it was so cheap like wow

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Concept: Kageyama with dimples. There are pictures of him when he was little that Hinata shows to the whole team. Everyone tries to get Kags to smile to see if it's real but that only makes him more grumpy. One day while they're all walking to get meat buns after practice, Hinata is all excited and happy about something and trips and does a flip ionto the grass and Kags looses it, laughing and grinning so hard his face hurts. His dimples are in full bloom. Noya falls into a trashcan out of shock


  • okay but the entire team acting like kageyama’s smile is the Next Big Cryptid,
  • tanaka and noya have polaroid cameras and camo gear
  • they stalk hinata nd kags from the lunchroom hoping to catch those elusive dimples on film so suga will finally finally believe them
  • tsukishima doesn’t give a shit but he gets dragged along by yachi and yamaguchi to wait outside kageyama’s classroom and peek in to catch even just a glimpse of that smile
  • diachi and asahi going to a party store to get those really cheap pranks and joke toys to see if they can trap kags with fake gum and make him grin
  • hinata knowing exactly what’s going on and absolutely loving all the attention his big grumpy friend is getting
  • because it makes it all the more special when kags only smiles for him
  • hinata is really flustered when he sees The Tobio Dimples
  • he loves kags’ smile like wow is it hot in here?
  • “wow kageyama with dimples…..that’s so…fucking..cute…”
  • “shoyou, you’re really gay.”
  • “shut up kenma I know.”
  • kageyama dimples = The Best Concept
The Lucky One Pt 3

Characters: reader, James (Bucky), OC Caleb, OC Marjorie (reader’s mother), mention of OC Kevin Jenkins.

Summary: As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

Warnings: mostly fluff, a lil angst.

Word Count: 2554

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A/N: This fic was originally for Stark’s Tower Movie Challenge ( @hunters-from-stark-tower ). I hoped to have another part or two finished by the deadline, but life happens. :) I’ve based this fic on the movie/book “The Lucky One”. I’m really enjoying fleshing out this story and putting my own spin on it! I hope you agree. Please let me know your thoughts! 

<<<Part Two   Part Three   Part Four>>> 

The Lucky One Masterlist


Originally posted by dailyevanstan


You heard the stable doors sliding shut, breaking you from your reverie. James closed the padlock around the chain and handed the keys to you.

“Thank you,” you responded, throat still a little thick with emotion.

“He’ll be okay,” James assured you. “Caleb. You’re doing right by him, I don’t doubt that.”

“I appreciate that. Have a good night, James,” you said with a sniffle. 

A generous smile touched his lips, this time even reaching his stunning blue eyes.  

“Good night, Y/N,” he echoed before walking away.


The rest of the week, James continued to be the perfect employee. He came early to start any repair projects he saw, fed the horses, mucked out the stalls, hauled bales of hay, and did all of it without complaint. Most days you had to remind him to take a lunch break and when to stop at the end of the day. You wondered if he actually even had an off switch. Around noon, when reminded, he would disappear for that hour for the first few days, but by the end of the week he was bringing a lunch of his own and would spend time with the horses. You could tell he was more comfortable around them and that fact made you oddly happy.

One evening after work was done for the day and James had gone home, you were sitting on your porch with your mother beside you. Caleb was laying on a blanket with his sketchbook, perfectly content. As the sun set and darkness rose slowly, you saw a figure walk past on the main road. It was James walking back from town with what looked like at least 5 grocery bags in his left hand and 3 or 4 planks of wood over his right shoulder. Quite the load to carry over such a long distance, although come to think of it, you weren’t sure where he was staying since there wasn’t much past your stables for miles.

Curiosity got the better of you so the next day, after discussing the training and feeding schedule, you breeched the subject.

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so i was at work today and these two really cute guys came in and got burrito bowls. we were really busy so i wasn’t talking to people nearly as much as usual but one of the guys tells me that they’re on the same check and hands me a coupon. so i go to hand them their food and i hear one of them say “wow! only $6.50? i’m such a cheap date” and he winks at the guy who paid. (and at this point im like, aww that’s cute, but i don’t think much of it.) so i give them their bag and, since we were out of markers and we couldn’t label the bowls, i made eye contact with one of them and told him he was on top and, i shit you not, he just smirks at the other guy and goes “as usual!”

caddy shack

in face melting heat, jean and eren discuss many things of extreme importance while ogling their supervisor levi. ererijean. this is just self indulgent sillies

“You know what I like?” Eren asked.

“Suckin’ dick?” Jean teased, but his heart was only half in it, he was too busy fanning himself on the bench in the caddy shack. The oppressive heat had sap leaching out of the wooden boards giving the place a sickly sweet smell. It was only slightly better inside, in the shade, than out on the course.

“Yes, but also…” Eren struggled upright, which was difficult with Jean draped over him. “Watching Levi drive around in the carts.”

“Mm,” Jean agreed.

The humidity was so overwhelming, Eren’s hair was curling around the brim of his baseball cap, which was unfair Jean thought. And Jean’s eyes looked very honey colored in the bright light thought Eren as he stuck a blade of grass in Jean’s ear only to have him slap it away. Out in the distance, the groan of Levi’s golf cart drew nearer.

“The wind tousling his silken locks.”


“The sound of the shocks crying out in pain as he speeds over the hills,” Eren continued wistfully.

“He likes speed that one,” Jean said, putting his hat over his eyes.

“The grinding noise the cart makes because he has no idea how to use the clutch,” Eren said as they heard the telltale sound of their boss swearing at the cart.

