#<- not in text but definitely in spirit

[demigod-shenanigans]

Leo asks Piper to go suit shopping with him for his wedding (she’s his MOH so she’s basically obligated to go with him anyway).

He cannot find a thing he likes in this stupid menswear shop.

Piper however? She’s leaving with a minimum of three different vests. Tried one on and was never the same

[legendoftherisingtide]

autistic becoming a neutral/positive adjective in todays culture would make my younger neurodivergent self so happy and hopeful (and i hope others can find that too:))

[mister-peregrine]

i was watching some clips of first class today and was wondering if anybody else thinks that charles’ accent sounds sorta strange in some scenes?? i noticed that he has this strange tendency to slur his words sometimes and it sounds distinctively not british to me. in fact it actually sounds oddly american of him and now i’ve gotten attached to the idea that charles’ british accent is Weird™ due to living in the states for so long

[shiroselia]

I don't care for canonness or anything but I think it's about time I come out as at Least Incredibly intrigued by Kal/Syl at Least conceptually because if I'm right about who and What Syl is that's Such a good dynamic and they're already Great

and also be fucking fr with me HOW can you read "for a moment it was just him. Him and the wind. He fought with her and she laughed." And NOT THINK THATS PEAK ROMANCE.

[ccasey0]

what's this? refs for mikey and leo in the spirit au? no way!

tada! drew these in church lol.

mikey lore first!

Mikey had always been splinter's golden boy. he was the best student and always got everything right on the first try. He had the best connections with the spirits, he always meditated perfectly, and he would constantly go up into the mountains to hang up charms. His brothers didn’t think of him as a teachers pet though. Quite the opposite. They loved him. They weren’t jealous. Well, maybe a little bit. But not to the point where they didn’t like him. Although, when Mikey decided to spend the night up in the mountain one day, all his brothers opposed the thought. They all had heard the legends of the tax collectors. They dark beings who roamed the woods, collecting souls of those who don’t belong or have ill intentions. Even though Mikey was practically the purest heart out there, his brothers didn’t think the risk was worth it. Mikey didn’t care, of course, and he went anyway. Which made the boys freak out when he didn’t return for the next three days. Turns out Mikey had somehow fallen asleep in a cave-like part of the brush, and the spirits transported him to the base of the spirit tree. When he woke up, the night spirit was there. He was sitting atop the small altar with a charm in his hand. Mikey instantly got on his knees and tried to find a suitable offering, but was stopped by the night spirit. They talked for a while and Mikey was amazed at how many things his village had gotten wrong, including The spirits name: Casey. Eventually, Casey brought Mikey home. When they reached the village, Casey stopped at the tree line while Mikey kept walking. When Mike looked back, the spirit was gone. In his place, stood a wooden staff with beautiful wood burned engravings all up it. And at the very top, hung a small decorative charm. It had and eclipse embroidered on it. Mikey gad never seen anything like it. He walked towards the staff, which was somehow standing upright by itself, and took it. When his hand made contact with the wood, the moon symbol appeared on the back of his hand. A gift. From the Spirit of the Night.

woo!! That was fun :D Leo’s turn!!

Leo had always been the funny one. The irresponsible one. They one who never listened and always joked around. He always talked and talked and talked. But today was different. Leo didn’t know how to react when Mikey came back from the woods with a staff and a smile on his face. Of course he rushed up to hug his little brother. Of course he asked millions of questions regarding to his safety and well-being. But when Mikey told his brothers that he met the night spirit and that the spirit gave him the staff, Leo was left speechless. Which was very abnormal for him. When he finally opened his mouth to say something though, Splinter had already entered the room. When their master saw the staff in Mikey’s hands, his eyes went wide. He ordered the other boys to exit the room and they obeyed. It was early in the morning, so the cool air made all of them shiver as they exited the hut. they could hear splinter speaking with mikey inside the building, and instantly leaned against the door to try and get a better listen at what they were saying. leo couldn't really tell what all the fuss was about. it was just a fancy stick. mikey probably just found it in the woods and made up an elaborate story about it. but one thing was for sure, ever since mikey got back, the air felt different. he couldn't explain it, but leo was sure the atmosphere was different. the air was cooler and the plants seemed greener. it was just.......strange. as he looked around at his surroundings, he could have sworn he saw four glowing yellow eyes watching him from the trees. but he blinked and they were gone. maybe there was more going on then he thought.

oke, that took a bit longer to think up than expected. sorry for not getting this finished sooner, It's holy week and things have been busy for my school and my family. anyways, i hope you enjoyed! i know this one was probably a bit all over the place, but i hope it made a little sense lol

@allyheart707 hope you like it :)

[alchemists-wife]

considering Cole and the choice between him being a spirit or becoming more like a human in DAI.

only once I chose the late and... didn't like that, really. it felt shallow and forced to me, which is unexpected, coz in most cases, I would always lean towards "human incarnate" stuff in media and would be glad to celebrate humanity/human nature.

but here? something about the portraying of spirits in DA and in the way Cole himself is portrayed makes "more human" choice feel utterly wrong in its core for me. it feels like cruel violating of his entire being. and while I think Varric only truly wants best for Cole, he's just... doesn't understand what he's trying to do here. it's almost terrifies me at some level, when I think about it.

it felt wrong even years ago and now I'm also projecting. I partly see this choice as an allusion to autism.

to stay a spirit is to allow yourself to freely show autistic traits and accept them, and to become more human is to put on a mask and change in order to fit into society.

