hover handing

not defending Hillary here or previous regimes but the fact that they called her killary as if trump isnt gonna carry on the same military war machine PLUS have a hand hovering over the nuke button the whole time….

anonymous asked:

Hahaha yeah dude please smell my anonymous asshole. I said that to get internet money and lots of sex pussy. Retard missed the point where I said you didn't have to respond because it was an anonymous message from an invisible person to you making sure you weren't hover handing undiagnosed cancer cells. Fuck. Cool. Wonder if that person likes to make things do you think they'll 3d print a badly drawn drunk compliment for me I'll pay in anonymous exposure holy shit

It’s this one

Writing Prompt #1055

I held the device in my hand and I could already feel it trembling. “With a flick of this switch, everything you ever wanted will be true.” the main said. His eyes glistened and he motioned towards the switch. My hand hovered over it, but I was still unsure. There were so many things that I wanted. 

my favorite otp kissing trope

person a: eyes screwed shut, fists balled at their sides, cheeks flaming red, leaning up with determination

person b: frozen with shock, cheeks also flaming red, eyes blown wide open, hands hovering over person a’s hips until they relax and pull them closer

Thank You

 Newt Scamander X Reader

 561 Words


 “Newt?” You called out for a certain hufflepuff, climbing hastily down the ladder and into his workspace. “I can’t find my scarf, I think I’ve left it here.” As you stepped off the ladder, you took a glance around the cluttered space.

 Arriving to the conclusion that Newt was busy elsewhere, you took it upon yourself to find your scarf. Though it proved nearly impossible, due to the thousands of papers and items scattered around the room. “How does he find anything in this mess?” You thought aloud.

 You removed your wand from its pocket in your coat and gave it a wave, followed by the words, “Accio scarf!”. The (f/c) scarf hovered into your free hand. A satisfied smile rested on your lips as you returned your wand to its pocket and wrapped the scarf around your neck.

 You observed the disorganized mess surrounding you, lips twisting into a frown. You knew Newt spent most of his time caring for his beasts, so much so that you could not recall too many times where he was actually resting. Feeling it was the kind thing to do, you began to organize the room so he would have less to worry about.


 “(y/n?)” Recognizing the familiar voice, you shelved the last misplaced book and turned your head. Newt started towards you, before stopping and looking around. In the two hours you had been working, you managed to stack most of the papers and return various miscellaneous items to their appropriate shelves.  “You cleaned?”

 “Yes, I did.” You beamed, leaning on the desk behind you. When Newt didn’t reply, a guilty expression arrived on your features. You hadn’t even thought of if he actually wanted things organized. “Oh, I am so sorry, Newt!”

 He turned to face you, his brows knitting together in confusion. “What?”

 “You probably had everything the way you liked it. I didn’t even think about that.” You stepped towards him and twiddled your thumbs. “It’s just that I came looking for my scarf,” You began, gesturing to the (f/c) scarf resting on your shoulders. “And I noticed how everything was, well, rather cluttered. I thought it might make things easier for you if I tidied up for you. Please, don’t be upset with me.”

 Newt placed a hand on your shoulder, his features softening. “No, no! I’m not upset,  just surprised that you would spend time doing this for me.” His sky blue eyes looked into your (e/c) ones, causing the butterflies in your stomach to go wild.

 You wondered how you hadn’t noticed how gentle and attractive Newt was before. Clueless of what to say, you gave him a shy smile whilst staring like an idiot. He caught you off guard by pulling you into a warm embrace. “Thank you, (y/n).” He let go, and maybe it was your mind playing tricks, but you swore you saw a red tint on his cheeks.

 “It’s no problem, really. All I did was clean.”

 “No, I don’t thank you enough. Y-You do a lot for me, you know?” Newt grasped your hand, his own shaking tremendously. “I do not know what I would do without you.” He admitted. Surprising both himself and you, he gave a gentle kiss to the top of your head before scrambling up the ladder.