“He doesn’t need it, the carts simply obey. All bend to his will. I’ve seen him break a nine iron over his knee.”

“The way he squeals to a halt in front of the caddy shack,” Eren sighed as Levi hit the curb with some vehemence.

“It’s like peals of laughter,” Jean chorused.

“The way he says—“

“What are you little cock gobblers doing?” Levi snapped, kicking the bottom of the bench where they were thrown across.

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RFA+Saeran+ Reacting to MC With Nipple Piercings

How would they react to you having them, or wanting to get them? I wanted to write this out for myself, and figured you all would enjoy it as well!


Already Have Them:

- The first time he sees you shirtless his eyes get so b i g. He honestly never thought much about them on someone else, just knew it was a thing, so he’s surprised when it gets him even more excited than he thought he could be.

- He immediately wants to play with them- Tweak your nipples and see if the rumours about the piercings making you more sensitive are true, but he realises he uh…Needs to ask and make sure you’re okay with that first.

- He loves them so much more than he could imagine. When you surprise him with new jewelry, talk about possible new piercings, he’s having trouble calming himself down even in public. You’re killing him. Killing him.

Wanting Them:

- The very first thing he would do, if you expressed wanting them, was smile and explain how he loves you for who you are, and that you never have to change your body or anything like that for him. It takes a lot of talking for you to explain you’re wanting this for yourself and not because you’ll think he’ll like it.

- HOWEVER- This doesn’t mean he’s against you doing it. He helps you figure out the best place to get it done, how much it’ll cost, and schedule a time where he can accompany you so he can at least be moral support. He’ll let you squeeze his hand, but oooh buddy if you so much as whimper he’s 10000% worried and hurting for you.

- The heal time is long, but he’s extra mindful about your sore nipples. Even when hugging you. At first it’s hard, especially during sex, but after a few awkward moments, he’s got it down pat and happy that you’ve done something you enjoy.

- There is a brief, BRIEF, moment where he considers piercings, but with his job and how painful they seemed…Best not to get any. 


Already Have Them:

- It does break his immersion of foreplay a bit. He’s a bit confused as to why you would get them, what he should do with them, and mainly why in the hell you were willing to hurt yourself like that for something no one would see.

- After a few questions, and how he should touch/play with them, he lets the subject rest. It’s something he would disprove of normally, but it’s your body and after a while, he does like them… He just has to get over that initial shock.

- Expect him buying fancy bars/hoops for you after a bit. E x p e c t  i t. It’s going to be another thing he tries to spoil you with.

Wanting Them:

- N o. At first he’s stubborn- Why would you get that? What would you hurt yourself like that? There are infections and getting things like that-

- Due to his upbringing he’s going to sound harsh at first. Tattoos, piercings- Anything ‘alternative’ he’s used to looking down on, but a long discussion clearing any worries and how he can pay for the best piercer out there, and he’s okay with it. He is still worried about how much it hurts you though.

- Getting them opens his mind a bit more, and he starts learning to be more open minded to different life styles. Baby steps! But he’ll especially be more open to any other piercings/tattoos you were thinking of. He just wants to make sure you pick the best out there!


Already Have Them:

- He will always think you’re super brave for doing such a thing, but he will be completely red-faced seeing them. I mean, let’s face it, seeing you topless for the first time AND seeing them would have him blushing 10x more than usual.

- He is su p e r careful with them. He’s even too scared to touch near your nipples! You would have to coax him along and teach him what feels best for you, and how to avoid hurting you. It is a bit of a turn on, especially since he never thought you would have had them in the first place.

- Sometimes he would shyly ask you questions about it. How much it hurt, does it feel weird, etc etc. But until its been a g e s, it’s going to take him a while to admit he loves them, especially during sex. It’s easy to tell, though.

Wanting Them

- When you first tell him, he’s a red sputtering mess. “D-Do whatever you want! It’s your body!”. He doesn’t want to be someone who makes you feel like you have to do everything for his approval. But he is a little happy his opinion matters to you.

- But when you get them done? First he’s a little miffed that someone else is getting to see your chest, but over all he feels s o bad that you’re going through so much pain! When you give him a thumbs up afterwards, he’s happy you feel okay, but his legs are a bit shakey.

- He is great at reminding you how to clean them and finding the best brand care. Though…He does shyly ask if you think he would look good with a piercing or two.


Already Have Them:

- Her first reaction is to nearly ‘protect’ hers from the pain she images you had to go through. That mainly results in her hands almost reaching to cover her own, before she realizes and puts her hands down again.

- It doesn’t do anything for her, or does it turn her off. They’re just there. She does look up some safety about them though. Making sure you take care of them and get the real good jewelery.

- She does think they look cute, and she does suggest a cute bar set once or twice.

Wanting Them:

- W h a t. Why would you do that to yourself, firstly, but…actually, no just why?

- It takes some explaining, and her rattling off the risks, but she agrees to it as long as you let her research the best place to do such a thing.

- She’s too squeamish to watch, so she looks away and holds your hand as it’s done. She’s helping you the whole time, and after a while she muses possibly getting another piercing for her ears.


Already Have Them:

- When you’re topless for the first time, he’s about as red as your hair when he sees them. At first you can’t gauge his reaction, he’s kinda quiet, but then he starts asking what is/isn’t okay with them.