Cole talks in a way most others can't understand, he himself does not understand social norms well and sees things as pretty black and white (in a killing a "bad" templar is automatically "good" because he did bad things to mages way), literally feels someone else's pain and fears. social difficulties, high empathy, general "alienness" in the eyes of others. dehumanization. infantilization. a thing, an "it", a pet, a Kid.

it just feels so unfair that he has to change to fit in somewhere, where he will probably never be truly accepted anyway. it hurts.

in conclusion, I personally hate the "more human" choice, thanks for your attention.

[aithuzah]

Are you still interested in Merlin? I watched it when I was first airing and I only JUST found your blog... I agree with very nearly EVERYTHING. Arthur had so much potential, I agree with what yu think about Gaius and Kilgarrah Morgana and every other amazing promise of development that we were not given.

I’m still very fond of the show and characters! It was a huge part of my life for a very long time, frustrations and criticisms and all, haha. I still follow Merlin-centric blogs and reblog things occasionally, but I think I’ve said all I have to say about it—I stand by most of the opinions I’ve shared here, though overall my thoughts have mellowed out over time. I would probably phrase things differently (less intensely?) if I were writing them up nowadays.

It’s really cool (and a little scary at times) that new people continue to come across my many long-winded ramblings and connect with them, even though I’m not an active part of the fandom anymore.

[hetheyshe-remade]

still insane to me that i gave the biggest lesbian vibes in high school to absolutely everyone yet my deeply closeted super christian ass was like ummmmm hee hee i love men 😊

[vivisviolets]

hello, i hope your doing well!!!

Please may I participate in your new game? If so, ty <3

Initials- A.F.

Pronouns- She/Her

Preferred gender- Men

3 of my fave things- Hot chocolate, Lip tints, Cats (Especially when they get airplane ears 😭)

HAVE A NICE DAY ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

AF🌱🍃☕️

⁍ The Sun (reversed), Knight of Wands (reversed), Three of Cups (reversed), Seven of Pentacles (bonus card), The Hanged Man (bottom of deck) ⁍ "more than a woman" (Bee Gees?🪩🕺), 111, 123, 333, Pisces/Cancer/Scorpio placements (Sun, Moon, rising, 7th/8th house, etc), Taurus/Libra placements (Moon, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, 10th house, etc), money/finances, channeled song Kingston - Faye Webster

⁍ Hello my dear! (I nearly said pile 1😭?)- and welcome to your reading!! ok, I will just say off the bat that this energy is ALL over the place (I'm hearing SHE A RUNNER SHE A TRACK STAR 🏃‍♀️💨😭wth)- like, sooo many random messages, sooo many songs, it felt like Spirit was a claw machine going haywire lol (& also that's why you get 4 pics haha). However, I do think that is perhaps relevant to this you + your person's energy!! I'm hearing that you two will have an amazing sense of humor together, you will be the type of couple to be giggling and almost making it a game to come up with as many inside jokes as possible! awww that is adorbs. you two will be the cute couple in the friend group omg -but I am also seeing that there are some serious roots and veins to this relationship's foundation- I'm picking up that both of you are very compassionate and altruistic people- and that your morals and values will be a shared interest for both of you (this is random but your person might donate blood? he might have O+/O-, or AB+/AB- type blood?). This person also focuses on finances/money and their career. they could come from a family with well-invested money- they have a natural interest in financial knowledge and literacy... I think that you two may come into each other's lives during a confusing time, for both of you, (I'm hearing "separation"... idk what that could mean.)- I'm hearing "ain't no sunshine when she's gone"... this is either a temporary separation that will happen between you two in the future- or this is a sadness that is coming from both you psychically, because you haven't met the other *yet* but you are so close to meeting, thus causing this shared anxiety and anticipation. because you know they are close but where are they- you know? I think there will be many restarts in both your life, and your person's life. a lot having to do with life changes, and also inner personal relationships. nothing to fear, nor dread about ♡. life is a ride that is worth hanging onto, and no matter where it may take you, you will arrive at the place that you needed to go all along- and that place is so beautiful! because you are beautiful ♡. -- this connection will not be all sunshine, but you must shed light on any issues that arise that are important to you! I won't lie to you, but this person may come from a difficult family, a family of secrets and tactics, and anything like that- that might crop up in this relationship, must be weeded out. this love has the potential to be so sacred🔥, to your family line, to his family line, and to generations afterward! (another song: "Don't Let Me Down" by the Beetles) - this connection will arrive into your life easily and suddenly (*in hindsight), whether that is in a college/educational/community setting, during a work trip/tourist situation, or through mutual friend groups- this person will be sent towards you, regardless of setting,- when the time is right for the both of you ❤️. and ngl, it will be a bit of a whirlwind when it happens lol, that's why my energy was all 💫*dazed and confused*💫 and giggly at the start lol. you'll love each other, and you're both capable of so much growth, and your ancestors will cheer at the growth and success that you two will earn alongside each other!!! that's is so cute💗⭐️.

