we would be all melt down

bootsandbosons  asked:

Trying to explain Clint Barton to my friends who don't know marvel (apart from the MCU) proving difficult. Especially because the MCU gave him a wife, kids, and an honest to god farm. Any recommendations on how to describe my favorite character? (So far all of my attempts either lead to rambling about ceiling vents and the circus or hysterical laughing because "successful long term relationship" and "Clint Barton" are in the same sentence. Unsurprisingly this just leads to more confusion.)

Well, the problem begins (as problems often do) with comics.

See, comics are a sort of ‘soap opera with capes and tights.’  Comics are ‘fanfic but written by mostly straight white guys who are chosen by other straight white guys.’  Comics are a never ending arms race of suffering, and that’s the problem.

So it’s hard to pin down a character.  Because it’s not one character.

Every writer wants to make their mark.  They want THEIR version of the character to be the one that people point to and say, “THIS.  THIS is the quintessential Hawkeye.  THIS is the reason I love Hawkeye.”

Because they’re not going to write the character forever.  That’s comics.  There’s always someone right behind them, nipping at their heels, someone who wants nothing more, in most cases, then to sweep their careful work aside and make THEIR mark on the character.

There’s not much you can do to stop that from happening.  You can write a really good book, you can be clever and creative and still not hit the readership the right way.  You can write A GOOD BOOK and you’ll still end up in the trash heap of the 25 cent bin, because the promotion team or the movie schedule or the competitor’s event cycle screwed you over.

It’s much easier to make a lot of noise.  To be remembered, rather than beloved.  To get people tweeting and talking and protesting and fighting, because that means when you tossed off this book, there’ll be another one waiting for you.

Don’t believe me?  I mean, someone keeps giving Nick Spencer new books.  (shrug)

So there is no one Hawkeye.  The Hawkeye of the early West Coast Avengers has little in common with the Hawkeye of Fraction and Aja’s solo book run.  The Hawkeye of the most recent Secret Avengers by Ales Kot would be unrecognizable to the Hawkeye of the Ultimates verse.  Movieverse Hawkeye is almost a mirror image of Hawkeye of Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

When you love a character, the question is, which one?  Because even if you take fandom interpretation and fanon out of the equation, there’s a lot of them to choose from.  And while canon feeds fanon, fanon bleeds back into canon.

Describing the character you love takes some effort, some cherrypicking.

For me, it’s this:

On the surface, he’s ordinary.  And his awareness of his ordinariness is part of what makes him so extraordinary.  He’s raised himself to his current position by sheer force of will and a refusal to stop.  He’s bullheaded and snarky and has a chip on his shoulder the size of the island of Manhattan.  He’s not as stupid as he thinks he is, and he’s not as good as he believes he is, and both of those facts are a little heartbreaking.

He’s a man who destroyed his own hearing, because he knew if he didn’t, he was going to hurt someone he loved.  He’s also a man who entered canon trying to rob Tony Stark, which was universally regarded as a very bad idea, since that’s how a lot of people end up dead.

He’s not a god or a genius or a super soldier.   He is a man who looked at the end of the world, and said, fuck you, I’ve got a COUPLE OF STICKS AND A PIECE OF STRING and I’m still going to KICK YOUR ASS.  There is something comforting about that, for most people.  

We want to believe, after all, that if push came to shove, if things got bad, then we would stand up.  With all the risk, and all the fear, and a very good chance that we would not win, we want to believe, that we would still stand.

So all the other stuff, the ragged ends and the bad choices, the stupid plots and the OOC moments, the embarrassing contradictions in canon and the writers who can’t figure him out or don’t want to bother trying, it melts down to one truth at the core of his character, every time.

He is a man that doesn’t feel too different from you or me.  And he stands.  He makes bad choices, he screws people over, he ruins relationships and cheats on partners and girlfriends, he does stupid, stupid things, because this is a soap opera, and half the writers don’t remember what the last one did and the other half don’t care.

For all the parts of him I don’t like, he’s still my favorite.  Because he shouldn’t be there.  He has no place there.  He’s outgunned and outflanked.  Everyone around him is smarter than him, better trained than him, better equipped than him.

And still he stands.  With a bow.  He stands.

And says, come at me, bro.

Well, Shit. (A Voltron Fanficiton)

You remember when I said I can’t write fanficiton for shit? Well here we go! My best attempt! If you like it please let me know! I’m working on Chapter 2! Takes place after season 2, after finding Shiro (because Shiro will come back I will not accept anything else omg). 

CHAPTER 2 IS NOW HERE: http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/156953215941/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficiton-chapter-2

AND SO IS CHAPTER 3:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157047198811/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-3

ALSO CHAPTER 4:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157157013206/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-4

AND CHAPTER 5:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157254073496/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-5

AND CHAPTER 6:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157296304031/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-6

AND CHAPTER 7!

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157378879001/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-7

CHAPTER 8:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157547824756/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-8

CHAPTER 9:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157710839871/well-shit-a-voltron-fanfiction-chapter-9

CHAPTER 10:

http://violaswimmer.tumblr.com/post/157841715481/well-shit-a-voltron-fanficition-chapter-10

ALSO YOU CAN READ THE WHOLE SERIES ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10025633

Lance and the Voltron Team go on a mission that goes horribly wrong. Lance is left behind to be interrogated by the mysterious Galra Prince Lotor. The team must rush to get him back at all costs. 


Chapter 1: Well, Great.

Lance awoke to the same face he had been seeing for a while now. That’s the thing about space, it’s hard to tell the time. But this Prince Lotor guy was making it even harder since he didn’t let Lance sleep more than an hour at a time, well he hoped it was an hour.

Team Voltron had been floating across the galaxy and found a distress beacon from a nearby planet. When they landed Allura asked the people what was wrong since they seemed pretty peachy for apparently being under distress. They lead the Voltron team to these large trees, like huge, way bigger than Earth’s trees. They entered a kind of makeshift elevator and when they reached the top they saw the problem.

A huge Galra ship hanging in the sky above them. No movement, nothing firing, just sitting there in the atmosphere above the planet. Obviously the people had panicked, sounded the distress beacon but the ship hadn’t done anything for a full week. The ship was making the people nervous so they left the beacon on hoping someone would come help them.

It was weird. Really weird. So of course they had to check it out. Team Voltron. Wooh. Anyway so eventually they went back to the castle. Allura and Coran did every scan they thought of and well they found no signs of life. Also weird. But they couldn’t destroy the ship, not from the castle. The shields were still up and they had to be disabled. So someone, namely Pidge had to get on the ship, disable the shield and get out so the castle could blast it out of the sky. Simple.

First of all Lance was the only one to think that maybe this wasn’t a great idea. Everyone else was convinced the scans worked, that no one was on the ship. Of course they went in still on alert but you know, things never go well for the paladin in blue. So Pidge was escorted by Lance and Keith while Hunk and Shiro waited with the castle just in case.

They entered the ship no problem. Not a big deal. Even got to the control panel without a hitch. But as soon as Pidge so much as touched the console things went to shit, real quick. When Pidge touched the console it set off some sort of alarm, out of nowhere Lance heard guards gathering outside the control room door. He and Keith readied their bayards then the comms went nuts. Shiro, Hunk and the castle had been surrounded by a Galra fleet. There was no escape. It had been a trap.

So Lance made a decision and a dangerous one. Without thinking he grabbed Keith and Pidge by the back of their uniforms and threw them over the edge of the control board, down a long drop where a vent lead to the outside of the ship. Pidge made a surprise squeak with Keith yelling Lance’s name. Lance turned and began to fire on the Galra soldiers. He knew what he had to do.

“I’m gonna blow the ship. Get as far away as you can, wormhole out if you have to!” He shouted over the comms.

There was muffled sounds of protest from Shiro and Hunk before the comms went dead completely. Great now they couldn’t communicate. The guards were piling through the door like mice escaping a hole. He had to hope that by now Pidge and Keith had made it far enough away, he couldn’t hold them any longer. So he turned his back, taking what cover he could from the tons of fire. He aimed at the crystal in front of him. He needed to break it. So he looked where he could fire. Where the crystal attached, he’s sure he can hit it. He aims, a shot from one of the guards hits him in the shoulder. Doesn’t matter. He breathes and fires. The shot hit sure and true and the crystal began to crack, sparks coming from it. Lance jumped into the cavern, going down the shaft to the vent. The crystal explodes.


Lance can’t hear anything, the explosion must have blown an ear drum. His back feels hot, spinning out of control into open air, jet pack not functioning. Great. Blue isn’t near enough to get to him. He had no idea how the castle was if everyone was okay. But the g-forces were causing his head to spin and he began to lose consciousness. His last thought was, I hope everyone gets out okay. Lance’s vision goes black as he continues to tumble towards the planet’s surface.


Everyone sees it, they hear it too. Keith and Pidge managed to get back to the castle in one piece right before the whole ship goes up. The explosion would have been spectacular if it wasn’t so frightening. Hunk and Shiro stopped fight just of a moment in sheer horror as the whole ship explodes. Lance was on that ship.

But the explosion works. The fleet takes damage, the explosion bigger than usual since they were fighting in the atmosphere rather than space. It takes out several ships. They have a chance to escape.

But everyone is frozen. Until they see it. A tiny figure tail spinning out of control in a blue and white suit.

“Lance!” Shiro shouts, trying to get to him before he hits the surface. But enemies were replacing the destroyed ones and he couldn’t get there in time.

Suddenly the ship that had hung back for the entire battle did something none of them expected. It sent out a beam of purple light and shined it on Lance’s out of control form. Lance’s body went limp, still and then slowly began to drag him toward the Galra ship.

Keith yelled, “They’re taking him!”

“We have to get him!” Pidge insisted. She hated the way he was limp, was he unconscious or worse?

They rushed to go get their lions. But Allura’s voice stopped them.

“YOU CANNOT!” She shouted.

Everyone paused even Shiro and Hunk who were still fighting outside the castle but they heard it over the comms. They had never heard Allura scream like that.

“We must wormhole out, we cannot win this fight.” She said this time barely a whisper.

There was a stunned silence before Keith of all people shouted.

“That’s LANCE out there! He just risked his life to give us a chance! We can’t abandon him!” Keith said, outraged.

Allura took in a breath.

“That is exactly why we need to go. Now. Lance bought us time. We can’t waste it.” She turned to them, tears in her eyes. Keith’s rage quickly melted.