- Once that is out of the way…He is teasing you non-stop. He l o v e s them. He loves how they look, how you blush when he gingerly plays with them, how just licking around them drives you crazy…

- But he definitely buys you gag jewelry. Ridiculous sexual ones? Gimmicky ones? You had to make him stop when he found some that looked like sheriff’s badges.

Wanting Them:

- He doesn’t mind what you do with your body, as long as you’re okay with it and its not going to be harmful in the long run. So when you bring it up, he cheerfully agrees that you should do it! But after a few moments he gets a bit red realizing that… you’re going to have nipple piercings.

- He’s extra careful during the healing process, but… He’s a little sullen that your nipples are off limits for at least a good month and a half. Possibly even more… So he promises to give everywhere else twice the amount of attention to make up for it.

- The whole situation does bring up questions on if he should get pierced…and what parts of him should.


Already Have Them:

- He loves you

- Okay okay, honestly he wouldn’t have minded if you didn’t have them, but the fact that you do just spurs him on. Especially with how cute you are. Pairing that up with secret piercings? He’s Going.

- He knows to be careful with them right off the bat, but if you’re okay with it, he’s going to be bringing them into foreplay as much as possible. Teasing, dirty talk, (light) pulling. He loves them and he thinks you’re even more amazing.

Wanting Them:

- Surprisingly, he sputters for a second before making sure you’re not doing this because of him. He stresses that you never have to change yourself for him, ever, and it takes him a minute to approve because he’s very worried he’s made you feel like you have to.

- Eventually, once it clears up that you’ve been wanting them for a while, he’s very stern about finding a good piercer. Be prepared- He will give him his signature glare if they so much as smile once your shirt is off.

- He already knows how to help you through the process, what products actually help the healing… Though, once you’re able to change them, he may try to quietly suggest matching jewelery…


Already Have Them:

- Honestly, it wouldn’t phase him much outside of the first initial shock. He would just be like “Wow! You are so brave to have done that, haha!” and then carry right back along with what you guys were doing. 

- Honestly, the only time he may get put off with anything like that, was if you got a drunken, cheap, and badly inked tattoo.

- Overall, he’s just happy to be with you, and happy that you’re comfortable with your body. He may ask if he can use you as a interesting nude model.

Wanting Them:

- He’s surprised at first, especially considering how painful it’s going to be, but he encourages you to do what you want! He’s a bit worried about the whole process, but as long as you stay smart with it, he’s alright.

- But when you’re in pain? During the process and after? He feels so bad for you, and wishes he could take the pain away. You’ll catch him kind of pouting slightly after you accidentally irritate the piercings, but if you smile he calms down.

- Although………He is going to spoil you with piercings, just like Jumin would. He’ll find the most aesthetically pleasing ones for you, ones that manage to fit your personality to a T, and they’re always beautiful.

Gems Don’t Dance

I literally do not care for all this gemsplaining or if you are dance inclusionist or exclusionist all I know is

  1. I AM GAY and YOU ARE GAY?? wlw solidarity?? you heard of it or???
  2. I REALLY LOVE FUSION DANCING and want. it. back.
  3. AMETHYST deserves to DANCE LIKE THAT without Pearl’s judgement only because it is ??sexual?? and not about her!
  4. On that topic, I want to see a thin femme gem handle a big gem with the softness they always get? And I want butch gems be allowed to be seen as graceful or soft? You know what the issue is if you are even remotely aware of the topics in su criticism??
  5. The Rubies perform gymnastics. A cheerleading routine. That can be seen as a form of dancing. It’s good enough for me. It’s great.
  6. The dancing is done to synchronize forms which same gems would not require. I get this is why Amethyst and Steven didn’t need it but they could have had the funniest sweetest moves together….
  7. Stevonnie doesn’t require anything cus two humans yes wow good lore

Oh Honey, I Don’t Share: Sebastian Stan.


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Warnings: Orgasm denial, dom!reader, sub!seb, dirty talk, jealousy, possessiveness, masturbation, teasing, begging, oral sex (Sebastian receiving). Semi-public blowjob. He has to try to be quiet. And no touching!! Praise. Needy Sebastian (like wow so needy). Semi role reversal, but not really.

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So my dad needed to make room on his shelf so hes like “hey you want this ps3″ and im like sweet so now i have a ps3 in my room 

So im like hey i can use this thing to browse the web and watch shit yea? rad. 

So I do that. 

And I’m like hm.  Anime tho. 

Wow crunchy roll monthly sub is pretty cheap.

Wow I can just buy one month and try it out. 

Wow I can like sit on my bed and watch anime all comfy. 

Wow I just watched anime for 7 hours. 

So I guess im caught up on bnha and I am finally gonna watch FMA brotherhood all the way through since ive only seen like scattered episodes from back when it was on adult swim. 

Harper's Bazaar Magazine June 2017 Q&A with Lu Han

Q: How will you spend your birthday this year?
A: I think I will spend it at home with my parents. 

Q: In your mind, what were your worst and best birthdays?
A: Ah? I forgot the worst, but the happiest was the Shanghai concert, which left a very deep impression. They kept (the surprise) from me. I only found out on stage. 

Q: Were you surprised? 
A: Definitely, because I’m quite an emotional/sentimental person.

Q: When you were younger did your mom prepare for your birthday?
A: When I was younger she did. But later on it wasn’t a surprise anymore. When I celebrated my birthday I normally nagged at my mom. Maybe a month before my birthday I would start talking, always hinting: for my birthday I want to buy this, I want to eat this flavor of cake. I said it all myself, and then the second day I would surprise myself, yeah!

