#I just like them both so much and I wish we got more with their friendship

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Palinopsia 9-1-1: bucktommy | rated M | 1279 words | Fluffebruary Day 6 Prompt: stargazing

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The wine in his mouth is sweet and fruity.  Buck swallows, swims in the taste of it, clutches at the warm bottle with a clumsy hand.  Tommy stares at him, his eyes half-lidded, propped up on his elbows in the bed of the truck.  That gaze sears. He feels it sharp and thin as it passes through him.  He needs another drink.  He wants to make the bottle last.

With a sigh he closes his eyes.  He lifts his head up, where the moon hangs plump and milk-full in the palm of the sky.  The stars are bright.  An after image of the sky, with pin-prick lights, flashes across his eyelids. If he opened his eyes he’d see the same sky. If he opened his eyes he could turn and see Tommy, sitting there beside him.

The wine bottle is pulled from his fingers and he blinks, looks over to see the rim of it pressed to Tommy’s plush mouth. It’s cheap wine; they bought several bottles. For a moment Buck wishes they had splurged and gotten better. Especially for their first real date post-reconciliation.

“Hey,” he says. “Tommy?”

“Hmm?” Tommy hums and looks over. He’s long and languid in the dark, poured out easy alongside Buck on the blankets they’d laid out. Loose-limbed and handsome. Buck wants to press his hands on him, over every part of him, burn the circle of his palm into Tommy’s body as long-lasting and sky bright as the stars. “Evan? What is it?”

“Do you know your uh, your sign?”

Tommy’s mouth curls. A smirk. Buck wishes he could see him better, could look into the blue of his eyes. “That your best line, huh? What’s my sign?”

“Not like that,” Buck says, laughing. He gently pushes Tommy’s shoulder. “I just mean, because—“  He points up to the sky, swirls his finger around. “Taurus,” he says. “The constellation.”

Tommy stares at Buck for a moment that stretches too long before turning his gaze up to the sky. “Taurus?” He asks. “That’s the bull, right? I’ll be honest, I can’t tell where it is.” He grabs Buck’s hand and links their fingers together.  Gentle lips press a kiss to the tops of his knuckles. “Don’t usually need to use the stars to navigate.”

Buck pulls his hand away and traces the shape of the constellation on Tommy’s chest. His flannel overshirt is unbuttoned and the tank he’s wearing under it is thin. Buck can feel the soft brush of his chest hair through the fabric. “Taurus,” he says, affecting a lecturing tone. Tommy smiles. “Is the bull. It’s one of the zodiac signs, and it’s one of the biggest, oldest constellations we know of. Do you see that bright star, kind of blue? Well it’s a cluster of stars, you can see more like six. It’s in Taurus, can you see that?”

Tommy scoots closer until they’re pressed together. “Right there?” he asks, arm raised to the sky. He points and Buck sketches the long line of him from fingertip to shoulder. He swallows and it feels like starlight lodged in his throat.

“Yeah,” he says, hoarse, and it tastes like longing when he speaks. “Yeah, that’s right.”

Tommy’s shoulders wiggle, like he’s pleased with himself, and his arm falls back to his side. He takes Buck’s hand again. Their palms press together, a little ball of heat between them in contrast to the cool night air.

“That’s the Pleiades,” Buck says. “The seven sisters.”

“Oh?” Tommy’s voice is soft and warm. Inviting. Like he’s asking Buck to tell him more without actually asking. He’s been… careful. In how they’ve communicated since they got back together. Neither seems to want to stretch things too far or ask too much, and though they’re starting off with a strong foundation, both are hesitant to test it. 

Buck wants him so much. Even when he’s beside him, solid and beautiful and red-mouthed from cheap wine, Buck wants him.

Something must show in his face, because Tommy’s expression changes. He licks his lips and rolls onto his side, throwing his free arm over Buck’s middle. He presses his face into Buck’s neck and lavishes him with a string of warm, delicate kisses. He smacks against Buck’s skin with a rapturous mouth. A wet mouth.  A mouth making promises Buck thinks it can keep. 

“Tell me,” Tommy says, speaking against him. Each word puffs out as a breath of humid air. “The Pleiades. I want to know.”

“O-okay.” He swallows, nervous, beset with a sudden churning in his stomach.  “Even though the naked eye can only see something like those six stars… there are maybe a thousand or so up there in the cluster.”  Blunt teeth nibble at the spot below his ear.  His breath hitches.  “And it’s about 444 light years from earth.  Which is, uh, relatively close.  As far as stars go.”

“Oh is it?”  Tommy’s hand crawls finger by finger lower down Buck’s torso, stopping to pluck at the waistband of his jeans.  “I didn’t know.  You’re full of fun facts, aren’t you, Evan?”

I am , Buck thinks, I am.   And I want to be full of you .

He wants the weight of Tommy’s body on his, he wants the curl of his tongue in his mouth.  He wants thick fingers inside him, the fat, pulsing heat of Tommy’s cock to split him open like a blessing. 

He wants cozy mornings wrapped around each other.  Dinners cooked together and shared, where he gets to put his love, material and nourishing, onto a plate.  He wants to stop seeing Tommy everywhere, all the time, the image of him fading as it repeats and repeats, until the absence of him is burned into Buck’s life.  Or it was, he thinks.  His absence.  He’s not absent anymore.  He’s present and real, with his hand on Buck’s stomach and his mouth on Buck’s neck.

“I went stargazing a lot when, uh.  When I was travelling.”  Tommy pauses for a second, his grip on Buck’s hand tightening.  And then he eases back into him, pressing closer, gentling his kisses into something more tender.  “I found an old guide to the night sky at a library book sale and used it to kind of… map out the stars.  Some of the ranchers taught me constellations, too.”

“Evan,” Tommy whispers.  He curls his body into Buck’s like an open parenthesis, like what he’s about to say is quiet and secret, not yet ready for an end.  “Thank you,” he says.

Buck grabs at his bicep where it lays across his torso.  He nudges into Tommy’s hair.  “For what?  Tommy.  You don’t need to thank me.”

“I do,” Tommy says.  “You taught me about stars.  You drank shitty wine with me in the back of my truck.”  He quiets and hooks an ankle around Buck’s and tugs his leg.  It’s awkward, with Tommy’s boots, and Buck imagines the tangle of their bodies when they’re undressed, just soft sheets and their warm, comfortable underclothes between them.  But he shifts closer anyway.  Tommy rubs the tip of his lovely nose against Buck’s shoulder.  He nuzzles in and plants a few kisses onto his neck.  One.  And another.  A soft disappearing line that Buck can feel even after Tommy's mouth moves on to the next lucky patch of skin.  “And you took me back.”

“Of course,” Buck says.  “Fuck, Tommy, I…”  I love you .

“Of course,” Tommy repeats.  The stars are fairy lights above them.  The stars shine.  The stars spill out across the stretched velvet expanse of the sky, blanketing the sleeping curve of the earth.  “Of course.”

Of course. I love you.

Of course.

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Okay, just watched the new episode! Wow we got so much!

It was great actually getting to see a bit of living, breathing Emilie, she and little Adrien were adorable! She seems like a good mom, so sad to hear that Adrien thought Gabriel didn't love him. Wish we'd gotten more flashbacks like this in earlier seasons, it'd have made us feel Adrien's loss of her a lot more!

Natalie's looking good in this style! Not sure I'm a fan of her longer hair, but otherwise I'm happy! She looks very young and well rested, so good for her!

It was so cool getting to see both sets of grandparents! Was not expecting that at all! Emilie's dad is definitely a jerk, I feel so bad for her mom. Glad she finally stood up for herself and Adrien in the end!

Love Gabriel's parents! They seem so cool, and that line about not being married but still chained together like convicts of love was funny. I can't imagine how these two managed to create the Gabriel Agreste we know and hate! Hope we get to see more of them since they're in Paris!

Poor Adrien was so stressed this whole episode! Glad he got a happy ending with Natalie (despite maybe dying for a minute there??? wish we'd gotten confirmation about what happened when the rings were broken)! Love the little moment we got in the end with him and Natalie though, that was so sweet to see her comforting him, even if we had to see Gabriel being a jerk to the poor baby!

Last but not least, Marinette was cute in this episode, absolutely trying her best to be a supportive girlfriend. I do hope we eventually get to see Adrien meeting her grandparents, that'd be adorable!

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˚◞♡ ⃗ Unfinished Business

♡ Sort-of-kind-of-Boyfriend!K x Afab!Reader x Former Flame!Fuma

♡ Summary: K is the perfect... what would you call him? Boyfriend? FWB? Neither feel quite right. But he's perfect. You just didn't know how perfect he was until he gave you a once in a lifetime opportunity with a former flame that you never quite got out of your head... that also happens to be one of his friends.

♡ WC: 7.6k

♡ Content: threesome but no mxm contact, variations of the word 'fuck' used literally 42 times, pet names, a singular 'good girl' mention (it's fuma leave me alone), oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex (be smart), creampie x2, lil bit of dumbification, dirty talk, fuma and k talking about reader as if she isn't there (objectifying her but she loves it), clit play, breast play, maybeee a bit of humiliation if you're easily embarrassed, reader is wearing a skirt, reader has at least shoulder length hair, fuma can lift reader (fuma can lift anything lbr), only half proofread but tbh i never proofread anything

One of your favorite things about dating K is that he’s always down. Any time, anywhere, any thing. 

