probably a stretch

a real ass guide to life

there’s a lot of shit on here about lighting candles and waking up early to see the sunset and if we are being hella honest, no one actually does that. u probably don’t own candles or if u do there in a closet and the only time you wake up early all year round is never. so here’s a guide to actual human beings.

-wake up when you need to. don’t wake up at 5 to “journal” and “meditate.” sleep is more important. if you have a class at 9, wake up at 8. it’s simple.
- eat something. it doesn’t have to be avocado toast. just have a bagel or a bowl of cocoa puffs.
- have ur meds if u take any
- attempt to look nice. at least brush your hair and your teeth. but honestly no one cares how u dress. if you wanna dress like a stripper, then dress like a goddamn stripper. honestly no one cares. (but if ur in hs try to follow the dress code a little bit?)
- wear makeup if u want, or if you don’t then don’t.
- ur probably not gonna exercise or stretch. who cares. i dont. your friends don’t. if ur feeling up to it then go jog 4 miles, but if ur not then don’t.
- actually try to have a plan of what ur doing for that day. attend ur classes, and do ur work. ur education is hella important. FUCKING DO IT. kill those grades, murder everyone else in that class, impress and surprise ur teacher, parents, and everyone else who thought u couldn’t do it
- attempt to be social. make plans with friends and try to go. it can be lowkey and only like an hr. eat pizza or go to a bar. just have fun.
- eat healthy. eat a hamburger when u really want a hamburger and eat a large pizza when u really want a large pizza but try ur hardest to eat healthyish.
- watch ya shows. who doesn’t love some amazing netflix binges? watch it. do it.
- actually read. books are honestly the best. at least try to pick up the first harry potter.
- go to sleep before 2AM!!!!!!¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ sleep is hella important.
- shower. you don’t need to buy expensive bath bombs or candles and have a fancy bath and coat ur skin in so much lotion that you are a walking wet rag, but try to smell somewhat pleasant.
- do what u want. just make sure it’s legal. have sex, travel, learn how to code, be with ur family, have a family, marry someone nice, build an empire, be fierce, be strong, but most of all: be happy. you live once on this planet. live it to the fullest. and don’t let ANYONE bring you down. not a girl, not a guy, not a parent, or a so called friend. keep your standards high, and heels higher.

Humans in spaaaaace

Had this thought last night as I lay falling asleep. We have all these space-exploration-ensemble shows with a bunch of aliens each of which has some sort of super-human power, more or less. And humans are always given ~leadership~ as their special power. The ability to bring people together, to organize shit, and I always thought, like…what a shitty power. What a shitty colonial “you were a mess until we came in and saved you” power. Drives me nuts. Seems like if an alien species builds a got-damn ship that can fly through got-damn space they probably have their shit together, right? At least somewhat?

So then I figure, what is humanity got to contribute to all these super-beings? We’re just nonsense reckless critters careening through space. Seems like we’d be more trouble than we’re worth.

But what if…I mean, what if that’s us. We’re the universe’s huckleberries. We’ll run headlong into danger, and we’ll *laugh*. And what if…what if we survive and a weirdly abnormally high rate. Like any alien with two bits of math can put together that we should have wiped ourselves out a long time ago with the first set of “hold my beer, and watch this.” So what the shit, how are we still banging around the universe building shit and flying off solar ramps into the sun while doing some spaceship equivalent of an ollie while crushing beer cans on our forehead. Why. Why do we exist.

And then it hits me. We survive. We’re super good at it. Uncannily good at it. So much so that we…I mean, we actually bend probability in our favor. It’s absurd. And it totally falls flat if you actually tell us this (“Never tell me the odds,” said Solo, knowing full well that knowing the odds kills a human’s chances of survival).

So there we are. Careening around the universe. Joining alien crews because they know that with a human on board, especially a cocky human in some kind of leadership position, can warp probability to stretch success in their favor. And they can never ever tell us this. So instead they just pat our heads and tell us we’re just so good at ~leadership~ and that’s what makes humans special

But really…we’re just a bunch of space dinguses.

2

So last night I was watching Villainous and noticed that redheaded kid when Dr. Fung was running to shut off the security system for Black Hat. I was like “He looks really familiar…”

Then it hit me and I can’t believe Brief from Panty and Stocking made a cameo in this show.

