#obviously if you're in danger of being picked up by ICE because they don't care if you've got a visa/citizenship take caution

[gregorette1982]

WHAT TO DO AT AN ICE CHECKPOINT, ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE WHITE and/or FEEL THE NEED TO JAM UP THE WORKS.

Here's the deal:

 Border Patrol can verify citizenship within 100 miles of a border or "external boundary." This includes coastlines, so NYC, Philadelphia, and all of NJ are within the 100-mile zone.

 Border patrol can only ask brief questions about citizenship, and they cannot hold you for an extended time without cause.

 You always have the right to remain silent. You do not need to answer their questions.

 WITH THAT SAID, IF YOU ARE A BORN CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES AND ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE WHITE, YOU NEED TO SPEAK THE FUCK UP.

 The most important acts of resistance are the small ones. Make it difficult and uncomfortable for ICE agents to do their jobs. They are counting on citizens to turn a blind eye and allow them to deport undocumented citizens without challenge. Disabuse of that notion.

 If you are on a train, bus, or anything else and ICE or CBP boards, you need to stand up and loudly let everyone know that they have the right to remain silent or only answer questions in the presence of an attorney, no matter their citizenship or immigration status. There have been numerous reports that confronting the agents in this way has caused them to leave without verifying citizenship. THIS CAN SAVE LIVES. 

 If you see anyone being held up by immigration, loudly ask if they are being detained and if they are free to go.

 Immigration officers cannot detain anyone without reasonable suspicion, an agent must have specific facts about you that make it reasonable to believe you are committing or committed, a violation of immigration law or federal law. If an agent detains you, you can ask for their basis for reasonable suspicion, and they should tell you.

 Always say no to a search and let everyone know that they can and should refuse consent to a search.

 They cannot search or arrest anyone without facts about that make it probable that they are committing, or committed, a violation of immigration law or federal law.

 Silence alone meets neither of these standards. Nor does race or ethnicity alone suffice for either probable cause or reasonable suspicion

 White citizens, you have a level of privilege which protects us from retaliation from ICE for being "rude" and making a scene, which makes it our DUTY to speak up and make sure people without the same privilege know their rights. GET LOUD. YELL. YELL IN SPANISH IF YOU KNOW IT. LET PEOPLE KNOW THEY DON'T HAVE TO SAY SHIT. MAKE ICE UNCOMFORTABLE. THROW SAND IN THE GEARS OF WHITE SUPREMACY.

 Bonus info- 

It is perfectly legal to record immigration agents as long as you are not on government property or at a port of entry. If your train/bus gets boarded, pull your phone out and start videotaping immediately.

 If you are detained or see someone getting detained, get the agent's name, number, and any other identifying information. Get it on video if possible.

 Contact the ACLU or your local Immigrant/Migrant support orgs if you see someone's rights being violated.

(Copy/pasted from a friend's Facebook post. Feel free to reblog.)

[mid-weast]

Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 8

Request: Yes or No

Sam and y/n had more development than y/n and Wanda lmao

~

You crossed your arms as you entered the room, glancing at the older man. You shared a look with Sam and Wanda, taking a seat in between Sam and Vision. You licked your lips, leaning towards Sam.

"What's this about?" You asked quietly, gaze flickering to Tony who sat in a corner.

"If I had to guess.. Probably about what happened in Lagos." Sam replied, glancing at Steve and Natasha. You frowned, looking at the Secretary of State.

"The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt." He began, gaze sweeping over everyone in the room.

"You have.. Fought for us, protected us, risked your lives but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the term 'vigilantes.'"

"And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?" Natasha asked, studying the older man. You looked back at Tony Stark, making brief eye contact with him. It felt like an intervention. Or a teacher scolding their class after they made the sub cry.

"How about dangerous?" You frowned, looking forward when you heard his words.

"What would you call a group of US based enhanced individuals who routinely ignore borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, quite frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?" Mr. Secretary asked, looking over the small group in disappointed. You'd hate to admit it, but he had a point. The citizens of Sokovia were left to find new homes and the people of Lagos had to fix what had been destroyed. Mr. Secretary stepped to the side, looking at the screen. Videos began playing of all the times the Avengers caused destruction and most likely death. Wanda looked away, growing uncomfortable as the aftermath of the Lagos incident played. She already felt guilty enough about it. She had told you many times how she wished it would've gone differently. Steve noticed, frown deepening.

"That's enough." He called, watching the screen turn off.

"For the last few years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's a decision the governments of the world can no longer tolerate." Mr. Secretary told them, hands clasped behind his back. You frowned, brows furrowing slightly.

"But we have a solution." Mr. Secretary took a book from his bodyguard, stepping forward and handing it to Wanda. Wanda picked it up, looking it over.

"The Sokovia Accords.. Approved by a hundred and seventeen countries." Wanda slid the book over to Rhodes so he could take a proper look at it. You looked at Mr. Secretary as he walked around the table.

"It states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of The United Nations Panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary."

"That's such bullshit." You whispered. Mr. Secretary turned towards you, cocking a brow. Natasha let an amused smile slip while Sam covered up his snicker with a cough.

"The Avengers were created to make the world a safer place." Steve spoke up before he could address you.

"This is the middle ground." Mr. Secretary said, walking to the front again and facing everyone.

"The Accords will be ratified in a couple days." Steve turned towards Tony, earning a silent response.

"I'll leave you to discuss."

"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" Leave it to Natasha to say what was on everyones' minds. Mr. Secretary paused as he approached the door.

"Then you retire." He answered plainly. You watched him leave, picking up the cup of water infront of You You went to take a sip but it turned to ice before you could drink from it. With a small huff, you placed it down.

"That's new." Natasha called with a small smile, hoping to ease the tension in the room. You stood up, leaving the meeting room and heading to the lounge. The others followed, taking more comfortable seats on the couch. A debate quickly started between Rhodes and Sam while Steve looked through the Accords.

"Have you two thought about starting a debate club?" You asked, tapping the frozen water a few times before it finally turned back to normal water. Natasha let out a small snort, chuckling as she shook her head.

"I have an equation." Vision announced, stopping Rhodes and Sam. They turned towards him.

"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of enhanced people has grown and during the same period, the number of world ending events has risen."

"So, it's Starks' fault?" You asked, leaning back in your seat with a tilted head. Tony scoffed from his spot on the couch, rolling his eyes.