You’ve been seeing each other for a few months now–it’s not exactly a romance, but it’s not exactly friends with benefits either. You go on dates, have fun together, have sleepovers, have sex. You guess it’s called ‘casual dating.’ You’re not trying to be the love of each others’ lives, but from what you’ve gathered, neither of you is seeing anyone else either. It’s nice. There’s no pressure, no competition for each other’s time or attention. Just a lot of good time spent together smiling and laughing and fucking.

You weren’t planning on seeing each other tonight. K had plans to hang out with one of his friends and you were probably going to stay at home, taking a long, steamy bath while you wished you were in K’s bed instead.

That is until you overheard a coworker talking about a new romance movie showing at the cinema.

To anyone else, texting your sort-of kind-of boyfriend to see a romance movie with you in the middle of the work day would sound like a sweet date. 

You and K aren’t anyone else.

Since you’ve been dating, you’ve made a hobby out of watching cheesy romance movies to laugh and recreate the scenes in an obscenely over-the-top manner that the movies definitely don’t deserve. They’re really very nice, most of the time. But it’s much more fun to pick them apart and over exaggerate their often unrealistic plot lines. You’ve found yourselves laughing on your apartment floor more than a couple times doing just that.

You really didn’t expect K to agree to go. You only texted him about it today (read: last minute) and he already told you earlier in the week that he had plans tonight. Fortunately, you’re dating an impressive man that has all the energy needed to make time for everything when necessary. He agreed to go as long as you were okay with knowing that you would be going home separately this time. Neither of you were particularly thrilled about this “going home separately” business, but sometimes concessions must be made. 

You stumble out of the cinema with K’s hand in yours, both of you giggling like you share a secret. You got a lot of new material from this movie, all while being fed popcorn by the one person that seems to make you excited to be alive. He looks gorgeous when he’s joyous like this–eyes glittering as he looks at you, almost watering from laughing so hard. He stands in front of you, holding both hands now, and leans down to give you a kiss. It’s a i-wish-we-could-spend-more-time-together-tonight kiss. Your lips agree.

He pulls back to pull his phone out of his pocket just enough to check the time. He almost scowls at it. It feels good knowing that he doesn’t want to leave you either.

“You shouldn’t have made me come out with you tonight. Now I don’t want to go.” He finally says the words out loud as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

You turn your head and gently bite the flesh of his palm, making him smirk. “So don’t.”

K is quiet for a few moments, trailing his fingers over your jaw and up the underside of your chin. He’s thinking about it. 

He eventually sighs with a playful smile, pulling you closer to him by your chin as he leans in to kiss you again. “Always so tempting.”

He releases you and looks down at his phone again. You presume someone texted him because he looks around and waves at a car parked somewhere behind you. Damn. Not tempting enough.

“Walk me to the car.” He’s grinning as he says this, eating up the opportunity to have you be chivalrous. Without giving you a choice in the matter, he takes your hand and pulls you with him, walking backwards as he makes cute faces at you. Buttering you up for when he eventually leaves. Of course, it’s working.

As the two of you close in on the car parked by the sidewalk, you see the driver’s side door open and close. You’re paying too much attention to K to take proper notice of who’s walking towards K, only vaguely registering that it’s a man with sandy colored hair.

K sees him before you do somehow–despite literally facing the opposite direction. You guess it’s because K was mindful of his presence already and you, frankly, couldn’t care less about anyone’s presence but K’s right now. K spins around as he and the man meet near the passenger side door of the car, tugging you along with him. “Y/n, this is–”

Fuma.

You didn’t hear K say his name. You didn’t need to. Your ears started ringing the second you registered the man’s face. Fuma.

Fuma seems to have had a similar response because he doesn’t move to shake your hand or say anything. He’s just looking at you, leaning against the side of the car with his arms crossed. I’ll let you take this one, he seems to be saying. Are you going to pretend to be strangers or are you going to tell K the truth?

The truth is that about seven months ago, Fuma was your man of choice. You weren’t in a relationship, but god did you want to be. You both did, you’re pretty sure.

You went on about four dates with him. You didn’t do much talking between dates–just a few texts here and there during the day–but those dates… They were all-consuming.

Being out with Fuma felt like being in a trance. That’s the only way you can think of to describe it. The way he looked at you so intently–with purpose. The way he so gingerly helped you out of the car or lifted you into his arms when your heel broke outside the nice restaurant you were leaving. The way he didn’t need to fill the silence when he was with you because you could communicate perfectly just with your eyes. The way you desperately wanted him to spin you around and fuck you on the hood of his car instead of letting you go back into your apartment alone. Again.

You never did have sex with Fuma and that was not by choice. God, you don’t think you’ve ever wanted anyone to fuck you as bad as you wanted Fuma to fuck you. Just being in his presence was enough to have your panties sticking to you. Just the possibility that he could choose to sleep with you was so exciting that you almost didn’t care that he never did. Well, okay, that’s not entirely true. You really wanted to sleep with him. But the “will they, won’t they” was a good high too.

You wish you two stopped seeing each other for some reason that would make you less attracted to him at this moment, but regrettably, that’s not the case. The only reason you stopped seeing each other is because he got really busy with some work stuff you don’t exactly know the details about and the texts slowed and slowed until they stopped altogether.

If you’d had it your way, you never would’ve stopped seeing him.

Now? You still feel similarly, but you wouldn’t trade what you have with K for anything. You wish you would’ve had a bit more time with Fuma before meeting K and you wish you didn’t still feel your pussy throb at the sight of him, but K is, without a doubt, your priority now. You intend to make that crystal clear to your traitorous body.

You smile politely at Fuma who is clearly fighting off a smirk in return. His gaze drops down your body before meeting your eyes again. It’s quick enough that K doesn’t notice it. In fairness, K has no reason to be looking for it. Not yet. 

But the worst part is the way Fuma is looking at you now.

You swallow thickly, the fire behind his eyes so hot that you can feel yourself getting third degree burns even from a few feet away. You can’t remember him ever looking at you like this. Sure, there were times where he looked at you like he wanted to kiss you more or maybe even see what you had going on beneath your clothes, but it was never like this. He looks like he wants to eat you alive, enjoying his feast the whole way through.

Fuck.

“Hi,” you manage to get out. You need to say something before K realizes that you and Fuma are playing a little game he’s not privy to. It’s also vague… it doesn’t imply that you know each other nor does it imply that you’re strangers. It’s just… hi.

“Hello,” Fuma says, his voice low. That mother fucker. The only other time you’ve heard him use that voice was after your last date. You’d called him not long after he dropped you off at home to tell him you had a good time and to drop hints that you wanted him to take you home with him next time. Being the smart man that he is, Fuma didn’t need any help picking up those hints. You knew he understood your coy attempts by the way he’d said you’re going to look so pretty when you sleep here as he got into his own bed. In that stupid fucking voice that’s making your knees quake even now.

“Dude?” You turn at the sound of K’s voice to find his head cocked as he looks curiously at Fuma, then at you, then at Fuma. He’s smiling like he’s not in on the joke–amused but so very confused. 

“What?” Fuma asks, brows raised in what you’d call challenge.

K hesitates for a moment. Maybe he can sense the vibe between you two too. “Am… Am I missing something here? I’ve never heard your voice like that, dude.”

Fuma glances towards you, giving you the chance to sort out what’s quickly becoming something of a mess. K’s eyes follow his gaze. His brows raise as he stares at the side of your face.

“Okay, what’s going on? This is so weird.”

Your throat feels tight. It really shouldn’t be a big deal that you and Fuma used to see each other before you met K. You were single and it’s not like you knew K was friends with Fuma when you started seeing him. You and K are… well, you’re not sure what you are. But you’re not exactly in a committed relationship. At least, you don’t think so. So why is it so hard for you to just tell him the truth?

Because you still want Fuma to fuck you as badly as you did then, your brain bluntly spells out for you.

Obviously, you can’t say that.

You clear your throat, a sheepish smile curling on your lips as you look at K. “Oh, nothing. It’s just that… we know each other.”

K’s head cocks again, more curious.

“We dated,” Fuma clarifies.

K’s looking at Fuma again now. He looks like he’s waiting for Fuma to tell him it’s all a joke, but he never does.

To your surprise, K just starts laughing.

“Oh, thank god. You guys were being so weird I thought something was really wrong.” His arm slinks around your shoulder.

Okay…

Not wanting to ruin your apparent get out jail free card, you laugh too. Fuma throws in a chuckle as well. All of you seem to be relieved.

Why does this feel weird?

K is looking down at you adoringly, dropping his head to kiss your forehead before turning back to Fuma.

“So, what? Was it just like one date or… Oh my god, did you guys sleep together?” He’s laughing as he asks. He really doesn’t care.

Unless this is him being hysterical before he snaps.

But you don’t think so.

Your cheeks feel warm at this question. The answer is obviously no, but if he would’ve asked if you wanted to sleep together, well…

“No,” Fuma answers. You’re grateful that he seems to be taking the lead here. You’re feeling a combination of arousal and nerves that’s making it hard to think straight.

“I was being a gentleman. She only just escaped me.”

Your mouth goes dry at those words. What the fuck does that mean?

Did he want you just as badly? Was he restraining himself for your benefit? Why is that so hot? Why is that so fucking frustrating? ‘Escaped?’ What was he going to do to you on your next date? Is the offer still on the table? 

