#i had so much fun making this that it accidentally turned out over 4 minutes long

[dreaminofu]

You are in love

Bojere week, day 3: confession/realizing they’re in love + song that reminds you of bojere

Song: You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

Credits: Koppitules/2/3/4/5, nouroblem, spiuli, jokeroutmexico, kaarijasupporters, KäärijäDashCorn, Formulatv, YLE, jokerman, babyboojokeroutversion, mrgintsu, käärijäsupporters, Eurovision-Spain.com <3

[finkinthisfrew]

TEACHER'S PET (Pt.4)

cw: 18+, teacher/student, slow burn, pining, public arousal, public nudity, vomit (I'm so sorry- it's brief), v inappropriate :)

Since most of y'all were okay with another (accidental) chapter of buildup/tension/pining, here you are (any complaints that they haven't fucked yet can be disposed of directly in the garbage- good things come to those who wait &lt;3 )

Teacher's Pet Part 4

You barge through the door of the bar, your blood boiling, what was lust before now turning into anger as you storm towards the bar, your eyes burning your anger into the back of his head where he sits, chatting with the same band mate as before. You tear at the buttons of your Professors coat, wrenching it off of you and tossing it on his lap as step between him and his tall drummer friend. You lean in front of him across the bar towards the same bartender that’d been drooling over you mere minutes ago, painting on your most seductive smile.

“Hazel,” you hear your Professor warn quietly as you flutter your eyelashes at the bartender, ordering another drink from him.

“Maybe when you get off we could get out of here,” you say loudly with a cheeky grin to the bartender as he hands you your drink, blatantly ignoring your Professor. You slide a few bills across the bar, letting your fingers linger on the bartenders hand, just long enough for your Professor to open his mouth before swiftly turning around and walking away. You don’t even hear the bartender as he sputters and stutters at you while he drools over your backside. No, all you care about is the brief flash of fury you caught in your Professors eyes as you turned, the image now playing over and over in your mind as you walk with purpose back to the dance floor.

You see Bex in the back, lips locked with a new man. You have no idea what happened to the last guy, but you can’t focus on that now. You’re on a mission. You scan the crowd, spotting a familiar face on the edge of the dance floor chatting with a girl you don’t recognize. You walk up behind him, tapping him on the shoulder, pleased to see a smile of curiosity on the bass player’s face as he turns to meet your flirtatious gaze. 

“Hi, I’m so sorry to interrupt,” you say, running your hand down his large bicep lightly as you ignore the look of murder thrown at you by the girl he’d been speaking with. “I just had to say, you played so well- the show was amazing!” 

“Oh thank you! That’s very kind of you,” he says with a charming smile, tilting his head in intrigue as he takes a step closer to you, his large muscled body towering over you.

He is quite handsome, you realize. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so difficult to make your Professor jealous after all…

“Fancy a dance?” You ask with an innocent smile, gesturing behind you with your thumb.

“I’ve been waiting all night for someone to ask me,” he replies with a big grin, taking your hand in his as he pulls you onto the dance floor.

It’s not long before the two of your are grinding, running your hands all over each other, losing track of whose is whose. You’re having so much fun, but nothing is more rewarding, nor delicious than the look on your Professor’s face every time you look over. It doesn’t matter how much time passes (not that you’re a good judge of character while drunk), every time you take a peek at your Professor, he’s exactly where you left him: leaning against the bar, arms crossed, watching you with a scorching glare on his face. You hum happily as you grind against the giant muscled man behind you, closing your eyes and imagining that it was someone else behind you…

You open your eyes once more and smile devilishly as you spot your Professor’s glare once more.

“I’m thirsty- shots?” You yell to the bassist who nods with a smile. You weave your way through the crowd of bodies straight, and this time the bassist leads you over to your Professor. He nods at him cheekily, missing the lack of your Professor’s reciprocation when he turns to order a round of shots for all three of you. He passes them out and holds his up to cheers, your Professor tossing it back without waiting.

“To new friends,” the bassist smiles warmly to you as he clinks his glass against yours.

“Hopefully not just friends for much longer,” you say suggestively without breaking eye contact before tilting your head back and downing the shot. He raises his eyebrows with a smile as he takes his own shot, impressed by your forwardness. This was one step too far though, your Professor’s loud voice commanding his friends attention.

“Ross, can I speak with you for a mo-” 

“Oh my god, I’m sorry to interrupt, but this is my favorite song,” you groan with excitement as you bounce on your toes excitedly, grabbing onto Ross’s arm and dragging him back to the dance floor. There was no way you were going to let him interrupt your plans- not after what he said in the alley… 

“Talk after, mate!” Ross yells, holding up his index finger to your Professor as he follows you back onto the dance floor.

You realize as you stumble after Ross that you’re finally starting to feel a bit drunk. You savor the inhibition, letting your body move closer against Ross’s as you dance. You close your eyes, allowing the relaxing feeling to take over your body, lulling you into a haze as you feel Ross’s hands run sensually over your stomach, their touch the last memory you have of the night… 

——

The pounding in your head wakes you up and the smell of something acrid fills your nose as you groan loudly, rolling over in your bed. But you realize very quickly that you’re not in your bed. Your eyes shoot wide open as you sit upright in the bed, the sudden movement making you wince in pain as your hangover protests. You scan the slightly spinning room, bright and white, the few simple modest wood furnishings in the room covered in endless piles of books, the only decoration on the walls being various shelves covered in more books as well as vinyls, CD’s, tapes… You look to your right, the culprit of the smell sitting in a large metal bowl on the wooden floor beside you, a wave of nausea hitting you along with the stench. You pinch your nose in an effort to not add more of your stomach’s contents to the bowl when the thought strikes you. You look down to your body in a moment of terror, comforted slightly when you confirm that you’re clothed. Another moment passes and fear seeps in again when you realize you aren’t wearing your own clothes. You touch the soft fabric of the washed out black long sleeve shirt and heather grey sweatpants underneath. You catch a whiff of something familiar… You clutch the shirt in your hand, bringing it to your nose, taking in the scent of cigarettes, chalk, and something a little spicy…

“I was starting to worry I’d have to dispose of a body pretty soon,” you hear in a familiar voice. You turn and freeze as you spot your Professor leaning against the doorway of the bedroom with his eyebrows raised, a mug of something steaming in his hand. He takes a sip as you look at him, and you frown in confusion, looking down at yourself in his bed once more.

“Nothing happened, in case you’re fretting,” he clarifies with a frown of distaste. You feel an odd combination of disappointment and relief- though the thought of sleeping with him thrills you, you don’t think you would have felt entirely comfortable if you hadn’t been conscious enough to remember it… It felt somewhat reassuring that he didn’t feel comfortable with it either. 

“Why am I here then?” You grumble in annoyance before cursing loudly at the throb of pain in your head, running your hands down your face as you moan. You hear a soft chuckle come from the doorway. You feel your blood boil. “Got too jealous to let me go home with anyone else?” You taunt in a hiss.

“Miss Schwartz left without you,” you hear his tone darken. You open your eyes to see his face dark once again. “I’m not sure if you remember the rather unsavory characters draping themselves all over you last night after you finished your little rebellious performance for me…” he trails off with a grumble.

“Oh you mean your friend from the band?” You say smugly, trying not to wince from your pounding headache as you lay back against the pillow with your arms crossed proudly.

“No, Ross left after your third round of shots,” your Professor says in a bored tone. But his eyes don’t look so bored, the anger simmering behind them causing you to look away, their intensity too much for your hungover brain to handle right now. “This was much later into the night,” you hear him say as you begin to sulk.

“Who says I was performing for you?” you mumble stubbornly with a frown, clamping your hand to your forehead when the sound from your own mouth banged like a gong in your forehead. The ringing continues in your head as you look down at your lap to steady your breath, but you realize quickly that the room has become silent. You turn to look at your Professor and are met with a cold, unimpressed look. Another beat passes and he stands up straight, eyes boring into you.

“There’s pain medication on the counter in the kitchen. You can see yourself out, Miss Thompson,” he says before turning to walk away.

“Wait!” You call out, the room spinning a bit as you sit up. Your Professor hesitates at the door, and you jump on the opportunity before he can disappear again. “Can’t we just talk about this? Us? Like adults?” You plead angrily, his unnecessary kindness and cool behavior making you more confused than ever.

You watch him turn, his eyes narrowing on you.

“There is nothing to talk about, Miss Thompson. Now, please help yourself to something decent to wear home. I’d rather you not be seen leaving my building in that handkerchief from last night…” he ends with a mutter before making to turn again, but you’re too enraged to let him leave you in shambles once again. Whether it was the intimacy of being in his home or the residual thrill from his promise last night, you’re not sure, but something makes you finally snap.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You yell as he freezes in the doorway, his eyebrows raised slightly in shock. “You act like the thought of sleeping with me would send us both to death row, then you tell you me you’re going to fuck me senseless, but,” you point your finger for emphasis, “Not for four years! Then you tell me to leave, and now I’m waking up in your bed?!? Seriously, what the fuck!”

You catch your breath, waiting for a response as you watch him slump slightly against the doorframe looking at the floor in silence. You stare at him expectantly and he eventually he looks up at you, a glimmer of sadness in his eyes before he averts his eyes once again.

“I didn’t want you to get… hurt,” he says quietly, his voice faltering slightly as he shifts his eyes uncomfortably. He pauses for a moment, looking at the floorboards in silence before he clears his throat of the emotion in his voice. His eyes flicking back up to you, his gaze more firm this time. “I didn’t want you to wake up alone in a strange home with no explanation,” he finishes abruptly. Your heart flutters when you realize how much he’d gone out of his way to keep you safe- to take care of you. To do something so incredibly risky and incredibly selfless- even after you’d been so reckless last night. You feel touched as you blush, raising your hand to your cheek as you hear your Professor clear his throat again.

“This is a very dangerous game to play, Miss Thompson,” he says formally now as you look back up to see him emotionless once again. “And if anything showed me you’re not ready to play it, it was last night.” He pauses, scanning you one last time before standing up straight again. “Now. I’m very late for a rehearsal. Good day, Miss Thompson…” he says darkly before turning into the hall, leaving you alone, more dazed and confused than ever. If it weren’t for the emotional whiplash, you would have yelled after him again, but instead you sit with your head spinning as you listen to his footsteps fade behind the slam of a door, the sound dying off into the distance.

As you sit there stewing in your frustration, a fresh wave of anger hits you, this one much stronger than the previous ones. Very quickly you realize that with this anger came a wave of nausea.

Toilet. You need a toilet. Now.

You get up from the bed quickly and dash down the hall directionless. You see a door just before the entrance to the living room and spot the toilet, diving into the bathroom just in time for the second, even stronger wave of nausea. But not before you catch the sight of a couch in the corner of your eye, rumpled grey blanket and white pillow still arranged on it as if someone had just slept there…

You heave into the toilet, annoyed at the familiarity of the sensation, realizing you must have thrown up in here multiple times last night as you rest your clammy forehead against the cool porcelain. The only thing missing from the ghost of last nights memory, you realize, is the soothing sensation of hand rubbing tender circles in your back…

— —

You tighten your coat around you as a particularly strong gust of wind hits you, mumbling a string of curse words at yourself for having decided to wear such a short skirt on such a chilly fall day as you arrive at campus early Monday morning. It’s been over a week since you’d found yourself at your Professor’s house that morning and you can’t help but smile smugly to yourself as you walk up the steps into the familiar brick building, several hours before you needed to be there.

The Monday after the concert, you’d decided to skip class- your mind too scrambled, too fried to be able to sit through an entire class with Professor Healy teaching. The following Friday, you showed up expecting your teacher to ignore you, make his own life easier by just snubbing you, but to your surprise (and let’s be honest- delight) his stern gaze followed you as you entered the room just in time for class to start.

“Nice of you to join us today, Miss Thompson. I presume whatever ailment prevented you from attending my class is gone now?” He’d said loudly, the class silent as they waited nervously for your response.

“Yes, I’m feeling much better, Professor,” you said meekly, standing awkwardly in front of his desk. You stared at him with pink-tinged cheeks, taking in his beauty for the first time in almost a week. It felt impossible you could have forgotten just how handsome he was, and yet somehow you had, his features even more perfect in person than the countless times you’d reimagined him while rubbing useless circles into your clit, laying frustrated in bed as the memory of your Professor burnt an endless need within you.

Suddenly you realized the room staring at you, as well as your teacher, the look on his face expectant- you didn’t even hear his question.

“Huh?” You said, blushing immediately at your ineloquence. The smirk on your Professor’s face only deepened the shade of pink on yours as he repeated himself.

“Are you ready?” He asked, eyebrows raised patronizingly.

This is a very dangerous game to play… and if anything showed me you’re not ready to play it… echoed over and over in your head.