So this is a comparison of Yuzuru’s routine before his short and free skate. Basically he did every step his routine with the same timing both times (and probably every other time >___< WOW):

  1. Stretch at the board
  2. Lift his hands when his name is called
  3. Make the cross sign with his hands (to remind himself to keep axis straight in jumps)
  4. Stretch his shoulder (imitate jump take-off)
  5. Put his hands togetherb

They even joke that though Yuzuru’s routine is the same, the cameraman’s routine (angle of camera) is not the same XD

3

save him. 

“Who is that? Who is that!?” Junior barked. He was up on his hind legs as he pressed his face against the front window which looked out on Kent’s drive way. “Who is that?”

“Who?” Kit said lazily without bothering to crack an eyelid from where she was sprawled.

“Him! That guy!” Junior pawed frantically at the glass. “He’s with Kent. Who is he?”

“Are you really going to bark at everyone that comes to the house?”

Junior didn’t reply, and instead, scrambled down from the back of the couch and dashed towards the door just as Kent unlocked it. “Hey, buddy,” came Kent’s voice from the front hall mixed with Junior’s excited yips.

“I cannot believe you actually got a dog, Parser.” Kit frowned as she recognized that voice.

“What? You really didn’t believe me when I said I adopted a puppy?”

“Honestly, you’re weird enough that I half expected to find your cat dressed up in a dog costume.”

Kent’s snort was audible. “Give me some credit here, Swoops.”

“I am giving you credit.”

The voices faded as they drifted into the kitchen with Junior presumably following them. Kit rolled over onto her feet, debating whether she wanted to hide under Kent’s bed or in the unfolded pile of laundry currently in Kent’s closet.

Unfortunately, she took too long to decide, and Kent and Swoops came into the living room, each holding drink, before she could escape. Junior trailed after them adoringly. Kent, at least, stopped to scratch Kit’s head. She had quickly darted up the cat tree and was currently glaring at them from the top tier.

“So, let me guess, the dog’s named after you too?” Swoops said as leaned down to rub Junior’s ears.

“No,” Kent scoffed unconvincingly. “What would make you think that?”

“Your cat,” Swoops said dryly, “is named Kit Purrson.”

“His name is Junior,” Kent responded in mock outrage.

Swoops narrowed his eyes at Kent. “Kent Parson Junior?”

It turned into a staring contest between them, but it was Kent who broke first. “Yes,” he reluctantly admitted. When Swoops started laughing, Kent threw a cushion at him. “Fuck off,” he grumbled.

Junior had managed to scramble onto the couch with them. He had his front paws on Swoops’ thigh as he gazed lovingly up at him. His tail was an excited blur, not even caring that he was whacking Kent’s arm each time he wagged it back and forth. “At least your dog is friendly.”

“Kit’s friendly too,” Kent said, coming to Kit’s defense. He had been randomly flipping through the channels before landing on a rerun episode of a home improvement show with the host that Kit knew Kent had a crush on.

“Dude, your cat hates me,” Swoops said

“She hates you the least,” Kent reassured.

He was right though. If had been anyone else, Kit wouldn’t even be in the room. Swoops was the most tolerable of Kent’s raucous team mates. At least, he’d never drunkenly tried to roughhouse with her like a dog.

Their conversation drifted to other topics, and soon, Kit got bored and fell asleep. When she woke again, the living room was quiet. Yawning, she hopped down and padded quietly over the couch where Kent and Swoops were sprawled out on the sectional.

She had every intention of pawing her human’s face so he could get up and dish out her dinner, but stopped short when Junior perked up when she got closer. He was nestled next to a lightly snoring Kent, but made no move to leave the warm space.

“They’re asleep,” he whispered loudly, as if it wasn’t already obvious.

Kit snorted. “I can see that.”

Junior glanced over Swoops who was ungracefully drooling into a cushion. “I think Kent likes Swoops,” he said conspiratorially, as if it was some big revelation.

Kit rolled her eyes, and had to remind herself Junior hadn’t been around the last two years to suffer through Kent’s unsubtle, long glances and the unconscious smiles that lingered whenever Swoops came around.

Both Junior and Kit were quiet as they took in Kent’s soft expression. “I want him to be happy,” Junior finally said.

“Me too,” Kit sighed.


More Kit and Junior adventures here

ok I canon that Thorne and Cress stay up late snuggling up to each other watching these net dramas. Thorne will probably do that “stretching your arm” move to Cress but she’ll probably just slap his arm away but snuggle up closer && Thorne will pretend that he hates them but secretly loves them & Cress loves it because she never got to do it on her satellite and !!!!!