Shut up, y/n. It doesn’t matter.

K sputters out yet another laugh, this one born of disbelief.

“Maybe that’s where you went wrong, dude. I didn’t do that and here we are.”

Your jaw literally drops and K sees it in his peripheral vision.

“Fuck, y/n. I didn’t mean anything by that. You know that, right? I was just messing around.”

Really, you’re not mad. He’s right. Back then, you were desperate for Fuma to stop being such a gentleman. If only he was as good at reading you as K seems to be.

“I know, I know. Don’t worry. I’m not upset.” You smile at him, your fingers playing with his as they drape over your shoulder.

“Is he right?”

Your eyes widen. You look at Fuma. He doesn’t seem to be joking.

“What?” 

“Is he right?” Fuma repeats. “Should I have been less of a gentleman?”

What do you even say right now? Answering that would feel like disrespecting K in front of his face. You look at him for guidance, your eyes screaming help. Tell your friend to chill out. Tell him it’s none of his business. Tell him it doesn’t matter now.

K gestures towards Fuma with his free hand, giving you a single nod as if to say go ahead, answer him.

“Uh, I–” You’re struggling to put together a response that’s somehow honest but respectful but clear at the same time.

“Yeah. Kinda. I guess.”

God, you sound like such a dumbass, don’t you? You were going for nonchalant, noncommittal. Instead, you sound like a blubbering idiot.

They both laugh. You don’t know what reaction you were expecting, but you weren’t expecting them to laugh.

“Dude, she was waiting for you to make a move. You’re such an idiot!” 

“Excuse me for trying to be respectful.”

“Respectful? Respect her wishes!”

“Okay, okay. Yeah. I dropped the ball.”

“BIG time.”

You’re listening to them go back and forth, feeling like you’re in the twilight zone. This is all so bizarre.

“Fuck, dude. You really missed out.”

You bite into your bottom lip at K’s words. Other women in your shoes might feel offended by the two of them talking like this, but you’re not those women.

You feel fucking powerful. 

Two of the hottest, most interesting men in the world talking about how much they want you? How good it is to have you like that?

Fucking yum.

K is gazing at you, his eyes showing you that he’s replaying every time you’ve slept together in his head. He takes your jaw lightly in his hand, brushing his thumb over it as he gives you a sneak peek at the inner desires of his mind, his eyes holding yours hostage. “She’s fucking incredible.”

You shift on your feet, feeling that familiar stick between your thighs. 

Fuma hums. “I bet she is.”

A grin forms on K’s face–proud, cocky.

He lifts your gaze further, his hand tilting your jaw up–more of a show that you’ll let him handle you than anything else. “Tell me, y/n. Do you wish you would’ve slept together?”

“K–”

“Just tell me the truth, pretty. I won’t be mad.”

A moment of silence. 

Then two. 

Then three.

“I–yeah.”

God, you feel like you could fall off the face of the earth right now.

K hums this time, a small smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. You’re not sure if he’s pleased by your honesty or pleased by the answer itself. You don’t dare look at Fuma. 

“Good, baby. I appreciate your honesty.” He leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, his hand never releasing its hold on your jaw.

He gives a sidelong glance to Fuma and looks back at you.

“Would you want to… now? If I brought him back to my place with us?”

Fucking what?!

Sensing your confusion in the slackening of your jaw and the way your eyes round, K chuckles softly and elaborates. “I’m not trying to trick you.” His hand moves from your jaw to card through your hair, surely trying to relax you. “It seems like you two have… unfinished business.” A playful smile. “I don’t mind letting him see what he’s been missing–what I get to have.”

You must be dreaming. No, you’re just full-on hallucinating at this point.

“That is, if you want to. And if he wants to… but I know the fucker. He wants to.”

K glances towards Fuma and raises his brow, proving how well he knows him when Fuma rolls his eyes but nods his head.

This is what wet dreams are made of.

You exhale a shaky breath, not realizing you were holding one. “K, I don’t think–”

“Don’t think. Don’t use your head, baby. Do you want it?” K’s fingers glide over your scalp and down the back of your neck, your head instinctively tilting up to him, baring yourself to him. “Yes or no? Quick.”

“Yes.”

“There we are.”

K’s lips find yours again, this time kissing you properly. You sigh into his mouth as he tilts his head, feeling like you’re so deeply embedded in a fantasy world you never want to return from. You risk opening your eyes to peek at Fuma who is not-so-secretly using this moment to ogle your body. Fuck, you love how it feels when he looks at you like that. You lock eyes for a moment and he winks at you.

How does he still look so casual? Does nothing get under his skin?

K gently tugs on your bottom lip as he breaks the kiss, giving you one last reassuring peck before standing up straight again. 

“Alright, well, that settles it.”

You and Fuma are both just standing there, letting K dictate every move. You get the feeling that Fuma isn’t usually one to let anyone else run the show, but he’s smart enough to play his cards right when presented with an opportunity this good.

“Fuma, keys.” K holds up his hand, waiting for Fuma to toss them. Fuma doesn’t toss them right away, needing an explanation. With a lighthearted scoff, K grins. “You’re going to sit in the back with y/n. It’s probably best for you two to… warm up… to each other, don’t you think?”

Your heart is in your ass. You really need someone to pinch you.

Without a word, Fuma tosses K his keys.

K’s hand slides down your forearm, lacing his fingers through yours. “Let me know if you get uncomfortable at any point, okay?” He murmurs, giving your hand a squeeze. When you nod, he opens the back door of Fuma’s car, helping you in, making sure you sit in the middle seat. He kisses your forehead again and gives your thigh a squeeze just below your skirt before retreating to the sidewalk.

You hear K talking to Fuma, but you can’t quite make out what they’re saying–partially because you can’t hear with all the noise outside and partially because your heart is racing in your ears. None of this feels real. You’re in an unfamiliar car–the car that belongs to a man you used to date–and you’re about to be on your way to your current boyfriend(?)’s apartment so you can presumably fuck them both. Reality could never be this good.

You have to glance at yourself in the rearview mirror to assure yourself this is real, but you don’t believe yourself.

The light in the car shifts, alerting you to Fuma sliding into the backseat next to you. He’s already focused on you when K shuts the door behind him, his eyes on yours. You stare at each other, seemingly accepting this reality at the same time, only breaking eye contact when the driver’s door closes in front of you.

You both look up, meeting K’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He’s smiling in a cheeky way that makes you want to both smack and kiss him.

“Pretend I’m not here,” he says, waving his hand. “Well… don’t. But do. You know what I mean.”

K’s easygoing attitude is really helping to loosen some of the knots in your belly, though they’re only replaced with more knots–anticipatory knots. You’ll take those, though. 

You welcome those.

Fuma takes the request at face value, moving closer to you in small scoots until his thick thigh is pressed against the outer side of yours. Your stomach does a little flip that you hope Fuma doesn’t pick up on.

“Is this okay?” He asks, moving your hair behind your shoulder closest to him with a sweep of his finger.

You nod, you smile. Fuma smiles.

“That’s good,” he rumbles, dipping his head down to press a soft kiss to your jaw just in front of your ear. “You look gorgeous tonight, y/n.”

“T-thank you,” you stutter out, goosebumps spreading over your body at his nearness.

“Mm,” he hums in response. “Can you look at me?”

You turn your head slowly, thrilled but nervous. Fuma’s gaze settles on your lips, tracing them. He lifts his gaze back to yours and leans in, slotting his lips with yours as his hand finds its way to your waist.

Okay, so we’re not wasting any time with pleasantries. That’s fine. The two of you wasted more than enough time those months ago.

You melt into Fuma’s kiss, your hand catching the front of his shirt at his chest. He kisses you slow for minutes, you’re sure, never once using his tongue. His hand kneads down your waist to your hip, gripping. Your mouth parts in a silent gasp, effectively breaking the kiss.

Fuma chuckles, giving your hip a squeeze. “It’s that easy, huh?”

You should be fucking mortified but instead you’re wet. Soaking wet.

Fuma’s eyes drag down your body, removing his hand from you so there’s no buffer for his line of sight. Once he reaches your feet, they make their way back up, his hand sliding onto the top of your thigh. He rubs your knee for a fleeting moment before wrapping his hand over you, his fingertips resting on the inside of your lower thigh. He catches your gaze with his own, seeking out your reaction.

He only finds a spark of anticipation in your eyes, much to his delight.

Fuma leans in towards you again, this time hovering his lips near your ear. “You like that, right?” He’s asking but he already knows the answer. The way your skin jumps under his palm would give you away even if you tried to lie. He slides his hand up a smidge, continuing to speak directly into your ear. “You wanted me to touch you like this all those times, didn’t you? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Your face feels like it’s on fire at the question. You didn’t expect him to put you on the spot. 

“I just– I–”

“You just what, baby?” He’s both tender and provocative. His hand slides up further, dragging the hem of your skirt along with it.

“I guess I… I wanted you to want me so badly that you couldn’t help yourself.” Your eyes widen as the words come out of your mouth. You can’t believe you were so honest. You hadn’t intended to be.

True to character, Fuma doesn’t flinch at the blurted confession. He chuckles, his hand stopping its movement up your thigh to grip it, gently pulling it away from the other. Spreading you.

“If only you knew, y/n.”

You’re about to pass out. Your heart is beating out of your chest and you feel so drunk-dizzy and you haven’t gotten close to having everything you want tonight.

