so as i was making this i remembered just how much i love this movie

References to Mexican Culture in Coco

By now, you’ve probably heard Coco is one of the most well researched films about Mexico and its culture. There are many small details that make it feel like Mexico: the stone roads in a small town, the traditional embroidery patterns in the shirts of Miguel’s female relatives, an uncle wearing a soccer team shirt, even a bowl of limes in a stand of aguas frescas. Of course, the looks of papel picado, day of the dead altars, and cemeteries are also well represented. The clothes of the relatives Miguel sees in the world of the dead is accurate to their eras. While these are a nice touch, you’re ultimately not missing out on anything by not spotting them, so in this post I wanted to talk about the more culturally based details that show the most research and you might not understand if you’re not very well acquainted with Mexican culture:

Names and pronouns

1. Coco

This one is the most straightforward, so let’s start with the name of the movie. While the protagonist is called Miguel, we soon learn that Coco is his great grandmother. “Coco” is what we call a woman called “Socorro” (lit. “help” - it’s a very traditional name that’s considered old fashioned).

The Rivera family calls her “Mamá Coco,” which means “Mother Coco.” They also call Imelda “Mamá Imelda,” and so on. Calling your grandparents “mamá” or “papá” instead of “abuelita” and “abuelito” is a thing you can do, though I can’t say how common it is.

In the Spanish version of the film, Miguel’s grandmother, Elena, talks to Mamá Coco with “usted” (I didn’t notice other instances, but they might be there). Spanish has a formal and an informal version of singular “you:” “usted” for formal, “tú” for informal. The verb conjugation also changes depending on which one you use. It is used differently all through the Spanish speaking world, but in Mexico, other than older people you respect (like a teacher), you can talk to older family members with “usted,” which means respect rather than the distance the formality might imply. Nowadays, it has fallen out of use: as someone born in the 90s, my grandparents talked to their parents almost exclusively with “usted;” out of my parents, my mother talked to hers with “usted” and my father with “tú;” I speak to my parents with “tú.” I have cousins on my mother’s side that talk to their parents with “usted,” but I would say that makes them a minority nowadays.

Traditions and beliefs

2. Crossing to the world of the dead on a bridge of marigolds

If you paid very close attention, you might have noticed two children scattering marigold petals on the ground and their mother telling them not to scatter them, but to make a bridge so the dead could cross over. It was easy to miss, but that’s actually something we believe!

There are several types of flowers you can place in a day of the dead altar, but the one you can’t do without is the yellow marigold. Its petals are scattered all around the altar, and at the very front, you’ll form a path surrounded with candles. The bright yellow will help the dead properly make their way to the altar, and the candles surrounding the path will light their way.

3. Crossing to the world of the dead with a xoloitzcuintli

Several prehispanic cultures had a similar concept of the underworld as many other cultures around the world, in which there was a river they had to cross to get there. For both the Aztecs/Mexicas and the Mayas, a xoloitzcuintli would guide their souls so they could cross the river safely and arrive to Mictlan (Mexicas) or Xibalba (Mayas). To achieve this, a xoloitzcuintli would be sacrificed and buried with its owner. Day of the dead altars can have a xoloitzcuintli figure so that the dead can make it back safely as well.

4. Being thrown into a cenote

My screenshot isn’t the best but at some point, Miguel is thrown into a big pit with water. That’s not just any random pit, but a cenote.

Cenotes are naturally ocurring sinkholes caused by the collapse of limestone. The word “cenote” has Maya etymology, as cenotes are commonly found in the Yucatán peninsula, where they (still!) live. In old times, they would sacrifice animals and people as tributes to the gods, and also throw ceramic objects and jewelry as part of the tribute.

5. Alebrijes

I left these for last because they don’t have any deep meaning. Alebrijes are colorful fantastic animals that a man called Pedro Linares saw in a fever dream. He was a skilled artisan, so when he woke up from his long sickness, he brought them to life in his art.

In Coco, alebrijes are spiritual guides, and while their designs are to the likes of the real alebrijes, the film actually gave them a more important role than they have for us.

Music

6. Genres of Mexican music

The songs in Coco all belong to genres we’ve grown up with, so even if someone isn’t that knowledgeable in music theory or genres, we could vaguely tell they sounded “Mexican” (some more than others). Someone who is more knowledgeable of music genres can help me out here, but I think:

- Remember Me / Recuérdame is a bolero ranchero.

- Much Needed Advice / Dueto a través del tiempo is a ranchera.

- Everyone Knows Juanita / Juanita is a corrido.

- Un Poco Loco is a son jarocho.

- The World Es Mi Familia / El mundo es mi familia is huapango inspired.

- Proud Corazón / El latido de mi corazón is a a son (son de mariachi? I’m most uncertain about this one).

6.5 Un Poco Loco

Un Poco Loco starts in English as

What color is the sky, ay mi amor, ay mi amor,
You tell me that it’s red, ay mi amor, ay mi amor

And in Spanish as

Que el cielo no es azul, ay mi amor, ay mi amor,
Es rojo dices tú, ay mi amor, ay mi amor

(You say the sky isn’t blue, oh my love, oh my love,
It’s red, you say, oh my love, oh my love)

This might be a deliberate reference to a huapango called “Cielo rojo,” which says:

Mientras yo estoy dormido
Sueño que vamos los dos muy juntos
A un cielo azul
Pero cuando despierto
El cielo es rojo, me faltas tú

(As I sleep
I dream of us close together
Going towards a blue sky
But when I wake up
The sky red, I am missing you)

Within the universe of the movie, this would make it an anachronistic reference, though. Additionally, Cielo rojo is a song of loss and Un poco loco is about a woman who thinks very differently and likes to say everything backwards, and that makes him crazy (in a good way!). Hence, in English we’ve got her saying to put his shoes on his head instead of his feet, and in Spanish him saying she might think with her feet and also how she keeps playing with his thoughts. Cielo rojo is a pretty sad song.

7. La Llorona

And I purposefully left La Llorona out of that list (it’s originally a son istmeño, though).

There’s a full musical number in Spanish, which seems to have suprised some people. For those of us who watched Coco in Spanish, it wasn’t too hard to guess it was this one: La Llorona was likely left in Spanish because it’s a very old folk song, one of those that are so old it has no known author and there are many different versions of the lyrics.

“Llorona” just means “weeper,” which is not really as unusual of a word in Spanish as it is in English. It’s closer to “crybaby” in use. She’s also what we call a character in a Mexican folktale. If you’re curious, the version used in Coco says the following, with “llorona” being the singer herself:

Poor me, llorona, llorona dressed in sky blue
Even if it costs me my life, llorona, I won’t stop loving you
I climbed the highest pine tree to see if I could spot you
Since the pine tree was so green, llorona, it cried upon seeing me cry

What is grief and what is not grief, llorona: it all is grief to me
Yesterday, I was crying to see you, llorona; today, I’m crying because I saw you

Poor me, llorona, llorona dressed in sky blue
Even if it costs me my life, llorona, I won’t stop loving you

Famous people

8. Ernesto de la Cruz

“Isn’t he an original charact-” NO LISTEN STAY WITH ME.

Remember how I said Remember Me is a bolero ranchero? Guess who we associate boleros rancheros with?

That would be Pedro Infante, who happens to have a strong resemblance to no other than Ernesto de la Cruz.

It’s probably not a coincidence at all, as later on we see Ernesto with Pedro Infante and Jorge Negrete at his party. Ernesto de la Cruz was explicitly stated to be inspired on both of them and another singer of the same genres, Vicente Fernández.

My parents left the movie saying “Pedro Infante didn’t deserve that burn,” lol.

9. Frida Kahlo (and Diego)

She does have a rather prominent role so she’s hard to miss. For those unaware, Frida is the artist who made the flaming papaya.

The themes in Frida’s are autobiographical, as she had a rather unusual life due to polio and injury. She painted herself and her suffering a lot. That might be why we get performances with many Fridas and things like a crying cactus that’s herself.

Bonus: her husband, Diego Rivera, is also in the same studio where we meet Frida. He was an important artist, specifically a muralist. 

10. Other Mexican celebrities

I already brought up Pedro Infante and Jorge Negrete as characters that appear right beside Ernesto de la Cruz.

But we also get to see a cameo of many other famous Mexican names in Ernesto’s studio! Excluding the people at the piano, from left to right:

Emiliano Zapata, a revolutionary; (my best guess is) Adela Velarde, another revolutionary; Ernesto and Miguel; (probably) Agustín Lara, composer and singer; (probably) Dolores del Río, actress (in Hollywood too!); Cantinflas, comedian and actor; Pedro Infante, singer and actor; María Félix, actress; El Santo, wrestler and actor; Jorge Negrete, singer and actor.

They kind of looked like this:

Another bonus: this gal looks like the calavera garbancera / the Catrina illustrated by José Guadalupe Posada.


There might be more things I’m missing or forgot; if that’s the case, feel free to let me know! You can also fix my music genres for me since that’s never been my forte.

I hope this was of interest to someone! 

Pixar COCO ¡Viva México!

Ok, ok, so I recently went to see the movie and let me tell you something… it’s more than just a movie, es una obra de arte.

I’m not joking, really, my expectations went beyond what I thought. It was amazing in every way. Well, maybe I’m gonna make some spoilers, but I found myself in need of telling you my experience as a Mexican point of view.

Because yes, I’m proudly Mexican.

  • 1. Estás muy flaco, ¡come más!

This is funny. 

In each family, at least in mine, it is normal that your grandmother wants to feed you because, according to her, you are very thin. And this reminded me a lot of my grandmother, whom I sweetly called Yaya. And yes, she is a strong, very determined woman who always fills my plate with lots of food. 

But my Yaya’s food is always the best.

Originally posted by musicalhog

  • 2. El maravilloso ambiente

There was no time to take the eyes off every scene, every color, every sound, literally. In the land of the living, the colors were relatively balanced, since it is a village, when dusk comes, which illuminates each house in a beautiful orange color. The colorful cemeteries and ofrendas captivated me greatly, for the passion with which we adorn the tombs of our departed is more than a tradition; is a connection that even Death itself can never take away.

Originally posted by musicalhog

  • 3. ¡Música maestro!

My God, I can’t believe Disney has started its own theme with Mariachi music. 

AY, AY, AY!!

That. was. Phenomenal. 

The rest of the film, when I started to hear the voices of each character singing, dancing or even playing guitar, I almost felt like jumping and singing, clapping and dancing. If anything you must be sure, is that when a Mexican hears that kind of music, mariachi, trumpets, violins, the shoe, the drums, gives him an infinite desire to be celebrating forever.

Originally posted by wrlockbane

  • 4. La Chancla

La abuelita threatening everyone with la chancla. 

That’s typical of mexican family. No, seriously. Once my Yaya threw me la chancla voladora when I was little and I was running and they had yelled at me to stop. That could not be missing!

If you have never been threatened with la chancla, or much less have hit you with it, trust me, as a mexican you had no childhood.

Originally posted by auroras-boreales

  • 5. La Llorona

Originally, the song La Llorona is sung by Chavela Vargas. If you have never heard of it, I strongly recommend that you do so. That was totally amazing! 

“Ay, de mí llorona. Llorona, de azul celeste. Ay, de mí llorona. Llorona, de azul celeste…”

“Y aunque me cueste la vida, llorona, no dejaré de quererte. Y aunque me cueste la vida, llorona, no dejaré de quererte…”

Miguel’s great-great-grandmother sang it with such sentiment made me shed tears, because I’ve heard it since I was a little girl. My grandmother sometimes sings it when she’s cooking.

  • 6. Ay, Ernesto, no te rajes

Yes, yes, YES!!!

I actually knew that Ernesto de la Cruz was inspired by Pedro Infante and Jorge Negrete. OH, MY GOD! I love this man so much!

Originally posted by andyjwest

Maybe you can remember Jorge with the song Ay, Jalisco no te rajes! (From the movie The Tree Caballeros) There are other songs that I recommend you to hear. But my favorite has always been that.

Yo soy Mexicano, Mexico Lindo, Ella, Entre suspiro y suspiro, El Abandonado, and more…

  • 7. Alebrijes

Actually, this was a very original idea that I loved. 

Alebrijes are imaginary beings made up of physiognomic elements of different animals, a combination of several animals, not only fantastic but also real.
They’re handicrafts made with the technique of the cartonería, that they are painted with joyful colors and vibrant.

Alebrijes are one of the many wonders of Mexican art and a pride and the hallmark of Oaxaca. Having a alebrije or a collection of them at home is considered good luck and it is said that happiness will accompany anyone who owns one of these works of art. In addition, owning a alebrije is to possess the best of Mexican art, so vast, so colorful, so full of life and a beauty recognized internationally.

  • 8. La Familia es primero

Even though The Book of Life is also another of my favorite movies, something made me even love more Coco than this. 

Family.

Originally posted by disneymusic

It may sound a little… cliché, but for me the family has always been the most important thing. In fact, I quite identified with Miguel’s family. I could see in my own flesh not only my grandmother, but my uncles, my cousins and my other relatives. We don’t live in one house, we live in different places.

Traditionally my grandfathers are doctors, and they wanted my mother to be a doctor, but she preferred to study theater just as my father studied music. And there could be no doubt that her own daughter would also want to be an artist.

When I first went to Europe to visit the Universities, my grandmother, who repudiated the idea of being an artist, came to me one day and said to me: “It’s your life, you decide what you want and what you choose will be always good for me.”

The love of the family is so different and so unique, that to a certain point it made me realize that I do not need love of a couple if I have people that I can always talk to and who can support me too.

