#GN-XIV

[gundamfight]

[loveberrie]

༘˚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ SUGAR, INK, AND SPARKS!

business major tattoo artist!scaramouche x baker art major gn!reader

sypnosis: Scaramouche, a sharp-tongued business major and tattoo artist, clashes with you, a baker and a passionate art major. When both of you were forced to collaborate on a university project, their rivalry sparks deep tension—but beneath the chaos, something deeper begins to bloom something else. What could it be?

content warnings: vulgar words, use of w33d, parental issues, alc0hol, kys/kms jokes, dark humor (?)

genre: enemies to lovers, hate at first sight, slowburn (?), crack, angst if you look closely

🌺 STATUS : on going

STARTED : 2/04/25

ships: K. Shinobu x Heizou, Chilumi, Keqing x Mona

playlist

Y/N'S CIRCLE! SCARA AND FRIENDS!

PROLOGUE

I. start of a new sem ?!?!

II. new project.. sigh.

III. i hate him already

IV. unlucky day

V. um he's good.. ig...

VI. tbe

VII. tbe

VIII. tbe

VIIII. tbe

X. tbe

chapter two !

XI. tbe

XII. tbe

XIII. tbe

XIV. tbe

XV. tbe

XVI. tbe

XVII. tbe

taglist (open) 11/50

[kazmru]

summertime ★ madness .ᐟ

tsukasa suou ᵎᵎ idol!gn!reader ( socmed au )

SYNOPSIS !! tsukasa suou is a very patient and polite individual. a prince charming, is what the idol industry would refer to him as. however, getting temporarily paired up with that one person he swore he despised as MC’s for a showbiz was his last straw. [name] hasumi tested his patience. just by seeing their face is enough to make him almost drop his politeness and gentle persona. will he make it throughout this summer? or will he potentially ruin his own career with a scandal upon his hatred towards the other?

EST. 11/25/22 + 04/10/25 ( re-up ! )

ENDED. unknown date

NOTES & WARNINGS. slowburn; tsukasa is in denial. ooc characters (obv), non-canon (au), does NOT follow the original enstarsverse, lots of cussing and threats, idol scandals.

TABLE OF CONTENT. profiles ( one , two )

i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. vii. viii. ix. x.

xi. xii. xiii. xiv. xv. xvi. xvii. xviii.

xix. xx. xxi. xxii. xxiii. xxiv. xxv.

TAGLIST is open — only comments under this post will be acknowledged & added. otherwise, please leave an ask. ㅤ♡

[woozvc]

call you tonight.

scoups smau. (completed!)

synopsis - choi seungcheol and y/n l/n are always fighting for the first spot in their class. what happens when they stand for student council president elections against each other?

pairing — scoups x gn!reader

genre/s — smau, high school au, non idol au, fluff, angst, a lot of banter

warnings — cursing,brief mentions of family issues, jealousy, competition (everything gets sorted in the end dw)

note — ahhh starting another smau series!! I'm so excited for this one because I've been thinking about this for a WHILE. this might be a long one because I have many things I wanna cover so haha sit tight and I hope u enjoy <3

send an ask to be part of taglist!

— profiles

masterlist —

prologue

I — get out of my house??

II - jeonghan model era

III - gossip

IV - sick

V - soup?

VI - new challenger approaches

VII - the list

VIII - poster

IX - take a walk

X - misstype

XI - presentation

XII - winter fest?

XIII - can I call you tonight?

XIV - the call

XV - hehe

XVI - stupid decisions

XVII - namelist

XVIII - tomorrow is the day :)

final - call you mine. (written+smau)

[tamakigf]

apple cider

XIV. this is so sick

pairing: megumi x gn!reader

warnings: gojo

series masterlist

previous | next

notes:

IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART!!

get excited pookies

gojo is so 😭😭😭

anyway,,, gojo talks about you and megumi to nanami and shoko!

shoko ships ofc!

nanami does too but will never admit it

YUJI AND NOBARA WERE DEAD WRONG FOR THAT…

also… sassy man apocalypse! megumi

taglist is open

🏷️ @kasumitenbaz @satoryaa @al3monkid @kooksmono @hisheadismountfuji @thepup356 @venderretta @arusio @xhxzgn @sarclife @astroswift @akii420 @geombyu @emii4evr @bbysatoruuu @wonugie @yeehawslap @rintarousgirl @nobody289x @m3gitsune @anna-sm1th @sad-darksoul @postmancat @7haze @chocochannie @kiss4kazu @stardusthyuck @sl33pyt1r3 @felixmainacc @becsmarvel @crazychaoticizzy @kilcount @yourmumsthings @pumpkindudeishere @kenmaslittlebrat @ketchupsush1 @anintrovertedechoe

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[amalythea]

「 stars 」

⤷ info: kazuha, traveler, venti x gn!reader (separate) || angst-ish || wc: 1180

⤷ warnings: mentions of death (not reader), v sad thoughts, i tried to keep traveler themselves as gn as possible too but please do tell me if i missed something, writing for traveler actually killed my braincells

⤷ extra: i used the prompt xiv. “she’s talking to angels, counting the stars.” from @thexianzhoujade 's personal memoires (of the dearly beloved) event!!

kazuha.

In the tranquil solitude of the night, beneath the vast expanse of stars, you sat on the ground, your silhouette outlined by the gentle glow of moonlight as you gazed up at the stars above. Your heart ached with the weight of loss, your thoughts consumed by memories of your one love Kazuha.

