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donutsupremacy · 12 days ago

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Accidental Desperation (Pt. II)

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Summary:

"Your roommate finds it hard to sleep at night after their dreams were filled with you, and that caused just enough problems for him in his boxers. It seems like there's no other way to get rid of it but to take the matter into his own hands... literally."

Warnings/Spoilers:

Written during 5.0

Featuring the second half of 6reeze (Kazuha, Heizou, Scara/Wanderer)

Modern AU

Gender neutral reader

Possible impr*gn*tion is up to your own assumption

Scara's gonna be called Scaramouche here bc its modern AU (But if u wanna call him smth else be my guest)

And they were roommates shenanigans

PURE UNADULTERATED SMUT

and a bit of fluff lol why not

⚠️ MINORS DNI ⚠️

M*sturb*tion

Voyeurism (I think)

Wet dreams

Perverted 6reeze j*rking off to lewd pictures of you

Cursing

A bit of sl*t sh*ming + D*cryph*lia (Scara)

Praise + Br**ding k*nk (Kazuha)

Unhinged st*lking + P*nty theft and sniffing (Heizou)

I'll die on the 'Scara has a degration kink' hill

Not proofread bc busy and dying

A/N: wELL BETTER LATE THAN NevER

Continuation from Part I

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⚠️MINORS DNI⚠️

Kaedehara Kazuha

Startled awake, Kazuha sat up abruptly and nearly fell off his bed. Hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, face flushed and eyes blown wide, almost out of his socket. Kazuha quickly got up from his bed and made a beeline to his bathroom.

But no matter how many times he splashed his face with water, snippets of his dream just kept appearing.

He didn't know how to stop himself from repeating this... debauchery. About dreaming you underneath him, whimpering and squirming while he breeds you full of his cum like a desperate wolf in heat.

Tears trailing down your eyes as you struggled to speak or even think, only babbling incoherently while he pumps you full. There's nothing more satisfying than to see you filled to the brim with his load. Possibly filled with his babies too.

Kazuha sat back down on his bed right as his phone lit up, he had received a notification from a friend, but he was more focused on the wallpaper of his lockscreen— a picture of you and Kazuha hanging out at a carnival.

It's cute and wholesome... but in reality, his camera roll was either full of cats or pretty sceneries... Or just you alone. And there were almost millions.

He had shamefully jerked off to every one of them.

The latest one was when you sent him a picture of yourself yesterday, wearing his hoodie and his shorts— something about you feeling cold and you being too lazy to wash your dirty clothes. But all he could think about was you wearing his clothing, your oh-so breedable body bare and naked underneath something he always wore.

With a painful erection, Kazuha stared at the seemingly cute and wholesome picture for a good minute, wishing you would've sent a more explicit one. Or just a nude of yourself, that would be indefinitely better.

He's a gentleman, everyone knows how soft, kind and sweet he is... but he couldn't resist masturbating tonight after dreaming himself fucking your brains out. You were asleep anyways, so might as well, he just had to stay quiet...

Discarding his shorts, Kazuha got to work with lazily pumping himself slowly while glancing at your picture every so often.

He imagines himself thrusting his cock into you, showering you with praises. Oh, he knows you'd definitely enjoy it as much as he does. You would tighten around him like a vicegrip after hearing his sweet words, refusing to let him go until he came inside you. He'd leave you nice and full, peppering you with affection.

Outside his door stood you, you wanted to ask Kazuha if you could borrow his hoodie again, your clothes were dirty again and it was late into the night.

Creeps are everywhere at this hour, even at the laundromat. You weren't about to risk that again.

But as you got closer, you heard stifled gasps and groans, unmistakably Kazuha's. His normally soft-spoken voice was too quiet for you to hear anything else, plus the doors and the walls weren't very thin or soundproof. You wonder if he might be sick, which wouldn't be very likely since he's a healthy guy but you're still worried.

You turned the knob and pushed the door open enough for you to enter, calling out for Kazuha with concern, who was still in the middle of building up his climax. But when he heard your voice in the midst of the quiet room, he froze up.

You're standing there, flustered and confused, eyes trained on his flushed face and his hand around his throbbing cock. Well... shit.

"...Well, ah... Th-This isn't... what it looks like..." Kazuha spoke sheepishly.

No point in hiding himself anymore, it's too late, you already saw him butt naked. And vulnerable.

He did his best to stay calm, apologising for being a degenerate and asking if you could leave so he could clean up after himself. He feels as though he has let you down by disgusting you.

But the sound of you closing the door and approaching him startled Kazuha a little. When he saw you sitting down next to him without a word, he wasn't going to complain at all, his fantasy was coming true. Although, he was still embarrassed.

He knew what you were trying to do, but he protested against it, thinking you probably felt obliged to help him just because he was pent up.

You gently swatted his hand away when he tried to let you know you didn't have to, your hand wrapped around his cock. It twitched under your warmth and Kazuha lets out a shaky gasp, his hips struggling to stay grounded and not cum immediately.

"Please... just let me do it for you instead. I know I don't... need to. But I want to."

Shikanoin Heizou

Not again...

This has been going on ever since you both became roommates and he grew obsessive over you, Heizou goes to sleep and frequently wakes up after dreaming of being in-between your legs, thrusting in and out of you rapidly while you're left desperately clutching the nearest surface with weak and shaky hands.

What is this— the 4th time this week? 5th? Maybe even 6th? Probably, Heizou lost count already. Either way, he woke up. And now he's hard for you.

His morals be damned, he's done this probably a thousand times already and it feels so good everytime. It helps Heizou a lot that he had pictures of you on his phone, but Archons forbid that if you ever found out how he got those pictures, you'd probably report him to the authorities.

You're surprisingly oblivious to your surroundings sometimes, it's easy to just slip right into your bedroom and hide under your bed, watching you undress while you ramble to your friend on the phond about whatever was inconveniencing you.

And whenever you were asleep, he would silently creep out, admiring the way your hair spreads across the pillow and the soft snores you emit.

How he'd wish he could just have his way with you you right then and there, but it wouldn't be fair to you and you wouldn't like it. So, as much as he didn't want to waste the opportunity, he'd place a fleeting kiss on your forehead so you'd have a pleasant dream and leave.

With a picture of you in the middle of taking off your clothes that left your bare torso exposed, and a pair of your underwear he had stole on the way out, Heizou had everything he needed.

Boxers down, your photo in one hand, Heizou eagerly wrapped your underwear around his hard cock and groaned at the feeling. You had such great choices for cute and soft underwear, they certainly suit that ass.

Jerking off, Heizou did his best to muffle his moans and unabashed grunts, the fabric of your underwear giving him the relief that his hands never could.

He picked up the pace, furiously pumping his cock against the fabric of your clothing, his hips lifting up and thrusting into his fist. His tongue darting out to lick his lips, wishing it was you he was thrusting into instead of his hand.

Dirty thoughts fill his head, imaging himself bending you over a desk, an iron grip on your hips strong enough to leave a bruise. Your head pressed against the hard surface but not too hard that it would hurt, enjoying the way Heizou was fucking your brains out. Enjoying the way he handles you so gently, yet, so roughly.

And you, sweet summer child, got woken up from the sound of creaking. You noticed it came from the wall that seperated your room from Heizou's, what was Heizou doing this time?

You swore, every night the creaking gets louder and louder, as if whatever Heizou was doing was slowly breaking his bed that he didn't even realize it.

Getting out from your bed, you dragged yourself across the floor. Out of your room, approaching Heizou's. Admittedly, you're head over heels in love with the charismatic rebel you call your roommate... but you also loved sleeping. And you're dead tired right now. It was past midnight.

You knock on Heizou's door, calling out for him and asking him to save whatever he was doing for tomorrow, stating that he was being noisy.

For a moment, Heizou felt his soul leave his body when he heard your voice and the knock on the door. You're on the other side of the door... He grins. You're on the other side of the door.

Instead of hiding himself or asking you to leave, which you were planning to do once he grew quiet, Heizou slowed down to deny the rising climax he had building up in his abdomen.

He calls for your name.

You stopped in your tracks, raising a brow as you glanced back at Heizou's door. When he called out your name a second time, he didn't just call out— he demanded for your presence in a husky tone. A shiver runs down your spine.

As you open the door, hesitantly peeking in, you were met with Heizou sitting by the edge of his bed. Resting his chin on one arm propped on his knee and the held your underwear, being wrapped around his throbbing cock, slowly pumping up and down.

"Waiting for an invitation? Already gave you one~" Heizou cooed, nodding his head towards his cock. You wouldn't say no, not after how much you often talk about him late at night without realizing he was there.

Despite your initial shock and confusion, you obediently closed the door behind you and approached Heizou.

"Well... what'cha waiting for?" Heizou asked in a teasing tone. As endearing as it is seeing you all flustered and embarrassed, he didn't need to push it so far. Right now, he wanted you to get used to his cock before he rails you.

"Uhm... nothing."

Scaramouche

Damn you. Damn you to absolute hell for being hot. That was the first thing Scaramouche thought of when that cursed dream occured again. Not that he'll admit it to being a blessing in disguise.

Even after taking a freezing cold shower, he finds himself still rock hard.

Drying himself, Scaramouche muttered a string of curses after tossing his now wet towel aside. He's way too horny to go back to bed, and he's much too prideful to masturbate like a damn pervert.

He's sitting on the edge of his bed with his shorts down and his throbbing cock out, he couldn't distract himself. No matter how much he tries, all he could think about was how pretty you'd look with your body spread out and exposed on his bed, like a feast for him and only him to devour.

You'd get so aroused as he teased you with his skillful fingers rubbing your insides, hands roaming across your body as he littered hickeys all over you.

Only when you start to writhe and cry would you begin to beg for Scaramouche to fuck you silly, like his perfect cumslut that you are. He'd pump his cock in and out of you, your face half buried into a pillow with his hand pressing your head down, pretty tears flowing down your red cheeks that he'd lean down and kiss away.

Something about you crying from the overwhelming pleasure while he dominates you just turns him on.

There's this constant nagging in the back of his head, telling him to get rid of the problem with his hands now or he'd stay restless. That, or it's just his hard-on aching for some much needed relief. And it needs it desperately.

So that was where Scaramouche is now; Pumping up and down on his shaft as he occasionally peeked at your photos that he took on his phone.