"I'm saying, there might be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge, challenge insights conflict, and conflict... Breeds catastrophe. Oversight is not an idea that should be dismissed."

"I wish I understood half of what you said." You muttered softly, running your finger the leaf of a plant beside the seat. Natasha turned towards Tony, watching him.

"You're being uncharacteristic non-hyper verbal." Natasha pointed out softly as he looked at her with a deep sigh. Steve looked up from the Accords.

"It's cause he already made up his mind." Steve said, earning a small eye roll. Tony slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head.

"Actually, I'm nursing a headache." He muttered as he stood up, walking towards the coffee machine. He poured himself some coffee and grabbed a bottle of pills before sighing and placing down a device. He showed an image of a young man.

"Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. A great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor level gig for the fall. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the people in Sokovia." Tony said, obviously agitated as he looked over everyone. You wondered why he now cared for the people who were injured during attacks.

"He wanted to make a difference although we'll never know cause we dropped a building on him while kicking ass." Everyone stayed silent as he spoke. You watched him take a pill, drinking it with the coffee.

"There's no decision making here. We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, we're no better than the bad guys."

"Tony, when someone dies on your watch, you don't give up." Steve closed the Accords, looking at Tony with a frown.

"Who says we're giving up?"

"We are by not taking responsibilities for our actions. This document shifts the blame." Steve voiced his opinion, shrugging lightly.

"Steve, that is dangerously arrogant." Rhodes spoke up, shaking his head. Steve turned towards him.

"This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's not the world security counsel, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D, it's not HYDRA-"

"But it's run by people with agendas and agendas change." Steve pointed out as you rubbed your forehead, sighing softly. Both sides had good points but you sided with Steve. The team was obviously divided.

"What do you think, (Y/N)?" Vision asked, looking at you curiously. You licked your lips, gaze focusing on Tony.

"I'm curious as to why you care so much about this Charles guy. You've had, what was it? Eight years as Iron Man to care about the people who get hurt? Why now? Cause you realized one of those people could become the new you? Would you care this much about Charles if he had been a typical guy? No degree, no plans for the future, just a normal guy working a normal 9 to 5 job and just trying to make it through the week. I agree with Steve. What if something happens and they don't send us to help because it doesn't go with their agenda? People get hurt cause you've never set up a system to help after these things happen. You're a fucking billionaire, Tony. Make a company that's designed to help people get back on their feet after the Avengers bulldoze through cities." You said, legs crossing as you looked over everyone else. Steve gave a small nod, glad you were seeing his side. He checked his phone, abruptly standing and announcing he had to leave. You and the others watched him go in confusion.

"To answer your questions, I do care about normal people." Tony said, arms crossing. You let out a soft groan, leaning back in the couch.

"I'm sorry, what are you? Twelve? Didn't you turn twenty this year?" Tony cocked a brow, watching as you rolled your eyes and stood.

"Yeah, I did turn twenty. Surprised you knew considering you've never particularly liked me."

"Well, first impressions are everything and you did try impaling me with a branch."

"Maybe I should've."

"Alright, boys, let's calm down." Natasha called, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turned and walked towards the steps, heading down to your room at the facility. You entered and plopped down on the bed, running a hand through your hair. You tapped your foot on the ground, fingers going to the root bracelets in an attempt to relax. Wanda opened the door, closing it behind her and sitting beside you.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly, staring at you in concern. You weren't one to snap at others so quickly.

"There's so much going on. The Accords, my fucking powers, the sudden change in Nat and Tony, you possibly getting into trouble cause of the Lagos incident.. That could've been me." You breathed out. Wanda frowned, brows furrowing.

"No, it wouldn't have."

"I shot fire out of my hands and turned water to ice without meaning to. They're getting unpredictable." You looked at her, grip on the roots tightening. Wanda's gaze flickered to the window, making you turn. Part of the window was covered in a thin layer of ice.

"And that just proved my point."

"You're an incredible person, (N/N). Have faith in yourself. You'll gain control of them sooner or later. You have beautiful powers that could change and heal the world." Wanda pointed out gently, having you rest your head on her shoulder. She softly began to hum a lullaby. You didn't understand the words but her soft voice proved to be soothing.