“Yes, Professor,” you nodded quietly in a daze, still standing in your spot.

“… If you’re ready to begin the lesson, then I suggest you find your seat, Miss Thompson,” he said sternly, but you weren’t fooled. You could see the delight at your dazed state dancing behind his eyes. You turned on your heels, fuming inside before sitting down, realizing that if you wanted to play his game, you were going to have to show him how ready you really were.

Now, as you stroll down the hall only a few days later, you practically shiver with excitement at the thought of your plan as you climb the large staircase inside up towards the teachers floor. Once you arrive at the door with its simple brass plaque that read ‘Prof. Healy’, the window covered with several sheets of newspaper for privacy, you knock before trying the door handle, the door swinging open with ease. You’d never seen his office before, but it was exactly like you’d expected after having seen his home- full of warm brown wooden furnishings and covered head to toe in books, the walls decorated in old exhibition posters and prints of various paintings. It was academic and handsome, just like him. Pleased when you see the office empty, you close the door shut behind you, then hurry over to his desk, eager to get in and out quickly. You reach under your skirt and begin to pull down your already soaked panties, your plan exciting you well before you stepped onto campus this morning. You place them in the centre of his desk, smiling at the glistening fabric in satisfaction before scurrying back out, pulling the office door shut.

You planned ahead this time, wearing a black skirt today which you were grateful for, as the first few classes were torture to get through- the thought of your Professor finding your wet panties on his desk all too delicious for you to do much more than take autopilot notes in your classes as you imagined all the different faces he might make when spotting them. You’d just begun to daydream about him touching himself in his office, the thought so filthy, so thrilling, so forbidden, you could feel yourself behind to drip down your leg when you finally headed towards your last and favorite class of the day. You bit your lip as you walked towards the door of the classroom in an effort to hide your smile of excitement, holding your breath in anticipation at what was to come.

You keep your eyes on your seat in the front row as you enter the room. You can feel his eyes burning on your skin as you walk. You sit down in your seat slowly, and take your time as you pull out your things from your backpack one by one, carefully placing them on your desk, organizing them neatly while savoring the burn of his stare. You sit up straight, cross your legs, and lace your fingers together in your most innocent goody-two-shoes pose before finally lifting your eyes up to meet his.

His stare shakes you to your core, his dark eyes glaring at you unimpressed from under heavy eyelids, his thick curls covering his subtly furrowed brow. His hands are clasped in front of his mouth, propped up on his elbows as he runs his thumb over and over his bottom lip. The last time you’d seen his eyes smolder with this much intensity, he’d dragged you out to the alley to tell you he was going to fuck you senseless after graduation. Either his patience was wearing thin, or he had understood your message that you were ready to play his game, but either way, you could tell he wasn’t planning on letting this go anytime soon. You simply smile back at him, too pleased with yourself not to luxuriate in your obvious success. 

The class begins as normal and you try your best to focus as you take notes, writing down your Professor’s words ravenously, an effort not to draw hearts around each one. You’re grateful for the lack of class participation during the lesson. There was no way you’d be able to construct a coherent sentence, let alone one worth participation marks- not when every moment of silence between his words filled with the images of your Professor pumping himself in his hand to your panties. By the time the end of your class nears, you can feel you've soaked through your skirt- significantly.

You glance at the clock- only a few minutes of class left. No time for homework prep this time… Your eyes hurry back to your Professor- so little of your precious time left to look at your gorgeous teacher. You scan his body once more as he paces the front of the class when you notice a curious shape in his pocket, the fabric on his right side moving a little differently than on the left. Then, you spot it. A little sliver of black lace peeking out of his pocket, imperceivable to anyone who wasn’t looking for it, the black of his pants masking its presence.

He pocketed them. Professor Healy has your panties in his pocket.

You recross your legs, squeezing them tightly as you do, the itch between your legs desperate for some relief as you all but drool at him. The last minutes of class slip away like sand between your fingers, and suddenly everyone is gathering their things and leaving the room. You shake yourself from your daze, then smile to yourself as you take your time with finishing up your notes for the day and placing your belongings in your backpack. When you’re sure you’re the last person in the class, you slowly stand up.

“Excuse me, Professor?” You say loudly, your tone dripping with innocence. You wait for him to look up at you, eyes already challenging you before you turn, then slowly bend over, revealing your lack of undergarments- your glistening cunt entirely on display as you bend over to retrieve your backpack from the ground. You could practically feel his eyes, their gaze caressing the skin between your legs, a fresh drip of wetness rolling down the inside of your thigh. You stand back up straight and shiver with pleasure when you turn, the look on your Professors face all too delicious as you approach him.

“I finished the homework you assigned,” you say as if you hadn’t just exposed yourself entirely to your Professor.

“You didn’t have any assignments this week, Miss Thompson,” he replies. His tone is bored but the look on his face is anything but, the lust practically dripping from his parted lips.

You step even closer to him. There’s less than a foot between you two now. 

“I don’t think you assigned it to everyone, Professor,” you say, your voice thick with desire. “I’m pretty sure you only asked me to touch myself at the thought of you, sir,” you say under fluttering eyelashes. You watch as his mouth tightens, nostrils flaring as he deliberately holds himself back, desperate not to let you win. 

“If you think this is going to wo-“ he begins in a threatening voice, but you cut him off.

“I thought it was only fair to give you something to think about when you touch yourself, Professor,” you say innocently, looking up at him with your biggest doe eyes. “I’m just trying to be the best student I can be for you, sir,” you blink up at him.

“And you thought exposing yourself in my classroom would make you teacher’s pet?” He says, his voice gravelly with restrained desire.

You nod at him.

“I’ll be your pet,” you say, your eyes softening to something more sincere. “I’ll be anything you want me to be,” you breathe, tilting your chin up towards him, your lips only a couple inches from his.

“How about clothed and not a nuisance in my class?” he offers through gritted teeth.

You reach up on your tip toes, brushing your lips against his neck as you purr into his ear.

“If you wanted me clothed you shouldn’t have hid these somewhere so tempting…” you whisper as you slip your hand into his pocket where he’d tucked your panties. Just as your fingers enclose around the familiar delicate lace, you smile when you come across something even more exciting. You hear his breath hitch as your fingers brush against his length, warm and hard against your fingertips. You suck in a gasp when you feel his hand on your wrist, gripping you tightly as he removes you from his pocket. Your heart pounds in your chest with anticipation, as he looks down at you with a fury so deep, you can barely stay upright from the weakness in your knees.

Then, he utters one word. One sinfully delectable word.

“Detention.”

part 5

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

Prompt: Evan tells Tommy to “Get ready for a rigorous night” or “get ready to burn lots of calories and sweat” or something suggestive so Tommy thinks he’s getting lucky and it’s nice to see Buck take charge; but then when Evan comes over, whatever he was referring to/bringing was NOT Sex

Nonny, I had so much fun with this, thank you :) This is fluff and crack, I suppose. And I'm not sorry. Once more Tommy's POV. Have fun! Here's all 4 prompt fills on AO3 in case anybody wants to leave a keysmash :)

You're Mine

— I’m burning inside and we both know why —

"Get ready for a rigorous night!"

Tommy chokes on the coffee that Buck has shoved into his hand just a minute ago (he’s eager to buy coffee for Tommy since he’s finally learned his preferred method of preparation). And then, with that cheeky wide grin, the guy bursts out something like that, in the middle of the sidewalk, still within earshot of the fire station.

Buck pats him on the shoulders, around which he puts his arm a moment later and asks, "You all right?"

"This coffee is just hot. It’s a very hot coffee. Wh… what did you say?"

It’s not like Tommy to stutter, but Buck still has that sassy look on his pretty face.

"I've got plans for us tonight," Buck exclaims, gesticulating fiercely –is he just excited or is he already aroused? You never know with this man.

"Plans."

Tommy tries very hard to make a deadpan face, but how could anybody, talking to Buck?

"Oh yeah," Buck returns as he opens the driver's door of Tommy's car, "but my lips are sealed, prepare for a surprise."

Tommy is definitely surprised. And confused. He puts his coffee on the roof of the car to check his pockets for the keys, still wondering why Buck gets behind the wheel of his vehicle (and why he’s willing to give him the keys, should he finally find them).

He finds them, and yes, Buck drives Tommy’s car, that's as self-evident as how he slipped into Tommy's life in the first place or that they’re headed for the loft. During the ride, they talk about all sorts of things, which you have to give Buck credit for because usually, the man has a hard time keeping a secret. Tommy is only half listening, still processing the announcement of a „rigorous night“.

But they’re still in the middle of Buck's discovery process. Buck is no doubt eager when it comes to that topic, and his sexual experiences are, well, a subject of conversation in other fire stations, too. The rumors are hardly exaggerated, because Tommy also has already learned a lot about Buck so far. For example, that his bedroom voice is a whole octave lower, and that he’s exceptionally keen on (and good at) dirty talking in this voice. Or that he writes such unrestrained text messages that Tommy turns off his phone if there’s a risk that someone might accidentally glance at his display. He’s a good, no, a perfect kisser, he loves to touch and makes the cutest little noises when he’s touched.

And that’s about it.

Tommy wonders if this is his fault. Of course, their shifts often don't match, they don't see each other as often as they both would like, but maybe it's because he's holding back too much. If growing up in a toxic household has taught him one thing, it’s not to push somebody you like. And it happens he likes that man a lot. 

So far, he’s approached the whole matter kind of like a project you divide into steps and milestones, a project called „Introduce Evan Buckley Into Sex With a Man.“ He’s just taken baby steps so far, trying to give Buck his room, letting him decide when he’s ready. Maybe Buck has just decided that this time is now. And that’s actually pretty hot.

Tommy is quite distracted during their ride through a heavy evening rush hour. First of all, Buck drives like a maniac as soon as there is even the vaguest gap in the traffic, and Tommy is pretty attached to his car, his life and to Buck. And second, Tommy, who has made the first move in pretty much all of his past relationships – and has sometimes regretted it – imagines in somewhat too vivid colors what Buck might be up to.

"Oh, wait, I forgot something," Buck says, pulling across the lane at breakneck speed; Tommy clings to the door handle. No one should jump out of a moving car, but the impulse is definitely there. Tommy laments his squealing tires as the car stops, parked halfway straight.

"Be right back," Buck calls, and he's gone.

He virtually runs – you can't call it anything else, he doesn't walk normally – into a 7/11. Tommy looks at himself in the vanity mirror, runs his fingers through his hair and sniffs his shirt, and Buck’s back. He throws a brown paper bag onto the back seat.

"Can't miss this," he says.

That crooked grin and the slightly flushed cheeks are a bit of a giveaway. It's downright cute, he must have bought condoms. Tommy slides a little uneasily back and forth in his seat as Buck starts the engine again. This has maybe as much to do with the fact that the guy is already exceeding the speed limit when he starts off as with the condoms Tommy has been carrying in his pockets for weeks.

He wonders what he actually expected. Dating Buck has been a ride so far, for sure. It's not every day that you get invited to a wedding shortly after meeting someone. It's also not every day that you rescue people from a sinking ship together. In that sense, this is harmless. Buck is just enthusiastic, and since Tommy has discovered that he enjoys being attached to those sensual lips, that's fine. However, the tension is almost killing him.

"Must be some hot stuff you've got planned for tonight," he remarks casually. 

"Absolutely," Buck exclaims with a broad grin, and Tommy regrets asking, because he starts gesticulating again, and he would prefer Buck to keep both hands on the wheel. "You won't regret it. It's about time someone showed you the ropes."

It's a remark that is as cheeky as it is quirky, but Tommy realizes that he finds it very stimulating. Perhaps he shouldn't take it too literally, after all, they've never talked about such preferences before, but the idea is certainly... inspiring. Buck is clearly in the right mood, and Tommy decides he can play along.

"I'm already looking forward to my snack," he returns.

Buck gives him a look – oh dear, watch the road, Evan – and laughs, asking, "Were you watching me in the store? Ah, wait, if you can already guess what I'm up to, don't say anything. I've been thinking about how to do it for days, so don't spoil it for me."

"Don't worry, if you like it mysterious, I'm your man," Tommy quips.

For the rest of the ride they exchange more jokey and, in Tommy’s view, slightly lewd remarks, and if Buck's intention was to tease him into being restless like a teenager before his first time, he's succeeded.

While in the elevator to the loft, they make out a bit, which definitely heightens the tension. It looks like a romantic evening in Buck's apartment. He definitely planned this, Tommy thinks, because Buck had a shift and must have set this up beforehand. The blinds on the windows in the corner with his sofa are already down. Buck, who like most firemen thinks candles in the apartment are the devil's work, switches on a couple of fake LED-candles with a remote control.

Then he gets two beers, drops onto the couch and says, "Well, I think it's time."

"O… kay?"

