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Headcanons on what kind of dates the yandere TEC boys would have with the reader?

Let Me Be Your Fool

Summary: Yandere! TEC on their first date

TW/CW: Animal bones, but that’s really it

A/N: This can also work for non yandere Eltingville Club. I promise you, people, these boys are on their best behavior for this one

Reblogs are appreciated!

- First off….why would you do this to yourself???

- Bill’s an incel nerd who relies on his mom for money. Be worse if he was a yandere

- Accepting a date with him means he’s stealing every penny, quarter and dollar for this date. Absolutely got aggressive with his siblings for not helping him steal cash

- On the plus side, it means he’ll actually take a shower, aggressively brush his teeth for an hour and wear laundry clean clothing

- Your first date would be at an arcade. The loud noises + distractions means he doesn’t have to worry about feel creepy while he stares at you

- When he’s not staring at you, he’s mansplaining to you about the latest comic book issue or episode of B:TAS. You call by the way he’s getting red faced and actually stumbling on his words that being around you is making him flustered

- Pointing this out will result in him getting pissy and going off on an even bigger and more blatant rant.

- Despite this, it’s decent (as long as you can handle the staring and heavy breathing behind you)

- If you were start to date, expect movie nights at his place and going to any geeky event

- Movie nights are surprisingly nice. Even if he’s focusing on how long he’s going to stare at you, he’ll actually try to pick out a movie you’re both interested in. Of course, that offend means thinking you like the same thing as him, but he tries!

- He’ll set up the basement, make some popcorn, buy movie snacks, and if he’s feeling really romantic, would pull out the couch to be a bed

- Since these are private events to him, Bill can be a cuddle bug. He’s a clingy yandere (but only in private) plus it feels nice holding someone while watching “Batman and Robin Forever”

- For geeky events, think any local convention or something happening at Joe’s

- Will mansplain the crash course version to you while you two take public transportation/his mom driving you

- Once there, you’re not leaving his side. He burns daggers behind you anytime you think of going to do your own thing. You’re his partner now, and he wants to show you off!

- Will absolutely brag to any man child near the vicinity that he has a partner and will treat you more like a prized object

- On the plus side, he’ll drop the big bucks to get you anything you asked for (probably even steal little tchotchkes)

- First anniversary date is weirdly at a nice restaurant (thinking maybe Italian or a 50s diner). He got you matching Lois Lane and Superman keychains. It was so adorable that you ended up peppering him with kisses for the rest of the night

- Weirdly a good person to go on a date with (in the long term)

- Like I said before, Josh would be the most romantics yandere

- He popped a fuse when you agree on the first date with him. His mom spent all day washing his hair, face and body. Popped a couple of pimples and even cut his hair a little. It was the first you actually saw that he had curly hair

- Absolutely blew his budget on an upscale restaurant. The type that has live music playing and the appetizers cost more than some restaurant bills

- Josh was sweating up a storm while you ate the $80 spaghetti carbonara. Anytime he made conversation, it was quick, one word sentences about any topic you mention to him.

- This is all so new to him. Even the coaching his mom gave him went out the window. You were just so beautiful, that any amount of time and effort he practice in front of the mirror pales in comparison to the real thing

- Regular dates would be events to Josh. Calculating where you two should go next.

- I can weirdly seeing Josh doing a picnic date. Not only can he bring his own food, but it’s nice just being the two of you, looking up at the big blue sky

- Will ALWAYS bring a gift for you. Always. Doesn’t matter if he stole it from his mom or actually planned it out. His parents taught him a “young gentleman always bring the best for his date”, and he’s doing exactly that

- Would also take you to a museum. He wants to seem cultured and educated (Josh ends up passing out in the middle of said date because of museum exhaustion)

- If he has to do it at home, it’s him and his family having dinner together before taking you up to his room and showing off his massive collection of Sci Fi memorabilia

- First anniversary would be a dinner and movie. Probably at the Alamo and it’s a movie that he think you be interested in (has heard horror stories from his family of pissing off their dates during this time)

- Awkwardly tries to cuddle with you while the movie plays. WILL explode if you reciprocate

- Got you a Pandora bracelet and tried to deny how much he spent on it (Josh’s wallet is crying rn)

- Overall a sweetheart on dates…doesn’t change the fact that you can’t vent to him

- Haunted House.

- To Pete, dates are about him “exposing you to the wonders of horror”

- He makes sure he asks you just before the week of Halloween. He already has you and his costume’s ready (You’re his Frakenhooker to his Henry)

- Also double checks that said haunted house’ the scariest in New York State. That way, he can “hold you” (grope you) without any suspicion. It’s so cute how jumpy you get

- Since his family doesn’t have a lot of money, date nights are DIY projects

- Maybe you guys make each other matching Shark necklaces? Or perhaps mold clay into mini dioramas of your favorite movies? A simple card game would be enough for Pete

- If he really likes you (considering his obsession with you, this means immediately), he’ll even let you help with his VFX for the club!

- It’s weirdly sweet seeing him being passionate about something

- Unfortunately, these sweet moments are cut once you realized his comments. He flirts like a construction worker, so expect comments about your body, hips, butt, boobs (if you have them), waist, lips, moles. Anything he can see, he’ll make a comment about it

- Not to mention the constant drooling and side eyes he’ll give you. Your body always occupies his mind, and it won’t stop just because you’re sweaty from helping him move some props around

- First anniversary date will be at a modest Italian restaurant. It actually serves authentic Italian cuisine and even plays Italian music

- Pete tries so hard to be a gentleman, but it’s hard considering you’re you, and he loves seeing you all dolled up just for him

- He’s going to give you a “Bride of Chucky” Tiffany plush. Said it reminded him of you

- Will salivate watching your reactions. Die when you squeal and give him such large kisses

- Creepy but cute type of dates

- Jerry would be the most conventional of the yanderes

- He asks you via shoving a letter through your locker, along with some candy + a single rose

- Accepting means going to a MtG event, where he nervously asks you to play with him. Despite not knowing a single clue about the card game, you actually enjoy yourself, plus meet some fresh faces amongst the crowd

- Takes you to his favorite pizza shop and walks you home. You don’t even notice how red faced and a stumbling mess he became. Having his dream person right next to him certainly doesn’t help

- Researches and stalks your profile for any possible indicator on where the next date should be held. It would disturb you the amount of notes he’s taken for this occasion.

- Dates are often a mixture of his and your favorite places. Always waiting for you to start the conversation so he can say the right thing

- Takes pictures of each and every date. He does this for his shrine little collection he’s started. Seeing those times you two spent together always calms him down

- Complimented you any chance he gets. Definitely not to distract from the fact that he’s looking at something else, no what are you talking about

- First anniversary is a simply movie date. He brought the popcorn + movie candy and went to a screening of “Legend”

- He always saw himself as the Prince and you as the damsel in destress. He saved you from a time of loneliness and desolation

- Took you to the claw machine many of those theatres have and actually won you a small beat first try

- He felt so manly getting that for you

- Just a little stinker (a creepy one honestly, but nevertheless)

[reggie-hedgie]

After the trainwreck that was my final, I need some COD brainrot to make myself feel better so… yeah-

Random COD hcs, (some romantic)

TW/CW: stalkerish behavior (Nikto), affectionate biting (Naga)

Characters: Naga, Soap, Ghost, Roach, König, Horangi, Nikto

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Naga- 🐍

-I love this guy honestly. (@ratkingah , I still love that edit you made of him for me, one of my prized possessions lmao). I just think he’s pretty <3

-I am a firm believer in split tongue Naga, it’s only right.

-an artist I love from Bsky drew him with some subtle freckles and I actually love it so much—

-He can sleep anywhere. He’s used to dozing off in his perch if he’s sniping someone. Although because he’s supposed to be aware, he’s also a fairly light sleeper, if he’s on a mission.

-Otherwise, he honestly sleeps like the dead.

-I feel like he sleeps half off the bed. He runs way too warm to be fully under the covers unless it’s properly cold where he’s sleeping.

-If he cooks for you, you had better have a good spice tolerance or tell him to tone down the heat, because he likes his food HOT-

-He isn’t one to be cuddled, or at least I can’t imagine him wanting to be cuddled all that much. He prefers being the big spoon 9/10 times.

-Like I mentioned, he runs warm, so I can’t imagine you need that many blankets if you’ve got him holding you. He’s like a heated blanket.

-He’s not a big bulky guy, he isn’t like some of the fanart of Ghost who has biceps as big as your thighs, he’s more lean muscle, but he’s still quite strong. He’s not lumpy at least lol

-I can see him biting simply out of affection (and definitely not projecting here-). Not even hard, just like how cats do sometimes when they want attention.

Soap- 🧼

-He’s very touchy, just with people in general, not even just you. Maybe not rookies, but people he likes, absolutely.

-Patting Gaz or Ghost on the back or shoulder, giving you a side hug, or a full hug if you want, high fiving Price, stuff like that

-Sleeps like a star fish, all over the bed, OR he’s being your weighted blanket. Then you both get to feel like you’re being cuddled.

-He doesn’t run as warm as Naga, but he’s pretty comfortable. Also a little more plush than Naga, not quite chubby but not as lean as Naga

-Soap can’t cook for shit, but he still shows how he loves you other ways. He’s a snuggler, and oh my god the nicknames don’t stop-

-I feel like he actually takes pretty good care of his skin. No 15-in-one for him lol

Ghost- 💀

-Total opposite of Soap in terms of the skincare… usually. If he feels particularly gross after a long mission where he couldn’t shower for days, he’s stealing some of Soap’s stuff

-He is more of a texture eater, like I am. He’s a big fan of buttered noodles, and puffed rice cakes (I love both ngl, also projecting-)

-He prefers being cuddled once he gets used to the affection, but he doesn’t mind cuddling you from time to time as well. Let’s face it, he’s been through shit, he likes being cared for.

-He’s wary of physical affection at the start, he’s more of a gifting guy or an acts of service kind of guy. I feel like he makes absolutely AMAZING bread. Plus he gets the catharsis of SLAMMING the bread on the counter like someone people do- it’s very entertaining to watch.

-If you’re cuddling him, he likes his head on your chest. He likes feeling that you’re alive, your heartbeat in his ear, and lord knows you aren’t going anywhere, not if he has anything to say about it.

Roach- 🪳

-Kind of selective mute? Can talk when needed, like responding to orders or giving information over the radio, but he honestly prefers not to talk most of the time.

-VERY animated sign language, especially if he’s excited by the topic.

-Loves listening to you talk too. He’s always got an ear for you, even if it’s just what you did that day, or the way you hate how the pants you’re wearing fit and that you need to get more comfortable ones.

-Loves bugs, honestly. He keeps a journal, since he tends to space out and forget what he did in a day, and it helps him remember what duties he’s done. He doodles bugs on the pages and has bug stickers.

-Cute little tan lines on his face from his goggles that he wears almost everywhere

-It’s a double sided cuddle, you’re both just kinda tangled in one another, and it honestly takes a minute to untangle when you ultimately have to get up.

-He hoards snacks around base, just little caches. They’re in the weirdest places too, places where only he’d think to look. Of course, you’re special, and he tells you where they are… if you can actually get to them, that is.

-He’s also a texture eater. He loves gummies, especially the peelable gummies, cuz there’s an extra little task to keep him occupied. He likes the peach ones the best.

-Also those chocolate wafer roll things? Idk what they’re called, but he loves those.

-He loves to draw on his hands, and yours if you don’t mind it. Of course, it’s usually bugs, or stars, or other little stuff. If you have specific hyperfixations, he’s happy to doodle them on your arms and hands, especially seeing how happy it makes you.

König- 🇦🇹

-BIG BOY <333

-He’s not really as squishy as most people make him out to be, he can and will yell at someone if he has to, he’s a colonel

-But he has his preferences, his ways of remaining comfortable. For one thing, he’s not going to be in charge of tours or getting to know rookies, unless he chooses to. He needs the time to mentally prepare the energy for it.

-He prefers to body-double with you more than be super chatty, especially if he’s had a bad anxiety day. He likes the company, it’s a little hard to make friends if just talking to people makes his hands clammy.

-He’s happy to listen if you like to talk a lot. He tends to zone out when he’s listening too, so you can be yapping and he’s just staring like 👁️👁️ lol. He doesn’t mean to, it just kinda happens. Also he likes to admire you so sometimes it is intentional.