Once, he had been the light of your life, his laughter like music to your ears, his gentle touch a source of comfort in times of need. But now, he was gone, taken from you by a cruel twist of fate, leaving behind only the echo of his presence and a void that seemed impossible to fill.

Every night, you would come to this secluded spot, the one you used to visit together, where the stars seemed to shine just a little brighter. It was here that you had shared your dreams, your hopes, and your love. And it was here that you felt closest to him, as if his spirit lingered among the celestial canvas above.

With a heavy heart, you whispered Kazuha's name into the stillness of the night, your voice barely louder than a breath. "Kazuha," you murmured, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Do you see the stars, my love? Are you watching over me from beyond the veil of the heavens?"

You closed your eyes, letting the memories wash over you like a gentle tide. You remembered the way Kazuha would hold your hand as you sat together beneath the night sky, his words a soothing balm to your troubled soul. And you remembered the promise you had made, to always be together, even when the world conspired to tear you apart.

But now, that promise lay shattered, scattered by the winds of fate. Kazuha was gone, his laughter silenced, his touch but a distant memory. And yet, you could not bring yourself to believe that he was truly lost forever.

For in the depths of your grief, there was a glimmer of hope, a belief that somehow, someway, Kazuha had found peace in the afterlife. You imagined him reunited with his dear friend, the two of them laughing and reminiscing beneath the eternal light of the stars.

And so, each night, you would come to this sacred place, your heart heavy with sorrow yet warm with the belief that Kazuha was watching over you, his love a guiding beacon in the darkness. And as you gazed up at the heavens above, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that wherever Kazuha was, he was not truly gone.

For as long as the stars continued to shine, so too would the memory of your love burn bright, illuminating the darkest corners of your soul and reminding you that even in death, your bond would never be broken.

traveler.

In Teyvat, where the winds whisper secrets and the stars tell tales of heroes, there once was a traveler from a distant world. This traveler had been searching for their sibling, and in the midst of their search had found someone else they cared for: you.

Your love knew no boundaries, spanning across the nations and beyond the reach of time itself. But fate, like a capricious deity, had other plans. Your lover, in their quest to protect the fragile balance of Teyvat, met their end in a valiant battle against a formidable foe. And as their spirit ascended, leaving behind a world engulfed in sorrow, you were left to wander Teyvat alone.

Every night, as the sky painted itself with the luminescence of countless stars, you would go up to the highest peak you could find. There, beneath the blanket of twinkling lights, you would sit, your heart heavy with longing, your eyes searching the heavens for a glimpse of your lover.

"They're among them," you would whisper to the ethereal void, your voice carrying both sorrow and hope. "My love, shining bright among the stars."

In those moments, you would feel a familiar warmth wrap around you, a fleeting sensation that whispered of your lover's enduring presence. You imagined them traversing the celestial expanse, a celestial wanderer among the constellations, watching over you with tender affection.

As time unfurled its tapestry, you found solace in your nightly ritual. The stars became your confidants, the silent witnesses to your whispered prayers and tearful confessions. And though your lover's physical form had departed, their essence lingered in the gentle caress of the night breeze and the shimmering radiance of the cosmos.

And as you gazed upon the heavens each night, your faith unshaken, you found solace in the belief that your lover had returned to their celestial home among the stars, finishing their search at last.

venti.

In Mondstadt, where the winds sing their eternal melodies and the stars dance in the night sky,

Venti, the mischievous bard of Mondstadt, was known for his jovial spirit and melodious songs that enchanted the hearts of all who listened. But amidst his carefree nature, there was one whose heart he held dearer than any other – his lover, a gentle soul whose love for Venti burned like the brightest star in the night sky.

Your love was as boundless as the vast expanse of the heavens, and together, you would spend countless nights beneath the vast expanse of the sky, nestled in each other's arms as you gazed up at the twinkling stars. Venti would weave tales of ancient myths and celestial wonders, his voice carrying across the night like a gentle breeze.

But fate, like the ever-changing winds, can be unpredictable.

One fateful day, Venti's song was silenced, his laughter stilled. News of his passing spread like wildfire, leaving behind a trail of sorrow that even the wind could not carry away. Your heart shattered into a million pieces, each shard a painful reminder of the void left by your beloved bard.

In the wake of Venti's passing, you found solace in the memories you had shared under the starlit sky. You would sit by the edge of the cliff overlooking Mondstadt, watching as the stars sparkled like fragments of Venti's soul scattered across the heavens.

In the quiet solitude of those nights, you would recall his words, spoken with a whimsical smile and a twinkle in his eyes. "If ever I should depart from this world," he had said, "fear not, for I shall join the stars themselves, and from there, I shall watch over you always."

And so, as you gazed up at the luminous tapestry above, you couldn't help but smile through your tears, for you believed with all your heart that Venti was among those celestial beings, guiding you with his eternal light.

Though the ache of loss never truly faded, you found comfort in the belief that Venti's spirit lived on in the stars, a constant reminder that your love was as infinite as the universe itself. And so, you continued to watch the stars every night, knowing that somewhere up there, Venti was watching over you, his laughter echoing in the celestial chorus that danced across the night sky.

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@amalythea 2024. | do not re-upload, copy, translate, etc. my works on any form of media.

