hours in the copy shop for this

Part 2 of THIS fic got longer than I planned.

(NSFW & some mild emotional angst under the cut for Kait’s Loverboy AU.)

A million thanks to @seeyounextlevel and @book-of-flights for beta-reading my draft and turning it into something presentable (and listening to me whine a lot)


Yuri nearly chokes on his own spit when he feels someone poking his shoulder. He is ready to roast whoever it is that inconsiderate bastard who dares to wake him up so early, when he had barely closed his eyes behind his heart-shaped sunglasses. f only he had the energy to open them fully and glare at the scum who disturbed his slumber. He might be napping on a bench under an oak tree pretending to be awake but since when did people run around, pulling and poking at strangers who—

“Yuri?”

Otabek.

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Breach

As promised, here is a story from Bucharest! Hopefully it makes sense, and fits in with the story. Not only do I have to insert the Reader character into the scene, but I also had to adjust for the fact that Bucky has been living with the Avengers for years. I still think that Zemo’s plan will work in my version of the story.

If you have any feedback, please feel free to message me. I hope that you enjoy this story, which will lead into the bulk of the Civil War events!

TIMELINE- 2016

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You lazed in the bathtub, your favourite book in hand. Despite owning the eReader that Tony had given you, you always had a physical copy of your favourite. It was like a security blanket. And you really needed that right now.

You weren’t sure how many times you had read this book over the past week and a half. It was one of the only things that almost made you forget how far away from your loved ones you were. At least you had Bucky.

Bucky had gone out an hour before, in order to do some food shopping. You didn’t know a lick of Romanian (though you were hoping that one day Bucky might teach you), and you had been feeling so drained that Bucky insisted you stay home (home…) and try to rest. You had agreed, and had been in the tub since then.

You were starting to think about getting out and drying off when you heard a strange creak in the next room. It wasn’t Bucky. You had a hard time sensing who it was. Your emotions had been so strained, and your powers a little off in all of the stress. You would have to rely on your five senses to figure out who it was.

You slowly raised yourself out of the bath, hoping not to make too much of a splash, and wrapped your towel around yourself, tucking it at the side so it held itself up. Next you took up the kitchen knife that you had placed on the sink. Gently turning the doorknob, you opened the bathroom door as quietly as you could, and peered out into the room. A man stood by the fridge, tall and blonde. You would know that figure anywhere.

“Steve!” you cried out excitedly. You put the knife on the cramped table, and ran to him as he turned around, wrapping your arms around him. He pulled you closer and hugged you tightly, not caring that you were making his clothing wet.

“It’s so good to see you (Y/N),” Steve said. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you replied. Now that you were in contact with Steve, his energy filled your heart, and you felt how concerned… no, scared… he was. “What’s going on?”

“Where’s Bucky?” he asked urgently, finally pulling away.

“I’m not sure. He went shopping, but I don’t know where,” you answered. “What’s going on?”

“Something happened at the UN.”

“Oh my god, is Nat ok?”

“She’s fine,” Steve replied. He was glad of that at least. “But there were a lot of injuries. The King of Wakanda was killed.”

You were shocked, and confused. “Why are you here Steve? Can we go home?”

“Get dressed, and I’ll explain.”

You nodded. “Could you… turn around? The bathroom is tiny, so I get dressed out here.”

“Of course,” Steve smiled awkwardly, turning back to the fridge. As he busied himself flicking through some of the restaurant menus and studying the candy bars Bucky had stashed on top of the fridge, you dropped your towel and got dressed as quickly as you could. You knew he wouldn’t turn until you told him it was ok.

You had just put your shirt on when you felt Bucky’s presence. Despite your powers malfunctioning recently, you could always sense him. And he was worried. Again, scared would be an appropriate word.

“I’m done,” you told Steve absent mindedly, and opened the front door, seeing Bucky on the other side, pulling keys from his pocket. His hood was up, and he had much less shopping than you were expecting. What is going on?

“Get inside quickly (Y/N),” Bucky said urgently, and you obliged. He followed you in, closing and locking the door behind him.

When he saw Steve, he smiled, but you knew he wasn’t happy.

“It wasn’t me Steve,” he said, putting the small amount of shopping he had done on the table.

“I know Buck,” Steve replied. You looked between the two of them, still in the dark. The mounting sense of fear in the room though was telling you that whatever they were talking about was serious.

“Wait…” you said quietly. “The UN was attacked…”

“A bomb was set off outside the building,” Bucky filled you in.

“And the man who did it looked an awful lot like Bucky,” Steve continued.

“What!?”

Bucky riffled through the shopping bag and pulled out a newspaper, holding it out to you. You couldn’t read much, but you saw the words James Buchanan Barnes and UN. There was a photo of someone who looked a great deal like your husband on the front, walking suspiciously past a white van. The date was from the day before.

“This isn’t you… the eyes are wrong…” you muttered quietly. “It’s obvious.”

“To you maybe,” he replied. “But most people don’t know my eyes that well. Even I was thrown by it. I thought they used an old photo of me at first.”

There was silence, until you finally asked, “Is trouble coming?”

Steve tensed more than he already was. “Yes. Sharon Carter told me. They’re coming for Bucky, and they know you’ve been staying here.”

“How?” you asked, surprised.

“I don’t know. But they do. Hopefully I got here soon enough. Pack what you need, we have to get out of here now.”

You got to work immediately. You could part with most of the possessions that you had brought with you. You placed your book and eReader into a small bag, and Bucky put in the journal that he had recently started keeping.

Steve lifted his shield from next to the fridge. You hadn’t even seen it there, so distracted by the sudden appearance of your best friend. “We don’t have any weapons Steve,” you reminded him.

“I know. Sam has them in the Quinjet,” he replied.

“Wasn’t it risky to fly that here?” Bucky asked, rushing around the apartment to make sure all of the essentials were packed.

“They already knew you were here, and I needed to get here first.”

“What’s Tony’s take on all of this?” you asked, swinging your bag over your shoulder.

“I don’t really know. We haven’t talked since it happened. But it’s too dangerous to go to him. He signed the Accords, and they are now in effect. He’s legally bound to uphold them. UN attack aside, Bucky is wanted for question relating to his Hydra days. And (Y/N)…” Steve faltered.

“I’m going to be imprisoned, until I can control the powers I have never been able to properly control…” you replied glumly.

Bucky put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly. “Alright, let’s get to the Quinje-” Steve stopped suddenly, and placed his finger against his ear. “Damn, I thought we had more time.”

“What’s happening?” Bucky asked. The fear in the room swelled.

“They’re surrounding the building.”

You heard a distant thump. “They’ve breached it,” Steve muttered. “Out the window I guess…”

You all moved to the window that Steve must have entered through, looking out. There weren’t many escape options for you. “I think you’re forgetting that I’m not 100% Super Soldier. There is no way I can make it over to that roof, or climb down the building.”

“Sam,” Steve spoke, earpiece clearly in place. “We need you to pick (Y/N) up, now.”

You looked out the window again with apprehension, waiting for Sam to arrive, when you heard a bang at the front door. It wasn’t a knock. “They’re breaking down the door!” you exclaimed.

“Sam!” Steve shouted. But there was no more time to wait, as your door collapsed inward. Too many police officers to count were outside ready to take you into custody. They were well armed, while you and Bucky had nothing but your fists. Bucky could use his arm if necessary, but what the hell were you supposed to do?

“What do we do?” you asked nervously.

“We hold them off til Sam gets here,” Steve replied, shield at the ready.

“Come on Sam,” you whispered, watching the officers apprehensively approaching you. You shifted into a defensive stance, and tried to keep your fear in check.

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The Boss Pt.2

It’s a little later than I had planned, but here it is! I hope you guys enjoy part 2! Thank you so much for your kind words on part 1; you’ve given me so much to live up to, haha! (I’m giffing the fuck out of the I’m Dying Up Here trailer).

After your shopping trip with Nat, Bucky wants to see where his money went (4,000 words; 70′s Bucky x Reader; 18+, smut; 70′s Bucky Barnes strip club AU; WOO BLOWJOBS!; Part 1.)

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AVEX Pictures Export Ban

Are you a fan of Yuri!!! on ICE, Assassination Classroom, Osomatsu-san, King of Prism, and more? 

Unfortunately, AVEX Pictures, the publisher of these many anime titles are banning exports of only Blu-Rays, DVDs, and CDs. This restriction has been applied to all of the online shops in Japan, and will be placed in less than 24 hours ( Japan Time 6:00pm, February 15). Orders of BDs, DVDs and CDs will not go through after the indicated time. 

However, if you are desperate to get something , you have before Japan UTC+9 to get a copy on CDJAPAN.  All orders placed before the ban will go through normally. 

Products that have this under the description will be banned. 

Here is the email sent to CDJAPAN customers. 