-He struggles to sleep most of the time, simply because his brain doesn’t really slow down, and a lot of it is overthinking. But once you show up and give him proper cuddles and get all the stress-static in his brain to stop? He sleeps hard, and he’s crushing you into the bed-

-He likes holding your hand a lot. Stroking your knuckles, playing with your fingers, he likes it.

-UGLY laugh… he got his nose broken years ago and so now he has the ugliest snort laugh ever, it’s honestly adorable though. If you actually make him laugh, he can’t fucking stop because the snorting is just so funny, even with his insecurities.

Horangi- 🐅

-Sharper teeth than a normal person. Tiger teefs :3

-Loves raw seafood. He’s literally drooling in seafood or sushi restaurants. Raw tuna is his favorite.

-Yk how people have invisible stripes/skin patterns? (This is real, I’m not joking, it’s called Blaschko’s Lines) His are visible, and look like tiger stripes.

-He likes to be the cuddler, you’re getting spooned whether you like it or not! Although he doesn’t mind being cuddled occasionally. He likes when you lay on him, like a weighted blanket.

-He isn’t a picky eater at ALL, and he likes to order something new whenever you go out to eat. He won’t force it on you, he gets that not everyone likes everything. If you’re a nuggets only kind of person, he won’t complain, but he may give you gentle nudges towards something healthier or something that isn’t just… nuggets-

-Heterochromia, one eye blue and one eye green, both are fairly dark in terms of shade though.

-FULL ARM SLEEVE TATTOOS. I will die on this hill, tattoos are hot 😭

Nikto- 🇷🇺

-His love language is… low-key stalkerish-

-He kinda just lurks, observing you, taking note of what you like, to start with. If you tell him to knock it off, he will, but he’s still hyper aware of your interests.

-He’s also cautious about letting you cuddle him. He’s honestly not a huge fan of physical touch, and he’ll tolerate it for your sake but he isn’t really going to go out of his way for it.

-if he feels safe enough to remove his mask, then consider yourself very lucky. He HATES his scars, on bad days he has trouble even looking in mirrors

-If he’s having one of his flashbacks or he’s dissociating, it’s better not to touch him. Just stay nearby to make sure he’s okay once he comes back to reality, but don’t try to snap him out of it. He may hurt you without meaning to if it’s a flashback or if he’s not fronting and someone who isn’t so gentle is, and he really doesn’t want that. If that does happen, he’ll be hesitant to even touch you for a while, but he doesn’t blame you.

-The most physical touch he’ll seek out is to hold your hand or put a hand on you to reassure himself at night that you’re still there.

-He likes to just lurk, observing you, if you don’t mind him just kinda creeping in the doorway. If you create things, either drawings or trinkets, and give him something, he nods silently and accepts it, and keeps it very well taken care of. A rookie stole a keychain you gave him in an attempt to look good, and nearly met god when Nikto figured out who took it.

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There, the sillies! I really just wrote for my favorites, because I’m gonna be totally honest, I don’t really get to know characters I don’t hyperfixate on- that’s just how my brain works, I do not control the brainrot- kinda tempted to write for horangi now—

[cillian-gets-me-wetter]

thinking of you - kiss it better (part 1)

summary: after the end of her tour across the united states for her second album, erika decides to stop by and visit her favorite person before she has to inevitably go back home.

warnings: smut (18+ only!), angst, mentions of drugs and drug use, emotional + verbal abuse (tw!), mention of blood (tw!), brief instance of dv (tw!), cheating, friends to lovers, blackmail, revenge porn

disclaimer: i do not own people or teams mentioned in this story besides the original character(s). this is strictly for fictional purposes only. there are mature topics discussed throughout this series so i strongly advise to please read at your own discretion.

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italics - flashbacks

divider: @kodaswrld

word count: 3,702

erika entered the cvg terminal, wearily dragging her suitcase through the lively airport. the tour for her second album, short n' sweet, was a huge success, having many sold-out shows across the u.s. performing live every night and the fans' support gratified her but at the end of every show, she was alone with a gnawing emptiness inside. she couldn’t help but ache for some form of familiarity, to be somewhere that felt like home. after getting her bags from baggage claim, she ordered an uber to hotel covington. while she was waiting for her ride outside, she longed to feel joe’s body heat pressed against her, his enticing hands feeling every inch of her body.

they hadn't seen each other in months since paris fashion week. there, they snuck around whenever they could, going out to dinner by themselves or he’d end up sleeping in her hotel room. she recognized the moral dilemma in their situation. she knew cheating was wrong but joe made her feel wanted and satisfied like no man ever had. their connection made her feel alive. the car didn’t take too long to arrive, putting her belongings in the trunk, getting inside shortly afterwards. erika looked out the window at the passing city streets of cincinnati; she was stuck in her own head. she had spoken to her boyfriend, nicholas, only a couple of times since leaving to start her tour.

the couple had met at an audition one day, hitting it off pretty well. soon after, they matched on tinder and continued talking. they went on several dates before nicholas officially asked her to be his girlfriend. their relationship began with a magnetic attraction. it was rushed. they quickly found an apartment and started living together within a few months of dating. around the same time that erika started hooking up with joe, his behavior made her question everything she thought she knew about him and his character.

october 2023

erika stood in front of the mirror, taking the time to admire her outfit once more before she and nick were about to leave to go out. she wore a midi polka dot brown dress, leaving her hair down but styled it in lustrous curls. she was reapplying and touching up her lip gloss when he walked into the room, his eyes bored into her back with disdain and disgust before she turned to look at him, beaming with excitement. “hey, babe! are you ready to go?”

her smile dropped slightly when she saw the frown and disapproving look on his face. “is something wrong?” he sneered, “you’re seriously going out like this?” she blinked, taken aback by his reaction. “oh. i thought you would like this dress.” he rolled his eyes, replying in a curt tone. “well, i don’t. it’s ugly, who are you trying to impress, huh?” she tried to defend herself, not wanting him to think otherwise. “nobody, i just-” he quickly cut her before she got the chance to finish, “you know what? i don’t fucking care. go change or i’m leaving without you.”

she nodded and turned her back to him, walking back down the hall to their bedroom as tears formed in her eyes. her confidence and excitement for the night ahead squashed down like a defenseless bug.

july 2024

erika stirred in her sleep when she heard faint gasps, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, trying to register her surroundings. she turned to face nicholas when she saw blood dripping from his nostrils and the sound of him choking on it. her eyes widened in horror at the sight, unsure of what to do but shook him in hopes that he’d wake up. she whispered, her trembling hands shook his shoulders, “baby, wake up.” after a minute of trying to wake him up, he jolted awake with a gasp, startling erika and attempting to regain control of his breathing.

her hand waringly rested on his back to not startle him more but nudged her touch away with his shoulder, wiping the blood off his nostrils and face with the back of his hand. she flinched when he pushed her touch away but didn’t want to press it. “are you okay? Why is your nose bleeding?” he doesn’t look at her while he gets out of bed to clean himself up. “it’s allergies, don’t worry about it. go back to sleep.” he made his way to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. erika got out of bed, lightly knocking on the door to not aggravate him. she spoke to him through the door with the sound of the sink running. “babe? are you sure you’re okay?” she heard him let out an exasperated, annoyed sigh before speaking, “i’m fine, erika. just go back to fucking sleep.”

her heart ached at the tone of his voice. she felt like all she did was annoy him. she moved away from the door and lied back down in bed, a gnawing feeling in her gut that something wasn’t right about his so-called “allergies”. he never had that happen throughout their time dating but didn’t want to bring it up since she didn’t want to argue with him.

a couple of weeks before she left, their fights escalated. she had recurring thoughts about one night in particular that was on her mind.

september 2024

the door slammed shut after erika and nicholas got home from dinner with a few of her costars from outer banks. she thought the night was going well until the drive home from the restaurant. erika examined nicholas with care. she saw the tension in his muscles when he walked past her. he met her gaze, rolling his eyes and seething in anger, “i can’t fucking believe you.” her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his outburst. "what are you talking about?" he scoffed, her confusion only frustrating him more. “don’t play dumb, erika. why were you flirting with him?”

she shook her head. “who? drew? i wasn’t flirting with him; i thought we all had a good night, babe.” she tried to place her hand on his arm to calm him, but he jerked away from her touch with aggression. his eyes narrowed in her direction, his jaw clenched, growing angrier because of her answer. “that is such fucking bullshit. i saw the way you were eye-fucking him the whole time; do you think i’m stupid?” she tried to explain herself to him, standing a few feet away while she watched him pace the room. “nick, please, it wasn’t like that. just listen to-”

he cut her off with a sudden shout. “shut the fuck up already!” he grabbed the vase filled with wildflowers off the dining room table and threw it at her head. erika gasped and cowered instinctively, her arms moving to shield her face. the shattering glass and spilling water echoed through the room and in her ears. he stormed past her, crunching broken glass underfoot. he entered their shared bedroom and slammed the door behind him. she uncovered her face, seeing the damage this small fight caused.

dirt and water were splattered near her heels. the bouquet of flowers lay in disarray on the hardwood floor. erika looked at her forearms and saw small, bleeding cuts from the shards of glass when he threw the vase at her. while she cleaned up the mess with trembling hands, she couldn’t help but think that joe wouldn’t treat her this way. he never raised his voice or berated her; he was always patient and gentle with her. something that nicholas no longer knew how to be.

she walked on eggshells around him, a sense of dread made chills run down her spine at the idea of returning to los angeles. she was terrified he would find out the truth, that he had driven her into the arms of her best friend.

after arriving at the hotel and checking into her suite, erika went inside. she unpacked a change of clothes and decided to take a shower to freshen up and clear her head. the water cascaded down her face and body, steam fogging up the mirror. she wondered how joe would react to her unexpected arrival. she knew he was struggling this season. he was working hard to win after a recent loss to the ravens. but the media's scrutiny after each game was not helping. their focus on the team's poor record overshadowed his high stats as a quarterback.

she wanted nothing more than to be there and support him through this rough patch. but erika also knew the risks if people found out about the true nature of their relationship. not only did she have nicholas’s reaction to worry about, but the general public and the media would have a field day, already imagining the tiktok gossip videos and news articles being made and written about them. she got out of the shower, changing into shorts and an oversized lsu shirt that joe had given her. then, she plopped down onto the king-sized bed. she scrolled through her phone and landed on his contact, deciding to call and let him know she was in town.

erika clicked on the call button, hoping he would answer when she heard the dial tone. after the third ring, he picked up, “hey, bunny. what’s up?” her lips curled into a smile after he answered. god, she missed him. “nothing much, baby. i miss you.” he let out a soft chuckle, setting his bag down in the passenger seat and getting in the car. “i miss you too, princess.” she got up from the bed, walking around the room as she held the phone close to her ear. “you just got out of practice? how did it go?” he sighed and nodded with a gentle motion, even though she couldn’t see it. “yeah, i finished up a bit ago, it was okay. how was your last show?”

she ran her manicured fingers through her damp hair, exhaling a deep breath. “it was good... a lot of fun and emotional, as per usual. i’m just tired now.” a faint smile formed on his face when he heard her speak about her time on tour. he missed her so much. “i bet, baby... you need to rest. are you heading back home?” her teeth tugged at her bottom lip gently, her stomach was in knots while she thought about how to approach this conversation. what if he didn’t want to see her? "well... not exactly. i ended up taking a detour.” his eyes narrowed in confusion, wondering what she meant by “a detour.” where could she have gone? “a detour? where did you go?”

she sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. “i’m in cincy, actually.” he laughed, believing that what she said was a joke. “bullshit.. no, you’re not.” when he didn’t hear her laugh along with him, his eyes widened as he processed her words and allowed them to sink in. his girl was actually here to see him. he started fiddling with his keys right away, trying to start the car so he could go see her. “what hotel?” she giggled, hearing the faint jingle of his keys in the background. "covington. room 243.” a sense of relief washed over her that he was looking forward to seeing her again, all she wanted was to be in his arms. he nodded, putting the key into the ignition and starting the car. “will be there in 10, stay put.” 

