I’ve seen a lot of these about how humans will cause serious harm to themselves, even cutting off pieces of themselves if trapped.
But, what about the first time a naive alien race encounters all the on purpose stuff humans do to their bodies for no logical reason other that “i like it”
Aliens know about injecting pigments into human skin for aesthetics, and that was weird. What rational species would willingly do that to themselves? But, they got through that and everything was fine.
But one day, this really really strange specimen of an human came on board.
This on had horns under it’s skin on it’s head, and it’s earlobes we’re punctured and discs the were in the holes… and these aren’t biological replacements, these discs were large and made of fibrous matter later identified as “exotic wood”
But the horns… the aliens are dumbfounded.
Some alien species grow horns, of course, but no one had ever seen a human with such appendages.
And they were tiny, so small as to have not even broken through the skin yet for the bone material to show.
Was this human only just beginning it’s maturation cycle?
What about the other humans without horns? Will they grow horns?
Are the horns part of a reproductive cycle, and would they be subject to the same will to have sex organs covered as most other human have?
Finally, an alien who had spent like enough time with humans to have learned the idea of ‘asking a hard question’ greets this new human and inquires about these horns.
“Oh yeah, man… my implants… I had them installed a year ago”
“Yeah, they’re just silicone. Not real horns, I just wanted to look like I have horns, so I found a guy that cut my head open and put them in”
*agahst* “you had another human cut into your head and insert a foreign object into it simply because you wanted to look different?”
“Yep, pretty much”
“Just wait until I tell you about that time I was pierced by large hooks in my back and hung on then to swing around and have fun. That’s a great story, wanna see the scars”
Three surrounding aliens faint, and one runs back to the captain screaming in terror that they had found the Alpha-Reckless Human….
Request: If your doing requests I have a Steve thing that came into mind. It’s pretty much just smut, inspired by lyrics from the song ‘tied down - James young’. Specifically “So please can I be selfish with your body, cause I don’t think I can share you with nobody” and “When I have you, I’m gonna brand you with my lips, so all of the world will know that your mine now”. -however you want it is fine with me :) -also sorry for bothering you :E I just couldn’t resist
A/N: Smut warning. I also haven’t had the chance to edit I’m sorry
“Y/N!” You ignored Steve yelling at you through the earpiece. Grabbing the gun off one of the Hydra agents, you checked to make sure there were enough bullets to get through the next hallway. Four bullets.
“Y/N there are too many agents in that room, forget the extra intel we got what we needed,” Steve spoke through sternly again. You ignored him once again, holding the gun up, finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any given moment.
“Sorry Cap, we can’t just walk away when we know there’s more information that we could use.” You whispered through the earpiece. You rounded the corner, gun aimed high, shooting once, effectively taking out two Hydra agents that were rounding the corner together. One would think not to walk right behind the other.
“Y/N. Get out of there and start heading for the Quinjet. Now.” You rolled your eyes. You continued making turned until you found the door that led to the information you were looking for. You jiggled the doorknob, hoping that there was a small chance that it wasn’t going to be locked. You backed away from the door, contemplating whether or not you were going to shoot the lock and fight however many people were in there with two bullets or walk away like you were told. You raised your gun, thinking to hell with it, before shooting the lock once and kicking the door open, gun still raised. To your surprise, the room was empty. You rushed to one of the computers, inserting a flash drive before hurriedly tapping away on the computer.
“I thought I told you to go to the Quinjet.” You turned around, holding the gun up out of instinct, caught off guard by how quiet Steve had been. There were deep frown lines on the edges of his mouth, his usual bright baby blues that typically reminded you of the sky on a sunny day were now a dark navy blue that reminded you of the deepest edges of the ocean. You swallowed, the tension in the room growing thick. Your heartbeat rose, waiting for him to yell at you. You watched as he tightened and untightened his jaw, something you know he did when he was annoyed. His broad chest rose and fell so lightly that if you hadn’t been studying him so closely you would think that he wasn’t breathing. His hands were in fists, knuckles white that you could only imagine were from how hard he was digging his nails into his palm. You didn’t know what to say.
