you know how there are moonbeam girls? the soft ones with curves and a smile that makes everything feel safe. the ones you could hug all day and be warm forever. the ones who have those eyes that feel like coming home and a voice like a warm cup of tea and a blanket
and the sunshine girls? the ones who know themselves inside and out and are just comfortable in their own skin and make you feel wanted and beautiful because them even looking at you makes you feel special because they’re so amazing and how could someone that radiant even exist
and then the stardust girls? they’re just so ethereal and every way they move makes the world a little more brilliant and everything they do is perfect and makes you gasp because they’re too good for this world and they can’t possibly be human and there’s just so much in their mind and all you want is to climb inside and revel at their brilliance
and the galaxy girls? their laughter is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and when you make eye contact and they start to come towards you it’s like you finally know where you belong and they’re colorful and amazing and god how are they even here
and the sunset girls? all you really want is for them to hold you and sing to you and tell you stories because they have so much art in their souls aching to come out and all you want is to see them shine like you know they can because the world doesn’t deserve to see their creativity but god does it need to
Warnings: Body shaming, derogatory terms directed toward a plus-sized reader, drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, smut, nsfw
Author’s Notes: Written for two challenges: @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge. My drink was Glenfiddich Scotch and my prompt was “What is everyone staring at?!” and @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge. My song was Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean. Thank you to @feelmyroarrrr for the amazing idea. This wouldn’t have been possible without my bestie, @mamapeterson and her support, encouragement and words. Love you, T.
Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?
Bucky snapped his fingers in front
of your eyes, calling out your name. After what seemed like hours, you blinked
and looked up at him, your face crestfallen. He slowed down the car
significantly as he leaned over to you, to try to see your screen.
You shook your head and brought the
phone to your chest. “No.”
“What’s wrong with you? What did
Before you could answer, Nat’s
screeching voice tore through the device’s speaker and you startled, bringing
it up to your ear.
“Did you see it? Oh, my God! Did
you see the freakin’ picture?”
WARNING(S) Okay I have only one thing to say… don’t drive and get’s fingered by your boyfriend at the same time! Reference of fingering. / not edited \
IMAGINE ABOUT: When you and your boi go on a interesting ride.
Archie reached across the table and laced the fingers on our right hand together, igniting that familiar warmth. A half-smile bloomed on Achie’s lips as he glanced at my neck for a moment before he glanced at my neck for a moment before meeting my gaze. He did that a lot–stared at the hickey he gave me. And every time he did, this look would flash in his eyes just for a second, like he was overwhelmed with what it meant.
“Have I ever told you just how much I like you?”
My own lips tugged upwards. “Not nearly enogh.”
He lifted our intertwined hands and pressed a kiss against my fingers, turning the flame that sizzled between us into a forest fire which burned pleasantly alond my veins. “I really, really like you, Y/N. Like, a lot.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
Archie chuckled, his dimple teasing me. “Your pride’s going tto end up killing you one day.”
I stuck my tongue out in response. And then. “Are you finished your milkshake? Or do you want to sit here all day and discuss more of your deepest, darkest secrets? The lunch menu did look pretty tempting…”
Every day this week we had gone out for either breakfast, lunch or dinner, but never two in one. Archie would stroll into whatever room or class I was in all casual, and tell me to get ready, or tell me we were leaving. It had become a thing. Having lunch here would definitely break some kind of rule, and I personally liked the little routine we had going.
After paying the bill, Archnie and I exited the dinner and climbed inside his car. It wasn’t until we were ten minutes into the ride, singing along to the radio that I noticed we weren’t taking the usual route home.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not the line,” Archie replied, grinning.
“Yeah, well, I’m free styling,” I dead-panned, turning down the radio. “And you’re deflecting.”
He chuckled. “We’re going nowhere, babe.”
“Archie,” I groaned
“Y/N,” he mimicked
“Come on, for all I know you could be taking me to a slaughterhouse where I finally meet my end.”