Luckily, K comes to your rescue. The sound of his voice is almost sobering but not quite. You had forgotten he was even there. It kinda makes you feel like shit but you kinda don’t care too much about being a decent person right now.

“What color panties is she wearing for us today?” is what K says.

You glare at K through the rearview mirror as if he didn’t just make your pussy flutter with excitement. He’s smug.

“Let’s see.” Fuma is speaking loud enough for K to hear now.

Fuma’s hand slides the rest of the way up your thigh, pooling your skirt at your waist. Your fingers curl into the backseat as you experience embarrassment laced with an addictive sensation you can’t quite put your finger on. Your spread thighs do nothing to hide your panties from either man.

“Looks like blue,” Fuma states much too matter-of-factly. His voice drops when he adds, “See through little things. You should see the wet spot on her.” He brushes said spot with the back of his knuckles, barely grazing.

You’re horrified when a needy moan immediately slips out of your mouth like it was just waiting to be released.

K tsks but he’s licking his lips in the rearview mirror. Fuma is smirking, spreading your thighs wider. 

“You really can’t wait, can you?” He teases, pulling your closest leg over his own. He rests his palm on your inner thigh, rubbing it up and down, getting within millimeters of your dampened panties but never touching that little spot again. You exhale a frustrated breath, your back arching slightly as you fight the urge to lift your hips and press against his hand yourself.

“Fuck, I love when she gets like that,” K rasps from up front.

“It’s cute,” Fuma agrees.

You take a deep breath, leaning your head back against the seat as you close your eyes. It’s too soon to be acting like a cat in heat. Even if that’s what you feel like right now.

Taking pity on you, Fuma gives you a little something to get you by. You feel him take your hand and place it over the crotch of his pants. You can tell that’s where you are by the cold metal of his zipper. Your fingers instinctively curl, a small hiss of delight leaving you when you feel that he’s hard beneath the fabric. He guides your hand, encouraging you to rub him, to feel what will soon be yours.

“Soon, pretty,” with a nip at your earlobe.

“Sooner than you think,” K adds.

You open your eyes to investigate K’s words, relieved when you see K pulling into the parking garage of his apartment complex. You laugh breathlessly, the delicious absurdity of the situation making you feel weightless.

K parks the car and gets out to open the back door for you. Fuma fixes your skirt and K offers you his hand, pulling you to meet him for a brief kiss before closing the door. He looks at you for a second, checking to make sure you’re still okay, and nods, placing your hand in Fuma’s when he makes his way around. K falls back, letting Fuma lead you ahead of him, watching.

Like everything else, it feels bizarre to have K just watch you be with another man, but like everything else, you like it. A lot.

K only moves ahead of you to unlock the door to his place.

K steps aside to let you inside first, Fuma leading you directly to K’s sectional. You can tell by the way he moves that he’s been here many times before and that makes your stomach twist excitedly. You never knew all the times you spent the night and the morning with K that the hypnotic man that escaped you had been here too. You’re surprised you couldn’t smell him–that’s how much you wanted him. How much you still want him.

Fuma doesn’t let go of your hand until he reaches the couch, turning to face you. Your heart freezes in your chest. He gives you a small smile and holds eye contact with you as he takes a seat in the middle of the couch. His hands find the backs of your thighs and gently pull forward until you’re straddling him, your hands on his shoulders with a soft oof. 

Fuma’s hands slide up the back of your thighs beneath your skirt, fingers playing with the hem of your panties. “Did you wear pretty panties like this for me?” He whispers the question against your lips but never kisses them.

You nod. You feel the couch sink next to you and glance over to see K watching you two. He’s enjoying this–flaunting you to Fuma.

Fuma’s hands work themselves underneath your panties, taking each cheek in a sandy palm. “Such a pretty fucking thing,” he mumbles against your ear as your gaze is still locked on K. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you’d swear K can tell by the way he smirks at you.

Surely he just knows what gets to you.

You reach for K’s crotch, index finger and thumb pulling at his zipper. You’re so fucking grateful for him right now. You can’t make him feel left out.

K lifts a brow and grins, taking it upon himself to finish opening up his pants.

“This what you want, baby?” He asks, fishing his cock out of boxers, stroking it as he watches your pupils dilate.

Yes. No. I want it inside of me. But yes. Fuck, yes.

You’re nodding but before you can answer him properly, Fuma is turning your cheek with his hand, devouring your lips the moment they reach his. You moan into his mouth, your hips involuntarily rocking against his lap, seeking something, anything to relieve your aching need. Fuma echoes your moan with a groan of his own, his hands settling on your hips to guide you–back and forth in his lap, back and forth against the throbbing erection in his pants.

“Lay over my lap, gorgeous.” A simple order from Fuma as his lips break from yours.

You do as you’re told, sliding off of Fuma’s lap onto the couch beside him. You get on your knees first and stretch yourself out, draping your body across his thighs, your cheek resting on K’s knee.

“Listening so well tonight, aren’t you, baby?” K praises, petting your hair affectionately.

“Yeah,” you say. “You’re so good to me,” you say.

K’s eyes sparkle at you in a similar way as when you exited the cinema earlier, but the mood feels much heavier with his hand stroking his cock in your face.

The good kind of heavy, of course.

Intense is probably the right word.

Fuma’s hands are readily exploring your lower body–wandering over the backs of your legs, pushing your skirt up to your waist, dipping between your soft thighs to rub the wet spot on your panties.

“A–aah,” you gasp.

Both men are chuckling, sharing a look with each other before training their attention back on you.

“So cute when you’re all sensitive,” K coos.

“So. Fucking. Tempting.” Fuma echoes, fingers prying your panties aside. His fingers make direct contact with your slippery core, hissing when his fingertip prods at your entrance only to find out that he could easily slip it inside you right now without any resistance. “Y/n, fuck. If you want something, you better tell me. You remember what happens when you keep it to yourself.”

Not. Fucking. Ever. Again.

You take a deep breath as you look at Fuma, finding it hard to regulate such a natural bodily function when your body only seems to care about being filled. Your hand reaches back, circling Fuma’s wrist as his pads continue to skate through your glossy folds. “I want your fingers in me,” you tell him with heated cheeks. “Wanna finally know what it feels like.”

“That’s a good girl,” Fuma rumbles, instantly rewarding your obedience with his middle finger, your walls gripping the single digit.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, your eyelids fluttering. You don’t know if it’s the physical sensation or the idea of Fuma’s fingers being inside of you that you like more.

“She loves being fingered. Gets my wrist fucking soaked,” K volunteers. 

Your pussy clenches again and Fuma clicks his tongue.

“Seems she also loves it when you talk about her like that.” Fuma inserts a second finger easily, his free hand moving under the front of your body and pushing up until you arch yourself for him. His fingers are pumping rhythmically inside you, occasionally but irregularly curling inside you so you’re never prepared for the extra bit of ecstasy. “You like having two men throbbing over you, don’t you?”

You nod eagerly, your mouth hanging open as you push back against Fuma’s fingers, fucking yourself on them as much as he’s fucking you with them.

K takes notice of your open mouth and takes hold of your face, tracing your lips with his thumb. He dips it inside, watching as you immediately close your lips around it, suckling. Just like he thought.

“I’ve got a good use for that open mouth, pretty.”

K’s hand pulls you forward, eyes silently telling you exactly what he wants, not that you had any questions. His hand is brushing your hair out of your face as you lower your head and snake your tongue out to taste the head of his cock. His hips buck at first contact and you moan, salivating over how sensitive he seems to be over all of this too.

You take K’s cock in your mouth, determined to make him feel better than ever for letting you have this night. This experience. You fight like hell to keep your focus on tonguing and sucking and swallowing his cock despite the way you’re trembling in Fuma’s lap, the wet sounds of his fingers plunging into you filling the small space the three of you share. 

It’s impossible, but fuck if you’re not trying.

You watch through watery, dreamy eyes as K’s head falls back against the couch, lids low as he watches you in awe. You’re trying so hard to not be overwhelmed by your own pleasure that you don’t even notice when Fuma starts moving–not really. You knew your body was being moved but you didn’t really know what was happening.

You feel Fuma’s hand travel up your spine, palming the back of your neck. “You feel that, y/n?” He asks, rubbing what you can only imagine is the head of his cock against the soaked through fabric of your panties. You moan around K’s cock, nails curling into the top of K’s thigh. Fuma laughs and your panties are rolling down your legs. 

“Tell me you want me to fuck you, y/n,” Fuma says, the head of his cock pushing against your entrance without ever breaching it. “If you tell me, you can have it. I know how much you want it.”

You whine around K’s cock, feeling impatient and a little frustrated that Fuma isn’t already inside you. You pull off of K, panting and licking your lips to compose yourself just enough to speak.

“Fuma, please don’t tease me,” you whine, purposefully poutier than you’d usually be. One thing you know from dating Fuma is that he can’t find it in himself to deny you anything. Your hand is pumping K, never allowing him to be forgotten. He thrusts up into your palm, his quiet grunting background noise to the back and forth between you and Fuma. “Please fuck me. Please. I want it. Want you inside me.”

“How could I ever say no when you sound so sweet begging me for it?” Fuma teases and praises, dragging his cockhead up and down your slit a few more times. “I’d give you anything your little heart desires.” Fuma pushes himself inside you, slowly inching himself inside to allow you to accommodate him, though it’s not difficult when you’re already dripping buckets onto the couch. He’s groaning the whole way through, his hands digging into your hips harshly for restraint.