P.S drank hot cocoa as I wrote this out lol 💗☕️.*i hope this was helpful my darling ♡~ consider leaving a tip on my Patreon if you enjoyed, or follow and become a violet~ doesnt matter to me tho :>~ sending you on your way, bye!*

[fictional-men-enthusiast]

Creators that technically haven’t done anything heinously wrong but make me uncomfortable and who I’m VERY skeptical of, including their view on life and how they talk about people (ESPECIALLY CERTAIN MINORITIES):

• ZACH HADEL

• ZACH HADEL

• ZACH HADEL

[bayofwolves]

have we ever actually figured out what it is they're doing here? what is the context for this epic scene? why are the infected great beasts not infected anymore? what's with the other animals? where are they going? why is gerathon a normal pitiful snake? why is there a random bald eagle? why are shane and abeke smack dab in the middle of it all? are they on a date? huh? huh?

[conflictofthemind]

Take Me To Church-Gate

A few weeks back, I received a tip that Noah and Finn came into Atlanta for a couple of days to rehearse a scene alone together that never ended up being filmed. This was around the time of the convention that Finn ended up missing in early June (and we initially theorized was for the playground scenes).

I since received confirmation of not only this, but that the rehearsal in question was for a scene at the UD church set. The filming never went through because Noah got an eye infection / sty, so the shoot was rescheduled for early August. If you've seen me mentioning looking forward to August, this is what that was about.

The Eye Infection:

Let me link this post to begin with, barring the 'James' stuff who has proven to be false. I heard about the eye infection and my alarm bells rang immediately - I have a friend myself who wears contacts occasionally and whenever they get sties, they're always caused by the contacts. When has Noah worn contacts before in the show? When Will is being possessed by the mindflayer in Season 2.

The church is an interesting location, because it most definitely has to do with Henry as well. When the original countdown for TFS was being posted, there were images of a church - a location that may have been changed during development. The characters most likely go there as part of the continuing Henry investigation.

And we know Henry was exorcised at some point, but it failed. The sign going into the church is also a likely clue to this, referencing Mark 9:29 - a verse about a failed exorcism.

Conclusion for this part: Will very likely becomes possessed again while in this church. My source tells me they usually only do big rehearsals like this for scenes involving action, too.

My opinion is that Will was never fully exorcised either. I mean, he still has a clear connection to the mindflayer with all the tingles on his neck and the possible literal psychic connection he has to Vecna as well.

It's Byler, Too:

I suspect that Jamie has some part in the scene as well (given they scheduled it during his latest block on set), but the focus is on Will and Mike - being the only two other main characters on set at the time, and the only two rehearsing.

But going back to the church thing.... I wonder what kind of symbolism is created by bringing two gay characters who both have a lot of internalized shame into a location that is honestly the source of said shame? It's honestly not even symbolism. It might just be referenced in plain text. Looking back at that church sign:

"This kind cannot be driven out by anything but prayer"

"This kind" really evokes the dehumanising language used by homophobes to refer to gay people. And the driven out by prayer part, well that really evokes conversion 'therapy' practices of praying the gay away. So what if this is where Will and Mike finally admit their love for each other, and kiss. And what if that is actually what's able to drive the 'demon' away - gay love.

Especially during the Satanic Panic arc we are sure to see come full circle with the reckoning of the Hellfire Club in Season 5.

An arc which Mike is surely at the centre of as well, being not only a Hellfire Member in the past, but being family to the new disappeared child in town.

And it's not like Mike's love is what's been shown to us time and time again as the way to break Will out of his mindflayer trance. Oh, wait.

Consider it incredibly fanfic-y, but it's on the table now. An action scene at the church involving Byler where Noah is wearing contacts - Will becoming possessed just like Henry again and being made to fight Mike as not only part of the plan to get all of the Wheelers, but also as something that would break Will's spirit permanently. They're all alone with nobody to help save Mike. But the plan is thwarted through the power of love, and in a place that represents a lot of shame for gay men (especially in the 80s) - they finally come together. And it is love that frees Will from his trance. Whether through a confession or true love's kiss. It would be so dramatic and atmospheric.

Additional evidence:

Jopper's Season 4 reunion and kiss inside the Russian church, of which this would be a parallel.

The whole idea of "we kissed, as though nothing could fall. And the shame was on the other side" from David Bowie's Heroes - the shame being in the actual church from the rightside up, but they're alone together on the other side / in the Upside Down.

It is also very likely that this scene is from Episode 5 or 6. I've asked and nobody seems to know which episode it is from, but following the logic of Episode 4 being when the characters enter in groups into the Upside Down, and here Byler are all alone, it is definitely after some time has passed and groups have split further. They're definitely not having any kind of confession in the first half of the season, so this timing sounds positive.

Multiple rehearsals. Noah contacting his acting coach recently for advice. Them even having to cancel an entire shoot because of a sty indicates close-up shots for sure.