"Thank you."

~~~~~~~~~~

"Why'd you call me again?" You asked, toying with the strings of your hoodie as you looked around the cafe. You had planned on taking a nap and watching a new show on Netflix but it seemed like Steve had other plans for you.

"Because I trust you and need your help." Steve replied, fixing his baseball cap as he tried avoiding eye contact with civilians.

"Really?" You asked softly. Steve nodded, offering a smile. He licked his lips, nodding to the tv. You turned, looking at the news. You really didn't have to considering what they were showing was right down the street.

"Your friend?" You looked back at Steve with a tilted head.

"We gotta find him before anyone else does." Steve said. You nodded, watching him. Steve had been desperately trying to find his friend, Bucky, since the attempt on Furys' life.

"I'll go in alone. We don't want to seem threatening or set him off by going in as a trio."

"(Y/N)? Being threatening? He can't even scare a baby!" Sam said in amusement, shooting you a playful grin.

"Right back at you, bird boy."

"I'm sorry, who here is named after the top bird of prey?" Sam asked, leaning forward slightly as Steve let out an amused sigh.

"Oh, I didn't know you were named after eagles." You responded, smiling in triumph when Sam huffed lightly.

"Come on, you two." Steve chuckled, leaving the cafe and heading down the sidewalk.

"I don't trust Stark." You told them, arms crossing. Sam glanced at you as Steve turned into an alleyway.

"Not surprised considering the little fight you two had."

"I think he had Vis keep an eye on me and Wanda. I snuck out while he was with Wanda in the kitchen." You told him, frowning.

"Firstly, I'm an adult-"

"That's questionable."

"-And secondly, he's not my dad." You took off the hoodie as Steve unlocked a car parked in the alleyway, giving Sam the duffle bag with his outfit. You looked at your phone when it buzzed, seeing texts from Clint.

Clint

Heard you had a fight with Stark

Clint

You're officially an Avenger now

You smiled softly, chuckling softly at the texts. You waited for the guys to finish changing before taking the earpiece from Steve. The apartment building had been nearby so you and Sam headed onto the roof while Steve entered.

"How well do you think this will go?" You asked Sam, looking for any sign of law enforcement.

"Wanna bet?"

"How much?" You looked at him, giving a small grin. Sam looked up at the sky for a moment, thinking it over.

"30 bucks. I bet this will go to shit and this dude will escape."

"I bet we'll get into serious shit but this dude will either come with us or get caught." You replied. Sam stuck out his hand, nodding. You shook it, chuckling softly. You turned your head, noticing movement.

"We've got company, Cap."

"They're approaching from the south." Sam added, attention focused on them. You heard Steve begin to talk to someone, watching the cars pull in and get ready. You turned your head, hearing the door to the roof open.

"Shit." You whispered, letting Sam pick you up and lift you into the air. You could hear the fight going on inside through the earpiece.

"Should we help?" You asked, glancing up at Sam.

"No clue." Sam replied, watching Bucky jump from the apartment onto the roof of another building. You noticed someone running at a high speed, jumping up onto the roof and knocking Bucky down.

"They have cat ears." You mumbled, pushing Sam's arms away.

"Deal with them." You motioned to the German police force on the roof, hoping down onto the roof. You raised your hand, a root shooting out and grabbing the strangers arm, refraining them from clawing at Bucky. Bucky turned his head, making eye contact with you. Your eyes widened when the man grabbed the root, using what felt like super strength to toss you off the roof. You quickly used a root to grab onto the side, breathing out a sigh of relief. Sam took care of a helicopter before flying by to grab you.

"Thanks." You breathed out, holding onto him as he followed the chase. Steve, Bucky, and the cat guy went into one of the tunnels. Sam flew in once there was an opening, trying to help Steve with the cat guy. You huffed when the cat guy grabbed Sam's ankle, pointing your hand at him and shooting a strong gust of air. The cat guy lost his grip monetarily but quickly grabbed on again. Bucky threw up an explosive so Sam quickly stopped, flinging the guy off him. Sam landed, walking past the rubble. You sighed, raising your hands as you and Sam were quickly surrounded by cops.

"Mom's gonna kill me." You whispered.

"That's what you're concerned about?" Sam asked, glancing at you in disbelief.

"We're getting arrested, (Y/N)!"

[infinitebells]

hate me. (h. iwaizumi)

genre: smut, fluff if you squint

description: you and iwaizumi used to be lovers, that is until you realized he was apart of the rival gang of your brother, daichi. what happens when you reunite during a job to take out his gang’s leader?

word count: 3656

warnings: mafia au, dom!iwa, fingering, light bondage (handcuffs), choking, degradation, mention of jealousy, hate fucking, orgasm denial, dumbification, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy is mentioned like one time, dacryphilia one time

a/n: this is my first piece for tumblr!! i really hope you guys like it, obviously give feedback, i’ll appreciate everything!! i also can’t remember how or why this idea came to me but it sat halfway done in my drafts for like a month or two before i finished it all tonight.

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“daichi where the HELL is the target?!" you growled through the earpiece, frustration flooding through your veins as you tried to spot the man through the scope of your sniper rifle. your fingers clenched the handle of your gun as your finger hovered steadily over the trigger.

your brother sawamura daichi, otherwise known as “king pin" throughout the japanese underworld, had assigned you to take out a member of a rival gang that had been screwing with your brother's cargo operations. he was confident in your sniping abilities, simply because he was the one who taught you everything he knew.

“i don't fucking know, suga said oikawa would be at the event tonight. he confirmed it with tendou too," his voice strained as his anger started to seep through the small wire resting daintily behind your ear. you huffed hearing the maniacal red head's name. his own gang wasn't necessarily an ally of karasuno however, shiratorizawa also wanted oikawa's organization taken down too.

“you know how goddamn crazy he is, how do we know he's a reliable source dumbass?" you gritted out, staring down every patron through the glass of your scope.

“he was. luckily, we have better sources love," a voice rasped right next to the same ear that held your ear piece. you could feel every cell in your body freeze from the foreign voice right next to your now ice cold ear, the intruder's lips faintly ghosting over the shell of your ear.

"Y/N WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!" you could hear daichi's voice through your comms, but had no way to respond as your new companion gently plucked it out of your ear.

“hello again daichi-san. I'll make sure to take care of your sister while we have her," the new voice spoke lowly, the slight rasp ticking you off as you finally recognized it.

“hello iwa-chan. so nice to see you again," you finally said as you looked slightly to the side to see your only communication to your brother and the rest of the team crack and shatter underneath his foot. the last thing you heard was your brother's and suga's frantic voices screaming through their mics. you hadn't moved a muscle yet, but feeling the man behind you stand up from his crouching position gave you the opening you needed. you whirled around, swinging your gun as swiftly as you could towards his face, hoping to get a shot off on him. unfortunately, he predicted your movements. as you release the trigger, he dodged to the left as his left hand darted out, grabbing the end of your rifle as his other hand flew out and gripped your throat, pushing you up against the edge of your roof. you forced yourself to remain calm, realizing you were on the verge of plummeting to your death, knowing the only thing between you living and dying was the well built, smirking man standing before you, his body uncomfortably close to your own.