It was just a picture of you laying your head on his lap, fast asleep and his free hand carressing your head. Had you tilted your head a little more to the side, you would bury your face into his crotch. A part of him regrets not giving you a good awakening by stuffing his cock into your mouth, you wouldn't mind it anyways, would you?

Scaramouche tried to tone down his volume, trying oh so hard to not moan too loudly and wake you up. If you caught him jerking off to you, he'd be utterly embarrassed. His ego was far too fragile for that.

Unfortunately, he didn't realize that you were wide awake, about to head out for a midnight grocery trip. Your little snack stash was about to run low, and the store was just right across the road, you're sure Scaramouche wouldn't fret over this.

You're right, he wouldn't. Not when he's busy pumping himself without realizing you're peeking at him through his bedroom door.

At first, you were surprised and a little mortified at first. Archons forbid, you're looking at a guy jacking off.

But that feeling was soon replaced by a disgusting wave of arousal as you heard the indigo haired male barely wheeze out your name. He was close to his climax, and it was because of you.

As much as you wanted to stop, you can't. It's oddly addictive... to see your annoying but hot roommate touching himself to the thought of you, even to the edge of cumming.

Strings of white, hot cum splattered onto Scaramouche's bed, heavy and erratic panting filling his otherwise quiet bedroom. He slumped back down onto his bed, running a hand through his hair.

However, his brief moment of ecstasy and relief was abruptly interrupted when he heard a click from his door. "What—!?" A red tinge appears on his cheeks and ears, hearing your voice mutter out a 'shit!' when you accidentally closed the door too loudly. This damn door keeps snitching on you!

"[NAME]!" You froze outside his door, he's pissed. Very pissed.

As much as you'd like to make a break for it, you knew confrontation was inevitable.

You mustered up as much courage as you could, hesitantly opening the door and taking a step inside. You were caught off guard as a hand grabs the collar of your shirt and getting tugged harshly, your back hitting against the wall next to the door.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Dazed as you were, that voice was unmistakably Scaramouche's. And you bit your tongue to stop yourself from blurting out a yes. "Voyeurism kink, eh? How much more of a slut can you be?"

You stiffened when Scaramouche leaned closer, his breathing ragged and sweat glistening off his skin. Heat pooling in your abdomen, you swallowed thickly as his breath tickled against your nose.

A whimper leaves your throat as the only reply you had, oh... ohh he loved that sound so much... "Cat got your tongue now?" He sneered, letting go of your collar and swiftly lifted one of your legs up to his waist, forcing you to grab onto his shoulders for balance.

"How 'bout you show me how much you like the free show?" He purred, his free hand on your waist, tugging you closer.

"...F-Fine."

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riche90210 · 7 months ago

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All done by AI. #AISTORY

## The Enchanted Masquerade

**Part I: The Invitation**

In the heart of Port of Spain, where the vibrant colors of Carnival danced through the streets, there existed a hidden realm known only to a select few. It was a place where reality and magic intertwined—the Enchanted Masquerade.

The invitation arrived on a moonless night, carried by a gentle breeze that whispered secrets to those who listened. It bore no name, only an intricate mask sketched in gold ink. The recipient, a Chinese man named Li Wei, puzzled over its origins. He had never heard of such an event, but curiosity tugged at his soul.

**Part II: The Grand Hall**

Li Wei arrived at the grand hall, its entrance concealed behind an ancient banyan tree. The air hummed with anticipation as guests in elaborate costumes glided past him. Cats adorned in sequined vests, their eyes gleaming like emeralds, welcomed him. They were the audience—the silent observers of the masquerade.

Inside, the ballroom shimmered with crystal chandeliers, casting rainbows upon the marble floor. Li Wei's eyes widened as he beheld the spectacle. The walls bore murals of wolves in ballet poses, their grace immortalized in brushstrokes. The stage stood empty, awaiting its performer.

**Part III: The Wolf in Disguise**

Li Wei donned his mask—a porcelain wolf with delicate whiskers—and stepped onto the stage. His heart raced as the spotlight found him. The audience of cats watched, their tails swaying in rhythm. He wondered how they knew he was the dancer they sought.

The music began—a haunting melody that echoed through his bones. Li Wei moved, his limbs fluid, as if guided by unseen hands. His ballet shoes whispered against the floor, and he spun, leaped, and twirled. The wolf within him awakened, yearning for freedom.

**Part IV: The Callaloo Feast**

Mid-dance, the curtains parted, revealing a banquet table laden with exotic dishes. At its center sat a steaming bowl of callaloo—a Trinidadian delicacy. Li Wei's hunger surged, and he descended from the stage. The cats followed, their eyes never leaving him.

He tasted the callaloo—a symphony of flavors: spinach, okra, coconut milk, and secret spices. Each spoonful transported him—to the bustling streets of Port of Spain, to memories of his grandmother's kitchen. Tears blurred his vision as he danced and ate, lost in a world where time held no sway.

**Part V: The Revelation**

As the night waned, Li Wei's strength waned too. The cats gathered around him, their purrs like lullabies. One stepped forward—a Siamese with wise eyes.

"You are the Wolf-Ballerina," she said. "The one who bridges our worlds. Tonight, you danced for both humans and animals, nourishing our spirits."

Li Wei removed his mask, revealing tear-streaked cheeks. "Why me?"

The Siamese purred. "Because you carry the stories of your ancestors—their dances, their cuisines. You are the embodiment of unity."

And so, Li Wei danced until dawn, his heart overflowing with gratitude. As the sun rose, the cats vanished, leaving only the memory of their enchantment.

And the Enchanted Masquerade? It faded into legend, whispered by those who believed in magic—a place where wolves pirouetted, cats applauded, and callaloo tasted like home.

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*Note: The Enchanted Masquerade is a figment of imagination, but perhaps, just perhaps, it exists beyond the veil of our reality.* 🌟🎭🌿

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opinions-about-tiaras · 2 years ago

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Were the Blackfyre Rebellions at all justified, in your opinion?

Excellent question!

I'm going to take a somewhat different tack than @racefortheironthrone has done in his own answer to this question here.

I'll put my cards on the table right at the beginning: fuck House Blackfyre. But you probably want a lot more than that. So first, lets define terms here:

For me, for a rebellion to be justified in the context of Westeros, you have to answer three questions.

First, what are the grievances of those rebelling? Two different actors in the same rebellion can have different grievances or no grievance at all; some are purely opportunistically venal. Someone raising rebellion against tyranny and oppression is justified; someone doing it to get paid or for power is not, even if they're taking part in the precise same uprising.

Second, how grounded in reality are these grievances, and what ability and responsibility do those holding them have to discern this?

Third, are these grievances sufficient to justify the war, wrack, and ruin caused by raising swords in rebellion against the Iron Throne?

So lets take these in order:

So let’s take the Blackfyre Rebellions in order:

First Blackfyre: I'm going to be blunt; there just isn't any there there.

The only way the First Blackyre could be at all justified is if those participants really, truly believed that Daemon was Aegon IV's eldest legitimate child and that Daeron II was the Dragonknight's bastard. That is the grievance they present to the kingdom at large; that Daeron has usurped the throne.

And that's a lie. That's a nakedly transparent, opportunistic lie, perpetrated by Daemon, Bittersteel, Daemon's children, and their sundry supporters. It is a grievance not grounded in reality. When you're predicating your entire rebellion, something that is going to soak the kingdom in blood, on a lie, you are probably not about to embark upon a justified course of action.

The actual grievance of Daemon Blackfyre and Bittersteel seems to have been "fuck you, we want the throne, and we're tough enough to take it, 'cos Daemon is the Conquerer come again and Daeron is a bookish loser."

So you have a terrible grievance that is nowhere near sufficient to justify the war it is going to cause.

Others who backed the black dragon were motivated by anti-Dornish animus, a feeling of resentment that as part of his deal to bring Dorne into the realm peacefully, Daeron II had given away too much, was showing them too much favor. The problem there is that even if this is true (and it doesn't appear to be; Daeron seems to have ruled fairly and with an even hand, which means someone hewing to this is bad at discerning reality) it does not, in my eyes, rise to the level of justifying rebellion, especially given the hypocrisy involved.

Aegon IV's reign was a carnival of misrule from stem to stern, and yet his lords remained loyal to him. For lords who bent the knee to Aegon IV without deciding he needed to be deposed in a war to suddenly declare that Daeron II is not just an incompetent, but SO incompetent, ruling so poorly, has served the realm so badly, that their oaths to him mean nothing makes me think "those lords are either liars, or so idiotic that it rises to a level rendering them unfit for their station rather than Daeron."

The First Blackfyre was not at all justified. It was an act of greedy, malicious usurpation from top to bottom. The very best people involved in it were people like Ser Eustace Osgrey... and Ser Eustace freely admits that he violated his oaths to the Iron Throne based more or less on vibes and on Daemon's rock-hard abs. If those are your best, what are your worst like?

Second Blackfyre: This one comes so close but doesn't quite make the mark.

The conditions abroad in the land at the time of the Second Blackfyre are absolutely sufficient for a justified rebellion. Bloodraven is ruling poorly while Aerys declines to rule at all and Maekar sulks at Summerhall. Bloodraven, in fact, is not only ruling poorly, but is abrogating all sorts of traditional freedoms, establishing to the best of his power a pre-modern police state, and most critical of all, he is not defending the Realm.

There is already a rebellion against the Iron Throne taking place at this time; Dagon Greyjoy has betrayed his oaths, placed himself outside of the King's Justice, and is making war upon Westeros. And the Iron Throne's response to this is... nothing. Neglect. They don't invest their Wardens of the North, South, and West with power and authority to deal with this. They don't dispatch Maekar to organize a counterstroke. They basically declare its a problem for the Lords Paramount and then do jack all.

ASOIAF has taught us one crucial, vital requirement that any who would seek to sit the Iron Throne must fulfill:

The king defends the kingdom. Or he is no king at all.

Aerys and Bloodraven are not fulfilling this most basic test of kingship.

So you have all the ingredients for an entirely justified rebellion.

There's only one problem here, which is that the ringleaders don't actually give a shit about any of this.

Some of their followers do, the hedge knights we see at the wedding, and of course people like Glendon Ball. They have legitimate grievances and if they were to raise their swords for the reasons enumerated above, that would absolutely be a justified rebellion.

