#Also I whipped out this art in a single day I'm so proud :^)

[chrisbangsbf]

you look good enough to eat

Chan/Hyunjin

Explicit | 1,666 words

Tags and Warnings: vampire chan x gore whore hyunjin, blood and gore, blood drinking, biting, cock biting, painplay, referenced knifeplay, wounds and injury, consensual kink, established relationship, Dom/sub undertones, switches hyunchan

AO3 link

"You look good enough to eat." Hyunjin snarls, lips in an evil smirk as he eyes the masterpiece he's created in front of him. 

Chan is kneeling, hunched over in front of Hyunjin's feet, gashes creating beautiful crimson art across his back and shoulders, all the way down to the swell of his ass. There's a stark pool of blood under his pale naked body as well, and the artist in Hyunjin is so very pleased. Proud of his knife work. Ogling the split open flesh like it's a dessert he wants to dig his tongue into.  

"So, so beautiful," Hyunjin whispers, digging his fingers into one particularly harsh wound on Chan's spine. His fingers get covered in blood and he grins wider, watching closely as Chan writhes in pain yet he doesn't make a single sound. "My beautiful, sweet, delicious Channie." 

Chan must be in excruciating pain, Hyunjin knows. But that's what makes it so exhilarating to toy with him. Being able to do as he pleases, even amongst a creature that could kill him in an instant... one that can never die… The power makes every nerve in Hyunjin's body feel like a live wire, sparking with a dangerous amount of electricity. 

Unlike Hyunjin, whose body is covered in scars of all shapes and sizes, from not only his own doing but Chan's as well, Chan's body will go completely back to normal eventually. The wounds will heal within days, and the scars will become nearly invisible after a few weeks. He loves this kind of treatment anyway, downright begs for it sometimes, even. To have Hyunjin cut him up and whip him until his body is covered in deep purple bruises and tender welts. 

It's all part of their exchange; Chan likes the taste of Hyunjin's blood, and Hyunjin likes to beat the shit out of Chan. Chan likes being beat the shit out of, and Hyunjin likes being sucked dry (in more ways than one). It works for them. 

And not to mention, they're also just totally, utterly in love. A gore whore and a vampire. The perfect match.

Hyunjin hums and smears the trickling blood across Chan's ass, soothes the raw skin for a moment before landing a solid smack against it. Chan's whole body jerks forward from the weight of it and Hyunjin sees the way his face twists from the nearly unbearable pain. And if he's not mistaken, he also finally hears a small whimper from below. 

"Did I hear something?" Hyunjin quickly grabs a thick chunk of Chan's hair and yanks his head back harshly. He watches his eyebrows scrunch, brilliant red eyes looking up at him, brimming with unshed tears.

Chan doesn't speak for a moment, undoubtedly too distracted by the stinging in his scalp and also the flood of embarrassment rocking through him. 

"Answer me," Hyunjin hisses, voice stern. Chan whines, and he sounds positively pathetic. It makes Hyunjin's cock twitch. 

"I'm sorry, I–" Chan begins, but the grip on his hair tightens and he falters for a moment. "–I didn't mean to," he swears, voice wet and desperate. His arms tremble where he's holding himself up, and suddenly Hyunjin's hand is releasing his hair and cupping his cheek instead, shushing him gently. It's like experiencing whiplash. 

Chan can't help but to lean into the touch, even after everything. Hyunjin laughs, cold. 

"I should punish my plaything for disobeying." Hyunjin smears the blood below Chan's nose with his thumb and dips it between his equally bloody lips. Chan shakes, eyes pleading as he sucks around it. "But I won't, since you owned up to it like such a good boy," Hyunjin adds before moving away completely, leaving Chan there on his hands and knees as a sob escapes his throat. 

