#SO HERE WE ARE! Better late than never!

[safyresky]

Smile Shots: The Summer Solstice Beach Bash!

[I rewrote the Diteline First Kiss oneshot :3. Enjoy!]

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“The fair is open!”

The front door slammed open, a hefty breeze blowing down the hall as Dite flew into the kitchen. She landed just behind Jacqueline, the gust of air from her settling wings blowing the sprite’s loose tresses back as she stacked the last dish.

“Nice to see you too, brown eyes.”

“Sorry, I’m just so excited!” With a little squee, Dite hopped in place, pulling Jacqueline into a bone-crushing hug and kissing the top of her head lightly. “Hi blue eyes.”

“Hi!”

The pair smiled at one another, Jacqueline starting and flushing as she realized just how long she’d been staring. She looked away. Dite giggled softly, placing the sprite down.

“I just really love the Summer Fair. And fairs in general! I know they don’t look all too great, but the romantic possibilities are ENDLESS!” Dite was hovering now, her hands clasped together, both feet popping into the air.

She was so excited, Jacqueline could feel her heart (and roots) melting at the sight of it all.

“I know, babe! I know. Do you want to go—”

“YES! DEFINITELY! ABSOLUTELY! That’s why I’m here! Flew right over from home to ask you out to the fair!”

“You flew? Right here? Direct? From home?”

“Yep!”

“From ROME?!”

“Uh-huh! Love knows no bounds, Jacqueline. Besides! We haven’t gone out on a date in like, forever!”

Jacqueline laughed. “Then what the frost was last night’s movie marathon?”

“A date! But not a date out. Besides! Last night was soo long ago!” she dropped her feet, drooping a bit, wings fanning Jacqueline as they kept Dite afloat. She pouted ever so slightly, throwing the back of her hand over her forehead.

“You are so cute it’s not even funny.”

“I learnt from the best!”

Jacqueline flushed darker.

Dite laughed. “I’m not hearing a no.”

“Oh! Of course not! I’d go anywhere with you!”

“Anywhere?”

“Anywhere!”

“The mall.”

“Yep!”

“Hmm. Hell?”

“We’ve visited your mom there countless times!”

“The ends of the Earth?!”

“Would be a delight with you.”

Dite tapped her chin thoughtfully. Her eyes lit up.

“Oh! I got it! Garbage dump.”

Jacqueline's sharp inhale was more than enough for Dite to grin in triumph.

“Really?”

“Yes!”

Jacqueline looked genuinely torn. Grimacing after what looked like a very hard battle of thoughts with herself, she sighed. “For you, yes. But I’d bring nose plugs. And a mask. And maybe like, douse myself in air freshener or something. I know tomato juice works with skunks, but is it the same for garbage stench? Because if it is, we’d have to stock up on that before going anywhere near a literal, actual, garbage dump.”

Dite giggled, hand in front of her mouth. “Well! We’ll stick to the fair today. Sound good?”

“Better than a dump, that’s for sure. Will you win me a prize?”

“I’ll win you ALL the prizes. Or one really big giant huge one! Even if I have to stab a guy to do so. And I will stab if necessary. And slash, and poke, and prod, and hack—”

Her fingers hovered over her charm bracelet as she listed every possible bodily injury she could inflict quickly and easily, poking the corresponding charm as she went.

Jacqueline smiled, turning back to the hall and heading upstairs. I am so in love, yes, yes, yes, she thought, grabbing the baluster and swinging around it, launching herself up the stairs as Dite flew alongside her.

“—and bludgeon, if necessary.”

“I don’t think it’ll come to...any of that, but I’ll keep it in mind. When did you want to go?”

“Oh! Like right now,” Dite landed on the landing, her wings folding back into their heart-shaped resting point. “I’m already dressed to go and everything!”

Stopping at the base of the twirly stairs up to her room, Jacqueline happily took a minute to check Dite out. The goddess spread her arms, gesturing to her outfit. She wore a pink shirt that resembled her usual stola, and a pair of dark denim shorts. She was wearing one of those visor hats, a ribbon keeping it taught against her head, tucked neatly under her ponytail, complete with the heart shaped sunglasses Jacqueline had gotten her. (The moment she’d seen them, she’d thought Dite would love these. She needs them. I need to get them for her. And she had done just that! And, sure enough, Dite loved them. That thought alone gave the sprite a bit of a prideful blush).

“And you look hella good.”

Now it was Dite’s turn to colour. She grinned, hands immediately moving to her cheeks as she flushed hard.

“I—you. Oh, you stop that! I’m all flustered now!”

“You fluster me all the time!” With a satisfied grin, Jacqueline grabbed the railing, heading upstairs. “At least let me return the favour once and a while.”

Giggling, Dite shot up, wings pushing her off the ground and twirling around her as she torpedoed directly up to the third floor. She landed beside Jacqueline right as the sprite hit the landing, wings furling out, hands on her hips. Jacqueline headed to the rooms on the left, Dite following close to keep up with her GRILFRIEND! Which was such a nice thing to finally be able to say and made her grin AGAIN and flush even DARKER in excitement.

Distracted by thoughts of love (a frequent happenstance in Dite’s day to day operations), by the time she floated into Jacqueline’s room (plopping herself gracefully on the bed, legs folded, wings happy to idle once more), Jacqueline was deep in the closet, chucking rejected outfits over her shoulder and out the door, clothes pooling on the floor in front of it.

“No, not this…too professional…not breathable. Ugh, need to refreeze that one…DITE.”

“No need to shout! I’m right here.”

Jacqueline poked her head out of the closet, blinking. “Oh! You’re closer than I thought. Great! I don’t know what to wear.” She moaned, quite over-the-top, as she dragged her fingers down her face.

Dite giggled. “How about a sundress? Ou! The blue one!”

Jacqueline straightened, looking at Dite with a sly smile. “You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“Hehe. It’s got a square, lowish neckline! White bodice, with a blue striped skirt that does that poof thing you like. It’s very fifties, very pin-up.”

“Oh!” she disappeared into the closet, coming back out with the exact dress Dite had described. “This one?”

“Yep! That’s the one! And don’t forget a hat! We’re in the south, it’s the start of the summer, and you know how your aunt is. Plus, your healthy layer of ice won’t be around while I’m around and you get so cranky when the top of your head is too hot.”

Jacqueline pouted, grabbing a light blue and white sunhat out of her closet regardless. “I’m not that bad.”

“Yes you are. You don’t like the heat at all! It’s a good thing you don’t burn easily, that’d be unbearable~!” Feigning a swoon, Dite fell back on the bed, placing a hand on her forehead.

Grinning, Jacqueline ran for the bed and jumped, finding herself right in Dite’s arms as the goddess grabbed her midair and flipped them, Jacqueline landing face up on the bed.

“Awh, boo. I thought I had you that time!”

“Unfortunately for you, my reflexes are TOO FAST and my dramatics are not as distracting as yours! I have high perception.”

Jacqueline grinned, the big ear-to-ear grin that Dite was so very fond of. “Well. I am very trapped and ready to go. Shall we? I want a big plushy. I’m talking. HUGE.” She wiggled her arms out from under Dite, raising them up and spreading them very far apart. “GIGANTIC HUMONGOUS.”

Dite laughed, ducking out of the way of Jacqueline’s flailing arms. “I will get you your plushy! Don’t you worry your little head off, blue eyes.” The goddess booped Jacqueline’s nose, pleased as the flush returned. Hehe! We’re even, she thought, sliding off the bed and tucking one hand under Jacqueline's back, the other one weaving behind her knees.

“Are we flying? Or shall I poof us both—oh! Whoa! Okay! That answers that question!”

Jacqueline flailed, grabbing her hat as Dite scooped her into her arms bridal style. She wove through the bedroom, hopped over the couch in the sitting room, and with a running start she flew out the balcony doors (Jacqueline quickly magic-ing them open), heading right for the Southern Province.

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The fair itself was usually open year-round. As Spring gave way to Summer, it would shut down, reopening on the Summer Solstice to kick off Summer’s Summer Solstice Beach Bash.

At least, that was the tradition.

The truth of the matter was this: Summer was the least traditional of the seasons and used the solstice as more of a deadline, so to speak. If the weather was nicer prior to the solstice and the refresh work was done before then and if she was “feelin’ it” (direct quote), Summer would usually open the fairground early.

That’s (part of) what made the Summer Fair so special!

The coasters and rides were spruced up, new ones taking up residence where old ones used to reside. (Brought down after they’d run their course, but never gone for long! They’d come back in a year or two or five newly improved!)

Magibeans came from all over the country (and yes, the world too), to fill the Food Pavilion with dishes old and new, bringing local specialties from near and afar for the people of Crystal Springs to try en masse: entrées and desserts, snacks and other goodies—and lots of fried things. There was no shortage of deep fried anything thanks to Dinah’s Deep-Fried Delights. (Sponsors of that particular portion of the event, Dinah’s slogan had always been we’ll deep fry anything! And that’s exactly what they did and why they’d been in business for many, many centuries).

The games were reset and refreshed, pavilions renovated and reopened, booths moved and shifted, attractions added and taken out, and once all the work was complete—on top of essential maintenance, of course—the fair would reopen with a BANG (quite literally. The south had a penchant for pyrotechnics, after all) and the Summer Solstice Beach Bash would begin in earnest, leading up to the Solstice itself, the day celebrated with a beachside party that spanned the entire coast of the province.

Dite landed right in front of the tall, waving palm trees that bordered the entrance to the fairgrounds. Boardwalk stretched ahead of them, paths twisting up and down the foothills and off to the beach, leading to rides and games and all sorts of fairground delights. She placed Jacqueline down gently, the people flocking in greeting the Legates politely while giving Dite's wings a wide berth.

Dite wished them well in love and life, the magibeans delighted to get the blessing of Cupid’s Legate. It had been an interesting thing she’d discovered when her Legate-y career had begun, and she’d nearly poked an eye or two out running into magibeans on the job who were literally seeking her out FOR a blessing! She’d quickly adjusted, wishing them well before they could interrupt her work, which had curbed the casualties quite a bit.

She laughed behind her hand as Jacqueline straightened her dress, placing her hat on her head as kids hopped around her, practically demanding snow. Pulling her shades down her nose and staring down at the kids in amused unamusement, she rested her hands on her hips.

“Do you know how much trouble I’d be in if I made it snow right here, right now?”

The kids laughed harder, shaking their heads and stomping their feet in excitement.

“Unbelievable!” And, pushing her shades back up her nose with a finger, she flicked her hand, fluffy clouds brewing above the kids. Snow began to fall right on top of them.

They squealed in excitement, jumping around and hopping about as snowflakes landed on their hats.

“I’m so sorry, Legate Frost, they—”

Jacqueline laughed. “Don’t even worry about it!” Waving her hand, a blanket of snow formed in thin air and fell around (and on top of!) them, the kids wasting no time in making snowballs and throwing them at one another. She winked. “I get that a lot.”

Laughing as Dite grabbed the sprite’s hand and whisked her towards the entrance, the guardian thanked her, waving them off. Dangling behind Dite, Jacqueline returned the gesture in kind as more kids threw themselves into the snow pile, much to the goddess’s delight.

“I love watching you work.”

“And I think it’s very sweet that you give every single one of them your blessing.”

“Awh, well, you know me! I love love.”

Jacqueline smiled. “Yeah you do. Sorry, I forgot to ask—all good to go? Wings okay?”

Frowning for a moment, Dite stopped (Jacqueline taking the opportunity to straighten herself out), stretched her wings, and shook them out before letting them rest behind her.