The ringleaders, though? Well... almost to a man, they seem to basically be motivated by greed and resentment. To the extent they actually care about Bloodraven's misrule and the various problems plaguing Westeros, its only because that opens the way to the throne for them.

Gormon Peake doesn't give a shit that the ironborn are raiding up and down the kingdom and despoiling the land. What Gormon Peake gives a shit about is getting his castles back. Lord Butterwell is little better and is a coward to boot. Daemon is somewhat better than his mentors, but frankly he doesn't much seem to care either; he is courteous and chivalrous and even to an extent just, and under other circumstances might have made a good king... but his motivation to the throne isn't much deeper than "that throne is mine by rights." I have trouble believing in any more noble or altruistic motive than this.

So the Second Blackfyre rebellion could have been justified... but the actual rebellion we got wasn't, I don't think.

Third Blackfyre: This is basically the Second, but even less justified. Bloodraven has righted the ship of state by this point, but even if he hadn't, House Blackfyre, again, seems to have little more motivation for wanting the throne than "we wants it, precious." There is no indication of any better justification for it than that.

Fourth Blackfyre: Oddly, this might be the best-justified of all the Blackfyre Rebellions!

The end of the Third Blackfyre and the treatment of Aenys Blackfyre (the dude Bloodraven suckered to King's Landing and then murdered) involved shocking breaches of honor on the part of House Targaryen that they made zero attempt to apologize for or to make amends for. House Targaryen had, finally, at long last, provided House Blackfyre with both a legitimate grievance that is ALSO a grievance they care about. It is not at all unjustified to rise in rebellion against people who have proven repeatedly that even if you bend the knee, they're just going to thank you for making it that much easier to strike your head off.

The main issue here, though, in a practical sense, is that this grievance is a personal one between two families that not a lot of other folks are going to care about. This is a problem if you're the less-powerful family, which House Blackfyre is, by a LOT. By this point the "rebellion" is more in the nature of a private war, the royal equivalent of the Brackens and Blackwoods going at it.

The Fourth Blackfyre is very, very narrowly justified. However, its justified in the sense that this a legitimate feud between the two Houses (finally.) Its political justifications are... on somewhat less firm footing. Westeros has now gone through four supposedly illegitimate kings since the black dragon standard was raised, and Aegon V, critically, has the imprimatur of a Great Council.

That's important. The lords of Westeros collectively took counsel with one another and declared that Aegon V Targaryen would be their king. The Blackfyres can no longer claim that House Targaryen occupies its throne by dint of tyranny and force of arms while the lords of the realm sew black dragon banners and secretly toast the memory of Daemon. This political fact makes the larger rebellion harder to justify.

The War of the Ninepenny Kings: Ahahahahahahahaha. Not even a Blackfyre Rebellion, and I won't dignify it with the name!

At this point they're just brigands.

So yeah, those are the Blackfyre Rebellions. In my mind, the poisoned fruit of the first go-round corrupted the entire enterprise going forward; House Blackfyre's first rising was founded out of ambition, pride, greed, and resentment. It should come as no surprise that the fruit of this tree was not sweet.

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lboogie1906 · 1 month ago

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Nel Ust Wyclef Jean (October 17, 1969) is a Haitian and American rapper and musician. He immigrated to the US with his family. He was a founding member, co-producer, and guitarist of The Fugees. They released the albums Blunted on Reality and The Score, the latter becoming one of the best-selling albums of all time. He would follow this with the release of his first solo studio album, Wyclef Jean Presents The Carnival, which contains the top ten hit “Gone Till November”.

He was featured on “No, No, No”. He co-wrote the singles “My Love Is Your Love” and “Maria Maria”. His second solo album The Ecleftic: 2 Sides II a Book, included the song “911” and was certified platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America. His third album Masquerade, peaked within the top ten on the Billboard 200 chart. He was featured on the US Billboard Hot 100 #1 single “Hips Don’t Lie”. His sixth studio album Carnival Vol. II: Memoirs of an Immigrant, spawned the single “Sweetest Girl (Dollar Bill)”. He performed his single “Dar um Jeito (We Will Find a Way)”, at the closing ceremony for the 2014 FIFA World Cup in Brazil.

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He was born in Croix-des-Bouquets. He began to make music as a child, and as a teen, his mother, having recognized his musical talent, bought him a guitar. He graduated from Newark’s Vailsburg High School and enrolled for one semester at Five Towns College. He enrolled in the Berklee College of Music to pursue his diploma.

He had a relationship with Lauryn Hill. He married Marie Claudinette (1994) a designer for Fusha.

One of his cousins is Raymond Alcide Joseph, a political activist. It #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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yashvitours · 7 months ago

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Who's Who In The DC Universe #2: Balloon Buster, Baron Bedlam, Baron Blitzkrieg, Baron Winters, the Barren Earth, and Bat Lash

Balloon Buster by Joe Kubert

Steven Henry Savage, Jr was born and raised in Mustang River, Wyoming

Trained by his poverty-stricken father to be a consummate marksman

Enlisted in the Army Air Corps at the onset of World War I

Repeatedly disobeyed orders, breaking formation to attack and destroy the German combat balloons, earning the nickname “Balloon Buster”

His commanding officer, Major Michaels, continually sought to court-martial Savage, General Talbot of High Command applauded his actions and demanded he be kept in combat

Savage was one of the most aggressive warriors of the first World War often dueled with his counterpart, Germany’s Enemy Ace

I never read much of the war comics from the various companies. I will say Enemy Ace received the cooler nickname. Balloon Buster had one post-Crisis appearance in a Batman comic James Robinson, writer of Starman and The Golden Age, tied the Balloon Buster to several previous DC characters. Matt “Trail Boss” Savage became the father of Brian “Scalphunter” Savage who became the father of Steven Henry Savage (no longer a Jr). Trail Boss and Scalphunter were stars of DC’s western comics. Robinson loved connecting various characters into a legacy line (read Starman to see how he connects all “Starmen” from Ted Knight to Thom Kallor into a single Starman legacy). The Wild West was circa the 1860s and World War II was 1914 – 1918, so Scalphunter could have fathered Balloon Buster. All three characters were marksmen so it works.

Baron Bedlam by Jim Aparo

Frederick DeLamb was the son of the regent installed upon the Markovian throne by the Nazis during World War II

DeLamb’s father exploited the position to enrich himself

Allied forces restored King Victor Markov to the throne near the end of the World War II

The DeLambs fled Markovia and amassed a fortune in an as-yet-undisclosed manner

Frederick DeLamb, calling himself Baron Bedlam, returned to Markovia, and attempted a coup to put himself on the throne

Baron Bedlam’s coup was thwarted by Brion Markov (aka Geo-Force) and members of the newly formed Outsiders

Frederick was captured by the Markovian people and is presumably dead or in prison

Well, Bedlam wasn’t dead as I remember seeing him in an Infinity Inc/Outsiders crossover I read. I don’t remember seeing Bedlam in any comics after the 1980s but its likely he made further appearances in the various Outsiders series. Bedlam with an updated origin featured in the Young Justice season (3?) that focused on Brion, Tara, and Halo.

Baron Blitzkrieg by Rich Hoberg & Tanghal

A Prussian nobleman who was made a concentration camp commandment.

A ruthless administrator who incurred the hatred of his prisoners.

A newly arrived inmate threw a vial of acid at him which quickly destroyed his features.

Hitler used the opportunity to have his scientists begin months of experimentation on the man.

The Prussian nobleman was transformed into a human fighting machine, a new tool for Hitler’s plan for world conquest.

The Baron battled the World’s Finest, the All-Star Squadron, and Wonder Woman.

Like Two Face, Blitzkrieg’s face was disfigured by acid. The difference is Two-Face is an interesting character. I don’t think the Baron has been seen since the 1980s and I don’t see him making a reappearance any time soon.

Baron Winters by Gene Colan & Bob Smith

Little is known of the Baron’s early days. He is said to have been a carnival baker, a teacher, a wizard, a writer, a king, and more.

He studied in another reality where he broke the laws by falling in love with another student, Katrina.

Their short-lived union produced a son, Gowan, who for centuries hade his father’s uncaring attitudes.

Winters maintains he’s been an advisor to emperors, warriors, and barbarians.

He has settled in Georgetown, Washington DC, and deals with the arcane arts.

He formed a group called the Night Force.

His mansion is connected to a “time-stream” that allows him to move from one century to the next.

Rarely leaves his mansion, preferring to remain inside with his cat, Merlin. Only leaving to solve mysteries that pique his interest.

Katrina and Gowan have come to live with the Baron along with Alice Jones, a time-displaced woman from the 1930s.

I feel for the Baron – I too would prefer to remain at home with my cats and books. I have a vague memory of reading a Baron Winters appearance in the 1980s – perhaps in the Swamp Thing storyline that involved multiple magic users. Maybe with Madame Xanadu? Another character that hasn’t been seen in a while but a talented writer could have fun with the Baron.

The Barren Earth by Ron Randall

Far in the future, the sun cooled and expanded, becoming a red giant.

Most of humanity fled to the stars but some remained, protected from the devastation by the walls of D’Roz, a floating city.

Mastering techniques which greatly expanded their longevity, these “Old Ones” embarked on a genetic engineering program.

They repopulated the Earth with new life-forms fierce and hardy enough to thrive in the blasted environment.

Two genetically altered human variants stood at the pinnacle of this ecosystem.

The first was the Harahashan, nomadic hordes of lizard-like men that lived in the desserts.

The second species were the fungoid Mulge who lived in the deep recesses of the earth.

Meanwhile, the humanity who had fled to the stars encountered the Qlov, an implacable insect-like species.

Humanity retreated to the “Barren Earth” to build starship bases.

The war passed Earth by, and the garrisons of human left behind fell into barbarism.

Two thousand years later, the Earth battles the Qlov again.

The human empire dispatched an expedition to reactivate the old star bases on Earth.

The ship was attacked by the Qlov and only one human survivor reached the surface of the “Barren Earth” – Jinal ne Comarr.

Jinal assembled a multi-racial band to unite the warring tribes of the planet.

It is not known if she succeeded in her quest or if the anticipated Qlov invasion happened.