Tears drip down Chan's face at the loss. He feels extra sensitive, extra hungry, and he knows Hyunjin must feel a little bad for him because he's soon sitting on the floor next to him and pulling Chan into his lap. He's given a slow kiss, lazy like Chan isn't still actively gushing blood from several wounds across his body. There's no urgency behind Hyunjin's movements, and Chan can feel the lust swirling hot and heavy in his gut. 

Fingers are pushed back into his mouth when sits back, blood slick and gritty from where Hyunjin must have wiped some up off the grimy floor, and Chan moans out loud at the taste. He must admit, his own blood doesn't taste that great, being dead and all that, but the fact that Hyunjin gets off on this as much as he does makes everything worth it. 

Chan laps the digits clean and melts under Hyunjin's praise and the headiness of pain, gladly spits into the other's palm when he offers it and lets him wrap his soiled hand around both of them to jerk them off. Chan's eyes fall to his long, slender, beautifully ruined fingers as he works them until Chan's squirming in his lap.

When they'd first gotten together, before they'd created the beautiful mess they have now, Chan had offered to file his teeth so that he wouldn't hurt Hyunjin. He’d even promised that they’d come back and sharpen over time. Horrified, Hyunjin had told him absolutely not, that his fangs were a beautiful part of him. Chan had felt fond then, growing even more so when he'd discovered just how much Hyunjin got off on his gentle nips and bites. That he got off even harder to the harsher ones, and harder still when he'd get to watch Chan rip some poor bastard's throat out. 

Now, with his teeth sunk into the squishy flesh of Hyunjin's neck, he feels overwhelmed with gratitude. He tastes so sweet, so sultry, so smooth and energizing. His own personal energy drink. 

"You're so pretty, Jinnie," Chan says as he leans back, blood trickling down his chin as he runs a fingertip up the center of Hyunjin's bruised sternum. "Always so pretty for me. You're my pretty little gore whore, aren't you?" 

Hyunjin makes a strangled noise as Chan dips forward to lick a flat stripe over a pair of puncture wounds right above his collarbone. “Yeah," he moans. The sting feels so good he's surprised his achingly hard dick hasn't betrayed him and came yet. Especially after getting to spend so much time carving Chan's beautiful body to his heart's content.  "All yours." 

Chan chuckles darkly, sucking up a little mouthful of his lover's blood, reveling in the sweet metallic taste against his tongue as he swishes it around in his mouth for a moment before leaning forward to grab Hyunjin's chin. He squeezes his mouth open and Hyunjin immediately sticks his tongue out for Chan to spit it all into his mouth. 

Chan almost hates to let the sweet flavor go, but thinks it's worth it to see the other's teeth stained red and still have the pleasantly bitter aftertaste on his tongue. 

Hyunjin swallows and lets out a groan that nearly makes Chan snap. He glances down to where he's still working his hand up and down their lengths and finds himself salivating. Wanting more. Needing more. 

"Can I suck you off?" Chan begs, voice hoarse from abuse. Hyunjin's cock is beautiful, he thinks, even covered in a sticky layer of blood like this. Especially then, to be honest. 

"Fuck– yeah, baby, go ahead," Hyunjin curses, nodding as Chan groans and slips himself back onto the floor to take Hyunjin into his sore mouth.

The inside of Hyunjin's thighs are still painted red from Chan fucking into him earlier, and Chan's fingers equally as messy as he grips onto his hips and wraps his lips around his cock. He absolutely doesn't mind the teeth, either. He scrapes the tips of his fangs against the other's shaft and revels in how Hyunjin hisses and bucks deeper into his throat.

Hyunjin leans back, naked back meeting the cold puddle of blood below them, crusting into the tips of his hair as Chan pulls him apart. 

The smell is intoxicating – Hyunjin's arousal and sweat smells heavenly, enough on its own to make Chan leak desperately despite the fire dancing across his skin, but the blood only enhances that. Makes Chan feel feral with desire.

When Chan bites down just enough at the base of his cock for it to bleed, Hyunjin comes suddenly with a shout, burying himself deep in Chan's throat as his body pulls tight and shudders.