Tommy blinks, thinking that's a strange approach even for Buck, but who is he to complain?

"Sit down, I'm about to start," says Buck and tosses Tommy the bag he brought from the store.

"Oh," Tommy manages to utter, "that's ... I mean, if you say so…"

Surprised, he realizes that he is nervous. He knows Buck is a go-getter, even in bed, but this seems a bit too much like they both have planned a project. If he pulls out a clipboard, we need to talk, Tommy thinks. 

"So," Buck begins solemnly, "I set this out since Christopher told me... You're crushing the potato chips, Tommy."

"What?"

Tommy is still trying to understand how Christopher suddenly slipped into this conversation, pressing the bag to his chest a little too tightly out of sheer tension. Now he looks inside, and sure enough, he finds two bags of potato chips.

"I didn't know which one you liked. It took me almost a month to find your favorite coffee, so I thought I'd go with the two most popular varieties."

Buck starts babbling, which means he's nervous, but Tommy doesn't quite understand why. He rummages in the bag… there really aren't any condoms in it.

Oh. Oh, damn.

"Christopher," he says, and Buck looks at him with a frown that rumples his beautiful forehead, "Huh?"

"You said something about Eddie’s kid."

"Oh, right," Buck replies with a grin, and he starts gesticulating again, "He told me that you agreed with him on Revenge of the Sith. It being the best movie of the trilogies? Come on, I love him, but that kid has no idea. He never understood Return of the Jedi. I agree that you need to have seen both, but I figured you're a grown man, you need to form an informed opinion."

Buck takes a deep breath, and Tommy thinks that even now, in this fit of nerdiness, he's incredibly cute. This hits him a little unexpectedly, because actually, it should be a slightly embarrassing cold shower.

"This is about Star Wars?" he asks, and he can't stop himself from laughing.

"Yeah, sure... so you didn't guess it after all! Wait, what did you think it was about?"

Buck cocks his head, but right now, he so much resembles a puppy that Tommy couldn’t bear to pull the treat right out from under his nose.

"It's not that important," Tommy waves it off, sits down next to Buck and fleetingly kisses his flushed cheeks. "Revenge of the Sith is the cornerstone of order 66. You need to watch it to understand the clone’s motivation in The Bad Batch."

Then he looks at Buck, who launches into a long-winded explanation of why Return of the Jedi is the better movie in every case, but he doesn’t really listen, he’s already lost in those blue eyes again.

"Turn on the movie and we'll see," he says, but he thinks he won’t be able to focus at all. There’s a thought rising inside him, and it won’t let him go.

Good heavens. I love this idiot.

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

it is a thursday evening in the academic year, and you know what that means: WE ARE SO BACK!!!

started off extremely nervous for...honestly i have no CLUE why. but i was walking to the arts building feeling like my heart was going to escape my chest

i found a bench outside the rehearsal hall and sat down out of habit to eat my snack, when—you all must know the drill by now—along came tita conductor, who hurried the rest of the way to meet me with the BIGGEST smile on her face

we then had what can only be described as a rapturous reunion, wherein we briefly discussed some seating-arrangement things (due to the whole Music Department Being Closed thing in the summer she's not yet done auditioning new violins, of which there are many THANK GOD. having to hire ringer VIOLINS last year was nothing short of insane. we've gone from like 14 to somewhere in the 20s.)

we took a brief break from our conversation for her to do the thing she was Actually supposed to do (make copies of the class syllabus in the printer room down the hall)

when she came back tita conductor was SO excited to tell me how much she loved my drawing of her 😭 she must have spent at least five minutes excitedly recounting her favorite details, in particular the musical references. which, considering that 4/5 were from brahms works, is not uncharacteristic of her

"you were so meticulous! it was so intricate!" well madamina you didn't give me this job for my lack of attention to detail,

eventually she went on her way to assist a new member and i was left to my snack

just then, principal viola walked out of the rehearsal room, followed by concertmaster and a new student i didn't recognize. they saw me and headed over, and we all stood around chatting. i did what i've always wanted to do and introduced myself as a first year (which is technically true)

we headed inside eventually and continued chatting in the back as more people came in—like oh my god we have SO MANY STRINGS this year. we don’t have to budget our strings we have more than enough to get by

ate dean (!!! i thought she’d be too busy) walked in and gave me a HUGE hug 🥹

my returning sectionmates were happy to see me and so i was sitting in the section turned around chatting to them

tita conductor suddenly walked behind them and i accidentally made eye contact, to which she gave me one of her megawatt smiles 😭

concertmaster always tunes on time (he tries never to tune after 10 past the hour when rehearsal “officially” starts) so we had long been ready by the time tita conductor went to the podium, whirled around with a flourish, and asked principal oboe for an A

cue concertmaster piping up innocently next to her, “we tuned already.”

tita conductor looked VERY put out and said “oh darn it. i was hoping for the sounds of mystical tuning”

WE GOT DVOŘÁK 8 RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

because there were so many new people and none of the violins were placed, tita conductor started us off reading a bach chorale (iirc dir, dir, jehova will ich singen) with parts adjusted for b-flat instruments and differing clefs just to get us all adjusted to each other

at one point she had us SINGING the lines and the first violins were so timid to the point where she turned to them and said “you have six people to cover for you” 💀

i hated that i had to leave halfway through, not least because i had to just get up in the middle of something FUN and walk away from the FRONT like boo boo the fool, but also because tita conductor looked down at me momentarily like 🥺 while i did so. fuck the registrar for breaking our hearts like this

when i left she was getting ready to conduct something and did one of her signature Wiggles 😭

i was so giddy on my way to my next class that when i refilled my water bottle in the engineering building, i literally skipped my way back to my classroom grinning. as in i was FROLICKING. and some kid said to his friend as i skipped away "oh, the freshmen"

i had no idea just how much i missed orchestra and tita conductor and ate dean until now and i am so excited for the year to come. in conclusion, best first day of school of my whole life.

[thebeckster]

Ooo I would love to see some cute kiss scenes for trio of towns weekend! How about

Prompt #4 An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another on purpose, with Wayne and Hinata?

Another prompt for the Trio of Towns weekend!

This one was fun! I've never written Hinata/Wayne, but they could compel me as a ship. Might have to explore this one a little more.

💋💋💋💋

They had been looking for a reason to get together for a bonfire. The season was perfect for it. Summer was beginning to turn to autumn and while the days were warm, the nights held a slight nip in the air. Nothing uncomfortable, but perfect for getting chased away by a warm drink, or a crackling fire.

When Hinata had been cast as leading man in his next play, Wayne suddenly found the perfect excuse fallen into his lap. A small celebration to congratulate a friend was a good enough excuse to get their friends together for an evening.

He prepared everything, gathering the firewood, preparing snacks and drinks, passing around invitations to their friends. It wasn’t a formal party, people could come and go as they pleased, or as their schedules demanded. All in all it was a successful evening. Plenty of laughter and song. The food never ran low, the drinks were always cold, and the company was most excellent. There were even some congratulatory toasts to Hinata, which the aspiring actor accepted with the grace (and speech) of one winning a Tony. Spurring some thrown popcorn and joking heckling from his audience.

Now, the bonfire was almost burnt down to embers. Nearly everyone was gone, the early risers heading off for a reasonable bed time. Wayne and Hinata were the last two left, neither having to work the next day so they could stay out later than usual. They sat on opposite sides of the fire, lapsed into comfortable silence.

Hinata stretched and leaned back. “Great party, Wayne. Thanks for putting it all together.”

Wayne smiled, poking at the fire. “Thanks for giving me an excuse to have folks over. Been wanting to do this for a while now.” He looked skyward and his smile broadened. “Gorgeous night for it too. Not a cloud in the sky. Perfect night for stargazing.”

“Yeah?” Hinata looked up, staring at the sky. “Never got into stargazing, much. My brothers used to tease me all the time about having my head in the clouds. Didn’t need to go chasing the stars too.” He chuckled. “Turns out I decided to chase stardom instead.”

Wayne sighed contentedly. “One of my favorite parts of livin’ out here is how clear our night sky is. No light pollution to speak of.”

“I think I remember a couple major stars… that’s the North Star, right?” Hinata pointed into the sky.

“You’re pointing south, bud.” Wayn laughed. “Polaris is up behind you.”

Hinata turned, trying to see which of the many stars overhead Wayne was pointing at. They went back and forth for a minute, Wayne trying to tell him how to find the Big Dipper and then find the North Star from it, but Hinata just could not see it.

“Hang on, scooch over. I need to see from your perspective.” He walked over and sat down next to Wayne, scooting as close up against him as possible, propping his chin on Wayne’s shoulder and looking straight up his pointing arm. “Show me again.”

Wayne tilted his head to try and match Hinata’s angle, and then pointed out the stars again. “See those four stars, you can draw lines and make them into a box. Now from this corner, follow the line of stars up, there’s the handle. See? That’s the Big Dipper.”

“Oh! I see it now!” Hinata breathed out in excitement.

“Great! Now, from the opposite corner of the top of the dipper, draw a line straight out to that bright star. That’s Polaris. It makes the end of the handle for the Little Dipper.”

Hinata gasped. “I see it! Oh man, that’s so cool! I’ve never been able to –”

He had turned his head at the same time Wayne had turned to look at him. Given their closeness, the fact that they were practically cheek-to-cheek, close enough they could feel the scratch of each other’s stubble and the warmth of their breath on their skin. And when they’d turned their heads, their lips brushed. Just a touch, just enough contact for them both to realize what had happened, and then jerk away.

“S-sorry,” Wayne muttered. In the low light of the fire, he knew the blush creeping across his cheeks wasn’t visible, but his face felt hot all the same.

“No, it’s okay,” Hinata quickly insisted with a small smile and laugh. “Not the first guy I’ve kissed. Even on accident.”

And a thought occurred to Hinata in that moment, as he watched Wayne deal with the flustered moment. There was no denying Wayne was a handsome man. Women flocked to him, and even resolutely straight men couldn’t help but admit there was just something about the postman’s charm they found hard to resist. Hinata had thought more than once about how he’d take the opportunity to kiss Wayne, if the opportunity presented itself, but it had never really been more than a passing fancy. As far as he knew, Wayne was not inclined to kissing men, though truthfully, he seemed disinclined to kissing anyone. He didn’t mind the female attention he garnered, but he never reciprocated the attention beyond what good manners required.

But goodness, now that the opportunity had presented itself, Hinata could think of nothing else but leaning in again and cupping his hands around Wayne’s face and pulling him in for another kiss.

And in that split-second pause of thought, that moment between breaths when time stood still while the mind raced, Hinata saw something change behind Wayne’s eyes. A shift from surprise to curiosity to desire, and if he was a betting man, he would have put money on Wayne having almost the same train of through Hinata was having.

And he would have been correct. Wayne was having his own rapid flashes of thought, of how he’d always admired Hinata, how they were good friends, how he made Wayne laugh, how his boundless optimism constantly endeared Hinata to Wayne. And how very suddenly, he realized that he might quite like to actually kiss him for real this time.

And at the same time, they both spoke.

“D’you?”

“Can we?”

And they smiled as they realized what they were both asking, and the answer was an enthusiastic ‘yes!’ And they leaned into each other. Hands bumping awkwardly as they both reached for the other, pausing just a hair’s breadth away. And they kissed. Once more with feeling.

[anangelwhodidntfall]

can I get a poly Ariel and Eric x Hybrid! Reader with a like 4 year old Melody teaching her how to swim

I can just see melody clinging to reader the entire time

A/N: Fun fact for someone who loves the beach and grew up by the beach I don't know how to swim lol

My Sweet Melody: Poly Eric & Ariel x Hybrid!Reader

Melody was now 4 years old and you and Ariel wanted to start teaching her how to swim since she loved the ocean so much and was constantly pestering you two to teach her, the only roadblock was Eric was nervous about her being out in the ocean. After talking about it some more with him and assuring him that you two would be her at all times, he finally agreed to let her learn how to swim. 

You were currently in the water with Ariel waiting for Eric to come back with your water when you moved your tail and accidentally splashed Ariel which made you laugh. She just shook it off with a laugh as you two saw Eric approaching with your daughter Melody in his arms. 

"Mama!" She said trying to wiggle out of Eric's arms. 

"Easy sweetheart, you will get to be with your mama in a minute." He said setting her down on the beach and letting her crawl towards the shoreline where Ariel was. 

"What's going on Mama?" She asked you two as Ariel held her in her arms. 

"Me and your mama are gonna teach you how to swim, would you like that?" Ariel asked as she nodded her head happily. 

You watched as Ariel gently set her down between the two of you, and as soon as she saw you, she paddled her way over to you before wrapping her arms around you making you smile. 

"Look at you my sweet melody! You already know some of the basics of swimming." You said as pressed a kiss to her cheek. 