This entry is more of a setting than a character. As far as I know, the “Barren Earth” hasn’t been seen since the 1980s. It’s a setting that any of the DC time travellers – Booster Gold, Rip Hunter, ect – could encounter in one of their journeys through time.

Bat Lash by Dave Gibbons

Bartholomew Aloysious Lash was raised to be tough by his farmer father but cultured by his educated mother.

When his parents were swindled out of their farms, Bart sought justice as he had been taught.

Forced to kill a crooked deputy, he was branded a murderer.

Bart discovered his parents and the woman he loved had been killed while his home burned down in flames.

Bart left his sister and his girlfriend, Betsy, at a convent for protection.

Bart took to the road, pursuing vengeance.

Cue lots of “Wild West” adventures while pursuing his parents’ killer.

Bat Lash, along with Jonah Hex, Tomahawk, Scalphunter, Cinnamon, etc was one of DC’s Western heroes. He still makes occasional appearances and I seem to remember that Bat Lash had a miniseries in the 2010s.

#DC Comics #DCU #Balloon Buster #Enemy Ace #Baron Bedlam #Outsiders #Geo-Force #Baron Blitzkrieg #All-Star Squadron #Bron Winters #Night Force #Barren Earth #Jinal ne Comarr #Bat Lash #Who's Who In The DC Universe

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Top 5 Surrealist Painters of All Time

Surrealism, an art movement born in the early 20th century, sought to bridge the gap between dreams and reality, delving into the subconscious mind to create visuals that stirred emotions and provoked thought. While surrealism expanded into literature, film, and sculpture, it remains most closely associated with the visual arts. The following are the top 5 surrealist painters whose works have become emblematic of this movement.

Salvador Dalí (1904-1989)

Notable Works: "The Persistence of Memory," "Swans Reflecting Elephants," and "Christ of Saint John of the Cross."

Contribution: Dalí, with his flamboyant personality and unmistakable mustache, is perhaps the most iconic surrealist artist. His meticulous painting technique rendered dreamlike scenarios with photographic precision. Dalí's eccentricity was not limited to his art; it permeated his entire persona, making him a living embodiment of surrealism.

René Magritte (1898-1967)

Notable Works: "The Son of Man," "The Treachery of Images (This is Not a Pipe)," and "The Human Condition."

Contribution: The Belgian artist Magritte is renowned for his thought-provoking images that challenge our perceptions of reality. His works often juxtapose ordinary objects in unexpected contexts, forcing the viewer to question the nature of existence and the boundaries between reality and imagination.

Joan Miró (1893-1983)

Notable Works: "The Harlequin's Carnival," "Birth of the World," and "Blue II."

Contribution: The Spanish artist Miró created a unique visual language using abstract forms and playful symbols. His works, often described as a sandbox for the subconscious mind, are characterized by bright colors and organic shapes. Miró's style evolved over the years, but his fascination with dreams and the cosmos remained consistent.

Max Ernst (1891-1976)

Notable Works: "The Elephant Celebes," "Two Children are Threatened by a Nightingale," and "The Robing of the Bride."

Contribution: German-born Ernst was a true innovator, experimenting with various techniques like frottage (rubbing), grattage (scraping), and collage. His works are a blend of abstraction and figuration, often imbued with a sense of mystery and enigma. Ernst's art is a testament to his belief in the boundless potential of the unconscious mind.

Frida Kahlo (1907-1954)

Notable Works: "The Two Fridas," "Self-Portrait with Thorn Necklace and Hummingbird," and "The Broken Column."

Contribution: While many might not classify Kahlo strictly as a surrealist, her works undeniably contain surrealistic elements. Drawing from personal experiences, including her tumultuous relationship with Diego Rivera and her own physical sufferings, Kahlo's paintings are a raw exploration of identity, post-colonialism, gender, and race. André Breton, a leading surrealist, described Kahlo's work as "a ribbon around a bomb."

These artists, each with their unique voice, significantly shaped the surrealist movement. Their legacies continue to inspire contemporary artists, urging them to explore the boundaries of reality and dream, conscious and unconscious.

#surrealism

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Civ 6 Tickle Headcanons Pt. 45: Pedro II

Pedro II: Ler

Pedro normally wants to be the one who recruits as many great-people as possible. Given this, and their unique district of the street carnival, I'd like to imagine Pedro being a party-planner, always loving to be the one at the center of attention, knowing they're the one providing such gaiety to everyone in the forms of all the unique tickle fun their great people help come up with.

They're one of the big inspirations for Elizabeth, as they both understand the value of great people, and great friends in creating tickling experiences worth remembering.

The other's tend to go to Pedro for help setting up special occasions. Every once in a while though, if Pedro can round everyone up, they'll organize parties entirely of their own. They naturally focus on all the wonderful spoils of their great peo- TICKLES.

(This is based purely off of their appearances and special attributes as CIV 6 characters, and not off of their traits as actual historical figures. I do this for the sake of drawing a line between reality and fiction, as it feels simply wrong to enforce a separate narrative of my own onto real people.)

#tickling #tickle community #tword community #tk community #tickle concept #tickle headcanons #civ 6 #civ vi #Civ 6 tickle headcanon

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THE LAST DANCE

#artists on tumblr #inanimate insanity #inanimate insanity fanart #ii spoilers #ii suitcase #ii balloon #ii s2 ep16 #ii fanart #ii reality carnival #alternate universe #humanization #gijinka

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Best Destination wedding Planner in jaipur, Event Planner

Weddings are special occasions, and the right event planner can make all the difference. After all, who better to help you plan the perfect event than someone who knows exactly what they’re doing? In this blog post, we will introduce you to some of the best destination Wedding Planner in Jaipur. From dreamy ceremonies to luxurious receptions, these professionals will take care of every detail for you and your guests.

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Jaipur is one of the most popular destinations for wedding ceremonies in India. The city has a rich history as well as a plethora of attractions that can make your wedding day unforgettable. Here are some of the best things to do in Jaipur if you are planning a wedding:

Visit the City Palace

The City Palace is one of Jaipur's most iconic tourist attractions. The palace was built by Maharaja Sawai Jai Singh II in 1727 and is home to numerous important art collections, including works by Raja Ravi Varma. The palace also contains several opulent ballrooms that can be used for wedding ceremonies.

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Jaipur is a city with a rich culture and history. Some of the popular tourist destinations in Jaipur are the City Palace, Amber Fort, Hawa Mahal and Nahargarh Fort. Jaipur also has a number of cultural events that are worth attending. The city hosts music festivals such as the Jaipur Literature Festival, Theatre Festivals like Chinar International Theatre Festival and Film Festivals like Jaipur International Film Festival. There are also food festivals such as the Lipi Lipi Carnival, Bakri Bazaar Carnival and City Durga Puja celebrations.

How to Plan a Destination Wedding in Jaipur

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1.research local festivals and events that coincide with your wedding date. This will help you choose which venues or neighborhoods to visit.

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3.choose a wedding planner who knows the city well and can recommend vendors and venues that fit your style and budget.

4.ensure all paperwork is in order, including obtaining marriage licenses, guest lists, and RSVPs.

5.have fun! A Destination Wedding in Jaipur should be an enjoyable experience for all involved - from the bride and groom to their guests

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❝ the beach ❞ — n.rk

📁 ... !? pairing. niki x fem!reader | wc. 2.3k | genre. angst-fluff | note. this is part ii of leaving tonight. it’s inspired by the song the beach by 'the neighbourhood'

if i told you that i loved you, tell me, what would you say?

eventually, you did learn why he had done it. why niki disappeared completely from your life. he had gone to participate in a survival show, pursuing his dreams of becoming an idol.

you could remember all the times he had expressed his love for dancing and being on a stage, his face bright as he talked. so, when your mom told you he had made it in the final debut line-up, you had so many mixed emotions. a sense of pride, yes, but that was soon overcome by agony when you realized that you weren’t present in his life anymore. you couldn’t congratulate him or even tell him how proud you were of him. not anymore. not after you had fucked up your relationship with him.

i’m sick, and i’m tired too

in the first few months without him, to say you were miserable was an understatement. it wasn’t until he left that you realized just how much you relied on him as your only close friend. you stopped going out, stopped trying to make new friends at school. no one could replace the empty feeling niki had left you with when he abandoned you and went to south korea.

but, as time went on, you learned to accept what had happened, whether you liked it or not. he wasn’t coming back, and you needed to allow yourself to succumb to that truth, even if it left a big, gaping hole in your chest.

if i told you that i hated you, would you go away?

about a year after niki had left and made his dreams a reality, you had done what past you had thought impossible; you left the memory of him behind.

at the beginning of the new school year, you had managed to branch out, talk around and make new friends. although there was no way you would ever feel as close to anyone who wasn’t niki, it did help heal your wounds. you went out again, taking the time to enjoy what life gave you and ignoring what it took. so, after a long day out with one of your new friends, legs sore from walking around for hours, and hands full of carnival prizes, the smile on your face faltered when you saw the foreign car parked in your driveway.

“who’s that?” your friend asked, gesturing toward the black vehicle.

you shook your head, starting towards your house again. “i don’t know. i’ll fill you in later, though.”

she nodded before waving goodbye, watching to make sure you made it through the front house before continuing on to her own home just down the street.

you make me feel little how you’re looking at me

“mom?! i’m home!” you called as you shut the door behind you, slipping your tennis shoes off at the door. dumping the small trinkets near your shoes, you repeated yourself. “mom?”

you heard shuffling and hushed voices before your mom answered, “in the living room, honey!”

wearing a look of skepticism, you approached your living room, expression faltering when you stepped on the carpet. you didn’t know where to look first; at your mom or the blond boy sharing a loveseat with his own mother.

“what are you doing here?” the words came out harsher—and much quicker—than intended, but you didn’t care as you looked at nishimura riki with repulsion.

when he locked eyes with you, though, you couldn’t help but suddenly feel small under his gaze. he was different. much different than when you last saw him.

your mother said your name sternly, making you snap your attention to her, quickly mumbling an apology. to whom, exactly, you weren’t sure.

niki stood from his spot, and it was then that you saw just how tall he had become. it made you take a step back.