You heard the computer beeping, you turned your attention from the very angry looking super soldier to the Hydra computer. You read the big green letters that popped on the screen.
You let yourself smile a little bit, ejecting the flash drive before turning around to face Steve again. His eyes kept burning holes into you.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me or are we going to head back to the Quinjet?” You asked, praying to whoever was listening that didn’t sound as snappy as it sounded. He turned around stalking out of the room cautiously.
You trailed behind him, looking behind you to see one agent rounding the corner. You raised your gun and shot them in the arms, not lethal but definitely enough to knock them out. You looked forward again, hearing grunts and punches landing. You rounded the corner, hoping that it wasn’t Steve who was receiving such painful sounding punches. You felt your body relax when he saw that he had taken out six agents. He may have been a good fighter but he wasn’t perfect. When he turned around he avoided eye contact, but you saw the gash on his right shoulder. He kicked his foot down, causing the shield to fly up and allowing his arm to grab it before ordering you to follow him.
You started to move but one of the agents that were lying on the ground cocked his gun and aimed it at you. You froze, staring at his bloodied mouth curl up, watching his finger move slowly towards the trigger before hearing him fire. You closed your eyes and flinched, waiting to feel the bullet pierce through your skin. You opened one eye, looking at the wall to your right and seeing a very familiar shield wedged into the wall. You looked over to where the agent was lying, seeing him shot dead. Steve was at the other end of the hallway, eyes trained on the agent, a gun pointed at the dead body. You let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding, tears pricking your eyes. You swallowed again, blinking away the tears. You grabbed the shield, following him out of the building.
You raced to get on the plane, feeling it begin to take off once the both of you were on it. Steve had his back to you. You looked down to see the shield in your hands. Your fingers traced over the scratch marks and a fresh bullet mark on it. The black spot was warm, it caused a cold shiver to travel up your spine, thinking about what could have happened if the shield wasn’t there. If Steve wasn’t there. You turned and started walking deeper into the plane, looking for Steve. You saw Natasha and Agent Hill by Tony who was flying the plane. You kept walking towards the emergency medical wing, spotting Steve going through the cabinets in the room. You knocked gently on the door, catching his attention. He opened the door, looking at you silently before his eyes trailed to his shield. You handed him his beloved armor.
“Thank you.” You said quietly. You looked up at him again and saw that his fingers were tracing the same bullet mark that you were minutes ago.
“You’re not coming on our next mission.” He said harshly, catching you by surprise. You blinked a few times, processing the words that just came out of his mouth.
“What?” You asked, more to yourself than him.
“You’re off the next mission.” He turned around again, setting the shield down by the door, looking through the drawers.
“You can’t do that!” You argued, angry that he thought he could control you and tell you what to do. He ignored your protest, eyes scanning the labels on the many bottles he had taken out.
“I’m going on the next mission whether you liked it or not. There is no reason for me to be taken off of it.” At your words Steve snapped his head towards you, standing up to his full height.
“You’re off the next three missions.”
“You can’t do that!” You exclaimed again, throwing your hands up in anger.
“I just did.” He muttered, pushing past you. You followed behind him, refusing to let this go by.