  • 9. Recuérdame

This song was definitely the best of the best. Full of feelings, full of dedication, I should applaud the effort for composers, I haven’t had the privilege of hearing it in English, but I think you should also listen to it in Spanish, and I say it because the song sounds infinitely cool. and with the voice of the characters, made my skin prickly and shed more tears.

“Hasta que en mis brazos tú estés… Recuérdame…”

  • 10. Mama Coco

This, without a doubt, is my favorite. The entire character of mama Coco.

She may not appear more than some scenes from the entire film, but she is a very important and very captivating character. The relationship she has with Miguel is very special, an old mind woman and a big-hearted young man, the love of grandparents or great-grandparents is so strong and has no limits…

I have lived with my great-grandparents since I was two years old, and I loved them with all my heart just like them to me.

They are no longer with me…

But that does not mean that I have forgotten them. I remember them every day, every moment, when I least expect it, I sometimes dream about them. Sometimes I ask my grandparents how they were as young people, and I could imagine their lives in black and white films, where they wore dresses and suits.

The times of my great-grandfathers were hard, but were also beautiful, they enjoyed their entire life and were happy. Mama Coco was able to leave the world knowing that her father loved her and sang for the last time. Recuérdame with her great-grandchild.

What a beautiful scene, so simple, so lovely, that speaks for much.

Originally posted by musicalhog

Believe it or not, I loved Coco more than The Book of Life.

But I don’t think there has to be some anger cause somehow they seem to be something in como. For God’s sake, they do NOT seem at all, at least of the plot. 

Is more than obvious that the producers and the cast made a mega effort to make the film an original work, and yes, it is original, cause there were so many unexpected twists, plus that, again, made me cry.

Don’t hate Coco, really, the movie is worth seeing, and it is such a beautiful and so cute way of putting the family theme. 

The Book of Life talked about fear in being yourself: there is nothing wrong of being yourself and always follow your heart, while Coco talks about that it is okay to follow your dreams, but also think about your family, think about something that goes more beyond your expectations, but what you choose will always have the support of your family.

Two films focusing on Mexico, focusing on El Dia de los Muertos, two films that use direct themes, but that somehow made me realize what Life is like.

So, go ahead, Vive tu momento.

Originally posted by musicalhog

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Q1. Your dream job when you were a child?
A badminton player when I was in elementary school. After that my parents bought me a computer so I got into gaming and wanted to do a job about gaming.

Q2. How did the members celebrate your birthday in 2017?
We were all practicing singing and dancing and the lights suddenly went off, then the door was opened and Jimin-san and V-san came in holding a cake.

Q3. When do you feel like you have become an adult!
I turned 20 in Japanese age in September! But actually I’m still a kid at heart, so truthfully I don’t really feel like I have become an adult.

Q4. In which moment do you feel like you’re still a kid?
For example, when I watch and think about a video or an interview. When I read people’s comments, I feel like even with the same question, they think from a much bigger point of view than me. That’s when I feel like maybe I’m still lacking in depth.

Q5. A work that touched you recently?
“Love, Rosie”. It made me touched because it’s a sweet but sad love story.

Q6. The kind of song you’re planning to compose?
Song of styles like future base and chillstep which I enjoy and listen to a lot.

Q7. Favorite dessert?
The Japanese snack kinako mochi. I like that it melts in my mouth because it’s just so fluffy! Also I ate cheesecake before the photoshoot for <non-no>. That one was delicious too♡

Q8. How do you take care of your beautiful voice?
I don’t pay particular attention to it… Like I just sing with my original voice I’ve had since I was born…

Q9. Any habit?
Covering my nose when I yawn. Not mouth but nose somehow. (laughs) And I pull the baby hair on my face unconsciously. I know about these things because fans told me.

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Jin

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It felt like this night was going on forever. You hated public gatherings but this was far worse than anything you could have imagined. You said hi to at least fifty people in the last ten minutes alone.

The only thing that made this night a little less exhausting was the fact that Jin wasn’t leaving your side. He had his hand on your waist and politely guided you around, expertly avoiding people he didn’t like so neither of you would have to say hi to them.

“I’m probably having the worst night of my life,” you admitted, sipping your third glass of champagne and still feeling as sober as ever.

“Come on, am I really that bad?” Jin asked with a half-smile.

“It’s not you,” you said. “It’s the people. They’re all so boring. And this ball, in general. What’s the point of it? If it’s to bore me to death, then it succeeded.”

Jin laughed at this. “I might know a solution to your problem.”

“Oh?” you looked at him, suddenly very interested. “At this point, I’m up for anything.”

“Let’s go, then,” Jin said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

He pulled you to the back of the venue, next to the kitchens, where he opened one of the cupboards the janitors used and revealed his very own secret stash of alcohol. Gasping in excitement, you grabbed the first bottle you saw.

“If I get too drunk to walk, do you promise you’ll help me get home?” you asked before opening the bottle.

Jin laughed. “Always.”

You nodded, opening the bottle and taking a swig without bothering about glasses.

“Okay, easy, now,” Jin warned, after noticing that you haven’t stopped drinking and there was now less than half of the liquid left in the bottle.

You finally pulled the bottle away, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and smiled at him.

“Now this ball seems much better,” you told him with glittering eyes while Jin grabbed the bottle from your hands and finished it off.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the two of you were so drunk that you couldn’t see straight and all of a sudden, everything seemed ten times as hilarious. You were both surprised to learn that both of you were very cuddly when drunk.

You walked down the venue hand-in-hand, or stopped in the middle of the room to cuddle, making people stop and stare with smiles on their faces.

“Young love,” people from older generations muttered as they watched the two of you laugh at the way Jin’s bow tie spun when he moved it.

Soon, however, you raised your eyes from Jin’s bow tie to meet his eyes, and slowly your laughter died down. Jin stopped moving too, once your eyes met.

It felt like a special moment passed between you two. Everything was no longer funny. Instead of that, both of you felt the indescribable urge to feel each other’s lips.

You raised your hand, clumsily brushing it along his cheek and touching his lips. Jin whimpered at your touch and grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

Another moment passed.

And then finally, Jin leaned in, connecting your lips and sparking an energy so strong that it felt as if the lights of the venue had gone out for a moment. As you felt his lips on yours, you felt such a grandiose feeling; it was as if this was everything you’ve waited for in life. The culmination of the movie. The highest peak of your story.

Jin pulled away momentarily, taking your face into his hands.

“Take a deep breath,” he said to you, breathlessly. “Because I’m going to kiss you again, but this time, I’m not pulling away.”


Suga

Originally posted by the9397

It was your first proper date after the wedding and the two of you looked like you were two teenagers out on a first date.

Yoongi had shyly asked if he could hold your hand and you blushed before agreeing. You had never imagined that a man as dangerous as him could also be so soft and caring. But he kept on surprising you. Like, when you sat down for some ice cream and he carefully brushed the ice cream from the side of your mouth, forcing your heart to race. Or how he moved you to a side when a careless boy on a bike drove through a puddle and almost splashed you.

Then, once the date was nearing the end and the two of you were almost home, Yoongi stopped suddenly.

“You know what I just realized?” he asked.

“What?”

“That I’m going to miss a crucial part of a date,” he said. “I can’t walk you home. Because we live together.”

You laughed at this. “Is it really that crucial?”

“Of course! That’s when the kiss happens!”

A smile spread across your face at this, causing Yoongi to smile back at you.

“Well, you can walk me to my bedroom…” you suggested. “And if things go right, I might invite you in for some coffee…”

“Coffee, huh?” Yoongi’s smile was now from ear to ear. “I love drinking coffee in bedrooms.”

You laughed at this and both of you continued to walk until you reached your house. Then, with glittering eyes, the two of you headed up the stairs and stopped just outside of your bedroom.

“I feel a lot of pressure right now,” Yoongi admitted, laughing a little.

You smiled. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupted you with a reassuring nod. “Believe me. I really want to.”

You had nothing to reply and suddenly the only sound in the hallway was the loud beating of both of your hearts. Somehow, they managed to find a rhythm.

Yoongi leaned into you and finally touched your lips with his own, and the two of you moved in perfect synchronization with the beat of your hearts. Neither one of you needed air anymore. You were breathing each other.

Yoongi pulled away a moment later. “Was that right?”

You smiled, remember the conversation you had earlier. Slowly, you turned the handle of your bedroom door, allowing him to enter.

“It was more than right,” you said, waiting until he stepped inside. “I want you to do that again.”

You closed the door and watched Yoongi turn around to face you. “I can do so much more than that.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by theseoks

Hoseok was acting weird. He seemed distant and unhappy. You tried to give him some space, thinking that maybe he was just stressed and anxious about a job he had to do. But two weeks later, he still walked around the house with a sullen expression. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hoseok,” you said, as the two of you sat at the dinner table next to each other. “You’ve been poking your food for the past fifteen minutes. What’s wrong?”

Hoseok raised his head and looked at you with a spaced-out expression. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“No, something is definitely wrong,” you disagreed. “You’ve been weird. I thought you’d get better but you just seem to be getting worse. Seriously, what’s wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?”

Hoseok put the cutlery down and sighed. “I don’t think this is working.”

Your stomach dropped.

“What is?” you asked slowly. “Are you talking about us?”

Hoseok nodded.

“I don’t know why you’re even with me,” he said dryly. “My family doesn’t even make that much money in comparison to others. And I’m just not good enough for you. You could do so much better.”

Your eyes widened as you listened to this. “What the hell are you talking about? Where is this coming from?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s what I’ve come to realize. I don’t want to trap you here like we’re living in some modern-life Beauty and the Beast. You can leave if you—”

Groaning, you got up from your seat, grabbed your face in his hands and placed a kiss on his mouth, effectively shutting him up. When you pulled away a second later, Hoseok looked like he’s been shaken to the core.

“I’m sorry I just did that,” you said. “But I’m also not sorry at all. I don’t know why you’re suddenly saying any of those things, but I don’t want to leave. Why would I? You’re everything I could want and more.”

Hoseok just blinked as if he had completely lost the ability to speak.

“You don’t want to leave?” he asked quietly a few minutes later.

“Of course not!” you said, almost angry now. “Why would I ever want to leave? I’m not stupid, I know very well I’d never find anyone as caring, as humble, and as beautiful as you.”

Hoseok swallowed. “Are you just saying that to make me feel better?”

“I’m not,” you said. “I’m saying that to make you see that everything you said before was complete nonsense and—”

“Can you kiss me again?”

“I—yes. Yes, I can.”

And you did. Many times. Over and over. And you would have kissed him as many times as he wanted if only that helped him see that he was the one for you. Even though you didn’t choose to marry him, you wouldn’t have traded what you had with him for anything.


RM

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

You and Namjoon were cuddling on the couch in the living room, watching a third action movie in a row. If the first two kept you at the edge of your seat, this last one was basically putting both of you to sleep. The action and drama were still there, but you two were simply too tired to experience any adrenaline.

With hazy eyes, you raised your head from Namjoon’s chest to check if he was awake, and were surprised to find him already staring at you.

“Hi,” you said lamely and saw him smile at this.

“Hey,” he replied. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “But I don’t want to move.”

“Don’t,” Namjoon said, wrapping his arms around your waist under the blanket that covered you both. “Let’s stay like this.”

“But aren’t you tired?”

“I am,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “But I’m also comfortable here. Like this.”

You smiled in content, raising your head again to place a quick thank-you kiss on his cheek, only Namjoon turned his head. You gasped in shock when your lips came in contact with his, but you were too tired to jump away from him.

You pulled away a few centimeters to look at him and saw his shocked face.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to—” you started.

“Can I?” Namjoon cut you off. “Kiss you, I mean. On the lips. Please?”

Swallowing, you nodded, and after a few quick – but torturous – moments, his lips touched yours again. Neither one of you pulled away now, as he held your lips between his in a kiss that none of you realized you’ve been waiting for.

Your hands wrapped around his neck as the movie playing in the background seemed to go silent, and the only important sound in the room was the sound of your hearts beating against each other in your chests, and the sound of your lips brushing against each other in heated kisses. And this created a melody so beautiful that both of you wanted to listen to it for the rest of your lives.


Jimin

Originally posted by baking-suga-kookies

All through the concert that Jimin sneaked you into, you couldn’t believe that it was truly happening. You were seeing your favorite band perform live only because your husband dared to risk his reputation and his safety by dragging you out of the house, despite his family’s protests.

You knew very well the two of you were going to get into a lot of trouble. You could be kicked out of the house. Out of the family, even.

But as you listened to your favorite song play and watched the reflection of the stage lights in the eyes of the light-haired boy next to you, you didn’t care about anything that was going to happen after tonight.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jimin told you all of a sudden.

You hadn’t even realized you’ve been looking at him all of this time. “Why not?”

“Because this look in  your eyes makes me want to kiss you.”

Overwhelmed by the wide range of emotions you’ve been experiencing, you exhaled slowly, and told him, “Do it,” in a challenging tone.

Jimin wasted no time, pulling you closer to him, and capturing your lips between his before you could change your mind. But you weren’t going to. You were just scared of not getting enough of him, because the feeling of his soft lips moving against yours and his hands roaming up and down your sides, was addicting.

When Jimin pulled away, you saw need in his eyes, and you were sure he saw the same thing in yours.

“Kiss me again,” you whispered.

And he did.

He kept kissing you through every song, and even the songs that you didn’t like very much became your favorite ones when his lips were on yours.

Once the concert was over, and you asked Jimin what his favorite part of the show was, he turned to look at you, and with no hesitation whatsoever, replied, “You.”