 All you could say was, “I should clean more often.”



Baekhyun (according to fire_light_love) was saying that he was an angel who had lost his wings but there was still something there so he showed it the the fans and DANG BAEK YOU SKINNY AS HECK NO WONDER THEY TOOK AWAY UR WINGS THE OTHER ANGELS PROBABLY GOT SCARED OF YOUR RAZOR SHARP SHOULDER BLADES

And Baekhyun’s favorite song from the album was heaven too ;-;


His hand was hovering over Baekhyun and he was practically just waiting for a chance to touch Baekhyun or he was like “bae be careful, I mean there’s nothing to be careful about but be careful. Displaying your body like this takes up a lot of effort” LIKE HE WAS HOLDING ON TO BAEK WHEN BAEK WAS KNEELING DOWN. UMMMMMMMMMMMMM WHAT?

XD yes yes I know he put his hands in between Baekhyun’s shoulder blades to show how deep the crevice was between Baekhyun’s shoulder blades but shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he was unnecessarily touching Baek the other times


I bet they were afraid protective Chanyeol was gunna come out XD


Chanyeol’s touch count: 8 (if I included the lingering seconds it’d probably be over 100)

They have tried everything. Everything that they can possibly think of. But nothing has worked, and the longer that Magnus Bane stares at the pale, cold face of Alec Lightwood, the faster the little hope he has fades.  Magnus clutches at the chair Alec is currently lying prone on, fingers digging deeply into the fabric nervously and he grits his teeth to prevent the hot, frustrated tears from breaking free from his eyes.

“Don’t you die on me, Alexander.” Magnus murmurs,  hand hovering above Alec’s forehead as if to brush the strands of hair hanging there away, but his fingers never make contact. He lays his hand back down on the chair and watches Alec’s chest rise and fall intently because he’s afraid that Alec will stop moving, stop breathing altogether.

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  • Jimin: Hey Jungkook can I talk to you for a sec?
  • Jungkook: Yeah what's up?
  • Jimin: So we've been going out for a really long time, and I was wondering if you would like to go, you know, further with me this weekend.
  • Jungkook: No can do, you must be this tall to ride. *Hovers hand right above Jimin's head* Sorry short stack.

january stands still in front of his bathroom mirror. hovers a hand near his face like he’s afraid to touch his own body. he has his mother’s skin, his sister’s eyes. both dark and soft and warm. they’re not here but he carries them with him. with every glance, every flicker and movement of his hand. 

a concept™: Ed, sneaking through the mansion at night, intending to set up his next revenge plan, and instead finding Oswald asleep on the couch - their couch. He’s still waiting up downstairs, hoping that Ed will come home, even after the ghost scare from last week. He’s only half-undressed, still in his formal shirt and pants, and curled into a little ball against the arm of the sofa, obviously uncomfortable and cold. Ed stops and stares down at him for a minute, watching Oswald’s steady breathing, something in his own chest constricting. He moves without thinking, automatically taking the throw blanket off the top of the couch and laying it over Oswald. 

He doesn’t realize what he’s doing until he’s reaching down, about to tenderly brush Oswald’s hair off of his forehead. Then he abruptly freezes - still bent over, hand hovering in the air, fingers inches from Oswald’s face - and his eyes go wide. He scrambles back - too fast, too loud, but not caring - and books it out of the mansion, heart pounding, his nefarious plots forgotten for the moment. 

(Later, he reasons that it was just the wrong night for it, and that the next stage of his revenge could wait another day or two. There was no reason to rush, after all. No reason at all…)  

When Oswald awakens the next morning, he’s stiff, but warm. He’s confused by the presence of the blanket for a moment - he doesn’t remember pulling it over himself before falling asleep - and then suddenly it occurs to him what that means, and he looks around wildly, clutching the blanket tightly in his fists, a familiar name lodged in his throat. But, of course, there’s no one there. 