“Mm yep! I think so. They’re behaving!”

“For now.”

Dite giggled. “Let’s hope they keep it up! I have a huge list of rides to go on, so they better be behaving.”

“Ugh. Rides.”

“I have some Jacqueline friendly ones, too! I’m accommodating.”

Settling into step beside her, Jacqueline squeezed the goddess’s hand. “You are the sweetest person, did you know that?”

“I did. Someone tells me all the time!”

Jacqueline cackled, picking up her pace and running into the fair, hand-in-hand with Dite.

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Dite went on every single fast paced, scary looking, incredibly tall ride at least twice.

Jacqueline had tried to join her on some of the rides. She really, really did.

But after the fourth very fast (albeit tame) coaster, her stomach had reminded her unpleasantly about her accursed motion sickness, and fighting back a wave of nausea she’d stumbled down the boardwalk to the beach, Dite half-carrying her to the ocean, the cold water doing wonders for the sprite.

Grounded, Jacqueline watched dutifully from the sidelines, snapping photos between licks of cold confectionery, waving every time Dite whooshed by, her hands in the air.

When her stomach had finally recovered (several ice cream cones and popsicles later, somehow), Dite dragged her to the tame, cutesy rides, the pair of them taking silly photos on the carousel, absolutely whaling on one another in the bumper cars, and spinning so many different carts on the various scramblers Jacqueline nearly got sick all over again.

After dizzily stumbling across the park, they got the new high score in the interactive shooting-the-enemies rides, survived the haunted house ride, and had gone on so many log rides that Jacqueline was starting to crystallize a bit.

“Want to hang out on the beach and dry a little bit? Or melt, in this case.”

“Nah. This is a vibe. I’m kind of digging it, you know? Now I’m sparkling.”

Dite laughed, about to say something when her breath caught in her throat.

“Oh!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

She was squeaking. Making absolutely unintelligible noises Jacqueline thought could only be expressed with very specific emote icons that had yet to be invented.

“Looklooklook! Eee! It’s a TUNNEL of LOVE!”

Sure enough, right in front of them was a giant, pinkish-reddish-purplish dark ride. It was adorned with hearts and little cherubs, the carts two seaters and heart shaped, floating through the water in the ride.

“Those things are REAL?!”

Dite laughed, pulling her girlfriend towards the ride. “Of course! And a magnet for romance. And…other things. Which is a weird choice! Definitely a yum for some that is an ick for me. It’s not very private or nice, y’know? Plus, Eros only knows how unsanitary they are given what has been known to go on in them.”

“So we’re skipping it, then?”

“WHAT?! Of COURSE not! It’s an amusement park staple, Jacqueline!” Dite laughed to herself, clambering into the boat. “Did you know, seventy-two percent of first kisses happen on these things?”

“Really? Oh, thank you.”

Dite smiled, hoisting Jacqueline into their little boat. “No problem. And I don’t understand why. Like, I get the theming behind it? But it just doesn’t seem romantic, you know?”

“That’s more your area of expertise, hun—whoa! Thanks babe.”

“No problem!” Dite held onto the sprite’s arm until she was properly seated. “You looked like you were about to fall again.”

“Yeah. That last spiny boy really did a number on me.”

“That’s all right, sweets! I’ve got you.”

“Thank goodness for that.”

Giggling softly and kissing her cheek, Dite settled in (giving her wings a moment to get comfortable as well) and pulled the bar down, the little boat launching and setting off into the tunnel.

“I mean, this tunnel of love is very nice,” Dite continued, lifting an arm as Jacqueline curled up alongside her. Snuggling up into her side, Jacqueline was more than happy to feel Dite push her closer as they drifted along the track. “The water is fresh! No weird animatronics, and my dad wouldn’t hate the littler cherubic portrayals outside. All good things! The plants are real, too, and from all over the world, it looks like!”

“Aunt Summer loves fresh flora and fauna from all over the place! I think that’s how Spring doesn’t get on her nerves. They bond about it.”

“Awh, that’s cute! It pays off, because like, this would be an ideal place for a kiss, y’know?”

“Oh?” Jacqueline glanced over, glad Dite couldn’t see the very red flush creeping onto her face (and hoping she didn’t notice the squeaky octave she was at).

“Yeah! But not like, ideal ideal. This is number three on my list of places to kiss at a fair, specifically.”

“Only three?”

“Yep!”

“What’s number one?” Jacqueline found herself asking, curious for completely unrelated reasons, no, seriously, don’t look at her like that! “Actually, hold on. Places to kiss at a fair? Not in general?”

“Yeah! I have lots of first kiss lists! Kissing lists in general! Based on location, time of year, season, even—"

“What managed to push a tunnel of love ride down to number three? I’d have thought it’d be like, number one on the fairground list what with the theming.”

“And you thought wrong!” Dite was chipper as they turned a corner into complete darkness, their clothes suddenly fluorescent as the ride went glow-in-the-dark. “Here’s the thing.”

Jacqueline was mildly intrigued. Her stomach fluttered. At least, she thought it was her stomach. She was, after all, queasy. But then she thought of kissing. And of Dite. And, well, maybe it wasn’t just the multiple spinning rides in a row. The Tunnel of Love being a number three began to make more sense as they drifted through it, gimmicks and all, and Jacqueline found herself unable to NOT think about what the number one spot would be. Unfortunately for her, before she even got to learn number one, Dite had a LOT to say about number two.

“—and that’s why upside down on any pendulum ride is number two on the list,” Dite wrapped up as their boat made it back to the loading dock.

“That beat out a tunnel of love? I’m…honestly surprised, but then again, it’s very you, isn’t it?”

Dite laughed as the bar popped up, stepping out and offering Jacqueline a hand. “Exactly! Don’t tell me Tunnel of Love is higher on your list.”

Jacqueline smiled, watching her step carefully as she braced herself on the sides of the cart, happy to grab Dite’s hand and be on steady ground again. “I never really thought about it, to be honest.”

“WHAT?!”

“What?! I mean, romance isn’t really my forte, nor is it in my job description.”

“I beg to differ! I think you are very romantic." Fluttering, Dite placed one long, soft finger on the tip of Jacqueline's nose. “Boop!”

Jacqueline smiled, tip of her nose tingling with the ghost of her soft touch as Dite drew her finger away and landed, smiling fondly at the sprite. “Well, that’s sweet of you to think.”

“It’s true! You’re very good at romantic food dates, you know.”

“Probably because I like food very much. Speaking of which! I’m starved.”

“After all that ice cream?”

“Of course! It melts, Dite! It doesn’t give me nutrients at all.”

Dite laughed. “I don't think that's how that works.”

“Whatever the case! Let's go get some food!”

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The Food Pavilion was bustling. Magibeans and magihumans from all over were going booth to booth, chatting up a storm and laughing as they sampled food and sipped various drinks, punches, juices, and—when someone burped sparkles to resounding applause—concoctions!

Hand in hand, Dite and Jacqueline laughed, cheering on the glitter burps as they went booth to booth themselves. Unable to make a concrete decision, they picked a little bit of everything, swapping snacks from one another’s plates and clearing them fast as they rounded the corner to the dessert section. Some foods were hits; some were misses. Some very big misses. But both women enjoyed themselves, happy to while away the daylight hours in each other’s company.

Dusk was finally beginning to fall, the fair slowly lighting up as they left the Food Festival and entered the game alley.

“...so elephant ears is like, a completely new turn of phrase for me. But like,” Jacqueline paused, lifting a heavily cinnamon-sugared piece of flat, fried dough off her plate. “I can see it.” Shrugging, she took a huge bite out of it, sugar crystals flying, and placed it back down on the plate. “I call them beaver tails. That’s what they’re usually called in Canada, at least! At Blue Mountain, they have a Beaver Tail shack like, right at the peak of one set of runs. Divine. There is nothing like having a beaver tail in the freezing cold while strapped to a pair of skis! We’ll have to go next winter!”

“Oh, I’d love that! It’s been DECADES since I did a winter sport! This one time, I—” Dite stopped abruptly, tensing suddenly. Jacqueline had reached out and grabbed her arm tightly, her fingers really squeezing. “What? What’s going on, what’s—”

“AH DITE LOOKLOOKLOOK!”

Slowly removing her free hand from her charm bracelet, Dite followed Jacqueline's finger.

“IT’S A GIANT POLAR BEAR! AH!” She squeezed tightly once more, grabbing the goddess's arm with both hands and looking up at her very, very seriously.

“Yes?”

“I need it. Can you win it for me?”

Dite relaxed, resting her hand on top of both of Jacqueline's. “Of course I can! I did promise!" Tapping the side of her cheek, she frowned. "Hopefully it’s a game I’m good at.”

“You? Not good at something? The absurdity of that suggestion!”

Dite laughed. “Oh, stop that, you! It happens.”

“Well, in the unlikely event that it does, we can always steal it.”

“Jacqueline!” Fake indignant, Dite hid her little laugh behind her hand.

“What?! You said we’d stab if we needed to earlier! I’m just making sure that’s still on the table!”

“Let’s see what we’re working with first, okay?”

Jacqueline tilted her head back, a look of distaste plastered onto her face. “Ugh. Fine.”

Giggling, Dite pulled Jacqueline gently alongside her until they hit a wall of people. Somewhere beyond the crowd, a bell was ringing. The crowd roared; then a dull smack resounded. A slide-whistle sound followed, and the crowd would tense, and tense, until suddenly they’d all drop the tension and groan, as though someone had come close to a goal and not gotten it.

It sounded familiar, Dite thought, as she pat Jacqueline's arm and let go, standing on tiptoes to see over the crowd. It wasn’t until she began to hover (the breeze from her wings clearing the space around them) that she was able to see what game she’d have to destroy to get her girlfriend the fluffiest, biggest stuffed polar bear she’d ever seen in her life.

She grinned.

“I can’t see anything,” Jacqueline complained. “And there’s BARELY a north wind! What're we working with here?”

Dite landed, still grinning ear-to-ear. “You are so small.”

“I am AWARE, thanks.”

“Small and CUTE.”

“Dite! I’m trying to be indignant! Stop flustering me while I moan and groan about being short to a person who is like, a giant compared to my me, outside of full goddess form.”

“But it’s cute when you do that!”

Jacqueline flushed. “Goddess above. Stop that!”

“Never! Now, want to hear about what we need to do to win that bear?”

“Of COURSE! Who do we have to fight for it?!”

“Summer.”

Jacqueline blanched. “Ah, frostbite. I can’t beat her! She's way stronger than me and freezing her would not work what with the being the literal season and all. I don't stand a chance!”

“But I do! Remember?" Dite flexed. "Super strong girlfriend? Who promised she’d win you a prize?”

“I did request that, didn’t I?”

“Mhmm!”

“And you did promise, didn’t you?”

“Yep!”

“I got a little overexcited. My bad.”

“Well, let’s go get the deets! Maybe you’ll want to give it a shot?”

“Against Aunt Summer?! HA! We’ll see about that.” She stuck out her hand. “Take me away! Let’s go see what exactly it is...”

Grabbing Jacqueline's hand, Dite skirted around the edge of the crowd until they got to the front. Summer stood tall beside a strength testing game, hands on her hips as she watched the next poor unfortunate soul give the game a whirl. They hefted the hammer (staggering back a bit) and swung, hitting the base with a decent thwack!

The crowd gasped. Summer looked impressed. The slide whistle sound started up again, the marker climbing higher, and higher, and higher, until—SPLAT.