V

Originally posted by xxtaetaexx

Taehyung had already told you that he didn’t want to date anyone else. And yet, despite knowing that he took his marriage seriously, you still felt insecure.

“I don’t understand why you don’t want to go to the ball with me,” Taehyung said, already standing in a suit, on his way out of the door. “It would be really rude of us if I showed up alone since we were both invited.”

“Tell them I’m sick or something,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“No, but tell me the reason why you don’t want to go,” Taehyung continued to push you. “Is it because of me? Do you not want to appear in public with me or something?”

You looked down. “No. It’s rather the opposite.”

“What?” Taehyung frowned in confusion. “What do you mean? You think I don’t want to go out with you?”

You didn’t answer that but you didn’t have to. He understood.

“Y/n, please tell me the reason why you refuse to go to this ball with me isn’t because you think you’re not worthy of me or something,” he said. “Because if it is, then it’s the most stupid reason ever.”

“It’s not stupid,” you told him, finally daring to look up at him again. “Look, if you weren’t stuck being married to me, you could have anyone you want. So, frankly, I just don’t understand why are you even wasting your time with me.”

“First of all, I’m not wasting my time. Second of all, I’m not stuck. I could get out of this marriage if I wanted to. But I don’t.”

“Right. You say that now but your opinion might change,” you said. “Maybe you just don’t realize that you’re out of my league and that under normal circumstances, I’d never have a chance with you. You’d never want me and—”

Your words got stuck in your throat when you felt his lips on yours.  Not pulling away to give you a chance to calm your heart down, Taehyung kissed you harder, trying to show you how wrong you were.

When he finally pulled away, he gave you a small smile. “Sorry. I just didn’t know how else to shut you up.”

“T-that’s okay,” you stuttered.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, you know,” he said then. “And I can’t believe I only dared to finally kiss you when you thought I would never.”

“I’m—” you started but were cut off again.

“If you tell me you don’t believe me when I tell you that I want you, I’m going to have to kiss you again,” he warned. “And I might not pull away this time.”

“B-but the ball…”

“Fuck the ball,” Taehyung said. “I want you to know how much I want you.”


Jungkook

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Jungkook kept walking around the house with his head down, seemingly deep in thought. Even when he was talking to you. Actually, especially when he was talking to you. He wouldn’t even raise his eyes to meet yours.

“Hey, what’s the problem?” you asked him one night when the two of you were hanging out in his bedroom, watching movies. “Last time you looked at me was two centuries ago.”

Jungkook turned his head but didn’t raise his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean look at me,” you said.

“I am,” he replied, but his eyes were on your waist.

“Look me in the eyes,” you said with a groan.

Jungkook bit his lip and slowly allowed his gaze to climb up your body and stop on your eyes.

“Okay, good,” you nodded encouragingly, all while keeping eye contact with him, afraid that if you blinked, he’d look away again. “Now tell me what’s the problem.”

“There’s no problem,” Jungkook insisted but his eyes left yours again.

Sighing, you removed your hands from under the blanket and raised them to cup his face and turn him to look at you. You watched his cheeks turn rosy under your hands at this unexpected action.

“You know what your behavior kind of reminds me of?” you asked him, suddenly smiling.

Jungkook shook his head, not answering.

“Little boys in elementary school. Like, when they have a crush on someone and they’re so scared of that someone finding out. They just steal glances and then completely ignore their crush if a conversation arises.”

Jungkook swallowed slowly. “Are you calling me a little boy?”

“Well, you’re acting like one,” you shrugged your shoulders, letting his face go.

All of a sudden, just as you were removing your hands from his face, Jungkook grabbed your wrists, pushing you backward – so you were forced to lie down on your back – and towering above you.

“I’m not a little boy,” he said, his rosy cheeks now replaced with dilated pupils and an expression so focused, you felt shivers run down your body.

Not sure if you’ll find your voice, you leaned up closer to him. “Prove it.”

Within seconds of these words leaving your mouth, Jungkook roughly placed his lips on yours, forcing you to lie back down on the bed. As you kissed him back, already feeling the lack of air in your lungs, you knew that this wouldn’t end with just kissing. Jungkook was going to prove it to you and he was going to prove it good.

Envy

Pairing; Jeon Jungkook  x Reader

Words; 4.2k

Genre; Smut with a plot 

Summary;  ❝Envy is the art of counting another’s blessing instead of your own❞

Aka; Jungkook is envious of your new relationship after he rejected your feelings

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Other notes from that Seb podcast interview, aside from what other fabulous people’ve already posted and summarized:

–he drinks almond milk

–he only knew he was actually presenting at the Golden Globes two days in advance (?!) and they didn’t get fed (”there were some, like, cucumber sandwiches on the table all night, but Mary J. Blige didn’t eat any, so I didn’t…”)

–”when Allison Janney won, I let out such a big scream…it was like, here’s the kid from the Eastern European country, sitting over there”

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Let’s promise each other something: because darling, oh darling. I know you want to press pause on the movie that is your life, because I do, I do. And I know you sometimes get so tired of carrying the weight of the world on those slim shoulders. I know you look into the mirror and see plain features and feel roaring waves of inadequacy, I know, I know.

I know you’ve got a little voice whispering inside of you you’ll never be good enough. I know you try to protect yourself, to shield yourself to not care because you fear the heartbreak that comes with caring to much but doing this makes you put yourself on the sidelines, makes people stop inviting you and I know, God, I know how much this hurts.

So let’s promise each other something: whenever this happens, this little voice trying so hard to protect us and only winding up hurting us: let’s promise each other to cry a little, to cry a lot. To take a shower, to listen to music and really, truly listen, think about nothing else. To write about wanting to give up but to keep on going, to eat something healthy too, even if we eat up a whole pack of potato chips or chocolate cookies, to grant ourselves this small reprieve instead of hating ourselves afterwards for the way we can pinch our belly between skinny fingers.

Listen to me, please, let’s promise each other to take a walk, to walk past a bridge or a body of water, to admire the darkness but remember the coldness and to keep on going. Remember that stranger that smiled, the one that helped you reach a high shelve, that picked up some change and gave it back, to remember the bus driver that waited on that busy intersection to let you get on, to remember all those little kindnesses from strangers you’ll never forget and to remember that we, too, have got so many little kindnesses to give and that there must be a stranger out there somewhere that remembers these plain features, these brown eyes and not so white teeth.

Let’s promise each other, that, please, please, but let’s also promise each other to sometimes let go and cry and to look after ourselves. Let’s remember that being kind and nice and good does not mean letting people walk over ourselves. And let’s define ourselves: if we like to be alone, sometimes, if we like to close the curtains against the world and drown in music and song, why be jealous of that one friend that is always talking to someone if the mere idea of holding more than three conversations is exhausting. If you love that girl everyone else seems to find annoying, hold steady to it, say “I like her and I like you and is there a problem?” because nothing will feel worse, and of this I am so absolutely certain, nothing will feel worse than betraying yourself.
Darling please, let’s promise each other, that on those lowest moments, on those darkest nights, when we feel like no one will love us ever, we’ll think of our achievements, even if they were something that feels so small and insignificant, like eating one cookie less or getting out of bed, if we were proud of them they matter and so do we. So do we.

And let’s promise each other we’ll think of our families, or about the friends we’ve had and that even though it always felt like we were the second choice, we were a choice, so they wanted us in their lives. Let’s think of the stranger we once helped, and think that maybe they remember us. Let’s think of the things that we love, and let’s think about the fact that the CO2 we expel from our lungs feed plants and bacteria and that we matter. That we have done some good in this world and that hopefully we’ll be able to do some more. That everything will be all right someday as long as we keep going.
Darling, let’s promise each other, that though we are strangers that may have never met, I’ll love you and you’ll love me, and we’ll think about each other sometimes, because we understand each other so perfectly, because I know that voice in your head as well as you know the ache in my bones and the tiredness of my eyelids, and we’ll keep on existing and breathing and loving and not giving up no matter how many times our heart breaks because we know they are not alone in breaking and so maybe, just maybe, they will not be alone in healing either because we will have each other to think of, to remember and to smile through the tears together.

Thor Ragnarok/Loki imagines - I see you

Originally posted by thortunes

AN: I’m really going back to my roots here. Marvel was always what I wrote most and what I started this page with. Thor Ragnarok makes me feel really old as I look back on the many years I’ve been writing fan fiction. Loki is and will always be my main first love. Thor Ragnarok may not have been as serious as previous Thor Movies but I still adored it and Loki stole my heart like he does every time he’s on the screen. I came up with this mid movie and I couldn’t pull my phone out to write the idea down so thank god I remembered it. Also, some of the dialogue between Thor and Loki is not word for word, it’s just what I remember.

I might turn this into a series where I start from the first Thor then lead the story up to Ragnarok. Tell me your thoughts on this. 

Summary: You have always been Loki’s rock and when Hela comes for Asgard, Loki wants to go back for you but won’t admit that. You are see-er and that meant you could see where Loki is at all times, but when you can’t, you start to panic. 

Pairing(s): Loki x reader

Word count: 1,106

Warnings: Spoilers. 

When Heimdall was exiled from the city, you chose to go with him. You had seeing powers much like he did however yours differed in a way that Heimdall found interesting. 

He was your mentor and when Odin banished him, you had to go with him as he was like a father to you. 

However, this meant leaving Loki behind. 

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I have a place in my heart for games that are objectively kind of a mess, (Hi, other four people on the planet who remember Haze!), so today, on its first anniversary, I want to talk about FFXV. 

This is a game where:

  • the plot got rewritten and retooled so many times that a bunch of the crucial plot exposition ended up not in it
  • to have any idea what’s going on you need to watch the tie-in anime prequel and the tie-in movie where there’s like 17 subplots and the timeline makes no sense and for some reason Aaron Paul is here
  • a sub-boss shows up who is a general of the evil empire and clearly a recurring villain with a full background and personality, then he gets blown up in a robot and is never seen again, until the side quest half the game later where he’s just a couple voice tracks and then gets blown up in a robot, and then the bonus DLC where he’s onscreen for a good solid couple minutes and then gets blown up in a robot
  • no seriously there’s a big reveal of a guy’s identity in Kingsglaive where the shock didn’t land for me because I deadass could not remember who he was
  • in the base game before the DLC, it is left not entirely clear whether one of your buddies is a magic robot or just an undocumented immigrant 
  • a minor character is just straight up Hillary Clinton
  • whether you understand crucial pieces of what’s going on depends on how much attention you pay to magazines lying around on benches and train seats
  • seriously I couldn’t focus through Kingsglaive because this magic knight dude was Jesse Pinkman
  • the bad guy is the only one doing anything to make this plot work
  • including the bit where he does a timestopping kidnap train heist to make you go to a place you were going anyway
  • there were so many holes that they ended up patching in more plot, which is practically unheard of, and in the process the localizers took the chance to throw in a Kellyanne Conway joke
  • they also had to buff up the weapon you have in that part, because it kept using up your whole mana bar without actually draining the robot’s life enough to kill them, so I kept getting chased around by gangly robots that’d had their souls half sucked out until they were skeletal stick things, which coincidentally is what appears to have happened to Kellyanne Conway
  • also during all that the bad guy is just chilling and Stanley Parable’ing at you
  • they had a whole trailer they wanted to do something with so they just stuck it in as a dream sequence
  • one character has a deep, tragic backstory, conflicted motivations, connections to things all over the plot, and an extremely dramatic and meticulous character design. He is onscreen for like two minutes and then dies

I love this game. 

My 2017 Reading List

Here are the books I read in 2017. I didn’t read as much as I usually do this year. I was kind of on tour constantly and also life. But I read many excellent books this year and only one inexcusably bad book that I am still very angry about. 

My Favorite Book of the Year

Pachinko by Min Jin Lee

I cannot say enough about Pachinko. This novel was utterly absorbing. I knew nothing about it when I picked it up, and I couldn’t put it down. I read it voraciously and was so taken by the writing, by the elegance of the prose, the sweeping ambition and scope of the narrative, how much I learned without feeling lectured, how I wanted so very much for the characters and was very invested in their lives. I love this book.

My Second Favorite Book of the Year

Stephen Florida by Gabe Habash

A girl (woman obvi) I’m always trying to impress gave me this book so I of course read it and at first, I was like, hmm, this is just an uncomfortable read. As in literally, the prose is so weird that it was uncomfortable to read. But I kept reading. And I kept reading. And it was all so strange, so intensely committed to being what it was, no pretense, no bullshit, just incredibly stylistic storytelling about a young man who lives to wrestle. I loved all the details, the intense focus on the body, the obsession with ambition, the plainness of Stephen Florida’s wants and needs. I never knew what was going to happen next. I was always anxious about what might happen next. The execution of this novel is flawless. So many very good books are very good but unoriginal. This book is excellent and truly original.