The sound of Archie’s laughter filled the car. “A slaughterhouse? Seriously, where do you came up with this stuff? I’m going to start writting them down.”
“Okay, so maybe I watch a lot of horror movies. Sue me.”
“Yeah, don’t I know it.”
Okay, and perhaps I had talked Archie into watching one or two horror movies with me, and it was very possible the he wasn’t the biggest fan of the genre. But in my defence, Veronica had forced Titanic on Betty and I three times in one week, and I fugured it was as good a way as any to replace the heartbreaking imagine of Leonardo DiCaprio sinking at the bottom of the ocea.
There was totally enogh space on that door, contrary to Betty’s beliefs.
“I take that a s no, then?” I said
Archie rolled his eyes. “You’re relentless. We relly are going nowhere, Y/N. I just feel like driving arond for a while.”
“And why’s that?” I asked, not buying it.
“Because I want you all to myself for a little longer before we have to go back home when privacy is a luxury the universe clearly doesn’t think we deserve.”
A small smile toyed on the end of my mouth. “Okay,” I said, just like that. “You win. But if we’re just going to be driving around—”
My mouth fell open at Archie’s abrupt interruption. “You don’t even know what I was going to say!”
He rolled his eyes. “No, you can’t drive my car. Is that better?”
So maybe I had asked Archie a few dozen times if he would let me drive, and maybe his answer was the same every time. And maybe I had stupidly told him about the incident with mymother’s car back in April. But I hadn’t sat behind the wheel of a car, much less driven one, since I’d got here. And with Riverdale territory, I was craving speed.
Luckily for me, we reached a red light, so like the evil enchantress I was turning out to me, I leaned over and closer the gap between Archie and I. Resting one hand on his thigh, I whispered, “Please?” in his ear.
Archie cleared his throat. “No.”
Slowly, I dragged my fingers along the inside of his thigh, causing him o grip the steering wheel that little bit tighter. Then I pressed a kiss against the sensitive spot under his jaw, and when my tongue flicked out, tasting his warm skin, I knew I had him.
“Mmm?” I hummed as I kissed along his neck, feeling his pulse vibrate against me.
“You’re going to make me crash.” he said breathily, and I realised het the light must have turned green. When my tongue glided across his senstive spot again, Archie surrendered. “Fuck.Okay.”
Just like that, I pulled away, settling back into my seat. “See, that wasn’t too hard, was it” I said, all casual, as if my pulse wasn’t fluttering out of control ass well.
I was so going to Hell.
Archie turned into an empty-one way street and pulled over on the side before pushing his seat as far as it was build to go, taking off his seatbelt and then taking off mine.
“What are y—”
Archie efforlessly lifted me from my seat, as if I was a feather, ignoring my surprised squeal. And then he placed me between his muscular thigs, my back pressed against him and his hands holding my waist. Luckily for him, his choice of transport today had been his spacious Range Rover, which had enogh room in the driver’s seat for us both, considering the fact that I was plastered all over him.
I knew this was too good to be true.
“Come on, you didn’t really think I was going to let you behind the wheel of my car all by yourself, did you, babe?” Archie said, his deep voice vibrating against me. I could feel his heart beating wildly, a sign that he was still flustered.
I runed my head and glared at him, but his smut smirk only grew. “I’m not a child, Archie. This is ridiculous,” I huffed.
“I prefer the term compromise.” And then “Well, what are you waiting for? I thought you wanted to drive.”
“You’re such an ass.”
Still, I turned on the ignition and started driving, realising that Archie had purposefully choosen a desolate area where there was only a plethora of trees on both sides of the street. I could go as fast or as slow as I desired, and there was no way we were going to get pulled over for our very illegal seating arrangment.