"I wanna swim with you, mama!" She said. 

"Hunny I don't think that you are ready to be swimming with mommy." Eric and Ariel said as Melody hugged you tighter. 

"Alright if you wanna swim with me, then you must keep a tight hold on me at all times." You said to her as he nodded her head. 

Once she was securely held on, you started to swim along making sure to go a little slower than you normally did since you had her and Ariel with you. After swimming for a few minutes, you guys went up to the surface level where you saw Ariel behind you, and Eric on the beach. 

"Can you swim to mama, and show her your skills?" You asked her as she nodded her head before turning and swimming towards Ariel.

"Did you see Mama? I can swim almost as well as you and mama!" She said with a smile making you and Ariel smile. 

You guys spent a few more hours out there teaching her how to swim before you two let her swim back to shore to Eric who smiled seeing her swimming on her own. 

[kazumasdiary]

that 2-3 cutscene, part iv: kazuma

(disclaimer: i wrote this when i had not finished 2-4 yet and knew nothing about 2-5. this is based off of the end of 2-3, the trial in 2-4, and parts of 2-4's second investigation phase. i'll come back to this later and see how much of it i stand by, in the end, but i was having too much fun writing this not to finish it up. so!)

oh boy. there’s a reason we left this one for last.

here is what happens to kazuma at the end of 2-3: he sees the face of his father again, made out to look like the monster and the murderer everyone believes him to have been. and in that moment, kazuma regains his memories of, among many many other things, ten years of grief, and pain, and rage. we hear him scream.

and less than two minutes later he is turning around with perfect composure and going “judicial assistant mikotoba . . . it's been a very long road.”

on some level, this makes sense. of course he feels much more composed after he gets his memories back, because he's finally remembered what he came here to do. he knows his end goal again, so of course he knows exactly what he’s doing. but even then- i’m pretty sure remembering hurt, and that is a hard emotional switch to make even when you’re not in pain. and not only that, but also he keeps that composure up well enough that susato and ryunosuke go with it, at least to the point where they don’t try and stop him.

and we see him shaken! he looks at the image of his father and we see him stumble over his words for a moment. we see him in shock. but then he steps forward, and everything he does in front of that waxwork feels too symbolic to be accidental. his reactions seem driven by narrative symbolism first and foremost: taking off the mask, “i’ve made it at last,” cutting the model in half, all of it feels intentional. kazuma’s a character in a story, so of course his actions here are going to be dramatic and meaningful to the narrative, but again- everything he does, especially with regards to his father, feels so deliberate. it feels performative.

but of course it feels performative. because kazuma’s been rehearsing for this moment for ten years.

he did not expect it to happen like this. he did not expect to lose his memories, or be apprenticed to barok, or even to end up as a prosecutor. but he's been working towards this for ten years, so once he remembers who he is, once he remembers what he came here to do, all of that planning kicks in. his behavior feels intentional because it is- he's the person doing what he needs to in order to avenge his father and achieve some semblance of justice, and he's been telling himself that story for ten years. of course his reactions feel like narrative symbolism, because that's what they are: they’re serving the story that he’s been living by. kazuma knows the truth, or at least he thinks he does, and all his actions take context in the place of that belief.

and there’s a moment, in this scene, right after ryunosuke says his name, where he turns towards ryunosuke and he almost looks- surprised.

i'm not sure if he realized ryunosuke was there, in that moment. he saw that bright path leading towards the one thing he'd been trying to do for ten years, and that was all he saw. for a moment, that is the only thing that matters to him, until ryunosuke says his name and he remembers: ryunosuke is here. susato is here.

i don't think he wants to hurt ryunosuke, or susato. he does, pretty badly (or at least enough for me to write over a thousand words of meta about it) but i don't think he wants to. i don't think he wants to hurt anybody but barok. in 2-4, he gets daley vigil on the stand and he drags daley’s memories out of him, knowing it will hurt, knowing it may very well break him, and doing it anyway. kazuma presses and presses and presses until daley collapses in the courtroom- and then later that day, he visits daley in the hospital, and apologizes.

i don't think he wants to hurt anybody. but i think he knows he will. in his own words,

But if it must be crushed, then so be it! Because the truth will not stay buried!

ryunosuke is his friend. susato is his sister. these are people he cares about, people he is grateful for, and he tells them that. but i think he knows, on some level, that what he's doing is going to cause them pain: they are going to see the pieces of himself that he has hidden from them all this time, and they will have to live with knowing that he’s been keeping secrets for as long as they’ve known him, and even with that he still can’t trust them with what he’s doing. he says “i'll be seeing you” and i don't think that's a kindness: the more he drags ryunosuke and susato into this, the more they are going to suffer.

but he has a job to do. and finally, finally all the pieces are in his hands. he’s going to put them into place, even if some of them break.

the thing is, in 2-3, kazuma should be in anguish. he just got his memories back, his whole identity even, and that is, generally, not the kind of thing you just shrug off. but if there's anyone who is in control of this entire interaction, from the moment it starts, it's kazuma. 

because he knows where this story is going. he knows where it has to go. and he is so, so sure. confidence has always been the shield kazuma hides behind, because it works: it means people don't see the anger, or the hurt, or the flaws. it makes people respect him- it means people listen to him. it worked on ryunosuke, and now more than ever, kazuma needs it.

but here's the catch: it's not enough. kazuma knows what he needs to do for what he believes is the truth, kazuma knows the role he’s given himself, and there are emotions that serve that role. anger serves his purpose. but sadness, pain, uncertainty- those do not. and he doesn't want them, doesn't need them here, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there.

when he holds his sword in front of his father, the point of it trembles.

that very well could be just because i'm looking too closely at the 3d models, but if it is intentional, then in that moment kazuma is shaking. and he gets through that, he cuts the model in half and sheathes his sword, and then he says exactly one more line of dialogue before he leaves. immediately.

it is eight days before ryunosuke sees him again. and i don't know what kazuma was doing during that time, or why he left london, but maybe it has something to do with the way he could not stay in that courtroom.

kazuma knows how to be angry. he has no idea how to be vulnerable.

but he doesn't get to pick and choose what he feels. he doesn't get to unilaterally decide how this affects him, and i think he's far more affected by this than he wants to admit. at the end of 2-3, he has control of the story, and even in 2-4, it still feels like he knows more about what's going on than ryunosuke- but ryunosuke knows he's wrong. he knows van zieks is innocent.

kazuma knows how this story has to go. but we know that story isn't the truth. and the more things spiral out of his control, the closer he comes to having to acknowledge that.

and i look at 2-5, and i’m almost afraid of what it'll do to him when he does.

(and thank you to both @ifidogaysomyself and @sparrow-senator for letting me dump this entire thing in their dms before i posted it.)

| susato | ryunosuke | barok |

[ageless-aislynn]

Some important news here, frens. I’ve gone back to playing Mass Effect Andromeda and, safe to say it...

Wow, do I suck, lol! The Nomad controls aren’t at all like a Halo Warthog’s and I’m finding it REALLY hard to drive. You know how people mock Kat’s driving in Halo: Reach? Well, let me tell you, Kat has NOTHING on me trying to drive a Nomad. Just today I’ve:

Got my front wheels stuck on the roof of a small building and thus me and the team were all shot to death and the Nomad blown up by those Sentinel-ish robot dudes

Fell off the side of a bluff instead of just driving down the slope area

Got upset because all of the sudden my controls were reversed: accelerate and reverse were opposite trigger buttons, going left made me go right, etc. I struggled along for a good couple of minutes before I realized, um, I was driving backwards. 😐😂

Could not turn around in a small, rocky area and caused us all to die from radiation poisoning

And the most Kat thing of all? Accidentally backed off a cliff and we all died

But I’m determined to have fun with this, even if I accidentally flew back to the ship without meaning to, oops. 😕 But hey, I finally figured out how to get back to the planet, so yay for me, right? Me and Cora and Vetra are getting things done. Very slowly. When I’m not driving us off a cliff or causing us to all burn up from radiation.

Also, I wanted to foster friendships whenever I can but I forgot what the symbol was for that and I, um, totally hit on Cora and so she had to tell me she wasn’t interested in me that way. But I hope we’re still friends? 🤞😣🤞 (Note to self: friendship is the outline of a heart, not the full heart.)

I just leveled up, though, and I made sure to level up Cora and Vetra because I have a bad habit of running away during a fight and letting them handle things. That’s probably going to not work out well one of these times but dang it, for some reason I CANNOT seem to shoot straight. My aim swings really wildly all over the place. I turned down the mouse sensitivity, hoping that would help but so far, not so much so. I’ll have to tinker some more with the controls because this is really interfering with things. 😬 Except for my hitting on Cora skillz, they were ON POINT. *facepalm*

Oh and have I ever shown you my Sara? This is from back when I started the game in Sept so I’m level 4 now and I can’t remember why Liam isn’t on my team anymore... Maybe it changed when we got to the Tempest and into space? I honestly can’t remember.

Either way, Vetra’s been awesome so I’m happy to have her on the team!

I’m not worrying about side missions and all of the things you’re supposed to buy and craft and all of that. It’s a little overwhelming, honestly, so I’m just focusing on trying to figuring out the main objectives. If I can make it through the entire game, then one day I’ll play it again and try to figure the rest of it out. Anyway, wish me luck! 💖

[planetkiimchi]

7 minutes in heaven

inspired by: this post by @creativepromptsforwriting

pairing: wayv members x gn!oc

summary — you’re best friends with the wayv members, and they all react differently to being stuck in a small space with you for 7 minutes

kun

prompt 14. "please tell me this is not why you woke me up."

Kun looks at you and sighs heavily. The two of you have (un)fortunately been selected for 7 minutes of what, in Kun's opinion, is a waste of time which could have been used for sleep.

Earlier on, Kun had been upset with the commotion your friends were causing. He didn't say it aloud, just gave you a pointed look before tossing and turning on his bed.

It was partially your fault, after all, you hadn’t made any move to try and keep your friends quiet, nor had you let him try and catch some shut-eye.

He was tired; he had busy working on his song arrangement the entire day and dealing with his members.

Despite this, you'd managed to convince him, after some persuasion and lots of pleading on your end, to join the sleepover you were having with your friends. "It'll be fun!" you'd promised.

He had dragged his feet, groggily climbing out of bed.

With an irritable look on his face, he had tugged a loose T-shirt over his head and pulled on a pair of shorts.

There was an air of storminess around him as he followed you out of the room and into your room, which was just next door, to see what was going on.

Your friends had been extremely immersed in a game of "7 Minutes in Heaven"—and when they saw the two of you coming, they broke out into loud giggles while you glared at them suspiciously.

That should have tipped you off into knowing that they were doing something, especially when the way they folded up the paper with Kun’s name on it looked different from the rest of those in the cap.

Your suspicions that the game was rigged were confirmed when your friend drew out the names with a flourish, and somehow both your and Kun's names were selected.

Before you knew what was happening, the two of you were shoved into a closet—a small space—and you were stuck with a cranky Kun who wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep.

"Please tell me this is not what you woke me up for."

"It's not what I intended, I suppose."

Kun brushes the stray strands of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear with a wry smile.

"But you would have enjoyed this? If I wasn't being a killjoy?"

You nod, averting your eyes. "It's usually a fun game-"

"-I'm just not going to kiss you, so that makes it less fun." Kun finishes.

You shrug. "Kind of."

"Come here." Kun opens up his arms wide, drawing you into a hug. There's some clattering as you struggle to manoeuvre your legs around in the small space, eyes not yet adjusted to the dark. You wince as you accidentally knock a hanger down, and it falls on your foot.

You end up falling, legs tangled, onto the floor, and he falls on top of you, hands braced against the closet walls.

"Oops," you smile sheepishly. He flicks your forehead playfully, drawing your legs around his waist so that there's enough space for the both of you to sit comfortably. The way your legs fit around him is familiar, much more comfortable compared to drawjng your knees up to your chin.

His hands on you are warm and welcoming, and his voice no longer contains hints of irritation.

"Will you wake me up again tomorrow morning to tidy up your closet because you sacrificed it for this game?" You imagine that he’s raising his eyebrows as he asks this. You know he hates the work, yet you nod happily as he draws you into a hug.

"I love you so much," he murmurs into your ear.

You nuzzle against his warm embrace, he's always been the kindest friend you had. He plays with your hair, rubbing your back and you smile quietly.

The door suddenly draws open, and he flinches at the sudden influx of light. "Is 7 minutes over already?"

ten

prompt 4. “let's just kiss and see where it takes us."

warnings: drinking, use of (one) vulgarity, vomiting

You have no idea how you ended up in a closet with Ten, one of your closest friends—and also one you had been secretly pining after for a long time. 

The sounds of the club are still fresh in your ear, and you remember hot breath on your neck as you danced without a care.