Anyway. I'd really love to see people's thoughts on this. I feel like there's even more I could get into in follow-up posts, especially if other people chime in with their thoughts. I have been buzzing about this scene for weeks now. I want to start another gate for old time's sake, so please use #churchgate if you want to make your own posts about this!

[aquarines]

does anyone actually use the balms or are we just pretending?

[anythingneverythingnstuffs]

neighbor!reader x simon 'ghost' riley pt 10

masterlist

The summer solstice. The longest day of the year, the day with the most light. That particular day in June never really meant that much to you- until now. It was officially five months since Simon had left.

Not that you were keeping track.

Simon had never given you an address or anything to send letters or packages to while he was gone. To be fair, you never asked him about such things. Maybe you should have. It was a little late for that now, though. You had to just trust that he was okay.

You tried not to be disheartened from the lack of contact with your strange neighbor while he was off saving the world. Well, that’s what you told yourself in your head that he was doing. You knew he was military of sorts, really good at what he does, but he kept things like that private, even from you.

You were just his neighbor, after all. Right?

The day began like any other. You went about your usual morning routine, feeding your cat, then yourself, getting ready for work, etcetera.

Work went as well as it did any other day. Customers weren’t too awful, thank goodness. You were feeling particularly down on that day, even though it was the day with the most sunlight out of the year.

You decided on your way home from work that you��d spend the night baking cookies, maybe even in Simon’s apartment. That might lift your spirits. Maybe you’d even pretend that Simon was there with you to keep you company, like you wished he could.

God. You missed him. Five months was too damn long. And not even a single text message or phone call. You tried not to let that get to you. He was probably super busy with whatever military stuff he was doing.

You just hoped that he was okay.

-

Simon’s apartment still smelled like him, even after all those months of him being gone. Part of it was due to you spraying little spritzes of his cologne that you found on the top shelf of his closet every few days, especially in the spots where he typically spent time in his own apartment.

Not that you’d ever admit to snooping for such a thing. No, you definitely didn’t also have to bring your step ladder from your apartment to reach it. Why didn’t he have his own stepladder-?

Oh, yeah. Tall man. Whatever.

“Izzy, I hope you know that these aren’t for you,” you mumbled teasingly to your cat, who had followed you from your apartment to Simon’s, like she often did. You were sure Simon wouldn’t mind the feline in his apartment. He had a soft spot for Isabella, whether he’d admit it to you or not.

How silly that you could see the soft spot he had for your cat, and not the one he had for you, but anyway.

You had just put in the first batch of cookies, like always you decided to start with sugar, then go to chocolate chip, then peanut butter. Small batches this time, since most of them were going straight to your own cookie jar, some were going to be put in the freezer to keep fresh for Simon’s return, and you had promised a few neighbors a box of cookies that week.

It was a small batch for you. Not a small batch for regular people baking.

In Simon’s absence in the last five months, you found yourself more and more making yourself at home in his flat. He had given you that key to use at your leisure, after all, so you wanted to put it to good use. You did just that.

No, you never found his security cameras in all that time. To be fair, you never looked for them. That sort of thing didn’t even cross your mind.

-

It was just after midnight. You had decided to stay a bit longer in Simon’s flat before heading to bed in your own. With a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of you and Izzy purring on your lap, you reached for the remote to click ‘next episode’ on the series you were watching absently.

As the opening credits on the show began to play, during a part you knew there was supposed to be silence, you heard something. As the opening continued, you couldn’t help but wonder what that sound was that you heard. You knew not to be worried about safety in Simon’s apartment- he was the safest guy you knew, and you had all three locks set on his front door.

His apartment was probably safer than your own, come to think of it. Since you sometimes forgot to lock your front door. You were getting better at it, though! Especially knowing that Simon wasn’t going to be able to just walk right in your unlocked door. Knowing it would be someone else coming through that door uninvited was a real deterrent.

Deciding to yourself that it was probably just your imagination from being up so late, you reached in front of you to grab for the bowl of popcorn.

It wasn’t until you put your hand in the buttery popcorn that Simon made his presence known.

“ ‘m back, love. Miss me?”

The popcorn was forgotten. You couldn’t see him at first, since you had been staring at the TV screen in his dark living room, but as soon as you did, you couldn’t help but freeze.

There he was. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, in the flesh, back after being away on a no-contact mission for five months. But he wasn’t-

He wasn’t wearing his mask.

You had never seen him without it before.

Your heart stopped as you looked at him. He looked both everything and nothing like you expected. In the end, it probably didn’t matter what he looked like.

But you were glad that he was pretty damn handsome underneath all that fabric anyway.

“Simon?” you breathed out. As you stood up from the couch, Izzy meowed in protest to being moved from your lap. “You’re… You’re here.”

It was the first time you ever saw Simon smile without the mask, and it was now forever burned in your mind. “Yeah, I’m back,” he told you softly.

Before you knew it, you were launching yourself into his arms. Your arms found their way around his neck, though you did have to lean up a bit to reach. Once Simon realized what you were doing, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly to him. The stubble on his chin brushed against your scalp, making you shiver slightly at the foreign sensation.

