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snowblossomreads · 6 months ago

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Day 2 - Secret Watching

Pairings: Severus Snape x Fem OC (Celestine Faye)

Summary: In where Celestine is late for the staff holiday party and is surprised to find someone secretly watching.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Lockhart Slander, Fluff

A/N: And in something a little more lighter and fluffier for the season, our beloved dungeon bat! 🥰🥰

"Oh! Celestine get your shit together!" She hissed at herself, as she set the last bits of mistletoe berries on top of the milk pudding that jiggled slightly at the addition. "You're late and you're worried about the berries being in the right spot? Priorities please," she continued, yet it didn't stop her from making sure the leaves stuck up just how she want them, and that the berries were placed perfectly in the center.

She was not going to show up with a dish anything less than perfect to this party. It was only her second one, but with being the youngest on the staff, she felt the need to continue to prove that everything she did, she did it with all her effort.

Even with something as silly as this holiday pudding that she had found a recipe to while perusing a cookbook she had gotten down at Hogsmeade.

Giving it a final once over, and making sure the berries were centered correctly, and that the dirigible plum sauce was sauced just right, she pulled out her wand and cast a freezing spell on it. There was no way in hell she was gonna let that thing jiggle freely on her way to the teacher's lounge. Not with the way those staircases moved around at random.

Gathering herself up, pudding and all, she hurried towards the lounge. A little pep in her step as she was looking forward to gossiping with the other professors, finding out who was with who in the student body, who they were thinking for Head Boy and Head Girl, and most importantly any more information about the petrifications going on.

They all might seem jolly and in good cheer, but she knew good and well that everyone was concerned considering there was still no answer of how it all came about. And of course, the safety of the students. How could they ensure that when they didn't know where the danger was coming from?

Letting out a sigh, Celestine turned the corner, nearing the lounge as her thoughts continued to keep her company in the halls.

"I hope Lockhart didn't get the invite though, fucking useless git he is," she cursed to herself.

That annoying waste of a wizard, she wanted to set him on fire so much and call it an accident.

Especially with the way he embarrassed her that one time. Grabbing onto her like a lost puppy in front of all the students. Proclaiming that she just had to go on a date with him to Madam Puddifoot's. Thank god there were students all around or she was sure she would be sent to Azkaban for murdering him.

He did get his comeuppance though during the first dueling club. The way Severus has blown him across the room with a powerful expelliarmus had her giggling and clapping her hands with glee. She wished it was her doing that to Lockhart, but at least someone had the chance to set that man straight.

Oh, and she couldn't forget the way Severus had caught her eyes after that, a little pleased smirk on his thin lips that was there and gone in a flash.

It was very swoon worthy, considering she had literally run into him right after that embarrassing moment in the courtyard and told him all about it.

The thought made her cheeks heat up once more as she finally rounded the last corner almost there to the lounge. What she didn't expect was to see the man she was swooning about standing near the slightly cracked open door to the lounge. Staring at it, secretly watching as if he wanted to go in but was unsure about it.

He hadn't come last year, and from what she had heard from the other professors he had never joined in. Saying he rather patrol the school for students out during curfew than be subjected to what antics his fellow professors got up to.

From the looks of it though, that wasn't all true.

"Severus?" Celestine called just loud enough for him to hear her, even though they were the only ones in the corridor.

One of the portraits did tell her to 'sush her loud American mouth', but she ignored it, he was a particularly grouchy portrait anyways.

The sound of his name had him straightening up before turning to look at the woman who approached him.

"Celestine." He answered calmly as if he hadn't been caught snooping.

"Erm, are you coming in?" She asked, pausing in front of him, noticing his eyes wandering to the pudding that she had floating beside her before his attention returned to her. "I'm a bit late thanks to this pudding here so I hope everyone at least enjoys it."

"Your potion skills are above mediocre, so I doubt a pudding should be the least of your worries."

She grinned at the back handed compliment.

"Well if you think so why don't you come in and have some with us? I'm sure it's enough for one more person."

A sneer appeared on his lips at her invitation and her smile faltered thinking she had maybe overstepped.

"And spend time listening to Lockhart spout more nonsense and lies? No. I rather drink Polyjuice mixed with Skelegrow than listen to him."

"What! Don't tell me he's there to," she hissed lowly, her brows furrowed not wanting to deal with that man. "I thought we all agreed to not invite him!"

"It seems Peeves has been up to his mischief again. He must have saw the staff gathering and thought it fitting to find Lockhart and alert him," Severus responded, crossing his arms and did he just roll his eyes? "You can imagine the surprise of everyone."

"Of course, ugh Peeves," Celestine shook her head in disappointment, having looked forward to a Lockhart free gathering as she was ready to take the piss out of the man.

Lamenting over having to probably deal with that infuriating man for a few hours, she suddenly realized that Severus must have been watching everything play out for longer than she realized. And of course she had to ask.

"Wait Severus, how long have you been standing watch?"

"Long enough." Short and to the point. Very him.

"Well then…why don't you come join us for a bit? Maybe we can make some sort of excuse to sod off early- Oh Severus!" She exclaimed quietly, clapping her hand at the sudden thought she had. Yes it was perfect!

"Yes, go on." He spoke, his words drawled out a little and his brows quirked in interest.

"We can say we are going to go hunt for fairy wings! Some species of them actually shed their wings during the winter and grow new ones! If we can collect the wings within a few hours of them shedding they can be used in not only potions but divination," she spouted with pride as the knowledge flowed out of her with ease from all her years of studying.

He seemed to think about it, for a moment which was always a good sign when it came to him. And she waited with anticipation

"And what do I get out of this?"

Was the thought of potion ingredients not enough for him?

"You get potion ingredients for free because we know Diagon Alley up charges for fairy wings, some pudding and my companionship, isn't that good enough?"

"And no more Lockhart?"

"Yes that too! So what do you say? Will you pleeeeease, come just for a little bit. It'll be fun, plus won't it be nice to see everyone's faces when you show up."

He did have to admit, he was curious. Had she not showed up when she did, he would have probably walked away and gone to sort his ingredients as some of them had been looking suspiciously low. But the thought of the surprise and confusion on the other's face did bring some amusement.

And also the pudding. From the looks of it she had made a holiday blancmange, and he couldn't help but want to taste it. To see if it was anything like his childhood and it had been years since he had some.

"No more than an hour, and if Lockhart gets up to his antics about knowing how to brew anything more complicated than a cure for boils I'm leaving immediately."

Her face brightened immediately in the dim corridor, and she had to hold herself back from cheering like she was at a Quidditch match and Ravenclaw had just caught the snitch.

"Yes! Excellent! Oh Merlin can you imagine the look on everyone's face," she cackled almost manically at the thought, not noticing the hint of amusement on Severus' face as he watched her in all her joy.

She was positively radiant.

"Let's not dawdle Celestine, the quicker we are in the quicker we can depart."

He didn't have to tell her that twice. The look on all the staff's faces was indeed very worth showing up for as they all ranged from shock and glee to fear when he stepped in with Celestine by his side.

Fear in Lockhart's case, and that pleased Severus deep down.

The pudding was also delightful when he got to finally try some after listening to Minerva go on about how she had given up on him ever showing up.

It wasn't exactly the same as the one from his childhood, yet close enough that he had a hard time hiding his approval from Celestine who was surprised at his penchant for the dessert.

"I'll make another one just for you," she bubbled as he led them out of the staff lounge at exactly an hour in, using the excuse they had made up earlier to escape the group that had begun getting rowdy thanks to all the spirits being passed around.

You think it was the Hogshead if you walked in.

He thanked her quietly, as the moved down the hall, for the offer, but also for convincing him to not just watch but join the party.

Would he do it again? Not on his own. But if she offered to accompany him, he would maybe think twice about it.

A/n: Yay yay yay!! I hope you all enjoyed this! I do so love this man, ever the contrarian bc he doesn't think no one wants him involved. BUT WRONG. Always wants him to be involved 😡😡! Anyways is happy to give him some fluff and love and hope it made you all warm inside (it's cold here!).

#rickmas2024 #severus snape x oc #severus snape #alan rickman fanfic #alan rickman character #blossom writes

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collapsedglasshouses · 2 years ago

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I don’t know if you take smut requests so I’m just gonna request for a fluffy one where Noah’s S/O has her wisdom tooth removed, I never had it done so all I know is that you get high af from dental drugs and people forget they have a partner or even married lol

A/N: I do take smut requests, I have a posted about my rules here. ♡ I like this request a lot tho, Anon. I got my wisdom teeth removed about three years ago, but I'm not from America. Where I'm from, you can choose what kind of anesthesia you get while they get removed. I didn't get full anesthesia, only local, so I couldn't feel pain and I remember everything... BUT... I know videos. Let me see what I can think of! ♡

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: When Noah and Jolly picked up Y/N after their wisdom tooth removal, they didn't know what they settled for.

Warnings: fluff, adorable little y/n, nothing else ♡

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"Do you know the muffin man?" You asked tiredly when your eyes finally opened after your wisdom teeth operation.

"WHAT?" Noah exclaimed while Jolly was laughing his ass of behind him.

You instantly forgot, what you wanted to tell him with that, so you just giggled. Noah's eyebrows rose. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"Aren't you afraid the snake on your neck will strangle you?" You than asked while looking at his neck tattoo and than noticed how your vision was still slightly blurry. When you were honest to yourself, you didn't even know where you were.

"Please help me, Jolly." Noah than exclaimed and looked at his friend behind him.

"THE SWEDE!" You suddenly screamed in excitement and reached for your fellow friend, who couldn't contain his laughter anymore.

"I wonder if they were ever this excited to see me." Noah said to his friend and band mate, causing you to shoot him a look.

"Who even are you and why are you holding my hand, my dude. I have a absolutely perfect boyfriend that waits for me at home, mister." You mumbled and crossed your hands before your chest, when the doctor stepped in and told the boys, you could go.

They helped you into a wheel chair and drove you to Noah's car, while you slightly dosed off again.

The next thing you knew was about ten minutes later, when you started to mumble again. "Jolly?" - "Yes." - "Do you know how gorgeous Noah is? Literally every time I close my eyes, I see him right in front of me."

Noah quietly laughed while driving the car.

"No, go on. Tell me more." Jolly almost was full on laughing again, while your boyfriend's cheeks turned pink.

"I think he's a siren. Literally how can he woo someone this fast. I look at him and I feel like I'm an object." You muttered. Jolly tried to contain his laughter, causing him to tear up. "Like... HOLY HELL, HOW HOT CAN A SINGLE PERSON BE."

"Yeah, he's pretty hot, Y/N." Jolly cried out under his laughter.

"FACTS." You screamed and started to feel dizzy again. "When we come back imma kiss the shit outta him."

Noah rose his eyebrows to how oblivious you were to his presence.