“i wouldn't do that if i were you sweetheart, unless you want to die without seeing your brother again," he said, gently pulling the gun from your right hand. his smirk grew wider as your glare hardened, only encouraging him to grab your right hand and pulling you closer, twisting it behind your back, his grip on your neck still firm as ever.

you hadn't seen the man before you since your first days in the gang with daichi. at the time, you didn't know anything about his rivals or allies. which was why you found yourself dancing in a club, with iwaizumi grinding on your backside. you two had shared a few steamy nights together, basking in each others unbridled lust and love for one another. until one night, you were spending another night with him at a different club with a few of his gang members watching you closely, when your brother, accompanied by suga and asahi, stormed through the door, guns loaded. you had turned frantically towards iwaizumi, taking one look at his facial expression before understanding what had happened. since then, you had avoided him at all costs, putting your whole being into fueling the rivalry between your brother's gang and iwaizumi’s gang.

“bravo iwa-chan! you did it!" you rolled your eyes seeing oikawa, clad in his usual midnight black suit with light blue accents, clapping slowly as he emerged from the door leading to the roof you had been stationed on. you hadn’t seen the brown-haired gang leader since the shoot out between him and your brother, and you certainly were only planning on seeing him tonight, preferably dead. iwaizumi turned to glance at oikawa before spinning around and moving you so your back was pressed tightly against his chest. your gun clattered to the ground as he grabbed both of your wrists in one had, using the other to secure them tightly behind your back, the clanking of handcuffs jolting you out of your own head.

“it's best if you don't struggle y/n,” iwaizumi's low voice spoke against the shell of your ear.

“if you struggle y/n-chan, i’ll have mattsun put a bullet through daichi-san's head!" oikawa spoke in his usually cheery voice, his head tilting to the side as he smiled widely at you. it was moments like those that truly showcased his almost psychopathic nature as a gang leader.

"NO YOU CAN'T!" your voice cracked, wrists straining against iwaizumi's tight hold. he held you tighter, yanking you back, making sure to secure the handcuffs even tighter.

“then don't struggle!" iwaizumi growled in your ear, tugging on the cuffs so they dug painfully into your wrists.

“fuck you," you responded, smirking at oikawa as you attempted to piece together how to best get out of the situation.

“i’ve already had the pleasure of doing it once before, but i’ll be happy to do it again," iwaizumi responded, and you grit your teeth in frustration.

“now now y/n-chan, we have to bring you downstairs to the car that's so eagerly waiting for us, so you can either behave until we get there, or your brother and everyone else in your pathetic excuse for a gang will be picked off one by one. understood?" oikawa explained, a dangerous gleam in his chocolate brown eyes. as stubborn as you were, you couldn't risk putting your brother and everyone else at risk, especially the younger, more bright-eyed members like hinata and yamaguchi. so, you stayed silent, only staring down seijoh’s leader who had moved in front of you, bending down to peer into your eyes.

“i’ll take your silence as your choice to behave. wonderful! iwa-chan, put your jacket over her shoulders so no one can see her cuffs," oikawa ordered, and iwaizumi nodded before moving in front of you. he shrugged the black jacket off of his shoulders before tugging it onto your own, your arms still behind you as the sleeves of his oversized jacket dangled loosely in the breeze. you took a moment to look him over, taking note of the black jeans that adorned his legs, the light blue bandana attached to a belt loop on his left hip, and the tight black t-shirt that accentuated every single one of his deftly toned muscles.

“stop staring sweetheart, you're being too obvious," his voice jerked your eyes back to his own. without a second of hesitation, you brought your knee up, slamming it into his lower region, before walking around his now crumpled form, following oikawa. he groaned from behind you, forcing himself to get up as his friend and leader watched the scene with slight amusement present on his pretty face.

“oikawa, leave and give me a minute alone with her. i think she ought to learn some damn manners before we take her down," iwaizumi spoke lowly, his usual level voice now shook slightly with anger. your eyes widened as oikawa smirked towards his friend before turning around and opening the door.

“do as you want. i’ll give you a half hour, just don't kill her please!" he responded, waving his hand to his friend before letting the door slam shut behind him. your heart dropped to the depths of your stomach as you willed yourself to turn and face iwaizumi hajime, who's gaze was trained on your small frame. as soon as he made a move towards you, you turned towards the door, sprinting to the best of your abilities in hopes that you could make it inside without having to face iwaizumi's obvious rage.

just as you made it to the door, his hand shot out and grabbed you by the back of the neck, flipping you around, and pressing you against the door, thumbs squeezing dangerously tight around your esophagus. his eyes were lit with pure fury as his grip around your throat tightened. despite the very dangerous situation you were in, your body still reacted to his close proximity and touch. you were ashamed to feel that familiar warmth you used to feel with him pool in your lower abdomen, but you forced yourself to match iwaizumi's hardened gaze as his eyes bore into your own.

“that was a dangerous move love. you're just asking to get punished aren't you?" he whispered, his head parallel to yours as his teeth grazed over the shell of your ear. You internally reprimanded yourself as a shiver flowed from the top of your spine, all the way down to your feet. You knew this man, this lover you once had, had noticed your movement, and he pulled back to smirk wildly at you.

“i’m sure if i stuck my hand down your pants right now, i’d pull my fingers out and they'd be soaking wet wouldn't they?" he questioned, and you could do nothing to stop the light blush flowering against your cheeks.

“shall i test that theory out love?" his voice was just barely above a whisper now. no matter how much you wanted to say no, to scream at him to get off, to kick him in the nuts once again, you didn't have the self control to do so when you felt his unoccupied hand ghost over your clothed crotch. instead, you stared him straight in the eyes, almost daring him to do what he so desperately wanted to do. he grinned, pushing his fingers past the waist band of your leggings to rest delicately over your underwear, his pointer finger hovering over your clit.

it took every fiber of your being to not moan out loud right there as slick started pooling in your underwear, waiting to be released. he gently rubbed his pointer finger along your slit through your underwear, stopping for a moment before pressing lightly onto your small bundle of nerves (which you swore would be the death of you). you couldn't help the slightly sharp intake of breath as you felt him give more attention to your clit, pressing lightly and rubbing impossibly small circles onto it outside of your underwear.

what frustrated you most was that he knew every nook and cranny of your body. every beauty mark he had kissed five times over, every dip and valley of your breasts down to your navel, and every spot covered by your underwear that turned you into putty in his hands. you hated how he knew exactly what to do to rile you up. the fucker knew that one swipe of his finger-