But now your legs are weak from all that dancing you've done, and your head's spinning slightly. I'm going to have a massive hangover tomorrow, you think.

You've had too many drinks, and hopefully you haven‘t divulged any confidential information during the heated Truth or Dare game the group of you were playing.

Speaking of having one too many drinks, Ten also seems to be drunk, which you can tell by his lightly flushed cheeks, pink and rosy, the look on his face, and his tipsy giggles as he brushes a thumb across your cheek.

You're not even in a closet—there were none available, so you're stuck in a toilet stall. It's kind of unhygienic, but at least it's easy for you to vomit if you suddenly find the need to.

"Let's just kiss and see where it takes us." The bold statement coming from Ten makes you think twice, especially because you've seen him regret things he's done when he's drunk. After all, you're often the one helping to clean up his messes when he’s sober the next day.

"You're going to hate yourself in the morning."

"I've drunk so much, I'm going to hate myself anyway. Might as well make it worth it." Ten’s eyes darken, so quickly you almost might have imagined it.

He toys with your wrists and pulls you in, and your lips crash against his. You pull away and grab his wrist, causing him to pause for a bit. "If you don't want to, it's fine. Just don't hold back because you've mistakenly assumed I don't want to."

Now you're the one hesitating, because you do want to, of course, but you're also not in the mood for ruining friendships.

"You're quite certain it'll be okay?"

He nods, and then his lips are on yours, sloppier than you thought they would be. There seems to be a hunger in him, like this is something he’s been wanting to do for a long time.

It might seem like he's had a lot of practice when you catch him stealing hidden kisses in dark places, but drunk, unguarded Ten is a huge mess. It’s absolutely adorable, just like how he always is with you, the soft side of him overriding the flirty, confident him.

You lose yourself in the kiss, oblivious to the sounds of the club and the pounding in your head as his hands wrap themselves around you. They move slowly down, from your chin to your neck to your back and finally rest on your waist.

He knows exactly what he’s doing and you love it. But something in you is causing you to hold back, telling you it’s dangerous to fall in love with someone like him.

You pull away, and Ten cocks his head in confusion. "You don't like it?"

You press one finger to his lips. "No, but whatever you drank earlier on tastes like shit. Maybe we should continue this another day, preferably when we're both sober."

He knows you're lying—he always does—but he humours you anyway. “You're right.”

You feel bile rising in your throat, and clutch your neck as you rush to the toilet bowl, throwing up the contents of your stomach.

Ten tangles his fingers in your hair, supporting you as you continue to retch in a most undignified manner.

You wipe your mouth, washing your hands as knocks sound rapidly on the door.

Ten opens the door and you smile weakly at him. "You get my point?"

lucas

prompt 23. “why won’t you let me braid your hair?”

“Why won’t you let me braid your hair?” Lucas whisper-yells and you look at him through your eyelashes.

“I don’t want to go out with my hair all tangled and in a mess. I took time to style it today, okay?”

Lucas frowns and leans against the door, which creaks dangerously and you can almost hear the wood cracking into splinters. You push him into an upright sitting position, and breathe a sigh of relief when you see that the door isn’t broken.

Lucas makes a move towards you, hand outstretched towards your hair. By instinct, you jab your knee upwards and it just misses his crotch, your joint coming into contact with his torso.

His face contorts in pain as you feel his body crumple, spine curling up as he pulls himself into a ball and rolls around, groaning softly.

You’ve run your hand over his abs enough times to know how muscle-y and defined they are, and yet the softness of his stomach shocks you, and you apologetically hug him, rocking him in your arms.

“‘M injured, don’t you think I should get injured privileges?” You wait for the catch, and when he says hopefully, “Like braiding your hair?”, you smack him lightly against his stomach like you always do, and he yelps in pain as you belatedly remember that you’ve injured him.

The “wounded” happily turns your shoulders around, giving him full view of the hair you’ve so painstakingly curled and sprayed earlier that afternoon. You cringe inwardly as he begins separating your hair into different parts, a bit reluctant to let him do what he wants to do.

You feel your hair being tugged as he weaves it, hands working expertly as you wonder how he’s so experienced, and who he’s been practising on.

Lucas hums under his breath as he braids your hair, and you join him, familiar melodies being hummed in harmony.

When he’s finally finished—you’re surprised he managed to finish before seven minutes were up—, you twist around, and try to catch a glimpse of yourself. But it’s too dark to see your reflection in the mirror, so Lucas assures you that it looks absolutely stunning.

This is corroborated by the reactions of the others when the door is open and you blink, eyes adjusting to the light again as you hear audible gasps coming from your friends.

The person who unlocked the door admires your hair as you step out, and you see some of your friends whispering to each other. You take your phone back and immediately use the camera to look at yourself, and you gasp as well.

The braid looks unexpectedly beautiful, trailing down your back. Lucas has left your bangs alone and they frame your face, preventing you from looking too bald. The curl at the bottom of the braid, a result of your curling iron, really ties up the entire hairdo, giving it a nice, very you finish.

You can’t help but to hug Lucas tightly and tell him how amazing it is.

He stands there proudly as you praise him, and he says triumphantly, “Next time you really have got to just trust me.”

winwin

prompt 28. “just seven more minutes."

Winwin is gorgeous, even when his mouth is set into a hard line and his bored eyes roll, barely lit by the small crack between the doors of the closet.

He doesn’t even wait for a minute to pass before he takes out his phone, and you marvel at the capacity of men’s pockets. Had Winwin not taken his phone out, you would never have known that there was anything in that seemingly bottomless pocket. 

To be fair to him, you don't want to be here either, because your skirt's too short for you to be crouched in this uncomfortable position, and you would love to be back outside, talking with your friends.

However, you, unlike him, posess something called ‘manners’, which prevents you from taking out your phone and ignoring him as well.

"Just seven more minutes," Winwin mutters under his breath as his fingers swipe left and right and up and down. You have no idea what he’s doing, but he seems pretty immersed in it, lips pursed in concentration.

"You look pretty today," you offer, laying the table for more conversation topics to take hold.

"I look pretty every day, princess. I dressed up today so that you could hang me on your arm like a trophy prize."

His reply takes you by surprise, and your eyebrows furrow as you feel the temperature in the room drop with the coldness of that statement. However, Winwin seems to be sticking with it, and makes no attempt to take it back.

"Don't say that." You smack his arm, pouting unhappily. "You wanted to come."

He laughs softly, eyes crinkling up as he smiles. You must’ve blinked twice, because the sudden change in his demeanour is giving you whiplash.

"You're right. I wanted to be with you."

Even though he’s smiling, you refuse to let it go. "Then what's wrong with spending 7 minutes in here with me?"

A moment of silence hangs heavily in the air, his hesitation leading you to leap to several undesirable, albeit admittedly wild conclusions, like the possibility that Winwin might secretly hate spending time with you.

"I'm- I'm scared of small places." He says this quietly, avoiding your eyes. If you didn’t know any better, you might think he was afraid of what you would say. It’s almost horrifying that your best friend might be afraid to admit that he’s claustrophobic, but you sigh in relief at the simple answer he gives.

“Pretty boy, I’ve taken you to so many small places! You should've said it earlier.”

Winwin flushes, looking down at his fingers. “Didn’t want to interrupt your fun,” he mumbles.

You throw your arms around his neck and hug him tightly, whispering his name over and over again. He’s so considerate, always putting you first even in situations when he shouldn’t, or doesn’t have to. This might just be the reason that you’re growing to be more self-centred.

Winwin stiffens like always, not used to being touched, but softens after a while. You can feel him melting in your arms as he snakes his own around you, slender fingers stroking your back in a pattern you can’t quite decipher.

“My pretty, pretty boy.”

“Princess,” he counters.

“Did I ever tell you that I love you?” you ask. His cheeks redden further as you pull away from him and study his face. He fumbles with the ring on his index finger; the one you two got together a year ago.

The promise ring indicates the promise you made, that the two of you would stick together through times rich with good fortune and pleasant circumstances, and times thick with struggles and difficulties.

“Not enough times.” You can feel him smile as you press your cheek to his, smoothing down your skirt consciously.

You bring his hand to your lips and purposefully kiss his index finger, the cold stone chilling your lips. “I love you.”

xiaojun

prompt 5. "idiots. they're all idiots."

You feel yourself being jostled from your comfortable position, head lifted from Xiaojun’s lap. You peer through your eyelashes as Xiaojun carries you, bridal style, into the closet. His arms feel stronger than usual, because he typically refuses to lift a finger to pick you up off the floor.

Through your half-opened eyes, you catch a glimpse of some people watching you intently, but you can make nothing of their expressions, only noting that they’re looking at you oddly, in something resembling jealousy.

When Xiaojun sits down in the closet, with you in his arms, you take the opportunity to find out what’s going on. “Dejun, what on earth is happening?” You ask, rubbing your eyes groggily. He looks at you as if you’re somebody completely different, like the two of you haven’t just spent half the night together.

“Have you been sleeping this whole time?” You nod sheepishly, and he sighs and shakes his head. “We’re playing ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven’.”

“I see… And what’s that, again?”

Xiaojun explains the rules of the game, and gently reminds you that you’ve already watched three couples go in. Although your memory is foggy, you do seem to recall watching people enter the closet in pairs, excited and giggling. The same people came out some time later with their faces flushed, clothes untidy and untucked, hair all mussed.

“So… what are we meant to do?”

Dejun leans in, dangerously close, and you lock eyes with him, waiting until he’s hovering just above your lips to slot your hand between the two of your faces, palm facing him as you push him away.

He laughs to himself. “That’s what we’re supposed to do.”

“But we’re not going to do that, right?” His silence scares you for a bit before you realise he’s trying to get a reaction out of you. You scoff, prodding his biceps. “Right?”

He finally nods, and then silence falls.

“You’re a bit awkward, you know that?” You snuggle deeper into his embrace, and mumble, “Dejun?”

“Only a bit? I would’ve thought you would say I was extremely awkward.” He’s too used to your teasing by now, but he does sound a bit drained. His voice lacks its usual playfulness, and you only hear his exhaustion as he speaks.

“I wanna go home… ‘m so tired.”

He runs his fingers through your hair and both of you sigh softly. You stretch out as much as you can in the confined space, careful not to hit him, nuzzling your head against his chin.

You lean back into Xiaojun and he smiles softly. Sprawled across his chest, you can hear his breathing as you stare into the darkness.

You lean back into Xiaojun and he smiles softly. Sprawled across his chest, you can hear his breathing as you stare into the darkness.

“Idiots. They're all idiots.”

hendery

prompt 17. “let's grab the food and get out of here"

When your and Hendery’s names are drawn from the unlucky bowl of torn paper, you’re frozen in place, mouth pausing as you crunch down on the chips. Hendery glances at you conspiratorially as he looks down at the bag of chips in your hand, the fruit punch in his, and the cupcakes on the table.

He grabs two in the palm of his hand, and chugs his drink, setting the plastic cup back down on the table so heavily that the empty cup topples. He wipes his mouth dramatically and whispers, “Let’s grab the food and get out of here.”

You know he’s not joking, and it sounds like a mighty wonderful proposition, so you clutch the chips tightly and hightail it out of the room, leaving your friends staring at you in shock as you hurriedly rush out of the apartment. It’s not long before you realise that your friends are chasing you, and you run to the lift lobby and frantically press the button.

However, the screen indicates that the lift is still ten stories away, and your friends are gaining on you.

Hendery makes a dash for the stairs, and the two of you run down, flip-flops slapping against the steps loudly as you make your getaway. When you finally reach the first floor, Hendery takes the lead, and you follow him to his car, which he unlocks with a flourish and motions for you to get in.

You climb into the back seat, and Hendery locks the door behind you.

Your friends surround the car and glare at both of you, hands on their hips, trying to intimidate you into coming out. You stick your tongue out at them in triumph, and turn back to Hendery.

You’re both giddy from all the adrenaline, and he’s panting as he tries to catch his breath between bouts of laughter.

When he has finally calmed himself down, he offers you a cupcake, and you take it gratefully. A quick sniff informs you that it’s red velvet, your favourite cupcake flavour.

You bite into the cupcake at the same time as Hendery, but he’s overestimated himself, and you can see him regretting it as bits of cake batter overflow from the sides of his mouth.

You rummage in the car for some tissue paper, and wipe away the crumbs from his mouth with a grin.

You lean your seat back and take another look at the people outside the car. Most of your friends have given up and left, so you roll open the window and call a goodbye to their retreating backs before hastily shutting it again.

“That was a good workout,” you say, and Hendery nods, mouth full of food.

He swallows it and says, “We definitely burned the calories we’ll gain back from all of this.”