"Fuck, I love this man." You exclaimed, before falling back into a "half-sleep".

A couple of minutes later, you only partially noticed Noah carrying you out of the car and into your bed, and the last thing you heard before you finally fully fell asleep was him planting a kiss on your forehead and whispering, "I love you too, silly."

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(only a short one but i hope you like it)

#bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens rpf

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egg-emperor · 8 months ago

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We’ve seen your love for Modern Eggman (high key I respect it) but what’s your opinion on Classic Eggman, design wise? I mean it’s literally the doctor just a few years younger(?) do you still simp or do you prefer his modern look?

I guess I do have a slight preference for modern Egg design wise + he's my focus as he has more cutscenes and dialogue to appreciate and analyze. But in my pinned post I have a lot of classic Egg merch too and that's because I actually feel just as much love for him as I do modern! It's really just that modern has more official stuff to simp over overall lol

But both classic and modern Egg play a part in my initial love for him around the same time, as my first lot of games consisted of both. I love classic Egg's perfectly spherical round body compared to modern Eggman's actual egg shaped body, it's super cute. He is a BALL! And he's absolutely just as handsome and sexy as classic as modern Egg

He's cute, handsome, funny, evil, cool, joyful and mischievous as he has a blast being an evil bastard, and he's as round and spherical as the world he wants to conquer... He's perfect in every way 💘

Classic Egg is just as evil and dangerous as modern too but looks like such a cute jolly whimsical fellow in comparison, he could much more often be mistaken for being innocent and nice and I love how he very much isn't despite this. The contrast of his dark actions to his cute design is great and makes him even more charming and lovable

Besides his gorgeous round body I also love the little sea cadet collar inspired yellow "cape" he wears (yeah it's not actually supposed to be a cape)

and how the yellow triangles of it at the front + his mustache when the bottom half of his face is obscured makes him look like a walrus his stache the whiskers and triangles the tusks,

his design just gets cuter with every detail!

I was delighted to see more classic Egg in Superstars most recently, he's such an adorably mischievous and happy giggly guy there when he's scheming and causing trouble gleefully and he has so many fun animations that make me laugh, all of which I GIF'd in my #Sonic Superstars tag but here's some favorite examples of that

He fills my heart with such joy 🥰

So yeah while I'd say I have a slight preference for modern Eggman stuff, I feel like my amount of love for his classic design and everything else about him in general is actually just as big. He is the exact same guy after all, just from the past and possibly a little bit younger but definitely still an old guy himself. He's lovable in all stages of life 💜

I also have a tag specifically dedicated to classic Eggman stuff if you're interested to see me talking about and gushing over him specifically more in general, it's #classic (though I'm probably gonna update it to #classic eggman via tag replaced on PC to make it more specific and easier to find at some point)

#dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #my post #asks #classic

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blues-sues · 1 year ago

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Ruby with Match!

She may not talk in most of her life, but that doesnt mean she is an anti-social. As a fellow fire type, she somehow could feel the raging heat of the fire around Match in his arc. She would show her concern not by words, but by some gentle movements and gestures. Nope, we won't hear her talking other than audible mewing noise, which is rare too, since both of them dont really prefer having actual verbal conversation. Her way of communicating and showing love/care is act of service, so she would just give Match nice things to lighten his mood up a little. She wont really expect the same comeback from him tho

The pairing!!!

I'm keeping Burn, Moddy is keeping Blaze, Blister... He's going somewhere.

Time for my rambling:

Relationship between parents: Honestly with these two, I believe they're really wholesome. Match being the nervous guy he is definitely appreciates Ruby's support more than they'll ever know. He's definitely very attached and appreciates the company a LOT. He's definitely smitten, even if it's platonic. Would die for her lolol

Relationship with kids:

Ruby; Ruby is definitely favored by Blaze! I think Blaze is the most energetic of the bunch and is very clingy to his mom like a leech. Good luck ever having time away from him, he'll find a way to come back. Blister is rather indifferent but I'm sure he enjoys her company a lot. Likes just sleeping on her back. Honk shoo honk soo. Burn tries to impress her by lighting herself on fire, but who knows how well that works. Watching your child spontaneously combust doesn't do well for nerves.

Match; Match is very nervous around the kids, but Burn definitely tries to help him come out of his shell. Encourages him to join her at social events and brags about her parents anytime she can. Match is flattered but definitely very flustered, not wanting to disappoint her friends after she put him up on such a pedestal! If Ruby isn't around, Blister is definitely clinging to his back and sleeping like a koala. He may look hyper but he's actually tired. He's a fire type so he's always a comfortable warm, ofc he's gonna sleep!

Children info:

Blister, Male, He/him, relaxed nature, often dozes off.

Blaze, Male, He/him, bold nature, mischievous.

Burn, female, she/her, jolly nature, highly curious.

Note: Moddy is free to change any lore regarding Blaze since he belongs to them!

#pokemon #mew #mew oc #crackship meme #blues' crackship

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jules-has-notes · 3 months ago

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Aca Top 10: Movie Themes — VoicePlay music video

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Who doesn't love a good story? When it comes to movies, music can be a powerful part of the worldbuilding and storytelling, and few pieces of music have become more recognizable than those epic theme songs. So gather your favorite snacks, find a comfortable seat, and let these talented fellows show you some of the most iconic cinematic tunes from the last several decades.

Details:

title: Aca Top 10 – Movie Themes (feat. Rob Lundquist)

original songs / performers: "Hedwig's Theme" from the Harry Potter series; [0:35] Beetlejuice main title theme; [0:49] The Good, the Bad & the Ugly main theme; [1:04] "The Raiders March" (aka "The Indiana Jones Theme") from Raiders of the Lost Ark; [1:24] Jurassic Park theme; [1:50] Mission: Impossible theme; [2:16] Batman (1989) theme; [2:29] "The Godfather Waltz" main title theme from The Godfather; [2:52] "Gonna Fly Now" by DeEtta Little & Nelson Pigford for Rocky; [3:18] Star Wars main title theme

written by: "Hedwig's Theme" by John Williams; Beetlejuice main title theme by Danny Elfman ; The Good, the Bad & the Ugly main theme by Ennio Morricone; "The Raiders March" by John Williams; Jurassic Park theme by John Williams; Mission: Impossible theme by Lalo Schifrin ; Batman (1989) theme by Danny Elfman; "The Godfather Waltz" by Nino Rota; "Gonna Fly Now" by Bill Conti, Carol Connors, & Ayn Robbins; Star Wars main title theme by John Williams

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

release date: 4 September 2020

My favorite bits:

magically summoning their guest 🪄✨

Rob kicking things off with a clear high melody

that gravelly Beetlejuice voice from J.None

Layne's percussion being muffled by the plate across his mouth 🤐

impressive whistling by Rob on that iconic western theme

the upper corners dodging bullets from Rob's finger guns

Layne joining Geoff for some bassy Indiana Jones harmonies

J's triumphant tone on "The Raiders March"

Geoff giving a decent whipcrack before realising it's a snake 🐍

the rippling visual effect on the Jurassic Park growl

the bottom row getting spooked by the dino roar 🦖

Eli's nimble riffing on the Mission: Impossible theme

"This town needs an enema." 🤢

Geoff getting smacked in the chin, but rubbing his forehead

the return of the carrot drumstick 🥁🥁

Eli and J putting up their dukes 🥊

those harmonies on the final Rocky fanfare

dimming the lighting in the final transition to hide a cut to a different take

adding a soda slurp as part of the Darth Vader sound effects 🥤

poor Eli not having enough time to actually eat any popcorn 🍿

Geoff and Rob doing pretty good Han Solo and Chewbacca impressions

Layne's adorable R2-D2 noises 🤖

Trivia:

○ This music video was half of a two-part collaboration. The other half is an episode of Rob's movie podcast, The Avid Indoorsmen, released the day before.

○ This was VoicePlay's second time filming a video with Rob at a distance. Home Free's half of their "Survivor" collaboration was recorded at their local studio in Minnesota with only Layne on hand to direct.

○ The guys' shirts reflect some of the movies in the countdown.

Geoff — "The Handbook for the Recently Deceased" book cover from Beetlejuice (+ bonus Ghostbusters 2 logo shirt in the outro)

Layne — Harry Potter parody of the Disney castle logo with Hogwarts and a person riding a broom in place of Tinkerbell (h/t to @acaplaya-musings for the correction)

Eli — helmet of Boba Fett from Star Wars with two crossed blasters angled upward beneath, in the style of a Jolly Roger pirate flag

Rob — the Jurassic Park logo

J.None — logo for Mighty Mick's boxing gym from Rocky

○ Geoff's Ghostbusters 2 shirt in the outro is reminiscent of his early days as a theme park performer at Universal Studios. He was a cast member in a street show called "Extreme Ghostbusters: The Great Fright Way", which featured Beetlejuice causing mischief at the New York Public Library façade.

○ The Beetlejuice theme song was particularly familiar to Geoff, J.None, and production manager Kathy. They'd played Frankenstein's monster, Dracula, and the Bride, respectively, in various iterations of the Beetlejuice stage show at Universal Studios. There were many, many VoicePlay and PattyCake collaborators among their castmates.

monsters get a visit from their mundane friend // "Blackula" and Deejay Wolfie in the show's final incarnation

○ VoicePlay had previously used the Mission: Impossible theme as part of a mashup with "Jingle Bells" to help promote the home media release of M:I Fallout in 2018.

○ Layne and Tony had integrated the Batman theme into an Imagine Dragons song for PattyCake's "Batman: Whatever It Takes" music video two years earlier.

○ VoicePlay had already dipped their toes in the Star Wars pool in a much sillier way with their video of "What Do You Get a Wookiee for Christmas?" during the 2015 holiday season.

○ The Star Wars sequel cast had filmed an a cappella version of the main theme with Jimmy Fallon and The Roots for The Tonight Show in advance of the premiere of The Force Awakens in 2015.

○ Fellow a cappella group May Tree recorded their own cover of the Star Wars theme in the spring of 2021.

#VoicePlay #Rob Lundquist #music video #a cappella #music #music from movies #video #series: Aca Top 10 #carrot shenanigans

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astargatelover · 1 year ago

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First of all 🐱 bonk

second of all - even though or most likely because I know what you'll be talking about: 🦐

😺 Bonk back!!!

Secondly: I was hoping you'd ask that! 🦐 :D

So, my current shrimp emotion story is (as you know) The Fairytale of the 12 Months, or Das Märchen von den 12 Monaten in German; a little German fairytale movie with just under an hour of runtime, loosely based on a Slavic folk tale of the same name.

The Months have actual human form in it, and I go absolutely feral for them, my heart is overflowing with love. ❤️ The temptation was there to just talk about my fave among them here, but I decided no, I love them all, I wanna talk about them all a little bit.