“i’m gonna go get some air,” you said hastily, not giving anyone a chance to object as you turned and headed for the front door.

you heard niki call out your name, but you had already grabbed your shoes and left, not stopping to put them on until you were halfway down your driveway.

this can’t be happening, you thought to yourself, the same four words repeating in your head over and over again. this can’t be happening.

i’ve been calling you a friend, i might need to give it up

you didn’t know where you were walking to, all that mattered at the moment was getting away from your house. you had finally moved on. you were happy. so why did niki have to come back and make all that you had built up come crumbling down?

pulling on the edge of your shirt, you silently cursed yourself for not grabbing a hoodie on the way out. it would be dark out soon, and when the sun went down so did the temperature.

muttering something about how stupid you were, you paused in your tracks, blinking at your surroundings. by some instinct your body had led you to the park. the same one you had been headed to when you had slipped up with niki. ever since he left, you never set foot here afterward.

“why here of all places?” you muttered to yourself, hesitantly deciding to continue further. you were already here, and you had nothing better to do.

fallin’ again, i need a pick-me-up

as you walked on the pavement that wound through the bushes and trees, you smiled a little as fireflies began to appear. and although the sun was slowly, but surely, going down, goosebumps beginning to spread across your skin, you felt a sense of nostalgia. the park held more memories than you’d ever care to admit.

coming upon a swing set, your mind instantly went to the time in fourth grade when the neighborhood bully had shoved niki off of the swing. it would have been as bad as it sounded had you not stepped in and defended him.

you remembered how the mean little boy had looked so bewildered that you could ever put yourself in front of someone like niki. even niki had looked stunned. after all, the two of you hadn’t become friends yet; you had only ever glanced at each other from across the elementary classroom at the time.

but, regardless of knowing so little about each other, you still stuck up for him. and you continued to do so throughout the course of your friendship.

so, as you walked over and sat down, the chains squeaking from years of built-up rust, you let yourself cry.

i need you here with me, but we’re out in the open

you heard his footsteps before you saw him.

niki was wordless as he approached you, grass and sticks crunching underneath his shoes before he took a seat on the swing to your right.

it was quiet for a short moment, the night finally making its presence known as lamps across the park flickered on.

“you know it’s not safe to be out here all alone, right?” niki finally said, his voice slicing through the evident tension.

you didn’t look at him. not yet, anyway. “and i suppose that’s your way of saying i need you?”

as the two of you transitioned from elementary to middle school, you found that it was you who needed to be protected. not niki, of course, who somehow grew to be acquaintances with so many people despite being so introverted.

the girls in your classes always picked on you for not having anyone besides niki. they had even convinced you one day that he hated you. that he was only your friend out of pity. looking back at it now, you laugh at the memory; you were the one who had befriended him, not the other way around.

“it’s more the other way around, really,” you heard niki mumble after a deep sigh.

“oh don’t do that,” you snapped, finally turning your head towards him. “don’t pretend that everything’s normal when it’s not.”

niki’s brown eyes met yours, his brows furrowed in confusion. he mentally noted the wet tear tracks on your cheeks. “i’m not pretending like everything’s alright.”

“yes. yes you are,” you said. “you act as though you didn’t just disappear and go to korea for a year.”

“look,” niki started, “i’m sorry, alright? you always told me to follow my dreams and that’s what i did. that’s what i’m doing.”

“oh, now you’re sorry? seems a little late for apologies, don’t you think?” you said between your teeth. you couldn’t believe this conversation was even happening.

i feel it burning me, i feel it burning you

niki shot up, taking a long stride in your direction. “then what do you want me to say? huh? i can’t take back what i did, and for that, i am truly sorry.”

you shrunk under his gaze, leaning forward and resting your elbows on your thighs as you cradled your head. your hair shielded your peripheral vision as you looked down at your jeans.

“you left me,” you whispered, more tears beginning to gush down your face.

“what?”

“you left me!” you shouted, standing from your spot on the swing set. walking up to him, you jabbed at his chest with a finger. “you left me…and i didn’t even get an explanation as to why. for months i was miserable. can you imagine what that was like? to have your only friend cut all ties with you after you had confessed your feelings for them? i didn’t even see you at school. i was worried…until i learned that you were fine and dandy in fucking south korea dancing your heart away looking as if you had moved on. as if i was just something you could toss to the side like a piece of garbage.”

there was a beat of silence before you added, “so don’t come back here acting as if you missed me. because i know damn well you didn’t.”

“but i did,” he protested immediately. “i had to get a new phone and number, plus we weren’t allowed to have any ties to the outside world on the show.”

you shook your head, not sure whether to believe him or not.

“those sound like shitty excuses,” you decided quickly.

you turned to walk away, maybe to go back home, you didn’t know but stopped when niki grabbed your wrist.

“listen to me,” he begged, a longing in his eyes as he stared down at you. “i’m telling you the truth. and the truth is i liked you too. or, like. all i know is i just want to be with you.”

looking up at him, you let yourself relax in his grip, face going slack. “why didn’t you tell me that a year ago?”

“because i knew you would’ve reacted the exact same way if i confessed my feelings and then suddenly left with no explanation,” he said truthfully. “and the difference between the two scenarios is that you’re talking to me right now.”

“i had decided that i hated you,” you admitted to him. “it made it easier to stop thinking about you.”

“i never stopped thinking about you,” he countered. “i can't recall a day that you weren’t on my mind. and again, i am sorry for abandoning you. i promise i will never do it again.”

as the words left his mouth he pulled you closer, engulfing you in a hug. you stilled against him, for some reason still trying to debate whether he was real, right here in front of you, and offering something he had deprived you of for a year.

brushing off your doubts, you wrapped your arms around his middle and just let the moment be.

“you still have to go back, though,” you realized quicker than you would have liked.

niki took a deep breath. “that doesn’t mean we still can’t be together. we can talk, and i’ll visit for the holidays.”

pulling back, you said, “when do you leave?”

“a week from now,” he answered reluctantly. he regretted it when he watched you inhale out of panic. “hey, hey, hey! listen, we’ve got a week until i leave for a few months, but i’ll be back. i promise. we can spend every single day that i’m here together if you wish. think of it as making up for all the time we lost, alright?”

you nodded, though some of his words blurred together in your mind. locking eyes with him, you said, “if you ever leave me with no explanation like that again i will never forgive you, understand? i was not lying when i said i had fully convinced myself i hated you for doing what you did.”

a muscle ticked in niki’s jaw. “i understand.”

“good,” you sighed, pulling back completely from him. you instantly missed his warmth, though, when a strong gust of wind bristled around you, making you instinctively shiver.

“you’re cold,” niki observed aloud before beginning to tug the black hoodie he was wearing off his tall frame.

“no- what are you doing, you’ll be cold then,” you told him, shaking your head in protest.

“maybe, but i have a long-sleeve underneath,” he said, shoving the article of clothing into your hands. when you tried to hand it back, he added, “i will put it over your head for you if you don’t do it yourself.”

you made a noise of defeat before looking from the hoodie to niki. “although your appearance has changed, your heart hasn’t.”

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?” niki asked as you pulled the hoodie over your head.

“means that you’re still the same little boy who only looks out for others and never thinks about himself,” you said, adjusting the fabric around you as you spoke. the air you were breathing suddenly smelled so strongly of him.

niki snorted. “was that supposed to be a compliment?”

“take it as you want,” you said with a shrug, taking his hand and starting down the sidewalk you had used to get to the swing set. “now come on, our moms are probably worried sick.”

laughing, niki let you pull him along. he hadn’t felt as happy as he currently did in a while. sure, he had been more than delighted to make the final line-up in enhypen, but that was a different type of pleasure. it was the kind you felt when you made the impossible, well, possible. but this...this was the feeling of passion, of love. and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 2 years ago

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Aot one shots 1

{ Aot one shots II O to Z }

{"Avance donc poltron" By Charles Van Den Eycken, 1859-1923}

{ A to M }

Armin Artler

1. Romance : General headcanons about a romantic relationship with him in a modren world.

2. Summer : General headcanons about the things he'd like in a modeen world summer whilst you're together.

3. First date : headcanons about going on a date with him to a modern carnival fair.

4. Crush : How he'd act when he's deeply crushing after you in a modren world as his friends attempt to get you together.

5. Morning : How he'd spend your mornings together in a modren world.

6. Argument : The aftermath of having a fight together as both of you reconcile and make things up

7. Artist : Him falling in love with a painter reader as he discovers a whole new world of art

8. Ideal Dates : His perfect idealistic ideas for a romantic date, the ones that are as special as they are important.

9. Comfy Dates : The dates that warm him up inside and lift him up, the safe choice he goes for when everything else seems too overwhelming

10. Poly : A polyamorous relationship between you, him and Eren.

11. Gentleness : Falling head over heels for a gentle fem!reader who's caring and kind.

12. Quiet night : A sleep aid fic where he tells you a bedtime story

13. lunch together : Encouragements for dealing with eating anxiety and recovery.

14. Ducks : Going on a date to the nearby lake as you feed the ducks together.

Eren Yeager

1. Poly : A polyamorous relationship between you, him and Eren.

Erwin Smith

1. Fluff : fluff alphabet headcanons based on the letters of his name

2. Morning : How he'd spend your mornings together in a modren world.

3. Ideal Dates : The smooth going fancy dates he plans for with great precision

4. Comfy Dates : The guilty pleasures he only shares with you in the comfort of your home in forms of dates

5. Birthday : His attempt to surprise you with a baked cake for your birthday party

5. In sickness and health : Taking care of a grumpy sick Erwin who's taking advantage of the situation.

6. Teacher's squabble : Art teacher Erwin brining you to work to flaunt and show off the fact you're a famous painter.

Miche Zacharias

1. About him : General headcanons and study into his character and how he'd interact with you.

2. Fluff : Fluffy alpahab head canons based on the letters of his name

3. Comfort in time of need : A platonic comfort fic about him tending to you, a new anxious and shy cadet on his team.

Mikasa Ackerman

2. Lovers hand in hand: after your depression hits an all time low, Mikasa attempts to comfort you through a breakdown.

1. Siren's call : Siren reader saving Mikasa's life

Moblit Berner

1. About him : General headcanons and study into his character and how he'd interact with you.

2. Together : General headcanons of being in a romantic relationship with him.

3. Ideal Dates : His romantic dreams coming to reality in froms of dates.

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purple-stuck · 3 years ago

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I really adore your writing! Can I PLEASE request a purple Sollux drabble? Maybe interacting with gamzee?

hey, gz. wanna hang out?