“We will come back for him. We will find him and bring him home. However we need to be alive to do that. I’m certain we would not survive an assault on that ship. We must leave. Now.” Allura said tears streaking down her cheeks.

She wiped them the best she could and went to the comms telling Hunk and Shiro to come back. They were going to wormhole out. Reluctantly they came back, looking pale and worried. The ship made the wormhole, leaving the Galra and Lance behind.


Lance’s head felt heavy. His back felt worse, dry and stinging. He was being suspended against a wall. Arms, legs and torso bound by heavy thick clamps on the walls. Everything hurt. He slowly raised his head, moving it seemed to make it worse but he needed to see where he was. He knew he wasn’t in the castle but where exactly was he?

He blinked his eyes. Realizing quickly that one was having trouble seeing, which is a great thing to add to his ever growing list of problems. The room was dark with metal floors, walls and ceiling. Purple lights lined the walls in a linear pattern. He recognized that purple anywhere. He was on a Galra ship. Great.

He spent time looking over his injuries. He took a shot to the shoulder, he remembered that. But the rest must have been from the explosion or the free fall. His back was burnt, realizing the sensation. His left eye couldn’t see very well, vision was dark and tinted red. He could feel a cut over his eyebrow pulsing and swollen. His jaw felt fat and burned. The clamps were holding him to the wall a bit too tight and it seemed hard to draw a good breath. What a mess.

Soon the door flew open, showering the room in purple light. A tall man stepped in, long white hair and purple skin. Yellow almost glowing eyes looked at Lance with an interest that made his skin crawl. He was wearing armor, fancy armor. This guy was definitely in charge. Lance smirked, confidence couldn’t fail him now.

“Who are you? Zarkon’s replacement?” Lance asked, smug

The man took a moment and smiled.

“Yes, something like that.” He confirmed.

Lance was a little stunned, he honestly hadn’t expected him to answer.

“What, really?!” Lance asked, shocked.

The man smiled.

“My name is Prince Lotor, I am Zarkon’s son.” He took a step forward, examining Lance a little closer.

Once satisfied with being a creep he backed off.

”I must inform you that your fellow paladins have abandoned you.” Lotor said.

Lance breathed a small breath of relief. So they did get out. Good. That’s good, Lance thought although he couldn’t help the lump forming in his throat.

“Oh don’t worry, they’ll be back.” Lance said confidently.

Well he hoped anyway. Lotor paused and smile kept on his face.

“If that’s the case, how about we get started?”

Lance swallowed the lump was getting bigger. Two guards from the hallway came through the door.

“Bring it big ears.” Lance smirked.

Lotor’s face didn’t change, not even a twitch of anger. Now that Lance could see him up close, for a Galra he was pretty handsome. Nice hair. Although he seemed not all Galra. Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that but something about him read a little more of something else.

Lotor took a step closer, the guards following him closely as a flood of more people came into the room. Druids, that’s what their called. Cloaked with masks but the creepy witch lady wasn’t there which was a relief. But they shuffled in with metal floating boxes and began to take out what Lance had to guess was torture devices which wasn’t so great.

Lotor began to talk.

“You are the blue paladin of Voltron, riding the blue lion which also is a leg of Voltron. You were injured due to the explosion on the false ship over the planet of Neva. You escaped through a vent but the explosion was rather close to you. You were sent into the atmosphere were the gravity forced you unconscious. Our ship rescued you before you hit the planet. Once on board we treated some of your wounds so you did not die. But we left the majority that were not life threatening. Once you were brought aboard our ship the rest of the paladins used the explosion to escape us via wormhole.” Lotor smiled.

“This is the information we know. You see Zarkon was not one to share information with others. He unfortunately did not leave me any information about Voltron or its paladins. So I must gather the information myself.” He paused as a druid handed him something small and metallic.

The lump in Lance’s throat was growing bigger. He wanted to go home. He was scared. Terrified. But somewhere in the back of his mind which was flooded with terror rose something else. He remembered he protected the team. They were fine and were going to live for another day. Something in Lance clicked in place like a gear in his body was replaced with something stronger.

It didn’t matter. What happened to him didn’t matter. He must do everything he can to keep everyone safe. His emotions became steel and the breath that had been coming too quickly slowed. The fear was still there but that was natural the rest was made of unmoving steel.

Lance looked at Lotor his eyes narrowing and smirk plastered all over his face. He was not afraid.

“Why don’t you just get started then? Quit the chatter.” Lance snarled.

Lotor paused and blinked momentarily surprised. But then his smile grew across his face.

“Oh. I will have fun breaking you.”

So quick. Lance didn’t even register as Lotor took the small metal object and shoved it through Lance’s hand. Lance screamed.

The Way You Look Tonight

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: At a cast party, your favorite song starts playing and you ask your best friend Jensen if he’ll dance with you.

Word Count: 995

Warnings: this might give you a cavity, drunk!Jared, cursing

A/N: Written for @wayward-mirage‘s Rat Pack Challenge! Sorry it’s past the deadline, I really suck.


“You almost ready?” Jensen called from the living room as he buttoned up his cuff links. 

You hummed and stepped into the hallway, black heels clicking on hardwood floors. Jensen looked up from his task, his eyebrows shooting upward.

You look… amazing.” He coughed and stood, meeting you by the door.

He helped you into your jacket as you blushed, unsure of how to respond to his compliment. Opening the door for you, the two of you made your way to the cast party to celebrate the 300th episode of Supernatural.

“There they are!” Jared’s voice boomed toward you, followed closely by his hulking figure.

“Hey Jare, few drinks deep already, huh?” You chuckled and adjusted his bowtie for him.

“Been waiting for you two! What took so long? Some pre-party fuckin’?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

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Ache (Blurb)

What if Harry gets home from a long day in the studio, the house is more quite than usual, but then his little four-year-old comes to greet him in the hallway, and tells that momma has a really bad headache, so they need to be quite and she takes his hand, leading him to her and they’ve a cuddle, all three of them.

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The house was strangely quiet when Harry opened the door and tossed his bag down on the floor. Typically, he would come home to the sounds of his daughter laughing and running around the house while you were trying to pin her down for her evening bath.

The only thing to greet him, at first, was the cat, who wandered over to him, nonchalantly and purred. Harry bent down to give his fur a rub, and then stood up again, toeing out of his shoes and glancing around.

“Hello?”

The house was suspiciously clean as well. There were a few toys scattered here and there, but he didn’t see any evidence that his daughter had been playing in the sitting room after dinner, the way she normally would have.

“Hello?” he called again, taking a few steps in from the entry.

Finally, he saw his little daughter come padding around the corner in her socked feet.

“Hi daddy,” she whispered, coming over and reaching her arms up for him.

Harry bent down and hoisted her into his arms, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi monkey,” he said, “Have a good day?”

She nodded, leaning in to lay her head on his shoulder. She was also unnaturally quiet. Normally, when Harry had been gone all day, his daughter was incredibly excited to see him and would basically pounce on him, giggling and shrieking as he blew raspberries all over her face and neck. Tonight, she was subdued, barely saying a word and choosing to be cuddly instead.

He walked with her, still in his arms, into the sitting room and plopped both of them down on the couch.

“You feelin’ okay, lovebug?” he asked, rubbing her back.

She nodded again, lifting her head from his shoulder and staring at him with big, green eyes that melted him every single time.

“We hafta be quiet,” she whispered, bringing her finger to her lips.

“Do we?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow, “Why’s that? Are we playin’ a game?”

“Nuh uh. We hafta be quiet for mummy.”

It suddenly dawned on Harry that he hadn’t seen any trace of you yet.

“Where is mummy?” he asked, allowing his daughter to slip off of his lap and stand before standing himself.

“Her head feels yucky,” she explained, “She’s sleepin’.”

Harry frowned, coming to realize exactly why the house had been so quiet. He felt his daughter reach up to grab his hand and start leading him down the hallway towards your bedroom.

The lights were off and he could see your sleeping form curled up in bed. Your daughter ran to the other side of the bed and climbed up, carefully, before crawling over next to you and settling down beside you. There were a few books and toys scattered across the sheets which made Harry think that his daughter had been hanging out with you for a few hours while you tried to nap.

Harry knelt down beside you and reached his palm out to swipe it gently across your forehead. You opened your eyes slowly and smiled when you saw him.

“Hi babe,” you croaked.

“How you feelin’?”

“Mmm, my head’s killing me, but it’s calmed down a bit since dinner. (Y/D/N) has been such a big help.”

Harry smiled, looking over at his daughter, who was now laying down and curled right up against your back.

“Can I get you anythin’?”

You shook your head slowly and closed your eyes again.

“I’m okay, thanks.”

Your daughter piped up from beside you.

“Daddy, come cuddle with us! It’ll make mummy feel better.”

Harry smiled again, knowing she was absolutely right. He shrugged off the floral print shirt he had been wearing, leaving only the plain, white t-shirt underneath, and shuffled around to his side of the bed, feeling it dip under his weight as he sat down and swung his legs up.

“Here, come on my other side, monkey,” Harry instructed, “That way I can snuggle with both of you.”

Your daughter climbed over Harry’s body until she was on his left side, and Harry shuffled both of them closer to you. You rolled over and sighed contentedly as you snuggled into Harry’s chest. One arm went around you and the other went around his daughter as she, too, cuddled herself into his side and looped one of her legs over his thigh, clinging on to him like a koala on a tree.

Harry placed a kiss on both your forehead and his daughter’s before he closed his eyes as well and settled down. Content to be surrounded by both of his girls.

Newcomers Pt5

Pt5


“Please take them, they are trashing my ships!” Polt begged Admiral Ilom

“I have my own Humans here, I can’t handle more you deal with your own problems. Besides they liberated Remer why do you want to get rid of them?”

“Because they have a holiday every week or some kind of celebration and they keep changing the decorations, besides they eat EVERYTHING!!! Our own food supplies have dwindled and we have requested twice the normal food shipments but still they keep eating!!!”

“Well eat their food then, I’m sure they will share”

“Have you eaten their food?” Polt asked putting his winged arms on his hips, a stance he mimicked form the Humans.  

“…I see your point, but the answer is still no, you’ll just have to find a way of dealing with them” Ilom cut the link and Polt started pulling out his feathers in frustration but was distracted by a knock on the door.

There was a male Human in a small white dress and wearing a large horse mask standing there.

“Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me lots of sweets to eat!!” he said holding a bag.

Polt stared at him and the bag in confusion and the Human sighed.

“Just give me some food or I egg your door”

Polt was horrified having come a race that lays eggs he quickly ran inside and grabbed some fruit from his bowl and put it in the bag.

“Fruit? Seriously, dick move” he said moving on and Polt saw that the entire corridor had been redecorated with odd symbols and all the Humans were walking around in strange attire. Normally he would scold them for not wearing their uniform but then he saw Clerk coming his way…or he thought it was.

He was wearing a large yellow wig and a short dress that glittered and his chest had two cone shapes pointing out.

“Captain Clerk?”

“No, I’m Madonna and I’m a virgin” he said with a straight face leaving Polt to just get back in his office and lock the door.



The planet Owep'nop was the capital of the Alliance and all their affairs, they were also technically the government of all the member races although they could not influence local matters of the different races. It was lead by a council that had one representative of each member race, the Human had no representative as they were the newest member and the others were still in two minds if they even wanted them there. The decision to allow them to act as soldiers was not a popular one but since their work on Remer some were seeing their potential.

Consul Jetya was an Elong and the elected leader of the Alliance was scrolling through the millions of reports he had to go through not really reading them, he often just handed them out among the council and let them do it while spent the day with his wife’s. His feathers had started to go black and fall out but his even though his body was ageing his mind had not started to go yet.

“Mr President!” his co Consul Kelp and also a Elong came ruining in clearly excited about something.

“If it’s another relief request add it to the list”

“No sir, Remer has been liberated”

Jetya shot him a look “What? That world was supposed to have been left to slow the Gal who ordered it be liberated?”

“Um….it was Admiral Polt’s fleet”

“Well , then the Benemar in his fleet are the be decorated for it, it’s not everyday we get a victory against the Gal”

“It wasn’t the Benemar sir”

“Huh?

“It was the Humans, Admiral Polt attacked the Gal upon the wishes of the Human soldiers under his command”

“Wait, the Humans asked to go into battle?”

“Yes and they won, the Benemar were on planet but had no significant impact on the battle” he said handing the Consul the pad.

Jetya read through it at the number so casualties.

“This can’t be right” Jetya said.

“I checked them, three times” Kelp replied showing he was dead serious.

“There were only a hundred thousands Human soldiers against millions of Gal and their casualty rate was less than 5%”

“And some of those were just injuries, they only suffered 2% fatal casualties”

Jetya stared at him “No, this can’t be right I refuse to believe this”

“Sir I can assure you, these reports are accurate and we are getting similar reports from the others fleets”

Jetya stared at him and did not blink as if his mind had simply shut down, it was a while before he spoke again.

“Get me all the information on Human anatomy you can find and anyone, not a Human who knows their inner workings to be here NOW!”

An hour later a Kelp returned with a Seran, a race of complete energy that existed as a sort of mist, their single solid part of their body was their huge eye that seemed to look in every direction at once.

“Consul this is…”

“My name is Aopdfjgokjfsdvnhklvsgnkuvnhaloikhjmgfuioafhpikshjsrlkjbnsjghwtre……but you can call me Tim”

“Tim?”

“It’s what the Humans call me and I have come to like it”

“Okay….Tim tell me all you know about these Humans and their bodies, their strength and their weaknesses”

A holographic display appeared  in the centre of the room of a Human male and female performing various actions and movements.

“They don’t look like much” Kelp said.

“Indeed, I have only met a Human a few times and the reports we have on their capabilities do not seem to show in their anatomy” Jetya said.

“You may think so but to underestimate them would be your downfall” Tim replied “Have you heard of Vewlop?”

“No” both replied.

“It is because they invaded the Humans homeworld some centuries ago, they were undergoing one of their migrations and believed the Human could not put up a fight, they were wrong and the Vewlop are now extinct”

“Is this why your race pushed us to make contact?”

“I cannot speak for the my kind as a whole”

“That’s not a no” Kep said.

“So go on tell me what these Humans are like”

“As you see their outer appearance shows no special features but they perfectly efficient, every part of their body has it’s purpose, they only need two arms and legs and eyes. Their sense of balance is second to none”

“Annnd?”

“It is what is inside where they are truly fascinating”

The holographic display showed the Humans organs and bones.

“They have twice the muscle mass than the Benemar who were considered the strongest physically in the Alliance, until now. They can heal any wound at an astonishing rate, their bones are thicker and their eyesight twice that of even your race”

Kelp and Jetya looked at one another.

“There is also their chemicals within their bodies, should a threat appear their blood vessels flood with this chemical call ‘adrenaline’ which gives them extra strength and stamina so much so they can go days without rest in battle. Their brain power works 43% faster than even my race, by the time many would have only just noticed a threat they have seen it, analysed it’s threat level and began taking action against it. Their own stomachs are filled with chemicals to break down food that we can’t even identify them, they keep melting our beakers”

“So what about their weaknesses?” Jetya asked.

Tim floated there and the others were terrified he was going to say they had none.

“Well, they do have some but not many, they are immune to nearly all of the viral infections that plague the other races and most known munitions would not guarantee a kill as they have been known to continue to fight even after loosing an arm or leg. A sure way to kill them is to destroy or decapitate the head”

“What is the breeding rate of these things” Kelp asked.

“Their females can fall pregnant once every nine of their months, sometimes they birth more than one at a time”

“How long is that in standard Alliance time?”

“0.52 of a cycle”

“No wonder there are so many of them, before we know it we are going to be overrun by these things!” Kelp shouted.

“We have to find a way to contain them, you said they don’t get along with the Benemar?” Jetya asked.

“That’s an understatement” Kelp replied.

“Contact the Benemar high Chiefs, I need to speak to them, I don;t want us to defeat the Gal only to replace them with something worse”


Back on Bento Prime, the drums of war were sounding as they began to muster their forces.

simon imagine - play pretend

REQUESTED:   “an image about y/n and simon walking outside together as friends and y/n see’s one of her ex and simon pretends to be y/n’s boyfriend and make the ex jealous and simon is being all cute with her and in the end y/n kinda felt simon was actually her boyfriend"

sidenote: this is a lil different and is written from y/n’s pov but quite personally so ye tell me what you think

I think the worst part about a break up is the anticipation about seeing them afterwards. Because you know you will. Whether it’s five months down the line, or five years down the line, you’re gonna bump into them, and it’s gonna hurt. A lot.

The first few months are the worst; everybody creates heart palpitations. Any tall looking guy with curly hair - and there are a few of those around my area, believe me - are a warning sign upon first glance. But every time they’d turn around, and it would just be a false alarm.

It gets to a point where you almost hope it’s them. Not because you miss them, or you want to talk to them, or even want to see them…but you just wanna get it out of the way. You want to be able to say yes, it’s been five months, and yes, that one strand of hair still falls over his forehead like it used to, and yes, his eyes still sparkle just as much; but I don’t care anymore. I don’t need to worry about that anymore.

No matter how over an ex you think you are, deep down you know you wanna look good that first time. You want to make them regret. It’s not an ‘I want you back thing’ - it’s just a superficial, I crave other people’s validation way too much thing. I knew from the very first day without Y/Ex/N I needed to make him some sort of jealous when that interaction first happened.

And so I did.

It was a late night, sort of. Something like midnight. I was tipsy - not enough to lose responsibility over actions, but enough to be…confident. We were in the centre of London, just Simon and I, finding a place to carry on the fun of our night.

It wasn’t like it sounded - the fun was platonic. We were just a couple of close friends, stumbling around the city that never sleeps with warm, intoxicated breath and blurry smiles.

I heard him before I saw him; his deep, almost shrilling voice, so naturally pitched it was almost inaudible. I think Simon heard him too. I think he tried to pretend he didn’t.

“Y/n,” his hand met with my shoulder blade, his touch so familiar. “I…I can’t believe it’s you.”

I guess in hindsight, I was lucky. It was every girl’s dream. He liked when I wore red lipstick, and I just so happened to be wearing it. He always admired my thighs and on this cold night my skirt just so happened to show them. His eyes reflected the admiration, showing it still burned just as much as it had months before. 

“Jesus. It’s…you.”

The breath was knocked out of my lungs as he pulled me in for a hug, Simon’s hand taking home against my lower back, almost like a warm and comforting stop sign. The embrace was short lived as I pulled away. I edged closer to Simon. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“Yeah, it is. Me.” He nodded, his eyes scanning my grown and improved body. I felt Simon tense slightly. The awkward atmosphere was clear.

“So..are you here alone?” I asked, cringing instantly. Way to act smooth. 

“Yeah, yeah I am.” He smiled slightly before focusing his attention to Simon. “And you’re..well, not, I guess?”

I looked between the two men. 

“Oh yeah, um I guess I should introduce you?” It came out as more of a question than a statement, to which Simon couldn’t suppress a slight laugh. I reached out to hit his arm, but he grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing my knuckles. My lips parted slightly. I quickly shook my head.

“Simon, this is…well, you already know, I’ve cried down the phone to you about him before.” I wanted to hit myself. Drunk brain - STOP. “Y/ex/N, this is Simon. My-”

“Her boyfriend,” Simon interrupted. He reached out one hand as a greeting, using the other to wrap around my waist in order to bring me closer to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Sort of.”

“Boyfriend?” The curly haired imbecile repeated, clearly surprised. Yeah, me and you both, I thought to myself. Where had this come from? Simon was my best friend…what had possessed this?

Part of me was kicking myself; the alarm bells were set off instantly at the warmth the word had sent through me. I moved even closer to Simon as he began to stroke up and down my back. My entire body tingled.

The two men continued a slightly, to say the least, bitchy conversation, but I had zoned out completely. Simon’s fingers traced patterns onto the exposed skin of my backless dress and I felt myself melt into him. I liked the secret intimacy of it. As I silently focused on this I felt him look down at me.

“Well, we should probably be getting home. You’re staying at mine, right?”

I nodded. I didn’t have any stuff on me to stay at his, but in all honesty, I didn’t care. In this moment of time he could have asked me to commit a double suicide with him and I most likely would have agreed - I was completely under his spell.

“Alright, babe.” My heart swelled. “Well, it was nice to meet you - sorry, I don’t remember your name.”