joe abruptly ended the call, tossing his phone on top of his bag in the passenger seat and started driving over to the hotel from the stadium. his heart pounded in his chest at the thought of being able to be near her and touch her again. erika set her phone down on the bed, lying down and staring up at the ceiling. she was looking forward to seeing him but the weight of her relationship troubles with nicholas was heavy on her mind, having the tendency to get anxious whenever joe was on the way to see her. she took in a deep breath and exhaled, feeling her nerves begin to settle down.

she didn’t realize how much time passed until she heard a knock on her hotel room door. she got off the bed, walking over before answering it. all her doubts and overthinking went away once she saw him, moving out of the way to let him in. as soon as he closed the door, she wrapped her arms around his neck, capturing his lips in an impassioned kiss. he deepened it, his hands wandering to the small of her back, pulling her body closer to his. he couldn’t get her out of his head for months and now that she’s finally here, he didn’t want to fathom letting go.

when they broke apart, erika looked up at him, meeting gaze, his icy sapphire orbs boring into hers. her eyes were chestnut with golden flicks. he looked at her like she hung the moon and stars. joe smiled softly, breaking their comfortable silence. “hi, bunny.” his fingers grazed her face lightly, moving her hair out of the way and tucking the strands behind her ear. she smiled back, looking at him with a depth of love and adoration that she had felt for him since they were in college. “hi, joey.” she buried her face in the crook of his neck, the scent of his cologne wafted into her nose, wrapping her arms around him, wanting to savor how close he was as much as she could. she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. “god, i fucking missed you.”

joe accepted her embrace, her smaller stature fitting perfectly against his muscular and athletic frame. he nuzzled his nose in her hair, smelling the fragrance of her vanilla and toffee shampoo. “i missed you too, baby. i couldn’t get you out of my head.” she moved her face away from his neck, looking up at him once more. she leaned in, their noses touching before kissing him again. he gasped, his tongue nudging at her bottom lip as if he was asking permission to enter. she parted her lips slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue in her mouth. she moaned softly, letting him take control like she always did whenever they were together like this. her fingers landed on the hem of his shirt, helping him take it off and tossing it on the floor carelessly. he guided her back onto bed without breaking the kiss.

joe’s hands slipped underneath her shirt, caressing her body leading up to her breasts, groping and fondling the pillowy mounds. erika pulled away from his lips and let out a soft moan, her hands running over his chest, allowing herself to enjoy the feeling of his touch after months of not being around him. she parted her legs invitingly for him to settle in between them more comfortably and wrapped them around his waist. she whispered to him, her nails grazing his skin lightly. “i need you so bad, baby. help me forget, please.” he nodded, helping take off her shirt and tossing it on the floor too. “i got you, bunny. always.”

the cold air from the room hit her nipples, making them perk up while joe looked down at erika in awe. he always thought she was the most beautiful girl he has ever seen in his life. but seeing her this vulnerable just for him was something he could never get over. he groaned lowly, leaning down and his tongue flicked over her left nipple, suckling it in his mouth. a breathy whine came out of her mouth at the feeling of his teeth grazing her skin. her fingers threaded in his hair, watching him through hooded eyes while his mouth worshipped her other breast. her hips diluted against his clothed groin, his hands moving down to the hem over her shorts.

he released her right nipple out of his mouth while he pulled down her shorts and panties, tossing them to the side, getting a good look of her wet arousal glistening before him. joe was beginning to kneel down to eat her out, erika stopped him, her hands on his broad shoulders. “no, wait!” joe looked up at her with concern, hoping he didn’t make her uncomfortable. “what’s wrong, baby?” she shook her head, a shy smile forming across her face. the way joe looked at her and was always considerate of her feelings made her feel desired and loved. “nothing’s wrong. i just really need you to fuck me, i can’t wait anymore.”

without another word, joe flipped her over onto her hands and knees on the bed like she weighed nothing. a delighted squeal comes from erika, bending over and arching her back, her round ass facing up obediently for him. he pulled down his sweats and boxers, kicking them off from his ankles. his throbbing, erect cock springing free for full view, slapping against his toned stomach and pre-cum leaking from the tip. he moved closer, adjusting her hips towards his groin. joe rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her slick folds, chills shuddering down their spines at the feeling. he sharply hisses while he finally slips inside her. erika’s breath hitched before exhaling a breathy moan, stretched and filled to the brim with every inch of his dick.

she rocks back, pushing her ass against him. joe’s fingers dig into the plush flesh of her hips, thrusting inside of her deeper. erika whimpered, “fuck, that feels so good..” she buried her face in the sheets to cover up her noises as joe’s cock pounds deep into her pussy. his breath shuddered, angling his thrusts deeper within. “yeah? is my dick making you feel good, baby?” the warmth of erika’s wet cunt enveloping around his girth made him grunt, his hands moving away from her hips.

she nodded and whined into the pillow, moving her hips to match his movements. his right hand wrapped through her silky, long black hair, pulling her hair so that he could hear her moans. she mewled at the slight sting of pain from him pulling her hair but it added the right amount of pleasure in that moment. erika looked up at him through hooded eyes, her hands pulling him down by the nape of his neck to face her, capturing her lips in a teeth, tongue clashing kiss. joe kissed her back, his free hand grabbing at her breasts, pinching her nipples.

erika broke away from the kiss, whispering against his lips. “i love you.” joe pecked her lips briefly, whispering back in response. “i love you too.” he let go of her hair, she laid back down on the bed, his hands gripping on her hips again as he continued fucking her. her eyes rolled back, needy and incoherent cries were muffled in the pillow, digging her nails in the sheets. the sound of skin slapping against skin, her moans and his grunts filled the room. her pussy clenched around his length, indicating to him that she was close to cumming. he pants heavily, feeling that he was close too, moving one hand off her hip and reaching down to rub her clit.

she let out a choked sob, the coil in her stomach on the brink of snapping when joe was rubbing her clit. he bent down over her body, his breath in her ear. “cum for me, baby. milk my cock dry.” his words and his teeth nibbling on her earlobe brought her over the edge, she exclaimed a high-pitched gasp, her legs quivering underneath him and cumming on his cock. the feeling of her pussy squeezing around his dick and the sounds she made and whimpers brought him to his climax, letting out a curse under his breath as he growled, cumming deep inside of her cunt. the impact of her orgasm, the weight of her emotions surrounding her relationship with joe and her problems with nick came crashing down over erika like a typhoon.

her heaving pants turned into crying, curling herself into a ball when joe slipped out from inside of her. his face dropped, concerned at the sudden change of emotion, hoping he didn’t hurt her. he stroked her hair lightly down to her back, not wanting to upset her further. joe asked her gently, “hey, what’s wrong? did i hurt you?” erika shook her head, sniffling while she tried to regain control of her breathing. he moved her damp, sweaty hair from her face, wiping her tears away with his thumbs before laying her head on his chest and wrapping his arms around her petite frame. she melted in his arms, finally feeling at peace again.

she took in a few deep breaths before moving her head off his chest to face him. “i’m sorry, joey. i didn’t mean to scare you like that.” he shrugged as if it was the most casual thing in the world. “it’s okay, baby. i was just hoping i didn’t hurt you.” she gave him a small smile, her fingers trailing down his chest. “you didn’t hurt me. i just have a lot on my mind, that’s all.” he nodded, understanding that feeling. “i understand. well, if you want to talk about it, i’m here whenever you’re ready. just rest for now.” she kissed him softly, his reassuring words put her at ease. “thank you, i’m really glad i came here.” he smiled, looking down at her. “i’m glad you did too, erika.” she snuggled against him, closing her eyes before falling asleep in his arms.

while erika knew she’d have to tell joe the extent of her issues with nick eventually, she wanted to enjoy this moment with him, wanting to enjoy the feeling of being back in his arms before she had to face reality again. as much as she wanted to, she knew she couldn’t live in this fairytale fantasy forever.

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i was wondering, what is faenil’s relationship with religion? do they hate the gods for making them the dragonborn, or maybe they never cared about that stuff at all? did they dabble in making deals with the daedra?

You've unlocked a topic I'm very passionate about LOL I wanted to ponder on this one for a bit but I finally got around to answering, yay!

To start off, I'm linking a song here from Faenil's playlist that I think sums it up well. After all, the story of the dragonborn to me has always been about ascending to god status. Being something so big all in one single mortal body, that the rest of the gods are fighting over it. A soul sent by the god of time all the way to the afterlife to kill the end of the world. In Faenil's case, this soul is so bitter, so angry and so very very hurt, and they will do all of this while rubbing a big nasty middle finger in Akatosh's face.

I'm putting the rest of this text under a cut - TW: i explore religious trauma here and mention suicidal tendencies briefly...

I am really fond of the idea that the chosen one, the hero, is reluctant or almost unwilling to play their part. I mean, Faenil is straight up UNQUALIFIED to be the dragonborn. Yes, they are skilled, they are powerful, they are resilient, and they get shit done, but they are definitely not a hero, and they're just one mental breakdown away from letting the whole world end. And like, they know they're unqualified, and they are so very confused by it all. Well, someone has to do it, but why them specifically? And while they might use this hero title to get away with some questionable things every now and then, they kind of hate that they can do that. After all, Faenil has always believed that you get your way through hard work and planning, so the dragonborn stuff just feels... almost like some sick joke from the gods.

I can't imagine Faenil was ever religious or cared about following any gods at all, and as a skilled conjurer they know how dangerous the daedra are so they don't dabble with that sort of worship either. But since in the Elder Scrolls universe deities are very much real, they're obviously kind of unavoidable. I'm sure Faenil had their fair share of visits to the church with their father, and I'm sure he liked Auri-El a whole lot and had this facade of a good holy man that only Faenil could see through. And I'm sure Faenil must feel quite weird when they get to Skyrim almost a hundred years later to find out that all those mind-numbingly boring sermons their father forced them to go through as a kid applied to them more than they realized.

No, Faenil doesn't like the divines, not only because they're the annoying facts and logic type science person lol, but because they genuinely believe the gods are so cruel. They know that they're just a playing piece in the divine interdimensional time travel chess board, and they absolutely hate it from the bottom of their rotten heart. And why should you even waste your breath praying to something that doesn't give a single flying fuck about you? They will maybe sarcastically gasp Auri-El's name during some humorous situation, but that's as deep as it goes. No, as far as Faenil is concerned, they're a god themself, unworthy of any worship, but welcoming of it nonetheless.

I always say that Faenil was supposed to die a long time ago, but they're just really, really good at surviving. Like, they thought that they were going to die many times, and yet, they just never do, because the gods have all these mysterious plans for them. Every time they come to peace with the fact that this was it, the end is here and they had a good run but now it's time to rest - it just... never happens. They never get to rest. And Faenil has never really been actively suicidal or anything, they're stupid destructive but very good at carrying on and surviving against all the odds. Like it's gone to the point that it's almost funny even, that they always get blown and torn apart, and they just continuously pick their parts up and stitch it all back together and keep on going. But it's a pretty gruesome existence, to have it happen to you over and over again - to have someone do that to your body, and still having the strength and pure determination to pick yourself up over and over again like it's nothing and screaming fuck you at the world and saying that your body is YOURS and that you are indestructible as long as you choose to be. And at that point, you might as well be divine.

Well, it's beautiful, and it's sad, and I hope there's something for everyone to take away from that.

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Sonnet of the Lone Cardinal, Ch. 2

A/N: HEAVY TW FOR PREGNANCY AND TALK OF CHOICES. I understand this is a sensitive topic for some. Feel free to skip over this chapter; I will completely understand.

Rating: M - soft E Word count: 3.7k Pairing: Ascended Astarion/Fem!Tav Warnings: pregnancy, discussion of pregnancy termination, mention of prior sexual acts, emetophobia tw, angst, loss of consciousness, druids are connected with nature and shit, stalking behavior

Summary: Astarion's visit wasn't a one-off event. He and Tav have continued to meet nightly over the last few months, Tav all but losing track of time. It isn't until she ends up at the home of a certain druid that time catches up to her. She's now charged with a difficult choice, all while under the never-ending watch of her clandestine lover.

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It's a day of rest for the citizens of Baldur's Gate, and the market is restless. Errands that have been pushed off for the last tenday all beg the same level of attention as shoppers flit from one store to another. Children laugh in the streets as they run past, mothers hopelessly screaming their names in an attempt to track them down.