Gamzee stared down at his phone, squinting his eyes at the purple text. Somewhere in his addled think pan he thought it was strange. Sollux hardly hung out with anyone in person. He was always a shut in, especially for Purple blood standards. Only clown who'd attended less church was probably Gamzee himself and that was only because Sollux sometimes made video calls. But, ever sense Aradia... it was a miracle he still answered texts.

Still, Gamzee wasn't gonna say no to his blood brother's company. Maybe Feferi helped him cope. Maybe he went pale for Karkat, those two had always been close. Hardly mattered.

WeLl, ShIt. SuRe MoThErFuCkEr. CaN't SaY nO tO a NiCe AnD pRoPeR hAnGiNg SeSsIoN. wAnT mE tO sWiNg By YoUr PlAcE, oR wHaT?

nah. ii'm at the door. ii wa2 iin the area and fiigured ii'd a2k.

Right on cue, there was indeed a knock at Gamzee's front door. Huh. Sollux must've been right at the door when he texted. Made sense. If Karkat was any indication, Sollux had a habit of just barging into a brother's hive like he lived there and playing all their video games. Probably remembered at the last second that he and Gamzee weren't that close.

When Gamzee open the front door, he found himself staring at Captor's chest. Even hunched over as he was, Sollux was still the tallest troll Gamzee knew. The boy managed to be both lankier and buffer than Gamzee somehow. Granted, that's not hard. It'd be a stretch to call any version of Sollux Captor buff, but any purple blood with a proper lusus was going to be thicker than Gamzee.

Gamzee stopped that thought dead before it sunk in any deeper.

"At least I know I'm not interrupting anything." Sollux said dryly. "That's not the hair of someone who had plans for the evening."

Gamzee snorted, appreciating that the ribbing was good natured. Sollux didn't regard him with the same contempt, say, Equius did, so it was hard to take anything he said as an actual insult. Same deal with Karkat, really. "So, what brings you around to my hive? Feferi finally convince you to go outside?"

Sollux's lips twitched into a smirk before he jutted his thumb behind him. "Nah. I'm just picking up an old hobby."

Gamzee's eyes trailed to the cart Sollux had parked at the bottom of the steps, a chill going down his spine at the sight of faintly blue blood trailing down it's side. "Oh..."

Gamzee's eyes twitched back to Sollux, who just sighed. "I'm on my second kill, so don't worry. I don't kill in odd numbers. Plus, I've seen you making diamond eyes at Karkat and I'm not that much of a dick."

Gamzee let go off a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "Well, it's good to know I won't be adding to Aradia's fucking corpse collection-"

Sollux stiffened and Gamzee stopped dead. Shit. Fuck. He should know better. What was he doing bring up Aradia, fuck-

"It's... fine." Sollux sighed, bringing his hand to his temple as he steadied himself. "I'm fine. It's fine. She would've found it funny, anyways." Sollux forced a smile onto his face. "Besides, you're not wrong. She'd love to throw corpse parties for these motherfuckers in whatever rung of the Dark Carnival she wound up in."

Gamzee laughed politely and stepped aside to let Sollux in before the conversation got any more uncomfortable. Sollux plopped onto the couch, quickly propping his legs up on the table. "You got any video games? I somehow doubt you're much of a shooter fan."

Gamzee grunted, sliding him a faygo as he took his seat. "Nah. Tav got me into fiduspawn. You ever play that?"

Sollux snorted. "Funny story about that, actually. EQ got me into it. I was talking shit about it around him and he protested that NP was into it."

"Did he? Shit, man, good for him. He always kinda... rolls over around me. Motherfucker's always trying to please me."

"Well, yeah. It's NP we're talking about here. You'd complain is I started talking shit about Tavros."

Gamzee blinked. That was... oddly pointed coming from Sollux. Sure, every word sounded like a sarcastic insult when you put it in his mouth, but it sounded like he was trying to make a point. That suddenly serious stare wasn't helping, and it made Gamzee cough uncomfortably.

"Uh, yeah, I would." His eyes flickered towards the door. Towards the cart. "...Why?"

"You got any feelings for him?"

Now this was starting to get wildly out of character. Sollux was the last person to stick his nose into anyone's love life, unless it was to annoy Eridan somehow. Hell, people just being sappy around him annoyed him, which made this even more bizarre.

"Yeah, well, Tav, said he wasn't interested."

"He's not?"

"Look, bro, I appreciate it, but we don't need an auspistice. You can't mediate what ain't there."

"But you do feel something for him. You care about him, pitch, red, I don't care how." Sollux was almost looming over him now, even without standing up. Gamzee was beginning to wonder whether he should go for his clubs when Sollux sighed.

"Right, right. That.... probably doesn't make any sense to you. I'm sorry." He stood up, face not just sour like usual, but outright grim. "Let me show you what I'm talking about."

Sollux made his way to the door wheeled his cart inside, a chill went down Gamzee's spine.

"...Bro. Did you?"

"No. Gog no. Fucking Messiahs above, hell no! I cull trolls but I'm not a sick fuck who parades their corpses around in front of their friends."

Sollux looked down at the cart, at the body hidden beneath the crumpled sheet. He seemed far, far away for a moment, like his soul had been taken by the Messiahs themselves and his body was an empty shell they left behind.

"You... know Aradia's dead, right?"

Gamzee relaxed, more confused and sad now than afraid. "Yeah."

Sollux looked at him. "Do you know how she died?"

Sollux didn't need an answer and he didn't wait for one. The purple voids of his eyes showed behind his matching glasses. "It started... when Vriska abducted me."

"I was out doing my regular, bi-wipely rounds. Looking for two bodies for Aradia to preserve in a 'corpse party'. Or, more accurately, looking to make two bodies for her to preserve."

"I'd spotted a couple of burgundies, so I went to make my move. I'd barely seen Vriska's face by the time the bag was over my head and by then the needles were in my neck. My guess is she'd paid some FLARPers to help her. I know damn well she couldn't handle me alone."

"When I woke up, I was in Vriska's hive. She looked so... fucking smug when she had me all chained up. She explained what Aradia did to her. Talked about how she'd sent some ghosts her way... and she wanted to get even."

"So Vriska was going to have me kill Aradia."

"That's when the torture began. It was pretty amateurish, but that's all it needed to be. She just needed to distract me, make a crack for her to slip into... one opening was all she needed to grab my mind."

Sollux was staring down at nothing by the time he finished, bending the metal handles of his cart with his grip.

"I still remember the walk to Aradia's hive." He said, choking back something. "I could hear her scream in my mind before she even saw me."

Gamzee's hand landed on his shoulder, snapping Sollux back to reality. Sollux pushed the smaller clown back before clearing his throat. "So, the next time I left my hive, I decided to pay Serket a visit."

Sollux threw the tarp off to reveal Vriska's mangled body. Or, what was of it.

Gamzee took at a step back. The amount of patchwork Sollux had to do to get Vriska's upper torso back in one piece would be impressive if it didn't imply how grizzly the scene must've been before he started. Tellingly, Sollux didn't even try to put Vriska's legs back together. He just dumped the soupified slop into a box and put it on the bottom shelf of his cart.

"Jegus..."

"Yeah, I got carried away."

Gamzee backed up and fell onto the couch, mostly just to get away from the smell. Sollux pulled his two swords out of Vriska's head, wiping them clean in one quick stroke.

"So... why are you telling me this?" Gamzee asked.

Sollux seemed to think for a moment, staring at his reflection in the blades. "To try to understand." He waved his blades vaguely over Vriska's... "body" for lack of a better word. "Most of this was unnecessary. She died quickly but... it wasn't satisfying."

Sollux looked at Gamzee meaningfully. "I figured you could tell me why."

Gamzee's eyes widened. "Shit, man, you mean because..."

"Of Tavros. Yeah. Vriska killed him. The army won't take someone who can't walk and he has no where else to go. That's assuming someone like, well, me, doesn't just pick him up off the streets. He's living on borrowed time on a planet like this, and that's all her fault."

Sollux looked at Gamzee meaningfully. "So... is this satisfying to you?"

Gamzee sunk into the couch, staring up at the ceiling. "Fuck, man. You can't do this to a motherfucker. This is a lot to drop on me all at once." He looked at the corpse, trying not to curl his nose at the sight. "...I mean... no. Fuck, I'd hesitate to say anyone even deserves that, but mostly it just makes me feel... kinda sick."

Sollux slumped down. "I don't get it. This should be satisfying. We should be glad that she's dead, but we're not."

Again, Gamzee was there, suddenly resting a hand on Sollux's shoulder. "...Look, man. I'm sorry I'm not any help with this. Karbro is so much better at this shit than me, but..."

"...I guess it's not really her death that we're looking for. We're looking for a way to make it so all the problems she caused never happened. And... that's not gonna happen. I've accepted that Tav's not gonna get his legs back... and I think he's accepted that too. And, Aradia, wherever she might be now up in that Dark Carnival, knows that she's not coming back either. So... shit, maybe we should just... keep moving?"

Sollux stared at him blankly, before that default grouchy snarl crept back onto his face. "That's a really shitty way to end that spiel, you know that?"

Gamzee shrugged, that some color had bled back into Sollux's face. "Well, shit. I'm no Karkat and you know it."

"Yeah, you're not. I'd still be huddled up inside without that grouchy asshole."

Sollux sighed. Not tiredly, but like a weight had been lifted somewhat. With all that off his chest, Sollux tilted his head up. He nonchalantly lined up his swords and slid them down his throat, swallowing up his blades until only the hilts remained to dangled beneath his uvula. Gamzee squinted at him curiously.

"....What?"

"Shit, man, I have no idea how you manage to talk like that."

Sollux smirked, grabbing his faygo off the table and chugging it in two swigs. At this point, he was just showing off. "Very, very carefully. I'll teach you sometime."

Sollux threw the tarp back onto his cart and began peddling it out the door. "I'd better get going, the sun will rise soon." Gamzee waved him off as he opened the door, pausing just before he closed. "Oh, by the way. You owe me a game night. This one derailed."

Gamzee just nodded as Captor slammed the door, knowing that was Sollux-ese for "let's hang out sometime".