You agree, chomping down on the chips. As soon as you swallow, you realise how dry your mouth is, and you open your mouth to ask, “Do we have any water?” at the same time that Hendery says, “Do you ever realise that we never stop tasting our own tongues?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Dry mouth forgotten, you insist on pursuing that train of thought. “No, you’ve got me hooked now. So, we never stop tasting our own tongues?”

“Yep. So, how about I taste yours for a change?”

You let out a gasp, clapping a hand over your mouth. That was… actually pretty smooth, especially compared to the other pickup lines that Hendery likes to torture you with.

“I- I mean, sure, if you wanna.”

Hendery leaned in, but neither of you shut your eyes, both staring the other down until you cracked up laughing, shoving him away.

“Nah, I can't do this,” you choked out.

Hendery shrugged and held up a singular potato chip. “Want to recreate that Lady and the Tramp scene?”

You take the bait and bite on one end of the potato chip, shutting your eyes this time as Hendery’s face closes in, your noses touching. You break off your half of the potato chip just as you hear someone knocking on the car window.

Hendery turns away, burying his flaming cheeks in his hands.

yangyang

prompt 10. “are you wearing my chapstick?"

“Are you wearing my chapstick?” Yangyang asks with a sniff, looking oddly at you. He swipes at your upper lip, and brings his finger up to his nose to smell it.

“Yup, you definitely are.” You nod sheepishly, acknowledging that he is, in fact, spot on. Yangyang has this lemon-flavoured chapstick which he probably bought from some expensive brand (you never bothered to check, because you didn’t feel like making yourself feel broke). You love how it smells, but he never lets you borrow it.

Just for tonight, since you two were going over to a friend’s house, you decided to sneak into his room and apply the chapstick.

Obviously, Yangyang did not fail to realise, but he decided to only confront you when the two of you were alone, which, in this case, was during the game of “7 Minutes in Heaven” the Jun line had started.

“Really? You could’ve said something like, ‘Hey, I like the way your chapstick smells, is it lemon-flavoured?’ But no, of course you decided to accuse me of a crime,” you frown.

“Firstly, stealing my chapstick isn’t really a crime, so calling it as such is exposing your guilty conscience. Secondly,“ Yangyang leans forward and brushes his lips against yours, flicking it with his tongue. “I like the way my chapstick tastes on your lips. Is that better?”

You’re sure you’re blushing furiously, bringing one hand up to your lips. For other first time in your friendship with Yangyang, you’re struck speechless, completely dumbfounded by what Yangyang just did.

“Did you just kiss me?”

Yangyang is smirking, you don’t need any light to see that. You know him a bit too well sometimes, from the way his hair sticks up when he’s just woken up or taken a shower, to the way he loves speaking German to you, to the way he smiles when he’s interacting with fans.

The two of you have been friends since forever, and you’ve never set any hard boundaries with him. It’s perfectly okay with you when he flirts with you, or calls you up at night for a drink and deep talks while you stare up at the moon.

Sometimes, he forgets about you, getting caught up in his work and schedules until you obtain his schedule from Xiaojun and “surprise” him.

He gets you presents whenever he accidentally forgets one of your meet-ups, and you kind of just get used to it.

He’s Yangyang, the idol you’re best friends with who buys you gifts and forgets to call you, who flirts maybe just a tad too much and looks absolutely gorgeous 100% of the time.

Of course Yangyang has kissed you a million times—on the back of your hand, on your forehead, on your nose, on your cheek, and several times on your neck and belly.

But never on your lips.

It’s not like it was a real kiss, anyway. Your lips were shut, and he only lightly brushed his lips across yours. But it makes you blush all the same.

“Earth to Y/n, paging Y/n. Are you alright?”

“Sorry, just spaced out for a bit.”

Yangyang breathes a sigh of relief. “Whew. I got worried for a second there.”

Then, a bit hesitantly, he looks into your eyes. “Should i not have done that?”

“Done what?” You enjoy teasing him, but more importantly, you need him to confirm that you didn’t just imagine what had happened.

“Kissed you, you silly.”

“I honestly have no idea.” You’re so confused by what you’re feeling and the constant mixed signals that Yangyang has been sending since the beginning of time that you can’t even answer.

“I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

You shake your head. “No, do it again.”

“What’s that?” He furrows his eyebrows.

You lace your fingers in his hair and pull him towards you in a kiss. “I said, do it again,” you murmur.

And Yangyang obeys, kissing you until you’re both gasping for air as you tear away from each other. The door to the closet is opened with a bang, and you instinctively pull away, but Yangyang possessively pulls the back of your head closer to him.

When you finally draw away from him, you turn your head to see Renjun’s shell-shocked face, and you grin.

“Want to see more?”

[hyunverse]

hiiiii moots x skz book tropes pls

AHH THIS ONE’S UNIQUE, I LOVE!! here’s me quite literally writing a whole fanfic plot

1) @hwajin + hyunjin — and there was only one bed. . . trope. they would go on a staycation (platonically) and one of ‘em would mess up the hotel reservations thus leading to only one room aka one bed being available. (hyunjin’s 100% the one to mess up, he’s 1/3 of baboracha for a reason.) i can see them arguing over who gets the bed EVENTHOUGH IT’S LITERALLY KING SIZED ‘N THEY CAN SHARE. would definitely end up sleeping at the edges of the beds, not facing each other 😭 and then fall in love overnight. it got cold so they probably had to get close or some shit. then wound up talking abt their lonely love lives and Boom. they date. slay.

2) @jkefelx + jeongin — classic bumps-into-each-other-in-university trope. we’ve got kana darling rushing to a class and jeongin walking while being on the phone and Tada. . . they Bump into each other then all their books fall so they both scramble to gather them awkwardly but Wait. . . two hands graze each other’s. gasp! the act gets them both shy. shy enough to accidentally swap books. what happens then??? jeongin’s book just happened to have his number in it so wooo, kana calls it and then the rest is history. 🤸‍♀

3) @starlostseungmin + felix — childhood best friends to lovers with a twist. listen. Hear Me Out. i feel like keisy suits the whole pining, slowburn trope. felix as well! they’d be kindergarten friends who got separated once felix moves and then they meet each other in a 💫 fated reunion 💫 therefore all memories rush back or some shit like that 😭 “i’ve never forgotten you” “me neither” (plays the ouran high school host club theme song) 🎶 kiss kiss fall in love yeahh 🎶

4) @zoe8stay + bang chan — blind date trope. look. they’re both busy people. frankly, they’ve got no time to date. . . which leads to jisung practically blackmailing bang chan to go out on a date with this beautiful person he happens to know (you can’t tell me that jisung wouldn’t do this shit.) so chan goes, not expecting much out of it only to end up enjoying the date. idk how but he tolerates zoe’s love for mint choco ice cream (yes i’ll bring this up ‘til the day i die.) one date turns to three turns to five turns to a committed relationship. zoe’s happy, chan’s happy and jisung’s happy!!!

5) @comet-falls + minho — enemies to friends to lovers. i feel like they’d despise each other at first over some trivial thing. then they’d find out that they have something in common (which is wreaking chaos) so they become partners in crime. somewhere along the way it’d turn into something romantic. 💏

6) @asters-abditory + changbin — classic seven minutes in heaven trope. . . except it’s nothing sexual. i feel like within those seven minutes, they’d wound up having a wholeass deep talk. changbin would say something that’s funny and somehow it turns into a talk about their life??? but not the type of talk that makes you cry. it’s light-hearted, yet meaningful and sprinkled with jokes in between. both changbin and aster are the chill type, but with some chaos in between u get me? people would leave them in the closet thinking some nasty shit is going on but it’s a deep talk instead 💀

7) @milkybonya + jisung — the-extrovert-adopts-the-introvert trope! i’m aware that han is an introvert, but on the surface, he’s the life of the party. he enjoys talking to new people, and i feel like he’d get intrigued by quiet people. milky’s a very sweet person, someone laid back who i feel like at a party, they’d stay on a sofa and just watch while relaxing. i feel like jisung would get attracted by that! mans would end up trying to impress milky for hours 😟

8) @starseungs + seungmin — academic rivals to lovers. ah, the two excellent students in class gets paired for a project. they’d argue here and there (it’s mostly seungmin provoking for fun) and in return, cielle would accidentally fuel into seungmin’s need to provoke??? cielle’s just making remarks that’s supposed to be funny but seungmin takes it Seriously and ends up roasting cielle 😭 it becomes a roasting battle. (which is basically a ticket to seungmin’s heatt tbh) they’re both your typical chaotic duo, it’s entertaining.

[theradicalscrivener]

Do you have any plans to make any more stories similar to the Inspector Bai-Lon story? I'd give my life savings for a sequel to that, or something similar lol...

It is currently my favorite story of yours, and I absolutely love the concept of someone growing larger and hornier by the minute... bursting out of their clothes, while everyone is just not acknowledging the fact that it's happening until they're blasted away with cum. It was soooo good.

Gosh I was thinking of that story just recently. I was worried that one fell flat because I started off like. What if there was a murder mystery with a hyper character, but then I realized that writing a good murder mystery takes so much prep and I didn't even have any idea who the bad should be so I kinda just threw my hands up and went. Who cares! Everyone is just here to see this guy bust a nut anyway!

I hope Bai Lon doesn't mean something bad in another language. The character was inspired by the old Peter Sellers movie A Shot in the Dark in which Peter Sellers plays Inspector Clouseau (this was their original attempt to make Pink Panther into a movie series but since they didn't name the movie Pink Panther nobody knew it was supposed to be a sequel and so it became a huge mess. It was a fun movie though. A similar thing happened recently with Glass Onion. They tried to just call the thing Glass Onion because the name Knives Out doesn't have any context to the new movie, but the ad wizards in marketing were like. If you don't put Knives Out somewhere in the title everyone is going to be super confused. So you've got to do that )

Anyway. One of the other inspectors on the police for was Inspector Ballon and Peter Seller's accent in the Pink Panther movies was so over the top that he somehow managed to stretch the Inspectors name out to be almost 4 syllables.

I think my gripe with that story was that I'm a bit of a detective drama/comedy nerd and like I kept going down a rabbit hole of making the murder mystery that I kinda had to throw my hands up and be like. I need to make this man cum before I go off the rails and turn this into a massive detective drama and forget that I was supposed to be writing porn.

Who knows. Maybe next time he'll run into inspector Lecumbo.

Tldr I hope I didn't accidentally say something super racist in Chinese while I was having fun riffing on Peter Seller's horrible fake French accent.

[silverkittenx9]

Time Squad 22nd Anniversary: A Retrospective On The First Three Episodes

In honor of Time Squad turning 22-years old very soon, I’ve decided to give a brief review on the first three episodes. I mean, the show is technically well over 22-years old... according to creator Dave Wasson, he began development on the show around Fall of 2000. Also in an interview, he stated that he originally was going to develop Time Squad as a Oh Yeah Cartoons short, which was around 1998 or 1999. That obviously never happened, as he was already busy with the Tales From The Goose Lady shorts. Hell, I don’t even know if this is confirmed to be true... After all, Dave Wasson had always intended on pitching Time Squad to Cartoon Network. Nonetheless, even if it was on Nickelodeon in some alternate time period, it still would’ve not looked out of place alongside other nicktoons such as My Life As A Teenage Robot, The Fairly Oddparents, and Chalkzone. Speaking of time period, let’s dive into some of the very first adventures our main characters had! Well, my personal thoughts.

1a. Eli Whitney’s Flesh Eating Mistake (6.5/10)

This was surprisingly a very decent introductory episode. It is lacking in the energy department; the characters’ voices aren’t nearly as energetic as later episodes... and Buck Tuddrussel sounds more monotonous and gruff. That said, it isn’t nearly as dull as the next episode... which is even more dull to the point where I don’t like it. But that’s another can of worms to cover... Anyway, the episode starts with Otto Osworth’s absolutely horrible life at the orphanage; he spends his days getting bullied by Sister Thornley and all the other kids, and hides in the broom closet to read books. After a grueling day of chores not fit for a 8-year old boy, two figures (a man and a robot) named come to his “rescue”. The reason they accidentally teleported to the early 2000s was because Larry 3000 put in the wrong coordinates. After some hesitation, Tuddrussel ultimately accepts Otto as a possible member of his team (much to Larry’s dismay). We then get a bit of filler before jumping into the main mission, which is getting Eli Whitney to invent the cotton gin. This is not bad filler because it gives an opportunity for Larry and Otto to get to know each other. We also get to see what the main satellite looks like and how Tuddrussel and Larry get assigned the missions they supposedly go on. Why they get assigned missions would later be explained in a couple of episodes. Anyway, we get some hijinks like Tuddrussel beating up a tree, Larry getting mistaken for a flesh-eating robot by citizens, and Tuddrussel tasering Eli Whitney. Instead of inventing the cotton gin, Eli Whitney invented flesh-eating robots because he felt like it. Actually, he wanted to make mankind happy, which is quite pure if you ask me. We then get some actually well choregraphed fight scenes with Tuddrussel and the robots... before ending the episode off with Eli Whitney inventing the cotton gin after the citizens discover Otto’s shirt. Well, that was it. 15 minutes of characters getting to know each other and the gist of time traveling (in Otto’s case)... and it was somewhat worth it. Unfortunately, the episode felt dull in some places, specifically during the part on the satellite. The one saving grace was Larry 3000 and his charming attitude. He’s just reeking with sarcasm in this episode. If it weren’t for him, I would’ve tuned out of this episode a while ago. 