Blood and cum fill Chan's mouth and he chokes on it, making him splutter grossly until Hyunjin's yanking him off and digging his nails into his scalp with a hiss of overstimulation. He swallows hard, sniffling the snot away and instead running a finger through the gathered blood between the base of Hyunjin's cock and balls before sucking into his mouth to fill the void. 

Hyunjin smirks and drags his nails down to dig into Chan's shoulder blade, which only adds to the pleasure building in Chan's abdomen. 

The sweet taste of Hyunjin's blood on his tongue in combination with the sting from his nails and how furiously he pumps his cock over Hyunjin's limp body is all it takes for Chan to come too. He shoots out over Hyunjin's balls, cursing as finally gets to milk himself dry after being riled up for so long. His brain blanks for a moment as he comes back to his body – then he proceeds to collapse on top of Hyunjin with a defeated huff.

Hyunjin laughs, almost hysterically, as he reaches up to run his fingers through Chan's blood-stained hair. He smiles, teeth showing and eyes crinkling as Chan leans down to kiss him. Slow and deep. 

Chan ends up laughing too, between kisses, and as they lay there covered in spit and blood and cum, he whispers right up against Hyunjin's pulse point, teeth scraping the delicate skin, "See, now you're the one that looks good enough to eat."

[scientested]

music commentary #12: a tale of two r's

as you can tell i was quite lazy with the album cover but it works

i sure whipped out this album fast huh!! rochester rutherford brainrot is real.....

hrm... this video has three more songs that i didn't make separate videos for so i'll talk about those in order of appearance...

reconstruction and repair is a ruther song!! it is about the service he provides to the robots... he has a gross little workshop (affectionate, but i do picture it being pretty gross. no windows) and he fixes up robots in there. the song has this repetitive/punctual vibe to me... which is fitting because he does this Every Single Day. just fixin up robots. the music box-like instrument kind of sounds metal-ish to me which i think is fitting considering what he's doing

asphyxia requiem is another ruther song... this is another old song like repressed memory, but it's only really lightly remixed... i basically just changed the main instrument, made it more echoey, and slipped a ruther leitmotif into the background. this is actually less of a ruther song and more of a song about People In His World Dying Due To Asphyxiation, but i did want to put his leitmotif in there because he is kind of indirectly responsible for that

nothing compares is another rochester song! it's something that i imagine could play in an advertisement in his city... it also could just be a general theme for his city as well i think. so it's very upbeat! the title Is also a pizza tower reference so there's that

oh also... i posted entropic imbalance already but i never made commentary on it so i will here. entropic imbalance is a rochester song that sounds pretty drastically different from the rest of his songs. this is because it's mostly about entropy, which is a spooky entity that is "haunting" him... i don't know much of the details of it yet but since rochester likes order/things not changing, entropy is naturally something that scares him. entropy is also a synonym for chaos, so i wanted to reflect that in the song... very crunchy! the melodies specific to entropy don't repeat much either to reflect that chaotic vibe. the title is also a reference to another song i've been listening to, which is called "entropic equilibrium"

uhhh here are some notes i left in a google doc while i was trying to figure out the structure of the album:

and here is a silly doodle related to the fact that nothing compares is a pizza tower reference (with the original image it's referencing):

i also have more to say about the leitmotifs and would like to go in-depth about them, but i'm going to save that for a separate post (coming soon... hopefully!)