@cresswellvaneck

I have spent the better part of the past 2-ish weeks working on this, and omgosh I’m so glad to see it done! \\ ٩( ᐛ )و //  
The idea here was to try and design kimono ensembles for each gal basing them on their main outfits/colors and taking my interpretation of their personalities into account. I’m not sure that I actually ‘nailed it’ with these designs, but I had a lot of fun! (❁´▽`❁)*✲゚*

Stranger Boy - Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader

Request - “What about an imagine where the reader finds him really upset that he can’t control himself and admits he might need some help?? Love your writing!“

A/N: so i don’t know where this came from but it just happened as soon as I got that request??? And idk how I feel about it???

The halls were usually pretty quiet at this time of day. Most people had gone home, only last minute crammers and those who didn’t wish to go home, like you, remained. You’d just finished up at the library, pretending you were trying to fit any kind of information into your long term memory, but really reading whatever YA crap you could find on the shelves. Each of your feet plopped in front of the other matter-of-factly, moving as leisurely as possible. Despite hearing cleaners already at the school, you still slugged about. A distant sob-like noise from a nearby classroom alerted you. So, you being you, you decided to investigate.

The problem was, once you were there, it was already too late. In the corner of the classroom, slumped on the floor, was a crumpled looking figure, shaking with its hands held out in front. Really, you could leave. But you knew deep down that you couldn’t leave this poor person clearly in turmoil. As you edged closer you noticed the hands were bloodied. The shaking seemed to intensify the further into the room you moved. A stray floorboard creaked, and the head snapped up. The boy looked haggard, exhausted, but his youthful features lay beneath. The pretty green eyes which were now boring into you, glistened from tears that had been shed earlier on, and straight, neat eyebrows furrowed over at your presence. Despite you knowing this was probably what he looked like on a bad day, the boy was attractive. He wasn’t just ‘hot’, there was something about him which instantly drew you to him, and you just knew that you had to help him. Maybe it was fate.

Starting with a calm smile, you knelt near him, but not too close, giving him personal space.

"Hi. This is probably the most stupid question I could ask right now, but, are you okay?” You kept your voice low and gentle, despite the mental cringe at how stupid you sounded.

The boy scoffed, fuelling a pretty violent shake.
“You’re right. That’s fucking stupid.” His hands dripped a little, indicating to you that the blood must be fairly fresh.

You pulled your bag in front of you, and took out the first aid kit that you were mentally thanking your mother for making you carry.

“Do you have any allergies?” You asked, taking some antiseptic wipes. He simply shook his head, and his eyes told you that he was as grateful for the first aid kit as you were. You took one of his hands into your own, and began to gently clean it with the wipes. The boy winced at the sharp sensation and tensed underneath you, but eventually relaxed at your touch. With all the blood removed, you noticed the wounds were not as bad as they may have looked before.

“Punch a mirror or something?” You joked. He let out a short snicker, but shook his head.

“A person. And then that wall over there, a few times.” He glanced his eyes to the front of the classroom, where upon turning to face it you noticed the cracked paint and marks of blood. In the area was also a desk which had been knocked over. His jaw clenched tightly as you turned back to face him.

His silence wasn’t awkward, in fact, it was oddly comforting, and made your efforts at being a nice person a lot easier, since the human interaction was low.

After both hands were clean, you moved in with some soft bandage. You noticed him shut his eyes as you applied the bandage over his damaged knuckles.

“Looks like you throw a mean punch.” You joked again.

“Guess so.” He exhaled, head still rested on the wall behind him. The shaking you’d noticed when you’d first entered had slowed somewhat, it was still there, but much milder than previously.

“Why are you still at school?” He stayed in the same position, but he spoke almost as though he was trying to make you stay.

“Home sucks. The library here is well stocked - what can I say? What about you? Why you still here?” You edged a little closer to him, checking that your bandaging was secure.

His jaw clenched in response again. “I felt like hitting someone.” There was clear regret in his voice, and his rough words dripped with malice. You took the time while his eyes were shut to study his face more intensely. He had light freckles all over his face, clumping over his nose and under his eyes. His lashes were fairly long, and stuck together from previous tears.