I watched as Y/ex/N’s jaw clenched slightly. He was quite clearly irritated, and I quite clearly didn’t care. It was nice to not have any feelings for the toxic fuck anymore. We said our goodbyes - involving him leaning in to kiss my cheek, and me backing away - before we turned around to leave.

“What was that?” I asked, feeling the alcohol’s effects starting to multiply.

“I know you’ve always wanted to make him jealous,” Simon spoke, his hand taking refuge in mine, our fingers intertwining. “I thought you might appreciate a little help in your stuttering state.”

My cheeks heated. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“You look cute when you blush you know, Y/n.”

“Go away, Simon,” I laughed.

“That’s not a nice way to talk to your boyfriend is it?”

I looked down. Boyfriend. I knew the label was a playful tease, and after this night it would never be used again between me and Simon…

but I couldn’t help but wish that it would be.




was this shit?? im not sure idk leave feedback pls ty <3

A Princess’s Wedding Night

Member: Park Jimin

Classification: Smut

Originally posted by namgerine

I stood waiting in my new quarters. I had nothing to do by then except wait anxiously for my husband to join me. I knew what lied ahead of me that night, and I felt a light blush come across my features as I glanced at the bed.

I took the time to look around at the rich furnishings that surrounded me; anything I could do to calm my preoccupied mind. A large mahogany mirror stood opposite of me as I inspected the slip my handmaiden had placed on me as my attire for the night. It’s purpose was to allow my new husband to quickly undress me, my lady-in-waiting had informed me.

I was fidgeting with the button on my clothes when I heard a knock on the door. I stood there awkwardly for a good moment before I tentatively spoke out. I already knew who it was as there was only one person who had business with me that night.

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I’m in love with Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Unnamed OFC

Rating: General

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 1,169

Summary: Singing in the kitchen leads to confessions.

Note: This is for the wonderful @becaamm 1K followers! Go follow her if you love Marvel or Supernatural! 

“If there’s a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I’ve already won that. No man is worth the aggravation, that’s ancient history. Been there, done that,…”

The song blasts through the kitchen as I dance and sing along while making breakfast. The image of one man continues to force its way to the front of my thoughts as I take in the lyrics.

“… He’s the Earth and Heavens to ya, try and keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through ya.”

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Chinese Takeout-(Stiles Stilinski)

Originally posted by thealpha

Characters: Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Coach Finstock, Stiles Stilinski and (Y/N)

Warnings: none?

Pairing: hint at Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1243

Summary: Stiles, out of nowhere, involves you in the tradition that takes place every lacrosse match Beacon Hills plays.


Stiles Stilinski. The schools weird kid with an endless supply of sarcasm. Stiles, who’s both a naturally smart kid like his dad and on the lacrosse team. Stiles Stilinski, the guy who I have a raging crush on for 3 agonizing years. 

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Of All My Parents’ Friends

@heartthesouth asked: 

Imagine Roger describing 1960s Claire (and possibly his remembrance of 1940s Claire from his childhood) to Jamie.


One-shot; takes place just after the Gathering in book-verse (The Fiery Cross).

Bear in mind, this means Jamie and Roger are only *newly* on solid-ish ground after all the unpleasantness between them in Drums of Autumn. If you haven’t read the books, just imagine the very worst start a man could get off to with his father-in-law. (YIKES.) 

 -Mod Bonnie


Fraser’s Ridge, North Carolina

October, 1770 


Puiff-ee?”

The word sounded absolutely stupid coming out of his father-in-law’s mouth, which (infuriatingly!) made ROGER feel the foolish one. “C’mon, ye know. Poofy? Like—voluminous?—

Jamie Fraser snorted violently into his lunch of bread and pickle and Roger felt a wave of anxiety. Was the word somehow offensive in this time??  But surely ‘poofy’ was more easily misconstrued than—

But Jamie—seated on a log next to Roger’s boulder—came up grinning, still coughing on crumbs as he choked out, “Ye mean to say there was a time when Claire’s hair was MORE voluminous than it is NOW?” 

They both laughed and Roger drank in the relief of the camaraderie, flimsy as it might be. 

“Christ almighty,” Jamie swore with feeling as the laughter subsided, shaking his head in genuine incredulity, “however did she manage THAT?”

“I dinna ken exactly,” Roger admitted with a hopefully-easy shrug, passing the stone bottle of cider, “Claire’s was sort of—” he made a swooping gesture overtop his own crown “—um…I dinna ken how to describe it.. Kind of—”

“A bouffant,” Brianna interjected helpfully, plopping down next to Jamie (well, as much as a six-foot-tall woman with a sleeping baby strapped to her front could ‘plop’) and doing a quick sketch in the dirt with a stick.  

“Oh, aye, a *bouffant,*” He grinned, leaning over to kiss his wife and son, grateful for the buffer. “I definitely knew that’s what it was called.” 

“How does—? But—where do the curls go?” Jamie kept tilting his head from side to side like a puppy as he peered down, clearly having difficulty translating the rough illustration to his wife’s head. “And how in hell did she get it to stay all rounded and puffed up?” 

“HAIRSPRAY,” he and Bree said in unison, though he left the task of explaining aerosol cans and their uses to the engineer. 

By the end, Jamie was grinning like a fiend. “Claire would glue her hair into place every day for fashion??

“Yep!” Bree laughed, expertly cupping Jem’s head as she bent forward to reach for a hunk of bread, “unless she was doing an operation that day, obviously. Not much call for style under a scrub cap.” 

Shaking his head in gleeful wonder, Jamie turned back to Roger. “What else was different about ‘Sixties Claire,’ to your eye, other than the hair?”

“Oo, her groovy makeup!” Bree said through a large bite.

Gr–? Cosmetics, ye mean?” 

“Aye, just so!” Roger said, hoping to win some son-in-law points, meagre as they might be. “And ‘groovy’ just means daring in an admirable way.” 

“Well, that sounds like Claire, right enough. Does every woman wear the Greuvvy Makeup, then?” 

Bree shrugged. “Pretty much.” 

“I tell ye what, though,” Roger said emphatically, seeing the opportunity and seizing it, “Claire certainly didna need all that. Not one bit.”

It was like a horror film. 

Two identical faces swiveled on tall, twin necks, fixing him with identical expressions of amusement. Or possibly menace. Either way, absolutely TERRIFYING.

What?” he snapped, his face flushing as he looked back and forth between them.

Jamie’s eyebrows were raised. “Why should Claire not have needed the cosmetics?”

Bree raised hers to match, her lips quivering with suppressed laughter. “Yes, Roger: do tell!” 

He made a scoffing sound. “Well, no, I mean—”

“If ‘pretty much’ all women wore it,” Jamie asked, face completely inscrutable, “why should Claire have been any different?  

“No, she’s—Well, I mean she IS—” This was not going well. “All I was trying to say is Claire’s very—She’s got very lovely—” 

The movie had shifted into one where the out-of-control-robot car had locked you inside and was accelerating top-speed into a canyon. Cannot—BRAKE—

“—SKIN!”

“OH. MY. GODDD!!” Bree whooped with glee, making Jemmy jump in his sleep and thump his forehead against her chest. 

Jamie said nothing and only sipped his drink, but damn him, there was an effing GLEAM in those cats’ eyes. 

Bree coughed through her giggles and waved her hand in a ‘hold on, hold on’ gesture. “So—wait: when we met in Inverness….were you checking out my mother’s ‘skin’?”

“I wasna CHECKING HER OUT,” he insisted with a mocking tone to show what a ridiculous suggestion it was (but SHIT if he didn’t sound all kinds of guilty AND if he didn’t want to fling himself into a hole and never come out). Pull yourself the fuck together, MacKenzie. 

Look,” he sighed, “Claire’s a very attractive woman, and—”

“So we’ve gone from verra lovely to verra *attractive*, have we?” 

“It—I—” Damn that fucking ginger hide: Roger couldn’t tell if the man was poking fun or literally about to bash his head open against a tree. 

“Wait, wait, didn’t—oh JEEZ, it’s too much—” Bree was clutching Jem tight, dying with laughter, and was NOT giving this up. “Didn’t you tell me once that Mama reminded you of Anne Bancroft??”

ffffffffffucking hellllllllllllllllllllll

“Who’s that?” Jamie demanded, his narrowed eyes snapping to Roger.  

Yep, it had now become the kind of horror movie where the supporting actor looks at the camera and gets in that *one great scream* for their reel right before they get eaten alive to thicken the plot for the protagonists. 

Bree was on a roll. “A famous, very *sexy* actress! She was in a—play (sort of) with Dustin Hoffman who has the role of this university boy who is seduced by an older wo—”

“—S’QUITE ENUFF’A’THAT!” His voice cracked on the panicked outburst (can a man not catch a BREAK???), at which his wife dissolved into further spasms. “Oh for God’s sake, Bree, it was YOU that I checked out, if ye need reminding!!” 

“And just why were ye ‘checking out’ an unmarrit lass?” Jamie said, turning expertly on the conversational dime, “A guest in your home, no less? MY daughter?” 

“I wasna—I ABSOLUTELY did NOT—Oh, for fuck’s SAKE!” 

They were both quaking with laughter where they sat. 

Roger threw up his hands up and stormed to his feet. “You two bloody deserve each other, ye know! Twisting a man’s words, ‘til—Oh, willye shut up and LISTEN, THE BOTH OF YE!” 

They knocked heads as they slumped against each other, tears streaming down their ruddy cheeks. 

Roger made huge, sweeping gestures to left and right for emphasis. “CLAIRE IS VERY BEAUTIFUL. BRIANNA IS VERY BEAUTIFUL. WE’RE ALL FAMILY NOW, CAN WE BE *DONE* WI’—”

“What on EARTH are you lot bellowing about!?!” 

He whirled around to see Claire, flushed and dirt-streaked, gathering basket in hand, her eyes wide. “Is everything alright?” 

Roger gave both redheads a sidelong glare that HE would have said could have melted steel, but just make Brianna shake even harder. She was suppressing outright cackling only by pressing her lips into the top of Jemmy’s fuzzy head. 

“Nay, all’s well, mo nighean donn,” Jamie said, surprising Roger by getting to his feet. He came over to put a hand on his wife’s waist and kiss her on the cheek. “Roger Mac, here, was only singing the praises of your great charm and beauty, mo ghraidh, much to the credit of ye both.”

“Oh! Well!” Claire flushed, sounding both surprised and pleased. “That’s very sweet of you, Roger, dear, thank you.” 