What I don't like: hm... i think asphyxia requiem kind of sticks out a bit quality-wise... the instrument that has ruther's leitmotif isn't as audible without headphones as i would like it to be, and i also feel like that instrument maybe comes in and out a bit abruptly. also i forgot the crack in ruther's glasses in the album art but i'm too lazy to edit it in. ruther's songs also generally feel a bit weaker than rochester's do in my opinion

What I like: everything else?? there are some real bangers on this album?? i'm pretty proud of this one! also it's pretty complex considering how quickly i made it but i also just tend to make things quickly if i'm really fixated on them. anyway i really like this album, it's a good one and i feel like i utilized the leitmotifs well

[marveltmntgirl]

Name: Nylla, like (Va)nilla. No last name, duh

Age: ok get ready... 1,000+, BUT, BUT!!! Mentally like a PTSD ridden 17 year old :)

Height: ok, get ready... 6'0" :) Raph loves a tall queen. (he's 5'4" in my mind okay let me have this short king)

Species: Angel 🫨

Appearance:

Picrew is Astrolavas’ Maker 2.0

Important Features: Ugh she's so pretty. Anyway- long, LONG black hair in box braids (Picrew didn't have the option but you get the idea, it's voluminous). She can tie them up or have them whipping around, whatever she wants. Sharp, bright blue eyes, dark skin, wide nose, full lips. Big angel wings ofc. STRONG BODY!! She's got broad shoulders and MUSCULAR arms!! This is important to me!!

Personality: Solemn, patient, strong-willed, protective, deeply caring (she cares so much), passionate

Relationships

Raph - Sees bits of herself in Raph and in his passion to protect, the first person in a long time to challenge her and get her to open up— uh oh, what are these feelings??

Leo - she sees much of his father in him, is proud of his rise to leadership

Mikey - Cares for him in an almost-mom way, sees how he wants to be the 'fixer' of the family but is suffering from a lack of acknowledgment

Donnie - admires his intellect, is worried that he leaves his heart too unguarded

Splinter - best friend and also weirdly a father figure to her, they chat over tea every day 💅

Casey - Raph's twin, in a bad way. Please stop encouraging him

April - Doesn't dislike, but doesn't connect to very much

Shredder - Disappointed, despises, gets a little shaken up by several times

Karai - Too far gone, doesn't consider part of the family to protect

Omorfiá - Oh dear, a human disaster. Leo, get away from her.

Grace - Approves, thinks shes very sweet, becomes a mother-like figure to

Bláthanna - Oh no another human disaster— Mikey get away from her.

Abilities:

Flight (duh)

Invisibility

Minor wound healing

Creation Backstory:

I... don't remember exactly how I came up with Nylla. I guess the first two are more special to me :) (jk jk)... tbh I just wanted to make two characters to pair with Raph and Mikey, partly for online RP and partly to complete the set... this may be why these two feel a bit different to me. I'm not even sure how old I was when I made them, I might have been 14-15...

She was, once again, inspired by a single picture, a Valkyrie type fan art. Originally this was an angel character wearing armor and with blonde hair. I held on to the blonde hair for a bit before thinking... "Why would she have blonde hair?? She's not wearing wigs or getting it done??" So I changed that to braids, and that has remained fairly consistent. As with most of my characters, once I found a Picrew that could capture my mental picture, Nylla came together visually through that.

Nylla went through a few shifts in clothing. At first I kept her in her inspiring-image outfit of some sort of chest-plate armor. Then I kind of figured that wouldn't work in her past or present, so I changed it to a kimono for missions and a sort of modern-japan styled outfit for downtimes. Later on I was kind of never using the downtime clothing so I narrowed it down to one outfit: a white and black keikogi and black jika-tabi (yeah... I do my research)

Another change was she used to have a sword that was only sharp, or something stupid like that, in her hands (mjolnir much?). I ended up dropping that too.

She started as a MAJOR pick-me. Like, wow, it was bad. It might still be bad. I'm trying to tone it down. But she's always been a protective figure and ingrained in the Hamato history since the beginning. And I mean the BEGINNING. But the mix of her backstory and wanting to be accepted in the present family resulted in some... bad moments. Horribly cringy. It's a hard balance. I kind of just had to chill her out and work out the flaws in her personality (and also... grow up a bit myself, I was probably projecting).