Q: Did you ever receive a nice surprise for your birthday?
A: When I was younger I didn’t understand, so I thought expensive things were nice surprises.

Q: You understood the concept of expensive as a child?
A: In middle school and high school I understood the idea of expensive things, but I never received anything expensive.

Q: Have you ever been pleased by giving someone else a gift?
A: I gave my parents birthday presents before. After getting my first paycheck I gave my mom a purse. She was pretty happy, but she never used it. My mom is pretty cool, but I guess I didn’t give her the right kind because later on I gave her another bag, and I realized she always chooses that other bag to carry.

Q: What were you scared of the most, as a kid?
A: I was the most scared of going home because as soon as I went out, I didn’t want to go home. Every time I went out to play, I would ask if I could stay at my friend’s house for the night. Children are all like this– they all want to go out and play, and they don’t want to go home. Once you go home you have to sleep. I slept at 9.

Q: Were you naughty as a kid?
A: I was. My parents both hit me, and they hit me together (at the same time). If my grandparents were home then they would play good cop, but if they weren’t home then the whole family would be bad cops. The harshest was when they hit me together.

Q: Did it help if you acted cute?
A: I never acted cute as a kid; I’m not the type to act cute.

Q: Would you admit to what you did?
A: After I got hit then I admitted it. I was stubborn so I never owned up before getting hit, but after getting hit I did.

Q: Why did your parents hit you?
A: It was because I was naughty. It was all my fault.

Q: Until when did they hit you?
A: Until I was pretty old. It’d happen every time I did something bad, naughty, overly playful, or if I didn’t listen. 

Q: Did you ever rebel in your youth? Like fighting.
A: This time was pretty explosive. Because I’m an Aries, I have a short fuse. I didn’t even know why I exploded; during middle and high school, sometimes someone would say something and I would explode.

Q: Like when you were playing ball?
A: Then I was agitated everyday.

Q: Were you angry at the other team or at your own teammates?
A: If my own teammates didn’t play well, I got angry, but if the other team stole the ball from my teammates, I would also get angry.

Q: Did you perform singing at school?
A: Yeah, Lao Gao even performed with me. Like “Orange Soda”, and “If You Love Me Don’t Leave”.

Q: And after that you got popular? The legendary “most handsome student of Haidian”?
A: No, I was pretty popular before that too. At the time my school even sold the DVDs we recorded, and it was very cheap. Then a bunch of elementary and middle school kids would always come to our class asking for autographs. Really, you can ask them.

Q: Did it feel good?
A: It felt really good. I’m an Aries, and back then I was a stereotypical Aries; I really liked to show off. At the time I knew I was popular. We could walk by the high school to get food, but I would always choose to walk through the middle school, and after walking through, I would finally go eat. Every time I walked through the hallways, so many female students would say, “Wow Lu Han”, and I heard them all and continued walking. I was too immature when I was young.

Q: Back then was it annoying to have so many people watching you?
A: No, I was really happy.

Q: If, like Changsheng, you were told you only had one year left to live, what would you do?
A: I would have fun. I would just play soccer, get kebabs, sing, and play King of Glory. Glory glory, for the king.

Q: Will things from the drama appear in real life?
A: Yes, definitely; shouldn’t it be like this?

Q: Like finding Yourong to confess?
A: Then I have to find someone I like to confess to. There’s only a year left.

Q: If you only had a day left who would you spend it with?
A: A day? That’s too harsh; it’s not enough time. I would probably just spend it by myself.

Q: What about your parents?
A: If it was the last day then I’d rather not. There would already be a lot of suffering, and if I saw them wouldn’t it be even more (difficult to leave)?

Q: When your drama starts airing will you watch it?
A: I will watch it and my parents probably will also watch it. We’ll watch it together.

Q: If you watch it with your parents will it be awkward?
A: No.

Q: What if it’s a romantic scene?
A: That’s fine.

Translated by JP.

So it’s finally been enough time that I can coherently gather my thoughts about Mark’s tribute to Carrie

Let me just start of by saying that being there in that room for that was without a doubt one of the most heartbreaking, raw, beautiful, brutal, moving experiences of my entire life. I don’t care that I didn’t get into the TLJ panel. There is no way anything from the TLJ panel could have ever compared to this.

I must admit, at first I was worried. The way the announcers were hyping up the room before it actually started was… questionable. I was getting antsy that this was just going to be some spectacle for cameras rather than a real tribute to Carrie.

But then Mark came out. And my heart stopped because holy shit I was in a room with Mark Hamill. As amazing as that was, I hated that it had to be under those specific sad circumstances. But it’s been two days and I still really haven’t processed that I was in a room with Mark Hamill for an hour?

I think five minutes passed before I started crying. And after I started, I didn’t stop until the whole thing was over. I honestly think the guy sitting in the seat next to me might have been worried if I was ok or not (I wasn’t, tbh). I’m not normally sentimental when it comes to death though. Most of the time, memorials end up feeling so cheap or fake to me. But this was… the opposite of that.