Roger, stunned, scraped up enough presence of mind to give her a smile and a little self-deprecating bow. 

She didn’t bother to suppress a grin as she went on her way toward the drying shed. “I rather needed that, today.”

Once she was out of earshot, Roger met Jamie’s eye and inclined his head with a sincere, “Thanks.” 

“Think nothing of it,” his father-in-law said, clapping him on the shoulder in passing as he headed back to the woodpile “…Dustin.”

Disaster - Archie Andrews

Can you write and imagine were Archie and you are best friends and decide to go late night swimming in the lake. And it’s all cute and stuff. And you guys kiss in the water.

Originally posted by ferrisbueller


I’m sorry it’s bad and short, I didn’t really know where to take this one.

You didn’t really know why exactly you decided to go, you just did. You got the text from Archie complaining about how he couldn’t sleep and rightfully so. He first went to you, the night of the dance, and told you about how he broke Betty’s heart. Now the girl was acting smart, not replying to his texts or even talking to him. You knew the moment you met Archie, he was completely unaware that many people had feelings for him and when faced with them, he didn’t know how to react. It was like trying to watch a baby deer walk for the first time and it just keeps falling.

So when you read the text you offered to stay out with him. Even the text messages had an underlying sad tone to them and you realized Archie was hurting without Betty. There wouldn’t be any fixing their horribly broken relationship tonight, so you would have to distract him from his problems instead. You tired to think about something that would distract him when the idea struck you.

You : Remember when we would sneak out and swim at the lake?

Archie : Yeah…why?

You : You need cheering up and that’s how to do it.

Archie : Y/N I don’t know.

You : I’ll met you at the lake in ten minutes.

Archie : Fine…

You quickly found your swimsuit and changed into, pulling warm clothes over it. You looked around until you finally found your towel and grabbed your phone. You silently crept towards the front door, trying not to wake your family. You opened the door and shut it softly so not to alarm anyone. It wasn’t too cold outside, but you were glad that your had chosen to wear sweatpants instead of shorts over your suit. You looked down the street and started to make your way to the lake, hoping Archie wouldn’t change his mind.


When you reached the most exposed edge of the lake, you looked around to see if Archie had made it yet. You grunted when you didn’t see him, but the water looked to nice not to take a dip. You shed your covering clothes, shivering when the cool air hit your now exposed skin. You edged your way to the water until you were knee deep.

“How’s the water?” You turned around and saw Archie, staring at you. His face looked sad and you let out a sigh. “Your moping is going to take the fun out of this, Andrews,” you said, sinking your whole body into the water, “the water is great.” He nodded, took off his shirt and walked into the lake. It was quiet for a few moments until he spoke up. “How do I fix this, Y/N?”

You bit your lip in a thought and turned to face him, “there might not be any way to fix it Archie.” He clenched his jaw, but nodded in understanding. “I made you come here to cheer you up, not talk about what happened,” you said and realized how harsh it sounded. “No, thank you, Y/N. I needed to relax.” You nodded and with a small smile, you splashed him with water. He smiled at you, darted through the water towards you.

You let out a giggle when one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you in a circle through the currents. It was childish, really, like how you would at in fourth grade when you both came to the lake. Something about it now made your heart flutter in your chest. You managed to wiggle free and go into a relaxing back float. Archie smiled at you, and started to float as well. “The stars look beautiful tonight,” Archie whispered and you couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re not about to make an internet joke, I won’t allow it.” He laughed too and glanced at him, smiling to yourself. You kicked your legs, breaking your relaxing float and turned to face him. Archie did the same, staring at you. “Thank you again Y/N. This is nice,” you nodded and swam a little closer to him. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming, despite all the drama you knew would ensue afterwards; but you couldn’t help it.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He soon got caught up in the feeling of your lips, that Archie’s problems melted away for a split moment before they all came crashing back down on him. He pulled away then, staring into your eyes. “Y/N….we can’t,” you nodded, swimming towards the shore. “I know, Andrews, I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” You climbed up on land, grabbing your towel and clothes. You pulled your sweatshirt over your head and tugged on your pants. “Y/N, you don’t have to go,” you turned to look at him and saw the pain on his face. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew that if you did, you were setting the both of your up for a disaster. You gave him a knowing look, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You walked away before he could respond. As you walked you tried to keep your tears at bay and trying not to fall for Archie Andrews.

mzyraj  asked:

I've seen you reblogging Jon/Dany stuff and I'm curious how likely you think that level of love/romance would be in the coming canon. Even putting aside whatever state Jon is going to be in post-resurrection, I'm not sure their past relationships suggest that each would be the other's type for instant attraction, and I don't know if they'd have time to develop much of a relationship what with the oncoming winter apocalypse. Or is it just a ship people like the idea of but don't expect?

Oh no, I don’t think the all-American, crewcut, boy-next-door Jon Snow we’ve seen in AGOT - ADWD is Dany’s type for instant attraction at all! 

Dany’s the type who likes rockstars with wild hair, and the power and danger of a big ol’ Harley-Davidson between her legs. She’s looking for a maverick fighter pilot from Top Gun to ride one of her dragons.  She wants a rebel with a cause, not a lost, grieving boy. I don’t think the Jon Snow we know is the type of guy Dany’s looking for!

But Jon Snow died. ;)

In the words of the King, “The person you put up there ain’t the person that comes back. It might look like that person, but it ain’t that person” (Pet Semetary). “Resurrection… ah, there’s a word (that you should put right the fuck out of your mind and you know it).”

GRRM has said that “Death is hard.” It changes a person. Look at the Lightning Lord. Look at Lady Stoneheart. They remember, but they’re not the same people anymore. I think Jon Snow, after spending some time in Ghost, is going to come back wilder. More reckless, more dangerous, more … rockstar. So I think Dany will find Jon very attractive. 

(from Jesus Christ Superstar

(Will TWOW please come out soon, because my ASOIAF / pop culture analogies are getting wilder and wilder.) 

So anyways, you can’t just “put aside” Dragonriding Rockstar Jesus Jon Snow and his Resurrection, or his Freefolk Groupies on the tv show, or his tv manbun when considering the potential for Jon/Dany. The resurrection – and the change it will bring – is a big reason why I think Jon/Dany has potential.

So how likely do I think there will be love/romance between Jon/Dany in canon? I’m certain of it. I think Jon and Dany will grow very close as they fight together to save the world, and I think that’s a beautiful thing. I’ll wager money on Jon/Dany falling in love in the books before the end of ADOS; any takers? First come, first served

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Don't lie just kiss me - jughead jones

Jughead x reader requested by @marisophie 


 Your POV - I was sitting in my bedroom writing down some notes for my history test when my phone buzzed beside me.

 Juggie: mind if I swing by and hang out at your place for a little while? I read the text and smile thinking about my best friend of years.

 Me: yeah sure I’ll just tidy the place up a little bit 

 Juggie: I’ll bring over some food from pops..be prepared;)

 My heart melted slightly at the thought. I sometimes get a little inkling that he likes me, but whenever B or V bring up the fact we would be cute together he gets all defensive and grouchy just thinking about it. Soon enough the doorbell goes and I waltz down the stairs to answer the door.

 “Hey jugs” I smile embracing him in my arms as he walks through the door. “Hey sweet cheeks how ya doing” he replies cheekily out of character. He holds up the paper bag containing the food from pops and nods his head towards the stairs “I’m better now you’re here with food” I tease back.

 We walk up the stairs to my bedroom and both slump down onto the double bed. He takes a look at the history book laying open on the bed and throws it down onto the beanbag sitting in the corner of the room. “You won’t be needing that now” he smiles and we eat our food and chill out. 

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 Next day

 The whole gang were sitting together in the school yard before going to our next lessons. Archie played us a snippet of his new song he’d been working on. “Honestly Archie that’s incredible” Betty puts in, “yeah you’re super talented” Ronnie also ads. “Yeah yeah he’s perfect we get it you can put your tongues back in your mouths now” jughead sarcastically implies with a smug look on his face.

 “I liked it, you have a really beautiful voice” I said looking archie in the eye. Jughead scoffed and looked away but no one really took any notice apart from me of course. “When are you two gonna start dating, I mean look at you you’re practically a couple already, look at you sat in his lap all cosy and cuddled up” Veronica says looking at me and jughead whose arms were around my waist, head resting on my shoulder as I sat in his lap.

 “Just because we’re sitting like this doesn’t mean we have to be in a relationship, god what is your obsession with me dating y/n it’s not gonna happen, why would it, I don’t like her that way and she doesn’t like me..” jughead moans raising his voice. His slightly aggressive words hurt me a little and I admit I felt rather disheartened. “I just don’t get why you’re all trying to push us two together, what’s the point when you know it’s never gonna happen, I don’t want it” he carries on I just shake my head standing up and pulling away from him. I wrap my arms around myself and slowly walk away from the table.

 The others sat there in silence but I could faintly hear Betty say “you didn’t have to say it like that jug” with a sigh. I heard jughead running behind me calling my name, I just look round to him and shake my head. I feel like a fool. I thought he liked me too. He runs up to me and pulls my wrist so I’m facing him, a single tear strolls down my face as I look up into his eyes. I take him in. Every feature from his beautiful wavy raven hair hidden under his beanie, to his light eyes.

 He was perfect. But he didn’t see me that way. “Y/n I’m sorry that all came out wrong I was in the heat of the moment and was pissed at everyone nagging, I didn’t mean it” “What part didn’t mean, the bit where I’m so repulsive you couldn’t even fathom being with me?” I cry back to him letting it all out. “No-it just- it came out wrong, I like you” “Evidently you don’t” I retort back angrily. “What am I supposed to do?” He quizzes disheveled, fiddling with his hands. 

“Don’t lie, just kiss me” I reply with no emotion what so ever. Almost immediately a pair of plump lips are upon mine. One of his hands was holding my jaw in place while the other slid down my back round my waist where he gripped me tighter pulling me into him. Sighing into the kiss I place my hands at the nape of his back playing with the small curls peaking out the bottom of his beaning, my fingers becoming entangled with his locks. He moves his mouth against me slowly and I felt everything, all the passion and anger he was releasing into the kiss.

 He pulls away slowly and pecks me on the nose quickly before smiling at me, our foreheads touch and we gaze at each other for what felt like a lifetime. “Do you believe I like you know?”