“Fuck, she feels so good. You lucky son of a bitch.”

K laughs, tightening your hand around his cock as he fucks into it more aggressively at Fuma’s words. “Yeah, you’re a real fucking idiot for fumbling her.” 

Fuma starts with slow thrusts, testing your limits surely, wanting to get a feel for what you’re willing to take. K’s hand guides your drooping head up to look at him, thumb brushing your cheek soothingly. “Can I have that pretty mouth back, baby?”

Of course. Anything for you. Are you kidding?

Instead of answering in a slur like you know would happen, you lean forward again, taking K’s cock back into your mouth. You suckle on the tip, drag your tongue along the sides, push him further down your throat than you can stand. His hands comb through your hair, massage your jaw, wipe at the saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. He’s cursing and moaning and telling you how you couldn’t be more fucking perfect for him.

All while another man is fucking you.

His friend, to be clear.

Fuma’s thrusts are calculated and deep, finding that spot inside you as if he’s visited it a million times before. He’s rough but in a way that says I know you can handle this. He’s fast now. He’s driving himself into you with such ferocity that you’ve barely recovered from the last thrust before he’s overwhelming you with the next.

He’s reducing you to a moaning, shaking mess, that’s what he is. He’s about to make you come, that’s what he is.

K notices you struggling to blow him, noting the all too familiar signs of your approaching orgasm. “It’s okay, baby. Don’t worry about me. I’ll have my turn.” He pulls your face up and leans down to meet it, silencing a strangled moan with a kiss. He falls back against the couch again, taking over the job of tending to his cock–stroking it as he watches the sight unfolding before him.

Fuma leans over your back, his hand wrapping around your throat. He holds you up against his chest, sharp thrusts punctuating his words spoken low against your ear. “You take it so well, y/n. I can feel the way you’re squeezing me. You want to come for me, don’t you? In front of your boyfriend, right? That gets you off, right?”

You’re glitching at this point, your mind breaking euphorically. You’re nodding as much as you can with Fuma having you in his hold so securely, moaning and panting and whimpering. The three of you are all watching each other, though you are clearly the star of the show. “S-so good,” you stutter. “Feels s’good.”

Fuma hums his approval in your ear, his thrusts reaching a point of punishing. “You feel so good around me, baby,” he says, his breath heavy. You can tell he’s close too by the way his thrusts lose some of their control, getting sloppier as he chases that feeling of release. “Gonna come inside your pretty pussy, baby,” he says.

And to be honest, that’s all it takes.

You’ve been dreaming about the day Fuma does exactly like that. So who could blame you when the words alone send you over the edge–send you reaching for K’s hand for stability as you come on Fuma’s cock?

Your orgasm blacks out your vision and you squeeze K’s hand for grounding. He squeezes back and you can hear Fuma losing control behind you, managing a handful more thrusts before his own body stutters, his own orgasm coloring your insides.

He keeps thrusting as you both try to clear your hazy heads, slowing his hips and focusing on decorating your neck with kisses much softer than the way he fucked you.

“That’s my pretty girl,” K muses, lovingly tracing your cheek with his fingers. His other hand is still stroking his cock but slower now, despite its pulsing need. You nuzzle against his hand and he coos, his eyes softening despite their hunger.

“Fuma?” K calls.

“Mm?” Fuma answers.

“Sit her on my cock.”

Now when they talk about you like you’re not here, it feels like they’re doing it because they know you can’t speak for yourself. Not at the moment. Not when they’ve gotten you this cockdrunk.

You let Fuma gather your body in his strong arms, getting only a little bashful because you can feel the mess between your thighs all too clearly when you’re not plugged up by his cock. He kisses the side of your head  as he lifts you, passing you off into K’s waiting, outstretched arms.

K settles you on his lap, whispering words of encouragement and praise into your ear as he plugs the hole Fuma occupied only moments ago. So good for us. So fucking pretty like this. Feels good not having a single thought in your pretty head, mm? My pretty girl deserves another orgasm, doesn’t she?

You feel like jelly in K’s lap, trusting the two beautiful men surrounding you to take care of your and your body. Everything feels so good right now. Everything feels like too much right now. You never want it to end. 

You whimper as you lean your head back against K’s chest, grinding your hips in a desperate effort to take his cock properly. He tsks, one hand holding your hip in place. “No, baby. Let me. Just sit there and feel good for me, okay?” 

K motions for Fuma to kneel on the ground in front of you with a wave of his hand and you might be surprised when Fuma follows his lead if you were capable of using your brain at the minute.

He really wants to take care of me, you’d think. My pleasure is important to him, you’d be delighted to know.

As Fuma makes himself comfortable on the ground between your spread thighs, K is pumping himself up into you. “Did you miss my cock, baby?” He’s asking, not expecting an answer. Already knowing the answer. His hands are pushing your top up above your breasts, groping them and tweaking your nipples between his fingers. 

“Look at her. She’s fantastic,” K tells Fuma. “Cant believe you fucked her before you even got to see these.” 

K must mouth something to Fuma because he goes from looking over your shoulder to rubbing your clit, watching as K’s cock enters you over and over.

You’re so sensitive right now and every single thing they say and do is making it worse. You’re whining but you’re not sure for what anymore. You don’t want it to stop. You want more. It’s already overstimulating. You don’t want it to stop. “K, please,” you manage.

“Please what, baby?” He asks, nuzzling his nose against your jaw. His thrusts pick up in speed and intensity–he knows exactly what. “You want to come again, baby? Is that it?”

Fuma starts to wiggle his thumb on your clit in tighter, quicker circles at the mere mention of you wanting an orgasm and you squirm on K’s lap, moans pitching up to pathetic levels.

“It’s okay, baby. You can come for me.” K soothes, one hand still fondling your breast as the other holds your hip for leverage, pounding into you from beneath. His own breathing is ragged and you know he’s close too.

Frankly, he’s been dying to come inside you since he was in your mouth.

“K-K–” You whisper, eyebrows knit in the middle. It’s a feeble attempt at expressing just how good you feel right now. How he’s everything you could have ever wanted and he feels perfect inside you and you’re going to come.

And you do.

Fuma doesn’t stop rubbing your clit as you come, pressing down firmly when he sees it happening, jumping at the chance to add to your pleasure. He’s watching you like you’re a once in a lifetime experience, making soft sounds of wonder as you writhe in K’s lap, body spasming from all the stimulation. If you were seeing black earlier, you’re seeing white now.

“S-shit,” K stutters, taking both hips in his hands as he holds you down on him, not letting you escape as he deposits white ropes inside you.

This time, everyone stops. Catching their breath. Processing what has happened. Replaying it over in their minds already.

Then, everyone starts laughing.

It’s just half hearted chuckles, the ones that happen when reality is stronger than lust.

It’s nice.

You’re limp on K’s lap, his chest to your back. Fuma is sitting on the floor between your thighs, his hands lightly holding your calves as a way to keep some sort of contact without you reading it as sexual in nature. Everyone is sweaty. Everyone is smiling. Everyone got to come.

Some of you got to come twice.

“Was that… was that crazy?” You finally break the silence. You feel responsible for what happened here even though it wasn’t your idea. It wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you.

“Yeah, probably,” Fuma says.

“No, definitely,” K says, still laughing.

K wraps his arms around your middle and rests his head on your shoulder. “But it was fun, wasn’t it?”

Fuma nods.

“Yeah,” you say. “Fun and fucking insane.”

[celticcrossanon]

Will you be doing a reading on how Harry feels about Prince Louis? I'd be interested to see it in comparison to how he feels about Prince George and Princess Charlotte. Prince Louis looks like Princess Catherine and he always steals the show when he's with the rest of the family at an event. Harry probably thinks all the attention Prince Louis gets should be his, he admitted in the past his time was limited before Prince William's children got all the attention but I think he's surprised it happened so soon.

Harry's desire to displace Prince William's children is expected, his very negative and troubling feelings seem to mirror those he has about Prince William. He didn't bother to hide his envy and jealousy in the past and rather than work on becoming a better person he's festered into an even worse one.

Harry and Meghan seem fixated on how their children look, "they look like Spencers", "blue, blue, blue eyes", "long thick hair" etc. I suspect Harry and Meghan wish their children looked liked Prince George and Princess Charlotte. Prince George is the most Spencer looking and Princess Charlotte looks very much like her father who looks very much like Princess Diana. It makes me think the appearances of Prince George and Princess Charlotte have made Harry's feeling become nastier and can only be described as wicked.

Your readings make me think of evil characters in fairy tales. Harry wants some misfortune to take place and he'd be happy if Prince William's children were no longer here. He's cast himself and his family out but wants to destroy the happy and beautiful royal family that exists which he feels should be him and his family.

Meghan has always disliked Prince Louis, her past habit of putting out PR on his birthday showed that. I suspect it's because he was born in 2018 and stole the limelight from her. I do wonder if his similarity to Princess Catherine is something that makes Harry and Meghan feel more negatively towards him as they're both obsessed in their own ways with Princess Catherine.

Have you considered doing readings on how Meghan feels about the Wales children? It's probably the same as Harry but I wonder if their inner feelings match.

Thanks for doing these readings, it can't be fun and even though they're not surprising they are disappointing. If your readings were about any other family member I'd be shocked and think them outrageous but for Harry it's not only believable but not at all shocking.