“Ou. Just missed it, Maisie! Better luck next time, girl.”

“I am small but MIGHTY!” The brownie flexed; the crowd gave her a round of applause as she scampered off, disappearing into it.

“SO! Who’s NEXT! Who thinks they can outmatch ME!?”

The crowd cheered as a dwarf stepped forward, flexing and smirking, winking as the crowd cheered him on. He stuck out a finger, pointing right at the season.

“My run next, your Sunniness!”

“Hammer’s yours!”

“Oh, please! Ladies first.”

“If you insist!”

The crowd oh’d. Jacqueline snorted. She nudged Dite, only to see the goddess’s attention drawn elsewhere.

“Dite?”

“Found an employee! Come on!”

Whisked away once more, Jacqueline bounced along behind Dite until they came to a stop, below a younger looking fairy. He lay on his belly as he floated in midair, watching the festivities with satisfaction.

“Excuse me!”

His eyes drifted downwards. “Well, look at that! We’ve got ourselves some Legates! Care to play against Summer herself?!”

“If that’s what’s gonna get me that GIANT POLAR BEAR then YES. I need it. It’s very important we get it. What’s the task.”

“Well that’s easy!” The fae sat up, still in midair, speaking in a way that made Jacqueline think this was going to be very not easy. “You’ve just gotta beat Summer herself at the high striker!”

Behind them, the bell dinged. Summer's arms shot up, still holding the hammer, as the crowd went wild. Irritation leaked through the dwarf’s determined facade.

“It’s only one gold for three tries...”

A golden coin glinted in the fairway lights. “Here you go! I’ll give it a go!” Smiling sweetly, Dite tilted her head, ponytail bobbing, looking the picture of innocence.

“That's the spirit!" The fae caught the coin, flipping it in midair. It disappeared before he could call heads or tails, the small bag at his side clinking.

“Hehe. Yay~! Now step aside! I’m about to win me a girlfriend worthy polar bear!”

“Whoa! We got ourselves an eager beaver here!” The fae floated up, hovering above the crowd. “Magibeans and magihumans! We got ourselves a new contender! You ready, your sunniness?”

Summer hefted the hammer. “I was FORMED READY! Who thinks they can take me down NOW?!”

“I do!”

The crowd cleared, Dite fluttering through politely. “Hi Summer!”

Summer briefly blinked in surprise before her face lit up, her ponytail burning brighter as she tossed her head back and laughed. “Well hello Dite! Woo! Looks like we got ourselves a real challenge here, magifolk! Round seven hundred and fifty-two: season versus goddess.”

“And this goddess is in it to win it! My girlfriend needs a big, stuffed, polar bear!”

Behind Dite, the crowd hopped back, rubbing their arms, teeth chattering.

“Outta my WAY please and THANK YOU—Hi Aunt Summer!”

“Hi Jacqueline!” Shifting her weight and dropping the hammer to the ground, Summer leaned on the handle, free hand on her hip. “Dite. I hope you know that just because you’re doing this for my niece, it does NOT mean I’ll go easy on you."

“Oh, Summer, I wouldn’t dream of it! After all, I won’t be going easy on you.”

The crowd oh’d. Summer looked delighted. “Haha! The Goddess of Pleasure, everyone! So, who’s first, hun?”

“Oh, you’ve got the hammer! You can go first. Unless we can bring our own? Because I do have one on hand!”

“Ha! No need for that! Let’s do this. Best two out of three.”

“Got it!”

Nodding, Summer straightened, gripping the hammer once again. She swung, hitting the base with a hefty thunk, the bell sounding off a hearty ding seconds later. The striker lit up; lights flashed and the crowd cheered as the bells at the top sounded off, lights rushing about in a myriad of colours as the striker sunk back down to the base.

“Oh, stop it y’all. You’ve seen me do this exact thing over seven hundred times!”

The crowd cheered harder. Some magifolk started stomping their feet. Summer laughed, giving a little bow.

“HA! Alright, alright! Give it a rest, guys. Dite?” Hefting the hammer over her shoulders and giving it a little spin, she grabbed the head in one hand, offering the goddess the shaft. “Hammer’s yours.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

She grabbed the handle, twirling it just as exuberantly as Summer had. Grinning ear to ear, she let it rest across her shoulders, holding it one handed as she sized up the striker.

“She gets three tries, by the way!”

“Ou, spicy. You can take ‘em all in one go, hun.”

“Thank you, your Sunniness! But…I think I’ll only be needing the one,” Dite winked.

“Really now?”

“Mhmm!”

She pulled the hammer off her shoulders, both hands on the base as she pulled back and swung with a battle cry that had made amazonian warriors proud.

The puck went flying. It shot up to the bell in seconds, and kept going, the bell knocking into the crowd as the puck soared high into the air above them.

“Op! My bad! Just a sec.”

Flashing Summer a smile, Dite torpedoed up (hammer still in hand) and raced to grab the puck, shooting back down in seconds.

“I got it!”

There was a beat of silence before the crowd collectively lost their shit.

Summer screamed in excitement. “You did that! Holy sunbeams!” tossing the hammer to the side, Summer grabbed Dite’s hand and held it up. “LADIES AND GENTS! GIVE IT UP FOR THE GODDESS OF PLEASURE, LEGATE CUPID, MY NIECE IN LAW—DITE!”

“FROST YEAH! GIVE ME THAT FROSTING POLAR BEAR!”

Stunned in shock, the fairy that had explained the game to them grabbed the giant polar bear, passing it down to Jacqueline’s chilly little grabby hands.

“HAH! THANK YOU! DITE! DITE, LOOK!”

The crowd was still screaming. Phones and portable crystal balls were out, people freaking out and filming the remnants of the game, sneaking selfies with the season and the goddess. Smirking and flipping the bird as she ran past some of the secret selfie takers, Jacqueline came to a slippery halt beside Dite, polar bear briefly ruffling one of her wings as she spoke very quickly to Aunt Summer.

“—I’m so sorry about the damage, I didn’t mean to break it at all! I hadn't intended to, it was just trash talk, honest! I can pay for that, or miracle it right back to the way it should be, or—”

“It’s okay! Dite! Calm down, girl.” Summer grabbed her other hand, bringing both arms down and folding their hands together. “I have been stuck at this sunburnt game for hours. I’m starved. I’ve been DYING to hit up the food court but people just kept on challenging me! Thank YOU for obliterating the thing so I can go have some food! We can fix this in no time at all.”

“Are you sure? I can just—”

“Positive! Go enjoy your evening with my niece. And your giant polar bear.”

“Hehe.” Jacqueline squished it, peeking around it. “I’m gonna call it Ice Bear.”

“Awh, like in We Bare Bears?”

“Yeah! He’s my fave. Maybe I’ll get this guy a little axe! Did you see that, Aunt Summer? She BROKE the GAME!”

“I KNOW!”

“SHE’S THE BEST!”

“Damn straight! You take good care of her, Jacqueline. She’s a keeper,” Aunt Summer winked.

“Not if I take care of her first!” Grinning, Dite scooped Jacqueline up, polar bear and all, and fled the scene of the crime.

“Dite that was AWESOME!” perfectly content being carried around bridal style with a giant polar bear stuffy, Jacqueline grinned up at her partner, kissing her cheek. “Thank you.”

“Awh, you’re welcome, sweets!” she kissed the top of her head—hard to do when wearing a sunhat and carrying a polar bear, they both learnt. Giggling, Dite placed her down, bringing her in close and whisking off her hat to plant the kiss proper.

“Mwah.”

Jacqueline could feel the snow evaporating right off her head. “Careful! I put my sunnies on the hat.”

“I know! I have them right here.” With a flourish, she put the hat back on Jacqueline’s head, glasses in hand. “I know where these should go. Boop! Now he looks like you.”

Flipping the giant polar bear around, Jacqueline snorted. Ice Bear was wearing her sunglasses. Maybe even better than her.

“Hehe, I love when you snort. It's cute! Cutie. I am so in love with you!”

“Well that makes two of us. I mean like, I love you too. Not my me. I DO LOVE MY ME, But I meant, like—”

A soft breath on her cheek; even softer lips pressing into it. The smell of strawberries. A warm tingle as the heat from the kiss lingered well after Dite had let go.

“I know, Jacqueline.”

“Okay. Cool. Good. Great.” Holy Hedone, her cheek was hot. “WHAT are we breaking next?!”

“Nothing! It was an accident!”

“A HAPPY accident! It was FUN! We should do another one. On purpose. Is Aunt Summer perhaps trapped again?”

Dite laughed. “How about instead of destroying a game, we find one that involves breaking things instead?”

“FROST yeah! I love breaking things. I think it's about my turn to win you a prize. Chose! What do you want?”

“Let’s see what they’ve got!”

And so the pair made their way from game to game, the fair lighting up as dusk turned into twilight. The game hosts shouted into the crowd, voices overlapping amongst the laughter and cheering surrounding them as the pile of stuffies in Dite’s arms grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger, a silly looking duck plushie landing on the top of the pile, just about obscuring Dite’s face.

“I, uh...I think that’s more than enough stuffies, Jacquie.”

“Hmm? Oh! Haha, whoops. I can hold that one.”

She took the duck back, somehow managing to wedge it between herself and Ice Bear.

“Thanks babes. I really appreciate all the little victories you’ve swung tonight, but um…I think I’m GOOD on stuffies.”

“Listen. Listen. I hear you. But consider this. My dad gave me a thing for this exact kind of scenario ages ago…” patting her skirt pocket as Ice Bear teetered precariously in a one-handed grip, the strange duck squashed to oblivion, Jacqueline pulled out a small, itty-bitty bag. “Ta-da! It’s like my mom’s basket! Lemme just…”

Biting down on one of the drawstrings, Jacqueline used her free hand to open the pouch up. Victorious, she looped the string around her finger, holding it open in front of Dite. “Just bring the pile near the bag and watch!”

Dite did just that and slowly, the stuffies floated out of her arms and swirled into the bag, disappearing into the glowing recesses of it. Finally, the very last one floated into the bag, Dite saving the duck from its squished hellscape and popping it in behind a pink toad looking…thing.

“There we go!” Jacqueline pulled the drawstrings taught, sliding the bag back in her pocket. “Now we can get even MORE stuffies!”

“Jacqueline!” Dite laughed. “I have so many! I can carpet my room at home with them! How about instead,” she grabbed Jacqueline’s hands, pulling her in close and squeezing them between hers, “we go find a place for dinner? My treat!”

“What? No fair! It’s always your treat, when is it my turn?!”

“You can cover the next one!”

“That’s what you said last time!”

“Tell you what. I’ll cover you…and you can cover Ice Bear, since he’ll need a seat all to himself.”

Jacqueline giggled. “Promise you let me cover the next one.”

“Sure! Of course! But ONLY IF we go to one of the beachside grills! I think I’ve had enough carnival food for today.”

Jacqueline smiled. She let out another little giggle. “Hehe. Okay.”

“C’mon, let’s head out! We can cut through the attractions section. I bet it looks as pretty as you do, all lit up tonight.”

Dite grabbed Jacqueline’s hand, tugging her forward and watching surreptitiously as the flush crept into her cheeks. She grinned successfully when Jacqueline made one of those strange little spluttery noises again, unable to form a coherent thought for the briefest of moments.

“Dite! You—ah! Stop it. Am I really glowing?”

“Oh! I must be losing my touch! That was a quick recovery.”

“Dite! Hehe.”