Tav peruses the wares of various street vendors and shopkeepers. Her bag is already full, though she makes a quick argument with herself that she could absolutely use a new scarf. Mindlessly, she scratches the side of her neck while browsing the collection of woolen scarves at an upscale boutique. A sting of pain shoots down her neck, an unpleasant reminder of the discolored welt she had sucked into her flesh a couple nights ago.

The visits have continued since that first night. Astarion never gives much warning as to when or if he will return. It’s always the same modus operandi - he shows up unannounced, they spat, they have sex, and he's gone come morning. Tav rubs over the sore spot on her neck again, wincing as she recalls the evening's events.

Astarion was particularly rough that night. She could tell something else must have been preoccupying his thoughts as he didn't care much for their usual banter. No, he very quickly got straight to work, his fingers sinking into her cunt as he sucked the mark deep into her throat. Feeling a blush rising to her cheeks, Tav shakes her head in an attempt to rid her mind of the memory. At least until she's no longer in public.

Gazing across the store, Tav settles on a particular scarf. It's a light-gray color with various types of flowers embroidered throughout. Bringing it to the shop owner, they make light conversation regarding the detailing of the scarf as Tav expresses her desire to buy it. Tav pays the fee, stepping over to the shop’s mirror to place it around her neck. She gasps as she narrows in on the bruised skin of her neck, seeming to be worse now than earlier this morning. Heat rises to her cheeks once again as she winds the scarf around the column of her neck, paying extra care to position the fabric over her secret.

Waving to the shopkeeper, Tav exits the boutique and heads toward her next destination - the butcher's. Her freezebox is running empty, and there's only so much more vegetable soup she can eat before tiring of it. 

Truth be told, however, her appetite has shifted dramatically in the last few weeks. Even Astarion has commented after she nearly upchucked all over his loafers. He's agreed to go lighter on the cologne going forward, and thank the Gods he's obliged. Tav vaguely wonders if she's fighting off some type of illness, though it's been much too long for a simple stomach bug.

She's reminded just how tender her breasts have become as well, yelping aloud as she collides into the back of another shopper out in the street. “I'm so sorry!” Tav says quickly, ducking out of view before the victim can get a good look at her. She winces at the soreness of her bosom as she adjusts her bodice, dipping into her favorite butcher shop.

“Ah, Tav!” greets the butcher, warm and welcoming. A halfling, his amber eyes finding her as his lips pull into a smile. “Haven't seen your face a good while,” he comments. “I was startin’a wonder if you'd run off on yet another adventure.”

Tav chuckles and gives a nod. “Good to see you, Gideon. I'm still here!” The scent of meat is oddly strong today. Tav feels her stomach beginning to twist and turn as she surveys the various cuts of meat and fish laid out on the ice of the display cases.

They exchange pleasantries; Gideon shares quick stories about his family, Tav telling him more about her adventures to stop the Absolute. Disappearing into the back of the store, Gideon yells out, “Were ya interested in tryin’ some sausages, Tav?” Before she can reply, Gideon reappears holding a tub of meat trimmings.

Her nostrils are assaulted by the smell. Her stomach is lurching at this point, ready to spill freely up her throat and onto this poor man's pristine wooden floor. “I-Is it a new recipe?” Tav asks, feigning interest. She places a clenched fist over her mouth as she belches.

“No, not a new one,” he explains. Tav watches as he slips a sausage casing onto the spout of the meat grinder. “Improved!” Gideon grabs a handful of trimmings and places them into the funnel atop the grinder. Holding the casing in place, he begins to twist the crank with the opposite hand, machinery grinding the trimmings into mince.

Tav registers the sound of Gideon’s voice in her ears, though none of the words make it across her brain. She's transfixed on the way the meat mince fills the casing. Saliva pools thick on her tongue as a wave of sickness strikes her. The grinding of the meat has intensified the smell; it's not a particularly bad smell. In fact, it smells rather pleasant. But it's a smell; a strong smell, nonetheless, and strong smells are not something she can handle, as of late.

“Tav? Tav!”

She snaps from her daydream as Gideon's voice cuts through her mind. “Oh,” she says, “I'm so sorry. My mind was elsewhere, Gideon. Forgive me.” Tav’s eyes follow Gideon's hands as he gathers more meat trimmings to place within the funnel.

“That's totally fine, dearie! I was just goin’a tell you-”

Gideon cranks the handle again, grinding more meat into the casing. The accompanying smell overwhelms her nose again, and suddenly she's retching, violently, onto the pristine floorboards below - exactly what she didn't want to do.

After some time she's dry heaving, having emptied the full contents of her stomach. Tav then sinks to her knees, vaguely hearing Gideon scream from behind the counter. Her ears are filled with little else but the rapid beating of her own heart. As her chest heaves from the power of her emesis, Tav’s vision narrows a single tunnel. She falls gently onto her side, the touch of Gideon’s hands holding her head the last thing she remembers before slipping away into unconsciousness.

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The ceiling is unfamiliar.

Tav snaps awake, rising curtly from the bed she lay on, certainly not her own. Immediately she's met with the soothing, pleasant scent of patchouli incense. And sage, lots and lots of sage.

“Ah, you've finally awoken,” a gruff yet feminine voice speaks from the far side of the room.

With a swivel of her head, Tav meets the hazel eyes belonging to this mysterious being. Wild blonde hair is woven into locks, adorned with beaded jewelry. Sun-kissed skin wrinkled by the passing of time, alluding to the beauty she beheld in her youth.

 “Jaheira?” Tav asks in confusion. “How did I…?”

“You passed out in the market, little cub,” she explains. Jaheira comes to sit on the edge of the bed, a laugh escaping her. “Boy, you gave that poor shopkeeper a fright. I happened to be not far from where you were when I heard the commotion.”

Running a hand through her hair, Tav recoils after touching a particularly sore spot on the side of her scalp, face pulling into a scowl. “Did you bring me back here?” Tav asks.

With a quick laugh, Jaheira says, “With some help, yes.” She gives a quick nod to Tav. “Don't worry, we maintained your dignity.”

The episode at the butcher's begins to replay in her mind. “Oh, Gods, Gideon!” Tav exclaims, holding her head in her hands. “I ruined his beautiful floors!”

“He seemed more worried about you, little one,” says Jaheira. Quirking a brow as she tilts her head, Jaheira asks, “Who is this man to you? He's not exactly your type.”

Disbelief settling across her face, Tav yells defensively, “Jaheira! He's my butcher!” She winces as another bolt of pain shoots down the side of her skull.

“Ah, go easy,” coos Jaheira, hands coming up in a calming gesture. “I only tease.”

With a sigh, Tav pulls the covers off herself and moves to sit up. She rubs the back of her neck, stretching it side to side. A gentle “pop” is heard once she flexes her neck to the left, shaking out her shoulders before standing.

Looking down, Tav realizes she's naked. Embarrassed, she quickly grabs the duvet from the bed and wraps it around her body. “Why am I-”

“You hit your head on the way down,” Jaheira explains. “I had to check if there were any other injuries.” Seeing Tav’s pained expression, Jaheira adds, “No need to worry, there are none. I've also treated you with balms and oils to ward off a concussion.”

Nodding her head toward Jaheira, Tav scans the room until she finds her clothing in a neat pile on the dresser. She walks over to retrieve her garments, dropping the blanket onto the floor to begin stepping into her trousers.

Tav catches Jaheira's gaze in her periphery. Jaheira is studying her intently, looking curiously at the bruise on her neck. Her vision dips lower to the swell of Tav’s breasts, and further still to the unusual softness of her lower belly. Tav dresses hurriedly, feeling uneasy under Jaheira's watchful stare. She secures the embroidered scarf around her neck before searching for her boots.

“Forgive me for prying,” Jaheira says, cutting through the uneasy silence that has befallen the room. “I couldn't help but notice the mark on your neck.” Lips pulling into a smirk, Jaheira asks, “That isn't a gift from the butcher boy, is it?”

With a laugh, Tav bends down to pick up her boots that rest in the corner of the room. “Oh, most certainly not,” comes her answer. Sliding her feet into her boots with a huff, Tav says, “No, this is from…” Her voice drifts off as she thinks of Astarion. How to describe their situation? The question baffles her. “An old flame,” she settles.

“Ah, so you know this boy?” Jaheira inquiries while raising a brow.

Having tied the laces of her boots, Tav returns to the bed. “For some time, actually,” she explains, taking a seat. “We're… trying to rekindle what once was, I think.” An uneasy discomfort spreads throughout her chest.

Jaheira lifts a hand to Tav’s chin, gently turning her head to the side, exposing the marred flesh of her neck from under the scarf. “Is he handsome?” Jaheira asks jovially, her eyes roaming the young woman’s skin.

With a gentle laugh, Tav replies, “Quite.” Her eyes track the older woman's face, holding her chin steady within Jaheira's grasp.

“And how long have you been rekindling what once was, hmm?”

Furrowing her brow, Tav slowly turns her head, fully facing Jaheira. “I beg your pardon?” Tav asks, befuddled. “That's a rather personal question, don't you think?”

A heavy sigh escapes from the druid’s chest as she closes her eyes. Reopening them, Jaheira asks, “When was the last time you bled, little cub?” The hand that was on Tav’s chin now reaches up to tuck hair behind an ear.

Rage swells within Tav at the emboldened line of questioning. Before a response could form on her tongue, realization washes over her. “I-” she stammers, “I could have sworn it was a few weeks ago, but…” 

It has indeed been quite some time. Months, in fact. She's been so preoccupied by Astarion's return into her life, the new dynamic they have formed, working on settling back into how things once were… 

Tav simply… forgot. Forgot to keep track.

“Oh, Gods,” Tav exclaims, voice cracking as anxiety begins to take root. “Do you think… I could be…?”

“I have reason to believe,” comes Jaheira’s graceful response, compassion evident across her features. “It would only take a few moments to confirm, if you wish.”

Averting Jaheira's watchful gaze, Tav nods her head. Jaheira motions for Tav to lay down atop the bed, Tav hesitantly complying. A strong sense of despair settles over her as she rests against the pillow. Does she even want to know? Probably, as that would be the more responsible thing to do.

Right?

“Close your eyes and relax,” Jaheira says calmly, hands hovering over Tav’s abdomen. A faint green glow emanates from the palms of Jaheira's hands, and she hums softly. Tav closes her eyes and breathes in a cleansing breath, releasing as much tension on exhale as she can.

The room is silent for a few moments, until Jaheira suddenly jerks back. “By Silvanus,” she gasps, mouth falling agape. Eyes wide as she stares into Tav, who is now sitting upright on the bed.

“What is it?” Tav asks, panicked. “Am I..?”

Jaheira's face twists and contorts before finally settling on bewilderment. “You… are,” she confirms, hushed. Tentatively, she questions, “You… refused your father, did you not?”

Bhaal, her accursed paternity. The source of murderous rage and never-ending blood lust that once threatened to consume her. Something she and Astarion bonded over deeply, back then.

“I did,” Tav answers. “Why do you ask?” She studies Jaheira as the older woman falls silent, lips pressing into a thin line. “Jaheira, what is wrong? Tell me!” she demands.

The druid casts her eyes down at the floor. “The child… is unnatural,” Jaheira gasps, sucking in a large breath. “The aura… It goes against every law of nature.” Disbelief sours her expression further as she shakes her head. “It is an abomination.”

Unnatural. Abomination. Jaheira's words repeat in her mind. Tav's breath hitches as truth sinks in, her vision narrowing.

She is with child. An undead child.

Astarion's child.

“No,” Tav cries, “no, you have to be wrong. It's not possible.” Denial floods her chest, heart beating wildly. The fine hairs of her arms stand on end as a wave of nausea rushes over her; she feels sick. And stupid. So incredibly stupid.

Reclaiming her seat on the bed, Jaheira places her hands over Tav’s. “Oh, sweet girl,” Jaheira says, rubbing circles into her skin. Tav physically recoils at the pity laced within her voice. “Did he tell you he couldn't? They all say that, and none ever mean it.”

Tav shakes her head in disagreement. “No, it's… It isn't that,” Tav begins, voice cracking as a sob pushes past her lips. With a huff, she pulls her hands from Jaheira's and throws them into her lap, defeated. “It… it would have happened already…?” She stares into Jaheira’s eyes, searching desperately for a ledge to pull herself up and out of this nightmare.