1b. Never Look A Trojan In The Gift Horse (4/10)

I really don’t like this episode... I just don’t. It’s not offensively bad or annoying, but it feels like a slog getting through that one. The concept about giving the King of Troy a trojan horse full of candy is a fun concept, though it’s executed rather poorly. There are some funny jokes, like the trojan soldier pouring out actual horses, thus burning the entire kingdom down. Larry’s also great as usual. All in all, this episode is forgettable. Everything just flies by so fast, you’ll forget what happened... which is a problem in other Season 1 episodes such as “Robin And Stealing With Mr. Hood”. Even the good 7-minute episodes feel like they fly by way too fast. I feel this one should’ve been about 10 minutes, so we could get more opportunity for jokes... as well as development of the plot. I’ve heard many people love this episode. Me? I just don’t see the point. This episode is forgettable, hence why I kept this review short and sweet.

2a. Napoleon The Conquered (8.5/10) 

Now we’re getting to the bread and butter of the episodes... this one. This episode is possibly the very first episode that felt “Time Squad”. There’s a whole barrage of adult jokes and dark humor, the characters are gradually becoming more themselves, and the pacing is just right. It is a 15-minute episode, but the pacing feels like Baby Bear’s porridge; it’s not too fast, not too slow... it’s just right. Napoleon is such a peach; he may be one of the fiercest conquerors in the world, but he’s also a sweetheart who loves his wife and kids. He’s essentially a family guy, though not nearly as much as Randall McCoy in a later episode. Josephine Boneparte, though she is a bit of an overdemanding asshole, is a very sympathetic character. Think of it this way: she’s always stuck at home chasing after her rambunctious one-year old babies, preparing dinner, doing chores, and being a typical housewife. One would go insane after a long time of this routine, so of course she would want to pursue a life of her own. All she wants is to be recognized as significant and capable as her husband. She doesn’t want to be a stereotypical housewife; she’s more than that. It’s similar to how Larry doesn’t want to be a stereotypical robot; he’s more than a robot... he’s a living being with desires and dreams. I also realized that the possible reason behind Napoleon and Josephine’s babies is because in real life,  Napoleon actually slept with many women. Perhaps that’s the joke? If it is, man’s gotta be a womanizer! 

Nonetheless, despite the fact that the babies aren’t major characters in the episode, it was admittedly very heartwarming seeing the normally grumpy and cynical Larry let his guard down for the sake of caring for Napoleon’s babies. When he’s being parental, it’s just so cute <3 That and the babies thankfully do not have overly obnoxious cries, so I don’t have to worry about hitting the mute button. I’d probably love them even more if they served more of a purpose to the plot... other than giving Larry a tough job. Well... it was rather beneficial for Larry anyway; he got a taste of what parenthood was like... as well as teaching him how to be more patient and tolerant, not just toward Otto... but toward Tuddrussel too. Even if raising an 8-year old is vastly different from raising multiple 1-year olds, he learned what it was like to constantly be around a child. 

Those were my personal thoughts on these episodes! While the show did start off rather dull in a few departments, it still had a lot more room for improvement! Most episodes after “The Island of Dr. Freud” are either just good or very amazing... especially Season 2! I assure you, it does get better! And I have a feeling had there been a third season, it probably would’ve been its best. JT Lazer and Lance Nine Trillion being the main antagonists would add a new touch to the series, which is refreshing since there were never any true villains aside from Todd Washington Carver. You can say Alfred Nobel and Josephine Boneparte were villains, but I strongly disagree. They may have done some questionable things, but that doesn’t necessarily make them bad people. They both wanted to find their true passions in life; they were sick and tired of being misunderstood... which is a struggle most the historical figures in this show share. But because the time rope would unravel because of incorrect history, they have to do the things history knows them for, whether they like it or not. I feel a TV movie about the Time Squad corporation finding out about Otto’s existence would’ve been a great idea. As well as a reveal about JT Lazer and Lance Nine Trillion being the ones unraveling the time rope all along. It is a fairly Pixar-esque trope, but for a show like this, it would be amazing... if executed correctly. 

Anyway, I really hope more people recognize and acknowledge Time Squad as it is a very underrated show! It is flawed in some departments (such as the pacing of the episodes and some unfunny jokes), but the pros far outweigh the cons! It so deserved more episodes. But alas, we cannot change time, so we’ll just have to count on fate to decide whether this show might get a revival. Better yet, it might release on streaming. 

[gunkreads]

Cairn session recap from Friday, which will also function as an advertisement to play Cairn with your friends. You should play Cairn with your friends.

My group of players have had very little contact with TTRPGs. Pretty much all they have is:

(friend 1) One completely horrid 1-hour D&D 4e session back in like 2011, plus about 50 hours of Baldur's Gate 3

(friend 2) Watching about half of said BG3 gameplay

(girlfriend) Two acceptably decent 4-hour D&D 5e sessions, plus hearing me talk about it endlessly.

So I have them going through a bog on a 3-day trip, escorting a merchant through it. Each day is supposed to have an encounter--day 1 was about 2 hours of Session 0/rules review/character creation, then about 2 hours of gameplay, about 20 minutes of which was combat; day 2 was about 4 hours, about 3 hours of which was combat (kinda overdid it on the difficulty ramp).

So, day 2 has my players with a reasonable grasp of the tenets of tabletop gaming and my personal philosophies on GMing. For some background, said philosophy basically starts and ends at the Rule of Cool. They wake up with their stinky sketchy merchant man, then proceed down the path before seeing a Rust Monster dash across the path, which the Merchant chases because he knows they tend to accidentally collect lots of non-rustable precious metals (my canon). They run into this small ruined outpost that happens to have a treant in it.

Now, something you should know about Cairn is that it has almost no progression system--no classes, no leveling, no stat increases, just "gear". It is designed to be deadly, so consequently there's very little you can do to invest into your character. This deadliness is something I heavily emphasized to my players, mainly focusing on the fact that I didn't know HOW deadly it'd be, since I hadn't GMed it before.

I ended up making the first session's combat VERY easy, forgot the rule about critical damage, and happened to see my players roll INCREDIBLY well, so that ended up giving them a false sense of confidence about their combat power.

They run into this treant in session 2. To say it "fucked them the hell up" would be a blinding understatement. It does a base of 1d10+1d8 damage, which I had already reduced to 1d10 before the session started (wanted to eliminate the chance of one-shotting my least tanky player). It downed two of the three players in one hit, and it basically got worse from there.

Because Cairn's rules are so loose, I was effectively able to build a ruleset on the fly to suit this particular combat scenario. I could roll with my players' ideas to do basic movement and inventory manipulation actions while downed (you're not unconscious, just unable to fight). I also loosened the restrictions around getting players back up--it just burned a turn for each player, which let me keep the combat going without completely sidelining a player for over an hour.

This led to one of my initially-incapacitated players killing the Rust Monster, which was hiding in the outhouse of this fort, by dropping a lit torch down into the pit and having the methane explode, then dropping a jar of tar on the still-burning enemy.

It also led to another player using a bottle of perfume as a Molotov cocktail against the Treant, and since they were doing such an incredible job at improvising their way out of this hopeless situation, I could narrate that Molotov knocking the armor off the Treant where it hit, letting them hit it a lot harder from there on. They were also specifically focusing on knocking off branches and roots, so I could reduce the Treant's damage die as they did that. It was IMMENSELY fun to whip up boons for the players based on their individual creativity, attention to their gear, and willingness to ask more about the scenario and setting.

The moral of the story for me in this was that when I, as a GM, don't have a massive ruleset looming behind me, I can actually do a lot better of a job making combat fun. When there's nothing to contradict, I can make rules as intuitive as I want.

So the two things I'd say in favor of following Bob World Builder's advice to start your D&D adventure by playing Cairn are these:

When there are almost no rules, you get to make all the rules. The GM gets to do quite literally whatever they want to help the players have a good time. If a player says "Hey, can I [action that has absolutely zero mention in the rule set], the GM can say "yes, make a [stat] save and fucking go for it" without ANY concern for gameplay balance. Shit, if you're concerned about your ability to be fair in metering their success, pick a die and a value and roll for it. In D&D, you can easily back yourself into corners by allowing something that eventually conflicts with an important balance rule later on. I know because I've done it. Cairn eliminates this stress and lets a GM learn how to PLAY the game, rather than just RUNNING it.

My players were more immersed in the narrative and roleplaying aspect of the game fully throughout the combat. Because they weren't limited to the 13(ish?) actions of D&D 5e, they were able to completely improvise their actions and run character interactions in a way that made them more satisfied with the cinematic-ness and narrative coherence of the fight.

Also, we had a fucking epic life-saving roll toward the end--one player had gone down twice, but still got back up and went back in to fight. She got hit again, which brought her down to 2 STR, and when you take a hit to STR in Cairn, you have to make a STR save to stay standing. Cairn is roll-under-for-success, so she needed to roll a 1 or 2 to stay up. And she rolled a fucking 2. We pretty much took an intermission for that one.

[starstruckpurpledragon]

share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order, then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice) 🎥🎬📺

1.) Cisco Ramon - the Flash

The bestest, kindest, funniest, and smartest person on the show. He was the heart of Team Flash and it's not the same without him. He's loyal and loves his friends dearly. And, well, he's just so much fun and easy to relate to and gnc and I adore this guy. He'd be sooo much fun to be best friends with.

2.) Zelos Wilder - Tales of Symphonia

He flirts like breathing but it's a cover for his insecurities and the ptsd that comes with growing up as the Chosen One who might have to die for the world one day and also his parents hated him. Once he finally joins up with the party, that's the first time he's had real friends and it's a bit heart breaking really. He's also super queer coded and will flirt with the main character (Lloyd Irving).

3.) Estellise "Estelle" Sidos Heurassein - Tales of Vesperia

Fiesty, pink haired princess who is so awesome I named my dog after her. Will break a vase over a guy's head if feels threatened. But will also pick up a sword and kick ass with it too.

4.) Velvet Crowe - Tales of Berseria

The berserker for whom the game is named and also the main character, Velvet Crowe is on a roaring rampage of revenge against her brother-in-law and there will be murder when she's through. Soft spots include the small child she accidentally kidnaps, a certain cry-baby exorcist, an annoying witch and her familiar, an earth-spirit pirate who can't swim, and a war deamon who learns the hard way yak breath is gross.

5.) Leonard Snart - The Flash & Legends of Tomorrow

Master Thief who enjoys being a supervillain a little too much. Has a soft spot he does not want to admit exists for Barry Allen and a soft spot he's reluctantly okay admitting to for his sister. Actually hesitates to kill Barry when his sister's life is on the line. Goes with the Legends to figure out who he is after killing his own dad and winds up sacrificing himself not for the crew, but for Mick. A distinction the rest of the Legends inconveniently and immediately ignore.

6.) Yuri Lowell - Tales of Vesperia

A former knight who quit after three months when he realized the organization was too corrupt and a bad fit for him. Kills bad guys to the consternation of his best friend (Sir Flynn Scifo) who is a genuine good knight in a sea of shitty ones. Accidentally winds up in a position to stop two wars and also save the planet from an eldritch abomination of their ancestors accidental creation. Mostly because he's now also best friends with Estelle - together their trouble magnetism is legendary. (Flynn would like them to stop that now. Why can't his friends just stay safe for ten minutes?)

7.) Keladry of Mindelan - Protector of the Small

The second lady knight of modern Tortall, Keladry quickly learns as a page that she is held to higher standards than her peers by people who want her to fail solely for being a girl. So she digs in her heels and surpasses those standards anyway.

8.) Rosella of Daventry - King's Quest

A princess who has had much adventure in her life and enjoys it. Helps people where ever she goes and this time it's the princess rescuing the prince from danger. Twice. She also stops a volcano from erupting, turns an evil fairy into a baby, and saves her own father from death.

9.) Hiccup - How to Train Your Dragon

Disabled badass with a dragon who is also a disabled badass. Together they bridge the gap between dragons and vikings and make Berk a safe home for both to live. Hiccup dares to be himself when no one wants him to be and it turns out that him being himself is exactly what everyone needed most.