Hi Nonny,

You are welcome for the readings.

Harry and Prince Louis is the next reading on the list. I'm planning to do that one tonight when the household is asleep and I have my quiet time.

I hadn't thought of doing Meghan and the children but I will now, just to see what comes up. I expect more animosity from her than from Harry, but we shall see.

I think Harry's animosity towards his brother's children is driven by a number of things - their looks, yes, but also the press comments on their looks and the press attention they get, as well as how well behaved and sweet they are (nothing negative to spin into a horrible narrative) and I suspect the animosity towards his brother would spill over on the children whatever they were like.

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Reading the Iliad, Book 16 thoughts

This is my first time ever reading it and I know next to nothing abt greek mythology so if I interpret anything wrong by all means pls correct me

Im reading the Robert Fagles translation

Patroclus has his moment in the sun. Too bad the god of the sun doesn't like him all that much

Haven't finished the book but I'm pretty sure this is my favorite chapter

Patroclus makes it back to Achilles' tent in full-blown tears and instead of being helpful Achilles says "You're crying like a little girl clinging to her mother's skrits and that's really uncool of you."

LMAO like Achilles wasn't doing the fucking same in book one

Achilles then wonders if Patroclus has heard news back from Phthia, maybe one of their fathers dying.

Patroclus basically tells him that it's a shit show out in the camp and things are not looking good for them.

This man even gives Achilles the benefit of the doubt and asks him if there's some prophecy Achilles hasn't told him about that is barring him from fighting. Achilles is like "Agamemnon disrespected me and it's not deeper than that tbh"

Bro..

I feel like we have to give Achilles his flowers here bc if he isn't anything else he's committed to the bit THAT MAN IS NO QUITTER. In the worst way possible ofc

Achilles calls Patroclus "My Prince🥹" IM FINNA CRY

Then we get into the whole "Put me in your armor" thing and Homer writes Patroclus as "condemned to beg for his own death" so we love that ig

Achilles tells Patroclus to NOT fight Hector and to just push the Trojans away from the ships and to definitely NOT try to take Troy without him.

Achilles stresses that Apollo may kill Pat if he does any of those things.

Honey, you got a big storm coming..

"Sure" - Pat

Jump back to Ajax (greater) bc he's kinda on the ropes, he's tired, he's being swamped, he's struggling

Achilles sees this and he's like "Okay hurry up and get out there NOW"

Patroclus takes every piece of Achilles armor except for the shield and the spear because no man besides Achilles can even lift them

Achilles assembles the Mrymidons into 5 battalions, led by 5 men I don't feel like naming to all be led under Patroclus and Automedon

While they ride off into battle Achilles goes into a chest of his and pulls out a super nice cup, fills it with wine, and prays to Zeus while pouring it on the ground

He prays for two things: "That the Mrymidons push the enemy back AND for the safe return of Patroclus." Zeus only grants one of these wishes

Take a wild guess which one🥲

Okay so Patroclus literally kills 15 people consecutively... AS IN ONE RIGHT AFTER THE OTHER

Sarpedon sees Patroclus going wild and he decides that he really doesn't like that so he hops off his chariot and begins making his way toward Pat.

Patroclus hops off his chariot to meet him halfway

Zeus is stressed as hell bc he doesn't want his son to die so he wrestles with the urge to just sprit Sarpedon away from the battlefield and away from danger

Hera tells him that he absolutely cannot do that because all the gods will hate his ass if he pulls a move like that PLUS he changes fate which means that all the other gods would do it too

But does Ahprodite not pull that move like every other chapter? No one's up her ass about it so why can't Zeus

Zeus is literally crying tears of blood but he says ok

Sarpedon and Pat start going at each other, and both miss a couple spear of throws at each other until Patroclus picks up his spear, lunches it, and hits Sarpedon square in the chest.

Rip Sarpedon

Glaucus calls out for Apollo to heal his arm (bc Teucer shot him in it) Apollo heals him so he grabs a bunch of ppl to protect Sarpedon's body from being stripped

Patroclus goes to both Ajax's and tells them that Sarpedon is dead and that they have to get his armor/keep pushing the Trojans back.

More fighting, more dying

I noticed that Homer was actually talking to Patroclus during this book ("Patroclus O my rider, you did [insert action here]) I think this is the first time he does this so far (correct me if I'm wrong)

Anyway ppl are still fighting over Sarpedon. Zeus is watching from afar and he just can't decide when Patroclus should die but he says "Not yet"

😔please stop

The Greeks end up stripping Sarpedon's body anyway

The Trojan army is shaking in their boots bc holy shit Patroclus is kinda fucking insane rn. Even Hector wants to go home at this point

The Greeks end up pushing the Tojans ALL the way back to the walls of Troy

Patroclus tries (and fails) three times to mount one of the towers BUT Apollo is a cheater and keeps knocking him down

Homer says Troy would have been taken that day if Apollo had not intervened.

On his fourth attempt to scale this fucking tower Apollo knocks Pat away again and yells "BRO THIS ISN'T EVEN UR DESTINY GO TF AWAY." 😭😭 wtf

"Okay my bad" - Patroclus🧍🏾‍♂️

Hector is inside the gates of Troy and bro does NOT wanna go back out there rn

This whole poem is just Hector not wanting to even be there and I don't blame him

Apollo comes to Hector in the form of his uncle and encourages him to get back on the battlefield bc Glory of something idk

*Sigh* so Hector rides out and makes a B-line straight for Patroclus....

Pat throws a rock at Hector which ends up hitting the guy driving his chariot right in the head and pops his fucking eyeballs out of their sockets.

Patroclus laughs at and taunts his corpse.

So now it's just Hector and Patroclus and they end up having this game of tug o war with the guy's body which the Greeks also win

Patroclus kills 27 MORE people

Apollo steps in and shit hit the fan yet again. He knocks Pat's helmet off and then starts fucking up Achilles' armor basically leaving him exposed to attack.

THEY ARE FUCKING JUMPING MY GOAT PATROCLUS

A random man throws a spear which lands in Patroclus's back and he falls forward

Hector walks up as Patroclus is trying to claw his way back to safety and stabs him in to stomach

Hector starts shit talking. And I like Hector don't get me wrong but bro you were just pissing urself about having to fight this man like a paragraph ago???

But does Patroclus go out like a bitch? NO. He looks at Hector and says "You didn't earn this kill and we both know that. TEWNTY Hectors wouldn't be able to bring me down, Apollo is the one who killed me not you and Achilles is gonna rock ur shit soon enough♥️." And Hector is like "🤨?"

LIKE HELLO??? HE FUCKING ATE THAT

And then he dies

When the one character I read the book for in the first place barely had any screentime and the one time they do they end up fucking dying

Rip to the babygirl ig

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SO UM Ppl don't really see me write but I've been inspired by this edit which broke me into 10000 pieces and danced on my grave

I tried to make Skarra in character as possible with his swifty personality of being self centered and desperate at the same time with quick switches and not to make him go in with just one personality here because I love my struggling boy with narcissism management class absences

Summary: Shakes and Skarra have a talk at the community center during the night that doesn't goes that well

No beta we die like Rasta's leg

Skarra and Shakes are at the back side of the community center. The coldness of the night is freezing both their faces and so of their classmates who have already finished their aftermath of training chit chat and night time enjoyment together. Well, without the deadly duo this time. It seems they're not leaving yet. Not until they do.

Skarra's looking around and waving to them a silent goodbye with quick smiles, no one really cares to ask what's up with these two for not having a word for the last few minutes since they pulled eachother out of the group into the side of the building. Shakes's avoiding eye contact with Skarra nevertheless, sometimes Skarra's eyes catch him but never gets a return. He has a cigarette on his fingertips that's been burning for a while but didn't really smoked. Ah, what a waste. Has Skarra ever smoked?

It's getting lonelier enough for it to be impossible for both of them to ignore each other's close presence next to eachother now. Skarra takes a deep inhale out of the cigarette and steps on it on the ground without looking at the cigarette, but to Shakes. Great, now Shakes's looking directly at him, seems to be ready. But not to open his mouth, Skarra will handle that

"So?"

Well that wasn't much but it seems the place to talk is more at Shakes's shoulders and there isn't more to add for his sake.

Still enough to encourage

"No.." Says looking at the back of his right foot with arms now crossed. Skarra tilts his head closer to his face with a confused face even he didn't realized he was doing.

They meet their eyes for a second, Skarra fixes his posture back. Wanders his eyes around the sky and his left to the right as fast as he can to come up with something while his mouth softly opens and shuts up with multiple things he stutters to say but doesn't.

Now he locks his face, focused enough to say "Why not?" Just full of curiosity now, unable to understand a reason why. Maybe Shakes can fill that gap. Oh, but he doesn't seem so normal as Skarra now, his closed mouth getting wider on his face and his eyes squinting under his eyebrows in distress. It takes him a lot of courage to let out the words "I wish you were a girl..."

The buzzing sound of the night time electricy light sounds louder than ever. The silence made them realize no one was left at the park now, they stopped checking the others leaving after they had started the conversation. A wind blowed so cold that it could've been the reason why Skarra's face is frozen in a broken smile but it was Shakes's last words.