“I missed you, love,” Simon told you softly.

“I missed you, too,” you mumbled against his chest.

“I told you not to miss me too much.”

“Well, you left for five months without contact, so…”

“Touché,” he hummed, closing his eyes as he hugged you closer. If that was even possible.

It honestly felt like you were dreaming. You had dreamt of this very moment for five months now, since the very moment that Simon told you he had to go just the night before he left.

After who knows how long, you finally pulled away just enough to look up at Simon more clearly. You could see exhaustion in and around his eyes, but you could also see relief. Relief to be back home, relief to be safe, relief to-

Relief to be back home with you.

“You look tired, Si,” you murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek. You gently traced over the shadow of a scar on his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

Surprisingly, Simon leaned into your gentle touch and closed his eyes. “You have no idea, love. Tired doesn’t even begin to cover it. Been travelling for over twenty-four hours now.”

“Why don’t you come sit down?” I offered, finally unwrapping my arms from him to tug on his arm, leading him to the couch. He didn’t resist.

Once he got seated, you sat down beside him, close enough that your thighs were touching. Now that he was back, you didn’t want to be apart from him.

“Do you need anything?” you asked him softly, looking up at him. “Something to eat, drink, maybe a shower…?”

“You sayin’ I stink?” Simon hummed before stretching his arm around your shoulders. He pulled you into his side gently, letting out a soft breath. “No, love, I don’t need anything. Just this.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, but you tried not to read too far into it. You rested your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you breathed in his scent. It was unlike anything, and even with over twenty-four hours of travel on him, you couldn’t get enough.

It was Simon that eventually broke the silence.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t contact you,” Simon said to you softly, his voice rough with emotion. “I wanted to. Every damn day. But it wouldn’t have been safe.”

He had wanted to contact you?

“Oh, Simon, you don’t have to apologize,” you assured him, turning your head to look into his eyes.

“I don’t, but I want you to know.”

Where was this coming from?

“I..” You cleared your throat, looking up at him still. “I’m just glad you’re home safe, Si.”

Simon nodded at your words, his eyes searching yours. “Me too, love. Me too.”

That was when his hand gently cupped your chin as he began to lean towards you. His touch was light, almost hesitant, a stark contrast to what you expected from the mighty soldier.

Frustrated with the slow pace of his lips’ descent to yours, you lurched forward and closed the gap, your arms returning to their earlier spot around his neck.

It was soft, tender. There was a bit of surprise at first from Simon’s end, he clearly hadn’t expected you to rush forward, but he had gladly accepted your advance and met it with equal vigor.

It was perfect. Simon’s lips were firm yet gentle, moving against yours in a dance that took your breath away. His hand on your chin came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head slightly as he deepened the kiss.

By the time you broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily. Simon rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed.

“I’ve… Wanted to do that for so long,” he admitted quietly, his warm breath mingling with yours.

A small smile tugged at your lips. So it had been mutual.

“Me too,” you said softly.

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[littlemisshyperfixation]

Yoongi Fic Recommendations Part 2

a - angst f - fluff s - smut

part 1

Series

Miss Dial (s) by @versigny ⊹₊⋆ [11:31] You: okay so i’m texting you now like I promised instead of drunktexting yoongi and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. Arent you proud?

[11:32] unknown number: this is yoongi, hi 

Please Be Naked (a f s) (ft. namjoon) by @floralseokjin ⊹₊⋆ Recently heartbroken, it feels like you’ll never be able to get over it. But a chance encounter with a guy you haven’t seen in months changes everything…  

One Shots

want a taste? (f s) by @suga-kookiemonster ⊹₊⋆ pretzel pro. most skillful tongue in the food court world. allegedly. that’s what yoongi keeps telling you, anyway. of course, you’re reasonably skeptical of his claims—but if there’s one thing that motivates the notoriously-lethargic man, it’s proving skeptics wrong.

take care of you (f s) by @kookslastbutton ⊹₊⋆ To keep your fiance from burning out you suggest a weekend getaway to Gapyeong, a charming town about an hour outside Seoul. You've specifically asked him to leave his work equipment at home but like a deep rooted habit, he still brings it with him. You're left with no choice but to find a way to get his attention back.

You Broke Me (f) by @7ndipity ⊹₊⋆ Just clingy, fluffy Yoongi after Reader comes home after a month-long trip

Shy (s) by @7ndipity ⊹₊⋆ You’re desperately craving your boyfriend's attention, but are too shy to ask for it outright. Luckily, Yoongi knows what you want anyway.

Sweet Spot (s f) by @cultleaderyoongi ⊹₊⋆ Three months into dating, Yoongi ponders what the perfect scenario for a love confession would be. There's no manual stating when and where and how is appropriate. It's only convenient when his body reacts faster than his brain, doing the job for him.

Eargasm (s) by @lavishedinjimin ⊹₊⋆ The idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.

F*ck Christmas (a f s) by @sailoryooons ⊹₊⋆ Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog.