10.) Milla Maxwell - Tales of Xillia

Lord of Spirits who might drool a bit when she's hungry and there is something tasty smelling nearby. She's a total badass, a bit naive, and cares very much about making a better world for human and spirits alike.

I'm gonna skip sending this to ask boxes and instead invite anyone to participate who wants to.

[frostwing213]

Odyssey AU/Fanfiction I wrote for class 2/10

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Hi, I wrote what is basically fanfiction for class on, you guessed it, the Odyssey . I decided to share it with ya'll.

Essentially, I took the events of the Odyssey, shifted and removed some things, made it take place in modern times, then wrote a 29 pages with over 14000 words piece of fanfiction in a week.

Is it accurate? Lol, no. Is it fun? Yes.

Keep reading to see part 2 of 10:

Let's go home now, I miss my wife

Finally, Menelaus Got some tires, and dropped them off, saying

“Here ya go Ody! Great job! Thank you so much!” He hugged him and Ody reluctantly hugged him back, then whispered

“You slash my tires again, I will murder you.” Menelaus laughed and slammed his hand on Ody’s shoulder, saying

“You've always been hilarious!” Helen, leaning against Menelaus's truck smiled and said

“I doubt he's kidding. But he got you to make a fool of yourself, so I think you're even.” Ody chuckled and gave Menelaus a “friendly” punch, then said

“Eh, but anyways. Penelope says hi, Helen.” Helen smiled and said

“Tell Her I say Hi back.” She looked at Menelaus and asked

“Can we go home now?” Menelaus stopped rubbing his arm and said

“Yeah!” He dashed to his truck and loaded in his group. Ody sighed and turned to his group of five, saying

“Well, let's get the tires on and go.” After some struggle, they got them on, Ody set the GPS, and they set off, way farther behind than he wanted to be. 

Oooo! I've heard of that Casino! We should visit there! Just for a bit!” Polites leaned forward from the backseat, pointing At a sign on the side of the road. Ody batted his hand away and said

“We're already late-” Eury chuckled from the passenger's seat and picked Ody’s phone up, saying 

“We should go. I'll text Penelope for you.” Ody sighed and said

“Fine. But only a few hours, at Most” Eury chuckled and said

“Yes Captain.” then put his phone in front of his face quickly to unlock it. A few minutes later, Ody pulled into the turn off, ignoring the GPS screaming at him, and parked, grabbing his wallet and saying

“Alright, let's meet at 6 and-” they were already hopping out of the truck. Ody sighed, climbed out and locked the truck. He glanced at the building and smiled, this might actually be really fun. 

It was fun. Excepting two facts. One, his wallet got stolen so he had to shut down his cards with his phone, and two, he accidentally spent A whole day there before he realized and had to collect and almost quite literally drag his friends out of the casino.

“Oh come on! Just a couple more hours!” Polites said as he sat back down on the bottom of the truck floor as the others crammed themselves in on the floor. Ody sighed as she sent a text to Penelope about the wallet situation and said

“No, we’ve been here too long. Elpenor, you’re driving, I haven’t slept.” Elpenor, the only one who got a hotel room for the night, shot him a thumbs up and Eury sighed as he climbed in the back. Ody sat in the passenger's seat, buckled, and looked at his texts to see Penelope’s reply

Oh no! You already turned your cards off, right?

Yes, I did, and thankfully I didn’t have a ton of cash on me, so we won’t lose a lot.

Polites looked over his shoulder and said

“Yeah, you’re good. As long as you turned off your cards, the cash won't do them much good. Besides, don’t you have a lot of money?” Ody batted him away and said

“Sit back down before we stop and you fly through the windshield.” Polties laughed and sat back down on the floor, saying

“Of course! This is so much safer!” Ody rolled his eyes with a slight smile and said

“Not my fault Perimedes got kicked from Menelaus’s car to make room for Helen.” Chuckles passed around the car, and Ody said

“But on the floor is safer than standing up. Unless you wanna ride in the bed.” Perimedes looked up and asked

“Wait, that’s an option? Can I do that?” Ody rolled his eyes and said

“No, I think we’re passing through some places where it’s illegal.”

“Lame” Ody chuckled and looked back down to his phone, where Penelope had messaged back

Well that’s good. How are you and the boys doing?

We’re doing fine, they continue to annoy me, but thinking of you always gets my spirits back up! 🙂

Aww, love you!

Love you too my wonderful wife! Hopefully I’ll be home soon!

After a few seconds, he got a video of Penlope and Tele saying that they loved him. Eury smiled from behind him and said

“That’s adorable.” Ody smiled and said

“I love them so much.” Polites smiled and said

“We should send them a video back!” Ody smiled and said

“Yeah!” He turned his camera on, flipped it to video and said

“Alright, say hi on three.” He held up the phone, hovered his thumb over the button, then said

“Alright! Three! Two! One!” He pressed the button and said

“Hi!” The rest of the hi’s echoed, nowhere near in unison. Ody chuckled and looked at the camera saying

“Hi! I miss you guys! I love you so much!” Eury poked his head next to Ody’s and teased

“He doesn't shut up about you!” Laughter echoed through the car and Ody rolled his eyes with a smile and Eury said

“Say Hi to Citimine for me!” Elpenor chuckled and said

“Not like you haven’t been texting her almost as much as Ody texts Pen” 

“But it’s better in person!” Ody smiled and said

“I hope to be home soon guys, we’ll try not to stop too much and-”

“We’ll make a few stops! I’ll make sure your husband has some fun!” Polites interjected. Ody sighed as the car laughed. After that, Perimedes Said

“But we’ll try and get the two married guys home soon.” Ody went to speak, but Eury was faster

“Text Ody when Menelaus's car gets back, we wanna know how far ahead they are.”

“Ten bucks they’re lost!” Polites piped up, followed by laughter and Perimedes saying

“I’m surprised we’re not, the gps is… not super helpful.” Elpanor nodded and said

“Yeah, it-”

“You know, I love how you guys keep talking in the message to my wife.” Ody said, mildly annoyed. 

“Oops! Sorry!” Polites said. Ody chuckled and said

“It’s alright.” He looked back to the camera and said

“I love and miss you, my dear wife and son. My dearest Penelope and Telemachus,” There were some groans around the car, “My lovely, beautiful, and wise goddess of a wife, and Smart, brave, and strong, little boy.”

“We get it Romeo”

“You two are my sun and my moon! My sky and my stars! My home and my adventure! My seas and my land! You two are my whole world! I am blessed to have you two! My love for you is ever growing and humongous like the universe itself! You are the most beautiful family in the world, and I am so happy you love me too”

“Imagine what the proposal was like”

“I was there, it was long. And you all remember his wedding vows”

“Oh yeah…” Ody ignored them and kept talking

“I don’t know what I would do without you! I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I am so glad I have you!”

“Remember how he was sobbing when Telemachus was born?”

“Oh yeah! I’m surprised he wasn’t screaming it from rooftops.”

“He tried. I had to quite literally tackle him, because Penelope didn’t want him falling off a roof.” Ody shot them a look, then looked back to the camera, Polties interjected

“Wrap it up if you wanna be able to send it!” Ody sighed and said

“Penelope, Telemachus, I love you so much, and I will be home as soon as I can.” He smiled softly and stopped the video. Gods, he loved his family. Polites poked him and said

“You should take a nap, no offense, but you look exhausted.” He sighed and sent the video, saying

“Yeah, wonder why.” He waited till the video was sent, then closed his eyes and tucked the phone under his arm, letting himself slip into sleep.

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[rjjameshiii]

RJ's Platinum Collection #26: Moving Out

Achieved on 5/16/2023 at 7:10 PM

I used to be a fan of a gaming channel called Funhaus. I thought they were hilarious. And one day I remembered a video they had made in which they played this game "Moving Out", which was a super quirky but fun cooperative sim. So I looked the game up and, to my surprise, was on PS Plus! So I decided to check it out, and ended up enjoying the game enough to get the Platinum.

Like you'd guess by the title, Moving Out sees you become the newest employee at a moving company and getting the job title of a F.A.R.T. (it's funnier if you try to guess what the hell that could mean). You can have up to 4 players all work together to move furniture out of a house as quickly as possible, no matter how much stuff you have to smash in the process. And it is SO FUN. Now, as I was playing by myself, I had zero shame in turning on Assist Mode, which makes the game a lot easier.

I decided to just play through the game and have fun, while also getting the Gold Medal on every single level. Unexpectedly, this game actually does have some kind of plot, and it's about alien rats trying to steal all the furniture the company is moving. There is a BOSS FIGHT. In a COOPERATIVE SIM GAME. It's awesome. And by the time I completed all the levels, I had earned 14 trophies.

1/27: Totally Certified - Complete Mandatory Training.

2/27: Golden Mover - Get a Gold Medal in one level.

3/27: An Eye For The Details - Complete all bonus objectives in one level.

4/27: The Bird - Shoot a basketball hoop.

5/27: Minute Mover - Beat a level in under a minute.

6/27: Moving On Up - Complete 10 story levels with Gold Medals.

7/27: You Don't Got Mail! - Smash the hidden letterbox with the truck.

8/27: The Friendly Ghosts - Complete all haunted levels without slapping any ghosts.

9/27: PHD In Moving - Complete 20 story levels with Gold Medals.

10/27: Massive Window Attack - Smash 100 windows.

11/27: Choo Choo - Complete "The Chase".

12/27: Who's The Boss? - Defeat the Rat King.

13/27: Masters In Moving - Complete all levels with Gold Medals.

14/27: Certified F.A.R.T. - Complete all Story levels.

Now it was time to start clean-up. First, I went through each level that had toilets or mailboxes and either sat on the toilets or slapped the mailboxes until I unlocked the associated trophy for each task.

15/27: Where We're Going We Don't Need Thrones - Sit on every toilet in the game.

16/27: Rain, Hail, or Shine - Slap every mailbox in the Story levels.

Then I started alternating between playing the Memory Levels, which are kind of like flashback tapes to moving jobs in the past that all have unique challenges, and I also got distracted by the DLC levels that take place on a tropical island. Between the Memory Levels and the DLC, I ended up getting trophies for throwing and delivering items, but I also accidentally got the trophy for achieving 100% - or, 111% - of the game. Turns out the DLC levels count towards that. Oops!

17/27: Go Long! - Throw 500 items.

18/27: Quantity Over Quality - Deliver 1337 items.

19/27: Remember The Time... - Complete all memory levels.

20/27: 111% Effort - Achieve 111% in the game.

After I finished the DLC, I went back to the main game to finish off the trophies. First, I played all the Arcade levels, which is where you need to parkour across some surprisingly complicated platforming levels while holding onto packages. Once I beat all of them, I got the trophy.

21/27: Winners Don't Move Rugs - Complete all Arcade levels.

Next up I quickly got the trophy for beating a level with less than 5 seconds on the clock. I just played the first level, and waited to put the final object into the truck until the clock was under 5 seconds. Easy peasy.

22/27: Nick Of Time - Beat a level in Story Mode with under 5 seconds left on the clock.

Next up came the part of the game that took the longest, which was completing all bonus objectives in every level. This was a big challenge, as some of the bonus objectives on some levels were mutually exclusive to each other - and also fucking hard. Some levels took me dozens of tries to accomplish. But eventually I was able to complete the task and get the trophy.

23/27: Objectives Complete! - Complete all level objectives in every level.

Next up I went to the level that was basically Frogger and just kept running into the street and getting hit by cars until I had gotten the trophy for getting run over by 125 of them.

24/27: Look Left, Then Right - Get run over by 125 cars.

Next up were two trophies that got on my nerves because I was certain I should have gotten them already. First there was a trophy for delivering every animal that appeared in the game. I was pretty damn sure I had moved all the animals, but for some reason I didn't get the trophy. I think something was wrong with how I delivered the frog in the aforementioned Frogger level. I just had to suck it up and replay all levels that had animals in them again - doing that popped the trophy.

25/27: Animal Lover - Deliver every pet.

The same issue was for the trophy where you had to find the hidden game console in each level and put it in the truck. I DEFINITELY found all of the consoles the first time I played, but for some reason the trophy didn't pop. I actually replayed all the levels again, once again making sure to get the consoles - and it STILL didn't unlock. I was super frustrated at this point and I ended up having to take a week off from the game. But eventually I decided to try what I did with Naruto 2, which was deleting my save data and replaying the game. That, luckily, worked, and I finally got the trophy and then the Platinum.

26/27: That's Not Landfill! - Deliver the hidden console in each Story level.

27/27: Master Mover - Unlock all of the trophies.

Despite the issues I had with some of these trophies, I thought this game was super fun! If you are playing by yourself, I definitely recommend turning Assist Mode on, because otherwise the heavy items are almost impossible for a single player to move.

Rating: 10/10