If you want to support your favourite series, PLEASE go purchase a BD, DVD or CD before the ban is placed… 

KANEJ//”Please don’t leave me,”// MODERN DAY COFFEE SHOP AU// SUPER FLUFF// headcanon

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- There’s a cafe that Kaz likes to go to before school

- he likes the coffee plus all the lil bakery snacks but sometimes if he hasn’t finished all his homework then he’ll go in early and just hang out for a while

- they even have live music sometimes and it’s always very nice and calm music

- he likes it a lot because it’s not a huge or popular place, it’s just like him, the staff, and maybe 2-3 other people, on a busy day

- so anywhoozles

- one day he walks in and they’re training a new barista

- as soon as he walks in one of the baristas training the newbie pipes up,

- “Oh look, we can even start you off eazy. This is Kaz, he’s actually a regular here. You learn his order once, and you’ve got his order for probably a couple weeks, if not more, until he decides he wants to mix things up,”

- Kaz walked up to the register as the newbie smiled at him

- he couldn’t help but to notice her pretty chocolate eyes

- “How can I help you today?”

- Kaz quickly made his order and took his seat, pulling out his laptop to start on some homework

- Kaz kept on working, before he heard a,

- “Here’s your order, sir,” that startled him so much he almost fell out of his seat

- Kaz couldn’t believe this newbie had snuck up on him without even trying, he was known for noticing the smallest and most minute details, and he couldn’t remember the last time anyone had managed to sneak up on him, especially doing so without trying

- he searched for a nametag

- “Inej”

- maybe this newbie would be more interesting than he thought

- months passed and Kaz actually made an effort to talk to her, and Kaz never made an effort to talk to anyone

- he and Inej slowly became pretty good friends, when Kaz was the only customer or Inej was on breaks, Inej would go and sit with Kaz and they would make chitchat until Inej had to get back to work

- Inej always took the morning shift

- one day Inej told Kaz that the cafe was trying a lot of new things to get more customers in

- Kaz honestly hated the idea, he liked the quaint, quiet little coffee shop, but he knew money was money and there was nothing he could do about it

- so he dealt with it as they remodeled, repainted, started a bunch of new deals, etc.

- until one day they decided to try to target a new group of people, since so far nothing was working

- Kaz didn’t really know much about it, until one late night Kaz decided to do his homework there

- /he didn’t usually go in during nights but he had kind of started to because he knew Inej also worked late nights a lot of the times/

- he walked in and walked over to Inej, made his order, and sat down at his normal table

- he noticed that a pretty big band was setting up

- he also noticed that there were quite a few people waiting for the band to get started

- and now more and more people were coming in to watch the band

- he was walking over to Inej when the band started

- they were a super loud, rock, screamo band that made Kaz’ ears want to bleed

- one look at Inej and he could tell that she hated it as much as he did

- they did their best to talk under the music, but the crowd was just as bad as the band

- the fans were screaming and fighting and smashing cups all over the place

- Kaz couldn’t stand it anymore, so he quickly told Inej goodbye and turned to leave

- “Wait, Kaz,” Inej started

- “Please don’t leave me,” it was barely a whisper but Kaz heard every word of it. He didn’t know why but still he slowly turned back and sat back down with the barista as he nodded his head as an okay

- suddenly Inej gestured him to follow him to the back room, Kaz easily obliged, happy to get as far away from the sound as possible

- Inej turned on the light and shut the door and the mess outside was barely louder than Inej’s almost-whisper from earlier

-the room, however, was a tiny storage closet

- “Sorry,” Inej started, “It’s the best I got,” she spoke as she slid down the back wall so that she was sitting on the ground against the wall

- “It’s perfect,” Kaz said, copying her movements on the wall opposite, so close to the other wall that Kaz and Inej’s feet lay side to side

- they stayed like that for hours and hours just talking

- sometimes there were silences but none of them tension-filled or awkward

- all just comfortable silence

- even when Kaz noticed the noise die down

- he stayed

- she stayed

ainahsatsuki  asked:

RFA (including Saeran and V) reacting to MC who loves Yaoi? :)

Oh my God I´m just so excited to write this o(^▽^)o

_Yoosung_

° Yoosung was at your house to help you get your things for the sleepover at his parent´s

° he knew you were sort of an otaku, so he wasn´t suprised to find a bookshelf filled with mangas over mangas

° he himself only read some including his favourite LOLOL characters

° (I guess some sort of doujinshii)¯\_(ツ)_/¯

° “Hey MC, can I borrow a manga from your shelf?”

° “Sure go ahead. But don´t make a mess.”

° as every good fujoshi you kept your most precious copys in the very back of said shelf

° it was a habit Yoosung also hold ¯\_ʘᗜʘ_/¯

°  NOT good….

° “Hey MC what is this about?”

° you looked around and to your suprise he was showing you the cover of Ten Count No.5 (it´s the latest one available in my coutry XD)

° your emergency-yaoi-bells rang and you tried to take it away from him

° “Give that back you won´t like it, trust me!”

° but he held it out of your reach when did this brat get so damn tall?

° “Why do you want to hide it that badly MC?”

° “Because of reasons!” (;¬_¬)

° he then did the unavoidable and opend the book

° of course it was not a page with Shirotani and Kurose talking

° and of course it wasn´t one with Kurose in his childhood either

° it was one of those pages

°  if you want to know to what I´m reffering to please check out Ten Count chapter 27/28  o((*^▽^*))o

° with a bam he dropped the book on the grounf, now red as a certain character involved in the manga

° “M-MC, what is that? Don´t tell me all of theese contain such….. acts??”

° he was the definition of embarassment becoming alive at this point

° “No they´re not! You just had to pick one from the back, hadn´t you?”

° if you say it like that it sounds as if he´s at fault here…

° “I´m so sorry I won´t ever take one from the back again.”

° this poor boy is now shocked for live ヽ(*>∇<)ノ

° but hey MC can like what she wants anyway XD

° sometimes you have to learn the hard way Yoosung….


_Jaehee_

° Finalyyyy~ your long awaited package arrived~

° you said good bye to the postman and now held a big box full of new Yaoi-Mangas in your hands

° BEST.DAY.EVER!!

° as you opend the box the one copy you´ve waited for forever to be realeased in korea happen to be on top

° so why wait when you can enjoy it now  o(≧∇≦o)

° it was called The right way to write Love

° (personally I really enjoyed reading it)

° after your precious box was carefully put away under the bed of course you settled down on the couch and began reading

° when you finished the first story you were almost crying from all the sweetness    ⊂(♡⌂♡)⊃

° but the following one…. dear god forgive me for I have sinned for reading that

° let´s just say the focus was set on interhuman interactions and by interaction I mean in a physical way

° to summarise: it wasn´t something you would want your parents to see             。(*^▽^*)ゞ

° unfortunate she´s Mommy-Jaehee

° since it felt quiet alone in the house you turned on the TV to have some noises

° because of these noises you didn´t hear the door opening and Jaehee calling out for you

° your faced away from the door so you didn´t see her entering the living either

° “Hello, what are you reading MC.”

° because you´re a real fujoshi and your entire focus was on reading physical-gay-interaction (if you know what I mean) it was like she´s talking to a wall

° so she decided to just take a look at what captured your attention so much that you didnt notice her

° bad mistake….( ≧Д≦)

° “My gosh MC what are you reading? What are they even doing??!!”

° to say it was the shock of her life was an understatement XD

° you screamed. she screamen. the girl on TV screamed

° as quick as you could you closed the page and hid the book behind you

° blood was running from her nose and it resembled the colour of her cheeks

° “Let´s just not talk about this again. Ever!”

° a nod was all you could manage to do while going to your room and laughing like a mad man  。(*^▽^*)ゞ


_Zen_

° as always Zen was out off the house to practice his new play

° for you this meant you´ve got some special freetime which you always dedicate to your secret Yaoi-obsession

° this means: singing openings, watching anime, reading manga and fanfiction and of course and liking tons of fanart

° as your anime of the day you selected the masterpiece Junjou Romantica, season one

° while watching (let´s just assume MC is such a big fan she understands japanese) you also read the mangas because why the heck not ? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

° you  know how the second episode ends? Misaki quitting Virgin-Cub

° the same Thing happend in the manga, just a BIT more detailed

° you started hearing the intro-song for the 3rd time this day and couldn´t resist singing along

° while singing you kept the page you were currently reading open, to continue anytime

° but while singing and constantly turning the volume up the arrival of a certain actor remained unnoticed

° he always thought it was simply impossible to not notice him, but there you were, singing some catchy tune and reading some book

° his abnormal bid ego just couldn´t bear that….(҂⌣̀_⌣́)

° it was logical to him to pay you back for that

° standing behind you he coverd your eyes and took a look at the page infront of him

° remember what I said about the manga having more detail?

° you tried to struggle free and hide everything but it was to late

° “MC, what is happening there?”

° fuck, he saw

° “Eh…. you know, when two peoplelove each other they do interactions on a physical level..”

° “I know that! But These are dudes MC, dudes!”

° “Do you want me to become gay?”

° “What? No, of course not Zen.”

° is it to much to expect people to accept your likings? Yes? ok then I said nothing

° you had to explain a LOT to him but in the end he kind of accepted you liking this genre?