I hadn’t really been paying much attention to the fact that I was sitting between Archie’s thigs with my ass and back pressed against him, or to the fact that his delicious scent was clinging to me, or even the fact that I could feel every breath he took. But when his hands moved from my waist to rest on top of my thighs, thanks to the mini denim skirt I was wearing, the realisation hit me like a ton of bricks and it became very hard to concentrate.
Archie much have noticed my grip tighten on the steering wheel. “What’s wrong?” he asked,, all sweet and casual.
Guess he was going to be joining me in Hell.
“Nothing,” I answered, speeding up a little bit. Yes, I thought. This was good. Go faster.
And then Archie spread my legs apart ever so slightly and pressed a soft kiss under my ear, and everything inside me liquified. Payback was a bitch.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathily, thankful that there we no cars or pedistrains lurking around because this was deifnition of dangerous, times a thousand.
Archie’s tongue and teeth glided sensationally across my neck, pausing only to kiss my hickey. “Concentrate on driving Y/N,” he said in a low voice, his fingers trailing like tiny snakes along my thigs, travelling higher and higher. Goosebumps scattered all over my skin.
“I can’t,” I rasped, leaning further against his solid chest. When I did, I felt that Archie was just as turned on as I was, and I knew then that I was definitely going to wrap this car around a tree.
“You can,” he whispered, continuing to rain kisess all over my neck and collarbone. When he pushed my skirt up, fingers brushing slowly–painfully fucking–slowly against my lace panties. I all but slammed my foot down on the brake.
Concentrate on driving, my ass.
Archie chuckled into my neck, the sound deep and husky, and doing my arousal absolutely no favours. “Park on the side of the street.”
I had never been so happy to follow one of Archie Andrew’s orders.
Once I had safely parked, Archie turned me around so that I was stradding him, my skirt now pushed all the way up to my hips. His lips immediately found mine in a surprisingly soft, slow kiss, turning my bones into honey. It was like Archie needed me to know that this was all him– that he was in complete control.
With our lips fused, I tugged the bottom of Archie’s henley, wanting to feel his skin and muscles in all their glory. We broke away for only a moment as he pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it on the passenger seat.
Thank God for tinted windows and empty streets.
And the hell with giving a damn.
My hands snaked across Archie’s chest–across his heart– over his broad shoulders and rested on his muscular back. When his hand went in between my legs and his fingertip instantly found the right spot, stroking slowly and gently, everything inside me imploded wonderfully.
“Archie..” I moaned his name like my favourite prayer, titling my head back in pleasure.
“Look at me,” Archie said, his deep voice coated in desire.
I did as told, meeting Archie’s beautiful eyes, and then I felt the urge to kiss the life out of him. His mouth curled upwards in a half-smirk and then his finger slipped inside me, causing me to cry out in euphoria.
“Oh, my God.”
“That’s not my name,” Archie said and I cold hear the wolfish grin in his voice as his fingers continued to caress and explore, sending a series of tremors down my entire body. Then he slipped another finger inside me and my nails clawed at his back, cluthing on for a dear life whilst his touch incinerated me.
“Open your eyes, love.”
I menaged to shake my head in response, unable to do anything other than gasp and moan waiting agonisingly for my release. This was pure heaven.
Archie used his other hand— the one that wasn’t totally destroying all my self-control– to gently pull my chin towards him so he could kiss me, and another tsunami of delight crashed oover me. “Please?” he asked softly, lips gazing mine.
My eyes fluttered open but they were hooded and I was so damn close to my release, I could feel the anticipation spreading all through my limbs. My nerves crackled and sputtered like sparklers before electicity surged through every atom in my body.
“You’re the prettiest fucking person I’ve ever seen,” Archie rasped, his expression one of awe and appreciation.
And then he finally granted me my release, and I exploded like a supernova, inadvertently dragging my nails alond Archie’s spine and digging then into his lower back as I cried out in pure, unadulterated exstasy. My lungs felt positively destroyed and I was sure my ribcage was going to shatter and splinter my organs, the sensation was that intense. I was left panting and most likely sweating as I leaned my head against Archie’s shoulder.