“But yes, you are glowing! You’re still all crystally from the log rides. I knew we should’ve gone to the beach and dried up a bit.”

Jacqueline pulled her closer. Nudging Dite’s arm, she stood up on tiptoe, Dite tilting her head as she realized Jacqueline was going in for a whisper.

“I did it on purpose. Remember?”

Dite smiled, eyes crinkling shut as she laughed. “You’re so silly.”

Jacqueline laughed too, dropping back to the flats of her feet. “Could you imagine if I wasn’t?”

“I don’t even want to!”

“Exactly! Oh, Dite look! You’re so right. Look how everything is lit up and glowing!”

They stopped at the top of the amusement rides section, staring down the corridor. The cutesy rides were lit up, sparkling into the night. String lights hung across the walkway, kids on the shoulders of adults hanging little summer themed ornaments between each bulb. Roller coasters raced past high above them, the lit-up carts a streak of light in the night. And at the very top of it all stood the giant Ferris wheel, lit up for the night and slowly bringing people up to look out over the sea.

“Oh, I didn’t even think to bring an ornament—”

“I did!”

With a grin, Dite whipped up a glowing pink hand. Ribbon around her finger, the ornament swayed briefly—two little hearts, stacked on top of one another.

“You think of EVERYTHING, don’t you?”

Dite winked. “You don’t even know."

Laughing, Jacqueline grabbed the ornament, looking up at Dite suspiciously.

She blinked, eyes wide. “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” Jacqueline spoke softly, a sly smile on her face. “C’mon. Let’s give this baby some colour.”

They made their way down the lane until they reached a booth surrounded by people with a bunch of colouring implements. As soon as a space cleared, the pair squeezed in (Ice Bear and all), and moments later the wooden hearts had colour. A light pink heart stacked on top of a light blue heart, doused in purple glitter.

“I love the glitter!”

“I’m not even done yet!” Reaching up, Jacqueline poked the hearts with a glowing finger. Frost swirled to life, cracking as it coated the ornament, the usual swirls looking just a little heart like.

“Okay. Now I’m done! We can hang it up.”

“And I see a perfect hook right by one of the lights! Up we go!”

Dite’s wings unfurled. She scooped up Jacqueline in one hand, soaring almost to the end of the lane way and hovering right below one of the golden hooks beside the sparkling lights.

“Together?”

Jacqueline tucked her finger into the ribbon alongside Dite’s.

“Together.”

With matching soft smiles, the pair of them reached up together, hooking their ornament on the string. It twirled, the lights on either side twinkling, the frost coating it shimmering in the light.

“Oh. It's beautiful. You do such lovely work.”

“Oh, it’s just. It’s a lil’ touch of frost it’s, it’s nothing really, I—”

“Shh.” Dite giggled as Jacqueline flushed, looking cross eyed at the finger the goddess had put on her lips. “It’s not nothing. Not to me it’s not.”

“You’re so—ahhh! Stop it, you!”

“NEVER. Wanna go on the Ferris wheel?”

“Hmm?” Jacqueline blinked, colouring deeper. She looked behind them (at the wheel) and the back in front of her (at a literal goddess of a woman who had just flustered the sleet out of her and did this on a regular basis) and then seemed to sort of come to.

“Oh. OH! Ferris wheel! Yes! I do! Absolutely. I would be down for that. I’d love it.”

“Even with all the spinning?”

Jacqueline looked over at the slowly spinning wheel (stopping occasionally to let people on and off) and laughed. “I’m sure my delicate stomach can survive that level of intensity.”

“Yay! Let’s GO!”

Dite flew forward, Jacqueline throwing her arms around her shoulders, holding on to the goddess tightly. Giggling, Dite brought them both down at the back of the line, letting Jacqueline slide out of her arms.

“Down you go!”

“Thank you.”

“Is Ice Bear coming with us?”

“Hmm.” Squinting at the bear briefly, Jacqueline nodded, grabbing the bag from her pocket and whooshing the giant polar bear inside with the others. Pulling the drawstrings taught, she whisked it into her pocket just in time for them to board a cart of their own.

They sat down, the attendant holding the cart steady as they settled in, pushing the bar and locking it in place. Slowly, the wheel started back up again.

“Whew. I’m bushed. What a day.”

Dite cracked her back, her wings stretching and laying down behind them both. “I know! So much fun!”

“I know! And now we get to sit back and enjoy the view.” Leaning over the protective bar, Jacqueline smiled out at the arctic sea. In the distance, icebergs floated by quietly, the water and sky stretching on and on until they blended together, the stars sparkling in the water as they were in the sky.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

Dite watched Jacqueline, sighing contently. “Yeah. It really is.”

“You know what would really hit?”

“If it was a fireworks night?”

“Yeah! And I actually think it is! Look at the beach.”

Their cart crested the top, dropping back down and coming to a stop as people loaded and unloaded. People were settling down on the beach, looking up at the sky expectantly. The wheel started up again, seats swaying as the rotation continued.

“Oh, that’s PERFECT!” Dite’s eyes shone as she clasped her hands together excitedly, wings giving a little flutter behind her. “Shame we won’t get to see the fireworks show from the very tippy top! Wouldn’t that be just lovely?”

Jacqueline straightened up. She looked over the bar. Then over the sides of the cart. Then down at the control panel. Then back down the sides of the cart.

“It would be, wouldn’t it?”

With a cute devilish smirk, Jacqueline leaned back as the cart dropped from the top once more, surreptitiously placing a glowing hand just outside it. Dite could hear cracking right under them and across, stretching all the way down the closest support pole, until suddenly, there was a fizz and a POP!

The cart crested, reaching the top of the Ferris Wheel as the entire operation came to a swaying halt.

“Oh dear. Oh my. It looks like we’re stuck!”

“Oh no!” Dite threw her hand on her forehead, looking off in the distance with a sly smile. “What a shame.”

SKREEE! BOOM! FLASH! BANG. POPPOPPOPPOP!

“And look at that! The fireworks are starting!”

“How serendipitous!”

“Someone out there must really love you, Dite.”

“I’m inclined to agree, except I don't think they are out there. I think they are directly beside me.”

Jacqueline giggled, smiling up at the goddess. The fireworks flashed, the colours lighting her face up—oranges and yellows and purples and blues and pinks and reds—Dite’s heart felt like it was going to explode out of her chest. The moment she'd been waiting for had arrived; she reached out, grabbing Jacqueline’s face between both her hands.

The sprite blinked. Successfully thrown off, she looked at Dite curiously, the soft pads of her pink, manicured fingers rubbing her cheeks softly. Her own heart began to flutter as she gazed into Dite’s warm brown eyes, fireworks cracking behind her (as they always should be, Jacqueline thought, stomach fluttering about now too), and the most brilliant smile spread across her face.

“This.”

“What?”

“This is number one.”

And before Jacqueline could blink, Dite’s lips pressed against hers, and Jacqueline was gone.

Her lips were soft, brushing against Jacqueline’s delicately, but lightly. She felt herself grow limp as Dite’s hands caressed her face, warm, and soft, the briefest hint of icing sugar still on her lips. Her heart soared, and Jacqueline smiled into the kiss as she threw her arms over Dite’s shoulders and kissed back, crushing Dite’s lips as the fireworks exploded above them, faster and louder. The brims of their hats pushed up as Jacqueline pressed up against her almost greedily, only pulling away when she needed to catch her breath.

She felt warm all over. If there was any snow left in her hair, it was long gone now. Jacqueline was surprised the wheel was still frozen in place; below her, through the rush of the blood pumping through her veins and the quick breathing of the both of them and the ringing in her ears and the butterflies in her stomach, she could hear someone calling for a melting. All she could think was, there’s no need! I have been successfully melted!

She snorted. Her smile grew larger and she found herself giggling, then laughing as she pulled Dite closer, hugging her tightly.

Just as warm and flushed, Dite squished her back, laughing as well. Joy bubbled up; she was grinning like a madwoman, her wings standing on end.

“Oh! Oh, wow! That was…you’ve been planning this all day, haven’t you.”

“From the MOMENT I left home, yes! Ah! I’m so excited I pulled it off! Yay~!”

Jacqueline smiled, tilting her head. “I knew it.”

“You are a big, slushy liar! You had no idea!”

“No! I had some idea! Like. Before we hung the thing. I was getting suspicious.”

Dite laughed, gazing into Jacqueline’s eyes and tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “Mm. I don’t believe that for a second.”

“I love you. I love you a lot. You know that, right?”

“Of course I do! And I love you too. You know that, right?”

Jacqueline giggled. “I do, yes. Very much so. Is this a thing we’re doing now?”

“What?”

“Kissing?”

“Yes! If you’d like, of course.”

“Oh you KNOW I’d like. It’s okay with you? You like?”

“I! Love kisses!”

“My turn, then!”

And this time, Jacqueline pulled Dite in confidently, locking lips once more. Harder, but tender still. More ferocity this time, but slow as their lips explored one another, lingering, tasting, hands roving as the fireworks swelled and their cheeks burnt, smiles slipping through and shaping their kiss. Dite’s hands tangled in Jacqueline’s hair as they broke apart, Jacqueline gasping for breath once more, flushed, lips parted and looking plump.

“Being kissed suits you.”

“Dite! If you make me blush any more I am going to straight up turn into a summer sprite. You make me feel…impossible things.” Jacqueline smiled softly, grabbing Dite’s hands tightly and looking at her with a soft, flushed, smile. “And I love it. I love you.”

“Awh. I love you, too! Even if you did suddenly turn into a summer sprite. Mwah!”

It was a quick brush, right on the very top of her head, and Jacqueline’s heart still fluttered, her stomach still tingled, and she had no idea what to do except for squish Dite’s hands even tighter.

“So this is number one?”

“Duh! Ferris wheel? Fireworks? Can’t go wrong there.”

Jacqueline laughed. “You are the expert.”

“I know!”

They came together naturally, snuggling up in the cart as the grand finale lit up the skies around them, finishing with a dazzling array of summer-shaped explosions. A cheer started by the beach, working its way up into the fairgrounds and right to the Ferris wheel. Below them, people began moving, making their way into the lines and off to the various amenities, magibeans with young children heading to the exit. Out on the beach, lights began to appear as music started up, dancing beginning in earnest, the Ferris wheel staying perfectly in place.

“Hmm. I think maybe I did not think this through.”

“Oh?”

Jacqueline nodded. “We are still very much stuck.”

Dite glanced down at the controls. The tech looked bewildered as an elf with a toolbox got to work, a fire sprite shaking out their hands and lighting them up, beginning the weighty task of thawing the sudden ice.

“Huh. So it seems.”

“We may be up here for a while.”

“Hmm…” Dite tapped her chin for a moment, looking down at Jacqueline with a sly smile. She snaked her hand around the sprite, resting it on her lower back and pulling her in closer.

“I think I’m fine with that.”

Jacqueline laughed, the flush on her cheeks deepening once more as they leaned into one another yet again, eyes locked on each other's lips.

“I think I’m fine with that, too.”

[lexosaurus]

Viewing a World Unseen (Danny Phantom)

Finallyyyy uploaded my piece for @ecto-implosion after so so so much agonizing

But it's here! I went with a more "epic" orchestral style, taking all the motifs from the main theme and outro card and stylizing them throughout! It's one of if not the biggest orchestral pieces I've ever done, and it was super fun to make!

