’s he was eighteen again.  Your hair was longer, cut into a chin length bob and you wore more makeup than you did back then. You were as beautiful as he remembered.  

  You seemed more comfortable in your own skin than you did at seventeen.   He knew from memory that when you smiled at him your smile would light up the room, but then he’d remembered your parents had just died.

The anger he’d thought he had buried so deeply came screaming to the surface the minute he sat down across from you and looked into your eyes. He’d sworn he’d seen tears there.

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@draganchitsa  told me to write about Arya discovering the ridiculously sexy picture of Gendry in the illustrated copy of A Game of Thrones. One does not simply refuse Celia.



“What. Is. This?”

“…oh. Uhhh…I don’t know?”


“It’s. How did you find that?”

“Does it matter? The point is, I found it.”

“I went to extreme measures to make sure no one–especially you–would find that.”

“Why me especially?”

“Because I knew you’d do this.”

“Gendry. What the fuck.”

“I was low on cash, okay? It paid well.”

“Was this the only time?”




“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. But I’ve decided I’ll allow it.”


“On one condition.”

“Oh boy.”

“Recreate this picture.”


“Do it. I want to see your body glistening with sweat and soot defining your well-toned abs. You can lose the douchey necklace but I absolutely insist on that bull’s head helmet.”


“Don’t tell me you don’t still have it.”

“…okay, I do.”

“Go get it. Now.”


“If you recreate that picture we can play  your favorite game. You know the one where you’re a lowly blacksmith and I’m a noble lady on the run from my enemies and I take shelter in your smithy and you hammer my–”

“Give me five minutes.”

Clone Prefrence: They Realize They Have Feelings for You

Requested by: @maryenette

He gets wayyyy more humorous with you once he’s realized his feelings. The second he knows he likes you he wants to make you smile as much as possible so he lays on the wit

He’s kinda known for a while but he hasn’t wanted to admit it to himself yet. He’s been protective of you in the past but now it kinda clicks for him that there’s a reason why. It’s a bit of a big epiphany moment for him

He’s definitely like “DAMNIT” when he realizes. He often feels inadequate and uncomfortable around you because he is a clone and wants to be someone you’ve be proud to be with. He definitely tries to be bolder and stronger around you.

Wolffe would kind of act a bit defeated because he knew this would happen. You’re exactly the type of person he would love and he knew it was only a matter of time before he fell for you.

Request anything you’d like to see! My ask box is open!

Director Orson Krennic x Reader Imagine II

Originally posted by willemdafoe

”Imagine to be a rebel and being captured by the Empire, Director Krennic is the one who interrogates you.” 
>Requested by @creative-chaos-in-my-head 💕 (waddup my fellow german !)<

tw: dubcon?

Being part of the Resistance and fighting against the Empire was dangerous and you always knew that it was only a matter of time until you get caught or die while fighting them.
Said time came faster than expected when you infiltrated one of the Empire‘s Stardestroyers, to be more exact - you infiltrated Director Orson Krennic’s personal Stardestroyer. You planned to blow the whole thing up but you got caught by some Stormtroopers who locked you up until someone who‘s authorized would arrive to interrogate you. The Troops who caught you talked on the way to your cell about the person who gave the command to keep you, it was Director Orson Krennic himself who stated that he wanted to have a word with you since he knew exactly who you were.
Director Orson Krennic… you hated the Empire and everyone who was a member or supporter of it but you had to admit to yourself that you had a thing for him. The way he fought, his imposing persona and appearance, his cape, he was an interesting and good looking person but the fact that he fought for the Empire ruined everything. You didn‘t even know that he took note of your existence but it made actually sense since you were one of the biggest troublemakers, always trying to make Krennic’s day a bad one.

