“Need any help with that research?”

Sam looked up from his laptop. “Uh, I’m actually done now, but, um, thanks Y/N.” He finished typing a few last things, rubbed his hands on his jeans, and gave you a shy smile. The playful manner in which your lips curled up to smile back took an immediate effect on Sam: his pulse quickened, the air he breathed turned stifling, and, he became keenly aware of the fact that it was just you and him in the bunker’s library. Alone.

You took a swig from the beer bottle in your hand and moved to stand behind him. “Alright,” you said, casually resting a hand on Sam’s tense shoulder. “Let’s see what you got.” 

Sam swallowed hard, eyes widening. As you read quietly to yourself, he struggled to keep himself relaxed under the lack of space between you, to appear absolutely neutral to your touching him. No leg bouncing, no hand twitching, easy breathing…the lack of response on his part was almost convincing, credible enough to make you wonder if you were truly having no effect on him whatsoever. 

You bent forward to take a closer look at the screen, your middle pressing snug against his back. “Ugh, I can’t read that last paragraph, do you mind if I take a seat?”

Sam figured you meant to sit on his chair, or any chair for that matter. He was about to get up, let you have his place, when you sat on his lap. 

“Oh, I see!” you chuckled, your eyes squinting at the text. “It says “death”, not “breath”. How awkward would that be, huh?”

A soft, almost imperceptible grunt escaped Sam. His arms, like the rest of his body, were paralysed, hanging taut at his sides. Were you actually trying to kill him here? Or did you really have no idea about the things you did to him? About how desperate he was to tell you the truth but hadn’t yet found the courage to?

“Hey,” a voice drawled. “What are you kids doing?”

You squeaked, taken by surprise by Dean’s voice. Sam, caught up in his thoughts, was also startled, and his hands automatically went to your waist, ready to move you if needed. Dean saw this and smiled teasingly.

“Never mind me, you guys keep doing…whatever you were doing.” He winked at you and went up the stairs to leave the bunker. The silence that followed after the door shut closed broke as you cleared your throat and got up from Sam’s lap.

“I–um–I’ll let you finish that,” you said quietly. Dean’s words had only reminded you that this was all just teasing, that you could never get Sam to admit how he felt about you; and worst of all, it reminded you how damn scared you were to tell him the same.

“Wait.” A warm, calloused hand took your wrist and prevented you from taking another step. The feeling of butterflies was an understatement to what you were experiencing in that moment. What was he going to say?

Sam took a deep breath, a feeble attempt to calm down the hard and fast thumping of his heart. “Would you, uh, would you go out with me?”

* * *


I believe in you

Note: You’re Kylo’s girlfriend. After discovering that you are force sensitive, Kylo begs you to help train you– you finally give in, but you’re not as thrilled about it as he is.

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“I don’t know about this Kylo…” you said as you reluctantly trailed after him down the hallway.

“You wanted me to train you, Y/N and that’s what I’m going to do,” he said, despite his voice changer, he sounded unusually cheerful.

“Oh please, you are way more excited about this whole thing than I am.”

You heard a snicker come from under his helmet, “You bet I am.”

You turned the corner and as you approached a large metal door, Kylo brushed ahead of you to enter a code into the keypad beside it.

As the doors opened, you felt your heart rate start to quicken. You had never actually trained before. Sure, you had come in to watch Kylo every so often, but you were hardly ready to brandish any of the practice weapons lined against the walls of the room. This was the Commander’s private training quarters, and only Kylo had actually used any of the equipment. What had you gotten yourself into?!

“I believe in you, love,”you heard Kylo’s voice in your head as he tried soothing you.

“You have to say that, this was your stupid idea in the first place,” you said aloud.

“Stupid?” Kylo scoffed, “I’ve not seen someone with potential like yours in long while, Y/N. If it’s stupid to want to help you unlock that beautiful mind of yours then so be it.“

You groaned, “Fine, but if I die, I’m going to kill you.”

“You won’t even have a scratch on your body by the time we’re done, Y/N. It’s going to be alright,” Kylo chuckled as made his way to the first training mat, “Besides, I’m right here, I won’t let anything happen to you… Here take this and ready it ,” Kylo handed you a practice Lightsaber.

You nodded, “Okay, okay. Let’s just get this over with,” you shut your eyes, preparing for the worst.