° still a bit disgusted tho

° but to distract you from this stuff he walks around shirtless a lot more than he did before, and to show you that he looks a dozen times better than those men    ( ° ʖ °)


_Jumin_

° you had to be careful, very careful…

° because every package that arrived was controlled by one of the security members

° that meant you couldn´t just order Yaoi-Merch online like you used to as a single

° the consequence was that you had to buy all of this stuff either at a shop or ask one of your friends to order it for you

° today you went out shopping and to your luck you were able to do that without any guards following you

° this was the perfect opportunity to stock up on mangas o(≧∇≦o)

° you returned to the penthouse with a bag full of precious new babys for your collection

°  back home, Elisabeth joined you on the big couch where all of the copys layed in a big mess

° she just purred like she didn´t care XD

° 1 houre later you already finished the first 2 volumes of Sekaii ichi Hatsokoi and started with the 3rd

° (if you wonder it´s the case of Onodera Ritsu No. 5)

° you looked at the clock and to your relief there was still an hour left till Jumin will come back

° so you cleaned up the mess you created, planning to continue reading after you´ve finished

° unfortunately you left the book on the couch with Elisabeth

° what was even more unfortunate, Jumin´s last meeting was canceled and to suprise you he didn´t send a text to warn you

° as you put the last bok away in the shelf you heard a scream, Jumin´s scream

° “ MC what is this Piece of junk doing here!?”

° no need to say it like that…¯\_(⌣̯̀⌣́)_/¯  

° “Jumin don´t shout like that you´ll scare Elisabeth.”

° rushing to the living room the worst case scenario already has happend

° he was reading the damn book, right on the page where you left of

° Takano forcing himself on Ritsu once again

° “Jumin, give me back my book, please.”

° to your suprise rather than angry or disgusted he looked more confused

° Thank God!

° “MC why would you read something like that? Do I not satisfy you enough?”

° great now he looked hurt.. but still this is way better than angry

° “What are you talking about? This has nothing to do with you Jumin I just enjoy reading it.”

° he looked like a little confused kid and than did the last thing you´ve expected

° “Jumin! What are you doing put me down this instant!!”

° “No.”

° apparently he had to make sure he still satisfied you for the rest of the day

° so it wasn´t even that bad that he foudn out about your no longer secret hobby


_Saeyoung/Seven_

° I saved the most strange one for him XD

° when he did the background-check on you he also took a look at your online orders

° and there he thought he already was the biggest Fujoshi Queen King…           (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

° this being a critical hit on his ego he made up his mind to pay you back one day

° after you moved in with Seven and Saeran you stopped ordering online and bought every book your heart desired in the local bookstore

° because you just knew Seven would tease you nonstop if he found out about that obsession of yours

° little did you know Special-Agent 707 already had his masterplan ready…

° when you came back he wasn´t on his Computer, which was very unusual
° instead he sat infront of the TV and it looked like he was waiting for you to return

° “Hey Seven what´re you doing here?”

° “Good you´re back I was waiting for you to come back and watch some anime with me.”

° you didn´t exactly know why but you already had a bad Feeling about this

° “Everytime we watch something it´s either disgusting or disturbing.”

° I´m only dropping the words Euphoria and Corpse Party here

° “But MC~ I know you´ll enjoy it this time.”

° Oh God this sounds so wrong

° you gave your okay to watch whatever it was with him

° but when you heard the first tune of the opening theme, you instantly knew what was going on

° but since you watched every freaking Yaoi, even if it was very strange/disturbing you were prepared

° personally, Ai no Kusabi disturbed me XD

° you somehow had the idea he already knew about you passion, so why not do the worst Thing to a Fujoshi? Spoiler

° “Did you know that they´ll cut Ricky´s dick off?”

° “WHAT??”

° he was shocked, and let me tell you to shock him is an Action worth a nobelprice

° MC used Spoiler, it was super-effective

° as if faced Medusa he was now turned to stone

° this means it was MC´s victuuriory

° he stayed like this until Saeran did the ice-bucket challenge to him XD


_V_

° he´s blind so I thought why not write about Drama CDs

° V had an appointment at the doctors to look after his eyes

° you stayed home because Jumin wanted to accompany him very desperately

° being a goog girlfriend you of course let him do that

° for you it meant that you could listen to your new CD over the sound system and without headphones

° said CD was called Kuroneko Kareshi no Nakasekata ( it means something like black cat´s boyfriend to cry for I think..) 

° because of V´s eyesight-situation he decided to focus on his other senses a lot more and invested in one of the best sound systems

° this was to your joy once again o(*≧□≦)o

° you didn´t understand much, but it didn´t matter to you since you were reading the translations at the same time

° did I mention it was really loud and you didn´t notice anything else? Good, Keep that in mind for now

°  one of the things that remained unnoticed was V entering the house

° the first thing he heardwas some strange, male moaning

° he thought you would be cheating an was on the edge of tears

° poor V(︶︹︺)

° but then there was another moaning, also from a male person and this seemed very strange to him

° he entered the livingroom, still unnoticed by you

° you then noticed him because he closed the door a LITTLE to loud which caused you to turn around in shock

° as quick as you could you turnd the sound system off to stop those noises

° “Oh, hey V. Is your appointment finished already? I used the System..”

° you were more than just relived that he didn´t bring Jumin with him in the flat

° “Listen, we won´t talk about that but if this is yout hobby than I won´t say anything. Just don´t let me hear it again OK?” 

° you gave your ok and hurried into the kitchen do prepare the dinner

° by this time V´s head and yours were as red as the tomatoes you were currently cutting


_Saeran_

° his brother dragged him away to do some fishing to “deepen their brotherly-bond”¯\_(ツ)_/¯

° that meant you had finally time to play the game you purchased last week

° after getting comfortable on the couch and putting on some headphones for better sound you hit the start button of Dramatical Murder

° you started right away with Noize’s route

° and of course aimed for the best ending possible

° as you played or red to be more precisely, the hours flew by

° I played Amnesia (the otome-game) and it really took some time to finish a route

° so after you played for like 6 hours straight it finally payed off

° that meant the good parts came, and they weren’t the only thing that did

° if you know what I mean

° you already saw some of the CGs online but damn

° unlocking them yourself and hearing the voice actors while seeing it was way more satisfying (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

° so satisfying that you, however that is possible, didn’t hear Seven screaming that they’re back

° when Saeran couldn’t hear an answer from you he immediately thought the worst

° you finaly leaving him because of how fucked up he is  .( ˃﹏˂̵ )

° don’t think that my poor, precious baby I love you ( ≧Д≦)

° so he was more than happy to see you sitting on the Couch with some headphones on

° “So that´s why she didn´t hear us…”

° of course it was unacceptable that you ignored him

° he had to pay you back for that, that was a sure thing

° so he wanted to see what was more important to you than him at the Moment

° as quiet as he could, he walked behind you to take a look at your Screen

° he didn´t like what he saw….

° the next things happend in only a few moments

° he placed your headphones somwhere els and turned off the handheld-consol you were playing on

° after that you remembered laying on your bed with Saeran ontop of you and already pulling at your shirt

° “MC you were a bad Girl for playing These naughty games. So for that you must be punished.”

° and he did. the whole night.


This was so fun writing I had the fun of my life o(*>ω<*)o Although I lost the document 2 times

I hope you like it and enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing o(^▽^)o

Silver Silence Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader

Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.

Word count: 2,066

Warnings: Fluff and slight anst, Very shy reader, swearing mentions of social anxiety.

You woke up, blinking rapidly at the hovering lights above you and letting out a groan from the sting in your head. The surface you where lying on was cold, and stiff, but there was an obvious softness propping your head up. As you turned your head to the side you noticed you where in the med bay, and naturally you assumed it was because you passed out and Bucky had brought you in. As slowly as possible you sat up, causing light whimpers to cascade from your mouth. No one was around, and the room carried with it, an eerie silence that you honestly felt the need to get away from.  So with that to motivate you, you pulled yourself off the table and began to head to the door. In the hall you where met with that same silence that you found in the lab, not a single drop of noise was forming in the air, all except your delicate footsteps.

Feeling slightly out of breath, even with the fact that you had only walked to the living room, you propped yourself up on the door frame.  There was no one in the site, not even in the kitchen, just scattered papers and game controllers on the coffee table and abandoned boxes of protein bars and plates strewn about the kitchen. Taking all this in you knew exactly where everyone had gone, they were out on a mission, and judging by your surroundings, a urgent one.

You slid your hand into the back pocket of your jeans to grab your phone and noticed it wasn’t there. Figuring it was most likely in your room you began to walk towards the elevators and pressed your floor button.

It felt weird being in your room for some reason, like you had been out of it so long that it was almost less appealing then it normally is, but none the less it was a strange sort of safety from the rest of the compound.  

You searched all around your room but there was no sign of your phone, and even more unusual no sign of its charger either. After retaining this information, and redressing yourself for the day, you ventured back into the elevator, and found your finger hovering over the button for the upper floor.

You hadn’t been out of the compound since you arrived there and it felt like you where just pretending to be a caged animal that could just as easily break if outside your padded cell. With one quick thought you pushed the button for the lobby and walked out the front doors.