[hismourningflower]

— personal memoires (of the dearly beloved)

the library is quiet, dimly lit by a few burning white candles that cast a golden glow on the nearby surfaces. it smells musty but the most distinguishable feature is the empty shelf in the far corner, missing a particularly unusual series of books that would otherwise stand out among the thick fiction in the library.

reading these memoires will fill you with mirth, joy and conflict. you will see the stories of those who no longer walk with us, in worlds other than your own. do you dare to locate these missing memoires?

“welcome to kai’s 200 mutual collaboration event! thank you so much for 200 followers! as a token of my gratitude, i’m working with my mutuals to provide a series of fanfictions that are prompted by lyrics - personal memoires of people's lives that you may live through. now, should we start searching?”

— rules.

i. mutuals only for this event! ii. fluff, angst, platonic and suggestive are allowed but do tag your memoires appropriately for the minor audiences. iii. you do not have to use these lyrics as dialogue - it can merely inspire the memoire. you are also free to interpret these lyrics as you wish, they’re not assigned to a genre! iv. you are free to do as many entries as you like, the more the merrier you don't have to do only one prompt each! v. this event is closed! when you post your memoire, please tag me and use the event tag:

⊹ ࣪ ˖ personal memoires ⟢

— prompts.

i. “but does he really know me when the lights are on?” | he loves me, he loves me not. ii. “i’d give the world to you, ‘cause i know the sun, the moon, the hurt falls with you.” | eclipse. iii. “everything i used to love, decayed over the years.” | unsweetened lemonade. iv. “you’re too sweet for me.” | too sweet. v. “you got me misunderstood, but at least i look this good.” | we can’t be friends. vi. “i’m here, i’m there, i’m everywhere. but you can’t catch me now.” | can’t catch me now. vii. “the role of a king is a lonely one to play.” | lonely king. viii. “it’s okay if you can’t catch your breath, you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest.” | atlas: two. ix. “hold back the river, so i can stop for a minute and be by your side.” | hold back the river. x. “ain’t no prayer, ain’t no god, that could save us from our love.” | lovers in the dark. xi. “my love, are you the devil? i would worship you instead of him.” | the fruits. xii. “you are the best thing that's ever been mine.” | mine. xiii. “he did it all to spare me from the awful things in life that comes.” | murder song. xiv. “she’s talking to angels, counting the stars.” | waiting for superman. xv. “oh? did i almost see what’s really on the inside? all your insecurities, all the dirty laundry.” | unconditionally. xvi. “nervous, trip over my words. you’re so pretty it hurts.” | i’m yours. xvii. “i don’t want what you ain’t in, and i don’t wanna go unless i’m going there with you.” | my promised land. xviii. “there’ll be happiness after you but there was happiness because of you.” | happiness. xix. “i don’t wanna lie awake with only you here on my mind.” | on my mind. xx. “do we look like lovers or partners in crime?” | partners in crime.

— located memoires.

i. located by @yaminohimeyume : prompt xii — aventurine x fem!reader | sfw, fluff. ii. located by @mei-sm : prompt xix — blade x gn!reader | sfw, angst. iii. located by @elatedfool : prompt viii — aventurine x gn!reader | sfw, hurt/comfort. iv. located by @amalythea : prompt i — diluc + childe x gn!reader | sfw, angst. v. located by @amalythea : prompt xiv — venti, traveler + kazuha x gn!reader | sfw, angst. vi. located by @lovingluxury : prompt viii — dan heng x gn!reader | sfw, angst.

vii. located by @xianyoon : prompt viii — wriothesley x gn!reader | sfw, fluff.

viii. located by @heiayen : prompt xviii — scaramouche x gn!reader | sfw, angst

— official playlist.

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[moment-live]

Pearlescent soul crystals (and azem crystal) are now up in my shop!

[arcanarubinaito]

Short Story Taglist

I’ve been meaning to compile a list of content tags I will commonly use, and their meanings. This both gives me a handy reference to use when I’m finalizing everything to post—because honestly I blank out on how to tag it once I get to that point, lol—and I figure I’d post it as both a reference for my own readers and a potential resource for other minific authors here on Tumblr.

This list will be updated as needed; and if you have any tag you think should be added, please comment your suggestions!

I will not be adding tags for certain taboo subjects, as that content will never be on my blog and I’m sure those who write it already know how to properly tag it.

I will not be adding ship tags because frankly there are too many to add.

Please note that this list contains Content Warning tags.

Spoiler Warnings

Asra’s Route

Nadia’s Route

Julian’s Route

Muriel’s Route

Portia’s Route

Lucio’s Route

Tales (Insert Specific Tale Here)

Upright Ending

Neutral Ending

Content Warning Tags

Graphic Depictions of Violence

Gore

Suicidal Tendencies

Self-Harm

Torture

Sexually Explicit Content

Substance Abuse

Depictions of Alcohol

Mild/Mentioned Alcohol Use

Depictions of Drug Use

Mild/Mentioned Drug Use

General Content Tags

Platonic Relationship(s)

Romantic Relationship(s)

Comfort

Hurt/Comfort

Anxiety/Comfort

Hurt/No Comfort

Angst

Whump

Cuddles

Fluff

Major Character Death

Minor Character Death

Slow Burn

Series

Miscellaneous Tags

SFW (<18)

NSFW (18+)