I still can’t get over how incredibly raw, honest, and candid Mark was. I know a lot of you all probably streamed it, so I’m not going to rehash every little detail, but just… wow. His smile and laughter was ridiculously contagious. And at the part where you could tell he was holding back tears… oh my god I just fucking broke. I’ve never felt so close to a celebrity in my life and I doubt I ever will again. But sitting in that room it truly felt like we were all sharing grief and healing together, and like the line between celebs and fans was blurred. You could tell that he was going way off script from what he had planned for a lot of it. There were stories he started and didn’t ever get around to finishing because he’d get sidetracked by another memory he wanted to share. It was really nice and surprising to me to see how much Mark truly seemed to be loving being there and talking about Carrie. Even as he started to run out of time there were clearly so many other things he wanted to say that he hadn’t gotten the chance to. And even though it’s definitely the most I’ve ever cried in public, it was also some of the hardest I’d ever laughed in my life. There were no gimmicks, or sugarcoating, it was overwhelmingly real.

There are very few times when I’ve seen such genuine proof of two people loving each other than from the stories Mark shared that night. Just, the way he talked about her, the way his eyes lit up, or he laughed when remembering something funny she did or said… that’s not something you can fake. Even though I was in a room full of thousands of people, it was one of the most intimate experiences of my life. And the part where he said something along the lines of “Carrie loved you. And I love you too.” I was a sobbing wreck. 

I feel like I know Carrie fisher more now, through Mark’s love for her, than ever before. And it fucking sucks because that only makes it harder and only makes me miss her more. But it was also healing, for all of us there, I think. I’m such a sappy loser that I’m crying as I write this but this was just such an emotional experience and I don’t think the gravity of it will ever quite settle for me. I know it’s not my authority to say this, but I can’t help but feel confident that Carrie would have been very happy with that tribute. And I can’t even begin to describe the sort of love I felt for Mark that night that hasn’t gone away since and probably never will. They are both such rays of light in their own unique ways, and I feel so incredibly lucky that they have existed and touched my life like this.

Ok time to stop typing before I make myself cry anymore. This is a little less coherent than I hoped for, but, yeah.


@kuudessilma dyed my hair and now I’m punkrock ginger and our hair colors are complimentary

Purple Hair

Request: “Could you please write a Clint Barton x reader where the reader has powers like wanda but instead of red her powers are purple and she has bright purple hair and dresses grungy xx” -Anonymous

A/N: This is my first imagine so I’m sorry if it’s not the best but I still hope you like it! 

Pairings: Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: I’m pretty sure none.

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      “Hey how’s it going Twlight?”

      You roll your eyes at Tony’s comment.  You had been an Avenger for almost a year now.  You would have thought that by being part of the team for that long that you would’ve gotten some respect especially considering you powers but that definitely wasn’t the case.  On the contrary, it was rare for you to go a day without hearing some cheap joke about your “grungy” appearance (usually coming from Tony).

      “Wow, how original Tony. You’re hilarious. Have you ever considered becoming a comedian?” You ask with obvious sarcasm.

      “Actually I have.  Have you ever considered joining Nirvana? You’d-”

      “Come on Tony, leave her alone unless you want her to kick your ass.” says Clint as he cuts Tony off while walking into the kitchen.

      Clint was the Avenger who you had grown closest to ever since you arrived.  He tried his best to help you feel welcome and never said anything negative about your purple hair or your way of dressing.  He was also very protective of you and everyone knew it.  Of course you just thought he liked you as a friend or even a sister and nothing else.  However, you liked him more than a friend but you never thought he would want to be with you.

      “What’s wrong Clint? You always the first to make fun of people! You know what? Now that I think of it I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say anything bad about Y/N. Oh My God are you two-” Tony says teasingly.

      “Tony…” Clint warns.

      “So I’m right? You’re just defending your girlfriend? How did I not see that coming?”

      Using your powers you levitate nearby apples and throw them at Tony’s direction. “Hey! Alright alright I’m sorry! I’m leaving!” Tony yelled as he dodged the apples.  You and Clint couldn’t help but break out laughing and you of course couldn’t help but love the way Clint laughed.

      “You’re the best, Y/N.” Clint sighed as he took a seat next to you.

      “Thanks Clint.” You smiled.  Both of you sat in an awkward silence for a bit but you couldn’t help but notice that he kept looking at you. “What?”

      “Nothing it’s just about what Tony said about you and me,” he paused “Well I was wondering if you-you don’t have to if you don’t to-but I was wondering if you want to go out sometime.”

      “You want to go out with me even though I’m constantly being judged by how I dress by literally everyone else.”

      Clint take his hand into yours. “Listen I don’t care about everyone else and you shouldn’t either. If you like the way you look and it makes you feel happy then you shouldn’t let other’s opinions bother you.”

     You smile as you look up at him “So you really want to go out with me? Purple hair and all?”

      “Yes purple hair and all. After all, purple is my color.”

Dagger (part 1)

AU: Mafia

POV: Reader

Rating: PG-13 (For the violence and occasional language)

Summary: As the sister of the leader of the most dangerous gang in Seoul, you’ve done a pretty amazing job at maintaining a low profile, and not letting anyone know what family you belong to. Your life is normal, despite your brother’s intimidating, yet respected, image. But what the people don’t know, is that you’re Big Bang’s secret weapon, their Trump Card.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4(end)

“I don’t have to go there every day you know!” I whined, dumping my bag on the ground.

“Yes, y/n. You do.”

“I should be in some assassin school”, I retorted, “Not middling with people who can’t even tell an M4A1 from an AK47. I do not belong there. They give you homework oppa. HOMEWORK.”

My words made my brother snort and that only made me more frustrated. “I should have known this was the reason you stared.” He said, still grinning. Still not taking me seriously. “You know I don’t want this life for you right? I want you to make something of yourself.”

Unfortunately, our argument was interrupted by his stupid phone, ringing its stupid ringtone, at the wrong time, as per freaking usual.