The boy noticed that you had stopped and opened his eyes. Unlike ordinarily, you didn’t immediately defer your glance, but instead studied the shades and contours of his apple-green eyes. He did not avert his gaze either, studying your own eyes.

“I need help.” He stated.

“That’s why I bandaged-”

“No, serious help. There’s-” he threw his head into one hand, gripping at his forehead. You winced at how he was probably stretching his fresh wound. “There’s something really wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing *wrong* with you. It’s just a difference, and there’s nothing bad about getting support for that difference. Tell me what it is.”

“I don’t know what the fuck it is, but for some reason I trust you.” He nodded into your eyes. “It’s my temper. It blows at the smallest fuse and I end up hurting a lot of people.” He breathed.

“And walls, apparently.” You chuckled.

He snorted.

“Why am I telling you everything? Why didn’t I tell you to fuck off the minute you entered?” He wasn’t angry though, just confused.

“I’m not sure, but I’m glad you didn’t.” You risked taking his hand and gently smoothing his knuckles.

“And, even though we don’t know each other, I’m more than happy to help you find what you need to stop yourself feeling this way.”

You noticed that the shaking had completely stopped now. His eyes told yours thank you.

“I’m starting to think maybe you’re some kind of illusion here to put me on the right track.” His eyebrows furrowed again.

“Definitely real.” You squeezed his hand lightly. He squeezed back.

“You’d really help me get help? Even though we know nothing about each other?” Although you both knew the fact, the moment you had shared on this entirely random June day meant so much more to both of you.

“Help a stranger a day keeps the heartless away.”

“What’s your name?” He left his hand in yours and kept his eyes on you.

“Y/N L/N. It surprises me that I’ve never run into you before, but it is a pretty big school I guess.”

“I like your name.” He grunted as he shifted slightly.

“Thank you.” You grinned warmly.

“And I can’t thank you enough for being here and being the angel on my shoulder, letting me vent and decide what I need to do. It was something I needed to do by myself, but having you as some kind of visual representation of talking to myself was just what I needed.” He flashed a small smile, seeming to think deeply.

You smiled. “Any time.”

“My names Montgomery. Montgomery de la Cruz. But a lot of people call me Monty.”

A-Z NSFW: Chen

Originally posted by sooranghaes

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.

why was this so hard to write

A = Aftercare 
This entire post is going to go in the complete opposite direction of this lmao but of course he’s going to take care of you well afterwards. Lesson learned kids, if anyone you’re with brushes off aftercare, kick their ass to the curb, cuz they don’t care about you. Chen’s a shower and relax together, wash each other gently kind of aftercare guy. Plus he wants to cuddle afterwards and no one wants sticky, smelly, gross cuddles.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
I’m not gonna even try and pretend I don’t think Chen is the most perverted of the bunch lmao he always has his hands on your chest. Just…fun to touch tbh. Chen’s abs are coming in pretty nicely, I sure he’s pretty proud of them, his muscles in general are his favorite thing about himself although we all knows its his forehead

C = Cum 
Nana: oh he’s a nasty little shit. He’s that fucker than jizzes in your goddamn hair and you have to wash it as quick as you can before it dries and it looks like your entire scalp is just shedding…

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
Chen really wants to bring it up, because sex is pretty open between you two and all, so he’s not really ashamed, just doesn’t know how to throw it out there, especially since he’s normally the pretty dom one in the bedroom. He likes the idea of being blindfolded and handing the reigns over to you so he has no idea what you’re up to or will do next. But he will tell you…soon…maybe….

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Man I don’t trust his hoe ass….I feel like he’s done stuff already but idk, either way, he knows too fucking much and it makes me nervous. He’s a grown man, I doubt he’s never heard of porn, and the fucking dick popping EXO does, he knows what he’s up to.

F = Favorite position
While he’s kinky, he’s a pretty simple man, plain missionary with your legs tossed over his shoulders is a good go-to for him. Easy position for him to have fun, and you’re kind of tramped a bit, seeing as you’re literally folded in half under his body. You’ll probably need to stretch before hand….I tried putting my leg behind my head the other day cuz I could when I was a kid and I was sure I was going to have to amputate my leg…

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Chen’s kind of a clown, but I think he gets pretty serious and into his ‘character’ in the bedroom. He’s not the soft and floofy Jongdae he usually is, he’s full blown Chen behind closed doors.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
His pits are wild smh I weirdly don’t think he trims or anything down there, I don’t know why, but he just gives me the vibes that he just lets it run free and have a life of its own….