Taking a step back, what else was there to say now, it's already been hard to just start it it wouldn't have been easier to continue as expected. Now he's not saying a word after he had turned his head around to a direction Shakes can't see. The distance makes Shakes take a step forward to get them to their old closeness a minute ago and reaches out his hand to his's

"It's okay"

"No it's not." Skarra pulls out his hand that Shakes didn't even touched yet to the back. Turning his body directed to him now, got over it.

What. What was I thinking when I said that, I just wanted to not give him the burden to respond to that now I wanted to finish it myself, Shakes thinks to himself before Skarra breaks into his thoughts with a yell you can imagine to have been filled with multiple question marks at the end if it was on text

"You're straight??" He feels a vibration on his throat after that yell. Now that just sounds unbelievable to him, kinda gets him into a shakey position to both make a talk and process that in his head.

"How is that even- For you- Alw-" well he's not succeeding in doing so.

"Shakes I have done everything I am everything you can't be considering some girls who hasn't even been as close as me to you to be the better option. Who else would it be to be your crush but not me? Aren't am I the best for you?

No, of course, I can't say that. You can like them. Shakes I don't care how many girls you want to be with but- ...what is wrong with me? You don't like me?"

"I like you..!"

Well that ended the high chance of some tears coming in if that lasted five seconds more. But it's just because his head is now focusing into what that meant. Didn't he said no at the beginning? Then what is-

"Please I'll be a secret."

Shakes feels heat on his forehead caused by some sweats

"You can have- You can have as many girlfriends as you want.

Fake- Fake girlfriends.

No one will know. I will never- will never tell anybody. I get what you're getting at. Ahahh, hah I get you! I get you. I understood what you're thinking of. I understood now. Sorry- Ah sorry I should've thinked for a second more then I would've-"

"Who would do that? Having fake girlfriends while dating you? How can you think I could do something like that to you."

Skarra's surprised to see his saving the situation options to be declined this quickly. They were awesome options too. He can handle it he thinks to himself.

Shakes please talk, I can't get myself to talk. Please I can't do it.

"Don't downgrade yourself like that Skarra. But I'm not that guy to do that. Or accept my happiness only if it's under closed doors without everyone I want to know not knowing. How long would that even go? You know if we start I would like to end the boyfriend stage to get to the next one"

"No, of course, of course I understand I understand you haha you misunderstood me of course I also think of- think of that- you said that- yeah I do." He says whilst lifting both his hands. What a nervous tone, how not fitting to Skarra's usual self everyone has always seen. Even Shakes to be honest. But he has never been this desperate.

Shakes seems to think this isn't going anywhere now expect for the bottom. But just a flinch of his legs to the side direction makes Skarra grab his hand and pull it closer to his chest as he makes sure for it to be not going anywhere. Not at this moment no Shakes can't leave he'll figure this out.

"Shakes please I have never cried infront of you you can't make me now. I'm not a girl but what else do you want me to do now you can't just leave me without a clue. Are you cruel you're not cruel you're sweet- so sweet"

This sentence has period dots in it. In real life it didn't.

Shakes's focus shifts into the heartbeat his hand manages to feel as they're still being gripped infront of Skarra's chest, those are as fast as his words. At least his heartrate won't be known now.

He snaps back to reality as his eye notices Skarra's shaky hand lifting a bit to reach to gently touch his face but his low courage pulls it back before even he gets a tiny bit close.

Now he lets the other hand drop Shakes's hand too. Seems like nothing he says will change his mind. "I'll think." Shakes says and gives him hope

"Yes. Yes you go think. You should think." Skarra nods quickly

"Would you want me to drop you?"

Hah, what a question. Is Shakes even emotionally avaible to consider the chances of this whole rollercoaster happening again but this time in the car with more risk and no way of walking away? Even if he told Skarra to come only in the condition of him not saying a word again about it just the tension would be enough to make him regret it

"No, thanks"

"It's okay" adds quickly "I wasn't gonna leave now anyway hah I was gonna leave in an hour or so" lie. He only says that so Shakes has enough time to walk back home before him having to drive past him in an awkard way.

Shakes goes home with the failed plan of "thinking about it when I arrive home", for he wasn't able to think of anything else the whole road.

Skarra falls asleep in the car. Not because he was so sleepy but why go back home now? He was gonna come here tomorrow anyway. No need to meet up with some housemates who's probably been still awake at this hour.

[seriouslycromulent]

So I'm just going to say it ...

I know there's a lot of folks who aren't feeling the new Night Court series, and it's likely not going to get renewed for another season. But I am proudly in the minority of folks who are enjoying the show and I appreciate what it's trying to do and the laughs it provides.

And this week's episode is a great example of that. Setting aside my pro-anyone-associated-with-Broadway-is-awesome bias, this week's episode was fantastic!

Sidenote: Yay! Andrew Rannells!

This episode was grounded in what felt like an honest commentary of what is going on in the world. And I especially adored it because my personal backstory is that the episode was probably born from an actual conversation someone had about or with John Larroquette in real life.

There was both silliness (the whole bit about the EDM festival in Flushing) and heart (the conversation at the end where Dan expresses how it hurt that the people he cared about where just humoring him because of his age). I love it when the show does that!

The B storyline (the lie detector test/crush on Wyatt) was just as funny as the A storyline, and it helped reveal just a little bit more about the characters as well, which is always appreciated. Character development has always been a must when it comes to any show truly resonating with me, and it's nice to see they haven't forgotten that.

I also appreciated the balance of this episode. Sure, there was a commentary about generational differences, but Julianne got to represent the cooler members of the older generations. And Andrew Rannells' character Tad represented how a bit douche-y and annoying some members of younger generations can be, especially toward older gens. The point being that ageism can go both ways. But in the end, everyone got to be funny and showcase how each person in the cast is talented in their own way.

I understand that this might be the last season of the new version, but I am unapologetically enjoying it and wish the network would give it space to find its rhythm like the original series got a chance to do. As much as I enjoyed the OG Night Court, I won't pretend that it didn't need a couple of years to find the right cocktail of talent and its own singular voice.

Surely, I'm not the only one who remembers that there was an entirely different court clerk before Charles Robinson joined in the 2nd season, 2 public defendants before Markie Post joined in the 3rd season, and 2 bailiffs before Marsha Warfield joined in the 4th season. And even though there were funny and heartfelt episodes in the first 3 seasons, the show didn't really hit its stride until the 4th season when Marsha joined the cast.

But unfortunately, audiences have shorter attention spans now, and any series that doesn't deliver nonstop gut-busting laughs in the first 2 or 3 episodes is often automatically considered "unwatchable" by the audiences who rely on a popular influencer or YouTuber to tell them what to think.

Oh well, I am determined to be grateful for what we have been allowed to enjoy. Because the show has really delivered some great laughs at a time when I most certainly needed them.

Now to convince NBC to release each season on DVD or in a downloadable permanent streaming format for those of us who would like to watch the show any time we want in the future.

[the-stove-is-divorced]

Glad we both enjoy hating omg.

AND YES! Istg the second that video dropped I watched it eagerly, I am such a Batman fan, ugh, if you're ever interested in him specifically, I'd heavily recommend Batman Animated Series, yearnful sigh. I miss when he's written well. And thank you! I appreciate this, I'm bound for a rewatch of this video, hehehe.

NO FR? Istg one of my BIGGEST pet peeves for lazy ass shipping is when OTHER characters have to comment on the relationship, as if it is in any way, shape, or form been properly conveyed as obvious to the audience. IT'S SO LAZY RAHHHHHH. Like you might as while have everyone calling them a couple and them blushing and saying NUH UH, and then never proceed to actually write them interested in each other, outside of predictable, boring commentary, WHICH IS OUT OF LEFT FIELD.

Rex and Eve are legit sm more interesting since they're supposed to be friends for years, then got together, and went through the same shit together. I'd legit rather than them than this. Why did Rex cheat? Why not explore any of these dynamics? Did Kate feel sidelined so she believed Eve and Rex were on a break? How shaky was their relationship?

Get this man in ethics, philosophy, therapy, and pysche classes istg. He truly needs college istg, bro needs education and awarenes. I do not believe he thought he actually thought of Eve, out of anything but guilt, if at ALL. This show feels like it's ACTIVELY trying to lie to me and it's not even doing it WELL? HELLO?

The villain opening was so dumb to me istg. Cecil's stuff I get why, but when it went back to why and justified why Cecil did what he did I wanted to roll my eyes. Like. I can assume why. I don't really need to see why. they're useful, and there's an unspoken GoG absence, yes? I get why Mark is opposed, sure, whatever. Can we use this time for anything else? If this show had more episodes and took things s l o w e r for once, it'd be more fitting to me. Otherwise? I don't care. Speaking of Oliver, they way he's better at fighting than Mark, like this is embarrassing. Mark lock in. Mark do better. Mark why is a child showing you up. WHY ARE EXPLICITLY SHOWN MARK IMPROVING AND THEN HE ACTS JUST AS SUCCESSFUL AS S1? HELLO?

I thought the fight against the underground monsters would be a great opportunity for him to be particularly lethal, like Omni-Man and actually show off some proper skills, and introduce Darkwing + Robots helping heros escape while he's distracted. Still can have Mark freak out, but people get reminded whose son he is. Casually shake off blood. Which we get later on (I wish it was cooler so bad, it's still my fav but with a hint of begrudging admittance), but I say why can't we have more feral Mark scenes? Why stop at one battle parallel with Nolan? Have him particularly lethal with monsters since he'll freak out over people, thinking of Angstrom! Let him mimic Nolan's efficiency and like casually dive through a monster's brain. Him freaking out when someone he cares about gets hurt is so dull to me, also? Did the venom work from the centipede????