And here's the twist: The creators of the movie decided that 12 is a bit high a number of main characters (and I'm inclined to agree), so not all the Months have the same importance to the story. But because taking background and side characters and giving them life is exactly my thing, that suits me just fine. So, I'm gonna try to write each Month a short description here without making it possible to tell who is one of the (like 4,5, btw) main characters for someone who hasn't seen the movie. Let's see if I can manage to seem confident enough in the Months I don't have as good a grip on yet and hold back on the ones I already do know very well! 😆 Without further ado, here we go:

January: one of the oldest Months. a dignified lady; not fazed anymore by the crazy antics the others get up to. has her own mischievous side too, though.

February: a bit antisocial and grumpy. snarky, rude at times; deep down, tho, he feels underappreciated (and is he wrong? be honest, when asked to rank the months by favorite, where would February be on your list?); longs to be loved.

March: a go-getter; most tenacious problem solver of the Months. pretty, but practical about it. true to her status as the first month of Spring, she likes gardening and taking care of living things (including her Month siblings, in the broadest sense).

April: lives to honor his month's first day; a prankster, but never a hurtful one. nonchalant nearly to the point where it becomes a problem at times. happy-go-lucky, his motto is “Enjoying chaos keeps away strife”.

May: at peace with himself and very relaxed as a result; hard to perturb (April keeps trying). incredibly kind and helpful, enjoys being of assistance to others; does the majority of household chores at the Months' place because he finds it fun.

June: “full of himself” is underselling June's self-perception; vain, cocky, self-proclaimed most beautiful of the Months. stickler for the rules, highly developed sense of fashion; very focused on himself, the only one he adores nearly as much is July, his love. still cares about the rest of the Months and will fight for them when he has to.

July: just as fashion-conscious as June, but much less self-absorbed about it. fashion designer, very joyful and optimistic lady. most outgoing Month; quite unlike her boyfriend, likes to lend a helping hand whenever she can.

August: shyest of all the Months; very unlike her fellow Summer Months, especially. speaks very softly, if at all. loves nothing more than being out in nature on her own; expert flower crown weaver.

September: just as wild and stormy as her month; tomboyish tendencies. temperamental, brisk. cares more about doing what's right than what is correct (clashes with June especially often because of this, among other things).

October: bookish, curious, bit of a recluse. shy and quiet also, but in a different way from August, more of a shut-in than an outdoorsman (gets along splendidly with her, anyway). a painter.

November: grandmotherly vibes. the only Month older than January; overall very kindly and sweet, also likes making sure her fellow Months are well taken care of. knits and sleeps a lot, the latter not always voluntarily.

and last but not least,

December: calling him “jolly” would be an understatement; merriment personified. Warm disposition despite the coldness of his month. Impassioned interior decorator.

And here is the fam, all lined up in order:

That's all twelve of them! Whew, that took longer than I expected! Still, I'm happy with it. (See how I snuck in everyone's genders? Was surprisingly not easy.)

@people who haven't seen the movie: I'd love to hear your guesses as to who the main Months in the movie actually are! I'm curious how well I did.

And if anyone is interested in checking the movie out after seeing this post: It's available for free online and I've translated the whole dialogue into English! If you'd like me to send that to you, hit me up.

#fairytale #fairytales #german stuff #the fairytale of the 12 Months #das Märchen von den 12 Monaten #DMvd12M #truelittleblackstar #thank you so much for the opportunity to talk about this!#this was fun #asks #ask games #my writing #long post is long

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piplup-at-naranja · 1 year ago

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:o! I decided to go see about the east area since it looked pretty rocky and I found something called a Charcadet!!! Seems like a Jolly little fellow, I'm gonna name it Agni :3

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotomblr #rotumblr #//LEGITIMATELY FOUND A JOLLY CHARCADET FIRST ONE #//It's male- but tbh I'm just so surprised I found a Jolly one first try

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whatyourusherthinks · 1 year ago

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Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare Review

Just a poster for this film chaps! I had no idea such a display would enter the cinema otherwise. But that Guy Richie fellow, he makes quite the romps, doesn't he. I still remember my first introduction to his tomfoolery being the first Sherlock Holmes movie starring Robert Downey Jr. What a cracking time that was! *Brick crashes through my window telling me to stop with the British accent*

What's The Movie About?

The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare tells the tale of the recently declassified Operation Postmaster, where a group of agents set out to disrupt a Nazi supply chain to Uboats in '41.

What I Like.

Well, it's a Guy Richie movie, so the style is off the charts. The characters are incredibly charming and the violence is fun, fast, and flowing. The movie is basically Inglorious Basterds, but instead of Americans it's the British and there's nothing about the power of movies saving the day. And there's really nothing else to it. I could go into detail about the characters and the plot, but it's just a string of charming characters killing some of the worst people in history. If that's not enough for you, I dunno what to tell you. I guess I should add I really liked all the historical character that I noticed. Ian Fleming is in the movie. I didn't know what the Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare was about before going in to the movie, so it was a pleasant surprise when the writer of James Bond turned up. There's also a coda at the end that tells you what happens to all the main characters after the movie and I liked that.

What I Didn't Like.

The style and violence is great, but maybe the Nazis went down a little too easily. I mean, they are Nazis. I love watching those goose-stepping bastards get their shit kicked in, but it feels like the main characters are never in any physical danger ever. Even the movie gets that at one point. They set up a fight between the giant Danish guy with an axe versus an entire Nazi squad with machine guns, and it's played like "Yeah yeah, we know how this is gonna go." They don't even bother to show the fight too. That's lame. My final complaint is that Churchill is a big presence in the movie, and the guy playing Churchill does not look ANYTHING like the real one.

Final Summation.

This movie is jolly good fun! *Brick that says 'Seriously, stop!' flies through my already broken window* If you like watching highly competent people doing what they do best, killing Nazis, they you will love this movie. And as a bonus, you might learn a little bit about history!

#Ministry ofUngentlemanly Warfare #Recommended Movies

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Summer Tyme with the Collectors: Chapter 1

Father Christmas: Like most fairies, Father Christmas' origins are shrouded in mystery, and therefore confused in various versions of folk lore. Also referred to as Saint Nick/Nicholas, Santa Claus, Big Red, and Kris Kringle, it's easy to see how this legend gets obscured.

Common truths and understandings of Father Christmas paint him in a positive light. He calls the northernmost point of the human realm home, spreads joy and wonder among their children, and is often pictured as being a happy, jolly fellow in mostly red attire. This image was popularized by the Coca Cola Company, who featured him in advertisements for their flagship beverage in the 1930s. It's unclear whether Father Christmas himself is a frequent enjoyer of ice cold Coke, but it is not uncommon to see images depicting him with a bottle of just that in his mittened hand.

It is known that he has an army of elves at the ready. These refugees of the fae realm are understood to tirelessly work on toys and other delights, which Father Christmas delivers to the children of the world once every year. Attempts have been made to inspect the workshops, but none who have gone have ever managed to return. Foreboding, admittedly, but there's little reason to suspect wrong-doing.

When Summer was little, a decade and change before a fateful day in a distant jungle, she had a different kind of fateful day. Her first lost baby tooth lay in the palm of her hand, a tissue in the other to stop the slowing trickle of blood. Proud parents beamed at each other, turning their attention to their daughter as they warmly congratulated her on the milestone.

“Look at that!” her mother said with shivering glee.

A tight hug followed, along with a kiss to her cheek even as the mildly frightened girl fought to contain the bleeding gap between her remaining teeth. She looked to her father, also kneeling down to her level, and the joy in his bearded face helped provide a sense of calm. The big man was always a good source for composure, and now was no exception. Despite the taste of her own blood, a giddy giggle shook from around the tissue.

“We'll need to put that under your pillow tonight!” he said with his deep voice, an excited tone making it a bit louder than normal. “Gonna have a visit from the Tooth Fairy!”

They'd been talking about the tooth fairy for days, weeks even. As soon as she told them of her loose tooth, it was tooth fairy this and tooth fairy that. Now, it was finally time! Night couldn't come soon enough, she'd finally have her own visit! Her own bit of magic, that she wouldn't have to share like when Santa or the Easter Bunny came. It was like her own holiday, a fairy coming to visit her!

She insisted on wearing her nicest dress for the occasion. It was meant for Halloween, but one night before the big day wouldn't hurt. Mom could clean it, anyway. The sequins and sewn in jewels sparkled as she climbed into bed, her honey-yellow skirt bunching up around her legs when she laid down. Emerald lace tickled the side of her face, but she would look the part of someone welcoming a fairy, no matter how uncomfortable sleeping in a princess dress might be! Her parents smiled as they tucked her in, sliding the tooth under her pillow before her mother began a bedtime story.

It was one of her favorites, but she couldn't even try to listen as her mother went through the tale. Every changing voice she did so well, and the loving hands gingerly tickling her through the blanket did little to distract her from what lay beneath her head. She made it all the way to the end, hearing her mom finish the story with “happily ever after,” and was only a little bit sleepy. The fingers she had in her mouth, the same two she always sucked when sleep was so annoyingly close, felt the awkward absence of her tooth, and she wondered if it still rested under her pillow.

The light clicked off, leaving her in the dark. Only a brave puppy night light warded away the inky black of night, and she hardly noticed as the illuminated puppy led her into sleep. Random dreams plagued her as she fought to keep the rest of her teeth from falling out. She hadn't checked if her lost tooth was still under her pillow, but now her pillow and bed were nowhere to be found. The ocean crashed and rocked all around her ship, not unlike the one she was made to tour when her family went on that cruise. Every wave sent another tooth from her mouth, and she chased after them down narrow halls and into her classroom.

No one had teeth in the classroom, except for their teacher. Mr. Vanderbilt was being swarmed by flying teeth, swatting at them and crying for Summer to help. All of her classmates turned to look at her as she stepped forward to help, unsure of what she could really even do, and the weird dream turned nightmare. Toothless grins grew wide all around her, and her friends slowly stood up from their seats. Their faces were wrong, featureless as they kept rising, growing taller and more foreboding. She stepped back, shrinking away from the monsters surrounding her until they reached in and took her by the arms.

“Summer? Summer?” her father asked with growing concern.

She woke back in her room, her heart racing and eyes going wide as soon as they opened. Her throat hurt as though she'd been screaming, and based on the expressions her parents wore, that might not have been far from the truth. Dad's hands were on her arms, and she was sitting up with him standing beside her bed. He held her firm, but his strong grasp was gentle as he coaxed her from the nightmare.

“Scary,” she huffed, drawing in another breath and letting her father provide comfort. “That was so- so scary.”

“It was just a dream, sweetie?” mom supplied, though it sounded like a question. She sat on the bed beside her, an understanding hand sweeping up her blanket-coated leg.