“Y/N, it’s safe, honestly,” Kylo reassured you once again.

“Sure it looks safe, but watch what happens when I do this,” you said, switching the Lightsaber on.

The saber produced a brilliant flash of red light and you were slightly in awe for a few moments before you heard Kylo clear his throat.

“Perfect, Y/N. Try and get a feel for how it moves,” he instructed you.

Without thinking, you began waving the weapon, surprised at how much lighter it was than you had expected. It wasn’t long before you were prancing around, waving it to and fro.

Kylo removed his helmet, setting it on the floor as he got a better look at you. You moved elegantly for your first time using the Lightsaber, but Kylo had suspected this would be the case. He had more faith in you than you could ever imagine.

But it wasn’t long before you got a little too close to Kylo, caught up in your excitement, and the Lightsaber swiftly struck his arm.

He staggered back slightly, and you gasped, drawing the weapon to a close before rushing to his side.

“Kylo, I’m so sorry, I…”

You trailed off as you heard the sound of his laughter, “No, no. Don’t be sorry. That was wonderful, darling, it really was, you’re doing great.”

You raised an eyebrow, “But I hurt you.”

“It’s a training saber, Y/N,” he lifted his sleeve up to reveal a small cut in his arm, “I’ve had plenty worse than this, it’s just a scratch.”

You shook your head, “Well I don’t want to risk hurting you any more.”

He sighed, “Okay, fine, lets move on.”

You nodded happily, as Kylo took the Lightsaber from you and set it aside.

“Okay, now for the mind,” Kylo grinned.

“There’s no way this is going to end well, Kylo. I can barely keep my own thoughts in order, let alone read someone else’s!”

He laughed, grabbing onto your hand and pressing it to his lips, “Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll take small steps, no mind reading today. Tell me if it gets too much for you, okay?”

You agreed and he continued, “Okay, let’s start with concentration. I want you to focus on someone or something important to you. Direct all your energy towards that one thing,” his hand stayed entwined with yours, “I’ll be with you the whole time.”

You nodded, your mind immediately thinking of Kylo. But what part of him were you supposed to focus on? His face? Too broad. His hair, then? Or his eyes– or maybe just his voice! No…

Kylo interrupted your thoughts with a slight laugh, “You’re thinking of me– and that’s fine– but it seems as though it’s confusing you too much. Try and think of someone else– someone that’s not in this room,” he added for good measure.

“Okay…” you said, preoccupied as you scanned your eyes around the room, looking for inspiration. What would you think of? Or who? Your mind was racing as you tried to think of one single thing to focus your attention on.

“Y/N…” you heard Kylo caution you, but you were only half listening. There was just so much to choose from, but then again it was just easier to focus on Kylo– Ah, but what part of him?! This was so tricky, you remarked to yourself, how does Kylo even manage it? Your mind was racing faster and faster by the minute, filled with a flurry of different ideas. You found yourself feeling lightheaded, but quickly pushed that thought away.

"Y/N!” You heard Kylo’s voice again and a wave of nausea hit you. You felt yourself falling backwards onto Kylo.

His arms immediately wrapped around you to ease your fall as you rested against him, “What just happened?”

“You started overthinking things, nothing to worry about, it happened to me the first time too,” Kylo said as he lowered down slightly to kiss your forehead. He could sense how anxious you were.

“I highly doubt that you nearly fainted too,” you mumbled.

“You’re right, I didn’t… But I understand how difficult it is to learn. Honestly, Y/N, what happened just now, it’s fine,” Kylo assured you, half laughing, “your mind was just overloading with information and it got to be too much, nothing to worry about.”

You sighed, burying your head in your hands, “I knew this was a bad idea, I’m so sorry.”

Kylo lifted your head out of your hands gently and raised your chin so that you were facing him.

“Don’t you dare apologise to me, Y/N. I was half expecting you to faint anyway. If anything, it shows you how much potential you have.”

“Potential for what? To pass out whenever I exert any mental effort?” You scoffed.

“No, no, of course not,” Kylo said quickly, “You’re a curious little thing, Y/N… I told you, from what I’ve seen of it, your mind is beautiful… and it just isn’t accustomed to that level of inquisitiveness for long periods of time.”

“You’re saying that to make me feel better about nearly fainting on you,” you crossed your arms.