____________________

Buckys POV

A commotion in the front of the helicarrier snapped me out of my exhausted daze and caused me to rise to my feet.

“What’s wrong?” I asked Steve as he made his way back to where I stood, his face slightly panicked but trying to remain calm.

“That was Helen, she can’t find (y/n)” he took a deep breath before answering the obvious question etched on my face. “She went to the lab to check on her after moving her from the bed to the table to run tests and she’s not there, she isn’t even in the compound.”

I took a long slow breath and glanced around at the faces behind him, “how long until we land?”

“About an hour” he replied, sighing as he took a seat next to me.  I could feel his eyes on me as I slowly sat next to him, carding my hands through my hair, then feeling his hand on my shoulder.

“She’ll be okay Bucky, she may have just went for a walk.” He reassured me.

I turned my head to look at him, stress already radiating from my chest. “But what if she’s not Steve, what if something bad happened? She’s the most venerable person on this team, she’s the easiest target.” I swallowed.

Steve smiled at me softly ready to reassure me even though he himself was freaking out inside. “She’s tougher then you think.”

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“HEY! Watch where you’re going asshole!” You shouted as a bicyclist nearly ran you over on a cross walk.  It almost surprised you how vocal and outgoing you felt all of a sudden, but then you remembered you where always less shy when it came to the city, and especially when the people around you weren’t world renowned super heroes.

Yes, you do suppose maybe sneaking out of the compound after being hospitalized from over exertion was a bit of a risk, but on the other hand you had previously been on your own for almost 7 years.

It had been roughly 2 hours since you left the safety of the compound and so far you had walked around the park, got ice cream from a vender and even stroke up a conversation with a complete stranger on a park bench, all with only one near death experience. And by near death, of course you meant the skinny prick on his bicycle that almost broke about 5 of your bones if he had hit you.

Luckily though, everything was going according to plan, well a plan you didn’t really have but let’s call it a strategy, as in don’t break yourself.

As you rounded a corner you saw a little movie store tucked in between a boutique and a coffee shop. You didn’t necessary need any more movies, but there was someone who you knew would enjoy some of their own copies. You made your way through the plethora of bodies and pulled yourself into the store, hearing a ring of bells as the door opened and closed.  The shop keeper greeted you with a friendly smile and an almost animated “Good evening!” which he followed with the usual “Can I help you find anything?”

You thought for a moment before asking him where you could find older movies.

He pointed his finger in the direction left of you. “All the way down second to last shelf” he said.

You nodded curtly at him and made your way down the rows of shelves until you stood in front of one labeled “vintage”. You scanned the tittles until you found a copy of ‘Arsenic and Old Lace’ along with ‘The Maltese Falcon” and ‘How Green Was My Valley’. Two of which you didn’t own, but were sure even if you gave them to Bucky that he would let you borrow them when ever.

After checking out you left the shop and glanced at the horizon. Noticing it was beginning to approach night fall, which meant you probably woke up in the lab around late afternoon.  Deciding it was most likely a better idea to head back to the compound now, rather than wait another hour in line for coffee and pastries like originally planned. You found where you parked the car you had conveniently borrowed from tony and began to drive back home.

You felt your bones ache with sleep as you took the last couple of steps through the doors and into the elevator. You’re sure you had a content smile on your face the whole way up that is until it was metaphorically smacked right off as the elevators doors opened to reveal all your team mates standing around the living room with their arms crossed.

“I see you had fun” tony was the first one to speak, making his way over to you. “And really? My Havana?” he asked.

You shrugged sheepishly, shrinking down and mumbling “I like vintage things”

“Where have you been all day?” you heard a voice from behind tony and glanced around him as Bucky began to walk towards you. You felt his gaze wonder down your body, checking for any sign of injury.

“i-I I just wanted some air…” he looked at you with hurt eyes and then shook his head as he passed you and walked into the elevator.  Steve pushed past tony and stood in front of you.

“You should have told us, we were all worried sick, all we had was footage of you walking out of the building.”  He said softly.

You sighed softly. “I didn’t have my phone, and you all were gone I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

“Anything can happen to you out there.” He replied more sternly.

That caused your blood to heat up. “Yeah well ‘out there’ is where I spent seven years of my life alone.” You seethed as you started to back up to the elevator again. “I can handle myself, just because I have you all here to help me does not suddenly make me any more fragile then I was before.”

And with that you went back to your room.  When you laid you bags down on your bed you felt an overwhelming tight sensation in your chest. They were all disappointed. They were worried about you, and as much as that filled you with warmth, it also filled you with guilt.

You knew what hurt you possibly the most was Bucky’s face when he approached you. You couldn’t really explain it, but the handsome solider admitted a feeling in you. Maybe because he didn’t treat you like glass all the time, or the fact that he made the effort to get you out of your room but he was definitely growing on you.

Taking all the courage you could muster up you grabbed the movies you had gotten for him from the bed and headed down to his room.

It took you about 10 minutes of standing at his door to finally gather enough adrenaline to actually knock and when you did all you heard was a soft “come in” from the other side.

You entered, finding Bucky sitting up against his beds headboard, with one foot draped aimlessly off the bed and a book in his hands.  His face held slight confusion but still looked at you almost disappointingly. You clutched the movies tighter to your chest, looking down to the floor in short glances.

“I’m sorry” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. “I just… I’m sorry”

He sighed, looking down at the book then closing it and laying it on the bedside table, before nodding and patting the spot beside him on the bed.  You shuffled over to him, sitting on the side near his legs carefully, facing him instead of where he pointed at.

“I was worried you know” he spoke, causing you to nod. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

You nodded again and then looked down at your lap. “You have reason to worry…” you started. “I know I’m the equivalent of a china doll, but I’m honestly capable of a lot more then you think.” You shifted your gaze to his eyes. “Don’t forget I was on my own for seven years before I came here.”

He let his eyes linger on you as he softened his features. “I know, I know I just have this primitive need to protect you… And I’m not even sure why, I don’t even know you all that well but…” he trailed off.

“You’re broken in mind, and I’m broken in body.” You finished for him. “We are both a little fragile. And maybe you are to me, as Steve is to you. Someone to lean on.”

He sat there with you in the silence that seemed to drag on for centuries, but it was the kind of silence you felt content in, and honestly it felt all the more peaceful knowing his energy resided in it.

“I uh… Got you something” you felt your voice become nervous as you handed him the three movies, with shaking hands.  He took them from you and looked down, reading the tittles and letting a warm smile rest on his face.

“Thank you.” He replied, looking up into your eyes in sincerity.

“I just thought you’d like to have a few movies of your own since you enjoy mine so much.” You smiled back at him.

As you made your way to leave you felt butterflies form in your stomach.

“Oh and (y/n)” he called, making you turn around. “The mission today… We went to a hydra facility for a couple of files.”

You nodded, your eyes fixed in confusion at what he was getting at.

“We know how to cure you.”

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It Just Happens (7/7)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Language, alcohol consumption

A/N: What happens when you’re Steve Rogers’ assistant, one bad night for the both of you, and you end up at the bar drinking it away. What could go wrong with that?

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Originally posted by mostlycap


Stepping off the elevator you slip your sunglasses off tucking them into the open V in your grey vintage mechanics shirt, that was tied up at the ends exposing a small amount of you naval and stomach, your black skinny jeans clung just right in a comfortable manner, your black strappy heels clicked on the marble floor as you make your way through the offices. You carry a cardboard to go box, as you step into the meeting room.

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TATTOO ETIQUETTE MASTERPOST

Hello kids I am coming to you with the vast tat knowledge I have acquired from the last 4 years of working in tattoo shops and getting tattooed. I am currently managing a shop, which means I handle everything besides the actual tattooing. in this post I will be addressing ~in detail~ what you need to know about getting tattooed. This is long but don’t worry, it’s not scary! Here we go. 

Where should I get tattooed?- Tattoo shops and tattoo artists exist on the spectrum of “walk in” (something that can be finished in one session, think tattoo “flash”) to “custom” (something that is drawn as a unique image for a client often with a unique “style”) . Most shops accommodate both, but some are more exclusive, or have a reputation for being either or. If you are looking for a small tattoo on a whim when you’re out with your friends, you will want to go to a shop that accommodates walk ins. If you try to walk in to a shop that is home to mostly custom artists, you might be turned away as these people can be booked out for months or even over a year (yes, really). Both are completely legitimate in their own right, as long as the tattoos they produce are of quality.