Summer nodded, rubbing her head as her father sat beside her mother. She fought the urge to cry, not wanting to let the bad dream sour her appearance for her special guest. A gasp shot into her lungs as she sat up straighter, and she looked expectantly at her parents. Concern was washed away from their faces with a greater enthusiasm, and she kicked her foot away when she felt her father pinch one of her toes.

“Did she- did I miss it?” Summer asked excitedly. She turned and picked up her pillow, delighted and disappointed all at once.

There, where her tooth had been, sat a single, shining silver dollar. She picked it up with a wide smile, catching her reflection in the coin as she held it before her face. Under the coin was a little note, and a small scattering of glitter.

“What does the note say?” dad asked, bringing her attention to the note before she really noticed it.

Lifting the pillow a little further, Summer could see there was a tiny piece of paper. It glinted in the light as it fluttered from the pillow’s movement, and she slapped her hand down in pursuit of the small paper. Glitter spread from her striking hand, and she giggled as the shimmering dust settled on her skin and the sheet below. She fetched the note and held it up, turning the paper over in order to find where the fancy writing seemed to start.

“I can’t read it,” she said with some frustration. “It’s in weird scribbles…”

Seeing his daughter’s cute face so focused on the small note, no bigger than the coin in her other hand, Mr. Tyme gently reached for her arm. His hand held her forearm, relaxing her features as she looked up at him. From behind her father, Mrs. Tyme fell in love with her husband all over again, cherishing the bond that was so clear between father and daughter. She smiled while sliding an arm over his shoulder, and their daughter sighed as she watched her mother’s face settle beside her father’s.

“Ohhh,” her father said, nodding his understanding. He’d written the note in cursive, momentarily forgetting that his daughter hadn’t yet learned to read or write in that style. Before his mind could get lost in a tangent of whether or not the schools would even bother teaching the dying skill, he shook his head and chuckled. “Must be Tooth Fairy-ese.”

A snort burst from beside his face as her mother suddenly pulled back, trying to refrain from laughing too much. “Tooth Fairy-ese?” she whispered behind him with a playful poke to his ribs.

After flinching from the jab with a smirk, he made a show of “translating” for their daughter. “Dearest Summer,” he read, squinting and turning the letter as though struggling to make sense of the inscription. “Congratulations on losing your first tooth! Here is one dollar, just as shining as the ivory gift you’ve given. More will surely come as you get older, and more offerings are presented. Be good, and listen to your parents. Especially your father, because he is so charming and good looking. Yours, the Tooth Fairy” He turned to smirk at his wife, who delivered another knuckle-jab to his ribs.

Summer rolled her eyes as her parents got lovey, kissing on her bed, and made her feigned disdain known with an audible, “Eeewww!”

“See?” her father said with a grin, holding out the sparkling note for her to inspect. “Says it right there in Tooth Fairy-ese, plain as day! The Tooth Fairy thinks I’m cute!”

Glitter clung to her fingertips as she took the letter from her father. Her parents bickered playfully before kissing again, but her attention was focused solely on the glinting sheet in one hand, and the shining coin in the other. There didn’t appear to be enough written on the note to say all her father had read, but she couldn’t make sense of the strange markings. She would just have to take him at his word, for now. Perhaps, in time, she would be able to find someone else who could help her read what it said?

She stashed the note in her keepsakes box - an ornate box handed down to her by her grandmother. It was slightly larger than one of the boxes her shoes come in, and made of wood. Intricate designs were carved into the wood; flowers, clovers, rainbows, horseshoes, even a unicorn on one side. On the top was the word “Keepsakes,” and the front had a metal clasp firmly secured that she could easily use to lock and unlock the box. She unclasped her box and set the dollar onto a cardinal feather she’d found earlier in the year. On top of that went the note, and she gave her lucky marble a quick rub before placing it back into the box and locking it up again.

Within another few months, Summer was in a similar situation. Another baby tooth had emerged from her mouth, making way for an adult version. She held it up proudly for her parents to see, and they prepared their daughter for another visit from the Tooth Fairy. The dress was already nearly too small, but she still managed to fit into it for a night with the tooth under her pillow.

Mrs. Tyme regaled her with a tale of a little girl who lost a tooth, much like herself. She listened intently, completely absorbed in the story as the little girl begged the Tooth Fairy for a puppy, or a kitty, rather than the quarter the fairy had intended to leave. Many times, Summer had to keep herself from interrupting, fearful that correcting the story would result in her own reward being lowered from a dollar. If the girl in the story only got a quarter, then what’s keeping the Tooth Fairy from ripping her off just as bad? After finishing up the story, with the girl having learned a lesson in being thankful for what you’re given rather than pleading for more, her mother tucked her in with a kiss to the forehead.

“Good night, sweetheart,” she said with that special glint in her eyes.

Summer smiled back and rolled onto her side, the pair of fingers in her mouth making it difficult to get her own “good night” out. Her mouth felt odd again with another tooth missing, but she was excited at another chance to see the Tooth Fairy. Heavy eyes drifted shut, leading her into sleep with the brave puppy shining bright in her darkened room.

Another frightening dream plagued her through the night. Shining coins, large enough to crush her, rolled after the small girl as she ran screaming down her street. Every scream sent another tooth from her mouth, and each tooth twisted itself into a coin, the sinister face mocking her as they all chased her down the road. Eventually the coins caught up, and she felt the ground rumbling beneath her feet as they rolled circles around her. Rough vibrations shook up into her knees as the surrounding coins crept closer and closer, their menacing presence making her crouch low and pray that they just leave her alone.

“Summer!”

She wakes with a scream, shaking her leg from her mother’s hand. Her mother had been holding her knees so tight through her blanket and dress, that she still felt her fingers on her legs even as her hands now reached for her face. Mr. Tyme rushes in a moment later and drops to his knees beside the bed with his wife. The look of concern on his face did little to comfort their daughter, but his warm hug brought a stillness no words ever could.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, more to his wife than his daughter.

Mrs. Tyme began to answer, but was cut off when Summer provided a response. She wiped a tear away and fought through a sniffle, needing to be strong for her father.

“Just a bad dream, daddy,” she said, wincing as another sob trembled from her chest.

Her father hugged her again, and she felt her mother’s fingers scratching down her back. Despite the situation, she liked the reminder of how much her family loved her. She held them tightly, letting their warmth push the lingering memory of her nightmare away, not even remembering the previous bad dream.

“Did the Tooth Fairy come, at least?” her dad asked, his tone shifting from concern to something more jovial.

“It’s hardly midnight,” her mother chimed in, “I doubt she’s had a chance to visit…”

But Summer was already checking under her pillow. Her parents’ hands remained on her back, their comforting presence encouraging her, and she gasped when she saw the much less frightening, motionless coin sitting atop another note. A short streak of glitter extended from the pair, giving them the appearance of a comet on her pink bed sheets.

“She came! She came!” the delighted girl exclaimed, holding both the silver dollar and note in one hand. Summer held the tiny note in front of her as she let the coin fall to her blanketed lap, wondering if the Tooth Fairy liked, or even noticed her fine attire. There wasn’t any mention of it last time, and this time it felt like a much greater sacrifice. Again, the note was written in that same, strange writing. She’d forgotten to try to find someone else to read it, and was forced to let her dad translate once more.

“Dearest Summer,” he started, adjusting his voice to a higher pitch in an effort to sound like the Tooth Fairy. ‘As if he knows what she sounds like,’ she thought with an eye-roll. “I was so pleased to find another tooth under your pillow! They’re simply the best teeth, and I cannot wait to collect more. Don’t forget to be good to your parents! Especially that hottie dad of yours, he’s a wonderful guy!”

“It doesn’t say that!” she retorts, taking the note from him when he holds the glittering paper back out.

Her father giggles as he receives another poke to the back of the ribs from her mother, but the girl still can’t read the cursive inscription. It’s too small, and the curling, sweeping letters are as good as foreign to her. Even so, she’s another dollar richer, and has another piece of Tooth Fairy memorabilia for her Keepsakes box. The note and dollar join the first pair, adding to her growing collection. She gets tucked back in and quickly falls back to sleep, her dreams much more peaceful for the rest of the night.

With another blink, Summer is closing in on seven years old. In her hand is her third escapee. She now has a steady allowance of two whole dollars a week for helping clean up around the house, so getting another dollar, no matter how shiny, isn’t quite as appealing. So many of her friends at school have siblings, and often talk about the fun things they get into together over the weekend. So, rather than money, when she places her tooth under the pillow, what she really wants - more than anything else in the whole world - is a little brother. Or sister, really. She won’t be picky.

Her eyes get heavy as her mother tells her a sweeping bedtime story. The tale continues as she sinks into a cozy sleep without even realizing it, with the waking world seamlessly giving way to her dreams. Unlike previous visits, these dreams were far more pleasant than the nightmares she’d suffered. As the night wore on, Summer wandered deeper into the unconscious fantasy within her mind, eagerly following butterflies into an endless field of flowers.

As Summer races forward after the colorful butterflies, she can almost swear that she can see a human shape between the wings. They dart around so recklessly that it’s hard to say for sure, but something about them makes her doubt their insect nature. Every time she has a moment to focus, or is close enough to reach out for one, the ground beneath her feet dips with an unexpected hole, or she nearly trips over a branch concealed by the vibrant flowers. The lush scent of the dozens of varieties of flowers overwhelm her in the best way, and she’s quickly distracted by the growth all around her.

The flowers tickle her hands as she sweeps her arms through the waist-high growth. Every shade and tint of blue, violet, red and yellow duck and weave from her passing arms, and when the pollen spreads up her arms and onto her blouse, she smiles warmly at the familiar smell of her father. Birds somewhere in the distance as dozens of bees hum down towards her, but she doesn’t feel any fear of the approaching swarm. There’s something familiar to the sound surrounding her, and as the bees tickle her while collecting the pollen, she realizes they’re copying a song her mother often hums while cleaning around the house. She feels warm, happy while the bees gather their pollen and take flight. The butterflies dive and fly rapid circles around her once the bees have left, and-

A comforting hand glides up her back as her eyes drift open. The dream tumbles from her mind while her mother soothingly rouses her from her sleep, welcoming Summer to another day. As is much too often the case, memories of the dream slip from her grasp with every breath until only random fragments remain, and she rolls onto her back under the blanket.

“Good morning, sweetie,” her mother says with a soft smile.

“Get another visit from the Tooth Fairy?” Mr. Tyme asks from the open door.

Summer suddenly remembers what she’d wished for while placing her tooth under the pillow. With wide eyes, she quickly turned and snatched her pillow out of the way… only to find another stupid dollar coin and glittery note? Her brow furrowed as she retrieved the coin and tiny paper, sitting on her bed as she recognized her father’s handwriting within the sparkles. Pieces fell into place in her mind, but she tried her best to keep the disappointment from her face as she held the paper out for her father.