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Chen’s another member that makes up for his lack of romance in the bedroom in your non-sexual relationship. Of course there’s times he tones it back and really shows you his love; makes love to you rather than fucking. But on the norm, he’s a pretty wild man in the sack.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
Pfff who are we playing, Chen jerks off like mad. But lord knows he can’t make a mess in the dorm room with Xiu being his roomie or the older would literally kill him. He takes shelter in the bathroom and handles business like anyone else.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
His secret is he wants to be blindfolded, mainly because you look and react so well when he blindfolds you. He loves seeing your body relaxed and tense all at the same time, never knowing where he is or what he’ll do next; never knowing what he’ll touch next. Watching your skin prickle and your body flinch and you squirm when he brushes a feather against your skin is just art to him.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
[See Risk] Bedroom/Bathroom are really the only two options in his mind, but being that he’s very adventurous with positions, the bathroom isn’t really safe so the bed is pretty much where most of the magic happens.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Chen’s usually pretty blunt with his advances, there’s no sly looks or catching on that you touching his arms means you want to fuck, he just straight out says, “I want to fuck”, and life goes on. But he likes how subtle you try to be, especially when the boys are around, your light touch on his thigh until he turns his attention to you and he can see your eyes clouded with lust. The idea of what will happen later in his mind while you wear that innocent face, it really gets his boner party going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
[Plays into Risk] Chen’s a kink freak and we all know this, but he doesn’t like anyone else but you knowing it, so he’s not here for leaving the safety and privacy of the locked bedroom. Under no circumstances will he leave the bathroom or bedroom, don’t even try.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Do I….do I have to say anything else?

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
I feel like Chen’s a…humper if that makes sense, he’s pretty fast and hard, but he’s not full blown thrusting into you, more like quick pumps because he likes having your body close to his and doesn’t really want to pull away and lose that contact, even for a second.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
While he’s a horny pup, he’s ready and willing to go, unless you want a quickie I don’t see him doing them much. He likes to please you and stretch out the foreplay and tease you for as long as humanly possible. It’s arguably his favorite part of sex, having you all hot and squirming for him, so if that’s cut out of the equation for a quickie, he’s not that thrilled. Quickies do happen frequently though, back stage at concerts or before he has to leave for his schedule, but he’s not too impressed with them. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
I feel like he’s a guy that lives by the kamasutra book, he wants to try a lot of stuff, almost anything just once to see what the point is. He’s not very risky with places, like he doesn’t like leaving the bedroom, but doing things with you, he’s all ears….or dick…whatever you wanna say.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Nana says he’s fuck happy. So basically she says that he’s a quick fuck, dick in a hole only lasts a few minutes, 10 minutes tops, but he’s up and ready for another round so quick you don’t know what’s going on. So Chen’s stamina is pretty high…almost unusually high….

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I don’t trust him….he gives me the vibe of he’s so nasty that you don’t need toys, but he’s such a little shit that I feel like he collects the shit like pokemon? He’s definitely has handcuffs, vibrators, specific silk ties he likes the cool feel on, a few feathers…..

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s….a little fucking shit…..I can see him teasing you to the point you’re literally crying. Like he ain’t stopping unless you use the safe word to tell him to fuck you or fuck off.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Umm high note master Kim Jongdae? It sounds like a fucking opera in that bedroom tf ?? Chen’s a very loud moaner…The whole damn town, let alone the members will hear you and him, I’d invest into some ear plugs if I was you….

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Chen’s a pretty kinky fucker in my mind…and we all know for a fact he’s going to want to try some weird ass position. The first time a legit cramp set in from the stretch, he went into a full state of panic, you had to literally pry the phone from his hands to stop him from calling an ambulance. For someone that dances and works out, he really didn’t grasp the concept of mid-sex cramps. God help him.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Lmao I hate my grandma…..okay here we fckin go. I asked my 60 year old Nana and she said “he’s like the package of hot dogs you get on sale because one’s kinda fucked up. He’s the fucked up one.” aka in her mind, means that he’s slightly below average in length, and more narrow/slender than typical, but he’s just a horn dog that he’ll “hump you into next week” bye

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Nana says, and I quote, Chen is a “horny dog that needs his nutters snipped so he calms the fck down”. And Nana’s word is law. Chen’s sex drive is out of this world, he needs to see a doctor and get some pills to mellow his ass out tbh.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I think Chen is kind of a lazy guy, after sex he’s pretty fckin beat, and ready to just shower and hit the hay. So he falls asleep pretty fast, but tbh he’s just eager to wake up and jump your bones again.