The Other Best Books of the Year

What It Means When a Man Falls From the Sky by Lesley Nneka Arimah
Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado
We Are Never Meeting In Real Life by Samantha Irby
Spoiler Alert by xTx
Eat Only When You Are Hungry by Lindsay Hunter
The Collapsing Empire by John Scalzi
The Idiot by Elif Batuman
I’m So Fine: A List of Famous Men & What I Had On by Khadijah Queen

An Absolutely Delightful Novel That Was Thoroughly Imaginative and Strange and Charming

All the Birds in the Sky by Charlie Jane Anders

A Memoir that Was Really Very Extra but the Writing Was Fine and the Book Certainly Held My Prurient Interest

How to Murder Your Life by Cat Marnell

Gorgeous Collections of Poetry That Astonished Me And Opened The World Up To Me

Don’t Call Us Dead by Danez Smith
Wade in the Water by Tracy K. Smith
Blud by Rachel McKibbens
Call a Wolf a Wolf by Kaveh Akbar
Bestiary by Donika Kelly
Silencer by Marcus Wicker

A Really Creepy True Crime Book About an English Girl’s Disappearance in Japan

The People Who Eat Darkness by Richard Lloyd Parry

An Utterly Underwhelming (and Often Annoying) but Very Competent Short Story Collection

Uncommon Type by Tom Hanks

An Ambitious Essay Collection From a Talented Writer Where I Wanted More Depth From Each Essay

All the Lives I want by Alanna Massey

The Celebrity Memoir I Absolutely Loved and Did Not Expect to Love About an Artist I Knew Nothing About and Now I Can’t Stop Listening to His Song “Lemonade” Which Is Not to Be Confused With God’s Album “Lemonade”

The Autobiography of Gucci Mane by Gucci Mane

The Book I Hated Most, For Excellent Reasons I Explain in My Goodreads Review and That I WIll Summarize by Saying NO NOPE NO Because For One the Protagonist Scoops Semen Out of Her Vagina With Alarming Frequency (WTF DUDE? COME ON)

My Absolute Darling by Gabriel Tallent

A Book From My Childhood That I Adored and Found Again With the Help of Some Fans At An Event (It totally holds up)

Caroline by Willo Davis Roberts

An Amazing Dystopian Feminist Novel I Couldn’t Put Down

The Book of the Unnamed Midwife by Meg Elison

A Fun, Unexpectedly Interesting Book About the Worst Movie Ever

The Disaster Artist by Greg Sestero with Tom Bissell

A Novel About Rich White Women That Was Okay And Very Readable But Also Very Predictable And Way Better Than the Dry Ass TV Adaptation With Bad Music

Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty

A Quintessential New Yorker’s New York Book That Is Wonderful

Arbitrary Stupid Goal by Tamara Shopsin

A Moving Novel About A Man Trying to Grapple WIth His Weight and His Grief and Keeping His Family Together

The Weight of Him by Ethel Rohan

A Book About Young Folk In the Big City Trying to Make It Work in Start Up World

Startup by Doree Shafrir

A Solid Memoir About Brain Trauma and A Woman Finding Her Way Back to Herself

Tell Me Everything You Don’t Remember by Christine Hyung-Oak Lee

A Book of Pictures Of Signs From the Women’s March (Literally)

Why We March: Signs of Protest and Hope

A Hilarious Book by a Comedian Which Is Notable Because Most Comedian Books Are Neither Good Nor Funny

The Awkward Thoughts of W. Kamau Bell by Kamau Bell

A Book by A Comedian That Was Fine But I Didn’t Love It

The Last Black Unicorn by Tiffany Haddish

Unique Poetry Collections That Experimented With Form, Language, and Thought In Really Interesting Ways

Electric Arches by Eve Ewing
Madness by Sam Sax
My Mother Was a Freedom Fighter by Aja Monet

A Book From A Writer I Love That I Wanted to Like But It Made Me Cringe A Lot, Particularly Where Race Is Concerned

The Force by Don Winslow

A Bad Romance Novel Where The Sex Metaphors Made Me Irate and Also The Woman Was Constantly Wetting Herself Over the Man’s Masculine Scent and Let’s Be Real In That Men Only Smell Good Once In A While DON’T AT ME

Deadly Rumors by Cheris Hodges

A Really Descriptive Novel Where Los Angeles and the California Desert Are More Vivid and Compelling As Characters Than the Human Characters

Wonder Valley by Ivy Pochoda

The Essay Collection About Race in America I Am Still Grappling With

We Were Eight Years in Power by Ta-Nehisi Coates

A Book Where the Very Last Scene Was the Strongest, And Still Haunts Me Months After First Reading It

New People by Danzy Senna

Books I Taught In My Fiction Workshops

The Sympathizer by Viet Thanh Nguyen
On Writing by Stephen King
Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy 2015
Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy 2016
The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
Disgrace by J.M. Coetzee

Excellent Books I Blurbed

Reset by Ellen K Pao
This Will Be My Undoing by Morgan Jerkins
The Sarah Book by Scott McClanahan
The Belles by Dhonielle Clayton
This Is My Face by Gabourey Sidibe
The Guidebook to Relative Strangers by Camille Dungy
Now My Heart is Full by Laura June
The Wedding Date by Jasmine Guillory
Heart Berries by Terese Mailhot
Goodbye, Sweet Girl by Kelly Sundberg

Advice For The Signs

LIBRA: Occasionally you have to fake it until you make it. I know that this is a cliche you’ve heard many times before, but have you ever actually tried it? Cliches don’t become ‘cliche’ unless a lot of people believe in what they’re implying. Feel free to test this, even if it’s just for a day or two. Pretend that you’re in the right career, pretend that you haven’t been sad at all for the last few weeks, pretend that you’re powerful and comfortable and know exactly who you are. Sometimes a little confidence, even if it begins as a front, is the final piece to the puzzle.

SCORPIO: You’ve had chains wrapped around your ankles for so long now that you hardly ever notice their weight anymore. Don’t get me wrong, it’s wonderful that you’ve found a way to cope with the things that try to drag you down. But it seems like you’ve become so complacent in this state of being that you’ve given up on escape. Like you’re an audience member to your own existence. But you aren’t, even though life comes at you so viciously sometimes. You are in charge of your body, and in charge of what you do with it. Now use it.

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EXO / Mafia AU – You start to have feelings for them after an arranged marriage

Request: Oh oh oh would you pls do an exo version of that arranged marriage & Mafia thing? I’m getting excited right now!!            

thank you for requesting this, I hope you enjoy!!

TRIGGER WARNING! Some strong language and some violence

OTHER MAFIA AUs: BTS / EXO / GOT7



Xiumin

Originally posted by katherine8595

Sometimes you felt as if you were the modern-life Juliet. You were forced to marry the Romeo that you had no feelings for, just so two rival Mafia families could be united.

However, even after you moved in with your Romeo, you couldn’t help but still feel the hate that basically coursed through your blood.

You grew up being told that his family was to be hated and now suddenly you were a part of it. It messed with your head.

“Could you stop making that noise?” you asked Minseok with a groan, not realizing that this was the twentieth time you asked him to stop doing something in the past hour.

“I’m breathing,” Minseok answered, glaring at you.

“Yeah. It’s loud,” you said. “I’m trying to read here.”

“You read all the time,” he shot back lamely. “Is that your specialty? Do you think that because you’ll read and become a know-it-all, you’ll be able to achieve a higher place in the Mafia hierarchy?

You stared at him with a frown. “What the hell are you talking about? I read because I like to read.”

“See, but that’s not what everyone else thinks.”

“Oh, really? And what do they think?”

“They think you’re pretentious,” Minseok said, not specifying who ‘they’ were. “They think you’re showing off.”

“Showing off what? The fact that I can read?” you raised your eyebrows in a mocking way.

“Showing off in general,” he explained. “You walk around here thinking that you’re better than us.”

You rolled your eyes, not admitting that maybe there was a little truth to his words, and stayed quiet. Minseok smirked, thinking that he won this time.

“Are you one of them?” you asked, a few minutes later.

“One of what?” Minseok asked, having already forgotten what you’ve been talking about before.

“One of those people who think that I’m showing off,” you finished.

He considered this and the longer he stayed quiet, the more interested in his answer you were becoming.

“No,” he said finally. “I just think you’re uncomfortable here. I think all of this is new for you and you don’t know how to handle it all, so you handle it the only way you know how. The only way you’ve been taught how. By hating us and appearing snobbish.”

“Oh, so I’m also snobbish.”

“That’s not what I said.”

You knew it wasn’t. You were just trying to win some time to regain your balance after he had openly admitted that he didn’t think you were stuck-up. It was nice to hear that at least one person in this house had somewhat warm feelings for you.

“So, do you think this will work?” you asked again. “I mean us. Our marriage. God, I sound like I’m forty.”

Minseok laughed. You haven’t heard him laugh before and you’d thought of him as one of the most serious people you’ve ever met, but when he was smiling, he looked almost ten years younger, and an unexpected thought flashed through your mind.

You liked his laugh. You wanted to see him laugh. Hell, you wanted to make him laugh.

“I think anything can work,” Minseok said, going back to his serious self suddenly. “Even our marriage. Though right now it’s the furthest thing from an actual marriage I’ve ever seen.”

It was your turn to start laughing. “We are talking, though. So that’s a start.”

Minseok smiled at this, sending your brain into another overdrive. “Took us long enough.”


Suho

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Junmyeon wasn’t a bad person. Sure, he could kill in cold blood if he felt like he had to, but other than that, he was great. You knew you could have gotten a husband that was so much worse, so although, you were still awkward around him, you tried to get used to him. You were married, after all.

“Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” he asked you one night when both of you were eating dinner in the spacious dining room of your manor.

“I have training at 10,” you answered. “But other than that, no. Why?”

“I was thinking maybe we could go out tomorrow night,” Junmyeon said in a voice so official, that it sounded as if he was proposing a business offer, and not asking you out on a date.

And yet you still felt yourself blush.

“Okay,” you said, not daring to look up from your plate.

You had no doubt that Junmyeon could tell that you got flustered every time you talked to him and yet he never called you out on it, making you appreciate him even more.

“Can I tell you something?” Junmyeon said.

You finally raised your eyes and nodded, slowly.

“But promise me you won’t get upset,” he added.

You nodded again, wordlessly promising, despite not really knowing what to expect from him.

“Last week one of my friends died,” he said. “We got attacked by some wanna-be gangsters and they shot him in the chest multiple times before I could react.”

“Oh, my God,” you gasped, despite promising him not to get upset. “I’m so sorry, Junmyeon.”

He nodded, acknowledging your compassion. “But the important thing, however, is what he said right before he died. He was married, but his marriage was pretty similar to ours.”

You quickly understood that this meant he was in an arranged marriage and therefore, not particularly close to his wife.

“Anyway, so right before he died, he asked me to tell his mother that he loved her,” Junmyeon continued. “So, I asked him, ‘What about your wife?’ and he told me – and I remember this part vividly – that he wasn’t sure if he even knew what his wife’s name was.”

This story raised a million questions in your head, the most prominent of which was, did Junmyeon think all arranged marriages were like that? Did he think two people in an arranged marriage pretended to be married just for show and, possibly, power, but they never actually loved each other?

This made you sad. You didn’t know why but you didn’t want him to think that way. It was a sad attitude and the last thing you wanted was for him to be sad.

“I don’t want a marriage like that,” Junmyeon said after a short pause. This jump-started your heart so hard that even your hands started to shake.

You were afraid to ask him what he meant by that, but you didn’t have to because he continued.

“And I can promise you that I’ll do everything I can to make sure our marriage – although existing against our wishes – is as great as it can be,” he said. “We might or might not be soulmates, but that doesn’t matter. We’ll work on it one date at a time. We won’t be just another statistic that proves that people in arranged marriages hate each other.”

Your entire body filled with warmth at this and suddenly you felt like a child on Christmas day. Sure, you weren’t in love with Junmyeon yet. But you knew that one day you’d be.

“I believe you,” you told him with a sincere smile. “I believe that we’ll make it work.”


Lay

Originally posted by katherine8595

The wedding wasn’t devastating. It was truly kind of bearable. You weren’t the biggest fan of Yixing, but you weren’t really against him either.

That is, until rival Mafia members placed a bomb in your parents’ house, killing them both, along with a couple of other relatives. Your little brother was still at school but the sight of his house burning left him shaken up. His crying voice, when he called you to tell you what happened, haunted you to this day.

You fought for the rights to look after your brother and won (with Yixing’s help, though you refused to admit it), and thus, he moved in with you. But he wasn’t the same. He wasn’t your little brother anymore. He closed off and only talked to you when it was absolutely necessary.

Yixing could see that you were upset but he didn’t know what to do about it. He tried to get you to open up but you ignored him no matter what he did, unintentionally hurting his feelings in the process. Somehow, you just couldn’t bear to look at him anymore, feeling as if it was his fault you weren’t at your parents’ house to protect them from the bomb.

And then one day, you woke up to screams coming from outside. With your heart nearly beating out of your chest, you walked to the window overlooking the backyard of your house to see what was making the noise. You had to sit down at the sight in front of you.

It was your little brother and Yixing, both chasing each other with water guns, reenacting a scene from a gangster movie that you have never seen. They were screaming cheerfully, laughing, and rolling around in the grass, their clothes completely soaked from the water already.

You didn’t think you could name a moment where your brother looked happier than he did right then, playing with Yixing.

Not losing the smile the entire morning, you found your little brother, when he finally returned home and changed into a different outfit.

“Hey!” you said happily. “Did you have fun this morning?”

“Lots!” your brother replied, giving you a smile that you haven’t seen in ages. You almost started to cry. “Yixing said he’ll teach me how to use real guns soon!”

“Oh?” you stopped smiling at this.

“Hey!” Yixing’s voice was suddenly heard down the hall. “Did I not tell you to keep it a secret?”

Your little brother gasped, not expecting him to overhear this. “I’m sorry, I just got so excited! You’ll still teach me, right?”

Yixing smiled, messing up your brother’s hair when he reached him. “Of course, I will. If your sister doesn’t kill me before I get a chance to do that.”

“Y/n wouldn’t do that,” your little brother said confidently. “She’s a good person.”

You saw Yixing smile at you but you were too occupied with your brother’s good mood to pay attention to anything else. Finally, once your brother ran off to prepare for breakfast, you raised your eyes to meet Yixing’s.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked with genuine curiosity.