He shrugged, “So what if I am?” Kylo pressed his lips to yours, “I told you, I believe in you, love, and I won’t stop until you start to believe in yourself too.”

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Everything was silent. A little too silent for Alec’s tastes as he took hurried steps away from his boyfriend’s loft. Isabelle had wanted to accompany him, mumbling something about it being dangerous to go alone at night, but he had refused. It was Magnus after all, and Alec could handle himself. It was as though they all thought he was weak, incapable of going for a walk after dark without another, more skilled Shadowhunter tagging along like some kind of bodyguard. 

A soft noise behind him gave him pause, and he stopped, one hand inching towards his bow, the other towards his quiver of arrows. It fell silent again shortly after and Alec assumed it was just an animal, and he continued walking, quickening his pace. He hated Brooklyn, the only reason he even ventured there was Magnus. 

The same sound from earlier interrupted his train of thought and once again he stopped, listening. Footsteps. He was being followed. The Institute was still too far of a walk, and he didn’t want to lead whoever was behind him there. Magnus’ loft was closest, but the footsteps behind him stood between Alec and shelter. Hand grasping his bow, he plucked out an arrow, nocking it before turning around and pulling back the string.

Blue eyes widened for a fraction of a second as he took in the figure, but he quickly composed himself, eyes narrowing this time.

“Sebastian.” His voice was low, calm, “Why are you following me?”

anonymous asked:

So could I have some headcanons for Genji with an s/o who is kinda like Jack Harkness from Dr. Who/Torchwood? Like they can "die" but less then 10 minutes after their "death" they just kinda jump up and are completely okay. Bonus if s/o is a part of Overwatch and was "killed" in action then left for dead, and then they show up to the base with fast food. When asked they say "I KNEW I was forgetting something!"

Sure thing, here you are! Please enjoy! :D

ϟ The look on Genji’s face when his s/o walks through the door without a care in the world is priceless

ϟ so many questions are shooting out they don’t have time to answer them all

ϟ his quickened speech suddenly stops when he notices a bag of fast food dangling from their hand

ϟ honestly all he can do is chuckle and hug them tightly

ϟ “I’m just glad it’s you.

Bonus: everyone just freaks out when they see them, some faint, others cannot speak, etc, etc.

Hearts at a Glance

The heart breaks often,
Delicate like crystal glass,
Always self-repairing from
Replicating feelings passed.

The broken heart feels like it’s
Dying from a case of bad blood
And sometimes it desires to
Remain stiff, frozen, and blue.

Yet the heart beats onward -
The drum of life keeps rhythm,
Steadily, quickening, pacing,
Keeps the blood rushing, racing.

And when love finally flows again
Through left and right ventricles:
Like seed to sapling a heart grows,
Blooming into your true inner soul.

Tumblr On The Auction Block

So, just because I know not everyone is aware of what’s going on, a lot of the changes (such as the annoying ads) is because Yahoo! (the company that bought Tumblr back in 2013) is losing a LOT of money on Tumblr. A drop in their revenue has forced them to auction off Tumblr, which is now in the final rounds of bidding. Companies like Verizon, AT&T, and an offshoot of Quicken Loans are in the bidding war (though some sources say Quicken has already lost as it wasn’t invited back for the final round of bids) as well as companies that are known to buy failing businesses.

I used to work for Yahoo!, for about 5 years. They don’t really do well with companies they buy as a whole, especially “strange” children like what we’ve come to love Tumblr for. MY personal hope is that AT&T will buy it. I prefer Verizon over AT&T as a company, but I’m kinda digging the rumoured report as to what AT&T is looking to do with it (as a blogger and an RPer).

You can find more information about what’s going on here and here. Either way, I caution you to back up your writing (and especially your resources as an RPH) because Tumblr’s future is VERY unknown right now. If you don’t know how to back up your tumblog, here are a couple of options

In other news, Tumblr is opening up live streaming tomorrow…which is kinda cool…maybe that’s just my opinion as a YouTuber, LOL.

Let It Be: Using Mindfulness to Overcome Anxiety and Depression

Anxiety plays tricks. It tells you that everything you feel is serious. Depression paints everything in black and white. Together, they skew perceptions.