Who should I get tattooed by?- Speaking of quality, it is imperative that a client understand the difference between a technically good tattoo and a technically bad tattoo. This has nothing to do with style and everything to do with longevity of the tattoo and legibility of the design. This could be its own post, so until then visit http://tattoosnob.tumblr.com for a myriad of different styles of great quality. The internet is a great resource, but it’s not the whole picture. The number of followers a person has on Instagram is not indicative of their skill. There are BAD tattooers with tens of thousands of followers and a long wait list, and AMAZING tattooers with a modest following just waiting to be given your business. Do some online research for tattooers in your area, or anywhere you’re willing to travel to, and determine if their style and content fits what you’re looking to have on your skin. In the shop where I work, people fly in from California, drive in from up to 10 hours away, and we have locals who live around the corner. I realize not everyone has the means to travel, I’m just saying that it’s not unorthodox to seek out the person who specializes in what you want. I know it can be really intimidating to go to, or call a tattoo shop and inquire about a tattoo. The industry isn’t exactly known for being welcoming and friendly, but trust me, if you have a good idea of what you want and have done your research on the artists, they will appreciate it. The most tried and true way to “shop” for an artist is to take an afternoon and go around your area visiting each shop, looking at portfolio’s, chatting and vibing with the staff/artists, taking their card, and considering your options.

How do I book my tattoo appointment?- Please keep in mind that protocol for each shop/artist is going to be a little different, but walking in will yield the quickest results. If you can’t stop by the shop due to schedule or distance. CALL (do not email or DM, CALL) the shop directly (if you have phone anxiety, make sure whoever is calling knows exactly what info to relay). They will give you ALL the information you need to know based on who the artist is and what the tattoo idea is. I think there is a balance to be struck to expedite the booking process. Keep in mind that you need to know what you want, but that you need to understand your own limitations as a non-tattoo artist. Do not go to a tattooer and tell them you “don’t know” or “don’t care” or want them to “do their own thing”. As well, do not go to a tattooer with a laundry list of expectations and try to micro manage the tattoo. They will likely set you up with an appointment or a consultation. If you are planning something custom, large, that will take multiple sessions, such as a sleeve or a back piece DO NOT ARGUE OR WHINE ABOUT COMING IN FOR A CONSULTATION. The artist may want to chat with you in person to make sure your expectations are aligned, and they may also want to take a tracing of the area getting tattooed so they can plan the design accordingly. This is especially true if you have other tattoos around that area of the body. DO NOT ask to “see a sketch” of the tattoo before your appointment. If you’re tight with the artist maybe they’ll send you a preview on their own accord. The reason being that tattooers are extremely busy and will likely draw for you the night before or the day of. Additionally, people bail on tattoos ALL THE TIME and it behooves them not to waste their time drawing if someone is going to bail. During your consultation you will be asked to leave a deposit which will go toward the price of the tattoo. These are often non refundable but ask them what their specific policy is. At this time, you may inquire about price. You will either be charged an hourly rate or by the piece. Hourly rates vary, but expect between $100-$200/hour. If you are not a local client and are asked to come in for a consultation, my advice is to make a day trip of it! Bring a friend with you and when you’re done, go spend the day in that city or town. If you truly are too far away, they’ll guide you through the process. The shop will likely call you to confirm your appointment closer to the day.

Here is a list of things you should not get tattooed: something you drew, something your friend drew, an exact copy of an existing image/tattoo you found online, images made by an artist or illustrator without their permission.  

What should I expect the day of my appointment?- On the day of your appointment, make sure you eat a filling meal and drink some water (bring these will you as well just in case). Arrive to your appointment BY YOURSELF or WITH *ONE* FRIEND/FAMILY MEMBER. –DO NOT– bring your whole crew to your appointment. Also, do not bring your kid/s. If you are desperate and your childcare fell through, give the shop a call, and ask what you should do. They may allow you to bring your child. Arrive about 20 minutes early to fill out paperwork (bring your I.D. or expect to be given the boot), and to chat about the final design of your tattoo. If there are any blaring changes to be made, it’s normally not a problem for them to edit the design a little. However, it is your responsibility at the time of your consultation to communicate exactly what your expectations are, so that you’re not wasting anyones time the day of the appointment. DO NOT walk in and say “I changed my idea”. Just don’t do it. It’s your responsibility to be confident in what you want from the jump. After you approve the design, they will need to make a stencil, and transfer the stencil to your skin. You can absolutely change the placement of the stencil if you don’t like the placement. They will wash it off and re-do it. You’ll probably get comfy on a massage table and get right to work. You will experience pain similar to a concentrated burning sensation, and as the tattoo progresses it will feel very tender, sore, and sensitive. Depending on the size and duration, you may feel exhausted. If the pain is becoming too exhausting, eat/drink something for some energy. If you’re feeling like you cannot continue, you can “tap out”. You know your own limitations. During your tattoo it is important that you do not move, jump, flinch, fidget, or complain. This will compromise the quality of the tattoo and make it take longer. If you learn after your first tattoo that you do not “sit” well, plan on accommodating for that in the future. There is no shame in doing shorter sessions, but you should let the tattooer know so they can be prepared for how your body will be behaving.

The “easier” spots to get tattooed are- bicep, thigh, forearm, calf

The “harder” spots to get tattooed are- ribs, feet, torso, back 

What should I expect when paying?- After the tattoo/session is finished, they will wrap the tattoo so it doesn’t contaminate anything/get contaminated on your way home. They will give you a run down on tattoo aftercare and might even give you a sheet to refer to about aftercare to take home. At “checkout” you should already have a rough idea of how much you’ll be paying as it would be discussed prior, but I always come prepared with $100 more than expected, plus at least a $50 for sessions that are a few hours long. Tipping is important because your tattooer likely makes a percentage on each tattoo, and do not pocket the entire amount. A portion goes right to them, and a portion goes to the shop owner. Some clients like to bring gifts instead of cash tips, and in my opinion this is more appropriate if you are a repeat customer, but it’s up to you. Cash is always preferred and may even be required for payment. You should inquire about this before your appointment, because if you need to leave to get cash, this will make the shop very nervous. People often try to dodge paying for their tattoos. After you pay, you may set up another appointment to continue the tattoo, or to start a new one. CONGRATS! YOU DID IT! YOU GOT TATTOOED!

Here is a list of things to keep in mind if you want to be a respectful and chill client- Trust the artist, relax and be flexible as best you can (unless you are really feeling coerced, pressured, uncomfortable), try not to be too loud when conversing out of respect to the other artists and shop workers, talk on your phone outside not inside, keep breaks to a minimum, tattoo shops/booths can be small so respect their space (ask where to place your belongings, etc), communicate, ask questions instead of assuming, wait to get tattooed until you can comfortably afford it, understand that while casual environments tattoo shops are places of business and tattooers are professionals, tattooers need to and deserve to be paid for their time, do not expect to be hooked up or tell people you get hooked up, do not assume you are tight with your tattooer and can cancel or reschedule many times or on a whim, always give as much notice as possible for a cancellation/reschedule.  

Here is a list of red flags, avoid these places if you experience the following: tattooing or handling contaminated materials without gloves, discrimination/hostility (sexism, homophobia/transphobia, racism, general rude/crudeness), a tattooer telling you they “don’t” “can’t or “won’t tattoo dark skin, tattooing of people/minors without proper ID and/or guardian present, no way of checking out the persons portfolio before getting tattooed, visible filth, very inexpensive pricing, licenses not openly displayed, tracing/copying the work of other artists without their consent.     

Ummm idk, if I missed anything or if you have questions hmu <3 

anonymous asked:

Peter Parker x Reader where Aunt May meets the reader at a flower shop and finds out they go to the same school as her nephew and tries to make them friends or something???

Originally posted by gounderoos

“Hi can I help you?”

You spoke to the brunette woman who had been wandering around the small flower shop your mother owned for the past ten or so minutes. She looked strangely familiar, but you couldn’t out your finger on where you had seen her before. You had been too absorbed in your algebra homework, that was due in the following day, to notice her.

“Yeah, I need a small bouquet, but they seem to be all gone.”

She had kind eyes, they were a dark brown colour that slightly crinkled at the sides as she smiled at you. She couldn’t of been over thirty-five, forty tops. 

Peering over her shoulder, you could see the empty metal holders that previously had some lilies in. You had obviously been much more interested in the calculations scrawled on your paper than you thought, usually you’d never miss something like that, but today your mind had been all over the place with the never-ending stack of homework you’d been working through.

“Oh, umm, sorry, I’ll go get some more from the back.”

Twisting around you pushed the pale yellow door that blended in well with the wall, and entered the small room that held any spare stock. How hard could it be to make a bouquet anyway?

But as you looked around you couldn’t see any of the paper white lilies that had been selling well for the past week or so. Walking back through the door, you noticed the woman peering over your work curiously, looking scared when she saw you standing in the doorway again.

“I think you go to the same school as my nephew.”

Your eyebrows rose in shock. When you saw her looking over your work you thought that she would be checking over your workings out, that were most probably wrong as math definitely wasn’t your strong suit.

“Really, what’s his name? I might know him.”

Right now the flowers were completely forgotten about, and you were strangely drawn to whatever she was about to say.

“Peter Parker.”

You could feel your cheeks burning up at the thought of the boy who you had grown a slight admiration for over the past couple of months.

Ok… Slight may be an under-exaggeration. You never stopped talking about the boy, it was getting borderline creepy, and your friends were tired of hearing about ‘how perfect he looked in that navy jumper he has’.

“Oh y-yeah. P-Peter, I uh have heard of him.”

Scratching your neck you tried to avoid any sort of eye contact with Peter’s aunt, knowing she would have some kind of smirk on her face. When you eventually looked up, you were right, and it was an exact copy of Peter’s.