Now I would say... Nylla is still one of the toughest and arguably more complex characters to write, with her apprehension to open up emotionally due to past pains, but also her desire to have close connections because she broke the "angel rules" and had close connections in the first place. But she is also incredibly fun, a badass, and is a vehicle for emotional maturity and themes of motherhood and the trials and different forms of love and how grief can change you throughout your life, and what that could look like if you've loved for 1,000 years...

Sorry, I started rambling. I kinda tapped into my older sibling/parentification energy writing her :,)

Nylla can fly. Of course, she's an angel. She can also turn invisible. I felt like that would be interesting and also kind of make sense, since angels aren't supposed to be seen, but they stick out pretty obviously. So, invisibility :) Technically, it's just them shifting into a different light spectrum than the human eye can see, if you wanna know the fictional science. Healing, well... shes an angel, and a protector, she has to bring something to the table. It does have its limitations. She can only heal surface wounds of minor to medium size, it's gonna scar, and it takes her energy to do it so she has a limit to what she can heal in a day. She cant heal illnesses or terminal sickness either.

Developing most characters of mine kind of goes with the thought process "okay, REALISTICALLY, how would this affect their appearance/personality". And seeing some online theories regarding the MCU's Falcon and his INSANE core strength to be able to fly... I came to the logical conclusion that Nylla is hella jacked :) and thus came to the even more logical and almost canon conclusion that Raph loves buff women. You're welcome.

Because she's very involved in the daily lives of the Hamato's, she has to live close by. I always had her living in the higher levels of the Dojo tree (from the 2012 show) and that's kind of stuck ever since. I just think it's so fun... her setup is almost treehouse like, with a platform made of salvaged wood and a suspended canopy bed, and her few belongings scattered about in open boxes. Homeless aesthetic :)

I made Nylla with the intention of her eventual romance with Raph, so their relationship was already in mind with her creation, but it went through a lot of changes in dynamic. It's a tricky thing to work with an ageless character who's supposed to be romantically involved with a far younger, aging being. It's hard to not dip into the weird Edward x Bella vibes. My only excuse is... I made her when I was a preteen, so... it wasn't intended to be creepy? I just wanted her to be cool.

I think now I have it settled, and have always had this in mind, that Nylla and Raph's relationship is a slow one that never really "happens" (i.e., real big romantic gestures don't happen) until years after their initial meeting. It starts with an initial distrust and distance between them that is slowly bridged with mutual challenge of their characters and beliefs, mutual love for their family, understanding and connection over their passionate and protective natures, and a friendship that grows deeper and more intimate over time.

I really enjoyed weaving her into the Hamato storyline up to the present day. I don't remember if her story was always so heartwarming and also tragic, but it ended up becoming a really sweet found-family/outliving said family as an immortal kind of story. My favorite parts to write/think about are flashbacks to Japan and her old life there...

Spin offs:

SEVEN YEARS — I haven't written Nylla's part for Seven Years yet, but it will most likely keep close to her original story with themes and notes. A protector, forbidden/long simmering affection, etc.

A KNIGHT TO REMEMBER — This is also not written yet but I have sat on this story idea for years. I just love the idea of Nylla as a knight (maybe a nod back to her inspiring picture) escorting a haughty prince through the snowy forests... the VIBES...

If I had to describe Nylla in one word: Muscles 😳

If I had to decribe Nylla in three words: Buff mom friend

[alexiealducsdrawings]

“My hand closed instead around cold metal, and I drew out a fist-sized lump of… I think it must have been copper or bronze, and had been roughly carved into the shape of a heart, but like a real heart, not like a Valentine’s one. It was cold to the touch, like it had just come out of a freezer, and it almost stuck to my skin. Engraved on the side was the name “Alan Parfitt”, the letters carved in with machine-like precision. That was the last sign of Alan I ever found. As far as I’m aware he’s never been seen since.“