“fuck," you whimpered out, losing grasp of the control you thought you had. you were so lost in your own head you hadn't realized he had sneakily moved your underwear to the side and rubbed a semi circle along your clit. that one single move had always been your downfall. it had pushed you over the edge so many times for him, he had practically memorized the exact motion that had you moaning for him.

“attention on me love. we only have about 25 minutes left right? wouldn't want to waste it in your own head," he said before taking you by surprise and pushing two of his long, thick fingers into your soaked cunt. you couldn't help the cry of pleasure that spilled out of your mouth like honey, your body immediately reacting to his familiar touch. except this time around, it was different. he pressed more into that one spot inside of you that forced stars into your vision with more precision, pushing into it so that your legs went weak. his fingers flew in and out of your cunt, juices building up and dripping into your underwear as he continued to smirk down at your weakening state.

“i’ve changed you know. fine tuned my ways. i met a few girls since the last time you and i saw each other," he confidently stated, his words lighting you up with pure jealously.

“iwaizumi shut the fuck u-" but you didn't get the chance to finish your sentence as his grip tightened on your throat, stopping your voice. simultaneously, he shoved a third finger into you and abused that spongy section inside of you. another, louder moan of unbridled ecstasy was forced out of your throat, and you hated how much he was turning you on. his fingers thrusted rapidly in and out, in and out, until you felt like you were going to go numb from pleasure.

“such harsh words princess, i thought we were starting to get along again," he teased, his fingers pushing harder into your g-spot simply to illicit a choked moan from you.

“i hate you," you breathed out, and he shook his head. he quickened the pace of his fingers, and the squelching sound of your pussy only spurred on more of your guilty moans.

“f-fuck," you whimpered, trying to catch your breath from the overwhelming pleasure iwaizumi gave you. he knew from the slightly dazed look and the whimpers escaping your throat that you were close. as soon as he connected the dots, he yanked his glistening fingers out of your spasming cunt, ripping away your glorious orgasm. a cry of defeat left your lips, and a second later, you were whirled around so your face was pressed against the door and your leggings were yanked down to your ankles, along with your black panties.

“only good girls get to cum. i don't think you've been a good girl. i think you've been a cock hungry slut hm? such disrespect for your daddy," he clicked his tongue in annoyance, and you finally found your voice once again.

“iwaizumi i swear to god-" his hand wrapped tighter around your throat as you felt his clothed hips push forwards to grind on your own.

“princess, if you keep back talking, you won't get to cum OR see your brother again. the choice is yours," he said, and your pussy clenched at his dominating tone. your natural instincts were forcing your head to swim with pure lust and desire, forgetting completely about the original situation you were put in. the clink of Iwaizumi's belt elicited another whimper from your throat. low chuckles invaded your head, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. your weak moaning only spurred iwaizumi on. his shiny fingers, coated in your essence pushed past your lips, pressing down on your tongue.

“taste yourself love, see how slutty you are? how badly you want to get fucked into oblivion? i wonder what your teammates, what your brother would say if they knew you were letting me treat you like the whore you are," he growled out. juices gathered below you as your hole clenched around nothing. you moaned around his fingers as you feel the head of his cock push against your ass cheeks. your tongue swirled around them, cleaning them of every drop of your essence, the essence he had skillfully drawn out of you. after cleansing his fingers of your juices, iwaizumi pulled his fingers out of your mouth, allowing your drool to drip down your chin.

“beg for me like the cock hungry slut you are," his voice was the only thing you could focus on, your primal instincts taking over before you could stop them.

“please iwa, i-i need you inside of m-me, please f-fuck m- AHHH!" all the breathe left your lungs as iwaizumi shoved his entire length into you, his tip brushing against your cervix. short shallow breaths escaped you, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes from the sheer force of his thick cock invading you.

“ahh, there we go princess. that feel good huh?" his arrogance sparked something inside of you.

“f-fuck y-you," the breathiness of your voice betrayed the bite behind your words. his low chuckles were the only warning you were given before he pulled out and slammed all of himself back into you, setting a brutally fast and hard pace. screams erupted from your throat, your nerve endings firing erratically at the sheer pleasure he was fucking into you. iwaizumi angled your hips to push into that one spot that had your vision go white. whatever fight you had left in you dissipated almost instantly, your bones going limp in his hold as broken moans and occasional screams were torn from your throat. noticing your body grow limp, one of his hands snaked around to grasp your throat again, while the other held you up by your waist.

“oh is that your spot love? i can feel you creaming all over me," he rasped out. his words made you unconsciously clench around him, eliciting a groan from the man behind you.

"'m close iwa, f-feels s'good," you slurred out, your grasp on reality waning from the snap of his hips against yours.

“is my little cock slut getting fucked stupid hm? can't think about anything but my cock split-fuck, splitting you open huh?" you wanted to growl back at him, argue, be a brat, do something, but the way his tip brushed against your g-spot, and the way he was pounding into you the exact way you desperately needed rendered you utterly helpless in his arms.

“fuck i missed this princess," his voice so low you barely caught it. his words injected a warm feeling in your bones, his hold on your throat loosening at his confession.

“haji, please," you finally whimpered, your eyes fluttering close as your head tipped back to rest on his shoulder. his lips attached themselves to your neck, pressing light kisses right above your sweet spot. his thrusts kept hitting all the right spots, and that familiar warmth built up in your lower abdomen again. you could feel the buildup spreading throughout your limbs and tingling into your toes and fingers.

“cum for me love," his words were softer this time, more affection slipping through his usual harsh tone. it was all you needed to allow yourself to let out one final moan, bursting at his slight command. you gushed around him, dripping down his balls and onto the ground beneath you both. white spots clouded your vision as your hearing dulled for a moment. your cunt clenching and fluttering around his painfully hard cock was all it took for him to release into you. his warm load painted your walls white, some leaking out as he thrust up into you a few more times to help fuck you through your earth shattering orgasm.

after a couple more thrusts, he stilled inside of you, completely removing the hand around your throat to rest on the wall in front of you for support. his other arm tightened around your waist, keeping you close to him to help you stand since your legs hadn't stopped shaking for the past five minutes. shaky breaths exited both of you as you both attempted to catch your breath.