@sillysugargliders wrote a really fun post-accident retelling fic to go along with the music: Viewing a World Unseen

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Would Charles have a matching magical girl outfit, too? 🤔 Asking for scientific reasons, of course.

not much of a Magical Girl outfit but its a mini skirt and thats the important part isnt it

[sorikufeels]

kiss me once, kiss me twice, and, dare i say, kiss me three times

(progress posts: sketch, line art progress)

[jinxedruby]

Linktober Day Thirty-One: Free for all

The companion piece to Whumptober day thirty-one (previous part link will take you there)

First part | <- Previous part

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

I FORGOT TO THROW OUT AFTER THE EPISODE RELEASED NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[chanranghaeys]

haneul my looove can i request -

come here, hold my hand.” “you’re washing the dishes.” “..i can do both…” 

with minghao? please i love this man and I’ll crumble if he says this to me 😭

have a great time getting back at writing my love ..

i am terribly late, more than a month late, but we persist.

please see fic here. i hope u enjoy. i love you loutuss mwa 🫶

[edgygender]

commission for @dearukyo!

sorry for the lack of new art, i've been trying to reset by brain back to normal mode after being on vacation. i'm getting back in the swing of it now!

[commission info]

[ssreeder]

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Aang/Katara (Avatar), others to be tagged later - Relationship Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Jet (Avatar), Suki (Avatar), Kyoshi Warriors (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), Jee (Avatar), Hakoda (Avatar), Bato (Avatar), A bunch of OCs, Long Feng, Joo Dee (Avatar), Azula (Avatar), Mai (Avatar), Ty Lee (Avatar), Ozai (Avatar), General Fong (Avatar) Additional Tags: Violence, Blood and Injury, War, Minor Character Death, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Major Character Injury, Amputation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, possible major character death, themes similar to the first two books, Sexism, Racism (like has already been written in first two books), dark themes, Human Trafficking, Slavery, Just a lot of dark war-like themes, there will be a battle, Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Injury Recovery, Healing, Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Animal Death, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Warnings each chapter, Hopefully some healing for Zuko finally, no promises, but that’s the goal, Reunions, hopefully a happy ending, Sokka gets some healing too, Non-Consensual Drug Use Series: Part 3 of Leaving It All Behind Summary:

-This is the last book of the series LIAB, please go read the other two books before this, or you will be very confused-

Zuko has been taken by the Earth Kingdom army to who-knows-where, and Sokka is determined to get him back.

But he can’t do it alone.

With Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors by his side, Sokka is headed to Ba Sing Se to find Katara and Aang so they can go rescue his fire bender.

Things aren’t as easy as he had hoped. Corruption, lies, and unknown horrors await them inside the city’s walls. None of this is helping Sokka’s mental well-being.

Hakoda and his men face a problem of their own as Azula approaches with the intentions of making it rain fire.

Sokka and Zuko will both find themselves having to reintegrate back into a life they thought they left behind, with people they hardly remember. It isn’t easy for anyone, especially when they don’t recognize the person standing in front of them.

[penitenteyeball]

Dum de dum dum

Gonna add max tags and max characters to each cause who cares

[rata-novus]

okay so i finally got caught up & am ready for janthir wilds!!!!!!! despite blocking relevant terms i was spoiled for the following (mostly ingame or thru the wiki lmao):

-frogs -frogs with hats?? -petting??? frogs?????? -also talking to animals??? or maybe that was just a thing laranity was doing on stream as a bit??? idk ive been (as mentioned above) avoiding spoilies -WAITING SORROW?????? got spoiled for this one by looking at the wiki while replaying soto, hovered over her name and caught a brief glimpse of her in the lil preview window. chat i literally gasped -plus some other soto npcs that are in the story (per reading the wiki while playing thru soto) - isgarren, vanak, etc. -its good, possibly even great? many ppl are saying this -hot bog lady

[carcinized]

i have srsly had irl queer people make fun of me for being queer + liking sports and tell me that is like, not gay or something. like ok just say youre chronically online. womens soccer is the queerest thing i have ever been a part of hands down. also youre an awful person

[saph-writes]

When He Sees Me - Chapter 3

ao3 link:

Words: 2375

Chapter: 1, 2

*Note, this work is now discontinued and thus this will be the final chapter. For further explanation, I did add my reasoning in the author notes of Ch. 3 on ao3.

As a kid, Rin loved ice cream. He loved them even more when Sae brought it for him.

He always knew which flavors Rin loved, his favorites, the ones they always got after they have practiced on the football field and were sweaty and exhausted. And if on a particular day Rin was craving a different flavor, Sae would've already known and gotten it for him. Almost like he was a mind reader or something.

Rin asked him that one time. Sae shrugged and said it was obvious. It was painted all over his face.

Rin would smile and look back on his ice cream.

Because the truth was, Rin didn't have a favorite. He loved any flavor Sae got him. They always tasted better than usual, sweet and light and airy and with a special underlying tinge to every single one. Like the universe knew that Sae had gotten this just for him.

Mom and Dad were always busy. So Sae would always take Rin out to walk after practice.

Their favorite spot was on top of a wall, one that overlooked a sea. At least that was how it looked like. A sea that stretched out for miles and miles. When the sun sinked into the horizon, it looked like it was going back home into the water. Its orange and yellow rays tapped the tops of the water's still laps while it waved goodbye.

As they settled down, Rin continued eating his ice cream. Sae's laid unopened beside him. He leaned back to rest both his arms out on the ground behind him, positioned so his head was tilted upwards a bit to look at the sky. Rin did the same. One hand was still in front of him though, holding his ice cream. Rin couldn't have been more than 8 years old at the time.

"Rin."

"Hm?" Rin mumbled. His mouth was still half-full. He swallowed the ice cream chunk quickly, ignoring how cold it made his throat feel. Sae continued to look at the sky. "What is it, Nii-chan?"

"...The sun's setting," Sae said.

Rin looked back. Sure enough, the sun had begun its departure. Like magic, the water opened up for it, and had begun to wait slowly and patiently for the blinding light to fall down beneath it. No matter how long the sun took, it waited and waited. Rin watched its slow descent, so slow that he could only tell it was moving by how much of it was disappearing. Both the shape and the light.

He knew that this meant they had to go home soon. Rin took another bite of his ice cream and chewed it slowly.

Occasionally, he sneaked a peak at Sae. He'd been weirdly quiet. Both while they sat and when they were walking. Sometimes Rin caught him staring off when he thought he wasn't looking. It made Rin nervous.

Sae turned his head and Rin jumped.

He stared and stared and to his surprise, Sae didn't say anything. It looked like he was thinking, contemplating about something. Sae looked back up at the clouds to think. Rin watched him closely, confused, and licked off the bits of ice cream left on his stick. A loose breeze flew by.

"Mom and Dad told me they'll be out for a while," Sae said finally.

Rin bit the ice cream stick with his teeth and hummed in reply. The stick balanced on his mouth and he struggled to make sure it didn't fall down into the water. Sae kept talking.

"So it will be just the two of us for bit."

"That's nothing new though, Nii-chan." He chewed on the stick (it said loser) and then realized. "Does that mean we'll be able to play football everyday?" His chest grew excited. Playing football with Sae was always the best. Especially without Mom and Dad cutting them off for food or sleep. They could play, sun up till sun down, until the sky turns dark and then they can play some more.

Sae nodded. Then, he turned and smiled (He rarely ever did). "All day, Rin." He looked back up.

"Let's go, it's getting late."

He was right. The sun was gone and the sky had turned into a dark dark blue, so dark Rin almost mistaken it for being pitch black. But it wasn't, because he could still see Sae clearly in the little light left. Little bits of orange bounced off of his silhouette, and Rin knew that where they were wasn't all just shadow, that maybe the sun hadn't completely deserted them. In fact, it was almost like it never left.

Rin nodded happily and threw away his stick into the water. He watched how it sank all the way to the bottom and turned around, only to find that Sae had already begun walking away. Rin rushed to catch up with him. When he did, they continued at a brisk pace. Rin licked his sticky fingers; Sae kept staring forward.

For that entire time, Sae hadn't touch his ice cream once.

~

It was pitch-black out when Rin finished his practice. And that was by the old man's command, his usual aloof and stern demeanor taking a shift, his words coming out strict and harsh.

"You're kicking the ball around all silly and your forehead looks like a vein gonna pop out. No good practicing like that. Go home."

"..it's fine... I'm gonna keep going," Rin breathed. Sweat trinkled under his chin. "Just lay the keys over there, I'll finish soon." He wasn't going to, but anything to keep the annoying old bastard from holding him up. The ball creaked in from of him and Rin kicked it violently. Shooting forward, the ball hurled into the fence. A metal screech erupted from the impact and Rin felt like screaming alongside it. If only his insides didn't hurt as much as they did.

The man clicked his tongue. "Not today, its near damn freezing. I'm leaving for the night and I ain't leaving you out here alone. Put the ball away over there at the 3rd rack today, c'mon." He turned on his heel and headed towards the door, muttering the words "you young folk and your damn stubbornness" in a low exasperated tone.

Rin huffed, both annoyed and irritated at being interrupted, but even more so at how he couldn't poke any flaws at the man's argument. How right he was.

He bit his tongue, but complied nonetheless. The ball sat by the fence, settled peacefully on the ground just a few feet away. He dragged in his feet and picked the ball up to hold it on his hip. He didn't bother putting away the soccer net. No one else would be using this area anyway.

The two exited the building. The man waved him off. "Get some rest. I'll be closed tomorrow."

Rin ignored him. He walked off into the opposite direction, to the way of the sidewalk where there were no streetlights in sight and it stayed as pitch black as everything else. The man went his own way, into a path where only just a single streetlight could be seen, so far off into the distance, one can almost overlook it. The man didn't say anything more.

As Rin walked into the dark deserted street with his shitty phone flashlight, the idea of going home grew a bitterness between his teeth. Not only was it far, but Sae would surely be up still. The bastard has a bed time he sticks by no matter what, and it was early. Rin kept walking, but tension followed each step. If a ball were in front of him of now, he would've punt it into the shadowy mist if only to calm the stiffness in his chest.

Which is why when he arrived at the intersection--just a few blocks away from their house--he went left instead.

There were streetlights, but they were few and far between, as the road ended and the concrete of the sidewalk continued into the grassy plains. Rin kept his phone in hand, but directed the light towards his feet. Cicadas hummed in the emptiness and within the silence, leaves of sprinkled bushes and trees rustled with the breeze. The cold wind made Rin bring his bag closer to his hip, and his chin down into his jacket. But still, he kept moving.

After what felt like a few minutes of walking (maybe hours), the concrete of the sidewalk came to end. It ended near the shore of vast and open waters, where the moon had been hiding to shine its light over the tops. A wall came up to border the edge with a half-hearted fence set in front of it. The landscape looked oddly familiar..

Taking careful steps, Rin dropped his bag and came up to the fence. He pressed a hand against it. Smooth yet cold it felt beneath his fingertips.

Feeling another breeze wash through, before he knew what he was doing, he was bringing one leg forward, up to step on the horizontal poles.

He hesitated, trying to remember how the movement went, but it wasn't long before his body caught up before him. He pushed all his weight to jump up and whip his other leg over the top, and settled the other leg to the floor once they both got across. He stood on the edge. On this side, up close, the sea stretched so far out.

Rin took the sight in, and sat.

For how long, he didn't know.

He sat and watched. Watched how the waters lapped and blew across the winds, watched the moon and felt it rise and fall then rise again, (though maybe it only rose once), watched as in the dark dark pits of voids all above him, a speck of white slowly appeared, then another, then another. He didn't know how much of the scene was in his head and how much of it was truly real, but every one of them he fel with his every nerve. Like it was sparking something electric in his brain. Like he was a child, experiencing the world again for the very first time.