He eats breakfast with the blanket slung over his shoulders like a cape, and only shrugs it off when he absolutely has to, when it’s finally time to get properly dressed and face the new day. He eventually folds it and lays it back over the end of the sofa, where it remains, untouched. But every time Oswald passes by he looks at it, and remembers, and his heart thumps with just a tiny sliver of hope.

i find that i have always been attracted to dark things. not blood and gore, per se, but morbid fantasies and all of the deepest places that the mind will lead you, if you follow it. i like forests with abandoned cottages; windows shattered, moss and wildflowers growing in all of the nooks and crannies, an abandoned locket with a grainy, black and white photograph cut unevenly into a heart. or decadent horror, where everyone is done up in lace and jewels, but there is a woman floating face down in the lake, while everyone else is at the ball. or a banquet where, beneath the covering of the main course, there is a disembodied head, eyes and mouth wide open. of course, suburbia can be eerie, as well. i have always thought of it that way, anyway. kids on their bikes after dark searching for ghouls. girls sitting cross-legged in a dimly lit bedroom that smells like frankincense, bony hands hovering over a ouija board. then there are fairies, monsters, vampires. the glimmer of wings in the dark. the girl that you thought that you saw in the forest, all flesh and disheveled hair. crawling through a broom closet and finding your way into the lair of the beast, be it animal or man. i find that dark things can be dark, but they can also be clever, thrilling, beautiful and insightful. that is what i like most about them

The One Where He Doesn’t

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: Alec ended his relationship with you to marry Lydia and since then, you hadn’t spoken. After trying to save Ragnor, you end up facing certain death. The only question is, if you wake up will you still have time to win Alec back or will he be the new Mr. Branwell? 

A/N: did anyone else fully squeal over tonight’s new episode? #malec
oh and there’s new writing so check out my new jace imagine here and my first ‘the 100′ imagine with john murphy here!

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“Go, I’ll stay with her,” Magnus states, his hands hovering over your body, “She’ll be okay.”

Jace hesitates as he watches over you, “Magnus…”

“Go,” he commands and Clary nods, pulling Jace through the portal with her.

Your eyes flutter open and Magnus breathes out a sigh of relief, slumping against the wall, “Oh thank god,” he mumbles.

“What happened?”

“Shax demon,” he grumbles, “You fell over the bannister trying to save Ragnor.”

“Is he-“

“He’s dead,” Magnus stammers, his voice shaking.

“Magnus, I’m so sorry,” you pull yourself up before groaning and falling back to the floor.

“Yeah, when you fell not only did you fall hard, you fell onto a vase,” he nods towards your shirt which is steeped in blood.

“How deep did it cut?”

“Let’s just say, you don’t want to look yourself,” he shakes his head, looking slightly disgusted.

“We’d better go,” he stands up, “I’ll portal us back – don’t strain yourself too much,” he instructs you, looking at you sympathetically.

“You don’t have to feel bad for me,” you grumble and Magnus shrugs, “You did take a giant shard of glass to the stomach.”

You shake your head, standing up, “I meant about Alec. I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m-

Broken,” he finishes for you, “Won’t happen again,” he smiles before his expression contorts into one of concern as he notices your face draining.

“Whoa,” he catches you as you pass out, stumbling into his arms.

“So, you’ll give me away?” Alec asks and Jace grins, nodding, “I’m glad we sorted this out,” he hugs Alec .As he pulls way he stares at Alec nervously.

“What’s wrong?” Alec creases his forehead and Jace takes a deep breath, “It’s y/n, she-“

“Jace, I know what you’re going to say. But this is what’s right.”

“I-It’s not that…”

“Then what?”

“When we went to get Ragnor, a Shax demon somehow followed us. Y/N was trying to protect him but she got thrown over the bannister and a shard of glass-“

“Where is she?!” Alec’s eyes fill with worry.“In the infirmary – but Alec, I don’t think it’s wise you see her.”