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

No Time Like Now -- Dean x Reader

Prompt: “I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it occurred to me that life is short. So will you marry me?” & “This is probably a bad time, but marry me?

Taken from this post

A/N: My very first Dean fic! Kinda excited to know what you guys think of it. Notes and reblogs are much appreciated, but more on the notes. Love hearing feedback and encouragement!

Warnings: A touch of angst, but mostly fluff

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Dean did another once-over of the hotel room. “Babe, have you seen my gun?”

“We talking rifle, shotgun or handgun?” you asked as you loaded your own guns with fresh clips.

“Shotgun.”

“Semi or pump-action?”

“Semi.”

“Salt bullets or regular?”

“Regular.”

“Yeah, I put it in the trunk already.” You snapped the clip into the last gun and pumped it once, satisfied at the sound of the bullet loading into the chamber. “It’s there next to the grenade launcher.”

Dean frowned. “You brought the grenade launcher?”

You shrugged, glancing at him over your shoulder. “Well, we are taking out a vamp nest. I’d rather be prepared.”

You slipped your gun into your thigh holster and bent down to zip your duffel closed. As you straightened up, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist and smirked. “Careful there, cowboy. I’m armed,” you said.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you look when you gear up for a hunt and talk weapons with me?” Dean murmured against your neck, trailing light kisses up and down.

You allowed yourself a moment to savor the sensation of his lips on your skin, a familiar warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach. “Easy there, tiger. Sam’s waiting for us in the car. He’ll be pissed if we keep him hanging.”

“Let him wait,” Dean growled, not letting up in his ministrations.

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Pt5

“Please take them, they are trashing my ships!” Polt begged Admiral Ilom

“I have my own Humans here, I can’t handle more you deal with your own problems. Besides they liberated Remer why do you want to get rid of them?”

“Because they have a holiday every week or some kind of celebration and they keep changing the decorations, besides they eat EVERYTHING!!! Our own food supplies have dwindled and we have requested twice the normal food shipments but still they keep eating!!!”

“Well eat their food then, I’m sure they will share”

“Have you eaten their food?” Polt asked putting his winged arms on his hips, a stance he mimicked form the Humans.

“…I see your point, but the answer is still no, you’ll just have to find a way of dealing with them” Ilom cut the link and Polt started pulling out his feathers in frustration but was distracted by a knock on the door.

There was a male Human in a small white dress and wearing a large horse mask standing there.

“Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me lots of sweets to eat!!” he said holding a bag.

Polt stared at him and the bag in confusion and the Human sighed.

“Just give me some food or I egg your door”

Polt was horrified having come a race that lays eggs he quickly ran inside and grabbed some fruit from his bowl and put it in the bag.

“Fruit? Seriously, dick move” he said moving on and Polt saw that the entire corridor had been redecorated with odd symbols and all the Humans were walking around in strange attire. Normally he would scold them for not wearing their uniform but then he saw Clerk coming his way…or he thought it was.

He was wearing a large yellow wig and a short dress that glittered and his chest had two cone shapes pointing out.

“Captain Clerk?”

“No, I’m Madonna and I’m a virgin” he said with a straight face leaving Polt to just get back in his office and lock the door.

The planet Owep'nop was the capital of the Alliance and all their affairs, they were also technically the government of all the member races although they could not influence local matters of the different races. It was lead by a council that had one representative of each member race, the Human had no representative as they were the newest member and the others were still in two minds if they even wanted them there. The decision to allow them to act as soldiers was not a popular one but since their work on Remer some were seeing their potential.

Consul Jetya was an Elong and the elected leader of the Alliance was scrolling through the millions of reports he had to go through not really reading them, he often just handed them out among the council and let them do it while spent the day with his wife’s. His feathers had started to go black and fall out but his even though his body was ageing his mind had not started to go yet.

“Mr President!” his co Consul Kelp and also a Elong came ruining in clearly excited about something.

“If it’s another relief request add it to the list”

“No sir, Remer has been liberated”

Jetya shot him a look “What? That world was supposed to have been left to slow the Gal who ordered it be liberated?”

“Um….it was Admiral Polt’s fleet”

“Well , then the Benemar in his fleet are the be decorated for it, it’s not everyday we get a victory against the Gal”

“It wasn’t the Benemar sir”

“Huh?

“It was the Humans, Admiral Polt attacked the Gal upon the wishes of the Human soldiers under his command”

“Wait, the Humans asked to go into battle?”

“Yes and they won, the Benemar were on planet but had no significant impact on the battle” he said handing the Consul the pad.

Jetya read through it at the number so casualties.

“This can’t be right” Jetya said.

“I checked them, three times” Kelp replied showing he was dead serious.

“There were only a hundred thousands Human soldiers against millions of Gal and their casualty rate was less than 5%”

“And some of those were just injuries, they only suffered 2% fatal casualties”

Jetya stared at him “No, this can’t be right I refuse to believe this”

“Sir I can assure you, these reports are accurate and we are getting similar reports from the others fleets”

Jetya stared at him and did not blink as if his mind had simply shut down, it was a while before he spoke again.

“Get me all the information on Human anatomy you can find and anyone, not a Human who knows their inner workings to be here NOW!”

An hour later a Kelp returned with a Seran, a race of complete energy that existed as a sort of mist, their single solid part of their body was their huge eye that seemed to look in every direction at once.

“Consul this is…”

“My name is Aopdfjgokjfsdvnhklvsgnkuvnhaloikhjmgfuioafhpikshjsrlkjbnsjghwtre……but you can call me Tim”

“Tim?”

“It’s what the Humans call me and I have come to like it”

“Okay….Tim tell me all you know about these Humans and their bodies, their strength and their weaknesses”

A holographic display appeared in the centre of the room of a Human male and female performing various actions and movements.

“They don’t look like much” Kelp said.

“Indeed, I have only met a Human a few times and the reports we have on their capabilities do not seem to show in their anatomy” Jetya said.

“You may think so but to underestimate them would be your downfall” Tim replied “Have you heard of Vewlop?”

“No” both replied.

“It is because they invaded the Humans homeworld some centuries ago, they were undergoing one of their migrations and believed the Human could not put up a fight, they were wrong and the Vewlop are now extinct”

“Is this why your race pushed us to make contact?”

“I cannot speak for the my kind as a whole”

“That’s not a no” Kep said.

“So go on tell me what these Humans are like”

“As you see their outer appearance shows no special features but they perfectly efficient, every part of their body has it’s purpose, they only need two arms and legs and eyes. Their sense of balance is second to none”

“Annnd?”

“It is what is inside where they are truly fascinating”

The holographic display showed the Humans organs and bones.

“They have twice the muscle mass than the Benemar who were considered the strongest physically in the Alliance, until now. They can heal any wound at an astonishing rate, their bones are thicker and their eyesight twice that of even your race”

Kelp and Jetya looked at one another.

“There is also their chemicals within their bodies, should a threat appear their blood vessels flood with this chemical call ‘adrenaline’ which gives them extra strength and stamina so much so they can go days without rest in battle. Their brain power works 43% faster than even my race, by the time many would have only just noticed a threat they have seen it, analysed it’s threat level and began taking action against it. Their own stomachs are filled with chemicals to break down food that we can’t even identify them, they keep melting our beakers”

“So what about their weaknesses?” Jetya asked.

Tim floated there and the others were terrified he was going to say they had none.

“Well, they do have some but not many, they are immune to nearly all of the viral infections that plague the other races and most known munitions would not guarantee a kill as they have been known to continue to fight even after loosing an arm or leg. A sure way to kill them is to destroy or decapitate the head”

“What is the breeding rate of these things” Kelp asked.

“Their females can fall pregnant once every nine of their months, sometimes they birth more than one at a time”

“How long is that in standard Alliance time?”

“0.52 of a cycle”

“No wonder there are so many of them, before we know it we are going to be overrun by these things!” Kelp shouted.

“We have to find a way to contain them, you said they don’t get along with the Benemar?” Jetya asked.

“That’s an understatement” Kelp replied.

“Contact the Benemar high Chiefs, I need to speak to them, I don;t want us to defeat the Gal only to replace them with something worse”

Back on Bento Prime, the drums of war were sounding as they began to muster their forces.

Tea Time (Daddy!Bucky x daughter)

Author’s Note: Hey guys! I have been meaning to post this for a while and I finally have some time, so here you go! I hope you enjoy! :)

Summary: Bucky’s daughter comes to him for help on an important mission, recruiting Steve and Tony along the way.

Other Characters: Steve, Tony, reader

Warnings: It’s so fluffy that you might die

Word Count: 520

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People want to know what Maya got Lucas for Christmas

But consider this…

It probably wasn’t that great. If she even got anything for him in the first place.

Unlike Riley getting Farkle a girlfriend-y gift, this would mean something. Maya’s been very careful about her relationship with Lucas since the triangle ended. 

She’s been avoiding eye contact, refusing to banter with him (except maybe in SS), and her jabs have a bit more bite than sass (”You think you are [important], but no”). Whether or not she’s fully considered why it’s necessary for her to do all those things, the fact remains that she’s intentionally creating distance between them. 

Enter Secret Santa. Lucas didn’t want to do it. He went all the way to Texas, presumably so he wouldn’t have to. Maya already assumed the whole production would be stupid and awful. He’s practically given permission for everyone to leave him out of Secret Santa…so where’s her motivation to send something all the way to Texas?

Afterward, this becomes even more true. The thoughtful gifts brought each pair closer. MUCH closer. And as far as she knows, Lucas didn’t send Riley anything. (Even if we put in the deleted scene, okay, Lucas gave a poor girl a gift on Riley’s behalf. Cute and all, but not as personal as the others.)

That means, as much as she might want to, as much as she might have had a great idea for something that would melt his heart and show him how well she knows him, she. wouldn’t. do. it. Jumping back into a triangle-like situation after the whole thing’s been “resolved” would most definitely not be as innocent as the first time Maya got dragged in, and she wouldn’t risk hurting Riley like that.

So for all the fanfiction stories I’ve seen of legitimately adorable presents Maya gave Lucas on the down low, consider this: How much more likely was something like this?

[Gang at Topanga’s, hanging out]

Farkle: Okay, Zay, you’ve finished your homework. Can we go now? I’m just about to cut you off from all the supplies you need to survive.

Zay: I know the whole point of your nerd game was for me to spend more time with you and Smackle, Farkle, but can I just…I don’t know, resign or something? We’ve been playing for like a week, and I need my beauty sleep!