Backup Dancer

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1950ish

Warnings: Cursing kinda a lot

Summary: You’re one of the backup dancers for Zendaya’s Lip Sync Battle. While backstage, you run into the enemy.

A/N: STILL NOT OVER IT  (btw idek how the building goes but don’t worry about it)

Originally posted by hollandoakes

Reader’s POV

Shit, shit, and double shit.

You were running late. You don’t even know how late. All you know is that you forgot to set your alarm last night and woke up naturally thirty minutes later than you were supposed to. And the cherry on top, you almost forgot your costume bag in your apartment, adding another seven minutes to being late.

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Good morning, evening or night everyone! I’m proud to present the first poster for Demon, Arise, my upcoming webcomic, a collaboration with @the-bean-fantroll-team !

Demon, Arise is an action story about Demons and mythology in a modern setting! It’s an ambitious project, set in and around England. It revolves around the life of a seemingly normal teenager and college student, Selena Clarke, and her friend Rory getting caught up in the business of a lone demon hunter. The unusual trio have to stop the Demons from returning to Earth from Hell- by any means necessary, racing against a cult to collect thirteen Demonic books.

The comic is chock full of mythology and magical powers, with a mostly female and LGBTQ+ cast. It touches upon themes of religion, realities of mental illness, and romance to name a few. The characters are written to be three dimensional and realistic with ambitions, fears and strengths rather than just heroes who want to do good.

Lastly, you can expect a late 2018 release, so if you’re interested keep your eyes peeled, and boost the post to get the word around! Also, some beta pages will be posted in two weeks to give you all a taster of what’s to come! Making a webcomic has been a dream of mine and I’d love to put myself and my work out there as much as I can. If you have any questions about the comic- feel free to ask! I’m happy to answer :) thanks for reading!

Making Amends | Joker + Reader

Note: A little fluffy. This is my first request, so excited to be able to fulfill my first! Requests are always open. 
Description/Request:  Can I request a Jared Leto Joker imagine where joker forgets your anniversary and when he comes home he makes it up to you??? – Anon
Warning: None
(Gif isn’t mine)


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Protected: Part Two

Summary: Reader is the younger sister of Tony Stark. After a bad breakup with her abusive ex she moves into the Stark Tower and asks Tony to help her train so she can look after herself and feel safe. Having previously worked at S.H.I.E.L.D as a translator, she fits in with the team immediately and proves herself to be no damsel in distress but that isn’t to say she doesn’t welcome the protective aura of a certain super-soldier.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Tony x Steve, Wanda x Vision, Tony x sister!reader

Word count: 2,216

Warnings: None

A/N: when speech is in italics, it means they are speaking another language.

 (Part One) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six)

 

You woke a few hours later, feeling fully rested for the first time in a long time. You liked waking naturally, of your body’s own accord rather than due to an alarm, or Jake. Most nights you had gone to bed tense, barely sleeping because you were so damn terrified of the man sleeping next to you. Today however, you had slept like a baby; you didn’t know if it was because you were so exhausted, or because you knew you were safe here – probably both.

After stretching (which you regretted immediately as it set off the pain in your ribs again) and shuffling out of bed sleepily, you realised with a groan that you didn’t have anything else to wear. Tony had taken all your other clothes, including your jumper, to be washed, so now your feet were bare and freezing and you had no jumper to wear. Maybe you could sneak into Tony’s room and steal a hoody and some fluffy socks.

You shuffled out of the room, moving sluggishly as you rubbed at your eyes- oomph!

You fell backwards, heart leaping for a second at the sudden impact and you only just managed to stay upright. You held your breath, eyes watering at the sudden movement.

“Sorry,” you squeaked out, looking up at the person you had bumped into. It took you a moment to dispel the fear that had instinctively flitted through your mind, before you realised that it was only one of Tony’s team – James Barnes.

Shit,” the word tumbled out as he stepped backwards. His gaze darted across your face, lingering on the deep purple pigment in your skin.

Sorry, it was my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going ‘cause I was thinking about socks,” you replied, the Russian falling off of your tongue easily. The man cocked his head questioningly and you looked down in answer. His gaze followed your line of sight and you wiggled your toes, which were only just visible under the too-long sweats.