“What?” his face contorts with confusion, “W-hat are you talking about? I have to see her, I have to-“

“You already said your goodbyes and agreed to stay away from each other. Don’t cause her more pain,” Jace sighs and Alec stumbles backwards, his eyes stinging as he swallows hard.

“I’m sorry Alec, I just think that’s what’s best,” Jace steps forward but Alec steps away from him, shaking his head as though he was in denial. 

“I have to go,” his voice cracks, “I have a wedding to-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence and instead stumbles out of the room.

As he passes the infirmary his heart continues to pound harder and harder as though it was trying to escape his chest and find its way to you.

“Alec,” Isabelle appears behind him, “Did you see her?”

Alec stares at her, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. She presses a hand to it, “You have a fever.”

“I’m fine,” Alec mumbles, pulling her hand away, “How is she?”

“She’s severely concussed and she’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Izzy…”“She’ll be okay. It’ll just take some time.”

“How much time?”

“Let’s just saw you won’t see her at the wedding.”

Alec runs his fingers through his hair, running his hands from his hair down to his face and burying his head in them.

“Hey,” she whispers, pulling them away, “She’ll be okay.”

“The last thing I said to her was that I didn’t want to see her again – Izzy, I didn’t mean – I didn’t mean like this, I- I-

“I know,” she pulls him into a hug, rubbing his back, “And she knows too.”

“Jace won’t let me see her…”

“I think that’s for the best Alec. I’m not sure she could take seeing you looking all strapping and handsome in your suit,” she laughs, fixing his collar.

Alec catches her hand, “Stay by her side for me, will you?”

Isabelle nods, “Of course.”

As he stands at the alter, Alec’s mind flashes to the exact moment he had broken your heart.

“Alec, what are you talking about?”

“I’m marrying Lydia.”

“That’s not funny,” you roll your eyes, going back to hanging your clothes up.

“It’s not a joke.”

You stare at Alec, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s done.”

“What’s done?”

“I think its best we don’t see each other from here on after.”

“Alec,” you pull him back by his arm but he rips it out of your grasp, “I don’t want to see you again.” 

“Alec?” Lydia hisses and Alec snaps out of his thoughts, clearing his throat.

“I’ll ask again – Do you Lydia, take Alec to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

 “I do,” she smiles nervously, her eyes on Alec.

“Alec, do you take Lydia to be-“

He doesn’t,” Jace interrupts, “Not yet, anyway,” he grumbles, pulling Alec aside.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You need to go to the infirmary.”Alec’s eyes widen, “What’s going on?”

“Y/N has some internal bleeding – something about the glass travelling through her blood stream or something – I don’t know. But you need to go see her, Alec, while you can.”

Alec doesn’t hesitate for even a moment, bounding down the aisle as everyone’s stares and whispers turn to a blur. As he reaches the door to your room he hesitates, his hand on the handle. Your screams can be heard echoing down the halls but they momentarily subside as Alec takes a seat beside you.

You suck in a breath, wincing.“Y/N…” his eyes well up as he moves hair away from your forehead, “I’m – I’m so sorry,” he cries, burying his face by your side.

You run your fingers through his hair, before letting out a cry of pain.

“We have to sedate her,” the doctor states, pushing Alec out of the way. He presses his back against the wall, his breathing heavy.“What’s going to happen to her?”

“We have to take her into surgery. After that, only time will tell.”

“Hey, you’re awake,” Isabelle squeals and you grimace as she wraps her arms around you, “Sorry,” she laughs, pulling away.

“You really scared us,” Clary sighs and Jace nods in agreement before he notices your eyes wandering.

“You’re looking for Alec.”

You slowly nod and Jace looks at the floor, “He went through with the wedding.”

Your throat closes up at his words and you force a smile, “Oh.”