Which is why for a brief moment, when Rin heard footsteps pass by and stop behind him, he hardly paid it any mind. He was already lost. Lost in the nostalgic sky.

It was only later that he recalled the sound and turned his head, but by then the footsteps were far far gone, and Rin came to the conclusion he'd imagined it. He turned back around and the stars were all gone.

No wonder. He'd imagined that too.

Rin sat back so more and watched the moon glimmer.

His phone buzzed. A notification, on the weather for tomorrow, a warning for freezing temperatures. Like it wasn't already cold enough. Rin glanced over it. 8:52.

Rin sat for another minute, and slowly pushed himself up. His feet were barely an inch away from the edge, something Sae would've scolded him for so many years ago. The thought prompted Rin to stick a foot out over the empty space above the waters.

He went back to jump back over the fence and grab his bag.

Not sparing it another glance, he walked away from the terrible place, letting the cold bite into the skin.

By the time he got home, it was 9:15.

Empty silence greeted him at the door.

~

It's so fucking late, Isagi cursed under his breath.

Shit, shit, shit.

When he said he'd be with a friend for the afternoon, his parents just told him to come home before dinner. Now instead of being home for dinner, he'd be lucky if he got there before they went to sleep.

Isagi picked up the pace. But no matter what the freezing cold made him shiver with every step. His wrapped jacket and scarf weren't doing much. Damn useless. It didn't help that it was incredibly dark. So instead of keeping his hands warm in his pockets, one had to be out to shine a flashlight at where he walked. He'd rather not trip on his own feet. And go home covered in mud.

Luckily, once he got to the walkway overlooking the ocean, he was able to put the light away. The moon was lying low on the horizon, shining light onto the landscape, and a few streetlights were actually present here and there. His hands tucked into his pocket.

Isagi breathed, letting out a foggy cool mist, and decided to sprint ever so carefully. Enough so that he was making distance, but slowly to not make the icy winds unbearable, or make his lungs freeze.

But just as Isagi thought of how he was going to apologize when he got home, something crossed his vision. He slowed down.

A head of short black hair, sitting behind the fence (at least, he thinks it's black), tilted upwards to look at the sky. Both of their hands were behind their back to rest against the concrete ground, and their legs were swung over wall.

Isagi ignored them at first, thinking it was just some crazy person sitting out to freeze their ass off. That was until he noticed a bag laying not too far behind the figure, in front of the fence drawn across the walkway.

It looked like Rin's.

He stopped, and glanced back over at the figure. Despite Isagi not being quiet whatsoever, the person didn't pay him any mind. In fact, they hadn't move an inch, still staring at something far away in front of them. Like they were lost in something he couldn't see.

Was that him...?

Isagi shook his head again, immediately dispelling the thought. He sprint forwards and passed the figure quickly.

It probably wasn't. That bag brand was extremely popular; it could be anyone's. And Rin's insane for training in the cold, but he's not crazy enough to be out in below-freezing temperatures. At least, he hope he wasn't.

Isagi ran around the block before realizing he went the wrong way. When he went back to that location, the person was gone. The wall where they sat stayed as silent as it was before, still overlooking the moon that had risen up and up. And right there in the sky, so small that Isagi would have to squint to see, a singular dot of light emerged, the first star of the night. Isagi noticed it as he ran into the distance. Maybe that was what the person was searching for.

The icy, cold winds blew across their empty spot.

[prettybbychim]

looks like i will be.. skipping a lot of dialogue after quickly reading it over or maybe even turning off voice audio entirely this summer event

[tonycries]

A Million Dollar Baby! - N.K.

Synopsis. Turns out, rent can be paid in much more than one way.

Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, landlord! Nanami (kinda), oraI (male + fem), cúmplay, reader’s a tease, unprotected, creampíe, down bad FERAL Nanami, spítting, bréeding, messing up his glasses, pantý-stealing, he’s sweet but fúcks so MEAN, mentions of Higuruma, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.8k (wild)

A/N. Decided it was high time I feed my Nanami girlies hehe.

“Just get the money and go.” Nanami deadpans, like a mantra. Giving a rapt knock on your apartment door, “I swear m’making him buy me lunch for this.”

Now, it wasn’t that Nanami was exactly upset about taking over Higuruma’s landlord duties for the day - no, in fact, he was the first one at his friend’s door with a bag of prescription medicine for the other man’s fever and the suggestion to take the day off.

But it was the thought of finally coming face-to-face with you - that mysterious new tenant that’d just moved into his building. The one that had Nanami wondering whether you were really as “sugary sweet n’ irresistible” as Higuruma raved you were. 

Though, he can’t imagine you’d be particularly happy about being woken up at 10am on a Sunday for overdue rent - he certainly wasn’t.

Seriously, he had no idea how Higuruma managed to do this every-

Click!

“Higu- you’re not Higuruma.”

Oh, and suddenly, Nanami gets it.

If he got to see this view, too, then he might just become the landlord himself.

It’s as if you knew you’d be playing with his sanity as soon as you opened that door, dressed in a fitted t-shirt that did absolutely everything to show off every bit of skin he shouldn’t be looking at. Your lips curving into a sinful little smirk when you notice his eyes dancing off that excuse of fabric you call “shorts”.

“Um…” you hum, after a few moments of silence. Leaning against your wooden door frame to give the tall man an appreciative one-over, “Nanami, right? You’re Higuruma’s friend?”

It’s as if the sound of his own name jolts Nanami right back into his senses, clearing his throat as he readjusts his glasses. “Y-yes. Nanami Kento.” And he winces, fuck he’s never stuttered like this. Never, even in the toughest of board meetings. Yet, here he was - making a fool out of himself. 

Knowing he’s completely fucked when your delicious grin only widens, he bows politely, “Apologies for barging in like this, ma’am. But Higuruma’s sick n’ m’here to collect the rent in his place.”

You wave off his formality, introducing yourself. “Ah, of course. I’ve seen you around, always been too nervous to come up and say hello, though.”

And, suddenly, Nanami’s glad you never came up to him to talk out of your own volition, he thinks he’s rather put off embarrassing himself for later. Coughing softly, “I apologize, s’my fault. It was rude of me to not introduce myself first.”

“Well, better late than never, right?” you continue in your smooth tone. Before your eyes catch down his broad shoulders, the bob of his Adam’s apple, the clipboard held between his long, long fingers. “Right- the overdue rent. I swear, Higuruma’s always such a sweetheart, he doesn’t bother to remind me.” Opening your door wider to give Nanami a good look inside your cozy apartment - something forbidden. “Come in come in, I seem to have lost my wallet somewhere in here though, maybe you can help me find it.”

Oh? 

And Nanami knows this is dangerous. He knows this is much more than his simple plan earlier of just “get the money and go”. He knows that little glint in your eye certainly does not bode well for him as soon as he steps through that door. 

Yet, he answers anyway, “Of course, lead the way.”

Every bit of small talk in your sultry voice has Nanami gulping, loosening his favorite yellow tie while he follows you inside. Averting his eyes from the curve of your shorts, he takes in the neat state of your apartment. 

That is, until-

“Here we are.” you lead him to a towering pile of clothes piled unceremoniously on your tv room couch. Gesturing airily at the mess, “I’m sure I left my wallet in one of my pants, so you can just sit here until I-”

“I’ll do it.” Nanami’s quick answer stuns the both of you momentarily. But before you can resist, he’s shrugging off his jacket, ignoring the heat of your gaze when he bunches up his sleeves to reveal strong, veined forearms. “It’s only fair, since m’bothering you so early.”

You chuckle, “Oh? What a gentleman, we can do it together then, handsome.”

So here he was - sat on your cramped couch, your thighs flush against his, tackling your laundry. This was definitely a far cry from getting the rent and leaving - but, alas, Nanami can’t find it in himself to complain when he neatly folds up your clothes. 

Whereas you were hastily throwing them god-knows-where, hissing, “Where- is it-” 

“Patience.” he’s humming, placing another t-shirt on your coffee table. “Higuruma’s in no hurry, he can barely get out of bed right now.”

You click your tongue in frustration, “But you, Nanami-”

“-are perfectly fine helping you out.” Nanami cuts in, flashing you a gentle smile. Your eyes widen at the sight of a soft dimple at the corner of it. Which makes him tear his gaze from that pretty pout on your lips to turn back to his dwindling half of the pile, “Besides, it would be a shame if such a nice apartment was messed up by- by-”

Fuck. 

Was that what he thought it was?

His fingers tremble, looking so fucking big wrapped around that those tiny strings of hot pink. Sinful. Obscene. Shit, if he tried he could just rip it to pieces with his bare hands right now - even if you’d been wearing it.

“Hm?” you’re gasping at the sight of the man before you, body stiff, ears a guilty red, gaze hardening at where he was holding onto one of your panties. Oh, shit. You pluck the offending piece of material from his hands, “Oh- whoops. Um- that can’t really be folded.” Throwing a wink at the flustered man - and the lingerie right back at him. “Evidently.”

It was all too much for Nanami, and he’s bringing a hand up to cover his blush - before ripping it off like it burned when he realized it was the same hand he held your panties with. 

Somehow, he manages to choke out, “Maybe- maybe we should try looking somewhere else.”

And it was true - the few messy clothes now leftover (and…Nanami couldn’t forget, your underwear) didn’t show any signs of hiding your wallet. 

“If you say so~” you muse, getting up from your seat - only to get down on your knees. Right in front of Nanami’s manspread legs. 

“Wh-what are you-”

“Under the couch.” you interrupt, enjoying this way too fucking much for the poor man’s sanity as you flash him a cheeky grin. And he smacks himself mentally for letting his imagination be toyed by your teasing whims. “I might’ve dropped it under the couch, so won’t you be a dear and help lift it while I look?”

He couldn’t get up fast enough, almost stumbling over his long legs to crouch down beside you - just anywhere away from this scandalous position. “Ready?” Nanami rasps, biceps bulging tight against his button-up when he easily tilts over your couch. 

“More than.” you take a second longer to admire him before going back to your mission.

Which - whatever’s left of the rational part of Nanami’s brain really thinks might just be to drive him insane instead finding that fucking- what was it- wallet? 

“Hmmm seems it’s not here either, right, Ken?” He doesn’t know what he’s reeling at more - the fact that you used his first fucking name or the way you were arched so teasingly like that. On your knees, spine curving into a delicious little bend that has the crotch of his pants growing just a bit tighter. And- shit he was wrong. So, so wrong. Because those weren’t a sinful pair of shorts like he’d initially thought after all, instead, they were more like underwear. Flimsy and thin, bunching up perfectly at the crease of your hips. 

You were captivating. 

At his heavy silence, you bat your lashes so deceivingly innocently, “Oh? Was it the name? Sorry, Nanami, you’ve just helped me so much that it ah- slipped out. I won’t do it again.”

“No.” he grits out, the both of you surprised by the ragged hitch in his answer. Already so disgustingly missing the sound of his first name rolling off your tongue. “I’d like it if you called me that- ‘Ken’ that is, if you want.”

“Well then, Ken.” you brush up unnecessarily against his sculpted body as you move to get up and dust yourself down. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my wallet’s not down there.”

Shit, he thinks, looking down at the empty spot of carpeted floor for the first time. You little tease, you knew what you were doing. 

Grinning unabashedly as you tug on his arm, “Come on! There’s one more place to look.”