GoG's breakup was truly so funny because none of these mfs have been meaningfully explored enough to make me shaken up that they're breaking up, or what that even means because their hero ecosystem isn't explored either! What's the stakes here? I don't get to see more dynamics I never got to see? I'm truly heart broken. Oh no. Also Immortal stay annoying me because bro truly invited himself, told everybody to stfu and get out to a team he decided he'd join back up again, and you're so correct he'd make a mf grovel to get back? Immortal don't be insufferable challenge.

Nolan being endeared to her because she's not afraid makes too much sense, omg. He's so baffled he's enraptured, and Debbie truly thinks he is not special for being capable of killing him, people could die randomly, asshole, get in line. I'd love to see how they got together if the show had time, and the potential dynamics from a "take no shit" Debbie and still learning about humanity, and flirting, Nolan.

REAL ASF THO. Like Invincible could be SO far if it was good. Shows where I'm already invested after it outright refuses to live up to it's potential are like catnip to me, I cannot shut up about it. I'm infuriated and enraptured and endeared. Begging everyone to watch this show, no I don't think it's incredible, watch it all anyway.

Please write the mentor Cecil fic of my dreams, if I can get some oneshots done I'd love to write it myself if I can think of some scenes. There's something so interesting about Cecil becoming an incidental (perhaps Mark opens up and Cecil Realizes: Oh, I can Use This) and then intentional mentor figure, (or again Mark insisting he needs to earn Immortal's approval to prove he's not his Dad fr). Like? Thefun extra wound of betrayal if Cecil still uses the whole scream thing! Maybe Robot/Rudy does a scan of him and finds it, and Mark has to conceptualize what it's for, or it's outright used to against him. I believe in Mark being put through the emotional ringer. Dad issues AND Dad-like mentor issues. Stack 'em.

GDA not have any contingencies or hidden plans is so baffling, like aren't you a paranoid department dealing with something as unstable and dangerous as supes? LIKE NO MEDICAL CHECK UP IS INSANE. Purposeful ignorance is so funny omg, they're actively make it difficult for them to pursue education lmao. But the way I would think they'd make Mark + Oliver binge every morality debate, philosophy, even skeezy therapy where the therapist is just snitching to what their mental states actually are. Enforcing Mark to understand how to fight mentally, and not following the same colonizer BS mindset. GIVE ME PARANOID GDA THINGS. Like if Mark went to college, does GDA have agent pretend to be a student to follow him?

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[m0ggers]

One Oni-Chan to rule them all and in the darkness bind them

the Kusōzu brothers because I have no fucking chill:

Choso: Walking Anxiety. Blood Manipulation. Eso: The Rizzler. Blood/Explosions. Kechizu: Golden Retriever. Hemophilia. Noranso: The Eeyore. Purification. Seioso: The Artist. Sensory Destruction. Lanso: Nature Nut. Freaky Shikigami. Sanso: Envelope Pusher. Dismemberment (you and him). Kosso: The Chill Friendly One. Bone Weapons. Shoso: The Gentle One. Disintegration.

(eso and kechizu got new faces bc 1. they died but came back so i wanted to nod to that 2. i'd like to have more than what amounts to 1.5 eps of content accessible to me if i ever want to do more edits 3. part of the "why does only choso get to be hot??? [sexualizes your otoutous]" bit)

[vaguely-concerned]

I've been trying to figure out a dynamic between neve and rye that I find more compelling, because right now there's not much of anything there for me to sink my little teeth into. but I think I've landed on something delicious with the idea that especially after minrathous gets fucked, rye looks at neve and sees myrna -- someone he feels he keeps letting down horribly no matter how hard he tries not to and can't quite achieve the approval of/connection with that he wishes so it's better to just pull away completely and disengage rather than stay in that unshifting shame. neve is (very understandably) measured and distant with him after what happened, and he's flashing back to his student days of myrna gazing at the perpetually hungover heartbroken heap of a person of him on the other side of her desk every time he missed the deadline of a paper or project like '...can we at least both agree that this is. a bit disappointing. especially considering your potential.' (and him all smudged black eyeshadow and numb ruefulness being like 'sure that's a very kind way to put it myrna thank you'.)

aside from the 'if I let him get too deeply into this he'll go the way of brom and it'll be all my fault (again)' element, neve thinks rye is dismissing her and her city/being a bit callous in the same way he was after varric's death (listen. how fucking wild must rook's reaction to losing a beloved mentor seem to the rest of the crew who aren't seeing the blood magic paper doll ghost varric the whole time, especially those who got to see them interact. you WOULD think 'there's something wrong with this guy. putting the job first is one thing just not seeming to react at all is another this is fucking freaky', wouldn't you, especially after seeing the warmth in that dynamic in action beforehand.) perfect storm of two people who grit their teeth and turn inwards in pain deciding that not talking about it is their best bet (NEWSFLASH: IT ISN'T) lmao

(rye spent his last year of watcher training on a mostly joyless bender and then got it together enough to finish the eternal orb project last moment in a fevered near-sleepless week instead of the half a year that was intended. emmrich is both astounded and distressed to hear this. "a week? but -- but that is an astounding accomplishment rook!! and also why in the maker's good light would you ever do that to yourself?" ("well you see there was no one to stop me from doing it like that but me. and under those conditions these things tend to happen".) rye was working through/looking up stuff around transitioning and doing every kind of OTHER high level watcher research through that whole time, but ultimately he's an excellent watcher and a terrible student, at least under traditional methods. adhd from here to the fucking moon. touched by something akin to divine inspiration in moments of high tension that pulls all the threads into one coherent unbreakable cord, a bit of a frayed mess in most other settings. in our world he'd be dropping out of a masters program at the very last hurdle in this moment maker bless and protect him)

[kurosagihater]

ahaha yes let's do this with Romeo with the current understanding i hv about him (this is very much biased)

To begin, I think I have a thing for guys who fell from grace yet still act all mighty and proud and obnoxious as if the world should be handed to them on a silver platter (and I would fucking do it if I could. You have no idea how much I want to) but they actually worked hard to get to where they at. Before I liked him I liked Izumi (enstars) and I guess that's what they both have in common. I do have a taste. I hate that they're my taste sometimes (No I don't).

To be honest I won't argue much if people say they don't like his personality. I acknowledged the fact that he chased his junior with a literal weapon, stripped them, and confined them in a cage like he's treating some animal (sorry Kaito). He got his ambition and honestly... I get it. He's not afraid to take risk and he knows how to get things done, even though some of them aren't fair to others sometimes.

I don't wanna agree with the whole pretty privilege thing but believe me when I say I will follow through with it if it's him. God it feels so fucked up for me to type that but idk how else to explain it. "So you just like him because he's pretty?" fuck idk. maybe? I would still like him even without understanding his character lmao. But tell me why I would sit in silence for a whole night staring at nothingness every time I think of his stigma? Or his bad leg?

"He complaints a lot." They're all justified in my eyes. Man got high standards and it's people around him that are incompetent (I'm kidding). But hey, time is money and he won't be wasting any.

It amaze me how he can juggle everything all at once. Taking care of his appearance, taking care of the casino, taking care of Taiga. I would've lost my mind if I were him. I can't even keep a simple routine for myself like having a decent sleep and eating schedule (it's currently midnight as I'm typing this). Whatever fuel he has to keep himself going, I need that. (Is it revenge, I wonder...). And I need to keep my priorities straight but fffuuuuuck it's so difficult.

"He's selfish." I prefer other term like goal oriented. He's strict on himself and others (but not in Luca's "hard on others hard on himself" way). On the contrary, I, myself, leans more into the selfless category, and I got hurt a lot by that. I'd look at him and deep down I wish I can be a little selfish too. Just for myself. But at the same time I'd be haunted by the guilt that hasn't even come and I'd back out so fast. I am so sorry for being a loser, Romeo.

He's neither an optimist nor pessimist—he's a realist. At least to me. And he makes me want to be a better person—as weird as that sounds since we're talking about Romeo here.

I need more of his past, please. It'd hurt me most likely but I'll take any crumbs. He might bitch a lot but he's my bitch <3 (im sorry romeo pls put the gun down)

I draw the line at people calling him ugly. You will NOT put that word in the same sentence as him IDC IDC. If anyone ever say that we will argue sorry not sorry <3

And I wish people wouldn't reduce him to like a tsundere or smth. I mean he is one but come on...

That should be all for this. I can go on and on about the things I love about Romeo bcs I'm blinded like that LOL. The easiest thing is to say I like him because he's pretty so so fucking pretty I'd give him the world in its entirety. It'll save you the trouble from hearing my (more or less nonsensical) reasonings.

tkdb fans- reblog this post with your best defense for your favorite! I'm trying to understand what everyone likes about each character :D

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

Today was the last DND session for a three-year campaign and I am big sad :(

One of the players brought whiskey for a last toast, which was very kind of them. I had never had whiskey before. Turns out I do not like whiskey. Unsurprising.

It tastes like slightly nicer hand sanitizer.

[teamfortresstwo]

tbh I think Minthe and Hades was the most interesting dynamic in LO

[hollow-vok]

Ohh im obssesed

[grandmaestershibe]

family picture

[nyxypoo]

the two wind breaker character designs i like the most act so differently