Hours passed and finally some Death Troopers stepped into your cell to bring you to Krennic. You were just as scared as excited to meet him but you tried your best to maintain a poker face. They brought you to his office instead of an interrogation room which surprised you, but you didn‘t know if it was better or worse since Krennic seemed to have special plans with you.
The Director had his eyes on you since the moment you stepped in and he maintained eye contact with you until the Death Troopers placed you on a chair in front of his desk. You tried not to look away but his strong gaze with these wonderful blue eyes of his made you nervous and maybe a bit weak in the knees but you‘d never admit that, not even to yourself.
„Do you enjoy your stay on my Stardestroyer so far ? I don‘t have to explain what you did to deserve your stay, your face tells me that you know why you‘re here.“
Your gave Krennic a smug grin.
„Well, I tried to make your life as hard as possible and I guess I did a good job, otherwise you wouldn‘t give me this special treatment.“
„Oh, don‘t mistake this for a special treatment, many of your rebel friends sat on this chair before you. I may give you a special treatment later but this depends on how willing you are to tell me about the Resistance and how you behave.“
Your cheeks flushed red. You knew that he probably spoke about punishment if you refuse to tell him what he wanted to hear but the way how he said it made you blush.
„Do we understand each other ?“
You nodded at him and Krennic pulled out a tablet out of his drawer.
„Good girl. Now, tell me your full name so we can register you.“
„My name is Y/N, Y/L/N.“
He typed your name into the file on his tab and saw that you were already registered.
„Did you register yourself as Lieutenant on my Stardestroyer ?“
„No, my face is the face of innocence and I would never do something like that.“
Krennic looked up from his tab and pinched the bridge of his nose, he dealt with many annoying rebels in his life but you we‘re one of a kind.
„Such a lovely name wasted on such a naughty girl, what a shame.“
You looked down at the floor, you felt disrespected the way he talked to you.
„That‘s miss Y/L/N for you. Stop calling me just ‘girl’ all the time, Orson.“
Krennic laid down his tablet in disbelief.
„I‘ll call you whatever I want, don‘t you think that you‘re in the position to tell me how to call you. And for you it‘s Director Krennic or Sir ! Are we clear !?“
You remained to look down.
„It is, Orson, sadly I don‘t care.“
Krennic stood up and walked around his desk, over to you. He leaned down to you and lifted your chin with his hand.
„If you could see yourself now… you behave like scared dog, tail tucked between your legs and ears back, you try to provoke me but you can‘t even look at me, that‘s pathetic.“
You looked him straight in the eyes while pouting, you forgot that this was after all still an interrogation and not a meet and greet with your favorite member of the Empire.
Krennic moved his hand up to your cheek and caressed it with his thumb.
„It‘s truly a shame that you‘re so cheeky and part of the Resistance, you could fit so well into the Empire, believe me.“
Your face flushed red once again and you leaned slightly into his touch.
„S-sounds unbelievable but I thought the exact same thing about you. It‘s sad that you‘re part of the Empire.“
Krennic let go of your face and enjoyed seeing how your pout turned into a bite on your lower lip, surprised but gleeful what his touch seemed to cause.
He looked at his Death Troops and waved them away.
„You can leave now, I‘ll take care of our guest.“
The Death Troopers did as they were told and left you alone with Krennic. Your hands were still tied up but knowing that the armed Troops were gone now calmed you a bit.
Krennic sat on his table and took his tablet.
„So, miss Y/N… and now you‘ll tell me about the Resistance. If you do good I‘ll reward you with something pleasurable but if you lie to me, and don‘t think you can because I‘ll notice, then I‘ll punish you the way naughty and cheeky little girls deserve to be punished, I hope I‘m clear enough.“

anonymous asked:

may we have some Zenyatta and Genji (separated) having their s/o finally excepting their love after locking them up for god who knows how long. Also how they treat them afterwards. >.< (Basically s/o get Shockholm syndrome) Thankies~<3

Zenyatta knew it was only a matter of time before you succumbed to him and would begin to return his affections. Once you had gotten accustomed to the living arrangements and began following his rules regularly he knew it was only a matter of time before you came to him expressing your love. The first few months were tough,he’ll admit, but with the wise use of his harmony and discord orb placed upon you depending on how you behaved was getting easier to direct your heart in the right direction. When you become less aggressive and defensive he asks you to meditate with him. When you agree he’ll softly speak of how much he loves you with the harmony orb on you. You’ll feel warm and safe alone by his side without really knowing why. You can’t help but think, was this what he calls love? You heart tightened in your chest as you came to understand his devoted love and how much he cared for you. Within the following weeks you would find yourself confessing to him. 

It took you nearly a year to finally get accustomed to being held captive against your will beside Genji. He told you time and time again how you would never be able to escape and that he just wanted to make you as comfortable as possible while you were here. You were slowly beginning to believe him as the last few weeks you hadn’t even thought about escaping let alone attempting it. He rewarded you for this with anything you wanted and you had to admit it felt rather nice to be spoiled like this. In fact, you almost look forward to having meals with him and asking him about his day. You can’t deny that you miss your friends and family but if you were given the perfect opportunity to escape you weren’t sure if you would take it or not. Genji noticed this and decided to take advantage of it. When he left the house that morning he intentionally left the door unlocked and patiently waited outside to see the results. Would you notice and try to escape? He saw the doorknob turn briefly but after a brief pause nothing happened and he heard the lock click behind it. A large smile spread across his features as you passed his little test. Immediately he entered the home and picked you up, swinging you in his arms as he pressed a tender kiss to your cheek. You grew to love him and now he knew you could never leave him.