“It’s another note,” she said with a slight smile. “Can you read it?”

Her father grinned as he stepped forward and took the note. Summer curled and turned her fingers, focusing on the shimmering glitter more than whatever counterfeit words her father was rambling off. A gentle hand rubbed up and down her back, and she suspected that her mother knew. She glanced up into her mother’s face, looking for clues at the extent of the deception. Was it just her father placing notes under her pillow? Had her mother been in on it, too? Did they leave the money as well, or was there some magic involved in this whole thing?

Deep laughter snatches her from her thoughts. She looks at her father, who was chuckling in the way he usually does at his own jokes. He offers the note back to his daughter, who puts on a happy face as she retrieves it. Curious eyes drift over the cursive, and she makes a note to take time to read it later. After a motherly kiss to her head and a fatherly squeeze of her shoulder, her parents leave her bedroom. She sits on the bed for a moment longer, then slides her legs off the side.

In her closet, she opens her Keepsakes box. She places her new coin onto the growing stack, and pulls the other two notes from under a shiny red rock. It’s clear that they were all written by the same person, and she feels a slight stab of betrayal in her heart as she sets the two older notes back into the box. With a sigh, she begins to read the newest note.

“Dearest Summer,

Thank you for yet another beautiful tooth! It will look marvelous in my collection, but not as good as your dad. He’s super cute!”

She rolled her eyes as she placed the note into the box with the others. The shining rock held the trio down, and she took a moment to marvel at the items inside. While there may not be any “fairy magic” enhancing her cherished belongings, she did still plan on adding to her small collection. Her fancy rock was new, as was the weird quarter. It was a misprint, her father had said. George Washington was on one side, right where he was supposed to be, but on the other was Thomas Jefferson. Weird enough to find a two-faced coin, but even stranger to find a president who didn’t even belong.

With a sigh, she closed her keepsakes box and twisted the small latch to keep her belongings secure. She closes her eyes and takes a breath, deciding that it doesn’t matter if the tooth fairy was real or some made up thing. Her fingers slide over the surface while she keeps her eyes closed, letting images of the carvings take shape in her mind. Flowers, a unicorn, horseshoes, a clover. A leprechaun sneaks into the mental image as her eyes open, and she stands with a genuine smile.

In no time at all, the calendar has shed more months. Summer’s namesake has rolled around, driving the temperature up and bringing her birthday. She’s seven, standing over her cake and blowing out the candles while family and friends finish their birthday tune. The presents have been opened, plenty of fun already had in the family pool, and now they all watch as six of the seven candles lose their flames.

“Ohh, one boyfriend!” her father says with a smirk. He gives her a playful pat on the back before wrapping her in a hug, and she dutifully blows out the remaining candle.

She pulled the candles out of the cake while her mother slid a knife through the frosted delight. Her mother held her loose dress back, careful not to let it rub into the frosting, and she kissed her daughter on the head when Summer noticed the growing roundness in her belly. It was just two months ago that her parents had taken her aside to explain about the birds and the bees, a conversation which contained neither birds, nor bees. Yuck. But, she was still excited to learn that their family would be growing. A month after that, she was told of their ultrasound, where her parents learned their family would be growing a little more than expected. They eased her in, gingerly explaining she’d be the big sister to a baby boy and girl sometime around Christmas.

Summer made sure everyone had a piece of cake and scoop of strawberry ice cream before digging into her own, and she smiled around the first bite when she noticed her best friend had done the same. Acalicia had just gotten back from a family trip to Bolivia. They were worried she wouldn’t make it back in time, and her parents had offered to have a smaller party for just the two of them. The two girls were delighted when everything worked out.

Acalicia was wearing a two-piece swimsuit, with the same swirling blue and green pattern as Summer’s. The two girls often made sure to match, and liked to pretend that they were sisters. They were midway through the cake while sitting on the same chair when Summer asked a question.

“Do you believe in the tooth fairy?” she asked around some ice cream on her tongue.

The other girl pushed her own spoonful of strawberry goodness into her mouth before answering. After a moment, she nodded with a quick shrug.

“Yeah, I guess so,” the girl answered after swallowing her ice cream.

“Well,” Summer said, her voice lowering into a conspiratorial whisper. She leaned closer to her friend, “I’ve got a test. My parents don’t know, but I lost a tooth today.”

Acalicia nearly lept off the seat, but Summer hushed her. She held a finger to her lips as a silent signal to her friend, and Acalicia struggled to contain herself. When it was clear that her friend wasn’t going to spill the beans, Summer continued.

“A few months ago, it seemed like my parents were tricking me. Making the whole thing up. I just can’t think of why. It’s weird to make up a fairy who takes teeth, right?”

“You think your mom and dad…?” her friend started, glancing at the adults with an inquisitive look. She couldn’t find the words to express her thoughts on the matter, and simply let the incomplete question linger.

“I don’t know. If you get visited by the tooth fairy, and everyone else does too…” Her mind was spinning as she tried to voice it. This concern she’d had, one she refused to bring up to anyone else, it was all so bizarre. “Either everyone’s parents are in on it, or the tooth fairy is a real thing.”

And Santa, and all the other potentially made up characters they’d been led to believe exist. She didn’t want to continue along that thought aloud, but ever since not getting what she desperately desired last time, recognizing her father’s hand writing, and really thinking about it… she worried her hunch might be true. A simple test would be all that was needed to confirm one way or another, and today had presented a perfect opportunity.

“Lemme know what you find,” Acalicia said, bumping her shoulder into Summer’s.

“Yep,” Summer replied, bumping her shoulder back against her friend.

After the party, with her friends going their separate ways with their parents, her mother called her into the living room. The TV was on, and her mother had an excited look on her face. Summer looked at what was on the screen, a smile spreading across her own face when she saw what was ready to play. “TITANIC,” in big, bold letters stretched across the screen, with a massive cruiseliner below. She had asked if she could watch it, and her parents always told her she was too young. Now, it seemed, they considered her old enough to enjoy the movie her mother always claimed to be “her favorite.”

That night, after watching the Titanic and with the image of something specific in her mind, she knew just what to ask for. Her heart desired the dazzlingly beautiful Heart of the Ocean, that magnificent blue diamond carved into a heart and outlined with a string of glittering diamonds. It didn’t really matter if the jewel was on a necklace or not, but she really wanted the storied artifact. She tucked her tooth under her pillow once her parents had left her alone, and imagined finding what she craved in its place the next morning. Excitement coursed through her as she tried to fall asleep, and it was well past bedtime when she finally slipped off.

The ship rocked in the rough seas, but she wasn’t scared. Other passengers stumbled about on their way to their own rooms, and every so often she heard someone scream, but there was no fear in her heart. Only excitement as she ran down the narrow hallway, making well dressed people press against the walls as she hurried by. The floor under her feet lurched up and down, and she took the opportunities to soar through the air with giddy jumps. As she continued to run, she found a growing group following her. They were all running and jumping, laughing as they went.

She was too distracted in all the fun to notice. Sure, she saw the colorful dresses and tuxedos of those following her, but how could she be expected to recognize the intricate designs? There was far too much going on to realize how similar they were in color and pattern to the butterfly wings of a forgotten dream. Even so, the young girl hardly paid enough attention to see just how different the clothing was from everyone else. Or, how peculiar the faces were of the people running and leaping after her.

In any case, Summer woke with a smile. The dream slipped from her mind like water through a net, with individual droplets holding on just long enough for her to appreciate before they fell back into the endless ocean of wonder. Small fragments remained, and she wondered if she really could run and leap as she had on a rocky ship? With the fog of rest lifting from her mind, she remembered the secret tooth and sat up on her bed. She took a deep breath to steel herself, prepared for disappointment, and cautiously lifted her pillow.

A dollar coin rested atop another glittered note. The writing was different than before, but had curves and swirls similar to her mother’s. She was briefly upset to have her suspicions confirmed, but something else nagged at her. Sure, her parents had lied about the tooth fairy and there was no spectacular gemstone waiting for her. But, this just shows how attentive her parents are. How dedicated they are to keeping the magic of her childhood alive. Tears brim in her eyes and make it difficult to read the little note, so she rolls out of bed and stashes it away in her keepsake box.

Hushed whispers cease when she comes down the stairs. Her parents both look like they’re hiding something, but she already knows. Summer rushes over and wraps her arms around her mother, hugging her tight with her ear resting over her baby brother and sister. She feels her mother’s hand on her back, and another settling on her head as they embrace. The feeling of soothing fingers drifting through her hair and scratching her scalp brings a smile to her face, and she doesn’t care about the tooth fairy or any of it anymore. Knowing how much her parents care is all she needs in the world, more than any priceless gem or magical creature.

The hushed, urgent conversation, as unnoticed by Summer as the cloth her father stashes in his pocket, was everything she'd set to disprove. Mr. Tyme adjusted a little as his daughter hugged him, trying to keep the sizable gem from her attention while rubbing a hand down her back. He looked over her head, kissing her soft hair as he made eye contact with his wife.

Certainly, neither of them had gone out and gotten the weighty thing now concealed in his pocket. How had it gotten there? With the economy in a downward tumble, they couldn't even hope to afford what they both thought it was, let alone give it to a child. After work that night, another dismally productive day as an investment broker, he went to a jeweler.

The jeweler was a longtime friend, someone from whom he'd bought many shining, sparkling items up until recently. She was speechless to be presented with the grapefruit sized sapphire, glinting in the overhead light as Mr. Tyme held it with the white cloth wrapping draped over his palm. It was oval in shape, perfectly rounded, and spectacularly polished. There didn't look to be any flaws or markings of any kind as she examined the stone with every tool she had available, and her heart raced as the blue specimen dazzled her eyes. When the jeweler reported her findings, Mr. Tyme was beside himself.

“If it was in my store, or listed online…” she said, handing it back with a wide smile, “...I could see it going for well over $80,000. Easy.”

Mr. Tyme felt his knees go weak, his eyes widening at the woman. He carefully wrapped the cloth back over the gem, mind swarming with thoughts about the stone.

“You're… you're sure?” he asked with a shaky voice.

“Absolutely,” the jeweler replied. “And that's a conservative estimate. Find the right collector, and it would be six digits.”

“I… wow…” It was like all the breath had been knocked out of him. The big chance he'd been needing to rebuild his diminished portfolio, save the house, his job, everything! It was all right here, wrapped clumsily in his hands. But… could he do that? Whatever… magic, if there was such a thing, that had delivered this, it was sent to his daughter. By right, it was technically hers, and he didn't fancy himself a thief.

Times were tough, they had been before. With every likelihood, they would be again. Even with two more on the way, he didn't feel right selling the gem his daughter had mysteriously acquired. Still, they couldn't just let her have such a valuable thing. At work the next day, in the midst of helping some of his remaining high profile clients sell off, he made arrangements to set his daughter up with a safety deposit box at the bank. That was where such an object should be held, and he established other assets in her name in the hopes she would be less upset when she found out about his deception.