[x] Words

Ask Box

Request

Commission

Gift

Character Tags

Reader/OC Tags

GN Reader

AFAB Reader

AMAB Reader

Nonbinary Reader

Female Reader

Male Reader

Transfem Reader

Transmasc Reader

Self Insert

Apprentice OC

Original Character(s)

Main Six

Asra Alnazar

Nadia Satrinava

Julian/Ilya Devorak

Muriel of the Kokhuri

Portia/Pasha Devorak

Lucio/Montag Morgasson

Familiars/Animals

Faust

Chandra

Malak

Inanna

Pepi

Mercedes & Melchior

Camio

Chimes & Flamel

Jaeger

Courtiers

Consul Valerius

Praetor Vlastomil

Procurator Volta

Pontifex Vulgora

Quaestor Valdemar

Side Characters

Aisha Alnazar

Salim Alnazar

Tasya/Anastasia Devorak

Lishka Devorak

Mazelinka

Halinka (A Warm Welcome)

Khamgalai of the Kokhuri

Morga Eirsdottir

The Satrinavas

Nasrin Satrinava

Namar Satrinava

Nafizah Satrinava

Nazali Satrinava

Navra Satrinava

Nahara Satrinava

Nasmira Satrinava

Natiqa Satrinava

Gavin (The Bazar Job)

Minor Characters

Chamberlain (One of the Palace servants. Unclear if ‘Chamberlain’ is his name or his title.)

Ludovico (Palace Guard)

Bludmila (Palace Guard)

Selasi (The Baker)

Saguaro (An acquaintance of Asra’s, from Nopal)

Tilde the Leech Monger (A leech merchant near Mazelinka’s house.)

Barth/Bartholomew (Bartender of The Rowdy Raven)

Aedile Velos (Once slept in the Palace’s haunted guest room.)

Major Arcana

The Fool (0)

The Magician (I)

The High Priestess (II)

The Empress (III)

The Emperor (IV)

The Hierophant (V)

The Lovers (VI)

The Chariot (VII)

Strength (VIII)

The Hermit (IX)

Wheel of Fortune (X)

Justice (XI)

The Hanged Man (XII)

Death (XIII)

Temperance (XIV)

The Devil (XV)

The Tower (XVI)

The Star (XVII)

The Moon (XVIII)

The Sun (XIX)

Judgment (XX)

The World (XXI)

[looker-bureau]

The self indulgent emetwol fic.

Wol is GN and unnamed so have fun hallucinating like me.

[streamafterlaughter]

Fundamental Differing

Chapter XV: Oh, Sweet Oblivion

nav | masterlist | playlist | pinboard | chapter XIV | get on the taglist!

summary: being in hawkins brings back some old, long dead routines you both wish you’d forgotten

tags: misunderstandings/miscommunication, implied alcohol abuse towards the end, mentions of violence, nightmares, slow burn, mutual pining, angst, rockstar!eddie x rockstar!gn!reader

a/n: HELLO. this chapter is mostly filler for plot furthering my apologies, i’ve been sooooo stressed with work and just Off my Game, but i’m trying to do better! fic is more than halfway done (i think) so buckle up!

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Your POV

You can't tell where you are at first, the darkness suffocates you, but about a hundred yards away, you can see the outline of a figure. It is not human, its limbs are long, spindly branches reaching out towards you. You try to run, but it feels like you’re underwater, wading through the blackness to no avail.

Something rustles behind you, and you turn abruptly, faced with what you’re sure is Eddie. Upon first glance, it is him; his soft brown curls and plush lips, clad in leather and denim head to toe. When you look him in the eyes, though, your heart drops. They are not the warm, wide, chocolate brown ones you drown in. They are black, but not with lust, nor longing, just bitter, unforgiving hatred. This imposter looks right through you, cold and unwavering when you try to snap him out of it.

“Eddie?” You try to call him back to you, but your voice is lost as soon as it leaves your lips. With no word of a response, or even a tell that he’s heard you, this skinwalker posing as Eddie takes another step forward, still not looking at you, but rather through you, focusing beyond where you stand in front of him, hypnotized by some invisible force. Something else is controlling him. “Eddie, I know you’re in there. Can you hear me?”

Before you can react, its hands are around your neck, squeezing hard as it lifts you into the air. You kick at Fake Eddie, swinging your limbs to break his grip on your throat. Behind you, you hear the creature again, louder and deeper now, saying “Finish it, Eddie.”

You try again, using your last breaths to get through to Eddie, the real Eddie, trapped somewhere underneath this monster using him as a puppet. “Eddie,” you gasp, choking on your words, “Please, Eddie. Let go!”

He does not lower you back down, does not come to, realizing what he’s done. This monster snaps your neck, and discards you on the ground.

—

Eddie’s POV

He stirs first, much to Eddie’s own surprise. Next to him, you’re mumbling in your sleep, your expression tense. He catches “Please, Eddie,” but not said with any of the satisfaction he would have liked.

“Hey,” He whispers, shaking you gently. “Y/n, wake up.” A tear streams down your face, your eyes still screwed shut. Eddie feels the sting in his throat when you shake your head, mumbling repeated pleas of mercy until you’re choking, coughing and sputtering, and Eddie goes into panic mode. Eddie rolls you onto your back and straddles you, knowing if you wake up now you’re prone to swinging your limbs at him. He places a hand on either cheek, something he’d discovered you’d found comforting in the past.