Jerk.” I cursed.

“Bitch.” He replied, and proceeded to answer his phone.

As I reached my room, I dragged my bag pack behind me, too exhausted to even keep it in its regular place. They had made us stay afterschool for decorating the auditorium because our seniors had conveniently ‘forgotten’ to do it, and it was already dark by the time we were done with the task. My mind yearned for some action to get the school off of me.  I heard Jiyong shuffling down in the hall, and as if answering my unspoken request, he yelled, “Suit up kiddo, we’re going hunting.”

The next few moments were a blur of changing into soul pleasing black, and loading all my guns. The only thing I took time in, however, was deciding which one of my knives was going to adorn itself with the blood of my victims tonight.

When I reached down, Jiyong was already dressed and ready to leave. Acknowledging me with a nod he made his way out indicating that Seungri was already at the gate, waiting for us. TOP, Taeyang and Daesung were already at the site, to set up some traps. Just in case any of the inhabitants decided to make a run for it. You’d be surprised at how often those losers turn out to be disloyal cowards.

Seungri opened the front door to the car, like a gentleman, and I stepped in, before Jiyong could claim that spot. He made a sound of annoyance, but I just stuck my tongue out at him from the window. Seungri stepped in next to me after Jiyong had taken his place in the back comfortably, and from the driver’s seat extended an arm to draw in my seat belt. “Don’t want the lady to get hurt because of me, now, do I? Especially when she looks so dashing.” I just chuckled at his smoothness, whereas Jiyong was not half as pleased at this advance. “I’m about to puke, and then kill you, Lee Seung Hyun. That’s my baby sister.”

“Damn, treating me like a lady is sickening? Then what does taking me to a massacre stand for?”

“Shh. I’m trying to load my gun. Don’t want it accidently going off in your general direction, do you?”



“Can you both be nice to each other at least once?” Seungri chimes in, in his ‘mom voice’.

“If you’re asking so kindly.” I answer with a little wink. Jiyong made more puking noises in the back. Sometimes I wonder how this dork has empires worth millions. But then again, other times, I’m helping him construct them.

We stopped about one block away from where we were supposed to go. Which reminded me, I did not even know what we were doing tonight. “What did they do?” I ask, looking out at the only lit apartment in the abandoned neighbourhood.

“They traded with some big shot under our name, and cheated him. Now he’s after my neck, and I want those bastards to pay for it.” He answered, with anger evident in every syllable he pronounced.

The three of us got out of the car and were joined by the others. They already had masks on, which made understanding what they were saying difficult. The fact that they were whispering, wasn’t helping.

“Can you take that thing off oppa?” I asked Taeyang, who seemed to be surprised on hearing my voice, almost as if he wasn’t expecting me to be there. He shot Jiyong a look, but then uncovered his mouth by dragging the mask to his chin, and went on. There were about 15 of them, and we needed them dead. That was all I needed to know. After a bit more briefing, we finally made our way down to get some work done.

Being in a team with the five people that had been protecting me for as long as I could remember, even when their own lives were at stake, gave me a blood rush. A feeling of gratitude and at the same time, completeness came over me. Walking in the dark as a single unit, with our footsteps unconsciously in sync, I felt like I was a part of them.

TOP unlocked their door, somehow managing to make zero noise in doing the task. We walked in, one after another. Each having the others’ back, with guns at ready. With Jiyong leading the way, we followed close behind. Alert. Tiptoeing to the upper floor where light was pouring out from, we took our positions outside their door. There were distinct voices coming from inside, they were excited to have pulled off their stunt, and were most probably drinking. All our eyes were fixed on Jiyong, waiting for his signal. After taking a quick peek in to check the possible escapes routes and to make sure that all of them were in there, Jiyong put up two fingers, and as soon as he turned them towards the door, we poured in. All six of us aligned at the entrance blocking their exit way with guns aiming right at them, all set to shoot, even if they so much as twitched a finger.

“What the hell” one of them, presumably their leader, gasped, which made his glass of whatever cheap drink he was having fall from his hand and on the table. Making the pungent smelling liquid flow everywhere.  

“It’s a little too early to celebrate, don’t you think. Wow, did you really expect to get away after pulling a bullshit stunt like this? I’m literally physically offended right now.” Jiyong stated, in the most dramatic voice he could conjure. Meanwhile, one of the guys thought it was a good idea to shoot him while he was in the middle of his ‘speech’. The bullet grazed the cloth on his arm a little, probably because the guy who shot was too drunk. But before his bullet even touched Jiyong, Daesung had already fired at the man and now he was lying on the ground in a pool of blood and alcohol.

Clutching his heart for a dramatic effect, Jiyong said, “I came out to have a good time, but I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.” Finishing the sentence, he finally showed a little seriousness and turned to their leader. “Let’s make a deal, you spineless git. Tell whatever bastard you made an ass of, that it wasn’t us who did it, and that it was actually you cowards who bank on other’s identities like parasites, to intimidate people, and I’ll let at least six of you live. Otherwise, this place will turn into a Quentin Tarantino movie and I’ll enjoy every second of it.

A second bullet flew, this time at TOP who was standing right next to Jiyong, but luckily he dodged it within a fraction of a second.