Jaheira returns her gaze, her hand cupping Tav's jaw tenderly. She tilts her head, eyes full with understanding before asking, “Cub, do you mean to tell me the father is…?”

Her throat feels tight, almost to the point of suffocation. Pressure builds in her head as Tav tries to choke back the string of sobs that threaten to overwhelm her. Her stomach is flipping violently, much like earlier in the day, though she's unsure of what would come up. Her eyes burn as tears begin to roll down her cheeks, and she finally buries her face within Jaheira's chest, giving herself over to acceptance of her current situation.

Jaheira says nothing at first, placing her hands across the young woman's back, mindlessly rubbing up and down. She presses a kiss atop her hair and begins rocking Tav within her arms, all in an effort to comfort the distraught human. “I thought you left him, Tav?” the druid asks, delicately.

Pulling herself from Jaheira's bosom, Tav wipes her tears with the back of a hand. “I did, but he came looking for me a few months ago.” Stupid, she scolds herself. So godsdamned stupid to ever let him back in. Throwing her hands up, Tav says, “What do I do, Jaheira? He can't ever know.”

“No,” agrees Jaheira, rising from her place on the bed, “he absolutely must not.” Walking over to the dresser at the opposite end of the room, Jaheira opens the top drawer and begins rummaging within. Tav sees her retrieve a small midnight blue bottle, closing the drawer before stepping back over to the bed. “Take this,” Jaheira insists, holding out the bottle to Tav.

Raising a hand, Tav hesitantly retrieves the potion. She studies it intently, rotating the bottle within her grasp. “Essence of Moonshade,” Tav reads off the faded label, inquisitively. “What is this?”

Jaheira sits again on the bed next to Tav. “The wife of a tyrant's most trusted confidant,” explains Jaheira, leaning in closer to the younger woman. Raising her hands, Jaheira encloses them around Tav’s and the bottle. Their eyes meet, concern apparent across the druid’s face as she says, “Drink this, and you needn't worry any longer.”

Furrowing her brow, Tav takes a moment to consider Jaheira's instructions. She quickly stands, ripping her hands away from Jaheira as the puzzle begins to align. “Are you asking me to purge this child, Jaheira?” Tav questions, distraught.

The druid woman is silent for some time before weakly nodding her head. “I am giving you a chance to rid yourself of the curse that grows within.”

Tav clenches her fists rapidly as anger swells within her, beginning to boil over. “His seed sprouted in my belly; does that make me wretched, too, Jaheira?” she shouts, utterly bewildered by what the druid is asking her to consider. “Should I also be purged? Punished for my womb being so favorable as to nurture the child of a monster?” she yells, venomously.

“Tav, no-” Jaheira coos, eyes soft as she extends a hand.

But before the druid can continue, Tav begins to weep. Unrestrained sobs pour from her lips as she sinks to her knees, hiding her face in her hands as she screams, “I can't do it, Jaheira!” Wrapping her arms around her torso, Tav begins rocking herself back and forth. Her skin prickles with anxious energy, heat rising throughout her chest. “They're half of me,” Tav tries reasoning, weakly. Tears fall freely from her eyes, though the sobs begin to subside. 

At least, until her arms press down over her chest and she winces at the tenderness of her breasts. A reminder that she is, indeed, pregnant. That this is not a dream. She's transported back into the hellish nightmare she sought such desperate momentary relief outside of, the sobs continuing.

Jaheira kneels down next to the young human woman, a gentle hand rubbing her back. “I am sorry, little one,” says Jaheira, mournfully. “To aid you was my only thought.” Jaheira elaborates while raking a hand through Tav’s auburn locks.

With a gentle shake of her head, Tav says, “No, I apologize, Jaheira. You're only trying to help and I'm…” Being ungrateful, she finishes within her mind. Her thoughts are muddled. A multitude of emotions rushes through her like a river after rain. Tav digs her palms into her eyes and rubs, giving her head another shake as her hands drop into her lap.

“Tav, look at me,” states the druid, a hand coming to hold Tav’s chin again. She lifts the young woman’s face to meet her eyes. “I do not fault you for being beguiled by him. I, too, was once a young woman,” Jaheria with an honest laugh. Her expression softens. “Whatever your decision, please know that I am here.” Jaheira gently strokes a thumb over Tav’s chin and adds, “You may always come to me, whenever you feel the need to.”

Warmth begins to radiate from Tav’s core as Jaheira's words settle over her. She feels pressure mounting in her face again, tears imminent, but for a much different reason. “Thank you, Jaheira,” Tav says, wrapping her arms around the other woman’s waist in a tight embrace.

Jaheira raises her arms, bringing them around Tav’s shoulders. “You are a beautiful, intelligent young woman. I trust you will be fine,” she states emphatically, pressing a kiss against Tav’s temple.

The two women separate, Tav wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. Jaheira helps them stand, nodding toward the forgotten bottle on the bed. “Take that home with you,” Jaheira insists. “You still have some time to decide.”

With a quick nod, Tav walks over to the bed and retrieves the bottle, tucking it into the front pocket of her trousers. “I don't know how to thank you,” admits Tav.

“Ah, don't mention it,” replies Jaheira with a wave of her hand. “Now, be on your way. I'm sure you've grown tired of spending time with an elder.”

Tav laughs as she picks her pack up off the floor, situating it upon her back. She exchanges parting pleasantries with the druid as they walk down the stairs, Jhessem and Tate running past them as they reach the door. Tav waves back as she descends onto the streets of the city, Jaheira yelling something unintelligible toward the rambunctious children as she closes the front door.

Taking a deep breath, Tav pulls the dark blue bottle from her pocket and gives it a quick glance over. She shakes it slightly, watching the liquid slosh to and fro within.

The sound of a bird squawking above draws her attention from the potion, and Tav looks up. On the roof of the home across from Jaheira, a black raven sits perched on the gutter. It cries again, twisting its head in various different directions before taking flight. Tav watches the bird fly off, disappearing from view. Strange, she thinks. Tucking the bottle back into her pocket, she begins the trek back home.

—------------------------------------ Atop the tower wall he stands, golden chalice adorned with rubies in hand. The sun is beginning to set over the city, a golden glow illuminating the many alleyways below. The man extends his opposite arm as a raven appears. The bird perches upon his offered ledge, hopping slightly closer to him as it chatters. “Hello, darling. What news of my damia do you bring?” he purrs to the bird. It squawks in response, the bird's head turning rapidly. Bringing the goblet of wine to his lips, Astarion takes a strong sip. “Is that so?” he responds. Licking his lips, he comments darkly, “How very, very interesting.”

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

okay one more thing concerning the recent news about taeil because it just keeps bugging me.

‼️ tw: mentions of csa and sa ‼️

i know gen z are known to cope with humor. i do too. but please don't joke about these topics.

there are many rumors going around now concerning the nature of the sexual crime he committed, and i get it. we all want to know what went down, but can we please wait for an official statement?

because the nature of these rumors is absolutely terrifying. and the way many people online deal with it is absolutely disgusting. i've seen people mock csa. i've seen people use "funny" names to call a p*dophile. and i've seen people joke about csa and go "lol guys i told you back in 2021 that sth about him was off.." no you didn't. and even if you did, it's not helping anyone.

maybe it's just not my cup of tea, but i'm generally not a fan of mocking people for fun. like i keep seeing it online with for example trump's vice president candidate. you can call him out on his opinions and politics, but what is it with gen z and mocking everything a person does just because they're a bad person? i've seen people mocking the way he holds his hands while walking?? all that does is make other people that look that way feel bad about themselves. it's not funny and it's not cute. bad people do a lot of things you can get angry about, to even mockingly joke about if you must, but stop dragging the normal things they do.

and it's the same with taeil. no you didn't "predict" it. and no he wasn't "a bad performer anyway". it doesn't matter. we're all shocked, disgusted, and maybe even hurt. can we please just focus on what he actually did that was horrible? because all this does is take the focus away from the actual problem.

and once again, please, do not joke about csa or sa. at all. and especially not freely online without a trigger warning for everyone to see. it is disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself for potentially triggering a victim and joking about csa. because what that actually does is make it seem less bad since, apparently, we can all laugh about it (sarcasm).

thank you for reading. i'm sorry for getting so worked up, but this really doesn't sit right with me at all and this is basically the only place where i can share my thoughts.

i hope you're all doing okay. my thoughts are with the victim(s?) and every ex-fan who's lost a comfort person. i'm sorry.

ybbp

[josephscoat]

Tintin, and his time spent as a scout; a sister piece to this bullet essay that I wrote some time back | Jo presenting their other story called Tintin and the Cockchafers.

Tw/Cw: Bullying, Racism and Entomophobia trigger

Okay, a bit of background on the subject matter first; before Hergé created The Adventures of Tintin, he first wrote and illustrated a comic strip for the scout magazine Le Boy Scout Belge called The Adventures of Totor, Chief Scout of the Cockchafers, which ran from July 1926 to the summer of 1929.

Also, for those of you who are curious in what the hell a cockchafer is, it’s this absolute darling of a bug right here:

Cute, right? Cockchafers are a type of scarab beetle; they also go by the name May/June bug since they’re a prevalent summertime insect.

Returning back to our main topic, the strip followed Totor― a Belgian boy scout who travelled to visit his aunt and uncle in the US; upon arriving to, he encounters hostile Native American tribes and gangsters, whom he outwits before eventually heading back to Belgium.

If you haven’t noticed it already, the plot’s very much like that of Tintin in America which was published later in 1931.

Totor served as Tintin’s sort of prototype, if you will.

Hergé himself did state that he wanted Tintin to possess the traits of a boy scout since he loved and supported the movement― it’s also sort of known that he himself was a scout in his youth as well.

With all this to bear in mind, this leads to me just diving head first into headcanon category; me and a mutual have this shared headcanon that Tintin participated in the scouts as a kid.

This is also, sort of going to be like an intro post to my other story, Tintin and the Cockchafers; some world-building stuff and the likes will be mentioned in here.

I really liked Hergé's boy scout premise for Totor and was inspired to write a story about it (minus all the racism of course).

I like to imagine that the troop Tintin’s a part of, their ranking system is based off of different kinds of bugs and currently he’s a cockchafer; hence the story’s title.

I plan for this to be the typical coming-of-age story about Tintin going on a camping/hiking trip with the scouts.

This aforementioned trip takes place on the summer of the year he’s decided to run away from the orphanage that housed him, drop out of school, and pursue being a reporter full-time, shortly after he was promoted to it from being a paperboy.

The events of the trip were what finally pushed him to skedaddle out of there and live.

And boy did he make the right decision in doing so.

Tintin joins the scouts at around age 10 and stayed as an active member up until he was 14 (his age in Cockchafers).

While he is no longer a scout in uniform, he’s most definitely still a scout in action and in spirit, as you can see with his resourcefulness that permeates all throughout the comics.

I like to imagine that one of the reasons why he took the job as a paperboy was to save up enough money to buy materials for the uniform (e.g. fabric, buttons, elastics, etc.); since the official ones from the store were too expensive.

Mrs. Murphy, (this sort of hermit-librarian OC of mine from the oneshot I wrote back in March 2024; which I have a whole ‘nother series and set of headcanons just for her if you're interested) offered to tailor one for him since she's taken an interest in sewing lately— the rest of the materials he couldn't buy was bought by her out of pocket, (like the official pins/badges).

Tin’s obviously stoked since he’ll go out venturing into the great outdoors; sleeping under the stars and being ‘one with nature’ all that jazz.

He’s been cooped up for too long in that orphanage and feels oppressed whenever he’s at school by the other kids and adults…

The older boy scouts bully him for two reasons; first reason for being a quote/unquote pansy —the second reason is because of him surpassing them in almost every single one of the scout activities lol

They're sour because someone significantly smaller and younger than them is quicker and better at first aid/setting up tents/making a fire/tying knots and other typical camp activities of the like than all of them combined.

I have a gut feeling that Tintin would manage to snag all the boy scout badges in like, give or take, a day — the kid's a walking Swiss army knife for crying out loud! (Carrying and making good use these skills up into adulthood).

And he doesn't even mean to outdo them, he's just that more efficient at doing these kinds of things since he does them a lot during his free time.

Especially in knot tying— have you seen this kid tie up crooks with anything that remotely resembles a chord???