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“ Ma main s’est plutôt refermée sur du métal froid, et j’en ai ressorti une masse de la taille d’un poing de...je crois que ça devait être du cuivre ou du bronze, et elle avait été grossièrement sculptée en forme de cœur, mais un vrai cœur, pas comme un cœur de Saint-Valentin. Il était froid au toucher, comme s’il sortait tout juste d’un congélateur, et il m’a presque collé à la peau. Sur le côté était gravé le nom ‘’Alan Parfitt’’, les lettres creusées avec la précision d’une machine. C’est le dernier signe d’Alan que j’ai trouvé. Autant que je sache il n’a jamais été revu depuis.“

[blackberry-gingham]

okay so this is probably an extremely weird idea... but high school ah, right? readers a hockey player, paul's a figure skater- i'm a big fan of the beatles and hockey and thought of this so 😅 anyways, love your writings ❤️

SKSKSKALSL LMAOOO this is not a weird ask!! I'm a hockey fan too actually 😂✌🏻 In fact, this use to be a hockey/art blog before I it converted lol. And also, Paul would totally be a figure skater like... I can just see it so clearly lmao.

Oh but before I begin, ik you didn't specify reader's gender here and you guys know I do gender neutral reader when I can, but I feel like smashing some hockey related gender norms, so I hope it's cool with you all if I do a badass, hockey playing, female reader for this one 😌

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With a heave, you push open the big, double door to your school's practice ice, and a blast of crisp, winter scented air rushes over you. You are the only girl on your school's hockey team, and it feels like the odds are against you.

You're tough, a good shot, and fast, but you still feel like you have a lot to prove. The accuracy of that sentiment is highly debatable, but nonetheless, extra practice never hurts.

Today you've just brought your skates, stick, and a weighted vest for speed drills. It's long after school hours by now, but as a member of the team, you can swipe into the rink anytime you want. That being said, the last thing you were expecting was to find the ice occupied...

The sound of shredding ice snaps your attention to the rink, and there you see a lone boy on skates, tearing it up.

He looks about your age, and if he's in here then he must go to your school... So why don't you recognize him?

You set down your equipment and lace up your skates, pretending to be occupied while you stare.

His strides are long and measured, with a grace you haven't quite seen before. He's wearing a leotard in your school's colors, and the spandex only accents his long, delicate legs as he goes around and around, somewhere between gliding and flying as he goes through a routine of tricks and moves.

He jumps once through the air with impressive form and lands squarely in the center of the ice. You're already feeling quite impressed by the show he's given so far, and you rise to give some polite applause at this last move. But then, you're cut off as he draws up to his full height and launches himself into a spin, perfectly contained to one spot.

As his arms draw in, he goes faster and faster until he's nothing more then a rotating column. Slowly, he drops down to a one legged crouch, his lifted skate held out in front of him with both hands as he arches forward to reach. By now, you feel dizzy just looking at him, but when he springs up over a foot in the air, completing two more aerial spins before landing perfectly on a single skate...

Well, you’re blown away.

To celebrate, you congratulate him like any true hockey fan would. You pound on the glass as hard and as loud as you can, being sure to accompany it with whoops and cheers of admiration. However, the sound of all your ruckus must’ve taken him by surprise, as the figure skater whips around all too fast and slips into a nasty looking fall.

“Shit”, you mutter. Without a moment to lose, you rush down the ramp and onto the ice with your skates thankfully all ready to go. Showing your best hustle, you skate over just as the young man begins to stir. You come to a full stop, trying not to spray him in ice, and drop down to see if he’s alright.

He groans, and sits up slowly, rubbing at his hip, “I’m fine, thanks...”

The British accent takes you by surprise, but you put it aside for now, “Here, let me help you to the bench”. Without giving him much of a wait, you lift him up to his feet easily with fairly impressive strength and help him off the ice while he tires to hide a blush.