“Bad choice”, Jiyong growled. And on cue, all six guns started firing while stepping forward, aware that the bullets would only get us so far. There were shots fired from the other side too, from the men who had not forgotten to bring their guns, while others simply took shelter behind tables and poles. On getting close enough, TOP took the guy who had shot him by the collar and punched him across the face. The man tried to retaliate with a punch, which was immediately blocked with one hand, while the other landed more punches, till it was covered in crimson.

I stood a few feet back while the boys moved in front of me as the first wall of defense. My gun was still in my hand, watching their backs. A group of thugs ganged up on Seungri, but he was joined by Daesung and the duo stood back to back, fighting of all the attackers as a well-furnished team, accustomed to each other’s moves. Taeyang, TOP and Jiyong too were busy knocking off teeth and breaking bones, as sounds of gasps, thuds and occasional screams echoed off the walls of the room. But something seemed off. There was still a puzzle piece missing. And contemplating this, unintentionally, I let my guard down.

In a matter of seconds, someone snatched the gun out of my hand and my back was being held against his chest. Putting the gun on my temple, the boss of the organisation yelled, “You shouldn’t bring weaklings on a mission, G-Dragon.” Which caused everyone to stop dead in their tracks. “It would be a shame, if I had to kill someone so young and beautiful, just to get back at you. So this time, let me propose a deal, drop your weapons like a good boy, and maybe I’ll let this one here see another day. Otherwise..”

“Otherwise what?” I interrupt. Catching him off guard. I used this opportunity to elbow him in the side, which made him take a step away in surprise more than pain. He tried to get a hold of me again, but his arms were stealthily dodged as I ran across from him, and instantly turned, stepping on one of his knees for support as I wrapped the other leg around his neck, which dis-balanced him and he fell. I got up from the ground and moved to his front, hoping to strangulate him. But before I could make it, a realization struck him, he raised his hand and took a shot at me. The bullet grazed my cheek, and I felt hot blood drip down from the wound. “Wrong move, bitch. Wrong. Move.” I snarled, as he got to his feet. Taking my knife out by its hilt, I flung myself at him, slicing the vein his neck before he could take another shot. Blood splashed across my face as the older man fell down with a thud.

The commotion that had resumed sometime while we were fighting, suddenly came to a standstill as the underlings stood with their jaws hanging. Their boss, lying dead on the ground with blood still gushing out of his wound and pooling around his limp body. A girl, not more than 18, walking away from the corpse with blood smeared all over her and the weapon that did it all still in her hand.

“You bitch”, one of them cursed as he lunged at me. Shifting to a side to dodge his punch, I caught his extended arm and stabbed him, never breaking eye contact as his pupils dilated and his eyelids fell shut. The other five joined me and as a single unit, we killed every single person in the room. Like an artist drawing a masterpiece, our movements were fluid, coordinated. Where one left off, the other picked up and within what felt like seconds, it was the just the six of us who remained standing.

“Well that was interesting.” Daesung broke the silence before it got awkward. “We should head back now, there’s nothing of interest in here anyway.”

Nodding in agreement, we headed out back to the cars. While I was getting in the front seat, beating Jiyong to it again, I turned back to give him another teasing look. He, however, was nowhere to be found. What was odd, was that Taeyang was missing too. I stopped halfway from getting into the car and went up to TOP, who was standing near his car, smoking a cigarette, “Oppa, have you seen Jiyong oppa anywhere?”

Putting out his cigar on the hood of his car, he threw the butt in a nearby dustbin. “Yeah he and Taeyang went back to the building to see if there were any clues as to who the guy they cheated was. They’ll be back in a minute, don’t worry. Meanwhile, let’s take care of that cut. There’s a band aid in the car, let me go get it.” With that he turned and opened the door to his car while I was left with an uneasy feeling. But I shrugged it off as he shut the door and tearing the cover, gently covered the bruise on my cheek with the adhesive tape.

“Why do you all keep flirting with my sister?” His low cracked voice made TOP wheeze. “Ji, if I ever make the horrible mistake of even looking at her that way, you are more than welcome to draw a blade through my heart. No questions asked.”

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary, hyung.” Taeyang spoke up in a gentle voice. “And it’s about time we were on our way. Daesung-ah! Let’s go!” He yelled out which made Seungri and Daesung break up their conversation. Seungri pointed to the car indicating that he would be waiting for us, while Daesung walked up to us.

“Y/n, we should head out too. I don’t really want to listen to the maknae whine all the way back home.” I giggled and bowed to the other three, wishing each other good night, we parted our ways.

The ride back home was fairly silent, except for the music that was blasting from the car stereo. When we reached the turn that separated our way home from Seungri’s, Jiyong told him to drop us off there, and head back to his place, we could walk back home, it wasn’t even that far off.

“But hyung I really have no problem…”

“Go. It’s okay. Get some rest.”

And so we ended up walking back home in the dark, the sounds of our footsteps resonating in the dark empty street.

“What did he say to you?” I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.

“What did who say to me?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Youngbae oppa. He took you aside to say something to you dint he?”

He let out a deep breath and looked down at the ground. “It was about you. He thinks this is too dangerous for you. He asked me to tell you to quit.”