Workaholic (s) by @hobiwonder ⊹₊⋆ Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night. You were only trying to escape a crazed man chasing you down on a stormy night. Never was your intention to end up in an attractive man’s house. Definitely not one who thought you were a hooker. 

Backtrack (s) (ft. jimin) by @mapofthesea ⊹₊⋆ There’s no telling just how long you'd been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain.

the pink pill (s) by @dollfaceksj ⊹₊⋆ In each of these universes, you find yourself consuming what is known as the pink pill. This pill is essentially a drug that enhances your libido to the max and you’ll quite literally never experience arousal like you do when you’ve taken this pill. Thankfully, in each universe, there’s a man that’s ready to help you explore and reach your peak of sexual euphoria.

all night (s) (ft. namjoon) by @axigailxo ⊹₊⋆ in which listening to music during a smoke sesh with your best friends namjoon and yoongi in the studio turns into much more

damn the charcuterie board. (s) (ft. jimin) by @bratkook

[burrowdarling]

Like I Do (18+)

Summary: It had been a rough time for you since the Bengals season came to an end, it felt like nothing could go your way. Instead of letting Joe in, you shut him out. He takes his time showing you what you mean to him the best way he knows how.

Pairings: boyfriend!Joe Burrow x girlfriend!reader

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: oral (female receiving), praise, dirty talk, feeling down, negative talk, definitely missing stuff so MDNI

Note: Hi! Surprise! This was something that came to mind and I just sat and busted it out while watching the games today. I do still have a texting fic coming out in the morning as planned, so take this as a bonus. I hope you all enjoy! (not proofread, apologies!)

Word Count: 3.2k

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You started the week, feeling like you could take on the world. You made a plan, things seemed to be going well enough at work, it was as if nothing could bring you down from your high. Except there was something and that feeling of invincibility didn’t last very long unfortunately. After the games on Sunday, you could feel it in Joe too. The tension in the household was prevalent, making it hard to keep up the peppy act when you weren’t feeling in very high spirits either. Sure, you were used to your mood sometimes feeling low, able to push through the week while you looked forward to the weekend. This week just felt particularly tough. Everything felt like an uphill battle, getting yourself out of bed, managing your workload with being back in the office, and keeping the house together. Joe had been busy himself with some meetings about changes to the team, putting in long days at the facility and drowning himself in workouts at the gym or film in his office. You knew this was typical for him, but with your current state it felt like the world was closing in around you.

As if the tension at home wasn’t enough, you had to hear it from your coworkers, the guys specifically, about the Bengals not making the playoffs. It was as if they knew exactly what they were doing, feigning for a rise out of you. The feeling of your skin heating everytime it comes up while trying to maintain your composure. You knew Joe tried his hardest to get them to even have a possible chance, realizing other people didn’t think the same way. Your social media was flooded too from “fans” making comments about how Joe could do better than you, he was too successful to be with “someone like you”. Making statements about how Joe didn’t need anyone holding him back, acting like they knew him and his best interests.

It wasn’t just what people said though, it felt like anything you wore didn’t suit you. You were usually a confident person, able to brush off any negativity that was thrown your way. Secure in your style, your personality, especially your relationship with Joe. He always made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. Recently, with him being gone as much as he was, it was easy to feel like he was doing it out of spite. Maybe he was reading the same things you were and was too much of a coward to admit it to your face. You knew deep down these thoughts weren’t true, but they were too loud to shut out. You were getting sick and tired of all of the outside noise. Instead of drowning it out like usual, you found it to be suffocating. It was pulling you into a spiral, one you haven’t felt in ages. You felt like you weren’t good enough, pretty enough, capable even.

There were times, when one thing could knock you down by the knees and make you feel weak. It would shut down some of your defenses, making you more susceptible to nitpicking and criticism. You knew what you signed up for when you started dating Joe, willing to persevere with whatever life would throw at you to be the person you loved. Everything else just felt so heavy that you started to believe some of the things they were saying. If everyone says he’s better off, I’ll make sure I’m out of his way.

You tried your best to throw yourself into your work, getting as head as you were able to distract yourself from your thoughts that were swirling. You stopped putting in as much effort to your clothes, wearing anything you could that wouldn’t bring attention to your frame. You stuck to your office, only being around your coworkers when you had to, which even then you tried your best to avoid at all costs.

As the week went on, Joe started to be around more which made him harder to avoid. Things were finally ironing out for a plan for the next season, making him more available and able to start enjoying his offseason with the person he loved. He knew he was being a jerk unintentionally, leaving early and coming home late to get things done. He knew he had a tendency for throwing himself into things and blocking out everything else, the repercussion being that you were caught in the crossfire. He never meant to hurt you, he was trying to do better and be better for you, more present even when it was hard. With the offseason starting, he knew he needed to make you a priority. The only problem was that it seemed like you were avoiding him.

Joe wanted to do better, show you how much he cared for you and everything you did for him. He knew he couldn’t make up for how he's acted or the lost time together, but he could start now by putting his best foot forward. Joe was able to see how much time and effort you put into making your house a home, wanting to do something nice back for you. He knew how much you loved his cooking, a rarity during the season due to his hectic schedule. He made a nice meal for you, cooked your favorite while he set the table with flowers and candles. He waited by the door for you to get home, feeling like an eternity before you finally walked through the door.