“He’s in his room if you want to see him,” Isabelle states, her eyebrows furrowed together as she stares at Jace, “Doc says you can walk.”

You nod, slowly pulling yourself out of bed and Clary steadies you, a grin on her face.

“You’re creeping me out,” you stammer, staring at all of them as they stare back at you in amusement, “Did you take some of the stuff they put me on?” you ask and they all grumble, their expressions dropping.

You slowly walk towards Alec’s room, one hand on the wall for support. You hesitate outside his room before knocking, “Its y/n,” you call out, straining.

There’s no answer and you slowly turn the knob, pushing it open but the room is empty. You slowly make your way back to your room, pushing the door open and screaming as Alec jumps out from behind it.


“EUGHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” you scream in surprise before putting your hand over your chest, stumbling backwards and clutching your side in pain as you land on the floor.

Alec’s eyes widen in concern as he pulls you up, his hands on either side of your face and examining you. Your eyes wander around the room.

“Alec, what is all this?” you whisper in amazement as you look at the room which was filled with yellow roses, yellow balloons and even a life size yellow teddy bear.

Your face drops, “Guess Lydia’s favourite colour is yellow too, huh?” you mumble, “Though, it’s not like I died, how did they manage to kick me out of my room so quickly?” you grumble, letting your fingers trace over the petals of the flowers.

Alec looks at you in confusion, “W-hat? No, these are for you…”

You stare at him in confusion, “For me?”

He slips his hand into yours, “I thought I was going to lose you…” he traces a fingers down your cheek, delicately tracing your lips, “Look at you,” he whispers before pulling you into his chest.

You stay there for a moment before pulling away, “Alec…”

“I love you,” he whispers, “It’s always been you and it will always be you.”

“Alec,” you smile crookedly, sniffling as tears trail down your cheeks, “I love you, but we can’t change what’s already happened.”

“No one told you?”

“Told me what?”

“Nothing – Nothing happened,” he states and you choke, “W-WHAT?!”

“Nothing happened. No marriage, not even a kiss.”

“J-Jace said you went through with it.”

“My bad!” you hear Jace call out from down the hall, a smirk evident even in his voice.

You shake your head laughing, “I’m so embarrassed,” you chuckle, wiping away at your eyes with your sleeves.

“Now you know I still love your idiot ass – I should’ve made you work harder,” you sigh, “Should’ve punished you a little.”

“Trust me, you couldn’t have punished me more than the way I felt watching you in surgery.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispers continuously, peppering kisses all over your face before he returns to your lips.

“Let’s go away for a while,” he suggests, “How does France sound?”

“It sounds far away and time consuming.”

“So, perfect for us then,” Alec grins.

“Where’s Alec and what have you done with him?” you scoff.

“What would you say if I told you I have two honeymoon tickets to Paris?”

“That’s sad… and so, so wrong,” you giggle.

“But, this-“ he wraps his arms around your waist, “This is right.”

“Then I’d say ‘Fuck yeah let’s hook up on top of the Eiffel Tower’.”

Alec blushes, “My mum is in the next room,” he mumbles, his cheeks a bright shade of red.

“Well, I hope she has earplugs so she doesn’t hear us doing this,” you laugh, pulling your shirt over your head as you pull Alec onto your lips.

A/N: make sure you check out my new jace imagine here and my first ‘the 100′ imagine with john murphy here!

“Oh yeah, and who’s going to stop us?” The agent in front of you said tauntingly.

“I am.” The four men swirled around to come face to face with your boyfriend Steve. Their once bitchy demeanor crumbled the second they saw him.

“Ugh…Mr. Rogers, C-Captain America, sir! We were just having some harmless fun. We meant nothing by it.” Tom, the jerk who started the whole thing stuttered, clearly shitting his pants from the look Steve was giving him. Steve looked at you, frowning at the black eye forming on your face. He passed them, hovering his hand over the spot, drying the tears off your good eye.