He looked back up at you as you folded your arms over your chest, rubbing your shoulders in an attempt to warm them up. A hint of amusement darted across his gaze and he was silent for a moment, “You’re Stark’s sister?” he asked. You nodded. “Tony told us when he came down earlier that you would be staying here,” he looked back down at your feet and then at your arms, which were covered in Goosebumps. His eyes flitted past the bruises but he only said, “Would you, uh, would you like to borrow some?” he said this in English, with an almost awkward air, which made a small smile appear on your face.

You nodded, “Yes please, that would be nice.” It turned out his room was next to yours, the plaque reading James B. Barnes. You stood half in the room, half in the doorway, lingering, as he went in. He disappeared into another small room – the walk-in wardrobe – and came out a second later with a navy blue pair of thick socks. They weren’t fluffy exactly, but thick and soft, like socks for wearing with hiking boots or something, and they were very nice to keep your feet warm in.

As he brought them to you, he also picked up a dark grey hoody from the chair opposite his bed, handing it to you along with the socks. You slipped it on carefully after the socks, surreptitiously enjoying the hint of cologne that washed over you as you put it on. It was slightly strange to be wearing this man’s clothes, since you had just met him, but he didn’t seem to bothered about it and you were too cosy to care.

I’m Y/N by the way,” you said cheerfully, once again in Russian, following him out into the hallway.

James Barnes, but most people call me Bucky. Why do you sound Russian?” He asked suddenly.

Huh?” The questioned caught you off-guard.

If I didn’t know you were American, I would have assumed you were Russian, from your accent,” he explained.

“Oh, yeah,” you said, switching back to English, “Well I’m a translator, languages are my thing. And uh, well, it’s kind weird and I have no idea how it works but I just- I don’t know I just know languages. I can understand and speak them like a first language for some reason.” You shrugged.

“How many?”

“All of them,” you replied, biting your lip to hide a proud smile at the shock and confusion on his face, “I mean, I suppose it’s not a cool a super power as like super-strength or something, but I love it. It’s not just language though, my power isn’t language it’s more like … communication. Sign language, Morse code, binary even – I just understand it, I guess. Comes in pretty useful in my job.”

He looked impressed.

The two of you talked easily as you took the elevator down to the commons area, where Bucky said the rest of the group would be. You were surprised by how, well, safe you felt around this man. Since Jake you had made every effort to avoid tall, muscular men with a penchant for violence (a difficult feat when you worked in the intelligence field, but still) however it occurred to you now that Jake was very different from men like Bucky. Jake was violent out of his own insecurity and anger, not out of some feeling of honour or the want to protect others.

You were shaken from your thoughts when the elevator opened with a ding! and Bucky began walking towards what you assumed were the commons. Suddenly you were nervous. You knew all about the team, having read their files before and heard about them from Tony, but suddenly you wondered if they knew anything about you. Did they even know you existed before today? You and Tony were close, but both of you led busy lives, leaving little time for social calls. Would they like you? Would they think of you as a burden?

“Are you ok?”

The question surprised you and you looked up at Bucky, confused, “Huh?”

“Oh, well,” he scratched the back of his neck, “Your face was all scrunched up and sad-looking, doll. You ok?” He repeated, a kind smile gracing his features.

You grinned, immediately forcing the negative thoughts from your mind, “Course I am, soldier,” you smirked at his surprise but he didn’t object to the nickname. In fact, if you hadn’t have known better, you would have sworn you saw a hint of a smile at the nickname, “Just thinking, is all. Jesus, do y’know, I am starving! I hope Tony’s got some food,” you smiled again and he seemed slightly more convinced.

“Y/N!” Tony stood up from where he was laying on Steve and crossed the room to you, “Are you ok? Why are you up? Do you need anything?”

You snorted, “Damn Tone, I forgot how much of a mother hen you can be. I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Thanks to Barnes over here,” you jabbed a thumb over your shoulder, “I’m not freezing my ass off. Now, please tell me you have food.”

Tony’s eyes flickered to Bucky for a second, his expression unreadable, and then back to you, “Of course. We actually just ordered pizza and it should be here any second. Would you like to come meet the team and watch movies with us?”

You nodded despite the nervous knot in the pit of your stomach and Tony all but dragged you into the room, “Ok, guys, I know how much you all love my company, so I’m sure you’ll be glad to know there’s now another Stark in our midst,” he pushed you forward gently, “This is my little sister, Y/N.”