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The Seamstress & The Sailor

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Warnings: Little bit of language.

Word Count: 1.8K

Note: This is really just to introduce the characters and the tone of the piece. I hope you like this little group as much as I do!

May, 1939

“Will you three get out of the way?” Cora Vaughn nudged her youngest sister, Dot, with her shoe as the cake in her hands slid on its plate. Dot was the first to jump up from the doorstep. Giggling, she grabbed the hands of Lois Bennett and hauled her to her feet. She, in turn, took the cake from Cora’s hands and went to place it on the table assembled in the street. Bunting was strung from a few of the lampposts, and newly laundered white tablecloths fluttered a little in the spring breeze. A few of the neighbours’ children ran by, chasing a leather football down the cobbles. The last to move was the middle of the Vaughn girls. Cigarette between her lips, she leant against the door frame, staring steely eyed across the street. Suddenly, she ran forward.

“Careful!”

The old piano her father and Douglas Bennet were wheeling through the front door teetered. Just as her hands found the piano, another pair did the same. She looked up to see grey eyes twinkling back at her.

“Alright, Bess?”

Tom Bennett braced the piano against his shoulder.

“Alright, Tom.”

“You finished the dress then,” he nodded to her.

“Yeah, though I’m not sure on the red. Think it clashes with my hair.”

“I like it, nice to see you wearing dresses outside the dance hall,” he teased.

“Can you two stop your whispering and help?” Fergal Vaughn was going red in the face. Douglas Bennett looked ready to faint. Together the four of them manoeuvred the old upright through the door, and no sooner had it come to rest was Tom jogging to play football with the little ones. After inspecting the strings, Bess joined Cora and Lois once more on the doorstep of the Bennett’s home. Dot was bouncing around in front of them, her freshly curled hair shining in the sun.

“Yes, Dot, we know you’ve got tongs.” Cora said, clicking her teeth.

“Well it’s better than sleeping in rollers every night.” Dot retorted.

“I’d rather sleep in rollers than get up at the crack of dawn to curl my hair.”

“What time is Albie gonna be here?” Lois asked Bess, keen to stop the burgeoning argument.

“In a few minutes, I should say. Queenie Warren’s taken him for a walk around the houses.” Bess replied, watching Tom pick up one of the little boys to stop him reaching the ball. She smiled.

“Not the first time Queenie Warren’s been round the houses!” Dot laughed. Cora smacked her arm with a shush.

“Shit.” Bess threw her cigarette to the curb and ran to the piano. She played the first few chords of Happy Birthday, and the street stilled their activities to join in the song. Albie Vaughn rounded the corner, an overdressed young woman hanging off his arm. He beamed at the sight of them; his family and neighbours assembled around the table as they sang to him, and laughed brightly when Bess began a chorus of For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow. Dot swung her arm around her brother��s neck, causing Queenie Warren to stumble out of the way. Cora placed a hand on her back apologetically before kissing her brother’s cheek. Fergal hugged his son, while Douglas shook his hand and Tom clapped him on the back. Bess was the last to greet her younger brother, kissing his hand and smiling.

“My boy is twenty-one!” Fergal shouted proudly to the street. A cheer rang through the afternoon air and people settled at the table, tucking into the sandwiches and cakes that the Vaughn girls had prepared with Lois’ help. Bess lit another cigarette and resumed her place at the piano. Occasionally, while her fingers worked through ragtime and foxtrot, she glanced over the party.

Cora and Lois were laughing together about something, and it joyed Bess to see them leave their worries behind for a few hours. They had both given so much to look after their families. Fergal and Douglas, too, were laughing. A bottle of beer in each hand, their eyes crinkled in the corners as Fergal gesticulated wildly while telling some story about his life back in Cork. Albie and Dot were walking around, chatting to party guests. At the table, Queenie Warren was applying more lipstick. She leaned towards Tom and looked up at him through her lashes. To Bess’ great delight he ignored her, and instead stood to fill a plate with more food. Bess snorted. Greedy guts. She focussed her attention back on the piano, before something was placed atop it. She looked up.

Tom was leaning on the upright, eyes towards the party. When Bess didn’t speak, he looked round.

“I think we can manage without a few songs while you eat your lunch.” The plate he had placed on the piano was piled with sandwiches and a slice of Albie’s birthday cake. Bess reached for out for a sandwich and popped it in her mouth.

“Thanks,” she said through her mouthful. Tom simply smirked and sauntered back to his seat.

The afternoon carried on with much merriment. One of the old Irish dears from down the road brought out a wireless and a bottle of sherry to share with the Vaughn girls. Despite the warmth of the day, and the sherry, a chill descended with the start of the evening. Albie and Tom were sent to the pub while the girls packed away the party. They sniggered as Queenie Warren struggled to keep up with them in her heels.

By nine o’clock that evening, the Vaughns and the Bennetts were sat around the fire in the former’s kitchen. Albie had stumbled home not half an hour before and was currently asleep in the rocking chair by the hearth. Cora, Bess and Lois were washing up, while Dot looked through one of Bess’ fashion magazines. Tom was still at the pub. From the kitchen table, Fergal and Douglas watched their daughters.

Fergal was so reminded of his late wife each time he looked at his girls. Their dark, copper hair looked aflame in the firelight, and with each glimmer of their eye and hush of their voice he felt as though she were back there with them. Cora and her gentleness, Bess’ steely confidence, Dot with her joy. Thank God for his girls. He turned to Albie and pride swelled in his chest. With his dark curls and eyes, he was the image of his father. But just like his daughters, he too took after their mother.

“Twenty-one,” he said softly, causing Douglas to look up. “And Dot not long off eighteen.”

“Never thought I’d have a family after the war, let alone see them grown,” Douglas said.

“We were the lucky ones.” Fergal said sadly. They both drank to that and fell silent. After a moment, Fergal spoke again. “It does worry me, him being twenty-one.” He gestured to Albie, now snoring gently. “You know, with all this stuff going on in Poland. Sounds just like it was before.”

Douglas merely hummed. Fergal knew he was thinking of Tom.

“You want me to help you get him to bed?” Douglas asked.

“No, me and the girls will manage.” Bess turned and rolled her eyes good naturedly.

By the time the Bennetts had said their goodbyes, and the Vaughns had collectively hauled Albie to bed, it was half past ten. Bess always liked this time of day. She loved her family, adored them, but living in a tiny house with five people left her craving solitude. She was just settling in the rocking chair with a small glass of whiskey when the door to the yard clicked open. Hair ruffled, hands in his pockets, gentle smile directed at Bess was Tom Bennett.

“Wrong house.”

He tutted. “I know,” he drew out the last word teasingly. Bess looked him over.

“Where’s Queenie?”

“How should I know?”

Bess shrugged. “She seemed pretty keen on you,”

“She’s keen on anything with a pulse,”

“You’re well suited then.” Bess slouched in the rocking chair and rested her head against its back. She heard Tom sit at the piano stool and pick a few notes at random to play. “Well, where were you?”

“Who put the pennies in you?” Tom laughed. Bess raised her eyebrows at him in question and he sighed. “Met a man down the pub who said he could get me some car parts.” Tom was used to her silence and accustomed to reading her mind. “For me to flog.”

Bess’ eyes never left his as she took a sip of her whiskey. Tom huffed. He knew she didn’t approve, but sometimes he wished she’d tell him this. Just behave like a normal girl and speak, rather than communicate with him telepathically. He didn’t realise how long their silence had lasted until Bess spoke again.

“Are you ok?”

He considered her before speaking. Tom often found himself at the Vaughn’s late in the evening with just Bess for company while the others slept. He found her quiet confidence calming. Tom imagined Lois and Cora knew that he snuck out to talk to her, but they never said anything. Tonight, though, he wasn’t sure why he was here and so simply nodded.

Bess stood and made her way to the piano and lightly played a melody. Tom copied. She did another four bars, and once again Tom followed. When she nudged his shoulder he looked up to find her warm smile.

“I think you’re the only person who understands me sometimes Bess,”

“Get yourself off to bed. Night Tom,” she rubbed his shoulder and made her way up the stairs. He watched her go, grabbed his jacket from the table and left through the front door, tucking his spare key into his trousers. Just as he went to open the door to his own home across the street, he heard the clicking of shoes on the cobbles.

“Here,” Bess thrust something into his hands as he turned around. “We’ve got plenty. Too much. Goodnight.”

Tom opened the tissue paper and found a few slices of Albie’s birthday cake. He watched Bess disappear back into their house. She didn’t look back.

Note: Things will start to pick up in the next few chapters, I promise! Expect unlikely friendships, angst, gossip, letters, maybe a little sauciness…

The Vaughn girls ages are 24 (Cora), 22 (Bess) and 17 (Dot). I’ve put Lois at the same age as Cora, and Tom at the same age as Bess.

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years ago

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I just love women in suits or in uniform, so can you write BoB with women in suits with the boys just admiring? Can you do Malarkey, Hoobler and Luz? I saw you writing for Shifty and Bull, but their not on the character list. Can I ask for them, too? Sorry if this is too vague.

A/N: OH THIS WAS THE REQUEST. OKAY YEAH NOW I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WANTED. Also as a fellow woman in suit, this was quite self indulgent. enjoy darling <3

DON MALARKEY

Malarkey would shortcircuit at the mere sight of women in suits. Yes, I will die on this hill.

It all started when he saw Marlene Dietrich in Morocco.

That woman in that tuxedo awakened something in him and it has yet to die down.

Wide eyes at any woman in pants and a tie.

Once he overheard Guarnere commenting on how gals should only wear dresses and skirts and he went out of his way to defend women in suits.

He was a bit too enthusiastic. Now he gets teased every time E Company comes across a woman in a suit.

But they don't understandddd, it's not just the suit, it's the womannnn, it's the power they radiate just by walking.

Bonus points if they wear heels. Malarkey definitely gives off "step on me" vibes.

He desperately wants to date one but whenever he has the opportunity to ask one out in, let's say, a pub, he can't.

Like he PHYSICALLY can't. That sweet, bright charm of his evaporates and he's left being a shy, babbling mess.

When he finally lands one, it's because SHE made the first move. And the second. And the third.

The boys assume Don's pride must be a little wounded but I'm telling you, he couldn't care less, he's over the moon with the whole situation.

DONALD HOOBLER

100% watched Morocco with Malark to understand what the fuck was up with Marlene Dietrich and went down the Amy Jolly rabbit hole.

Like, you don't understand, he got himself a picture of her and carries it around at all times.

Now god forbid Hoobler sees a pretty woman dressed in a manly suit.

He's so sheepish about it good lord.