And how do you think he's able to sneak in and out of the orphanage without getting caught? By making a rope via tying his blankets and bedsheets together of course!

This leads to my other headcanon that after he mastered knot tying, it segued into him getting into fibre arts like macramé and crochet which he does with the girl scouts.

I just know that once he's manage to collect all the boy scout badges, he'll try to collect all the girl scout badges next.

The older girl scouts love him; they see him as a little brother figure and honourary member which is the sweetest thing.

He and his scoutmaster (I won't introduce him just yet because of spoiler reasons) are pretty close, with him trying his best to look out for Tintin, since he knows that the kid is being bullied but won't say a word about who's been doing it to him.

Throughout the trip he tries to figure it out. (He does eventually guys, dw)

The other boys mistake their connection for... something else... and think that Tintin's leeching off their scoutmaster to get extra merits which made their harassment more vicious.

The insults they throw being laced with more venom; them tripping him up and shoving past him are done with increasing aggression each time, etc.

There's this one scene I have planned where they knock him unconscious and tie him to a tree.

[sorendeimos]

In the quiet hours of the night... his mind is deafening.

How I perceive Severus Snape, part 2 | part 1

Notes: Go into this understanding that to Me, Severus is deeply flawed and broke and trauma filled. There are parts of him I see as soft and squishy, covered by hate to keep Them from bruising. If you don’t like that, do not read this. Otherwise, enjoy.

TW: Mentions of alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sex, physical and emotional abuse, poor mental health, death, manipulation Please do not read if you cannot handle these topics. This part is a lot lighter than part one, though it still has a few sore spots.

Positive Attributes

𖤐 studious and driven, severus is someone to have on your side when you need information. He likely already knows what you need and where to find it. 𖤐 severus is attentive, noticing things you likely didn’t. This often leads to him giving support before needed or compensating for things ahead of time. 𖤐 severus is quite witty and funny, he’s often cracking jokes, but his deadpan tone often makes Them fall flat. 𖤐 severus is incredibly thoughtful, especially when giving gifts. He observes people constantly, and his gifts to others on holidays or birthdays are often times things that are so touching, it's staggering.

𖤐 moments of bliss 𖤐

Negative Attributes

𖤐 severus is so incredibly stubborn. Once he has an idea to do something, well, he will not give up, even if doing it causes him personal harm. 𖤐 severus doesn’t sleep well, so he is constantly grumpy and snappish. 𖤐 severus has terrible social skills and a carefully black tone and expression. This often leads to him coming off angry, mean, or spiteful. 𖤐 severus wears his distaste plainly. It’s clear if he hates you. 𖤐 compliments are earned, to him, so you doing well or being kind to him often doesn’t come with thanks or praise, which can make him seem standoffish. 𖤐 insults are his way of expressing love and care.

𖤐 severus as song lyrics 𖤐

Musical tastes

𖤐 severus never stuck to one genre or another. The music of her youth is that chosen from discard or discount bins. 𖤐 lots of the music severus holds dear is music that is a gift or a moment of perspective shifting.𖤐 her favourite music to brew to us, classical OR absolute rubbish noise music. It depends on what is brewing, delicate potions get the latter. 𖤐 severus owns multiple band tees, also usually discounted, all unknown.𖤐 severus gets a lot of Her love for classical music from ballet classes with Lily. Her favourite pieces spawn from duets they created or performed together and she still hums them to herself often.

𖤐 severus’s playlist 𖤐

Severus has a dynamic relationship with music, it’s typically all around him either playing in his head, him humming while working, or playing out loud while he brews. His tastes are varying, vast, unexpected and usually not the same day to day.

Severus’s clothing

𖤐 for a very long time, clothing meant absolutely nothing. Clothes were a means of covering herself and keeping warm or staying cool. It isn’t until years down the road, probably around 14 or 15, that style mattered. 𖤐 severus, after a day of ballet class, went into town with Lily to hunt down some new leotards and, on a dare, tried one on. It was tight, constricting. She loved it. Lily bought her the leotard and some tights. 𖤐 from that day forward, the pair of them would find and try on anything and everything, Lily gaining a love for baggy cargo pants and jeans, severus a love for dresses and skirts

𖤐 Pinterest outfits severus would wear 𖤐

╰⌲ teens

╰⌲ twenties

hobbies

𖤐 severus has very few hobbies and usually things that were found to be creepy or entirely unexpected 𖤐 they can draw, often doing flowers, bugs, or creatures in the margins of their textbooks and adding art to assignments. 𖤐 severus also does ballet with lily and has for years. The two of them have done duets, individual performances, and won awards. They practice during the school year in a neglected wing that the two of them transfigured. 𖤐 severus also paints, plays piano and violin, can sing, writes long-winded essays on long forgotten topics, and speaks four languages besides English. 𖤐 the languages: German, Latin, Korean, and French.

End Part Two

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Caregiver Baraka MK1 Hcs??

Oh my gosh Baraka!! I love him!!! :] (I did alter his cannon slightly for these, just a warning!!)

TW: Mention of family death, sharp teeth (?), Tarkat disease

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Baraka Hcs

🦴 I'm going to ignore some of the cannon in these, like the fact Tarkatan can get spread by touch (I'm pretty sure that's how cannon works??)

🦴 If we ignore cannon, this man is an absolute cuddle bug!!!

🦴 Absolutely adores any type of physical touch

🦴 If we don't ignore cannon, he'll get you as many stuffies, blankies, anything he can to make up for it

🦴 ^ He'll (maybe) at the very most hold your pinky, but one of his deepest fears is accidently giving you Tarkat and he will not put you through that

🦴 I feel like he'd do best with baby regressors

🦴 There's just something so wholesome and peaceful rocking his little one in his arms, smiling as they sleep peacefully or coe at him

🦴 But that doesn't mean he doesn't like other regression ages, he adores all of them!!

🦴 Running around with a toddler, watching a bigger kid do arts and crafts, a puppy that he can scratch behind the ears

🦴 If you ever made him a bracelet, he might actually sob out of joy

🦴 He's been alone for a long time, so he might be a bit (a LOT) overprotective

🦴 He also lost his entire family to Tarkat, so your very important to him

🦴 If you fell and got a small scrape, it's like the world ended to him

🦴 Only really trusts Syzoth to watch after you

🦴 In the New Era, Tarkatan are still being accepted into public spaces, so you'll spend most times in the colony, mostly in his little living area

🦴 Will always make sure to mind his little spikes on his body

🦴 Will wearingly let you touch them, but only if your a bit bigger

🦴 Does not like punishing you, please don't lash out 🥺

🦴 This man cares so much for you, he doesn't like seeing you cry or be naughty

🦴 If you are naughty though, he'll probably send you to the naughty corner (and most likely serve your sentence with you)

🦴 Doesn't yell but honestly, because of Tarkatan his voice might sound a little scary at times

🦴 But surprisingly, really good at lullabies

🦴 His voice is a little raspy, but there's something about it that can probably make you feel really sleepy

🦴 Favorite CG nicknames are Papa & ‘Raka

🦴 Favorite nicknames for you would be Little One, Young One, Sweetheart, Bub

🦴 Would love to kiss your forehead or boo-boos, but unfortunately his sharp teeth don't really let him :(

🦴 Forehead touches are a big must, however, he can do those

🦴 Favorite activity to do with you if either peek-a-boo, or some sort of fun arts and crafts

🦴 He doesn't do the crafts himself, unless you ask, just kinda watches and praises you

🦴 If you ever drew this man, he would keep the picture either on him at all times, or hang it up proudly on his wall

🦴 Does have days where he feels really down and that he can't be a good Papa for you

🦴 ^ He'll try not to show it, but those days can really get to him :(

🦴 All you gotta do on your part is make him a pretty picture and tell him that he's the best Papa in the world!! How dare he ever doubt himself? >:(

🦴 If we ignore cannon, go crash into him with a hug too, it'd really help

🦴 But he really appreciates his little one's big heart

🦴 Will try to get his little anything they want, but the colony isn't always going the best, unless if we compare it to past timelines but that's unfair

🦴 If his little does want something like a new toy or a better sippy cup, you know he's going to try his best

🦴 Might even ask Kitana or Mileena for help to get it (no one messes with them)

🦴 On the topic of the sisters, they absolutely love 'babysit’ you!! (Which is more of a playdate while Baraka supervises)

🦴 (^ It's not that Baraka doesn't trust them or anything. . . . But what if something happens to you when he's not there?!)

🦴 Will make sure to get you the proper diet you need, most Tarkatans only live off meat

🦴 If he can try to sneak you some candy, he most definitely will

🦴 Anything that makes his baby happy, makes him happy <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[rudinworkshop]

TW: Mentions of dark subjects such as depression, suicide, murder, family death, death in general, gore, anxiety, and much else. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with such topics.

Game idea.

You're a college student, you share a dorm with a relatively normal dude. It's time to do laundry, but you get caught up in assignments, that's okay, you'll do it tomorrow.

Okay, time to do laundry, but you have so much homework to do that you forget, that's okay, you'll do it tomorrow.

Day 3, laundry needs to be done, but you promised an old friend you'd hang out with them today, that's okay, you'll do it tomorrow.

Day 4, whoo boy, you shouldn't have spent so much time out, you have double the homework now AND laundry to do, that's okay, you'll do it tomorrow.

Day 5, you're tired, you barely got any sleep, your laundry pile is looking a lot bigger than you anticipated for only adding about 4 days worth of clothes into it, but that's okay, you'll do it tomorrow.

Day 6, you're supposed to be packing for a family reunion type thing, it is Halloween after all, wouldn't want to miss that. You'll do it tomorrow.

Day 7, what a task, and yet it still needs to be done, but you need to study too. That's okay, you'll do it tomorrow.

Day 10, the pile only grows, you can't do this much laundry today, you don't have the time. That's okay, you'll do it tomorrow.

Day 30, the pile almost can't even fit in your room. That's okay, you'll do it tomorrow.

Day 45, the smell grows, and so do the whispers that come from it, or is that just in your head? Who knows at this point. You'll do it tomorrow.

Day 100, it keeps getting bigger, it can't fit in the dorm. You'll do it tomorrow.

Day? Who knows. It's been too long, the pile has grown too big, if you try now, you won't even have time to go to school for the rest of the year. That's okay. You'll do it tomorrow.

It's time. You need your dorm back. You need to take control, but there's piles of it, you don't even know where to begin! And the smell, the smell makes you want to vomit. The bugs, they make you itchy, so very itchy, so itchy you might just claw your flesh from its place on the bone. It's so dirty. you can feel all the gross pimples and zits forming on your skin from the sopping wet musk in the air. It's rancid... Maybe you should leave it for tomorrow, I don't think you're ready yet. No, of course not, you were never one to be smart, were you? Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you.

That's the intro, I'm not sure about the rest of it but it'll be inspired off of shut in by Cael O'Sullivan.

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

Geto stays with Gojo AU drabble/headcanon - Gojo proposing to Geto 

!HEAVY SPOILER WARNING FOR THE WHOLE STORY OF GOJO AND GETO INCLUDING SEASON 2, Jjk 0 AND THE SHIBUYA ARC BELOW IN THE SUMMARY OF THE AU BUT NOT IN THE HEADCANON /DRABBLE ITSELF!

Geto never became evil and therefore didn’t get killed. He and Gojo became the strongest together and both are teachers here. They still adopted Megumi and his sister and the two girls which they raised together. 

Everything takes place a bit differently here in this. 

Pairings: Satosugu (obviously), implied Itafuahikugi

TWs: Mention of throwing up(shortly mentioned in a flashback. It isn't a main point of the drabble and is not crucial to the main events so it's really only mentioned shortly), crying (happy crying), probably a bit ooc.

It's all very fluffy and cute. Cheesy even.

Gojo is actually the one who proposes to Geto

He proposed to him when they were around 29, so pretty late, due to them living an incredibly busy life. 

He had no idea how to do so, but he refused to seek Shoko’s advice, knowing that while she would help him, she would definitely tease him about knowing absolutely nothing about this topic and about being extremely nervous about the thought of proposing alone. 

He tried to plan everything on his own but Yuji and Nobara found out about it (They thought that their sensei acted weird and pestered him until they found out what was bugging him.)

They were super excited when they found out and then insisted on helping him with planning everything. 