“They do this to you?” You nodded shakenly, unable to use your voice. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” Again you nodded, Steve’s murder-face came back, the one everyone knew he could snap at any given moment. He placed a tender kiss on your head, turning back towards Tom and the rest of the assholes.

“FRIDAY, please inform Tony and the infirmary, an agent’s been hit.” The next thing you knew, Tom was on the ground holding his nose, blood seeping through his fingers.

“What the fuck was that for?”

“For physically assaulting and harassing Tony’s best assistant,” you grinned as their eyes bulged out of their heads, “not to mention my fiancé.” Tony and Bruce walked in then with amused looks on their faces, but they quickly fell when they took in your face. Tony’s eyes hardened, Bruce’s eyes turned green slightly.

“Right. Well Rogers, let Bruce take a look at her injuries and I think the rest of us have a date with Fury, don’t you think?”

Steve wrapped a protective arm around you and followed after Bruce. A smile forming on both of your faces.

Imagine Poe finding out you were force sensitive

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Your eyes focused on the rock, hand hovering above it. The rock was small, but still. It floated beautifully inches from the ground, you smiled in victory. But a call of your name and the rock fell to the ground.

Your head jerked up from the grass, a pair of brown eyes staring at you from a few feet away. Poe Dameron walked up to you with a relaxed demeanor.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Poe held out his hand, a soft smile on his face not showing any indication that he had seen anything. You examined the curves of his face, his jawline was becoming more prominent. His baby face slowly had gave way to a chiseled handsomeness, as the two of you grew out of adolescence and into near adulthood.

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Fenris jerks his arm away so quickly Hawke is worried they’ve hurt him but, immediately after, he shoots them a guilty look and awkwardly flexes his fingers.

“I’m sorry, I…”

“Did I do something wrong?” Hawke asks, brows knitted together.

Fenris only shakes his head, lips in a thin line, and seems to drift into thought for a moment. They’re worried but he hasn’t moved; he seems content to stay sprawled on his stomach on their bed next to them even with his arm tucked closer than before. Finally, slowly, he stretches it back out over the pillow next to their head.

“What were you doing?” he asks, quieter.

“I’ve never really felt them before.” Hawke explains, hand hovering over the lyrium scarring on Fenris’ arm. His eyes follow the motion, still so cautious, but he doesn’t move this time. “Usually I, uh, try not to mess with them. I should have asked.”

Fenris shrugs, shifts slightly, and props his chin on his arm to look at them better.

“You can touch them again.” he says finally, “I don’t mind.”

“You pulled away like I burnt you.” Hawke points out, fingers still hovering over his skin.

Fenris smiles weakly at them and shrugs again.

“I’ve never had anyone be so… careful with them.” he says, “It surprised me.”

Hawke scrunches their face a moment, processing this oh-so casually delivered information, and then leans in and presses their lips to one of the lines going up Fenris’ forearm. He leans back and watches, almost entranced, as they nuzzle their face against his skin.

True affection is not something Fenris remembers receiving before Hawke. He knows now, logically, he at least was hugged and doted on by his mother. But those memories have not surfaced, possible never well, so things like this with Hawke are all he has. The way their fingers comb through his hair or how they hug him–palms flat in the center of his back to keep him but not trap him.

And this. Whatever this is; Hawke gently pressing kisses into the lyrium lines on his skin. He’s not even sure he likes it at first–a common thing between Fenris and touch.

When Hawke raises up a bit and moves to nuzzle their face into the crook of his neck he’d decided he likes it and lulls his head to the side for them.

“Do they always hurt?” Hawke asks.


He’d be lying if he said anything else. But Fenris had long ago grown accustomed to ignoring them when they were at their weakest pangs.

“It’s not bad now.” he adds, noticing Hawke has stopped moving.

They reply with another kiss against his neck and fingers dancing down the thicker lines on his back. Barely there–just ghosting over his skin in such a way that leaves Fenris unsure they were even there at all.