Holy fucking shit. Archie Andrews was a goddamn wizard.
I felt Archie raise his hand to his mouth and I knew, without even looking, that he was licking his fingers tasting me. “Perfect,” he mumbled. Then he pressed a kiss into my hair and let his hands go under my t-shirt, resting his palms on my lower back. I wrapped my arms around his neck: sitting like this, it felt something close to home.
“Sorry about your back. Think I drew blood,” I mumbled into his warm skin, though I had a suspicion that he actually liked it when I clawed his back.
I felt his laugh before I head it. “It’s okay. Sorry in advance about your sore throat,” he teased. It was his fault for being so damnn good with his hands/
I lifted my head from his shoulder to stick my tongue out but stopped short when I was the look of absolute, unwavering devotion in his eyes, and the lazy smile on his face. He was the picture of serenity. So, instead, I kissed his chest, then his collarbone, his neck and then his jaw, which I felt clench.
“Y/N,” Archie said. “I really, really don’t want our first time to be in a car.”
I smiled and pressed a final kiss against his cheek before looking at him.
“That’s good,” I replied. Neither did I.
“I’m not a saint, though.”
This time I laughed. “No shit?”
“You’re terrible,” Archie responded. “And I’m being serious. Any self-control I had left is hanging by a thread.
“If I’m not mistaken, you were the one who hive me a nuclear orgasm. I was merely an innocent bystander.”
Archie grinned, dimples and all. “Nuclear, huh?”
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”
He chuckled. “Y/N Y/L/N, if I didn’t know you any better I’d say I just rocked your world. And it’s barely even midday.:
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Next time. I’ll do the honours.”
Archie shook his head and looked up, like he was hoping the roof would open and then the sky would split in half and God would hand him some of that self-control he wanted to bad. “Our first time is not going to be in a car,” he told himself.
I tried not to laugh. “You said that already,”
“It’s not,” he insisted, and then groaned when I kissed the senstive spot under his jaw. Purgatory was completely out in the question for me.
“What were you saying again?”
And then In a flash, I was off Archie’s lap and sitting in the passenger seat, and he was wearing his henley again. I was laghing so hard whilst I put on my seatbelt. I thought I was going to run out of the little oxygen I had left in my lungs.
“You,” Archie sad, out of breath, as he turned the car on, “Babe, are you sorceress.”
Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?
A/N: Next part is the end :D Enjoy, guys! Sorry about Tony, btw.
The drive to Tony’s place was
nerve-wracking, your hands sweating a great deal, forcing you to rub your palms
down your thighs various times. You raised the volume of your radio until you
couldn’t hear yourself think, but still managed to imagine how seeing Tony face
to face would go.
You knew he was mad. You had never
seen him so mad. Tony was impulsive, he was full of wit and took everything to
heart. That’s what you loved about him. He took life by the horns and went with
it. And yet, you had been pulled in by Bucky’s playful demeanor, his caring
persona and gentle nature. They were a stark contrast to one another, but
similar in more ways than you had initially thought.
Pulling up to his house, you
groaned as you saw that his car was parked on the driveway. You had hoped he
wasn’t home so that way you could have an excuse and just avoid any
Our leadership hit the road to visit our commercial partners Lockheed Martin,
Sierra Nevada Corp. and Ball Aerospace in Colorado. They were able to
check the status of flight hardware, mission operations and even test virtual reality simulations that help these companies build
Let’s take a look at all the cool technology
they got to see…
Lockheed Martin is the prime contractor building our Orion crew vehicle, the only spacecraft designed to take humans into deep space farther than they’ve ever gone before.
Acting NASA Deputy Administrator Lesa Roe and Acting NASA Administrator Robert Lightfoot are seen inside the CHIL…the
Collaborative Human Immersive Laboratory at Lockheed Martin Space Systems in
Littleton, Colo. Lockheed Martin’s CHIL enables collaboration between spacecraft
design and manufacturing teams before physically producing hardware.