“Anyway, I’m really sorry but we don’t have any lilies. But I could take your name and address, so I could deliver some when they’re in stock.”

You took in her details, writing them down on a card, before she left the shop. It was only around half an hour later when you noticed the black leather accessory on the register.

Picking it up, you looked through the cards, trying to find a name or address. Choosing a random card you found the name ‘Parker, May’ printed in black text.


It took a while for someone to answer the door after you had knocked on it twice, you could hear two voices shouting over each other, neither of them wanted to get the door, but you eventually heard dragging footsteps coming closer to the door.

When it opened, you were met with the same person you’d been thinking about on the way here.

“Hi… Is May in?”

Peter stood there in shock, silently thanking May for making him answer the door. Yet, still he couldn’t believe that you of all people was knocking at his door, his reaction probably wasn’t the best though.

He stood one hand on the door and the other on the painted frame, frozen to the spot and unable to move.

“Are you okay?”

You asked genuinely concerned, and the answer you got, you definitely weren’t expecting from the usual shy boy, and to be honest neither was he.

“Sorry, I just don’t get pretty girls knocking on my door very often.”

cute date ideas:

- paint pictures all over each others bodies then wash them all off

- spend hours in a used book store

- get a copy of a cookbook and make all the recipes one by one

- drink too much wine and binge television shows

- sit in a coffee shop together and write for hours

- go on picnics, go stargazing, go nightswimming

- spend all sundays drinking tea and cuddling

my friend is a really smart guy. his ATAR at the end of highschool was 97 or smth, which is close to the highest you can possibly get.

anyway the other day he spent $16 and a whole hour of his time printing off the pdf of one of our subject readings, of which the actual hard copy book version was readily available just down in the uni shop for $13.

University Study Tips

I’ve been studying at uni for about a month and a half now and have found a good rhythm for myself so I thought I’d share some of them

  • handwrite your notes: it’s really tempting to type because you can get more information down faster, but personally I find that the information sticks way better if I handwrite everything.
  • rewrite your notes: I have one notebook for all my lecture/seminar notes. The notes in this book are a complete mess, but when I get back from my lectures I copy out the notes neatly and colour code them in another notebook. The repetition makes the information stick even better and also means I’ve had time to digest the lecture and come up with my own interpretation/analysis.
  • go to the library: personally I find it really hard to work in my room, but when I’m in the library I easily get through all my work, look at the clock and suddenly realise that it’s four hours later. Find the space that does this to you whether it’s the library, a coffee shop or study dates with a friend.
  • get ahead: it’s beyond tempting to wait until the last minute to do your reading for a seminar or an essay but start as soon as you can. Time honestly flies by at uni and early on I had times when I thought I had ages to do my reading and then suddenly realised that my seminar was the next morning and I had three or four texts to read. For essays the earlier you start the better; I started the reading for my first essay a couple weeks ago (about a month before it’s due), which means that I’ve got more time to refine my argument and fill any gaps in my reading.
  • pull your weight: there’s nothing more annoying than having a group project and having that one kid who does no work. Everyone in your group is probably in the same boat as you workload-wise, and you don’t want to end up with that reputation. If for some reason you really can’t get the work done be upfront and honest with your group, but don’t make a habit of doing that.
  • get enough sleep: I’ll admit to failing at this a lot, but I feel miles better and way more productive when I actually get to sleep at a decent time.
  • have fun: make sure you still go to socials and go out with your friends. Sometimes it feels like you’re drowning in work, and I’ve found that it’s easier to tackle it once I’ve unwound for a night.
  • treat uni as a nine to five job: this was the advice my mum gave me before I left, and it really is good advice. Not only is it good practice for when you end up in the real world (eek) but it also means fewer late nights and less stress. I don’t manage this every single day, but I do most of the time. If you can commit to this schedule at least three days a week your work will seem a lot less daunting.
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            It’s been four years since Frank Ocean’s debut album channel orange was released, loved & critically acclaimed world wide in July 2012. On Saturday, August 20 Frank Ocean surprised millions with his follow up sophomore release Blonde. Less than twenty four hours later another version of the album is released alonside a 365 page Magazine titled Boys Don’t Cry.
          

            While anyone can purchase the album digitally via Apple music select fans can purchase the album physically with a copy of the Boys don’t cry zine. In the Magazine fans will find photography captured by Frank Ocean, horoscopes, interviews featuring Frank’s mother and bay area rapper Lil B, poems and raps by Frank Ocean and fellow artist & art phenomenon Kanye West and a physical copy of the newest album: Blonde. The Magazine as of now is only available for purchase through surprise pop-up shops located in Los Angeles, Chicago, New York and London.
          

          When Frank Ocean first took to Tumblr to announce the album it was stated the release would be within the month of July 2015. As time passed and no music was released fans around the world were excited as ever. Following July 2015 Frank Ocean would stay silent creating while every digital outlet possible would release fabricated dates claiming them as official album release days. Dates  such as August 07, September 11, October 09, December 11, January 2016, March 25, June 03 and July 2016 were all supposedly “promising” dates from theses sites and outlets But again, all days would come and go with no new music from the highly praised Grammy award winning singer.


          Aside from guest appearances on albums such as Magna Carta Holy Grail by Jay-Z, Paradise Valley by John Mayer, BEYONCÉ by Beyoncé, The Life of Pablo by Kanye West and Wolf by longtime friend Tyler, The Creator the world had no new music to connect to; at least until the release of Endless. Friday August 19th Frank Ocean released a visual album titled Endless featuring 45 minutes of music (12 songs and interludes) over a black-and-white film of Frank himself building furniture in a warehouse. The Film shot by Francisco Soriano, (the same director behind the video of Frank Ocean’s Lost, a previous record from Channel Orange) would go on to be highly praised and loved by fans and newcomers alike.
           

          With The release of Endless fans flocked to social media to share the film and rejoice in new music. Within the next 48 hours Frank Ocean would again shock fans and digital outlets with the release of two more albums Blond & and the release of Boys Don’t cry Magazine. With his newest projects Frank embarks on a more stripped down, minimalistic soulful sound. The album feels completely stripped down, featuring little to no drums, waves of guitars, pianos, and slight glitches flourished with his voice in command at the forefront of every track. Though listed on Apple as a “pop” record, Blonde is truly a boundary pushing album showcasing diversity, lyricism, and a sound that’s possibly knocking on the door of a new genre all together. Lyrically Frank stays true to himself and doesn’t waste a breath; every song is as meaningful & poetic as it is melodic; touching on topics of love, racism, equality. Frank’s talent of providing vivid scenes of imagery is once again laced through every track, just as it was on Channel Orange.


        With the performance Frank provides on both Endless and Blonde with contributing artists such as Beyoncé, Pharrell, Kendrick Lamar, Andre 3000, The Beatles, James Blake, Rick Rubin, and Tyler, the creator this album screams longevity in a generation of recyclable music playlists.

songbirds-sweet  asked:

Hey! Could you make one of Josh where him and y/n meet in a diner and they ask each other out? :3

Sure!

(also I know you underline book titles but i have no idea how to do that with tumblr’s format)


You flipped through the pages in Gatsby, trying to find the place that you left off.
You finally found it and began reading it, highlighting and underlining when it seemed appropriate. This was your third copy of Gatsby and honestly, you probably needed a fourth. The book was almost falling apart. There were several pages that had highlighter so overlapped that it caused a hole to form in the page.
You picked up your coffee cup to find that it was empty. You silently stood and brought your cup to get a refill.
“Okay,” the barista said, looking rushed. “It’ll be a second. We’ll call your order when it’s ready.” You looked around to see that after the hour that you had been sitting in the shop, it had gotten quite busy.
You simply nodded and went back to your seat, to open your book again.
A few minutes later, you heard your order called out and stood to retrieve it.
As you grabbed the coffee cup, another hand reached for it. You automatically pulled your hand back without the cup and the other person did as well. Looking up, there was a man standing there. He nodded to the drink.
“You can have it.”
You shook your head, “No, no, I think you ordered yours first. I’m not in any hurry.”
The guy shook his head. “Nope I-“
Just as he went to protest further, the barista placed an identical coffee cup next to the first one.
You smirked up at him and grabbed the first drink.
“Wow, I mean, you got lucky. I would have never taken that drink first,” he smiled.
He picked his coffee up and took a sip before quickly pulling the cup from his mouth.
“Too hot?” you asked, only a little concerned.
He nodded a little before whispering, “I’m good. It’s good. Well, have a good day.” He walked off and sat at his computer on the table in the corner.
You sat at your table and opened your book again.
Before long, you heard the chair in front of you scrape across the floor. You looked up to see the same guy from earlier. His drink was now empty and his laptop closed.
“Hey,” you smiled, a little timid due to the fact that a complete stranger had sat across from you.
“Hey, I’m Josh.” He smiled right back
“I’m (Y/N).”
After what seemed like hours of talking, you were convinced that Josh was probably one of the best guys that you knew. The cafe eventually closed and the two of you were left walking down the street.
“Did I tell you that you have beautiful eyes?”
You smiled and looked down to hide your blush. “Thanks.”
“Do you think maybe-”
“Do you want to go-”
Josh chuckled before motioning for you to continue what you were saying.
“Do you maybe want to go and get something to eat?”
Josh chuckled. “Of course I do. I was about to ask you the same exact question.”