Toothy grin. Instantly smitten. What's eye contact, he don't know her.

Will try to impress her. Poorly.

Will also not succeed because have you seen the kind of women who wear suits? Yes you have, and you know Hoob is gonna have to try little bit harder.

He's definitely intimidated by them, and that makes them even more attractive, I don't know how to make this one make sense so bear with me.

GEORGE LUZ

He beats around the bush a lot when talking to them but he's relentless. If he wants a date, he'll get a date okay?

He just needs a little push.

Luz was the one making fun of Malarkey becoming unable to function at the sight of women in suit. He started the joke.

Shocker huh. Obviously no, but you know what comes as a shock for him? How hot women in suits are.

Particularly that one Intelligence Officer working with Nixon who often comes and deliver documents to whoever is Easy's Commanding Officer.

She's stunning in her uniform right? Right. Well actually we don't know if she's stunning or if Luz is just utterly smitten by a goddamn C.O.

It's probably the latter but THAT DOESN'T MATTER.

What matters here is that epiphany George has when she comes rushing from Colonel Sink's office without having time to change into her uniform because she was on leave.

She's wearing a beautiful plaid blue three piece —I'm talking trousers, blazer, vest, tie, the whole shebang— and George suddenly understands Malark.

He groans and pretends to melt into the chair he's sitting in. Muck and Penkala find this very fucking amusing.

He's so dramatic about it, like, he wants you to know he is a d m i r i n g you. What he doesn't want to do is tell you.

Luz is the one who gives himself away to Don and I will stand by that.

SHIFTY POWERS

Unlike Malarkey, though, George definitely tries to hit on this one Lieutenant while they're off duty in England, which earns him some serious scolding from Winters and maybe —just maybe— a date from the C.O. he just flirted with.

Cheeky bastard.

He definitely defended Malarkey's interest in suited up women at some point.

Most assumed it was just out of courtesy because this man is a literal angel and everyone was going hard on Malark for absolutely no reason.

Truth is, he sees the appeal.

Yeah he very much sees the appeal.

BULL RANDLEMAN

Very quiet about his admiration so he goes unnoticed but uhhh definitely just as down for it as Don.

Some would underestimate his ability to sweettalk anyone into anything, by the way.

Forget Luz's obnoxiousness, Shifty gives out the most polite, subtle compliments to these women.

What a gentleman.

He probably would ask out a beautiful girl in a suit to everyone's surprise.

To some of them, an affirmative response from the woman would also come as a surprise.

Not for McClung though, he knew Shifty would get her duhhh.

Bull gives Hoob and Malark shit for drooling over Miss Tuxedo but high-key admires the women who wear them.

I don't know if he'd be attracted to them but he definitely thinks they're functional and badass, which he loves.

Specially if they smoke.

Actually, I feel like he would find this very sexy oop-

He would so have a "go girl" attitude whenever they would pass strutting by.

Honestly, I don't think he'd have much of an opinion on this, I firmly believe Bull loves functionality and tradition for him, and a suited up woman isn't very traditional :/.

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saturnandhope · 3 years ago

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Just an Innocent Truth or Dare

SUMMARY: A tipsy game of truth or dare with your fellow executives gives you and Rindou the push you need to take the next step in becoming more than colleagues.

Warnings: alcohol, kissing, sexual themes, unprotected sex, everyone’s tipsy, truth or dare game night

Pairing: Rindou x Afab!Reader WC: 4.2k

“That drink should be illegal!” Ran shudders, hastily taking sips of a glass of water, “How on Earth did you come up with that? OJ, coffee, and tabasco, really?!?”

You all laugh at Ran’s reaction, and Haruchiyo speaks up to explain the disgusting beverage’s origin, “You didn’t know? This is Takeomi’s ‘usual’! He loves this thing!”

You giggle, the effects of four drinks putting you in quite the jolly mood, “Takeomi is extremely odd, but that cocktail seems like a bit of a stretch, even for him!”

“Alright, alright!” Rindou exclaims, “Let’s keep this game moving. It’s past midnight! I’m starting to fall asleep over here! Ran-nii, you’re up since you just got dared.”

Ran spins the empty bottle of Coops. It ends up pointing towards you, and the executives become anxious to hear whether you will choose to take a truth or a dare from Ran.

“Well, Y/N, what will it be?”

You bite your lip a little as you consider your options. You are sure that Ran will come up with something weird no matter which option you choose, so it really doesn’t matter either way. Besides, how bad can it really be? Surely not as terrible as drinking something as disgusting as what Ran just have.

“Hurry up, Y/N!” Rindou pushes impatiently.

“Dare!” You say exasperatedly, “I will take my chances with a dare, despite how foolish that may be.”

Ran chuckles mischievously and begins to rub his hands together as if he’s plotting some sort of evil scheme, “Ohhh this is gonna be good! I have a feeling you’ll be thanking me for this one, Y/N!”

You roll your eyes and sigh, “What is it that I shall be dared to do?”

Ran looks around to his three colleagues, studying each of them before finally setting his eyes on his brother. Then back to you. And then once more back to Rindou. He smirks devilishly, “Y/N, I dare you to sit on Rindou’s lap for the remainder of this game.”

A moment of silence falls upon your group as each of them takes in Ran’s dare request. Rindou’s face flushes beet red, and not just from all of the beers he had drank. His eyes darts quickly over to look at you to gauge your reaction, finding you stone-faced.

“Y/N, you don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, I mean, if it makes you uncomfortable and you don’t —well, what I’m trying to say is–”

Rindou’s babbling ends abruptly when you scoot over in the booth and maneuver yourself onto his lap without a word. He is completely stunned at your lack of pushback to the dare, and Haruchiyo and Ran seems pretty surprised as well. The silence continues for a moment longer before you break it.

“Oh come on! I’m just sitting! It’s truly not that big of a deal. You’ve no objections to my new seating arrangement do you, Rin?”

Rindou quickly shakes his head no, and you adjust yourself slightly before turning back to Ran and Haruchiyo, “Well, I suppose it’s my turn to spin now, correct?”

The bottle lands on Haruchiyo, and upon picking ‘truth’, he’s been forced to tell the group about his audition for a ballet production that he had participated in back in highschool. While you and Ran laugh and enjoy the story, Rindou has almost zoned out completely. How could he possibly be expected to concentrate on anything other than the fact that your back is mere inches from his chest while your bottom is flush against a very sensitive area. He has certainly never expected to find himself in such a position that evening, but you are just acting as if you are sitting in the study reading over a newspaper. You are conversing with Ran and Haruchiyo as casually as ever. If only you know the thoughts that your position are causing him to have—

Eventually though, his heart rate slows. The game continues on, and so did the steady flow of drinks. Rindou has dared Ran to impersonate the character Stitch from a beloved Hawaiian-based Disney movie. By all accounts he is absolutely killing the impression, and the four of you are laughing uncontrollably at his antics. you giggle adorably, turning your head back briefly to look at Rindou.

He thinks you have never looked more beautiful. You are completely carefree at that moment, beaming widely at him as you laugh. Your cheeks are rosy from the mai tai’s you have been enjoying, and time seems to slow down while you look at him. When Ran begins his next impression of Stitch, which includes getting up from the table and proceeding to crawl and prance around the deserted bar while letting out little screeches, you completely lost it.

You double over in laughter, nearly throwing yourself off of his lap completely. Rindou’s hands move with lightning fast speed and firmly grasp your hips to recenter you on his lap. Your own hands grab onto his arms to steady yourself, the booze and the quick almost-fall making you dizzy.

“Are you ok?” He asks softly, “That would have been a nasty tumble.”

“I am,” you smile, “Thank you for catching me. I must say, I am getting a bit tired though. Just a couple more rounds, boys!” You call to Ran and Haruchiyo, reining them in so they would come back to sit down at the table.

You readjust yourself yet again, leaning back against him a little now. All of your wriggling in his lap is starting to take its toll on Rindou. With each tiny movement of your butt rubbing against him he can feel himself getting harder and harder, even with his frantic brain signals that were screaming at his cock to behave.

You turn in his lap so that both of your legs are one side of him, wrapping one of your arms around his shoulders as you let out a giant yawn. You continue to move a little in his lap, attempting to get comfortable. Rindou just couldn’t take anymore, “Y/N!” He whispers fiercely, “Please stop moving! I won’t be able to help a certain reaction if you keep wiggling around!”

You regard him for a moment with a look of slight confusion, the buzz running through your body making it a bit challenging to think through what he means, “What do you mean, Rindou?”

He meets your gaze briefly before looking pointedly down at his crotch, and you are finally able to get the message. “Ohhh! I’m sorry, Rindou!” You giggle, blushing a bit, “I’ll try my best to keep still then. Would you like me to sit back in my own seat?”

“No!” He says all too quickly, “I mean, unless you want to of course. I’m fine with you staying where you are though.”

You smirk, a small glint of mischief in your eyes now, “Well, I’m fine with staying right here. It’s rather firm, but it’s quite comfortable.”

Once Ran and Haruchiyo sit down again, the game continues on. Somehow, Haruchiyo and you end up singing “I Will Survive” together in some sort of ‘joint dare’ (that’s what Ran had referred to it as). You really got into the impromptu karaoke, practically dancing as you sit. Rindou is powerless to the effects your movements were having on him now, and there is no way that you can’t feel his growing erection. In fact, it is almost as if you are trying to move yourself more flush against it.

His suspicions are confirmed when you throw a suggestive glance back his way. What a temptress, he thinks, two can play at this game. Rindou slowly moves one of his hands that has been on the table to rest casually on your thigh. He is thankful it is partially bare thanks to your flowy dress shorts; touching you feels absolutely electric. He notice you shiver a little at the contact, but you don’t look at him or acknowledge the move in any way, continuing to talk with Ran and Haruchiyo without missing a beat. They take a break from the ‘truths and dares’ for a moment to discuss Mikey’s impending return, and Haruchiyo’s excitement that their boss would be back on the headquarters in a week’s time.

You turn yourself to face forward once more so that you can better see the others for the conversation, but Rindou keeps his hand on your thigh. In fact, after using his right hand to take a swig of beer, he places it on your other thigh, stroking your soft skin lightly. You shiver again, clearly a bit excited now that both of his hands are on you. In response, you make a small circle with your hips disguised as a readjustment, and Rindou has to bite back a groan as your movements makes his cock twitch.

He grabs your thighs harder, digging his fingers into your smooth flesh to try to get you to stop moving before he embarrass himself in front of his friends. Ran spins the bottle in the middle of the table once more, and it lands on Rindou, and consequently, you.

Ran snickers, “I guess this could go to either of you, but I'm going to give it to my brother since he's had the least amount of turns, well, which one will it be, Rin?”

Rindou groans, knowing there is no right answer here, “Umm—truth I guess?”

“Alrighty then, who was the last person you had a wet dream about?”