Nobara pretty much decided on this without waiting for Gojo’s approval. She just asked him many questions about what he had already planned and after realizing how lost he was, she was pretty much just sighing in disappointment, telling him that this won’t work out and started telling him a ton of things which he had to keep in mind for a perfect “proposal”. (In her opinion)

They then all started to think about a time and place. 

Nobara preferred the thought of going out for dinner first and then proposing afterwards while Yuji loved the thought of going on a cinema date before the proposal. 

They both didn’t really know much about what Geto liked or what his favorite free time activities were so they just went with what they thought would be romantic and asked Gojo if Geto would like it or not. 

Megumi overheard them talking after a couple of days in which they would always proceed to try to plan the perfect proposal and he hit Gojo with the “You know Geto the best out of us all and he always loves doing things with you so stop overthinking this too much.”, making Gojo overthink a little bit more.

Eventually Gojo tried to seek advice from Nanami (“How would you propose to your long term partner/love of your life/one and only/best friend/soulmate? Asking for a friend.”) to which Nanami just sighed and told Gojo that he is a grown man of 29 who should be able to figure this out but he also told him that he probably shouldn’t plan a big eventful evening with a proposal in public since it would be very pressuring for his partner.

In the end, after a lot of overthinking, staying awake at night planning and overthinking (worrying Geto in that process, who was by now absolutely sure that something was off due to how weird and nervous his partner had been acting lately), a lot of research and after feeling like he lost some nerves, he did went to Shoko for advice. 

Of course she teased him about it and about the fact that he really had to seek help from his students, Nanami and her but then she actually gave him honest advice.

She suggested that he should do something with Geto which they always did back when they were 16 like going to the arcade and going out to eat something afterwards and after this little calm and very personal date night, he should propose to him but not in a crowded place or generally with people watching. 

Gojo actually thanked her a couple of times, full of relief and excitement

When Gojo wanted to leave the infirmary, she actually called him back and wished him good luck with a warm smile which the other returned to her, thanking her once again. 

After Gojo left the room, she would still have a small but warm smile on her face for a little while. Seeing her two best friends like this, made herself feel happy and warm and she genuinely wished them both the best and luck. 

Gojo actually followed her plan and asked Geto to go on a date night with him after a long week of missions. 

Of course Geto had been caught a little bit of guard because they haven’t gone on dates since their early 20s due to being so busy and caught up with work so that they would be too tired to do anything after a work week but he agreed to it nonetheless, actually feeling a bit excited about it but also a tad skeptical, given the fact how off Gojo had started to act the last week, now followed by this date night. 

He liked to imagine that Gojo would propose to him but he tried to be prepared for anything. He even was prepared that nothing would happen and that Gojo just acted off due to the mentally exhausting missions which they had to go on during the last weeks (which was very unlikely and Geto knew that this wasn’t the case since he knew his partner way too well for that but he still kept that opportunity open just in case.)  

Before the date night, Gojo told Yuji, Nobara and Megumi about him proposing to Geto tomorrow and they reacted utterly excited (besides Megumi who was just looking at Gojo the way he always did when he listened to him) and wished him luck as well as gave him a prep talk, cheering on him that they believed in him and that he could do it. 

Megumi actually went to Saturo when the two of them were alone and he wished him luck too, telling him that he shouldn’t mess it up. 

He secretly hoped that it would all turn out okay. After all, he and his siblings did get raised by those two and he didn't wanted to lose this family. He would never admit it but he grew attached the every member of this little found family, no matter how embarrassed or annoyed he sometimes would feel because of Gojo and Geto and he really wished for them that it would all work out, hoping that neither of them would chicken out.

Imagining them to get finally married, did in fact have something nice, even if he could already tell that they were going to be even more insufferable with their teen like flirting and their jokes then. 

Sometimes he would even forget that they're in fact not married yet. 

On that evening, Gojo and Geto went to the old arcade to which they would always go together with Shoko and just like back then they made bets and had a blast playing the video games, especially while playing “Street Fighters”. 

It was nostalgic but absolutely amazing and a lot of fun for both of them. 

Also, just like back then, the one who would lose in “Street Fighters” would have to pay for the food at the restaurant which Gojo had picked out to which they would go after they were done at the arcade. 

Geto hoped to get his revenge for losing years ago, leading to him having to buy Gojo an ridiculous amount of Burgers and this time he actually won (Gojo let him win since he had planned on paying for the food anyways.).

However, Geto could tell that Gojo let him win which made him a bit more skeptical, asking Gojo why he’d let him win  this time on their way to the restaurant which Gojo had picked out for them, to which Gojo simply answered that he felt generous and that Geto wouldn’t have won against him in years since he was wayyy to slow when playing the game, leading to them playfully bickering and half heartedly  insulting each other all the way to the restaurant. 

Arriving at the restaurant, they had to see that it was in fact closed. 

Gojo had been so nervous about planning the proposal itself, that he did in fact forget about checking the opening times of the restaurants which now resulted in him wanting to disappear right on spot for the first time in his life.

Geto just huffed out a little laugh and took out his phone, searching something up while Gojo was still cursing at himself and at the restaurant before turning to his partner to apologize which actually surprised the other a bit.

Gojo cursing was something Geto had been prepared for but not him actually apologizing to him for not checking the opening times nor for him telling him that he had just wanted to make this evening perfect for them. Especially after this rough week and especially since it was their first real date night in years.

Geto gave him a genuine smile, shushing Gojo, telling him that it was alright but that next time he should keep in mind to check the opening times if he planned something before giving him a small kiss, trying to reassure him that he wasn't feeling upset or anything. 

He then showed his partner his phone, telling him that the fast food restaurant to which they would always go after visiting the arcade was still open so after Gojo asked him if he genuinely wanted to go there to eat fast food on their date night to and after Geto told him that this was in fact the case, they went to the restaurant.

It still looked exactly like back then and even the food which was served was still mostly the same.

It was a bit as if the time would stand still in that place which made both of them feel comforted yet a bit weird and extremely nostalgic but it suited the whole evening.

They ordered the same food they would always eat while excitedly talking about all the memories they had with this place, asking the other if they remembered them as well.

This time, it was Geto's turn to order a ridiculous amount of burgers (which Gojo had to pay) and he carried them to their seats with a shit eating grin.

They had an amazing time even though they were just eating at an fast food restaurant. The place held so many good memories and they felt comfortable.

They would eat and laugh and joke around like teens. Sometimes they would make each other try out different stuff which they ordered by feeding the other a handful of fries with a new sauce or letting them take a bite of the burger, judging whether they liked the newish flavor or some food or if they preferred the old one.

Sometimes they would discuss if the food still tasted the same or if it tasted different which resulted in them taking yet another bite out of the other burger in order to check again. 

There was barely a moment where they were quiet and they were more happy and cheerful than they had been for months and also had more fun than they had since months.

Sometimes they would hold hands (the hand with which they weren't eating the food) but generally, even when they were just eating or talking they were sitting so close to each other that there was barely a gap between, permanently touching each other. 

It was like a silent reassurance that they were there, next to each other and that they wouldn't leave as well as some kind of making up for barely seeing each other due to missions and teaching students over the past month.

Them constantly teasing each other and Gojo trying to touch Geto with his fingers which were all greasy from eating the fast food resulting in Geto trying to scoot away, fighting off Gojo's hand while trying hard to not get touched is a thing too.

They sat in the fast food restaurant until an employee came to their table, kindly telling them that they would close in a few minutes.

Both felt kind of bummed that the relaxed and cheer free time at the restaurant of their teenage time was over for now and Gojo felt the nervousness creeping up inside of him again, knowing that now that the evening slowly ended, he had to propose to Geto soon.

Chickening out what no option for him. They both were the strongest so he couldn't get scared off by a proposal (even though it was one of the biggest moments in his life and even though it could permanently change his relationship with his partner forever) and he also didn't want to delay it any further since they already would marry late. Besides that, Shoko would probably scold him endlessly.

After leaving the restaurant, Geto was still in an extremely good mood which made Gojo feel all warm and happy. It had gotten rarer to see his partner like this so he was happy for every second in which Suguru would feel openly happy and carefree.

On their way with him, Geto also told him that they really need to repeat this but that they also need to bring Shoko with them sometime too due to them always having visited the arcade and the restaurant together with her to which Gojo agreed.

Suguru then also told him, that he genuinely preferred going to the old fast food restaurant instead of going to the fancy restaurant and that he would also wouldn't have been able to eat all that expensive food there anyways due to currently not being able to eat a lot which was the result of him having to consume many powerful curses during the last missions which had made him feel sick in the stomach once again and which had been the cause of a sleepless night which he had spended in the bathroom, throwing up. 

By now he was able to eat more again but he still couldn't stomach a lot and it would have looked bad to leave so much food on the plate.

Gojo agreed with him again, asking him if that was why he had left so many burgers untouched to which Geto nodded.

Gojo then proceed to act offended about Geto ordering so many burgers despite knowing that he couldn't possibly eat them all, only in order to get his revenge and to make Gojo pay for the ridiculous amount of large burgers to which Geto just laughed, giving Gojo an amused smile, telling him that the revenge had been necessary.

He then also reminded him about the fact that he asked the employee to give them a bag so that they could take the leftover burgers home with them so that he could eat them later or that Megumi, or the girls could eat them so his money and the food weren't even wasted but Gojo still proceeded to act all offended until Geto proceed to squeeze his hand which he had been holding and give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

After they finally arrived at their car again, Geto thanked Gojo with a small but warm smile for the nice evening and kissed him one more time.

Gojo told him that he was glad that he liked it and that it really had been time to finally go out on a date again.

After they had gotten in the car again, Gojo proceeded to drive to the place where they had often been during their free time as teens and young adults. 

It was one of the many places where a lot of benches stood next to a footwall with a view down to the city. They often spend some time there, relaxing after a stressful day, watching the city and the sky, talking about plans for their future or just random things, about their day or other random topics.

At this time, all the benches were empty and not a single person was in the whole area. It was just them.

Geto was a bit confused after Gojo stopped the car there and got out, following him to the bench on which they would always sit back then.

He asked him if everything was alright and by now he was pretty sure that something big was coming up.

He had noticed that Gojo had gotten uncharacteristically nervous but before he could ask any more questions, Gojo took off his blindfold and proposed to Geto.

His hands were shaking the whole time, he was stumbling over a few words and he dropped the ring like three times but Suguru didn't care at all. He was just staring at Gojo in a mix of disbelief, shock and awe, listening to his partners speech.

His speech was surprisingly extremely carefully put together, talking about how much he loves and admires Geto, how he is his one and only. His best friend. The person he loves more than anything in the world. And how important he is to him before asking him if he finally wants to marry him after all these years.

For a short moment there was a second of silence in which Geto stared at him with teary eyes and Saturo already felt his heart sink but then Suguru suddenly tackle hugged him, squeezing him as tight as he could so that Gojo thought for a moment that he couldn't breathe anymore, while saying Yes at least 3 times. 

Now it was Gojo's turn to freeze for a split second, his brain registering what just happened and that Geto did in fact say yes before before returning the hug just as tightly as Geto hugged him, burying his face in the crook of Geto's neck while he couldn't hold back the tears from falling.

Geto too, was crying out of pure happiness as he held Gojo.

They stood there like this, holding each other tightly as if they would be scared that if they would let go, the other would disappear immediately, crying and feeling overwhelmingly happy (and relief on Gojo's side).

After some time, they finally let go of each other so that Gojo could carefully take Geto's hand which was just as shaky as his own to gently slip the engagement ring on the other's finger.

After that, they hugged each other again, clinging onto each other, telling each other over and over again how much they love the other.

After some time, they sat down on the bench, holding hands and Gojo lied his head against Geto's shoulder.

They sat there in a comfortable silence, just like back then as teens, looking at the city which was lightened up with all the little bright neon lights.

They didn't need any words at that moment. They simply understood each other without words and they didn't need them to feel how happy the other was.

However, eventually Gojo asked Geto if he still remembered how they planned their future here as young adults to which Geto answered with a yes, lying his head carefully against Gojo's head which was still lying against his shoulder.

He then proceeded to caress the back of the other one's hand with his thumb, telling him that he remembered that they held hands on this bench for the first time, making Gojo laugh a bit.

They sat there until it slowly started to get colder and until they both started to feel tired, the exhaustion of the past weeks and the exhaustion from crying for quite a while finally crashing down onto them. 