As you pulled him along to the kitchen, Nanami had held out the hope that maybe - just maybe - this would be an actual attempt at finally paying off your overdue rent. Maybe he could walk out of this unscathed and holding onto whatever’s left of his dignity (and lacking the raging boner that was threatening against his slacks right now).

But every feeble hope of that was thrown out the window the moment you instructed him to hold the rickety, certainly unsafe chair propped up in front of your counter steady. 

“I swear I must’ve left it somewhere up there.” you grumble. Not wasting a moment before climbing onto it and rifling on top of your high cabinets. “No harm in trying, right?”

He gulps, palms getting sweaty on the wooden back of the chair with the effort to keep it still. “Are you sure you left it on top of there?”

“Huh? Yes yes, of course.” you answer absentmindedly. Your shirt snagging on your arms as you raise them even higher, “Think you can see something from down there?”

If Nanami could see the top of your shelves, then he didn’t want to find out - not when one glance upwards blessed him with a forbidden glimpse right up your t-shirt. All it took was a flash of skin before he was hit with the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“Ken~”

“Fuck!” he breathes, when he looks up involuntarily at the sound of his name. Face burning when you raise a brow, “U-um, m’not sure.” 

Yeah, he sure could see something - hell, he wanted to see more. 

He urgently swipes at the sweat slowly beading at his forehead, immediately regretting his actions when the chair tips ever-so-slightly. “Shit, I apologize, n’ I also apologize for what I’m about to do-” He gasps over your soft yelp, before wrapping two warm hands around the small of your waist. Searing. Soft. Planting you softly on the firm floor like some lil’ ragdoll, “-but I can’t let you put yourself in danger this way.”

Before you know it, you’re back in the safety of the ground. Stood right in front of a determined Nanami as he cranes his head up in your stuffy kitchen, backed up against the counter as he takes over looking for your wallet. 

“Let me, instead.” he grunts. 

But oh even with how genius he thought it was to look instead - even with how he stopped himself from looking at that sinful little slice of heaven - Nanami Kento had another problem. 

A problem that presented itself in the way that your body was pressed flush against his muscled chest, two of your thighs straddling his thick ones. Caged perfectly against him, exactly in the way he shouldn’t have been imagining - but did, anyway. And shit if he angled his body just right he could feel the heat of your core - the way your eager front was drawing in closer. 

“Ah-” he grunts when your soft palm glides lightly across his pecs. Jaw clenching while he tries to blink his hazy eyes back into the glaringly empty top of your cabinets, “My apologies, seems uh- your wallet isn’t- here-” 

Each word is wrenching out of his pretty, worry-bitten lips, a ragged gasp with every accidental brush of the pads of your fingers at the hem of his tight pants. 

“It isn’t there, hm?” you purr, a low honeyed tone that has all the blood in Nanami’s body rushing to his fat cock. “Well what do you suppose we do about that, Ken? Since I can’t pay the rent?”

Nanami doesn’t know whether you’re talking about the rent or that massive tent in his pants he really couldn’t explain away. Instead, he spits, “You knew what you were hah- doing, didn’t you, you lil’ minx? You don’t have your fuckin’ wallet here.”

And the air is so thick, so heady that he can only bring himself to pull away mere millimeters from where he was hovering near your face. 

But even that was too much - and in a split-second, you have your deft fingers wrapped tightly around his speckled tie. “And if I did?” Pulling close enough to ghost your lips against his, “You’re smart, Ken. So m’asking once again, what do you suppose we do about that?”

As if to draw out the answer from him, you’re giving a long, hard drag of your hot cunt along the outline of his swollen cock. You could almost feel every throb and nudge of his veins along the side, and it made you salivate.

“I suppose…” he answers, guttural, like some dark, primal part of himself is peaking its head out with each hot breath fanning your face. A large hand coming up to squish your cheeks into a pretty pout, pursing your lips perfectly for him. “That you hit me if you don’t like this, darling.”

And fuck for all how much of a gentleman Nanami acted - he kissed the exact opposite. All but ruining your lips in such a messy clash of teeth and tongue and him. Devouring you. 

“Fuck- shoulda known.” he’s letting out a humorless laugh, swiping his tongue across your glossy lower lips. “Should’ve known when you invited me in. Such a tease.” Drinking in your breathless moans, sucking on your tongue, “Such a- ngh- horny lil’ thing. This what you wanted all along?”

You hum into the kiss so drunk, “Maybe.” Dancing your hands all across where his toned muscles were fighting against the restraints of his shirt, “But you really can’t blame me.”

And maybe it was true - maybe this was inevitable. Either way, Nanami didn’t know, nor did he really care - not when you were letting out such sweet gasps when he bites down on your bottom lip - just a little punishment. Kissing his way down your heated skin, giving a languid lick at where he suspected that secret sensitive spot on your neck would be. 

“Oh! Ken.” you moan. Bingo. 

He’s unbuttoned his shirt now - or maybe it was you. Fuck, either way you couldn’t tear your eyes off of his pretty washboard abs. Curving and dipping like he was sculpted meticulously. 

And that’s all it takes for your already-dripping cunt to grow impossibly wetter, and he could feel it leaking through those flimsy cotton shorts of yours. Forming a messy sheen right at that damp spot of precum on his pants.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet, my love.” Nanami murmurs, swiping a thumb down that sopping wet slit of yours through your shorts. Just marveling at the way that simple touch makes another wave of your sweet sweet juices bead through the fabric. “Hah, absolutely dripping. This all f’me?”

At your half-delirious nod, he flashes you a smile so handsome that it only makes you squirm more impatiently. “How sweet.” Giving your nose a chaste peck, “So good to me. So needy.”

“You’re the same, though.” you accuse, hotly.

And it’s true - Nanami couldn’t deny the aching need of his cock, the way he all but moans in response, “Then tell me- hngh tell me what you want. I’ll give you- anything-” Managing to get out through hot, sloppy kisses planted right on your wobbly lips, “-anything.”

But, ah, you always did manage to surprise him. And instead of an answer, you’re getting right down on your knees in front of him like you did not too long ago - though, this time, you’re reaching up to fumble with his belt. 

“Wan’ taste you.” you huff when his expensive notches prove too stubborn. “Wan’ feel you in my mouth so bad, Ken.” 

“Oh yeah?” he chuckles darkly, easily loosening his belt and his pants along with it. Rock-hard cock sensitive and just smearing a pool of precum where his fat head springs up to hit your lips. Such a pretty shade of gloss. Nanami laces his hand on your scalp to guide you forwards, slowly, “Then take it. Take it f’me, pretty.”

He was so pretty that you possibly couldn’t not - a delicate blushing red at his very tip, glistening and absolutely soaked in precum down the long path to his creamy base, his heavy balls. So girthy that it made your cunt clench in anticipation.

And then there’s no more talking. Hell, you barely get enough time to admire Nanami’s massive cock before he’s bullying it between your lips. Wetting his thick, angry tip with your saliva, just enough to eye down at the way your lips bulge so prettily around him. 

“Gonna hafta open w-wider if you wanna take me, pretty. Open hah- yeah jus’ like that.” He’s reeling your head back, all the way till you were just kissing at his thick, angry tip. “Now spit on it, my love.”

Despite being the one to say it, Nanami’s mouth drops into a fucked-out little oh! of disbelief when you’re readily decorating his swollen length with a steady stream of spit. Your soft palms smearing the saliva along his length. 

You’re slurring, “After all, I still haven’t found my wallet, right?”

And oh he doesn’t even have to ask for what comes next - doesn’t even have to make a noise. 

Immediately, you take him in inch by fucking inch. The deliciously salty twang taking over your senses, and he’s so hot and heavy over your tongue. Veins pulsing in a dizzyingly throb! throb! throb! against the roof of your mouth.

“Are you- are you sure you can-” You shut up his doubts by rubbing your hot tongue along every sensitive ridge you could reach. Bobbing your head at a quick, ruthless little pace to milk his pretty cock for all he’s worth. 

Nanami’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Was this what heaven felt like? 

“F-fuuuck, oh you-” his words are catching in his throat with each flick of the tip of your tongue against his sensitive slit. Just the way he liked it. “-ngh guess that sharp mouth of yours wasn’t just hah- good for teasing, huh?”

He’s running his mouth a mile a minute - the complete opposite of the reserved man that’d come knocking on your door. Hips grinding up into your warm tongue mindlessly, slow. Languid - like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. “Oh you feel so heavenly- so fuckin’ good it should be illegal.”

You can’t help but bat your teary eyes up at him in response, blinking away the lustful haze to drink in that utterly obscene sight above you. Nanami’s neat, blond hair uncharacteristically disheveled, stray strands sticking to his furrowed brow. Only deepening with each wrecked sigh that leaves his plump lips every time his abs flex with the movement of his fat head hitting the gummy back of your throat. 

He looks so pretty it makes you moan. 

Those electric vibrations going all the way down that wet divot on the tip of Nanami’s painfully hard cock to his heavy balls. 

“Oh shit- shit shit shit feels too good.” his words are slurring together, drunk off the way you gag around him. “Don’t do that don’t-” This only makes you drag your sloppy mouth down him deeper, syrupy moans sticking to

him all the while. 

“Fuck!” Nanami shudders. And he’s pulling you down - hard - barely letting you get a feverish little breath out until your nose is hitting the neat patch of blond at his base. Rubbing up against his toned pelvis. 

Still moving in deep, relentless thrusts inside your gummy cavern. “S’real fuckin’ hard to treat you as nice as I want when you act like that, my love.”

And, of course, the only response he gets are your pathetic, wet gurgles as you take him in faster. Cheeks hollowing to massaging his every sweet spot. Your jaw grinding against his twitching balls with each smack of his hypnotized hips against your mouth, fucking into you the way he wished he could do with your cunt. Frenzied. Sloppy. 

Yeah, this was heaven alright - but you were the fuckin’ devil. 

Of course, you wanted him to treat you like such a slut - so he does. 

Just dragging your stubborn mouth off of his twitching cock, Nanami only reaches down to place an accomplished peck on the pout of your mouth before hoisting you onto the counter. “What? You think I’d really ngh- cum before my darling girl?”

He’s groaning into your mouth, licking at the seam of your candied lips as two strong arms of his spread your legs so far apart it burned. “F-fuck, Ken-”

“Aw look. You’ve got another slutty pair, huh?” he gestures down at the drenched scrap of fabric you so proudly called “panties.” Sliding a thumb underneath to glide it underneath your puffy pussy lips. He’s echoing your sentiment from before, “Said you can’t find your hah- wallet, right?” Well, ya better start makin’ up for that now.”

In all of two seconds, Nanami’s hooking two fingers over your underwear - pulling - ripping. He was right -  Nanami takes a moment to admire your dripping cunt, glistening and needy for him - he could rip those panties right off of you. 

With just one hand pinning you to the cool marble of your counter, the other thumbing open your puffy folds, he’s giving all of your pussy a hot, open-mouthed kiss. 

“Mmm fuck-” he spits into your sloppy hole. Once. Twice. Letting it form a saturated little pool of your juices, before surging back nose-deep with a pained grunt. Again. And again. And again and again- “Jus’ as sweet- as sugary sweet ngh-”

Nanami didn’t think Higuruma knew about this little treasure trove when describing you - though, if he did, then he was well and fully intent on tongue-fucking every little thought out of him right now. 

“Hngh! Shit-” you’re keening when his greedy tongue laps up every bit of your syrupy sweet slick. Alternating - methodically, indecisively - between rolling over your throbbing clit and just dipping into your awaiting entrance. “It feels so- so good, Ken.”