#bloodswaps #drabble #sollux captor #gamzee makara #aradia megido #vriska serket #tavros nitram #purple sollux

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kythed · 4 years ago

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circus mirrors & stereo hearts

sugawara koushi x reader

this one goes out to my new friend, @twat-101 :) it’s a bit long, but I hope you still like it ! sending lotsa love your way <3

synopsis: (y/n) is struggling with her mental health so her best friend suga-san invites her over to study. general chaos and dumbassery ensues.

warnings: some swearing, mentions of mental health struggles, suga’s tone deaf singing.

word count: 4,226

Koushi always kept his windows open. Always.

In the winter, this transformed his room into a tiny Antarctica, replete with stray snowflakes, but in the summer, it meant cool tradewinds cutting through the typically stifling heat, creating a little pocket of the ideal climate. You often found yourself there in these warmer months, perched on the corner of his bed, contently listening to him blithely gossip about his teammates or playing a giggly game of Connect Four rife with not so subtle cheating.

Today, a sunny August Saturday, was no different. Koushi sat cross legged on the carpet. Sprawled out across his pale blue comforter, which smelled of fresh linen and that familiar Old Spice he’d been wearing since the eighth grade, you listened to him recite a chapter from your history book, something about post World War II foreign policy. Struggling to remain attentive, however, you found yourself spiraling into those cheerless resignations of hopelessness that had been far too frequent for you lately.

“--which resulted in Europe’s economic recovery chiefly in terms of raw materials, food, and fuel. The Soviet Union soon attempted to replicate a similar plan but ultimately-- hey, (Y/N)?”

You blinked hard and sunk back into reality, turning onto your cheek to look Koushi in his big brown eyes full of rather matronly concern. “Hmm?”

“Do you know what we’re learning about right now?” he asked, sounding both amused and disapproving. A strand of grey fell in front of his face and he quickly blew it away, smiling slightly. “Because it seems like you’ve been zoning out for the last ten or so minutes. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but Mr. Shishido specifically said this chapter was going to be on the test.”

“Uh… something about muzzer Roosia?” you joked with an exaggerated accent.

Koushi rolled his eyes and flicked your forehead. You yelped and glared at him reproachfully. “We were talking about the Marshall Plan. The United States’ recovery aid program for Western Europe after wartime devastation.”

“Right, right, I knew that,” you protested as Koushi tugged on your forearms and you toppled off the bed, nearly landing right on top of him. With a soft laugh, he extracted his limbs from yours and plopped his head into your lap like he used to when you were kids, resting beneath the boughs of that little oak tree in his backyard, listening to a choir of cicadas croon under a late afternoon sun. The ghost of a grin flitted over your face as you looked back on those halcyon days of your childhood. Usually Koushi’s mom would come out onto the porch with a couple of already-melting lemon popsicles in hand, and the two of you would scramble out of each other’s embrace and tear towards her, breathlessly racing for a priceless reward of sweet smiles and sticky hands.

What you wouldn’t give to go back to that time of gleeful oblivion, before your world became characterized by that all too persistent self-consciousness and excruciating anxiety. What you wouldn’t give to once again feel worthy of Koushi’s innocent adoration…

“--(Y/N)!”

For the second time today, you shook yourself awake. Koushi gazed up at you, brows furrowed. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was asking if you needed to take a little study break. Obviously, you do. I swear, your attention span gets shorter every day.” He pointed somewhere behind you. “Mind grabbing my phone? It’s on the bed.”

You leaned over as far as you could without disturbing Koushi’s position, head still nestled in your lap, and swept your hand over the covers before it bumped into his phone, which you promptly snatched and dropped onto his stomach. He gave a soft “oomph” at the impact before pulling up his Spotify and selecting a playlist, the cover of which was a selfie of the two of you at last year’s spring carnival. A blurred sakura tree provided the perfect backdrop for your smiling faces pressed cheek-to-cheek to fit in the frame. Sugar dusted the corners of Koushi’s mouth, the last trace of the powdered donut you’d shared right before.

“What’s that? I don’t think I’ve listened to that one before.” You reached for the phone, but Koushi held it out just out of reach as music began to play, batting your hand away. “I look awful in that picture; you could’ve chosen something a little more flattering.”

“Oh, shush. You looked pretty that day, wearing that blue sundress with the little flowers on the hem… blue really suits you, you know.” Koushi smiled fondly at his screen, and you blushed despite yourself. “It’s a compilation of all our songs. I listened to this a lot last summer when you were in France with your family for a month. Whenever I missed you. You were off climbing the Eiffel Tower or making croissants and I was lounging around here, bored out of my mind and wishing you were home so we could be bored together.”

“You sappy bastard,” you said, though you really felt quite touched. “I didn’t even realize we had a song.”

“Not just a song,” he corrected. “Songs. Plural. Most of the songs we’ve ever listened to together, I reckon. Anything that reminds me of you, I put on here.”

“Why in the world would you do that?” you asked, aghast at his effort.

Koushi laughed at your surprise. “You’re my best friend, (Y/N). And believe or not, you mean a lot to me. I just like remembering the stuff we’ve done together.”

You nodded slowly, letting your fingers rest on his forehead and gently play with his grey locks. His eyes closed as you settled into a brief, comfortable almost-silence, tainted only by the soft, muffled melody trickling from tiny phone speakers. You cocked your head. “What song is this?”

“You don’t remember?” Koushi asked, sounding almost offended. He turned the volume up a few notches and held the phone closer to your ear.

Let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

You got the healing that I want

Just like they say it in the song

Until the dawn, let's Marvin Gaye and get it on

“I don’t know if--” you cut off as it dawned on you. “Wait… no way. This isn’t…?”

“It is.” Koushi laughed as your face flushed a vivid crimson. “Uchimura’s party.”

Though embarrassed, you grinned, remembering that night. “The song that played at her twelfth birthday while we were in the closet during seven minutes in heaven.”

“We were way too young for that dumb game,” Koushi said with a smile, shaking his head. “God, I was so nervous. That was my first kiss, you know.”

“It was mine too,” you admitted. You remembered sitting on the carpeted floor of Uchimura’s rather cramped closet, knees touching, just barely able to see the outline of Koushi’s face illuminated by the smallest sliver of light shining through a crack in the door. He’d leaned forward, taking your hand in his own small clammy one. “It was really just a peck, though. It might not have counted.”

“It counted,” said Koushi firmly. “Whenever I get asked about my first kiss, I say it was ours. I say it was the best one I’ve ever had, too.”

You shook your head with a soft laugh. “Now, I know that’s a lie. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.”

“Neither did I,” agreed Koushi. He caught your eye, crinkling his nose cutely. “That’s what made it so sweet. It was innocent. I tasted your bubblegum chapstick on my lips afterwards.”

“Bubblegum chapstick, huh?” You rolled your eyes and poked him softly in the ribs. “I couldn’t look you straight in the eyes for like three weeks after that.”

“I remember. You kept running away whenever I tried to talk to you.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m not sure we would’ve even stayed friends if Ms. Miyato hadn’t partnered us up for the volcano project at the end of that month.” You recalled those afternoons spent in Koushi’s kitchen, newspapers covering every visible surface and a huge, paper-mache volcano resting on the dining table, splattered with orange and yellow paint and smelling strongly of Elmer’s glue and vinegar. Oftentimes, work sessions would dissolve into paint fights, staining your school uniforms with small, colorful hand prints.

“Nah,” said Koushi confidently. “I wouldn’t have let you go that easily.”

“Maybe you should’ve,” you said under your breath.

Koushi stared at you for a second, sighing. Then he reached up to grasp your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours and softly stroking his thumb across your palm. “You know, it was Uchimura’s eighteenth last weekend. You didn’t come.”

“Yeah. I had to study.” That was a lie. You just hadn’t thought anyone really wanted you there. Uchimura had been a friend of yours for years, but she had plenty of other friends to celebrate with. Probably didn’t even notice you weren’t there…

“She asked me where you were,” Koushi continued. “I said I didn’t know because you didn’t answer my texts that night.”

“Sorry,” you said quietly, avoiding eye contact. “Studying.”

“On a Friday night?” You didn’t answer, and Koushi squeezed your hand. “I had to choose Daichi for my charades partner… do you have any idea how shit he is at charades? He flopped on the ground and started convulsing, so I guessed ‘epilepsy.’ Guess what the word really was.”

“What?”

“Orgasm. The word was orgasm. You’d think he could just execute a simple pelvic thrust and make a face, but no, he had to go ahead and act like my great uncle Kaito when he had that heart attack at his ninety-fifth birthday last year.”

You cracked a small smile, imagining Daichi violently wiggling on the floor like a fish out of water. “Sounds like I missed out, then.”

“You really did,” said Koushi, eyes twinkling. He suddenly got solemn. “I missed you. Would’ve been a million times more fun with you there.”

“I doubt it.” You fiddled with the edge of your shirt, smile fading. “I can be a real killjoy sometimes.”

“Not to me,” said Koushi. “Whenever you walk into the room, suddenly that’s the only room I wanna be in.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you swallowed thickly. “Koushi… why are you telling me this?”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said simply. He took your hand again, the one that had been playing with his hair, and held it to his chest. You felt his heart beat erratically beneath your palm. “You’ve been avoiding all our friends in general.”

“That’s not true,” you protested, though your heart sank. He had noticed. You wished you didn’t have to drag him into all your problems. “I’ve just been busy.”

“Busy with what, (Y/N)? Homework? Our physics teacher came and talked to me at my locker after school, asking if you’ve been struggling with any personal issues, because apparently you haven’t been turning in your assignments.” Koushi glanced up at you. “It seems like you’ve just been locked away in your room whenever you’re not in class. Not doing work, not going out. Remember a couple weeks ago, when I asked if you wanted to go see that movie with me at the drive-in? You said you had a family dinner in town, but later I passed by on my bike and your bedroom light was on. And today, it took four separate phone calls before you finally picked up and I managed to invite you over… I’ve been worried.”

“Maybe I’m just changing,” you protested weakly. “That’s a thing that happens. People change.”

“I agree, you have been changing. Just not for the better.” Koushi squeezed your hand again, his skin warm on your own. “I haven’t seen you smile, really smile, for ages. You’re always faking these days. What’s going on?”

“I…” you trailed off, trying to think of some excuse. The last thing you wanted was for Koushi to see what was really going on inside your head.

“The truth, (Y/N).”

You relented, shoulders sagging. “Just been tired, I guess.”