iwaizumi wordlessly turned you around so your back was to the wall, giving you a view of his disheveled state. his cheeks were tainted pink, sweat beading at his hairline as his chest continue to heave slightly from the exertion. His right arm was still extended against the wall for support as his other arm moved to tuck himself back into his pants. he removed his arm from the wall and fumbled with his belt before finally redoing it. you admired him as you leaned into the wall, still attempting to ground yourself after the mind blowing sex the two of you had. iwaizumi untied a light blue bandana from one of his belt loops, moving closer to you. he gently wiped the mess of your and his cum that was dripping from your (still quivering) cunt. sharp intakes of breath signaled for him to go slower, so as not to overstimulate you. he softly cleaned the rest of your lower half before dropping the bandana onto the ground and kneeling to pull your underwear and pants back up.

“what happens now?" you were surprised your voice didn't crack, but you were proud that it hadn't nonetheless. iwaizumi finally met your eyes, a slight sigh escaping him.

“i take you down to the car and hope oikawa doesn't tease us," he explains. a breathless laugh leaves your lips, iwaizumi matching you with a chuckle of his own.

“i still hate you," you say after a beat, looking down at your feet to try and hide the blush still decorating your cheeks. iwaizumi's finger hooks itself under your chin, carefully moving your face up so your eyes can meet his.

“i know. i hate you too," he finished with a kiss, the soft pressure against your own lips melting you from the inside out. you push back against him, unable to help yourself. he finally pulls away, blushing lightly, as he pulls his jacket tighter around your shoulders before pulling the door open and leading you through it.

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[tearsforhwa]

Guns n Love

warnings:

-explicit language (cursing)

word count:

1409

Chapter: 6

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Shyly, Hongjoong came closer to her face with his, making her chuckle. Y/N didn't hesitated longer and grabbed his face to place a kiss onto his soft lips. Hongjoong smiled during the kiss, due to the feeling that he hasn’t felt in a while. They rested their foreheads against each other's, staring into their eyes.

„I'm sorry, it's been a while" Hongjoong apologized right away which made Y/N chuckled softly and rest her hands against his cheeks.

„Don't worry, it was awesome" She smiled as she placed another kiss onto his lips, making him chuckle too.

Y/N rested her head against his shoulder as Hongjoong intertwined their hands, also staring at the moon.

This feeling of someone next to him, was foreign to him, since it's been years since he'd have someone like her. Firstly, he thought she was just someone, but soon she became more, might even his loved one. But on the other hand Hongjoong also don't wants her to get involved into any of his bussines, which made him worry.

„Stop worrying, enjoy the moment" Y/N whispered softly, as she closed her eyes, ripping him out of his thoughts.

When the moon was shining brightly, Hongjoong felt Y/N drift off to sleep. He quickly caught her head as it was to fall off, which left Y/N wide awake.

„Sleepy aren't we? You've had a long day. I'll bring you home" Hongjoong almost whispered at her, which made her smile widely.

Y/N nodded at him, as he stood up and took her by the hand leading her home. As she unlocked the door to her apartment, she turned around to look at Hongjoong again.

„Thank you for this date, I really enjoyed it" Y/N spoke as he ran a hand though his hair, which was incredibly hot to her. She bit her lips, trying to hide the words from bursting out of her.

„Me too, I hope we can repeat that soon" Hongjoong smiled devilish, as he knew she was finding the way he runs his hands though his hair hot.

„Sure! Just text me whenever you wanna meet up" Y/N smiled as she peaked his lips, before going into her apartment.

Hongjoong slowly made his way to his black sports car, which he parked on purpose far away. He wasn't having any intention on only impressing her with his cars, like he used to with girls. Hongjoong earlier in his life, would drive around and pick up some girls for a one night stand, every night. The whole gang thing made his feelings go to ice, well, he thoughts so.

As soon as Hongjoong entered the base of his gang, his face expression changed to stone, not showing a single sign of feelings. He threw himself into his chair, letting his head hang back.

„Had success?" Seonghwa's voice was suddenly being heard, as Hongjoong shook his head up to look at him.

„How was it?" Seonghwa asked him again, trying to get any sign of success from him.

„Good" Hongjoong simply answered him, starting his computer to start working.

„She makes you feel some type of way" Seonghwa said confidently as if he can read him. Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, staring into Seonghwa's brown eyes.

„How would you know?" Hongjoong hissed at him annoyed by his presence, even though he's like his best friends.

„I can see that Hongjoong, she's different isn't she" Seonghwa chuckled to himself, as he watched Hongjoong almost hit him with a knife that he threw.

„Cut it, none of your business" Hongjoong replied, catching the knife Seonghwa threw back at him. Both of them are really skilled with knifes.

„Well, it is when you're gonna show her everything we're doing" Seonghwa leaned onto the table, a strand of his blonde hair falling into his eyes.

„you're annoying. I'll introduce you to her soon" Hongjoong finally admitted to Seonghwa which made him smirk.

„I'm happy for you, you know that. Just, be aware of the danger she'll be in" and with that, Seonghwa disappeared in the door, closing it quietly.

Hongjoong sighted, thinking about that last sentence Seonghwa said, „be aware of the danger she"ll be in". It send shives down Hongjoong's spine, making him worried for the first time in his life.

-time skip to next day-

Y/N was at work again the whole day, working late. She stumbled across the floor to her apartment, ready to throw herself onto her bed. Which is exactly what she did, but soon after, her door bell rang. As she opened, a smile appeared onto her tired face.

„Hongjoong" she exclaimed softly, yet so tired of her long day. He also smiled, admiring her tired eyes.

„I thought we could maybe, hang out a bit" Hongjoong carefully asked her, due to how tired she seemed to him.

Y/N made space for him to enter, closing the door behind her and walking into the living room. Hongjoong took a seat on her couch, as Y/N got something to drink for both of them.

„How was your day?" Y/N asked him from the kitchen, as Hongjoong scanned his surroundings.

„It was fine, how was yours?" He asked her back quickly, not telling too much of what he did.

„It was long and exhausting, but it's alright I think. Somehow I have to pay this goddamn rent" She chuckled to herself, as she placed the both drinks in front of them, taking a seat next to him.

„I actually came to talk to you" Hongjoong said, which made Y/N's face expression rapidly change. Everytime someone would say this sentence, it never ends very well.

„Oh, okay. What is it then?" She stuttered, still trying to hide the fear that spread across her body. Hongjoong looked away, clearly not liking the situation either.

„You know, I'm a gang leader of one of the most dangerous ones Seoul's underground has" He started, making Y/N stare at his side profile, which was very attractive to her. She nodded to signalize she understands what he said.

„That's why I came to talk to you. I don't want to put you in any danger. But when we date, you would obviously be" Hongjoong's expression was stone cold, but he couldn't look at her.

„So what? Just because your a gang leader means we can't give us a chance?" Y/N replied calmly, talking one of his cold hands into hers.

„There would be gangs hunting you, only because of me. You would be helpless against them" He sighted, as he felt her add pressure to his hand.

Y/N made him look at her by using both her hands to hold his face and slowly turning it into her direction.

„I'm not afraid of it. I may have respect, but I'm not afraid at all. You have fighters in your gang, they can teach me so that I can defend myself if I have to" With that, she placed a soft kiss to his lips, leaving him speechless.