He took in your appearance, your clothing a lot baggier than you usually wore. You had dark circles under your eyes, your shoulders were dropped low and were visibly shrinking into yourself. His heart was cracking in two, not being able to shake the feeling like he was the one that did this to you. If he was around more, gave you more of his attention. He could only hope that thing would go up from here.

“Hi hunny, I made us some dinner. I hope you’re hungry, it’s your favorite,” Joe said, opening his arms to embrace you. You stepped into his arms, lightly wrapping your arms around his waist. It was nothing compared to your usual hug, feeling half-ass and resistant. Joe tried to shake it off, wondering if you were just tired.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just a long day,” was all you said, letting him go and walking towards the table where Joe had everything set. You felt tears well up in your eyes, doing everything in your power to hold them back. You wouldn’t let him see you break down, not when you saw just how much effort he put into tonight. The inner voice in your head nagged at you, telling you that you didn’t deserve this, him. You tried your best to stifle it, to get through dinner so then you could take the time to be alone.

Dinner was mostly silent, your responses were short and sweet to any conversation he attempted to start with you. Joe was trying his hardest to pull you out of this funk you were in, bringing up anything and everything to get you to talk. You silently cleared the table, trying your best to stay out of Joe’s reach. You were aware of his attempts, but you were too absorbed in your negative spiral to truly see he was trying.

“I’m gonna go shower” you said quietly as you started to walk out of the kitchen.

“Can I join you?” Joe asked, hopeful to have some time to reconnect with you. He missed you, all of you.

“I’ll just take one myself, take some alone time” your voice slightly wavering at the direct confrontation, your eyes facing the floor not able to meet Joe’s gaze.

Joe wasn’t having any of it, always showering with you whenever he had the chance to. It was something you both enjoyed, treating it as a way to reconnect with one another at the end of the day. He could tell there was something off with you, having a feeling he knew part of what was happening. You were avoiding his touch, sleeping just out of his reach whenever you got too close.You were making sure to keep your distance, though it was painful to do it.

You were stopped short before you could fully leave the kitchen. You felt Joe’s large hand circle around your smaller wrist, stopping you in your tracks. His touch instantly brought you a sense of relief, you didn’t know how much you truly missed him.

“Come with me” Joe said, sliding his hand down to meet your hand while guiding you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. He didn’t let go of your hand until he stopped in front of your floor length mirror that was sitting in the corner of your shared bedroom. He lightly pulled you so that you were standing in front of him, letting him loom behind you, your height difference evident.

“Why am I in front of our mirror?” You questioned, looking at him through the reflection.

“Tell me what you see,” Joe said, looking straight ahead, his voice coming off low and firm. 

You tilted your head to the side, confused “me and you?”

“No, tell me what you see when you look at yourself” he settled his hands on your hips, his grip tender as he stroked your hips gently with his thumbs creating goosebumps across your skin.

Your eyes caught his in the mirror, feeling more comfortable than holding your own stare. 

“Don’t look at me, sweetheart, look at you. Tell me all the good things you see.”

It was hard to hold your own stare when you were wishing you could look anywhere else. Joe could read you like a book, could tell you were feeling off about yourself. He was always the first one to reassure you whenever he got the chance, this time you never gave him one. It seemed like he was taking matters into his own hands.

“But you’re so much nicer to look at” you said with a light laugh, but Joe wasn’t having any of it. His eyes told you everything you wanted to know and directed your gaze back to yourself, I’m not playing games.

“Umm, I like my eyes,” you said, sounding more like you were trying to convince yourself rather than tell Joe.

Joe lightly chuckled behind you. “Why?”

“I like how they change colors depending on what I’m wearing, I can always make them look nice whenever I do makeup.”

“So you like your eyes, how they change.” Joe moved his head so that he was resting his jaw against the top of yours, using you as a chin rest though his eyes never left yours. “Tell me what else.”

“I don’t want to come off like I’m bragging or anything, not like there’s much to-”

“Pointing out what makes you beautiful isn’t bragging, it’s stating facts. Though you could brag about it all you want, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

“I guess I like my hair, though I feel like it’s too short for my face since I got it cut.”

“I like it short, it makes it easy for me to see all the cute little faces you make or when I make you blush.”

Like clockwork, your cheeks immediately started to heat at his admission. 

“My boobs could be bigger.”

“Your boobs are perfect, they fit just right in my hands,” he says as his hands slide up your front and rest on your chest. You feel his breath catch in his throat at his discovery. “No bra?”

You shook your head, meeting his eyes again in the mirror, “I have felt like putting one on to be honest, felt like extra effort.”

He dropped his hands to the hem of your sweatshirt, looking at you for permission to take it off. With a soft nod, he slipped the fabric over your head, leaving you shirtless and feigning for his touch to be back on your skin. Joe moaned at the sight of you topless, he always loved your tits.