2

Hi guys, I felt like I should really share this experience with you. Recently I decided to conduct something of a…social experiment.

The first photo is of me in casual wear. It’s pretty mismatched. I was wearing my pajama top over my tee and had black pants on. My hairs messed up and everything. I look unprofessional, and it’s intended.

I took a walk through an inner city neighbourhood of Brisbane. I asked the police for directions to the library. I bought a krispy kreme doughnut from the 7 11. I went inside the mall and was asked to try free samples several times. I bought the first volume from SnK from Angus and Robert’s. I wasn’t treated any differently, the reactions were warm and friendly. My outfit didn’t effect anything at all.

The second image is me in a salwaar. The hair took effort to get into curls. (Sorry, the mirror was foggy) I had a bit of make up on. I looked good. The outfit was ironed and it looked much better than the previous one. I went to the same shops an hour later. Asked the same guard where the library was. Bought another krispy kreme.

The reactions were totally different. There were no thank you’s. No one asked me to try a sample. The guard was annoyed. When I went into the bookstore the lady at the register followed me around the whole time. When I bought a copy of ‘The storyteller’ by Jodi Picoult, she asked me if I had enough money with me before she scanned it.

I am a fourteen year old girl who has lived overseas for three years. Never have I faced such blatant discrimination.

What is this supposed to mean? You’re good to go as long as you don’t embrace your traditional values? Is this why south Asian girls are embarrassed to wear their saris and salwaars in the open? Is this why we refuse to wear our bindi and play the harmonium? Is this why we think it’s better to be well spoken in English that Bangla, Urdu, or Hindi.

When white people embrace my traditional values, they’re open minded. When I do it, I’m suddenly a nuisance. I’m automatically expected to not be well spoken. I’m automatically a suspect for shop lifting.

Think about that.

Werewolf!Hoseok as a Father

And now it’s time for our lovable walking ball of fluff, our angel, our hope, Jung Hoseok aka J Hope aka hobi aka can I just mention hobi's face for a second bc I think I need to it’s so expressive like we all know the j-nope face he makes (which is fucking hilarious) plus when he smiles it lights up so quickly and his smile is very often followed by his laugh which makes it even better bc hobi’s laugh is magical but also his face is 10/10

  • Original werewolf!hobi here (part two here)
  • On the topic of pregnancy, all of the father related posts are here
  • I could see hobi waiting for marriage to have children but I could also see him having them beforehand
  • I’m leaning a bit more towards after marriage bc hobi seems like he’d like that whole idea of being your husband
  • He’d be more focused on you and your relationship than when you two have kids
  • Of course kids are a want for the future but he’s young and in love and wants to focus on that for rn
  • If kids do happen before marriage, he’d be just as happy too bc he knows with all of his lil heart you’re his other half and kids with you would be amazing, regardless of what titles there are
  • I can see hobi, especially werewolf!hobi, marrying after like 4 years
  • He’d be such a cute husband though
  • It wouldn’t be too different from what he’s like as a boyfriend but both versions are still really fucking cute ??
  • The only difference is he tries to get you to call him your husband as often as he can
  • “Hey hey hey what’s my name in your phone??”
  • “Hobi??”
  • “Damn it I just changed it to my husband why would you change it back I wanted you to say it”
  • I feel like the term pup really fits him bc he’s an actual puppy
  • Lil sleepy hobi waking you up every morning with a soft lil kiss
  • Sometimes it’s on your nose, sometimes it’s your forehead, sometimes it’s your shoulder
  • It all depends on how you two are cuddling and what he can reach without moving bc sleepy hobi is way too comfortable being all snuggled up to you to actually move
  • Hobi trying really hard to be quiet as he makes you breakfast but fails
  • Feels guilty about it for 2 seconds bc he knew how comfy you were and he wanted you to get as much sleep as you could
  • But quickly gets over it bc his love is awake !!!
  • He’s v v close with the boys
  • We all know how much he loves them and spoils them in attention
  • The pack is a very important part of his life and you’re just as involved
  • They all love having you come around bc you make hobi happy and happy!hobi is their favorite
  • Your couch and guest room are constantly occupied by the boys, whether it’s tae just dropping by for a night or yoon being too tired to drive all the way to his own house
  • You don’t mind though bc you grew up around the pack and hobi
  • Whenever you and hobi used to have sleepovers, you’d always see them casually come and go as they pleased
  • It soon became normal to have them come into the room you and hobi were playing around in and then leave after they’d gotten whatever they needed
  • Hobi and Tae would be roommates for a good chunk of your childhoods so to say tae felt right at home whenever he crashed on your couch is an understatement
  • Hobi definitely tears up a bit when you tell him about the bby
  • They’d be happy tears of course
  • But he honestly can’t help it bc like there’s a lil hobi or a lil you that’s gonna be waddling around the house in a year or two
  • There will be a mini Jung that’s the evidence of your love, a lil buddy for hobi to play with and spoil and cuddle whenever he wanted
  • Definitely, 100% hands down would love hugging the lil bby bump
  • He loves cuddling in general but he likes being as close to the bump as possible bc “hey kid how’s it going in there”
  • Every day he kisses it good morning and good night (along with you of course)
  • Super protective over it but also has no issues letting the pack members touch it
  • He makes sure you hold his hand whenever you go up or down stairs bc what if you stumble he can’t have that
  • “Hoseok it is two steps, I can handle this on my own thnx”
  • “But check it out, you also get to hold my hand so plz just take it”
  • Cries the first time he sees his lil bby during the ultrasound
  • It just hits him that all of those nights he spends dreaming about a lil bby Jung in his arms, the hours he spends reading and singing and talking to the bby bumps, are all real
  • It’s an actual bby in there holy shit man
  • Has about ten copies of the ultrasound pictures around the house
  • He’s got one on the fridge, one in the guest room turned nursery, one in your shared bedroom, one in his wallet they’re just everywhere
  • Gives out copies to literally every member of the pack
  • Yoongi secretly hangs his copy up in his studio head canON
  • He turns into a kid in a candy store when he starts shopping for the newest Jung
  • All the onesies, all the toys, all the lil tiny socks bc he can’t get over how tiny they are
  • “Hobi we genuinely do not need 50 pair of socks for a newborn”
  • “But this one haS A TIGER FACE ON IT”
right where we are

CS fake dating AU.

(Because I was watching this movie on Netflix and I heard ‘Thinking Out Loud’ on the radio and proceeded to listen to it on repeat for 4 days.)

(Also because Christmas.)

(Enjoy whatever this is.)

            It’s possibly one of the stupidest things she’s ever done—and she’s done a lot of stupid things.

            But let’s start at the beginning.

            It begins at the Labor Day picnic—because Storybrooke is like some sort of real life version of Stars Hollow, featuring her mother as Taylor Doose, so of course there’s a town wide picnic for Labor Day that her mother insists she drive up for—

            And of course her lack of romantic relationship comes up (when does it not anymore?), and it’s more of that sad smile from her mother, with a half hopeful, trying really hard, “You’ll find someone, Emma,” and then reassuring hugs from her father.

            And this year she gets it from cousin Regina, too—formerly the evil queen of town, practically, all sharp edges and sharp smiles, bitter and angry and full of scathing—but sometimes funny—remarks at the holidays—who is now happily engaged to a widowed lumberjack with a five year old. She’s happier than Emma’s ever seen her, which is great—Emma’s all about happy endings—but even she gets all, “Still no one?”

            And Emma bristles.

            “Yep,” she grinds out, smiling tightly. “Just me.”

            And then Regina had patted her on the arm and smiled condescendingly—and she may have meant well, Emma will grant her that—

            The point is, she didn’t drive up to Maine for the damned Labor Day picnic to be fussed over and pitied by her family for her lack of boyfriend.

            (Which is a choice, dammit.)

            The point is, when she gets back to her apartment in Boston she pulls out a bottle of wine and considers her life and her choices and her relationship track record and the holidays—

            And she’s maybe a little bit drunk and maybe feeling a little bit spiteful, which is how she comes to draft an ad seeking a fake relationship for the Christmas season.

            (She must have been drunk, because not only did she write the ad—she posted it.)