„Of course, but your life would change. I don't want that for you" Hongjoong sighted once again, after he lost his words again.

„I don't care, my life is horrible. I have to work 5 weeks a day until evening. I use the money I earn to pay the rent, I have nothing" Y/N started but Hongjoong rested his head against hers.

„I fell in love with you" He admitted, now leaving her speechless. Y/N rested her head into his neck, as both of them sat chest to chest.

„You have no clue what I'm capable of" She whispered against his skin, smiling softly.

„Care to show me?" Hongjoong asked as he chuckled, totally not believing what she said.

„Date me" Y/N only answered him, raising her head up again to look at him.

„Not before I showed you everything I'm doing" Hongjoong told her, leaving her smiling. Her hands fell down to his hips, one of it softly hitting the gun attached to his waist.

„Fine" Y/N said, and Hongjoong was almost terrified she'd take his gun to shoot him. He chuckled, kissing her cheek, which left her confused.

„No kissing or anything until we're dating darling" Hongjoong told her, smiling devilishly.

He stayed for a while, until he left her so she could rest. Y/N was happy, more than she's ever been in her life. Hongjoong had a continuous smile on his lips.

To be continued...

(Sorry for not uploading, I was busy :(()

[angelicfluffs]

𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙸𝚝 : 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚊

↳ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : 925 ( without lyrics)

↳ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you and nick are here and there and you confront him about his friend zone skills

↳ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 : not my best work but hey ! :) enjoy!

↳ 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 : nasa

How do I make the phone ring?

Why do I even care?

How are you all around me when you're not really there?

When you're not really there?

How do I feel you on me when you're not on my skin?

Why do you say you want me, then tell me "I'm not coming in"?

Baby, just come on in

I was currently at the party at the boys house. They’re parties were usually filled with their friends and people who they were cool with. Me and Nick had been feeling weird tension between each other. I did like him but I was unsure of his feelings. I was wearing a white corset top paired with a small black prada bag and along with whitewashed baggy denim trousers.

The party had flashy lights and loud music that he house moved when the bass dropped. The large property rarely had noise complaints and usually fuelled their love for parties more than occasionally. They enjoyed throwing parties because one, they all enjoyed the same type of music, two, they had killer dance battles and three, they could connect with people to make friends or find a possible date at some point.

I had just entered the doors of the party and immediately greeted from zions loud “heyyyyy” with a large smile. I smile and giggle as Edwin adds “hey y/n” and stops the comment to check out the outfit and starts “ayyy, the fit tho” and does a stance where his arms are crossed. Brandon smiles and starts “hey y/n” as nick does the same as I say to both “hey guys, how are ya?”.

'Cause every time I'm with you, I go into a zone

And I remember all the places you wanna go

Take me all the way

Ain't nobody gonna touch it, touch it, touch it

'Cause every time I see you, I don't wanna behave

I'm tired of being patient, so let's pick up the pace

Take me all the way

Ain't nobody gonna touch it, touch it, touch it

The party had entered the late hours of the night as more people had attended and the boys all changed their dynamic from before. Zion was now dancing on the kitchen island, Edwin was instagram story-ing several people and commenting on their outfits, Brandon was in a corner with Maggie and some friends and Nick was with his friends as Austin was here with ansley and some close friends days before announcing their newborn, Hudson.

I knew at this moment I had to get ahold of nick just to clear the smoke between our friendship or relationship, whatever you wanna call it. The boys were comfortable with their places as I notice that nick was currently mixing a drink for himself alone in the kitchen, no crowds and no wingman by his side. I walk up to the kitchen thinking of what I’m going to say to say I’m meant to be there and the real reason why I’m there.

The sound of my heels made some turn heads as I reach the destination of the kitchen. I see the bottles of soda to I grab it and reach up at the cabinet to retrieve a glass to hopefully place ice in there if there was any left. Nick turns to me and says “hey y/n, how you feelin tonight?”. I smile at him while multitasking my attention thirds him and my beverage. “Yeah, Good, what about yourself?”. He nods and answers “yeah, I’m pretty good”. I then think fast and say “can I talk to you somewhere where it isn’t as busy?”. He looks a little puzzled and nods with a paired “sure” in high tone, agreeing to my request.

How do you know I'm breathing, when I'm holding my breath?

Why don't we face the danger just for the night and forget?

Baby, let's just forget

Remind me why we're taking a break

It's obviously insane

'Cause we both know what we want

So why don't we fall in love?

Baby, let's fall in love

We now find ourselves in a bedroom upstairs in the boys house, which was nicely furnished and neatly organised. Nick finds a comfortable place for us to talk as we both sit down on a bed type seat. When seated, we are now comfortable as nick looks at me innocently and intrigued to hear what I have to say. I take a deep breath in as what I was about to say was going to be vunrable.

I start “so, I know we’re friends and we’re close it from what I’ve taken, there’s things that hint to maybe liking each other. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or be weird after but I like you but whenever it’s like the next move it’s like you need a refresher or scared to go forward”. He looks down as he takes in what I just said as I can tell he is working up a response.

Nick continues the conversation “I know how you feel y/n. I will admit, I do like you but I just feel like if I even try to be normal, all the fans go crazy go stupid-“ as we both silently laugh. “You know, but I don’t mean to hurt you, I really don’t. Just other stuff comes into it but I’m starting to think I should do what I wanna do” as he gives a half smile.

Oh, ain't nobody gonna touch it, touch it, touch it

Baby, ain't nobody gonna touch it, touch it, touch it

I didn’t wanna come off too foward as I say “so, does this mean we’re gonna try something?” As I accompany this with a smile. He grows a gentle smile as he responds “yeah, let’s do this” as slowly and gently intertwines his fingers and hand with mine and I felt my heart almost skip a beat and butterflies entering my stomach.

While looking at each other, nick then says “people are probably gonna think I’m kidnapped or sumn” as I silently giggle. We stand up and walk towards the main area of the party as some people look to see who it was but when they seen me and nicks face, they just looked away. I was thankful for this as no assumptions were being made.

I smile and make myself known to the environment again as I seperate myself from nick and find some people I know. From time to time, me and nick would casually look at each other and when our pupils caught the others attention, we’d smile as if no one was there. The automatic connection that we felt was new yet comforting, and I couldn’t wait to get used to it from now on.

[imagine-korea]

magical ; kth

Requested by anon

Thanks for the kind words! Sorry this took a while. I made it in bullet format, and also, mild cursing.

xoxo, 🍪

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- hell yes bitch I am sO UP FOR THIS AU

- okay so I imagine that Taehyung being the clumsy, adorable dork that he is accidentally got lost in a bvy episode or something -- basicallyz he got separated from the others

- but the happy Taehyung just carried on until he reached a shady part of the town