Anxiety is not the nerves you feel before a performance. It is not the quickening heart upon realizing you left the stove on at home. Anyone who says, “Just relax!” to a person who is experiencing anxiety or depression should know this; they just cannot. Not yet anyway.

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A “Donald Trump for President” T-shirt will cost you $20, outside of the Republican National Convention in Cleveland.

A “Hillary for Prison” button — a top-seller among the throngs of conservative convention-goes — will cost you $10.

Trump Flakes are a bit pricey at $40, but a cartoon-Trump on the off-brand cereal box assures you, “They’re Great Again.”

Tens of thousands of people are visiting Cleveland for the GOP convention and dozens of vendors are trying to take advantage — hawking everything from T-shirts to joke-telling toy elephants. It’s created a bustling market of Trump-related goods outside Quicken Loans Arena, where there are three broad, unofficial types of vendors, politically speaking: true-believers, pretenders and anti-Trumpers.

Selling Merchandise Outside Of RNC, Politics Come Second

Photos: Nathan Rott/NPR

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"That's for me to know," Fury said, leading her toward the ship, "And for you to shut the hell up, human." He walked right through the giant hole in the side, directly onto the bridge, "'Master' Heckyl, I brought you a...oh, even better, Master Snide. I have a gift for you." Fury tossed Karone to the floor, laughing darkly. "Heckyl's latest distraction. I would have brought the purple one but she was a much easier target."

Karone was not amused and felt the spark quicken again, and a familiar feeling. She clenched her hand and as he threw her she hit the floor, wincing. She looked up to see Snide. “Snide…” Wait, what was that about Kendall? “I am not an easy target, you ugly excuse for a feline.”

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Life goal: touch daddys hair....or preferably pull it while he's taking me hard and fa-okay I'll stop 😂

Omg imagine running your fingers through his soft hair and moaning his name as he goes faster and faster, your fist closes around a handful of his hair as he growls your name and leans in to kiss your neck, leaving dark bruises on the sensitive skin. His tongue traces patterns on your skin as his hands explore your body and you hold onto him as his muscles tighten and you know he’s close.
He moans, his breathing quickens and you feel a familiar pressure build up in the pit of your stomach. You whimper quietly, desperate for relief and he leans in and moans in your ear,
‘Cum for daddy, baby.’


Daisy 8

Daisy felt her pulse quicken as she looked down at the small stun gun in her hand.

“It’s your turn, my love.”

From the activity in her peripherals she was vaguely aware that Do Kyungsoo was pacing back and forth. She saw him behind her on the left, then on the right. His erratic movement reminiscent of a caged tiger eyeing its prey just outside of the bars.

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Just outside the Quicken Loans Arena at the Republican National Convention In Cleveland is a Donald Trump Pop-Up Museum (soon to become an online museum) that tells the story of The Donald’s failed business ventures and more. The liberal political action committee American Bridge set up this exhibit to “expose…a man obsessed with money and publicity at the expense of his employees and working families, using his name to sell tschotchkes, hawk apparel made overseas, and market fraudulent get-rich-quick schemes.” Um…that was way harsh, Tai.

The gallery, located in a 6th-floor loft space above a bar near the LeBron James mural, is full of Trump-branded items like his suit and tie line (made in Mexico), golf merchandise, shirts from his failed football team the New Jersey Generals, a Trump board game (made in China), mementos from his failed airline Trump Shuttle as well as dozens of books, articles and photos about him and his career. Most of the products were bought on eBay. There’s also a collection of documents from the for-profit real estate program Trump University as well as a map called “Trumpsourcing,” which pinpoints all the locations outside of the United States where Trump-related products are actually made.

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Male escorts are making crazy money at the RNC
It’s been a great week for gay escorts in Cleveland. Male prostitutes contacted by The Post said business is booming and Republican National Convention attendees — most of them married — are clamoring for their services.

“Business has been way better. I’ve seen 10 clients so far,” one male escort said.

“Most of them were first-timers. You could tell they were nervous, but once they became more comfortable, they seemed to be having a good time.”

Another escort said he had already earned $1,600 since Monday — over six times the amount he usually makes.

“I normally only make $200 to $300, but I’ve been seeing lots of guys in hotels downtown,” he said, noting the boom in business near the Quicken Loans Arena.

The clientele has included mostly married white men between the ages of 40 and 50, said another escort who’s seen eight johns so far.