Your breathing eventually slows, evening out as your heart rate calms. Your eyes flutter open, and as they adjust to the light, Eddie gives you a soft smile, his hands still on your cheeks.

“Eddie?”

“Good morning, sunshine. Rough night?” He isn’t moving from on top of you, and you don’t protest when he leans in to kiss your forehead. As his lips connect to your skin, someone’s knocking on your door. Before either of you can answer, Steve throws it open.

“Whoa!” He holds his hands up in front of his face, as if to shield his eyes from something far more inappropriate than the scene before him.

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie swings himself off of you, flipping his body back onto the bed beside you, crossing his arms. “Y’know, knocking is supposed to be a call and response thing. Like, you knock, and someone says ‘Come in!’ or ‘Not right now!’”

“Sorry, man, I have Managerial Privilege. The knock was a polite warning.”

They bicker, Steve quickly turning to face away from you and Eddie, unable to meet either of your eyes. “God, that was fuckin’ fast!”

“What?” you throw the duvet off your body, and your warmth leaves Eddie’s side as you stand up. “What happened fast?”

“Nothing, just, well, I guess I didn’t expect to see you guys in here, uh, under the covers…” He trails off, gesturing vaguely to where Eddie lay, sprawled out in his parents’ bed, no shirt. It's a compromising position. You’re in Eddie’s shirt and your underwear, a much too familiar sight for Eddie’s very sore eyes.

“Oh. Oh! God, Steve,” You groan, rolling your eyes. “We didn’t…” you pause, trying to remember last night. You turn to him, your eyes filled with fear. “Did we?”

Eddie shakes his head vigorously, blushing at your suggestion. “No, not at all. Nothing like that.”

Relief floods over your features. “Oh, good. Great, thank god!” Your laugh is anxious, and Eddie feels his heart hammer in his chest.

“Oh. Well, good. We’ve got a lot of work to do, cleaning this place up before we go back to Nancy’s. So, rise and shine!” Steve says an awkward goodbye to the two of you, closing the door behind him.

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Your POV

You turn back to face Eddie, wishing immediately that you hadn’t. His hands are clasped behind his head, looking at you with an unashamed lust in his eyes, a look you’d recognize regardless of the situation. “Quit staring, Munson.”

“Why? ‘Fraid I’ll seduce ya?”

You roll your eyes. “Something like that.” You don’t miss the blush on his cheeks when you answer him. “Get off your ass, we’re the clean-up crew.”

Eddie rolls out of bed, making a show of stretching his arms out wide as he yawns. You find yourself scanning your eyes down his torso. “Would you stop?!”

“Stop what?” He pouts innocently.

“You know what!” You gesture to his body, then to his arms still stretched into the air.

“No,” Eddie drops his arms and takes a step closer to you. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Another step towards you, closing the gap between your bodies. “Why don’t you tell me what I’m doing?” Another step and you’re pressed against the wall, unable to back away any further. You can feel his breath on your face, his eyes boring hungrily into your own. But his eyes aren’t the scary, black holes they were in your nightmare. They’re still the same soft, warm brown, but they’re sparkling with mischief. “Tell me, darlin’, ‘cause I haven’t got a clue what you mean.”

“Stop being so fucking,” you gesture again, hopelessly vague in your request. “Stop being so hot.” You grumble, avoiding watching his face shift from teasing to elated.

“Sorry, can you say that again? Maybe a little louder? I don’t think I heard that right!”

“Oh, you heard me. Now quit it, before I file a complaint!” You cross your arms over your chest, sure he’d be able to see your heart beating out of it like in the cartoons.

He chuckles, enjoying watching you squirm underneath him. “Alright, but just because you asked so sweetly!” Eddie backs away from you, hands raised in surrender. You take the opportunity to charge him, shoving him onto his back, flat on the mattress. It’s your turn to straddle him, pinning him to the bed as you lean over him, an arm on either side of his head. “Shit, Y/n, you’re sending me some mixed signals here!” He laughs nervously, unsure what to do with his hands.

You smirk. “Feels horrible, doesn’t it?” You lean into him, your nose inches from your face. “Thank you.” You whisper, and climb off of his lap, freeing him from your confines. “And I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He asks, sitting up.

“I woke you.”

“Nah, I was up already. Hard to sleep here, I guess.”

“Yeah, you’re tellin’ me. Haven’t had a nightmare that bad since high school.” You shiver, remembering Eddie’s empty eyes, his pale hands locked around your throat, draining the life from you slowly.

“What were you dreaming about? If you don’t mind my asking. You don’t have to tell me, though.” He pats the mattress next to him, and you take the invitation, sitting with a huff.

“No, it’s okay. It was strange. You had these scary, black eyes. They were empty, like you were soulless. Something was telling you to do it, what you were doing to me,”

He cuts you off, “What was I doing?” You look at him, into his pretty face, etched with nerves.

“You were choking me. You were trying to kill me. You did kill me, actually. I woke up right when my neck snapped.” You stare forward as you remember the dream, a chill running through your blood when he’d grabbed you.

“Christ, Y/n,” He doesn’t continue. He’s averting your eyes as you try to meet his.

“Hey. This isn’t your fault, Eddie. It’s being back here, in Hawkins. Sleeping next to you didn’t cause this, you know that. You’ve seen this before.”

“It’s still scary when it happens.”