- then he met you in a herb store that he thought was a flower store

- there were exotic flowers and he was like !!! Pretty flowers!!

- and you were purchasing some Comfrey Roots to banish a spirit that's been bothering you

- so while you were looking around the isle, Taehyung was reaching out to one of the dangerous herbs.

- obviously, being the kind witch you are, you slapped his hand away.

- "Stop! That one's dangerous if you don't use gloves!"

- Taehyung was shook

- "Dangerous? How can such pretty things be dangerous?" He countered.

- you rolled your eyes; typical humans. He seemed to be lost, so instead of answering his question, you ushered him out of the store.

- "H-hey! Let me in, I want to see the pretty flowers!" Taehyung resisted, but obviously you were stronger than him (because you used magic, dUH)

- "Look, you're lost, right? See that big white building over there? Yeah, you walk there and then take a left, then you're back downtown."

- Taehyung stared at you with a puzzled look.

- "Uh, thanks, I guess?" Taehyung was unsure of how to reply. "But I didn't ask for directions."

- you rolled your eyes again; he just won't give up, would he?

- "You're not from around here. This part of the town is dangerous, please stay out of it." You warned him.

- Taehyung didn't want to listen and persisted in staying to admire the pretty flowers

- and you had eNOuGH of him so you finally shouted, "Fine! Wander around and get lost, see if I fucking care if another witch or wizard takes your fucking esophagus for a potion!"

- Taehyung was once again shook at your words. In his head he was like, "Witches??"

- but you stormed back into the herb store to purchase your Comfrey Roots. When you got back out with your broomstick, the man was nowhere to be seen. You only shrugged, maybe he listened to your advice after all

- wrong, he listened to the latter advice where he wandered around and another witch ended up kidnapping him

- you found out about this from a friend of yours -- who was a witch, too -- that one of the most ruthless witches around town *was* going to take that man's esophagus

- so you saved him, duh. Took him away on your broom

- Taehyung swore that even though he was afraid of heights, no ride or concert can ever beat the euphoria of riding a witch's broomstick

- anyway after that Taehyung felt guilty and indebted to you so he likes to take you out for coffee

- you two became official after the rest of BTS gave approval for Taehyung to date a witch

- in case you're wondering that approval was gotten by you who was invited over for dinner and getting the cold shoulder from everyone until Seokjin accidentally almost burned the kitched had you not put out the fire

- so in short, Taehyung and the other six boys loved your magic and your kindhearted nature

- anyway after the two of you became official, expect a lot of cringy flirting on Taehyung's part.

- "Hey (y/n), remember when we first got coffee together? Did you put love potion in my drink? Because now I'm head over heels for you."

- or, "Hey (y/n), I guess you can say that our love is magical, literally."

- when he's feeling down you can cast a few ice or fire (or any elements, really) magic to impress Taehyung

- back hugs from Taehyung when you're working on a potion

- once Taehyung drank a poisonous potion and even though you gave him the antidote he had to be absent because if a horrible stomachache

- he once asked you if you can teach him magic

- sadly, it was a no, because Taehyung didn't inherit any witch or wizard blood. Taehyung almost cried, but you taught him how to make some basic potions

- Taehyung bragged about it to all the people he knew

- you told him to keep your occupation a secret but it 'slips' too much (with trusted close friends only, though)

- whenever Taehyung practices until late at night you pick him up with your broomstick and take him on a small ride to calm him before going back to your shared cottage

- Taehyung constantly stealing your witch robes and hats, or fanboying whenever you have to wear the official witch uniform to go to a monthly meeting

- during Halloween Taehyung loves how you don't really have to dress up or decorate anything because it kind of saves the time because he's a busy man

- you give him good luck charms whenever he goes on tours

- overall, a really cute relationship that the both of you try to forge. Taehyung joked about having children with you and just imagine!! Little Taehyungs in small witch robes running around the house!!

- cute

- I love this cute relationship

[singtheskyandfightlikehell]

You know what, as a woman who doesn't know op but felt this post in my soul, I'm feeling indulgent.

Don't make this a gendered issue? Alright, let's talk about men in this situation.

Let's talk about men who are afraid of women in their lives. Let's talk about how they're mocked, either for being weak or for not wanting to fuck every woman in their vicinity. Let's talk about how they're claims are dismissed and belittled.

Let's also talk about how men are socialized to reject sadness. How when most women find out the guy they like doesn't like them back, they get their friends and they watch feel good movies or have a spa day or eat a bunch of ice cream or whatever comforts them while they let their emotions out (yes, that includes crying). How men who are rejected typically have three options: get mad, get drunk, or both. How all those options increase the likelihood of violent reactions and lowered judgment.

Let's talk about how many men insert themselves into conversations about women and they're experiences, feeling oh so proud because they spoke for all the women who weren't present in the conversation and obviously they were more qualified to do so than any woman present.

Let's talk about how damaging it is to men to live in a society that encourages this kind of behavior. Let's talk about how men who dare to speak on the issue, men who dare to challenge other men on their treatment of women, men who actively resist the social conditioning every person experiences (which in most cultures encourages an emotionally repression in men that leads to violence against each other and women) -

Let's talk about how those men are treated. How other men tell them they're soft, they're pussies, they're whipped, they're stupid, they're being manipulated by the cunning women.

How these ideas are often founded on an idea that women's greatest contribution is was and will always be sex. How women are raising the price of sex (we used to only want financial stability. Now we want respect, too?!) And how men should be fighting such an injustice.

How girls are taught that boys hurting them is a sign of affection, but also how boys are taught that hurting someone is a good way to get attention (and that the authorities will excuse they're behavior). How girls are taught that they are supposed to pick up after boys, but that they should be proud because it's a sign of maturity. How boys are never taught how to take care of themselves because there will always be a more mature woman to do it for them (until there isn't).

How the aggressive sexual pursuit of women is seen as something to praise, and more than that, as a maker of manhood. How many boys pick up on rude and dangerous behavior because all they're friends are doing it and they don't want to be the next victim. How many boys came up to me after classes in grade school to apologize for their and their friends' behavior but were too scared of breaking social norms to actually stand up to them when it counted.

So you're right, random internet person. There's so much more at play here than just the Evil Predatory Men and Scared Victim Women. This shouldn't be reduced to just a gendered issue. This is a cultural issue. This is an education issue. This is a social issue. This is a political issue. This is a human issue, and every single human would benefit from discussing and dismantling the systems that allow it.

A guy just came to my house while I was home alone to ask if I was single why are men like this