“One of them was from Texas and visiting for the convention. He said he was a politician,” he said, claiming he didn’t remember the client’s name.

One gigolo who charges $250 an hour said he’s been making about $800 per day since the convention kicked off — all from men visiting from Florida, Louisiana and Washington, DC.

“Usually I need to go out of town,” he said with a chuckle.

Most men paid to have sex, but one client requested to “do his business in the corner” while watching his wife in bed with the escort.

One of the hookers said he wasn’t surprised that the convention — filled with politicians who openly oppose gay marriage — brought such a boom in business.

“When it comes to anything people aren’t supposed to be doing, they like to do it,” the escort said.

Alone (5)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five;

“How did you know this is my favourite place?” you interrogated, looking around the little garden you were sat in. All around you were beautiful bushes, blooming flowers of every colour of the rainbow and filling the air with the sweetest smell. That wasn’t even the most breath-taking part. Above your head was a canopy of white fairy lights that twinkled like the real stars in the night.

Chanyeol leaned back and laughed in his low voice that had the butterflies quickening in your stomach. “Your favourite restaurant is the one closest to your apartment building?” he retorted, swallowing his laughter with a sip of wine.

You pouted your lips, furrowing your brow. “Why go far for a good thing?” you justified with a shrug, hiding behind your menu. You didn’t need to bother; you had the same thing every time you came here. But you needed something to distract yourself with because sitting opposite Park Chanyeol was making your head dizzy.

Across the table, Chanyeol closed his menu with a gentle clap and placed it back on the table. “Because this is your favourite place, why don’t you order for me?” he asked with a delicious smirk on his lips. He leaned back with his wine in his hand and just looked at you.

You couldn’t help but stare up at him with your mouth slightly agape. “You want me to choose your meal?” you stammered, gulping past the nerves that had built a lump in your throat.

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anonymous asked:

9. Things you said when i was crying for Peter Maximoff please :)

Peter Maximoff + things you said when I was crying

It was just past midnight, and you sat in the kitchen at the mansion with your hands wrapped around a hot cup of tea. Your lessons had you feeling strained, and it was causing you to experience little to no sleep. However, tonight it was worse than it had been before; you’d woken from a nightmare which involved you being thrown out of the school for not being good enough.

You were staring into your half empty mug when you heard footsteps, waking you from your stupor. Your heartbeat quickened, though you relaxed when you saw that it was only Peter.

“Peter? What are you doing up so late?” you asked wearily.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said, going to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. He took a seat across from you at the counter, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip.

You sighed. Normally you would’ve said something snappy such as, “I asked you first,” but you were too exhausted, and instead just let everything slip, telling him about everything from your lessons to your fear that you weren’t meant to be here to your nightmare. Silent tears slid down your cheeks, and though Peter looked surprised that you’d told him so much, he was swift to move to your side, wiping your tears away with the pad of his thumb.

“Hey, look at me,” he said quietly, lifting your chin. You almost smiled at the look of unfeigned concern on his face. Almost. “Things will get better – that I can promise you.”

“I’m just having a hard time believing that right now,” you confessed.

“I need you to trust me.” Peter guided his thumb across your cheek affectionately, and you leaned into his touch. “Okay?”

You nodded somewhat reluctantly, and he wrapped you up in his arms. He stayed up with you for half the night, talking about how you’d both go out somewhere at the weekend to take your mind off your troubles, until you finally managed to drift off to sleep, Peter carrying up to your room in his arms.

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Cruz gets booed after he declines to endorse Trump during convention speech


Texas Sen. Ted Cruz declined to endorse Donald Trump on Wednesday night during his prime-time Republican National Convention speech, telling voters to “vote your conscience” in November.

Cruz has remained one of the GOP’s most prominent holdouts even as other former Trump rivals offered tepid endorsements of the controversial Republican nominee.

However, fellow conservatives in recent days had increased pressure on the Texas senator to fall in line behind Trump.

The crowd in the Quicken Loans Arena broke out in chants of “we want Trump,” to which Cruz replied, “I appreciate the enthusiasm of the New York delegation.”

The audience proceeded to break out in overwhelming boos. As Cruz concluded his speech, cameras cut to Trump arriving in the arena, giving the crowd a thumbs up.