You nod. “It is. But you can’t be sulking about it, beating yourself up. There’s no one I’d rather wake up from a nightmare next to.” You lean your head on his shoulder, and he rests his head on top of yours. You stay like that for a bit, just enjoying being near him, until Steve is banging on the door again.

—

Eddie’s POV

“I dunno, man. It wasn’t like the other times, they weren’t waking up.” Eddie shoves another beer can into the overstuffed garbage bag, meanwhile Steve is scrubbing a couch cushion stained with wine.

“They did eventually, right?”

“Well, yeah,” Eddie trails off, kicking a solo cup to the side.

“Look, Ed. It’s not your fault. You need to understand that.”

“But the nightmare was about me, Steve. Not like in high school, when we all had something to blame for this. You’re telling me it’s a coincidence they’re having nightmares again? It’s because I’m here, whether they wanna admit it or not.”

Steve shrugs. “I disagree. However, I’ve learned not to fight you on your delusions. You’ll figure it out on your own, and I can rub it in your face when the time comes.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Eddie shoves Steve, maybe a little too hard, and he shoves right back. Eddie’s ready to pounce again when you and Robin come strutting into the living room. Though you look beautiful, with your hair still messy from sleep, your clothes hanging loosely onto your body, you look exhausted. Your eyelids flutter every few seconds, and you’re stifling yawns as Robin pulls Steve away from Eddie. It aches, for Eddie to see you so tired, especially during what is supposed to be your vacation.

You catch him staring, and you send him as much of a smile as you can muster, but Eddie can’t bring himself to return it. “Backyard is free of any and all paraphernalia.” You turn to Steve, reporting like a loyal boy scout. “Anything else we can help with?” Robin turns to you with a forced smile, unwilling to continue suffering through her hangover.

Steve catches her, rolling his eyes. “ No, thank you. Go back to Nancy’s, clean yourselves up. I, uh, have a surprise.”

Eddie’s eyes widen at the admission. “Oh?”

Steve winces, scratching the back of his head, suddenly shy. “Don’t worry about it now, I’ll be there in a few hours.

Eddie’s chest tightens, and without meaning to he whips his head to look at you. Luckily, you don’t notice his less than subtle reaction, your neck is craned toward the ceiling, your eyes squeezed shut. “Steven, I swear to fucking god,”

“It’s not bad! It’s not finalized yet, I’m obviously not confirming anything until I get your input.”

You groan, and Eddie can’t help but giggle at the all too familiar sound. He’s used to being on the receiving end of that sound, in vastly different situations. Your head snaps back to him, eyes daggering into his own. “What’s so fucking funny?”

His heart hammers. There is no right answer here, and he knows it. “Uh, hm,” he clears his throat, “How you know what he’s gonna say before he even asks.” He shrugs.

You squint at him, waiting for him to break, you know that’s not what he was laughing at. In front of Steve, though, he refuses. Instead he throws you a smirk, daring you to continue. You huff, turning back to look at Steve, a rare victory for Eddie. “Steve,” You turn your attention back to your friend, who’s looking from you to Eddie, confused. “What the hell did you do?”

“Nothing!” He defends, hands raised. “Nothing bad, I’ll tell you later. Go take a nap or something, I’ll be over in a bit. You too, big guy.” Steve shoves Eddie’s shoulder, making him stumble into you. You catch him, shoving him away from you, too harshly in Eddie’s opinion.

-

Your POV

“What could he possibly have done?” You’re stressed, ranting to Robin and Eddie as you shove your way into Nancy’s house. She’s already made breakfast, and it waits on the table as you stumble over the threshold.

“Morning! Hope you guys are hungry.” She gestures to the buffet of breakfast food, steaming on their individual platters. You pull a chair out, plopping down and plucking pieces of everything onto your plate. Eddie and Robin follow suit, as the rest of your bandmates join the feast.

“What do you think he did?” You inquire, mouth full of pancake.

“Who? What happened?” Sylvie is barely awake, their hair wild and eyes sleepy.

“Steve claims he has a surprise,” Robin fills them in, waving her fork. “Personally, I hope it’s a shopping spree, been dying for some new show outfits.”

You roll your eyes, and turn to the man next to you. Eddie’s staring at the wall,

his once steaming eggs and bacon growing cold. He doesn’t return your glance, though you’re sure he can sense you staring at him. “Eddie?”

He jumps, fork clattering against his plate, jolting the rest of the group’s attention to him.

“Hm, what?” He looks from you, to Robin, to Nancy, to the rest of the table, all trying not to stare at him.

“Do you have any theories? About what Steve could’ve done?”

“Oh,” Eddie shakes his head, as if willing himself to be normal. “Who knows? Probably booked us a show or something. We all know the suits don’t really believe in vacation.” He chuckles, picking at his food before getting up abruptly. “I gotta, uh,” Eddie points vaguely toward the door, pushing himself from the table. He clears his full plate, then stomps out into the front yard.

“What the hell was that?” Nancy asks, her neck craning to look out the window facing the garden.

“Fuck if I know,” You shrug. Eddie’s been weird all morning, and you’ve got a curious itch. Before you can follow him out, though, you watch as Steve approaches him in the front yard, lighting a cigarette as Eddie chiefs his own. You squint, trying to read their lips, maybe Eddie does know something. But why wouldn’t he tell you?

-

Eddie’s POV

“As in Hideout owner Dan?” Eddie takes another long drag from his cigarette, bouncing his leg nervously.