LUCIFER’S WINGS ARE BACK ON THE ALL-NEW SEASON PREMIERE OF “LUCIFER” MONDAY, OCTOBER 2, ON FOX
Tom Welling (“Smallville”) Makes his Debut as Marcus Pierce Pej Vahdat (“Bones”) and Michael Gladis (“Mad Men”) Guest-Star
After a confused Lucifer wakes up in the middle of the desert with his wings back, he recruits the help of Chloe to help figure out what happened to him and why. Upon doing their own research, they come across a crime scene that could be tied to Lucifer’s kidnapping. When the Lancaster Police Department get involved, newcomer Lieutenant Marcus Pierce (Tom Welling) fails to make a great impression on everyone with his stern demeanor. The investigation goes awry when Lucifer finds himself in another compromising situation and something much darker is revealed in the all-new “They’re Back, Aren’t They?” Season Three premiere episode of LUCIFER airing Monday, Oct. 2 (8:00-9:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (L-301) (TV-14 D, L, V)
Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour. Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU Word Count: 7,692 Author’s Note: Now, I don’t want to give away too much of this chapter right off the bat, but I’m giving this chapter an ‘M’ rating for a reason.
A lot of things have changed in the past 2 years—you are the last person who would ever try to deny that.
For instance, you don’t know if Yoongi still likes caramel macchiato with his two shots of espresso, or if he still reaches out to cling for the nearest source of warmth while remaining on the brink of unconsciousness, or even if music is still the most important thing in his life. You don’t know if he can still record the lyrics floating around in his mind as easily as gathering strings of cotton candy, or if he hides his emotions underneath miles and miles of apathy. There’s a lot of things you no longer know about Yoongi. You’ve changed a lot in 2 years and it would be foolish and naive to assume that Yoongi had not.
But there’s one thing you know has not changed over the course of that time, and that was how naturally you could fold yourself into Yoongi’s touch, how his lips could still light all the nerves underneath your skin like fire, sparking you into life, and how readily you could feel yourself responding to him.
When Yoongi dives back into for another kiss, one that contains just as much passion, anger, remorse, and desperation as the first one, you can’t deny on returning the gesture with equal frenzy. He still does good in making your mind spin like a top, your sense of gravity severely distorted as you feel like you might topple over if you don’t grip onto the closest thing that just so happens to be the fabric of Yoongi’s t-shirt. The material is soft in between your fingers, clenching it to pull him closer and he doesn’t protest. The kiss is hard, teeth and tongue and shallow breathing as Yoongi grips the edges of the makeup counter behind you as a means to cage you in and keep himself grounded.
Guys during one of the songs Vic came over to our side and jumped on a box and did that thing guitar players do where they stomp while they play and head bang and when he did that I very enthusiastically head banged with him and he looked right at me and saw and then he smiled and head banged and stomped harder. It was a very spiritual moment.
You and Steve walked hand in hand down the street, enjoying
the cool breeze. You knew you had angered Bucky, but you didn’t care. You would
deal with him and his silly pride later. Right now, you wanted to enjoy your
time with Steve. He was charming and, quite literally, perfect.
“I’ve got a friend who wants to meet you,” Steve said.
“You told your friends about me?” A slight blush crept up his
cheeks, making you chuckle. “Relax, Cap. I’d love to meet your friends.”
He gave you the most beautiful
smile you’d ever seen. It made your stomach do a pleasant flip. You felt your
face heat and bashfully lowered your eyes.
“And here we have a
real-life Siren, ladies and gentlemen! Feast your eyes upon the witch of the
sea!” You could hear Pierce’s muffled yell from within your tank as the curtain
was pulled back and unveiled you to the audience. The harsh light caused you to
squint and hold up your hand, the reflection of the spotlight even more overbearing
due to the water surrounding you.
The rays reflected from
each scale that littered your limbs as you watched the expressions of those
crowding your dungeon-tank. Some were horrified, others intrigued. The
children observed you in wonder, lightly pressing their small hands to the
glass, as their parents scoffed with disgust. To them, you were either a
miracle or a curse and, at this point, you couldn’t even be sure as to which
one was correct.
“Ahh,” you saw the pink in Kwangseok’s cheeks as he looked beyond you at Minseok, processing the words he heard as he came through the door before looking back into your face with a tiny grimace on his handsome face.
“Have I made a mistake? It’s just–” He rubbed his hand over his neck and looked at his feet. His shoes were left behind at the door out of habit, “–you told me last night to just come in.”