Hawke lays back down and presses their forehead to his arm after a moment, hand stilling in the center of his back. Fenris glances at them in confusion, eyes half-lidded from contentment.

“I hate that you always hurt.” they mumble, raising their face to look at him. “I just want to fix it–make it better somehow.”

Fenris smiles and cups his free hand under their chin, pulling them to a kiss. Hawke’s hand draws across his back to coil around him. It’s slow and gentle and, again, something that took time for Fenris to adapt to. He loves it now.

“Some things cannot be fixed.” he says softly when they part, forehead pressed to Hawke’s. “You make things easier. That is enough.”

Hawke smiles at him, bumps their nose against his, and asks, “Since they’re not too bad right now, am I allowed to go looking for your ticklish spots?”

“Not if you value your life.” Fenris mock-threatens, even as he feels Hawke’s fingers dancing across his ribs and does nothing.

“Ah,” Hawke says with a chuckle. “Never had much use for that thing anyway.”

Welcome, Little Ones

Requested by @levycchi

Prompt; Birth of the Twins

Slight nsfw seeing as this is a c-section, but not graphic enough to warrant a read more (also I seem to have issues with people not being able to open it later??? wtf tumblr)


The pain was something she had expected, yet was surprised at as another contraction began. She nearly whimpered, huffing patiently as she could while waiting it out. Beside her, Gajeel hovered, his large hand combing through her sweaty hair while murmuring comforting words in her ear. On the other side, Wendy sat with one hand on her shoulder while the other grasped her hand, squeezing gently.  

“It’ll be over soon, just hang in there,” she said reassuringly, but whether it was to her, or to the overly protective dragon slayer, she couldn’t tell. Most likely it was for both of them, but she appreciated it nonetheless.  

She inhaled deeply, feeling the contraction pass. She could feel other things now, things she didn’t want to think about and definitely didn’t want to see. She knew Gajeel was in the same boat, burying his face in her hair despite how gross it was. Listening to it must’ve been torture for him, let alone anything else his hyper sensitive senses picked up. It was a wonder he was staying in one place, but she was grateful for his steadiness as there was a sudden emptiness in her belly.  

“Almost there, Levy,” Wendy crooned, stroking her forehead.  

“The first one is a girl,” came Porlyusica’s voice, gruff yet tender. Anything else she was about to say was cut off by a small voice beginning to squall, followed by another tiny voice. Gajeel rumbled in her hair, no doubt overcome by a fierce joy. There was no stopping the tears of joy as she sobbed, sharing in what words couldn’t describe. As the doctor’s began to close her up, she could feel the first vestiges of impatience seep in, and she nearly growled for the doctors to hurry so she could meet her babies. It was an entirely Gajeel thing, and she nearly laughed in hysterics at the thought.  

Well, it wasn’t the only thing he gave her, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.  

Rules of Beautiful


Description: Bucky is hesitant to hurt you but can’t resist how strong his feelings are for you, no matter what

A/N: “ принцесса”= princess

“принцесса,” he whispered, with only a hint of strain in his voice. You were draped over his lap, half watching the TV screen and half dozing off, trying to appease Bucky and watch one of the shows he liked.

“Yeah?”, you croaked sleepily.

“You’re so-”

“Can I-”

He spoke in fragmented sentences and was breathing very hard in between them. You had to crane your neck around to see his face, which was a bit frantic. His metal hand was hovering just over your back, and you could tell he was having a minor relapse and was too scared to touch you. As slowly as you could without rushing just to feel his body contact yours, you reached back and guided his hand to the small of your back. When his fingertips touched your warm skin, he let out a short breath and the harshness of his face melted away. With a smile, you put your head back on the couch and shut your eyelids, their weight tempting you to sleep.