Steve nods frantically, “He said he wants you to do a show there, both of you,” Steve jerks his head toward the house. “But I can tell him no, just say the word.”

“No, I mean, don’t say no,” Eddie rubs his hand down his face, trying to wipe away his fatigue. “Ask Y/n first, before I ask the guys.”

“Why don’t you ask them?” Steve means to tease, but Eddie grumbles his response. “What was that?”

“I don’t wanna talk to them right now!” Eddie exclaims, suddenly irritated. “And it’s your job as their manager to do it, anyway.”

“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” Steve scoffs, throwing his cigarette on the sidewalk, squishing it with his toe before turning to Eddie.

Eddie huffs. “Sorry, nothing. Just,” He heaved out a breath of smoke, blowing it away from where Steve stands. “I’m just on edge being here, I guess. But I wanna do it, of course I wanna play the Hideout again, it’s been years.”

Steve places a comforting hand on Eddie’s shoulder, forcing him to look at his face. “I know. It’s hard for all of us, but it’s something we had to do. Our friends are still here, we’re still alive. This fuckin’ town can’t hurt us anymore, y’know?”

He nods, stubbing out his own cigarette on the concrete wall behind him. “Yeah. That’s true.”

“Alright, I’ll go let Y/n know, hopefully they’re down for it.”

-

Your POV

“I called it! Didn’t I call it?” You nudge Robin and she nods, her eyes still sleepy. “Steve, you’re so predictable. Of course we’ll do it! I haven’t played the Hideout since that open mic years ago. It’ll be so cool to have people here for us. How do we get the word out?”

“Well, there’s the rub. I was told ‘guerilla marketing’” He throws up air quotes, “is super effective in this type of situation. Fliers, word of mouth.”

“Do we have time for that?”

“Show’s on Friday,”

“This Friday?!” Sylvie squeaks. “That’s in three days!”

“I mean, you guys are huge. Coffin’s huge. You can do this in three days! That’s nothin’!” Steve shoots you an anxious smile. “Right?”

You shrug. “We got what, six kids in college right now? With friends in the area, I hope? I think we could pull it off.” You look to your bandmates, wearing various expressions of anxiety. “We can make some calls, too, I’m sure.”

“Sick, let’s get moving! We can go print some fliers, just need someone to make up a raw version of the poster.”

“I can do that.” Eddie strolls through the doorway, hands on his hips. “Been dying for a reason to draw again. That okay?” He looks at you, waiting for your approval. You nod. “Cool. I’ll plan out a few different ideas by tonight.”

-

The agreed upon flier is drawn by Eddie, depicting a guitar on fire, with the headline IT’S A SECRET! Find Us at The Hideout, use the code word DANCING COFFIN with Friday’s date. They go up around Hawkins telephone poles, in Family Video, the arcade, even Enzo’s let you hang one in their doorway.

Friday comes more quickly than any of you are ready for, and you spend the whole day picking outfits and putting together a setlist.

“I think you and Eddie should play that song.” Lilith comments, twirling her drumstick. “Like a one night only treat!”

You blow a raspberry, pulling out a pair of platform sandals to pair with the flowy skirt you’ve chosen for tonight. “We haven’t even practiced it recently, there’s no way.”

Lilith shrugs. “Two talented musicians, I feel like you could pull it off.”

“Even if we could, who says I want to?” You turn to face your friends, sitting on the guest bed. “All of this is because of him, as much as I hate admitting it. He’s the reason. Getting on that stage with him will just add to it.”

“You have too much pride, Y/n. And such a weird complex with Eddie, it’s such old news!” Robin exclaims, standing suddenly. “You got here because of your talent. Sure, he might’ve been the inspiration, might have given you a hand in the very beginning, but you’re here because of you, because of us! Rude of you to discredit your band like that.”

-

Eddie’s POV

“All of this is because of him. He’s the reason…” Eddie walks away before he hears the rest, resisting the urge to put his fist through the wall. I knew it. He thinks, sulking back downstairs. The nightmares, they’re his fault. He’d desperately hoped he’d been wrong, but that’s impossible.

“Hey, you get ‘em?” Steve asks, phone resting between his ear and shoulder. “Car will be here soon.”

“You got us a car? You know we could like, walk, right?”

“Not in that outfit.” Steve eyes his friend, clad in denim and chains with heavy boots despite the heat. “What’s your problem, anyway?”

“Nothin, man. Don’t worry about it.”

Steve shrugs. “Guys! Car’s on its way! Leaving in ten!” He opens the front door, motioning for Eddie to step outside.

-

The car, that is pretty much a limo, much to Eddie’s distaste, pulls around the back of The Hideout. Show goers cloaked in black outfits smoke cigarettes outside as the muted rhythm of Shadow of the Season hums through the building. You try to send him a smile as you exit the car, but he can’t bring himself to return it, instead shoving by waiting fans and into the club without a word.

He heads straight for the bar, ignoring old classmates and the wannabe groupies as he flags down the bartender. “Whiskey, neat. Please.” He has about five minutes of peace before Steve comes looking for him, and he plans to be obliterated by then.

—

chapter XVI

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[emetkoto]

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[de-lharmonie]

NOTAS

§. Nota 1.