“Yeah that’s right.” he gasps, wrapping those pretty pink lips of his to suck on your clit. Harsh. “Say my name- no, louder. Louder.” 

It’s all you can do to not just scream out his name without your neighbors filing a noise complaint. Dragging your sopping pussy all over his mouth - glistening and obscene right down the bottom half of his face all the way up to smear against his clear glasses. 

Such obscene squelches ring through your kitchen as Nanami keeps making out so messily with your sensitive nub. Ringing in your fucked-out brain, so obscene, so addictive that you barely even register the thick fingers dipping their way around your hole. 

You jolt when the cool metal of his glasses kiss your skin, “O-oh Ken what-” 

“Shhh shhh, darling.” he soothes. The tip of his manicured index circling around your elastic muscle. Hypnotic. “M’gonna take care of you. Gonna take such good-” With this, he’s bullying his fingers inside, “-care of you.”

Tears crinkle at the corners of your eyes at the sheer stimulation. Because for how sweet Nanami was talking you through this, he was absolutely ruthless on your cunt. Not half the man he was this morning - animalistic. Feral, even.

His sharp jaw grinding against your skin, fingers almost a blur with how depraved they were pumping in and out of you. Massaging every hidden corner of your plushy walls, yet you get the feeling that they were calculated. Nanami’s darkened eyes drinking in every whimper and twitch of your body over the glasses inching dangerously downwards. Searching, waiting for that one-

“Ngh!” You worry you’d have fallen off the counter if it wasn’t for Nanami holding you down. Body jolting at sudden electricity running through your veins, “Oh- fuck fuck fuck. Oh my god Ken, there. Right there–”

But before the sentence has even left your heavy lips, he’s hitting your g-spot once more. Easily finding the bullseye that has you bucking and arching into his mouth like such a slut. 

And this time - Nanami lets you use his mouth all you want. The fingers splayed out to pin you down moves to toy with your puffy clit. Rolling between his fingers while he hisses out syrupy sweet praises, “Shit, never liked m’name that much- ngh- but it sounds so pretty on your lips. So sweet. So- oh-” 

The sight of your cunt just beading with need has him kissing it once more. All over your sensitive nub, your ravaged hole, hell, even down to the mess of slick dripping down at your thighs. Faster. Sloppier. No rhythm or rhyme anymore. 

“M’so close.” you whine, weaving your fingers through his blond hair to help ride his face easier. Jolting with each purposeful flick of his tongue. “Gonna cum, Ken.”

“Cum then.” he answers, simply, grinning a guiltily glossy grin, “You’ve got a lot to make up for, right?”

And then you do - stars behind your eyes and that little nickname you’d made Nanami in your mouth. Over and over while he tonguefucks you through your high. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck–” you whine, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks eat time he swiped at your sensitive spots, dragging it out longer. Until your soft whimpers were drowning out the squelches from below. Until you were blinking your spotty vision back. Until you were squirming your hips higher up the counter to pull away from Nanami’s unforgiving tactics. “M’too sensitive- Nana-”

He tuts, interrupting your orgasm-drunk babbles, “Tha’s not what you call me.” Pulling away just enough to hum, “All I did was eat this pretty cunt out, darling n’ you already forgot my name?”

You shiver - both at his mean little tone and the absolutely sinful sight between your shaky thighs. Nanami’s lips plump and irritated, eyes foggy - glasses even more so with all the sloppy dredges of spit and your slick.

Shit, you think he’s never looked prettier. 

“Is that so?”

It’s all you hear before you’re hit with his glasses being gently placed onto your nose bridge - followed shortly by the realization that oh, you said that out loud. But Nanami basks in your sudden shyness, giving your lips a chaste, lingering peck. “You dirtied my glasses, y’know. Now you have to make up for that on top of the rent.”

And by the feeling of his thick tip kissing at your pussy lips, you had a very good idea about how you’d be making up for it. Making a mess. Sliding the curve of his head up and down. Up and down up and down up and-

“B-but don’t forget.” you manage to grit out by the time he’s nudging his divot against your clit. “You have to make- hah- make up for-” 

In a fluid motion, you’re reaching your fingers to dig into the irresistible tan skin at his hips, all hard muscle and the thick fabric of where he’d pulled his pants down just enough. You press down on his bulging back pocket, smirk growing at the familiar flash of hot pink you could spy, “-my panties.”

The moment the obscene little accusation leaves your lips, you give a soft tug forwards. Nanami’s towering body being pulled easily to push his weeping tip past your puffy folds. 

“F-fuck.” he’s throwing his head back at the feeling. “You hngh- saw, huh?”

Oh, if he hadn’t been imagining this the moment he’d stepped inside your apartment then Nanami thinks he might’ve just passed out right then and there. 

Because you were so warm, so addictive wrapped around his cock - even when he’s barely even in. That he just has to keep going - after all, it’s for the rent, right?

It’s what he likes to think.

It’s what he whispers - over and over into your open mouth as he bullies his thick cock past your gummy entrance. Letting your plush walls suck the ever-loving soul out of him with each lazy, lingering grind just to fit himself inside. 

“O-oh! Shit-” your nails leave jagged red marks down Nanami’s broad shoulders when he stuffs you full. Desperate. “Y-you’re so big, Ken–” 

At this, you feel Nanami’s girth grow even wider, stretching your walls until it felt like he was molding your poor pussy to the shape. Just reaching into your lungs. You squeal, “Wait- you got bigger- what-”

“I know I know, You got it, my love.” he’s soothing your cries with sugary kisses at the corners of your mouth. Drawing slow, methodical circles on your clit in time with his experimental thrusts. “You got it. You can take it. Shhh shh-” He’s drinking in your cute mewls, cupping your pretty face with his free hand, “You’ll take it right? All of it, like my good girl? You’ve gotta make up for it, right?” At your delirious nod, “Words, pretty.”

“Yes, please.” You buck your hips in a sultry tandem matching his, the cool frame of his glasses still kissing at your skin. “M’gonna take it all like your good girl, Ken.”

Shit, he can feel himself growing even bigger just halfway into you, “Then-” Angling your teary face down to watch the mess down below. The way your greedy cunt was trying to milk each and every inch of him like it was delicious. “-look.”

You can’t tear your eyes away as he delves into you so filthy. 

Not waiting for your pathetic whines about him being “too big” - no, Nanami’s only pulling you back from escaping like some sextoy - his favorite one. Still toying sweetly with your clit while he pushes against that feeble ring of resistance. Once. Twice. Thrice. 

“Ken!” you’re yelping out when he finally bottoms out. Your swollen folds meeting his drenched hilt, blond tufts of hair brushing up against your pelvis. Sighing, ”Finally.”

“Finally?” he’s dragging out his words with an already-crooked, pussydrunk grin. Eyes wild - bewildered almost at how well you were taking him. “S-seriously? Did you say ngh- ‘finally’, my girl?” Each word has him tapping more strength behind those thrusts, faster. Harder. Spitting out so contendly, “Finally- hah. Such a slut f’me, hm?”

He’s plunging into you like such an animal right now, so harsh that it was almost difficult to pull back. To dare subject himself to not be buried inside your dripping cunt for even a split-second. 

In response, you lick a long stripe up the sensitive area of his neck, splaying out a hand to squeeze Nanami’s pec - and the rapid heartbeat you felt beneath it. “You’re not- ngh- any better.”

“I know.” Nanami leers, unabashedly kneading at your sore tits now. Fucking you harder and harder into the counter. Connecting his sweaty forehead with yours to look you right in the eyes as he gruffs, “I’ve been thinking about fucking this pretty cunt as soon as you opened that door, y’know.”

You feel his cock twitch wildly at the confession, dragging against your gummy walls with his tip. Hitting - oh-so-expertly - that one sensitive honeypot of nerves. Which makes Nanami’s mouth fall slack with what a treasure you were. 

“Y-you’re such a-” you’re moans are syrupy and slurring together now. Holding onto the larger man for dear life, “such a pervert, Ken.”

Shit, you were squeezing around him so hard that it was almost impossible to pull out. Abs straining to keep up the loud staccato of skin-against-skin, and Nanami’s long, jagged rams inside your wet heaven.

Nanami’s nosing down your pulse, letting his hot tongue loll out to catch the salty drops of your tears, “Mhm, only for hngh- you. Because you’re my girl now, aren’t ya?”

So easy for him to trawl out those addictive moans with each drag of the upwards curve of his fat cock. Thick tip hitting your g-spot, your cervix - as if he was branding his name into your pretty pussy from the inside. Sloppy. 

Leaving a bruising little Kento. With his erratic fingers pinching and rolling your clit at the same feverish tempo of his cock bullying inside your cunt - Kento. With his heavy balls smacking against your ass, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure all the way up to his sensitive slit, rubbing up against your succubus walls - Kento. With the way your heels were now digging into those dimples at the bottom of his spine, sure to leave marks with the way you were pulling him impossibly closer. So needy - Kento.

Only getting sloppier. The only thing in your mind right now - Kento Kento Kento-

So, really, it makes sense when that’s the only thing you’re capable of getting out once you cum. It sneaks up on you at first, and then all at once - and before you know it, you’re cumming so desperately all over Nanami’s relentless cock. 

Over and over.

Your thighs spasming, such a slutty ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth with each wave of pleasure he’s forcing out of you by targeting your ravaged g-spot. Only a few more of those sloppy, mean thrusts left in the man himself before Nanami’s spilling into your greedy cunt. 

Painting your gummy walls white with each painful squeeze of his balls, he’s still thrusting - as if on instinct. Shoving his seed deeper and deeper down your cum-filled hole until he’s sure it’s overfilled. 

By god were you a vision, he’s thinking deliriously. Tears pooling at your eyes, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth, throat to shoot to do anything but whimper when he keeps going in and out in and out in and-

And if he angled his head just right, he could see the hot globs of cum that take to trickling out from your puffy folds, pooling at a mouthwateringly creamy base around his hilt.

“Ah,” Nanami wastes no time squeezing his index into your already-bulging entrance, pumping the cum slobbering out back in. “Better- hah- better not waste any-” He could barely speak right now, cumming harder than he has in his whole life - in fact, his overworked cock was still shooting out wispy spurts of his seed. Like he couldn’t stop. “-after all, y’haven’t made up for all the overdue rent yet, my love.”

A/N. Concept inspired by this NSFW audio by IchigekiVA that my friend sent me <3

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What new addition would make your Tumblr experience so much better?

⁽ @hellsbroadcaster ⁾ ― ： meme. from here .

honestly? nothing all too much would go about making the experience better. considering the fact that actually I have been roleplay for a good portion of, what? 5+ years? I took a very long break at random times and even more randomly would pop back up to prove I'm alive. and every time I came back something was different about how Tumblr ran things, how other stuff happened- graphics, all that fun jazz. usually if something happened that I didn't care for, Xkit was usually there to help fix the mess in some regard. I think just bringing back regular trimming of posts would make things a lot easier, or the formatting of posts from before. It's pretty annoying having to either send a reply, or post it in drafts to try and trim it so it doesn't look like a complete mess on my end!

but in the end thats just formatting and making things look pretty. all in all when it comes to having better experiences on tumblr is meeting and interacting with nice people! I have met a lot of friends on tumblr and still keep in contact a handful even after the years passed. I think the people are the best part of tumblr, it always makes me super happy whenever I return from a hiatus and people I've roleplayed with immediately remember me and are happy.