Rindou is caught so off guard by Ran’s question that he spit out the beer that he’s been drinking, spewing it all over the table, even getting a bit on Ran and Haruchiyo. They cringe and yell in disgust, quickly drying themselves with napkins.

“Geez, man!” Haruchiyo exclaims, “It must be somebody crazy if you have that kind of reaction to a simple question!”

“It’s not simple!” Rindou complains, “It’s super personal! And private!”

“The entire purpose of this game is to make people have to reveal ‘personal and private’ stuff. You know that!” Adds Ran.

“Hey, playing this wasn’t my idea. I can’t answer that guys, I just can’t.”

The reason being because the person he had been having frequent wet dreams about also happened to be the woman who had been teasing him on his lap for the better part of the evening. Revealing you as the star of his erotic fantasies would be incredibly humiliating, he simply couldn’t do it.

A somewhat awkward silence falls over the group, no one really knowing what to say next. Finally, Ran speaks up, “Well you know what this means, don’t you? You’re gonna have to take the dare. It’ll be a good one—we’ll make it the final one of the night.”

“Whatever,” Rindou scoffs, realizing he has begun rubbing circles into the tops of your thighs with his thumbs, “What crazy thing are you guys gonna make me do now?”

Ran grins widely, looking back and forth between Rindou and you almost as if he knows something about the two of you, “It’s something that I think everyone’s been waiting for, something that you’ll both enjoy—Rindou, I dare you to kiss Y/N. And it has to be a real kiss! not just a peck on the cheek!”

Rindou gasps sharply, his heart beginning to pound in his chest. How could he be expected to just kiss you on the spot like that? surely you would never allow it. Although, he couldn’t be certain of that given how you had been behaving whilst sitting on him.

He looks quickly from Ran to you, who had once again, shift yourself so that you are turned to face him. You have the faintest of smiles on your lips, and you don’t seem nervous about the prospect of being kissed by him. He isn’t sure if the alcohol had lowered your inhibitions, or if you are just feeling particularly confident, but you almost look as though you are waiting for him to kiss you.

You lock eyes, and everything else seems to melt away. Your fellow executives aren’t sitting there watching, and there is no silly truth or dare game either. Time seems to slow down, and before Rindou can register what is happening, you are both leaning in. Your eyes droop closed, lips part ever so slightly, Rindou’s hands come up to cradle your face.

You are kissing. Intense, dizzying, kisses that fully consume your hearts and minds. All of the feelings you have been holding in for each other has erupted, creating the most romantic experience of Rindou’s life to date. He feels your tongue slip into his mouth, and he can’t help the moan that escapes him when he tastes how sweet you are. Between the kissing and the fact that you are still on his lap, Rindou has gotten rock hard. There is no denying it now. In his lust-filled mind he just want to find a way to have you as quickly as possible, he needs you.

Your kisses deepened further, not stopping at all when Haruchiyo has tried to call out to you both that they have completed the dare or when Ran said that things are starting to get a bit too exciting between the you both. You and Rindou are deaf to their words, hands exploring and feeling as much bare skin as they could find. You begin grinding on him again, and is rewarded by a hard thrust against your core.

Ran and Haruchiyo stand up. It is clear that they aren’t going to get through to the two of you anytime soon.

“Um, ok, well if you guys could please lock up when you leave that would be great and please don’t have sex in the middle of the bar ok thanks bye !”

The two men make a beeline for the door, running out of the bar as fast as they can. You and Rindou continue to kiss for what seems like hours, only pulling away reluctantly when the need for air becomes paramount.

You both look across the table to where your colleagues have been seated, realizing that the bar is now vacant except for the two of you. You both look back at each other and burst out laughing, in a state of almost disbelief at the fact that your kisses have caused your friends to just leave. You each blush a little, momentarily embarrassed at what have been quite an intense PDA session. You will likely never hear the end of it.

“Well,” you laugh quietly, “That was certainly something.”

“It was,” Rindou replies breathlessly, cupping your ass cheeks firmly with both hands, “I want more of you.”

“And you may have more,” you reply with a coy smile, “But, I do believe Ran said something about not having sex in the middle of the bar, and we should honor his wishes. Would you be interested in coming back to the my apartment?”

“Mhmm,” Rindou hums with excitement, pulling you back down for another kiss, “That sounds really exciting, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for the opportunity to have some sexy time with you.”

You reluctantly remove yourself from his lap and stand up, holding out a hand for him to take, “Come on, lover boy, the faster we get home the faster we can hop into bed!”

He quickly take your hand and begin pulling you towards the door, “I may not be able to wait until then,” he whispers, “I may have to have you in the car!”

You laugh again, “Absolutely not!”

The ride back to your apartment seems to take much longer than usual, despite the fact that it is the middle of the night, and there are almost no other vehicles on the road at all. By the time the car has let you out in the driveway, Rindou’s hand was only inches from your center.

Your inability to be all over each other in the car has upped the tension between you two even further, and eventually after leaving the car, your lips are fused together once again. It is incredibly messy and surprisingly difficult to make out with someone while also trying to enter and navigate through a home, even if you are familiar with its layout. Tongues and teeth clash as hands pull and tug at various items of clothing. You practically cheer with victory when you succeed in divesting Rindou of his button-down shirt. Finally being able to run your hands over his bare skin is heavenly. He is extremely warm to the touch, likely a combination of the alcohol he has been drinking as well as being in a state of arousal for a couple of hours. You break your passionate liplock to begin placing wet, open-mouthed kisses all over his chest. Rindou groans in appreciation, loving the feeling of your mouth practically worshiping his chest.

In order to keep things moving, he task his hands with getting you out of your flowy little shorts that had been tempting him all night. As you continue to kiss his pecs, he hook a couple of fingers into the stretchy waistband and pull both the shorts and your underwear down your legs. You kick them into the hall carelessly along with your sandals, and quickly begin to survey the living area for a suitable location to have sex. Making it upstairs to your room right now is simply be too much of a chore.

Spotting a rather cozy armchair that you often used for reading, you begin to push Rindou towards it, your fingers working at his belt to get it unfastened before tugging his shorts and boxers off. Before you know it, you are both naked, and you give him a light shove to push him to sit down in the chair. You remain standing in front of him, giving him a minute to take in the view before you climb onto his lap and straddle him.

“Oh my God, Y/N!” Rindou cries as your soaked folds came into direct contact with his throbbing erection. It was clear to you both that the entire evening leading up to that moment had essentially been a foreplay of its own, and you are both aching to be joined. You have a determined look on your face as you begin to grind against him again, and he is all too happy to let you take charge of things. You throw your head back in pleasure as you continue to drag your clit up and down the length of his shaft, your nails digging into his shoulders as you attempt to brace yourself. Rindou’s hands rest firmly on your hips to guide your movements but allow you to keep the pace you want.

On the next pass over him, you have become so slick that he slides inside of you with ease. It takes you both by surprise, but it feels absolutely incredible. You sink down onto him until his entire member is buried as far as it could go. He squeeze your hips, pleading with you to begin to move.

“I want you to ride me as hard and as fast as you can… please… "

You look him straight in the eyes and does as he asks, picking up the pace quickly, “I’ve wanted this all evening, from the moment I sat in your lap during that stupid game!” You move faster, essentially bouncing up and down on him now. You could no longer keep your eyes open. The pleasure has become too much, and the feeling of Rindou’s hands moving to twist and tug at your breasts cause you to moan loudly. You are certainly thankful that you have the place to yourselves.

“I’ve wanted this for months,” Rindou manages through gritted teeth, “I’ve been dreaming of having you nonstop. I’ve barely been able to concentrate on anything else.”

You giggle a little, circling your hips around him now, “So that’s why you couldn’t answer Ran’s question! It would be rather awkward to admit to them that you’ve been dreaming about having your way with me!”

Rindou smirks and give your rear a little smack at your comment, “For the record, this is better than any dream I’ve ever had— I don’t think I can last much longer.”

“Go on then,” you encourage, wrapping your arms around his shoulders tightly, leaning flush against him as you continue to move quickly, “I promise, I’m right there. Let go and I’ll follow.”

Your words are an extra jolt of pleasure straight to his cock, and both of his hands firmly grasp your butt so he can pull you down onto him while he drive up into you quickly. The sounds of your skin slapping together create an erotic chorus when mixed with your collective sounds of pleasure, taking you each higher and higher. Rindou sucks on a little spot beneath your ear harshly, almost biting it. The little bit of pain is all it took to push you both over the edge. Your orgasm crash down upon you as you feel Rindou emptying himself inside of you, and you keep moving together for several moments, only stopping when he starts to become soft within you.

You sir in the chair for a few minutes more, just panting and trying to catch breath. You are sweating a bit, both from the muggy air and your passionate lovemaking. Eventually, Rindou scoops you up into his arms, walking you back to where he knows your room is and carrying you into the bathroom. He sets you down gently before getting the water running, making sure it is the perfect temperature before taking your hand and pulling you into the stream of water.

The shower is extremely intimate, yet not sexual. You kiss deeply as the water cascades over your overheated bodies. The slightly cool water was most welcome. You have then taken turns washing each other’s bodies and hair, laying gentle kisses over the areas that has been rinsed clean.

“This is bliss,” you have mumbled as Rindou massages coconut shampoo into your hair, “I love this so much…love you…”

He has responded by kissing you soundly, whispering his own words of affection in between.

Now, you find yourselves naked in your bed, clean and still a bit damp from the shower, yet entirely pleased and content. You quickly extinguished the lamp on your bedside table before laying back beside Rindou. He pulls you back to his chest and wraps his arm around your waist, bringing it up to gently cup one of your breasts, “Do you mind if I rest my hand here? It’s just, comforting.”

You smile, “Go ahead, darling. It feels nice—I feel so safe with you.”

Rindou kisses the side of your neck tenderly, burrowing his face into your freshly washed locks. Having your soft body in his arms makes him drunk with desire yet again. He is still in awe that he is allowed to touch you like this, to hold you as close to him as he wants. It is everything he wants, and so much more. You shift against him a little, adjusting your pillow slightly, but not without brushing your bottom against his cock briefly and settling back so that you are flush against it. Naturally, his body reacts to your movements, and he softly makes a whispered request into you ear, “Can we, Y/N? Just one more time before we drift off? I know we’re both tired but this just feels so right.”

You think about it for a second before smiling back at him lovingly, “It does feel right, doesn’t it?” you gently lift your left leg, moving it to rest on top of his own leg so that he can slide into you again. While the first time has been quick and frenzied, your pace the second time around is much slower and controlled. Rindou moves in and out of you slowly, savoring the feeling of your inner warmth hugging his cock. How could you be so perfect? He isn’t sure, but the only thing that matters is that you are now his just as he is yours.

It turns out that dares could be incredibly rewarding.

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