“What, befriending your brother?” Yixing asked. You nodded. “I like him. He’s a cool guy. Also, you’re my wife and his legal guardian. That makes me his guardian, too. Maybe not by law, but by marriage, then. He’s my responsibility as well.”

You softened even more. “I couldn’t get him to open up ever since the tragedy happened and you just… he seems to really like you.”

“He does like me,” Yixing said, winking teasingly. “Unlike his sister.”

You scoffed. “Don’t make assumptions about things you don’t know.”

“Oh? So you do like me?”

“We’re married, Yixing.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

It was your turn to tease him. “Some questions are supposed to be left unanswered.”

And you walked away from him, heading to the kitchen, while he continued to stand there, confused about what you were feeling for him. He failed to realize that you were just as confused about your feelings as he was.

The feelings were neutral before, you were sure of that. And yet seeing him today forced some kind of creatures to come out to play in your stomach. You’ve heard people call them butterflies, but to you, it felt more like tiny t-rexes who clawed at your intestines whenever Yixing smiled at you.


Baekhyun

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

You were the real black sheep of the family. You couldn’t fight (seriously, you broke your foot every time you attempted to kick something), you couldn’t interrogate people, you had no talent to make new deals, and you couldn’t use guns.

You thought your parents would disown you, and in a way, they kind of did – by giving you away to the boy from a different Mafia family.

Afraid to make your new husband and his family see how useless you were, you avoided every single job assigned to you. You pretended to be sick. Then, you just disappeared for a few days and stayed at your friend’s house. Then, you actually got sick.

Finally, four months after the wedding, Baekhyun had had enough of this.

“What’s the problem?” he asked you. “You don’t want to work with me? With my family?”

You have not prepared for him to confront you about this, although you really should have seen it coming. Sooner or later, someone was bound to notice that you were not doing any work that was assigned to you.

“N-no,” you said, slowly. “I do. Of course, I do. I mean, I have to.”

“’Have to’ and ‘want to’ are two very different things, Y/n,” Baekhyun said. “I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do but you’re… you’re not doing anything at all. And you haven’t talked to anyone about it. Like, is something wrong? Do you just not want to do anything because that’s fine—”

“I want to do something,” you interrupted him confidently but then your voice faded. “I just don’t know how.”

Baekhyun heard you. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t do anything,” you said. “I start something and then I ruin everything. My family used to jokingly say that they should lock me up in a tower Rapunzel-style. Maybe that way I’d manage to find at least one thing I’d be good at.”

“That’s not a funny joke,” Baekhyun said with a straight face. “And I’m sure your family just didn’t have any patience. Come on, tell me one thing that they thought you were bad at.”

“Well, firearms, for starters,” you said. “I can’t fire a gun. My aim is way off.”

“Good!” Baekhyun said and then saw your frown. “I mean, it’s good that you told me. Now I know what’s up. Be up at seven tomorrow.”

“What? Why?”

“I’ll train you,” he said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “I’ll help you learn everything you’ve always wanted to learn. And I can already promise I will never bring you down, no matter how badly you do anything.”

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” you warned him.

“Yeah, they told me that before I married you,” Baekhyun said with a small smile. “But I guess I like challenges.”

For some reason, you smiled back. It would have been easy to find offense in his words but you knew they were true. You truly were a challenge (but then again, wasn’t everyone?) but no one ever bothered to take this challenge on before. And now this concerned boy – that was apparently told not to marry you – was more than ready to work on this challenge with resilience until he completed it.

For the first time in your life, you actually had hope that Baekhyun will turn out to be the person with enough patience to handle your every fail and praise your every win. You’ve never had a person like that in your life. Maybe you finally found him.


Chen

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

You strictly refused to ride cars. Your husband (you refused to call him your husband, too. Explaining to people that your parents forced you to marry, was embarrassing, so you chose not to talk about it at all) protested against this, saying that it was unsafe for you to walk everywhere but you ignored him. The air was already as polluted as it was, and you could never understand how people had enough patience to be stuck in traffic and not punch anyone.

So, yes, you preferred to walk, no matter the distance.

Thing was, wherever you walked, you always carried your earphones and listened to music at full volume, being completely oblivious to your surroundings. More than once, you missed your destination because you were humming along to a song, imagining yourself in a music video.

One particular Friday, you were in a restaurant, patiently listening to one of the Mafia heads from a different country. He spoke with a huge accent so it was hard to understand him. On top of that, you kept spacing out, making it even harder not to lose track of what he was saying.

Suddenly, you saw a person with a black coat and a face mask enter the restaurant. He passed the hostess - who politely asked him to take the mask off - and headed to the table next to yours, claiming he had reserved it. The hostess just gave up and brought him a menu.

That’s when you turned your head back to your companion since he had asked you a question. You had no idea what he had asked, but just as you were about to think of something to answer, you heard a scream.

“Look out!”

Startled, you turned to look at the source of the noise but you couldn’t understand where it came from because another noise interrupted the quiet atmosphere of the restaurant.

A shot.

It didn’t take you long to find who fired the shot. You turned your head to the left and were met face-to-face with Jongdae, who had just shot the man with the facemask next to you.

Before confusion clouded your brain, you managed to see that the masked man had a gun in his hand, too. Absolutely baffled, you turned back to look at Jongdae who had already made his way to you.

“Your meeting is over,” he said, glaring at your guest and then looking back at you. “I’m taking you home.”

“Jongdae—”

“Get up,” he said sternly. “We’re leaving.”

Apologizing to your confused companion, you followed the angry Jongdae out of the restaurant. Once you saw him open the door of his car for you to get in, you stopped.

“You know I don’t—”

“Do you know who the guy with the mask was?” Jongdae asked right away, looking as if he was already expecting you to protest.

“No,” you said. “Should I?”

“He was stalking you. For at least a week,” Jongdae said.

You gasped, feeling your stomach drop. “What? That makes no sense.”

“It makes a whole lot of sense,” he continued, not losing the angry expression on his face. “You walk everywhere and you’re never aware of your surroundings. That makes you an easy target. I assume he chose the restaurant to kill you in, because he wanted more attention.”

“He was going to kill me..?”

“Obviously. That’s why I killed him first.”

You stayed quiet, watching the man in front of you and trying to grasp the fact that he had just saved your life from a stalker that you didn’t even know you had.

“Get in the car,” Jongdae said, then. “You’re never walking anywhere alone again.”

“You can’t say that,” you protested again, but still stepped into the car.

“I can say anything I want. Your life was in danger,” he told you before closing the door of your car. “I’m not letting that happen again.”

While he jogged around the car to sit behind the wheel, you could only think about one thing. Jongdae had protected you. He saved you. And maybe it was just the adrenaline, but you felt as if he didn’t do it as a favor. He did that because you were his wife. And all of a sudden, you were no longer embarrassed of this title. You were proud of it.


Chanyeol

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

You only acted like you were married in public. At home, you stayed on separate floors and barely said anything if you accidentally ran into each other in the hallway. You weren’t sure if you liked it that way but Chanyeol wasn’t showing that much interest to act like an actual married couple, and you weren’t going to suggest doing that, either. Call it pride, if you’d like.

One night, though, during the birthday of Chanyeol’s father, all of your pride flew out of the window.

You arrived at the party a little late because your dress had a malfunction and Chanyeol was too impatient to wait until one of the seamstresses helped you fix it, so he went there alone. He didn’t even notice you when you finally arrived because he was busy. Busy entertaining at least five different girls that you’ve never seen before.

Feeling your heart drop to your stomach and then jump right back up again, as anger and irrational jealousy mixed in your blood, you made your way towards him.

“Good evening, ladies,” you announced yourself, concentrating on the girls and making all of them turn to look at you. “Have you tasted the lamb salad that they’re serving over there, at the other side of the room?”

All five of the girls exchanged glances and then turned to look at Chanyeol, who was watching you with a confused and a slightly amused expression.

“No,” one of the girls answered you. “We actually haven’t. We’ve been—”

“Oh, fantastic! I’m sure you’ll love the taste of it,” you said. The five girls still didn’t move, obviously not catching your hints. Finally, you lost your patience. “That’s your turn to scatter. Get lost. Fuck off.”

With shocked faces, all five of them quickly moved away from you and Chanyeol, and quickly disappeared into the crowd of people.

“What the hell was that about?” Chanyeol asked you right away.

You looked at him with innocent eyes. “What do you mean? I offered those girls to try the lamb salad across the room. It’s really good.”

Chanyeol resisted the urge to smirk. “You told them to fuck off.”

“Did I?” you continued to feign ignorance. “It must have slipped out by accident.”

“By accident, huh?” he said, suddenly standing closer to you. “I was pretty sure you were jealous.”

“What?” you said, your heart hammering in your chest at his close proximity. “I wasn’t jealous.”

Chanyeol hummed as he slowly leaned closer until you could feel his breath on your neck, forcing you to shiver involuntarily.

“It’s a shame,” he whispered. “I love it when you get jealous.”

He pulled away before you understood what happened, and walked away with a smirk, his cologne lingering in the air around you. You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding and watched him walk away from you. Suddenly, he turned his head over his shoulder, quickly meeting your eyes, and winking, while every girl in the room watched him.

You weren’t jealous. You were so much more than that.


D.O.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

He didn’t look very dangerous and yet people were afraid of him. They crossed the street when they saw him. They closed their windows when they heard him drive by. They avoided him in every way possible.

You weren’t an exception, although, legally, you were his wife and he wasn’t supposed to ever hurt you. However, you couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t impossible. If he could kill helpless people that crossed him, he could kill you too.

And that was why for the first few months after the wedding, you slept in a different room that you locked every night.

One night, however, you heard a lot of suspicious noise downstairs and decided to investigate. Kyungsoo was supposed to be out working the whole weekend, so you grabbed your gun before you walked down the stairs.

Not wanting to startle the potential intruder, you didn’t turn the light on. Slowly, you walked down the hallway and then stopped when you saw a silhouette at the end of the hallway. It looked like a man and he had his back turned to you.

“Freeze!” you yelled, not finding a better word on such short notice.

The man did just that. But then he turned around a second later and you almost fired.

You were glad you didn’t, though.

“Y/n?” Kyungsoo’s voice called out and your body had gone cold. “What are you doing awake?”

“I…” you lowered your gun, immediately. “I’m sorry. I thought someone was in the house. I-I’m really sorry.”

You saw him slowly make his way towards you, and your entire body started to shake.

He stopped a few feet away from you, however, and turned the lightswitch on the wall next to him, finally illuminating the hallway.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, carefully watching you.

You swallowed, not knowing what the right answer to this question would be. Your silence was enough for Kyungsoo to understand everything.

“Why?” he asked. “Why are you afraid of me? I could never hurt you.”

“Y-yes, you could,” you said in a quiet voice, looking down.

Immediately, he lifted your chin, so your eyes met again. “Y/n. My job is to protect you. And to teach you not to say ‘freeze’ when you see strangers in your house, but that’s hardly the point right now. Point is, it hurts me to know that you’re afraid of me.”

It hurts him?

You stared at him as if in a daze.

“Please don’t be afraid of me,” he said, gently moving his hand from your chin to caress your cheek. “Please.”

He touched you as if you were the most fragile piece of china ever created. He looked at you as if you’d break if someone glared at you.

And suddenly, you couldn’t understand how you didn’t see it before. He wasn’t dangerous and scary. He was human. And he’d never hurt you.


Kai

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Your domestic life was far from exciting. After you got married, it felt as though you became the main character in the movie Housewife By Day, Wife of a Gangster By Night.

Although you weren’t a big fan of what Jongin did, you stayed quiet about it. Not just because he was your husband and your father warned you beforehand to put up with whatever your husband did, but also because the sight of Jongin with a gun was enough to cause your heartbeat to speed up.

You didn’t think much of this, though. So you got excited after seeing a guy with a gun, so what? He was an attractive person and frankly, you were always into bad boys. It was normal. No actual feelings were there.

Or so you told yourself.

One day, you asked him to borrow his car, because yours had broken down, so you could go to the store to buy some vegetables for dinner (cooking was always your hobby and although Jongin insisted you let the professional chef do the job, you never listened) but Jongin had other plans.

“I’ll drive you,” he said. “Just wait a second.”

You were about to protest and tell him that there was no need for two people to go to the store but he got up from the chair and ran to the garage before you could open your mouth.

A couple of minutes later, you heard someone signal you outside, so, grabbing your jacket, you walked out of the house and then stopped dead at the sight in front of you.

Jongin was leaning against his favorite custom-made, matte black Harley-Davidson with a grin on his face and a helmet in his hands.

“Hop on,” he told you.

“Jongin… I literally need to buy carrots,” you said. “I’m not driving to the supermarket on a motorcycle.”

“Carrots or drugs, doesn’t matter. You’re no longer just a simple city girl,” he said. “You’re my wife now. And my wife rides in style.”

“Can I ride in style in an actual car? Like, with seat-belts on?” you continued, not moving from the same spot.

Jongin laughed. “Come on, Y/n, don’t pretend you don’t want to ride it. Feel the wind in your hair and the material of my jacket when you wrap your arms around me when I drive.”

You swallowed deeply at that last part, your stomach already burning with excitement.

“Come here,” he said, patting the back of the motorcycle.

And he didn’t have you tell you again. You groaned dramatically, forcing him to laugh, and grabbed the helmet from him before getting on the back of the motorcycle. You didn’t do anything with your hands, though, almost afraid to touch him.

“Do you want to fall off?” Jongin asked loudly, as he brought the engine of the Harley to life.