Smackle: When Farkle and I rule the world, you’ll be playing this game a lot more, so get moving!

[Zay, Farkle, and Smackle exit]

Riley: You know, Zay can complain all he wants, but he’s gotten closer to them since Christmas. [Looks pointedly at Maya]

Maya: Yes, Riley. You’re a Secret Santa genius. Happy?

Riley: Yes.

Lucas: Hey, who got me?

Riley: You didn’t…? Let’s see, there was me and Farkle, Zay and Smackle, Smackle and…

[Maya looking innocently off in the distance]

Riley: Maya! Did you not do Secret Santa? Lucas even did Secret Santa, and he was in Texas!

Maya: Do you have any idea how long it would have taken me to go to the store, find a gift, then go to the post office? And then, you know, there’s the issue with priority box! padded envelope! normal envelope! Honestly, my present should just be me still being alive after thinking of all the stuff I would have had to do. 

Riley: [Stubbornly] You could have just given it to him when he got back.

Maya: [Looks lazily around her and the homework spread out on the table. Picks up her calculator.] Merry Christmas, Lucas. [Hands him calculator, then pretends to get back to homework.]

There’s a beat, then Maya snatches the calculator back.

Maya: Actually, can I borrow your Christmas present? I don’t have enough fingers for this problem.

Every Me And Every You - Seventeen

You stood, watching as Reid cleared the rest of the plates and glasses away and then whipped the table cloth off the table, heading back to the kitchen area.

Get naked and lie down he’d said.

He was going to eat dessert off of you.

He was going to EAT off you. Like…. Ugh.

Well at least you were clean. For now.

“Clock’s ticking Y/N.” You heard Spencer call from his kitchen, the sounds of a fridge freezer opening and shutting.

“Spence?” you replied, pulling the purple night gown over your head and climbing onto the table, sitting in the middle with your legs pressed tightly together.

“Yeah?” He reappeared, a tub of ice-cream in one hand and a bowl of strawberries in the other, a chocolate sauce bottle tucked under his arm.

“If I’m your dish, where’s mine?”

He grinned and placed the items down on the wooden surface next to you.

“Oh don’t you worry, you won’t be missing out.” He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip before continuing. “Do you object if we combine two in one here… Ice-cream the cold part if I grab some candles?”

“You can… But I’m a bit apprehensive about that. Like.. Will it burn?”

“Y/N, you wax right? One of the most sensitive areas of your body and you wax it. It’s not exactly the same because it’s a different kind of wax, but it’s not too dissimilar to that heat.”

“How do you even…. Spencer? Really?”

No way.

NO WAY.

“Not currently no. In the past, yes. But like you, I find it disturbing looking down and seeing no hair at all on my nether regions. It’s tidy, but not bare. You’ll see later.”

Why yes, if you had his cock in your mouth you definitely would.

“The wax in the candles we’ll use will have a lower melting temperature than others. So the wax will be hot but it shouldn’t scald you or be painful. Just a short sharp burn, and then it will cool. But if it’s more sensitive for you than I think it will be, then just say yellow twice, and we can stop that part of play. We’ll eat first anyway. I don’t particularly enjoy candle wax mixed in with my ice-cream. Alright?”

“Alright.”

“Good, now lie flat please. This might get messy.”

You obliged, twisting your hair into a make shift pony tail so that it was kept in one place as you lay down.

Spencer disappeared again for a few moments, returning with four coloured tins and a lighter. Removing the lids, he sparked the lighter, igniting the four candles and lining them up on the shelf that was to the side of the dining table.

“How do you feel about whipped cream Y/N?”

“Strawberries, ice cream, chocolate sauce plus whipped cream? This is starting to sound like the makings of a cheesy romance novel. Will there be love making on a bear skin rug in front of a fire place?” You were starting to feel more comfortable and confident teasing him now. Which was odd, because at work you used to have no problem flirting with him.

Probably because you’d thought he was sweet and innocent Spencer, and that nothing would come of it.

Funny how things work out.

“Do you see a bear skin rug or fireplace?”

You shook your head.

“And do you really think that what we’ve been doing up until now constitutes as ‘making love’? Cos I sure as hell don’t.”

“Me neither. This is strictly all about fucking right?”

“Yep. Fucking and making you feel things you’ve not felt before. Now… I’m starting to get hungry for dessert. So I’m going to build my sundae okay.”

“Okay.”

He pulled the bowl of strawberries towards him and popped one in his mouth, eating it slowly as he searched through the fruits before settling on a smallish berry, plucking it from the pile.

“Spread your legs, Y/N.”

Oh hell no….

His hand on your thigh, he pushed gently pulling one away from the other. You resisted slightly, only allowing him to move your legs apart when he shot you a look. You bit your lip in anticipation of what he was going to do next.

Yep.

The strawberry was being pushed inside your entrance as expected making you question; were you going to be eating this or him?

Moving back to your head he bought the bowl with him.

“Open your mouth.”

You did as you were told and he slowly placed another piece of fruit into your mouth.

“You can eat that piece. A sweet one… And then a not so sweet one for later.”

So you’d be eating it then.

Well at least he wasn’t doing the typical guy thing of trying to bullshit you and convince you that tasted of honey down there. No girl tasted of honey unless she’d been slathered in it.

He set about creating a sundae with the ice cream and sauce, covering your body with swirls of chocolate first, drizzling it over your nipples and a trail of it on your thighs.

The ice-cream was spooned on in small amounts, where ever he could find a dip in your body. The hollow of your neck, the valley between your breasts, your belly button and then finally in the v when your legs met.

The shock of the cold against your skin caused you to shudder, to whimper and suck in air when it initially connected with your skin. Every few moments he’d feed you a small spoonful, you swallowing it hungrily. It was your favourite ice cream flavour after all.

When he was done, he stood back and surveyed his handy work.

“You look both ridiculous, and hot as fuck, Y/N.”

“It’s starting to melt. I can feel it running between my legs.” You pulled a face, knowing how sticky it was going to be.

“Don’t worry. I’ll clean you up.”

With that he placed another strawberry between his lips so that the tip was protruding from his mouth and then lowered his head to yours.

You opened you mouth and accepted the strawberry, his lips only millimetres from yours as he passed it to you, you savouring the sweet but sharp fruit. His head remaining bent, he began his feast. Starting with the ice-cream that was melting in the hollow of your neck, he sucked and licked it off you, his hands keeping his hair back and off his face.

You knew it was so his hair wouldn’t get messy but it just meant you could see his lips working away, his tongue darting out and his cheeks hollowing as he sucked the fast melting dessert into his mouth. Working his way quickly down to your tummy, he repeated his actions on the cream that pooling into your belly button, you giggling as his tongue dug around.

“I must say, if all ice-cream parlours presented their dessert like this, I’d never leave.”

He lowered his mouth again, this time his tongue scooping up only tiny amounts of the cold mass that was now seeping between your thighs and starting to form a lake underneath you. You were definitely going to need another shower.

Only eating half of the ice cream, he climbed onto the table next to you, allowing him better access to you as he kissed his way back up your torso to the sauce that was sticky against your chest.

“Want some?” he asked you and you breathed out a yes.

He dragged his fingers along the gooey fluid that coated your chest, pinching slightly as he grazed across your nipple, eliciting a gasp from you.

When he’d collected a fair amount of sauce on his fingertips he touched them to your lips, your tongue swiping across them and tasting the deliciously sweet sauce that was now warm from being exposed to your skin.

Pressing his lips to your neck he kissed his way back down, his tongue pressing hard against your skin and working to clear the sugary syrup off you. As Spencer’s lips moved across your chest, you could feel that familar rush coarsing through your body as he sucked and licked at your skin until there was no sauce left.

He slid down the table until he was positioned by your legs, running his finger through the melted ice-cream residue that was tinting your skin a light mint green.

“Shall we see how the strawberry is doing. They do tend to start falling apart if they get too wet.” He pushed opened your legs, you cringing slightly as you felt the rest of the liquid ice-cream trickling down the inside of your thighs and running over your folds.

“Hmmmm I wonder if I could suck it out. Let’s try.”

Jesus fuck….

The sight of your colleague lowering his head between your legs and placing his mouth to you was something you definitely thought you’d never see. And the sensation of his lips attaching to your entrance and the light pressure as he gently sucked was something you’d definitely thought you’d never feel.

You moaned….loudly. And then felt him pulling away from you and rising from between you thighs, a grin on his face as he held the sodden fruit between his teeth.

Placing his hands either side of you he crawled forward so he was hovering over your body and lowered his mouth to yours again, dropping the strawberry in to your mouth and then pausing to watch your reaction.

You bit down, the outside coated in your slick, but the sweet sugary goodness of the inside overcoming the bitterness as you quickly chewed and then swallowed.

“Good girl. You know, I’ll bet you’ll taste of strawberries now Y/N.”

“Maybe,” you replied, the taste of strawberries mixed with yourself still on your tongue.

“I guess I should start on one out of five. One of out five almost orgasms. I’m so looking forward to having you begging for it by the end of tonight.”

You weren’t.

Yet you knew that you would be.

One last smirk and he slowly retreated away from your mouth and back down your body, climbing off the table completely and tugging you so you slid to the edge of the table. You watched as he knelt on the floor, the table the perfect height for him. And then he began his torture, using his mouth and tongue to tease and flick at your clit, his hair tickling your inner thighs as he moved between your legs.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wondered what his mouth would feel like on you there. One of Spencer’s most attractive features were his perfectly formed lips, which he had a terrible habit of licking or biting when he was mid thought. You’d even caught Emily staring once as he absently mildly sucked on a lollypop one day whilst he was working. When she saw you watching, she’d just shrugged and said “Kids got a nice mouth” before walking off. That ‘kid’ definitely did have a nice mouth, one that he absolutely knew how to use.

It wasn’t long before you were gasping and squirming on the wooden surface, his lips sucking hard on your throbbing bundle of nerves, his teeth grazing it softly as your legs began to tremble.

Just when you thought he was going to let you come, a few seconds more and you would have, he stopped. Pulling away completely and placing his hands on your thighs, stilling them as they quivered.

Squeezing your eyes shut you worked to still your breathing and cool your nerves, the ache you felt in your core slowly subsiding but not going away completely.

“That’s one,” Spencer whispered, the pads of his thumbs moving in small circles on your skin.