You grinned and waved at the group in front of you, “buttttt, luckily, I’m the less annoying sibling plus I actually know how to cook so really, you’re getting the better end of the stick with me,” you quipped.

There were noises of amusement and Sam Wilson piped up, “Y’know Stark, I’m not usually a fan of people that you approve of, but so far, I am liking this girl,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You stifled a giggle.

There was a scoff behind you and you turned to see Bucky sulking in the corner, leaning against a wall.

“What’s got your panties in a twist now, Barnes?” Sam said, smirking at the man. You rolled your eyes at their bickering and turned back to the group.

The others each introduced themselves, sending you warm smiles and friendly jokes. None of them said anything about the reason for your being here, but you could tell they knew. Vision moved very carefully when approaching you to shake your hand, his grave voice seeming to portray more than just the usual ‘welcome to the tower’. Steve’s eyes held sympathy as he looked at you from the sofa and even Natasha Romanoff, the infamous Black Widow, treated you as though you were a delicate porcelain antique.

You would have preferred if they didn’t, but appreciated the thought behind it all the same.

That evening you watched some cheesy rom-com with the rest of Tony’s team, gorging your face on pizza and cheesy garlic bread. You noticed (not that you cared) that Bucky chose to sit next to you on the end of the sofa even though it meant sitting closely, your whole sides touching, since Steve and Tony took up the other end. Eventually you felt yourself drifting, content and full, and your last memory before sleep was of cool fingers tracing your forehead.

The next morning you woke in your bed and although you were still in Bucky’s jumper you had managed to kick the fluffy socks off during the night. You weren’t quite sure what time it was since the room was bare of anything, including an alarm clock, but judging from the light cascading in through the window, it was at least mid-morning. You showered and found that Tony had placed another pile of clothing at the end of your bed. You swapped the T-shirt and sweats but put back on Bucky’s jumper – it was warm, of course.

The hall was quiet as you padded down it towards the elevator and it was only when you arrived on the floor below - where the living area and kitchen was - that you began to hear voices.

“Ah, here she is, sleeping beauty has arisen from her 100 year sleep,” Tony declared dramatically. You rolled your eyes at him and shuffled towards the fridge – you seemed to remember something about left-overs from your part of the takeaway and were hoping they’d been saved. Aha! You grinned and then licked your lips, pulling out the pizza box from the fridge and turning back to the island.

You stopped, “What? What’s everyone staring at? Have you never had cold pizza for breakfast before?” you asked, ripping a bite out of said cold pizza. They all looked amused for a moment before turning back to their conversations and you shrugged. Oh well.

“They’re staring, ‘cause you’re eating my pizza, doll.”

You let out a screech and dropped the box, heart thumping wildly, “Oh my god Barnes, didn’t anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on a girl who’s still in zombie-mode,” you grumbled, leaning down to pick up your poor pizza- WAIT.

You turned back to him, eyeing him suspiciously, “What do you mean … your pizza?”

He smirked, “I mean that’s my pizza, doll. You finished yours last night.”

You squinted at him, “No I didn’t. This is my pizza. I remember, I had left-overs,” you argued, crossing your arms over the box protectively.

He looked entertained by your antics for a second before promptly plucking the box out of your arms and striding back into the living room.

“Hey!” you squawked indignantly, “Give that back!” You stomped after him, ignoring the stifled snorts and sniggers behind you.

“‘Fraid not, doll. I just want to eat my breakfast in peace,” he was still smirking with that stupid god-damn smirk of his and you just wanted to wipe it off his face.

“Oh come on, Barnes, pleasseeee! I’m so tired and hungry, do I have to play the sympathy card with you because I am not above that when it comes to pizza,” you warned, though your voice had a playful chord to it.

He rolled his eyes, “Fine, two pieces. That’s your limit,” he said sternly.

You grinned, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You’re the best, soldier.”

He let a small smile slip onto his features as the two of you sat on the sofa eating the pizza. You sat cross legged, facing him and after a moment of consideration, he did the same. The two of you talked whilst you ate, well you mainly talked and he mainly listened because Bucky apparently wasn’t a massive talker … or more, he talked about the average amount, maybe a little less, and you talked for the Olympics. Had you been facing the kitchen, you might have seen the rest of the team and Tony observing the two of you interacting with curiosity.


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