They dragged themselves to their car and Geto jokingly told Gojo that he shouldn't dare to fall asleep now while driving or else he would have to sleep on the couch for the next few weeks.

After they arrived home, the way to their bedroom felt like centuries due to how tired they were but they still felt incredibly happy and joyful.

On their way to the bedroom, Megumi suddenly stood in the door frame of the dark living room in which he had been watching TV while waiting for Gojo and Geto to return, asking them how it went. (Given by how happy and awfully in love they looked and given by how they were playfully bickering as well as due to how relieved Gojo seemed, he could already tell that it went well but he still wanted to hear it from them.)

Gojo surprisedly looked at him and greeted him happily, asking him why he was still awake before asking him if he waited for them to come home, acting incredibly touched.

Megumi replied that he simply couldn't sleep (They both could tell that this wasn't the case.) before asking them again how it went to which Geto showed him the ring with a big smile.

After seeing this, Megumi couldn't hide a small smile. It disappeared as fast as it appeared on his face but they still saw it.

Gojo immediately got all cheerful and teased Megumi about it and joined in.

Megumi then told them that he will go to bed now, congratulating them and telling them that he is happy for them.

Hearing this, made both of them smile genuinely as they thanked Megumi.

The next morning at school, Yuji and Nobara directly bombarded Gojo with questions about how it went the moment they saw him arriving, complaining about the fact that Megumi didn't want to tell them and even Shoko came out to ask him too. 

Gojo was smiling widely before making a serious face, clearing his throat before telling them cheerfully that he said yes and that Geto is now his Soon-to-be-husband.

Hearing this made both, Yuji and Nobara cheer loudly and tackle hug their teacher, congratulating him and wishing him the best while Shoko also congratulated Gojo with a warm smile, telling him that she was incredibly happy for them and that they better make her, their best woman on their wedding or else she would make them pay her money each time she had to heal/treat them again.

As soon as Yuji and Nobara saw Geto too, they ran over to him and congratulated him too. While they didn't have such a close bond with him as with Gojo, they still were openly excited and happy.

Shoko too, came to Geto, congratulating him, telling him that she already told Gojo that they better make her their best woman for their wedding.

She then also told them that they needed to open a bottle of Sparkling Wine or something else in order to celebrate that later. 

Later that day, Nanami also formally congratulated both of them.

Nobara and Yuji also proceed to admire Geto's engagement ring in awe and Nobara told Yuji and Megumi that they better make a romantic and fancy proposal for her and that they give her such a pretty and expensive ring like Gojo gave to Geto too, making Geto laugh in amusement.

Of course the news quickly spread through the whole school (the fact that Gojo and Geto were a couple wasn't a secret at all due to how openly affectionate they were with each other but that they now finally were engaged was new.) So even Masamichi Yaga suddenly appeared on the school grounds, congratulating his old students. 

[purifycantyouhelpme]

Blood Is On My Hands | Chapter 2 | Izzy Stradlin x Reader

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Word Count: 1248

Author's Note: I know that this chapter felt rushed, I’m sorry. The last chapter will be longer than this and I know that it has been a long time since I last made a fanfiction or in this case, make another chapter. I lost motivation and I’m still dealing with college. Now my motivation is back.

TW: Mentions of r4p3/non-con. If you're uncomfortable of that topic, don't read this

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

Steven sat right next to me on the couch, naked, heavily breathing from all of that thrusting he did to me. I was laying on my stomach, still naked, tears running down my face and heavily breathing from all of the pain I endured. My arms and upper part of my body is covered in bruises. Everytime I would tell him no or stop, he would hit me and I said no and stopped a lot. The TV was still playing in the background. “That really felt good.” He said as he put his ripped jeans back on. I slowly lifted my head up and looked at him. He looked at me and smiled at me. “Maybe if you would have let me have my way with you, you would have enjoyed it. It wouldn’t have hurt as much.” He told me. I bury my head back on the couch, crying again. Why would he do this to me? Why? Why would the person I love the most do this to me? I don’t understand. I slowly got off the couch. I grabbed my clothes that were on the floor and I walked to the bathroom. I was struggling to put my clothes on. I walked out of Steven’s house and immediately walked back to my home.

4:00 PM, At the grocery store, Izzy’s P.O.V

I was buying some food for dinner and some snacks. As I was walking to the frozen food section, I saw (Y/N) and Eva talking. (Y/N) looked scared and Eva looked like she did not want to be here. Why are they here? I was listening to their conversation from afar, slowly walking up to them. “Why did you want me to go grocery shopping with you?” Eva asked as she crossed her arms. (Y/N) kept on tapping her foot and her hands were behind her back. “I… no reason okay, Eva?” She chuckled a little. Eva was confused. “Whatever.” Eva said.

“You have been acting weird lately. Is everything–”

“Everything is fine, Eva.” She shouted nervously. She chuckled again. People were staring at her. Everything's not fine with her. We can all tell. “Hi (Y/N).” I placed my hand on her shoulder. When I touched her, she flinched. I forgot to not touch her. Recently, whenever someone touches her, she flinches. She turned around quickly and saw it was me. “Oh, i-it's just you, Izzy. Sorry.” She apologized. “(Y/N), what's been going on with you?” I was worried about her. Why is the love of my life acting like this? “It’s nothing really, Izzy.” She lied to me as she smiled at me. “(Y/N)..” I raised my voice a little at her. I looked at her and she looked so empty, so soulless, so paranoid. My love was a giant mess. “I guess I should tell you what has been happening with me. In private, of course.” She said softly. She held my hand and led the way. We’re holding hands… so romantic…

Me and (Y/N) walked out of the store and stood outside the entrance, to the corner. Her hands were in her pocket and I put my skateboard near me, on my foot, making sure no one steals it.

“A couple of weeks ago, Steve and I were at his house, just watching TV. I confessed my feelings to him.” She explained to me. I rolled my eyes in disgust but I’m not surprised at this point. We ended up making out for a b-bit…” Her voice started to crack as her head turned to the side. Oh, this isn’t good. She put her hand on her other arm. "And then h-he… he…" She was sniffling. “Damn bug!” She moved her sleeve up because a bug was crawling up on her arm. She slapped her arm to get the bug off of her arm. What I saw on her arm was shocking. There were bruises on her arms. Oh my god. They looked so dark. She looked at me, she looked so scared. Tears were about to come out of her eyes. She immediately pulled her sleeve back down. Before I could even say anything, she ran back inside the store. Steven… Steven did this to her. How could he? Steven, you are in grave danger.

At Steven’s house, 10:00 PM

I knocked on Steven’s door, tapping my foot because I’m impatient. Ugh, Steven. You don’t deserve to live anymore, you hurt (Y/N), my love, and I’m going to hurt you. Steve finally opened the door. He was shirtless, of course. “Hi S-Steven.” I said nervously. I put my hand behind my head. Come on Izzy, you’re at your “friend’s” house at 10 at night. Think of a stupid lie. “I just wanted to stay here for a bit. I need someone to talk to, I guess.” I said. Steven smiled at me said, “Sure.”

I sat on the couch next to him, drinking red wine while Steven watches TV. This TV show looks so boring. I looked at him and said, “So what have you been up to?” I grabbed the wine bottle and there’s no more wine left. I went to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine. “I had sex with (Y/N),” Steven told me. I almost dropped the wine bottle when I heard what he told me. “W-What did you just say? I couldnt hear you.” I said as I poured some wine in my wine glass. “I said I had sex with (Y/N). It felt good.” Steven sounded confident when he said that. It's so gross hearing that Steven, the guy I hate, had sex with that person he knows I’m in love with. He knows what he’s doing. I can see him from the kitchen and he has a smile on his face. He’s trying to get a reaction out of me and it's working. I just want to grab the wine bottle and smash him over the head so bad but I’m not. Remain calm, Izzy and act normal. “T-That’s great to hear. I don’t know why you t-told m-me”-- I grabbed a misen chef kitchen knife.

“You know what? The sex would have been better if she would have been cooperative.” He said jokily, he chuckled.

I was silent when he said that. He admits it. He admitted that he… hurted (Y/N). My fists were clenched, my teeth were grinding. Steven, why would you do this to her? Why would you hurt the person you love? She was in love with you, she trusted you and you decided to hurt

I love (Y/N) and I will never hurt her. You are a monster, Steven.

I walked over to the couch, I was behind Steven with a knife in my right hand while I was breathing heavily through my nose. “But it is what it is.” He chuckled. He felt no remorse for his actions or sympathy for what he did to (Y/N). b“You fucking bitch!” I yelled at him. I delivered a sharp stab to Steven's right temple after grabbing him by his hair, followed by another stab to his neck, causing him to die instantly. “He won’t hurt you anymore, (Y/N).” I said to myself. Blood was all over my hands and his couch. I have to clean up the mess or I’ll get caught.

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[starjxsung]

TW: minor, potential assault

Hey Star!

I'm glad I was doing a quick scroll when I saw your reply. In advance, thank you!

Like I said before, don't feel like you have to respond to this but I needed an outside opinion about an event that happened in the past (over 10 years ago so it's been a while).

To put it simply, when a friend of mine was a minor (around 10 years old), a family friend (he was in his teens) took her into a locked room and essentially got her to undo her clothes fastenings (so buttons, etc.) and lay down under the pretense of a game. They then kinda stood over her (her memories here at this point were very vague so she couldn't/didn't want to mention them) but she said someone had interrupted by knocking on the door. She doesn't know if it would've gone further.

As I mentioned, the memory is vague because she'd forgotten it until recently because she got herself into counselling (for things unrelated) and her first session just opened a can of worms. She mentioned the situation to me because she wasn't sure if it would classify as assault or not, especially because it didn't escalate, and she wasn't sure if it was worth bringing up in her sessions. She doesn't really care for reporting it because it was so long ago and she doesn't have full confidence in her memory of it but the thing that's bugging her is not knowing whether it'd be labelled as assault or not because it "feels like a grey area". I'm worried I might be too biased since I'm very close to her so I thought it might be better to get the take of someone removed from the situation though I did recommend mentioning it in counselling when she feels ready.

She has given permission for me to ask about it here so don't worry but if you also feel uncomfortable posting this on your page (highly understandable) but want to offer insight or want to say you've seen it, feel free to leave it as a comment under the previous ask post (where I asked if it would be okay). Don't feel obliged to reply whatsoever, please.

Even if you choose not to acknowledge or reply to this, I appreciate that you let me type this out.

Thanks Star and sorry for unloading this onto you.

TW below: minor, SA

Hi my lovely 🫶 I’m so sorry for the late response to this ! It’s been a super hectic week and I’m trying to keep my head above water here.

First off- I am so so sorry to hear that this has resurfaced for your friend. I’m so sorry this happened to her in the first place. It’s really brave of her to be upfront with the situation and to be able to acknowledge it for the seriousness it holds, and to reach out for help when she knows she’s in need of it. I’m glad she’s able to confide in you, and I’m so honored you’ve confided in me with this heavy topic. It means a lot that you have this level of trust ❤️

Second off- what happened to your friend is absolutely assault. Even if it didn’t go any further, it was absolutely unwanted contact of a sexual nature that your friend didn’t consent to, and she certainly wasn’t old enough to even able to understand the gravity of the situation. Assault can take so many different forms and they’re all equally as serious and should be treated as such. My suggestion is to reach out to a trusted family member who knows him and might be able to either question him or report it as needed. You can even make it an anonymous report or request that her identity isn’t revealed when the case is brought up to him. People who display that kind of behavior will do it again, and again, and as long as they don’t get caught or feel that what they’re doing is a “gray area”, the cycle will continue. I think other children are at risk around this person if this hasn’t been dealt with already.

Make sure she has a good support system and an outlet she’s able to confide in (like yourself- she’s really lucky to have you!) and even though it’s difficult, reporting it or at least making someone aware of it will be beneficial in the long run.

Sending all my love to you both- please remember that I’m always here if you need anything (also reached by discord if it’s more urgent!) and I understand how tough this whole situation is. I want you to do what’s best for you both, but also remember that you shouldn’t be forced into anything by pressure, and that even if it doesn’t “go all the way”, anything unwarranted and physical is still assault.

All my love. Your friend is very strong and I’m rooting for her ❤️🫶