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#127: Baby Series | Diaper Changing

A/N:

Suggestion: Read the other prefs to get a better comprehension

Pregnancy Series Masterlist

First Night Home With The Baby

Breastfeeding

Luke:

Luke fumbled with his fingers, not really saying anything but just biting his lip and looking down at the plate in front of him. The seat next to him was empty and he was starting to grow anxious about what was going on. “Is there anything wrong?” Liz asked confused, noticing Luke’s sudden weird state and she stopped mid track with putting potatoes on her plate. “Yeah, I’m just wondering where Y/N is..” Luke mumbled with a shrug and looked back at the empty chair, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to find an explanation for why you all of the sudden rose from the chair and headed out of the living room. Luke’s grandparents had been ranting endlessly about wanting to finish the dinner that never actually occurred on the day you got into labor, and they had waited patiently until the day you and Luke actually had the surplus to do it, and today was that day. Everything had been fine, William had been sleeping in his baby carriage most of the time and the dinner had started nice and well. You had been acting normal, checking on William a few times to see if he was sleeping well, as you guys had placed him inside Luke’s old bedroom where there was still a bed and a desk, but with a few boxes of Liz’s old clothes that couldn’t fit in her own dresser. But now that you were gone, Luke had started to grow confused and now he had to stand up because it was overwhelming him. ”I’ll go check on Y/N.” He said politely and placed his napkin next to his plate before hurrying towards his own bedroom and opened the door carefully. “Everything alright?” Luke asked worried when he popped his head inside and you looked up at him with a soft smile. “Yeah.. William just pooped.. Everywhere he could.” You said with a sigh and Luke shut the door and walked forward so he could stand next to you. “Literally.” Luke commented and saw the hot mess, poop everywhere on William’s clothes and diaper. “Literally.” You repeated in confirm and threw yet another tissue in the bin next to you. “I have no idea what exploded inside of him but it was making me anxious. He wouldn’t stop making noises in the baby monitor and I’m so happy that I checked on him.” You explained and Luke nodded his head in confirm, helping you along to get a fresh diaper on William when you had finally cleaned him and got him into some new clothes. You stood up with William in your embrace and Luke grabbed the dirty clothes, ready to turn around to wash it but Liz came inside. “Is there something wrong?” She asked with a raised eyebrow but her mouth turned into an o when she saw the mess Luke had in his hands. “Here, let me help.” She smiled at you and headed towards you to take the dirty clothes. “Thanks mom.” Luke said generously and you nodded your head agreeing. “You did the exact same thing when you were his age.” Liz commented and it made Luke’s cheeks blush while you held a hand in front of your mouth to prevent the giggle escaping your lips.

Calum:

Calum smiled softly to himself as he was leaning his back against the wall with his body, his hands filled with bass wires and his eyes glued to the scene in front of him. The studio was filled with giggles, happiness and looked quite like a mess with you, Ashton, Alexander and Michael sprawled on the floor. Today was Alexander’s first visit at the studio, mainly because this was Calum’s first work day since the birth but he couldn’t get himself to leave you guys at home. After 20 minutes of convincing, he finally managed to make you say yes to go to the studio with him, but it also meant that the working process took longer because Michael and Ashton got so distracted by Alexander all the time. But being here for quite a long time meant that at some point Alex would need to get his diaper changed, and that was now. With the help of Ashton and Michael, the three of you teamed up to change his diaper and Calum was surprised to see how into it the boys were. Normally you would connect diaper changing with something gross that was unnecessary to anticipate in but the boys found it hilarious to do, and Michael had total control of doing it to both yours, Ashton’s and Calum’s surprise. “If you’re gonna pee on me Alex, we won’t be friends after this.” Michael exclaimed and you couldn’t prevent the giggles as you stared at him changing the diaper while Ashton threw the dirty one into the bin behind him. “He almost did it to Calum once. We just changed his diaper and put on a new one when he started to pee again.” You commented and grabbed his feet afterwards, Alex’s eyes looking around confused by the two enormous boys staring down at him with big smiles. A poke appeared on Calum’s shoulder and he turned his head away from you guys to look at Luke who was standing with a skeptical expression and had his guitar plectrum between his lips. “What’s wrong?” Calum asked and stopped pulling the wires from each other so he could focus on Luke and it made him remove the plectrum between his lips. “Have you told her?” Luke asked and crossed his arms, leaning his body against wall just like Calum. “No..” He responded and looked back at you guys, a guilty feeling running down his spine. “Don’t you think you should do it? You knew it would happen.” Luke commented and Calum nodded his head with a sigh. He had told himself at least 5 times a day that he should mention it to you but every time you would look at him with Alex wrapped up in your embrace he couldn’t get himself to do it. “I just think it’s too hard to believe.” He mumbled and fiddled with the wire. “As long as you don’t tell her the day before.” Luke said and Calum nodded his head agreeing, his eyes adverting back to you guys on the floor and a sigh escaped his lips with a very small smile on his lips.  

Michael:

“What about this one?” You asked, holding up yet another pink jumper from the row of clothes in front of you and it made Michael furrow his eyebrows and squeeze his eyes to get a better look at it. “Didn’t you just show me that?” He asked confused and swung the baby carriage back and forth, trying his best to get Celeste to sleep again. “No, this one has a panda on it. The other one had a giraffe.” You scoffed and him and grabbed the other jumper, showing the both of them to Michael. He looked confused between the two of them before pointing towards the one with the panda and you smiled in satisfaction and placed it down in the basket you were holding with other baby clothes. Today you guys needed to get out. Not just the let’s go to the park get out, but actually getting out of your neighborhood. You guys had been stuck at home for ages and Michael craved to get out just for a few hours, and that was how you ended up heading to the closest mall, and it was totally obvious that you guys would shop for baby clothes. Not that Celeste needed everything, since the birth everyone had spoiled her with presents such as clothes, toys and fuzzy bears. Small cries came from the baby carriage and it made Michael’s attention turn back towards Celeste and he made a small whining sound to copy her before he picked her up in his embrace and followed you towards socks. “Uhm Y/N.” Michael said all of the sudden and it made your attention dawn towards his and you looked at him with questionable eyes. “I think we’ve got a brown alarm.” You lifted your eyebrows in confuse at first but then your mouth turned wide and you looked at him with understanding eyes. “It’s because of all that milk you produce, jeez.” He chuckled and opened the baby carriage fully. “You wanna do it here?” You asked confused and walked closer so you stood right next to him. “This is a baby store? Do you think the workers would mind?” He asked with a shrug with his shoulders and it made you bit your lip and take a look around the shop. Nobody else was here and the shop was big enough for you to become hidden in all the piles of clothes and other baby supplements. “Alright.” You sighed and removed the blanket Celeste usually slept with in the baby carriage and moved down to grab a new diaper along with some tissues and a teddy bear so she wouldn’t puzzle around in the baby carriage. “See, everything is gonna be okay baby girl we just need to check that Mr. Poopoo pants have visited.” Michael giggled down at Celeste before placing her down on the baby carriage with a towel under her. “He surely did.” Michael said in confirm and grimaced as he started to clean her and you smiled up at him with a laugh and gave him a clean diaper that he seemed to be more pleased than ever to change for her.

Ashton:

“Okay, I’m taking Cloe this time!” Ashton exclaimed as he bowed forward in front of the crib, taking Cloe up from her slumber and cradled her in his arms. “You sure you wanna risk that?” You chuckled, putting the blue pacifier in your hand into Zack’s waiting mouth. He would always be a drama queen when he didn’t have it in his mouth during nursing. “Why wouldn’t I? Every time you change her it’s just pee.” He said with a shoulder shrug and placed Cloe on the nursing table. “That’s because I’m magical. She can feel when it’s her daddy changing her.” You chuckled and stood next to him, placing Zack on the nursing table right next to Cloe. “Well Zack always makes the biggest poops. So I’ll just say good luck.” Ashton chuckled and placed a kiss to your cheek and you looked up at him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, starting to unbutton Zack’s jumper. “Prepare for gas mask.” He said and unbuttoned Cloe’s jumper and he kept on looking towards you to make sure what he expected would happen. You opened the jumper fully and moved it up so you could remove the diaper and just like you expected, nothing but pee was in the diaper. Ashton stared at you speechless, his mouth hanging and eyes wide. “I don’t believe this.” He commented and watched as you giggled up at him. “It’s mommy power.” You chuckled and cleaned him up before grabbing a new diaper and started to put it on him. “Mommy power my ass.” Ashton scoffed at you and lifted his head up to remove some of the curls sticking in front of his face and he opened Cloe’s diaper with big expectations but then closed it fast again. He made a grimace and looked towards you with an angry expression and you placed your hand in front of your mouth. “Is anything wrong?” You asked innocently and cocked your head while staring at him. “Yes Y/N, we’ve got a bingo over here.” Ashton said out loud and you couldn’t control the giggles that escaped your lips as you put on Zack’s jumper. “Well, you wanted Cloe didn’t you?” You chuckled and watched as he started to clean her up with wet tissues. “Next time I’m taking Zack again, at least he doesn’t poop that much.” He stated and shook his head disappointed while grabbing a new diaper and wrapped Cloe into it. “I’ll tell you twice. It’s mommy power.” You said and lifted up Zack into your arms and placed a kiss to his soft cheek, the smirk on your lips never leaving. Ashton glared over at you and watched as you headed out of the bedroom and towards the living room. He looked back at Cloe who stared up at him with confused eyes and he lifted her up into his embrace. “Mommy power, do you believe in that?” He scoffed quietly and looked down at Cloe, expecting her to answer but all she did was drool down her mouth and looking up at him with her hazel eyes.