“One. Okay. Four more.”

You heard and felt movement, and when you forced your eyes back open you saw that Reid had stood up and had retrieved a towel from somewhere.

Tossing it over his shoulders, he reached down and took your hands, pulling you into an upright position.

“Sit up for a second please.”

“NOW you’re putting a towel down?”

He laughed and spread it out. “Try and get dried wax off a wooden surface without damaging it. Ice cream is easy. Wax, is not.”

Oh… So that was happening then.

“Will it come off me easily enough?”

“It should do. Everyone’s skin is different but for most, it will just flake right off. Do you have a hair tie? If not, I’ve got some elastics somewhere.”

“Front pocket of my bag.”

He retrieved one and handed it to you, telling you to pull your hair as high off your neck as you could and then to lie on your back.

“I need you to lie relatively near to the side rather than in the middle so I’ve got somewhere to rest the pots okay.”

You pulled your hair into a high bun, securing it with the tie whilst Spencer went to fetch water and ice. Just in case, he’d told you.

Just in fucking case?

“Relax….like I said, everyone’s skin is different.”

Okay.

Fine.

You could do this.

You lay back down, your arms flat by your sides and watched as Reid lined up the candle tubs on the table next to you, close enough for him to easily reach but not close enough for you to easily lash out and knock them over. He placed the glasses of water and ice next to them .

He picked up one of the tubs and held his forearm out and you saw him wince the tiniest bit as he tipped the pot slightly, pouring the smallest amount out onto his own arm. It was almost as though he was testing it, the way someone would test a baby’s bottle. He placed the candle back down and held his arm out to you, the wax quickly drying in the air.

“If you touch it now, it should just peel off.”

You did, seeing the wax crumble away, revealing a pale pink mark where it had been.

“That will fade quickly on my skin. On yours, I’m not so sure. We’ll see. You ready?”

“Go for it.” You settled back down and waited, watching to see which part of your body he’d choose.

He went for your forearm too, the same place he’d just marked on himself. He held your arm steady but not so much that you couldn’t move it away, and held the pot high as he poured, you flinching as soon as the molten wax hit your skin.

Fuuuck. Ow Ow Ow!

Intense burning for a second or two.

And then it faded quickly, leaving you with an almost pleasant tingling.

“Okay?” Spencer asked you and you nodded.

“Good, I think.”

His next pour was longer and aimed across your tummy, you sucking your skin in as the heat hit you. Aside from the initial burn, it really wasn’t that bad. It was almost…. Soothing. Like a really really really hot stone massage. Except it wasn’t stones and you weren’t being massaged.

He dripped some more over your torso, spilling it across your breasts and near to the tops of your thighs, you wincing each time but enjoyed the sensation overall. He picked up another pot, one now in each hand and you closed your eyes as two trickles of wax hit your stomach in quick succession, you gasping as he poured for longer this time.

Keeping your eyes closed, you heard clinking and movement.

“I’m going to try something okay?”

“Uh huh.”

And then….

“Fucking hell!”

Wax splashed across one nipple, heat searing through it as you felt intense cold on the other. Fire and ice.

“Oh my god, Spencer. Fuck.”

The wax cooling and tightening on your nipple made for an uncomfortable but confusing feeling, especially as he was now gently circling your other nipple with the cube of ice.

“Ugh… “ you groaned, starting to now enjoy the feeling of the cool cube on your puckered sensitive skin. He moved his fingers to your other breast and softly stroked the now hardened wax away, before applying the rapidly melting ice to it.

“Oh shit….” That felt good. Soothing but tingly, it hitting straight between your legs.

“The wax doesn’t seem to bother you as much as I thought it would. If I was an artist, I bet I could paint an entire landscape on your body with it and you wouldn’t mind.”

He probably could.

The cube now completely melted, he selected another one, rubbing it in circles on your stomach.

Once the skin was cool, he dripped the wax over it.

Your mouth opened in shock at the burn you felt, the applied ice before hand making it even more intense. And painful. So fucking painful.

“Yellow…” you said immediately, without hesitation.

You didn’t like that. You didn’t like it one bit. It had felt like your skin was going to melt off and although you knew it was because he’d cooled the area before and it was the intense difference in the two heats, you didn’t want to feel that again.

He immediately soothed the area with cool water, the burning easing off quickly as he peeled the dried wax off that area of your skin, revealing a bright red angry mark.

“Yellow yellow, or just yellow?”

“Just one. Hot to cold is fine, but cold to hot again would be an immediate red, end of game.”

“Noted. Roll over and get on your hands and knees.” No apology, but then you guessed he wouldn’t. You’d asked for this after all.

You did as he said, some of the dried wax falling on to the towel below.

Starting in the centre of your back, he poured in thin lines, zigzagging from side to the other.

It was less sensitive than your front, ticklish but in a good way, the warm liquid running slightly down your sides, some even dripping off you and onto the towel below before it cooled.

He alternated between different pots, you realising that they were different colours, the wax falling in swirls and splashes.

You giggled.

“You like this don’t you?” Spencer asked, a happy tone to his words.

“It’s feels nice. It’s not as sensitive on my back, it doesn’t burn as much. It just feels warm, like you’re drawing on me with sunlight.”

He laughed at your phrasing and carried on, splashing wax on your butt cheeks, it running down the backs of your thighs.

“Stay still. Can I take a picture so you can see?”

“Yes!”

He reached for his phone, snapping a few photos and showing them to you. Your back was covered in different colours, like someone had thrown paint or you, your pale skin in between the lines, a stark contrast. The wax was now cool and hardened, it slightly tight on your skin where it lay and you could see the different textures in the photos, the colours raised and shiny. You gawked at the photos of your body, bewitched by them.

“Send them to me?” you asked him.

“Of course. Later. But now….. ”

He lay his phone down and disappeared out sight again moving to your raised butt and running his hands over it, the wax peeling and flaking away.

Feeling warm lips on each of your cheeks, you stiffened.

His kisses moved dangerously close to your ass crack, putting you on edge wondering if he was going to cause you to call yellow again.

Spencer trailed his fingers lightly up and down the front of your thighs before moving them over your slit again.

“Time for number two I think.”

Moments later, you felt a finger enter you, probing lightly before retreating only to be replaced by two.

He started thrusting them in and out of you, curling them inside whilst his other hand reached around and started circling your clit again.

“Fuuuuck… ” You groaned out as his long digits hit against your precious hidden spot inside as the pads of his fingertips caressed you.

“Remember Y/N, you’re not allowed to come.”

He pulled out and pushed all the way back in, hard making you cry out at how good it felt.

“But… But I want to.”

“No. You chose this.”

His fingers were working quickly now and you bit your lips together thinking that if he didn’t know you were about to come, he wouldn’t stop.

Just a bit longer, a bit more. You thrust back against his hand accidentally and he stopped, laughing softly and pulling his hands away completely.

You whimpered at the loss of his touch, surprised by the almost cat like mewling that left your throat.

“Lie down Y/N.”

You lay flat on your front this time, sulking and breathing heavily and wondering what he was going to do next.

Nothing it seemed. Well, nothing bad. He quickly ran his hands up and down your back, pulling the pieces of dried wax off you until it was all gone. Some pieces pulled at your skin, others came away easily. The remaining wax on your front had fallen off during his thrusts.

“Stand up.”

You stood in front of him, your legs unsteady from the two almost orgasms you’d been denied.

“Go and start another shower. You’re still a bit sticky in places from the sauce. I’ll join you in a second.”

“You’re sticky too… ” You pointed out. His t-shirt had smears of chocolate and melted ice cream on it.

“I know… That’s why I’m coming in the shower with you.”

serkewen12  asked:

Any tips on how to get your foundation and concealer to not look cakey? I have that problem some times and I'm not sure if it's lack of skill or if I'm missing something. Also any tips for a contouring noob?

*cracks knuckles* Aightsoboom 

PRIMER, PRIMER, PRIMER. Silicon based primers are everything to me. Especially if you have more pronounced pores bc if you put foundation on sans primer it’ll sit in those pores and then you’ll add more foundation to compensate for that which leads to a freshly baked cake on your face. 

Also, I see people putting on a lot of foundation and powder (in real life and online) and yes that may photograph beautifully but in person, it looks cakey. You really don’t need so much foundation for your face.

SOMETHING ELSE I SEE WHICH GRIND MY FUCKING GEARS, is people setting their face with a pressed foundation powder. Now listen if you are one of my beautifully chocolate girls then I get it, translucent powder (and even banana powder) can have you out here looking all types of crazy but there are brands that make setting powders in other shades (I’ll be happy to post some links bc honestly the powders look BOMB and I need some for my clients) but circling back to layering foundations, to do your makeup is to add layers to your skin. putting a heavy powder (or just a fuck ton of powder) on your face over your foundation is to add a layer to your skin which you may not need!

SKINCARE, SKINCARE, SKINCARE. The easiest way to a flawless and smooth foundation is to have a nice, healthy, taken care of base. A lot of times foundation will cling to dry patches on your face (if you have them) or just dead skin that you have on your face so EXFOLIATE, not every day!! At most 3 times a week depending on need, please consult with a skin care professional, I can give you the information of an online one if you would like, she gives a personalized skin care consultation to revamp a routine or help figure out how to deal with any skin problems you may have. She is amazing seriously. (and a personal friend who has skincare down to a science)

Technique!! The technique you use to apply your foundation is a big factor in how the finish will look! I think the best technique is stippling motion, either with a brush or a sponge, really pressing the product into your skin can help it melt and blend into the skin, achieving that flawless finish we all crave.

Concealer, DON’T APPLY TOO MUCH AND ONLY PUT IT ON AFTER YOUR FOUNDATION. Concealer is made for problem areas, and some of these areas are covered adequately with foundation, so put your foundation on first and then take a look, if you can still see redness or breakouts through the foundation then you can conceal them. Also for under the eye again NOT TOO MUCH putting a fuck ton of concealer on under your eye is not only harmful to the very delicate skin under your eye but it causing a lot of creasing as the day goes on. So, conceal sparingly under the eye. Also, try to avoid really heavy or chunky/creamy concealers, I love the Urban Deacy Naked Skin concealers bc they are SO lightweight. 

Contouring is a kind of personalized thing, to adequately advise on that I’d need to know your face shape and undertones.

I hope this helped!! Ask me to elaborate on anything that isn’t clear! 

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