“Not really,” you answered just as loudly.

“Then hold onto me,” he asked loudly. “I know you want to.”

You knew he smirked at that last part but you couldn’t see it because he had his back turned to you. After whispering a quick ‘fuck you’, you wrapped your arms around him at the same second that he pulled out of the driveway of the house and sped down the street.

The feeling of him right there, under your fingerprints, while the two of you flew down the street, the scenery blurring around you, was enough to break you away from the lie you’ve been living in.

The feelings were there. All the damn feelings were there.


Sehun

Originally posted by katherine8595

You knew every Mafia family had their own traditions. Your family was a little more conservative in comparison to Sehun’s, which is why, your parents quietly cried when they had to give you away, while one of Sehun’s great-aunts sobbed as if he was going to his death. And it really should have been the other way around, considering that you were about to enter a clan of people who showed their loyalty to their Mafia family in a different way than you were used to.

You made a vow in front of the other family members, while Sehun’s family got tattoos.

They didn’t force a needle on you right after the wedding though, they gave you some time to adjust. And still, the first couple of months were terrifying to you.

Sehun tried to relieve your stress of living in a new place by introducing you to every family member he had and then showing embarrassing pictures of them in the family albums. It worked for a short while and you truly felt a little bit more relaxed, until the day you were supposed to get a tattoo came.

What you didn’t know, however, was that traditionally, the husband was supposed to give his wife the tattoo of the family symbol. You only found out about this, when you were already sitting the leather-covered chair, waiting for your doom. That is, the tattoo.

“Is it going to hurt?” you asked Sehun while he cleaned your wrist with rubbing alcohol.

“A little,” he said, honestly. “I’ll try to be gentle, though, I promise.”

“It’s not you I’m afraid of,” you told him. “It’s the needle.”

Sehun gave you an encouraging smile. “I’ll stop the needle if the pain gets too much for you, okay? Just tell me. Or give me a sign, like a nod or something.”

You nodded.

“What, it hurts already?” he tried to joke but saw you nod again. He released your wrist immediately. “Does it really hurt? Maybe you’re allergic to—”

“No, Sehun,” you said, then. “I’m just terrified of this. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt even more when I’m this scared.”

“Well, relaxing definitely helps,” Sehun said. “I’ve practiced this before and it’s much easier to tattoo a person who’s not so tense.”

“Well, I can’t relax. So, you’ll have to manage.”

He smiled again. “I’ll manage. I just wish you weren’t so uncomfortable.”

“I don’t have a choice but to do this,” you said. “So I have to get over my fear.”

Sehun took your wrist again and you thought the tattoo process was about to begin, but instead of a needle, you felt his fingers softly caress the skin of your wrist.

“You’re still part of the family, with or without the tattoo,” Sehun told you sincerely.

You watched him for a moment and then inhaled deeply. “I know. But I want you to do this.”

He felt a little better after hearing you say this, so he grabbed the needle with a lot more confidence. He knew he could draw the symbol perfectly, he’s done it before. But the fact that you were so nervous, made him nervous.

And yet, even when the needle came in contact with your skin, you didn’t feel any excruciating pain that you had expected. You weren’t sure if it was because Sehun kept checking up on you every few seconds and talking to you about the funny things that happened to other people when they were getting their tattoos, or because your hand had simply gone limp.

Either way, you enjoyed this process a lot more than you expected.  

The way Sehun kissed your tattoo once he had finished it and wrapped a bandage around it, made you realize that although at first, you had feared to get the symbol of the Family (because you knew you weren’t related to any of them by blood and the divorce rate was still pretty high), now you were ready to do anything, as long as Sehun would be there to hold your hand through it.


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Loki’s Future

some random thoughts/meta after watching Ragnarok (a good ass film™️)

- After watching Ragnarok, I was struck by how similar in appearance Loki is to Hela. Same slim face and build, same pale skin, and even the same black hair. They both prefer blades to fight with and magic to communicate with. Hell, their wardrobe color schemes even match. This raised some questions for me when I was watching the film; why this deliberate choice, and how much does Loki’s appearance have an effect on how Odin treats him, in this film and others? Thor is Hela’s sister, yet we’ve seen that Odin treats Thor very, very differently to Hela and later Loki. Does Loki with his black hair and magic just remind Odin too much of his own shitty decisions? It would explain a lot about why he acts like such a dick to Loki, even when Loki was a child and not killing anyone (as far as we know haha, that kid coulda done anything)

- But there’s gotta be more to it than that. The similarities in appearance may well be Taika’s nod to the original Norse myths, but it occurred to me that it’s way too obvious a similarity, and could be pointing to something a little more complex. In the original myths, Hela is actually Loki’s daughter. Coincidence? I think not! Add this to the fact that in the mythology Loki also has a son, a gigantic wolf called Fenrir, who we also see in Ragnarok, I think there’s plenty of evidence pointing to the fact that Loki has some greater importance and connection to Asgard, running deeper than him simply being a Jotun war prize. For me it’s just too much of a coincidence that Hela and Loki are a) strongly connected in the source material b) have strongly similar appearances, fighting styles and love for chaos (to a certain extent, their characters are similar) and c) are both ‘children’ of Odin. On one of Loki’s bad days, you could call them twins. Why though? It’s been reeeeally bugging me, but I just can’t work out a direct connection, or reason as to why Hela’s character had to be built to resemble Loki.

- One answer to this is a theory I read that Loki is in fact Hela’s son. (Yeah, I know, that sounds deranged when you think about it.) The timelines align such that Hela could very easily have invaded Jotunheim with Odin before Loki’s birth. There she could have had, through some means or other, a child with Laufey, and then later abandoned it due to ‘weakness’. So… a hybrid. Loki even has black hair when he’s in his Jotun form, and that’s really fucking unusual - no other frost giant is even similar - he LOOKS like a hybrid of Hela and Laufey. Although there’s a few things off about this theory, and the MCU will probably never confirm or go into enough detail about it, AND it also makes Loki Thor’s nephew (!!!wtf!) AND Odin would have also have to have known about it the whole time (albeit explaining his behaviour), it does give reason and a cause to the weird connection and similarities between the two.

- Loki and the Tesseract. Ooooooooohhh my god. So we basically KNOW that he has it, as although we don’t see him take it in Ragnarok, it’s strongly implied, and he also is literally holding it in the leaked trailer for Infinity War. (I appreciate that some ppl don’t want to watch the leaked trailer, but it confirms he has it) Why is this important? The Tesseract is an Infinity Stone. It has power Loki knows how to use, and he’s one of the few that do. What’s Infinity War about? Infinity Stones, and Thanos. The same Thanos who’s on the hunt for Loki AND the Tesseract. I honestly don’t think Loki’s taken it for some world domination shit this time round, I think he’s taken it for power and leverage. He’s acting intelligently and planning far ahead. This is given extra gravity when you remember that Loki is the only one in the Infinity War lineup who has met and knows Thanos, and that honestly did not go well for Loki at all.

- (On a side note, I just want to talk about Loki and Thanos; it’s been theorised/discussed for ages that Thanos met Loki in the void after his fall from Asgard in Thor 1, and gave him a deal: the mission of capturing Earth, finding the Tesseract, and the tools to do so. Now, Loki’s not really one to make deals unless he can subvert them, and so the whole way through Avengers his motives for attack to me seemed uncharacteristically illogical, although I can understand his primal emotional reasons for wanting to rule. But we also saw him looking very, very ill at the beginning of that film and in the Thor 1 credits scene, and being in obvious pain - he looked like a damn meth addict. Some fans have also noted that his eyes look blue during some scenes in Avengers, like he’s being mind controlled. I completely agree with this theory: that Thanos, recognising Loki’s power, tortured him, (with heat and fire, because how else do you torture a Jotun? It explains his appearance and injuries) and mind controlled him to enact the events of Avengers. And everything that happens thereafter in the MCU makes soooo much more sense when you think about it from the torture perspective. It explains a lot about the ‘big picture’ behind all of Loki’s decisions since. He has angered the most powerful man in the universe twice: failing in giving Thanos the Tesseract, AND remaining alive.

- Which brings me back to my point - Loki is the only one who has any possible comprehension of what’s coming, so taking the Tesseract easily interprets as him acting impulsively for reasons of his own safety, and possibly the safety of those around him (he takes it after his ‘redemption’ arc). I think he still has some kind of connection or knowledge of Thanos’ presence, maybe from torture, and he can sense when shit is about to go down - and we see the beginning of it going down at the end of Ragnarok. He’s also keeping his possession of it a secret, and for obvious reasons. Knowing he’d just taken the same item that he screwed everything up for last time would completely ruin his new trust-bond ‘redemption’ arc with Thor (I kinda hate using the word redemption tho - it’s obvious from Dark World that that’s not what Loki wants or really cares about) so, he’s going to use it in some kind of bamboozle, dodgy deal, Loki-esque interaction in the future .

- I really really reeaallllyy hope they don’t just turn Loki ‘back’ into a villain in IW. It would be an insult his character and the character work Taika’s done in Ragnarok. At this point it’s weak, cheap and easy character development and a trope that’s extremely overplayed. However, HOWEVER. It would equally break my heart to see him fall completely into the other side - the role of martyrdom, righteousness and self-sacrifice in IW. We already have dozens of characters who do that, and what makes Loki more loved than all of them is that he can do both - when and how he acts is fascinating to watch. He’s every inch a chaotic neutral, and I hope so much that Marvel keeps it like that. He survives because he has no morals, likes to play both sides and he’s smart about it. It makes him compelling, godamnit.

- With Tom’s movie contract and the amount of times they’ve ‘killed’ him off already, it’s looking likely he’ll survive Infinity War. (Not looking so good for Thor though 😭IW is seriously gonna kill me too)

- Some more mythology stuff… Although in the MCU Loki’s plot usefulness is as more of a ‘bad guy’ and not he’s not a central enough character to justify such an in depth plotline, there are plenty more things the myths can give him. For example, his own honest relationships, outside of Asgard’s influence. Loki has most likely experienced a much wider range of people, creatures and places in the universe than average. He’s got lots of little secrets tucked away. For example, in mythology he has another son, called Jormungand, a giant serpent. Not likely J will ever make it to the screen though, sadly. I think that the serpent shapeshifting story in Ragnarok was perhaps a nod to that. So was Odin’s 6-legged horse Sleipnir, another of Loki’s sons.

Secondly, and of greater interest to me: in the myths, Loki has a wife called Sigyn, the goddess of intelligence. (I love her already…) with whom he has these strange animalistic (likely shapeshifting) children. Now, I know IW is really too late along his storyline to be introducing someone like Sigyn, let alone as a love interest, but god damn would it be awesome if they did. Maybe it’s just me, but I think it would be truly satisfying and also extremely entertaining to see Loki get himself a girl. Superhero movies are so often plagued by the oppressive American binary of good and evil, wherein the good guy always gets the girl, and the villain is always miserable. Seeing Loki, (a character who we know consciously does bad things and fits very well the evil stereotype, but does good things as well, and plays both sides entirely to his own benefit) get the typical stamp of a good guy would make for a more interesting, rule-breaking plot. Please, MCU, don’t let Loki fall into this binary! Let him be both! It’s what made him so extremely damn popular! that and the fact that he’s smart and funny and Tom is extremely fucking hot lol

- I also really wanna see a bit more of his magical abilities - in his villain role so far we’ve been shown he’s smarter than half the MCU, extremely skilled in in magic and combat with knives, he can teleport, he can create illusions, he can fuck with people’s heads and more. His Valkyrie knife standoff scene was interesting in Ragnarok - I’m 100% sure he deliberately lost to Valkyrie to gain access to her memories- but Thor mentioned something way more interesting: Loki is a shapeshifter. And a really good one; he’s basically in a constant shift from Jotun to Asgardian. But to animals? That’s really fucking cool, and the snake story shows how easily he can hide in plain sight. (Y’all can get the cat!Loki y’all have always wanted.) Idk I just really wanna see more of what he can do. I think further abilities/aspects of his fighting style and personality will be revealed in future though, because having the Tesseract and knowing Thanos makes him into a major plot point for IW.

- lastly can I just say I’m really digging the 80s/rock soundtrack aesthetic Marvel is pushing for

- and the c i n e m a t o g r a p h y!! Got damn.

- just protect him please for the love of all that is holy.

- That is all. Thanks for reading my ramblings. Xxxx.

Admit it (Loki X Reader)

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PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson X Reader
WORDCOUNT: 3,238
WARNINGS: Cussing, violence & PDA
REQUEST: Imagine Loki hearing you let out a held back sob and instantly turn to you in concern.

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I Won’t Say it // Finn Wolfhard Imagine

So I was listening to some Disney songs today and one of the songs that played was “I Won’t Say I’m In Love” from the Hercules soundtrack. While listening to the song my mind kind of just clicked like “I should write an imagine for this.” So here I am. Happy 600+ followers to me, here’s a gift from me to you. 

Summary: Y/N refuses to admit that she has feelings for her friend, Finn.

Warnings: Cursing, as usual lmao

Characters: You, Sophia, Jack, Wyatt, and of course Finn.


Jaeden, Finn, Jeremy, and Chosen were sleeping in their rooms while you, Sophia, Jack, and Wyatt sat on the living of the hotel penthouse that the eight of you were currently staying. The seven of you just came back from a two hour press conference and you were all completely exhausted. Thankfully, they gave you all the rest of the day to relax. 

You four were watching Hercules on the T.V. It took all of you almost an hour to pick a movie. You were all arguing which Disney movie watch, the boys wanted to watch Big Hero 6 while you and Sophia wanted to watch Hercules. The boys gave in half way and decided to let you two have your way.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to get more popcorn.” Wyatt said as he stood up and stretched his legs, “Fill me in afterwards.”