“I want you to see what I see. A beautiful, sexy woman who I get to call mine. It’s not just your outer beauty either, you have so many other wonderful qualities about you that I fall harder for each and every day.”

Joe moved to be in front of the mirror, turning his body to face me. He gave me a mischievous wink before dropping to his knees in front of me.

“I’m gonna eat you out while you watch yourself in that mirror. You’re gonna see exactly what I get the pleasure of seeing every time I go down on you, every time I get you under me or riding me. The one catch is you have to keep your eyes there, if you stop then I stop. Got it, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t help, but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. It was truly a challenge he was posing, one that made your skin prickle with heat just thinking about it. “And how exactly are you gonna know if I stop?”

“Easy, my eyes will be on you making sure your eyes are on yourself.”

With his gaze never leaving yours, he grabs ahold of the top of your jeans and pulls them down, taking your panties with them as they slip down your legs. Joe paused to slip the sneakers off your feet before completely taking the clothing from your legs, leaving you naked standing above him.

“Absolutely fucking beautiful” he mumbled, with his gaze on your legs as he ran his hands up your bare skin. Joe paused at your knees, moving to spread you open. His hands continued up your thighs to spread you wider, the anticipation burning hotter inside of you. When Joe’s eyes land on your pussy, you sink your teeth into your lower lip to fight back a groan, feeling your heart rate increase by the look in his eyes.

“Look at you, already so wet for me.” Joe licked a quick stripe through your center, immediately making your head fall back. He gave you a quick smack to your thigh, pulling you out of your trance. “All for me?”

“Always for you,” you whispered, a sharp intake of breath hitting your lungs when he trails his fingers gently through your slit finishing his pass with a short brush to your clit. Your body felt electric, his touch igniting you leaving heat in its wake. 

Your comment earned a strong groan from Joe in response,”now that sounds like my girl.”

He placed gentle kisses to both of your hip bones, showering you with praises each time his lips touched your skin. It was like he was slowly putting you back together one kiss at a time.

“Beautiful.” kiss.

“Smart.” kiss.

“Kind.” kiss.

"Funny." kiss.

“Generous.” kiss.

“Stunning.” kiss.

You lost track of how many, the praises continually spilling out of his mouth. Making his way across your belly as he trailed his way to the apex of your thighs at a painstakingly slow pace, at least to you. It felt like an eternity passed before he finally had his mouth on you, 

Everything felt overwhelming, it getting harder and harder to keep your eyes open let alone on yourself in the mirror. It felt like his touch was everywhere, your senses heightened. Everything he did felt amazing, your hands were knotted through his hair as you held on, trying your best to stay standing. His mouth was relentless on your wet heat, taking everything he could get from you. It was hard for you to admit to yourself, but you looked hot like this. You had this god of a man on his knees before you, his mouth devouring you like you were his last meal. You let the feeling wash over you, a moan slipping past your lips as you looked down at Joe.

Sure as shit, his eyes were on you, watching your every move. He smiled against your pussy briefly before getting back into the moment and sucking your clit into his mouth. Slipping two of his slender fingers into you, he began to pump them in and out, slow at first and gradually increasing speed. He arched them just right, hitting your spot with the right amount of pressure time after time. You could feel the knot building in your stomach, finding it hard to hold back any longer.

“I’m not gonna last long,” you breathed out, unsure of your voice.

“You don’t need to hold back, come for me. I want to taste you pretty girl.”

It didn’t take much to fall apart above him, his name falling past your lips in rapid succession as your orgasm washed over you. You rode out your high, pulling his head more into your pussy, earning a satisfied groan from Joe at your actions. He always loved when you would tackle what you needed from him.Your orgasm felt more intense standing up, leaning on Joe for support while you gained your bearings.

When you finally came to, you released Joe from your grip and let him up for air. Your hands trailed down from his hair to his jaw, lifting his chin to meet your eyes.

“I’m sorry for how I acted. Everything just became so heavy this week and I know how hard everythings been for you, I didn’t want to put anything else on your plate,” you said honestly, watching Joe’s eyes soften at your words.

“You can always come to me with whatever you’re feeling no matter how I am, don’t you ever forget that. You’re so goddamn important to me.”

You smiled down at him, following him as he stood up from the floor, his eyes never leaving yours as he towered over you. He brought his hands to rest on your hips, pulling you into him to rest his forehead on yours.

“So how do you feel now, hmm? It was so hot watching you, I could see when you really saw it in the mirror. My girl finally is realizing just how much of a goddess she is.”

A new wave of blush crept up your cheeks, you knew he was right. It was hard to admit that this worked as well as it did. You had a new wave of confidence in yourself, knowing you could take what you want, what you deserved. Joe had a way of making you feel confident in yourself, you just needed a reminder. 

“I don’t want it to go to my head or anything, but there was something about having you on your knees for me. Having someone as strong and powerful as you at my mercy was a major confidence boost. I’d want you with less clothes next time though.”

“Baby, I’m always at your mercy, you're my absolute weakness. I’ll be on my knees for you anytime, anywhere just say the word. You were a good girl and listened to me though and good girls get rewarded. Get on the bed, I’m not done showing you yet.”