Boyfriend MJ

Originally posted by astrobinn

  • Tbh he’d be a really childish boyfriend
  • Also playful
  • He’d be the type to beg and pout all the time bc he wants cuddles & kisses
  • You would bake/cook for him and he’d eat everything all at once
  • “Wow, Y/N, you’re such an amazing cook~”
  • A sweet bean
  • Loves cuddles and hugs
  • Squishy
  • You like to squish his cheeks
  • He’s so chubby
  • Loves taking you out to cheap fast food dates
  • You would be feeding him burgers and fries and sharing a milkshake
  • Imagine his mouth being all stuffed with food omg
  • The perfect gentleman
  • A bit too clingy
  • Likes pillow fights
  • Also likes holding you in his arms
  • Watching Iron Man/superhero/action movies together whilst cuddling on the couch
  • Sings for you all the time
  • Would be really flustered when you say ‘I Love You’
  • Nose pecks
  • He would buy you a cute fluffy white puppy for Christmas
  • You two would play with the puppy and cuddle with it in bed
  • Taking the puppy out for walks in the park together
  • 4D couple
  • Would tell you lame, corny jokes to make you feel better when you are sad
  • Matching couple bracelets
  • Would allow you to wear his favorite mint colored hoodie
  • It’d be slightly bigger on you
  • He would scream and cuddle you to death in his hoodie
  • Always happy
  • There’s never a time when he isn’t smiling
  • His smile makes you feel better in 00000000.1 seconds
  • Very supportive
  • Caring and respectful towards you
  • He loves seeing you do the things that you love, it makes him so happy
  • But then against, he’s happy 25/8
  • Would take you out to karaoke for a date
  • You guys would sing ballads together and it would be a perfect duet
  • Always gives you wet sloppy kisses all over your face
  • Tickle fights
  • Cuddling it out afterwards
  • Buys candy for you and you two would share it all together
  • When you guys would Skype, he would send you all these hearts on camera
  • He would adore your voice
  • And face
  • And everything about you
  • Also adores your existence
Taste Testing - Malia Tate

word count: 800 even 
warnings: swearing, mention of boobs (?) i mean boobiez are cool

“Wow, I can’t believe you brought me to Europe.  I can’t believe they let me on the plane.  I can’t believe they didn’t kick me off the plane for digging my claws into the seat when we went through turbulence.  I can’t believe-”

“Mal” You giggled as you adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder.  I was very excited when Mom told me she had an extra ticket and thought of you” Malia grinned a big smile and wrapped an arm around you.  “And I’m glad you owned up to your actions about the whole seat ripping thing, even though the stewardess was quite baffled how a teenage girl managed to rip open the seat” You stifled another laugh as she frowned.

“Yeah… yeah she had it out for me though.  Didn’t give me a refill of my pepsi.  But to everyone else she did” You rolled your eyes and wrapped your own arm around her waist.  “Anyways, how much farther till we get to this…. What’s it called again?”

“A tasting festival” You answered.

Your mother had moved to California when she was pregnant with you from Spain about sixteen years ago.  You’d visited once to meet her family when you were five, but haven’t been back since then.  But, her Christmas present to you was two tickets to come back over the summer, with a friend.  Or girlfriend in this case, which took a lot of begging and persuading.  Your mother gave in though, because who could deny Malia’s puppy dog eyes?

You both had to promise her no funny business though.  And when you did, you crossed your fingers behind your back.  So maybe you weren’t an angel child…

Today was a big festival in Cadaques, the city where your mother had grown up.  There was all the fun stuff, like people dressed up as mimes and clowns, fire twirlers, native dancers, things for kids like face painting and mini carnival-like games where they could win cheap prizes.  But you were most excited to try all the foods.  Your mom had made some dishes at home, but nothing could compare to the real thing.  She had gotten up and arrived at the festival around seven o’clock, but you and Malia had slept in and decided to wait until noon.

It was packed.

“Wow… sure are a lot of people” Malia said, and you felt her tense next to you.

“Yeah… but that’s okay, we probably won’t split up so don’t worry about getting lost or anything” You told her with a reassuring smile.  Malia nodded, looking all over the place at tenets and booths, women selling beautiful jewelry, men cooking fish and rice.  Her senses were overloaded with the smell of amazing food.

“O-oh my god what’s that?” She dropped her arm from around you to drag you over to the tent where they were handing out samples of something you’ve never seen before.  “What is it?” Malia asked the woman who handed her the paper dish.

“Croquettes” She answered with a smile, and gave you a sample too.  “It’s a spicy dark sausage with spanish blue cheese” Malia ate hers in one bite, while you, being the modest one, finished it with three.

“It’s amazing” You told her when you finished, throwing the paper plate in the small bin.

“It is, fanks” Malia thanked her with her mouth full, making you and the woman laugh.  You walked with your girlfriend to the next booth, and again she eagerly tried a bowl of paella.  She hummed, eating spoonful after spoonful.  You weren’t sure if she swallowed once.  You didn’t have the time to thank the person who gave you the bowls, seeing that Malia dragged you off again.  But you just laughed, grasping her head and happily trying whatever she smelled next.

After an hour and a half of taste testing, you and Malia were sitting in a grassy area and enjoying the live music while munching on a bunch of goodies you’d collected.

“This is really nice y/n” Malia told you, and scooted over closer so she could rest her head on my shoulder.  She kept chewing on her treats and hummed to the catchy tune of the band playing a couple hundred feet away.  

“I’m glad I got to bring you so you could enjoy it with me” You told her, and she nuzzled her face further down.  “Mal..” You warned but couldn’t help your giggle as her nose brushed the top of your breasts.

“What?” She asked innocently.  “They’re so comfy” You laughed again, coming your fingers through her hair in a way that calmed the both of you.

“I love you, you know” Malia smiled and you felt it in your chest.

“I love you too Mal” You responded softly.

sorry it’s a lil shorter than i usually write

xoxo ~ jordie