“Mhm, okay go.” You replied without taking your eyes off the screen. 

A few minutes later, Wyatt returns to the living room with a big bowl of popcorn and a bottle of water for himself.

“Okay fill me in, what happened?” Wyatt said as he shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Megara’s about to sing I Won’t Say I’m In Love.” Jack replied while also grabbing a handful and shoving it inside his mouth.

“Ah alright thanks.” Wyatt said as he sat beside you. 

“Speaking of saying that they’re not in love, Y/N, have you told him yet?” Sophia looked at you while teasingly wiggling her eyebrows.

“What? Tell who what?” You give Sophia a look of confusion, you had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

“Yea Sophia, tell who what?” Jack said curiously, now paying attention to Sophia and not the movie on the T.V screen.

Wyatt raises one of his eyebrows and looked at Sophia, “What are we talking about?” 

“Oh you know! Y/N has a little crush on Finn.” Sophia winked teasingly which caused you to roll your eyes.

“I never said that! When did I say that?” You said as you tried to recall the day you mentioned liking Finn. You couldn’t recall anything though because you never in your life said that particular line.

“OH SHIT REALLY? YOU LIKE FI-” You quickly put your hand on Jack’s mouth to cut him off. Jack tried to say something, but his sentences were all muffled and incoherent. Jack didn’t like this one bit so he licked your hand which caused you to quickly take your hand away from his mouth.

“What the hell, Jack! That was gross.” You looked at him in utter disgust as you wiped your hand on his shirt earning a laugh from Wyatt and Sophia.

“That’s what you get.” Jack laughed as you continued to wipe your hand on his shirt. 

“Anyway,” Sophia let out her last giggle before continuing, “You didn’t have to say it, actions speak louder than words you know?” 

“It all makes sense now, you were like staring at Finn the other day. Not in a creepy way though, it was like you admire him or something. You were the living embodiment of the heart eyes emoji.” Jack said with a wink causing Wyatt to laugh a bit. 

“You are so annoying.” You grabbed a pillow and threw it at Jack, hitting him in the face. “Look, I don’t like Finn okay? He’s… He’s annoying like you and… um…”

“You’re struggling.” Wyatt said as he opened his water bottle. He stared at you as you struggled to come up with reasons why you didn’t like Finn. He found it amusing how you tried so hard to hide the fact that you had feelings for his friend. 

“I am not! I don’t work well under pressure okay?” You huffed and crossed your arms, earning yet another laugh from Sophia and Wyatt. “As I was saying, Finn is annoying and… and loud! He is so loud! And he’s playful! And annoying!”

“You already said that though.” Sophia pointed out while chuckling.

“I hate you guys.” 

“You love us.” Jack said earning a nod of agreement from Sophia and Wyatt. 

No chance! No way! I won’t say I’m in love! 

It’s too cliche I won’t say I’m in love.

“Look at you, you’re like Megara.” Sophia joked as she watched Megara sing. 

“You know Y/N, you should just admit it. Why are you hiding it anyway?” Jack said while turning towards you. Whenever Jack does this, he means that he’s being serious. 

You friends have shipped you and Finn ever since you all started filming IT. They all thought you and Finn have some sort of connection, like you two have known each other for a while, like you were meant to be with each other sort of. They think you and Finn really blend well together. You didn’t know this of course and neither did Finn.

“Exactly, I’m pretty sure he likes you too.” Wyatt said matter of factly. As soon as Wyatt said that, you immediately turned red. 

“Aw she’s blushing.” 

“Shut up, Soph.” You say as you threw a piece of popcorn at her, causing her to giggle. 

“You didn’t answer my question. Why are you hiding the fact that you don’t romantically like Finn?” Jack placed his hand on his palm and waited for your answer. 

“The fans are probably going to come after me a-and besides… Finn doesn’t like me like that you know? He probably likes Millie or something, I don’t know.” You replied as you nervously scratched the back of your head.

“Welp thank you for confirming that you like Finn.” Jack said slyly, he just manipulated you to admit that you like Finn. 

“You little shit!” You exclaimed while throwing another pillow at Jack, so maybe you do have feelings for Finn, so what? It wasn’t a big deal. You didn’t know why your three friends are making a big deal out of it.

“Just tell Finn that you like him.” 

“Tell Finn what?” Finn said suddenly as he entered the living room. He stretched his arms and plopped himself between you and Wyatt. Your eyes grew wide as you freaked out on the inside. Your facial expression was priceless, you looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“HOLY SHIT LOOK AT YOUR FACE, THAT’S PRICELESS.” Jack yelled out while laughing his ass off. Wyatt and Sophia were also dying of laughter. 

“What the hell is going on?” Finn said in confusion as he turned to you in hopes of understanding what was currently happening. 

“I’m going to sleep, goodnight.” 

“It’s like four p.m. though?” Finn scrunched up his face in confusion as he watched you stand up from your seat.

“I said goodnight.” 

You then ran to your room, shut the door, and belly flopped onto your bed. ‘That’s it. It’s all going down hill from here. Jack’s most likely blabbering his heart out about how much I like Finn. I’m so done for. I’m never going to hear the end of this.’ You thought you yourself as you buried your face onto your pillow trying to drown out the loud conversation coming from the living room. 

Later that day:

You woke up from your rather long nap. You lazily got out of bed and checked the time in your phone. 11:35 p.m.

“Holy shit I was asleep for that long?” You said with a yawn. You then got out of your room, totally forgetting what happened hours ago.

Your stomach was growling so you decided to go head to the kitchen to grab a snack. You entered the kitchen and see Finn eating cereal. You stood at the entrance of the kitchen, suddenly remembering what happened earlier. You mentally slapped yourself and tried to keep yourself together. 

“How was your sleep?” Finn said while eating a spoonful of cereal. He gives you a small smile as he chewed his food. 

“Um…g-good. Sleep is um… good.” You awkwardly say as you tried to reach for the cereal that was inconveniently placed on the top shelf.

“Let me help you with that.” Finn put his bowl of cereal down on the counter and grabbed the cereal from the top shelf effortlessly.

“I hate that I’m short, It’s so annoying. Who placed the cereal so high up anyway?” You grumbled as you poured yourself a bowl of cereal.

“I did, sorry.” Finn lightly chuckled as he ate another spoonful of cereal.

“I bet you did that to mock me.” You joked as you poured milk in your cereal. 

Finn laughed at your response which causes you to laugh too, “Yea, I totally did that to mock you.”

“You’re such an ass, you know that right?” You giggled as you ate your cereal.

“Yeah I know, whoops.” Finn replied causing you to jokingly roll your eyes. “Hey Y/N, can I ask you a question?” 

“You’re already asking me a question, genius.” 

“Don’t sass me.” Finn says with a chuckle. “Anyway… so I heard from Jack that you… you uh… li-like me? Is that true?” 

Your face turned red as soon as Finn finished his question. You looked down at your bunny slippers to avoid Finn’s eye contact. ‘Jack is so dead.’ You thought to yourself.

“I… I um… have a headache, I should rest. Night, Finn.” You lied as you placed your bowl of unfinished cereal on the kitchen counter. You then speed walked back to your room leaving Finn confused. 

You closed the door of your room, you then leaned on it, and slid down to the floor. ‘What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Do I just hide in my room for the rest of the week? Fuck I hate myself. Finn probably thinks I’m weird. I’m going to strangle Jack.’ You thought to yourself as you ran your hands through your hair. Your face felt hot and you felt your stomach twisting. You’ve never been this nervous since you auditioned for IT. 

A few minutes later, you were still sitting down on the floor. You didn’t feel like moving to your bed. You kept replaying what happened a couple of minutes ago. Your hands were clammy and you felt a bead of cold sweat run down your back. ‘I wonder how Finn thinks of me now… What if he thinks I’m weird? Oh shit what if he hates me… Holy shit…’

You heard soft footsteps outside your door. It paused when it reached your door. ‘Please don’t be Finn.’ You thought to yourself as you crossed your fingers. 

Finn sat outside your door with a sticky note on one hand and a pen on the other. He thought you were fast asleep so he figured it was now or never. He took the pen and quickly wrote a note. He then folded it and slipped it in the crack of your door. 

What he didn’t know was that you were still awake and was sitting by your door. You hear a piece of paper slide inside your room. You stared at it for a few seconds, then picked it up, and unfolded it. 

You couldn’t stop smiling. You read the note one more time and then held it close to your heart. As soon as you hear Finn’s bedroom close, you decided to do the same thing: Leave him a note. 

You quickly scribbled down a reply and tiptoed to Finn’s bedroom door where you cautiously slipped it in the crack of his door. 

“Goodnight Finn.” You whispered softly and you then tiptoed back to your room. You placed Finn’s note on your nightstand and then went off to sleep. Finn’s message replayed in your head endlessly. 


Lmfao I was supposed to post this last night. but I fell asleep. Hope you guys like this one xx

Also, I’ll write and post the requested imagines soon so sit tight! <3

BTS Reaction | Sex when the members could catch you.

Request; bts reaction when having sex in the same room or in a room close to where other members are or just in a place where they could catch you  (descriptive and smutty please!)

A/N; I tried ;-; It was like 4am when I wrote this so I’m sorry if it’s terrible

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i’d like to talk for a moment about santa.

when i was young, my dad worked a minimum wage job, my mom was unable to get a job due to her cosmetic appearance - all gums, no teeth. all of us wrote letters to santa, me and my brother excited for the newest shiniest toys in the catalogs. i remember my mother crying in her bedroom on christmas eve one year, and i stepped inside to ask her what was wrong. there were four presents individually wrapped for each of us. mine in pink wrapping paper, my brother’s in blue. she whipped around and stared at me for a few minutes before i spoke up “are you okay, mommy?” i whispered, unsure why she’d also bought us gifts if santa was coming that night. now my relationship with my mom has always been rocky but a large part of me still loves her because of the things she sacrificed to make us happy all those years ago. i crawled into her arms, and she looked me in the eyes and said - “baby, i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry. but santa .. santa isn’t real and this is all i could get you for christmas. i tried so hard to get more.” and maybe i cried, but i think i cried because of how hard my mother tried to spoil us. i was young then, roughly six years old. it was heartbreaking to realize it so early on - but i think it made me a better person. i never asked for anything more than i should have, i let my brother have three more years of santa for the sake of a child’s happiness. he got 5 presents, i got 2. when he asked i’d say “i didn’t ask for much.” 

i think .. santa is bullshit. i think we shouldn’t teach children to expect so much from a man in the sky - a man that doesn’t exist while our parents are working hard behind the scenes to even put presents under the tree. some people don’t even HAVE that. some kids unfortunately go without, some kids get one present and wonder why santa didn’t give them more. wonder why santa hates them, or why santa thought they weren’t good enough.

the year after my dad finally came home, he got a job that payed the bills and allowed for things that were more material. i asked my dad to get me two things, and give me some extra cash - i went out and bought toys for two kids i had known from down the street. i wrapped up my old wii, and every single one of my games - along with a barbie doll and a set of dinosaur toys and i walked them over to the house and gave them over to their mom. “tell them that they’re from you, not santa. they deserve to know how much you do for them.” she lost it, she pulled me into her arms and she cried, and cried and i couldn’t have been happier. i was fifteen, then. i lost touch with her when she moved, but she told me that her children were ecstatic and thanked me for one of their best holidays yet. when she moved, i was crushed. i wanted to do this for her every year, she had worked so hard for those children to have a happy, warm life. i hope they’re out there having an amazing christmas eve, baking cookies and gathering together to watch a cheesy movie. i hope that even if they didn’t get gifts, that they’re together. i hope that there’s people out there - just like me, that do everything they can to give back. i was still more privileged than some at that age, and i know i wasn’t the worst off child in the universe. i never ruined the christmas magic for other kids, i let them believe all they wanted, but i wished that they understood the truth. 

i hope that if people are able to, they will give christmas back to children. i hope that christmas can be about more than matieral objects. i hope that people can make christmas about more than santa. i hope that people understand that christmas is about family and togetherness, whether they’re biological, adopted, or chosen family like the friends i’ve met through tumblr and i know i’ll have a lifelong bond with. i hope you all have a really great christmas, and if you don’t celebrate? i hope you have a really great day.

ALL FINNPOE MOMENTS IN TLJ

MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS SO DON’T FUCKING READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THIS MOVIE GODDAMNIT

I just wanted to create a list of all the finnpoe moments I remember from the movie, so we can all relish those moments and keep repeating them in our heads and make our hearts flutter ❤️❤️❤️ I’ll probably miss a bunch because it’s been 24 hours, so after my second viewing I’ll add more. Or if you remember more please comment!!

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1) Finn woke up and BB-8 told Poe that he’s awake and naked (like BB-8 good job cuz it was very significant to mention that to your papa) and Poe RAN to him with all the care in his eyes omg I literally died cuz that was the first scene of them together

2) Finn just genuinely looked lost with his sad puppy eyes and Poe just holding onto his arms, grounding him and making sure that he’s okay even though he’s literally squirting

3) maybe it was me imagining it but like Poe totally SCANNED his naked boyfriend in his white briefs (thirsty Poe yas)

4) Poe offering Finn his clothes

5) the hanger exploded and Poe flew backwards, Finn immediately ran to his side to check that he’s okay, because clearly he was already following Poe when he ran off cuz he’s so worried about his boyfriend going to blow something up

6) Finn going to Poe first thing when he has a plan

7) Poe getting SO JEALOUS, LIKE VISIBLY ANNOYED when he asked how Finn and Rose met (because how did Finn already make new friends and HOW DID HE NOT KNOW ABOUT IT)

8) Finn passing the beacon to Poe, and their hands lingered onto each other long enough to cross from the bro zone into the flirt zone (thanks @solisev for this!)