No próprio dia em que eu escrevia estas linhas, Madame Wurmser, uma israelita de Colmar, consumida por um câncer que prenunciava uma morte muito iminente, recebeu na Salpêtrière, da maneira mais edificante, o Sacramento do Batismo que lhe havia sido administrado pelo piedoso Padre Ratisbonne, tão zeloso pela salvação de seus antigos correligionários. Esta boa senhora, apesar de seu horrível sofrimento físico, estava radiante de alegria e repetia com efusão de coração seu Nunc Dimittis. "Agora não tenho mais medo de morrer", era seu refrão contínuo.

Depois da cerimônia, esta boa israelita, verdadeira mãe de dores, sentada numa poltrona, e sua filha mais velha, ainda catecúmena, ajoelhada diante da mãe, e mostrando-lhe, com suas carícias inocentes, toda a alegria de vê-la Cristã, formaram um quadro tão tocante que levou lágrimas aos olhos das testemunhas desta cena tocante. Esta jovem e sua irmã mais nova se tornaram filhas adotadas pela instituição de caridade do Sr. Ratisbonne.

§. Nota 2.

No Talmud e em outras obras dos rabinos, e geralmente na conversa dos judeus, os nomes de Abraão e Jacó são quase sempre acompanhados pela palavra אבינו, "nosso pai". יעקב אבינו, אברהם אבינו. Abraão, nosso pai, Jacó, nosso pai. Não é o mesmo com Isaac. Quase não lemos em livros modernos, יצחק אבינו, Isaac, nosso pai. Ouvimos isso ainda menos dito aos judeus. De onde vem essa exceção para o patriarca que recebeu essa grande Bênção: “e na tua geração serão abençoadas todas as nações da terra” (Gn 26,4)? Acreditamos que foi introduzido desde que os judeus aprenderam que os discípulos de Nosso Senhor consideravam o único filho que Abraão teve "em virtude da promessa" (Gl IV, 23), por Sara, imagem da Igreja, como a figura do único Filho de Deus, oferecido em holocausto sobre a madeira que ele havia tomado sobre si para levá-lo ao Calvário, como Isaac indo ao altar no monte Moria. Pois o termo אב, “Pai”, é uma expressão de respeito e adoração, como vemos em 2 Reis II,12; XIII,14; Jeremias, II,27; III,4-19; Isaías, LXIII,16; LXIV,7; I.Paralip. XXIX,10, e frequentemente nos livros de oração dos judeus, que muitas vezes invocam Deus recordando o Pai, como também encontramos no Novo Testamento, testemunha o Pai Nosso. A palavra אבא, Abba, Pai, do Siríaco, a língua comum dos Judeus na época da primeira Pregação do Evangelho, é tomada no mesmo sentido (ver Marcos, XIV,30; Rom. VIII,15; Galat. IV,6). Referimo-nos, a propósito de Isaac, figura de Jesus Cristo, à nossa Dissertação sobre a invocação dos Santos na Sinagoga, da qual sairá uma segunda edição, "Deo Annuente", após a publicação desta obra.

§. Nota 3.

Isaías 6,9 sqq; "Vai, e dirás a esse Povo; Ouvi o que vós digo, e não o entendais, e vede a visão, e não a conheçais (cf. Comentários de Kimhhi e Aben-Ezra). Obceca o coração deste povo, e ensurdece-lhe os ouvidos, e fecha-lhe os olhos, para que não suceda que veja com seus olhos, e ouça com seus ouvidos, e entenda com seu coração, e se converta, e eu o sare. E eu disse: Até quando, Senhor? E Ele disse: Ate que as cidades fiquem desoladas e sem habitantes, e as casas sem gente, e a terra deserta."

Ibid., xxix, 10 seguintes. "Porque o Senhor espalhou sobre vós um espírito de adormecimento, ele fechará os vossos olhos, cobrirá (com um véu) (כס‎ה‎, texto caldeu מ‎מ‎ר‎) os vossos profetas e príncipes, que tem visões. E a visão de todos eles será para vós como as palavras dum Livro Selado (ספר. Veja Yarhhi, Kimhhi e Aben-Ezra) que, quando o derem a um homem que sabe ler, e lhe digam: Lê esse livro; ele responderá: Não posso, porque está selado."

Jeremias VIII,8-9. "Como dizeis vos: Somos sabios, e a Lei do Senhor está conosco? (Enganai-vos); verdadeiramente o ponteiro Mentiroso dos escribas (veja Kimhi) gravou a Mentira. Os (vossos) sábios estão confundidos, aterrados e presos, porque rejeitaram a Palavra do Senhor, e nenhuma Sabedoria há neles."

- David Paul Drach, "De l'Harmonie entre I'Église et la Synagogue, Tome Premier", Paris, 1844, páginas 90-92.

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[tobuo]

im not a xiv girlie (gn) but i have been obsessed with this little necromancer crypt gremlin since i finished veilguard so here's hoping his lil curly-headed beetle keeping old man smooching face can brighten ur day a bit <3

bad day, bad week, and it's only tuesday :')

i've seen things like this go around so if anyone wants to share pics or cute facts about their wol or OC, i'd love to see them!!

[tamakigf]

it’s a match!

XIV. IM CREAMING

pairing: gojo x gn! reader

warnings: mentions of sex, implied sex having LOL

notes: megumi smau is coming very soon!

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notes:

FINALLY no more slutty gojo

well… yes but no lol

also the way gojo exposed himself by mentioning the nanami date LMFAO

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