Cool shades! The ability to visualize
engineering designs in virtual reality offers tremendous savings in time and
money compared to using physical prototypes. Technicians can practice how to assemble and install components, the shop floor can validate tooling and work platform designs, and engineers can visualize performance characteristics like thermal, stress and aerodynamics, just like they are looking at the real thing.
This heat shield, which was used as a test
article for the Mars Curiosity Rover, will now be
used as the flight heat shield for the Mars 2020 rover mission.
Fun fact: Lockheed Martin has built every
Mars heat shield and aeroshell for us since the Viking missions in 1976.
Here you can see Lockheed Martin’s Mission
Support Area. Engineers in this room support six of our robotic planetary
spacecraft: Mars Odyssey, Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter, MAVEN, Juno, OSIRIS-REx
and Spitzer, which recently revealed the first known system of seven Earth-size planets around a single star, TRAPPIST-1. They work with NASA centers and the mission science teams to
develop and send commands and monitor the health of the spacecraft.
See all the pictures from the Lockheed Martin visit HERE.
Sierra Nevada Corporation
Next, Lightfoot and Roe went to Sierra Nevada Corporation
in Louisville, Colo. to get an update about its Dream Chaser vehicle. This
spacecraft will take cargo to and from the International Space
Station as part of our commercial cargo program.
Here, Sierra Nevada Corporation’s Vice President of Space Exploration Systems Steve Lindsey (who is also a former test pilot and astronaut!) speaks with Lightfoot and Roe about the Dream Chaser Space System simulator.
Lightfoot climbed inside the Dream Chaser simulator where he “flew” the crew version of the spacecraft to a safe landing. This mock-up facility enables approach-and-landing simulations as well as other real-life situations.
See all the images from the Sierra Nevada visit HERE.
Lightfoot and Roe went over to Ball Aerospace to tour its facility. Ball is another one of our commercial aerospace partners and helps builds instruments that are on NASA spacecraft throughout the universe, including the Hubble Space Telescope and the New Horizons mission to Pluto. Ball designed and built the advanced optical technology and lightweight mirror system that will enable the James Webb Space Telescope to look 13.5 billion years back in time.
Looking into the clean room at Ball Aerospace’s
facility in Boulder, Colo., the team can see the Ozone Mapping Profiler Suite. These sensors are used on spacecraft to track ozone measurements.
Here, the group stands in front of a thermal
vacuum chamber used to test satellite optics. The Operation Land Imager-2 is being built for Landsat
9, a collaboration between NASA and the U.S. Geological Survey that will
continue the Landsat Program’s 40-year data record monitoring the Earth’s
landscapes from space.
See all the pictures from the Ball Aerospace visit HERE.
We recently marked a decade since a new era began in commercial spaceflight development for low-Earth orbit transportation. We inked agreements in 2006 to develop rockets and spacecraft capable of carrying cargo such as experiments and supplies to and from the International Space Station. Learn more about commercial space HERE.
Growing up in a hunter’s family was nowhere close to being a
normal life. Sure, you lived in a community, but it was filled with hunter’s
and their families. While you were learning your ABC’s and 123’s, you were also
learning about the different types of monster’s and how to kill them. School
was not a place to socialize. There was no such thing as friends, and you never
even dreamed of having a boyfriend. It was a strict life, one filled with rules
and death followed you everywhere.
It was a different life. Many would call it child abuse, and
in some instances, you could see where that would be true. Yours might not have
been perfect, but your parents cared for you.
Being a hunter, there was a certain community, a certain way of life
that didn’t make it easy to bring in strangers to the life. That’s why,
starting in the early 1900’s, hunters started arranging marriages. With at
least five different hunting communities country wide, it was the safest and
wisest way to make sure that the hunter’s legacy continued.