9) Poe looking out the window and whispering “…Finn.” like he’s so worried about his lover it’s gut-wrenching (guys I can’t remember where this was from in the movie but I saw multiple people mentioning it so I will update when I rewatch)

9) Finn and Rose were on their mission, and Finn contacted Poe to update him, and there wasn’t much fuel left, Poe ended the conversation with the softest, worrying “…hurry.” My heart literally fluttered so hard because he’s so worried about Finn

10) Poe heard Finn and Rose got captured and his life literally got drained out of his eyes for a second (okay maybe he just lost hope because the plan failed, but let a girl imagine k thanks)

11) Finn and Rose made it back, and Poe literally went “FINN!!!!! … And Rose…!” (dude had to act equally happy to see Rose like good save bro, good save 😂)

12) Finn gave his powerful, inspirational speech, and Poe looked at him with so much admiration and love and he will ask Finn to marry him after they escape for sure (thanks @unlikely-alliance for this!)

13) Poe screamed for Finn to pull back because he cannot lose Finn, they can fight the first order another time but Finn cannot die

14) Finn tried to go outside to help Luke, and Poe put one hand in front of Finn’s chest to stop him because he has to shield his boy from all harm

15) Finn looking at Poe with all the love in the world because his boyfriend is becoming a great leader and he cannot be happier

16) Rey came to rescue what’s left of the resistance crew from the cave, and Finn held onto Poe’s arm then sliding it down and could they be holding hands? THEY TOTALLY COULD BE AND IN MY HEART THEY ARE (the screen cuts it off but from arm angles and how Poe’s arm moves backwards to meet Finn’s hand I think they are) like there’s no valid reason for them to be touching arms in that scene other than gay so, if that’s not love I don’t know what is (thanks @beerevenge for this!)

17) any time the two of them stood next to each other BECAUSE THEY CAN

Let me know what I missed!!! I’ll keep adding it to the list, will try my best to keep it in chronological order :)

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author’s note: okay so i got a couple of requests for bts reacting to you having a thigh riding kink and i was down, but no matter how hard i tried, i couldn’t come up with seven distinct scenarios for that, so i’m combining that with another request i had for either you or bts teaching the boys how to give head and ofc i had to expand on that too, so enjoy disssss haha i’m really gonna need some feedback on this it’s my first time publishing something like this in a whileee
warnings: nsfw; smut
disclaimer: gif is credited below as cr.; none of the gifs used here are my own, they are cropped for uniformity and easy reading


KIM SEOKJIN
cr.

“Fuck, why is this so hot?” Jin mumbles out loud as you continue to rock back and forth on him.

When you’d first proposed the idea, Jin was admittedly very confused. Although seemingly self-explanatory, he wasn’t quite too sure what thigh riding entailed. More specifically, why you’d want to get off on his lap and how, exactly.

But now that Jin can feel the wet heat of your core rubbing against his jeans, he swears its one of the most erotic things he’s ever witnessed. The thought of you getting off on him, but without his doing anything, arouses him.

“Ah, fuck, it feels good, Jin,” you moan, gripping his shoulders for support.

“Yeah? I want you to get yourself off, baby, nice and good for me, okay?” he encourages, resting his left hand on the small of your back.

You let him kiss you sloppily, not bothering to slow your movements as he lets his tongue slip into your mouth and explore as he pleases. He squeezes your waist when you moan into him, pressing you down further, increasing the friction between your heat and the denim of his jeans.

“Such, a good girl,” Jin whispers, words dance over your kiss-swollen lips. “You gonna come soon, baby? All over my lap?”

He continues the kissing, this time at your ear, your jaw, down your neck. He adores the way you rock into his kisses, like your body’s coming back for more. And he knows he’ll love the aftermath of it all; know he’ll love the way his mouth stains your skin in the morning.

“Fuck—yes, yes.”

Jin presses a single kiss to your collar and mumbles into you, “Good girl.”

He can tell you’re on the verge of an orgasm by the way your body quivers, and your hands claw at his shoulders. He hears you moan, sees you screw your eyes shut, but he won’t have any of that—his hand quickly grabs at your jaw, forcing you to face him. And with a single phrase he gives you both permission and the command that pushes you over the edge.

“Look at me when you come.”

MIN YOONGI
cr.

“Nuh uh,” Yoongi shakes his head through shallow breaths, his words prompting you to stop your movements.

The way you look at him is sinful—neck craned obediently, eyes twinkling through your lashes. It makes him want to kiss you or choke you or something in between. He has to take a couple of breaths before speaking, afraid he could come right there.

“Did I do something wrong?” your breath ghosts over the tip of his cock as you speak, and the genuine innocence behind your words only serves as a reminder to Yoongi about the extremely compromising situation he’s in at the moment.

Because really, who agrees to teach their best friend how to suck dick? A really fucking good friend, was your argument. And Min Yoongi was nothing, if not a good friend.

“Not at all,” he reassures you, hand reaching to you head to slowly tangle itself in your hair, gently guiding your face closer to his dick.

But the more comfortable you got with your hands, the more restless Yoongi became; until a fiery possessiveness bubbled in the pit of his stomach. So, no, Yoongi wasn’t here to teach you how to give head. He was here to teach you how he liked getting head; he was going to fine tune you just enough to wreck you properly when this was all over.

“But you’re being a little too neat for me,” he grins when he sees the shy smile, possibly even a light blush paint over your features. It lights that same fire in his stomach, and Yoongi doesn’t think twice before tugging on your hair, making you look at him directly.

“Be a good girl for me, yeah?” he bites his lip when you nod your head, “Open your mouth. I wanna see how much you can take.”

JUNG HOSEOK
cr.

Having you suddenly straddle his lap and kiss up and down his neck was not something Hoseok envisioned in his Friday afternoon movie-watching plans, but he wasn’t necessarily complaining.

“Hobiiiii,” you whine against his neck, continuing to pepper kisses as he leans to the side to give you more access, “I missed you.”

Hobi chuckles and snakes an arm around your waist, “I can tell, sweetheart.” He finds your pouting cute and goes in to give you a quick peck.

But you’ve barely seen your boyfriend all week; a peck will not suffice. Instead, you use your hands to cup his face, and deepen your kiss, letting your lips mold together. Hobi loves the sounds you make, the little moans that slip between your lips, and he tightens his grip on your waist. He savors the meshed closed-mouth kisses you share, because the moment you let your tongue snake past your lips, he pulls away with a cutest blush on his face.

“I, uh, I’ve never done that,” he admits shyly, scratching the back of his head.

“Never done what?” you question, genuinely perplexed, because the two of you have kissed plenty of times before—and he’s pretty damn good at it, if you do say so yourself.

“Just, made out with someone before, you know?” he shrugs, “Like with tongues and all that.”

“Oh,” you let out, taking note of the tone of his voice, “That’s a shame. Making out on a couch in-front of a movie is, like, the best part of dating someone.”

“Is it now?” Hobi raises an eyebrow, closing the gap between your faces. He loves the way you bite you lip and nod your head in reply and he can’t remember a time in his life when he’s ever wanted to kiss anybody this badly, “Looks like I’m in the right place at the right time, then. I guess you’re gonna have to teach me.”

KIM NAMJOON
cr.

“Baby, are you sure?”

You roll your eyes, because this is about the twentieth time he’s asked this tonight, “Namjoon, of course I’m sure.”

He looks into your eyes deeply, searching for even the slightest twinge of doubt. It’s not that Namjoon hasn’t been thinking about this, dreaming of this—because he one hundred percent has, several times actually, even while you’ve been doing it—but he wants to make you sure that you’re sure about this. About the potential consequences of this.

“Namjoon, for the fucking love of god, if you don’t do this right now I’m going to strangle you.”

A smile washes over his features and he kisses you, deeply, slowly as he enters you the same way, taking time to feel you around him everywhere. “Fuck,” he pulls away, forehead resting on yours as he tries to gain control of his feelings.

It’s better than any fantasy he’s ever cooked up. The feeling of you around him, raw, no rubber condom barrier, is heavenly. You’re so warm and wet and Namjoon swears you fit like a glove around him, like you’re made for him.

“You okay, Joon?” you asked, gently wiping his sweat-stuck hair from his forehead.

He chuckles through half-lidded eyes and kisses you softly, “Yeah. You just feel so fucking good, baby. I could have blown my load right there.”

You laugh and kiss him back, “Well don’t okay, you feel so good too, I want this to last.”

Namjoon smiles lazily, begins to thrust shallowly, slowly, sure to take in every moment of this. And fuck, he doesn’t think he can ever go back from this. You’ve ruined him for you and only you.

“Fuck, I love you so much.”

PARK JIMIN
cr.

“Chim?” you question as your blonde boyfriend pulls away from your lips, and tightly wraps his hand around your wrist, preventing you from further unbuckling his belt. “I, um, sorry, am I going too quickly—”

“No, no, baby, you’re fine, it’s just, I’ve never—nobody’s ever,” he sighs in frustration, using his free hand to push his hair back, “I’ve never gotten head from anyone before.”

A big, red, question mark pops up in your brain and you look at Jimin’s face for a couple of seconds to properly process the information. Of course, it’s completely okay if he’s been waiting or hasn’t want to do this in the past. It’s just not exactly what you expecting from someone who… well, someone who looks like him.

“Do you want me to?” you ask lowly, looking up for an answer.

Jimin blushes, and runs his hand through his hair again, partially out of habit, partially out of nervousness, “I mean, yeah. Only if you want to, though, you totally don’t have—”

You shut him up with a kiss and pull away with a giggle, “You’re too cute, Jiminie. Of course I want to,” you gently shake off his hand and continue to unbuckle his belt.

“Tell me what feels good, okay?” You say, taking his cock out of his underwear and stroking it slowly. Jimin’s breathing immediately slows down and his eyes are trained on you as you lick a stripe from the base to the top.

“That, that—ah, fuck,” he nearly yells when he feels the tip of his dick enter your mouth, “Fuck, that feels good already.”

With no instructions, one of his hands is already threading through your hair. Jimin’s eyes dare not look away as you continue to tease him. When you look up at him while stroking his cock, Jimin doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on before. That is, until you speak again.

“Then you’re gonna, love this, Jiminie.”

KIM TAEHYUNG
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“You’re joking, right?” you ask, arms crossed, hoping (praying) that Taehyung would burst out laughing and tell you his scheme was just that—a joke, and that he was not at all, in the slightest, serious about this.

“I should be asking you that,” he counters, “It’s fucking ridiculous.”

“It’s ridiculous that I’m a little hesitant on whether or not my best friend was serious about asking me to sit on his face?”

“No, it’s ridiculous that no one’s ever gone down on you before.”

“I’m flattered, Tae, really, but you don’t have to do this. In fact, I won’t let you do this, so why don’t we—”

Tae reaches an arm out to pull you in by the waist, leaving virtually no space between his chest and yours. You roll your eyes at Taehyung’s overdramatic, overplayed gestures and attempt to push him away (keyword: attempt). “Tae, really, can we just—”

“Look,” he cuts you off. When he’s certain he has your undivided attention, he lets the other hand rest on your waist, tilts his head down a bit to look you square in the eye. “I’ll drop it if it makes you uncomfortable. But if you really wanna know what it feels like, I’ll do it to you—for you. Besides, it’s a win-win for the both of us.”

“How so?”

Taehyung licks his lips and lets a hand venture up your spine to cup the back of your head gently. “We both get our fantasies fulfilled,” his grins. “So, you in?”

The image of Taehyung, your Taehyung, fantasizing about you is one too tempting not to explore and entrances you into nodding your head.

“Good,” Tae hums, a gleam in his eyes, “Now, like I said before: get your ass on my face.”

JEON JUNGKOOK
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“Please, noona,” Jungkook begs, doe-eyed and far too innocent for the favor he’s begging of you.

“Jungkook, I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me to—”

“Yes I do!” he interjects, but shies away immediately afterwards. The faint blush on his cheeks paints the apology he dares not say aloud. “I trust you.”

You look at him and sigh, mulling over the pros and cons of his proposal. God, he’s cute, you think, taking a good look at him. You watch his eyes dart back and forth between you and floor and smile softly. Yeah, he’s really fucking cute.

“Okay—”

Jungkook doesn’t give you time to say anything else before he’s hugging you tightly and chanting thank yous into your ear.

“You’re the best, noona,” Jungkook gleams, finally pulling away and looking down at you in close proximity.

“Alright, Jungkooke,” you say, lifting you right hand to reach the nape of his neck and raking your hands through his hair. His eyes twinkle slightly at your actions, and you smirk, “Rule number one of eating pussy is that you do everything I say, got it?”

Jungkook nods obediently and licks his lips in nervous anticipation. “Got it.”

“Yeah?” you smile, tugging on his hair harder, “You’re gonna be a good boy for me, right Kook?”

Just as you presumed, the praise goes straight to his head; his eyes are something darker and you’d be a damned liar to say the way Jungkook nods and quietly says “yes, noona,” doesn’t affect you.

Something about having this usually arrogant, out-spoken, nearly six-foot tall boy at your command is powerful, sensual. Jungkook is usually one to figure things out himself, master them quietly then show everyone what he’s made of. But he came to you, asking for your help. Tonight he’s under your control. 

“I’m going to have so much fun with you.”