Once you’re both settled down, Paul finally takes a moment to get a good look at you. The first thing he notices is your skates. “So... You’re on the, uh hockey team?”

A jolt of excitement goes through you as you assume he is knowledgeable on the topic. Finally, a guy who gets you. You launch into a hyper jabber, telling him all sorts of secular, hockey related things like your name, your jersey number, your position, and the drills you’re here to practice.

Paul has no idea what you’re talking about. In fact, he hardly knows the name of the sport to be quite honest, considering it’s not at all popular back in England... But, you seem so excited, what with your sweet smile and the gleam in your eyes, he can’t bring himself to interrupt you.

“Anyway, sorry, I’m talking too much”, you laugh.

“No no, it’s alright! It’s nice to meet such a passionate person”, he smiles. “Oh, um I’m Paul by the way! I uh, just moved here with my family a few weeks ago”

Well you figured as much, but you’re excited to get to know him more. After all, he seems quite nice, and you admit, you are rather curious about him...

Paul tells you a bit about his background in Liverpool to start off, but he quickly cuts to his passion for figure skating and how he got started in that. He tells you all about the his competitions and medals and how he’s hoping to take his dreams to the pros here in the States.

You listen intently, clinging to every word. Of course you were curious at first, but who would’ve thought he’d be so amazing to boot? You had no idea you were practically talking to a superstar.

Paul humbly denies the title, but he can’t help but feel quite proud of himself under all your attention. To be honest, he was rather worried he’d have a hard time finding his place in an American school, making friends and all that... But imagine his surprise to be here, not even one week into his school career, being fawned over by the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. 

When the conversation hits a bit of a slump, Paul starts up a new topic, “So, what kind of moves have you got out there? I’d imagine there’s quite a bit of fancy footwork that goes into your game... Maybe you could teach me a few things, eh?”, he smiles encouragingly and give a little chuckle as he bumps your shoulder.

You laugh nervously, “I think it’d be quite the opposite if anything... I’m pretty fast, but that’s about all I have going for me in terms of skating”, you look away and kick as a small pile of snow in front of you.

“Aw, well that’s an easy fix! Tell you what, how about I’ll show you some moves, and you can show me a bit about hockey afterwards!”, his hazel eyes beam at you, and you must admit, that would be a rather sweet deal...

You agree, and next thing you know, you’re both off onto the rink. Paul teaches you a little bit about spins, just some basic moves for maneuvering around others, and as well as helping you fine tune your backwards skating. 

“Here, like this...”, he lets go of your hands and instead tries to approach this by holding you from behind. Paul takes a firm grip on your waist, his fingers long and delicate as they curl around you, “Now, just move your feet like I do...”

The rest of his instructions are drowned out by the pounding in your ears and you hope against hope that you can pass off the redness in your cheeks as the touch of the cold. But, without even realizing, Paul is leading you through a smooth back skate... And just as you do realize, he lets you go and the surprise throws you off balance.

You tread some ice and slip backwards. Paul catches you, but it doesn’t do much good as he ends up going down as well. You land right on top of him, the two of you left with the wind knocked out of you. Thankfully you come to your senses in a jiffy and you roll over to check on Paul, to find yourself mere inches away from his pretty face.

He blinks a few times and shakes his head out a little before focusing on you with a little pout, “Now that’s the second time you’ve knocked me off my feet today”. You’re about to apologize, when his sad little face cracks into a sly smirk, “I hope this doesn’t come to be a pattern...”, he winks at you.

You gasp and bat at his chest as you push yourself up, a severe blush and an incredulous laugh escaping you. Paul shoots up to sit, “Where are you going!”, he laughs.

“I think we’ve had enough practice for one day”, you turn around, trying but failing to suppress your laughter. 

“Well hold on, how about some ice cream or something at least!”

Paul chases after you like a lost puppy, begging you for a little more time together today. You shake your head, but make some plans with him anyway. After all, who knows? You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take...