Bucky’s touch was gentle even though you could tell he was holding back, too scared to hurt you. Your stomach was on his lap and your waist so close to his, but he held back, making sure there was always a space of at least two inches between you. His right hand delicately touched your back but his left stayed on the top of the couch, gripping the fabric in an effort of self restraint. The one hand that was touching you moved in a pattern across your back from left to right, though it took you a while to figure out that he was writing something, probably not in English.

“What are you writing?”

“Oh,” he laughed, sounding a bit embarrassed. “Didn’t think you’d notice. Just something in Russian.”

“Could you read it to me?”

“You won’t understand it though.”

“I know,” you said, biting your lip. “But then if it was something you didn’t want me to know, you don’t have to worry about me finding out.”

Bucky reached down and brushed the hair away from your neck, pressing a chaste kiss and whispering a (fine) in your ear.

“Правила, как они есть, упускать из виду свое сердце, но мы получили историю, что глубже, чем эти шрамы. Ох, и я возьму все это, все ваши секреты и недостатки. Вы делаете историю, будучи тем, кто вы есть. Ты принцесса, ты королева. Вам не нужно более тонкие вещи, но я куплю тебе бриллиантовые кольца только потому, что. Потому что вы нарушаете правила красиво, так что остаться со мной на минуту больше. Нет необходимости, чтобы исправить то, что красиво, ты не красивая.”

You sat up and put an arm around Bucky, desperately wanting to kiss him. He let you, but hardly responded, barely moving his lips with yours.

“You know I love it when you speak Russian. You sound so handsome, and hot. What’s wrong?”

Bucky hesitated, looking just over the top of your head so that he didn’t have to make eye contact. Thankfully, the fog that seemed to be clouding his mind cleared immediately when he blinked. His eyes cleared and looked down at you, causing him to break out in an idiotic smile. He pounced on top of you, and when you fell with your back in the couch cushions he climbed on top of you and kissed you back, this time with purpose and adoration. When you stopped to catch your breath from his fervor, Bucky took you in both of his arms and nudged his head between your neck and shoulder.

“Wish you could speak Russian,” he mumbled into your shoulder, his voice vibrating through your body and giving you goosebumps. “Because I really want you to know what I just said.”

“Why won’t you tell me in a language I can understand, then?”

Bucky let out a short, breathy laugh, and then slowly lowered his face to meet yours. Instead of using his normal hand, he brought his right hand up and cupped the side of your chin. You let him take his time examining your features, cast over in shadows by this time, when the only light came from the kitchen meters away.

“A language you can understand, huh?” You nodded, even though you knew Bucky had a plan. And he did. All of the weight of his hips transferred from his knees to your body, pinning you down to the couch even more than you had been before. Your hands found their way around his back and held on tightly, but Bucky still knew that he was in control. All of the pressure of his body on top of yours created a space of intense heat around your face, and you grew just a bit impatient. Bucky was still staring down at you, his eyes the only gentle or light part of him in that moment. The tension increased so much that you were ready to reach up and kiss him, completely overwhelmed from the way his touch made your heart beat, but Bucky gave in first, letting his head fall to your chest. Even with the slight break, the language unspoken had taken its toll on the both of you. He took a deep breath and looked back to you.

“You are so beautiful, принцесса, that’s what I said.”

“There was much more to it, Barnes, and you’d better not be keeping it from me.”

“I could tell you, but I’d much rather just kiss you again.”

*I don’t know if this is absolutely terrible or if it’s okay…… there may be a part 2, let me know if anyone wants that…..



RoadRat prompt : Mako sees what’s under the mask of hayseed

The mystery of Hayseed’s mask was a very personal subject for the haunted scarecrow, so Mako made sure to avoid prodding after asking about it the first time. Despite his insatiable curiosity, the farmer had to continuously remind himself that it was not his place. It was especially important to remember whenever they’d get into their regular touchy-feely moments, where he’d find his fingers unconsciously trailing around the hem cinched around the scarecrow’s leather neck.

“You’re doin’ the thing again, luv.”

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