“Tired of what?”

“Tired of…” Your eyes grew moist despite your best efforts and you fought to keep from choking on the sob rising up your throat.

“Tired of…?” he pressed on, eyebrow raised.

Your next words tumbled out in a rush. “Just tired of being me, okay? It’s like… it’s just like, whenever I look in the mirror… I don’t like what I see. I don’t like myself, so I don’t want to be me anymore. I’m so tired of it. And I feel like everyone else is, too. Everyone is tired of my shit, so I thought I’d just do you all a favor and disappear.”

Your words stunned Koushi into silence. He remained resting in your lap for a few long seconds before he felt something hot and wet roll down his cheek. A tear. But not his own.

He looked up just in time for another one of your tears to land on his face, right underneath his eye. Quickly, he sat up and tenderly cupped your face in his hands, gently brushing the tears away with his thumbs. “Oh, (Y/N)... c’mere. That’s such bullshit.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you hiccupped as he pulled you into his lap by your waist-- facing him-- and gingerly tucked your head into the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this. It’s gross, I know.”

“It’s not gross,” said Koushi, fiercely hugging you to his chest. “It’s much better than watching you try to pretend like you’re fine. I don’t care if your snot gets on my shirt-- that’s a small price to pay. So long as I can be there for you right now.”

You cried harder, immense guilt racking your body at his inexplicable kindness. “I’ve been treating you terribly these past few months, but you’re still so good to me. Goddamnit, Koushi. I don’t deserve you.”

Koushi pulled you back by the shoulders, narrowed eyes searching your face, though tears continued to stream down your cheeks. “(Y/N). You don’t have to earn my love.”

“I-- love?” you asked, eyes wide. You snatched a tissue from Koushi’s bedside table and blew your nose loudly.

“Yeah,” he said firmly, without missing a beat. “I said it. I love you. And don’t ask if I mean in a friend way or a girlfriend way, because the answer is neither. I love you like you’re the person I wanna spend the rest of my life with. I don’t care if that means as, like, your husband or just as your best friend. Whatever I can get, I’m happy with, because I love you like you’re a part of me. Unconditionally. I thought you knew that.”

“Please, don’t say that,” you sobbed, covering your face with your hands. “I’m not good enough for you. I’m really not.”

Koushi pulled your hands away so he could look you in the eye. “What don't you understand about the term ‘unconditional love’? It’s unconditional. There is literally nothing you nor anyone else can say or do to change that. Unconditional love is not a feeling, it’s a choice, and I’ve made that choice. I’ve had nearly two decades to think about it, so now I’m telling you I will love you no matter what. I always have, alright? This isn’t exactly how I wanted to say it, but it’s true.”

You stared at him, disbelieving. You hadn’t known he’d felt this way. Of course, you two had been partners-in-crime your entire lives, and you couldn’t count the number of times he’d materialized at your side as soon as you were in the slightest bit of trouble. Whenever you were a dollar short at the canteen, he’d stuff a five in your hand and push you towards the front of the line. That time you went camping with his family and you forgot your sleeping bag, he’d given you his and spent the night shivering. He always carried an extra pen for you because yours often inexplicably ran out of ink in the middle of a test. He’d been there for every crush, boyfriend, and breakup, cheering you on and drying your tears when the time came. He’d been there when your pet dog died and you planned a funeral in your backyard, complete with a little cardboard headstone, holding an umbrella above your head when it began to rain but you weren’t done mourning. He’d just always been there when you needed him.

You’d tried to be there for him, too, because, as you had begun to realize, his pain was your pain and vice versa. That time when you were six and he’d lost his favorite stuffed animal (a giraffe) it had felt like you’d lost yours too. That day in junior high when he fell out of the oak tree trying to retrieve a stray frisbee and broke his arm, you swore you felt the same pain in yours. Last year when he got dumped outside the gym on Valentine’s Day and you found him sitting in a corner, trying to hide the fact he’d obviously been crying-- you’d stayed late to crack stupid jokes and eat the chocolate he meant to give to his girlfriend, because he deserved a girl who would eat the damn chocolate. Not stomp on his heart and leave it to bleed. I love you like you’re a part of me. You understood.

“It’s okay to not be okay sometimes, but it’s not okay to bundle it all up and bury it deep inside when you have someone right next to you wanting to help you bear that burden.” Koushi’s voice shook just slightly. “It just… it hurts to see you like this, okay? (Y/N), if you love me back, then let me help you. Let me be there for you. Please.”

You were silent for a moment, staring into his pleading eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes.

Then you took a deep breath and started laughing through the tears. You were sure you looked insane, puffy eyes, red nose, and mascara running down your cheeks, but it didn’t matter. “I do. I love you, too. I love you. I didn’t know I loved you before, but now I do, because if you were torn away from me that heartbreak would probably kill me. No, it would definitely kill me. And it would hurt like a motherfucker while it did.”

Koushi let out the breath he’d been holding then, after a brief pause, began to laugh with you as you laced your arms around the back of your neck. “Oh, yeah? Well, losing you would probably hurt like a father-fucker to me.”

“Is that worse than a motherfucker?” you asked, giggling at the ridiculousness of it all. Here you were, bawling on the floor of your best friend’s room while you confessed your love to one another and cussed each other out at the same time.

“For sure. It’s a million times worse than a motherfucker. It’s like, if something hurting like a motherfucker is the equivalent of getting shot by a Nerf gun, something hurting like a fatherfucker probably feels like getting run over by a tank.” Koushi intertwined his fingers with yours yet again and smiled.

“You’re a dumbass,” you said, but you laughed anyways as Koushi looked proud of himself.

“I know,” he said softly, affectionately. “But I’m your dumbass.”

You sighed and shook your head. “I’d love you to be. But you could still do so much better than me--”

“Will you stop saying that, already?” Koushi took your face in his hand, stroking his thumb right beneath your eye. “You’re the most radiant person I’ve ever met. Notice how I didn’t say ‘beautiful’ because the word beautiful doesn’t even begin to cover it. Although you are that, too.”

“Oh, goodness. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again-- you’re so sappy.”

Koushi rolled his eyes with a smile. “Yeah, I am. You like it though.”

“You caught me,” you said as he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You leaned into it, savoring the warmth of his lips on your skin. “I do.”

“But really, (Y/N),” he said seriously. “It astounds me that you don’t realize that.”

“Don’t realize what?”

“That you’re cool! You’re so cool and fun and awesome. And a zillion other adjectives I could sit here and list out for hours. You’re the only person who can make me laugh when I cry, and you make the best hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted, and you’re a literal god at Mario Kart, and you’ve got the prettiest eyes I’ve ever had the privilege to look into.” You flushed as Koushi thought for a moment, chewing on his lip before his eyes widened. “It’s kinda like a circus mirror, I think.”

“What?” You furrowed your brow.

“The way you see yourself is like someone looking into one of those circus mirrors. It makes you look too tall, or really squished, or just bent out of shape in general. And if that was the only mirror you’d ever looked into, you’d probably think that ugly, distorted reflection is how you actually look in real life. You can’t see yourself for how amazing you really are-- but everyone else can.”

“Well, aren’t you just full of relevant analogies today?” you teased. A circus mirror. Now that was something new. You had to give Koushi credit for the comparison-- it actually did kind of make sense.

“What can I say?” he said, puffing out his chest. “I’m a poet.”

“So I guess that would make you my real mirror then?” you offered shyly. Koushi looked confused for a second. “If the way I see myself is supposedly ‘distorted,’ then you can reflect to me how I supposedly really am.”

“Oh, yes!” he said happily. “I’m the mirror. I like that. Quit talking like you don’t believe me, though. You’re incredible. A little thick-skulled sometimes, yes, but incredible nonetheless.”

“It’s going to be hard for me,” you said quietly, gently running a hand through his hair. “Really hard. I haven’t liked myself for a long time.”

“I know. I know. But someday, you’ll be able to understand what a beautiful human being you are. I’m sure of it. I need you to promise you won’t give up until that happens.”

He held out his pinky for a pinky swear, something you two did frequently as children. You smiled and laced your pinky with his. “Alright. I promise.”

“Good.” Koushi stood up, brushed the wrinkles from his pants, and offered you his hand. You took it and he pulled you up. “Listen. Do you remember this song?”

His little playlist had been playing this entire time. You hadn’t noticed. You strained to catch the lyrics. “Turn it up a little, I can’t quite hear.”

...a stereo

It beats for you, so listen close

Hear my thoughts in every note

“Koushi.” A slow smile spread across your face. “Tell me this isn’t Stereo Hearts.”

“Oh, this is Stereo Hearts alright!” he responded gleefully. He took your hand and spun you around like a ballroom dancer, catching you before you tripped over his bedside table. “You remember when we--”

“When we performed it at the junior high talent show and got booed off the stage?” You giggled, remembering that awful night that was somehow hilarious in retrospect. “I still have nightmares about that.”

Koushi continued to swing you around in some sort of clumsy dance, pulling you this way and that while you laughed wildly. “It’s ‘cause you were such a shit singer.”

You gasped in mock offense. “No way! You’re a much worse singer than I am. At least I can carry a tune.”

Koushi just rolled his eyes and grabbed a hairbrush from his shelf, using it like a microphone. He sat you down on the edge of the bed and began to serenade you in his terrible, tone-deaf manner.

Make me your radio

Turn me up when you feel low

This melody was meant for you

Just sing along to my stereo

“God, you really do suck at this,” you said, but he just smiled and kept singing. You had to admit, it was sweet. As silly as the memory associated with the song was, it remained a nostalgic favorite even now. You had to join in a few times, just for memory’s sake.

I only pray you never leave me behind

Because good music can be so hard to find

Koushi sat down next to you and wound one arm around your waist, leaning close.

I take your hand and pull it closer to mine

Thought love was dead, but now you're changing my mind

You turned and leaned in too, nearly touching noses.

“Hey,” he said in an almost whisper. “(Y/N) (L/N), I love you.”

“Hey,” you whispered back, gaze flitting down to his lips and back up again. “I love you, too, you sappy bastard.”

...so sing along to my stereo

“I know.” He closed the remaining inch of distance. Your hand tangled itself in his hair while his tugged your body a little closer.

The kiss was almost as good as the one in Uchimura’s closet all those years ago. Almost.

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